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Roman fumed but said nothing.

“If you don’t want to be my pretty pink princess, that’s okay.” Ezra stared down at Roman, menacing and cruel, with a smirk that revealed more teeth the longer it lasted. “I would never make you do something you don’t want to do. This is a friendship. I want to show everyone how close we are. But if you don’t want to be my friend, I totally understand.”

Roman went to speak, went to say he would do anything for Ezra in their cell, hell even in public apparently, and he’d let him tell him what to do, but there had to be a line somewhere. He couldn’t and shouldn’t have to let other inmates see his facecovered in Ezra’s cum. The words died in Roman’s sore throat, and the fire fizzled out of his eyes.

He thought about all the men eyeing him today. He thought about how boldly Jake offered to buy him. He thought about how many people he’d have to fight off and how much harder he’d have to fight now that he’d submitted to Ezra, and everyone knew he was an easy and cheap fuck.

“I’m happy to be your pretty pink princess,” Roman said, swallowing all his disdain and rage.

Ezra’s smile filled his entire face, and he gestured for Roman to stand.

The laughs and cutting comments ate away at Roman the entire walk back to their cellblock, but he survived it. He survived the taunting of his first day as Ezra’s bitch. Ezra’s friend. Ezra’s pretty pink princess.

Roman got a whole two hours of rest until light’s out came around, and Ezra rolled off his bed to join Roman in the bottom bunk.

He ordered Roman to assume the position and spent the night vigorously fucking his hole, calling him a pretty pink princess the entire time. He slapped Roman’s ass multiple times, turning the left cheek a reddish pink, and then went to work on the other side.

“Gotta keep them even,” Ezra said with a harsh smack and brutal thrust.

Ezra eased up when he found a rhythmic pace, pounding into Roman. He wrapped a hand under Roman’s jaw and turned his head, yanking him to face Ezra’s cold stare. Leaning in, Ezra kissed Roman, leading with his tongue at first but soon letting Roman guide their mouths, determine the twist of lips. Roman moaned more than a few times into Ezra’s mouth, breaking away from the kissing and almost unable to handle another pump of Ezra’s cock into him.

Roman whimpered. “Please, finish.”

“You want my cum?”

Roman muffled himself as best he could.

“Say it.” Ezra railed into him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, cum.” Roman gritted his teeth. “Please, give me your cum.”

Ezra eased his pace, returning to Roman’s mouth with the pleasure of distracting kisses and gently caressing Roman’s tired body, making him quiver in anticipation. Ezra ran his hands up and down his muscles, lips pressed to Roman, cock buried inside him.

Roman didn’t know if he could do this every day. He didn’t know if his body could handle the intense fucking Ezra demanded from morning to evening. His throat ached, still hoarse and pained from the violent face fucking in the afternoon. His muscles were exhausted from being a literal punching bag during training today. His cock throbbed and twitched from Ezra’s powerful thrusts, and when he came, Ezra’s pounding hit so much harder on Roman’s insides. His ass was tender and tired and so sore, he worried if it’d recover.

When Ezra finally climaxed, he slumped over and lay on top of Roman with his cock still inside him.

“It’ll help your hole adjust,” Ezra whispered, smug and satisfied. “But don’t worry, I’ll ease up on your ass.”

“It’s fine,” Roman lied, willing himself to focus on the good, on the pleasure that came with this arrangement.

“I’ve been a little rough, but you’re so fucking cute it’s impossible not to pound you out.” Ezra kissed Roman’s shoulder, nibbling a bit too. “But I don’t wanna break you. I got way too many plans for my pretty pink princess.”

With that, Ezra kissed Roman on the back of the neck and went to sleep on him, in him, and Roman lay there exhausted, uncomfortable, and unable to sleep.

As Ezra rested, Roman backed up into him, enough to feel the throb and enough to carefully stroke himself to completion. He was supposed to focus on Ezra, on Ezra’s needs, which he’d done and continued to do even now. The man hardened inside Roman once again, adding to the throb of Roman’s own cock. Roman took the precum leaking from his dick and rubbed his palm over the head, using it to add to his silent strokes.

He desperately wanted to feel a little release for himself. Roman bounced his hips just enough to jostle Ezra, just enough to rouse the sleeping giant. He pressed into Roman again, mostly unmoving, but enough to help, enough for Roman to keep his word, enough to bite down on his wrist and stifle his climax as he held back every urge to buck and convulse in ecstasy with Ezra’s cock deep inside him.

It was the best orgasm Roman had ever had. His mind flashed to the other times he’d climaxed with Ezra, but the shame didn’t hit like it had those first times, which added to the pleasure as he continued milking his dick soft. The confusion didn’t consume him like it had while Ezra fucked his face this afternoon and his own cock throbbed.

“That’s a good pretty pink princess. Using me to feel that release. But remember, no hands.” Ezra stroked Roman’s hair, chuckling a bit at the reveal he hadn’t dozed off entirely, and then he quietly rested again.

Roman ignored every choice that led him here and flopped down into a pool of his own cum, too exhausted with Ezra atop him and the calm release of finishing.

It wasn’t much, but Roman got a peaceful night’s sleep after a suffocating day.

Chapter Ten

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