Someone told me once, ‘prison is no joke.’ They were right. Prison is definitely not a joke. What is a joke is the corrupt bastard of a Lawyer when he sentenced me to 10 years in prison for involuntary vehicular manslaughter.
What’s a man to do when he’s 15 years in debt for a college degree he didn’t even want in the first place and over $50,000 in credit card debt? Not have the money to pay for a decent attorney, that’s what. Next time you are in a situation with even the slightest bit of possibility of going to prison, put up the money for a good attorney. Trust me; every penny is worth it.
“Touch your toes,” the guard said as he slipped on a latex glove.
This is going to be one long prison stay, I thought to myself as I bent over and felt my anus being violated. “Ugh,” I grunted as he slipped a second finger in, feeling for drugs or some sort of paraphernalia guys would think of smuggling into a prison.
“Alright, get up,” he said as he threw me a pair of orange slacks and a shirt. The guy was big, a seriously big guy. With a fresh shaven face and a strong jaw, he looked to be in his 60’s. Even though he seemed like an older guy, he seemed the kind of guy you would want on your side if you were in the middle of a bar fight. I looked at him and nodded as I slipped on the orange shirt and pants.
“Nice tats,” he said as he pointed at my back. “Thanks,” I replied as I remembered laying in a chair down in Mexico for 18 hours straight with a greasy guy would shouldn’t own a tattoo business drawing on my back. I came back to the states with a large tattoo of an angel spearing a demon as the demon ran a scythe into the angel sprawled across my entire back.
Two years before that, I had both arms sleeved. One arm depicting contemporary symbols of light and life, the other arm showing ancient symbols of death and darkness. My brother did it before he passed; the poor guy.
“Follow me,” the guard said as he walked down the hallway. Looking around as I followed the guard, I noticed how secure this place actually was. Everything was covered in barbed wire, concreted and simply guarded by multiple big guys with guns.
Everything went so quickly after the crash. All I remember is waking up in a hospital, going to court, being hauled off to jail for a few days then shipped off to here. I didn’t even get the chance to grab a drink at a local bar or even have sex before I came. Ten years… fuck me.
The guard stopped and raised his hand, “Wait.” I stopped behind him and watched as he slid his badge through a security device and unlocked a large metal door. I heard the immediate sounds of men. Lots of men. All whooping and hollering, repeating two words over and over. Fresh meat.
Fuck me again.
The guard turned and looked at me, “We run a tight ship here. Walk a straight line, keep your nose in your own business and you’ll be fine.”
I’ve read too many stories to know that’s true, I thought as he opened the door and walked inside.
As I looked around, I saw rows of cells across three different levels in front of me. Men inside each cell grasping at the metal bars, echoing their around me, enveloping me. I felt myself immediately uneasy and insecure. This is not for me, god, this is not for me.
“This way,” The guard said as he walked up to the third cell on the bottom floor. “OPEN THREE!” He yelled. Seconds later my cell door opened in which he shoved me inside and said, “Enjoy your new home.”
I looked around the cell. There were two beds, one in which there was a guy on the top bunk rolled over on his side facing away from me; however, I saw two tattooed words on his back, “Lust & Glory.” Great. I got the crazy guy. I thought to myself as I walked in. The cell door immediately closed behind me as I caught a glimpse of a smirk from the guard before he turned and walked away.
There was a toilet, a table and chair, some pictures on the wall above the top bunk and my pillow and blanket sitting on the bed. Pretty meager living here. I thought to myself as I sat on the corner listening to the dying rants.
A head popped down from above, “Hey there, you can call me John.” I looked over at him, his face less than a foot from mine. He had a clean shaven face except for a small patch of beard on his chin. Immediately jumped out of the bed, “I’m Jack and new to this whole prison thing; anything I should know?”
He rolled to the side of the bunk and flipped his legs over, smiling at me. He was a muscular guy, ripped from the core with a shaven head as well. For a guy, he was pretty good looking. I bet he could walk into a bar and have any lady he chose without much more than a simply glance at them.
“Yeah, there’s a lot you should know about prison. I’m sure you’ll pick up on a lot of things as you live here, but honestly I can give you a few tips. The first thing you should know is that every night around midnight all the cell doors are opened. Why? Because the guards are corrupt. One of the gangs here pays them off to open them so they can play with the new guys that come in. That being you, of course.”
“What?!” I replied, trying to cover the subtle hint of fear in my voice.
“Don’t worry. Most people here are pretty chill, but when it comes down to it, sex sells. If you want to make a quick buck, just bend over for a few minutes, it’s all good. If you aren’t into that sort of thing, you better get used to it because it’s going to happen one way or another, whether you like it or not.”
I groaned, “Seriously? That’s ridiculous. The guards don’t do anything?”
“Nope. As I said, a gang pays them off, so the guards don’t know shit and don’t say shit. It’s been happening for years and I don’t expect it to change,” he said as he laid back on the bed, crossing his hands behind his head.
“I’m not really into guys,” I said.
I heard a voice pop up from a cell next to mine, “Hey fresh meat, you’re mine tonight…” followed by what sounded like hyena laughing, if that’s possible.
Shifting uncomfortably as I stood there in the cell, I had no clue what was about to happen to me that night. I fidgeted with my fingers as my mind wandered to my ass being railed by a big burly guy bending me over the rail, fucking me as I bled all over the floor, my anus being ripped to shreds as he pounded himself into me while my knuckles were raw from making a fist, grasping myself so tightly my nails dug into my palm.
My fear took over as I sat on the bed and put the pill over my head… Fresh meat. Fresh meat. Fresh meat. I heard in my head over and over.
I awoke to the sound of the cell door opening, Shit. I fell asleep. Wait… FUCK, what time is it!?
Glancing at a clock across from my cell, I noticed it was midnight. Yep. I’m fucked. Maybe if I just slip under the covers, nobody will know or care, I thought to myself as I shook.
Laying there shaking, I heard footsteps and deep belly laughs from men around me. Holding the pillow over my head, I felt the covers pulled off of me in a quick stroke. “Hold him down,” I heard as I felt my hips being grasped.
I felt my pants being pulled down to my ankles as I laid there shaking. “You know this would go a lot easier if you just laid back and enjoyed it Jack,” I heard John say.
Flipping over and scooting to the far wall, I looked at the guys in the cell. Wow. There are some pretty good looking guys here, despite the fact that I’m not really into guys…
The first guy in front of me looked like a fucking model from an underwear commercial. You know, one of those guys with toned skin, nice abs, a five o’ clock shadow and a sexy smile with a devilish grin. The second guy right behind him looked like he was… or used to be a biker. Big guy, lots of tattoos, thick grey beard and hairy chest. The last guy was my roommate, whom appeared to be enjoying himself thoroughly as he stroked himself. STROKED HIMSELF?! What!
John had his cock out as he was sitting on the chair next to the bench with his pants at his feet with his hand grasped around himself. He had respectably sized cock I noticed as he slowly ran his hand up and down his shaft as he stared at me.
As John sat in the shadows against the far wall, my eyes connected with his. I’m sure he felt my fear, and my uncertainty. I’m not going to end up dead, just act like you are enjoying it and get through the night. Perhaps I can talk to the warden tomorrow about this, I thought to myself as I attempted a smile.
I bent over the bunk as I slipped off my shirt. “Damn, you are sexy,” the guy that looked like a model said. Looking back at him I watched as he dropped his pants exposing his cock, which was still flaccid. He started stroking himself as he sat on the bed next to me and grasped my head, pushing it down on his shaft.
I felt him go inside my mouth. It wasn’t quite as bad as I was expecting. Of all the woman I’ve been with, they’ve never known how to give a good blowjob. Honestly, I had always thought I could do a better job. Who knows what a guy likes more than another guy right? Hey. What happens in prison stays in prison I guess. Who’s to know once I get out?
I grabbed the base of his cock in my hands and flipped his cock around in my mouth. Running my tongue in circles around the tip I heard him groan as he grew within me. I felt his hand lay lightly on head as I ran my hand up and down the base of his shaft as I held the tip of his cock in my mouth. “Fuck, you are good. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
I pulled my head up as I continued to stroke his hard cock, “Nope. But it’s something I’ve wanted to try, I figure why not now right?”
He pushed my head back down on his cock as I felt his shaft go down my throat. Gagging, I felt my throat massaging his cock, just like when I used to have my cock down my girlfriend’s throat. I always wondered what it was like. Now I know. It’s not too bad.
My hands made their way to his sack as I continued to suck on him. Grabbing his balls in my hand, I rubbed them lightly, massaging them between my fingers as I flicked at his cock with my tongue. My other hand found his anus, slipping a finger inside slowly as I played with his balls; I felt his cock tense in my mouth.