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Reece
The men surrounding me are large like double quarter pounders with a gallon of iced tea large. They’re all pretty nasty looking, not yummy like you hope a man who towers over you and has biceps the size of your waist would be. No. These guys have nasty teeth, nasty breath, and nasty fingers that clamp down over one of my ass cheeks. The bald ones smirks.
“I’m gonna enjoy having you here, pretty one,” he says. He has a tear tattoo under his left eye and a mole right under that.
“Am I gonna be your little bitch, sir?” I ask as cloyingly cute as I can be. The man grins.
“That’s right, fag. I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass and your gonna take it like the good little whore you are.”
I slip my hand behind me and place mine over his.
“This ass, sir?”
He squeezes. His breath is coming more shallow now.
“Yeah.”
I flutter my eyelashes at him as I grab his finger and yank it back as hard as I can. He yelps and staggers back, looking at me more in shock than in pain. The look doesn’t last long as anger reddens his face.
“You fucking bitch!”
Before he can move on me, I leap and wrap my legs around his waist as I curl my arms around his neck and I sink my teeth into his cheek as hard as I can. This time he screams. His fist slams into my side but I don’t budge until my head falls back with a mouthful of flesh. I spit it out and go back in for another.
The man is still screaming and flailing about trying to dislodge me, flinging blood everywhere. I can vaguely hear shouting and feel hands on my waist trying to yank me off. There are more blows to my arms and shoulders even a few to my head but I ignore that and growl as I sink my teeth in deeper.
Finally, an electric shock zings through my body. Unfortunately for baldy, the sensation makes my limbs lock up and my jaw clench. When the current stops, I fall away with another mouthful and am quickly dragged away by a couple of guards. I spit out the man’s cheek and start laughing. Honestly, nothing about my situation is funny but it’s better for all of us if everyone here thinks I’m crazy.
The guards don’t say anything, or if they do I don’t hear it, as they drag me away. I laugh and laugh until I hear a metal gate open and I’m tossed away. I take a moment to realize I’m in a cell as the gate slams shut behind me before I calm. I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm and then wiping that on the back of my bright orange jumpsuit.
I look around taking in my new space when I finally realize someone else is in the room. He’s lounging on the bottom bunk, his dark hair tied up in a messy bun at the top of his head, watching me with similarly dark eyes. One arm is tucked under his neck and the other hand is paused held up with a rubber ball clenched it it.
“Well, fuck me,” I say out loud, because I recognize this man. This man’s face was all over the news and papers five years back when he’d been convicted of six murders. No one ever found any of the bodies. Rumors were he ate them. Hence why they call this man the Cannibal of Skid Row.
The Cannibal is my fucking cell mate.
Not too bad for my first day of prison.
Val
I grin as I look him up and down. He’s small, with girlish features and shapely hips even in his prison issued jumpsuit.
“If you insist,” I purr. To my surprise and delight he smiles, the blood around his mouth on his teeth as well.
“Before we proceed, you are only allowed to eat my ass and I mean that in the most sexual way possible. I’ve lived my whole life as an extremely salty person and I no doubt taste awful. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” I chuckle. “And you are?”
“Reece,” he answers. “Today’s my first day.”
“Looks like you already got in a fight,” I say.
He shrugs and plops himself down in the single chair I have.
“Just making sure everyone knows this bitch is gonna be a handful.”
“It’s not your blood, is it?”
“Nah, some big, bald guy grabbed me. I wanted to show him how well behaved I am.”
“So you’re a biter?” I say with a smirk.
“Guess you and me are gonna get along fine then, huh?”
I lay back and laugh, big belly shaking laughs. It feels good and little feels good in here.
“I like you, kid.” I finally say as I wipe tears from my eyes. “Stick by me and I’ll make sure no one touches you.”
“No one? Not even you?”
“Not even me. Unless you beg for it. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“You seem pretty confident.”
“Like you said. You and I are going to get along fine.”
He squints at me but nods.
“Okay, Mr. Cannibal Man, you’ve got yourself your own prison bitch.”
I smile at him and then roll out of bed. I pick up a rag from the sink and wet it. I hold it near his face.
“May I?”
He nods and gently start wiping away the blood drying on his face.
“Call me Val, little one.”
Reece
I’m surprised by the gentleness as Val cleans my face. This man killed and probably ate six people but here he is cleaning me up and calling me little one. It feels kinda nice.
For the twenty years I’ve been alive, I’ve had very little nice in it. I never knew my dad and my mom overdosed on heroin when I was three. Even then I had known that heroin was her real love and I just an after thought. I lived with her dead body for a whole month before someone found me.
After that I went into state care then foster care. I jumped homes for the next seven years and finally I found a family that I thought wanted me. It was the perfect family. Mom and dad with a brother and a sister and even a dog like a nice little cherry on top. It was perfect until my new so called dad started slipping into my room at night.
That blew up spectacularly in everyone’s face when I put a hanger through his eye.
Apparently, it was my fault her husband was a pedo and Mommy dearest sent me into a group home.
That’s where I stayed until I aged out and I had learned that the world doesn’t give a shit. So I decided I didn’t give a shit and I’d do anything to keep numero uno out of trouble. Lucky for me, I’m smart. Really smart.
I breezed trough school and graduated with honors. I didn’t have money for college but what I did have was a mind for computers. This world is just ones and zeros and once you know how to manipulate ones and zeroes anything is yours.
At least it is until you get caught.
I lived off of skimming money from trust funds but somehow I must have touch the wrong account. If only I could get my hands on a computer. I could find whoever busted me. Maybe arrange some payback.
But, for the time being, I’m stuck and I feel pretty certain that The Cannibal is my best option for survival and surviving is what I’m best at.
Val finishes cleaning my face and tosses the now red rag into the metal sink. I hold his gaze and slide off the chair to my knees. He stares down at me and I rest my hands on his thighs.
“Pretty please?” I say and flutter my eyelashes.
Val runs his fingers through my hair and I watch his pupils dilate and his nose flare. He wants me. That much is obvious.
“I don’t share my toys, little one,” Val says softly. “You do this and you’re mine. Do you understand? No one touches you. You touch no one. You belong to me.”
A piece of me eagerly agrees to that. The piece of me that’s never belonged anywhere or to anyone, but that’s not what he means. He doesn’t mean I’m special or promising he’ll keep me. He just doesn’t want to fuck someone that fucks anyone else. That’s fine. I don’t really want to fuck anyone in this hell hole anyway. I picked him to keep me safe which means he’s the only one I have to keep happy.
“I understand,” I answer. “Give it to me.”
He hesitates and I don’t think he believes me but his fingers move to the zipper of his jumpsuit. He pulls it down slowly as his other hand grips a handful of my hair. He has a white T-shirt under the orange but it’s tight and does little to hide his wide chest and clings to his pecs. He’s in pretty good shape for a guy that’s gotta be in his late forties.
At last, he pulls his arms out from the jumpsuit and lets it fall to the ground. He’s hard in his grey boxers, a wet spot already appearing in the front. He nods down at me.
“Well, go on. Show me how you’re mine.”
I smooth my hands up his thighs and cup his hard dick before pulling his band down and revealing his hard on.
“Fuck,” I groan as his uncircumcised cock pops free. He’s already so erect his tip peaks through his foreskin. I spit in my hand and then grab him, pulling it down more to better see his head.
Val groans softly as I start stroking. I lick my lips at the sight of the precum bubbling out of his slit. I look him in the eye as I lean forward and lick it up. His hips jerk and his fist tightens in my hair.
“Very good, boy,” Val whispers. “Keep going. Put it in your mouth. Show me how badly you want me to keep you safe.”
I lick around the head, down one side and up the other before I finally suck him into my mouth. He’s a good mouthful. A perfect size, I think. I let him sink to the back of my throat as I tongue the vein I can feel throbbing on his underside.
“Oh fuck yes,” he moans above me. “This mouth is mine now, little one. I’m gonna fuck it whenever I want. I’m gonna use it for my pleasure and your gonna love every second of it.”
I moan around his cock and start moving up and down as I suck hard. I can feel his thighs quivering under my fingers. I pull back, popping off his dick and lightly smacking it against my cheek.
“Fuck my throat,” I tell him. “Use me.”
He surprises me again by smiling softly at me and brushing his thumb around my lips, caressing my cheek.
“What a good boy you are?” he coos and a part of me melts. I didn’t know I wanted to be called good but suddenly I desperately wanted to be good. I open my mouth wide and beg him with my eyes.
“Hold on tight, little one. I’m not going to stop until I cum down your throat.”
I grab handfuls of the fabric still wrapped around his strong thighs and hold on as he said and he thrusts his cock into my mouth. He holds my face tight as he starts thrusting, pulling me forward and his cock enters my throat. I feel tears prickle in my eyes but I repress the need to choke and swallow instead.
“Perfect,” Val moans. “So perfect for me.”
I close my eyes and float away on the praise as I let this stranger fuck my throat.
Val
When I woke up this morning, the last thing I expected was to end up with the prettiest little cell mate with the softest mouth I think my cock had ever felt. His eyes had closed and he looks blissful as I fuck my cock down his throat. He sucks and swallows perfectly and I know I’m not going to last long. I haven’t had a blowjob in over five years.
I killed the last six men I had dated and sinking my cock into this boy’s tight throat was bring back the emotions I had felt back then. I’ve always like pretty things ever since I was little. And even then I was greedy with them. I obsessed hard over things and when that happened I didn’t like anyone looking at them, let alone touching them.
The first man I had killed had been my lab partner. He had been an Adonis, with a body sculpted to perfection. I wanted to touch every inch of him and once I had I needed to own every inch. But people don’t like being owned, they don’t like being told what they can and cannot do, they especially don’t like being tied up and kept locked in the basement.
I had to do it. He wouldn’t let me keep him otherwise.
The second man I had only once. I bought him off the street and when I found him wet with another man’s sperm I snapped his neck before I even orgasmed.
The third man I had actually loved, at least as much as I was able to. He had been my entire world and I had done everything in my power to give him the world back. Part of him had liked the darkness in me. He’d let me tie him up, had even let me hurt him. But when I’d found him in bed with another man, another man that he had let inside his body, let touch him and kiss him, something inside me had broken. I’d made him watch me kill his lover before I took him apart piece by piece.
After that, I tried to find someone young, beautiful, and stupid. Someone I could mold and train into the perfect, pretty pet. One that would obey and depend on me for everything. By that time I was a fully fledged professor of medicine and he’d been my student. So beautiful and naive. My plan almost worked, what I hadn’t expected was to get bored. Having something as malleable as he, turned out to be too little of a challenge. By the end I couldn’t even get hard with him but even then, he was mine and I couldn’t let anyone else have him.
My last victim, I had chosen carefully. I had known he would be the last as I had planned on being caught. I knew I was a monster and I knew I couldn’t be trusted to not destroy everything I loved. So I had picked one I had known would fight back. One that I knew I would have to break. I kept him for six months, whittling him down, while slowly I lead the police to us. He died with freedom just barely out of reach. I left many clues leading the detectives back to my other victims, so they would know it had been me.
Now here I was again, in this dangerous position, because as this lovely new boy gagged around my cock with pretty tears running down his face, I felt it. The need to own and posses. The need to claim and keep. This boy was mine now. He thought he’d agreed but he didn’t understand. There would be no escape for him. Not from me.
“Open your eyes, little one,” I croon and he obeys beautifully. He stares up at me with tears clinging to his eyelashes and I wrap my hands around his throat.
“I’m going to cum, pretty boy, and I want to feel you swallow it. Can you do that for me, little one?”
He blinks beautifully and nods. I add the slightest pressure to his throat and shudder as my pleasure peaks. Reece swallows eagerly and I relish the feeling of it beneath my hands.
“Good boy,” I sing. “Such a good little boy. Swallow my seed. Plant it in your belly. That’s my good boy.”
He shudders under me as I finally finish and slowly let myself fall from his mouth. I replace it with two fingers and push them back into his throat and make him gag, rubbing his thick saliva against the back of his tongue.
“Did you come, little one?” I ask him. He shakes his head. “Touch yourself,” I order and I watch him grab himself through his jumpsuit. “Good. That’s it. Make yourself feel good, pretty boy. Master wants to watch you cum.”
He whines and his eyes fall shut again.
“No.” I bark. “Eyes open. Eyes on me. Your pleasure is mine, boy.”
His eyes snap open, wide and desperate.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I praise and I can see it in his body that he likes it. “A perfect, pretty little boy that only wants to please his master. You know that’s what I am now, don’t you?”
I stroke his throat, so soft and pretty.
“Don’t you?”
He nods. I pull my fingers free and pet around his perfect red lips.
“Say it. I want...I need to hear you say it.”
“Master,” he whispers and it sound almost reverent. My cock twitches at the word. I beam down at him.
“That’s right, little one. You are mine and I am your master. I own you. You hair.” I stroke over his soft hair. “Your skin.” I pet his face. “Your body.” I squat as my touch travels down to his chest and I pinch a nipple under the cloth. “Your pleasure.” My hand clamps around his over his groin and squeeze. He cries out and I know he’s cumming. I groan with him.
“Yes. Like that, little one. Your pleasure is beautiful.”
I kiss his lips as he pants and he whimpers into my mouth.
“I will never let you go,” I whisper, swearing it against his damp skin. “Never.”