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The Prison Writer – Chapter 11

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By Joshua Ryan

The gate was stuck in the wall like a black tooth.  “Cargo of eight,” we heard the driver say.  “Yeah.  OK.  Thanks.”  Soon there was the sound of an old motor reluctantly starting up, and half of the double gate swung back on its hinges.  The bus moved through and halted, blocked by another enormous gate.  The first gate closed behind us; we waited in the stone box between the gates, engine switched off.  Finally two men in gray were seen, walking around the bus and inspecting it.  Then the engine came on; the second gate opened; the bus crept into the prison.

What’s the first thing you see when you enter the walls of Maskawa?  You see crap.  You see a giant wall with razor wire attached to its top and a line of prison trucks parked at its foot —white bugs ganging in a basement.  You see a garage made out of an old Quonset hut.  You see delivery trucks — Philly’s Farms, Industrial Needs, Plastics Plus — backed into a loading dock.  Then you see a low brick building with glass blocks where windows used to be, and RECEPTION carved in stone over the door.  That’s where the bus stops and you have to get out.

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Blindfolded

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Here’s another shoot from the men of Hot House. In “Blindfolded,” Skyy Knox and Johnny V make out passionately until Skyy takes control and throws Johnny in a sling with a blindfold on. Johnny hoists his legs in the straps with the help from Skyy giving him easy access to Johnny’s awaiting hole.

Finger, tongue, finger, tongue is the tease for this unknowing bottom. After a rigorous bow and rimjob, Skyy instantly shoves his thick tool deep inside Johnny. Moans and screams echo from Johnny as Skyy’s thrusts get faster and harder. Skyy wants more, so he rips Johnny from the sling and ball gags him before bending him over and slamming Johnny’s lossened fuck hole. Unable to see or speak, Johnny jacks and shoots thick ropes of hard earned cum. Skyy empties his balls all over Johnny’s face and chest and licks it off. Eventually, Johnny’s blindfold and gag are removed and the two share a sweaty, cummy kiss.

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 10

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By Joshua Ryan

Something woke me.  It was the bus slowing down as it took an exit.  There was nothing around but trees.  Tall pine trees.  I knew we’d been going north, but I didn’t realize how far we’d got.  This was the fucking forest primeval.

“Where are we?” I asked.

Junior was awake and looking out the window.  He nodded toward something coming into view.  It was a sign with an arrow pointing to the left.

MASKAWA

Ferry 12 m.

“Maskawa,” I said.  “That name sounds familiar…”

“Worst prison in the state,” he muttered.  He didn’t say it like “I don’t give a fuck.”  He said it like, “fuck, this is bad.”

Then I remembered.  Dean said that too.  He said it was the toughest prison in the state.  When he said I wouldn’t be sent there.

“Maybe we’re not stopping there,” I said.  “Maybe they’re taking us someplace else.”

“Ain’t no other joint up here.  Maskawa’s the end of the line.”

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Sling sex with bondage and a duct tape gag

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Submissive twink Tyler Tanner waits in a sling, clad in all the requisite leather gear a captive like him should wear: nothing but a collar and black jockstrap. His hands are bound by taut leather cuffs at one end while his ankles are locked in stirrups at the other. His mouth is duct-taped shut and his cock bounces with excitement as he waits for his dominant twink top, Andrew Bolt. He needs Andrew. He needs him in this dimly lit dungeon. He needs to be used and abused. Andrew makes his way in wearing a sinister red-lined leather harness. He taunts, teases, and titillates Tyler by stroking the sub’s rigid dick. The bound prisoner can only respond with pleasured moans muffled and lost by the duct tape sealing his mouth.

Submissive twink Tyler Tanner waits in a sling

 

After he’s had enough of teasing his plaything, Andrew moves to the sub’s hole and prods it with his tongue, fingers, and a toy. Eventually, though, the top tires of these games, and needs to pump and unload. He slides his cock into Tyler’s starving chute, and pumps his rock-hard meat in and out of Tyler’s hungry hole. Soon his balls tighten, and his cock spews another load into his muffled bottom. He leaves Tyler there, dangling, dripping. When he’s ready, he’ll use him again.

clad in all the requisite leather gear a captive like him should wear

 

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Andrew moves to the sub's hole and prods it with his tongue

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 09

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By Joshua Ryan

That afternoon I collapsed on my bunk and began to think.  I thought about what a fool that counselor was and about how he must be wrong, how he must have been talking to some imaginary Steven Meres who was going to spend his life in prison.  I thought about how much I hated him for saying those terrible words to me, and how many things I’d like to do to show him that I had a life and he didn’t.  Every time I looked down at the childish orange clothes they’d put me in, I saw how much he and “the institution” had on their side.

But … I needed to come to my senses.  After all, I was there to write a book.  I should be remembering my observations, collecting my story descriptions … I tried, but I couldn’t focus on that.  It all seemed like thoughts in some other person’s mind, the mind of somebody who wasn’t locked in a steel box.

On the morning of the seventh day I was cuffed and taken out of my box and marched to the end of the big hallway, where there was a door that led to a loading dock.  Standing on the dock was a cage with bars on its top and all four sides.  It was a very large cage, and I was put into it with about 80 other prisoners.  The officer who put me in pointed to a small steel toilet next to the bars. “You need to use the can, use it now.  You’re goin on the chain bus.”

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