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HENRY'S SENTENCE - PART 1 'What's a nice white boy like you doing in an overcrowded Nigerian prison?' says the journalist opposite me. The glint of my handcuffs catch his eye as I rest my arms on the table. 'Where do I start?' I say, but really I'm thinking I'd better tell him quickly before they take me back to my cell where Temi will be waiting. So, start I do... See, Mum and Dad are missionaries. I grew up traveling from one third world tropic to the next, all in the name of 'God' of course. But when I turned eleven, mum thought I should have a proper education. So they sent me back to the UK. Let's just say my fantasies of all boys schools did not materialize into reality. I'm slim, I like to run, but I'm not athletic. I'm a geek and not the cool kind who like superheroes. I read. Books. It was supposed to be the start of my gap year before uni. A month with mum and dad then onto more... welcoming locations... But when I arrived, everything changed. Black men are fetishized a lot, aren't they? But then, who isn't when it comes to sex? Tall, fat, trans, ginger... I can't say I've ever had a particular type. I just knew I liked men. Of course, I hadn't told anyone else that, not at that point. Did you know in Nigeria, you can be sentenced to ten years plus just for being gay? I do. My parents were living with Will, an old benefactor for the local church. His house was huge and, as I didn't know my way around the city, he assigned me one of his staff, Ayo, as a guide. I'd never seen anyone like Ayo before. He's a little taller than me with a defined chest and arms, but that arse... seriously. It's so round and high, you could rest a drink on it and you wouldn't even need to bend down to pick it up. Not to mention the bulge in his pants, hanging neatly against his thick thighs. His skin is the most beautiful colour I have ever seen. At night, he's as dark as thunder clouds but in the day, he's a rich roasted coffee whose eyes shine gold. And his smell, the sweat after a day gardening... just glorious. I wanted every part of him on me, in me. I've dreamt many times of him taking me to his room and forcing me down over the bed. But did he? I'm not giving anything away just yet. The first night there, I couldn't sleep in the heat, so I got up to get some water. As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I could hear something - slapping, heavy breathing. My first thought was mum and dad and I nearly vommed, but then I remembered they were both snoring when I passed their room moments ago. I tiptoed into the kitchen and peered around the corner. Bent over the dining room table was Will's wife, Anna and standing behind her, his back to me, was Ayo. He held her down with one arm, the other pressed into the small of her back as he rocked hard in and out of her. I watched his legs and arse as the moonlight caught them. I could see his balls slapping against her. Anna clung to fistfuls of the table cloth as she thrust herself back onto him. My heart raced. My cock throbbed. I let out a shaky breath and with it, an accidental little squeak of joy. Immediately, Ayo stopped and turned to me. I was mortified. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn't let me. Sensing his pause, Anna spoke and made to stand up, but Ayo kept her down, eyes firmly on me as he drew his thick dark meat from inside her and plunged it back in over and over again, all the while his eyes on me until she had to muffle her cries with the tablecloth and he finally turned away and threw his head back roaring as he emptied his sack into her. I took that as my cue to leave and darted back to my room. I waited until there was nothing but silence before I slid my hand down to my cock and began to wank. It didn't take me long until there was cum dripping off me, all up my chest and sides. I slept like that until Ayo woke me the next morning. 'You're late for breakfast.' He stood at the end of my bed in shorts and a vest, his skin glistening. 'I've had the car cleaned. We'll go out today. Show you around.' I nodded, though when Will said he was giving me a guide, I hadn't realised I would be on his schedule. I showered, quickly before throwing on shorts and t-shirt and heading down to mum who served us all tea and toast. I watched Ayo at the table, curious as to his position. He was employed here yet happy for my mum to wait on him. All the other staff were busy. 'What're you two up to today?' said dad over the paper. My eyes met with Ayo, but he spoke before I could. 'Henry's helping my with some errands, then I'm showing him 'round town.' It was the first I'd heard of errands. 'I'll get the dishes,' said mum as I stuffed the last of the toast into my mouth and downed my tea. Then we left. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have got a taxi straight back to the airport.' The guard’s keys jangle as he steps back into the room and stands between me and the journalist. ‘Enough,' he says, knocking me forwards and hefting me up by the scruff of my neck. 'I'll come back tomorrow,' said the journalist and he leaves not waiting to see my dragged and shoved along to my cell. The Guard slides the key in with ease and opens the cell. He leans into me and whispers, 'I'll be back for sloppy seconds,' before thrusting me inside, slamming the door and locking me in. I push myself back onto my knees and look up to the bunk where Temi is sat, his back to the wall, legs spread, his eyes focused on a point beyond the bars. 'Enjoy your walkies?' he says, without even looking at me. I say nothing. He's at least 6'6"tall and chunky. Thick-thighed, a not unattractive podge of a belly. And his skin is the darkest I've seen of any man. He shuffles down the bunk a little and slides his trousers down a little revealing his thick, dark dick and enormous sack. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. I crawl to him on my knees. He doesn't take much to arouse. I cup his balls in one hand and guide his dark meat into my mouth with the other, but he slaps both hands away. 'Be a good boy,' he says, still not looking at me. I let my arms fall to my sides and lean in, enveloping his soft penis into my mouth, slobbering and licking his balls as I do. He lets out a sigh, so I know I'm doing well. His cock grows quickly, plumping up. I reckon if he were slimmer, he'd have a solid 9" or more but that doesn't matter because the girth is barely containable in my mouth. I bounce my head up and down, trying to force as much as possible down, trying to put on a good show because I know what'll happen if I don't. He tastes salty now. I've grown to love that taste. His hands find the back of my head as he grows fully erect and hard enough that it's my throat that has to flex and bend - not his shaft. He forces me down on his meat for what feels like minutes at a time. I feel him flex halfway down my throat. I choke, my eyes running with tears. And then it stops as he slaps me off him and onto my back. He makes a gesture with his finger, and I slip my trousers off and climb into all fours. I hear him grunt as he kneels behind me. I push back as he puts his full weight into one hand on the small of my back forcing me to arch up and stick my boy-cunt out. He gobs full mouth of spit onto my hole and with one unmanicured thumb, spreads it around. Then he leans forward. I feel his belly rest on my arse cheeks. A wall of flesh meets my hole, and it doesn't stop. He slides forward, breaking me open until he's balls deep. I wince, his weight forcing me to almost faceplant into the concrete floor. I silence my screams as he tears at my hole, his cock thrusting in and out, ploughing me to fit his shape. He grabs my hair and lifts my head up with one hand, then scoops my hands up with the other and holds them behind me so I'm balancing on my chin. He lets out a series of loud, pants and groans as his strokes speed up becoming longer and longer. The inmates opposite say nothing. One sits on his bunk, grinning, hand down his pants, the other stands at the bars, his cock poking through as he wanks off at the sight of me being bred by my Master. Temi’s balls slap hard against my cunt as he builds his speed even more. I struggle to keep silent, sobbing and yelping but he doesn't care now. His whole body is beating into me, and I'm pushed further and further towards the bars on my face. Then he lets out a roar and I feel him swell inside me as he unloads his spooge, burst after burst, thrusting deeper into me until he's done. And when he is, he rips himself from me and for a few seconds until the pain of my hole retracting subsides, I long for him not to go. Then he climbs back into his bunk. 'Next,' he calls out, and I hear the hurried footsteps and jingling keys of the guard returning... Hey Guys, Hope you enjoy. More parts coming soon. I'm hoping to do multiple parts a week if people want them? I've noticed other students also adding info for tips here, so I'm doing the same, though it's not required - I just want people to read and enjoy really. Happy to survive on protein donations from the many men who enter me daily, but if you fancy buying me a drink, here's my Monzo - Venmo doesn't exist in the UK! [think before following links] [think before following links] https://monzo.me/andrewjames37- 18 replies
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The following is how my friend became the prison bitch and is reposted here with his permission. I really am an Ex-con. I spent a very long time in prison. It's been over a decade since I was there though. Most of my sex mental images were formed out of that time. Feel free to ask me questions.... but I'll be honest in my replies. I love adventures. Near public sex. The great outdoors. Sexy soft asses. Giggly girls. Tough bitches. Freaks of all kinds. It doesn't have to be sex, I just like experience. Let's talk. I have been in and out jails, and prison until my last release in 2001. I was 18 when I went to prison the first time. I am not sure what led me down that road... it was a different time, and the world was very different. I never really fit in. I never really found a way to fit in either. The struggles led to a lot of bad decisions. Confused thinking... probably a familiar story now. I was young, very slim, hairless, feminine when I was sent to prison. It was the 80s big hair, rock n roll, drugs, and sex. I was far from helpless. lol, I was in fact, a very violent person even then. However, the prison was a world full of tough guys. It was a world that I would eventually learn to survive in. I was moved from Quarantine to a Prison Psych Hospital within 60 days of my arrival. For further observation and testing. My mind was a mess...it was scary as the decisions I made at this time would follow me everywhere in prison. There really are no secrets in prison, and everyone is some type of predator looking for weakness. Even the inmates at the hospital knew that I had arrived at the prison dressed like a girl. I received countless kites (notes) from inmates from day one. The short version, some promised protection in lieu of sexual favors, others offered money for the same, and some promised violent rape. Everyone waited to see how I would respond. Deep in my heart, I knew, and I knew before I was sent here that I would not survive my entire sentence without someone fucking me. The only real question was did I decide or would someone else decide for me.... who would be in control. It was a lot to think about. I was not interested in being raped... some died from it and the beatings associated with rape were brutal. Further, if I was raped I did not want the rapist to have the power of seeing me weak, screaming or crying... I had to take that power away from him... silently I knew that I would have to be "broke in" I began to evaluate guys trying to figure out who would be discreet and gentle. Shortly after I had decided this course, I was moved to a five-man dorm setting but there was only three of us there. Terry a black guy much older then myself was already my friend and in the dorm, the other guy was heavily medicated. I decided that I would ask my friend to break me in... I had no idea if he would, he never led me to think this way, it was a risk... I wrote a note. That stupid note changed everything. I was no longer a friend... I was a prize. Negotiations between us followed. In the end, we struck a deal... he would be very gentle with me and break me in, and discreet but I would shave like a girl, dress up for him, he would break me in then I'd submit to him the rest of the night. I had to write a note declaring that this was not rape and I asked him to do it. Sign it. I knew that everything was changing... It was like watching my life from outside myself. I could not believe that I was in this position. I was sinking into depression as I stared down at my life unfolding. I was nervous, and he was very eager. He watched with lusting eyes as I prepared myself that evening. Shaving, showering, douche, makeup and finally just panties and a t-shirt. I laid there in my bed thinking as we waited... waited for lights out... waited for our roommate's drugs to kick in and he'd be asleep... waited for the guard to make his round. I was a man of my word, and as the guard passed, I got out of my bed... placed a blanket on the floor between the beds out of sight... Terry was already touching himself... I couldn't help myself I had cut my eyes and seen him. It was dark (lights out) but there was a slim beam of light from the small window in the steel door that allowed me to see non-detailed shapes across the room. I was very nervous... I knew that there was no turning back and everything could change. I was torn... I wanted to back out before it happened and part of me just wanted to be done with it. " No, I had to back out" I turned to say something and was caught off guard as Terry was standing next to me already. Before I could tell him that I had changed my mind he had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against him pressing his lips to mine... My small frame seemed to melt in his embrace... I was not expecting that! He was treating me like he would a girl... his hands gripped my butt tightly and pulled me against him. I could feel his excitement against my belly through my shirt. At that moment my mind said that I was a girl... I felt like a girl. he was a foot taller then I was.... stronger. My slim 5 ft 5 frame at 119 lbs was overcome with a sense of femininity as it melted against him. He broke from my lips and without a word I knew that it was time. He was already lowering his pants as I turned away and pulled my panties down, slowly got on the floor before him... Laid down on the carefully spread blanket face down.... I placed a pillow under my midsection to raise naked butt in the air slightly offering myself to him as he stood over me. One last look back at him towering there naked... now I was scared again he was much larger then I was. I was sure that this was going to hurt. As he gently kicked my feet apart spreading my legs and lowered himself down onto my back... my mind screamed " You're a damn fool. No one asked to be turned out. Now you're going to spend your life as fuck boy" My self-critical thoughts were interrupted by his weight on me. I felt the coarse hair of his legs against my smooth shaved legs.... closing my eyes I felt everything as if in slow motion.... the hard dick pressed against my ass pulsating, all of his weight crushing me covering me.... the hair on his chest against my back even though the shirts thin material.... I seemed so small beneath him. His hand brushing the long hair from my neck and his lips ... the hot breath on my shoulder as he kissed my neck and shoulder before whispering in my ear, " are you ready?" No need to answer that and he didn't wait for me to respond. His weight lifted and his hands trailed down my back as he knelt between my spread legs. his strong hands pushed the bottom of my shirt up over my naked butt to my waist, as if it was a skirt. they gripped my cheeks and pushed them apart exposing my near virgin hole to his lustful gaze. I just lay there as he poured Baby Oil down the crack of my ass, his hand working in being sure that I was "wet" He lubed his rock hard with desire dick, as I reached back like a wanton whore grasping it pulling it toward me. He lowered himself back down on my back and I guided him home. Its tip pressed against me... suddenly he was in me. I gasped at the suddenness of it. I held my breath to keep from crying out. As I struggled to take it in and adjust to its size. I wanted to scream... to stop... OMG, what had I gotten myself into... My entire body was tense even my toes were curled up and my hands gripped the blanket... he pressed forward, and I realized that he barely in me. Tears welled in my eyes as he slowly pushed his way in... all the way in. He whispered, "relax" I tried but it was still several minutes before I adjusted to his size and the overwhelming pain began to ease allowing to breath. He must have sensed that, as he began to pull out... then back in. My mind raced with thoughts now that I could breathe. I was seeing it as if I was floating above us... my small feminine form beneath him, legs spread... him pumping away and holding me... I felt him sliding in and out of me. Felt his desire and needs for release... muscles tensing... pelvic thrusting against my ass... hot breath on my neck... sweat dripping on me from his labors... I rolled my ankles out opening myself wider for him inviting him deeper. There was no turning back now... I was a bitch. He was pounding away grinding ... there was no more pain. His breathing was labored, and I could feel his dick starting to pulsate... I knew that he was getting ready to cum... totally shocking myself, I blurted out, " cum in me" and he did. then collapsed on my back exhausted from turning me into a bitch. When he had composed himself, he pulled out of me... I suddenly felt empty, his spent juice oozing out slightly in the cool evening air. As I stood I could feel it dripping running down my inner thigh and walked over to toilet area to wipe. When I turned around I saw him staring at me... It was almost time for the guard to make another round, and I pulled my panties back on. It was done... I had been broke in and it wasn't so bad... I returned to my bed where I laid thinking. I laid there knowing that I had changed everything... I was cursing myself out for being weak. Judging myself harshly. Hating that I was willing. telling myself over and over how stupid I was... but excited by the idea of a life here in prison as a girl. I couldn't handle being seen as a bitch... I had liked it and it was too late now anyway, I had dressed like a girl and basically begged a grown man to cum in my ass... My self-judgment was interrupted by the guard's flashlight in the window checking on us... As the guard passed, I got up and went to the sink to better clean up, turned the water on and wet the wash clothes before pulling my panties down to clean up. As I wondered if Terry was still awake, I was startled by his hands around my waist. I felt his hard cock slide between my cheeks across my tenderness... he was clearly awake.... he bent me over the sink right there ready to collect his end of the bargain... "... I'd submit to him the rest of the night" With my panties around my knees, he pushed my feet apart and I remained bent over the sink submitting to him as agreed. He easily entered me this time and wasted no time... it was his reward. Without a word he took what was his... it was all I could do to just brace myself as he pounded away at his treasure... I truly didn't feel like a guy... I felt like a bitch... he was pounding my pussy for what seemed like an eternity before a deep thrust... he was quivering as I felt the now familiar pulse of him cumming followed by the wetness of my hole... his hands grasped my naked ass cheeks... pulling them apart so he could view himself buried spent deep inside me. I can only imagine what it may have looked like... he seemed happy to be there... I felt him pull out.... the spent juice again dripping down my thighs...I tried to wipe but it was just kept oozing out. I was full of cum and my pussy was not tightening back up as before... I stepped out of my panties and went over to the toilet to try and push his cum out of me. He followed me ... my mind screamed, " Damm you're not done" As I sat down, he walked right up to me...his softening dick glistened in the window light... he smelt of sex. Heavy musky scent combined with baby oil. I felt so submissive... so feminine. He pushed his midsection toward me until the tip of his dick touched my lips... I hadn't thought about this occurring. I just assumed fucking me was the thing... his hands caressed my long hair as I parted my lips slightly and he pushed himself past them into my mouth. the smell was repulsive... I wanted to pull away. He must have sensed it as he gripped my head tighter... almost like I knew what to do my hands went to his thighs and I began to relax... my nose against his belly my tongue caressed the bottom of his dick. It jumped into my mouth and began to harden. I started to apply sucking and his grip lessened on my head. I looked up into the darkness as if seeking his approval. I began to instinctive do what was being asked of me. my hand grasped his member, my tongue feverishly licked and caressed it as my lips held it firmly sliding up and down its shaft... eagerly sucking it back to life...my eyes searching begging for a sign that I was being a good girl seeking his approval. It didn't take long for him to be rock hard in my warm loving mouth, then throbbing, jumping and pulsating as he exploded. it tasted salty and thick and smelt heavy... tears ran down my cheeks as I choked gagged but swallowed his spent cum... I had never knelt before a man, much less had a dick in my mouth... What a pathetic man I had chose to be... even now I imagine the scene... 18 yr old kid, 119 lbs, 5 5 slim feminine long hair, white shirt smooth soft legs escaping beneath it. seated on a toilet, cum dripping from his ass, mid thirties hairy black man, standing before him, hard dick shoved in the tear streaked face... cum dribbling across the red lips... it was not a vision that I would see for long as he was not done... lifting me up from my submissive position I turned away... tired but willing i spread my legs wide and bent over the toilet so he could take me again... he did. That is how my first time in prison went. That one night changed my life forever. It did not take long for those events to be known... I could not hide the fact that my legs were shaved and with group showers it was quickly noticed. Within a matter of days, even outside of the hospital, in the general population of Riverside correctional facility everyone was talking about the "fine ass sissy" in the psych ward... me. If you like this and want more friend me or follow me... ask me anything. Please try to understand, that most my pictures are from a time gone by now... I am old now and the those days are gone for me.... however I do enjoy relieving the memories here with you all... Thank you.
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I was ordered to do 30 days in jail for a violation with a city ordinance. I am a white, muscular hairy guy - mainly bottom. I had three cell mates. And from day one to day 30 - Every night they rammed and pounded their huge Black Cocks in me. By the third night , I was begging for it. When I got home my partner and I were upstairs and I stripped naked and he gasped at the 8 tattoos , but when I laid on my back and showed him my gaping ruined hole he started freaking out. An hour later we were both naked he had been cucked and his arrogant ass watched 4 BBC’s breed me. He almost cried when I rode the last one and already leaking cum he shot a flood in me that fished back out covering my thighs and legs. But after he spent a couple hours eating my ass and slurping up the cum, while I told him , his small white dick would never satisfy me - that I was a whore for Black Cock and only would take Black Raw Loads and his job would be to clean up my ass and hole - the following week we went to a bathhouse and he whimpered near me as I was gang bred on a fuck bench, in a sling on the floor in the maze and even on all fours in the showers - Then we went to the fuck bench and he ate my wrecked hole and licked it clean. last night at the eagle he watched 5 Bulls breed me with their monster Black Cocks then they forced him to suck them clean and he loved it ! so after eating me out , we showers and lubed up and by nights end he was a stretched out moaning for more whore for BBC like me and on all fours , glassy eyed and drooling through open mouths we kissed as two bulls pounded the hell out of our white asses.
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Just saw it today , love Jake Morgan he is so hot and it is such a turn on seeing a masculine mans man bottom being gang bred
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This is a story i have written for another site, but guessed you would like i the story here better, let me know if you like then i will post some more - greetings from Europe I was waiting in the fishtank to be processed to my cell in the general prison. The word fishtank was correct, we sat in a cage with 50 others guys, being watched by all the other prisoners who where passing by to their work, or foodhall and showers. I was one of the youngest guys in the tank, most guys there where between 25 and 50, it seemed i was the only young offender there. I did not sleep the last days, i was so tired, but fair did take the higher of me, being for the first time in prison, in a foreign country not knowing what to expect. How did I end up there? Well i dreamed about visiting New York for a long time, so finally i had arrived there, my first days i spend visiting all the landmarks in New York, like ground zero, fifth avenue, the Empire state building, Ellis Island. On Sunday i had visited the Guggenheim in the late afternoon and had a diner at a local Italian restaurant. To end the evening i had decided to have a stroll in Central Park, i never i had imagined it was such a big park. Soon i lost directions, and landed in the more dark parts of the park, fear did take to overhand from me, when a guy motioned me over to him, planning to ask him for directions, he offered me some drugs to buy from him, since i was not a user, i told him i was lost and needed some directions, and then suddenly from all sides, there was police, and i was booked as a drug user. They did not buy my story about being lost and i ended up in prison, not knowing me rights or taking a lawyer. Anyhow the lawyer the state had appointed did deliver a shit job, and i was shipped out to the nearest prison in the state. Since i have no family anymore, there was no one who could help me with my situation in my homecountry.I was sitting in the corner of the fishtank far away from other people, most guys would sit together with people of their own kind, white, blacks, hispanics with their own league. I had not really the feeling that i was fitting in. Most of the guys did freak me out, build far more bigger then me, i was not build like the most average american guys, i was a short and frail guy, while all these Americans where big guys, full of testorone, tatts and buzzcuts. I thought the most safe thing for me to do was to keep away from the others and minding my own business. I was looking out what was happening around the fishtanks, the most guys who where passing by, where scary and sometimes i tried to look away from them, just in fear and avoiding any conflicts. More fear was building up inside me, i was not sure how i could handle life when i would arrive in general population, i was working out a strategy for myself how i would cope. Little did i know about prison life in the Big America, there is no such thing as leading your own life in an American prison. Guys who where passing by where making funny signs to me, some made the international sigh for fucking, which seemed odd to me, so i was looking the other way. Others pointed to me and made signs like you and me together, just i did not understand it what they meant.The truth was that i was already being sold under the inmates, rumours had passed that i was a first timer, never been in prison before, a foreigner, and probably a victim of injustice. They could smell my fear from 5 miles, everybody there could tell i was not a fighter, i would be an easy target for everybody who would have a go with me.There was a caucasian guy passing by with a bunch of other guys, and he did notice me and stopped in his tracks. He was observing me, like i was some animal in the zoo, suddenly he was smilling to me, and i thought wow finaly somebody who is friendly to me. Soon he was chattting up his buddies, and one of his buddies did walk up to a group of guys who where standing with their backs to the metal bars.Soon they turned around, and i was watching their moves, wondering what would happen. The guy started small talk to the guys, and soon all faces moved to my directions, where they discussing me? One of the guys i did know from the first days i was in the holding cell, did move forward to the guy, and he started talking to the guy outside the fishtank. My mind was racing, what could they talk about? The guy who was with me in the holding cell had questioned me out what i was doing in an american cell, so he did know pretty well a small part of my story, was he now spilling the beans on me????To be continued I was obvious the object of discussion between the guys in the fishtank, and the guys outsides the tank, all eyes where focussed on me, i was not sure if this was a good thing, of if this would mean trouble. Somehow i would preffered that they would discuss somebody else in the tank, plenty of guys to talk about, why me???? Little did in know, being a loner, and keeping to yourself is not a good thing. You better stick with the others, and preferably with guys of your own race. In prison it is blacks and hispanics how call the shots, being white is a minority, the only whites who survives are the once who belong to the Aryan Brotherhood, and these guys where totally not my scene, i am an openminded guy, anti racist, being a multicultural guy, having friends all over the world. Guess being multicultural is not going to work in jail, soon i would find that out and learn it the hard way. More spectators where in the meantime watching me, what is going on, is this a fucking zoo???? People watching me was beginning to freak me out. The new onlookers where a group of black guys, all big guys, like they just came back from a basketball game, their arms where as thick as the upperside of my legs, and i have pretty strong muscled legs. These guys where really scaring the shit out of me. I tried to move away from their gazes, and move away to the other site of the pod, where the guards where sitting, i felt a bit more safer there. I was covering my face with both hands, and true the opening of my fingers i was trying to make out, if they where still discussing me. The guys in the fishtank where still watching me, and thee so cold friend was still talking to the guy outside the fishtank. Soon i saw that he made his move again to the group of guys and it was obvious that the guy how smilled earlier to me, was in control there. He was asking the other out about me, and in the meanwhile they where all watching me. Soon there was a discussion going between the blacks and the whites, and it was clear that they where discussing me. What was the fuck going on here. The tension was building up in me, what was my future here, how could i avoid any contact with all these people here. Soon i would find out, wardens came into the fishtank and they where calling out names, we had to line up when our name was called out, i saw that the guys outside the tank where motioned to go back to their cells, and prepare their vacant beds to the newcomers. I was hoping to have a cell to my own, i was not sure how a prisoncell looked like in the USA. The fist days of my incarcement i was always in general domitory style tier where a large number of people where sleeping aswell, on privacy means it was total hell for me, i could even not piss in a public toilet when there was another guy standing next to me, let alone having a dump, while 50 other guys where watching me. Soon i heard the warden calling out my name, everybody was watching if i would make the move into the line. When i arrived at the line, the head warden motioned me over to him, and said he would take care of me, whatever that might mean. Others where watching me, and they where discussing me, i was already thinking since i am a foreigner, they are going to treat me special here, i gave a sigh of relieve. The head warden escorted me out of the tank, and walked with me over to the general population, there i came into a large room, where there all cell rooms against the walls of the large room, in the center of the room was a kind of control room, and then you had 3 floors where they where cells. The warden escorted me to a cell in the far corner of the upper floor, i was still hoping for a cell on my own, but when i arrived at the door of the cell, my whole world crushed, there he was standing the leader of the group, who was smiling to me earlier outside the fishtank. I was not sure what to make of him. The warden spoke to my new cellie, here is your bait Rodney, as promised, make sure he keeps out of trouble, and make sure he keeps his nose clean, i will deal with you later. There i was standing in a 2 man cell left by the warden and facing the grimacing face of my new cellmate, Rodney was bunked up against the wall of his bunk, with one arm behind his head and the other hand inside his open jumpsuit, i could see his hearless chest, covered with a lot of tattoos. I had no stuff with me, just the jumpsuit i was wearing, some clothes they have given me, and then a cushion, bedsheets a cover and 2 towels. Standing there i felt intimidated by the big guy watching me, he had a vicious grin on his face, i think he could smell my fear from a mile. I was not sure what to do, should i say hi, should i shake his hand, should i keep stumm???? I never had to deal with a situation like this, and i am very bad at reading people. Rodney was watching at me intensely, he was looking at me from top to toe. Hello little foreigner, welcome to Rodneys palace, he spoke out to me, i was not sure, if he was serious or mocking me about. Palace?????? This shithole was hardly a palace, there where 2 bunks above each other, a toilet, a sink and some storage room, which was been taken for 90 percent by Rodneys stuff. Your sleep on the top pretty boy, for now at least, in the future it might change, who knows, time will tell. What does he mean with this comment???? My mind was racing like crazy, how am i going to cope here???? I was making a move to go to the upper bunk, while Rodney came upright from his bunk, still with his hand in his jumpsuit, little imagiantion i needed what he was doing with his hand in his jumpsuit, it was clear he was playing with his member while watching my every move. Rodney was towering over me, the top of my head did not even reach his big shoulder, i was small compared to this giant, i did not notice how big he was earlier when he was watching me outside the fishtank. I could feel his breathing blowing into my blond hair. I felt akward now, watching this big guy towering over me, i tried to break contact by throwing my stuff to the ground, and making up my bed with the stuff they have given me. Rodney had not the intention to help me, either shifting to the side in order that i could make my bed. I tried to make up my bunkwhile Rodney was watching every move i made, it was not easy making up my bed, while he was towering over me. I tried to avoid any body contact, but he tried it in everyway possible, his hand was still deep in the opening of his jumpsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination of what he was doing. I did not dare to watch him, just to avoid that he was getting the wrong ideas about me, i pretended he was not even there. Rodney was shifting his body, and i thought finally he is going to make room for me, so that i could make up my bed, but before i did know it, he was standing with his breast to my back, forcing me in between him and the metal bars of the bed, my neck, was forced to the iron bar of the matrass of the upper bunk. I was afraid to make any move, i could feel his outlining of his dick, pushing against my back. He lowered his head, and i could feel hit hot breath against the lobe of my ear, you like that boy, you like it when i poke your back, your mine now, your are my property.This triggered my alarm, and i pulled out from him the hardway, hurting my knee on the lower bunk, i was scared shitless from my own reaction. It did not take long or his strong hand that just has been playing with his member was know aroung my throat, puttting on some severe force. What is wrong whiteboy, do you not like to be cuddled up by a big boy? He was increasing the pressure on my neck, he could have snapped my neckbone there and then, pushing me against the metal bar of the upper bunk, i had nowhere to go. You realise punk that you here with a purpose, you are my property now, i bought you, your ass belongs to me, i can do anything i want with you, you have nowhere to go. I was sweating like a pig, my fear was in my face, there was not much i could do, to hold this guy off. I spatted out, i am nobody's property, i am a free man, slavery is over, already a longtime ago i shouted out. Before i had see it coming, his fist did hit my face, at the same time i flew backwards, with my head against the wall, having a double inpact knocking myself out. Somehow i had not lost total conscious, bit my head was hurting massive, Rodney was on his knees in front of me, gripping the collar my jumpsuit, pulling me up till our face where pressed against each other, his spitt was hitting my face, listen punk, you are mine now, and if you don't like it, your ass will be sold to the black guys here, a then your ass will be as big as the hole of a sewerpipe, you get that punk, and with that he let me drop, and my head did hit the wall again, i was nearly shitting myself. Rodney did walk away angry, while i was trying to compose myself, wow this was the first incident, and i was not yet half an hour in the cell. I was trying to get up from the floor, but everything in my body did hurt. When i came up, i saw my reflection in the mirror, my face was covered in blood, his fist had made one good hit, my nose was bleeding, as well my lips, and a part of me eyesocket, as where my elbows of the impact to the floor and wall. I was trying to walk to the sink, when another guy came in, i recognised him from before, he was the one who talked to the guys inside the fishtank, and reported back on Rodney. I was already covering my face, because i was thinking he was coming to finnish the job, but instead he was laughing. Well well, i can see you and Rodney will become good friends, i already can tell. Hey by the way i am little Stevie, i did wonder why they would call him little Stevie, he had the same bulk as Rodney, before i could even drop the question, he told me that he had a dick of 28 cms, so that was why everybody could him little to mock him. Listen baby, don't piss of Rodney, you better do what he says if your dick and balls are dear to you, he rips them off with one go if you not comply to him. Here in prison the gangs have their own rules, you better belong to our gang, then being whored out to the latinos or the blacks. Clean yourself up, it is nearly chow time, you better not show up there with a bloody face, before you know it, somebody will finnish you off there. He left as soon as he had entered, and in the meanwhile i started to clean up my smashed face. Stevie did join Rodney again who was sitting with the rest of the guys, on their own plot dedicated to their gang, every gang had their on sitting place in the pod, these dedicated places where forebidden for guys from another gang. Well tell me Stevie how is the bitch doing in there??? Did you tell him to what his place is in here????? Yes i did, would never have believed that he would come against you, hihihi the bitch has balls, and he paid the cost for it. But i guess you have to work on him, because, he is tougher then he looks. Listen i paid the headwarden some dope to get the bitch in my cell, he has to pay up soon, i figured out a plan who we can speed up plans to turn this little bitch in a punk that brings us money. Tommorow when he hits the showers, make sure, there is a welcome committee, and make sure he understands what the guys wants, and then they have to increase the presurre on him, i want to make sure, he comes to me begging for protection. Rodney was making plans, Stevie would ask guys from a befriended gang, to await Tim in the showers, first they would shower, and when Tim would enter the shower cubicle, they would close into him, and start the intimidation, and use some force to make clear what they wanted.In them meantime Tim was cleaning up and checking all the damages to his body. He had severe bruises in his face, it would be clear that he would have a blue face in a few days. He was cleaning up with one of the towels with cold water, he was trying to remove the blood from face and arms, his ass was hurting like hell. He had the threat in the back of his head of Stevie that he would have to make sure, he would not show his bruises to the guys in the chow hall. Rodney, was entering the cell enjoying the view of the half naked Tim who was cleaning up at the small sink. Tim look scared into the mirror, expecting to receive other blows, but funny enough Rodney did go to his bunk with a grin on his face. Tim was checking every move Rodney made, just to be safe. Rodney was checking out Tim ass and started to grope the outlines of his dick. Rodney made sure Tim was watching him, and made sure Tim would feel that he was preying on him. Tim was disgusted with the with the attitude of Rodney, why would he not apoligize for his actions, Tim was sure that sharing a cell with this guy would not be a walk in the park, he would have to watch every move he would make, being carefull and on constant watch to make sure he was save, he could not let his guard down with this guy. Tim was getting dressed again, he had some bloodspatters on his jumpsuit, but there was nothing he could do, he would clean it during the night.The warden gave the signal that it was time to go to eat, Rodney was getting up from his bunk and turned towards Tim, listen pretty boy, sorry that i did hit you, but it was for your own good. Anyhow if you go to the chow hall, you better stay close to me, to make sure you are safe, if not others guys will see that you are available to them. A big warning to you, it is better that you watch the floor, and not into the faces of other guys, just keep to yourself, stay close to me, and you will sit at the table of my gang. Tim mind was racing, why is he now so protective about me, first he kicks the shit out of me, and then he wants to play the big brother and protect me. Tim was considering his options, he figured out, maybe Rodney was right to stay put to him, stay close and avoiding any eyecontact with other inmates. Soon Rodney did turned to the door and Tim was close behind him following his every step. The walk to the chowhall was very intimidating, Tim was very close to Rodney, and guys where making obscene remarks to Rodney and Tim, hey Rod is he your new fucktoy, did you already ride him, does he suck you off, is he your new cashmachine. Tims mind was running overtime, what where they all on about, what where they suggesting, guys where feeling him up, touching his ass, at a certain moment, Rodney, gave a kick to a guy who was feeling up the ass of Tim, do not once try to touch my property asshole, or i am going to give you the eternal smile. It seemed ages to reach the chowhall, when they finally entered the chowhall, it seemd to mike that they just entered a big market place at some exotic island, guys from all colors where sitting there at long rows of table, the hall must have given place for a thousand men, ranging from white-white to black black and all the colourschemes in between. Tim was scared to have a good look around, so he was sometimes having a peek from the corner of the eye scanning his new surroundings. Soon they where joined by Little Stevie and the rest of the gang, everybody was making remarks about Rodneys new cellie, like it seemed that Tim was deaf, and not really there.
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Has anyone ever visited an inmate at a prison or jail and had sex with the inmate during the visit? I live in the New York area and I know that women do it ALL THE TIME!! Is there a double standard in the prisons and jails where a female can visit a male inmate (usually the female wears little or no underwear) and she ends up getting fucked by the inmate during the visit. And most Corrections Officers in the visiting area turn a blind eye to the intercourse in progress! With all the talks about marriage equality and Americans becoming more tolerant to same-sex relationship, why can't a man visit a male inmate and have sex with him during the visit? My gut instincts tell me that it can and it does happen. But does anyone in this forum have firsthand knowledge of how this works? I would really appreciate replies to this post.
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officer b took me to jail to have more fun with me. officer b: time to get u ready for another gangbang. We go in the showers and 2 chubby guys get in the showers with us. We all wash eachothers bodies then we go to a jail cell and the first chub ties me up to the bed. The 2nd hairy chub rubs his cock on my lips then fucks my mouth, the 1st chub fucks me in the ass. it feels so good beging a cumdump for these chubs im thinking... after they took turns filling my mouth and butt they untied me and the hairy chub put on me the other chubs body and put me to sleep
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. The remarks that followed the story were salacious, so I decided to include them. The story was a bit incoherent, so I had to do a substantial reworking to get it to read correctly. **************************************************************** It is true what they say about jail: there is more sex on the inside than there is on the outside. I was arrested about 2 years ago. Really was the wrong place at the wrong time, but anyway that is neither here now there. But I will say I was arrested leaving a sex club. I had been there for over 16 hours getting my hole loaded and stretched. Needless to say I was pretty ripe and nasty. The booking process takes a couple of hours. As I sat there in a holding cell, my eyes began to wonder around. The five other guys with me were kind of hot: two black guys, two white guys, and a Latino dude. I could tell a couple of them knew that I was a fag. They would look at me and smirk as they rubbed their cocks very carefully. The best part about the holding cell was the fact that the toilet was basically in the middle of the room. I would nonchalantly watch as these dudes had to piss!! As I watched the stream from each guy's cock, it took all I had to hold down my boner. Just as I had contained my boner, one white dude, big beefy and tatted, sat down on the toilet to dump. You could tell he had been here before as he did not hesitate. Sleaze at its best. Well, eventually we were done with booking and it was on to the strip search. Two guards took all six of us into a room where the guards ordered us to strip and wait for further instructions. They then ordered each one of us to turn around, bend over and cough when told to do so. When it came to my turn, I turned around, bent over and coughed. I could see the two guards smirking and talking to each other. They approached me and told me to cough again. I had no idea why they had me do that. In any event, as I was coughing, one guard shoved two fingers in my hole and said to his partner "I bet he could smuggle a lot in here." Of course he found nothing, but having his fingers up my hole was okay by me. After they were finished with all of us they gave us our prison clothes and sent us to our assigned housing. As I walked past the guards the one told me that I better get ready for some crazy shit. At that point i did not know what to think, although in hindsight, the sex club was a good introduction! I was assigned to section 'b' block housing where I would stay until I had my day in court and found out my fate. As I entered my eyes came upon my two cell mates: one of them, Jose, looked like a Mexican / Latino gang member. He was about 5'9, weighed about 165, dark skinned, eyes, and hair. had a couple days of stubble and a ton of tatts. My other cell mate was a huge older black dude named Carl - probably close to 50. He stood about 6'4, 250, big beefy motherfucka. The first few days went pretty smooth. We did alot of talking and finding out about each other. On the fourth day things got a little twisted. I was laying there on my bunk just chillin, Carl was doing the same when all of a sudden Jose got up to take a shit on the commode. He pulled down his pants and sat down. As he was sitting there he started to look at me in a funny and said that he had something to asked me. I told him to go for it, he had said he had heard I was a filthy fuck pig and he wanted to see my shitter. At that point I frankly did not know what to do. Carl had gotten off of his bunk and was now standing by mine. I just lay there silent and Jose repeated his demand I show him my shitter. Carl then told me if I knew what was good for me, I would comply, mentioning he and Jose were in with the guards and that was how they found all of this out. Deciding compliance was the better part of prudence, I stood-up and started to undo my pants. Just then, one of the guards from strip search appeared in front of my cell. He sort of just looked in and smirked. So I continued to pull down my pants and raise my legs. As I did, I could smell my ripe nasty hole - none of us had showered in four days. When Jose and Carl saw my hole, they both started talking about it, how big it was and that it looked bigger than a pussy! Jose then told me to come over and suck his cock. I just stood there, at which time Carl then slapped my ass with and open hand, demanding I take care of Jose - but as I moved me to get over there, Carl shoved me back to the bunk, and ordered me on my back, with my legs in the air. Recognizing the situation in which I found myself was not wildly different than the sex club, I complied, laying on my back, legs in the air, and hole wide open. From my position I could see the guard, he told me to do what I was told. So, when Jose stripped his prison clothing, revealing a hot hairy bod. He walked over and said merely "open-up, man." I was happy to take his big, ripe, nasty cock down my throat. I immediately got hard as I worked on his cock. Carl then came over with his pants undone and his huge black cock out and ordered me to my knees. Jose withdrew his cock, and I slid to my knees, at which point Carl pulled my head onto his cock, telling me to take it all down my pig throat. So there i was on my knees going between Jose and Carlos. They kept telling me that if I took good care of them that they would take good care of me. The next thing I knew, Jose turned around and, positioning his ass in front of my face, and ordered me to pleasure his balls and hole. Although his hole was far from pristine, I decided this was not the time to be squeamish, so I dove into his ass, and eagerly licked his dirty hairy hole. Carl, meanwhile, ordered me to stand, bending over, and as I resumed my attentions to Jose, Carl started to play with my shitter, telling me how he was going rip it open and make me his bitch. At this point Jose turned-around again, and fed me his rigid cock as I felt Carl ram his beautiful black rod into my hole. Needless to say, I was in heaven: I had Jose's beautiful, uncut cock down my throat and Carl's horse cock in my ass. Both guys were clearly enjoying themselves. The momentum was building: Jose was leaking a ton of precum, and my hole readily opened to Carl's rod - thankfully. He was far from gentle. Within seconds he was all the way in my hole, pounding away. All the way in and all the way out. He told me he was getting close to putting his nasty seed in my shithole and that I had better not drop any of it - whereupon he pounded harder and deeper until he unleashed his huge thick nasty seed up my hole. Jose then moved to the commode, and sat down, with his cock standing upright, telling me to get up and ride his dick. Happy to comply, I sat down on his lap facing him, his cock sliding up my hole. I could feel Carl's load running out of my loose hole. I started to ride Jose like there was no tomorrow, and was even able to service his ripe pits. Fuck I love man smell. All too soon Jose ordered me on all fours with my face over the commode. Kneeling behind me, he started to ride my shithole as he pushed my head closer to the toilet, asking me if I liked the smell of his shit. Of course I answered "yes." This drove him even more wild, and he fucked me like there was no tomorrow, smacking my ass, telling me I was shitting on him a bit and that I would have to clean his cock up. After about 10 minutes of feverish ass-pounding, he finally dumped his load up my sloppy dirty hole, whereupon he pulled his cock out of my ass, and ordered me to clean him up - which I was happy to do. I cleaned every bit of shit and cum off of it. Afterwards they told me as long as I did what they wanted, I had nothing to worry about. This was just the beginning of the nasty prison fucks!!! ************************************************************ aaah nothing like a good prison story and true there is more sex in there than on the outside horny hot men pinned up with nothing but ass and cock all day where do i sign up. ************************************************************ There really is more sex in (at least) federal confinement; during my 17 months I saw and participated in at least one or two incidents per week; the COs don't care so long as it's not 'in their face'; it is almost always black and white inmates (because neither loses 'face' nor will any of them talk about it with peers); three good things came out of my experience - I learned how to blow a big black dick to his satisfaction; learned how to take a huge black uncut dick up my hole with little lube and in the strangest places with me in the wildest positions; and when (and when not to) go into the communal showers if I wanted to remain 'safe' i.e. not raped.
