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Going gay in prison

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Within a day of entering prison you will come across characters who go gay in jail. Outside they are 100 percent straight, but once inside they are ripe for cock. Men who want to score will freely offer up their bodies for a hit. The guards will naturally turn a blind eye to this for the most part but with one exception. When a jail search is on the cards who do you think the hardened inmates turn to hide their stash? The man with the most compliant arse! And here he is, being fully explored and checked!

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Forlorn Hope – Part 06: It Can Always Get Worse

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male bondage stories Hampton JailToday is Monday, August 9, 1967.

Awakening a little past dawn, I stood up – and nearly tripped over my leg irons.

It took me a moment to process where I was and what was happening.

Oh, right. It wasn’t a bad dream. I’m in jail, in chains, and in a shitload of trouble.

Stumbling to the toilet to take a piss, I pieced together shattered memories. Somewhere through the fog of my mind, more details of my early-morning arrest came into focus above the porcelain bowl.

There I was, locked in the cell as Pitbull read me my rights, then grimly informed me I matched the description of a man who robbed the Casey’s gas station in Sheffield that night. Did I want to explain this? Did I want to tell him anything about it?

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Alex Mecum submits to Christian Wilde and gets a mouthful of cum

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Alex Mecum is obsessed with watching hot studs beat and fuck each other, but he’s nervous about trying it out. Christian Wilde is about to change all that. First he chains Alex to a platform in the center of a dungeon and plays with his huge cock. Alex is still too tense for a good flogging, so Christian softens his tight muscles with some hard smacking. The flog strikes Alex rapidly and at random. They hit from every angle until Alex cries out for mercy, but he is given Christian’s huge cock instead. Alex feels the massive cock fill up his throat. Christian then pulls Alex off his cock and flogs him until he can barely stand on his own two feet. Christian then bends him over and fucks him to the floor. Alex is bound to the dungeon bed, as Christian, with his crop in hand, watches him wriggle. Alex handles the crop well, until Christian covers his tender body in clothespins and smacks them off. Christian moves in close and gives Alex an intimate, open-hand beating, in order to fully test his limits. On his back, Alex watches as his master slides a long steel rod deep into his pisshole. The bound hunk loves being sounded and nearly cums with the metal still in him. Christian pulls out the metal sound and shoves his huge cock into Alex’s tight hole. Alex can’t hold it back and unleashes his cum across his chest before having his mouth pried open to receive every drop of Christian’s load.

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Forlorn Hope – Part 05: Things Fall Apart

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By DR754

Today is Monday, August 8, 1967.

I’m scribbling this entry on toilet paper in a cold, dark holding cell in the Franklin County Jail in Hampton, Iowa. You see, it turns out the “town museum with the bars on the windows” I was wondering about, was actually the county jail. Built in 1880, or so they told me.

And I, a fugitive from justice, was dumb enough to park in the jail driveway. Fucking brilliant.

You see, shortly after drifting off to sleep, I was rudely awakened by a burly man in a “Correctional Officer” ballcap, rapping his nightstick on my car window. I tried to shake him off, but the message was clear – open up or else.

Uh oh. This is a problem. And where the fuck did a correctional officer come from?

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