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Ok first off. This is my first fanfiction written ever. So hopefully it doesn't majorly suck. ; ) Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Also people! Start writing more T-Bag/Maytag stories. It's a revolution! ; )
Also people! Start writing more T-Bag/Maytag stories. It's a revolution! ; )
The first time Jason saw Theodore Bagwell was when he was getting off the large transportation bus along with the other new inmates, although of course he didn’t know who he was. T-bag, as the inmates called him, was casually gripping the metal rings of the fence as he watched the fish stumble their way out into the walkway to their new home.
He was wearing a white top and seemed to stand with a casual grace, as if he was confident that even though his frame was small there was no one that would mess with him. Compared to Jason who was a little hunched over trying to avoid notice with his bangs falling in front of his face, he couldn’t help but be a little envious.
“Hey T-Bag! Any new fish caught your eyes yet?” A muscular white guy with tattoos covering his arms called out to T-Bag. He was laughing slightly as he regarded the new inmates.
“Mmmhmm, nice new batch they go’ here,” T-Bag replied back in a southern drawl while unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes took in the prisoners, “I’m thinking the one at the end. A nice haircut and he’ll be cute as a button, don’t ya’ think?”
As Jason looked behind him to see who the unlucky guy was, he realized with a sinking stomach that there was no one there. Sticking his hands in his pants pockets he decided to pretend that he couldn’t hear what they were shouting and told himself not to worry about it. It’s not like they’d actually do anything anyways.
XXX
They put him in a cell with some black muscular guy, but who was quiet and didn’t bother him much besides telling him to not touch any of his things if he knows what’s good for him.
Of all the emotions Jason thought he’d feel while at prison, bored was not one of them. But with nothing to do in his cell but to stare at the walls and count the bars on the door, that was just what he was feeling. He couldn’t even start a conversation since every time he tried to his cellmate would just glare at him and tell him to shut the fuck up. So when yard time came about, his only thought was that there was finally something to do.
As Jason meandered around the yard with no destination in mind as he wasn’t in any gang or group, he stumbled into a man the other prisoners called Rock. Rock was this huge black guy and for some reason, Jason thought that he might mind all too much being someone’s pseudo wall.
“Uhh, sorry ‘bout that man. I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going, and uhh..uhh..” Jason trailed off when some of Rocks buddies showed up and so there were six men glaring at him, all who looked twice his size, twice as mean and half as likely to show mercy to some new white fish.
“Oh, did you hear boys? He said he was sorry. Do you think we should accept his apology?” Rock turned his head around slightly to ask his crew in a mocking voice, which sounded strange coming from such a large man. Judging by the heads shaking and laughter – not to mention one who was cracking his knuckles – he could already guess what the answer was.
“No really, I swear it won’t happ-” Jason got cut off as a fist flew into his stomach, courtesy of Rock. Doubling over and trying to get some breath, he was unprepared when a second fist came and hit him over the head.
All too soon, fists and legs were flying at him and he was on the ground wheezing and trying to call for help, not that he had much hope for that. Pretty soon he realized that the punches and kicks had stopped and everyone was on the ground with their hands in the air. The guards on the watchtowers must have fired off their gun, he thought a bit dazed.
He felt someone grab his elbow and raise him to his feet and when he looked over at them he realized it was one of the guards, a balding man that none the less didn’t look all that old. “Get up kid! We’re taking you to the infirmary. Don’t tell me that I have to drag you the entire way.”
When it looked like he did indeed have to drag Jason the entire way he gave a sound of disgust and just pulled him along. Looking over his shoulder at the guys who had been beating Jason he called out, “And don’t think that you’re not going to the SHU for this either Rock!”
XXX
“Tancredi! We have a new patient for you. Got into a fight with Rock and some of his boys. Don’t think he’s too badly hurt though.”
The doctor, Tancredi, looked over and said in an exasperated voice, “Put him over on that table Geary.”
Waiting till Geary made his way out of the infirmary, Dr. Tancredi went over to Jason carrying her binder and said, “Jason Buchanan? Okay, I’m just going to look over your injuries to make sure nothings broken or badly damaged so just lie back and I should be done in about 10 or 15 minutes.”
Jason lay there while Dr. Tancredi poked and pulled at him while making little notes in her binder, trying to think of something else and not what the rest of his prison life would be like if it was anything like this day had been so far.
“Okay I’m done. Luckily you don’t have any broken bones, although your wrist and knee are sprained and you’re going to have a lot of bruises come tomorrow. I’m going to keep you overnight just in case though.” Dr. Tancredi told him with something that looked vaguely like pity in her eyes before she left the room and left Jason with his thoughts.
“Oh my, seems someone’s havin’ problems with those of the African persuasion,” A southern voice intoned lazily, “If you like, I could help you there.”
Looking over to the speaker Jason realized it was T-Bag, the man who had earlier expressed a desire for him.
“Well, you don’t have to say anything right now, boy, but if I were you I wouldn’t take too long or else I might just decide to protect some other cute boy.” T-Bag continued while he leered at Jason.
Once T-Bag left, Jason didn’t think he’d be getting much sleep.
XXX
The next day when he got out, the first thing he did was walk quickly towards his cell with a bit of a limp from his healing knee. He didn’t want to bump into anyone looking for a fight so he was glad his cell wasn’t too far since he could see the looks a lot of the black prisoners were giving him as they saw it was his fault that Rock was now in the SHU.
He had also planned to go see T-Bag as soon as he could. When he got to his cell though, his cellmate was already there sitting on his bed.
“Hey there fish. Listen, I heard that Rock and his buddies gave you a bit of trouble yesterday and I figured I could give you a bit of protection for a little something you could give me.” He looked over him pointedly.
“Uhh, thanks for the offer, but I think I’m good.” Jason said nervously, knowing exactly what he meant when he said ‘a little something’. “In fact, I’ve already got someplace to be so I can’t really talk to you.” Jason continued while edging out of the cell since his cellie was starting to look a little angry over being rejected so pointedly.
Once out, Jason started towards where he knew T-Bags cell was since he seemed like the lesser of two evils – at least he was good looking and wasn’t likely to crush him. Not to mention his offer of protection, since he was starting to feel a little jumpy with all the stares he was getting from the black inmates.
As he got closer it seemed that T-Bag was talking to a bunch of members from his gang, who were all milling around his cells area. When T-Bag saw him coming closer he told his gang to take a walk somewhere else at the moment as he had some business coming up, before motioning his head towards Jason with a predatory gaze. By the time they had all left Jason had made it to him.
Jason stepped up to him and while looking down at his feet said in a hoarse voice, “Hey, umm, about your offer before..” He paused nervously, unsure if he could force out the words that he had planned to say.
“Yes?” T-Bag put encouraging, eyeing the nervous kid in front of him in anticipation, “What abou’ my offer?”
“Well, that is, I – I accept it. If you can protect me I’d be really th-thankful.” Jason stuttered out, relieved that he managed to say it.
T-Bag reached over and brushed a piece of hair away from Jason’s face, ignoring the flinch. In his southern voice, he declared, “Good boy. Now first things first. Your name ain’t Jason anymore, it’s Maytag, and it’s that name that you’ll be answerin’ too, clear? Second thing you gotta do,” and at this T-Bag slunk his hand in his pocket and pulled it inside out, “is grab a hold of this pocket here. You keep a hold on it real tight and go where I go, and everyone in this prison will know you’re mine and know to stay away.”
With only a bit of hesitation Maytag reached out and wrapped his fingers around the white material. Beside him, T-Bag smiled and gently patted his hand. “Good boy.”
XXX
The next few days were considerably more peaceful for Maytag than they had been for Jason. His cellmate never acted on his anger, more wary of what T-Bag would do if he damaged something that was his, and during Yard, he stuck close by T-Bag and his gang.
In fact, in exchange for this protection he hadn’t had to do anything sexual yet, like he had first thought. The closest thing sexual that had happened to him was that T-Bag sometimes slapped his ass when he wanted him to go somewhere or run an errand for him. Although Maytag thought that was more because he liked to see him embarrassed than any sexual thoughts behind it.
As he was following beside T-Bag tonight as they made their way back to their individual cells though, when they passed by T-bags cell, instead of T-Bag slapping his hand off his pocket and telling him to leave as he had usually done during all the previous days, he instead pulled him right into it.
Maytag was a bit confused until he realized that all his personal items from his old cell had been moved over and were now situated on the old desk that T-Bag had at the back of the cell.
“Welcome to your new home.” T-Bag said, while pushing Maytag up against a wall, leaning his arms to the sides of Maytag’s head casually. “I’ve had you moved into my cell, since I think it’s been long enough that I’ve been waiting to have you and my patience is just about over.”
Maytag tried to swallow his fear, since he knew that this day was coming, although so far he had been able to ignore it. Raising his eyes to stare into T-Bags face he quickly nodded his assent, hoping that if he co-operated with him then maybe T-Bag would go easy.
He stayed still as Theodore leaned closer to him and placed a chaste kiss to the side of his lips, before Theodore moved his arms to place them on the side of his head and tilt it so that his mouth covered the smaller boys.
T-Bags tongue caressing Maytag’s lips he said something that Maytag thought vaguely sounded like ‘open’ before returning and plundering the boys mouth. His tongue searched inside his mouth and when Maytag moved his own tongue in response T-Bag gripped the sides of his face hard enough to bruise. When he stopped, Maytag was still a little shaken from the forceful kiss but managed to stay on his feet, despite their heavy shaking.
“Hang a sheet.” Three words. Three words from T-Bag that caused him to shiver with a knowing dread but which also caused something faintly like excitement to roll down his spine. Maneuvering the white sheet so that it hid the cell from the rest of the cellblocks view, Maytag tried not too think too closely on exactly what it was that he would be expected to do before the night was over.
Stepping away from the curtain separating themselves and any eyes which should happen to glance over, Maytag bumped right into T-Bag. Putting his hands on his shoulders T-Bag forced him to turn around.
Leaning forward a little, he licked along the ridge of Maytag’s ear, feeling a shudder go through the boy. Deciding this was enough foreplay T-bag increased the pressure on Maytag’s shoulders and began pushing him down until he was kneeling.
“You know what to do. Or if you don’t, by the time I’m done with ya’ you will.” Gripping his hair painfully, making Jason wince, he whispered dangerously, “And don’ even think about using your teeth.”
Under T-Bags burning gaze, Maytag figured that he better start to learn now. Placing his hands tentatively on T-Bags thighs in order to steady himself for a moment, he moved his hands to the fastenings of the pants and slowly starting to undo them.
Upon achieving his goal he reached into the pants, eliciting a sigh from the man standing above him, and pulled out his cock. Licking his lips slightly to wet them, he gently cupped the cock at its base and attempted to put it in his mouth. Almost immediately gagging he figured he should start off a bit slower first. Using his tongue, he licked a path from the tip to the base and then up again where he wrapped his mouth around the head.
Feeling the hands in his hair tightening at this and figuring he was doing something right, he added his tongue to the head and swirled around it, taking a few more inches in.
T-Bag groaned loudly and when Maytag started to try to take the rest in but stopped, T-Bag shoved his entire cock in. Chocking and gagging, Maytag tried to push on T-Bags thighs to get him to stop but he just kept pumping his hips in and out of Maytag’s mouth. Realizing that the struggles were fruitless, he tried to open his mouth wider in order to accommodate the size but still couldn’t really breathe.
When T-Bag stilled and grunted loudly, spilling his seed in the working boys mouth while some of it dripped down his chin, he pulled out suddenly and took hold of Maytag’s mouth.
“Swallow it.” T-Bag said while keeping his vice-like grip on Maytag’s mouth, making sure that the boy couldn’t spit it out. Seeing his Adams Apple working he released the boy who lay there breathing hard, trying to get enough oxygen into himself and moving his knees to force some more feeling into them.
“That was very good for your first time,” T-Bag drawled bending over to pull his shoes off before stepping completely out of his pants, “Let’s hope you’re as good as that for your other first time.”
Hearing this, Maytag looked up at him and brushing some hair out of his face realized that he was crying.
“Aww, what’s wrong baby? Don’t worry, Teddy will be real gentle like.”
Knowing he didn’t really have much of a choice anyways and wanting to keep T-Bag in a good mood, Maytag nodded his head as he wiped his tears away.
T-Bag sort of smirked at Maytag as if he could tell what he was thinking before pulling his top off and motioning for Maytag to do the same to his own clothing. Once both were naked T-Bag took Maytag’s hand in his own and led him over to their bunk bed, pushing him down on the bottom one.
Giving Maytag a smirk, T-Bag started licking and biting along his neck before moving down his chest and swirling his tongue around his nipple, causing Maytag to gasp.
After spending an appropriate amount of time there he continued on his way down Maytag’s body. Reaching his thighs he started to knead them in his hands while licking Maytag’s hipbone, pushing down on him when he tried to jerk them upwards.
“Do I need to tie you down boy?”
Regarding Maytag’s sudden stillness as the answer he absently patted his hip before getting up and rummaging around on their sink counter. Turing back around, Maytag could see that he was holding a tube of lubricant and thanked God for small favors.
Clambering back onto the bed T-Bag positioned himself so that he was straddling him. Opening the tube he spread some of the lubricant on his fingers before taking one of Maytag’s legs and pushing it on his chest, in order to get more access to the cute boy lying under him.
Slowly stroking and circling his hole for a few moments while Maytag trembled, he pushed the first finger inside, causing a loud gasp to sound. Moving it around, he quickly added a second finger and started scissoring before adding a third.
Pretty soon Maytag was writhing underneath him, not sure if he wanted the fingers out or if he wanted them deeper. Deciding that was enough preparation, T-Bag turned his attention to the tube of lube again and got some more out and adding it liberally to his cock.
“Ready?” And before Maytag even had a chance to respond T-Bag shoved his entire cock into Maytag, causing a loud scream to rent itself from him.
“Ohhh girly, you are so tight, you know? Gods, you feel so good.” T-Bag panted heavily to the young man who was now sobbing under him and trying to push T-Bag off in order to get rid of the burning pain between his legs.
Grabbing Maytag’s wrists he pulled them over his head before starting to pound into him, causing the bed to jerk and Maytag’s knee to become crushed to his chest. After of few minutes of the brutal sex, the pain started to lessen a bit and when T-Bag jerked his hips a little, Maytag felt a wave of pleasure surge through him and gave out an involuntary moan.
“Ahhh, found your sweet spot have I?” T-Bag inquired before continuing to thrust into him, managing to hit that spot over and over. When T-Bag reached between them and grabbed onto his cock though, he realized that he had become hard from all the stimulation. And when T-Bag started stroking it in rhythm to his thrusts, it didn’t take long for him cum.
Shortly after T-Bag followed this with a loud growl emptying himself in Maytag and pulling out with a slight pop. Adjusting himself beside Maytag he draped his arm across his shoulders and pulled him closer to spoon him.
“Mmmhmm, see? That wasn’t so bad was it?”
“Yeah.” Maytag replied in a voice just a little hoarse. “Not so bad.”
“Glad you think so. Since we’ll be doing it a lot from now on.”
Maytag wished those words didn’t make a spike of anticipation and pleasure carve its way through his body and right to his cock.
Feeling T-Bag touch his hair gently he heard him murmur into his neck before falling asleep, “We’re gonna’ need to get you a haircut though.”
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