James had never had to share a room with another man in his life. He'd never had a brother, he'd lucked out for his first year of college and snagged a single room, and then his whole life had changed. The guards escorted him down the halls, the sound of men stomping their boots and smacking their cell bars following him. James hung his head, his blond hair falling into his face. He was - or had once been - a cute college kid. He was a little nervous, a little bookish, his frame slender and light. With his big blue eyes, his full cocksucking lips and the cute glasses perched on his nose, he looked like the prison would eat him alive.
It had been a stupid mistake. Just once, he'd wanted to fit in. He'd had a few too many, and when his 'friends' had run out of beer, they had sent him out to get more. He knew that it was stupid, but he had been feeling flushed and flattered by all the attention. He hadn't wanted the guys to leave. So he'd gotten in his car, and he'd gone to buy beer. It was only three blocks away, what could possibly go wrong?
He ran over a little girl a block away from home, beer in the back seat. Child killer. Men (though at nineteen, he was little more than a boy) like him didn't get it easy in prison. The guards shoved him into his cell, un-cuffed him and shut the bars behind him, leaving him to his fate.
"Enjoy, princess," one said as they walked away laughing - Steve had lost his wife to a drunk driver years earlier, and he didn't take kindly to those that killed others through sheer stupidity. The guards could have been easy on the boy, could have put him with someone that wouldn't make his life a living hell, that would shelter him without taking it out of his ass, but they wanted to see James suffer. He was a pretty boy - by the end of the week, he'd have bent over for half the prison. And they had made sure to bunk him up with one of the guys with the biggest cocks to 'break him in'. Not that James knew his fate yet. He had an inkling from the TV, from rumours and jest, but surely prison couldn't be all that bad? Ever the optimist, James didn't want to think about what could be in store for him.
Kyle was sat up on the top bunk, his muscular back pressed against the wall as he watched his new cellmate, his expression blank. He eyed the boy up, taking in his smooth, pale skin, his lean body and his pretty face. The kid looked barely legal, and that was how Kyle liked them. He felt a tingling in his dick just looking at that innocent face, those big, cute eyes and those full lips. Kyle was betting that those lips had never been wrapped around a cock, though the kid looked like he sucked it constantly. No matter, Kyle would make sure to put those lips to good use. That ass, too.
"Turn around," he said, his voice deep, masculine and authoritative. Kyle was a big guy. At 6'4, he was about nine or ten inches taller than Kyle, and the muscles in his legs were about the size of Kyle's head. His arms were huge and covered in prison tattoos. The bulge in his crotch was pronounced, snaking down one leg. He wasn't even hard yet. He had a buzz cut, his hair dark and cropped close to his skull. His legs hung off the end of the bed.
"W-what?" James stammered, his voice meek compared to Kyle's. There was no doubt that his new cellmate was an alpha male, and James felt like a bug in his presence, like he wasn't a real man. Fuck, the guy bled testosterone. Next to Kyle, James was nothing.
"Turn around," Kyle insisted. "I want to check out that ass of yours." He grinned, his dimples showing, deceptively friendly.
"N-no," James said, his eyes widening. His hands fluttered awkwardly as if he didn't know quite what to do with himself.
"Tch. Boy, you don't want to make me come down there." Kyle's grin shifted, something dangerous lurking behind his eyes. His smile sharpened, showing one too many teeth. "Guards put you in here for a reason. You start screaming, they won't come. Now turn around and show me your ass."
"You can't do this," James said, his eyes filling with tears. He tried to hold them back - he was a man, after all. Men didn't cry. A wave of hopelessness went through him. His life was ruined. Just weeks ago, he had been a happy, carefree college kid. Now he was sharing a cell with a criminal and his life was ruined. He wouldn't be able to go back to college, get a job, anything. That was even if he ever got out of this place.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want," Kyle said, shifting on the bed. He reached a hand down between his legs and squeezed at the bulge in his orange jumpsuit, eyeing the pretty college boy. He liked it when they cried a little - it was real cute. "You wanna know why I'm in here, kid? I'm in here for raping a pretty boy like you. So think about how much you wanna push me. Like I said, they put you in here for a reason. They wanna see you suffer, boy. So turn the fuck around."
At the word 'raping', James' future flashed before him. He had no illusions - this man could overpower him easily. Letting out a helpless sob, he turned around and gripped the bars, turning his back to the other man.
"That's it," Kyle said. "Now stick your ass out real pretty, show me what you're working with, kid. If you've got a nice enough ass, maybe I'll keep you around a while."
James took a deep breath, fighting his humiliation. His cheeks flushed red and he curved his back, shoving his ass out at Kyle. Across the hall, there was another cell, two men watching and nudging each other. James avoided their eyes.
"That's a real nice ass, kid. But I can't see it so well with that baggy as shit jumpsuit on. Why don't you take it off, eh?"
"I don't want to," James said, still sticking his ass out at the man. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Please. Don't make me."
Kyle rolled his eyes - the fucking fag was so pathetic. "Come on, you got underwear under them, not like it's so bad. Strip 'em off for me, or do I have to come down and make you do it? If I have to make you, you better believe I'll be fucking you right up against the bars where everyone can see."
Trembling, James peeled himself away from the bars. His hands shook as he lowered the zip on his overalls. He pulled them from his body and stepped out of them, revealing a white undershirt and a pair of white boxers.
