Rehabilitation Old Judge Samual Giles was pleased with Dr...

Rehabilitation Old Judge Samual Giles was pleased with Dr. Stewart’s work as the tough ex-con obediently unzipped his orange jumpsuit and peeled it off his shoulders, revealing his gang and prison tattoos and chisel, lean muscles. The prison jumpsuit fell to the ground and Jack stepped out of it. Jack’s fat cock was stand straight out and proud. The old judge knew Jack’s record well. He was a hardened criminal. In and out of prison from everything from drugs, assault, attempted murder. The prison system said he was unrehabilitable. He hated gays and had been charged with hate crimes. While in prison, he got into several fights. The judge mused that they were probably with other inmates who wanted a piece of his well sculpted ass. There was little in prison to do except workout, and Jack definitely used his time well with building a hard, muscular body. “He is beautiful,” the judge whispered as he sat across from the naked ex con. The doctor stood behind the seating judge, his hand on the back of the chair, “and completely docile. Tell him to suck your cock.” The judge looked up at the doctor, “you sure he is safe.” The judge heard the reports about the last man that tried to make the tough, dangerous excon perform oral sex. “Trust me. All of his aggression, yet say, have been fucked out of him,” the doctor laughed. “Jack, get on your knees and suck my cock,” the judge ordered as he opened his judge’s robe and revealed that his cock was already open of his pants, rock hard. “Yes, master,” the once dangerous, overly arrogant ex-con slid down to his knees and crawled over to the older man. The judge was nervous and excited at the same time as Jack opened his mouth and engulfed the cock between his lips. “Oh, mmm, he's very good,” the judge moaned as Jack took the entire length down his throat. “I was letting some of the prison guards train him. They were quite impressed with his oral skills and how fast a learner he was,” the doctor said as he watched Jack’s head bobbing on and off the judge’s cock. The judge was so turned on that he grabbed Jack’s ears and began to face fuck the ex con’s face. Muffled moans escaped from Jack’s full mouth as he sucked harder and faster to keep up with the older man’s thrusts. All along the once straight ex con’s cock remained rock hard. His cock was throbbing and leaking on the expensive rug in the judge’s chamber. The judge let go of his ears and ran his hands over Jack’s wide, tattooed back, squeezing and rubbing the hard worked muscles. His fingers tracing the pumped vascular veins running over his delts and trap muscles. “Think of the benefits your treatment can give society. Prisons would be a thing of the past. The most hardened criminals can be turned docile,” the judge pressed his leather shoe back against Jack’s cock and let go, watching it bounce and snap back forward. The only response from the ex con was another muffled moan. “How about getting his ass fucked? Have he been fucked and if so, did he show any resistance,” the judge mused. “He been well trained in getting fucked as well. I program him to feel only pleasure. And I must say from experience, his ass is pure heaven,” the doctor laughed. The judge grabbed Jack by his hair and pulled the ex con off his cock, “I want to fuck him, now.” Jack was soon on his hands and knees on the coffee table in the middle of the office. His muscular legs were spread and his smooth, pale ass was facing the judge. The doctor had made sure that the ex con’s ass was thoroughly shaved and cleaned before he had him transported to the judge’s chambers. The judge stood behind the ex-con's perfectly shaped ass and admired it. He then reached out and stroked it. He squeezed and kneaded at the meaty, yet firm cheeks, spreading them. The judge remembered the first time Jack was before him in his courtroom. Jack was so cocky, even arrogant, standing there smirking. His public defender tried to make him look presentable in a new suit, but the tough stud stood with his legs apart, daring anyone to stare at the large packed bulge in his tight suit pants. Judge Samuel wanted to slap him across the face and fuck that arrogant smile off his handsome rugged face right then. The judge raised his hand and slapped it against the firm left ass cheek. Jack let out a loud grunt but remained on his hands and knees. Again, the judge raised his hand and this time brought it down on the right cheek. Jack’s fist gripped the edges of the coffee table, but again he didn’t show any protest. In fact his cock jerked at each impact. “Have you been a bad boy, Jack,” the judge raised his hand again and brought it back down on the left cheek. “Yes, sir, I’m a bad boy, sir,” Jack grunted. Hearing the deep masculine calling himself a boy was making the judge even more aroused. He stopped spanking the ex con and reached down between the tight cheeks and stroked Jack’s hole. “He has been lubed before being transported here. I only let myself, the warden, and a handful of trusted guards at the prison to fuck him. So as to keep him tight,” the doctor spoke. The judge didn’t say a word as he pushed a finger into Jack’s hole. At the feeling of his insides being stroked Jack let out a deep moan and pushed his ass back. “You are a hungry whore aren’t you,” the judge smiled. “Yesss, sir, hungry whore,” Jack moaned again. If his old self would see or hear himself, he would have been humiliated and furious at being treated like that. However, the doctor’s program had thoroughly destroyed all traces of the once arrogant, dangerous stud he once was. “Such, a dirty, cheap whore,” the judge squeezed a second finger into the tight anal canal. “Fffuck, I’m a dirty, cheap whore,” the tattooed ex con pushed his hips back for more. “You did an excellent job, Doctor,” the judge pulled his fingers out. “I’m glad you are pleased, honour,” the doctor smiled. The judge then lifted his robe up and aimed his fat cock at Jack’s tight, little hole. He then gripped the naked ex con’s narrow waist and roughly pushed into him. Jack’s grunt was loud and animalistic as his manpussy was ripped open. His fingers dug into the table’s corners as his muscles tightened and flexed. The judge eased out and thrusted back into the muscular ass. Each time he pulled out he rammed back deeper and harder. “Damn, he so fucking hot,” the judge moaned. “His ass muscles feel like they are trying to milk me.” Jack was feeling pure pleasure as his prostate was pounded over and over. His cock was bouncing and throbbing to the rhythm of the judge’s thrusts. He needed and wanted to cum so badly. The doctor walked around Jack, running his hand over the sweat covered ripped back, “he can’t cum until he is given promise to. It helps to keep him obedient and submissive.” When the doctor stood in front of the ex con, he stroked Jack’s sweaty head. Jack looked up at the doctor with a look pleading to be allowed to cum. He was so desperate to cum. “Please,” Jack moaned. The doctor smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. With the judge thrusting in and out of Jack’s hole, the doctor grabbed Jack’s ears and pushed his cock into into the ex-con's mouth. The tattooed tough stud was being fucked from both ends. His cock continued to throb and leak with no relief in sight. Finally the Judge couldn’t hold out any longer. He thrusted all the way into Jack’s ass and paused. “Fffuck,” the judge moaned and came hard. Seeing the judge cumming and with Jack working his tight throat over his cock, the doctor quickly followed. He shot his load deep into Jack’s throat. Jack had no choice but to swallow it all. Before either the doctor or the judge pulled out of him, the doctor whispered, “cum now.” Without touching his cock, Jack cried out and came hard. The two men laughed as they pulled out of him. The judge slapped Jack’s head, “clean up your mess.” Without protest Jack proceeded to lick up his cum off the coffee table and off the floor. After licking up his cum, he then proceeded to lick both men’s cocks clean. Once he had thoroughly cleaned each man’s cock, Jack stood and placed his hands behind his back and head down. Meanwhile, the doctor reached into his briefcase and pulled out a steel cockcage. Jack just stood there as the doctor attached the cage around his now soft cock. “When will he be auctioned off,” the judge zipped up his pants while watching the ex con’s cock get locked up. The doctor turned to the judge, holding the keys to the cockcage in his fingers, “actually, he is not going up for action. Consider a gift from the Cartel for your loyalty and service.” “Thank you,” the judge took the keys from the doctor and smiled at his new slave.