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Rape, by Jezebel Rose
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Prison Rape: Day One
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.
His cock tensed again, then relaxed, then tensed, and relaxed. Oh shit – he’s going to fucking cum! I felt his hand press down on my head firmly, holding me in place. I felt his cock tense again, much harder this time, followed by hot cum in my mouth, then tense and more cum, over and over he pumped his hot cum inside me.
I kept rubbing his sack and playing with his anus as he came inside me. This is fucking hot, I thought to myself as I felt someone grab my shaft and started stroking me. I closed my eyes and swallowed his load in my mouth as I looked up at him, my hand slowly running up and down his shaft. “How was that?” I said as I wiped my finger across my lips.
“You are good, but not that good, you still have some things to learn,” he said as he stroked my hair with his hands.
I looked down at my cock being stroked by John, my cell buddy. His mouth slipped over the tip of my shaft and down to my sack as I felt myself go down this throat. His tongue flitted around the base of my cock as he held himself down on me. Jesus Christ, I thought to myself as I grabbed at the sheets on the bed.
Feeling myself grow within him was hot. Real hot. Hotter than anything I’ve ever done with anyone else. He pulled his head off of my cock and continued stroking as he stood up and bent over the bed. “Your turn, fuck me like you mean it,” he said as he reached down and grabbed his own cock.
I stood up behind him and stroked myself, pointing my cock at his anus. “You asked for it,” I said as I pressed myself into his ass. I grabbed his hips and plunged myself into him. He enveloped my shaft as I went balls deep inside immediately. God this feels amazing, this prison stay isn’t going to be quite as bad as I initially thought.
As I ran my cock in and out of his ass, I felt the bigger guy walk up behind me and grab my ass. In a gruff voice he said, “You are mine.”
I felt the tip of his cock flit around the outside of my anus. Looking back at him, he spit on his shaft then rubbed it in. Pushing himself against me, his cock slowly entered my ass as I held myself deep within John.
Wow… that’s… intense, I thought to myself as I felt his shaft slowly go inside me. I held onto Johns ass as tight as I could as I slowly ran my cock in and out of him. With each thrust I felt the other guy’s cock go into me deeper. “Is it supposed to hurt like that?” I said quietly.
“Only for a moment, then it will be good, trust me,” the gruff voice responded.
I continued to fuck John harder and harder as my nails dug into his hips. I felt the shaft go deep inside of me, in and out as I pushed my body as hard as I could against John. My cock pulsed as I felt my body’s energy shift and surround my shaft.
Straightening hard, my cock started to pump its hot cum inside John, over and over. I looked down at his ass as I continued fucking him, my cum dripping off my cock and splurting out of his ass with each thrust.
My body shook violently as I came. Running my hands over his hard ass made me cum all the harder. Slapping his ass hard with my hand, I felt the last pulse of my cock spew cum inside him.
I felt the other guy’s cock tense inside my ass just before I felt him start filling my ass up with his hot cum. Every time he tensed, a little part of me got excited, expecting the feeling of cum inside me as he pumped.
Slipping my hand behind me, I stroked his sack as he slowed his movements. “Good boy, you have a tight ass, I’ll be needing you from time to time,” he said as he backed off of me.
I turned around and grabbed his cock with my hands as I knelt down on my knees. I pushed his cock in my mouth and stroked it, yearning for that last little bit of him. “More, more,” I whispered as I milked him.
John looked over at me, “Having fun are we?” he said as he smiled.
I replied, “This prison experience isn’t quite so bad. I thought it would be pretty terrible since I was straight and this is a largely gay prison, but honestly, this welcoming party made things a lot easier!”
“I’m glad you had fun,” the gruff voice responded as I watched him leave the cell. The other guy that looked like the male model had left already too.
I looked around, “Guess it’s just you and me now,” I said as I looked over at John.
“Yep, just us,” he replied as he got up and walked over to the toilet and sink. Splashing water on his face he turned and looked at me, “I don’t know what you want to do now, but you can either go join in with some other guys or hit the sack like me.”
“I’m exhausted, I think I’m going to save the rest for tomorrow,” I replied as I laid down in my bed. I pushed the pillows together and immediately fell into darkness.
Day Two
I awoke to the voice of a man yelling, “RISE AND SHINE BASTARDS!” Moans and groans came echoed throughout the prison as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Glancing outside of the cell I saw one of the guards walking about, looking inside each cell. He appeared to be doing a count of everyone.
I walked over to the sink and splashed water on my face. God what a fun night last night. Who knew I would have so much fun. Go figure.
“Shower time,” John said as he rolled out of bed and slipped on his clothing. He stood in front of the cell door as I walked up behind him and waited.
I quickly smacked his ass with my hand as the guard walked by, Whoops! The guard eyed me for a moment, and then kept on
walking. “Try not to do that when the guards are around,” John said.
“Why not? They know what’s going on,” I replied as the cell doors all slid open.
“Well, the day guards don’t react quite the same as the ones at night. During the day, the guards are straight as an arrow and you could get yourself thrown into solitary if you step out of line. So be careful what you do and say,” he said as he walked out.
I watched as all the men got into a single file line down the center of the prison. I joined them as they all moved down towards an open door on the far side of the room.
We walked into the shower room, which appeared to be a large area about the size of a gym with several rows of showers. No doors or walls of course. Watching the guys, they each took soap and towels as they entered and found an open shower head.
I walked up to the closest open shower and turned it on. Standing under the lukewarm water felt great as I rinsed off the sweat from the night before. Damn my ass still hurts. I wonder how long this will last, I thought to myself as I soaped myself and rubbed my sore anus.
“Still sore from last night?” John said; who was showering nearby. “Yeah, a bit. Not too bad though,” I replied.
I rinsed the soap out of my hair and off my body just as a guard yelled, “THIRTY SECONDS.”
Looking around at the guys, there were some that were pretty attractive. Guys of all shapes and sizes, cocks and all. My eye caught on one guy who was four showers down from mine.
He was attractive, a tall, lanky guy with lean muscle and a black goatee. John piped up, “I see you eyeing him, and he’s taken. Good luck though.”
“Taken?” I replied.
“Yeah, he’s with another guy here and hasn’t been with anyone else but that one guy as long as I’ve known.”
“Gotcha,” I said as the showers all clicked off.
I watched the guy as he grabbed his towel and turned around, Wow what a sexy ass! I thought as his butt faced me. I couldn’t help but wish it was him that had been in my mouth last night. I would suck him all night long, and then fall asleep with him wrapped around me any time.
John looked over at me, “Time for some grub, then we are off to the yard for a bit, then back to the cells for the night.”
I nodded as I dried myself off and continued to watch the other guy. “What’s his name?” I asked as I glanced over at John.
“Everyone calls him Robin,” he replied as he smiled at me.
I slipped on my clothing and followed everyone to the dining area. As I walked in, I looked around for Robin, hoping I could somehow sit close to him, maybe even next to him if I was lucky.
With the hundreds of guys in the room all talking at the same time, I was a bit overwhelmed and couldn’t seem to find the guy. Oh well. Maybe another day… I do have ten years here. I thought to myself and managed a chuckle.
I grabbed a tray and waited in line as they served us some sort of noodle soup. It smelled like it came from a can. Meh.
Glancing around for an open spot, I noticed Robin sitting across from two other guys. Both the other guys were gruff and pudgy. They all three appeared to be having a good time as they were laughing as they talked back and forth.
I made my way over to them and asked, “Hey guys, anyone sitting here?” I nodded at the spot next to Robin. “Nope, all yours buddy,” Robin said as he smiled.
Setting my tray down, I sat next to him; close, but not too close. “You are the new guy right? I’m Robin,” he said as he reached his hand out.
I took his hand and shook it, “Jack, you can call me Jack,” I said as I started eating my meal. Meh, tastes like canned soup too, and not the good stuff. More like the cheap, ‘almost gone bad’ stuff you find in stores for cheap.
“Did you enjoy your first night here last night?” Robin said as he sipped on his drink.
“It was interesting, that’s for sure. I’ve never been into guys before, but I figured why not give it a shot,” I replied.
“That’s good. I was actually married to a lady before I came here, but after a few months I came to enjoy the different things this prison has to offer. My partner, Ron, is actually in solitary right now. He got into a fight and is going to be stuck down there for a while, and I’m honestly not sure how long.”
Booyah, that’s perfect. I’ll lay down some moves, me and Robin can have some fun, it’s all good, I thought to myself as I watched Robin finish off his soup.
I took the initiative and ran my hand across the top of his leg subtly. He looked over at me and smiled. The two guys across from us got up and left as they noticed what was going on. That’s interesting. Oh well, fuck them.
Robin put his hand on my leg as well as we stared into each other’s eyes. I felt like I had an immediate connection with the guy as his hand ran closer and closer to my groin. My cock was hard – it had been for a while now.
As his hand neared my groin, I felt butterflies in my stomach for a moment. His fingers made their way into my pants as he unbuttoned my trousers under the table. I felt his hand wrap around my shaft as his thumb ran circles around the tip of my cock.
I did the same for him. My hand ran between his legs, and wrapped around his cock. Squeezing him in my hand gave me a sense of pleasure, or perhaps it was the fact that he was stroking me under the table, who knows, who cares.
His hand went faster and faster as he stared at me, with his poker face. I noticed his eyes were blue in the right light… “I want you to fuck me tonight,” he whispered as he stroked me. I felt the urge to cum creeping up as he stroked me and twirled his hand around my shaft. Where the fuck can I cum though? I thought to myself as my eyes searched for a napkin.
My other hand went flat on the table hard as he squeezed his hand and stroked me roughly. Yep, I’m definitely going to cum. All over the underside of this table if I have to.
I felt myself start to pump cum out of my shaft as he stroked me. My cock pulsed in his hand as I felt myself just say ‘fuck it all’ as I came. I stroked him harder and harder as his shaft tensed in my hand.
Grabbing him tightly, his cock tensed again, shit he’s going to cum too! I felt him start squirting all over my hand as I massaged the tip of his cock. After he had finished, I reached my hand up, covered in cum and wiped it on the table cover.
“I want you tonight too,” I replied as we exchanged smiles and let loose of each other. “I’m in cell three.”
I stood up as the guard yelled, “Lunchtime is over, head to the yard ladies!”
Following the rest of the men outside, I made sure to stick by John. He always seemed to know what to do and how to do it. I certainly didn’t want to get thrown into solitary for something stupid that I had no clue about.
The sounds all the men talking with each other drowned out the sounds of the radio being played outside by the guards. Being fall, it was actually quite nice, with a nice cool breeze and leaves covering the ground.
John looked over at me, “Wanna play some ball with the guys?”
“Sure,” I replied as I glanced over at several men playing basketball in the court. I followed John over and entered the game with him. We threw the ball back and forth, but honestly, I had no clue what I was doing other than trying to get the ball in the hoop. I had never been one for sports, although it seemed like John had since he kept scoring as he weaved in and out of the other guys easily.
I noticed Robin walk up as sat by the edge of the court and watched us play. “Go Jack!” he yelled with a feminine accent. He’s so friggin cute! I thought to myself as he burst out laughing at his accent. He whooped and hollered at us as we tossed the ball back and forth. I tended to do more dropping than tossing, but still, I had fun.
Stepping back from the game I said, “I’m going to take a break for a bit, you guys have fun.”
I walked over to Robin, “Want to walk for a bit and stretch before we have to go back in?” I said as I helped him up to his feet. “Sure, sounds good,” he replied enthusiastically.
We started walking around the courtyard, which was fairly big for prison standards. Looking around again, there was the basketball court, many of the guys playing football in the center, some bleachers with some guys sitting reading, a few guys laying on grass relaxing and a small huddle of guys who appeared to be deep in conversation.
“How long have you been here?” I asked as I looked over at him, whom was fidgeting with something in his hand. “Three years here, seven to go,” he replied.
“Ah… I’ve been here one day obviously and ten more years to go.” I said as we walked by the bleachers. A few guys gave us an odd glance, but nothing outside of the norm.
“John, my roommate, said you had a partner and you were only into that other guy? Are you cool with getting with me tonight?” I said.
“Yeah, it’s no big thing. My partner has a bit of an anger issue, but I think we are on the same page when it comes to sex stuff ya know?”
“Works for me then, long as you are both cool with it,” I said as I nodded to him.
“PLAY TIME IS OVER GIRLS, GET YOUR ASS INSIDE!” I heard a guard yell loudly across the yard.
I followed the men back inside as I looked at their hot sweaty bodies, tight and tense. God it turned me on. I could only imagine at this point how amazing it would be to simply just have everyone have any orgy at midnight. “Hey John,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” he replied, looking over his shoulder back at me.
“Has there ever been any orgy here? Where basically everyone gets it on with everyone at the same time?”
John laughed and kept walking, “No, not that I’ve ever heard of,” he replied as he chuckled to himself.
“Well there should be,” I said then laughed.
I heard a guy behind me immediately grunt loudly as I finished my sentence. “What do you think?” I said as I turned back and looked at him. “I think you should mind your own god damned business before someone shanks your ass. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
Good point, I thought to myself as we rounded the corner and headed into our cells. Like John said earlier, I should be a bit more careful about what I say and who I say it around.
The doors clanked shut as I looked up at the clock; 7:15pm.
I laid down on my back on the bunk, closing my eyes and thinking about Robin. What if Robin’s partner is insane? What if he gets out of solitary and comes after me? It’s not like I have a crew to back me up. John may help intimidate the guy, but I doubt he would throw down for me if it came down to it. I shuddered at the thought. He’s got anger issues too. Shit, I’m going to have to be careful even though Robin said it was cool if we messed around.
I heard John speak up, “How are you adjusting to life in prison?”
“Good,” I replied, “It’s not as bad as I had thought, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. I’m a bit worried about Robin’s partner though. He said his partner is down in solitary right now and that they are perfectly fine with hooking up outside their partnership. He did also mention that his partner has issues with anger though.”
“Fair enough man, I would be careful getting on the wrong side of guys in here, especially the guys with connections,” he replied.
I closed my eyes, thinking about Robin and his tall slender, muscular body toned and perfect. I could only imagine his body against mine, holding me tightly, kissing my neck…
The sound of the jail cells opening awoke me as I jolted upright. I heard the clanking come to a stop as I slipped my legs to the side of the bed and stretched.
I heard footsteps approaching the jail cell. As I finished stretching I saw Robin come around the corner, smiling, “Hey there, how the evening going?”
“Great,” I replied, “Come, sit.”
Robin came in the cell and stood at the foot of our bunk. As he stood there, I watched as he slipped off his shirt, exposing his toned muscular body. His tattoos rose from his feet and swathed around his body. I couldn’t help myself any longer, “Please; take me.”
He walked over towards me and grabbed my head with his hands, pulling my face towards his. As our tongues touched, I felt electrified. The hairs on my arms stood on end as we ran our tongues over each other. I bit on his upper lip as he bit on my lower. Sitting there as he kissed me, I felt myself pushed backwards onto the bed as he laid on top of me.
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