Alexander Knight's POV
Fuck she's beautiful. She looks so strong, powerful, and she gives such a dominant aura. But I can tell that she's a brat just by looking at the mischievous look in her eyes. I can also see something deeper, as if she yearns for someone to look after her to relieve her of certain responsibilities. I don't know. What I can say though, is that she's pretty as fuck. With her long brown hair that almost has a red hue to it, and her slim but powerful figure, she could give Miss America a run for her money.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by my boyfriend telling her we hadn't come in the washrooms looking for sex, and that we had come here to clean up. That reminds me, my ass hurts. First, he fucked me with barely any prep - which honestly turns me on even more - then after he came, he shoved a vibrating butt plug up my ass. All throughout this, I wasn't allowed to come. It took so much begging and apologizing for him to finally let me come. I wish I had waited for him earlier, then we could have had normal intense sex, not the punishing kind. Gosh, I still remember their hands on me. It was so uncomfortable.
"Babe, wait for me okay? I'm just going to go grab something real quick then we can go to the training centre together," Casey said. I nodded my apprehension and he quickly left the cafeteria in search of our cell. Me being the impatient man that I am when it comes to doing what my boyfriend and Master tell me to do, I waited for two minutes, then got my ass up and went outside on my own.
There shouldn't be any problem considering we are two of the most feared criminals in this prison. Not because of the crime's we've committed, but because of our associations. At some point in our careers, we'd both been associated with Phantom, the leader of the Hellhounds. The most feared gang in all of America. Sure, I'd only worked with him once, but the fact that I was in contact with him, and that he owes me a favor means that if something were to happen to me, his gang would come for me.
It's the same for Casey, only he was - well, technically still is - the underboss of the Hellhounds. In Cape Vincent County Prison, that happens to be public knowledge. Which automatically makes him one of the most feared criminals in this prison. And of course our relationship brings in the fact that he would do anything for me, which in turn makes me one of the most feared as well. Anyway, the fact is, I should be fine if I were to head out on my own.
Well, turns out I wasn't. The second I stepped foot in the training centre, some of the gangs noticed my presence and rapidly approached me. There were in total five men. The tallest, and the most buff was probably the leader. He had dark brown hair and had clearly not shaved in the past few months. I'm going to call him, Need to Shave. The second man was tall, but not as tall as the leader. He had dark blonde hair that reached his shoulders and was quite lanky. Going to call him Lanky. The third was the shortest out of the bunch. He had a very apparent beer belly and screamed small dick energy. His name will be Small Dick. The fourth was the one who seemed the most cold. He wore an expressionless face and seemed to be quite bored by the situation. Boring. The last man was probably the most confusing man. He seemed to be enjoying the situation, but disgusted all the same. He will be Disgust. At first, I thought nothing of it, but when the seemingly leader of this gang opened his mouth. That thought went down the drain.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? The faggot dating Casey Larson," Need to Shave said looking to his fellow gang members. As soon as the slur came out, they all burst out laughing, repeatedly calling me a faggot, a useless slut, and a whore. I guess this was to be expected.
"You wouldn't mind sucking my dick would you," Small dick said in an amused manner. As soon as he said this, Lanky grabbed my arms and Boring held me back. Need to Shave brought his hand up to caress my face in a disgusting manner. I tried to turn my head away, but he grabbed my jaw and held me in place.
"What should we do with a disgusting whore like you, huh?" Disgust asked in a rhetorical manner. He had gotten closer and put his hand under my prison shirt after Need to Shave had turned my head back. Their hands felt so disgusting on me. They made me feel like I was really a whore. "Aw, look. He's getting hard," Disgust said as he grabbed my hardening dick. Yeah, no shit I'm hard you asshole. Anyone would get hard if you grabbed them like that. Unfortunately, that thought only made me feel more uncomfortable. I shouldn't feel this way. I have a boyfriend, and I'm sure as fuck he would be mad that I got hard in a situation like this. Thankfully, as soon as that thought crossed my mind, the sound of Small Dick being punched caught my ears.
As I looked up, I saw that it was my furious Master that had punched him. Of course he would, who wouldn't in a situation like this. I'm just thankful that my thoughts didn't have time to spiral any further before he got here. "Get off him you idiots," he shouted.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by Casey lightly grabbing my dick after he had turned the water on. Hold on, when did we get in the shower? I thought to myself. I must have been really out of it. "You okay?" He asked as soon as he had my attention.
I thought about it for a second. Was I okay? I mean, physically I guess. Except my ass and nipples and dick that hurt like hell. They're so sensitive from being played with for over two hours. Mentally? I guess I was also alright. It's not like their words from yesterday had really gotten to me. I mean, sure they made me doubt myself a little bit, but as soon as Casey had me in his arms, he reassured me none of what they had said was true. Thankfully, my dominant side had agreed with that and thought it was a good thing I was very mentally stable.
"Yeah. I think I'm good. Thanks for helping me yesterday," I responded. Truthfully, I was really glad he had showed up when he did. If he hadn't, I don't know where my thoughts would have gone.
He smiled, then kissed my forehead. He is still a good two inches taller than me, sadly. "Anything for you, baby."
I'm so glad to have him as my dominant. Until I met him, I had always thought I was only a Daddy Dominant, but after that first meeting, and the aura he gave out, I knew I would eventually submit to him. I mean who wouldn't. The man is gorgeous. With his dark brown, almost black hair. His sharp piercing green eyes, and his muscle built, who wouldn't fall for him? I'm just glad he is mine, otherwise I would probably have to fight off a bunch of men and women to get a chance to have him.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Case asked in a dominant tone. The switch from my sweet and caring boyfriend to his dominant nature gets me every time.
I didn't even have to think about it before I responded. "Yes, Master. I won't run off without you again. I'm sorry," I said looking down.
He lifted his hand and raised my chin towards himself. "I'm glad. I don't want a repeat of today's punishment, especially since I won't be able to fuck you for the next day or so, since your hole will need time to recover. You are forgiven. Next time, think before you run off like that again. You really scared me yesterday."
I gave a little smile after his words. "I know Master. I won't be doing that again any time soon." He gave me a look. "Ever."
He smirked. "Good boy. Now come here and let me wash you. You deserve proper aftercare baby."
I gave him a playful look. "Yes, Master," because of course washing me entitled playing with me. The man is a sadist for fuck's sake. But he is my sadist. I just really hope that girl from earlier will be the one for us, because I don't think I can handle Casey's sadism all by myself for the rest of my life.
We'll see after that conversation tomorrow, I really hope something will come out of it.