As if the guard will help you...

You wake up the next day strictly at 07:00 and you report at the guard by the door. Your cellmate reports as well and you see your wife’s picture all drenched on his bed. It hurts your heart to see your beautiful wife splattered with cum. This is the first time you see her with cum on her face since she never wanted you to cum on her anywhere besides inside her pussy. This image is definitely new to you and you start getting curious…

After reporting your presence, you get ready for the day. You remember that you lost your toothbrush because your cellmate threw it into the toilet. You go back to the guard and ask for a new toothbrush.

“What the hell happened to your previous toothbrush, maggot!”, the guard shouts so loudly, you can barely stand. You tell him that you lost it yesterday.

“How did you lose a toothbrush? Don’t tell me you lost it by sitting on it!”, shouts the guard. You look at your cellmate, as if you are going to snitch on him. You tell the guard that he threw it in the toilet.

“Darnell, is this true? Did you throw his toothbrush in the toilet?”, Darnell just lightly nods while looking at the picture of your wife. The guard steps inside your cell and locks the door behind him. You expect the guard to punish your cellmate for messing with you. But instead, the guard grabs his baton and starts hitting your body. He purposefully avoids hitting your head to prevent any brain damage, but he rather goes for the legs.

“I made up a special rule, no snitching!”, shouts the guard while hitting you with his baton and occasionally kicking you.

You fall down and he still keeps hitting you. You hear Darnell tell the guard to stop and he does so, as if it’s a command.

“The punk ass cracker cannot die yet, at least not before I get his wife.”

The guard leaves and you are still squirming on the ground from the pain. You can barely walk and notice bruises settling in on your legs. This kind of damage is just temporary, still hurts a lot though.

“HAHAHA WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN? THIS IS PRISON SON!” bellows Darnell.

While down on the ground, you start thinking of your beautiful wife. It’s almost visiting day soon, you had that scheduled already. You can’t wait to see your wife. But you get frustrated because you don’t want to show your wife that you were beaten up. She thinks so high and mighty of you, if she sees you like this, she would realize your true nature. She would just worry sick and you start to cry.

“My wife is visiting me in two days, how the hell can I show myself like this?” he cries out.

“Really? Maybe I should head out to the visiting areas as well then. Check out your wife in person.”

You just realized that you gave him information, precious information that you shouldn’t share.

“Seeing as she is visiting you in two days, you will have until then to provide more pictures of your wife. If you don’t provide it, things will end up very bad for you! I might even bribe the guards to give me a phone so I can call your wife myself, but for now, I’ll leave it up to you.”

With much pain you get up and the fear starts to set in. What kind of man would ever ask for nude pictures just so that he won’t get beaten up? You decide you should call your wife as soon as possible to arrange a new picture.

Somewhere in the middle of the day, while you were outside walking in the courtyard, you get called away by a guard. He pulls you aside and tells you that Darnell wants you to call your wife right away!

“How many guards does he have on his payroll?”, you think to yourself.

You ring her number and it feels like an eternity before she picks up.

“Hey, this is Alice.”

You cheer up when you hear her voice and immediately tell her about your horrible time in prison. The ****, you having failed to claim the lower bunkbed, etc. You even tell her about your cellmate having her picture, even worse, having masturbated to her picture.

“Omg, that’s so gross!”, she exclaims.

“Yeah, your whole picture was drenched of cum the next day!”, I blurted out. However, I started to regret having said this.

“Oh wow, how much did he cum? Was he perhaps very big?”, she asks.

You don’t know what to say other than to stay quiet. But we all know that staying quiet is a resounding yes!

“Well yes, although he is about 60 and has gray hair, he is rather big…”

“So let me get this straight, a black grandpa kicked your ass over the bunkbed and my bikini picture and after he defeated you, he spurted his cum over me? Hmm”, she moans softly at the end…