Prison Bitch (for all my little sissy fag boys) - Sex Stories

Prison Bitch (for all my little sissy fag boys)

... more than anything! The next morning I followed Paul, both in the outside cell lineup and count, as well as arriving in the kitchen. It was still dark outside as along with 35 other kitchen detail inmates, we began to get breakfast ready. When serving time arrived, I found myself on the front line with a ladle scooping lumpy oatmeal into the tin trays of the countless other prisoners who paraded by in a single file line. Many made lewd sexual comments to me as they stopped in front of me to be served. One of them was a very tall and well muscled heavily tattooed con around 35 years old. He somehow saw the fear in my eyes and briefly told me that he was one of the convict leaders and if I became his private bitch, he would make sure no one in the joint would ever lay a hand on me. Back in our cell maybe an hour later, I told Paul about what he had told me. I learned then that his name was Bruno and that no cons ever messed with him. I was surprised when shortly afterwards, Bruno showed up at our cell. With it being morning recreation time, all the cell doors remained open and Bruno just walked in. He seemed to know Paul quite well and talked to him briefly about some woman’s panties, bras and nylons he was getting for Paul. Then his gaze and full attention turned to me! He asked me my name first and seemed quite friendly enough. So we chatted for a while before he told me that my pretty looks had given him a big hard on! I felt uncomfortable and blushed and declined his offer ...

... of him exposing it to me. I told him I was completely straight and that instantly had him breaking out in laughter! Stepping a few feet back from our bunk bed, Bruno undid his pants buttons and released his cock. As it came into my view, the last thing in the world I wanted to do was to openly stare at it. Maybe it was its gigantic thickness and length that caught me completely off guard, but in any event, I did the complete opposite of my intentions by locking my eyes onto it with a look of complete mystified fascination. So Bruno began to play with it using the tips of his fingers to tease himself. He was looking right at me before I finally came to my senses and looked away. Then Bruno asked Paul if he would like a nice hot tube steak snack? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement coming off the lower bunk. Paul had gotten down on his knees as I soon heard deep groans coming from Bruno. It was then Bruno ordered me in a very deep in charge voice to watch what was going on. He had Paul move over to his right side as he too turned facing him now. As I followed Bruno's command and watched from overhead, Paul’s mouth got instantly busy! I soon found myself completely amazed with Paul’s ability to take every available inch of it into his mouth and down his throat. Bruno was now looking at me while telling me to watch closely as very soon his cock would belong to me! For a while Bruno just stood there letting Paul do all the work. Now two other kitchen inmates showed up just ...