the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

hurts so good (xxx)

Mitch was trembling as he followed the prison guard, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't deserve this. He didn't steal that TV. He wasn't smart enough to orchestrate a heist such as that. But yet, still, here he was, following the prison guard to his new home for the next two years.

There was a wolf-whistle, and Mitch turned to see one of the prisoners leaning against the wall of his cell. "Did you bring me a new toy, Jerry?" he asked, raking his eyes down Mitch's body. Mitch felt his cheeks heating up, and he shrank away from the prisoner's icy gaze. The prison guard rolled his eyes and unlocked the prisoner's cell, shoving Mitch inside. "I brought you a roommate, Hoying. Be nice, he only stole something." The prisoner rolled his eyes right back, sidling up to the bars. "Be careful with my toy," he growled, his blue eyes darkening to black. "Yeah, yeah," the prison guard muttered, slamming the cell door shut and walking away.

Mitch whimpered and pressed himself against the wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. "P-Please don't hurt m-me..." he sobbed, drawing the attention of the other prisoner. A smirk formed on his lips and he walked over to Mitch, putting his hand on the wall above him to corner him. "Oh, I won't hurt you. Not if you obey," he said, trailing his fingers down Mitch's jaw and neck. Mitch shivered and leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed. The prisoner smirked and pulled on Mitch's earlobe with his teeth. "You know, I don't think this jumpsuit really complements your eyes," he murmured, reaching behind him to unzip it. It fell off Mitch's shoulders and down to the floor, exposing Mitch's naked body. "Ah, yes," the prisoner almost hissed, his eyes darkening. "No underwear, Good boy. What's your name?"

"M-Mitch..." Mitch answered in a small voice, shifting uncomfortably under his stare. The prisoner hummed in acknowledgement, his mind running wild with all the things he wanted to do to the small boy before him. "Hello, Mitch. I'm Scott. How old are you?" Mitch's breathing hitched when he felt Scott's hands glide over his body, lighting him afire. "I- I'm eighteen," he whispered, and Scott let out a soft groan of pleasure. "Fuck. I bet you're a virgin, too," he breathed, reaching behind him to slip a finger into him. Mitch squeaked at the sudden intrusion, his arms quickly flying up to hold onto Scott's shoulders. Scott groaned again when he felt Mitch clench around his finger, a bulge growing in his jumpsuit. "Fuck, yes. You're so tight," he growled, impatiently taking off his own jumpsuit. Mitch's eyes widened at the sight of all of his scars and tattoos, but mostly because of Scott's cock. He'd never had sex before, he wouldn't be able to take him. "S-Scott, I- I'm—"

"First of all, I'm Daddy to you. Second of all, I know you're a virgin. I'll take care of you. Understood?"

"U-Understood, Daddy."

Scott groaned at the name and pushed Mitch down to his knees, shoving his cock into his mouth. "Suck." Mitch gagged slightly, but he managed to control himself and did his best to obey. He didn't know what he was doing, had no idea if he was doing it right, but Scott immediately moaned and tangled his fingers in Mitch's hair, so he fired Scott was enjoying it. He swirled his tongue around Scott and scooted closer to him to take as much of him in his mouth as he could, and he used his hand to pump what he couldn't fit. A steady stream of curses left Scott's lips, and he pushed deeper into Mitch's mouth, savoring the warmth. "Wanna be inside you," he mumbled when he felt himself nearing his release, forcing himself to pull away. Mitch looked up at him innocently and wiped away a stray string of saliva with his finger, and Scott's eyes darkened more. "Get up." Mitch stood instantly, partly because he was excited and partly because he was scared of what would happen if he didn't.

Scott pressed him up against the wall and slipped a finger into him, bending to mark up his neck. Mitch closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, subconsciously spreading his legs wider. Scott added another and began fingering him roughly, and Mitch cried out in both pain and pleasure, his knees going weak. Scott probably would've been more gentle any other time, but now he was too impatient.

It was barely a few moments before Scott couldn't take it anymore and pushed into him all at once. Mitch screamed out in pain, yet at the same time, it sent pleasure jolting through his body. "Daddy!" he cried, wrapping his arms around Scott's neck to hold himself up. Scott moaned involuntarily at the tightness, and he had to force himself to wait for permission to move. Small whimpers left Mitch's lips and he hurriedly nodded, even though it still hurt. Scott immediately began to move, cursing under his breath. Mitch arched his back, and with every thrust, pain shot through his body and straight to his cock. "H-Hurts," he whimpered softly, lifting his legs up to wrap them around Scott's waist and dragging his nails down Scott's back. "Wr-Wreck me, Daddy. Hurts so g-good." Scott groaned at his words and picked up his pace.

Mitch threw his head back and moaned, pushing down to meet him. "You're my little masochist, yeah?" Scott growled softly, slamming into him hard. Mitch cried out and nodded frantically, even though he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. "Yes, Daddy! I'm y-yours!" Scott groaned and wrapped his hand around Mitch's neck, cutting off his air supply as he pounded into him. Mitch's eyes rolled back in his head and all of the air left his lungs as he released hard, unable to even force out a warning. "Fuck," Scott moaned as Mitch tightened around him and followed soon after.

Mitch squeaked and collapsed against Scott's chest when he pulled out, unable to hold himself up anymore. Scott was panting too, and he propped Mitch up against the wall as he cleaned him up. Mitch shivered, goosebumps fanning over his skin, and leaned heavily against Scott as he led him to the empty bunk. "Another thing you should know," he whispered, tucking Mitch under the covers. "You're not allowed to wear clothes around me. The only time you will wear them is when we go to meals or have an inspection. Only I am allowed to see you like this." Mitch blushed and nodded shyly, murmuring a small, "Yes, Daddy." Scott nodded slightly and stared down at Mitch for a moment before he turned and went to his bunk. Mitch curled up and watched him go, shivering at the cold despite the covers. Scott climbed in bed and closed his eyes just as the lights cut out, submerging them in darkness.

Mitch tried to sleep, but he was cold and he missed his stuffed cow. He suffered for a moment before he slid out of bed and padded over to Scott's. "D-... Daddy?" he whispered timidly, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Scott groaned, but he opened his eyes, squinting up at Mitch. "What?" Mitch flinched slightly and held himself tighter. "C-Can I sleep with you?" he whispered quieter, bracing himself for Scott's wrath. Scott softened, sitting up on his elbows. Why?" he asked, and Mitch relaxed when he didn't get mad. "Because I'm cold, Daddy. And- And I usually sleep with my stuffed animals..." he admitted shyly, fiddling with his fingers. Even Scott couldn't help but smile, and he scooted back and lifted the covers for Mitch to climb in beside him. "C'mere. It's going to be tight." Mitch blushed and slid under the covers, pressing himself against Scott. Scott draped his arm over Mitch's waist and pulled the covers over them, then set his head above Mitch's on the pillow, closing his eyes. Mitch was so close he could feel the warmth radiating off of Scott's skin, but he still wasn't satisfied. He intertwined their legs and slung his own arm over Scott's waist, tucking himself under his chin. Scott opened his eyes to look down at him, wondering what he was doing. Mitch didn't notice, however, finally content with their chests pressed together and bodies as close as they could possibly be. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Scott smiled slightly and closed his own eyes. At the moment, he didn't really care that him being caught cuddling with Mitch would ruin his reputation there at the prison. He held Mitch tighter and slowly drifted off to sleep.