Three men strolled down the pathway of the cells, diligently checking that each iron gate was securely locked. Normally, the cell wing remained unguarded, but due to a recent murder, guards were stationed to watch over it throughout the night. While the exterior of the prison had its regular security, the added precaution inside the cell wing signalled the heightened vigilance prompted by the unsettling event.
In the stillness of the nighttime within the prison, occasional hushed noises echoed, with some inmates dozing, others in deep slumber, and a few remaining wide awake.
The responsibility of the guards and the trio of prison officers on duty was to maintain order and ensure that everything remained in check.
"Is everything in order?" Elvis inquired upon entering the cell wing, observing the three men patrolling there.
"Indeed, there are four guards on duty; I hope that suffices," Rema replied.
"Well, it should suffice, considering the additional guards outside the cell wing," Elvis replied.
"In that case, I must retire to rest; fatigue has set in," Rema lamented.
Elvis, unimpressed with the apparent lethargy of his officers, shook his head, contemplating the work ethic before him.
"Your tasks are completed; you may leave for the day," Elvis stated, dismissing them.
Godfred, unable to shake someone from his mind, asked aloud. "Which cell houses Jesse?" His eyes scanned the cells, amidst the silent noises here and there in the cell.
Elvis, adopting a menacing tone, reminded, "You heard me, Godfred."
"Very well, sir," Godfred saluted, departing the cell wing with the other two officers.
As they exited, Elvis exhaled, releasing the tension he held. He scrutinized each of the four guards, silently conveying a message. Turning away, he glanced into the first cell, seeking a specific individual. Spotting that person nestled between JuJu and Kofi among the inmates, he left the cell wing and proceeded to his quarters, concluding his day's duties.
As the trio of prison officers made their way to their quarters, Godfred couldn't contain his frustration, lamenting, "I'm far older than him, yet he orders me around as if I'm a child."
Rema offered a perspective, stating, "That's the power of education, Godfred."
Reaching the room section, which accommodated four prison officers each, with two ample bathrooms each, The trio bid themselves goodbye as they retreated to their respective rooms. Godfred shared a room with Nana Kwame and two other officers; one was absent due to a reported emergency at home.
Godfred, visibly vexed, began to undress upon entering the room. Clement, who had been observing, interrupted his repose, questioning, "Don't tell me he's fuming because of Elvis again."
Nana Kwame, indifferent, simply shrugged as he undressed and walked towards the bathroom.
Elvis entered his room, flicking the lights on in the moderately sized space with cream-painted walls. As he sprawled on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, he detected subtle movements, instantly heightening his alertness. Rising and sitting on the bed, he became acutely aware of his surroundings, scanning the room for any signs of an unwelcome presence.
Elvis, hearing the flowing water in the bathroom, instinctively reached for his gun. Approaching cautiously, he found no signs of life in the bathroom. Suddenly, the lights went off. Returning to the bedroom, he sat on the bed and sighed, addressing the unseen presence, "You know this is enough, stop with your games." Undressing, he laid on his back, naked, on the bed.
A subtle chuckle echoed through the darkness as its source stealthily moved onto the bed. In the dimly lit room, unseen hands traced a slow path across Elvis's hairy chest, descending to delicately squeeze his nipples and explore down to his thighs.
The hands moved on, delicately cradling Elvis's manhood, moving it up and down with careful caresses in the darkness. A moan escaped Elvis's mouth as he took charge, guiding the head of his unseen companion toward his manhood.
"Yes, like that," Elvis whispered, the sensation overwhelming him as the person took his manhood into their mouth, skillfully moving it down their throat and up, causing Elvis to shudder with pleasure.
The mysterious person expertly spat on the tip of Elvis's manhood, kissing and licking it before fully engulfing it in their mouth. Elvis, attempting to stifle his moans, subtly moved his waist, guiding himself deeper into the warm confines of the person's throat.
Approaching climax, Elvis tightened his grip on the head, thrusting deeply into the welcoming mouth as he spilled his milky juice into the mouth.
With a release of satisfaction, he sighed in contentment as the other person, having shared the intimate moment, lay beside him.
Elvis turned to the person in the darkness and chuckled, "You have to stop with all these scenes, Felix; it doesn't work."
" What! I thought I scared you to death" Felix replied
Elvis laughed softly, "Scared? Nah, just mildly amused. Your theatrics need a bit more finesse, my friend." As Felix stood up and headed to the bathroom, Elvis continued, "But seriously, you might want to save the drama for the stage. I'm just trying to get some rest here." Elvis lay still, listening to the soothing sound of water running in the bathroom as Felix indulged in a shower. The rhythmic flow of water provided a calming backdrop, offering a moment of tranquillity in the aftermath of their unconventional encounter.