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silent. That was all that mattered right now. He’d take ten fucking nightsticks if it would keep Dougie safe just a little bit longer.
    Another thrust, more brutal than the last. Another scream to go with it. The wetness in his eyes overflowed, dripped down his cheeks. It was like a fucking dam breaking; suddenly he couldn’t stop it.
    “You’re gonna taste this in the back of your fucking throat , hole.”
    He believed it. This would be the end—this would kill him. There was no way anything could hurt this much without ripping him up inside.
    13 “Your brother’s pretty quiet over there. Think he’s jerking off
    to all this screaming you’re doing? You think if I go over there right now, I’ll see him giving that little dick of his a tug? Mmm, yeah. Let’s not disappoint 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 a nd 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.
    14 “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.
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    ventually, Dougie slept.
    E 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