Prison Island

1.

“Cough.”

Francesco was crouched on the hard cold floor and did as told. A rough hand came from behind and slick fingers pushed inside his ass. He tried to remain silent and not squirm as the fingers moved inside him, triggering shameful sensations.

“Gotta make sure with these kids,” the guard commented and made the other present laughed.

“Not a kid anymore,” the second guard said. “No more juvie for him now. He’s eighteen and ready to pay his dues.”

“Guess not. So, pretty boy,” the guard cooed in his ear, “it’s all right if I prep you a little for what’s down there?”

Francesco wasn’t sure he was supposed to answer that. The guard grabbed his face with the other hand while he moved his fingers in and out with the other. He shuddered and closed his eyes. Was he such a bitch that he got hard at anything stuffed in his ass?

The guard surprised him with the kiss. The man’s tongue was hard and he had a one day stubble that rubbed his lips raw. So, he let out a small whimper. The guard let him go and laughed. “Pretty and horny. Such a good boy.”

He knew not to protest when he was pushed on all fours. Furious tears of humiliation flew down his face.

“Say, have you ever seen anything prettier?” The guard pushed his ass cheeks apart to take a good look.

“Be quick, man,” the other said, and he sounded amused. “We still have a bunch of them to check.”

“Yeah, but he’s my type.