Punk
Copyright 2015 Simplemind


It was late already and Leeroy was lying on the cot in his cell with an old book in his paws that he had borrowed from the prison's library. Though, he didn't really felt like reading right now. There was only one thought on his mind, and it had been there for the whole of the duration of his stay here already: To get out.

He had been in here for far too long already. He had served almost his entire sentence, only the last remaining five weeks separated him from freedom anymore. And if there would come in as much new detainees next week as there have been for the last month, he might even scoot up on the list for an early release, due to the limited capacity of the jail. Repeated shoplifting is a bad enough crime to keep you in for a long time, but if you're lucky, and the jail authorities need the space for the real bad guys, they'll let you out before you've officially served your time sometimes.

The loudspeaker announcement suddenly startled him from his thoughts. The daily call that prompted the inmates to retire to their cells for the night had been both blessing and curse at once for him. Blessing, because it meant he made it through one more day towards his release, and curse because... Well, it's best not to think about those things in a place like this too often. Let's just put it this way: It can be hard sometimes, for a rat of such a short and slim build like him, to get through the day.

Just as the voice of the speaker had asked for, one reason for the tough time Leeroy had entered the cell. It was his cellmate, Edward Morris, commonly known as "Ed". He'd been in here far longer than Leeroy, and from the brief talk he overheard about the reason for his stay here, he decided to not ask Ed for the full story. Domestic abuse, battery, larceny and incitement in an offence were apparently still amongst the non-severe crimes on his record.

Ed was a huge shark, standing over seven foot tall. With arms almost thicker than Leeroy's whole torso, and muscles so big that they were nearly tearing his scaly skin, Ed was someone you really shouldn't mess with. This night he smelled, like so often lately, off cigarette smoke and had a grim expression on his face.

He probably lost a good deal at a game of cards with his friends from the opposite side of the block, Leeroy thought as he hid behind the cover of his book and pretended not to take notice of the shark's obviously bad mood to keep him out of trouble. Trouble was the last thing he needed, considering his nearing release. Not to mention that he probably wouldn't survive a troublesome encounter with Ed. So far, however, they had come along 'okay', if you want to call it that. Since Leeroy's first day here, Ed had been playing somewhat of the protector role for him, which sounds pretty neat in and of itself considering his position in this place. Ed was strong and had strong friends here. A gang you could call it, if it weren't for Ed ripping off your head if you dared so in public, where the wardens might hear. That, though, rose the question, of why on earth Ed would care a shit for a newcomer like him. And that is the point, where the whole story turned sour. Of cause the safety Ed provided wasn't for free, and considering the rat's position, turning down the shark's offer wouldn't have been the smartest idea. And the price Ed demanded was high.

Casually, Ed entered the small room, making him look even bigger, and took his shirt off, tossing it onto the cot above the one Leeroy was lying on.

"Get your stuff out, Lee! It's time to have some fun," he said in his dark voice, towering above the rat still hiding behind the book. And just as if the world wanted to say 'Fuck You!' the siren buzzed through the building and all cell doors, including the one behind the shark, rattled and fell shut with a loud bang.

This was Ed's price. And it had been since his first day here. The worst about that was that no one seemed to care. Certainly not the other inmates, the wardens neither. Even his own lawyer only told him he'd figure something out, and that he'd just needed to get through the first days for him to place him somewhere safe. That, though, was several months ago now.

"C'mon, Ed," Lee said, "it's late and I'm tired. We'll skip it this time, yeah?"

Ed smirked in reply. And, honestly, that was already enough of an answer for Lee to know what he was up to. But of cause Ed had to make his point unmistakably clear, "You know the game already, Lee. It's best for you if you just play along. Or, otherwise, I'll just take me what I want. Got that!"

Knowing that Ed was indeed not afraid to 'take what he wanted', and that he was also ready to use violence in doing so, the rat put the book aside and stood. Knowing the drill, Lee pushed down his pants and bowed over his cot.

Meanwhile, Ed had unbuckled his own pants and his hard cock was hanging out. With an audible sound he spat in his hand and rubbed his saliva all over his shaft, before he kneeled down behind Leeroy. "Good boy!" he said satisfied, as he pressed his tip between the gray-furred cheeks of the rat.

"Don't be so rough this time, at least," Lee pleaded.

"That depends on how well you play along today!"

By now the rat had learned that it was for the best to just let the shark proceed and endure the act. Relaxing had helped him to endure the pain, but it was hard with a guy plowing you that was literally twice your size. This time, though, he didn't get the chance to prepare as he suddenly felt the shark entering him from behind. He squirmed on the thin sheets.

Suddenly the bright floor lights went off and the scarce night lighting switched on, filling the cell with a moderate darkness.

"Hmm... Just the right ambience for some special time, don't you think, Boy?" Ed asked as he drove his member into Lee's rump. He only got a muffled whine from the rat as reply.

As always, Ed was not demurely in his doings and only thought of his own pleasure. Occasionally a whimper escaped Lee's lips while the bigger male thrusted deep into him, but he kept as quiet as possible to not show any signs of weakness. He might be forced to play along with this 'game', but he wouldn't let himself be degraded to this man's personal bitch.

"Argh..!"

He couldn't hold back the sound as the shark rammed his dick all the way into his rear, filling him with meat and pain. Brutally, the bigger man bowed over and added his massive weight onto the smaller body beneath him, pressing Lee into the thin mattress. Without wasting a thought on the pain he was causing the rat under him, Ed grabbed the rodent hard by his neck with his unbelievably strong, gray fingers and pushed his face against the fabric it was resting on. Then he drew nearer and whispered into Lee's ears, "So? Is this rough enough for you, boy?!"

Lee closed his eyes and remained silent. To rise up against him now would only end in more pain for him, so he bit his teeth together. Unfortunately this was also not to Ed's liking.

Using all of his muscle's strength, the shark crushed Lee's head against the bed, which wasn't all that soft-feeling anymore, and drilled his cock forcefully into the rat's ass, before he lifted his voice again, "Didn't you hear?! I asked if you like it, BOY!!!"

Lee held his breath and mustered all of his strength to suppress a whimper. Then he answered with a short and forced, "Yes!"

Lee knew all too well that Ed wasn't very understanding when it came to rejecting him, or, worse yet, to insult him, and that he would easily become aggressive. More than once, the shark had made good use of his sharp teeth. Leeroy still carried a nasty scar on his shoulder from last time.

Soon Ed's thrusting started to take on a faster rhythm and Lee felt the dick in his rear end rapidly move in and out of him. Thankfully he had let go of his head meanwhile. Now he was supporting his weight on both of the rat's shoulders, while he abused him.

Not a moment too early for Lee, Ed came inside him and finally slowed his pace down. The feeling of the shark's seed filling him up from inside was something he had never learned to cope with. Much worse than that, though, was when he pulled it out and left him with this horrible, empty and dirty feeling of being used like a slut.

While Lee slowly tried to recover from his torture, he could see Ed from the corner of his eye. He was looking down on him, and the mess he just made, with a satisfied smile on his face. Then the shark turned around to face the toilet and took a piss, leaving his victim to himself.

While Ed was busy, Lee reached behind him and pulled his pants up, before he rolled himself back onto his cot, feeling the pain in his ass anew.

Being finally done with his regular evening routine, Ed climbed up onto his own cot, using Lee's as a ladder. The prisoner's bed squeaked and screamed under his weight as he settled down on it. After that there was a moment of silence, before Lee heart a match being lit and then noticed the smell of a cigarette in the air.

Before the cell turned completely still, except for Ed's occasional blow of smoke, the shark spoke down to Lee, "You see? It's all half as bad if you're a good boy and just do what you're told, isn't it?"

Lee just wanted to punch him in the face, strangle him in his sleep, spit into his meal... Anything just for the sake of doing something against this. But he clenched his teeth one more time and reminded himself that he only had to suffer through this for five more weeks. At the most!

"Yes," he answered and repeated the words in his head. Just five more weeks. Just five more weeks. But he knew that those were going to be the longest five weeks of his entire life. Ed would make sure of that. Sure, however, was also another thing: He would never ever steal something again, and he would never ever return here.


THE END
