Ass-Busted by the Prison Wing Boss: The Straight Kid Who Lost His Butt-Cherry in Prison

By Tosh Turner

Taken from the best-selling series of brutal man-sex in prison. Young Mark has been in and out of trouble all his life, in and out of young offender's institutions too; he thought he could handle things, take them in his stride, but this time it's an adult's prison and a completely different story.

He gets caged with Frank, a beast of a man, who offers him the usual deal, his ass in exchange for protection, but as a straight guy he's not sure and whilst he is thinking it over the brutal wing boss spots him, puts a claim on him and arranges his cell transfer, taking him for his new cell bitch; the beginning of his new existence as the obedient little cum slut.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jul 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393807650

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Ass-Busted by the Wing Boss

The Straight Kid Who Lost His Butt-Cherry in Prison

Let me bring you right up to date on all this; my name is Mark and I’m twenty two years old. I’ve been in prison for almost two years now and have at least three more months to go before I’m eligible for parole. Before this I’ve been in and out of care homes and detention centers most of my life so I guess you could say I can handle myself; at least I thought I could till they sent me here. This is an adult’s prison; before this I was always in young offenders set ups.

My story is simple: I went out with some friends to watch a football game at a bar. My team was winning and a couple of other guys in the place got the shits with us and thought they would teach us a lesson for getting so noisy about the result. That’s all it was, a bit of a laugh, a bit of a fight, on a drunken night out.

So just because of some spilt booze, a couple of bar stools being thrown around, and some broken mirrors, I got myself in a lot of trouble. I was arrested for public disorder and taken away and held overnight until the court sessions the next day. I didn’t have money for an attorney and my appointed one was more interested in banging the court secretary than in defending my case. I tell you, it happened so quickly that I couldn’t catch my breath.

The moron told me to plead guilty and catch a light sentence and I believed that he knew what he was talking about so I did what he’d said and pleaded guilty and caught hell from the judge; fuck him. Because of a previous record of fighting the judge didn’t show any leniency and handed down the two year stretch; trust me, if I could have got my hands on that fucking attorney, I’d be serving a life sentence right now.

Prison was rough at first but I have a routine now and I have protection too; but everything comes at a price in here and I had to learn double quick how to cope, deal and survive. Learning to live with the wing bosses, pigs and ass-bandits of this regime was not a good experience but something I’ve had to adjust too; it ain’t easy but I’ve done it.

My cell mate’s name is Frank, a rough looking guy standing about six foot six inches tall with a prison hardened body covered in cheaply inked tattoos. I reckoned he was about forty five years old but never looked it; he was a scarred up, tough looking bastard and someone you’d never dream to pick a fight with.

He was a straight talking type who told me on my very first day in that cell