4 comments/ 56402 views/ 41 favorites Timmy's Prison Cavity Search By: smutnut No one was surprised Timmy ended up in prison at the young age of eighteen. He had always been a hell raiser. The real surprise is how long it took society to finally lock him up. Somehow, he had avoided juvey while all his juvenile delinquent friends were making their rounds. Somehow the law had missed Timmy even though he had been almost going out of his way to get himself locked up. It was as if Timmy actually wanted to go to prison, at least subconsciously. Timmy wanted to be a real gangster and it was hard for a street punk to get the props he needed with some prison time on his resume. Timmy didn't realize he wasn't cut out for prison though. He was a pretty white boy who thought he was a lot tougher than he actually was. Probably more than half the problems in Timmy's life came from him trying to prove that he wasn't the soft delicate white boy he looked like on the outside. Timmy was about to learn a hard reality the hardest way possible. It started on Timmy's very first day inside. He was standing in reception in formation with the other prisoners. The others were all hardened convicts covered in tats and scars. Not only could you see their hardness, you could feel it, and Timmy felt something else in addition. He could feel their eyes crawling over his body the way his would crawl over the female form when he was free and out running the streets. Even the guards had gleams in their eyes, though theirs were probably more for Timmy's entertainment value than any actual lust, except for maybe that select few. Timmy knew he had to do something quick to prove himself; otherwise, these animals would eat him alive and worse. He thought opportunity was presenting itself in the form of a female correctional officer. She was the only female guard on duty and had been eyeing him the entire time like she was judging him almost the way the other convicts were. It had been making Timmy feel very uncomfortable. She was attractive enough. On the streets Timmy would have more than welcomed her stare, but that almost made it worse. He knew in the joint, any courtesy shown towards a guard could be misconstrued to mean various things, none that worked in his favor and all could infer weakness. When the female guard approached Timmy, instead of turning on the charm like he would have done on the streets, he did the exact opposite. "I run a program for younger guys who might not be ready for the hard realities of prison life," she informed him with a badly concealed whisper. "I can probably get you in it if you're interested. It will keep you safe." "Are you crazy, bitch? I'm not some punk ass bitch. I don't need some special program." It was much easier for him to attack her when he knew how she saw him, like some little kid who needed protection. Did she think she was his mother or something? He glared at her, his eyes spitting venom in their contempt. It took her less than a second to respond back to him. Timmy's attitude was an act; hers was the real thing. She might not have been as hard as the convicts or the other male guards, but she was a whole lot harder than poor Timmy. She followed up her poisonous stare with a hard loud stinging slap across Timmy's face. Before Timmy had time to recover from the initial shock of her slap, she reached down and grabbed his groin. She squeezed a handful of nut sack, and held Timmy's balls tight in a vice grip. She squeezed and pulled down until Timmy was on his knees, screaming, crying and begging for mercy. "Please, please, stop! Let me go!" "You disrespect me when I'm trying to do you a solid?" "Owe it hurts! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "Not as sorry as you're going to be, sweetheart," she told him. She loosened her grip just enough to relax the more excruciating part of the pain, but that only made it worse. It allowed Timmy to become aware of his surroundings. He heard the laughter, howling and hoots of both guards and hardened convicts. "Strip," was the next order Timmy heard the female officer bark at him! Oh God, no, Timmy thought! But before he even had a chance to disobey, she once again increased the pressure of her grip on his nut sack until it was unbearable. Timmy howled out in agony and this created more laughter, a ruckus. It wasn't long before Timmy surrendered. He quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks... "Pants and panties too," she ordered emphasizing the word 'panties' to an increased volume of audience laughter. Timmy would have been mortified if the pain his balls were enduring had been light enough to permit it. He allowed her to readjust her grip from one hand to the other as he worked around her and pull off his pants and underpants. When he was completely naked, she directed him to get up off his knees and stand. Without letting go of his package, she guided him to the front of the room and had him turn around to face the formation of hardened convicts. "We'll watch the boys strip for us from here," she said to him loudly enough for everyone to hear. Then as the guards directed all the hardcore convicts to strip, she began stroking his cock. "Nice isn't it?" Timmy wouldn't answer. Of course her hand felt great but not under these conditions in front of a group of drooling killer convicts with him under her complete control like her pet monkey or something. "Would you rather I continue hurting you some more," she asked, angrily squeezing Timmy's nut sack to remind him of the difference. Timmy cried out. He shook his head that he didn't want that. "Yes," Timmy said. "'Yes', what?" she asked. "It feels good." "You're welcome," she said. "Nice show, too, isn't it?" She asked him nodding in the direction of the hard convicts stripping down naked. Timmy's face dropped. He realized what she was doing and what she was trying to make him say. "Say it," she demanded, guiding him with a slightly, tighter squeeze to his package. "Nice show," Timmy sobbed, realizing it sounded like he was talking about the formation of convicts stripping and showing off their hard bodies and semi-hard to fully hard cocks. Some of the convicts smiled at him, one even blew him a kiss. He quickly looked away and at her and she smirked. "Which one do you like best?" she asked him. Timmy's blank face turned to shock and then pain as she squeezed hard once again to once again remind him who was in charge. He cried out. "You better answer me or I'm going to rip these right off and wear them around my neck." Timmy turned around and looked. He didn't answer but his eyes fell upon and lingered on a big black muscular convict sporting a fully engorged erection. The female officer who had him by the balls called the black convict to the front of the formation to join them. "You don't mind if my girlfriend here holds on to you while I perform a cavity search on her, do you?" "Not at all, Ma'am?" The black convict told the female officer. The female officer turned to Timmy. "Darling, I want you to reach into my pockets and pull out my surgical gloves and put them on for me, understand?" she asked with a squeeze. Timmy was so out of it by the sheer terror and anticipation of the unknown and threateningly guessed at going on immediately around him that she had to squeeze even again to bring him back to reality. Bring him back she did though. He reached into her pocket and pulled out the surgical gloves. He almost started to put them on his own hands. "Not your hands, silly. Put one on my free hand, sweetheart," she told him squeezing for emphasis as she did so. She wiggled the fingers of her free hand in the air and Timmy slipped one of the surgical gloves over that hand. "Now, I'm going to switch hands. Don't even think of trying anything," she told Timmy. "Don't worry, Ma'am," the black convict told the female officer. "I'll keep an eye on her." She smiled, "Thank you so much." She released Timmy and switched hands as the black convict watched them both. He smiled at the female officer. Timmy watched the two of them nervously. He was so afraid he didn't even take offense to the black convict referring to him as a "her". Maybe he had even lacked the awareness that it had actually happened. When the female officer had the hand he had gloved on his sack, she wiggled the one he had yet to glove in the air. Timmy slid the glove over that one like he had the other before. She didn't even have to give him the squeeze. He kept glancing timidly from the female officer to the black convict. "Bend over now and hold onto Daddy's hips while I make sure you're not trying to sneak anything into the prison that might get you in trouble," the female officer told Timmy. Timmy couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't face anyone else in the room. He wouldn't look at the female officer, or the guards or the formation of convicts watching, whispering and snickering. When Timmy looked down he saw the black convict's fat erection pointing out straight from his hips. It would be right in front of Timmy's face. He shook his head in refusal. The female officer squeezed his junk hard. He cried out but still refused her request. She kept increasing her force on his sack until Timmy couldn't bear the pain any longer. Reluctantly, slowly but surely, he bent over and grabbed hold of the black convicts hips. He came face to head, cock head that is, with the black convict's huge erection. He was so close he could kiss it and he knew the black convict would have loved nothing more than that. In fact he felt most everyone in the room would have loved that, to see him do it that is, even the female officer. There was something leaking out of the head of the black convict's pee hole and it wasn't pee, not that pee would have made anything better. The black convict placed his hands atop Timmy's to keep him in place as the female officer switched hands so as to get a better angle on gripping Timmy's nut sack. She reached from behind and between his legs. Having him in perfect position for her cavity search, she began running her fingers up and down the insides of his ass crack, spreading his ass cheeks and poking her fingers around. She teased his little brown hole until Timmy started feeling excited against his own will. He couldn't hide the shock on his face and it made everyone laugh. He knew they knew what was happening to him. Timmy thought he was going to start weeping. Finally, the female officer formed all the fingers of her probing hand into a spear and pushed inside of Timmy. Timmy screamed out. The black convict took this moment to push his fully hard cock into Timmy's mouth and down his throat. It shocked Timmy so much that he actually stopped screaming, but only until he realized what had happened. Then he started screaming again, more frantically than before and it would have been louder if it wasn't being muffled by the black convict's cock which was also choking him. Unfortunately, this second round of screaming along with the choking was causing vibrations and massaging around the black convict's cock. It only helped increase the pleasure for the black convict. The black convict began pumping his hips to fuck Timmy's mouth the way he would a woman's pussy if he had the woman on all fours. Timmy had never so much as looked at another man's cock before except maybe for a few stolen glances at guys in the showers at public gyms. And that was only to compare size. Yet here he was with a mouthful of thick black cock meat. He thought of biting down to make the big black convict pull his cock out of his mouth, but he was too afraid of what the convict might do. Instead, when the big black convict told him to use his tongue, he tried his best to do so. The black convict wasn't happy with his efforts so he slapped him in the head and told him more tongue. It felt impossible. Timmy's mouth was so full of hot black meat that he had no room to move his tongue at all. Yet somehow he managed to move it just enough to start lapping around the warm dark meat stretching his mouth as it jammed in and out of his throat, getting bigger and bigger as it did so. When the black convict pulled back just so much leaving just the fat swollen mushroom head of his black monster cock just inside Timmy's mouth and told him to roll his tongue around it and around it and tease his pee-hole with the tip of his tongue, Timmy did what he was told. He received a mouthful of hot bitter pre-cum for his efforts. The black convict didn't stop there. He told Timmy to play with his big black hairy swollen balls and Timmy reached up and began doing so. Timmy felt the female officer probing deep inside his asshole, fingertips rubbing over his prostate as she moved in and out, fucking him like her fingertips were the head of a cock. Timmy's ass ring stretched tightly around her wrist and sometimes even around her forearm as she pushed in deeper and deeper. He was mortified at the sensation she was creating in him - hopefully it was she. Her actions started giving him a painful erection. It was clearly visible to all. He heard the formation of convicts watching commenting on it. The shame was overwhelming but he kept sucking the big black cock and he even started humping back on the female officer's pumping arm like he had no control over his own actions. It was like he was deep in lust, and disgusting more so than he had ever been with any girlfriend he had ever been with in his straight normal life when he was free on the streets outside of prison. The black convict pulled his cock out of Timmy's sucking, slurping mouth with a loud sloppy pop as if Timmy had been trying to keep hold of it and not to let it go. Who knows? Maybe he had been. It had actually made his eyes pop open from sleepy lazy eyelids to wide shocked eyes. This increased the laughter from the watching convicts and it made Timmy wonder if he had momentarily for maybe just a second actually done in truth what he was silently being accused of. He felt that overwhelming shame only a pervert caught in some shameful act can feel. It came once again with that sudden awareness of his surroundings that only enhanced it. The black convict told Timmy to lick up and down his fat black veiny shaft like it was a lollipop and that's exactly what Timmy began doing. He even started adding sound effects that seemed to emit from him on their own volition, sound effects that would have an unknowing witness think he was actually enjoying himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some of the convicts had begun stroking their own big fat hard cocks, watching and wishing they were getting Timmy's expert service. Timmy wondered if he would have to do just that next, service each and every one of them; worse, he wondered if he wanted to. Timmy put his mouth back on the fat black cock and began bobbing his head. He choked, gagged, gurgled and slurped, not of his own volition he kept telling himself, but no spectator ever would have bought that. Why he was doing what he was doing meant very little to the black convict. All he knew was that he was receiving one of the best blowjob he's ever had in his life. Timmy was in for another shock. The female correctional officer was still deep inside him and still doing that thing to his prostate, rubbing her fingers over and over it. He had read about this sort of thing, but he didn't realize it was fact instead of fiction. She kept rubbing his prostate, massaging and milking it, causing him to have an intense erection and then... Oh, no! Oh, God no! The worst possible thing that could happen happened. He felt his little cock jump and twitch and jerk around and then, and then... He was cumming! Cumming after some shameful thought is embarrassing enough when you keep the thoughts to yourself, but cumming after performing a shameful act in front of a live audience is almost debilitating. And this wasn't just some live audience; this was an audience of stone cold killers whose perversions had no end to their dark depths whatsoever. There were cheers and whistles as Timmy's cum shot out across the floor and Timmy groaned out in an intense orgasm. The big black convict still hadn't emptied his balls into Timmy's sucking mouth. It was like he was holding back to fill Timmy's mouth full of hot, steamy, salty, bitter spunk during Timmy's peak moment of shame and humiliation and make that shame and humiliation even more intense. When his cum finally did fill Timmy's cock sucking mouth, he ordered Timmy to swallow it all. Timmy tried, but repulsed, he let a lot of it spill out and down his chin. Timmy began weeping while the convict used the head of his cock to wipe up Timmy's face and feed him back his own cum. He smeared what he couldn't fit back into Timmy's mouth all over poor Timmy's face. "Thank him," the female officer ordered Timmy, squeezing his balls. "Thank you," Timmy wept. "What are you thanking him for?" "I don't know," Timmy continued with sobs. "What did you just do for him?" "I sucked his cock." "Then thank him for letting you." She squeezed his nut sack hard again. "Ahh! Thank you for letting me suck your cock!" "Daddy." She squeezed. "Daddy! Ahh!" "Again." This time she decided she didn't need to squeeze and she was correct. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy!" "Anytime, sweetheart," The black convict said. "And thank you for being so cooperative," the female guard told Timmy. She slapped his ass hard! Smack! Timmy was sure she must have left a handprint. "My name is Officer Monique Michaels, Miss Monique to you. I think I'm going to let these boys play with you a while and when you can't stand it any longer, you come and see me and maybe I'll still be interested in getting you into that program." She walked off out of the room now and one of the male guards approached Timmy. "Get back in formation, convict," the guard barked! Timmy did so, weakly and feebly with his head down. Timmy's Prison Cavity Search Ch. 02 Timmy was too embarrassed to come out of his cell. He wasn't just embarrassed; he was afraid, afraid of what might become of him now. He couldn't believe what he had done. It didn't matter that he had no choice. He should have fought. Every convict in the prison had to have heard how he had given head to a big black convict by now. Shit there was an entire room full of hardcore convicts who had literally watched. Sure that female corrections officer had, had him by the balls - literally, but he should still have fought. Instead of the hardcore gangster convict he wanted to become, Timmy had been marked to become a prison bitch or punk at best. Convicts were actually walking by his cell and whistling at him, some were bold enough to stop and proposition him and the boldest would just tell him straight out they were going to fuck him, both in the ass and in the mouth, often in that order. Timmy was physically shaken and shaking. Fights had even broken out over him between individual convicts trying to lay claim to his ass. A few of the gangs had even begun to rumble. Timmy had always wanted to be popular, but this had not been the popularity he had in mind. He couldn't believe he had ever even entertained the thought of coming to a place like this or that he ever thought he was hard enough to handle it. Then, just like that, something happened that gave Timmy hope. He got a visit from a life long friend, one he had grown up with on the streets. It's a small world, smaller in the criminal element and yet even smaller in prison. Johnny wasn't just a friend. He had been one of the toughest kids on the block growing up. He was one of those kids who all the other little juvenile delinquents had looked up to. He was the youngest among them and the first to get put in juvey. He had made a lot of connections there before graduating to the big time of adult penitentiaries. When Timmy saw him it was like a ray of hope even though he was pretty sure Johnny must have heard what happened and he was pretty ashamed about it. Timmy had a tough time facing him. It turns out Johnny visited his cell specifically because he had heard what had happened. "That's no big deal," Johnny told him. "Lots of things happen to new guys when they first get here. Officer Michaels almost got me with that." "She did?" Timmy was shocked. Johnny was one of the toughest kids he ever met along with being super, street smart. He really looked up to him. If this almost happened to Johnny, it could happen to anyone. Maybe there was some hope for the rest of Timmy's sentence. "Well no, not really, but that's because I've been in these kinds of places before. Point is you can't let stuff get to you. You have to show people you don't care and that you can take it." "But they're walking by my cell blowing kisses at me!" "That's because you're hiding in your cell like a scared little girl. What do you expect? Look, come with me. I'll hook you up with some guys who will look out for you." "Look out for me?" Timmy didn't like what he was hearing. He quickly discovered prison was not going to be as easy as he thought it was going to be, not for him at least, and he knew he needed friends, but he wasn't an idiot. People in prison didn't look out for you without getting something in return, and Timmy only had one thing to give back. Timmy felt himself becoming erect and it disgusted him. What in God's name was happening to him? He wished he could trust Johnny and maybe he could have if he had bumped into him before he was forced to give that public blowjob to that black convict, but now he knew he couldn't trust anyone. Timmy shook his head. "I think I'm just going to stay in my cell and keep to myself." "You're kidding, right?" "No, I think it's for the best." "For how long? I mean how long do you think you're going to be able to do that?" Timmy shrugged. Johnny shook his head in disappointment. Then he moved to the door of the cell and poked his head out into the hallway. He looked in both directions. He moved back into the cell and moved close to Timmy. He spoke in whispers. "Alright, look, I'm going to tell you something but you have to swear not to tell anyone," Johnny whispered to Timmy. He wanted for Timmy to swear his oath; Timmy didn't, but Johnny began to tell him anyway. "I did it once." "Did what?" "Are you serious?" Timmy stared blank faced. "You're going to make me say it?" "You sucked a cock?!" Timmy was shocked. Johnny kept glancing around and hushing him. "Keep your voice down." "Who's? I mean who made you do it?" "What's it matter? You do what you have to do to survive in here, right?" Timmy shrugged. He took a minute to think about things, his wandering mind did something to him that he didn't like. He felt himself getting an erection. Reflex made him try to partially cover it with his hand. He tried to do so nonchalantly, but Johnny had been watching him, studying him actually. Johnny sort of smiled out of the side of his face. He glanced down at Timmy's crotch. Timmy was caught and he knew it. "Anyway, I just thought I'd let you know you're not alone. If they want you, they'll get you, especially if you don't have any friends looking out for you." "What do you mean? Who will get me?" "Shit, whoever, anyone, everyone! They'll be come into your cell and just take it. I suggest you sleep on your back but some of them like it better that way. Reminds them of their girlfriends when they throw your ankles up on their shoulders. Sometimes they'll hang your head back over the edge of the bed so it opens up your throat and they can skull fuck you that way. Sometimes they'll be more than one and one will you're your head while the other takes your ass. Whatever you do, don't bite them or they'll knock out your teeth so their cocks will slide right into your mouth with no problem at all, like it's a wet pussy. You won't have any easy time chewing your food with no front teeth but you'll get enough protein in your diet. Sperm is real heavy in protein. Also try and keep something around you can stuff in your shit hole if they start gangbanging you. I've seen guys bleed to death before the morning shift finds them and sends them to the infirmary to get stitched up." Timmy covered his ears and tried not to cry. "Alright, shut up, shut up, will you?!" "Yeah, fine. No problem. I was just trying to give you some pointers. I'll see you around..." Johnny turned to leave. Timmy stopped him. "Wait!" Timmy yelled. Johnny stopped and turned. He couldn't hide his smile and it made Timmy feel small, real small. He felt sick having to ask Johnny the next question, and he knew it was the wrong thing to do, but he did anyway, "Who are these friends?" "What friends?" "The ones you said would look out for me." "I thought you said you weren't interested." "Well, like you said, you have to do what you have to do to survive in here, right?" "Yeah, something like that. Still, I wouldn't want to be taking you to meet them for no reason, or under false pretenses or anything, false for you or for them." "What do you mean?" "I think you know what I mean." "I thought you wanted me to meet them." "I did, do but then you pissed all over it and me, just like you did to Officer Michaels and her offer." Timmy was shocked that Johnny knew of the specifics of what had happened to him. Timmy still hadn't been certain it had even been an actual offer. He had thought it was just a way for her to torment him for the entertainment of the convicts to make herself look tougher in front of them. "That was a mistake." "It's nice that you realize that now. It's too bad it's this late in coming." "Should I apologize to her, tell her I'm sorry." "You don't have to worry about her right now. I just don't want to see you make another mistake." Johnny patted Timmy's face and ran a thumb over his lips. Timmy didn't like the way Johnny suddenly started acting towards him, but he knew better than to make a big issue out of it. He didn't want guys coming into his cell and just taking him. He knew he needed Johnny. "So we're... we're cool then?" Timmy asked, knowing better. "Cool? Yeah, almost. We're getting there at least. I just need you to do one more thing for me so there are no more misunderstandings about where you stand, or where we are going and what's going to be expected of you." "What... what do you need me to do?" Johnny smiled. He unfastened and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down along with his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out over the waist bands. His cock was white and a hell of a lot smaller than that of the black convict Timmy had sucked off while Officer Miss Monique Michaels cavity searched him, but it was hard, and dripping pre-cum and needy like it hadn't gotten any relief in a long while, and small as it was, it was still a lot bigger than Timmy's cock. Timmy was small even for a white boy. In fact Timmy made some Asian guys look big. Still even though Johnny's white cock wasn't as big and intimidating as the black cock Timmy was forced to suck on at the hands of Office Miss Monique Michaels, it was still a cock. For Timmy to just get down on his knees and start sucking Johnny off was a degrading act in and off itself. It would place Johnny higher on the prison hierarchy then Timmy, not that he wasn't already. If Timmy got down on his knees and took Johnny's cock in his mouth, it was an ultimate act of submission. Timmy would be letting Johnny know he saw him as more of a man than he saw himself. Yet Timmy couldn't deny the erection growing in his pants or the excitement causing it to grow harder and harder. "Is there a problem?" Johnny asked. "I'm not gay." Timmy said. "This has nothing to do with being gay or straight. You're a cocksucker. You've already done it. You can't unsuck a cock. Now I want my cock sucked and I want you to get down on your knees and do it. Furthermore I know for a fact you want to. You're practically drooling all over yourself and you have a tent in your pants that would make a whore blush." Timmy covered his crotch with both hands again. Johnny laughed. "If you want, I can threaten to come back here with a bunch of guys if you're one of those cocksuckers who need to pretend they don't want it, but maybe you want that more." "Would you?" "Would I what?" "Come back here with a bunch of guys?" Johnny laughed. "Sure. Why not? Now get down on your knees and suck my cock, faggot." "I'm not." "Not what?" "A faggot." "Whatever you say." Johnny pointed to floor directly in front of where he stood with a stern look on his face. "Knees. Now." Timmy moved to the spot Johnny was pointing at and got down on his knees. Johnny grasped his head and held it in position and smirked down upon him. The line had been crossed and an unwritten understanding had been agreed upon. Timmy was a prison bitch, prison pussy. There was no going back. "Damn, if I knew you were this sweet and easy, I would have had you sucking my cock long before we got to prison. You would have been great for the nights I got in fights with my girlfriends or met a girl that got me all hot and horny but wouldn't put out." Timmy rolled his tongue around Johnny's purple mushroom head and played with his pee hole with the tip of his tongue. It was the way, the black convict had taught him how to suck and it was all Timmy knew, but maybe he was a natural. It sure didn't seem hard and it wasn't disgusting him the way he knew it should. He tasted pre-cum and took his mouth of Johnny's cock to lick up and down his shaft without being told. He sucked his balls and took him back in his mouth and started bobbing his head. It didn't matter any longer. He might as well do a good job, he thought. He might have even wanted to. Johnny was really enjoying himself. "Goddamn if you don't suck cock better than any girl I ever dated on the outside. That nigger taught you well. Either that or you're just a natural born cocksucker. I'll bet it's a combination of the two things. You've probably wanted to suck cock your whole life but was just in denial about it. I'll bet you're loving being in prison. Shit, you probably wanted to suck mine. I could cum right now, but I want to make you work for it. I want you to work for the privilege of emptying my balls and drinking my sperm, faggot." Timmy couldn't stand that Johnny couldn't just shut up and enjoy a blowjob. He wondered if he talked this way to girls on the outside and if that's why he couldn't get any to stay around. Then as if reading Timmy's mind, Johnny answered at least that question, "You know what's great about prison bitches? You don't have to be nice to them. You can just tell them how you're really feeling. Don't matter if you're skull fucking them or pushing their shit back up into their faggot bitch asses. Hey, how would you like it if I did that to you next, huh? Fucked that tight bitch ass pussy of yours? Broke your ass cherry for you? I mean unless someone already broke it, maybe even before you even got to prison..?" Timmy started to pull his head off of Johnny's cock to protest, but Johnny held it there firm. "Relax. The niggers have already claimed that ass. They're sooo... fucking hot for it too. They are going to stretch that thing out so bad you're probably going to have to start wearing a diaper. They are going to pump so much nigger cum up inside of you, I wouldn't be surprised if you turn into one." When Timmy started to pull off of Johnny's cock once again, Johnny grabbed his head tighter in his grip and started pumping his hips faster and faster, skull fucking him insanely until Timmy was gagging and choking even on this average size cock. "Okay, Johnny's going to empty his balls into you, bitch. That's right! Here it comes! This will be the second biggest load that bitch mouth of yours gets to taste and swallow, isn't that right, bitch?! That's right! Here it comes; here it comes, here it... Ahh! Oh, yeah! Oh fuck yeah!" Johnny pulled back just enough for Timmy to fully taste the first jet of hot thick jizz as it coated the inside of his mouth. Then came another and another and it seemed like it just kept on cumming. It was hard to believe a white cock half the size of a black one could squirt more than twice the amount of cum, but that's what was happening. Timmy thought Johnny would never stop cumming. It was like a never ending river of sperm, like a hot, salty, bitter frappe. Then the most embarrassing thing to happen yet happened, Timmy felt himself cumming in his pants. No one was playing with his ass or massaging his prostate or anything. He just came from sucking Johnny's cock. It was sickeningly amazing. He had no idea how it could have happened. Being forced to suck a cock was one thing but coming from the action was entirely another. Timmy prayed Johnny wouldn't discover what had just happened. But it was too late "Did you just do what I think you did?" Timmy shook his head. He felt like he was about to cry. "You fucking liar!" Johnny slapped Timmy's face. Then he shoved his hands down Timmy's pants sticking his fingers in spunk. He grabbed Timmy's balls and squeezed hard like he was angry, but he wasn't. He was in fact delighted. He just wanted to give Timmy a little pain and make him cry out. Johnny pulled his sticky cum dripping fingers up out of Timmy's pants and shoved them in his mouth. "Clean them, bitch!" Timmy gagged but did as he was ordered, sobbing the entire time, mostly from the shame of exposure. When Timmy finished the job, Johnny laughed as he checked out his fingers. "Superlative, bitch. Now let's go meet some niggers." Timmy's Prison Cavity Search Ch. 03 Johnny led Timmy through "D"-tier. "D"-tier was a section of the prison claimed, owned and run by a dangerous black prison gang known as The Spooks. Sane white boys stayed away from it if they had a choice. Timmy didn't. Johnny used to have a choice once upon a time, but then he crossed race lines and made a couple of deals he thought would be scores. They weren't; in fact the deals had blown up in his face and now Johnny was indebted to The Spooks; plus no white gangs, or any other gangs for that matter, would have anything to do with Johnny. Johnny thought he was big shits because he was one of the few white boys allowed to come and go through "D"-tier without being taxed and without being in fear of his life. Johnny only looked privileged to the uninformed though. He was actually taxed in a different way and in fear of something he kept telling himself was more important than his life. Johnny ran errands for the leader of The Spooks, a notorious lethal convict by the name of Kong. Most everyone in prison, those doing time as well as the prison staff were afraid of Kong. Kong was serving several life sentences without the possibility of parole. He was deadly and had nothing to lose. Everyone considered Johnny Kong's errand boy. Black convicts, especially The Spooks referred to Johnny as King Kong's Kid. Johnny hated being called anyone's kid because it implied things about him that Johnny didn't appreciate. Johnny led Timmy to Kong down the prison tier and past all the other convicts with the rope from Timmy's laundry bag tied around Timmy's neck to form a leash. Johnny had used his own laundry bag rope to tie Timmy's hands tied behind his back. Timmy wore only his underwear, briefs and a T-shirt, and both were wet from having been dyed prison pink using Kool-Aid. The T-shirt was also knotted up high just under Timmy's nipples to expose his waist bare. It looked a lot like Timmy was wearing a sport's bra or halter top. Timmy's toenails and fingernails were painted pink from a felt tip magic marker as were his lips. A black Sharpie had been used around his eyes like eyeliner and mascara. The most embarrassing thing about his entire appearance, though, was his hard-on, small as it was. It was pitching a tent in his wet pink undies and he couldn't hide it because of the way Johnny had bound his wrists. Timmy told himself it was the friction of the material around his joint that caused his erection, a natural reaction to the sensitive area of his body being irritated and stimulated, and this no doubt played a part in his exposed shame. But in his mind, he couldn't deny the arousal he felt from being led down the hall like a piece of meat or some pimp's prostitute as lust hungry hardened convicts checked him out and judged him like he was a fashion model on a catwalk. This along with the idea that he was going to have to service more cocks, big blacks cocks, choice or no choice of his own, was having an unexpected effect on his member. More than one black convict commented on how his little hard on made Timmy look as if he had come down with a case of jungle fever. Why else would it be happening while being paraded like a prison sissy through one of the more notorious black sections of the prison? Johnny was quick to assure any convict who had anything to say that they were the ones who were going to be catching a fever though, a fever for "this white bitch", meaning Timmy, when they felt what "her" mouth could do for their big black cocks. Johnny was nothing if he wasn't a used car salesman. "If she's that good, King Kong will probably be keeping her all to himself. Then we'll be needing a different bitch mouth to service us, bitch; maybe yours," one of the black convicts Johnny had delivered his sales pitch to joked back. The convict was only half joking though. Another black convict shared the laugh, and even though Johnny said something lame back in his own defense, it was under his breath and Timmy saw that the blacks didn't really respect Johnny as much as Johnny deluded himself into thinking they did. It was something for Timmy to think about on his continued journey, even if Timmy should have bigger concerns of his own. He was, after all, about to become a fuck toy for at least the leader of a black prison gang if not the entire gang itself. Kong was an immense beast, a product of long days in the gym enhanced with the addition of human growth hormone smuggled into the prison; at least that was the rumor. His hands had mutated so large they looked as if he could crush a man's skull in one. His shoulders were too wide to enter a jail cell without his turning sideways. Veins covered muscles that were everywhere, places where Timmy didn't think a man could grow muscle. That's what gave Timmy the moment's pause. In actuality, there was only one body part Timmy was really concerned with. That's because he knew he had no choice but to have a close relationship with it sooner or later. He wondered how large that body part actually was. Johnny had told him, it was the size of a boxer's arm from elbow to knuckles with the boxing glove on. He laughed that it packed the same punch as well. He said the last punk Kong skull fucked came away with a broken jaw and once he ass fucked a punk so long and hard without lube that the punk is now forced to wear a colostomy bag the rest of his life. Kong didn't really like punks according to Johnny. He liked bitches. Bitches knew their place and how to treat a man, a real man, a real hard man. Punks had to be broken. Timmy thought Johnny had been messing with him about the size of Kong's organ but now he wasn't so sure. He also wondered if Johnny considered himself a bitch or a punk in Kong's eyes or if he was deluded enough to think Kong saw him as an equal as far as men and convicts were concerned. Kong's cell seemed more like a private sanctum to keep others out as opposed to a barred penal cubicle to keep a criminal inside. It certainly didn't look like it was set up for punishment. It was actually four cells all adjacent to one another with the inner bars removed where the cells connected. It was the size of a holding tank only this place had separate toilets and extra bunks. Kong along with his closest associates as well as his top bottom bitches could move between the cells unimpeded. Thick drapes inside the bars afforded privacy from the guards and the other prisoners. With the home entertainment system and other electronic gadgets along with thick comfortable mattresses, rugs and even knick knacks, one might forget they were in a prison cell altogether and think they were in a private home or fancy hotel room. "Get on your knees, bitch" Johnny ordered Timmy! "You're in the presence of your owner and master." Timmy started to comply but Kong stopped him. "That's not necessary, sweetheart." Kong told Timmy. Then he turned to Johnny, "Unless of course you want her on her knees for yourself." "No, of course not, Mr. Kong," Johnny said startled. "I... I brought her here for you." "Of course you did. You've probably already tried her mouth out anyway. Or am I mistaken about that?" "Just so I could determine how good she was... For you!" "You don't think one of my own guys could have informed me concerning that bit of information?" "I'm sorry. I thought..." "What did I tell you about thinking?" Johnny started to speak, but Kong held up a finger, and gave him a slap. It was a light slap, but hard enough to be less than friendly. It was either to let Johnny know he was unhappy with him or to let anyone watching know where Johnny stood. Timmy bit his tongue so he didn't smirk. How he himself had anything to smirk about under these conditions concerned him almost as much as his lack of concern over what he knew was expected of him, but still... It was almost worth being brought to a gang of black gangsters to be ass fucked and skull fucked just to see Johnny get put in his place. "How are you, sweetheart?" Kong asked, finally turning his sole attention to Timmy. "Okay, I guess." "Is there anything we could do to make your visit with us a little more comfortable?" "You could let me go," Timmy said. Kong roared with laughter. "I do love a bitch with a sense of humor. Long as she don't try and be too funny that is." "Maybe I'll think of something else after instead then..." "Something else after what?" "Maybe after I do what I have to do, I'll think of something you can do for me to make me more comfortable." "Bitch, after you do what you have to do, you're going to be too tired and sore to move let alone think of things to ask for." Timmy become suddenly afraid again and Kong, maybe as an after thought to entice a little cooperation after all, or maybe just to ease Timmy's fears said, "Tell you what though, you do a good job on me and my guys and show me what a valuable bitch you can be and I'll let you have a present." "You will?" "Sure. Long as it's within reason. I'm good to my bitches. Just ask around. Good girls get presents; bad boys get punished - severely. Question is, which are you?" Timmy didn't answer at first. He either didn't want to say, or had gotten to that point where he was no longer sure. Kong gave him a little light slap on his face to get his response. "I'm... I'm a good girl," Timmy suddenly said. He knew he didn't really have a choice. The response brought laughter from those around Kong. "Good." Kong smiled and kissed Timmy's forehead. "You ready to show Daddy just how good you are?" Timmy nodded. He was nervous. He suddenly had to pee. His legs felt weak and had started shaking again, almost as much as they had been when Officer Miss Monique Michaels was making him suck his first big black cock in front of a live audience. "Sheba!" Kong called out. A gorgeous, leggy exotic mulatto parted the drapes and emerged from the rear of the cell. Her coal black hair was up in a bun emphasizing her long lean neck. She wore a satiny dress that revealed a lot of skin. It wasn't prison made and looked like it might have been imported not only into the prison but into the country as well. She was one of the most beautiful women Timmy had ever seen, except of course, she wasn't really a woman. "Get this bitch ready," Kong told Sheba concerning Timmy. "Ready for what, Daddy?" "What do you think?" Sheba held out her hand for Timmy to take. "Come on, darling, let's fix you up." Timmy took her hand and started to follow. On their way back through the drapes to the back of the cells, Johnny stopped them and spoke to Sheba. "Have her suck your cock," Johnny told Sheba, "You won't be sorry." Sheba gave Johnny the same familiar look of contempt the other black convicts had been giving him. No one liked a traitor, traitor to their race or personal friendships. "He likes you," Timmy said to Sheba once they had gone deep enough into the rear part of the cell to be out of earshot and were able to speak privately. "I don't know how much he likes me, but he certainly wants to fuck me. Dumb little shit had the balls to tell me outright. I told him I was going to tell Daddy. He begged me not to and told me he'd do anything if we kept it our secret." "I don't understand. Can't anyone fuck you anytime if they have the money?" Sheba smiled and caressed his face. "Anyone Daddy says is okay. But if Daddy wants money from a little white punk, he'll just take it. Besides, I'm Daddy's main bottom bitch. Daddy pretty much lets me do whatever I want as long as it don't disrespect him none or make him look bad. But I do have to admit to being curious about what that little punk was talking about concerning your pie hole..." Sheba pushed Timmy down into a chair. She hiked up her dress and rolled the top of her panties down under her cock and balls. Timmy glanced up at her. She smiled. Timmy took her dark cock into his mouth and started sucking. It didn't take Sheba long to appreciate his natural cock sucking skills, especially when he started using his tongue. "Oh God yes! You are good at this. It's too bad Daddy is too big for oral, but he will tear your bitch shit hole up. You best be believing that, slut. Oh yeah, oh yeah, suck me, you fucking sweet whore." Timmy rolled his tongue around and around the head of Sheba's brown member. He felt the glands of the mushroom head growing and swelling. He used all the skills he had learned so far. It wasn't very long before he had Sheba cumming and cumming and cumming. Timmy's Prison Cavity Search Ch. 04 After Sheba pumped her spunk into Timmy's suck hole and had him swallow her load, she shaved him smooth and hairless like a woman should be. She then dressed him up in a patchwork of lacy lingerie similar to the way Madonna used to dress when she started her career. She even put a bow in his hair and had him put on the lacy fingerless elbow length gloves. A lacy garter held his fishnet stockings thigh high for a nice sexy effect. There was no need for a skirt or panties. They wouldn't be on long enough for the bother. When Sheba walked him back out and reintroduced him to Kong and his crew of gangsters, no one could believe their eyes. No longer could anyone possibly think of Timmy as a man. That wasn't even an option. The only thing that even hinted of masculinity about him was his hard little two inch pecker shamelessly pointing straight ahead like it was telling him which way to go. It danced around like a little puppet whenever he would take a step. There was no sign of male left in Timmy's appearance except for that little thing and that didn't really matter to anyone except maybe Timmy. Timmy had been transformed into a pretty girl. Granted he was a flat chested, shapeless girl, but lots of pretty little prison girls were that way until some big strong prison daddy decided to start feeding them hormones or inject them with silicon in all the appropriate places. Timmy was soft, smooth and pretty with a delicate fragile body and that was what mattered in the beginning. Everyone was speechless, even Johnny for once. Johnny kind of stared with a mixture of shock and lust. Then Sheba introduced Timmy with the announcement of his new name. "Meet Tiffany, everyone. We'll call her Tiffy for short," Sheba said. It made Johnny snort out a laugh and mimic the name. It made Timmy/Tiffany put her head down in shame. Kong approached her and took her chin gently in his hand. He lifted her head and forced her to look up into his eyes. "Is that little white monkey bothering you, Tiffy darling?" Tiffany rolled her eyes sideways at Johnny who nervously backed up and stared in disbelief. "Maybe a little," she said with a shrug. Kong let go of Tiffany's chin and stomped over to Johnny. "Get over against the cell wall and stand in the corner." "Are you serious?" "Either stand in the corner with your pointy nose stuck to the wall or Sheba is going to take you into the back and fix you up nice and pretty so you can join us." "I... I'll just leave, okay?" Johnny asked. "No, it's not okay. You have two choices. Pick one." Johnny hustled over to the corner of the cell and pressed his nose into it. "That's right, boy. Press your nose right up against it. And close those fucking eyes and keep them shut. You know the drill, boy! Don't make me take off my belt!" Kong reached for his belt and Johnny trembled. Kong turned back to Tiffany with a wink. "Is that better, baby?" Tiffany wasn't sure how to answer. "Of course it is," Sheba cut in, wrapping her arms around Tiffany and licking her ear. She was actually cutting Tiffany off before she could answer to make sure she said the correct things. "I'll bet she wants to thank you for getting rid of that annoying little shit but doesn't know how. You can just give him a little 'thank you', baby. That's all Daddy needs." Sheba smiled at Tiffany and Tiffany took the hint. Tiffany glanced at Kong, "Thank you, Daddy." "That's alright, Princess. I'm sure you'll be showing me how grateful you are in a few minutes here." Tiffany looked to Sheba for guidance. Sheba slid down Tiffany's torso to her knees and took Tiffany in her mouth. Tiffany gasped. She thought for a moment Sheba was about to return the favor Tiffany had done for her in the rear cell moments ago. She was, actually, in her own way, just not yet. Sheba brought Tiffany to the edge only. Then she wrapped a piece of twine tightly around the base of Tiffany's cock before she could cum. In addition to making her unable to cum, it kept her hard without the possibility of going soft. "This will keep you right on edge. We heard about you and that female officer and Daddy doesn't want you cumming too quickly." Tiffany heard Kong behind her. He was unfastening and unzipping his pants. She heard the material drop to the floor. She watched the pants slide forward past her feet as Kong kicked out of them and scooted them out of the way. Tiffany started to turn her head to glance back over her shoulder and get a good look at Kong's cock, but Sheba popped up and grabbed her face and kept her looking straight ahead. "Don't," Sheba warned. "If you see it before you've had it, you'll be too afraid to take it and it will make the pain worse. Just look at me and lean backwards. That's right, just like that. You're doing great." Tiffany felt it now. It felt like someone was trying to force a baseball bat up her tight asshole. She started to scream and Sheba slapped her face. Sheba grabbed Kong's pants from off the floor and pulled his belt through his pants loop. She folded it and put it in Tiffany's mouth and told her to bite down. Tiffany did. Sheba reached around her and grabbed both her ass cheeks and spread them apart as wide as she could. She pushed her back down onto Kong's cock. The pain was excruciating. Tiffany felt as if she were being split in two. "Remember, don't look back and keep biting down," Sheba warned. Then she disappeared back down to her knees and between Tiffany's legs. She took Tiffany back into her mouth sucking and licking and lapping. She was an expert; Tiffany felt that. As good as she was though Tiffany couldn't cum because of the cock ring of twine wrapped tightly around the base of her little hard on. This kept her on edge and horny and wanting to fuck. Unfortunately, those feelings didn't overpower the excruciating pain of Kong's monster cock going deeper and deeper into her asshole and spreading her ass cheeks and hips wider and wider apart. She bit down hard on the leather in her mouth and felt the wet tears rolling down her cheeks. Her asshole burned like someone had fired up a blow torch and was using that to fuck her with. She imagined the head of Kong's cock all the way up inside her belly. It felt like it wasn't going to stop until it rode up through her throat and poked its head up out of her mouth. She felt his big hairy balls, one under each ass cheek and almost as big, and then... Then the pain stopped. Tiffany couldn't hide her sweet surprise so everyone knew what had happened. She had been blacked, turned out, emasculated and feminized by the master of prison sissy slut creators. Her asshole had been turned into a pussy for all intent and purposes and she accepted that. Sheba came up smiling and kissed her on the mouth. "Are you alright, baby?" Sheba already knew the answer, but felt compelled to ask anyway. Tiffany confused, submissive and dreamy eyed, nodded. Kong grasped her hips and began sliding her up and down his fat hard meaty fuck pole until Tiffany's asshole began making wet, sloppy, squishy sounds like a used and abused hooker's snatch that had been working all night without a shower. Tiffany was no longer in pain. She had fallen in lust, love possibly, but definitely lust. The only thing keeping her from cumming was the twine wrapped around the base of her lady-cock sissy-clit. Her cock was twitching crazily, trying to cum, but failing. She had a case of "the cum shooting dry heaves". She was dizzy, euphoric and ready to faint from the pleasure of being on edge too long. Sheba went back down and took her back in her mouth and started sucking. She released the twine, and Tiffany had an intense orgasm and flooded her mouth with cum. Sheba kept sucking until Tiffany's balls were contracting and aching from being drained dry. Then she climbed back up Tiffany's torso and sealed her lips over Tiffany's. Sheba hadn't swallowed. She flooded Tiffany's mouth with Tiffany's own spunk. Almost at the same time, Tiffany felt Kong filling her up with hot steamy spunk deep inside her bowels. His cum burned and stung because of the damage his huge HGH mutated cock had done to her insides, but it felt good too. Kong allowed Tiffany to relax back against his hard muscular torso for a bit as she came down from her orgasmic high. She was exhausted and limp like a rag doll. "You have some cocks to suck, baby," Kong whispered in Tiffany's ear. "How many do I have to suck?" Tiffany asked. "As many as you can handle, sweetheart." "I'll suck them all if you keep your big fat cock in me, Daddy." Daddy? She couldn't believe she had heard herself call him that. It was like she had been put under a spell. "Doesn't it hurt, baby?" Tiffany nodded and winced. "But it feels good too." "I think we might have ourselves a pain slut here," Sheba told Kong. Kong kept his cock in Tiffany's tight ass pussy as he pushed her forward onto all fours. "Who's first?" There was practically a fight as gang members raced to be the first to stuff their black meat into Tiffany's talented cock sucking mouth. Kong was so afraid they might damage her suck-hole, one he was certain was going to make him a lot of money, he felt compelled to calm them down. "One at a time! Form a line! Hurry up or none of you will get anything!" The gangbangers cursed and fumed but did as they were told. Tiffany sucked lots of black cocks and swallowed lots of black cum. She sucked most of the cocks more than once and some as many as three times. She had even started playing a little game with herself where she would close her eyes and try to guess who was shoving his cock in her mouth from taste alone. She had gotten to the point where nine times out of ten she could guess right. She sucked on all fours while Kong fucked her doggy style. His dick never stayed soft for long, and more than once during her cock sucking smorgasbord, he came, went soft without slipping out due to his size, and then got hard once again. She sucked while sitting on his lap and leaning forward. She sucked where Kong spun her around on his dick so she was on her back and he held her ankles on his shoulders so she could hang her head back over the bed and stretch her throat to get face fucked like her mouth and throat were a pussy. When she was done with Kong's real male crew, she even sucked off Sheba again along with Kong's other bottom bitches. When Kong finally pulled out of Tiffany's used and abused ass cunt with a sloppy slippery plop, she felt cold air rush up into her stretched out fuck tunnel chilling her insides. Kong's cum began to drain out of her like a waterfall of sperm, the cum cascades. She felt it running out of her ass pussy, down her stretched apart ass crack and over her cock and balls to stick to the insides of her thighs making her legs sticky almost all the way down to her ankles. When she had finished up the last suck of the last cock of the last man, she should have been exhausted, but she wasn't. Actually she was quite jacked. There was actually one more cock left to suck, and finally she got to see it and she was glad she had listened to Sheba and waited. Kong's cock was that big and scary. It looked like a third leg in size. It even had the muscles and veins. It was dripping with spent cum and Tiffany's insides. Tiffany moved to it on her hands and knees. She stuck out her little pink tongue and licked it. Kong tried to stop her, but his heart wasn't in it so he did it in a half assed way. Tiffany blew a kiss across it and her breath made it stand straight out like it was flexing or stretching itself awake following a short nap. "I'm not sure you should do this, sweetheart." "Why not, Daddy?" "You've heard how it has messed up some punks permanently?" "I'm not a punk remember. I'm a bitch. I'm going to be your top bottom bitch." "Is that a fact?" "It is." Tiffany glanced at Sheba. She wasn't trying to be mean or ungrateful, but it was a fact. She didn't know why, or what had gotten into her, but that's what she wanted. She had come to prison wanting to be a rough tough gangster and leave with the props to do so, but that was a fantasy. Now all she wanted was reality and that was to be Daddy's pretty little prison sissy and get as much more of his fat daddy prison cock as she could. She started licking up and down Kong's fat filthy cock, up and down from base to head making it glisten and shine with her slippery slimy saliva. She was feeling it out more than cleaning it, but she was making it very clean as well, clean and sloppy and slippery and wet. It was dripping slimy with her drool. She did the same to his big fat hairy balls until they were dripping droplets as well. She tried to put one big ball in her mouth but it was too big, like a tennis ball. She finally stretched and stretched her jaw and pushed while Daddy pulled on the back of her head. Finally one fit in almost dislocating her jaw. She couldn't do much because there was so little room. She was lucky to be able to slightly massage it with her tongue, but Kong liked it. He groaned out his pleasure. She also found he liked when she hummed around it, probably due to the vibrations she caused. When she tried to pull her mouth off, she couldn't, everyone laughed. Kong finally showed some mercy and pulled her off by a yank of her hair. She went for the head. It was dark, dark purple, swollen, wet and at least as big as a fist. She stretched her lips and jaw around it. It started to squeeze and compress some until she felt it pop inside her mouth. It shocked her and showed in her wide eyed expression. Kong couldn't help smiling. He was oozing generous amounts of pre-cum and she could taste it. He stepped back a couple steps now until he was dragging her little skinny sissy body with his cock. She was forced to follow while keeping him in her mouth. She ended up on all fours, her little sissy cock swinging as she tried to keep up with him. Her lips were so tightly sealed around his massive meat that no pre-cum could leak out. Her neck was stretched out in a straight line stretching her throat out in similar fashion. Kong used the pre-cum as lube to start pushing his cock down her throat. Tiffany gagged. Her eyes bulged and then flooded with tears that ran down her cheeks. Kong began fucking her like her mouth was her ass pussy. Pre-cum flowed into her mouth. He was gentle with his hands brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it back over her ear. But in contrast, his fucking was brutal. He plowed in and out of her mouth stabbing her like he wanted to kill her. He kept face fucking her until she passed out. When she awakened a lot of faces starred down on her, lots of black gangbangers, bottom bitches, Sheba, and of course Daddy. Most of them looked concerned. Johnny had even broken Daddy's command and was glancing over his shoulder to check out the situation. Tiffany stared a while at Johnny and wondered if he had any concern for her really. She decided he didn't. He was probably just afraid that Daddy would punish him for bringing him a faulty bottom bitch if she hadn't been able to perform properly and up to prison sissy standards. "Are you alright, Baby?" Kong asked, brushing her hair back. Tiffany nodded, "And I think I know what I want for my present now."