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just have to wait and see that Crunch
wasn’t all that simple .
    “Do you have some water?” asked Victor after a few
more minutes, brushing the crumbs off his face.
    Crunch passed him a bottle without a word, too
entangled in his own thoughts. He watched Victor's Adam's apple bob with each
gulp the lad took, imagining him swallowing around Crunch’s own cock, kneading
it with his throat. There were more beauty spots on that perfect neck.
    “Now that yar fed, ya still wanna do it?” Crunch
asked with a sigh and ran one hand over his scalp, praying for the prisoner to
say ‘yes’.
    Victor put the bottle to the side, keeping some
water in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. “Would you still feed me
tomorrow if I didn’t?”
    “I’d say yar a fuckin’ cocktease, but yeah, I suppose
I would,” Crunch didn’t like where this was going.
    Victor gave him a sly smile, flattening his palm
over Crunch’s crotch and rubbing it all over the engorged cock. “Because you
find me handsome and would hate to see me lose my charm?”
    The touch made Crunch grunt. “Wouldn’t want to see
ya give up those charms to someone else for a piece of cake.”
    Victor chuckled, shoving the paper bags aside and
closing the blanket around himself with a cocky grin. “I don’t think any other
guard would give me cake for it.”
    “Stop teasing me. Ya want it or not?” Crunch
demanded. He had never been good at the art of conversation and had no idea
where this one was going, even though he sincerely hoped it was between
Victor’s thighs.
    “Oh, am I teasing? Is that what they now call
touching someone’s cock through the trousers?” Victor wiggled his eyebrows.
    “If ya don’t plan to suck it later... yeah, that’s
teasin’,” Crunch grumbled but moved closer, his eyes never leaving Victor’s.
    The prisoner's lips formed a small ‘o’, and he
blew warm air on Crunch’s mouth. His breath smelled of vanilla and apricot.
“You could just take what you want, Mr. Crunch.”
    What was this lad playing at? Crunch looked into
his eyes with annoyance. “Told ya I’m no rapist.”
    “And yet, you force people to work till they die
from fatigue.” Victor leaned closer, brushing the tip of his nose against
Crunch’s, making him sigh.
    Crunch slowly slid his hand up the prisoner’s
thigh. “I’m just a cog,” he said and it was partially true. He was just a cog
but not to the Dal farm. To something much bigger than himself.
    “And yet, you’re too soft to make me your cog.”
Victor’s eyes were sincere, curious.
    “Me? Soft?” Crunch couldn’t help but laugh,
completely charmed by the closeness.
    Victor groaned in agreement. His slim hand cupped
Crunch's crotch, squeezing hard enough to elicit a moan out of his chest. “Push
me down to my knees and force your cock in.”
    “Oh fuck...!” Crunch’s heart started pounding like
there was no tomorrow, it was getting him dizzy. “That what ya want?” he
groaned, but was already half way pushing Victor to the blanket covered floor.
    Victor closed the blanket tight around him with a
wicked flicker in his eyes. “Maybe...”
    Crunch searched his face for answers, already
unbuttoning his trousers. “Maybe what?”
    “Maybe you have to convince me I want it.” Victor
wiggled his eyebrows, turning to his side. Only his head and feet were now
sticking out of the tight cocoon of fabric.
    Crunch pulled off his jacket. It was getting too
hot despite the October chill. “But... ya...” he muttered, unsure of what to
make of it, yet too focused on those succulent lips to think straight.
    “What is it, Mr. Crunch?” Victor bit his lip,
slowly rubbing his calf over Crunch’s knee.
    Crunch pulled down his trousers and finally set
his cock free. It was dying to get between Victor’s juicy lips. “Ya ready for
dessert?” he grunted, slouching over the other man.
    “I thought I just ate some cake and fruit.”
Victor's face was tense with attempts to stop a smile,