Chapter Nine
The errand had been another effort to show off Roman, to primp and parade him. Roman silently seethed as he waited for his hair dye to set. The flamboyant inmate who’d put the strange concoction made with everything other than actual hair dye stood with a hand on his hip as he leaned into Ezra. The pair made small talk during the wait, Ezra showing no annoyance at the man’s obvious flirting. Roman didn’t know if the community hairstylist wanted protection or simply found Ezra cute. It didn’t matter; Ezra only had eyes for Roman.
Every time the hairstylist joked, playfully touched Ezra’s arm, teased blatant sexual innuendos, and so many other obvious attempts, it failed. Occasionally, Ezra’s eyes would move to Roman, especially if the conversation drifted somewhere sexual. Ezra burrowed holes into Roman with his stare, and Roman could feel himself actually quake a bit with the recollection of their sex. He could feel Ezra’s cock swelling in his throat, making it hard to breathe while he sat and waited. He could feel Ezra’s cock pounding away behind him, hands running over his skin, muscles stretched over his body, dick buried deep inside him.
When the time finally came, the hairstylist took Roman over to the sink in his cell and did his best to rinse out his hair. It took a lot of extra effort, and Roman had to remain bent over for far too long because of the low water pressure in the cells. It made Roman uncomfortable, exposed, raw, and like Ezra would walk up any second and mount him.
Ezra did appear behind Roman, his crotch gliding across Roman’s butt ever so slightly, but he didn’t pull down Roman’s pants. He didn’t make a lewd joke. He didn’t even playfully smack Roman’s butt.
Instead, Ezra gushed with excitement, encouraging Roman to stand while he examined his hair. Roman wished this were his cell—correction, he wished this was the champion’s cell—because then he could look into the full body mirror on the wall and take in his new appearance. He had no way of knowing what color Ezra had chosen, but based on his glee and the cutting comment the hairstylist had made before they began, Roman suspected it would be unappealing.
“Guess I won’t be the fruitiest one strutting down these halls anymore.” The hairstylist swayed with his hands raised in a dainty pose as he retrieved the small hand mirror available and carried it back. “What do you think, Romie?”
Roman glowered at the pet name.
“You look amazing!” Ezra insisted, commanded, his voice booming and drawing the attention of those nearby.
Roman ignored the snickers as he took in his appearance. His ruffled brown hair had been slightly trimmed to help frame his face, but it was no longer a dark brown. Instead, Ezra had dyed Roman’s hair a bright bubblegum pink.
“You like it, right?” Ezra asked.
Roman stared at two men in the doorway, not even hiding their laughter at this point, and the words Roman considered failed him.
“Is there a fucking comedy show I missed?” Ezra turned quickly, finally acknowledging the pair. “Please, share the joke with me.”
One of the men swallowed hard as Ezra approached.
“I would like to laugh.” Ezra shrugged. “I love a strong laugh. Does the body good. Please, share your joke with me.”
“It’s nothing,” one man said.
“Then you should take your nothing and go somewhere else.” Ezra glared, using his eyes to direct their exit. “Before I leave you with nothing.”
Without missing a beat, he then turned and smiled at Roman, unfazed by the exchange a moment ago.
“Do you like it?”
Roman didn’t respond.
“I do hope you like it.” Ezra made a pouty face.
“It wouldn’t be my first choice,” Roman admitted, handing the mirror off to the hairstylist. “But if it makes you happy, then I’m happy.”
“Because my happiness is all you care about, right?” Ezra asked.
Roman didn’t know what to say. Agreeing felt like admitting he’d fully surrendered, and he wasn’t certain he was ready for that. Disagreeing felt like he opened himself up to more horrors, more tests of submission meant to break his spirits. Silence would fail him, though. Ezra’s sweet expression had already begun to twist into something angry.
“What are best friends for, right?” Roman finally said, breathing easy when Ezra’s green eyes lit up at the question and a half smile.
When they reached the cafeteria, Roman took his tray of food. Not that the champion title came with too many perks on the cheap food here, but he did notice the freshest fruit and extra candy snacks on Ezra’s plate.
Roman stared at the mashed potatoes that were somehow flaky and soupy all at once. They tasted worse than they looked, but Roman’s stomach begged for sustenance. All the time he’d spent in isolation taught him to stop looking down on the gross trays in favor of the expensive commissary snacks he no longer had access to anyway.
“Here.” Ezra set his candy bar on Roman’s tray.
“What?” Roman didn’t know how to react.
“Something almost as sweet as you.”
That made Roman’s face twist with annoyance.
“No thanks.” He slid the bar back.
“Take it,” Ezra insisted. “We both know you’re gonna earn it later. Might as well enjoy one thing today.”
Roman’s stomach sank, and he accepted the candy bar.
“Levi!” Ezra called out, and Roman’s entire body trembled.
He turned to find Levi standing a few feet away, frozen as a group of guys continued, and gave a sheepish smile. Roman wanted to smile back, wanted to compliment the new haircut he sported. It framed his face well, unlike the longer, grungy style he’d committed to for far too long. Roman’s face burned when he realized Levi could see his new hairstyle too, a style that screamed pet.
“How they treating you over at cellblock D?” Ezra asked. “No one hassling you about their D, right?”
Levi coughed, an uncomfortable thing he’d do when he wanted to laugh, but he knew he shouldn’t. That almost brought a smile to Roman’s face. He understood Levi’s need to hide his happiness at the sight of his fallen friend, but it sent a thrill through Roman to know Levi had happiness to hide.
“It’s been good,” Levi answered. “Nice group, and yeah.”
“You’re welcome,” Ezra said. “It’s hard pulling strings. Everyone wants something, you know?”
Levi grimaced at Roman, an apologetic gaze in his eyes. Everyone did want something, and Levi knew all too well what Ezra wanted from Roman and the price he’d paid. Roman could feel every unsaid word between their stare-off, and his jaw tightened as he fought back the words he wanted to say. The words he couldn’t say. Levi had protection in the form of Ezra declaring he was off limits. Roman found himself too ashamed to talk with Levi, too lost to find a way back to his friend. He was grateful Ezra kept his word and glad to see Levi didn’t look roughed up or worn ragged like the last time he saw him.
Roman didn’t think his life had much of a future, nothing worth crawling toward, but seeing Levi shine a bit and thrive in this hellscape gave him a bit of hope in his decision. Dying in the dark alone and forgotten with a wolf mask would’ve been an easy out, but Roman didn’t wanna give up. Not yet, at least. He just didn’t know how to find a light at the end of this tunnel.
After lunch, Ezra dragged Roman with him to the public bathroom outside the cafeteria. Unlike the toilet in their cell or the toilets in the shower room, these bathrooms had stalls. Someone had told Roman it was because they originally made them for the C.O.s, but Roman didn’t know if that was true or just a rumor.
“Christ, I love your hair.” Ezra ran his fingers through Roman’s ruffled bubblegum pink locks and got a solid grip. “I just wanna play with it all day.”
With that, he squeezed tighter, pulling Roman’s head back as he pushed him into a stall.
“It just gets me so fucking hard,” Ezra growled. “You wanna help me out with that?”
“What are friends for?” Roman asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer but awaiting Ezra’s next command.
He really didn’t want to get fucked in this bathroom, the idea of standing hunched over so Ezra could fuck him, the fact he knew how brutal each thrust would be so Ezra could elicit a moan, a noise, anything so any passerby would hear Roman getting bitched out. Most of all, his stomach felt a bit queasy after eating, and he worried he wouldn’t have full control over how his body would react to Ezra’s dick ramming his insides.
“Get on your fucking knees.” Ezra gripped Roman’s pink hair and pushed him down.
Roman dropped to his knees and fished out Ezra’s cock. He hadn’t been lying about being hard. His ten-inch dick was already throbbing by the time Roman released it from the elastic band on his boxers. Ezra didn’t wait another second. Once his cock was out, he shoved it right into Roman’s mouth. When Roman gurgled and choked on Ezra’s dick, Ezra groaned with satisfaction and pulled his dick back before ramming it in a second time. This time, Roman felt the head hit the back of his throat, and he gagged in protest.
Ezra kept a firm grip on Roman’s hair, holding his head in place every time he thrusted his cock in and out of Roman’s mouth. All Roman did was stretch his jaw to its limit and hope Ezra finished soon. He teared up about a minute into the brutal face fucking. His head remained firmly in place, hitting the stall door as Ezra went faster and harder. To keep from outright crying at the gagged reactions, Roman rolled his eyes up, locking them onto Ezra.
His mind wandered in a hundred places while Ezra violently used his throat. Mostly, Roman thought back to Levi’s new haircut and suddenly imagined Levi during this encounter, during this blowjob, and the bizarre fascination made Roman’s dick throb almost as hard as Ezra’s.
Levi wouldn’t leer down at Roman like Ezra. Levi wouldn’t steal the air without offering something else. Levi would stroke Roman in return, or at least allow him to stroke himself while his dick painfully throbbed, seeking reprieve. Roman didn’t truly know what Levi would do, but the fantasy helped him commit to his current reality. His own dick leaked precum as he took in more of Ezra’s cock, mind lost on Levi.
Ezra’s face had turned vicious, covered in a glean of sweat, and had a ruthless unblinking glare the entire time he fucked Roman’s face.
Roman wondered if Ezra looked this menacing every time he fucked Roman. It wasn’t animalistic or primal. It was hatred. There was a dark glint, a dreadful satisfaction every time Roman wriggled, choked, gasped, or gagged on Ezra’s cock. Eventually, Ezra moved his thumbs, still keeping a solid grip on Roman’s hair but moving just enough so he could wipe the building well of tears in Roman’s eyes. He fought against the urge to cry, not wanting to surrender that piece of himself, but every time Ezra rammed his dick further than Roman’s gag reflex could handle, he found himself becoming a bit splotchy.
“You love this dick, don’t you?” Ezra continued face fucking Roman, finally releasing one of his hands, but only long enough to smack Roman’s face. “Say it.”
Roman remained silent, taking Ezra’s cock deep into his throat.
“Say it,” Ezra demanded, holding his cock all the way inside. When Roman squirmed and tried to back away from the pressure of holding the entirety of Ezra in his mouth, Ezra kept Roman in place. “Say it.”
Roman gurgled, attempting to answer, attempting to say anything, but none of it lessened Ezra’s grip. Finally, Roman unintelligibly attempted to say the words.
“You’re goddamn right you do.” Ezra spat his words, hitting Roman’s face in the process.
How Ezra understood Roman’s poor effort at saying he loved Ezra’s dick, Roman didn’t understand, but he’d finally pulled out of Roman’s throat and gave him a minute to suck in desperate and painful breaths.
Ezra lightly pelted Roman a few more times with his hand and then slapped him with his wet dick until the well of tears broke, and Roman found himself crying and drooling all over Ezra’s cock, much to the other man’s satisfaction. He grunted, fucking Roman’s face harder and keeping the entirety of his cock buried in Roman’s throat as he thrust violently. Finally, he roared as he shot his load. Two powerful jets hit Roman’s throat, which he immediately swallowed, but as Ezra pulled his cock out, he managed a third jet on the tip of Roman’s tongue and lips and a final spurt on Roman’s face.
Roman swallowed the salty cum on his tongue and went to wipe his face and lips clean.
“Don’t,” Ezra demanded, rubbing the slobber of his flaccid dick onto Roman’s face. “You look so pretty covered in my cum.”
Roman shuttered, holding back his rage.
“I want everyone to see how pretty my pink princess is,” Ezra said with a wicked smirk. “Besides, this way, everyone who sees you will know you’re my pretty pink princess.”
A fire grew inside Roman, anger he’d kept buried for as long as possible. The change in Ezra’s expression suggested he could see the glint in Roman’s eyes, the fire threatening to return.
“It’s important they know you’re my pretty pink princess,” Ezra said. “We wouldn’t want anyone else to cover you in their cum, right?”
Roman fumed but said nothing.
“If you don’t want to be my pretty pink princess, that’s okay.” Ezra stared down at Roman, menacing and cruel, with a smirk that revealed more teeth the longer it lasted. “I would never make you do something you don’t want to do. This is a friendship. I want to show everyone how close we are. But if you don’t want to be my friend, I totally understand.”
Roman went to speak, went to say he would do anything for Ezra in their cell, hell even in public apparently, and he’d let him tell him what to do, but there had to be a line somewhere. He couldn’t and shouldn’t have to let other inmates see his face covered in Ezra’s cum. The words died in Roman’s sore throat, and the fire fizzled out of his eyes.
He thought about all the men eyeing him today. He thought about how boldly Jake offered to buy him. He thought about how many people he’d have to fight off and how much harder he’d have to fight now that he’d submitted to Ezra, and everyone knew he was an easy and cheap fuck.
“I’m happy to be your pretty pink princess,” Roman said, swallowing all his disdain and rage.
Ezra’s smile filled his entire face, and he gestured for Roman to stand.
The laughs and cutting comments ate away at Roman the entire walk back to their cellblock, but he survived it. He survived the taunting of his first day as Ezra’s bitch. Ezra’s friend. Ezra’s pretty pink princess.
Roman got a whole two hours of rest until light’s out came around, and Ezra rolled off his bed to join Roman in the bottom bunk.
He ordered Roman to assume the position and spent the night vigorously fucking his hole, calling him a pretty pink princess the entire time. He slapped Roman’s ass multiple times, turning the left cheek a reddish pink, and then went to work on the other side.
“Gotta keep them even,” Ezra said with a harsh smack and brutal thrust.
Ezra eased up when he found a rhythmic pace, pounding into Roman. He wrapped a hand under Roman’s jaw and turned his head, yanking him to face Ezra’s cold stare. Leaning in, Ezra kissed Roman, leading with his tongue at first but soon letting Roman guide their mouths, determine the twist of lips. Roman moaned more than a few times into Ezra’s mouth, breaking away from the kissing and almost unable to handle another pump of Ezra’s cock into him.
Roman whimpered. “Please, finish.”
“You want my cum?”
Roman muffled himself as best he could.
“Say it.” Ezra railed into him. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please, cum.” Roman gritted his teeth. “Please, give me your cum.”
Ezra eased his pace, returning to Roman’s mouth with the pleasure of distracting kisses and gently caressing Roman’s tired body, making him quiver in anticipation. Ezra ran his hands up and down his muscles, lips pressed to Roman, cock buried inside him.
Roman didn’t know if he could do this every day. He didn’t know if his body could handle the intense fucking Ezra demanded from morning to evening. His throat ached, still hoarse and pained from the violent face fucking in the afternoon. His muscles were exhausted from being a literal punching bag during training today. His cock throbbed and twitched from Ezra’s powerful thrusts, and when he came, Ezra’s pounding hit so much harder on Roman’s insides. His ass was tender and tired and so sore, he worried if it’d recover.
When Ezra finally climaxed, he slumped over and lay on top of Roman with his cock still inside him.
“It’ll help your hole adjust,” Ezra whispered, smug and satisfied. “But don’t worry, I’ll ease up on your ass.”
“It’s fine,” Roman lied, willing himself to focus on the good, on the pleasure that came with this arrangement.
“I’ve been a little rough, but you’re so fucking cute it’s impossible not to pound you out.” Ezra kissed Roman’s shoulder, nibbling a bit too. “But I don’t wanna break you. I got way too many plans for my pretty pink princess.”
With that, Ezra kissed Roman on the back of the neck and went to sleep on him, in him, and Roman lay there exhausted, uncomfortable, and unable to sleep.
As Ezra rested, Roman backed up into him, enough to feel the throb and enough to carefully stroke himself to completion. He was supposed to focus on Ezra, on Ezra’s needs, which he’d done and continued to do even now. The man hardened inside Roman once again, adding to the throb of Roman’s own cock. Roman took the precum leaking from his dick and rubbed his palm over the head, using it to add to his silent strokes.
He desperately wanted to feel a little release for himself. Roman bounced his hips just enough to jostle Ezra, just enough to rouse the sleeping giant. He pressed into Roman again, mostly unmoving, but enough to help, enough for Roman to keep his word, enough to bite down on his wrist and stifle his climax as he held back every urge to buck and convulse in ecstasy with Ezra’s cock deep inside him.
It was the best orgasm Roman had ever had. His mind flashed to the other times he’d climaxed with Ezra, but the shame didn’t hit like it had those first times, which added to the pleasure as he continued milking his dick soft. The confusion didn’t consume him like it had while Ezra fucked his face this afternoon and his own cock throbbed.
“That’s a good pretty pink princess. Using me to feel that release. But remember, no hands.” Ezra stroked Roman’s hair, chuckling a bit at the reveal he hadn’t dozed off entirely, and then he quietly rested again.
Roman ignored every choice that led him here and flopped down into a pool of his own cum, too exhausted with Ezra atop him and the calm release of finishing.
It wasn’t much, but Roman got a peaceful night’s sleep after a suffocating day.