Chapter 29

“Lick his balls, Francesco,” Don ordered, guiding his head around. “You look good with your mouth full of balls, don’t you?”

If it had been anyone else, Francesco would have been horny like hell. The horrifying thing was that he was like that anyway, regardless of how much he hated Don. “You spiked that damn wine with something else, didn’t you?” he growled and tried to move his mouth away from Karl’s ball sac.

Don pushed him harder so his words came out muffled. “Don’t make it hard for Karl, Francesco. Look at him, sweating and willing.”

It was true. Francesco could feel Karl’s breath coming in short puffs. That could be mistaken for pain, but he knew the guy well enough to realize that wasn’t it.

“Easy, like this,” Don continued to instruct him. “Go under, go for his asshole.”

Francesco felt goosebumps everywhere. It was like he had a fever, and his entire body shivered when Don pushed inside, bottoming out in his ass.

“What do you want?” Karl drawled drowsily. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I told you, boy,” Don said in the same cold voice. “I want to wake up the faggot in you for good. You made a fool of yourself, falling for this little bitch. Not that he’s not good at what he does. He is, that’s why I’m fucking him, the bitch in heat that he is. You need punishment and discipline in your life, Karl. Who else than your father should deliver that?”

“You’re a fucking moron,” Karl growled, but his voice was weak, and aside from his throbbing dick, he seemed limp and totally at the mercy of their tormentor.

“Are you licking that hole well, Francesco? Go for it, eat Karl out. Look at his cock leaking all over. You must like that, don’t you, Karl?”

“Fuck you,” Karl spat. “Who doesn’t like having his balls and ass licked?”

“In your case, it’s more than that. I’ll show you soon enough. Francesco, don’t go lazy. Lick properly and start to open him up.”

Francesco already had half a tongue inside Karl’s ass, and he could feel the tight asshole quivering in pleasure. He dreaded to think about whatever Don meant by those words. “You promised,” he said as he stopped. “You promised you won’t do anything bad to him.”

“That totally depends on you, Francesco. Be an obedient little whore and do exactly as I say, and your faggot husband will not suffer at all. Since he’s such a homo inside, I bet he’ll love it.”

Karl was growling obscenities at his dad, but his legs were moving apart, letting Francesco lick him better.

“Good,” Don whispered in Francesco’s ear. “Do you think you got it wet enough? Now fuck him.”

“W-what?” Francesco stammered. “What the hell? No.”

“No? Didn’t I tell you to be an obedient little bitch or else I won’t guarantee your husband’s wellbeing? Grab that little dick of yours. I know it’s hard. And put it inside him. Wreck that hole.”

“No,” Francesco protested and tried to move away, but Don was holding him in a tight grip and was hammering his ass, making his breath hitch and his cock slap against his lower belly to the point that it was painful.

“Suit yourself,” Don said and pulled out with a pop from his ass. “I think I should do it then.”

“What? No!” Francesco tried to push Don away, but his muscles didn’t listen to him that well.

Don pulled Karl by the legs and then pushed them apart, poised at the quivering asshole with his big hard cock.

“Fuck you, asshole.” Karl’s insults came out slurred.

Francesco felt his heart hammering inside his chest. He had feared something like that would happen, but he hadn’t expected it. “You’re an asshole,” he cried out and smacked his fists against Don’s shoulder.

“Watch it, Francesco,” Don growled at him. “Beg me to let you fuck him, and I’ll step down.” As he said that, he used his cock to move it across Karl’s balls and then lower, close to the crack. From there, it was a matter of a single move to go for penetration.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Francesco pleaded. “I beg you, let me do it.”

“Cesco, no,” Karl shouted at him, as much as he could do that in the state he was. “Don’t!”

Francesco felt tears running down his cheeks. Even if he had fantasized about fucking Karl, it had been nothing but that, a fantasy. Definitely, he hadn’t expected to do it forced by Karl’s dad, the only alternative to that being to allow the scumbag to fuck his own son.

Don grabbed him by the shoulders and put him in position. His lips were on Francesco’s ear. “Remember how he fucked you until he made you love it. Do the same to him. Fuck him until he begs for getting cock in his ass. He’s a little whore, just like you. Turn him into a bitch like he did to you.”

Francesco squeezed his eyes shut. His cock was hard despite the situation. Karl was hard, too, as much as he tried to pull his knees together and push him away.

“I’m sorry, Karl,” he whispered while he planted the head of his cock against the throbbing hot entrance.

“I’ll never forgive you, Cesco, not for this,” Karl said back and then let out a shout as Francesco went through.

Spit was not enough for how tight and unwilling Karl was. Francesco tried to pull out and add some more saliva, but Don slapped his ass. “He fucked you dry before, didn’t he? Go ahead and wreck his ass. Don’t you want him to understand what it feels to be a bitch?”

Karl grunted and cursed, but his ass was giving in, and Francesco began fucking him, while Don continued to smack his ass lazily, like it was some kind of kinky play, not a fucked up shit. “Isn’t it good, Francesco? You don’t fuck much being the little whore for cock that you are, but I bet this feels good. Your husband is going to spread his legs for you from now on, whenever you’re in the mood. Don’t you like that?”

“Fuck you.” Francesco felt sweat pouring down his back. Karl’s hole was so tight, and it felt so good it made his eyes roll in his head.

And Karl, despite his swearing and threats, was shooting from his cock, without being touched, from nothing but being fucked in the ass. Francesco stared at the shooting cock, at all the cum that landed on Karl’s chest, belly, and even face, and he came with a long drawn out shout that sounded like coming from a delirious person.