The Bitch Taes Charge

"AM I a terrible person?" Patrick looked into the reflective polished steel, shifting his head from side to side until he could easily find his eyes in the rounded surface, reflecting his world in a fish eye. "No, it will be okay, I'm not so bad. Pretty sure."

And he wasn't so bad, just had a bad relationship with circumstance. And that's the kind of relationship that gets you put in prison. Today was Patrick's first day in prison, and I'm sure it's going to be just fine.

He'd always been pretty good at being just fine, but no better. He'd managed the music store in the mall until it closed, he'd been a maitre d', worked in a call center, and he'd been at the bank for about 8 months until everything went left. He hadn't been a successful man, but he was confident. He'd always had a great way with women, was loved by their parents, was popular, and had never really had to work too hard for things to be alright. Had he made some mistakes? Well sure, a first day in prison will attest to that. But was he actually bad? No, he probably wasn't.

When he'd first understood that there was a chance he'd go to prison, he hadn't been afraid. There wasn't a lot going on his life, and he didn't think prison would have too detrimental an impact in the long run. In fact, he was a pretty athletic guy and he thought the time to focus on his health and having the time to work out a lot might be really beneficial. Of course he'd heard about the violence inside and the aggressive social atmosphere, but as he'd been most of his life, he was confident.

When he'd gone through processing and was escorted to his cell he still felt pretty good. The correction officer didn't seem to be a big talker and had shut down Patrick's attempts to make small talk with annoyance. walked him past a cell and pointed inside, and kept walking; Patrick paused.

"In here?"

The correction officer stopped. He took a long time to turn around and look at Patrick. He didn't look real happy he'd been questioned. But then he smiled. Smiled? Sneered. He sneered and that was a little concerning.

"No. I've got a better place for you," he said turning and walking down the corridor. He stopped before a new door and said, "Back. New cellie." He heard some movement inside.

Patrick walked up and stepped inside, glancing quickly, before turning to the C.O. "Thank you for your help, I appreciate it." He was going to be here for just two years, there was no reason to lose his dignity over just two years.

The C.O. smiled back. "Oh. It was my pleasure." It was a real smile this time, Patrick knew things were still on track. When he turned around, he heard the "click" that meant the next two years of prison had begun.

He looked over his three cellmates. They were each sitting on their bunks, and each had his cock in his own hand, slowly stroking and semi hard. He hadn't been expecting that. The first man cleared his throat and nodded when Patrick made eye contact.

"Come over here now." But Patrick stood still, his first genuine panic in a long time. Two years here. The biggest of the three men got up, he stood at least a foot taller than Patrick and was easily twice as big as him in every way. He walked toward him, making eye contact and not breaking it, still stroking his very big dick.

"WAIT!" he said.

"No." they all answered as the man grabbed Patrick's arm.

"Listen, give me one minute to say something, I have an idea. After that minute you're going to do what you're going to do regardless, so please let me say this one thing, I think you're going to say it's worth it." He tried to pull his arm free, but it was no use.

"We are, you're right. What do you want to say?" The first man who had spoken was clearly the one in charge, and the man holding Patrick's arm tightened his grip as he quit fighting.

"Listen, you can take whatever it is you want, obviously I don't want that, it's going to hurt. And I'm going to be here for the next two years, and I'll have to live with everyone treating me like shit and calling me a bitch, and maybe doing the same thing you're doing. I don't want any of that, and honestly, you don't either. So let's talk about this. I don't want to be treated like a bitch. Now you didn't know this because you didn't just ask, I do really love sucking cock. You don't need to force anything. But here's my idea. I will, tonight, suck all three of your dicks. I will take my time and enjoy it, and so will you, and all three of you will cum in my mouth and I will swallow it. And for the next week, nothing happens. I don't touch you, you don't touch me, no threats, I spend the week meeting new people, and I listen to hear if anyone talks about me sucking your dicks. And if no one talks, this time next week I will start sucking your dicks every night, and I will keep doing it until I leave."

Blank faces, but the big man, still holding Patrick's arm said, "I want to fuck you." Patrick turned to face him, and he took the man's cock in his hand and said, "I might want that too, but we have to build that trust. If I want it, I will say..." Patrick knelt down and put the big cock in his mouth and began to suck. He sucked as hard as he could until the man was fully hard, the hair of his belly rubbing against Patrick's forehead every time he went all the way down. Then he looked up and made eye contact as he sucked in and out down the shaft. He pulled the cock out of his mouth and said in a very soft voice, "will you please fuck me tonight?"

His mouth dropped open and he said back, "Yes!" Still quiet, but he really meant it. Patrick stood, still slowly stroking the man's cock. He looked at the man in charge and said, "Do we have a deal?"