For many years, the warden at the all-male Brockville Jail has turned a blind eye to just about everything. Result: the prison is understaffed and overcrowded; the 78 inmates lack personal space and many are into sexual bullying; cells are too small, poorly ventilated, and have inadequate lighting; facilities like toilets, showers and sinks are often broken. A new warden has recently been appointed and has started to make changes, mainly to living conditions. A psychologist has been hired to deal with the sexual bullying.
Brockville is situated in Canada, between Ottawa (nation’s capital) and Toronto (capital of Ontario). The city was established in 1832 by Loyalist settlers and is named after the British general Sir Isaac Brock. The population has reached 22,000. The community has a substantial industrial base, and is recognized as a hub for transportation, warehousing and logistics companies.
The majority of prisoners are serving a sentence of four to five years for crimes that include robbery, extortion, child pornography, firearm or drug trafficking. Many have had fines for impaired driving. The cost to maintain a prisoner in jail averages $345 dollars per day. There are 39 cells at the Brockville Jail and all of them are occupied by two inmates aged between 20 and 40, thus in the peak of their libido.
The psychologist is Llyod, 34, a hot leather stud nicknamed Demon in the BDSM bars. He has a very simple theory on sexual bullying in prisons. It basically boils down to: “the bigger the cock, the bigger the need to fuck; the bigger the ass, the bigger the need to get pounded”. When he meets each inmate, Lloyd is wearing leather harness, jockstrap and knee-high boots. He is built like a stallion; his ass and his cock would make a eunuch hard. Meetings are supervised by a guard complicit in Lloyd’s sexual fantasies. Each inmate is ordered to get naked and to let the psychologist take measurements of cock and ass.
Whether dominant (Top) or submissive (Bottom), each prisoner gets excited. Lloyd has no problem sucking them to get the full length and girth of their hard dick. Some try to resist when the psychologist measures and slaps the width of their ass, but guards keep them in a position where Lloyd can sniff and lick their crack before starting to dart his tongue on the rosebud. The fierce resistance immediately gives way to intensive moans of virile pleasure; rimming enables the psychologist to get a precise idea of the fuck hole dimension.
Based on the size of the dicks and arses, the warden reassigns the places in the 39 cells. As you might expect, there are more Tops than Bottoms. The two most satisfied prisoners are Brad and Frank; the first has a cock measuring 22 cm, the second has the biggest peachy butt a Top can dream of. Fucking is on the menu every night, and often guards stop by to encourage the two inmates; some jerk off while yelling: “Shove your rod deep inside, Brad, rip Frank’s awesome fuck hole like your life depended on it.”
Next door, Jeremy and Terrence are predominantly Tops, but since they are constantly horny, the two inmates switch to Versatile. Jake discovers that Terry’s jizz has a spicy flavor. Swallowing a creamy load is the best mushroom soup he has ever tasted. When Terry fucks Jake in the ass and explodes, he positions himself to felch his own creamy load, not forgetting to share it by French-kissing his handsome mate. At breakfast, they don’t hesitate to jerk off in order to add cream to their partner’s cup of coffee.
Lionel is a 100% submissive guard sporting a rather firm ass which is very hairy. This excites Maurice and Melvin who are unconditional Tops. Good understanding reigns in their cell only because Lionel agrees to visit them two evenings out of three. The warden obviously turns a blind eye, whish Lionel interprets as a seal of approval. He loves to get his butt spanked, bitten and pounded roughly. Maurice and Melvin know how to give him a royal treatment: double penetration. As tight as it may be, Lionel’s fuck hole can stretch to accommodate a cut and an uncut piece of meat. Ropes of cum junk flooding his beastly trunk propel him on cloud nine.
Sexual bullying in the Brockville Jail has decreased tenfold. In addition, some inmates declare themselves openly gay, unheard of in Canadian prisons. At the annual meeting of federal and provincial wardens, Brockville Jail receives a certificate of sound management, accompanied by a trophy which curiously has a phallic shape. During Gay Pride Week, the warden invites the psychologist to a party in the well-guarded prison yard. Rainbow flags flutter in the wind and prisoners don clothing of their choice; many opt for a jockstrap, working boots and a red handkerchief around the neck. Turning a blind eye to unusual events is the warden’s speciality. Guards and inmates therefore do not hesitate to engage in an orgy where asses get fully satisfied and cocks ejaculate in torrents of man juice.
The warden watches with envy but does not dare to join the gang fucking; he has a reputation to maintain in the public places of the jail. It’s another story behind closed doors; he summons Brad to fuck him as often as he wants, promising to reduce his time behind bars. Brad adores hearing the boss begging for a deeper pounding: “Shove your fucking rod in my shit hole! Flood my trunk with your damn creamy junk!” The roles are reversed and that excites Brad. He’s the one calling the shots on a weekly basis. His shaft is like a guard’s baton. “You sure seem to like the treatment of my joystick; for you, I call it a bullystick.” The psychologist is obviously not aware of this bullying relationship. He would have to edit his theory, adding Dominant-Submissive arguments to not only justify but highlight gay sex in prisons.
