Another Prison Story

A gay story: Another Prison Story Thanks to all of you that provide comments and send emails. I read it all but unfortunately I’m not allowed to respond.

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My friend Craig and I were supposed to be watching each other’s back but that only lasted as long as it took for him to make friends with a big dude on the bus ride to prison.

The first few hours after being in-processed into jail went fine. My three cellmates were other guys in on bullshit drug charges, all of us just looking to leave as small a footprint on the place as possible.

Trouble was that there were a bunch of hardened criminals shoved into the mix with those of us wanting to mark time and get the hell out. I met one that first afternoon in the cafeteria. My job was to wipe down the tables before chow.

As I entered, I saw a black guy sitting in an otherwise empty room. He had on the faded blue scrub top they issued us but was naked below except for a white towel around his waste.

He had his legs apart exposing a thick black cock and heavy nut sack. His legs were muscular. He looked like a porn statue with that dark black pipe hanging between his thighs. It was so outrageously raunchy for him to be sitting there like that no person could help but stare.

He looked at me looking down. I didn’t say anything. I just marched by him and walked up to the serving counter.

“Where do I get the towels to wipe down the tables?” I asked a guy dropping a tray of mashed potatoes into the steam table.

“Nave has them,” the guy said without looking up.

A wet towel hit me in the back of the head. Nave had another one. Now he was naked from the waist down. He walked up to the table nearest me with that cock swinging in the breeze.

“Get on your knees and wipe the seats,” Nave said. “I’ll let you slobber over it some more. Maybe I’ll let it swing around and slap your face a few times.”

I walked away from him and started wiping tables. After fifteen minutes of him pursuing me with his cock swaying between his legs, a guard came in and shouted, “Nave, get your fucking pants on.”

The guard turned his attention to me. “Bitch, did you have his dick in your mouth?”

“What?” I asked. “Fuck no.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” the guy said rushing to close the distance between us. “Did you touch it?”

“No,” I answered after taking a few steps back.

“Was it in your ass?”

“No, this is my first day. I just want to do what I’m told to do for the next ninety days and get out of here.”

After lunch, I tried to walk up on my cellmates in the common area and they ran me off. Ten minutes later a huge white dude covered in swastikas blocked the door to my cell.

“Now that you’re in play, which side are you going to play for?” he asked.

“In play?” I shouted. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Better use your inside voice bitch, or I’m not going to give you an option.”

“Look, that nigger came up on me naked,” I said trying to act tough. “What was I supposed to do?”

“What I would have done?” the guy answered closing in on me a little more.

I back up against the wall. “Yeah, I’m not as big as you and I’m not trying to get into any trouble. All I want to do is do my time.”

“Come here Lady Mike,” the guy said. A few seconds later a bitched out punk looking skinny black dude stepped into the cell. His shirt was tied up like a bra exposing his fat belly.

“Pull down your panties,” the skinhead said.

The punk dropped his pants and bent over exposing an asshole that was bigger than most pussies I’d ever seen.

“How many days you got left?” the skinhead asked.

“Fifteen on my sixty five day sentence,” Lady Mike answered.

“Was you a virgin your first night here?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t blame us. I didn’t set up the prison system so that you bitches got to comply to get out in the shortest amount of time,” the skinhead said. “The Latinos will be over here next. Better get to deciding which color meat you think looks best in your mouth.”

The comment caused something to stir inside me. I didn’t want to admit that the feeling started between my legs. The image of Nave’s black cock was stuck in my mind but when I thought about it in my mouth, it made me sick. There was no way I was sucking a cock.

I walked out and asked to see the Captain on duty. He walked me to his office and shut the door.

“I need protective custody,” I said. “That Nave guy showed me his junk and now the gangs think I’m a punk.”

“You are a punk,” the Captain said. “Don’t try to play now that you’ve gotten yourself into trouble. The guard saw what was going on in the cafeteria. Unless something turns violent or we catch you getting it in the ass, there’s nothing we can do over a lover’s spat.”

“Then what do you expect me to do?” I asked. “That Nave guy is a fucking murderer. He’s twice my size.

“How much money do you have?” the Captain asked.

“A few hundred,” I said. “My parents bought a bunch of credits for the commissary. They’ll probably pay much more if it will get me out of this mess. How much do I need to come up with?”

“That’s plenty,” the Captain said. “You’re lucky because you’re already pretty by prison standards. Shave down. Pay one of the bitches to fix up your hair. Paint your nails. Get yourself some panties and buy him a pack of Chesterfields. He likes those. Douche real good and use lube. The guy’s got a horse cock.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I blurted out, “All this because I smoked a few joints?”

The Captain rocked back in his chair like the matter was settled. He picked up his pen and pointed it at me. “Oh, and he loves kissing,” the Captain said. “And you’ll have smoked more than a few joints by the time you get out of here, but these will be more than a mouthful and black as night.”

“What kind of place is this?” I shouted. “I’m not some kind of pacifier for these crazy psychos.”

The Captain stopped smiling. He pushed up to the edge of the desk and shoved his finger at me. “Fuck you, runnin’ game on you hoes keeps the crazy ones calm. Nave’s got a rap sheet full or murders and beat downs. A pacifier is exactly what you’ll be. You’ll be like a 90 day lollypop to occupy him. Why am I going to do something?”

I walked back to my cell and sat down. I put my elbows on my knees and covered my eyes trying to think of what to do. Seconds later I felt a presence in the room.

Nave stood in front of me with his dong inches from my face.

“Just say you like the way it looks and I’ll let you go,” he said. “Let me call you Sweetheart.”

“Dude, come on,” I said.

“You’re pretty with your cheeks all flushed like that,” Nave said. He extended his hand toward my face. In all the discussion I forgot there was a fat cock staring me in the face.

I turned my head away and asked, “Do you have to stand there naked?”

“Admit you liked what you saw and I’ll step away,” he said. “You might as well get your enjoyment out of sucking it. They’re all going to treat you like you have.”

“I really don’t care what people in here think. There’s a big difference between that and actually doing it.”

“Give me something,” Nave said, “Has anyone ever called you pretty before?”

I struggled deciding whether to answer and if I should tell the truth.

“Yes,” I said.

“I think you’re pretty too. I think you have a soft side to you and I’d like to see it, Sweetheart.”

Nave reached out again and touched my face. My cock got a little stiff. The heat of his hand made me tingle. He guided my face back to his cock. He didn’t touch me with it but I could smell it and feel it dominating me.

“I told the truth so should you,” he said. “Did you look a little too long at it?”

My mouth was dry, my heart raced. “Yes,” I said.

“And you don’t care what people in here think?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“Well, I have to punk you or the skinheads or the Latinos or some of my other brothers will. You are way too pretty to stay away from,” he said. “Let me mark you in some way, and they’ll leave you alone.”

I thought he meant he was going to tattoo his name on me or brand me or something. He saw my fear and said, “Nothing permanent, Sweetheart. Let’s go back to my cell and I’ll cut your hair. Just shave it all off when you get out and no one will know a thing.”

What choice did I have? Nave had completely changed his attitude from earlier in the morning. The guy was going to protect me. He wasn’t one of these other slobbering fools that wanted to skull fuck me to death just to pass away the time. He was promising to treat me decently.

He stood over me and waited until I helped him put on his pants before we walked out together. It got quiet in the common area as I followed behind him to his cell.

It was a long walk. My mind kicked over or something. All the non-verbal cues from the other inmates suddenly screamed at me. Magically, I was able to tell a bitch from a daddy and all the ones undercover. I wondered what vibe I was throwing off but already knew the answer.

All the chafe fired out there to deceive was useless. I could see right through it now.

The days of walking tough were over. They all knew me whether or not they saw a dick in my mouth. Funny how easy it was to fool the outside world but there was no faking in prison. The world was muddled and segregated and stratified enough to begin with, but here, everyone was on the same level standing in the open juxtaposed against stark white walls.

The fact I followed Nave back to his cell in front of two hundred guys stripped away my manhood. I couldn’t have announced it and made it any clearer that I was surrendering all those things I’d spent nineteen years telling myself.

It was an odd struggle to figure out how to act. I didn’t want to make all those crazy exaggerated motions of the flamers. As I walked I realized I’d been so busy being something I wasn’t I didn’t really know what I was. This was shit that was supposed to come out in therapy over years of analysis. Though I knew it to be true, I wanted time to swallow it, to accept it, before having to live the way I was.

“You go in the cell first,” Nave said. “From now on, you walk in front of me. You’re an orderly, clean girl, a sweetheart. You have good parents that took real good care of you. That’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to take good care of you.”

He stopped inside the cell. There were only a few inmates milling around but we were on the first floor facing out to the middle of where all the tables were and they were full. Everyone could see inside.

“Sit on your heels, Sweetheart,” Nave said. “Take off my pants.”

I started to say something but he said, “You are what you are.”

Without further argument, I dropped to my knees and sat back on my heels.

“That’s it,” he said. “Look up at me. Put your hands up on my waist and wait until I give you a nod.”

My cock raged hard as soon as I looked up. I fucked my share of girls and looked at porn on the internet but never got this hard. Touching a man’s waist made me even harder. I was panting my breaths by the time he allowed me to remove his pants. But believe me, I wasn’t enjoying any of it. How could I be revolted and hard as stone at the same time?

“That’s a good girl,” Nave said and ran his hand over my head like I was his lady. He had me kneeling in front of that monster cock of his looking up at him for a minute then said, “Worship it in your mind.”

They all saw me staring at that fat cock but there were no comments. It took a while but I finally let go of the outside world and looked at his black dick and those big balls. It was like a supermodel was in the room. I couldn’t stop staring at it. I hated to admit it, but I wanted to be near it and please it. Not like a decent looking girl, but like a real supermodel. My heart pounded at getting that close to it.

Nave stepped aside and said, “Stand up.”

When I did, all of them saw my cock poking up the material of my scrubs.

He pointed me to pull out a stool and told me to sit.

“I can’t believe no one is laughing at me,” I said.

“There’s bitches out there missing teeth that wish they’d done what you’re doing. There’s ones that did what you did behind closed doors that are happy to know they made the right decision. None of the bulls are gonna say nothing because what you just did makes it easy for all of us to punk those that thought they might make it.”

Nave retrieved scissors and a comb from a trunk at the end of the rack. His cell was much bigger because it only had a single set of bunk beds. It was so weird how things were coming to me but that’s the moment it hit me that I was on the way to being the woman of the house. This was more than sex.

“Did it make you feel feminine to get on your knees?” Nave asked as he put my head back into the sink and began washing my long brown hair.

“I guess.”

“Look, I’m trying to help you, Sweetheart. Answer me honest. Does it get you more excited to just start sucking cock or do you want to feel like a submissive little girl about it.”

“I like the way it feels when you tell me I’m pretty. I like the way it feels when you’re washing my hair, but I don’t want to be gay.”

Nave didn’t say any more. He scrubbed my hair twice with shampoo then put in conditioner and massaged my scalp. It felt so good it was hard not to moan. He finally rinsed me and gave me a towel to dry my hair. By the time he finished, I was getting used to be touched by a guy. It had never happened to me before that day. My dad acted weird when he shook my hand.

With expert motions, he cut my hair. I can’t deny how erotic it was or how I was getting used to that cock being so close to me. When he went to cut my bangs, he lifted my chin and had me look him in the eye with his cock just above my lips.

“Good girl,” Nave said. “You already look hot, Sweetheart. Do you want to look like a girl for me?”

He washed all the stray hair out and used a flatiron to straighten it. All the contraband in his cell, the cell’s location, he was a king bull in our cell block.

When Nave was finished, he looked down at all the hair on the floor. He moved up to my side. There was stray hair all over his cock.

My role was clear. He could have been a total asshole about it, but Nave stood waiting for me to settle it in my mind. I remained sitting on the stool and spun around to the sink. I put some of the shampoo into my hand. With soapy hands, I cupped his balls and began washing them. I ran water over his cock and balls until free of hair. I took a washcloth and wiped down his legs. When finished, the front of my scrubs were wet with my pre-cum.

Nave sat back on his bunk and I wiped his feet, then he watched as I wiped up the floor. It made me so hard, I don’t think my cock was ever so large.

When I finished Nave said, “Put your tongue down on the floor, Sweetheart. Then show it to me.”

I did.

“That’s how clean, baby. Now lick that toilet seat.”

I did.

“Understand, girl.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Stand up and look in the mirror,” Nave said.

He’d cut my long hair shoulder length with straight bangs. He’d stuck a powder blue hair band in it. “It looks good,” I said.

The shift commander ordered us to chow. I walked in front of Nave down the hall. A feminine sexy feeling came over me. I knew he was checking out my ass.

No one said a word to me. I felt protected and that thought got me tingling. He sat as soon as we entered the cafeteria. I filled a tray and served him.

“Go sit with the girls, Sweetheart,” Nave said in front of the table full of hard looking black men.

None of the bitches were eating. They were all ugly looking fags. It was all drama and calling each other bitch and acting stupid. After five minutes, I excused myself and went to the commissary.

“It’s forty five,” the guy said before I ordered anything.

“Two packs of Chesterfields too,” I said.

Back in the cell, I opened the brown paper bag. There were several pairs of panties, an enema bottle, lube, make-up, nail polish, and hormones.

Nave stayed away from the cell the rest of the afternoon leaving me to stare at the hormones so long I forgot to do anything else.

“Time to see all of you,” Nave said as he entered the cell. “My kit’s in the trunk, Sweetheart.”

I packed our things and walked in front of him to the shower. I was so nervous my teeth chattered as we entered the exchange room. My cock constantly stayed hard, my emotions were all fucked up. The reality of being naked in front of Nave scared me to death.

Nave stood in front of me. “Take that blouse off real pretty,” he said. “Boys come watch this.”

Before the shirt went over my head I was surrounded by menacing black men. They closed in to the point I felt the heat of them.

“Look at that pretty little body on her,” Nave said, “Now your panties.”

I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slowly stripped the pants and boxers over my hips then let them fall to the floor. I felt weak and tiny. I was naked inches away from eight huge black thugs.

“That’s it,” Nave said. “Just bend over at the waist and pick them up. Throw them away.”

As I did, I felt a man’s hand on my hip. “Don’t stop moving, Sweetheart,” he said.

“It’s so cute,” the guy holding me said. “She’s trembling.”

Standing naked, having given away my clothes, I lifted Nave’s shirt over his head then went to my knees and took off his pants.

He guided me over to the black corner of the showers using his hand on my hip. It was getting easier to take orders and be touched or maybe I was just numb with fear. I stood in the water until it was the perfect temperature then Nave moved forward and water pelted his muscled body. His pecs were massive and covered in kinky hair. I felt so small standing in front of him. I was half his size. I was embarrassed by my small cock especially since it was rock hard. He waited for me to lather his body.

My hands were shaking. The other white bitches in our group were staring at me.

“Go on and wash me down,” Nave said. I lathered him up running my hands over his chest until a guard yelled out, “Keep your hands off your nigger…I’ve got my eye on you from now on you faggot.”

Nave laughed and pushed me under the water. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Now they’ll register you as a bitch and you can have regular check-ups and let the taxpayers pay for your hormones if you want.”

He handed me a razor and I got to work shaving my underarms and chest. He shaved off what little hair was on my back and butt. We had only fifteen minutes in the shower. I was in such a frenzy my legs were bare by the time I realized the permanence of what I was doing. Everything was coming out at me so fast I didn’t have time to think, I just did.

Many of the black guys in our group were looking me over when I was finished. I hurried into a pair of tangerine panties and got my new issue of scrubs from the exchange before they rushed us back to our cells.

All the bitches wore white scrubs. They were nearly see-through and with my bright panties, there was no mistaking I was a bitch. These corners, I kept turning them without time to wonder about the consequences. In less than twelve hours, I committed to being a full on bitch for my entire stay. There was no turning back.

Locked up for the night, I stripped down Nave and he settled back on his bunk naked. Of course, I was in nothing but my panties my cock giving away my excitement. The constant sexual arousal fueled the momentum of my willingness to change.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Finish painting your nails and putting on some of that make-up, be pretty for your daddy.”

“Which color do you prefer?” I asked. My flirting instantly turned my skin red.

“Paint them black,” Nave said, his voice so calm it enflamed me more. “Ain’t no denying you’re hot for cock when you wear black polish and I like skinny fingers like yours that color.”

In fifteen minutes, I was letting my nails dry sitting in bright tangerine panties in front of a real man. I went to the mirror and added eye liner and gloss to my lips. I put on a black leather collar to hide my Adam’s apple. My heart raced a hundred miles an hour. If a breeze blew over my cock it would have exploded. The lust I felt filled me up to my ears.

“Do you feel as pretty as you look, girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. His compliment covered me. I had trouble breathing.

“Scoot over,” Nave said. “I’ve got to take a piss.”

He flooded the toilet. Pissed sprayed everywhere and I dabbed the end of his cock with toilet paper then cleaned up. I licked the rim and the floor to prove it. Everything I was doing made me hotter. Submitting to his every whim was driving me out of my mind. It was so incredibly nice for him to pull me along like did. It ran all over me. I just wanted to please him.

“And to think you were denying yourself the pleasure earlier today,” he said. “Sit down there on the floor by my cock and read your girl magazines.”

I let go of my inhibitions and sat with my legs tucked under me and read Cosmo and Glamour until ten minutes before lights out. Occasionally, someone entered the room and talked with Nave but no one acknowledged me. Whatever it was that I was doing fit. It is crazy to admit but as long as I was totally submitting to Nave, I felt more at peace than any time outside of prison.

Nave put me at his feet for those two hours to give me time to come down from the ecstasy I’d felt. If he hadn’t, I think I might have spontaneously combusted. It didn’t go away completely. The current of it ran through me but at least I could function.

“Pull your panties down to your ankles and grab the sink, Sweetheart,” Nave said.

Just as soon as I’d gotten calmed down, he got my heart thrashing again. I got up weak legged but didn’t think about resisting. I did as he told me. I tried to push out all my fears and completely submit but it didn’t work at all. The horror of being butt fucked consumed any desire.

He laid back and let me stand there shivering with my rock hard cock begging for release.

“Do you want to be pretty for me, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

“Do you want to be a girl for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

He got up and grabbed a needle and filled it from the vial of hormones. I didn’t want any kind of permanent change but it was way too late to start resisting. He rubbed his hand across my ass, then swabbed a spot with alcohol. I was on my toes with anticipation when he injected me with the needle.

“Take that girl juice, baby. Don’t you want to be rounder and softer and make some pretty little titties for me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Take these pills then go sit down and rub this cream over those titties. It’ll make them bigger. Play with them just like you would your girlfriend’s titties. Pinch at them nipples to make them come alive. Keep them panties around your ankles.”

It was so fucking queer to be sitting on that stool leaning against the wall and rubbing my nipples, pinching them and cupping them while he stroked his cock watching. I was sweating from the sexual heat inside me. At first, I was so stupid with lust I didn’t know what I was doing.

But over time, because of Nave’s calm, because I could see that my submission hit a new depth and it pleased him, I started performing. I wanted to be sexy for him. I plucked and pulled and teased my nips. I pushed them together to make a little cleavage and clutched my little tits digging my fingers into them. It went on until they shut off the lights.

“Climb up there on the top bunk,” Nave said. “Don’t touch your clit or pussy. Tell your daddy you love him.”

“I love you, Daddy,” I said.

“Night girl.”

All night long I thought about what I’d done and how I loved to hear Nave tell me I was pretty and how I loved to call him daddy. My cock leaked all night. It was so hard for so long it hurt. The torrent of lust coursing through me prevented sleep.

The next morning I was delirious from not eating and not sleeping but I jumped up and pressed out Nave’s clothes and tried to learn to how pick out his hair before chow. I wore a cherry red thong and rolled down the waistband of my scrubs to make me look sexier. I wore my flip flops with no socks to show my pretty toes.

Men noticed and it made me want more stares. I wasn’t going to act like the crazy bitches. I was much better looking. The black guys had the best looking white bitches and I was the best of the bunch. I had a long lean torso from playing soccer through high school and with eyeliner and lip gloss, it was hard to tell I wasn’t a girl.

At the table, I sat Nave’s tray down and got ready to walk off. “Girl,” the rough looking tattooed guy sitting next to Nave said. “Pull down your pants.”

The guards were all around. Thirty huge black men sat at the table. I hesitated but did as I was told. The guy rubbed his finger around in butter then put a finger thicker than my dick up to my ass.

“Clean that off,” he said. I sucked the tip of his finger.

“No, she’s not took yet,” the guy said. “You must be slipping, Nave.”

Nave nodded for me to go join the girls but I wanted to stay and defend him. I wanted to tell them it was my fault. It caused me to tear up that he was humiliated by me.

“I can fit three fingers up my bitch’s ass,” the guy said and all the others at the table nodded.

When we got back to the room, I stripped and got Nave stripped. He took a piss and I cleaned up the entire room. I licked the floor and the rim.

“After all you’ve done, I’m so sorry about lunch,” I said. “Fuck my ass, Nave. It doesn’t matter, I can take it.”

Nave smiled his easy smile and said, “Wash my drawers, Sweetheart,” he said. “Do you have a girlfriend and parents?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Write them a letter. There’s no time for play during the day. Be the little woman. Be barefoot and always have clothes on the line in here. Learn to make us a little something to sip on and be cooking when I’m out. Just cause you’re pretty don’t mean you sit on your ass. If you work at it, you can be the best lady here.”

As people walked by, I sat curled up on the floor at Nave’s cock writing my girlfriend telling her how much I loved her. I wrote my parents and told them that prison wasn’t so bad. By the time I finished, I felt a little stupid wearing panties.

“No,” Nave said. He tore up both the letters. “Tell them without telling them.”

I wrote:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I met Nave yesterday and moved into his cell. It’s just the two of us. There were four guys in my old cell. It’s a little strange since he’s the first black guy I’ve ever been with but he’s taking care of me. I’ve cut my hair and decided to slim down while in prison. Don’t worry, Nave’s been in prison a long time and is teaching me how to get by.

“How’s it going Nave?” a guard asked as I licked the envelope on my letter sitting on my feet in my black thong in front of Nave’s cock. I was back to feeling pretty again.

“What can I do for you this morning, chief?” Nave asked.

“I’ve come to get your bitch, its lady’s day at the infirmary. What’s her name?”

“Sweetheart,” Nave said.

They put us into two lines out in the hall. On a block with two hundred inmates, there were fifty bitches and forty five were white bois like me. Six of us newbie bitches in one line, the rest in the other.

On my side of the hall, I was the only one in panties wearing make-up. The others were just smaller and white and looking shell shocked. We listened as a woman interviewed each one of them before they entered the exam room.

The ones with some time under them bragged about getting fucked a hundred times in the last two weeks by dozens of different guys. The little rabbit in front of me answered, “Five cocks.”

“In your mouth or ass or both?” she asked.

“Five different cocks in my mouth and ass,” he said, “At least twenty times total.”

“Are you practicing safe sex?”

“No.”

“Are you eating ass?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you cleaning them off after they’ve been in your ass?”

“Yes.”

“Drinking piss?”

“Yes.”

“Are you interested in sexual reassignment?”

“My daddy told me to say yes.”

The woman rolled her eyes when she saw me.

“I haven’t done anything yet but I want the reassignment,” I said.

I was weighed and the nurse scolded me for losing six pounds in two days. “You girls have to eat,” she said. She gave me instructions for keeping my pussy clean and gave me anal douche. Though they recommended against it, they knew we were all going to do it. She finished by giving tips on shaving and made us all put condoms on big black fake cocks.

From that point forward, it was permanent and in the system. I was labeled with the women and had to sign a piece of paper saying I was sexually attracted to men. I put down “Sweetheart” as an aka.

Back in our cell, I researched how to make hooch and found the ingredients in the trunk. When Nave got back, his drawers were drying on the line, we had hooch in the toilet and I baked him cookies using a bare light bulb.

I sat on my heels and stripped off his pants. I rushed to iron and fold them.

“Stop that, Sweetheart. I got you something,” he said. When I turned around he was holding a corset. He laced me up in it and I looked into the mirror. I had the figure of a girl.

He came up on me and pushed me to the wall. He held my hips and pressed his thick lips to mine. He took my mouth kissing it open until I was over the odd way I felt about it. I started responding and kissing him back.

I was being taken like a bitch. He held my throat and kissed my neck and pulled my hair. I was on the verge of cumming the whole time. When he put me to my knees, I dove at his cock.

Nave smacked me hard on the face and it made me tear up.

“For my pleasure only, girl,” he said. “You are a cock worshipper.”

I heard myself whimpering for Nave’s cock as he held me by the hair to keep me from that massive piece of black meat. He had to slap me a few more times to calm me down.

“Put your face next to it and rub it on your cheek, girl,” he said. He slowly dragged it across my skin and across my lips. He ran the head up over my nose all the way to my forehead so that my mouth was at his balls. He let it rest on my forehead so I could feel the weight of it.

“Do you want to be a cocksucker?” Nave asked. “Do you want to worship my cock?”

“I want to worship it,” I said.

He stepped back, let go of my hair, and lay back on the bunk.

“You’ve built up an ocean in my nuts,” Nave said. “I’m going to drown you tonight, girl.”

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me have it.”

“No,” Nave said. “Get some sleep during the day. You’re going to be worshipping cock all night.”

“I can’t sleep,” I said. “I’m on fire.”

Daddy shut the cell door. It was five days in the hole for shutting it. The first whack was across my face. Then he twisted my arm behind my back and pulled me in a circle around the cell until putting me over his knee. He ripped off my panties in one tug and cracked me across the ass.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

I did and he smacked right over my pussy. He popped me four or five more times until I was crying.

“Say what you’ve got to say, Sweetheart.”

“Beat me more, Daddy,” I said out of control with emotion. “I’m so sorry to have let you down. You deserve better than me.”

“Go,” he said.

It was impossible to think. I charged all around the cell cleaning every inch. I polished the rails of the bunks.

“You’ve got to calm down or I’m going to have to beat that fire out of you,” Nave said then laughed because he knew it made me hotter. “You’re learning to work that little ass and make Daddy want it. Keep walking up on your toes to make that ass perk up and firm up those calves.”

Though I totally fucked up, Nave knew how sorry I was. He showed me that he cared about me to say those pretty things to me to make me feel better.

As the day went on I walked around in a cock trance. When Nave’s boys commented about how I was ready to be bred when they stopped by the cell. I was proud when they said Nave had done a good job of turning me out.

In the shower, Nave put me in the corner and all the guys surrounded me to keep the guards from seeing. They pushed one of the newby white boys in next to me.

He was shorter and a little dumpy looking. He had some hair on his chin. His asshole was opened; he’d just been bred.

I knew what Nave wanted and I was so burnt up I’d have done anything. It was so gay but in my mind I made it like I was talking to another girl. I laced my finger into the rabbit’s fingers. He resisted but I kept on until he let me hold them.

“It’s ok,” I said then let go long enough to get some soap on my hands. Guys started grabbing their cocks as I put my hands on the outsides of his arms and lathered him up. I soaped my hands again and started at his waist and washed up the sides so he had to put his arms over his head.

I turned him around by holding his hips. I washed his blown out butthole rinsing out the globs of cum that kept appearing at his opening. It got me hot to run my hands over his little butt. He had a little bulge in his belly and I washed it as I put my front to his back.

Nave handed me a razor and I shaved down the newby. He looked much better hairless. He was soft and white and I couldn’t get over how big they made his pussy. His clit was only about two inches. His was soft, mine was hard. It was creepy to be touching a white boy but doing it for Daddy made it exciting.

With him completely clean, I held his hands in mine and made a few movements toward him to give him a kiss. He relented and let me kiss him. His lips were full from sucking cock and I tasted cum in his mouth. I rested my hand behind his ear and kissed his neck and back over to his mouth one more time.

“Do it, girl,” I said whispering in his ear as I cupped his ass in my hand. “Let your Daddy cut your hair. Paint your toes. Do what your Daddy says. I love being a submissive little bitch.”

Derrick came into our cell later with a big smile on his face and handed Nave a carton of Chesterfields. “Your girl’s got a new playmate. I just finished with her hair. She needs some diet help but she be looking good.”

While Derrick was still standing in the room, the shift sergeant walked into the cell.

“Word’s out, Nave,” he said. “We’ve scheduled Sweetheart to give the presentation on the prison rules at in processing for the rest of her time. Let her recruit. The last couple of groups were a bunch of fighters. The warden’s getting sick of it.”

“Come on, girl,” Nave said. “Let’s go make some phone calls.”

We walked to the phone bank. Nave sat on the stool and I in his lap. He picked up the phone and said, “Call your parents. What’s the number?”

My heart raced and my mouth went dry. Nave kept me on edge by constantly challenging me. I didn’t want him knowing my parents. It was ok to be bitch in prison, but I didn’t want them to know.

“Come on, girl,” he said. “It is what it is.”

I told him the number. He dialed and handed me the phone.

Mom was shocked to hear from me.

“Is everything ok?” she asked.

“Yeah, ma,” I said in my normal sarcastic tone. Nave whacked my ass.

“What was that sound?” Mom asked.

“Nothing, mom,” I said. “I missed you and wanted to know how you were holding up. I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

There were a few seconds of silence. I could tell Mom was crying. Dad said, “Is that nigger trying to rough you up? What’s going on in there? Craig’s saying things to his mother.”

“Dad,” I said. “Nave is taking care of me. He’s much older and knows the ropes. No one has laid a finger on me.”

We talked for a few more minutes then said goodbye. Then I gave Nave Karen’s number.

“I’m not giving you any more money,” Karen said as soon as she answered the phone. “You should know I’m not waiting. Bryce has been asking me out and I’m going to go out with him as friends, but it might be serious soon.”

“I’m sorry, Karen,” I said. “If you want to go, you should. With all the things I’ve done wrong, you deserve better. Let me write you every day. Do what you want with Bryce but please let me write you and show you how I’ve changed.”

“Are people sitting around you?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, why?” I asked.

“What happened to your tough guy image? I can’t believe you’d say that in front of other people. Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“What’s made you so sensitive all of a sudden?” Karen asked. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“Maybe I’m giving up lying about who I am.”

We talked a bit longer then said our goodbyes.

“I’m proud of you girl,” Nave said. “Never had a girl like you before and I’ve been in this motherfucker twelve years.”

“Don’t you have someone to call?” I asked. I was so full of pride from Nave’s praise somehow he took me to a newer high. I just wanted him to be as happy as me.

Nave laughed. “Fuck no,” he said. “I ain’t no bitch.”

As we crossed the common area, I noticed our cell. It was perfectly clean and well organized with two pairs of Nave’s drawers hung up to dry across the back. As we got close, I smelled the cookies I baked earlier and I knew we had a little something for Nave to sip on. It made me feel proud that everyone around knew I was doing for my man. It was an example to all the other bitches on the block.

Yeah, I didn’t care any more. Fuck anyone that thought less of me for saying it. Nave was my man. He was teaching me and doing for me and protecting me. I was willing to do anything to show my appreciation.

Ten minutes before lights out, Nave gave me my shot and I sat on the stool with my legs spread and my toes pointed rubbing the cream into my little tits staring at that monster cock. I did my best to tease out little titties for him and excite him with my performance. I thought I’d already let go but just kept getting more and more free as I continued to submit to him.

As soon as it got dark, I crawled over and pushed my face up into his cock and balls. I closed my eyes and took in the scent of it and felt the coarseness of his hair and the softness of his cock. I admired the magnificence of a black man’s cock. I worshipped it.

It felt good to be in the presence of it, to surrender to it. I rubbed it all over my neck and tried to make little breasts and rub it between them.

I rubbed it over my lips for a while then kissed a cock for the first time. I kissed all over it and his huge sack then licked my way back to the head. He started getting hard when I French kissed it imagining making love to it. Now with wet lips, I ran them up and down the length of his shaft.

He started pushing just the head into my mouth then popped it out. As he got hard my mouth had trouble opening enough to take him in.

Over the next half hour he explored my mouth with his head and a few inches of his cock. He pushed out my cheeks and face fucked me a little bit.

When he was soaking with my spit, I tried to swallow him down. Less than a third of the way, he got caught in the back of my throat and up came a mountain of slobber. It ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I caught it with my tongue and sucked and licked it into his nuts.

The next time I choked on his cock, spit ran down and under his balls. I chased my spit to the place between his balls and ass then licked my way down to his puckered hole.

It smelled strong and tasted strong but I was so hungry for him, I stayed after his ass until he opened his legs. I choked myself on that massive pole a few more times and went back to his ass licking and sucking and biting at it until it didn’t have a taste any more.

All that work on his ass got him into it. Nave pulled my head back and crammed his cock down my throat. When I couldn’t swallow any more he shoved my head down until I felt like I was drowning on a dick.

“Hold it in, girl,” Nave said. “Calm down and hold that cock down your throat. Next time it’s all going in.”

I did as he told me. He put my fingers up to my throat to feel where his head had pushed then he pulled out.

As quick as I gulped a breath he fucked down my throat again. In two big pushes, he put my nose at the base of his cock. “Let it choke you, Sweetheart. Learn to enjoy it. Keep it down.”

He kept in my throat until I started getting dizzy, then pulled out and rammed down there time after time until I learned how to take it. He didn’t care about anything but his pleasure and it excited me that I was nothing more than a fuck toy for him.

He let me take control again, and I continued to make love to that beautiful black monster until I was a mess of spit and pre-cum and the smell of ass and cock. It was so hard to be quiet and keep pleasuring him without moaning.

I had my tongue up his ass and sucked his nuts and swallowed a mass of hair. His cock was so slick it went down my throat with ease. Finally, Nave told me to finish him.

“It’s ten till two,” he said. “The guards will be coming.”

I’d been on his knob for five hours but could have stayed on it all night. I took him into my throat and let him deep throat fuck me until he began to throb. I lapped underneath his head with my tongue until the first blast painted the inside of my mouth.

He flooded my throat then pulled out and covered my chin. I swallowed and he pushed the rest into my mouth with his fat cock.

“Get up on your bunk girl,” Nave said.

“Fuck my ass, now,” I said. “I’ve got to have you.”

He pushed me out of the bed and I got to the top bunk a minute before the guard passed. As soon as he moved on, I got back to Nave’s cock.

“No, girl,” Nave said. “You’re getting spoiled on that cock. Clean us up with the washrag.”

It hurt my feelings, but I did what he told me to do. “I’m sorry for talking out of turn, Daddy,” I said. “I’m just a dumb cunt.”

When I was done, he spooned in behind me leaving me wild with desire wanting to cum. I kept pushing my ass into his cock until he finally had to swat me.

He wrapped me up so I couldn’t move and said, “That’s the last time I’ll let you talk back, Sweetheart. You are a good girl. It’s cock lust that’s talking. Just please your Daddy. And remember, a lady doesn’t curse that way.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said. “I love you.” This time I meant it. I loved a black man that had just fucked my mouth half the night.

The whole table of Nave’s friends cracked up laughing when I walked into the cafeteria the next morning. Everyone could see me aching for cock.

“Girl, why didn’t you tattoo it on your forehead?” Derrick said. “How do you like the taste of nigga cock?”

“I love it,” I said to a table full of black men.

“Stop all that talk,” Nave said to me. “Don’t start acting like a hoe. Be a lady now. Go on, girl.”

Nave said it to humiliate me in front of his friends. It was all for show.

Rather than sit around the crazy bitches, I got some oatmeal and sat by myself at a table for four. A few minutes later, the rabbit I washed in the shower sat down across from me. He didn’t say anything but he had painted fingers, eye liner and a cute bob.

Another one of Nave’s friends ran his rabbit over to our table. He was shy and scared and jittery. Among the vile chatter and noise of the chow hall we carved out a quiet spot and I shared my oatmeal and we just enjoyed the silence or at least I did.

I hurried back to our cell and changed to clear nail polish and plain white thong and a simple pony tail to prepare for my in processing seminar. I put on enough mascara and eye liner to be girl and headed toward the front of the prison.

The warden saw me pass the control room and waved me inside.

“I thought for sure you were going to be a dumb cunt,” the warden said. “But you listened. Maybe this is the beginning of a turnaround in your life. Keep writing those letters. The boys and me enjoy the shit out of reading them, but stop licking the envelopes so they’re easier to open.”

They had the presentation ready for me on the computer. They gave me the six newbies, two white, three Mexican, one black. I started by telling them that the presentation was supposed to be an hour but that I was going to cover the procedural stuff in fifteen minutes then tell them what they needed to know for the rest of the hour.

I put up the first slide. It was a picture of me from two days before. Believe me. No one was falling asleep any more.

“Yes, that was me” I said, “Now, my name is Sweetheart. That was me just two days ago. I got lucky and a good man found me. He’s got six life sentences for murder. All I’m going to say is, ‘they know.'”

The newbies shifted around in the seats stealing glances at each other, but they hadn’t got their prison eyes yet. I waited until they settled down.

“A hard stare, tough talk, and a bad ass walk don’t mean nothing in here,” I said. “There are bitches in here three times your size all full of muscles and rage the day they walked in the door. All it did was make the initiation more painful.”

They paid attention to my discussion of meal times and commissary privileges and rules but as soon as I finished, one of white guys asked, “Is there any other way?”

“Look, if you think you’re not a bitch,” I said, “Don’t let me waste your time. You can go ahead and go to your cell.”

They all stayed. They all needed to stay, even the one jacked up on steroids.

“Luckily, I didn’t need to get all my teeth knocked out or gang fucked for hours to figure it out. My daddy is taking it slow with me, but I sucked his cock for five hours last night. That’s the way it is.”

They all looked at me in horror.

“I’m a bitch,” I said. “It’s no big deal. I knew in my heart that my man was dominant over me. I do for him and it feels good. If you go in today ready to pick your man and make him happy, you’ll be ok.”

“How do you pick?” the black guy asked.

“You’ll find each other,” I said. “I’m not sure how they know but when you see a bitch with her man, they look like they fit together. Just make yourself available. They’ll all come at you, the black, white and Latino gangs, but they’ll give you time if you show you’re serious.”

“Had you ever sucked cock before?” a white one asked.

“No, but don’t make it about sex. They like the barefoot and pregnant days where a woman spent all day on her man. Keep a good home for him and do as you’re told, it will all be fine.”

By last chow, all the newbies had found their men with no violence, but I think the session did more for me than anyone else. Saying it, hearing me say it, clarified the situation for me.

Prison washed away all the bullshit. Trying to be something I’m not kept me fucked up all the time, but here I was in prison as happy as I’d ever been. Yes, I was taking cock and it still seemed repulsive when I wasn’t doing it or even sometimes when I was, but boiled down, it was just proving to Nave that he was in charge and I was willing to submit to him.

Later on that afternoon, the head of the white supremists walked up and nodded at Nave. “My bitch wants to give your bitch a present,” he said.

Nave stepped inside the cell. The guy swung the door closed and stood in front of it.

“Get your present, girl,” Nave said.

The sound of his pride got me so excited. I wanted to engulf his cock, but I sat back on my heels and stared at it. I approached his cock with reverence. I treated it like a present staring up at Nave smiling as I rubbed it over my face.

He let me kiss it and suck it for a few minutes but pulled my face back when I started to get serious.

“Time for you to douche,” Nave said.

The thought of him seeing me passing my douche water made me want to die, but for the first time I did what the fuck I was told. Life was about him and what he wanted. If he wanted me to chop off my dick and eat it, I would. My mind turned that sharp at that moment.

I put my panties around my ankles and sat on the toilet, then pushed the nozzle up my ass. Nave took my chin in his hand and fed me his cock as I looked up at him.

That’s how much he cared for me. He took away my worries with a slow steady mouth fuck. He pushed into my throat but didn’t choke me. He pulled back and let me suck the tip until he plopped out then he pushed back through my pouting lips and into my mouth again. I stared up at him the whole time.

It made me cry a little when I had to release my douche but I kept after his cock and it gave me comfort. I did it two more times, then Daddy came in my mouth.

“Get on your stool,” Nave said. “Use your clit juice to get that pussy wet. I want you to cream and put it all up your ass.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

Positioned on the stool I leaned back against the wall and opened my legs. I spread them until it stretched the panties around my ankles.

I felt sexy dipping my finger into the lake of pre-cum on my smooth white belly. I slid my finger from the bottom of my balls to my freshly cleaned hole. Even before I touched my pussy I was ready to cum.

“Take it slow,” Nave said. “Enjoy your cock. You have a cock don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

“But you are the girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A few more times, I got my finger down there and put pressure on the opening, but the first time I felt it open, my cum shot all over me. I came so hard it curled my toes and my head banged off the wall.

Instantly, my desire went away. I felt humiliated sitting in front of a guy with my cock out.

“Push that cum in, girl,” Nave urged me. “Don’t go back.”

I fought against my mind and took a small dab and placed it on my ass. It felt a little good. The second time, I put more on my finger and as I pressed against my hole, it was like it opened and swallowed the cum. There was cum in my ass.

That got me going. The thought that my ass wanted cum inside it made me want to push more up there. In a few minutes, all the cum was inside me and I was fucking my ass in front of my daddy.

He walked over and I took his cock into my mouth. Not to suck it, but to show my complete submission to Nave. He was the man.

He walked over and pissed all over the douche toilet. I cleaned him off with my mouth tasting the remnants of his piss for the first time. He put a few squirts in my mouth for good measure.

The skinhead leader opened the door and laughed. “That’s a keeper,” he said as I scrambled to clean the inside of the toilet.

After he was gone and I’d cleaned up and washed out my corset, Nave told me to look in the mirror.

My waist had shrunk over an inch. I was going to need a size four in panties. I was looking like a girl. I dropped two more pounds. I was proud.

“First I want to get you skinny,” he said. “Then I’m going to give you so much cum that you get a little cum belly. Remember that bitch in the shower yesterday. That little curve in his belly was from twenty cocks worth of cum he sucked. That’ll get me excited. Do you want a little cum belly, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said.

At shower time, they brought me a rabbit. He was blond and thin and had that same shell shocked look but his small thin cock was hard. I knew they brought him in for play. He was shaved and had red painted toes.

He tried to resist my advances but I just got him to let me link my finger into his. I got closer and started kissing his jawline then his neck. I soaped him up running my fingers over his chest and hips. I concentrated on his butt using my slick fingers to fuck his wide open ass.

He let me do what I wanted. I fucked his ass with my fingers until he was at the edge. I went to my knees and as soon as the warmth of my mouth was on his cock, he shot down my throat. Five of the guys watching moved forward and came in my mouth. I was watching Nave each time I drank it down.

At lunch, my table of bitches expanded to eight girls. I led them in eating like ladies. We didn’t talk at all. The drama bitches were giving us shit because their men were ready to leave them as soon as some newbies showed up. Nobody wanted all that bullshit. They wanted compliance.

On the way back to the cell, someone mentioned that it was Friday. Tomorrow was visitation. Karen and my parents were coming.

I was going to be getting fucked all night then see my girl and my family that afternoon.

Back in the cell, I tried to act normal and write my letters. I made Nave some brownies and just finished douching when he walked into the cell at around seven thirty.

“Go to the showers, Sweetheart,” he said.

The door to the showers should have been locked, but it opened. When I saw ten of the highest ranking members of the black gang standing around, I got nervous that they were going to run a train on me. Then I saw Allie, the queen of the drama bitches.

Allie hated me. He was ugly as shit. He was tall and skanked out skinny. He had his red hair in corn rows and a nasty fake tit job.

“That’s right bitch,” Allie said. “Tear off your clothes and get on your knees. Crawl to this cock.”

Allie’s dick got hard when I complied. It was thin and about four inches long. The thought of doing anything with a white guy was sickening to me, but I managed before. Nave was teaching me that I was to do whatever, whenever. Nothing was supposed to ever be how I wanted it.

“Suck my cock, faggot,” Allie said then pushed his dick into my mouth. I gulped him down to the balls. Nave tested my limits and I passed every time.

Allie smacked my face. “Look up at me bitch,” he said. “Tell me you want me to be your first.”

“I want you to be my first, Allie,” I said then went right back to his cock.

“Suck it good, bitch. I like the taste of my cock.” Allie pumped his hips to face fuck me. “Keep saying it. Keep saying you want me to fuck your ass.”

“Fuck my ass, Allie,” I said. “I want you to be my first.”

“I get out in four days, bitch,” Allie said. “First thing I’m doing is going back to your neighborhood and telling everyone I got your little cherry. You’re my little punk.”

I stayed on my knees sucking away and telling Allie I wanted him to fuck my ass all the time making eye contact.

“Let me kiss that well fucked mouth,” Allie said.

A bitch does for her daddy. I stood up and Allie attacked my mouth with kisses. He had his tongue inside my mouth. Whenever Allie backed away I said, “Please kiss my well-fucked mouth.”

There was no degradation I wouldn’t take for Nave. Allie pinched my nipples, made me suck his tits, he had his hands all over me. I did my best to make it look sexy, to entertain his posse.

Allie picked me up and carried me back into the dressing room kissing me and groping me and I kissed him back.

He threw me on a bench. “Face down, ass up. Time to be bred.”

I did as I was told. The bench was barely wide enough for me to get both knees on there. Everyone talked about bitches getting pregnant in that position but it was just part of punking a bitch. Allie spit on my ass and put his cock up to me.

“Say it,” Allie said.

“Give me little Allies,” I said. “Breed me.”

“Back down on it, bitch,” he said.

I pushed back against him. I moved my hips eager to have his cock up my ass. He finally grabbed my hips and rammed inside me.

It was a tight fit and it hurt but I took cock for my daddy.

“I own your cherry, bitch,” Allie said. “If someone asks you, you tell them I own it.”

“You own my cherry, Allie.”

He fucked me hard to keep making me slip off the bench. He worked his cock in all the way and I was so tight on him he busted his nut in my ass.

Allie pulled away but I stayed ass up showing them all that I’d been bred until Nave told me to go back to the cell. “Leave that seed in your ass,” Nave said.

I brushed my teeth and cleaned up my make-up. The cell was spotless and I gave Nave a cup of hooch after he gave me my hormone shots.

“The only cock that matters is the black cock you take, girl,” he said as soon as the lights went out.

He sat on the stool and signaled for me to come to him. Nave’s cock was stone hard. I sat in his lap and he kissed me. I wanted his mouth. I let him know it in my kisses but let him control everything. Our sex taught me so much about our whole relationship. A bitch has to show her appreciation, her desires but always be submissive to the man, never question his dominance.

Nave bit at my nipples and moved his hands over me treating me like a girl for the first time. He wanted my complete surrender to his will and wherever he put his hands, I responded.

“Get up on it, Sweetheart,” Nave said.

I stood up enough to position his monster cock at my pussy. When I lowered myself, the tip of him bumped my ass. It scared me he was so big. Even after Allie’s hard fucking, he was not going to fit inside me.

“Give into it, girl. I don’t want no nervous virgin. I want to be satisfied by my woman.”

Looking him in the eye calmed me down. I was doing this for my daddy. I’d do anything to please him. He was my man, my everything. There was no halfway devotion. From the minute I submitted, it was complete.

My legs were a little shaky as I guided Nave’s cock back to my pussy. When it married up to my hole, I dipped down onto it. The pain burned but I kept letting the weight of me impale me on his cock. No matter how much it hurt, I kept looking at daddy and nodding my head and saying, “I taking you inside me, daddy. I want you inside me.”

About three inches down on him, he held me still by my waist. He did it to let me know my legs weren’t going to be strong enough to hold myself over him for very long. Eventually I’d have it all inside me.

I let go of everything. I didn’t try to fuck him or get fucked. I looked him in the eye and kept repeating, “I want you inside me. Take my pussy. I feel you opening me.” My body was moving and my pussy was accommodating his cock. This was the definition of surrender. When my surrender was complete, he’d be buried inside me.

It hurt but the pleasure overwhelmed any pain. I’d never been so high even on acid. I couldn’t think. When my legs completely gave out and I hit bottom, Nave started kissing me again.

We kept kissing and Nave started lifting and dropping me onto his cock. I was powerless to stop him. My legs were useless. Nave did what he wanted and I did nothing to stop him.

After a half hour of getting reamed, he stood me up off his cock. I felt so empty it made me get teary. He had me lay down on the floor. He pulled up my legs up and over and laid them on the bunk. My ass was pointed straight up. “Hold that pussy open,” Nave said and plunged down into my ass. It took all the strength in my arms and abs and back to keep in the position. When I could no longer keep my ass open told me to get on the bed.

Weak to death, I still complied. It made me proud. I was totally exhausted on my belly with my legs together when Nave mounted me. I felt the weight of him on me and how he dominated me to my soul and the moment he pushed inside, I started cumming. I had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming. This time, there was no remorse after I had an orgasm.

I just wanted more cock. He dog fucked me senseless only getting up long enough for me to slobber on his cock when he wanted to get more lube. Sometimes, when he was too into it to stop, he just shoved his fingers in my mouth and lubed his cock. A few minutes before the guard was to walk by, Nave shot off into my ass. The five hour build up of fucking caused him to throb out a massive load into me. That was a breeding. If I had had ovaries, I’d been pregnant with a litter.

Best that I tried to move, Nave had to throw me up on the top bunk. I put my head under the pillow to hide my crying but Nave said, “Eat your pussy while you’re up there, girl.”

I rolled over and spread my legs. It shocked me to touch my pussy. Three fingers slid inside with no problem. Out came a choking load of cum and the taste of my ass.

“Play with it, girl,” he whispered. “Enjoy it.”

I did, only stopping when the guard shined his flashlight inside the cell.

When Nave pulled me down onto his bed, I said, “Break me all the way. Take it all away from me, daddy, so I can start over as nothing more than your, girl.”

He did. I got reamed out for four more hours. When daddy had to piss, he pissed in my ass and had me dribble it out in the toilet. When I had to piss, he had to sit me on the toilet. I blew his ass stained cock while I went.

It was light when he broke off the last nut in me. The room smelled horrible. The sheets were soaked with sweat and cum and where he tore my ass open a bit. Our toilet was a mess. I was a nasty stinking mess and so was Nave.

It was going to cost me three more days on my sentence, but I cleaned up Nave first and stayed behind from chow to spit shine our cell. I was delirious driven only by my desire to worship Nave.

When I was on my knees bent over the cleaning the toilet, the thong string went into my ass. It was like I had lips on my pussy. Anyone walking by could see. No matter what I did, cum leaked out of me.

The guard stopped in front of the cell. He saw my blown out ass and me trying to clean completely out of energy.

“Don’t do it again,” the guard said. “Make that nigger get off of you in time to clean this place properly and get yourself to chow. Get in bed now. You’ve got to look ok during visitation. We don’t want any letters to the warden.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Get up girl,” Nave said, as he entered the cell a few hours later. “Showers are after yard on Saturday.”

I was so weak. If I wasn’t so happy, I would never have gotten out of bed. The energy inside me got me going.

I wanted to touch, Nave. I wanted to tell him how happy I was. I wanted to shout it out into the common area, but I held myself together.

Two steps out into the hall, Nave said, “That’s a girl.” I wasn’t fronting. I wasn’t broadcasting my joy. I acted the way I felt for the first time in my life.

I stripped, then stripped Nave and walked into the shower amidst the few other white specs in a sea of black cock. Two of the rabbits were pushed forward and they played with each other in front of my gang as I cleaned up.

Back at our cell, I waited for Nave to go hang out with his friends, but he stayed inside. When I knelt to strip off his pants, he pulled my chin up to look at him.

“Tell them without telling them, Sweetheart,” Nave said. “You’ve got to be a good girl all the time, not just in front of me. Make them up some of those brownies you made me. Serve them like you do me.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said. “Did you see my little tits budding? It must be from your breeding.”

“You are my girl,” Nave said then shook his head smiling.

Nave went off. I painted my toenails purple and wore full sized white panties. I couldn’t help putting on a small bit of eyeliner. I looked so much cuter that way. Plus, they were going to notice my plucked eyebrows.

While waiting for the brownies to bake, I made thank you cards for my parents and Karen. Everything I was doing made me feel so fantastic.

When it was time, I pulled my ponytail through the back of my ball cap. I wore socks with my shower shoes. It looked terrible but I was too excited to see them for it to matter.

The warden stood with his arms folded as I appeared out of the cell holding the notes and brownies. I walked straight toward him and he allowed me to pass.

Karen recognized me first and pointed Mom and Dad in my direction.

I sat the food and letters at a table near them and held out my arms, “Mom, I love that dress. You look so pretty.”

We hugged for the first time in a million years. What an asshole I’d been. A woman needs that affirmation, the kind words and genuine embrace. Everyone needs it. I hugged Dad too but he wasn’t ready for it.

“I’ve been a terrible son,” I said.

With Karen, I held back. I kissed her cheek. “I’m so thankful to get to see all of you. It’s such a hassle to come all this way.”

None of them spoke. They looked like the rabbits after their first ass fucking.

“I made brownies,” I said. “Try them. I’ll get us some drinks from the machine.”

“Do you need money?” Mom asked and Dad rolled his eyes.

“No, I’ve only spent fifty five so far and don’t think I’ll need the rest.”

Karen followed me as my parents started chattering at the table.

As I pushed the button for the first drink, Karen said, “I’ve been out with Bryce a couple of times. I didn’t want to write that in a letter.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Karen,” I said. “I’m so happy you came to see me. What would you like to drink? Still a Dr. Pepper fan?”

Karen paused a moment and said, “Yeah, you never remembered before.”

When I handed her the drink, she said, “We’ve had sex. Bryce and I are having sex.”

I grabbed Karen’s hand as she turned away. “Your honesty was more than I ever gave you. If I lose you, it’s all my fault. Do what makes you happy. All my false promises of change, I’m not going to waste your time. But I have changed, Karen.”

She looked at my face. “Are you wearing eye liner?”

“Yes,” I said.

Back at the table, they were ready to pounce. Well, Dad was. Mom tried to dance around it.

“These are fabulous,” Mom said. “Did you make these in the kitchen?”

“Thank you, Mom,” I said. “I made them using a bare bulb in the cell, kind of like an Easy Bake oven.”

Mom and Dad and Karen exchanged uneasy glances.

“You’ve lost so much weight,” Mom said.

“What’s this cell mate of yours in for?” Dad asked.

“Murder,” I said.

Mom shook her head but Dad asked, “Is he black?”

“Yes.”

“Why are your shoes different? Why are your pants white? Are you wearing panties?” Dad asked.

“Ron,” Mom said.

“No, its ok,” I said. “Yes, all of that is true Dad. I’m so sorry if it disappoints you.”

“It’s ok if you are gay,” Mom said.

“It’s not about that, Mom,” I said. “Here, there is no lying. Everyone can tell what you are the moment you step inside. I was pretending to be a tough guy and cheating on Karen and stealing from you. In here, I found out what I am.”

“What the hell is that?” Dad asked.

“I’m not a tough guy,” I said. “Karen’s smile melts me on the inside. I’m so sorry I messed that up pretending to be what I’m not. If given the chance, I’d worship Karen to my last breath.”

I handed them their cards. “Nothing’s made me happier than to spend this morning making these cards and these brownies. I put my whole heart into it. I’m a doer now, not a taker. I keep our cell perfectly clean and it makes me feel proud to do for Nave.”

“That’s wonderful son,” Mom said.

“Is he raping you?” Dad asked.

“No,” I said. “But he’s the man. When he wants something, I give it to him without question, but because I like to serve him. It’s about intimacy, acknowledging our relationship. He protects me. He made me write those first letters. He let me use his phone privileges so I could call all three of you. Whatever he wants, I give him and am happy to do it in return for all that he has given me.”

“Is that why your friend Craig is in the hospital?” Mom asked.

“He wasn’t my friend and yes, they got to him because he kept pretending he was a bull,” I said.

“What are you going to do when this Nave gets out of prison?” Dad asked.

“He’s serving six life sentences with no possibility of parole, Dad,” I said.

“Ron, let’s let Karen speak with our son in private,” Mom said. We stood up and hugged and I shook dad’s hand.

Mom said, “It’s been a long time since I could say this, but I’m proud of you. Please keep writing and calling.”

“I promise, Mom, you won’t have to beg for me to contact you and I’ll never beg money or take money again. I just want to spend time with you.”

Karen’s arms were folded in front of her when I turned around.

“So you’ve had sex with that guy?” Karen asked.

“Yes.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes, a little,” I said. “And it’s going to go on until I get out of here. I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear, but the truth is all you will ever hear from me from now on.”

“It’s shocking,” she said. “It’s a lot to take in. Not the sex part as much as actually seeing the sensitive side of you I knew was there.”

She hugged me but we didn’t kiss. She told me she liked the brownies. She took one more look at my face and ran her finger over my eyebrow, then left.

The hormones were screwing with me. I was fighting back tears all the way to the cell. Nave was playing cards with his boys at the first table outside our door.

Nave walked in behind me. I stripped down and knelt to take off his pants. He pushed his cock forward a little bit and I instantly took it in my mouth. He was standing in a way they could all see me holding it between my lips as I looked up at him.

“You want daddy’s cock in your ass tonight, girl?” he asked so they could hear it.

“Yes, daddy,” I said then went right back to his cock.

“Warden’s on deck,” one of Nave’s buddies said.

I didn’t move. If they caught me sucking cock I could get a year or more, but I kept looking up at Nave and holding that beautiful black pole in my mouth.

The warden walked into the cell and said, “Your mother just called to say she was calling the governor.”

He let it be quiet but I knew my mom.

“She said this has been the best thing to happen to you in a long time.”

He turned and walked out of the cell.

That night I wrote my letters and sat on Nave’s lap and made my phone calls. Karen was leaving to go sleep over at Bryce’s house but she spoke with me for a few minutes.

Nave gave me my shot just before lights out. I wore a purple thong to go with my purple fingers and toes and rubbed the cream into my tits and lubed my ass with cum from my clit.

As soon as it was dark, I worshipped his cock. Each day I grew to understand how much I admired it. I wanted the smell of it all over me. I rubbed it across my tiny tits. As I was sucking his balls and working my way to his ass, Nave said, “You are learning that cock aren’t you, girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said. “There is so much emotion I want to pour out right now. You do such a good job of caring for me and teaching me and thinking for me, I want to do more for you.”

“Shhhh,” he said. “Worship that cock.”

That night I showed my devotion to that black monster and his balls, the source of his superior manhood. My tongue found his ass so I could show my complete submission to him. I worked his cock learning everything I could, all of it part of worshipping it.

“You are a good girl,” Nave said. “Now lie down on my chest and get that cock in you.”

I don’t know why, but I felt the sexiest when I took his hard cock and put it inside me. When it fit, it was difficult not to come at that instant. My body was showing how it was being remade just for him.

It felt so safe there. I’d never felt so cared for and protected and trusted. Those fucking hormones got me a little weepy again as Nave held his self inside me.

“Tell me what you want,” Nave said. “I already know but I want you to say it laying there with my cock in your ass.”

“I wish I could go back with Karen,” I said. “I wish you would let me support you in here. I wish I could do something while I’m in here to pay my parents back. Sometimes, I wish you’d call me a bitch instead of a girl. You keep all of them from calling me a bitch.”

“Work your ass a little while I talk to you, Sweetheart,” Nave said. “Bitches get out of line, you never do.”

“I’d never disrespect you, Nave,” I said.

“If you give Karen that feeling you’ve got inside you right now,” Nave said. “She ain’t going anywhere. If she does, you didn’t want her.”

My ecstasy at being so intimate with him, feeling his body against mine, feeling him inside me, giving all of myself to him and him taking it, cumming didn’t feel as good.

“I got all the money I need, Sweetheart,” Nave said. “These other niggas gotta hustle. There’s about sixty of you white boys that send me a little something every month. There ain’t no way for me to spend what I get. You start you a little enterprise.”

“I’ll make you proud, Daddy. I promise.”

“Work that pussy,” Nave said.

He let me fuck him and draw his seed inside me for the first time. It made me feel more feminine and submissive than the hormones. I fell asleep with him inside me. He filled me twice more during the night.

Nave laughed at me that morning when he found me sitting in the corner covered under the blanket so as not to disturb him with the glow of the computer screen while I did my research, especially when he noticed the heading of my notes: “Anal Sex Diet.”

“You are such a girl,” he said.

I told all the bitches at my table about it at breakfast and by lunchtime, there was a line outside our cell. I could only make food for twenty but had forty waiting.

It almost sparked a race riot because all the nigga bitches lined up first. But I promised to have enough for everyone at dinner. Nave worked out something with the warden to get me a little spot in the kitchen to make girl lunch to keep the drama away from our home.

The guards and the warden patted me on the butt it was such a success. Even the drama bitches were told to get in line. No one liked the mess caused by a bad diet. After expenses and giving the warden his cut, I gave Nave a hundred thirty dollars.

“You pay your parents,” Nave said. “Let’s get them on the phone tonight, Sweetheart.”

Nave didn’t really have to pee that bad, but he let me clean him and he splashed all over the place so I could clean it up. That was us.

Bad as I wanted to brag to my parents about my success, I sat on Nave’s lap and said, “Mom, because you were so nice to the warden, he’s given me a little cooking job. I’ll be able to pay back the two hundred you gave me. Any of the rest of what I make, I’ll use to start paying back all that I stole.”

My mother cried.

“We’re asking the warden,” Dad said. “Is he going to have the same story?”

“Yes sir,” I said though it made me crazy that my dad never trusted me.

The conversation with Karen broke my heart. We could not get comfortable like Nave and I. She talked for a long time just to make me listen and I did. She was practically living at Bryce’s house. She called it ‘theirs’ once.

Right before we hung up Karen said, “I don’t understand your relationship with that black guy. Are you going to see black men after you get out of jail?”

“I promise I only want you, but our relationship has to change,” I said. “I’ve got to become trustworthy and listen to you, support you, do for you. If you want to be in charge, that’s ok. We can work it out. All prison has done is made me willing to see how messed up I was.”

“This freaks me out a lot,” Karen said.

“Me too, Karen, but I like how I feel after all of our conversations. I used to feel terrible because I’d just lied to you or bullied you.”

It was silent for a long, long time then she said, “I like how I feel too.”

At our cell, I painted my nails red and put on a red thong while Nave played cards. He asked for red. One of the rabbits the nigga gang shared sat on Nave’s lap. Nave could have cut me out of his life that night and I’d never love him any less. It made me smile that he still challenged me to sacrifice for him though I knew he knew in his heart, there was nothing I wouldn’t do.

Our fantastic day ended with my shot and me sitting down to rub my tits and pussy. I went to touch my nipple and it was so stretched out, I could flick it. Daddy saw my reaction to what he’d already been staring at. My buds were in. I had soft flesh around my nips.

He had me stand up and take off my corset. In the mirror, it looked like a girl standing there. Subtly, my curves were softer. My legs looked better than a model’s. My waist was at twenty nine inches when I arrived and Nave measured me at twenty seven.

Nave pulled out a red push up bra. I lost my head and jumped on him before realizing what I was doing. He swatted my little ass and sat me down to suck his cock until it settled me down.

“That was my fault, girl,” Nave said. “I should have had you on the cock before springing all that on you.”

I just kept looking him in the eye with his fat black pole shoved down my throat. When he decided, he stood me up and put it on.

“Get those panties off, girl,” Nave said, “Just the bra tonight.”

I was so giddy and excited I worshipped that cock like never before. Each time I was before it, I grew to admire it and praise it and give myself to it like never before. At first, I thought about how deep it went it in my throat or silly stuff like that. I did what guys did and treated it like a challenge. Nave taught me the meaning of worship.

“Damn you, girl,” Nave said. “Don’t you dare swallow that nut. Spit my load onto your fingers and get that in your ass. Now bend over. I’m going to have to rough fuck some sense back into you.”

He did fuck punish me for a while but he couldn’t resist my little tits. I was in his lap on the stool with him slobbering all over that bra until he pulled out my nipples with his teeth. He sucked them sore by morning. There should have been some little Naves from all the cum inside me. I really wished I could get pregnant for him.

Like my ass, my days were crammed full and I loved it. Cooking for the bitches, and my man, cleaning, writing letters and calls not to mention the seminars at in processing gave me constant joy.

I re-wrote the in processing slide presentation. After we got done with the preliminary stuff, I put up my first slide about bitches. When they saw the topic, even the few incoming bulls stayed to listen.

I said, “Here’s what the bitch/bull relationship is all about.”

The next slide said, “Worship.”

“Worship is recognizing the worthiness of your bull and your own unworthiness,” I said. “He’s got the tough job of protecting you and caring for you in one of the worst places on Earth because you can’t do it for yourself. Since you’re turning that over to him, you must submit to him.”

“You revere him and fear him because of his worthiness. Worshipping my daddy is a time of joy for me.”

The next slide said, “Listen. Support. Do.”

“I keep silent unless given permission to speak. It’s disrespectful to say anything, especially in public, without your daddy’s consent. You take away from your daddy’s authority if you do it. If I want to know something, I ask my daddy and listen to what he says and feed on everything he tells me.”

“Since I am unworthy, I give my body and spirit to him. I support him with my reverence, thanks and adoration. He has complete freedom and the only choices are his choices. He is the man. There’s only one other role. I am the woman. I’m there to serve him and serve others as he tells me to. I’m totally passive in all matters, deference is worship.”

“Being silent, there’s only one way to show reverence, that’s by doing. I stay ready, attentive and alert to his needs. If he needs food, money, anything, I get it for him but in the way he wants. Daddies want you to sacrifice. What better way to show you care than to have no bounds?”

“You also want to do for your daddy in a way that increases his authority. Being a good recruiter is one way. If us bitches are out there promoting it and recruiting, it shows our devotion.”

“Now to sex, this is what everyone spends all their time thinking about. There are a few bulls here that want you to become a woman, most like it that you have a cock. You are here to show him his manhood is superior. You are male and must be ready to touch yourself in front of him. Nothing is more powerful for him than seeing you completely surrendering your masculinity to him.”

“Those that come in here ready to suck and fuck because they like it, you are the least desirable. This is about satisfying him, not you. You are satisfied with whatever a bull does whether it’s an all night gang rape or tender lovemaking with lots of kissing. It’s not the act that satisfies you. It’s doing for your daddy.”

“I’m lucky to have the perfect bull,” I said. “I can’t say that all of you will be as satisfied but things work much better when you follow these rules.”

All but two finished in processing and walked out into the common area to be selected. Things went so smoothly the guards and the warden complimented Nave for my presentation.

Making someone happy was so fulfilling, I stopped thinking about what I wanted because I was getting it. Hell, the rival gangs liked me. No one really liked me before because I was a selfish douche.

On the phone that night, Karen was still reluctant and standoffish with me and at the end of the conversation, she stumbled around before asking, “Did you mean what you said about me being in charge?”

“If you want that,” I said. My cock got hard.

“No, no,” Karen said. “It’s weird. That’s the reason I asked. I’ll talk to you later.”

Until four days before my sentence ended, I was the perfect little wife to Nave. With the help of the hormones and corsets, strict dieting and being super active, my body became womanly. I was a 34A-24-34 the last time Nave fucked me.

The sun was coming up as he was filling my pussy full of his sweet cum.

As I got up to start the day, Nave told me to douche out his cum and brush my teeth. I knew what it meant. Nothing anyone ever said to me hurt as bad but I did it without complaint.

That morning they delivered me boxers and a blue pants. A rabbit with only four days on the inside walked into the cell with a pair of clippers twenty minutes before chow. He shaved my head down to stubble, all my pretty hair gone. I cleaned off my polish while the rabbit cleaned up our cell. I left with the clothes on my back.

It was humiliating wearing those shitty blue pants with boxers and going to chow and watching a new bitch serve Nave his food. I sat and ate the regular meal with the outcasts.

No one said a fucking word to me or even looked in my direction but I worshipped Nave by holding it together and keeping my mouth shut until the last minute inside.

Though Karen had been living with Bryce for over two months, she came to get me because my parents had to work.

When I got my clothes back, my jeans and t-shirt made me sick. How stupid I’d been. None of it was me then or now. The pants fell off my waist and I didn’t have a belt.

None of the staff acknowledged me, not the warden or anyone else.

Every dollar I made in the prison, I gave to Nave. They prison got me a shit job pressing shirts at a dry cleaners but I took it and was happy to have the work.

Holding my pants up, I walked out to the car. Karen didn’t hug me or anything. She waited until I shut the door then put the car in gear and drove off.

“Thanks for picking me up, Karen,” I said.

“How does it feel to be out?” Karen asked. She was a beautiful girl all the way deep in her soul, a soul still healing from all the bullshit I put her through. Because of me she kept a full time guard around it. I almost wished I couldn’t see with the eyes I got in prison.

“Weird,” I said.

“You should know that Craig’s been talking a lot of shit about you to all your old friends. There’s this crazy gay guy named Allie saying he did stuff with you in prison.”

“Good,” I said. “It forces me to get real friends. I’m going to work at a dry cleaner to save up enough to go to those cooking schools I applied to. It will take a year or so but that’s ok.”

Karen gave me an odd look but kept driving. “Where are you staying for the next couple of weeks?” she asked.

“I found a mission downtown,” I said then chuckled. “They’ll let me cook for a room.”

As we rounded the corner, I noticed my parents fixed the carport I tore off the house one night backing out drunk. Their cars were in the driveway. It was odd to be going to my house and feeling excited to see my parents. Normally, I was dreading it, thinking up lies the whole time to cover whatever stupid shit I’d done.

My mom clobbered me at the door. We hadn’t spoken for almost a week. She kept crying and pointing at all the letters I sent. She had them in a box in the exact order in which they came. My dad hugged me too and he meant it. It got me crying a little bit and it was hard to hold my jeans on. Mom pulled an old belt out of the closet for me.

“Son,” she said. “We used some of the money to fix up the porch but we’re not keeping the rest of it. Get yourself some clothes and furniture.”

“It’s the gesture that made us so proud,” my dad said as he handed me an envelope. I opened it and found a check for eight thousand dollars. I could pay for a semester of cooking school.

“I really appreciate it,” I said. “Karen, this is too much money and too much temptation for me. Would you hold onto it for tuition payments?”

It came out of my mouth so quick I wanted to take it back once I said it. Karen had a boyfriend and a new life. It was wrong for me to impose.

“What do you mean?” Mom asked. She walked over to the kitchen table and pulled out a folder. “This school says your tuition is on a scholarship and the room and board is paid for a year. You can move in at the end of the month. You didn’t know?”

What Nave had done for me hit all of us at about the same time. I’m not sure how they felt but my heart was full of love for my man. Maybe it made me queer or gay or whatever, but the labels people put on things on the outside didn’t really mean shit to me any more. I knew exactly who I was.

“I don’t really care what happened in there, son,” Mom said. “You became a man.”

“Mom, do you have time to take me to the market?” I asked. “I’d love to make you all dinner.”

“Let me make a call,” Karen said. “I’ll drive you.”

She called Bryce and put him off until later. Karen took the check out of my hand and put it in her purse. Karen decided what I should make for dinner during the drive. I made it and served them. It was my way now. I cleaned up the kitchen while they ate dessert, it was hard to make my brownies in a real oven but they turned out fine. After coffee, my parents begged off upstairs and left Karen and me alone in the family room.

“I still have my old apartment,” Karen said. “But the lease expires at the end of the month. You can stay in the second bedroom.”

She drove me over to Bryce’s house. It was fantastic. He had a Porsche, a Ducati and an old 69 Chevelle. I met him and his parents in my sagging jeans and t-shirt. A proud man would have put on, but I admitted to being a twenty-six year old high school drop out, a fuck up fresh out of jail with no place to sleep and a job ironing shirts.

The next day was Saturday. Karen yawned looking freshly fucked walking into her apartment at ten.

“Holy shit,” Bryce said. “Look what he did.”

The apartment was immaculate. The kitchen smelled of fresh baked banana bread. I’d bought fresh flowers at the farmer’s market and put some in every room.

Bryce didn’t stand a chance. She fucked him a while longer but never had her heart in it after the moment she knew the endlessness of my devotion. I’d learned how to appreciate her, to worship her. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

Two years later, I’m a pretty successful chef with my first restaurant coming if that’s what Karen decides. She makes the decisions. That’s the way we both like it. I worship her and give her my devotion. One night after she fucked my ass, we lay together with her holding me and asked me what I wanted.

I told her I wished I could pay Nave back. She’s the one that decided to send him a thousand dollars a month whether we’ve got it or not.