Sam's Noises

I'm a large Brooklyn man who embraced violence at an early age. It didn't take long for me to get into serious trouble, and at age 19 I was doing serious time for a beating I had given a drug dealer who sold me something other than drugs.

He ended up in the hospital, and his sister never left his side. Not sure why a Congresswoman's brother is a drug dealer but whatever- I had some years coming to me.

After months of local and county jails I was finally sent to the big house, a federal prison in the middle of nowhere. I shuffled along the lines and listened to all the lectures and eventually they led me to my cell and I met Sam.

It was my first real stretch, so I was ready for anything my cellmate might try on me, violence-wise. I'm 6'2" and pushing 275 pounds and I knew how to hurt people if I needed to. But I lost all worries about that when I saw the fear in Sam's face.

He was so small it was pathetic, I immediately assumed someone had turned him out. His eyes were big and wet, like he could cry at any time and his face was as soft as a woman's.

"D-do you want top?" he asked after the screws slammed the door behind me. The top bunk was covered in magazines and drawings, obviously his.

I had been in the cell two seconds and Sam was already backing down.

Despite my upbringing and rap sheet, I'm not a bully. I genuinely felt sorry for Sam. He was like a small deer, cornered and waiting to die. But I also wasn't going to fight whatever Lifer had turned him out, and I didn't want Sam to think of me as a hero. Best not to get any hopes up.

"Doesn't matter to me," I told him. "Relax, pal I'm not gonna hurt you."

He visibly relaxed, but didn't smile. "I'm Sam," he said, holding out his hand.

I shook it like a woman's, using fingers instead of a palm. Sam wasn't a man to me. Not in any way that mattered in a place like this.

"I'm Mike and I'm tired," I said. I tossed my linens onto the bottom bunk and laid on them as a pillow.

"Think you can shut the fuck up and let me sleep?" I asked with my eyes closed.

"Sure!" Sam said, much too relieved.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I woke up in the middle of the night with a dick as hard as granite. I was having a great dream, some bar floozy had heard from a friend about my 10-inch cock and wanted it in the bathroom- no holds barred.

That's exactly what she was getting in the dream, too. I was driving so hard and deep into her ass that she was making a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

It was music to my ears.

I had never heard it before, but I was in love. It was the sound of a woman in pain and loving it, being taken and violated in a way that reached deep inside her- physically and mentally.

It was the sound of a slut giving into her daddy, letting him take her however he wanted and feeling an orgasm shake through her whore body just because she knows how good she made her daddy feel.

And then I realized the sound wasn't in my dream. I was awake, and it was still there. Not as loud as in the dream, much more muffled.

It was coming from the top bunk. Sam must have been using a pillow to try and cover it up but he was groaning like a bitch in heat.

He didn't sound like a man at all, which didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was how fucking sexy he sounded. He was whimpering until it was almost crying, loving every second of it. I could hear it as clearly as if he had said it out loud- he wanted to be fucked.

He groaned and moaned, dragging out slow sounds that were sexier than anything I had heard before.

I wasn't kidding about my cock. When it's hard it's a 10-inch behemoth, thick as a coke can. I'm not smart or talented or artistic- but I've got that one thing going for me.

And at that moment it was screaming. I took off my pants just to get some breathing room and it was throbbing pre-cum. Sam had his face buried in his pillow, trying to avoid waking me up as he pleasured himself.

My cock head was wet and sticky but my hand was wrapped around it before I even realized what was going on.

Sam wasn't jerking off, I knew just from listening. He was fingering his ass, trying to be as quiet as possible. And every time I heard a slow, quiet finger slide inside- I heard him make that noise.

What a fucking slut. My cock was hot and full in my hand thinking about Sam making that noise for me. I squeezed my shaft and stroked about half my length. He was driving me wild. I wasn't going to last long and I knew it.

I had done anal on a few women at that time, but always at their pace and only after a lot of working up to it. Woman are terrified of anal with my cock, even the turbosluts. But they made the best noises when they had an orgasm with me splitting their asses open.

Nothing like these noises. Nothing like Sam.

He was picking up the pace and I was starting to notice a very faint rocking of the bunk. It was bolted to the wall so I knew I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't been looking for it.

Sam was fingering his ass and humping his bed. And he was making that noise. Holy shit.

I imagined him wearing a long blond wig and lingerie, sliding up and down on a thick dildo while a thin stream of cum leaked from his tiny cock.

The hot meat in my hand bumped with my heartbeat and cum was all over my thumb. Sam was going faster, the noise had become a high pitched wailing sound. All I heard was begging. He wanted my thick meat inside him so bad and didn't even know it. He was a whore, a slut for cock and being filled.

Sam wanted to cum. He didn't want to cum with his cock in his hand, dreaming of women. He wanted to cum with his hole filled and his face buried in a pillow. He was a cockslut, as depraved and hungry as any of the women I had known before.

I could hear him sucking his fingers, moaning and licking as he wished more than anything to have a man inside him.

Sam started to shake, small at first but then heavily. I knew I wouldn't give it to him gentle. He was turning me on so much it was making me violent, primal. I was going to fuck Sam like an animal. I imagined his slutty ass bent over in front of me as he moaned and pleaded for me to rape his asshole.

Sam's breath caught in his throat and only his finger moved- fucking his ass while his body vibrated.

I dreamed about spitting on his hole and spreading it with my cock head, mixing my cum and spit into the only lube a slut deserves.

Sam shook hard and bit into a screaming pillow as his little girlcock sprayed out girlcum onto his bunk.

I knew it because I saw it all in my head. My eyes closed and my hand slid up and down my cock until I took off my shirt and laid there naked. I trim my balls and pubes but other than that I'm a hairy guy and like it that way.

I listened to Sam finish off his orgasm and then wiggle in his bunk. He slid down the rack and tried to hide his moans as he licked up his cum but I heard and it was the last straw.

I felt it coming and knew it would be big. I couldn't stop a grunt from escaping my lips, a deep growl of release just for a slut who earned it.

In my mind I saw Sam's faggot face covered in my cum, dripping down onto the floor while I fucked him with a newly-hard cock from behind. I was going to make him lick it all up, like a good sissy faggot cumslut.

Hot jizz sprayed onto my wide chest, my flat stomach. Ropes of semen that seemed to come from my feet covered me, and it just kept comming. I felt like my balls had never been emptied before, as I tried to catch my breath with globs of sticky cum all over my body.

I laid there for a long time, and considered just going to sleep.

And then I realized how quiet it was. Sam was frozen, listening. He had heard me grunt and had no idea what he should do about it. I smiled to myself. This guy was such a little bitch.

"Come down here Sam," I said. "and leave your clothes off."

"Huh?", he whimpered. The terror was back.

"You heard me."

There was a pause and I started to get pissed but then he slid down to the floor. He held his hands over his crotch and looked at the floor, ready to be punished. He glanced at my naked, cum-covered body but said nothing.

"Anyone turn you out?" I asked. When I met him I barely cared enough to get involved but that was before.

Sam was confused by the question, and trying to figure out how not to get hurt. "What does that mean?"

I smiled at him and put my hands behind my head. "Get on your knees." I told him.

Sam's eyes closed in terror. I was worried he would start crying for a second, but he knelt down. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"I'm not." I said to him. "Look me in the eyes."

Someone along the way had told Sam not to do this in prison, and I could tell he struggled with it. But then he finally mustered the courage and locked onto my gaze.

It was there he saw it. He knew. And I confirmed what I already knew. There, on his knees with his tiny girlcock on display- Sam didn't see hatred or disgust.

He saw what I was showing him.

He was a cockwhore, and I was his new daddy.

"You're a sissy slut aren't you?" I said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes", Sam said. He suddenly felt comfortable with me and I saw the change happen in an instant. His voice was a moan, a plea. "I don't want to get raped, I'm so-"

"-shut the fuck up." I said. I was being serious earlier when I said I wasn't a bully, but I also know sluts. Not all women are sluts, but once you understand the ones that are, you see that their minds are universal.

Sluts want cock, they want a daddy. They want to be told what to do and to be taken care of, and used. It sounds horrible, but a real slut loves when her daddy verbally abuses her for being bad.

I was helping Sam to not be scared.

"From now on if someone asks you if you've been turned out, you tell them that Mike is your daddy. You belong to me. Youre my sissy faggot cumslut. Understand?"

Sam gave the smallest smile that somehow made him look even more feminine and then nodded. "Yes daddy", she said.

"Good girl", I told her. "Now clean up daddy's cum."

Sam climbed on top of me, accentuating how small she was compared to my wide frame. Her girlcock hung below her, untouched. She made a point to keep her ass high in the air so I could see her curves and to show me she was ready to take another cock.

She would take any cock I told her to, like a good whore.

Sam went to work immediately, softly slurping and licking my cum from every part of me. She loved every second of it, and made that sound as she labored to clean her daddy. That fuckin sound.

Finally she finished with my cock. She didn't seem particularly impressed with me when I was soft, but I knew that attitude would change soon.

She was mine, and so were all her holes. She wiggled her ass and locked her eyes to mine, licking the underside of my dick and sucking hard to slide out every last drop.

She would do anything I told her to. She would suck anyone, fuck anyone- all to please her daddy.

It was all there in her dirty little slut eyes. She wiggled her ass and spread herself wider, showing me how eager she was.

Soon enough, you fucking whore.

When she was finished licking me clean she kneeled back on the floor beside my bunk, waiting for her next instructions.

I knew exactly what they would be.

"Who do you know that will mail you clothing?"