Chapter 33

Francesco loathed how tight his pants were getting while taking Don deep into his throat. He hated the man, but he was still getting hard. Karl was right about him being in a bitch, after all, but it was his fault, so he didn’t need to rub it in his face so often. Nah, he liked to be called a bitch too much, too.

Don held him with his throat overstuffed and forced him to look up. Francesco struggled to breathe and there were tears in his eyes already. Don took mercy, eventually, and pulled him out, holding him by the hair like he was some doll.

“Did you dress nicely because I told you to?”

He wore a suit, because that was how daddy-in-law liked it. “Do you really need to ask?”

Don laughed and pulled him to his feet only to kiss him with his muscly tongue. Francesco tried to fight a little, but he was no match for that bull of a man. Eventually, he had no choice but to allow that rough kiss that was taking away his sanity. Not even Karl kissed him like this; sure, sometimes, his husband liked to force his tongue deep inside his mouth, but it was full of passion, and just another thing that showed how much he wanted him.

In Don’s case, it wasn’t as much about want as about something else. It felt as if the man wanted to control him fully, to have him completely, and Francesco didn’t understand, which was another thing frightening him about it all. He hated Karl for making him come here, to endure all that rough fucking. He enjoyed it, and he knew, and Don knew it, too.

“There’s no one else here,” Don said when he finally let him go, dizzy and barely keeping on his feet. “So, get rid of the nice clothes. Tonight, I’d rather see the wicked boy under them in all his naked glory.”

Francesco didn’t say a word and let himself led away up the stairs and into a room that would have looked like a normal living room if this was a normal house, which it wasn’t because it basically housed the devil. Don sat in an armchair and watched him undress. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, his hard cock out of his dress pants, but he didn’t bother to undress himself. He bend one leg and rested the ankle on the other, but Francesco still had a clear view of his erection.

He was all naked and waiting now for the following order.

“Hands behind your head and kneel.”

Francesco obeyed.

“Come closer.”

He moved on his knees until he got close to the man’s shoe.

“Lick,” Don said with unhidden satisfaction.

“Do you want me to lick your shoe?” Francesco made a disgusted face.

“Do it. Come on, let me see that tongue.”

There had been other nasty things he had done before, but somehow, that order revolted him. “No,” he said stubbornly. “It’s fucking dirty.” That was just part of the reason. He just didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction of doing just anything he wanted.

Don remained silent for a while. Francesco didn’t have the nerve to look at him and anticipate what was coming to him. “All right. Since you’re so keen. Take off my shoe.”

Francesco didn’t like the sound of that, but he obeyed anyway.

“And the sock,” Don ordered.

Francesco did as told and then he pulled away. He didn’t want to be that close to that foot. “Don’t tell me you want me to lick your foot now,” he said, hoping that attacking first would save him the humiliation.

“Hands back on your head,” Don ordered. He moved his naked foot over Francesco’s cheek, then lower, moving over his torso, then his abs, and then his crotch. “Now, listen here, little whore,” he said and moved fast, pushing Francesco on his back. In a second, he was above, his naked foot on Francesco’s crotch.

Francesco began laughing. Now that brought back some memories.

“Have you gone nuts, finally?” Don asked, annoyed to have his prepared speech cut off like that.

“Karl did it to me already,” he said. “So, do your worst.” He didn’t really mean it, but he had to show that he wasn’t that easy to scare.

That appeared to convince Don because he moved his foot away. Francesco covered his groin and looked up at the man. Don seemed very much displeased with him.

But it took very little for Don’s face to turn from a frown into a smile. “Then it only means that I need to do better, right? Get up.”

Francesco stood, still holding one hand over his cock and balls. If he could help it, he didn’t want the pain.

“Let me introduce you to something that will surely impress you.” Don grabbed his arm and pulled him toward a divider that obscured one corner of the room from view.

Francesco blinked when he saw what was behind. A low stool had a horrifying looking appendix attached to it. The thing jutted out and it had to be at least the size of a grownup’s forearm. To call it a dildo would have been a mistake. It looked like it was made from thick vines twisted together. At least it was made of silicone and not some other material, but Francesco didn’t feel more assured by that. The vines ended in a bulbous head which bounced when Don gave it a small shove. “Good enough for your used up ass?”

Francesco took a step back. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“Ah, well, that might be a little bit of misunderstanding on your part. I want to destroy you, and what you mean for Karl, which is nothing more but a willing hole. You should have licked that shoe, Francesco. Come on, hop on it.”

“With no lube? You’re fucking nuts,” Francesco said.

Don caught him by the arm before he even managed to turn on his heel to get away. “You have Karl’s cum inside you, didn’t you say so?”

“That thing,” Francesco stuttered, “that thing cannot fit inside me, you fucking asshole!”

“Don’t knock it until you try it, Francesco. I won’t let you leave until you take it all in. And I have plenty of time, I assure you.”

Francesco moved toward the thing and grabbed the head. Only the girth of it made him tremble. It was bigger than Karl’s fist for sure. He turned his back at Don and moved the thing to rest against his asshole. In the meantime, he began spitting in his palm to prepare himself for the ordeal.

“Face to me,” Don ordered. “I like looking at messed up bitches from up close.”

Francesco ground his teeth and turned. He made quick work of rubbing his spit against the enormous head and his ass. Now he wished Karl had come a dozen times inside him to prepare him for that thing.

Whether it was just psychological or not, his ass didn’t want to open enough to take that thing. He grunted and tried, but he was starting to sweat. Don moved and grabbed his chin. “Do you know what takes your mind off pain?”

He didn’t have time to reply as Don slapped his cock so hard that his breath caught in his chest. He heaved as he was quickly pushed into the thing, and the head was in, just like that. Since now the thing held him, he swayed and Don caught him.