In It For Life - Missing Scene - Don’s Revenge – Karl’s POV - Teaser

Author’s note: Because I had quite a bit of fun writing Don’s Revenge, I thought of writing more of it, this time focusing on Karl’s point of view, after he wakes up, chained and stretched, with that metal bar between his legs. As I always imagined Karl as being in some serious denial over his feelings and what really gives him pleasure, I thought of writing this bit that covers his experience. Since, at one point, Francesco is sent to sleep by dearest daddy-in-law, and he and Karl remain alone, this short will also cover what happened while Francesco was in the world of dreams.

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Don pulled him over his body, so they were aligned together with Karl on top. He couldn’t get over the fact that Francesco was there, in the same bed, lying inertly.

His dad thumbed his chin to make him look away from his husband. “He’ll be fine. Just like you’ll be fine.”

“Come on already, punish me some more, and then let us go,” Karl mumbled.

He could feel the rough hands caressing him everywhere, down his body, between his ass cheeks. He clenched them and Don laughed. “There’s my jizz leaking out of you already. How much more are you going to protest and say you don’t like it? We both know this is what you want.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did. But now, you’re going to play the little slut for daddy.”

Karl grunted as Don turned the tables and trapped him underneath. He was forced on his belly and his ass was rudely pushed apart. He closed his eyes while Don fingered him slowly. “You have no idea how nice you look like this, boy.”

“Fuck me already. Fuck me until you had your fill.” Then, it would be over and he would stop feeling so conflicted, like he could barely breathe and only the last ounce of pride he still had topped him from begging for that hard cock to fill him to the brim.

Still, he couldn’t completely control himself, so he gasped and grunted while Don began adding more fingers. Soon, he couldn’t breathe because of how stretched he was. “Are you going to break my ass or something?” he said through his teeth.

“You’re a lot more pliable than I thought. I had no idea you’d be such a slut. My slutty boy,” Don said in a heated voice and slapped his ass repeatedly.

Karl closed his eyes. At least, he was spared of having his Cesco witness all of his humiliation.

Don tipped his chin to turn his head. “You’re so deliciously red,” he commented. “As red as your ass will become.”

“How long until you have enough?” he asked.

Don laughed. “It looks like you learned something from your husband. He also knows how to rile me up to get my cock hard properly. Well, I think I showed you the whip enough for the moment.” He forced Karl’s mouth into a kiss.

The problem was he couldn’t resist it. If he were drugged, it would make sense, but he knew that he wasn’t under the influence of any chemicals. No, Don was crueler than that, because he knew that Karl wouldn’t be able to resist being treated kindly.

“You see, my little slut,” Don cooed as he caressed Karl’s back and fingered him slowly, “I’m jealous that I wasn’t the one to pop your cherry.”

“You could have done it. Instead of putting Cesco up to it so I’d hate him,” Karl spat at his dad.

“Yes, I know. In hindsight, I had my regrets. Had I known how eager you are to get cock, I would have decided otherwise. Now, I will have you ride me slowly because I want the inside of your ass shaped after my cock for weeks.”

“Are you going to let me and Cesco go after that?”

Don laughed. “You won’t want to go after that, my son.”

Karl ground his teeth hard and pushed himself up. He understood now what made Cesco do all that crazy shit only to survive. Don wasn’t giving him a choice. So, he straddled the fucker, and while looking at the wall, he put his cock inside. Don grabbed him in his arms and kissed him while fucking him from below. At least from that position, Karl couldn’t feel the asshole bottoming out inside him.

Like he could read his mind, Don forced him into a sitting position, so more of his cock was there now. “Come on, up and down, boy. Show daddy you know how to ride a real man’s cock.”

Karl felt his blood boiling. “Real man? What do you know about that? I fucked your ass.”

Don grabbed him by the back of his neck. “And? Do you think that scared me? Now, let’s just make it clear. Are you going to fight me?”

“Yes,” Karl said and put his chin high.

Don’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. “Good. That’s my son.”

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In It For Life – Missing Scene - Don’s Revenge - Teaser

Author’s note:

I’ve been asked about possible missing chapters for Prison Island/In It For Life, and there is actually something that has been going through my mind. I imagined Don’s Revenge more like a possible string of events that takes place after In It For Life. During chapter 40 of In It For Life, Don wants to pay a visit to the boys, and Francesco intercepts him outside their house. The next day, Francesco tells Karl and Mouse, and Karl calls his dad. During that particular conversation, Don congratulates his son for outplaying him, but also lets the boys know that if they ever crossed paths again, he would exact his revenge.

As I like a good villain, I’ve thought for a while how it would be to have Don following up on that threat. So here it is, that idea turning into one of the missing chapters for the main story. Of course, if you hate the guy’s guts too much to have fun with this one, you can skip it altogether and consider that it never happened.

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“Karl,” Francesco shouted at him, “are you okay?”

The way Karl was restrained allowed him to move his head at least, so he did that. Francesco moved as far as his chain allowed it.

“Cesco?” Karl asked groggily. “What the fuck?”

“Your lovely wife asked me nicely, while taking my cock deep down his throat, that I wake you and prove to him that you’re not damaged or anything like that. How do you feel?”

“Screw you, you fucking fucker,” Karl growled at him. “What the fuck is this shit? Let me go now!”

Don walked in front of his son and grabbed his face. “If it were just the two of us here, I’d slap you silly to teach you a good lesson, but Francesco kept begging me not to hurt you. So, I will punish you slowly and with love. Just to show you what kind of daddy I am to you.”

More curses poured out of Karl’s mouth. Don silenced him by kissing him hard. By the sounds made, Francesco could tell Don was tonguing his son hard. Karl was struggling against his restraints, but it was clear to anyone looking that he was getting hard.

Don began moving his hand over Karl’s erection, teasing it more than delivering a proper rubbing. “You grew up a mighty fine man, Karl,” Don praised him. “But that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t get punished. You’ll cum from my hand, my cock, my fucking whipping you, do you understand?”

Karl tried to head-butt the fucker, but he was so well stretched that his attempt seemed comically fruitless. Francesco couldn’t believe his eyes. “Let him be,” he begged. “Don’t you have me? Use me.” To make a point, he turned and showed his ass, fingering his hole with his free hand. “You said you missed this,” he added, hoping that the trembling in his voice didn’t betray how desperate he felt.

Don moved away from Karl, and Francesco hoped. All that was dashed as the man released him only to drag him and position him between Karl’s legs, on his knees. “You’ll be here to catch all the jizz I squeeze out of my boy,” Don explained. “Now, let’s see, where were we? Ah, and Francesco, if you try to abandon your post, Karl will get a proper lashing. Each time you do anything than told, he’ll get punished one way or another. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” Francesco said quickly. “Just don’t… you’re just saying, right? There’s no way you’d do that.”

Don laughed and began rubbing Karl’s cock up and down. “Why wouldn’t I? He did it to me, didn’t he? Well, I’m a guy who cares a lot about being fair, and right now, I’m evening the score. Now, Francesco, you should ask yourself… why is Karl so hard while I’m doing this to him?”

Karl was breathing hard and hiding his face into his stretched arm.

“You see, Francesco,” Don continued in the same sly voice, “Karl here, he has always been a daddy’s boy. He never cared much for his mommy. Only daddy.” He kissed Karl on the cheek and licked his neck playfully.

Karl let out a curse and a short moan.

“But I wanted him to grow up to be a man,” Don said. “I wanted him to be tough and strong, not a boy who would hide behind daddy whenever challenged. So, I used some tough love on him.”

“You fucking jerk,” Karl moaned desperately. “Shut the fuck up!”

Don chuckled and moved behind Karl. He continued to jerk him off, and used the other hand to caress his abs, pecs, and throat. Karl was shaking and turning his face away more.

“You drugged him, didn’t you?” Francesco accused.

“You keep on accusing me of that,” Don said, daring to sound affronted. “No, you see, Karl here, he just wants daddy’s love, and because he thinks he never got it, he has all this anger inside him.”

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In It For Life
35. – Alternate Version - Teaser

AN: Since some of my subscribers asked for Francesco getting some proper punishment and more ‘love’ from daddy-in-law, this particular part is written with that in mind. This is about Don subjecting Francesco to more kinky stuff, this is how I imagined an alternate version of chapter 35. After Don and Francesco enter the house, what they find is not Morgan waiting, but Don’s guests, invited to a special kind of party.

Obviously, this part isn’t canon, so anyone who prefers the original version, with Don getting his just deserts and Francesco escaping his clutches before going through more of the man’s perversions, feel free to skip this.

For the sake of kinkiness, this is the version with Francesco getting properly used by Don and his guests.

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The house was well lit and the noise of mingled voices that welcomed them the moment they set foot inside told Francesco that there was a party going on already. The guy in waiter livery stopping to greet the master of the house, armed with a plate full of artful canapés, didn’t bat an eye that Francesco was half naked. He let his eyes linger on him just for a moment and scurried away to serve other guests once Don dismissed him with a vague wave of the hand.

He was well aware of the hard grip Don had on his arm as he was pushed to walk toward the large living room. Men dressed in expensive suits appeared to be the guests of honor, as others were flocking to them, obviously interested in getting their attention. The entire audience was male, and Francesco understood quickly that Don intended to introduce him to his business partners that evening.

“Don,” one of them exclaimed and gestured with his champagne glass, immediately drawing their attention. He was a man in his forties, with hard features and a body that looked strong under the costly fabric. Something in his black eyes was sharp and unforgiving, and Francesco found himself turning his head, afraid of meeting that intense gaze. “I see that you’re not alone this evening,” the man continued. “Your son-in-law, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Frank,” Don replied and pushed Francesco toward the man. “Although I do need to correct you. I decided to make Francesco here all mine. Just sneaking behind my boy’s back for a blowjob was getting tiresome.”

“Oh, making him yours…” Frank drawled. “That’s too bad. He looks delicious. Good enough to break.”

“You know me. For the right incentive, I’m willing to trade.”

“I see. How far are you willing to go? What are we talking about here?” Frank grabbed Francesco’s chin forcibly. This man wasn’t the kind to waste time on being gentle. “He is pretty enough, I suppose.”

Don chuckled and then kissed Francesco’s cheek loudly. “That’s not the important thing here. He’s mine and you want him. Make sure to write that check I kept pestering you about.”

“Ah, you always drive such a hard bargain, Don,” Frank drawled. “When are you going to bring your boy to one of these?”

Francesco knew the guy was talking about the party, and his stomach coiled like snakes. Would Don go that far?

“I’m afraid I’m not as sophisticated as you, Frank. My own flesh and blood is off-limits.”

“You’re no fun. Karl’s such a hard boy, with a body to fit. He’d thrash and cry so nicely while getting properly emasculated. I suppose his little wife will do, if you’re so willing to trade.”

“No permanent damage, please,” Don replied in kind. “But I wouldn’t mind watching you make him understand that having a cock between his legs is a privilege, not a right.”

“Of course,” Frank offered courteously. “I can tell that you gave him a proper dicking on your way here.”

Francesco didn’t fight as he was turned around and two rough fingers pushed inside his ass carelessly. Surviving the night was all that mattered. That and keeping an eye open for any opportunity to get away. At this point, playing the obedient fool was the only advisable thing to do.

He endured the handling, although his cock twitched as Frank added more fingers and made his ass squelch while going in and out.

“Clean,” he heard the man say and wondered what the fuck he wanted now.

The order hadn’t been addressed to him, though. He looked over his shoulder and saw a guy in his late teens hurrying to take the man’s fingers in his mouth, giving them a good sucking. The lost look in his eyes said that he was, most probably, high on something. Francesco doubted he would be given anything to get through the night without losing his mind. The boy was entirely naked, except for some glitter on his nipples and crotch. He was completely limp and behaved like a toy turned with a key. Francesco looked away.

“Don’t look so down, my dear,” Don whispered in his ear. “I told him not to do any permanent damage.”

“And if he does? Are you going to sue him?” Francesco quipped.

“Good. You have that spirit in you still. You know that makes you irresistible, right?”

“Lucky me,” Francesco commented dryly. His ass felt the emptiness left behind by those searching fingers. He doubted it would remain like that long.

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In It For Life 34. – Missing Scene, Karl’s POV - Teaser

Author’s note: This missing scene happens during chapter 34, when Francesco catches Mouse and Karl fucking behind his back. More importantly, it’s about how Karl accepted to get dick from Mouse.

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Mouse shrugged and hooked his arm around Karl’s shoulder. Mouse’s breath was warm and pleasant on his cheek. Karl closed his eyes for a moment. “You’re right about him. But that doesn’t make you love him less, and sure as fuck doesn’t make me love him less. He might open his legs for every cock wanting to worm its way into his holes, but he does love us back.”

“The fuck we’re going to do about him? He’s a wild card. We can’t let him in on our plans. My dad is capable of hurting him badly to get out the truth from him. I can’t let that happen.”

“Yes, I’m with you. I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’re gonna like it.”

“Say it anyway.”

“We have to push him away.”

“Yeah,” Karl agreed. “He’s mad already. We just need to push him over the edge. Whether he goes to my dad on his own accord or not, he needs to be completely in the dark. All my dad will be able to sniff is going to be the bitch in heat that he is.”

“Your old man will be too busy getting horny over Kekko. That’s good thinking.”

Mouse continued to hold his arm over his shoulders. Karl was overly conscious of how close he was, and his cock reacted at that.

“Just a quick question, Karl. The fuck you keep looking at my crotch? Do you feel like sucking cock lately?”

The words were thrown at him in jest, but Karl didn’t see them that way. He turned suddenly and grabbed Mouse by the front of his pants, filling his hand. That took Mouse aback but only for a second. The next one, Mouse’s hand was at his throat and then hot lips were on his mouth, and he was getting tongue-fucked.

“You know what I think, Karl?” Mouse asked in a ragged voice.

Their faces were so close, they could stare into each other’s eyes and see nothing else. There was so much intensity between them, so much hate from old times, but also an understanding. “The fuck you think?” he asked hoarsely.

“That Kekko would be pretty mad if we got back at him for all his fooling around from back in the day.”

“What’s that in plain English?”

Mouse didn’t let go of his throat, and he didn’t let go of Mouse’s cock.

“We could fuck and pretend that we don’t want him as part of the arrangement.”

Mouse didn’t say a word about him being the one on top, but Karl felt his pulse getting quicker. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. As much as he cheated on both of us with each other, there’s nothing he’d get madder about. I know him. We’re all he’s got. That’s why he’s going to come back from his little trip today.”

“You sound like a mean motherfucker.”

“I know. But it’s just called tough love.”

“It’s not like Cesco doesn’t like to see us fucking,” Karl pointed out. Mouse’s cock was swelling in his hand. It gave him the jitters to think how it would feel in his ass.

“It’s not the fucking we’re going for here. It’s the betrayal. We’re just going to tell him that we’re enough for each other and we don’t need him anymore. How does that sound?”

Karl nodded.

“Good.” Mouse got to his feet and began taking off his clothes. “Not sure when he’s going to come back, but it’s not like you don’t have enough staying power, right?” He winked at Karl.

Karl watched Mouse getting undressed until his hard cock popped into view. Yeah, he had grown there, too. Mouse moved to him and pushed him on the bed. “Damn, you remind me of old times. Paying customers usually expect the street whore to do all the work.”

Karl allowed Mouse to take his cock out of his pants and start to lick and suck it. “I know what will make Cesco blow a gasket.” It was easier to say it if he didn’t look at Mouse.

The other just mumbled an encouragement without letting go of his cock.

“You could fuck me.”

That made Mouse stop. “What?”

“Yeah, you heard me,” Karl said aggressively. “Do you need me to draw you a picture or what?”

Mouse straightened up and stared down at him. “You’re fucking pulling my leg.”

Karl grabbed Mouse by his cock. “Take it or leave it. I’m not going to say it to you twice. Nor ever again.”

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In It For Life 31. – Missing Scene, Karl’s POV - Teaser

AN – This happens after chapter 31, when Karl brings Morgan into the house so that they could both tagteam Francesco. Just before that, Karl and Francesco had been to dinner at Don, when Don forced Francesco to fuck Karl. All this introduction is to give you the context, without having to re-read chapters back, unless you want to. The more important thing, this missing scene is all about how Karl got dicked by Morgan the first time.

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Francesco was out like a light. He usually was, after a good hard fuck. Lucky bastard, Karl thought, as he leaned against the rail and stared at nothing. With all the shit happening around them, it was good Francesco could sleep like that. Not for him, it wasn’t so easy. Even now, after filling his husband with cum, more than the usual dose, he could still feel his adrenaline pumping.

“You didn’t tell me what happened when you two went to your dad’s for dinner.”

Karl wasn’t that surprised the bodyguard didn’t sleep at that hour, either. “Nothing to say.” He continued to stare ahead, hoping Morgan would take a hint.

He flinched when Morgan wrapped one hand around the back of his neck. “Easy, son.”

“Cut it with the son crap. I’m not into weird daddy shit, like Cesco.”

Morgan ignored him. He began to massage his neck slowly instead. It felt good, Karl had to admit, enough to make him crane his neck and feel the tension growing, then leaving his body. The bodyguard didn’t let him be after that. He cupped Karl’s cheek with the other hand and kissed him.

It took him a couple of moments to remember to pull back. Morgan was getting too close for comfort, more often than not these days. “You sucked off Cesco.”

“It didn’t bother you in the heat of the moment. You should try your husband’s cum more often, Karl.”

“Fuck off,” he growled and pushed Morgan away.

He hurried down the front lawn, making a rush for the gate, but Morgan caught him from behind. “You know you can tell me everything.”

Karl leaned against the gate, his forehead hot against the cold metal. Morgan held him, rubbing his chest slowly through his t-shirt. That felt good, too. “It’s nothing to tell,” he continued in a ragged whisper.

“It’s more than your dad fucking the love of your life.”

Karl laughed, but even to his ears, it sounded humorless. “Love of my life? Really? I just like fucking him.”

“And you could fuck dozens of other men. That’s one lost battle, son.”

“I told you not to call me--”

“I know. But someone has to say it to you like he means it.”

Morgan turned him and kissed him. Karl opened his mouth, willing for it. With all the hunger he felt, no matter how often he fucked Cesco, this felt different and good not in that way that was scorching and hot and not enough.

“He just couldn’t stop at fucking Cesco,” he said once Morgan moved his lips to kiss his cheek. Morgan stopped. Karl could tell what the bodyguard was thinking. He wasn’t stupid. “No, not that. He didn’t do that.” He paused. “He had Cesco do it. While he watched, of course. You know, witness how my faggot ass turns.”

Morgan pressed his forehead against his and started laughing.

“What the fuck?” Karl struggled to get away, but Morgan was stronger than him. Man versus boy, still. It pissed him off. “The fuck you’re laughing?”

Morgan’s laughter subdued. “You should have told your dad Francesco is already fucking you. You know, a little white lie. That would have ruined his evening.”

“I can’t believe it,” Karl said through his teeth. “Do you have any idea what this kind of stuff means?”

“It means nothing, Karl. It means you’re man enough to let your husband fuck you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed Morgan, pressing his hands hard against the rock solid chest. Was his bodyguard itching for a fight now? He tried to land a punch, but Morgan caught his fist. However, Karl was fast enough, and the hit to the guy’s side landed.

Morgan grunted and let go of him for a moment. Deceived by his early success, Karl tried to get another punch in. The only thing he had to remember was how Morgan had fucked Francesco, ramming and hammering that sweet ass of his, over and over, with him watching. Nothing but red was in front of his eyes.

But the element of surprise, on which he counted, was short-lived. Morgan took him to the ground with him and caught him between his thighs. Karl growled as his hands were pinned above his head and the rest of his body immobilized under Morgan’s weight.

“Do you know what’s going to happen next, Karl?” Morgan asked, his voice just a bit breathless from the fight. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll see why it’s good.”

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 Prison Island Illustrated - Episode One - Cover and Highlights

Prison Island Illustrated - Episode One follows a different line than the original story line, as it covers events that Francesco couldn't have known as the only character from whose POV the story was told.

Therefore, Episode One is more Karl-centric and contains scenes that happened before the guys left for the island. In this episode, Karl finds out from his father about his punishment for trying to rob a bank, and then he's locked in a cell. Mouse walks in and they strike a conversation, during which each one tries to find out what the other knows. To secure Karl's involvement in sticking together for survival, Mouse offers Karl a blowjob.

As their cell door is unlocked, Mouse invites Karl on a ride around the compound to see the other guys that are going to be sent with them to the prison island. Mouse realizes too late that it would have been better to keep his mouth shut, because Karl wants to inspect all the cells on the block, and that's how he sets his eyes on Francesco for the first time.

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 Earning His ‘Fuck You’ Money – 2 - (The Used Boy – Part Seven) - Teaser

This is the seventh part of The Used Boy series. 

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Andy satisfies James' business partners and gets properly used, in more ways than one, at the resort. He is warned that everyone around is going to want to fuck him, and he even gets a sample of that when he doesn't pay proper attention.

James continues to warn him about the gloved man, and it seems that there's another toy boy in the hotel, beside him.

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This short story contains various sexual activities, such as unprotected anal sex, oral sex, piss fetish, cum fetish, public humiliation, gangbang, and other kinks.

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Andy stared between his legs. Viktor had placed a small metal ring at the base of his cock and now was inserting a thick blunt needle through his piss hole. He had expected a lot more pain than this, and the sensation was strange. It made him feel like pissing, and yet, he wasn’t.

“How is it, Andy? I have an easy hand, right?” Viktor teased and licked his ear.

“You have a hard cock in my ass. What’s so easy?” Andy mumbled. He couldn’t stop looking at that thing going in and out his hole. “I’m going to pee,” he let out with a grunt.

“Hold this glass and pee in it if you feel like it,” Viktor said and handed him a whiskey tumbler. 

Andy held it under his cock with one hand. The other was needed to support him while Viktor was fucking him, a lot slower this time since the man was busy to do his kink. Suddenly, he pushed the needle further and Andy hissed. Viktor removed the thing and Andy pissed in the glass. The relief brought new tears to his eyes. 

Viktor put the needle away and began fucking him harder. “Let’s see if you softened up enough.”

Andy’s limp dick was swinging between his legs.

“Drink your piss, boy,” Viktor ordered.

Andy obeyed, although it was hard with Viktor fucking him and shaking him so badly. Some of the piss ended up on his face. Viktor surprised him by wiping his face with his fingers, but then he just pushed them into Andy’s mouth. “Oh, yes, you little slut,” he whispered.

Viktor was fucking his ass really good, and Andy felt like getting hard, but the sensations from earlier were still with him. His cock remained limp, and Viktor just made that thing in his ass twitch in pleasure over and over.

“What were you saying? Look at your limp dick, Andy,” Viktor told him. “Look at it shooting.”

It was fucking real. It wasn’t a lot of cum, and Andy felt like only half a man, but it was spraying around in small droplets.

“Very good,” Viktor praised him. “Have my first blow up your ass.”

Andy grunted as his entire body shook in pleasure. Viktor blowing his load just made things better. For a moment, it crossed Andy’s mind to pull at his ass and present it to the man like a tribute for his big cock.

No, he didn’t have to look like he wanted it that badly. These men wanted to see him squirm and deny that he liked it. Although it was hard to do that while his limp dick was still letting a bit of cum drop from its tip. 

Viktor pulled him to his feet and turned him. He grabbed Andy’s butt cheeks and the sensation of cum dripping out soon followed. “Michael, what do you say? Slick enough for that gun of yours?”

“I’ll be damned,” Michael said. “I’d say it is. That boy pussy is practically begging for me to come over and fuck it properly.”

“Remember that you only cared to stick it once into the boy,” Viktor reminded him. 

“Fuck you,” Michael joked and moved closer.

Andy observed the guy over his shoulder. That long shlong was going to reach into his gut, that fucking huge it was. The thought alone was enough to make him want to bend over. Maybe James and everyone else were right. When it came to ass-fucking, he was a natural. He was finally good at something.

Michael grabbed Viktor by the back of the neck and gave the man a short kiss on the lips. Andy stared at them in shock. What the fuck was that about?

Viktor didn’t seem to mind. “Have your fun. You’ll love him.”

Michael smirked and turned his attention to Andy. “How about you do a bit of riding, boy? Let us see how your ass swallows my sword.”

Andy shrugged. “Whatever.” He had to show that he was unaffected by whatever those men had in mind for him. Like a pro.

“I’m going to have a good laugh while you cry that you cannot take it all,” Michael teased him.

“Yeah, right,” Andy snorted.

Michael lay on the floor, his cock up like a flag on a hill and smirked at him again. “Come on, boy, show us. Show how good you are and that James doesn’t pay you for nothing.”

Andy moved with deliberate moves and straddled Michael. He reached behind for the man’s monster cock, but it wasn’t an easy job to try that. Viktor rushed to the rescue once more. Holding Andy with one arm wrapped around his waist, he helped him descend into Michael’s huge cock. It was insane to think that he could still feel the man’s tool splitting him in two after getting so much dick from Viktor only seconds earlier. He gasped and tilted his head back and his eyes met Viktor’s; the man smirked but then he kissed his forehead. “I have great trust in you.”

Well, it was good to have someone in his corner, as much as Andy had feared Viktor at first. Slowly, his ass was swallowing Michael’s entire length and it felt both gratifying and painful to take it. Viktor placed a hand over his lower belly. “I think I can feel the head,” he joked.

That wasn’t all that funny. Michael grabbed Andy by the hips and began making him bounce up and down. Viktor laughed and held his lower belly, continuing to make jokes about how he could feel his friend’s cock going through. 

Michael grunted. “Viktor, let me kiss the boy. Damn, his ass feels awesome. James, where did you find him?”

“I am not going to reveal my hand,” James said and laughed. “I told you I had a little treat prepared. Don’t ever say I’m not a real friend.”

“You can count on us,” Michael said, “to repay the favor. You have my vote.”

“I’ll drink to that,” James replied merrily.

“Speaking of drinks,” Benny intervened. “I think the boy’s special cocktail is ready.”

Andy gulped. Really? A pint of cum? How was he going to manage that? There was no time to reflect on that particular problem as a waiter pushing a tray entered the room. A stainless steel recipient was placed neatly on top. The waiter moved like he hadn’t just walked into the middle of an orgy and took the tall recipient with both hands. Andy watched everything with increasing curiosity. All the men in the room, except for Michael, who was trapped under him, hurried to watch the thing.

“Incredible,” James commented. “The boys here should start a business selling cum.”

“They were well motivated, I believe,” Benny suggested. “They were told who would be swallowing their semen.”

“And?” Andy asked.

Michael wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His ass was getting hammered, as it looked like Michael was the only one not interested in how a pint of cum looked like.

Benny laughed. Andy couldn’t stand the asshole. There was something annoying and arrogant about everything he did. “Well, let’s say that if James ever declares you a ‘free for all’, there will be no shortage of excited men looking forward to breed your insatiable holes.”

A free for all? Andy tried to angle his head, to search for his owner, but Michael wanted to kiss him while destroying his ass and he couldn’t deny the man the pleasure. He shuddered at the thought of dozens of horny guys, waiting in line for a chance to cum in his ass. Michael pounded him harder, making him let out muffled screams, and he came all over the man’s belly.

Satisfied with that result, Michael turned the tables, put him on all fours and began pounding into him again. All of Andy’s lower belly and ass was on fire. He heard to slapping of flesh on flesh over and over, and he began moaning loudly. He was dizzy with how insanely good that felt. 

The waiter knelt in front of him and offered the stainless steel pint. Andy watched at the liquid sloshing inside and his belly lurched up for a moment. 

“Allow me,” Viktor asked and the waiter moved away.

Viktor dipped his fingers into the pint and sniffed them from afar. “Andy, you’re one lucky boy. You’ll get to taste so many flavors tonight. But first, let’s get you eased into it.”

“What are you doing, Viktor?” Benny complained in that same affectated voice of his. “You are spoiling him. I thought he was… what’s that term… hardcore?”

“All the pint will be inside his belly, don’t worry,” Viktor replied. “But I’d be more satisfied if he didn’t puke it all right after. Don’t you agree?”

Benny didn’t say a word for two seconds. “I suppose,” he eventually said.

Viktor pushed the fingers inside Andy’s mouth and rubbed his gums slowly. Then he dipped his fingers again and pushed a bit into Andy’s nose. The smell was so overpowering, Andy tried to move his head away.

“Easy,” Viktor warned. “You’ll find it easier to deal with it later. Trust me. Straw,” he ordered.

The waiter quickly presented him with a stainless steel straw. Viktor was gentle as he put one end into the pint and the other into Andy’s mouth. Andy was shaking due to how hard Michael was fucking him, so he missed catching the straw end at first. But Viktor seemed incredibly patient, and eventually he sucked his first gulp through the straw. Damn, that was nasty.

He stopped and coughed.

“You’re doing good,” Viktor praised him. “How about I spread some of this on my cock?”

Victor put his entire hand in the pint and then rubbed it on his naked cock. Andy swallowed the thing greedily. 

“You two have your fun while you can,” Benny warned. “I want to see the boy put the pint to his lips and drink it all in one go.”

“Alright, alright,” Viktor said. “Be a bastard, as always, Benny.”

“It’s not my fault my delights are much more sophisticated than your base desires.”

Andy had his eyes half-closed while sucking on Viktor’s cock, so he was surprised when his mouth remained empty and a half-hard dick was pushed through his lips. He opened his eyes, but the taste of that pungent cum was enough to tell him that fat Frank was cumming in his mouth with a curse and a grunt.

Viktor laughed and pushed Frank away. “So, the boy made you come twice.”

“He’s such a whore,” Frank commented and dropped to the sofa, his dick hanging out. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “He swallows so well.”

Michael was still making good work behind him, while Viktor was holding the straw and offered Andy small gulps. It was true; he was getting used to it. 

“Here you go, Andy,” Michael warned him.

He could feel his belly bulging from the torrent of cum pushed inside him. That man came like a horse. Andy took hold of his own dick and keened, while he squeezed a few more drops out of it.

Viktor helped him to his feet, offering his hand, and Michael was courteous as he held him by the waist. Benny sneered and stood up. He took the pint and held it high. “Open your mouth, boy,” he ordered. “Let’s see if you’re as much of a slut as James brags you are.”

Andy opened as wide as he could. His knees were shaking, and Michael’s cum poured down the back of his thighs. Viktor helped him hold his head back and even kept his jaw in a gentle touch, while Benny began pouring the cum into his mouth. Andy forced himself to swallow. He didn’t care about his pride or anything, only about that nice car that was going to be his if he did everything these fucking perverts wanted.

“Go slowly, Benny,” Viktor warned. “Let Andy swallow.”

Benny grinned as he tipped the pint a little more. Andy felt his entire mouth flooded with cum. It was pouring down his throat, straight into his stomach. He kept his eyes closed and forced himself to think of something else. Someone was caressing his belly. He was full in all possible way, and there still seemed to be more.

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