Antonio and James

I was pushed out of the line of the boys and ordered to open my mouth. The guard with a flashlight shined the light in my mouth and ordered me to move my tongue up and down. Then with a tweezer he grabbed the foreskin and pulled my cock up to check between my cock and balls. Then he ordered me to bend forward and spread my ass cheeks. He walked behind and ordered me to cough. Then I felt his finger going inside my rectum and started to fondle my balls. I moved forward to pull his finger out of my hole and he whacked me on my ass

"Don't move" he yelled and whacked me on my ass a few more times and pulled me back from my cock and pushed his finger in my hole. "I don't think this fucker is straight the way my finger went in his hole" and he laughed.

"I am sure he won't have any problem finding a boyfriend. He is a handsome fucker" another guard said.

He ordered me to sit down on a chair and with a pair of scissors he started to cut my hair. Every time he cut off some of my hair he rubbed it on my face just to piss me off. He stood in front of me and he pushed my head forward from the back of my head. My face was pushed on his crotch and I could feel he was getting hard in his pants.  I knew he was trying to seduce me with his cock. He was well built and handsome and I wished to have his cock down my throat, but I knew I would be in trouble. When he finished cutting my hair with the scissor, he continued cutting my hair using a hair trimmer.

"Aren't we supposed to shave his head?" another guard asks

"No, just a buzz cut will do" the captain said

When he finished cutting my hair, I was pushed with my back to the wall and with a thick water hose he rinsed me down. He was aiming the water on my crotch and I turned around and he aimed the water on my ass to make me squirm around while he laughed.  I dried myself and I was given underwear shorts, black pants and a white top to wear.

I wore the clothes he handed me and I walked behind him through a hallway with  prison cells on each side. I heard the cell mates yelling at me. They yelled at the guard to bring me inside their cell to take care of me. Some asked me if I wanted to be their girlfriend. I stood straight walking and didn't want to look at them. Finally I arrived at my cell and the guard pushed me inside.

Inside the cell, there was a bunk bed, a toilet in the corner and a stainless steel sink. In the bottom of the bunk bed there was a young white guy who was a few years older than me with black hair and wearing just his underwear shorts. He was covered with tattoos all over his arms and on his chest and he was reading a book.

"Ross, I got you your new cellmate" The guard said "Special delivery from the Warden"

"Thank you" Ross said getting up from the bed and I saw him giving the guard some money. I was a bit concerned why I was called  'a special delivery from the warden' and saw Ross giving money to the guard, but I looked at Ross and said. "My name is Antonio"

"Ask me if I give a fuck what your name is" he said and he laid on his back on the lower bed of the bunk bed and started to scratch his crotch over his shorts.

I didn't say another word and pushed myself to lie on the upper bunk bed. We didn't exchange any other words and a few hours later, the lights went off and the light from the hallway shined in our cell. I tried to fall asleep but I started to toss and turn and felt my stomach upset with all that was happening around me. 

"Why don't you come and lie beside me?" I heard Ross saying

"I am ok over here" I said

"If you need protection, you better come and lie beside me. I am horny and have been alone in this room for a long time"

"I be ok over here" I said

"Fuck you then!" he said "But not to worry, you will beg me to sleep beside me soon"

I managed to shut my eyes and fall asleep but I woke early the next morning when the rays of the sun shone through the window over my face. I got down from the upper bunk bed to have a piss, I looked at Ross and he was naked on his back on the bed and still sleeping with a huge hard on lying on his gut. I could not stop staring at his massive cock and I felt going down and ramming it suck it for him. His crotch was shaved and he had a nice set of low hanger balls. As he started to turn on the bed, I turned around and started to piss, scared that he had caught me staring at him. 

"Why don't you come over and give it the attention it needs" I heard his say while I was pissing

"Why don't you do it yourself?" I said. I was trying to be a cool guy.

 "I bet you will be standing on your knees beside my bed and suck my morning hardon every day. You wait and see" he said

I pushed myself back on the upper bunk bed and rubbed my cock thinking of his hard cock. Few hours later, the cell door opened and we walked out of the cell. Other cellmates came out from their cells and we walked one after the other to a huge dining room. Waiting in the line up to get my breakfast, the guy behind me grabbed my ass and asked me who I belong to? I moved his hand away from my ass and told him that I don't belong to anyone.

"Do you want to be my fuckboy?" He asked

"No, I don't and fuck off" I said and looked around and saw few young men walking behind huge guys holding the loop of his pants from the back.

"Why are they holding their loop?" I asked Ross who was standing in front of me

"That means they are their fuckboys" he said 

"Fuckboy? Why do they want to be their fuckboy?" I asked

"Because if they don't belong to anyone, then they are fuckboy of every guy in here" Ross said turning his head towards me and smiled "I told you will soon beg me to lie beside my bed"

"Thank you. But I don't belong to anyone and I am going to stay that way" I said 

He started to laugh and said "You are going to be sorry". 

I didn't know what he meant by me being sorry, but I soon found out later that day. When we were all inside the dayroom, guys were chatting and playing cards and some were checking me out. I tried to keep on moving and always walked beside a guard to feel safe. 

"Go and get me some water" This guard said to me and handed me a bucket.

I tried to walk fast to the shower room and filled the bucket with water, When I was leaving the shower room there were about six guys standing in the doorway. I tried to push myself between them and then they grabbed me and bent my arms behind my back and dragged me to a nearby cell and pushed me to lie face down on the bed. Four men held me down from my arms, head and waist. Another guy pulled my pants down to my ankles and he jumped on me and  rammed his cock inside me. They held my mouth so I didn't scream and the guy kept on  ramming his cocks in me. One after the other they jumped on my back and fucked me hard. When it was all over, I got off the bed, pulled my pants up and walked to the shower room  with cum dripping from my hole and tears filling my eyes. I removed my clothes and went under the shower to wash myself as tears rolled down my cheeks with fear. I heard someone one walk inside the room and I turned around and it was Ross. He started to open all the faucets of the sinks and the water started gushing out from then making a huge sound on the stainless steel sinks.  I could tell from the look on his face that he is up to something and I asked "What do you want?"

"You know what I want," He said with a loud voice. He walked towards me and held the front of my neck with his fist and pushed me with my back to the wall and said "Did I tell you that you need to belong to someone?"

"Fuck off" I said and pushed him away. He punched me on my gut and then slapped me across my face and dropped me on the floor on my knees.

"Don't you ever touch me again, you faggot" he said holding me from the back of my neck with my forehead on the floor as I laid on my side. "I will break both your arms if you touch me again"

"Please leave me alone" I begged him "Now stand on your knees and start sucking my cock" he said. 

I pushed myself on my knees and pushed my mouth over his cock and started sucking it. I didn't want to show him that I was enjoying myself having that nice thick cock down the throat and sometimes I tried to push his cock out of my mouth. He held the back of my head and with a slow rhythm he kept on pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, tilted my head back and spit in my mouth and pushed his cock back in my mouth.

"This is how I like my cock to be sucked, nice and gentle" He said and pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled his cock up and ordered me to lick his balls. Like a good puppy I liked them, but I was afraid what he would do next. He squirted his load all over my mouth and face and pushed me away from his cock. He pulled his pants up and waited for me to finish washing myself. When I was finished and wore my clothes on, he turned around and said "You know what to do now"

I grabbed the loop of his pants from behind and I walked behind him holding the loop. I don't know if I was happy to be his fuckboy or sad that again I belong as a sex slave. We walked around the dayroom with me walking behind him holding the loop of his pants. He walked around like he just won a trophy and was proud of himself. He sat down on a bench and I saw other cell mates sitting on benches and their boys holding the loop of their pants behind them on their knees. So I went down on my knees behind Ross and kept on holding the loop of his pants. I realized that if I don't be owned by Ross, I am going to be everyone's fuck boy. 

As days passed by, I started to learn how this works, the guards take care of the prisoners and their needs and in return they are paid under the table from the prisoners. I learned that the only way I am safe is to walk behind Ross and hold the loop of his pants. I became friends with other fuck boy, specially this eighteen year old blonde kid who was also a fuckboy. His name was Ashley and smaller than me. Ross and his master used to go down in the basement to smoke some weed and they used to make us make love to each other while they watched. We used to sit down on the floor both naked and start kissing and sucking each other. Then Ashley's master loved watching his boy getting fucked and used to order him to stand in front of him and then grab him by his hair and bend him over and push his head between his legs. He would lock his neck between his legs while he stood bent forward and grab his arms and bend them over the boy's back. The boy would raise his white ass further up. Then he would order me to fuck him hard.  I didn't mind at all, that is the only time I use to fuck. In time I became friends with Ashley and we used to hang around when we had some free time.

One morning while my master was sitting on one of the benches, outside the yard and I was on my knees behind him holding the loop of his pants, this Spanish huge guy with tattoos all over his body and face walked towards us

"Is your fuck boy for rent? "he asked

"Depends" Ross said

"What are his rates?" he asked

"Ten cigarettes' for a blow job and twenty for a fuck" Ross said

"No fucken way" I said and let go of the loop and stood up. Ross stood up and held me from the front of my top with his fist

"Do not humiliate me" he said pushing his face close to my face "I just snap my fingers and you be back in that cell getting fucked in your hole and in your mouth by few other men"

I looked around and saw a few men looking towards me and started to move closer. I went down on my knees behind Ross and held the loop of his pants

"Did you say twenty?" the Spanish man asked

"Are you deaf?" Ross asked and the men pulled twenty cigarettes out of the packet of smokes and handed them to Ross. When I was leaving Ross said "You be sure you give him a good fuck. I don't want to lose customers"

I bowed my head and grabbed the loop of the pants of the Spanish guy and walked behind him. We walked in his room and he pushed me with my back to the wall with his fist in front of my neck and the other fist squeezing my crotch over my pants. His breath stinks and he had a few teeth missing in the front, probably from fighting. 

"You cost me twenty cigarettes. So you better give me a good fuck" he said, pressing hard on the front of my neck, choking me and squeezing hard on my balls. I tried to push his hand away from my crotch while I tried to yell with pain. He let go my crotch and the front of my neck and he whacked me on the side of my face and threw me on the floor

"Useless piece of shit" he said and kicked me in my gut. I tried to get up to go on the bed and he stomped on my back and held his foot on my back. "I hate faggots" He said "All they want is to get fucked up their ass" and he moved his foot from my back and I went on the bed and laid face down. He grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled it off and slapped my ass a few times and said "raise that ass so I fuck it"

I lifted my ass and spread my legs. He went on the bed between my legs and spit on my hole and started licking it. Then he pointed his cock to it and rammed it all the way in. I kept my ass up so he can keep on fucking me. He locked my neck with his strong arm as he pumped his cock in me. He turned me over on my back, pulled my legs up over my chest and rammed his cock inside me. He pushed his mouth on top of mine and started to push his tongue in my mouth. He moved his mouth away from mine and spat in it and started to slap me hard as he could while he rammed his cock in me. Every time he pushed his cock in me, he would slap me across my face and say "You filthy faggot". 

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt my face red hot with him slapping me. Then he pulled his cock out of my ass and moved forward and sat on my chest and held my nose to open my mouth. When I opened my mouth he pushed the head of his cock in it and squirted a huge load in it. He ordered me to clean his cock with my mouth. He pushed me off the bed, threw the pants to me and ordered me to get the fuck out of his cell. Outside the hallway I was naked from my waist down. I saw a few cell mates looking at me and I was so scared. I put the pants on and started to walk slowly among them. As I walked between them they started to slap my ass and tell me that if I had a good time getting fucked.

Finally I arrived at my cell, there was Ross lying on the bunk bed reading a book, He got up and looked at my black eye

"What happened?" He asked "Didn't you please him?"

"Nope. He just gave me a sucker punch for no reason" I said and pushed myself on the top of the bunk bed and held the pillow tight with me and started to cry. "I thought I am going to be yours only" I said

"You are mine" Ross said "But I am a smoker and you have to earn it for me"

"Leave me alone, I need to rest" I said

"Get off the bed" He said

"No, I need to rest" I said, getting mad at him

He grabbed me from my clothes and pulled me off the bed and threw me on the floor on my back and said "We are going for a walk"

I got up and grabbed the loop of his pants from the back and walked behind him with my head down with humiliation. We walked around and I noticed that all the guys were turning their back towards us and walking away as they saw Ross' face all red with anger. He walked towards the Spanish guy and said "Did you enjoy fucking my fuckboy?"

"Not really, he is a useless faggot" the Spanish guy said laughing and the guys around him laughed too. Ross kicked him hard on his nuts and dropped him on the floor on his knees. Then he kicks him on his head and throws him on his side. The guys around him walked back and didn't say a word.

"You had no right to hit my fuck boy asshole" Ross said. I could not believe a guy with my size, slim and almost my age has so much power on these large men and no one dares to fight him back. He placed his shoe on the Spanish guy's head and held it on the floor. "If you ever touch my fuck boy again, I be sure you spend weeks in the solitary confinement" he said and We walked back to our cell.

He stripped off his pants and top and left his shorts on and laid on his back on the bed. I tried to go up the upper bunk bed when he said "Where the fuck are you going?"

"I was going to lie down for a while" I said worried what he might do. "My whole body is sore"

"Beg me to lie beside me" He said, fondling his cock inside his shorts. I didn't want to refuse his wishes after I noticed that everyone was scared of him.

"May I lie beside you?" I softly said

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked

"May I lie beside you, Master" I sobbed

"I told you that you will be begging me to sleep on my bed" he said and moved to the side and I laid beside him and he pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. He pushed my head over his cock from the back and I started to sucking it. "Just do what you are good for" he said, pushing my head all the way down on his cock. 

I started to learn that my life inside the jail is a fuck boy of Ross. Wherever he walked, I walked behind him holding the loop of his belt. The thing I liked being his fuckboy that no one ever bothered me again. During dinner, I used to stand in line while he sits at the table and bring him the tray of food in front of him and then go back in the line to get my own food. I was not only the one who used to bring the food to my owner but also the other young men who were owned. When he wanted to piss, I had to hold his cock. There were times when he even ordered me to wipe his ass after he had a shit. 

His job during the day was taking care of the library. I used to sort out all the books for him and keep track of the books while he sat on the chair reading a book. Once in a while he would snap his fingers and I would go down on my knees beside him, pull his cock out of the fly of his pants and suck him off. 

When a cell mate walks in the library and I see the guy giving him twenty cigarettes, I walk in the back room, remove my pants and stand on my knees. The guy would walk in the room and I pull his cock out of his pants and start sucking it. Then I would push a condom in my mouth and push it over his cock. Then I would turn around and push my head on the floor and hold my ass cheeks wide open with my hands and say "Please fuck me" When he starts fucking me, I use to fake moaning. After he finished fucking me, I would remove the condom from his cock, flip it inside out and swallow his cum. Then I start sucking his cock and tell him that he tastes good. Before he is leaving the library I would kiss him on his lips and say "You were a good fuck. Please come again". 

All this was an act that I was ordered to do by Ross to bring more customers. After a day in the library we would go to the shower room to take a shower before we went to our cell. I had to wash him first and then I would wash myself. Then we walked to our cell and I would lie beside him on my side with my back facing him. He would fuck me raw and then push me off the bed. I would push myself on the upper bunk bed to sleep. In the morning he would wake me up by kicking the mattress under me and he would say "Come for your breakfast". I would jump down from the bed and go down on my knees beside his bed and start sucking his morning hardon till he shot his load down my throat. It was a common thing to suck his cock every morning. 

One morning while I was sucking his morning hardon, we heard lots of noise in the hallway of pots banging on the rods of the cells.

"Go on your bed, Mr. Robertson is coming" he said wearing his shorts on and I pushed myself up on my bed. Mr. Robertson showed up at the door of our cell

"Ross" Mr. Robertson said and walked in our cell "How is your new cellmate doing?"

"He is doing fine" Ross said and jumped off the bed and bowed his head

"I heard he is giving you a hard time?" Mr. Robertson said with a demanding voice and pushed Ross' head up from under his jaw

"hmmm" He said and stopped.

"I am going to ask you again?" Mr. Robertson yelled at him "Is he giving you a hard time?"

"He did beg me to sleep beside me" Ross stuttered and after a while he yelled "But I refused"

"Wait a minute" I started to say

"Did I give you permission to speak? Guards take him down to the hole. I will deal with him later" Mr. Robertson yelled to the guards

The two guards pulled me off the bed and grabbed my both arms and dragged me out of the room and I started to yell "He ordered me to beg him to lie beside him"

As I walked through the hallway dragged by the two guards, the cell mates started to bang the pots harder on the rods of their cells. I heard them yelling "Have fun getting fucked faggot"

They pushed me downstairs in a basement in a long hallway that had solid steel doors on both sides. They stopped in front of one of the doors and pushed me inside it. The room was empty and was about seven feet square. The walls and the floor were covered with soundproof foam. They ordered me to strip naked and when I did they made me wear a straitjacket and kept me naked from the waist down. They pushed me back and I fell on my ass on the soft foam  and they closed the door. I walked in the corner of the room and sat down. Inside the room there was a small light mounted on the ceiling and had no windows. In the corner there was a bucket for me to piss and shit in it. 

I don't know how long I was in the room. I tried to sleep but I was getting hungry and thirsty. I knew I could scream my lungs out, but no one would hear me. I laid down on my side and started to cry, thinking of my master and why I listened to Chen. But then, all of a sudden, it crossed my mind the way Ross spoke to Mr. Robertson. He was so scared of him and very apologetic when Mr. Robertson spoke to him. I remember there were times that Ross used to disappear for a few hours. When one day I asked him "Where did you go?", he started to slap me across my face and smack me on the back of my head and told me that it was none of my business. This is why he had so much power around the other cell mates. He was the fuck boy of Mr. Robertson and everyone was scared of him because he would rat on them. Mr. Robertson was a mean mother fucker warden.

I laid on my side with arms locked in a straitjacket and was getting so hungry and thirsty. My arms were getting sore and numb in the jacket. I rolled over the floor trying to find a position to sleep but I could not shut my eyes. I didn't know if it was day or night, but I am sure I have been inside the room for more than a day or even more. 

Finally the door opened and a man with a track suit and a black mask over his head walked in with a tray of food. "Are you hungry?" He asked

"Yes I am" I said pulling myself up on my knees

"First you have to come and suck on this and if you do a good job I will give you your dinner" He said pulling his seven inch hard pecker out from his track pants.

to be continued.....