So many many years ago long before a proper justice system, you were guilty, never innocent, even wrongly accused you were found guilty, each case had to be closed and they were. I was charged and found guilty, thrown in a cell, all concrete, filthy conditions, water dripping, and we are not talking clean water.
Prisoners beaten by guards on a daily basis, I did what I could to stay off their radar and not be seen. For the moment I was in with three others, we slept on the floor, we had a bucket of water and a bucket to pee and poop in.
The other three stayed on their side of the cell me on mine, the door opened and they threw this man in, I would later find out a man of about thirty his name Peter. They had beaten him to an inch of his life, he lay there in a lump so close to death. He moaned he groaned, he was in so much pain, covered in bruises and blood, he lay there one of my fellow prisoners went in and kicked him told him to shut up.
I got up and went and pushed him away from this poor guy, he went to take a swing at me and I slammed my fist into his face. He landed on the other side of the cell, I leaned down and checked to see if he was still breathing. He was, his heartbeat was slow but still there, I dragged him to my side of the cell and lay him on his back.
One of them told me to just let him die, I got up and slapped the guy, I told him if he said anything like this again I would beat him like they had beaten my friend here. I removed my shirt and tore it to strips, and pieces, I wet parts of it and I washed his wounds. I bandaged him up and lay him on my lap, there were no beds in here you slept on the dirty damp wet concrete floor.
I washed his face and the blood that had dried on his handsome face, I moved his hair from his face and ran my hands thru his hair, he snuggled in close to me, I ran my hand over his shoulder down his back. This seemed to soothe him, take his pain away, he slept on my lap, a soft snore coming from him, I am sure this was the best sleep he had had in a very long time.
I nodded off a few times but we did not sleep much in here, he woke up an got up to pee, he came back and snuggled back on my lap his head so close to my cock and balls. He made me hard, my cock strained to be held in and out of our prison clothing. He snuggled in closer and his face was on my cock now, his warm breath on the tip of my penis.
Here I was in a prison where we were meant to die, no food barely any clean water and I had this handsome man on my cock bringing me so close to orgasm. His hand went up my torso inside my shirt, I wanted to stop him but it felt way too good. He opened up my prison pants, like pajamas they had a fly in them with no zipper.
He dug out my rock hard cock, his hand on it, it felt incredible once out he put his lips on it then sucked it into his mouth. He lay there on my lap, sucking my cock not deep just the knob and maybe an inch or two of the shaft. My balls tucked in and I moaned as my cock fed him, he drank every drop and kept on sucking.
He kept my sensitive cock in his mouth but now he held it in deeper, he slowly fell asleep my cock in his mouth and his gentle sucking. I too dozed off, the orgasm had taken it out of me, we were woken by the guards. They saw that he had my cock in his mouth and I was semi erect once more, the one guard his hand over his own crotch and his cock protruding in his pants.
