Chapter 1

“Cough.”

Francesco was crouched on the hard cold floor and did as told. A rough hand came from behind and slick fingers pushed inside his ass. He tried to remain silent and not squirm as the fingers moved inside him, triggering shameful sensations.

“Gotta make sure with these kids,” the guard commented and made the other present laughed.

“Not a kid anymore,” the second guard said. “No more juvie for him now. He’s eighteen and ready to pay his dues.”

“Guess not. So, pretty boy,” the guard cooed in his ear, “it’s all right if I prep you a little for what’s down there?”

Francesco wasn’t sure he was supposed to answer that. The guard grabbed his face with the other hand while he moved his fingers in and out with the other. He shuddered and closed his eyes. Was he such a bitch that he got hard at anything stuffed in his ass?

The guard surprised him with the kiss. The man’s tongue was hard and he had a one day stubble that rubbed his lips raw. So, he let out a small whimper. The guard let him go and laughed. “Pretty and horny. Such a good boy.”

He knew not to protest when he was pushed on all fours. Furious tears of humiliation flew down his face.

“Say, have you ever seen anything prettier?” The guard pushed his ass cheeks apart to take a good look.

“Be quick, man,” the other said, and he sounded amused. “We still have a bunch of them to check.”

“Yeah, but he’s my type. Such pouty lips and round ass.” The guard smacked his ass and chuckled.

“Shut up, man. You make me horny.”

“So? He has a mouth, too.”

Francesco held his breath. Would they go that far as to spit roast him?

“Nah, man, I’m good. He’ll get plenty of cock once he gets to the island. I heard that there are people there who never left for ten years or so. They must be gagging for young ass.”

Once he got there, he would fend for himself. Now, if he opposed, he would be dead meat. Here, he didn’t have a chance.

“Then I’ll give him a farewell gift.”

Francesco closed his eyes and squeezed them shut, prepared for having his ass fucked. The guard pushed inside slowly, to his surprise.

“Man, you sure take your sweet time,” the second guard said with envy. “He’s not your girlfriend.”

“That bitch doesn’t let me do her in the ass,” the first guard said with a grunt. “Says it would make me a homo.”

The man waited until he was deep inside to pull back and slam harder. Francesco bit on his forearm. Like before, his ass reacted. That big fat dick was doing it for him and he couldn’t let it show. He tried to think of sad things and wish his cock down while the man grabbed his hips and slammed inside him over and over.

“Damn, such a fine ass.” The guard smacked his cheeks while he pumped in and out. “Too bad we have to send you down there.”

“Wrap it up, man,” the second guard said.

“You can say if you want to fuck him, too,” the first guard replied. “I can see your boner from here. That ain’t your gun.”