Joaquin lay in his prison bunk, his cock throbbing in his hand. He was thinking about Angel. Angel, the woman who had told him she could not see him anymore.
She had found a man she wanted to marry, a man who could give her what she needed emotionally, love, understanding and security. A man she could depend on to treat her with kindness and always be there for her.
"That fucking bitch," Joaquin said to himself, "no woman says no to me! I'll teach that slut a lesson she will never forget!"
Before his arrest for assaulting that store clerk, he had been seeing Angel for a couple of months.
Their sex was amazing. There is something about the chemistry between a good girl and a bad boy that was like magic.
Angel had finally come to her senses and although physically attracted to Joaquin, realized he was cruel, undependable and a loser.
At first she had tried to help him. Being a nurse, her heart always seemed to reach out to people in need but she soon realized that he was trouble with a capital "T", especially when he asked her to moonlight at that strip bar to bring in some extra cash.
Joaquin called up to his sissy cell mate. "Get down here faggot and suck my cock!"
William quickly jumped down, fell on his knees and took Joaquin's erect cock in his mouth as he had done many times in the past.
He knew his master was thinking about Angel again and needed some relief, but he didn't care. He just wanted the chance to serve Joaquin, suck his cock and taste his cum.
Joaquin faced-fucked William without mercy, imagining it was Angel's throat he was abusing.
He shot his load deep down his prison-bitch's throat and pushed him away with his foot.
"OK bitch, get out of my sight!" he told William with disgust.
Joaquin didn't consider himself gay, prison bitches were there to use until you were released. He actually hated them and mistreated them often.
This was the last night before Joaquin was to be released. Soon, he thought, soon I will teach that slut a lesson. He fell asleep, dreaming of revenge.
He was awoken by the guard the next morning.
"Ok Joaquin, time to leave," the guard said, unlocking his cell door and handing him some clothes on a hanger and a paper bag full of the belongings that he had turned in when he was first incarcerated. "Check it out and sign here."
Joaquin when through his belongings: A cheap suit, a white shirt, a pair of alligator shoes, fifty dollars in cash, an expensive watch, and his wallet.
Joaquin signed the receipt, changed into his civilian clothes and followed the guard down the long hallway to freedom.
He didn't bother to say goodbye to William who had served him in so many ways for so many nights.