“Let go of me! Let go of me, Drips!!”
A big commotion was heard as people saw Ozzie storming out of his room early in the morning and Drix chasing after him and grabbing him, making him scream bloody murder and struggle like a convict trying to escape from prison. Mr. Pheo quickly came to find out what was wrong.
“What is going on here?” Mr. Pheo asked, shocked to see Ozzie wriggling and squirming like a worm in Drix’ clutches. “It’s a Sunday morning, boys. Take your hustle some place else, or maybe do it another time.”
“You liar!” Ozzie spat. “You fucking liar! You told me you’d help Thrax! And yet now he’s gonna die! You big fat fucking liar!!”
Mr. Pheo looked disapprovingly at Drix, figuring out that Drix had let the cat out of the bag. Drix looked away guiltily.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Pheo. I just—calm down, Jones—I just don’t think Jones deserve to be kept in the dark anymore. He’s bound to find out sooner or later anyway, since it’s going to be a public execution…”
“Public execution?!” Ozzie exclaimed. “When the hell were you going to tell me about this?! Were you going to keep this from me until Thrax is long gone and dead?! I trusted you, Mr. Pheo! You said you were going to help Thrax!! I trusted you!!”
Mr. Pheo, seeing that Ozzie’s outburst was attracting too much unwanted attention, gestured Drix to escort Ozzie to his study. Ozziy obliged but not without a fight as the cold pill had to literally shove the cell into the room while Mr. Pheo locked the door behind them. Drix still had to keep hold of him in case he wanted to lunge at the melanin cell and Mr. Pheo could tell Ozzie was literally seething with fury.
“Yes, I understand you’re upset about this,” Mr. Pheo replied apologetically as he tried to calm Ozzie down. “I know I have promised to return Thrax to you and request the city council to deal with him properly and professionally, but you must understand, my influence and power can only do so much. I am an aristocrat, not a saint. I’ve tried, I’ve really tried, but I am still not above the law.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you let me in on what went on in that friggin’ meeting room of yours? Drips said it was for my own good, that I shouldn’t know coz I might jeopardize the case, but you were going to hide this from me as well! This is my Master’s life we’re talking about! How could you hide something as important as this from me?! I had to find out from Drips, and if I hadn’t passed out from shock last night, I would’ve knocked your socks off till next week!”
“I didn’t want Drixenol to tell you because I had wanted to try and plead for them to reconsider again. They deemed Thrax to be too dangerous to keep alive and to be trusted with being a good citizen of Jackson even if he’s let out under probation and under your care, and despite my protest saying that Thrax had technically not harmed the city yet and only had committed murder on the germs and bacteria-s—personally I think it wouldn’t have impacted the city much anyway since it’ll be good riddance to them rather than having to worry of them becoming potential troublemakers—and can be considered the lesser of two evils, they’ve come to a consensus without my knowledge last night about the verdict. They didn’t even bother to give a sort of trial for Thrax and had the galls to start off the sentencing meeting without my showing up. The votes were unanimous and there’s nothing I can do to persuade them. In fact, as we speak, the rest of his gang are going through the elimination phase where they would be gunned down by army barrack executioners before being expelled out of Jackson through the bowels. They wanted to make Thrax’s execution public so that it will deter the rest of the germs and bacteria-s who had made peace with the city from even thinking of doing something brash in Jackson County.
“I didn’t want you to know the progress of the case either because I didn’t want you to get upset and worried about it. Your wellbeing is our utmost concern, and Jack knows what it’ll do to your mental state if you were to know about all this when you’re supposed to be rehabilitating under our care. I’m really sorry, Osmosis, but I’m really doing this for the best of your interest.”
“Well, it’s not doing me any better now, innit, Mr. Pheo?!” Ozzie said his name cynically, still trying to struggle out of Drix’s hold. “I’m more upset than you give me credit for, and it’s all because of you! Now my Master is gonna die and I’m not there for him! I’ve betrayed him and now I’m gonna suffer the guilt for it because I wasn’t let in on the details!”
“Don’t you understand your situation, Jones?” Drix scolded frusttratedly. “You’re not only branded as an accomplice to Thrax to destroy Jackson County, but in private among us you are known as Thrax’s sex slave! You had relations with him, Jones! Sexual relations with him! They are going to put you in the medical department of the army barracks and cleanse you through and through, making sure that you are not carrying either the infection or his spawn, and that is if you are able to survive the detox process first. You’re gonna get yourself killed in there, Jones! They will spare no expense in making you into a clean slate. Do you want to die like that?”
“I’d rather die than live with the guilt of surviving and letting my Master die,” Ozzie replied bitterly. “I’ve lived with this feeling once when I failed to save Frank and I’m not about to allow it happen to me again with Thrax! In fact, why don’t you kill me now? Thrax is gonna die anyway, so why don’t you just put me out of my misery now…”
A loud slap was heard throughout the study and Ozzie felt the initial sting as it spread slowly through his throbbing cheek. Ozzie stared blankly at the perpetrator and found it was no other than his employer Mr. Pheo, glaring at him like a father would to a child who had a potty mouth.
“M…Mr. Pheo…” Drix almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Even he was shocked to see Mr. Pheo’s reaction to Ozzie’s suicidal outburst. He was known never to lay a finger on anyone, not even on his own children as he didn’t believe in ‘sparing the rod, spoiling the child’ method of disciplining them, and there he was now, for the first time ever, slapping a grown man.
“Wha…What the Frank…was that about…?” Ozzie literally breathed his words out, his dazed eyes seeming to threaten to pop out of the sockets.
“I’m sorry, Osmosis,” Mr. Pheo apologized as he soothed the cheek he just slapped with the tip of his fingers, his face seemingly filled with self-hatred at what he just did. “I shouldn’t have done that, but you gave me no choice. One thing I really despise is people who take their Jack-given lives for granted and always asking for death so easily.”
“Who do you think you are?” Ozzie snarled in gritted teeth, trying to hold back the painful tears that threatened to fall out of his black orbs. “Who are you to decide my life and death?”
“And who are you to decide so?” Mr. Pheo retorted as he pulled Ozzie out of Drix’s grasp and into his. “Nothing is going to change with you killing yourself. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Osmosis. Either of your deaths, Thrax or yours, is not going to change the fact that what happened has happened. Think about the people you’d upset when you die. Think of the damage you’d do to others by your selfishness.”
“Been there, done that, Mr. Pheo. Last time someone thought I died, she killed herself. No one else will care now if I die for real.”
“What about us? What about the children? What about your best friend Drixenol? We care. We cared about you to let you into our family circle and we cared about you enough to help you go through your days without your lover. I cared enough about you to help you get your lover back. Hell, if I weren’t a married man and if you hadn’t had Thrax, I’d dare say I care about you enough to take you as my lover, seriously,” he chuckled when both Ozzie and Drix looked at him incredulously, “You have no idea what sort of charm you have on people, Osmosis. Could be that you have had it all along, but it took an infection to bring out in full scale. You more or less have the power to make anyone fall for you and care for you because you have the looks of a person that needed to be loved.”
Ozzie was struck speechless. He never thought of himself as that way. Everyone saw him a rebel, a nuisance, a smart-mouth show off and an attention-seeker. Maybe his family could be considered the ones that genuinely loved and cared for him, but to think of others to see him as someone to be loved, protected and cared for was something even he couldn’t imagine.
“But I’m getting ahead of myself,” Mr. Pheo chuckled again as he loosen his grip on Ozzie and reach up to pet his head. “Point is, it’s not worth it to lose your life over this. I know it’s painful for you to accept this, and I’m very, very, very sorry for disappointing you, but you have to know this: If you really, truly love Thrax, you must live on for him. Survive for him and live out his part of life that he couldn’t. Live for him, Ozzie. That’s the best you can do for Thrax. Live.”
Ozzie finally melted his pride and killed his fiery anger, allowing the tears that he had held back ever since he heard of Thrax’s sentencing pour out and stain his cheeks. Mr. Pheo smiled kindly as his words finally got through to him and allowed Ozzie to bury his face against his chest and cry his heart out. Drix petted Ozzie on the back to ease his sobs and Mr. Pheo rubbed Ozzie’s shoulder to comfort him, letting him let everything go and, in a way, quietly accept the reality that there is nothing he could do about it and his only option was to take his boss’s advice. Ozzie didn’t care now that he was being a crybaby. There was someone to comfort him and let him know that everything was alright and that it was OK to accept this harsh reality, and he let his tears cleanse himself from all the guilt and pain he had felt and dissolve his anger and self-hatred over his incompetence to save his Master. After much loud crying, Ozzie finally slowed down to a silent sob, occasionally sniffling.
“Feeling a bit better now?” Mr. Pheo asked.
Ozzie nodded and remove his head away from his boss’s chest. He saw the wet patch there and felt a little awkward about that.
“S…Sorry, Mr. Pheo. I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mr. Pheo replied, kissing Ozzie’s forehead in a fatherly fashion. “It’s not exactly the world’s most expensive suit or something. The important thing is that you’re OK. And no more thinking about dying, alright?”
Ozzie nodded and grinned as he wiped the last tears that clung to his lower eyelids.
“Here,” Drix said as he poured a glass of water for Ozzie to drink. “Crying makes you dehydrated. This will make you feel much better.”
Ozzie chuckled and took the water to drink. If Drix knew how much he had cried for the past few days, or during the time when he was with Thrax, he’d be surprised his partner hadn’t shriveled up like a prune right now. Mr. Pheo finally unlocked the door and gestured them to follow.
“Let’s have some breakfast, shall we?”
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“Don’t worry. This is a maximum security prison made out of the toughest, highest-quality material the city can provide, so there is no chance of those convicts getting out of that, and you’re within the boundaries of the toughest soldiers in Jackson County. You’re perfectly safe.”
Ozzie nodded. As they continued to walk down the corridor, Ozzie remembered the day after his outburst with Drix and Mr. Pheo. The melanin cell had approached him with a sort of relieved face and said that he managed to persuade the city council to at least have a final rendezvous with Thrax before his execution date. The city council was definitely not happy at first, but Mr. Pheo really laid it on them this time, forcing them to search for their conscience as to what they would do if they faced the same situation as Ozzie had to face. Finally they agreed to let Ozzie visit Thrax for just one day, and to assure them that he would take full responsibility on this matter, he sent his trusted bodyguard to escort Ozzie, which was of course our good ol’ cold pill Drixenol.
The soldier who escorted the duo to Thrax’s cell was taking them deep into the bowels of the army barracks prison where the most dangerous criminals were kept under lock and key. The place looked a little desecrated, but they looked much tougher and stronger than the ones in the regular prison area. Ozzie see a couple of dangerous-looking viruses locked up there and couldn’t really tell which virus family they’re from because the only thing he could see was their eyes that looked through the barred slot of their cell door, but other than that, the place seemed to look rather empty.
They soon stopped in front of a jail cell that seemed relatively new. The soldier peeked in to check if Thrax were in sight and knocked harshly at the door with his baton.
“Yo, virus. You got a visitor.”
So saying, he unlocked the door using a pass card and a long series of numbers on the code machine to unlock the door. As the duo entered, they saw Thrax lying on the bed facing the wall, his back facing them and his left hand encased in the machine, leaving a sort of dead weight on his arm. He was wearing nothing but that pair of black pants Ozzie last saw him in, revealing the upper half of his body which was covered with cuts and bruises from all the beatings he earned from the soldiers as they tried to torture and bully him into confessing his motives of trying to destroy Jackson County. His eyes were a little sunken in because part of his torture was being deprived of sleep as he was interrogated relentlessly without rest, and he looked quite thin from the diet of bread and water he got for every meal during his imprisonment. Ozzie couldn’t suppress his gasp as he saw the drastic change in his Master.
“Oi, virus. Ya hear me? You got a visitor,” the soldier prodded Thrax’s back with his baton but was softly pushed aside by Drix.
“We’ll take it from here. You just wait outside. We’ll call you when you’re done.”
“You’re not gonna let me just allow you to waltz in and do whatever you want, do you?” the soldier asked in an annoyed tone. “I’m not leaving you outta my sight, not when this T4 cell is with this virus…”
“Mr. Pheo said by the authorization of the city council, once we’re in here with the convict, I will take over and be in charge of what goes on around here,” Drix said with his hands on his hips in an authoritative manner. “Would you like it if Mr. Pheo finds out you are questioning his and the city council’s decision?”
The soldier cell and the cold pill exchanged challenging glares for a while before the former finally stomped off and out of the jail cell, grumbling to himself. Once the door was sealed closed, Drix jerked his head, gesturing Ozzie to approach the virus. Ozzie nodded and knelt beside the bed, tentatively tapping Thrax’s shoulder from behind.
“Umm…Master…? It’s me, Ozzie.”
Almost immediately, Thrax turned around to face him. If looks could kill, Ozzie would probably be dying a thousand deaths now. As Thrax got up and off the bed, Drix pulled Ozzie close, his hand cannon aimed at him if he tried anything brash.
“We meet again, Thrax,” Drix said.
“Yes, and I don’t even want to know how you got here,” Thrax growled. “I’m just gonna deal with my baby here, and it’s about time you showed up.”
“It’s alright,” Ozzie broke from Ozzie’s hold and set him aside, assuring him that he was alright. He came close to Thrax and whispered, “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Jones,” Thrax snarled as he grabbed hold of Ozzie’s collar, shaking him. Drix wanted to stop him but Ozzie held up a hand to stop him and make him stay where he was. Thrax glared at the cold pill for a while before turning to the cell, “Did that cold pill tell you to do what you did to me?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Why did you listen to him? Why did you betray me? I thought you promised me that you will never listen to any orders or commands but mine. Why did you listen to his words instead and betray me?”
“Because…Because I thought I was doing the right thing,” Ozzie looked away sadly.
“By drugging me? By drugging all those men that I worked so hard for to collect?” Thrax bellowed as he pushed Ozzie until he hit against the cold pill. “We were almost there! We were so close! We would’ve succeeded if it weren’t for you! After all I’ve done for you, after all you’ve been through with me, how could you do this to me? How could you betray me?”
“I just…I just don’t want you to kill anymore, Master,” Ozzie whined as he tried to gain a foothold. “That’s all I want: to settle down and not having to be on the run all the time.”
“You know I cannot do that! It’s my nature! It’s in my blood! A virus is not a virus if I don’t do what I’m meant to do…”
“I don’t give a fuck what you are meant to do!” Ozzie suddenly shouted, letting out the outburst he had been dying to do so ever since he was with Thrax. “It’s your own body! You got a brain! You can choose not to kill! Do you know that every time you go on an all-out heist like this the first thing I could only think of was how to get out of it alive. I always worry that things might screw up, that you might die, and what does that leave me? What am I to do without you? I don’t give a damn about what you made me do or how you use me to achieve your goals, but what would happen to me if you die and leave me all alone?! Have you ever thought about that?!”
For the first time ever, Thrax, who always had the last say, was speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears. Ozzie was actually worried and concerned about his safety and his life? He had always thought that Ozzie hated being with him that he was only following orders because he bullied him into submission, that he was going along with his charades because he fear for his own life. He had assumed that Ozzie would never willingly fall in love with him, thus his dominance over him to make him feel that the cell was, one way or another, belonged to him and pretend that the cell loved him back. Ozzie could see all that questions lingering in his mind by his facial expression and came close to him.
“Yes, I admit in the beginning I hated being with you. I hated you for killing Frank and everyone in him and being with you was like a living hell. But during the days I’ve been with you, I learnt so much about you and I saw a side of you that I would never thought I’d see. You punished me, you tortured me and you fucked me till I could forget my name, but at the same time you showed me in your own way that you actually cared about me. I don’t blame you for whatever that you have caused me or whatever that had happened to me, including being raped and getting knocked up, because in the end, you would rescue me and tell me that everything was alright and that the worst was over. You were always there for me, Master, and…and I…I love you for that.”
Thrax’s heart felt like it just swelled up three times its size before it exploded into tiny little pieces at Ozzie’s words. I love you. The magic words that he thought Ozzie would never ever say as long as he lived slipped out of those lips that he would kill to own. He looked down almost dejectedly, not wanting the cell and the cold pill duo in front of him to see his face, or more importantly his eyes, as they seemed to melt with emotions he had long forgotten ever since his mother hardened his heart.
“I love you, Master,” Ozzie said softly as he undid the belt that held his canvas slacks on. “And I have betrayed you. I deserve to be punished. Do me as you will.”
Thrax saw the belt held out to him willingly and tensed for a while before snatching it out of his hand. He could tell from Drix’s little body languages that he wasn’t very comfortable with this idea, like silently fidgeting around a little and putting his the back of his finger against his lower lip, which was what he was doing right now, but the fact that he had not voiced out his protests showed that he more or less trusted what Ozzie was doing. Ozzie, on the other hand, just stood there submissively, resigned to his fate.
Without warning, instead of the belt, Thrax’s encased hand flew across Ozzie, hitting him on his side and sent him skidding across the floor. Drix gasped and frowned as he activated his hand cannon.
“Alright, that’s just uncalled for…” Drix wanted to apprehend Thrax but was stopped by Ozzie.
“No! You stay outta this, Drips!” Ozzie struggled to get up as he held his hand up, again making him stay where he was.
“But this is too much. I won’t stand for this…”
“Then get the hell out!” Ozzie barked, glaring at him while holding his bruising side. “This is my reunion with Thrax and I won’t have you ruin it for me! You can’t handle this, then go outside and watch the door! I know what I’m doing here!”
“But…But, Ozzie…”
“I said GET THE FUCK OUT!!”
Drix hesitated and wanted to retaliate, to put his foot down and handle this, but seeing the insistence—and a little desperation—in Ozzie’s narrowed eyes, he lost the heart to do so, remembering fully his promise last night after Mr. Pheo announced the good news of a reunion that he would trust Ozzie and let him take as much time as he liked with Thrax, not interfering with whatever goes on between them during the reunion. Quietly, he walked out of the jail cell and waited outside the door, using his cannon to squirt a gel-like substance over the barred slot of the door to block out the sounds despite the soldier guard’s protests.
Thrax didn’t waste time in putting the belt to use. Before Ozzie could brace himself, he landed the belt onto the cell hard. Blow after blow came raining down onto poor Ozzie who curled up in a fetal position on the floor, not protesting or screaming for mercy, only letting out an occasional whimper or sob. The virus vented out everything he felt within onto Ozzie: his anger over Ozzie’s betrayal; his self-hatred over what he was doing right now to Ozzie even after what the cell had just confessed and over what he had done to his poor little pet in the past; his dismay over the fact that he had to find out right now how his pet truly felt for him; his self-loathing over himself not having the courage to honestly tell his feelings to Ozzie because of his years of built-in pride; and his disappointment and sadness over the reality that he will never see his baby again after this.
It felt like forever before Ozzie finally felt the blows stopped coming. When he looked up from his fetal position, he saw Thrax breathing heavily as he threw away the belt not because he was tired of beating him up, but because he was trying to suppress something that was threatening to overflow from the very fiber of his being and make him very uncharacteristic in front of his pet. Tentatively, Ozzie got up from the floor and walked painfully close to the virus. When he reached his hands up to try and cup his Master’s cheeks, he was gripped tight by the wrist with one clawed hand and pulled close to the virus’ face before he felt Thrax’s strong lips on his, kissing him with a fiery passion. He felt something wet against his own cheeks, not sure whether it was his Master’s tears—he’d be extremely surprised to see the manly Thrax who was the cause of tears to actually cry himself—or his own, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be in Thrax’s arms, feeling his vigor and strength of his heart all over him.
“I love you, Master…” Ozzie whispered between kisses. “I love you…I love you so much…”
Thrax didn’t reply, but reciprocated his feelings by showering butterfly kisses around his face and neck. It was very rare for Thrax to behave so tenderly, but as long as his Master was with him, Ozzie couldn’t care less if Thrax was slobbering all over him. Thrax tried to remove the cell’s clothes but with a dead weight on his left hand, undressing him with one hand was making it very difficult. Ozzie helped by removing them for him, baring his nude form for the virus to see. Thrax continued to kiss the rest of his exposed membrane, twirling circles around the inverted concaved area on his chest with his tongue, making the cell shiver and whine in ecstasy. It felt almost like his imagination while he was masturbating back then had come to life.
“Lie down on the bed, baby,” Thrax said huskily, calling Ozzie’s pet name the latter had missed so much while his eyes were not really meeting his once his lips stopped at his midsection.
Seeing the faint streaks along the virus’ cheeks, Ozzie understood why the lack of eye contact. He nodded and did as he was told. As soon as he was on the bed, he felt Thrax’s free hand on the left side of his hip and his dreadlocks tickled his midsection, and he trembled in anticipation as to what was about to happening next.
Slowly but surely, he felt the warm, wet heat of his Master’s mouth around his cock. Ozzie gasped in surprise. Throughout their relationship, Ozzie had always been the one to who did the work. Thrax had never once had his mouth anywhere near his nether region, well, not directly, anyway, and now there he was, sucking and bobbing his head up and down, expertly using his lips to clench and unclench his member and lashing random tantalizing patterns around it and down the underside. Afraid that he would make a fool of himself being heard, Ozzie quickly covered his mouth, pressing both his hands against it to suppress his moans.
“What did I say about holding back?” Thrax’s voice rang in his ears as he momentarily let his oral hold off Ozzie’s cock.
“But…But people might hear us, Master…” Ozzie whimpered, his voice muffled behind his hand.
“Let them hear us. Let the whole world hear our passion tonight. Let me hear your voice as you scream for me, baby.”
Ozzie slowly release his hold on his mouth and let himself go, letting out moan after moan of euphoria as his Master continued to blow him, his clawed hand massaging his sac. He clawed at the hard, cold bed he was on, desperate to grab onto something but seeing that the bed had no mattress or bed sheets, he resolved to clutch onto the edge of the bed, surrendering himself to his skilled mouth. In the back of his mind, he had wondered how had Thrax mastered all these, and felt a slight pang of jealousy at the thought of his Master pleasuring other people before him before he chucked that thought out of his mind, easing in to the fact that whoever had it with Thrax back then, Trisha included, was never as good as what he was getting now. His hips reflexively bucked at the wet heat and instinctively wanted to thrust forward but Thrax carried his dead weight left hand and held him down, the cold metal of the encasing machine making Ozzie let out a surprise yelp for a split second there before returning to the ecstatic assault on his throbbing member.
After succeeding in making Ozzie into a squirming, moaning, writhing fool, Thrax proceeded to move downward and suck his sac. Rolling the balls along his tongue, he released his heavy hold on the cell’s belly and took one of his ankles, wrapping the leg around his head, nudging his other leg to do so with his dead weight hand. Ozzie complied and that was when Thrax stopped licking and sucking the sac and leaned down to trace circles around his puckered entrance. Ozzie cried out in rapture between gasps as Thrax kissed and licked his ass before slipping his tongue, thrusting into his entrance and roaming around his inner muscle. Delving deep into him, Thrax could feel Ozzie’s muscles contracting around him in pleasure while his lips worked its magic to suckle the pucker.
Ozzie was blown away by the feeling of Thrax’s mouth devouring him like that. Words could barely even describe what he was feeling right now as he moaned and groaned with pleasure at his Master’s ministrations. The odd reaching sensation was infuriatingly close, clawing at his membrane mercilessly and screamed at him for release, but without being able to touch himself (and feeling the warning of the cold steel of Thrax’s encased hand whenever he tried), the cell was going insane with the build throbbing painfully in his cock.
“Master…Master, please…Fuck me…! Fuck me and let me cum, I beg you…!”
“Such a demanding slave,” Thrax chuckled as he stopped tongue-fucking his pet. He maneuvered the cell until he was on all fours and coated his cock with whatever remaining saliva that was around Ozzie’s hole after unzipping his fly. Holding Ozzie’s waist from behind with his encased hand, he prodded Ozzie’s entrance teasingly with the tip of his rock-hard cock and asked, “How badly do you want me, baby?”
“V…Very badly, Master…” Ozzie breathed, trying his best not to just scream at him to impale him and shag him senseless.
“How badly?”
“Un…Until I…I forget who I am…”
“I love you, baby.”
With that tiny whisper near his ear, catching Ozzie unaware, Thrax slid in with one smooth thrust, the moist saliva within his entrance paving the way. Ozzie widened his eyes and let out a strangled gasp at the initial burn, but soon started moaning and groaning again in elation as the virus started thrusting in a steady rhythm, the ridges of his cock rubbing sensually against Ozzie’s inner muscles. Ozzie clawed at the pillow, which was probably the only thing that made a bed, and gripped hard at the pillow case, his sweet spot immediately found and assaulted with vigor. Thrax, of course, deviously avoided touching Ozzie, which drove Ozzie into a frenzy as he couldn’t cum while his prostate was rammed mercilessly over and over again, sending jolts of wonting piling up at his manhood.
“P…Please…! It hurts, Master…! Please touch me…!!” Ozzie begged, almost close to tears.
“Not yet, baby,” Thrax purred. “I’m not quite done yet.”
So saying, with his rod still in him, the virus flipped the cell to missionary position and wrapped the latter’s legs around his waist, pummeling deeper into Ozzie until Ozzie could literally see white hot flashing stars in his mind’s eyes, bringing his Master in and out of focus.
“Yes…!! Yes, Master! So good! That’s the spot…!!”
“Mmh…” Thrax purred even louder than before as he moved faster and harder. “You’re tight as ever. You’re really gripping me in…”
Feeling himself getting close, Thrax took Ozzie’s length and pumped it aligned with his thrusts, making Ozzie scream his approval in more ways than one. The built-up release within his cock ever since Thrax started blowing him threatened to explode from the double assault. Reaching desperately in vain to grab his Master’s thighs to control himself, his breath became more and more erratic, his screams of ecstasy a pitch higher.
“M…M-Master…!! I’m…I’m going to cum…!!!”
“Mmh…Me too, baby…! I’m cumming…!”
Before Thrax could pull out, Ozzie came long and hard, his legs reflexively wrapped tighter around the virus’ waist, pushing him in deeper. The tight contracted inner muscles of Ozzie’s orifice clenched tightly around Thrax’s rod, forcing the virus to release his warm seed into him. Both of them cum like they’ve never cum before, their whole body tensed and arched as if they were having some sort of big scale cramp. It felt like forever before the tremors of their orgasm subsided. Thrax let out a soft groan before laying on top of Ozzie, his cock still inside him. Ozzie tentatively wrapped his arms around him, hugging him as if he was afraid Thrax would disappear from sight if he didn’t.
“I…I came inside you…” Thrax panted, nuzzling against Ozzie’s cheek.
“I know,” Ozzie replied just as breathlessly. “It…It feels good…”
“You…You will be with child,” Thrax whispered, his tone sounding a little worried. “Your body is modified by me, remember? That’s how you’re able to get knocked up with Finn’s…”
“It’s OK,” Ozzie stopped Thrax from continuing as he nuzzled Thrax back. “If that happens, I’ll be glad to carry your child. He or she will be a parting gift from you, and I will love and protect him or her with my life. You’re all I’ve got now, and when you’re gone, I want something of you close to me, to remind me of you.”
“Baby…I…” Thrax hesitated for a while, trying to will his pride away before giving in to what he wanted to say, “I’m sorry…”
“It’s OK. I love you. I love you so much, Master.”
“Say my name, baby,” Thrax kissed his forehead in tiny pecks. “Let me hear you say my name.”
“Thrax…” Ozzie said as his eyes welled up, hugging Thrax desperately. “I love you, Thrax…I love you so much…I love you so, so much…”
“I love you too,” Thrax whispered to his ear, as if it was a secret only reserved for his beloved to hear. “I love you forever and a day, Ozzie.”
Ozzie sobbed as he hugged Thrax tighter. Finally his Master called him by name. he could hear and feel the love his Master had for him by calling him his name. Thrax purred and hushed him as he picked him up in a sitting position, rocking him to and fro, trying to comfort him and tell him everything was alright.
“Alright, break it up, boys.”
Ozzie gasped as he saw the soldier cell coming up to him and pulled him harshly out of Thrax’s embrace. He was dragged and pushed towards the door, Drix catching him just in time. Drix gave him an apologetic look and picked up Ozzie’s clothes that were flung unceremoniously at his feet.
“Put your clothes on, ho. It’s time to go,” the solder cell said distastefully. “Didn’t think you’d be his whore as well, but I’ll overlook this and not take you for de-tox, since you’re Mr. Pheo’s guy.”
“No! No, please!” Ozzie tried to struggle from Drix’s arms as the cold pill tried to help him dress. “Please, just 5 more minutes! 5 more minutes with him, please!”
“You had your time, ho. Now get dressed and get outta here!”
“Don’t you dare call my baby that way, you son of a…”
Thrax’s attempt to lunge at the soldier cell was quelled when he received a whack on his midsection by his baton. Thrax doubled over by the blow and coughed, almost vomiting.
“No! Stop! Don’t do that!” Ozzie screamed but was held back by Drix.
“Get the fuck outta here, ho! Take him away!” the soldier cell growled.
“No…No, baby…” Thrax struggled to regain his composure and get up but was held down with the soldier cell’s strong foot. He had to admit that people from the army barracks were strong, but he didn’t think they could be that strong to subdue him just like that.
“You stay the fuck down, virus! You had your lovin’ with that whore, now it’s time to go beddie-bye and say bye-bye to him before you get toasted the day after tomorrow!”
“I’m sorry, Ozzie,” Drix apologized as he hoisted Ozzie onto his shoulder, holding him securely within the crook of his neck so that the cell would not use his morphing flexibility to slither out of his grasp. He nodded at the guard and gave a remorseful look at the virus before walking out of the door and out of the jail cell.
The whole prison soon echoed with Thrax’s agonized roar and Ozzie’s wailing protests as the cell and the cold pill duo left the building.
