He fucked up this time, he really really fucked up. When he started out thieving seriously, the most he’d usually get was a beating. If he was really unlucky he’d end up with bruised knees and cum on his face but thankfully most cops weren’t quite into him the way his targets were, that might change in the future though; as he’s gotten older he’s found out that his body is a useful tool. Hell, he actually kind of enjoys it sometimes, having fingers tangle themselves in his hair and have his mouth used until he’s gagging on their cock is kind of hot. Then again he’s a 14 year old boy, that could just be the hormones talking. Hormones that go a long way for him, the amount of times he’s using honeytrapping as part of his schemes is increasing, though usually to the men he’s honeytrapping, he pretends he’s 11 or 12, he’s still babyfaced enough for it and the life of malnourishment has meant that his body is very underdeveloped.
That’s not what happened this time though, no one was dragging him into an alley and almost making him puke on his cock (though that did happen once, mostly bile as he hadn’t eaten in three days and he got brutally kicked for doing so). No, this time he’s ended up in cuffs, not ones he could lockpick either, the laser-like hands around his wrists are something he might be able to hack if he had time to learn more about them but he’s never ended up seriously being taken in before and didn’t expect to be. Cops in this day and age would rather leave you for dead in the street than bother with the cost of keeping you in prison and Alban is unfortunately all to familiar with how that can turn out. Even if he could get free of his cuffs, the van is basically inescapable, there’s a drone posted at the doors equipped with a taser. If try get out and you’re getting electrocuted and he’s sure his sentence won’t be too bad, he wasn’t trying to steal diamonds or anything, it was just a new laptop because his old one is starting to die. He'll get through this just fine.
Well he was wrong on that. Being aware of how bad prisons are is one thing, the reality of it is much worse. He’d seen the markings they give to criminals, tattoos of serial numbers on your inner wrist so if you got caught again they’d have your history able to be pulled up easily as many people don’t technically exist. Or they do exist but not legally. When you were born on the streets and grew up there, no one bothered registering you as a person; what’s the point when that’s more likely to get you in trouble. He hadn’t heard of the tracking implant though, injected into your upper arm so that they can always track you down or follow your movements. As soon as his sentence is up, he’s going to have to find a way to cut that out of him. Taking a knife to your deltoid is a painful idea but he’s been through worse in his life. He can probably score something to help with the pain too with money from a couple of nights at the brothel he frequents when he hasn’t stolen enough to get by.
It also turns out being locked in a small cell with 6 fully grown men is another thing that sucks. Bunks stacked 3 high on either side of the room, a toilet that’s in full view of everyone in the cell and anyone walking past and 3 cameras watching the whole thing for security. He’d rather be sleeping under newspapers for warmth on the streets again than deal with the large guy who sleeps above him that always snores. At least he gets fed daily though, not great food but it’s the most access he’s ever had to food in his life, probably the only good thing about being in here. As he gets used to this life, he starts to kind of appreciate it. There’s a roof over his head, he has a bed and he really isn’t that bothered by his cellmates once he gets to know them. Sure one guy is in here for murder but Alban can’t say he wouldn’t kill if it came to it. That’s just how the world is, you do what you need to to get by. He wouldn’t be a thief who whores himself out if things weren’t how they are.
Things start to change 3 weeks in though, it starts with the eyes on him when he pisses, not just at his cock but at his ass too. Hungry eyes, ones he knows he’d be able to make some money off if they were all free. Being used to selling his body he’s not that bothered by it, nor when he finds himself getting his ass grabbed in the showers. He’s probably the youngest and most feminine looking guy in here, if they want to grab his ass a little that’s fine, he can probably exchange it for a favor or two later. It’s when someone’s spit slick finger presses inside while he’s surrounded by about 10 other guys that things change.
They really change when they thrust in a couple of times and manage to hit his prostate. And he moans. It’s not intentional but suddenly all eyes are on him and the fingers inside him keep targeting that exact same spot. There’s no helping the noises that leave him, he’s too used to being violated and besides that as much as he'd basically being raped it just feels fucking good.
No one else approaches until his tiny cock is completely hard but there are more hands on dicks around him than he can count and that’s when it really hits what’s about to happen.
“Bend over whore, been eying you up since day one, just waiting for a chance to get you alone but I guess I can share just this once.” The voice is low and gruff as he speaks, making it clear that this is about to be a gangbang. It’s not the biggest he’s been involved in, he lost his virginity in a gangrape in a bar that definitely had more guys. Or maybe it was about the same amount, he partially mindwiped the memory from trauma, being face fucked, ass fucked, cummed and pissed on was a lot for a boy so young.
“Just be gentle with me, please?” He knows they won’t be anyway and swift slap across his face from another man confirms that.
“Just do as he says, I call dibs on his mouth first.”
“We don’t have to take turns, he’s a little slut, I bet we could get two cocks in his ass at once and he has hands.”
Alban shivers as the water turns off, from suddenly being dripping wet and naked in the cold air or from anticipation for what’s about to happen he’s not sure. It’s going to be brutal and he knows it, forcefully he’s pushed to bend over and he hears the man behind him spitting into his hand and lubing up his cock with it. It’s not ideal but he’s been fucked dry before, now that was awful. As the head of his cock starts to stretch him open, the other forces itself between his lips and nothing else really matters about what’s going around him. He can’t concentrate between being fucked in the ass and face fucked at the same time, and neither are gentle.
A hand grabs his own and he finds it around a cock and hands grip his waste tightly. From how he’s being forced to deep throat over and over again, he feels his gag reflex being triggered and now that he’s actually eating daily, he knows this is going to be messy. There’s no way to even warn the man though, with each thrust he gets closer and closer. It’s almost a relief when the guy grunts and cum shoots down his throat but it’s still too late. Tears stream down his face as the man’s cock is half way out of his mouth and it all comes out, vomit covering the guys dick and dribbling down his own chin. A second lot comes out too, projecting further and covering the man more.
He doesn’t even wipe himself off before slapping Alban again. They have no water time allocation left for the day for their group but Alban’s about to end up the messiest of them all.
“I guess I should wash you off for your little stunt.”
Alban’s eyes close instinctively, he knows what’s coming and it’s far from the first time. Piss hits him hard, starting in his hair, drenching it before his mouth is forced open and used as a urinal. It becomes clear that some kind of barrier as just been broken as a man pulls out and cums on his back before joining in. His crying becomes louder, audible sobs leaving him as he’s used over and over again. He’s cum inside, cum on, pissed on and thrown around like a ragdoll. By the time all the men have had their turn, they just leave him there, crying on the tiled floor on his knees. He’s sure this won’t be the last time it happens. By the time his 3 months is up he’ll probably be so jaded that it doesn’t even affect him anymore.
Slowly he reaches for his cock, he’s still hard, no one card about his own pleasure but he’s close. Even while still sobbing and sitting on a pool of other men’s piss and cum, he gets himself off, only crying harder as he cums over his hand. Hearing the door open, he looks up expecting the next lot of prisoners to start entering and to be used and abused again. He breathes a sigh of relief when it’s a guard.
That was a mistake, upon seeing his state, the first thing the guard does is unbuckle his belt and pull down his fly.