4 comments/ 21258 views/ 21 favorites Prison Hell By: spitzharder The clang of the iron gate sounded like a death knell. We had sweated in the prison bus and were now awaiting orders in the unrelenting heat in the induction building. I had landed in this country just three days ago, intending to buy a large camper van to tour for a couple of months. I approached the airport Bureau de change but the shutters were down. "You just caught me," said a guy at a desk next to it, "If you only want domestic currency I can exchange up to six thousand dollars." I was later sentenced to two years in prison for trying to pay for the camper with forged currency, how would I know? Obviously, it turns out the guy was not legit. In the hot prison block a dark man appeared holding a cattle prod, he was tall, muscled and completely naked, his skin glistened with sweat. He also had the largest cock, ever. I mean a horse would be envious of this guy. "All right scum, get out of those clothes and line up against the wall." The slowest prisoners were 'encouraged' with the cattle prod. "All the walls in my prison have a line 18" from it, place your heels on the line and lean back with your shoulders on the wall, arms folded behind you. This is called the 'Rest' position, you will do this whenever ordered - NOW." The naked prisoners struggled to lean themselves back and, bracing with their arms, managed it, eventually. Ten of us were leaning at an angle, stomach muscles straining, dick and balls pushing forward and feeling vulnerable as the cattle prod was slowly directed at us in turn as he walked past. "Again scum, only this time faster, the last three to assume the position get shocked." We rushed to comply, some just slammed their shoulders back to the wall but inevitably some of us were slower. Once at 'Rest' the cattle prod was pushed into three stomachs, I was among the first punished. I stood with my stomach tensed, the sweat conducted the electrical charge into my guts, it was if a mule had kicked me and I convulsed with a groan, sinking to my knees, feeling sick. I knelt there with my breath knocked out of me but had the wit to scramble back into the 'Rest' position. The third prisoner fell, to lie on his side on the floor, knees drawn up, groaning. The big guard walked back, his cock swinging thick and long, perhaps a little more erect than before. Leaning down he put the prod to the guy's balls, the spark could be heard briefly before the scream drowned it out, the prisoner jerked on his side as if fucking frantically. The guards cock rose further as he watched, this isn't just discipline he gets off on it. "Right scum into the wash house, apply the hair removal cream all over your body, after 3 minutes, shower. Too long and it strips the skin off, not long enough, it doesn't work, then I strip your skin off with the whip," he lightly stroked his half hard organ with a plaited leather rope. I slathered on the cream and stood holding my wrist, counting the pulse, somewhere about 210 should do it. I was amongst the first to rush into the shower, sluicing water over my arms, surprised at the amount of hair that came off from both hands and arms. The rest of the hair soon followed and I felt even more naked than before. "Rest," came the command and the prisoners rushed to the nearest wall and slammed their shoulders back against it, pushing their smooth dick and balls forward for inspection. We all passed, although many were red and sore and of course the last man to adopt the position was given a shock to his hairless dick, making him cry out as he slumped down. "You will work a full day for a full meal ration, less work means less food. Line up to get your prison number." I stood in line and a sequential number, 1887, was stamped on the back of my hand and then pushed through a thick, vault like, door, where a recorded voice shouted "Rest." I stood at the 18" line and slammed my shoulders to the door. The pain was unbelievable. When, finally, I could push off from the door I saw a red hot metal bar set into it with the words Packham 1887 in reverse, I now bore the brand seared across my upper back. A door in front of me opened and I stumbled out into the prison proper, or improper as it turned out. The other prisoners were returning from their work, cramming into a long corridor where overhead fire sprinklers were cascading water over the tired, dusty men. They were pushed forward by those behind and they, in turn, by the guards. Dark, naked guards were using electric shock batons randomly to goad the heavy footed stragglers. With packed, wet bodies, the dissipated shock was felt by many as they crashed and jerked like puppets into each other. The guards all had large rampant dicks as they then lowered the batons and pushed bodily against the slick wet bodies of the last of the prisoners. Pushing and thrusting their cocks against wet asses, moving the compliant mass of sunburnt flesh with their meaty poles, enjoying the feeling of power. I was curtly beckoned forward by a guard and joined the last of the dripping throng as they made their way to the cells, the guards goading me with their hard cocks. One turned quickly to smack me with his cock to push me roughly into a cell to join the three who normally dwelt there. Shortly after the door slid shut, silence reigned, I sat on the only unoccupied bed in the narrow cell. Ranged against the long walls there were two sets of bunks with just thin mattress covers, and to the rear, a stainless steel toilet. I said "Hi, I'm Jim, who are you guys." "Shush," came a whisper, "There's no talking, no sound allowed at all." I turned to the guy who had spoken, as I did so, hands went around my throat and the man in the bed above hauled me to my feet by the neck. My red raw shoulders made contact with his bed and I would have screamed but for another pair of hands clamped across my mouth. That's two of them involved I thought, I wonder if the other man would be on my side. I felt rough hands sliding over my body, cupping my balls and grabbing my dick, that would be a No, then. The guy on the top bunk twisted my head until I faced him, by now he was sitting with his legs over the edge of the bunk and brought one leg up to wrap around my neck, pulling me towards his cock with the crook of his knee. I could feel my body being turned by the guy who had grabbed my cock. I struggled, he was kissing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, spitting on my asshole and rubbing his finger against me. I had never felt anything there before and was fearful of the outcome. The guy behind me was spitting and fingering me more and more, my tight ass resisting his efforts. Meanwhile, the guy holding my neck was stroking his cock and pushing a finger into my mouth, prizing open my jaw. I thought to myself, if you think your cock is going in there I'm going to bite it off. Just as he had prized my mouth wide open, a piece of bone was jammed into my back teeth and held around the back of my head with string. His cock soon slid in over my lips to pass under the bone and to push hard against my tongue. I was held captive by his leg, face forced into his groin and felt his cock ramming into my mouth as he rocked to and fro on the bunk. He had one hand clamped on my head and a thumb pushed against my eyeball, threatening to dislodge it should I attempt to bite him. I thought this was hell, until the guy behind held my arms tightly to my body and thrust his cock into me, God, that hurt. I pushed back hard, trying to unbalance him but he used my movement against me as he pushed forward. The head of his cock slid into me, my muffled yell was lost around the dick jammed in my mouth. I could feel the one in my ass through the soft thin skin of my rectum, my sphincter was stretched to bursting point, it had never been this wide before, it felt like it might rip apart. I know guys do take cocks in their ass but surely they must work up to it gradually, not like this, being ripped open by some rampant guy pounding his meat up me, not caring if I needed surgery afterwards. The cock in my mouth was more urgent now, slamming into my tongue and forcing its way past the bone gag to wedge my jaw open ever wider. With an almighty thrust his cock forced its way into my throat, he jerked convulsively as hot cum spurted into me. I gulped in order to breathe, struggling against the thick sticky mass as I tried to get oxygen into my lungs, swallowing all I could of his cum just to go on living. Then I thought I was dying, from the ass upwards, it hurt like hell as the guy pushed harder and harder into me. Where were the guards? How come this could go on without some kind of intervention. The third guy was now wanking me, stroking my cock and licking the end as he brought his lips closer, finally covering the cockhead, sucking at me. The guy raping me obviously liked the tightness of my sphincter as he thrust harder and stronger, pushing me up, to stand on tip toe as all his force was thrusting upwards through me, his balls slapped mine ever harder. Then a judder, as he came deep within me, I could feel the contraction of his cock as he spurted his load, his arms trapping mine, pulling me back onto his rampant cock. I felt a new warmth in me where his cum had lodged deep in my ass. Perhaps now I could get some relief from the pain in my asshole. The third guy took up position behind me as the rapist pulled his flaccid dick from what felt like my torn and bleeding ass. He slid his cock into me fairly easily and I guess blood and cum had mixed to provide a slippery passage for him. Again I felt completely filled as if I could take no more within my rectum, the pain from my ass was just a constant throbbing, his movements were barely noticeable over the burning sensation and a need to push out the offending dick. Still held by the neck and being fucked up the ass, I was surprised when a hand took hold of my cock and started to wank me off. As the guy fucking me gave harder strokes so my cock was tugged harder, the second rapist was quick to build up his momentum, as he did so my cock was engulfed by a mouth and sucked. Together now, two of us were building to a crescendo, my ass was being pushed rhythmically to & fro which in turn pushed my cock in and out of the sucking mouth. My ass could feel his pounding flesh deep within me, he thrust harder and I was sucked harder, until we both came simultaneously. He pulled out of my ass to cum all over my bloodied cheeks, I could feel the wet stickiness as he shot his load, only for it to trickle down to my asshole. My cock, meanwhile had jerked in the air as the mouth was removed, spurting load after load of cum onto my mattress. I had been used and abused within minutes of being in the cell, what lay in store for me now? Suddenly released I fell onto my bed, my ass oozing blood and cum, spreading all over the thin mattress cover. I lay there in pain, thinking only death could help me now. Eventually despite the pain in my shoulders and ass, I fell asleep. The noise of the all the cell doors sliding back had me awake and staggering to my feet. I gave a glance at the others in my cell, they filed past me to adopt the 'Rest' position on the walkway outside. The first to rape me looked at a prisoner across the block and gave a thrusting movement with his hips, his cock flopping up and down, the man smiled and looked at me, licking his lips. God, what a place. A guard walked down the walkway swinging his baton by hand and his dick by means of his walk. He stopped at our cell and shouted, "Whose bunk is this?" I looked around, "Mine," I answered. "You mean, Sir mine, guard Sir" he shouted, as he pushed his shock baton into my belly. I wheezed from my kneeling position, "Sir mine, guard Sir." He stood close to me his cock at my eye level, slowly engorging as my breath fell upon it. He pressed his dark tool against my face, "It seems you can't stop playing with yourself and are so horny as to fist fuck your ass until it bleeds." "No, it wasn't me . I . was." "Is it your bunk?" he inquired, "Is this your cum I see?" Being truthful I replied, "Well some of it, yes." "So you enticed others to play your sick games," he sneered, as he stepped back and another jolt from the baton sparked against my balls. My world exploded, the pain shot up through my stomach and, had I eaten, I would have ejected bile over the floor. He stood there his dick growing as I held my balls, tears streaming down my face. "Bring your mattress and follow me." With that he strode away, I struggled to grab the mattress and walk straddle legged after him. Once through a door we headed for a laundry, I could get the stain off the mattress but not from my character. He turned, his cock slapped his thigh, "Come on cum slut, do your duty," he said as he stepped forward to thrust himself at me. I dropped the thin mattress and fully aware of the shock baton pointing to my balls, fell to my knees. "Kiss it," he ordered, I bent to kiss up and down his shaft, the half hard organ becoming rigid as I kissed along its dark length. As I got toward the tip, he jammed his thick rod sideways into my mouth, using my lips to pull his foreskin back to reveal a glistening taut cockhead. The bulbous head flared from the shaft down to its eye which even now dripped pre cum. "Lick it," he commanded, I did as I was told, what else could I do? He pressed forward, the clear liquid was forced into my mouth and found myself gagging on the huge organ. "Suck it," he ordered. He pushed more of his length into me as I fought to breathe and suck at the same time. My throat hurt as he pushed ever deeper, now I was really in difficulties, trying to breathe any air at all while sucking at him. I held his dick tugging him and pulled it part way out in order to breathe, allowing him to thrust back in when my lungs had partly filled. I breathed out and pulled his cock some way out of my throat for in inward breath before he slammed it in again. My head was spinning from lack of oxygen but as I gave big gasps to try to gain some air around his dick, all he felt was greater sucking. He moaned, holding my head, now I had a job to even pull him a short way from my throat as he built to an orgasm. My only thought was to make him stop but how? I slipped my hand around his ass and jammed my thumb up his asshole, he paused, enough for me to get breath. I gasped and sucked in precious oxygen but then had a throat full of cock, as he thrust into me and came in knee trembling jerks. I had to gulp down the big load, my only alternative was to pass out. Gulping and gasping air where I could, he shot again and again, my gasping only draining his balls. Finally he threw me to the floor, "God that was a good blow job, I knew after seeing your bunk that you would love a good protein shake, the thumb up the bum helped. Get cleaning that mattress and then all the floors." It took all day to clean every floor, then replaced my now dry mattress. The prisoners were returning from the fields, I was as sweaty as them and was ordered to stand amongst them as they waited for the fire sprinkler to start. The prisoner, who, this morning had smiled at me, barged his way towards me. I pushed diagonally away from him, after all, he was not after my scintillating conversation. I pushed through sweaty bodies back towards those just coming in they in turn rubbed their dicks against me as I squeezed by. The smiley guy was gaining, suddenly the showers gushed, I could see nothing, people were clutching at me, fondling my ass, my dick anything they could get hold of. I struggled to go against the tide of humanity but ever more solid dicks were pressing against me and mine was excited in turn. Then I was turned and a man had his cock shoved up against my asshole, Oh God, not again! We lurched forward, him trying to get up my ass, me trying to raise myself by pressing onto other people's shoulders to raise my ass out of reach. A whistle blew and there was an instant parting of the 'waves,' the water stopped and people stepped away from me if they could. I was in a cleared space half on a guy's back, my cock at the top of his ass and due to the lack of human bodies pressing behind me, I slid down to a stop with my cock at his asshole. "You degenerate scum, you're trying to fuck in the showers," with that, a baton touched my ass and I fell groaning to the floor. "The rule is, NO sexual contact with other prisoners, ever," shouted a naked guard with a half hard on. It seems they really liked inflicting pain on prisoners, if I didn't make myself stand up I would receive even more punishment. "Back of the line," he shouted, "Perverts will be up at the rear, as you seem to enjoy doing." The showers re started and the rest of the prisoners pushed forward, again in the tropical downpour hands clutched me, dicks pressed hard against me as I struggled to make it to the back of the throng. When I stood with the last few prisoners there were 6 field guards walking naked through the deluge giving electric shocks to any they thought fit and proudly displaying their huge, hard cocks. "Stop" came the order, five prisoners had been hanging back. "Do your duty," came the order and all five knelt at the nearest guard to rub and suck his cock. I looked about me, one guard smiled at me, waving me over with his shock baton. I knelt and started to service him but he took hold of my chin and pulled me to my feet, turning me to face the others as he stroked my asshole. "Lets see how you like it," he said, as he fingered me more and more, pushing three fingers into my recently virgin ass. His big cock nudged my asshole but bent under the pressure of his thrust, he forced the tip in with his fingers, in order to penetrate me. My sore, ragged, sphincter was violated once more. He pushed so hard I nearly fell, only his arms about my waist prevented it, as he pulled me onto his huge cock. Why are all the guards so large? They were certainly intimidating and so difficult to accommodate from where I stood. This huge python was inching its way up my ass and I had no say in the matter at all. At least last night I was able to get some hand relief but look where that got me. Fully home now, the guard started to hump me, I felt like I was a piece of meat that was just there to be used. The other guards were watching us as they were being sucked off, one by one they ejaculated over their cum sluts and pushed them through the shower to their cells. The guard was stepping up his tempo now as he settled into a rhythm, my ass was burning, ring stretched to the max and I could feel blood dripping again. The other guards left and we were in our own world his of pleasure, mine of pain. "What the hell is going on here," shouted the big dark, horse cock guy, who had originally called the prison 'his.' "1887 forced himself on me", said the guard, who up till now was the one doing all the forcing. "Step away and shock his sorry ass," came the order. The step back was enough to pull his cock from me but how can I say it? It made me feel empty, unfulfilled. At least up until now I was wanted, needed, I had a place in this weird hierarchy, now even that was gone. The shock hit me in the ass cheeks, my bum clenched hard, Horse cock shouted, "Rest," and I rushed to a wall stood at the line, slamming my sore shoulders back with a smack. He dismissed the other guard and stood before me, "Don't bother trying to push out that useless little thing," he growled, "Turn around, now push out your ass, that's your only redeeming feature. Bend lower." With that he shocked my ass cheeks once more, a rippling surge of energy seemed to make my whole insides flip over, my ass was pouting like a stranded fish. Seeming to suck in air, certainly some of the blood was drawn back into me, I could feel its cold wetness inside. Prison Hell Ch. 02 A roar went up, human voices, yes, but an animalistic sound as I fell wounded to the ground. The heavy, metal sheath covering my cock hit my thigh sending lots of small spikes protruding from its inner casing into me. The pain from that and the similar chain mail cage around my balls also pierced my flesh making me cry out again in agony. My opponent stood, as naked as I, acknowledging the crowd even though with genitals encased like me, his cock dripped blood from the blow he had delivered. Medicines had been developed to keep a man's hard on for hours, these were enhancing our rigid cocks. We had clashed our metal cages trying to wound one another with the large exterior spike protruding rapier like from the end. This new form of 'cock fighting' entailed thrusting our bodies at each other as we endeavoured to drive the large metal spike into the other's lower regions. I had just been struck in the balls by his spike and though I had sprung back at the last moment my chain mail had allowed a 'scoring' penetration of his sharp spike. As I arose gingerly, I had a good view of the two holes I had already inflicted in his ass cheeks pouring blood down his sweat sheened body. He had sliced various cuts on me but this latest had me bringing up bile as I got up from the ground. My cock was as still as turgid as ever, rigidly jutting out ready for battle as I rushed from a crouch to jab my spike towards his belly. My hands were grabbing for his shoulders to pull him into me, he half turned away, my spike raking along his belly to cut just above his cock. At the last second he managed to cut my thigh as I completed my manoeuvre, a thin line of blood trickled down my leg but neither of us were any closer to getting the maximum points of four piercings to win the fight. I completed my attack by two quick steps to the side, and using his sideways thigh thrust momentum, twisted his shoulder, thereby presenting the side of his ass to me just as I pushed my whole body into him, my cock spike struck fairly deep into one cheek of his ass. We both screamed, him from torn muscle, me from the internal spikes scoring deeply into my rock hard member as I spiked him. Another roar went up as the watching crowd bayed for more blood. I only had one more major strike left to complete but he was a big guy, cutting me many times and scoring one hole to my balls another to my side, a deflection on my part which saved my ass - literally. Although in agony, I rushed him, appearing about to drive my spike towards his belly once more, he realised belatedly that I had feinted and was twisting my shoulders to step further to the side, grabbing his neck to pull him off balance. He was badly placed to retaliate now I was behind him, pulling him back. To keep his balance he had to throw his body weight forwards, leaning from the hips; so did I. His ass now squarely before me, I rammed my cock into the cleft of his cheeks, he folded at the knees bringing me crashing down on him, he screamed like a girl as my cock spike and half the metal cage rammed up his asshole. We fell heavily, God, it hurt as we landed. My cock slid past lots of internal spikes as it drove into him and the same number as I pulled out of his torn, bleeding asshole. A few people slapped me on the back as I tried to rise but most jostled me as they had bet on the other guy, let's face it, I would have bet on the other guy. Life at Packham prison hadn't changed; it simply evolved as new ideas were thought up by the guards. I rolled my shoulders as I went back to my cell, my prison number burnt into my skin denoting Packham 1887 was now raised keloid tissue, hard and twisted looking. I was housed in what was now called the gladiators wing, there were twelve of us pitted against each other, or sometimes facing ordeals alone. Already I had fought a large dog and bore the scars to prove it. Attack dogs don't just hang off your arm like well trained police dogs; they bite in quick succession all along any limb they can reach. Often they will attack the softest parts; a naked man has his softest parts tantalisingly close to the level of their jaws on approach. I bear deep scars around my neck and head, my ploy was to drop under their attack leap, grab their front legs, pulling them apart and breaking them. Sounds good in theory but they are biting everything in sight, its not always possible to grab both legs, or even one at times. Often in mid leap they would twist and come at me from a different angle, seemingly oblivious of my gouging and kicking on contact. Although ultimately defeat able, I'd rather fight a man. The man I saw as I entered my cell was horse cock, I had assigned him that name the first day I saw him and having since learnt no other, continued to think of him as such. A tall, dark man, well muscled and completely naked, he showed the largest cock ever, and it looked pleased to see me. Thrusting out from his loins at a jaunty angle, I always wondered just how the ligatures and muscles could maintain that huge phallus against the pull of gravity. He held out huge arms and grabbed, holding me close, rubbing his naked body against mine as he congratulated me on my win and the money he had won. He lifted me up; I ducked to avoid the ceiling as he sucked on my cock. To draw me in further he slid me over his shoulder, now I was upside down holding onto his ass for fear of falling on my head. He swivelled me around so that my mouth was poised over his rigid cock and lowered me onto it. I needed no prompting, stroking and sucking him off, my head was soon throbbing with the blood pounding in my ears, he was sucking on my dick and I gave all my attention to his cock and expertly sucked and squeezed the big fleshy prong to bring him off. By now my head was aching and eyes hurting with the pressure building up behind them. I was squeezing his balls and stroking his cock for all I was worth, he was panting with desire and thrusting his hips at me as his climax approached. I was just hoping he wouldn't drop me, held only by my legs at this point. He groaned, pushing his whole body at me, he jetted thick cum into my mouth firing it halfway up my throat. He sagged at the knees and I feared for my safety as I swallowed and choked on his juicy load, trying to gulp it upwards, simply to breathe. I slithered to the ground as his grip loosened, coughing and swallowing, feeling the last drops of his spunk splash on me. He had been taking tablets, his hard on was not diminishing one iota, jutting out like a crane jib as he pulled me into a kneeling position. His saliva coated cock slid into me, I could feel its girth pressing past my sphincter, widening me fully, until slipping in full depth to fill me up completely. Even now, it took every bit of my will to allow the ingress of his massive weapon and we rested for a moment before he started the short strokes that would lead gradually to ever longer ones and finally to what I really loved, the long hard pounding of his huge cock thrusting ever deeper into my ass, to finally spurt hot thick cum deep into my body. I know every nuance of its taste and consistency, complemented by a fellow prisoner is so in awe of horse cock's huge weapon that he often sucks the cum from my ass to swap it in a kiss as he wanks me off. I swear he has the longest tongue as he pushes it into my asshole, now gaping after the rough passage of that mighty dick, I feel his lips actually inside me. By now I'm on the brink of cumming and tap him on the arm so he can cover my cock with his mouth as I spurt strongly into him, slamming my crotch into his face as his constricting throat milks me dry. He slurps and gently sucks me clean as he wanks himself to orgasmic heaven, slowly allowing my spunk to dribble down his throat. The gladiator games started quite incongruously with 1572 and I pitted against each other in a reverse tug of war. Drug induced rigidity made our cocks stand out prominently as a leather strap was looped loosely around the base of our cocks, we stood back to back four feet apart. Taking up slack in the strap, the object was to strain forwards to drag the opponent backwards until he crosses a line in the sand. The straining leather leash tightened as we both threw ourselves in opposite directions, pulling hard on the base our cocks, forcing them down as we fought to drag the other man back. By now I had bent my knees to crouch in order to stop the leather from slipping off my bent dick, the agony was similar to trying to actually rip it off. I had only moved forward a small distance but the leather was now starting to slip down my almost downward pointing shaft. Squatting further and trying to get my ass as forward as possible, I was virtually sitting on the ground pulling with all my might, when a roar went up and I fell backwards the loop still present but slack. The other guy's dick had bent all the way back irrespective of the rock hard erection he had sported, so as winner, that night I had a good meal and drank some wine as well. The Games were established by the guards and their friends, the whole idea was for a chance to gamble they bet heavily on the outcome. Many of the guests were well dressed, rich business men who gazed with ill concealed lust at the naked gladiators as they flexed their buttocks and thrust their genitals at each other. Many deals were made for the business men to 'aid'a prisoner, the only aid they got was more protein stuffed down their throat or up their ass. Some men just wanted the use of a submissive body and alcohol was smuggled in to break down the last resistance to debauchery. Some days later 1572 and I weren't involved in the next series due to the agony we still felt at the simple task of walking. We watched the other contestants as long iron rods were tied to their genitals. They were paired and pitted against each other to score five solid blows to their opponents, or a knockout. This actually happened when 1658 struck a hard blow to his opponents knee bringing him down heavily, before he could rise his assailant knelt over his head, swinging his body away then back mightily to crash the iron rod to his temple. With the constant workouts and training for the games we were piling on muscle and with the sun beating down most days we were getting tanned as well. Oiled up for our bouts even I must admit we were a healthy looking bunch and hard as nails. Race day was a favourite amongst visitors and guards alike, a prisoner was strapped into each of two wheeled 'rowboats.' They stood tied to metal rings bolted to the deck with their arms lashed to two heavy oars up and behind them. On the order to start, they pulled the oars forward, causing the large poles to move behind them and dig into the earth, they then had to pull back hard to propel the wheeled 'boat' along in a rowing motion. Of course having taken tablets to produce prodigious erections, they were miming a fucking motion. With two such 'boats' in a race there were now two extra positions to be filled, that of those about to be fucked. Guess who was among those lined up for that dubious role? My feet were tied to the same metal rings as the rower, I was unceremoniously thrust onto his rigid cock, my arms tied to his oars, though I felt ever more the whore these days. Together we pushed and pulled our way round the course, his dick sliding within me, slicked with sweat dripping from us both. His body crashed into me again and again, hard thighs smashing against my soft ass, his engorged cock plunging in and out as we toiled to win the race and a box of beer. There was an increase of sexual feeling now as I maximised the amount of movement between us, sliding silkily down his fleshy pole as we pushed forward and almost off it as I arched my back to reach as far behind me as he did. We were stepping up our rowing rate as we fucked our way around the compound to the race finish, more importantly our own finish was building towards a climax. We crossed the line but rowed on some more as we took each other to the brink and beyond. I could feel hot spunk filling me as I too spurted hot cum into the air, spasm after spasm cascaded to the deck. I'd like to think we were first to cum across the finish line but we ended up second. Slumped, hanging from our lashings we were utterly spent, one might even say - drained. Sometimes our bouts were full on, testosterone fuelled rampage. Such as the time when I was 'cock fighting' 1658, he was a massive hulk of a man, so chemically enhanced that he could probably cut down a tree with his metal encased dick and not feel the metal spikes gouging into him. At least that's how it appeared, as we clashed cocks, I stumbled and he pierced my ass in a double strike, a shagging style double thrust which left my ass cheek with a large open wound. I staggered in pain and could hardly stand on that leg, his eyes gleamed as he saw how crippled I was, swiftly moving in for what was probably another double tap to finish me off. I circled, favouring my good leg as he poised to strike, his huge metal encased cock was aimed at my belly, which would easily be a crippling blow. He charged, I pivoted hard on my bad leg, my cry of pain lost in the roar he gave as he thrust his cock at me and barely missed. Sudden agony made me lurch to one side and I seized the opportunity to thrust my hips at him to score a deep hole in his ass cheek as he rushed past. No double tap for me, I was lucky to be still standing as his lunge carried him forward and dragged me along, spiked into in his bum. With another roar he turned, disengaging my spike but still sending me tottering onward, helpless to avoid the spike encasing his cock thrusting up at a threatening angle. Time seemed to slow, I could see his huge, tanned, oil slicked body standing stock still in front of me, his belly starting to recede from me as he drew back for the impetus to thrust his cock into my body. Now, although slowing my advance, I was helpless to avoid that vicious jab to my unprotected belly. My only armour was the metal cock cage, quickly aligning myself to parry the rapier point about to strike me, caught the tip of his spike with my cock to deflect it, only for it to cut a deep gouge in my belly and hip. A lot better for me than intended but still a deep crippling wound. I staggered back, gasping, blood pouring down my legs from both ass and belly, both open wounds bringing overwhelming pain. I've still only scored one point and I'm half dead on my feet. He pressed home his attack and rushed at me grabbing my shoulders, presumably to turn my ass toward him. I went to pivot again but the excruciating pain made me fall to one side, so quick it was almost a judo hip throw. He fell over me, and, regaining my feet, I lunged on top of him to fall spike first onto his ass. My weight had driven the breath from him, now I had a chance to spike him with a double tap and strove to make it up the asshole. I missed, due to his twisting but did score two in his ass cheeks. He threw me off with a huge upward thrust of his body and we painfully got to our feet. Our wounds now would limit our method of attack, I could see how it would hamper him, I've been hampered that way during this fight for some while, so intended to use it to my advantage. He couldn't stride or kick, so would have to get in close, I for my part wanted to close the gap between us quickly to deliver the final telling blow. He weaved from side to side moving closer, I estimated the distance, and from a standing start jumped as far as I could, striking him with both knees. The force was sufficient to hurl him to the ground, landing on top of him once more I stabbed his upper belly with my spike. I was fearful that the leap wouldn't take me far enough and that he could have struck me in the balls if I had landed any lower on him. My chain mail couldn't have withstood my weight assisting his spike into me, as it was, he tried to skewer my thigh but merely made a cut before I was hauled off him to be declared the winner. Such is my life these days at Packham prison, I am a gladiator and have a certain standing in this jail, just as long as I don't get killed. Spitz Harder Prison Hell "Pout for me scum, wink your willing hole for my huge cock". I continued with my ass pouting because the electric shock hadn't yet worn off and I certainly didn't need another. In fact I wondered if I could ever push rather than suck ever again! Horse cock was obviously turned on by my asshole and brought his thick pole up, to press firmly into it. To my surprise my ass nearly gobbled him up, so quick did his meat disappear into me and how filling it was, the girth and length completely overflowed my capacity. I felt glad I could take this huge organ with very little pain but that notion was quelled when he started to thrust harder and deeper. If he went much deeper I would have to open my mouth to let it out! His thrusting slowed and the pulling back began, inches of it slid smoothly out of me only to be rammed home again, the tempo rising as he gained more sexual feeling. Now he was a well oiled piston, a reciprocating cock shaft plumbing the depths of me, sliding effortlessly past a sphincter long since torn aside and rearranging my insides. He gained pace, slamming so hard my head was hitting the wall, I saw stars but still he went faster, his ass must have been a blur. Funny that with all I have had to put up with, I was thinking about his ass, his dark muscular mounds, his great cock and beefy body. All the while I was pushing back towards him meeting his thrusts wantonly, he groaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me ever further onto his massive tool. I too groaned, in pain, as he ejaculated into me. I could feel every spurt from his cock, great torrents of cum flooded my guts but now I felt empowered. I had made him want me, made him want to fuck me, only I could make him cum hard and deep in ass, My Ass. He withdrew and ordered me to the dining hall. The other prisoners were already eating as I made to join the queue, "1887, Rest," came the order, within seconds I had assumed the position. "What makes you think you should have food? You haven't worked in the fields all day like these men, in fact I hear you sexually assaulted a guard." I stood watching as the others ate, cum trickling from my ruined, open ass in a steady flow down my legs, seeming to want to sully the floor that I had mopped earlier. We were marched off to our cells, weary men all but I was ravenously hungry, not having not eaten since 7a.m. the day before. Back in the cell I was wary now of the others and kept my back to the barred door. The big rapist guy stood in front of me, "Do you want something to eat?" he whispered. Although fearing the worst, I nodded. He punched me, a short jab to the stomach. I doubled over, my stomach had put up with a lot all day, this was the final straw. He pulled on his dick encouraging it to harden and shoved it into my mouth. "Feast on this meat and you'll get plenty of gravy," came the growl. Already gasping for breath, I was again forced to suck cock if I wanted to live. He was thrusting into me, my ass banging the barred metal cell door until a guard walked up. His view was of my open ass trickling cum bent over to suck another prisoner off, which was strictly against the rules. "Open 42," he shouted, "1887 get out here." I walked hunched over, still panting, saliva drooling from my mouth. He didn't move but in order to exit the cell, bent over as I was, I had to stop when my face was just an inch from his cock. My breath was rasping and blowing over his organ, I couldn't straighten, my stomach muscles had given up on me. He turned his upper body to order the door shut and in doing so brought his cock to my lips. Still panting, I was virtually kissing his rising member, even though I had backed up so far, that one of the bars of the closed door was hard in the crack of my bum. One of the guys in the cell goosed my ass and I lurched forward my lips engulfing his cock. "1887, for your wanton display of depravity you will be confined to the pillory." With that I was led away for punishment for more crimes I didn't commit. In the punishment room the guard stopped, I was still almost doubled over, he moved to stand in front of me. So close I could see the saliva from my earlier collision with his cock. "Do your duty," he said, as he slipped his soft cock between my lips. I was conscious of the ever present baton swinging by his side, my body couldn't take any more electric shocks. I started to nibble along the length of him bringing him to full hardness, concentrating on the sensitive ridge of his glans, as I used my lips to push back his foreskin. I slid down the dark veiny shaft until, thrusting forward, he caused me to gag. Coughing and with a mouthful of saliva I couldn't swallow, I liberally coated his thick pole. He pulled out and turned me around, Oh no, not again. I was pushed to stand with my head close to a wall, as he slapped my ass cheeks and slipped into me. His coated rod glided smoothly up inside my body, the pain was far less than before and he was soon slapping his balls against mine. His thrusts became a tempo that my mind put a song to, the cadence used for resuscitation. I could do with that I thought, bring me back from the dead, obviously I was in a delirious state, due to lack of food and the abuse I had suffered in the last two days . . . only two days? By now his thrusts were pushing me forward, rocking me on weary legs, I had to support myself by bracing my arms against the wall. His movements grew violent, slapping my ass cheeks as he rode me, then squeezing my neck with both hands as he neared his orgasm. He grunted with the effort of sliding hard and fast into my soft ass, he went limp. I could feel a weak dribble from a barely pulsing dick deep inside. He slumped over me, I could barely support myself, we fell in a heap on the floor. Puffing and panting we were both spent, when the door opened and another guard walked in. By now my violator was flaccid and he jumped to his feet, "He tried to escape punishment but I brought him to the ground," he declared. "Then tie him to the pillory," said the second guard, hauling me to my feet. The pillory was a wooden post with a wide wooden cross piece, above shoulder height and some 30 inches wide. My wrists were secured through holes in the cross piece, wide and higher than my head. Standing upright was still difficult for me and the punishment I had just received was no help. "Twenty lashes for each sexual depravity," said the guard. "No doubt you involved all three of your cell mates in your depraved antics." "Sir, No, I didn't Sir." "All three weren't involved?" "Sir,yes but." "But? there's no qualification you can add that can redeem your sexual proclivities." "Then attempting to seduce a guard in the showers," he made the points on his fingers. "Don't forget trying to escape punishment," said the second guard, "You're too easy on the scum." One hundred lashes, to punish me for being degraded by others, what sort of system is this? They took turns to lash my body, all over. Starting with back, ass and thighs, then turning me around to thrash chest, belly and the final twenty to my cock and balls. They both had hard cocks as they tortured me, their meat slapping their thighs as they swung the lash. My cock was going to be heavily marked with criss cross red stripes, I felt even more degraded as it hardened, because pressure and pain had stimulated it to full erection. "See the scum likes it, thrash his cock some more," one forced my rigid cock down whilst the other beat down on it with the lash, pre cum had started to form at its tip. "Ow, watch where you're hitting," said the one holding me, "Here use this." He handed over his shock baton. God no. Grinning and lining it up carefully, the tip was brought close to the eye of my dick. I trembled, I'd been shocked in most places since I've been here but this doesn't bear thinking about. My trembling caused my dick to move, as if dodging the inevitable. The baton moved away, I relaxed slightly, then, a quick move and it was back, the blue spark leapt to the pre cum wetting the eye of my dick. "Argh, I shouted, the shock travelled down my urethra, spasming my balls, shooting out cum like a shotgun. The pain made me try to curl up in a ball, succeeding only to raise my knees, putting even more strain on my ravaged body. I jerked and thrashed, held captive in the presence of evil. "See he got his rocks off with that one." They laughed as they left, I was just hanging, hurting, unable to think anymore, just racked with pain. The next day I was released to work in the fields. Long lines of prisoners crouched over the crops as they lifted root vegetables by hand. A multi blade type device had been driven over the growing crops to ease them to the surface, we had to select the best for market and the rest for the prison. I held a thick carrot in my hand as I lifted others, taking a surruptious bite from the smaller end when no one was looking. I had consumed almost half of it before I was caught. "1887, what do you think you're doing," came the shout, a guard walked over. Swallowing hard I replied, "Sir nothing, Sir." "Show me your hand," he ordered. I opened my hand to reveal the somewhat gnawed carrot. "Are you making a butt plug for your ass," he enquired, "It looks big enough even for your loose asshole. . I groaned inwardly, I knew where this was going. "Sir no, Sir, I was just hungry, Sir" "So you thought you would steal from your fellow prisoners, did you? "Sir no, Sir." "I think that is a butt plug you have there, so you had better put it where it belongs." I bent to push the large vegetable up my ass, it would almost go in but stopped just before my ass could close on it. The guard walked behind me to check, "Bend forward a little more," he ordered, "I can see the problem." He booted me up the ass, the carrot disappeared - someone has just parked a truck up my ass. The green leafy top of the carrot was tickling my thighs as he said, "I'll check every now and then, to see if you still have it there, you can eat it tonight." The day passed slowly, the work was hard, back breaking toil, everyone was glad when the whistle blew to head back to the showers. I was lucky and managed to get through the showers quickly, my green 'tail' a subject for comment. I lined up with the other prisoners for the evening meal, pork sausages and vegetables. My mouth was watering, the aroma was delicious, until a voice called, "1887, what are you doing queuing for food when you already have yours?" Oh, no, the carrot. "Remove your food and proceed to eat." Easier said than done, the limp foliage was not strong enough to help pull it out, I bent over digging my fingers into my asshole. A couple of finger nails got a limited purchase on the vegetable butt plug, I strained to eject it. Consciously willing the thing to emerge from its hiding place, using fingernails and bruised ass muscles, it finally plopped into my hand. Stained with various fluids the reprehensible object was fit only for the bin. "Eat," came the voice of a guard, looking up I saw he was staring at me, I rolled the carrot over to try to find the cleanest place to start. I nibbled at the warm smelly object making inroads through the cleaner interior parts. Under the watchful gaze I finished all of it, my first sustenance for days. Back in our cell, my stomach rumbled, unused to having food and of such indigestible quality. One of the prisoners put a friendly arm on my shoulder, "We have food for you, we smuggled sausages from dining hall in our ass. You should like that seeing as how you're used to it." He squatted and started to strain, "I'm not touching it," he whispered, "if you want it, you'll have to lay under me and suck it out." What can I say, I was starving, I lay under his ass, looked up at his hairless butt with something brown extruding from it. I hoped this was not a cruel practical joke but after last night who could tell? The sausage, if that's what it was, protruded quite a way by now and I thought, if I gripped it with my teeth and pulled it out, he couldn't dump on me straight away. It wasn't too soft so I took a firm hold and pulled the sausage from his ass, chewing it down before anyone could stop me from consuming it. The others also fed me direct from their ass, the big, rapist guy, ordered me to kiss his asshole, but after what I had been through, that was no big deal. At last, food in my stomach, I needed it to regain my strength. Tired, sore from fists, branding, whipping and electric shock batons I really only wanted to sleep. What do you know? I was allowed to. It was the next night that it happened, I was hit in the stomach as we all returned to our cells, someone grabbed my neck and pulled me to the far side of the block. I ended up in cell across from mine where the smiling man was. He fondled me openly, caressing my ass and rubbing his hand up and down my shaft. His two cell mates held my wrists and pulled me spread-eagled across the front of the cell door. My previous cell mates watched avidly as smiley man started to fuck my ass. I was shagged mercilessly by the big man. Rough grunting sex like rutting animals. When he had cum the others took their turn to violate me and to ejaculate up my poor ass. My arms were then pulled back behind me, back to my thighs, then slid towards my knees. Now, only my cock was touching the bars, I was bent like a bow, my cock thrust out into the corridor. Held in that position, they started to wank me, rough strokes with no thought to my needs, their dry scaly hands rubbed my poor abused cock. My rigid pole thrust from my thighs, jutting out lewdly into the corridor. Harder they tugged me and I began to thrust forward pushing against their strength and beating my turgid cock against the bars. I was going to cum, beautiful sensation swamped me, with a last pull back of my foreskin, I came. Fountains of cum jetted from my poor battered body, I was still bent unbelievably backwards, head back, thrusting out my cock and cumming in pints, over the corridor and, as my head arose, I saw dark thighs covered in my cum, as horse cock stood outside the cell. I staggered with the release of tension and fell against the bars, in bewilderment. The others were all on their bunks. To the guards eyes I was openly wanking in front of dozens of witnesses, despoiling the corridor and him! "Open 45," he shouted, "1887, Out now. For sexual deviance and flagrant disregard of the rules, you will be punished severely." What could I say? It did look that way. We ended up in the punishment room, "Lick this cum off me," he growled. I knelt before him, licking my ejaculate from his thighs, holding dark muscular legs, I couldn't help but appreciate his finely toned, naked body. Having cleaned him I looked up imploringly, "There could be some on your ass, Master, I will attend to it," he appeared not to notice my change of title for him. I quickly kissed and licked those big fleshy globes and he turned to allow me access. My tongue was feverishly licking the crack of his ass, making a bee line for the tight sphincter. I bent under his spread legs to kiss at his balls and down the underside of his massive cock. It was already beginning to rise, my kisses merely helped it to attain full hardness. He stood there, magnificent, like a dark statue of an ancient God. His enormous weapon thrust forward, as if about to do battle. I looked up from my prone position, "May I adore your magnificence." I asked thickly. He nodded his acquiescence, like a noble King. I placed my lips over the most wondrous cock of them all and felt honoured. Time flew by as I licked and sucked and stroked his huge phallus, taking him to the edge of orgasm before allowing it to subside. One moment he was on his toes, my lips having him teeter on the brink of orgasm, the next I just squeezed that ebony tool, holding him back. My ministrations went on for ages as I brought him to the very pinnacle of desire, he gripped my head and thrust far into my throat, pumping cum and shuddering on trembling knees. He emptied himself into me. I swallowed and slurped, some escaping from my mouth as the huge load ran over my tongue, dripping as I tried to breathe. Small shudders ran through him as I sucked the very last drops, he then withdrew. The great cock took ages to pull free as I sucked it clean whilst it passed over my lips, only to bang my chest as it fell to hang totally drained. "Thank you Master, for the permission to worship you", I said, hoping against hope that he would protect me in this hell hole. "Were starting a new scheme, you could ask to go into solitary," he said, offhandedly. "You would service me and I would then give you food. If tired of you, you're back in general population and your sentence resumes, even if three years have passed, because working in the fields is time served." Even the two years of my sentence means goodbye to my job. The flat and car will be re-possessed and most of my savings were for the camper, fuel and food. What do I have to lose? My ass is torn and I've allied myself to the biggest darkest fuck partner in the world. I am a wanted man. But in a nice way. At least I'll be full, if only from the bottom up. *****