Scream after scream escapes my lips as the excruciating fire rips through my ass. Moaning I turn and run from the exam table, from the cruel probes an... the suspended enema bag only to tumble over a bench set in the middle of the floor. Falling hard on my left hip I look back at the bench and once more see the ever familiar spikes lining its seat. In the midst of the spikes, connected to the bench is a leather belt with a large phallus attached to the back. Just in front of the bench there is a. She started to stroke my cock so I positioned myself so that I could lick her pussy. Soon we were in the 69 position and when I looked towards the door there were several guys there stroking their cocks. I beckoned them in so they could get a better view. Soon there was a row of guys along the wall watching, and one of them had moved forward so that he could carress V’s tits. As I repositioned I could see that V was also stroking his cock. I decided to stop my playing and moved away, hoping V. Prison is a nasty place to be. Men have sex with other men. Guards have sex with the prisoners. The only way to survive is to meet somebody who will offer protection. Life in jail is no happy fairytale. Nobody wants to talk about their stints in prison. Everybody turns gay in prison. If they say otherwise, they’re lying.Now Michael was going back. Back to the joint where he did time the last time. He was now prisoner 6578123. He hoped to be able to meet somebody who could offer him protection. "Sure!" The three of us answered nearly as one. We all laughed as Greg took the orders and headed into the bar.Once Greg was gone I was aware of Pam watching me closely, "What's the matter?"I asked, "Is something wrong?"Pam just laughed and said, "No of course not, I just wondered how you enjoyed last night?" I blushed furiously. I could feel the fire moving up my throat into my cheeks.Pam looked at Wendy and the two of them broke into gales of laughter. "I told you!" said Pam talking to Wendy,.