After about a half hour of rehearsing about how I was gonna beg at the feet of who ever came to visit me, I decided it was time to move on. Mal has been asleep this whole time, I think. It was about then I was starting to get anxious.

He was gonna want to have sex later, that's just a given at this point. The first time had hurt so bad I swore I felt something rip, even now I was still pretty tender but I don't think Mal was gonna wait any longer.

I grimaced as I tried to think of what to do. I had been well, curious before about my sexuality. I had often found myself fantasizing about a few ideas that had been weird to me at the time, having a three way with both a guy and a chick, never quite worked up the nerve to actually make that happen yet but still.

I thought back to my few brief searches on the internet, I never gave myself much time while I was searching on account that my brother Jean and I shared a room. That was definitely something I did not what to have to explain my way out of! I felt a mild blush come to my cheeks at that.

I found my hand creeping down to my pants as I remembered the few snippets I managed to dig up. For male intercourse you have to properly stretch your partner to prevent injury, something I learned first hand. Wait, it said lube was needed, I didn't have any so I stuck my fingers in my mouth and started sucking on them to try and get them as wet as possible.

After I was satisfied with that I unbuckled my pants and felt my hand reach down into the front of my pants, maybe this would be easier if I gave myself a good stroking? I bit my lip to try and keep quiet so I didn't wake Mal up, I didn't want him joining in on this, I want to be able to have some fun for a change.

After making sure I was warmed up I worked up the nerve to try and slip a finger in. I quickly and gently slipped a finger in as quickly as possible before I psyched myself out of it, wincing as my ass was still sore from the past abuse. Ok now, nice and slow. I slowly worked my finger in and out trying to figure out what to do, I read that this was supposed to feel good but it just felt weird to me.

As I was rubbing myself I felt my hole begin to loosen up a bit so I dared to try and slip in another finger. Ouch! Ok, gotta be a little more gentle when trying that. I took a deep breath and tried to will myself to relax, my body was remembering what happened a few days ago and was involentarly clenching on my fingers as I tried to ready myself. This wasn't going according to plan but I doubt Mal was gonna take it easy on me after what happened earlier.

I felt a shudder run through me, the idea of Mal was like a splash of ice water on my steamy intentions and was not helping. I stopped for a second and took another deep breath and tried to get back on track. This was harder than I thought it would be.

I rubbed my fingers along my inner walls trying to find the good spots, I heard men have their own G spot of sorts, I just need to find it. I tried scissoring my fingers and gave a small cry of pain at the stinging that accompanied it then froze.

There was a slight creaking from above and I felt my heart stop for a second. Oh no! Please don't tell me that I actually woke him up. After a second the creaking settled and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, he must have just been turning over or something.

Ok try and hold it in better.

I changed the angle of my fingers and felt lightning shoot through my body as I lifted off the bed. Oh hello! It took a few seconds for my vision to focus again, I think I just found what I was looking for. What was a weird discomfort was shifting into a weird sort of pleasure, my aching cock was just begging for some more attention so I gripped myself tight and gave it a few pumps. Hot damn! No wonder some guys did this!

As I was pumping myself I slipped in a third finger and didn't even wince this time it was feeling so good. I thrusted in my fingers brushing that spot again and again and actually moaning aloud. Holy fuck this felt good! "Oh yeah! Fuck me!"

I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull out my fingers as my eyes popped wide to see Mal grinning down at me. "Well don't mind if I do." Before I even knew what happened Mal thrusted himself into me with one long smooth thrust. I felt myself release a strangled moan as he began fucking me.

"Here I was just laying in my bed when I heard my queen moan out and I thought to myself, did someone sneak in and start getting frisky with my bitch? I was about to come down and rip someone's dick off but when I looked it was just my favorite slut jerking himself off." He turned me onto my side and hooked my leg over his shoulder as he continued despite my pained moans.

"I was just going to sit back enjoy the show but then you yelled out that you wanted to be fucked, and I just couldn't deny such a request now could I?" I clenched my eyes shut in pain at a rather hard thrust. I know it might piss him off but I couldn't help but bite back with "yeah because I'm not allowed to get off without you anymore can't I?" He gave a laugh and looked me in the eyes "you're a quick learner aren't you? That's good, now tighten up some." He pressed himself down harder on me and I groaned in pain as I felt my hip straining in this position.

Mal's thrusts were starting to get harder as he grunted with the effort, my gut starting to strain as I felt a coil that I had started tightening up earlier was threatening to snap. I grunted and rolled my hips in time to Mal's aggressive thrusts to find some sort of release for myself. I hadn't gotten off in almost three weeks and I was desperate for some form of release at this point.

I took in the wet slapping of our hips as he slammed his hips against mine. The grunts of effort and the feel of his hot breath washing over my neck, the look of deep concentration on his face as he plowed my ass.

I felt something snap and my vision went white as hot lighting shoot through my body, the sheer force of my orgasm had me black out for a minute. I came to by Mal smacking me hard across the face. I jerked to attention feeling him thrusting erratically until he stopped and I felt him hose down my insides with his hot cum.

He collapsed onto me gasping for breath like I was. Damn; that felt so good. It was about then that I realised what had happened. My warm sunny afterglow shriveled up and died like a slug getting a mountain of salt poured on it. Did I just get off while getting my ass fucked by Mal? The very idea was bringing back all sorts of questions that I fought to throw in the mental closet where I stored all the other things I didn't want to think about.

That closet was starting to get full.

Mal sighed in relief and pulled himself out of my stinging hole. I felt his cum start to gush out in a warm sticky mess, I wanted to go and spray off again, I smelled disgusting and felt sticky all over.

I turned to get up from the bed but my legs just weren't going to support me. I groaned and gave Mal a pitiful pleading look. He arched a brow before snorting and nodding. He put on a fresh pair of pants and walked out into the hallway in the direction of the showers. Wait, how did I just get him to do that? What did I get him to do exactly?

My question was answered when he brought back a clean towel and a wet rag that he threw at me. "I'm going to watch the news, be good." He said that in a sickly sweet tone. I nodded to him as he looked me over with a self satisfied grin before turning to the door and shutting it behind him, leaving me some privacy to wash myself off. It was a small mercy, probably a reward for my little show earlier.

Now that I was alone again I felt myself shudder as I began to furiously scrub myself off. Why did I try and jack off when he was here? Why was I so fucking stupid? Why?!

I finally had the time to properly scrub myself raw. I just couldn't get off that layer of sickly looking grime again even with the extra time before I finally gave up. I decided to put on my loosest pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt and walk out of the cell towards the wreck room to join Mal. If I go anywhere else without his permission Mal would get mad.

I walked in just in time to see two of the guards wrestling with Mal who was furiously fighting against them. I hid towards the back of the group of people who had gathered to watch the fight and leaned towards Jake to ask what the fuck was going on.

"Tom came clean about what had happened to his shoulder, they came to take Mal to a questioning room to get his side of the story. They always put on a show. He'll be back in about two hours, he always is." My eyes widened at that. Two whole hours? Two whole fucking hours! I can call home and beg someone to come in and get me the fuck out of here!

I felt a little bit of hope well up inside me at that, I made sure not to let it show though, I knew he was watching me so instead I tried to look upset as they hauled Mal away, with the look he gave me I think I managed to just squeak by.

As soon as he was out of the room I felt everyone present including myself finally relax. Slowly everyone spread out and found something to do. Since I had a bit of time to breathe now I sat down to have a chat with Jake.

"What the hell happened since I was gone?" I jumped straight to the point, Jake never really was one for small talk. He looked exausted as he rubbed his face with a hand. "It was about three months after you last left. He strutted in like he had just returned home after a short vacation or something. He broke Tiny's back his first night here." Hank, aka Tiny, was the biggest bastard to ever visit this facility, he had to be three hundred pounds at least, dumb as a cinderblock and had all the charm of one too. He had been thrown in here about five times for putting kids in the hospital from fights he frequently started. He was often kept in a separate part of juvie meant for the really dangerous kids but he was allowed on occasion to mingle with the rest of us. That normally would end when he would break someone's arm or leg or even collarbone that one time.

"He declared himself in charge and struck up a deal with the guards, he keeps us in line and as long as he doesn't kill someone then he's free to do whatever the hell he wants." He looked at me for the briefest second before shuddering and looking away. "He put me to work as his food guy. I get him the best food and I often get to go next in line after him, well after you now." He grimaced while trying to avoid the obvious topic of what my job was. "Better you than me man... sorry." I was slightly offended by that but I let it slide with a "don't worry about it. I don't want to be me either."

We sat there a few minutes before he spoke up again "I heard Chester weaseled in a bottle of booze, want some?" Normally I avoided alcohol here because there was no telling what was actually mixed into it, but after everything that's happened I would have killed for even a sip of it right now.

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I walked back up to my cell whistling my favorite tune, questioning this time went by pretty fast, got another four months added onto my sentence, got laid earlier, got Vito tied down again. Bastard must have gotten loose when I was working on the others. Mike, Chester and Svetlana were all still tied down good and tight. Besides that little slip up earlier it's been an all in all good day.

My bitch was even starting to come around to the idea of his place at my feet. I need to make sure he starts eating more, I'm pretty sure he skipped lunch while I was out. I can't have him collapsing and needing to be carried to that damned infirmary again.

I rounded the corner into my cell and was immediately hit with the strong almost pungent smell of booze. While I wasn't expecting that, what really caught me off guard was the sight of my bitch leaning and swaying as he turned around to face me.

Was he drunk?

His reaked like a brewery and turning around had only made his swaying worse. Alright, he was drunk, but where the hell had he gotten it? I was taken aback as he jabbed an accusing finger at me and yelled "you whore! Where the hell have you been?" I stood there with my mouth agape as he narrowed his bloodshot eyes at me. "I break my back cooking and cleaning around here and you just stroll in like, 'how do you do?' I know you're fucking the neighbour's girlfriend you BITCH!" He was slurring his words so bad I had trouble making out what he was saying.

He took a swig of the bottle or what all was left of it before he chucked the bottle at me. I ducked in time and heard it shatter on the wall behind me, I watched him stagger slightly as he caught himself on the bed as him as he continued. "I know you're cheating on me! If you're gonna go out fucking the whole neighbourhood then can you at least zip your fucking pants up before you come home!"

He about fell on his face as he leaned forwards with his hands on his hips. That lasted for about a second before he stumbled forward and threw his arms around me, sobbing into my chest before backing up and screaming in my face "WHY DO YOU NEVER LOOK ME IN THE EYE WHEN WE MAKE LOVE?!"

I was positively dumbstruck.

I cringed away as he gagged, clapping his hands over his mouth before spinning around and hurling into the toilet in our cell with loud heaving retches. I just blinked and tried to understand what all I had just heard. Huh? What in the fuck did he drink? I looked at the remains of the bottle and dipped my fingers in the small puddle of dark liquor that was left after his little rampage.

Whiskey? No it wasn't just that, I think it was a whole cocktail of various alcohols. How much did he drink? And that begs the question, why didn't he save me some?! Dammit I'm gonna beat Chester's ass for this!

I heard a loud thump and turned around to see him passed out on the floor next to the toilet. Great, just great. Now I have to drag him down to the infirmary again to get him treated, just lovely.

I may as well get started, I'll have to deal with Chester later for this.

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I sat chained to the giant rock. Vito had made an escape earlier but didn't bother to come help any of us. I need to get out again but Mal is on high alert now, maybe when he's asleep I can start sneaking peeks outside, I might even be able to convince Duncan to start talking to the nurses and get my medicine again. If I just hadn't ran out of pills that one day I wouldn't be trapped in here right now. Either way I hope I can do something before he gets us locked away for life.

(Author Notes: Hello my dear sick little duckies! I am Sick Little Ducky on this account but if you like my stories and don't want to have to wait for me to slowly work on bringing this account up to speed then you can skip the whole process by going straight to my AO3! I am Saita the Kirin and believe me when I say how much I love getting and responding to comments on both sites! It's the highlight of my day and I love chatting and answering questions. I'll leave a link to my AO3 and my Malcan discord (18+ duh) if you wish to join me there! Also as a side note, several of these stories are either finished or in progress and more importantly, some of them are old and in need of updating/being given a face lift so to speak. Stories posted here will be slow as I have to wait through the good old 10 day wait to post more then two stories a day. I thank you for your patient and hope you enjoy this dark little corner of the internet I sit in.)