Gay Erotic Stories

Everyone in the shower knew what was about to go down, even the guard. The only person that didn't know was James Freeman. Freeman was about to become a prison rape victim. 24-year-old Freeman thought he was too masculine to ever be on the receiving end of a rape, he had often been on the other side. Freeman had been in the correctional system three times. None of the cons had ever tried anything, Freeman felt safe, and secure. All of that was about to change.

Jake White walked in the shower. Jake's power and status showed in his proud walk. Jake stopped by the guard and looked around at the mass of male backs and asses. He spotted Freeman and eyed the ass he was about to tape. 'Not too bad,' Jake thought. Jake didn't care about Freeman's shaved head or goatee; the plump butt was what it was all about.

All the men in the shower could eventually get a chance, but Jake's position gave him first up. Freeman continued his shower; he had no idea of the amount of dick that soon would be entering his body. Different sizes of cock would be fucking his ass in a short time.

The first cock would be the worst. Jakes piece was beer can thick, around 8 inches long. It would soon be the cause of the worst pain Freeman had ever felt.

Jake stood by the guard a few seconds, watching the victim shower, Jake caught a view of Freeman's asscrack as Freeman bent to wash his feet.

The other con's in the shower glanced around, waiting to assist. They had no concern about what they were about to do, only glad that it wasn't them it was to be done too.

Call it sixth sense, call it intuition, Freeman felt that something about to come down. He turned to look behind him, a split second before he found himself being shoved against the tile wall. Freeman felt strong, rough hands grabbing hold of his body. His legs were pulled apart and spread wide, hands held his arms against the wall. A hand grabbed his privates, squeezing his dick and balls in a big fist.

The guard watched as Freeman had been put in position. The guard could care less about what was happening, plus he had been paid to keep silent. And if the guard was honest, it kind of turned him on watching these frequent rapes.

Jake stood back as his men got the about to be punk in a fucking position. Freeman knew what was about to be done to him, he had done this to others, he had never thought it would happen to him. The hand around his equipment had him racked up bad, but he still managed to plead and pray.

Freeman knew the prison code, once he was raped; he became a chicken, a hen. Never could he escape it, it would follow him forever, even to the free world. He would never be a real man again; he would be reduced to a punk. His days and nights would be spent satisfying the needs of con's.

Jake wrapped his towel around Freeman's neck. Jake said, "Well, well, don't you have a sweet ass, nice and round and plump. You ever had a dick shoved in it? "

Jake tightened the towel and grabbed a hold of his huge log... "That's right sweet cheeks, say your prayers!"

Jake didn't bother with lube, there was enough precum on his dick to get inside, plus Jake really liked to inflict pain. His thick cock always hurt his victims, he just liked to feeling of watching just how much pain his slab of meat could cause.

As Jake walked up to Freeman, hands spread Freeman's asscheeks as far apart as they would go. Freeman couldn't think of anything but how bad this was going to hurt.

Jake grabbed Freeman's head, tilting it back.... "Here you go fuck boy, daddy's dick!"

Freeman's screams filled the shower as the big cock inched inside his shithole stretching it wider and wider...the dick was hard as steel and made its own pathway.

Everyone was looking at the scene, even the now grinning guard. Freeman felt as if his asshole was being torn...his face was screwed up in a total mask of pure pain. Jake's big muscled body levered against Freeman's as the dick slowly filled Freeman's guts.

Jake started fucking, Jake called Freeman every kind of name he could think of, bitch, ho, punk, faggot, fuck boy, he describe what fucking Freeman felt like, he described what the hot fuck chute was like...he was destroying Freeman with his actions and words.

His body thudded into Freeman's, over and over... He grabbed Freeman's head again, and said, "Now, daddy's gonna cream, bitch... "

Jake shuddered as he pumped cum as deep as he could... Freeman could feel the hot fluid as it filled his shitter.

Jake pulled out and shoved Freeman to the hard floor. Immediately Freeman found another con mounting him... Freeman's tears mixed with the showers water as he was raped over and over and over. His asshole no longer attempted to close, a variety of cum poured from the well-fucked hole.

Jake finished his shower as his underlings took their turns with the new punk. As Jake left, Freeman laid unconscious on the floor. Jake left two of his men behind. Others would be hitting the showers; Jake wanted to make sure they paid if they fucked the new chicken.

Jake would either sell Freeman to another gang, or reward one of his men with the punk. Jake only liked them once, after that he had no need for used punk cunt--new men came into the system 6 days a week. There was always a fresh piece to be had.