Chapter 3 The Secret Desires

It became a routine. Every time they were in the showers, Daniel slipped a finger into him, and by the end of the month, Lukas was so used to it Daniel’s finger met no resistance. Actually… he started feeling like one finger wasn’t enough. He kind of wanted more. And he really wanted to come, but he refused to jerk off with Daniel’s finger in him. He refused to give Daniel the satisfaction. Lukas hated him. He hated him and hated that lately it had come to the point that he got half-hard when they got to the showers. Hated that he got rock hard the moment Daniel’s finger touched his asshole. Hated that he started squirming on Daniel’s finger. Hated that he wanted more.

Lukas was so sexually frustrated lately that he felt like punching someone. Preferably Daniel. He broke two weeks later. They were in the showers again. Lukas had his forehead pressed against the wall while Daniel dragged his finger in and out of his hole. It was too slow and Lukas couldn’t stand it. He pushed back, moaning when Daniel’s finger rubbed hard against his prostate. People were watching them, but Lukas couldn’t bring himself to care. He was too far gone to care.

He whimpered when Daniel pushed another slick finger in and started fucking him with them. It felt good. So good. Lukas closed his eyes and, wrapping his hand around his cock, started jerking off. He tried to think about his girlfriend, but Daniel’s big hand stroking his stomach and ass made it impossible. He had a man’s fingers in his ass and he was loving it. But right now, he didn’t care how wrong and dirty, and gay it was.

Lukas groaned when Daniel’s fingers started moving faster. He wanted to come. He was burning with it. He stroked his cock, small moans leaving his lips as Daniel tortured his prostate. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t. But god, it felt so good. So good coming from heaven. Daniel shoved a third finger in, and the burn made Lukas cry out and come, shaking with his entire body, his knees barely holding him up. When Lukas opened his eyes, the realization of what had just happened hit him hard: He came with Daniel’s fingers inside him. Another man had made him come. And everyone saw it. Dazedly, Lukas jumped away from Daniel. He soaped himself all over, trying to ignore the catcalls. He refused to look at Daniel.

They didn’t talk about it. Lukas ignored Daniel, and Daniel let him ignore him. Next time they were in the showers, Lukas tensed, expecting Daniel to push his fingers in again, but he didn’t. It threw Lukas off-balance. He told himself he was glad and he was. Being fingered in public was beyond mortifying. He was glad.

A few weeks went by, and all Daniel did was fondle him a little. Sometimes, he kneaded Lukas’s ass and massaged his hole, but he never pushed his fingers in anymore. The worst part was, Lukas still got an erection even when Daniel’s hand barely touched his ass. It confused him and made him angry with himself. And it annoyed him that Daniel constantly walked around shirtless. A show-off. “Don’t you own a shirt?” Lukas snapped one evening.

Daniel just looked at him for a long moment, his eyes gleaming. “It never bothered you before.”

Lukas scowled. The assessing look Daniel gave him made him uncomfortable. “What?” Lukas said.

“Do you want something, Lukas?”

Lukas. His own name sounded strange. Daniel usually called him something ridiculous, knowing how much it annoyed him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Lukas turned onto his stomach, determined to ignore him. But Daniel didn’t let him ignore him. He tensed when he felt Daniel sit on his bunk next to him. A big hand touched his butt.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Daniel’s voice was quiet.

Lukas wet his lips. “No.” A finger slipped under his shorts and stroked between his cheeks gently.

“You sure about that?”

“I’m straight.”

“Do you want me to touch you?” Daniel repeated, as though he hadn’t said anything.

Lukas bit his lip and remained quiet. Probably taking it as a yes, Daniel pulled his shorts down. It isn’t happening, Lukas told himself. It couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t lying on a prison bunk while his cellmate groped and spread his cheeks. It was really happening. Lukas bit the inside of his cheek when Daniel’s finger circled his twitching hole. Then there was something wet pressing against his hole. Lukas went rigid. A tongue. Daniel was licking his hole.

Flushing, Lukas whispered, “What are you doing, it’s disgusting..and gay.”

Lukas tried to push Daniel’s head away from his ass, but Daniel just gripped his buttocks hard and, spreading his cheeks, forced his tongue in. “Are you craz..mmm…” Lukas’s protests turned into a long moan as Daniel fucked his hole with his tongue, delving deeper and deeper, again and again, until it wasn’t deep enough.

Lukas groaned and started pushing back on the tongue, wanting more, needing more, his hole twitching hungrily around the tongue. He whimpered, pushing his ass higher. It was dirty and obscene, and so very wrong, but he loved it. Distantly, he wondered what his girlfriend would say if she saw him now, writhing on a guy’s tongue like a,,.like a slut. He flushed at the thought, but he couldn’t stop doing it just as he couldn’t stop needy whimpers.

“Please.” He wanted to come. He wanted something deeper in him. The tongue felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. “More.”

Suddenly, the tongue was gone. Lukas panted heavily, rubbing his leaking cock against the mattress, his hole twitching and empty. Finally, two lubed fingers pushed into his hole, and his ass immediately clenched around them. “You were fucking born for this,” Daniel said hoarsely, pumping the fingers in and out of him. Lukas moaned as they repeatedly brushed slightly against his prostate, too briefly; he wanted it harder.

“Harder,” he said, pushing back onto Daniel’s fingers.

Daniel chuckled. “I’ll give you my cock in a moment.”

Lukas’s eyes widened. “I’m not gay.”

Daniel pulled the fingers out, and Lukas whined, his hole clenching convulsively. So empty. He never thought it was possible to feel so empty. He squirmed, wanting. Daniel circled his fingers over his hole. Lukas tried to impale himself on them, but Daniel took the fingers away, laughing softly.

The next moment, Daniel rolled on top of him and Lukas felt something slick and blunt touch his hole. “This is my cock,” Daniel said hoarsely. “If you want it, you will ask for it. I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t want ask.”

“I have a girlfriend,” Lukas whispered.

But did he? Did he have a girlfriend?

Daniel sucked on his neck, his breath hot against his skin. “I don’t care. You may have a girlfriend, but right now you want my cock in you.” The head of the cock stroked his hole but didn’t push in. Lukas bit back a moan. He wanted it. He wanted a cock in him. He wanted it so badly he was shaking with it. He wanted Daniel to fuck him. He wanted to spread his legs like a whore and beg. God, he really was Daniel’s bitch. What had this prison done to him?

“I hate you,” he said, with feeling.

“Sure,” Daniel said, placing kisses all over his neck and making his neck tingle. “Now ask.”

Lukas shook his head, but his body had a mind of its own and was already pushing back on the cock. He gasped as the head breached his sphincter. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected, so he pushed back again, moaning as Daniel’s cock slid all the way in.

“You were supposed to ask,” Daniel gritted out.

Lukas grinned. “Was I?”

“Cheeky little shit,” Daniel ground out before starting to move. He set a quick rhythm, fucking into him without restraint. Lukas closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He was moaning and panting as he pushed back onto his cellmate’s cock, his own cock drooling all over the mattress.

“That’s it,” Daniel said against his ear, licking and kissing it. “You’re my thing now. Mine.”

Lukas groaned, pushing back onto Daniel’s cock, wanting him deeper. Their grunts and moans echoed in the cell as they moved together, fucking faster and faster. Lukas knew anyone could see them, anyone could hear them, but the thought turned him on even more.

He didn’t care, not now. Shoving a hand under him, Daniel wrapped a hand around his cock and started jerking him off. It was too much all at once and the orgasm hit Lukas hard. He came with a long, hoarse moan. It left him boneless, and he just lay still as Daniel pounded into him a few more times before coming with a low groan. They lay like that for a long while, still breathing hard. Daniel was too heavy, but Lukas didn’t want him to move. It felt good. So good. He could still feel Daniel inside him, but the expected freak out didn’t come. Not yet, at least.

At last, Daniel pulled out and rolled onto his side, tugging Lukas against his chest. It probably looked like they were spooning, but of course they weren’t. The bunk was just too narrow. But… But Lukas had to admit it felt good to feel someone so close after months of feeling alone. Maybe he was touch-starved. Maybe this was what Stockholm syndrome felt like. Maybe. Right now, Lukas couldn’t bring himself to care. He buried his face in Daniel’s arm and breathed.

“Still straight?” Daniel murmured into his ear, pulling him tighter to him.

“Yep,” Lukas said, closing his eyes. But he didn’t push him away. He totally would. Later.