Free Sex & Mayhem 04 No Matter What by K.A. Merikan

how it usually went. Bruises in
visible spots would draw unwanted attention, and that was far from
what Frederico wanted.
    Luca swallowed
and reached for his toothbrush, which Antonio or Frederico must
have placed on the white porcelain earlier. He didn’t even try to
peek back into the room, resigned to his fate as he cleaned his
mouth. There was no point in prolonging this misery, and so he
dropped all his clothes to the floor and walked out as soon as he
was done. Each deep breath was a struggle, but the conviction that
he could simply go through with it like he always did started
fading when he realized Antonio was still in the room.
    Antonio’s gaze
sliding over Luca’s body couldn’t have felt more intrusive.
    “What’s with
that face?” Frederico asked and took a drag of smoke. “Come and
give me a kiss.”
    Luca followed
the order and pressed his naked body against Frederico’s, his hand
gliding over the smooth shirt. “Don’t you want to be alone with
me?” he whispered, hoping to at least get rid of Antinio.
    Frederico’s
hand moved over Luca’s back with confidence. “No. It’s your last
night here. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my friend.” He pulled
back slightly, and before Luca realized what was happening,
Frederico put out his cigarette on Luca’s chest, just above the
heart.
    He yelped in
surprise, backing away, only to hit another hard body. The scent of
burnt skin made him weak in the knees, and so when Antonio pushed
him on the bed, Luca slid right off, his knees hitting the floor
with a dull noise. He looked back, unable to stop his body from
trembling anymore.
    “Don’t do
this...”
    Frederico’s
gaze didn’t have the slightest glint of mercy. “I asked you for one
thing, Luca. To not cheat on me. And you couldn’t even do that?
Kneel on the bed.”
    Antonio kept
silent but watched with his eyes wide open, face flushed, hard-on
pushing on the fabric of his slacks.
    Luca shook his
head, squeezing his hands on the bedding. He didn’t want Antonio
anywhere near him. “I told you he’s straight...”
    “I don’t
believe that. Sorry, Luca, you’re just not trustworthy.” Frederico
took a deep breath as if tormenting Luca was a tedious task that he
just needed to get over with. He slid the thick belt out of his
pants. “Kneel. On the bed.”
    Luca stared at
the headboard and crawled on the mattress on autopilot. His gaze
zeroed in on the tangle of threads of the comforter, pretending it
was a labyrinth he needed to solve. He would not think of what was
about to happen, the dull ache all over his body, the men watching
him so humiliated. It would be over eventually.
    The fierce
sting from the cigarette burn still reminded him of yet another
part of his body being in pain when a swish of the belt made him
gasp. He screamed out and fell to his elbows when leather hit his
thighs so hard it brought tears to his eyes. Before his mind even
processed the alarming sensation, Frederico struck his buttocks
with the belt again.
    Luca bit down
on the comforter, desperate to keep quiet and endure, but it was
getting hard when each stir he made with his hips put more strain
on his sore stomach. He didn’t even know when he started mumbling
the numbers he counted into the flowery-scented fabric, raising his
voice at each bite of the belt. He wished Frederico would fuck him
already and leave him be for the night. He’d be too sleepy to
torment Luca any further.
    “I should have
locked you up,” Frederico said, panting after the thirty harsh
strikes. He was pushing sixty, and though he was extremely virile,
it gave Luca pleasure to think of Frederico aging badly. “Go on,
spread your legs, show us that slutty hole.”
    Luca could bet
the audible swallowing came from Antonio, who was ogling Luca’s
naked, bruised body, waiting for his turn to put his dick in. All
of a sudden, nausea rose in Luca’s throat again. The ways he’d had
sex with Frederico weren’t because of a ‘slutty’