All characters are of legal age.
A few months had passed by and Smiley or the Baker depending on his mood and intentions had 'introduced' me to many of the interested prisoners, most were frustrated and a usable slut was popular, I'd been fucked a few times a week and sucked cock a few times more.
I was constantly horny, teenage horny anyway but especially twink, fag, slut horny with a few dozen horny and frustrated pervert prisoners to satisfy on-demand horny.
By this stage, I had begun shaving all my body hair and had grown my hair into a then-fashionable ponytail and I wore skin-tight jeans all the time, going commando and otherwise naked unless the weather or family and community standards demanded less me, less 'advertising' and more teenage son of an officer, as instructed by the Baker.
After quickly becoming the 'camp bike' I'd relaxed and accepted my desire for the sex and defined and become sure of my love of sex, all kinds of it, I still occasionally got to enjoy wanking off watching the wife of an officer sunbathe nude, sometimes not alone and I'd enjoy watching her suck and fuck, just as I used to, only now I'd also be grinding down on a thick rubber plug, even more frequently I'd orgasm and spill my seed while being fucked by cock!
Smiley, the Baker and my groomer was by now effectively my pimp, not that I saw that back then. I was caught up in the thrill of just so much illicit /immoral behaviour associated with mindblowing pleasures.
He arranged when, where and who got to use me, for I never knew what price and during the morning bread delivery ride I'd get my orders for the day when I helped him. Usually, I got 'orders' every day I was free of my studies at university as I had ensured most weekends and Wednesdays and Fridays were free, the house was empty and I was available.
This particular Saturday I met the Baker at the bikeshed near the kitchen and hopped up on the handlebars and moved off up the drive towards the quarters, halfway through the orchard the Baker unexpectedly stopped.
"Get down."
I slid from the handlebars and turned to face him, he looked stern, the Baker,
"Undo those jeans and lower them so I can get at you."
Keeping my head down I undid the buttons and slid the jeans down my thighs where they'd hopefully stay put a d fall to the ground exposing the perversions I was involved in.
"Turn around," he commanded
I turned around to face up the road towards the quarters praying no one from there or the prison appeared just now when something fluttered behind me and a soft bundle hit my shoulder, it was white cloth.
"Bend over and pick it up and put it on then climb back up behind the breadbox on my bars."
With straight legs which I parted as much as the jeans permitted I bent from the waist and reached for the cloth bundle, I knew my exposed cock, balls and especially arsehole were being hungrily devoured as the rapist imagined 'fucking me up' and increasing his excitement and his threat to me. Aroused and not now caring where I was I delayed rising and wiggled my hips allowing my genitals to slap my inner thighs displaying for him.
"Get it on and get up here you fucking tease," he growled.
I quickly tied on the long white bakers' apron which came below my knees and slightly crossed at the rear. I stepped to the bike and climbed onto the handlebars my legs between them and the breadbox which was built over the front axle. The apron parted as I sat across the bars and my bare thighs touched the warm metal, my buttocks the rider's side of them just above the reinforced steering head.
This Saturday the bread delivery was a bit later at 0900, but no one would notice as it was already warm and going to be very hot so most of the officers had packed up their families and went to the local sports club pool a good hour by car. Anyway, they'd all be drinking and partying until late evening. It was a weekend visitors-day so with minimum officers working and with 'Fat Albert', a lazy, fat bastard who never left the office being the day-boss, security would be lax and a lot of the time most of the prisoners would be unobserved for hours at a time only having a parade in the morning at 0800, 1200 and again at 1700 leaving them free to do almost anything they wanted unless they had a visit where the officers would be.
The Baker steered one-handed while surreptitiously fingering my arse or pulling my genitals back between my thighs and squeezing my erection and/or balls under the apron and whispering hoarsely what he had organised for the day, describing what I would be doing later.
Slowly riding along in front of the largely empty quarters we only stopped twice so I could jump off the bike and deliver the bread to each of several houses, pick up tomorrows orders and then remount the bike and his fingers.
After the first stop on remounting I mounted all of the Bakers fingers which he slowly twisted and swirled around in my slackening sphincter and described how he would use, abuse and fuck me up tomorrow after I'd been used by my customers and he'd been paid and received a report on my performance.
After the second stop, instead of turning about and returning to the prison, he rode on to the very end of the line of houses and the 20 bedroom single mens' quarters. This long and empty building was isolated by 50m or so of scrub, he stopped after turning up past the end of the building along the wall with just the bush on looking.
"Be in the woodshed at 10 sharp. "
I nodded as he withdrew his knuckle deep fingers leaving me hanging open to greasily grasp and squeeze my genitals hard making me quietly squeal.
"Take your toys slut. I've got a few loving couples who'd like to FUCK UP a faggot, 'especially' a white boy and the son of a boss!"
He twisted my genitals and squeezed harder causing me to grunt and tears spring to my eyes as the Baker got off the bike and using my cock and balls pulled me around the front of the and pushed me over the breadbox.
"You haven't answered slut."
Confused, pained and highly aroused I merely grunted, lube dribbling out of my gape.
The Baker growled,
"Slut." and shoved his free hand into my rectum.
I squealed, people were moving about even if not near us and I was excited and scared we'd be caught.
"Please, sir. please!" I begged.
He lent in close behind me and in a deep growl, I had heard only when he wanted to take me roughly and act out his rape desires.
"Shut up Slut! Take it!"
He began to make a fist inside my rectum pressing against my prostate.
"You've got customers in about half an hour so I can't FUCK, YOU, UP!" He growled. I whimpered, my arse responding to the now freely rotating fist that was slowly going deeper.
"Tomorrow I'm going to FUCK, YOU, UP!"
He ripped out his clenched fist. I gagged back a scream and pushed out my arse so it began to prolapse in oh so near an orgasm.