Fingered and Eager: Jail Intake's Unspoken Rite

The steel door slams shut behind the newest inmate, #50, as the guard, a burly, tattooed man with a smirk that says he's seen it all, approaches. "Strip," he barks, his eyes gleaming with a mix of authority and something more primal. The inmate hesitates, then complies, revealing a toned, eager body that the guard appreciates with a slow, thorough gaze. He steps closer, his fingers trailing down the inmate's chest, pausing at the waistband of his boxers. "Spread 'em," he growls, pushing the inmate against the cold wall. The inmate gasps as the guard's thick fingers probe his ass, testing, teasing, preparing him for the unspoken rules of this new, harsh world.

• fingering
• jail

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