Tamed by the Prison Gang

Tamed by the Prison Gang

“Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

My girlfriend speaks into the telephone while staring at me through a thick panel of glass.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be able to handle it.” I give a weak smile.

I try to sound strong, but I’m increasingly unsure of myself. I’ve been in prison for less than a week, and it’s already taking a toll on me.

“Time’s up, Asher.” A burly guard approaches and grabs my shoulder.

“I’ll visit again soon.” My girlfriend waves and hangs up the phone, a sense of concern present in her caring eyes.

I rise as the guard escorts me back to my cell…back to my personal hell.

As we walk the cold, gray halls, I wonder how I got to this point. How did my life unravel so quickly?

I had a calm, middle-class upbringing. I was a hard worker and a student in my first year of college. I never dreamed I’d get involved with the wrong crowd though. The guys I met on campus always seemed so friendly. They invited me to parties and helped me hook up with girls, but I didn’t realize they were just using me.

I knew they sold drugs, so it wasn’t a huge surprise when they asked me to get involved. They packed my trunk with guns and narcotics and asked me to drive to a nearby campus in another state.

Like an idiot, I agreed. I figured it would be a way to repay them and stay in their good graces.

But everything fell apart during a routine traffic stop. I was caught and convicted of being a drug mule. It turns out my college bros were involved in a much larger trafficking operation, and from the judge’s perspective, I was just as guilty as them. It didn’t matter that I had no criminal record. He threw the book at me and sent me to the toughest prison in the state. I’m stuck in this godforsaken place for at least the next few years. I wonder how I’ll survive…I’m not cut out for this lifestyle.

“Hurry up!” The guard’s voice is aggressive as he escorts me to my cell.

We move down the grim hall of the cellblock. The surroundings are overwhelming. The tall imposing walls are made of concrete and steel, housing cells stacked three levels high. The scent of sweat and disinfectant hangs heavily in the air, making it difficult to breathe. My heart pounds with anxiety as I stare into the distance—this place seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

Inmates in orange jumpsuits loiter near the bars of their cells, eying me and hurling taunts and insults as I move.

“Hey, sissy boy!”

“Yo! What’s this little fucker doing here?”

“Looks like a bitch!”I lower my eyes to the ground to avoid making eye contact with them. It’s true—I’m skinny and frail compared to these beastly men. It feels like I’ve left Earth and stepped into an entirely new universe—a world where status is determined solely by physical strength.

And I’m at the bottom of this new hierarchy.

“Get inside.” The guard shoves me into my cell and locks the bars behind me.

The concrete box is bleak, tiny, and dirty. A stained sink and toilet, a set of bunk beds, and a barred window make up the entirety of my new home. The echoing sound of shouts and clanging metal filters in through the iron bars at the front, bathing the space in a heavy sense of chaos and danger.

“Back already?” My cellmate stares at me while he lies on the lower bunk.

His name is Rick, and he’s the only person I’ve met since I arrived. Tall, burly, and intimidating, he’s a lifelong veteran of the prison system. He lies in his underwear, displaying his lean, muscular physique and extensive collection of tattoos. The image of a dragon is branded onto his skin, curling up his neck and covering half his face. His shaved head shines in the dim light as he sits up and focuses on me with his intense blue eyes. I feel myself flinch as I meet his gaze.

He leans forward and rests his arms on his knees, causing his tight biceps to flex into fleshy orbs. His physique reminds me of an Olympic swimmer—hard and powerful without being overly bulky. He’s streamlined and fierce, with striated muscular sinews visible beneath his pale skin.

“Y-yeah. Apparently, they’re strict on the visitation time limit.”

“You’re so cute. Just a little baby after his first arrest.” He flashes me a mocking smile. “I can take

care of you though. Just follow Uncle Rick’s lead, and you’ll make it out of here just fine.”

“T-thanks.” I gulp.

I’ve only been here a few days, and Rick hasn’t talked much. I’ve largely kept to myself, but maybe it’s time I start trying to make friends. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to have some allies in a place like this.

“You look like you want to say something.” He stares at me, raising an eyebrow.

“O-oh, um…I was just thinking, maybe we should get to know each other better.”

“What? You think this is like speed dating?” He scoffs. “Are you a queer?”

“N-no!” My voice shakes.

“Hm…that’s a shame.” He lies back down on the bed, and I can’t help but notice the massive bulge in his tight underwear. “So, what do you want to know?”

“Well, what are you doing time for? I got tricked into transporting drugs and weapons across state lines. My college buddies got me to do it for them. I was a fucking idiot.”

“Classic.” He chuckles. “I’ve been arrested more times than I can count. This latest is for breaking and entering. I was raiding houses to get some fast cash. The judge was sick of seeing me, so he really cracked down this time. I’m gonna be here for a long, long time.”“Oh…damn.”

His story actually puts me at ease. At least I’m not sharing a cell with a murderer.

“But not all guys here are like me.” He turns toward me, seeming to read my mind. “You’d better be careful. There are some really bad dudes in this place. If you stick with me though, you’ll be ok.”

“T-thanks, man.” I climb up onto the top bunk and lie down.

“Don’t mention it. I have a soft spot for fish like you.”

“Fish?”

“It means a fresh inmate—somebody new to this world.”

Rick launches into a lesson on prison slang. I feel like I’m back in one of my college classes, but I don’t have anything to take notes on. I’ll have to work hard to memorize all this…

We chat until the guard arrives to escort us to the cafeteria—or “chow hall” as Rick calls it. It’s a wide, overcrowded room with long metal tables arranged in a grid pattern. The concrete walls have been painted with a dirty, institutional green color that does little to brighten the atmosphere. The air is saturated with the smell of overcooked food and the sound of prisoners cursing.

I feel curious eyes lingering on my skin as I follow behind Rick. He might not be as beefy as many of the other inmates, but he’s tall and has a commanding aura. As we move through the cafeteria, I feel like a tiny puppy trailing behind its master.

“I can introduce you to my gang if you want.” Rick looks down at me while we wait in line to get our food.

“You’re in a gang?”

“Yep. It’s the closest thing to a family you’ll get in this place.” He looks out into the crowd and points. “That’s Damien. He’s the one in charge.”

I stare at the tall, muscular man. His tan, chiseled face wears a stern, almost bored expression while he lounges at a table surrounded by other orange-clad inmates. His sleeves are rolled up to show thick, brawny forearms—one of which is coated in tattoos clearly made by an unskilled prison artist. He has cropped brown hair and deep green eyes that scan out over the cafeteria with a sense of ownership. He has a stately, almost refined aura that seems to mask something much more sinister. It’s obvious this is a man who shouldn’t be trifled with. It’s strange, but I feel drawn to him. I can’t help but crave his approval…

“Y-yeah. I’d like to meet him.” My palms sweat as I observe the gang.

“Alright. Just play it cool. Damien has a temper on him, but he’ll treat you well if you show respect.”

We get our food, and Rick leads me over to the group.

“Yoooo! Guys, I found a little fish who wants to meet the crew.” Rick slaps me on the back as we approach Damien’s table. “This is Asher, my new cellmate.”I smile weakly as the men all turn and stare at me with cold, emotionless faces.

“Have a seat,” Damien breaks the awkward silence, moving aside to allow us a space beside him.

I sit at the table, my heart pounding. Each one of these guys is at least twice my size. I don’t belong here…but at some level, I want to. I want to be accepted. I want them to like me.

“So, what’re you in for?” Damien looks down at me with those piercing jade eyes.

“Drug trafficking…”

“Gotcha. Well, you’re in good company. I’m in for multiple charges of theft and assault. Once I get out of this shithole, I’m going back to the street gang I founded.”

“That won’t be for a long time.” A shorter, stocky man cuts in.

“Shut the fuck up, Hudson.” Damien flashes him a dirty look.

Hudson might be shorter than the other guys, but he has an equally intimidating aura. His long black hair is pulled back to reveal a handsome, masculine face set with dark brown eyes and bushy eyebrows. His pecs bulge slightly from his jumpsuit, giving him a tank-like aura.

“I’m in for arms dealing. Been smuggling for years.” Hudson looks at me with a bizarre sense of pride. “And I still have connections. I can even get shit smuggled into the prison. That’s why nobody fucks with us.”

“It’s not all because of you.” The guy beside him cuts in.

He’s younger than the others and seems roughly my same age. Broad-shouldered and fit, he has a much cleaner appearance than his comrades. His blond hair and blue eyes seem to shimmer in the dim fluorescent light, giving him an almost angelic aura. He seems wholly out of place among this gritty group…but as his lips curl into a smile, I detect something sinister. There’s something dark and dangerous bubbling beneath his charming exterior.

“I’m Jack.” He locks his enigmatic gaze into mine. “I got busted for running a drug trafficking ring.

I’d source the goods from international suppliers, then deal at college campuses. Sounds like you’re familiar with my line of work.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I laugh awkwardly.

So, this is the gang—Damien, the career gang boss; Rick, the lifetime street thug; Hudson, the arms smuggler; and Jack, the drug dealer. It’s kinda fucked up, but I feel embarrassed that my crime isn’t more severe. I look like a chump compared to these hardened criminals.

“So, uh, what would it take to join up with you guys?” My voice shakes as I speak.

“You want to join the gang?” Damien raises an eyebrow.

I stare up into his intelligent, commanding eyes. He has a forceful presence that inspires simultaneous respect and fear. There’s something about him that pulls me in…I’m ashamed to admit it, but he’s everything I’ll never be. Strong. Handsome. Confident. I’d do anything to be associated with him. Maybe I could even learn from him and improve myself.“Y-yeah.” I sit up in my seat, trying to display confidence.

“You won’t be useful. You’re too scrawny. Sorry.” He looks down at his food and begins eating.

“W-what?! I can be useful—I promise!” I stare at him with dismay.

“Damien, we could use a bitch. Our last one got released, and I’ve been missing the service,” Rick cuts in.

“B-bitch?!” The word slips from my mouth as I slouch down.

“Hm…” Damien hesitates for a moment. “Alright, Asher. You can join the gang as the group bitch.

You up for that?”

“I-I don’t understand.” My mind begins to reel.

“You’ll be our toy—our fucktoy. You’ll run errands and work our cocks.” His green eyes focus into mine as a wolf-like smile forms on his lips. “I know you’d like it. You give off serious queer vibes.”

“I’m not a queer!”

“Don’t fuck with me.” He leans in and grips my face with one of his powerful hands, forcing me to lock into his intimidating stare.

My heart thunders in my chest as I gaze up at this larger male. There’s a strange smell in the air. It’s something thick and dirty. I think it’s Damien…it’s his sweat.

I stay immobilized as he grips me, my chest heaving as I take in his pungent odor. It’s strange, but with each breath, it becomes less unpleasant. In fact, it almost smells nice. And his hand…it’s so big and strong. I couldn’t get away right now even if I wanted to. This man is in complete control.

I’m definitely straight, but something feels strange about this. I want Damien’s approval, and I’m willing to do anything to get it—even if that means debasing myself.

“A-alright. I’ll do it.” My eyes glaze over as I continue breathing in his natural musk.

“Yeah…that’s right. I can feel you trembling.” He moves his face closer to mine as the other gang members watch on. “But prove it to me. Show everyone that you want it. This can be your homo ‘coming out’ party. Let everyone see what you are.”

“Y-yes…Damien.” My voice is quiet and dreamy.

Something’s happening to me. I can feel my dick growing hard in my jumpsuit. This is so weird. I’ve never felt like this before…but he’s so strong. His authority is overpowering. I need to do what he says.

He releases my face, and I stand, instinctively knowing what he wants me to do.

I fall down onto the hard ground, kneeling before him as he turns around in his seat. His legs sprawl out toward me, and I take one of his feet in my hands. Gradually, the chatter in the cafeteria grows silent. Everyone is looking at me…I can feel hundreds of eyes boring into my skin.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Damien looks set to burst with laughter as he leers down at me.My hands move on their own, pulling off his shoe and removing his sock. His bare, elongated foot sits in my lap, a light dusting of brown hair on the top. It feels like my brain is running on autopilot. I’m doing what Damien wants…I’m showing that I can be loyal.

Carefully, I raise his foot toward my mouth and hesitate, staring at the glistening, sweaty skin. It has that same scent I smelled at the table…but it’s stronger. His natural aroma makes my body relax. It’s beginning to smell so soft and comforting…it’s better than my girlfriend’s perfume.

I lean in and place a loving, innocent kiss on the sole of his dirty foot, displaying absolute subjugation to this powerful man.

“Yeah. Lick it. Lick up and down.”

My pink tongue slips from my lips as I lower toward his foot once more. It makes contact as the metallic taste of sweat causes my mind to spin. His flesh gives off potent fumes that cause me to feel slightly drunk. Part of me knows I should be repulsed by this act…but I’m not.

In fact, my dick is hard as a rock. It’s making a tent in my orange jumpsuit while I lick up and down, relishing in this bizarre act. Everyone in the cafeteria is watching me, but I don’t care. Damien is the only man in the world now.

I move higher and take his toes in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nubs and lapping up the complex flavor. It tastes so good…

“Just like that. That’s perfect.” Damien gazes with a strange mix of amusement and disdain. “Only queers like this shit. You aren’t straight—you’ve been lying to yourself this whole time.

“Mmmmm…” A dirty grunt is my only response.

I can see Damien’s cock growing hard through his orange jumpsuit. It seems he enjoys bringing other men to heel. And why wouldn’t he? He’s a career crime boss…he was born to lead.

And I suppose I was born to follow.

He watches me with those sharp green eyes as a smile forms on his masculine face. Each time my eyes flip up to meet his gaze, I feel my heart flutter. He approves of me…he wants me in his gang.

“D-Damien…” I pull back from his foot. “Please let me join the gang. Please let me be your bitch.”

“Goddamn! You’re a good little boy.” He slips his hand between his legs and rubs the enormous cylinder now visible. “Alright—I’ll allow it.”

“Thank you, sir.” I feel my eyes begin to water as unfamiliar emotions swell within me.

“You see this, everyone? Looks like our crew has found a new bitch. He’s off limits—his pussy belongs to us now,” Damien calls out to the onlookers.

“Not until you’ve collared him!” Someone shouts.

“Collared?!” My voice trembles with confusion.“Yeah, Asher. The ‘Collaring Ceremony’ is the most infamous prison ritual.” Rick steps toward me and crouches down. “It’s how we claim a new bitch. It bonds you to the gang.”

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Hudson—do you have the strap?” Damien looks toward his stocky follower.

“You bet, boss.” He rises and pulls up his pant leg, revealing a band of brown leather tied around his calf.

He unties the strap and tosses it to Damien. The leader rises and steps toward me, staring down as I continue kneeling on the dirty floor.

“If you really want to be our bitch, you have to display obedience at all times. You have to make it publicly known that you’ve been claimed.”

“How do I do that?”

“By wearing this collar. You’ll wear it all day, every day. You may never remove it.” He pulls the leather strap taut in his hands. “Think of it like a wedding ring. You’ll be married to the gang.”

My head is still spinning from inhaling so much of his sweaty scent. I feel so calm and relaxed right now. Damien has a level of confidence that just pulls me in. I want to trust him.

“Alright…I’ll do it.” I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

This is fucked up, but my cock is screaming out with arousal. I need to please these men. I need it more than anything else in the world. I hope my girlfriend never finds out about this. Once I’m out of prison, everything will go back to normal. This is just a temporary thing—I’m sure of it.

“C’mon, guys.” Damien motions to the gang.

Rick, Hudson, and Jack all approach. They fully encircle me as everyone in the cafeteria gathers around, trying to get a good view. It’s absolutely silent—you could hear a pin drop.

“Asher, say it again—what do you want to become?” Damien leers down and speaks with commanding authority.

“I want to become your bitch, sir!”

“Why do you want it? What are you willing to do for the gang?”

“I want it because you’re all so strong…and I’m so weak.” I look up, shifting my gaze from one aggressive gang member to the next. “I’ll do whatever you desire. I’ll do anything just to be close to you guys. I’ll do anything to please you.”

“God, just look at him. His dick is leaking through his jumpsuit.” Jack points at my cock.

I look down and realize he’s right. A dark island of moisture has materialized at the tip. I’m seeping precum for them.

“He’s a natural slut. I can smell it on him.” Hudson inhales deeply, appearing to sense something invisible in the air.“Yeah, he needs this. He was born to serve real men.” Rick folds his arms and smiles.

“You have the approval of the gang.” Damien steps behind me. “Now swear the oath—do you promise to devote your life to the group? Do you swear absolute loyalty and obedience to me? Will you keep these vows even after leaving prison?”

That last line makes me sweat with anxiety. Does this mean I’ll be forever bound to Damien? I’ll never be able to leave his side? I’m sure a guy like him would hunt me down if I ever broke this promise.

This isn’t something to take lightly.

But he makes me feel so weak. I’ve only just met this man, and he’s already pulled me in and claimed me. I need this…I need to obey.

“I do.” My voice rings out in the quiet chamber.

I feel the leather strap slip around my neck as Damien ties it tight.

“Then you’re one of us now. You’re our prison bitch.”

Excited murmurs spread throughout the crowd of onlookers as they witness this perverse wedding.

“T-thank you.” I smile.

“It’s not over yet.” Damien scoffs and steps in front of me. “You need to be branded. You need to be branded with our seed.”

“What?!”

“Queers are naturally drawn toward powerful men. That feeling you experienced when sniffing and licking my feet was only the beginning. Drinking cum will cause you to crave service to more powerful males. Your body will process the semen like a drug, building an addiction that will remain with you for life. This fluid bond will mark you as our property.”

The members don’t wait for a response. Instead, they begin stripping down. My eyes widen as they toss their orange clothes aside, revealing their hulking, sweaty bodies.

Damien’s physique is just as rough and rigid as his face. Like an ancient Greek statue hewn from marble, his muscles are full and rounded with proportions akin to a professional bodybuilder. One of his thick, beefy arms is coated in harsh tattoos depicting guns, knives, and skulls. The violent imagery is a testament to his criminal past. His cock is the real weapon here though. Long and thick, it has an enormous purple vein that runs from the base up to its pink mushroom head. Hanging low and heavy like a rifle, his dick has an almost frightening appearance.

Rick’s body is much leaner, and from this angle, I realize his dragon tattoo curls from his face, down his neck, onto his back, and around one of his legs. I can only imagine the pain tolerance necessary to get something like that branded onto your skin. His cock is thinner than Damien’s, but his massive testicles hang low, giving him a distinctly virile appearance.

Hudson is short and thick. A coat of curly black hair blankets his beefy trunk. He might be stocky, but he’s still intensely muscular and gives off a rough, gritty appearance that reminds me of the men yousee in biker gangs. His dick is wide and girthy, and the shape causes me to shudder. I can only imagine what it feels like for a woman when he breeds…

And Jack, the prison gang golden boy…his young physique is just as radiant as his face. His broad shoulders and narrow waist give him the appearance of a college athlete. This guy wouldn’t be out of place back at my old university. I can imagine girls clinging to him, begging to feel his powerful arms hold them tight. I doubt he’s into cuddling though. His meaty, tan penis already has a bead of precum sliding down the underside. The pink tip of the organ is dilated and hungry. It looks like it’s ready to swallow me whole.

As the gang members surround me, I feel myself shrink down low as I kneel. I feel so tiny and defenseless right now. Each of these men is powerful enough to break every bone in my body, and the prospect of being bound to them horrifies me.

And excites me.

These are real men. These are men who take what they want—and they want me. I’ll do whatever they command. If they wish to brand me as their property, then I’m prepared to accept that. Being desired by men like this is a true honor.

“I’m ready. Make me yours.” I gaze up at them, feeling the makeshift leather collar digging into my skin.

“Beg for it. Beg for it like the dirty animal you are.” Damien grips his dick and begins slapping it against my cheek.

“Woof…?” I instinctively bark like a dog.

“You can do better than that.” Jack grabs me by the throat, his fingers sending a sharp pain deep into my skin.

“Arf! Arf!” I stick out my tongue and begin panting excitedly. “Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“That’s a good dog. That’s a good little bitch.” He releases me, leaving a red imprint of his fingers on my skin.

“It’s ok to touch yourself. We know how good this feels for queers.” Hudson smirks. “Go ahead— show how much you love us.”

I slip my hand between my legs and begin rubbing my cock through my jumpsuit. Deep shockwaves of euphoria race from the rod and up into my abdomen, causing my muscles to relax. With each stroke, I feel my anxiety melting away. I don’t need to worry—real men are in control. I can just shut off my brain and let them make the decisions. Prison life is going to be so simple…it’s going to be so pure.

The men all spit into their hands and begin jacking their cocks while they stare down, watching me touch myself through my clothes. Beyond this initial circle of gangsters, I can see the other inmates getting naked as well, masturbating while they watch this filthy display of ownership.

This is the collaring ceremony.

Everyone in the prison is going to cum while watching me be defiled by these stronger men.And I like that. I want it.

I’m a bitch.

A soft, innocent smile forms on my lips as I gaze up at my masters. The sight of their cocks…it’s triggering something inside my brain. It feels so good to jack off while looking at their big dicks. They’re so strong and potent. They’re so much bigger than mine.

These men deserve worship.

“Woof!” I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. “Woof! Woof!”

“Good boyyyyyy!” Damien laces his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to hold my mouth open beneath their cocks.

“Just relax and drink it all down, Ash. This is what you were born for.” Rick smiles.

Only my closest friends ever call me Ash…but I suppose that’s the case now. This is my newfamily…no, I’m more akin to a pet. I’m the treasured family bitch.

Jack is the first to ejaculate. His brilliant, gleaming cum spurts from the tip of his flawless penis and sends a streak across my cheek. He angles his tip downward and begins depositing the load into my mouth. I stay obediently frozen, allowing him to release everything his body has been holding in.

The act of letting a man cum in my mouth causes sensory overload. Thick, bitter fumes waft up into my nose, causing me to feel dizzy and lightheaded. The scent has a vaguely chemical odor like pool chlorine. The taste though…it’s surreal. It’s hot and slimy with a muted sweet and salty flavor. I roll it over my tongue as he spews, allowing it to stimulate my tastebuds.

“Move over. It’s my turn.” Hudson pushes Jack aside and rests his fat cockhead against my tongue.

A rope of greasy, faintly yellow ooze blasts from his dick and begins mixing with Jack’s pristine ejaculate. I just stare up and obediently let Hudson use me as his cumdumpster. I don’t swallow.

Instead, I allow his bitter cum to pool with Jack’s sweet load, creating a strange cocktail of flavors.

“Grrrg!” I let out a bizarre noise as cum accumulates at the back of my mouth.

“You’re doing a good job, Ash. Just relax and accept this.” Rick moves in and begins cumming as well.

His semen is added to this masculine potion, further escalating the intensity of the flavor and aroma.

And then Damien steps in close, pushing them aside and angling his godly cockhead into my mouth.

“That’s right, Ash. Keep touching yourself. Touch yourself to the taste of alpha male semen. You’re just a weak little queer. Each of our loads contains more testosterone than you’ve got in your entire body. Drink enough of it, and maybe our power will rub off on you.”

He throws his head back and laughs as a thin, watery jet of ooze bursts from his dilated tip and gushes into my open mouth. I stay frozen as my master unloads inside me. He tastes stronger than the others. His cum is so sweet.It’s delicious.

The sublime flavor sends a shiver across my skin as I touch myself. My little cock begins contorting and spraying in my underwear, soiling my clothes with lust. The undulating pleasure causes my eyes to roll back in my head, and I instinctively swallow, taking in the prison gang’s beautiful gift.

The heavy mixture of cum slithers down my throat like a snake. I can feel their body heat being transferred into me as the warm semen drops into my stomach. It hangs heavy in my abdomen as I open my mouth for air. With each gasp, I can still taste their cum on my breath.

Damien keeps cumming, spraying his sperm across my face and matting my hair with his essence. I just stare up at him and smile sheepishly.

“Good boy…good boy,” he whispers.

All around me, I can hear guys in the cafeteria grunting as they cum. Their semen rains onto the floor as they pleasure themselves to the sight of my domestication. I feel honored to be able to bring pleasure to this many men.

“Feels…strange…” I mutter as the room begins to spin.

That’s right, Ash. Feel the power of semen. Feel it festering in your stomach. Your little queer brain is being activated—we’re unlocking your full potential. Your body was designed by nature to respond to this…it was designed to force you to serve more powerful men.”

His words swirl as a bizarre sense of affection wells up within me. My heart flutters as I gaze up at his penis. This feeling…I’ve only ever felt it when I’m around my girlfriend.

I’m in love.

I’m in love with his penis.

I’m in love with his cum.

I reach out and hug Damien’s leg, beginning to hump his calf as my dick continues to spray in my underwear.

“Goddamn! Look at how fucking dirty he is!” Hudson laughs.

“He’s gonna make a great bitch.” Jack smirks.

“Remember, Ash…this is for life. You belong to the gang now. You can never leave.” Damien looks down and smiles at me affectionately while I hump his leg like a filthy beast.

“Yes, masterrrrrr!” I drunkenly slur.

I feel so good…and I still feel good even after my dick stops cumming.

Letting go of Damien’s leg, I fall back and kneel before my new owners, gazing up at them with a sloppy smile strewn across my cum-stained face. As I glance down at the milky island of slime seeping through my soiled jumpsuit, I’m forced to accept a harsh reality—I love men.

“I-I’m a…queer.” The words drip off my tongue as my new family encircles me.“Shhhh…don’t think about it too hard.” Damien strokes my wet hair. “Just turn your brain off and

let us do all the thinking. Be a good boy, and we’ll keep feeding you our cum. That’s what you want, isn’t

it?”

“Yes, Damien.” I lock into his brilliant green eyes. “I belong to you.”

“That’s right.” A loving smile spreads across his harsh face. “You’re mine forever.”

—

“Yeah, Ash. All you gotta do is deliver the chewing tobacco and collect the payment.” Hudson looks at me with an air of annoyance. “And make it quick.”

He thrusts the tobacco into my hands, and I hide it behind my back.

It’s been roughly a week since my filthy collaring ceremony, and I’ve finally started adjusting to prison life. The daily ritual has grown familiar—wake up, have breakfast in the cafeteria, shower, exercise in the prison yard, have lunch, sit in my cell, have dinner, then sit in my cell some more. It’s a monotonous grind, but service to the gang keeps me motivated. It’s strange, but working hard for these guys gives me a sense of purpose and belonging that I’ve never known before.

And they’re happy to take full advantage of my eager attitude.

It isn’t uncommon for the five of us to huddle in the corner of the cafeteria at lunch while I suck their cocks. Cum from the gang is the perfect dessert after a meal, and the complex substance still makes my head spin like it did the first time. In fact, the effect has only grown more intense. With each passing day, I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into my role as the prison bitch. Just like I promised, I never take my leather collar off. It’s a public symbol of my status beneath real men.

Today though, I’ve received a rare opportunity to please Hudson. He’s smuggled in some tobacco and needs me to deliver the goods to a rival gang and collect payment. As I walk across the cafeteria during breakfast, I feel my heart pounding. There’s something ironic about becoming a drug mule again ehind bars, but if this is what the gang wants, then I’m willing to do it. Being used by men is becoming a recurring theme in my life…

“H-hey.” I tap on the shoulder of the rival gang member as he sits eating breakfast.

The burly, bearded man whirls around and scowls at me with angry eyes.

“I-I brought what you ordered.” I hold out the tobacco.

His harsh expression softens as he takes the illicit item and reaches beneath his seat. He grabs several packs of dried instant ramen noodles and hands them to me.

While I walk back toward Hudson, I muse at the strange status instant ramen has in the prison system. Cash is banned here, so these packs of noodles have become the de facto currency. Whenever my girlfriend deposits money into my commissary account, I immediately use it to buy ramen and give the packets to Damien. It’s the most tangible form of wealth transfer possible behind bars, and it’s a symbol of dedication to my alpha male.

“It’s done.” I return to Hudson and hand him the ramen packs.“Nice. Great job, Ash.” He smiles and pats me on the back.

“Yeah, man. I’ve been impressed with how hard you’ve been working.” Jack lounges at our breakfast table.

“Yep. You’re doing good work.” Damien nods in my direction. “At this rate, we’re gonna become the richest gang here.”

My heart soars at their praise. Maybe becoming a drug mule isn’t such a bad thing. Damien deserves to be the richest man in this underground economy, and I’ll do whatever I can to help him get there. Standing by his side and being valuable to him…it’s an intoxicating feeling.

“Time to hit the showers.” Rick hops from his seat. “Let’s go.”

I follow my owners down a dirty, bleak corridor toward the shower room. The sound of running water echoes off the concrete walls as we approach and disrobe. The showers have no stalls or curtains for privacy—only a row of showerheads on the wall. The closest thing I have to privacy in here is the steam shrouding my body, but it doesn’t do much.

Despite being collared by the gang, I still feel the eyes of other men on my slender body whenever I strip down nude. My frame is so much smaller than the other inmates here, and I get the vibe it reminds them of the women they used to fuck. It’s a simultaneously flattering and unsettling feeling.

“Hey babe.” An older man with a deep scar across his face steps behind me and slaps my ass while I enter the shower.

“Back off, asshole.” Damien steps in and puts a heavy arm around my shoulders, pulling me in

against his naked body. “This one’s mine.”

“Y-yeah. Sorry, Damien.” The man lowers his eyes and scurries away.

I feel a rush of gratitude as Damien leads me over to the shower heads. As water runs down my body, I can’t help but notice my gang members eyeing me. The act is mutual though. My eyes linger as the liquid runs down their tight, muscular physiques. Each guy has a rugged, unique build, and I feel so tiny standing here beside them.

I’m tiny in more ways than one.

My little dick grows hard each day in the shower. It’s impossible to hold back an erection while being this close to my naked, bonded alpha males. They often get hard around me too, and the contrast between our reproductive organs is striking. My cock is pale and thin, while theirs are dark and wide. It’s perhaps the most obvious sign of our biological differences. I have the dainty cock of a sissy, while they have the vascular cocks of real men.

I pick up the soap as my inflated dick sways like a blade of grass on a windy day. While I lather up, the bar pops from my hand and lands on the ground with a loud clattering noise.

My heart skips a beat and I freeze up. I’ve heard enough prison stories to know what comes next.

“Relax, bro.” Jack slaps me on the back. “This isn’t some sort of porno. Pick up your soap.”“Y-yeah…” I let out an awkward chuckle, bending down while they all examine my exposed asshole.

But nothing happens, and I resume my shower. Ever since I got here, I’ve felt a level of vulnerability I’ve never experienced before. Things are improving though. The more time I spend around these men, the more comfortable I become. They’re protecting me.

They’re protecting their property.

“Yo, Ash!” Damien calls out. “Work my muscles.”

“Yes, sir.” I move in close and begin spreading soap foam up and down his ripped back.

Washing the gang members has become something of a ritual. Near the end of our showers, I always take time to give them each a heavy massage. It’s a sort of deeply intimate body worship that makes us all feel good. Damien is always my favorite. Even now, I feel myself getting a bit giddy as my fingers run over the thick bands of muscle on his back.

He turns around and presents his chest, and I begin running my palms up and down his pecs, staring with glazed eyes at his dark brown nipples. There’s something so emasculating about admiring another guy’s chest like this…but I like it. It feels good to give these men the attention they deserve.

Slowly, I lean in and place a delicate kiss between Damien’s pecs.

“Yeah…good little bitch.” He strokes my hair. “Our cum is working its magic on your tiny homo brain. You can feel the addiction taking hold, can’t you?”

“Mmmhmm,” I grunt and look up into his beautiful green eyes.

“Hey, Damien—don’t hog the bitch! Give us a turn!” Jack shouts.

Damien laughs and rinses off as I proceed with my ritualistic massages. My hands knead in and out of each gang member, savoring the unique features of their bodies. Our cocks are all so hard right now.

This is such a deep form of male bonding.

Unfortunately, our shower sessions never last as long as I’d like, and we have to exit and dry off before our scheduled time in the prison yard.

Once we’re dressed, we’re herded through the halls like cattle toward the outdoor space in the center of the prison complex.

Each time I enter, I’m hit with a wave of sensory stimulation. The hot sun shines down past the soaring concrete walls and watchtowers, bathing the expansive yard in its heat. To my left, the sound of a basketball smacking against concrete echoes while inmates compete. To my right, a group of men are lifting weights, emitting loud grunts as the metal barbells land against the hard pavement. Directly in front of me, a group stands in a circle, watching and cheering as two prisoners shout and look set to fight.

“This way.” Damien leads me toward the weights.

I watch as the guys all strip down to their underwear, allowing the hot sunlight to sink into their flesh. Damien smirks as he catches me eying the thick snake between his legs, and I feel my cheeks flush.I’ve never been much of a weightlifter, and I think I’d prefer to just watch the guys. None of them bother asking me to join in, so I think it’s expected that the bitch just stays on the sidelines.

“Ash—rack our weights and get us water,” Hudson calls out as he lifts a heavy set of dumbbells.

“Yes, sir!” I trot over to the water cooler and begin filling cups.

I return and pass them out like a good water boy. I then proceed to place their weights back on the rack once they’ve finished. It takes both hands for me to lift the dumbbells, and I still struggle to move them. It’s incredible that the guys are able to lift this much weight.

But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Standing in their underwear and pumping iron, their muscles repeatedly tighten and relax, showing off their masculine strength. Thick veins bulge from their tattooed skin each time they lift, forcing my cock to pulse with longing. Their skin gradually becomes drenched in sweat, causing the sunlight to reflect and further accentuate their musculature. Something about this public display of strength causes my knees to wobble. I feel my brain turn off and I enter that same sort of dreamlike trance I felt during my collaring ceremony.

I move forward and place my fingers atop Damien’s dense, rounded bicep as he curls. His tan skin is so soft, slick, and warm…

“You like that, Ash? You like feeling a straight man’s muscles?” He chuckles under his breath.

“Yes, sir. I can’t believe how hard it feels.” My eyes stay transfixed on the beautiful shape as it

flexes in and out with a hypnotic rhythm.

Up. Down. Up. Down. With each pump, I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into that trance.

It’s like I’m in the ocean, struggling to stay above the water. The waves just keep coming, and I slowly sink beneath the surface, drowning in masculine energy.

“Go ahead—kiss it,” Rick calls out as he watches.

A thin sheen of oily sweat glitters atop Damien’s tan skin as I lean in. My lips make contact with his fiery flesh as my tongue lightly laps at the perspiration. It has a metallic, alluring flavor. I can’t get enough.

I extend my tongue and begin licking up and down the muscle, shamelessly worshiping his body while other inmates stop and point. I can hear their amused laughter, but I don’t care. Damien needs to be admired. He needs to be praised like the god he is.

“Just like that. Feel my sweat activating your homo instincts. Let yourself go deeper down this rabbit hole for me.” He keeps lifting, and I keep licking.

“Do you think it’s time to take the next step?” Jack asks. “He’s progressing a lot faster than our last bitch.”

“Yeah, I think he’s ready to begin breeding.” Damien looks down at me and smiles affectionately.

“B-breeding?!” I pull back and stare up at him with wide eyes.“Yep. You know how good it feels when you drink our semen? You know how happy and warm it makes you feel? That’s only the tip of the iceberg. There’s a whole new threshold of pleasure waiting for you once you start taking cum anally.”

“I-I’m not sure about that.” I step backward, feeling myself sweat with anxiety.

“Don’t worry, Ash. It’s natural for guys like you to take cock in your ass. You see, the walls of your intestines are absorbent. This allows the hormones and pheromones in our cum to directly enter your bloodstream…it allows the chemicals to directly enter your brain.”

“My brain…?” I start to feel a bit woozy. It’s so hot out here, and my cock is growing so horny…

“Yeah. It takes your addiction deeper. It’ll make you physically dependent on the gang.” He sets down his weights. “And even better yet, your prostate is located along the walls of your anus. When you get fucked, you’ll start to feel really good. Your body is designed by nature for this. You’re a hole and a tool for real men. Giving yourself to us is your destiny.”

“You’ve always been a weak queer—hell, that’s why you got arrested in the first place,” Rick cuts in. “It’s inevitable that you’d end up in a place like this. It’s inevitable that stronger men would take you in and begin to use you.”

“It’s true. We learn about homos like you out on the streets. We love breeding queers when we can’t get quick access to pussy.” Hudson smiles and steps in close.

“They say the more you get fucked, the better it feels…you could end up with your very own boypussy.” Jack looks down at me with his sparkling blue eyes.

“Boypussy…?” My voice grows soft and dreamy.

My legs quiver and I feel myself slowly sink down onto the hot concrete. I look up at these hulking, sweaty men as my hardened cock twitches with thirst. Their words sound so foreign and perverse…but deep down, I know they’re true. Everything they’ve been making me do has been a form of training.

They’ve been slowly teaching me the truth of this world. They’ve been nurturing my queer instincts and guiding me toward this moment.

I need this.

I need to breed with men.

“Yes…master.” I glance around at all of them. “Masters…”

“He’s ready.” Damien smirks. “Let’s begin the process.”

“Stand up,” Rick commands.

I obey, rising as he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. The hot sun burns into my pale skin as Jake moves in and pulls my pants down. I kick off my shoes and remove my socks. Standing before them in my underwear, my thin little cock pokes up beneath the fabric. There’s already a moist dot of precum seeping through from the tip. Other inmates step in and begin watching the spectacle unfold. I can hear them cracking jokes, but I just focus on my owners. They’re the only guys here who matter.

Hudson slips his rough fingers into my waistband, pulling my underwear off and allowing my little cock to bounce free. The tip glimmers in the sunlight, and I can feel myself blushing. Up in the watchtowers, I notice the prison guards staring. Everyone is about to see me be deflowered. They’ll see me surrender my anal virginity.

“Get down on the ground.” Damien begins rubbing his bulge through his underwear.

I fall to my hands and knees, the rough pavement causing pain to burn on my skin. I don’t mind though. The sexual arousal pulsing through my body is too extreme. I’m too focused on performing for my owners.

Wearing nothing but my leather collar, I look up at my masters. Their cocks grow to full length as they rub their bulges, and it isn’t long before they’ve stripped nude as well.

“Woof! Woof!” I automatically bark and arch my back as their cocks come into view.

Everyone in the prison yard has now stopped to come over and watch this scene progress. I bet every guy here wishes they could be Damien. He’s the leader of the pack. He’s the king of this underworld.

“Turn around for me. Show me that tight, pretty hole.” He spits into his palm and begins working his penis.

I move in a circle and arch my back like a slutty porn model. Reaching back with one hand, I spread my cheeks to reveal my delicate, pink entrance. This is the first time my ass has ever seen the sunlight, and the warm sensation fills me with a sense of serenity.

“Damn. That’s so tiny and tight.” Damien kneels down beside me.

He spits into his palm again and swipes his hand up my asscrack, smearing my opening with saliva.

The jarring movement causes my hole to pucker and my hips to thrust forward. I move back and try to relax, marveling at the extreme sensitivity of my hole. Damien must be right…it’s incredible how sensitive my ass is. Maybe homos like me really are supposed to have boypussies…

“At the start of each new breeding session, it’s important to proceed slowly. Your body has to be physically seduced and relaxed. It’s like unlocking a door—you’ve gotta be opened up.” He gently runs his fingertips in a circular motion around my asshole.

“Mmmm…” I let out a strange, pleading whimper. I want my master to open me up. I want him to open my pussy.

He lets out a quiet laugh before applying pressure to his fingertip. The delicate bliss I’ve been

experiencing rapidly morphs into a burning pain as his digit slips inside me. I pull forward slightly and wince as my muscles tighten.

“Shhhh…just relax.” Jack kneels beside me and begins petting my hair. “It’s ok, boy. We’ll keep you safe.”The pain in my ass escalates until Damien has fully pressed in to his knuckle. Once his pressure stops, there’s a brief pause where my hole just clamps down around his finger.

But as he begins extracting, the pain resumes. He repeats this act, fingering my ass while my eyes begin to water with discomfort.

My body begins to acclimate though, and with each insertion, the pain diminishes until there’s nothing left but a delicate filling feeling.

“Woof!” I begin panting and leaning back onto his finger.

“Perfect. You’re ready to try two now.”

He pulls out before reinserting two fingers this time. The pain returns and the process repeats. Bit by bit, he teaches my asshole to accept him. He’s eventually able to perform a scissoring motion with his fingertips, opening my hole and allowing the warm outdoor air to caress my bowels.

“Damn! I can’t wait to feel that wrapped around my cock.” Hudson stares into the void of my gaping ass.

“You’ll have to wait your turn.” Damien gives my asscheek a slap.

“Arf!”

“You’re ready, boy. You’re ready to mate with your man.” Damien props himself up on one knee and places his pink, inflamed cockhead against my entrance. “Just relax and focus on how good it feels to make another man happy.”

My virgin orifice strains as the wide, bulbous head of his penis begins its advance. There’s a moment of resistance before I consciously relax my hole and feel his tip slip inside. It pops in with ease, and I feel my rim automatically close around it, naturally suctioning against his cockhead.

“Fuck yeah! Nice and warm.” Damien grips my asscheeks so hard they begin to turn red.

I look up and realize most of the inmates are touching themselves. I even see a few guards massaging their swollen bulges. It makes me happy to know I’m being put on display. I’m like a trophy for Damien. He can use me to demonstrate his authority to the other prisoners.

His pressure amplifies, and I feel his dick beginning to sink inside me. A deep, intimate pain radiates from my core as he irreverently sheathes to his balls.

“Arrrrgggghhhh!” I cry out.

“Don’t worry. You’re ok.” Jack strokes my cheek.

Damien mimics the same process he used with his finger, slowly extracting his mammoth penis before reinserting. Each time, the discomfort lessens until I begin to feel something else. There are two sensations at work here—a stretching around my rim, and a warm, sexual pleasure further inside. They both work in tandem to create an overpowering experience that causes all thoughts to empty from my mind. My eyes grow glassy and unfocused, and I feel a thin trail of drool beginning to seep down onto my chin.This feeling in my ass…I’ve never experienced anything like it before. It’s fuzzy and unfocused, but it grows stronger with each pump of his cock. This must be the feeling of a prostate massage. It’s reminiscent of when I jack off, but I have zero control over it. It’s a pleasure that’s fully dependent on Damien. My thirst for even greater intensity causes me to start leaning into his thrusts and sitting back on his cock. My body is moving by itself…everything that’s happening right now is so natural and pure.

This is the act of an alpha breeding his queer.

“Yeaaaaaah! Sit on that cock! Sit on it like the fucking cockslut you were born to be!” Hudson calls out as he feverishly jacks his dick.

“Awoooooo!” I howl up at the sky in a display of euphoric passion.

My virginity is being peeled away one penis pump at a time, and it feels absolutely divine. I’m owned! I’m property! I’m pleasing men!

Damien’s pace accelerates, causing my body to jolt forward with each thrust. My hair bounces against my forehead as he ravages me, building into a rough, frenzied fuck. I realize it’s probably been ages since these men have fucked a woman—or even a prison bitch. I’m providing them with a sense of relief that they desperately need…and that fills me with pride.

In. Out. In. Out. His pace picks up until he pushes in to his balls. I feel an undulating quiver against my rim, and I realize he’s started the process of insemination. I stay motionless on my hands and knees, my brain completely switched off as his genes are inserted into the deepest reaches of my body. I know I’ll never be the same after this. I’m becoming bonded to these men at the most primal level possible.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

A squishy noise rings through the air as my audience of prison inmates begins whipping out their cocks and masturbating to the live porn show before them. I’m becoming a prison porn star!

Damien’s legs quiver as he squeezes his final droplets inside me. He pulls back, allowing his dick to fling up against his abs, sending a shower of cum droplets raining onto my lower back.

“Fucking beautiful.” He gives my ass a playful squeeze. “Great job, Ash. You’re a perfect hole.”

“Woof! Woof!” I wag my gaping asshole excitedly.

“Move over.” Hudson pushes him aside and grips my waist, forcefully shoving his cock inside my body.

He doesn’t bother to lube himself, but he doesn’t need to. Damien’s residual saliva and his huge load are more than sufficient to keep my ass wet. Hudson’s short, fat dick spreads my ass wide, causing me to feel stretched to the point of tearing in half. I just gaze up at the sky, a silly smile plastered on my face as the sensation washes over me. I feel…so…gooooooooooood!

“Yeah, little bitch! Take this cock! Take this rifle in your asshole!” He pumps hard and aggressively, causing my body to tremble with adrenaline.He fucks and fucks, but he doesn’t last long. Sheathing to his base, he begins aggressively cumming, adding his seed to the growing seminal cocktail in my ass.

Rick is next. His long cock probes me deeply, and I realize each guy’s dick has its own distinct

feeling. It’s like every penis has a unique personality. Each one creates a different sort of stretching sensation, but they all cause that fuzzy warmth inside me to continue building.

“C’mon, Ash. Close your hole for me. Make me feel good.” Rick runs his hands down my back as he slowly fucks.

I obey his command, squeezing my sphincter and trying my best to satisfy him.

And I succeed.

His sperm begin swimming up my bowels as he blows his load, and I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me.

“Time for a proper breeding.” Jack moves in. “Don’t worry, Ash. I’m a lover. These guys will fuck you, but I’ll make love.”

As Jack gets into position, I can’t help but wonder how many college sluts he’s mounted and bred.

Now, he can add me to that list. I’m just another of his conquests. He’s like a stud at a ranch, and I’m his mare. I exist to absorb his semen.

His tan penis enters my ass as an excited chill runs over my skin. Once fully inside, he collapses atop me, pressing his powerful pecs into my shoulder blades. His muscular arms wrap around my core, locking me into a dirty, sweaty hug as he begins to fuck like a dog in heat.

“Woof! Woof!” I cry out while my eyes roll with euphoria.

We’re like filthy beasts. All the weightlifting must’ve gotten his testosterone pumping—he fucks like an animal.

“Break that little queer!”

“Show him who’s boss!”

“Force him to worship you with his ass!”

My audience cheers and hurls filthy, aroused commentary as I’m bred. I barely register them though. All I can focus on is this building happiness in my abdomen. It’s grown so intense…I can feel it spreading across my body, coating me in its soothing warmth.

And then I feel something strange.

My asshole clamps down and my cock begins to tremble. The base of my dick starts pulsating as I look down between my legs, staring in shock as cum erupts from the tip.

It rains onto the concrete as my vision goes blurry and my entire body trembles in Jack’s arms. This isn’t a normal orgasm…no, this is a hands-free orgasm that’s been given to me as a gift. This is a gift from my alpha pack.It’s like an electric current is racing from my dick, up into my chest, and then out into my limbs. It feels like my body is growing detached from my brain. I can’t even think anymore. I don’t even remember my own name. I’m just a being of pure pleasure.

I’m just a hole.

My homo cum continues to squirt out as Jack pushes in hard and begins unloading his sperm. My ass catches his beautiful cum so that it can be assimilated into my body. Meanwhile, my useless semen just gets dumped onto the dirty prison pavement. My gang’s semen has a purpose—to breed women and condition homos. My semen is nothing more than a tribute to show men my devotion.

“B-b-boypussyyyyyyyyyy!” The word escapes my lips as my mind spirals.

“Yeaaaaah! You have a pussy now!” Damien shouts. “And it belongs to us! We’ve got a prison boypussy!”

“Urrrrgggghhhh!” I let out a euphoric groan.

I feel so happy. I’ve become a bitch! I want to keep training my new pussy so that I can continue making them happy! That’s all I care about anymore.

My cock runs dry shortly before Jack extracts himself. I collapse onto the hot pavement, staring up at the sky while my chest heaves with exhaustion.

Beneath me, I can feel cum dribbling from my ass. I make a conscious attempt to close my hole, eager to keep as much of their precious seed inside as possible. Already, I can feel a sense of calming docility washing over me. Is it the effect of the hormones in their semen, or is it just a post-orgasm high?

It’s impossible to know for certain.

“Go ahead and tell your girlfriend about this.” Damien crouches down beside me. “Tell her what a good boy you’ve become.”

“Master…” I look up into his beautiful, shimmering jade eyes.

“You’ve become such a good, obedient little boy, Ash.” He laces his fingers into my hair as a look of approval washes over his face. “I’m proud of you.”

My heart soars at his words. I know this is only the beginning of my journey by his side. When I was collared by the prison gang, I swore a lifetime oath. I promised to remain forever loyal, even once we’ve all escaped this place.

With each passing day, I’ll only grow more dependent on their cum. I’ll grow more dependent on the comforting satisfaction of service to alpha males. I’ll never be able to leave these men—and I’ll never want to. I’m a boytoy, and they’ve opened my eyes to my true purpose.

I was born to serve cock.

I was born to worship masculinity.

I’ve been tamed.