The old gang leader

You look behind you and you see a big dark figure. It’s the same old guy that was standing in the middle of that gang.

“Who the fuck are you in my bed?”, as he says this, he grabs you by your neck and throws you towards the toilet.

“You better tell me where my stuff is, boy!”, you try to breathe but that throw knocked all the wind out of your lungs. You slowly point towards to the top bunk where you left his stuff. He grabs it and puts it on the bottom bunk. He throws your stuff, such as your toothbrush into the toilet.

“Haha, thanks for cleaning the sheets. You don’t know how often I have cummed in my old sheets. Have fun sleeping on them.” After he says this, he lies down and enjoys the softness of the fresh sheets.

You regain your composure but you do not want to mess with him. You grab his old sheets and defeatedly, you put them on the top bunk. They stink but you can’t get your sheets back and decide this would do for now.

After you are done putting the stinky sheets on, you decide to pick up your picture from the desk. You get down from the top bunk but notice the picture is gone. You are positive that you left the picture there. You look at your cellmate and see the shock of your life.

Your cellmate is lying naked on his bed and is masturbating without any shame. For some reason you keep looking, you can’t take your eyes away. He looks to be around 60 but still muscular and intimidating. You notice he is holding something in his left hand, it is the picture of your wife!!!

Your cellmate doesn’t even look away as you are standing next to him realizing what he is doing. As soon as you reach out to grab the picture. He kicks you away with a **** that knocks you down.

“That picture is mine!”, you shout and you rush towards your cellmate again. He stands up and grabs you by the neck, restricting any air supply towards to your lungs. Right before you pass out, he lets go and goes back to his bed.

“Let that be the last warning boy! I am here because of **** and there is no way for me to ever get out. Killing you won’t matter to my sentence anyway.”

You squirm on the ground, trying to regain your breath. In the meantime, you can hear him grunting and he see him cum on the picture of your wife! After he is done, he wipes the cum on your t-shirt. He bends down and whispers into your ear.

“I want more pictures of your wife, if you supply them, my gang won’t attack you. If you decline, we will make your life a living hell.”

The gang leader goes back to his bed and puts the picture on his dick. It’s like as if he is imagining his wife is sucking him off right there.

You let him keep the picture and go to bed. Hopefully tomorrow is a better day!