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🕑 Added 2025-10-26 19:00:05 +0000 UTC(Camera. Two-tier bunks. The door is locked.)
Neighbor: (Stares intently at Ashley, who is sitting on the lower bunk, hugging his knees) Ashley. Come here.
Ashley: (Flinches, not raising his eyes) Why? I don't want any trouble.
Neighbor: There won't be any trouble. We'll just talk. Come here.
(Ashley slowly, reluctantly, stands up and takes a few steps. The neighbor is sitting on the edge of his bunk.)
Neighbor: I see you're not having an easy time here. You're small, fragile. I can make sure no one bothers you. I promise.
Ashley: (Tries to cross his arms, but his posture betrays his nervousness) I can handle it myself.
Neighbor: (Softly, almost whispering) No, you can't. But I'll give you a chance. Do something for me. Just once. And no one will ever know.
Ashley: (His face flushes deeply, he averts his gaze) I... I can't...
Neighbor: Just get on your knees. Open your mouth. That's all. It won't hurt. And I'll be your shield. Your protection. Deal?
(Ashley bites his lip, his gaze darting around the cell. He takes another step, his knees buckle, and he slowly sinks to the cold concrete floor.)
Ashley: Just... just make it quick. And quiet.
Neighbor: (Unzips his pants) Of course, darling. Quietly.
(Ashley closes his eyes as the neighbor's tense male member appears before him. He breathes heavily, his lips lightly touching the tip, tasting the salty skin. Then, as if making a decision, he opens his mouth wider and takes it in. Initially clumsy, his movements are hesitant and short. He fears scratching with his teeth. But the neighbor lets out a soft moan, and this reaction gives Ashley confidence. He starts moving more surely, deeper, his tongue sliding along the entire shaft, caressing every vein. One hand holds the base, feeling the pulsing in his mouth. His ponytail sways with the movement, and he loses himself in the rhythm, momentarily forgetting where he is. Only soft whimpers and wet sounds are heard.)
Neighbor: (With one smooth motion, he flips Ashley over and pulls him close, laying him on the bunk) You are simply perfect. Let me feel all of you.
Ashley: (A hint of fear in his voice, but no longer resisting) But what are we...?
Neighbor: (Moving behind him, his hands slide over Ashley's hips, pulling down his shorts) Relax. Trust me. You'll like it.
(He enters slowly, giving Ashley's body time to adjust. At first, it feels unfamiliar and tight, and Ashley lets out a soft moan, digging his fingers into the mattress. But the neighbor doesn't rush, his movements are smooth and deep. Gradually, the tension eases, replaced by a growing warmth. Ashley begins to feel a strange, tingling pleasure with each thrust. His moans change, taking on notes of enjoyment. He starts moving to meet the thrusts, his back arching, seeking more contact.)
Ashley: (Breathless) Oh, god... I didn't think it could be like this...
Neighbor: (Embracing his waist, pulling him close) See? Your body understands. It wants this.
(They move in unison, their breathing syncing into one rhythm. Ashley completely surrenders to the sensations, his mind clouded by waves of building ecstasy. He no longer remembers where he is, there is only this connection and the commanding hands guiding him to the peak.)
Ashley: (Almost inaudibly, losing control) Please... don't finish inside... it's so... I'm afraid...
Neighbor: (Pressing his mouth to Ashley's ear, his voice low and commanding) You're mine. Take it all.
(He ignores the plea, his movements becoming sharper, final. With a powerful groan, he releases deep inside, filling Ashley with a hot wave. Ashley freezes, feeling the warm liquid inside him. Shock from what's happening mixes with the lingering echoes of the recently experienced pleasure.)
(The neighbor withdraws, and Ashley collapses limply onto the mattress. He feels the wetness trickling down his inner thigh. He looks at it with confusion and shame.)
Neighbor: (Adjusting his clothes, calmly) We'll do it again tomorrow. And the day after. Every day. Understood?
(Ashley, still lying down, unable to lift his head. He just nods, feeling the hot flush return to his cheeks. He submits.)
