WARDEN II

The silence after that night in my cell was worse than any beating. It was a pain I've never felt before, I felt five thousand miles away from happiness.

Torres didn't return. Not the next night, not the night after. Not even for a week. I waited every light out, heart pounding when I heard footsteps echo down the block but it wasn't him.

I convinced myself it was just a one time thing and I could always go back to being the troublesome new guy - that was my specialty anyways. And I always got the attention I deserved.

But my body couldn't let go of his memories, his cock stretching me, the way he growled while flooding me, the bruises fading too slowly. Every time I jerked off, it was his name on my lips, I muffled it into the pillows.

I went back to my old ways, a little rebellion here and there - talking back at the food stand, refusing to line up properly in the yard, lazily doing daily chores. Guards wrote me up but guess who never showed? Torres.

The other inmates noticed too.

“Striker's done with the new meat,” one laughed. “Must have bored him quick.”

“Or he probably wasn't medium rare.” They all laughed.

I flipped him off, but it stung inside.

I acted like I didn't care but deep down I did more than care so I went harder. The attention on me grew, the stares from my fellow inmates lingered and my name remained a topic on their lips.

In the showers one morning after daily labour, I caught eyes with Marco, a quiet tattooed lifer in for armed robbery. He was built like a wall, always watching me with lazy interest. I stepped under the shower next to him, the water running down my chest.

Marco smirked, “Striker ghosting you, pretty boy?”

“Maybe I need someone who actually shows up.” I said, soaping up slowly.

“Careful what you ask for.”

I turned my back to him, bending slightly to wash my legs. His hands grazed my ass which was on full display,I didn't flinch.

“Like that?” he murmured.

“Maybe.” Pressing back just close enough to his dick.

I bit my lips as his fingers teased the crack of my ass.

We didn't go further, the guards were on night watch. That night my heart pounded, an urge to get a release but he didn't come.

Morning came by as fast as it could and I couldn't be more grateful for that but the urge was still there. My cock hard as rock, I needed a space to wack off but it had imto wait cause I was on yard duty that morning.

Marco cornered me behind the bleachers. No guards in sight, he grabbed my already hard cock and began to thrust it.

“You ready young lad?”he asked, hand on my dick.

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

He kissed me rough, possessive and hungry. His tongue invaded, hands groping my ass through the jumpsuit. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him.

It felt good but it wasn't Torres.

He pulled back. “Not here.”

And we rushed off to the corners. Marco pulled down his jumpsuits.

He shoved me against the wall, his hand were squeezing my throat. He kissed me hard everywhere and I couldn't help but moan.

“Turn around.”

I did

He soat on his fingers, he shoved two roughly inside my ass hole. I gasped

“Relax. Warden wants you broken.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. “What?”

He laughed. “He is watching. He said I should fuck you hard so scream for him.”

He pushed his finger deeper into my hole, deep and thrusting. He went on and on with absolutely no mercy.

“Such a tight ass” he smiled, “I can see why Warden went for you.”

He lined up, pushed his cock deep in one thrust. I could feel his cock in my ass, no lubes. One hand in my hair yanking me back and the other slapping my ass hard and red.

“Scream louder.” Marco said. “Let him hear how much you like it.”

I did till I couldn't hear my own voice, tears in my eyes, my cock leaking despite the pain. But it wasn't pleasure it was punishment.

Marco came inside me, he pulled out and zipped up.

“See you around, inmate.”

He left me there like I was nothing. My as leaking from the merciless thrust, body shaking and tears rolling down my cheeks.

Torres had watched but he still didn't come.

Torres POV

I watched the feed from the control room.

Ryan had let another inmate too close, he couldn't control himself and he needed to be punished for it.

I watched Marco slam his cock into Ryan. Ryan cries echoing through the speaker, begging for mercy. His tears just enough to make me feel hard but I didn't move.

He asked for this I just gave it to him.

I let it play out and when Marco was done, I watched Ryan curl on the floor.

I turned off the screen.

He would learn.

****

Ryan's pov

The next morning, the guards grabbed me from breakfast.

“Hard labor, warden's orders.”

No explanation given.

They marched me to the yard, right there laid piles of dirt and dead leaves, gravel, wheelbarrow and shovels.

“Move every one of them to the east fence by hand.” He turned to leave, “no break.”

I worked for hours under the like I was being paid. I shoveled the dirts and gravel all the way to the east fence. My muscles screamed in pains, sweats pouring down like rainfall, blisters formed on my palms, my back ached endlessly and my ass still burned from Marco’s encounter.

Torres watched from the tower with crossed arms and sunglasses hiding his eyes. He didn't speak nor come down, he just watched.

This went on for three consecutive days.

It became a routine but still no visits from Torres

Slowly I broke down, I stopped eating much not like the food were even that good. I lost weight drastically, the guards noticed and wrote it up but still nothing.

I started begging guards quietly, “tell Warden I'm sorry.”

They either laughed or ignored my plea but I didn't stop and one evening after endless hours of hard labor I collapsed in my cell bruised and defeated.

The door opened.

He stepped in and closed it.

“Warden…” I crawled to him and knelt at his feet. “Please I'm sorry. I was wrong I want you and you alone.”

I pressed my feet to his boot. “Uou can punish me, hurt me as long as you want, fuck me countless times. Anything you wish but please don't ignore me anymore.”

“You let him touch you.”

“I thought you didn't -”

“I own you.” His thumb wiped a tear from my face. “You forgot.”

I sobbed. “Please,I remember now.”

He unzipped his pants.

“Suck.”

I did eagerly and desperate like a child who was kept away from his mother's breast milk. I took him deep till I could feel it hit my throat, I gagged it as tears mixed with my spit. He fucked my throat like he owned it, then he pulled out and shoved me onto the bunk.

I spread my legs even before he gave his orders. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, he stretched the soreness from labor and Marco especially Marco.

I whispered.

He fucked me deep and I took in every inch.

“You're mine,”his hands around my throat. “No one else.”

“Yes-ah-yours-only yours-ahhh”

He stroked me in time with his thrusts.”

“Come for me, slave.”

I came hard and fast, crying his name, spilling over his fist. He followed deep inside me, marking me all over again.

He stayed inside, holding me close. “No more games.”

“No more.”I whispered.

He kissed my temple softly before leaving.

But the next night, he came back.

And the night after

The labour continued it wasn't as hard as it used to be but I didn't care. My punishment wasn't over and the ignoring was over and I belonged to him again.