Chapter 4 – Desperate Times

He had been left in his cell for longer than a day now, spending most of his time contemplating the bad hand he had been dealt with. Coming to terms with his name. His body, once strong and magical, now frail and left weak, though he is still bewildered by what 'August' did before he entered this body. He wondered was he still alive back on earth did he and august switch bodies or did the real August bail his way out by suicide.

Everything about this was wrong. Where was the big-tittied goddess who would grant him some special cheat skill. Why wasn't he reborn as an infant instead. He could redo his life all over again. He should be collecting waifu's for his special harem. Not be subjected to torture and harassment. Perhaps he was the problem and this was his special hell, approved by the gods of this world.

His stomach growls, as he stared at the guard eating from well stuffed plate. It resembled was what was called a english breakfast back home, he didn't like beans all that much but boy was he a hungry mess.

The guard teased him, by walking around with the plate of food, slowly fitting in his mouth. "Sorry, twinkie, you can't have any."

"I told you to stop calling me that, I'm not a twink."

"Hahahaha, you sure look like it."

Locked up with as a sexual predator, and guarded by a sexual predator, should not be the other way around. Of course the kingdom wouldn't see it that way. After all he was guilty.

His stomach growls became even bigger. His mouth started salivating, after an entire day of starvation, even the stale bread becomes a delicacy

"Hmm, sweet sausages, absolutely delicious," the guard came closer to him. "Tell ya what, I kinda feel bad for ya. Dicking down the princess, I see nothing with that, hell, I'd do it too if I was in your position."

"But I didn't do anything they accused me off, I'm being framed."

"Sure you are, look, how about you do me a little favor. And I'll share me plate with you."

He didn't like the sound of that, this favor was no doubt the one thing you'll find in any prison economy. The implications of doing such a thing man-on-man didn't sit right with him.

"Fuck no,—I atleast have my dignity." Theodore said with resolve.

Once again, his hunger gnaws at his shrinking stomach, and though he balks at the idea, the void that is hunger convinces him that it may not be the best choice. Large sacrifices for small gains, and yet what else could he.

"There it is, that look in your eye. You chased your mind right there on the spot. I'll go easy on, whattya say."

He looked down on the floor, shame and humiliation. The path to hell was paved for him, might as well make the most of it.

"What do you want me to do."

He twiddled with his thumbs

"Suck me off."

"What!"

"You heard me twink bitch, suck me off like a whore. Suck my cock dry and maybe then I'll give a piece of my food."

A sexual encounter, man-on-man, he would never do if the circumstances weren't dire, has a day gone by when he has not eaten something, he doubted it.

"Ok…how…do…I do this?"

The guard unzipped his pants, opened a hole in his undies, revealing a flaccid but large penis, a thick bush around the guards' balls, and a sweaty smell emanating form the genital area. He stuck his cock through the bars, resting there, waiting to be sucked.

"Well don't keep me waiting twinky, suck it."

"Are you allowed to do this?" he asked. Frightened about the sin he is about to commit.

"what the fuck do you think. Hurry up or I'll open up this bars and face fuck you myself."

He swallowed, he has never done this before, nor had he thought about doing this. This a gay act, by doing this he could argue that he was gay.

He opened his mouth and put the tip of the penis inside, bopping his head back and forth. The taste of sweaty skin overloaded his tasting buds, his own saliva sloshing back and forth, with each movement. The penis slowly expanded with girth and hardening in his mouth, going from a soft little thing to as hard as a rock.

"Use your tongue, swirl around it."

He did as he was told, twirling around the tip with his tongue, the guards foreskin sliding back and forth as he rocked to and fro. Tears welled up in his eyes, why did he have to do this. Was this a mistake.

"Now deeper, choke it."

"mmhmhggghff"

The guard slid it deeper, the dick had started moving passed the base of his tongue over into his throat, he tried to pull back, this was too much for him. The guard grabbed him by the hair, pulling it towards him, it hurt. He didn't like the sensation of pain.

"Don't pull out bitch, I'm almost there." he shouted!

He started aggresively thrusting into theo's mouth, pulling back his messy hair. Theo could feel himself choking, breathing through his nostrils wasn't enough anymore, he wanted air.

"Ahhh fuck."

The guard stopped sliding his cock inside, but didn't let go of his hair.

"Swallow every last drop, let me feed you twice."

He tried removing himself, the last thing he wanted was to eat some weirdo's cum. But the grip was too strong. He ejaculated in his mouth, the taste almost salty mush flooded his mouth, he swallowed it reluctant.

The guard pulled back, waving his shrinking cock about.

"You're better at this than my ex."

As fresh oxygen starting filling his lungs, theo started wet coughing, a mixture of saliva and cum escaped his mouth and fell on the ground. The after taste of cum lingering.

Something bizarre happened to theo, a hot sensation occupied his lower abdomen, he was erect, some sick, twisted part of him. Found sucking off another man hot. He has been twisted corrupted even. He will never regain his dignity.

"What's goin on out there," ANother prisoner shouted. "Did you suck off that man's doorknobs."

"Mind your own fucking business." The guard shouted at the inmate

"That ain't fare boss, I'm hungry too. I'll suck ya for two meals."

"You ain't pretty enough to grace my cock. Can it you ugly bastard."

"i'll report you!"

"good luck with that."

The guard pushed the plate of food between the bars, taking one sausage form the plate and giving the rest for Theo. Theo who was now crying, greedily took the plate from the man. Chowing down on the food.

It was good, really good. Or was it because he was starving, he swallowed as much as he can hoping the food would remove the taste of some older man's sperm from his mouth.

"Tell ya what, I don't know how long you'll be in here for but…" he started making a thrusting sign with fingers. You let me hit that butt of yours andI'll bring ya a home cooked meal what do you say."

There was no going back from this.

He would not, he refused.

He had been reduced to a plaything, some stranger's relief. His old self would never held it down, used like some of the vr characters he had used to fuck. A cum cushion.

Just as theodore finished the plate. The bloc's door swung open, and in steps a mysteriously beautiful woman. It was the same woman who smiled at him, when he was sentenced. Hair dark as the night, black eyeliner, black lipstick, a black blouse and long grey pants. She wore high heels and dark pantyhose.

A gothic goddess, what was she doing in a dump like this.

She walks up to the guard, her attention focus solely on him, a unchanging smirk on her face. Was it amusement.

She takes note of the empty plate, how uncomfortable the guard stood, the tears in Theo's eyes, the position he was in.

She definitely put two and two together.

"I've never seen a star burn out as horribly as yours did." she taunted. "From prideful hero, to gloried cock worshiper. Just for a few scraps, if only you waited a while longer."

"Mam, it's not what it appears to be—" The guard attempts to explain himself.

"Shhhh, you'll keep your job, don't worry, now hurry up and release him. He is my responsibility as of this moment." she removes a piece of paper of out her pockets. "A document of the court proving it, already discussed with your boss. Now hurry up."

"Keep his job, the fuck he will." A prisoner shouted from the back.

She smirked. Theo stared at her like she was a god saving him, salvation.

The guard started stressing. She snapped her fingers. And he released Theo from the cell with immediate haste.

She threw him a set of clothes. She carried beneath her arms.

"Get dressed, I wish to leave, I'm quite busy these days."

He groveled to the floor, catching the clothing before it fell.

"yes, mommy—I mean, yes madam." she raised her eyebrow.

She held her hand infront of her face and giggled.

"My aren't you a sorry mess, August."

August? August. August! Yes he supposed he had to get used to that name. He was august here.

Staring one more time at his gothic savior, lecherous thoughts start forming in his head. He will do his best, he would do anything for her from this moment on. He would lick her boots if she asked him right now. He really has fallen. If only he didn't run after stupid food, he'd have spared himself the dignity.