NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Prisoner, 874312, bend over, place your hands on your ass cheek, and pull the outward,” the man said. The tall, ruggedly handsome guard spread lubricant over a gloved hand, put his hands together, and rubbed the goo over his fingers and hands.

874312 might have found him attractive in another setting. But knowing the man was about to shove his hand into his asshole wasn’t an appealing proposition. This was an enormous mistake. He wasn’t involved in any robbery. How had they found him guilty?

In fact, 874312 wasn’t even robbery adjacent. He didn’t know any of those who’d been involved. Well, neither did the cops. 874312 was parked outside the bank when it went down. The men ran out, their car wasn’t there so they commandeered his.

They forced him to drive four blocks and go into a parking structure. They got out and disappeared two minutes later, still in shock and parked in the car park the cops arrested him. 874312 had been manhandled during his arrest. One of cops felt him up, telling him he’s pretty enough he’ll be used as cunt in prison.

They threatened him, questioned him for twelve hours straight. He’d not ask for a lawyer, he believed that would make him look guilty. One of the detectives had told him tales of what people like him had endured in prison. What happened to pretty boys, with androgynous and soft looks.

All of this was done in effort to make him give up his partners. Only he had no partners to give up. The trial took less than a day and after thirty minutes of deliberation the jury came back with a guilty verdict.

The next day, he was here, a maximum-security prison, and about to have his ass probed by man with big hands. He’d lived in foster homes all his life. At sixteen he’d gone to court and gotten a judicial decree of emancipation. He quit school and went to work. He’d supported himself without resorting to any criminal activity. And now, in the same courthouse, a judge and jury branded him a bank robber and threw him in jail.

Threw him to the wolves.

“I’m going to physically inspect your rectum for contraband,” the handsome guard said breaking his momentary trip down memory lane. “So, son, bend over. There is nothing personal in this.”

The young man followed the instructions and closed his eyes, willing himself away from the humiliation. He went to his happy place, escaping for a few moments that pain. He’d done it before, back in foster homes. Brutal foster fathers and harsh punishments for perceived wrongs. Or worse, unwanted attention from them because he was pretty like a girl.

After the inspection, he dressed in tidy-white underwear, a t-shirt, gray pants, a gray button-up shirt, white socks, and white athletic shoes. On the left breast pocket, 874312 was stamped in white.

The guard watched him undress and redress. His eyes were cruel and his handsome features distorted. The kid knew what that meant. The man checked the door, making sure it was locked. He reached up and switched off the camera. He walked over to the boy, put his hands on the young man’s shoulders and pushed him to knees.

“I’m sure a pretty lil’ girl like you knows what to do. Unzip my pants and fish it out,” he said. Taking handful of long, blonde hair, he twisted it until he knew it hurt the prisoner. “Now, sweetheart, make me feel better.”

The guard’s eyes gleamed with desire as he held the young man’s head, guiding him towards his throbbing cock. The young man hesitated for a moment before taking it into his mouth. He hated every inch of its thickness. He faked a moan softly around the stiff shaft, sending shivers down the guard’s spine. His fingers pulled the hank of hair, forcing him closer as he groaned in approval.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take it all.”

The young man obliged, taking more of the guard’s cock into his mouth until he gagged slightly. The guard chuckled darkly and, using the hair, fucked the boy’s face with vigorous thrusts. The boy’s eyes misted, and as the abuse continued, tears ran down his face.