Doing hard time

I’m doing the books at this renovation company. It’s not a great job, but it’s quite easy, I just review the accounts, sign the transfers then register them and go home.


Oh, I did it again – I talked about my job as if I was still doing it. I did it for such a long time that it’s really hard to remember that I’m not doing it any more.

I was busted!

Well, to be accurate, my boss was busted and I went to prison for it. Apparently some of the transactions were illegal! My boss said he didn’t know anything about any transactions and said to look at who signed them. Me!

So, long story short, I went to prison for my boss. Unlucky me.

So, fast forward 4 weeks, here I am now, still in prison, serving up to 5 years. Hard time. Here I am at lunch time.


Oh yes, did I forget to tell you? I was indeed unlucky. Here in the state, prisons are overcrowded, so the judge decided that I had to serve in a prison for men. Serve is the right word!

That damn judge. By a staggering coincidence, the judge was apparently one of the people that my boss had cheated with his illegal transactions.

Anyway, there is no point in crying about it now, I have to make the best of my situation. Anyway, let me tell you about the first 4 weeks of my stay. The men immediately started fighting over me – but I was kept relatively safe. I just had to accept that I was going to be the prize for whomever won the fight. And so it happened that every day at lunch time, I would be sucking off cocks and getting gang banged.


The faster I could get them to cum, the more of my lunch break would be left to actually have lunch, so I tried my best every day.


I know what you’re thinking – that’s quite a raw deal. But actually, prison is hard for everyone, at least in my position, no pun intended, I would get food and relative safety every day. As long as I stayed loyal to my ‘crew’ they would protect me against any of the other prisoners.

One thing I didn’t like particularly much was gym time. They would treat me as the equipment in the gym and use my butt hole to do squats.


They would also lift me up and train their arm muscles by moving me up and down, some times two at a time, if one didn’t have enough strength to lift me.

One upside to this was that I actually got in great shape too, working out every day and not over eating at lunch. I was in the best shape of my life during those weeks.


You know, I said in the beginning of the story that I was unlucky. Maybe you think you now know why. However, you’d be wrong.

One day during the lunch room routine, one of the prison administrators caught us!


The prison guards had previously seen it and ignored it, but these stupid administrator wouldn’t let it go. He made a big deal out of it and the whole thing ended costing me and the guys and extension on our sentence for disciplinary reasons. I’d have to stay 2 years extra – and on top of that, so we wouldn’t get caught, I would have to get raped in private from now on, at big inconvenience to the guys.

After that day, I started getting really unpopular with the guys, because the same administrator started taking me for private interviews.


Of course, at the interview he would threaten to complain again and then he would fuck me. At least I got out of the prison from time to time when he took me on ‘dates’ with him and his friends.

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