Futa Prison

The prison transport van rattled to a stop in front of the massive concrete walls. "Futajail" was written in cold, black letters above the reinforced steel gate. Your heart was hammering so hard it felt like it would explode. You were only eighteen — a shy, innocent boy who had never even had a real girlfriend. And now you were being thrown into hell because of a crime you didn’t commit.

The back doors opened. Two tall, muscular futa guards in tight black uniforms yanked you out by your chains. Their expressions were cold and professional, but their eyes held something much darker.

"New arrival. Male. Fraud case," one of them read from her tablet. "Cute little thing too. This one’s gonna break fast."

They dragged you through the intake process like an animal. You tried to resist when they stripped you naked in the cold processing room, but a hard slap across your face quickly reminded you of your new place.

"Stop squirming, bitch," the taller guard growled. "You belong to Futajail now."

You were **** onto an examination table. Your eyes widened in terror as they brought out the chastity device — a cruel, spiked metal cage clearly designed for long-term ****. The head guard smirked as she locked it tightly around your small, soft cock. The sharp inner spikes pressed painfully into your sensitive skin the moment you started to get even slightly hard.

Then came the worst part.

A thick, cold metal urethral probe was slowly **** down your cock, stretching and invading your pisshole. You screamed and thrashed, but strong hands held you down until it was fully seated and locked in place.

"Standard procedure for all male inmates," the guard said calmly. "This stays on. Forever."

Tears streamed down your face as they fitted a heavy metal collar around your neck and attached a leash. You were still resisting — still cursing them, still begging — when they marched you into the main cell block.

The moment you entered the common area, the entire prison seemed to stop.

Dozens of tall, muscular, hung futa prisoners turned to stare at you. Their eyes were filled with raw, predatory hunger. Heavy cocks visibly hardened inside their orange prison uniforms as they watched the new piece of fresh meat being paraded past them.

"Look at that fresh little femboy ass..."

"Fuck, I haven’t cum in days..."

"Bet his throat is still tight..."

You tried to keep your head down, but one of the guards suddenly kicked the back of your knees, forcing you to fall forward onto all fours.

"New meat!" a deep voice announced through the speakers. "This boy is now prison property. Block rules apply. He is not to be permanently damaged… too badly. Chastity cage and sound stay on at all times."

Laughter and crude cheers erupted around you.

The guards dragged you toward your assigned cell, but you never made it there.

A group of four massive futa prisoners stepped forward, blocking the path. One of them, a tall Latina futa with tattoos covering her arms, grinned viciously.

"First day and already causing trouble? Cute."

Before you could even shout for the guards to help, they were on you.