HOLE 1

In a dank cell, a prisoner sprawls across his bunk, eyes locked on a wall of video monitors flickering with men locked in raw, relentless fucking. The feed zooms tight on Angel Rock, his thick shaft disappearing into Tyler Wolf's eager mouth. Tyler's biceps, traps, and delts swell and strain, slick with sweat that traces every ridge. Angel sports a crusty jockstrap, stained and unwashed, clinging to his hips like a badge of filth. His hairy pecs rise and fall in heavy heaves as one hand steers Tyler's head deeper, the other twisting a nipple until it peaks red. He yanks back, spits a hot glob onto Tyler's cock, then swirls his tongue around the throbbing head, teasing it to twitch. Tyler's pulsing hole draws Angel in like a siren's call, slow at first, then insistent. Angel laps at it, sucks the rim, probes deep with his tongue until saliva and ass slick mingle and drip down those smooth cheeks. He rears up and drives his swollen cock straight into the dark heart of Tyler's buns. Tyler winces, face twisting, but his fist flies over his own shaft, chasing ecstasy through the burn. Their bodies twist and grind, cries echoing loud enough to pipe through every monitor in the detention center. Angel's thrusts build to a savage frenzy, power and pace shattering Tyler's control—cum arcs high, splattering his torso in sticky ropes. Angel holds back, pulling out to feed his load straight into Tyler's waiting mouth.