Jail Force Part 1 thru 6

Jail Force

Parts 1-6

By: Jimmy T Seay (malefiles.com – http://malefiles.com/)

(m+/t oral forced jail)

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17 year old Brian McKee was definitely not ‘jailhouse’ material. The five
foot six inch youth was extremely handsome. He was a cross between a young
Brad Pitt and a young Tom Cruise. Brian was blonde with melting ice blue
eyes. He had been blessed with high cheek bones, clear skin, long dark
eyelashes, and thick, dark red lips. His body was thick and well built. His
broad shoulders tapered in a ‘V’ to his 29 inched waist. His buttock was
high and full, blending down to strong thighs and sturdy legs. Brian was
more then the ‘boy next door’, he was the American ideal of virile male
beauty.

Brian had always, always been good looking. Puberty had just increased that
fact. Where some boys get akward as they change from boys to budding men,
Brian had not. Puberty had been a very short time factor in Brian’s life, he
had grown his first pubic hair at 12. He never endured the voice changing
process, his voice had seemed to change overnight, from boyness to maleness.

Genetics had been extremely good to Brian. His well shaped pecs had quarter
sized, pencil eraser sized nipples. His entire torso had remained smooth, no
hair hid the golden skin, except the light blonde dusting some call a
treasure trail. With Brian, the term ‘treasure trail’ was justified. The
blonde hair lead to his light brown bush. The pubic bush seemed to serve as
a frame for Brian’s manhood.

Brian had been blessed well in that department. In it’s natural state, his
cock jutted forward, it was thick, and prominate. When he was excited, it
firmed up into a eight inch rod, and resembled a 16 ounce can of beer. His
male package didn’t stop there, he had oversized testes, also. The testes
were very large, about the size of lemons, and they hung low. Even clothed,
his maleness was extremely noticeable.

Brian knew all of this, he thought of himself as a ‘total stud’. When he was
13, he discovered that girls and women found him to be extremely attractive.
Brian had used this to his advantage. He had left many broken hearts behind
him. He had also left angry, revengeful people.

In short, Brian had ‘fucked up’. And, Brian was about to learn what hurting
people is all about.

Brian had broken one heart to many, he had broken the heart of Maria Ortez.
As he was being booked, Brian had no idea that the jailer booking him was
one of Maria’s brothers. In all reality, Maria had just been another
conquest for Brian. Brian actually believed that females were lucky to be
able to enjoy a few couplings with him. Brian had no time in his life to
fall in love, his greatest love was his reflection in a mirror.

Brian knew his arrest was wrong, he did not know it was a set up. A drug
sniffing dog had found ‘weed’ in Brian’s school locker. Brian did not engage
in drugs of any kind. Brian liked himself too much to defile his body.

As he followed Officer Ortez down the gray hallway, Brian’s main thoughts
were that in Texas, he could not play lottery at his age, yet he could be
placed in jail. Brian assumed his parents would arrive shortly to take him
home.

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Part 2 – The Tank
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Brian had been fingerprinted, photographed, and strip searched. His clothes
had been taken except for the blue boxers. He had been given a orange
coverall. The orange uniform had been too long, Brian rolled up the legs,
then placed the plastic sandals on his feet.

Officer Ortez led Brian down the corridor. He was leading him to one of
large tanks, it was intended for felons. Normally, someone of Brian’s age
would be placed in a single cell. The younger inmates didn’t fare well,
especially when they looked like Brian.

Ortez looked at Brian. Even the orange jumpsuit looked good on the kid. The
thin material covered Brian’s thick nipples, yet also seem to display them.
The elastic waist band emphasized the thick hams of the bubble butt, the
material hugged and flattered Brian’s shapely ass. The uniform’s loose
crotch made Brian’s big package appear stand out even more.

Ortez stopped Brian in front of a tank. The tank had steel bars separating
it from the corridor. Brian looked into the tank, one wall held six bunks,
bolted to a cement block wall. The opposite wall held a long metal table and
a long bench. The table was bolted to another cement wall, the benches legs
were bolted to the floor. The back wall contained a metal shower stall, two
stainless steel toilets, and two stainless steel sinks. Above each sink, was
a small stainless steel mirror.

Brian looked to the middle of the tank. Four men sat around on a green army
blanket, playing some type of card game. As Ortez fumbled with a very large
key, the men turned towards the sound. Ortez unlocked a framed barred door
in the middle of the barred wall. He swung it open and nodded at Brian.

As Brian walked into the tank, all four men stared. Brian suddenly felt
very, very uncomfortable. Brian had felt stares of this type before. His
good looks had gotten the attention of other males many times in the past.
Brian knew these stares for exactly what they were.

Ortez closed the tank door. He stood for just a second, looking in. He
smiled, thinking of the weed he had gotten planted in Brian’s school locker.
Ortez turned and headed back towards the booking area. He would return
later, and see what vengeance he had caused for his sisters honor.

The four men looked at the golden boy who had just entered their space.
Three of the men were simply waiting for the next chain bus to prison, they
had already been sentenced. The fourth man was being held for a parole
violation hearing, then he would also be heading towards Huntsville, Texas.

All four of the men had spent years of their life’s incarcerated. This was a
way of life to them. The oldest of the four was Don Taylor. Don had just
received a 20 year sentence for armed robbery. He had turned 38 years old in
this very tank. Many of his birthdays had been spent behind bars. He was
slightly over six foot, years of labor in prison had his 200 pound frame in
excellent shape.

The next, was Keith Woods. Keith was 35, he had a 12 year hitch for drugs.
Keith was a compact man, he was five foot eight, and weighed 150. He did
constant sit ups, push ups, and pull ups to keep his body lean and firm.

Then we have Bruno Rivera. Bruno was five ten, and 168 pounds. This was
Bruno’s sixth felony sentence. Bruno actually preferred prison life to
living in the free world. It was his lust for boys that made him constantly
return to life behind bars. Bruno was 31 years old. He was the parole
violator.

Last but not least, was Ricky Smith. Ricky was six foot three. This was his
second time to be convicted. Ricky was 25. His 225 pound body was strong. He
was a petty car thief, his mind had no where near the strength of his
muscular body.

All of these men had forgotten their card game. They stared at the young
blonde boy like he was a vision.

Indeed, to these men who had known no sexual relief for days, but for their
own hands, Brian was a vision, almost like a gift.

Brian could no longer stand the staring men. He thought of the expression,
‘a deer caught in headlights’. Brian walked to an empty bunk. He begin to
make it with the coarse sheets and army blanket Ortez had given him.

The men continued to stare, as Brian bent to make his bunk, he presented a
rare treat. His butt flexed as he moved, and the orange jumpsuit tightened
over the strong muscled ass cheeks.

Bruno’s large cock began to wake up, to him, it was as if Brian was
purposely teasing. As Bruno watched Brian making the bunk, a wet spot formed
on his own jumpsuit. A tubular shape begin to cause a bulge under the orange
material.

The other men began to have the same reactions. Not a word was said. As
Brian begin putting the plastic covered pillow in a case, together, all four
men rose, and walked towards him.

Brian heard and felt the movement, he quickly turned around. The four men
were on him, there was nothing the golden boy could do except scream. And
scream for help he did, at the top of his deep voice.

Ortez heard the yells faintly. He smiled.

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Part 3 – The Lusting
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None of the men concerned themselves with Brian’s screams. They knew that
Brian had been placed in their tank for a reason. The Hispanic jailer had
intended this boy to be their play toy. They weren’t sure how long they
would be able to enjoy the pretty toy the jailer had gifted them with, so
they had moved fast.

Convicts are like wild dogs, they run in a pack. Just like dogs, there is a
leader. In this tank, the leader was Don Taylor. Don did not need words or
actions to control his pack. His very presence put him in charge.

As the men had charged Brian, they moved in union, almost as if they had a
script. Bruno grabbed the boy’s arms, pinning them behind Brian’s strong
back. Keith and Ricky each held one of Brian’s beefy legs.

Brian tensed every muscle in his body, calling on all of his strength.