Dylan was keeping close to Riley, as they walked towards the cafeteria to have lunch. Riley could tell the guy was nervous and almost felt the need to grab him by the shoulders and pull him by his side. He stopped right in time. This dude wasn't some woman. The guy was supposed to fend off for himself, at least to some degree. Still, the way Dylan walked like a stray dog, unsure whether his new master was accepting him or not was getting on Riley's nerves.
He was a bit caught in his own thoughts when someone talking woke him up from his reverie.
"So, you just decided to take my bitch and make him yours, Cobra?" Riley's nickname dropped like poison from the guy's mouth.
Riley sneered as he watched the head of the Niners straight in the face. "James, right?" He crossed his arms over his chest, while his boys took a step closer behind him. Mirroring their move, the other gang did the same.
He just half turned to order shortly. "Sean, keep your eyes on Dylan. And hands."
Dylan was quickly grabbed and kept by Sean's strong hands by the waist.
"I have a feeling you dont really appreciate fine things in life, James." Riley let his lips quirk into a smirk while staring the Niner up and down.
The gang leader laughed hoarsely. "Fine things? This bitch is nothing but a cum dumpster. Nothing special."
"Then why do you care who owns his ass now?" Riley asked him, his eyes at half-mast.
The head of the Niners remained with his mouth agape. Eventually, he remembered to talk. "It doesn't matter. He's ours. Don't expect me to just sit and watch. You cut in my trade, now you take my bitch. Don't be surprised to find him with his throat cut through, bleeding in your bed."
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Mafia? You're nothing but a small timer, getting off on scaring women. Take your threat and shove it up your ass where it belongs." Riley observed with satisfaction how well his insult landed.
"James, the guards are coming," one of the Niners drew his boss' attention.
"This ain't over, Cobra." James walked away, followed by his cronies.
Riley snorted. One of the guards made a small nod and he nodded back. The cards were in place. The Niners were nothing but a bunch of mutts. It was almost too easy to be top dog in a place like that. Plus, everyone knew who he was. That was good.
"Let's have a nice calm meal, guys." As he turned, he saw Dylan shaking while still being kept by Sean. He just gestured for them to move. The blond moved automatically.
***
Later that evening, as they were getting ready for lights out, Riley could no longer bear the silence. Dylan had acted like a fucking depressed bitch all day long.
"What's with you?" he asked sharply.
"With me?" Dylan barely murmured. "Except for the fact that I'm scared shitless now, nothing's wrong with me."
Riley laughed. "Are you afraid of that idiot? He's nothing but talk."
"You don't know him." Dylan was starting to get worked up. "He could do it. He could kill me, just like that."
The blond started pacing the small cell, gesturing wildly. Riley threw his pillow on the bed and stopped to watch his cell mate.
"He put me into hospital once," Dylan continued. "He used to beat me almost every day."
"Why? You didn't put out?" Riley snorted. "Any more of that and I heard your ass was going to fall off."
"Easy for you to say. It's not your fucking life on the line," Dylan raised his voice.
Riley felt his jaw tightening. The last thing he needed was a bitch yelling at him. He had had plenty of that over the phone from Lola. He moved quickly and grabbed Dylan in his arms, shaking him. "Stop shaking like this. Who the fuck do you think I am? Do you think I'd let them?"
"You cannot stop them! They will fucking kill me!" Dylan tried to push Riley away, but he was too weak to escape that fierce grip.
At that point, Dylan just panicked. Agitated, he pushed against Riley's hard chest, yelling to be let go.
Riley had had enough bullshit for one day. He pulled Dylan closer, feeling satisfaction at how the man's taut muscles tried to fight against him. When their mouths collided, he had no idea why he was doing that exactly. Dylan's lips were soft and inviting, and he kissed them, the sensation at getting passed through that barricade making him feel desire shooting straight to his crotch. Dylan tried to fight him some more, but Riley continued his attack, until the other grew slack in his arms.
As he slowly interrupted the kiss, he noticed how Dylan was trembling slightly.
"No one is going to hurt you while you belong to me," he said patiently while caressing Dylan's back, fighting against his twitching fingers that were demanding him to go lower, grab that shapely ass and knead it in his hands.
"Why did you do this?" Dylan was gingerly touching his lips.
"To calm you down. It worked, it seems." Riley let go of the other's body, not without regret. "You were getting hysterical. Just like a fucking woman. I had to do something," he explained.
"Why this? Why kiss me?" Dylan pressed further.
"It's how I calm down my women when they go cuckoo like this," Riley said and shrugged.
"I'm not a woman." Dylan crossed his arms over his chest like he was trying to defend himself against something invisible.
"You kinda are," Riley said, a bit amused. "Hey, don't be so ungrateful. I could have just slapped you to your senses."
"Do you beat your woman?"
Riley now felt his hands itching for something else. "No, but I feel like in your case, I might make an exception."
"It's not like I'm your woman. I am so much less than that." Dylan leaned onto the wall, looking down.
"And what exactly makes you say that?"
"Except for being a cum bucket for your guys, what am I exactly?"
Riley sighed. "Look, Dylan, sweetie, I saw a bit from your body of work, so to speak. You used to stuff your holes with cocks for a living. Alright, so right now, you're not paid for it, but at least you get protection. I'm not going to beat you, and you'll be treated right. I won't let the guys disrespect you, even if they fuck you. My momma raised me like this. Can we have this shit clear?"
Dylan nodded but he continued to keep his eyes down. Riley groaned. "What now?"
"I'm not that bad, you know. I know I cannot say anything, seeing what I did for money, but... I am still a human being, you know?"
Riley nodded. "And you'll be treated like one. There'll be no beatings, and if you ever feel like taking a break from fucking, just tell me and I'll let the guys know that they should butt off for a while. Think of it as the price you pay for not getting yourself beaten or worse. Since you already like this stuff, it shouldn't be so hard."
"Do you think just because I'm gay, I should just like any cock?" Dylan was staring at him with his sweet cat-like eyes.
"Isn't it how it works?" Riley shrugged. "And you used to be a gay porn star, so that should count for something. You didn't mind stuffing your holes with any cock that had to fuck you, right? I don't suppose you got to choose all the dudes you were shooting with."
"Yeah, I guess so," Dylan said softly and started making his bed.
Riley grabbed his hand and made him sit next to him. He caressed the smooth cheeks slowly, staring Dylan in the eyes. "You have nothing to fear, alright?" Dylan nodded and tried to look down, but Riley kept him in place. "Do you understand? Don't go be wishy-washy about it. I want to hear you."
"Yes," Dylan admitted. Dismissed, he hopped on the upper bed just when the lights went out. "You know what, Riley?"
"What?" Riley asked.
"You're a pretty swell kisser."
Riley laughed. "Been told that before. Good night, sweetie. Sleep tight."
"Good night, Riley."
Soon, they were both asleep. Riley dreamed of fucking Lola for the entire night.
***
In the morning, his erection was so bad he was sure he could crush coconuts with it. Groaning, he dragged himself to the toilet, letting the huge stream ease his pain.
He barely noticed Dylan starting to brush his teeth next to him. The blond was stealing glances at his cock. Riley frowned. "Don't you get enough cock in your life?" he asked morosely.
