The warden's office smelled like old coffee and cheaper leather. Behind the desk, Captain Ryland adjusted the framed photo of his daughter’s graduation — third time that morning — and pretended not to notice the way his assistant, Corporal Hines, was hovering just inside the door like a nervous bird.
"Sir," Hines finally said, "the memo from Regional just came in."
Ryland didn't look up from his desk. "Which one?" His fingers tapped the edge of the photo frame, its glass smudged from too much handling. The last memo had been about reducing meal portions. The one before that, cutting recreational hours.
Hines cleared his throat. "Budget directive, sir. Effective immediately." He hesitated, then slid the paper across the desk like it might explode.
Ryland’s fingers stilled on the photo frame. The memo wasn’t long — Regional never wasted ink on explanations — but the words seemed to rearrange themselves into sharper, crueler shapes as he read: Discontinuation of prisoner attire. Laundry services suspended. All personal clothing to be confiscated by end of shift. His jaw tightened. "They’re serious about this?"
Hines shifted his weight. "Signed by the Commissioner himself, sir."
Ryland exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled, the way he did before range qualifications. His daughter's graduation photo stared back at him — her smile pressed between glass and cheap particle board, her gown crisp and proper. He wondered what she'd think of him enforcing this.
"Call the guards to the yard," he said at last. "Full assembly, no exceptions." Hines blinked but didn't argue, already reaching for the intercom.
The yard buzzed like a kicked hornet’s nest when the prisoners realized this wasn’t just another headcount. Guards lined the perimeter, rifles loose but ready, while Ryland climbed onto the makeshift platform — a repurposed shipping crate still smelling of diesel and rust. He didn’t need the megaphone. The silence came sharp and sudden when he held up the memo.
"Effective immediately," Ryland announced, voice cutting through the humid air, "all prisoner clothing is being confiscated." A beat. Then the yard erupted. Curses, laughter, a few half-hearted cheers from the chronically unpredictable. One man near the front — Mendez, serving fifteen for armed robbery — crossed his arms over his chest. "What the hell? You mean … confiscated?"
Ryland watched Mendez’s hands tighten around his own biceps, fingers digging into the faded gray fabric of his prison-issue shirt like he could physically anchor himself to it. The yard’s initial chaos settled into a low, simmering murmur — disbelief, calculation, the occasional bark of laughter from someone already too broken to care.
"Confiscated," Ryland repeated, and this time he let the word hang, heavy as the humid air. "Laundry services are suspended. Personal clothing will be collected by 1800 hours." A ripple of movement passed through the crowd — shoulders hunching, jaws working, the subconscious twitch of men realizing they were about to lose the last layer between themselves and the world.
Mendez was the first to strip. Not because he wanted to, but because two guards flanked him before he could protest further, their hands already tugging at his sleeves. The shirt came off with a single, brutal yank, seams splitting at the shoulders. Around him, other prisoners hesitated — some clutching at their collars, others staring blankly as if waiting for the punchline. The yard smelled of sweat and hot concrete, the air thick with the tension of men realizing they were no longer being given a choice.
Ryland watched from the platform, arms crossed, jaw set. He’d seen men break under less — bad food, solitary, the slow erosion of dignity — but this was different. This wasn’t just discomfort; it was exposure. A guard tossed Mendez’s shirt onto a growing pile near the gate, the fabric landing with a limp finality. One by one, the others followed suit, some stripping with exaggerated shrugs, others moving mechanically, like they were already dissociating from their own skin. A wiry man near the back — Anders, in for tax fraud — folded his pants neatly before handing them over, as if that small act of order might salvage something.
The pile of clothes grew into a sad, crumpled mountain at the edge of the yard, a heap of faded grays and worn blues that still held the ghost-shapes of the men who'd worn them. Ryland watched Anders step back from the pile, his hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know where to put them now that they were empty. The man’s ribs stood out stark under his skin, his shoulders hunched as if bracing against a cold wind — but the air was thick and muggy, clinging to every bare inch of flesh.
Nearby, Mendez hadn’t moved since the guards had taken his shirt. He stood with his arms crossed, fingers digging into his own biceps hard enough to leave crescents in his tanned skin. His jaw worked silently, his eyes locked on Ryland like he was trying to transmit some unspoken fury through sheer willpower. Ryland met his gaze without blinking. He’d seen that look before — in mirrors, in interrogation rooms, in the faces of men who’d just realized they’d lost something they couldn’t name.
Ryland stepped off the platform, his boots crunching on the gravel as he moved toward Mendez. The prisoners instinctively parted, creating a silent corridor between them. Up close, Mendez’s breathing was ragged, his nostrils flaring with each exhale. "Are you happy now?" he spat, his voice low enough that only Ryland could hear.
Ryland didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced at the pile of clothes — now being loaded into a guard’s truck — then back at Mendez. "It's not my call," he said, quieter than he’d intended.
The truck's engine growled as it pulled away, its tires kicking up gravel that pinged against the chain-link fence. The prisoners stood motionless in the yard, their bare skin glistening under the sun, their shadows pooling around their feet like spilled ink. No one moved until the gate clanged shut behind the truck — a sound that seemed to snap some invisible tension. The guards herded them back inside with a new kind of hesitation, their eyes skittering away from the sea of exposed flesh, as if they weren't sure where to look anymore.
The walk back to the cells was silent, save for the shuffle of bare feet on concrete. The air inside the prison smelled of mildew and industrial cleaner, but now it carried something else — something raw and unknowable. Mendez kept his shoulders squared, his jaw set, but his fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the effort it took not to cover himself. Anders, walking beside him, had folded his arms over his chest, his elbows sharp as knife blades. His lips moved silently, like he was reciting something to himself — a prayer, a mantra, or maybe just numbers from one of his old tax schemes.
SIX YEARS LATER
"Do you ever think about how weird it is that we don't even own socks?" The deep voice rumbled from the top bunk, followed by a quiet chuckle.
Jake stretched on the lower cot, the familiar squeak of prison-issue springs accompanying his movement. Morning light filtered through the narrow security glass, casting striped shadows across his bare thighs. "After six years of the mandatory nudity policy, you stop noticing," he said, scratching his chest absently. "Hell, I'd feel weird wearing any clothes now."
The chuckle turned into a full laugh above him, the sound rich and warm like sunlight hitting concrete. "Remember that time they brought in that new guard?" The bunk creaked as Troy shifted his weight, the scent of clean sweat and warm skin drifting downward. "The kid couldn't stop staring at my dick during pat-down. I thought he'd pass out when I got half-hard just to fuck with him."
Jake grinned, rolling onto his side and letting his hand trail lazily down over his own washboard abs. "Asshole. You traumatized poor Rodriguez for weeks." His fingers brushed through coarse hair, idly circling but not yet committing. The air between them hummed with the easy tension of men who'd shared everything — rage, boredom, the occasional smuggled candy bar — and now this too.
The bunk creaked again as Troy swung his legs over the edge, landing with a soft thud beside Jake’s cot. His bare feet pressed into the cold concrete floor, but he didn’t seem to mind — none of them did anymore. Troy’s cock, already half-hard from their banter, swayed slightly as he crouched down, his knees popping audibly. He grinned, reaching out to brush Jake’s hand aside and take over where he’d left off, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles through Jake’s pubic hair. "You’re thinkin’ too hard," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Like you’re still tryin’ to figure out if this is allowed."
Jake exhaled, letting his thighs fall open wider, his own arousal twitching against his stomach. "Nah," he said, watching Troy’s face. "Just wondering how you still smell like fucking soap when all we get to wash with is that prison-grade slime."
Troy’s grin widened, his calloused fingers sliding lower, skimming the sensitive skin just above Jake’s cock without quite touching it. "Trade secret," he murmured, leaning in until his breath warmed Jake’s collarbone. "I swiped a bar from the guard’s break room last month. Been savoring it." His other hand settled on Jake’s hip, thumb stroking the sharp ridge of bone there — a gesture so familiar it made Jake’s chest tighten. They’d learned each other’s bodies in fragments over the years: first in hurried, fumbling encounters between headcounts, then in slow, lazy mornings like this one, where time stretched thin but never quite snapped.
Jake arched into the touch, his thick circumcised cock engorging steadily under Troy’s teasing attention. "You’re a damn criminal," he said, but the words came out breathless, ruined by the way Troy’s palm finally cupped him, warm and heavy. Troy laughed, the sound vibrating against Jake’s throat as he pressed a kiss there, open-mouthed and unhurried. "Yeah," he agreed, nipping lightly at Jake’s pulse point. "That’s why we’re here, genius."
Jake’s breath hitched as Troy’s fingers curled around him properly, his grip firm but not rough, the way he knew Jake liked it after all this time. The calluses on Troy’s palms dragged deliciously against his skin, coaxing a low groan from his throat. “You still got that magic touch,” Jake murmured, hips lifting slightly into the contact, his body arching like a bowstring under Troy’s hands.
Troy hummed in response, his mouth trailing lower, tracing the dip between Jake’s collarbones with his tongue before biting gently at the swell of his pec. “Magic, huh?” He chuckled, the vibration sending a shiver through Jake’s body. “Nah, just practice.” His free hand slid up Jake’s side, fingers splaying over his ribs before thumbing at a nipple, rolling it lazily between his fingers until it peaked under his touch. Jake hissed, his cock twitching in Troy’s grip, already leaking against his belly.
Jake’s breath came faster now, his hips lifting in tiny, involuntary jerks as Troy’s hand worked him with slow, practiced strokes. The drag of skin on skin was slick with precum, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet cell. Troy’s mouth moved lower, tongue tracing the ridge of Jake’s hipbone before he dipped down to press a kiss to the crease of his thigh, warm and lingering. Jake’s fingers tangled in Troy’s hair, not guiding, just holding on as the heat pooled low in his belly, thick and insistent.
Troy glanced up, meeting Jake’s gaze with a smirk that was equal parts mischief and affection. “You’re gonna cum if I keep doing this,” he murmured, his thumb swiping over the head of Jake’s cock, spreading the wetness there.
Jake groaned, his grip tightening slightly in Troy’s hair. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough. “So?”
Troy laughed softly, leaning in to press another kiss to Jake’s midriff before sitting back on his heels. “So,” he said, shifting closer until his knees bracketed Jake’s hips, “maybe I wanna do something else first.”
Jake’s breath caught as Troy settled over him, their bodies slotting together with the ease of long familiarity. The heat of Troy’s skin against his own was electric, the rough scrape of his thighs against Jake’s hips sending a shudder through him. Troy’s cock, thick and heavy, pressed against Jake’s stomach, already slick with arousal. Jake reached up, fingers tracing the curve of Troy’s jaw before sliding into his hair, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss. Troy groaned into his mouth, his hips rolling forward in an instinctive grind that made Jake’s toes curl against the thin prison mattress.
Troy broke the kiss with a soft nip to Jake’s lower lip, his hands sliding beneath Jake’s thighs, lifting him effortlessly. Jake hooked his legs over Troy’s shoulders without hesitation, his body pliant and trusting. Troy’s breath hitched as he leaned in, nuzzling the crease of Jake’s thigh before licking a slow, wet stripe from his balls to the base of his cock. Jake gasped, his back arching off the cot, his fingers tightening in Troy’s hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, hips twitching upward as Troy’s tongue circled his rim, teasing but not pressing in yet. “You’re such a goddamn tease.”
Troy exhaled a warm laugh against Jake's inner thigh, his breath sending another shiver through Jake's body. "Me, a tease?" he murmured, dragging his tongue lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind Jake's balls and then to his asshole. "Nah. I just like taking my time with you." His hands slid further under Jake's thighs, fingers kneading the firm muscle there as his mouth returned to its slow, deliberate work. Jake's hips jerked when Troy's tongue finally pressed in — just a little at first, just enough to make Jake's breath stutter — then deeper, wet and hot and perfect.
Jake's fingers tightened in Troy's hair, his thighs trembling against Troy's shoulders. "Christ," he muttered, his voice cracking on the word as Troy's tongue worked him open with slow, relentless circles. The stretch burned just enough to make his cock twitch against his midriff, already dripping onto his own abs. Troy hummed approvingly, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through Jake's body, his toes curling against Troy's back.
Jake’s breath came in ragged bursts now, his body arching as Troy’s tongue pressed deeper, the slick heat of it driving him wild. He could feel Troy’s fingers digging into the backs of his thighs, holding him steady as he worked him open with slow, deliberate strokes. The stretch was delicious, just shy of too much, and Jake’s cock throbbed against his belly, beads of precum glistening in the morning light. “Fuck, Troy —” he managed, his voice rough with want. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Troy pulled back just enough to grin up at him, his lips wet and swollen. “Nah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of Jake’s knee. “Just makin’ sure you’re ready.” His hands shifted, one sliding down to cradle Jake’s ass while the other reached between them, fingers wrapping around his own cock. Jake watched, mesmerized, as Troy stroked himself lazily, his thumb swiping over the head to spread the wetness there. The sight of him — muscles taut, skin flushed, cock heavy in his hand — was enough to make Jake’s abs tighten with anticipation.
Jake’s breath hitched when Troy’s fingers slid from his own cock to Jake’s entrance, pressing in alongside his tongue. The stretch burned sweetly, and Jake let his head fall back against the thin pillow, his thighs trembling around Troy’s shoulders. Troy’s tongue curled inside him, coaxing another groan from Jake’s throat as his fingers worked deeper, twisting gently to find Jake’s prostate. “There —” Jake gasped, his hips jerking upward when Troy’s fingertips brushed over it, electric and perfect.
Troy chuckled, the sound vibrating against Jake’s skin as he withdrew his fingers and tongue, replacing them with the blunt pressure of his cockhead. Jake’s legs tightened around him instinctively, heels digging into the small of Troy’s back as he pushed in slow, so fucking slow, the stretch a molten ache that made Jake’s toes curl. Troy’s hands gripped Jake’s hips, thumbs pressing into the divots there as he bottomed out, their bodies flush, sweat already slick between them. For a moment, neither moved — just breathed, Troy’s forehead pressed to Jake’s collarbone, Jake’s fingers tangled in his hair.
The first slow thrust punched the air from Jake’s lungs. Troy moved with the precision of a man who’d memorized every hitch of Jake’s breath, every twitch of muscle beneath his hands. His hips rolled in deep, languid strokes that made the cot creak in protest, the sound swallowed by Jake’s bitten-off moan. Troy’s thumbs pressed harder into Jake’s hipbones, holding him steady as he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in with a groan that rumbled through Jake’s chest.
Jake’s cock leaked against his belly untouched, the head flushed dark and wet. He scrabbled at Troy’s shoulders, blunt nails dragging over sweat-slick skin. “Fuck — faster,” he gasped, arching up into the next thrust. Troy laughed breathlessly against his throat, nipping at his jaw. “Patience,” he murmured, punctuating the word with another slow, grinding push that made Jake’s thighs tremble.
Jake growled, his fingers tightening in Troy’s hair as he yanked his head back just enough to glare at him. “Patience my ass,” he muttered, hips lifting to meet Troy’s next thrust with a sharp snap that punched a groan from both of them. Troy’s laugh dissolved into a ragged exhale, his rhythm stuttering for just a second before he obliged, driving into Jake harder, faster, the slap of skin echoing off the cell walls.
The cot squeaked violently beneath them, the sound almost rhythmic alongside their mingled breaths. Jake’s back arched off the thin mattress, every nerve alight as Troy’s cock dragged over his prostate with each deep stroke. Precum smeared between them, slicking Jake’s abs where their bodies pressed together, Troy’s hips rolling in a way that made Jake’s vision blur at the edges. “There— fuck, right there,” Jake gasped, his voice cracking as Troy angled his thrusts just so, the sweet spot lighting him up from the inside.
Troy’s rhythm faltered for just a second, his hips stuttering as Jake’s words punched through him. He adjusted his stance slightly, bracing one knee more firmly against the cot’s edge, and drove back in with renewed focus, nailing that spot again with a precision that made Jake’s thighs clamp around him like a vise. “Yeah?” Troy murmured, his voice rough with exertion. He dragged his teeth over Jake’s collarbone, not hard enough to mark, just enough to make Jake shudder beneath him. “You like that?” His hand slid between them, his fingers wrapping around Jake’s cock in time with his thrusts, matching the pace perfectly.
Jake’s breath came in ragged bursts, his hips lifting frantically into the dual stimulation. The heat pooling low in his gut was almost unbearable now, coiled tight and ready to snap. Troy’s thumb swiped over his slit, smearing precum down his length, and Jake’s back bowed off the cot with a choked-off groan. “Fuck — Troy, I’m close,” he managed, his voice breaking on the words. His fingers dug into Troy’s shoulders, his blunt nails leaving crescent indents in the sweat-slick skin.
Troy’s chuckle was breathless against Jake’s throat, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. “I know,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around Jake’s cock just enough to make him hiss. “I can feel it.” And he could — the way Jake’s body clenched around him, hot and perfect, the way his breath hitched every time Troy’s cock dragged over his prostate. Troy’s own release coiled low in his gut, a tight, insistent pressure building with every thrust, every muffled noise Jake made beneath him.
Jake’s thighs trembled against Troy’s sides, his toes curling against the small of Troy’s back as pleasure wound tighter and tighter inside him. Troy’s hand on his cock was relentless, his strokes firm and steady, matching the rhythm of his hips. Jake’s head tipped back, his throat working around a silent gasp as his abs tightened, his body tensing like a bowstring drawn too tight. “Fuck — fuck, Troy —” he managed, his voice raw.
Troy didn't answer — couldn't, not with the way Jake's body clenched around him like a fist. Instead he pressed their foreheads together, breathing ragged against Jake's lips as his thrusts turned uneven, hips stuttering with the effort to hold on just a little longer. Jake's fingers scrambled down Troy's sweat-slick back, nails digging into the dimples above his ass, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. The cot groaned beneath them, metal protesting as Jake arched up with a broken noise, his cock pulsing in Troy's hand.
Hot stripes of sperm painted Jake's abdomen as he came, his body tightening impossibly around Troy in waves that dragged a guttural moan from both of them. Troy's rhythm fractured completely, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic as Jake milked him through it, thighs clamped tight around Troy's waist. He buried his face in Jake's neck with a muffled curse, hips jerking erratically as he spilled his cum inside him, the heat between them bordering on unbearable.
Jake’s chest heaved as Troy collapsed onto him, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together in the humid cell air. The scent of sex hung thick between them — musk and salt and the faint scent of the stolen soap Troy had hoarded like contraband. Jake’s fingers, still tangled in Troy’s hair, loosened slowly, stroking through the damp strands as their breathing evened out in unison.
Troy nuzzled Jake’s throat, his lips brushing the fluttering pulse there. “Are you okay?” he murmured, the words vibrating against Jake’s skin.
Jake exhaled a laugh that shook both their bodies, his fingers still tracing lazy circles through Troy's hair. "More than okay," he murmured, the words rough with satisfaction. His other hand slid down Troy's back, fingertips skating over the sweat-slicked dimples above his ass. "Just trying to decide if I should thank you or the warden for outlawing clothes for the inmates."
Troy snorted against his collarbone, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through Jake's oversensitive skin. "I'm pretty sure the warden didn't have this in mind," he said, shifting just enough that his softening cock slipped free, making Jake gasp at the sudden emptiness. Troy chuckled, pressing a kiss to Jake's sternum before rolling onto his side, their shoulders bumping companionably on the narrow cot. "You wanna fuck me now?"
"Give me a few minutes to recover," Jake responded.
Jake turned his head to watch Troy stretch, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing in a way that made his own spent cock twitch with renewed interest. The morning light caught the sweat still glistening on Troy’s skin, highlighting the scars and ink that mapped his body like a story Jake had memorized by touch. "You're insatiable," Jake muttered, though there was no bite to it — just warmth, the kind that settled deep in his ribs after six years of this.
Troy grinned, rolling onto his stomach and propping his chin on one hand. His free fingers traced idle circles on Jake's hip, the touch feather-light. "Nah," he said, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin where Jake's thigh met his groin. "Just making the most of headcount being late." His fingers trailed higher, skimming Jake's abdomen where his cum had started to dry in sticky streaks. "Besides," he added, leaning in to nip at Jake's earlobe, "you're the one who taught me patience is overrated."
The heavy clang of boots against concrete echoed down the cellblock before the shadow fell across their cot. Rocco’s silhouette filled the doorway, his prison guard uniform shirt straining over biceps thick enough to make the seams whimper. He leaned against the bars with the casual arrogance of a man who knew exactly how his presence affected inmates — especially naked, spent ones. "Good morning, gents," he rumbled, his gaze dragging over their tangled limbs, the sweat drying on Jake’s abs, the way Troy’s fingers still absently traced circles on Jake’s hip. "Looks like you started the party without me."
Troy didn’t bother covering up, just stretched like a sun-warmed cat, his thighs falling open wider in invitation. "You’re late," he said, grinning as Rocco’s nostrils flared at the scent of sex hanging thick in the air. "Again."
Rocco's grin widened as he unhooked the baton from his belt, tapping it idly against his palm. His eyes darkened as they flicked between Troy's splayed thighs and Jake's lazy smirk. "Late means I missed the warmup," he murmured, stepping fully into the cell. The door clanged shut behind him with a finality that made Jake's cock twitch against his thigh. "But I can think of ways to make up for lost time."
Troy rolled onto his back, knees falling open shamelessly as Rocco's gaze raked over him. "Got something specific in mind, Officer?" His voice dripped with challenge, fingers trailing down his own chest to circle a nipple.
Rocco's chuckle was low and rough as he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. "You always were greedy, Anderson." The leather slid free with a whisper, his uniform pants gaping to reveal thick thighs and the shadow of his erection. "How about we fill that hungry ass of yours proper? Me and Jake here —" His boot nudged Jake's calf. "— at the same time."
Jake's breath hitched, his spent cock thickening at the mental image. Troy's answering moan was obscenely loud in the small cell, his hips lifting off the cot like he could already feel them. "Fuck yes," he growled, spreading his legs wider. "Been dreaming about taking you both since lockdown."
Rocco's belt hit the concrete with a metallic clatter before Jake even registered the guard had moved. The man stripped with the efficiency of someone who'd done this before — boots kicked off in opposite corners, shirt buttons popping open under thick fingers without hesitation. His undershirt followed in one smooth motion, revealing a hairy chest crisscrossed with old scars and a trail of dark hair running down past his navel. Jake watched, fascinated, as Rocco's pants pooled around his ankles, the fabric catching briefly on the swell of his calves before he stepped free. His cock, thick and already half-hard, curved proudly against his belly, the head glistening with a bead of moisture that caught the morning light.
Troy whistled low from the cot, rolling onto his side to get a better view. "Damn, Officer," he murmured, fingers tracing his own bottom lip. "You been skipping rec time to hit the weights?" His grin widened as Rocco's hand slid down to grip himself, giving a slow, deliberate stroke that made Jake's mouth go dry.
Rocco's smirk deepened as he rolled his shoulders, the movement making the ink coiled around his biceps ripple like living things. "Something like that," he rumbled, stepping forward until his knees bumped the cot's edge. His knuckles brushed Jake's thigh — a casual dominance that sent a shiver up his spine — before turning his attention to Troy. "You sure you can handle both of us at once, stud?"
Troy exhaled a laugh through his nose, stretching his arms above his head in a way that arched his back obscenely. "Try me."
Jake watched, his breath shallow, as Rocco knelt on the cot, his weight making the metal frame groan in protest. The guard’s thighs bracketed Troy’s hips, his calloused hands sliding up Troy’s torso with a possessiveness that made Jake’s cock twitch against his thigh. Rocco leaned down, his breath hot against Troy’s ear. "You ever taken two before?" he murmured, teeth grazing the shell of Troy’s ear.
Troy’s grin was all challenge, his fingers digging into Rocco’s biceps. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" he shot back, arching up to grind against Rocco’s hardness. The guard growled, his grip tightening on Troy’s hips as he pinned him to the cot with a roll of his hips that made Troy’s breath hitch.
Rocco’s hand slid between Troy’s thighs with the casual authority of a man who owned every inch of the cellblock. His fingers pressed against Troy’s rim, and Troy arched off the cot with a sharp gasp, his cock twitching against his belly. "Christ, you’re tight," Rocco muttered, his breath hot against Troy’s throat. He worked one thick finger in without preamble, twisting it just enough to make Troy’s thighs tremble.
Rocco's finger crooked inside Troy, pressing against that sweet spot with a precision that made Troy's whole body jerk. "Fuck —" Troy gasped, his hands scrabbling at the thin mattress as Rocco added a second finger, the stretch burning just enough to make his cock drip onto his stomach. "It's been a while since — ah! — since anyone bothered prep work."
Jake watched from his sprawl against the wall, his own cock filling again at the sight — Troy's thighs shaking, Rocco's thick fingers working him open with rough efficiency. The guard's other hand pinned Troy's hip to the cot, his thumb digging into the divot of bone there hard enough to leave a mark. "That's 'cause most guys don't know how to appreciate a tight ass," Rocco rumbled, twisting his wrist to drag a moan from Troy's throat.
The cot groaned beneath them as Rocco leaned forward, his fingers still buried deep in Troy's ass, his lips brushing Troy's ear. "You gonna beg for it now, inmate?" His voice was rough, the words barely more than a growl that sent a visible shiver down Troy's spine.
Troy's laugh came out breathless, his hips lifting into Rocco's touch. "Fuck no," he managed, though his voice cracked when Rocco twisted his fingers just right. "But I will if you want me to."
Jake shifted on the cot, his own cock thickening again as he watched Rocco's fingers slide free, glistening in the dim light. The guard spat into his palm, slicking himself with a few rough strokes before lining up against Troy's stretched hole. Rocco's smirk was downright predatory as he pressed in, the thick head of his cock stretching Troy open with a slow, relentless push that made Troy's fingers claw at the mattress. "Fuck —" Troy hissed, his back arching off the cot, his thighs trembling around Rocco's hips. "Jesus, you're huge."
Rocco's chuckle was dark as he paused, hips flush against Troy's ass, letting the man adjust to the stretch. "Yeah," he murmured, dragging his calloused palm down Troy's flank, "I've heard that before." His thumb dug into the dimple above Troy's hipbone, possessive and rough, before he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in with a snap of his hips that made the cot shriek. Troy's groan punched through the cell, his fingers scrabbling at Rocco's forearms as the guard set a brutal, perfect rhythm — deep enough to steal his breath, sharp enough to make his thighs shake.
Jake watched, transfixed, from where he'd propped himself against the wall, his hand lazily stroking his own hardening cock. The sight of Rocco's thick thighs flexing with each thrust, the way Troy's body yielded to him — it was obscenely beautiful, raw in a way that made Jake's pulse throb in his throat. Rocco glanced over, catching Jake's gaze as he pistoned into Troy with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. "You just gonna watch?" he rasped, sweat beading along his collarbones. "Or you gonna help me wreck him proper?"
Jake exhaled sharply through his nose, pushing off the wall in one fluid motion. His knees hit the cot's edge as Rocco's next thrust drove Troy's hips upward, the sight of Troy's cock bouncing against his belly almost hypnotic. "Oh, I'm helping," Jake murmured, fingers wrapping around Troy's throat — not tight, just enough to feel the swallow beneath his palm. Troy's answering groan vibrated against his hand, his eyes darkening as Jake leaned down to bite his collarbone.
Rocco slowed his pace just enough to watch Jake's fingers trail lower, tracing the sweat-slicked valley between Troy's pecs. "Front or back?" Rocco growled, his grip tightening on Troy's hips as Jake's thumb swiped over a nipple, coaxing it into a tight peak.
Jake's grin was wicked as he dragged his palm down Troy's heaving chest, fingers circling a nipple before pinching just hard enough to make Troy buck beneath Rocco's weight. "Front," he murmured, his free hand wrapping around Troy's cock with a possessive squeeze. "I want to see his face when we wreck him."
Rocco's answering chuckle was dark as he shifted his stance, knees digging into the thin mattress as he pulled Troy's hips higher, angling him just right. Troy's breath hitched when Rocco bottomed out again, his thick cock stretching Troy impossibly wide, the obscene slap of skin echoing off the cell walls. "Fuck —" Troy gasped, his fingers clawing at Jake's forearm as Jake's grip tightened around his cock in sync with Rocco's thrusts. "Jesus Christ —"
Jake's cockhead nudged against Troy's stretched rim, already slick with Rocco's precum. The heat radiating from Troy's ass was dizzying — a molten vise that made Jake's breath catch as he pressed forward. Troy whimpered beneath them, his thighs trembling violently when Jake's thickness joined Rocco's, both cocks forcing his hole wider in a relentless stretch that bordered on unbearable.
Rocco hissed through clenched teeth, his forehead dropping onto Troy's shoulder as Jake's cock slid against his own shaft — an electrifying friction that made his hips jerk involuntarily. "Fuck," Rocco growled, the word vibrating against Troy's sweat-slicked skin. "You feel that, Anderson? Both of us splitting you open?"
Troy's entire body convulsed between them as a strangled sob tore from his throat. His cock jerked against Jake's fist, precum leaking in thick strings that smeared across his abs with each frantic thrust from Rocco. "Fuck — fuck, I can't —" Troy babbled, his fingers scrabbling at Jake's wrist, his hips lifting helplessly into the dual penetration. "Feels like you're gonna tear me in half —"
Jake groaned, his forehead dropping to Troy's collarbone as he pushed deeper, the slick drag of Rocco's cock alongside his own nearly unbearable. "You're taking it so good," he muttered against Troy's sweat-slick skin, his thumb circling the weeping head of Troy's cock. "Look at you — stretched around both of us like you were made for it."
Troy’s breath came in ragged bursts as their rhythm found its groove — Rocco’s hips driving forward just as Jake pulled back, their cocks sliding against each other inside him in a relentless, alternating pressure that left no inch of him untouched. The stretch was obscene, the friction unbearable, every thrust sending white-hot sparks up Troy’s spine as his prostate took the brunt of their synchronized assault.
Jake’s grip on Troy’s cock tightened in time with Rocco’s next thrust, his thumb swiping over the slick head just as Rocco’s hips snapped forward, nailing Troy’s prostate with brutal precision. Troy arched off the cot with a strangled cry, his thighs trembling violently around their hips, his hole clamping down in alternating pulses around their shafts. “Fuck — fuck, right there —” he gasped, his voice cracking as Jake’s pistoning thrusts dragged Rocco’s cock over that sweet spot again and again.
Rocco's breath hitched as Troy's body clenched around them both, the sudden pressure making his thrusts falter for a heartbeat. He braced himself on one forearm beside Troy's head, the other hand gripping Jake's shoulder hard enough to leave marks. "Christ," he growled, his voice rough with strain. "You feel that? How tight he gets when he's close?" His hips jerked forward, grinding deep as Jake pulled back, the dual motion wringing another broken noise from Troy's throat.
Jake watched Troy's face — the way his lips parted around silent pleas, the sweat beading along his hairline, the flutter of his pulse beneath Jake's thumb where it still pressed lightly against his throat. He'd seen Troy like this before, but never with someone else filling him at the same time, never with Rocco's thick cock sliding alongside his own in that impossibly hot vise. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in Jake's gut, his rhythm turning uneven as pleasure coiled tight inside him.
Troy's entire body seized between them, his thighs clamping around their hips like a vise as Rocco's next thrust collided perfectly with Jake's retreat. The simultaneous pressure on his prostate made his vision whiten at the edges, his cock twitching violently against Jake's fist as precum spilled over his knuckles in thick, pearly strands. "Fuck — fuck, I'm gonna —" Troy gasped, his voice breaking mid-sentence as his abdomen tightened visibly, muscles standing out in sharp relief beneath sweat-slick skin.
Jake felt the exact moment Troy's orgasm ripped through him — the way his hole clamped down rhythmically around their cocks, the choked-off moan that vibrated against Jake's palm where it still rested against Troy's throat. The sensation was electric, Troy's convulsions milking Jake's cock with ruthless efficiency as Rocco's hips stuttered above them, his breath coming in ragged bursts against Troy's shoulder.
Jake's breath caught as Troy's climax pulsed through him, the rhythmic clenching around his cock dragging a groan from deep in his chest. His thrusts turned erratic, the slick heat of Troy's body too much to resist — especially with Rocco's cock sliding against his own in that molten tightness. Rocco snarled something raw and wordless against Troy's shoulder, his hips jerking forward as he bottomed out, his cock twitching inside Troy alongside Jake's.
The scent of sweat and sex thickened in the air as Rocco's release spilled into Troy, his grip bruising on Jake's shoulder as he rode out his orgasm with rough, grinding thrusts. Jake followed seconds later, his vision whiting out as pleasure crashed over him in waves, his cum joining Rocco's inside Troy's stretched hole. Troy whimpered beneath them, oversensitive but still arching into the sensation, his spent cock jerking against his belly as they milked him through it.
The cell air hung thick with the musk of spent desire as Rocco slumped forward, his forehead pressing against Troy's sweat-slicked shoulder. His breath came in ragged bursts, stirring the damp hairs at Troy's nape as Jake slowly withdrew, his softening cock dragging a hiss from Troy's clenched teeth. Cum leaked from Troy's stretched hole in thick rivulets, pooling on the cot beneath them — a lewd testament to their shared exertion.
After a few minutes, Rocco was the first to move, rolling off Troy with a grunt that echoed through the small space. He sprawled on his back beside them, one massive forearm thrown over his eyes as his chest rose and fell. "Christ," he muttered, the word rough with satisfaction. "I forgot how tight you are when you cum." His free hand reached out blindly, fingers brushing Troy's hip in a gesture that was almost — almost — tender.
Troy's laugh came out hoarse, his body still twitching with aftershocks as he sprawled bonelessly between them. "Yeah?" He turned his head just enough to catch Rocco's wrist, dragging the guard's rough palm down to his ass where cum still leaked from his stretched hole. "Forgot how messy I get too."
Jake snorted, swiping two fingers through the sticky semen on Troy's abdomen before bringing them to his own mouth with a pointed lick. "Tastes like victory," he murmured, grinning when Rocco's nostrils flared at the display. The guard's hand flexed against Troy's hip, his thumb pressing possessively into the divot there.
Rocco exhaled a chuckle through his nose, rolling onto his side to face them. His fingers traced idle circles on Troy’s hipbone, sticky with drying sweat. “Victory,” he repeated, the word rough with amusement. “That what they’re calling it now?” His thumb pressed into the hollow of Troy’s hip, possessive even in the aftermath. The cot groaned beneath their combined weight as Jake shifted, his shoulder brushing Rocco’s — an unspoken camaraderie forged in the heat of shared conquest.
Troy stretched between them like a well-fucked cat, his limbs loose and heavy. His fingers found Jake’s wrist, guiding his hand back to his spent cock with a lazy smirk. “I'm pretty sure victory comes with a cleanup crew,” he murmured, arching into Jake’s touch as Rocco’s fingers dipped lower, smearing the drying load between his thighs.
Rocco's chuckle rumbled low in his chest as he pushed himself upright, the cot groaning in protest. His fingers trailed possessively down Troy's flank before he swung his legs over the edge, his bare feet hitting the concrete with a soft slap. "Cleanup's your problem," he muttered, though there was no bite to it. The guard stretched, his spine popping audibly as he reached for his discarded uniform pants, the movement pulling the muscles of his back taut beneath sweat-slick skin.
Jake watched the play of Rocco's shoulders as he dressed, the way the guard's fingers hesitated just a second too long when buckling his belt — like he was already regretting leaving. Troy rolled onto his side, propping his head on one hand, his smirk lazy as his free fingers traced idle patterns through the load on his own abdomen. "Leaving so soon, Officer?" he purred, stretching his legs just enough to make the drying cum glisten in the morning light.
Rocco's belt buckle clinked softly as he cinched it tight, his smirk deepening when Troy's fingers trailed through the drying semen on his belly with deliberate wantonness. "Duty calls," he rumbled, though his gaze lingered on the way Troy's cum-smeared fingers pressed into his own abs, smearing pearly streaks across taut muscle.
Jake rolled onto his elbow, watching Rocco shrug into his undershirt with a slow, practiced motion that made the fabric cling to sweat-damp skin. "What duty?" he challenged, nudging Troy's ankle with his toes. "Morning headcount's already late." The unspoken implication hung between them — Rocco had orchestrated this privacy himself.
Rocco paused mid-button, his fingers tightening on the fabric before he exhaled a rough chuckle. "Smartass." The word came out warmer than intended, betraying the sharpness of his tone. His knuckles brushed Jake's knee as he leaned down to grab his boots, the casual contact lingering just a second too long.
Troy rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin on folded arms, watching Rocco lace up with lazy amusement. "You could always be late for whatever fake duty you're running off to," he suggested, kicking one foot lazily in the air. The movement made the cum still clinging to his inner thighs glisten obscenely.
Rocco's fingers froze on the last bootlace, his shoulders tensing for a heartbeat before he exhaled sharply through his nose. "Tempting," he admitted, the word gruff as he straightened up. His gaze dragged over Troy's sprawled form — the cum drying in streaks across his thighs, the way his ass still glistened slightly where they'd stretched him open. Rocco's tongue darted out to wet his lower lip before he caught himself, clearing his throat. "But I've got rounds." The lie was thin; they all knew the only rounds happening this early were the kind that involved bending inmates over sinks in empty showers.
Jake stretched lazily, the motion deliberately flexing his abs as he hooked a foot around Rocco's ankle. "Bullshit," he murmured, grinning when Rocco didn't pull away. "You just don't wanna admit you're gonna go jerk off in the supply closet thinking about this." His toes traced the arch of Rocco's boot, pressing just hard enough to make the guard shift his weight.
Rocco's smirk twisted into something darker as he caught Jake's ankle, his grip just shy of painful. "Is that so?" He dragged his thumb along Jake's instep, watching the inmate's breath hitch before releasing him with deliberate slowness. The guard straightened his shirt collar with a jerk, the fabric straining over his shoulders. "Maybe I like an audience when I jerk off."
Troy snorted, rolling onto his back to stretch arms overhead, muscles flexing beneath sweat-damp skin. "We could arrange that." His grin widened as Rocco's gaze tracked the movement of his biceps, the way his pecs lifted with each breath. "Next time you 'inspect' our cell."
"Or ..." Jake suggested, "... you could fuck Troy's ass while he blows me."
Rocco's belt buckle clattered against the concrete as his pants hit the floor for the second time that morning. "Fuck," he growled, kicking them aside with more force than necessary. His cock, already thickening again, slapped against his thigh as he climbed back onto the cot, knees bracketing Troy's hips. "You guys are gonna be the death of my career."
Troy's grin was pure sin as he rolled onto his hands and knees, presenting himself shamelessly — his ass still glistening with their combined release, his hole slightly gaped from their earlier rough treatment. "Nah," he purred over his shoulder, spreading his knees wider. "Just the death of your dignity."
The cot groaned beneath their combined weight as Rocco settled behind Troy, his calloused palms spreading Troy’s cheeks with a possessiveness that made Jake’s pulse jump. The sight of Troy’s flushed, stretched hole — still glistening with their sperm — sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in Jake’s gut. He shifted onto his knees at the head of the cot, his cock already half-hard again as Troy nuzzled against his thigh, breath hot against his skin.
“Eager,” Rocco muttered, spitting into his palm before slicking himself with rough strokes. His other hand gripped Troy’s hip hard enough to leave fingerprints, thumb pressing into the divot above his ass cheek. “Like you were made for this.” The blunt head of his cock nudged Troy’s entrance, the pressure deliberate, watching the way Troy’s shoulders tensed before yielding with a shuddering exhale.
Rocco pushed in with a single, relentless thrust that made the cot's frame shriek in protest. Troy's muffled groan vibrated against Jake's thigh as his fingers dug into Jake's hips, his shoulders trembling with the stretch. Jake carded a hand through Troy's sweat-damp hair, tilting the man's face up just in time to see his lips part around a silent gasp when Rocco bottomed out.
"Fuck," Rocco hissed through clenched teeth, his hips flush against Troy's ass. His fingers flexed on Troy's waist, leaving pale imprints in the skin. "Still so tight after taking both of us." He pulled out slowly, watching Troy's hole cling to him obscenely before slamming back in with a snap of his hips that drove Troy forward into Jake's crotch.
Rocco set a brutal, deliberate rhythm — each thrust driving Troy forward onto Jake's cock, forcing him to take Jake deeper down his throat. Troy's fingers scrabbled at Jake's thighs, his nose pressing into the wiry curls at Jake's base as Rocco's hips snapped forward again, the slap of skin echoing off the cell walls. Jake groaned, his head thumping back against the concrete as Troy's throat constricted around him, hot and tight and perfect.
Rocco's hands gripped Troy's hips hard enough to leave pale imprints, his thumbs digging into the dimples above Troy's ass as he fucked into him with relentless precision. The angle was perfect — each inward drive brushing Troy's prostate, making his thighs tremble and his hole clench rhythmically around Rocco's cock. Jake could see it in the way Troy's shoulders tensed, the way his throat worked around Jake's length as Rocco's thrusts forced him to take Jake deeper.
Rocco’s thrusts settled into a punishing rhythm, each snap of his hips driving Troy forward onto Jake’s cock with precision that bordered on cruel. Troy’s throat fluttered around Jake’s length, his breath hitching whenever Rocco’s angle shifted just right, hitting that spot inside him that made his thighs shake. The wet heat of Troy’s mouth was relentless, his tongue working along Jake’s shaft in desperate, practiced strokes even as Rocco’s cock stretched him open from behind. Jake’s fingers tightened in Troy’s hair, not pulling — just holding, grounding himself as the dual sensations threatened to unravel him too soon.
Rocco slowed suddenly, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding circle that drew a muffled whimper from Troy. The guard’s hands slid up Troy’s sweat-slicked back, fingers splaying between his shoulder blades as he leaned forward, his chest pressing flush against Troy’s spine. “Feel that?” Rocco murmured, his breath hot against the shell of Troy’s ear. His cock twitched inside Troy, still buried to the hilt, the slight movement wringing another choked sound from Troy’s throat. “How deep you’ve got me?” He pulled back almost entirely, leaving just the head of his cock wedged inside Troy’s fluttering rim before thrusting back in with a slow, deliberate push that made Troy’s fingers dig into Jake’s thighs.
Rocco's thrusts slowed to a deliberate, rolling rhythm — each movement calculated to drag Troy apart inch by inch. The guard's cock glided in with obscene ease, still slick from their previous release, stretching Troy's hole wide with every measured push. Jake watched, transfixed, as Rocco's thick shaft disappeared inside Troy again and again, the swollen head catching briefly on Troy's rim before popping free with a wet sound that made the air between them thicken. Troy's jaw relaxed around Jake's length, his tongue pressing flat against the underside as Rocco's hips snapped forward, forcing Jake deeper down Troy's throat in perfect sync.
Jake's fingers tightened in Troy's hair — not pulling, just holding — as Rocco shifted his stance slightly, adjusting the angle so that every inward thrust dragged Troy's prostate against the thick ridge of his cock. Troy's muffled groan vibrated around Jake's shaft, his fingers flexing against Jake's thighs as Rocco set a relentless pace. The guard's hands slid up Troy's sweat-slicked back, fingers splaying possessively between his shoulder blades as he leaned forward, his chest pressing flush against Troy's spine. "You take it so good," Rocco murmured against the shell of Troy's ear, his breath hot and uneven. "Like you were made for this."
Rocco leaned forward over Troy's arched back, the sweat-slick muscles shifting beneath his chest as he braced one forearm beside Troy's head. His free hand tangled roughly in Jake's hair, fingers tightening just shy of painful as he dragged him down into a kiss that tasted like salt and stolen moments. Jake met him halfway, their lips crashing together with a hunger that bordered on violence — tongues clashing, teeth scraping, breaths mingling in the scant space between them. Troy groaned beneath them, the vibration traveling up Jake's cock where it still stretched Troy's throat, the sensation sharp enough to make Jake's hips jerk forward involuntarily.
Rocco's thumb pressed into the hinge of Jake's jaw, tilting his head for a better angle as he licked deep into his mouth, the dominance of the gesture sending a jolt straight to Jake's already aching cock. The guard's other hand slid down Troy's spine, fingers splaying possessively over the small of his back as he ground his hips forward in a slow, filthy roll that made Troy shudder between them. Jake could feel it — the way Rocco's cock pulsed inside Troy, the way Troy's throat constricted around him in response — and it wrecked him, the dual sensation pulling a ragged groan from his chest that Rocco swallowed greedily.
Rocco’s hand slid beneath Troy’s trembling body, his fingers wrapping around Troy’s neglected cock with a possessive grip. The sudden contact wrenched a muffled cry from Troy’s throat, the sound vibrating wetly around Jake’s length as Rocco’s thumb swiped over the leaking head. Precum smeared in thick streaks across Rocco’s palm as he began stroking Troy in time with his thrusts — slow at first, then tightening his grip as Troy’s hips jerked helplessly into the touch.
Jake watched, transfixed, as Rocco’s knuckles brushed Troy’s abdomen with each upward stroke, the motion perfectly synchronized with the snap of his hips. The guard’s biceps flexed with each movement, tendons standing out in sharp relief as he worked Troy’s cock with the same ruthless efficiency he’d used to fuck him open. Troy’s thighs trembled violently, his hole clenching around Rocco’s shaft in erratic pulses as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
Rocco’s rhythm stuttered when Troy’s throat constricted around Jake’s cock in a sudden, involuntary spasm — the telltale sign he was close. The guard’s fingers tightened around Troy’s shaft, his thumb swiping roughly over the slick head just as he angled his hips to drive deep. Troy’s muffled scream vibrated against Jake’s pelvis, his body locking tight as Rocco’s cock pulsed inside him, hitting his prostate with merciless precision.
Jake’s grip in Troy’s hair turned bruising as Rocco’s thrusts grew erratic, the guard’s breath hot and ragged against his neck. “That’s it,” Rocco growled, his voice frayed at the edges. “Take it — take both of us like you were made for.” His hips snapped forward once, twice, before burying himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as Troy’s climax milked him in thick, pulsing waves of sperm.
Jake felt the exact moment Troy's orgasm ripped through him — the way his throat convulsed around Jake's cock in wet, rhythmic pulses, the desperate grip of his fingers on Jake's thighs, the muffled groan that vibrated against Jake's pelvis. Troy's hips jerked between them, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum across Rocco's fist and the cot beneath them, his body locking tight as pleasure tore through him in waves. The sight alone — Troy's flushed face pressed against Jake's thigh, his lips stretched obscenely around Jake's shaft, his ass still impaled on Rocco's cock — was enough to push Jake over the edge.
His release hit him like a freight train, his hips stuttering forward as he spilled his load down Troy's throat in hot, pulsing bursts. Troy swallowed greedily, his tongue working along Jake's sensitive underside even as Rocco's thrusts grew erratic behind him, the guard's grip bruising on Troy's hip. Jake's vision whited out at the edges, his fingers tightening in Troy's hair as Rocco bottomed out with a ragged groan, his cock twitching deep inside Troy as he spewed his seed for the second time that morning.
Rocco’s hips jerked forward one last time, grinding deep as Troy’s body milked the last of his release from him. His breath came in ragged bursts against Troy’s sweat-slicked back, fingers flexing possessively on Troy’s waist where pale fingerprints were already forming. Jake watched, still half-dazed, as Rocco slowly pulled out — Troy’s hole clinging obscenely before relaxing into a loose, spent pucker, cum dripping thickly onto the cot beneath them.
The guard exhaled sharply through his nose, rolling his shoulders as he sat back on his haunches. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with their combined mess, twitched against his thigh. "Christ," he muttered, swiping a hand over his face. "You two are gonna be the death of me."
Rocco’s knees cracked as he pushed himself up from the cot, his thighs streaked with drying sweat and the faint sheen of Troy’s release. He swiped a rough palm over his softening cock, smearing the remnants across his own skin before reaching for his discarded uniform pants. Jake watched the flex of the guard’s forearms as he yanked the fabric over his hips, the button straining against the thickness of his waist.
Troy rolled onto his back with a groan, his limbs loose and splayed like a discarded marionette. His chest still heaved, the sweat cooling on his skin in the stagnant cell air. “You’re leaving?” he drawled, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other hand lazily tracing the sticky mess on his stomach. “After all that, you’re just gonna walk out?” His voice was wrecked, rough from taking Jake’s cock down his throat, but the smirk was pure Troy — teasing and unrepentant.
Rocco paused mid-button, his fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt as Troy's words hung in the air — lazy and baiting, just the way he knew would get under the guard's skin. The cot creaked as Jake shifted onto his side, propping his head on one hand, his fingers tracing idle circles through the cum still pooled on Troy's abdomen. "Yeah, Rocco," Jake added, his voice rough with satisfaction. "After all that, you're just gonna leave us here, all ... unsatisfied?"
Rocco's nostrils flared as he took in the sight of them — Troy sprawled like a well-used toy, Jake's fingers painting obscene patterns across his skin. The guard's belt buckle clinked softly as he cinched it tighter than necessary, his jaw working. "Both of you," he growled, pointing at them, "look plenty satisfied to me." His gaze dragged over the jism between Troy's thighs, the way his hole still glistened with Rocco's combined release.
Rocco's boots scuffed against the concrete as he turned toward the cell door, but not before Jake caught the way his fingers lingered on his belt buckle — like he was debating whether to unbuckle it again. Troy exhaled a laugh through his nose, stretching his arms overhead with deliberate languor, muscles flexing beneath sweat-slick skin. "Are you sure you don't wanna stay for round three?" he murmured, rolling his hips just enough to make the cum still leaking from him glisten in the dull cell light.
Jake grinned, hooking a foot around Rocco's ankle before the guard could step away. "Yeah, come on," he teased, nodding toward Troy's sprawled form. "Look at him. Still twitching." As if on cue, Troy's thighs trembled faintly, his oversensitive hole clenching around nothing as another slow trickle of sperm dripped onto the cot.
Rocco's fingers paused on the cell door handle, his broad shoulders tensing beneath the stretched fabric of his uniform shirt. For a heartbeat, Jake thought he might actually turn around — might unbuckle his belt again and climb back onto the sweat-slicked cot where Troy still sprawled, loose-limbed and glistening. But then the guard exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on the metal before he pushed the door open with a creak of protesting hinges.
"I'll be back later," Rocco muttered gruffly, unmistakably a promise. He didn't look back as he stepped into the corridor, but Jake saw the way his fingers flexed at his sides — like he was already imagining wrapping them around Troy's throat again, or maybe Jake's. The heavy door clanged shut behind him, the lock engaging with a finality that felt oddly hollow after the intensity of the last hour.
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