Chapter 25

“I stink,” Francesco breathed out as he climbed inside the car. “What is Morgan going to think?” Without a doubt, they were heading home, and he didn’t believe it would be possible for him to sneak inside without the bodyguard taking a good look at him and guessing what happened.

“Morgan has seen plenty of crazy shit in his life,” Karl said matter-of-factly. Without adding anything else, he reached for the dashboard and rummaged inside for something.

Francesco caught the slim pack of wet tissues and quickly pulled one out. “Maybe, but do you really want me to feel too embarrassed to face him every day?”

A grunt followed. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Cesco, Morgan knows you’re a whore. I bet he likes you for it, too.” The last words were added under his breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Francesco felt defensive, and he had reasons to do so.

“Exactly that,” Karl replied. He looked at him, and Francesco turned his eyes away, afraid that Karl might just read the truth in them and get pissed at him. “You look good with my piss on you.”

Francesco was trying to clean his neck and hair. This time, he shot a vile look at Karl.

“Yeah, look at me like that,” Karl encouraged him and laughed. “I don’t want you all broken because my asshole dad thought he could do that to you.”

Francesco scoffed. “Like I’d be so easy to break, what the hell? Don’t you know me by now? And honestly, I thought I was done for at the time.”

“Blowing and sucking some guys dry with your ass and mouth was better, right?” Karl asked.

Francesco pursed his lips. Maybe it was a good idea just to keep his mouth shut. No point in reminding Karl how he was turned into a cum bucket by Don’s men.

“Why don’t you say anything? You can answer,” Karl insisted.

“I’d rather not,” Francesco murmured and looked out the car window. They didn’t move and just had this weird conversation of which he had no idea what to make.

He flinched when Karl reached for him. “Easy,” Karl said in a tender tone. He gently ran his hand alongside Francesco’s cheek and then wrapped gently around the back of his neck. “I already know I cannot not love you.”

“So, you’re resigned with it? That’s what you want to say?”

“No, you silly whore,” Karl scolded him with affection. “Stop beating yourself up for nothing. I don’t mind it. You know, that you took all those cocks. No one has you like I do. And I’ll make sure no one else will intervene between us again.”

“What are you thinking?” Francesco asked. He relaxed into Karl’s caress. “Don’t do anything stupid. Your dad is not easy to take down.”

“I have my methods.” Karl let go of him and put both hands on the wheel. “Any snake has an underbelly, right? I only need to figure out how to strike him there.”

Francesco touched Karl’s thigh. “Not alone, Karl, okay? I mean, I know it’s your dad, but I can only imagine that he won’t take lightly you coming for him, whatever you’re thinking to do. I don’t want to lose you. He’s a very bad man.”

Karl had a weird smile on his face as he started the car engine. “I’m his own flesh and blood. He won’t do it, the thing you don’t dare to say out loud. And that’s going to be his weak point.”

Morgan’s scrutinizing eyes followed him as he rushed inside the house, eager to take a shower. “Francesco,” he said in a stern voice.

He just waved as he hurried up the stairs. “Just don’t, please.”

“Nothing happened to him,” Karl said. “Let’s talk a little.”

Francesco watched from the top of the stairs how Karl gestured for the bodyguard to follow him outside. Karl had secrets, and he couldn’t blame him. With a family like that, he had to keep a lot to himself. Without a word, he turned on his heel and went straight to the bathroom.

The warm water did something to calm his nerves. To think that Karl had done that to him. Francesco licked his lips and stared at his growing cock. Clearly, his husband was right to call him all those names. He was a crazy whore alright.

While he couldn’t say that he was that keen on swallowing piss, the idea made him horny. Would Karl do it again, use him as his personal toilet, if there was no upper hand against his asshole of a father to be gained? Francesco closed his eyes and let himself fantasize for a bit. How would it feel to have Karl hold his head tipping back over the toilet bowl and ask him to open wide so that he would piss again in his mouth?

He began stroking his cock. Oh, fuck, he was fucked up, but now that he had had a taste of Karl’s piss, as weird as it was, he wanted it again. If Karl wasn’t with Morgan, talking serious business right now, Francesco would grab him and ask him to do it again only so that he could see that it wasn’t some fluke. He really did want the piss. Not, not just anyone’s, but Karl’s. Francesco still wanted to land a drop kick on Don’s nuts for doing that to him.

It was maybe because Karl kept saying that he loved him. Don hated his guts. Not that Francesco could blame the fucker entirely. After all, Francesco had ruined any dreams the guy must have had about his son being an obedient offspring and go off to marry into a good family and make him even richer.

But was it for the money? All that shit? Francesco couldn’t wrap his head around that. Don had everything he wanted, financially speaking. He had power, too, so why the fuck was he getting off on pissing on a dude’s face? Francesco could bet the fucker could hire the most expensive prostitutes and pay for their silence, while making them do the craziest shit.

It had to do with Karl. The fucker would never get over how his son made a fool out of him. He was like a fucking dog with a bone.

Francesco felt his erection dying. Did Don hate his son? That was fucked up, but what did Francesco know about dads, anyway? His own hadn’t cared to stick around long enough to get to know him. His stepdad had fucked his ass and humiliated him. What he knew of dads was a bunch of bullshit.