Don's Wish - 1 

AN: So, my subscribers wanted to see Francesco and Karl becoming parents, and since their relationship has always been mad crazy, I thought of doing this their way. Therefore, Don's Wish is the story of how Francesco and Karl end up with kids, and, warnings are needed, this story is going to contain MPreg. 

I'm putting here the first chapter in its entirety, but my subscribers can already read up to chapter 10 on my SubscribeStar.

Don’s Wish

1.

“Does the wifey know you’ve come to see me?”

Karl watched as his dad folded his newspaper – who the hell even read printed stuff nowadays? - and then linked his hands, resting them on his knees, while eyeing him with a shrewd expression. The fucker wanted something. Sure, their relationship had evolved for the better, somehow, lately, although they hadn’t been in touch that much since that fucked up day they had spent together at the old house, with Don pulling a number on them, one hard to forget.

Just remembering how his dad had touched and fucked him and made him understand that there was nothing he could do to escape enjoying it made him feel his cock straining in his pants.

“You told me not to tell him, so Cesco doesn’t know I’m here,” he replied.

His answer seemed to please Don. “Come here. Give daddy a kiss.”

Karl tsked. He wasn’t going to fall for that act. “I don’t have all day. Just tell me what you want.”

Don’s expression remained unchanged. “I love it how you still believe you can fight me and win. Let’s go outside for a bit.”

He waited for his dad to lead the way, as they stepped out and on the backyard patio. The property was better maintained now, as Don no longer had to keep his presence there hidden.

He started as Don took him by the shoulders and hugged him shortly. When he had still thought his dad was the normal kind, he’d wanted those proofs of affection. Not so much now, not in the same way, at least. Don wanted something, but he took his fucking time to say it.

“Do you recall what I used to tell you while taking you around?”

Karl knew what the man meant. Don made a point of presenting his very young son with the accomplishments of the family, their businesses, their endless properties. “I do. You said all of this would belong to me someday.”

Don offered him a pleased smile, then kissed him hard and sudden, forcing him to open his mouth and take the unyielding tongue in and try his best to fight it before it fucked his mouth too good.

The laugh that followed annoyed him more. Don brushed his chin with a closed fist. “You taste of anger, son. Still mad at me? All I want is for you to have everything.”

“Let’s not talk about how fucked up our family is.” Karl sighed and looked away.

Don chuckled. “You really do borrow from your husband’s sassiness. Wifey has a sharp tongue. Next time I see him, I’ll have him lick my ass thoroughly.”

“Why? Do you want him to bang you?”

Don squeezed the back of his neck enough to make it hurt. It was too little to impress him. “No. But I want you to bang him until he’s preggo.”

Karl laughed, not because it was a good joke, but to cover the secret wish he had nurtured inside for a long time. Too bad Cesco wasn’t a chick. Getting him pregnant, putting a child in him, that would make Cesco his completely.

Only that it was just dirty talk. How many times hadn’t he told Francesco how good it felt to breed him?

“You don’t expect me not to want a grandchild,” Don said, sounding serious.

“I suppose we’re going to use a surrogate at some point,” Karl said and waved dismissively. “Don’t tell me you’re about to kick the bucket and can’t wait until we’re ready for this kind of stuff?”

Don smirked. “I expect to be 100 years old one day. I just want to see my first grandchild soon. Stop acting like all pussy men today, who can’t make up their damn mind about being dads.”

“And you’re such a fine example,” Karl said under his breath.

Don moved and got in his face. He caressed Karl’s cheeks and kissed him again, tenderly. “You take after me. But your Francesco’s really bright. It was just because he was born in the wrong family that he didn’t go to a good school and made something of himself.”

The nerve on the guy to talk about wrong families.

“And I’m stupid,” Karl said with a huff.

“You have other qualities. Together with what Francesco has to offer, that’s a powerful combination.”

“Fine. We’re going to use his cum to impregnate the surrogate,” Karl said.

His dad seemed to fail to hear him. “I made the mistake of marrying a vapid belle with nothing in her pea brain.” Karl pursed his lips. “Let me finish,” Don warned. “I know you care for the dumb bitch, although I know she doesn’t give a fuck about you. But that was my mistake. I should have chosen a woman with brains. You could have struck a good deal with that girl, but, hell, you just didn’t want to let go of your Cesco.”

Karl crossed his arms in an effort to push his dad away. “Whatever you say, old man. Thing is, it’s either my cum in that woman we choose to be a surrogate, or Cesco’s. And somehow, I don’t think MIT female graduates are stepping on each other’s toes to carry some rando’s brat for nine months in their wombs, or at least donate their eggs.”

Don smiled. “I don’t want a stranger’s blood in the family. You’re going to get wifey preggo.”

Karl groaned. “You might live to be 100, but it’s clearly your mind that’s going and fast.”

“It’s possible to get Francesco pregnant,” Don said, unflinching. “Let me worry about the details. But now, since you’ve been such a brat from the moment you walked in, choose your poison. You either get down on your knees and suck my cock right here, or I haul you inside and bend you over for some spanking and good ol’ dicking.”

Karl stared at his dad’s face. Was it really possible? His mind was reeling, half in a trance over how it would feel to put a baby inside Cesco, and half already fucked up over the promise of being forced to suck and take his dad’s cock again. “Is it for real? Or is this your stupid idea for a joke? I don’t want Cesco turned into some half-assed woman.”

Don patted him on the shoulder. “He’ll remain the same whore with the same hungry boy pussy. Only that he’s going to be pregnant for nine months with your child and his.”

Karl didn’t even react as Don grabbed his arm and dragged him into the house. He was just as dumbfounded as he was forced to bend over the leather armchair, pants around his ankles. Only when a belt fell on his ass, making his skin burn, he reacted by yelling and cursing.

Don didn’t hold back. Karl grunted, remembering that he wasn’t supposed to show weakness, and after a few, Don rewarded him with a glob of spit on his asshole. He ground his teeth as his dad’s cock entered him roughly.

But the pain was good. It made him feel, and it made him realize that he could have something he had wished for only as a fantasy and nothing more. He closed his eyes, while his dad slammed into him from behind, no holds barred. He’d do the same to Cesco to make him preggo. He’d fuck him until he wouldn’t feel his cock anymore. And then, Cesco will be all his, completely.

“Fuck, you’re so breedable, son,” Don joked.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Karl barked.

Don slapped him playfully upside the head. “I don’t want a fucked up granchild, don’t you worry.”

“If I do this, if I get Cesco pregnant, as you want,” Karl moaned and groaned as the pressure built in his ass and balls from the punishing fuck, “the kid, he or she, whatever comes out, you won’t pull the same shit with them, okay?”

Don slowed down and caressed his belted ass cheeks. “I’m not that kind of monster. They’ll have the best, and they’re going to rule the world. I wouldn’t make him a fag, if it’s a boy, or some deranged slut, if it’s a girl.”

“But what about me, then?” Karl had to bite his hand to stop the shameless moan at being filled to the brim by his dad’s relentless cock.

“I didn’t make you a fag, son. You did that to yourself.”

“Because I’m like you,” Karl insisted. “The kid might be one, too.”

“Then he’ll be the fucking top dog of the universe. His calling in life is going to be to take the whole world and fuck it in the ass until he makes it his bitch. When he’s old enough, everyone’s going to lick his balls. Or, if it’s a girl, they’re all going to lick her pussy.”

Karl closed his eyes. His dad was fucked up. Nah, if he could help it, that kid was going to have the happy childhood he hadn’t had. But Don didn’t have to know about that. And 100 years old or not in the cards, until the child grew up, the fucker would be an old man anyway.

Don pulled him up and began stroking his meat. “Now show daddy how much you love him by cumming for him.”

Karl didn’t have to be told twice. He sprayed in an arc while Don emptied his balls inside him.

***

“He might say no,” Karl pointed out while getting ready to leave.

“Then leave him no choice,” Don said and patted him on the cheek. “While all the preparations are ongoing, don’t let others dick him. Make it clear to all of them, the redhead, your watch dog, whatever fuck buddies you two might have. You, and only you must fuck him. Keep him satisfied.”

“Is that all?”

“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you like it does your husband. Breed him regularly and we’ll take care to make him preggo when the time is right. You need to inject him with these.”

Karl took the small set of syringes from his dad’s hand. “How often?”

“It’s all written on the back.”

“Is it safe? Don’t lie. Anything happens to Cesco, I’m going to--”

“I wouldn’t do that. Sharp tongue or not, I love your husband like he’s my own. We just want to get him pregnant, okay?”

Karl nodded. He was still in a daze when he walked out of the house.

***

Francesco jolted as he felt Karl sliding by his side. He had been cold, he realized, when his husband wrapped around him. “Where have you been this late? And why is your phone turned off?”

“I had some business to deal with. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Karl’s body was warm and comforting against his back.

“Just a little worried, is all.”

“I want to fuck you,” Karl said and began licking his ear.

“Screw you, it’s 3 in the morning.”

“And? Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

Francesco huffed. “No, you fucking idiot. But someone needs to look over all those numbers. Your dad put you in charge of a gazillion things.”

“There are people paid to do that. Play less the accountant and more the housewife.”

Francesco could tell Karl was poking him in the back now with his hard cock. “You know, sometimes I wish you had some mistress on the side.” He yelped when Karl grabbed his arm hard.

“Don’t joke about that shit. It’s only you for me.”

Karl sounded fiercer than usual. Francesco sighed and turned. “Come here, asshole. You can fuck me.”

That seemed to appease whatever shit Karl was dealing with without saying, because he took Francesco’s mouth and began to explore it slowly with his tongue. Karl wasn’t the kind to take his time with foreplay. This was new.

And a bit unnerving. Karl hadn’t said where he’d been. Francesco knew he would have to insist again in the morning. For now, he needed to get used to this new version of his husband. Maybe he was fucked up to long for being treated roughly instead of this slow gentle treatment. The problem was, it made him think that something had to be seriously off to Karl.

He wrapped his arms and legs around his husband. When he brushed his lips over Karl’s ear, he whispered, “Something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Karl whispered back and shivered in his arms. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

That still didn’t answer his question, but Francesco didn’t have time to process those words or question Karl some more, because the sting came as his husband impaled himself in his ass, using only spit as lube. That was the thing he knew, and the familiarity brought him comfort.

Karl ran kisses on his face and throat, acting feverishly, like he couldn’t get enough. He was pinning him to the bed, thrusting hard and going deep. Francesco squirmed as the sensations in his ass intensified. It was so good, it brought tears to his eyes. Back in the day, he had been both attracted, repelled and scared of Karl’s tool. That was an ass wrecker for sure, and his ass had been wrecked so many times. And still, Karl managed to make him feel like he got to a point where he couldn’t take it while still wanting more.

“I’m gonna shoot in you,” Karl groaned in his ear. “I’m so going to breed you, baby, fuck, I’m putting all my cum in you.”

Francesco felt his entire body reacting at the dirty talk. “Yeah, fuck,” he moaned, “breed me, give me all your cum, put a baby in me.”

That seemed to send Karl into a serious frenzy. He slammed in so fast and furious the bed creaked like it was about to turn to splinters. Francesco grabbed his cock and pumped it hard. Karl stilled abruptly and remained unmoved, a long growl leaving his throat for what seemed like endless moments.

Francesco chuckled and pulled Karl close when his husband collapsed on top of him. “You’re really into this breeding kink, aren’t you?”

Karl kissed him hard and then rolled away from him. He moved one arm, lifting Francesco’s legs, pressing his knees to his chest.

“Hey,” Francesco squirmed, “this isn’t that comfortable.”

“Stay like this. My cum has to stay inside you,” Karl said.

Francesco groaned for show. “You already came. What’s the point of this?”

Karl moved over him again. Francesco felt his eyebrows shooting up. “You’re hard again so fast?”

There was no reply from his husband. Just a hard cock poking him again, entering swiftly inside his well-lubed hole. And again, that relentless tongue in his mouth, penetrating it to the same rhythm Karl was going with his cock, bent on not letting him sleep until morning.

tbc

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