Sculpted.

Bobby was woken, and then taken from his cell by three guards at around 7pm. They demanded he gather his possessions that he could carry, and the rest would be transferred for him.

This was a shock to Bobby, but all he could do is grab his extra prison issues, his tooth brush, and his pillow.

He followed/was led to another cell at the end of the corridor in C block - his panic beginning to rise expo February as he was led to the final cell.

Who was his new cell mate going to be? He was repeating a litany in his head for it to not be Charlie. He was certain he was about to be ****.

The cell was dark, the fluorescent lighting at this end of the corridor was inefficient and nearly burnt out.

When he hesitantly walked inside a large firm rose from the bottom bunk.

The man was huge. Rippling muscle on an already large frame that seemed sculpted from an ancient statue of Hercules.

This wasn’t Charlie, however.

This man was definitely large, but he was young. Somewhere around his own age maybe. His eyes though. His eyes were cold and calculating. Where Charlie has been fire and animal-like hunger, this man was ice and a quiet, with a degree of primal ferocity.

Without a word being said, Bobby knew two things. One, was that this man bowed to no one, which means this was the man who had maimed Charlie. The second thing he knew was that he may have just been better off being **** by Charlie and his gang.

“Hello fish.”

Bobby’s knees trembled as he withered under the man’s stare. He tried to steady them.

“Umm...hello! I guess I’m your new cell mate...umm....”

“Call me Mr. Cross.”

“Of course uhh.. Mr. Cross.”

The man stepped nearer to Bobby, his huge form dwarfing Bobby’s in its presence.

Bobby belatedly realized the man was only wearing underwear, and a large bulge was noticeable.

“I hear you’ve got some problems with Charlie.”

Oh god. He knew.

“I’ve also heard you’ve been asking about me.”

Oh god. He knew that too.

“It’s ok now. You are under my protection. No one touches you unless I will it.”

For some reason that sentence didn’t relax him.

“I hear you’re in here for beating your wife and child.”

Oh god...”umm... yes....I was drunk and she cheated on me.”

“Your child cheated on you?”

Fuck. “N...no of...of course not. I was drunk like I said.”

“I would have protected you simply for being my cell mate Bobby...., but I don’t like it when adults hit kids.”

Mr. Cross placed a hand on Bobby’s shoulder and applied a gentle but insistent pressure.

Slowly, Bobby dropped to his knees. His mind in shock at the inevitable.

“Take it out.”

Bobby slowly fished the man’s cock out of his underwear and then gasped at the size of it. It was as thick as his forearm and easily as long.

“Suck Bobby.”

Closing his eyes, Bobby hesitantly took the large head into his mouth and got his first taste of cock.