Shotgun Shine (Danny Boy - Part Two) - fragment

Since my subscribers wanted a continuation to The Hostage, this is part two of that story.

After being kidnapped, fucked, and humiliated by Ace, Danny obediently tells nothing about the whole thing to the police. Now he's looking for cock in a seedy bar where he's attacked and about to get fucked up really bad, when Ace walks in and saves him. After that, Ace takes him home and gives him plenty of cock, and some extras.

This story contains scenes of rough sex, reluctant and forced, BDSM practices, humiliation, and many other kinks.

Here is a fragment of the story:

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“Where are we?” Danny asked, looking fearfully around.

They had driven for a while, and they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The house looked old on the outside, probably part of a farm a long time ago, but it was modern and well-furnished on the inside.

He walked inside, conscious of how inadequate he was, half naked, trembling, with the taste of his own cum on his tongue. The living room was surprisingly normal, and Danny wondered what exactly he had thought he would find once he put his foot in. 

Ace removed his balaclava and then his coat. He stared with a frown at a hole in his coat, and Danny trembled as he remembered how Ace had shot that guy. 

“Do you think he’ll be fine?”

Ace quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. “Who?”

“The guy you shot.”

Ace’s lips curled into a wolfish smile. “He’s not dead. Look at it this way.”

Danny wasn’t sure he could look at anything in any way. He just watched as Ace took off his t-shirt, allowing him the unhindered look of his chest and arms. This man was everything Danny wasn’t and never would be. His chest was broad, the muscles on his shoulders round and strong, and his arms were built like killing machines. His entire body was hard, made of nothing but hard muscles. His abdomen was lean, a full 8-pack, while his jeans hang low enough to make the V of his pelvis visible. Danny knew what lay right below. The jeans stretched taut, and he could make the shape of the snake through it. It looked like Ace was aroused.

“Get rid of those.”

Danny dropped the clothes in his hands without thinking twice. Ace stared at him with an amused smirk. “Get rid of everything.”

He hesitated. Was he willing to do everything this man wanted from him? It was only logical, but a part of him wanted to see it again, that face when he said ‘no’.

Ace walked over to him and pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. Then, without saying a word, he ripped the shirt off Danny’s body. He towered over him, smelling of man sweat and danger. “Do you know what you are?” he asked in a low voice.

Danny kept his eyes stubbornly ahead, fixing them on a point on the wall. He gasped when Ace suddenly grabbed him by the throat. “You’re a boy pussy from head to toes.” Danny squirmed when Ace grabbed his ass with the other hand. “Your mouth is a fucking pussy, waiting to get fucked. In between your legs, you’re nothing but that. Your armpits the same. Do you have any idea in how many ways I can fuck you?”

Danny wheezed, as the pressure on his throat grew. Ace bit his ear. “Tonight, I’ll make you scream.”

Was that his cue that he should start begging? “Please,” he whispered, not really knowing what he was asking.

Ace licked a trace from his ear to the corner of his mouth. “Your face says everything about you. You want cock. I’ll cover your face with my cum. You’ll have it in your eyes, and your nose, and your mouth. You’ll live on it.” His mouth came hard on Danny’s, biting the lips and getting inside with his tongue.

Danny moaned helplessly while Ace’s muscled tongue penetrated his mouth, a preview of what would follow.

Ace stopped the kiss abruptly and hiked Danny over one shoulder. Then he pushed two fingers inside Danny’s quivering ass and walked with him first through a hallway, and then into another room, one with dark tiles on the floor and walls. 

What that room was all about, Danny discovered when Ace dropped him to the floor. His breath caught as he saw the table in the middle of the room and the stirrups. He didn’t have time to even consider to run away because Ace grabbed him again and threw him on the table. His legs were quickly secured in the stirrups, while his wrists were tied to the sides, making it impossible for him to move much.

Ace pulled his ass toward the edge, and then spit in his palm. “Because you’re such a slut and didn’t stay put, the first one will be like this.”

Danny grunted and Ace violated his back door with rough fingers. There was no choice other than to look like the guy took out his cock and slapped Danny’s balls with it. He groaned in pain, his testicles still sensitive after being shot at with pool balls.

“How did you know where I was?” he asked numbly, while trying to hold on to his wits. Ace’s cock was poised at his ass, and the thought made him go slightly insane. 

Ace stopped, allowing him one breath. “It’s not that difficult to follow someone.”

“Are you stalking me?” Danny asked. That confession alone made his insides squirm and his heart beat faster.

Ace laughed and played with the head of his cock around his hole, making it a little bit moist with his precum. “Take it how it is, Danny.” The mocking tone of his voice made Danny quiver more. “I made you my bitch that night a month ago. I like to think I’m a loyal master. My slaves,” he said and pushed suddenly inside, triggering a cry for help from Danny, “never run away from me.”

He hadn’t run. Danny wanted to protest, to assure Ace that he would have come running if only he had asked, but the words were dying in his throat, and nothing remained but the sensation of that unstoppable force plowing his ass and turning it into a supple channel that wanted nothing but to open and receive. 

“Ah,” Ace drawled, “how easy you open, Danny boy. Would you have liked to have all those cocks at that bar inside you? Filling you with cum, turning you into a crazy whore?”

“No,” he whispered, letting the tears flow. “No.”

Ace moved more amply and added some extra spit. His moves became gentler, but somehow, he was reaching further inside Danny’s ass. “But you like this,” he taunted, “to have your pretty pink hole fucked and torn by a big cock.”

Danny sobbed. “Not theirs,” he mumbled.

Ace stopped completely and reached for his chin. “Look at me,” he said in a voice that suddenly sounded low and tender.

Danny blinked away the tears so that he could look at his abuser. Ace brushed his bottom lip with a rough thumb. “Good answer.”

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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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 Owned By The Frat House – 1
(The Used Boy – Part Four)

Summary:

Andy feels the need of something in his ass. He’s about to buy a dildo when he gets a phone call from Mr. Torelli. The guy lets him know that his friend James wants to rent Andy for a business trip and spoil him in the process. 

However, Mr. Torelli’s son, Garrett, has other plans when he hears about it, and he steals Andy for the weekend, promising him that he’ll be owned by Garrett’s frat house instead of caring for some old man’s dick.

Andy hopes to give the boys some bjs and get out of there in time to go with James on that trip. It looks, though, like he can kiss those plans goodbye.

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Garrett laughed and came closer. “You, what’s your name?” He snapped his fingers, and Andy could tell he was talking to one of the pledges.

“Ryan,” the boy said.

The other pledge spoke at the same time. “You’re all fucking crazy. I’m out of here.”

“So long, sucker!” Luke hooted after him.

Andy turned his head enough so that he could see what was going on. Dean was holding him down with one hand pressing between his shoulder blades. That Ryan dude was all red in the face and he was stealing glances at Andy’s bare ass like he’d never seen a thing like that in his entire life.

He was pretty in a boyish way if Andy looked closer. Still, he wasn’t as pretty as him, he thought. These dudes wanted to fuck his ass instead of some slutty college girls, and that counted for something, right?

“Ready to become one of us, Ryan?” Garrett asked and squeezed the guy by the back of his neck.

Ryan nodded eagerly. In the meantime, Luke managed to help Andy out of his jeans and played with his ass. “Fuck, this feels so good and tender.”

Andy suppressed a moan climbing up his throat. The fuck did that have to feel so good? Luke was moving his fingers in and out slowly, and Andy wanted a lot more. Like a cock, one big and juicy, to reach inside his ass and give it to him right.

“We need a bucket and a hose. Ryan, go fetch. There’s a tool shed outside,” Garrett ordered.

“You are all a bunch of crazy assholes,” Andy remembered that he was supposed to protest. Taking a whole keg in his ass didn’t sound like fun.

Garrett slapped his ass and laughed. “Come on, Andy, you like cocks.”

“I don’t like beer in my ass,” he shot back.

“Look at him, not denying at all that he likes the D,” Luke commented. “Are you hungry for my cock already, pretty bitch?”

Andy flipped the bird at Luke the best way he could from that position. Luke was all over him in an instant, laughing and biting his ear. That dude was such a fucking freak; Andy shivered as the fucker stuck his tongue in his ear and licked around.

“Yeah,” Luke whispered in his ear, “you’re so totally into this.” Then, louder, to the others. “Let’s prime him up for our cocks, boys!”

It looked like it couldn’t be helped. Still, the idea of getting his ass filled like that made him tremble a little. He hadn’t worked with more than the usual stuff around the area. Still, his own dick twitched just thinking of it. How would it feel?

He would know soon, because Luke was already instructing Ryan what to do. “Lick his ass a little,” Luke ordered the new pledge.

“What? Wasn’t I supposed to wash it?” Ryan protested right away.

“Come here,” Luke said sternly. Andy heard a noise like a thump and realized that Luke had just forced Ryan on his knees behind him. “Come on, give it a lick,” the guy barked at Ryan.

Andy moaned instantly as Ryan’s hesitant tongue landed lower, between his ass – all waxed properly now for dicking, a decision he had taken on his own after playing with it – and his balls. “Higher, higher,” Luke urged the other boy. “Yeah, like that, stick it in. What’s it taste like?”

Ryan’s muffled protests were no more. Instead, his tongue was starting to work Andy’s hole really good. Andy pressed one hand over his mouth to stop himself from moaning like a whore in heat.

“It’s like skin or something,” Ryan eventually replied.

“Good. Now grab that hose,” Luke ordered.

“Wait,” Dean intervened. “Let’s put some of this on his ass.”

Andy looked over his shoulder to see Dean coating his fingers with something from a tube and then sticking them inside his ass. Dean smirked as they looked at each other. “Feels good, Andy?” he asked as he stared at him with hooded eyes. “I bet you do,” he added without waiting for an answer.

~end of fragment~

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The Human Bearer - 5 (Teaser)

“Besides Xana, have you had another master?”

 

“I was run through a few different households until I managed to get a hold of all the protocols. As you might well know by now, master Rio, master Xana is an important Xeno, being the first counselor to the High Chancellor, Marn Saver.”

 

“I heard he got up the ranks rather fast. How did it happen?”

 

“I believe that the Earthian term would be prodigy. Master Xana managed to master intergalactic strategies and xeno languages better than his entire generation and a few before him. The High Chancellor was impressed with his abilities.”

 

“So he’s a nerd.” Riordan snickered.

 

“What does nerd mean?”

 

“Someone who’s spending all their waking hours studying and stuff.”

 

“Master Xana was not studying all the time.”

 

Riordan felt his ears twitching. “What other things did he use to do?”

 

“He much preferred the company of humans when he became initiated in sexual activities.”

 

“Kyle, gossiping with you is the real deal,” Riordan joked.

 

“Another turn of phrase?”

 

“Yeah. Now, c’mon, tell me about Xana’s sex escapades.”

 

“They weren’t escapades. Master Xana just went there. It happened that his sex drive was superior, just like his intellect.”

 

“You’re telling me.” Riordan touched his belly tenderly, although it was nothing there to worry about. “Go on.”

 

“It happened somewhat by accident that master Xana had intercourse with a human sex worker. The brothels offer a broad range of species, so that anyone can choose what they prefer. When the master’s preferred sex worker was out of commission that night, he was offered a male human. After that, master Xana expressed his preference towards Earthians. Also, he let the High Chancellor know he would like to earn the right of having a human bearer as soon as possible. And he studied to receive that particular right.”

 

“Wow. Talking about determined,” Riordan mumbled. “Do you know why he picked me?”

 

“I would much appreciate if you asked me everything directly, instead of questioning Kyle like this,” Xana’s amused voice interrupted him, and Riordan almost jumped from his place.

 

“Master Xana, would you like something to eat, as well?” the bot immediately asked.

 

“Whatever Rio here has,” Xana said. “And Kyle, if Rio ever asks for more personal questions about me, direct him to me.”

 

“Certainly, master Xana. And thank you.”

 

“What for?” Xana quirked an eyebrow.

 

“For calling me Kyle.”

 

Xana was now looking at Riordan with a mix of pride and appreciation.

 

“Thank Riordan. He was the one to name you.”

 

“Thank you, master Rio.”

 

“You’re welcome, Kyle,” Riordan replied.

 

He could not pretend he wasn’t a bit pissed about Xana ruining his fun. His master picked a perfect morsel off the plate offered by the bot and looked at him with satisfaction.

 

“Care to take a bath together?” Xana began caressing Riordan naked calf with his tail.

 

“Yeah,” Riordan agreed. “I’m getting too used to be slimy all the time with you around. Are you sure you don’t have to go back to work?”

 

“Positive.” Xana smiled and grabbing him and throwing him over his shoulder, he began marching towards what qualified as a bathroom in the household.

 

This was different from the bathroom he had visited when Kyle had prepared him for the party. It resembled the accommodations where Xana had inflated his belly the first time. It was clear that the Xeno felt best in that kind of environment, frolicking in the water happily and dragging Riordan with him.

 

“So.” Xana resurfaced from the water and embraced him, pulling him close. “What is it that you want to know? I thought I staved your natural curiosity just earlier.”

 

“Xana, why do you like... having sex with male humans so much?”

 

“Why don’t you ask me directly why I like you?”

 

“Fine,” Riordan agreed. “Why do you like me?”

 

“I cannot explain it,” Xana said simply.

 

“Why?” Riordan pressed and looked the Xeno into his hypnotic eyes.

 

“I am used to facts. There is no fact here. I saw your file and I just thought I want you.”

 

“Just like that?”

 

“Yes. I saw your eyes. I don’t know if I noticed anything else. The selector tried to entice me with other files, but I only wanted you. I wanted to see your eyes, up close, like this.” Xana circled him slowly, all the while not breaking eye contact.

 

Riordan felt a little taken aback and his skin began to warm but pretended not to notice. “That’s a bit different from what you told me earlier.”

 

“I have a sudden urge to hide things like these from you. But you’re persistent. And I didn’t lie to you. I like that you’re dark. I like that you’re old, although I don’t believe that you’re old. I like your imperfections. I like your uncouth manner of talking. I feel like I could spend my days in bed with you, filling you gradually over and over again. I would put my egg inside you this instant if I didn’t know I could not do that without hurting you.”

 

“Wow.” Riordan smirked. “And you say you’re not crushing on me?”

 

“Maybe I am.” Xana smiled slyly.

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 Wrong Hole - Short Story - fragment

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Tyler wasn’t in this for anything else but rep and dough, he kept telling himself. Maybe if he did it enough times, he’d end up believing it. If any of the guys around him caught the slightest whiff why he was there, he’d be in deep shit. Luckily for him, everyone bought the act. He was just a kid looking to make a name for himself out in the streets, hanging out with the tough crowd, and learning the ropes. It helped that the boss liked his face. The old man had said as much.

Now, he stood in the stuffed gym, watching Briggs, the old man’s right hand, benchpressing like a madman. The guy had arms like tree trunks and he was breathing hard each time he pushed. Someone from the gym, a guy Tyler hadn’t bothered to learn his name was spotting him.

Briggs was in his late 30s and looked every bit like the gorilla he had to be. A very attractive gorilla, Tyler thought as he stared blankly at the man’s chest. Damn, dude was cut. Not one inch of fat on that hot bod. He wore his jet black hair cropped short, and he was always smoothly shaved when meeting the boss. The rest of the time, he sported a constant five o’clock shade. How that happened, was beyond Tyler’s understanding.

Yeah, he wouldn’t call the guy a gorilla, as much as he was built like a shit brickhouse. Briggs was enough to show up in most places, and the stupid assholes not paying what was due would shit their pants and hand over their money. Not that Briggs was shy about getting his hands dirty. He was ruthless when need be. For Tyler, though, he always had a smile. The kind that would melt him like he was ice cream.

At 20, Tyler was not even one fifth of the man Briggs was. His body was lean and mostly hairless. The boss had laughed at him when he told him he knew karate.

He knew shit, in all truth. But he was good at running, and that earned him a place with the team. Basically, he just kept around Briggs, doing whatever the man told him to. He kept staring at the large pecs and the full on six pack. If only he could run his hands over that hard body, he would surely die.

Not from pleasure, though, but because the next moment, Briggs would most likely snap his neck for being the faggot that he was. So he just kept daydreaming about Briggs’s awesome body and how it would feel to have a man like that slam into him from behind.

Briggs rose from the bench, and Tyler hurried with a towel. He murmured a thanks and wiped his face.

“The boss gave you a little errand boy, Briggs?” the other dude asked. He eyed Tyler with an ugly grin.

Briggs hooked one arm over Tyler’s shoulders, almost making him buckle under the weight, but also because his manly smell after a workout was overpowering. “He’s a good boy.” He tousled Tyler’s hair. “And I’m going to make a man out of him tonight.”

The other laughed like he knew what Briggs was talking about. Tyler had no idea, though. They has just been to a different city to collect. What was special about the night they were supposed to have off?

“This blondie? A man?” The gym attendant neighed like a horse as he looked Tyler up and down. “Maybe turn him into a girl. It would be quicker, and I bet he’d love it.”

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The Human Bearer 4 - Teaser

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Okay, so he was dressed head to toes in something that looked like a brown tunic. His hair was combed carefully, but the rebellious strands were still making a bit of a ruckus.

 

“I suggest wearing a cap, master Rio?”

 

“If it’s the same as the rest, I say pass. I’m going to look like a monk.”

 

Kyle remained silent.

 

“Don’t tell me I still look fuckable in this?” Riordan stretched his arms.

 

“By master Xana’s standards, you still look fuckable, master Rio,” the bot replied.

 

“Wow.” Riordan smiled. “If I put on that ugly ass cap, will I still look fuckable for Xana?”

 

“Yes,” came the prompt reply.

 

“Damn.” He grimaced. “What would take then? To make me unfuckable?”

 

“I suppose, but it is only a speculation, that the only way to do so would be by ceasing to be alive.”

 

Riordan stared at the bot. “Kyle, you have such a fucked up sense of humor.” He shook his head.

 

“I had no intention to make a joke, master Rio.”

 

“Then you’re just funny by accident.”

 

“By accident? Unintentionally?”

 

“Exactly,” Riordan confirmed. “Now take me to Tasha, so we can get this rolling.”

 

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The shopping district had been modeled to accommodate human bearers mostly, so Riordan didn’t feel out of place. If it weren’t for the young Xenos using the fountains to bathe and frolic happily, it would have looked like any other mall on Earth.

 

“Hey, bearers,” some young Xeno threw in their direction.

 

“Don’t look,” Tasha warned and quickened his pace.

 

“Okay,” Riordan agreed.

 

For him, it seemed pretty stupid to act like damsels in distress over some catcalls. But Kyle was there, together with Tasha’s bot, and the words of caution spoken earlier were fresh in his mind.

 

A young Xeno slithered his way, blocking their path. He was almost as tall as Xana, and his platinum hair fell in a cascade on his naked shoulders. Riordan stared. So the Xeno was as good as naked. The scales of his bottom half were a light green, a tad different from what he had seen in his own master. The youth’s eyes were black, and Riordan felt a chill running down his spine. Xana was warm. This young Xeno was cold. When he smiled, he looked like a hyena. He was still beautiful, but his ugly nature was seeping through his façade.

 

The Xeno seemed interested more in Tasha, though.

 

“Hiding your pretty hair again?” the Xeno whispered seductively.

 

He removed Tasha’s cap and grabbed the redhead by the nape, pulling him forward.

 

“Hey, pal,” Riordan intervened. “How about you see about whatever it is you guys like doing and let us be? We may be bearers but we’re taken.”

 

The young Xeno seemed taken aback by Riordan’s audacity. He narrowed his eyes while staring at Riordan thoughtfully. “Who are you?”

 

Tasha freed himself from the Xeno’s grip with some difficulty.

 

“Let’s go,” Tasha told Riordan and they began walking.

 

Riordan threw a look behind, only to see Kyle and the other bot blocking the Xeno’s path.

 

“Tasha, know this,” the Xeno yelled. “The day you’re let go, I’ll be inside you so deep that you won’t be able to live without my seth!”

 

“Who’s the creep?” Riordan questioned.

 

Tasha was white as paper. “Some Xeno that doesn’t let me be.”

 

“That’s why you wanted company?”

 

“In a way, yes. Two guarding bots are better than one.”

 

“Tell Marn. Have this idiot eat dirt.”

 

“That would be pretty difficult. Seeing that he’s Marn’s son.”

 

“What? I thought you were the one to give your guy an heir.”

 

“Well, I don’t know exactly what Marn is thinking, but he wants another child, besides Xer.”

 

“That the asshole’s name?”

 

“Yes. For some reason, he has it bad for me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I told Marn, and he just replied that Xer is doing what his age dictates.”

 

“And by that, he means he has no issues with his son being a total dick.”

 

“Pretty much, yeah.”

 

“Tell me again how awesome your guy is.” Riordan grabbed his friend’s arm.

 

“He’s better than most.” Tasha looked away. “Look, Riordan, on Earth, I was a nobody, okay? Nobody gave a damn about me. Here, at least, I feel like I have a purpose.”

 

Riordan was about to reply, when he realized they were surrounded by a posse of young Xenos. He tried to look behind and call for the guarding bots, but he was grabbed by a strong tail.

 

“This one’s old,” he heard his captor complaining.

 

He drew a long breath and focused. The sudden hit to the stomach took the Xeno by surprise and he dropped Riordan to the ground. He used the breather to try to break free. On his hands and knees, he managed to break the enclosure.

 

“Kyle!” he yelled. “Call Xana now!”

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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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