The Prison Wife
He sank to his knees, breathing so hard he
was practically hyperventilating. There was a part of him that
felt like sobbing, but he stifled it, determined to salvage whatever
manly dignity he could. He might have to have sex like a woman,
but he certainly didn't have to cry like one.
Gus sank his hands into Joseph's hair. "Soft,"
he said. "That's going to be so nice when it gets longer."
Gus' cock bobbed eagerly against the side
of Joseph's face, leaving a slick trail along his cheek.
"Come on, baby," Gus said. "Suck
me. You know how."
Gus tightened his grip on Joseph's head and
urged him forward. Joseph squeezed his eyes tightly shut, leaned
in and began to lick gingerly at his husband's cock. It didn't
taste any better than the other dicks had.
But Joseph did his work diligently. He hoped
maybe if he used his tongue well enough then Gus wouldn't feel
the need to fuck his throat. And it seemed to be working. Gus
moaned extravagantly and demanded more. The sound of his pleasure
humiliated Joseph deeply. Of all the terrible things he might
have imagined happening to him in life, this was one possibility
he could never have foreseen, bending submissively before another
man's dick, going to town on it like he was some kind of slut.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Gus said, his
voice slurred with lust. "Such a sweet little mouth."
Absently, Joseph wondered if all men sounded
like that when they got aroused, if he had with Madeleine, like
a low budget psychopath. The possibility embarrassed him enormously.
Gus clutched his ears and nudged his cock
against his lips.
"Take me inside, baby. Suck me good."
Joseph felt his heart sink. He should have
known Gus wouldn't settle for anything less than the full treatment.
He clenched his hands into nervous fists and opened his mouth.
Gus surged forward. Joseph panicked and started to pull away.
It was too big, too much.
But Gus cupped the back of his head with a
fierce, horny grip and held him in place. Joseph swallowed convulsively.
His jaw was hyper-extended, and he couldn't breathe. He could
feel his eyes bugging out. This was so much worse than it had
been with the others, even though they had been far more brutal.
Gus' horse dick was just too huge to get his mouth around. And
God knew how it was going to fit in his-- Joseph's heart raced
"Calm down, Sunshine. Breathe through
your nose. You can take it."
Gus started to thrust in and out of his mouth.
Joseph desperately held onto Gus' hips and concentrated on not
"So good, so good," Gus panted,
as he fucked his mouth.
Joseph squeezed his eyes shut and waited tensely for the coming
flood. That was the part he hated the most, the part that made
him feel the most unmanned.
But Gus surprised him and pulled out, breathing
"Go lie down on your belly," he
Joseph's whole body started to shake. He had
known this was probably coming next, but now that it was here,
he just couldn't believe it was really happening. God, he had
given the damned money back. Surely, he didn't deserve
"Please," he begged.
But Gus' voice was flinty. "Don't try
me on our wedding night. Do as I say, and go get on the bunk."
Joseph was too terrified to disobey. He got
up and went to lie down on the cot. He held on to his pillow
for dear life. He tried to ignore how his genitals ached. He
tried even harder not to imagine how much penetration was going
Gus didn't immediately follow, and Joseph
had to work up the courage to look back over his shoulder to
see what he was doing. Immediately, he wished he hadn't. Gus
was digging his fingers into a big jar of Vaseline and greasing
up his cock. So he could-- Joseph whipped his head back around
and buried his face in the pillow.
Please, God. Please, God. Please, he prayed silently. Don't let this happen to
Apparently, though, God had better things
to do than look out for self-confessed embezzlers.
Gus came to stand at the bottom of the bunk.
"Spread your legs wide," he ordered.
Joseph knew there was nothing to do now but
just try to get through it. He opened his legs and tried not
to let it register just how vulnerable he felt with his thighs
splayed, in a whore's pose, his ass offered up, on display.
The thin mattress dipped down, and then he
felt Gus' weight stretch out along his back. The hot, hard length
of Gus' cock bumped against his ass cheeks and nudged into his
crack. Joseph's already panicked breathing became even more out
"Try to relax," Gus told him. "If
you fight it, it'll only hurt more. And no yelling. Use the pillow
if you have to. If they haul me off to solitary 'cause you're
screaming bloody murder, then there's going to be nobody to keep
the animals off you. You understand, Sunshine?"
He nodded his head miserably. He knew the
deal perfectly well. If he didn't let himself be fucked, he'd
just end up getting raped. He realized life wasn't fair sometimes,
but this really sucked.
"Okay, get ready," Gus said.
Joseph tried. He really did. But how could
you possibly prepare for getting ass-fucked against your will?
Despite his best intentions, tears started to slide down his
cheeks. He pressed his nose further into the pillow and snuffled
Gus' horse dick pressed insistently against
his hole, and for a moment, it seemed as if Joseph's body would
fend off the assault, the thick ring of muscle resolute against
the intrusion. But Gus was persistent. He kept pushing, harder
and harder, putting his back into it. Joseph screamed into the
pillow in shock and pain when his body finally relented and his
hole was breached, the huge head of Gus' cock forcing its way
just inside him.
Hot tears of shame sprang to his eyes. It
wasn't rational, but he couldn't help feeling that if he were
more of a man his sphincter wouldn't have just flowered open
to passively accept its fucking. It would have stayed clenched,
That thought brought back memories from high
school, the guys all gathered around the locker room, boasting
about which girls they'd recently broken, laughing obscenely
at how the girls would just lie back and open their legs and
take it. Only it didn't seem nearly so funny now that it was
Joseph losing a virtue he'd never even clearly understood
he possessed until Gus ripped it away from him. He really was
being broken, truly. He was lying on his belly with his legs
splayed and a man's cock up his ass. It wasn't
just splitting him in two, killing him with the pain. It was
destroying everything he'd ever believed to be true about himself.
Gus grunted and gritted his teeth while he
worked himself further and further inside. He was heavy and sweaty
on Joseph's back, and Joseph honestly thought it couldn't get
any worse, between the burning agony in his ass and the dull
ache in his genitals and the utter degradation of it all. But
then he felt Gus' balls smack against his butt, his cock fully
ensheathed, owning Joseph completely. And then Gus started to
move, to fuck, to use him in earnest, and Joseph couldn't hold
back any longer. He understood now that there was no manhood
to salvage once you'd let yourself be taken like a woman. And
so he didn't just sob. He cried his heart out into the dampening
pillow as his husband gave him a honeymoon he would never forget.
In the morning, for a moment, it all felt
like a dream. Joseph breathed out deeply in relief and wiped
the nervous sweat from his face. His bladder was full, and he
made a move to get out of bed. But excruciating pain radiated
up his spine. His lower back was stiff. His penis throbbed painfully
between his legs. He could hardly move. And he had the most repulsive
taste in his mouth. He blushed fiercely when he remembered what
He practically jumped out of skin when Gus slid down from the
top bunk, his feet hitting the floor with a loud thud. Ghosts
of sensation came back to him, unbidden. He could still feel
how Gus' dick had swelled inside him as he approached climax,
hurting Joseph even more, making him pray for it to just be over,
knowing nothing could be worse, until he finally felt the shameful
spurting of Gus' semen inside him, and then that, truly, was
so much worse, the absolute worst, unquestionably. Until Gus
pulled out of him, and it made a sound that-- well, that sounded
just like a cock being pulled out of a well-used ass. His
ass. And then that-- well, that was the worst shame. Until
Gus patted him on the butt and told him what a good lay he was,
such a nice, tight virgin. Until Joseph felt the hot, sticky
rush of come start dribbling out of his hole.
After it was over, Gus washed up at the basin, but didn't think
to offer Joseph a tissue. Apparently, it wasn't to be a gallant
marriage. When Gus was finished, he climbed up to his own bunk
and flopped down. Joseph lay there unmoving, still on his stomach,
rattled down to his bones by every creak of the bedsprings above
him, terrified that Gus might come back down and do it all over
again. Even when he could hear Gus' heavy snores, he didn't get
up and wash himself. He hurt too much, and he couldn't stop crying.
So he just lay there in the wet spot, with the uncomfortable
sensation of come drooling from his ass, sobbing into his pillow
late into the night, until he finally wore himself out and drifted
off to sleep.
Now, in the clear light of day, he really,
really wished it had been a bad dream.
Gus shaved at the sink. "Hey, Sunshine,"
he called over his shoulder. "Time to get up. Prison food
is bad enough even when you get it hot."
Joseph shifted his hips experimentally, and
just that little bit of movement was red hot torment.
"I don't-- I don't think I can,"
he said, horribly frightened of how badly he might be injured.
He couldn't return to Madeleine an invalid.
He'd promised her.
"Don't talk back, Sunshine," Gus
snapped. "And don't keep me waiting. Those are two things
a good wife doesn't do."
Joseph wanted to explain, to get Gus to see
that he needed help. But the tone of his voice left no room for
argument. Last night, Joseph could tell that Gus was at least
trying to be gentle with him. It chilled him to think how badly
Gus could hurt him if he was actually intending to.
Joseph gritted his teeth, levered himself
into a sitting position and swung his legs over the side of the
bed. It was agonizing. He grabbed hold of the bed frame above
him and hauled himself to his feet. That hurt even more.
When he looked down at the bunk, he gasped.
"Oh, my God!"
Joseph pointed. Gus came over to look. There
were spots of blood on the white sheet.
"Don't get all worked up, Sunshine."
He patted Joseph's cheek, condescendingly. "Girls bleed
when they lose their cherries. It's natural. Nothing to worry
about. And it's proof positive you were a virgin until last night.
That's something a husband likes to see." Gus beamed with
Joseph paled with fear. "But I don't
think a man is supposed to bleed like that."
"You're not a man, Sunshine," Gus
reminded him. "You're my wife."
Gus held up a hand to interrupt him. "A
good woman is always respectful, Sunshine. I want you to call
me 'sir' when you're talking to me and call me your husband when
you're talking about me to other people. You understand?"
"Um. I guess so. Yes."
Joseph was desperate to get to a doctor. He
couldn't believe he was wasting time on something like this.
What could it possibly matter what he called Gus?
"Yes, what?" Gus asked, in a prompting
tone that Joseph recognized from childhood.
He colored brightly. "Yes, sir,"
"Better," Gus said, with satisfaction.
"Just see that you remember it. I don't like having to discipline
my woman, but as your husband, it's my duty to make sure you
act like a proper wife."
Gus went back to the sink to finish shaving.
Joseph gripped the bed frame tighter, his knuckles turning white.
This whole prison experience was just getting worse and worse
with each passing minute. For all he knew, he was standing there
bleeding to death internally.
Gus washed away the rest of the shave cream
and dried his face with a towel. Joseph caught his eye in the
"Uh, sir?" he said.
"I really-- I hurt. My--" Shame
seized him all over again. "My ass." His voice was
choked. "Really, really bad."
"From where I fucked you?" Gus asked.
The bluntness of the question made Joseph
cringe, but he nodded. It was true, after all.
"Well, Sunshine, that happens when a
woman loses her virginity. It'll hurt less the next time."
Joseph went cold all over at the thought of
ever having to endure that again.
"After a while, you'll even learn to
like it," Gus said. "You'll see."
"But I really think I need a doctor!"
"A doctor wouldn't likely understand
our situation," Gus said. "Us being married and all."
"But what if--"
Gus put a finger against Joseph's lips to
silence him. "No doctor," he said. "And I don't
ever want to hear you say the word 'ass' again. A man doesn't
fuck his wife in the ass. That's what whores are for. A man always
has respectable intercourse with his wife in her pussy. Understand?"
Joseph blinked. "You mean, I have to--"
"Now, what did you say was hurting you?"
Gus asked, pedagogically.
It was too much. Joseph just couldn't. He
stared at Gus helplessly.
"Like I said, Sunshine, I'm not looking
forward to having to correct you. But I will if you don't obey.
Now, let me hear it. Where did I fuck you?"
Joseph felt sick. "In my pussy,"
Gus smiled. "Good. You're a quick learner,
Sunshine. Just like I knew you'd be. Now, you'd better start
getting ready. You've got a lot to do before we can go, and I'm
"Do?" Joseph asked.
"You want to look pretty for me, don't
Joseph couldn't look him in the face. He certainly
couldn't speak. For the life of him, he'd never seen this coming,
despite Gus' promise to teach him how to be a woman. All he could
do was nod, too afraid of reprisal not to answer, not to agree.
He kept his eyes glued to the floor, more ashamed than ever.
"All right then," Gus said, clapping
his hands together. "I laid out your bra and panties for
you. We're required to wear the uniform, but I had one special
altered for you. Made it more flattering, to show off your figure."
The lingerie was pink and lacy. Who knew what
he'd done to the uniform. Joseph felt sure he was going to cry.
"And, of course, there's makeup."
Gus pulled a floral printed bag out of a drawer and handed it
to him. "I know you probably won't be too good with it at
first. But, that's how all girls learn. Trial and error. I'm
sure you'll figure out how to make yourself real pretty soon
Joseph looked into the makeup bag. There was
a confusing assortment of pots and tubes and brushes. He wished
he'd paid more attention to Madeleine when she was getting ready.
He had no clue what to do with any of it.
Clearly, it was a mistake in this place to
ever think you'd hit rock bottom, because there seemed to be
an endless number of creative and grotesque ways in which things
could always get worse.
"We'll save the high heels and stockings
for when we're alone in the cell together," Gus said. "And
to show you just how understanding a husband I can be, I'll settle
for head until your pussy has had time to heal. No need to thank
me. I told you I look after my woman." Gus reached into
his boxers and pulled out his red, swollen cock. "And now
it's time to look after me. Come here, baby."
Joseph still had the taste in his mouth from
the last time. The idea of sucking Gus off again made him want
to gag. But there was nowhere else to go, nothing else to do.
No way out.
He got down on his knees and took care of
Joseph soon learned that there was humiliation,
and then there was public humiliation.
After he finished getting ready, he dutifully
followed Gus down to the mess hall, carefully keeping his eyes
glued to the floor. Of course, his reticence to meet anyone's
gaze did nothing to keep them from staring at him. He burned
with shame at the thought of how he must appear. His first go
around with the makeup had been stunningly unsuccessful. He had
come out looking like every low-budget 70s movie ever made about
transvestites, like a whore with poor vision and a bad case of
the shakes. Truly, he did not make an attractive woman.
And his clothes-- God, this was possibly even
worse than the Tammy Fay look he'd given himself. Somehow, Gus
had managed to make the dull sack of a prison uniform downright
sluttish. The shirt stretched so tightly across his chest that
the fabric gapped and the buttons looked like they were about
to pop, flashing the world glimpses of his frilly pink lingerie.
The pants molded to his body, hugging his
hips, accentuating his ass, clinging to his crotch. Oh, God.
His crotch! His poor, poor crotch. He wanted to cry whenever
he looked down at himself. Gone was the manly bulge behind his
zipper. Now, he was perfectly flat in front, as if he'd been
In the cafeteria, Gus led the way to the front
of the line. The other inmates all took a quick step back to
get out of his way. Apparently, no one even entertained the notion
of insisting Gus wait his turn. Joseph followed shamefully in
his wake, trying to ignore the half stifled sniggers as he passed.
He picked up a tray and a set of plastic tableware.
He held out his plate to the woman behind the line. She plopped
a dull gray spoonful of scrambled eggs onto it. She didn't even
blink at his get-up. Joseph figured she must have seen it all
by now. He took a muffin and a carton of milk. Gus was waiting
for him at the end of the line, so he hurried.
"Over here," Gus said.
Joseph trailed behind Gus like a well-trained
dog. Gus led him to a table off to the side and near the back.
It was populated by large, tattooed men. Joseph supposed they
must be Gus' friends, or associates, or-- whatever people had
in prison. There were two empty places. Gus sat down at one and
motioned Joseph to the other.
He set his tray down and pulled out his chair.
But when he sat down, he hissed in pain and quickly scrambled
The men all burst into raunchy laughter.
"Hey, Gus, you must 'a had a real
happy honeymoon, eh?" said a pock-marked man with a thick
Joseph colored with shame as he settled gingerly
back onto the chair. This was just great. His rectum felt like
a medical emergency. His face looked like Bozo the clown. And
he was going to have to sit there and eat breakfast with a dozen
men all staring and smirking because he'd gotten fucked last
night. Hell, some of them probably heard it happening, Gus' moans,
his own sobs, the squeaking of the bedsprings as Gus vigorously
did away with his cherry. God, some of them in nearby cells may
even have been able to see it in the dim light, Joseph with his
legs wide spread, Gus on top of him, humping away.
And now, they were all staring at his chest,
at his bra, leering at him as if they wished they could
be Gus. They probably knew he was wearing panties, too, and the
tuck. God, the tuck! Joseph's face turned hot with shame
despite his best efforts to stay calm. He kept his gaze glued
to his plate and tried to ignore the fact that a whole table
full of big, scary men were at that very moment fantasizing about
"Hey man, your little woman's going to
be a real babe when she gets the hang of her makeup," said
a beefy man with a scar above one eye.
Joseph didn't react, didn't say anything,
didn't even move. He had this desperate hope that if he stayed
really quiet maybe they'd forget about him after a while, after
the initial freak-show novelty wore off.
"Yeah, she sure is pretty, Gus,"
said the guy sitting next to Joseph.
He looked Joseph up and down as if trying
to figure out a way to get inside Joseph's skin with him.
"What's your name, pretty thing?"
the guy asked him.
Joseph stayed silent. He leaned a little closer
The guy licked his lips with predatory hunger.
"Shy. That's sweet. Real, real sweet, baby."
Something metallic flashed in front of Joseph's
face, and then the lecherous man howled loudly. Gus' fork protruded
from his hand.
"Fuck!" the man cursed.
His expression twisted with pain as he pulled
the fork free.
"What the hell did you do that for, Mattison?"
Gus reached over and took his fork back. "Didn't
appreciate you getting fresh with my wife."
"I was just asking her goddamned name."
"It's Joanne," Gus told him. "Not
that I expect you to be using it. You have anything to say, you
say it to me. Not her. Got it?"
Gus waved the fork menacingly. Joseph wanted
to melt into the floor and disappear. Men were fighting over
him like he was the last piece of tail on earth. And now, not
only was he some other guy's wife, but his name had suddenly
Joseph sighed to himself. Getting upset wasn't
going to do him any good. He was stuck in this nightmare for
the next eight months. He had to find a way to make it through
somehow, so he could go home to Madeleine and forget any of this
At least, I'm going to get to eat breakfast
for a change, he thought, trying to
look on the bright side.
He picked up his muffin to take a bite. It
looked a lot more appetizing than the egg mess.
"Oh, I don't think you want to do that,
Sunshine," Gus said.
Joseph looked at him in confusion. Was there
something wrong with the muffin that he couldn't see? Could it
possibly be worse than whatever hideous thing they'd done to
"All kinds of hidden fat and calories
in a muffin," Gus said. "You don't want to spoil your
girlish figure. Better give it to me."
Joseph's first impulse was to protest. His
second was to beg. But he could feel the gaze of every con at
the table on him, and he knew that this was some kind of test.
No doubt, Gus wanted to see if he would obey or embarrass him
in front of his cronies. And if Joseph embarrassed him
Well, he didn't like to think about the consequences. His ass
had still been bleeding when he'd gotten dressed. Another fucking
before he'd healed, and there might be permanent damage.
He silently handed over the muffin.
Gus smiled triumphantly. "That's why
it's important to pick your woman carefully, boys. You got to
make sure you get one who knows how to listen."
"Especially when you tell her to spread
her legs," the thick-necked man joked.
Everyone hooted with lewd amusement. Joseph
wanted to slink beneath the table.
Gus slid Joseph's tray over next to his. "Let
me take some of these eggs off your hands, Sunshine. You got
way too much here for a delicate, girlish appetite like yours."
Gus shoveled most of Joseph's breakfast onto
his own plate. Joseph was left with just the milk and an orange.
He unwrapped his straw, opened the carton, and took a sip.
Gus watched him, frowning. "I guess that's
okay just this once, Sunshine. Since we just got married and
all, and you don't know no better. But from now, you make sure
you take the skim milk, okay?"
Joseph nodded, resigned by now to always being
hungry while in prison. He started to peel his orange, feeling
even more depressed than before.
"Oh, and I almost forgot," Gus said.
Joseph slumped in his seat, dreading whatever
was coming next. Gus pulled a white bottle out of his pants pocket.
The label said it was a generic brand of multivitamins.
"Your pill," Gus said, holding one
out to Joseph in the palm of his hand.
Joseph regarded it uncertainly. The tablet
was small and round, unlike any vitamin he'd ever taken.
"Go on, Sunshine," Gus said. "It'll
keep you healthy. Help you grow."
The other men snickered. Joseph looked at
them suspiciously. He didn't like the way they were watching
him as he put the pill in his mouth. But he couldn't imagine
what their knowing glances meant, and he didn't dare refuse Gus,
not in front of his friends. So he took a sip of his milk and
swallowed the tablet. Surely, no harm could come from taking
Gus smiled at him. "That's a real good
The other men at the table laughed. Joseph
hunched down in his chair and ate his orange. He prayed for breakfast
to pass quickly.
Eventually, it was over. When Gus got
up, Joseph did too, and followed him back to their cell.
"You did real good, Sunshine," Gus
told him. "Nice and respectful. Carried yourself like a
lady. Didn't give any of those losers the time of day. You made
me real proud."
Gus pulled Joseph to him, gave him a deep,
wet kiss, and felt up his chest the way he would a woman. Joseph
could feel the hard heat of Gus' erection against his hip. It
hadn't even been two hours since Joseph had last given him a
blowjob. How was this possible?
"If it weren't broad daylight--"
Gus' voice was thick and slurred with lust. He ground his hard
cock into Joseph's pelvis. "But later. I know a place."
A loud clanging on the bars caused Joseph
to leap back. It was one of the guards. He had his nightstick
"Hey, you two, cut it out!" the
"You know, Huggins, just because you're
not getting any," Gus said.
"Yeah, smartass, just keep it up,"
Huggins said. "We'll see how much you're getting when your
ass is in solitary. Besides, I need your little bride here."
He gestured toward Joseph. "I know you'd prefer the wife
not to work, Mattison, but there's a laundry detail with her
name on it. And you--" He turned to Joseph and pointed a
finger at him. "You're late. Don't let it happen again.
I have better things to do than come up here and escort you to
where you're supposed to be."
"Sorry," Joseph mumbled.
"In a minute," Gus insisted.
He tilted Joseph's chin and frenched him sloppily,
making sure the officer got an eyeful of tongue.
"Dis-gusting," the guard
Gus broke the kiss. "Okay," he said.
"She can go now."
Huggins looked at Joseph with distaste. "All
right, Princess. Let's get a move on."
"Just watch yourself," Gus said,
as Joseph started off behind the guard. "Remember who your
husband is. I hear everything that goes on in this place. And
trust me, you don't want to see me jealous."
When they'd turned the corner of the cellblock,
out of Gus' earshot, the guard said, "You hear that, Princess?
Better make sure you keep your pussy to yourself. I don't want
to come back to the laundry later on and find you bent over the
folding table with guys lined up, neglecting their work."
Huggins laughed uproariously. Joseph wanted
to crawl away and die. To take his mind off his humiliation,
he composed his next letter to Madeleine in his head.
Hope you are well, and everything is going
good for you. Are you settling into the new apartment okay? If
you have any problems, please let me know, and I'll see what
I can do from here.
Things are still okay with me. In fact, I've
made a new friend. His name is Gus. I guess you could say he's
kind of taken charge of me. I've even moved into the same cell
with him. He's been breaking me in-- you know, teaching me everything
I need to know. Just this morning, he warned me about eating
too much of the high calorie food they serve here. I told him
you wouldn't want me coming home to you with love handles and
a spare tire! Gus always has helpful advice like that.
Well, anyway, that's all for now. I wish I
were there with you. Please write soon.
The letter kept Joseph occupied until they
reached the laundry.
"All right, Princess, here we are,"
He reached for the door and opened it.
"You know, you've been real good for
productivity here at the laundry," Huggins said, as Joseph
slipped past him. "We've had all kinds of scumwads requesting
reassignment since you started working here.
Joseph stepped inside and froze. Smitty, Haynes
and the tattooed Nazi were all gathered around one of the machines,
grinning at him.
"It seems you're a very popular girl
around here," Huggins said.
He cackled and left Joseph to face the wolves
on his own.
Having to deal with Smitty and his thugs on
a daily basis drove home the importance of keeping Gus happy.
More than ever, Joseph realized that staying on Gus' good side
was the only hope he had of making it out of here in one piece.
Unfortunately, satisfying Gus proved much
more taxing than he could have imagined. Gus was a far more demanding
husband than Joseph had ever been. It took Joseph three times
as long to get ready now that he had to moisturize, manicure,
make himself up, and go through all the other feminine beauty
rituals that Gus insisted he observe.
But the sexual demands-- God, they had to
be the worst.
It wasn't just that Gus had the most freakishly
hyperactive libido of any man on the planet. He had an uncanny
gift for humiliation to boot. Gus tended to be particularly horny
in the mornings. Joseph blew him before they went to breakfast,
but that was never enough to hold him through their work details.
At some point, every damned day, Joseph would
look up from some menial task he was performing and see Gus hovering
in the doorway, beckoning to him. The other guys would all titter
as he skulked off to join his husband.
Smitty, of course, was the worst by far. Whenever
Joseph left to take care of Gus, he would smirk and say: "Hey,
Carlton, do those protein shakes really boost your energy the
way they say?"
Of course, Joseph knew the only way to handle
such a situation was not to react at all. But it just wasn't
possible to keep his cool when an entire room full of men knew
he was going off to suck another guy's cock. Every time Smitty
taunted him, Joseph's face would turn bright red, and he'd practically
run from the room. Not surprisingly, that made everyone laugh
The spot where Gus took him was underneath
the back stairs. It was one of the few places in the entire prison
where they could be unobserved--for a few minutes, at least.
Joseph's recurring nightmare was that someone would discover
them one day, with Joseph kneeling there, his lips wrapped around
Gus' dick. That fear made him very focused in performing his
duties. When Gus opened his pants and presented his hard cock,
Joseph would immediately fall to his knees and take it into his
Joseph sucked Gus off using the techniques
Gus taught him during their nighttime sessions together. If he
tongued Gus' dick just the right way and massaged it with his
throat muscles, he could usually get Gus to come pretty quickly.
Joseph was becoming more adept at swallowing spunk. But still,
he nervously wiped his face more times than he could count on
the way back from each encounter, terrified he might have come
smeared on his face.
The problem was that Smitty was like those
predators on the nature shows Joseph used to like to watch on
TV. He instinctively found any weakness and preyed on it. Every
time Joseph came back from giving one of his furtive blowjobs,
Smitty would say: "Hey, Carlton, what's that white stuff
on your face?"
Joseph knew good and well that he should just
ignore it, but he could never stop himself. His hands would fly
to his face, and he'd frantically wipe at his mouth.
Everyone in the laundry would erupt in wild
peals of laughter. And Joseph would wish to God that he were
Unfortunately, it wasn't actually any easier
when he was alone in the cell with Gus. Even when Joseph wasn't
engaged in marital fellatio, he still had a lot to do to keep
Gus satisfied. There seemed to be an endless number of wifely
"A good woman keeps her home clean and
tidy for her man," Gus said.
Playing housewife really wouldn't have been
so bad. Joseph was orderly by nature, and the cell was quite
small. It wasn't particularly taxing to keep the beds made, the
floor mopped, and Gus' socks clean. At least, it wouldn't have
been difficult if Gus didn't insist he do it while wearing just
his bra and panties, along with a garter, stockings and a pair
of the highest heels Joseph had ever seen.
"A good woman knows how to dress for
her man," Gus said. "She wants to be attractive, no
matter what she's doing."
Joseph knew better than to talk back. But
he couldn't help thinking that Madeleine was a good woman, and
she'd always worn a pair of baggy sweat pants and one of Joseph's
old T-shirts when she cleaned the house.
Wearing his black stilettos gave Joseph a
whole new appreciation for what women endured in the name of
beauty. His shoes were fashionably pointy and pinched his toes
like the devil. The super high heels made his calves cramp and
his back ache. They were so hard to walk in that he lived in
fear of spraining an ankle.
And then there was the effect they had on
About an hour before lights out, Joseph tottered
around the cell, putting away clothes and straightening items
on the shelf. Gus watched from his bunk, his hard-on clearly
outlined against his faded prison pants.
"Don't you worry, Sunshine," Gus
said. "You just need some practice, and then you're going
to be quite the sight in those heels." Gus' gaze traveled
appreciatively down his body. "Quite the sight, indeed."
Joseph forced himself to smile. Gus liked
it when he acknowledged his "compliments." He bent
over to pick up a magazine off the floor where Gus had discarded
it. He heard the sharp intake of Gus' breath. Joseph was wearing
his sky blue thong, Gus' favorite. When he'd bent over, his bare
cheeks had been offered up like twin melons--just the kind of
obscene spectacle that Gus particularly enjoyed. Joseph flushed
with embarrassment and quickly straightened back up. The last
thing he wanted was to give Gus any ideas. His ass was feeling
better, but he sure as hell wasn't ready for another fucking.
"Good thing it's almost lights out,"
Gus said, stroking his hard dick through his pants. "You
can take care of this for me."
"Didn't you want me to take a shower
before lights out?" he asked.
At night, Gus didn't just want some quick
suck off. He liked to paw all over Joseph's naked body before
fucking Joseph's mouth in long, slow strokes. He preferred Joseph
to be newly bathed and fragrant for these little make-out sessions.
"Yeah," Gus said. "I worked
it out with Ray that you can shower with his punk Carlos. Just
don't be too long." Gus fondled his hard-on. "There's
something here that needs your attention."
Joseph slumped a little, knowing what was
waiting for him when he got back. But he tried to look upbeat.
Gus had already warned him about not being enthusiastic enough
"Okay," he said. "I won't take
He took off his heels, undid his garter, shimmied
out of his stockings, and put them neatly away. He slipped his
uniform back on, grabbed his towel, and picked up his bucket
of toiletries. It was full of the sort of things Madeleine always
had lying around the bathroom: lavender scented soap and body
lotion, chamomile shampoo to brighten his blond hair, a luffa
to get rid of the rough skin on his elbows, knees and feet. Sometimes,
when he'd been in the bathroom alone at home, he would try some
of Madeleine's dainty products on himself. The silky feel of
those cleansers and creams gave him a strange little thrill,
and almost always made him hard.
He couldn't believe he'd ever found anything
about that stuff even remotely erotic. Now, it was just a lot
of extra work.
Joseph headed for the cell door.
"Hey, Sunshine," Gus said.
He turned back. "Sir?"
"Don't forget. You've got duties to attend
to when you get back." Gus gestured to his crotch.
"No, sir," Joseph said. "I
He hurried away before Gus decided he didn't
want to wait for lights out.
At least the shower room no longer held any
terror. Joseph put down his bucket and leisurely undressed. He
didn't have to worry about who might come along. There wasn't
anyone in the prison stupid or brave enough to mess with Gus.
Shower time had actually become Joseph's favorite half hour of
the day. It was the only chance he had to get out from Gus' shadow
and enjoy a little privacy--or at least, what passed for it in
And, of course, there was also the relief
of being able to take off the tuck. Joseph worked it down his
hips and eased out his genitals. He held himself in his hands
and carefully checked for any visible damage. He didn't see any,
thankfully. But his dick and balls continued to ache, and he
worried that there were things happening to him that he couldn't
see. He sighed heavily and reminded himself for the millioneth
time that it didn't do any good to dwell on it. Gus wanted him
to wear the tuck, so there was really nothing he could do about
At least, he could enjoy these brief moments
The only other man in the room was already
undressed and showering. He had a compact build, short but well
muscled, dark hair, dark skin, Hispanic looking. Undoubtedly,
this was Carlos, the guy Gus had mentioned.
Joseph chose a showerhead near Carlos, turned
on the water and stepped under the spray. He closed his eyes
and let the water stream over him. He couldn't remember when
anything had felt better.
Joseph was so lost in the relaxing, comforting
heat of the shower that took it a while for the sounds coming
from beside him to register. And then it was a moment longer
before he realized what they were, the fleshy slip and slide
and slap, the skittery breathing, the low, throaty, barely audible
sighs of pleasure. Joseph's breath quickened. His heart beat
faster. His deprived cock started to harden.
Joseph listened to the man beat off with one
overwhelming emotion: envy.
He would have given anything to be able to
take his cock in hand and bring himself off. But this was yet
another of Gus' rules. A good woman only has sex with her
man to give him pleasure. She's too much of a lady to ever touch
herself in a dirty way.
Night after night, Joseph would lie awake
after he'd finished taking care of Gus, his genitals bound, the
taste of Gus' come lingering in his mouth, and listen to the
nocturnal sounds of other men's pleasure. His cock would throb
with need, and sometimes he'd even rub his fingers along the
tuck, trying to feel something, anything, some small sense of
satisfaction. But then Gus would turn over with a sharp squeak
of the bedsprings or start snoring like a buzz saw, and Joseph
would hastily pull his hand away, terrified that Gus would somehow
know what he was doing.
And now, Joseph couldn't tear his attention
away from the man beside him. The guy had started to breathe
more heavily. Joseph snuck a glimpse out of the corner of his
eye. The guy was thrusting into both hands. His cock was long,
thick, purple and swollen with arousal. Joseph's own cock ached
and hardened a little more. The guy was obviously about to come.
Joseph quickly averted his eyes. A moment later, he smelled the
sharp tang of come in the air before the water washed it away.
He looked down at his own needy cock, dangling
half hard between his legs. Sadly, he realized it was just as
imprisoned now as it was when he was wearing the torturous tuck.
Another wave of envy washed over Joseph. He
snuck another peak at the man, trying to live vicariously through
his satisfaction. The man was watching him too, knowingly. Joseph's
heart started to pound. He'd obviously been taking way too much
interest in the guy beating off. He might think Joseph was putting
the moves on him. What if he felt the need to defend his honor?
What if it got back to Gus?
But the man only smiled. "Hey,"
he said. "I'm Carlos."
"Uh, hi--" he stammered. "I'm
"Hey, good to meet you, Joe."
Carlos smiled again, and Joseph couldn't help
noticing that was he was-- well, really quite pretty. He had
the kind of dark eyes that Joseph had always admired on Hispanic
women, bottomless, dewy. His skin was smooth, the exact color
of café au lait, and his cheekbones were high and exquisitely
chiseled. But it was his lips that were his most striking feature,
full and generous, like they were just waiting to be kissed.
Carlos grinned at him, his eyes lighting up
with humor. Joseph was appalled to realize that he must have
been openly staring. He tried to search his memory. Had he ever
thought of a man as pretty before? Had he ever even noticed what
other men looked like before he ended up in this hellhole?
"So you're new, huh?" Carlos asked.
Joseph nodded, quite ashamed of himself for
violating the manly code of no peaking in the communal shower.
But then, Carlos didn't exactly seem to mind. His own gaze wandered
lazily over Joseph's body, lingering, taking in every detail.
Joseph could feel his skin tingling and turning hot.
"It's certainly good to meet you,
Joe," Carlos said, in a way that--
Well, if it had come from a woman, Joseph
would definitely have called it sultry. He started to feel uneasy.
What if this guy was really gay? What if he wasn't just doing
what he had to do to get by?
"Hey, can you do me?" Carlos asked.
He turned around and presented his butt. Joseph's
heart lurched. His cock surged. Hadn't he been afraid of this?
So why was his dick practically pulling him over to Carlos? Joseph
had never been so confused in his whole life.
"What did you say?" Joseph asked,
"I need a shave. That's one reason our
men like us punks to shower together. So we can help each other
out. You mind?"
"Uh--" Joseph stammered, thoroughly
embarrassed. "Well, I guess not."
"Thanks, man. You're the best."
Joseph chided himself as he rubbed the bar
of soap between his hands to work up a lather. He really should
have known better. He couldn't believe what he'd been thinking.
Carlos looked back at him over his shoulder.
"You okay, man?"
"Uh, yeah," he said. "Sorry."
Joseph took a deep breath and steeled himself.
It was just as alien to touch another man's butt, as it was to
have his own touched. He parted Carlos' muscular cheeks, trying
to be as gentle as possible. He couldn't help noticing that Carlos'
hole looked red and swollen, no doubt from the many fuckings
it took. Joseph hoped his own butt didn't look quite that well
used, but he resigned himself to the knowledge that it probably
did. Or at least it would, soon enough.
He spread the lather along Carlos' crack.
He used one hand to keep the cheeks spread and held the razor
in the other, as Gus had done with him. He quickly shaved the
area, being careful not to nick Carlos in this tender place.
When he finished, he cupped his hand under the spray and washed
away the remaining soap.
Carlos turned around. "Thanks, man. You
did that real nice. The last guy Ray paired me up with didn't
pay attention worth shit. Bastard cut me more than once. Okay,
your turn, Joe."
Joseph felt his face go red. "Oh, no.
Carlos frowned. "You mean, he don't want
"Well, yeah, but-- I'm still, you know,
pretty okay down there."
"Joe, I don't want to tell you your business, but you got
to trust me on this. You do not want stubble in your crack. It
hurts like a mother." He put a hand on Joseph's shoulder.
"Go on, then. Turn around and let me do you."
Joseph hesitantly turned around. When he heard
Carlos gasp, he colored with embarrassment. He still had the
marks from the last time Gus had "corrected" him--large,
red handprints across his ass.
Carlos gently stroked one reddened cheek.
"Ah, Joe," he said. "What'd he do that for?"
"Uh--" God, the reason was even
more humiliating than the spanking itself. "I forget to
call it-- you know, my pussy."
This wasn't the first time he'd slipped up.
Gus had so many damn rules that it was hard to keep it all straight.
He'd forgotten to call Gus "sir" one morning. A couple
of times he'd neglected to answer to Joanne. And there were many
more things he'd messed up on. Gus was quite strict. The first
time, he would remind Joseph. After that, he corrected him.
Joseph had never been spanked as a child.
His parents were the liberal professional type who believed corporal
punishment was tantamount to child abuse. So Joseph had not been
prepared for the terrible, gut-twisting shame of it. Whenever
he was corrected, Gus made him strip down to his bra and panties.
Then Joseph had to pull his panties down to his knees and lie
down across Gus' lap. Joseph had never felt more vulnerable and
exposed than he did when he was balanced precariously on Gus'
knees, his arms and legs flailing, his ass cheeks bared and positioned
The first blows made his skin sting. By the
time Gus finished, his whole ass was on fire. But the physical
discomfort was nothing compared to the humiliation. The sound
of Gus' hand pounding his ass echoed off the concrete walls of
the small cell. Other inmates across the way laughed and pointed.
Sometimes, Joseph would even see some of them fondling the bulges
in their pants, apparently getting off on the sight of his naked
white ass getting whaled on.
When Joseph was finally allowed to get off
Gus' lap and given permission to pull his panties back up, he
always had exactly the same thought: If he ever had kids, he
would never spank them.
"Poor, querido," Carlos said, soothing
Joseph's marked flesh with his hands. "You'll get used to
all his rules after a while. The trick is to learn to think of
it as your pussy, to think of yourself as his woman. Then you
won't trip up. When you think about it, it's a pretty small price
for protection in a place like this. And when you get out of
here, you can forget all about this shit. And go back to being
your own man."
"Is that what you do?" Joseph asked,
Carlos shrugged and smiled. "I do whatever
I have to. And that's how you got to start thinking, too."
He patted Joseph on the butt. "Okay. Let me take care of
Joseph tensed when he felt the slick touch
of lather along his crack. Then Carlos' hands were on his butt,
holding his cheeks apart, carefully maneuvering the razor. Carlos'
fingers followed in the wake of the blade, testing for smoothness.
It didn't feel as intrusive as Joseph had expected, as it had
when Gus had shaved him. In fact, it was kind of-- well, sensuous.
The realization hit Joseph like a jolt of
electricity. His half-hard dick got harder. His shower-heated
skin flushed with embarrassment.
"Uh-- I'm sure that's good," he
said nervously and tried to pull away.
Carlos held his hips still. "I need to
rinse," he said.
Carlos sheeted water along his back and into
his sensitive crack. His hands followed the path of the water,
caressing Joseph's cheeks, stroking along his cleft, flirting
with his hole. Joseph's flush deepened. His cock bobbed eagerly.
It's just a case of blue balls, Joseph tried to tell himself. I haven't gotten
off in days and days. Of course, I'm horny. Of course, I'm going
to react. It could be anyone's hands.
Still, there was no rationalizing the fact
that he was responding to having his butt fondled. The shame
burned him. He did not get off on this shit.
Joseph jerked away from Carlos' ministrations.
"That's enough!" he said sharply.
But Carlos wasn't offended. He winked at Joseph
and stared openly, appreciatively at his erection. Joseph felt
his face go hot again. Maybe this guy really was a homo. Maybe
he liked sucking and fucking and kissing other men. Hell,
Carlos probably enjoyed being in prison. From what Joseph
had seen so far, it was a veritable homo paradise.
And Joseph was naked and hard as a diamond
cutter in front of the guy. Could things get worse?
"It's been a while for you, huh?"
Joseph willed himself to go soft. Please!
he begged his dick. But apparently, his dick had other ideas.
It seemed to point straight at Carlos, straining to be touched.
"Uh-- yeah," he said. "I haven't--
you know, since I got here. I guess I'm kind of-- Well, you know
how it is."
I'm just horny,
Joseph told himself. It could be anyone.
Carlos lifted his gaze back up to Joseph's
face. Joseph's dick surged and throbbed, as if trying to get
his attention back. It was like Carlos and Joseph's dick had
developed a relationship without his knowledge or consent.
Carlos' expression turned wistful. "But
Gus won't let you touch yourself, will he?"
Joseph couldn't answer. Somehow, he'd really
thought this part of his humiliation was his own secret. It was
bad enough that everyone knew his ass was Gus' property. Now
it appeared the whole prison knew that Gus controlled his cock,
Carlos nodded sympathetically. "No, I
didn't think he did. He really gets caught up in all that little
wifey jazz. With the rest of us punks-- well, our men don't mind
if we-- how should I put it?-- make arrangements amongst ourselves.
But you're with Gus." He sighed. "Can't risk that.
Too bad, though." His gaze traveled appreciatively down
Joseph's body and came to rest again on his hard cock. "You
look like you taste real sweet."
Carlos sighed, with what sounded like genuine
"Well, see you next time, Joe,"
Carlos turned off the water, wrapped a towel
around his waist and headed out. Joseph was left staring after
him, his mouth agape. What was with this place? Some men wanted
to fuck him. This one wanted to suck him. Hell, one man had even
convinced himself that Joseph was his wife, for god's sake. Was
this what unremitting horniness did to men who had no contact
with women and far too much time on their hands?
Joseph looked down at his own dick, how it
lunged forward, as if it wanted to go after Carlos. Was the same
thing happening to him?
Joseph turned the tap all the way cold with
a determined snap of the wrist. The freezing water took his breath
away, but he forced himself to stand under it. It left him shivering
all over, and his dick quickly shriveled.
He couldn't afford to let another guy make
him hard. He had to get back into the tuck. He had to go home
to Madeleine the same man he'd been before.
Prison Wife continued in Part
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