King me...

Author's note: This is a short piece I wrote for fun to amuse the girls in a chat group dedicated to the HBO TV series OZ, which is set in prison and stars Christopher Meloni as Chris Keller and Lee Tergesen as Tobias Beecher. If M/M slash is not your thing, please do not continue. Otherwise...enjoy! *weg*

King Me


Beecher turned to glance out into the commons. For some reason, he was always morbidly curious as to what was going on around him. Catching a flash of movement out of the corner of his eyes, he whirled around to glare at Chris accusingly. "I saw that," he accused, heatedly.

Keller flashed him a devilish grin and spread his hands innocently. "Saw what?" Keller stretched, making sure his shirt rode up good and high, showing off the abs Toby loved to play with so much.

Toby huffed, his bottom lip jutting out until his eyes fixated on Chris's firm stomach and dipped to the peachy fuzz of the dark treasure trail that disappeared into the waistband of the worn prison grays. "You were trying to cheat, Chris," he said, half whining. Keller only chuckled and pushed his player in the last row.

"King me," Chris demanded proudly, loving the way Beecher was sulking. The little bitch hated to lose. His eyes widened as Toby reached out and flicked his checker piece defiantly into Chris's chest with one short nail. "No," Toby ground out.

"Do it, you little pussy bitch," Keller said, leaving no room for question in his voice. Beecher let out a half crazed chuckle. The same one that always tugged at Chris's heart strings and worried him all at once. Another piece went flying, this time hitting him in the groin.

Toby stood, turning his back on Chris as he walked over to his bunk. Nonchalantly as he could muster, Toby said, "I don't feel like playing checkers anymore." He waited, a delicious chill running down his spine. He heard his lover's movements behind him. He closed his eyes waiting, a soft gasp escaping his lips as a firm hand closed around the back of his neck. The heat from Keller's touch seemed to brand him; the hot, moist breath that fanned against his cheek made his knees weaken. Keller's grip tightened to the point of bordering on pain, a soft, panting cry tore from his lips. Pain, pleasure . . . it didn't matter. All that mattered was Keller.

"I didn't ask you if you felt like it, Tobe," Keller warned. His mouth clamped down on the warm juncture between Toby's neck and shoulder. Teeth pushed demandingly into flesh before he pulled away, running his fingers over the mark he just left. Desire, hot and molten burned deeply in the blue eyes peering back at him.

Toby whirled around, his hands instantly under Chris's thermal shirt, longing to feel him, touch him, needing every part of his body to meld into his lover's. Grabbing the back of Keller's neck, Toby wrenched him closer and claimed Chris's lips. His hips pressed urgently into the hard ridge raging behind Keller's zipper. Tearing his lips away, Toby bit down hard on Chris's neck, on his shoulders, his chest. Even through the shirt, Toby was sure there would be marks tomorrow. Reminders of their passion--of his love for Keller. A low, husky groan ripped from his throat as Keller shoved him down, sending Toby sprawling on his back on the bunk. His arms opened, circling around Keller, drawing him in, drowning in him. Was there any difference?


Keller relished the feel of his lover's body pinned beneath him. The urgency and acceptance in those pale blue eyes sent another stab of heat straight to his groin. One of the runaway checkers finally stopped its crazy circling and toppled to its side near the edge of the bunk. Chris grinned . . . ahhhhhhh FORE . . . PLAY. He ground his erection against Tobe's, loving the whimpers the other man couldn't hold back. His tongue laved one of the tiny blush nipples, making it harden instantly before moving over to give its partner the same attention. Toby's fingers bit into the back of his skull demandingly, smashing Keller's Romanesque beak against his chest in his need to have more of the mind blowing oral stimulation. Chuckling, Chris bit down hard on the nipple, fighting off his lover's grip to slide further down his body.

Roughly, he yanked Tobe's pants open and down in one sweep, drawing a surprised cry from the blonde's lips. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach, as it stood tall and weeping from its golden nest. So like it's owner, Chris thought--pretty when they cry.

"Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesuuuussssssssss!" Toby howled as Chris closed his fist around the weeping cock and squeezed hard. Keller was in his face in a heart beat, his hand closing over Toby's mouth, fingers digging cruelly into his cheeks and around his shaft until tears sprung to the baby blues.

"Shut the FUCK up!" Chris hissed, his sapphire gaze glittering dangerously. "You get me thrown in the hole and I promise there will be something besides your tight little asshole hurting. Do we understand one another?"

Toby nodded mutely, his back bowing, agonized tears starting to fall as Keller's fist tightened unbearably around his dick. His body slumped in relief, his lover finally releasing his rigid grip. His breath came in harsh sobbing pants, sounding unnaturally loud in the pod's cramped confines. His eyes darted nervously to Keller's shadowed face, but he had turned his attention to releasing his own hard and angry cock from its confines. A low groan escaped Keller's lips. He wrapped his fingers gingerly around the thick length and slowly fisted himself, starting to pump both hands in tandem. Chris aligned their cocks, wrapping his long fingers around them both. A whine erupted from Toby's lips. The friction was so god damn sweet. At Keller's pointed stare, he stuffed his own knuckles into his mouth to muffle the whine.

Keller enjoyed the satin on steel friction of his cock against Beecher's until not even Toby's whole fist could muffle the whining mewls coming from the little bitch's throat. Fighting back the self satisfied grin that threatened, he settled for shooting a feigned look of disgust at his lover. Impatiently, he flipped Tobe to his stomach, pinning him effectively with his weight across the back of his thighs. Toby struggled for a moment and Keller brought a heavy hand down on his pale white ass. Both the crack of skin on skin and Tobe's surprised, pained yelp echoed sharply in the pod.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the hacks hadn't heard, Chris spotted them still sitting like zombies at the control tower. They were clearly as bored with lockdown as most of the inmates. Wrapping a fist in his podmate's blond waves, he wrenched the son of a bitch's head back, painfully.

"What the fuck did I tell you?" he growled. When Toby only looked at him and squirmed beseechingly Chris sighed. "I can't let that kind of willful disobedience and disrespect pass, Beecher."

"Chris . . ." Beecher whined, but Keller was already shaking his dark head negatively.

"Shut your fuckin' trap, Beech, and take it like a man," he snapped, bringing his hand down hard on Beecher's ass again. Unprepared, Toby cried out.

"You're just making it harder on yourself," Chris ground out between gritted teeth. Toby watched him raise his hand again, a fierce determination blazing in his azure gaze. He buried his face in Chris's pillow just as the next blow landed. He writhed, trying to diminish the fire that spread through his ass cheeks as Keller continued to rain blow after blow on them. The heat from his ass seemed to spread throughout his body, as his lover continued to humiliate him and tears started to soak the pillow. His struggles and Chris's weight across his thighs caused his hard cock to rub painfully against the rough wool of the bunk's blanket. He groaned as he ground his hips a bit harder. It felt so fucking good. He arched his ass as best he could to meet Chris's next blow and whined in pleasure.

Chris nearly laughed out loud as he felt Toby pressing his ass up to meet the blows. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but moans of pleasure rumbled through his chest, and his hips undulated as pain and pleasure obscured the fine line between them. Sliding back a little, he rained half a dozen stinging blows to the ultra sensitive thighs, his cock jumping as Toby cried out hoarsely. Impatiently, he shoved Toby's right leg up and pressed his forefinger to the knuckle in the man's snug tunnel. A strangled scream came from the pillow, but he humped hard against the bunk making the springs squeak in his quest for release.

Toby's eyes flew open as Chris roughly shoved another finger into him, scissoring him open dry in his impatience. His scream turned into a groan as Chris curved his fingers to brush the bulge of his prostrate. He whimpered, his eyes drifting shut in ecstasy as the thrusts started coming hard and insistent. He could feel his trapped cock twitch with every rough thrust. His eyes snapped back open in shock. He was turning into a pain slut for god's sake, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure. It was like something out of The Playboy Advisor! "I really get turned on when my prison lover beats my ass then fucks me dry. Is this normal?" A maniacal giggle escaped his throat at the thought!

Hearing the "Crazy Beecher" giggle, Keller moved up over the scrumptious blonde. The crazy little bitch was so god damn beautiful with his skin all flushed in arousal. Leaning over his shoulder, he captured his lips in a long scorching kiss.

"Ya gonna be a good boy now?" he purred.

"Ut uh," Toby said stubbornly, his eyes sparkling. Keller's mouth swooped back down to seal over Beecher's as he drove his cock hard into his ass. He swallowed his lover's scream, relishing the pain as the little bitch bit hard on his bottom lip. He thrust brutally as the sweet coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. Beecher sobbed, reaching to grip the bunk's cross bar as thrusts slammed into him. Mewling cries escaped him as Keller continued to pound his ass viciously--the thrusts increasing in tempo until the bunk rocked a dangerous sway.

Feeling his balls tighten, Chris slipped his hand between the bunk and Toby. Wrapping his long fingers tightly, he jerked hard on the other man's cock drawing high pitched mewls of pained pleasure until ropes of searing cum shot over his hand and Toby's chest. Slamming hard a couple more times, Chris grabbed Toby's nipples in a savage twist and emptied his load deep in his perfect little ass.


When his breath returned, Toby eyed his sprawled lover in irritation.

"As much as I loved your little DOM scene, would lube have killed you?" he snapped.

Keller shrugged lazily.

"You were a bad boy." At Beech's scowl he added, "and we're out . . .remember?"