Jail Joeng Turns his cellmate into his feet, rod and ass cockslut and completly
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I made the error of staying behind and the police caught me. I'm not even guilty of anything, I was draping out with bad guys to sense the awakening of life and get away from my family's circle of prosperous friends, but I completed up involved in this. I don't consider myself officially gay, I'm more bisexual, albeit I'm not interested in forming emotional bonds with men, there's something... in I don't know, rude guys that causes a brief circuit in my brain, it's as if I hate and love them At the same time, maybe I want to be them, maybe it's because they have something that I lack or I don't know, but occasionally I daydream about guys with alpha personality, I try not to take my fantasies too far, to avoid thinking about them. their dicks, I like more to see myself as a henchman or something like that, someone who admires them in a platonic way, maybe I reject myself a lot, but I can't follow my instincts beyond, no matter how much I have fun to be who I am not, I have a image and prestige to play, that's why I leave my fantasies covert in a dark and wet corner of my head and kiss my gf in front of my relatives so they know that the family inheritance will be safe... but prison, earnestly take me to prison? I'm not someone who can wolf to be in a place like this, not sans my buddies to protect me, I think I have some anxiety and a bunch of fear. Night 0 It perceives strange to have cuffs the guard is a conclude jack who I think loves taking a fellow with cash like me to a cell, I think clearly out of envy or something, also what is this guest room where they leave me? Why do I have to have a accomplice and why is there only one bed? I need to get out of here, a second is enough to notice that my accomplice is not someone highly sociable or nice, I beg the guard to get me out, to call my family so that they use their influence to get me out of here, I don't belong in this place Maybe this is what I get for pretending to be someone I'm not. I yell with all my might for them to take my rights into consideration but my accomplice cuts off my prayers telling with a highly dry and certain tone: "Either you shut up, or I'll shut you up, do it the effortless way for you" while he disrobes his sneakers which I controlled to notice that he was dressed in sans socks, his foot odor instantly packs the cell, it's not a vomitous or rancid aroma, but it is intense, strenuous enough to get where I am and most likely also reaches the guard's nostrils, since I notice his instant answer seizing the same aroma that I am capturing, but strangely the guard does not seem to be bothered by the odor of the feet from my jail mate. "I can't be in a place like this with a fellow with odorous feet like this, could you at least make him take a shower?" I shout to the guard, who, raising an eyebrow, only tells me with a sarcastic and smirking face; "It's your job to make sure his feet don't stink" Wait .... what???? I linger tranquil until bedtime, but I just can't rest, I think my accomplice can't rest either, this time I have his feet highly close to my bed, since I didn't sense able to rest in the same direction as him so I put my cushion toward the foot of the bed, but it was a mistake, his feet embarked to bother me and have fun with my face all the time, this is all highly disgusting, but something in me tells me that if I have fun along I'll be safe ...wait is that on my hip a boner? Day 1 I've been restless all day, but I try to keep tranquil so as not to disturb this guy, he's usually on his cell phone, sometimes I hear him observe pornography on his phone, I don't understand why he can have a cell smartphone and I don't, but I finer not ask those kinds of questions, at times his stare focuses on me and petrifies me, even sometimes I notice that he has a sugary-sweet boner while seeing pornography on his cell phone... I mean, a damn repugnant boner... I need to get out of here, tomorrow I have to testify so I'll just close my eyes and sigh calmly and relieve and....fuck those on my wrist are handcuffs? He sits on me with the attitude of a king and says that he is going to teach me the rules of the place and who is boss. I try to tell him that he can't talk to me like that but he spanks me and leaves me silent, I'm not used to people having that strength over me, but I like it, it frightens me, but I like this perceiving of adrenaline, I can't lie, I don't know what he's going to do with me, but it excites me to think that for him I am an inferior being that is in his charge... He tells me that I will be his whore, and that my first job as his mega-slut is to make his feet not stink... now I understand what the guard means, but earnestly he is going to make me wash his feet with my tongue, I don't even have time to Thinking about when he places his whole sweaty foot on my face, his foot is boiling, highly hot, highly sweaty, with a bunch of smell, I sense somewhat disgusted, but simultaneously I sense that it's okay for a boy like him to make a pitiful person like I washed his feet with my tongue, he tells me his name is Joeng and that if someone asks what my name is I simply have to say "Joeng's bitch" At last... at last I am someone... his odorous and salty toes open their way thru my prosperous boy's mouth, I gobble all his sweat, all his real man taste, its repulsive, but it's my duty to make sure his feet don't stink. At times I wonder what the hell I'm doing, and I commence to sense shamefaced of myself and what I'm doing, I view at him with hate and fury when this happens, but he grounds me back with a spank with his feet, shakes my brain and makes me recall who I found out I am.... During the night, things are calmer, I can rest peacefully knowing that the feet of the beautiful boy next to me odor good, I tongued all the sweat and aroma of his feet, they are immensely clean... for the first time I I'm proud of myself... I did a excellent job... I'm a excellent guy. Day Two During the second day I could notice my accomplice less tense, he even arrived showered, he tells me that today my job was to give his bootie a tongue job while he loves seeing streaming. I accept my duty and simply put myself into action. unlike his feet, his bootie tastes and smells highly good, it's adorable to sense my tongue testing it, it's a bit strange, yes, running into so many hairs, but then reality falls and I recall that what I'm tonguing is the bootie of a man... I guess I'll get used to it, I never thought a guy's ass could taste so delicious. the guard passes by and palms Joeng some cigarettes, and makes a joke about me, I guess everyone respects and does what Joeng says, that makes me sense even more proud to be tonguing the ass of a man like him. Joeng talks to me and asks me, what would my family think if they knew that on my second day in prison, I'm already tonguing a guy's ass... I don't want to invent any other place... I don't want to invent any other place than Being his bitch, this is the only place I belong During my service to his ass today, my boss's prick broke away back, and for several mins I was able to taste its delicious taste, even if it was several minutes, I sensed in paradise, garbage like me, being the fucky-fucky slave from a rude and wondrous boy like him... this is not prison, it is heaven. Day Three I have testified that I am guilty of everything, I don't know how long Joeng will be with me, but I want to love my linger to the fullest even if it costs me my freedom, thanks to him I detected who I am, I am a bitch who was born to serve real studs like him . Today I received an award, Joeng's yam-sized thick sugary-sweet and pulsing penis plowed my mouth and throat, wrecking it with his unexpected movements, making me understand that I'm just a fucktoy for his passion, that he's not even turn on with me, I'm more like Like a fucky-fucky toy, my mouth is a place where he jerks himself and can use it whenever he wants. the noises of joeng wrecking my mouth can be heard all over the place, but i don't care, i'm proud that a scumbag like me could end up being used by a fellow like him. He doesn't even know how much I love him, to him I'm just a disposable object, but still, I've never been so blessed Day Four I am downright addicted to him... to his feet... I don't care if they are tidy or dirty... I never invented developing a fetish for men's feet, before... it was something that seemed so repulsive to me, but see Joeng on top of me, stomping my penis and playing with my glans with his sweaty soles... Damn I can't take it anymore, my penis is about to erupt... Thank you for showing me who I am and for providing my existence a fresh meaning _______________ Production note: This is an idea that we had discussed a long time ago with joeng, in a night with buddies talking about fantasies, I have always said, If one day they take me to jail by mistake, I am sure that the second day I would already be sucking it the feet of the other inmates XD, then he told me, if I were to fall in prison, I'm sure I would turn my accomplice into my human washing machine, so we merged our brains to create this piece of art, I like it, because it's literally Joeng bringing out a inborn side of himself, it is an expression of something that he already indeed is and not a performance, I am glad to have achieved the right setting. Besides, what fetishist wouldn't be blessed tonguing the feet of wondrous boys in prison?
I made the error of staying behind and the police caught me. I'm not even guilty of anything, I was draping out with bad guys to sense the awakening of life and get away from my family's circle of prosperous friends, but I completed up involved in this. I don't consider myself officially gay, I'm more bisexual, albeit I'm not interested in forming emotional bonds with men, there's something... in I don't know, rude guys that causes a brief circuit in my brain, it's as if I hate and love them At the same time, maybe I want to be them, maybe it's because they have something that I lack or I don't know, but occasionally I daydream about guys with alpha personality, I try not to take my fantasies too far, to avoid thinking about them. their dicks, I like more to see myself as a henchman or something like that, someone who admires them in a platonic way, maybe I reject myself a lot, but I can't follow my instincts beyond, no matter how much I have fun to be who I am not, I have a image and prestige to play, that's why I leave my fantasies covert in a dark and wet corner of my head and kiss my gf in front of my relatives so they know that the family inheritance will be safe... but prison, earnestly take me to prison? I'm not someone who can wolf to be in a place like this, not sans my buddies to protect me, I think I have some anxiety and a bunch of fear. Night 0 It perceives strange to have cuffs the guard is a conclude jack who I think loves taking a fellow with cash like me to a cell, I think clearly out of envy or something, also what is this guest room where they leave me? Why do I have to have a accomplice and why is there only one bed? I need to get out of here, a second is enough to notice that my accomplice is not someone highly sociable or nice, I beg the guard to get me out, to call my family so that they use their influence to get me out of here, I don't belong in this place Maybe this is what I get for pretending to be someone I'm not. I yell with all my might for them to take my rights into consideration but my accomplice cuts off my prayers telling with a highly dry and certain tone: "Either you shut up, or I'll shut you up, do it the effortless way for you" while he disrobes his sneakers which I controlled to notice that he was dressed in sans socks, his foot odor instantly packs the cell, it's not a vomitous or rancid aroma, but it is intense, strenuous enough to get where I am and most likely also reaches the guard's nostrils, since I notice his instant answer seizing the same aroma that I am capturing, but strangely the guard does not seem to be bothered by the odor of the feet from my jail mate. "I can't be in a place like this with a fellow with odorous feet like this, could you at least make him take a shower?" I shout to the guard, who, raising an eyebrow, only tells me with a sarcastic and smirking face; "It's your job to make sure his feet don't stink" Wait .... what???? I linger tranquil until bedtime, but I just can't rest, I think my accomplice can't rest either, this time I have his feet highly close to my bed, since I didn't sense able to rest in the same direction as him so I put my cushion toward the foot of the bed, but it was a mistake, his feet embarked to bother me and have fun with my face all the time, this is all highly disgusting, but something in me tells me that if I have fun along I'll be safe ...wait is that on my hip a boner? Day 1 I've been restless all day, but I try to keep tranquil so as not to disturb this guy, he's usually on his cell phone, sometimes I hear him observe pornography on his phone, I don't understand why he can have a cell smartphone and I don't, but I finer not ask those kinds of questions, at times his stare focuses on me and petrifies me, even sometimes I notice that he has a sugary-sweet boner while seeing pornography on his cell phone... I mean, a damn repugnant boner... I need to get out of here, tomorrow I have to testify so I'll just close my eyes and sigh calmly and relieve and....fuck those on my wrist are handcuffs? He sits on me with the attitude of a king and says that he is going to teach me the rules of the place and who is boss. I try to tell him that he can't talk to me like that but he spanks me and leaves me silent, I'm not used to people having that strength over me, but I like it, it frightens me, but I like this perceiving of adrenaline, I can't lie, I don't know what he's going to do with me, but it excites me to think that for him I am an inferior being that is in his charge... He tells me that I will be his whore, and that my first job as his mega-slut is to make his feet not stink... now I understand what the guard means, but earnestly he is going to make me wash his feet with my tongue, I don't even have time to Thinking about when he places his whole sweaty foot on my face, his foot is boiling, highly hot, highly sweaty, with a bunch of smell, I sense somewhat disgusted, but simultaneously I sense that it's okay for a boy like him to make a pitiful person like I washed his feet with my tongue, he tells me his name is Joeng and that if someone asks what my name is I simply have to say "Joeng's bitch" At last... at last I am someone... his odorous and salty toes open their way thru my prosperous boy's mouth, I gobble all his sweat, all his real man taste, its repulsive, but it's my duty to make sure his feet don't stink. At times I wonder what the hell I'm doing, and I commence to sense shamefaced of myself and what I'm doing, I view at him with hate and fury when this happens, but he grounds me back with a spank with his feet, shakes my brain and makes me recall who I found out I am.... During the night, things are calmer, I can rest peacefully knowing that the feet of the beautiful boy next to me odor good, I tongued all the sweat and aroma of his feet, they are immensely clean... for the first time I I'm proud of myself... I did a excellent job... I'm a excellent guy. Day Two During the second day I could notice my accomplice less tense, he even arrived showered, he tells me that today my job was to give his bootie a tongue job while he loves seeing streaming. I accept my duty and simply put myself into action. unlike his feet, his bootie tastes and smells highly good, it's adorable to sense my tongue testing it, it's a bit strange, yes, running into so many hairs, but then reality falls and I recall that what I'm tonguing is the bootie of a man... I guess I'll get used to it, I never thought a guy's ass could taste so delicious. the guard passes by and palms Joeng some cigarettes, and makes a joke about me, I guess everyone respects and does what Joeng says, that makes me sense even more proud to be tonguing the ass of a man like him. Joeng talks to me and asks me, what would my family think if they knew that on my second day in prison, I'm already tonguing a guy's ass... I don't want to invent any other place... I don't want to invent any other place than Being his bitch, this is the only place I belong During my service to his ass today, my boss's prick broke away back, and for several mins I was able to taste its delicious taste, even if it was several minutes, I sensed in paradise, garbage like me, being the fucky-fucky slave from a rude and wondrous boy like him... this is not prison, it is heaven. Day Three I have testified that I am guilty of everything, I don't know how long Joeng will be with me, but I want to love my linger to the fullest even if it costs me my freedom, thanks to him I detected who I am, I am a bitch who was born to serve real studs like him . Today I received an award, Joeng's yam-sized thick sugary-sweet and pulsing penis plowed my mouth and throat, wrecking it with his unexpected movements, making me understand that I'm just a fucktoy for his passion, that he's not even turn on with me, I'm more like Like a fucky-fucky toy, my mouth is a place where he jerks himself and can use it whenever he wants. the noises of joeng wrecking my mouth can be heard all over the place, but i don't care, i'm proud that a scumbag like me could end up being used by a fellow like him. He doesn't even know how much I love him, to him I'm just a disposable object, but still, I've never been so blessed Day Four I am downright addicted to him... to his feet... I don't care if they are tidy or dirty... I never invented developing a fetish for men's feet, before... it was something that seemed so repulsive to me, but see Joeng on top of me, stomping my penis and playing with my glans with his sweaty soles... Damn I can't take it anymore, my penis is about to erupt... Thank you for showing me who I am and for providing my existence a fresh meaning _______________ Production note: This is an idea that we had discussed a long time ago with joeng, in a night with buddies talking about fantasies, I have always said, If one day they take me to jail by mistake, I am sure that the second day I would already be sucking it the feet of the other inmates XD, then he told me, if I were to fall in prison, I'm sure I would turn my accomplice into my human washing machine, so we merged our brains to create this piece of art, I like it, because it's literally Joeng bringing out a inborn side of himself, it is an expression of something that he already indeed is and not a performance, I am glad to have achieved the right setting. Besides, what fetishist wouldn't be blessed tonguing the feet of wondrous boys in prison?
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