Page 26 of From Best To Bested

Ezra ignored the sour expression, which Roman was certain he noticed based on the cool pause on Ezra’s face before it lit up with a big smile.

“You mind getting mine?” Ezra spun around, exposing himself to Roman and waiting for a thorough scrubbing.

Roman ran his soapy fingers over Ezra’s muscular back, rubbing his deep bronze skin clean from top to bottom. When his hands moved to the small of Ezra’s back, he thought backto how much force Ezra had single-handedly put into shoving Roman into a deeper arch. He wondered how easy it’d be to shove Ezra down and steal back a bit of his pride.

He’d never win. He couldn’t beat Ezra at his best, and he certainly couldn’t beat him now that he’d been bested. Roman swallowed the shameful thought, finding himself disgusting for considering a blitz attack, a cowardly advance to snatch a temporary victory.

When Ezra’s hand reached back and tugged Roman’s hands, they shook in the firm grasp. Ezra guided Roman’s hands further down, and Roman washed Ezra’s butt, cock, balls, and thighs before they each returned to their own bodies.

Roman kept his eyes fixed on Ezra, studying him, studying the body he’d spend his days pleasuring, doing his best to learn more about this man. He had several small scars similar to Roman, but unlike Roman, he had a lot of random tattoos. Nothing seemed too important, too meaningful, but he did have a random black bar across his butt.

“What’s the deal with that?” Roman gestured to his own ass in the place of Ezra’s tattoo.

“Oh, man, the things a pretty lady can talk you into are infinite.” Ezra grinned ear to ear while recalling this woman, whoever she was. “I wonder what things you’ll convince me to do, babes.”

Roman bit back a snarl and glowered.

Ezra chuckled, puckering his lips at hisbabesbefore continuing. “I considered putting ‘Total Regerts’ over her name but figured there wouldn’t be enough people seeing this fine ass to catch the joke.”

No regerts, the ultimate juvenile humor of irony. It almost made Roman smirk. Almost.

“Guess I should’ve taken this into possibility.” Ezra waved a hand, looping his finger in a circle as if to indicate the shower room of inmates who’d see his bare ass every day.

With that, they returned to their showers and finished up before stepping out into the line of men drying off.

“Someone’s looking a bit humbled this morning.” Jake the Snake strutted through the showers, letting his dick bounce.

Roman didn’t look. He knew that was what Jake wanted. It was something he’d done countless times before, boldly standing in the nude, flaunting his tattoos and muscles, waving his cock around for all to see.

“Didn’t realize you had so much art.” Ezra nodded, checking out Jake’s numerous tattoos. “Makes me itchy for some new ink, too.”

“I know some folks here if you’re serious.” Jake smiled.

“What do you think?” Ezra asked, nodding to Jake’s tattoos. It came with a silent demand to check out Jake’s tattoos, pieces Roman had already seen on more than one occasion, but he found himself obediently obeying Ezra’s request.

Jake’s tattoos were colorful and bold and murderous across his skin, some of enraged beasts and others of bloody women and a few vulgar words scrawled in various fonts. All in all, Roman thought it made Jake look like an evil rainbow. It was the serpent tattoo that normally caught Roman’s eye, so big and bold, slithering around Jake’s back and abdomen, even over a few of the other tattoos. The snake didn’t cover them, didn’t replace them, merely obstructed viewing on a few as if the snake had a greater purpose. Unlike all the others, the snake was black and white, and the lack of color aside from deep shading created a stark contrast to the other tattoos.

Roman didn’t know if Jake’s nickname or the tattoo came first, but considering how often he bragged about having a big snake-sized dick, Roman figured he just leaned into snakeimagery more over the years. The tail of the snake started the tattoo built into one of the V cuts of Jake’s abs. It continued slithering around Jake’s back, looping around his left arm, crossing down Jake’s ribcage, and reaching past Jake’s abdomen and to his left thigh.

Roman grimaced at the prominent fangs on the serpent’s mouth, the way it looked ready to launch off Jake’s skin and attack. He also found it bizarre how Jake picked that particular location, noticing Jake’s cock hanging so close to the snake’s open mouth.

When the thought of how awkward or uncomfortable it’d be to suck the cock of someone while staring at that tattoo the entire time crossed Roman’s thoughts, he blanched. He’d turned ghostly white, face warped in confusion and obvious discomfort. Never. Never in his life had he wondered something so outlandish. And even though his mouth belonged to Ezra, the thought of sucking another man’s cock, the idea of it, should never pass through his head. Not even as a fleeting horror.

“See something you like?” Jake asked, drawing Roman’s eyes up and winking. Jake wasn’t a mind reader, but Roman knew he made his discomfort obvious. He could feel it, surprised the words weren’t spelled out across his face. “I’d be more than happy to give you a taste of the snake.”

Roman didn’t respond. He waited for Ezra to say something, but instead, he stepped away to grab towels.

“You wouldn’t believe the strings I had to pull to arrange for front-row seats in your cellblock last night.”

Roman ignored Jake’s cutting comments, his lustful gaze, his menacing smirk, and his sadistic lilt of joy.

“You sounded so sweet when you were getting dicked down by the champion. I listened quite closely.” Jake sounded like a serpent. Not with a hiss as he spoke, but his words had thissubtle slither to them, how they slipped in and struck with a venomous surprise.

Roman knew he’d been quite vocal from the mix of pained pleasure from Ezra’s brutal fuck. Ezra wanted him to be noisy, wanted to announce his deflowering for all. Roman knew everyone had listened and hollered with satisfaction at him getting railed out. But it still wounded him to be confronted, to be called out, to be looked down upon with no pity or kindness. The only thing Jake wanted was to make Roman relive last night and offer himself up as a new cock for Roman to serve.

“I wonder how good you’ll sound with my dick inside you,” Jake leaned close and whispered. “I can’t wait until the day you choke on my cock.”

Roman trembled. Part of him wanted to punch Jake, clock him right here, and beat him to a bloody pulp. Another part of him worried. Too many men here relished in Roman’s downfall. Too many might interfere. Normally, Roman only had to worry about cheering or jeering when someone foolishly picked a fight with the champion. But now he had to worry about others stepping in, stepping up, smacking him down. Most of all, he didn’t know if he had the strength to fight Jake off right here. He was exhausted and sleep-deprived, and the shame of where his life had spiraled weighed heavily on his shoulders. Roman wasn’t sure he could even lift a fist in protest.

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