There is something particularly humiliating about being arrested covered in cum, piss, and surrounded by big black men, especially when you were once a very well-off businessman with a simple insertion fetish. My whole private life had been exposed in a day, and it affected my professional life a great deal. My face was plastered all over the news for weeks. Obviously they weren't flashing my cum covered naked ass on the nightly news, but plenty of pictures surfaced on the Internet and were making their rounds. It was a huge scandal. I went from rich, respected entrepreneur to public humiliation and known deviant freak. My parents knew. My friends knew. My girlfriend knew. The whole world knew who I was, and the prison yard was no different. Everyone there knew who I was, but I'll be totally candid: I loved it that way.
I was a celebrity the second I showed up. The guards knew me, the prisoners knew me, and the warden knew me. Plenty of the Nazi assholes throughout the prison hated me for being a faggot, but everyone knew that deep down they were all faggots too, they just only happened to like pure white dick (yeah, right). You'd be surprised how much gay sex was going on inside this prison. When all that testosterone is packed in and the urge to fuck something just becomes too great, the closest thing to a woman's pussy is a man's mouth or a tight, warm, wet asshole. Lots of men are just fine with the compromise.
Since my arrest, I had been pretty down about my life being upended as it was. The trial was short, as I pleaded guilty to get it all over with. They gave me five years for aiding and abetting escaped convicts. I had bought them clothing and food and water in exchange for their relentless fucking of my tight, muscular body. I hadn't been working out quite as much, being depressed and all, so I had put on about ten pounds, but it all seemed to go to my ass and thighs. My bubble butt had only gotten more plump and soft. It jiggled a little longer now with each smack and thrust, and I actually liked it even more.
My first day in prison was perfectly memorable. Walking through the gates and halls, all sorts of shouts greeted me, from hateful to congratulatory to sexual. Before I was taken to my cell the guards brought me in and took me to a private area. There was a big tile shower, just like the ones they have in prison movies. I noticed that there was no fire hose, though. That was a relief. I had no idea what it was like to get shot with one and I didn't want to find out. In lieu of a fire hose there was a big, lavish showerhead hanging down in the center of the shower, and another one hanging on a hose in the wall.
The big officer that took me in the room was a sexy motherfucker. His name was Bryan. He had a short-sleeved uniform that hugged his huge biceps and contoured to every rippling muscle he had. Standing 6'6", handsome, hairy, and his salt and pepper hair made me think of calling him daddy. Best to let him approach me first, though.
"The warden wants us to prepare you for your first meeting with him," Byran said. "He knows all about your record and he's interested in meeting you and making sure that you understand very clearly the rules in this prison. They're pretty simple but he wants to make sure they're drilled into your head, or wherever." He let out a big, booming laugh. I giggled, liking where all of this was going. "Take off your clothes and stand still."
I listened immediately. I was in no hurry to make enemies or piss anybody off. If Bryan had a brutal domineering side I wanted to see it on good terms. My clothes fell to the floor as he turned on the shower. He walked back to the door we came through and locked the deadbolt. I watched him walk his sexy stroll back to the shower and test the water, all the while staring me down with his thousand-yard glare. I was growing slowly, and I could tell he noticed. He looked at my dick and walked over, still glaring. I looked up at him as he came closer. He smacked my dick to the side and grabbed my chin.
"Rule number one: you don't cum until we say you can cum. You won't be cumming tonight until the warden is all finished with you, and that is hours away. You can let your fat cock grow all you want, keep it rock hard, but you will not cum until you are told."
"Yes sir. I won't cum until I'm told," I said, thinking about the most depraved acts I could think of this man performing on me. He slapped my cock again, this time harder, but I was still growing, and he was helping.
"Rule number two: You will submit to all guards on duty, and you will please them when they want. We do a lot of work to make sure the guards around here are good looking, in shape, and hung like horses, and you will worship and serve our fine stock."
"Yes sir. I will serve all guards at all times." He smacked my cock back and forth a few times, squeezed it, jerked it a little, and then let it hang.
"Rule number three: You will please anybody the warden tells you to, guard, prisoner, or what have you. He's going through a lot of trouble here, giving you something that he thinks you might actually enjoy, but he's using you, so don't forget that. You are his fucktoy, and he can share his toys with whomever he pleases. He meets senators and congressmen and celebrities all the time, and if he needs a favor he will offer up his prize toy. That's you."
"Yes sir, I will happily please everyone the warden tells me to." By now my cock was raging hard. It stood at attention, and Bryan knew it too. He slapped and fondled, walked behind me, smacked my ass hard, and pressed his finger on my hole. Please let there be more.
"Shower." That was all he had to say. I walked into the steamy water and soaked my body. I knew the water was bouncing off my big round butt, making me look good, so I gave my booty a shake. It jiggled and jiggled, and I looked over my shoulder at Bryan.
"Next?" I asked him.
"Soap yourself up and wash yourself off," he replied. "I don't need to tell you to make it sexy, you're doing that already. Give me a show." He massaged his growing and now showing member through his slacks. I looked at him with longing and picked up the soap. I stared him in his eyes while I rubbed the soap all over me. The suds formed and coated me everywhere, collecting in different cracks between muscle and flesh, my big dick standing hard and firm on top of my full balls. I stroked it a little as I watched Bryan stroke his. I turned around and got on my knees, leaned forward, stuck my cock through my legs, and smacked my ass hard. Soap and water splattered everywhere, and I stroked my cock with my other hand. I knew he loved the show.
"Stand up, spread your legs, and put your hands against the wall. Do not turn around and look at me. If you disobey me you will regret it."
I was anxious to obey him. I scrambled to my feet, walked under the water to rinse off, and assumed the position. I stared at the plain white tile for what seemed like forever. The noise of the shower drowned out any noise Bryan might have been making. My only hope was that he was taking all of his clothes off and sneaking up with a freshly lubed cock ready for impalement.
