Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Home and Away actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Seven Network, Australia.
His name may be Hunter; but inside jail he was hunted. As the fresh newbie at the bottom of the food chain, he was preyed upon by guards and prisoners looking for a new hole to play with...
"Merry Christmas boys." Sgt. Emerson said, shoving a handcuffed Hunter into the waiting hands of two muscular prison guards. "Don't go easy on this one, he's a menace." Emerson added, handing one of the guards Hunter's file.
"Hmmmm you have been a bad boy." The guard said as he read the list of Hunter's crimes and misdemeanours: arson...break and enter...robbery... assault...suspected accessory to murder... The revelation of Charlotte's role in Denny's death, along with the fact Hunter had run away, made him a person of interest. Although no formal complaints had ever been made, Emerson added rape to the list, just for good measure.
"We'll take it from here." The guard said as he and his colleague hauled Hunter off to be searched.
"Remove your clothes!" One of the guards barked at Hunter, who was now temporarily uncuffed for the search.
"Fuck off. I've already walked through a metal detector, you know I'm not hiding anything. cough Perverts cough"
"Listen here smart ass, this is the big time. You either do as you're told or suffer the consequences. Now take it all off, boy!"
Hunter stood there sullenly with his arms crossed as the guards eyed him like a pair of hungry wolves ready to pounce.
"Last chance boy - we can do this the easy way or the hard way!" ... "OK, the hard way it is!"
Guard 1 pulled Hunter's sweatshirt off, while Guard 2 pulled his pants down.
"See? Nothing. Don't know what you think you're gonna find." Hunter snapped.
"Mmmmmm I like the look of this." Guard 1 said, grabbing Hunter's cock.
"Don't touch me!" Hunter warned as the guards laughed at him. "I said DONT. TOUCH. ME!" Hunter yelled louder as he felt Guard 2's fingers sliding up his ass one by one.
"ARGHHHHH!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Hunter screamed as Guard 2, not satisfied Hunter's ass was empty, slid his entire hand up Hunter's passage as he began fisting him.
"You refused to cooperate. Now we're doing this the hard way. Don't say you weren't warned."
Hunter cried in pain; a succession of big Summer Bay cocks had stretched him to some degree already, but a fist was a whole new level.
"Shut up!" Guard 1 ordered. "You'll get us in trouble. And you wouldn't want that, would you boy? We're here to protect you."
But Hunter had never been so uncomfortable in his life; he couldn't silence himself so easily.
Hunter felt relief as Guard 2 removed his fist. But Guard 1 threw him to the floor. Hunter then got it from both ends as Guard 1 silenced Hunter with his 10" cock while Guard 2 resumed his search.
"I'm done. But I can't be sure. You better double check." Guard 2 said to Guard 1 as he tried his hand, literally, at searching Hunter internally.
"All clear." Guard 1 confirmed. "Damn it, I was really hoping we'd find something up there."
"He needs something up there. Any ideas?" Guard 2 laughed as double dicks began drilling the incoming guest.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....OHHHHH YEAH......." Hunter moaned, twin tools trespassing into him more in line with his comfort levels.
"Listen to that, the little whore likes it!" Guard 1 laughed.
"He's gonna fit in just fine." Guard 2 laughed in response...
"Aren't you going to let me clean up first?" Hunter asked as the guards led him to his cell. His ass was leaking so much of the guards' gunk that it was seeping through the back of his pants, leaving him with a wet patch. Hunter was afraid a cum-covered backside would attract unwanted attention; he was already off to a bad start with the guards. But wet or dry, Hunter was a hot head that couldn't lay low if his life...or his ass...depended on it.
The surf club incident that started it all was nothing in comparison to the royal treatment Hunter received, although it did prepare him...a little. Hunter had taken many cocks over a few hours that day; but with nothing but time on their hands, merciless prisoners were constantly servicing Hunter all day, every day. Hunter was often forced to take multiple double or triple fuckings in a row as the prison gang banged away their boredom. It got to the point Hunter was so sore and barely able to walk he thought it would be death by dick. But there could be worse ways to live one's final moments.
Hunter's existence became a physical and mental blur; his tired body raw and hot as he lost the ability to decide, or care, if he was in a state of pleasure or pain. Used like a circus animal whipped to perform, Hunter went through the routine motions, moaning and groaning loudly but nonchalantly.
"You! Stop that ruckus!" One of the night guards ordered; Hunter keeping the prisoners awake after lights out. But Hunter was so out of it he didn't hear the guard.
"Alright, you asked for it!"
The cell door slammed open as the guard marched inside and slid his nightstick into Hunter's mouth. Hunter didn't bat an eyelid; his moaning only muffled by the object.
Another guard on duty walking past had stopped to inspect the scene.
"Hey, check this out!" The first guard laughed. "He can't tell the difference between a cock and my nightstick!"
"Retard." The other guy muttered under his breath before pushing aside the prisoner that was fucking Hunter.
The prisoner leaned back against the cold metal bars, jerking off as he watched the second guard stick his nightstick up Hunter's ass, deliberately stretching him further...as far as he could...waiting for Hunter to snap. But Hunter had become so used to being used, not even a nightstick in either nook was enough to elicit a response from him...
Breakfast in bed for Hunter was bundles of beefy sausage served with splatterings of raw egg whites. But Hunter was about to receive an unexpected break in the sex schedule.
"Some pretty boy's here to see ya. Your boyfriend or something." A guard said as he dragged Hunter away.
"Can I at least get dressed?!" Hunter demanded.
"Don't want to keep your stud muffin waiting." The guard replied gruffly and impersonally.
Hunter's mind was jelly. He didn't know what he was going to say to Tank. He at least had to apologise for `borrowing' his car.
As bow-legged Hunter stumbled into the visiting room, he was greeted by sanctimonious laugher...it was actually VJ there to see him.
"Awwww...you didn't get coffee with your cream this morning?" VJ laughed, looking Hunter up and down like a piece of dirt, observing how criminally cum-covered he was.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"To see you. Emerson was right, this was so worth it!"
"Ok, you've seen me. Give my regards to Emerson." Hunter said sarcastically as he turned to leave. "Have a nice life, Veej." Hunter called out as he hobbled away.
VJ prepared to leave too, until his eyes locked with those of another sexy prisoner. But not only was this prisoner fucking hot; there was something very familiar about him. VJ was sure he knew him, but from where?
"Guard, organise us a conjugal visit." VJ requested as he and the prisoner continued to stare lustfully at each other...
TO BE CONTINUED...
NEXT:
It's the jailhouse rock with jailhouse cock as the identity of VJ's prisoner is revealed
Hunter meets another former bay resident and forms an alliance with him as they prepare to escape