Chapter 8: Buff Emo Italian Gets Owned by Ogre and Gangbanged

 

Risotto sat at his desk, deciding who should kill their next target, who happened to be a princess from somewhere far, far away. He had many things to consider, such as who was more fitting for the task. He lied back in his seat and sighed heavily. There was no way for any of them to get closer to the target. According to the information on his computer, she was to ride back to where she came from. Her heavily armed guards will be escorting her there. She was also an ogre. Illuso would’ve been a good choice, assuming that princesses carried mirrors all the time, but an ogre’s strength could overpower him. Of course, he could do it himself, but then the guards would be alerted and move around, trying to search for him. And who knows if one of them could be a stand user.

Pesci could do it , he thought.

And then something felt off. He felt as if he wasn’t the only person in the room, which meant that Illuso had to be here.

“Illuso,” Risotto spoke calmly as always when talking to his peers, still focusing on the computer, “what are you doing here?”

“I just want to talk to you about someone,” he said.

“Someone?” He looked away from his screen. Illuso stood in the middle of the room.

“Yes, have you seen an ogre?” he said.

Illuso didn’t know their new assassination target. Of course, he could’ve accidentally crossed paths once.

“Fiona?” he asked.

“Wait? Who? No, some ogre from the swamps.”

Another ogre? he thought. He turned off his computer. He trusted Illuso, but he knew how cocky he could be.

“Is this ogre from the swamp a threat?” he asked.

“The rest of the gang knows this ogre,” Illuso replied, ignoring the question asked.

“Except for me?” Risotto said as he got up from his seat, looking out the windows.

“Relax,” the burnet said.

Risotto took a deep breath. Before he could say anything else, something felt off. The numbers of the clock were reversed.

“Illuso, you better explain why we’re in the mirror world,” he said.

Prosciutto opened the door.

“Risotto,” the blond said, “you need a break. You’re already working so hard.”

Pesci was behind him. “Yeah!” he added.

Prosciutto tugged at Risotto’s coat, taking it off.

“What’s going on?” the white-haired man demanded.

They heard heavy footsteps. With extreme force, the door busted wide open. An ogre and two naked men, who Risotto recognized, were behind him.

“I know what’s going to happen,” the capo said. “How I know is because Melone’s naked. He always gets naked when something sexual is going to happen.”

Formaggio and Melone made their capo kneel in front of the ogre.

“We are doing this, right?” Melone asked, looking at his capo.

“Why not. I’ve been working hard. Who’s the ogre and where’s the other?”

As soon as he said that, he heard a car park outside.

“Give me a second. That’s them,” Illuso said, disappearing out of the mirror world.

The ogre stood in front of him and then knelt.

“Look at me,” he said. “I am the capo now.”

The door opened again. Illuso and Ghiaccio were back and with food from McDonald’s.

“Okay,” Ghiaccio spoke, “I got Pesci his Happy Meal with some milk. And Melone, you wanted the BTS meal?”

“The hell is a BTS?” Sorbet commented.

“Oh, I also got three large fries. Are we eating first or screwing around?”

“You guys eat. I’ll want to eat my food,” Pesci said.

Everybody in the room took off their clothes except for Formaggio and Melone, who were already naked.

“Hold on, before anyone starts anything, why are we in the mirror world?” Gelato asked.

“Shrek wanted to surprise him, and he didn’t want him using his stand,” Illuso answered. “Do you really want to surprise Risotto?”

Gelato didn’t answer. He knew what he was capable of and didn’t want a razor in his throat.

Before anyone could do anything, Shrek shoved his monster-sized cock down Risotto’s throat. Despite never doing oral, he believed he could do it. Prosciutto and Melone have managed to deepthroat him before. However, the capo couldn’t and started gagging. Shrek pulled out his dick, watching Risotto cough.

“Pesci, look away,” Prosciutto said.

Risotto vomited on the rug. He swore to himself. That rug was expensive.

“Yuck. Good thing I brought some tissues and paper towels,” Ghiaccio commented.

The mess was cleaned up. Ghiaccio whispered something to Shrek and gave Formaggio something. This time the ogre was behind him, and Formaggio was in front.

“Take your time. If it’s too big, I’ll shrink myself.” Whatever Ghiaccio handed him, he unwrapped it. It was a light-blue condom, and the aroma smelled of peppermints. “Go slowly, Riz,” he said.

Risotto licked the tip and then twirled his tongue around his cock. Formaggio made a soft moan. Wanting to please him, the white-haired assassin took it a little deeper. While that was happening, Shrek grabbed his muscular ass. Something wet wiggled in his entrance. Risotto couldn’t help but moan, and Formaggio did as well. A hand ran down the capo’s hair, petting him.

“Fuck, Riz, I love you,” he said. “Could you take more of it?”

Risotto pulled away. “I-- I can’t,” he said.

Formaggio shrunk himself. He was much smaller, shorter, and Risotto was able to deep throat him, causing the other to throw his head back in pleasure. Then his taint was licked, and he was close to cumming. He stopped sucking on Formaggio. Prosciutto was getting needy and finished what the capo started, but he removed the condom.

“Fuck me,” Risotto whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Shrek said.

“Fuck me,” he spoke normally.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me!” he shouted.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please fuck me!”

“Get up.”

He did.

“Spread your cheeks.”

He did.

Shrek sighed. “You’re not ready for this.”

“Yes, I am.”

“If you say so.”

The tip entered, and his asshole burned a bit. Risotto bit his lips, drawing out blood. A couple of inches in, his legs started shaking. He watched Formaggio who was facefucking Prosciutto. The blond’s hair ties were loose, showing off his shoulder-length hair. Right next to them, Illuso was masturbating. Then Risotto’s eyes gazed somewhere else. Pesci and Melone were talking and eating their food while Sorbet and Gelato were making out. Ghiaccio stood there, unsure of what to do.

“Ghiaccio,” the capo spoke.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Want to try something you’ve never done?”

“Anal? I guess I could try.”

Melone dipped his chicken nugget in the sweet chili sauce as he glanced at them with interest. Ghiaccio poured lube on Risotto’s massive cock and got on all fours. His arms shook in anticipation. Once the capo was on top of him, he slid in a little too fast and deep, and Ghiaccio felt his ass being torn into two.

“It hurts!” Ghiaccio shouted.

“Shit, sorry, Shrek, can you please stop ramming into my ass?”

Melone dipped his nuggets again in the sauce. “No, I think you want to keep going at that pace.”

“Ghiaccio?”

“Fuck it. I want to know how Melone feels.”

Shrek rammed into Risotto, which caused him to ram his cock in Ghiaccio’s ass. The blue-haired assassin let out a scream as blood dripped from his ass.

Sorbet stopped kissing Gelato and looked at Ghiaccio. “Does it hurt? Does the pain please you?”

The blue-haired assassin only nodded, unable to say anything. When his mouth did open, he let out a lewd noise. Risotto’s hands slithered downwards and stroked his length. The lewd noises became louder and louder. Precum dripped to the floor. Melone stopped eating, grabbed a French fry, and walked towards him. He knelt.

“Open,” he said.

Ghiaccio’s mouth opened up, and Melone put the French fry in his mouth. Risotto hit a sensitive spot, causing him to orgasm. He moaned and came on the floor, which meant that his French fry landed on the cum.

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

Melone giggled. Ghiaccio would’ve got up and beat his ass. Instead, his ass was already beaten. His legs trembled, and he collapsed within a few minutes. Meanwhile, Shrek was still drilling his monster cock down Risotto’s asshole, but then he stopped.

“Can somebody move Ghiaccio?” Shrek said.

Illuso moved his body and placed him on the sofa.

“Illuso, do you think he can handle it?” the ogre asked.

“Are you insane!” he raised his voice.

“Your cock wrecks all our asses. Risotto can’t handle two,” Formaggio added.

“I’m built different,” Risotto objected.

“Mhm, whatever,” someone said.

“I guess I’ll do it,” Illuso said.

“Perfect,” the ogre replied. “Formaggio, grab one of Risotto’s hands to stroke yourself. Prosciutto, grab the other hand. Melone, you’re free to do whatever to his cock. Sorbet and Gelato, you can play with his nips. As for Pesci… yes.”

“About the nips,” Pesci said. “We’ve all tried sucking each other’s nipples. It feels weird. Pretty sure it’s going to be the same with Riz.”

“You guys haven’t even tried it with me,” Risotto said. “I guess Sorbet and Gelato will be the lucky few. And can you guys hurry up and get into position? I’m close to cumming.”

They got into position. Illuso laid on the floor with his cock buried in his capo’s ass. Sorbet and Gelato looked at his nipple piercings.

“Do you need that removed?” one of them asked.

Risotto shook his head no and gave them a menacing glare. His face and entire body were flushed. Gelato played with his capo’s tits while Sorbet licked. The ogre and Illuso’s cock caused his ass to hurt, but it just felt so good.

“I’m gonna--”

Risotto jizzed, landing in one of Melone’s eyes.

“Fuck!” he yelled. “I think I’ve gone blind in one of my eyes.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” the capo replied.

As for the rest, they came as well except for Melone and Ghiaccio. Yes, even Pesci jizzed despite just watching. It’s all over the floors now. It would suck if they had to clean this up. Thankfully, they’re still in the mirror world. Once everyone caught their breath and Ghiaccio woke up, they put on their clothes, except for Melone and Formaggio, who arrived naked.

“Hey, Melone, what happened? Why are you covering your eye?” Ghiaccio asked.

“I got jizz in my eye,” he explained.

“Alright, are we ready to go?” Illuso asked.

Everyone nodded. Illuso used his stand to get out of the mirror world. Risotto looked at the clock, seeing it was normal.

And then Shrek’s phone rang, and everyone looked at him.

“Yes, honey?”

“Shrek, I’m pregnant!” spoke a man’s voice.

“What?” everybody said.

“Who’s on the phone?” Formaggio said, sounding a bit jealous.

“Someone,” Shrek replied with his hand covering the phone. He then uncovered it. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know! Shrek, we need to get married. I don’t know how I can handle this by myself,” spoke the voice.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m about to return from my trip.” Shrek looked at Melone. “Shit, I didn’t think it was possible. You guys may want to take a pregnancy test.”

“Melone, can your stand tell us if we’re pregnant?” asked Formaggio.

“Um, I’ve never used my stand for this reason before, but I guess I could try. I’ll need some bodily fluids. Anything! Spit, blood, cum. Give me anything. Put it in this test tube.”

Those who had unprotected anal sex with Shrek spat in the test tube and handed them to Melone. He used Babyface and the results were negative.

“Nobody is pregnant,” Melone said.

“What about you?” Shrek asked.

“I doubt, but--” He spat on the test tube. The result was positive. “This is not di molto.”