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In It for Life

Copyright© 2022 by Daemon D. Hart

Chapter 35

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 35 - In It For Life is the sequel to Prison Island, and you might not understand much of it without reading that first. You can quickly access it from my profile. This story starts with Francesco looking for Mouse, without knowing where Karl is, either.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   Ma/mt   mt/mt   Blackmail   Coercion   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Gay   Fiction   MaleDom   Rough   Gang Bang   Anal Sex   Analingus   Enema   Facial   Oral Sex  

Francesco hated the sound of his own slurps as he went down on Don’s shaft over and over like a self-propelled piston. No point in denying it anymore; he was nothing else but this man’s toy, and he was never going to get out. That wasn’t the part making him the angriest, though. No, Mouse and Karl were stupid, fucking behind his back as if he would ever have anything against that, trying to play a secret dangerous game by themselves. They were going to get fucked up by the man he was sucking off right now like his life depended on it, which, in a way, was true. But Mouse and Karl, they were going to get themselves in serious deep shit. Francesco tried to focus on each of them. Mouse thought himself clever, trying to bring a powerful man down, without realizing that Karl had an advantage. No, Don wouldn’t kill his own son, but Francesco could totally see him offing Mouse just because he would have fun with it.

How could the two of them be so stupid? Francesco stopped for a moment. If he bit down right now, leaving Don in agony, maybe ... He grunted as the blunt head of the cock in his mouth hit the back of his throat. “You’ll have to do better, Francesco, if you don’t want to see me mad at you anymore.”

Who the fuck was mad? Don sounded amused, but he was a fucking snake. Francesco groaned helplessly as his head was pushed down, over and over, and his throat forced to take it. He had no idea how this fucker was doing that, but he was making him choke, which said a lot seeing how he had deepthroated since what seemed like forever. Karl had taken care of his training, but nothing prepared him for this. Maybe that was just his body rejecting the fucker’s cock trying to suffocate him.

Don finally appeared to realize that Francesco was hitting his thigh with one fist and let him free. Francesco wheezed as he come up. Don laughed and threw a handkerchief at him. “Wipe your face. You look like a used up whore.”

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Francesco asked while dragging the handkerchief over his face. His stomach was revolting at the sight of the fucker’s cock, lying on one side and glistening from the saliva used for making it slide through unhindered.

Don surprised him by grabbing his crotch. Francesco gasped and remained rigid, unsure of what the man wanted from him now.

“You look at me with disgust, but you like it, Francesco,” Don said and began to rub his cock.

“Just my cock,” Francesco replied. He leaned back and rested his head against the plush headrest. “I hate your fucking guts. But if you’re there, how about you rub it a little longer?”

He had said that to make Don move his hand away, but, to his surprise, the man cupped his cock and balls through his pants. The touch wasn’t hurtful, so Francesco squirmed.

“I’m not a cocksucker,” Don said in an even tone, “but I’ll buy boys fresh out of high school to suck you off and lick your ass in front of me.”

“And I thought you wanted to keep me all to yourself.”

“Toys don’t count. Toys aren’t people, Francesco,” Don said and laughed like he had just said the most amusing thing ever.

“So I’m not a person, either,” Francesco concluded.

Don let go of his cock and caressed his face with the back of his hand. He wasn’t that much of a fool to consider that a sign of affection. There was always an angle.

“Francesco, soon you’ll be my official better half. How can you say such a thing about yourself? Really, we should work on your self-esteem.”

“Besides getting barely legal dudes to suck my cock, what other plans do you have in store for me?”

“Obviously, I will want to show you off. That means that my business partners will get to know you very well. And by that, I mean very well.”

Francesco threw the damp handkerchief back at Don. “If you just plan on lending me around, why not leave me with Karl? I don’t get you.”

Don grabbed his chin and held his stare. “That doesn’t bring me anything, Francesco. Karl is too possessive. If I could have struck a deal with him regarding you, there wouldn’t have been any need for grabbing you off the street like I just did. But Karl is a stupid boy and thinks he loves you.”

“Still, there are plenty of whores around. Get them to meet your business partners. I’m sure any warm hole would work for those fuckers.”

Francesco groaned as the slap caught him flat on the cheek. It had been so hard that it had crushed the flesh against his teeth, and he could taste blood now.

“Because no sacrifice is considered as such, unless there’s something to lose, and something to gain,” Don said in the same even tone, as if he hadn’t just slapped him silly a moment ago. “You see, Francesco, these men are not so easy to please. You’re very capable in that regard. You can take so much cock, I don’t remember meeting anyone like you. And excesses and extremes are what rich people live for.”

“And what excesses are those? Or I’m not entitled to learn about them beforehand?”

Don’s cruel smile made his stomach squeeze and threaten to send up his throat the little food he had had that day. “Ah, for instance, and I’m just giving you an example, you might end up with a broken bone or two at the end of a fruitful meeting.”

Francesco gulped and tried not to blink. “Broken bones? Is that all?”

Don shrugged. “I’m not saying that’s all, but why frighten the prey?”

“Let me get this straight because I don’t understand. You’ll first present me to the world like I’m your one and only, right?”

“Correct so far, Francesco. For the record, I have yet to cum, so my patience with you is wearing thin.”

“Then let me cut to the chase. When I turn up dead, won’t there be any questions? Or am I just going to disappear?”

“I’ll draw the line to that. But, otherwise, some practices, let’s call them, might make you go insane if you’re not strong enough. I think you are, however. And, since I can anticipate your questions, the fact that you’ll be introduced as my beloved spouse will only make my partners believe that I’m willing to sacrifice what I hold most dear only so that I have their approval and money.”

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