Warning: This story contains racial slang that could be deemed offensive by some people. If that type of language offends you I recommend not reading.
Chapter 4
I can't lie, I was nervous to go into work tonight. First, I had to see Mike, I wasn't sure how he would act around me. Part of me was worried that he would try to flex in front of the other guards and in doing so slip up about me. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch, he could get all cocky and start bragging about how he dominated this girl (meaning me) and then not realize he divulged who the other person was without thinking. However, he was always bashing the gays and if he got a blowjob from a dude he'll be a small step from being called gay himself. So I didn't think he would come out right and tell everyone because frankly it doesn't put him in the best light either.
Then there was how to handle Marcus, earlier I had come to the conclusion that I will sever ties with him and Yolanda. But honestly I wasn't sure how that would go down. I know I had an awesome orgasm while thinking of Marcus dominating and fucking me but I had to leave it as just that, a fantasy in my head. I was just worried when I ran into him, what would he say? But if I stopped coming to see him would he start telling everyone about me? He wouldn't have any proof of course but often when there's smoke there's fire and in this case there would be some truth to it. This was definitely a delicate situation that I had to navigate.
I sat in my car while conjuring up enough courage to head into work. Then I see Mike pull up in his truck, he pulls in right next to me and looks over at me and winks. Oh fuck, this is going to start before I even get out of my car. I give him a head nod and pretend to be looking for something in my glove box. I was hoping he would just head on in without me but I wasn't that lucky.
Mike gets out of his truck and comes alongside my driver's side door, he signals for me to roll down my window. I really didn't have a choice, I needed to keep him in check so compliance was my only option.
"Hey, what's up Mike?" I say trying to act nonchalant.
"What's up bitch, miss me?" He says.
"Mike, we can't do this here, people may hear or see us," I explained.
"It sure looked like you loved sucking my dick? You probably went home and rubbed one out reliving the experience. All you fags are the same."
"Please Mike, can we just keep this between us?"
"Okay, but remember what I told you, I expect you to suck my dick anytime I tell you to, so I want you at my house immediately after work. Plus, my apartment needs some cleaning," he chuckles as he walks away.
Whew, at least he's gone and sounded like he will keep it between us as long as I go to his apartment after work to give him a blowjob. Actually, that sounded like a good idea, I feel my dick get hard just from the thought of dropping to my knees to give my Master head. Crap, I can't think of him that way or I'll never get through my shift if every time I see him the first thing that pops into my head is he's my master and I wanted to suck his dick.
Surprisingly Mike was cool in the building, he was acting like we were close friends joking around with me. I knew it was all an act but for the sake of our secret it was a perfect front. The first half of the shift I was fortunate not to have to patrol in Marcus's or Yolanda's tier. But after my lunch break I noticed that would change and I would be patrolling in their area. I could only hope that by that time they were both asleep.
After lunch I head out on my rounds, as I approach Yolanda's cell all seems quiet. I passed by her cell and took a casual look inside, she was asleep, thank god. I double back to head to the next level where Marcus's cell was, I could only wish for the same result. This time my luck has run out, I could hear Marcus talking with his neighbor, then I could see the kites they were passing back and forth as I approached. Normally a guard would confiscate any notes (or kites) that were being passed around as usually that form of communication was about nefarious activities. But the last thing I wanted was to confront Marcus, I knew I was still in a vulnerable state, I just needed to put some distance between him and I.
I pick up my pace and intentionally walk louder than normal, he wouldn't know which guard was coming so my hope was he would quickly jump back into his rack and pretend to be asleep. We all knew the game, inmates and guards both played it. We sometimes would act like we didn't know what was going on but we did. The inmates did the same thing, they knew we saw them doing stuff but we were smart enough to pick our battles.
This time as I approached I wasn't going to look into the cell, I figured the faster I walked would be the faster I got past. So far so good, I could no longer hear him and I assumed he was fake sleeping in his bed. Just as I get past his cell I exhale a sigh of relief. Then I hear his voice,
"Hey bitch, where have you been?"
I stopped in my tracks, I didn't want to turn around but it was clear who he was talking to. I hesitate for a moment and then I turn to look at him. He has his jumpsuit halfway off and his cock is hanging out with his hand stroking it. My eyes immediately darted down to his cock, man it was big. Even in the dim lighting it was very noticeable. I quickly think of something to say.
"I was off yesterday, and I'm behind on my rounds so I'll swing by later, okay?" I ask like I was seeking his permission to carry on.
"It don't work like that bitch, get over here...NOW!" He says in a raised voice that could easily be heard by anyone not asleep.
In an effort to get him to lower his voice I walked closer thinking it would not require him to talk so loud.
"That's it baby girl, come to daddy."
"Marcus, that ain't gonna happen, I need this job, there's no more daddy anymore."
He leans in as if he wants to whisper something, I naturally move in closer to hear what he has to say as the last thing I wanted was our conversation to be overheard. Just as I lean in to listen I feel him grab my wrist, I get too close, he slowly brings my hand to his cock.
"Remember what I told you, you're my property now bitch, and you will do what your told, understand me faggot?"
And just like that I was drawn in, I felt my hand open up and grab ahold of his cock. It feels so good in my hand, it's warm and smooth, and BIG. God I wanted it so bad. My dick was getting hard just from holding it. I slowly start to stoke it just as Marcus releases my wrist. I could pull away, and just beeline it out of here, afterall he's locked in the cell and wouldn't be able to do anything about it. But we both knew I wasn't going anywhere. I looked up into his eyes, he had a grin of victory and a body of a god.
"That's right sissy, I knew you couldn't resist this cock. Don't let me hear that nonsense again, understand?"
Quietly and reluctantly I hear myself say,
"Yes Daddy".
