Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2016 21:36:16 +0100
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Hating Hunter - Part 17

Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing
about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Home and Away actors
featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Seven
Network, Australia.

His name may be Hunter; but inside jail he was hunted. As the fresh newbie
at the bottom of the food chain, he was preyed upon by guards and prisoners
looking for a new hole to play with...

"Merry Christmas boys." Sgt. Emerson said, shoving a handcuffed Hunter into
the waiting hands of two muscular prison guards. "Don't go easy on this
one, he's a menace." Emerson added, handing one of the guards Hunter's
file.

"Hmmmm you *have* been a bad boy." The guard said as he read the list of
Hunter's crimes and misdemeanours: arson...break and enter...robbery...
assault...suspected accessory to murder... The revelation of Charlotte's
role in Denny's death, along with the fact Hunter had run away, made him a
person of interest. Although no formal complaints had ever been made,
Emerson added rape to the list, just for good measure.

"We'll take it from here." The guard said as he and his colleague hauled
Hunter off to be searched.

"Remove your clothes!" One of the guards barked at Hunter, who was now
temporarily uncuffed for the search.

"Fuck off. I've already walked through a metal detector, you know I'm not
hiding anything. *cough* Perverts *cough*"

"Listen here smart ass, this is the big time. You either do as you're told
or suffer the consequences. Now take it all off, boy!"

Hunter stood there sullenly with his arms crossed as the guards eyed him
like a pair of hungry wolves ready to pounce.

"Last chance boy - we can do this the easy way or the hard way!" ... "OK,
the hard way it is!"

Guard 1 pulled Hunter's sweatshirt off, while Guard 2 pulled his pants
down.

"See? Nothing. Don't know what you think you're gonna find." Hunter
snapped.

"Mmmmmm I like the look of this." Guard 1 said, grabbing Hunter's cock.

"Don't touch me!" Hunter warned as the guards laughed at him. "I said
DONT. TOUCH. ME!" Hunter yelled louder as he felt Guard 2's fingers sliding
up his ass one by one.

"ARGHHHHH!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Hunter screamed as Guard 2, not
satisfied Hunter's ass was empty, slid his entire hand up Hunter's passage
as he began fisting him.

"You refused to cooperate. Now we're doing this the hard way. Don't say you
weren't warned."

Hunter cried in pain; a succession of big Summer Bay cocks had stretched
him to some degree already, but a fist was a whole new level.

"Shut up!" Guard 1 ordered. "You'll get us in trouble. And you wouldn't
want that, would you boy? We're here to protect you."

But Hunter had never been so uncomfortable in his life; he couldn't silence
himself so easily.

Hunter felt relief as Guard 2 removed his fist. But Guard 1 threw him to
the floor. Hunter then got it from both ends as Guard 1 silenced Hunter
with his 10" cock while Guard 2 resumed his search.

"I'm done. But I can't be sure. You better double check." Guard 2 said to
Guard 1 as he tried his hand, literally, at searching Hunter internally.

"All clear." Guard 1 confirmed. "Damn it, I was really hoping we'd find
something up there."

"He needs something up there. Any ideas?" Guard 2 laughed as double dicks
began drilling the incoming guest.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....OHHHHH YEAH......." Hunter moaned, twin tools
trespassing into him more in line with his comfort levels.

"Listen to that, the little whore likes it!" Guard 1 laughed.

"He's gonna fit in just fine." Guard 2 laughed in response...

***

"Aren't you going to let me clean up first?" Hunter asked as the guards led
him to his cell. His ass was leaking so much of the guards' gunk that it
was seeping through the back of his pants, leaving him with a wet
patch. Hunter was afraid a cum-covered backside would attract unwanted
attention; he was already off to a bad start with the guards. But wet or
dry, Hunter was a hot head that couldn't lay low if his life...or his
ass...depended on it.

The surf club incident that started it all was nothing in comparison to the
royal treatment Hunter received, although it did prepare him...a
little. Hunter had taken many cocks over a few hours that day; but with
nothing but time on their hands, merciless prisoners were constantly
servicing Hunter all day, every day. Hunter was often forced to take
multiple double or triple fuckings in a row as the prison gang banged away
their boredom. It got to the point Hunter was so sore and barely able to
walk he thought it would be death by dick. But there could be worse ways to
live one's final moments.

Hunter's existence became a physical and mental blur; his tired body raw
and hot as he lost the ability to decide, or care, if he was in a state of
pleasure or pain. Used like a circus animal whipped to perform, Hunter went
through the routine motions, moaning and groaning loudly but nonchalantly.

"You! Stop that ruckus!" One of the night guards ordered; Hunter keeping
the prisoners awake after lights out. But Hunter was so out of it he didn't
hear the guard.

"Alright, you asked for it!"

The cell door slammed open as the guard marched inside and slid his
nightstick into Hunter's mouth. Hunter didn't bat an eyelid; his moaning
only muffled by the object.

Another guard on duty walking past had stopped to inspect the scene.

"Hey, check this out!" The first guard laughed. "He can't tell the
difference between a cock and my nightstick!"

"Retard." The other guy muttered under his breath before pushing aside the
prisoner that was fucking Hunter.

The prisoner leaned back against the cold metal bars, jerking off as he
watched the second guard stick his nightstick up Hunter's ass, deliberately
stretching him further...as far as he could...waiting for Hunter to
snap. But Hunter had become so used to being used, not even a nightstick in
either nook was enough to elicit a response from him...

***

Breakfast in bed for Hunter was bundles of beefy sausage served with
splatterings of raw egg whites. But Hunter was about to receive an
unexpected break in the sex schedule.

"Some pretty boy's here to see ya. Your boyfriend or something." A guard
said as he dragged Hunter away.

"Can I at least get dressed?!" Hunter demanded.

"Don't want to keep your stud muffin waiting." The guard replied gruffly
and impersonally.

Hunter's mind was jelly. He didn't know what he was going to say to
Tank. He at least had to apologise for `borrowing' his car.

As bow-legged Hunter stumbled into the visiting room, he was greeted by
sanctimonious laugher...it was actually VJ there to see him.

"Awwww...you didn't get coffee with your cream this morning?" VJ laughed,
looking Hunter up and down like a piece of dirt, observing how criminally
cum-covered he was.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"To *see* you. Emerson was right, this was so worth it!"

"Ok, you've seen me. Give my regards to Emerson." Hunter said sarcastically
as he turned to leave. "Have a nice life, Veej." Hunter called out as he
hobbled away.

VJ prepared to leave too, until his eyes locked with those of another sexy
prisoner. But not only was this prisoner fucking hot; there was something
very familiar about him. VJ was sure he knew him, but from where?

"Guard, organise us a conjugal visit." VJ requested as he and the prisoner
continued to stare lustfully at each other...

TO BE CONTINUED...

NEXT:

It's the jailhouse rock with jailhouse cock as the identity of VJ's
prisoner is revealed

Hunter meets another former bay resident and forms an alliance with him as
they prepare to escape