Bobby Ventura

A week after Damien had been moved to solitary, Bobby Ventura has been sentenced to 3 years in prison for domestic **** to his spouse and little girl.

His bitch of a wife had slept with another man and he had made things better, if not right, by slapping the shit out of the slutty cunt. His crying 6 year old daughter had rushed to her mother’s defense and had pled for him to stop.

He hit her too. He had been drunk and angry. While he didn’t necessarily want to have hurt his daughter, the truth was he didn’t care too much. She sided with his bitch wife. Plus, who knew if she was even HIS daughter!?

He was convicted and sentenced to his 3 years of toil in a maximum security prison because it was close by. He didn’t deserve to be there. He made six figures a year! Why was he being sent to this animal house?

Bobby went through processing and was taken to his cell. On the walk there he was cat-called and whistled at by these mangy animals.

He cursed his looks. He was only 25 years old but he had a great job and great genes which meant his face was clear, his hair was neat, his teeth were white, and he worked out regularly to stay fit. Unfortunately, he also had a slightly thin frame and he couldn’t grow a decent amount of facial hair to save his life.

All in al, it meant he was attractive to these beasts and they were letting him know it.

His cell mate was a large black man named Tino. Luckily for him, Tino seemed to not want to **** him and had even offered his protection for the small price of his desert at every meal.

Bobby agreed readily.

With Tino’s protection he was for the most part left alone. He was fondled once by a hairy Viking of a man, but Tino gut punched him and the man never bothered Bobby again.

Yes. It seemed that he was going to survive his time in this prison for the foreseeable future with Tino by his side.

That was, until he saw Charlie. When he saw Charlie for the first time, he was intimidated and frightened. Tino had made no move to protect him as Charlie closed in on Bobby in the showers one evening.

The man was massive. Rippling muscle corded on his arms and legs. Bobby expected to see a meaty cock dangling between his legs but instead he saw a bandage wrapping through his groin area and around his legs like a loin cloth. Bobby noticed that Charlie also only had one good eye. The other eye had a white medical patch covering it. Bobby was no doctor, but he was certain these wounds were fresh.

Charlie stroked Bobby’s backside with a meaty finger and probed his virgin anus.

Bobby clenched his hole shut and shivered, cowering before the man’s giant form.

“Just a few more weeks pretty fish, and I’ll take you on a date.”

He grinned.

“Don’t worry, I always fuck on the first date.”

“I’d take you now if I could Fish.” His look darkened. “Once I’m recovered I’ll make a woman out of you.”

Charlie penetrated Bobby’s anus with his finger, his digit digging deep into Bobby’s anus as Charlie pulled Bobby close to him before leaning down and kissing him hungrily.

“Mmm you taste good. I bet you’re fucking tight. I’m gonna break you in real fucking good. Thank you Tino for keeping his ass cherry safe for me.”

“Of course Charlie. I got free desert for it too! I knew you’d want him!”

Charlie laughed deep and throaty. “Of course you did! Probably convinced him his little cherry ass was safe forever! Hah!”

Bobby get small as Tino took him back to his cell, a big strong hand on his shoulder.

“You understand fish, no one fucks with Charlie. Your hole was his as soon as you stepped off the bus. Maybe he’ll let me have a turn when he’s done with you. He’s done that before. He rewards his men well.”

Bobby was nauseated. “What happened to him?”

Tino turned serious. “Shut it fish. He hears you talked about his injuries will get you gutted quick. Suffice it to say, he got into it with another big fucker. That guy’s in the medical wing though, Charlie put him away good.”

“What was his name? The inmate who did that to Charlie?”

“Fuck if I know Bobby. When he gets back from recovery he’s dead though, so we don’t need to know his name.”

“Who would know it?”

“I don’t fucking know kid. Go to sleep.”

The big man fell onto his cot and rolled over.

Bobby was scared. Charlie was going to **** him. Probably repeatedly. His only chance was this inmate who hurt Charlie so much.

Over the next week he made some soft inquiries with the guards and with some of the other less threatening inmates. It was that following Monday, however, when his inquiries returned bearing fruit.