Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
Warnings: Same as initial chapter, with the addition of a forced blowjob.
Juice isn't fully awake when the guard ushers him from his cell. It's early, everyone is sleeping, and Juice is terrified. So far, other than Clay, he's been untouched. There's a sense of urgency and the guard pushes him ahead of him. Juice stumbles, but before he can fall, the guard catches him, pulling him steadily to his feet.
This time it isn't an out of the way corridor. There's a room with a small cot and Clay's there waiting for him. The guard sits in a chair, unzips and pulls out his penis, it's already erect. Juice looks away, his cheeks reddening with shame as he realizes that this must be some sort of deal that Clay made, for the benefit of Samcro
His mouth burns and aches, he feels like he's choking as he gags. His tongue slides over the thick, veiny surface, his fingers fumbling as he grasps the guard's dick so that he can slide his palm along the shaft as the entirety of it is too much to fit in his mouth.
He feels like he's pinioned, half floating, half grounded when Clay enters him. It's hard to establish a rhythm, making sure that he doesn't accidentally bite the guard when Clay thrusts and when his pseudo lover hits that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him that make him see stars.
Both men come at the same time and Juice is filled, stomach and ass, with their spunk. Unprepared for the frontal assault, he convulsively swallows and gags. It's too salty and he wishes that he could rinse out his mouth.
Shower, mouthwash, sleep.
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