A/N: Definitely my most requested and most popular story, so I thought I would come back to it. It's been a while since I've written about poor James becoming the new prison bitch, so forgive any continuity errors. I live on feedback, so please do leave a comment, and I do take suggestions. Pretty much nothing is off limits (after all, if I don't like the suggestion, I just won't write it!). I can't promise that I'll be able to write about all the suggestions given, but they certainly do give me ideas! Please note that this story is a continuation from my last profile, unfortunately I lost the login details.
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James lay on the bunk, sobbing. He had just had his ass raped by a huge, thick cock. What was worse was that Kyle had made him hold his own ass open for it - even more pathetic was the fact that James still didn't quite dare to let go. Another man might have put up more of a fight, but deep inside, James was submissive. Whereas another man would have needed much more force to bend to Kyle's will, a part of James that he didn't even know existed craved being dominated by a bigger, masculine, more powerful man like Kyle. There was no clearer evidence than the hard, thobbing cock between James' legs, trapped between his stomach and the mattress, leaking sloppy pre-cum all over the bed that he would be sleeping in later. His ass had been opened up from a tight, pink little pucker into an open, slick hole. He clenched, trying to close it, but it returned back to its open state.
Of course, his hole would heal and tighten again, given a little while. It would return to a nice, tight little pucker, perfect for ruining again, and again, and again. James would be fucked in so many ways that by the time he finished his sentence, he wouldn't be anything but a fucked-out cock slut that craved cock and domination. But at the moment, James was very much at the beginning of his journey, and he was still trying to come to terms with his new role as the prison bitch, though is throbbing cock certainly seemed to like his change in circumstances.
"Go on, then," Kyle said. "Go and show off your pussy. I don't like having to repeat myself."
Again, another man might have put up more of a fight, but James' balls still ached from his earlier punishment (for not compying fast enough). He let go of his ass and got up off the bed. His knees were shaky from the brutal fucking he had received, and his dick, which was of average size (though dwarfed in comparison to Kyle's massive cock), was obviously hard and throbbing, wet at the tip.
Crossing the cell, James reluctantly put his back to the prison cell, much to the pleasure of those that could see into the cell. There was whooping and jeering as he leaned over and reached behind him to spread his hole, showing off his opened, fucked-out hole, still leaking come and a little bit of blood where Kyle's dick had been too much for him. His cock throbbed between his legs, a reminder that some sick part of him was getting off on all this.
"You look so pretty, like that. Look at you, your faggot cock all hard for me," Kyle said, leaning against the wall and just watching James for a moment, surprised but pleased by how obedient the slut was being. That time, he hadn't even needed to tell James to bend and spread twice. "Just stay there and let everyone admire your well-fucked ass for a little while."
James stood there for almost half an hour, tears rolling down as his cheeks. He didn't dare move from his position, despite the fact that his muscles protested at the position. The whole time, he showed everyone that could see his spread, opened hole. He could hear the laughing and jeering, could hear promises about how they were going to wreck his hole later, jokes about bending over in the shower. It made his cheeks heat with humiliation, though his cock never quite went down.
Then, the sound of doors opening caught his attention. The guards were making their inspection.
"Please," James said, turning as the guard approached. "Please help. H-he raped me, I need to-"
"Did I say you could turn around, bitch?" Kyle said, looking up lazily from the book he was reading, apparently completely unconcerned by the arrival of the guard.
