My First Year in Prison (Erotic gay drama)

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 5: Dirty laundry (Part 2)

I was happy that it was hunky Guard Foster who led me to the laundry room in the basement of the facility. He even made small talk with me. At first, the conversation went great. Foster seemed genuinely concerned about my well-being and we chatted a bit, he gave me some words of encouragement and advice. At one point, I asked him if he felt more at ease as a guard “now”, but he seemed suddenly upset that I would somewhat challenge his authority.

I should have known better. I was just trying to have a genuine exchange with him, I knew that he had been done with training and school only recently but Foster took it as if I was trying to below him. I was implying that he did not seem “at ease” before.

When he told me that “Antoine Dupont” would be taking care of the laundry chores with me, he was still annoyed. I had no idea who this Antoine was, but I should have figured it was a French name.

We entered a large space with eight big laundry machines against the wall and a large table on the centre with laundry baskets. Sitting on the table mindlessly looking at a machine turning, Frenchy was there.

He gave me an atrocious toothless smile when he saw me.

“Inmate Dupont, this is your new trainee, Tyler Braxton. I expect you to show him the ropes and to have him fully operational after today. You’ll be working together in the next few weeks, no funny business. If something were to go wrong, you would be both held responsible.” Foster explained.

I wanted to cry for help. Anyone but this meth head! He was scaring me since the incident in the communal showers.

“No problem, boss.” Said Frenchy who jumped from the table, still grinning. “I’ll make sure inmate Braxton does an impeccable job.”

I was still hoping that Foster would stay in the room with us to make sure everything would run smoothly when he said:

“Ok then, I leave you to it. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Guard Foster?” I asked. I thought that he could hear the panic in my voice.

“What is it Braxton?”

“I…”
What could I say? That I was afraid of Frenchy while he was right there, staring at me?

“Braxton?”

“Nothing…”

Foster nodded his head in a sigh and went the other way. I got a last look at his butt before turning to my new hell.

“Have you ever done laundry in your life?” Frenchy asked.

I thought about my conversation with Griffin earlier.

“Of course, I have.”

“Well, you have nothing to learn, then. Other guys bring us baskets of dirty laundry, towels, pants, shirts.” He took all of these things from a basket. “Socks.” He grabbed a visibly dirty pair of socks. “Underwear”. He held some dirty briefs in his hands. “You throw them in the laundry machine, you press “on”, and when it’s washed, you throw them in the drying machine, and when it’s done, you fold them on this table.”

“Ok, that’s clear.”

I thought that maybe this could be ok. Xander was right about this job, probably not the worst of them all.

“Although, there is one issue. It is often hard to tell if something is clean and ready to be folded or if it is dirty.” Frenchy explained.

“What do you mean?”

“Look at this pair of socks.” They were so filthy that they were almost completely dark. “Pretty clear, it is dirty, you throw the pair in the machine. But what about this t-shirt?”

I looked at it, there were visible stains of sweat. What was his point?

“It’s also quite clear that’s dirty.” I spoke.

He smelled it.

“Yeah, you’re right, dirty as fuck.” He threw the t-shirt in one of the machines. “What about this underwear though?”

He came near me, holding a pair of white briefs.

“Clean or dirty?” He repeated.

“I… I don’t know.”

“You have to tell. This is part of your job.”

“Well, if we’re not sure, we can just throw it in the dirty pile.” I suggested. I still could not see his point.

Frenchy gasped, overly pretending to be shocked by what I had just said.

“You are saying that you just don’t mind using water and energy from the prison for… nothing?! You know that the prison system in the U.S. is already struggling with money, right? And have you thought about the environment?”

“Yeah… I… I don’t think that throwing an extra pair would make much difference.”

I don’t even know why I tried to engage with him at the time, it was clear that he was messing with me.

“You’re gonna have to change your attitude, boy, if you want this to work. You know I’m in charge of you here. I’m the senior.”

I did not say anything but I started emptying the dirty laundry basket to fill a machine. He grabbed my hand.

“Hey!” I yelled.

“I think that from now on, when we work, you should call me, Boss, is that clear?”

My heart was beating fast. I was really starting to get scared and this time, Kurtis was no longer here to defend me. The guy was thin, maybe I could have beaten him up but I had never fought anyone in my whole life. Fuck, I was such a pussy.

“I said, is that clear?”

“Let go of me, Frenchy.”

He sighed.

“You really don’t want us to be friends, do you?”

“Look Frenchy, I don’t want to get in any kind of trouble. I just want to do my work here, do my time and return to my life.”

He smiled again.

“So, we agree. There is no need for us to fight.”

“No, not at all.”

“Then, just call me “boss” and we’ll be fine. Just here, when we are in the basement. Just because, it’s a simple fact, I am your boss in here. Nothing weird about that. Just normal stuff.”

I hated myself from doing that, but except from punching the guy, I did not see any other way out.

“Ok.” I mumbled.

“Ok, who?”

“Ok, boss.”

He let go of my arm.

“Now that we have established the chain of commands, where were we?” He looked around as I remained silent, a dirty towel in my hands. “Oh, right! This underwear!”

He grabbed the pair of underwear from the table and almost throw it to my face.

“Dirty or clean?”

“I don’t know… Boss.”

I looked at my feet. He grabbed my chin so I was forced to look at him. He was so closed to me, I felt uncomfortable. No, it was not discomfort, it was just plain fear at this point. He brought the dirty briefs closer to my face, I could tell for sure they were filthy now, because of the smell.

“DIRTY OR CLEAN?”

“Dirty!” I finally said. “They are dirty!”

“How could you tell?”

“Because it smells like shit.”

Frenchy laughed.

“Oh well, quite literally.” He threw the underwear in the machine after taking a deep sniff himself. “But you’re a smart guy, shrink. I have to admit.”

I did not remember even telling him that I used to be a therapist in real life, I guessed that news travelled fast in prison.

“I think your system will work, boy.” He spoke.

“My system?”

“I always struggle differentiating the clean from the dirty, but first day at your new job and you already come up with a great system! You just have to smell them to tell if there are clean or dirty.”

I hated where this was going.

He came near me with a basket full of obviously dirty laundry.

“I think most of those are dirty but there are always some clean pairs of underwear thrown in by mistake. We’ll work as a team. I’ll take them one by one from the basket, you will smell them, take a good sniff, and if they are dirty, we throw them in the machine.”

“You’re kidding me?”

He slapped me on the back of my head. It was not too violent but it was enough to terrify me. What could he do next?

“This is not way to talk to your boss! Apologize!”

“I’m sorry, Frenchy. I’m sorry, boss… But this is… Look, I’ll leave you be, but please, don’t…”

He did not let me finish, he pushed three or four pairs of dirty underwear against my face, pressing them against my nose.

“Sniff boy! Tell me, dirty or clean?!”

I was smelling a strong manly scent. Those have been worn, those have been sweat on. There were some hints of piss too.

“TALK TO YOUR BOSS! ARE THEY FUCKING FILTHY?”

I could no longer breathe.

“DIRTY OR CLEAN?” Frenchy was shouted in my ear.

“DIRTY!” I yelled through the underwear which were obstructing my mouth.

“Ok then, in the machine.” Frenchy smiled, letting go of me. “See, it’s not that hard.”

I was shaking as he threw the pairs of underwear in the machine. He was not done though.

“Try this one now, dirty or clean?”

This time, I took it in my hand and brought it close to my nose myself. I wanted to avoid Frenchy touching me at all costs. I breathed in.

“Dirty.” I spoke.

“Good boy.”

Frenchy was seemingly very proud of him.

The craziest part is that, in other circumstances, I would have been the first playing with this stack of men dirty briefs, but with Frenchy by my side, it felt all wrong. For a second, I considered that maybe this was karma for all the dirty underwear I had played with in my college days.

That afternoon, as I was sniffing pairs and pairs of underwear, I did learn that a good third of the inmates were not afraid to cum in their undies, I noticed undeniable cum stains in a bunch of them. I even ended up licking some of them.

When I grabbed the last underwear, there were actually drops of sperm which had not totally dried on the fabric. You could see the white substance, still thick. I sniffed it and I declared formally: “dirty”.

The basket was now empty, I had not said “clean” a single time.

Frenchy leaned back against the wall; one machine just finished turning.

“Time to fold.” He stated at my direction. He had no intention of helping me for this task.

Not only he forced me to play his twisted games but he also expected me to do the actual work.

Fucking French Asshole! But this was not over yet…

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 6: Rolling with the punches (Part 1)

“I need to talk to you about Frenchy.”

Finally, I got to be alone with Xander. Fernando and Ralph were busy elsewhere and it was just Xander and I in the cell. I had been waiting to talk to him after three awful afternoons spent in the laundry room with Frenchy.

“What’s up man?”

Xander was only wearing his white briefs, he was doing crunches on the floor.

He took a sip of water and put his hand behind his head, showing off his armpits while catching back his breath. He was sweating quite proficiently and his boxers were see-through. His uncut dick was winking at me but I tried to stay focus on the conversation.

“It’s kinda hard to say… but… Frenchy is… Well, he is an asshole during our work time. He… He does things to me.”

Xander straightened up. He asked bluntly:

“Did he rape you?”

“No!” I exclaimed, shocked. “No, he did not!”

“He beat you up?”

“No!”

Xander looked perplex.

“What’s the matter then?”

How could I tell to my cellmate and basically my only friend in this prison that Frenchy was making me smell dirty underwear, often stained with cum, every time we were supposed to work.

“He messes up with me. He tells me he is my boss and like, he… He just makes me do things.”

“Like sexual stuff?”

I thought about it. Was it sexual?

“No, not really, but weird stuff.”

“I’m not surprised, Frenchy is fucked up. His brain is as rotten as his teeth.”

Xander took another sip of water and threw some of it on his warm and sweaty chest.

“Yeah… I hate being forced to be alone with him for hours. Could you do something?”

My cellmate stood up and now his wet underwear was at my eyes level.

“Do something? Dude, you’re my mate and we’re cool but I don’t get into other people’s shit, you know that. That’s how you survive in here.”

I was disappointed. I thought I could count on him but he was right, why would he put himself in trouble for the new guy?

“I know… But do you think I could at least ask to switch jobs?”

“Bad idea man, if you do that, Frenchy will hunt you down everywhere you go. It will just make you look weak. Besides, you don’t want to get the guards involved in this. Either you learn how to roll with the punches or you stand up for yourself.”

Perfect, standing up for myself, the thing that I had never been able to do in my life! I made a defeated face.

“Cheer up dude!” Xander grabbed my right shoulder. “Frenchy is not the worst enemy to have, he can be a freak but he is not that bad. He cannot do much.”

“If you say so…” I mumbled.

Xander climbed on the top bed above me.

“The other option is to find you a protector but how many dicks are you willing to suck to get Frenchy out of your back?”

Not too sure if he were serious, I replied sombrely: “None.”

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to jerk off in peace reading dirty texts from my girl.”

“Enjoy.” I said, as I saw his white briefs being thrown away from the bed above my head.

I would not have minded sniffing these ones.

Xander was not losing any time. Shortly after, our bunk beds were slightly shaking.

I could have left to let Xander have some intimacy but he was the one who started masturbating in my presence. He clearly did not mind that I was here because after a few minutes, he even talked to me.

“Mindy is such a naughty girl, damn, I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

The next day was Saturday, parlour’s day. Xander had a special authorization to share a room with his girl, “conjugal visit” they would call it. He had been talking about it all week.

“She has been firing me up for days man, as if I needed that to get excited to see her!”

“Good for you.” I said, trying to remain neutral, but his dirty side aroused me. I was getting hard myself.

“I appreciate you, man.” Xander told me.

“Why are you saying that?”

“You’re not like Ralph, you’re not asking me to share the pictures of my girl. You respect me.”

“Yeah…” I said, mindlessly.

The thing was: I did not give a damn about seeing a girl naked, but good for me if he thought I was being considerate. Although, that could also mean that I was gay. I felt obligated to say something.

“I’d give a lot to fuck a good pussy right now.” I said, sounding my straightest possible. I was not very good at this.

“No girl for you tomorrow?”

“No, my ex girlfriend is done with me and my brother is the one coming to see me tomorrow.”

It was the only thing which had kept me afloat the past couple of days, knowing I would get to see Ryan.

“Too bad for you mate, but I won’t share her warm pussy, mmmm, nor her ass.”

“Does she let you do anal?”

This time, I was genuinely curious.

“Fuck yeah, she does! The girl is getting fucked once every two weeks, I better give her the whole experience! And she loves that Xander’s D. up her ass”

My bed was shaking a bit more, he was jacking off more intensely. I was sure I would love that Xander’s dick as well. It was good to know he was used to put it in someone else’s ass, even a girl. I started caressing myself under my boxer briefs.

“Poor girl, you must destroy her every time!” I wanted to keep him going.

“Ahah, damn right, but she always asks for more. And see, I’m smart. I’m jerking now so I’m not too horned up when I see her tomorrow, I always make sure it lasts so she can have a nice good time!”

“Smart indeed!” I complimented him, semi laughing.

“Your ex-girl did not let you fuck her in the ass?”

“No.”

That was true, Griffin was only a top. I smiled to myself.

“Good thing she dumped you before you got locked up in here then. You have to find a girl who will respect your cock, mate.” He said, while pumping his own dick. I could hear his hand flapping against his balls.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Dirty chicks love inmates, man, you could find some girls coming here just to get a fuck form a bad boy. Ralph does it all the time.”

“Mmm… You’re making me horny mate.” I said, thinking I could safely share my arousal at this point.

“You’re hard?”

“Well, yeah… After all this talk, now I am.”

“Do you want to compare?”

My heart skipped a bit. Was he for real or was he kidding? I had to be careful with my next move.

“Compare?” I asked.

He jumped out from his bed. He was still sweaty, still horny, stark naked and very hard. His dick was once again at my eyes level but I had never seen it stiffed. He was precumming a lot too. His foreskin was all wet. The size of his cock was on the bigger end of the spectrum, I’d say 6.8 inches from my expert eyes.

I almost started drooling.

Xander looked at my own cock, out of my briefs. I was a tiny bit smaller than he was, but I was sporting a respectable size.

“I think you win in size.” I chuckled, getting red. I was also suddenly about to cum, being faced with this delicious dripping cock.

I had not had any form of sex in six days at this point.

“In size, in girth, and in using it!” Xander said proudly, masturbating his cock a few inches from my face. He still had his phone in his hands but was looking at it above me while his crotch was at my eye level. Thank you, God, for the invention of bunk beds!

I jerked off more intensely too, when I felt Xander could see me, I closed my eyes. I did not want to give the impression that I was jacking off to his sweaty balls. Although, this was exactly what I was doing.

At some point, Xander instinctively licked some of the precum dripping on his fingers. When he realized what he had done, he moved aside as if he was a bit ashamed of himself. I did the same thing with my own precum to reassure him that it was fine. Actually, it was more than fine. I just wanted to be fed with that guy’s cum.

I loved when Griffin was feeding me with his warm juice.

Griffin! Shit! Was I cheating on him right at that moment?

What was the line? Certainly, he would not be too happy knowing that I was jerking off with a cellmate. But I was not touching anyone. That could not be so wrong, right? And Xander was straight, it was just like watching a porn: inaccessible in real life.

Xander went to the toilets, I heard him moaning and he cummed in the toilet bowl. It was too much for me, Griffin or not, I cummed as well, all over my chest. I made a mess.

“I’ll go negotiate a cold shower with Davis.” Xander said a few seconds later, leaving the cell after putting some shorts back on.

He winked at me when he realized I had jizzed all over myself. I felt myself blushing.

Did he know that I was attracted to him, and to pretty much every guy of this prison? Sometimes I wondered if he knew my secret but it was hard to tell, Xander could be so casual about everything, the exact opposite of me.

In any case, that jerk off session was clearly the highlight of my day as for the rest of the afternoon, I had to face Frenchy once again.

“New rule, Braxton.” He said right as I came in. “We have already established you have to call me Boss but I feel like the dynamic of our respective status is not apparent enough. Someone walking by could think that we are simply working together when in reality, I can order you around once we’re here.”

“What do you want, Frenchy?”

He slapped me across the face. I was taken aback.

“What do you want, BOSS?” He corrected me.

“Stop that.” I mumbled with not much conviction.

“See, as I said, the authority is not established well enough. You keep on disobeying me. But do not fear, I have found a solution. To make sure you understand your place, you’ll just have be on your knees while sniffing the underwear from now on. It should be sufficient to send the right message.”

[Chapter 6 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 6: Rolling with the punches (Part 2)

“Come on, Boss, can we just please do our work today?” I pleaded, trying to ease him up.

“Kneel down.”

I did not budge.

“I see. I was too lax with you the last times. The message was not clear enough. I should also call you bitch form now on. Don’t you think it well help you out, adjusting to your place?”

He grinned with his stupid toothless smile. He then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. How could such a slim man be so strong?

I was trembling but got on my knees. I felt myself shrinking. I thought about Xander’s advice. I should stand up for myself. But how did the alpha guys manage to fight back? How could I stop being a victim?

Things got worse.

“Now tell me, dirty or clean?” Frenchy let his right hand go from my shoulder so he could unzip his pants. He slid them down. He was hard underneath his white briefs.

“Boss… what… what are you doing?”

“I asked you something! Just smell it boy!”

I tried to move away but he held my face against his hard bulge.

“Dirty or clean?” He asked the ritual question again and again.

He was rubbing his bulge against my nose. I felt his dickhead against my cheek. He started to slid down his boxers and suddenly, my face was held against his hairy dick.

“Fuck you.” I managed to mumble while he was smothering me against his crotch.

He kept going but I could not take it anymore.

“Fuck you!” I said again, more clearly.

He stopped.

“WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY TO YOUR BOSS, BITCH?”

He forced me to stand up again, got his face very close to mine as if he was about to kiss me – his teeth and breath were atrocious – but he only whispered in my ear:

“Apologize to your Master.”

I looked at him, disgusted.

“I said, fuck you.”

I got to see his eyes widened before I punched him in the face. Right in the nose.

I had no idea I have this in me but I guess I had just reached my breaking point. I hurt my fist, I saw some blood coming out of his nose and maybe his mouth, but it felt so fucking good. Frenchy almost fell but held on the large table next to him. And now, he just looked terrified, shaking, with his pants still down to his ankles. This man was such a joke!

“What the hell is going on?” This was Guard Foster, coming hastily behind us. “On your knees, inmates, both of you!”

We obliged. Foster used his talkie walkie to call one of his colleagues.

Frenchy was already yelling in his strong French accent, blood dripping from his nose:

“He attacked me; Braxton is dangerous!”

“What are you doing with your pants down?” Foster asked.

I spoke before he could yell again:

“It was him! He was the one coming at me and…”

Guard Davis came in, he took a few seconds to make an assessment of the situation and barked:

“Shut up, all of you. Send this one to the infirmary and that one, number 328, you’re coming with me.”

I followed Davis in silence, Foster looked uneasy as he was taking care of Frenchy.

I passed by a few other inmates who stared at me, I had blood stains on my tank top and on my fist. The guard was walking me to the warden office, I had never been there.

The warden was the man in a suit that I had seen once talking with Falcon, his name was Deen. He was a tall man in his late thirties, already showing signs of grey hair, and was wearing a pair of trendy black glasses at all times. When we came into his office, he had his feet over the table, his leather shoes shining below a soft light.

“What’s that, Davis?”

“Inmate number 328, Braxton. He was locked up less than a week ago, we found him already fighting or doing God knows why with Inmate Dupont, Dupont had his pants on his ankles when we caught them.”

The warden sighed. He kept his position laid back in his chair with his feet on the table. This was quite odd because when I sat in front of him, I could barely see his face behind his huge feet. Immediately, I tried to justify myself.

“I swear I did not want to fight or anything but Frenchy, I mean, Inmate Dupont tried to do things to me, and I had to… I had to do fight back, just to stop him, and...”

“Quiet, inmate.” The warden stated, while Davis remained in a corner of the room.

I looked down at my shoes. The warden continued:

“Dupont is a trouble maker but I know your character. I have gone through your files, inmate Braxton, I have read the testimonies during your trial. Your French friend did not find himself randomly with his pants down to his ankles!”

It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant. I had talked in length about my relationship with Will in my testimonies, how he was my patient, how I started to date him. I was following the advice from my lawyer, he wanted me to explain that I had been manipulated by a guy and I was just believing the lies he was feeding me, in the name of love. It was partly true.

That strategy bit me in the ass during the trial, and it was still playing against me in prison. The warden knew I was gay then.

I remained silent. I felt the look on Davis on me. I had put myself in so much trouble.

“No parlour for you.” The warden declared finally.

“Sir… Please I… This is not fair, Frenchy was…”

“My decision is finale. Consider yourself lucky I’m not sending you in solitary confinement. Of course, this homosexual incident will also be reflected in your file.”

That was so unfair! It’s not like a guard would have helped me out if I had complained! I had to stand up for myself and now I was getting punished for an “homosexual incident”.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight back, I hated them all but I felt powerless.

I thought of Ryan. Shit, he was probably on the west coast already. To be there on the next morning, he had to travel on Friday.

“Sir, may I just ask to call my brother? He is supposed to come tomorrow.”

The warden finally took off his feet from the table.

“No.” He just said.

Egotistic drunk in power asshole! But he had my whole life in his hands.

“Please, I’m begging you. He’s coming from Boston, if I cannot see him, he will travel for nothing...”

The warden violently slammed the table, making it shake. I got scared. Even Davis had a weird cough behind us.

“What makes you think you’re in position to negotiate, Inmate 328? Because you were a doctor, a shrink, right? You went to college? You think you are better than all of the other inmates here?”

“This is what this is about, then? You’re coming at me because I graduated, because I had a well-paid job before getting locked up in here?”

“Are you actually talking back at me, Inmate 328?” Deen marked a pause. “Just tell me my boy, do you really want to make an enemy out of me?”

I looked at the floor again, regretting my outburst. I had to learn how to keep my mouth shut.

“No, Sir.”

“Good then, because I think it is time to learn the virtue of obedience.”

The conversation was over. I went back to my cell, seriously depressed, a few minutes later. The info about my “fight” had already leaked and Xander and Ralph were waiting for me. I did not care to explain to them what happened in details, I just lied down in my bed and broke down in tears.

“They took parlour time away from me, my brother is coming from the east coast just to see me and I can’t even tell him I won’t be there.” I cried out.

“Fuck that Frenchy and fuck those guard.” Xander said.

“Agreed.” Approved Ralph.

“I should have helped you out.” Xander added, apologetic.

But it was not his fault… I did not go to get dinner that night, my stomach hurt too bad. I was literally gutted. I was also thinking about the mention in my file. “Homosexual behaviour”. With Frenchy! What a joke!

All the stress and pressure I had felt the previous week was crumbling down on me. Did all the guards know that I was gay? Was it the reason why Falcon was such an asshole with me?

I fell asleep without realizing it and I woke up the next morning not feeling much better. Fernando was the only one still in the cell, spreading his legs and flaunting his dick to the world to see, once again.

Xander had already gone to meet his girlfriend, Ralph had a “fan girl” (as he would call them) come in as well to get a look at his giant muscular body.

I started feeling hungry, maybe it was because I had not eaten the previous evening, or maybe it was because Fernando’s dick was right there.

I went to the prison cafeteria and ate some disgusting bread. I then wandered in the prison, feeling sorry for myself. I passed by Kurtis Jensen, he was getting an early training, shirtless in the gym. He looked tense too. I wondered if he had people to see at the parlour. I barely knew anything about him.

When I came back in my cell, Fernando literally jumped on me:

“Braxton! We were looking everywhere for you! You can go to the parlour.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude! Ralph went to the guard or to the warden, I’m not too sure, but you’re good.”

“Really? How did he manage that?”

“Who fucking cares! Go! They’re going to be done with visitations soon.”

I had no idea what was going on, I was looking like a mess, but I ran through the facility anyway. For a split second, I thought it might be a joke but I had to go and see! I could not miss my opportunity. Fuck. What if my brother had already come in and had been sent away cause I was not there?

We had some obligatory checks to go through before getting into the parlour’s room. There was still a line in front of the door. I was a nervous wreck.

I waited for a few minutes and was finally checked by Falcon to get in:

“You can thank your big friend for this.” He said to me, while feeling me up.

I nodded yes. I was so close to my brother now; he should be right behind this door.

Falcon grabbed my crotch, not that discreetly.

“And you can thank ME, later.” I got chills.

He let go of me so that I could open the door and enter the parlour room. But Falcon had just signified that it would cost me. I did not want to own that bald fucker anything.

I looked at his creepy face and then at the door. Of course, I opened it, Ryan was waiting for me on the other side!

I would deal with the consequences later.

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 6: Rolling with the punches (Part 2)

“Come on, Boss, can we just please do our work today?” I pleaded, trying to ease him up.

“Kneel down.”

I did not budge.

“I see. I was too lax with you the last times. The message was not clear enough. I should also call you bitch form now on. Don’t you think it well help you out, adjusting to your place?”

He grinned with his stupid toothless smile. He then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. How could such a slim man be so strong?

I was trembling but got on my knees. I felt myself shrinking. I thought about Xander’s advice. I should stand up for myself. But how did the alpha guys manage to fight back? How could I stop being a victim?

Things got worse.

“Now tell me, dirty or clean?” Frenchy let his right hand go from my shoulder so he could unzip his pants. He slid them down. He was hard underneath his white briefs.

“Boss… what… what are you doing?”

“I asked you something! Just smell it boy!”

I tried to move away but he held my face against his hard bulge.

“Dirty or clean?” He asked the ritual question again and again.

He was rubbing his bulge against my nose. I felt his dickhead against my cheek. He started to slid down his boxers and suddenly, my face was held against his hairy dick.

“Fuck you.” I managed to mumble while he was smothering me against his crotch.

He kept going but I could not take it anymore.

“Fuck you!” I said again, more clearly.

He stopped.

“WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY TO YOUR BOSS, BITCH?”

He forced me to stand up again, got his face very close to mine as if he was about to kiss me – his teeth and breath were atrocious – but he only whispered in my ear:

“Apologize to your Master.”

I looked at him, disgusted.

“I said, fuck you.”

I got to see his eyes widened before I punched him in the face. Right in the nose.

I had no idea I have this in me but I guess I had just reached my breaking point. I hurt my fist, I saw some blood coming out of his nose and maybe his mouth, but it felt so fucking good. Frenchy almost fell but held on the large table next to him. And now, he just looked terrified, shaking, with his pants still down to his ankles. This man was such a joke!

“What the hell is going on?” This was Guard Foster, coming hastily behind us. “On your knees, inmates, both of you!”

We obliged. Foster used his talkie walkie to call one of his colleagues.

Frenchy was already yelling in his strong French accent, blood dripping from his nose:

“He attacked me; Braxton is dangerous!”

“What are you doing with your pants down?” Foster asked.

I spoke before he could yell again:

“It was him! He was the one coming at me and…”

Guard Davis came in, he took a few seconds to make an assessment of the situation and barked:

“Shut up, all of you. Send this one to the infirmary and that one, number 328, you’re coming with me.”

I followed Davis in silence, Foster looked uneasy as he was taking care of Frenchy.

I passed by a few other inmates who stared at me, I had blood stains on my tank top and on my fist. The guard was walking me to the warden office, I had never been there.

The warden was the man in a suit that I had seen once talking with Falcon, his name was Deen. He was a tall man in his late thirties, already showing signs of grey hair, and was wearing a pair of trendy black glasses at all times. When we came into his office, he had his feet over the table, his leather shoes shining below a soft light.

“What’s that, Davis?”

“Inmate number 328, Braxton. He was locked up less than a week ago, we found him already fighting or doing God knows why with Inmate Dupont, Dupont had his pants on his ankles when we caught them.”

The warden sighed. He kept his position laid back in his chair with his feet on the table. This was quite odd because when I sat in front of him, I could barely see his face behind his huge feet. Immediately, I tried to justify myself.

“I swear I did not want to fight or anything but Frenchy, I mean, Inmate Dupont tried to do things to me, and I had to… I had to do fight back, just to stop him, and...”

“Quiet, inmate.” The warden stated, while Davis remained in a corner of the room.

I looked down at my shoes. The warden continued:

“Dupont is a trouble maker but I know your character. I have gone through your files, inmate Braxton, I have read the testimonies during your trial. Your French friend did not find himself randomly with his pants down to his ankles!”

It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant. I had talked in length about my relationship with Will in my testimonies, how he was my patient, how I started to date him. I was following the advice from my lawyer, he wanted me to explain that I had been manipulated by a guy and I was just believing the lies he was feeding me, in the name of love. It was partly true.

That strategy bit me in the ass during the trial, and it was still playing against me in prison. The warden knew I was gay then.

I remained silent. I felt the look on Davis on me. I had put myself in so much trouble.

“No parlour for you.” The warden declared finally.

“Sir… Please I… This is not fair, Frenchy was…”

“My decision is finale. Consider yourself lucky I’m not sending you in solitary confinement. Of course, this homosexual incident will also be reflected in your file.”

That was so unfair! It’s not like a guard would have helped me out if I had complained! I had to stand up for myself and now I was getting punished for an “homosexual incident”.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight back, I hated them all but I felt powerless.

I thought of Ryan. Shit, he was probably on the west coast already. To be there on the next morning, he had to travel on Friday.

“Sir, may I just ask to call my brother? He is supposed to come tomorrow.”

The warden finally took off his feet from the table.

“No.” He just said.

Egotistic drunk in power asshole! But he had my whole life in his hands.

“Please, I’m begging you. He’s coming from Boston, if I cannot see him, he will travel for nothing...”

The warden violently slammed the table, making it shake. I got scared. Even Davis had a weird cough behind us.

“What makes you think you’re in position to negotiate, Inmate 328? Because you were a doctor, a shrink, right? You went to college? You think you are better than all of the other inmates here?”

“This is what this is about, then? You’re coming at me because I graduated, because I had a well-paid job before getting locked up in here?”

“Are you actually talking back at me, Inmate 328?” Deen marked a pause. “Just tell me my boy, do you really want to make an enemy out of me?”

I looked at the floor again, regretting my outburst. I had to learn how to keep my mouth shut.

“No, Sir.”

“Good then, because I think it is time to learn the virtue of obedience.”

The conversation was over. I went back to my cell, seriously depressed, a few minutes later. The info about my “fight” had already leaked and Xander and Ralph were waiting for me. I did not care to explain to them what happened in details, I just lied down in my bed and broke down in tears.

“They took parlour time away from me, my brother is coming from the east coast just to see me and I can’t even tell him I won’t be there.” I cried out.

“Fuck that Frenchy and fuck those guard.” Xander said.

“Agreed.” Approved Ralph.

“I should have helped you out.” Xander added, apologetic.

But it was not his fault… I did not go to get dinner that night, my stomach hurt too bad. I was literally gutted. I was also thinking about the mention in my file. “Homosexual behaviour”. With Frenchy! What a joke!

All the stress and pressure I had felt the previous week was crumbling down on me. Did all the guards know that I was gay? Was it the reason why Falcon was such an asshole with me?

I fell asleep without realizing it and I woke up the next morning not feeling much better. Fernando was the only one still in the cell, spreading his legs and flaunting his dick to the world to see, once again.

Xander had already gone to meet his girlfriend, Ralph had a “fan girl” (as he would call them) come in as well to get a look at his giant muscular body.

I started feeling hungry, maybe it was because I had not eaten the previous evening, or maybe it was because Fernando’s dick was right there.

I went to the prison cafeteria and ate some disgusting bread. I then wandered in the prison, feeling sorry for myself. I passed by Kurtis Jensen, he was getting an early training, shirtless in the gym. He looked tense too. I wondered if he had people to see at the parlour. I barely knew anything about him.

When I came back in my cell, Fernando literally jumped on me:

“Braxton! We were looking everywhere for you! You can go to the parlour.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude! Ralph went to the guard or to the warden, I’m not too sure, but you’re good.”

“Really? How did he manage that?”

“Who fucking cares! Go! They’re going to be done with visitations soon.”

I had no idea what was going on, I was looking like a mess, but I ran through the facility anyway. For a split second, I thought it might be a joke but I had to go and see! I could not miss my opportunity. Fuck. What if my brother had already come in and had been sent away cause I was not there?

We had some obligatory checks to go through before getting into the parlour’s room. There was still a line in front of the door. I was a nervous wreck.

I waited for a few minutes and was finally checked by Falcon to get in:

“You can thank your big friend for this.” He said to me, while feeling me up.

I nodded yes. I was so close to my brother now; he should be right behind this door.

Falcon grabbed my crotch, not that discreetly.

“And you can thank ME, later.” I got chills.

He let go of me so that I could open the door and enter the parlour room. But Falcon had just signified that it would cost me. I did not want to own that bald fucker anything.

I looked at his creepy face and then at the door. Of course, I opened it, Ryan was waiting for me on the other side!

I would deal with the consequences later.

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 6: Rolling with the punches (Part 2)

“Come on, Boss, can we just please do our work today?” I pleaded, trying to ease him up.

“Kneel down.”

I did not budge.

“I see. I was too lax with you the last times. The message was not clear enough. I should also call you bitch form now on. Don’t you think it well help you out, adjusting to your place?”

He grinned with his stupid toothless smile. He then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. How could such a slim man be so strong?

I was trembling but got on my knees. I felt myself shrinking. I thought about Xander’s advice. I should stand up for myself. But how did the alpha guys manage to fight back? How could I stop being a victim?

Things got worse.

“Now tell me, dirty or clean?” Frenchy let his right hand go from my shoulder so he could unzip his pants. He slid them down. He was hard underneath his white briefs.

“Boss… what… what are you doing?”

“I asked you something! Just smell it boy!”

I tried to move away but he held my face against his hard bulge.

“Dirty or clean?” He asked the ritual question again and again.

He was rubbing his bulge against my nose. I felt his dickhead against my cheek. He started to slid down his boxers and suddenly, my face was held against his hairy dick.

“Fuck you.” I managed to mumble while he was smothering me against his crotch.

He kept going but I could not take it anymore.

“Fuck you!” I said again, more clearly.

He stopped.

“WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY TO YOUR BOSS, BITCH?”

He forced me to stand up again, got his face very close to mine as if he was about to kiss me – his teeth and breath were atrocious – but he only whispered in my ear:

“Apologize to your Master.”

I looked at him, disgusted.

“I said, fuck you.”

I got to see his eyes widened before I punched him in the face. Right in the nose.

I had no idea I have this in me but I guess I had just reached my breaking point. I hurt my fist, I saw some blood coming out of his nose and maybe his mouth, but it felt so fucking good. Frenchy almost fell but held on the large table next to him. And now, he just looked terrified, shaking, with his pants still down to his ankles. This man was such a joke!

“What the hell is going on?” This was Guard Foster, coming hastily behind us. “On your knees, inmates, both of you!”

We obliged. Foster used his talkie walkie to call one of his colleagues.

Frenchy was already yelling in his strong French accent, blood dripping from his nose:

“He attacked me; Braxton is dangerous!”

“What are you doing with your pants down?” Foster asked.

I spoke before he could yell again:

“It was him! He was the one coming at me and…”

Guard Davis came in, he took a few seconds to make an assessment of the situation and barked:

“Shut up, all of you. Send this one to the infirmary and that one, number 328, you’re coming with me.”

I followed Davis in silence, Foster looked uneasy as he was taking care of Frenchy.

I passed by a few other inmates who stared at me, I had blood stains on my tank top and on my fist. The guard was walking me to the warden office, I had never been there.

The warden was the man in a suit that I had seen once talking with Falcon, his name was Deen. He was a tall man in his late thirties, already showing signs of grey hair, and was wearing a pair of trendy black glasses at all times. When we came into his office, he had his feet over the table, his leather shoes shining below a soft light.

“What’s that, Davis?”

“Inmate number 328, Braxton. He was locked up less than a week ago, we found him already fighting or doing God knows why with Inmate Dupont, Dupont had his pants on his ankles when we caught them.”

The warden sighed. He kept his position laid back in his chair with his feet on the table. This was quite odd because when I sat in front of him, I could barely see his face behind his huge feet. Immediately, I tried to justify myself.

“I swear I did not want to fight or anything but Frenchy, I mean, Inmate Dupont tried to do things to me, and I had to… I had to do fight back, just to stop him, and...”

“Quiet, inmate.” The warden stated, while Davis remained in a corner of the room.

I looked down at my shoes. The warden continued:

“Dupont is a trouble maker but I know your character. I have gone through your files, inmate Braxton, I have read the testimonies during your trial. Your French friend did not find himself randomly with his pants down to his ankles!”

It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant. I had talked in length about my relationship with Will in my testimonies, how he was my patient, how I started to date him. I was following the advice from my lawyer, he wanted me to explain that I had been manipulated by a guy and I was just believing the lies he was feeding me, in the name of love. It was partly true.

That strategy bit me in the ass during the trial, and it was still playing against me in prison. The warden knew I was gay then.

I remained silent. I felt the look on Davis on me. I had put myself in so much trouble.

“No parlour for you.” The warden declared finally.

“Sir… Please I… This is not fair, Frenchy was…”

“My decision is finale. Consider yourself lucky I’m not sending you in solitary confinement. Of course, this homosexual incident will also be reflected in your file.”

That was so unfair! It’s not like a guard would have helped me out if I had complained! I had to stand up for myself and now I was getting punished for an “homosexual incident”.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight back, I hated them all but I felt powerless.

I thought of Ryan. Shit, he was probably on the west coast already. To be there on the next morning, he had to travel on Friday.

“Sir, may I just ask to call my brother? He is supposed to come tomorrow.”

The warden finally took off his feet from the table.

“No.” He just said.

Egotistic drunk in power asshole! But he had my whole life in his hands.

“Please, I’m begging you. He’s coming from Boston, if I cannot see him, he will travel for nothing...”

The warden violently slammed the table, making it shake. I got scared. Even Davis had a weird cough behind us.

“What makes you think you’re in position to negotiate, Inmate 328? Because you were a doctor, a shrink, right? You went to college? You think you are better than all of the other inmates here?”

“This is what this is about, then? You’re coming at me because I graduated, because I had a well-paid job before getting locked up in here?”

“Are you actually talking back at me, Inmate 328?” Deen marked a pause. “Just tell me my boy, do you really want to make an enemy out of me?”

I looked at the floor again, regretting my outburst. I had to learn how to keep my mouth shut.

“No, Sir.”

“Good then, because I think it is time to learn the virtue of obedience.”

The conversation was over. I went back to my cell, seriously depressed, a few minutes later. The info about my “fight” had already leaked and Xander and Ralph were waiting for me. I did not care to explain to them what happened in details, I just lied down in my bed and broke down in tears.

“They took parlour time away from me, my brother is coming from the east coast just to see me and I can’t even tell him I won’t be there.” I cried out.

“Fuck that Frenchy and fuck those guard.” Xander said.

“Agreed.” Approved Ralph.

“I should have helped you out.” Xander added, apologetic.

But it was not his fault… I did not go to get dinner that night, my stomach hurt too bad. I was literally gutted. I was also thinking about the mention in my file. “Homosexual behaviour”. With Frenchy! What a joke!

All the stress and pressure I had felt the previous week was crumbling down on me. Did all the guards know that I was gay? Was it the reason why Falcon was such an asshole with me?

I fell asleep without realizing it and I woke up the next morning not feeling much better. Fernando was the only one still in the cell, spreading his legs and flaunting his dick to the world to see, once again.

Xander had already gone to meet his girlfriend, Ralph had a “fan girl” (as he would call them) come in as well to get a look at his giant muscular body.

I started feeling hungry, maybe it was because I had not eaten the previous evening, or maybe it was because Fernando’s dick was right there.

I went to the prison cafeteria and ate some disgusting bread. I then wandered in the prison, feeling sorry for myself. I passed by Kurtis Jensen, he was getting an early training, shirtless in the gym. He looked tense too. I wondered if he had people to see at the parlour. I barely knew anything about him.

When I came back in my cell, Fernando literally jumped on me:

“Braxton! We were looking everywhere for you! You can go to the parlour.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude! Ralph went to the guard or to the warden, I’m not too sure, but you’re good.”

“Really? How did he manage that?”

“Who fucking cares! Go! They’re going to be done with visitations soon.”

I had no idea what was going on, I was looking like a mess, but I ran through the facility anyway. For a split second, I thought it might be a joke but I had to go and see! I could not miss my opportunity. Fuck. What if my brother had already come in and had been sent away cause I was not there?

We had some obligatory checks to go through before getting into the parlour’s room. There was still a line in front of the door. I was a nervous wreck.

I waited for a few minutes and was finally checked by Falcon to get in:

“You can thank your big friend for this.” He said to me, while feeling me up.

I nodded yes. I was so close to my brother now; he should be right behind this door.

Falcon grabbed my crotch, not that discreetly.

“And you can thank ME, later.” I got chills.

He let go of me so that I could open the door and enter the parlour room. But Falcon had just signified that it would cost me. I did not want to own that bald fucker anything.

I looked at his creepy face and then at the door. Of course, I opened it, Ryan was waiting for me on the other side!

I would deal with the consequences later.

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 7: The debt collector (Part 1)

The other inmates mentioned “the parlour room” regularly but I had never really pictured it in my head. Would we have intimacy with our visitors? Would we be separated by a glass? I hoped not.

After Falcon let me in, I was a bit surprised that the space looked pretty much like a smaller version of our cafeteria with a bunch of small tables and some chairs. Two guards were overseeing but we were pretty much authorized to move around.

I immediately saw Ralph who was taller and broader than anyone else in the room. I tried to thank him with a nod – I still had no idea of what he had done to get my visitation rights back -, but he did not pay the slightest attention to me, he was too busy staring at the girl who had come to see him. Well, more specifically, he was looking at her very deep cleavage as if he was contemplating a rare piece of art.

As I was entering, Xander was coming in from another door on the side, his hair was a bit messy.

He was holding the hands of a woman that I immediately recognized as his girlfriend, Mindy. She was cute. Xander had just enjoyed a “conjugal visit” and he seemed very content with himself as he was sitting at a table with Mindy. The two could not keep their hands off each other and they even had to be scolded by a guard at some point.

That made me smile.

The room was crowded but I did finally see him, Ryan was sitting at the furthest table away from me, on the other side of the room. He had not noticed me yet and seemed to be anxiously waiting. I have never thought to ask but I think this was his first time going in a correctional centre.

I walked towards him, passing by Pope who was French-kissing a woman. When Ryan saw me, a large smile enlightened his face, shortly followed by a look of concern.

He stood up and I almost ran to hug him. He was just wearing some jeans, he had to take his belt off and the pants were sliding down a bit, and a black t-shirt. He was handsome, as usual. As a bonus, he was also wearing his geeky glasses that I loved so much on him.

I took the time to appreciate the hug and even got tears in my eyes. I tried to collect myself. With all the other inmates around us, it was not the best time to cry out.

Ryan scanned me from head to toes:

“Ty… wow. This is so weird seeing you wearing this.”

“Yeah, I know. Quite the style! By the way, it’s good to see you too!” I said with a smile.

“Of course, It’s good to see you littler brother!” He patted my hair affectionately. “Especially when I thought it would not be possible! What the hell was that?”

He sat down on his chair and started to explain:

“I arrive here like one hour in advance and they tell me your visitation right has been taken away from you, that I should just go back home. They could not even tell me why! I refused to go back of course. I had been waited for hours when finally, they told me that I could see you. No further explanation.”

“This is so stupid, Ryan. They told me yesterday that I was denied to come here, and this morning, they changed their minds. I’m sorry, they only let me know at the very last minute.”

“But they are not allowed to do that! Why did they remove your visitation right in the first place?”

I looked away, ashamed of this part. Mindy was showing some photographs to Xander.

“I was involved in a fight…” I mumbled.

“In a fight?” Ryan yelled.

Some people looked towards us. Pope even got his tongue out of his wife’s mouth for a few seconds.

“What the fuck, Ty?” My brother said more quietly, regretting his outburst.

“A guy kinda attacked me and I had to defend myself… Basically, I punched him.”

“Jesus, Tyler! What did the guards do?”

“Well, they took away my privileges! And this morning, they gave them back to me.”

“No, I meant, what did they do about the guy attacking you? This is crazy Ty; you cannot let this happen.”

“It’s not like I wanted it to happen or that I purposely let it happen! This is prison, I don’t really have much choice when someone comes after me!”

We had been talking for less than a minute and he was already frustrating me.

“But you should talk to the guards then!” Ryan said in a very serious tone, he seemed more than concerned at this point.

I whispered:

“Ryan, the guards are worse than the inmates.”

He sighed. I was stressing him out and I hated that feeling.

“I guess I have not realized that it would be so tough. How are you holding on, Ty? Really?”

“I’m ok.” I lied.

“Damn, I bet you had never punched anyone in your life before. That’s not your style.”

“I guess I’m becoming gansta now.”

“Don’t even joke about that, you need to stay out of trouble or you might stay here for a long time.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

I looked at my feet and he crossed his arms. We both remained silent as we were hearing a couple fighting besides us. The wife had just told his husband she was sleeping with the neighbour. One of the guards had to split them up. I figured that everyone was having their issues.

“You’re sure that I cannot do anything? Talk to a lawyer, to the warden?” My brother eventually said. As always, he was trying to fix the problem. But I knew I was on my own on this one.

“Oh gosh, please don’t.”

“But the other guy, won’t he come after you again?”

“I don’t know… I don’t think so.”

“I’m worried about you, Ty.”

“I know. But please, don’t say anything to mom and dad, or to Griffin, tell them that it’s all alright. I don’t want to worry everyone.”

“Ok, I won’t.”

Ryan sighed again.

“Thank you.”

The awkwardness lasted for a little while.

“Damn, I wish I would have told you in other circumstances but I do have some news.” Ryan said after a while.

“What is it?”

He smiled largely.

“Mallory is pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” I exclaimed.

“And only one beating heart this time! The twins are going to have a baby brother or a baby sister.”

Ryan was still traumatized from the day when two beating hearts had shown on the ultrasound. I was super excited to be an uncle again.

However, after that good news, we only had about twenty minutes left to discuss. I was regretting so much arriving late.

In the end, I am not too sure whether I was feeling better or worse after this visit. When Ryan left, I desperately wanted to go with him. I almost begged for it but of course, I had to stay behind.

As we were all going back to our cells, I warmly thanked Ralph for getting back my visitation right but he remained very vague about what he had done to help me out. I did not want to mention Falcon and his weird comment as I did not want to sound ungrateful.

When we arrived at our cell, Ralph was busy asking Xander the details about “all the nasty thing he did to his girl”, and was telling us that he could not wait to bring his own girlfriend (the woman he had just met) to the “sex room” the following week.

I smiled. Ralph was growing on me.

I thought about Griffin who was supposed to visit me the next Saturday, I even considered telling him not to come. We would not be able to kiss or to show any sign of affection. Would his visit only make things more awkward?

The following days were pretty uneventful. I saw Frenchy in the communal showers a couple of times but he simply ignored me. I was glad. Falcon did not ask anything of me either, at least, not yet.

Only Glenn was making me uncomfortable, he was often eating with us and could not help himself from making inappropriate comments about male-on-male action in District 2. But even this, I got used to after a while and he never mentioned our encounter in the bathroom.

I was getting into a routine, a depressing one, but a routine nevertheless.

In retrospect, punching Frenchy was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. Thinking about it as I am writing these words, that fight probably changed the course of my whole life. But we will get there.

Once everyone had gotten the words of what had happened, I realized that the other inmates were looking at me differently. Frenchy was not really liked among the others convicts. He did not belong to any gang so no one thought of beating me up for what I did. On the contrary, pretty much all of the inmates were happy to know that he got punched in the face and I did gain some sort of respect around the prison.

But this was not even the best thing that came out of this incident. Frenchy had been appointed to another job to avoid any further conflict with me and I got rid of him during laundry time! What a fucking relief!

I almost jumped of excitement when Foster told me the news. He was smiling too. I understood later that he was the one to have made the call to send Frenchy working in the toilets, “cleaning duties” as the guard explained.

I was introduced to my new “laundry workmate” the next Wednesday, my heart skipped a beat when I recognized who he was.

“Braxton, this is Inmate Jensen, he will work with you in here from now on. You know we have our eyes on you after what happened last week, so you both better behave. Everybody keeps their pants on!” Foster specified.

Kurtis did not seem happy to be there but nodded a grumpy yes to Foster.

I must have frozen on the spot, too busy thinking of Jensen without his pants on. What a desirable sight. Maybe I could abuse my powers just like Frenchy did to me and ask Kurtis to smell my underwear? Of course, I would not. But maybe my new colleague would take his pants off willingly?

One can always dream!

The first afternoon working together was a bit underwhelming. Kurtis was moody, barely said a single word, and I was more uncomfortable than anything else. At least, I could admire his biceps as he was throwing laundry around, but the vibe was definitely off.

It was Xander who explained me his behaviour the following night; Kurtis’ request for early release had been denied and he would stay in the prison for at least another year. I felt for him. He had been incarcerated almost four years before me. I was already breaking down after only a few days, I could not imagine what it would be like being between those walls for five years.

I tried to engage the conversation with him the next day, but he was still closed off. Not that he was usually talkative with the other inmates but I was kind of hoping to learn more about him. I had no idea what he had done to be locked up in there.

Before we were done working, I gave it a last-ditch effort, I had thought about a way to engage with him for the past couple of hours:

“I’d love to get myself a proper workout routine while I’m here. Do you think you could help me out?”

I would not define myself as a gym enthusiast but I figured, it was a good opportunity to get ripped while I was stuck in there and why not doing so with an Adonis by my side?

Kurtis took a good look at me. He seemed perplex.

“Kinda lot of work to be done here.” He said with a smirk.

I sighed and turned around.

“Come on, I’m just kidding. You’re pretty fit already.” He told to redeem himself.

“Nothing compares to you.” I replied, shily before getting red.

It sounded way more sensual than I wanted it to!

Kurtis had a frank smile now and I was feeling like a teenage girl trying to align a few words in front of her crush.

“Thanks, man.” You could tell that he was proud of his body. “What else do we have to do around here?”

He flexed his right bicep to prove his point. I tried not to drool too much.

“That’s what I thought.” I spoke.

“What would you want to work on first? Abs, legs, upper body, back?”

“I don’t know. Kinda everything?”

“Yeah, don’t skip legs day. Thighs and glutes are as important, if not more, than biceps and six packs.”

Sorry to disappoint my dear reader, but no, this time, he did not drop his pants to prove his point.

“Ok, see, you’re already helping!” I said with a smile.

He laughed but did not add anything else, Falcon came in to tell us we were done. The light atmosphere shifted immediately.

“Just wait here, Braxton.” He barked at me, preventing me to leave.

“Why?” Kurtis asked the guard on my behalf.

“What the fuck do you care, Jensen? That’s none of your business. Move away.”

Kurtis left, looking at me apprehensively before disappearing in the flight of stairs. Once he was gone, Falcon turned towards me. He had his vicious smile on his face. I hated that.

“You did not think you could get away with it, Braxton?”

“Sorry?”

“I am still waiting for you to properly thank me for the little favour I granted you. It’s been days now. And still nothing!”

Shit. It was time for me to pay my dues.

“What do you want?” I asked drily.

“Me…. Not much actually. You’ll see, I am merely a debt collector here.”

He moved closer to me and I took some steps back. Soon, my back was literally against the wall.

“Don’t be scared, Inmate.” He said, while caressing my left cheek with his dirty fingers.

“I’m not.” I lied.

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 7: The debt collector (Part 2)

Punching Frenchy was one thing, but punching an armed guard, it was a whole other story. I was cornered.

He moved his bald face even closer to me as if he was about to kiss me but he only whispered in my ear:

“Follow me.”

I got chills, but I obliged, nervous of where this would take me. I immediately assumed that he was getting me to an even more isolated place where he could get his way with me. Would he fuck me in the ass? He had already fingered me. I bet he wanted to move on to the next step.

We passed by guard Foster and some inmates, they all looked sorry for me. I had already seen other convicts walking closely behind Falcon and this was never a good sign.

I recognized the path we were walking through; I had already followed it. He was bringing me to the warden Deen’s office.

Falcon knocked at the door. He could not get this atrocious smile off his face.

“Come on in.” Said the warden calmy.

Inside his office, the warden looked busy filling up a ton of paperwork, he glanced at us through his trendy glasses before focusing back to his files. Without looking at us, he asked Falcon:

“No trouble bringing him here?”

“Not trouble at all, Sir.”

“Good. You can go then.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Falcon left the room and let me there, alone.

The warden was still immersed in his paperwork and was not paying attention to me. I stayed in the corner of the room, in silence. As the minutes were going by, I understood this was a weird ploy to make me uneasy. Sadly, it was working.

At some point, I had to say something.

“Sir…” I expressed in a weak voice. “You wanted to see me?”

Still without looking at me, he mumbled:

“I’ll get to you when I get to you, inmate.”

I shut up and the long wait continued.

After maybe 15 minutes – I did not have a watch or any other way to tell for sure –, as I was getting very tired remaining in this position, the warden moved around under his desk. I did not get it at first but he was taking off his fancy leather shoes. He threw them off in the middle of the room.

“Working every day, filling up files, doing administrative pointless shit. Tiring, eh?” He asked me.

“I… I guess…”

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Inmate.” My legs were shaking at this point. “Given what you did in your previous life, I believe that your skills could be more useful working in an office job than doing laundry. Don’t you think?”

This was getting even weirder but I whispered a “maybe”.

He gave me a reassuring nod and took off his glasses.

“I do have some extenuating work to do with all those administrative papers especially when I have to write down mentions in files and then write them off to permit inmates to enjoy their parlour rights.”

I looked at my shoes. What did he fucking want from me?

“Some may say I would deserve some help for this extra work you have put me through, Braxton.”

I nodded yes. For the first time, he smiled largely. It was nothing like Falcon though, warden Deen was a handsome man in his late thirties with the perfect set of white teeth and trimmed beard.

“It’s settled then. You will help me with my administrative work this evening. I think it will compensate for the time I had to spend helping you out. Fair, right?”

I was relieved in a way, but I was still unsure. What was the catch?

“Yes, Sir. Thank you. That sounds fair.”

“Good.” He marked a pause. “Now, come under my desk, crawl down to me.”

And there was the catch!

“Sir?”

My palms got sweaty right away. My legs were definitely trembling now.

“You just agreed to help me out, you did not think you were actually going to hold a pen or use a computer? Don’t you? From my experience, most inmates cannot even read properly!”

“Sir, this is not… I cannot.”

“Oh, come on, I know what you are. I know how you got here. My feet are just tired, I’m very stressed, I need a massage.”

“Your feet? Just your feet?”

“Yes, pervert! What else would you want to massage?”

He moved away his chair and spread his legs, his pants were sporting a big bulge. I was stunned.

“What are you waiting for, inmate?” He barked at me.

I went down, on all fours. It was almost a relief after standing awkwardly for so long. I then crawled towards him, as instructed. He was wearing long black socks and had pulled his pants above his ankles.

Warden Deen was a very good-looking man, certainly, a lot of women (or men) would have been happy to offer him this massage. I was not sure why he needed to use me to get off, maybe he was only enjoying the power trip.

I tried to get it over with. I thought it was better than having to serve Falcon and as surreal as this all felt, I reached for the warden’s big feet and started to massage them under his desk.

He put his right foot on my cheek. I realized his black socks were dirty.

“Why do you all need to be so stupid? Don’t you think there is something wrong with your massage, Inmate?”

“Sir… I… What do you want?”

“My socks inmate! Take them off!”

Of course. I looked up and crossed his stare, he was clearly excited.

I felt a weird twitch under my pants myself; I had always been attracted to dominant men. I was terrified of course, but to be completely honest. I think a part of me was aroused too.

I removed one sock and then the other, revealing the warden’s sweaty and hairy feet. They were quite similar to Griffin’s. I pressed my fingers against his toes, his sole, his ankle. I started my massage. I tried to do a good job.

After a few minutes, he moved his right foot up to my face again. It smelt raunchy. This time, I did not ask what I had to do, I put his toes in my mouth and licked them. I had done it countless times to Griffin.

At this point, the warden was definitely hard, I could see his dick was moving under his pants as I was sucking his big toe. He looked hung. Deen soon put both his feet against my face and I understood I was asked to fest on them.

I did.

I thought about my fiancé a lot. I pictured him being there. I was with Griffin, in our bedroom, those were his feet, and I loved to worship them. This was ok and I was getting hard.

“Pssst.”

The warden had just spat on his foot, a few inches from my mouth. I kept on sucking on his toes. Mixing my own saliva with the warden’s spit.

“Pssst.”

He spat on my face this time. Definitely, he loved the power. He wanted to have me degraded, humiliated. I had to pay my debt.

I did not look at him and continued with my task. I only stopped myself for a split second when I heard him unzipping his pants. I did not even glance at it but I could feel it, his big dick was out. He was jerking off.

What the hell was supposed to happen next?

“I bet your little fiancé must miss this kind of stress relief now that you’re here.”

This time, I looked at him, ready to snap back, to resist, to confront him, but his huge uncut dick, right above my face threw me off. He was no longer masturbating but his cock was throbbing, already leaking precum. A drop fell on my face.

Instinctively, I licked.

I should have fought back. But I licked his precum on my face. He had won.

“You know what to massage next.” He said in a neutral tone, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied, feeling a bit dizzy.

What was going on in my own mind? I saw this big dripping cock a few inches away from me and my natural instinct kicked in. I needed to feed myself. This looked too delicious.

I first licked the dickhead. Kissed it. I did it with care, really slowly. He moaned immediately above me.

He grabbed my hair, he guided me below to his shaft, then right on his balls which were also out of his fly, I swallowed them in one go. The balls of the prison’s warden in my mouth, my mind was a blank.

I moved on to his dick when I was permitted to, licked it off and finally started to suck him. Deen was grunting over me. His precum felt salty in my mouth. I spat some back on his shaft to lube it before bobbing his dick in my mouth. I tried to swallow deep. He knew that I was gay, no need to pretend like I was not a pro at this.

At some point, he pushed his hand against the back of my head, forcing me to go deeper. I choked, I gagged but he kept on pushing, until finally, I was free. It felt like gallons of saliva had been expelled from my mouth onto my tank top and the warden’s pants.

He slapped me.

“You, dirty boy.”

I was a dirty boy. I had made a mess.

He grabbed me by the hair again and I went back on his shaft. This was not ok, but still, I was hard. Fuck me and my perverted mind!

Was I cheating on Griffin, swallowing this delicious cock? It’s not like I had a choice… Right?

I went back on the warden’s cock, he was holding my head with his hands, now face fucking me. I tried to do a proper job but this was a lot, even for me. I got used to Griffin and he was not that rough.

“Sir, let me do this for you.” I managed to say between two intense gagging sessions. So much saliva was dripping on my chin.

He consented to let go of me.

I grabbed his thighs, he was still wearing his pants which was a bit disappointing for me as I loved big hairy legs, and I went far down his dick, performing a deepthroat like he probably never had before. His dick was bigger than Griffin’s but I had my fair share of fat cocks before meeting my fiancé. I thought of Austin, I knew what to do. Finally, my nose touched the base of his shaft and his pubes and I felt him shaking.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re good at this, bitch.”

I was good at this.

I licked the spit dripping from my mouth and locked eyes with him. At that precise moment, I had taken the power. It did not last more than a few seconds but it still felt amazing.

“Open your mouth.” The warden said in a whistle, barely able to stop himself from ejaculating.

I obliged, seconds before being sprayed with several volleys of warm thick cum. He had a huge orgasm, covering my face and filling my mouth and throat.

“DON’T SWALLOW!” He barked. “NO MATTER WHAT, KEEP THAT ALPHA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH.”

The power had shifted back, of course, the warden was the boss. I was really coming back to earth and confused at this point, not really sure of what had just happened. All I knew that I had ounces of fresh cum in my mouth.

“Show me.” He commanded.

I opened my mouth, gargling with cum. He smiled savagely.

“You’re a mess.”

I nodded yes. I could not talk without spitting back the cum.

“Go out now.”

Like this? Was he serious!? Of course, he was.

“I said: go out! Falcon is waiting for you behind the door; he will have to make sure that your debt has been collected. You will open your mouth to him.”

I was drenched in spit, sweat and cum. I could not go outside like this. What if the others inmates saw me? I even had sperm in my hair!

But he did no leave me any choice. As he was zipping back his pants, Deen repeated:

“GO, NOW.”

I stoop up, trembling; I made my best effort not to swallow or swipe up my face and I opened the door, terrified that someone would see me. But there was only Falcon behind it, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. He stopped when he saw me.

“Well, well, well.” He spoke. “Open!”

I knew what he meant, I opened my mouth and showed him the warden’s cum still inside of it, still warm. Years later, I vividly remember the salty taste and the weird sensation of having my mouth flooded with his semen. I would never forget about warden Deen.

Falcon took a drop of cum sliding down my neck and sniffed it weirdly.

“I thought he would go for your ass.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “He must like fags’ mouths best.”

I was standing there awkwardly, my mouth semi opened, still unable to talk.

“You can swallow now, boy. I know you want to enjoy it as much as possible but you have to go to dinner.”

I swallowed. I almost choked but it did go through my throat, right to my stomach.

“I hope your breath and face won’t smell like cum too much, the other inmates might get the wrong idea.”

Falcon smiled like a maniac. Fucking bald prick!

I looked at my shirt covered with jizz, this would be hard to explain…

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 8: Are you a Griffin or a Will? (Part 1)

After only a couple of weeks in prison, I already felt very disconnected from my life before being incarcerated.

Griffin came to see me with my best friend Janice, so it did not look too suspicious. I was glad it went that way. Weirdly, I was nervous about potentially being alone with Griffin, to pretend that we were not intimate in front of the other inmates, to lie to him about my life in there.

Minutes before seeing him, I almost wanted to cancel the whole thing. Maybe I could punch someone else and be done with it? I smiled to myself.

All these concerns and pressure went away as soon as I saw him though. He smiled at me, and I was calm again. I loved him. And he loved me.

Right away, I felt silly about the stupid crushes I had on several guys of district 2. More than silly, I felt wrong about asking Kurtis to train me, as if I was cheating on my fiancé. How would I react if Kurtis were to flirt with me?

Griffin, Janice and I talked mostly about work. Griffin was retelling us the issues that he had with one particularly annoying client. An old wealthy guy who apparently was never happy with the houses he was shown: the bathtub was too small, the courtyard was too big, the neighbourhood was too noisy.

Back at home, I found those stories quite boring but right there, I enjoyed every second of it: Griffin’s sarcastic tone, his humorous description of his client, his reactions, and above all, his excited eyes, too happy to tell me all about it.

They did ask me if I was fine, and I lied to them that it was not that bad. Ryan had not mentioned the incident with Frenchy. Good, they did no need to know about me fighting with another inmate, or, more importantly, what I had to do with the warden to get back my visitation right. What would Griffin say if he knew?

Things were going well and I even awkwardly introduced them to Ralph, who was on his way to fuck his new girlfriend.

The girl may have had a deep cleavage the week before, but this time, she had really gone overboard. Her crop top was so thin that it was like she did not wear any top at all, I wondered how she had been authorized to walk in there like that. The convicts were looking at her like she was a fresh piece of meat and I figured it was the intended effect.

On the sides, I could see that guard Foster would not take his eyes away from her boobs. Confirmation that he was straight, I thought.

Anyway, I told Ralph that Griffin and Janice were both good friends of mine and Ralph winked seductively at Janice. He just could not help himself! Janice smiled faintly but looked very uneasy. She may have been way less uptight than when she was in college, but being hit on by a convict was a little bit outside of her comfort zone still.

When we said goodbye, I hugged Griffin a bit longer than I was supposed to, I smelt him. He was still wearing the perfume I had bought him. More notably, he was still wearing his engagement ring. I could have cried when I felt his hand pressing my shoulders. I was afraid the other inmates surrounding us could tell.

Back in my cell, I lied down, thinking.

I really needed to focus on that. My wedding to come with Griffin. Our life together. I had been too much distracted. I was supposed to keep the lowest profile in prison. I had to revert to that.

I don’t think I have ever told you the story of how Griffin and I met.

Well, get ready to be moved my dear reader as the first words we ever exchanged to one another were really romantic.

“Hi, what’s up, cute face! I’m in LA for the weekend. I’m a top. Up for a good fuck?”

You probably guessed it; it was on GrindR. I had a new message from “IrishGuyXXX”.

I had broken up with Will a few weeks prior, I was coming back from Austin’s wedding, and I ended up in my sad Los Angeles apartment alone and quite depressed, scrolling through the app.

I was sceptical at first but the “Irish guy” did look hot and manly, he also wore clothes in most of his pictures – which was a good point - except on one shot where he was shirtless and showing off his hairy body a bit. He was not a poser or an Instagram model, I liked that.

“Bottom, vers here. You’re cute too.” I replied.

And this was the beginning of our love story!

We met that exact night, in a bar first in case he was a crazy murderer or something, and then, we came back to my apartment. We hit it off so well and so instantly that we did not even have sex that night. I know, this is quite surprising when you know me…

Not sure how the booty call did not end up with his dick in my ass but we just talked a lot, for hours and hours, about our lives, the world, being gay, religion, spirituality… We were both a little drunk and at 5 am, we just decided he would spend the rest of the night and we fell asleep cuddling each other; we had not even kissed yet.

However, I did wake up the next morning (well early afternoon) with a hot Irish naked guy in my bed and we did have sex at this point. We could not wait much longer!

It was great. Passionate. A little rough too. Griffin was kinky, he loved to play with his spit, to make me lick his feet or his armpits but he was also gentle and careful, always making sure I was enjoying my time. Often, he would put his two fingers in my mouth to tease me, I had to suck them before sucking his big cock. I loved that.

We had crazier intercourse later in our relationship, playing with toys, various dildos, food, doing some roleplays – one time he played the prison guard, and I was his prisoner, it was before I was sentenced to actual prison though – but that first time together was perfect in itself.

His body (and fingers) tasted good, his odour made me horny, he ate my ass with a vigorous passion, and I almost had an orgasm, just sitting on his face. His tongue was warm, my hole was opening for what was to come. After fucking me in the ass for a good ten minutes, mostly doggy style, he cummed in my mouth.

I saw his look when I had my mouth full of his manly juice, I could tell he loved it every bit as much as I did.

He was not selfish, a few seconds later, he finished me off by returning the favour and offering me his own mouth. I exploded in his throat and then, we kissed, swapping our cum. Yeah, we did compensate for the previous night where it was only talks and cuddling!

We ate some pancakes, he prepared them in the nude, already getting comfortable in my kitchen, and we went for round 2. This time, I was the one eating his hairy ass while jerking him off, he cummed instantly and felt bad. It lasted only a few minutes but I told him that it was ok, I was just too good at it.

We became very close quite fast, he told me he had broken up with a guy he was with since college and was starting a new chapter of his life. I needed to start a new chapter too, I did not mention that I had been fucking my patient – or rather that my patient was fucking me between two drug deals – but I did tell him that my past relationships had been messy and disappointing.

In the next few weeks, we did everything we could to spend the most time possible together. Janice had never seen me like this and for once, she approved of one my relationships. Griffin and I lived in two different cities but we always found ways to see each other.

The sex we would have every time we would meet again was insane. I learned how to please him, he let himself go harder and harder on me as we were both getting more and more comfortable. That passion during the first weeks of a relationship, there is nothing quite like this.

When he proposed that I moved to San Francisco only three months later, I said yes, too happy to escape my problems in Los Angeles. Of course, those problems would come back to bite me in the ass a couple years later but at that time, it was only Griffin who bit me in the ass and I was in a bliss.

As any relationship, we had our ups and downs throughout the months and then the years, but Griffin was constantly making me feel like I could be myself around him. He was a very laid-back guy, patient, cool, when I was a nervous wreck sometimes.

I thought that Griffin was exactly what I needed, especially after the chaotic year that I had spent with Will.

Oh, Will.

Maybe this is about time that I talk to you about him as well and how I ended up in this freaking prison.

As a proof that I was not meant to be a therapist, Will was one of my very first patients and I fell right into his trap.

He was seeing me as part of a sentence pronounced by a judge some years ago. Will had had some issues with the authority all his life and he had been involved in several misdemeanours during his youth, nothing too serious, essentially fighting with vigils to get into clubs and he was accustomed to talk back to the police, his judges or prosecutors.

The official reason of his appointment was to work on his anger issues and help him deal with authority. Ironically, I warned him that if he were to follow down the path he was on, he would surely end up in prison… I was one to talk!

By the end of our first session, I was very surprised. I was expected a bad boy, confused and rude, but Will was well-educated, smart and, I have to say, charming. He had a few tattoos and a nose piercing, a ring, I was not a fan usually but I thought it looked good on him. He had beautiful green eyes and a juvenile smile.

He sure did not care much for following the rules, but Will had his morals and his code. He also was bisexual and he mentioned that very naturally, either talking about his ex-girlfriend or his ex-boyfriend during our sessions.

Guys who are forced to see a therapist are usually closed off and the sessions are often pretty useless but it was not the case at all with Will, he was talkative and almost seemed eager to share his life with me.

About thirty minutes in, he was already talking about the daddy he had fucked a couple days before and how it reminded him of his own awful father. Quite genuinely, he asked if I thought he had turned bisexual because of his father issues. I asked him if he considered this as an issue, being bi, and he just told me no.

I could tell myself stories about how Will slowly seduced me but to be frank, I was acting unprofessionally from the start. He came in wearing a tank top and some shorts and I am pretty sure that I stared at his biceps for the whole hour.

I showed interests in his tattoos, I wanted to start our sessions with candid topics, the patient needed to feel like he was in a safe place. But my interest was also more personal, his muscular right arm was covered with anime’s characters and symbols and I had always been a fan of manga.

After flexing his biceps to show me a tattoo from the universe of Garuto, he lifted off his tank top to show me his Christian cross tattoo on his lower abs and even slid down his shorts – he was going commando and I got to see his pubes and the outline of his dick – to show me the entire drawing.

I was hard but I pretended not to be phased. His dick was right there, besides the cross, underneath these loose shorts.

He did not show his ass to me, at least not during the first session, but he said jokingly:

“I also got a tat’ on my ass, if you care.”

I smiled politely and moved on to another subject.

I could still lie to myself. Someone’s tattoos could tell a lot about his personality so this interaction was in the scope of my due diligence, in the context of an introduction with a new patient. Sure, letting him lift off his shirt was a bit much but that happened quickly. What else could have I done? It would have been stupid to yell at him.

I thought I knew the lines I would not cross. I was dumb.

Quickly, sex became was one of the main topics of our sessions. I was curious. He was happy to share. He told me about his kinks, his porn habits, his one-night stands – he did not really have a type, when he was horny and felt something, he would just come at the other person and most likely, that person would not resist him. Married women, so-called straight guys, one time, he said, he fucked a priest.

I was playing with that. He would soon become my favourite patient. Who would he have fucked that week? Should I ask him more about that priest’s encounter on the pretence that maybe the place where they chose to have sex meant something deeper?

But after a while, he was the one playing with the line. I could tell he would tell me stuff to excite me on purpose. Were his stories even true or did he just want to turn me on? Either way, I did not stop him.

“Hey doc, should I tell you all about this guy I fucked yesterday? It was a bit naughty, but I can tell everything to my shrink, right?”

“Sure, you can tell me.”

“Well, we had sex, the usual, I fucked him hard but we were caught. By his father. My dick deep in his ass. Is that ok that I was even more turned on?”

I tried to keep my cool.

“We both know at this point that what seems to give you the most joy is the feeling of adrenaline, of breaking the rules, so I can’t say this is surprising. Although, we could search for other ways to get you content, healthier ways.”

“Yeah… I guess. I know we’re here to talk about me and fix me, but I wonder. What do you think of the father who watched us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he stayed and watch me fuck his son. I did not stop but he did not make me stop. He just stayed there.”

“Did he… Did he seem aroused?”

“I bet he was but he did not jack off if that’s your question, doc.”

I smiled.

“And what about his son?”

“He had my big dick deep inside his guts, you better imagine he was very happy, his dad watching or not.”

He laughed.

[CHAPTER 8 CONTINUES BELOW]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 8: Are you a Griffin or a Will? (Part 2)

At this point, I should have referred him to another therapist. I knew this was not ok but what was the harm? Will did not have any life threatening or real medical issues, he had been convicted for minor offenses only, he was making progresses in his life, working for a new job as a barman.

Every week, he seemed better and better and he thanked me for that, he said at multiple occasions that I was helping him. After all, intimacy and sex are a big part of what’s going on in our brains and an issue we sure needed to tackle during therapy.

in the end, I was talking to him as if he was a friend who I was just helping making sense of his thoughts. Just like you would do with some mates you would meet after work.

That was my big mistake, he was not a friend, he was a patient.

As the sessions progressed, my addictions from his dirty stories became more and more obvious and things got less and less professional. After a couple of months, we both knew our sessions had nothing to do with helping him work on his mental health. It was just about sharing raunchy sex stories.

Will would walk in, sit down on the couch, spread his legs and expose his armpits. He would tell me all about the kinky things running through his mind. I was hard pretty much the whole time and I had to jerk off after every hour spent with him.

“Doc, I’m not sure this is ok but lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about trying bondage with my sexual partners, what do you think it means?”

I played pretend, as if it was a genuine question. I made stupid metaphors on being stuck, trapped in our lives. But he asked me another question.

“I also have fantasies about fucking my shrink, is that ok?”

My heart skipped a bit.

“Will, I don’t think this is really appropriate.”

I replied, in a ridiculous attempt of putting some boundaries. As if it was not way too late already!

He spread his legs even more, Janice would have put him down for obvious “manspreading” but I loved it, he said:

“Not appropriate to think it or not appropriate to tell it to you?”

“There is nothing which is not appropriate to think, Will. But I would say that sharing this kind of fantasy while talking to your therapist might be inappropriate.”

“So, I should lie to you?”

“No, you should not. We discussed this, it is a safe space, feel free to express everything you want. I am just pointing out that if you were to, let’s say, make sexual allusions towards me, I would have to defer you to a colleague of mine.”

“Maybe I should shut up then, I don’t want to see another shrink. You’re the best at figuring out what’s in my mind.”

I smiled. It was pure flattery to get me on his side, but it worked.

I moved the subject towards his parents again, especially his father and we had a rather normal session after that. Thankfully, I was hidden behind my desk because I had cummed a little in my pants.

When he came in the following week, I had been thinking about him non-stop. There was no faking it anymore, I had a crush on my patient, and he loved to play with the effect he had on me. I had made up my mind that I needed to put a stop to it.

I should have done it way before that. Better late than never.

When he walked in, I was ready to tell him it would be our last session but he did not give me the chance.

“Look doc, I’ve been thinking. You’re good at your job but if having you as my shrink prevent me from fucking you, I believe I would rather let go of my shrink and take the good fuck.” He marked a pause. “I can tell you would be good at it and I can assure you, you would like that.”

Fuck, had I been that obvious about my feelings towards him?

His confidence was killing me. The fact that his nipples were showing under his tank top was not helping. I did not say a word, I jumped on him and French kissed the hell of his felon’s mouth.

We literally had sex on my desk, he fucked my ass while I was lying down on my desk and he put his hand on my mouth so I would not moan too loudly. I had other patients in the waiting room next door.

It was so sudden that I did not even take my clothes off, my pants were slid down at my ankles and my shirt was semi opened. He, on the other end, stripped down while fucking me to get entirely naked. He looked so fucking good, he was 23 at the time, was sporting a buzzcut and his body was perfect. His dick was big too, uncut as I like it. He knew how to use it.

As I was still recovering from being fucked on my desk, he turned around with a cheeky smile.

“It’s time you see my big snake now!”

He was talking about the one on his ass, an impressive tattoo. The kinky bastard, he even made me lick it. Probably one of his usual moves, making his partner lick the snake on his ass and then, the even bigger snake moving under his pants.

He was very dominant. I was still wearing my clothes and still confused about what was happening, he held me down and exploded on my face. I cummed at the same time. He nodded yes as if he was giving me his approval. My face was covered with his juice.

No need to say it my dear reader, removing my license to practice was probably the smartest thing a judge could do…

Weirdly, we started dating after that, well, somehow. He was no longer my patient and we would see each other regularly. We were not exclusive though, I knew he was fucking guys and girls on the side but as we were getting closer, I was also getting jealous.

I was falling in love I guess, not the first time I was acting stupidly in regards to my feelings.

I denied it in front of the judge, I pretended to be a naïve victim, but quite early on, I knew that Will was involved in illegal activities. He was meeting with shady guys, he would carry tons of cash on him, he would also ask me to pick him up from random places. I would go, in the hope we would have sex. And we would actually. Often, right in the car, or at his place, a quite fancy apartment near Santa Monica.

There were guns in his flat, I ignored them. His dick was just too delicious, the sex too fucking good.

And he liked me, at least, I thought so. He would fuck other people but I had a special place in his heart. Still today, I am convinced this was real for him too.

There was something happening every time our lips would meet, our hands would touch, our bodies would collide. So, I did not ask any question. I did not burst the bubble. I accepted that he used one of my bank accounts to transfer some money. Just two thousand dollars, no big deal, I thought. He thanked me by letting me fuck him in the ass for the first time. This was awesome. I cummed on his snake.

One day, he called me crying. And the buttle crumbled.

“Babe, help me…” He mumbled over the phone.

“What’s going on, Will? You’re worrying me, your voice sounds weird.”

“Some guys came at me, fucking assholes.”

“Where are you?”

“I can send you the address, I’m at Venice Beach.”

“Are you ok?”

“They broke some of my teeth.”

“Jesus, Will! What did they want? We have to call the police.”

“The police! Are you serious? Ty! The police would arrest me, don’t you realize that?”

Fuck, maybe I was very naïve. It finally hit me; I was dating a criminal.

“Please, can you just come pick me up. I need a place to sleep too. I cannot go back to my place.”

“What happens to your apartment?”

“Long story… Can you just come?”

Of course, I went. And I took care of him. He had a black eye (the next day was even worse), he was missing a tooth and he had bruises on his fingers. He had punched someone, multiple people maybe. I helped him shower. He stayed with me for an entire week, often, he seemed scared. He started to get paranoid about people following him or following me.

“I feel safe with you.” He told me.

I could not say it back.

Things only went downhill from this point; I could no longer ignore that I was dating a drug dealer and it was messing up with my life. I had troubled focusing on my patients, I would barely get to see my friends or my family.

As often in my life, it was Janice who confronted me about it and who helped me realize how far I had gone. She was right when she told me that I would lose my licence to practice, she did not think I could go to prison though, she was mostly afraid that I would end up getting hurt.

Janice said something which stuck with me.

“Are you happy, Ty? I know you have feelings for this guy but does he make you happy?”

I was not happy. I was stressed out, all the time.

I wanted to give Will a chance. I gave him an ultimatum. The worst thing you can do. As a therapist, I already knew that, but as a man in love, I had lost all notion of good sense. I asked him to choose between what he was still calling his “business” and me. We had an argument, it lasted for hours. He felt betrayed and he left my place.

A couple days later, he came back, he told me he had thought it through. He chose me. I believed him. There was no reason to, I just wanted this to work so bad. But it was already over. Things were tense and as I was ready to move and start a life somewhere else with him, he just could not make up his mind.

One week later, he was involved in a shooting and a young guy was sent to the hospital. This was the finale nail in the coffin.

When he came back and apologized, I kicked him out of my place. He cried a lot. He smashed the walls. I was not afraid for me though; he had never shown the slightest sign of violence towards me (except when I would specifically require him to spank me or choke me in bed.) He even held on to my legs at some point. Like a dog, he could not let go.

But I was done.

I had fallen for a confident charming man and I ended up with a wreck. I tried to help him but I was probably a wreck too. Things would have never worked out.

We saw each other a couple times after that so he could get his stuff back but he was accompanied by a blond girl. One of the girls he was fucking on the side. She had become his new number one. Good. Otherwise, I would have probably fallen back into our old patterns.

I may not have been a good therapist but I was smart enough to at least understand that I had ended up in a toxic relationship.

When the police pressed charges against me a couple of years later, I had almost forgotten all about the messy parts of my relationship with Will, all I could remember was the passion and the insane sex. During the trial, they would not tell me what had happened to Will and I did not want to ask too many questions.

For a few months, I was mad at him, furious even. I wanted to track him, find him, yell at him. I thought he was the one responsible for getting me there, in this awful mess. It was all his fault. I wanted to say that to his face. I wanted to tell him that I was a respectable man, engaged, happy and that he had screwed me over!

I realized now that I was only mad at myself.

I had to learn to own up to my shit. And the truth was, I had made shady decisions, I had done illegal stuff, and I was fully aware of what I was doing.

I could view Will or the other inmates I was locked up with as “criminals”, “felons”, people with poor judgement, but I was definitely one of them. I did not get locked up in prison by chance. There was no injustice.

I did bad things for the thrill of it, for some sex, for some adrenaline and I was paying the price.

As I was still lying down on my thin and uncomfortable mattress, Fernando’s dick in my sight, I thought about the two of them.

There was Griffin on one side, my fiancé. He represented peace, stability, comfort. Griffin was safe. He was the good decision.

There was Will on the other side. He represented chaos, passion, messiness. Will was the bad decision.

And I realized that most of us are either a Griffin or a Will. Either we play it safe or go with passion. Maybe we are born like that.

For the longest time, I was convinced that I was a “Griffin”, longing for a peaceful life. It made sense, I was a nerd, lacking confidence, a bit awkward, not the type of persons you would picture doing crazy stuff or ending up in prison.

But maybe I was wrong. Maybe, I had always been a “Will”, finding myself in chaotic and dreadful situations just because I could not help myself from following my impulses.

Surely, the rest of the story that I am about to tell you will confirm this theory.

When Kurtis passed by and asked me if I wanted to train with him the next day, I still said yes.

[MORE TO CUM]

 

[diseasedarchon]

SO good!!!

 

[Bartflanders]

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 8: Are you a Griffin or a Will? (Part 2)

At this point, I should have referred him to another therapist. I knew this was not ok but what was the harm? Will did not have any life threatening or real medical issues, he had been convicted for minor offenses only, he was making progresses in his life, working for a new job as a barman.

Every week, he seemed better and better and he thanked me for that, he said at multiple occasions that I was helping him. After all, intimacy and sex are a big part of what’s going on in our brains and an issue we sure needed to tackle during therapy.

in the end, I was talking to him as if he was a friend who I was just helping making sense of his thoughts. Just like you would do with some mates you would meet after work.

That was my big mistake, he was not a friend, he was a patient.

As the sessions progressed, my addictions from his dirty stories became more and more obvious and things got less and less professional. After a couple of months, we both knew our sessions had nothing to do with helping him work on his mental health. It was just about sharing raunchy sex stories.

Will would walk in, sit down on the couch, spread his legs and expose his armpits. He would tell me all about the kinky things running through his mind. I was hard pretty much the whole time and I had to jerk off after every hour spent with him.

“Doc, I’m not sure this is ok but lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about trying bondage with my sexual partners, what do you think it means?”

I played pretend, as if it was a genuine question. I made stupid metaphors on being stuck, trapped in our lives. But he asked me another question.

“I also have fantasies about fucking my shrink, is that ok?”

My heart skipped a bit.

“Will, I don’t think this is really appropriate.”

I replied, in a ridiculous attempt of putting some boundaries. As if it was not way too late already!

He spread his legs even more, Janice would have put him down for obvious “manspreading” but I loved it, he said:

“Not appropriate to think it or not appropriate to tell it to you?”

“There is nothing which is not appropriate to think, Will. But I would say that sharing this kind of fantasy while talking to your therapist might be inappropriate.”

“So, I should lie to you?”

“No, you should not. We discussed this, it is a safe space, feel free to express everything you want. I am just pointing out that if you were to, let’s say, make sexual allusions towards me, I would have to defer you to a colleague of mine.”

“Maybe I should shut up then, I don’t want to see another shrink. You’re the best at figuring out what’s in my mind.”

I smiled. It was pure flattery to get me on his side, but it worked.

I moved the subject towards his parents again, especially his father and we had a rather normal session after that. Thankfully, I was hidden behind my desk because I had cummed a little in my pants.

When he came in the following week, I had been thinking about him non-stop. There was no faking it anymore, I had a crush on my patient, and he loved to play with the effect he had on me. I had made up my mind that I needed to put a stop to it.

I should have done it way before that. Better late than never.

When he walked in, I was ready to tell him it would be our last session but he did not give me the chance.

“Look doc, I’ve been thinking. You’re good at your job but if having you as my shrink prevent me from fucking you, I believe I would rather let go of my shrink and take the good fuck.” He marked a pause. “I can tell you would be good at it and I can assure you, you would like that.”

Fuck, had I been that obvious about my feelings towards him?

His confidence was killing me. The fact that his nipples were showing under his tank top was not helping. I did not say a word, I jumped on him and French kissed the hell of his felon’s mouth.

We literally had sex on my desk, he fucked my ass while I was lying down on my desk and he put his hand on my mouth so I would not moan too loudly. I had other patients in the waiting room next door.

It was so sudden that I did not even take my clothes off, my pants were slid down at my ankles and my shirt was semi opened. He, on the other end, stripped down while fucking me to get entirely naked. He looked so fucking good, he was 23 at the time, was sporting a buzzcut and his body was perfect. His dick was big too, uncut as I like it. He knew how to use it.

As I was still recovering from being fucked on my desk, he turned around with a cheeky smile.

“It’s time you see my big snake now!”

He was talking about the one on his ass, an impressive tattoo. The kinky bastard, he even made me lick it. Probably one of his usual moves, making his partner lick the snake on his ass and then, the even bigger snake moving under his pants.

He was very dominant. I was still wearing my clothes and still confused about what was happening, he held me down and exploded on my face. I cummed at the same time. He nodded yes as if he was giving me his approval. My face was covered with his juice.

No need to say it my dear reader, removing my license to practice was probably the smartest thing a judge could do…

Weirdly, we started dating after that, well, somehow. He was no longer my patient and we would see each other regularly. We were not exclusive though, I knew he was fucking guys and girls on the side but as we were getting closer, I was also getting jealous.

I was falling in love I guess, not the first time I was acting stupidly in regards to my feelings.

I denied it in front of the judge, I pretended to be a naïve victim, but quite early on, I knew that Will was involved in illegal activities. He was meeting with shady guys, he would carry tons of cash on him, he would also ask me to pick him up from random places. I would go, in the hope we would have sex. And we would actually. Often, right in the car, or at his place, a quite fancy apartment near Santa Monica.

There were guns in his flat, I ignored them. His dick was just too delicious, the sex too fucking good.

And he liked me, at least, I thought so. He would fuck other people but I had a special place in his heart. Still today, I am convinced this was real for him too.

There was something happening every time our lips would meet, our hands would touch, our bodies would collide. So, I did not ask any question. I did not burst the bubble. I accepted that he used one of my bank accounts to transfer some money. Just two thousand dollars, no big deal, I thought. He thanked me by letting me fuck him in the ass for the first time. This was awesome. I cummed on his snake.

One day, he called me crying. And the buttle crumbled.

“Babe, help me…” He mumbled over the phone.

“What’s going on, Will? You’re worrying me, your voice sounds weird.”

“Some guys came at me, fucking assholes.”

“Where are you?”

“I can send you the address, I’m at Venice Beach.”

“Are you ok?”

“They broke some of my teeth.”

“Jesus, Will! What did they want? We have to call the police.”

“The police! Are you serious? Ty! The police would arrest me, don’t you realize that?”

Fuck, maybe I was very naïve. It finally hit me; I was dating a criminal.

“Please, can you just come pick me up. I need a place to sleep too. I cannot go back to my place.”

“What happens to your apartment?”

“Long story… Can you just come?”

Of course, I went. And I took care of him. He had a black eye (the next day was even worse), he was missing a tooth and he had bruises on his fingers. He had punched someone, multiple people maybe. I helped him shower. He stayed with me for an entire week, often, he seemed scared. He started to get paranoid about people following him or following me.

“I feel safe with you.” He told me.

I could not say it back.

Things only went downhill from this point; I could no longer ignore that I was dating a drug dealer and it was messing up with my life. I had troubled focusing on my patients, I would barely get to see my friends or my family.

As often in my life, it was Janice who confronted me about it and who helped me realize how far I had gone. She was right when she told me that I would lose my licence to practice, she did not think I could go to prison though, she was mostly afraid that I would end up getting hurt.

Janice said something which stuck with me.

“Are you happy, Ty? I know you have feelings for this guy but does he make you happy?”

I was not happy. I was stressed out, all the time.

I wanted to give Will a chance. I gave him an ultimatum. The worst thing you can do. As a therapist, I already knew that, but as a man in love, I had lost all notion of good sense. I asked him to choose between what he was still calling his “business” and me. We had an argument, it lasted for hours. He felt betrayed and he left my place.

A couple days later, he came back, he told me he had thought it through. He chose me. I believed him. There was no reason to, I just wanted this to work so bad. But it was already over. Things were tense and as I was ready to move and start a life somewhere else with him, he just could not make up his mind.

One week later, he was involved in a shooting and a young guy was sent to the hospital. This was the finale nail in the coffin.

When he came back and apologized, I kicked him out of my place. He cried a lot. He smashed the walls. I was not afraid for me though; he had never shown the slightest sign of violence towards me (except when I would specifically require him to spank me or choke me in bed.) He even held on to my legs at some point. Like a dog, he could not let go.

But I was done.

I had fallen for a confident charming man and I ended up with a wreck. I tried to help him but I was probably a wreck too. Things would have never worked out.

We saw each other a couple times after that so he could get his stuff back but he was accompanied by a blond girl. One of the girls he was fucking on the side. She had become his new number one. Good. Otherwise, I would have probably fallen back into our old patterns.

I may not have been a good therapist but I was smart enough to at least understand that I had ended up in a toxic relationship.

When the police pressed charges against me a couple of years later, I had almost forgotten all about the messy parts of my relationship with Will, all I could remember was the passion and the insane sex. During the trial, they would not tell me what had happened to Will and I did not want to ask too many questions.

For a few months, I was mad at him, furious even. I wanted to track him, find him, yell at him. I thought he was the one responsible for getting me there, in this awful mess. It was all his fault. I wanted to say that to his face. I wanted to tell him that I was a respectable man, engaged, happy and that he had screwed me over!

I realized now that I was only mad at myself.

I had to learn to own up to my shit. And the truth was, I had made shady decisions, I had done illegal stuff, and I was fully aware of what I was doing.

I could view Will or the other inmates I was locked up with as “criminals”, “felons”, people with poor judgement, but I was definitely one of them. I did not get locked up in prison by chance. There was no injustice.

I did bad things for the thrill of it, for some sex, for some adrenaline and I was paying the price.

As I was still lying down on my thin and uncomfortable mattress, Fernando’s dick in my sight, I thought about the two of them.

There was Griffin on one side, my fiancé. He represented peace, stability, comfort. Griffin was safe. He was the good decision.

There was Will on the other side. He represented chaos, passion, messiness. Will was the bad decision.

And I realized that most of us are either a Griffin or a Will. Either we play it safe or go with passion. Maybe we are born like that.

For the longest time, I was convinced that I was a “Griffin”, longing for a peaceful life. It made sense, I was a nerd, lacking confidence, a bit awkward, not the type of persons you would picture doing crazy stuff or ending up in prison.

But maybe I was wrong. Maybe, I had always been a “Will”, finding myself in chaotic and dreadful situations just because I could not help myself from following my impulses.

Surely, the rest of the story that I am about to tell you will confirm this theory.

When Kurtis passed by and asked me if I wanted to train with him the next day, I still said yes.

[MORE TO CUM]

Perfect timing for a throwback to light out the past and the reasons he's in prison. With a horny shrink/client story included, once again I was hard as hell. But at the end... I don't think he can change his lust for all his crushes. Curtis will breed him and maybe Austin later on too - to remember 'old sexual friendships. And Will, isn' t he in prison too? And if yes, won't there be a chance both will meet again? Poor Griffin, I really hope that at the end of this story he can change his lover's attitude to finally become wedded husbands. Feels so real this story, maybe because I feel I would make exactly the same moves and mistakes. -)) Up to chapter 9...

 

[AllDixNeedLuv69]

i was never in prison--but was in jail few days until friends can post bail for me---but there was me and one other guy in there about same age i was---i was in jail because friend reported me for starting a fight--the guy i was in the cell with was in for jerking of in public--i was like wow--and he wasnt shy as he flopped it out began stroking it and tells me go ahead and suck it---we can hear the door open--i sucked him he sucked me then he fucked me as we watched for the door to open and he managed to get off and we got out pants back up zipped and sat down--

when i got out on bail--which later charges were dropped-- i told that guy he might see me again--later that day i posted 10 percent of his bail andwe became good friends after that not all sexual but friends doing friend stuff

 

[Bartflanders]

i was never in prison--but was in jail few days until friends can post bail for me---but there was me and one other guy in there about same age i was---i was in jail because friend reported me for starting a fight--the guy i was in the cell with was in for jerking of in public--i was like wow--and he wasnt shy as he flopped it out began stroking it and tells me go ahead and suck it---we can hear the door open--i sucked him he sucked me then he fucked me as we watched for the door to open and he managed to get off and we got out pants back up zipped and sat down--

when i got out on bail--which later charges were dropped-- i told that guy he might see me again--later that day i posted 10 percent of his bail andwe became good friends after that not all sexual but friends doing friend stuff

Now that's an original story, proves once again that life is full of surprises! Sweet gesture of you to help him bail out, must have been a horny guy.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Perfect timing for a throwback to light out the past and the reasons he's in prison. With a horny shrink/client story included, once again I was hard as hell. But at the end... I don't think he can change his lust for all his crushes. Curtis will breed him and maybe Austin later on too - to remember 'old sexual friendships. And Will, isn' t he in prison too? And if yes, won't there be a chance both will meet again? Poor Griffin, I really hope that at the end of this story he can change his lover's attitude to finally become wedded husbands. Feels so real this story, maybe because I feel I would make exactly the same moves and mistakes. -)) Up to chapter 9...

Love this comment... Thanks! I guess you'll just have to wait and see what's coming nexxxt!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 9: Heatwave (Part 1)

This month of June was particularly hot.

There was no air conditioning in the prison and pretty much all of the inmates were shirtless at all times, some even wandering around in just their boxer briefs. Fernando was barely bothering with any type of clothing whatsoever.

The cold showers became a blessing and the guards were not too difficult about allowing us to take a shower outside of the mandatory hours. We desperately needed them; the smell of heated moisty guys was everywhere.

The guards themselves were sweating a lot underneath their uniforms, forming wet halos below their armpits. I could see Foster’s nipples poking through. He was definitely a cutie. What the hell was he doing in this prison? Could he not find a modelling job or something? I feared that in ten years, he would turn into Falcon.

My work at the laundry consisted more or less of throwing drenched wet clothes into the washing machines, sometimes the sweat being mixed with some cum. Now that Frenchy did not make me sniff them anymore, I almost regretted the time where I was forced to play with the dirty underwear. Of course, I could not do anything in front of Kurtis.

Despite the heat, my new co-worker and favourite hunk of the facility had insisted that we kept on working-out. He had taken his mission of getting me in shape very seriously and to be frank, I had not expected that level of commitment.

That day, Kurtis was waiting for me, already shirtless and bare foot, only wearing a tight short near a press machine. All ready to train me, I was pretty sure that he was going commando. When he turned around, I could see his sweaty ass glued to his white shorts and on the front, he had a very visible penis line. Yummy.

He was drinking water from a bottle and was spreading some on his face and abs when I came in. He had been training before and he seemed exhausted, but he smiled when he saw me. We had started to bond in the last few days.

As much as I hated going to the gym, seeing Kurtis in that state was objectively an excellent source of motivation.

“Here’s my star athlete!” He said, grinning at me.

“Oh, shut up. I should be rewarded just for showing up in this heat!” I complained.

“Rewarded, how?”

I felt a weird tension in the air. This comment could be taken in so many ways.

“Forget it. What do you have planned for today, except for killing me?”

“Relax, Princess. We’ll go slow but we need to stick to a routine. Your body has to get used to training at least three times a week.”

“Yeah, I know, the endorphins…”

During our working hours at the laundry, Kurtis had given me some extensive lessons about proteins, endorphins, nutrition and tons of advice on health or gym performance. I asked him if he was a professional trainer before being locked up and he just said no, without getting into any details. I still had no idea what his life outside of prison was.

Although, one thing was for sure, Kurtis knew what he was doing when it came to working out! And at least, this new goal gave me something to think about during the days.

Sometimes, Xander, Ralph and/or Pope would join us in the gym but that time, it was only the two of us. It felt a bit different. We were used to be just us in the basement doing the laundry but when we were working, Kurtis was wearing much more clothes. Right there, adjusting the weights, he was barely naked.

Kurtis acted as my spotter as I lied down on the press bench. I soon had the confirmation he was actually going commando as I could see his meaty dick hanging below his shorts, just above me. I felt something falling on my forehead. Pearls of sweat coming from Kurtis’ thighs. I almost said thank you.

“Come on man, I reduced the weight compared to last time, you can do 10 reps!” He said, pulling me away from my day dreaming.

Everything was hurting but I pushed myself. I had a good reason to stay on that bench, as long as Kurtis was above me, I could find the strength to keep pushing.

I had also come to learn that the pain could feel good. I had told many times to patients to exercise more and I was finally listening to my own advice. Training was a nice distraction from what was going on in my brain.

The day before, Griffin had come to see me again, but this time, he was with Austin. That messed things up for me. Griffin seemed a bit distant and frankly, I almost exclusively talked with Austin, catching up on his life. I was too happy to have my best friend from college back in my life.

I had stared at Austin’s biceps the whole time. Not very cool for Griffin…

But how could I not? It was already super warm outside and the college stud who had turned into an actual Hunk of a Man was wearing the tightest tank top. Sure, I was done thinking of Austin as a potential boyfriend but God Damn it, the man was a perfect 10!

I had been feeling guilty since I got out of the parlour. Griffin had accepted to wait for me as I was locked-up in prison, basically because I had fucked another guy, and when he came to see me, I was more interested in chatting with my crush from college than taking the time to connect with him.

I promised myself I would call him to make things up.

I felt several drops of sweat falling on me. I got some on my upper lips. This time, the drops were undoubtfully coming directly from Kurtis’ dick and big balls. He realized.

“Fuck, sorry man.”

“That’s cool.” I said trying to sound casual, his sweat (or precum? One can dream…) in my mouth.

“Let’s move to the legs.”

“By legs, you mean my ass I presume?” I said, sitting on the press bench.

“Stop complaining and let’s do those squats!”

Kurtis believed that working out the legs / thighs / glutes was as important, if not more, as working the upper body. I guess this is fair but the man literally seemed obsessed with my ass. We would do squats at every single session and every time, it felt like he was checking me out.

I figured it was just my imagination, but we were at our fifth session now and I was starting to have my doubts on Kurtis’ true intentions with me. I caught up on some things.

For instance, when we would hang out with the other inmates, and when the discussion would end up revolving around sex (which was literally the case for every single conversation), Kurtis was very neutral on the pronouns used. As a closeted gay male, I was myself too familiar with this practice not to notice:

“Look bro, when you find the right person, you just know it.” The right person, I noted, not the right woman.

“At this point, when I’ll get out of here and have sex, this is going to be epic!” With whom? He did not say.

“My favourite thing is sloppy blowjobs.” Again, was he the receiver or could he be the giver? I wondered.

Kurtis was not the type to talk much so I could totally have made this fantasy all up in my head, I basically knew nothing about him, but still. Once again, he wanted me to squat and he wanted to supervise my moves very closely.

I remembered something he told me the first time we worked out together, Xander and Pope were there.

“Damn, your ass is great Ty, a lot to work with!” Kurtis had said, seemingly excited.

“Cut it off, I know I have a big ass.”

“I’m serious. To gain some muscle and have nice glutes, you have to start with something, and you definitely have some.”

Xander had intervened:

“Damn, Kurtis, just kiss his ass already at this point!”

And we all laughed.

But this time, it was just him and I so when he said: “Your ass looks super good, man.” It felt way more intimate.

I just said “thank you” awkwardly and kept on with my squats. My ass crack was actually sweating like crazy.

I was about to give up when I felt Kurtis’ hands around my waist, right between my wet shorts and t-shirt.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled.

“Relax, just readjusting your position.”

He moved his hands on my lower back, he touched my thighs too. He did make me change position but once it was done, he did not move his hands away.

“Come on, keep on going down.” He ordered.

“I’m exhausted.”

“Let’s go, last rep!”

I continued with my squats but he had still his hands all over me. Something real was happening this time. This could not be my imagination. Right? I had not been touched like that in weeks!

I could not tell if he was getting hard but deep down, gay or not, I knew that Kurtis had been locked up for more nearly four years, I felt how he was touching me, I knew the effect my ass could have on someone. I was convinced he was enjoying it. Could I make a move? I should not though. No matter what, this was exactly what I promised myself not to do.

He finally let go of me and I was done with my training session.

“How did I do?” I asked, drinking from his bottle of water. It was disgusting, the water had turned warm, I spat it out.

“Relatively good. But I won’t be so gentle with you next time.” He winked at me. I felt shivers.

Shit, that was no good.

I wanted to kiss him in the middle of the gym but I had to contain myself. I could not do that to Austin. Wait, I meant, Griffin! What the hell was happening to me? I was engaged, I was happy, I told myself that I would behave. I had to!

Probably the heatwave was getting to me.

I followed Kurtis into the communal showers, he had not taken two steps that his shorts were already at his feet and then, flying up in the air.

“More dirty laundry for us later! I’ll take care of this one because I think I have produced three gallons of sweat in my shorts. They must stink more than Ray’s dirty feet!”

I smiled, looking at his round slightly hairy ass. I could not help myself.

“You have a nice ass too.” I spoke.

He looked behind him and smiled at me. Again, the shivers.

“Eight years of work! You’ll get there.” He said, flexing his glutes. Was he tempting me on purpose? Did he really want me to bury my tongue into his ass?

Just some friendly banters between bros, I reconsidered. There could not be anything more.

After more than three weeks in prison, I had got somewhat accustomed to see the guys naked in the showers. Dozens of inmates, soaping their bodies, stretching, showing off their dicks, some of them being hard in the middle of the room.

Usually, I would jerk off discreetly during the night to avoid being too turned on when I would get to the shower. Although, as of late, I had told myself that it would be ok if I got hard, nobody was accusing Ralph to be gay and he frequently (and quite proudly) was flaunting hard-ons in the middle of the room. Same with Pope and his big black cock.

But this time, it was different. I could not have an erection. There was no distraction. Just Kurtis, right there, stark naked. In a sense, it was way more erotic than having 20 naked guys in there, way more intimate. I felt that my dick was twitching, there was nothing I could do about it. I took off my clothes and turned around. I was fully hard. Fuck.

Kurtis was facing the other way. Maybe, he was hiding a boner as well. I could not resist and took a peek but could not see anything else than his back covered with cold water. Thank God the water was freezing cold, it calmed me down.

I looked at Kurtis again, his teddy bear tattoo on his neck.

I was not only attracted to his stunning body; it was the mystery too. Kurtis was smart, too smart for prison, discreet, tough, confident. He was not a drug addict, he was not shaking or hesitating in front of the guards. He was not getting into any fight but he was still respected. He had never had a visit from anyone since I got there and Xander confirmed me once that it was the case since himself had been locked up, nearly two years ago.

Who was this guy outside of prison? I could not even say if he was straight or gay anymore. Maybe, he was bi?

I put a towel around my waist as he was drying off his large, but limp, dick a few feet away from me. I was about to ask him about the teddy bear tattoo when I heard:

“Braxton! Been looking everywhere for you!”

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 9: Heatwave (Part 2)

It was Falcon and his stupid bald head, barking at me, as per usual.

“What’s happening?” I asked, wondering what the hell I could have done this time.

“Just follow me.”

“Ok, I’ll just put back some…”

“No, no need to wear any clothes, just keep the towel and follow me, this is urgent.”

It was the second time Falcon was taking me away from Kurtis and he knew something was up. When Kurtis asked about it later on, I lied and told that I just had to sign some paperwork but I was pretty sure he was convinced that Falcon was fucking me.

It was not the case though.

I was not even sucking Falcon’s dick. No, he was taking me to someone else I needed to serve. Warden Deen.

I walked in the corridors still semi wet with just a towel around my waist, we passed by Glenn whose eyes were glued to my crotch area. Apart from him, nobody really cared though. Everybody knew that Falcon was a crazy motherfucker and the majority of the inmates were already semi naked at all times, so a guy wearing just a towel, that was not that surprising.

When we got to the Warden’s office, Falcon stayed behind. I looked at him worryingly but he mostly ignored me. He nodded slightly, inviting me to knock. I would go in alone.

Deen called me in and I opened the door nervously. There was air conditioning in his office. It felt nice. I got suddenly very self-aware that I was in the nude except for my towel. It was like one these nightmares where you are called into the principal’s office and you realize you are butt naked.

But this time, it was real. I was not dreaming. And Warden Deen also noticed, his eyes widened behind his glasses at my sight. He smiled largely.

“Well! Bloody hell, that’s a first! You did not even bother putting some clothes on.”

“I… I’m sorry… I did not know I would come here, Guard Falcon told me to…”

In his usual fashion, the Warden turned towards me on his chair and spread his legs. He held a hand in the air to make me shut up.

“No need to justify yourself, inmate. I don’t blame you. You wanted to wear an outfit that you deemed appropriate for a visit to your warden and you thought that a sole towel would be the best option.” He sighed. “You were wrong, of course.”

“Warden, this was not my decision...”

“Shut up, Braxton. We are not all used to the fag ways!”

I looked at my bare feet. What the hell was he talking about? I could already tell that he was hard under his pants.

“Wearing a towel in an office is totally out of place, inmate. Take it off.”

This time, I stared right in his eyes.

“Sir, I am naked underneath.”

“Take it off.” He repeated distinctively, licking his own lips. I could see his bulge growing further in his fancy pant suits.

I dropped the towel on the floor. I was surprised, my dick was semi-hard. Probably the reminder of my time in the shower with Kurtis or maybe I was actually aroused by the warden’s tone. I had to come to terms with the fact that I was a perv at this point…

“Was it what you wanted, Sir?”

I asked, almost defying him.

He did not pay attention to me.

“You know the drill, on your knees, and come here. My dick needs a throat massage.”

There was no pretending anymore. No time to waste. He wanted me to go straight to business. I crawled towards the warden and waited for him to give me his big veiny dick. He did not. He put his hands behind his head, I had to unzip him and release the monster under his pants myself.

I did it. He was not wearing any underwear. Despite the air conditioning, there were hints of sweat on his balls and pubes.

I was not too sure what I was being punished for, or if I was punished at all. I was not sure If I was consenting on some levels to what was happening. All I know is that I swallowed his dick, felt his precum in my mouth and then I licked his sweaty balls.

Deen moaned and then put one of his hands behind my head, pushing me further down his shaft. He wanted me to choke.

“Fuck, one of the best mouths that I had.”

And I bet he must have had hundreds of mouths before mine, in that office. How come nobody ever denounced him? I guessed that if I was not willing to tell anyone what was happening at the time, this made sense that he could remain hidden all these years. None of the inmates was in a position to challenge the prison’s warden.

He spat on my face several times. I could see that he was getting aroused by the fact that he was making me do this, that it was not my decision. I was certain that he would not enjoy it that much if I looked too willing. Clearly, he did not care about finding gay guys in bars, he could have dated tons of them, he was handsome, sexy, fit. What he wanted was using his power. He wanted to submit unwilling subjects.

Was it the whole reason he had become a warden in first place or did this habit came with the power? I would never know.

My eyes were filling with tears as he was pushing me for harder deepthroats. Kurtis had shared that he loved sloppy blowjobs earlier in that week. It was one of my specialities, I was certain that I could help make him feel good. Austin loved it too back in our college days.

Fuck, again you caught me my dear reader! I was sucking a man’s dick while thinking about another inmate… and about Austin!

Why did not I think about Griffin first? For God’s Sake, he loved deepthroat as much, if not more, than the next guy!

Deen slapped me. Harder than usual. I was destabilized. He laughed it off.

“Damn, you are hard.” He said while sliding down his pants completely. “You love that dick too much, take a piece of that instead.”

The Warden moved up his legs, helped by his desk to maintain his position, and exposed his musky and very hairy asshole to me. There were some grey hairs in this bush.

“EAT IT!” He barked.

I had never been one to refuse my tongue to a male asshole. My dick was dripping with precum on the carpet. Jesus, was I really enjoying this?

Going on his hole, I did not pretend like I did not know what I was doing. Immediately, almost instinctively, I buried my whole face in this warm ass, and my tongue found its way into his anus and then, into his insides. I was desperately searching for his prostate.

“FUUUUUUUUCK.” He moaned.

He grabbed my hands so they would jerk off his cock at the same time. He was about to cum. I was indeed too good at this.

“LICK THAT HOLE, INMATE! DEEPER!”

“Mmmmmm.”

I was the one moaning. I dug deeper into his asshole. I looked for his most sensible spot inside his body but he was already losing it, as he was about to cum, he pushed me back. I had managed to throw him off his game. I bet the other inmates were not so eager when he asked them for a rim job!

“Come on my laps, inmate! This is unacceptable!”

I was shaking a bit but obliged. It was surreal. What was unacceptable? I only did what he made me do!

SLAP.

He spanked my bare ass once.

SLAP.

My hard dick was rubbing against his. I was punished because I enjoyed eating his ass too much!

SLAP.

He was whispering in my ear: “Did your fiancé spank you like that?”

SLAP.

“Answer me, boy.”

SLAP.

“Sometimes Sir, only when I ask him to.”

I felt his dick throbbing when I said that. What kind of sick game was he playing? Were we both playing?

“OF COURSE, YOU WOULD ASK THAT FROM YOUR FIANCE! YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU WANT THAT ASS TO BE SPANKED, TO BE FUCKED.”

And he started spanking me harder, I was getting really scared, I felt like his dick was about to explode against my groin.

“Sir, please.” I begged.

SLAP.

It was starting to hurt really much.

“YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD BOY. YOU HAVE ENDED UP BEHIND BARS FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON!”

SLAP.

“Sir… You are hurting me.”

SLAP.

He spread my ass cheeks and I felt his spit inside my asshole. I did not want him to fuck me. This had to stop.

“Sir, please. Sir, the other inmates, they will see!” I mumbled. “The marks on my ass!”

My ass was surely getting purple at this stage. He stopped hitting me. I had made a good point.

He had to be careful. He was playing with fire often but he could not take unnecessary risks. He had been careless too many times already.

The warden pushed me back on my knees, I felt dizzy, staring at his big cock before my eyes. His asshole was tempting me again, he was still spreading his thighs.

“Make me cum.” He stated calmly.

I knew what I had to do, I massaged his balls as I was going back and forth on his big dick with my mouth. I made gagging sounds, I spat on his dick. Within seconds, I felt another throb and volleys of sperms were released on my face and in my mouth. He cummed even more than the previous time. I swallowed some of it.

“Stand up!” He commanded.

I did, still dripping with his cum. He was sitting on his chair so my dick was at his eyes level. I was stunned when he grabbed my dick with his right hand and started to jerk me off furiously.

“Your turn my boy, let it go. Give me that cum.”

I looked down at him, baffled. He was working my dick like a pro.

After less than a minute, he asked me to release my milk on his face. And I did. I nutted right on his glasses. It was glorious. I had not cummed that hard since I got in this prison, the sperm was thick and very white. My jizz was covering the glasses entirely, the poor warden could no longer see a thing but he was still wearing them proudly. What the actual fuck?

Drops fall from the glasses onto his lips and Deen was just smiling, content.

Crazy bastard! I thought, still in disbelief this was actually happening.

“Go back to your cell, boy. You can wash yourself with the towel.”

“No need to show off to Guard Falcon?”

“No need. Not this time.”

I cleaned myself up as much as I could and put back the towel around my waist. The Warden had still my cum on his face! Maybe I had misjudged his style. He could be full of surprises.

“Sir.” I spoke.

“What?” He barked.

“What was it for? I thought that last time, I had paid for my mistake with Frenchy and I…”

“Look, Braxton.” He took off his glasses, that meant we were having a serious talk. “I’m just here to help the inmates make the best of their experience in prison. A little bird told me that you make the other inmates believe that you are a straight man.” He licked his lips again, but this time, he swallowed some of my cum in the process.

As I remained silent, he finished his thought:

“I thought you would need to release some tension to get through those tough times.”

I marked a pause, thinking a lot about what I should say next. I could insult him. I could threaten to denounce him. Was he blackmailing me?

“Thank you, Sir.” I finally said, all he had told was true. “Do you think that if we were to keep this up, I might get out of here sooner? Would not it be a proof of good behaviour?”

I had to try.

He looked back at some papers on his desk but he did mumble:

“We’ll see.”

Warden Deen was a crazy fucker but this might turn out to be useful after all… Was I really going to take advantage of this? What would this make of me? A whore?

[MORE TO CUM]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 9: Heatwave (Part 2)

It was Falcon and his stupid bald head, barking at me, as per usual.

“What’s happening?” I asked, wondering what the hell I could have done this time.

“Just follow me.”

“Ok, I’ll just put back some…”

“No, no need to wear any clothes, just keep the towel and follow me, this is urgent.”

It was the second time Falcon was taking me away from Kurtis and he knew something was up. When Kurtis asked about it later on, I lied and told that I just had to sign some paperwork but I was pretty sure he was convinced that Falcon was fucking me.

It was not the case though.

I was not even sucking Falcon’s dick. No, he was taking me to someone else I needed to serve. Warden Deen.

I walked in the corridors still semi wet with just a towel around my waist, we passed by Glenn whose eyes were glued to my crotch area. Apart from him, nobody really cared though. Everybody knew that Falcon was a crazy motherfucker and the majority of the inmates were already semi naked at all times, so a guy wearing just a towel, that was not that surprising.

When we got to the Warden’s office, Falcon stayed behind. I looked at him worryingly but he mostly ignored me. He nodded slightly, inviting me to knock. I would go in alone.

Deen called me in and I opened the door nervously. There was air conditioning in his office. It felt nice. I got suddenly very self-aware that I was in the nude except for my towel. It was like one these nightmares where you are called into the principal’s office and you realize you are butt naked.

But this time, it was real. I was not dreaming. And Warden Deen also noticed, his eyes widened behind his glasses at my sight. He smiled largely.

“Well! Bloody hell, that’s a first! You did not even bother putting some clothes on.”

“I… I’m sorry… I did not know I would come here, Guard Falcon told me to…”

In his usual fashion, the Warden turned towards me on his chair and spread his legs. He held a hand in the air to make me shut up.

“No need to justify yourself, inmate. I don’t blame you. You wanted to wear an outfit that you deemed appropriate for a visit to your warden and you thought that a sole towel would be the best option.” He sighed. “You were wrong, of course.”

“Warden, this was not my decision...”

“Shut up, Braxton. We are not all used to the fag ways!”

I looked at my bare feet. What the hell was he talking about? I could already tell that he was hard under his pants.

“Wearing a towel in an office is totally out of place, inmate. Take it off.”

This time, I stared right in his eyes.

“Sir, I am naked underneath.”

“Take it off.” He repeated distinctively, licking his own lips. I could see his bulge growing further in his fancy pant suits.

I dropped the towel on the floor. I was surprised, my dick was semi-hard. Probably the reminder of my time in the shower with Kurtis or maybe I was actually aroused by the warden’s tone. I had to come to terms with the fact that I was a perv at this point…

“Was it what you wanted, Sir?”

I asked, almost defying him.

He did not pay attention to me.

“You know the drill, on your knees, and come here. My dick needs a throat massage.”

There was no pretending anymore. No time to waste. He wanted me to go straight to business. I crawled towards the warden and waited for him to give me his big veiny dick. He did not. He put his hands behind his head, I had to unzip him and release the monster under his pants myself.

I did it. He was not wearing any underwear. Despite the air conditioning, there were hints of sweat on his balls and pubes.

I was not too sure what I was being punished for, or if I was punished at all. I was not sure If I was consenting on some levels to what was happening. All I know is that I swallowed his dick, felt his precum in my mouth and then I licked his sweaty balls.

Deen moaned and then put one of his hands behind my head, pushing me further down his shaft. He wanted me to choke.

“Fuck, one of the best mouths that I had.”

And I bet he must have had hundreds of mouths before mine, in that office. How come nobody ever denounced him? I guessed that if I was not willing to tell anyone what was happening at the time, this made sense that he could remain hidden all these years. None of the inmates was in a position to challenge the prison’s warden.

He spat on my face several times. I could see that he was getting aroused by the fact that he was making me do this, that it was not my decision. I was certain that he would not enjoy it that much if I looked too willing. Clearly, he did not care about finding gay guys in bars, he could have dated tons of them, he was handsome, sexy, fit. What he wanted was using his power. He wanted to submit unwilling subjects.

Was it the whole reason he had become a warden in first place or did this habit came with the power? I would never know.

My eyes were filling with tears as he was pushing me for harder deepthroats. Kurtis had shared that he loved sloppy blowjobs earlier in that week. It was one of my specialities, I was certain that I could help make him feel good. Austin loved it too back in our college days.

Fuck, again you caught me my dear reader! I was sucking a man’s dick while thinking about another inmate… and about Austin!

Why did not I think about Griffin first? For God’s Sake, he loved deepthroat as much, if not more, than the next guy!

Deen slapped me. Harder than usual. I was destabilized. He laughed it off.

“Damn, you are hard.” He said while sliding down his pants completely. “You love that dick too much, take a piece of that instead.”

The Warden moved up his legs, helped by his desk to maintain his position, and exposed his musky and very hairy asshole to me. There were some grey hairs in this bush.

“EAT IT!” He barked.

I had never been one to refuse my tongue to a male asshole. My dick was dripping with precum on the carpet. Jesus, was I really enjoying this?

Going on his hole, I did not pretend like I did not know what I was doing. Immediately, almost instinctively, I buried my whole face in this warm ass, and my tongue found its way into his anus and then, into his insides. I was desperately searching for his prostate.

“FUUUUUUUUCK.” He moaned.

He grabbed my hands so they would jerk off his cock at the same time. He was about to cum. I was indeed too good at this.

“LICK THAT HOLE, INMATE! DEEPER!”

“Mmmmmm.”

I was the one moaning. I dug deeper into his asshole. I looked for his most sensible spot inside his body but he was already losing it, as he was about to cum, he pushed me back. I had managed to throw him off his game. I bet the other inmates were not so eager when he asked them for a rim job!

“Come on my laps, inmate! This is unacceptable!”

I was shaking a bit but obliged. It was surreal. What was unacceptable? I only did what he made me do!

SLAP.

He spanked my bare ass once.

SLAP.

My hard dick was rubbing against his. I was punished because I enjoyed eating his ass too much!

SLAP.

He was whispering in my ear: “Did your fiancé spank you like that?”

SLAP.

“Answer me, boy.”

SLAP.

“Sometimes Sir, only when I ask him to.”

I felt his dick throbbing when I said that. What kind of sick game was he playing? Were we both playing?

“OF COURSE, YOU WOULD ASK THAT FROM YOUR FIANCE! YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU WANT THAT ASS TO BE SPANKED, TO BE FUCKED.”

And he started spanking me harder, I was getting really scared, I felt like his dick was about to explode against my groin.

“Sir, please.” I begged.

SLAP.

It was starting to hurt really much.

“YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD BOY. YOU HAVE ENDED UP BEHIND BARS FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON!”

SLAP.

“Sir… You are hurting me.”

SLAP.

He spread my ass cheeks and I felt his spit inside my asshole. I did not want him to fuck me. This had to stop.

“Sir, please. Sir, the other inmates, they will see!” I mumbled. “The marks on my ass!”

My ass was surely getting purple at this stage. He stopped hitting me. I had made a good point.

He had to be careful. He was playing with fire often but he could not take unnecessary risks. He had been careless too many times already.

The warden pushed me back on my knees, I felt dizzy, staring at his big cock before my eyes. His asshole was tempting me again, he was still spreading his thighs.

“Make me cum.” He stated calmly.

I knew what I had to do, I massaged his balls as I was going back and forth on his big dick with my mouth. I made gagging sounds, I spat on his dick. Within seconds, I felt another throb and volleys of sperms were released on my face and in my mouth. He cummed even more than the previous time. I swallowed some of it.

“Stand up!” He commanded.

I did, still dripping with his cum. He was sitting on his chair so my dick was at his eyes level. I was stunned when he grabbed my dick with his right hand and started to jerk me off furiously.

“Your turn my boy, let it go. Give me that cum.”

I looked down at him, baffled. He was working my dick like a pro.

After less than a minute, he asked me to release my milk on his face. And I did. I nutted right on his glasses. It was glorious. I had not cummed that hard since I got in this prison, the sperm was thick and very white. My jizz was covering the glasses entirely, the poor warden could no longer see a thing but he was still wearing them proudly. What the actual fuck?

Drops fall from the glasses onto his lips and Deen was just smiling, content.

Crazy bastard! I thought, still in disbelief this was actually happening.

“Go back to your cell, boy. You can wash yourself with the towel.”

“No need to show off to Guard Falcon?”

“No need. Not this time.”

I cleaned myself up as much as I could and put back the towel around my waist. The Warden had still my cum on his face! Maybe I had misjudged his style. He could be full of surprises.

“Sir.” I spoke.

“What?” He barked.

“What was it for? I thought that last time, I had paid for my mistake with Frenchy and I…”

“Look, Braxton.” He took off his glasses, that meant we were having a serious talk. “I’m just here to help the inmates make the best of their experience in prison. A little bird told me that you make the other inmates believe that you are a straight man.” He licked his lips again, but this time, he swallowed some of my cum in the process.

As I remained silent, he finished his thought:

“I thought you would need to release some tension to get through those tough times.”

I marked a pause, thinking a lot about what I should say next. I could insult him. I could threaten to denounce him. Was he blackmailing me?

“Thank you, Sir.” I finally said, all he had told was true. “Do you think that if we were to keep this up, I might get out of here sooner? Would not it be a proof of good behaviour?”

I had to try.

He looked back at some papers on his desk but he did mumble:

“We’ll see.”

Warden Deen was a crazy fucker but this might turn out to be useful after all… Was I really going to take advantage of this? What would this make of me? A whore?

[MORE TO CUM]

I wonder if the warden has anything to do with the professor Ty hooked up with. They are both similar to me

 

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Sooooooo good!