Pic above is Stockbridge penitentiary.

Fair warning, super raunchy language and intense sexual situations, also some non consensual in the beginning.

This story was a fan favorite from my old page, I've decided to rewrite it because a few of my old fans requested it,  I scarcely remember the details of the original, but I'll try my best.

To my new readers, hello and welcome, allow me to introduce two characters, ones a savage murderous kingpin, the other a writer, who with one mistake ruined his life.

Readers new and old, Introducing and reintroducing Buck & Eric
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Part One
The Beginning
Of
The End

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  POV
   Eric

A mistake, a horrible fuckin mistake. I knew I shouldn't have been driving, I knew it, but my mind was gone, I was more than drunk, my vision was blurry, I was fall over drunk. Still I drove,  got in my stupid fucking car and drove.

I didn't get a mile before I was fading,  going in and out of wakefulness, a bright light from an oncoming car, a crash and my life ended

Only haha and lol I didn't  die,  I drunkenly killed a seventeen year old girl, my father a prominent judge in the city has many enemies, I learned  of one when I was sentenced by a one Mr Judge Hallbrooke, the jealous and hateful judge gave me the maximum sentence of seventeen years.

At first I was numb, sure I cried, but not the way I should have,  but the day I took the all white prison bus up mount Gloria, I suddenly found myself sick with scared nerves, and I had every reason to be scared.

I was on my way to Stockbridge Penitentiary. I grew up in Stockbridge city, a small city in the small town of Stockbridge Colorado, a place known for two things, our prison and our nut house,  the prison houses a thousand fiendish criminals, the place is so bad that kids grew up hearing threats of being taken there if they didn't behave.

The place sat in the wide empty valley, at the very peak of Mount Gloria, because of its inescapable nature, convicts from other states were sometimes housed there.

Criminals were constantly being killed, the place housed everything from murderers to rapists, it was a cesspool of kingpins and drug lords, so needless to say I was terrified. The ride up the tree laden mountain was quiet clearly I wasn't the only one afraid.

When we arrived we were taken from the bus and walked through the open gates that three armed guards took us through, it was a wet and cold day,  so heavy rain splashed down on us as we walked inside. The sound of the gate closing caused my stomach to drop,  it made my skin crawl.

Once inside everything started to move faster, we were all extensively searched, then we were sprayed down, from there we were given dark blue prison jumpers, they were more like scrubs, we were told to get dressed, and once we were, we were given slip on shoes and dark blue socks.

While I was getting dressed the guards kept making comments, they were saying shit like, "Someone is gonna love you." and "Ten dollars  says pretty boys the first to start crying." I listened and said nothing, because I knew they were right, I was gonna be somebody's bitch, and I could already feel the tears building so I knew it was only a matter of time before the tears fell.

When we were all dressed and processed, we were separated, each of the other men were given a sheet, a blanket and a pillow, as well as hygiene products, I was not. "Don't worry about that stuff, you've been  assigned the best cell in the whole prison,  Judge Hallbrooke made sure of that. He wanted you to have the worst inmate in the prison, I would say good luck, but it's pointless." The guard in charge of me said.

He led me out of processing and through another metal door, this one led out into a common prison cell block. Heads turned and a sea of faces stared at me, this was the the beginning of the end, I could only pray I made it seventeen years, but as the guard shoved my shaking frame forward, I knew my chances were slim.

"Fresh meat!" A gravelly voice yelled, "He's a hot piece of ass!" Another voice yelled, I kept my head down, jumping slightly when I felt someone slap my ass. "That ain't nothing, wait till you meet your roommate." The guard said leading me up several flights of stairs to the top tier of the cell block.

At the top tier  there were only two cells, one on the east and west side, once up the stairs the guard led me to the west cell door.

My heart started beating a hundred miles a minute, my eyes were watering and there was a thick lump in my throat, my breathing picked up then stopped when the guard yelled for another guard stationed in a little room above the top tier, "Open thirty four!" He yelled.

There came a loud buzzing sound and I damn near jumped out of my skin, "Welcome to your new home, fair warning, Stuart's hates sharing his cell,  last guy we put in here got carried out, poor bastard lost both eyes." The guard said, before opening the door and pushing me forward into the cell.

I stood there,  listening as the metal clanged shut, and the bigger metal door  closed after it. The cell was far bigger than I imagined, it looked more like several cells joined together.

I could see that it opened up as you walked forward, but I didn't move. I stood frozen, my back against the metal bars, "Who the hell opened my door!" A dark voiced yelled. There were foot steps fast approaching, and I felt like one of the characters in the thrillers I've tried writing. This was the beginning of the  end.

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Part Two
Meeting Buck

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My heart wasn't beating, it couldn't have been, I was frozen in fear, shaking in my fuckin slip on shoes. Now what I expected was for some body builder type prick to come pounding around the corner of the oddly huge cell, what I didn't expect was for a six foot something sex god to waltz around the bin.

I wasn't even gay, but no one could deny how hot he was, warm brown hair, that had that permanent wet look, piercing gray eyes, a hard body that was nicely created. His chest was thick and slightly hairy, hair that went down from his chest and created a epic path to what could only be a nice cock.

He had a lot of tattoos, but the one that really stood out, was the one across his chest. It told me he was born in 1993, meaning he was a year older than me, I wondered how a twenty five year old with impeccable looks could end up in a place like Stockbridge penitentiary.

My answer came when he finally stopped walking, I could see the answer in his eyes, he was clearly a psycho, a beautiful one, but a psycho no less. His piercing gray eyes were wide, wild and deranged. He had a smile full of crazy, his head was cocked to the side, and he stared at me.

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!" He yelled. My head went down on its own, and my tongue tied itself, words refusing to come out. I heard him walk towards me, then his feet came into view. He yanked my head up, gripping my chin painfully.

"Answer me!" He yelled, I jumped and he chuckled, the sound was deep and dark. "Th-the guard p-put me in this cell." I stuttered, "Oh t-the g-g-guard p-put you in here?" He asked mocking me, his face showing how much fun he was having playing with me.

"Well then, we've got a problem, you see, this cell is my apartment, it's filled with every outside commodity one could want, and I don't  share." He said, then my back was being slammed against the metal door of the cell, his big hand wrapped tightly around my throat, his long index finger pressed against the soft spot of my neck.

"Pl-please." I squeaked out, "Please what, please let you go, let you leave. The warden assigned you this cell, so there's only one way to get rid of you." He snarled, squeezing harder. I think my hatred for myself is what kept me from fighting back, but I knew I had to at least try, otherwise I was going to die.

So I mustered all my strength and swung, a sick sound, of knuckle meeting teeth filled my ears. The sexy lunatic let me go, his head reeling back around, blood leaking from his full pale lips. I readied myself for a fight,  praying those childhood boxing lessons would pay off.

"That... Was so fucking hot." He growled, and rushed me, I clocked him twice, but he ate those punches, he grabbed my flailing arms slamming them above my head. "Are you a homo?" He asked, his voice returning to that regular deepness. His eyes were so gray, they demanded an answer, they seemed to bore into my soul, his eyebrows thick and furrowed.
"W-why?" I asked, and his body slammed into me, his shirtless body  sending heat through my prison shirt. "I asked cause I want to fuck you, and I want to know if I gotta be gentle or not." He said this like it was completely normal, and his tone said he wasn't truly asking permission.

"I-I'm not gay." I said, he sucked his teeth, and ran a hand through my hair, "You definitely aren't straight, but it doesn't matter, even if you think you're straight, I want you, you can either give it up, or I can take it, now I'd prefer you give it up, that way I can break this tight little body of yours in properly." He explained all of this with a straight  face.

"Ple--" My words were cut by his lips, they stroked mine,  and I swear I died, my knees buckled, now he'll tell you it was cause I was so scared, but I know right then I knew, I knew I wanted to feel more of what he made me feel, that fuckin gut wrenching,  heart thumping alive feeling.

The thick strong index finger of the hand that was wrapped around my neck, it's hold softened and his other hand slid up my thighs, my body betrayed me, I could feel myself reacting, my dick was thickening, he continued feeling me up, while his hand yanked my neck back by my hair.

His teeth grazed my neck, and I moaned without control, damn him it felt good, his tongue soothed the bites, then swiftly raced up my neck, licking a trail to my earlobe, he grabbed the lobe and licked, bit and sucked on it. "Yeah, you're a virgin, I'm guessin you ain't had much pussy either." He whispered, grabbing my dick and squeezing it, I gasped and his tongue slipped smoothly between my lips, and my mind was blank.

I have no fuckin idea how or why I pushed him away, I'd never felt anything like that, yet somehow I pushed him away, that was a big mistake. "No, you want this, I can see it, mmm yeah I think I need to add some money to the wardens account, I'm gonna love turnin you out." He groaned, before attacking my body again.

I tried fighting him again, and he slapped me, hard enough for me to notice, but soft enough not to mark me. "Resist this again, and you'll be sorry, just give in, the way this fit fuckin body you got is begging to get fucked, you know you want me." As he spoke he spun me around and yanked my pants down.

My bare ass was on display for his pervy deviant eyes, I hated that, but not for long, he made a sound like a pigs snort, only longer, and his teeth happened to be latched to my right cheek. I flinched and his hands came down on both my ass cheeks with bruising force, they felt like fire.

"Open up your stance, let me look at that sweet piece of boy pussy." He groaned, and damn if my cock didn't  jump. I did as he asked,  afraid not to, he said if I didn't  I'd be sorry and I didn't want to experience whatever that was. "Good boy, see daddy can play nice,  as long  as you do." He said, then ran his entire tongue along my hole, my knees automatically bent and he chuckled.

"Stop moving let daddy work." He said, and I tried, I stood stock still,  barely breathing, until his tongue  swirled around my hole and slipped inside, my balls tingled and I ran from the feeling,  I swear I wasn't  running from him, but he got pissed,  and that's when he's  at his worst.
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Part Three
Buck's Bitch

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He slapped my ass hard enough for me to cry out, then lifted my legs up straight outta my pants and shoes. "You're showing off, daddy asked you not to move, I gotta punish you." He spoke, then pulled  me away from the door and opened it.  "Open my gate!" He yelled and the buzzing sound went off,  the metal cage sliding free.

"This is gonna teach you who you belong to, he shoved me out the door and towards the tier, "W-wha... Please no." I cried, he yanked me back against him and I could feel how hard he was, his body and his dick. "This is serving two purposes, one as a punishment, and two it'll let all those pervs know who you belong to." He said, then he pushed me forward, my chest crashing into the sturdy metal of the railing.

A sea of criminals were beneath us, there had to at least a hundred men beneath us, some were watching TV's, others were playing cards and chess,  still some were talking or reading, some sat alone, others were in groups. "Now be a good boy, and get their attention." He said. My flustered, shivering self, was leant over the railing.

"Pl-p..."

"Do it or I won't prep you." He threatened, running his middle down the length of my hole, then shoved it in, I screamed, and all eyes shot up to me, guards and prisoners alike. "Say hi, and introduce yourself." He demanded, shoving in another finger. "Hi, I-I'm Eric!" I yelled, "Good boy." He said, kissing my neck, and ripping off my shirt, leaving me completely exposed.

"Listen up pussies! This sweet little bitch belongs to me, he belongs to Buck, you all know what happens to people who fuck with Buck. Now watch me fuck my bitch." He said, using his leg to spread mine, "Name's Buck by the way, but it's daddy to you." He said, and I groaned feeling my nuts get tighter.

He went down and started eating me out again. I watched with wide eyes as the criminals beneath me watched me get my ass ate, he was obnoxious, slurping and sucking on my hole, making the most lewd and disgusting sounds, sounds of enjoyment.

"You taste so fuckin good!" He moaned loud enough for everyone to hear, then his fingers were probing me again, it still hurt but this time he did it gently, I looked down watching  as my prick defied gravity. "Look the nasty pig loves it!" Someone yelled, and I could hear snickering.

His fingers stroked what I knew was my prostate, and the fabled pleasure was real, it made me squeak. "Such a hot cock sleeve!" Another voice yelled, then he was in me.

"Buck!" I screamed from the sudden and unexpected way in which he entered me, "That's right tell these fuckers who your daddy is." He said, shoving into me with the same intensity. "Buck." I repeated. He pulled out to the tip,  and the pain was bad, but it also wasn't, it felt good when he used the tip and a few inches to work my prostate.

"Fuck baby, you've got my dick leaking, your cock is so hard, you like being humiliated don't you?" He asked, yanking my neck back, his hand fisting a handful of my hair, while the other stroked my meat.

He kept gently touching my prostate with his dickhead, all the while working my ass open, making me want it. "Ple-please." I panted, and he pulled my neck back, nibbled my earlobe and whispered,  "Beg me to fuck you, I want them to hear how much you want my cock, make the other fags jealous." He demanded, and I tried not to give in.

"Do it Eric." Hearing him say my name sent a hard shiver through me, my dick pulsed and I needed to cum, if I didn't I was gonna explode. "Fuck me! Pl-please Buck fuck me!" I screamed, it just poured out. I didn't  mean to beg, but he kept tickling my that spot inside me, I didn't want him to tickle it,  it needed to be pounded.

"Beg daddy, come on, do it and I'll make this hot little cock of yours squirt." He said, squeezing my cock. "Please do-don't make m-me." I whispered  so only he could here. "Do it, or I'll fuck you so hard won't feel your legs for a week." He growled. I could hear how serious he was, so I begged. "Please dad-daddy, make me cum, make me bust, fuck my spot harder!" I yelled,  and the crowd of pervs went crazy, more than seven of them were beating off to the lewd show Buck was giving them.

"I think you learned your lesson, so lets make you cum, so we can get back to my apartment, and I can fuck you into my sofa." He said. Then he finally  stopped teasing my prostate and instead he started fucking it, his dickhead kept pressing against it, and his shaft kept gliding over it, it felt indescribable.

His hands started molesting my body,  his fingers squeezing my nipples, pulling the tender buds and making me squeal. "Cum for me bitch!" He growled, and my body obeyed him, my balls tightened up and my cock jumped, the feeling of hot cum forcing itself through my dick while his dick rested against my now throbbing prostate.

My mouth was gaped, as I moaned like a slut, time seemed to slow as I moaned and whined,  watching and feeling as Buck worked my still jumping cock in the palm of his hand, the crowd below shouted and screamed as my cum spurts rained down on them, I swear a few of them had there mouths opened trying to catch my nut like snowflakes.

Another of the sicko's started shouting he got some, he held it above his head, waving it around like a queer bouquet of flowers. The men who were jacking off came at the sight of my entire body turning red as embarrassment set in.

Watching the guards pretend like they couldn't see me, allowed me to see how much power Buck had. "Let's go train your throat." Buck whispered.
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