A gay story: In It for Life Ch. 37
Francesco’s flamboyant father had always obsessed over his enormous empire and the greater portion of his time went on trying to expand it even more. However, he never placed much attention to the needs of his family, which left his son, Francesco feeling ignored and neglected. Over time, Francesco lost the reverence and adoration he held for his father and only remembered the heartache and disappointment his father caused him.
The frustration escalated in Francesco’s mind to a boiling point and it finally exploded when his father was entangled in an argument with a group of men. The scene in front of Francesco was a nightmare; his father was being violently held down and kicked by these men. Francesco couldn’t believe his eyes and stood there in shock and terror. He was broken out of his trance when Mouse, one of the men involved, wrapped his arms around Francesco in a tight hug. Francesco wiggled out of the embrace, reminding Mouse of his betrayal with Karl behind his back.
But Mouse just smirked and added salt to the wound by saying that Karl’s ass was too tight for his liking and he preferred Francesco’s. Francesco couldn’t believe the audacity of Mouse’s words and was too disturbed by what was happening in front of him to even respond. Morgan, another one of the men holding his father down, stepped in and suggested they leave Don breathing for what comes next. Francesco was too afraid to even ask what that meant. Next thing he knew, his father was being hoisted onto an armchair and, to his horror, his pants were pulled down. Francesco’s stomach churned at the sight of his father’s bare and bruised buttocks in the air.
“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.”