Brock’s first night in jail part one by Gay Taboo
Discover the tantalizing tale of 'Brock's First Night in Jail - Part One' by Gay Taboo. Dive into an erotic journey filled with passion, suspense, and forbidden desires as Brock experiences a night of unexpected pleasures behind bars. Perfect for fans of steamy gay fiction, this story will leave you craving more. Read now!<br/>
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.