Security monitors flicker, displaying grainy images. A man whose face is hidden slowly strokes a humongous cock. He’s drawn to the action in one screen, which morphs into color. Bare-chested Donnie Dean and Landon Conrad mash lips as they jack off through their boxers. Donnie is the first to suck; his hairy pecs and hard nipples clench as he works his jaw on Landon’s huge, arching cock. Donny’s black leather jock strap frames his butt cheeks invitingly and Landon parts them with his tongue and a finger. Donnie adds his own finger, which he pulls out and gives to Landon to sniff and suck. A bare bulb in a rusty reflector, and monitors like those seen earlier, cast a glow over Donnie as Landon fucks him on a grimy cot. The pleasures of a hard cock coursing through a hot hole temporarily erase the harsh reality of confinement. Donnie flips Landon around and fucks him in return. Landon’s cries echo through the other cells, which have their own wall of monitors. No act is private. Donnie suspends his body from straps hanging from the ceiling, his hole planted over Landon’s face as they pump out loads for the vicarious pleasure of all.
