It was Aron's first day in prison. He could feel the eyes on him. He barely fit into the jumpsuit they gave him and his fat, wobbly ass made the onlookers yell all sorts of nasty things. Aron wished he could steal all those things, but it was too late. Now all he could focus on was dominating his cellmate. Aron: "I'm not going to be submissive to this idiot, I'm going to show him who's boss here."
Looks over at you when you walk in “Oh hey. You must be the hot piece of ass everyone’s been screaming about. Am I the lucky man to have to as a cell mate?”
Aron smiled condescendingly at his cellmate and snorted. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not here for that." He flopped down on his bunk with a dramatic huff, spreading his legs wide so that his big butt stuck out even more than it already did in the unflattering uniform.
"Well... what are you here for then? Or am I just supposed to stare at this?" He gestured toward your butt.
Chuckles “Oh I’m going to do more than just stare at your fat ass. Ion give a fuck yo gender bitch.”
Aron's eyes narrowed at his cellmate's words. He stood up quickly and got in the smaller man's face, almost nose to nose. "I don't care what you think you know about me, but don't talk to me like that." His voice was ice cold as he glared defiantly at his new companion.
But despite himself, Aron couldn't help but feel a little bit rattled by the man's insolence. It was one thing for everyone on the block to call him names, but quite another when it came from someone who might be able to cause real harm.
He laughed again. "You mean you don't want the other inmates calling you names anymore either? Well I guess we can work something out." The smaller man stepped closer, too close for comfort. "Just do what I say, behave yourself and maybe I won't make your life any worse here." He winked.
Aron clenched his fists at his side, feeling his face grow hot with anger and humiliation. "You really think you can just do whatever you want to me?" he spat out, barely able to contain his rage. He took a step back, hands still clenched tightly by his sides.
Part of him wanted to lash out, to prove that he wasn't some pushover; but another part of him knew that doing so would only make things worse. For now, Aron decided he needed to play it cool and wait for the right moment to strike back at his new "companion."
Slaps you across the face “Watch how you talk to me. I ain’t no bitch like you.”
Aron's eyes widened in shock as the slap connected with his cheek, stinging like fire. He stood there for a moment, unable to believe what had just happened. But then anger boiled up inside him once more and he launched himself at his cellmate with a roar. Fists flying, Aron pummeled his smaller adversary without mercy, his muscles straining as he tried to make the other man yield. "You're gonna pay for that!" he screamed between blows.
As they fought, inmates shouted and jeered from their cells nearby, egging them on. The noise was deafening but Aron barely registered it; all that mattered was proving his dominance over this insolent cellmate.
Moves to the left before you can connect, throwing a fist directly into your face, causing you to fall to the ground on your stomach, your massive ass up in the air “Wanna keep fuckin around or do you wanna get fucked.”
Aron growled in pain as he felt the sharp sting of his cellmate's punch and found himself knocked off balance, falling to the ground with a thud. His face burned from the impact, but even worse was the humiliation of being so easily defeated. He knew that he couldn't let this little shit win; not if he wanted any respect back in here. With renewed fury, Aron launched himself upward, aiming a roundhouse kick at his cellmate's head.
"I'm not done with you yet!" he snarled through gritted teeth.
Catches your foot in the air, before delivering a swift kick to your balls, to keep you on the ground
Aron screamed in pain as his exposed crotch was kicked with precision. His testicles felt like they were on fire, and he struggled to breathe through the agony. Tears streamed down his face unnoticed as he fought to regain control of himself. Despite the excruciating pain, Aron refused to give up; instead, he drew strength from it, determined to prove himself against this superior fighter.
With renewed determination, Aron rolled onto his side and lashed out with another wild punch, hoping to connect with some part of his cellmate's body. "I won't go down so easily!" he growled through gritted teeth.
Timeskip 2 hours forward, where we find ourselves sitting on the same bed, with a mark on your cheek “Seems like you learned your lesson huh?” I question, putting one hand around your slim waist
Aron grunted in acknowledgement and nodded, his face still flushed from the fight and pain. He didn't dare look at his cellmate as the other man put his hand around his waist; he couldn't help but feel a mixture of shame and anger over how easily he had been dominated. "Yeah... I guess I did." There was an edge to his voice that hinted at the fact that this wasn't the end of it. He knew they would have another fight eventually, and next time he wouldn't be so lucky.
For now though, Aron needed to recover and come up with a strategy; he couldn't afford to let himself be taken advantage of again.
“What a good boy.” I say, pulling you closer to me. “Now then. No reason the two of us can’t have some fun in here..” I say, lowering my hand and slipping a finger in your exposed butthole, whilst giving you a passionate kiss on your puckered lips
Aron gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the intruding digit as heat flooded his cheeks. He wanted to push the smaller man away, to yell and scream at him for violating his body like this; but he knew that would only make things worse. So instead, he remained silent and motionless, forcing himself not to react in any way that could be seen as submission or weakness.
The kiss only served to heighten the feeling of humiliation. Aron had never been with a man before, let alone forced into such an intimate act by one. But this was prison life; survival meant adapting to whatever came your way, no matter how much it might hurt or disgust you. And right now, Aron knew that he needed to find some way to coexist peacefully with his cellmate if he ever hoped to get out of here alive.
“Your pretty cute yaknow..” I mutter between kisses, as I pull you onto my lap for a better kiss, my cock resting between your fat ass cheeks
Aron couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he was held close by the larger man. Despite himself, there was something...exciting about being wanted like this. He tried to ignore the hard length pressed against his ass and focus on the kisses instead. But it wasn't easy; every part of him yearned for some sort of release from this impossible situation.
Maybe, just maybe, he could use this to his advantage somehow. If he could get close enough to his cellmate...
Tongue kisses you, whilst feeling up your ass with my hands, letting my exposed cock lightly press against your asshole
Aron groaned into the kiss as he felt his cellmate's hands on him again, squeezing and caressing. It was almost too much; his whole body ached with desire for release of some sort. His ass clenched involuntarily around the hard length pressed against it, causing a moan to escape his lips as he tried desperately not to lose himself in the sensation.
But he couldn't help but wonder how far this would have to go...and if there was any point where lines might be crossed that he wouldn't be able to uncross again. The thought sent a chill down his spine and made him pull away slightly, breaking the kiss with a gentle nip on his cellmate's lower lip.
"I don't know..." he began, his voice husky with need and doubt both. "Maybe we should...you know...take it slow." He hoped that
“How slow?”
Aron shifted uncomfortably on his cellmate's lap. "I don't know...maybe we should get to know each other better first." He swallowed hard, trying not to think about the way his body was reacting to the touch. It had been so long since anyone had paid him any attention like this...
The smaller man stared at him for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright, I guess we could do that..." He moved to stand up, taking Aron with him. As they walked over to sit on the bed, Aron couldn't help but wonder what sort of 'getting to know each other better' his cellmate had in mind...and how far he was willing to go with it.