Chapter 12

He wrapped his arms around Karl from behind. They had been allowed to sleep there, in one of the bedroom upstairs, after the senator told them that he would deal with Bea’s parents and the press that would surely want to learn of the reason behind the breaking off of the engagement. Karl would be educated what to say, the man had added and dismissed them, while throwing one last ugly joke at them about how they were free to resume their butt-fucking.

Francesco had had his ass fucked by his stepdad and thought it fucking shameful, but he still couldn’t make that kind of thing go down. The fact that he was now acquainted with his future daddy-in-law’s dick didn’t help, either.

“It looks like we survived,” he whispered into Karl’s ear. “Your dad is scary, but, come on, don’t you want to get married?”

“No.”

“Why?”

Karl slightly turned and pushed him away. “Because I’m not a fucking faggot, Cesco. What’s not to get?”

“What? Seriously? You’re not? Breaking news, fucker. You’re fucking my ass.”

Karl turned again. “I’m still not a faggot.”

“Fuck me senseless,” Francesco moaned and lay on his back, moving slightly away from Karl. “And I thought you wanted me.”

“That hasn’t changed.”

“It hasn’t? It looks to me like it did. What’s so wrong about getting married? I know it’s fucking weird, but still. You told me you were jealous of Mouse because he could be with me, for real, while you couldn’t. So how about you make me fucking understand? What do you want?”

“I don’t want my dad’s poisoned gifts. And I want you, but not with a fucking wedding.”

“No, not with one,” Francesco said matter-of-factly. “Sure, I get it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Cesco? Don’t you see the guy for what he is? He’s cooking something. This isn’t normal.”

“Maybe he sees an advantage in us getting hitched and shit. Like you know, political,” Francesco suggested.

“Even so. I’m not a faggot.”

Francesco moved and grabbed Karl by the dick. “Sure you’re not. Maybe your dad is right. You don’t want to be labeled one.” He began to rub the cock in his hand earnestly. Karl moved his head away, but he was getting hard. “Do you want me to be your whore and only that? Is that it?”

Karl growled something unintelligible.

“It’s only hot when it’s wrong?” Francesco pressed further, increasing the rhythm of his hand.

Karl grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him into his groin. Francesco rubbed the precum from the head over his lips before swallowing the thing until his nose rested against Karl’s crotch.

“You don’t get it, Cesco,” he said in a strained voice. “Getting hitched because my dad says so is wrong. This isn’t.”

Francesco didn’t protest while Karl fucked his throat. He was used to everything by now. Sure, Karl was right, but there was really no alternative. They were not only caught. They were trapped.

Karl pumped his throat and stomach with his hot cum within minutes. After that, he let go and turned his back to Francesco.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Francesco sighed. He pushed Karl a little, but the snoring that followed convinced him to drop it.

He couldn’t sleep, even if it looked like Karl had no problem with that. Also, his throat was parched, and he was in much need of a drink, the stiffer, the better. He walked downstairs, throwing nervous looks around, hating each creak that seemed to accompany each step he took.

It looked like the coast was clear. There had to be a mini bar somewhere in a house like that, and he aimed to find it. He wandered along the halls, hoping that the senator and his crew was long gone.

The thin line of light from under the door to that office-like room announced him that he had no such luck. Whatever, he still needed that drink.

“Do you need something?”

Francesco jumped. “Shit, are you a freaking ninja or something?”

The senator laughed. “That was some good work, Francesco. Or should I call you Cesco?”

Francesco threw a look over the senator’s shoulder, worried that Karl might have wakened up and followed, just as soundless as his dad.

“No, he wouldn’t like that,” he replied.

The senator opened the door to the study. “Care for a drink ... son?”

Son. Right. Francesco cared for a drink, only that he would have much liked to have it by himself. He walked stiffly inside. Any choice he had on the matter had been taken out of his hands. The man’s hand on his shoulder sent a jolt down his spine.

“Easy, boy. I don’t bite.”

That was, frankly, the least of his worries.

The senator had invited him on the sofa, and only then, Francesco noticed that it had been replaced. Cum stains were probably a bitch to get rid of, and leather had to be treated right, unlike people.

He stared into his glass, and his thirst was gone. It didn’t look like that a good idea to hang around with this guy in the middle of the night. Francesco could feel the cold eyes on his skin, measuring him.

He was startled by knuckles brushing suddenly against his cheek.

“Does Karl fuck you good?”

“You should know. You just witnessed it,” Francesco replied gruffly.

The man chuckled, sending small shivers down Francesco’s skin. “I just realized. We’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Don.”

Francesco snorted. “Should I say ‘pleased to meet you’?”

Don grabbed his jaw hard and forced him to meet his eyes. “Don’t play the smartass, Francesco. Being a good boy suits you better.” He leaned forward, until they were at mere inches from each other.

“Whatever you say. Now you better step back. I just sucked your boy’s cock.”

Don’s smile grew wider. He brushed his thumb over Francesco’s bottom lip, hard enough to hurt. “You did? With this mouth?”

“It’s the only way to suck off someone.”

“Good to know. Now suck me off, too.”

The order took Francesco by surprise. “For real? Why?”

“Do I need a reason? My cock is hard 24/7 and sometimes any cocksucker will do.”

Francesco pursed his lips. So that had to be where Karl had gotten his own constant hard-on. At least it ran in the family.

“Come on, what’s the matter?” Don taunted him. “I bet it was barely a snack for a cum hungry whore like you.”

Dirty talk also ran in the family. “Am I just any cocksucker? I’ll be family soon.”

“All the more reason to get it through your pretty head that your mouth belongs on my cock whenever I say so.”

“Will you hurt Karl if I say ‘no’?” It was worth a try.

“Maybe. He’s still my son. And it might be interesting to hurt you instead. He’d be fun to watch squirming. The poor schmuck thinks he’s in love with you. Too bad you’re a natural born cum dumpster.”

What could he do? Francesco contemplated the situation for a moment. He could suffer through it or just make the best out of a shitty deal. It wouldn’t be a first in his life. He dropped to his knees and went for the zipper. Don spread his legs and ran one hand through his hair. “Look at me with those eyes. You’d kill me if you could, wouldn’t you?”

“And risk a life in jail for it? I don’t think so.”

He grunted as Don brought his head back by pulling at his hair. “What if you could get away with it?”

Francesco bore his eyes into the pale greys. “It would still be wrong.”

A laugh followed. “Well, that’s the reason you’re on your knees now, Francesco, and I’m the guy about to get his dick sucked. You think that if you do what’s right, there’s some reward for you stashed away. Let me break it to you. No such thing. Now suck like the little whore you are.”