Page 93 of Hell & Back

“Trying to suck his own dick?” Jackson finished for him. “Yeah, that’s what he’s doing.”

Thank fuck. It looked like it was time to bring things to a head.

“It’s time.” He set his bottle aside and started for the basement, his brothers trailing behind him. They’d all decided that it would probably be easier to take Crockett from his cell and throw him in with RIP. Crockett wasn’t as big or as heavy as RIP and from what they witnessed, he should be pretty exhausted from working his dick endlessly. Race unlocked and pulled Crockett’s door open, allowing Jed, Tulsa, Dagger and Tuck to swarm inside and easily incapacitate the Phantom president.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” he demanded as he struggled against their hold. Jed and Dagger had him by the arms with Tulsa and Tuck each taking a leg. None of the men looked too happy about being that close to the other man’s hard, naked cock.

Race moved quickly to open RIP’s door next. Darren was prepared for anything as the door swung open. As he suspected, he caught a glimpse of RIP tensing up like he was going to makea run for the door. He held his gun up and aimed it at the big man. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I won’t shoot to kill you. I’ll shoot your dick and let you figure out how to get off with half of it missing.” RIP must have believed him because he backed up until he had his back against the wall. Tulsa and Tuck released Crockett’s legs so that Jed and Dagger could toss him roughly inside with RIP. Race slammed and locked the door before they all ran upstairs as fast as they could so they didn’t miss the show the two prisoners were more than likely to provide.

“Turn it up. I want to hear what they’re saying to each other.” Dagger took a seat on the arm of the couch. “I bet this doesn’t last long at all.”

“I got $50 that says RIP fucks the old guy first.” Tulsa waved his money in the air.

“I got $50 that says Crockett takes RIP,” Dagger countered, pulling money from his wallet.

“How long do you think it will take them to make a move?” Trick asked.

“I got $20 that says it’ll only take ten minutes for one of them to make the first move,” Tulsa declared.

Everyone placed bets on who would fuck the other first and how quickly they would do it. Darren didn’t get in on the bet. His winnings would come in the form of the two Phantoms succumbing to the effects of the drug and going at each other.

“You have any luck jacking off?” RIP asked Crockett.

“No. You?”

“Fuck no.” RIP ran his hand through his hair while pacing along the back wall. The drug was getting him wound up.

Crockett watched the other man closely from the opposite wall. “I guess this is some kind of karma shit.”

RIP grunted in reply. Whether he agreed or disagreed didn’t really matter. Here they were, reaping what they sowed.

“How much pain are you in?” RIP asked conversationally, like they were discussing the weather or something. Were these guys for real?

“Fifteen out of ten.” Crockett kept clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides.

“Wanna suck my dick?” RIP was only half joking from the way he eyed Crockett.

“Sure, if you suck mine first.”

For these men to even be joking about sucking each other off at this point only confirmed how much pain they must be in right now. They had to be desperate just to get off.

“Things are about to get interesting.” Trick chuckled from his seat on the floor.

“Someone timing this shit?” Tulsa asked.

“On it,” Dagger replied.

“You suck mine first,” RIP pushed. When it looked like Crockett wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, he added, “As hard as I am right now, it won’t take long to come. It’ll be over in no time.”

Crockett frowned and scratched at his chin. Between the two men, Crockett had the bigger dick. Darren would have guessed RIP would’ve been bigger, but it only went to show you things were not always as they seemed. “Fine. I’ll suck you first.”

RIP’s slow blink was almost comical. It happened so fast, they might have missed it if they hadn’t been watching so closely.

Crockett crossed to the middle of the room and dropped to his knees, waiting for RIP to come closer. The younger man had a gleam in his eyes as he stroked his cock. He was enjoying seeing the other man on his knees. He was within a foot of Crockett when he stopped. “No teeth. If you use your teeth, I’ll bite your dick off.”

Crockett nodded his head. RIP stepped up close to him, his hard cock in his hand.

“You know,” RIP started. “Never thought I’d see the day the Phantom Furies president would be on his knees sucking my dick.”

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