James had never done any of those things for drugs. But that didn't mean that he had never been abused or degraded. There was proof of that all over his body. Of course those were different circumstances. James was born into that. He didn't have a choice in the matter. Someone like Fisher, on the other hand, did. But addiction wasn't an easy thing to overcome. He knew that. All it really took was one false move to send you spiraling to the bottom. He'd seen it happen to quite a few people he'd known in his lifetime. He'd never really felt sorry for them though. He wasn't sure that he felt sorry for Fisher either.
He didn't answer the question because he wasn't sure what the answer was just yet. He could have more questions later on. Right now he didn't, however. So instead, he changed the topic, or at least breached off onto another branch of the same topic. "I haven't had sex in over a year." He'd thought about it. He'd been offered it more than once since he'd been here, and before that, but he'd just not felt... inclined.
Pushing himself up in the bed so that he was sitting up now, back against the metal headboard and legs stretched out, his blue eyes were even more piercing in the dim light of the moon as he traced the line of the other man's jaw. "I was in prison before they sent me here. A guy tried to... have his way with me in the shower once." He smirked a little as he added, "I fucked him up pretty good." James didn't look like much, he knew that. The was tall and thin and not overly muscular. But with the way that he'd grown up, he'd had to be tough. And he could take on a man twice his size, like his father for example, and readily hold his own.