Mago, Charlton and Floor Couch

Mago, Charlton and Floor Couch

"Ahh!! Fuck!....shit" Mago screamed when he landed his butt right on the hard ground, legs tangled with a thick rope and body restricted, unable to move. King rushed back to Mago as soon as he heard him scream, Charlton, followed behind.

Mago struggled with the tight restraints around his lower body trying to get free but it was impossible with the amount of panic he had in his way of doing things. he was so impatient that he wasn't even letting the king do anything.

King sighed loudly before he held both of Mago's wrists in his one hand and stopped him from moving too much. The younger looked at him questioningly, not understanding why would King stop him from freeing himself.

"get me out of this......it's so tight..." he whined trying hard to free his wrists from King's hold making it difficult for the older to work with his one hand.

"Can you stop squirming....I am trying here" King roared to make Mago quiet while he left his hands and resumed with the rope, pulling it to untangle it.

"Easy said than done......it's not you in this trap!" Mago shouted in agitation. Not being a fan of any kind of restraint on him or around his body it was difficult for him to focus with a logical mind in a situation like these.

But now was not the time for this shit

"lower your voice boy...or you might attract someone" King hissed at him with gritted teeth while his hands moved on the jumbled-up ropes.

"he might have......there is a commotion" Charlton spoke up quietly. He looked around to scan the area. Sure enough, there was a distant voice probably another group who was roaming in search of them.

King started to work faster however, it was impossible to untangle the rope within this short time. Charlton looked around for anything sharp they could use to cut the strands but there wasn't anything that was suitable around the thickness of the trap. The trap was designed to hold the prey for a longer time or at least until the hunter comes back and it was doing its work just fine.

"We don't have much time......they must be approaching soon," Charlton said making Mago look frantic all of a sudden. He was getting scared now because he was the only one that was trapped and the other two can run away just like that.

His train of thought broke into pieces when he saw King hovering over his waist. At very first he didn't understand what King was doing.

Was he protecting the younger with his own body in case anyone attempted an attack?

But then his eyes widened when he saw King pulling his shirt out of the pants hurriedly.

"what are you doing?" he asked nervously, breathing becoming harder with seconds. King didn't say anything and gestured to Charlton so he could join him. Both men hovered over Mago and Mago felt like dying right then and there.

What was even happening?

Charlton placed his hands under Mago's waist making Mago to squeal in surprise. Both shushed him simultaneously at which Mago jumped and slowly started to observe.

King held on to the hem of the pants and opened the buttons, zipping it down. He didn't bother when the pants refused to come down silently instead he just ripped them in half at the waist earning a gasp from the younger.

Several staple pins flew around them as the fabric started to rip. King looked at Charlton and then his eyes met with Mago who smiled sheepishly. It was he who used a stapler to pin his pants according to his waist but it was King who owned those tailored pants in the first place.

They were expensive

Mago wanted to protest or maybe come up with a justification to defend himself but before he could start Charlton lifted Mago from his waist and King proceeded with sliding down the now ruined, torn pants off his legs.

Once done, both older men went down to get his remaining legs out of that trap and the pants. It was difficult at his shoes but then Mago slid them out himself and proudly stood up on the ground placing his small hands over his waist like a hero.

"done!" he cheered

The only difference was that the hero was drowning in a big ass shirt and his bottom half was naked with two coloured socks on each foot. Charlton tried hard not to laugh but a little smile slipped from the corner of his lips while King just distracted himself from ogling at those white thick thighs.

"let's get out of here...come on" King muttered as he pulled the younger with him and they started to leave the place after taking care of the trap and the torn pants.

The people were getting close

It was a total run from then. They ran and ran several miles until they were tired and dirty with sweat and blood.

"I think....we lost them" Charlton said heaving badly as he bent forward to place his hands over his knees. King agreed with his statement.

"then what are they doing in front of us," Mago asked and both the men instantly pointed their guns in that direction only to find no one.

"Where?" although there was no one in sight still Charlton asked for safety measures.

"it was a joke.....I am sorry" Mago apologized right away after saying that. The look king was giving him told him that it wasn't a good one and now wasn't the time for that. King glared at the younger exasperated making him shut up and look down before he walked ahead.

"We need to find some shelter for the night..... let's go this way," King said and both of them followed him. Mago remained at the very end of the three. He didn't feel welcome in their talk because of the stunt he has pulled just before but he didn't care.

Picking a tiny stick from the ground he hummed a song no one has ever heard until he stopped to look at the distance. His eyes widened when he spotted an elderly woman carrying some sort of bushes. Without thinking, Mago rushed to the other two and bumped right into King's back. The older turned around to scold the younger when he saw Mago pointing at someone.

Upon noticing they walked up to the woman still busy with her work. When she noticed them her heart skipped a beat.

Mafia men

She shuddered at the potential threat to her life and stepped back scared. Charlton hurriedly went near her to hold her hands gently. He explained their condition to her softly not trying to scare her and it worked.

The old lady was kind enough to lead them back to her place after making up her mind to help them. The three of them followed her silently until they reached her small hut.

Surprisingly the hut was situated near the very end of the thick woods they were just in. Turned out, the woman-owned a rundown restaurant at the end of the forest. She lived there with her son and daughter who were almost Mago's age and he was glad to hear that.

"have a seat.....I will be back" the woman said leading them to the small seating area. There were only two small chairs and one-floor couch. Mago jumped right on the couch claiming it making Charlton roll his eyes at him.

It wasn't like he wanted to claim it first.....no....totally not.

King took a seat on the chair and looked around the small hut. It was cosy but needed so much maintenance.

The woman came back with her daughter, holding a pile of clothes and a towel. The girl was shy because of new people in her house but she managed to place an ointment on the small corner table with a glass and a jug of water.

"These are of my son.....maybe they can fit you...." she said kindly earning a thankful nod from King

"...and for you my dear.......I am so sorry....I couldn't find anything to fit you and we don't have much on us so I brought these" she said while offering a piece of clothing to Mago. The younger accepted it nervously and thanked her.

"you can wash up the blood....till then I will prepare a meal for you," the woman said and left with her daughter.

Kinga and Charlton refused the bath and just went to freshen up before they changed into the other clean clothes. Both of them searched their bloodied clothes for any belongings and as expected their cell phones were missing.

No way to contact

Maybe they could ask that woman for any device.

"take a look around......maybe we could find some sort of help to contact back" King ordered and Charlton left the room to search for the woman leaving King alone.

Mago also refused the bath. Not because the others didn't but because he was scared to go alone to an unknown place. After freshening up, he came back to the room only to find King lying on his floor couch.

The younger scowled as he marched towards the folded clothes he was given. It was a t-shirt most likely of that old lady's daughter because there was a big heart sewn on the top right corner of the shirt. The shirt looked handmade as well because there were certain places that were incorrectly joined together.

Mago shrugged. He doesn't have a choice anyway.

Pulling his dirty shirt away, the boy forgot how he was naked under the shirt since he didn't wear any underwear because none of the King's fits him. King gaped at him when unknowingly the younger flashed him. His mouth went dry after seeing the cuteness Mago was adorned with.

The younger though, simply put on his new shirt and went for the pink cute pants, oblivious to the fact that he was being scanned from top to bottom by those sharp eyes.

"what the fuck!! ..." Mago exclaimed snapping King out of his wild thoughts. He looked up at Mago holding a baby pink (almost white) booty shorts women used to wear as an undergarment with white lace at the hem and legs of the shorts.

King almost choked when he imagined Mago in those shorts and underneath him. Although he has seen the younger's naked legs several times but now he was looking so much more than that. Knowing the fact that Mago was bare down there and was stretching those sinful shorts in his hands with his eyes round and mouth open, King had a hard time controlling himself.

"what's wrong?" he asked innocently after composing himself.

"I thought these were pants" Mago whined throwing them on the table again. He wasn't going to wear them...no way. but King wasn't going to allow him to be without any sort of pants when there will be Charlton in the room as well.

"it's better than nothing.......come on....wear it," he said after getting up and taking the short from the table as he approached Mago.

"no....I don't like these" Mago shook his head not agreeing. King sighed. He had to make him wear it before Charlton comes back.

"so you gonna remain naked then," he asked with a raised brow

"no....." Mago replied instantly

"then wear it come on," King said again, persuading the younger so he could himself feel relieved.

"can we exchange," Mago asked in a mumble making King stare at him for a second? He went near Mago and bent down before slowly lifting the younger's legs one by one to slide them through the shorts.

Mago stumbled a little finding refuge in holding on to the King's shoulder for support. The older pulled the pants up his legs without saying anything and secured the drawstring at his waist. Mago didn't utter a word the whole time, silently he accepted what was happening to him until the shorts were secured around his round butt.

King never left his waist instead his hands rested just above the curve of Mago's ass. the younger didn't mind though, he stood there while holding King's shoulder. They stared at each other for a while until Mago felt his cheeks heating because of the tension.

He stepped back quickly, right at that time Charlton entered the room. He looked at King and then at Mago who was looking at him already.

Somehow Charlton felt like he interrupted something.

"They have a phone booth near a bus stand a few meters away from the restaurant" he informed and King nodded at the good news.

"very well.....we will visit it after dinner' King said and Charlton bowed. He looked back at Mago and Mago stopped in his tracks where he was sneaking to the floor couch.

"I saw it first so it's mine" Mago said jumping on the couch and giggling as if he has conquered a throne. His giggles were so cute that both older men found themselves smiling secretly.

"yeah whatever" Charlton grumbled playfully. He was so ready to claim it first but in King's presence, he couldn't lose his composure after all he is the right-hand man of the King's mafia.

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