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I have to note that there is one female. She certainly sticks out amongst all these big guys. Not short by any means, but still shorter than the shortest of the men. She looks like maybe some kind of Asian descent, jet black hair tied back in a high ponytail. Honestly, I think assuming her femininity could offer me any needed consolation would be foolish. Just from looking at her, she scares me more than any of these giant dudes.
But I’m straight, and I’ve never been attracted to guys. And the thing is I can’t tell if these guys are actually gay, or they’re just passing the time with each other. Like Luthor said before, about blurring lines. That’s fine for them, but that’ll never be me. I can’t just fool around with a guy because I’m bored and there’s no pussy nearby. It doesn’t work like that for me.
“He’s going to hear you,” I nod upward to Luthor’s bunk. I’m really surprised he hasn’t woken up yet. The bunk is moving all around, and even though we’re not loud, he’s right up there. The dude could sleep through a damn earthquake.
“Wow. These are nicer than mine,” Rook sneers from the bed, holding up my other two pairs of boxers from the pack. “Why, what do you wear?” Velle rumbles to him. “Hanes tighty whiteys?” Rook glances at Velle, who smirks. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” The two of them have a stare down for a second, and the tension in the room is palpable.
What the fuck, man? What is it about a prison that makes dudes gay as fuck? I don’t get it…
He takes his pants down enough to pull out his monster cock, and I gulp. It’s very intimidating. He says my cock is pretty, but his is scary. If mine is a king, then his is the dragon who burns down the castle.
Forget that he’s a guy, and I’ve never been interested in the same sex this way before. He’s my stalker. My rapist. Is this some sort of Stockholm Syndrome situation? Have I been developing this attachment to him simply because he’s forcing it? I wish there was a way to find out, but unfortunately I’m stuck in here and I can’t escape him. And the craziest thing is that the thought of getting away from him is no longer appealing to me. It’s unnerving.
