Page 31 of From Best To Bested

“It’s been good,” Levi answered. “Nice group, and yeah.”

“You’re welcome,” Ezra said. “It’s hard pulling strings. Everyone wants something, you know?”

Levi grimaced at Roman, an apologetic gaze in his eyes. Everyone did want something, and Levi knew all too well what Ezra wanted from Roman and the price he’d paid. Roman could feel every unsaid word between their stare-off, and his jawtightened as he fought back the words he wanted to say. The words he couldn’t say. Levi had protection in the form of Ezra declaring he was off limits. Roman found himself too ashamed to talk with Levi, too lost to find a way back to his friend. He was grateful Ezra kept his word and glad to see Levi didn’t look roughed up or worn ragged like the last time he saw him.

Roman didn’t think his life had much of a future, nothing worth crawling toward, but seeing Levi shine a bit and thrive in this hellscape gave him a bit of hope in his decision. Dying in the dark alone and forgotten with a wolf mask would’ve been an easy out, but Roman didn’t wanna give up. Not yet, at least. He just didn’t know how to find a light at the end of this tunnel.

After lunch, Ezra dragged Roman with him to the public bathroom outside the cafeteria. Unlike the toilet in their cell or the toilets in the shower room, these bathrooms had stalls. Someone had told Roman it was because they originally made them for the C.O.s, but Roman didn’t know if that was true or just a rumor.

“Christ, I love your hair.” Ezra ran his fingers through Roman’s ruffled bubblegum pink locks and got a solid grip. “I just wanna play with it all day.”

With that, he squeezed tighter, pulling Roman’s head back as he pushed him into a stall.

“It just gets me so fucking hard,” Ezra growled. “You wanna help me out with that?”

“What are friends for?” Roman asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer but awaiting Ezra’s next command.

He really didn’t want to get fucked in this bathroom, the idea of standing hunched over so Ezra could fuck him, the fact he knew how brutal each thrust would be so Ezra could elicit a moan, a noise, anything so any passerby would hear Roman getting bitched out. Most of all, his stomach felt a bit queasyafter eating, and he worried he wouldn’t have full control over how his body would react to Ezra’s dick ramming his insides.

“Get on your fucking knees.” Ezra gripped Roman’s pink hair and pushed him down.

Roman dropped to his knees and fished out Ezra’s cock. He hadn’t been lying about being hard. His ten-inch dick was already throbbing by the time Roman released it from the elastic band on his boxers. Ezra didn’t wait another second. Once his cock was out, he shoved it right into Roman’s mouth. When Roman gurgled and choked on Ezra’s dick, Ezra groaned with satisfaction and pulled his dick back before ramming it in a second time. This time, Roman felt the head hit the back of his throat, and he gagged in protest.

Ezra kept a firm grip on Roman’s hair, holding his head in place every time he thrusted his cock in and out of Roman’s mouth. All Roman did was stretch his jaw to its limit and hope Ezra finished soon. He teared up about a minute into the brutal face fucking. His head remained firmly in place, hitting the stall door as Ezra went faster and harder. To keep from outright crying at the gagged reactions, Roman rolled his eyes up, locking them onto Ezra.

His mind wandered in a hundred places while Ezra violently used his throat. Mostly, Roman thought back to Levi’s new haircut and suddenly imagined Levi during this encounter, during this blowjob, and the bizarre fascination made Roman’s dick throb almost as hard as Ezra’s.

Levi wouldn’t leer down at Roman like Ezra. Levi wouldn’t steal the air without offering something else. Levi would stroke Roman in return, or at least allow him to stroke himself while his dick painfully throbbed, seeking reprieve. Roman didn’t truly know what Levi would do, but the fantasy helped him commit to his current reality. His own dick leaked precum as he took in more of Ezra’s cock, mind lost on Levi.

Ezra’s face had turned vicious, covered in a glean of sweat, and had a ruthless unblinking glare the entire time he fucked Roman’s face.

Roman wondered if Ezra looked this menacing every time he fucked Roman. It wasn’t animalistic or primal. It was hatred. There was a dark glint, a dreadful satisfaction every time Roman wriggled, choked, gasped, or gagged on Ezra’s cock. Eventually, Ezra moved his thumbs, still keeping a solid grip on Roman’s hair but moving just enough so he could wipe the building well of tears in Roman’s eyes. He fought against the urge to cry, not wanting to surrender that piece of himself, but every time Ezra rammed his dick further than Roman’s gag reflex could handle, he found himself becoming a bit splotchy.

“You love this dick, don’t you?” Ezra continued face fucking Roman, finally releasing one of his hands, but only long enough to smack Roman’s face. “Say it.”

Roman remained silent, taking Ezra’s cock deep into his throat.

“Say it,” Ezra demanded, holding his cock all the way inside. When Roman squirmed and tried to back away from the pressure of holding the entirety of Ezra in his mouth, Ezra kept Roman in place. “Say it.”

Roman gurgled, attempting to answer, attempting to say anything, but none of it lessened Ezra’s grip. Finally, Roman unintelligibly attempted to say the words.

“You’re goddamn right you do.” Ezra spat his words, hitting Roman’s face in the process.

How Ezra understood Roman’s poor effort at saying he loved Ezra’s dick, Roman didn’t understand, but he’d finally pulled out of Roman’s throat and gave him a minute to suck in desperate and painful breaths.

Ezra lightly pelted Roman a few more times with his hand and then slapped him with his wet dick until the well of tearsbroke, and Roman found himself crying and drooling all over Ezra’s cock, much to the other man’s satisfaction. He grunted, fucking Roman’s face harder and keeping the entirety of his cock buried in Roman’s throat as he thrust violently. Finally, he roared as he shot his load. Two powerful jets hit Roman’s throat, which he immediately swallowed, but as Ezra pulled his cock out, he managed a third jet on the tip of Roman’s tongue and lips and a final spurt on Roman’s face.

Roman swallowed the salty cum on his tongue and went to wipe his face and lips clean.

“Don’t,” Ezra demanded, rubbing the slobber of his flaccid dick onto Roman’s face. “You look so pretty covered in my cum.”

Roman shuttered, holding back his rage.

“I want everyone to see how pretty my pink princess is,” Ezra said with a wicked smirk. “Besides, this way, everyone who sees you will know you’re my pretty pink princess.”

A fire grew inside Roman, anger he’d kept buried for as long as possible. The change in Ezra’s expression suggested he could see the glint in Roman’s eyes, the fire threatening to return.

“It’s important they know you’re my pretty pink princess,” Ezra said. “We wouldn’t want anyone else to cover you in their cum, right?”

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