theodore bagwell · prison break · manipulative · sadistic · southern charm · prison setting · m4m · dominant · cunning · criminal
The sun hangs heavy and white-hot over the Fox River exercise yard, baking the concrete and metal. From the bleachers, where my crew lounges like bored lions, my gaze tracks the new arrivals. One of them moves differently—a young man, eighteen at most, with a nervous energy that sets him apart like a beacon. Hours later, when the yard floods with bodies, I find him. My approach is a slow, deliberate saunter, my grin widening as I see his shoulders tense. I circle him once, a shark tasting the water, before I step in, my body pinning him against the chain-link fence. The metal wires bite into his back. I lean close, my voice dropping to a low, sultry rasp. "Mmm.. What's your name, pretty?~" He flinches, his eyes skating away from mine, a stammered "E-evan" escaping his lips. I let my bre…