Warnings: Heavy noncon (dubcon if you squint)

Ivan avoided Alfred most of the day. He spent his time holed up in the library reading, sitting on the floor in the corner. That or eating in the cafeteria. Anything to get away from Alfred. He hadn't expected him to really fight back. Sure, he had goaded him and taunted him. But he hadn't thought Alfred would have really gone and been just as aggressive back to him...

So he just stayed hidden for a bit. They could use the time apart.

Alfred spent the day in his cell, too afraid to leave the room. He had no friends here. And considering how his experience with his first "friend" had gone so poorly, the blond wasn't sure if he could trust anyone else to fill that void. Ivan had been so kind, showing him around the prison, making sure he was safe, only to come back to the cell that evening with dark intentions. Alfred whimpered a little, throwing his library book across the cell. No wonder the man didn't want to discuss books with him. Ivan didn't want to talk with him. He just wanted to get in his pants. Sure, the man had backed off, but only after Alfred had gotten the balls to slap him away. The blond sighed, cradling his head in his arms. How naive he'd been to think that such a large, intimidating man could possibly be nice enough to hang around him all day and keep him safe.

Alfred holed himself up in that cell for a good part of the day. Too scared and nervous to leave, really. However, as the day went on, his stomach began to rumble. He needed food. Noticing that it was almost dinner time, the boy edged off the bunk bed and jumped down to his feet. He supposed he could make it to the cafeteria without getting raped.

Ivan was in the cafeteria to catch the end of dinner, sitting down at his table and nibbling at his food. He didn't feel much like eating, so he just picked at it. After dinner he would have to return to his cell- he didn't really care to. Alfred was there, it would be awkward, there would be silence. Too much silence. He supposed he could just...go right to sleep. That might work. It would make him feel better at the very least.

Spotting Ivan across the cafeteria, Alfred debated upon if he should confront the man. He wanted answers, to be honest. Why did he betray him like that? Lead him on all the way just to crush his trust? And why did he back off whenever he obviously could have taken Alfred just as he damn well pleased? After some grueling minutes of thinking as he waited in the long line, the blond decided that he would confront the Russian. He just needed to.

Walking over to Ivan's table with a tray of food in his hands, the boy awkwardly sat across from the lonely man. He didn't say anything for a few long minutes, trying to think of how to phrase his questions. Eventually, it all came out with one simple word. "Why?"

Ivan didn't look up at Alfred until he spoke. "Why what." It wasn't put in the tone as much of a question. More like he was demanding what Alfred was doing there. He just wanted to avoid this. He dislike the awkward air. Alfred wasn't being pursued or assaulted by him, why should he stick around? He more or less suspected of Alfred asking for a cell change. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Why would you lead me on, acting like you were trying to help me out and give me pointers about how to avoid being raped, and then try to rape me the second the lights went out?" Alfred asked, glaring at the man. Thanks to Ivan, he now no longer had a friend, and it was going to be even more difficult for him to even think about being social with any of the other inmates. What if they turned out to be just like Ivan?

"...I never tried to rape you." Okay time to lie through his teeth. "If you hadn't noticed I backed off when you got physical with me." He needed to be creative. "You lead me on as well." Okay perhaps not the most eloquent thing to say. Whatever he would stick with it. He needed to put that convincing manipulative attitude to work.

"...what? What the fuck do you mean you didn't try to rape me? I told you to back off, and all you said was 'words don't mean much'. When someone tells you to stop, they mean stop." Alfred was livid, sneering at the man. He pouted, crossing his arms and leaned back in his seat as he heard the last sentence. "...What do you mean I 'lead you on'?"

"In my experience, many people I've slept with have told me no in the beginning. They enjoyed themselves in the end." He needed to play himself off as some helpless man who was a victim of circumstance and bad experiences. "You told me you thought I was a good guy. And you...were sweet to me." Man, Ivan was playing himself off to be an easily manipulated man. Fuck.

Alfred was at loss for words, frowning as the Russian spoke. Averting his eyes, the blond sat there awkwardly for a moment. He wasn't quite sure if he believed Ivan. But..."Well, usually when somebody tells you to stop, you should stop. And I do think I told you that I'm not gay..." He flushed, trying to think of how to respond to this. Was it possible that Ivan wasn't that bad of a guy afterall? That it was just a misunderstanding? It seemed too good to be true, to be honest. "I'm sorry I lead you on, I guess..." He didn't feel like he should be sorry, but then again, it seemed appropriate for the Russian's words.

"I'm not gay either." Ivan preferred women, honestly. He didn't mind men. But in all honesty, he would rather have a woman. But he was lonely, and it was a major sausage fest. They didn't allow conjugal visits, either. ...But at the same time he was also grateful for that on some level. "And I already explained that... I thought you were just playing hard to get."

"Well I wasn't. And you scared me." Alfred mumbled, finally taking the time to shovel one bite of mashed potatoes into his mouth. He came out of his cell for a reason, and that was for food. He averted his eyes, remaining silent for a small duration of time as he continued to eat his food, a blatant pout taking over his features. He was relieved though, on some level. The possibility that Ivan hadn't actually been trying to rape him...that he could still be a friend...it was relieving.

Ivan pouted, puffing out his cheeks childishly. "I'm sorry you thought I was trying to rape you. But I wasn't." He crossed his arms, looking rather childishly offended. He needed to make himself as someone who posed no threat to Alfred. For as long as he could, anyway.

Seeing the man with such a petulant look on his face...Alfred merely sighed. If it were any other time about any other topic, he probably would have laughed a bit at the ridiculous look on the large man's face. However, for something as serious as this..he couldn't. It did, however, relieve him further. Of course Ivan wouldn't hurt him. Why would he try to? Feeling better about everything, Alfred nodded and smiled weakly, "Well then...I guess I'm sorry for assuming."

"It's alright. The smaller men in prison are rather quick to assume things. You learn to get used to it." As depressing as it was, this part was true. "After dinner we can't do anything, or I would offer to work out with you. You look like you could use it." Alfred wasn't a scrawny thing, but it was enough for Ivan to be able to tease him about, which was good enough for him.

Alfred frowned, though he did so in a playful manner. "Not all of us can be as big as you." He stuck his tongue out, taking another bite of his dinner. "Besides. What do I need to for when I have a friend like you?" He smirked, trying to get a friendly conversation going."Though I suppose I should work out too. Might as well. What else am I going to do?"

"You shouldn't be relying on me all the time," Ivan mused, eyebrows raising. How cute. "You expect me to protect you, little one? How sweet of you, you think I am your big hero." How ironic.

Alfred blushed, realizing that he'd never vocalized that thought before. "Oh, well...I thought maybe you could help me out? In case I get into a sticky situation? Maybe I shouldn't have assumed as such..." He wasn't pleased with the fact that he was in such a weak and pathetic position at the prison, but he was. The blond could admit he needed help.

"I never said I wouldn't help you. Just don't rely on me," Ivan laughed. He finished his food and pushed the tray away. "We should head back... They will end dinner soon, and they like us to be in ours cells before dinner ends." Ivan went to take his tray back and returned to Alfred, waiting for him, but not sitting down again.

"Oh, okay." Alfred nodded, finishing his food quickly and doing likewise. Giving the man a shaky smile, the boy followed Ivan off to the cell, happy that they'd made amends. And that Ivan was willing to protect him. Feeling a new sense of relief, the blond strutted into the cell with an air of confidence, making way for his bed. It wasn't late, but the boy wanted to read for a while before he slept.

Ivan followed behind Alfred, not linger too long, but not keeping right up behind the other. He liked the view. He was a little disappointed when Alfred went straight for his bed. Why the top bunk...? So difficult. He would enjoy it if Alfred would come down to the ground floor to visit him sometime. He wished he had a clock in view. Doors were closing soon, but he didn't know when, and he wanted to trade in his book.

Alfred lied back on his poor excuse of a bed, reading his book with a new enthusiasm. His fear that he could be attacked began to dwindle, causing him to suddenly feel pretty good with himself. Besides, he wanted to finish this book so that Ivan could lend him his own. He desired the social interaction.

The doors were closed and Ivan was left without a new book that night. He huffed and ended up just lying in bed, head under the pillow. He would just...wait. And bide his time. But as the minutes ticked on he found himself becoming more and more irritated and annoyed and oh so bored. He hated this. He hated everything.

Noticing an odd shuffling in the bunk below him, Alfred took a peak over the side of the bed to see what was going on. When he found that Ivan had his head buried under a pillow, the boy bit his lip and debated whether or not he should say anything. The man looked rather upset; it worried the sympathetic boy. "Hey, Ivan...Is something wrong? You don't look so hot."

"Bored." Ivan pulled his head out and sat up, having to lean forward and hunch in order to avoid hitting his head. "We should do something together to entertain me." It was right then that the lights out call was heard, and the lights soon followed. Ivan grinned as they were left with only the meager light from the halls- very weak. Perfect. "And I know exactly what we should do."

"Oh, really? Like what? It's kinda dark...I'm not sure what we would do besides maybe talk or something." Alfred continued to lean over the side of the top bunk, looking down at the shadow-covered man despite the darkness disallowing him to truly see anything. If Ivan had something in mind, the blond wouldn't mind trying it. He probably knew of more things they could do in the dark anyway.

Ivan chuckled darkly and nodded. He got up to his feet and reached up, promptly grabbing Alfred and yanking him over the rail guard. He was careful not to toss Alfred around too much, but he did want him a little dizzy. He tossed him down under the bunk and tackled him from on top, pinning him down firmly. There was no getting out of it this time.

Alfred nearly yelped in surprise as he was dragged off the top bunk, his teeth clashing together painfully when his back hit the mattress with a harsh thud. He wasn't completely sure what was going on for a moment until Ivan ruthlessly pinned him to the bed, making sure there was no wriggle room for the boy. A dark, cold realization slithered into the younger boy's being as he trembled under Ivan's grip, writhing and struggling against the man uselessly. A note of fear tainted his voice as he whimpered, "I-ivan...what are you-why are you doing this?"

"I'm doing what I want." And with those words, Ivan promptly turned Alfred onto his stomach, wanting to make this as humiliating as possible. He yanked Alfred's jumper down, yanking it off his body and leaving him more or less bare beneath him. He didn't have to explain his feeling or his motives to Alfred. He just did what he wanted.

Realizing that this was actually happening to him this time, Alfred started to freak out. The one thing he'd been try to avoid this entire time was going to be finally be done to him by the one man he trusted most. Why had he even trusted him? Why had he given him a second chance? How stupid could he have been? Thrashing and struggling under his captor's hands, the boy began to wail out, calling for anyone's assistance. He didn't know how much he must have screamed out the word "help", but it was to little avail. No one was coming.

Directing his attention to the Russian, the boy seethed angrily, "Stop it! Stop..don't! Don't do this! Please..." He didn't know what else to do but scream. His physical abilities obviously weren't on par with the older man.

"No one is going to come for you," Ivan hissed in his ear as he ripped Alfred's underwear away and tossed it to the ground. "You think the guards care? They think the people in here deserve what happens to them late at night. And if you listen, you're not the only one who's going to be screaming tonight."

Alfred whimpered at the thought. However, he did not cease in his struggling and thrashing, trying desperately to buck the man off of him. He grunted and pleaded with the man, begging him to stop. As his bare ass was exposed to the air, Alfred just protested harder. With tears beginning to form at the edges of his eyes, the smaller blond cried out, "Y-you told me you wouldn't do this! T-that is was j-just a misunderstanding...dammit, I trusted you! I..I thought..." A wretched sob, "I thought we were friends. T-that you'd protect..me..."

"I lied." Ivan wasn't one to dwell on his conscience- not that he had much of one. He reached for the jumper and used the sleeves to tie Alfred's arms together, so he wouldn't be working on just one arm through the entire deed. He was going to need both hands for this. If he wanted to make Alfred feel a bit less pain. He was just being courteous of course. "I never said I wouldn't protect you, still. This doesn't mean all my words are null and void. Or rather, your assumptions. Not my words."

He dragged his fingers over Alfred's middle and gave him a little pinch here and there, snickering. "Ooh, soft and pudgy~ I like that. Something to hold on to."

"What's the point in protecting me from this if you're just going to do it yourself, you sick bastard." Alfred spat, anger and disgust seeping into his voice. While he did continue to struggle, his efforts and attempts to fight back began to weaken. At this point, the blond knew it was inevitable. This was happening. Nobody was going to happen, and unlike last time, Ivan wasn't going to back off. However, he refused to keep fighting. It was too humiliating to just give up and let the Russian take him. Whining as his arms were tied behind his back and his stomach was fondled, Alfred said nothing and wriggled under Ivan's unwanted touches.

"I don't like sloppy seconds, so you can be rest assured I'm not going to just sit back and let someone else assault you." Without his consent, at least... Only if he wanted. He shoved Alfred's face into the pillow and gave him a smack on the ass. "Bite the pillow, whore." He pushed his jumper down and spat into his palm, lubing up the head of his cock. Oh, this would be good. He couldn't wait to hear the noises Alfred made. He just hoped he didn't hurt his own dick in the process.

Alfred wanted to spat back something along the lines that he didn't want to be raped by anyone period, but as soon as he moved to speak, his face was unceremoniously shoved into the pillow, making it difficult to talk. Or breathe. He writhed against the hand that was firmly pressing him down, his protests and whimpers muffled by the fabric. He refused to bite the pillow as he was told; he refused to do anything Ivan told him to do.

Ivan wasn't about to warn Alfred again, if he didn't want to bite the pillow then he didn't have to. It was his loss. He made sure the ead of his cock was slick, then spat in Alfred's hole, hoping it would help. "A virgin, I'm guessing?" Alfred had gotten all huffy about not being gay, he just assumed. Oh well, he would be tight- hopefully not painfully so, though. Pressing the tip of his cock to Alfred's hole, he offered his last warning, "Get ready."

Alfred clenched his eyes shut, gasping when he felt the man's erection prodding at his hole. Memories of how big Ivan was flashed in his head, causing a pathetic whine to spill from his lips. He stopped struggling for a moment, too focused on mentally preparing himself for the immense pain he was destined to be in. Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed, tightening his jaw and shutting his eyes in a feeble attempt to block out the inevitable pain.

Ivan stroked himself to come further to erection- it wasn't an immediate process of course. He slowly started to push in, with some definite difficulty. Alfred was tight and he was big, there was plenty of room for some complications. He groaned as he got the tip in- and just the tip. Alfred was too tight to push in much else right then. "Relax, you're such a tightass." He reached down to prod at Alfred's hole, hoping to loosen him up a bit.

Alfred couldn't help the sharp cry of pain that tore from his lips as the man began to slowly enter him. Even if it was just the tip, it still stretched his anus painfully far. Digging his fingernails into his hands, despite the restraints, Alfred continued to groan in displeasure. "S-shut the fuck up!" He growled, hatred seeping into his voice as he responded to Ivan's command. How dare he even suggest he consider relaxing in a situation like this? The bastard.

"You know, this could end up being even pleasurable for you if only you would loosen up." Ivan had to try and wiggle a finger in, pushing Alfred's anal walls out, stretching him and hoping not to tear anything. He just wanted relief, he didn't want diseases or blood for either of them. Though that must seem weird, especially to Alfred. "You're going to end up just hurting both of us if you're too tight."

"Yeah, well if you get hurt you fucking deserve it." Alfred growled, whimpering in pain and humiliation as Ivan inserted his finger into his ass. The blond shifted and squirmed uncomfortably, though eventually complied and loosened up like his captor had suggested. He didn't want to prolong to situation. Besides, if he could lessen the excruciating pain he'd have to face, Alfred was going to do it.

There, that was much better. Ivan withdrew his finger and started to sink in a little further, pausing every now and then to add a glob of saliva to the mixture. not very elegant, perhaps, but he didn't want to tear anything- on him or on Alfred. It would all work out soon enough. He just had to work on getting all the way in and loosening Alfred up with a couple thrusts.

Alfred let out more cries and groans of pain as Ivan sheathed his cock further and further within him. Sure, Alfred knew the Russian was big, but just how damn big was he? Gritting his teeth together, the blond buried his face in his pillow, just waiting for the misery to be over.

Ivan sighed as he was finally swallowed up into Alfred's body. "You're taking a lot for a virgin... Are you sure you're not gay?" Ivan teased him as he slowly started to move in and out. It was slow going, most of the spit had dried and the anus wasn't known for being very well lubricated.

"Fucking positive." Alfred grunted out between wails, hissing as the man began to move. He thought that just being penetrated had hurt; Ivan actually moving within him was excruciating. Writhing and gasping and crying out in pain, the boy bit back tears as he was violated. It wasn't just the physical pain that got to Alfred, it was the psychological pain as well. He never felt so humiliated. A man whom he'd trusted so blindly was now taking advantage of his worst fear, exploring parts of him he never wanted anyone to violate. It was absolutely awful.

Ivan on the other hand was enjoying himself in the best of ways. Balls deep in the guts of someone who had never been touched before- prime virgin ass, tight and twitching around his sensitive cock. He hadn't felt this good in a while- he had grown tired of his last toy far too quickly, he hadn't bothered with anyone in a while. Just his hand to keep his company. Well, not anymore. He liked this too much to give Alfred up.

Alfred cried out with every thrust, unable to keep quiet as such a horrible deed was dealt unto him. He wanted to keep quiet. He really did. He could just imagine what kind of pleasure his tormented screams brought to the sadistic bastard. However, he found it nearly impossible as the humilation and pain shot through his veins. How men even found pleasure in this sort of act was unbeknownst to him. To Alfred, it felt miserable.

Ivan stroked at Alfred's hips and ground in against him. "Mmm, you're just so perfect inside." He couldn't help but faster ad deeper, even angling his hips a bit, wondering if he could even bring Alfred some sort of pleasure. Of course, he was doing it for himself. He loved humiliating the ones he had beneath him- it made it all the more better when they started begging for him against their will.

Alfred decided it was best if he just ignored Ivan's comments, focusing on trying to lessen his pain as much as possible. He wished the man would just come inside him and end this misery. Finally biting the pillow like Ivan had suggested, the blond tried to muffle his voice and refrain from making too much of a ruckus. Too embarrassing. Eventually, however, a spark of pleasure did manage to creep up Alfred's spine as a certain part of him was brushed up against. A small moan poured out from the writhing boy, indicating such pleasure. However, it wasn't quite enough to mask over the seering pain he felt in his backside. That much was certain.

Seeing the little twitch in Alfred's body, Ivan started to move faster against that one spot, brushing up against it with the length of his shaft. He reached around, dragging a single finger over Alfred's soft member, tickling it, testing to see if it would start to harden. He was curious if Alfred would really give in that easily, with just this little amount of pleasure... His body was weak.

Alfred's moans escalated as his sweet spot was struck repeatedly. It was absolutely mortifying. How could he find pleasure in the midst of such a lewd and horrible act? He should be screaming, struggling, fighting...and here he was, moaning like a whore. He wouldn't say he enjoyed the scenario, that much he could find relief in, but...just knowing he could actually feel pleasured whilst being raped. It was nearly unbearable.

His moans escalated as his member was stroked lightly, his body now squirming in pleasure rather than pain as it had been just moments before. It wasn't enough to get him to a full erection, but it was enough to strike a reactions. Blushing from the embarrassment, Alfred cried out weakly, "Ngh..stop...p-please...it's...gah!"

"Enjoying yourself?" Ivan growled as he smacked Alfred's ass again and started delving in deeper, then firmly grasping Alfred's cock and beginning to stroke. He wanted to completely humiliate him. He wanted to drag Alfred through the dirt and make him eat shit. Not literally, but theoretically. Emotionally. Psychologically. He wanted Alfred to be his bitch, hands and knees, tongue out, shaking his hips.

"N-no...stop...nghh.." He shuddered as a shiver of pleasure shot up through him, his eyes rolling back as it did so. At this point, Alfred was just glad that the Russian couldn't see his face. As his captor continued to pound into that one special spot of his, the boy just continued to moan and mewl louder and louder. As much as the words burned his throat like acid...the sex actually felt pretty good. Better than good. Fucking amazing. Though it tugged and toiled with his conscience and emotions, physically...he hadn't been in such a state of pleasure in a long time. Pleasure overriding his shame, the boy began to helplessly thrust his hips backward to meet Ivan's, the hand on his cock making him putty under his touch.

"Ooh, enjoying yourself even more?" Ivan could definitely see the shake in Alfred's ass and the roll in his hips, the coil in his abdomen, the way his shaft twitched and leaked within his hand. God, this was better than he ever could have imagined. "Just look at you, a complete ass slut... You love cock, don't you?" he purred, his free hand grabbing a hold of Alfred's ass and giving a nice squeeze.

"I'm n-not..like that.." Alfred grunted out, weakly protesting while his body suggested something else. At this point, the boy was no longer worrying about how much of pathetic slut this made him look like...he was purely in it for the pleasure. Moaning out rather wantonly, the deluded prisoner rolled and rocked his hips back on the man's invasive cock, willing it to bury itself deeper inside of him. His thrusting became faster and his groans of ecstasy became louder. Alfred was positive most of the inmates could hear his delighted moans at this point, but he found that, for the moment, he earnestly did not care in the slightest.

Ivan was just as delighted as Alfred seemed to be. He returned the movements with vigor and excitement, shuddering with every clench and grasp around his cock. "So tight... Don't worry, I'll take care of that, soon enough," he teased, reaching forth and grabbing alfred by the hair, fingers sliding through his gorgeous, golden locks. Soon enough, prison shampoo would take care of that luster. He yanked his head back and hissed into his ear, "Such a petty little whore you are... It's a good thing I like that."

Alfred's eyes closed shut as such words were growled into his ear, arousing him more in his current state. Whines and mewls erupted from his mouth with no restraints, his need and lust for the man who was so cruelly driving into him apparent. Without the slightest bit of shame, Alfred cried out, "H-harder! Fuck...fuck me harder, faster, please!" He felt close to his climax. That was all he could focus on.

Oh, Alfred was absolutely perfect. "You like this that much? Oh good... Because I'm not letting you go. Beg for it harder, slut," Ivan demanded as he started moving harder, faster, deeper, as deep as he could get. He needed Alfred to be slutty and wet and eager for him. He was presenting himself as the perfect little bitch, nasty and willing at this point. "See, this is what I mean by they say no at first," he snickered into Alfred's ear, nipping at his neck.

A little bit of shame seeped into Alfred's pleasure-ridden mind with that recollection of the past, though it didn't last long. Obeying the dominant man's command, the boy pleaded even more, "Please fuck me harder! Pound into me harder with your gigantic cock, please, Ivan! I...I n-need it..." He mewled and writhed under the man's care, thrusting back as quickly as he possibly could, eyes rolling back and all. It all just felt so good despite the circumstance...Alfred couldn't help but react as such.

"And are you nothing but a needy little cunt?" Ivan growled as he squeezed Alfred eager cock, looking for the verbal submission in Alfred's reactions. He loved the vocality, he loved the boy's words and his actions and everything about him. Alfred was possibly the best thing to happen to him in prison, so far.

"Y-yes! J-just a needy...needy cunt..fuck, Ivan, please..." Alfred was so close. So close to orgasm. He just needed a little more to send him over the edge. Mewling wantonly, the prisoner spread his legs farther apart in hopes that Ivan would take it as an invitation to do his bidding. His arousal stood at attention, aching for the man's touches, both external and internal.

"You're just a perfect little bitch, aren't you?" Ivan cooed as he smacked Alfred's ass and started fucking him just a little harder- the last bit of energy expended. He was so close, about to come. And Alfred's twitching and spasms were just enough to send him over, filling Alfred up with his seed, even some leaking out around the edge.

Alfred's back arched as he emitted a strangled cry, coming all over the Russian's bed as he was filled. In the peak of orgasm, all of the boy's thoughts and worries were drained as he slumped against the bed, completely exhausted from their tussle. He didn't move or say a word for several moments, merely panting and descending from his orgasm. That had been one of the most wretched, humiliating...pleasurable moments he had ever witnessed. A wash of shame overcame Alfred at that. The fact that he'd enjoyed rape that immensely...he didn't know what to think.

Ivan chuckled darkly and pulled out of Alfred. The poor boy's virgin ass was gaping and dripping with semen. He reached forth and shoved four fingers inside of Alfred's slowly closing hole, though still fluttering about. "This ass is mine. You're my bitch, you understand that?" He wiggled his fingers around a bit, pushing up against the swollen gland in Alfred's ass, trying to drive him crazy from the inside out.

Alfred gasped and wriggled as his sweet spot was tortured, thrusting down on the man's fingers instinctively with that. Though tempted to spat back in the man's face with a big "fuck you"...the weaker male didn't see the value in that. So instead, he hid his face in shame, unable to look at Ivan as he mumbled a quiet "yes." He'd never felt so humiliated. So that's what Ivan had wanted this entire time. For him to be his "bitch." Of all the cellmates he could have had, Alfred had to be stuck with the sociopath. He whimpered as his sweet spot continued to be fondled.

"That's a good boy." And with that, Ivan pulled his hand back and climbed out of the bed, reaching in and picking Alfred up. He pushed him back up onto his bunk, not wanting him in his bed. He figured it was also better for Alfred to recover in his own sheets. And with that, he rolled back into bed, thoroughly relieved and relaxed. That had been one of the best nights in prison so far.