Page 21 of From Best To Bested

“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 simplysmiled 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.”

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