This is all the lubrication you’re going to get.” Dougie couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than the guard’s cock down Mat’s throat. You want that, hole?” The nightstick, then. Mat was gagging, his shouts muffled by-what? A cock? The nightstick? “You fight me, you’ll break your teeth. Oh God, now Dougie really wished he couldn’t hear. “Open,” the guard said, and Mat must not have, because a slap rang out, and then “Open!” again, much more demanding this time. Dougie strained his ears, half hoping he’d hear nothing, half desperate to know what was happening. Silence for a moment, or at least no sounds that carried. Madame doesn’t even want you you think she’ll care if I fuck you up?” It’ll be over sooner if you just take it.Ī brief scuffle, another grunt, the sound of a body hitting a mat. Mat grunted, but he didn’t curse or yell. Aren’t you, big hole.” The unmistakable sound of something hard hitting flesh-the nightstick, or maybe his boot. “Your big bad brother’s behaving like a beaten little bitch. “Don’t worry, little hole,” the guard called, laughter in the sick fuck’s voice. “Please, please don’t hurt him! Mat!” Don’t give him an excuse. I still have all my teeth left.”ĭon’t antagonize him don’t antagonize him don’t antagonize him, Dougie thought at the same time he swelled with pride at Mat’s fearlessness. “You stick your cock in my mouth, you’ll pull back a stump.
Mat shouted, “That’s right, fucker,” as the guard unlocked the cell next door. That was his brother who was about to get his missed punishment.īy the time he realized he should’ve been braver, more like Mat, should’ve tried to run, his cell door was already closed and locked again. He was ignored, of course, and the relief he felt when the guard left his cell made him want to puke.
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