Alexander Knight's POV
Three Months Later
"Alexander Knight, you are being sentenced to three years in prison without the opportunity of parole on the charges of bank robbery and other theft related charges." The sound of the gavel is the last thing I hear as I am being grabbed by officers, cuffed, and led out of the courtroom.
Well, I guess I'll be stuck in Cape Vincent County Prison for the next three years of my life. Such a great way to spend it.
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I was abruptly awoken by a sharp jab to my jaw. "Dude, wake up. We here," the guy sitting next to me said. He had a bunch of tattoos on his arms all the way up to his neck. He definitely had the look of a criminal judging by his exterior.
"Man, did you have to punch me to wake me up?" I asked while holding my jaw. That fucking hurt.
"Yeah, I did. I tried shakin' ya, but you ain't moving yo ass," the guy said in a thick country accent. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was from Texas, but that's just a huge stereotype, and I do know better. Our conversation was interrupted by a guard that yelled at us to get a move on.
"Every one of y'all will be going through our metal detectors and will be searched extensively to make sure none of y'all brought any weapons of the sort. You'll get a uniform and will be assigned a cell with a cell mate. Don't cause a commotion, the last one didn't end well. If you're being harassed or assaulted by your cellmate, don't come cryin' to us for help, it won't get you anywhere. Alright, guards... proceed," the guard in charge said. Each guard that was present approached a criminal and moved us forward in a straight line to proceed with the security detail. It was a guy who approached me, and if I'm being completely honest, he is kind of hot.
"Alright, your turn," he said with that deep voice of his. Okay, why am I reacting like this right now. I mean, the last time I was dicked down by a hot hunk was a few months ago, but I've had sex with women since then. Why is my libido suddenly acting up?
I was pushed through metal detectors and came out cleared. Not very surprising since who the fuck would be dumb enough to bring a weapon with them as a criminal to a prison. Only the dumbest criminal on earth would do that, but I guess since this is a maximum security prison it only makes sense.
"You're kinda hot kid, what's your name?" The guard currently pushing me through the prison asked. I think this is a sign. It's a sign that I need to get dicked down by a hot man sometime soon. Trust me when I say I'm no bottom. Am I a switch? Yes, but a bottom, no. It's true that I can't go very long without getting my ass pounded by a hot man, but I also can't go very long without sticking my cock into some pussy.
The guard may be hot, but there's no way in hell that I am giving him my name. "You're hot too, but that doesn't mean I'll be telling you my name any time soon," I responded. He seemed disappointed by my answer, but hopeful for the future.
"Well, if you're looking for some dick, you know where to look," he said as we approached what I could only assume was my cell. Once I saw my cell mate, my only thought was 'Holy shit that man is hot'.
Casey Larson's POV
'Holy shit that man is hot' was the only thought swirling around my head as soon as I saw who would be my cellmate for the next three years of my life. With his blonde hair, his blue eyes, his godlike complex. He's probably just a bit shorter than I am, and his ass looks so perky in that jumpsuit. I just want to stick my-
I was interrupted by the hot man himself coughing to get my attention. "You gonna keep staring, or can I come in?" he asked with a teasing smile. I cleared my throat and gestured for him to come in. I've only been here for four days, and I already have a crush on my cell mate. That's amazing libido, thank you for that.
"Sorry. What's your name?" I asked out of genuine curiosity. He looked me up and down as if he was either sizing me up, or he was trying to figure me out. I don't know.
"Alex, you?" he asked in return. Alex, that's a hot name. A hot name for a hot man. A hot man that would look good with my dick inside of his tight little asshole while I pound into him to make him forget his own name. Okay, I need to stop thinking with my dick.
"Casey," I replied. I just now realized I haven't really told anyone my name in over three years, when things started getting more intense in the Hellhounds.
"Casey," he repeated my name. As though he was trying to get a feel of it for himself. Looking him up and down, I could tell he was pretty muscular, even if he was a little bit more on the leaner side, but that's exactly how I like them. Looking down to his thighs, I could only imagine how they'd feel trapped between my legs, or wrapped around my waist. My eyes kept moving until I noticed a very obvious bulge in his jumpsuit. Ah, so he was just aroused as I was, I thought.
With the faint blush apparent on his cheeks, I could tell that he was either enjoying me checking him out, or embarrassed at having been caught having an erection in this situation. I'd say it's a mix of both. With that in mind, I had a thought. So, without much thinking, I acted on it.
"Why don't you get down on your knees in front of me like a good boy, and then we'll proceed with what you so desire."
And without any hesitation on his part, he did just as I asked.