Settling In 3

Themes/tags: Prison, confinement, dubious consent, caging, gay male, first person POV

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:

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Taking a breath, I looked around the interior of my new home. It was quite sparse. Bare, concrete floor and walls, a simple twin bed in the corner, and one of those toilet-sink combinations against one wall.

Tall, iron bars ran from floor to ceiling on one side, with a heavy sliding door in the middle, allowing me to see into the hallway. It was quiet in here at least, peaceful even, which was one bright spot.

Another bright spot came intermittently from the opposite wall. From the window, that is, whenever the sun happened to hit it at just the right angle. It was cut out in the concrete wall, bars running from top to bottom. Allowing me a view of a world which, for now, I could not be a part of.

Was I ever? It's not that I had ever fit in well anyway. But now, it seemed, that point was driven home even further. After all of my hard work and clumsy attempts to play the game,

this

was where I had ended up. From being part of the rat race to being trapped like one.

There was a mirror hanging over the sink, cloudy and distorted, yet still allowing me an okay look at my orange jumpsuit. How dapper I looked, I thought. I adjusted the lapels before tensely reaching up and fingering the metal shackle around my neck. Then I ran my hands over the rough canvas covering my sides, feeling the uniform I would be required to wear during my stay here.

At least I wasn't handcuffed now, but that could always change. I shivered as I recalled the first taste I got of the metal cuffs linking my hands behind my back.

I heard footsteps down the hall. As they drew closer, a guard came into view.

I recognized him. We were friends before. But on equal terms. At least, it seemed, up until that last conversation we had had outside of these walls.

At that time, he had listened intently as I described some of my most troublesome bondage and control fantasies to him in excruciating detail. As I got them off of my chest, his smile only got wider.

Maybe it had been a mistake to have done that.

"Good afternoon," he said cheerfully. "Hope you are settling in okay."

Pursing my lips, I glared at his smug countenance as he stood safely on the other side of those bars.

"God damn it," I said, stepping up and tensely wrapping my hands around the cold metal. "Let me out."

"But why?" he asked innocently. "You belong in here, after all. You know that."

"I haven't done anything!" I shot back.

Slowly, his smile became broader, appearing on the verge of laughing. "Oh, you know this isn't about anything you've done. It's about what you

are

. And that's something you can't escape."

As he verbally prodded me back, I blinked, a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. My knees quivered as I squirmed in place. It was becoming apparent that I wouldn't be leaving this place any time soon.

"Remember, you

needed

this," he continued, his words like a dagger. Yet, my stomach fluttered at them. Bashfully, I looked down and away from him at the floor, shutting my eyes.

It was true. He understood me quite well, it seemed.

Reaching through the bars, he crudely tussled my hair. Then he slipped a finger under my shackle and pulled it towards himself, forcing me to look at him again and sandwiching the bars between both of our bodies.

"Look, you degenerate," he growled, his lips turning up into a sneer. "Just make sure you behave. We have a lot of leeway on how we can keep you in line."

I squirmed some more, unable to ignore the very stiff erection I had developed. Seeming to sense that, he reached down to pat me right on the front of my bulge, causing it to jump. I gasped and groaned, gripping the bars more firmly.

Then he gave me a kiss on the forehead before letting me go, stepping away and out of sight. I just huffed and watched as he left, feeling a pang of annoyance, my hair now slightly more disheveled.

Oooh, that bastard, I thought. He was dreaming if he thought I would cooperate. I wasn't about to make things easy for him. Besides, it seemed that I owed it to him to make things more interesting anyway.