Page 6 of Little Crazy

“You little fuck —you could’ve gotten us killed.” Carlo stood outside the gates of the Sanitini mansion and called for a car. “You don’t fuck with those two.”

“I think they liked me.” Little C squinted impishly.

“No, no.” Ciro shook his head. “Not after this little stunt. And you’d best stay the fuck away from them, you hear?”

“Even the pretty one?” Little C swooned. “He looked tasty.”

Ciro groaned. “He did. And that kiss he gave me about made me soil my shorts. Mm. Fuck, I was so looking forward to see what else he could do with that mouth.”

The boy pressed against Ciro. “I’ll show you what I can do with my mouth.”

“I already know what you can do with your mouth.”

Little C dragged the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. “So, you don’t want me to show you again?”

Ciro smirked. “I didn’t say that. Your hot dirty mouth is gonna be working through the night after the shit you put us through.” He glanced at Carlo, and the man confirmed his words with a nod.

When the car arrived, Carlo shoved Little C into the back, then he and Ciro climbed in after him. Very little was spoken during the drive home. Once inside the house, the two elder brothers took Little C to Carlo’s room and stripped him naked, ordering him onto all fours on the bed.

Carlo opened a drawer in the large dresser, retrieved a leather flogger and an adjustable cock ring. Ciro fastened the cock ring to the base of Little C’s shaft and tightened it until the boy moaned in agony. “You don’t get to cum until we say so,” Ciro told him as he stripped off his clothes.

Removing his clothes, Carlo proceeded to whip the young man across the ass cheeks until his rump was “tattooed” with beet-red stripes. With each lash of the small whip, Little C’s erection stretched longer and thicker—and the cock ring squeezed tighter around the swelling base of his dick. The boy whimpered and gasped, gouging the bed, his slender hips swaying lustfully.

Climbing onto the bed, Ciro knelt before Little C and gripped his head. The boy swallowed his cock, sucking his hard flesh down his throat. “ Fuck…” Ciro gasped and pumped his hips as Little C eagerly sucked him.

Carlo stepped up behind Little C and slapped his reddened cheeks hard with the palm of his hand, leaving an imprint. The boy whimpered sharply around Ciro’s cock and sucked harder. Ciro shivered and gripped fistfuls of the boy’s hair, thrusting into his mouth.

“You may be enjoying this now,” Carlo muttered, “but just wait until your balls are about to explode, and we still don’t let you cum.” He spread Little C’s red cheeks, spit on his hole, and shoved his hard dick in to the hilt with a single hard thrust.

“ Mmmm!” Little C squealed, huffing and puffing around Ciro’s thick shaft.

Carlo grunted and fucked the boy with force, slamming his cock into his tight hole, driving the kid forward and causing Ciro’s dick to push deeper down Little C’s throat. The boy gagged a little but didn’t try to pull off Ciro. Saliva drooled from his mouth and slicked Ciro’s cock.

“Uuuhh!” Ciro groaned. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” He panted and grinned down at Little C. “Swallow it, little brother… here it cuuummms….” His hips jerked, and he blew his load down Little C’s throat. The boy gulped, his throat working rapidly as he swallowed repeatedly. Ciro shuddered as the boy sucked him dry.

Little C gasped when Ciro pulled out of his mouth. He hung his head, panting, saliva and cum dripping from his lips. His fingers dug into the blankets as Carlo pounded his hole and slapped his ass, rocking him back and forth.

“ Yes, daddy… harder…”

Carlo scowled and smacked his ass with added force. “Don’t call me daddy… you know I hate it.”

“ Yes… Daddy.”

Grunting, Carlo thrust harder. He looked at Ciro, panting, “I don’t think these punishments… are working.”