Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2021 13:29:13 +0300
From: Daemon D. Hart <daemondhart2@gmail.com>
Subject: Prison Island - 9

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Prison Island

9.

Francesco was relieved to see Karl busy with bossing everyone around when
he woke up and went outside. Why Karl had let him sleep so much was beyond
him. The last thing he needed was to owe the asshole any favors.

Ty and Anya were bent over a bunch of peeled branches that looked flexible
enough to make baskets out of them, which was exactly what they were
doing. Leon carried heavy rocks and larger branches, with Ollie in
tow. Mouse was probably out hunting. Karl was barking orders.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, as he came closer.

Mouse had done wonders to his ankle, and it didn't hurt so much
anymore. Still, he had a bit of a limp.

"Nothing. You're the boss's wife."

Francesco scoffed. "Stop doing that, Karl."

Karl finally turned his attention on him. Francesco wanted so much to give
him a fat lip. But not even that would make the asshole less attractive. He
seemed the type of dude to wear his battle scars like trophies. Even though
not yet a man like Leon, he had a chiseled chin and strong bone structure,
and he looked capable of taking a beating, unlike him.

"You're glowing, honey. Must be my facial." Karl smirked.

Francesco looked away. "If you don't have anything you want me to do, I'll
go scout the area."

To his surprise, Karl agreed. "All right. Just don't get too far. I expect
a full report later."

Francesco shrugged and walked away. It would be good to be alone with his
thoughts for a bit and meditate on his condition. The way things stood, as
much as he hadn't wanted that to happen, he was pretty much a bitch.

***

The sound of falling water made him move closer. Following the stream, he
had reached a nice waterfall, and for a moment, he took the time to admire
the landscape. After throwing on few looks around, he shed off his clothes
and walked under the natural shower, tilting his head back and letting the
water hit his face.

He gasped when someone grabbed him from behind, but he relaxed as he sensed
the other's smell. "I thought you were out hunting and all that."

"I was. But then I noticed a more interesting prey."

Mouse brushed his hands over his chest, and Francesco shuddered. Because of
Karl's obsession with his tits from last night, his nipples were so
sensitive now and almost hurting. But he wouldn't push Mouse away,
especially since his dick swelled in an instant.

The redhead walked around him, and Francesco grinned when he saw he was all
naked. Mouse had a nice body, lean and tanned. Just looking at his cock
made Francesco drool. He had a feeling he would enjoy to suck Mouse's cock
the most of all people.

"Wanna give me head?" Francesco asked, grabbing his cock and pumping it.

Mouse grinned and cocked his head to one side. "And what's in it for me if
I do that?"

"I don't know. What do you want?"

"Fuck my ass," Mouse said, his chin high and provoking Francesco with his
eyes.

Francesco smirked and grabbed Mouse by the ass, pulling the cheeks
apart. "This ass? You sure?"

"You can bet. Give me a dicking, Kekko. I fucking need it."

The sound of a branch crushed under someone's feet made them both turn.

"How are my girls doing?"

Francesco groaned when he saw Karl. The fucker undressed in an instant and
joined them in the water. Francesco pushed Mouse behind him, earning a
small amused snort from him. Karl was looking at him with hawk-like
eyes. His cock was hard and weeping, and Francesco couldn't stop
staring. His ass wanted the fucker's cock, and there was nothing he could
do about it. Even thinking of having his ass wrecked by that tool was
enough to make his cock hurt.

"Could you piss off, Karl? I'm busy."

"Doing what? Fucking that cum-hungry whore behind my back?"

Francesco growled. "Don't. Call. Him. Names."

"Or what?" Karl grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him
close. "You'll do what, Cesco?"

"I'll fucking murder you," Francesco mumbled, although Karl's superior
strength was enough to humiliate him.

"How about you two stop fighting?" Mouse intervened. "I'll suck you both
off."

A man of his word, Mouse knelt in front of them, and Francesco cursed under
his breath as he grabbed both cocks and gave them a small kiss.

He should have hated it. But, instead, as Mouse made his and Karl's cocks
touch and the heads rub one against another, he shuddered. He watched as
Mouse gave his cock a good lick only to follow with the same move on Karl's
cock. Seeing the boy he liked stuffing his mouth with the cock of the guy
he hated was making him horny beyond words.

That was, without a doubt, the part of him that was a bitch and a slut. He
couldn't control himself. Mouse managed somehow to push both heads into his
mouth and his tongue did a wild dance making Francesco gasp and pant.

Karl held him by the waist and, in turn, he rested his hands on Karl's
shoulders.

"Good hunter, good cocksucker. He's a keeper, this one, right?" Karl joked,
but he was breathless, too. "Suck me off first, Mouse."

"You don't get to tell me what to do," the redhead shot back.

Karl grabbed him by the hair. "Don't you want me to let Cesco fuck you? Do
as I say, and you'll have him balls deep in your ass."

Francesco could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. He couldn't
figure out Karl. He had expected him to get into a fight, but he did
nothing like that. Instead, Mouse now jerked him off with one hand while
swallowing Karl's cock to the hilt.

Now, he was jealous. He watched with dark eyes as Mouse worked his
cockpolishing magic on that ass-wrecker. He hated it, but he couldn't stop
feeling horny, but he ground his teeth, willing himself not to come like
that.

Karl's breath came in faster. "Here's the jizz, cum bucket," he whispered
and held Mouse's head until he finished filling up his mouth.

Francesco closed his eyes. He didn't care for looking at Mouse now, his
mouth red from sucking off that asshole.

"Come on, Mouse, go give Cesco my love."

He tried to protest, but Mouse wrapped his arms around him and gave him a
dirty kiss. He opened his mouth and felt the tongue and the taste of
cum. His cock was leaving wet trails on Mouse's belly.

"How is it, Cesco? Is it good? You gotta get used to it," Karl said
heatedly. "If you don't, I'll start jizzing in your food."

Francesco pushed Mouse away and then turned him with his back to him. "Shoo
away, Karl. I'm fucking Mouse now, and I don't care for you watching."

Karl's eyes flashed with anger. "I'll watch. Nah, even better."

Francesco shrugged and bent Mouse from the waist. He spat in his palm and
pushed two fingers inside the ass waiting for him. He was pissed off, but
he didn't want Karl to know, or Mouse, the traitor, to get hurt. But there
was only this much he could do. He pushed inside, grunting in pleasure. He
had never fucked a boy, and Mouse's velvety channel was the best thing he
had ever had.

Mouse began panting and moaning, doing better than all the porn actors
Francesco had ever watched. No wonder he was a good whore. Francesco could
feel his cock swelling even more inside Mouse's ass while listening to that
shameless chant.

He grunted as he sensed Karl's hands on his ass. He didn't want to let go
of Mouse. He wouldn't if it killed him, his cock locked in that searing
heat ordering him to accept everything. Karl scissored his backdoor with
hurried fingers and soon he was inside, making Francesco's breathing stop
for a moment.

"Balls deep, baby," Karl shouted. "Man, I so love to slap your balls with
mine."

It hurt a bit, but in a good way. And secretly, Francesco enjoyed having
his balls getting slapped by another man's ball sack like that. It made him
horny, along with having his ass pounded.

"Don't you care about your bitch's needs? Grab Mouse's cock," Karl said and
took his hand.

Mouse mewled like an animal in rut as Francesco's hand wrapped around his
cock. Karl held his hand and they both gave Mouse a rub.

He couldn't tell what was better, the cock in his ass, his balls getting
slapped around, or having his cock buried in Mouse's ass. He came, a first
wave getting swallowed by that hungry hole, but Karl's tool inside him
forced his erection up again. It wasn't like he had never heard of coming
more than one time before, but he had thought that was a myth or
something. After a short fall, his arousal shoot up again, and a second
wave hit. He was sure he was coming buckets, and he wouldn't be surprised
to fill Mouse so much that he would look pregnant.

Just to check, he held one hand over Mouse's smooth lower belly. It looked
like the other appreciated the gesture because he started shooting with
small cute moans.

"How's it, bitches?" Karl taunted them. "No more jizz in those little balls
of yours?"

"Shut it, Karl," Francesco said through his teeth.

"Yeah, I should. I need to focus on shooting in you. Damn, Cesco, you're
one fine bitch. Such a tight ass."

"Just cum already," Francesco grunted as he barely kept himself from
sliding off of Mouse.

"Eager to get preggo? Fuck, I'd love that. Too bad it's not possible. But
I'll breed you anyway."

Francesco could feel his cock twitching inside Mouse. The fuck, was he
coming again? He was so fucked up.

Mouse moaned softly as he felt him. He turned his head and their eyes
met. Francesco could feel his face on fire.

Mouse knew the truth. He knew exactly who and what Francesco was.

tbc