Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2021 13:29:13 +0300
From: Daemon D. Hart <daemondhart2@gmail.com>
Subject: Prison Island - 10

Copyright 2021 -- Daemon D. Hart

Please consider make a donation to Nifty! This site is unique on the net
and deserves your support.

Prison Island

10.

Francesco preferred to keep his eyes on Karl as they dressed up. He could
feel Mouse's eyes on him, but it wasn't like he cared to look into them and
read the truth about himself.

"Looking for a fight?" Karl asked him as he pulled his t-shirt on.

Francesco's nostrils flared. "How the hell did you know we were here? Did
you follow me?"

Karl grinned and patted his cheek. "Do you think I'd let you run around,
getting fucked or worse by whatever's on this island?"

"Whoever's on this island," Francesco corrected him.

Karl's grin faded. "Do you think you're smart or something?"

"He is smart. Your Cesco," Mouse said, and Francesco could taste the irony
in those words, "used to be an A-plus student."

"Really?" Karl chilled and smiled again. "I knew you were the best bitch in
here."

"Stop calling me a bitch." Francesco closed his fists and stared at Karl
with murder in his eyes.

"All right. You're my wife, that's true. I should treat you right," Karl
pulled him close and squeezed his ass, "and fill all your holes with my
cum." The last words were whispered in his ear.

"Fuck off." Francesco pushed against Karl's strong chest, but he stood no
chance. "I'm not your wife."

"Hey, hey," Karl cooed and licked his neck playfully, "I'm letting you have
your fun with your little whore. You should be more respectful. I'm an
open-minded husband."

"Gotta go." Mouse grabbed Francesco by the shoulders, pulling him slightly
away from Karl, and kissed him on the lips with a loud smack. "See you
tonight."

Karl followed Mouse with angry eyes as the redhead sauntered away and lost
himself in the thick forest. Francesco was happy Mouse didn't judge him.

"What's that stupid grin about, eh?" Karl asked. "You in love with the cum
bucket or what?"

Francesco grinned more. "The fuck are you jealous for?"

He gasped when Karl grabbed the back of his neck suddenly and squeezed
hard. Their eyes met. Cold fury was there, in the blue eyes. "You're mine,
Cesco. No way I'm letting you fall in love with that slut."

"Are you really a homo, Karl? Dudes don't fall in love with other dudes,"
Francesco said out loud, mostly out of self-preservation than
conviction. He didn't know what he felt, but he could still feel the taste
of Mouse's lips on his.

And Karl's hand on his ass, possessive and relentless.

"Let's fuck again," Karl said.

Francesco squirmed in the hard hold. "No way. You screwed me enough for one
day."

Karl took his hand and dragged him to a patch of soft grass. "Get naked and
lie on your back. Present that fuckable hole in ten seconds or I'll kick
your balls."

"What the fuck, dude? Does your dick never sleep?" Francesco complained.

He watched warily as Karl undressed again. Then, the asshole forced him on
his back, pulled away his pants and climbed on top of him. Francesco
grunted as Karl found his way inside him in one go.

"So nicely lubed with cum," Karl commented and pushed inside.

The asshole was angry, and despite all the jizz inside his ass, Francesco
could still fill his hard cock punishing his hole. To make it easier, he
raised his knees, and Karl hummed in appreciation.

"Fuck, just like a girl," Karl whispered. He straightened up and held
Francesco by the legs while he pumped in and out. "Damn, look at it
swallowing my cock," he said. "I'll put my babies inside you."

"You're so fucked up," Francesco said through small grunts of
pleasure. "Can't you see I'm not a chick?"

"Too bad. I'd fuck you if you were a chick. I'd fuck you if you were a
chick with a dick, too."

"If you're not specific, why don't you go fuck someone else?" Francesco
grunted again. He was too wasted to control himself, and his cock slapped
against his belly like a happy camper.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, Cesco. I know you're not. It's you I want to
fuck, and you only."

Francesco closed his eyes and looked away. Why wasn't the fucker finishing
already? His ass was starting to feel the abuse, and the pleasure was
getting too hard to bear.

"Take it, bitch," Karl whispered and pulled out.

Francesco winced as the fucker came all over him. At least, it was
over. There was cum hanging on his eyelids and on his lips and even in his
nose.

"Cesco, you're a champ, taking my cock. I just wonder how many fingers I
can fit inside you. Maybe the whole hand?"

Francesco pulled his knees together, but it was too late. Karl pinned him
down with one hand on his lower belly and used the other to push three
fingers inside him. "Let me go." He squirmed, but Karl didn't care for his
protests.

"I wanna see you cum," Karl said stubbornly.

Francesco let out short gasps and grunts, as Karl worked in another
finger. "Do you want me loose, fucker?"

Despite his protests, having so much in his ass felt great. It stretched
him even more than Karl's cock, and that sensation from earlier came
back. Karl curled his fingers and used his knuckles to work his
prostate. Before he could get another word of protest in, he was shooting
so hard that most of his cum landed on his face.

He came back to Karl's annoying laughter. "You should see your face. You
gave yourself a facial, dude."

Francesco rolled away and got into the water. "Go away," he told Karl who
was behind him, grabbing his shoulders.

He jolted at the gentle kiss on the back of his neck.

"The more you want to fuck him, the more I want to fuck you," Karl said.

"And if I don't fuck him again," Francesco replied, knowing fully well what
the asshole was talking about, "will you let my ass go?"

"No way, baby," Karl cooed. "You're mine." He cradled Francesco in his arms
and kissed him again on the neck and shoulders. "On this little trip,
you're stuck with me."

"Good thing we know it's not forever," Francesco added. "At least I have
something to look forward to when this shit's over."

"It's still a long time till then, though."

Francesco rubbed his face, wincing at the cum that had gotten in his
eyes. That fucking thing stung. "Karl, aren't you afraid that I might tell
on you and your dick once we're out of here? When you're all settled with
wife and kids, and I come along and remind you how it was to fuck my ass?"

Karl laughed. "I'll worry about that when it happens. But, now that you
told me, if you ever come knocking, I don't think I'd have an issue bending
you over the kitchen table or fucking you silly in the living room."

"No shit. With the little wife watching?"

"Maybe. I don't know yet. Come on, don't be a spoilsport now. And just so
you know, I really followed you so that you don't get jumped by assholes
while alone. You and Mouse were both crazy to get freaky in an open place
like this. Anyone could walk on you and fuck you."

"So, this is the part where I say that I'm happy it was you?"

"No, this is the part when you say, `Karl, hubby, thank you for watching
over my hide.' That's what you should say."

"It'll be a cold day in hell when I call you that, you fucked up asshole."

Karl's warmth on his back wasn't unpleasant, but he shook the other off.

"Let's head back. I'll give you something to do so that you don't get horny
and want to fuck whatever crosses your path." Karl held him by the neck and
guided him out of the water.

"For your information, I like Mouse. I like him a lot."

"Thought you said you were no homo," Karl said.

"So? There are no girls around. And he's the prettiest."

"Your eyes are fucked, Cesco. He's the ugliest. He's ugly," Karl insisted,
clearly riled up by Francesco's words.

"Maybe to you. For me, he's the most beautiful." Francesco whimpered as
Karl suddenly grabbed his cheeks and had him look into his eyes.

"Don't play with my feelings. It's all I'm saying," Karl warned.

"What feelings? You're a son of a bitch who only cares about getting off."

He had to blink hard and stare at Karl for long moment until the wounded
expression in the guy's eyes finally disappeared and the fucker let go of
his face. Francesco could feel the shape of his fingers still imprinted on
his cheeks.

"I don't. I'll prove myself to you," Karl promised. "And yeah, I like
getting off, just like any other dude with a cock. But I mean it when I say
I'm your husband."

Francesco snorted. "You're not going to say now that I complete you or shit
like that, right?"

"No. I'll let my actions speak for me."

"Famous last words, fucker." Francesco dared to flip the bird at Karl, and
he was met with a smirk.

"Keep it up, Cesco. I like the fiery type. Tired of bitches lifting their
tails and showing off their holes at me."

Francesco shook his head. There was no way to win with that asshole, at
least for now. And he had a bunch of things on his mind, starting with how
the hell Mouse knew so much about him. That was something he had to
explore.

***

At least, while they were at the camp, Karl was leaving him the fuck
alone. He offered his help to Leon, and the gentle giant accepted it with a
pleasant smile. It was a bit hard to focus while working with him and
Ollie, and Francesco kept stealing glances at Leon's strong arms and
torso. Since it was so hot and the rocks they carried heavy, the guy had
taken off his t-shirt.

Francesco couldn't help wondering how it would feel to rub his face against
that hairy chest and inhale Leon's masculine scent. Ollie was so lucky to
have a boyfriend like that.

"How are things with you and Karl?" Leon asked.

They stopped for a short break. The stone wall they were improvising was
coming together nicely. Francesco couldn't quite understand the logic of
having a wall that was easy to jump over, but since the others didn't
comment on it, he decided to wait and see.

Francesco shrugged. "It's `kay, I guess."

"You don't have to take shit from him," Leon said.

Ollie sat on Leon's lap and they kissed shortly. Francesco looked away, not
wanting to be caught staring.

"I'm not. It's what it is," he replied.

"It can be good," Leon continued. "Like Ollie and me."

"Yeah, you two are good together," Francesco admitted. "It's just not who I
am."

"Then did they make a mistake?" Ollie asked.

Francesco was surprised to hear him talk. Ever since they had gotten there,
he couldn't recall hearing the beautiful boy saying a word. His voice was
low and sexy, and enough to make anyone look at him with different eyes.

"What mistake?" he asked, although he had a feeling he knew what Ollie was
talking about.

"Everyone here is gay," Ollie pointed out.

Francesco looked down. "I'm not."

"Then do you want me to tell Karl to get off your back?" Leon asked.

"No. He'd just... it doesn't matter. We won't be here forever."

Leon surprised him by placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "That's
true. And thanks for keeping Karl in check for everyone."

Francesco felt his stomach clenching in a funny way. "Why do you say that?"

Leon sighed. "We don't know much, but he's some big shot's son. The people
who threw us here, they can just forget about us. But because of him, they
cannot."

"He's smitten with you," Ollie said. "That means that as long as you ask
him, he'll not leave anyone behind."

Francesco frowned and looked at the two boyfriends. "That's why you told me
that when we were still on the chopper?"

Leon nodded. "I was afraid Karl would just take off and think of no one
else but himself. But it looks like you gave him a reason to play the
leader with us. That's for everyone's good."

Francesco let him head down. Leon patted his back.

"That doesn't mean that I'll let him treat you bad. Anything happens, you
come to me. I'll straighten him up."

"He's coming," Ollie whispered.

Francesco stared at Karl who was marching toward them with a small frown on
his face.

"Are you girls tired already?" he shouted.

"We were just taking a break," Leon replied for all of them and stood.

Francesco noticed with satisfaction how easy it was for Leon to tower over
Karl. The fucker was holding his own, but he knew he wasn't as strong as
the other guy.

"Good. Now get back to work. I'll have the traps ready by tonight."

He walked away, without looking once at Francesco.

"Traps?" he asked.

"Territory defense," Leon explained. "Karl is good at it."

Francesco stared after his tormentor for a while. Why did Karl know about
that? He was hardly any older. He had to ask Mouse about that.

tbc