Lucky Dog 1 translations 03 Bernardo Route 14
Part 1: Prison
Guards Visit 4
This scene is NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!!
In place of a knock, Lloyd uses the back of his hand to bang the iron bars of the cell.
|Lloyd: Hey there! I have an hour of free time right now, so how about what we talked about last time? Here’s good, right?|
I peer at Lloyd’s face and fall into thought for a second. To take or not take the conditions he’d laid out last time?
In other words, to fuck or not to fuck… What to do?
|Gian: …I’ll call the others here, so wait right here, then. Just making sure, but you’ve already prepared yourself, right?|
|Lloyd: Of course. My insides are slick and shiny. Hurry up. I’ll be waiting.|
When I bring Bernardo, Luchino, and Giulio over to my room, Lloyd was finishing binding his wrists to the bars with a rag.
|Gian: The hell are you getting prepared for? You’re sure riled up for this.|
|Lloyd: Why, of course! …Hm? Isn’t there one more? What about the guy across from you?|
|Gian: I told him to head over, so he’ll be here soon.|
|Lloyd: Huh. Waiting would be a waste of time, so shall we get started?|
|Gian: You just haven’t got the patience…|
I tell Bernardo and the others to watch as I get down to business.
I make Lloyd stand up and pose with his hands on grabbing the bars and his ass stuck high in the air. Without preamble, he drops his pants to his knees.
|Gian: Man, you’re hopeless, damn perv.|
Slap! Slap! I spank his bare buttocks.
|Lloyd: Ah! Aah! That hurts… Ah!|
Even if I throw my whole body behind the smacks, Lloyd looks like he’s enjoying something about it.
|Gian: You want more? Have it!|
|Lloyd: Ah! …I-I’m sorry… More…!|
Luchino: Hey, the hell is this? What’re you guys starting?
‘I want you to help me make one of the guards our ally, so come to my room” … was what I’d said when I dragged them here, but I didn’t give them any details.
|Gian: He said he wanted to roleplay getting gang raped by Mafia captains, so…|
If I’d explained this off the bat, no normal person would ever come.
Bernardo: Oh jeez … and we’re being forced to participate?
|Gian: Nope, you guys can just stay on the sidelines for now. Just watch. That’s fine, right, Lloyd?|
I slap Lloyd’s ass some more as I shrug my shoulders at the others.
|Lloyd: That’s … fine … so long as … they watch me get fucked…|
|Gian: Sorry, but that’s how it is.|
Luchino nods with an exasperated expression. Bernardo next to him leans up against the wall as he takes out a smoke.
|Gian: Giulio? How about you?|
He’d been staying quiet, but when I ask him Giulio also nods.
Giulio: I understand. You only … require me to watch, correct?
Now that I’ve gotten their OKs at least, I stop slapping Lloyd’s ass.
Lloyd: Ah… What’s … next…?
There’s a lilt to his voice. He’s probably drunk off his sensations. I can’t understand it, but there’s no question about his reaction, at least.
I lightly pat his red, swollen buttocks. The skin’s unexpectedly smooth, but it’s gone hot from all the smacking.
Gian: You cleaned yourself, right?
Lloyd: Why don’t you check if I did a good job…?
‘And what am I gonna do if it’s not good?’ I wonder as I spread open his asshole with my hands.
I expose the dark-colored tightly contracted thing. I quickly glance. It’s not dirty.
Lloyd’s whole body’s shaking in anticipation. He really is just as much a lech as rumors say…
I steel myself a bit before I place my finger up to the tightly shut opening into his flesh. When I put power behind it and push inwards, it slides in surprisingly smoothly.
I didn’t expect for my finger to go in this far. His hole’s washed completely clean, and he’s spread some kind of cream inside, too.
Lloyd: Ah … it’s going … in…!
Resign myself, I jam both my middle and index fingers in, all the way up to the base. After checking the tight, soft flesh tract, I pull them out all at once.
Lloyd: Ah… A-Again…
Gian: Hmph, you’re getting the real deal next. I don’t even have to prepare you all too much to go in. But, I don’t wanna go in bareback. You prepare a pouch?
Lloyd: In my chest pocket…
I rifle through Lloyd’s chest pocket and pull out a package of rubber.
I turn back to the silent audience. I feel kind of awkward.
Gian: Don’t stare at my ass too much.
I drop my pants and take out my own junk and, with some light strokes, bring it up standing. I open the package and cover my dick with the rubber inside.
Lloyd: Ugh … ngh… The front … too…
Gian: I’m not doing it for you. Fist yourself.
Lloyd: I … I can’t…
Oh right, I’ve got him standing with his hands on the bars. But, you’re the one who tied your wrists.
Gian: Hey, relax back here, nympho guard. I’m gonna give you want you wanted.
Again, I open Lloyd’s buttocks wide. I press up to the twitching hole and sheath myself in one thrust.
I feel the tight constrictions clenching through the rubber as it slips straight in deep.
Lloyd: Uwah! Ah … something … big’s … inside…
Gian: Your ass really wants dicks, jeezus. Look how easily I went inside you.
I give another slap to the ass holding me inside, making his insides squeeze. The pleasure I feel is indescribable.
It’s then I hear the footsteps coming from down the hallway.
|Ivan: The fuck!? Wh-What the hell’re you doing…?!|
I meet Ivan’s eyes from across the bars.
Gian: …Hey. We’re a bit busy at the moment, but, eh, come on in. Line up by Bernardo and keep watching.
|Ivan: What?! I came ‘cause you said you wanted something, but what the fuck’s…?!|
|Bernardo: Just come in already, Ivan. Watching this is how we’re helping.|
|Ivan: This ain’t a funny joke, Bernardo…|
|Bernardo: Just come over here.|
Lloyd screws his face together painfully and turns back towards me as I’m distracted by Ivan.
Lloyd: D-Don’t look elsewhere… Move… Please…
The hole clenching again and again clouds my eyes for an instant.
Gian: Don’t squeeze so hard, jeez! …Like this? Ah, so you like being impaled…
Lloyd: Uwah! There! Everyone’s … watching me … getting violated…
Gian: Though really, this is completely consensual.
Lloyd: More… More! Fuck me more…!
Gian: Yeah, yeah.
At some point, the ruckus behind me’d quieted down. I guess Ivan had no choice but to join in the audience with Bernardo’s admonishment.
‘It’s not like I’m doing this because I want to either,’ I whisper in my mind as I speed up my thrusts.
Gian: I’m … almost there…
Lloyd: …! …Unh, aah, I’m … I’m cumming, too…!
My voice rises in pitch with Lloyd’s as the vice constricts. By the time I notice the sweet feeling creeping up my spine, my whole body’s shaking … and I climax.
The tip of my straining penis intermittently splurts out jizz. It’s a numbing kind of good.
When my breaths slowly calm down, I realize Lloyd’s milk had flown through the bars and out into the hall.
|Lloyd: Aah … that’s the good stuff…|
I pull out from Lloyd while he’s completely intoxicated, and I start disposing of the rubber now that I’m done with it.
|Gian: …Someone else want a turn? It’s pretty tight.|
I turn after I finish patting down my clothes.
Bernardo: I’ll pass.
At the same time, Giulio shakes his head, and Ivan looks like he’s about to barf with how red he is.
Luchino: You’ll fuck a man so long as it’s tight? Don’t tell me you’re the one who played with pigs and chickens as a kid…
|Gian: That’s an awful thing to say…|
It’s then a set of sharp footsteps heralds another person’s appearance.
|Joshua: Just when I think I haven’t seen you for a while… You! There you go again!!|
|Lloyd: Hey, Joshua. Need something…?|
|Joshua: ‘Need something’?! Get a grip already! …Gian – and the rest of you as well! Stop indulging in Lloyd’s whims!|
Joshua flies in, forcibly drags Lloyd, who’s looking dead on his feet, and hauls him out.
Thank God for this opening. I thought I had to keep on going.
Oh hey… I’ve gotta check the important details.
I call after Lloyd who’s practically getting carried down the hallway.
|Gian: Hey! Lloyd! We’re ‘friends’ now, right?|
Lloyd looks back and beams. I guess … I’ve won him over?
…It’s … stretching my limits a bit. Rather, no way I’m gonna do it. My face puckers in the moment I try to imagine it.
|Lloyd: …That a no?|
|Lloyd: Guess I’ll hit up someone else. And here I went and cleaned myself out, too.|
Lloyd shrugs his shoulders and disappears down the hall.
Well, it’s not like I could’ve done anything about it. Can’t do a thing if I can’t get myself up…