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.”