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A Game Without Rules (51 images)
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 22:00:04 +0000 UTCKyle walked down the prison corridor, his slender figure standing out against the gray walls. Thin, short, with pale skin and blond hair, he looked fragile, but his cold gaze hinted at something more. He wore only a loose T-shirt that barely covered his thighs, revealing the absence of underwear. A chastity cage adorned his small penis—a joke by the guards to emphasize his femininity. Every step was accompanied by whistles and lewd comments from the cells. "Hey, femboy, come here, show us what you've got!" someone shouted from behind the bars. Kyle just smirked, his blue eyes flashing with a cold fire. He wasn’t afraid. He was never afraid.
He was being taken to a new cell—to Big Ben. Legends surrounded Ben: tall, powerful, with dark chocolate skin and a bald head, he was a true giant. His penis, as they said, was the size of his fist, if not bigger. Kyle knew he hadn’t been transferred here for no reason. The guards wanted Ben to "tame" him. But Kyle wasn’t someone who could be broken. He was dangerous, and he knew it.
The cell door opened, and Kyle stepped inside. Ben stood in the middle of the room, his massive figure dominating the space. He slowly approached Kyle, his eyes sliding over the boy’s thin frame. "Well, aren’t you a pretty thing," he murmured, his voice low and thick like honey. Kyle didn’t flinch. He looked at Ben, his gaze calm, almost challenging.
Ben pulled out his penis, and Kyle couldn’t look away. It was huge, thick, with prominent veins. Kyle felt something stir inside him. Not fear, no. Something else. Desire. He hadn’t expected it, but it was there, hot and insistent. Ben placed a hand on Kyle’s head and gently but firmly pushed him to his knees. "Open your mouth, kid," he ordered. Kyle obeyed, but not out of fear. His lips wrapped around the head of Ben’s cock, and he began to move, his tongue sliding over the hard flesh. He did it not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
Then Ben lifted Kyle and laid him on the bed. "Try to sit," he said, his voice patient. Kyle didn’t wait. He grabbed Ben’s hips and lowered himself onto the man’s cock. The first attempt was unsuccessful—he felt pain but didn’t stop. The second try worked. Kyle moaned, his body tensing, but gradually he began to adjust to the size. He felt his insides stretching, every inch of the penis filling him. And then the pain turned to pleasure. Kyle began to move, his thin hips rising and falling, his small caged penis trembling with arousal.
The guards watched through the bars, some already masturbating, unable to hide their interest. Ben lifted Kyle like a feather and began lowering him onto his cock again and again. Kyle felt his body filling with warmth, pleasure building with every movement. Then Ben flipped him over, putting him on all fours, and thrust into him with renewed force. Kyle cried out, his nails digging into the mattress, his body shaking with every thrust.
When Ben came, his cum filled Kyle to the brim. Kyle felt his stomach bulging from the sheer volume of fluid. Ben pulled out, and thick semen began to spill out of Kyle, dripping onto the floor. Kyle lay there, trembling, his body covered in sweat, his face a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. He looked at Ben and smiled. "Not bad," he whispered, realizing he was lucky to have such a cellmate.
Comments
Sviatoslav Nykyforchyn
Thanks😊
Cody
Super hot!
