Chapter 2: First Night

The cell block was loud, chaotic, and smelled of sweat and bleach. I kept my head down, trying to make myself even smaller as I was led to my cell. My bunkmate was already there — a massive, dark-skinned man named Jamal. 6’4”, heavily muscled, with tattoos covering his arms and neck. He looked like he could snap me in half without trying.

He eyed me slowly as the guard locked the door.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” His voice was deep, amused. “They sent me a little doll.”

I swallowed hard, pressing my back against the wall. “I-I’m Alex. Just… keeping to myself.”

Jamal chuckled, low and throaty. He stood up, towering over me. “You won’t last a week in here looking like that, pretty boy. Soft face. Soft hands. That ass…” His eyes drifted down. “Yeah. You gonna need protection.”

My heart hammered. I wasn’t sure if I was more scared or… something else. A strange warmth pooled in my stomach. I’d spent years trying to feel like a man. Here, in less than an hour, someone had already decided I wasn’t.

That night, lights out came too fast.

I lay on the bottom bunk, curled up, when I felt the mattress shift above me. Jamal climbed down. The cell was dark, but I could feel his presence.

“You scared, little one?” he whispered.

I nodded.

“Good. You should be.” His big hand rested on my hip, heavy and warm through the thin jumpsuit. “But if you’re smart… you’ll be good to me. I’ll keep the wolves off you.”

His fingers traced up my side, almost gently. I shivered. No one had ever touched me like that. My cock twitched in the loose prison boxers — small, betraying me.

Jamal noticed. He let out a soft laugh.

“See? Part of you already knows what you are