The Flesh Cartel #2: Auction Read Free

and a swollen jaw. Mat’s handiwork, maybe? He hoped so.
    “So pretty, sleeping like a little baby. Baby want a blankie?”
    “Leave him alone!” Mat shouted from his cell. “You asshole, why don’t you come try it with a real man, huh?”
    Dougie clenched his jaw, ignoring the insult. He’s just trying to draw them away.
    It didn’t work.
    “What’s that you’re wearing there, pretty boy? Mmm, looks kinda sexy.” A rattling sound signaled a key in the lock to Dougie’s door. It swung open a moment later.
    Dougie lurched upright, leaning precariously against his corner on one hip and, for some absurd reason, reaching down to shield his groin.
    “Don’t you dare cover yourself up, hole. You’re new meat, so I won’t beat you for not assuming the position, but I will beat you for hiding yourself from me, understand? Get it through your thick skull. I’m a man. You’re a hole. You don’t have the fucking right to hide from me because your tiny little cock is mine , got it? Mine.” He kicked out, catching Dougie in the thigh. “Spread.”
    Beside them, Mat yelled something unintelligible, almost distracting the guard’s attention. Almost , but not quite, because Dougie clambered onto his knees and spread his legs, exposing his cock and balls and the plug in its leather harness. He tilted his chin up in defiance. I dare you to leave me now.
    The toe of the man’s boot tapped on the base of the plug, then pushed . Dougie winced, toes curling, shoulders hunching, trying to make himself very small.
    “That feel good, you hungry slut? No? Well, it will. One day that hole of yours is gonna be so loose and used, you’ll need a plug like that. But for now . . .” He gave the plug a little kick and Dougie cried out. “Lucky for you, boy, I don’t really feel like a BJ tonight. But the guys on the next shift might, so watch out. They start at . . .” The guard looked at his watch. “Twelve-oh-one. Oh, but I guess you don’t have a clock, do you? Oh well. I got some unfinished business to attend to with your cocksucker brother next door. Thought I’d punish him through you, but maybe next time. Guess tonight I’ll have to hit him directly at the source.” He patted his nightstick in thought. Turned for the door.
    “Leave him alone!” Dougie yelled. He was ignored, of course, and the relief he felt when the guard left his cell made him want to puke. That was his brother who was about to get his missed punishment.
    By the time he realized he should’ve been braver, more like Mat, should’ve tried to run, his cell door was already closed and locked again. Mat shouted, “That’s right, fucker,” as the guard unlocked the cell next door. “You stick your cock in my mouth, you’ll pull back a stump. I still have all my teeth left.”
    Don’t antagonize him don’t antagonize him don’t antagonize him ,Dougie thought at the same time he swelled with pride at Mat’s fearlessness.
    Mat’s door opened, closed again. “Not my cock I’m sticking in you, hole.”
    The nightstick. The way he’d caressed it. Oh God. “Don’t hurt him!” Dougie yelled. “Please, please don’t hurt him! Mat!” Don’t give him an excuse. Don’t make him hurt you with that thing.
    “Don’t worry, little hole,” the guard called, laughterin the sick fuck’s voice. “Your big bad brother’s behaving like a beaten little bitch. Aren’t you, big hole.” The unmistakable sound of something hard hitting flesh—the nightstick, or maybe his boot. Mat grunted, but he didn’t curse or yell.
    Please don’t fight back. Please just take it. It’ll be over sooner if you just take it.
    “You owe me two teeth, hole.”
    No. No no no no no.
    A brief scuffle, another grunt, the sound of a body hitting a mat. At least the floor’s padded. “Stay down, hole. Madame doesn’t even want you; you think she’ll care if I fuck you up?”
    Silence for a moment, or at least no sounds that carried. Dougie strained his ears, half