BA-136 Chained Gang

FOREWORD

Rob’s fists were clenched against Gunderson’s back and he panted, and his legs were spread very wide and all the muscles is his thighs stretched.

It felt good to have himself stretched out so wide, his thighs wide to receive Gunderson’s cock, and the muscles in his thighs long with stretching.

He felt warm, straining in his thigh muscles, and he felt a hard, forcing feeling in his asshole and a tight, aching feeling in his cock.

It didn’t last very long but it was all very intense and as he approached orgasm it was with all the lower portion of his body.

Always before it had just been his cock, and now he was feeling it with the entire lower portion of his body and that was very rare and special.

He felt in that moment more completely satisfied than at any other time in his life. He even forget it was the big ox Gunderson inside of him, murderous Gunderson.

He closed his eyes and thought it was Mark. They’re weren’t in a prison at all but out in an open field and it was Rob and Mark, and as Rob came he shouted out his friend’s name. “Mark,” he shouted, “oh, Mark. Oh, yes, Mark.”

Running down the halls of the prison towards the sounds of his friend, Mark shouted back, “Hold him off, Rob! I’m on my way. Hold him off.”