Submission Prison

Head guard Myles Landon owns the cell block. He keeps the newest meat in line with cuffs, steel, and a dick that splits men open. Nate Grimes sits strapped down, nuts crushed in a clamp, watching his cellmate Drew Dixon get wrecked. Drew is bent over a steel desk, boot lace pulled tight around his throat, Myles’ cock hammering straight into his guts. Every thrust knocks a grunt out of Drew. Myles grins at Nate and promises the same treatment, only worse. When he finally yanks out, he orders Nate to crawl over and tongue the gaping hole he just left. Drew, breathing through the boot, stops fighting and starts pushing back onto Nate’s mouth. Myles gets them both up, tells Nate to shove in and fuck like he means it. Nate pounds until his knees shake. Drew moans under the boot. Myles jerks off over both of them, mixing his load with theirs. He snaps the cuffs back on, marches them down the corridor, and slams the cell door. They drop to the concrete, still tasting his cum, already wondering what fresh hell waits at roll call tomorrow.