LOGIN“You’re tight as fuck,” Zion muttered, voice low and filthy. “Been dreaming about wrecking this hole since the first night I had my mouth on you.” He crooked his fingers, searching—and found it. Elias’s whole body jolted as pleasure sparked white-hot up his spine. A broken sound tried to escape; he buried his face in his arm and bit down hard on the fabric of his sleeve.Zion added a third finger, pumping faster, the wet squelch of lube obscenely loud in the quiet office. Elias’s cock was trapped against the edge of the desk, leaking steadily onto the wood. His hips rocked back despite himself, chasing the stretch.“Beg for it,” Zion whispered hotly against the back of his neck, teeth grazing skin. “Tell me you need my cock.”Elias shook his head, pride warring with desperate need. Zion twisted his fingers cruelly against his prostate. A strangled whimper escaped before Elias could choke it back.“Please—” The word came out muffled, broken. “Fuck— just do it.”Zion withdrew his finger
He sat alone in his office well past midnight, the rest of the administrative wing dark and quiet. Only the low hum of the security monitors and the distant clank of night rounds broke the silence. His desk was covered in reports he hadn’t touched. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat beside his hand. His cock was already half-hard just from thinking about summoning the one man he should never see alone again.Before he could talk himself out of it, Elias picked up the phone and dialed the control room.“Send inmate King to my office for a disciplinary review. Immediate. Use the private corridor. No escort inside once he arrives. I’ll handle it personally.”The CO on duty didn’t question it. Warden’s orders.Twenty minutes later, there was a firm knock on the outer door. Elias’s heart slammed against his ribs as he buzzed the lock. Zion King stepped inside wearing the standard orange jumpsuit, hands cuffed in front for the short walk. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the air
Elias spun him around roughly, shoving Zion’s chest against the slick tiled wall. Cold water from an overhead showerhead sprayed across both of them, soaking Elias’s uniform in seconds. Zion braced his palms flat on the tiles, arching his back and pushing his ass out invitingly. Elias yanked the jumpsuit the rest of the way down to Zion’s thighs in one harsh motion, exposing the firm, rounded globes of his ass, the tight furl of his hole, and the heavy swing of his thick cock and balls between his spread legs.“Jesus Christ,” Elias muttered, voice hoarse. His hands gripped Zion’s hips hard enough to leave marks, thumbs spreading the cheeks apart. Zion’s hole twitched under the scrutiny, already glistening faintly from the running water.Zion pushed back against the touch, breath hitching. “Don’t go slow on my account, Warden. I can take it rough. Been fingering myself thinking about this cock for days.”The crude confession snapped the last thread of Elias’s restraint. He spat into hi
Zion knew. Of course he knew. During morning count, his pale eyes found Elias across the block and held just long enough to make the warden’s pulse spike. In the yard, Zion moved with deliberate, predatory grace—stretching his powerful arms overhead, the orange jumpsuit pulling tight across his broad chest and thick thighs. He never said a word out of line when other officers were near, but the looks he sent toward the observation tower were pure, filthy invitation. Elias buried himself in reports, extra patrols, and meaningless meetings. It changed nothing. Every breath carried the ghost of Zion’s scent. Every night ended the same way: Elias alone in the dark, hand wrapped tight around himself, hating how good the fantasy felt.On the fourth night, the fragile dam finally broke.It started innocently enough in the mess hall. Zion sat at his usual table near the back wall, tray in front of him, eating with that same unhurried confidence. Ramirez, a loudmouth gangbanger from Block D wi
Elias didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he slid the master key into the lock. The metallic click echoed far too loudly in the sleeping block—the sound of surrender. He stepped inside the cell and pulled the door shut behind him, turning the key from the inside. The security camera in the corner had been conveniently “malfunctioning” for the past week, an issue he had personally delayed fixing.Zion rose slowly to his full height, towering over Elias by a good six inches, his broader frame radiating controlled power and barely leashed desire. He didn’t reach out immediately. Instead, he circled the warden once, close enough that their chests nearly brushed, close enough for Elias to feel the heat rolling off Zion’s bare skin.“You’re shaking,” Zion observed quietly, almost gently.“Shut up,” Elias rasped, but the command lacked any real force. There was only raw, aching need left.Zion stopped directly in front of him, their bodies inches apart. “Say please.”Elias’s pride shatte
Heat flooded Elias’s face, a dangerous mix of shame and arousal that made his pulse thunder in his ears. He took one involuntary step closer, boots scraping against the walkway. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll make sure your next transfer is to a supermax where they weld your lips shut for a year.”Zion didn’t flinch. If anything, his pale eyes darkened with amusement and something far more dangerous—hunger. “You won’t. Because deep down you like hearing me talk. You like imagining exactly what else this mouth can do when it’s not throwing insults.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper that somehow cut through the heavy silence of the empty cell block, intimate and filthy. “Tell me the truth, Elias. Do you ever think about it late at night? Me on my knees right here, bars between us like a dirty confession booth, sucking you off slow and deep while the cameras keep rolling? Or maybe you picture the other way around… me bending you over that fancy oak desk of yours, spreading you wid







