Establishing dominance.

Damien sawed into Bobby’s ass, his heavy balls slapping the taut boy’s ass as he pillaged his rectum.

Bobby, grunted, his hands holding the foot bar at the foot of his bunk, his teeth biting down on his pillow.

Damien had been fucking Bobby for some time, and it had begun to take its toll. Damien seemed to have a porn star like ability to control his orgasms. He could go for minutes or nearly an hour at a fast pace. If he really tried, he could go hours without cumming.

Finally, Damien sped up, his pelvis smacking Bobby’s slim ass loudly before stopping.

Bobby felt thick ropes of Damien’s seed shoot into his sore hole.

Slowly, Damien removed himself from Bobby not-so-tight butt.

Bobby imagined more than felt the seed dripping from his stretched and abused ass. The entire area around his hole was numb from over use.

Damien stood and admired his handiwork. Bobby’s red hole oozed copious amounts of his spunk. He then turned to the 3rd man in the room - the thin, mustached Latino who was the old gang leader’s second.

“You’ve seen what I did to Charlie and what he’s did to your old boss. Fuck with me and I’ll bring down your entire gang. I’ll rent your ass to any dick in this prison until you fucking die.”

Despite the words, there was no heat in them. Damien’s voice was void of emotion.

“I ask for two things. Do these things and I will run this place with your gang. You will be kings here. You’ll run the contraband smuggling, and I’ll take a much smaller cut than Charlie did. You’ll have your pick of boy bitches to fuck, and you’ll have my protection. When I bring the other gangs to heel, you will reign above them. When I break the nazi’s into pieces, you can turn them all into cum toilets. All I ask for, are two things.”

The Latino underboss licked his lips, his mustache wet from sweat. The salty taste calmed him...somewhat. Should he make a deal with this man? Charlie was a beast. An unkillable, unbeatable paragon of beat down while this kid....this kid was a demon.

“What two things?”

Damien smiled. A small, cold smile that carried neither malice or joy.

“I require loyalty. You don’t fuck with me. Ever. You don’t fuck with my property. Ever. You pay your tribute to me. On time. And the times I give you orders, you obey.”

“Total loyalty then.” The underboss felt a small inkling of hope. This got his gang more for less. Charlie demanded nearly everything they had. “The second thing?”

Damien grinned. “A sign of submission to me. Only you, your men don’t need to be the wiser.”

Is this guy wanting to fuck him? The underboss felt sure that getting fucked wouldn’t be too bad, a bit of pain, plus the guy was much bigger. The bigger fuck the smaller, that’s how it always goes. Should he do it though? He’d made it through his time here not taking sick up his ass. Would it change him? Would it make him a bitch?

Not like he had a choice though. “Ok... what do you want?”

Damien didn’t hesitate, but he moved slowly and with purpose. He pointed at Bobby’s cum-oozing, wrecked anus. “Eat it.”

Oh god. This is worse than getting fucked. This isn’t like eating ass on the outside. Out there, you have a bitch clean herself before you fuck their ass, or before you lick their ass. In here, you just hope you don’t get too much shit on your dick, and you never, ever, eat ass.

Andres, the underboss, knelt behind the girly boy and began to show his submission.