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. 

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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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 A first poster featuring Karl and Francesco from Prison Island.

Prison Island Illustrated - Prologue - Video Teaser

 

This teaser/trailer is part of a new type of content I'm creating for Prison Island. It won't follow the story to the letter, as it seemed boring to me, and also I have limitations in what I can obtain. This prologue is made from still images, displayed as a video slideshow, and the teaser only show a few images from the around 140 I created for this project alone.

The complete video is a bit over 12 minutes long and it's about how Francesco gets dicked by two guards, as it happened at the start of the written story, but, as I said, with some modifications and variations.

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 A New Type Of Content - Prison Island Illustrated

Prison Island will receive a particular type of re-telling that will include illustrations accompanied by text for maximum titillation. These illustrated stories will have a free version and will be published online, but subscribers will get the most perks, as usual.

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Hot Rod - 1 (Ollie/Leon, Prison Island Side Story) - Teaser

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Hot Rod

1.

The string of numbers on the screen were starting to get blurry and very, very boring. Ollie swung his chair back and rolled himself around the office until he bumped into Ned. His colleague grunted and gave him an equally bored look. “What? Wanna go grab a bite?”

Ollie groaned and pressed his linked hands over his head. “We can’t leave until five. The powers that be wouldn’t agree.” He looked out the window, at the workers going about. They were out there, in their dirty tees or wife-beaters, enjoying the sun. And Ollie was enjoying to look, but that was all. He didn’t fuck at work. But what he saw on the construction site, only a few yards away, was enough to give him a semi. Especially the new guy, a huge gorilla with hairy arms. Fuck, how he’d like to get bent over and fucked into the next day by that guy. Like fucking animals.

“Wipe that drool off your chin, Ollie,” Ned teased him and began to clank away furiously as if he worked faster, they’d be allowed to go free earlier. Ollie knew that wasn’t the case, which was why he was in the mood to shoot the breeze instead of following Ned’s example.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” he protested.

Ned stopped for a moment and looked outside. “Looks like a good guy to me. Serious, dedicated. Never complains, never misses work.”

“Yeah, his work ethic makes me so damn hard,” Ollie retorted with a grin.

“You know, you could use a guy like that in your life,” Ned pointed out without tearing his eyes away from his screen.

The gorilla took off his tee and wiped his brow with it. That allowed Ollie the pleasure of watching that big hairy torso twist and turn as the guy continued his demolition work.

“His name is Leon. You should go talk to him,” Ned suggested.

That made Ollie shake off his wide-eyed dreaming. He returned to his desk. “I don’t care what his name is. I don’t fuck where I eat.”

“Suit yourself. He might be interested.”

Ollie scoffed. “Or he could break my neck for asking.”

“You could go subtly about it.”

“I doubt that huge gorilla cares about subtleties. Yeah, I don’t think I want my ass handed to me in a bad way just yet.”

“Yet?”

“Just a figure of speech, you ass,” Ollie replied.

He needed to get back to work and toil over the numbers, and stop drooling over the workers. Still, he looked out the window a couple of more times, while pretending to be busy with his coffee mug. The gorilla turned, and Ollie could swear the dude – Leon, was it? – looked straight at him. That look alone made him shiver, while his little friend swelled in his pants again. The way that guy could break him. Ollie shook his head. “Back to fucking work,” he told himself under his breath.

***

“I’m here for my slip.”

Ollie looked up and his nose flared at the sight. And the smell. Leon the gorilla was standing in front of him, his yellow plastic hat in his hand, staring at him. “Right, right,” he said and searched through the papers on his desk. “Here you go. Good job.”

Fuck, he sounded like a retarded fuck. He tried to keep his eyes away from Leon, but the man really filled a room. And he hadn’t put his t-shirt back on. Ollie was getting a bit dizzy from the scent.

“Thank you,” Leon said primly.

Ollie pulled his hand away fast, when Leon’s calloused fingers brushed over his. “You’re welcome,” he said rigidly and turned toward his screen. “Is there something else?” he asked. Leon was still standing there, unnerving him.

“No,” came the curt reply and Leon eventually turned on his heel to leave.

Ollie looked if only to catch a glimpse of that muscular back but had to snap his head away fast when Leon turned, his hand on the door. Was it possible that Leon could tell Ollie had been eyeing him like a piece of meat for the last days? That would be bad. He had joked about getting a beating from the guy if Leon ever found out what Ollie was getting up to, but it could just as well not be a joke. Hell, Ollie kept his gay cruising away from his workplace, and only Ned knew, Ned who was a loyal friend, but what if others suspected him? Even if he didn’t give Leon the time of the day, if a gorilla like that found out Ollie was a fag, that could be enough reason for him to break a few bones, just for the fun of it.

He needed to be careful around these guys, and maybe stare less. His fingers were frozen on the keyboard until Leon got out of the room.

***

Leon hit the brick wall with all his strength, again and again. That cute guy in accounting was staring at him like he was a filthy animal. Guys like that always looked at guys like him just like that. It had always pissed him off. He had fucked some of them, and they had always willingly choked on his cock given the chance, only to give him the cold shoulder the next day.

This time around, he wouldn’t fuck the cutie in accounting, as much as he needed to get brought down a peg or two. That didn’t mean that Leon wasn’t free to imagine those pouty lips wrapped around his rod, swallowing him to the hilt. Yeah, those pretty eyes would get so fucked up while their owner got cock to last him a year.

He needed this job. So, cutie’s ass in accounting was safe. Leon grabbed his crotch for a moment to will the snake down. Better to take it on those walls instead. And search for a warm hole to fuck, and fast.

***

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Sucking It Up (Prison Island Extra, Mouse's Army Story) - teaser
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AN: This will be the story of Mouse’s life in the army, starting with when the new commander, a certain captain Reynolds, comes to take over. It will have several chapters, I believe, and it will be updated when possible, without preceding important events from In It For Life so that the timeline doesn’t get fucked up.

It will contain a lot of sex stuff and kinks, especially oral, since that’s Mouse’s specialty, but it won’t be limited to it.

 

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“Sucks being in the army, right?” Mouse dragged a long wet line from the base of the delicious cock in front of him up to the tip.

“Sucks a lot less when you suck me off,” the guy replied and kept his hand on top of Mouse’s head, raking his fingers through his hair. He kept it a lot shorter now that he was in the army, and he appreciated the treatment.

This guy he was sucking off right now was called Jordan and came from some northern state where, apparently, they built their men how they built their cars. Mouse took great delight in devouring the thick veiny lollipop in front of him, and the wicked play of his tongue made Jordan groan in pleasure.

“How it’s like?” Jordan asked. The guy had a girlfriend back home and, by what he said, he got blowjobs very rarely. Therefore, he was one of the most grateful of Mouse’s hobby of sucking cock whenever they had a break.

“Do you want to know how it’s like to suck cock?” Mouse asked. He held the throbbing thing by the base and patted his tongue which he had stuck out as much as he could.

“Yeah, you seem to like it a lot.”

Mouse grinned. “Wanna try it?”

Jordan recoiled right away. “No way, I’m not a cocksucker.”

“Then keep your curiosity in check.” Mouse was done talking. He had a task at hand, and Jordan immediately moaned as Mouse took him deep down his throat and began moving his head fast.

One thing with Jordan was how fast he shoot. The guy was pent-up, and Mouse liked pent-up guys because they fed him nice warm cum quickly so that they didn’t risk getting caught.

He stood up and showed Jordan his tongue coated with cum. As expected, the other looked away and seemed ready to bolt. “Thanks for the cum. Now, fuck off,” Mouse said with a roll of the shoulders. He craned his neck to one side, then the other, to work out the kinks. Jordan pushed his cock back into his pants and made a run for it. “Till next time,” Mouse called after him.

He wiped the corners of his mouth carefully. It didn’t serve to be seen by the others, since too many got horny, and Mouse only had one mouth and two hands. He had been asked about giving ass, too, but nah, that wasn’t for them, as much as he missed getting a good hard dicking. That was for Kekko, and maybe Karl, as fucked up as that was. He knew that he’d see them again, one day, even if it was maybe far into the future. He had no idea.

“Roll call,” someone called out and he rushed out of the old warehouse to be present along with the others.

“What’s going on?” he asked one of the guys who were busy forming an organized line, all looking straight ahead.

“We’re getting a new commander, one captain Reynolds,” the guy to his right explained and stopped abruptly. He was a short guy, with small features, and he always made a badge of honor for himself to stay informed. Mouse debated whether the guy would want a blowjob or not for some less known deets on captain Reynolds.

“How is he? Is he going to bust our asses or something?”

“You’re talking to me now?” The guy suddenly ruffled his feathers all of a sudden. “You never talk to me.”

“Looks like I just did.” Mouse looked at the guy, taking advantage that the new commander wasn’t there just yet. “What’s your name? Michael? Mike?”

“Ryan,” the guy replied with a scowl.

“Right,” Mouse said. “How would you like a good old-fashioned suck tonight after dinner, Ryan?”

The guy seemed taken aback by the offer. “Are you making fun of me, Ahab?” He tried to push himself on his heels to seem taller.

“Nope. I never joke about blowjobs. I’m very serious about the topic, just ask anyone.”

Another scowl met his words. “Yeah, you’re blowing anyone but me.”

Mouse took a good look at the guy. He was cute and insecure. So, he slouched to one side and then tipped the guy’s chin. “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

Ryan stared at him and blinked rapidly. Then he blushed to the tip of his ears and swatted Mouse’s hand away. “You’re making fun of me,” he decided.

Mouse chuckled. “Let’s see if you still think the same when you come down my throat tonight. Meet me by the old warehouse. What do you have to lose?”

Ryan didn’t have a chance to reply to that because the line began arranging itself with each soldier taking the mandatory stance and saluting as a man began walking down the line and observing them one by one. Mouse stood straight and allowed himself to spy by the corner of one eye, which didn’t help a lot.

Finally, the new commander stopped in front of him. “Ahab, that’s quite an unusual name.”

Mouse kept silent and just scanned the man in front of him rapidly. He had to be in his late thirties or early forties and was built like a bull. His heavyset frame met a contrast in his eyes, a light blue that seemed to irradiate heat on a weather-beaten face. Mouse wanted to look lower and see what kind of heat the man packed downstairs but didn’t have the guts. Captain Reynolds was completely bald, whether by the whim of fate, or because he didn’t like hair on his head, so Mouse only took after his dark blond eyebrows what kind of body hair he could expect.

“Not much of a talker, I see,” the captain commented and chuckled.

Mouse wanted to say something, but his chance was gone as the captain moved away and stopped in front of Ryan.

***

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The Missing Years 1 - Teaser

Francesco is right to think that Mouse and Karl must have talked during those years they were out of his life, so I'm writing a story about what happened during those missing years. It's going to be told from Karl's POV, and it will have plenty of Mouse in it, too.

Here's a teaser for the first part:

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The Missing Years

1.

Karl walked along the long corridor and stared through the small square window. Those guys were giving Mouse a good washing with their hoses. He smirked cruelly as he heard the redhead hurling insults at the two men. They responded by aiming between his legs and at his butt when he turned. Yeah, the fucker deserved it for all that shit.

He ran one hand over his face. He was still reeling over that thing with Cesco at the last moment. Fuck, he deserved a fucking medal for keeping that cool face while the others stared at him like he was the fucking devil or something. They knew jackshit about what it took to be him.

“So, why did you want this one saved, again?”

The cold voice made him wash away any emotions from his face. He turned to face his dad. “He’d be good in the army. He’s got what it takes,” he replied, his voice not wavering for a second.

His dad walked closer and stared through the square opening. “He takes it up his ass, doesn’t he?” Don asked in the same dispassionate voice he used whenever he tried to fool others of his true intentions, which were to fish for information.

Karl snorted. “It’s obvious.” He braced for the following question. Did he fuck him? Did others fuck him? Was he also a cocksucker?

But Don shrugged and closed the opening, letting the cover slide over it. “Come. We have things to discuss.”

Karl followed without a word. When his dad ordered something, he obeyed. He didn’t need to stay in the army for years to know that it was the only thing to do. He only wished he could talk to Mouse a little before he got shipped who knew where.

To his surprise, Don had him step into the commanding officer’s office. He sat across from his dad, bracing himself for the debriefing.

Don lit himself a cigar and blew the smoke toward the ceiling, while leaning back in the commander’s chair. The ‘do not smoke’ sign on the wall was there for schmucks, not people like his dad.

“I know that you fucked plenty while on your summer camp,” Don said brusquely.

Karl tensed but didn’t let anything to show. He just shrugged. “A lot of time to kill. Not much else to do.”

His dad settled his washed out eyes on him. “That’s understandable, of course. Men have needs. Bitches have to bend or else.” He added nothing after that, but Karl didn’t need him to, anyway. “You weren’t a bitch, were you, Karl?”

“Never, sir.” Karl squared his shoulders and look his father in the eyes.

Don seemed pleased with his response. “The good news, son, is that you no longer have to settle for a dime a dozen whores like that boy Ahab anymore. Now,” he said and smacked one palm hard against the desk, “you’ve finally been upgraded to pussy.”

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In It For Life (Prison Island Sequel) - 1 - Teaser

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“Ahab,” Francesco said slowly. “Yes, like in the book. No, I don’t know the last name. C’mon, lady, it’s not like there could be a lot of people named Ahab.” Ah, shit, he needed to control himself. “Sorry about that, really am. It’s just that he’s an old friend, and I don’t know how to find him.”

Two years after he had left that godforsaken island, and he was still searching for Mouse in prisons all over the country. A lot of people didn’t want to give him that kind of information over the phone, so he needed to bend over backwards to go on trips and see those people face to face only to beg them to release a type of information that they weren’t supposed to give away to any stranger off the street.

So far, no success. Francesco had found work at a car workshop, and it paid the bills. He lived in a small rented studio not far from it, and everything he made and didn’t have to go to paying living expenses went into his trying to find Mouse.

Where the hell had Mouse been taken? After all that time, Francesco still recalled that last day on the island to the last detail. And how the hell had he been so stupid never to ask Mouse for his full name? Not that he had asked the others, and none had asked him, either.

Funny how time had a way to put things in perspective, he thought as another negative answer was delivered to him via the phone. In a way, Karl had kept his promise. And in another, he hadn’t. Mouse had been on the chopper with them on the day of their departure. Only that he hadn’t been released to walk free in the world – Karl’s words, not his. No, instead, he had been put in a prison somewhere, and Francesco needed to find where that prison was so that he could go to him.

He ran his hands over his face. Was he some delusional fuck to continue his search after all this time? Two years felt like a lot compared to his age of twenty now, but each day, he woke up with hope that it would be the one when he would find Mouse.

Karl would have such a laugh if he had ever learned that during all this time, for two years straight, Francesco hadn’t fucked anyone. Well, at least, not anyone living and breathing, he thought and pulled his dildo from the drawer. He stared at it for a moment. He had basically chosen it because it looked like it had been modeled after Karl’s dick.

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Prison Island 40 - Teaser

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He had been walking for a while, taking in the beauty of the place, as wild and unforgiving as it was. When he stopped by a large bush, decided to take a leak, the sound of faraway voices drew his attention. He put his dick back into his pants and walked slowly, hoping that he could see who was there without getting noticed.

Not as far as he had thought, but at a distance, Mouse and Karl seemed to be caught in a heated argument. Both of them held their fists tightly closed, and Mouse appeared to be up for a beating, the way he pushed himself into Karl’s face, lips pursed and saying something through his teeth.

Francesco tensed but something inside him told him not to intervene. He couldn’t get too close or he would be seen. The scene in front of him made him tremble for the future he had imagined, for reasons he couldn’t name.

Mouse turned on his heels and flipped the bird at Karl. For a moment, Francesco thought that Karl would hit Mouse when he grabbed him by a shoulder and forced him to face him. But no, Karl only held him and put one finger in front of his face, as he seemed to explain something.

Their voices, however, were only low murmurs, and Francesco couldn’t make out any distinct words. Whatever that was about, it seemed fucking serious and intense. They couldn’t be fighting over him again, could they? Francesco didn’t think so. This was something deeper, something much more important than a dude they enjoyed fucking.

Mouse pushed Karl’s arm away and then pressed his hands against the other’s chest, making him stumble a few steps back. If they got into a fight, Francesco was determined to intervene. Yet, nothing of the kind happened. Instead, Mouse stormed off, and Karl didn’t follow.

“It’s all on you now, you fucking asshole!” Karl’s voice was strangely loud after all that whispered angry conversation. “Don’t expect me to come searching for you!”

Francesco froze. What the fuck? Was Mouse running away? It seemed like it. But why? They were so close to going back home. It wasn’t possible that he preferred to be stranded on the island forever to a life together. Francesco couldn’t, wouldn’t believe such a thing.

Karl walked away, too, and Francesco remained hidden, barely waiting to go rushing after Mouse and find out what the hell that was all about.

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 Prison Island - 39 - Teaser

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Francesco snickered at the sight of Karl sprawled on their makeshift bed. How come he was still standing while that strong fucker was knocked out cold like that? He pushed Mouse playfully toward the bed, making him stumble and fall over Karl.

“What the hell?” Karl mumbled as he struggled to push Mouse away. The redhead rolled away, laughing and hicupping. “Are you two up for an ass-whooping?”

“Nope, but we’re up for a fucking,” Francesco replied. “We,” he declared loud and clear, “are in need of your hard fat cock right now.”

“You’re fucking drunk,” Karl said, but he slurred the words.

“And so are you,” Francesco shot back and began shedding his clothes. “I’m fucking horny.”

He pulled down his cock, already erect and ready for action only at the thought of what would follow. Karl and Mouse sat at a distance from one another, looking at him.

“What?” Francesco asked. “Haven’t seen a guy jerking off before?”

“What’s Mouse doing here?” Karl asked directly.

“Ha, good question. He’s here,” Francesco drawled, “because I want you two to kiss and make out.”

“Make up, you mean,” Mouse piped in, always the smart mouth.

“Na-ah. Make out. Really. There’s one thing I want to see you two doing, and I can die happy. I want to watch you fuck because I’m crazy about you, and you,” he pointed in turn at Karl and Mouse, “and I don’t want you fighting.”

Karl snorted and shook his head, as he was probably fighting the alcohol in his system. “Not gonna happen. I don’t want to fuck this slut.”

“Why?” Francesco asked, ready for a fight. “I’m a slut, too, and you fuck me every day.”

Karl curled his hands into fists. “You always want to have it your way, don’t you, Cesco?”

Francesco shrugged and knelt in front of him. He cupped Karl’s cheeks and kissed him. “You know me. And you love me. So why don’t you do this for me?”

“I don’t want him to fuck me, either,” Mouse chimed in again.

“Hush, hush,” Francesco turned toward the redhead, “don’t be a stubborn ass, too. I want this to work, is all I’m saying.”

“Be careful, Cesco,” Karl said in a sing-song voice. “You don’t know what you wish for.”

“Right, I’m scared. What could happen? I mean, do you two plan on ditching me once you realize how much you two dig each other? I’d even be happy then.”

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 Prison Island - 38 - Teaser

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Everyone had a weapon of sorts. Francesco had accepted a spear made by Mouse, as his sling could barely be considered a weapon. Karl’s plan was ruthless, simple, and effective. As much as the thought of what they were about to do made him sick to the stomach, he had to admit that Karl was much smarter than he had ever thought. It was all about survival, and Karl was good at it. After he had learned of the horrible things those people wanted to do to them, he didn’t doubt that their de facto leader was right in everything he chose as fate for that bunch of bastards.

They waited in the dark to launch their attack. The men looked scary, abnormal in Francesco’s eyes after seeing no one else for so long but his comrades. In a way, they seemed alien to him, the way they moved, so casual, so carefree. They were well fed, indeed, strong and big, so he just ended praying that Karl’s plan would work.

“Broken bones take months to heal, knife wounds can fester and kill slowly. We only need to incapacitate them until we leave, and then they’re no longer our problem,” Karl had told them, and everyone had agreed.

How could they not? At least, they weren’t murdering anyone, not directly. But it was a test of their manhood, Karl had also told then while asking them not to hesitate, not for one moment. Not when it was all about the survival of the fittest, and they had worked all throughout the year that had past to become exactly that. Francesco knew more about whose test that was but kept his mouth shut, as he had promised Karl. That was between them, a secret, and even if he felt bad for not telling Mouse anything, he knew it to be the right choice.

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 Prison Island - 37 - Teaser

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Most nights, Karl slept wrapped around him from behind. It wasn’t unusual to wake up with a hard cock in his ass and a hot tongue in his ear. Yet, tonight, after their last meal, Karl didn’t come into the hut at all, just sending him ahead, and staying back to talk to Leon. What about, Francesco was curious.

When Karl finally walked in, Francesco was still awake. He waited for the usual routine so that he could go to sleep, but Karl sat on his ass near the door, like he was on guard.

“Hey,” Francesco called softly. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“Not yet.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

Even in the dark, he could tell when Karl was tense. Any sleep he hoped to get was gone from his mind. His senses kicked in high alert. He walked over to Karl and sat by his side. “Well?” he insisted when the other said nothing.

“Leon noticed some of our traps gone off,” Karl explained. “And blood.”

“Could be animals, right?”

A shrug followed. “Could be. Animals wearing shoes, heard of something like that? ‘Cause they left some pretty interesting tracks on the ground.”

Francesco fell silent, and his blood froze. “What?” he croaked.

“Yeah. And that means two things.”

“That some people stumbled over those traps. That’s one,” Francesco agreed. “But what’s the second?”

Karl turned his head toward him. “They’re new here. We barely have shoes anymore. The fuckers taking Anya that time were barefoot.” Even Karl’s combat boots were broken at the seams, and one of them lacked half a sole. Francesco’s sneakers had almost disintegrated and he wore them as sleepers.

Therefore, he couldn’t contradict Karl. “What does that mean?”

“We need to prepare. If there are people still figuring out how to survive, they could want to take over our camp, get a few slaves to fuck and put to work, things like that. They barely got here or else we should have learned about them by now, which means that they’re in good shape, and the first pangs of hunger will make them act while they’re still fit for battle.”

Francesco felt his throat going dry. All this time, he had forgotten how to be afraid. Now, with Karl’s words, the reality of their situation struck him. “What are we going to do?”

“For now, we wait. Mouse went on recon.”

“Mouse?”

Karl grabbed him by the back of the neck before he had the chance to jump to his feet. “Yes. He knows what to look for and how to go in and out unnoticed. Why the hell do you think he’s called Mouse?”

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Prison Island
36. – Missing Scene, Karl’s POV (Teaser)

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His head was a nest for dark thoughts. Francesco had sensed something, but it wasn’t like Karl could tell him. Any deal struck with his dad, it was his, and he couldn’t get involved anyone else without expecting swift and wicked retribution.

Cesco and the others, they had no idea how easy they got it. How many times already had Karl dealt with some fuckers circling around their camp? Not always directly, but laying traps was effective, and he had seen the trails of blood and even more. Each time he had stood above those sights, the consequences of his actions, he knew it was wrong but still the right thing because it meant that they were alive and well.

Mouse knew more about that, and it had surprised him that the redhead hadn’t run his mouth. Francesco was clearly oblivious, and who else would Mouse tell? Karl wasn’t sure how much he knew, but Mouse was no fool. His hunter instincts had kept him alive all this time, and he must have seen the traps gone off, maybe even watched Karl replacing them. Who knew? Maybe he had stood above a corpse or two, as well, thinking the same thing.

After they had both fucked Cesco in the ass, there had been that talk about he and Mouse being alike. That was how Francesco’s mind was working; he saw two boys around the same age and him and thought he knew them. But he didn’t know anything, not that Karl wanted to pull that veil of ignorance from his eyes.

Yet the worst was yet to come, and only Karl knew it. There was so little time left until they would leave the island, and there was no way in hell they would be left alone. His dad had been clear about it.

“A fucking rite of passage,” he said under his breath. Were all fathers such fucking douchebags? He sometimes wondered. His dad believed in the Spartan way to the extreme. When he had learned in school about Ancient Greece, Karl had wondered whether his own father wouldn’t have considered throwing him off some cliff in case he had been born with a shorter leg or a deformity of some sort. God knew he had the resources to pull it off and make it look like an accident only so that he didn’t have to live the shame of having a handicapped son.

But Karl was whole, no leg shorter than the other or anything like that. And he had grown strong and listened to his dad like he was a fucking god. That until he hadn’t; looking back, doing all that shit had been stupid. But it had landed him here, and he had met Francesco.

Karl felt his cock and gave it a squeeze through the jeans. What would his dad think of Francesco? He’d label him a fucking faggot the moment he saw him, for sure. Anyone who didn’t have thick muscles and didn’t look like a brute was a pussy, a faggot, a sissy, in his dad’s book.

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 Prison Island 36 (Teaser)

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Francesco didn’t want to argue. When that moment came, he’d see what he could do. Now, he flicked his fingers over Karl’s ear playfully. “Sure. But if you leave me for some chick with tits as big as melons, I’m going to hurt you.”

Karl moved quickly and trapped him under his body. There were shadows in the blue eyes these days, more numerous and darker than usual. Francesco wished Karl would just confide in him. Why was he worried? Did he expect an attack from other people on the island, now that they were on their last leg and close to getting home?

“I wouldn’t trade all the tits in the world for your nips.” To make it clearer, Karl pushed his t-shirt up and began licking his nipples.

Francesco moaned and pressed his hands down on the back of Karl’s neck to keep him there. This fucker had turned his entire body into an erogenous zone, and there was no patch of skin when he touched him with hands, lips, or cock, that didn’t make him shiver and want to spread his legs wide to take it.

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 Prison Island 35 (Teaser)

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“My balls are fucking dry,” Francesco complained. “I don’t think I’m even jizzing real cum at this point. And I came already too many times when you and Mouse fucked me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Karl whispered. “You need my whole fist in your ass, baby.”

Francesco shivered. Karl was licking his neck slowly. “Your fist?” He gulped, not sure if in fear or something else. “No, Karl, it’s too much already, please.”

“You won’t get loose,” Karl promised. “You’re clearly made to take it. That’s why you’re such a good whore, and I can’t get enough of you. Your boy pussy could make the world go nuts. I need to keep you to myself, or else, who knows what might happen?”

“Not everyone’s so obsessed with sex as you, fucker,” Francesco keened softly as the fingers in his ass continued to work him relentlessly.

“I’m only obsessed with sex with you,” Karl said promptly. “Come on,” he encouraged gently, “just a little more.”

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 Prison Island 34 (Teaser)

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“Is it because he fucks you? I can fuck you,” Mouse said.

“Stop it,” Francesco said through his teeth. “Karl --”

“Fuck Karl.” Mouse pulled him close and kissed him hard on the lips.

Francesco wanted to fight. He truly wanted, but the soonest Mouse’s sweet lips were on his, and his tongue was in his mouth, all the memories came rushing back. The memories of those now harsh arms holding him, wrapped around him, holding him like their owner didn’t want to let go ever.

He keened into the kiss, his longing and love rushing through him like a tide. Mouse pushed him down and they were all over each other. A hand was soon in Francesco’s hair, grabbing at the sweaty strands and pulling not with anger, but with desire.

“Mouse, we cannot,” he whispered just as his hands were busy undressing the other and touching the smooth tanned skin everywhere.

Mouse was deaf to his half-hearted pleas. “I’m going to fuck you, Kekko, and you’ll forget about that asshole.”

“No, no,” Francesco protested meekly. He shuddered as Mouse nibbled his neck, making his body soft and pliant, save for one part.

The redhead wrapped his hand around Francesco’s hard and leaking cock. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby. I’ll fuck you so good.”

Francesco jolted as a shadow fell over them. His eyes grew wide. “Karl, no!”

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