I made the mistake of staying behind and the police caught me.
I'm not even guilty of anything, I was hanging out with bad guys to feel the excitement of life and get away from my family's circle of rich friends, but I ended up involved in this.
I don't consider myself officially gay, I'm more bisexual, although I'm not interested in forming emotional bonds with men, there's something... in I don't know, rude guys that causes a short circuit in my brain, it's as if I hate and love them At the same time, maybe I want to be them, maybe it's because they have something that I lack or I don't know, but from time to time I fantasize about guys with alpha personality, I try not to take my fantasies too far, to avoid thinking about them. their dicks, I like more to see myself as a henchman or something like that, someone who admires them in a platonic way, maybe I deny myself a lot, but I can't follow my instincts beyond, no matter how much I play to be who I am not, I have a image and prestige to play, that's why I leave my fantasies hidden in a dark and humid corner of my head and kiss my girlfriend in front of my relatives so they know that the family inheritance will be safe... but prison, seriously take me to prison? I'm not someone who can bear to be in a place like this, not without my friends to protect me, I think I have some anxiety and a lot of fear.
Night 0
It feels strange to have handcuffs the guard is a complete jerk who I think enjoys taking a guy with money like me to a cell, I think clearly out of envy or something, also what is this room where they leave me? Why do I have to have a partner and why is there only one bed? I need to get out of here, a second is enough to notice that my partner is not someone very sociable or nice, I beg the guard to get me out, to call my family so that they use their influence to get me out of here, I don't belong in this place Maybe this is what I get for pretending to be someone I'm not.
I yell with all my might for them to take my rights into consideration but my partner cuts off my pleas saying with a very dry and confident tone:
"Either you shut up, or I'll shut you up, do it the easy way for you" while he takes off his sneakers which I managed to notice that he was wearing without socks, his foot odor immediately fills the cell, it's not a vomitous or rancid aroma, but it is intense, strong enough to get where I am and probably also reaches the guard's nostrils, since I notice his immediate reaction capturing the same aroma that I am capturing, but strangely the guard does not seem to be bothered by the smell of the feet from my prison mate.
"I can't be in a place like this with a fellow with stinky feet like this, could you at least make him take a shower?" I shout to the guard, who, raising an eyebrow, only tells me with a sarcastic and smiling face; "It's your job to make sure his feet don't stink"
Wait .... what????
I stay quiet until bedtime, but I just can't rest, I think my partner can't rest either, this time I have his feet very close to my bed, since I didn't feel able to rest in the same direction as him so I put my pillow towards the foot of the bed, but it was a mistake, his feet began to bother me and play with my face all the time, this is all very disgusting, but something in me tells me that if I play along I'll be safe ...wait is that on my thigh a boner?
Day 1
I've been restless all day, but I try to keep quiet so as not to disturb this guy, he's usually on his cell phone, sometimes I hear him watch porn on his phone, I don't understand why he can have a cell phone and I don't, but I better not ask those kinds of questions, at times his gaze focuses on me and petrifies me, even sometimes I notice that he has a juicy boner while watching porn on his cell phone... I mean, a damn disgusting boner... I need to get out of here, tomorrow I have to testify so I'll just close my eyes and breathe calmly and relax and....fuck those on my wrist are handcuffs?
He sits on me with the attitude of a king and says that he is going to teach me the rules of the place and who is boss. I try to tell him that he can't talk to me like that but he slaps me and leaves me silent, I'm not used to people having that power over me, but I like it, it scares me, but I like this feeling of adrenaline, I can't lie, I don't know what he's going to do with me, but it excites me to think that for him I am an inferior being that is in his charge...
He tells me that I will be his whore, and that my first job as his whore is to make his feet not stink... now I understand what the guard means, but seriously he is going to make me wash his feet with my tongue, I don't even have time to Thinking about when he places his entire sweaty sole on my face, his foot is boiling, very hot, very sweaty, with a lot of smell, I feel somewhat disgusted, but at the same time I feel that it's okay for a boy like him to make a pathetic person like I washed his feet with my tongue, he tells me his name is Joeng and that if someone asks what my name is I simply have to say "Joeng's bitch" At last... at last I am someone... his stinky and salty toes open their way through my rich boy's mouth, I eat all his sweat, all his real man taste, its repulsive, but it's my duty to make sure his feet don't stink.
At times I wonder what the hell I'm doing, and I start to feel ashamed of myself and what I'm doing, I look at him with hate and anger when this happens, but he lands me back with a slap with his feet, shakes my brain and makes me remember who I found out I am....
During the night, things are calmer, I can rest peacefully knowing that the feet of the beautiful boy next to me smell good, I ate all the sweat and aroma of his feet, they are extremely clean... for the first time I I'm proud of myself... I did a good job... I'm a good guy.
Day 2
During the second day I could notice my partner less tense, he even arrived showered, he tells me that today my job was to give his butt a tongue job while he enjoys watching streaming. I accept my duty and simply put myself into action.
unlike his feet, his butt tastes and smells very good, it's nice to feel my tongue exploring it, it's a bit strange, yes, running into so many hairs, but then reality falls and I remember that what I'm licking is the butt of a man... I guess I'll get used to it, I never thought a man's ass could taste so delicious.
the guard passes by and hands Joeng some cigarettes, and makes a joke about me, I guess everyone respects and does what Joeng says, that makes me feel even more proud to be licking the ass of a man like him.
Joeng talks to me and asks me, what would my family think if they knew that on my second day in prison, I'm already licking a man's ass... I don't want to think of any other place... I don't want to think of any other place than Being his bitch, this is the only place I belong
During my service to his ass today, my boss's cock escaped back, and for a few minutes I was able to taste its delicious taste, even if it was a few minutes, I felt in paradise, trash like me, being the sex slave from a rude and handsome boy like him... this is not prison, it is heaven.
Day 3
I have testified that I am guilty of everything, I don't know how long Joeng will be with me, but I want to enjoy my stay to the fullest even if it costs me my freedom, thanks to him I discovered who I am, I am a bitch who was born to serve real men like him .
Today I received an award, Joeng's huge thick juicy and throbbing penis fucked my mouth and throat, destroying it with his sudden movements, making me understand that I'm just a toy for his passion, that he's not even turn on with me, I'm more like Like a sex toy, my mouth is a place where he masturbates himself and can use it whenever he wants.
the noises of joeng destroying my throat can be heard all over the place, but i don't care, i'm proud that a scumbag like me could end up being used by a guy like him. He doesn't even know how much I love him, to him I'm just a disposable object, but still, I've never been so happy
Day 4
I am completely addicted to him... to his feet... I don't care if they are clean or dirty... I never thought of developing a fetish for men's feet, before... it was something that seemed so repulsive to me, but see Joeng on top of me, trampling my penis and playing with my glans with his sweaty soles... Damn I can't take it anymore, my penis is about to erupt... Thank you for showing me who I am and for giving my existence a new meaning
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Production note: This is an idea that we had discussed a long time ago with joeng, in a night with friends talking about fantasies, I have always said, If one day they take me to prison by mistake, I am sure that the second day I would already be sucking it the feet of the other inmates XD, then he told me, if I were to fall in prison, I'm sure I would turn my partner into my human washing machine, so we merged our brains to create this piece of art, I like it, because it's literally Joeng bringing out a natural side of himself, it is an expression of something that he already really is and not a performance, I am glad to have achieved the right setting. Besides, what fetishist wouldn't be happy licking the feet of handsome boys in prison?
