Prison Rape Gay Porn Novels & Stories

"Look! This is your so-called innocent, pure woman who's never been with a man!" Damien's eyes widen as he stares down at the floor. Images of Celia tangled intimately with various prominent figures assault his vision. Politicians, business leaders, even some of his own pack members. The explicitness is so extreme it's even more obscene than my hundred-plus videos. "This is..." Damien's voice cracks. He can't finish the sentence. His hands shake as he picks up photo after photo. Each one shows Celia in compromising positions with different men. "Did Aria give these to you?" he jerks his head up, desperation creeping into his voice. "Don't let her fool you! She could have faked these!"

He ripped her clothes off. “I let you talk me out of this once Bri!” David grunted. He opened the side drawer and pulled out the lube covering his cock. Brielle screamed stop, she yelled thorns, but he was deaf to her please. He pushed her legs apart and pushed his cock against her rosebud. “Relax, breathe,” he growled. Brielle gasped at the pain of the head of his cock pushing past her tight muscles. Again he told her to relax, he wanted to punish her not ruin her. Brielle sobbed as he continued the slow descent until he had his whole length inside her.

I'm so hard. Nobody will know if I watch gay porn. Nobody will know. I try to convince myself I will fucking know. Me. I'm not a fucking fa- I catch myself mid-thought. This is why Jay and Blake hate me now. Don't be a fucking bigot Louis, I tell myself. I look at the gay tab again and on an impulsive thought, click on it. The website loads to the gay content. My dick throbs in anticipation I scroll, looking at the thumbnails. A lot of it is the same as straight porn. Blowjobs... handjobs... fucking...

The room is filled with a cacophony of gasps and a deafening roar as I struggle to catch my breath, my body trembling with the effort. I sob uncontrollably as I recount the horrifying experiences I endured. “He would forcefully inject me with what he claimed to be a miraculous cure, but in reality, it was a potent aphrodisiac that stripped away any semblance of control over my own body. This sinister concoction made it alarmingly effortless for him to subject me to unspeakable acts of rape, using both sex toys and his penis to assault me both anally and vaginally.”

Another prisoner asked. “That doesn’t concern us. Let us just fuck the life out of her!” As they said, they began to touch her face, her thighs, and even her waist. “God, look at that waist! It’s so slim!” Not long after someone ripped off for a prison uniform. “Let go of me, please! Have mercy!” Raina’s voice was choked by sobbing. She had no idea what to do now, as she was about to get gang raped by these evil men.

Both men were raping the girl even from this distance she could see it was not consensual she was pinned between them tears running down her face as they hurt her over and over again. Without thinking of the consequences she took her phone out and began filming it, some basic instinct inside told her the footage would be useful in the near future. Unaware their target was filming their antics the two men enjoyed the pretty brunette even more because she was not willing. Working for Don Giovanni meant that raping women had become an enjoyable perk for all the Guards. Whenever a rival or anyone else for that matter crossed him, he took the girls and women from them as collateral. The pretty on

A vivid imagination of Angelo Manzini about to break down her door birthed an even more grisly imagination in Moira’s head; rape. Rough, forced sex in the guise of a husband rightly demanding his conjugal rights; rape all the same. She imagined the entire gang of low-lives watching and cheering their boss as he violated her. Clearly, her resistance and screaming would not deter the monster from getting his satisfaction.

He increased the pressure and the speed of his hand and now on each upward sweep, he ran his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, dipping gently into his slit before continuing the downward stroke. “Please,” the prisoner said softly, glancing up at him beseechingly. “Allow me.” Haggoz shook his head. “No, but I want you to watch. Pinch your nipples for me. I want them red and abused with the nipples hard.” The prisoner’s breath was coming fast as she groaned and sat back on her heels, slowly raising her fingers to her nipples and pinching them.

They circle him as they figure out who will go first. "Men remember this man killed my men, bombed my home and facilitated my sweet boy being gang raped. There's no need to be gentle or considerate of his feelings" I shout when I notice they're stalling. A mean look comes across their faces as the largest of the men steps behind Nikolai and rips boxers off his body, spits on his hole before ramming his dick in all way to the base. Nikolai screams at the intrusion as the man thrusts roughly over and over before finishing and moving out of the way for the next guy. Nikolai's screams echo around the room as the men take turns using his body before they finish and dispose of their condoms.

"He is not married to Renata but to the woman." "Which women?" "The woman that killed Amaira." "Wait... let me get this right. Melvin isn't married to Renata, but to another woman?" "That's right, Ja." Bukh! So quickly, a punch flew across Melvin's cheek; even Delta was surprised by what Jagad had just done to their friend. "Fuck!" cursed Jagad. "You're dating Renata but married to the woman whose life you made suffer, where are your feelings Melvin? Huh?"