Page 25 of From Best To Bested

“Good source of protein. Eat up,” he said. No. He demanded. Everything from Ezra was a demand. One Roman could reject. But he’d already seen where he’d go if he rejected Ezra’s friendship. In order to save his own skin, to live and survive in this place, he needed Ezra’s clout. It was bad enough Ezra had already stripped Roman of every shred of authority he had in this place, but now, without Ezra watching over him, others would come for Roman. The entire cellblock had quieted outside last night, eagerly listening to Roman get fucked. He could imagine a dozen men who’d easily try to bitch him out if he lost his protection, if he lost his friendship with Ezra.

“Thank you.” Roman swallowed the salty load covering Ezra’s fingers. He sucked on them, doing his best to savor the taste of Ezra’s fingers over the taste of cum and ass.

“Yummy, right?” Ezra playfully winked and pulled his hand away.

“Yep.”

“Glad you like it.” Ezra jabbed his fingers into Roman’s tender hole—eliciting a wince—and dug deeper than needed, unnecessarily so. He withdrew and brought a bit more of his load close to Roman’s lips.

He rubbed his fingers along Roman’s bottom lip, sticking them in the space between his gums. He stared silently at Roman the entire time, waiting for a reaction, or at least Roman suspected as much. There was a lot Roman couldn’t do anymorenow that he’d handed the reins of his life to Ezra, but he could control his reactions. When he wanted to shout or wail while Ezra fucked him, he did his best to muffle it to a grunt. When tears threatened to pool down his face, he resisted them with all his power and stayed strong. When he wanted to recoil at the taste in his mouth, he remained steady. Roman rotated his tongue over Ezra’s fingers and licked at the cum.

Ezra smiled. “Such a good boy.”

Roman sucked on Ezra’s fingers until they were clean.

“Get dressed,” Ezra said. Correction, demanded. “We have a long day ahead. You’re with me while we move about. Don’t speak to anyone. Don’t speak unless I tell you to. Don’t step more than three feet from me. Always stay behind me but in my line of sight. Understand?”

Roman nodded.

“Such a good boy, indeed.” Ezra playfully slapped Roman’s face, cupping his hands around Roman’s cheeks before sliding them down to his neck. “Hmmm. I think when I fuck you tonight, I’m gonna test how well-behaved you can be. Would you like that?”

Roman nodded.

“Yeah?” Ezra tightened his grip around Roman’s throat. “You’d really let me do anything to you, huh?”

Roman nodded, his face turning red, but he fought to keep his expression blank and unchanging.

“Kiss me.” Ezra’s eyes locked onto Roman, waiting.

Roman moved closer, Ezra’s hands still around his throat but allowing him to lean in. Without delay, he gave Ezra a light smack on the lips.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” Ezra’s grip tightened.

Roman kissed him again, this time parting his lips and letting his tongue rotate over Ezra’s. The rough stubble on Ezra’s face grazed Roman’s.

“Kiss me like your life depended on it.” Ezra squeezed just a bit more. “Like my lungs hold the air you crave, the breath you need, the love you lost.”

Roman kissed Ezra again, forcing himself to invade all of Ezra’s space. His teeth bit, his tongue licked, his lips smacked. Without second-guessing, Roman crashed into Ezra, straddling him, pressing his hands against Ezra’s chest, and pinning him. He grinded against Ezra, every cell of his body almost as hungry as his mouth. Each second roused both men, each second tangled their bodies more, and each second swept Roman away a little more. Roman felt his own erection pressed to Ezra’s stomach and a new rock-hard throb from Ezra against his exposed hole.

Finally, they parted just enough so Roman could await his next request, the next kiss Ezra would demand, the fuck he’d order.

“I love how quickly we’ve become best of friends,” Ezra said, releasing his grip on Roman’s neck before playfully palming Roman’s butt. “Come on, I wanna grab a shower.”

Roman obeyed and silently followed him out of the cell so they could begin their morning routine. Keeping quiet was easy. Shame stole the words from Roman’s mouth every time he wanted to speak.

Too many people studied Roman as they walked naked into the showers. He could feel the judgment, could taste the smug satisfaction carried in the whispers about him, and he could hear the cutting asides about Roman being a bitch, a bottom, a fruitcake, and a lot uglier words he never would’ve tolerated as champion.

It used to only take one cutting glare from him to silence a room. Now, when his gaze locked onto someone for even a fleeting second, it brought smiles and laughter to faces. Hewas alone and broken, and everyone celebrated his defeat and devastating downfall.

Eyes shot from Ezra’s lean, muscular frame and then to Roman’s hollowed-out form. He still had muscles, still had strength, but his size had dwindled after three months of irregular and inconsistent meals in isolation. His mass had fallen after losing his workout routine and only ever exerting himself in an arena as a masked nobody who people cheered would die.

He also felt so much smaller now that Ezra had fucked him. He only stood two inches above Roman, yet Roman felt as if he had to look up to meet Ezra’s gaze.

Water splashed against Ezra’s tight abs, and he didn’t even flinch at the rush of cold water. He stared at the empty shower beside him, his eyes instructing Roman to take the spot. Roman washed up, ignoring the stares of others when Ezra invaded his space and scrubbed his back.

“Gotta get all the spots nice and clean,” Ezra said playfully, rubbing his hands over Roman’s butt. He didn’t stick his fingers inside him—he didn’t have to, everyone already knew—but Roman nearly collapsed. Somehow, Ezra noticed this and gripped Roman’s hips until he steadied. “I got you. I will always have your back.”

“Yeah, so you can fuck me into submission,” Roman thought, shooting Ezra an angry glare as he recovered.

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