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Me: Hey why don't I write a second chapter with a dick cage. And go full shitty porn logic with the voyeurism while I'm at it.

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"He has my permission to enter that cell," Zuko decreed. "We're going to do whatever it takes to get information."

Today, Hakoda and Zuko were visiting Caldera Prison because Zuko hadn't had any luck extracting any information from former Fire Lord Ozai on the topic of his mother's whereabouts. The problem had not only been Ozai's personal vendetta against him, but it had also been Zuko's methods. Which was where Hakoda came in.

"All right Chieftain, but for security reasons, we'll have to supervise your visit," the guard warned. "It could be dangerous to go inside alone with a prisoner like him."

Hakoda froze up. The idea of the guards watching hadn't really occurred to him, but on second thought… he didn't think he would mind. Quickly, he regained the composure that had so briefly slipped away from him. "That's okay with me. I just hope you can handle it," he replied.

The guards led them into the depths of the prison, reminding Hakoda of the first (and only other) time he'd met the ex-fire lord. Though he knew it was irrational, he couldn't help but to grow anxious. But he had nothing to fear this time. He would be in charge. There would be armed guards watching if things got out of control.

And best of all, he had an excuse for traveling all the way to the Fire Nation to rail an ex-dictator.

The entourage stopped just shy of the depths of the prison. "Zuko, I'll have to ask you not to watch," Hakoda said as a pair of guards filed in, but the new fire lord remained outside, stony-faced and solemn. "I'm acquainted with his asshole — whoops, I mean that I'm acquainted with him and I know that he IS an asshole, but he's still your father and you might not be able to stomach what I'm about to do to him."

Zuko was pretty sure this would involve torture. Well, he was right, in a way. "Very well — whatever you think is best. Again — thank you for doing this."

"It'll be its own reward. I have unfinished business with him, and it's time we got even," he explained, trying to mask his excitement with a grim tone. "Besides, I owe you. For breaking me out of jail and all. I'll see you again after it's over."

He vanished down the hallway before Zuko could respond. The guards' presence would make things awkward, but if he just forgot that they were watching while he warmed up, then he could enjoy humiliating Ozai in front of a live audience later.

The first guard, a young woman, was handcuffing Ozai's arms behind him when Hakoda stepped in. The prisoner's demeanor was vastly different than it had been during their previous meeting; whereas he had exuded smug confidence and a sense of superiority before, now he seemed to smolder with a residual anger — a bitterness at his defeat and his new, powerless status. Hakoda couldn't wait to destroy the last remaining shreds of his dignity. Imagining this once-proud man — a man who'd been the scourge of the whole planet — splayed in front of him, begging for Hakoda to let him come, was already getting the blood pumping to his cock.

Ozai turned his head slowly, appearing almost bored. "You again," he observed rather blankly. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here to get answers about what happened to your wife. Now's your last chance to tell me before I get my revenge."

"Let me guess: did my foolish son put you up to this?" he asked disinterestedly.

Ignoring the cruel adjective, Hakoda replied, "Yes, Zuko put me up to this. But I also came to follow up on what happened between us after the eclipse. Guards," he commanded without breaking eye contact with Ozai. "Let me in."

As Ozai's harsh gaze followed him intently, Hakoda stepped through the creaking metal door and kicked off his shoes.

"On your knees," he demanded.

Ozai was reluctant albeit surprisingly obedient, kneeling before him. The possibility that the guards had already been using him for pleasure only further fueled his boner.

"I have a present for you," he said, stooping down to reach into his pocket.

Ozai sneered at him. "I don't want it."

"That's too bad." He slipped down Ozai's pants to expose his penis — still soft, fortunately. And then he secured over it the cock cage he'd bought in the Fire Nation during the war, just waiting for the right time to use it — and he locked it in place and returned the key to his pocket. "This isn't coming off until I have answers." Ozai didn't give him the satisfaction of struggling and pulling away from the contraption, but fear and confusion began to flicker in his eyes, and Hakoda relished in it.

The guards were puzzled at first, but the woman stifled a laugh when Hakoda stripped off his own clothing and prodded Ozai's lips until he opened up to let the erect penis slip in. Ozai shut his eyes and began to pleasure him without another word needing to pass between them. The second guard, meanwhile, was more of an old regime supporter, having been exposed to propaganda well into his adulthood, but hey, he couldn't help but to be curious. Bicurious, that was.

"That's right," Hakoda breathed. "Get me ready to claim your ass." Ozai worked with a steady slowness that betrayed his disinclination, but that at least meant it lasted longer than the previous time. He couldn't help but to thrust lightly into the warmth of that inviting, talented mouth, thinking of how great it would be to ram his cock all the way down Ozai's tight throat and watch him choke — but what he really wanted was to slide it right between those gorgeous, muscular arse cheeks.

He pulled out of Ozai's mouth. "Do you want to tell me where your wife is? Or do you want me to slam my cock into your ass with only your spit as lube?" he asked.

When he didn't look up, Hakoda seized a clump of his hair and jerked his head upwards. He had been acutely aware of the guards initially, but during the blowjob, he'd almost forgotten that they were there. The first was clandestinely rubbing her crotch, and the second stood with his arms folded and an uncomfortable look on his features.

"If you don't tell me, I'll just keep going." He paused to laugh at the vacant, defeated expression on his enemy's face. "Wait, don't tell me that you like this. You like being treated like a worthless whore and that's why you're not talking?"

"I don't know where she is," he mumbled hoarsely. Hakoda dick-slapped him across the face. When he flinched, he took the opportunity to shove him down onto the pile of hay on the ground, where Ozai flopped down helplessly, grunting from the impact. Damn, maybe he should've requested a bed.

Hakoda kicked his pants all the way off, then stripped off his shirt. Ozai struggled into a more comfortable position to little success, falling face first into the bedding multiple times without the support of his hands.

Hakoda kneeled behind him and aligned his cock, and Ozai stopped floundering around in the hay for long enough for Hakoda to seize him by the hips and slide in.

It was a tight squeeze, the dry hole providing more resistance than he was used to with pussy. Hearing the pained grunts below him as Ozai continued to writhe, his instincts told him to stop, but he easily overrode them, remembering that he was here to repay some favors.

Cupping and massaging the smooth skin of his ass cheeks, he fully inserted himself. The first guard jeered, her inhibitions quickly slipping away at the sight of the fallen king crying out at Hakoda's first rough thrust. He glanced over to see that she'd slipped a hand down her pants, and the second guard had adopted an embarrassed look, hands pressed over his crotch in an attempt to hide his obvious erection.

"Do you want to tell me where she is?" he asked as he pulled back slightly to prepare for the second thrust.

"You're not going to stop if I tell you," Ozai hissed, voice muffled by the hay. His whole body rocked as Hakoda shoved into him again, harder this time.

Hakoda released his hips and ran his fingers down Ozai's muscular arms, tracing his veins down to where the cuffs bound his wrists behind his back. "So you admit that you know, then?"

"I'm simply pointing out that you are here to satiate your own shallow desires," he replied, "You don't care about her, or my son." Pain leaked into his voice in spite of his efforts to hide it.

"And it wasn't shallow when you wanted to fuck me?" Hakoda rammed into him a few quick times in succession. "And I certainly care more about your son than you do. What you did was fucking revolting, you know that? Your only worth as a human being is as a cum dumpster." Their bodies rocked back and forth together as Ozai worked with him to minimize the depth of the thrusts.

"Assuredly, it was shallow," he forced out through gritted teeth. "But you act as if you're making such a great sacrifice."

"Two fuckin' birds," Hakoda said. "Now, unless you'd rather use your mouth to suck me, I'd recommend you use it to tell me where your wife is."

Ozai was silent except for the grunts he made in time with Hakoda's quickening motions. Hakoda could feel his balls tightening, the grip of Ozai's ass around his cock propelling him towards climax. He grabbed him by the hips again, nails biting into flesh, and threw his head back. One hand traveled down to Ozai's dick to feel that it was still entrapped, prevented from reaching its full extension within the cage. They were sweating in the heat of the poorly ventilated prison, and their slick thighs clapped together. Ozai's face was fully buried in the hay now, and Hakoda could hardly hear his restrained groans turn to cries and whimpers below him.

Through the haze of pleasure, he glanced to where the guards watched and jerked off like a bunch of freakin animals. To his surprise, three more had gathered, hooting, cheering, and beating their meat. Luckily, Zuko hadn't shown up — at least not yet — though certainly he'd figured out what was going on by now.

Finally, with a mighty roar of triumph, Hakoda blew his load into that tight crevice. He lay there, satisfied for the moment, with his dick embedded in Ozai's arse before slowly pulling out, cum trailing from the hole onto the hay. Groping at the cock cage, where Ozai's dick strained against the metal, he began the last phase of his plan.

"The cage isn't coming off until I have answers," he repeated. Rolling Ozai over, he sprawled on top of him. Hay and strands of hair stuck to his sweaty face, and he appeared more dazed than pained.

"I don't have answers," he growled, bucking once in his chains.

"I can do this for hours. Days. Hell, I don't even have to be here. What else is there to do in this cell but to jerk off? You won't even be able to get hard as long this thing stays on." Hakoda leaned in to kiss down his neck, grinding his hips against the prisoner's groin and the uncomfortable metal cage around it. He was still flaccid, but as their cocks rubbed together, he felt his dick coming back to back to life.

"It's been years," he insisted. "She could be anywhere!"

Hakoda had indulged himself enough, and now it was time change tactics. He brushed away Ozai's hair to whisper into his ear, "I'm not walking away empty-handed. Even if it's just your best guess, I demand you tell me."

He drew back to see the hesitation in Ozai's eyes. "So you do know something." Hakoda leaned back in and began to kiss down his glistening neck, threading his hands in his hair and tasting sweat. "Tell me, and we can end this." Ozai's breath was heavy and ragged in his ear, and he expected that at any moment he'd murmur something about the information he'd hoped to find.

But he held out. Hakoda's fingers trailed down to his nipples and rubbed them in small circular motions. His mouth moved along the prisoner's jawline to the corner of his mouth.

"Get back to the fuckin'!" a guard shouted. "What's all this tender bullshit?"

"Ay! My fa died in that fuckin' war of yours! Fuck him good like before, what are you waiting for?"

Hakoda had just come here to get laid and interrogate a man. He hadn't expected to get heckled during sex. Increasingly obscene insults echoed through the cell, directed at both of them, but mostly at Ozai.

"Take it off," Ozai pleaded from beneath him, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

"Not until you get talking."

"Please," he whined. He started to grind against Hakoda uselessly, whether in an attempt to satiate himself or the hecklers, it was unclear. He wrapped his legs around Hakoda to pull him in closer. "She might be in her hometown, Hira'a. That's all I know. I swear it," he said.

Hakoda considered letting him go. There was still so much tormenting to be done, but he had a feeling that the guards might take his place after he finished. Still, the way he had Ozai squirming and begging beneath him was sending him on a real power trip. But he was hard again, and if he didn't do something about it soon, he didn't think he'd last much longer.

He licked his lips, and reached for his discarded pants to retrieve the key. The instant the cage was off, Ozai started vigorously humping him. Hakoda wrapped his arms around that broad, muscular back, and grinding his cock against Ozai's, he shoved him further down into the bedding. The hay was stiff and prickly against his skin, but Ozai's body was slick and hard.

The guards were still yelling, but this time, they were cheers. Hakoda forced their lips together, not caring if Ozai was planning on biting him this time, or that he could taste his own cock on his lips.

They orgasmed in unison, ropes of cum spraying between their bodies. Panting, Hakoda pulled away from Ozai and looked at the guards, who he realized had gone oddly silent.

"Oh, hi Zuko," Hakoda said as nonchalantly as he possibly could given the fact that he was screaming internally. He had to admit that he had anticipated this happening, unlike with the guards, but he'd just brushed it off. Well, that had been a mistake.

"Wh… What the fuck?" Zuko's eyes darted around, trying and failing to avoid looking their general direction.

"The good news is that we have a clue as to where your mother might be," Hakoda said. His false composure was crumbling by the second, and he needed Zuko gone before the facade fell away completely. "Now, if you could give us some privacy, we'd much appreciate it."

"PRIVACY!? This whole prison staff is watching…! This… happen…" he fumed. "THIS is why you agreed to help me? THIS was your plan!?"

While Zuko screamed his damn head off about the godless scene before him, Ozai grinned hazily and whispered into Hakoda's ear. "Set up a conjugal visit next time, will you? And bring lube. If you did so… I'd be happy to have you again."