By comparison, Zayland is more like a four star hotel than a maximum security prison. It is a ten story, newly built, ultra modern facility with all the conveniences. Gymnasiums; libraries; well appointed cells; good food; etc. The guards are all respectful, polite and considerate. It is privately owned and run and yet despite all the privileges we inmates have, there is a feeling of foreboding that runs like a quite undercurrent throughout the prison population. This "feeling" is seldom spoken of amongst the prisoners yet all know something is wrong. This is, after all, a prison filled with men who have committed the most serious of crimes and not Utopia by any means.

Rumour has it that some prisoners simply disappear in the middle of the night never to be seen or heard from again. When the guards or authorities are questioned about these "disappearances" the same reasons are always given. "Early parole; case over turned on a technicality; etc.". In some cases this proves to be true when letters are received from those that have been set free early. Yet there remains a large number of disappearing prisoners that are simply never heard from again.

There is only one clue to suggest that something is very wrong in these cases. It is two men unlike the rest of the guards and staff known as "The Guards From Hell" ! All other guards wear standard, "sane-looking" uniforms and are over all OK to deal with as long as you don't give them any "grief". But these two are definitely unique in all ways. First is their uniforms. All black leather they wear extremely tight pants outlining massive cocks and tight, hard asses. With their pants tucked into knee high boots, they are bare-chested except for harnesses criss-crossing their massive chests. They also wear peaked caps and leather gloves.

Both are over 6' tall; are massive musclemen with god-like bodies; and are extremely good looking. One is blond, blue-eyed and hairless. The other dark haired, brown-eyed and has a beautiful hairy chest. Both have eyes as cold as steel and on those occasions when they appear and wander freely through the various sections of the prison, muscles rippling like liquid steel, one would think they owned the place. Perhaps they do ! They are granted access to any and all parts of the prison without question. All the other guards treat then with the utmost respect.

One Thursday afternoon about 2:00, in the west wing of the 6th floor where I'm incarcerated, the usual noise of the day becomes total silence as "The Guards From Hell" appear. It's like a wave of fear that ripples throughout the wing. Every one knows that their appearance guarantees at least one prisoner is about to "disappear", sooner or later.

The two from hell strut slowly from cell to cell inspecting each inmate. Some they move past quickly and others they stop; look over the "meat"; whisper to each other some comments; then continue on as though searching for someone "special". Now they are in front of my cell and taking too much time whispering to each other for my liking. Already shaking with fear inside, I begin to physically shake as one takes a key and opens my cell door. They both enter my cell and lock the door behind them.

Without saying a word, they hand cuff my wrists and ankles to the cell bars. They both take out knives and slowly begin ripping off all of my clothing until I am 100% bare-assed naked. All the while this humiliation is taking place, they stare into my eyes with their cold, sadistic eyes. Now as they instruct me to flex each muscle, they take turns roughly feeling me over from head to toe. As they do their magnificent bodies and god-like beauty give me a hard on. I can see the bulges in their pants growing as their cocks also grow harder and their breathing as well as mine becomes hot, laboured and excited. It is fast becoming a very strange but beautiful sexual experience despite my fear.

This experience lasts about half an hour before one turns to the other and says "Ya...this one is perfect.". The blond fuck then produces a syringe and injects me with some drug that knocks me out on the spot. When I come to later I am still naked; my wrists and ankles have been released; and there on the floor are a pair of gloves. As I pick them up to inspect, a note falls out. It says..."YOU'RE DEAD MEAT...REAL SOON, FUCKASS !". It is dark now, late I assume and extremely quiet in the whole wing. As fear and paranoia take over my mind, the small blue time light in my cell flashes twice indicating it is now 2:00 am Friday.

Almost immediately I hear the main wing gate open and the unmistakable strutting steps of the two "Guards from Hell". They arrive at my cell; open the door; then instruct me to put on the black leather gloves. I am told to NEVER take them off....EVER ! With this over, I am hand cuffed one wrist to each of the two mastodons and lead naked from my cell. We pass through the main door and into the 6th floor foyer where there is no guard to be seen anywhere.

There is a bank of 20 elevators used to transport the prisoners from one floor to another. But tonight, a panel in the wall has been opened to expose a 21st elevator. One I never knew existed. The door is open and we enter. The blond one inserts a key into a panel which lights up with all the 10 floor numbers listed as well as the standard "G, B1 and B2" that all the other 20 elevators have. But this elevator has another letter..."H" which he pushes. We begin to descend 6,5,4 etc. through B2 and then the elevator continues for quite a while longer indicating that we are now well below the sub basement level of the prison.

The elevator door opens and we walk out into a magnificent foyer made entirely of black marble. It is dimly lit and void of any appointments whatsoever. On the facing wall is a huge set of carved steel doors. As we approach the doors, they are opened from the inside by two equally beautiful men, one black the other Indian. Both stallions are naked and oiled. We walk through into a futuristic setting that is indeed beautiful. The large, spacious area is a semi circle. In the centre is a set of stairs descending to who knows where. Off the semi-circular side of the foyer are 8 glass cell doors.

My hand cuffs are removed and the two naked mastodons guide me roughly toward one of the glass doors. We enter; go up 6 steps and walk down a wide corridor about 40 feet long. At the end are two spacious steel-barred cells side by side. I am thrown into one and left there...ALONE ! It is like a luxurious hotel room and more. Bed, TV, tables, chairs, sofa, etc. Even the floor is carpeted.

The adjoining cell is equally well appointed but empty. The one strange thing about this set-up is the common shower. It's a 16'*16' square area, 8'*8' protruding into each cell. There is a locked steel barred door in each cell accessing the area. Inside is a full set of gym equipment; mats on part of the floor; and next to the wall, a marble area with two shower heads. A unique and strange arrangement.

For two days I am left alone. Excellent food is provided, whatever I wish to order. I am permitted periodic access to the gym equipment and shower area every day. I have no idea why I am here and any questions I ask are replied to with statements like "FUCK-OFF !...YOU'LL SOON FIND OUT !, ETC.". I see only the two naked guards, either the black one or the Indian. Never the two "From Hell".

About 2:30 am Sunday morning I am woken by the sound of someone approaching the cells. I look and see, for the first time, YOU being escorted to the adjoining cell by the same two naked guards. Your 6'3", 190 lb. body with your heavy cock slapping against your thighs sends emotions like fear, terror and excitement rushing through my blood and I get a hard-on. Your rippling, massive muscles; bad-assed, strutting attitude; instinctively tells me we are soon going to have something in common to experience. You are, in a word, MAGNIFICENT !

The guards leave and I get out of bed as naked as the day I was born. From our cells we glare at each other without saying a word. We both strut slowly, heavy cocked and excited toward the common wall between us. About two feet from the wall, we both stop and inspect each other for some time without saying a single word. Both our cocks grow heavier from the experience and somehow we instinctively know that one day there will be no bars between us and it will be time to have some ....REAL FUN !

About a half an hour later all four guards arrive. From outside our cells the two "Guards From Hell" tell us why we are here. First, we have both been incarcerated for the same charges. "Participating in illegal, GLADIATOR WRESTLING DEATH FIGHTS, for which the sentence is life !" We are further told that we have been brought here to eventually fight each other. My immediate thoughts are these. "Are these assholes fucking crazy ? What chance do I have against such a physically superior man as you ?". We are further told that the winner of the eventual fight will be set free providing the other no longer exists after the wrestling fight.

Into your cell come the "Dark haired one from hell" and the naked black guard. Into mine, the other two. We are both then hand cuffed to the common wall next to the 16' common gym/shower area. For you it's only your left wrist and for me, my right wrist. If we turn, we will now be face to face, cock to cock through the bars. Next our bodies are oiled from head to toe by the naked guards. Now the two leather adorned "Guards from Hell" open the common area doors and both enter from opposite sides.

They begin to argue as to who they wish to be their individual "champion". Both have chosen you ! The blond then says, "Then we fight for the same champion". They quickly strip bare-assed naked except for their leather gloves. They drench themselves in oil. We watch as the two massive musclemen with huge heavy cocks begin to stare each other down; verbally threaten each other; and then begin to circle for their wrestling fight. This is what both YOU and I...LOVE TO WATCH AND DO ! It is what we live for man !

Both mastodons are beautiful fighters. They are vicious, vindictive, mean and cruel with each other. They fight like animals filled with hatred yet at the same time they seem to love not only what they are doing but each other. As first one gains control, then the other. We watch as these two men dripping in oil and sweat produce a show of massive muscle and massive cock against massive muscle and massive cock in a mortal love/hate wrestling fight for their would be champion.

Hour after hour as we watch them work each other over, we begin to reach for each other between the bars. We inflict whatever restricted torture and pain we can on each other through the bars; threaten each other verbally; and express our pure, loveless hatred for each other as we watch them fight it out. As we do, the naked black guard in your cell and the Indian in mine each "manhandle" us. Sometimes they pull us apart other times they encourage our limited fighting. Most often when they pull us apart, they slap a wrestling hold on us and make us watch the other two massive muscle men fight it out.

It is like a six man voyeur/ participating combination of TORTURE, PLEASURE, HATRED AND A PURE MACHO, UNBELIEVABLY SEXUALLY EXCITING EXPERIENCE IN HELL ! And yes YOU love it as much as I DO, FUCKER ! As the end nears, the guard with you and mine hand cuff our other wrists in such a position as we have to watch the fight for champion. They drop to their knees and begin sucking our now rigid, throbbing cocks. As they do, our closely cuffed hands are entwined together doing whatever we can with them to hurt each other.

Now the fight between the two "Guards from Hell" is nearing an end. The blond is face down and caught in a slow, painful, long lasting, sleeper hold. Not only is he being slowly, methodically and deliberately "put-out" but your soon to be Master, is also being fucked by the big, dark haired mastodon. The blond begins to moan as he rubs his sweaty, oily cock against the mats. He is near orgasm from him painful pleasure and knowing that his dominator is about to put him to sleep.

His big dominator also begins to groan with both the pleasure of domination and his own sexual pleasure. First the blond moans and we see the cum spurting out from under his body. Next the dominator cranks up the pressure and as the defeated blond losses consciousness, he screams with excitement as he shoots his load of cum up his ass. At the same time both of us cum inside the mouths of the naked guards sucking us off.

We are now un cuffed; the blond is carried out by the other three; and we are once again....ALONE !