I Was His Cell Bitch: 12 Months of Being the Big Brute’s Butt-Whore

By Tosh Turner

The latest in the ever popular series of brutal man-sex in prison. He was young and full of bravado and bullshit, but that first night locked up in prison shook him rigid, took all the fake 'tough guy act' out of him and brought him back to earth with a crash.

He was pushed in to a cell with a brute of a man, a long time inmate who knew the score and who immediately started to lay down the law. The offer was simple; be nice to me or take your chances out on the wing with the rest of the ass-bandits. Be nice and be safe, or go your own way and be targeted by every ass-grabbing queen in the place..... What the hell could he do for the best?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jul 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393098669

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I Was His Cell Bitch

12 Months of Being the Big Brute’s Butt-Whore

I’m known as a bit of a joker and have always been. I’m also the guy that will do anything for a challenge; I’m the local head case, a nut job, and it’s a reputation that I like; gives me a good name in my crowd. So if someone dares me to do something then I do it, just can’t refuse. I’ve done some real crazy stuff in my time and I’m only twenty, but I wouldn’t trade my life for a straight type of lifestyle that most guys lead even though I’m always finding myself up to my eyes in trouble.

So here we go again; I’m on top of the runway sitting on my motorcycle about to do the craziest, most dangerous leap from one built-up mound to the other; another shit-stupid dare that I accepted. But I don’t give a shit; I used to watch professional bikers do their stunts, saw some near death accidents too, but I’m positive that I can do this with my eyes closed; dead easy.

I back away a few yards from the edge to give me enough run up to make the jump and then gun the engine, take a last look at the crowd on the ground below, and then roar across the gravel. I hit the ramp as fast as I can and then I am in mid air flying like a jet plane. I can hear all the screams and shouts as I’m in mid air, but I’m focused and in seconds the bike lands on the other side, bumping down without so much as a scratch on the bike or me.

I’ve always had a lucky streak and I guess I push it to the limit sometimes, but that lucky tag gives me good vibes in college and the crowd seem to come onto me which is cool even though the girls can be a pain as I’m not interested, and get in the way of me getting my hands on some tasty man-flesh. I keep my sexuality a secret, I think it’s best if I want to keep my macho-man tag alive and strong, but still manage to get my fair share of man-ass. I’m as gay as they come but somehow manage to keep it under wraps, acting the straight-assed tough guy.

I’ve been doing these bikes stunts for quite a while now. A friend of mine videos them and then loads them up to YouTube and I just hope that some big stiff from the movies or a stunt riders club takes notice and gives me a break so that I can start earning some big bucks.

Man, you done it again.... I got it all on video, Jacko, my unofficial video man told me, You got some balls, man.