Caged

Caged – 9 – Lust Enjoyed

Brian gripped the cell bars tightly. He pressed his face against the cold metal and tried to relax his body. He forced himself to ignore the noises that drifted to them from the other cells. He wanted to imagine that they were alone--that no one would hear them. He closed his eyes, trying to pretend that it was completely dark and that the prisoner's across the corridor couldn't see what was about to happen.

He felt Dom's large hands positioning his hips, stroking him, readying him. So far they hadn't been noticed in the dim lighting that passed for lights-out. Dom was using this quiet time to gently smooth lube between Brian's cheeks. He slid a thick finger inside.

"Relax, Brian," he whispered softly. His other hand spread across Brian's taught belly and rubbed a soothing circle. "Relax, and when I push in--you push back. Okay?"

Brian gave a tight little nod.

"We don't have to do this, you know," Dom said softly. He sounded like he wanted Brian to give up the idea.

In answer Brian deliberately moaned loudly enough to call attention to their positions. Almost immediately the inmates who could view them started cackling and providing a play-by-play commentary to their blind fellows.

"Toretto's got his bitch up against the bars," came he harsh whispers that carried throughout the cellblock. "He's gonna fuck him." Catcalls and hoots of delight drifted eerily from every direction.

"Screw 'm good, Dom," called an unfamiliar voice.

Brian felt Dom's rumble as it vibrated through the big man. He knew he had pushed things and that his friend was angry with him. He tensed unconsciously in anticipation.

Pain streaked through him as Dom shoved another finger within him. No longer able to be gentle, the big man pumped his digits in and out, trying to get Brian stretched enough to handle him as quickly as possible.

Brian gritted his teeth against the feeling. Dom added another finger and pushed inward and upward so hard that Brian rose onto his toes.

"Cry out, damn it," Dom snarled. "Don't forget we have an audience."

Brian tried to, but nothing would come out. His jaws seemed glued together. He moaned softly instead.

He whimpered as Dom pulled his fingers free then gasped as the fingers spread his cheeks and the thick head of Dom's dick pressed against his back door.

He felt it as it shoved it's way inside. Sharp pain at first. He pushed back the way Dom had instructed and felt a moment's relief as the head cleared his outer ring of muscle.

Dom took a firm hold on Brian's hips and despite the frenzied urging of the convicts--Dom went in slowly. Brian felt him ease his way in carefully. He tried to relax, to give Dom full access. Finally, he felt the big man's muscled hips pressing against his ass and Brian knew that Dom was in as deeply as he could get.

"Ready?" the big man whispered.

When Brian nodded he started to move. Slowly he withdrew about halfway, then just as slowly his pressed back in. Once again Brian moaned. Dom repeated the process. And again. A little bit faster. A little bit harder. Brian silently squirmed beneath him. Strange, pleasant sensations warmed him. Dom gripped his hips tighter and started moving faster.

Brian knew he should be crying out, but he couldn't. He was still frozen into silence.

Dom rammed in and Brian moaned--his own stiff cock slid against the metal of the bars.

Dom withdrew and Brian gasped.

Dom slammed in hard and Brian twisted his hands around the bars.

Dom pulled back and hesitated and Brian squirmed with desire.

Dom drove inward and upward--hard--and Brian broke his silence.

"DOM!" Dom ground his hips. "IN" Dom changed his angle. "IC!!" Brian screamed his name at the top of his lungs.

He panted and begged as Dom withdrew. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck," he kept repeating as the big man slammed repeatedly into his body.

"Oh, God, Dom," he sobbed as a big hand reached around him and gripped his throbbing dick. Dominic pumped Brian's cock in rhythm with the thrusts of his massive hips. "Oh, Dominic, please," Brian continued to mindlessly beg for more--completely forgetting that he was supposed to be pleading for mercy.

Dom stilled his hips and concentrated on the quivering cock in his hand.

Brian arched his back and once again rested his head on the big shoulder behind him as Dom pumped him to his release. "Dominic!" he sobbed out as his cum squirted free.

Bonelessly he clung to the bars when he felt Dom grasp his hips securely and begin to move within him again. He gasped and moaned as aftershocks tingled through him. He felt his body slam into the bars, but didn't have the strength to cushion himself. It was all he could do to hang on as Dom pounded away towards his own release.

A great, deep, satisfied bellow signified the moment that Dominic achieved it.

Dom pulled away and stumbled back to collapse on his rack. Brian released his grip on the bars and slid to his knees.

He sat there for a long time, long after the catcalls and whistles finally stopped. Long after silence settled over the block. On wobbling legs he tottered toward his bunk. He didn't quite make it. A big form emerged from the shadows of the lower rack. It wrapped strong arms around him and pulled him down into the darkness.

"Dominic," he whispered.

"Shsh," came a gentle whisper. "Rest now, Brian."

Wrapped in his lover's strong arms, pressed tightly against his smooth flesh, Brian drifted off to sleep.

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Author's note: I will upload the second half of this fic soon. LOL! I'm not kidding, it just took me three hours to get this much of it posted. Technology is not my friend!

best wishes,
~rox