MY CELLMATE (BxB) √ COMPLETED

CHAPTER ONE

The day after my eighteenth birthday, I was no longer able to stay in the juvenile detention center, and I was whisked off to another prison facility. But this time, it was a facility for adult criminals.

“Look at that tight little ass!” some guy yelled as I followed a female guard down the long austere hallway that led to my cell. The shackes clanked with every step I took.

“Come here, boy. I got a nice meal for you. We call it a cockmeat sandwich in here, and I have one with your name written all over it!”

The inmates banged against the bars and made all kinds of sexual comments, taunting me with jeers and catcalls. When I looked at them, they squeezed and rubbed their dicks while smiling at me. Some even mimicked blowjob movements. I had barely stepped foot in this place, and it was already shaping into a horrible experience.

“Now, that is some fine-looking piece of new hot meat for me right there! Wait till I come for you. Gonna make you my little cockslut!” a large, broad man yelled in my direction.

“Shut up, Leroy!” the guard shouted. She slammed her baton against his hands, making him cry out in pain.

“You fucking cunt!”

“Keep going on like that and you’ll find yourself in isolation again.” She banged the baton against the metal bars a few times, making a lot of noise. “Stupid prick.” She shook her head and walked on.

The inmates scared me, but honestly, she did too. I guess she had to be tough to work in a place like this.

Where the fuck am I? In hell?

“That hot ass is mine.”

“You will suck my fat dick till you gag, pretty boy!”

After a few more similar comments, it was the next one that made me even more scared.

“Oh, is that little fairy Skull Crusher’s new cellmate?”

The guy who said it started laughing. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be in trouble!”

“Skull Crusher?” I asked out loud.

The lady guard stopped in front of the next cell.

“Hmm, yes. He’s in isolation now, but he will be your cellmate.” She then sighed. “Just a word of advice. Be on his friendly side as much as you can.” She unlocked the door and nodded her head in the direction she wanted me to go—inside my cell. “This is it. Try to behave, will you? You look like a sweet boy. The better you behave, the sooner you might come out of this place.” She looked at me with sympathetic eyes. “And really, try to become friends instead of enemies with your cellmate. He has gained a lot of respect from the other inmates. He pretty much stands on top of the pile.”

Inside the cell, she uncuffed my wrists and ankles. “He will be back this afternoon.”

She then slammed the door shut, leaving me alone inside.

This was the place where I would have to survive for the next two years. I’d just turned eighteen, and I was convicted of murder two years ago.

I took a deep breath before I walked further inside. It definitely looked different compared to juvenile prison.

There wasn’t much to see: A metal bunk bed with thin mattresses stood bleakly against one wall. In the corner of the cell stood a small table with two chairs, and one little cabinet filled with . . . books?

At the back of the cell was a stainless steel toilet with a sink. I could just die thinking I had to shit in front of someone else, but I guess it was either that, or just not shit at all. I shook my head, trying to not think about that right now.

So, which bed should I take? In the movies, they always wanted the top bed, right? Something to do with not wanting to have the other person’s farts in their face or . . . I didn‘t really know if that was true, so I just went with my gut and laid down on the bottom bed.

I thought about Skull Crusher. What did that guy do to earn that kind of name? My stomach twisted at the thought he would come back to this very cell this afternoon, and I would unavoidably meet him. What if he hurt me?

I then thought back to the words of the prison guard. She said I should befriend him. It made me feel that I needed to do that in order to survive.

The way I saw it, I had two options to protect myself from these wolves. Option one: I would beat up the most feared man in here to gain respect. But if I needed to fight a man named Skull Crusher, I knew I would have a ridiculously small chance of succeeding in that. This option wasn’t very attractive, and frankly, I preferred my skull to remain just the way it was. Option two: I would cut a deal with my new cellmate. I could convince him to become my personal protector. It wasn’t hard to guess what this feared man would want in return, though . . . but at least with this option, I would only have to endure the horrendous, revolting torture of sleeping with only one man instead of getting violated by all the other monsters in here.

* * *

“Get the fuck off my bed!”

“What?” I gasped as I woke up with a startle at the loud noise that made my eardrums tremble.

I got goosebumps all over when I was forcefully yanked off the bed.

Skull Crusher was here.

He pulled me off the floor and shoved me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. I almost pissed myself when he brought his hands against my head and pressed at my forehead. Was he going to crush my skull now? Do his name honor?

“Oh, Uh . . . I . . . my name is—”

“I don’t care what your fucking name is,” he said, and he sniffed at my neck. I didn’t dare speak again.

“In here, you don’t use your old name. You become a Unicorn, a Four Eyes, a Spiderleg, or”—he pointed at his chest while staring at my soul—“a Skull Crusher.”

I swallowed. “Oh . . . okay.”

“Now, you . . . hmm, what shall I name you . . .” He looked at me from head to toes and back again. “Your name will be . . .” He then leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“Twink.”

CHAPTER TWO

Twink

I gulped.

My slightly irritated-looking cellmate hadn’t let go of me yet. His hands were still pushing my head against the wall. Actually, his whole body had shoved me against the wall while he smelled my neck and hair. I could feel his hot breath on the shell of my ear.

After a moment—which felt like minutes—he leaned back and stared at me with his dark eyes. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Should I say something? What should I do?

“I want a deal!” I suddenly blurted out, shouting it right in his face.

Fuck, was this a smart move?

“You want a deal?”

“Y-yes. That’s right.”

Could this man please just let go of my head? It was beginning to really hurt.

“Explain.”

He finally let go of my head and slid his hands leisurely down my body. One hand stopped at my left hip and rested there. His other hand let go of my body and he positioned it beside my ear so he could lean against the wall.

“I need safety in this prison. Y-you can give me that.” I tried to control the tremble in my voice, but I wasn’t having a lot of success.

“Hmm, I think I can do that, yes. But why would I want to do that? What can you offer me in exchange for my services?”

I observed him a little. He wasn’t a beast like some of the other men I saw today.

In my imagination, Skull Crusher was at least seven feet tall, as broad as three men, covered in tattoos, and had a shaved head. But he didn’t look like that at all. Instead, he was actually quite handsome. He was lean, maybe muscled? It was hard to see with these loose prison clothes on. He wore his shiny black hair out of his face. His facial features were very appealing.

He clenched his well-sculpted jaw. “Well?” he asked impatiently when I hadn’t replied to his question.

“I . . . my, uh . . . m-my body! I will sleep with you, but only if I get your full protection!”

Oh God.

The moment those words left my mouth, I felt like I’d seriously fucked up somehow. Maybe it would have been better to have begged him with sad puppy eyes.

He started to laugh. The sound that came spilling from his lips tickled my ears. “You’re quite demanding and bold for your appearance, aren’t you? I kinda like that.”

Oh, so that was a good thing, right? He’d laughed at my words. He thought I was funny. He said he liked it! Maybe this will turn out good after all. Maybe he just wants to be my friend and doesn’t want anything in return.

“Yes, quite bold. But why the fuck would I want this deal? If I want you, I’ll just take you. I don’t need to go through the trouble of protecting your ass. Trouble means headaches.”

Okay, well shit.

In that case, I was pretty much screwed anyway, so I might as well bluff. I tried to act all cool, but truth be told, I had trouble controlling my trembling lower lip. I was so fucking nervous.

“But . . .” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “But I want to be yours, and yours alone. I don’t want to be anybody else’s. You don’t want to share me with anyone else, do you? I’ll only serve you, and I will be the best you’ve ever had.”

Fucking hell, that was such a lie. Me, the best he’d ever had? What a joke.

I was still a virgin. I had performed a blowjob twice in my life, and both of those times ended with me gagging, and the other guy telling me that my skills were almost non-existent.

He chuckled. “Fuck, Twink! I really like your attitude.”

Skull Crusher then slowly nuzzled against my face and softly licked my trembling lips. He then whispered against my mouth.

“So, you want to serve me?”

“Y-yes.”

“You want to suck my cock?”

He pushed his knee between my legs, widening them up a bit.

Fuck.

“If you p-protect me from the others, I will gladly suck your”—I swallowed—“cock.”

Skull Crusher remained quiet for a moment.

“I have to say, I almost feel like giving you what you want. Try to convince me a little bit more.”

I placed my hands against his pecs. They felt firm underneath his orange prison suit. It was the same suit as mine, only his was a little more faded, which suggested he’d been in here for a while. I had no idea how old he was, but I guessed he was at least a few years older than me.

“Don’t you want to show me off? I know that some other men in here would die to fuck me. They yelled it to me when I was brought in. They all want me to be their little cockslut. B-but I will be only yours. Only you will be permitted to touch me, nobody else can.”

Who would’ve ever guessed that I would stoop so low? I was practically selling myself here. But what other choice did I have? I couldn‘t take it up to all these beasts in here. It felt like I had ended up in a dream—a nightmare to be more specific.

“So, you want to be my bitch?” he asked.

I felt a shiver running down my spine when I thought about it. A bitch? Was that like a slave? Or a sub or something? What did bitches do? Sexual services?

“I will be all you want me to be. If you want a bitch . . . I will be your bitch. But in exchange, you can’t let anyone hurt me . . .”

“What about me? Can I hurt you?”

“N-no . . . but . . . is that what you want? Cause then you can—”

“Hmm, no. I’m not a sadist.”

Thank God!

My breath hitched when he suddenly placed his hand between my legs, cupped my dick, and gently started to rub it. Oh, God. Would I lose my V-card right here, right now? Was it already happening? Had he just accepted the deal?

I felt embarrassed when my member instantly responded to his touch. It had a mind of its own. I just couldn’t help it.

He smirked at me in triumph. I was painfully hard as a brick after only three massaging rubs.

I almost choked on my own spit before I dared to ask, “What are you doing?”

“Just checking out how much you can take before I accept your offer.”

As my hard member twitched against his palm, he suddenly buried his face against my neck, and his tongue began to lick the spot underneath my ear at an excruciatingly slow pace. This was one of my erogenous zones, and I couldn’t hold back a small moan.

It was at that moment I realized that I could potentially orgasm in front of Skull Crusher, and that would be just too fucking embarrassing. I still had my clothes on. What the fuck was happening?

My breathing turned into panting after he continued his massage. The fact that I didn’t receive any underwear when I entered this place—just my orange jumpsuit—didn’t help either. I wasn’t wearing boxer shorts, and my prison suit was loose, so he had good access to explore every inch of my treacherous cock.

Heat coiled inside me, and I felt a spurt of precum soaking up the inside of my suit.

Shit.

“Getting wet already?” he said before he bit into my earlobe.

“C-could you please . . .” I put my hand against his, but I didn’t push him away.

I felt torn between what I wanted. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t because it felt so good. Even though I had gained some sexual experiences in juvenile prison, I’d never felt like this.

“A minute ago, you were convincing me that you would be the best bitch I’ve ever had. You want to suck my cock and do everything I want you to do, and now you’re asking me to stop this? While I’m just rubbing you a bit?”

“No, I . . . meant that I’ll please y-you.”

Not this. This was me being vulnerable in front of him. I didn’t want this. I just meant he could use me and get it over with.

As he kept massaging, his other hand zipped open my uniform, and a hand slid inside, pinching and pulling on one of my nipples.

I looked at him and a mischievous grin was on his face. He watched me getting closer and closer to a climax.

“Ahh . . .”

My face felt hot. I knew I was blushing right in front of his eyes. Now I was positive he would keep this going until I came in my suit.

My knees went weak, and I was pathetically gasping like a fish out of water when his hand moved faster, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re very responsive,” he whispered against my mouth.

“Oh, God . . . ahh!”

My hands gripped his body, grabbing his back and his uniform. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Make any louder sounds, and all other inmates in this hallway would hear pretty Twink moaning like a little slut,” he chuckled.

“Oh fuck . . . f-fuck . . .” I whispered against his lips.

I was on the verge of coming as stroke after stroke assaulted my penis and pinch after pinch tortured my nipples. When he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and slurped his lips against mine, it became my downfall.

My balls tightened and stars were all I saw when I gasped into his mouth and came, soiling up the inside of my orange suit.

I trembled like a leaf in a breeze against his body, now in desperate search of oxygen.

“Deal accepted.”

CHAPTER THREE

Skull

“Hey, new boy. I want your fucking pudding. Give it to me, then later I’ll give you a fat sausage you can eat in return.”

It was my first day behind bars. A huge scary-looking dude—I later learned his name was Hulk—walked toward me, threatening me into giving him my dessert.

I didn’t even like the flavor of the pudding, so I wasn’t going to eat it anyway, but there was just no way in hell that I would simply give it to him. I didn’t respond to his order, which pissed him off. He grabbed my neck and smacked me against the nearest wall, and in the process, my food spilled all over my new suit.

Well, fuck. No dinner for me.

His gang circled around us, so the guards wouldn’t notice what was going on. Not that they pay much attention to these sorts of quarrels, anyway.

“Next time, if I want something, you better give it to me. Understand that, new boy?” he breathed into my face. “Or else.”

Or else?

I smirked at him. He could try me. Being the proud owner of a black belt in five different martial arts, it takes a lot to take me down.

“I will give you nothing. And I would appreciate it if you would take your hands off me.”

The fact that I was a strong fighter didn’t mean I took advantage of it. I never start a fight if I don’t have to. However, I was quite sure the other guy was about to start one.

“What the fuck?Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?”

Well, let’s say I hoped he was the strongest one in here—apart from me, of course. There’s nothing better than to leave a good impression on your first day, right?

“I don’t give a shit about who you are. You didn’t get my pudding today, and you won’t get it tomorrow. Now take your damn hands off me.”

He laughed loudly, and the next moment, he tried to punch me in the face. I ducked down, and his fist hit the wall behind me instead, making him cry out in pain.

Truthfully, that had to hurt. There’s no way his hand wasn’t broken after that blow.

“You stupid fuck!” he shouted at me.

The other inmates cheered and clapped, wanting a show, and in the meantime, the guards were also alerted. Before they could reach us, the big guy tried to swing his fist against my face once more, but before he could, I grabbed his stupid head and smacked it against the wall. I’d done it so roughly that a huge piece of the wall broke off, and the guy ended up in a coma for a few weeks. I didn’t mean to do it that hard, but it certainly didn’t look that way.

Oops.

He wasn’t dead though, and I was happy about that. I didn’t want to kill anyone.

That was the moment that I became known as Skull Crusher. And that was the day that nobody dared to ever mess with me again. It was also the day my jail time was extended by two more years.

* * *

The door opened. Iron Lady, one of my favorite guards, opened it for me.

“You can go now, Skull.”

“It’s been a week already?” I asked.

For seven days, I had been in isolation. Normally the guards would let me get away with my shit—perks of being a rich motherfucker—but this time I had apparently crossed the line too greatly, though I actually don’t think I had done anything wrong.

Before I was put in isolation, Grandpa, my cellmate since the beginning, only had three days left in prison before he finished serving his fifteen-year sentence. And what did that fuckface Hulk do to the poor old man? He purposely made him trip, and Grandpa ended up having a huge black eye. Really, who does that to an old man? And why couldn’t he just let the man reunite with his family with a good-looking face?

In all the years that I’d been in this place, Hulk was still the same idiot. That smack against the wall a few years back obviously hadn’t helped.

After seeing Grandpa fall to the floor and cry out in pain, I got so angry that I busted Hulk’s nose. That resulted in me getting sent to isolation, so I couldn’t even say goodbye to the old man.

“You’ve got a new cellmate,” Iron Lady said.

“Aha.”

I was curious. I hoped he was a good substitute for my old friend.

She shackled up my wrists and ankles while explaining about the new inmate.

“Try to be good to him. He’s young and scared. The other men were pretty brutal during his first walk through the hallway when I brought him to the cell.”

“How come?”

“Well, he looks better than your average inmate in here. Maybe even better than you do,” she said with a smirk.

“Oh damn, that hurts. Really?”

“Mmm. Boy, I’m not lying.” She stood up again, twirling the keys of the cuffs around her finger. “Let’s get you to your normal cell.”

A few minutes later, Iron Lady left after she had uncuffed me again and locked the cell door. The noise of the creaking metal door didn’t even wake up my new cellmate. What kind of baby was this guy? He was hugging my pillow tight, his nose pressed against it.

I smirked as I watched him sleep, thinking about how to “punish” him for sleeping on my bed. He looked fucking cute, that I did know. I would call him Twink, and a few minutes later, Twink was panting against my lips.

He was different from how I thought he would be. He surprised me. He captivated me and intrigued me. All that in just a few minutes.

“Oh fuck . . . f-fuck . . .” he whined.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and slammed my mouth against those alluring lips that were making such fucking horny sounds.

My hand moved faster against his hard-on until I felt it twitch. He gasped against my mouth, and his whole body shuddered when he came hard from my ministrations.

Truth was, from the moment he offered me this deal—no, from the moment I saw him lying in my bed, I was already convinced. There was simply no way that I would allow other men to touch him. But I wanted to let him know what the hell he was getting himself into, because I’m not the kind of man that buys his portion of sex. Not with money, and not with protecting services.

Yes, I would protect him, but I would also make sure that Twink would lust for my touch. Drive him so crazy that he would be begging me to do everything I wanted to do to him. Where’s the fun in someone only wanting to sleep with me just because he doesn’t want to get molested by all the other men? I want to feel his arousal—his craving for me.

And what I’d just felt was a good start.

I’m quite an impatient man by nature, but I can also be a very patient man if I really want something. Just now, I was able to hold back, but the heat was coiling inside of me as well. Especially when I had to listen to his panting and those erotic moans spilling from his lips. Or when his arms clasped against my back, and his fingers dug into my muscles, hanging onto me for dear life when I made him fall apart.

The longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss. That’s what they say, and I believe that. So right now, I would focus on the pleasure of cute, sexy Twink here.

My Twink. Nobody else’s.

CHAPTER FOUR

Twink

When I was finally done awkwardly cleaning out my uniform with some toilet paper and water, I climbed to the top bunk, laid on my mattress, and closed my eyes.

After Skull Crusher had rubbed me to a heavenly climax and accepted my offer, he went to bed without saying another word.

As I stared at the plain white ceiling, I saw a few strange-looking spots on it. Oh, God. I hoped that wasn’t man jelly splattered against the plaster. Gross! This was the view I had to look at for the next few years?

I felt restless. I rolled from left to right, then back again, then finally rested on my back, not knowing what position I actually wanted to be in. I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face when I blushed once more, thinking about the experience between me and the man sleeping on the bed below me. Only a few feet separated the two of us, and this was how it would be for a long time. Just me and him. Hours and hours together in a tiny cell.

Oh, God! I thought about it again. It truly was just so embarrassing. I couldn’t believe I orgasmed in front of him like that. He must have found it so hilarious. I felt like such a shameless moron, especially when I thought about how good it actually felt. It was probably the best way anyone had ever touched me, and technically, he hadn’t even touched my dick.

Ugh! Why did he have to do that to me? Was he toying with me?

I let out another sigh, and everything was quiet.

“Did you know the sun is so big that more than one million Earths would fit inside it?”

My eyes widened. “What?” I asked, surprised. Not because his cosmic information was so surprising to me, but because he had suddenly talked to me. I thought he was sleeping.

“Yeah. One million, three hundred thousand planet Earths, to be precise.”

“Oh . . . kay . . . I thought you were asleep.”

I heard him shifting on his bed underneath me. A small space between the wall and the bed gave me a little peeping space to look down. I looked through it and saw his leg resting against the wall. It was all I could see.

“No, we’ll be getting dinner in about an hour. I guess since it’s your first day, you’ll have it in here too and not in the cafeteria?”

“Yeah,” I replied. That’s what the guards told me when I first came in. I still needed to be informed about the schedule during the day, so for the first day, I would stay in my cell and my cellmate would explain it to me. I would ask Skull Crusher about it later. “You’re staying in, too?”

“Mmm,” he hummed in agreement. “I’ve just come back from isolation, so I need to stay in today like you do. But hey, at least we have each other.”

I didn’t reply, as I had no idea what to reply with. Was he waiting until the guards slept, then he would take me? I wondered why he hadn’t tried anything yet. Maybe that was the reason.

“You wanna know some other facts?” he asked.

“Uh, sure . . .”

“There is a storm on Jupiter that’s so big that three Earths could fit inside it. Three Earths. Think about it.”

“That’s a very big storm.”

“It’s called the Great Red Spot.”

He sighed. “When I think of outer space, I feel so tiny and unimportant. We humans always think we’re all that, but we don’t mean shit. Even the sun is just a super tiny baby star in this big universe. There are more stars than all the grains of sand on Earth.”

Wow. This guy had probably done a lot of thinking and reading during his time in prison.

Truth be told, I found it fascinating to listen to his voice. He spoke with such a calm and deep voice. He told me many more things, and we were quiet after that, probably both consumed by our thoughts. I know I was.

Every now and then, I could hear distant sounds coming from other inmates. Nothing disturbing, though. Coughing, talking, laughing, things like that.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and a lady guard brought us two plates of food. It was the same lady from earlier.

“Enjoy, boys.”

“Thanks,” Skull Crusher replied. I did the same.

After she left, he jumped out of bed, grabbed the two trays, and walked to the small table in our cell.

I watched him from my bed, propped up on my elbows.

“You eating or not?” He looked at me once he had sat on one of the chairs. “You don’t wanna miss this delicious prison meal, do you?” He pushed the other chair with his foot, inviting me to sit opposite him.

I jumped off the bed and sat down.

Dinner was rice with a few tiny sausages and fried vegetables. It didn’t look that bad. I was used to prison food anyway, as I had been behind bars for two years already.

Just as I took a first bite, there was a loud buzzing noise, probably signaling cells were being opened. The other inmates left their cells and were on their way to the cafeteria.

We were in the last cell of the hallway, so nobody ever would pass us. I was somehow happy with that. At least that was one less fear. Whenever Skull Crusher would do something like what he had done to me earlier, at least the others would not be able to see.

He stared at me. He was facing his plate, but his eyes were on me. As the dark pupils looked at mine, I swallowed and quickly took another bite.

When it was quiet again, he asked me, “Like it?”

I nodded. “It’s okay.”

“I guess the rice is okay. I think the vegetables are overcooked, though. It’s always like that. How about the sausage? You like the sausage?” he asked, putting a piece of sausage in his mouth.

“It’s not too bad. It’s salty.” I liked salty food.

“Salty?”

“Mmm.” That’s what I said. Was he deaf?

“So, you like a bit of salty sausage?”

“Well, yeah. I like salty sausages better than bland-tasting sausages, I suppose.”

“Oh.” He grinned.

“So, what is a usual day gonna be like in here? They said I should ask my cellmate,” I asked so I could change the subject.

“At six, we get up. The cells open then, and we can wash up. Breakfast is served in the cafeteria. Porridge and some fruits mostly. We’ll go to a different area after that, where we stand and listen to the national anthem. Then it’s time for work. If I have to guess, I think you’ll probably be assigned to fold paper bags or work in the yard. Lunch and dinner are in the cafeteria as well, at two and seven. Then at around eight, we go back to the cells and stay there.”

“And privileges?”

In the juvenile center, we had a lot of free time, but I already knew that once I was transferred here, a lot would change.

“A few days a year. You can play some basketball or go watch some TV. Also, on Saturdays and Sundays, the mutual living room is open. And visiting hours are on Saturdays.”

“Okay.” I nodded. Not that I would receive any visitors.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up with a startle when a loud horn echoed through the cell. The lights went on as well, and I sat up straight. Fuck, the light was harsh.

“Ugh . . .” I whined.

“Morning, sunshine.”

I looked down and saw Skull Crusher already waiting for me, dressed in the familiar orange uniform.

Yesterday, I received a pair of sweatpants, boxer shorts, and a T-shirt from him to sleep in. He told me that several things in prison were “for sale.” Clothing was one of those things. Inmates could trade stuff, too. Except poor me, because I had nothing to give. Not yet, at least. Apparently, we would get paid a tiny salary that we could buy stuff with, like candy, games, or books. Obviously, only stuff that was allowed.

I already knew what I wanted to buy first thing: puzzles. At least those could give me something to do.

“Time to get up. You don’t wanna be late. Trust me . . .”

I had trouble sleeping last night, so I slept very late. I kept waiting for Skull Crusher to suddenly claim his prize—meaning my body to have his way with—but he didn’t come.

Of course, I was relieved, but also surprised.

I jumped out of bed. As I undressed, I noticed my cellmate had gone quiet. I turned around and saw he was shamelessly looking at me. After I zipped up my suit, there was a buzzing sound, and the cell door opened.

“Ready to go meet the others?”

“You will stay by my side, right?” I asked, wanting to get reassurance once more. He hadn’t changed his mind after yesterday’s event, had he?

“Of course,” he replied.

“Okay.” I guess it was time to explore the rest of this joint.

CHAPTER FIVE

Skull

“Oh, thank goodness. Thank you, Lord,” I heard him whisper when he set foot in the mutual bathroom.

He was right to be happy. Shower cubicles that had doors weren’t common in prisons, but this prison had them. And even though they were only half doors, half doors were better than no doors.

This place just got renovated, and I mentally thanked the guy who granted us some privacy and designed the new bathroom like this, because privacy was hard to get in prison.

Twink entered one of the cubicles to undress while I kicked off my shoes.

Not everyone changed inside a cubicle since some guys didn’t really care, so there were always a lot of naked men walking around in the bathroom. And believe me, some things I’ve seen in here have hurt my eyes.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the piece of new fresh meat that was brought in yesterday.”

Here came the two prison morons. Hulk and Leroy.

Hulk was naked, and poor Twink was about to witness it. He would probably get scared while looking at that guy’s huge gross horsedick. Twink turned around and quickly held his hands in front of his chest, since the door was only as high as his navel. His eyes widened as he stared at Hulk’s shameless appearance.

Twink had hung his suit over the shower door—a bad idea, but he would now learn not to make that same mistake again. I reminded myself that I needed to teach him a few basic rules and pointers. Hulk grabbed the uniform and threw it to the other side of the bathroom.

“Hey!” Twink shouted before his eyes scanned the room.

He was looking for me. Don’t worry, dear, I got you. I haven’t let you out of my sight since we left our cell. I saw he was a little scared, but I loved that he still gave Hulk a little bit of a big mouth. However, it was now time for me to interfere.

“Whoops. Looks like you need to come out of there to get your suit,” Hulk said tauntingly, and he took a step closer to Twink, probably to peek at what was to be seen behind the door.

I grabbed the big guy’s hair and yanked on the long dark brown locks. I pulled so hard that he fell backward and landed on his big naked ass. I then stepped between him and Twink’s shower cabin.

“What the fuck, Skull!” Hulk shouted, and he looked at me furiously.

He jumped up and rubbed his sore ass.

“He’s mine, so back the fuck off,” I hissed. “And if you ever hurt him, say inappropriate things to him, or even look funnily at him, I will come for you, Hulk. And next time, it won’t be your nose that I’ll bust.”

Leroy and the other inmates stayed silent, and I knew why. Nobody had ever seen the notorious Skull Crusher fight over a sweet little ass. But hey, first time for everything.

“Fuck you, asshole. I didn’t even do anything, and you pull this stunt on me. My nose ain’t even healed yet! Now you’ve given my ass a bruise too!” he barked, his deep voice echoing through the bathroom.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

“So, let it now be known to everyone!” I yelled. “Twink’s ass here is my ass, and my ass alone. Twink’s dick is my dick, and his sweet lips will only be wrapped around my cock! And if I ever see someone else taking advantage of him”—I paused for a moment to look at everyone like they were a bunch of rabid dogs—“then that person will face me.”

They all agreed with me. I supposed this would be good enough for now.

“You! Throw me that jumpsuit!” I yelled to the guy that was standing next to Twink’s suit.

He picked it up and threw it to me, and I hung it on the inside of the cubicle. There was a special hook there that was far enough from the shower so it wouldn’t get wet.

“You need to hang it here,” I advised Twink.

There wasn’t much time left to wash up, thanks to Hulk, so I unzipped my suit and I stepped out of it. Twink looked at me with an open mouth when I opened the shower door and stepped into the cubicle. I closed the door behind me again. We were both buck naked. Now, this was an image that didn’t hurt my eyes at all. He quickly turned around.

“It’s almost time to get out of here, and all the other showers are occupied,” I explained while I leaned in to open the tap. I caged him to do so, and my thigh slightly brushed against his hip while my chest pressed against his back. He felt so smooth. I brushed my dick over one of his ass cheeks and I had to control myself to not get stiff. Fuck.

Twink picked up the soap, but his hand was trembling so much that he promptly dropped it.

“Oh . . . oh, f-fuck . . .” he mumbled.

“Clumsy, aren’t you?” I breathed into his ear and bent down to pick up the slippery pink bar.

His ass was just a few inches away from my face. It really was beautiful. His skin was soft and flawless. Hairless. His ass cheeks looked firm, like two big perfect round apples. I really wanted to take a bite out of one of them. It was cute how he quickly held his hands in front of his crack. I purposely caressed his body when I stood up straight, making him twitch at my touch. What did he think at that moment? I wondered if he thought that I would do something to him right here and now?

No, Twink . . . you might not know it yet, but you will be the one that comes to me in the end.

I put him out of his misery when another shower cubicle became available. I left him and entered the other one so he could wash in peace, and I could do the same.

* * *

It was now breakfast time. I wondered what Twink was going to think about my people. I always ate at the same table, reserved for me and my buddies. One of them, the forever-flamboyant Unicorn, was already hysterically waving at me from our table. I grabbed Twink by his shoulder so the whole cafeteria could see he was mine and mine alone. Unicorn’s mouth dropped open for a second as he observed the person next to me. Suddenly, a high-pitched voice bounced off the canteen walls.

“Santo cielo, ¿quién ese papacito a tu lado?” Unicorn squealed while he checked out Twink again.

“Who’s that?”

I smiled. “Come with me.”

We walked over to the group where my friends were sitting. “Unicorn, meet Twink,” I said when we arrived at the table. “Twink, this is Unicorn.”

“Uhlala,” Unicorn said and licked his pink glossed-up slutty lips. In this prison, Unicorn was a diamond among the stones. Really, they were fighting over him like his asshole was made of gold and tasted like candy.

I knew exactly what Twink was thinking right now: How could a femboy like Unicorn survive in this place? Well, let me tell you—if there was one inmate I was afraid of, it would be that little psychopath right there.

“Hi,” Twink replied.

“Sit here, sit here beside me!” Unicorn patted the chair beside him.

I gave Twink a little push. Even though I call Unicorn a psycho, he’s one of the few in here I really trusted.

“So, he is your new cellmate?” the Mexican beauty asked me with his familiar accent.

“He is.”

“Hmmm. So handsome! Santo cielo!”

The guy sitting next to Unicorn was glaring in Twink’s direction. He was jealous for sure. The giant of a guy was called Volcano, and he was one of my closest friends. He’s the type that hardly spoke to you if he didn’t know you. He was also one of Unicorn’s three boyfriends, so he already had to do quite a bit of sharing.

“You don’t have to glare at him, Cano,” I informed him. “Twink is mine.”

I kinda liked saying that sentence. Twink is mine.

“He is?” Unicorn shouted, looking at me with his eyes almost popping out. “Well, I suppose he needs a protector, being this handsome.” He looked at Twink. “They are crazy in here, you know. When you’re beautiful like we are, you’re a target. Oh my God, I just can’t believe you managed to score Skull on your first day! He never wanted anything to do with me. Hmm . . . makes me so jealous!” Unicorn whined and pouted.

“Oh please, you already have three boyfriends.”

“Yeah, what the hell, baby?”

That was boyfriend number two speaking. His name was Sheep, another giant. He got his name thanks to his wild, curly hair.

Boyfriend number three, Spiderleg, just rolled his eyes. Spiderleg was very tall and thin, but he was one of the strongest in here.

In total, five people sat with me at our table: Unicorn, Volcano, Sheep, Spiderleg, and Calculus. Twink was the sixth addition.

Calculus was a complicated one. He was very smart yet also very weird. But he was my friend.

It was indeed a rather weird group of people, but I knew all of them would look out for Twink whenever I wasn’t around.

* * *

It was late in the evening. Twink had survived his first day in an adult prison.

“You were right. I was assigned to fold bags. Unicorn helped me and told me all kinds of stuff about the other men. And I earned a dollar today, too. Soon, I’ll be able to buy some stuff.” He sounded pretty happy, which was good.

“So, what is your job here?” he asked.

“I mostly do maintenance or work in the yard.” Yup, the prison even had a vegetable garden.

“Uhm . . . can I also call you Skull, like the others do?”

“Sure.”

“Cool.”

He was quiet for some time. “You’re the only one who hasn’t asked why I’m in here. Everyone else did.”

“Hmm. And what did you say?” I asked.

“I told them that . . .” he paused. “Actually, I lied to them.”

“Then that tells me that you don’t wanna tell. You should be happy I haven’t asked it then.”

I heard shuffling sounds, which told me he had changed his position on the bed.

“I just wondered why you haven’t asked me. That’s all.”

“Because it’s none of my business. If you wanna tell, you’ll tell.”

In all the years I’ve been locked up, I’ve told only two other souls why I was in here: Grandpa and Volcano.

“Yeah . . . I guess. Good night, Skull. I’m gonna sleep, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Thanks for today.”