The first time I entertained myself with a young man, I'd not long returned back from serving three years of sexual servitude. I say this because when you've been given the choice of being fucked by one man, or the whole fucking prison, you choose wisely.
Size, strength and your reputation count for nothing inside. Only who you know and who keeps your back. I had no
one, I was with no one and I was only one. I was fit, strong and handsome. That I was in prison for violence, mattered not. What mattered when I was approached was my decision, a decision after long hours in my cell, I knew I had to take.
Sucking his cock was nothing. I'd sucked dick before, but only for a jest. Having seven inches thrust up your virgin arsehole was something totally different. I was in a foreign country with absolutely no one to turn to, and I soon learned it was better to serve one master, then be fucked by everyone who wanted fresh meat.
As the months passed by, I began not only to enjoy his ways of fucking me, but I was the one seeking out the sexual gratification. Eventually his charge of me was challenged and he had to respond. Unfortunately I thought at first, he lost.
The man who took on my sexual mantel was everything I feared in prison. A nutter, someone who's mind was completely resigned to his fate, and someone who didn't give a rats arse about anyone or anything. Yet he wanted me, he wanted me more than I ever would have guessed.
Straight away it wasn't a normal, I fuck you, you take it sexual relationship. From the off he kissed me and wanted kissing. He also wanted long long sessions of sex and I gave him everything he wanted. Our relationship grew and soon it became a two way flip flop when we fucked. Everyone knew I was his and everyone except one man in there kept their distance.
Stupidly I thought I'd serve my sentence under his wing and only have to take his six inch cock nightly. I was wrong.
The night my lover was killed, I knew why, power and drugs. And I also knew my arsehole was up for grabs.
It was nearly five weeks later when everything kind of settled down. Everything and everyone had been on "Watch" and I'd become blase. Then I was given to my new master.
As crazy as it may seem, the prisoners of a certain ilk ran the prison. The time I'd been given from my last charge, my lover, was only to allow me to think I was safe. Being placed with A taught me who ran that part of the prison, and who held the power right then.
In his cell I was brutalized by him and his long meaty cock. I was made to service him and his "Boys" every single day, both orally and anally. My arsehole bled for weeks until my body got used to the constant fucking. And then when I thought it couldn't get any worse after almost six months, I was loaned out to a man whom I truly feared. Not for his violence, but his reputation for splitting men's arseholes.
He'd wanted me since I'd entered the prison, yet he knew he couldn't have me until he was "Passed" me. I was to my last charges, spent. A used up sexual item, and they'd already chosen a new eighteen year old.
Seeing his fully engorged cock the first time genuinely frightened me. I thought I'd be used to to cock by then, but his erection doesn't fit in the true sense of men's manhoods. I will not describe it here, but let you imagine the sheer size of a man's cock that can and had split other young men's rears. I was in dread and he knew it, yet he still had me strip naked for him. It was then he smiled and I knew maybe just maybe I'd be ok.
It hurt, by Christ it hurt. Yet my arsehole stretched and stretched some more. I was kneeling on his bunk and he'd plied my arsehole with lots of lube, which in there was hair conditioner. That alone told me I wasn't there just to satisfy him the once, but to become his.
The very depths of my body was where his enormous cock sought to be, and eventually after long long minutes of urging his cock inside of me, he reached. I was fucked like never before and he carried on fucking me way past his first orgasm. His cum already filled my bowels when his cock released again and he finally withdrew. I'd by lying to say I'd enjoyed any part of our initial fuck, but then I was physically ok, and afterwards he had us kiss.
Some prisoners fuck you, some have you suck them off. Not many, if hardly any ever kiss you. Those who do want you for their wive's, their prison "other halves". And once you become theirs, they'll fight to keep you.
Over the rest of my time inside that corrupt and violent place, he made me his and I became untouchable. Everyone who was anyone knew not to bother me, and that's how I grew to love that man. In time I even began to take his cock fully,and orgasm every time he fucked me.
My release came, and we fucked the last night of my sentence. We both knew we'd never see each other again, so we were still having sex (I was sucking him off) when they came to release me.
Back home in England it took time to settle back into being a "normal" human being again. And I found having sex with the women I did, totally alien at first. I knew why and I also knew it would probably take some time to readjust. Then out walking my new puppy, I was approached in a park by a young lad. He wanted to know if I wanted some fun. He wanted to know if I had reason for him to suck on my cock, and if I really wanted to, to fuck him.
Choices choices.
You know the rest. Or do you ?