I enter my tiny hotel room, a single dim bulb lights the room, I place my large bag down on the bed, it's all I have on me. Inside the bag arw a few pairs of clothes and a lot of money. I used to work for a business that collects money from shops, banks, car parks, even the few still working payphones, one day I got fed up woth being paid a tiny amount to transport millions, so I came up with a plan. I faked being stolen from, I pretended that se armed men had stolen the money. I almost got away with it as well but somehow they found out and I went on the run. That was a month ago.
Right now I'm waiting for someone to drop off a new passport so I can leave the country, start a new life somewhere else, somewhere where nobody will find me, where I'll never been seen again.
I jump slightly as I hear a knock at the door. Peaking through the curtains I see a hooded figure. I sigh in relief, although I've not been found yet, and in a completely different part of the country, I'm always on edge, always looking over my shoulder, it's why I need to leave, I need to get away and be left in peace.
As I open the door I'm thrown back as the hooded figure grabs me and closes the door, the intruder spins me around and pins me on the bed. Before I can react my hands are cuffed behind me and a ballgag is shoved roughly in my mouth.
"You've been a difficult man to find. Fortunately the guy you hired to get you a fake ID is an informant of mine, well he is for the right price and a blind eye." I'm rolled over and I kick my leg out in an attempt to catch him off guard and make my escape but he grabs my leg.
"It's not worth fighting, it's over. You've already been charged in your absence. Soon you'll be in prison and I'll be paid. A surprisingly good amount as well, that's the only reason I spent so long tracking you down. I got an offer from some private prison, they'll pay me three times more than my regular fee if instead of bringing you in to the police I contact them instead." My heart races, what did he mean private prison? I'd heard rumours about a private prison, an urban legend, one that keeps prisoners as sex slaves, started by a millionaire who became its first inmate, that last bit makes it truly unbelievable. The bounty hunter looks down at me smiling creepily.
"We have some time before they get here and you did cause me a lot of trouble. Why don't we have a bit of fun?" As his hands reach for my trousers I know exactly what he means by fun. I panic and jump off the bed and dive past him for the door. I collapse to the floor in pain as the prongs of a taser stab into back. My body twitching I'm lifted back onto the bed. As he undoes my trousers I start to struggle and kick at him. I quickly feel the taser shock me in response causing to twitch and spasm in pain. I'm shocked another two times, leaving me twitching and unable to fight as my trousers and underwear are pulled down exposing my ass and now hard cock, a surprising side effect of the taser shocks. I'm flipped over, my face resting in the bed sheets as I feel the mattress move with my captors weight as he climbs on top of me, his hard cock brushing against my legs and ass cheeks. Pinned under his body I struggle slightly trying to fight back, only to scream into my gag as his cock thrusts painfully into my ass. I try to push him away but my arms only hit his unmoving muscular body as he continues to fuck me ignoring my futile efforts to fight back. Despite my struggles my cock pushes into the bed as it twitches hard. Filling my ass with his cum he pulls out and turning me over my hard cock towers up into full view, much to my embarrassment and the amusement of my captor.
"I see that you enjoyed it. That's a good sign for where you're going." Where I'm going? Were those urban legends less of a legend than I thought? Or hopefully he's just referring to being a prison bitch, either way not something that I'm looking forward to and would rather avoid. He climbs in the bed and lies down with me and plays with my cock, slowly causing me to start moaning into the gag, part of me actually wanting him to fuck me again so that I can cum.
His phone pings and he looks at it before putting it away again.
"I'm sorry but our time together is about to end. Would you like a parting gift?" I just moan in my gag, not sure what the gift is but desperately wanting to cum and hoping that it would result it release. His cock enters my ass again and this time instead of screaming I moan in pleasure, accepting his cock, my own twitching. I moan loudly as I finally cum, shooting my load as my captor keeps pounding my ass. Soon pleasure begins to build again as his cum shoots into now well used ass, as he pulls out I moan needing more.
"You want more? Don't worry, I'm sure that you'll get plenty more where you're going." I jump and turn my head at a sudden knock at the door. My underwear and trousers are quickly pulled back up before I'm dragged towards the door, as I am I plead into my gag and try to convince him to not hand me over.
Despite my attempts he opens the door to reveal four men. One of the men look at a photo of me and smile.
"We'll take him from here."
"Goodbye. I hope you enjoy your new home." He pushes me towards the men who grab my cuffed arms in a hard grip. I look back sadly as one of the men hand over a briefcase. The bounty hunter opens it and checks the money inside. Smiling he shakes his hand.
"I'm glad to business with you. If you ever need my services, please contact me again." I struggle as I'm pulled away towards a van, the side door slides open and I'm bundled into the van. Suddenly the world goes dark as a bag is placed over my head and I feel the vehicle move towards jail.
The engine of the van dies and I hear the door slide open. I'm roughly lifted and dragged out of the van, the sound of footsteps on hard concrete echos around me. As we came to a stop I'm blinded by light as the bag is pulled off of my face, in front of me stands a man in a suit and several other men in prison guard uniforms.
"Welcome to the prison. You have been charged and sentenced to life imprisonment, here you will remain for the reat of your life. While here you will repay your debt to society, I'll leave the specifics of how for you to find out." At the last sentence he smiles sadisticly, in a way that sends shivers down my spine. I want to run but looking around I realise that any attempt would be futile, I'm in a locked room full of guards, in a prison somewhere unknown.
"Strip." I feel the cuffs around my wrists loosen and defeated I remove my clothes, one of the guards snatching them away from me as I do. I stand scared and naked, unsure what the men will do to me next. I panic as two men carry a set of heavy shackles and chains towards me. As I panic I'm hold tight by the guards, as my ankles, wrists and neck are locked into the shackles, each connected by a long heavy chain. One of the guards grabs another chain attached to my collar and begins to pull me down a corridor.
We stop at a cell door labelled 001. The guard slides open a hatch and shoves my face towards it, forcing ke to look inside,.what I see is a nightmare. Inside is what looks to be a thin starved man in shackles like mine but ones rusted and grimey with time, covered in dirt and filth, his body marked by whip marks and burns, his body hidden under dirt. His mouth held open by a large ring gag, his ass a gapping hole, next to it a brand burnt into the flesh of his ass cheek and his eyes glazed over, as his caged cock drips pre cum over his swollen and bruised balls, well ball, he seems tp have lost one of them. Along with the sight is of the smell of the cell, as it hits my noise I immediately want to throw up, the reeking stench of sweat, piss and shit, the latter two smells coming from the disgusting full waste bucket.
"That's your fate prisoner 004." Fear and terror overwhelms me as I pull and struggle, I resist with all my strength as I'm pulled towards a cell labelled 004. I feel the sudden pain of a taser in my stomach but keep fighting as tears form in my eyes. More shocks hit me as I resist slowly weakening me as I'm dragged into my cell, my chain locked to the wall. The last embers of hope die as the heavy metal door slams shut, the noise echoing through the empty stone cell, and I hear the lock click shut trapping me here forever. I frantically pull on the chain holding me to the wall, only to collapse into tears as it refuses to budge. Alone in the empty, dark and cold cell I wait in fear at what is to come. Imagines of my fellow inmate now run through my mind, only filling me with dread at my fate.