Chapter 39

It was good to soak in a tub filled with hot water after that crazy night. Francesco lathered his hair with plenty of shampoo. The fuckers had gotten so much cum in it that, in the end, it had turned hard like he had used a ton of hair products. He could still smell the cum on his skin, and if he focused, he could remember who had come on each part of his body. Karl had had an obsession with his face and even ended pushing some of his jizz up Francesco’s nose. Maybe that was why he could still smell Karl’s nut juice so well. Mouse was the kind of guy who liked everything in the dude he was jizzing, so he had spread the love everywhere.

Fuck, there was a little even in his ear. He sank at the bottom of the tub, letting the water close over his head for a bit. Damn, he might have to wash for a couple of hours to get rid of all of it. To think that it was supposed to be a punishment for those fuckers, and he was still the one who got jizzed all over.

Whatever, he was grateful, in a way. Don was history, or at least the guys had assured him, and he had Karl and Mouse still as his. After all that crap from the last year or so, they were still together. Sure, Mouse needed to pay his dues ... Without Don to breathe down their necks, did Mouse still have to serve the country and shit? That was something he needed to ask, but later. For now, his ass needed a rest. No normal conversation went the normal way with those freaks. Francesco sighed and let the water go over his head again, enjoying the soothing effect of the hot water.

He must have been underwater for about half a minute when two hands reached for him and dragged him to the surface. From the surprise, he forgot to hold his breath and water got in his nose, making him sputter, spit, and gasp for air.

“The fuck were you doing, Cesco?”

He managed to catch Karl’s arm before the fucker slapped him. “Are you a fucking idiot? Why did you come in here? To piss me off?”

Karl let out his hand and a big sigh of relief. “Dunno, I thought you were in here for a long time.”

“Yeah, so I could get all your fucking cum out of my hair and skin.”

Karl laughed and began undressing. Francesco gave him a dirty look as his husband climbed into the bath tub and stretched his legs, wrapping them around him.

“For a moment, there, I thought you got fed up with us for good.”

Francesco snorted. “That little you know me? I sucked your daddy’s cock and drank his piss only to survive.”

“Yeah.” Karl’s face turned all serious. “Maybe because of him ... you know, never mind.”

“He didn’t break me if that’s what you’re worried about. He’s nothing but a major dick.”

“Yeah, a dick who could’ve broken you should he put his fucking mind to it,” Karl shot back. His eyes had that intense look in them again.

Only then, Francesco realized. “You worried, huh?”

Karl closed his eyes and pursed his lips. “Worried doesn’t cover it, Cesco. Things could go to shit at any moment. And whatever, maybe you won’t think much about this, but hell, he could have done with me what he wanted. But I couldn’t stand thinking of you in his clutches to do with you what he wanted. He wanted to destroy you.”

That was Karl in his tender mode. Francesco moved through the soapy water, adjusting his position until he landed on Karl’s chest with both hands and looked him into the eyes. “You won. He lost. And I’m here.”

Karl blinked slowly and his breath deepened. Francesco could feel the guy’s cock against his thigh. It was almost at full length. He moved his leg and used it to push Karl’s dick downward. That got him a partially pained, partially pleased hiss from Karl.

“You pissed me off by letting that guy fuck you.”

“And?” Francesco cradled his head in the crook of Karl’s shoulder. “When I’m not doing that?”

Karl moved a possessive hand along Francesco’s back and buried two fingers inside his ass, abruptly and without warning.

“I washed there already,” Francesco complained.

“He shot in you so deep, I’m sure you’re going to shit his cum for at least a couple of days.”

“Don’t be such an asshole,” Francesco mumbled, while Karl penetrated him relentlessly, trying to go deeper. The soapy water didn’t help and made the stinging sensation worse, but his ass had gotten so used to the abuse that it didn’t hurt as much as usual. There was some merit in getting so used by daddy-in-law. Now, he could endure the roughest of fuckings and still be as peppy as a daisy the next day.

To distract Karl at bit from trying to pry his asshole apart and turn it inside out, Francesco kissed the fucker and then bit on his lips hard.

Finally, the invading fingers slipped from his ass, giving him a bit of a reprieve.

“Are you still mad at me?” Karl complained, feeling his mouth and wincing. “I even let that guy fuck you and own you like that in front of me.”

“I have a feeling that a bit of cuckolding doesn’t hurt in your case,” Francesco replied.

“It hurts like a bitch,” Karl countered.

“Well, good, that’s the way it should hurt. You put yourself in danger. You put Mouse in danger --”

“That fucker wanted so in.”

“Don’t interrupt me. Since when I’m the fucking damsel in distress?”

“Nah, not a damsel in distress. Just mine, and getting fucked by my dad. He was going to do worse to you. A lot of worse. And it was better for you not to know. If he thought you were in it, he could have tortured you, kidnap you, even put you somewhere I could never find you.”

Francesco shivered despite the warm water. “Well, he’s gone now, right?”

“Yeah.” Karl kissed his cheek and then moved over to catch his mouth.

Francesco pulled away. “Do you like getting dick now?”

Karl blinked and for a moment, Francesco noticed something, something like the guy getting worked up, the way he did when he was about to stick his dick in a warm hole. He snuck one hand and took hold of Karl’s balls.

“Motherfucker,” Karl hissed and grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head. “Getting crazy ideas, Cesco?”

“Crazy ideas? You mean, like fucking my husband?”

There it was, the same glint in Karl’s eyes. He fucking wanted it. He probably didn’t know how to ask nicely for dick, but he wanted it.

“I want to fuck you, Karl,” Francesco whispered. “Got anything against that? We took vows or some shit.”