Auctioned to the Prisoners (Auctioned #4)

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KINKAID

WARMING UP

After Grady is swallowed up by the corridor, he doesn’t return for three days.

On the first, I watch the door, waiting for everything to go wrong. If Wilson comes back, it won’t be to chat or mess with our stupid fucking board games. We won’t take him by surprise again.

After the second, I can’t concentrate on much outside of turning over all the ways Wilson could hurt us or, worse, Lory. When she leaves this place, we won’t be able to protect her. Even in here, I’m worried he might get to her.

By the third, I’ve bitten my nails to stumps, and sleeping has become an issue, even after sex.

Yeah, I still find the headspace for that. I’m a man, after all. A fucking desperate sex-starved man wants to bury himself in the pretty girl who gazes up at him like he’s a warrior, not a low-down perp.

We’ve been together for five days, and each has been sweeter than the last. Lory isn’t just a convenience for me and my friends. She’s managed to become a part of our group. After Grady left, she closed in on herself for a while, staring into space and twisting her hands in her lap like she could wring her sister’s boyfriend’s neck from a distance. We did our best to provide comfort with soft words and gentle touches. Her tears stung like salt in a fresh wound, and the powerlessness I felt left me aching and frustrated.

In the end, sex became the best distraction, and Lory lost herself in that, burying her worry because she had no way of doing anything else. When her anxiety lifted a little, her laughter returned, and so did the peace she brought us all. Hyde’s like a different man. He’s gone green and stayed that way. Last night, when I checked on him and Lory, I found him sucking her tit like a baby in its mother’s arms. It hurt to look at him that way, all weak and childlike, despite his rippling muscles and fearsome size, except I know it’s healing him. What I don’t know is how long the healing will last. Is it a temporary fix or one that could remain after she leaves?

We have twenty-five days to go but only if the warden has sorted Wilson. He must have done it by now. That’s what I keep telling myself, except nothing in this place ever works out how I expect it to. Disappointment is a bitter pill I’ve gotten used to swallowing.

Lory emerges from the shower and drifts to where we’re all watching TV. It’s a stupid film set in some dystopian future that’s a lot like the present in this place. She goes to walk by me, but I pull her into my lap, enjoying her little squeal.

“I just got clean,” she laughs, swatting my hand away as I try to get under her shirt. She stopped wearing panties because they’re rarely left on her body for long enough to make it worthwhile. Plus, I’m not the only man in here who loves thinking about her sweet little pussy just there, waiting to be touched, all naked and perfect.

“Who says I want to make you dirty?” I lick her ear, and she squirms, making the sweetest little whimpering sounds as I rub a thumb across her nipple.

We stopped wearing condoms after Rock fucked his way out of his first. Turns out Lory likes getting filled and we like watching her drip, especially when three of us have taken her, one after another.

“You always want to make me dirty.”

She’s not wrong. I can fuck and brood at the same time. In fact, brooding just makes the fucking more intense. She’s a multitasker, too. Fucking and worrying.

“Maybe I want something different.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She doesn’t believe me, but she’ll find out.

I ease my cock from my pants, and she stares down at it, transfixed. She probably imagines taking it in her throat. She’s so good at sucking dick, she’d win a gold medal if there was one available. The Olympic Cock Sucking Award goes to Princess Lory. I chuckle at my internal monologue.

But that’s not what I want.

“I want you to warm my cock.”

“Warm it?”

“Yeah. I just want you to sit on it. Right here. You don’t have to move. Just keep it inside you where it’s nice and cozy.”

I spit in my palm and slick it over my dick, then I lift Lory until her pussy is poised over my cockhead. She’s a little wet, so the head goes in nicely. She braces her hands on my thighs, and I support her weight, waiting for her to take me deeper.

Hyde, who was watching the movie, is suddenly transfixed by what we’re doing. Rock rubs the back of his neck, then cups his dick like he’s guilty for getting turned on. We haven’t fucked in front of each other yet, but maybe this will be the start of something. Sharing has always been a kink I’ve imagined indulging in, and there is no privacy in this place. The walls are like paper.

“How does it feel?” I ask her as she slips lower. Her pussy is getting juicier, and her arms are trembling.

“Good.”

“I think you can take more.” I nudge upward, hitting deeper, and she grunts. The urge to keep thrusting is there, but fucking isn’t what I want. When I lower Lory a little more, I slide in to the root, and she settles into my lap, parting her legs. She thinks I’m going to play with her, but I’m not.

All I want is to be inside her.

“You seen this film?” I ask, all nonchalant.

“I… I don’t think so.” She shifts, but I anchor her with one arm around her middle. My cock thickens and leaks, but I’m not planning to come. Not for a long time.

Hyde rises, ignoring a savage, noisy scene to stand in front of us. “Show me,” he says, his eyes on Lory’s thighs hooked over mine. I lift her shirt to expose the place we’re joined, and Hyde whistles. “She takes you good,” he observes. “She’s so wet around your dick.”

Lory moans as the cool air hits her clit. It must be straining for contact. When I lower her shirt, covering everything, Hyde isn’t the only one to sound disappointed.

I can’t explain why I like this so much. It’s a mix of things. I like the control it takes for me to remain still when I want to move. I like knowing she wants to come, and I have control over her release. I enjoy holding her on me until she’s like an extension of my body rather than someone separate. I love knowing that no one else can fill her while I’m inside her. Delayed gratification just makes the release so much sweeter. And I’m training her, too. Keeping her pussy nice and open and wet so she doesn’t get hurt by our needs, which only grow with each passing day.

It’s kind of fucked up, but I don’t care.

Lory’s muscles ripple around me, and I gently slap her thigh. “No moving, Lory, or I’ll have to put you over my knee.” She does it again and grins in challenge, but I don’t carry out my threat now. It’ll be more fun to leave her guessing until later. Instead, I concentrate on the TV. For an hour, Lory tries to wriggle on my cock. She lets her hand drift between her legs, seeking friction, but I quickly remove it and hold it in mine. Rock gets up to pass us numerous times, bringing drinks and snacks. I think he’s anticipating that I’m going to give in and fuck her in front of them.

When the hour is up, and I’m satisfied with my restraint, I call for Hyde and Rock. This’ll be the first time we play with Lory together. I think she’s ready for it. I think we all are.

Hyde’s moss-green eyes meet mine, and he tips his head, waiting.

“Lick her clit,” I order. He drops to his knees so fast, I worry he’s hurt himself, and then lifts her shirt and ducks his head close. The first swipe of his tongue causes her pussy to draw tight around me. Rock waits for instruction while I give Lory a minute of Hyde’s undivided attention.

When she’s gasping, I take her jaw in my hand and turn her to face Rock.

“Blow him,” I order. “While you sit on my dick.”

Rock hesitates, but takes his thick cock out, giving it a few testing pulls. He’s so big, but he needs to be for his dick to be in proportion to the rest of him. Still, I’m not sure how successful Lory’s going to be at sucking much of him into her mouth. Watching her try is going to be fucking hot.

Tonight, we get to claim her as ours—together. In this place, I’ve learned to share the few things that matter, and the bond between my brothers is what keeps us all going. This is more than just marking her; it’s another way to solidify the connection that holds us together, to give us something real in a world that’s constantly threatening to take everything away. Maybe this will help make Lory feel secure, too, despite the danger hanging over all of us like a blade ready to drop. Sharing her isn’t just about possession—it’s about survival, trust, and anchoring ourselves to something that gives us strength.

I stay totally still while she gives Rock a few leasing licks. “That’s it,” I murmur, “Get him nice and wet.”

She groans, then wraps her lips around Rock’s bulging tip, attempting to bob her head. Between her legs, Hyde is licking like a starving man, and her pussy pulses and contracts, making me mindless.

“Jerk yourself, Hyde,” I tell him. I don’t know if it’s possible, but maybe we can come together if the wind blows in the right direction. And then the room fills with the slick sounds of sex and anticipation, grunts and groans. I rest my hands behind my head and close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. Lory’s getting close, and her hips shift as she chases her release. I let her give in to the urge to move as my cock goes from nicely warm to searing hot.

Rock grunts his release first, and I watch as Lory swallows him up like the good girl she is. Hyde is next, spilling into his fist as he laps at Lory’s pussy. Our beautiful girl is next, cresting on a wave that makes her arch into me and spasm so tight I almost lose my mind. My orgasm is euphoria, a release that goes on and on and on as the slow build of sensation erupts inside her.

Maybe Warden has sorted Wilson. Maybe not.

Maybe Lory’s sister is safe, maybe she isn’t.

All we can do is what we came here to do. Fuck ourselves into the kind of oblivion that makes us forget we’re locked up and powerless.

And maybe make-believe that there’s a place somewhere Lory can be ours and that we’d be enough to chase away her demons and make her happy.