Holding Cell (Men Behind Bars)

By Amanda Mann

He said he was supposed to be going to a party, to meet some college girls, but he wound up in jail, instead. The only other man in the holding cell thought he'd be somewhere else, too. But he thought the young college boy would do, as a substitute.

And when a hot Latino with gang tatts gets thrown in, later, things really heat up. It's a night in jail that none of them will ever forget!

MEN BEHIND BARS is an anthology series. Each book has its own cast and story, independent of the others. You do not need to read any of the other stories in the series to enjoy this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deadlier Than the Male Publications
• Release date: Oct 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370181643

Amanda Mann

Amanda Mann is originally from Texas. She loves cowboys, horses, Whataburger, and writing. She has been a big supporter in equal rights for everyone, regardless of race, creed, or sexual orientation.She also has a dirty mind.

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HOLDING CELL (Men Behind Bars)

by Amanda Mann

Copyright 2017 Amanda Mann

Published by Deadlier Than the Male Publications

All characters in this story are 18 and over.

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Holding Cell

Part 1

Part 2

Bonus Material: Feminized by the Ex-Con!

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Horror on my face, I looked over at the big guy. He was glaring at me. No, I said, shaking my head. I didn't... Words seemed to fail me, though. The gangsta walked right up to me, stopping just inches from my feet. Without a word, he slid his pants down and let loose his nearly-hard cock. The butterflies did their war dance inside my stomach. He had me right where he wanted me.

Then suck it, faggot, he said. Nobody calls my friend a liar. Resigned to my fate, I moved around to get my legs under me, kneeling before the Latino, his thick, cut cock practically poking me in the face. It might have been a draw as to who was bigger, him or me. At least, I thought, he's not as big as the other dude. I gingerly reached up and started stroking it.

I told you, said the other guy. No resistance. He loves it. I lowered my eyes. Though the Hispanic gasped and moaned at my firm but gentle strokes, he was impatient and told me to get on with the sucking. I took him in my mouth. I could tell that he had showered recently enough. All I tasted was flesh. Clean. At least there was that.

I worked his cock, sucking and stroking. He let me be, unlike the other guy, not trying to shove his dick down my throat or violently trying to fuck my face. I licked the head, swirling my tongue around the rim of his cock, then pleasing the more sensitive spot under the crown. I took him in deeper. I had, indeed, gained control over my gag reflex.

He slipped his fingers into my hair on the back of my head. I dreaded him forcing my mouth deeper onto him but he didn't. He had it