Prison Island

2.

Francesco looked around with leery eye. He had been given a set of tonic clothes which consisted of a t-shirt, a pair of denim, and one pair of snickers, and then forced into the chopper, next to a bunch of other male child who looked no older than him. He hadn't been in juvie much, so, in his mind, he thought he didn't belong there, but no one cared what he thought about it, anyway.

He stood on a long bench, at a safe distance from the others. From the short fourth dimension he had been institutionalized, he had gathered as a good deal that on the inside, everyone wanted to either screw you or fuck you over. He wasn't in the humor to strike any confederation with the lot of randos he had been forced with for the time being.

Once they got to their destination, he needed to convey a wage hike and pelt. He would have to notice a way to survive, and hell, he didn't plan on going down without a fight.

"Hey,"the guy across from him called.

Francesco had a mind to dismiss him, but he didn't want to get into a fight just yet. He looked at the other. This one seemed a bit erstwhile. He could be twenty, and he had strong shoulder joint and muscles. His t-shirt stretched across his torso, showing strong pectoralis. Francesco let his middle linger a bit too very much and caught himself.

He looked up and noticed the full plump lip, deep blue eyes, and blond hair, cut military fashion. If it weren't for the toilsome jawline, he would bear mistaken the fellow for some teenage heartthrob. It didn't matter that the guy looked strong. His sass would be total of cock by midnight if he didn't hide, like Francesco.

"Hey,"he replied and parted his legs to come along more impressive.

He was normally developed for his age, but he didn't have muscles like the guy across from him.

The stranger cocked his headspring to one side and offered his hand."I'm Karl."

"Francesco,"he said and took the offer up paw. Maybe it wasn't so bad to team up with individual else, especially one who looked like he could handle himself.

"Italian, huh ?"

He nodded.

"What do you say about me and you getting together ?"

Francesco didn't like the smirk Karl threw him. There was something disingenuous in it. And what the Inferno did he mean, getting together ?

"You know, like a team, so that we can survive down there."

Francesco nodded, trying to await unbiassed."Sure."

"Now, film a smell around,"Karl said."Who else should we take with us ?"

Francesco didn't like to stare, but under Karl's examination, he began to scout their traveling companions. At the end of the antonym bench stood a guy who looked like a giant. There was an clamant lump in his pharynx when he looked at him. He had Brobdingnagian forearms covered in black hair and a stern reflection on his look. He didn't have to pretend he was impressive. Most probably the intellect why he had to fan out his pegleg was because of the huge computer software between them. Francesco continued to gaze, unable to look away. There was an unmistakable bulge there, easy to blob even from a little space. His sass watered, and he licked his lips.

The giant met his center, making him call on his straits.

"That guy, huh ?"Karl looked, too."Go talk to him. Ask him if he's game."

"Why do I have to go ?"

"Italians know how to talk to people."

"It's a basic human skill,"Francesco dead reckoning back.

"No shit."Karl sneered."Go, Cesco, chop-chop."

"Don't margin call me Cesco. And what am I ? Your servant or something ?"

Karl's sneer twisted his sass."Don't be a spoilsport. Just go and speak to the guy."

Francesco considered for a present moment, but then he got to his base and walked wobbly until he reached the elephantine."Hey,"he said.

The chopper swerved, and he ended plastered against the giant. The guy grabbed him and placed him on his knee. Francesco felt his blood rushing to his headland, and then down between his wooden leg. He could smell out the giant, and he smelled like a man.

"Um,"he started,"me and Karl over there are wondering if you'd like to team up with us once we're down."

"Only the three of us ?"the gargantuan asked.

"Yeah,"Francesco said.

"No. We're taking everyone."

Francesco then noticed another boy resting his top dog against the hulk's shoulder. His hair was a luminosity brown and his fount was pretty like a doll's. He snored softly like he had not a care in the world.

"I'm Leon,"the giant star said without releasing Francesco from his clench."This one here is Ollie. He's my boyfriend."

Francesco froze for a second."okey,"he mumbled,"he's welcome, too."

"Not only him. All."Leon made a dead motion with his chin.

Francesco took another look. On the same Bench sat a brace of male child who looked not one day older than XVIII. One of them looked like he belonged in a boy'band, and the other had his hair dyed pink. None of them looked potent. And way too pretty for where they were headed. Except for Leon and Karl, they all looked like they would be fit for getting fucked in all yap.

Then, Francesco noticed soul else. The guy must own sat by his face since he had gotten in, but he hadn't seen him. He had expectant green middle that shone with magnetism on an olive complexion. His hair, a bit hanker, was a dark red, and there was something about him that made Francesco think of a hunter.

And he was looking at him. The guy stretched his legs and then his blazonry. He wasn't buff like Karl or Leon, but his lean brawn were strong. As Francesco watched him, he smiled and blinked lazily.

Francesco felt his abdomen turning into Calidris canutus. There was a come-hither call in those beautiful green center.

"Got it ?"Leon asked."Go and tell your booster that's the peck, OK ?"

Francesco said aught as Leon pushed him up and patted his ass to go back to his place. Normally, he would have broken the clotheshorse's arm, but Leon really looked like no one would mess up with him.

He sat across from Karl, with his hands between his legs.

"well ? What did he say ?"Karl asked.

"His name is Leon. He says that we should all be in it or no dice."

"You mean we should subscribe all these cunt with us ? And what ? Leslie Townes Hope and pray that they won't all end up with dozens of pecker taking turns at their holes ?"

Francesco shrugged.

"Leon would never provide anyone behind,"the guy next to him intervened in the conversation.

"Who are you ?"Karl asked, pursing his lips.

Francesco didn't dare to turn over. He couldn't risk of exposure looking into those magnetized eyes. The guy was so close that he could experience hot breather on his face.

"I'm Ahab, but you can call me Mouse,"the redheader said."So, you're Karl, and you're Francesco, right ?"

"Yeah,"he replied without looking.

"I'm safe with ambush, hunting, forage, you name it,"mouse said."I think we can strike something good together."

"You look like you know everyone,"Karl spat.

For some grounds, the blond couldn't rack Mouse. It looked like Mouse didn't care.

"Yeah. What do you want to know ?"

"Who are those two bitches ?"Karl pointed with his mentum at the two passably boys sitting not far from Leon.

"The pink-haired one is Ty. The other's Anya."

"Anya ? That's like a girl's name,"Francesco said.

"Parents. Who knows what they're thought,"mouse replied.

Francesco snickered."Right. Ahab."

"Yeah, you look zip like an Ahab,"Karl said with unhidden envy.

"My mom couldn't severalize how I would turn out,"Mouse replied, without one mark that he was bothered by the other's open hostility.

"Then, we're all in ?"Francesco asked.

"Yeah,"Karl said and rubbed the back of his neck with a face."What's the deal with Leon and that bitch by his position ?"

"That's Ollie, his boyfriend. Just a word of advice, Karl,"shiner said,"don't dare to say the word of honor ‘ bitch'or ‘ fag'or whatever to his face, or Leon will cut your putz and fuck you with it."

Francesco rubbed his sleeve and shivered. Leon didn't tone violent or anything, but they were all in there for something. That meant that Leon must possess done something to be sent to a prison island, along with his boyfriend.

"All right,"Karl said with a sneer.

They fell silent. Francesco risked another look in Leon's direction. That guy had no takings with talking openly how he liked to fuck a guy. Granted, he wasn't the one taking it up the chute, so it was probably ‘ kay. And he would probably flummox the shit out of anyone trying to call him names or pull some shit with him.

Ollie woke up and smiled at Leon. His boyfriend lifted him in his subdivision and made him straddle him. Francesco looked at the scene in stupor. Ollie began kissing Leon hungrily.

An entirely unlike can of worm opened in his tum. Whatever he had ever had, it had been nothing but individual forcing him to take it up the ass. It didn't subject that he liked it. It was still making him a bitch.

Ollie began whispering something, and Leon grunted in reply. Then, suddenly, Ollie dropped between Leon's genu and started to draw out down his fly.

"I don't have a trouble with you watching,"Leon said loudly while taking a foresighted hard spirit at each of them."You can jerk off if you want. But no one get smart about my boyfriend or I'll cut your hawkshaw and fuck you with it."

mouse had spoken nothing but the truth, it seemed. Francesco felt his blood draining from his face. He should consume looked away, but instead he found himself watching everything wide-eyed. Ollie pulled out a healthy snake out of Leon's jean and began licking the head while letting out small sounds of pleasure.

"wellspring, the man said we could."black eye whipped out his cock and began rubbing it.

Francesco stared at him in skepticism. Mouse had a gracious, long cock, not too chummy, but definitely luscious. He pulled back the skin and gave his hammer long lackadaisical CVA."Do you wish what you see, Cesco ?"he whispered.

"ass, no,"Francesco squabble and this time looked away.

"Come on, show up me yours,"Mouse encouraged him.

"No, no way, I'm not a fag,"Francesco whispered angrily.

"Whatever. Don't mind me if I give my meat a good old rub, then."Mouse laughed, and even the way he did that had something pleasant in it that tickled Francesco's ear.

To his surprisal, Karl did the same. Unlike shiner, he had a existent arsehole tow car in his knickers, not that long, but thick and veiny.

"When in Rome,"the blond said and winked at him.

Francesco didn't vex to await closely to know that Ty and Anya did the same. Every now and then, his middle moved to Ollie and the way he polished Leon's cock. He was taking it like a champ, slurping and making all variety of sounds.

And then, Leon helped him to his ft and out of his blue jean. Ollie straddled Leon and aligned that amazing snake with his backdoor. His ass was milky white and looked fuckable from all angles.

Francesco stared helplessly as Ollie's ass began swallowing Leon's anaconda. It wasn't real what was happening. Why the hell was everyone into it ?

"nookie, that looks so nice,"computer mouse whispered.

"I'd fuck an ass like that,"Karl said in a breathless whisper."Have you ever taken a stopcock, Cesco ?"

"ass you,"Francesco said and blushed.

"No ? You haven't ?"Karl asked. He was looking at him now, and the hired man on his peter was moving frantically.

"No, what the hell,"Francesco jibe back.

"Good, then I'll fuck you first,"Karl said and bit his lower lip as his hammer began to shoot.

Francesco pulled back as much as he could to annul having some of that landing on him.

"goodness dork off material,"Karl said and pointed at him with his helping hand full of cum.

"Fuck you,"Francesco spat.

Karl's only answer was a laugh.

Francesco didn't dare to say another password or look anymore. By the breathless groan in the cabin, one by one, the guy were shooting. And he was hard like a rock, but he couldn't let them know how practically of a bitch he was.

tbc