The Prison Cuck (Ch. 2 is posted)

PREFACE

I will begin by saying that first, this is not a true story, and that second, it might not be a great read for anyone who has had traumatic experiences while incarcerated. For most of you, I hope this should be a quite enjoyable read.

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CHAPTER 1: Going in

It was the 5th of March and my day to be processed at the Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) in Talladega, AL. The guards had us lined up against a pale concrete wall when it was announced that we were to drop our pants and await further inspection. How embarassing... I was one of four men who were white out of 35. The rest of them were almost all African Americans. I couldn't believe it. There I was with nothing but the putrid air surrounding us between everyone else and what god had graced, or rather joked, me with upon my birth. I had heard the rumors of Black men being bigger on average, but I had always assumed that it was more of an exaggeration. I could not have been more wrong than I was that day.

After a gauntlet of humiliating tasks, which I see no need in divulging, I followed the tasks and orders which were finally about to lead me to my cell so that I could get some rest from this horrifying ordeal.

As I walked the hall, I almost knew what to expect from watching so much television as I have. "FRESH MEAT!!," one scruffy man screamed looking me in the eyes as he did so. I could hear some of the other men taking bets as to whether or not I would wind up being someone's bitch. The worst part of it was when no one would bet that I wouldn't.

The guard stopped at an open cell, and I walked in. Finally, the worst part was over... or so I thought.

I could tell that the man on the top bunk was black with his arm hanging off the edge of the bunk. I didn't think a whole lot of this since I have worked with a lot of black men from the time I worked in restaurants at an early age to when I served in the military later on. I have always been a good people person, and I set out to look forward to making acquaintances with my new friend. Then, the guard walked away, saying as he went, "Welcome home."

I figured that my best bet was to slip into the empty bottom bunk and start making my bed without trying to initiate conversation. My room-mate on the top bunk didn't say anything off the bat, so I continued to put my sheets on my pillow and then my mattress.

"Where you from," he said in a voice as low as any I'd ever heard.

"Birmingham," I said while trying to remove any hint of fear from voice.

"What you in fo?"

"Well, cultivation of Marijuana," I said. I didn't want him to know just yet that I was only growing for personal use. I had hoped that if he thought I was in cahoots with an operation, I might be safer than otherwise.

"Oh, OK. Who you workin fo on the outside?" He asked.

At this point, I knew I didn't have answer that would mean anything to him, so I finally just told him the truth. "I was just growing for my own use."

"Is that so?" he asks. "So, you 'aint affiliated with anyone bigtime?"

"Nope. Just me."

"Oh, OK."

Everything was quiet for a while, and I thought I was in the clear to get some rest when he jumped down from the top bunk.

"So, how'd you get busted?" he inquired.

"One of my buddies turned me in on account of he got caught with a bag of my grow," I said with a nervous tone.

After I answered this final question, he was leaning up against the rail of the bunk. He had worked his buttons to release his dick which hung far lower than mine would have if I had taken the same action.

He started creeping further, I knew what was about to happen. I didn't want it to happen, but I knew there was nothing I could do.

He said, "You know you about to suck my dick, right?"

There was nothing I could do. short of getting the life beaten out of me. He must have been 6' 3" 245 lbs all muscle. I thought about it as long as I had the chance to until the head of his dick was touching my lips.

"Suck on it you fuckin' punk!"

I did. Without any other option, I did what I had to for survival. There was only one problem though. I kind of liked it.

I was amazed at the size of this dick in my mouth, and it was impossible to get the lips of my mouth too much further than the point of its head. It was so big!

I spent a few minutes licking and sucking on his dick, and was actually getting into it, when he started moving differently. He put his hand on the back of my head and started thrusting his dick to the back of my throat... with each thrust pumping loads and loads of his cum.

I was amazed. First of all, I just got mouth raped by this guy, and second, I actually kind of enjoyed it. Oh no!

I am into it, true or not. I have always like the thought of no way out. Please continue.
ShortSupply

MORE PLEASE MORE....

is that cuckolding?!!

Probably his fiancéé will be soon requested to satisfie the big man, to save him from the terrible punitions?

Only for those who have given up on the "this is in no way about gay sex" pretense

Chapter 2: The Girlfriend

My cell mate and I got along fairly normally until they turned the lights out... well, it went ok then too. He said as long as I sucked him off every night and did a good job at it, he didn't see the need in raping my asshole too. I thanked him every time he reminded me about it because his dick was sooo big, I didn't see any way it would fit without sending me to the infirmary with an embarrassing injury.

It was shortly after lunch when me and Deon, my cell mate, were playing some cards in our 'humble abode' when the mail cart came by.

"Charles Dunlap," the mail guy said as he got to the cell.

"That'd be me," I said. He threw me an envelope with an address that I recognized as having been written in by my girlfriend, Kelly.

"Watchu got dare?" asked Deon.

I realized the significance of him finding about her. He gets out six months before I do, and I did NOT want him to know anything about my family. It was bad enough that I swallow his would-be children every night and wake up with lock-jaw every morning.

"Oh, just a letter from a friend," I casually responded. He immediately grabbed the envelope from me and began opening it.

I reach forward to try and grab it back. He simply held it out further and gave me a look that told me the letter was no longer mine to keep.

He unfolded the letter and began to read. "Uh hu! A friend hu?"

Then, he started to read the letter out loud:

"Dear Chuck, I am so sorry for what has happened that wound up getting you into prison. It is such bullshit that you got more time because you grew your own pot instead of handing your money over to the dealers who also sell the shit that really messes people up, like coke and all that other crap. I just want you to know that I love you with all of my heart. I promise to be here for you until you get out, and then I hope we can finally get married like we talked about so many times. I don't care if you smoke pot sometimes, and I think it was incredibly honorable of you to grow your own rather than to strengthen the real criminals' wallets. Oh yeah, I got to thinking that it might be a while before you get to see me naked again, and then I had an idea. I've enclosed a nudy pic that I took with that camera we got on our trip to las vegas. I thought maybe it would help you... relieve yourself when you get the chance to.

I love you Baby! Hang in there!
<3 Kelly"

After reading the letter, Deon reached into the envelope and pulled the picture out. I instinctually tried to swipe it from him, but he just turned his back to me and began making deep groaning noises.

"You lied to me you punk ass bitch!" Deon angrily exlaimed. "Now yo ass is gonna pay." He started moving closer to me with a look in his eyes that I hadn't seen yet...

Right then, the guard walked by. Out of his prison instinct, Deon casually took a seat on my bunk and pretending like he was reading the mail. The guard kept going.

He leaned forward enough to get ahold of me and slung me down onto the bed.

SLAP!! Right across my face. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKIN' LIE TO ME AGAIN YOU SISSY ASS FAGOT!!"

"I'm sorry," I whimpered. "It's just that, well, I love her so much, and I, well..."

I heard his buttons coming undone on his fly as he reached out and grabbed me by my hair. Before I knew it, he had me facing his mammoth cock and almost had it to my lips already.

Just then he reached over and grabbed the picture of Kelly. He held it above the base of his dick as he pushed my head further to him till my lips were sliding down it. All I could do as this newly familiar dick found it's usually point of entry is to stare at my beautiful Kelly. She had taken the picture her self with that sweet smile cocked to the side and did a perfect job of getting both of her gorgeous perky tits in the frame.

As I stared, I started getting more and more aroused until I realized I was really getting into sucking Deon's big black cock. Then Deon started messing with my head.

"Just think about that blond bitch all up on that dick you suckin."

I couldn't help it, I started thinking, for the first time, about not just another man fucking Kelly, but Deon fucking her. It was right at this point that I noticed how hard I was. I whipped my dick out and wrapped my hand around it. I couldn't remember a time when I was ever that hard.

At that point too, I started to really focus, for some reason, on Deon's dick. I sucked it like never before. Back and forth over its head... pulling out and kissing down the base of his shaft... then, he started moving like always does right before he's about to blow his load. I opened my eyes and stared into my lovely kelly's eyes as he started unloading his white ammunition into my mouth, thrust by thrust. At the same time, I started cumming too for the first time in weeks.

I leaned back in my bunk while casually packing my little piece of manhood and still tasting Deon as I swallowed one last time. All I could think of was Kelly and how much I missed her. Surprisingly, I was totally at ease with myself and my situation. I drifted off peacefully...

wouldn't this make for one great porn?

Like where this ones going....

Fuck , his faggot ass, then a gang bang on the bitch mmmmm wish it was me.

He should receive some periodic visits by his girlfriends and would have the righth to have sex together for a two hours. But this big black bull is a chief of a gang of prisoners and pretend to be let alone with her. She is slim, busty and very fine and...

(Sorry for my english)

Well done.

vivement la suite

want to find more stories like this

more please

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...never thought to be possible to have sex with a black like him: ugly, older and so unfriendly. When she reached the room to meet with her boyfriend, she was surprise by the presence of the man, standing beside him: tall, quite nude, without wearing anything than a pair of slip which make her have a unvolontary watch at the enormous crotch.