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Chris abruptly broke their kiss, and Toby groaned as he was pushed to his knees. He eagerly undid the fly on Chris’s pants and pulled them down. He began to guide Chris's erect cock toward his mouth, but Chris pulled back.
“No, not yet,” Chris moaned. “First, talk dirty to me.”
Oh, shit, thought Toby in panic. He'd never been good at that kind of thing. Frantically, he reacted to something in his immediate line of vision.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I love your butterfly tattoo. It’s so, uh, fanciful.”
The absolute stillness and silence above him caused Toby to look up. Chris was glaring at him with a bemused expression on his face.
“You think my tattoo is 'fanciful'?”
In despair, Toby noticed the softening of the appendage in his hand. He swallowed and searched his brain for words. “Maybe not fanciful. Exotic? Yes, it’s EXOTIC.”
“I guess that Harvard education ain’t good for much,” muttered Chris. “All you got for me is ‘exotic’ and ‘fanciful’? I could express myself better than that back in high school. I bet all your FANCY-pants lawyer buddies used to destroy you in court.”
Something snapped inside Toby. “Listen, you cocksucking motherfucker,” he hissed. “I could mop the goddamn courtroom floor with those pansy-assed bitches while assholes like you cowered in fear and begged for mercy. Fuck you! In fact, maybe I will before the night’s over.”
To Toby's surprise, he could feel Chris's dick hardening again.
"Ahhh.... see?" Chris sighed. "That's more like it."
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Adam cowered in fear at the sight of the prison in front of him. They’d tear him to shreds in there, he just knew it. All for a girl who didn’t deserve anything. She wanted him, he knew that. Her panicked screams meant nothing. They’d raised her to be a good girl so she denied her desire. Franklin gave him a pointed look so he straightened himself up. He must not let his fear show. The people in there were just a bunch of sissies anyway. He’d be all right. Nothing bad would happen to him.
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McManus had given Miguel hope, which was the scariest thing to have in a place like Oz. When McManus had managed to get him in front of Ruiz, Miguel had remained somewhat hopeful. Of course that hope was firmly squashed by Ruiz, who had told him he was never going to get out of Oz. So what was the point? He was so tired of it all - the walls, the fear, the death. Torquemada and his D-tabs now sounded like a really good idea. Torquemada was welcome to be him as long as he kept those D-tabs coming.
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Inside, it had been easy, and wasn't that ironic? Everybody and their little brother was doing it. Hell, it even gave him stud creds, being the one who tamed the dick-biting bitch and made him crave it like a good prag. Outside, he could feel their stares weighing on him constantly, and not stares envious of Beecher's sweet ass, no, those other stares.
He knew it was for the best when he'd dragged Beecher back inside, tried to tell him so, pleaded with him to understand. But no, Toby always had to live in fanciful worlds of his own making. In a 3 by 3 cell, Chris could give him that, create a little world just for them where he felt almighty and Toby could live inside his own mind. But Toby had never been able to let well enough rest, and always demanded so damn much, and he had to drag him out kicking and screaming, and expected him to do the same here, and be grateful for it.
He'd had Toby back for a few years on his own terms. He knew he owed it him to try it his way. If only it wasn't for those stares...
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If he concentrated hard enough, Jefferson could imagine Mavis was here beside him, his dick hardening beneath her touch and not his own.
He swore as his concentration was broken by the unwelcome thought of how Minister Said would disapprove of his actions. He would say it was a sin, touching yourself.
Of course, almost everything pleasurable was a sin, according to the minister.
And after all, Said got to fuck his new bride on his wedding night, didn't he - he didn't have to settle for his own fist.
So fuck him.
His fingers tightened as Mavis whispered his name.
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