Hey boy, BonBon is looking for you... (PM if you want to play)

[Stella_Omega]

Hey BonBon is looking for you... (PM )

An ooc thread has been added for this RP- Please add your comments and character sheets


BonBon, 35 years old, is a bleach-blond, cold-eyed drag queen who rules the jail yard. She thinks you're cute. Better get in good with her, little boy. Because your ass is getting the once-over from more than one of the big men. they'll leave you alone if she takes an interest in your welfare...

http://stellaomega.com/images1/av/Bonbonlook.jpg

 

[joeys-game]

Joey, 19, first time in prison.
A tough guy on the street, has no idea about life in the pen.
Everyone's a fag and he aint having any of it..
Strolls out into the playground, looks at Bon Bon...

"YEAH, AND"?

 

[Stella_Omega]

The outrageous half-woman looks him up and down. Smiles to herself, quicker than you can see. What an adorable body. All that bravado, just ready to be trained...

"Welcome to the joint. What do you need, honey? You get it from me. Smoke, or pills, I got whiskey too. And pussy, too-"
She gestures behind her to the prison "girls" chattering in their corner of the yard.

"So... What's your name, sweetheart?" They're so cute when they're mad...

 

[joeys-game]

Joey looks around, notices that a good portion of the prison population is staring in his direction, he is freaked out to say the least.

Still, he aint no fagboy..

Spits on the ground..Look fag, i don't need nothin from you and i aint interested in fucking no guypussy..

The yard seems to have gone deadly silent, he has absolutely no idea why..

Was he supposed to be afraid of this dipshit, dressed in a skirt for fuck's sake!
He turns to walk away...

 

[Stella_Omega]

BonBon rolls her eyes. She has two choices- should she let him walk away and simply stand by to pick up the bruised and battered remains once the yard had had its fun? Well, make that one choice.
Well, one warning, just so he couldn't say she hadn't;

Grabbing his arm with a man's strength, she pulls him back against herself;
"Boypussy is all there is for the next ten years, little fucker."

Mmm, sweet, clean sweat.

"You either get it or you give it up, do you understand me?"

She releases the pissed-off little rooster. Let's see how fast he is at learning.

 

[joeys-game]

One minute he's spitting in the dirt and walking away, the next minute, this 'she nale, bitch has a hold on him so hard and so fast his head had spun!

'What the fuck", he yells at her but listens, carefully as she bends his arm, painfully.

He looks into her eyes, he wants to walk away, his heart is beating furiously , hammering against his chest..
He's in too deep, he's way out of his element, way out of control..he doesn't understand....!

It seems like everyone is waiting for his response, what to do, fuck he wants to die....

He hesitates, he doesn't know why...she lets go, he hasn't said a word..

He takes one step away from her...he hits the blacktop...hard!

 

[Stella_Omega]

BonBon hikes up her skirt. Carefully, showing just exactly as much as she wants to, she bends down over the prone figure. Giving the yard an eyeful of her gorgeous ass.

"You come to me when it's all over" she says to his muscled back. "I got bandages and iodine too. I got it all, baby!"

Disdainfully, she walks away, swinging her little maribou purse.
"Hey, Darleene" She yells, "What you got for me, honey?" The whores start swingng by to hand over their share of the take.

 

[hugo_sam]

Every 'yard' has a grizzled old grey headed sage, who sits and observes.
He wondered what BonBon would do with the new meat. He had seen it all before.
There's always a BonBon and always 'new meat.'

 

[Stella_Omega]

BonBon notices Hugo in his accustomed place.

"honey, can i join you a minute?"
She knows the old man has no interest in her. But he doesn't judge, either.

Across the yard, she watches the new kid pick himself up off the ground- where she'd dropped him.
"i'm gonna learn him to dance!" she says to the old man, and laughs.

 

[hugo_sam]

BonBon notices Hugo in his accustomed place.

"honey, can i join you a minute?"
She knows the old man has no interest in her. But he doesn't judge, either.

Across the yard, she watches the new kid pick himself up off the ground- where she'd dropped him.
"i'm gonna learn him to dance!" she says to the old man, and laughs.

"I know you will, Bon. Just don't wait to teach him, otherwise he'll end up with that dark crowd. Lord knows they've been growing lately. It's getting to where a body can't even be safe anywhere." Said the old man as he crossed himself.

 

[Stella_Omega]

You just stay out of trouble, Hugo" She says.
Here, i got something for ya"
She passes him a half-bottle of hooch.

The kid is moving around, checking out the yard. The weightlifting area, the checkerboard tables, the little baseball diamond.

 

[hugo_sam]

You just stay out of trouble, Hugo" She says.
Here, i got something for ya"
She passes him a half-bottle of hooch.

The kid is moving around, checking out the yard. The weightlifting area, the checkerboard tables, the little baseball diamond.

Hugo upended the hooch taking a healthy gulp. It did taste good, some of best lately. He missed good single malt, but he knew he'd never have that again.
Hugo thought to himself, 'The kids nervous.' He knew the kid was at least disturbed, if not downright frighteded. New meat always had to find their place. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes easy. It never was readily predictable. It was always more difficult for them to adjust, than they thought when they were on the outside. Prison was different.

Hell, he'd been here so long, he had tried a little lovin' from time to time. He wished he could have had a looker like Bonbon. 'Girls' were not around much when he first got sent up. He had to made do with some of the sweeter ones he could find. Now he was just too old to bother much with any of them. Watching was most of the pleasure he had now. An occasional vist with 'Rosie' was all the release he had now.

 

[Stella_Omega]

OOC- okay, dammit, where where we going with this? *Hands over face deep breath deep breath*
I've been given permission to Mary Sue, on account of how Joey has a headache and wants to be entertained

Joey brushes the dirt off his shirt. Fuck. The he-she simply turned away, like he wasn't important anymore. That pisses him off, as much as her attention did in the first place.

He stomps over to a table with an empty bench. The men there offer him welcoming grins that don't seem too reassuring.

"What kind of a faggot is that anyway?" he asks the world in general.

"BonBon?" someone says, and laughs.

"Yeah, BonBon... Fuck. " says someone else.

"So, what are you in for guy?"

"umm... Well..."

"Jaywalking!" this quip is met with enormous laughter. "Ooh, I was fraaamed!" someone says in a falsetto.

"Hey, fuck you!" Joey retorts.

"How long you in for?" this is from a big man, with half his hair missing. The scalp exposed there, is a mass of scar tissue.

"Ten years, the judge said."

"Ten years? maybe you will fuck me." the scarred man grins. But his grin never reaches his eyes. "I can always use a new wife."

"I ain't no faggot" Joey says, with as much contempt as he can muster

"Me neither" Scar assures him. And rests a heavy, warning hand on Joey's shoulder. "I only fuck women. You gonna be a woman, soon enough, you got the looks for it."

"The fuck!" Joey pushes the hand away. It swings around and comes right back, hard into his cheekbone. Joey's head bounces onto the table, and is arrested by a grip like iron, in his hair.

Scar drags him across the bench, until he is staring at the man's enormous bulge in the prison blues. The other hand comes into his vision, unzipping Scar's fly, unleashing his cock.. Voices behind Joey are laughing, and a hand slides over his ass, in a disturbingly intimate way.

Desperately, Joey swings a fist, and connects with Scar's stomach.

And then it feels as if a wall has fallen on him, repeatedly. Through the dust and the haze of pain, he sees the heavy boots the balled fists of his assailants. He tries to retaliate, but quickly finds himself rolled up in as tight a ball as he can make himself, helplessly enduring the beating.

That fucking drag queen bitch was right.

 

[Stella_Omega]

BonBon watches the mayhem.

"Well, that's the first lesson" she tells Hugo, who nods, glumly.

Eventually, they slow down, and she gets to her feet, and strolls towards the knot of men. Joey is laying on the ground, bloody and half-concious.

"Thanks, guys" BonBon says "You tenderized him for me."

"Ah, fuck, Bon" the scarred man says. "what do you want with him, anyway?"

"Good question!" she says. "Let's find out." She kneels over the boy.

"Joey, either you get up and walk with me right now or you'll be a bitch for the next ten years, you know what I mean." She hauls at an arm, pulling him to his feet.

"C'mon, honey... You can do it."

She supports him, stumbling, and they make their way out of the yard, into the cool, dark building. The guard, who should keep the inmates out of the cellblock during the daylight hours, nods at her as they pass.

 

[joeys-game]

Joey eventually feela the torrent of boots and fists that have been hammering at his body slow down, then stop.

He can barely see anything, his eyes swollen shut and his mouth tasting like iron and dirt.

He hears that voice again, light yet sarcastic and undenyngly authoratative, thanking the men for working him, he groans inwardly, yet at the same time he is immeasurebly thankful that she has come back to get him, at least for today, anyway.

She tells him and at the same time hauls him to his feet and half carries, half drags him across the yard and into the cool, quiet cell block.

Instead of the way to his own cell, she takes another path that eventually culminates into a somewhat larger enclosure, a lot larger actually, where she tenderly lies him down on the bed.

Joey, who is half concious puts up only limited resistence when Bon Bon begins removing his jail blue jumpsuit, carefully sliding the material across his battered and bloody form.

A few minutes later he hears the trickle of water and then the bunk shifts as Bon Bon settles herself next to him and begins the arduous task of cleaning his many cuts, checking for broken bones and dressing both cuts and bruises with salve and bandages.

He's in a lot of pain and feels really tired but does manage to mouthe the word thanks, even if it does come across a little bit insolently.

 

[Stella_Omega]

A bloody nose, bloody mouth, of course. Cut eyebrow, cut lip, bruises on his cheeks, skinned knuckles. One rib might be cracked, but doesn't seem to be broken. There are an assortment of scuffs on his arms and legs. Bon Bon hums to herself as she washes and bandages.

This kid is really cute, with a muscular body, and long brown hair. She strokes it tenderly back from his swelling face.

"Thanks" he mumbles. His battered mouth makes the word mushy, but his sarcastic tone is clear enough, and BonBon back-hands him for it. The kid yelps.

"You can do better than that" she tells him. "This stuff is expensive, and I don't want to waste it on you, understand?

 

[joeys-game]

A bloody nose, bloody mouth, of course. Cut eyebrow, cut lip, bruises on his cheeks, skinned knuckles. One rib might be cracked, but doesn't seem to be broken. There are an assortment of scuffs on his arms and legs. Bon Bon hums to herself as she washes and bandages.

This kid is really cute, with a muscular body, and long brown hair. She strokes it tenderly back from his swelling face.

"Thanks" he mumbles. His battered mouth makes the word mushy, but his sarcastic tone is clear enough, and BonBon back-hands him for it. The kid yelps.

"You can do better than that" she tells him. "This stuff is expensive, and I don't want to waste it on you, understand?

The backhand that she deals to him is swift and drives the point home without a shadow of a doubt.

His hands come up to touch the hot spot on his cheek but only momentarily as she brushes them aside and tells him to quit being a baby, he goes silent, his eyes watering.

Bon Bon continues her ministrations of his body, cleaning, soothing allways humming and clucking her tongue.

When she begins work on his ribs he cries out, but manages to keep his hands and arms to himself, gritting his teeth against the pain, tears beginning to roll down his swollen face, turning his head into the pillow, less a sob reach her ears.

 

[Stella_Omega]

"You got to be a man here." Bon Bon tells the kid. "Some guys don't have to worry about it, but you do. We don't see no women, ever. And men have to have something to fuck and fight over, so the weaker ones get turned into bitches. You ain't tough enough to stop it, I promise you that. You want that?
'Okay then, it's time to grow up."

Once she's taped his ribcage, he breathes a lot easier. Bon Bon picks up a bowl with a few precious ice cubes in it, wraps them in a cloth and applies them to his face, giving him the boxer treatment. He flinches away from the cold and the hard pressure at first, as she pushes the ice along the bones, to press the swelling away. Too bad. He's going to need to see out of at least one eye.

 

[joeys-game]

Its all happened so fucking fast..a robbery gone terribly, terribly wrong!

Joey, waving a weapon with shaking hands, demanding that the old woman hand over the money, the old lady actually reaching for the money in the till.

Joey in his fear and haste thinking that she has pressed some sort of silent alarm.

Losing his composure and his tentative grip on reality, Joey repeatedly strikes the woman with the butt of his gun, unable to stop and is eventually pulled away by his two would be accomplices and delivered smack into the hands of two horrified policemen who have responded to the robbery!

At 19, Joey now has the next 10 years to relive this incident over and over in his mind.

He shakes away the all too real memory, his head rattling as he does so and looks up at Bon Bon.."why, why are you helping me at all, why didn't you just leave me to the yard"?

 

[Stella_Omega]

She hears his confession of a robbery gone bad without much emotion. The joint is full of stories like these, after all.

"why?" the kid asks.

Why? Because new meat is always an entertainment.

Why? Because Joey's looks would make him a formidable rival, if he became a bitch.

Why? Because jail politics are preventing her from taking a lover, since her last husband was paroled.

Why? Because no one helped her, all those years ago.

"Why'm I helping you out?" Bon Bon smirks. "So you'll owe me, what do you think?
Try to sit up, okay? "

She looks him over. He's a fine looker, with wide shoulders and rounded pectorals, set over a narrow waist. The white strapping is under those pretty nipples, Bon Bon made sure of that.

"Want some ice tea, sugar?" She hands him the plastic cup and watches him gulp it down. His eyes are so wary, over the lip of the cup.

"I ain't gonna bite you, for crissake!" Bon Bon laughs.
Okay, time to make things clear. She slides off the mattress, humming, and sashays across the cell, to put things away. She keeps her butt in motion the whole time, letting him get an eyefull of the gorgeous globes, with the skirt sliding over them, the most womanly part of her. She looks coquettishly over her shoulder. He's paying attention now!

 

[joeys-game]

He watches and he listens..

He watches as she gets up from the bed, her short skirt riding high, affording him a slight glimpse of just the bottom of her rounded asscheeks..

He watches as she sashays away from him, putting this away and that away..

He watches as she bends lower still, her tiny skirt just because it is in his way, seemingly inviting him to take a closer look...

He watches when she looks back at him her eyes dancing over his body that she has so recently attended to...

He hears the catch in his throat as he attempts to breathe normally, feels the beginning of an erection..tries in vain to just will his arousal away..

He can't and she knows it, she smiles at him, continuing to hum and cluck..

He watches warily yet full of hunger and need when she once again approaches the small bunk...

 

[Stella_Omega]

"Like it baby?" oh, it's an old line, but it always works. She hooks a thumb into the top of the skirt.
He gives a mesmerised little nod, embarrassed and shy. Bon Bon laughs;
"How long since you got any?"
"uh-"
She slides her hand over her ass. Watches him lick his dry lips. Laughs to herself.

 

[joeys-game]

How long since he had any...?

Its been an awfull long time to a 19 year old male who hasn't had a lot to begin with..

"uh, its been awhile Bon Bon, its been a long while", he stammers, his heart beating in time to the throbbing from his painfully hard cock!

He isn't sure at all, at all, what he is supposed to do, he doesn't want to do anything, he wants to get off, you bet..

but this is a guy, a fucking guy....

He looks away, rubbing his bulge trying to get himself under control...fuck...

 

[Stella_Omega]

Bon Bon sits down next to him again, and takes over the rubbing. It's quite a handful he has tucked away in his prison issue shorts. And, since he hasn't pushed her away immediately, she knows he won't- if she's careful.

But that doubt is still there. Jodi- The drag queen who was tops before Bon Bon- was killed by a man who hated "fags" so much that he could not adapt to the rhythm of the jail. The other inmates got rid of him, soon enough. Jodi had been well liked, and was mourned by many.

"Mmm, you got something nice in there!"

This flattery makes the kid grin, tentatively, pick up his head a little bit. Bon Bon pulls the elastic away from his lean stomach, slides her hand inside, making a seductive "O" with her lips.

 

[joeys-game]

He rubs himself trying to ease the pressure, Bon Bon takes over before he realizes exactly whats happened, he lets her, it feels good.. and she strokes his ego with her compliments, making him grin just a little.

He closes his eyes momentarily, relishing in the sensation of someone rubbing his dick, not his own hand , another real life flesh human being, forgetting for that instant that this is not some hot chick jerking him, making him feel good, making him feel like a man...

He reaches for her, letting his hands slide down over her shoulders, really getting into the great hand job she is giving to him, he rubs her upper arms, her muscular biceps and triceps..all is well..

He slides his fingers down her neck, across her throat..down lower, his fingers searching for her nipples, her breasts..

He freezes when he touches her nipples, erect yes, aroused you bet...no breasts, no fucking tits...

His eyes fly open and he moans in frusteration and anger, pushing Bon Bon away.."no, im not a faggot, fuck you... get away from me bitch"...