A gay adult story: Brock's first night in jail part one by Gay Taboo ,
Brock is a 20 year old virgin white boy with a smooth swimmers body. He’s terrified of life in prison, as he should be.
Brock was still a virgin but he was in jail for rape. He would have fucked the unconscious bitch if it weren’t for those two Swedish bastards. At least then he would have gotten to fuck a girl before being in prison with a bunch of rough dudes.Brock was about 5ft8 with pale skin, blue eyes and blond hair. He was young and smooth bodied with delicate muscles gained from hours in the pool. There wasn’t anyone else like that here.
It was only his first day and he was shit scared but he tried to hold his head high even as his mugshot appeared on the news. All the guys whispered about him and gave him glares. Brock tried to ignore everyone.
He had three cellmates. Daquan was the youngest, about three years older than Brock, 6ft3 and slender with dark brown skin. He was cocky and loud. Brock tried to ignore him unless directly asked a question.
Dan was a white dude in his mid-40s who was a bit more pally with Brock. He was 6ft and wide and muscular with a ruddy complexion. His whole body was covered in light brown hair.
Brock’s last cellmate was Winston. At nearly 7ft tall Brock almost pissed himself at seeing him. He was muscular like Dan and much darker skinned than Daquan. He didn’t say much but when he did his voice rumbled. He stared at Brock a lot.
After all the registration bull it was already lights out. It was only 7pm and enough light came through that Brock could see.
A guard came past and said, ‘enjoy your first night.’
He nodded at Winston who nodded back. A chill went through Brock knowing it meant something bad. Once the guard was finished with the corridor Winston creaked out of his bed. Brock was on the bottom of the other bunk and as Winston stood up, Brock saw Dan’s legs swing over the bed above him.
All three guy’s were coming for him. Brock let out a tiny squeal as Winston grabbed him round the neck and pulled him out of bed. Winston pinned Brock against the wall and tore Brock’s clothes off with his other huge hand. Tears welled up in Brock’s eyes.
He looked into Winston’s eyes and said, ‘please don’t.’
Winston laughed. It was so deep it vibrated through Brock’s body. The hand round his neck tightened slightly. His hands were so huge just one almost encircled the entire of Brock’s neck. He pushed against Winston’s chest but the wall of muscle was unflinching.
Brock could still breathe raspily. He looked for help from the other two and saw they were naked and jerking their semi hard cocks. Daquan’s was already over 8 inches cut with big, low hanging balls and a neatly trimmed bush.
Dan was 9 inches and incredibly thick with a hefty foreskin and small tight balls nestled in amongst his dark haired pubes. Precum dribbled from his dick all the way to the floor.
Brock’s own dick was 3 inches unerect in his white briefs. He felt it shrink further at the site of these monsters.
Winston grabbed at his briefs and crushed Brock’s dick and balls in his hands. If it was meant to make him hard it failed. Brock groaned but didn’t dare scream out. He wasn’t a fighter.
After a couple of minutes Winston grabbed Brock’s briefs and tore them off. Brock yelped as the fabric friction burned the tender flesh around his ballsack. He was now completely naked and completely smooth. He shaved all parts of his body to make his swim speeds faster. He was aware how much it made him look like a preteen boy.
‘We’re gonna make you a woman tonight, boy,’ Winston said.
‘Fuck yeah,’ Daquan said and he and Dan laughed.
It was too much for Brock. Fear took over and he involuntarily started to shake and piss. He pissed all over Winston’s uniform. The sound of his piss was the only noise for several moments.
‘Oh shit. That’s gonna cost you,’ Daquan said.
Winston let go of Brock who immediately felt his neck where the hand had been. It was a little tender but no real damage.
‘I’m sorry,’ Brock said.
For a minute Winston said nothing he just stared at Brock.
Eventually Winston said, ‘hold him.’
The other two each grabbed an arm and held Brock against the wall. Winston started to peel his wet uniform off. When he stepped out of it his underwear was also wet and his legs glistened with moisture.
Brock’s jaw dropped at Winston’s bulge. It just couldn’t be real, even if it belonged to a 7ft black man. Winston took his underwear off and Brock realised it could be that big. Completely soft it was already 10 inches with balls bigger than grade A eggs. Foreskin covered half his bell end and his slit was a hole big enough to fit a pencil in.
With Brock’s mouth already wide open Winston shoved his piss stained underwear in Brock’s mouth. Brock gagged but it was pushed so far in his mouth he couldn’t move his tongue and spit it out.
Winston rubbed Brock’s smooth abs. When he’d felt out the right place he pulled his hand back in a fist. Just in time Brock tensed so his internal organs weren’t damaged. The fist slammed into his stomach just below his ribcage. The sensation ricocheted up his spine. Brock let out a muffled scream. He tried to kick out but Dan and Daquan were standing on his feet. Instead he bobbed and twisted but didn’t move much.
Winston continued to use Brock as a punchbag for twenty punches alternating arms. Both were equally strong. When he was done Brock’s stomach was red and purple.
‘Drop him,’ Winston ordered.
Brock immediately went foetal but Winston dragged him up by the hair. He put his fingers in Brock’s mouth and pulled out the underwear.
‘You thirsty?’ Winston asked.
‘Yes,’ Brock replied.
Dan and Daquan laughed. Brock didn’t get what was funny. They grabbed his head and kept his mouth open.
Dan said, ‘if you swallow it all he’ll be gentler. He might even use lube later.’
‘Why you giving pussy boi advice?’ Daquan said.
Brock was looking at the two men as they spoke so it surprised him when hot liquid splashed into his mouth. His eyes shot towards Winston who was holding his huge soft cock and pissing in Brock’s mouth.
Winston’s wide piss slit let out a huge torrent of urine that filled Brock’s mouth in moments. He swallowed instinctively. It tasted so strong and tangy.
‘Good boy,’ Dan said. ‘Keep swallowing.’
Brock felt so nauseous. After the third swallow he started gagging and the piss overflowed over his smooth body. It covered his chest, abs, dick and balls.
Winston kept pissing but started to walk towards Brock. Brock started swallowing again but it was too late. As Winston finished pissing the tip of his dick touched Brock’s bottom lip.
‘No,’ Brock gargled through the remaining piss.
Winston grabbed the back of Brock’s head so he couldn’t turn away. The other guy’s let go and picked up Brock’s arms. They placed his hands one their now hard dicks.
‘Wank us,’ Daquan said.
Brock didn’t move.
‘Do you know what a shiv is?’ Dan asked.
‘Yes,’ said Brock.
‘Then wank us,’ Daquan said.
It was either allow the rape or die. Slowly Brock gripped the big cocks and jerked them. He knew what to do. He usually wanked 3 times a day, although he was only 5 inches hard.
‘Lick it,’ Winston said.
Brock flicked out his tongue. It tasted of piss and musk but it wasn’t as bad as he expected. The line of precum was a thick drool on his tongue. It upset him more than the taste.
Trusting his obedience, Winston let go of Brock’s head and pulled open his foreskin. Brock pushed his tongue under the foreskin cleaning the glistening head underneath. Daquan pushed his head forward making his tongue go even deeper under Winston’s foreskin.
The taste deep under his foreskin was much more pungent but at least Winston’s hygiene was good. Winston pulled back and tilted Brock’s face up to his. Brock closed his mouth but Winston shook his head. Brock reopened it. Already he was their obedient slave. He kept telling himself it was only 3 months. Then Winston spat in Brock’s mouth. Brock flung his head back and hit it on the wall. He gagged and spat on the floor. It was somehow worse than the piss and taste of cock. It felt so intimate and yet dehumanising.
Winston lifted Brock’s head and slapped him hard. Brock’s ears rang and he couldn’t focus his vision for a moment.
‘Open your mouth as wide as you can,’ Winston said. ‘Wider.’
Brock opened his mouth wide until his jaw started to click. Automatically a little drool fell from his tongue down his chin and onto his piss stained chest.
Winston grabbed the back of Brock’s head and started to feed his semi hard dick in. It was about twelve inches now and even with his mouth unnaturally wide Brock barely fit it in it was so fat.
After about 4 inches it reached Brock’s gag reflex. He retched a little and Winston held his dick there for a moment. Then he gripped the back of Brock’s head and pushed hard. The huge cock tore into his throat. Brock’s eyes rolled into his head as he felt his throat cartilage cracking to accommodate Winston’s monster.
‘Look at that bitch’s throat bulge,’ Daquan said.
Brock was barely aware as his body kept gagging to try and dislodge the monster. He could feel his stomach fluids in his throat but they couldn’t get past the cock. Occasionally a little splatter of throat slime sprayed out lubing more of Winston’s shaft.
Tears streamed down Brock’s face and he just look up at his abuser who stared back at him emotionless.
There was now only 3 inches left. It had only taken ten seconds but Brock thought he’d pass out from lack of oxygen. The grasped the dicks in his hands really hard from panic as Winston bottomed out in his throat. The balls rested, slimy against his chin.
After a few seconds Winston pulled all the way out. Brock gagged and choked and heaved but only piss and throat slime came out; he’d missed dinner due to registration.
Winston continued to rape Brock’s throat silently for twenty minutes as Brock continued to gag and retch. Winston was mechanical keeping up an even-paced relentless rhythm making Brock take his dick balls deep every time before fully pulling out. Once it was over Brock couldn’t close his mouth properly. It was locked in place. Winston’s now hard dick stood at just over 14 inches. Daquan was 9 inches fully hard and Dan’s was now 10. Brock had been raped for nearly 40 minutes and none of them had cum yet.
‘On the bed,’ Winston ordered.
Dan and Daquan went over and lay on the bed with their heads at opposite ends and their crotches rubbing together. Winston pushed Brock over so his face was at their cocks and his arse hung out of the bed.
Daquan grabbed Brock’s head eager to get a blowjob. He was much smaller but more violent. He kept thrusting the last few inches of his cock down Brock’s throat so he continually gagged and spewed stomach juices everywhere. Brock pleaded for his life but it just came out at garbled moans that vibrated beautifully against Daquan’s dick.
Brock felt his eyes roll in his head and a semi-conscious calm take over. He continued to gurgle on dick but he wasn’t fighting or gagging violently. He just let it happen. In response Daquan fucked his throat even harder but Brock kept taking it without complaint.
Winston spread Brock’s buttcheeks to look at the untouched pink pucker. Brock had even shaved here and it looked like the first arsehole Winston ever fucked that belonged to a 12 year old in his school when he was a senior. Hopefully Brock wouldn’t spend as long in hospital as that guy.
He spat on the hole and rubbed his rough fingers against the tiny opening. Brock barely twitched as Winston slid a finger in there but his hole instinctively tightened making progress hard.
Brock felt his butt being invaded by Winston’s finger but didn’t have any will left. He realised he was completely broken and he sobbed. Winston’s finger felt like sandpaper tearing at his innocence and his body tightened instinctively but Winston was soon down to the knuckle.
Now a broken slut, Brock started to flick his tongue out and taste Daquan’s balls when he slammed his shaft down Brock’s throat.
Daquan laughed and said, ‘We’ve actually turned the bitch. He wants more.’
Daquan lifted Brock off his dick and spat in his face.
‘Say thank you,’ Daquan said.
‘Thank you,’ Brock responded mechanically tears still streaming down his face.
Winston took this opportunity to force a second finger up the boy. Brock moaned. This hurt a lot more and a hint of fight resurfaced in him. He squirmed but could barely move in his position.
‘Let me fuck his throat!’ Dan said, tired of just jerking his cock. He’d given up all pretence of being nice to the boy. He was too horny to care.
He grabbed Brock, one hand gripping his hair the other pulling his mouth open by the chin. Brock’s tongue lolled out drooling over Dan’s massively thick 10 inch cock. It was even thicker than Winston’s 14 inch one.
‘Say Aaaaah,’ Dan said.
TBC…
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