This is Todd Sanfield, showing off his physique and his underwear at an old run down jail. I stole these pictures from the internet and I hope he doesn’t mind me re-posting them.
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The Convict – Part 19
By Joshua Ryan
Documents Relating to Convict 353308, Rossetti, Jason Scott
Inmate, Southern Regional Longterm Correctional Facility
Document 8
DATE:
051019
SENDER:
351699 Cleveland
Inmate, SRLCF
RECIPIENT:
Mrs. Heather Johnston
1112 Detroit Street
Milestone IN
STATUS:
Approved for Transmission
***CONVICT TRANSMISSION NOT TO EXCEED 400 WORDS***
Dear Sis,
I’m sorry you’re not able to come out to see me this year, but I understand. I think it’s great that you and Frank are buying that cabin at Pleasant Lake.
You asked whether me and my cellie are still getting along. You bet. It’s funny, you know, because he was a college kid who was also a Business Executive before he was put in stir, but as you probably predicted Ive been showing him the ropes. Actually, I was worried because I was celling alone and who knows what would happen when they put some other con in with me, but J is exactly the cellie I wanted. Do you know what I mean? :-) I think you do.
Welcome to your jail cell
The Convict – Part 16
By Joshua Ryan
“Boss! Yes Boss!” College Boy said, dropping his hand and jumping to attention. By then, I was standing at attention too.
“Awright,” Officer Nolan said, giving us the kind of smile that you give to a couple of monkeys that you catch dickin off in their cage. “Fun time is over. Grab your gear and follow me, convict.”
I stood by the counter and stuck out my arms, and Brian stacked my gear on them. Bedroll at the bottom, followed by trousers, shirts, underwear, and sox. The baggie perched on top. My arms were loaded.
“Hey!” the officer said. “I thought he was dressin in.”
“Boss! Yes Boss!” Brian said.
“Where’s his fuckin cap?”
“Boss! Sorry, Boss!” Brian answered. The cap was lurking on the counter. He picked it up and put it on my head. Now I was dressed in.
“You trusties get away with a lot,” Officer Nolan said.
“Boss! Yes Boss!” Brian said. I could see he was smiling, and it was obvious that Officer Nolan didn’t see that he was. “Clean up in here,” he said. “Then get back to your cage.”
Three Days in Jail – Part 03
By Pisslurper
After two days, I had pretty much settled into jail routine. The mornings were nice; I’d wake up to the soft light at dawn, and drowsily drift in and out sleep with the sounds of the town waking up in the distance. The light would gradually bring the details of the cell into focus — the giant rivets, the steel walls, the steel L-brackets welded to the side walls, the glimpse of the cellblock through the steel bars of my cell doors. I’d become more aware of the smells of steel and concrete, and eventually I’d get up and piss a stream into the bucket.
When I was in the end cell, the jailor had to be in the cellblock to see into the cell through the bars of the cell door, and I could hear when he was entering the cellblock because unlocking the cellblock door made a loud racket. In the middle cell, the jailor could more or less sneak up from the jail portion behind the shower and look into my cell through the bars in the back wall of the cell. I wasn’t certain if I liked being more exposed or more secluded.
Since there wasn’t a table in the middle cell, and now I was supposedly a “medium security” risk, the jailor fed me my meals at the table in the cellblock area. He unlocked the padlock on the door of cell, exited the cellblock, slammed shut the cellblock door, padlocked the two huge sliding bolts on the cellblock door, then unlocked the sliding bar locking mechanism that locked and unlocked all three cell doors simultaneously. Then he told me that I could push open my cell door and enter the secure cellblock area. He pushed my cereal and banana through the handcuff slot, and I sat at the small table to eat my breakfast. I would’ve given my left nut for a cup of strong black coffee, but I knew better than to ask.
Three Days in Jail – Part 01
By Pisslurper
About six weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me an email with a link to a website for a jail in Iowa. Not an ordinary jail, but an old, historic jail that someone had purchased and is now offering to incarcerate people for a fee. The pictures of the place were hot as hell, an authentic old county jail built in 1880 and used for over 100 years. The place looked tiny, only three cells, but it was a real jail and looked a bit hardcore.
I knew right away that I couldn’t pass up on this opportunity. It turns out I had some unused vacation due, so I emailed the jail and set up a three day visit.
For the next six weeks, I have been obsessively poring over and over the pictures and instructions on that website. I planned out a two-day drive to Iowa, and endlessly fantasized about my upcoming jail stay.
The jailor emailed me to park next to the jail, and he will meet me at my car. I’m expecting to be ‘arrested’ at my car and brought into the jail in handcuffs. The jail is located downtown in a small Iowa town, next door to the Methodist church. Since I’m showing up at noon on Sunday, I’m a little worried about church goers and passersby seeing me as I get brought around to the jail entrance, which is on the opposite side of the building than the parking lot. But, I guess that is all part of the experience. I’m not sure what is more humiliating, being a convict or being a pervert who pays to have someone lock him up in jail.
Reporting to jail
The jailor instructed me to park in the parking spots off the alley to one side of the jail. I parked underneath the barred windows of the jail, and in seconds the deputy was coming out a door on the side of the building, yelling at me to put my hands on the steering wheel. Before I knew it, he had me with my hands on the roof of the car, and then cuffed with my hands behind my back. He emptied my pockets and gave me a pat down before marching me around the back of the building to the entrance to the jail.
Trenton Ducati spanks and flogs Max Cameron
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In this shoot from Bound Gods:
Max Cameron has one day left in prison before going on parole, and Officer Trenton Ducati makes sure to give the parolee a proper send off. Officer Ducati puts Max over his knee and spanks him for every day he has spent in prison. He then pulls Max’s face down to his lap, and has him polish Trenton’s meaty cock. Officer Ducati suspends Max and brutally flogs him. Max takes the flogger like a good prison bitch, so Officer Ducati presses him against the cell bars and starts binding his arms and legs with belts. The belts hold Max to the cell while Officer Ducati covers his body with saran wrap. Officer Ducati then fills Max’s cock with different electric devices. Officer Ducati sends electricity through Max’s most sensitive areas until Max is begging to cum. Officer Ducati then rips Max off the cell wall and throws him onto the prison bed, where he sticks his hard cock up Max’s tight ass. Trenton makes sure Max knows that no matter where he is, he will always be a prison bitch to Officer Ducati, and his gaping hole will be indisputable proof. Trenton fucks Max’s ass until he can’t take it any longer and shoots his cum all over Max’s wet tongue. Max spends his final moments before becoming a free man blowing his sticky load all over himself.
Models in this shoot: Max Cameron, Trenton Ducati
Title: Prison Punk Scared Straight by Perverted Officer Ducati
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