Rob has paid for “seven minutes in heaven” with the inmate of his choosing, but that inmate turns out to be the alpha male thug Nutter, who’s got a secret desire of his own. Nutter can’t wait to get Rob alone so he can learn what happens when he puts a twink on top!
Can Rob handle this prison-life rough trade turned upside down?!
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Rob strode into prison with as confidence as he could muster — he didn’t want to look like he was a sniveling weakling precisely because he was about to act like one — but his ego quickly deflated. He was searched, poked and prodded by Officer Budinsky. It was demeaning, and it made Rob feel like a prisoner. It both helped and exacerbated the problem that Officer Budinsky was a handsome man himself, with a sturdy physique and a big square jaw.
But Rob wasn’t here for Officer Budinsky. Rob had paid to meet an inmate.
He walked through the state prison increasingly nervous at the hooting, shouting, whooping and thudding he heard in the cells lining every corridor. He was glad when they at last came to Cell Block Omega, which Budinsky had said was not in use due to a sewage line break.
Spread among the cells of Omega Block were eight prisoners who met Rob’s criteria and were willing to let Rob’s tiny twink body service them. Rob had been daydreaming about setting this sort of encounter up for years, and he never thought he’d go through with it until a few months ago, when he realized he needed to just bite the bullet and try. The worst that could happen was being refused by the prison guard he approached.
“Wuddup, Booty!” came a voice from one of the cells.
“Fuckin’ A, man, c’mon, hurry it up!”
“Tell him I’ll do it! Tell him I got the biggest dick, Booty!” They called Budinsky ‘Officer Booty’, maybe because he had a big ass crammed into his too-tight uniform pants. He had powerful trunk-like thighs and thick arms.
“I’ll make his bigguh, I got tasty cum, tell him I’ll be gentle, Booty! Tell him my cum works a treat!”
“Nah, nah, my jizz is the most effective, swear to God, nigga!”
Rob did not tell Budinsky that he thought ingesting the semen of strong, testosterone-laden men would make him bigger, stronger, tougher or possessing of a larger penis. Rob did not believe that, and Budinsky never even asked if that was why he was setting this up. It seemed he assumed though, as several of the hooting inmates made reference to it.
Seven minutes ought to be enough, Rob thought. That was all Rob paid for. Budinsky assured him that these men would be horny and ready to take charge, so the brief duration wouldn’t be a detriment to the experience. Rob wanted to be held down and rammed hard, slapped, treated like a submissive prison bitch, and he was told most prison “bitch-outs” took only a few minutes. The sight of empty cells and the hollering of men in a far off block made him hard even before he had seen a single inmate. This whole prison smelled of men. You could tell no women ever came here, not past the visitation area. Rob had had to adjust his erect cock in his pants several times on the walk through the prison.
The one in the first cell was tall and lean, with dreadlocks and hawkish features. He spoke with a faint island accent, but Rob suspected that was an affectation, he was probably from like Delaware or somewhere humiliating like that. No wonder he was pretending to be from anywhere else. He had an East Coast stawk that was his deeper than his Caribbean lilt. He flopped his dick between his fingers and showed off his perfect six-pack. “Yo, mon, you like me-uh treat you poorly? I will ram you senseless, whiteman. You will cry when I am uh-done wit’chou. I will plow the sissy-boy outta you, and then I gonna plow it right back in.”
Rob preferred men with a little meat on their bones — as much as he wished he could get on his knees and jerk the dreadlocked man off through the cell bars, Rob thought there was someone better in one of the other cells. It’s a good thing he never became a prison guard, cuz he would spend all his time on his knees in front of these men.
Then he passed a burly black man with a wild beard and a sour look on his face. He nodded at Rob, ran his tongue under his upper lip and said, “Damn, whiteboi, you look good enough to eat.”
But Rob moved on. He wasn’t quite right. The next one was Latino and bald-headed. “You wanna be my puta?” he asked as Rob walked past.
The fourth person was heavily tattooed. He didn’t say anything, he just nodded at Rob and bucked forward as though he was going to attack Rob through the cell bars. Rob instinctively shrank back and blushed when the tattooed thug cackled at him.
As soon as Rob came to the fifth cell, he knew he had found his man.
“So, you the man who wanna be my bitch, huh?”
His smooth baritone made Rob blush. He quickly hurried to the end of the corridor to see the others — that just seemed polite, after all, they had come all the way here — but he knew what he wanted. That man in the fifth cell was tall and broad-shouldered, with a powerhouse physique, dripping with muscle and meat. His skin was camel brown and moisturized like a warrior, smooth and glistening, you could tell the sweat would gleam on him. Looked like he scrubbed up though, he was clean and smelled like industrial soap. He didn’t have a six-pack, just a tiny belly, barely enough to grab on to, but that was the perfect size for Rob. There was a crucifix tattooed over his sternum and a gun on each bicep.
“Yo,” he said with a big wide, shit-eating grin when Rob chose him. “I’m Nutter.” He undressed Rob with his eyes, and his dick visibly shifted in his orange prison pants.
“Charles Everly,” Officer Budinsky said. “Mister Everly here is an armed robber and an arms-trafficker-“
“I sold one gun, Budinsky, don’t be dramatic,” he said. He snorted and avoided looking at Rob. “So you the one who wanna be a prison bitch, huh? Ain’t nevuh heard of no one who want that. But you kinda look like a bitch, so it ain’t hard to believe. It’s been awhile for me. I enjoy holdin’ a nigga down and makin’ him cry uncle — not that I stop then, it’s just nice to hear him cry — but I might like-“
“Don’t hurt him, Mister Everly,” Budinsky said. “I’ll be right out here.”
“You think my cum is gonna make yo’ dick bigger, huh?” Nutter asked.
Rob shrugged. “Not really. Some people do. I’ve never been convinced,” he said. “I’m just doing it because I want to.”
Nutter nodded like that was a very good reason. He glanced at Budinsky, who unlocked the cell. “Can we put the curtain up?” Nutter asked with a sultry rumble to his voice.
Officer Budinsky looked to Rob, who blushed again and nodded. “Please! Let’s do that. I wanna have the real prison bitch experience.” Rob’s heart felt like it might jump out of his chest. This was really happening! He couldn’t believe he’d put it off for so long, then it turned out to be easy, and now Rob was gonna get wrecked by Nutter’s huge slab of alpha male prison-starved meat.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what we gonna have, the real prison bitch experience,” Nutter said. He laughed, and the men in the other cells joined in. “I am gonna treat you bad, whiteboi, bad in all the right ways. Hope you wasn’t intendin’ to walk outta here.”
“Destroy ‘im, Nutter!”
“He picked Nutter?”
“Damn-“
“He don’t want a Mexican. Don’t nobody want a Mexican. Even Mexicans is itchin’ to get away-“
“Nutter! Nutter! Wreck his asshole!”
Rob had never felt so weak and submissive. His dick was rock-hard, and it started leaking precum the moment he heard the lock slide into place. The door was shut, and the prison cell was stuffy. Nutter’s smell and body heat filled the air.
“Gonna destroy you, pansy,” Nutter said with a sneer. He quickly hung up a sheet that blocked the cell from view. Rob shivered as he anticipated what was going to come next. Nutter towered over him by more than a foot, and he must have outweighed Rob by a hundred and fifty pounds or more.
“Make him squeal like a piggie, Nutter!”
“I will!” he called out. Once the sheet was hung up, however, his smile changed. He sunk down so he looked Rob right in the eyes. It almost felt like he was going to kiss Rob. He whispered, “Yo, I got a proposition for ya. I been in this place fo’ a long time, and I done had a million prison bitches. I plowed ‘em up, and I wrecked ‘em, and I moved on to the next. I wanna do somethin’ different.”
“Oh… like what?”
“I want you to ram me,” he said. He looked down and bit his lower lip. Then, for the benefit of everyone listening on the other side of the curtain, he called out, “You know what prison lube is? It’s how we get a bitch to deep-throat. Lemme spit in yo’ throat, lube it up real good.” He spat on the ground, and everyone cheered him on. Then he whispered again, “I wanna taste yo’ dick and feel you inside of me.”
“Are you serious?”
“This is a serious place, and I am a serious nigga,” he said, his face flat. “Come on, honky. I know you came here to bottom, and I’ll plow the shit outta you — literally — if that’s whatchoo want. But I wanna get it up the ass. I can’t let anyone in here know a white man got me up behind. That’ll ruin my rep. So this my only option. I ain’t think I ever gonna have the chance to bottom for a pretty boy like you. Whatchoo think?”
“Are you serious? Hell yeah,” Rob said, focusing hard to keep himself from being too loud. This was all happening so fast, it was hard to recalibrate his expectations. It wasn’t what he had come in here for, but he couldn’t imagine anything more enjoyable than plowing Nutter’s massive body.
“Alright,” he grinned. “Let’s hurry up, or we gonna run outta time. Seven minutes ain’t much.” He hesitated, then stooped over and kissed Rob on the lips. He was halting and slow. His tongue pushed into Rob’s mouth.
Though his passion was lacking at first, a few seconds in, Nutter let out a moan that resonated in Rob’s mouth. His tongue suddenly moved, clobbering Rob’s own tongue, and his thick fingers grasped Rob’s shirt. He ripped it, buttons flying to the bunk and dingy toilet in the corner of his cell.
“I ain’t hear him squeal yet, his mouth full?”
“Sounds moist in there, I can kinda hear it. He plowing that fairy in the face, I think.”
“Nutter, how that sissy-boi takin’ it, mon?”
“You can’t hear him choke, nigga? Guess his bitch mouth is just too full to choke. He ain’t breathe in a minute, son,” Nutter said. “Got too much dick in there, and he lovin’ it, like a fuckin’ Big Mac and shit!” His big eyes twinkled as he pecked Rob on the lips and then worked his way down Rob’s pale, lithe body. He shuddered like he was surprised at the taste, and he stopped to suck on Rob’s nipples. Then he licked Rob’s flat belly and stopped only when he reached Rob’s pubic hair (which he kept trimmed very short).
Nutter was so much bigger than Rob that even getting on his knees wasn’t enough, he was still too tall to swallow Rob’s dick. He had to get on all fours, with his plump ass high in the air, while Rob stood on his toes in front of Nutter’s face.
But when he did get his head in position, Nutter wasted no time in swallowing Rob’s dick to the root. He seemed surprised that Rob’s cock wasn’t as proportionately small as his body was. He motioned for Rob to make some noise. An immediate shudder of pleasure wracked Rob’s body, as Nutter’s warm mouth encircled his cock.
Rob blushed but spat and sputtered, hocking up a few loogies and even sticking a finger far enough down his throat to gag once, making a sound that could be heard outside the cell. That made the other men laugh and cheer, banging on the bars of their cell.
“That sounds right, nigga!”
“Choke him! Show him how we do it!”
In no time Rob was rock-hard, and he started getting into it. Every time the men quieted down, he made it sound like he was getting throated and loving it, and they’d laugh again. Even Officer Budinsky chuckled quietly.
“You got this, Nutter!”
Nutter had a broad back, pocked with a few scars and marks, plus some dark blue prison tats that Rob couldn’t quite make out (some kind of writing, he thought, possibly Hebrew, like an Old Testament verse). He stroked Nutter’s muscles, trying to reach his plump ass, but he was much too short. Instead he grasped at Nutter’s back and shoulders, sighing as pleasure moved through him. They both threw their heads back and moaned. Rob’s moan was drowned out by Nutter’s, and Nutter made his sound exaggerated and comical so it wasn’t obvious to their audience why he was moaning.
“He change his mind about being a prison bitch, Nutter?”
“No, he ain’t! He is lovin’ every second of it! He’s serious.” Nutter guffawed, then aimed his voice at Rob. “You should commit some crimes and shit, whiteboi. You could be the queen bitch in this place!” Nutter said. His voice was joyous and light-hearted, even as his face was serious, gasping, with Rob’s dick throbbing against his nose and cheeks.
As he resumed slurping on Rob’s dick, Nutter moved his head more and more aggressively up and down. Rob felt like he was being attacked by Nutter’s massive head, which made him throw his head back and moan — he covered his mouth with a hand to muffle the sound. Nutter took Rob’s hands in his and wrapped it over his head. The sensation was exquisite, and it felt so good Rob’s toes curled and his hands formed fists at his sides. It felt so good it hurt, and Rob had to avoid moaning lest the thugs outside this cell realized what was happening.
Rob had been on the receiving end of a jailhouse-style throating on several occasions, but he had never topped for that kind of scenario.
But he wanted to give Nutter what he desired. He held onto the ragged short afro on Nutter’s head, gripping his hair, and he slammed his dick all the way in. Nutter let out a chortling gurgling sound with a moistness that made everyone else burst into cheers. To Rob, it sounded much too deep to be his own voice — he was more high-pitched and feminine than that — but luckily it seemed the other inmates didn’t realize that. They had never heard Rob before today so they had no basis for comparison.
“Ram ‘im harder!”
Nutter pulled off and laid on his back on the bare mattress on the bunk in the cell. He snorted and sniffled, wiping fluids off his face, and he smiled silently at Rob. He let his head hang over the foot of the bed. “That’s the proper position for a prison bitch, alright, pervert? Get ready to get yo’self throated.”
“Yeah, plow ‘is gullet, nigga!”
“Ram ‘im! Ram ‘im! Ram ‘im!”
Rob squealed loudly, blushing as the other inmates cheered him on. Nutter was in exactly the position Rob liked to get throated in. Rob had never in his life been on this side of it. He approached Nutter’s broad face and pushed his dick past those thick, juicy lips. His cock slammed into Nutter’s throat, making him retch and writhe atop the filthy prison mattress.
“He regrettin’ signin’ up fo’ this yet?”
Incredible pleasure rocketed through Rob’s spine. He had never felt like this, not even on those few occasions when he got to top someone. Bliss roiled his body and made his knees weak. He shuddered and moaned quietly, every ounce of concentration he could muster going towards not being so loud that he alerted the others to the fact that he wasn’t bottoming as they thought.
Precum flowed down Nutter’s throat. From the reaction on his face, it seemed he had little experience with that. Did he like the taste or hate it? Rob couldn’t tell, and in this position, he didn’t have to care. He felt like he was overpowering Nutter, whose muscular limbs contorted as he accepted the throating. His muscles flexed and bucked as though he was fighting back, and his movement made the bunk beneath him move. The sound of steel scraping against the prison cell floor caused a torrent of cheers from the other cells.
He pulled off once again, grabbed Rob’s slick dick. He lowered his head farther, so he could suck on Rob’s balls. Then he called out, “He suckin’ the sweat off my balls now, what a nasty punk he is!” He let both of Rob’s balls fit easily in his big mouth. He suckled loudly, making a sputtering sound that provoked more cheers from the other cells.
“Nasty! Can’t believe he signed up for this!”
Then Nutter pulled away, stood up and turned around, in a hurry like he had just remembered they were on a time limit. Spit clung to his lips in tendrils, and his ruddy face was moist with tears from lack of oxygen and sweat dappling his forehead. Rob too was sweaty and exhausted, sensations still flowing through his veins, and he had to focus to avoid nutting.
“Four minutes left, guys,” Officer Budinsky said. “You better hurry up.”
His ass was much wider than Rob’s body, not because he was fat, it was just big and broad and juicy. Each cheek was nearly twice the size of Rob’s head. He lowered his ass onto Rob’s dick, slowly. Rob still stood at the foot of the bed, so Nutter crouched on all fours on the ground and backed up until his ass lined up with Rob’s crotch. His crack was choked with sweaty hair, which Rob would have gladly licked clean like a good prison bitch. He felt like he was losing his entire body in the choked masculine jungle of Nutter’s ass.
“Gettin’ in his ass now, Budinsky, cool yo’ jets,” Nutter said. “Don’t worry, he gettin’ e’ry inch of me that he entitled to. Don’t you worry yo’ sweet redneck head about that, Budinsky.”
“You alright in there, sir?” Budinsky asked through the curtain.
“Yeah…” Rob said, too embarrassed to think of anything else to say. He wasn’t sure how to say it that wouldn’t give away what was really happening in here. “I… uh, he’s treating me right.”
“That’s right, he is! Nigga please! Showin’ you how it’s done!”
“You mean he treatin’ you wrong, but he doin’ it in the right way.”
Rob gulped as Nutter penetrated himself with Rob’s dick. Rob gingerly gripped his shoulders and held on while he began humping back, gradually losing his inhibitions. Another jolt of pleasure ran up his body from the moment his dick poked through that jungle of sweaty ass-hair and into his tight hole.
When Nutter grunted in pain, he covered it up with a louder roar, an aggressive sound that made the other inmates whoop and holler along with him. Nutter threw his head back and wordlessly moaned, smiling at Rob even as he grunted out threats and insults.
“Gonna ram you so hard you wear a diaper, honky…” Nutter said out loud, with as much confidence as he could muster.
Rob was not an actor. He tried to pant like a submissive man might — he should have been better at it, since that was the role he normally played, but everything happening here was outside his wheelhouse. He couldn’t remember what kind of sounds he might normally make in the reverse of this situation.
“Make ‘im beg for mercy, nigga!”
It was clear that Nutter wasn’t kidding about having never gotten it up the ass — not that Rob ever doubted him. His asshole was so tight that Rob had to really shove to get his dick in there. There was no time for a gentle approach either. Rob pushed it in farther and farther, and when Nutter didn’t stop him, he began to ram his shaft back and forth, uncaring of his resistance or the hairs that Rob’s dick accidentally ripped from his crack.
“Teach ‘im a lesson! Fuckin’ white man, comin’ in here, tryin’-a get it up the ass and shit…”
Each time Rob rammed his dick into him, Nutter winced and blanched. The whole experience was so incredible that each time Rob thrust past Nutter’s resistance in his ass, a surge of awkward pleasure hit him and Rob moaned in a pained, struggling way. It genuinely did sound like a prison bitch getting plowed, which just egged the other inmates on.
“Wreck him! Ruin him! Show him how we do it, nigga! No mercy!”
“No mercy!”
Rob did indeed plow with no mercy. Of course it was Nutter who responded, “He takin’ it, nigga. Ain’t like a prison bitch, he been opened up a million times before. Kinda nice plowin’ a bitch who ain’t too squirmy. Gonna fill him up wit’ some nut.”
“Two minutes left, guys. You still alright in there?”
“Yes! Yes, officer…” Rob said, his excitement making everyone, including Budinsky, laugh. “I’m, uh… I’m just finishing up.” He threw his head back and moaned as wave after wave of unimaginable bliss washed over him, so intense it was painful as he lost himself in the massive muscled ass trembling before his gentle frame.
Nutter’s ass clenched when he approached his own orgasm. He had started jacking himself off. Rob tried to give him a reacharound, but he could barely reach all the way around, so he just fumbled with Nutter’s powerhouse body while slamming his dick in and out of Nutter’s jiggling, tight ass.
“Aw, shit…” Nutter grunted. “You take dick good!”
When Rob’s orgasm finally came, it felt like it had been a lifetime, way more than seven minutes. Rob yelped and scratched at Nutter’s back — he was so big and thick-skinned he didn’t seem to notice — while intense pleasure suffused both men’s bodies, in sync with each other like no one Rob had ever been with before.
Cum flowed into Nutter’s ass, a huge load that dripped out and down those giant trunk-like thighs. It splatted on the floor, but still Rob came. Nutter roared as he shot his own load into his hand and all over his chest. He managed to make the roar sound like a manly cavemanesque grunt.
Rob’s entire body went limp. He knew they were running out of time, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull out, not yet. He kept it there, stimulating Nutter’s prostate while Nutter’s body writhed and flexed with both bliss and agony, pride and shame visible on his contorting face.
Nutter turned around, his massive chest gleaming, covered in his own cum. Rob licked every inch of it, savoring the meaty feel of the man’s muscles. Nutter made sure the cum reached up to his face, so when Rob moved upward and kissed Nutter on the lips, he tasted it. He had to climb the man’s mountainous torso to get there, gripping his throbbing muscles with Rob’s delicate fingers.
They shared cum for another minute or so, stopping only when Officer Budinsky counted down the last thirty seconds. Rob was bashful and hurriedly cleaned himself up with a napkin before putting his clothes back on. Nutter just stood there, covered in fluids, his cum mingling with his sweat so it wasn’t obvious what it was. His dick dangled between his legs.
“Damn, Nutter, put some clothes on,” Officer Budinsky said when he reached zero and pulled the curtain down.
Rob was bright red, too scared he’d blurt out what happened to say anything at all. He quickly dressed and clasped the sweaty small of Nutter’s back.
“Bye, Nutter, that was amazing. You’re the best prison alpha-“
“Shut up, bitch, I ain’t tryin’-a please you,” Nutter said. “You come back here again, and I’ll fist you, punk.”
Rob just nodded and followed Officer Budinsky out. He pretended his ass hurt as he walked past the other inmates.
“Was that everything you thought it was gonna be?” Officer Budinsky asked once they were out of Cell Block Alpha.
“No,” Rob said. “It was completely different, and so much better.”