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        Geno was alone. He’s always been alone, his parents died in a horrible crash while he was still young. He was left to the state. Foster families traded him like he was a profit. He finally found a family that accepted him silently, but there was still no care, he knew he was just a paycheck for them. So he took on multiple jobs to get a car and an apartment before he was kicked out at 18. He overworked himself to just get by. He had dreams of going to a college but he ignored them. He knew he would never get there so he focused on what he needed to get by, and he was getting by. There was just this one issue. One very BIG issue. He assumed once he turned 12 that he wasn’t gendered because nothing happened. He couldn’t care less; he actually hated it. He wanted nothing to do with that, he wanted a normal life, and a normal family. But when he was about to turn 13 he presented. This was very late in terms of gender and he was also late in puberty as well. He had no idea why but it happened over a few days where he felt a lot of growth pains and uncomfortableness so much he convinced his foster family he was sick. 

          He stayed home and it wasn’t too bad because he did school online. So that night in the shower, he used a mirror and he saw the new genitalia that appeared. He was shocked and scared. He didn’t want anything to do with gender. Especially since a very high ranked dom had been the one to kill his parents and never faced any consequences. He felt a strong rage against it. So he didn’t tell anyone. He assumed he eventually would, but then life got busy and soon Geno found some cheap supplements over the counter that barely got him by. He had no idea what type he was because to get the test, the academy would find out he was gendered, and he kept saying he would go and get it checked out but soon he got more and more scared of the reaction he would face as he saw the incarceration rates for subs and doms that refused to go. So he never went. He learned how to not activate his eyes and never use his glare. He stayed home working on improving his life, getting experience, and everything was going well until that one night.

        He wasn’t drinking, he hadn’t taken any drugs, he wasn’t tired, and he was completely fine, except…He was feeling that restlessness that wouldn’t go away even with supplements. He knew it was dangerous to ignore it, but he couldn’t go and get help without being exposed. So he did the one thing he knew would help. He drove…recklessly. Windows down, wind against his face. He was always tempted to get a motorcycle for this very reason. He was swerving on the road for the fun of it. It was midnight, no one else on the road, or no one should’ve been, but when the family of four shot out in front of him while he was speeding he had no time to react. If he was going the right speed he probably could’ve stopped it in time. The car crash happened instantly. Geno didn’t remember much as his head slammed so hard against his car seat he passed out. The airbags barely helped to stop any damage. No one died, but the father was left in critical condition and stayed weeks in the hospital, and then the police came with the footage.

           He was soon arrested and trialed, he didn’t have enough money for a lawyer so they provided him one. He was given bail and six months in jail, he lost his job, his car, his apartment. The icing on the cake was that he had no one to bail him out. He had no family or real friends and he couldn’t even use his own money. So he was left serving his sentence. He couldn’t bring in his supplements, and when he was brought to a non-gender/dom jail, he panicked. If they found out he was a sub he would be sent to a higher level and given way more sentences. He didn’t want to spend his entire life in jail. All because of a stupid accident, he was about to be in jail for the rest of his life, but…the guard that patted him down, strip searched him…didn’t notice. Geno had kept his legs closed hard and they used metal detectors with dogs to check for any foreign substances. He had gotten through. They gave him some normal supplies and sent him on his way. 

           His first day was interesting to say the least. He stayed out of everyone’s way and focused on what he was supposed to be doing. You could exercise, read, eat, go outside and play with the other inmates. Geno soon got along with a few until he noticed the collars. There were only four of them so far, but he knew what those collars meant. Those were doms. He never met a dom, or if he did he never noticed. He was more scared they were going to find him out than anything so he stayed away. He learned pretty quickly how jail worked. Unspoken rules and etiquette. He also learned he loved pissing everyone off, specifically the guards. When they asked him to do something he would refuse just to be roughed up. It gave him the same rush that driving recklessly would. His bad behavior was getting worse and worse. The other prisoners found amusement in his attitude unless it was directed at them, so the amount of fist fights he’s gotten into recently has skyrocketed. 

           He walked past a hallway glancing down at it before he was pushed roughly. That hallway connected to a certain inmate he hadn’t gotten the chance to meet. Prisoner 451208 The entire area was secluded and way more fancy. The others told him to stay away but of course that just made him more interested. 

           “Keep going.” The guard snapped and Geno snorted. 

           “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fatso.” He was smacked hard. Still, the sub barely flinched, he hit like a bitch.  Geno ignored the man and continued forward into the courtyard like he was supposed to be. He moved to the corner away from everyone to get food. He had only been here a few weeks and without his supplements it was…affecting him. He could tell he might snap soon. Causing issues was always his specialty. He bit his lip as he tried to scout out his next target. Walking over to Jeremy, this inmate was cool. Geno sat down with him before two prisoners walked by, rushing. One looked severely beat up and the other was helping him. He believed those two were: David and Josh. 

           “Shit why would he do that?” David asked.

           “I-I don’t know, I didn’t even do anything!” Josh claimed. David rushed him away to medical as a guard stepped in to help. 

            “Whats happening?” He asked Jeremy. 

             “Prisoner 451208” the man smacked his lips messing with the food. Geno hummed, he’s been hearing that number a lot. They never learned his name, he wondered what he looked like. Geno ate his food as Jemery complained about the normal things. When Geno finished eating he decided to go to his favorite place, but not without tripping a few inmates and running through the halls as they chased him. He got to the library and slammed the door on their face. The guards glared and moved quickly to let them in but they knew the rules: No noise or fighting in the library. Geno moved through the library to find the section he wanted, running his hand along the bookshelf until he found a book he was interested in. Geno moved to go sit in the center of the room, another reason he enjoyed this was the amount of people. Barely anyone wants to read nowadays, leaving this entire room just for him! He read there for a bit until new guards swapped out and when he saw who was the new library guard, the sub couldn’t have smiled harder. Oh good old Nelson. Nelson was his favorite. Favorite to torment and annoy.

        Geno should be playing it safe to get out of jail, but since he hasn’t gotten any supplements he feels like he might actually lose his mind mentally. He knew how hard it was to function on supplements, but without them, he's lost all care for his wellbeing. He needed someone to put him in his place and what better way to do this then annoy his favorite guard? Geno stood up and moved to sit next to the guard standing behind him, he could see the way Nelson stiffened and grinded his teeth. Oh Nelson hated him. Geno loved it. He wanted to feel a hit, feel a sting, something, anything, he was getting desperate. There’s nothing sharp in jail to relapse on other than the other bodies, but he knows if he fights a guard or inmate again he will be sent to cell confinement for the tenth time this week. That might give him a strike and add more time to his stay. Ugh. Fuck it. Geno let out a soft whistle noise. Then silence. Then he whistled again. Silence. He continued to make this small noise breaking the rules of the library over and over again until the guard finally snapped behind him. 

          “Can it! Crayon!” The growl made Geno smirked and he let a few minutes go by with silence until whistling again. The guard flinched behind him. “Crayon don’t make me escort you back to your cell.” Geno didn’t say anything, waiting a few minutes before he whistled again. His chair was yanked back aggressively making him drop the book. Geno was then grabbed by the collar of his shirt. 

            "Little shit." The guard growled, dragging the sub out of the library. Geno fought back, trying to bite the officer's hand before a baton slammed into the ribs. Geno gasped.

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            "That's all you've got?" Geno said with a smirk. The guard raised his telescopic baton again but a different guard stopped him and took over. Geno stuck a tongue out at Nelson as he was dragged back to his cell. Unfortunately he wasn’t able to grab his book in time to bring it back, so he's gonna be bored out of his mind there. He was dragged back to his fuck ass cell and thrown in before it was shut and locked. Geno looked at the bunkbeds and sighed moving over to climb up to the top bunk. He laid down, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. He didn’t know how long his cell confinement would be. Hours went by before Jeremy walked in and sighed.

           “Again? They're going to start writing you up, dude.” The man stated. Geno glared. 

            “My problem, not yours.” He snapped. 

            “Well, you are here on a misdemeanor. Stop ruining your life.” Jermey deadpanned. The guy was in for smuggling drugs. 

            “My life is already ruined, I have no job, no apartment to get back to.” Geno deadpanned and Jemery rolled his eyes to grab stuff before he left.

            “Well staying in here won’t make it any better.” Jeremy stated as he walked through the cell door, leaving as a guard escorted him. Geno rolled his eyes staring back into the ceiling in despair. Suddenly his cell door slammed open, banging onto the wall, multiple guards walked in.

            “Alright Crayon, get up, we are moving you.” Nelson growled. Geno rolled his eyes, turning around, facing his back to the man. 

           “To where?” He deadpanned, not interested in anything that was happening. 

             “We aren’t answering that, now get up, unless you want to do this the hard way.” Nelson deadpanned. 

              “Bite me.” He snapped. He was yanked hard out of the bed, slamming him against the ground to restrain him. He struggled and fought with all his strength which honestly he was strong enough to throw Nelson off of him until three had to hold him down. They yanked him up and dragged him on the floor throughout the hallways. There was no way for Geno’s legs to help hold himself up to comply with the officers so he was left getting pulled. He closed his eyes before they activated. He learned to do that often whenever he got hurt, knowing if he got caught it would be big trouble. He didn’t get to see until he was thrown onto the ground. He opened his eyes, and pushed himself up.

            “Your last roommate requested to leave, try not to break this one as well.” The guard snapped, but it wasn’t at him it was at…Geno turned his gaze up to the dom who was sitting at a desk. His entire jail cell was decked out with fancy furniture, it was way bigger than any other cell he was in. Where the fuck was he? His eyes moved to the number on the inmates chest and he felt his heart drop. 451208. The man had black hair and a stubble, his dark eyes stared down at him. He was incredibly handsome. Model handsome. He also was very familiar; he swore he'd seen him before, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue was the very prominent black collar he had on. Geno had personally requested not to be put with a dom when he was intaked. There was a little square he could fill in on his form that he submitted. They actually listened so far…until now. The cell door slammed shut and Geno scrambled to get up, sending a glare towards the dom. He needed to calm down his emotions so as not to accidentally use his real glare. Geno stood up fully and the dom raised an eyebrow at that before standing up. Geno’s head moved up at the almost foot taller dom. It made his heart skip a beat. 

             “You're even smaller than the last one.” The deep voice spoke clearly disproving him. Geno took a step forward to try and tower over the taller one with a harsh glare. He didn’t care who this person was or what, he wasn’t letting anyone treat him like something small, weak, or easy to destroy. He wasn’t. The man took another step forward as well to tower over him, his dark gaze falling over him challengingly. He was dangerous. There was something about him. Geno didn’t move as the older man studied him before his eyes narrowed then widened slightly. The man let out an airy chuckle. “No way.” The man whispered under his breath. Geno was confused by the reaction but he didn’t care. 

           “What the fuck does it matter.” He shot. The dom studied him more before his hand shot up around his throat, and Geno gasped as he was then choked.

           “It does matter when a little kitten wanders into a lion's den~” The dom shot out. Geno brought his hand up pulling the hand choking him away. 

            “Don’t fucking call me that.” He growled. Though the other didn’t seem affected by his sad intimidation tactic. 

            “Then what should I call my new roommate~?” The dom chimed with a smirk. Geno glared at the happy attitude from the other. 

            “Geno.” He reluctantly gave his name, wondering if the other would do the same. The dom’s eyes moved, trailing his body. The sub froze. 

            “Lovely name~” Geno felt a rage fill him like never before, he shot forward grabbing the doms by the collar of his shirt, yanking it up. 

            “Don’t flirt with me!” He yelled. The dom looked unamused before kicking his feet out from underneath him. Geno, not expecting it, fell harshly hitting his head against the concrete. He tried to push himself up but the room was spinning. His hair was grabbed roughly before he was slammed against the bottom bunk which freaked the sub out, though the dom let go and backed away staring at him blankly. 

          “I would calm down before I go and expose your little secret to the rest of the prison.” The man smirked and Geno froze against the bed.

          “I don’t know what you're talking about.” The sub shot quickly feeling his panic fly. How? How did he? 

           “Oh please, sub, I can spot one a mile away, how about we make a deal.” The words sent a cold through the younger. Fuck. 

           “I would rather choke and die.” He shot, pushing himself up on the bed.

            “Well unfortunately I don’t want to add to my sentence so I can’t give in to that temping offer~” the dom was flirting, again? Geno felt disgust at the idea. He never wanted a partner in any way like this and- “it’s simple really, if you play with me I won’t tell the guards.” The dom smiled, the dark eyes closed with a kind of smile that was threatening and sent red flags through the subs head. 

            “So you're blackmailing me.” He shot. The dom chuckled at his response. 

            “Seems less of blackmail and more…mutually supporting each other." The man offered, and Geno glared. 

             “I’m not letting you fuck me.” He growled. The dom took a step forward making the sub flinch. His dark eyes staring down at him, raising an eyebrow. 

             “Now, I never said anything about that.” The dom deadpanned, and Geno was completely confused. “I said play, like how we were playing just now.”

           “Playing?-I wasn’t playing!” He exclaimed in confusion. The dom tilted his head at him.  

           “You’re that clueless, huh? I guess you would be if you lasted this long without being caught. Where were you hiding?” The dom got closer, and Geno couldn’t help but subconsciously move back. 

            “Is that any of your business?” He growled. 

             “Well, if we want this little deal to work out with each other we should get to know each other, shouldn’t we?” The words were sweet and sugarcoated, but Geno knew better: this man was dangerous, he found out he was a sub at a single glance, his strength was unmatched. Geno felt all the fears of jail hitting him at once. The thoughts and jokes everyone made about this place seemed to be coming true.

            “No!” He exclaimed. “I never agreed!” He freaked out but then the cell door was opened. A guard walked in with a small handful of his things. Toothbrush and hygiene objects placing them on a different desk for him. The dom turned to the guard.

            “Ah good! Andy. I have something to tell you about my new roommate!” Geno froze in shock, his eyes widened. The dom then turned to him with a shit eating grin. “Unless we’ve both came to an understanding?” The dom shot. Geno flinched and glanced at the guard. Fuck his life. He nodded quickly. The dom clapped his hands and turned to the guard. “Nevermind then, thank you.” The guard nodded clearly scared of the dom as well. Oh gosh, this dom has the entire jail wrapped around his finger doesn’t he, and now he has a sub right where he wants him. They both watched the guard leave as the door shut before the dom turned to him. 

          “Come here.” The dom motioned in front of him. Geno didn’t move an inch. 

          “No.” He deadpanned. The dom glared. 

           “I won’t ask again, come here.” The words were more stern and Geno could tell exactly what the dom was trying to do. 

            “You can’t command me with that collar on so fuck off!” He shouted. The dom then shot forward. 

             “So you want to do it the hard way? And to think I was going to be gentle too.” Geno shot backwards ready to fight, but he didn’t get far as his arm was grabbed roughly. He let out a cry of pain before he was then slammed against a chair next to another chair. The dom sat down in the one across from him, and Geno shot glares, ready to get up to run again. “Hands.” The dom stated which confused the sub making him pause as the dom placed his hands palms up. Geno glared, looking at them and the dom clicked his tongue. “I guess I’ll go get a guard.” Geno panicked and brought his hands over the dom’s. The dom didn’t wait a second before smacking his hands. Geno cried out in shock and flung himself backwards, blinking in shock. The dom seemed to pause his eyes staring at him before widening. “No fucking way. Hands again.” The dom demanded. Geno put his hands again over the dom’s to get hit. He didn’t know why he was listening and doing what the dom said. It felt…good. The pain felt different. It was exactly what he was craving from the guards.

           The dom pulled back to stare at his eyes before laughing, mostly in shock, and the sub was left so confused. “You’re a maso.” The dom voiced, almost full of joy and flabbergasted at the same time. Geno, completely confused and sexually confused, just shot a glare at the dom. 

            “What does that even mean!” He exclaimed. The dom just chuckled, shook his head and brought his hands back out. “Hands.” Geno put them back down but then moved them when the dom went to hit him. There was a knock on the cell door.

           “Alright Geno, it’s time for dinner, don’t fight me-“ Geno was already out of the room before they could even finish their sentence, running away from the dom. He was brought through the fancy hallways to the normal one, until he got to the food court. He moved to the line, got food and then sat down next to Jeremy.

            “Hey Geno, where’d you get moved to? I told you to stop angering the guards.” He asked and Geno swallowed 

            “451208.” He stated. Jeremy froze. 

             “But he’s a dom, you don’t do well with doms.” The other fretted. The reason Jeremy was so nice was because he treated everyone like a younger brother.  

             “I don’t.” He agreed and Jeremy was quiet before he spoke.

              “What was he like?” The man asked. 

               “I don’t want to ever go back into that cell again.” Geno shot. Jeremy whistled.

               “If you're saying that he must be one hell of a guy. They keep trying to give him roommates because we’re overly cramped here and it keeps ending badly. Geno, please try to behave, I don’t want to hear about your death, you're the one most likely to get out of here.” Jeremy urged. 

              “Not anymore.” Geno grumbled to himself. He needs to know if the dom will leave before him or after. Will he expose him right before either of these situations happen? He has to gather information even if he doesn’t want to. If he gets exposed as a sub his life will be completely over. He stayed out, eating extremely slow, trying to stay away from the cell. He lasted until lights out, watching everyone go to bed. He didn’t move. The guards watched and waited before stepping up to him. He fought them hard. Demanding to be moved to a different cell which only seemed to amuse them. He did get on every guard's bad side. They ended up dragging him back to the cell while he tried to kick and bite them. He ended up with more bruises and more pain than before. He was thrown onto the cell floor harshly. His eyes shot immediately up to the dom sitting on the top bunk their eyes met. Geno shot a glare.

             “Play nice boys~” Nelson sang out and Geno now realized this was totally a certain guard's fault, he will make him pay. The cell doors shut. Geno glared up at the dom before picking himself up. He stood there awkwardly before the dom chuckled.

           “You can sleep, I won't bite~” the man purred. Geno bit the inside of his mouth and slowly walked over to the bottom bunk. 

           “I find that hard to believe.” He grumbled. He hesitantly made it over to his bunk feeling his nerves on fire. The room was very dark. He entered the bed and slowly got into it, not relaxing but getting comfortable. He stared up at the bed above him knowing the dom was on there.  He couldn’t see anything. He spent most of the night on edge, not able to sleep, convinced the dom was going to do something to him in his sleep. He only fell asleep late when his eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. Passing out from exhaustion. 

              The sub woke up from a poke. Opening his eyes to dark ones he gasped and screamed, flinging himself back into the wall. The dom staring at him burst out laughing before standing up fully from his crouched position. 

           “Wha- why did you-“ the sub stammered trying to understand why the dom woke him up, it wasn’t too late, right? 

           “It’s shower time.” Geno blinked before sighing and standing up to go and get ready. He grabbed his supplies as the dom watched him before leaving. What he didn’t expect was the dom to follow. Geno paused down the hallway to turn to him, raising an eyebrow. The dom smiled.

         “Why are you following me?” The sub questioned. The dom smirked. 

          “I’m going to the showers?” He stated like it was obvious. 

          “But you don’t- why are you-“ Geno stammered in confusion. The dom never showed up for showers. He always had one after them if he was told correctly the guards let it happen that way. This dom got special treatment. 

          “Better hurry before they all are taken up~”  Geno watched the dom walk past him. Geno followed reluctantly behind in confusion before his eyes widened slightly. He wanted to see him naked. Geno felt his face explode, no way. He tried to think of any other reason the dom would take a shower with everyone if he was getting special treatment. Nothing came to mind. They arrived at the shower locker room with the guards. All the inmates that were talking together paused and froze staring at the dom in shock. Geno hesitantly moved to change but was shocked to find the dom join him, just a little too close. He hissed at the dom.

        “Get away from me.” He growled. The dom tilted his head with a smirk. 

         “And why would I do that~?” He asked. Geno glared. 

         “Look I’m not nurturing your weird sadistic shit, now get the fuck away from me!” He shot. The dom raised an eyebrow amused about something he said but he turned his back and tried to move away, landing next to Jeremy. The man nudged him.

         “Dude, how’d you get him out? I’ve never seen him before!” He asked. Geno growled and didn’t respond. He stripped, placing his stuff away, feeling eyes on him and it made the hair on his back stand up. He tried to ignore it, going with Jeremy to the showers. The open showers he was used to having. One unspoken rule was: you don’t look at anyone. Geno never did but it seems no one could follow it when it came to the new dom, not even him. He glanced at the naked figure taking his place across from him. Geno met his eyes and quickly turned around in a mini freak out. He was…big. Everything about him was big. He was tall. Muscular, everything about him was intimidating and he could sense the fear from all the other inmates. Geno tried to focus on keeping his legs closed and not looking. He cleaned himself very fast and quickly rushed out of there feeling the other following him still. Geno got dried and changed. He was panicking. He rushed out of the shower room being the first one done as the dom followed him.

         “Are you usually the first one done?” The dom asked cockily. Geno was about to turn around and punch him in the face before a guard walked up.

         “451208, let’s go.” The guard seemed nervous saying this and the dom sighed and nodded but not before reaching out grabbing the subs upper arm and leaning down to his ear.

         “Don’t forget our promise, little sub~” the dom whispered. Geno yanked his arm back and moved to hit him before the guards got involved. He was restrained while the dom laughed, walking away leisurely. Oh that motherfucker- he’s going to kill him in his sleep. He yanked his arms out of the guards. 

          “Don’t touch me!” He yelled and rushed away. He could hear the guards talking smack about how the dom was really putting him in his place. He didn’t want to go back to that cell. Seems the dom was on cell confinement. Meaning he’s only allowed out for a bit. Geno spent the time in the library quietly, not causing any issues. He even ate by himself with Jeremy asking him a million questions that he was vague with answering. He still knows nothing about the intimate to give Jeremy any information. All he knows is he gets special treatment, like crazy special treatment, it was unfair. He lasted a while all the way to lunch which is when it happened. A few inmates walked up to him.

        “Hey shorty, are you 451208’s new bitch?” Geno was out of the seat before they could say anything else with his fist in their face. The fight even caused Jeremy to get involved. Soon almost every inmate was fighting. The guards had to separate them but Geno was still on top of the guy punching his face over and over again, not caring about the abuse from the others hitting and kicking him. He ignored the pain. When the guards got him off he continued to try and hit them even hitting a guard before he was shocked harshly with a taser. Geno took deep breaths, his body being dragged through the hallways until he ended up in the cell being thrown onto the ground. He spit blood onto the floor. The cell door slammed and Geno lifted himself to see the dom reading sitting at the desk. The dom’s eyes didn’t move from the page. 

         “You get more and more beat up everyday.” The dom humored. Geno groaned and pushed himself up stumbling to the bed falling on it.

           “Shut up.” He grumbled. There was silence and a flip of a page before the dom spoke again.

            “How was the other guy?” The dom questioned. Geno smirked to himself.

            “Couldn’t see his face.” He replied. The dom chuckled and hummed.

              “You did good.” The dom praised him, which made the sub’s heart skip a beat. He paused to calm down. His eyes activating. He closed them. He didn’t even know why he fell asleep or how he could with the devil behind him but he did. He was woken up by another poke, but this time he didn’t scream he instead turned and growled at the dom. The man only smiled.

              “I think that’s enough sleep, don’t forget about our promise~” the dom teased. Geno growled, pushing himself up.

             “So what, you want to hit my hands again, you freak?” He snapped. 

             “Oh don’t pretend you didn’t like it~” the dom purred, moving to sit down on a chair across the room. Geno glanced at the free chair and grumbled.  

              “I don’t like anything involving you!”  He claimed, dragging his feet to the chair. He slammed himself into it and crossed his arms glaring at the other. The dom smiled at him. 

             “Hands?” The dom asked. Geno finally decided to be brave.

              “Condition.” He shot. The man raised an eyebrow. 

              “Condition?” He asked. 

               “I ask questions and you answer them.” He shot. The man smirked. 

               “Oh, our first date?” Geno saw red. 

               “Shut the fuck up you faggot, and answer my questions!” He growled. There was a dark look that came across the other's face that made Geno shudder before a shit eating grin took over. 

                “Whatever you want, Princess~” the dom offered his hands. Geno reluctantly brought his hands out. 

                 “Fuck off! What’s your name?” The dom chuckled.

                 “Oh sweetheart, I can’t give that information.” The dom denied him. The sub was shocked. 

                 “What? Why? Everyone gives each other their names, it’s not like it’s your full name!” The dom brought a hand up to his mouth putting a finger in front of his lips. “Secret.” Geno glared.

                  “Then tell me why you’re here!” He argued. The dom chuckled again. 

                   “I can’t tell you that either~” Geno growled. The dom then smacked his hands before he could even blink, he was so fast. Geno yelped.

                   “That’s for the bad attitude.” He was then hit again. “That’s for that horrible word you called me.” He was hit again. “And that’s for being impatient.” Geno froze, staring at his dark red hands breathing heavily. A weird feeling was going through his body. His legs, almost squeezing. His face went red and he shot out of the chair grabbing the dom by the collar of his shirt. 

                 “What the fuck! Don’t just hit me!” He yelled out before his wrists were grabbed roughly before he kicked upwards to kick the dom but the man was faster, stronger, and agile. He was quickly slammed against the wall, his face against the concrete as he struggled. The dom’s mouth near his ear. 

                  “If you can’t follow the rules of the game, I will tell the guards.” The deep words spoke. 

                  “You started it!” He exclaimed, yanking and hitting the dom as much as he could, but still the dom held on strong, barely moving. 

                  “Seems like someone’s having a tantrum over some toxic masculinity? Is someone insecure? Were you called small and weak your whole life? Compensating for something?” The words were teased. Geno growled and swung back before his head was slammed harshly into the concrete. He cried out in pain as the hand in his hair tugged harshly. “As much as I want to hurt you more, I won’t, because someone has a pretty nasty taser burn on their side. Seems you got hurt enough.” The dom teased, though it kinda sounded sincere, and wait how did he even know about the marks? Unless he undressed him- 

               “Oh yeah? Or are you saying that just because you are a pussy-“ his head was slammed again way more harshly, he felt his vision blur before falling limp. The dom caught him and cursed. Geno took deep breaths, feeling the rush of hormones going through his body. The dom turned him around to check on his head before blinking in shock at his state. The dom chuckled and shook his head slowly bringing the sub back to the bed as the hazed feeling consumed the sub. 

               He was gently tucked in as the dom sat on the bed next to him watching him. Geno stared at the ceiling feeling pleasure before he blinked, shooting up off the bed in shock. What the hell just happened to him? He met the dom’s eyes. 

             “YOU!” He screamed and shot out of the bed in shock holding the side of his arms in distress. “What the fuck did you do to me!” He cried out in fear. The dom laughed and watched him in almost disbelief.

             “Stop freaking out, it was just subspace.” The man humored.

             “What the fuck even is that!” He screamed again before the door of his cell was opened. 

             “Alright boys, Geno, it's time for dinner.” Geno turned, sending glares to the dom as he rushed away. He followed after the guard grabbing his sides, completely bewildered. He was almost still reeling from the feeling. He never felt so much pleasure before. His head and body ached, he wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. He wasn’t even hungry. He rushed through the line, got something small, before going and hiding in the corner. A different fight broke out across the room so all the inmates were too busy with that to pay him any mind. He ate as fast as he could even with the nausea and dizziness he had. As much as he didn’t want to go back to the cell, he wanted to sleep. He was so exhausted. He normally didn’t get this hurt, but a taser wasn’t expected. The guards didn’t use those often, he must’ve really pissed them off. The dom’s strength was also not expected, it was like a wall. He couldn’t fight that. He was the first one to leave. He slowly made his way back until he entered the cell. The taller was on the top bunk reading. The dom saw him and raised an eyebrow.

            “You’re back fast, did someone miss me~?” Geno glared but then grimaced in pain. The dom hummed watching him waiting for his retort but Geno never gave one, he just made his way to bed and laid down. There was nice silence for a few minutes, something he missed, something he craved. Until it was ruined by a certain dom. 

            “Nausea? Dizziness? Do you know what day it is?” The dom asked a series of questions. Geno groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. 

             “Shut the fuck up, doctor, I’m fine.” He snapped. The dom hummed finding humor is what he said. Though he didn’t know why it was funny. 

             “Yeah, you probably have a concussion. You shouldn’t sleep.” The older stated. Geno glared. 

             “Says the one who slammed my face into the wall!” He snapped. 

              “You were asking me to.” Geno growled. 

              “What! No I wasn’t!” He yelled. The dom was quiet for a bit. 

              “You really don’t know anything, huh?” The other muttered. Geno groaned again. 

              “Shut up and let me sleep.” He snapped.

               “Okay, well, if you die in your sleep from the concussion it’s not my fault you refused my advice.” The dom shot back. 

                “Hopefully I die so I can get away from you.” He muttered. The dom laughed. 

               “Charmed.” Silence followed and Geno was able to close his eyes to sleep. Not noticing the eyes watching him from above. 

                A few days went by. The cycle repeated itself. The dom showered with the sub, his eyes never moving from his body causing Geno to rush out quickly to get changed. He didn’t enjoy his stares, and soon rumors spread across the inmates when they saw that. The dom would then be escorted back to his cell while Geno hid for the rest of the day, trying to stay out of trouble, the issue was that he would always end up back in the taller’s cell beat up. It was only last night that the dom clicked his tongue about it. 

             “I can’t hurt you if you are already hurt. Stop getting into fights.” The dom snapped. Geno glared, crossing his arms.

             “You have no right to tell me what to do!” The sub yelled. The collar of his shirt was yanked forward. 

             “If you want to keep your secret hidden. You should listen to me, before I decide to get mouthy.” The other threatened. Geno spit in his face before he was punched. Worth it. He refused to listen to the dom, but it seems the older knew that, because instead of agreeing with the escorts the dom told them he wanted to stay out. This shocked them and the guards glanced at each other. “Can he do that?” One asked and Geno rolled his eyes. The guards can’t even control their inmates. He ignored them and the dom, to go get food. Not letting his presence stop him. The issue was it affected the people around him. When he moved to sit with Jeremy like he always did, the man got up and moved to a different table. He was getting treated like an outcast because he had a parasite following him. He shot glares at the dom the entire time. He knew the dom usually ate in his cell, why he was following the sub was beyond him. The dom’s eyes studied the sub. Geno avoided his eyes glaring off to the side. He didn’t want to talk with the dom. He wanted to be left alone or be able to talk with his friends, who were cowering in the corner. 

           He was about halfway done eating when he saw the same group of inmates slowly make their way over. Geno tensed up slightly. Oh great. The group walked over and were about to reach their table before the dom grabbed one of the plastic forks he had, slamming it down in the middle of the table, somehow getting it lodged into it. The group paused in shock before one slowly backed away and the rest of the group joined him. Geno sighed.

          “They were just coming over to talk.” The sub shot. 

          “That’s the only inmate with glasses. You always have a glasses shape indent on your knuckles. They were not just coming over to talk.” The dom stated eating his food with a spoon now. Geno froze. How the fuck- it’s been a few days with this dom and he feels like the dom knows him better than he does, but the dom was right. Breakfast, lunch and dinner is when he’s been getting into fights the past two days. How did the dom even see that? Geno ate the rest of the time in silence trying to avoid talking again. When he finished he left the cafeteria and made his way to the library, finding the dom following still. Geno turned and glared looking up at the dom towering over him giving him no personal space.

           “Can you leave me alone? Why are you following me!” He exclaimed. The dom smirked. 

            “Because it makes you mad~”

             “Fuck off! Die!” He turned around and rushed into the library, finding Nelson in there. Oh, he’s going to fuck over Nelson if it's the last thing he does. Geno moved to go and grab a book from the bookcase. He was surprised to see the dom back away from him and instead was looking for a book himself. He knew the dom liked to read like him, one of the very few things he actually knew about him, other than he's an asshole. Geno grabbed a book and moved to sit down near Nelson, the sub saw him flinch. The sub smirked to himself. He had the urge. The urge to piss him off and start a fight. He's had this urge since he got here. It only went away the second day with the dom when he went into whatever the fuck “sub mode” was. The dom claims the sub knows nothing but doesn't explain anything! He could always get a book and read about it? Maybe he’ll try that another day. Right now he's going to try and get the taser again. The sub watched the dom move around the bookcase before standing up to walk over to Nelson leaning against the wall next to him.

            “Sup Nel~” he hates that nickname, “you spying on naked inmates you faggot?” He shot a smirk and Nelson glared.

            “Seems your roommates done nothing to shut you the fuck up.” Nelson snapped, oh, so it was you, huh? 

            “I wasn't the one caught peeping like a perv~” Geno fake gasped. “What would your wife think!” The guard moved to swing but the back of his collar was yanked back aggressively causing him to choke. Glancing up he saw the dark eyes and black hair. The dom looked…annoyed, surprisingly. The dom then growled at the guard whose eyes widened and backed away. Geno then found himself getting dragged through the hallway. Geno struggled hard trying to get the dom to unhand him. He even tried to grab anything on the walls to hold on to but the dom was always stronger and faster with cutting him off before pulling him aggressively. He didn't know what had pissed the dom off so much but Geno was becoming a little concerned. He hasn't seen the dom actually angry before. They arrived at the cell and he was pushed into it. Geno turned to run out but was again caught by the back of his collar. The dom glared down at him.

           “You can't follow one simple direction, can you?” The taller asked. Geno was confused. “I told you to stop getting into fights.” Geno glared.

             “And I told you I wasn't listening! I can do what I want you aren't-” his cheeks were grabbed harshly as he was yanked closer.

             “If you want to get beat up so badly, you can come to me.” The man growled. Geno glared and shot his arm forward punching the dom in the chin as hard as he could, adrenaline rushing through him. The dom flinched, his face turned to the side before the dom looked back with blue eyes. Geno blinked in shock before he was punched hard. Geno slammed back into the wall from the power of it. He was then grabbed by his throat, and lifted off the ground. Geno glared at the dom as the older’s blue eyes glowed down at him. 

           “Are you going to listen?” The dom asked. Geno croaked out the best reply he could. 

           “Make me.” The blue eyes flashed before lips were on his. Geno’s eyes widened in shock. The strength pushing him into the wall faltered. Geno shoved with all his strength the best he could to get the dom off him, turning quickly to rush out of the cell in shock covering his mouth, face exploding red. He ran through the hallways causing weird looks from inmates and guards. He ran to the only place he felt safe, back to the library, rushing to the back of the room. He took a deep breath. No fucking way he just got kissed by a man! What the actual fuck! He panicked more, then scrubbed his lips. Should he go to the bathroom to wash his mouth? Fuck, he should take a whole shower at this point! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! His face went redder. Covering himself he moved to the corner to curl up in a ball. He spent the rest of the day there. Thinking the entire interactions through. When he said “make me” he meant to punch him not kiss him. He doesn't even know what to do about that. He only moved when a guard walked around the bookcase and sighed.

           “There you are, come on, Mr Crayon, back to your cell. It's curfew.” Geno didn’t move an inch. He didn't want to go back. Everything has gone to shit since he met this dom. The guard sighed, walking over to the sub to grab his upper arm, yanking him upwards and gently dragging him. There was a concerned look from the guard. Geno knew this one, he was the very nice guard that even after he tried to piss him off, the guard wouldn’t hit him and instead swapped out with a different guard. Geno let the guard move him with no resistance. His fight was gone as he was too stuck in his head. He was brought back to the cell. The dom was on the top bunk. Geno ignored him quickly and made his way to the bed, not speaking a word. 

          “Back from pouting?” The dom asked but Geno didn't take the bait. He was silent and he stayed silent for the rest of the night. 

          He was tapped awake again, but the sub refused to move, staying in the bed, ignoring him. The dom hummed.

          “Genoooo, it's time to shower.” The sub still didn't move. The dom stayed behind him watching him as Geno glared at the wall. He refused to talk. He wasn't interacting with him anymore. Shockingly the dom backed off and moved out of the cell. When breakfast started, Geno finally got up and made his way there. He didn't find the dom there and he didn't pass him on the way. He got his food and sat down next to Jeremy who glanced at him.

         “Oh, gosh, Geno I thought you died. When only 451208 showed up, it was terrifying. Why weren't you with him?” Jeremy asked. Geno tilted his head. 

          “Why would I be?” He asked. 

           “Aren’t you his boyfriend?” Geno spit out the food he was eating. 

           “HUH!?!” He cried out. Jeremy raised an eyebrow. 

            “It seemed that way to me.” The man humored. Geno glared. 

            “Jeremy! You know I don't-” He exclaimed but was cut off. 

             “Okay, whatever you say~” Geno glared, stood up, and flung his tray of food at Jeremy before turning, then running away, pissed off. He can't even go back to his cell to be angry because the cause of his issues was there. He stayed away from the cell the best he could until that group of inmates showed up again. Geno was not in the mood so he ran away. Normally he would fight, but something told him to avoid them. He tried to get to the library like before but wasn't able to as he was slammed into the lockers nearby. The group was ganging up on him like always. He for once…didnt want it.

           “Running away? Scared that your daddy isn't here to protect you?” Okay, nevermind, Geno was beating the shit out of them. The sub shoved his knee into the man's groin, before bringing his hands up to the man's hair, yanking his head down onto his knee. The man cried out and fell over. Two of his friends shot forward and Geno dodged both of their attacks. Punching one and kicking the other's legs out from underneath him. Guards rushed to get involved. Geno turned to the last one but froze, his blood running cold to find it to be a dom. A black collar. He didn't do well with doms. The man shot forward towards him but quickly the dom’s head was slammed into the wall by someone else. A very tall someone else. A someone else that kissed him the day before and now they weren't on speaking terms. The dark eyes met his as guards rushed to detain the others. Another guard grabbed him and dragged him forward. The dom silently following them. They arrived back to the cell and Geno walked in with no issue, the dom joining behind him. The cell door was shut. Geno avoided looking over and even moved away from the other. There was silence for a while before the dom sighed.

           “Seriously? Was it your first kiss or something?” The dom deadpanned. Geno glared, gritting his teeth. 

            “No.” He snapped. The dom sighed again. 

             “Then what is the issue?” He asked. Geno turned aggressively to the other. 

             “The issue is that I’m not a fucking faggot.” The sub shot. The doms eyes darkened as he took a step forward. 

             “Naughty word. You’re so ashamed of being a sub it's frankly quite pathetic-” The dom hissed and Geno growled getting close to the others face. 

              “Like you would understand!” He snapped. This man was a dom. 

              “I actually think I understand more than you do.” The dom deadpanned. 

              “No you don’t!” He exclaimed. The dom rolled his eyes. 

              “What’s so wrong with being the one to take it, you aren't any less of a man with a dick in you.” The words were vulgar and Geno flinched, scrunching up his face. 

              “Thats not…” he faltered and was cut off. 

              “Hmm, not the reason? Then what's the reason? Some anti gender shit-” Geno cut the dom off. 

              “A dom killed my parents.” He deadpanned. The dom froze and blinked at him. 

              “So you don't hate being a sub, you hate doms?” The man tried to understand him. 

              “No, I hate that gendered people can get away with things that normal people can't.” He shot. The dom stared at him. 

              “You do know your mom was a dom right?” The man stated. Geno froze. 

              “What.” 

              “Ms. Crayon, a high ranked sadist…you're high ranked.” The dom seemed to realize that as he said that. What any of that meant he didn't know. He didn't understand. 

               “Wait but-”

               “Im guessing you don't know anything about gender biology.” The dom squeezed in-between his eyes, rolling them. Geno blushed, feeling stupid. “Theres such a low chance both your parents weren't gendered but you were. It's like less than 1%. Usually gendered people make gendered kids.” Geno didn't know any of this. He barely knew anything about his parents. Nevermind the idea that they could also be gendered. 

              “Wait-then why did he get away with killing them…” he faltered. The dom watched him before sighing. 

              “I don't know that part. Just that your mom was a pretty popular sadist. Now, have we calmed your homophobia yet?” The dom asked nonchalantly. Geno blinked. 

              “I’m not homophobic!” He shot. 

              “So you're gay then? Cause only homophobic and gay people use that slur.” The dom stated and Geno flushed.

              “I’m not gay like you!” He cried out. The dom chuckled.

               “Neither am I.” The man added. Geno froze and stared at him. 

                “Huh, but you kissed-“ he was cut off. 

               “I’m attracted to subs, you are a sub.” The dom pointed at his chest. Geno smacked it hard. 

               “No I’m not!” He cried out. The dom raised an eyebrow with a smirk. 

                “Still insecure I see.” Geno shot forward grabbing the dom by his collar. The dom looked down at him. Geno struggled and fought with himself. 

               “I'm not!” He shot out, almost whining. The dom studied him before leaning closer. 

               “Then do what you were about to-” Geno cut him off, slamming his lips into his. It was awkward, uncoordinated, and frankly he sucked at kissing, so he pulled away quickly, face burning red as he took multiple steps backwards. The doms eyes flashed blue as he licked his lips. 

               “There! You happy?” He shot. The dom took a few steps forward towering over him. Geno froze. 

                “Not really.” Before the sub could even blinked he was slammed against the wall, hands holding his wrists above his head as a knee shoved in-between his legs. Geno panicked. 

               “Wait! I didn't agree to sex!” He cried out. The dom chuckled.

               “Calm. I'm just feeling around~” the knee was nudged higher causing a very unmanly squeak from the sub. The dom moved his face near his neck, the touch of his stubble and the breath tracing upwards, causing shivers in its wake. Geno stammered as lips trailed the skin, his face burning red. He's not gay, he's not gay, he's not gay. A hand moved from his wrist downwards groping his crotch over his clothes. Geno gasped and bucked forward. Fuck. His pants were slowly unbuttoned. Geno could feel his heartbeat in his ears until a cell door opened. Geno shoved the dom so fast, turning away quickly. The guard sighed.

              “You two need to stop fighting so much, Geno is dinner time.” The sub turned quickly and rushed out of the cell. Geno made his way to dinner, still a little hazed and panicked. Why did he let him do that? He ate quietly by himself and no one seemed to bother him. When he finished he made his way back to the cell. As he walked he could feel the nerves slowly coming back. Why was he so nervous? Why was he freaking out? When he arrived, the dom was on the top bunk reading. Geno flushed and moved quickly to his bed to lay down. There was silence and the sub felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

           “Still insecure?”

           “Shut the fuck up.” 

             A few more days passed and the dom would not stop touching him. Subtle spanks as he passed by, leaning over him, grabbing his waist. Each touch was immediately followed by a punch. Though the dom was getting better at dodging those. It was driving him insane. He still played the hand game with the dom which he was currently doing. Staring at the doms hands, competitively before the dom slapped his. Geno let him. Not because the dom was super fast but because he wanted it. The dom was right when he said it “took the edge off.” He didn't understand why, so he finally asked.

            “Why does it feel good when you hit me?” He outright asked. The dom faltered at that, surprised. He didn't expect the straightforward ask as the talk of gender was so hush for the sub. The dom hummed.

             “Do you know what a Sadist or Masochist is?” The dom asked. Geno shrugged. 

             “Not really.” He grumbled. The dom slapped his hands. Geno shuddered, staring at the hands in a slight haze. 

             “You are a Masochist.” The dom stated. Geno tilted his head as his red glowing eyes raised to the blue glowing ones. “Which means…” he got slapped again. The sub flinched with a gasp. “You like pain, you get off on it, it feels good to you.” The dom explained. Geno could understand that. “You biologically can't differentiate the difference between pleasure and pain and in more cases than none, pain is even more enjoyable to you than pleasure.” He was hit again. Geno sighed in pleasure from the hit.

           “Then what's a sadist?” He asked. The dom smirked before hitting him hard. Geno yelped and pulled his hands away in surprise. The stinging trailing up his arms in pleasurable waves. “I’m a Sadist.” The dom stated. “And I enjoy hurting you. Your pain gives me pleasure. Any subs pain gives me pleasure but yours specifically. Just how my hits specifically cause more pleasure.” Geno hummed.

         “So we're a…pair?” The sub questioned. The dom smirked and Geno knew what he was going to do before he even did it. “Shut up! Not what I meant!” He cut the doms tease before it started. The dom chuckled.

          “We are opposites, but a group yes. Sadists get their fill from Masochists and Masochists get their fill from Sadists.” Okay that's something he understood. 

           “How did you know I was a masochist then?” He asked. 

           “I didn't. I knew you were a sub, but Masochist have this special tell compared to the rest.” The dom pointed at his eyes. “Your eyes activate when you're in pain.” The dom stated. Oh right. He forgot about that, but he thought all subs eyes did that. The dom leaned forward into his space making the sub stop thinking and pull back with a suspicious glare. The dom smirked.

          “Sex?” The dom asked. Geno rolled his eyes. The dom had been asking everyday. 

           “No!” He snapped. The dom smiled like he knew he would say that. 

           “Then…kiss?” He asked. Geno flushed and debated it.

             “Oh, don’t tell me you're back to being homophobic.” The other chimed. Geno growled. 

             “Shut up!” and the dom smirked. 

             “Make me.” Geno shot forward grabbing his collar to kiss the man to shut him up. 

            “Wakey, wakey.” The dom teased, poking his cheek. Geno slapped his hand away with a growl, glaring at the bane of his existence. 

             “I hate you.” He deadpanned. 

             “Love the energy, now let's get going.” The dom clapped his hands. Geno rolled his eyes. 

            “I don't understand how you're so energetic.” He grumbled. The Sadist chuckled and shrugged. 

            “Ive been feeling better lately.” Geno pushed himself up for the shower before his eyes checked the time he blinked.   

             “Well we missed it. What the fuck do you mean?” He snapped, annoyed that the dom woke him up late, even if it really wasn't the doms job to wake him up, he's gotten used to it. 

              “Ha! We didn't miss it, just come with me.” The dom basically dragged him out of the room. They moved through the hallways as Geno looked at the dom. He admired him for a second before horror flashed over his face. No! He's not gay! They arrived outside the locker room. The guards backed up and moved to stop him from joining.

            “Only you 451208.” One of the guards stated and Geno rolled his eyes knowing this was going to happen. 

            “Excuse me?” The dom asked and every single guard flinched. Geno blinked in shock. He knew the dom was feared but not this much…why did he have this much power? The guards glanced at each other before letting them both in. 

           “No fucking way, really?” He voiced out as he walked in. The dom led him in as they both striped which is when Geno slowly realized the predicament he was in. Alone…with a dom…taking a shower. Geno froze and then moved to put his clothes back on but it seemed the dom realized his panic before him and took them. Geno flushed. 

         “Give them back.” He snapped trying to seem threatening but he was a naked sub in front of a dom. The man smiled and turned walking into the shower room. “Hey!” He cried out, chasing after him. Probably wasn't the smartest idea. He walked in, finding his clothes put gently on the highest shelf away from him. A place he couldn't reach. He shot a heated glare at the dom, who gave an evil smirk back. 

          “Oh come on, I'm not going to do anything…unless-” the dom leaned down to his ear. “You want me to~” Geno couldn't help the gasp he had as he took a step back. The dom greedily took in his reaction. The dom took another step forward making the sub back up. “I won't go too far~” The dom purred. Geno’s back hit the shower wall. The dom reached between them causing the sub to close his eyes. The shower was then turned on. Hot water hitting him. He always wished they were hotter but he’ll take what he could get. The dom then laughed at his expression and pulled back. Geno blinked in confusion. He thought- 

          “Well we have to clean up first?” The dom humored and the sub realized the dom was just teasing him the entire time. Two could play at that game. Geno huffed before his face went red and he did something impulsive. He turned around grabbing the wall with his hands, and rolled his hips backwards hitting into the dom who gasped. A hand touching his waist. 

         “O-Oh really?” He tried not to stutter but he did. The dom was silent for a bit.

         “Fuck.” The dom rasped, grinding against the sub. Hands tightened on his waist. Geno didn't move anymore, pulling almost away. Teasing the dom was easier than he thought. The thing was the hand never untightened. Geno swallowed nervously. 

            “Fuck it, say red if you want me to stop.” The words were almost whispered. Geno turned his head in surprise to look at the other. 

            “Huh?” A hand grabbed his dick. He jumped in surprise, turning back around in shock. The hand moved aggressively. Geno cried out, nails digging into the wall. The dom’s lips next to his neck, traced his shoulder making him shudder. Something about it made him so much more alert, but the hand sending pleasure to him was too much of a distraction for him to think it through. Nails dug into his sensitive skin. Pain going with pleasure made him swing his head back. This wasn't the first time someone's touched him down there, but it was definitely the first time someone was so rough with him. The water spraying on them was forgotten. Will the guards come in if they take too long? Geno flushed with crazy fantasies. He didn't want anyone to know. He wasn't gay! A kiss to his neck made his head buzz. His legs trembled. Until he could feel the dom push against him from behind. He could feel the dom's dick rubbing on him. The sub blushed. The dom was getting off too, on him. He whined out trying to hold in any noises, biting his lip. This was so embarrassing but he couldn't get himself to say red. 

          Teeth touched his skin but the dom paused, not going any further, but the pressure of them against his skin had him reeling without even understanding why. The sub could tell he was close. Not being able to masturbate since he got here takes a toll on you. He was very pent up and he could tell the dom probably was worse: barely any roommates, being in his cell at all times. They both weren't going to last long. All the dom had to do was bring his nail up to his slit, dig it in and then sub came. Flinching hard and letting out the first noise. His hips bucked, trembling with the waves of pleasure. He took deep breaths to try and calm himself as the dom pulled away. Geno blinked and turned to the older. His eyes went to the hard-on he had. He didn't cum. The dom noticed and smiled.

        “Dont worry about that.” The Sadist then moved to the opposite shower to actually start cleaning. Geno now was left so fucking confused. He blinked watching the dom clean himself as he was left there. He felt satisfied and good but the dom didn't want to cum? He turned to finish his shower as well, before the guards come in and yell at them for wasting water. When he finished the dom had gotten his clothes down and handed them to him. Geno snatched them away, annoyed and moved to change. He could still feel the dom's eyes on him. When he finished changing Geno voiced what he was upset about, turning to him.

            “Did you not want to cum?” He asked. The dom blinked then smiled, patting his shoulder. 

            “Oh, heh, don't worry about that, subs usually can't make me.” The dom walked past leaving him and he stood there in shock. Make him? A rage built up in him. The dom didn't think he could make him cum? What the actual fuck. Geno continued to stare off as more anger filled him. He shot out of the shower and made sure not to go back to the cell. He spent the entire day away from the dom, pissed out of his mind. He even decided to start a fight. That group now avoided him but that doesn't mean other inmates know to keep their distance. He looked for a newcomer to go pick on them. He made sure the guards weren't looking before he punched the man straight in the face and ran off. The inmates seemed to understand what was happening and basically ran when he got close. So he resorted to the only other people who couldn't really run. The guards. He probably spent the whole day terrorizing them. Through breakfast and lunch. It was nearing dinner time that the guards finally had enough of his shit. Four of them chased him until they had finally restrained him on the ground. 

            “I don't know what's up with him, he's been good the past couple of days.” One of the guards stated as he struggled with holding down the subs arm. The other guard nodded. 

             “Did your boyfriend break up with you, or something?” He elbowed the man in the face, blood splattering. More yells happened as more guards ran to restrain him. His anger gave him the adrenaline boost to almost throw these men off him. They were going to bring him back to that cell. He didn't want to go back to that cell. Fuck that dom! He let out a frustrated scream until he was punched hard in the face. They still didn't punch as hard as him. He was hit multiple times with the baton, it almost was like they were just beating him. When the pain became too much he gave up on calming down. Letting the pain comfort the feeling of rejection. The sub was then dragged back to the cell. He wasn't ready for the explosion that was going to happen, but the dom deserved it. He deserved him being bad. When he arrived he was thrown in again, the blood from his nose dripping onto the floor. Geno wiped it and raised his head, his glare prominent as he met dark eyes. Geno stood up in anger as the cell doors were closed and locked. The Sadist slowly stood up. Geno broke the rule, but did Geno care? No? The dom walked right up to him to tower over the sub. Geno met his gaze in a silent war.

“I’ll give you one sentence to tell me why you broke my one rule.” The Sadist growled. Geno didn’t waste a second. 

“No.” He shot. The dom raised an eyebrow, taking another threatening step. 

“No?” The man questioned. 

“I don’t need to listen to a faggot.” He sneered, knowing how much the dom hated that word. His throat was grabbed. Geno moved forward to hit the dom. The Sadist dodged but couldn’t dodge his punch. The Sadist head smacked to the side. Geno growled and lunged at him. The dom kicked his feet out from under like before. Seems he still didn’t learn his lesson the first time. He was able to catch himself but his head was grabbed before he was kneed in the face. He cried out in pain as more blood splattered. The dom then yanked the collar of his shirt up. 

“You were doing so well, too. What happened?” The Sadist asked. Geno growled out and tried to struggle but failed to release himself from his hold. The dom leaned forward and Geno shot forward, kissing the dom but biting his lip hard, he split it. The dom growled before he was slammed against the bed the dom over him. Geno swung and swung, fighting him with everything he had. The Sadist stayed still over him, holding him down, watching, waiting, for what? He didn’t know. Geno took deep breaths as he glared, feeling tears well up in his eyes. 

“You’re fucking egotistical, asshole, bitch, who only cares about himself!” He didn’t even register that he was crying. The dom looked shocked. Geno never cried. The dom shushed him. 

“Hey, Geno, calm down-” 

“NO! You’re so horrible! Doing that to me and then saying that!” He screamed. He swung and fought. The dom tried to calm him down more. The sub kept screaming and yelling and when the Sadist couldn’t get him to calm down and stop yelling he resorted to one thing. Lips smashed against each others as the dom gently kissed him. The first gentle kiss he’s ever had from the other. This only made the sub cry more, but the dom didn’t pull away. He kept kissing and Geno slowly felt all the strength in him go as he just laid there silently crying a few hiccups here and there. The Sadist pulled away. 

“Saying what?” The dom whispered. Geno glared looking at him in so much pain. He never had a relationship like this. He never felt so much primal sadness. 

“The cum thing you-” Geno was cut off with a soft chuckle. 

“Oh, you silly sub.” The dom purred. Geno glared feeling a tear go down his face.

“What do you mean!” He shot out. The dom sighed looking up at the bed above him, clearly debating something before turning back to him. 

“How about this?” The dom leaned to his ear, “I’ll explain while I make it up to you~” Geno didn’t know what that implied but he nodded wanting to understand why the dom was so cruel. Hands moved over his body sexually, gently rubbing against any sensitive spots, causing the sub to squirm. “Remember Red.” The Sadist moved to his clothes, taking them off.  “We doms and subs are ranked.” The man stated. Geno nodded watching the dom as his dark eyes drank up his position and expression. The sub soon found himself fully naked underneath him, he squirmed a little uncomfortable and a little scared someone would come into him like this, the thought was there. The dom leaned down to his chest and bit it, Geno gasped, arching into it. “There’s a five rank rule.” He stated running his nails down his sides made the sub tremble underneath him, the feeling of pain taking his breath away. “The rule states anyone in the five ranges can satisfy you and make you cum.” The dom explained. Geno met the doms eyes and nodded to indicate he was listening. The Sadist leaned down, running his hands up his thighs, before spreading them. The sub flushed hard, he never showed anyone that part. He always hid it in shame. He even hid it from himself, he never looked down there since. He took deep breaths to try and calm down. “And when a sub and dom are not in a five range, the higher ranked sub or dom can not cum.” Reaper moved his hands slowly down his hard-on, wrapping his hand around it. Geno gasped. 

“S-So a-are you saying w-we aren’t-” He stammered. 

“I’m a very different rank, where the majority of subs do not fit in my range, this is the reason I'm here.” The dom smiled as he jerked him off. Geno swallowed. 

“Y-Your in here cause you c-can’t cum?” He deadpanned and the dom laughed and suddenly a finger moved to his hole, pushing in. The sub’s eyes widened and he squirmed before the doms hand on his hard on tightened. “Stay.” Their eyes met in a silent battle to see if Geno would listen. The sub bit his lip and stayed. The man smiled at him which almost felt like praise in itself causing a reaction in him. “Good boy~” the dom jerked him off and pumped his finger in and out of him. 

“When Sadists are not satisfied with a sub, and can’t get their fill, they get violent, so violent. I was having too many breakdowns so I was sent here for my own and others' protection.” The dom’s words blurred in the subs head as he stared down watching the hands, intrigued but also scared. Their eyes met and the dark flashed blue for a second. Another finger was added which caused a pleasure to hit him. This was a new experience, something he wasn’t used to. The dom leaned down to bite against his skin again, a nail dug into his dick. Geno let out a moan, not able to keep it in, swinging his head back, his legs tense and shaking. 

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There was a feeling in his eyes as suddenly his vision was very red. The dom looked down and paused before he kissed him to calm the sub. Geno responded happily, kissing back. They made out, his tongue and lip getting bitten and pulled aggressively. Geno got lost in the pleasure and pain of it all. He could feel something building but not from his dick. It slowly built up as the fingers got faster and faster, hitting a special spot in him that made him see stars. With the dom kissing him he could hide his noises better against him. His arms raised up to run through the medium length hair of the dom. It hasn’t been cut in awhile. Running his fingers through it the dom hummed appreciatively. Another finger was added. Geno gasped, letting out a loud squeal, pulling away, feeling something tightening before exploding. It felt weird, but very good. He didn’t know what just happened. The dom paused and glanced down while the sub caught his breath.

“A little squirter, aren’t you?” The dom purred and Geno shot a disproving look before the fingers were pounded further into him. His hands moved up to his pillow to grab and hold onto. His hips were pulled up onto the doms lap to give him better leverage, aiming deeper into him. This feeling was the best feeling he’s ever felt. It was addicting. He wanted more. His eyes flashed again. The dom chuckled, using his free hand to move up to the sub's throat. The sub bared it, wanting the pain. His throat was squeezed as the dom hummed.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it~” The comforting words calmed the sub even if he didn’t know what he was getting, but it must be what he wants, right? Geno brought an arm over his face to bite into so he wouldn’t scream at the pace the dom started. He could feel how wet it was getting, it was almost like he pissed himself. He was drenched. Pleasure and pain mixing. His throat burned with lack of oxygen. He begged the dom to continue or stop, he didn’t know. His vision went blurry and the dom pulled back. Geno came, he twitched with each splurt. He bit his arm hard, eyes rolling. His body trembled, but then his eyes flashed more at the dom causing him to pause. The red glowing fire calling for him. Geno pulled his arm away. 

“P-Please.” He begged softly. The dom slowly pulled his fingers out, resulting in a whine from the sub. 

“You wanted this.” The Sadist pointed out as the dom pulled himself out. Geno could feel the full body shiver he had. It was intimidating, the size and width. The dom’s eyes flashing blue like he was struggling. Geno nodded, giving consent. He didn’t care anymore. He was so fucking gay. The dom braced himself over the sub before leaning down to his ear. 

“Reaper.” The Sadist whispered. Geno swallowed and glanced at him. 

“H-Huh?” The sub stammered. The dom smirked. 

“That’s my name.” The dom slammed inside of him. Geno screamed out before covering his mouth. He didn’t want the guards running in. Reaper sighed over him, his blue eyes flashing. Geno's face scrunched up in pain. The name sounded familiar. The dom’s hands moved to his hips, pushing in as deep as he could. The sub felt his eyes roll, he could feel him, feel how stretched he was. He was split open. Legs shook on both sides of the dom. Their eyes staring at each other. The dom kissed him aggressively and Geno responded well, kissing back with passion before Reaper’s hips moved. Geno choked and wrapped his arms around the dom in fear. The dom didn’t let his lips escape, biting him and pulling the sub back to make out with him. He gave the sub no time to brace for the impact the dom was about to have on him. His hips started at full force. Geno almost screamed again, his noises being covered by the Sadist. Reaper pulled back. 

“R-Reaper Ah!” He cried out. The dom chuckled teasingly. 

“There you go, scream my name, maybe the guards will come to watch~” Reaper cooed and Geno shot the best glare he could in his blissed state. 

“Fuck o-off pervert!” He snapped before crying out more, arching into the dom. Reaper smirked and leaned forward, his hands moving to every bruise that had started to appear. Running his fingers over them to dig into the bruise to cause pain. Geno squeezed the life out of the bed. He was close to ripping the sheets. The dom studied his wounds like they were the most interesting thing, hips still moving vigorously into him. The sub couldn’t do anything but whimper the doms name, over and over like a chant. The dom hummed in appreciation each time. Geno’s blurry wet eyes meeting the blue ones. 

“Cute.” Reaper whispered. Geno flushed but didn’t get to yell in retaliation before the thrusting shut him up. He couldn’t even say anything and it was frustrating. Not to mention everything inside of him just wanted to listen to keep getting more and more of this pleasure. He bared his neck again, a silent plea. The dom hummed. 

“So many bruises, how many did you piss off?” Reaper asked. Geno swallowed trying to remember. 

“F-five!” He shot out with the thrusts. The dom leaned closer. 

“I should punish you for that.” The words were a threat. Geno tensed up. “But I’m a reasonable man, I know exactly what you wanted. Someone wanted to be tased, didn’t they?” The dom asked. Geno flushed and blinked in shock. How did he- Then a cold feeling went through the room at the look the dom gave him. The grin and pure bloodlust in his eyes before he slowly pulled out one. Geno’s eyes widened. “Great that I stole one~” The dom brought the taser to his side. Geno freaked. 

“Wait!” He cried out and the dom paused meeting his eyes. Waiting, listening, for one word. Geno stayed silent; he knew what he had to do. Say it. But…he didn’t want to. His eyes trailed to the taser in his side, his eyes flashing. Did the dom even know how to use it? What if’s ran through his head but then a click cut his thoughts short. He screamed. Tensing up, his back arching. Eyes rolled, the electric current was so harsh, leaving burn marks. What he didn’t expect was to cum to that. It was so aggressively forced out of him it winded him. Nevermind for the dom to curse and pull away quickly. The dom pulled out and Geno felt it. The dom came. The dom cursed over him trying to catch his breath, the blue eyes flickering in distress as a shocked and confused face met his. Geno was too far gone. Sub mode completely taken over. Being tased by a Sadist was an entirely new experience. Geno laid there barely moving and completely spent. His body occasionally twitching, trembling, staring up at the second bed. Silence filled the room. He was quickly pulled up the dom using his own clothes to clean the sub up from his and the doms cum. Geno let out a whimper and the dom shushed him, touching him gently before pulling the sub onto his lap, holding him close. 

Geno grumbled, not able to fight against the pointless affection. The sub leaned into the dom trying to calm the raging hormones. Reaper didn’t let go of him. He had no idea how much time went by before the dom spoke. 

“I’m sorry I can’t give proper aftercare, Doll.” The words were whispered. Geno just let out a noise, feeling utterly exhausted, his body ached. It felt good. His head was so foggy. He hummed happily and leaned his neck to the side, baring it one last time. The dom’s hold on him was tight as silence continued to fill the room. When the guards would come check on them was beyond them. The dom breathed heavily behind him. 

“Fuck it,” was whispered. Teeth dug into his neck. Geno’s eyes widened in shock. They dug in aggressively, breaking skin like it was nothing. The sub cried out, bringing his hands up to the doms head, fingers dug into his hair as he pushed the dom more onto his neck. Rushes of hormones hitting him. The sub squeezed his eyes shut trembling against the other as Reaper slowly pulled his teeth out, licking over the marks before biting him again. Geno squealed. The dom bit him over and over again. Every part of his neck and both shoulders were marked. Blood dripped down him, the dom licked it. The rest of the night felt like a blur. He was dressed and then was fed food. He wasn’t too drunk, just tired. The dom wouldn’t stop holding him, and touching. The sub was eventually put to bed, laying his head against a chest. 

When Geno opened his eyes he was met with another person in his bed. He was confused and his body hurt. Slowly pushing himself up his eyes moved to…Reaper. The dom was asleep. It was early. It was still dark outside, from what he could see from the barred window. Geno pulled away, slowly moving up. What happened? Flashes of last night ran through him. A blush ran up his face before he turned and rushed out of the cell like he always did when he panicked. He let a man fuck him. It felt good. Too good. It was almost addicting. He slept so well. He walked through the hallways before pausing. Why did he run? He should get back to his dom. The inmates weren’t supposed to be up right now. Why was the cell door unlocked anyway? He turned down the hallway moving to go back when a different inmate stood nearby. Geno’s eyes move to black collar. Geno froze, the dom met his eyes. He was the one Reaper smashed into the wall. The sub took a step back and the man smiled. 

“Up early, aren’t you? It's unsafe to roam around without that dom to protect you.” The man started to walk over to him. Geno glared and the man froze. Geno felt something he never felt before. His eyes felt weird. The man’s eyes widened in shock taking a few steps back. “Y-You’re a sub?” The man fell down in fear. 

“What are you two doing!” A familiar guard yelled as he rounded the corner. Nelson turned and froze his eyes moving to his neck. Geno then realized something. Nelson was a dom. He couldn’t tell before, but now…he could. The man cursed, staring in full shock. Geno took a few steps back. Nelson took a step forward. 

“Shhh, Geno, you’re alright, you’re fine, come here.” The dom tried to coax him over. The image of a sub standing there hazed, covered in bite marks glaring at a dom, was not a good look. Geno shook his head and moved to run away but ran into more guards. They tried to calm the sub down in a panic. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He didn’t know why he did that. He was so careful. He never used his eyes before. Just the thought of another dom coming close other than Reaper freaked him out so much he couldn’t control it. He was quickly taken away. He didn’t fight it. He couldn’t run, he was tired, in pain, and honestly confused. He felt so weird. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. All he wanted to do was go back to his dom. He tried to struggle but he had no strength. He was brought to a room secluded from everyone. He was told to wait before the cell door was locked. Geno slowly sat down and pulled his legs up to curl up. What did he do? He should’ve stayed in the cell. Why did he leave? Where was his dom? 

Geno could feel the throbbing from the marks on his neck, they at least stopped bleeding. He didn’t know how much time passed before a person he had never seen before entered the cell with a clipboard. They didn’t seem like a dom. The smaller looking framed man smiled at him. 

“Hello, Mr Crayon, my name is Mr Dixon. I’m just here to ask a few questions, if that is alright to you?” Geno swallowed and nodded nervously. He probably shouldn’t punch this guy. The man felt less threatening. Mr. Dixon smiled. “Great. We know you are a sub.” Geno flinched. “But that's not what I’m going to be focusing on.” Geno glanced at him confused as the man pulled over a chair to sit in front of him and sighed giving him a sad look. “Mr, Crayon, were you assaulted?” Geno blinked in shock and now realized why everyone was freaking out. They believe a sub just got raped in their jail. Geno shook his head quickly and the man looked surprised. “N-No.” He stuttered softly. The man then wrote something down, then he glanced up. “Okay. Well I will still provide you with a pregnancy test if requested.” Geno froze. Oh. He forgot about that. But the dom pulled out? Could he still…? The man started to ask him more questions about being a sub, if he knew. Yes. How he passed screening, so he explained how. Eventually the man nodded, getting everything he needed. 

“Okay that's all the questions I need, Mr. Crayon. Someone will be here later to escort you out of the jail. We will have to bring up this case to the court, you will be facing additional charges.” Geno bit his lip as he glared down at the ground. The man got up and left, leaving him in the cell, alone. 

Reaper stood in the cell, agitated. They weren’t letting him out. He asked but they were so busy ignoring his request. He glared at the cell doors. Where was he? He was not happy to wake up alone. His dark eyes staring at the guard outside his cell. He decided he had enough. He moved over and slammed against the wall. The guard gasped in surprise before turning to him. 

“Wheres my roommate.” He deadpanned. The guard paused and looked a little panicked. Reaper glared. That was not the response he wanted. He felt his eyes flash. “Where is he?” He growled. The guard went to talk looking like he was about to faint from nerves when a different guard and someone he hadn’t seen before walked up to the guard making him look relieved. The guard…Nelson if he remembered correctly, knocked on the door. 

“451208, you have a visitor.” Reaper raised an eyebrow. He didn’t really care much about this shit, he just wanted his sub back. He was supposed to stay in his cell with him, especially in his state. His nerves skyrocketed. He didn’t get caught did he? The bite marks were very visible. Was his sub stupid enough to leave like that? He let the two into his cell. This was a sub. The sub smiled at him. His collar was visible. Claimed. The man tapped his clipboard. 

“Hello…Mr Grim. My name is Mr. Dixon. I’m here based on a situation occurring in the jail and I just need to ask you a few questions.” Reaper stiffed up. The other cleared his throat. “Were you aware your roommate was a sub?” He asked. The dom stayed quiet. 

“I’m requesting to call my father. I’m not speaking further until then.” 

“Yes?” 

“Dad. I need your help.”

Geno stared at the building coming into view. It was close by and near the other jail. It didn't take long to move him. Not like he had a lot of stuff anyway. The sub glared looking down at his legs. He got so distracted by the dom and ruined his whole life. It was going so well. He learned how to be normal. Everything was good. Everyone was fooled but of course he had to ruin it all. He was quickly brought into the new jail, stripped and searched all over again. He was given a bracelet thing then was brought to a newer looking cell. He was told to wait. He didn’t know why he was waiting. He touched the bandages on his neck and felt a soft ache. Will he ever…see him again? He got to see the inside and it was very similar to the last jail, just a little more fancier, he wondered why. After some time he was brought food, he ate it then waited more until a few more guards appeared and moved him. He was brought to a weird section of the jail. He entered to find a few small machines. He was told to sit down before he was cuffed to the chair. He honestly was pretty scared. There was a dom in the center of the room. He tensed up nervously. The man placed a paper down and stepped back, looking annoyed. 

Geno swallowed nervously. He read the paper and raised an eyebrow. Was this a personality test? What the fuck? He glanced up at the man then slowly took the pen and started to fill it out. The man raised an eyebrow at him. The man was…studying him. Why? What was he even doing? Geno slowly filled the dumb paper out. He was too nervous to fight anyone anymore. It felt more confident in the non-gendered jail as he had no expertise being in this kind of environment. When he finished he handed it to the man who then read through it. The dom studied them then filled something. The dom turned back to him. 

“Stand up, we have to go over some exercises.” Geno slowly stood up and nodded. The man then put him through some tests and games. Geno didn’t understand why he was doing this. Eventually the sub was told to sit back down as the dom studied the clipboard. The man hummed, raising an eyebrow, his eyes flashing when he met him. Geno tensed up. The dom then grabbed a small machine to place down on the table in front of him. 

“Put your hand in here, I will warn you right now, it will hurt.” Geno swallowed and glanced at it, nodding slowly, inserting his hand. He placed his hand and the dom grabbed it and a remote. Geno tensed up in fear as the dom's flashing eyes looked down at him. He looked like…Suddenly, the button was pressed and the machine came to life. The sub expected pain but was sadly met with just a little tingling. He tilted his head and glanced up at the dom who watched him. The man chuckled before turning it off. The dom placed it away and then guards were brought in. He was led out and brought back to the cell. He waited in the cell bored. He was used to roommates. He was used to an annoyingly handsome roommate. He glared down, staring at his hands. There was a knock and he glanced up. Lunch was given. He ate and finished before there was another knock. A different looking guard walked in with a lab coat on. They smiled. 

“Hello Mr Crayon we are happy to tell you, we have figured out your gender, and here are the results.” He was handed a folder before she left. He huffed and opened it. Oh. shocker. Masochist. He rolled his eyes and placed it to the side. He leaned his head against the wall. 

A day passed, he was let out to meet the other inmates. He learned that the majority of them were brats or soft subs. A few of them were also in jail for not going to the academy. He hated it, how could a small thing as gender cause someone to lose their entire life. He didn’t make any friends, staying to the side and watching the brats terrorize the guards to get punished, though the punishments were a lot softer. He was used to getting hit and beat up, but these guards didn’t do that. The brats seem like even bigger rage-baiters than him. Geno kept to himself but did find that they had a library. He used it to look up gender stuff. He learned more about his glare and what S and M’s really were. He didn’t just get off to pain, he got off to embarrassment and fear. That made a lot more since why the dom teased him so much. He paused his mind going back to Reaper. He glared and huffed. He couldn’t get him out of his head. This sucked. The next day went by the same, he was told he wasn’t going to have roommates until he made a friend and then you could request a room. This confused him. This was nothing like the other jail. He was then told about the end of the week “filling” where doms volunteer to help the sub inmates with their fill. He was not ready for that. He did not want another dom, he had his. Geno had just finished eating lunch when a guard walked up to him. 

“Mr Crayon, I need you to come with me.” Geno glanced around confused and nodded, following the guard. He was brought to a different type of room. He entered it and came face to face with a tall man standing in the corner staring off. Geno glanced around confused as he was brought to a table and cuffed to it. The guard stayed there with another guard. Geno immediately noticed the third person was a dom. He was getting better at recognizing this. The older dom stood there looking out a window before he turned to him. His dark eyes glanced at him and he tensed up. The dom then walked over and placed a small hand machine on the table. 

“Hello. I will be the one testing you for your rank, if you would please put your hand in this.” The dom asked. Geno swallowed and nodded. He didn’t understand the ranking much, he hadn’t gotten to this part of his book. What number is considered high? What's considered low. What was his number? He placed his hand in nervously and his finger was suddenly pricked. 

“Now, Geno, I would like you to tell me why you were hiding your gender.” The sub flinched in surprise. The sub had never been commanded before, it forced him to open his mouth. 

“I…I was scared. My parents were killed by a dom, and I didn’t want to be a part of that. I was a foster kid who had no support, I didn’t have anywhere to fall if something were to happen like that.” He admitted. The dom studied him. 

“How did you get by without fills?” The man asked. 

“I used supplements.” He replied. The dom hummed, glancing down at the machine. Geno had no idea his eyes were activated until that moment. 

“Do you miss your dom?” Geno tensed up in surprise, his eyes widening. 

“Yes.” He whispered. The dom glanced down as the machine beeped. The man read something before motioning for the two guards to come around to mark it. They both gasped in surprise and looked at him in shock which confused him. The two then moved to go mark it down for the jail leaving him alone with the dom. The dom then moved to sit down at the table. Their eyes met and Geno nervously looked away. This man was very intimidating. 

“You are 22 years old. The jail sentence for hiding your gender after 18 grows with each year. You are looking at a 32 year jail sentence, not to mention your misdemeanor.” Geno froze and he stared at the table in despair. He was ruined. “I’m here to offer you a deal.” The dom stated. Geno turned his gaze to look up at the older. 

“I will pay your bail and erase all your prison sentences if you agree to be my son's sub.” Geno froze in shock. Erase his prison sentences? Pay his bail? But that would be millions of dollars-The dom smiled at him. The sub stared as he thought about it. Is this his only chance out? 

“Who’s your son?” He whispered. The dom smiled and pulled out a photo. Placing it down for him. Geno’s eyes widened as he stared at his dom. He raised his head in shock. The man chuckled at his expression. 

“Is that a yes?” The man asked. Geno swallowed and nodded without even realizing he agreed. The need to go back to his dom was strong. The man smiled and slid some paper contracts across from him. “Sign these and I can start the discharge process for you.” Geno grabbed the papers he froze, stopping himself from reading it. Should he really care? He has to sign them anyway. He signed both contracts. He vaguely skimmed through. Basically he had to be his sub until otherwise told not to by this man. Okay, he agrees to that. He finished signing and slid them back over. The man nodded before moving to grab something. 

“One last thing.” The man placed a pregnancy test down on the table in front of him. “Go use this and bring me the results.” Geno flushed and he slowly brought his hand up to grab it. A guard was called in and he was led to a bathroom. He used the pregnancy tests, he was handed three, and waited for his results. They all came back negative. He brought it out of the bathroom before he was brought to a room to wait. Eventually the man from before walked in. 

“Thank you again so much Mr Grim-” A high official voiced to Mr Grim as he walked in. The dom saw him and walked over. Geno placed the tests on the table. The man read them and nodded, motioning for a guard to throw them out. The man then snapped his fingers at him.

“Up, we are going.” Geno stood up quickly. He was uncuffed fully and then brought into a room with regular clothing. He changed his clothes to civilian clothing and was also handed a small tub of the items he had with him when he was arrested. There was a bag for him to place it in. He did so and then grabbed his piercings and slowly put them back in. He then left and his bracelet was unlocked. He still didn’t know what the bracelet was for. He found Mr Grim standing by some guards waiting as he walked up. The man nodded and walked. He followed quickly behind him. They walked through the rest of the prison until they finally left through the front door. They walked out to the fanciest car in the parking lot. He entered the passenger side nervously. The dom sat down and noticed the bag on his lap. Mr Grim took the bag and placed it behind his seat before starting the car. 

“The drive will be long.” Mr Grim stated. Geno nodded and he sat nervously staring at his hands quietly. The dom didn’t talk. The drive was awkward. He had no idea Reaper had such a dad, but now that he’s looking at him, he was familiar looking. The car ride did take awhile. He had finally relaxed around the three hour mark. Then he felt something weird around him. He blinked in confusion as a comforting force wrapped around him. Was this an aura? He glanced at the dom but felt his eyelids flutter slightly. He didn’t notice he was so tired. He fell asleep in a strange place, not knowing where he was going. 

He woke up slightly when he was moved, his eyes opened to a very fancy mansion like house he was brought into. He fell back asleep quickly. He was then woken up a second time when he was laid in a bed. He nuzzled into the sheets. A door was shut and he was left in a dark silent room on the most comfortable bed he's ever been on. 

The front door slammed open harshly. Reaper walked in not caring about taking his shoes off. He walked further in with a glare. The smell of food filled the house. He paused and took a deep breath to calm his anger. Walking further into the hallways he turned to his dad in the kitchen cooking. The man smiled as he saw him. 

“Ah, Reaper. How was the trip?” The dom asked. Reaper stayed silent, choosing to bite his tongue before he snapped and got in trouble. He was annoyed he was here. Why he was pulled out of jail was beyond him, especially if his dad refused to go find his sub. He stared at his dad. The man smiled more at him. “How about you go place your stuff in your room? Dinner will be done soon.” The younger dom clicked his tongue and turned angrily. The dom marched up the stairs feeling his anger fester. He made his way to his door, opened it, and froze as he entered the room. Someone was here. He glared and placed his bag down and moved slowly closer, cautious. The white hair peaking out from the blankets made him pause and his heart skipped a beat…..He’s going to have to thank his dad

Geno doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about, but it was comforting. He felt warm and nice. Then it was all ruined with an intense cold feeling washing over him. Something screamed in him to wake up. He could feel it. Someone was watching him. Someone was with him. Laying on his side, he slowly opened his eyes to a dark figure standing next to him, but that wasn’t the part that scared him, it was blue glowing eyes staring down at him like he was prey. The sub’s eyes widened. He pushed himself up off the bed. A hand wrapped around his throat. Geno froze feeling his pulse tremor underneath his hand. His dom. A warm feeling flew around him, causing a dizziness to hit him. He gasped at the aura around him. He looked up at his dom and the hand around his throat tightened. He obediently stayed still, letting him choke him. The dom moved forward onto the bed forcing the sub back on his back, arms were placed next to his head. Seeing Reaper without the prison attire was different. He had a style, a very adult style. Actually he had no idea how old the dom was. There was a lot to learn about each other. 

Reaper shot forward devouring his lips, a hand touching his hair, cradling his face, gently. The dom seemed almost hesitant but so very needy. The dom kissed him like he craved him. Geno couldn’t help but respond the same way. He needed him. He hadn’t stopped thinking about the dom since. Reaper got aggressive. His bites split his lips and hurt his tongue. The dom made a noise of surprise at the piercing on the sub’s tongue. Geno couldn’t help but flush at the act. The dom gently played with him, interested in the little gift given to him. The dom yanked on it, causing the sub to flinch before Reaper pulled away breathless. Geno had gotten so hazed during it, he shot forward kissing the dom back, he wanted more. Reaper brought a hand up to his hair, yanking it harshly. Geno was pulled off with a quiet cry. The slight pain on his face. The drunk feeling intensified around him, making his head spin. Geno opened his eyes to see the dom and felt his blood go cold. Reaper felt very…different. Everything felt different. It was a lot more scary. The dom smirked, his sharp teeth almost in view as the sub couldn’t help but zone in on that. He remembered how those teeth felt in his skin, he shivered. He longed for them. 

The dom’s hands moved down and basically ripped the clothes off the sub. Geno flinched but he knew what he agreed to. He almost felt like a sacrifice, given to a god. The dom was definitely handsome like one. He was almost perfect looking. Geno didn’t understand why he got the privilege to be underneath him. He had no fight, no attitude left for the dom to correct. He wanted what the dom offered. Reaper hummed seeing no resistance from the sub even as he was laid bare before him, legs being spread. 

“That’s a good boy. No mouthing off, okay?” Geno nodded before he even realized he was commanded. The dom slapped his thigh. 

“Use your words.” The words commanded him again. Geno nodded. 

“Y-Yes, R-Reaper.” He stated before even registering what was happening. He felt almost like a puppet. He was completely controlled by the dom, and it felt nice. 

“Hmm, we’ll get to honorifics later.” The dom stated vaguely before lifting the sub’s legs above his head. Geno squeaked, his face flushing at the position. The dom didn’t wait as he leaned down and took the sub down his throat. Geno cried out in surprise, bringing a hand up to mouth to cover it. The dom pulled off quickly. 

“Don’t cover your noises, there's no reason to.” The dom corrected. Geno brought his hand down. 

“Y-Yes there is! It’s e-embarrassing!" He forced the words out feeling how red his face was. The dom smirked against his dick. 

“Well then be embarrassed, Doll.” Reaper kissed his dick, “Don’t hold back.” Geno bit his lip and let out a cry as the dom took him back into his mouth. His sharp teeth tracing up the skin. Geno let out a shocked muffled moan. Shoving his hands over his face. The dom pulled away again with a sigh and laughed. 

“At this point I will tie your hands, do not cover your face either.” Reaper threatened. Geno glared. 

“Y-You!- You’re so mean!” He complained. The dom chuckled. 

“Oh Doll, you can insult me better than that. Or did you lose all your bark?” The Sadist teased before biting his tip. Geno cried out in shock, his hips flinching. “Oh, also no cumming.” Reaper smirked evilly. 

“What! Why?” He complained. Why was he given so many rules? 

“As much as I love watching you fall apart underneath me, I want to make this moment memorable. You can be good for me right, Doll?” The dom brought a hand up to jack him off. Geno whined, squirming. 

“Y-Yes sir.” He agreed instantly. The dom smiled watching him. 

“Hmm, you’re getting better at that.” Reaper licked up his dick. Somehow the dom made sucking cock so hot. His dark eyes, always on him, studying him. The look that he just wants to destroy him. The dom went back to serving him, his teeth ripping at his foreskin and tracing scars down his length. A free hand even moved up to squeeze his balls harshly. Geno tensed up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain sent shudders through him. The pleasure was addicting. He opened his eyes to flash them at the dom. Reaper responded by slamming three fingers into him. The sub choked on his spit, before crying out. The dom smirked. Using his free hand to rub circles into his skin slowly digging his nails into him. Geno could feel the fingers stretching him, finding his sweet spot quickly to terrorize it. The dom wasn’t slow, he just kept getting faster, his fingers were much more talented than his own. Reaper's mouth was mostly teasing him. He knew the Sadist could feel him twitch and tremble with each thrust into him. He wanted the dom back in him so bad. He wanted that pain and stretch. He wanted the dom to ruin him. 

“R-Reaper!” He cried out. “P-Please?” He begged behind moans and cries. Reaper stayed on him for a few more licks before pulling off his teeth tracing upwards making the sub lift off the bed to follow his mouth. 

“Please what?” The dom asked. Geno flushed as he thought about what he exactly was begging for. 

“...H-Hurt me more?” He grumbled with a pout. The dom laughed looking at him with amusement. 

“Okay~” The dom teased before an overwhelming pleasure slammed on to him at full force. He felt his body fall limp, he had no control over it. It was like he was a puppet with his strings cut. He moaned, his eyes closing as a drowsy feeling went through him. The dom then bit. Hard. So hard he bled. Geno normally would be horrified that his dick just got bit off but the feeling was just too good. He would let this dom eat him at this point. He didn’t care as long as it felt this euphoric. The dom pulled his fingers out, his free hand working on releasing himself from his pants. Geno could feel the bits on every part of his lower half, he could watch it too with the way he was bent. He thought his back was going to snap from how much the dom was pushing him. He never knew he was this flexible. The dom released himself, giving himself a few pumps with a sigh as he pulled away. Geno flushed as ideas hit his head. He wanted to give the dom pleasure. Reaper let go of him to reach above him to grab something. Geno watched the dom rip a condom with his teeth before pulling it on. 

The dom was quick, almost rushing. Reaper grabbed his thighs meeting his eyes and slamming fully in. Geno shrieked, scrambling for anything to grab to stabilize himself. Yanking on the blankets he arched, feeling his eyes roll. He would’ve come from that if the dom didn’t command him. Reaper sighed, his head leaning back in pleasure. Geno flushed. Reaper slowly brought his eyes down at him. They flashed blue before the dom striked. A hand grabbing his throat and the other grabbing his hip. The hand squeezed hard until the sub couldn’t breath. His senses heightened as the feeling of the dom inside of him intensified. The dom pulled all the way out before slamming back into him. Geno opened his mouth in a silent scream. He couldn’t make any noise with no air. The dom started his rough rhythm, not chasing pleasure for either of them, instead, seeking to hurt, and hurt it did. It felt like he was being split in half. His legs shook in pain, and he felt the aura around him intensify, making Geno’s eyelids flutter. The need to breathe got stronger. He let his eyes beg the dom to let him breathe. Reaper watched him with no mercy until the sub could feel spots in his vision. 

The hand let go and Geno choked as he gasped hard trying to get the much needed oxygen. It didn’t last long until the hand found its way back to his throat. He was choked again. The pleasure of getting the air in before roughly cut off to withholding air. The dom’s pace only got faster and faster as he was split in half. His hazed feeling hit him hard and he could feel the way he laid limply there allowing the dom to do whatever he wanted to him. Geno couldn’t think, lack of oxygen and the dom’s aura was making him fall apart. He felt like putty. His vision was spotty. The dom pulled his hand away for the last time letting him gasp for air. He could feel his dick twitch with need. He would’ve come so many times already if he could. Reaper watched him from above. 

“Geno, will you be my sub?” The dom asked. Geno really not in the state of mind to answer it with anything but-

“YES! Please!” He could feel the tears going down his face, overflowing. This was too much. He was overwhelmed. He wanted to cum. He felt Reaper shudder in him and then move his hand to the subs hair, yanking his head back. Revealing his upper neck. The dom bit into his skin. Geno sobbed, knowing he was being way too loud but he couldn’t stop it. 

           “Please, please, please-” He begged, his eyes blurry with tears. His body hurt already. Reaper pulled back to lick the marks. 

“Please what~” The dom sang in a teasing tone. 

“Fucking let me cum, I was good!” He sobbed out. 

“Hmm, that's not the way you ask for that.” The dom disapproved and Geno cried more. Each thrust digging deeper into him. 

“Please, Reaper!” He begged again and was met with silence. “I-I-I’ll be yours! Please! Anything! I can’t take it! I need you!” He sounded the most desperate he’s ever sounded. He never wanted something more. His voice was already scratchy from the abuse to his throat, he will probably have bruises. The dom stuttered in him. Reaper shot forward kissing the sub to quiet down his crying. 

“Yes. Scream my name, Doll.” The Sadist whispered against his lips. Geno nodded, feeling the dam break. His dick twitched as he came, his vision going white and his body seized. 

“R-Reaper!” He screamed out.  The dom brought a hand down to jerk him off, milking him of his orgasm. The dom seemed to have cum as well. His hips shuddered at how much the sub tightened up around him, though all the dom did was pull out, replace the condom and slam back in. Geno didn’t think they were going another round. He found himself turned around doggy style. His face pushed roughly into the bed. The dom traced his nails down his back pounding into the sub harshly. Reaper bit over the bandages over his neck with a growl. The Sadist then moved down his body to bite any skin he could find, leaving bruises, bites and scratches over any clear piece of skin. Sometimes the dom even bit bruises that were already there. Each time Geno came he screamed the dom’s name. There was no more conversation, just growls and moans  filled the room. An aggressive thirst for each other. The dom fucked him like he needed him to live. The sub couldn’t do anything but take it and try to survive the destruction of his body. He was sure the dom would take care of him afterwards, he wasn’t scared to let loose, and let the dom wreck him. He didn’t know how long they fucked but Geno could tell he was nearing his limit. 

Each thrust into him was met with a pathetic painful whimper from the sub, his body sending tremors. The dom was going softer than before and sounded a little out of breath. Geno knew he would after how fast he went on him earlier. The sub was smiling softly in bliss. He couldn’t move and completely gave up on helping his dom in any way. Reaper was more than happy to do all the work for him. One more thrust and Geno came against the bed with a sob while the dom jolted into him, cumming himself from the sub tightening up. The dom held him as only Geno’s soft cries and the dom’s heavy breaths filled the room. Reaper pulled out, the sub letting out one last painful cry before falling limp against the bed. The dom was quicker moving around the room. Geno laid there hazed. He felt so good, dizzily staring at the ceiling. His pain got worse at some points but would feel better as a comfortable feeling went over him. He calmed his crying while he was cleaned up gently, Geno could barely focus until an object came into view above him. A black collar. The sub, not really knowing what it was for, just bared his neck. The collar slowly went around him, buckling in the back. If Geno was somewhat coherent before he wasn’t anymore. He felt his head lull as he stared up at the ceiling not moving. Waves of hormones almost felt like too much. He could feel the silent tears going down his face. 

The sub laid there on his dom’s lap for a while, riding out the highs he was trying to handle. He had been put in soft pajamas. Hands tracing his back. The simple touch soothing him. There was a ding and the dom hummed before sighing. Geno felt himself get moved which he let out a soft cry noise from the pain. The dom’s hands tightened around him as the sub was lifted up. Geno was then carried out of the room. The sub kept his face shoved into the dom’s chest. They walked through hallways and down stairs and more hallways when the smell of food met the subs nose. He could feel his mouth water. He was hungry. 

“Ah good, he’s still alive. Now you two need to eat.” A deep voice spoke. The dom holding him chuckled. Reaper took a seat holding the sub still on his lap. Geno refused to move his head from the dom’s shoulder. 

“Thank you.” His dom stated. There was silence before Mr Grim hummed. 

“No need to thank me, I’m just happy we found you a sub.” The older sadist stated eating his food across from the dom who started to eat his. The dom went to voice his question.

“Will he-” 

“Let’s keep him here for a month to let him settle in before bringing him to the dorm. I’m going to enroll him into the college.” There was a nod. “You need to also teach him as much as you can.” Mr Grim stated. Reaper nodded again. 

“I will get him up to date with his gender…what was his rank?” The dom asked. Silence replied. 

“250.” Reaper almost dropped his fork. He expected the sub to be in his 5 range but not his exact number. The dom glanced down at the sub falling asleep on his chest, he’ll have to force him to eat once he finishes himself. More comfortable silence filled the room. Geno would have to relearn all of this, the sub wasn’t mentally able to comprehend any of the words being spoken between the two. The older Sadist pointed his fork at the sub on Reaper’s lap.

“He’s very loud.” Mr Grim commented.