Gay Stories Prison Novels & Stories

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

The police arrested me soon after. Zoey kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. "Ronald inhaled smoke and he's still being treated in the hospital! How could you be this vicious? You were trying to burn him alive! "Just wait. This time, I absolutely won't let you off." The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal.

"I'm sorry." Larry hurriedly pushed the warden away and fled. The warden straightened her clothes at the door and re-buttoned her clothes. "You will be mine sooner or later, young man, can you resist the temptation?" Larry felt that the whole prison was full of people who were crazy and insane. They were all sexually repressed for years, so they would go crazy when they saw a man, even such a noble prison warden was not an exception. But, shouldn’t she have been married at this age, huh?

The reporter was standing outside the courthouse. "The jury has found Giselle Laurent guilty on all counts: blackmail, fraud, breaking and entering, and harassment. She faces up to five years in prison and substantial fines." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "It's really over." Lucian pulled me close. "It's really over." "What happens now?" "Now she goes to prison, and we get to move on with our lives without looking over our shoulders." We spent the rest of the evening on his couch, watching mindless TV and just being grateful that the nightmare was finally behind us.

"Okay, Stephen. I think you have an explanation for this? " Gavin crossed his arms, stood facing him while waiting for an answer from him. Half-disbelieving to see what was in front of his eyes at this time, Stephen looked at the Pedrosa clan prison building which was in chaos due to the prisoners who managed to get out of their cells, beating the prison guards and security guards who were helpless facing angry prisoners who went on a rampage taking out their frustration at being treated like societal trash.

Then, he cleared his throat, frowned a little because of the pain, and continued, "He has been this high-profile since the day he was imprisoned. He brought the chef over from Mexico. I heard they have a specific corner in the kitchen where his chef makes three meals for him daily." Speaking of this, Dean whined in envy, "Brooklyn Prison is a federal prison, and it doesn't permit conjugal visits, but Gustavo has privileges. He has three three-hour conjugal visits a week. I even heard that his underlings arrange women for his entertainment from time to time..." Charlie frowned skeptically as he noted Dean's envious expression. "Why are you jealous? Aren't you gay?" "I-I..." Dean spluttered wi

Joseph said. Since after a rebellion that took place more than ten years ago, in which Pattinson participated in the death of four inmates, he got his freedom. So, during the present moment, there is a transfer of prisons in a federal prison from the so-called Golden Gate Prison in Golden Valle to the Vero Golden Belmont Prison in Lovecraft County.

"Are you brave now because I'm here in the prison?" "Not at all. I've always been brave. Remember how I made you apologize to me on live television?" Gail's eyes cloud slightly and she lowers her voice, like she wants to he dramatic. "You know what? I never spend more than one month s in jail. I'll be released soon you'll see. And when I do..." She's cut off by Sue laughing. "What's so funny?" "You sounded really stupid just now. I don't think you know whom you're dealing with just yet. Because I came down from Dallas doesn't mean that I'm that dense to what happens here in Atlanta. I'm not even from Dallas fyi."

Gabriel’s POV It was as if the Judge already had a private meeting with the police or with Rebecca herself. He didn’t even allow my attorney to say much before he canceled everything he said and was to say. “Gabriel Moretti, you are sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labor!” he declared, and immediately, the police grabbed me and tossed me into the prison van. The prison was a long journey away from Mandena. I didn’t know where we were, but I knew we passed through the desert somewhat, passed through many deserted roads and many valleys and hills.

“I just wanted to see what texture her skin was made of.” I stared. What did she mean by ‘see what texture her skin was made of’? Did she want to flog her or pull at her skin? Speaking of which, wasn't Mia arrested? I thought I saw it somewhere in the news that she was sentenced to life imprisonment? I stared at my husband. He stared back. He probably knew I had questions, but I also knew he wouldn't answer them. “She's in jail. Leave her alone.” Elias intervened. Gaya sighed like a million year old tired soul. “I need something to do to quench my thirst.”