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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