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HR-104 Hard Time

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Hard Time

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HR-104

$3.95

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Category:

Hard Time

Hot Rods

HR-104

$3.95

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Excerpt

The van stopped at the outside gate, then proceeded into the courtyard of the gaol. The doors opened and we faced our guards. Grim faced men in immaculate uniforms—khaki and highly polished black leather with black caps and silver badges. They each held a swagger stick in their hands.

“Right! Everybody out! Stand in line there. Now, strip! And quickly!” The van moved off and while the rest of us began to take off our clothes, one stood immobile.

“I’m not stripping out here, in public.”

“Oh you’re not, aren’t you,” said the guard leader, a sergeant from his stripes. He nodded to another guard who had started walking up and down the line behind us. He gave the modest fellow an almighty swipe on his backside at which the prisoner, a big, burly fellow let out a roar which seemed to me far out of proportion to the swipe he received.

He scowled at the sergeant, but started to strip.

“And that will serve to indicate to you all that you are now subject to corporal punishment. Any of the guards may inflict up to ten strokes for insubordination, laziness or a number of other infractions which you will soon learn.”

Naked at last we stood to attention in the line while the guards looked us over. They took their time but I was more concerned with the way they looked at our bodies than the time they took.

I considered the inspection to be lecherous in the extreme. Each guard passed up and down the line, standing in front of each of us, looking us up and down slowly, feeling a muscle, running his hand up and down our torsos; and in the end, grabbing a feel of our cocks and balls.

They grinned lewdly at us as if telling us to be ready for them in the future. I wondered what indeed the future did hold for Johnny and me. We had been lovers since we got together after finishing school and setting up in our own flat. But neither of us were promiscuous. We hadn’t even experimented with other fellows, being perfectly content with each other.

And yet I knew from the fingering of our bodies and the suggestive looks of the guards all that was going to change. With Johnny’s handsome good looks and muscular body, he would be a favorite.

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