There was a time that I resembled something like a man, but that was many long years ago. It started when I let my lust get the best of me. One night, in bed, drunk and horny as hell, I told my fiance, Krissy, about my fetish for cuckolding. We were engaged to be married, I felt like I could trust her to be understanding, I was dead wrong. Turns out that, most women, before getting married to the man that is supposed to protect her, they don’t want to find out that man has fantasies of seeing her ravaged by strangers. So she broke it off, kicked me out of the apartment, and proceeded to explain to all our friends and family the exact reason why we were no longer together. We lived in the deep south of north Florida, both our families were the definition of bible thumpin’ southern baptists, so unsurprisingly, I was quickly excommunicated. Nowhere to go, I stayed at a cheap motel for a few days. Deeply depressed, embarrassed, shamed and alone, I began binge drinking. Three quarters of a bottle of Jim Beam later, I was on the road, heading north. I was gonna get the hell out of this shit hole full of country hicks. I was gonna find a big city up north, Chicago, New York maybe, somewhere full of reasonable people, no more ignorant red necks and snobby southern belles. A fresh start. I was finally going to be free. Then, bang.
My Tacoma plowed into the back of an old Civic stopped at a red light in the dark, empty country roads of north Florida. I hit them full speed, 70 mph, knocking both our vehicles off the road and into the woods. I woke up in the hospital handcuffed to the bed. I was mostly fine, just some cracked ribs, the Civic though.. a ten year old girl was in the back seat, she didn’t make it.
The trial was quick, guilty of vehicular manslaughter, 10 years, could make it out in 5-7 years with good behavior. No one from my family was there besides my father, who cried silently in the back of the courtroom as they walked me out in handcuffs.
I got to prison, terrified. In reception, we slept in open bays, 70 bunks in one large room. We went to eat, we went to sleep, all of us just waiting to get on the bus that would take us to our permanent prison. Somehow, word quickly spread that I was a child killer. Now, I am not a large guy. 24 years old, about 5 foot 8, 180 pounds, no muscle to speak of, dirty blonde hair grown out somewhat long, hanging in front of my blue eyes. An easy target if there ever was one.
My fourth night at reception, they came for me. Two tall white skinheads covered in tattoos, probably in their 30s, they stuffed a pillow case in my mouth and dragged me off my bunk and into the showers, pushing me into the mop closet and closing the door behind them. I pulled the pillow case from my mouth just as a fist hit me in my still healing ribs. I doubled over falling to my knees, unable to breathe, my vision blurry from the tears in my eyes, one of them put his hand over my mouth, whispered to me, “Listen you fucking child killer, there’s no point in screaming, no one fucking cares, and even if they did care, they’re too smart to snitch. You are from this moment on, property of the Unforgiven.” He took a step back, lifted his shirt over his head, tattooed across his belly, UNFORGIVEN with a large black swastika behind it. The other one, grabbing my face in one hand, squeezing my cheeks together, making my lips purse, with the other hand, brushed my long hair out of my eyes, tears streaming down my face. “You’re a pretty boy, you wanna survive in here, you’re gonna have to work.” He pulled his blue inmate pants and boxers down and a half hard cock pointed at my face. “Don’t fight boy, or that pretty face ain’t gonna stay pretty, and then you ain’t gonna be worth nothin.”
He pushed his cockhead to my still pursed lips, rubbed it all over my hot wet cheeks, then pushed it into my mouth. I wanted to bite, just bite it right the fuck off, but I knew these guys would kill me. They were right, no one cared about me- a convicted child killer, a drunk, a failure.. nothing to live for, yet still too much of a pussy to die. “Suck it boy..” he grunted at me. I closed my lips around it, tasting the salt from my tears along with a musky sweaty taste. He let go of my cheeks and grabbed my hair instead. The other guy, began smiling, I noticed an ugly scar across his chin, he pulled his cock out and began stroking it. I began bobbing my head back and forth like I had seen girls do in porn. The guy pulled his dick out of my mouth, a string of saliva hung from my lip to the tip of his dick. He slapped me across the face, hard. “Keep your faggot teeth off my dick.” I could taste blood from my lip. Scar chin guy then grabbed me by the hair and forced his slightly smaller cock into my mouth, grabbing my hair with both hands and pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I began gagging, but he held on, “Relax boy, breathe. You puke on me and I’ll beat your fuckin eyes shut.” The other guy stepped behind me, pulled my blue inmate pants and boxers down to my knees. I could hear him spit, then felt his hot cockhead pressed against my asshole. I began crying harder than ever, barely able to breathe through the cock pushing further into my throat and the snot in my nose. The guy behind me grabbed me by my hips and forced himself into me. Pain darted through by whole body, I felt like I was being ripped apart. He kept pushing into me while pulling me back by my hips, pulling my mouth off of scar chin’s dick. I gasped for air, in such agonizing pain. Scar chin stood there stroking his dick in front of my face, and the man behind me finally sank his entire cock all the way in to the hilt. Scar chin smiled, “Come on boy, come get it, I know you want it.” Still stroking his cock a few inches from my face. I leaned forward, the cock in my ass sliding out, until scar chin’s cock was on my lips again. I took him into my mouth, trying to bob my head back and forth again, this time being very cautious of my teeth. He brushed my hair from my eyes and wiped the tears from my face, he said, “Look at me boy.” I looked up, as best I could, down on my hands and knees, arching my back, his cock sliding back and forth in my mouth. “Such pretty eyes. Mike, this boy was made for this.” Mike, behind me, pulled me back onto his cock again, this time with more force. “Yea, he’s gonna make the Unforgiven some real money now.” Mike picked up the pace, his hips smacking against my ass cheeks, rocking my whole boy back and forth with scar chin’s cock tagging the back of my throat each time. The urge to gag slowly passed, the pain in my ass stayed, and I kept feeling like I needed to pee. Mike began grunting, he was really slamming into me now, his hands gripping my hips so hard the pinching pain was unbearable. I struggled to get away but he held my still, wanting to scream, scar chin’s cock plugging my mouth, I wailed what sounded like a moan. Mike with a final thrust, speared his cock deep into my guts, rushing hot fluid filled me inside. He pulled himself out of me, I thought my guts were being pulled out with him. As soon as his cock came out, I felt his cum running down my ass, taint, nutsack and legs. I almost collapsed, but scar chin pulled me up by my hair, off my hands, he leaned down near my face, his cock making me gag again, he said, “Come on now, suck me like a girl. Suck me like you like me baby.” He took a step back, popping his cock from my mouth, waving and stoking it, he teased again. “Come on baby, come make daddy happy.” Mike kicked me in the back. I fell on my hands and knees. “You don’t leave til were BOTH done boy.” I got up on my knees, scraped up and raw from the floor, my pants and boxers down on my calves, and I waddled over to scar chin, his back against the wall. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it back and forth. Looking up into his beady brown eyes, I took him into my mouth again, sucking him softly, stroking him as well. I worked my head back and forth, sucking, stroking. He began to lean his head back, moaning in pleasure. His hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. “You want this cum baby?” MMhhmm, I moaned. Then I felt his cock spasming in my mouth, twitching, as cum flooded against the back of my throat, filling my mouth and spilling out of my lips and down my chin and neck. He pulled himself out of my mouth, him and Mike pulled their pants up. I sat there on the floor, cum and blood running from my mouth and chin, my asshole on fire and leaking cum down my legs. “We’ll see you in the morning,” Mike said, “Remember, your Unforgiven now. You sit with us at chow, on the rec yard, in the bay.. you do what you’re told, and you stay away from those spics and niggers. they say a word to you, you tell us. Understood?” Yea, I choked out. Mike slapped me again. “Yea? No, that’s not how you talk pussy.” Yes sir, I said.
They left the closet and I took a shower, sobbing, in the dark. The guard watching through the window in his control room, smiling. I went to bed, exhausted, in pain, but, somehow, horny.. I was so ashamed of myself I wanted to die. I took the cum still trickling from my ass and stroked myself thinking of Mike and scar chin doing to my former fiance Krissy what they had just done to me. I came deep into my sheets, harder than I had ever cum before.
Over the next two weeks, I was being transformed. The Unforgiven took almost all of my food from the chow hall everyday, they were starving me. In 16 days, I lost 27 pounds. If I wanted to eat, I had to work. They payed me in ramen noodles from the canteen. Head, 1 pack ramen, ass, 2 packs. White men only. The Unforgiven always took half. In prison, food is currency. They wanted me to whore myself up, talked about how much prettier I could be if they tattooed me, if I made myself some girly clothes. They weren’t gonna do it, because that stuff cost money. Plus, after two weeks, I was leaving. Transferring to a new prison down south. But then as a goodbye present, they took me to their best tattoo guy, Tommy.
He was on his bunk, no pants on. “Come here baby” I had learned to do what I was told by now. He took my hand and pulled me down, bending me over his right knee. He ran his hand up the back of my legs, pulled my pants and boxers down, exposing my bare ass. With his other hand, he pushed my head down on his cock and I began sucking. By this point, I was getting alot better at sucking guys off. I hated it, hated all of it, being a sex slave for these criminals. I made sure to learn as best I could, getting better every time, trying to suck guys off as fast as possible so I could eat and be left alone again. As I sucked him, I heard a buzzing sound, it was a tattoo gun… I fought to get up, I knew what he was going to do, but I was so small and weak from not eating. He forced his dick to the back of my throat, my screams muffled, tears streaming down my eyes, onto his cock. I felt the tattoo gun hit my right ass cheek, and I just gave up. It was over now, they were going to tag me, brand me. Anywhere I went, they would know I belonged to Unforgiven. This would be my life from now on. As I slowly sucked him off, he gave me two tattoos. The first was on my right ass cheek, a cutesy red heart with a black swastika inside, it read above it, White Cocks Only. The next one was on my lower back, alot more intricate, it looked at first glance like just a bunch of roses. But if you looked more closely, in the roses you could make out the word, UNFORGIVEN. While he tattooed me, I sucked him off twice swallowing his load both times. I hoped this would be enough, but it wasn’t.
When he finished the tattoos, handed me a mirror so that I could see these horrible prison tattoos I’d have to wear for the rest of my life. As I looked at them, I was shocked at how well done they were, especially the tramp stamp of roses on my lower back. I actually almost felt, cute. He laid me on my stomach on his bunk, got up behind me, and spit multiple times on my hole. As he entered me, I felt his girthy dick stretching me, it was the biggest I’d ever had in me. He kissed my neck, he kept kissing me, up to my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe. He wasn’t like the other skinheads that had been brutally raping me.. he was gentle. He pumped his thick cock in and out of me slowly, but methodically. For the first time, my ass didn’t hurt while I was being fucked, it actually, it almost felt… good… for the first time, I actually felt safe, laying under him in his big hairy arms. I began crying, so confused, so hungry, so sore, so scared… he noticed, he pushed himself deep into me, deeper inside me than anyone has ever been. I couldn’t help but moan out load, the whole bay must have heard me. The moans turned into whimpers, more crying, “Shhhh, baby.. you’re OK baby, Papa Tommy’s here for you..” He whispered into my ear from behind me. His right hand reached up and grabbed my throat, pulled me toward him, my back arching so much it hurt, “Papa Tommy is gonna take care of his baby, don’t worry about that.” He turned my face toward him and kissed my mouth, his tongue pushing into me, tasting like alcohol. I gave in, I melted in his big hairy arms. I began throwing my ass back on his cock. He pushed me forward onto the bunk, my face down in the dirty old mat, my freshly tattooed ass up with the biggest widest cock I’d ever seen thrusting deeper and deeper into my guts. “Who’s your Papa baby?” he grunted at me, I moaned back, in the girliest voice I’d ever made, “MMmmm, you are Tommy, you’re my Papa!” I was finally safe in this place. With this gorrilla of a man, hulking his giant cock into me, his hips grinding into my ass that HE tattooed. I had what I needed, a protector. Someone to provide for me, feed me, maybe even.. love me. With several crushing thrusts, he gushed himself into my ass.
He pulled out and began wiping off his dick with a towel, which he then threw at me. The towel landed on my lower back tattoo, it burned. When I pulled it off, I saw the towel was wet with cum and a little blood. I wiped my ass with it, more cum and a little more blood. I had never had anyone make me bleed before. “I stretched you out pretty good huh baby? That’s ok, you’ll be ok.” He then lay in bed beside me, spooning me, gripping my hip and pulling into his flaccid cock, then wrapping his giant arm around my waist and resting his hand on my belly. “Listen baby, there’s a reason they call me Papa Tommy here.” Laying in his warm arms, his big hairy chest against my back, having such a strong man to rub my sore ass up against.. I was in heaven, about to fall asleep in his arms. “They call me Papa Tommy because I get all the young little girls and boys like you pregnant baby.” He began rubbing my tummy with his big thick hand. Half asleep, I wasn’t really paying attention to what he had said. “I give it to the boys with the needles, the tattoos, but special little girls like you, I like to give it to you straight from the man himself.” He pushed his already half hard again cock up against my ass pussy again. My ears perked up. Pregnant? Needles? No… no no no no no no no… “Its a strong strain baby, daddy’s special HIV strain, and it’s gonna grow inside you like a baby, and your gonna give it life so that it can spread all over this world.” He kept rubbing my tummy and I quietly sobbed myself to sleep in his big hairy arms.
I woke up to a guard kicking the bunk. “Let’s go faggot.” I quickly got dressed, and followed him out of the bay, out across the yard and into another building. He sat me in a chair in front of a table of two women and a man in suits. “Mr. Clark, do you know why you’re here this morning?” I shook my head.. “We are here to determine your custody level and attempt to understand how well you may or may not be adjusting to your rehabilitation.”
“Ok”, I said.
“Guard, please remove Mr. Clark’s uniform.” And the guard quickly stripped me down naked.
“It looks like you’ve become affiliated with the Neo Nazi Unforgiven gang Mr. Clark.. hmmm, that’s not good at all.”
“Ma’am, I can explain,”
“Shut your fucking mouth, ” the guard hit me in the ribs with his night stick.
“No, no that’s not good at all. We’re going to have to move you to another institution today. Guard, go ahead and escort Mr. Clark to transit.”
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