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[You know what they do to guys like you in prison?]

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His features were just a bit too soft, his hair a tad too long, and his frame just a bit small for his own good. In short, Jason Parker was a bit of a pretty boy, a pale, dark haired, bright eyed pretty boy. This usually worked to his advantage. Fit and good looking, he was popular with women (and men for that matter), but that wouldn't do much other than trouble him in a place like this. His pale blue eyes scanned the cells they passed, his almost black hair framing his face nicely although it did look a bit like he cut it himself. He probably had.

The orange jumpsuit barely fit, being much too loose, but he hadn't any choice in that. "Ah..." He gave a small sound of pain and surprise as the guard jabbed him in the ribs with the baton, using more force than necessary, paired with a painful tug on the cuffs to turn the prisoner down the next aisle of cells. Jason tried to ignore the jeers and catcalls from the cells they passed, crude remarks about what they wanted him to do, or what they'd like to do to him, threats and jeers... He kept an indifferent expression and a somewhat reserved stance as he was led to the end of the hall, but his heart was racing.

The cuffs were jerked back, biting painfully at his wrists as the guard pulled him to a stop with enough force that he stumbled backward a step. The cell door creaked open slowly, one guard keeping an eye on the man already in the cell, a tazer held threateningly as Jason was nudged forward with a surprising lack of cruelty. He'd only had a moment to relish the less than rough treatment before a heavy boot to his back sent him sprawling onto the floor, hands pinned behind his back still by the cuffs. The door was slammed shut as he struggled to his feet.

"Um, the cuffs?" He questioned the retreating guards.

One of them motioned for him to near the bars, and when he did, the man gave the chain of the cuffs a rough pull, slamming him into the bars. While he was a bit dazed from the pain, the guard undid one of them, leaving the other to hang form his wrist. "You're roommate might like to use them." He said with a cruel smile, leaving the cuffs dangling from his wrist like a cruel reminder of where he was, and the high risk of where he might end up.

"Thanks, you're a doll." He grumbled sarcastically, out of the guards reach. The guard gave him a warning look, but left him to the mercy of his cellmate.
 
Jonathan Anzaker was one of the most looked man on the FBI list. He was accused of raping and killing woman from all over the town, he was well known as the only rapist to had eluded the FBI for more than ten years. He was a very tall and strong man, wich gave him the advantage over others rather quickly. Ten years passed by and the lastest victim of his, a young girl survived and told the police about him wich quickly lead to his arrest. The police had trouble keeping him restrained as the cuffs barely fit his wrists, he was a animal to say the least.

At prison he quickly became the strong man in, he was respected and everyone that opposed him was found nearly dead on the corner of the prison. His fame quickly rose, and the prisonmates quickly feared him. The guards had to be careful with him because if he fought any of the guard it would take a lot of tranquilizers to held him down. He was the man in prison and he had a group of followers that did whatever he wanted.

As he was on his bed thinking he heard the bars open up and looked at the guards smiling, a new prisoner on his cell and a new playmate. As the guards left him he looked at the boy, he was very slim and weak, Jonathan could easily overpower him. He could hear the roars of other prisonmates telling the boy that he was screwed and they were right. He grinned looking down at the boy, â??you have two options on my cell, one become my plaything and I will protect you from others, or become my plaything and I will not protect you from othersâ?. He grinned looking at him and slowly walking to him pinning him against the bars, â??what is your name, oh wait that does not matter, youâ??re my bitch, say itâ?.
 
"Shit, I rain a few accounts and they stick me in here with King Kong." His soft lips twisted into a sneer as he was shoved back and pinned. "The second option sounds better, but let's skip out on the first part of it." He said innocently, as if they were engaged in polite conversation. Sarcasm was Jason's joy. "I'm Jason, what 'pleasure' it is to meet you."

Jason had been on the way to the airport with several million dollars of freshly stolen government money when a flaw in his system alerted the authorities to the lost money. With a few string pulls by the higher ups, he was deemed a high risk to national security and thrown in without a trial. Jason was, quite frankly, brilliant, with money and computers especially, but brilliance and common sense didn't go together so well. He was the shining example of this as he goaded a man that would have no qualms about smearing his guts across the cell, and no trouble doing it.
 
He laughed and looked down at the boy, â??you have guts I give you that, but you will be my slut wether you like it or notâ?. He grinned raising his hand behind the boy and letting drop a bedsheet that would cover the bars so they would not be bothered. He grabbed his hands and cuffed them behind his back easily, â??I think you donâ??t understand your position boy, you are in my cell and will abide by my rulesâ?. He grinned punching the man on the stomach and throwing him on the bed so the upper part of his body was resting on the bed and the lower part on the floor bent over. He grinned as he pushed down his pants and slowly began to pump the boys cock up and down.

He looked stepped away and looked at the boy, â??Scream all you want, nobody will help youâ?. He grinned and pushed down his own pants revealing a huge cock, â??now tell me option one or two, you will have my cock in your ass anywaysâ?. He grinned and went besides him showing him his cock, it was about nine inches and it was hard like a rock, â??if you are a good boy I will lube you, if not you are screwedâ?. He grinned going behind him and letting him feel the tip of his cock on the boys asshole .
 
The punch silenced his next remark and the next thing he knew, he was on his knees bent over the bed. "Slut implies that I'll like it, you're asking the wrong guy." He snapped as his pants slid down. Despite his words, his length responded to the rough treatment and the attention, and before he knew what was happening, the man's fat cock was rubbing against him. "Shit... Get off me...!" He protested, ignoring promises and threats alike as he struggled under the man, despite knowing he wouldn't get far, even if he could free himself of the man's grip.

"It's too big, you'll never fit." He said, unable to keep fear out of his voice. "You said I have guts? I wont have any left if you tear 'em apart with that monster of yours." He said, still squirming. "Define 'good boy'?" Lube wouldn't save him, but it would certainly help...
 
He groaned as he took a step back, â??You will like it, I assure you that and I will break you mentally or break your assâ?. He smirked sitting besides him and holding him in place with his arm, â??Good boy means doing everything I order you to without hesitating, I assure you my offer is better than what the others will do, rape you and offer you to someone else, I am offering you being safe as long as youâ??re a good boy and do what I sayâ?. He grinned as he grabbed his cock with one hand and slowly start to pump in and out, â??this is a once in a lifetime offer, if you donâ??t respect it I will let my gang rape you one time after anotherâ?. He pumped it faster hearing him mouth his big words but not affecting Jonathan.

After he felt the man was slowly reaching orgasm he stopped and stood up leaning on the wall and looking over his body. He was sentenced to life without parole so he was here to stay, â??So tell me slut, wich is your answer, become my slut or let the others make you a slutâ?. He laughed as he looked at him, he had no choice if he chosed wrong it would be hell for him to pay.
 
Jason made the terrible mistake of closing his eyes to think, and all he could see was Jonathan's threat playing out in his mind. He opened his eyes in horror, laying still on the bed as he tried to think of any escape. He was a bright guy, he could find a way out of this, right?

All his brilliance came to the lovely conclusion, he was totally, completely, and soon to be literally screwed.

He slid back so he was kneeling, feeling a little better a little less exposed, although his back was still to his new captor. "Alright... I'll take you up on that, but on two conditions." He hated himself for giving in. "First, a guy like you has to have some outside connections. I want cigarettes. A few packs a week. Second, I want one favor." He had no plans of staying his whole sentence, having the strongest guy in the prison owe him one would be to his advantage. "Someday, I'll ask you to do something for me, just once, I want your word that you'll do it." He said calmly, praying the man's word was worth something.

"It's not a lot to ask, considering what you're getting in return, don't you think?" He asked, finally looking back at Jonathan, "Of course, you can take what you want, but..." He licked his bottom lip slowly, putting that pretty boy look to good use. "I'm a lot more fun when I'm willing."
 
He laughed as he looked at the guy giving him options and conditions, â??Since when we talked about you having to ask me something, however I will do the first oneâ?. He grinned going to his bed and taking out some ciggarets from a bag, â??I will give you one each time you do something good, the second condition I will think about it, I can leave whenever I want but I wonâ??t get the same pleasures outside than inside, so you can say I want to be hereâ?. He grinned as he sat besides him, â??now for your first ciggarete suck me, I want you to make me cum if you do I will release the cuffs and let you smokeâ?.

He would use his addiction against the man, he grinned and moved him so the boy was between his legs. He looked down at him and waited for him to choose, â??one more thing, if you bite me you will regreat itâ?. He laughed and locked his legs behind the guy so he could not stand up, he was pinned between Jonathan legs as he waited to see if he would do it.
 
"Not even going to take me out to dinner first? Some gentleman you turned out to be." He said, although his tone was defeated. Jonathan could do whatever he wanted, but he'd never be able to cure Jason of his commentary. Of course, having his mouth full might help. "You know... I'm not exactly used to being with men..." he said carefully, hoping he wouldn't be in trouble for stalling while he tried to bring himself to terms with what he was about to do. He closed his eyes as his tongue ventured out, licking the tip of Jonathan's length. "No offense, but you taste terrible." That incurable mouth went on again.

He swallowed and looked up a Jonathan one last time before he hung his head forward and took the tip in his mouth, suckling at it before rubbing the tip with his tongue. He very slowly took it deeper and deeper, his tongue washing over the sensitive skin, struggling not to choke on it.
 
He sighed and shook his head, â??Boy you need help to learn how to respectâ?. He grabbed the back of his head and pushed him deep inside his cock. He smirked as he let him choke a bit before letting him have some air and pushing him back. He kept doing this for awhile as he felt his orgasm slowly reaching in. He grinned and took his head out cumming on the boys face to add point to the humilliation. â??From now on you will not speak unless spoken to, and you will refear to me as sirâ?. He tossed him back so he fell to the floor and grinned, â??now for the insult you will see me smoke the ciggarete in front of you, if you talk I will smoke another one, and another one until you shut upâ?. He grinned as he took the blanket out letting everybody see him like that. He grabbed the ciggarete and threw the smoke at his face.
 
Jason hadn't expected the sudden motion, and it sent him gagging. He lay on the floor where he'd been thrown, a cum covered spectacle as their only source of privacy was removed. "You've gotta leave me somethin'...." he mumbled, the smoke teasing his addiction as his cellmate had the cigarettes that should have been his. Maybe someone finally would be able to teach him to control his mouth after all.

He closed his eyes silently refusing to watch, and refusing to acknowledge that he was being watched. He didn't take well to being pushed around, but there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.
 
He grinned as he watched the boy close his eyes, â??open your eyes you slutâ?. He grabbed the boyâ??s balls and squeezed them until he opened his eyes, â??Now tell everybody what y ou are and maybe I will reward you with the rest of the ciggarete â??. He grinned and saw at everybody looking in, including the cellmates telling him what they wanted to see, â??They want to see me fuck your little ass out, tell everybody what you are or I will do itâ?. He grinned grabbing him and helping him stand up in front of the bar exposing him to everybody, he leaned over the others ear and whispered, â??I want you to beg, I want you to shout it or my cock will enter your little holeâ?, he grinned as he slowly pushed his cock between the boy asscheeks and touching the boys asshole.
 
Jason opened his eyes, and bit his lip, refusing to speak. He gave a small sound of pain as he was pushed up against the bars, completely on display. Jonathan's words seemed to go unheard until Jason felt the length pressing against his hole. He no longer doubted that the threats would be carried out. "I'm... I'm your bitch..." he said, just loud enough for Jonathan to hear. He wasn't fond of the audience, and his bright red face announced the fact, however his still hard length denied it. "Please... please don't..." He begged weakly, "This wasn't... this wasn't part of the deal. Youre supposed to be protecting me from them, not offering me up like this."
 
He grinned and whispered softly, â??I only said protect you, and no one is hurting you right now right?â?. He smiled and decided he had enough,he slowly pushed his fully erect member through the new prisonerâ??s ass. He moaned as it slowly went in, then he took it out then slowly back in, â??you need to relax, otherwise I will hurt youâ?, he grinned as he reached for the boys cock and started to pump it up and down while his cock went in and out the otherâ??s ass. He moaned as he liked and kissed the neck of the other guy, the crowd were cheering and screaming out to the new prisoner. After the boy got used to his length he pushed it in hard and started to fuck him with a fast steady rhythm.
 
Jason let out a pained sound as the fat erection forced its way into him. He gripped the bars, his knuckles turning white as the room erupted in cat calls, which did nothing to improve the situation. Each thrust resulting in a breathless groan of pain. "It hurts...!" He cried out, his voice begging the man to stop. The hand on his own erection helped distract him, and as he got a little bit more used to the feeling, pain was outdone by pleasure. He tried to stay quiet, refusing to give the man such satisfaction, but he could help but let a low moan escape as his cellmate set the pace, pushing him into the bars with every thrust.
 
He grinned and kept pushing in and out with all his strenght. After what it seemed forever he started to cum inside the boy. Pushing in deep one more time he filled the boyâ??s ass and threw him down on the floor. He then approached the boy and unlocked the cuffs letting him free, â??take one ciggarette, you deserve itâ?. He grinned throwing in the floor one ciggarate with a lighter. He grabbed the pack and jumped on his bed taking a ciggarate and having a smoke himself. He loved being here and be the center of attention of all guys.
 
The rough fuck left him panting, and as he felt himself being filled he came. He hated himself for reacting, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He gave a groan of pain as he hit the pavement, recoiling as his cellmate moved closer. He relaxed a bit as the cuffs were removed and the cigarette and lighter were dropped by him. He took both in one hand, as if afraid they'd be snatched up by someone else if he didn't, but couldn't bring himself to sit up and use them just yet. He could feel eyes still on him as cum leaked out his ass, and it was quite a while before he finally got up and, carefully avoiding the man, made his way back to the top bunk to satisfy his addiction.

He inhaled the smoke and held it, savoring the feeling as he drew in the chemicals.
 
He smirked as he looked down at the boy, "Better get dressed, we are up for free time in about two minutes". He sighed and stood up grabbing his pants and putting them on followed by his shirt. He let the inside of one of his pocket out and pointed at it, "As long as you grab this, everybody will know not to mess with you and that you belong to me". He looked at the boy, still in shock to what just happened and sighed, "better get used to that, you will be doing it for a long time". He smirked as he saw the gate open and he looked at the boy to see if he grabbed the cloth of his pocket. He was a tall muscular guy, the most respected and feared prisoner in all of the prison, nobody would mess with him or his property.
 
Jason pulled his clothes on, his body sore. He slowly made his way back to the man he was growing to loathe, gripping the fabric and trying very hard to stay upright. "Free time?" he repeated questioningly, wondering what was allowed during 'free time' in a prison. "Un... how often?" He asked softly, wanting to know how frequently he would have to put up with something being shoved in his ass.
 
He laughed and nodded, â??you can say itâ??s yard time, stick with me and no one would dare to even touch youâ?. He grinned as he began walking out, â??Free time is everyday at this hour, followed by bath and then sleepâ?. He was escorted by the guard to the yard wich the prisoners were divided in groups. Sighing he went to a group of friends that he had on a corner, the group was one of the biggest groups on the yard. He sat and some others shook his hand and greeted him, from time to time someone would touch the boy and Jonathan would punch them in the face and watch them back off.
 
Jason stayed a few steps behind, but as soon as some of the other prisoners got a bit too close, he practically clung to his cellmate. He had already decided, he hated 'free time'. Then again, it was better to watch various perverts get knocked out by the large man than to have to take care of Johnathan himself...

"Hey... am I going to be able to bathe in peace?" He asked, trying hard not to sound too hopeful.
 
He joked with his buddies not paying any attention to the boy behind him. After what appeared to be a hour a bell sounded and the guards lead the prisoners to the bath. Jonathan looked at the boy and smirked, "this is how is going to work stay besides me all the time, and don't drop the soap". He grinned and went to one of the empty showerheads and started cleaning himself, he knew it would be humilliating to a guy who just had his hole filled up and he looked at the boy trying not to get raped by the others
 
He could feel eyes on him as they entered the showers and after a moment of hesitation he undressed, folding his jumpsuit and underclothes in a neat pile before following his cellmate to set of showers. He washed his hair first, then cleaned the crime from the prison itself and the day's activities from his pale skin. His face heated to a bright pink color as he noticed he was being watched. He couldn't stay filthy and full of cum though... As he washed, a decent amount of cum slid down his thigh before the water washed it away. Once finished, he stood under the water, waiting for Johnathan to finish as well.
 
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