Prison Island Ch 06

Francesco pushed himself up. Karl threw his jeans at him, and he dressed quickly. "We need to find the others," he said.

"Why?" Karl watched him like a hawk. "Do you wanna go cry to Leon that I fucked your ass?"

Francesco shook his head. All wasn't lost. He still had his pride. "No. But you'll fucking pay for this."

Karl grinned and began rubbing his crotch. "Say more, Cesco. I like it that you have a mouth on you. I'll fuck your mouth soon."

"If you want to end up with half a dick, just do it, fucker."

Karl surprised him by grabbing him by the back of the neck. Their faces were close, so close that they could taste each other's breathing. "I like you so damn much. Fuck, I wanna do you again."

"No fucking way." Francesco tried to push Karl away, but the other was stronger, and his ankle was killing him the moment he put it down, so he ended on his back.

His jeans were pulled from his legs again.

"This time, I want it like this." Karl moved only enough to whip his cock out. "You know, like we're married."

His words sounded like a joke, but he wasn't joking. Francesco protested weakly as Karl pushed inside him again. He was already lubed with cum, so this time the fucker slid right in.

"Too bad you won't know how good it feels to fuck an ass like yours. It's fucking it," Karl whispered as he fucked Francesco.

This time, he better not screw it up. Francesco closed his eyes and pushed against Karl's chest while trying to kill off his erection. But Karl pulled back so that he could hold his legs and pumped his ass like that.

"The fuck, Cesco, you're hard?" Karl chuckled.

"It's just a body reaction, fucker," Francesco protested.

"Yeah, right. You like being a bitch."

That was it. Francesco began fighting, bringing his knees together and trying to get Karl off of him. But Karl just kept on laughing, pulling him close like he was a toy and hammering his ass. "Fuck, fuck, you're so good," Karl said as he drew back and pushed inside with all his strength.

Francesco tried to hit him but his wrists were caught and Karl was on him again, licking his face like a fucked up dog.

"Fuck, I'm shooting!" Karl growled one last time and let himself limp on top of him.

"Get off, idiot," Francesco asked meekly. "You're crushing me."

Karl rolled off. "Man, you came all over."

Yeah, he knew that. It was enough for some fucker to hammer his ass like that, and his cock didn't know how bad it was to be a bitch.

Karl gave his cock a small slap and laughed. "I knew you were a bitch in denial, Cesco, but, shit, this is on a different level."

"Fuck off," Francesco snarled. He dragged himself up and pulled his jeans on. He wiped his nose with the back of one hand and kept his back turned.

He found his sneakers and grunted as he put them on, as that ankle looked bad enough. He began to limp away.

"Where are you going?" Karl called from behind.

Francesco didn't stop or turn. "You got what you wanted, fucker. Now I'm on my own."

"The fuck you are." Karl reached him in a few steps. "You're mine, now, don't you get it?"

"I'm not. Just because you fucked my ass, it doesn't mean anything."

"Francesco, don't be stupid. You're good with me. We're going back to find the others. Didn't you want that?"

Why did Karl sound all desperate now?

"I don't need any of you. I'm on my own as I should have been from the start."

"Stop." Karl put a hand on his shoulders. "We're going back."

Francesco jerked his shoulder. "Not with you. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Don't make me punch you in the fucking face, 'cause I like that face," Karl warned him.

Francesco stopped. "Punch me in the fucking face," he said. "Come on, do it. You're the man, right?"

Karl didn't know exactly how to react to that. His eyes were wild as they searched Francesco's face.

"What? You don't have it in you?" All the self-shame and wish to self-destruct spoke through him. "Come on, just do it. The only way I'm coming with you is if I'm stone cold dead."

He staggered as Karl's fist connected with his jaw. The next thing he knew, he was falling.

***

"Good thing you're all here."

"Almost all. Mouse is still out there, hunting."

Francesco recognized Leon's voice. He groaned as he came to his senses. The pulsing pain in his jaw was only matched by the one in his ankle.

"Francesco," Leon called. "You're awake."

"Yeah." He looked up at the gentle giant. Ollie was also there, looking at him with concerned eyes.

"My princess," Karl said with a snicker. "Had to carry him all the way here."

For once, Karl wasn't talking out of his ass. Francesco looked around and noticed they were at their old camp. Ty and Anya were huddling together, not far from where they stood.

"We must wait for Mouse," Leon said. "Francesco," he called for him again, "what happened?"

"What happened where?" he asked while he rubbed his jaw where Karl had hit him.

"With your face. With your leg."

"I fell." Francesco winced as he struggled to his feet. Karl offered him a hand, but he ignored it. "I rolled down a hill like I was a snowball. Too bad, there's no snow around here," he added, forcing a snicker out of himself.

"And we got hitched," Karl said and threw one arm over his shoulders. "Swore we would be together and all that."

"Is that true, Francesco?" Leon asked. "Don't be scared of Karl. I can straighten him up if need be."

Francesco didn't dare to look at Leon. Instead, he turned his head and met Karl's eyes. He smiled. "Yeah. Till death do us part, whenever that may be." He grinned and, for a moment, Karl's disposition seemed to falter.

"What's going on?"

Francesco winced at the sound of Mouse's voice. He was relieved, but now he only had one more witness at his shame, the one he cared about the most.

"We got attacked. This place's no longer safe," Leon explained.

"Who attacked you?" Mouse asked.

"Other people who are on the island," Karl said.

"And Karl killed one," Francesco added, but without looking at Mouse.

"He did? Where's the body?" Mouse asked.

Francesco looked at Karl again. The guy no longer looked too self-assured. "Maybe I just wounded him. I don't know. It happened fast."

"What's next?" Mouse asked in a neutral voice.

Francesco could feel Mouse's eyes on him. They were burning him, branding him with questions.

"We found a place, much better. It's got a romantic significance for Cesco and I," Karl said. "It's where I popped his cherry, and we said our vows."

"Oh," Mouse said. "I see. Let's get going then. We don't want nightfall to catch us here, right?"

Was that all Mouse had to say? But it wasn't like the redhead hadn't warned him about Karl. Francesco hanged his head low. Now he would never feel Mouse's sweet lips on his again.

tbc