The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 04

They hugged again for a minute before Rhys gently pushed him onto his belly and straightened his legs. He dug for the little tube of oil under the pillow and poured the last of it into his palm.

Jamie closed his eyes as Rhys's large hands spread over his back, thighs straddling him. His cock jerked. Oh no you don't, he thought with a chuckle.

"What?" Rhys asked as he began to move his fingers.

"Just my... oh, never mind." He buried his face in the pillow even though Rhys could not exactly see his blush. The big man laughed softly, guessing what it was especially at the blush creeping over Jamie's neck.

Rhys went to work on Jamie; all gentle leans and stretches, keeping deep focus on the zones that he had hurt the most.

With his thumbs, Rhys applied pressure along Jamie's spine, warming up his back. He kneaded slowly up around Jamie's neck and spread out over his shoulders. He rotated Jamie's arms with one hand, the fingertips of the other rubbing in a circular rhythm. Jamie just lay there, sighing and grunting every now and then.

After about an age focusing on the shoulders and neck, Rhys' palms glided down Jamie's back until they reached his pelvis. Putting more pressure now, he raked his fingers gently over the lightly bruised flesh of Jamie's inner thighs where the strap had pulled on.

Jamie jerked a bit and Rhys held off, using his palms instead. He pressed down; letting his hands shake a little so the vibration penetrated the sore flesh.

Jamie hummed in appreciative relief and Rhys smiled, not stopping.

By the time Rhys was done, Jamie felt like he was a puddle.

Jamie marvelled at how much better he felt after that. "I swear, those fingers of yours are a law onto themselves." He murmured lazily, eyes hooded in relaxation. Rhys chuckled at his words. He was just like Rhys wanted him, relaxed. No pain, no fear or terror. He was working towards happy but that, he knew would take some doing, and some time. But he was so very patient.

For Jamie. He would be anything.

"Can I clean you?"

"Clean me? Like give me a bath?" Jamie giggled softly, thinking Rhys was having a laugh.

"No. I want to clean you inside."

"Oh..." Gulp. That again. "Isn't that a bit of a personal thing... private and all," Jamie stammered. He had been cleaning himself literally every day since Rhys had given him the package whilst refusing to accept the fact that he must be subconsciously doing it for the big man. No way he could accept that. Like he was keeping himself ready for Rhys at all times. That could not be what he had been doing surely?

Rhys chuckled and turned Jamie to face him, the small man's face all bright red. He smiled tenderly at him.

"Well considering that I've been in that little private place in every possible way I doubt it's that private anymore...in fact I think it's even more personal to me than you..."

Jamie's face burned even hotter. "I guess..." He gave up, more embarrassed than reluctant anyway. "You will do it anyway so –"

"No Tiny, don't say that. I will not 'do it anyway'. I am asking if I can and I won't do it if you don't want me to." He clarified carefully. "It's a request, not an order..."

"Okay, okay. I'm fine with it. I want you to, alright."

A big beaming smile covered Rhys' face and Jamie's throat caught as he saw this. God he was falling so hard for this huge man. It felt so good to be around him like this. This was such a mess.

Jamie laughed at Rhys' obvious excitement. "Have you been looking forward to this?"

"Yeah... kinda."

Rhys sat down sideways and went to work, bringing a large basin he had filled with warm water from the tap and placing it right at Jamie's feet. He put down a cleaning kit that looked completely different from what he had given him before and number of stuff that Jamie couldn't see. He trusted Rhys so he was not worried in the least. It was obvious he had been preparing for it while Jamie was asleep. The thought of that tickled Jamie intensely. He felt so loved, so content in this moment.

Rhys took hold of Jamie's legs and pulled him towards him onto his lap until Jamie's bottom was between his thighs, which were low slung over the basin somewhat. Jamie smiled to himself; he wondered why Rhys didn't just ask him to move closer. He didn't know why, but he found he loved the almost complete control Rhys exerted over him. What frightened him most was that he had this feeling deep inside that he could give himself to Rhys a million times over and it would never be enough. It was like this man wanted his very soul and would take nothing less.

His legs were bent upward so his knees were over his chest with his left foot resting cosily against Rhys' neck. Pillows were tucked underneath his back to make sure he was comfortable and he tried not to giggle at Rhys' serious fussing.

He cringed a little as he felt himself start to harden when Rhys pushed his cheeks apart gently.So not the right time.

He couldn't seem to think distracting thoughts.

There was no point anyway, for by the time Rhys started actually cleaning him inside he got even harder. The nozzle felt so strange going in, but he guessed it was probably because it was Rhys doing it that was getting him excited.

"Rhys! W-what...?" Jamie couldn't help his cry when the warm liquid slowly whooshed into his body, shocking his system as it kept pumping in and making him twist onto his side, gripping the sheets for dear life. Rhys began to rub his back gently, making soothing sounds.

"It's alright Tiny, it's only warm water," He coaxed. "It'll come right back out in a minute. Try and relax and hold it in."

"But... but it's going –Rhys!" Jamie's voice was punctuated with a strangled groan. Rhys spooned him now, reaching over to rub his strangely distended belly gently. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing because the massaging made the cramps dwindle away and Jamie now relaxed though his whole body continued to tingle.

He could not believe Rhys was actually cleaning him down there.

He remained quiet for a while, eyes closed as he enjoyed the massage. If this embarrassment did not kill him, nothing ever would. He couldn't even bring himself to speak when Rhys carried him over to the toilet, instructing him to let the water out. It was a strangely erotic experience, doing this with Rhys kneeling before him even though he hid his burning face in Rhys' neck.

They moved back to the bed and Rhys started to chat as he busied himself with another round of water. It was as if he was simply cooking or something and not digging into Jamie's ass to clean out whatever was in there. He started telling him more of what that happened after they parted in the day before. The talking actually helped to relieve Jamie's embarrassment and soon they are chatting about it without a thought to what Rhys was doing to him.

By the third round on the toilet, Jamie questioned why they had to do it so many times. Rhys explained in such detail that he wished he had never asked in the first place. The third round was the last apparently because the water looked as clear as it had going in. Now Rhys just laid the relieved man on the bed and massaged his belly a bit more to ensure no more cramps came.

"Rhys?" Jamie murmured lazily, loving the hands relaxing his body.

"Mmh?"

"Have you...c...cleaned yourself before?"

"Of course I have. I won't do anything to you that I haven't done to myself Jamie."

Jamie raised an eyebrow. "So you've fucked yourself then?" It was not exactly a question.

Rhys laughed, a light blush tingeing his cheeks. Jamie felt good that he had brought that on.

"No I haven't. But you can..."

"What???" Jamie squeaked, not liking the direction the conversation had gone suddenly taken. He had no such inclination.

"You heard me. Yeah, I haven't been fucked before. And I've only ever been with one man and that's you. You." Rhys didn't stop what he was doing. "But we can change that. Do you want to fuck me then?"

"I don't think so." No hesitation there.

"Why not?"

"Just... don't" This time his gasp was even louder. He couldn't believe Rhys was suggesting that. Rhys just chuckled to himself. Jamie didn't even want to think about it.

"It's not a big deal Jamie. I can take it."

"Don't..."Jamie groaned in embarrassment, turning away to bury his face in the nearest pillow. The huge man leaned back to hug him from behind, breathing deeply into his neck. "Okay. Fine. In your own time, we'll talk about it. Okay?"

No answer.

He nipped at the slender neck, grinning at the shiver it instigated. "Jamie..."

He got a grunt in reply but the shy man remained in the pillow. Rhys leaned against him for a while and then resumed massaging Jamie.

It seemed like Rhys stopped and hesitated a bit for some reason, fingers running through the soft hair on Jamie's groin. "Can I shave this?"

"Wha...why?" Jamie gasped and finally peeked out of the pillow, the fingers felt so good. Rhys needed to stop that right now. He didn't wait for a reply. "Fine. Fine."

"Thanks," Rhys said brightly and in a second Jamie felt the coldness of shaving cream hit his skin. He gasped and jumped; more in shock that Rhys was already prepared than at the coldness of the cream. "Hey relax, it's just shaving cream."

"Are you taking everything off? I thought you were going to use a razor or something. Rhys, it's gonna make me look like a girl..."

"No it isn't..." Rhys coaxed, not stopping. He painstakingly spread the cream all over Jamie's groin and practically halfway up his half hard cock.

"Jesus!" More gasps escaped him as the coldness reached his pucker and round his bottom. It wasn't like there was any hair there!

Rhys laughed to himself, thoroughly enjoying Jamie's discomfort. By the time he was done and had washed Jamie up, there was no hair at all on Jamie's groin or his bottom and he looked good enough to eat. Perfect.

He pushed Jamie back fully onto the bed as he dried him with a large towel. When the towel was pulled away, Jamie stared down at himself in dismay, not sure what to think of how bare he looked down there.

"Now I look like a girl," He muttered unhappily. "I hope you're happy."

"I doubt that." Rhys pulled off his boxers, exposing a very hard erection with no self-consciousness whatsoever and no hair in sight. "DoIlook like a girl?"

Jamie gulped; he just realized he had never looked Rhys' dick in the eye before. It was both a frightening and intoxicating sight. It was more long than slim and slightly darker than the rest of him, except for the bulbous head looked which like a massive lollipop. He wanted to lick it.

He actually wanted to lick it, God help him.

It was pretty long already and even then didn't seem completely hard yet. That had been inside him. All of that. Oh God. He wanted it right now. He was most certainly no girl. He was all man and his dick actually looked delicious all bare and exposed like that. Now he understood what Rhys meant.

"Oh..."

Rhys laughed at Jamie's expression, a mixture of rapidly building lust and happy realisation. He had initially started shaving all the hair off his groin area when he played basketball in school and always felt itchy and uncomfortable down there after a game. He had shaved it all off one hot day and never looked back since. It made him feel clean and fresh.

And now, it made him feel sexy, for Jamie.

He walked to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out another tiny disposable bottle of body oil. Jamie watched him intently as he crawled back into the bed and settled between Jamie's out flung thighs and making the small man flush with embarrassment.

"Let's see how you like your new state of hairlessness... shall we?" Rhys whispered as he dribbled oil onto his palms and rubbed them together. Jamie couldn't speak; shivers were already coursing through his body in anticipation.

When did he become so wanton?

The palms came down, eliminating the thought as fingers began treading gently over his groin and circling his cock without touching it.

God. Those fingers. Like magic.

They dug into his flesh as they massaged, teasing the base of his cock as they went. He was beginning to tremble. The teasing was making his cock jerk as jolts of pleasure zitted through his entire body.

They slid further down, between his balls and over that delicious pink opening, still avoiding direct contact with the sensitive spot and frustrating the hell out of Jamie when he moved back up and repeated the action all over again.

"Oh God!"

There was no indication that the huge man heard him even though he obviously did. Instead the long nimble fingers slid up his belly, teasingly massaging down into his navel and sliding over his abs and circling his nipples for bit before slithering back down again.

Jamie's body was on fire, goose bumps covered his entire frame and he soon was arching into Rhys' hands as they painstakingly covered his shuddering body again and again. Breathless gasps escaped him with each shudder.

All of a sudden a slickened finger breached him fully. His cry was ragged as his bottom jolted off the bed in shock. Rhys was quick to grab Jamie and hold him against him. He kept his finger curled as he pressed his face into Jamie's tightened belly, breathing in the smell of the small man and letting his chin tease the now moist cock head underneath him.

He grazed his teeth over Jamie's belly as he doubled his fingers, feeling the flesh start to convulse as he pushed in and withdrew. Moans and whimpers filled his ears and he lifted his head to feast on the sight.

Jamie's eyes were glazed and he was undulating like crazy, lost in sensations. Rhys withdrew his fingers and continued to tease him with that torturous massage all over again, ignoring the pleas from that whimpering mouth. Jamie's cock was engorged and throbbing now, straining flat against his belly, each jerk exploding straight into his head and driving him crazier.

"Rhy!"

He leaned lazily over the small man, their cocks just inches apart. "Yes?"

Jamie could feel the nearness even without looking. It was like electricity was crackling between them, connecting their bodies and drawing. He hitched his hips up hungrily and they both gasped as their cocks brushed.

The amusement left Rhys and he was panting as Jamie's hand grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his head down so their noses touched. They stared at each other, breaths mingling fiercely as each could see the wild hunger and need in their eyes.

"Inside...me." Jamie gasped breathlessly with eyes half lidded and wild with need.

"No." Rhys gasped back, his expression parallel to his words.

"What?" Jamie pulled Rhys head down harder. Rhys immediately grabbed at Jamie's hand and tore it off his head, grabbing hold of his other hand as well and dragging them over the small man's head on the bed. This imprisonment excited Jamie even more. He continued to undulate, picking up the pace somewhat. Their cocks ground harder together.

"No."

Jamie was confused; he had no idea what to say now and spluttered. "What?"

"You're not ready... it'll hurt. Last night was heavy, too heavy. You need to recover."

"I don't care..."

"Well, I do. Ah... I won't hurt you, Jamie." Rhys voice shook with effort. He couldn't believe how difficult this was. His cock seemed to be hardening with every whine from Jamie's mouth that it was beginning to feel like a rock. A burning hungry rock.

"Don't make me beg... that would hurt me more."

"I just cleaned you..."

"You can clean me again afterwards. I'm not complaining. And you like cleaning me so look at it as your chance to do it again."

Rhys laughed with a wince as Jamie wrapped his legs enticingly round his waist. "You're... not meant to... to... do it too ah often..." The small man held tight and wound his hips up into Rhys'. Fuck. Looked like Tiny knew exactly how to tempt him. "Jamie..."

"Just do it Rhy, please." He whined quietly, doe eyes trained on Rhys' face. "I want it like last night... the way you did me... slow and perfect... like that... I want it like that."

Rhys stared at him for what seemed like an age; feeling so much love, longing, that painfully passionate longing burning through so fiercely that Jamie felt a small shiver creep up his spine. Holding his wrists in one hand, Rhys gripped the back of Jamie's head and smashed their lips together in a hard fiery kiss. He was feeling so much, all his emotions seemed to be seeping from every pore, overwhelming him and pouring out in his kiss.

Gasping for breath, they were forced to separate. Their eyes held with intensity in dawning realization of what they were feeling and seeing it in each other's eyes.

Jamie's eyes were wide as he stared back, fear intermingling with the fevered emotion. Rhys could see the fear growing and he knew Jamie would soon be consumed with it. No fucking way. So he did the only thing he could to keep it at bay.

He gave in, beginning to kiss the small man imprisoned under him. The oil on Jamie's flesh made their bodies slide so smoothly together.

Rhys lifted his head to watch Jamie, wanting to see his reaction to his entry. He didn't want to hurt him so he watched with as much concentration as he could manage. Jamie's hiss of pleasure and victory as he entered him threw him off completely. God help him, he had to keep really still for a while to hold off the release.

Jamie watched him through glazed eyes, questioning the wait. Rhys loved the scrunch that took over his small face as he drove the rest of him in, the oil making the entry so gloriously sleek.

"Awww fuck... Rhy yes..." Back arching, small legs moved higher up Rhys' back, rubbing the firm skin. The huge man groaned in pleasure and nipped at Jamie's quivering lips as the move gave him more of that tight pulsing depth. Jamie's whole body began to quake as his orgasm suddenly came upon him, his words dissolving into wails as he bursted forth.

"Jesus." Rhys whispered in wonder and crushed that small mouth with his, grinding hard into Jamie's tightness with eyes fluttering in pleasure.

The small man felt like he was going mad, his erection had not abated at all despite his explosion, his entire body tingled with the continued washes of orgasmic shocks. He struggled against Rhys trying to get him to move but the huge man wouldn't budge. Instead he did the next most wondrous thing and Jamie lost it just the same.

He grabbed Jamie's small legs one by one and draped them over his shoulders then let all his weight down on him, going deeper yet, marvelling at his baby's flexibility, dragging hitched screams out of the small man as he curved him practically into two and began to grind into him slowly. Not that he could go any deeper but he damn well tried.

Jamie ached torturously, the fire boiling and curling through his blood as Rhys' cock crushed against his right spot with every grind. It just kept escalating until Jamie began to thrash wildly.

"Rhy...Rhy." Jamie could only whine helplessly as his body was engulfed in this new maddeningly mind blowing experience. He could feel every inch of Rhys that filled him as it imprinted itself like a brand in his channel, moulding his insides to fit the length and breadth of that cock exactly. He could feel it pulsing to the rhythm of Rhys' heartbeat, making him throb from the inside out. God it was so good it was unreal.

His hands are released from the hold above his head and fastened tight around Rhys' neck as his mouth was taken in deep searching kisses that swallowed his cries. The grinding built up steadily until Jamie was bucking against Rhys, his hips undulating like crazy in unison with Rhys' as he strained for more of his kisses.

It was like they were one person now, completely joined, moving so fluidly and profoundly together. The grinding kept their joining so deep and raw it was almost spiritual. Rhys felt like he wanted to possess this small man completely, never to leave his flesh. He felt his baby begin to tense and convulse again and pressed even harder, wrapping his own arms fiercely round Jamie as he built it up.