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In It For Life
Morgan let go of Don only to allow him to roll on the floor and whine, hands between his legs. Karl moved around him and then kicked him in the ribs, making him cry out in pain again. Francesco watched everything in horror, while it seemed that all the other men in the room were satisfied with being just witnesses and didn't show any signs of wanting to participate. Maybe that was smart. Karl wouldn't have that bad a fate as they would if they kicked the mighty senator in the nuts. Still, he couldn't stop worrying that, any moment now, some dudes in black suits would come through the door and start kicking their asses or worse.
Mouse embraced him tightly from behind. "Isn't that a sight for sore eyes? He did you wrong, that's what he did."
Francesco struggled to get out of that hug. "You're not getting off the hook so easily. Don't you dare to fucking touch me after fucking Karl behind my back."
Just to annoy him more, Mouse snickered and winked at him. "We'll talk about that, don't you think we won't. By the way, Karl's ass is a bit too tight for my taste. I like yours better."
"Did you just say that my ass is fucking loose?" Francesco shook his head and stared again at how Karl was kicking his dad everywhere he managed.
Morgan intervened at one moment by grabbing Karl by the arm. "Let's leave him breathing for what comes next."
Francesco didn't have the guts to ask what that was supposed to mean. Karl took two steps back and Morgan and Reynolds got busy to lift the senator's now limp body off the ground. They dragged him over an armchair and Morgan pulled his pants down. Don groaned and mumbled some curse at them, but the bodyguard looked like he couldn't care less.
"Do the honors, Karl?" Morgan said, and only then Francesco understood what that was about. He gawked at Don's white buttocks, up in the air like that.
"The fuck," he whispered.
Mouse didn't hesitate to fill him in. "You know what they say. No dude is a real man until he fucks his dad."
"That's not how that goes," Francesco shot back. "Are you guys fucking mental? Karl," he called out for his husband. "Don't do it. He'll never forgive you for it."
Karl offered him a crooked smile. "I'm counting on it, `cause I'll never forgive him for fucking you, either."
He wanted not to look, but he couldn't stop himself. Don growled and swung his arms but it was like he was drunk. Karl walked over to him, spat on his crack and then took out his cock. Then, he looked at Francesco. "No man fucks you like he did and gets away with it." With those famous last words, he jerked his hips forward and made Don howl. "How is it, dad?" he asked through the grunts. The others continued to watch. "How is it to be the guy who gets his ass fucked, huh? I know what you wanted to do, to send me to those fuckers at my unit to fuck me and turn me into a cum bucket. Guess who's the cum bucket now."
It was a hate fuck, so Karl didn't take long. He pulled away, making some of his cum pour on the floor. Don's knees bent and it looked like he was about to pass out but Morgan slapped him promptly and then took his place behind his ass. The bodyguard was focused and fast.
"I'll fucking get you for this, Morgan," Don spat and saliva was dripping down his chin.
"You won't," Karl said. "We have this on tape. Make a move, and everyone will witness you getting gangbanged like a common whore. On top of all your orgies and other stuff, it will work like a charm."
Now Karl had to be talking out of his ass. Don groaned and tried to kick while Morgan worked his ass. The bodyguard removed himself quickly and gestured for Reynolds to follow. However, the man put one hand up and shook his head. Mouse, however, sauntered off, with his cock already out.
"Mouse, what the fuck, man?" Francesco asked.
Karl moved close to him and took him by the shoulders. "Get used to the picture, Cesco, `cause this is going to take all night long."
He was about to ask Karl on what he had been getting high, when his husband noticed something, over his shoulder. "That is where he forced you on that huge dildo, right?"
Francesco kept silent. All he wanted was for all of them to get out of there and run as far as they could go. When Don would get back to his senses, they were dead meat. Karl, probably not, but Francesco thought he wouldn't have it easy, either, after fucking his dad in the ass.
Karl let go of his shoulders. Francesco grabbed the occasion to hurry toward captain Reynolds. It didn't matter that he was half naked and probably looked like he was about to feint. "Captain," he said, grabbing his arm, "convince these morons that they're signing their death wish."
The man looked at him with a serious expression in his light-colored eyes. He was attractive in a rugged way. Francesco understood why Mouse liked the guy so much. He was like Morgan, but even a head or two over the bodyguard. He didn't go as far as to fuck an enemy in the ass, and risk the fucking consequences.
"There is nothing for you to worry about, son," the man replied, taking him in slowly. Francesco could tell interest when he saw it. "Ahab told me a great deal about you. You're a very pretty boy."
Francesco bit his bottom lip in frustration. Captain Reynolds gave him a hooded look, waiting for him to talk again. "Don won't let this go," he argued.
Captain Reynolds shook his head. "We know the risks, Francesco. And we've weighed them properly before acting, I promise."
Could Francesco really believe it? This man was a stranger, but it wasn't like he could put all his trust in the others, whom he though he knew well. Mouse was letting out a theatrical moan of pleasure and satisfaction as he pulled out of Don's ass and smacked his ass. "You should rent out your daddy, Karl. I bet he'd turn a quick buck," he added and laughed.
Francesco groaned in disbelief. "Do you hear him?" he asked Reynolds, in one last-ditch effort to convince the guy that they needed to stop before it was too late.
"He's a funny guy, Ahab," Reynolds replied. "Don will go very far away, Francesco. He will never bother you again. Believe me, if there was another way to deal with this snake, we would have thought about it by now. Mouse told me what he put you through, instead of taking care of you, like a proper father-in-law."
All the things the guy said made sense, but Francesco didn't want yet to lose the battle. Another howl from Don, this one making his hair stand on end, forced him to turn. Karl was working a huge dildo up Don's ass, and Francesco recognized the thing. His ass had been well used and he had had the mental preparation for getting that thing in his ass, and it had still been a fucking feat to take it. Don only had some cum as lube, and now he was getting dicked like that. Francesco had to admit that the sight of the asshole's ass getting stretched around the dildo made him feel avenged for what he had endured.
Still, that didn't mean that they were truly out of danger. Captain Reynolds placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you still pity that monster?"
"I don't pity him," Francesco said. "I just don't want him to kill everyone, once he gets up from there."
Reynolds patted him on the shoulder. "I told you. You don't have to worry about that. We decapitated the organization. What you saw tonight on TV is nothing. More will follow. It's a tsunami, son."
Don had passed out, and Karl was still fucking him with the giant dildo. Morgan and Mouse had to pull him away. Still, Karl kicked the dildo with his foot, making it go deeper in that limp body.
"The clean-up crew will be here shortly," Morgan said. "I'd say we should all catch some rest. We deserve it."
"Clean up?" Mouse asked. "Then, they might not mind doing a little bit of extra cleaning." He pulled out his cock again and began pissing on Don's face. "Ah, now that feels nice."
Francesco remembered plenty about how Don had forced him to get used to piss. In all honesty, as much as he thought Karl and Mouse deserved a good ass-kicking, that was good to see. That face, so self-assured, so arrogant, was getting pissed on. It almost made him hard.
That wasn't lost on Karl who walked over to him and grabbed him by the dick. "You must come on his face," his husband said.
Francesco looked over his shoulder at captain Reynolds. The man just nodded briefly, assuring him with his eyes. He no longer said a thing as Karl rubbed his cock. He came all over Don's face. Even with the guy passed out, it still felt like a victory.
Just as Karl shook the last drops from his cocks, Don opened one eye and stared at Francesco. He couldn't help stare back. He knew that look. If they ever crossed paths again, one of them was most likely not to walk out of there.
He felt like everything that had happened earlier that night was a dream or a fantasy. They were all back at Karl's house -- the house they shared, as husbands -- and sharing a drink as if they hadn't just taken down one of the most dangerous and powerful man in the country. The clean-up crew was hard at work, charged with making Don disappearing somewhere, where he would live without hurting anyone or fucking anyone. There seemed to be an eternity somewhere for the guy to spend with only his hand as company. That if he could still get it up, after having his ass destroyed like that.
"So," he was the first to talk, since no one else did, "why the fuck was I kept in the dark? And what was with all that butt-fucking behind my back?" He didn't ask those things anyone in particular, but the culprits had to know who the fuck they were.
Reynolds quirked an eyebrow and then looked at Mouse, somewhat uncomfortable.
"I'm not talking about you and Mouse, captain." That seemed to make the guy's shoulders sag in relief. Of them all, he was the one with a proper conscience, it seemed.
"We needed to piss you off, detach you from us," Karl explained. "Don needed to bite the bullet, hard."
"Oh, yeah? So you had to piss me off by letting Mouse fuck you in the ass?"
At least, at that, Karl had the decency to look away and work his jaw.
"What? Don't tell me you faked it," Francesco continued.
"No, we didn't," Karl replied. "It was the plan, but, you know." He scratched his neck and grimaced.
"The fuck." Francesco's eyes went wide. "You're telling me you like it now? Only as long as it's not me, right? Who else fucks you in the butt? Morgan, you?" It wasn't like he could forgive the bodyguard, either.
By how Morgan looked away, he knew the answer. Francesco groaned and looked at the ceiling. "I have no idea why I married you, fucker."
"You love me," Karl said with a snort. "And I love you."
"But you don't love my cock in your ass. Yeah, that totally makes sense. So, what not? Do we have a nice gangbang party, which means I'm the guy who gets it all in his ass, seeing how I'm the only bitch around here?"
"What are you talking about, Cesco?" Karl growled. "All that cock from my dad got to your head, finally?"
"Don't you fucking dare speak to me like that." Francesco stared into Karl's eyes without flinching. "If there's any fucking going tonight, it's going to be how I say."
"Fair enough," Mouse joined in. "Whatever you want, Kekko."
"Well, what I want is for all of you fuckers to use your fucking hands for once, while I'm giving a fuck to the only deserving guy in the room."
Karl smirked, sure of himself. Mouse licked his lips and grinned. Morgan looked at him, somewhat uncertain of what he meant. But Francesco turned toward Reynolds who seemed convinced he wasn't included in the conversation. "What do you say, captain? Ready to drill me?"
The man's eyes grew as wide as saucers, but the way his Adam's apple moved the next moment, Francesco knew he got this one in the bag.
"What? No way, Cesco," Karl protested.
"For real, Kekko?" Mouse groaned.
"Francesco, captain Reynolds might have something to say against that," Morgan intervened.
Francesco shrugged and walked over to the man. He rested his forearms on the guy's shoulders and plastered himself against him. That was either a gun in his pocket, or he was just very happy to see him. "Let him decide. Captain?"
Reynolds licked his lips and looked at him. Something told Francesco the guy had been thinking of something along those lines for some time, but how? Ah, he must have seen some footage with him getting dicked by Don.
"Please, captain," he whispered. "Or else I'll never forgive these morons for as long as I live."
Firm hands grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. "Alright, Francesco. As you wish."
Francesco smiled and put his lips against the man's thin hard ones. Behind him, his so-called husbands, plus daddy-in-training, were throwing a real hissy fit.
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