Page 22 of From Best To Bested

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.”

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