From Best To Bested

Chapter Seven

Roman was escorted from The Pit and taken to the showers, where he was given an opportunity to clean off. After three months in isolation, he had the two-minute ritual engrained in his head and quickly scrubbed down his body while shivering in the cold water. The quick wash never afforded much time to clean his cuts, and the harsh water often made them burn, but he did what he could with the time offered. Roman stepped back, prepared for the guard to turn off the nozzle and rush him out, but she seemed more fixated on some game she played on her phone.

Roman took advantage of the extra allotment and went back to scrubbing himself, actually getting the dirt out from under his nails, having a chance to properly rinse his hair, and being able to clean away the grime caked on his skin. He even shaved away all the mangled facial hair he’d been forced to sport in The Pit. Warm water finally funneled out after five minutes. It wasn’t hot, lukewarm at best, but Roman soaked under the stream in utter bliss.

Once he’d finished, he was brought to his cell. Correction, his former cell. The champion’s suite, which really hadn’t changed all that much since he’d roomed in it before. The mirror mounted on the wall showed there wasn’t anyone at the far-off end in either bunk. Still, he grimaced and paused at the door, hesitating about his next encounter with Ezra.

The correctional officer shoved him inside and complained about him dawdling. Roman was stalling, debating if he could go through with this, debating if he could give all this up again, too. It seemed Ezra not only kept all the items Roman had acquired during his time as reigning champion, but Ezra hadn’t made any additional updates. He kept the cell fairly the same except for the bunk beds.

Roman sat on the bottom bunk and immediately sank into the stiff mattress. Not much to be done about the beds, but damn if the silk sheets didn’t make a world of difference. The top bunk was standard and itchy and looked like they’d been slept in, whereas the bottom bunk was in perfect condition. Roman didn’t know why Ezra passed on the better bedding, but he couldn’t complain. Not this minute, anyway.

Lights out came around soon after, but there was still no sign of Ezra. It didn’t take long for Roman’s mind to piece together the reason. It’d been three months since he was champion, since he’d faced off in the arena, but those who competed always did so in the dead of night. Occasionally, there’d be an early evening competition, but those were mostly just leadups to the bigger bouts for the nighttime entertainment.

Roman shivered in the bed, anticipating Ezra’s return. He feared it. He feared Ezra returning victorious and collecting on the promise Roman had made to a wager he’d already broken his word on once before. He feared Ezra returning with his head held low, having been dethroned from his title and holding no power or sway. If that happened, the warden would most certainly drag Roman back to The Pit.

The conflicting dread made Roman’s heart race.

“You look peaceful,” Ezra’s voice broke the silence and pulled Roman’s attention away from the heavy thrum of his heart.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Roman said.

Ezra had a gash on his forehead with a few stitches closing it up but no bandage. He looked a bit winded, with a sheen of sweat running down his neck and to his partially exposed chest, keeping two buttons open and no undershirt. Despite that, Ezra carried himself well, not like that of someone who walked away from a loss.

“Rough night?” Roman nodded to the cut.

“Jake the fucking Snake got that lucky hit during the Challenger’s Chance,” Ezra explained. “Dude has come for my title three times. You’d think he’d realize.”

“He’s persistent,” Roman said, thinking of how many times he’d fought off Jake in and out of the arena, how many other men in this prison were just as bad or worse than Jake. He didn’t know if he was lucky to have caught Ezra’s attention, sparked his fascination, or if he was about to walk headfirst into a whole new form of Hell.

Ezra stepped into the center of the room and waved Roman to join him.

“Are you ready to commit?”

Roman scoffed. “Don’t you mean submit?”

That was what this was, after all, and Roman refused to look at it any other way. Still, Ezra continued framing this as a possibility for friendship.

“We’re not friends, we won’t be friends,” Roman snapped. “Just whip out your dick already so I can get this over with.”

“There is no getting this over with.” Ezra’s smile fell away, and his expression turned stony. “If you commit to this friendship, to this willing submission, then you need to understand it will be ongoing. Your every breath will be for my satisfaction, and my every action will be for your protection. You will see to my needs and my needs alone. You will understand that your existence is purely for my pleasure. Any release you get when I fuck you will be a sign of you performing your role correctly.”

Roman swallowed hard, biting back the sinking fear of this awful realization. He knew what to expect; he’d prepared himself long before going to The Pit and dwelled on the options while in isolation, and now, as he stood there, he questioned this decision once again. It was a choice he couldn’t walk back from. Once he surrendered himself to Ezra, others would know. His fallen standing would never recover, and he’d be stuck at the bottom quite literally in this sense.

But Roman knew as much as he hated swallowing his pride, he didn’t want Levi to suffer anymore, and he certainly didn’t want to die alone in a hole wearing a wolf mask completely forgotten by the world.

“Are you willing to commit?” Ezra asked. “Are you ready to make this choice?”

“Like I have a choice.”

“You do.”

“This or back in a hole to die.” Roman glared. “Not much of a choice.”

“You won’t go back there,” Ezra said. “Not ever.”

“What?”

“Even if you refuse me here and now for a second time, you will not be returned to The Pit.”

“You’re lying,” Roman snapped.

“I’m not,” Ezra said with a definitive shrug. “Even if you change your mind midway through or wake up tomorrow sore and regretting your decision. Walk away whenever it suits you, and I promise you’ll be sent back to regular gen pop. Might be my wing, might be another cellblock. No sway there, but it won’t be solitary, and it won’t be that awful Pit. I’m not vindictive, Roman.”

“You’re fucking lying.”

“That was the warden’s game,” Ezra admitted. “I didn’t like that game, and I felt sick letting him play it. But I didn’t have the clout to argue. Three months of continuous wins, coupled with a bit of flirting with the higher priority clientele—let’s just say those Lawless Authority folks really do like getting their way, so it’s wise to convince them my way is the path they wanna pursue—and now I have enough say to keep you off the warden’s immediate hitlist.”

Roman frowned. He’d never made an effort with authority who watched from the balcony. They were perverse in more ways than one, and standing in the same room with elite clientele made Roman’s skin crawl. He wondered if he had offered a few more niceties their way if they would’ve opposed the warden making Roman disappear after his losses. If they would’ve helped rebuild Roman after he fell from the title of champion. He also wondered how much of his soul he would’ve lost having a single conversation with those vipers who thrived on pain and anguish and betting on the lives of people like fucking cattle.

“So, I can’t guarantee you won’t end up back on the warden’s shitlist, and I can’t offer you protection from anyone you’ve pissed off, but I can promise you will never return to that dank place.”

Roman let those words sink in, and he considered. If he weren’t so exhausted from months of isolation, if he weren’t so sleep deprived, so hungry, so bruised and beaten from countless treks to and from The Pit arena, he might’ve walked right out of the champion’s suite and taken his chances against anyone bold enough to cross him.

But Roman didn’t believe he’d survive long on his own, not after everything, and if this was what Ezra could offer without friendship, then maybe he really could keep him safe if he willed himself to accept the deal.

“I’ll be your friend, whatever.” Roman shrugged like he wanted to knock the words away from himself. “Just don’t expect anything from me.”

“Except you,” Ezra corrected. “I get you in every way I want.”

“Yeah, you get to fuck me,” Roman answered. “Let’s just go then.”

“It’s more than that.” Ezra stepped close, cupping his hands around Roman’s face with a gentle but guiding touch. “Everything you do will be at my discretion, meant to meet my needs, my happiness. If you’re absolutely certain you can accept this, will yourself to be the hole I need for pleasure, the friend I crave for conversation, and follow my lead in all things moving forward, then we can begin.”

“Let’s get started.”

“Get undressed,” Ezra said with a commanding growl.

Roman did as instructed, more annoyed than self-conscious, and watched Ezra take off his clothes, too. He’d seen him shirtless in the arena already, the lean muscles and scattered tattoos over Ezra’s deep bronze skin, but he hadn’t seen the man from the waist down yet.

When Ezra revealed his dick, Roman’s jaw nearly dropped. Not that he thought his wide mouth could hold such a thing. He couldn’t believe Ezra was already fully hard, and he definitely couldn’t believe how hung the man was.

“Ten inches, and no, that’s not a liberal measurement on my end,” Ezra said with a smirk. “There’s confident, and then there’s assuredly confident.”

Roman didn’t often feel inadequate. He knew at seven inches, add a half if he was feeling braggy, he wasn’t the biggest cock on the block, but he also knew he didn’t need to be. Size wasn’t everything, and his seven got done what Ezra’s ten could do. Or so he assumed. He also assumed Ezra’s ten inches took a lot more effort, and while he assured himself he could handle any physical pain or sensation about to hit him, doubt crept into his mind.

“I don’t want you stroking yourself during our time together,” Ezra explained. “Your focus needs to be on my needs only. My pleasure will become your pleasure. You will learn this and learn to love this.”

Roman swallowed hard at that.

“But don’t worry.” Ezra held his hands at the sides of his dick, gesturing and bucking forward to wave his fully erect cock. “You’ll cum for sure. I’ve never had a complaint.”

“I’m not gay,” Roman said. “Not bi, not curious.”

Somehow, reiterating those words made this the tiniest bit more bearable, like he could hold a mirror up to Ezra and show him the so-called choices Roman made. He didn’t know how much he believed in the words, but when it came to Ezra, they were entirely true. There was no curiosity creeping over Roman’s skin, only anxiety.

“Like you do you,” Roman continued, brave face and tense muscles. “But I’m not getting anything out of this.”

“It’s anatomy, bud,” Ezra said with a hard thrust at the air. “When I’m pumping your ass, you’ll be rock hard and begging for my dick even deeper in your hole.”

Roman didn’t know how to respond, what to say, or how to feel, so he stood silent.

“But before we have fun with you ass up and face down, we’re gonna make use of that smart mouth of yours.”

Ezra pointed to the floor at his feet, and Roman got down on his knees. Knelt beneath Ezra, the man seemed so much bigger. His dick seemed so much more insurmountable.

This was it. This was Roman’s point of no return. He kept waiting for something to interfere, to prevent his lips from meeting Ezra’s dick. He wouldn’t reject the offer a second time, but as his heart pounded and his body burned with nervousness, Roman anxiously took in the hard cock in front of him.

“Well?” Ezra stared. “Get me off.”

Roman opened his mouth mechanically, unsure of where to begin. He leaned in close, ready to bring the dick between his lips, but he froze.

He stared at the foreskin pulled back around the head of Ezra’s cock, the dribble of precum at the slit of his dick, the veins around his massive cock, and the girth all around. He considered all the things he liked when it came to head, from teasing to going all the way down, but he didn’t think he could willingly subject himself to doing either.

Roman couldn’t start, but he also couldn’t walk away. Not again.

“Just shove it in,” Roman insisted. “Do whatever you want.”

“I want you to work to bring me off.” Ezra grabbed his dick at the base and waved it up and down, playfully taunting Roman.

Unsure of himself and hating himself a little bit more, Roman leaned in with his open mouth and hoped Ezra would take the hint.

Ezra smacked the head of his dick against Roman’s tongue. He pushed his cock in just a bit, allowing the head to sit in Roman’s mouth.

“Do something,” he demanded.

Roman didn’t know what to do, so he closed his mouth around the dick and just sort of held it there, considering rotating his tongue around the head, but his mouth already felt so crammed he felt awkward trying to move around the head of the dick.

“Come on now.” Ezra grabbed Roman by his ruffled brown hair and pushed his head further down on the dick, shoving it against the roof of his mouth. “You know how you like it, right? Do that. Get me off.”

Roman’s head bobbed several times under Ezra’s instruction, following the flow of motion from his controlling hands. Each time Ezra pushed his dick further into Roman’s mouth, and when it hit the back of his throat, Roman nearly retched.

“Hold on,” Roman said with a gasp, pulling away and breathing in deep.

“None of that,” Ezra said, turning Roman back to face the massive cock.

Roman opened his mouth and accepted Ezra’s dick, only this time there was no steady push a bit further each time. Ezra had instead pushed with as much force as he could while thrusting forward at the same time.

“Take it all,” Ezra demanded. “All of it. Now. Take it. Fucking take it.”

Roman choked and gurgled as spit spilled from his mouth and snot bubbled from his nose while he desperately forced in air, which seemed more impossible with each passing second.

“Hold it,” Ezra demanded, keeping a firm grip on Roman’s head while the entirety of his dick ached in Roman’s throat.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t stop gagging over and over and over on Ezra’s cock, which remained firmly in place. Ezra lightly smacked Roman’s face and neck, commanding him to hold it, to be a good boy, a bitch, a toy. When Ezra groaned with satisfaction, his grip eased ever so, and Roman used that to pull back. He had nearly gotten Ezra’s dick out of his mouth when Ezra interjected.

“Not yet,” he insisted. With one hand still squeezing Roman’s hair and the other wrapping underneath Roman’s jaw, he shoved Roman back down onto his dick.

Roman moaned, coughing and choking, eyes welling up with so many tears, the room turned into a blurry mess.

“You’re doing good,” Ezra said as he bucked his hips forward. “So, so good.”

Roman gurgled, gasping a bit as his jaw somehow stretched just wide enough to finally choke in a bit of air around the massive girth of Ezra’s cock.

“Look at that pretty face.” Ezra held Roman’s head down, forcing his mouth all the way to the base and keeping him there. Roman’s lips brushed the trimmed black hairs of Ezra’s crotch. With his other hand, Ezra wiped away a few tears so Roman could clearly see his face, see the wild look in his eyes. “You ready for me to get started?”

Roman stared, petrified, completely uncertain of what he was expected to do. He couldn’t speak in this state. And the bewilderment of Ezra’s comment fully sank in. Roman couldn’t believe this was what Ezra considered…what? A warmup to a blowjob?

“Answer me.” Ezra slapped Roman’s face, startling him from the comment and the light pelt. “You ready for me to wreck this pretty face of yours?”

Roman attempted to nod, but with Ezra’s other hand firmly in place, all he could manage was to somehow push the cock deeper down his throat as his face got pushed in closer, and his nose was covered with black pubes.

“Answer me, bitch.” Ezra slapped Roman’s face a second time, this time prompting a sad response.

Roman gurgled and wheezed and attempted to say yes.

“Good boy.” Ezra pulled his dick all the way out of Roman’s mouth.

Roman nearly collapsed onto the floor to suck in desperate breaths, but Ezra held a tight grip on Roman’s hair and kept his head in place while Roman coughed and choked up spit. So much spit, he could feel drool all over his chin, over his chest, and even dribbling on his bare thighs. Massive amounts of slobber covered Ezra’s cock, too.

“Open.”

Roman obeyed nervously and prepared himself. Ezra went to work fucking Roman’s throat with merciless vigor. The more Roman gagged and flailed in place, the harder Ezra’s hips slapped against Roman. Taking Ezra’s cock was the most brutal and exhausting thing he’d ever experienced. Roman grabbed Ezra’s thighs, using them to brace himself but finding it a futile effort as it seemed to only bring out more veracity from Ezra.

The ache in his knees helped distract him from the pain in his throat, both sore in very different ways, and Roman hoped for a reprieve.

After a grueling ten minutes of Ezra face fucking Roman, he finally bucked a bit erratically as he slammed his cock in at an odd angle. Roman believed Ezra had stretched his entire throat out already, but somehow, he managed to find some muscles still tight enough to please him.

Ezra squeezed Roman’s hair, slamming his dick all the way down and holding Roman in place as he twitched. Ezra’s toes curled, something Roman noticed from the sideway angle Ezra twisted his head to.

“Aaaahhhh,” Ezra growled.

The spurt of warmth that hit the back of Roman’s throat filled him with equal measures of shame and relief. He counted the seconds and the number of jetted streams that tickled the inside of his throat. After releasing everything he could down Roman’s throat, Ezra’s cock finally softened in Roman’s mouth, and the tension in his tight jaw muscles eased. Ezra remained where he stood, looking up to the ceiling and playfully stroking Roman’s sweaty hair.

Ezra released Roman and stepped away from him in favor of lounging on the unused bottom bunk of the bed, a bunk that now belonged to Roman since he’d agreed to room with Ezra. A bunk Ezra must’ve only plopped into because he wasn’t finished for the evening. Roman knew he couldn’t be that lucky. There was this look in Ezra’s eyes, this excitement and intensity that kept Roman locked in place on the floor.

“Come on.” Ezra patted the bed, encouraging Roman to join him.

Roman wobbled a bit, feeling lightheaded and drained after so much time on his knees. He stretched his jaw a few times as he made his way to the mattress corner. With Ezra sprawled out, he had little choice in where to sit.

“Look at you, feeling so excited.” Ezra nodded, and Roman followed the motion to see that his own cock had gotten hard.

Roman blushed, his entire face burning, which wasn’t difficult since the face fucking had already made his face red and tired. It didn’t make any sense. This wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t something he enjoyed. He’d have almost understood if it had happened if Ezra were fucking him, recalling how Levi explained how the male prostate worked. But sucking cock shouldn’t have aroused Roman.

“I don’t understand…”

“The human body is a fascinating thing,” Ezra said. “It reacts to things the mind doesn’t always grasp. No worries. It’s probably just a sign you were always meant to submit, to serve. Even if your brain thinks you’re an alpha, your body knows you’re an eager bitch.”

Roman frowned at that comment, anger burning in his eyes.

“I’m kidding. Kind of.” Ezra playfully kicked Roman’s knee with his toes. “Eventually, your mind will learn to like it as much as the rest of you. You just have to let yourself be happy.”

Roman’s frown deepened. Allowing himself to feel happy by this arrangement seemed more like a threat than a reward. The fact his body would betray him over something he still couldn’t wrap his thoughts around exhausted him.

“In the meantime, clean me up.” Ezra gestured, but Roman wasn’t sure where.

He stared at Ezra’s naked body, the trickle of sweat on his brow and running over his chest. Roman scrunched his face and turned to look for a cloth, something to dab Ezra clean.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for a towel,” Roman answered.

“No, no, no, sweetheart,” Ezra corrected. “You made the mess; you clean the mess.”

“What mess?”

Ezra grabbed Roman by the back of the head and pulled him down toward his dick.

“Lick it clean.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth, lick up the mess you made.” Ezra smiled down at Roman’s perplexed face. “I want you to spit-shine my cock.”

Roman stayed still, a hand squeezing the back of his neck, and his lack of a response served as his request to please make him do something different. Ezra waited in the silence, keeping Roman pressed close to his flaccid dick.

Shamefully, Roman stuck out his tongue and went to work, listening to Ezra’s guiding instruction on where to move his mouth next, where to run his tongue. There was something more humiliating about licking Ezra’s dick, working over and over to clean every crevice of his groin, than having Ezra simply ram his cock down Roman’s throat. He’d rather just suck his dick again and be done with it; instead, he continued debasing himself, cleaning Ezra’s dick with a tongue bath.

Roman licked Ezra’s flaccid cock clean of the slobber. It was repetitive, lapping at Ezra’s dick again and again, leaving spit but collecting slobber, collecting spit and leaving a new sheen of slobber when Ezra would grab the back of Roman’s head and shove him to the base. He’d choke on the soft cock, feeling it grow semi-erect each time Roman gagged on it. Ezra simply smiled and waited for Roman to get back to work, letting him lick his dick for what felt like an eternity. Five continuous minutes of this seemed like such an infinite stretch of time.

“Work on the head,” Ezra instructed.

Roman sucked on the tip of Ezra’s soft cock until the man added that Roman needed to pull back the foreskin.

“Really treat it special.”

Roman obeyed, pushing back the foreskin of Ezra’s cock and revealing the head, which Roman licked and kissed and played with to Ezra’s satisfaction. Vocal pleasure in the way he praised Roman and physical pleasure in the way his cock grew as Roman worked.

“That’s enough.” Ezra pulled his dick up and away from Roman’s mouth. “Lick my balls.”

He spread his legs a bit more, letting the large set hang between his thighs. They were big, and the thick black hairs felt gross on Roman’s tongue, but he found licking them again and again a bit less grueling than sucking on Ezra’s cock. But Roman couldn’t truly escape Ezra’s cock. As Roman lapped at Ezra’s ball sack, the man slapped Roman’s face with his dick, taking pleasure in the spit and precum hitting Roman as he ignored it. He kept licking the balls until Ezra told him to take them into his mouth and suck.

Roman obeyed, finding them hard to hold at the same time, the funk of sweat and saltiness and hairiness made him want to retch, but he gargled them in his mouth, sucking on the ball sack to Ezra’s satisfaction.

A satisfaction that made Ezra’s cock swell back to the full ten inches with minimal stroking on his part. He smacked Roman in the face with his dick, laughing lightly every time Roman flinched when the dickhead hit his eye.

“All right, time for round two.” Ezra pushed Roman up a bit and sat forward.

Roman slid off the bed and returned to his knees, almost ready to get the next grueling blow job over with.

“Look at you,” Ezra said with a smile. “Eager little cocksucker so soon.”

“I’d just as well get this over with.” Roman ground his teeth, willing to hold onto a bit of his defiance. Ezra might’ve owned him, but he wouldn’t let him break him. He could fuck Roman’s throat until he lost his words, but he’d still be just as spiteful with his gaze.

“Oh, I really hope you’re that cocky while I have you ass up and face down.” Ezra patted the bed, calling Roman over.

Roman held his breath, nervous and almost letting the glower in his gaze give way, but he held onto it. He knew this was coming. He knew what he’d signed up for. He knew Ezra wanted him to willingly submit in every sense of the word. But while he couldn’t refuse him without suffering a different cruel fate, one that would drag Levi into it too, one that would make his life miserable in so many different ways, he still wouldn’t give Ezra the satisfaction of submitting in every sense.

He’d give him his body. But not his mind. Not his spirit. Not his willpower. Roman didn’t know when he’d reclaim his strength, but he knew he wouldn’t surrender it all tonight. He only hoped he could keep his conviction in the long term.

Christ, that realization nearly hollowed him out.

This wasn’t a one-time submission. This wasn’t a one-time humiliation. This would be ongoing and Roman had to hold strong to himself if he wanted to survive. He had to keep his convictions while letting Ezra brutally have his way with him. It made the choice of continuing that much more challenging. Roman suspected this was the real motivator behind offering choices.

Roman joined Ezra on the bed and let the man survey him. Those haunting green eyes held a chilling hatred that the sly smile on his face didn’t cover.

“You sure you’re willing to commit?” Ezra asked. “Once I start, I don’t wanna stop because you have second thoughts, but obviously I wanna make sure you’re—”

“Then don’t stop.” Roman glared, assured he could handle himself, believing getting fucked would merely be a moment of humiliation but not any more painful or challenging than what he’d faced in a fight.

“Again, I say: you must be willing to give yourself to me.” Ezra pressed a hand to Roman’s cheek, turning his face to meet his. “It’s the only way this works.”

“Why do you care?” Roman snapped, teeth practically ready to bite Ezra’s hand. “You know it’s not real. You know I wouldn’t be here if I had any real choices.”

“You do have real choices,” Ezra said. “I can guarantee if you walk out of here, you will not return to solitary.”

Roman still struggled to believe those words.

“Even so, I wouldn’t be safe out there.” Roman bit the inside of his cheek. “Not anymore.”

Too many people hated him. Inmates. Guards. The warden. He couldn’t be certain someone else wouldn’t take him by force in the same way Ezra wanted him to willingly offer.

“Correct,” Ezra said. “You wouldn’t have my protection. I’m sorry about that. But I only offer my protection to my friends.”

“And if I walked away, would Levi be your friend?” Roman debated whether he could save himself, if he could fight off threats from every angle. Maybe. Unlikely. But he knew with Levi in the mix, he most certainly couldn’t. He’d lose him.

“He wouldn’t,” Ezra answered. “He rejected my friendship in favor of yours. But I will keep him safe for you so long as we have a civil arrangement. That’s what friends do for each other.”

The sick way Ezra warped the word, warped the term, confused Roman. The way Ezra used Roman’s real friendship with Levi and compared it to the perverse connection he wanted messed with Roman’s head.

“Just fuck me already.” Roman dug his hands into the mattress, holding back all his rage and hate and desire to fight Ezra.

“I can’t wait.” Ezra stepped off the bed and walked over to his dresser. He retrieved a small bottle and walked back. “Stick your hand out, two fingers together.”

Roman obeyed and watched Ezra squirt lube onto his fingers.

“Perks of being champion,” he said with a small chuckle, gesturing for Roman to rotate his hand so he could further coat his fingers. “Trust me, way better than raw dogging. I wanna break you, but I don’t wanna break you, you know?”

Roman grimaced.

“Stick them inside you.”

“What?” Roman shook his head.

“Trust me,” Ezra said, waving his half-erect dick. “If you want this splitting you open, then you’re gonna want that rubbed all over inside.”

Roman didn’t want any of this, and he certainly didn’t want to be split open. To avoid any more risk to his already precarious situation, Roman did as he was instructed and winced at the awkward discomfort that came with sticking his finger in his butt, the shame of Ezra watching him work.

“Both.” Ezra watched and waited for Roman to obey. “Now, all the way.”

Roman took his time and flinched at the feeling of pushing further, his face contorted at the bizarre feeling of jabbing and stretching his insides. When Ezra insisted Roman massage the hole, Roman only felt more discomfort, more shame in the ordeal.

“If you think it feels painful now.” Ezra nodded to his own massive cock. “Just saying.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” Roman scoffed, refusing to give Ezra any satisfaction aside from whatever pleasure he’d receive getting off. Roman wouldn’t let him think this bothered him.

“All right.” Ezra stepped closer, his dick almost touching Roman’s nose. “Open your mouth and say oooooo.”

Roman rolled his eyes and did as instructed, leaning forward in the process to meet Ezra’s dick that he’d undoubtedly shove in his mouth anyway. To Roman’s surprise, Ezra dribbled the lube into Roman’s mouth and over his parted lips, spilling some down Roman’s chin.

“Get me coated,” Ezra demanded. “No deep-throating. I can see those hungry eyes ready to work, you eager cock slut. But we need to focus on lubing. Not that a bit of spit won’t help, but I suspect you’ll take it a lot easier if we grease this beast from tip to base.”

“ We? ” Roman thought as he ran his slimy tongue against Ezra’s cock and worked to cover it in lube. He puckered his lips, kissing the sides of Ezra’s dick and rubbing the lube on as best he could. He gave sloppy kisses of lube over every inch of Ezra’s massive cock. Between the clinical taste of the unflavored lube and the funk of Ezra’s dick, Roman fought off the urge to gag multiple times as he worked.

“On the bed.” Ezra pointed and helped position Roman once he sprawled out with his face buried in a pillow.

He lay there silently, letting Ezra push his legs forward some, shift his knees ever so, and spread his legs just the way he wanted. Once he’d done that, Ezra angled Roman’s ass to a level he preferred and popped Roman on the back a few times.

Nothing hard, but enough to encourage Roman to arch a bit. Currently, he had his back curled up like a cat, ready to pounce off the bed the second Ezra’s cock touched his ass.

“Almost there,” Ezra said, giving one firm push with his hands to force Roman down a bit more.

He felt like he was popping his stomach out, but he supposed that, from Ezra’s angle, it looked just right.

“None of that.” Ezra reached over and knocked the pillows Roman had onto the floor. “I’m not interested in a pillow princess.”

Roman furrowed his brow.

“I wanna hear you,” Ezra continued. “I wanna hear how much pain and pleasure I bring. Don’t hold back any of it.”

Roman remained stoic when looking back at Ezra, even if his body betrayed him with trembling. Even if Ezra’s playful slap of his ass roused something in the tension Roman clung to.

“Ready?”

Roman turned away and nodded.

Ezra smacked Roman’s butt again, then bounced his dick between the crack of Roman’s ass a few times. “I’ve been dreaming about this day, dude. Bet you’re gonna be the best hole I’ll ever break in.”

With that, he pushed his cock into Roman, and the sensation sent an immediate pain through Roman. He sucked in a sharp breath and held back a muffled groan. Ezra continued pushing in slowly, but Roman felt every inch, believing somehow Ezra had shoved all ten inches into him.

“Relax.” Ezra scratched at Roman’s back, a massaging act that helped when he forced Roman’s back into an arch again. He hadn’t even realized his spine had tightened up. “It’s just the tip. We’ll let it—”

“What?” Roman interrupted, pained and ready to be done, impossibly stunned by the comment.

“Oh, yeah. We got a lot of meat left to fit in.” Ezra laughed a little. “Don’t worry, though. I’m gonna give you a chance to adjust. Let your hole stretch a bit. It’ll make it easier when I start pounding you out.”

True to his word, Ezra gave Roman another minute or two before he pushed further into him. Now that Roman realized all he had inside before was the head of Ezra’s cock with another inch or so, he felt the distinct difference with every push.

His body quaked in Ezra’s grasp, and he took swift, sharp breaths, hoping to ease the pain. It spread with a burn that consumed him entirely. He’d never felt anything so excruciating. His muscles tensed, and he clenched, resisting each push, knowing it worked against him.

“Relax yourself,” Ezra said as he bucked his hips forward. “Let me in.”

Roman winced, grinding his teeth and keeping his entire body tense as if flexing his muscles would somehow help. It didn’t. It made every push more severe, it made it harder for Roman to bite back his grunts, and it made this whole ordeal so much more exhausting. Finally, he submitted and tried his best to relax his hole.

“Good job.” Ezra raked his fingers over Roman’s back and sides, eliciting a bizarre comfort in the mix of unending pain. “Now, let me hear you.”

Roman groaned, unable to hold back the entirety of the noise but unwilling to comply with Ezra’s demand.

“That’s it.” Ezra bucked his hips again, pushing more weight down onto Roman and letting gravity help him slip his dick deep into Roman’s ass.

Roman whimpered, which only encouraged Ezra to heighten his pace once deep inside of him. While he felt himself being split open, he fought to remain calm, to lay there and take Ezra’s dick again and again. Roman stifled the shout by biting the back of his wrist. As Ezra started thrusting in and out of Roman, it took everything he had to hold back the need to scream. It was brutal and burning and unbearable, yet somewhere between the slamming pain came this euphoric sensation. That was somehow worse. It calmed Roman a little, and he released his gnawing grip on his wrist until his voice betrayed him, and a wispy moan escaped his lips.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. Lemme hear all those sweet sounds of surrender.” Ezra continued railing Roman, calling him affectionate names between the sound of slapping skin.

Roman wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He couldn’t. He had to keep something for himself, some piece of his dignity. If there was anything left to salvage. To keep from shouting when Ezra’s pounding turned painful again, Roman bit the back of his own hand to muffle himself. He squeezed his knuckles so tightly, they turned a blotchy white. When his own cock began to throb, he tried to push himself up some.

Between Ezra’s swift thrusts and the friction of the silky sheets, Roman’s dick was in paradise. He couldn’t tell if he’d already cum or not, so he looked down to see his bulging dick flopping around, precum dripping. The head bounced against the sheets, rhythmically following the pace of Ezra’s strokes. He’d never found himself this ready to burst. He’d never found himself in this type of pain. He couldn’t figure it out, but he bit harder on his hand and hoped the pain there would take from the pleasure his dick found in the way Ezra fucked him.

It didn’t.

Roman growled, almost letting out a feral noise when Ezra pulled his cock all the way back and rammed into him. His hips smacked Roman’s ass with each powerful stroke as Ezra repeated the long dicking act over and over.

“None of that, baby.” Ezra reached over and grabbed Roman’s hands. He resisted at first, but when his gaze caught the glare of Ezra’s eyes, he allowed the man to pull his arms back.

Roman lay there while Ezra pinned his arms behind his back and continued pounding into him. With nothing to stop him, Roman groaned with miserable pleasure. It was grueling and terrible, and he felt like he’d lost a battle to a war he never stood a chance in.

His entire body shook, and Roman let out an exasperated shout as he came. His dick twitched. Every time Ezra pounded into Roman, his cock shot a powerful jet of cum until, finally, he lay there gasping into the mattress, wishing he could hold back the noises he made.

“That’s right, bitch.” Ezra released Roman’s hands and thrusted harder, eliciting louder moans and heavier grunts from Roman. “You fucking love it.”

Roman didn’t contest. Roman didn’t know. He knew he hated so much of this and hated how much satisfaction Ezra got from it, but after a few more minutes of pounding, his dick started to throb again, and somehow, that helped take away from the shame consuming him. His arms lay useless at his sides. His entire body felt like jelly as he took Ezra’s dick, unable to do anything. The intense pleasure, building again so suddenly, stripped away what little strength Roman had left.

“Fucking take it.” Ezra gripped Roman’s hips, holding them tightly as he rammed his dick in fast, short spurts.

Roman could feel Ezra on the verge of a climax. The way his body trembled over Roman’s, the way his dick pulsed inside of Roman, the way he clawed at Roman’s skin a moment away, a second away, a breath away, and then he came.

He released the happiest growl as he leaned forward with the full weight of his body atop Roman. His hips bucked futilely as he finished pouring his load inside of Roman. His teeth met the nape of Roman’s neck; both men shivered for a beat, and then he bit down.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “You exist for me now. Only me.”

Roman lay there completely silent, allowing Ezra to kiss his neck on all sides.

“Say it.” Ezra’s teeth grazed Roman’s shoulder. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“No.” Ezra bit down hard enough to elicit a stifled moan from Roman. “Tell me. Really tell me.”

“I belong to you,” Roman answered. “Only you. For you. To serve you.”

“You’re goddamn right, baby.” Ezra licked Roman’s shoulder affectionately, then kissed it gently before he slowly crawled off him.

With the deed done, at least for the first night, Roman wanted to fall asleep and hope that, eventually, this wouldn’t feel like such a laborious arrangement. There were parts that felt good. Parts that weren’t terrible. But all of that vanished the moment the shame returned. It filled Roman to the brim, consuming his thoughts and reminding him this was sadly the best choice he could’ve made.

The hoots and hollers from neighboring rooms confirmed that suspicion. Roman teared up a bit at the jabs, the cutting comments, and the declaration that he sounded like a truly fucked bitch. There was nothing he could do to argue it. Everyone on the cellblock heard his final fall into failure, and now, he really had no one except Ezra and the protection he offered.

“Bow chicka wow wow,” a familiar voice called out. “I’ve always wondered how you’d sound with a dick up your ass. Music to my ears!”

Roman wanted to sink into the bed and die. Jake’s taunting voice rallied others to join in a debate on whether or not this was Roman’s first time being fucked. On the one hand, they argued he sounded like a weak bitch about it, but on the other hand, he moaned like a truly experienced fa—

“Shut up.” Ezra’s demand crackled across the cellblock and brought every voice to a halt and squashed Roman’s anxious thoughts, even if only for a moment.

Ezra wrapped an arm around Roman’s sweaty body and pulled him into an embrace.

“Don’t let them get to you,” he whispered. “No one can ever get to you. Not with me here.”

Roman silently stared at Ezra. He didn’t fully accept his choice, but he made a little room for it, at least tonight. He was exhausted and worn out and desperately needed sleep.

Ezra leaned in close and kissed Roman. He instinctively pulled away but then caught himself. If he could take Ezra’s dick down his throat, surely, he could handle the man’s tongue in his mouth. It was startling, surprising. Ezra seemed mostly content in breaking down Roman’s walls and forcing him to submit, fucking him without mercy, yet now he wanted to hug and hold Roman, to offer him a gentle kiss before bed.

Roman lay awake most of the night, lost in his twisting thoughts and wrapped in Ezra’s arms.