'He'saprisoner.'
A zipper is pulled down, the sound echoes through the damp and dingy dungeon.
'Andhe'scrazy…'
A pale blond stares down through the cell bars at an even paler blond. The prisoner on his knees, needy hands on his pants and tugging them down to his ankles already. They're both pressing as close as they can to the bars. That's all that separates them but it's still not close enough.
'Thisiswrong.'
The frigid air flicks across his hard dick, but it's warmed fast by the heavy and heady breaths of the prisoner. It was wrong, so wrong, but he was so turned on and painfully hard because of it.
'…wrong…'
"Suck it already." The prisoner jolts almost fearfully, and suddenly he's in that clever little mouth. He loved it…
"Stefan, you clever rat. You're getting so good."
The boys hands grip around the bars tightly, but they then move to muscled thighs as the heady, tasty length is in his mouth completely; practically down his throat. The platinum blond hair brushes against milky thighs, swaying with the effort of bobbing his head up and down on his captor. Hot tongue is laving, pushing, lapping, licking everywhere; lips suffocatingly tight around the head of his prick, then twisting around the base. In a particularly wet, heavy suck, Stefan pulls thick tasting pre-cum from the slit, whining loudly as it touches his tongue.
Pale hands slide up equally white skin, grabbing at a firm, tensing ass, kneading and squeezing. A deep moan punctuates the thick air, the captor rests his head against the bars while reaching down and taking the prisoner by the hair to hold him on his cock. A final show of brutality; thrusting several times into that evil mouth, deep gags and moans fill the cavern now.
"Fuck!" a grunt.
Looking down, a stream of cum has shot down Stefan's throat, the boy finally able to pull back, but then had several spurts also clinging and running from his face, dripping from his lips.
A hard fought swallow, gasping, a single mewl.
"Lu…kas..?"
"Don't say my name." A few breathy cackles are heard from the other cells around them. How embarrassing it must be for the prisoners to be molested this way, some able to see what transpires; like those behind them, they were merely thankful it was Stefan and not them.
"I'll be back tomorrow." A nod from Stefan, his vision hazy. His tormentor makes him do this everyday, but he still can't help but see him as an angel.
Lukas buckles up his pants, slides the rifle that had been leaning against the wall along his back where it belonged. After staring down at the rat in thought, he grabs the soiled face, heaves the boy up and pulls him against the bars; they share a kiss that's rough and ravaging before Stefan is pushed away so hard he collapses to the ground with a shout.
Lukas is walking away, Stefan reaching out blindly for him.
"Don't leave me! The-they'll get me!"
"Shut up, the only one you should be scared of is me."
Stefan trembles, the boots clacking on the stone that is Lukas's retreat go quiet, that voice echoes and dwindles.
"But I'm not…"