For an entire week Jake left me alone at night. My plan had paid off. He became a gentleman and allowed me to heal since his first night with me. And most importantly, he kept me as his, not allowing anyone else's advances. I slept well, though still anxious of the day when he's had enough and tries to enter me again. I decided to prepare myself well for the next time he comes to me. Each night I would finger my bum, try to get soft and supple. Sex with Jake was amazing, but I dreaded the pain thereafter. I got into the habit of lubing myself before bed each night, using extra lube just in case Jake wants me. I stole a cucumber from the canteen and would often walk with it inside me, to open my bum up and not get any pain. After some days of practice, I think I finally got the hang of it, and began to enjoy it. I found a sweet spot in my bum that turned me on so much, I actually got tempted to ask Jake to come join me.
But I resisted.
Prison showers are both a scary and soothing place. A fully open room, multiple hot showers, men all naked next to each other, and enough steam to conceal any naughtiness that some get up to. For a soft and delicate man like me however, it was wholly a scary place. While Jake protected me everywhere else and others feared him, in the shower they got more zealous and daring. It was Saturday and as soon as I got naked and stepped into the shower room, I would get rubbed and touched and spanked from all sides. I tried to quickly make my way to be near Jake, my protector, my man.
Jake's physique was extraordinary. Ooh what a man! Despite not being gay, I would get lost in the sight of him stretching in the shower, the water trickling down his hard muscles, dripping off his hairy body, running down his bronze back. As hairy as he was, I don't think I'd want him any other way. He was to die for. I once realised the awkwardness of my staring and put my tongue back in my mouth. I'm not a gay man, I reminded myself.
"Hey Jake's bitch! Today you're with us!" said a group of daring thugs.
"He's not a bitch!" shouted Jake. All were surprised. Many had become tired of Jake's preference for me and began to question if Jake should be their leader in prison.
"You're gone soft Jake! We need to harden you up, along with your bitch!", and with that they ganged up on us.
Jake was a hardened fighter. He reminded them of the beast that he was. He beat them all up, throwing them against the wall and stopping just shy of breaking anyone's bones.
One found a broom and tried to beat Jake with it, but I rushed in between. I rushed to protect my man, and I took the broom beating, till Jake was able to turn around and beat him down as well.
All retreated, leaving just us in the shower. I held him, checked where he took hits, and massaged him. "You took a beating for me?" he asked in surprise.
