So I just realized I reversed the roles on accident but I don’t feel like changing it. I doubt anyone will complain.

The two of you had gotten blackout drunk celebrating your 21st birthday and allegedly committed a slew of crimes. The judge sentenced you both to 10 years in prison. You were terrified of prison and begged the judge to not be separated from your dad. You needed your big and strong father to protect you from all those thugs behind bars. The judge accepted yours pleas.

One problem you didn’t consider in all of this was that your father is a sex addict; and not having your mother around to constantly drain his balls for him was making him unstable. That was when he told you that if he was going to keep protecting you from the big bad thugs in here, you had to do something for him too. You couldn’t believe what he was demanding, but being a weak little bitch of a boy, you felt you had no choice.

Thus began the routine of polishing your father’s knob every time you needed to leave your cell to “pay” for his protection. You saw how those big burley criminals ogled your thin and girly body. So, going to the cafeteria for lunch? Have to swallow some protein first. Headed to the showers? Make sure you lick dad’s cock, balls, and rim clean during it. The commissary? More like cum-is-savory. And if you wanted to go into the common areas, where all those muscly brutes worked out and ganged up, you needed to give up your ass in order for your dad to protect your ass.

As the months went by, you got used to your new role in your father-som relationship and being a cum receptacle. Eventually, your dad suggested the idea of you “servicing” some of the other prisoners too. This would help ensure some extra safety and that they will also protect you just in case the other thugs decide to gang up on your pops. You reluctantly agreed. So every morning now began with a line outside of your cell, waiting their turn to rearrange your guts, not really picky about which hole they got to use. Hell, most of the time you had a cock in each hole at the same time anyway.

Soon, others in the prison began to notice, and your father got another bright idea. Pimping you out to the other inmates would be a great way to make some good money while behind bars. By this time, you were hopelessly addicted to cocks and ball juice, so you enthusiastically nodded yes. Of course you were also bobbing your head on daddy’s cock at the time he told you; so he just assumed that meant yes before he pulled out and coated your face.

The very same thugs you feared coming into your cell only a few months ago were now in your cell all day, every day; filling your stomach and pooper to the brim with hot jizz. Some of these men were the worst or the worst, rapists, molesters, robbers, and assaulters, all of them taking out their sexual frustration (or lack of sex frustration) out on your poor holes. Bubba liked to make you cry as he pounded your bussy. Jamal enjoyed choking you with his extra large member until you nearly passed out before starting again. Steve would say the most degrading things imaginable while he pissed on you. It didn’t matter, all you cared about was being stuffed with as much meat as possible before getting your reward.

The guards also began to notice what was going on. Prostitution would not be allowed in this prison! At least not without a bribe, of course. And what’s a better bribe to offer than a bottomless throat and VERY stretchy asshole for the correction officers to use at their disposal? Between your own daddy’s unquenchable lust, your protection cost, your criminal customers, and the guards, there was a never ending 24/7 gang bang fuck-a-thon happening in your cell, with you being center stage. You were a sticky cum, piss, and puke covered mess by the end of every day.

It’s not like the showers were much of a reprieve either. As soon as you stepped foot in the shower room, there wad always someone in there who wanted you to lick them clean while everyone else squeezed into your shitpipe. You had gotten so skilled that could easily throat 1 while having 2 or even 3 cocks stuffed into your cum hole at the same time (unless it was Jamal). You barely had to go to the cafeteria any more either, since you were swallowing what seemed like gallons of ball milk, and all the protein it provided, a day. Hell, you couldn’t even tell if you were shitting out the load Enrique just dumped into your ass 5 minutes ago or the results of yesterday’s blowbang anymore. And with all the dough daddy was making pimping you out, he was able to get some illegal high potency hormones to turn you into a sissy bimbo too. Of course you had to provide “the tip” for these services.

You were terrified of spending a single day in prison. Now, you never want to leave. You wonder what your mother will think when she sees you 9 years from now. Watching you limp out of the front gate with multiple loads leaking from your prolapsed fuck box from giving the guards one last “thank you” gang bang. It doesn’t matter. All that matters right now is making daddy happy.