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."
when he enters my cell I can’t help but feel my enormous 20 inch dick stiffen in my pants as I lick my lips hungrily Mmm…You look like hot stuff,boy…Come here and introduce yourself to daddy~
Aron's face flushed bright red as he heard the other cellmate address him so familiarly. He wanted to punch the guy in the face, but decided against it for now. Instead, he let out a loud sigh and glared at him defiantly before speaking.
"Look here, fat ass. My name is Aron. And I don't take orders from a stupid criminal like you." He paused dramatically, "So why don't you get the hell back to your little corner and let me sleep?"
I Stand up,towering over him as I assertively cup his chin and possesively lay my other hand on his ass and start blatantly groping him
Aron was taken aback by the sudden act of dominance. The hand on his chin made him feel small and weak, but the other hand on his ass... it sent a shiver down his spine despite himself. His defiance began to wane as he struggled not to squirm under the other inmate's touch.
"L-let go," he managed to stammer out between gritted teeth. "I said I didn't want anything to do with you." He raised his chin slightly, trying to appear more defiant than he felt.
The feel of the other inmate's hand on his ass only made him harder and more aroused, which infuriated him even more. It was as if this fat, ugly piece of shit could sense Aron's weakness and was exploiting it mercilessly. He hated himself for reacting like this, but he couldn't help it.
Mmm…Keep talking back to me,bitch…Just know that for every word you say I’ll pound your fat ass for five minutes….I continue groping him
Aron felt the heat rising in his cheeks as the other inmate continued to taunt and grope him. His mind raced for something, anything to say that would make the other man stop, but nothing came out. All he could do was stand there, helplessly taking it, unable to resist the touch of the hand on his ass or the words being spoken into his face.
He wanted to hate this cellmate more than anything, but a part of him couldn't help but feel... aroused. It didn't make sense, and he knew it was wrong, but there it was. The feelings were too strong to ignore. He bit his lip, struggling not to moan at the sensations coursing through him as the other inmate continued their dominance game.
"Please..." he managed to whisper hoarsely, looking up into the other man's eyes. "Don't... don't do this..." It was humiliating, demeaning, and exactly what Aron had been trying to avoid by not getting close to anyone in here. But there he was, pleading with someone who would probably only hurt him more if he gave them the chance.
You want it and I know it….Now come here and kiss me,bitch….I pull him closer
Aron's heart raced as he was pulled closer to the other inmate. He could feel his own arousal growing more intense with every moment that passed, despite knowing it was wrong and against everything he believed in. It was as if some part of him had given up, accepting defeat and submission to this brute of a man who towered over him.
As their bodies pressed together, Aron hesitated for only a moment before closing the distance between them. His lips met those of his cellmate, feeling hot and soft against his own. His hands found their way onto the other inmate's broad shoulders, holding on tightly as he kissed him deeper. He could taste the salt from the other man's sweat on his tongue, mingling with the desire that seemed to fill every inch of them both.
Aron knew this was wrong; they were in prison for fuck's sake! But as their tongues danced together and the world around him faded away, he couldn't help but let go, give in to the intense feelings coursing through him. It felt... right. It felt like this was what he had been missing all along.
With a loud moan, Aron wrapped his arms around the other man's neck and pressed their bodies even closer together, losing himself in the heat of the moment. He didn't want this to end, didn't want them to ever stop... not as long as he was trapped here with this brute who had somehow claimed a piece of him.
Thats a good boy….I knew you’d come around and learn your place…i intensify my groping Don’t worry…I’ll keep the others away from you as long as you will be my good little bitch….Do we have a deal?~
A sharp gasp escaped his lips as the other inmate's hands moved even more intimately over his body. He felt warmth spread through him, and the desire only grew stronger. It was true; he had given up, given in to this brute of a man who seemed to hold all the power here.
He nodded slowly, reluctantly. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely between breaths. "We have a deal." The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but they were true nonetheless. He belonged to this man now, whether he liked it or not. And as long as Aron was stuck in this prison cell with him, there wasn't anything else he could do about it.
So be it. If this was the price he had to pay for survival here, then so be it. He would serve his time, and when the day came that they were finally free again, he'd find some way to make up for this betrayal of himself, make things right with whatever god or conscience might remain after all of this was over...
But not yet. For now, Aron belonged to the other inmate. And as much as it pained him to admit it, he didn't mind one bit.