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Plight of the Weak“Fish,” some random inmate yelled as I was escorted down what I came to know was the catwalk. My name is Blaze Weiss. I’m 24 years old now. When I was first sentenced for stalking by Internet and text message, I was only 18. I didn’t grow up rich so I had some shit public defender that probably graduated from a no name YMCA law school handling my case. I got five years. I kept telling him that I wasn’t stalking her. We were just friends and I was trying to be nice. Plus, her boyfriend was cheating on her and treating her like crap. I wanted to save her.I explained to my lawyer that she led me on. I hate saying this, but it’s the truth so I’ll do it. One of the problems I have is that I have an I.Q. of 76. It’s much lower than normal, but not to the level of mental retardation. Due to this, I’ve always been shy and meek. I ended up at this hell hole. I know I didn’t tell you yet, but I’m a white guy. And, it’s very weird being white in prison – especially when you’re like me. Short, slim, not too smart, and weak. The guard showed me to my cell. Inside was a large, hairy sonofabitch. He had a shaved head and a massive goatee. “Hey, there,” he grinned.I replied mildly, “Hi!”I tried to settle in, but I was so nervous. My celly got up off the top bunk and came over to help me. He whispered in my ear, “You’re gonna need some protection in here, boi! I’ll take care of you.” His name was Marty. Over the next few days, he would get me snacks and such from the commissary. He told me that I was always to be next to him. It made me feel safe and no one bothered me. About a week after my arrival, we were getting ready to turn in.He says to me, “I need some help.”“Sure, Marty. What’s up?”“I need canlı bahis a blowjob.”“That’s gonna be tough. There aren’t any girls around here.”“I know. I need you to give it to me.”“But I’m not gay.”“Don’t play dumb,” he admonished me. “I’m protecting your li’l ass. You owe me. Get over here and suck it.”I looked down at the floor. He yelled, “Now!”He pulled out his thick seven-and-a-half-inch rod. I stared at it in disbelief. He moved towards me and pushed me to my knees. I began to cry. “It’s okay, baby boi. I’ll be gentle if you’re good. But, if you resist, I’ll fuck you up and **** that ass.” I submitted. His dick was uncut and tasted salty. He had me place my hands on his furry, muscular thighs. He guided my head along his shaft. “That’s a good, faggit,” he coached me.Soon, I was on all fours and he was sliding inside me. Marty’s six-foot-one, three-hundred-eleven-pound body was dwarfing me. As he fucked me, another inmate walked past. We became a show for all to see. Eventually, he nutted and everyone knew I belonged to him. The next couple of months were blissful. I cleaned the cell, took care of Marty’s laundry, and serviced him whenever he wanted. I knew he had a gurl. Her name was Chanel. She was a Black tranny. She was slim like me, but had a fat butt and big fake tits. She was at the top of the food chain. He fucked her on the low. No one owned her. She only gave it to who she wanted and she would use sex as a weapon. She had a cadre of willing wolves that would do her bidding in the hopes to bang her out. She despised me. I now know that she set me up.One day I was in the library. All of a sudden I was bum rushed by four Black thugs. They carted me off to a broom closet. I was made bahis siteleri to suck all of their massive dicks. They used a pillow case like a horse bridle around my neck to pull me into their dicks as they fucked me. I passed out from the pain. I cried all the way back to my cell. Marty said nothing to me when I entered. I was hurt. I thought he loved me. He looked at me with disgust. “You’re a mess. Clean up,” he barked.The next day, I was approached by Brains. Brains was a six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound, athletic dude. “You’re moving in with me today,” he told me.“What,” I protested. “You heard me, faggit! I own yo’ white ass. Now shut the fuck up.”I panicked. I ran back to my cell. All of my stuff was piled up in the corner.“Marty, what’s going on,” I insisted.“I’m done with you. Those niggers fucked you. Now, you’re tainted.”“I didn’t want it. They ****d me.”“Shut up, stupid! You’re theirs now.”“But, baby…”“Get outta here before I beat your dumb ass.”I left deflated. I headed back to the common area. Brains was sitting alone smiling. “Come here,” he called out.I approached him with caution.“Have a seat,” he said. “Do you know what happened?”“No,” I admitted.“I bought you.”“What?”“I bought you.”“I don’t understand.”“You are slow I see. I paid thirty-five bucks for you. You’re all mine.”“Huh?”“Damn, stupid! You’re my bitch now. I paid good money and you gotta earn it back for me.”“How will I do that.”“First, you gotta suck my dick. Let’s go to the cell.”We made it to his cell. I nursed his nine inch cock. It was juicy and thick. He kept smacking my booty until he made me bend over. He grabbed a container of Vaseline and stuck his dick in it. He massaged the lubricant along his shaft bahis şirketleri and pushed inside of me.“Take that dick, white boi,” he ordered.“Yes, sir,” I whined.“You like that big nigga dick, don’t you?”“Yes, sir!”“Oh yeah, faggit! Squeeze those li’l ass cheeks on my big nigga dick!”“Owwwwww!”“Relax, boi! Let me fuck that white boipussy!”“Owwwwww. Oh my god!”“Yeah! You gonna make me a lotta money, bitch.”Brains fucked me hard and eventually nutted in my mouth.Living with him, I assumed all the wifely duties. He began pimping me out. He charged five bucks for a blowjob and 10 for anal sex. I was sucking at least three dicks a day. And I was getting fucked once a day. My johns were mainly Black dudes with some and Latino papis.I learned that Brains was a very smart motherfucker. He made sure I was taken care of until he got transferred out.Before he left, he put me up for auction. I went to Monk. He was a squat, muscular bastard with no neck. His dick was eight inches and as big around as a beer can. He took me to my new cell and explained his rules.Every day, he would drink a super caffeinated pre-workout beverage. He was so hype after that. He lifted weights and came back to the cell to fuck me. One day, I was given some crushed up pills to snort. We fucked like rabbits. I was his complete and total bitch boi.Monk sold me to the Muslims. They are a very spiritual group of men. But make no mistake, they like to fuck. There were nine of them. I did everything for them. I fixed their trays for every meal. I barely had time to eat. They made sure I was looked after.I was passed around daily between them. I was their fuck slut. Somehow, I began to love it. I became the very thing they wanted – a soft white boi ripe for the taking. They hated me. Kept me under their spell. I could not and did not fight back. I actually enjoyed it. Now, I’m getting ready to be released. I have no idea how to function without a man to own me. Please help me.

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