Miguel stepped into the prison shower block and knew right away he was fucked. The place was empty except for six Latino guys from the block crew, all stripped down, tattoos covering their chests and arms, thick cocks already half-hard and hanging heavy between their legs. They circled him fast, no words at first, just hard stares and the sound of water hitting tile.
“New meat,” one of them said, a big guy named Rico with a shaved head and a cock that looked like it could split a man open. He grabbed Miguel by the neck and shoved him against the wall. “You know how this works. You take what we give or you bleed.”
Miguel’s heart hammered but his own dick twitched. He’d heard the stories about the Latino crew’s initiations. Now it was his turn. Rico yanked Miguel’s shorts down and spat on his fingers, shoving two straight up his ass without warning. Miguel grunted, hole clenching around the rough intrusion.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” Rico laughed.
“We’re gonna loosen this bitch up good.”
The others closed in. Hands grabbed Miguel’s arms and legs, spreading him. One guy dropped to his knees and swallowed Miguel’s cock in one wet gulp while Rico kept finger-fucking his ass, adding a third finger and twisting. Miguel moaned loud, the sound echoing off the tiles. Another inmate, thick and hairy, stepped up and slapped his fat uncut cock across Miguel’s face.
“Open up, puta. Suck it.”
Miguel opened his mouth and took the cock to the root. It tasted salty and musky, the head pushing into his throat. He gagged but kept sucking while Rico pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his own thick dick. One hard thrust and Rico was balls-deep in Miguel’s ass. The stretch burned, then turned into a hot, full feeling that made Miguel’s cock leak down the throat of the guy blowing him.
They took turns. Rico pounded him hard and fast, hips slapping against Miguel’s ass, calling him a filthy prison whore with every thrust. When Rico pulled out, another guy slammed in right behind him, using Rico’s cum as lube. Miguel’s hole made wet, obscene sounds as it got used. He kept sucking cock after cock, cum already dripping from his chin onto his chest.
They flipped him onto all fours on the wet floor. One inmate lay under him and shoved his cock back into Miguel’s ass while another straddled his face and fucked his throat. Two more stood on either side, jerking off and slapping their dicks against his cheeks and shoulders. The guy underneath grabbed Miguel’s hips and drilled upward, hitting his prostate every time. Miguel’s moans turned into broken, desperate noises around the cock in his mouth.
“Take it, take every inch,” the guy fucking his face growled, holding Miguel’s head and pumping deep. Thick ropes of cum shot down Miguel’s throat. He swallowed what he could, the rest spilling out the corners of his mouth.
They kept rotating. Every hole got filled. Someone shoved two fingers in alongside the cock already in his ass, stretching him wider. Miguel came hard without touching his own dick, shooting across the chest of the man under him. The crew laughed and kept going, using his cum as extra lube.
Rico took the final round, flipping Miguel onto his back and folding his legs up to his chest. He fucked him slow and deep at first, then hard enough to make Miguel’s whole body jerk with every thrust. The other guys stood around jerking off, painting Miguel’s face, chest, and stomach with load after load of hot cum. Rico grunted and unloaded deep inside, filling Miguel until it leaked out around his cock.
When they finished, they left him there on the floor, covered in sweat and cum, ass sore and used. Miguel lay there breathing hard, already knowing he’d be back for more the next day. The crew owned him now, and he wanted every dirty inch of it.
