Jack would do anything to stay out of prison. Since he was ..
🕑 Added 2021-05-08 01:25:54 +0000 UTC
Jack would do anything to stay out of prison. Since he was released on parole, he tried desperately to change his life around. He continued to workout after he got out of prison, creating a ripped muscular body. He even became an online role model to steer people away from drugs and crime. When he was younger he made a lot of bad choices with drugs that led him to commit crimes and got himself locked up in prison. He doesn’t like talking about the experience while locked up, and he would do anything not to have to re experience it. He made it to every appointment with his parole officer, even though Jack hated the old, fat fag. The parole officer kept coming on to Jack even after he repeatedly told the older man he wasn’t gay.
Jack was late for his parole meeting as he was stuck in traffic. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel in anger. He know that the faggot parole officer would use it against him for being late again. He ran his tattooed hand over through his blond hair in frustration. He knew he should have left the gym earlier, he didn’t even change out of his shorts and stringer that showed off his muscle packed, tattooed body.
When Jack finally arrived, he ran up the old building’s stairs and bulged into the parole officer’s office.
“You late,” the overweight man barked as he closed a file and pushed it into the file draw of his desk.
“I was stuck in traffic,” Jack pleaded. He hates graveling to the sick pervert.
He could see the parole officer looking him over with those hungry perverted eyes. Jack felt disgusted.
“You've been late for the last three appointments,” the parole officer opened Jack’s file. “Each time you had some kind of excuse. It is not looking good for you when I report to the judge. It won’t take much for the judge to revoke your probation.”
“Fuck, come on, give me a fucking break,” Jack yelled.
The parole officer smirked and made a note in the file, “adding aggression issues to the report isn’t helping either. You haven’t controlled your anger issues yet have you.” The parole officer leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, looking smug.
“Come on please, give me a break man. I will do anything to stay out of prison, man,” Jack pleaded. He hated doing it, and instantly regretted saying it as he caught the parole officer’s eyes roaming over his tan, tattooed, muscle packed arms.
The parole officer leaned forward, “you desperately don’t want to go back to prison do you. Exactly what are you willing to do to stay out of there?” He reached over and touched Jack’s large left bicep, gently stroking the tight tattooed skin.
Jack jerked his arm away, “I don’t do that shit. I’m no man’s bitch.”
“Come now, I saw your record and read the “accident” reports. What I am asking you to do won’t be anything that you haven’t done while locked up. And trust me, I would be a lot gentler than they were in prison. Plus after I’m done, you can go and fuck any pussy you want. At least until our next appointment,” the older man touched Jack’s left thigh.
Jack pulled his leg away, “I’ll go to your supervisor and report your sick ass.”
Instead of scaring the man, the parole officer laughed, “and they're going to believe an excon punk like you. You look so upstanding with those prison tattoos.”
Jack’s heart sunk. He didn’t trust the system and knew the parole officer held all the cards. As the man reached for him again, Jack didn’t move away this time. In defeat Jack let the parole officer pull aside his shirt to expose Jack’s left nipple.
“Nice tits,” the man whispered as he pinched them.
The parole officer pulled his hand away and unbelted his pants to pull out a fat cock, “now take off your shirt and get down on your knees.”
Humiliated and seeing no way out, Jack pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his tattooed chest and chisel torso. He had worked hard on his body starting in prison and even harder once he got out. All of his hard work paid off. Now, for the first time since he was released early from prison, he slid down onto his knees and placed a cock into his mouth. He closed his blue eyes and wrapped his lips around the thick cock. He tried to take it slow but the parole officer was impatient. He grabbed Jack by his blonde hair and pushed his cock deep down the ex con’s throat. Jack began to gag and cough as his tight throat was pounded. Tears welled in Jack’s eyes and ran down his chisel, masculine face. For the first time since prison he was letting another man use and humiliate him. Jack was ashamed as the old feelings began to stir in his shorts, while the parole officer fucked his rugged face. The man held his hair guiding the muscle stud’s mouth on and off his cock.
Finally, the parole officer finally pulled Jack’s mouth off his cock. Jack fell downward onto his calves. The parole officer’s cock was covered in drool and saliva.
“Good boy, I bet you was a popular bitch in prison,” the parole officer laughed. “Now, standup and take off your shorts, boy.”
“Please, no,” the normally cocky, tough excon pleaded.
“No back talk bitch, or you will be heading right back to prison,” the parole officer pulled Jack’s hair.
Defeated and humiliated, Jack stood up and towered over the short, fat parole officer. He took a deep breath and pulled down his shorts. His tattooed and smooth body looked sculptured and flawless as he stood before the older man, in just his grey boxer briefs. He instinctively covered his bulge.
“Beautiful. Now the underwear,” the parole officer ordered. “In fact, I don’t want you to wear anymore underwear when you come for our appointments.”
Jack’s face was red in embarrassment as he hooked his thumbs into the side of his underwear and pulled them down. His own meaty cock was semi hard and slowly growing.
“Now, look like you don’t dislike this as much as you pretend,” the parole officer laughed. “Get over here and bend over the desk.”
With his head down, Jack stepped out of his shorts and underwear and walked in only his sneakers over to the parole officer’s desk. When he reached the desk, the older man pushed him to bend over the desk. He turned his head as he was laid flat down on the hard surface. The parole officer took his time as he admired the tattooed, shredded back with its layers of ripped muscles on top of muscles. The tattoos came down to Jack’s lower back and stopped, leaving his ass and legs smooth and flawless. Jack waited as the parole officer reached into his desk draw and pulled out a tub of lube. Jack felt the man’s fat hands spreading his muscular ass cheek.
“Damn that’s a pretty ass, bet you keep it nice and tight now after all the fucking it received in prison.”
Jack started to protest as he felt the cold gloo being squeezed onto his tight hole.
“Relax, boy. Resisting is a fast ticket back to prison and as you know, they don’t use lube there,” the parole officer slapped Jack’s ass hard. “Damn, that’s a firm ass,” the older man slapped the other cheek.
At each slap Jack jumped and tried desperately not to cry out. The hard slaps strung and burned. Finally the man stopped, slapping his ass. The parole officer then spread the firm muscular ass cheeks. Jack braced him against the desk as he felt the cock head pressing against his tight little hole. He felt the thickness pushing into him, causing steering pain run up his spine. He wanted to cry out but didn’t want to give the parole officer that pleasure. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the cock pushed deeper into him, stretching the tight canal. Jack knew the pain was temporarily and he feared what came after the pain faded more than the pain itself. When the parole officer found his prostate, the pain was replaced with pure pleasure. Jack tried desperately to not to moan. His cock grew hard as it was pressed between his chisel abs and the hard wood desk. The parole officer began to thrust in and out of Jack’s ass. The older man grabbed hold of Jack’s thick tattooed shoulders and pushed all the way in and then out of the tough stud’s ass. Jack’s cock was throbbing under him. His alpha facade, with his huge shredded muscles and tattoos, crumbled. He couldn’t hide what he was. Jack couldn’t hold out and he let out a deep masculine moan. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was once again made to realize he was meant to be another man’s bitch, as he came on the desk under himself. As he came, his entire body spasmed. His ass muscles gripped the parole officer’s cock and the vice like grip began to milk the older, fat man. The parole officer let out a loud moan and came deep inside Jack. The older man collapsed on top of the ex-con’s wide thick back. Jack quietly cried under the man’s weight. He was once again another man’s bitch.
When the parole officer recovered and pulled out of Jack’s ruined hole, he gave the sore ass a slap and told him to lick his cock and desk clean. Defeated and broken, the tough, tattooed ex con obediently obeyed.
