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the taste of semen and looked forward to repeating his performance the following day, but wondered why Christoph had stopped touching him.
    “Don’t play with yourself,” Christoph admonished. “I will know if you do. I have something special planned for tomorrow night.”
    Denny returned to his cell, aware of the other men’s scrutiny. “Was it terrible?” one of the men whispered to him.
    “No.” And the truth was that it wasn’t.
    For the next two days, Denny and the rest of the crew bathed, ate well, and even received clean clothes. Meanwhile, Denny and Christoph continued to meet, Denny bringing Christoph to intense fulfillment in the jailer’s office. Whatever plans he’d had for Denny seemed forgotten. On the third morning, Denny received a cup of coffee and a hunk of bread.
    “What about the others?” Denny asked, when he saw his meager offerings.
    “Everyone has the same thing.” The guard stared down at him a moment then left, a secretive smile on his face.
    Denny didn’t take this sitting or lying down. He yelled at the others from the bars of his cell, “I’ll see this right!”
    He didn’t have to wait long. By the afternoon, Christoph wanted him again but Denny told the guard, “No. You tell him to feed us properly and allow us to bathe, or I will never come to his office again.”
    The guard seemed scandalized. “I can’t tell him that.” He narrowed his eyes. “He’ll whip you.”
    Denny became aware of the others staring at him from their cell bars and he lost his temper. “So what? I’ve done everything he’s asked of me and now he’s feeding us mere scraps again.” He sat against the wall, arms folded.
    The guard left, looking disgruntled. Denny wondered what would happen to him and pictured himself, Christ-like, being flogged within an inch of his life. He didn’t care much in that moment. Life was horrible. He folded his arms around his body and tried to imagine he was warm. His head, back, and every other part of his body, ached with hunger and sleeping on the cold stone floor night after night.
    He was astonished when thirty minutes later, the guards scurried along the cells, unlocking each one and handing out bowls of porridge, pieces of fruit, more coffee and bread, and apologies.
    Except for Denny.
    “He wants to see you,” the guard said, looking petrified.
    Denny followed him along the corridor. None of Denny’s shipmates looked up or said a word. They were too busy eating. The guard knocked on Christoph’s door and opened it without waiting for a response. He pushed Denny inside the office with a vicious shove then closed the door behind him.
    Christoph spoke half an inch from Denny’s face. “I ought to kill you. I can’t stop thinking of you. You’ve made a mockery of my marriage. I can’t bear for her to touch me. I have to get drunk in order to pleasure her. I hate it when she touches me. Why couldn’t you be a woman?”
    Denny almost laughed, except that he realized Christoph was in true anguish. Christoph kissed him with the kind of hunger born of carnal need. Their kisses grew heated and long, until Christoph pulled away.
    “This may be our last time, so honor my desire. Fuck me. And fuck me hard. Though I want you to handcuff me, as though I am your prisoner. Cuff my hands and take me from behind.”
    Denny felt such a flame of desire it seemed to burn him from within. He couldn’t speak. He grabbed Christoph and kissed him, as Christoph rubbed against him. The searing heat between their crushed bodies was almost more than Denny could handle.
    Christoph dropped to his knees, fumbled with the buttons on Denny’s prison-issue pants and released his now rigid cock, letting his tongue capture it. He licked and sucked frantically, reaching to encircle and hold Denny’s balls. Christoph came off Denny’s cock and rasped, “Fuck me!” He stood, his own erection straining inside his trousers. Christoph reached into a desk drawer and extracted a pair