Chapter 1: Introduction

The clanging of metal doors echoed through the cavernous prison halls, a grim symphony that never ceased. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, despair, and the faint odor of disinfectant that failed to mask the underlying stink of human misery. Greg paced the length of his cell, his bare feetpadding against the cold concrete floor. His heart pounded in his chest, not from exertion, but from the dread that gnawed at him constantly.

He had been here for five years, each day a blur of monotonous routine and stark reality.

His cell was a sterile box, a fucking 8x10 tomb with cinder block walls marked by crude gang tags that seemed to laugh at his plight. A narrow sliver of window let in a weak, meager light, a cruel joke offering a glimpse of the world he'd been robbed of.

The only respite from the boredom and brutality was the few minutes he spent with his fellow inmates, performing acts that made him feel dirty, used, and ashamed. But it was a necessity, a means to survive in this hellhole.

Greg's cell was a tiny, sterile space, just a sink, a toilet, a metal bunk, and a narrow window that let in barely any light. The walls were covered in crude graffiti, gang tags, and obscene drawings, a stark reminder of the depravity around him.

His bunk creaked as he sat down, the thin mattress offering no comfort. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, now streaked with gray from the stress. A sudden noise outside his cell door made him tense. He knew that sound, the jangling of keys, the heavy footsteps.

“You got thirty minutes.” A deep voice said. Greg recognized it as the corrupt guard that watched him. That meant he was letting Tony into Greg’s cell to do whatever he pleased.

Greg’s stomach churned, but he knew better than to protest. He’d learned the hard way that resistance only brought more pain. He stood and walked to the door, the metal clanking loudly as he opened it.

Tony pushed his way in, a smirk spreading across his face. He was a big man, with tattoos snaking up both arms and a scar running down his left cheek. He looked like the kind of man who’d enjoy this, who’d get off on the power trip. And he did.

Greg sighed, his shoulders slumping. He knew he couldn’t refuse. Not if he wanted to keep his head attached to his body.

Tony swaggered in, his massive form filling the small space. He was a brute, a wall of muscle with a face full of scars and a grin full of missing teeth. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He just closed the cell door and locked it, the clank of metal echoing like a gunshot.

“On your knees, bitch.” Tony’s voice was a low growl, laced with a cruel amusement.

Greg didn’t move. He couldn’t.

Not right now. Not with the way his stomach was churning, not with the memories of the last few times fresh in his mind. He’d been doing this for years, but it never got easier. Every time felt like the first, every time was a fresh torment.

Tony’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing. “I said, on your fucking knees.”

Greg took a deep breath, forcing himself to comply. He dropped to his knees, the cold concrete biting into his skin. Tony unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops echoing harshly in the small cell.

“You know the drill, bitch.”

Not this time. The weight of five years' worth of degradation pressed down on him like a physical force. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to break free. But he didn’t. He just stood there, frozen, his gaze fixed on the cold concrete floor.

Tony’s smile vanished. He took a step closer, his massive form looming over Greg. “Don’t make me ask again, fucker. Or it won’t just be your mouth this time.” His voice was a low rumble, like thunder before the storm.

Greg’s body trembled, a mix of fear and rage coursing through his veins. He could feel Tony’s breath on his face, hot and foul.

The man's hand gripped his chin, forcing Greg's head upward. "I fucking said on your knees, you pathetic piece of shit."

Greg's jaw clenched, but he complied. He could feel the cold concrete against his kneecaps, the rough texture biting into his skin. Tony chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down Greg’s spine. He felt the man's hand grip his hair, pulling his head back farther.

“Open your fucking mouth, bitch,” Tony grunted, his other hand stroking his already hard cock.

Greg’s heart pounded in his chest.

The stench of cheap cigarettes and stale beer rolled off him in waves. “You want it rough, don’t you, boy?” Tony’s voice was a menacing whisper. “You want me to fuck your throat till you gag?”

Greg clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. He could feel the rage building inside him, a wild beast ready to break free. But he knew better than to fight back. Not yet. Not here.

Tony, growing impatient, grabbed Greg's chin and forced his head up. “Fucking pathetic, ain't you?” He sneered, his grip tightening. Greg knew he needed to just get it over with. He licked the tip of Tony’s cock. Tony moaned deeply.

“that’s it man. I’ve been saving a lot of cum for you so you can taste it all. You should feel grateful.”

Tony’s voice was a low growl, his grip on Greg’s chin tightening. “I’m doing you a fucking favor.” He pushed the head of his cock into Greg’s mouth, forcing him to take it. Greg gagged, the bitter taste of Tony’s pre-cum filling his mouth. He could feel the man’s cock throbbing, pulsing against his tongue.

“That’s it, you little slut,” Tony grunted, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic thrust. “Take it all. Show me how much you love it.” He laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed in the small cell. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Tony’s voice was a low growl, his grip on Greg’s hair tightening. “You should be on your knees, begging for this cock. But you’re just a fucking whore, aren’t you?”

Greg’s body trembled, but he didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The anger and humiliation were too much to bear. He just wanted it over with.

Tony chuckled, a harsh sound that echoed in the small cell. “You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you? You know how to take it like a champ. Like a sissy whore.”

Greg’s stomach churned as Tony’s cock pressed against his lips. He could feel the heat of it, the hardness, the wetness from Tony’s precum. It covered his lips.

Greg could feel the veins pulsing, the heat radiating from Tony's cock. He gagged again, the bitter taste of Tony's precum filling his mouth. Tony's grip on his hair tightened, pulling his head back farther. Greg could feel the man's cock hitting the back of his throat, the tip pressing against his tonsils. He choked, tears streaming down his face.

"Fuck, you're a good little cocksucker," Tony grunted, his hips moving faster. "You know how to take it like a champ. Like a sissy whore." He laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed in the small cell. "You fucking love this, don't you? Greg's eyes watered as Tony pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening on Greg's hair. "That's it, you little slut. Take it all. Show me how much you love it."

Greg's body shook as he tried to breathe through his nose, but Tony's cock was too deep. He felt like he was going to choke, but he knew better than to struggle. He just had to endure it.

Tony's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of Greg's mouth with a wet, slapping sound.

“Almost little pussy.” Tony moaned. “Your breath is gunna smell like my cum.”

Tony chuckled, his grip on Greg’s hair tightening. “You’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you, you little slut?”

Greg nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to breathe through his nose. He could feel the man’s cock throbbing in his mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue. He gagged again, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening.

“You’re gonna love this, you fucking little cocksucker,” Tony growled, his hips moving faster. “You’re gonna love every fucking inch of my cock in your throat.”

Greg’s body shook as he tried to breathe through his nose, but Tony’s cock was too deep.

“You’re gonna be a good little bitch and swallow every last drop, aren’t you?”

Greg’s body trembled, but he nodded, his mouth full of Tony’s cock. He could feel the man’s balls slapping against his chin, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of his prison-issue pants.

“That’s right, you little slut,” Tony grunted, his hips moving faster. “You’re gonna take it all like a good little cocksucker. Just like you fucking deserve.”

Greg gagged again, the bitter taste of Tony’s precum filling his mouth. He felt like his manhood was being stripped away from

Him as he continued to suck Tony off.

The man's cock was a

Punishment, a reminder of his powerlessness. But Greg

Wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing him break. He

Wouldn't cry out, wouldn't beg for mercy. He would take it,

Every fucking inch of it, until Tony was done.

Tony's grunts grew louder, his hips moving faster. His

Cock was a piston, fucking Greg's mouth with brutal force.

Greg could feel the man's body tensing, his cock throbbing

In his mouth. He knew what was coming.

"Fuck, yeah," Tony growled, his grip on Greg's hair

Tightening.

The taste of Tony's cock was bitter and salty, the smell of his sweat and musk filling Greg's nostrils. He could feel Tony's cock throbbing in his mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue. He gagged again, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening on Greg's hair.

"Come on, you little bitch," Tony taunted, his hips moving faster. "Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours."

Greg's eyes watered as he tried to take Tony's cock deeper, his lips stretching wide around the thick shaft. He could feel the head of Tony's cock hitting the back of his throat, the tip pressing against his tonsils.

“You should thank me for showing you what a little cocksuck you are. Most women couldn’t even fit my cock in my mouth and you swallow it so easily.”

Tony grunted, his hips moving faster, fucking Greg's mouth with a brutal rhythm. Greg could feel the man's balls slapping against his chin, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of his pants.

"Fuck, yeah," Tony growled, his body tensing. "You're a fucking natural at this, you little slut. Tony grunted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking Greg's mouth with long, deep strokes. Greg could feel the man's balls slapping against his chin with each thrust, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh echoing in the small cell.

Tony's cock was a thick, pulsing rod of flesh, the veins standing out in stark relief against the flushed skin. Greg could see the head of it, slick with his spit and Tony's precum, disappearing into his mouth and reappearing with each thrust. He could feel the ridges and bumps of the man's cockhead, the way it stretched his lips wide and pressed against the back of his throat. Tony had fucked his mouth at least once a week for the past five years. He’d also made Greg suck off some guards and give them handjobs. It kept Greg safe but it chipped away at his dignity. The worst day was when he made Greg lick his asshole. But thankfully he’d never been fucked in the ass.

That was a line he refused to cross. It was one thing to suck cock and another to take it up the ass. He knew some inmates who had been forced into that and it had broken them. He refused to let that happen to him.

Tony’s hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of Greg’s mouth with a wet, slapping sound. Greg could feel the man’s cock throbbing in his mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue. He gagged again, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening on Greg’s hair.

“That’s it, you little slut,” Tony grunted, his hips moving faster. Yet.

Tony’s grip on Greg’s hair tightened, pulling his head back farther. “You’re gonna swallow every last drop, aren’t you, you little slut?” His voice was a low growl, his hips moving faster.

Greg gagged again, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening. “That’s it, you little bitch. Take it all.” His cock was a thick, pulsing rod of flesh, the veins standing out in stark relief against the flushed skin. Greg could see the head of it, slick with his spit and Tony’s precum, disappearing into his mouth and reappearing with each thrust. He knew Tony was about to cum.

He could feel the man's cock throbbing in his mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue. The taste of Tony's precum was bitter and salty, filling Greg's mouth. You're gonna swallow every last drop, aren't you?"

Greg nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to breathe through his nose. He could feel Tony's cock swelling in his mouth, the head growing even thicker and harder. He could feel the man's body tensing, his cock throbbing in his mouth like a fucking piston. Greg's own body was shaking with the effort of taking it all, of enduring this fucking humiliation. But he couldn't stop now. He had to see it through.

"Fuck, yeah," Tony growled, his hips moving faster. "You're a fucking natural at this, you little slut." His grip on Greg's hair tightened, pulling his head back farther. "You're gonna swallow every last drop, aren't you?"

Greg nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to breathe through his nose. The first hot spurt hit the back of his throat.

Greg gagged, but Tony just laughed, his hips moving faster, fucking Greg's mouth with brutal force. "Swallow it, you little slut," Tony grunted, his cock pulsing in Greg's mouth. "Swallow every last drop."

Greg's body shook as he tried to swallow, his throat convulsing around Tony's cock. The taste was bitter and salty, the heat of Tony's cum filling his mouth. He could feel it coating his tongue, dripping down his throat. He gagged again, but Tony just laughed, his grip on Greg's hair tightening. Greg gagged, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening on Greg's hair. "Swallow it, you little slut," he growled, his hips moving faster, fucking Greg's mouth with brutal force. "Swallow every last drop."

Greg choked, the bitter taste of Tony's cum filling his mouth. He could feel it coating his tongue, dripping down his chin. He swallowed, trying to keep up with the steady stream of cum that Tony was pumping into his mouth.

"Fuck yeah," Tony grunted, his body shuddering as he came. "You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you? I got a surprise for you today.”

Tony pulled his cock out. The last bit of cum hitting Greg in the face. He flipped Greg onto his back and ripped his pants open.

Greg's breath hitched as he felt the cold air on his bare skin. Tony's massive hands gripped his thighs, spreading them wide. Greg could feel the rough texture of the concrete floor against his back, the cold seeping into his skin.

Greg’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt Tony’s rough hands on his skin. He knew what was coming next and he braced himself for it.

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut?” Tony growled, his fingers tracing the outline of Greg’s cock through his boxers. “You like having my cock in your mouth.”

Greg didn’t respond, but Tony didn’t seem to care. He pushed Greg’s boxers down, freeing his cock. It was hard and throbbing, ready from the fear.

“Look at that,” Tony chuckled, his eyes gleaming with lust. “You’re already hard for me.

"Look at you," Tony sneered, his eyes roaming over Greg's body. "You're pathetic. You're just a fucking whore, aren't you? ready to take it up the ass."

Greg's heart pounded in his chest.

“No man. That wasn’t the deal.”

“Too bad. Next time I say get on your knees you’ll do it quicker.” Tony spat on Greg’s virgin hole.

“Relax, you little bitch. I’m just gonna fuck you like the little slut you are.” He rubbed the spit around Greg’s tight hole, making him squirm with discomfort and humiliation.

Greg tried to relax, but his body was tense with fear and anticipation. He knew what was coming next, and he knew there was no way to stop it.

Tony positioned himself between Greg’s legs, his massive cock throbbing with anticipation. He grabbed Greg’s hips, pulling him closer. Greg could feel the head of Tony’s cock pressing against his tight hole, the heat of it searing into his skin.

“Fuck,” Greg grunted, his body tensing as Tony pushed forward.

“Relax,” Tony commanded, his voice harsh. “You want this, don’t you? You want to feel my big cock up your ass?”

Greg gritted his teeth, trying to relax as Tony’s fingers pushed inside him. The sensation was foreign and uncomfortable, but he knew he had to endure it. He couldn’t fight back, couldn’t refuse. Greg screamed as the head of Tony’s cock plunged into him.

“yeah that’s right. Let the whole jail hear you scream while I fuck you.”

Tony’s voice was a low growl, his grip on Greg’s hips tightening as he pushed deeper. Greg could feel every inch of Tony’s cock sliding into him, stretching him wider than he’d ever been before. The pain was intense, but so was the humiliation. He was being used, degraded, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Tony grunted, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. “I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in, you little bitch.”

Greg’s body shook as Tony’s cock slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Tony grunted, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. “I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in, you little bitch.”

Greg’s body shook as Tony’s cock slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through him.

He could feel every inch of the man’s thick shaft, the veins pulsing against his tight hole. The smell of sweat and sex filled the small cell, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing harshly.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony grunted, his hips moving faster. “You’re taking it like a champ, you little slut. You’re gonna be a good little bitch and take my cock like a fucking pro.”

Greg gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. He knew he had to endure this, had to take it like a man. But it was so fucking hard. So fucking degrading.

“You got a wife on the outside right? How would she feel if she could see you taking my cock like a pussy?”

Greg’s body tensed at the mention of his wife. He couldn’t bear the thought of her seeing him like this, of knowing what he was doing to survive. Tony sneered, his hips slamming into Greg with brutal force. “She’d be disgusted, wouldn’t she? She’d see you for what you really are. A pathetic little cocksucker who loves getting fucked by big, hard cocks.”

Greg’s body shook as Tony’s words cut into him like a knife. He knew Tony was right. He was pathetic. He was a fucking whore, and he was loving every fucking second of it.

“Fuck, yeah,” Tony grunted, his hips moving faster. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, you little slut? You’re loving the way my cock feels in your ass.”

“N-no.”

“Moan my name whore. Scream out who owns this ass!”

Tony demanded, his voice a harsh command that echoed in the small cell.

Greg hesitated for a moment, his body trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation. But he knew better than to defy Tony. He took a deep breath and forced the words out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You own this ass, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Greg’s spine. “That’s right, you little slut. I own every fucking inch of you.”

He thrust forward again, his cock sliding deeper into Greg’s ass. Greg cried out, the pain intense and overwhelming. But he knew he had to endure it. He had to take it like a man.

“Louder!” Tony slapped his ass.

Tony demanded, his voice a harsh growl as he pounded into Greg with brutal force. Greg’s body convulsed with each thrust, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady cocktail that left him gasping for breath.

“Come on, you little slut,” Tony taunted, his grip on Greg’s hips tightening. “Scream out who owns this ass!”

Greg’s body tensed, the humiliation of the situation threatening to consume him. But he knew he had to play along, had to give Tony what he wanted. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as Tony’s cock slid in and out of him with a wet, slapping sound.

“Tony,” Greg gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tony!”

Greg screamed, his voice echoing off the cold concrete walls of the cell. “Tony owns this ass!”

Tony grunted in satisfaction, his hips slamming into Greg with renewed vigor. “That’s right, you little bitch. Now beg for it. Beg for my cock.”

Greg’s body shook with humiliation, but he knew better than to refuse. “Please, Tony,” he panted, his voice ragged. “Please fuck my ass. Please give me your big cock.”

Tony chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg’s hips tightening. “You’re a natural at this, you little slut.”

Greg screamed, his voice echoing off the cold cinder block walls of the cell. “Tony owns this ass!”

Tony grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light. “That’s right, you little bitch. Now beg for it.”

Greg hesitated, his pride warring with his self-preservation. But the feel of Tony’s thick cock stretching him open was too much. “Please, Tony,” he panted. “Fuck me harder. Make me take it all.”

Tony chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Greg’s spine. “You want it harder, you little slut? You want me to break in this ass?”

“You going to say my name fag?”Tony asked, a cruel smirk on his face. Greg nodded, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. Tony chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Greg's spine. “You're gonna regret this, you little bitch.” He spat on Greg's hole again, rubbing it in with his thumb. Greg gasped at the sudden contact, his body tensing. Tony just laughed, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Relax, whore. You're gonna need to take every inch of my cock if you want to survive in here.” He positioned himself at Greg's entrance, his thick cock pressing against the tight hole. Greg took a deep breath, trying to relax as Tony pushed forward.

“you going to squeal like a little bitch while i fuck you?”

Tony asked, his voice a low growl as he pulled Greg's hips back, angling his cock deeper into Greg's tight hole.

Greg nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he panted. "Break me in, Tony."

Tony chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "You're gonna regret saying that, you little bitch." He pulled back, then slammed forward, his cock burying itself deep inside Greg's ass.

Greg screamed, the pain intense and overwhelming. But Tony didn't stop. He set a brutal pace, fucking Greg with long, deep strokes that hit every nerve ending in Greg's ass.

“You’re hole will always remember my cock. That you let a man stick his hard cock in your sissy ass.”

Tony’s voice was a harsh growl as he pounded into Greg with brutal force. “You’re gonna take every inch of it like a good little cocksucker.”

Greg’s body shook with each thrust, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady cocktail that left him gasping for breath. He could feel every inch of Tony’s thick shaft sliding in and out of him, the veins pulsing against his tight hole.

The friction sent waves of pain and pleasure coursing through him, and he could feel his own cock throbbing in response. He was humiliatingly hard, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed in protest.

“Look at that,” Tony sneered, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looked down at Greg’s leaking cock. “You’re loving this, you little slut. You’re loving the way my cock feels in your ass.”

Greg tried to deny it, but Tony just laughed, his hips slamming into him with renewed vigor. “Don’t lie to me, you little bitch. Moan for me! Moan so loud the whole block can hear you taking my cock!”

Tony demanded, his voice a harsh bark that echoed off the cold concrete walls. Greg’s body shook as he tried to comply, his voice ragged as he screamed out in pleasure and pain. “Fuck, Tony! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!” Tony grunted in satisfaction, his hips slamming into Greg with renewed vigor. Beg for it. Beg for my cock.” Greg’s body was on fire, his skin flushed and sweaty as Tony pounded into him with brutal force. He could feel every inch of the man’s thick shaft sliding in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

“Show them what a sissy you are!”

Tony demanded, his voice a harsh bark that echoed off the cold concrete walls. Greg’s body shook with humiliation, but he knew better than to disobey. He took a deep breath and let out a loud, guttural moan, the sound filling the small cell and spilling out into the hallway.

“That’s right, you little slut,” Tony growled, his hips moving faster. “Let them all hear you getting fucked by a real man.”

Greg’s body convulsed as Tony’s cock slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He could feel his own cock throbbing in time with Tony’s thrusts, the sensation overwhelming and humiliating. His moans were loud and shocking to his own ears as he was pounded. He sounded like a whore. He sounded like he wanted it.

“does your wife moan this loud when you fuck her?”

Tony taunted, his voice a harsh growl as he pounded into Greg with brutal force. Greg could only manage a weak shake of his head, his body wracked with pleasure and pain. “I bet she doesn’t,” Tony sneered. “I bet she’s never had a real man’s cock inside her like this.”

Greg’s body tensed at the mention of his wife, but Tony just laughed, his hips slamming into him harder. “You like that, don’t you, you little slut?”Tony taunted, his voice a harsh growl as he pounded into Greg with brutal force. Greg’s body shook with each thrust, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady cocktail that left him gasping for breath. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as Tony’s cock slid in and out of him with a wet, slapping sound.

“No,” Greg panted, his voice ragged. “She never moans like this.”

Tony chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg’s hips tightening. “That’s because she’s never had a real man’s cock inside her, you little slut. But you have. This tight hole is squeezing me so hard. Whose hole is this?”

“Whose ass is this?”

“Yours,” Greg gasped, his voice ragged as he tried to keep up with Tony’s relentless pace. “It’s yours.”

“That’s right,” Tony sneered, his hips slamming into Greg with renewed vigor. “This is my ass. This is my cock. And this is my fucking hole.”

Greg’s body shook with each thrust, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady cocktail that left him gasping for breath.

“Whose tight little ass is this?”

“Yours,” Greg gasped, his body convulsing with each thrust. “It’s yours, Tony.”

“That’s right,” Tony grunted, his hips slamming into Greg with renewed vigor. “This is my ass. This is my cock. And this is my fucking whore.”

Greg’s body shook as Tony’s cock slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He couldn’t help it, and to his horror he came on himself.

Tony laughed, a harsh sound that echoed off the cold walls. “Look at that, you little slut. You came all over yourself like a fucking teenager.” He pulled out, his cock glistening with Greg’s spit and cum. “Clean it up, bitch.” He held his cock to Greg’s mouth, rubbing the head against his lips. “Lick it clean.”

Greg hesitated for a moment, but one look at Tony’s face and he knew better than to disobey. He opened his mouth, taking the head of Tony’s cock between his lips. He could taste himself, the salty, slightly bitter taste of his own cum coating Tony’s shaft.

Tony laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the small cell. “Look at that, you little slut. You came all over yourself like a fucking teenager.” He pulled out of Greg, his cock glistening with Greg’s spit and cum. “Clean me up, you little bitch.” He held his cock out to Greg, who hesitated for a moment before taking it in his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue. The taste of their combined cum was salty and bitter, but Greg did as he was told, licking and sucking until Tony’s cock was clean.

Tony grabbed Greg by the hair, pulling him off his cock. “Good boy,” he sneered. “Now get on your hands and knees.

I want to see that ass up in the air.” Tony commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. Greg hesitated for a moment, his body still shaking from the intense orgasm. But he knew better than to disobey. He quickly complied, getting on his hands and knees and presenting his ass to Tony.

Tony chuckled darkly, running a rough hand over Greg's ass. “You're still so fucking tight, you little slut. I can't wait to fuck this ass again.”

Greg's body tensed at the thought, but he knew there was no use in fighting it. He was Tony's now, to use and abuse as he saw fit.

I want to see that ass up in the air.” Tony commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. Greg hesitated for a moment, but one look at Tony's face and he knew better than to disobey. He quickly complied, getting on his hands and knees and presenting his ass to Tony.

Tony chuckled darkly, running a rough hand over Greg's ass. “Look at that, all red and puffy from my cock. You liked that, didn't you, you little slut?”

Greg gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the humiliating truth. But Tony just laughed, his hand coming down hard on Greg's ass, leaving a red handprint.

“Answer me, you little bitch. Did you like taking my cock up your tight little ass?” Tony demanded, his voice a harsh growl as he ran a rough hand over Greg's reddened ass cheeks.

Greg gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the humiliating truth. But Tony just laughed, his hand coming down hard on Greg's ass again, leaving another red handprint.

“Answer me!” Tony growled, his voice echoing off the cold concrete walls.

Greg took a deep breath, knowing he had no choice but to comply. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I liked it.”

Tony chuckled darkly, his hand coming down on Greg's ass again.

“You're such a fucking whore, aren't you? You love getting fucked by big, hard cocks.”

Greg bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

“You're gonna take it like a good little slut, aren't you?” Tony sneered, his hand coming down on Greg's ass again. “You're gonna take every inch of my cock up that tight little ass.”

Greg nodded, his body shaking with fear and humiliation. He knew he had no choice but to comply.

"That's right, you little slut. You fucking loved it, didn't you? You loved the way my big cock stretched your tight little hole."

Greg's body tensed at the harsh words, but he couldn't deny the truth. He had loved it, despite the humiliation and pain. He had loved the feeling of Tony's thick cock filling him up, the way it had made him feel so used and degraded.

"Now, turn around," Tony commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. "I want to see your face while I fuck you. While you take my big white cock in that tight black hole.”

Tony sneered, his eyes gleaming with lust as he positioned himself behind Greg, his thick cock pressing against Greg's tight hole.

Greg took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what was to come. He could feel the heat of Tony's body behind him, the rough texture of the concrete wall pressing into his hands as he braced himself.

Tony grabbed Greg's hips, pulling him back and angling his cock at Greg's entrance. Greg could feel the head of Tony's cock pressing against his hole, the heat of it searing into his skin.

"Relax, you little bitch," Tony commanded, his voice harsh.

Tony sneered, grabbing Greg by the chin and forcing him to look up at him. “You’re gonna look at me while I fuck you, you little slut. You’re gonna see who’s in charge here.”

Greg’s heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Tony, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. He could feel Tony’s thick cock pressing against his hole, ready to slide back inside him.

“Say it,” Tony demanded, his voice a harsh growl. “Say you’re my little slut.”

Greg hesitated for a moment, but one look at Tony’s face and he knew better than to refuse. “I’m your little slut,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Your hole. I belong to you.”

“That’s right and I’m going to stretch this hole out nice and sloppy. Say you want that.”

Tony smirked, his grip tightening on Greg's chin. “Say you want my big white cock to stretch your little black ass out.”

Greg's breath hitched as he felt Tony's cock pressing against his hole again, the head of it slick with cum. He knew he had to say it, had to give Tony what he wanted.

"I want it," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. "I want your big white cock to stretch my little black ass out."

Tony chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“You’re such a sissy.”Tony smirked, his cock pressing harder against Greg's hole. Greg's body tensed, but he knew better than to resist. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, feeling Tony's cock slip inside him.

"Fuck," Greg groaned as Tony's cock filled him up, stretching him wide. He could feel every inch of the man's thick shaft sliding into him, the veins pulsing against his tight hole.

"Look at that," Tony chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "You're taking it like a champ, you little slut. Look at that face, you look like a common slut.”

Tony sneered, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he fucked Greg's ass. “You’re taking my cock like a pro, you little bitch.”

Greg could feel every inch of Tony's thick shaft sliding in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He could feel his own cock throbbing in response, leaking pre-cum onto the cold concrete floor.

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut?” Tony taunted, his voice a harsh growl as he slammed into Greg with renewed vigor. “You like the way my big cock feels in your tight little ass.”

Greg bit his lip, trying to hold back the humiliating truth. Tony sneered, his hips moving slowly, his cock sliding in and out of Greg's ass with ease now. Greg's body was slick with sweat, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes glazed over with lust and humiliation. He was a mess, a pathetic, fucked-out mess, and Tony loved every second of it.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Tony groaned, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "I could fuck you all day, you little slut." Greg's body shook as Tony's cock slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as Tony's thick shaft hit every nerve ending in his ass.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Greg groaned, his voice ragged as he tried to hold back.

"Not yet, you little slut," Tony growled, his hips moving faster. "You don't come until I say so."

Greg gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the overwhelming sensation. But Tony just laughed, his cock slamming into him harder and faster.

"Come on, you little bitch," Tony taunted. "Show me what a pathetic little whore you are. Beg for it."

"Please," Greg panted, his body convulsing with each thrust.

"Please let me come, Tony."

Tony chuckled darkly, his hips moving at a punishing pace. "Beg for it, you little slut. Beg for my permission to come all over yourself."

Greg's body shook with humiliation, but he knew better than to refuse. "Please, Tony," he begged, his voice ragged. "Please let me come. I need to come so bad."

Tony laughed, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "You need it, don't you, you little whore? You need to come all over yourself while I fuck your tight little ass."

"Y-yes," Greg admitted, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. "I need it, Tony.

I need to come so bad," Greg begged, his voice ragged and desperate. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release as Tony's thick cock pounded into him with relentless force.

Tony chuckled darkly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm. "You're such a pathetic little slut, aren't you? You can't even come without my permission."

Greg's body shook with each thrust, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady cocktail that left him gasping for breath. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Tony's thick shaft hit every nerve ending in his ass.

"Please, Tony," Greg begged again, his voice barely above a whisper.

I need to come so bad," Greg begged, his voice ragged and desperate. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release as Tony's thick cock pounded into him with relentless force.

Tony chuckled darkly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm. "You're such a pathetic little slut, aren't you? You can't even come without my permission."

"Please, Tony," Greg begged again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t want you to be able to ever forget who claimed this ass.” Tony grunted. Tony chuckled darkly, his hips slowing down. "Not yet, you little slut. You're not ready to come yet." He leaned forward, his breath hot on Greg's ear. "I want to see you suffer. I want to see you beg for it."

Greg's body trembled with frustration, but he knew better than to disobey. Tony pulled out of him suddenly, leaving Greg feeling empty and desperate. He heard Tony spit, then felt the wet warmth of it on his asshole.

"Get on your back," Tony commanded, his voice harsh. Greg quickly complied, flipping over onto his back and looking up at Tony with pleading eyes.

Tony loomed over him, his cock glistening with spit and cum, the head already swelling with anticipation.

"Spread your legs, you little slut," Tony commanded, his voice harsh. Greg obeyed, spreading his legs wide and presenting himself to Tony like an offering.

Tony chuckled darkly, running a rough hand over Greg's thigh. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you? You want this cock, don't you? You want me to fuck your tight little hole with my big, hard dick."

Greg bit his lip, trying to hold back the humiliating truth. His cock was rock hard, throbbing against his stomach, and he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting against the cold concrete floor in search of some friction.

Tony smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looked down at Greg's desperate form. "You're a needy little bitch, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice a harsh growl. "Always so desperate for my cock."

Greg nodded, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. "Yes, Tony," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need your cock. Please, Tony.”

Tony’s smile was cruel. He whistled, “hey Gordon. Come look at this.”

The corrupt gaurd came back to the cell. There was a tent in his pants as he looked at me, spread out for Tony.

“Man, his hole is all sloppy. You really fucked him good.”

I blushed and tried to move my hand to cover my gaping hole.

“Capture this.” Tony told the gaurd as he dangled his cock by my mouth. Gordon took out his phone and pressed record.

“Go on Greg, tell them what you want, what you begged for.”

Tony commanded, his voice harsh.

Greg's face burned with humiliation, but he knew he couldn't refuse. He took a deep breath and looked up at Gordon, his eyes meeting the guard's lecherous gaze.

“I-I begged Tony to let me come,” Greg admitted, his voice shaking. “I begged him to let me come all over myself while he fucked my ass.”

Gordon chuckled, his eyes flicking back and forth between Tony's cock and Greg's desperate, spread-eagle form. “Fuck, look at him.”Tony gloated, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he stood between Greg's spread legs, his thick cock in hand.

Greg hesitated, but Tony just laughed, his grip tightening on his cock. “Tell them, or I’ll make sure you never get another piece of this cock.”

Greg’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. He looked up at Tony, then at Gordon who was now holding his phone out, a lewd smile on his face.

“I-I wanted him to fuck me,” Greg admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Tony teased Greg’s joke with his cockhead before removing it again.

“anything else?” Tony asked.

Greg hesitated, but Tony’s grip on his cock tightened, and Gordon’s eager eyes were a further motivation. He took a deep breath and said, “I wanted him to fuck me hard. I wanted to feel every inch of his big cock in my ass.”

Tony chuckled, “That’s it, you little slut. Now tell them how good it felt.”

Greg’s eyes met Tony’s, and he could see the cruel satisfaction in them. He swallowed hard and said, “It felt good. It hurt at first, but then it started to feel…good. I felt so full, and his cock was so big. It was my first. My holes belong to Tony.”

His hand moved up and down his shaft, stroking himself in slow, deliberate movements. Greg's mouth watered at the sight of Tony's thick cock, still shiny with their combined fluids.

Tony looked down at Greg, a cruel smirk on his face. “You want this cock, don't you, you little slut? You want me to fuck that dirty hole of yours again, don't you?”

Greg nodded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire. “Yes, Tony,” he admitted, his voice ragged. “I want your cock.”

Tony lifted his cock to Greg’s lips. “Kiss it.” Tony commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. Greg hesitated for a moment, but the cold steel of Tony’s intentions were clear. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the head of Tony’s cock, feeling the wet heat of it against his mouth.

“That’s it, slut,” Tony growled, his hips thrusting forward slightly, his cock sliding between Greg’s lips. “Lick it. Taste yourself on it.”

Greg’s tongue darted out, tracing the rim of Tony’s cockhead, tasting the salty, bitter flavor of their combined cum.

He felt Tony’s hand press down on the back of his head, forcing his mouth further onto Tony’s shaft. He gagged slightly as Tony pushed deeper, his cockhead hitting the back of Greg’s throat.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” Tony groaned, his hips beginning to move, fucking Greg’s face with slow, deep thrusts. “Take my cock like a good little cocksucker.”

Greg’s eyes watered as he tried to breathe through his nose, his nostrils flaring as he took in Tony’s scent. It was a mix of sweat, cum, and something darker, something that screamed of power and dominance.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh, feeling Tony’s body tense above him.

“Fuck yes,” Tony groaned, his hips jerking slightly as Greg’s tongue explored his cock. “That’s it, you little slut. Clean your master’s cock.”

Greg took the head of Tony’s cock into his mouth, his lips sealing around the shaft as he began to suck. He could feel the veins pulsing beneath his tongue, the heat of Tony’s body radiating down the length of his cock. He moved his head up and down, taking more of Tony’s length into his mouth with each pass.

“this guy has taken my load in his mouth at least three times a week since he’s gotten here.” Tony said to the camera. “And he still can’t get enough.” Tony concluded, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he watched Greg suck his cock. Greg’s mouth was full of Tony’s cock, his jaw aching as he tried to take more of it. He could taste the sharp, bitter tang of Tony’s precum, could feel the veins of Tony’s cock pulsing against his tongue. He knew what Tony wanted, what he always wanted, and he fought against the gag reflex that threatened to overwhelm him.

Gordon, the corrupt guard, chuckled, his phone still recording as he watched the scene unfold before him. “Fuck, look at him go.

He’s a fucking champion cock-sucker,” Gordon laughed, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. He wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. From the other cells, catcalls and jeers echoed through the halls. “Show them what a filthy little whore you are, Greg,” Tony taunted, his hand fisting in Greg’s hair. “Show them how much you love sucking cock.”

Greg’s lips stretched around Tony’s thick shaft, his throat working as he took more of it in. He could taste the saltiness of Tony’s skin, the sharp tang of his sweat.

He gagged as Tony thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of Greg's throat and triggering another wave of tears. But he didn't pull back. He knew better than to refuse. He took a deep breath through his nose and swallowed around Tony's shaft, relaxing his throat and taking more of him in.

"Fuck, that's it," Tony groaned, his hips moving faster. "Take it all, you little cocksucker. Show them how much you love taking my big cock down your throat."

Greg's eyes watered as he tried to breathe, but Tony didn't give him a chance.

He could feel the heavy weight of Tony’s balls against his chin, the coarse hair tickling his nose. He gagged again, but Tony just laughed, his grip on Greg’s hair tightening as he forced his cock deeper down Greg’s throat.

“That’s it, you little slut,” Tony grunted, his hips moving faster, fucking Greg’s face with brutal force. “Take it all, you fucking whore. Take every last inch of my cock down that pretty little throat.”

Greg’s body shook with each thrust, his eyes watering as he struggled to keep up with the relentless pace.

“He’s probably tasted the cock of at least five other men while he’s been here.” Tony directed to the camera. “But only I own his ass.”

Tony snarled, his voice harsh and possessive as he fucked Greg's face. “Only I get to fuck that tight little hole of his. Isn’t that right, whore?”

Greg managed a muffled agreement around Tony's cock, his eyes watering with the effort and humiliation of it all. He could feel the slime of precum dripping down his chin, the taste of Tony's sweat and cum filling his mouth. He gagged as Tony pulled out, but before Greg could catch his breath, Tony spun him around and forced him back onto his knees. Tony growled, his hand wrapping around Greg’s throat, pulling him back so he could look into his eyes. “You hear me, bitch? You’re mine. Every inch of you belongs to me. Now show the world how much you love it.”

Greg nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to breathe. Tony's grip on his neck tightened, his cock still deep in Greg's throat.

“Say it,” Tony commanded, his voice a harsh growl. “Say you love my cock in your throat.”

Greg gagged again, but managed to choke out the words.

"I... I love your cock... in my throat," he choked out, tears streaming down his face.

Tony's grip on his neck loosened slightly, allowing Greg to breathe. "That's right, you little slut," Tony growled. "You love taking my cock, don't you? You love being used like a fucking hole, don't you?"

Greg nodded, his eyes watering as he looked up at Tony. "Yes," he whispered. "I love it."

Tony's eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. "Good," he said. "Now spread your hole open. Show the camera how my cum paints your insides while you suck me off.”

Tony commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

Greg reached back, spreading his cheeks wide to give Tony and the camera a clear view of his hole. He felt the cool air hit his wet, abused flesh, causing him to shiver.

Tony spat on his hole again, the warm saliva mixing with the lube and sweat already coating his skin. “Gonna fuck your throat while you finger that dirty hole, you little slut. Make yourself come while I use your body like a fucking fucktoy.” Tony snarled, his voice laced with cruel pleasure.

“Now show them how you finger that dirty hole while I fuck your throat.” He spat on Greg’s exposed hole again, his fingers playing with the wetness.

Greg shuddered, the sensation sending waves of humiliation and desire through him. He shifted his weight, positioning one hand behind him to spread his cheeks, and the other to probe his abused hole. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the raw, sensitive flesh, but the camera's presence and Tony's commanding voice urged him on.

“Come on, you little slut,” Tony taunted, his hips moving faster, fucking Greg’s face with increased ferocity. “Get those fingers in there, you fucking whore. Show them how a real man likes to use your ass.”

Greg hesitated, then slowly slid two fingers into his hole. He gasped at the intrusion, the sensitive tissue burning with the stretch. He looked back at Tony, his eyes meeting the man's gaze as he began to move his fingers in and out of his ass. Tony grunted in approval, his hips moving as he fucked Greg's throat. “Fuck your own ass while I fuck your throat. Feel my cum in your hole from me breaking you in.”

Tony taunted, his eyes locked on Greg as he thrust his cock deeper into Greg’s mouth.

Tony's fingers gripped Greg's hair tightly, pulling his head back and forcing him to look up at the camera. Gordon was still filming, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he captured every humiliating moment.

"That's right, little slut," Tony said, his voice harsh with lust. "Show them how much you love taking my cock in your throat while you finger your fucking ass."Tony ordered, spitting on Greg’s fingers as he pushed them deeper into his ass. Greg groaned, the sound vibrating around Tony’s cock as he fucked his throat. He could feel the heat of Tony’s cum inside him, the sticky fluid coating his insides and making his fingers glide in and out of him with ease. It was humiliating and degrading, but there was no denying the pleasure he felt as well.

Tony reached down, taking Greg’s cock in his hand and squeezing it roughly. Greg moaned around Tony’s cock, the sound desperate and needy. Tony laughed, his grip on Greg’s cock tightening.

Greg's fingers moved in and out of his hole, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure mixed with pain through his body.

He could feel Tony's cock swelling in his mouth, the head throbbing against his tongue as Tony's orgasm approached.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come, you little slut," Tony grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Greg's throat with brutal force. "You want my cum, don't you? You want me to fill your pretty little mouth with my hot, sticky load?"

Greg nodded as much as Tony's grip on his hair would allow, his fingers moving faster in his ass, fucking himself in time with Tony's thrusts. He could feel the heat building in his own balls, his orgasm approaching like a runaway train.

He wanted to come so badly, but he knew better than to disobey Tony's commands. He looked up at Tony, his eyes pleading for permission.

"Please, Tony," he begged, his voice muffled around Tony's cock. "Please let me come."

Tony chuckled darkly, his hips slowing down slightly. You're not ready yet."

Greg groaned in frustration, his fingers moving faster in his ass, trying to bring himself to the edge of orgasm. But it was no use. Tony had him in a chokehold, both literally and figuratively.

"Please, Tony," he begged again, his voice ragged and desperate.

He tried to hold back, to wait for Tony's permission, but it was too late. His body betrayed him, and he felt himself coming, his cock pulsing in Tony's hand as hot ropes of cum shot out, coating Tony's fingers and Greg's stomach.

Tony groaned, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He pulled out of Greg's mouth just in time, his cock throbbing as he came all over Greg's face and chest. The hot, sticky fluid dripped down Greg's cheeks and chin, mixing with the spit and cum already coating his skin.

That video had been seen by millions and by the next year when Greg was released from jail he had taken Tony’s load over 290 times and the video was a viral sensation.

The internet was filled with memes and jokes about Greg’s “talents” and he was known as the “Prison Whore” to the world.

But Greg didn’t care about any of that. He had survived prison, and he had done it by using his body to get what he needed. He had learned to take pleasure in the pain and humiliation, to find release in the most degrading of acts. He was no longer the man he had been before prison. He was something else now, something darker and more twisted.

As he walked out of the prison gates, he felt a sense of freedom he hadn’t felt in years.

The internet had dubbed him “Prison Slut Greg” and he was infamous.

Greg was released on a technicality, the evidence against him had been tampered with and he was finally a free man. But freedom didn't come easy. He was a pariah, shunned by society and haunted by the ghost of his past. He was a celebrity in the world of underground porn, but a nobody in the real world.

He found himself in a seedy motel room, the kind with hourly rates and thin walls. He had been here for days, drinking himself into a stupor, trying to forget the life he had left behind. His wife was ashamed of him. Swore he couldn’t love her anymore if he was a gay prison slut. But he wasn’t .

He was a man who had been broken and rebuilt in the fires of hell. He was a man who had learned to take pleasure in pain and humiliation. He was a man who had been forced to use his body to survive.

He had been released from prison, but the world outside was just as harsh and unforgiving as the inside. He was still alive, still breathing, and still very much a man. He just needed to find a way to live with what he had become.

As he sat on the edge of the motel bed, staring at the cheap television blaring some reality show, there was a knock at the door. He hesitated, then got up and opened it. Standing there was a man he had never seen before. He was tall and muscular, with short dark hair and a thick beard. He was dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showed off his bulging muscles.

“Greg?” the man asked, his voice deep and commanding.

Greg nodded, his eyes narrowing as he took in the stranger. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice guarded.

The man smirked, his eyes traveling down Greg's body in a slow, appraising glance. "Name's Jake," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've heard a lot about you, Greg. I think we have some... mutual interests."

Greg's grip on the door tightened, his knuckles turning white. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice cold.

Jake chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down Greg's spine. "Don't play coy, Greg. I've seen the videos. I know what you like.

I know what you need." Jake's eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he stepped closer to Greg, his body towering over him. "And I'm here to give it to you."

Greg's heart pounded in his chest as he took in Jake's muscular frame, his eyes lingering on the bulge in Jake's jeans. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he didn't look away. He couldn't.

Jake reached out, his large hand wrapping around Greg's neck, pulling him closer. Greg's breath hitched as Jake's lips brushed against his ear, his voice a low growl. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you, Greg? Everyone heard how you begged. Come work for me.

I can give you what you need."

Greg's breath hitched as Jake's hand tightened around his neck, his thumb pressing into the pulse point on his throat. He could feel the heat of Jake's body against his, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against Greg's own. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Jake's.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Greg said again, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jake chuckled, his grip on Greg's neck loosening slightly. "Don't lie to me, Greg. I know what you are.

You're a fucking cocksucker, aren't you? You love taking cock in your mouth, don't you? You love feeling it slide down your throat, making you gag and choke. You love the taste of cum in your mouth, don't you? You love feeling like a dirty little slut, don't you?"

Greg's breath hitched as Jake's hand moved from his neck to his chest, his fingers tracing the outline of his nipples through his thin t-shirt. Jake's touch was rough and demanding, and Greg could feel his body responding to it despite himself.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Greg stammered, his voice shaking.

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