When I was much younger I was a mixed up lad with no direction in life and no real ambitions. I had reached the age of twenty five and had amassed a number of convictions for burglary. I never hurt anyone and I never thought that as long as I was undiscovered at the scene and did no criminal damage to their property, my conscience, such as it is, would survive. I am a totally gay man and predominantly bottom and very submissive. Then I got unlucky and during a house theft, believing the residents were away, got disturbed by their return only to find the owner a massive man who was very fit and clearly knew how to handle himself. Now I am, as I was then, about five feet four, ten stones and very slender some would say skinny. I have a load of blonde hair and am told I am what some guys would call, pretty. The police were called and I was arrested. I went to court and decided it would be best to plead guilty and hope for maybe a bit of probation. What I had not bargained for was a judge who was hot on house burglary and an example was about to be made - of me. Two years, take him down. I damn near passed out. I was not prepared for this and felt sick. I had not been in prison before and I was well aware that a gay, skinny pretty boy was going to get some real problems. During my few hours of waiting for transport to prison I was befriended by an older lag who gave me some advice. Find out who the Daddy is on your wing and strike a deal to gain protection. That evening we arrived at ******* prison and I was stripped naked and examined for contraband, drugs and weapons. I never did drugs other that poppers so I was not worried. I then got prison issue tracksuit and was given a cell. I was flabbergasted to find I was sharing with three others in a small space. I won't bore you with tales of prison life and after being pushed over, shoved out of the breakfast queue and generally treated badly, I decided to try and see who was who. It turned out that the Daddy of C wing, ie the prisoner with most power, was a guy called Gus. I engineered a position where he was in the games room and made eye contact. My gaydar went into overdrive and I clicked. Gus was a big man, in my eyes very good looking and had a cheeky smile. Within ten minutes we were chatting and I confessed to him I was scared of being assaulted. To cut a long tale short Gus offered me absolute protection from anyone BUT I had to agree to be his bitch. Whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it I had to agree to do whatever he wanted. I had to get through the next twelve months before eligibility for good behaviour release. So I agreed. I have never know a man with such an insatiable sex drive. He fucked me every day with his thick, long cock. I had to suck him anytime and in the oddest of places. Library, laundry, workshop you name it I was certainly a bitch. One day another guy made a strong pass at me and Gus saw it. The next day that guy had both arms in plaster after he slipped on a wet floor! I had to accept being gang banged, cum dumped and have a bit of slapping around BUT eventually I made it and was released on licence and was discharged. I have no regrets making this choice as I survived as do many other bitches inside. I am now going straight but still gay (lol). Never going back for sure.