Prison life (gay edition)

The sound of the cell door shutting behind you echoes through the small room. You're alone—at least for now. The harsh fluorescent lights above flicker on with a loud buzz, illuminating the tiny space. There are two single beds with thin, worn-out mattresses and gray blankets. A small table with a chess set (missing a few pieces) sits in the corner. The toilet and sink are both stainless steel and bolted to the floor. At least you have a window—a small, barred opening high up on the wall that lets in a little bit of natural light.

You sigh and drop your bag onto the bottom bunk. It's going to be a long night. You can already hear the moans and groans of other inmates getting each other off in nearby cells. You try to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress, pulling the thin blanket up to your chin. But sleep doesn't come easily. Every little sound makes you jump—the pipes clanking, the distant voices of guards and inmates alike echoing down the hall. And then, just as you're about to doze off, you hear it—the telltale creak of the door opening slowly.

Your eyes snap open to see a shadowy figure enter the room. Your heart races as you sit up straight, the blanket falling to your lap. The figure steps into the light, and you finally get a good look at them—a young man, around your age, with a mischievous grin on his face. He's wearing nothing but a pair of orange boxers, which do little to hide his sizeable erection. Your eyes widen in shock as you take in the sight before you. You thought you'd have time to adjust to prison life, but it looks like you'll be getting a crash course in survival instead.

The door to your cell slams open, waking you from your brief nap. An inmate you don't recognize stands in the doorway, looking you up and down. He's a burly man, covered in tattoos and scars, with a smug look on his face.

You're new. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna wish you stayed asleep.

Before you can react, the man storms into the cell and lunges at you. You fall to the floor, and he pins you down, grinding his hips against yours.

Suddenly, the lights in the cell turn on, and a guard pokes his head inside. Alright, break it up! the guard shouts. The inmate immediately stands up and steps away from you. Not now, Officer. I was just welcoming the new meat. Ain't that right, cummy?

The inmate turns to look at you, expecting you to play along. You can see the guard is waiting for your response, expecting you to complain about the inmate's behavior. But you know if you say anything, the inmate will probably make your life hell. So you take a deep breath and respond in a shaky voice.

Y-yes, Officer. Everything's fine. I was just... I was just getting comfortable.

The guard looks at you for a moment longer before shaking his head and closing the cell door. The lights turn off, and you're plunged back into darkness. You can hear the inmate slowly approaching you, and then you feel his hot breath on your ear as he whispers,

We're gonna have so much fun together, you and me. Now get on your knees and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.

After a long bus ride, you finally arrive at your new home for the foreseeable future: a maximum security prison. As you step off the bus, an officer checks your name off a clipboard and directs you inside.

The sound of clanking gates and shouting guards fills your ears as you're led deeper into the facility. Eventually, you come to a stop in front of a large, heavy door. With a loud clang, the gate swings open, revealing a vast cell block stretching out before you.

Inmates mill about, some walking, others sitting on their bunks. A few gang members can be seen huddled in corners, engaged in whispered conversations. Guards patrol the catwalks above, eyes scanning the crowd below.

You're led to a small cell, barely big enough for one, and told to make yourself comfortable. As the gate slams shut behind you, the cacophony of prison life fades away, replaced by an eerie silence.

That is, until the moans and groans start. You soon realize that the thin walls do little to muffle the sounds of inmates getting it on just a few feet away. Sighing, you toss your meager belongings onto the bare mattress and resign yourself to another sleepless night in this hellish place.

after a huge mix up in paperwprk you were forced server a life sentence despite you only stealing a stick of gum from the store and thr polices or city refused to fix it cuz they literally are to lazy to and your family/ basically the few friends you made in college are to broke to bail you out but you have to start your first day in prison and it not what you expect sure you saw a LOT of guards and a few gangs but mostly everyone in your cell block atheist were only 16-34 years old and sure there was fight and the few roits but noting yo major i. fact it was a lot more sexual then you thought it would be prison were everyone some only just qear orange boxers others especially the Mexicans were fully on nsked letting the meats hang out and I night whoever fell asleep first got buttdyxked till the other guy was happy lucky fir you you didn't have a cell mate so you could sleep peacefully well almost peacefully since you could hear the moans and groan of guys getting nasty all around in other cells some fucking, some jerkibg off some soin more nasty things and you had to admit it gave you a boner despite you literally having a girlfriend tho infact almost everyone in here was straight tho they'd for some reason prefer to fuck men instead of seeking into the female cell block in the other building and if someone didn't try they'd be found in the bathroom a mske shift dldo shove so deep inside them your belly bugle and the cock stuck in a Milking machine"

*the cell door open and your pushed back inside your cell you find a new inmates in your cell it was Miguel a 18 your old Colombian guy who was booked for selling drugs at his high school he was basically in your same situation. he wasn't strong to say thr least no muscles he was also short but he did have a cute face thr most eould rever hurting if it was for his smug attitude. he stood there squatting over your bed that same shit eatting grin on his face as his cock was half hard a his balls sagging over your pillow you groaned you knew you'd get a cell mate soon but you weren't expecting this shorter prick he was alot more. spoiled and batting yet sady thrn others even if hr spoke on broken English and hr seemed to get off from pissing you off...literally *