It is all black and form-fitting to his muscular body. He has his shirt tucked into the pants with a black belt around his waist. A gun hangs from this belt, along with a pair of handcuffs and an extensive set of keys. His shoes look like they were shined just seconds ago, despite the fact that he has been wearing them all night. A shiny brass badge is pinned to the right side of his chest.

Johnny has long, greasy black hair that he tucks behind his ears. His eyes are set back in his head, giving him a mean look. A thick mustache sits on his upper lip.

“Hey boy, you think I don’t know what you do in there at night?” mutters Johnny. The words slither out of his mouth like a snake. I begin to get excited again, and feel the blood start to rush to my cock.

“What are you talkin’ about, pig?” I respond in jest.

“I’m talkin’ about those busy sheets. I know there isn’t a draft in there, so something’s gotta be shifting them around.” He gives me a smirk and continues, “It looks like it’s starting up again. I better come inside to inspect and make sure you’re not trying to break out.”

He takes the ring of keys from his belt and opens up my cell. He walks in and stands over me, staring me down on the bed. My hard cock has made a tent with the sheets. Johnny takes his nightstick and pokes my dick with it.

“Looks like I found the culprit,” he says, now rubbing my shaft with his stick. I throw my head back in pleasure since this is the first time anything else had made contact with my cock for months. He slowly lifts up the sheet with his free hand, exposing my naked body and erect penis. “Damn, that’s some pecker you’ve got!” Johnny exclaims. He’s right; my cock is eight inches long and thick. He takes the nightstick and makes direct contact with it, starting at the head, moves down the long shaft, and pushes the tip into my ball sack, twirling the stick and massaging my nuts.

“Oh fuck, that’s great,” I moan. I pinch my nipples with my fingers to make them hurt, wondering what this mean prison guard in his uniform will do to me.

He moves his nightstick from my nuts to my taint, then tries to force it into my asshole. I am way too tight for him to get it in, and dry at that, so I tell him to let up.

“You don’t want to rip me in two,” I tell him.

“Not with this, anyway,” he says, giving me that grin again. He unzips his pants and releases his soft cock. I pull myself up and take his balls into my hand. I softly massage them and look up to him like a dog to its master. I take his limp dick into my mouth and roll my tongue around his sensitive head. He starts getting harder and the room in my mouth becomes limited, so I take him in deeper. He grunts and moans, pulling my hair so that it hurts.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, suck my cock you lying piece of shit,” Johnny commands, still fully