The steel door clanged shut and the guard's footsteps faded. I stood there in the tiny cell, heart hammering, staring at the big bastard on the bottom bunk. Six-four, shaved head, arms covered in ink, eyes already stripping me.
"New meat," he said, voice low and rough. "Name's Rico. You got two choices tonight, kid. You drop those pants and bend over like a good little bitch, or I make you."
I swallowed hard. "Fuck you."
He was on me in two steps. A meaty hand grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall. "Wrong answer." His free hand ripped open my jumpsuit, yanking it down to my knees. My cock flopped out, half-hard from fear and the sudden heat of his body. Rico laughed, low and dirty. "Look at that. Already getting ideas."
He shoved me face-first onto the bottom bunk. The mattress stank of sweat and cum. One huge hand pinned the back of my neck while the other spread my ass cheeks. A thick finger shoved dry into my hole, making me grunt.
"Tight," he growled. "Gonna fix that."
I heard his zipper, then the heavy slap of his cock against my ass. It was huge, veined, leaking. He spat once, rubbed the head against my hole, and pushed. The burn was instant and brutal. I bit the mattress as he forced every thick inch inside me in one long thrust.
"Fuck!" I choked out.
"Shut up and take it," Rico snarled, already pounding. His hips slapped my ass hard, balls swinging. Each thrust stretched me wider, deeper, until I felt him in my guts. He grabbed my hips and yanked me back onto his cock like a toy. "That's it, prison bitch. Your hole's mine now."
He fucked like he owned the place, grunting filthy shit in my ear. "Gonna breed this ass every night. Fill you up till you're leaking down your legs in the yard." His hand reached under me and fisted my cock, stroking rough and fast. I hated how fast I got fully hard, how my body started pushing back.
Rico laughed again. "Knew you'd like it, faggot." He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The new angle punched right against my prostate. My cock jerked and spat pre-cum onto my stomach.
He leaned down, spit in my open mouth, and kissed me hard while he railed me. Tongue fucking my throat in time with his cock. I moaned like a whore around it.
When he came, he buried himself to the root and growled, pumping thick, hot loads deep inside me. I felt every pulse.
He didn't pull out. Instead he stayed buried, grinding slow circles while his cum leaked around his shaft.
"Clean it," he ordered, pulling out and shoving his messy cock at my face. I opened up without thinking. The taste of his cum and my ass was filthy and perfect. I sucked him clean while he stroked my cock twice and I shot all over my own chest.
Rico wiped his dick on my lips and climbed back onto the top bunk. "Tomorrow night, you're riding it. And every night after that until you're begging for it."
I lay there, ass throbbing, cum dripping out of me, cock still twitching. The cell was quiet except for our breathing. Outside, someone shouted down the block. Inside, my hole clenched around nothing and I already knew I'd be waiting for lights out tomorrow.
Rico's voice drifted down, low and satisfied. "Welcome to the block, bitch."
