Monsters in the Darkness

Monsters in the Darkness

 

When it comes to rape,

not even men are safe

 

Three Stories of Bi and Gay Rape

Prisoner 874312

The Monster and the Darkness

The Big Surprise

 

 

R.R. Ryan

 

© Copyright 2025 by R.R. Ryan

 

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

Prisoner 874312

 

“Prisoner, 874312, bend over, place your hands on your ass cheek, and pull the outward,” the man said. The tall, ruggedly handsome guard spread lubricant over a gloved hand, put his hands together, and rubbed the goo over his fingers and hands.

 

874312 might have found him attractive in another setting. But knowing the man was about to shove his hand into his asshole wasn’t an appealing proposition. This was an enormous mistake. He wasn’t involved in any robbery. How had they found him guilty?

 

In fact, 874312 wasn’t even robbery adjacent. He didn’t know any of those who’d been involved. Well, neither did the cops. 874312 was parked outside the bank when it went down. The men ran out, their car wasn’t there so they commandeered his.

 

They forced him to drive four blocks and go into a parking structure. They got out and disappeared two minutes later, still in shock and parked in the car park the cops arrested him. 874312 had been manhandled during his arrest. One of cops felt him up, telling him he’s pretty enough he’ll be used as cunt in prison.

 

They threatened him, questioned him for twelve hours straight. He’d not ask for a lawyer, he believed that would make him look guilty. One of the detectives had told him tales of what people like him had endured in prison. What happened to pretty boys, with androgynous and soft looks.

 

All of this was done in effort to make him give up his partners. Only he had no partners to give up. The trial took less than a day and after thirty minutes of deliberation the jury came back with a guilty verdict.

 

The next day, he was here, a maximum-security prison, and about to have his ass probed by man with big hands. He’d lived in foster homes all his life. At sixteen he’d gone to court and gotten a judicial decree of emancipation. He quit school and went to work. He’d supported himself without resorting to any criminal activity. And now, in the same courthouse, a judge and jury branded him a bank robber and threw him in jail.

 

Threw him to the wolves.

 

“I’m going to physically inspect your rectum for contraband,” the handsome guard said breaking his momentary trip down memory lane. “So, son, bend over. There is nothing personal in this.”

 

The young man followed the instructions and closed his eyes, willing himself away from the humiliation. He went to his happy place, escaping for a few moments that pain. He’d done it before, back in foster homes. Brutal foster fathers and harsh punishments for perceived wrongs. Or worse, unwanted attention from them because he was pretty like a girl.

 

After the inspection, he dressed in tidy-white underwear, a t-shirt, gray pants, a gray button-up shirt, white socks, and white athletic shoes. On the left breast pocket, 874312 was stamped in white.

 

The guard watched him undress and redress. His eyes were cruel and his handsome features distorted. The kid knew what that meant. The man checked the door, making sure it was locked. He reached up and switched off the camera. He walked over to the boy, put his hands on the young man’s shoulders and pushed him to knees.

 

“I’m sure a pretty lil’ girl like you knows what to do. Unzip my pants and fish it out,” he said. Taking handful of long, blonde hair, he twisted it until he knew it hurt the prisoner. “Now, sweetheart, make me fill better.”

 

The guard’s eyes gleamed with desire as he held the young man’s head, guiding him towards his throbbing cock. The young man hesitated for a moment before taking it into his mouth. He hated every inch of its thickness. He faked a moan softly around the stiff shaft, sending shivers down the guard’s spine. His fingers pulled the hank of hair, forcing him closer as he groaned in approval.

 

“That’s it, baby girl. Take it all.”

 

The young man obliged, taking more of the guard’s cock into his mouth until he gagged slightly. The guard chuckled darkly and, using the hair, fucked the boy’s face with vigorous thrusts. The boy’s eyes misted, and as the abuse continued, tears ran down his face.

 

Without warning, the guard withdrew his cock from the eager mouth.

 

“Not yet,” he said. “Stand up and drop your pants and underwear.”

 

Rising, the kid did as ordered. He wouldn’t make waves. He wanted to serve his three-to-five and avoid trouble. He stepped out of his discarded clothes and covered his small, hardened cock.

 

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. There was an almost angry lust laced in his tone. The young man complied without hesitation, revealing his smooth ass cheeks to the guard. With a smirk on his lips, the guard took the tube of gel and lathered it on his prick. He positioned himself behind the trembling boy and rubbed his cock against his entrance teasingly before he jabbed it inside in one swift, brutal motion.

 

The boy let out a gasp at the rough intrusion.

 

The prison guard pounded into the petite young man’s asshole at a fierce pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room with their heavy breathing and the guard’s piggish grunts of satisfaction. The guard reached around to grab one of the boy’s cock, jerking it hard, he bucked into him violently.

 

“You like that?” he asked cruelly between breaths.

 

“NO.”

 

“Sure, you do. You like being fucked, you sissy cuntass.”

 

The boy nodded, hoping it would end soon.

 

The bull groaned and moaned, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through.

 

The kid sobbed and cried from being roughly used by this monster who claimed his ass. They continued like this for what felt like hours. Their bodies moved together. The guard satisfied his twisted need to control the young prisoner. Until finally, he reached a climax, and the boy lost his load simultaneously.

 

The guard groaned loudly as he felt hot cum shooting up his shaft straight into the boy’s ass.

 

“I’ll be seeing you once a week. Now, here,” the bull pulled a small bottle filled with liquid out of a cabinet and handed it to the kid. Squirt that up your ass and take a shit.”

 

The boy crapped out the evidence of his violation. Flushed the toilet, and the guard turned the camera on to show him pulling on his garments after relieving himself. And anyone check the footage would believe the guard only gave prisoner 874312 privacy.

 

He was introduced to several other prisoners by number only. The guards never referred to inmates by their names. After a few minutes, an older man, a large, strong-looking prisoner, was introduced to him as his cellmate.

 

“874312, this 469238, a lifer. He’s also your cellmate. Be careful, young man. This gentleman is here on three consecutive life sentences. He’s a tough cookie.”

 

“I’m a sweetheart, 874312. Don’t let ole Bates here fool you,” the man said, sliding in next to the kid. Sliding his arm around the boy. “You and me, Kid, are gonna be the best of friends. I’ll take care of you.” Then he whispered into his ear, “You’re cute, sweetie.”

 

Deep in his lizard brain, a bell went off, run… but he couldn’t run. The bigger man pulled him closer and kissed his ear.

 

“Your long hair really makes you girly. I like that.” 469238 pushed his between the boy’s arm and his side, moved around to his chest, and he cupped the young man’s peck, and messaged it like a boob.

 

Every prisoner knew the new kid in the cellblock belonged to 469238 and they wouldn’t touch him. No matter how lovely he looked, no matter how they could pretend he was girl while the fucked, no one would. Well, a guard or two might, not prisoner would.

 

After supper, everyone retired to their cells. The older man sat on the top bunk, smoking and watching the younger fellow. As he watched his cellmate, he thought about using him. He knew the kid had no choice and couldn’t fight him. 469238 saw and smelled fear. The guard gave the kid to him.

 

874312 flipped through an adult magazine, trying to show he wasn’t a queer. The man’s eyes, lustful looks, and causal, cruel words meant as compliments frightened him. When they stripped to their underwear, 469238 gave him another flattering remark.

 

The man dropped to the floor, glanced through bars and checked the corridor. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his cock turned and watched the boy as he jacked off.

 

The kid gazed at the enormous prick. He looked back at the magazine, back to the mushroomed prickhead. Back staring at the girls, back to the girthy cock. 874312 couldn’t take his eyes of the older man’s enraged penis. It was the biggest he’d ever seen.

 

The big bastard shot thick white ropes of cum across the cell floor and sighed. He cleaned his cock with toilet paper and flushed it.

 

“Nice legs.” he pulled a pair of boxers out of the small set of drawers. “Here, these are better than those.”

 

The boy started to pull off his briefs, “Would you turn around?”

 

“No, cutie pie, I won’t. No place to be shy.”

 

He changed but turned away while he did.

 

“Umm, sweetie, you got a nice, little, round butt. Very tempting.”

 

A thick stench of disinfectants and a reek of sweat wafted through the cellblock. Also wafting with those odors was a faint tang of fear in the narrow prison cell. The fluorescent light overhead flickered faintly, casting an eerie, unnatural glow over the two bunks.

 

“Lights out,” boomed over the speaker system, and the cellblock fell into darkness.

 

The older man grabbed the rail of the upper bunk, swung up, and turned his back to the boy.

“Better get in your bed, Kid.”

 

The younger prisoner, an 18-year-old boy, not really a man, 874312, lay on the bottom bunk, his slight frame tense, his shallow breaths. After an hour, the older man turned over and peeked down at the boy.

 

His long, golden hair cascaded over the edge of the mattress like a river of moonlight. Though the boy was beautiful, far too girlish for prison, there was nothing attractive about the scene.

 

The older man, prisoner 469238, had been quiet most of the night. His heavy breathing the only sound other than the pounding of the boy’s pulsing blood in his ears. The kid faked being asleep. The man bided his time. His cock twitched, and he reached down and pulled off his shorts.

 

At a little after one in the morning, the silence broke. The younger boy felt the weight shift on the bunk. The springs creaked with a sudden movement. Before he could react, the man was on top of him, his massive frame crushing the air from his lungs. The boy’s heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears like a frantic drumbeat.

 

“Shush, shushs, shushs. Don’t make a sound,” the man said, his voice low and menacing. 469238’s breath blasted hot against the boy’s face. The boy’s eyes widened, his pupils dilated in terror as he struggled to breathe. He tried to push the man away, but his frail arms were no match for the brute strength above him. The man’s hands were rough and calloused.

 

The boy’s pants and underwear were yanked down swiftly, the fabric scraping against his skin. He felt a surge of panic as the man’s hands groped at him, his mind racing with a mixture of fear and disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Not on his first night. Not like this.

 

The man shoved something small and round inside his ass, and a greasy something squirted inside him. He felt a warmth spreading through his rectum, a sticky, viscous fluid that seeped into him, filling him with a sickening heaviness. He pulled it free and tossed the tube away. It fluttered across the room and landed on the floor by the toilet.

 

And then he felt it—a malignant, foreign, invasive pressure against his most private place. Fatter than guards, more bulbous, insistent demanding entrance. Something terrible pressed into his sphincter, and the boy’s breath caught in his throat. An anaconda ready to strike and send its white, creamy poison deep into the kid’s guts.

 

He wanted to scream, to cry out for help. But his voice refused to respond. The freak’s hand clamped down over his mouth, muffling any sound he might make. The kid’s eyes watered as the pressure intensified, a searing pain shooting through his body as the man forced his way inside.

 

“You’re pretty like a girl,” the man whispered. “Your legs are sexy and hairless, incredible attractive. You’re a cunt who cares about her looks.”

 

The 50-year-old’s voice dripped with a sickening leer. The boy’s mind recoiled at the words, his stomach twisting with nausea. He shook his head, trying to plead silently, but the man just laughed, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers of horror down the boy’s spine.

 

“No, no, please, no!” the boy cried out, his voice muffled by the man’s hand. The words tumbled free in a desperate, panicked rush, but anguish was the only answer. The man’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into the boy’s jaw as he held him in place.

 

“I told you to keep quiet, bitch.”

 

The pain was unbearable, a sharp, tearing sensation that made the boy’s vision blur. The man’s movements were relentless. Each thrust forced the boy down further into the hard mattress. The boy’s small body shook from sobs. 874312 trembled uncontrollably as he struggled to endure the assault.

 

The donkey-dong busted deeper into him. In and out, it slid, destroying resistance, crushing pride, and heaping humiliation on top of degradation.

 

“Take it, bitch,” the man growled, his voice low and menacing. “Take it or I’ll really hurt you.”

 

The boy’s heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears like a frantic drumbeat. The petite prisoner felt the elder’s prick throb as cum surged into his guts.

 

The man’s hand was still clutched the boy’s hair, his grip tight and unyielding. He tossed him to the floor. Twisted his hand in 874312’s hair again. The boy’s scalp burned from the pressure, but he didn’t have the strength to struggle anymore. He lay there, his body broken and his spirit shattered, as the man’s laughter echoed in the small cell. The sound was cruel and mocking, a deep, guttural noise that made the boy’s blood run cold.

 

Swinging his legs off the bunk, he jerked the boy to his knees between the man’s legs.

 

“Open your mouth, bitch,” the man growled, his voice low and menacing.

 

The boy hesitated, his mind racing with fear and disbelief. But the man’s hand tightened in his hair, yanking his head back painfully. The boy’s eyes watered as he was forced to look up at the man, his vision blurring through the tears.