My territory

2. Princess' dominion

In a grey but surprisingly clean and tidy prison cell, a beautiful young man with long hair is looking at two inmates, kneeling in front of him.

- Well, so you're Jackal's men. I know him well. I'm going to tell him what you were up to here. I might not even need to punish you too hard...

He's interrupted by one of the terrified men who grabs his arm shouting "No, please!" Jeff's startled flinching and the guy's unkempt nails leave a nasty deep scratch mark on Jeff's forearm.

- Shit! Who do you think you are to touch me? - says Jeff, angrily.

Jeff's henchmen, two bulky and attractive inmates fittingly named Big and Boss, step up flanking him, ready to beat the shit out of jackal's men.

One of them has completely lost it, it smells like he has peed on himself. The other is still pleading, this time not daring to touch Jeff.

- Do you want to make it up to me? Clean my shoe - Jeff points his designer loafer towards him - with your mouth, don't touch it with your dirty hands.

The guy goes down slowly and start licking Jeff's shoe. After a while, the young mafia leader takes his shoe out of his reach.

- I'll think of your punishment... You know you have to pay for what you did. But I'll let you choose: you can try to make me happy and have only my punishment, or make me angry and have both my punishment and Jackal's punishment. You choose - says Jeff, and his beautiful face brightens up with a smile that the guys on the floor find terrifying.

Jeff's henchmen take the two guys away. After a few minutes, they are back with a bag and a piece of news.

- There's new inmates coming in today, boss - says the one who, funnily enough, is called Boss.

The other, named Big, hands him a big paper shopping bag. Inside, there are some designer clothes he asked for. Gorgeously soft sweaters, a shirt, and some silky nightwear. Jeff caresses the fabric. He touches a little bag with a few pills inside.

He asked for some clothes and aphrodisiacs last time, and here they are. The drugs are not for him, though.

He looks at Big and Boss, their muscles on display under the tight tank top t-shirts they are wearing. He wonders if he should ask them to take the drug and then watch them fuck each other.

He pauses pondering the idea for a while.

Nah, after all he's not so horny today. He's surrounded by men fucking each other to stablish dominance, out of necessity or, less often, out of genuine attachment.

Jeff hasn't been able to fuck with anyone in ages. He is a Dom and dominates his lovers. From time to time he allows his subs to give him a blowjob, but nothing more. He's happier watching others to be honest.

Everyone believes he fucks around a lot, though. Nobody knows what he does to his lovers and those who've been with him don't tell stories because they are afraid. They usually get released or transferred to another prison when Jeff gets tired of them.

People always want to be in his good books.

He's a mafia heir, he's managing the family job inside prison. He's here because he took the blame on something his uncle did.

His uncle angered the police, doing business right under their nose so they couldn't ignore it. The family decided to send Jeff here to take the blame, and to get some experience "on the field".

Jeff will be rewarded when he comes out, that's what they say. Also that's why they are sending him anything he asks for. Clothes, drugs, phones, you name it.

He's also doing a useful job for the family, recruiting people for the business. Most of the time, people you bond with behind bars are the most loyal.

He sends the good candidates with a recommendation token to look for his family when they go out.

That's why everyone wants to be in his good books. If they are not... All of them are scared of the consequences.

Jeff takes the clothes out of the bag and lays them on the bed. He loves pretty things.

His nickname in prison is Princess.