SKUL CRUSHER
"Hey, new boy, I want your fucking pudding. Give it to me, then later I will give you a fat sausage you can eat in return."
It was my first day between bars. A huge, scary-looking dude (I later learned his name was Hulk) walked towards me, threatening me that he wanted to have my dessert.
Fun fact, I don't even like this flavor of pudding, so I will not eat it anyway, but there was just no way in hell that I would give it to him instead. I didn't respond to his order, which pissed him off. He grabbed my neck and smacked me against the wall, making my tray with food spill all over my new suit.
Well, fuck. No dinner for me.
His gang circled around the both of us, so the guards wouldn't notice what was going on. Not that they pay much attention to these sorts of quarrels, anyway.
"Next time if I want something, you better give it to me, understand that, new boy?" he breathed into my face. "Or else..."
Or else?
I smirked at him. He could try me. Being the proud owner of a black belt in five different martial arts, it takes a lot to take me down.
"I will give you nothing. And I would appreciate it if you would take your hands off me."
The fact that I was a strong fighter didn't mean I took advantage of it. I'll never start a fight if I don't have to, however, the other guy will start one today for sure.
"What the fuck?! Who do you think you are? And who do you think I am?"
Well, let's say I hoped he was the strongest one in here. (Apart from me, of course.) There's nothing better than to leave a good impression on your first day, right?
"I don't give a shit about who you are. You didn't get my pudding today, and you'll not get it tomorrow. Now take your damn hands off me." I growled.
He laughed loudly and the next moment, he tried to punch me in the face. I obviously ducked down, and he missed me. The big guy hit the wall behind me instead, making him cry out in pain.
Truthfully, that had to hurt. His hand at least had to be broken after that blow.
"You stupid fuck!" he shouted at me.
The other inmates cheered and clapped, wanting a show, and in the meantime, the guards were also alarmed. Before they could reach us, the big guy tried to swing his fist against my face once more, but before he could, I grabbed his stupid head and smacked it against the wall. It was so roughly done that a huge piece of the wall broke off and the guy ended up in a coma for a few weeks. I didn't mean to do it that hard, but apparently, I did.
Oops.
He wasn't dead though, and I was happy about that. I didn't wanna kill anyone.
That was the moment that I became Skull Crusher. And that was the day that nobody dared to ever mess with me again. It was also the day my punishment was extended by two more years.
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The door opened. Iron Lady, one of my favorite guards, opened it for me.
"You can go again, Skull."
"It's been a week already?" I asked.
Seven days long, I sat in isolation. Normally the guards would let me get away with my shit, perks of being a rich motherfucker, but this time I crossed the line too greatly. Though, I actually don't think I had done anything wrong...
You see, Grandpa, my cellmate since the beginning, only had three days left in prison before he would get out after fifteen years. And what did that fuckface Hulk do to the poor old man? He purposely made him trip and Grandpa ended up having a huge black eye.
Really, who does that to an old man? And why couldn't he just let the man reunite with his family with a good-looking face?
In all the years that I was in this place, Hulk still was the same idiot. That smack against the wall a few years back obviously didn't help.
After seeing Grandpa fall to the floor and cry out in pain, I got so angry I busted Hulk's nose. That got me into isolation, and I couldn't even say goodbye to the old man.
"You got a new cellmate," Iron Lady said.
"Aha."
I was curious. I hoped he was a good substitute for my old friend.
"Try to be good to him. He is young and scared. The men were brutal during his first walk through the hallway when I brought him to the cell."
She shackled up my arms and ankles while explaining about the new inmate.
"How come?"
"Well, he looks better than your average inmate in here. Maybe even better than you do."
"Oh, that hurts. I'm offended... Really?"
"Hmm-hmm. Boy, I'm not lying." She stood up again, twirling the keys of the cuffs around her finger. "Let's get you to your normal cell."
Iron Lady left after she uncuffed me again and locked the door. The noise of the creaking metal door didn't even wake up my new cellmate. What kind of a baby was this guy? He was hugging my pillow tight, his nose pressed against it.
I smirked when I watched him sleep, thinking about how to "punish" him for sleeping on my bed.
He looked fucking cute, that I did know... I shall call him Twink, and right now Twink was panting against my lips.
He was different from how I thought he would be. He surprised me. He captivated me and intrigued me. All that in a few minutes.
"Oh...fuck...f-fuck..." He whined.
I couldn't hold back any longer and slammed my mouth against those alluring lips that made such fucking horny sounds.
My hand moved faster against his hard-on until I felt it twitch and he gasped against my mouth as his whole body shuddered when he came hard from my ministrations.
Truth was, from the moment he offered me this deal, I was already convinced. There was simply no way that I would allow other men to touch him. Ever since I saw him lying in my bed. But I wanted to let him know what the hell he was getting himself into. Because I'm not the kind of man that buys his portion of sex... Not with money and not with protecting services.
Yes, I will protect him, but I will also make sure that Twink will be the one lusting for my touch. I will drive him so crazy he will be begging me to do everything I want to do to him. There barely is any fun in it for me if someone only wants to sleep with me just because he doesn't want to get molested by all the other men. I want to feel his arousal. I want to feel his craving for me.
And what I just felt was a good start.
I can be impatient, but I can also be a very patient man if I really want something. Just now, I could hold back, but believe me that the heat was coiling inside of me as well. Especially when I had to listen to his heavy breathing and those erotic moans spilling from his lips. Or when his arms clasped against my back, and his fingers dug into my muscles, hanging onto me for dear life when I made him fall apart.
The longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss. That's what they say, and I believed this so right now, I will focus on the pleasure of cute, sexy Twink here.
My Twink, nobody else's.
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