Lucky Dog 1 translations 03 Bernardo Route 14

Part 1: Prison

Chapter 3

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?

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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?

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…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?

Gian: Yeah…

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…

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