Greg wandered the cell block, his uniform pressed and neatly hugging his body. He fingered his nightstick that hung from his belt, feeling confident and powerful as he strolled passed the criminals that were held captive in their cells. He looked into each cell, eyeing the men with a look of disdain and superiority. Finally, after walking the block for a few minutes, he reached the last cell. He peered in, noticing a new yet familiar face to the prison.
“D-Dan?” Greg murmered under his breath. He had seen this man before, but not in a penal context. In fact, it was in a penial context. He suddenly recalled the angry sexual expression on Dan’s face as he looked down at Greg while his cock invaded his mouth. His forceful face fucking had made Greg rock hard, and seeing him again here in his prison sent his stomach up into his throat.
“Well well well, look who it is.” Dan stood up from his bed and sauntered over to the metal bars that stood strong between the two men. He wrapped his hands around the bars, and leaned in as close as he could to Greg. “It’s my little fuck toy.”
“I-I can’t have you talking to me that-“ Greg’s nervous attempt at dominance was cut short as Dan reached through the bars and grabbed the front of his shirt. He pulled Greg close and looked into his eyes.
“I want you in the showers after lunch. You better come alone or you won’t wanna know what’s gonna happen. Understand, bitch?” Before Greg could even think to respond, Dan bit his lower lip, slipping his tongue into Greg’s mouth and bringing back the desires that he had tried so hard to suppress. The aggressive newcomer pushed Greg away, grinning devilishly as Greg wandered back down the cell block, his mind racing.
Time had passed, and soon the inmates were free to wander the prison. Greg had agonized over his situation all morning, but when the time came, he found himself stepping cautiously into the showers as if he had been led there by some primal internal force. When he arrived, Greg saw Dan standing in the corner, the teal tiles lining the walls and floors all around him. The hot water was running over his muscular body, and his bronzed skin glistened through the steam. His buzzed black haircut was dotted with beads of water, and his stubbled jaw was gruff and angular.
“I knew you’d show up. You didn’t get enough of this fat steak on our grindr hookup did you, slut?” Dan grabbed his lengthy member and waved it up and down in Greg’s direction with a smirk. “Come get some more and take another thick load down that faggot throat.”
“I can’t do that. I’m an officer, I can’t be caught doing something like this.” Greg stuttered nervously. He realised though, as he spoke, that he was taking short and cautious steps forward toward the eager inmate.
“Oh, I think you can.” Dan took one quick step forward and put his hand on Greg’s shoulder. He pushed the officer down onto his knees, and the sudden rush of endorphins flooded Greg’s brain with a submissive eagerness that he knew all too well.
Within seconds, Greg’s mouth was open, and Dan was sliding his meaty girth past his lips and down his throat. Greg moaned as Dan’s hand rested on the back of his head. The quick, shallow thrusts started gentle, but soon Dan found his rhythm and began to violate Greg’s mouth with a forceful and lustful violence.
The memories of that fateful night came back to Greg, and his pants began to tent as he pleased this masculine figure that made him feel so submissive. Though the force of Dan’s aggressive pounding filled his ears, Greg could just barely hear the sound of the door to the showers shutting with a loud ‘clunk’. Greg jumped at the sound, realizing that most likely, there was someone now in the showers watching him being violated by an inmate. Try as he might, Greg couldn’t escape Dan’s dominating clutches. He tried to pull away, to look at this new spectator that threatened his career, and, in fact, his entire life.
“Don’t think you can squirm away from me now,” Dan chuckled, grabbing a chunk of Greg’s hair and forcing his head down hard until his plaything choked on his lengthy tool. “You have a hell of a lot more coming to you, you little cock whore.”
Just as Dan’s words sunk deep into Greg’s mind, the unseen newcomers stood behind him, casting a shadow across Dan’s toned abdominals.
“Well look what we have here,” the unfamiliar voice sung from behind him “some fresh meat.”
Greg suddenly felt this stranger kneel behind him, wrapping his arms around Greg’s torso and unbuckling his belt. Greg tried to resist, knowing that any inmate who got hold of his weapons could potentially be very dangerous, but before he could stop this handsy criminal, his belt was on the floor. It all happened so fast, and Greg was distracted by Dan’s meaty goodness gagging him.
“You’re gonna like this one, Booker, he thinks he got some power but he really just wants to be on his knees.” Dan chortled.
The man that Dan referred to as Booker began to open Greg’s pants, and yanked them down with a snort of derision.
“This fuck toy thinks he has any power? Ha! That won’t last long.” A third voice echoed throughout the large tile room. “I think it’s time we showed this prison slut who’s really in charge around here.”
Greg could barely see out of the corner of his eye, a tall and lanky blonde man with milky white flesh and a toned, athletic body. He stood beside Dan, stroking an impossibly thick penis while he looked down at Greg hungrily. Before Greg could process these two newcomers joining the filthy shower games that he had found himself a part of, he felt a damp finger slide between his cheeks and quickly penetrate his unexpecting sphincter.
He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t protest, his mouth was too full of the juicy member that Dan was still using to violate Greg’s aching throat. Before he knew it, the blonde man stepped forward and stretched Greg’s mouth open even wider. Soon there were two cocks gaping Greg’s wide mouth, but the pain of his lips stretching was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that he felt being used by these dangerous criminals.
“Oooh, that’s it bitch. Suck on these fat dicks and choke on them!” The blonde man grasped a chunk of Greg’s hair, causing Greg to tingle as he submitted to this disturbing yet titillating experience.
The finger that prepared Greg’s tight hole caressed every inch of Greg’s inner walls, and soon it was replaced by a surprisingly thick mushroom head. Booker pressed himself to Greg’s sphincter, and slowly pushed deep inside until his full eight inches was inhabiting his welcoming colon.
“Oh shit! This is a nice taut ass, I’m gonna fill this bitch up with my thick fuckin’ load!” Booker grunted, curling his fingers over Greg’s shoulders for leverage as he pounded him from behind. The meaty tool stretched Greg’s puckered hole, opening him wide and massaging his g-spot.
The forceful invasion was non-consensual, though not unwanted, and Greg couldn’t help but coat the front of his shirt that hung over his exposed cock with a generous helping of precum. There was something inside him that made him meet up with Dan that night that they met on grindr, and there was something that drew him to the showers. The sensation of Booker’s turgid girth gaping his ass hole, and the degrading feelings of having two cocks shoved into his mouth simultaneously made him throb.
“Jesus, Freddy, I think I’m gonna blow my jizz in this sluts mouth. Fffuck I’m gonna glaze you, you filthy little prison whore!” Dan groaned and his body began to convulse. A rush of warm cream flowed from Dan’s swollen tip, flooding Greg’s mouth and streaming down his throat. The thick load dribbled out of his stretched mouth, coating his face and dripping down from his chin as Dan exploded with a grunt. He pulled his member away mid climax, and his essense shot across Greg’s face and strung over his eyes and nose as he continued to please Freddy’s mass.
The gooey gift that coated Greg’s face made him feel oddly comfortable. Freddy pushed his head down hard and took over Dan’s position, humping his face like he was nothing but a blow up doll. The spreading of his backside, the violent penetration of his tearing hole, the gagging sensation as Freddy’s head slammed against his uvula, it all felt so right. It took him a while to realize that his own dick was in his hand, stroking and rubbing furiously at his manhood knowing full well that he was just a simple slut to these men. He wasn’t a man, he was a toy, and he loved it.
The rush was exhilarating, and just as Greg thought he couldn’t feel more dirty and degraded, Freddy raised the bar. A warm sensation filled Greg’s mouth, unfamiliar from the fluid that Dan had gifted him. There was a bitter saline flavour, disagreeable and shocking on his tongue. His mouth filled quickly and the liquid spilled from his lips, drenching his shirt with the strong scent of urine. Greg immediately tried to spit out the revolting surprise, but Freddy wouldn’t allow him to pull away.
“Now, now.” Freddy whispered as he relieved himself into Greg’s submissive mouth. “You’re mine now you fuckin’ shower skank. You’re gonna drink my piss and be my bitch from now on.”
Greg choked and coughed on the warm urine that streamed down his throat. He suddenly felt filthy and wrong, like he had completely given up his independence and given in to the men that were using his body for their pleasures. He opened his throat and let the piss flow easily into his stomach, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be what he was meant to be.
Booker’s breath was warm on Greg’s back, and the man’s hands were grasping his shoulders hard. It was as if all the men were simultaneously degrading and filling him, showing him that he now belonged to them as their plaything. Booker grunted like an animal, hammering into the officer’s backside and letting out loud, violent noises as he released.
“Fuuuck! Take it! Ooooh that’s it, you’re nothin’ but a filthy little cum dumpster!” Booker groaned and panted, slamming his member into the soft cavern of his submissive toy. The juices pumped from his massive hose, filling the canal and gushing out of the gaping hole around Booker’s granite shaft. Greg felt the suction sensation of the now softening cock being pulled from his aching hole. It slipped out with a slurp, and a dribble of semen spilled from the wide opening and dripped down Greg’s thigh.
There he was, urine lingering on his tongue and soaking his shirt, his face coated in a generous frosting of sperm, semen gushing from his slowly contracting sphincter. Sweat dripped down the small of his back, and he looked up at the three men hovering over him. The matching grins that they each wore made Greg shiver, but something about seeing them all looking at him that way made him want more. He wanted to please them, to be used and abused and degraded. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long for his dreams to be realised.
Without a word, Freddy laid down on the wet tile and the other two men hauled Greg to his feet. They positioned him on top of Freddy, forcing him down on his cock until his ass was once again opening to allow the thick tool to invade his colon. He groaned, but allowed himself to be moved and positioned however they wanted him. Just as his tender starfish was getting used to being stretched again, Dan knelt behind him and between Freddy’s legs. Greg felt yet another cock forcing its way into his sore cavern. The intense stretching sensation made Greg wince, but he knew that this was where he belonged.
“That’s a nice tight fit there.” Dan said with a chuckle. “It’s time to open this bitch up and make him a good little prison cum slut! Open up and take all this fat juicy cock and feel how good it is to be an ass whore!”
Greg couldn’t help but shutter as a chill shot up his spine. His anus was being gaped and used up, and he felt a wet glob of cum drip from the tip of his cock as his precum seeped from his desperate tip. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that Booker was now standing in front of him, his meaty cock in his hand. Booker was standing over Freddy’s face, his member just inches away from Gregs face. Booker wore nothing but a devilish grin, and he lunged forward until his tip was pressing against Greg’s trembling lips.
“You taste that?” Booker queried with a chuckle. “That flavour on that cock is your tight little ass hole, fuck toy. Go ahead open that dick sucking mouth and taste your own ass on my meat like a good prison fag.”
Booker inhaled sharply as his submissive toy devoured his shaft. Greg took the man’s full length into his mouth, his throat opening just as his backside did the same, inviting in all three men at once. The two members forcefully expanded his opening and filled him simultaneously as he tried to suppress a scream. There was an urgentness inside him that craved more, needing to please these men who were abusing him so perfectly. He knew that he could be ruined by this, that if he were to get caught his life would be over. His career, his reputation, his relationship, they would all be destroyed by one dirty, filthy moment of submission. The thrill was so intense that Greg couldn’t hold back his precum, and he felt a familiar twitch as Booker shoved his cock further down his throat.
“Oh, shit, you wanna get filled up again you fuckin’ worthless little toy?” Dan grunted from behind him.
“God damn right he does,” Freddy chimed in “he wants to get his faggot ass filled and stretched out and bred like the jizz dumpster he is! I wanna see all your dirty holes get filled all at once so you can’t even fuckin’ scream when we shoot that cum up your ass!”
“That’s right, I think your filthy little face hole should get just as much cream as your ass hole gets. You better taste your ass on my cock and then swallow this spunk like a good bitch, you wont like disappointing me, fuck face.” Booker growled these words as he shoved himself further against the back of the officers throat.
Suddenly, all three men ceased their verbal abuse, and began to moan and grunt like a pack of wild dogs. Their humping became more and more violent and aggressive, and they grabbed Greg all over as they prepared to fill and cover him in their masculine juices. Freddy laid on the cool, wet tile and looked up at Greg’s desperate lips wrapped around Booker’s pole. His abs contracted and his fingers dug into Greg’s hip bones, his intense climax building and building until he finally released. He let out a long, drawn out sigh, nearly silent in his orgasm.
As Dan felt the throbbing of his prison mate’s pumping cock cumming into the shared hole, he too let his essence free into Greg’s wide receptacle. He dug his fingernails into Greg’s traps, and he moaned a loud, animalistic moan right into his bottom’s ear. He hammered himself into Greg, massaging Freddy’s shaft as he did so, and spurt a generous load into the velvety hole that he and his friend equally inhabited.
As the two men stuffed their submissive toy with their milky liquid, Booker grabbed a handful of Greg’s matted hair and pushed his head down hard on his member. The aggressive act seemed to push both Booker, and Greg himself, over the edge. Booker growled and cried out loudly as he squirted string after string of sticky cum into the back of Greg’s throat. He unloaded himself with a noisy eruption of “fuck!” and “christ!”. His jizz filled Greg’s mouth, and the bitter flavour made the officer’s eyes roll back, as he too lost himself in the intensity of the moment.
Greg felt his colon expand with the double load of fluids filling his backside, and tasted the delicious cream that was forced into his mouth. He was nothing, a toy for these criminals to abuse and use up. He was a filthy little gay sex toy for a group of prison inmates that he was meant to control, and knowing that they saw him as nothing but a save for their dominant pleasures. Greg knew that this was his life now. If they wanted a hole to fuck or a face to cum on, he would be there. Every moment of his life he would remember this feeling. His unused cock, hard as granite, exploded at this realisation, and he emptied himself onto Freddy’s stomach as the three inmates reached the top of their own climaxes.
Slowly, each prisoner pulled his satisfied, flaccid manhood from it’s respective hole, and soon Greg was left laying on the shower floor, alone. The men had used him up, just as they had promised, and when they were done with the toy that they had so thoroughly enjoyed, they left the room without a single word. Greg laid there for a moment, feeling his sphincter slowly recoiling back to its original size, the three mixed loads of masculine essence mingling as they gushed down his thigh. The singular load that had shot into his mouth still lingered on his lips, and he picked them clean as he stared up at the ceiling. There was no use fighting it any longer. Greg knew that this was it, and he resigned himself to a life of being a prison slut with one simple sentence, which he muttered to himself alone in the damp room.
“Thank you, Masters.”
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