Becoming His Prison Bitch

Holy shit, I'm back.

Its been what, 5 years?

A lot has changed but I hope you are all excited to see Lexi is BACK and things are getting Spicy!

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Lexus sat in the mess hall for dinner, picking at his mystery loaf. It didn't taste like beef, and one of Ron's friends mentioned how it might be vegetables. Lexus didn't give a shit either way, it was still gross. And besides, his mind was still back in the cell with Mason, despite having serviced two more people that day, and a dozen in the week since. None of the ceremony or intimacy came with the other incidences, and Mason had promised to buy more time before Lexus' court date..

He was caught in his daydreams by Steve when he licked his lips, staring down at his food. "Thinking about something juicy in your mouth, boy? Can't imagine it tastes any better than dinner though."

Lexus grinned, and lifted off of the bench, leaning over the table.

"Come on over here, Steve, I got a load, just a few minutes in your mouth and I can show you what it tastes like." Lexus grinned.

Steve didn't take his jab well, you could see it in his face. "Whatever man." He said, scoffing.

"Unless you already know what cum tastes like. Had a dick in you lately?"

Lexus was actually a bit surprised at how dismissive and defensive Steve became. Nobody else noticed, as they were too busy laughing about Lexus' response.

Lexus got up, ready to go back to his cell and wait for lights out when Benny cut him off. He looked serious, yet amused. Lexus sighed, and he scuffed his shoe against the floor.

"What now?" he asked. "It's too late for visiting."

"The warden would like to see you."

Lexus felt his heart sink. While he had no choice in his activities as Dom's bunk mate, he also could get into a lot of trouble if the warden suddenly decided to single him out for it. He could try to pin all of it on Dom, but that wouldn't sit quite well with him, seeing as though he would likely still need to return there to sleep at the end of it all.

"What does the Warden want?"

Benny chuckled. "Dom has talked highly of you. He just wanted a little chat. If the chat goes well, he may put in a good word at the hearing to cut your sentence short."

Lexus couldn't figure out why this made him uneasy. Again, an unknown. The prisoners, a known. He was used to what they wanted. A soft hole, whether they used him like a flesh object, pretended he was a soft female, or was a boy slut, they were all just sex deprived.

The Warden, however, went home every night. He had a wife too. He wasn't deprived, and even if his wife was dry as a Sahara or in menopause or whatever, he could always find a brothel or hire a whore or go barhopping.

After all, he wasn't such a bad looking guy. Still young.

Lexus stepped into the Wardens office, and the door clicked shut behind him. It was a grand place. Red polished wood, books on a matching shelf that spanned the wall, a thick window that overlooked the compound. The floor was old natural hardwood and squeaked slightly when you stepped.

"Lexi. Your reputation precedes you." He said, smiling, his eyes grazing down his exposed midriff.

"A good, rule abiding reputation, I hope." Lexus joked, crossing his hands behind his back.

"You certainly follow orders well, I hear. A bit of a rough start but im glad you've settled in and allowed this place to show you your flaws and mold you into a better person. After all, prison is all about Rehabilitation."

Lexus took note of his hidden meaning and his gaze dropped to the floor. "Yes Sir." It seemed as if he was going to be singled out after all.

"But your behavior in here is one thing. What is important is that you do well outside of these walls. Take what you've learned and become a productive member of society." The man's grey mustache twitched with his lip, and his almost golden eyes bore into Lexus'.

Lexus swallowed hard, and his heart began to race. He... was joking. Right? He couldn't possibly mean what he thought he meant.

"I erm..." He cleared his throat. "I certainly won't be coming back, Sir." He said nervously.

"I hope not. You are far more valuable to me out there than in here."

Lexus' blood ran cold, and he felt as if his jaw was glued shut. He couldn't speak. His nightmare wouldn't be over when he left. His eyes darted about nervously.

"Don't you worry. I'll have you back mentoring with Dom. We've er, enlisted his services, getting boys like you off the street and putting them to work before they end up here."

Half of his heart sank into his gut, the other clogged his throat. Dom... All of his studying and work to get out of this mess... But the idea of being near him again overwhelmed him.

"It would be great to work with Dom again." He said, faking enthusiasm.

The two of then shared a long look, and Lexus began to feel as if it may not have been the best choice of words. But he didn't know what the man would have preferred.

"Lock the door behind you, Lexus." The warden said, standing slowly, his fingertips pressed against the desk surface. They turned white slightly at the first knuckle as they took on weight.

It was quite the sudden change in tact. But obediently, Lexus the bolted the door and returned to his position in front of the desk. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what may happen. But really this was all old hat now. He was used to being a slut. And quite accepting of it too.

The Warden pointed to the polished red wood. "Lay down over that, Lexus. At the waist."

Lexus took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before stepping forward until his thighs touched the desk. He placed his palms down on the cool surface for a moment. Bend over the desk? He felt like he was in trouble at some catholic school. He could be beaten or fucked. Or both..

The Warden opened the drawer on his desk and produce a leather belt.

Beaten it was, Lexus resolved, and readied himself for the first strike. As long as he relaxed, he wouldn't bruise too badly.

Instead, he was taken off guard, and the belt wrapped around his throat. As it did, be took note that the wide brown leather had additional holes bore into it, allowing it to close quite tight. And it did, fastening around his throat so that he could barely breath.

He had been conditioned well enough to where he didn't fight it, at first. But when he realized it was tight enough to where he could barely drag in a breath if he concentrated and kept calm. Which proved quite difficult. If he panicked, it would have made it even harder to breath.

He found himself on his knees in the middle of the office, dragged backwards by the tail of the belt.

"I don't like to hear lies, boy. It makes me feel as if you are not going to take me seriously." He leaned back against the desk, crossing his legs at the ankle and his arms over his chest. "Are you taking me seriously now, boy?

Lexus grabbed at the belt, but didn't try to remove it. It took every ounce of concentration to remain calm, to drag in each breath. Even as he did, and the moments ticked by, he felt his lips begin to go cold.

He nodded quickly, which made his head spin.

"Good boy. If I feel as if you are going to desert me, I will find a way to make sure that you end up with that around your neck hanging from your jail cell. And I know your favorite client won't be happy if he were to have incidentally supplied you with the item of your suicide. And I don't think your mother would be happy if I made sure the papers knew her son became prison meat before his untimely death."

Lexus was really struggling now. His hands balled in fists, nails digging in his palms, but he couldn't feel the pain. He could hear his pulse in his ears and feel it behind his eyes.

"I understand." He tried to say, but he couldnt make a sound. "Please..."

His vision began to tunnel. Survival overroad obedience and he began clawing at the belt. But in order to remove a belt, you have to pull tighter to undo the latch. And that was proving impossible.

His fingers felt like clubs as be fumbled with the belt. He stared up at the Warden, helpless as his world faded to black.

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Lexus woke with a pounding headache the following day. His throat was sore and he couldn't speak. He tried to reach up to feel the damage, but his wrists were shackled to the bed.

"Oh dear, don't move. Relax, shhhh. I know this is quite shocking. I need you to avoid speaking. Please blink once if you can understand me."

Lexus blinked once, obedient.

"Good. Now, do you know where you are?" Blink. "

Do you know what today is?" Blink blink.

" It's the 14th, dear. We found you in your cell with your sheets around your neck, luckily George was doing his rounds and spotted you."

Lexus didn't blink at that. It was a lie. He breathed slowly, trying not to get worked up.

"As you know, suicide is a bit frowned upon, so you'll have to remain here in the psych ward for 48 hours." No blink.

"Ok dear. Well, I'll leave you to it. Get rest. The attendants will be around in the morning to take you to your temporary bed."

Lexus dropped his head against the pillow, regretting it instantly as pain radiated through his head.

The Wardens warning was crystal clear. If he didn't fall in line, he would kill him. He wouldn't be able to escape this life when he got out.

But Dom would be there. Dom was smart, Lexus had money and connections. He would be able to figure a way out for both of them.

He hoped.

Lexus put his cheek against the pillow and tried to get an hour or so of sleep.

He woke, however, to a warm breeze on his thighs. Wait, no, that was breath.

He jumped, finding his arms still restrained as they were.

"Wakey wakey!" A voice said, bright from the grin his face held.

Lexus jumped, a gasp managing to escape his swollen windpipes, but he couldn't imagine anything else.

A man, with a wild glint in his eye, laid low over his legs, straddling his knees. Lexus bucked his legs up, but the man didn't budge. He looked to his waist and found that his pants were down around his thighs.

He groaned. Which hurt.

"Shhhh. I overheard the nurses talking about you. You tried to kill yourself because you're a bitch, didn't you?" He said, his unkept nails digging into his thighs.

Lexus looked around frantically, but the only light was from half a moon glaring in through the blinds. He yanked on his cuffs.

"If you knew how to get out of those, you could save yourself." He said, smiling.

Lexus' eyes bugged out a bit. Save himself from what!?

Lexus felt the hand creep up his thighs, stroking his balls and wrapping around his cock. For all of his training, it was traitorously responsive.

But bound this way, he had no choice but to endure what he was subjected to. Panting, he felt his body release a wave of pleasure as he was fondled.

Jesus, how could he complain that the Warden wanted to make him a prostitute when he was so fucking responsive to even to this unwanted trespass after being strangled and threatened not too long ago? Was no misfortune sacred?

His head fell back and he moaned at the feeling of the strange hands stroking his cock from base to tip. The man on top of him groaned, as if Lexus' pleasure was his own. His middle finger and thumb made an O just under the head of his cock, twisting back and forth. Lexus clenched his jaw, arching his back in tortured ecstasy as the unique stroking sent shockwaves through his pelvis.

With each thrust into the strange man's hands, he came closer. He didn't spare any more energy to resisting. There was no real point. No matter what corner he turned, he would be offering himself to someone else.

The thought was almost freeing.

A hand closed over his shoulder, thick fingers curling against his collar bone.

"You seem to be enjoying my gift." Said a voice that sent a shiver down his spine and made the injuries to his neck throb.

He looked up at the Warden, cock throbbing in this strangers grip.

He managed a whimper.

The hand squeezed tighter.

"Oh don't you worry. I'm just making sure you received my reward. I must say, I hadn't intended on landing you here but you started fighting me in the end. That I cannot have, so now you have a warning. But, I could tell you were accepting of your future role, and so this is your reward."

Each word seemed to resonate with the waves flowing off if his cock. Fuck! He is seriously about to come in front of this man. It wasn't the most humiliating thing to happen to him, after all, he spent several hours tied to a shower bench in front of a lot of men, on the receiving end of a lot of men. But he didn't loathe Dom for that punishment. He certainly loathed the Warden.

Somehow, trying to kill him was on another level.

Unable to speak due to his injuries, he glared at the warden, intent to disappoint him. But the glare he embedded on his face did not cover his cock throbbing in the psychos hands.

"This... is Mr Ryan. Ryan is here because he tried to kill himself 16 times after being convicted of the murder of 12 young men and women simply because they told him no. Somehow never succeeded, obviously, I just think he wanted the attention. Ryan gets a lot of roaming privileges, especially when I need him to sweet talk a particularly stubborn client. I hope that you are enjoying Ryan's hard work."

Lexus felt as if he was doused in cold water. Rejection drove this man to a murder spree. And here he was with his cock in his hands.

"Why..." Lexus managed to croak, arching his back, his knees jerking as he neared an impending orgasm.

The Warden bent over the bed, his wide shoulders blocking out the light of the moon through the blinds. "I just want you to know that he will be watching you too." he whispered. Lexus felt himself erupt as the words brushed his ear and neck, his traitorous cock twitching in Ryan's hands. But he didn't really feel it through his whole body. The warden straightened up and winked, brushing the side of his nose with his index finger as the psycho Ryan extrapolated himself from his bed, leaving Lexus with his pants around his thighs and pale, hairless abdomen coated in semen.

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Lexus didn't sleep, simply yanked on his restraints until his wrists were raw trying to pull his pants up. He practically watched his own cum dry on his body as slowly as the sun rose, the waistband of his pants just out of reach.

The nurse strolled in around 9 and when she saw his pants around his thighs, she balked. Understandable.

"My god!" she gasped, taking a shocked step back. "What the hell... why.... what were you..." she couldn't get any proper words out. "We don't tolerate perverts in the medical ward!" she finally stumbled. "The staff don't deserve to deal with this, this job is stressful as is! Really!" She stormed off and returned with a pitcher if water and a washcloth and began to mop him up.

Humiliated but clean and properly covered, he didn't bother correcting the nurse on the circumstances that led him to the predicament in which she found him. Not only could he barely talk, but he also had nothing to say. What would he do? Claim the Warden sicked his dog on him in the middle of the night? He has no proof. It was his word against the Wardens. And so, there were no words to say.

It was a few days before he was able to leave the hospital, but they sent him back to his cell while everyone else was at dinner. He sat down on his bunk, but jumped up quickly, restless. As the halls began to flood again, he slipped out with the crowd and found himself in front of Mason's cell. "Hello, Daddy." Lexi cooed, batting his eyelids.

"Lexi baby.... my god what did they do to you?" Mason stood and crossed to Lexi, cupping the sides of his bruised neck. "Who was it? Just let me know, I'll kill them. I'm already in here for life."

Lexi shook his head. "They're untouchable." he said, his voice still raw. "But I'm hoping you will give me a bit of relief after being chained to a bed for 2 days straight."

Mason could always be counted on when Lexi needed a gentle hand. He took his preferred name, Daddy, seriously, and was always good at giving Lexi a little TLC when he needed it.

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Lexi stood behind the gates to the outside, unceremoniously handed a box of his items that he came to prison with. His trial lasted a few months after his incident with the Warden, and he was finally going to walk out of these doors and never look back. Well, except for a month from today, when he needed to find DC at the address that Dom so kindly tattooed onto his forearm a few days before with a needle.

The doors buzzed and clanged as he was let through one after another. Soon, he was released under the open, dreary sky, which was threatening to rain. Thunder cracked in the clouds, and he saw a flash of lightning in the storm clouds over the mountains.

There was a scraggle of reporters waiting outside of the gates. His mother ran forward from the limo, wrapping him in a designer leather coat, her handbag whacking him in the back. He suppressed a groan as he was shepherded to the stretched black SUV, and climbed into the backseat.

He felt as if he was still in a small cell, but the lights weren't bright and the floor wasn't made of painted concrete. He kicked his sneakers off and pressed his toes into the soft carpet, leaning his head back and peering through the sunroof as rain began to speckle the glass.

His mother was unusually silent, but after a moment, shoved a bag towards him. "Here, I went shopping for new clothes. I figured your size hasn't changed too much...."

She trailed off. Their last conversation flooded back to him, and he didn't mention her awkward silence. Instead, he pulled the clothes from the glossy designer shopping bag; a crisp button up white dress shirt, a vest, a tie, pressed slacks and pointed black leather shoes. He noticed that while these clothes were a tad formal, they would hug his form and accentuate his waist, especially with the cut and shape of the vest.

He cleared his throat, and his mother turned to peer out of the window. He pulled his plain white tee over his head and replaced it with the button up and pulled the vest snug around his torso. The silk tie had a blue handprint on it, an artistic touch, but it made him feel like a hand was reaching for his throat whenever he caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye. It made him uneasy.

He figured they'd go home, as he was desperate for a shower, but instead, the limo turned onto the freeway and sped towards the city. They stopped at a Barbers shop, where his mother had them trim his hair "properly" as she called it. Then they went to lunch.

Sitting down, his mother was right at home. She, after all, never left this world. She lifted the menu, and waved down a waiter with demanding confidence.

The young woman responded, and was dressed in pressed white and black uniform approached with a trolly topped with a bottle of chilled fresh water and a bucket of ice and two wine glasses. With a practiced flourish, she overturned the glasses onto the table, and uncorked the long necked bottle filled with fresh cold water. "So glad to see you again, Madame. Is this your son we have heard so much about?" The young woman asked with perky familiarity.

Lexus cleared his throat, and flashed a wide, hopefully confident smile, attempting to mimic his old swagger from a person who no longer existed. As she set down the bottle into the bucket of ice, he reached out to request her hand. "Lexus, if you don't mind." he said, introducing himself. While the words tumbled past his lips smoothly as if this was his world too, he felt out of place and awkward. He hoped it didn't show on his face.