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Too serious for my own good. "Lighten up, boy," Dad used to tell me "Don't be so damn
serious all the time. You don't have to get straight A's all the time."

That's where Dad and I were different. I had to do my best... all the time. I was working on
a paper regarding prisons, and I was determined to get more than an A. I wanted to outdo
myself and write something that my professor would remember years after I left school.

During hours of research at the downtown libary I uncovered that there was an intense
culture of sadomasochism in prisons. I decided to concentrate my paper on that and write
about the effect of this depraved culture on prisoners and society. From what I read,
instead of being reformed, men were being incarcerated and coming out as twisted souls.

Even though I was repulsed by much of what I learned, deep in my mind I was intrigued. I
wondered how I would react if I was sexually tortured like many prisoners. What must it
feel like to be so violated? I was thinking too much and didn't realize the peril I was putting
myself into when I decided that the only way for me to write a cred- ible paper would be if I
personally experienced some of the depravity and humiliation that many prisoners were
forced to endure.

I read about this bar where ex cons

often met, a very rough, hard place
where men, unable to free themselves
from unspeakable urges they acquired
in prison, met to satisfy their demonic
desires.

Friday night, I found myself half naked
and pressing against a chis- eled,
sweaty man with a chain around his
neck. When I'd whispered to the
bartender what I was looking for, he
pointed to the half naked man. "He'll
teach you," the bartender noted. "He
spent more than ten years locked up,"
he added.

It took some time before the burly man
paid any attention to me, but once I
managed to cozy up to him, he planted
a firm hand on my butt and said gruffly,
"Fuck, aren't you a tender one. What
are you doing in a place like this.
Shouldn't you be in the piano bar
finding some sugar daddy?"

I shook my head. "I need it, sir. I need
it bad."

He looked me hard in the eye,
punched my chest and growled, "I
make my slaves squirm." He pinched
my tit and twisted it until I yelped.
"Think you can take it, punk!"

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My burning tit should have been warning enough. Like a fool, Ilet the ex-con take me to his
place. We were barely inside the door before he ripped my jeans off me and shoved me
down the stairs to a dungeon.

"On your knees, bitch!" he yelled. "I haven't had any good pussy for days and your
master's balls need relief." He grabbed my hair and slapped his cock against my face.

"Ouch!" I yelled when his metal cockring cracked my jaw.

"Shut up, bitch. I don't let my slaves make a sound!" he growled and he grabbed hold of
my jaw and pinched my cheeks. "You hear?"

I painfully nodded.

"Good, now let's get down to business, slave," he rasped. He pried open my mouth with
his fingers and stuffed his spunky boner inside. His cock smelled like piss and sweat. He
ground his hips and thrust them back and forth, splitting my throat with his fat rod. I could
barely hold back my tears. I knew it would be rough, but I had no idea it would be this bad.

I was terrified by what he planned to
do with all the chains and hooks
which dangled from the ceiling.
When he grabbed a whip, I started to
sweat.

At first he just barely touched my
butt and back with the whip. With his
cock down my throat he teased my
skin with the leather whip, drawing it
back and forth over my bare flesh
until it was quivering with
goosebumps. I kept expecting him to
crack that whip against me, and all
his teasing was making my whole
body tense.

When he raised the whip high and
let it loose, the smarting sting it
made was a welcome relief. I was
shocked at how good the sharp sung
and subsequent burning sensation
felt. The burn fired all the way to tip
of my cock. I'd never felt anything so
exhilirating. My nightly jack-off was
mere child's play in comparison.

I reached down to grab my dick, but
he kicked my hand away. "You don't
get to cum until I've bred your ass,
punk," he barked. He pulled me up
onto the mattress, clutched my dick
and yanked it hard.

"Wet already, huh, boy," he snarled
as he felt my moist cockhead. "A little pain does the trick, does it, bitch?" he snapped. He
pushed a finger against my butt hole and pushed it deep up inside.

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"You're tight ... just like I like 'em," he sneered. "But your pussy's too cold. I like a hot pussy
when I breed. Grab those chains, bitch and let's get your cunt ready."

I looked up and obeyed his command. I grabbed the chains whichwere dangling above the
mattress and he pulled my butt to the edge of the mattress. He kneeled down, and I was
shocked when he planted his lips on my bare butt hole. His hot, wet tongue felt like
paradise on my sensitive asshole. When he pushed the tip into me I nearly came. Then he
spit repeatedly on my butt until it was drenched. With a smirk, he grabbed one of the many
dildos which lay scattered on the floor and he thrust it up my butt, forcing air to hiss out of
my hole. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping.

He worked my ass with the dildo until it was on fire. Then he took a larger dildo and kept
heating up my asshole until I nearly fainted. As he worked his spit up inside me, he added
more spit to my butt. "You getting tired of plastic and rubber, bitch?" he growled. "You
ready for a real cock, cunt?"

My ass was steaming and slick.

The heady smell of man sweat
and juice was making me dizzy.

He didn't wait for me to answer.
He slapped his massive cock
against my ravenous ass. It felt
like a rod of molten steel as he
thrust it deep into me.

"Fuck!" he hollered. "I'm gonna
breed you, bitch! Yeah, here it
cums, boy. I'm giving it to you,
now." He thrust his hips back and
forth, violating my virgin ass with
his ever widening lance.

I gripped the chains as hard as I
could. My back and ass still
tingled from the whipping, and
my butt was on fire. Bolts of
electricity were shooting through
my dick. My nuts were just a
second away from exploding.

"Aaarrgghh!" he hollered as he
drove his baby-maker all the way
inside me and pumped my ass
completely full with his spunk. I
let out a yelp and sprayed my
belly with my own semen.

I'd been humiliated, violated, and
thoroughly abused ... and yet I
was satisfied like never before.
For just a few minutes I had an
under- standing into the prison

culture I'd been studying.

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My new master kept his cock inside my ass until he'd drained every last drop out of his
loaded nuts. He scooped up the jizz which squirted out my ass and slapped it on my lips
for me to taste.

The sun was just starting to rise above the horizon by the time I finally left his dungeon.
Exhausted as I was, I went home, gathered my notes and wrote for the next eight hours
without a break. The paper I handed in left a scaring impression on my professor. He gave
me an A+++

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