A gay story: Becoming His Prison Bitch Pt. 05 Holy shit, I’m back.
Its been what, 5 years?
A lot has changed but I hope you are all excited to see Lexi is BACK and things are getting Spicy!
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Lexus sat in the mess hall for dinner, picking at his mystery loaf. It didn’t taste like beef, and one of Ron’s friends mentioned how it might be vegetables. Lexus didn’t give a shit either way, it was still gross. And besides, his mind was still back in the cell with Mason, despite having serviced two more people that day, and a dozen in the week since. None of the ceremony or intimacy came with the other incidences, and Mason had promised to buy more time before Lexus’ court date..
He was caught in his daydreams by Steve when he licked his lips, staring down at his food. “Thinking about something juicy in your mouth, boy? Can’t imagine it tastes any better than dinner though.”
Lexus grinned, and lifted off of the bench, leaning over the table.
“Come on over here, Steve, I got a load, just a few minutes in your mouth and I can show you what it tastes like.” Lexus grinned.
Steve didn’t take his jab well, you could see it in his face. “Whatever man.” He said, scoffing.
“Unless you already know what cum tastes like. Had a dick in you lately?”
Lexus was actually a bit surprised at how dismissive and defensive Steve became. Nobody else noticed, as they were too busy laughing about Lexus’ response.
Lexus got up, ready to go back to his cell and wait for lights out when Benny cut him off. He looked serious, yet amused. Lexus sighed, and he scuffed his shoe against the floor.
“What now?” he asked. “It’s too late for visiting.”
“The warden would like to see you.”
Lexus felt his heart sink. While he had no choice in his activities as Dom’s bunk mate, he also could get into a lot of trouble if the warden suddenly decided to single him out for it. He could try to pin all of it on Dom, but that wouldn’t sit quite well with him, seeing as though he would likely still need to return there to sleep at the end of it all.
“What does the Warden want?”
Benny chuckled. “Dom has talked highly of you. He just wanted a little chat. If the chat goes well, he may put in a good word at the hearing to cut your sentence short.”
Lexus couldn’t figure out why this made him uneasy. Again, an unknown. The prisoners, a known. He was used to what they wanted. A soft hole, whether they used him like a flesh object, pretended he was a soft female, or was a boy slut, they were all just sex deprived.
The Warden, however, went home every night. He had a wife too. He wasn’t deprived, and even if his wife was dry as a Sahara or in menopause or whatever, he could always find a brothel or hire a whore or go barhopping.
After all, he wasn’t such a bad looking guy. Still young.
Lexus stepped into the Wardens office, and the door clicked shut behind him. It was a grand place. Red polished wood, books on a matching shelf that spanned the wall, a thick window that overlooked the compound. The floor was old natural hardwood and squeaked slightly when you stepped.
“Lexi. Your reputation precedes you.” He said, smiling, his eyes grazing down his exposed midriff.
“A good, rule abiding reputation, I hope.” Lexus joked, crossing his hands behind his back.
“You certainly follow orders well, I hear. A bit of a rough start but im glad you’ve settled in and allowed this place to show you your flaws and mold you into a better person. After all, prison is all about Rehabilitation.”
Lexus took note of his hidden meaning and his gaze dropped to the floor. “Yes Sir.” It seemed as if he was going to be singled out after all.
“But your behavior in here is one thing. What is important is that you do well outside of these walls. Take what you’ve learned and become a productive member of society.” The man’s grey mustache twitched with his lip, and his almost golden eyes bore into Lexus’.
Lexus swallowed hard, and his heart began to race. He… was joking. Right? He couldn’t possibly mean what he thought he meant.
“I erm…” He cleared his throat. “I certainly won’t be coming back, Sir.” He said nervously.
“I hope not. You are far more valuable to me out there than in here.”
Lexus’ blood ran cold, and he felt as if his jaw was glued shut. He couldn’t speak. His nightmare wouldn’t be over when he left. His eyes darted about nervously.
“Don’t you worry. I’ll have you back mentoring with Dom. We’ve er, enlisted his services, getting boys like you off the street and putting them to work before they end up here.”
Half of his heart sank into his gut, the other clogged his throat. Dom… All of his studying and work to get out of this mess… But the idea of being near him again overwhelmed him.
“It would be great to work with Dom again.” He said, faking enthusiasm.
The two of then shared a long look, and Lexus began to feel as if it may not have been the best choice of words. But he didn’t know what the man would have preferred.
“Lock the door behind you, Lexus.” The warden said, standing slowly, his fingertips pressed against the desk surface. They turned white slightly at the first knuckle as they took on weight.
It was quite the sudden change in tact. But obediently, Lexus the bolted the door and returned to his position in front of the desk. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what may happen. But really this was all old hat now. He was used to being a slut. And quite accepting of it too.
The Warden pointed to the polished red wood. “Lay down over that, Lexus. At the waist.”
Lexus took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before stepping forward until his thighs touched the desk. He placed his palms down on the cool surface for a moment. Bend over the desk? He felt like he was in trouble at some catholic school. He could be beaten or fucked. Or both..
The Warden opened the drawer on his desk and produce a leather belt.
Beaten it was, Lexus resolved, and readied himself for the first strike. As long as he relaxed, he wouldn’t bruise too badly.
Instead, he was taken off guard, and the belt wrapped around his throat. As it did, be took note that the wide brown leather had additional holes bore into it, allowing it to close quite tight. And it did, fastening around his throat so that he could barely breath.
He had been conditioned well enough to where he didn’t fight it, at first. But when he realized it was tight enough to where he could barely drag in a breath if he concentrated and kept calm. Which proved quite difficult. If he panicked, it would have made it even harder to breath.
He found himself on his knees in the middle of the office, dragged backwards by the tail of the belt.
“I don’t like to hear lies, boy. It makes me feel as if you are not going to take me seriously.” He leaned back against the desk, crossing his legs at the ankle and his arms over his chest. “Are you taking me seriously now, boy?
Lexus grabbed at the belt, but didn’t try to remove it. It took every ounce of concentration to remain calm, to drag in each breath. Even as he did, and the moments ticked by, he felt his lips begin to go cold.
He nodded quickly, which made his head spin.
“Good boy. If I feel as if you are going to desert me, I will find a way to make sure that you end up with that around your neck hanging from your jail cell. And I know your favorite client won’t be happy if he were to have incidentally supplied you with the item of your suicide. And I don’t think your mother would be happy if I made sure the papers knew her son became prison meat before his untimely death.”
Lexus was really struggling now. His hands balled in fists, nails digging in his palms, but he couldn’t feel the pain. He could hear his pulse in his ears and feel it behind his eyes.
“I understand.” He tried to say, but he couldnt make a sound. “Please…”
His vision began to tunnel. Survival overroad obedience and he began clawing at the belt. But in order to remove a belt, you have to pull tighter to undo the latch. And that was proving impossible.
His fingers felt like clubs as be fumbled with the belt. He stared up at the Warden, helpless as his world faded to black.
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Lexus woke with a pounding headache the following day. His throat was sore and he couldn’t speak. He tried to reach up to feel the damage, but his wrists were shackled to the bed.
“Oh dear, don’t move. Relax, shhhh. I know this is quite shocking. I need you to avoid speaking. Please blink once if you can understand me.”
Lexus blinked once, obedient.
“Good. Now, do you know where you are?” Blink. ”
Do you know what today is?” Blink blink.
” It’s the 14th, dear. We found you in your cell with your sheets around your neck, luckily George was doing his rounds and spotted you.”
Lexus didn’t blink at that. It was a lie. He breathed slowly, trying not to get worked up.
“As you know, suicide is a bit frowned upon, so you’ll have to remain here in the psych ward for 48 hours.” No blink.
“Ok dear. Well, I’ll leave you to it. Get rest. The attendants will be around in the morning to take you to your temporary bed.”
Lexus dropped his head against the pillow, regretting it instantly as pain radiated through his head.
The Wardens warning was crystal clear. If he didn’t fall in line, he would kill him. He wouldn’t be able to escape this life when he got out.
But Dom would be there. Dom was smart, Lexus had money and connections. He would be able to figure a way out for both of them.
He hoped.
Lexus put his cheek against the pillow and tried to get an hour or so of sleep.
He woke, however, to a warm breeze on his thighs. Wait, no, that was breath.
He jumped, finding his arms still restrained as they were.
“Wakey wakey!” A voice said, bright from the grin his face held.
Lexus jumped, a gasp managing to escape his swollen windpipes, but he couldn’t imagine anything else.
A man, with a wild glint in his eye, laid low over his legs, straddling his knees. Lexus bucked his legs up, but the man didn’t budge. He looked to his waist and found that his pants were down around his thighs.
He groaned. Which hurt.
“Shhhh. I overheard the nurses talking about you. You tried to kill yourself because you’re a bitch, didn’t you?” He said, his unkept nails digging into his thighs.
Lexus looked around frantically, but the only light was from half a moon glaring in through the blinds. He yanked on his cuffs.
“If you knew how to get out of those, you could save yourself.” He said, smiling.
Lexus’ eyes bugged out a bit. Save himself from what!?
Lexus felt the hand creep up his thighs, stroking his balls and wrapping around his cock. For all of his training, it was traitorously responsive.
But bound this way, he had no choice but to endure what he was subjected to. Panting, he felt his body release a wave of pleasure as he was fondled.
Jesus, how could he complain that the Warden wanted to make him a prostitute when he was so fucking responsive to even to this unwanted trespass after being strangled and threatened not too long ago? Was no misfortune sacred?
His head fell back and he moaned at the feeling of the strange hands stroking his cock from base to tip. The man on top of him groaned, as if Lexus’ pleasure was his own. His middle finger and thumb made an O just under the head of his cock, twisting back and forth. Lexus clenched his jaw, arching his back in tortured ecstasy as the unique stroking sent shockwaves through his pelvis.
With each thrust into the strange man’s hands, he came closer. He didn’t spare any more energy to resisting. There was no real point. No matter what corner he turned, he would be offering himself to someone else.
The thought was almost freeing.
A hand closed over his shoulder, thick fingers curling against his collar bone.
“You seem to be enjoying my gift.” Said a voice that sent a shiver down his spine and made the injuries to his neck throb.
He looked up at the Warden, cock throbbing in this strangers grip.
He managed a whimper.
The hand squeezed tighter.
“Oh don’t you worry. I’m just making sure you received my reward. I must say, I hadn’t intended on landing you here but you started fighting me in the end. That I cannot have, so now you have a warning. But, I could tell you were accepting of your future role, and so this is your reward.”
Each word seemed to resonate with the waves flowing off if his cock. Fuck! He is seriously about to come in front of this man. It wasn’t the most humiliating thing to happen to him, after all, he spent several hours tied to a shower bench in front of a lot of men, on the receiving end of a lot of men. But he didn’t loathe Dom for that punishment. He certainly loathed the Warden.
Somehow, trying to kill him was on another level.
Unable to speak due to his injuries, he glared at the warden, intent to disappoint him. But the glare he embedded on his face did not cover his cock throbbing in the psychos hands.
“This… is Mr Ryan. Ryan is here because he tried to kill himself 16 times after being convicted of the murder of 12 young men and women simply because they told him no. Somehow never succeeded, obviously, I just think he wanted the attention. Ryan gets a lot of roaming privileges, especially when I need him to sweet talk a particularly stubborn client. I hope that you are enjoying Ryan’s hard work.”
Lexus felt as if he was doused in cold water. Rejection drove this man to a murder spree. And here he was with his cock in his hands.
“Why…” Lexus managed to croak, arching his back, his knees jerking as he neared an impending orgasm.
The Warden bent over the bed, his wide shoulders blocking out the light of the moon through the blinds. “I just want you to know that he will be watching you too.” he whispered. Lexus felt himself erupt as the words brushed his ear and neck, his traitorous cock twitching in Ryan’s hands. But he didn’t really feel it through his whole body. The warden straightened up and winked, brushing the side of his nose with his index finger as the psycho Ryan extrapolated himself from his bed, leaving Lexus with his pants around his thighs and pale, hairless abdomen coated in semen.
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Lexus didn’t sleep, simply yanked on his restraints until his wrists were raw trying to pull his pants up. He practically watched his own cum dry on his body as slowly as the sun rose, the waistband of his pants just out of reach.
The nurse strolled in around 9 and when she saw his pants around his thighs, she balked. Understandable.
“My god!” she gasped, taking a shocked step back. “What the hell… why…. what were you…” she couldn’t get any proper words out. “We don’t tolerate perverts in the medical ward!” she finally stumbled. “The staff don’t deserve to deal with this, this job is stressful as is! Really!” She stormed off and returned with a pitcher if water and a washcloth and began to mop him up.
Humiliated but clean and properly covered, he didn’t bother correcting the nurse on the circumstances that led him to the predicament in which she found him. Not only could he barely talk, but he also had nothing to say. What would he do? Claim the Warden sicked his dog on him in the middle of the night? He has no proof. It was his word against the Wardens. And so, there were no words to say.
It was a few days before he was able to leave the hospital, but they sent him back to his cell while everyone else was at dinner. He sat down on his bunk, but jumped up quickly, restless. As the halls began to flood again, he slipped out with the crowd and found himself in front of Mason’s cell. “Hello, Daddy.” Lexi cooed, batting his eyelids.
“Lexi baby…. my god what did they do to you?” Mason stood and crossed to Lexi, cupping the sides of his bruised neck. “Who was it? Just let me know, I’ll kill them. I’m already in here for life.”
Lexi shook his head. “They’re untouchable.” he said, his voice still raw. “But I’m hoping you will give me a bit of relief after being chained to a bed for 2 days straight.”
Mason could always be counted on when Lexi needed a gentle hand. He took his preferred name, Daddy, seriously, and was always good at giving Lexi a little TLC when he needed it.
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Lexi stood behind the gates to the outside, unceremoniously handed a box of his items that he came to prison with. His trial lasted a few months after his incident with the Warden, and he was finally going to walk out of these doors and never look back. Well, except for a month from today, when he needed to find DC at the address that Dom so kindly tattooed onto his forearm a few days before with a needle.
The doors buzzed and clanged as he was let through one after another. Soon, he was released under the open, dreary sky, which was threatening to rain. Thunder cracked in the clouds, and he saw a flash of lightning in the storm clouds over the mountains.
There was a scraggle of reporters waiting outside of the gates. His mother ran forward from the limo, wrapping him in a designer leather coat, her handbag whacking him in the back. He suppressed a groan as he was shepherded to the stretched black SUV, and climbed into the backseat.
He felt as if he was still in a small cell, but the lights weren’t bright and the floor wasn’t made of painted concrete. He kicked his sneakers off and pressed his toes into the soft carpet, leaning his head back and peering through the sunroof as rain began to speckle the glass.
His mother was unusually silent, but after a moment, shoved a bag towards him. “Here, I went shopping for new clothes. I figured your size hasn’t changed too much….”
She trailed off. Their last conversation flooded back to him, and he didn’t mention her awkward silence. Instead, he pulled the clothes from the glossy designer shopping bag; a crisp button up white dress shirt, a vest, a tie, pressed slacks and pointed black leather shoes. He noticed that while these clothes were a tad formal, they would hug his form and accentuate his waist, especially with the cut and shape of the vest.
He cleared his throat, and his mother turned to peer out of the window. He pulled his plain white tee over his head and replaced it with the button up and pulled the vest snug around his torso. The silk tie had a blue handprint on it, an artistic touch, but it made him feel like a hand was reaching for his throat whenever he caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye. It made him uneasy.
He figured they’d go home, as he was desperate for a shower, but instead, the limo turned onto the freeway and sped towards the city. They stopped at a Barbers shop, where his mother had them trim his hair “properly” as she called it. Then they went to lunch.
Sitting down, his mother was right at home. She, after all, never left this world. She lifted the menu, and waved down a waiter with demanding confidence.
The young woman responded, and was dressed in pressed white and black uniform approached with a trolly topped with a bottle of chilled fresh water and a bucket of ice and two wine glasses. With a practiced flourish, she overturned the glasses onto the table, and uncorked the long necked bottle filled with fresh cold water. “So glad to see you again, Madame. Is this your son we have heard so much about?” The young woman asked with perky familiarity.
Lexus cleared his throat, and flashed a wide, hopefully confident smile, attempting to mimic his old swagger from a person who no longer existed. As she set down the bottle into the bucket of ice, he reached out to request her hand. “Lexus, if you don’t mind.” he said, introducing himself. While the words tumbled past his lips smoothly as if this was his world too, he felt out of place and awkward. He hoped it didn’t show on his face.
But she still smiled, a dimple appearing in her left cheek, a blush spreading on her cheekbones, and a giggle escaped her lips. “It is nice to finally meet you, Lexus.” she said, her voice cracking. It took her a moment to regain her train of thought, but eventually she cleared her throat. “And how shall I serve you this afternoon? Tea? Wine?”
“Please bring me a bottle of red, whatever you like, I trust your taste dear. Far more than Johnathan’s, his last pick was dreadful.” His mother winked at the poor waitress who was already flustered. It confused Lexus. “And we will have my usual, for the both of us.”
It wasn’t long before a bottle of wine sat beside the water, and Lexus chose to refill his glass with the latter. His mother poured herself a generous glass of wine, and he noticed that she felt too comfortable exceeding the invisible but socially acceptable fill line.
“What was all that with the girl?” he asked her, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her face distorted behind the rim of the crystal glass as she took a generous sip. Her voice was far too innocent.
He opened his mouth to respond, but two steaming grilled salmon dripping with oil and topped with asparagus were placed before them on glossy white and artistically curvy ceramic plates.
Lexus looked down at his plate, taking in the sight of it. The smell made his mouth water, and he couldn’t even imagine what this tasted like after the months of processed, frozen, thawed, overcooked gruel he was used to eating.
However, he tore his eyes away and looked up a his mother. “Yes, you do. What’s with the girl.”
“Come on Sweetie, eat. I know you’re hungry. They don’t feed people properly in that horrid place.” Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, as if mouthing the words would keep anyone from knowing where he’d been. Surely the staff here didn’t know or care, but she was clearly hoping the familiar wealthy and nosy people around her couldn’t read lips. She plucked up her own dainty knife and fork, and began to eat.
Lexus said nothing but continued to stare at her. She sighed and placed her utensils back onto the white linen table cloth, blinking as if to clear her vision. “Alright. Fine. I was hoping you would take a fancy to her. A young bachelor like yourself, you need to think of your image. Your case was expunged but some positive press would provide a delightful distraction. Then we can move on.”
Lexus sighed. Of course. He picked up his utensils and carved out a bite of salmon and greens, and took a bite. He was hard-pressed to suppress a groan as the meat of the fish melted in his mouth. His senses felt as if they’d been starved of stimulation–well, some of them. He basked in just the single bite for longer than necessary. When he opened his eyes, he noticed the waitress was back.
“Can I get you anything else Ma’am? Lexus?” she asked, glancing in his direction. His mother glanced pointedly between the two of them. Lexus cleared his throat, but didn’t say anything. Clearly disappointed in her only son, she flashed a grin to distract from his pointed silence.
“Oh no, that’s all love. Give us just a few more minutes, and you can charge the bill to my account. And give yourself the usual tip.”
The girl nodded briskly, and turned on her heel to check on the other guests.
“I’ll make sure the girl gets your number. Her father isn’t the most notable man in town but he’s well respected for his hard work. And she puts in just as hard despite her families modest wealth. She isn’t sated and spoiled like some of these other offspring.”
“Ma, seriously?” Lexus hissed. “You know I have no interest in a gir–”
“Lexus, enough. I won’t hear another word on it. I’ll book you two a reservation at that nice place where I met your father. Well, it was a steakhouse but what is it now? Italian? Not that cheap crap, real Italian…”
Lexus tuned her out. She was not comforting. He felt increasingly anxious the longer they remained here, and he glanced over his shoulder to try and banish the feeling that someone was standing behind him, or breathing on his neck. As soon as the waitress cleared his plate, he nodded to her and stood, rebuttoning his vest and adjusting the cuffs of the pressed white shirt.
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Lexus found himself in his room, leaning against the windowsill and staring at his king four poster bed. He glared at it, and it glared back, taunting him with comfort he no longer recognized. He pulled back the sleeve on his arm and peered at the address etched in low quality black ink and pink around the edges. He had actually fought Dom with this. He was ok with bruises and scars but a filthy needle with cheap ink and some crack den address etched into his arm was not his idea of a good time. They held him down as they mauled his skin so that he wasn’t likely to forget his place when he got a taste of freedom.
Like that was likely anyway.
Even without the possibility of working with DC, he couldn’t escape from the sins he committed or the men and cocks he served. And while he was forced to in there, he felt the desire to continue here.
A text pinged from his pocket and he slipped the latest Samsung out of his jeans and peered at the screen. He’d been trying for the past couple of days to get the address for this underground gathering–in hopes of drowning his sorrows and growing anticipation of seeing DC again. Finally, the address of a warehouse near the Bay was the only text from an unidentified sender. Even his phone warned him of potential spam. But he didn’t care how dangerous or risky this was. There was no way he was sleeping in that bed again, and he needed to burn some energy.
An hour later he found himself walking up to the warehouse. He heard nothing from the outside. Two large men stood in a wide doorway, and he approached with the confidence of a rich boy looking for a good time. He slipped a crisp bill into the darker ones hand, winked at him, and then showed the pair his invitation on his phone. One peered at the code on the screen under the address. When he found what he was looking for, he rummaged in his coat and pulled out a stamp and pressed it to the back of his hand; a palm tree in red ink. He peered at it briefly, chucking at the suggestiveness of the two large coconuts hanging from a thick palm tree before giving the men a smile.
He stepped inside, and was immediately greeted with slow sensual music, humidity and various sounds from various mouths. This was a strange scene, to be frank. He was used to being on his knees of course, but not used to seeing others in a similar place. He saw these tree stamps on every hand, but they weren’t all red. Most were green, but he certainly needed more than one hand to count the red stamps. These guests tended to be on the outskirts of the room; camped out at booths or stools in the shadows.
Descending into the bowels of the old warehouse, he looked at old conveyer belts, machines and chutes breaking up the empty space above him. But aside from these relics of the old use of the place, the floor was polished, and the walls drywalled and painted a deep red. A glass bar occupied one corner, while a stage with dancing boys occupied the opposite wall.
On the floor, benches, stools and counters, bodies pressed together in various stages of nakedness. Moans filled his ear, echoes of the sounds of leather on skin and his cock stirred as he made an attempt to beeline towards the darkest corner he could spot from the doorway.
It was far from unoccupied but at least it wasn’t crowded. And he had a good view of the room. He glanced around until one couple caught his eye; the man in charge looked too much like DC for him to feel comfortable, but he couldn’t seem to take his eyes away. The girl he held on his lap had a look of absolute aw and devotion as she looked at him over her shoulder, eyes never straying from his face though his gaze wandered about wilfully, At first, it seemed as if his interest in her was lacking, but there was something about the way he held onto her hip, and the way his face was always slightly tilted in her direction no matter how far his eyes strayed.
Lexus tore his eyes away from them as he felt his own start to blur. He hasn’t cried over DC in months. Not since he accepted his new role as someone else’s tool to rent out.
“New face.” came a gravelly voice on his left.
Lexus looked around and the guy flashed his green tattoo. Lexus looked down, confused for a moment before he understood it as a greeting. He raised his own red one.
“Ah! Not free to play then!” he said, black eyes looking at him from a dark face.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t anyone explain the rules? Red ink, “Look don’t touch”.” he clarified. “Green, Verified and good to go!” He flashed a wide toothy smile.
“What do you need to get verified?” he asked as the music shifted to a new melody.
“Medical records. You need to get checked every 2 weeks.” He said. “They’ll set you up an appointment after 3 visits.. They don’t accept your private doctor, they have one of their own. Its a well funded operation. Best in the city, in my opinion.”
“So all of these… They are new members?” he said after a moment.
“No, not necessarily. Some failed their clearance. If you fail a test just once, you’re locked out of the green ink indefinitely. You never get the opportunity to play again. Well, not in these four walls anyway. But this place serves good alcohol, has pretty dancers, and charges a pretty penny. Some people are just loyal to the game.”
It sounded as if Lexus was lucky to find this place. Not that it was easy. And the only reason he got such a quick invite is because Mason pulled some strings and vouched for him.
“Roger, by he way.” his new acquaintance extended a hand, and Lexus shook it.
“Lexi.”
“Well Lexi, since I’ve talked your ear off, what are you here for?”
Lexus furrowed a brow. “Not sure, honestly. Not even sure if its my scene. I’m not used to so many…. people.” That wasn’t quite true. Participating people, more like. But ‘I was a prison bitch’ wasn’t exactly a introductory line.
“Well, which team do you play for? Edward or Bella?”
“I think I’m going to vomit. I can’t believe you just made such a…” He shook his head, and then found himself laughing.
“I had to say something, your mood was starting to shit on my parade. This is a giddy place full of pleasure, pain and lots of fucking sex. You could pretend you weren’t kidnapped.”
Lexus smiled. “You are correct.” This guy certainly knew how to drag him out of his funk. He leaned back against the wall, pursing his lips for a moment. “Jacob.” he said after a beat. “No fucking pale sparkly vampires.”
“HA!” he clapped once, before pointing at him with a grin on his face. “Knew it, you fuckin twi-hard.” he said through a clench teethed grin, playing along.
“Dude its 2023, don’t shame my kinks.” he replied with a grin.
“So your kink is to get fucked in the arse by a giant CGI corgi? I think i can arrange that.” he grabbed Lexi under his elbow and yanked him away from the wall, marching towards the huge glass bar. They slid between two occupied stools, one of which perched a man naked from the waist down, a furry tail hanging from what seemed to be a butt plug embedded in his ass.
Lexi turned to glare sharply at his new friend, who laughed, and held up two hands in horror. “That is purely coincidence! We are here for drinks.”
Roger ordered them both a shot of vodka which they downed in a second, sending that brief tingle down his nerves. Then they each took a rum and coke to a dark corner booth and bullshit the rest of the night away, occasionally topping up on various drinks.
Lexi found his gaze on one body or another, loving watching the alpha men holding a leash here and there. The level of submission he saw reminded him of Darian, and his cock strained against his pants as he thought about kneeling over his foot on the concrete, grinding against his leg and tugging on the fabric of his jeans with his teeth in a bid for his attention. The warmth of the alcohol buzzing through his blood made his cock feel like it was burning, but he was no stranger to denial.
Roger, the ever attentive companion, dropped his hand on Lexis thigh, stroking down between his legs and letting the side of his hand brush his crotch. “You seem sad again.” he said with a soft smile. “Anything i can do?”
Lexis head buzzed as he turned towards his reliable companion. “Why are you still sitting with me? You’ve got green ink, you could be out having fun. You can’t actually touch me.” he said, gazing into Rogers eyes, trying to decipher what he wanted. He parted his legs slightly, ever available, loving tbe feel of the pressure on his groin.
“I cant touch you here. But we can always go find a motel room tonight.” he said with a smile. “A good old fashioned “meet at the bar” kind of one night stand.” His hand turned in Lexi’s lap, cupping his now raging hard-on. “You could always sneak out at 6am and never look back. Or you could leave your number for me to find. I could pine if you don’t, decide to call if you do, decide not to call. Wherever the wind takes us, no pressure.”
Lexi tried to hide a smile. A normal one night stand huh? With someone he chose to take to bed, without being assaulted first, or paid for. It honestly sounded like heaven.
He sighed, and stood quickly. “Alright, but no motel. I have a favorite hotel with a priceless view of the city skyline. My treat.” he smiled, and led the way back to the bar where Lexi settled both their tabs with a sleek black card, and passed a crisp 100 over to the bartender as a tip. Then they headed back out the front of the warehouse, had their stamps wiped clean from their hands, and walked along the waterway back to where Lexus parked his car.
His midnight blue hybrid BMW gleamed in the streetlights. He heard Roger whistle softly as he slid into the smooth leather interior, and Lexi flicked on the heated seats and put on some soft rock, turning the volume down to a whisper. “This must have cost a pretty penny.” he said as the car whirred to life. The ride was smooth as they pulled to the edge of the parking lot where Lexi slipped his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to the manager of his favorite hotel. Despite the late hour, and the long time its been since hes engaged with them due to his little vacation behind bars, he received an almost immediate and enthusiastic reply, ensuring his favorite suite would be ready for him when he arrived.
“I am not left wanting for much, no…” Lexi replied to Rogers comment.
“Well… I had enough cash for my tab and a room, so… let me handle whatever tip the staff needs wherever we’re going and Ill feel better about being treated tonight.”
Lexi shifted the car into gear and took off towards the highway. “Deal.” he said, glancing at Roger from thr corner of his eye. Such a handsome man, if rough around the edges. And Lexi picked him up all on his own.
Twenty minutes later they stepped out on the curb of the hotel, and a valet practically ran out to meet them. Lexi tossed him his keys, and the gold trimmed front door opened, the hotel manager greeting them personally. Her emerald green suit had a slight sparkle under the bright light of the crystal chandelier, above which an ornately designed fresco decorated the ceiling. Swirling carvings followed curved crown molding down to the floor of large white marble tile.
“Mr. Hendroux, welcome back!” she mewled enthusiastically. “Your favorite suite is ready and available, as is a bottle of our best champagne. On us, of course!” she said, waving them through the lobby. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Being behind bars and being the one providing services to others certainly gave him a new perspective on life. He used to just see Cheryl, the manager, as someone eager to do her job but he could see the desire to please in her eyes, one that he felt a keen kinship to.
Fulfilling the wishes of a high end client would make her night on a much more personal level than this just being her job. He wondered vaguely what drove her under her skin, whether it was anything as debased as what drove him.
“A second bottle, Cheryl.” he said, with a smile. “A fresh fruit platter, if the kitchen is awake, and a plate of oysters. And if someone could run an herbal bath…”
“Of course, Mr. Hendroux.” she simpered, snapping at the bell boy and pointing towards the elevator. “I’ll have everything sent up at once, and Kegan will be in momentarily to run your bath.”
The elevator pinged and the bellhop gestured from the doorway, dropping them off directly into the foyer of their suite. Roger barely waited for the doors to slide shut again before he grabbed Lexi around the waist, shoving him against the wall between two narrow tables with potted plants on them.
The marble continued in this room as well, and it opened up into an elegant suite. A large sitting area sat in the center of the room around a large white stone fireplace. To the right, a four poster bed stood beyond an archway and a pair of french frosted glass doors which could be closed for privacy. The bed’s frame was draped in a billowy gossamer material, and the bed held Egyptian cotton bedding which was just as soft as it looked. On the other side of the seating area was a long glass dining table which sat six, atop which sat a bucket of ice, a large bouquet of flowers, a chilled bottle of champagne, and two glasses on a silver tray.
The wealth in this room was absurd, and it almost embarrassed Lexi to have not been shocked by it before. Darian was right, that silver spoon was practically melted to the roof of his mouth.
Stop thinking about Darian!
He was only almost embarrassed because he could barely think as Roger pushed his body into the wall with his own, his lips molding against Lexis throat and jaw, making him moan in satisfaction. He only ever had Mason give him attention like this before. it was a rare treat and he basked in it. His cock throbbed in his jeans but as a default, he ignored it.
That is, until Mason’s hand slid between them and grasped his cock tightly in his grip.
He let out a whimper of delight. Nobody had given him this sort of attention since — stop! No, don’t… “Keep going…” he begged desperately. His plea was really to beg him not to leave him high and dry, but Roger took it as a green light to undo his pants, pushing them down and kneeling before him.
Oh god, what a sight. No wonder Darius enjoyed him on his knees. The sight was one to behold. And when Roger opened his mouth…
Lexi let out a panicked squeal as Rogers lips closed around his shaft, gripping his hair tight enough to hurt. His cock throbbed in his mouth and he could have come like a virgin right then. Roger hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, drawing him in deep to the warm cavern of his mouth and Lexi sagged against the wall, releasing a deep moan. “Oh god please don’t stop…”
Just then, the elevator dinged, and the doors not 20 feet from them slid open, revealing a member of the hotel staff in his emerald green uniform. That must be Kegan, and he must have been focused on the trolley before him, as he didnt look up as he strode into the foyer and the elevator doors closed behind him.
It was that exact moment that Roger drew him deep into his throat, sending a shockwave up his spine. His shocked silence at an intruder turned into a wanton, feminine moan just as he locked eyes with the server, who stopped in his tracks.
Roger never wavered. He knew they were being watched now – oh, he knew, if the light squeeze on his balls or the soft chuckle around his shaft was any indication. That vibration from his mouth did things – oh wonderful things – and his knees went weak.
Neither him nor Kegan looked away from one another, the red blush creeping up the young mans neck and ears standing out starkly against his collar.
Everything – being watched by an innocent bystander, being blown off for the first time in his life by a well experienced lover, having someone kneeling in front of him for a change – reached a crescendo, like an orchestra reaching it’s climax, his thighs tensed as he erupted into Rogers waiting mouth.
If not for Roger he would have collapsed right there. His toes curled in his shoes as aftershocks rocked his spine.
Roger licked his lips as he stood, waiting until Lexi had his feet under him before turning to their peeping tom.
Lexi had to give it to the guy – after licking his lips and clearing his throat, he finally broke eye contact and his attention turned back to the tray before him. He whipped the dome lid off with a flourish and bowed slightly, his voice barely wavering. “Fresh Oysters on the half shell, a plate of chef selected strawberries, grapes, sliced star fruit and melons… A second bottle of our finest, and a hand picked herbal mix for your bath.”
Lexi regained proper footing and reached down to pull his pants back around his hips. Roger, true to his word, passed a wad of bills to the server and smiled as if his tongue hadn’t just bathed in Lexis orgasmic bliss.
“Thank you. I believe your service has went above and beyond. Please, draw the bath, we will need it.” he smiled, and the man gave a slight bow before heading off to the ensuite jacuzzi tub to run their bath.
Lexi looked over at Roger, who approached him and grasped him by the waist, kissing him softly. He tasted himself on the mans tongue, and he moaned at the implication. That maybe he was just as worthy of what he gave to others.
Pulling back, he grinned sheepishly. “Champagne?” he asked, crossing to the dining table and popping the cork on the chilled bottle nestled in the ice as the heavy sound of gushing water filled the suite.
Roger smirked as he followed him across the suite, his own hard cock evident in the bulge in his trousers. “You seemed to enjoy that.” he said, taking a flute from Lexi. he grasped him by the hair and tipped his head back, taking a generous sip of the crisp bubbly and smirking around his mouthful. He leaned forward, kissing and letting some of it pour into Lexis mouth. He melted in his grip, grasping him around the waist as they kissed.
“If I had to draw any conclusions…” he said as he pulled back, Lexi drawing quick gasping breaths as he kept his head tilted back for him. “Id think you never got head before. You seemed like you almost resisted me for a second.”
Lexi felt a blush creep up his cheeks. “I…” he cleared his throat. “N-no, i was usually… content… giving them.” he said, trying to dance around the whole truth.
Roger smiled and nodded slowly, taking a long careful drink before filling his mouth once again. He offered Lexi another taste from his mouth but kept some in the well of his tongue, kissing down his neck and leaving drops of the golden liquid to drip down his neck, slide along the angle of his collar bone and drip down into his shirt. He set the glass down and began to remove his shirt, sliding it off his arms as he backed him up towards the plush sofa where he sank into the cushions. Discarding his own shirt and pants, letting his cock bounce out in front of Lexi as he knelt down in front of him, his knee pressing into the cushion between Lexis thighs.
“Well let’s see that talented tongue of yours that was so good it made your past lovers forget they were supposed to return the favor.” Roger said playfully, grasping the base of his cock and guiding it before Lexis lips.
Lexi smiled up at his late night companion, settling into utter familiarity. This, he was trained for. He opened his mouth like a good slut, taking him quick and deep. Long under control, he didnt gag on the meaty member that stroked along his tongue, but he knew just how to flex to squeeze the glans just as it stroked in and out of his throat.
Rogers brow furrowed as he looked down on the eager man below him, groaning as he grasped him by the shaft. The sloppy moans that he extruded were soft and high, a bit more feminine than he expected but quite practiced. A smirk played at his lips as he watched him fall so easily into this role he created for himself.
“Dirty slut, aren’t you?” he groaned, rocking his hips to fuck his mouth, his hands stroking through Lexi’s hair and along his slim jaw. “Oh god your mouth is so pretty….” he moaned, “You really are good at this…”
Lexi hummed around his cock, soaking in the praise from Roger like a dehydrated sponge. At first, the water wanted to run off – he really couldn’t take it personally. But remembering that Roger saw him, chose him, came back to a hotel with him, all before knowing whether he could truly satisfy him – it eas like that first bead of water finally seeping in. Then he started to overflow.
He hadn’t quite realized what being someones only option to scratch an itch felt like. Not really wanted, but desperate enough to settle with it.
His eyes began to burn, and tears blurred his vision. Rogers’ brow furrowed for a moment as Lexi tried to draw in a breath. It wasn’t the cock in his throat making his eyes water, he could tell. But what to do?
He pulled back out of Lexi’s mouth and turned him quickly, throwing him down against the back of the couch. He covered his body with his own, pressing him down against the cushions, his cock nestled against his ass through his pants. “Strip.” he whispered in his ear. “Ill take care of you.”
Lexi took a moment to bury his face in the cushion in front of him as he pushed his pants down to his ankles, kicking them off with his shoes.
Just then, a throat cleared from the doorway of the bedroom, and both men looked up to see a flushed bellhop who was finished running the bath. “Sirs, everything is ready for your bath. Erm. Take your time. It is heated.” he bowed slightly. “Towels are in the warmer to the right side.”
Roger looked Kegan up and down for a moment before winding his arm around Lexis throat, pulling him upright, exposing his now bare body to the man.
“Do us a favor and come fold Mister Hendroux’s clothes, would you?” he said, his voice silky and full of mischief.
Lexi found himself distracted from his inner thoughts, watching the man in the emerald green suit struggle for a moment before rounding the couch and doing as he was asked. His eyes repeatedly flickered to their naked bodies as he laid his entire outfit down on the cushion next to them, expertly folded by nimble hands.
“Do you like what you see?” Roger asked him, stroking his hand against Lexi’s throat and collarbone, his round feminine ass pressed back against Rogers naked cock.
He cleared his throat. “Sir, I don’t think – ” he began, but Roger cut him off. “Shhh, you aren’t going to get in trouble. And if I’ve made you uncomfortable, you are more than welcome yo leave and Ill tip you generously for the trouble. Would you like to leave?” he said softly.
The bellhop hesitated. “No Sir….” he stuttered, “I mean – yes Sir, I think you look amazing, No Sir I don’t want to – I can assist you if you need me to stay – I mean -…”
“Shhhh…” Roger hummed again. “I happen to know that this beautiful mouth…” he slid his palm up his jaw and tugged his cheeks, making Lexis mouth fall open wide, his tongue sticking out slightly with a moan. Just like DC taught – No! Don’t think of him….
“Would you like a nice tip from Mr. Hendroux for doing such a wonderful job folding his clothes?”
The bellhop whined, a completely involuntary sound he tried desperately to swallow. “I – I would…”
Roger grasped Lexi by his hair, which had grown a bit since he was away, and shoved him down on his hands and knees. The bellhop shuffled forward against the arm if the couch and took his position in front of Lexi, quickly unbuttoning his black trousers and taking them down to his knees. Lexi knew this. This was familiar. This was expected. He moaned around the mans much smaller cock, the length decent but the girth leaving a little expectation unfulfilled.
Something cold dribbled down his ass cheek and and cock slid through it, and Lexi let a bubble if excitement squeak out. Real fucking lube! Roger slid into his ass as he sucked off his client – the bellhop with a fury. Kegan didn’t last, jerking in his mouth in just a minute but it was ok. He had his distraction – and enjoyed a good and proper ass reaming by Roger.
With the bellhop gone, they lounged in the bath, sucking down oysters, champagne and fruit. He needed this. Lexi felt the tension melt from his body. “I need that boy….” he whispered. “Not as a lover… but he folded those clothes so crisp. Hes so polite. I wonder if he would take 60 a year to be my admin.”
“Your admin, or your butler?” Roger asked, smirking.
“Maybe he could live in. Then he wouldn’t have to pay rent and he’d be available more.”
“So, a slave.”
“Hey, I said I’d pay him!” Lexi chuckled. “Probably better pay and benefits than this place. Plus, Im thinking of a few investment ventures and having someone to handle my time table and help me out with the load wouldn’t be bad.”
“You don’t even know him. You just know that he shoots like a virgin and folds suits well.” he shook his head. “What if he’s shit at schedules?”
“Bah…” Lexi grinned, sloshing the water as he sank further unto the bath. “Anyone can learn. Administration isn’t all that hard.”
“We gonna talk about it?” Roger asked suddenly, peering into his soul. Or thats what it felt like. “You had a few rough spots tonight. Am I a rebound fuck, or… You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Lexi shrugged. “Its not really a secret. Most of it. I -” he paused, and took a deep breath. “Im just going to say as much as you could google. And let me preface this by saying Ive got tested. Im clean. Shockingly.”
Roger frowned, but didn’t say anything.
“I was in prison a few weeks ago.’ he admitted. “It was a farce, the whole thing was thrown out.” he said quickly. “But while i was there… I didn’t have an easy time of it.”
“Well, its prison.” he said, his voice lacking any kind of judgement, instead was rich with concern.
“Yeah but…” he sighed, tilting his head. “Look at me. You know what I mean.”
“You were assaulted…?” he asked gently.
“I was whored out.” he grunted, picking up a grape and slowly peeling it for something to do. “I was singled out as soon as I got there. I learned my place well.” He glanced up at Roger, and smirked playfully. “You like my skills though, so we can’t complain.”
Roger blew out a heavy breath. “Thats a lot. There wasn’t any support? Don’t prisons have like… procedure in place for stuff like that?”
Lexi nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe. Not this place. The warden almost killed me and threatened the friends I made to keep me under his thumb even once I got out. So, I’m on borrowed time.”
What was he doing? Lexi growled to himself. Shut up, stop talking!
But then Roger said the one thing that changed everything. “You have money. Resources. Why not fight back? Play their game, and take them out at the fucking knees.”