Supervising Straight Boy

Sage's mother had told him that his face would get him into trouble one day.

It seems that today is the day when trouble will come to your door.

With his eyes down, Sage followed the prison guards to the cell. He was wearing a new prison uniform, and he felt uneasy and weird feeling all over his body.As if I were a criminal.

Sage almost laughed out loud.He is indeed a criminal now, because he hit someone while drunk driving, and he will spend a year in prison.It was just an accident, but no one cared.But he cared, and Laura—his girlfriend—cared, and his mother cried when the trial was announced.

Thinking of her mother's heartbroken expression, Sage swallowed.At that time, she looked much thinner and older all of a sudden, thanks to him.She was always worried about him.

He hurriedly withdrew his thoughts, ignoring the sound of other prisoners knocking on the railing and malicious gazes as he walked.Their wanton obscenities made his stomach constrict and he almost spat out on the spot.

I wish I hadn't made it so obvious.He wasn't exactly skinny--he was medium-tall, and a bit muscular--but he was nowhere near those guys.They are as strong as bears.To be honest, he was really scared, blaming himself for drunk driving again.After he went out, he would never get drunk again—if he could really go out.He would also have to share a cell with someone else, who would most likely be stronger, rougher, and crueler than he was—a real criminal.

The prison guard threw him into the cell, and with the harsh and indifferent click of the door lock, the prison guard closed the door and locked it.

Sage licked his lips and looked at his cellmate.

The man was lying on the lower bunk with his eyes closed, which gave Sage a chance to observe him.He was tall and strong, with curly dark hair, a pair of straight eyebrows above an aquiline nose, and a healthy wheat complexion.He looks Latino, but not quite.He was about 30, maybe 35 at the most.

"Have you seen enough?" the man said, eyes still closed.

Sage flinched. "Uh, uh. Excuse me."

"The top bunk is mine."

After hearing this, Sage wanted to ask him why he slept on the lower bunk, but he still gritted his teeth and held back.Owing is not a good idea.

"My name is Sage."

The man opened his eyes, revealing deep and burning eyes.His eyes traveled across Sage's body, and finally lingered on his lips. "Nice to meet you, Sage. How's your blowjob?"

Sage's face turned hot and he backed away. "I'm straight."

The man raised his eyebrows, seemingly amused. "Everyone here is straight, blue-eyed."

"I have a girlfriend!"

His cellmate didn't respond. "Most of the prisoners have wives and horses outside." He said, and he got up from the lower bunk.predator.He's like a predator.

Sage backed away again, heart pounding in his throat.

But the other party didn't molested him, just reached out to shake his hand. "My name is Xavier."

Startled, Sage cautiously shook his hand.

"You must be exhausted today," Xavier said. "Go to sleep. Who is still wandering here in the middle of the night."

"Well, all right," he said, deeply relieved.What the other party said about oral sex must be joking.He must be joking.

"I won't fuck you tonight," Xavier said. "Good night."

Sage blinked. "What—? Of course you can't fuck me, bro!"

Xavier smiled.His smile was actually very friendly, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth.He moved closer to him, eliminating the distance between them.Sage swallowed his saliva, and obviously felt that the opponent was taller than him, and his arms were wider than his own.

"Let's get straight to the point," Xavier said softly, looking him in the eye. "I'll fuck you. It's a matter of time, you'd better be prepared. In case you're meeting me, I won't hurt you, I won't force you, and I'll protect you from others Fuck you - you just have to suck my cock. Trust me, no one else will treat you that well."

"You said you won't force me, then you can't fuck me," Sage answered him, trying to keep his voice steady. "Sorry, I'm really straight. I have a girlfriend I love."

For some reason, his words made Xavier chuckle. "Fortunately prison is a boring place to die for, and I like difficult things."

Before Sage could speak, Xavier climbed onto the upper bunk and fell asleep after a while.

He was left standing there blankly, his eyes vacant for a while.

He barely slept that night.

But the next day came anyway.

However, it wasn't as bad as he thought, and it wasn't that scary.

The day passed fairly peacefully.True, he'd gotten more glances and licks since his incarceration than he'd ever experienced in his life, but it was bearable.No one violated him.No one... did anything to him.

After his day's labor was over, it was time for a bath--for which he had been worrying all day.

Once in the bathhouse, Sage didn't know which side to face out.He didn't want other prisoners to stare at his lower body, and he didn't want to expose his back to others, so he always turned around awkwardly in the shower.Some people in the bathhouse are touching other people's private parts, and some people are doing more excessive things, but the prison guards don't care at all, as long as both parties are voluntary, they will not intervene.Even if they are not voluntary, the prison guards don't bother to care about them.In the opposite corner there was a strong man forcing his penis into another man's mouth.Sai Qi forced himself not to look over there, his heart beat so fast that he was about to faint.

He saw a lot of men give him playful looks, but no one took action.Sage suspected that it was thanks to Xavier, who was right next to him, silent, with a stinking face.

Feeling that he should not be attacked, Sage finally relaxed.

But he was wrong.

Halfway through the shower, he suddenly felt a hand on his ass.

Sage froze in place and glanced at Xavier. "Take care of your hands," he rebuked in a low voice.He doesn't want to make trouble.Although Sai Qi didn't know much about seniority ranking in the prison, he still knew a little bit.He knew that if he resisted Xavier and let him be looked down upon, the other party would have to show his status.

Xavier watched him calmly, his dark eyes bottomless. "I have to show everyone that you belong to me," he whispered. "Otherwise, other people will have wrong ideas. You don't want them to do something to you, do you?"

Sage stared at him, finding himself utterly disgusted, yet forced to admit that he was right.If he had to choose between being treated as a cellmate's pet and being raped by others, he knew what he would do.

So he walks away without turning around, letting Xavier's domineering hand rest on his hip.His face should be flushed—this behavior was a huge blow to his manliness.He began to wonder if women felt the same way when they were treated as playthings by men.

When bath time was finally over, he immediately shook off Xavier's hand, got dressed, and hurried back to the cell.

Xavier didn't come back right away.

When he finally came back, Sage tensed up unconsciously, clutching the book he was reading but couldn't read.

"Relax, pout," Xavier said contemptuously.

"Don't call me that."

"I can call you whatever I like."

Sage was helpless and angry, but still didn't talk back.Honestly Xavier made him uneasy.He was different from the other prisoners: quiet and serious, strange.He never spoke loudly, and he was not as aggressive as the other prisoners, but according to the circumstances of the day, Sage felt that Xavier was respected, and even feared by the other prisoners.

"Why were you locked in?" Sage couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked anyway.

"Killed eight people at the mall," Xavier replied, staring at him.

Sage blinked. "You're kidding, right?"

Xavier shrugged noncommittally.Sage really hoped he was joking.

"How old are you?" Xavier asked suddenly, looking at him.

"23."

Xavier took a good look at him for a while, then went back to his bunk.What a weirdo.

***

Time is still passing, and life in prison is completely different from what Sage imagined.First of all, it was much more boring than he expected.He can't do anything he wants, all his actions are strictly controlled and managed, and he is almost driven crazy.Sometimes he really wanted to do something to escape this monotonous life.Now he finally understands why prisons are the cradle of violence: You have to entertain yourself so you don't die of boredom.He was horrified, horrified to find himself beginning to understand these criminals.

While most of the other prisoners didn't provoke him, Sage wasn't fooled by appearances.He still notices the way those men look at him. He is blond and blue-eyed, and he is too "beautiful" to be peeped at.As much as he hated being dependent on Xavier, it was really the only way to keep himself safe from others.By the end of the second week, Sage was so used to Xavier's domineering touch in the bathhouse that he just let it go.

However, he can tolerate other people secretly acquiescing that he is Xavier's bitch, but when someone says so to his face, the situation is different.

"I'm not his bitch," he retorts when his better-connected cellmate Aman jokes with him. "He didn't do it to me."

Aman glanced at him in surprise, but said nothing.

Sage didn't think much of it until one day, when he returned to his cell, he saw Xavier waiting for him, furious, his thick black eyebrows tangled into a line, his lips pursed in rage.

Before he could react, Xavier had already held him down.He pushed Sage against the wall, elbowing his throat. "You're courting death, aren't you? Make me look like a liar. That's how you repay my kindness?"

Sage licked his lips. "I'm sorry. I thought Aman wouldn't gossip around."

Xavier sneered. "You naive brat. Don't trust anyone."

"Then should I trust you?"

Xavier smiled. "You don't even believe me." His smile quickly disappeared, and his stinky face returned. "If someone says you're my bitch, admit it. Got it?"

"Fuck you." Sage tried to push him away, but the movement just made him and Xavier rub against each other.

"I'll fuck you," Xavier said softly, biting his ear.

Sage blushed. "roll."

"You'll be begging me in a little while," Xavier said, pressing him harder.His body, his strength, his smell... all overwhelmed Sage, strange and disturbing.

"Think beautifully."

Sage finally breathed a sigh of relief when Xavier let him go.

"Okay. If you don't want me to protect you, then you can do whatever you want. I will let people know that even if you are fucked by others, I will not talk to you."

Sage swallowed, remembering the unfriendly eyes of other prisoners in the bathhouse.Being gang raped by a group of people is no joke.No matter how hateful Xavier is, at least he is unlikely to force himself.It's not because he's kind, Xavier is a jerk, but he's a jerk who likes to play mind games and wait for Sage to come to him.Since he has said that he will not force it, it is safe for him to hang out with Xavier.This should be. "Wait, don't do this."

Sage didn't expect that Xavier didn't mock him coldly.

Xavier just nodded and said, "Go to sleep."

"It's not your turn to order me," Sage cursed in a low voice, frowning.

But he obediently went to sleep.

***

As a result, the next time he took a shower, Xavier slid his soaped fingers up the slit of his ass.

Sage froze. "You said you wouldn't force me," he reminded him in disgust.

"I'm not forcing you, nor will I," Xavier said, slowly pushing his fingers into him. "I only touched you so other people could see that I was touching you. Otherwise, they would think I was being led by the nose all the time, you little brat."

Sage was mortified—he couldn't even think about it—but he forced himself to relax.Xavier was right, the bastard.

The fingers went in some more.It's not very painful, but it feels weird.very strange.

His fingers exited and entered again.Sage blushed as he let a man finger his ass, he couldn't believe he let a man finger his ass.

When the finger touched a certain part of his body, Sage's eyes widened, and the pleasure ran through his body like electricity, making him open his mouth in shock.

"Here's your prostate," Sage said into his ear from behind, running his fingers over the place again.

"Stop, stop," Sage murmured, disgusted at the way his tone drifted.Against his will, his cock began to erect.

"That's all I can do," Xavier said. "You can jerk off as much as you want."

"Fuck you," Sage retorted weakly, but Xavier's fingers were still moving in and out slowly.He was curious how many people were watching them, and he wasn't paying attention.

"You kinda like it," Xavier whispered to him.

"I don't."

"You just like it," Xavier said, massaging that sensitive spot.

Sage couldn't help sobbing. "I'm straight."

"Of course you are straight." Xavier began to accelerate the speed of his fingers. "You just like me fingering you."

Sage bit his lip to keep from moaning. "No."

"Still said no? OK." Xavier licked his ear and pulled out his finger. "You'll be begging me soon."

Sage closed his eyes.He felt very strange.Very empty.

"I hate you," he said, turning to stare at Xavier.He tried not to look at Xavier's erect cock.

"Hate as much as you hate, beauty."

***

The next day, his girlfriend came to visit him.

Sai Qi looked at her outside the glass window, wanting to say something.Laura still looked pretty, with her soft, heart-shaped face full of femininity, but also out of place in this place.

"How... are you doing?" she said into the phone.

Sage forced a smile. "What do you think?"

"You...looks pretty good," Laura managed to hold back a sentence.

He almost didn't laugh out loud.What does she know.Little did she know that he didn't want to "look good" on himself.If he was ugly, no one would notice him.If he was ugly, Xavier would—

Sage stopped quickly.No, he couldn't think about it.Now he is with his girlfriend.

"Thanks," he replied awkwardly. "How about the school?"

"Fine," Laura answered him.

An awkward silence followed.

Sage watched her, observing.He misses her—the good life he had before he went to prison.He loves her, but he feels that he is far away from her.She belonged to another world, and in that world, he was just an ordinary person, and he would never let a man finger him in public.

His face turned red, so he turned his eyes away and looked down at the ground. "You don't have to come and see me, you know," he said, looking away. "You don't have to wait for me, a year is too long."

Silence again.

"You—do you want me to wait for you?"

Sage wiped his face and sighed. "I have no right to ask you to do that. I screwed up and I'm paying for my stupidity." He forced a smile at her. "If you don't want to, you really don't have to wait for me."

Tears welled up in her blue eyes.Slowly, she nodded.

"It's time." The prison guard said, walking towards him.

Saiqi hung up the phone and was taken away by prison guards with a heavy heart.

He said to himself: This is good for each other.Laura would not have wanted to be with him if she had known that.

This is the best.

***

Their business has become a routine.Every time he takes a shower, Xavier fucks him with his fingers.A month later, Sage was comfortable with Xavier's fingers.And...he began to feel that one finger was not enough, he wanted more.He really wanted to cum, but he didn't want to masturbate with Xavier's fingers in his ass.Xavier cannot be allowed to succeed.

Sage hated him.Hate him, hated him for getting excited before he got to the bathroom, hated how hard he was when his fingers came in, hated the self who was slowly swaying his ass on Xavier's fingers.

He hates himself for being greedy.

Sai Qi hadn't done it for a long time, and he was so overwhelmed that he wanted to hit someone.Especially want to play Xavier.

Two weeks later, he finally gave in.

It's bath time again.Sage's head was against the wall while Xavier finger fucked him from behind.Because the opponent's movements were too slow, Sai Qi couldn't help it.He stepped back, moaning as Xavier's fingers massaged his prostate.People were watching, but Sage didn't have time to pay them any attention.He was so addicted to it that he didn't even care about it.

Xavier added another finger and started thrusting him, which made him whimper.It feels so good, so comfortable.Sage closed his eyes, took hold of the cock beneath him, and began to soothe himself.He forced himself to think about his girlfriend, but Xavier's hands on his stomach and fingers inside his body kept him distracted.He let a man finger him and enjoyed it.But now, he didn't care how wrong, obscene, or gay it was.

Xavier's fingers got faster and faster, and Sage began to moan.He wanted to shoot, he was so horny.He jerked at his cock, moaning as Xavier tortured the point.He's not gay, really isn't, but man, it feels so good.

Xavier inserted a third finger, and the heat made Sage cry out and cum.He was trembling all over, and his knees could barely support his body.

When Sage opened his eyes, he finally remembered what happened just now, and he was doused in cold water: he let Xavier shoot himself with his fingers.A man makes himself orgasm, and everyone sees it.

Sage fled from under Xavier dazed, soaping himself and ignoring the whistles.

Don't want to watch Xavier either.

***

They didn't mention it.

Sage ignored Xavier, and Xavier let him have his temper.

When they entered the bathroom again, Sage was nervous, thinking Xavier was going to finger him again, but he didn't.

This caught Sage by surprise.

He should be happy, he told himself—and he was.Being accused of rape in full view is just too scary.

He should be happy.

***

A few more weeks passed, during which time Xavier only harassed him occasionally.Sometimes, he'd knead Sage's ass, or massage his hole, but never put his fingers in it again.The scariest thing was that even without Xavier's hand touching his ass, Sage was already erect.

He couldn't figure it out, and he was angry—angry with himself.And Xavier often walks around topless, which is really annoying.That guy will show off.

"Are you without clothes?" One night, Sage finally couldn't help but exploded.

Xavier just stared at him, a kind of gleam in his eyes. "You obviously didn't mind before."

Sage frowned.

The way Xavier looked at him was too uncomfortable.

"What?" Sage asked.

"Sage, do you want something?"

sage.It was weird to hear him call himself by his real name.Xavier usually calls him by funny nicknames, just to amuse him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sage turned and lay on his stomach, deciding to ignore him.

But Xavier didn't let him go.

Xavier tensed up as he sat down on his bunk.

The opponent's big hand touched his ass.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Xavier asked him in a low voice.

Sage licked his lips. "No."

A finger went into his trousers and started stroking the seam of his buttocks. "are you sure?"

"I'm straight."

"Do you want me to touch you?" Xavier repeated, as if he hadn't answered just now.

Sage bit his lip and said nothing.

Xavier probably thought he was giving his permission, and began to take off his pants.

No, Sage said to himself.Can't.He didn't want to lie on his cell bunk with his ass pouted and let his cellmates finger him.

But it just happened.

Sage involuntarily clamped his body as Xavier's fingers twirled around the trembling hole.Sage startled when something wet stuck to his asshole. It was a tongue and Xavier was licking his asshole.

Sage blushed and murmured, "What are you doing—dirty—" Also very gay.

Sage tried to push Xavier's head off his ass, but Xavier held down his hips hard, parted his buttocks, and forced his tongue into him.

"You're crazy- um..." Sage's defiant cries turned into a long moan as Xavier fucked him with his tongue, licking deeper and deeper, thrusting forward again and again until Sage started I don't think it's deep enough.Sage sighed and pouted his ass back at the licking tongue, wanting more, more, the desire to make his hole contract hungrily, wrapping around the man's tongue.Panting, he raised his hips to allow the other person to enter.It's sleazy, it's raunchy, it's so wrong...but he just loves it.In his bewilderment, he was still thinking about what Laura would say if she saw him like this, begging for love with a man's tongue like a - slut.He blushed even more when he thought about it, but he couldn't help moving, and he couldn't stop his horny moaning.

"Please." He wanted to come.He wanted to find something to go deeper.Tongue licking is too comfortable, but not enough. "I want more."

Suddenly, the tongue left.

Panting, Sage rubbed his pre-jumping cock against the sheets, his arse quivering with emptiness.Finally, he waited for two lubricated fingers to penetrate his body, and his back hole immediately swallowed them.

"You're a fucking born slut," Xavier gasped at him, fingers running in and out of him.The finger just brushed his sensitive spot lightly, and Sage couldn't stop moaning, it was too light, he wanted him to push harder.

"Hard," he said, swallowing Xavier's fingers back.

Xavier laughed. "I'll plug in later."

Sage's eyes widened. "But I'm straight."

Xavier pulled out his finger, Sage groaned, and the hole below him shrank involuntarily.

It's too empty.He had never felt such a void before.

He writhed, hungry and thirsty.

Xavier's fingers circled his hole again.Sage tried to meet him himself, but Xavier chuckled again and took his finger away.Then Xavier pressed up, and Sage felt something slippery and hard against his hole.

"This is my dick," Xavier said gruffly. "If you really want it, then ask me. If you don't ask me, I won't fuck you."

"I have a girlfriend," Sage whispered.

But does he have it?Does he have a girlfriend?

Xavier sucked on his neck, the hot breath spreading over the surface of his skin. "I don't care. It doesn't matter if you have a girlfriend, but now you just want me to fuck this thing."

The tip of the cock kept sliding against his hole, but never penetrated.Sage gritted his teeth not to moan, he wanted, he wanted a cock in his ass.He really wanted to, and trembled all over.He wants Xavier to fuck him.He wanted to spread his thighs and beg him like a slut.God, he really is a Xavier bitch.What magic had this prison cast upon him?

"I hate you," he grumbled.

"Got it," Xavier said, pressing a few kisses on his neck, which brought a tingling sensation. "Please."

Sage shook his head, but his body didn't obey, and he started to meet his erection backwards.He gasped as the tip stretched open, but it didn't hurt as much as he'd expected, so he kept pushing back, and Xavier's cock slowly entered him as he moaned.

"You should have begged me just now," Xavier said angrily, grinding his teeth.

Sage laughed. "Really?"

"You little rascal," Xavier scolded, starting to move.He thrust and thrust quickly, fucking him wantonly.

Sage closed his eyes.He couldn't believe how comfortable it was.He moaned with panting, and actively pushed his buttocks back onto his cellmate's penis, and the pre-cum from his lower body dripped onto the bed.

"That's right," Xavier said to him, licking his ear and kissing him. "You're mine. You're mine."

With a low moan, Sage lifted his waist up to meet Xavier's cock, swallowing deeper.

They swayed together, gasps and groans echoing through the cell, moving faster and faster.Sage knew they were in the public eye, that anyone could hear them making love, but the shame made him all the more sensitive.He doesn't care, he has no time to care about that.

One of Xavier's hands slid under his body, wrapping his cock up and down and pumping it up and down, it was so exciting, the violent orgasm hit Sage.With a long, hoarse moan, he came.He lost his strength, so he could only lie under Xavier and let him do whatever he wanted. The other party bumped into his body a few more times, and reached a climax with a low growl.

They lay motionless for a while, both panting heavily.Xavier was heavy, but Sage wasn't about to get him up.It felt so good, so wonderful.He felt that Xavier was still inside him, but he thought he'd panic afterward, but he didn't.At least for now he is relatively calm.

Finally, Xavier pulled out his penis, rolled over on his side, and pulled Sage into his arms, as if savoring the aftertaste of love with him, but they didn't, after all, the bunk was too narrow to be tender.But... But Sage had to admit that after months of being alone, it was nice to be so close to someone.

Maybe he just craves other people's touch.

Maybe this is the so-called Stockholm Syndrome.

possible.

Now, Sage didn't want to think too much about it.

He buried his face in Xavier's arms, sniffing his breath.

"Still straight?" Xavier asked in his ear, pulling him closer.

"Of course," said Sage, closing his eyes.

But he still didn't push him away.

He will push him away,

I'll talk about it later.