Chapter 13

Francesco snuck under the blanket, hoping Karl was still soundly asleep. The guy was snoring, so it was all good. He fought to relax, but even after a shower, he still imagined that he stank of cum. Also, there was so much still left in his ass, Don’s gift, and all the washing he had tried hadn’t helped to get rid of it all. He had had to throw the shirt, and Don mock-courteously informed him where he would find some clothes to change into.

Karl stirred in his sleep and turned toward him. Even in his sleep, he reached for Francesco and pulled him close. “Did you take a shower?” he asked drowsily.

“Yeah, and I took one of your t-shirts.”

“No problem. Sorry about your shower, though. I want to fuck you.”

Francesco tensed. “Not a good time, Karl. I’m beat.”

“I wasn’t asking you,” Karl insisted and turned him with his ass to him.

Sure. So many things alike about father and son, and still, Francesco thought Karl was a good guy, or at least a better version than his dad. All those things Karl had said about how he didn’t want to be seen as a faggot by others irked him and pushed him to resist. That and how his ass was still oozing daddy-in-law’s cum. It was a too dangerous game to play. “Fuck off, Karl. Stop being such an asshole.”

Karl hugged him hard. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Then why are you being stupid right now? I’m not in the mood.”

“Fine.” Karl pushed him away, making him fall off the bed.

Francesco propped his hands against the edge of the bed and looked at him. Karl was working his jaw. It almost made Francesco yell the truth at him. But he didn’t want to lose the fucker, not now, not in the future. He stood and walked stiffly toward the bathroom. He needed to clean his ass again in hope that he would wipe away all traces of Karl’s dad. Only then, he would allow himself to be used like usual.

“We’re not even married, and you no longer put up.”

The bitter tone made him stop mid-way. “You’re an idiot. I should really consider if I want to be stuck with you for life or not.”

He slammed the door to the bathroom loud enough for Karl to get the message. Then he crouched in the bathtub and grabbed the shower head.

He was barely two minutes in of torturing his ass with the improvised enema head when Karl walked into the bathroom. “What the fuck?” he said through his teeth. “Do you really need to take a leak right now? Hold it in a little, you’re not two.”

Karl leaned against the wall and watched him. “Getting your ass ready for me, Cesco?”

“How did you guess?” Francesco said wryly.

“I know you love me,” Karl said with a boyish smirk. After so much that had happened, maybe it was good that he could still smile like that.

Francesco snickered and looked away. Still, he needed to get that ass properly cleaned. “Just go back to bed. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“I want you now,” Karl insisted.

“Don’t be a stupid stubborn ass.”

Karl ignored him and climbed in the bathtub with him. Francesco grunted as the thing was pushed deeper inside him. He watched as Karl turned the knob and increase the pressure; the next moment, he was panting as his insides were flooded. Karl kissed his ear. “All right, now, hold it in, and go sit on the toilet.”

Francesco nodded and held on to Karl to climb out of the tub and put his ass down. Karl knelt in front of him and massaged his belly. “I can do it myself,” he grunted. “You don’t have to--”

Karl grabbed his head and kissed him sharply. He was using both tongue and teeth, and he seemed to want to hurt him. But still, he was hungry and Francesco keened into his mouth as he let go of the water inside him. Don’s cum down the drain. That should have been a sight, but he didn’t have time for that.

“You feel so good inside,” Karl praised him while riding him on all fours and holding his ankles high like he was afraid Francesco would suddenly decide to run. “It’s like your ass is making its own lube.”

He had an idea what Karl meant by that, and he was astonished. There was no way Don had shot that deep, or maybe everything was in his own head. He hadn’t planned on having dad and son meet in his ass in that manner, but there he was. Karl grunted and pushed deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Karl,” Francesco whispered, “your cock ... is too deep.”

“There’s no such thing as too deep.” Karl said each word like he meant it. “I told you. I’d make you pregnant if I could. But I can live with breeding you every day.”

That was good, then. At least, he didn’t oppose to the marriage thing, and that was what mattered to make sure Don didn’t get revenge on his son like the scumbag he was. Karl fucked him harder, making it difficult for him to keep his balance.

“I’ll fuck you like the old times,” Karl promised. “I’ll put load after load in you until you look pregnant with my cum.”

“Stop saying weird shit,” Francesco spat at him. “Just cum already.”

Karl slowed down on purpose. “Nah, I want you to feel me a little longer.”

Francesco sighed and let his head rest against the bed. “Okay, but I’m really tired. Be a bit considerate for a change, asshole. This isn’t how I expected to spend my day.” Or night. Not planned to get fucked by another asshole he didn’t care to know that well. But hell, that was his life now, and for Karl, for keeping him safe – and himself sane – for as long as he could, that was the only important thing, and he didn’t plan on letting go.

Karl pulled him near and felt his chest, being maddeningly brutal with his nips. Francesco bit back a pained moan and taking advantage that Karl had finally let go of his ankles and he had a bit of leverage, he grabbed the other’s head to bring him closer. Then he bit on Karl’s fat bottom lip with everything he had.