Turning Out Pretty Boy

Turning Out Pretty Boy - chapter five - Welcome to the Joint

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TURNING OUT PRETTY BOY

BY COLTON AALTO

CHAPTER FIVE - WELCOME TO THE JOINT

Midway through the afternoon following my fateful morning meeting with Jaxx, the guards arrived to move me from solitary into the general population. I collected my few things and followed them, still numb from what happened earlier. I'd lost my cherry, something I'd only recently decided I wanted, and I realized I was embarking on a new stage of life – as a white bitch boi owned by a Black God. I would never be the same.

Neither would my ass.

Along the way, the guards couldn't resist taunting me, making snide comments about my long, surfer-blond hair, pretty boy looks and bubble butt. It was apparent I was still on their shit list and each one seemed to know I'd been turned out by Jaxx. They found my new status as the trophy bottom boy for a big dicked Black man hilarious. Well, I'd asked for it – both the guards' disdain as well as Jaxx's huge fuck tool and big load. I bit my tongue, resisting my usual urge to whine and complain. My days of griping and hoping it produced some sympathy were over.

The guards pointed me to a cell that looked like every other cell on the block. Two narrow twin beds a small chest for each inmate, along with the obligatory sink-shitter combo. I put my stuff away in the vacant chest and was peeking at my new roommate's stuff when I suddenly put the pieces together. I was in Jaxx's room.

The conversation that Captain Murphy and the Black God had after he took my cherry now made sense. Murphy made sure the stud would have easy and unfettered access to my asshole. He'd totally set me up. I still had a lot to learn about how prison worked, but my sense earlier that Jaxx ran the place wasn't far from the truth. I was officially the Black stud's cum dump.

As short time later, he entered the room and I caught my breath. He ignored me, as if I weren't there, stripping off his shirt, dropping it on the floor and giving me an up-close view of his magnificent torso. Damn, the man's chiseled muscles and rock-hard body were stunning. He put his long arms behind his head and stretched, a move that made his biceps pop out. He glanced at me for the first time and then pointedly down at his shirt.

What the fuck? It was almost like a silent play, the script of which I was supposed to know.

Suddenly it dawned on me. It was my job to pick up the shirt. I jumped up and folded it, putting it in with what I took to be his dirty clothes. It had his distinctive odor and that sorta went to my cock, which had gotten a head start as I scoped out the stud's muscles. I was once again taken by how he dominated the room with his sheer presence and enthralled by the aura of his power and control. Once I finished with his shirt, I followed his eyes to his sneakers and went to work, removing them and tugging off his socks.

His bare feet looked amazing and I was mesmerized. Hypnotized. They must have been like size 15 or 16. I don't think I'd ever seen bigger feet. For a split second I seriously contemplated kissing them. Somehow it seemed appropriate to kiss the God's feet before any other part of his body, and I knew I'd be doing it before long. But for the time being, Jaxx had something else in mind. "We taking a shower, boy." He pulled down his pants and underwear. His thick black snake distracted me from his feet and sorta took my breath away. No way that monster had been all the way up my ass.

Except it had.

He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his narrow waist, and slipped his big feet into a pair of flip-flops. I stayed on my knees, blinking and watching the show, but he hissed, "Get your faggot ass moving. I said WE taking a shower." I scrambled to strip and grab my towel.

I was puzzled because I knew inmates showered in the morning, but Jaxx walked to the shower room like he owned the place and said to the guard, "Hot outside. I'm gonna take another shower." He looked back at me as he said it, giving me a mysterious smile.

The guard never hesitated before waving us in, shutting the door behind us. We were alone, behind a locked door for the second time during the day. A bit of fear welled up inside me. He hadn't beaten me to a pulp earlier, merely savaging my asshole and popping my cherry, but that was before he claimed me and Captain Murphy green-lighted the arrangement. Now he owed my sorry ass and it was entirely possible he'd take the opportunity to teach me a lesson for losing it in the hallway the day before.

Instead, he tugged off his towel, exposed his amazing body and said, "You left your ass juices on my cock this morning, slut. I think you know what to do."

I relaxed slightly but now had a different reason to be nervous. Sucking a cock would be another first for me. I'd never had a dude's dick in my mouth. I'd made plenty of boys suck mine, but I never considered reciprocating. I didn't hesitate, although in the back of my mind I reasoned that if he really wanted his cock cleaned, he could easily turn on the shower. That obviously wasn't his agenda.

Dropping to my knees, I took his shaft into my hand, marveling at its heft. It was an amazing piece of meat. I had the funny feeling that something momentous was about to happen as I put my tongue out and began to lick. I was taking a step down a path and would never look back.

I had no idea what cock would taste like, but it was not much different than any other piece of skin, although Jaxx's manhood had a distinctive taste of his cum and sweat and my bum. That was mostly from the goo that was trapped inside his foreskin. As long as I avoided thinking I was eating shit, it wasn't that bad. Actually, it was considerably better than that, because in the back of my mind was the thought that I was tasting the God's essence. I figured I'd be slurping on his fuck stick a lot following its excursions into my ass and, for that matter, in advance of those excursions too.

Unlike the scene in Murphy's office earlier in the day, I now had a clear, close up view of Jaxx's enormous black shaft. I wished I had a tape measure. The bull cock was well over eight inches and as fat as a beer can. Nine inches? Probably. Ten? Yeah, quite possibly. Was his incredible uncut tool the fabled foot-long dick? It might have been. A German kid I knew once bragged his pecker was somewhere between ten and twelve inches, or as he put it, 25 and 30 centimeters, and Jaxx was there. Twenty-five to thirty centimeters of hard man meat that had been imbedded in my formerly virgin ass only hours ago and would be again, on a regular basis. Twenty-five to thirty centimeters of fuck stick that he expected me to mouth.

I didn't think there was any way I'd get much of his massive manhood into my mouth, but I forced some down my throat. I worked the rest of his shaft with my hand, rolling his silky foreskin up and down in time with my efforts to bob up and down on his rod. The feel of his incredible cock in my mouth and in my hand was making my dick tent toward the sky.

Jaxx apparently wasn't the patient type when it came to getting head. Growling, "You can do better than that, you little bitch," he took over, shoving me against the shower wall, grabbing the sides of my head, and forcing his cock down my throat. I was helpless and he knew it. He had me exactly where he wanted me, gagging and gasping for breath. I wondered if my throat would recover from being forced wide open by his thick tool. It didn't hurt as much as my hole had earlier in the day when he administered the brutal fuck down of my cherry ass, but I was certain I'd have a horribly sore throat afterwards.

I concentrated as much as I could on doing the things that felt good when I'd gotten head and avoiding the ones that felt bad. Above all, I knew to keep my teeth away. It wouldn't help my pretty boy image to look like a hockey player with a few missing teeth.

He slowly pulled his pole out of my mouth, slammed it back in, and began a brutal face fuck. I gagged repeatedly and my eyes started to water. No tears this time but there wasn't much difference. My throat protested and while it didn't hurt as bad as my ass had, that wasn't a great consolation prize. A couple of times I thought I was going to pass out or suffocate. Jaxx didn't care, snarling, "Gag on that cock, motherfucker!"

I tried to relax, letting him use my mouth to service his big thick rod. I wasn't even taking his entire shaft down my throat. Given how much trouble I was having with the girth and length of his tool, I couldn't figure out how I'd taken it in my ass. In the back of my mind, I understood I was officially and forever a cocksucker. It was a term I'd used with some glee after I spermed other boys' mouths, but now the derisive term fit me. I wasn't particularly happy about that, but on the other hand, I'd go down on Jaxx whenever he wanted. Fuck. It was just a label.

Trying to distract myself, I focused on how incredible Jaxx's body looked as his muscles flexed with the effort of the face bashing. It was amazing. In the humidity of the shower room, his smooth black skin was soon covered with sweat. I glanced away for a moment, which got me a slap to the face and a growl. "Look at me when you go down on me, slut. I wanna see those blue eyes and see how much you want my nut." It probably was written all over my face. He punctuated his instructions by slamming his hard rod into my mouth, holding it deep down my throat until I thought I was going to pass out, and then pulling out and saying harshly, "Suck, bitch, suck it!" I struggled to comply.

The stud thrust his hips forward, drilling his fuck stick into my mouth. I wasn't really sucking cock as much as providing a wet hole for him to use. I figured I'd be in for a long skull fuck because he'd already nutted once, but he only rammed his shaft down my helpless throat for five or ten minutes before he started panting heavier and barked, "Swallow, bitch. You're always going to swallow. Understand?" I kept my mouth clamped on his manhood as he climaxed, the first thick stream of ball juice shooting down my throat, coating my mouth.

I didn't have a preconception as to what jizz would taste like, but I liked it. Salty, tangy, thick, and stringy. Maybe I was predisposed to like it because I knew I was downing Jaxx's ball batter, which gave me a little thrill. His cock jumped with each shot of nut butter, and I struggled to keep the cum in my mouth although I finally managed to swallow the whole load. I wasn't grossed out the way I thought I might be. I was sorta happy that the Black God's babymakers were swimming laps in my stomach.

I continued to lick his cock after he released my head. As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled it from my mouth, rubbing it over my face. "That pretty face looks good covered with a little dick jizz and my cock resting on it. Not bad for the first time. What are you now, white boy?"

I drew a blank but said the first thing that came to mind. "A cocksucker. Your cocksucker." I'd been thinking it moments ago, and now I'd said it.

"That's right. My cocksucker. I knew you were a smart boy. You can do better, and you're gonna learn how to deep throat my whole dick, but this was okay for starters." I didn't know how to react to the mild compliment. I was still having trouble getting my mind around the fact that I had become his bitch boy, sucking him and taking his huge dong up my ass. I'd be doing it at his beck and call. Not that I was complaining. My own pole was rigid and wet with pre-cum. Hell, it had been for much of the day.

Jaxx let me continue to lick his cock and his big black balls, which I'd overlooked in my rush to blow the stud. They were the perfect accompaniment to his shaft, giant black eggs that felt firm and full even after the stud dumped two loads in me. His ball sac was smooth and dangled low in the heat of the shower room. It was amazing, befitting a Black God.

Jaxx turned on the water while I was still worshiping his junk, closing his eyes and letting the warm water run down his body. I had to shut my eyes too, which was a shame because the scenery was inspiring. However, with my eyes shut I was even more cognizant of his manhood. It seemed it never completely softened.

After a minute or two the stud nudged me with his feet. I opened my eyes in time to catch a tiny bar of soap he tossed me. It took me a moment to realize what my job was. I hopped up and began to soap his smooth black skin, which did nothing to make my goddam boner go away.

Every inch of the Black God's body was magnificent. I soaped his hard, ripped muscles, fascinated by his smooth, dark skin. His ass was, well, stunning. I carefully cleaned his balls and dick, pulling back his foreskin to wash the full length of his shaft, although it occurred to me that leaving a bit of ball juice inside the foreskin might make his cock very tasty the next time I went down on him. I got on my hands and knees, washing his slender legs and big feet, and looked up at him as I finished. He had a faint smile that was hard for me to decipher, but I think I understood it. The soaping exercise had been a test, a way for me to show the stud how much I'd worship his body. With his junk inches from my face, I breathed in his manly scent and was overcome by his powerful aura.

It only seemed right for me to end by kissing his huge feet. Hell, I'd be doing it sooner or later, and I might as well demonstrate how thoroughly the dominate stud had subjugated me, barely 24 hours after I met him. I bent down and touched my lips, pressing them against his right foot, but as I moved to his left foot, he raised his right foot, slid it into my taint and rubbed it, causing my erection to lurch. Slipping his big toe into my crack, he massaged my hole. I practically came hands-free.

I spent so much time kissing his feet that I barely had time to splash a little water on my body and rub a little soap on my skin while Jaxx stood under the warm water with his eyes closed. Jaxx watched me with the same bemused smile he'd had in Murphy's office and said, "Bend over and soap that tight little boi butt. You always are gonna keep it nice and clean for me." I did what he wanted, slapping plenty of soap into my crack and even slipping soapy finger into my hole. Still a little raw from this morning, but not awful. It felt weird to be washing my ass in front of him, but also a little hot to perform for him.

I fully expected Jaxx to pull my finger out and ram his black python inside my hole, but instead he said, "Get the towels." I quickly rinsed my butt crack and dried him off. I didn't have time to run a towel over my own skin, so I was still dripping as we left the shower, with water running from my long hair down my bare chest and back. The guards never batted an eye. Maybe they didn't know what had gone down.

Hell, yes, they knew. Their smirking eyes betrayed them. So what if they understood I was Jaxx's bitch? It wouldn't be long before the open secret wasn't a secret.

We dressed and I meekly followed Jaxx to the cafeteria. The place was already crowded when we arrived and it seemed as if every conversation stopped and all eyes turned toward us. I felt like a raw piece of meat dangling by a giant hook in the midst of a pack of hungry wolves. Jaxx waited until we were in the middle of the dining room before stopping, turning to me with clenched jaws and a glare. Slipping his big hand into my pants, he grabbed my ass with an iron grip and snarled, "I think the dudes here wanna know who this belongs to. Tell `em."

I realized what was happening. He was announcing to gen pop that he owned my ass, marking me as his property so there'd be no confusion. My reaction was completely reversed from how I'd behaved in the hallway the day before. That seemed like eons ago. I kept my eyes straight ahead and felt my face flush as I said, "This is Jaxx's property!" The room erupted in laughter.

Nice introduction to the inmate population. I'd probably set a prison record as the first dude who'd been turned out even before eating a meal in the main dining room.

Jaxx grinned, announced, "Nice ass," and slapped my bum, hard. "Go get some dinner, Sunshine." Taking a deep breath and ignoring the chatter that erupted, I headed to the food line. My ass felt wet. Either I hadn't gotten it dried completed after the shower or he'd caused some of his nut to leak from my hole when he manhandled my butt moments earlier. Oh, well. My hole had been wet ever since I left the Captain's office, hours ago.

I got a tray of unappealing food and looked around for a place to sit. I'd seen enough of how the groups segregated in the yard to know there were plenty of places where I wasn't welcome. In particular, I knew I wasn't eating with Jaxx. I was saved when Ramon, the queenie Latino prison bitch, grabbed my arm and said, "This way, honey. You ain't gonna be welcome except with the wives and hos. Plus, I know Jaxx well enough to know he ain't gonna be happy with you if you're trying to make friends with these thugs." I made a mental note to follow Ramon's caution.

He guided me through the dining room, past dozens of inmates sneering and hurling derogatory comments at us. Ramon talked back to a couple of the inmates, but I kept my mouth shut. I'd already lost my cool once when confronted by catcalls and whistles, and I realized I might as well get used to it as it wasn't going to change anytime soon. I was tempted to swish my ass and taunt them, but I somehow knew Jaxx would be pissed as hell if I did. He'd promised Murphy that I'd be perfectly well behaved, and I didn't want to find out how he'd punish me if I caused trouble.

We reached a far corner of the room, where a dozen dudes occupied a long table. They eyed me with curiosity rather than the scorn I got from the rest of the inmates. Ramon introduced me as Sunshine, although between the scene in the hallway yesterday and what had just happened in the dining room, everybody knew who I was. I resigned myself to the reality that the guards and the inmates would continue using the nickname, regardless of what I did. The prison's records had my correct name, but that was as far as it would go – none of the guards or inmates even knew it. Maybe a bit of anonymity wasn't a bad thing. I'd become Sunshine, the blond-haired trophy fuck with the golden ass.

I was happy to see Aidan. The Asian twins and a couple of other dudes I recognized from the yard were there. The football jock wasn't there, but maybe his bros let him eat with them because he was a jock. The group was disproportionately white, and after Aidan's talk about how easy it was to turn out boys from the suburbs, I assumed burb boys were overrepresented. Many of the kids had slight frames – in other words, the exact opposite of the muscular, hardened Black and brown dudes who ran the prison's gangs. Oddly, the table was the only one in the entire room that was diverse and not mostly segregated. The one thing the group had in common was taking cock from other inmates, and apparently in prison getting buttboned was the one thing that trumped skin color.

Aidan and Ramon were about the only dudes who didn't come off as pussy-whipped and scared. Aidan acted like I was an old friend, making a spot for me next to him and slapping me on the back. He eagerly asked, "Dude what happened? I didn't think you were listening when I said you should go after one of the Black Godz. You not only did, but you also got the King! The fucking King of the Black Godz! Jaxx is a stud among studs. And fuck! You ain't even been in gen pop overnight!"

I shrugged and began to eat, although the food tasted even worse than it looked. Maybe that was the reason few of the inmates were overweight. "You were right all along, dude. I mean, about the Black Godz."

"So, um, I kinda hate to ask this, but has the King fucked you yet?"

"Only once."

Ramon was sitting across from us and exclaimed, "Gurl, you did not!"

I gave him a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I kinda did."

He threw up his hands. "Story of my life. The pretty ones get all the breaks! And all the hunks!" It occurred to me that my looks had helped me after all. Just not in the way I'd thought they would.

Aidan said, "Shit, dude, is your ass okay? Rumor is it that Jaxx has a huge monster cock and he fucks hard."

"I can confirm that rumor. Monster dong. As for fucking hard, well, after what I did in the hallway yesterday, do you think he went easy on me?"

"Damn. Did he rip your ass?"

"Hell yes. It isn't easy to sit down. But I figure it's like lifting weights. You know you're gonna be sore after the first time, but you eventually adjust." I had no basis to believe that and was mostly hoping it was the case. My hole was still raw and tingling from Jaxx's first foray into it. Cleaning it out in the shower had only irritated it.

"Fuck. You've only been in gen pop for like what, two, three hours? When did he nail you?"

"Duh. Earlier today."

Aidan shook his head. The other dudes around the table were staring at me with big eyes and, in Ramon's case, a big smile. I kinda got off on the awe in their expressions, even if the group only consisted of outcasts.

The conversation veered off into something else and we finished dinner. The other tables were starting to clear out and I got up, but Ramon grabbed my arm and shook his head. "Let the real men go first, darling. It's not worth pulling the tail of a lion."

His comment made me realize I had plenty of things to learn about life in prison, but I couldn't resist kidding him a bit. "Are you sure? I bet an angry lion could be a nice ride."

His eyes got big, and he broke out laughing. "Now you're talking like me, gurl!"

I sat back down but Ramon's caution brought home how much Aidan smoothed the way for me. Most obviously with Jaxx, but also with day-to-day things that we'd talked about during our forced stay together. Turning to him I said, "I was sort of a jerk most of the time in intake and I apologize, but I really appreciate you explaining how things are. I owe you big time."

Aidan got a sly, mischievous smile and said, "Owe me big enough to let me have a little fun with the bubble butt everyone is talking about?"

It was my turn to be surprised. "What the hell? I thought you were straight! You said you didn't like shoving your cock in a dude's ass!"

He grimaced and blushed. "Yeah, I might have said that. But any dude would be helpless after watching your ass for two fucking days. As soon as I was out of that cell I regretted that I didn't do you. My morning wood was a helluva lot worse when I woke up and saw the round glutes of your boi butt underneath the sheets – or even better, on top of them. Gay for the stay, dude."

I wondered what I'd have done if he'd come on to me. I wouldn't have surrendered my ass. It was too soon on the journey I was on. But now? Yeah, I'd put my legs in the air for him. However, that wasn't going to happen because I was owned by a Black God. Aidan had to understand that, but I pointed it out. "You heard what Jaxx made me say when I came in. This property belongs to him."

"What if I already have his permission?"

"What the fuck?"

Aidan took a deep breath. "I feel kinda bad about this, but Jaxx happened to see you when the guards brought you in the first day, even before you were put in the cell with me. He immediately decided he wanted you. Said he liked your spunk, how you gave shit to the guards, that long surfer blond hair, and of course, the pretty face and the ass that wouldn't quit. He knew I'd just come in too and you'd be housed with me, so he told me to help turn you out and he'd take care of me afterward. If Jaxx asks you to do something, you don't turn him down, if you know what I mean. I saw him this afternoon in the yard. He said you were a high-quality piece of ass, better than he expected, and asked what I wanted. I told him it was a go at your sweet butt. He said that was mine, along with a go at your mouth, anytime I was horny, plus whatever else I wanted."

I guess I was a little hurt that Aidan had targeted me. I'd been thinking we were friends. "So you were like waiting for me? And all along you were just trying to turn me out?"

"Well, yeah, although I didn't say anything I didn't believe. I didn't make anything up. Well, maybe the part about being completely straight outside the prison. I do have a girlfriend but... Well, um., you see, uh, she has a twin brother. Gay for the stay and straight rest of the way? Eh, not exactly. Straight part of the way." He blushed, giving me a sheepish smile.

I frowned. "You did the brother too?"

He rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah. Been doing both of them for three years, ever since the first night she let me dick her. I was still horny when I left her room and ran into her brother, who'd listened to her moaning and figured out what we'd been doing. He was waiting for me and said he wouldn't tell their parents on one condition. I had to fuck his brains out. I figured a hole's a hole so why not? He'd didn't waste any time swallowing my bone and got me hard again in no time. I decided I needed to teach the little shit a lesson for threatening me, so when I plugged his boi pussy I seriously tried to destroy it. I got a little carried away and fucked his asscunt four times. I mean, I slam fucked him like you wouldn't believe. His tight twat was better than hers. Still is. I don't think he could walk the next day.

It turned out that I created a monster and the only lesson he learned that night was how much he liked getting a cock in his ass. For the next three years I'd bonk the girl and stop on the way out to bonk the boy. By the time I snuck out of their house, his ass was so damn sloppy that he had to be leaking jizz for a week. I did her aunt and uncle too."

Jeez! I was back to listening to Aidan's wild stories and wondering if he was bullshitting. Still, he'd been dead right about what went on in the prison. "Seriously? Her aunt and uncle?"

He grinned. "Hot cougar and a hot daddy. Tough combination to beat."

For some reason I asked, "Together or separate?"

"Both. I met her first. She was desperate for dick, so I figured why not? Cougars are the best. I'd fucked her like four or five times and didn't even know she was married when I was drilling her pussy one night and her husband came home and caught us. He was drunk and mouthed off a bunch, mostly yelling at her, but he pissed me off so I tied him up and made him watch me shove my bone back inside her. Slapped the bitch around a bit `cuz she didn't tell me she was married and fucked her three times just to show him how a real man would do her. When I untied him, the fucker had made a mess. Shot hands-free while watching. Go figure. I made him suck the cunt juices off my cock and then rammed it up his ass and made her watch. Wouldn't you know, he got rock hard as I pummeled his man pussy and she was fucking playing with her cunt.

"They told me that after I left they had the best sex they'd ever had. Once the kink was out of the bag, they admitted what they really fantasized about was a gang breaking in and doing both of them. I got some of Jamar's buddies and we did it one night. Their eyes got real big when they saw me and four black bros, and we spent the night guzzling their booze and abusing their holes. Five cocks and five holes. Yeah, she likes it in the ass almost as much as he does. Believe it or not, they're into even more kink than that."

"Like what?"

I'd finally reached Aidan's boundaries. He hesitated. "Uh, dude, if you really want to know..."

I raised my hands. "Yeah, you're right. Too much information. Forget I asked." I wouldn't be able to forget what he'd already said, but I certainly didn't need anything more. Well, maybe one thing more. "So, um, you like the twin brother?"

He let out a deep breath. "Oh my God! Jensen's a horny little bottom and sucks like a Hoover. Jennifer complains that I wear her out. She's only good for once or twice a night. Plus, she doesn't like it when I go too hard. But Jens doesn't mind anything I do to him. Likes it better when I rough him up and can't get enough of my jizz. When I got locked up the last time, it was harder on him than me. But not for long. He started taking it up the ass from his older brother, who realized what a slut his little brother was. Then his bro started pimping him out. First only to some of his friends, but then he realized that dudes would pay good money for twink ass. Hell, I should have thought of that! I could've made some big bucks selling him to old guys.

"Even getting whored out by his brother wasn't enough for the little shit. He began hanging out at a rest area on the highway outside of town, servicing every trucker who wanted a blow job or a little boy butt. He met a farmer there who lives down the road and the two are like boyfriends now."

"So he's taken now? Too bad."

He grinned. "Not bad at all. They're not monogamous. Far from it. Farmer likes to watch and Jensen likes to perform. The whore's still in high school and lives at home, so just like it used to be, after I fuck Jennifer he's waiting for me, legs in the air and asscrack spread wide. And his farmer is a hot daddy who's into three-ways and all sorts of kink. They both like getting double penetrated, so they like me dropping by and shoving a second dick into their holes, preferably if they're on a webcam so other dudes are watching. If I ever marry Jennifer, family reunions are gonna be something else!"

I didn't how much of Aidan's story to believe but one thing was for certain. I'd never think about rural areas in quite the same way.

By then the rest of the dining room was empty, meaning it was safe for the outcasts to bus their trays. We got up, but something that kinda bummed me out was bugging me. I'd never had many friends, and despite only knowing Aidan for two and a half days I'd begun to think of him as one. Now it sounded like he'd only befriended me to turn me out. "So you only pretended to be my friend to set me up?"

"No pretending. After I got to know you a little, I liked you and felt kinda guilty about pushing you, but I totally believe it was best. You okay with the way it turned out?" He rolled his eyes. "Pun not intended. I mean you okay being owned by Jaxx?"

"Yeah. I sure as hell wouldn't have thought I would have been, but I am."

"The thing about Jaxx telling me I could fuck you. I ain't gonna do that unless you're cool with it."

Hmm. Maybe the dream I'd had two nights ago of choking on Aidan's long dong was a vision from the future. I didn't have to think long about it. Now that I'd discovered what my ass felt like with a stiff cock inside it, I was ready. I'd seen enough of the dude's long pale rod to want to get up close and personal with it. On top of that, I wanted to do whatever Jaxx wanted me to do. Still, I couldn't resist playing Aidan a little. "I dunno, dude. Someone once told me that my dick was the wrong color and after today, I sorta feel the same way."

A look of disappointment crossed his face. "That's cool. I totally get it."

"Although... I did wonder if your morning wood is as hard as it looked."

He perked up. "Dude, trust me, it's that hard. And it would definitely be that hard if it were all the way up your bubble butt."

"How hard?"

"Rock hard. Hard enough that you'd think a stone pole was in your ass, even if you're used to being buttboned by Jaxx."

"So why didn't you just take me when you had the chance, rather than making up the story about never fucking dudes in the ass?"

"Ahh. You have no idea how close I came to doing that. But you were saying you'd never take it up the ass and I'm not into coercing dudes. And Jaxx, well, he'd already marked you as his and I didn't have permission yet. When you told me you were a virgin that was the end of the story. I knew he'd never forgive me if I busted your cherry before he got to you."

"How do you feel about sloppy seconds? `Cuz I think that's pretty much all that's gonna be available."

Aidan snorted. "Dude, I got news for you. Jaxx may keep you as his private cum dump for a while, but knowing how things work here, it won't be long before he's passing your tight ass around the joint like hot buttered popcorn at the movies. It ain't gonna be sloppy seconds. Sloppy yes, but a lot more than seconds. Don't matter to me, though. With your ass, I don't care how sloppy it is. I'm there." To punctuate the point, he grabbed his junk.

Once we were out of the dining room, Ramon claimed he was going in search of cock, and I hung out for a while with Aidan, the Asian twins and a skinny redheaded dude named Jarret who was a prison bitch like Ramon. I was sorta getting to know them when a Black dude wandered by and stopped, giving Jarret a scornful look. They exchanged a long glance and shortly after the bro left, Jarret followed him, licking his lips and announcing, "I need a little warm milk before bed." Aidan and the Asians nonchalantly took Jarret's comment in stride.

No long afterward, the inmates lined up to be locked in for the night. It was apparent the prison was on an early-to-bed, early-to-rise institution. As we split, Aidan grinned and announced, "I'm on my way to give some head and then take a big black cock in my pale white ass. Jamar is still horned up from not having use of my holes while I was out and he's been giving my boi pussy a workout ever since I got transferred back to gen pop. He still blames me for not being around and he's been taking it out on my sorry butt. Not something I'm complaining about, mind you." The twins giggled and exchanged a look that I couldn't decipher.

I pretty much knew how my night would end, but Aidan's comment confirmed my assumption. Even though Jaxx had already pumped two loads into my holes, he likely had a third load churning in his big balls, ready to fire into me. I was sorta nervous about it but also excited. It was what I'd signed up for.

I got back to the cell I shared with Jaxx before he showed up. Stretched out on my hard, narrow mattress I couldn't help but think about what would happen when he returned. My dick had been hard on and off all day and it plumped up in anticipation. My only regret that my hole was still raw and sore from Jaxx's first foray inside it. But it was clean.

My mind wandered to Aidan's comment about the Black God passing me around, whoring out my holes sooner or later. I might have shrugged off the hayseed's suggestion as another one of his crazy stories, but Captain Murphy had said much the same thing. Admittedly I had minimal knowledge about how prison worked, but everything I'd learned led me to the conclusion that it made sense. Jaxx would be giving me to other inmates sooner or later, but whatever he told me to do, I'd do. The Black God owned me and that thought made me feel warm inside.

Still, I had mixed feelings about other inmates using me to get off. I was certain none of them could compare to Jaxx, but the thought of other stiff cocks shoved into my boi pussy was kinda intriguing. In particular, I was ready for Aidan to collect his reward for helping turn me out. And maybe it was only because I was already addicted to Black studs, but getting Jamar's pole in my hole sounded good. Fuck. What else did I have to do in prison? After I was out I'd unpack what it meant emotionally to be a dick-crazed slut. I'd been through enough of a journey over the last two days that I didn't want to contemplate it.

Jaxx entered after everyone else was locked in and ignored me, tossing his clothes on the floor and plopping down on his bed. It was obvious he meant for me to pick them up, and I couldn't resist scoping out his bare chest as I took care of them. And checking out his junk. His soft cock rested lazily on his flat stomach, arched to the side so that the head reached all the way to his hip, and his balls were wedged in between his muscular thighs, one slightly on top of the other.

Jaxx's eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly, as if he were already asleep. I began to think nothing would happen. He was in charge so I knew better than to initiate anything myself, even to ask a question. Disappointed, I crawled into my bed and the lights went out a short while later.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note: My plan is to post the next chapter in a week or two, luck willing. Hope you enjoy it!

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