Banged Up With the Beast: He Claimed Me in the Prison Cell

By Tosh Turner

He's just twenty, a young boy but not so innocent as he makes out, thrown into an adult prison for the first time and facing the harsh reality of life surrounded by hard-nosed, highly frustrated long termers who can't wait to get their hands on a supply of fresh boy-meat.

He's got six months to serve and is caged with the prison beast, a tough guy called Greg; a monster of a man who is used to grabbing what he wants, and he's made his mind up, he wants his new cell mate. Raw and nasty, tough and gritty; explosive and explicit man-on-boy prison pig-sex

Hardcore xxx gay sex graphically written to arouse and satisfy. Detailed, hard and explicit and aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. If you prefer 'pig sex' as opposed to sloppy, dreamy romantic slush then this one is for you.   Looking for something special? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jul 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393735755

Book preview

Banged Up With the Beast

He Claimed Me in the Prison Cell

I couldn’t believe it. How the hell I had landed up in here, in this shit hole. And with that evil looking bastard sitting there staring at me like he could eat me alive. He probably could. The size of the guy, he was massive.

My lawyer let me down badly; even the cops prosecuting me said so. When they led me down to the holding cells I could have cried. I would have too if it hadn’t have been for all the others sitting there watching me as they unlocked the door and pushed me in. I had to put on a brave show, be the ‘man’. I had to or I knew what would happen.

I’m only twenty, probably look a year or two younger than that, but old enough to get thrown into the adult prison instead of into one of those younger intern places. That’s how my luck has been recently and nothing I did or tried seemed to shake the monkey off my back.

That was this morning; the court, the holding cell, the drive across town in the meat wagon, then the induction and now this. Stuck in this tiny cramped cell with this monster. Just my fucking luck. I gave him a few sideward glances, trying to weigh him up without him knowing. At a quick glance he looked about thirty, maybe slightly older, but a tough bastard. He looked like a good wash and shave wouldn’t be wasted on him too. And tattoos; poorly done inkwork on one side of his neck, down both his arms and probably all over him too. I didn’t know, he was wearing that shitty orange jump suit that they give you when you come in this shit hole, the so-called prison uniform that we all have to wear.

You new in here, boy? The monster growled at me, What shit did you do?

Yeah...I mean no. Nothing I stammered, Nothing to........

You piece of shit, He butted in Of course you did something. They don’t put you in here for doing nothing. Tell me the truth, boy, I aint in the mood to be fucked about by a shit head like you

I stood there, not daring to move, telling him the story about the stupid night of joy riding and the accident. I told him about how the cops had been at the scene within minutes, much too quickly for me to get out of there and disappear into the darkness. It was just a prank. My mate Jamie had thought it up; steal a car, go round the town and pick up some bitches, he’d said. Sounded a plan at the time, great idea, until the drunken asshole took a corner too fast and upended the car on the grass sidewalk area. I tried to make a run for it but