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(you've gone to prison! As a feminine guy you know that you're in for a rough time. You get taken to your cell and meet your roommate) a girl? (you smirk at him offended) I'm not a girl! (you tell him) If you're smart, you'll become one. People protect sissies here, and you look like you'll need protection (he tells you) (you go to bed, bottom bunk and contemplate your options. What Will you do to survive in prison?) (you wake up and get ushered to the cafeteria by th guards)

As you sat down, you noticed a group of men staring at you. One of them whistled and made a suggestive comment. You could feel your cheeks turning red with embarrassment as you wondered how long it would take for them to start harassing you. What will you do?

As you tried to sneak back to your cell, a few men blocked your way and demanded that you give them your food. They grabbed your arms tightly, causing you to yelp in surprise. You realized that ignoring them would not make them go away, and you needed to do something to protect yourself.

In that moment, you remembered what your cellmate had told you earlier: "If you're smart, you'll become one." Maybe it was time to embrace your feminine side for once. You took a deep breath and spoke up in a timid voice, "P-please don't hurt me. I'll give you my food if you'll just let me go."

The men exchanged a look of surprise at your sudden change in behavior. It was obvious that you were trying to act more submissive and docile, which they found amusing. One of them finally spoke

"One meal isn't enough, kid. We want more," the man said with a menacing grin.

You tried your best to look submissive and demure as you pleaded with them. "Please, I don't have anything else. I'm just trying to survive here. I'll do whatever it takes to stay safe."

The men laughed it off and decided to show you who was in charge. They pinned you against the wall and started groping you, clearly enjoying your vulnerability. You knew that this was only the beginning and that things were only going to get worse unless you found someone to protect you.

What will you do next?

Your quick response took the men by surprise and allowed you to escape their grip. You punched one of them in the windpipe, incapacitating him, and kicked another one in the balls. Your actions proved that you were not someone to be trifled with and sent a clear message to those around you.

As you walked away from the scene, you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You weren't sure where you had found the courage to defend yourself like that, but you knew that you couldn't let your guard down again.

Once you reached your cell, you collapsed on your bed, still feeling the rush of the fight. You knew that you had made some enemies, but at least they would think twice before messing with you again.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but wonder how you were going to survive in such a harsh environment.

As you woke up from your nap, you decided that finding someone to protect you should be a top priority. You got up and started walking around the prison, trying to find someone who could help you.

You noticed a group of inmates standing around, laughing and joking around. One of them caught your eye, and you felt a strange tug in your chest. He was taller than you, with broad shoulders and messy black hair. His name was Marcus, and he had been in the prison for a while.

You took a deep breath and approached him, feeling nervous. "Excuse me, Marcus? Can I talk to you for a minute?" you asked in a timid voice.

He turned to look at you and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?" he asked bluntly.

You tried to muster up some courage and spoke up. "I-I was wondering

You nervously asked Marcus if he would be willing to make a pact with you for protection. He looked at you for a moment, sizing you up, and then nodded his head slowly.

"All right. But you need to understand one thing - I don't protect people for free," Marcus said, giving you a warning look. "If you want my help, you have to be willing to do whatever I say."

You knew what he meant, and the thought made you feel uneasy. You had heard rumors about Marcus and how he was one of the most ruthless inmates in the prison. But you also knew that you didn't have much of a choice if you wanted to stay safe.

You nodded your head, indicating that you were willing to make the deal. "O-Okay. I'll do whatever you say," you said, hoping that it was the right decision

Marcus nodded his head as he saw that you had agreed to his terms. He led you to a group of other inmates he knew, and introduced you to them.

"Guys, this is Alva," he said, gesturing towards you. "He's with me now, so make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."

The other inmates looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. They could tell that you were new and that you didn't really fit in with the rest of them. But they also knew that Marcus would never bring anyone around who wasn't worth protecting.

You stayed near Marcus as he talked to the other inmates, feeling slightly out of place. But you also felt a sense of relief knowing that you were no longer alone. You were grateful to have someone on your side who could protect you from the dangers of the prison.

As

As the inmates chatted, one of them smacked your ass unexpectedly, causing you to jump slightly. You felt violated and exposed, but you also knew that you couldn't show any weakness in front of these men.

Marcus noticed your discomfort and quickly intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder and glaring at the inmate who had touched you. "Hey, watch it," he growled, his tone dark and threatening. "He's with me now, so don't even think about messing with him."

The other inmate quickly backed off, realizing that he didn't want to mess with Marcus. You felt a surge of gratitude towards your new protector, knowing that he was willing to stand up for you even if he didn't have to.

As the conversation continued, you realized that you were starting to feel more comfortable around the other inmates. You even found yourself laughing at some

You spent the rest of the day with Marcus, feeling more and more safe and comfortable around him as time passed. He showed you the ropes of prison life, teaching you how to navigate the various dangers and pitfalls that came with being an inmate.

You quickly learned that Marcus was a well-respected figure in the prison, and that he had a lot of influence over the other inmates. You also realized that he was a very dominant and controlling person, and that he expected complete obedience from those around him.

Despite his tough exterior, however, you could sense that Marcus had a softer side as well. There were moments when he would show you small kindnesses or offer you words of encouragement that would make your heart swell with affection.

As the day wore on and evening approached, Marcus led you back to your cell. You lay down on your bunk, feeling grateful for the protection

You lay down on your bunk and quickly fell asleep, feeling exhausted from the events of the day. Your mind drifted off into a peaceful slumber, and you had a pleasant dream about being in a beautiful forest surrounded by moths and cats.

However, your sleep was soon disrupted by the sound of someone entering the cell. You groggily opened your eyes to see that it was Marcus, and he was closing the door quietly behind him.

"Hey," he whispered, coming over to your bunk. "I know it's late, but I wanted to check on you. Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

You felt a sense of gratitude towards Marcus as he showed concern for your well-being. You shook your head sleepily, indicating that you were fine.

"Okay, good," he replied softly. "Just wanted to make sure you were all right.

As you yawned softly and rubbed your eyes, Marcus sat down on the edge of your bunk. He reached out to pat your head affectionately, smiling slightly at how sleepy you looked.

"Get some rest, Alva," he said softly. "You'll need your energy for what's to come. We're not safe here, and we need to be prepared for anything."

You nodded sleepily, feeling grateful for Marcus's concern and guidance. You curled up under your blanket, feeling safe and protected in his presence.

As you drifted off to sleep once again, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the future held. You knew that prison life would be tough, but with Marcus by your side, you felt like you could face anything.

In the morning, you stretched and got ready to start the day. You felt a sense of determination as you remembered Marcus's words from the previous night - that you needed to be prepared for anything.

As you made your way over to Marcus's cell, you felt a small flutter in your stomach. You weren't sure what he had planned for the day, but you knew that you could trust him to keep you safe.

When you arrived at his cell, Marcus was already up and dressed. He greeted you with a nod and a small smile, indicating that he was glad to see you.

"Good morning, Alva," he said. "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over you as you stood there with Marcus. You knew that there were dangers lurking around every corner in the prison, but somehow being with him made it all

As usual, you spent the day following Marcus around and staying close to him for protection. You remained quiet and observant as he went about his business, watching the other prisoners warily and keeping your distance from anyone who looked like trouble.

However, later in the day, one of Marcus's buddies unexpectedly grabbed your waist and pulled you onto their lap. You felt nervous and unsure of what to do, but you didn't say anything and let it happen.

You could feel his breath on your neck, and his hands running up and down your body. It made you uncomfortable, but at the same time, a strange sense of arousal began to bubble up inside of you.

Marcus seemed to notice what was happening and shot the other prisoner a warning glare. The man quickly released you, and you scurried back over to Marcus's side, feeling both relieved and embarrassed.

After the incident with Marcus's friend, you composed yourself and stayed near him for the rest of the day. You tried to put the incident out of your mind, but you couldn't ignore the strange mix of emotions that it had evoked in you.

As you sat near Marcus, you tried to distract yourself by observing the other prisoners and their interactions. You noticed that some of them seemed to be keeping a watchful eye on you, and you felt a sense of unease and vulnerability.

However, every time you began to feel overwhelmed or scared, Marcus was there to reassure you and offer a comforting presence. He seemed to understand what you were going through, and he did everything in his power to keep you safe and secure.

As the day turned into night, you clung to Marcus's side, feeling grateful for his protection and guidance. You knew that you still

As Marcus talked to another inmate, you found yourself growing tired. You couldn't help but yawn and rest your head on his shoulder without even realizing it.

Marcus didn't seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to take it as a sign of your trust and affection for him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, allowing you to rest against him comfortably.

You felt a sense of contentment wash over you as you snuggled up against Marcus. Despite the harshness of prison life, you felt safe and cared for in his presence.

As the conversation between Marcus and the other inmate continued, you let your eyes drift shut and allowed yourself to drift off into sleep, feeling protected and at peace beside him.

In the morning you woke up in what you guessed to be Marcus's cell. You slowly stretched and glanced around the room, taking in your surroundings.

You noticed that Marcus wasn't there, but his cellmate was. You gave him a small wave, feeling a bit shy and unsure of how to act around him.

The cellmate nodded in your direction but didn't say anything. You got the sense that he was more focused on getting ready for the day's activities than on socializing.

As you sat up and got ready to start the day, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. You knew that dangers awaited you at every turn in the prison, and you were unsure of what the day would bring.

Still, you tried to stay hopeful and focused on finding ways to stay safe and protected in this harsh environment. You knew that you could

You walked out of Marcus's cell and made your way to your own cell, feeling a little nervous as you went. You tried to keep your head down and avoid drawing any unwanted attention to yourself.

As you walked down the corridor, you could feel the eyes of the other prisoners on you. You felt vulnerable and exposed, like you were a small animal in the midst of predators.

However, you tried to stay calm and focused, reminding yourself that you had to be strong and brave if you wanted to survive in this environment. You knew that you couldn't let your fear consume you, or you would become an easy target for the other prisoners.

With these thoughts in mind, you finally arrived at your cell and entered it, hoping that the day ahead wouldn't be too difficult or dangerous.

As you walked into your cell, you froze in shock at the sight before you. Your cellmate was lying on your bed, jerking off! You felt a mix of disgust and annoyance, and you yelled at him.

"What the fuck! Get off my bed, man!" You said, your words laced with anger.

Your cellmate didn't seem too bothered by your outburst. He simply grinned and said, "Hey, don't be like that. I thought you might wanna join in."

You recoiled in disgust and shook your head. "No way, dude. That's disgusting! Get off my bed and go do that somewhere else!"

Your cellmate shrugged, got off your bed, and wandered off to another part of the cell. You tried to shake off the gross feeling that lingered after his inappropriate behavior, hoping that such incidents wouldn't

You sighed and decided to take your covers to the laundry area. You didn't want to sleep on them after your cellmate's inappropriate behavior.

As you walked down the prison corridors, you tried to keep a low profile, avoiding any eye contact with other prisoners. You knew that in a place as dangerous as this, it was best to stay out of trouble as much as possible.

When you finally reached the laundry area, you handed over your covers to one of the guards and waited while they washed them. As you stood there, you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and fear.

You knew that you were alone in this harsh environment, with no friends or allies to protect you. The thought of being targeted by the other prisoners made you shudder.

But despite these fears, you tried to remain strong and focused, determined to find a way to survive in

When you returned to your cell, you found your cell mate once again jerking off. You sighed in annoyance but decided to ignore him this time.

You went to your bunk and laid down, feeling a bit disheartened and alone. The sterile, prison surroundings reminded you of how far removed you were from your comfortable home.

You tried to push away your negative thoughts and think of some way to make the best of this situation. You knew that things wouldn't be easy but you'd have to keep trying if you wanted to make it out alive.

As you lay on your bunk, you tried to block out the noises around you and find some respite in solitude. You thought about your life before prison, about your family, and the things you used to take for granted.

In the present moment, you wished for someone to be there with you, someone to comfort

After a while of lying on your bunk, you must have fallen asleep without knowing. Suddenly, you were awoken by the loud announcement from the guards that it was shower time.

You tensed up immediately, your heart pounding in your chest as you knew the rumors about what goes on during showers in prison. "Don't drop the soap" is a common phrase around prison and you didn't want to become another victim of sexual abuse.

You quickly got up from your bunk and made your way to the showers, trying to keep your distance from other prisoners. You had to be extremely cautious and alert now, knowing the danger that lurked around every corner in this environment.

As you entered the shower area, you tried to remain calm despite the leering eyes of the other inmates around you. You hoped that you would get out of this experience unscathed, but you

You quickly made your way to the end of the shower line, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention from the other prisoners. When it was finally your turn, you were relieved to see that there were only three other guys in the showers with you.

With a deep sigh, you stripped off your clothes and walked over to a showerhead, trying hard to ignore the feeling of vulnerability that washed over you.

You stood under the warm water for a few minutes, trying to relax and clear your mind. Despite your fears, you tried to maintain your composure, knowing that panicking or provoking anyone could lead to trouble.

As you rinsed off, you couldn't help but wonder how much longer you would have to survive in this harsh environment. You wished for a way out of this situation, for something to change so that you wouldn't have to endure the constant fear and

As you continued to wash yourself, you suddenly felt someone else behind you in your shower stall, causing you to jump in surprise. You turned around quickly to see who it was, feeling a wave of panic wash over you.

You were met with the sight of a muscular man with tattoos covering both his arms and chest, looking at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Hey there, little sissy," he said with a chuckle, his voice laced with malice.

Your heart raced as you realized that you were trapped, with no way to escape his grasp. You knew that this man could easily overpower you and do whatever he pleased, while the other prisoners around you looked on with amusement.

You tried to think of a way to get out of this situation, but it felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs. You felt

As you turned around to see the muscular man behind you, you tried to sound tough and in control, but instead your voice came out shaky and full of fear. "H-hi," you stuttered, feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

The man just laughed in response, his eyes scanning over your body hungrily. He took a step closer to you, his face mere inches from your own. "You're a cute one, aren't you?" he said with a smirk, reaching out to run a hand down your chest.

You flinched away from his touch, feeling violated and disgusted. But you knew that there was nothing you could do to stop him, and that the best way to survive in prison was to comply with the stronger inmates.

You tried to steady your breathing and calm your nerves, hoping that this encounter would be over quickly and that you

Feeling scared and vulnerable, you tried to reason with the muscular man in front of you. "I'll comply with whatever you want, just please don't hurt me," you pleaded, hoping that he would take mercy on you.

The man just chuckled, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "Oh, don't worry. I won't hurt you...unless you make me," he said with a sly grin.

Your heart raced as you felt his hand move lower down your body, dangerously close to your most intimate areas. You knew that you needed to find a way out of this situation, but your mind was blank and you couldn't think straight.

Despite the fear that consumed you, you knew that complying with his demands was your best shot at survival. You just hoped that this encounter would be over quickly, and that you wouldn't have to endure much more

Instinctively, you yelled out for Marcus, hoping that he would hear you and come to your aid. "Marcus!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, trying to draw his attention.

The muscular man in front of you just laughed in response, tightening his grip on your shoulder. "Ha, like your little friend can save you now," he sneered, pressing his body even closer to yours.

But then, to your great relief, you heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, and soon enough Marcus appeared in the doorway of the shower room. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his fists balled up tightly.

The muscular man in front of you backed off slightly, sensing that Marcus was not someone to be trifled with. "Nothing, man. Just having a little fun with the new guy," he said with a shrug.

Feeling scared and vulnerable, you immediately hid behind Marcus, seeking refuge from the predatory man in front of you. You knew that you must look weak and feeble, but you didn't care- your main concern was avoiding getting raped or assaulted by anyone in this prison.

As you clung to Marcus, shaking with fear, you felt somewhat comforted by his protective presence. Despite his rough exterior and criminal record, you knew that he had a good heart and would do everything in his power to keep you safe.

The muscular man in front of you looked on with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, realizing that his attempt to intimidate you had failed. "Suit yourself, newbie," he said with a shrug, before turning around and walking away.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you stayed close to Marcus, feeling both grateful and ashamed of your cowardice. You

As soon as the predatory man walked away, Marcus grabbed your hand and led you to the area where he was showering. Feeling nervous and unsure of what to do, you obediently followed him, knowing that he was your best shot at survival in this harsh environment.

As you arrived at the showering area, you felt a sense of relief seeing other inmates around, providing a sense of safety. Marcus took you to an empty corner, where he turned on the faucet and began lathering up his body with soap.

Without thinking twice, you followed his lead and began washing yourself too, feeling self-conscious and exposed. You tried to keep your eyes focused on the tiles of the shower room, avoiding looking at Marcus or anyone else around you.

But as you washed yourself, you couldn't help but notice Marcus' muscular build and toned abs, feeling a strange attraction towards him

As you were washing yourself, you couldn't help but take glimpses at Marcus' muscular build and toned abs, feeling strangely attracted to him. Unbeknownst to you, Marcus caught your glances, but didn't mind it. In fact, he felt a sense of pleasure knowing that someone appreciates his body.

Marcus continued to wash himself, relishing the sensations of the warm shower water running down his body. He was completely relaxed around you, knowing that you needed his protection and trust.

As you finished washing yourself, Marcus handed you a towel to dry off. You hesitantly took the towel, trying to cover up your nakedness as much as possible. You felt awkward and vulnerable around Marcus, not sure how to act or what to say.

After finishing the shower, feeling vulnerable and scared, you nervously approached Marcus and asked if you could move to his cell. You felt uncomfortable and unsafe staying with your current cellmate, and you trusted Marcus more than anyone else in this prison.

Looking at you with concern and empathy, Marcus nodded his head in agreement. "Of course, Sissy. I'll talk to my cellmate and make sure everything is okay. But don't worry, I'll keep you safe," he reassured you with a kind smile.

Feeling relieved and comforted by his words, you followed Marcus as he led you to his cell. You walked behind him obediently, trying to avoid any unwanted attention from other inmates. As you entered Marcus' cell, you felt grateful for his protection and companionship.