Joe lay motionless in the hospital bed; the cavernous prison ward was dark, illuminated only by the red glow of the exit signs. A soiled neck bandage covered a four-inch slash, received defending himself from the “bootie-bandits.†In the distance Joe could hear the faint squeaking sound made by the orderlies rubber sole shoes as they minced along on the tile floor. The sound grew louder, Joe pretended to be asleep. The two orderlies stopped at the foot of Joe’s bed and chuckled.
“Hey Joe, you asleep or just faking it?†They took hold of his feet covered by a thin sheet and gently spread his legs apart; they licked their lips and moaned at the sight of the huge mound of cock. “It’s alright Joe Baby, you get some rest you’ll need all your strength for the party we got planed for you.†Joe could hear the laughter fade as they walked to the end of the large ward.
Another late night visit was coming, more rough handling of his already sore cock and balls. Joe supposed it could be worse, they could have punked his ass while he was still drugged from surgery. However, that was not a major concern from these two guys, they were really into heavy-duty prison meat and loved to suck it off repeatedly. For a lesser-endowed inmate, wakening from surgery strapped down in an infirmary bed under the care of the infamous duo was a thing of dread.
Joe grinned and whispered to himself. “No more Indian meat for those bastards.†He had been planning his escape for months and managed to steal a set of keys from one of the orderlies he face fucked during the last late night session. While one of the orderlies stood by the door as a lookout the other guy would get his fill of cock. Joe waited until it was Jamie’s turn, a really a small guy, only about four and a half feet tall and easily manipulated. Joe made him lay down on the hospital bed, then mounted his face, forcing him to take half of his big cock. As Jamie gagged and pushed against Joe’s rock hard abdomen, he was unaware that Joe had unsnapped the key ring from his belt.
Jamie loved being manhandled and told Kent, the other orderly that Joe liked it rough, squealed in little high-pitched voice and lied about taking every inch of Joe’s dick. “God, I’m going to have to have throat surgery after taking that bad boy!†He fanned his face and fluttered his eyes for dramatic effect.
Kent was six foot, four inches and built like a tank, He towered over Joe but he was gentle as a lamb. Kent would have Joe lie on his back, take hold of his ankles and lift Joe up as he tried to devour his cock. It was always a struggle for Joe to cum after his multi-climax with Jamie, but he knew Kent would not stop until he got a mouth full of hot cum.
Crouched on the polished floor Joe groped his way across the dimly lit ward, stealthily inched his way pass the rows of wheelchairs, slid on his stomach under the hospital beds, occasionally startling some half-awake…
