The Jailbird | ✔️

IV

SEVS POV
*MATURE*

Keegan closes his eyes when Russo pulls down his pants, sticking his hard dick in his ass. Keegan bites his pillow, resting his head down. And that's when all we hear is the sound of his cheeks clapping, hard and rough. Keegan cries silently, but that only fuels Russo, going harder. Russo has a huge dick too. I should ask the warden if I could clap those cheeks too, he has some big cheeks.

He's marked by Russo, he marked him the first night he got here. Been clapping his cheeks ever since. Made him get a tattoo on his lower back, saying *R.D* , his initials. Nobody messes with a marked one. Somebody fucked with one of Russos marked ones, and the guy ended up dead by multiple gang bangs. Ripped him right open. Nobody knows when it happened, the guard when in the next morning and he was dead. Blood everywhere.

"Gmm..." Keegan moans, Russo grunts and lays on top of him, Russo starts to kiss his neck passionately, leaving tiny little red marks along his neck. Keegan grips onto his tatted hand, Keegan moaning louder and louder. Russo covers his mouth, lifting his leg a certain way before going hard and rough again. Russo whispers something into Keegan's ear and it makes him smile, nodding his head. "I love it when you're inside me." He responds a little loud, Russo sits up and starts to pound his as even harder now. Keegan covers his mouth, face of discomfort but he doesn't tell him to stop. Tears start to run down his face when Russo continues, the metal bed starts to make a loud pounding noise. Keegan whimpers and collapses onto his belly, his body falling weak.

Russo grunts and spills onto his back, rubbing his long meat until he is done. Russo gets down, shoving his face in Keegan's big asscheeks, probably rimming him. Keegan moans quietly, his hands gripping the thin mattress. The moon lets me see the sweat trickling down his spine. Russo jumps back into the bed, turning Keegan onto his back. Keegan whispers something into Russos ear, which makes him look at me. Russo lets him turn the other way, so Keegan can't look at me. I scoff, what a fucking pussy. They face towards the window now, where I can only see Keegan's legs and Russo's naked body. Keegan is so tiny compared to Russo, Russo is somewhere high in the Six Foot area, and Keegan is 4foot 11." It's crazy.

Russo starts to pound his cheeks again but in missionary position. They whisper at each other, while Russo fucks him. Probably sweet nothings but Russo isn't the type to say sweet nothings. He a cold hearted bitch. Russo leans down to Keegan's neck, and Keegan wraps his arms around Russo's lower back, probably begging for harder and rougher, because Keegan is a freak like that. He may be in prison but he loves a prison fuck. Someone say's he's here for aggravated assault. Russo's in here for involuntary manslaughter of his neighbours daughter. I heard it was voluntary. He plead not guilty, the judge convicted him guilty. He has a 20,000 fine, and 10 years in jail. Nobody knows how long he was in here. He was in here before me. And I've been here 6 years already.

"Fuck..." Russo groans quietly, Keegan's legs end up on his shoulders, and he kind of sits up but continues fucking him. Keegan whimpers - it's still the same whimper when he ejaculates. Russo always seems to hit that spot in Keegan that just makes him cum.

"I thought I told you not to cum." I sit up when I see Russo's fist connected with Keegan's face. Russo's chest is heaving up and down, looking down at his fist. I quickly stand onto my feet, scurrying towards the bars when Russo continues to punch the fuck out of Keegan.

"Hey! Get off him!" I yell, which brings the Warden's attention. The warden starts to make his way towards our cells, and when he sees Russo punching the fuck out of an unconscious Keegan, he doesn't even move.

"Worthless piece of shit." Russo exclaims, spitting on his face. He pulls out, putting his cock back into his clothing and does up his clothing. The warden opens the cell and escorts Russo back to his original cell. My heart explodes in anger when the Warden doesn't even bother to see if he is okay.

"Keegan..." I whisper, trying not to get Russo's attention. I watch as Keegan slowly brings the covers over his body, not daring to look at me. I need to see if he's okay. I hop back into my bed, just watching him. Russo has never hit Keegan, ever. The whole time they've been together. Not even a single fight, not an argument. Nothing.

"Keegan..." I try again, but Keegan just holds his blanket tighter against his body.