Fic: Prison Warden (Xabi/Alvaro/Raul)
TITLE: Prison Warden
RATING: NC-18
SUMMARY: (PWP) Albeloa, Albiol & Xabi get a little excited on a prison tour. They ditch their group and indulge in a spontaneous role play. Xabi is the warden, Albeloa and Albiol are the prisoners. Written for a prompt at footballkink2 & inspired by this photo.
FANDOM: Football (Xabi Alonso/Álvaro Arbeloa/Raúl Albiol )
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
WARNING: Light kink (bondage/domination), threesome
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
Authors Note: This story kind of comes from the same flower as Patience & Control. It makes reference to Iker as a Dom.
*~*
Arbeloa wasn't too sure when the Alcatraz Tour had become so…. sexual.
How in the hell could a guided tour send his mind straight to the gutter?
It started out okay - Arbeloa had felt like a proper tourist with an audio guide around his neck and camera dangling from his wrist. But then he had noticed Albiol staring at the prison cells with an odd look on his face and Xabi kept reaching out and brushing the cell bars with his fingers and...
BAM!
… Arbeloa's mind went straight to the gutter without collecting $200.
It was horribly uncomfortable to suddenly have every kinky prison fantasy plaguing his thoughts. There was at least three kids in their group under the age of ten and four elderly couples that would probably die of shock if they realised what direction Arbeloa’s thoughts were heading in.
And they were heading there... sinking deeper and deeper until Arbeloa was flushing with the mere thought of what could go on behind those bars.
Then the worst possible thing happened - Arbeloa and Albiol made eye contact.
Albiol’s eyes were dark and heated, filling the space between them with an energy so thick that Arbeloa was sure it would ignite at any second. Struggling to push aside the lust that blinded him, he grinned teasingly and whispered, “Hey, who is it that has the prison fetish again?” he pretended to think about it before lighting up and exclaiming, “hey man, I think its you!”
Albiol opened his mouth, no doubt to let out a scathing reply but Xabi pushed between them. “There are kids on this tour. Let’s keep it PG.”
“Says, Mr. don’t-mind-me-I’m-just-stroking-the-bars,” Albiol joked.
“Actually,” Xabi replied calmly, “I was imagining you cuffed to them.”
Albiol froze and looked at Xabi. “What?”
Xabi grabbed his arm to keep him walking, the group was just up ahead listening attentively to the guide. “I’d have you on your feet, hands cuffed above your head and Arbeloa on his knees...” his eyes flicked to Arbeloa suggestively, “doing exactly as I say.”
It felt like someone had sucker punched him. “Oh fuck,” Arbeloa whispered.
Xabi winked and continued towards the group, leaving Arbeloa and Albiol stupefied behind.
“Did that just happen?”
“It definitely happened.”
They both stood and watched until the group rounded the corner. The second the last straggler was out of sight Arbeloa grabbed Albiol and shoved him into the bars of the closest cell. The bars clattered loudly at the impact and they both froze, waiting anxiously to see if anyone would return. No one did.
“Fuck,” Albiol whispered. “Kiss me, now.”
Jerking his head up, Arbeloa captured Albiol’s mouth with his own. Both hands tangled in his hair, forcing their mouths together. His urgency was met and matched, the kiss dirty and hot and thrilling and oh gods, Arbeloa wanted it.
Albiol’s thigh pressed his legs apart and rubbed from side to side, massaging the growing bulge in Arbeloa’s jeans. Arbeloa groaned and rested his forehead against Albiol’s, panting heavily. "I have never been so horny in my life.”
“We’re going to get arrested for public indecency," Albiol whispered back between breaths, gripping Arbeloa’s hips and yanking him closer.
“Fuck it,” Arbeloa breathed before crashing his lips back to Albiol’s.
They must have stood there for an age, grabbing at each others clothing and shoving each other, struggling for the upper hand over and over until Arbeloa was pretty sure they were both going to have prison bar bruises down their backs.
“Well, well, well... what do we have here?”
Arbeloa gasped and yanked himself away at the sudden interruption. The voice was loud and smug... Arbeloa turned... to see Xabi wearing a prison warden uniform. Arbeloa gaped, not knowing whether to laugh or... hell, he didn’t even know how to respond to a sight like that. Xabi was walking confidently towards them wearing brown slacks and a neatly pressed button down uniform shirt. He carried an armful of ugly orange material and just underneath, Arbeloa could make out the faint glint of silver handcuffs hanging from his belt.
Xabi tossed the bundle of fabric at him and Arbeloa caught it on autopilot, still stunned by the turn of events.
“Take off your clothes. Put on the jumpsuits.” Xabi ordered, not leaving room for discussion. “You have two minutes.”
Arbeloa tossed a quick glance at Albiol who looked as bewildered as he felt. Then both of them were quickly discarding their clothes and pulling on the orange jumpsuits. Arbeloa watched with half an eye as Xabi walked to each end of the hall and yanked the doors shut, effectively closing them in. Oh hell, they were definitely going to get arrested. That, or Xabi was going to kill them, one or the other.
*
The warden uniform had been surprisingly easy to find, the jumpsuits even more so. Xabi had merely charmed the tour guide into taking the group to see some authentic uniforms. The second he had three in his arms, he had slipped away from the group and retraced his steps to the long corridor of cells.
The prison was a labyrinth and it had taken him forever to find Albiol and Arbeloa again, but in the process he knew enough about the layout to know that there would be a door at either end of the corridor - he closed them now, locking them in and ensuring they had some privacy. For now anyway.
“So.” Xabi began as he walked back to the duo. He lifted his chin and looked at them sternly, hoping they would catch on quick enough. “This is the third time this week I’ve had a complaint about you two.”
Albiol didn’t say anything, instead he crossed his arms over his chest and slumped back against the bars looking like he wanted to be anywhere except here.
Xabi raised an eyebrow. “I see, and you?” he asked turning to Arbeloa.
Arbeloa shrugged and looked away.
Xabi surveyed them both before pacing back and forth slowly in front of them. “I’ve been told that you were engaging in some odd behavior. Very odd behavior. Some of the guards seem to think its grounds for punishment. What exactly were you two doing in the showers?”
Arbeloa peeked at Albiol. Neither of them spoke.
“Answer me!” Xabi snapped.
Albiol jumped and tossed Arbeloa a look before hunching further into the bars and looking embarrassed. “It was nothing. It wasn’t what they thought, this is all a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Xabi repeated, “my guards misunderstood three times, did they? What is it that my guards misunderstood?”
Neither spoke.
“Answer me now boys or I’ll chuck you in solitary confinement for a month.”
Arbeloa swallowed, “we were...” he hesitated shifted away from Albiol, “kissing, sir.”
“Kissing,” Xabi repeated, “I see. If I was called to the trial of every person in this prison caught kissing then I would never be able to leave this hell hole. I think you two were getting up to a lot more than kissing.”
Both boys were quiet.
“Very well,” Xabi continued, “if you won’t tell me then you can show me.”
Albiol’s head jerked up, “show you?”
Xabi took a few steps back and waved at them to get started. “Solitary confinement, men,” he threatened.
Albiol reluctantly turned to Arbeloa, “I can’t risk another month in solitary, man. It nearly killed me last time.”
Arbeloa licked his lips and nodded. “Fine, let the old guy get his kicks. It doesn’t matter. We’re fucked anyway.”
Xabi kept his face neutral, but it was a struggle. Albiol and Arbeloa were playing along better than he had expected and the sight of their lips coming together on his order was enough to have him shifting impatiently. Xabi watched as Arbeloa increased the pressure of the kiss, sliding the tip of his tongue across Albiol’s lower lip. Tentative, he sucked on the moist, plump flesh, raking his teeth lightly over its sensitive lining.
Albiol’s hand slid into Arbeloa’s hair holding his mouth in place, claiming Arbeloa’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Arbeloa relaxed into the tight embrace, arching his neck so the unmoving fingers laced through his hair had to tug tighter to keep their grip. The gap between their bodies disappeared and Xabi watched as their hips pressed together, rubbing lazily almost as an afterthought. Suddenly Albiol broke away, catching Arbeloa’s hand and pushing it down to his groin, he groaned as Arbeloa cupped him roughly.
Xabi scowled, pretending to be disgusted when in reality he was so turned on he could barely see straight. “Sluts and whores. Why am I not surprised? Is this all?”
Arbeloa ignored him and began undoing the zip in the front of Albiol’s suit. When the zip reached his hips, Albiol squeaked and stepped away. “That’s all. Can I go now? I have canteen duty.”
“I don’t think so. No.” Xabi strode forward snapping a cuff around Albiol’s right wrist with one quick movement. Before either of them could protest he had both of Albiol’s wrists cuffed together above his head.
Albiol gaped at him, for a split second letting the surprise break through his role play. He quickly managed to school his features to casual boredom. “I could have you fired for this.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Xabi smirked turning his attention to Arbeloa. “You. On your knees.”
Arbeloa looked at the floor, then at Xabi and scowled, “No. You’re out of your mind.”
Xabi strolled forward and purred, “on your knees, Arbeloa or I send lover boy here into solitary.”
Arbeloa looked from Xabi to Albiol and back again before cussing under his breath and dropping to his knees.
Xabi patted his head, “good boy. Strip him off.”
Arbeloa was muttering and cursing under his breath as he crawled to Albiol and slid the zip the rest of the way down before pulling the jumpsuit over his hips.
“Don’t pretend that you hate this,” Xabi drawled as he watched. “You love being watched, exhibitionists the both of you. Why else would you be fucking each other all over the damn prison.” Xabi flicked a hand at Albiol, “the boxers too. I want him naked.”
Albiol was impossibly hard and his breathing was slightly stilted as he stepped out of his clothes. Arbeloa pushed the bundle aside and tried to look sulky but Xabi saw him peek at Albiol’s cock more than once or twice. Xabi smirked, wondering how long the three of them could keep this up.
“Suck him,” Xabi ordered.
Arbeloa opened his mouth to argue, but evidently thought better of it and instead lent forward and took the tip of Albiol into his mouth.
“Ah fuck,” Albiol breathed. His eyes fell onto Xabi who took a couple of steps back and slid into one of the guard chairs that were in place at random intervals along the corridor.
Holding Albiol’s eyes, Xabi reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zip and extracting his cock. Albiol’s eyes nearly fell out of his head as Xabi started to stroke himself.
“I’ve seen you watching me,” Xabi role played. “Watching my arse when I walk down the corridor. Do you want me?”
Albiol squirmed in his cuffs, his breath coming out in short groans and whimpers as Arbeloa continued to work his cock in his mouth.
Xabi lifted an eyebrow, “you don’t have permission to cum.”
Albiol slammed his eyes shut, attempting to get himself back under control. Xabi let him squirm for an age before, “that’s enough, Arbeloa.”
Arbeloa stopped and sat back on his heels breathing hard.
“Stand up.” Xabi ordered and tossed Arbeloa a second pair of cuffs the moment the defender was on his feet and had his full attention.
Arbeloa caught them confused.
Xabi nodded to the bars and watched as Arbeloa awkwardly cuffed one hand before pausing not able to cuff the other.
Xabi stood and undressed slowly, walking over to the boys, his cock leading the way.
“Look at you two,” he smirked. “I give you a tiny threat and suddenly you’re both desperate to do whatever I say.” Xabi reached out and yanked off Arbeloa’s jumpsuit quickly before cuffing his other hand. He shoved down Arbeloa’s underwear and now all three of them were completely naked. Xabi desperately hoped there weren’t any active security cameras in the corridor, if there were then security was in for a hell of a show.
Xabi reached out and stroked Arbeloa’s cock, watching as his eyes fluttered shut. “You, have been a very naughty prisoner. Haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmmm.” Xabi bent down and nipped at Arbeloa’s nipples, letting his hands roam wherever they pleased before gripping his arse and rubbing their cocks together.
Arbeloa tugged at his cuffs and panted for breath, “I really fucking hate being restrained.”
Xabi smirked, “too bad, I love you all spread out for me. What do you think Albiol? Doesn’t Arbeloa look pretty all tied up?”
Albiol ran dark passionate eyes over them. “He’d look better if I was fucking him.”
“Ah, so finally I get some answers. Were you fucking Arbeloa in the shower room?” Xabi asked stepping away from Arbeloa and observing them both strung up by their hands against the cold white chipped bars.
Arbeloa smirked at Albiol. “No, I was fucking him.”
“Fuck off,” Albiol laughed before getting back into character and admitting, “we fucked each other.”
“Hmmm,” Xabi mused, “I would like to see that. But that would be a reward and we are here for punishment.” Slowly Xabi walked back to his clothes and in one deft movement, pulled his belt from his pant loops with a flourish.
Both boys looked absolutely horrified. Xabi sent them both an evil grin, “turn around boys.”
“Oh fuck,” Arbeloa swore, “I am not a masochist.”
Xabi raised an eyebrow, “three lashes each. One for each time you were stupid enough to get caught.”
Arbeloa was still swearing. Albiol looked oddly intrigued. Xabi made a mental note to send that boy to Iker.
“You can go first pretty-boy,” Xabi told Arbeloa, reaching out and shoving him around by the shoulder. His cuffs clacked deliciously against the bars as Arbeloa struggled around. Watching Arbeloa’s reactions, Xabi gave him some warm up taps before bringing the belt down hard.
“Ow, fuck you!” Arbeloa swore.
Xabi fought the urge to laugh. He hadn’t even hit him hard. Pressing up against his back, Xabi brought his hands around to play with Arbeloa’s balls. “Count them and thank me for each lash, or we start again beautiful.”
Arbeloa gritted his teeth. “One. Thank you.”
Xabi grinned breaking out of character. “Fucking beautiful, I’m giving you to Iker.”
“Fuck off.”
Arbeloa’s reaction was better the second time. The surprise was gone and he just gasped. “Two. Thank you.”
“One more. If you’re good I might even let you cum.” Xabi promised, surprised and impressed that Arbeloa had managed to keep his erection even through the punishment. He brought the belt down the final time, a little harder than the other two.
Arbeloa jumped and let out a breath, “three, thank you.”
Xabi caressed his arse smoothing the pink flush before stepping away and undoing Albiol’s cuffs.
Albiol looked confused, his eyes flickering to the belt. Oh yes, Xabi was definitely sending him to Iker. Xabi returned to his pile of clothes and tossed a tube of lube to Albiol. “Get him ready,” he ordered.
Arbeloa looked like he was in some kind of heaven as Albiol slid a wet finger into him. Xabi bent forward and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Fuck the role play, fuck the punishment,” Arbeloa whispered when they came up for breath, “Just stop fucking teasing me.”
Xabi smiled for a split second before, “my, my you are a demanding prisoner aren’t you?”
Arbeloa scowled even as Xabi released his cuffs and allowed his arms to fall to his side.
“On the ground, pretty boy,” Xabi whispered, “Albiol still needs to take his punishment.”
Albiol took his much better than Arbeloa. He didn’t shout or cry out, if anything he arched slightly towards it, anticipating each strike before it fell. Xabi figured he needed some sort of a reward for that performance.
“Alright men, punishment is over.” Xabi smiled. “Because you were both such good boys its time for your reward. Arbeloa, congratulations, you’re the worst sub I’ve ever come across. So you’re on the bottom.”
Arbeloa rolled his eyes.
“Albiol is going to top you and I’m going to top both of you.” Xabi gave a curious tug to one of the prison cell doors and nodded happily when it slid open. “Get on the bed.”
“If I get bed bugs...” Albiol threatened even as he happily slid onto the bed after Arbeloa and lent over to kiss him.
Xabi slapped Albiol’s arse. “On you knees.”
Albiol moved and Arbeloa sat up slightly so the kiss could continue. Xabi smiled at them as he poured some lube onto his fingers and circled Albiol’s hole, they really were beautiful together. All lean muscles and tanned skin, dark hair and a passion so strong it oozed from them.
When he was ready, Xabi gave Albiol a nudge. “Lets do this.”
It wasn’t the most comfortable place. The prison bed was tiny and it took a couple of moments for them to find a position that worked, but then Albiol pressed deep into Arbeloa and glanced over his shoulder. At his nod, Xabi lined himself up eased into Albiol slowly, holding onto Albiol’s hips to keep him still. “Okay?” Xabi asked.
“Yeah,” Albiol grunted, “just go slow for a second.”
Xabi did, easing into him until all three of them were joined.
“Bloody hell,” Albiol whispered, “this isn’t going to last long.”
None of them were going to last long. They had all teased each other too much and were way too close to the edge. Biting his lip, Xabi gripped Albiol’s hips and pulled out slightly before he started moving, his movements dictated Albiol’s and Albiol’s frustrated the hell out of Arbeloa who was cussing out them both.
“Gods,” Arbeloa swore, “harder Xabi. Fuck.”
For the first time that night, Xabi did as he was told, speeding up his thrusts, holding everything back as his body started to burn with the pleasure. Arbeloa came first, spurting all across his chest and Albiol’s hand. Xabi held back until Albiol groaned beneath him and only then did Xabi give a couple more deep thrusts before coming with a shout and collapsing down onto them both.
“I think I’m in the wrong profession,” Xabi panted as they all came down from the high. “Maybe I should have been a warden.”
“You’d end up in jail yourself,” Albiol mumbled, too tired to properly annunciate his words.
“Just so you know,” Arbeloa groaned. “I’m never taking either of you sight seeing with me again.”
Albiol pushed himself wearily off the bed, “agreed. Lets get out of here before we all get arrested.”
THE END
*~*
Feedback is much appreciated. There is something so incredibly awkward about posting PWP. Its so self indulgent :)
RATING: NC-18
SUMMARY: (PWP) Albeloa, Albiol & Xabi get a little excited on a prison tour. They ditch their group and indulge in a spontaneous role play. Xabi is the warden, Albeloa and Albiol are the prisoners. Written for a prompt at footballkink2 & inspired by this photo.
FANDOM: Football (Xabi Alonso/Álvaro Arbeloa/Raúl Albiol )
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
WARNING: Light kink (bondage/domination), threesome
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
Authors Note: This story kind of comes from the same flower as Patience & Control. It makes reference to Iker as a Dom.
*~*
Arbeloa wasn't too sure when the Alcatraz Tour had become so…. sexual.
How in the hell could a guided tour send his mind straight to the gutter?
It started out okay - Arbeloa had felt like a proper tourist with an audio guide around his neck and camera dangling from his wrist. But then he had noticed Albiol staring at the prison cells with an odd look on his face and Xabi kept reaching out and brushing the cell bars with his fingers and...
BAM!
… Arbeloa's mind went straight to the gutter without collecting $200.
It was horribly uncomfortable to suddenly have every kinky prison fantasy plaguing his thoughts. There was at least three kids in their group under the age of ten and four elderly couples that would probably die of shock if they realised what direction Arbeloa’s thoughts were heading in.
And they were heading there... sinking deeper and deeper until Arbeloa was flushing with the mere thought of what could go on behind those bars.
Then the worst possible thing happened - Arbeloa and Albiol made eye contact.
Albiol’s eyes were dark and heated, filling the space between them with an energy so thick that Arbeloa was sure it would ignite at any second. Struggling to push aside the lust that blinded him, he grinned teasingly and whispered, “Hey, who is it that has the prison fetish again?” he pretended to think about it before lighting up and exclaiming, “hey man, I think its you!”
Albiol opened his mouth, no doubt to let out a scathing reply but Xabi pushed between them. “There are kids on this tour. Let’s keep it PG.”
“Says, Mr. don’t-mind-me-I’m-just-stroking-the-bars,” Albiol joked.
“Actually,” Xabi replied calmly, “I was imagining you cuffed to them.”
Albiol froze and looked at Xabi. “What?”
Xabi grabbed his arm to keep him walking, the group was just up ahead listening attentively to the guide. “I’d have you on your feet, hands cuffed above your head and Arbeloa on his knees...” his eyes flicked to Arbeloa suggestively, “doing exactly as I say.”
It felt like someone had sucker punched him. “Oh fuck,” Arbeloa whispered.
Xabi winked and continued towards the group, leaving Arbeloa and Albiol stupefied behind.
“Did that just happen?”
“It definitely happened.”
They both stood and watched until the group rounded the corner. The second the last straggler was out of sight Arbeloa grabbed Albiol and shoved him into the bars of the closest cell. The bars clattered loudly at the impact and they both froze, waiting anxiously to see if anyone would return. No one did.
“Fuck,” Albiol whispered. “Kiss me, now.”
Jerking his head up, Arbeloa captured Albiol’s mouth with his own. Both hands tangled in his hair, forcing their mouths together. His urgency was met and matched, the kiss dirty and hot and thrilling and oh gods, Arbeloa wanted it.
Albiol’s thigh pressed his legs apart and rubbed from side to side, massaging the growing bulge in Arbeloa’s jeans. Arbeloa groaned and rested his forehead against Albiol’s, panting heavily. "I have never been so horny in my life.”
“We’re going to get arrested for public indecency," Albiol whispered back between breaths, gripping Arbeloa’s hips and yanking him closer.
“Fuck it,” Arbeloa breathed before crashing his lips back to Albiol’s.
They must have stood there for an age, grabbing at each others clothing and shoving each other, struggling for the upper hand over and over until Arbeloa was pretty sure they were both going to have prison bar bruises down their backs.
“Well, well, well... what do we have here?”
Arbeloa gasped and yanked himself away at the sudden interruption. The voice was loud and smug... Arbeloa turned... to see Xabi wearing a prison warden uniform. Arbeloa gaped, not knowing whether to laugh or... hell, he didn’t even know how to respond to a sight like that. Xabi was walking confidently towards them wearing brown slacks and a neatly pressed button down uniform shirt. He carried an armful of ugly orange material and just underneath, Arbeloa could make out the faint glint of silver handcuffs hanging from his belt.
Xabi tossed the bundle of fabric at him and Arbeloa caught it on autopilot, still stunned by the turn of events.
“Take off your clothes. Put on the jumpsuits.” Xabi ordered, not leaving room for discussion. “You have two minutes.”
Arbeloa tossed a quick glance at Albiol who looked as bewildered as he felt. Then both of them were quickly discarding their clothes and pulling on the orange jumpsuits. Arbeloa watched with half an eye as Xabi walked to each end of the hall and yanked the doors shut, effectively closing them in. Oh hell, they were definitely going to get arrested. That, or Xabi was going to kill them, one or the other.
*
The warden uniform had been surprisingly easy to find, the jumpsuits even more so. Xabi had merely charmed the tour guide into taking the group to see some authentic uniforms. The second he had three in his arms, he had slipped away from the group and retraced his steps to the long corridor of cells.
The prison was a labyrinth and it had taken him forever to find Albiol and Arbeloa again, but in the process he knew enough about the layout to know that there would be a door at either end of the corridor - he closed them now, locking them in and ensuring they had some privacy. For now anyway.
“So.” Xabi began as he walked back to the duo. He lifted his chin and looked at them sternly, hoping they would catch on quick enough. “This is the third time this week I’ve had a complaint about you two.”
Albiol didn’t say anything, instead he crossed his arms over his chest and slumped back against the bars looking like he wanted to be anywhere except here.
Xabi raised an eyebrow. “I see, and you?” he asked turning to Arbeloa.
Arbeloa shrugged and looked away.
Xabi surveyed them both before pacing back and forth slowly in front of them. “I’ve been told that you were engaging in some odd behavior. Very odd behavior. Some of the guards seem to think its grounds for punishment. What exactly were you two doing in the showers?”
Arbeloa peeked at Albiol. Neither of them spoke.
“Answer me!” Xabi snapped.
Albiol jumped and tossed Arbeloa a look before hunching further into the bars and looking embarrassed. “It was nothing. It wasn’t what they thought, this is all a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Xabi repeated, “my guards misunderstood three times, did they? What is it that my guards misunderstood?”
Neither spoke.
“Answer me now boys or I’ll chuck you in solitary confinement for a month.”
Arbeloa swallowed, “we were...” he hesitated shifted away from Albiol, “kissing, sir.”
“Kissing,” Xabi repeated, “I see. If I was called to the trial of every person in this prison caught kissing then I would never be able to leave this hell hole. I think you two were getting up to a lot more than kissing.”
Both boys were quiet.
“Very well,” Xabi continued, “if you won’t tell me then you can show me.”
Albiol’s head jerked up, “show you?”
Xabi took a few steps back and waved at them to get started. “Solitary confinement, men,” he threatened.
Albiol reluctantly turned to Arbeloa, “I can’t risk another month in solitary, man. It nearly killed me last time.”
Arbeloa licked his lips and nodded. “Fine, let the old guy get his kicks. It doesn’t matter. We’re fucked anyway.”
Xabi kept his face neutral, but it was a struggle. Albiol and Arbeloa were playing along better than he had expected and the sight of their lips coming together on his order was enough to have him shifting impatiently. Xabi watched as Arbeloa increased the pressure of the kiss, sliding the tip of his tongue across Albiol’s lower lip. Tentative, he sucked on the moist, plump flesh, raking his teeth lightly over its sensitive lining.
Albiol’s hand slid into Arbeloa’s hair holding his mouth in place, claiming Arbeloa’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Arbeloa relaxed into the tight embrace, arching his neck so the unmoving fingers laced through his hair had to tug tighter to keep their grip. The gap between their bodies disappeared and Xabi watched as their hips pressed together, rubbing lazily almost as an afterthought. Suddenly Albiol broke away, catching Arbeloa’s hand and pushing it down to his groin, he groaned as Arbeloa cupped him roughly.
Xabi scowled, pretending to be disgusted when in reality he was so turned on he could barely see straight. “Sluts and whores. Why am I not surprised? Is this all?”
Arbeloa ignored him and began undoing the zip in the front of Albiol’s suit. When the zip reached his hips, Albiol squeaked and stepped away. “That’s all. Can I go now? I have canteen duty.”
“I don’t think so. No.” Xabi strode forward snapping a cuff around Albiol’s right wrist with one quick movement. Before either of them could protest he had both of Albiol’s wrists cuffed together above his head.
Albiol gaped at him, for a split second letting the surprise break through his role play. He quickly managed to school his features to casual boredom. “I could have you fired for this.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Xabi smirked turning his attention to Arbeloa. “You. On your knees.”
Arbeloa looked at the floor, then at Xabi and scowled, “No. You’re out of your mind.”
Xabi strolled forward and purred, “on your knees, Arbeloa or I send lover boy here into solitary.”
Arbeloa looked from Xabi to Albiol and back again before cussing under his breath and dropping to his knees.
Xabi patted his head, “good boy. Strip him off.”
Arbeloa was muttering and cursing under his breath as he crawled to Albiol and slid the zip the rest of the way down before pulling the jumpsuit over his hips.
“Don’t pretend that you hate this,” Xabi drawled as he watched. “You love being watched, exhibitionists the both of you. Why else would you be fucking each other all over the damn prison.” Xabi flicked a hand at Albiol, “the boxers too. I want him naked.”
Albiol was impossibly hard and his breathing was slightly stilted as he stepped out of his clothes. Arbeloa pushed the bundle aside and tried to look sulky but Xabi saw him peek at Albiol’s cock more than once or twice. Xabi smirked, wondering how long the three of them could keep this up.
“Suck him,” Xabi ordered.
Arbeloa opened his mouth to argue, but evidently thought better of it and instead lent forward and took the tip of Albiol into his mouth.
“Ah fuck,” Albiol breathed. His eyes fell onto Xabi who took a couple of steps back and slid into one of the guard chairs that were in place at random intervals along the corridor.
Holding Albiol’s eyes, Xabi reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zip and extracting his cock. Albiol’s eyes nearly fell out of his head as Xabi started to stroke himself.
“I’ve seen you watching me,” Xabi role played. “Watching my arse when I walk down the corridor. Do you want me?”
Albiol squirmed in his cuffs, his breath coming out in short groans and whimpers as Arbeloa continued to work his cock in his mouth.
Xabi lifted an eyebrow, “you don’t have permission to cum.”
Albiol slammed his eyes shut, attempting to get himself back under control. Xabi let him squirm for an age before, “that’s enough, Arbeloa.”
Arbeloa stopped and sat back on his heels breathing hard.
“Stand up.” Xabi ordered and tossed Arbeloa a second pair of cuffs the moment the defender was on his feet and had his full attention.
Arbeloa caught them confused.
Xabi nodded to the bars and watched as Arbeloa awkwardly cuffed one hand before pausing not able to cuff the other.
Xabi stood and undressed slowly, walking over to the boys, his cock leading the way.
“Look at you two,” he smirked. “I give you a tiny threat and suddenly you’re both desperate to do whatever I say.” Xabi reached out and yanked off Arbeloa’s jumpsuit quickly before cuffing his other hand. He shoved down Arbeloa’s underwear and now all three of them were completely naked. Xabi desperately hoped there weren’t any active security cameras in the corridor, if there were then security was in for a hell of a show.
Xabi reached out and stroked Arbeloa’s cock, watching as his eyes fluttered shut. “You, have been a very naughty prisoner. Haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmmm.” Xabi bent down and nipped at Arbeloa’s nipples, letting his hands roam wherever they pleased before gripping his arse and rubbing their cocks together.
Arbeloa tugged at his cuffs and panted for breath, “I really fucking hate being restrained.”
Xabi smirked, “too bad, I love you all spread out for me. What do you think Albiol? Doesn’t Arbeloa look pretty all tied up?”
Albiol ran dark passionate eyes over them. “He’d look better if I was fucking him.”
“Ah, so finally I get some answers. Were you fucking Arbeloa in the shower room?” Xabi asked stepping away from Arbeloa and observing them both strung up by their hands against the cold white chipped bars.
Arbeloa smirked at Albiol. “No, I was fucking him.”
“Fuck off,” Albiol laughed before getting back into character and admitting, “we fucked each other.”
“Hmmm,” Xabi mused, “I would like to see that. But that would be a reward and we are here for punishment.” Slowly Xabi walked back to his clothes and in one deft movement, pulled his belt from his pant loops with a flourish.
Both boys looked absolutely horrified. Xabi sent them both an evil grin, “turn around boys.”
“Oh fuck,” Arbeloa swore, “I am not a masochist.”
Xabi raised an eyebrow, “three lashes each. One for each time you were stupid enough to get caught.”
Arbeloa was still swearing. Albiol looked oddly intrigued. Xabi made a mental note to send that boy to Iker.
“You can go first pretty-boy,” Xabi told Arbeloa, reaching out and shoving him around by the shoulder. His cuffs clacked deliciously against the bars as Arbeloa struggled around. Watching Arbeloa’s reactions, Xabi gave him some warm up taps before bringing the belt down hard.
“Ow, fuck you!” Arbeloa swore.
Xabi fought the urge to laugh. He hadn’t even hit him hard. Pressing up against his back, Xabi brought his hands around to play with Arbeloa’s balls. “Count them and thank me for each lash, or we start again beautiful.”
Arbeloa gritted his teeth. “One. Thank you.”
Xabi grinned breaking out of character. “Fucking beautiful, I’m giving you to Iker.”
“Fuck off.”
Arbeloa’s reaction was better the second time. The surprise was gone and he just gasped. “Two. Thank you.”
“One more. If you’re good I might even let you cum.” Xabi promised, surprised and impressed that Arbeloa had managed to keep his erection even through the punishment. He brought the belt down the final time, a little harder than the other two.
Arbeloa jumped and let out a breath, “three, thank you.”
Xabi caressed his arse smoothing the pink flush before stepping away and undoing Albiol’s cuffs.
Albiol looked confused, his eyes flickering to the belt. Oh yes, Xabi was definitely sending him to Iker. Xabi returned to his pile of clothes and tossed a tube of lube to Albiol. “Get him ready,” he ordered.
Arbeloa looked like he was in some kind of heaven as Albiol slid a wet finger into him. Xabi bent forward and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Fuck the role play, fuck the punishment,” Arbeloa whispered when they came up for breath, “Just stop fucking teasing me.”
Xabi smiled for a split second before, “my, my you are a demanding prisoner aren’t you?”
Arbeloa scowled even as Xabi released his cuffs and allowed his arms to fall to his side.
“On the ground, pretty boy,” Xabi whispered, “Albiol still needs to take his punishment.”
Albiol took his much better than Arbeloa. He didn’t shout or cry out, if anything he arched slightly towards it, anticipating each strike before it fell. Xabi figured he needed some sort of a reward for that performance.
“Alright men, punishment is over.” Xabi smiled. “Because you were both such good boys its time for your reward. Arbeloa, congratulations, you’re the worst sub I’ve ever come across. So you’re on the bottom.”
Arbeloa rolled his eyes.
“Albiol is going to top you and I’m going to top both of you.” Xabi gave a curious tug to one of the prison cell doors and nodded happily when it slid open. “Get on the bed.”
“If I get bed bugs...” Albiol threatened even as he happily slid onto the bed after Arbeloa and lent over to kiss him.
Xabi slapped Albiol’s arse. “On you knees.”
Albiol moved and Arbeloa sat up slightly so the kiss could continue. Xabi smiled at them as he poured some lube onto his fingers and circled Albiol’s hole, they really were beautiful together. All lean muscles and tanned skin, dark hair and a passion so strong it oozed from them.
When he was ready, Xabi gave Albiol a nudge. “Lets do this.”
It wasn’t the most comfortable place. The prison bed was tiny and it took a couple of moments for them to find a position that worked, but then Albiol pressed deep into Arbeloa and glanced over his shoulder. At his nod, Xabi lined himself up eased into Albiol slowly, holding onto Albiol’s hips to keep him still. “Okay?” Xabi asked.
“Yeah,” Albiol grunted, “just go slow for a second.”
Xabi did, easing into him until all three of them were joined.
“Bloody hell,” Albiol whispered, “this isn’t going to last long.”
None of them were going to last long. They had all teased each other too much and were way too close to the edge. Biting his lip, Xabi gripped Albiol’s hips and pulled out slightly before he started moving, his movements dictated Albiol’s and Albiol’s frustrated the hell out of Arbeloa who was cussing out them both.
“Gods,” Arbeloa swore, “harder Xabi. Fuck.”
For the first time that night, Xabi did as he was told, speeding up his thrusts, holding everything back as his body started to burn with the pleasure. Arbeloa came first, spurting all across his chest and Albiol’s hand. Xabi held back until Albiol groaned beneath him and only then did Xabi give a couple more deep thrusts before coming with a shout and collapsing down onto them both.
“I think I’m in the wrong profession,” Xabi panted as they all came down from the high. “Maybe I should have been a warden.”
“You’d end up in jail yourself,” Albiol mumbled, too tired to properly annunciate his words.
“Just so you know,” Arbeloa groaned. “I’m never taking either of you sight seeing with me again.”
Albiol pushed himself wearily off the bed, “agreed. Lets get out of here before we all get arrested.”
THE END
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