Becoming His Prison Bitch

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Lexus woke in the morning, feeling incredibly sore. He moved to sit up, and the events of the day before flooded his mind. The anxiety ridden trial, the conviction, the strip search, the... He moved, and his asshole clenched, feeling crusty and sticky from the cum that dripped from his passage last night. The bed was empty however, and he sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. "Morning sunshine." Came the voice of Darian. His boss. Darian was brushing his teeth in the sink, the water running. Lexus glanced around, and saw that the door to the cell was ajar. He looked back to Darian.

"Good morning Boss." He said carefully adjusting himself. He'd managed to cover up with a sheet last night but now in the bright lights it barely did anything to hide the fact that he was bottomless, or his morning wood. He felt hot in the face as he realized how many guards and fellow inmates walked by the cell and saw him laying next to Darian without any pants on. He knew his position beneath DC wouldn't remain a secret, but still... "Boss... Can I get dressed?" He asked looking up at Darian.

Darian glanced back and let out a laugh. "Heh. Yeah, boy, get dressed."

Lexus didn't need prompting. He immediately grabbed his clothing and shuffled his pants on, and changed his shirt next. Finally clothed properly, he jumped up, wincing as his asshole twinged a bit, and collected his stuff to brush his teeth and comb out his hair. He waited patiently for Darian, letting his mind wander.

Last night... A man touched his cock for the first time. And last night, he absolutely begged for more. But that couldn't happen again. Resigning to his fate was one thing. He didn't have to enjoy it.

Darian looks over his shoulder and rinsed his tooth brush. Then he pulled out a floss container. "Kneel." He said, smirking.

This was how it started yesterday. With him on his knees. He took a deep breath and slowly bent down, settling on his knees beside DC. He took a deep breath knowing this wouldn't be very comfortable.

Darian clearly didn't like where he'd settled because he grabbed him by his hair, and Lexus let out a yelp, grabbing him by the wrist to protect his scalp. Quickly he shuffled to the side to put himself where he was placed: halfway between Darian and the sink, so close to him that Darian straddled his thigh and his leg was almost touching Lexus' throbbing crotch. Then a knuckle came down hard on the top of his head, floss wound in his fingers. "Open your mouth, dumb bitch. Can't you remember any directions?"

Lexus whimpered, holding the painful spot now on his head. He turned red, glancing nervously past the leg in front of him and looking out the door. Prisoners wandered past. A few glanced with a smirk into the stall. A few didn't. One craned his neck to see what was happening and openly laughed.

"They're laughing at you, boy. Get used to it." He reached down under his chin, and grasped his jaw between his thumb and middle finger, squeezing hard. Lexus let out a yell as pain shot through his jaw and he opened his mouth instinctively.

"Ok, ok!" He said out loud, and he looked up at DC, his mouth open. His breath became raspy and uneven as he mentally prepared himself for a throat fucking like he received yesterday.

But it didn't come. Darian finished flossing, shaved, and stepped to the side and took a piss in the toilet. When he turned back, his half erect cock was hanging, a bead of urine at the tip. "Clean it." Darian said.

Lexus looked up at Darian dumbfounded. He wanted him to lick the piss off his dick? Seriously? He wasn't a toilet whore! But really what choice did he have? The fact that they would be headed to breakfast soon was a big driving factor in Lexus' decision. Darian could very well leave Lexus alone out of spite, and he could not be left alone in that place. He didn't even know where to sit. His heart quickened. He realized he had little choice in this. He might as well be a good bitch. The more favor he had with the Boss, the better he would treat him, right? His cock throbbed. Maybe even let him cum? His ears reddened. He was seriously willing to...

Lexus leaned forward, lifting off his heels, his hands on Darian's thighs. He put his open mouth around Darian's cock. He felt the velvety smoothness of him on his tongue, and inhaled his scent with his nose buried in his curly pubic hair. The taste of his pee was sour on his tongue and he cringed. He closed his mouth around the head and sucked, drawing the last of the urine from his urethra. Gagging, he swallowed, and pushed his tongue against his slit one last time before pulling back. His eyes clenched shut, and he tried swallowing the taste out of his mouth before opening it again, sitting back on his heels.

DC laughed; he tended to do that a lot, and patted his head. "That's a good Lexi boy." He said, ruffling his hair. He pulled his pants up and fastened them, before stepping to the side and waving to the sink. Lexus stood slowly, meekly, and turned the tap back on, loading his toothbrush and giving himself a quick brush and rinse, and combed his hair. Then his Boss towards the open door.

Lexus felt panic hit his chest as Darian left the cell without him. He scrambled forward and stumbled over his own feet, grasping him by his shirt a few feet down the hall. He was panting.

Darian only chuckled.

Lexus realized that he'd only eaten a few bites, and then vomited it and everything else he had yesterday. He was starving. His stomach rolled and ached. He was looking forward to whatever kind of shit they had. He didn't care. He just needed food.

Darian led them to line where he happened to find a few of his buddies Lexus recognized the day before. They proceeded through the line, and Darian grabbed Lexus by the wrist and pulled him off his shirt.

Lexus panicked for a moment making a strangled whimpering sound, trying to grab onto him again. Darian grabbed him by the face, hand covering his mouth. "Relax. You're not gonna get put down today." He released him and gave his cheek a "you'll be ok" kind of slap. "You need to hold these." He handed him both breakfast trays, and Darian began choosing what each of them would have. Darian chose porridge and sausages, and selected scrambled eggs and toast for Lexus. Darian leaned over the counter to one of the inmates serving food and whispered something, and they passed him a bagel and a tab of butter. Lexus watched the exchange, figuring it must have been extra food he shouldn't have had. Darian grabbed two bottles of water and strolled off quickly between the tables, and Lexus tried to keep up while avoiding bumping anyone while laden with the two trays. The few inches between him and Darian became a few feet and that distance slammed in his chest. Fuck fuck fuck.

But luckily he caught up to him without significant incident, finding him in the corner on a bench with his back to the wall, a leg on either side of it. He patted the bench between his knees with a smirk and took the tray with the porridge from him. "Sit, boy." He said. His buddies joined them a few minutes later, chatting with Darian and amoung each other. None of them ever addressed Lexus, and Lexus didn't speak to to them, just as Darian had told him the day before.

Darian was half turned towards the table and began eating liesurely, taking his time, as if this cavernous room didn't make him nervous like it did him. Lexus gulped, and dug into his own, grateful for the luxury to eat at his own pace without fear of an attack, but he still ate quickly. He felt guarded and secure between Darian's legs. "Thank you, Boss." he said as he finished up his breakfast, and began gulping his water.

Darian had finished his porridge and sausages, and now sat looking out through the mess hall, ripping apart his buttered bagel and slowly chewing the pieces. Almost absentmindedly, he held a piece up to Lexus' mouth. He opened obediently, and turned red as he was hand fed by Darian. How humiliating. He saw a few men nearby eyeing their exchange. It didn't look like all of them were very understanding or forgiving of the situation. Lexus swallowed nervously. He spent this entire time so concerned about how men in search of a warm hole would treat him that he didn't consider...

Darian stood and pulled Lexus out of his train of thought, and Lexus stacked both trays, holding them under his arm as he grabbed him by the shirt and followed. They were halfway across the cafeteria when a short stocky man tripped Lexus, and he was on his way down to the floor before he could think. A shadow came over him as a man stood up from his table. He covered his head and curled, preparing for a blow like last time.

Not again

was his only thought before he heard a fist connect with bone directly above him. He looked up and quickly scrambled away, seeing the stocky mans beefy face reel backward after connecting with Darian's fist. The other inmates cleared the way, shouting as Darian and this other man - Lexus caught the name Barrel... barrel? Darrel! - began to trade blows. But Darian was quick and vicious and didn't take a single blow. He looked as if he was ridiculously light on his feet, as if he'd had training. His knuckles bruised on the man's gut and face, and one hit landed square on his throat. He was a dangerous man, Lexus thought...

... He hadn't considered the potential danger of being a bitch to a man who openly admitted he was gay. Homophobes like this man, who he would later find was new to this prison, having transferred from up North, would never have tried to fight Darian one on one in the mess hall if he knew his reputation. But he was blind with some rage about an imagined threat to his manhood because Lexus openly submitted to a man.

Lexus got off easy on his own first day, he thought.

Since nobody intervened during his own beating he didn't realize anyone would intervene on Darian either. But he heard whistled and pounding feet, and guards rushed in to subdue the instigators.

It happened in a.flash but Darian was on the ground being cuffed and dragged to his feet, and the other guard waited for a medic to take the other one to the infirmary. Lexus watched Darian pulled away, and caught his eye before he passed through the doors to the mess hall. He was alone. He glanced back at the table where they'd eaten and saw one of his friends standing up on a bench, staring right at him. He couldn't get back there because of the wall of bodies that gathered, and he didn't know if he should. They seemed accepting and protecting of Darian well enough but he wasn't one of them. He stared hard at the bloody mess that was Darrel for a long moment before he realized he was hyperventilating. He scrambled to his feet and ran, his small size and weight letting him fly. He took the stairs back to his cell two at a time and threw himself behind the bunk and out of sight. He learned how to depend on Darian way too much to be in here without him. He turned his body, peering around the corner to see through the open cell doors. He heard footsteps approaching and ducked back into his hiding place. But it was no use, the footsteps proceeded into his cell. "Itty bitty faggot boy." A voice said, laughing. "Does the little faggot miss his stupid fucking faggot boyfriend?"

Lexus didn't respond.

"Talking to you, princess." A rough hand grabbed him by the hair and dragged him across the concrete floor towards the open cell.door. he threw him down halfway through the door and claws marred his skin as they pulled his pants down to his knees.

He's been selfish he has. Boss never made him feel genuine fear. This was what rape felt like.

Lexus tried to get his knees under him, to scramble forward and escape the wrath of this man. He heard shouts and whistles as his pale ass cheeks were exposed under the bright fluorescent lights and he was pinned under a man's weight. Sour breath filled his nose as a strange cock penetrated his rectum. He whimpered loudly, pressing his forehead against the concrete to hide his face from the many onlookers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a uniform standing in the front row. Benny. He screamed as the man began to fuck his dry ass, pounding in and out. He felt like he was tearing open, his sphincter dragging on the man's dry cock.

"Alright that's enough. That isn't yours, Kendall. Get off him. Get your faggot ass out of here." Kendall pulled himself from Lexus, standing up and throwing a sleep of curses at Benny. The guard pulled out his baton and stepped toward Kendall, who spat on Lexus before stalking off. Lexus flinched as saliva splashed against his face, and the man named Kendall left him sobbing on the floor. Benny stood over him. "Not having very good luck, are you?"

Lexus looked up at Benny. He hated that man. In hindsight his abuses were mild compared to what he's endured since. He lifted himself slowly to his knees, pulling his pants back up over his hips. "What do you want?" He asked, whipping the spit off his cheek and away from his eye. The people watching seemed to go back to their business.

"You were involved in the scuffle earlier, you need to be checked into the infirmary, Lexi boy. Get up." He started to stalk off. Lexus looked around himself, glancing at nearby inmates. He could refuse treatment but that would mean he could be left here for Kendall to come back and finish what he started. He got to his feet, unsteady, and stumbled after Benny.

They went down two flights of stairs, and down a maze of halls. Lexus grew more nervous as they walked. He figured the infirmary would be above ground, close to the main cell block for convenience. But they didn't seem to be going there.

"Uh... S-sir... Where are we going." They came to a long hall with solid metal doors and slots in the bottom. The door buzzed loudly and Benny grabbed Lexus by the upper arm, dragging him through the doorway. "Solitary." he said cockily. "Fighting isn't permitted."

Lexus struggled against his grip, grabbing his hand and trying to peel it away from his arm. "Hey! I didn't fight!" He cried out, digging in his heels. "They attacked me! I'll take work, I'll do anything please!" Fear rolled off of him in waves; he hated small dark places. He'd rather take Kendall without a complaint.

The third door on the right was opened by a waiting guard and Lexus was shoved inside. The floor was padded but hard, sort of like an old booth in a 24 hour diner, which he hit hard. Jumping upward, he scrambled back towards the door. "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE!"

Lexus heard the door latch, and there was a deafening silence. He let out a whine, pawing at the door to try to find a knob or latch or something. But nothing worked. Every time he thought this place had thrown its worse at him... He clenched his eyes tight, straining to try and see red behind his eyelids so that he could pretend there was light in here. But there wasn't. As he started to calm he realized with a sinking feeling that he wasn't alone.

He felt the compression of the padded floor behind him before a hand grabbed him around his mouth and an arm wound around his waist. He thrashed, his legs unfolding out from under him, and kicked hard. The force surprisingly caught the large man off guard and threw them both into the floor. "Hey!" Shouted a familiar voice. "Calm down. Relax."

Lexus' eyes filled with tears of anger and relief. "You left me!" He screamed yanking out of Darian's grip as they both tried to right themselves. Darian grabbed him again by his upper arms, his grip tight as a vice, and Lexus shoved and hit him. He pushed against his chest, throwing all.of his weight backwards. "You left me! I trusted you, and you left me!" He was blind in the darkness, and his struggles had him falling against a wall covered in that similar material.

Darian said nothing. They shifted until his hard body was between Lexus and the wall, and sat down with Lexus in his embrace, pinning him down with his side against Darians chest. He laid his leg over both of the struggling man's, effectively restricting his movements.

Lexus slowly calmed in his grip. His breath still came in sharp short bursts, any attempt to draw a deep breath causing his lungs to seize and ache. Despite his anger and fear of being locked in this room, he felt safe in this man's embrace. The thought renewed his anger and he twisted sharply, straining his arms against Darian's grip. He knew he couldn't break free but he wanted to inconvenience him. He felt like being petty was his only defense.

It was 10 minutes before either of them said anything, or moved. Lexus' breathing had returned mostly to normal and Darian slowly released his grip. Lexus flung himself away from Darian, who grabbed him by the arm to keep him from getting far. And then with a sharp pain his head whipped to the side and he fell hard against the padded floor, his face throbbing as he was slapped hard. In his minds eye, he imagined old Hollywood movies where the pimp would slap his hoe after cocking his arm back, hand firm, in a hard downward motion that would put her on her knees. He whimpered, holding his face. He felt Darian stand. "First of all." He said, his voice like ice down Lexus,' spine. "You will remember who you are talking to."

Lexus said nothing, curling up on the mat. "Second of all, you can't hit me for shit I don't even know about. I'm guessing something happened. Care to enlighten me?"

Lexus sniffed from the floor, and slowly sat up. He reached out and felt his pant leg and leaned into it, his forhead against his shin. "Guy named Kendall dragged me out of the cell and pinned m-me down in t-the hallway." He whispered, plucking at a stray thread he found in the seam of DCs pants. He focused on his solid form to distract himself from the walls that seemed to be closing in through the darkness.

Darian chuckled, and Lexus hit his fist against his thigh. "It's not funny!" He said loudly, and Darians chuckle turned to a snarl. "I-I'm sorry, Boss..."

"Kendall is a bitch and he loves fucking with wimps because it makes him feel powerful." He said. "All you gotta do to make that pussy back off is act like you're gonna hit him." He ran his hand through Lexus' hair, brushing it back from his cold, clammy forehead.

"So basically I got raped by the biggest bitch in this place. That's not gonna put a target on my back or anything."

"I protect my own. I wasn't expecting that asshole to fuck with you that day, I wasn't planning on ending up in here. Then I traded a favor for you with Benny."

It was as close to an apology Lexus figured he would get. He remembered that it was curious that Benny was the one to come up so often. He's interacted more with Benny than any other guard. "Do you ever plan to end up in solitary?"

"I've been in here 16 years, boy. Sometimes I need a change of scenery."

Lexus coughed, wondering how miserable he must be to pick fights on purpose to land in a dark padded room.

They sat-well, Lexus sat and Darian stood against the wall in silence for several long moments. Lexus felt the walls, invisible but so close to crushing him. He needed a distraction. He licked his lips, and he felt a shift in his loins as he imagined making Boss orgasm again. Of his own orgasms that have been denied to him so far.

He hesitated before Reaching up, folding his fingers over Darian's waistband. Darian's breathing changed but he said nothing. Lexus shifted, putting his knees under him and took a few too long moments to pop the button on his pants. His hands were shaking, and the longer it took the more foolish he felt. Darian didn't try to help him, and gave no indication that he was aware of his intent or wanted his services. This made Lexus feel insignificant. Besides his breathing he didn't move or change his posture at all.