@felixthegoodboy​
Felix had been hearing a lot of strange sounds in the cells recently, even at night when he thought everyone would be asleep. He would hear moans, thuds and creaking of beds, as if the beds were going to break. He was scared it could be ghosts. Tonight had been extra noisy, he was so confused that no one else seemed to be reacting to it, maybe they knew what it was. He got up as he saw someone passing by his cell and quickly ran over to them “Excuse me.” he squeaked out as he reached out between the bars and grabbed their arm “C-Can you please tell me what those sounds are? I-I keep hearing them down here and it’s making me nervous…”Â
Wat stopped his usual nightly prowl. He was getting bored. The confusion that Wilder constantly left him in, the uneasiness he felt in any efforts he made to pursue his former lover any further, made him push any real thought or feeling away at times... It was too much. And more importantly too dire of consequences to get wrong. Again.
So he would prowl at night... Take some slave to bed, for a meal, the more innocent the better. And he watched this boy grab his arm... and ask such a dear, innocent question. And Wat felt the terrible urge to toy with him.
He grabbed the boy’s arm lightening fast, exchanging their grip. His other arm moved through the bars to the boy’s waist, pulling him close enough to grind his crotch against the bars.
“The moaning?” Wat glanced Felix up and down, speaking quietly, as if sharing a secret. “The squeaking of beds? The sound of slave fucking? I assume each other, but maybe some masters prefer to have their way and move on quickly... Not me. I have a place of my own. Would you like to see it?” Wat’s hand trailed further down Felix’s body to his ass.



















