The Flesh Cartel #2: Auction Read Free Page B

him.”
    Through the haze of pain, Mat felt fingers at his hole, realized with growing horror where this was leading. One hooked inside him beside the nightstick, then a second. Pulled , stretching him until he screamed again. “That’s it, hole. That’s the sound I wanna hear. Makes my dick hard. See?”
    The guard’s legs wedged between his own and wrenched them wide, and a second after that, as the nightstick torqued up at a terrible, blinding angle, the guard drove his cock in right beside it.
    This time, Mat did beg. Couldn’t help it. Don’t and Please and Oh God stop you’re killing me , tear-choked and desperate and he didn’t even recognize his own voice, couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, too loud and too awful and oh God Dougie’s listening . . .
    The weight lifted. Droplets of cum hit his lower back, like the start of a rainfall. Drop. Drop drop drop. He shuddered with relief, the coolness of the cell soothing his gaping hole. Rubbed his face against the padded floor to wipe away the wet stickiness there.
    The guard knelt over him, his presence a shadow now instead of a physical weight, but no less terrifying. He touched the nightstick to Mat’s back lightly, as if contemplating whether to strike him with it again. But the hit never came. Instead, the guard rolled the stick back and forth through his cooling cum, then shoved it into Mat’s ass again without warning. Mat sank his teeth into the soft padded floor and wrestled his scream into a whimper.
    “There. Now everything’s in its proper place. And just so you don’t forget too quick, I’m gonna leave that nightstick to plug my cum up your slutty ass. I’ll leave a note for the guys who come on next, so you better make sure it’s still there when they come by. I don’t like being made out as a liar, you understand?” He twisted the nightstick. Jiggled it to make sure it was secure. “Keep your ass on display so they know which cell to open. I’d hate for them to open your brother’s by mistake.” And then, a little louder, “What time does shift change again, little hole?”
    “M-midnight,” Dougie replied instantly.
    He’d been listening in. Intently.Mat felt queasy with the thought.
    The guard checked his watch. “Wow, so long? Enjoy your evening, hole.”
    A hard pat on the back of one welted thigh, a final cruel twist of the nightstick, and Mat lay perfectly still as his cell door opened and closed and locked again, holding his breath until the guard’s footsteps faded down the hall, away from Dougie’s door.

Eventually, Dougie slept.
    For a while he just hunched in his corner, silently listening to Mat’s ragged cries. The second time he’s cried today. He’d tried to speak up, say some word of comfort, but each time, Mat interrupted him with a distraught, humiliated,“Just go to sleep , Dougie!”
    So he gave up, for the sake of Mat’s dignity. Pretended to sleep, until suddenly it wasn’t pretend anymore.
    He woke up to Mat screaming again. Tired as if he’d never slept and aching in places he hadn’t known it was possible to hurt. Whatever they were doing to Mat, he couldn’t stop it, and though it shamed him to his toes to think it, left him hollow and queasy inside, he just huddled in his corner and kept his mouth shut, praying they wouldn’t come for him next.
    They didn’t. Mat wouldn’t tell him anything, just, I’m okay. Go back to sleep, Dougie.
    He slept. Woke up next to his door unlocking, a pair of guards, two forced blowjobs and a hard kick to the belly after he’d swallowed down their cum. And when they took him from his cell, he didn’t ask where they were taking him. They wouldn’t have told him anyway. Mat raged at them, face pressed to the window of his cell door, voice carrying down the hallway as they dragged Dougie off— Where are you taking him! Take me instead! Hey, get back here, you dog-fuckers, leave him alone! —but they paid him no more mind than they paid Dougie.
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