Jerry In Prison – Part 2: The Temple of Torture

The guard-captain was holding Jerry’s handcuffed arms behind his back as he led the condemned man, naked, to the Temple of Torture. Jerry’s heart was racing. Yet again, his mind was full of thoughts of how he could have done things differently at home, wishing more than ever that he had never gone with his buddies to rob that store. But no, he wanted them to think he was cool, and look where it landed him. He had just been brutally beaten and raped by the sadistic Warden Polinski, and now he was being taken to a special room just for more of that, plus God knows what else. He didn’t say a word as he walked; he was sure that if he opened his mouth even once, he would either start crying like a baby in spite of himself, or be sick.

Though it was a fairly short walk, it seemed to go on forever, and with each step Jerry took, his anxiety shot up several levels. To him, it felt like he was being led to the gallows. And even now, he foolishly wished he was; right now, death felt like a blessing compared to what he was about to be subjected to. Other prisoners watched as Jerry was led to his doom. Some of them had pitying, sympathetic looks on their faces, while others snickered behind their hands.

Finally, they reached a door that had a huge picture of skull and crossbones on it. The Temple of Torture lay within. The guard-captain reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold, which he put over Jerry’s eyes. Jerry was trembling and sweating profusely as he heard three loud knocks, and the door open…

Jerry was led a few steps inside. The room was stiflingly hot and humid. He heard light laughter as he entered and assumed that it must be the men who were about to further destroy his ass. Then the guard-captain spoke.

“I’m gonna take the handcuffs off now, and if you make any sudden movements, the rest of your time in this place will be THE worst time of your life. These men are about to show you what happens when you break the top rules in this prison. They are your masters, you are their slave; you are their bitch! Your body is for them to abuse and torment!”

And with that, he unlocked the uncomfortably tight cuffs, and Jerry stood still, fearing what would happen if he didn’t. “Boys, he’s all yours!” said the captain, and he removed Jerry’s blindfold and took his exit.

Five naked men stood side-by-side in front of Jerry, each of their faces lit up with cruel excitement.

The first man, on the far left was named Chico. He was a short but muscular Mexican man. His face was mean-looking with a short black goatee and mustache, and his torso bore several tattoos. His dick stood erect at only about 7 inches, but it had a decent girth of about 2 inches. Chico was a rough-and-tumble guy of20, who got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was now in jail for drug trafficking.

Next to Chico stood Malik. Malik was a tall, strapping, dark-skinned Black man of about 25. His head was shaven bald and he had a very menacing look about him. His cock was less thick than Chico’s, but it was still quite long at about 9½ inches. He was in prison for a long term on several charges, including drug possession, assault on a female, raping his ex-girlfriend and molesting her daughter.

In the middle was Franco. Franco was a rough, tough, highly pugnacious, 23-year-old white man, taller than Chico, but slightly shorter than Malik. He was not very big, but he had rock-hard, well-built muscles and tattoos covered his upper torso, and Jerry knew his reputation of fighting in the prison; he was a very good fighter and he was very strong. And he was the biggest wigger Jerry had ever known. He had short, dark hair and a brutal, badass-looking face with a scar over his left eye that he had received in a fight. A rigid 10-by-2 inches of cock protruded from his hips. Franco was in for the same length of time as Jerry, though his time was almost over, for several cases of assault and fighting.

Second from the right stood Ray. Ray was another Black man, light-skinned with dreadlocks, rather short and only slightly pot-bellied, with a few tattoos. Apart from the others, he had a young, innocent-looking face, but those who really knew him knew not to be fooled; the boyish face only concealed a cruel, icy soul. The 27-year-old man was in prison on a 25-to-life sentence for murdering his own mother in cold blood. His cock was roughly the same length as Chico’s, but with a little less girth.

But Jerry almost fainted with horror upon seeing the man that stood on the far right. It was the man every single inmate in the prison feared above anyone else, besides Warden Polinski. LUKAS.

Lukas was a very tall, very muscular man, a giant compared to the others. He was white, but his skin had a dark tone to it, or maybe it only looked that way because he had a copious amount of body hair. The top of his head had a very small amount of stubble, and he had a thick mustache and beard; he was one of those hyper-masculine bears. And his cock was by far the biggest out of all the men, perhaps even of all men in the prison. 12 inches jutted straight out from his hips, and it had a girth of about 2½ inches. Some people wondered foolishly if he had ever injected steroids straight into his dick; no man could POSSIBLY have a dick of that size by nature, could they?

35-year-old Lukas was one of the most notorious men in the upper Midwest. Roughly ten years ago, he had been condemned to spend the rest of his life in prison after his six-month reign of terror, during which he had viciously raped more than 300 men and more than 100 young boys across three states, finally killing two boys out of rage. It was rumored than it was his ambition to be sent to prison for life so that he could rape any man he wanted and not get in trouble for it. His only definition of “sex” was his mutated dick beating the shit out of another man’s asshole. Any man he raped would never be the same after he was done with them. Since Jerry had been in prison, he had witnessed Lukas rape several men, at least two a day. But rumor also had it that he raped at least ten men each day. People also believed (and so far, it seemed to be true) that Lukas never set his eyes on any particular man; he would just get a desire to rape, and whichever man was in the wrong place at the wrong time fell victim to being ravaged by the foot-long dick. And every prisoner was tested for HIV before they came; no one in this prison was positive, so Lukas didn’t have to worry about that. No inmate was safe or immune from Lukas’s wrath (except those who were lucky enough to befriend him), and all any man could do was pray that Lukas didn’t grab him next, but it was often said that as long as Lukas was living, there would be no man that could say that they went to this prison and got out without being raped by Lukas at least once.

So now here Jerry was, faced with his two biggest fears within the prison; a gang rape in the Temple of Torture, and the brutish, rape-happy Lukas. For the first time since he had been incarcerated, he wished that he had just turned his friends in at that trial; whatever they would have done was nothing compared to what was about to happen to him now. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to get out of it…

Jerry suddenly scrammed for the door and started banging hard on it, screaming for the guard-captain to let him out and he would never put his hands on another guard again. But a hand grabbed his left shoulder and turned him back around. He had a split second’s view of Franco’s glowering face before the latter’s fist collided with the side of his head. Jerry fell to the floor, feeling like he had been clubbed across the head with an iron bat. He started crying again.

“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Franco in his rough, medium-pitched voice, kicking him in the stomach.

Malik snickered. “This little bitch nigga think he special, cuz he don’t fuck with nobody like that. Shit don’t work like that around here, homeboy.”

Franco and Malik grabbed Jerry by the ankles and dragged him to a door on the other side of the room. It led to a personal bathroom, complete with sink, toilet and bathtub/shower. Malik dragged him into the shower and bent him over, holding his head firmly between his legs. Franco grabbed the shower hose which had, instead of a shower head, a nozzle attached to the end.

“We gotta make sure that butt is clean, nigga,” said Franco. “Cuz if I see any shit on my dick, I’ll kill you!” And he shoved the nozzle up Jerry’s ass and turned on the hot water. Jerry whined in pain as the water felt excruciating, filling his intestines. After ten seconds, Franco removed the hose and a torrent of water and tiny bits of fecal matter spewed from within. Five times Franco filled Jerry’s ass with hot water until he was quite sure no poop was left. He turned the water off and Malik parted his legs and lifted Jerry up. The two of them then dragged him out of the bathroom and to the middle of the Temple, where there was an elevated cot-like table. Franco lifted Jerry to his feet.

“No getting out of this one, BITCH!” he said, accenting the last word with a punch to Jerry’s gut. “You’re not going anywhere till we’re done!” And he bent Jerry over the table.

“The little puto wants to play rough, eh?” said Chico, staring directly into Jerry’s pained face just inches away. “Well, we’re gonna show you just how rough we can play, ese,” he whispered with a sick smile on his face. He reached down and from somewhere under the table withdrew a large spoon.

“Yo Ray,” he said. “You feel like spooning, homes?”

Jerry felt his insides clench. He had seen this in a movie, and it had seemed dreadfully realistic. Looking to his right, Jerry saw Ray’s innocent face smiling wickedly.

“Yeah,” he said in a high-pitched but cold voice. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“And I feel like getting some fuckin’ head!” said Franco.

Chico put the spoon up to Jerry’s mouth and said, “Lick it, pendejo!”

Whimpering in pain and shame, Jerry took the spoon into his mouth and allowed his saliva to lubricate it, even though he knew what was about to happen would still hurt like hell. After about ten seconds, Chico yanked the spoon out and handed it behind Jerry to Ray. Then he took his place on Jerry’s left and Malik stood on the right, and they forced Jerry’s shoulders downward so that he was now fully bent over the table. Franco stepped in front of Jerry, his 10-inch dick pointed right in front of his face. He lifted his chin up.

“You’re gonna suck my dick like a good little whore,” he snarled. “While my nigga Ray spoons with ya, understand?”

Jerry didn’t answer. Franco raised his eyebrows and said, “Well, Lukas…”

Lukas stepped up beside Malik and raised his huge hand, and with all his strength, brought it down on Jerry’s ass. Jerry screamed loudly and Franco took the opportunity, and shoved his cock roughly into his open mouth. Jerry choked and gagged and yelled, trying to get away, but Franco smacked the back of his neck, and so Jerry had no choice but to suck the huge dick in his mouth. He bobbed his head back and forth slowly until…

Jerry gave another agonized yell. The smacks from Lukas and Franco had stupefied him, and he had forgotten that Ray was standing behind him. Without warning, Ray had started to shove the spoon into Jerry’s already abused asshole. The pain was unbearable, and yet Ray did not stop. He gave a few short hard thrusts and then, he shoved the entire head of the spoon into his rectum. The pain was so intense that he inadvertently clenched his teeth around Franco’s dick.

“OWWWWWWW!!!!!”

Franco pulled himself out, cursing and yelling in pain and rage. Temporarily in shock, Chico and Malik released Jerry, and for a fleeting second, Jerry was free and got off the table. He pushed Lukas as he got up, but next second, Malik and Chico had grabbed him and held him steady on his feet.

Franco turned around to face Jerry, his face contorted with utmost fury. Jerry knew he was in for it now.

“You bit my fuckin’ dick, nigga!” he yelled, pointing down at the teeth marks Jerry had made.