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Game: Hunted for sport.

W as I the hunter anymore?

I ate my potato chip, looking over the playing cards in my hand to see if Larry was stealing another fucking pair from me.

“Ha…” I snickered. “Go fish, bitch.”

Larry blew me a kiss and stuck his hand in the pile.

“Don’t be salty, Judie. It looks too delicious on you.”

I grinned at him and moaned. His strong hands were inside my pants, gripping my dick and it made me growl.

“You don’t play fair, Larry!” I accused. “You are supposed to fish for the damn two, not my cock.”

Larry chuckled and straddled my lap, grinding his pelvis on top of my cock and making me groan. I chucked the ‘Go Fish’ pile over to the other side of the cell and threw him onto his back, crushing my mouth onto his and sucking those naughty lips.

“You know what happens to cheaters, Larry?” I moaned, rubbing my erection onto his.

“They get shanked by the person they cheated on?” he said, and I laughed.

“Well, yes. But afterward, they get fucked until they admit the true winner.”

Larry furrowed his brow at that. “Not sure that’s really how—”

“And I am going to make you scream who fucking rightfully wins. Do you understand? You lose, I win, and your ass is my fucking prize, so get on your fucking stomach now.”

My voice didn’t leave any room for argument, and I groaned in approval when he listened like a good little boy and got on his knees for me.

His clothes disappeared, and he held his thick cock in his hand, waiting for me to fill him.

I started ripping off my paper scrub pants, my dick so hard it was about to bust a fucking hole in them.

“Mmm, yes, baby. Just like that. Spread that pretty hole for Daddy.”

Larry moaned and waited for me to skewer his tight hole on my thick cock. When we connected, it felt so warm, the intensity always a muted heat when I craved a fiery inferno. I fucked his ass with zero mercy, making him take me until he was screaming the words I wanted to hear.

“I lose! Oh fuck, I lose. You win. You and your fucking cock are superior.” I chuckled and spanked his dark ghostly ass. “That’s a good boy, Larry.”

I felt my orgasm coming to a head, and I closed my eyes, ready to fill him like a yuletide mother fucking pie.

But then I heard a click. Larry and his fine hole disappeared with a curse.

I was staring at nothing, my dick gyrating into the fucking cold air.

“Agh! Fuck!” I roared, standing and throwing the tattered scrub pants to the back of the wall.

“Knock knock! No one’s home, asshole. Go home so I can get fucked.”

I gripped my thick head, the pulsating never stopping. The edging had just created a deeper heat in my balls.

Prancy-dancy, wet noodle, Randy traipsed inside the hall to my cell.

This silent treatment was a fun time, a ritual of ours for a few weeks now, ever since I felt him underneath me.

God, the power in his body made me lose my fucking mind more than usual.

He felt like stone, his body so toned it was a rival against my own.

The way that man fought made me want to claim him in every way possible.

I was the only one in the ‘Fun Time’ Special Housing Unit. Solitary confinement apparently meant taking away my fuckable gothic pirate now too.

“I was busy. And I do mean busy, you delicious buzz kill. Kindly come back to ignore me later. Thanks, big boy.”

Randall wasn’t alone. He had company, my head honcho dick-face brother flanking him.

“To what do I owe the displeasure, Lithy, Boo Boo?” I said, hanging my arms out of the opening to where my snacks came through.

“Judie.” Goliath sounded serious. Something had really ruffled his warden tail feathers.

Curiosity nagged at me, but not enough to cave, so I kept beating my meat, willing for my Larry to return to me.

“Masters!”

I chucked darkly at the demand from my Liebling. The darling was so cute when he was grumpy. I guess getting a peek-see at my dick was making him all flustered.

He could pretend all he wanted. I knew what I felt when he was under me. He fucking wanted a piece of this juicy Judas pie.

“Judes. C’mon man, please. I need your help. Roe might be in trouble.”

The mention of my other brother made me pause. Roe Roe had gone through more shit sandwiches than any of us. He was hanging on like the string on grandma’s thong.

“Welp, guess you should go fix that, Bob, like you do everything else. Build shit up you see as broken until it’s as robotic as your own whippy whipped ass.”

Goliath looked away, and I knew I hit a fun button.

He could fuck off. He stuck his own fucking brother in the hole and ruined my sexy time with Larry.

“Man, I stuck your ass here for your own safety. You fucking know it as much as I do. You aren’t thinking straight, brother. You’re refusing your meds, spitting them out, and sticking them inside the fucking walls. C’mon, man. I need you to look in the mirror and see it’s the best place for you.”

I shrugged. “No mirrors here, Gee Gee. Those pretty ladies in scrubs know I’ll use them to slice their pretty skin to ribbons.”

My brother looked at me in shock before shaking his head.

“Roe thinks there is a breach here. He swears he saw Emmy in the graveyard tonight.” I snorted, tapping my head. “Well, Roe Roe has been seeing a lot of things lately, hasn’t he? You gonna’ lock him up next to me and be a big fucking happy family again?”

Randall looked at Goliath in surprise but tried to mask his features.

That was right. Nobody knew that Professor Freebird saw the world I did.

“Are you going to fucking help me or not?” Lith pressed.

I smiled at him through the bars, walking over to the two men and sticking my arms out.

“Or… not ,” I enunciated slowly.

Goliath shook his head, his ruffled feathers angry at being told no. Don’t piss off the king, or you’ll be stuck in the SHU for another week. Fuck em’. I could jack into Larry’s hole every fucking day. I didn’t need him or my pity party brother either. I only needed my fucking self.

My eyes flashed with yellow flower petals falling around me, glitching in and out. I backed up, yelling and kicking at the floating petals.

‘Tick-tock, soldier number three. Tick-tock.’

The faint voice in my mind gave me a headache, and I ripped at my hair, trying to get the eerie feminine melody out of my fucking head.

“Judas! What are you doing?”

I ignored their shouts, pulling hunks of the black strands free in my fingertips before they tackled me to the ground. I laughed at their efforts, the voice’s suggestions feeling like a command I couldn’t ignore.

‘Little soldier, Tick-Tock. Kill the sleeping doll. Kill soldier number three. Kill. Kill for me.’

I couldn’t quiet the voices, my head exploding in pain, my body compelled to move, my mind, my reality shifting like a brick out of place.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

“Judas! What the fuck is wrong with you? Brother, come back to me. Please don’t make me do this. I can’t, man. Please.”

I could hear my brother pleading with me and their hands restraining me. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop fighting them. I needed to listen. I had to follow the voices.

“Please, my brother. I am begging you,” I shrieked, scrambling to free myself from their hands. I had to get away. I had to follow the voices.

“Judas…no…I am sorry, brother. I love you.”

A sharp pain zapped through my body, and then darkness surrounded me.