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9 HAYDEN'S WHEELS OF SISYPHUS PART 7, REVOLUTIONS 32096, THIRTY DAYS? A LOUD CRY ECHOED THROUGH THE CELL. THE SOUND, WAS COARSE AND ROUGH. THE SOUND, UTTERED BY A MAN IN PAIN. 33'S VOICE. THIS WAS 33'S COCK, YES SEVEN INCHES LONG NOW. BUT IT AGAINST, HIS GROWING MUSCLES IT LOOKED SO SMALL. 33 HAD A NEW SHOCK RING FITTED. WHEN ON S-TIME HE GETS A SHOCK, IF HE STOPS. THE SHOCKS INTENSIFIES. AS S-TIME CONTINUES. S-TIME, IS MEASUREMENTS IN TIME, A CONVICT, AT SISYPHUS PENITENTIARY, KNOWN AS, SWEAT SOAKED TOIL. IS S-TIME. STATE TIME = S-TIME. THE SWEET SLEEP OF UTTER EXHAUSTION, OF PENITENTS, IS KNOW AS P-TIME, GOT IT. ANOTHER SHOCK, WAS DELIVERED, TO 33'S BALLS. HE WAS CONSTANTLY MONITORED AND AT TIMES, GUARDS GOT REAL PLEASURE, OUT OF WATCHING HIM SQUIRM. AS WITH THE START OF EVERY DAY OF TOIL, 33 SOAPED UP HIS BODY. TOLD LIKE A DUMB BEAST, TO SOAP EACH PART. “SOAP UP YOUR BUM 33, ALL FOUR FINGERS IN THERE?”, THE SPEAKER, ON THE CAMERA INSTRUCTED. I'D LIKE TO STICK MY FINGERS, UP THERE BUMS, 33 THOUGHT TO HIMSELF, IRRITABLY. ON ONE OF THE BIG SCREENS, A GUARD CAUGHT 33 PISSING. THE GUARD WANKED HIMSELF LUSTFULLY. “GET ON WITH IT AND NO SLACKING, SHOCKS WILL, MAKE YOU TOIL MUCH HARDER, SEE”, THE WANKING GUARD, TOLD 33. IT HAD BECOME NATURAL TO 33 NOW. HE PISSED AND CONTINUED THE NEVER ENDING JOURNEY, AROUND THE WHEEL. LONG HOURS OF WATCHING A CONVICT TOIL, MEANT A HOT BLOODED MAN'S COCK NEEDED RELIEF, IT WAS A PERK OF THE JOB.

A GUARD WATCHING 33 ON, ONE OF THE BIG VIEWING SCREENS. HE PRESSED THE HOURLY WATER BUTTON. IN 33'S CELL, WATER POURED, FROM THE WATER UNIT ABOVE. ONCE AN HOUR, COOL WATER, POURED FROM THE WATER UNIT, ABOVE, ONTO 33. 33 DRANK HIS FILL. THE FILTH FROM HIS PELT, ENTERED THE DRAINS, AT HIS FEET. FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. 33 STOPPED SWEATING. HE KNEW THAT 16 OF THESE AND A DAYS TOIL WAS DONE. BUT THE WATER, DID NOT STOP THE SWEATING. THE HEAT FROM THE INDUSTRIAL LIGHTING, COMBINED, WITH HIS OWN BODY HEAT. TURNED THE ROOM INTO, A HUMID, JUNGLE LIKE, ENVIRONMENT. THE SWEAT POURED OFF HIS BODY, ADDING TO HIS SUFFERING AND MENTAL PUNISHMENTS. SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, LONELINESS. THE ONLY SOUNDS, THE BUZZING OF THE LIGHTS. THE GRINDING OF THE WHEEL. THE DRIPPING OF FLUIDS. HIS OWN CRIES AND SCREAMS. AT LAST THE SIREN SOUNDED. ANOTHER DAY OF TOIL IS OVER. 33 REMOVED THE HEAVY YOKE. VERY WEARY AFTER EATING, 33 CRAWLED TO HIS BED MAT.

WITH SO MUCH TESTOSTERONE, IN HIS MUSCLE BOUND BODY. IT WAS QUITE NORMAL, THAT 33 NEEDED TO RELEASE, HIS ANIMAL URGES. 33 GOT LOST IN HIS SEXUAL FANTASY, OF BEING FUCKED BY TORQUE. THE GUARDS, JUST ENJOYED THE SHOW. 33 IN HIS FANTASY, TORQUE FUCKED HIM HARD. “ONLY A REAL MAN, CAN FUCK LIKE THIS, BETCHA CAN FEEL THIS, YOU LIKE IT DON'T YOU”, TORQUE TAUNTED HIM, IN HIS FANTASY. 33 GROANED DEEPLY, AS HE CUM HARD, ONTO HIS BED MAT. THIRTY DAYS OF 33'S RELENTLESS TOILING ON THE SISYPHUS WHEEL SO FAR. €15

HAYDEN'S WHEELS OF SISYPHUS PART 7, HAS SIX SETS OF DOUBLE PAGES, THAT FORM PANORAMIC IMAGES. THOSE PAGES ARE

PAGES 2 AND 3 FEATURES, 33 AT THE WHEEL DISPLAYING HIS SEVEN INCH COCK AND NEW SHOCK RING. THE FORMULA TO CALCULATE 33'S TIME AND EFFORT AT THE WHEEL.

PAGES 6 AND 7 FEATURES, A GUARD WATCHING 33 ON THE BIG SCREEN, WHILE 33 PISSES, AS HE TOILS.

PAGES 8 AND 9 FEATURES, A GUARD WATCHING ON THE LARGE SCREEN, PRESSING THE HOURLY WATER BUTTON. 33 GETTING HIS HOURLY REFRESHING AND CLEANSING CASCADE OF WATER.

PAGES 10 AND 11 FEATURES, 33 TOILING ON THE SISYPHUS WHEEL, ENDURING THE MENTAL AND PHYSICAL PRESSURES.

PAGES 12 AND 13 FEATURES, 33 REMOVING THE YOKE AT LAST, AS THE SIREN SOUNDED, SIGNALLING THE END OF HIS DAYS TOIL. 33 CRAWLING TO HIS BED MAT EXHAUSTED, AFTER EATING.

PAGES 15 AND 15 FEATURES, IN HIS FANTASY TORQUE FUCKS HIM HARD. “ONLY A REAL MAN, CAN FUCK LIKE THIS, BETCHA CAN FEEL THIS, YOU LIKE IT DON'T YOU”, TORQUE TAUNTED HIM IN HIS FANTASY. 33 GROANED DEEPLY, AS HE CUM HARD ONTO HIS BED MAT. THE GUARDS ENJOYING THE SHOW.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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10 HAYDEN'S WHEELS OF SISYPHUS PART 8, REVOLUTIONS 99989, BOOST. ASSISTANT CHIEF WARDEN TORQUE, WAS ON HIS WAY TO VISIT 33. HIS UNIFORM WAS CRISPLY IRONED. IT CLUNG TO HIS BODY, LIKE IT WAS MADE OF SPANDEX. HE KEPT HIS HAIR, IN THE CONVICT STYLE. HE HAD A FIVE O'CLOCK SHADOW, ON HIS BROAD, CHISELLED FACE. HE WAS WEARING A PAIR OF SUN GLASSES, TO BLOCK OUT, THE INDUSTRIAL LIGHTS, IN 33'S CELL. TORQUE OPENED 33' CELL DOOR, IT CREAKED, AS IT HAD NOT BEEN OPENED, FOR SOME TIME. “HELLO 33, HOW IS YOUR DAY GOING?”. TORQUE ASKED AND STOPPED. IN STARK CONTRAST, TO TORQUE'S NEATNESS. 33'S HAIR HAD GROWN IN PATCHES, LIKE UNKEPT GRASS, UNDER A TROPICAL HEAT. STICKING OUT IRREGULARLY ON HIS HEAD, CHIN, PITS AND PUBES. A LIGHT FUZZ, ON HIS CHEST, LEGS AND THIGHS. THE VEINS ON HIS BODY, STUCK OUT, UNDER HIS RED, SWEATING SKIN. “YOUR BESTIAL ANIMAL BODY, IS SURE PUTTING ON MUSCLE, SAVE FOR YOUR PECKER. IT LOOKS LOST, NEXT TO THOSE THICK THIGHS OF YOURS 33”, TORQUE TOLD 33. “WHAT ARE YOU, ….. ERGHHH, DOING HERE, WARDEN?”, 33 ASKED. “I'M A LITTLE BUSY”, HE ADDED, BREATHING HEAVY, FROM THE STRAIN, OF TURNING THE WHEEL. “URGH, NO”, 33 GASPED AGAIN. THE WARDEN HAD THE SHOCKER, TURNED OFF AND STOPPED 33, TO GROPE”, HIS COCK AND ARSE. “A MAN HAS A RIGHT, TO PET AN ANIMAL, SEE HOW YOUR COCK LIKES IT, ITS GROWN AND INCH”, TORQUE REPLIED. TORQUE REMOVED, THE CHAIN AROUND 33' WAIST, AS IT WAS IN THE WAY. ASSISTANT CHIEF WARDEN TORQUE WAS RIGHT. 33 SENTENCED TO TURNING THREE MILLION REVOLUTIONS, OF THE WHEEL. HE WAS DESIGNATED A BEAST UNTIL, THEY WERE ACHIEVED. SO UNTIL THEN, TORQUE, COULD DO WHAT HE LIKED, TO BEAST 33'S BODY.

“I HAVE BEEN PROVIDING YOU WITH THE PROPER ENCOURAGEMENT, WHO DO YOU THINK WAS GIVING YOU THAT EXTRA SHOCK EVERY DAY?”, TORQUE TOLD 33, AS HE STARTED TO STRIP OFF HIS UNIFORM. “YOU WOULD STILL BE PUSHING 500 REVOLUTIONS, BUT NOW YOUR ARE DOING A 1000, ON AVERAGE”, TORQUE ADDED. WHAT IS HE UP TO NOW STRIPPING NAKED, 33 WONDERED FEARFULLY. “YOU ARE A PERVERTED FUCKER TORQUE”, 33 REPLIED. “I'LL WAGER YOU CAN DO 1500 A DAY IN YEAR, WITH THOSE MUSCLES AND YOUR STAMINA?”, TORQUE TOLD 33. “I'M GOING TO TRAIN YOU TO BE A MODEL CONVICT, NO PAIN, NO GAIN”, TORQUE ADDED, AS HE FINISHED STRIPPING NAKED. “SO ON TO YOUR HARDEST TRAINING EVER, HARD ON THE OUTSIDE AND ON THE INSIDE”, TORQUE STATED. “NOT ALL MAKE IT TO THE END, OF THEIR SERVING”, TORQUE SAID, IN A WARNING TONE. “LIKE LAST WEEK ONE CONVICT, COLLAPSED AT THE WHEEL AND NEVER WOKE UP”, TORQUE INFORMED 33. “HE WAS SERVING MORE THAN A MILLION REVOLUTIONS, MOST CONVICTS, DOING A MILLION REVOLUTIONS, DO”, HE ADDED. “SO THAT IS WHY DOING THREE MILLION, YOU MUST TRAIN TO MAKE IT”, TORQUE STATED. TORQUE THOUGHT THAT MAYBE 33, NEEDED MORE INCENTIVE. “THIS WILL MAKE YOU GO FASTER?”, TORQUE SAID THRUSTING HIS HARD COCK, INTO 33'S ANUS. TORQUE HAD THE SHOCKER, REMOTE CONTROL, IN HAND, AS 33 TURNED, THE WHEEL, WHILE BEING FUCKED BY TORQUE. “CONGRATULATIONS, ON HITTING A HUNDRED THOUSAND REVOLUTIONS, BUT IF YOU DON'T MOVE ER, IT WILL BE TEN YEARS, BEFORE YOU LEAVE THIS PENITENTIARY”, TORQUE TOLD 33 SOME TIME LATER.

“I WANT YOU TO MAKE ONE HUNDRED REVOLUTIONS, IN AS FAST A TIME AS POSSIBLE, NOW”, TORQUE ORDERED. TORQUE PULLED HIS COCK OUT OF 33'S ARSE. THEN PRESSED THE REMOTE. “WAY TOO SLOW, I WANT YOU TO PUSH UP TO TWELVE HUNDRED A DAY”, HE TOLD 33 AFTER HE FINISHED A HUNDRED REVOLUTIONS. TORQUE PRESSED THE REMOTE AGAIN AND 33 MOVED FASTER, TO ESCAPE THE PAIN. FOR THE NEXT HUNDRED ROUNDS, THE JUICE WOULD FLOW FROM THE REMOTE. “THE ONLY WAY TO END THE PAIN, IS TO COMPLETE THE TASK”, TORQUE TOLD 33. “MORE POWER WILL BE GIVEN, IF I SEE YOU SLACKING, NOW PULL YOU LAZY MAGGOT”, TORQUE WARNED. TORQUE INCREASED THE VOLTAGE A NOTCH. LIKE A GALLEY SLAVE, 33 FOUND THE SUPER HUMAN STRENGTH TO AVOID THE PAIN. THE BLOOD FLOWED THROUGH 33'S BODY LIKE A BULLET TRAIN. HIS HEART THUMPING. PULSING IN HIS CHEST, AS THE ELECTRICITY FLICKERED THROUGH EVERY FIBRE OF HIS BODY. ROUND AND ROUND 33 WENT, PICKING UP HIS PACE, TO GET THROUGH THE NIGHTMARE OF PAIN AND GET IT OVER WITH. “THERE THAT TOOK YOU SIXTY MINUTES EXACTLY, WE WILL PULL FIFTEEN HUNDRED A DAY YET?”, TORQUE TOLD 33. WITH THAT DONE. “I'LL GIVE YOU ANOTHER PRESENT, WHAT THOSE HARD BUM CHEEKS NEED, A GOOD HARD FUCK”, TORQUE SAID SLAMMING, HIS COCK HARD, INTO 33'S ARSE. TORQUE FUCKED 33 HARD, LEAVING HIM PANTING AND SWEATING. “TAKE FIVE 33, THEN GET YOUR ARSE BACK TO PULLING, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL TURN THE SHOCKS BACK UP FOR THE NEXT THOUSAND, OR UNTIL YOUR BALLS ARE FRIED”, TORQUE SAID, AS HE LEFT 33'S CELL. “I'LL BE WATCHING”, HE ADDED. 33'S ORDEAL AND SUFFERING TURNING THE WHEEL OF SISYPHUS AND AT TORQUE'S HANDS CONTINUES. €15

HAYDEN'S WHEELS OF SISYPHUS PART 8 HAS 7 SETS OF DOUBLE PAGES, THAT FORM PANORAMIC IMAGES, THOSE PAGES ARE

PAGES 2 AND 3 FEATURES, TORQUE GREETING 33 IN HIS CELL BEFORE ANOTHER LONG DAY OF TOIL. COMPLEMENTING 33 ON HIS INCREASED MUSCLE MASS.

PAGES 4 AND 5 FEATURES, TORQUE GROPING 33 BEFORE THE DAYS TOIL BEGINS.

PAGES 6 AND 7 FEATURES, TORQUE STRIPPING OFF AND CONGRATULATING 33 ON ACHIEVING 100 REVOLUTIONS DAY, AND TELLING HIM IN A YEAR HE COULD BE DOING 1500.

PAGES 8 AND 9 FEATURES, TORQUE TELLING 33 OF ANOTHER CONVICT SENTENCED TO 1000,000 REVOLUTIONS HAD DIED. SO 33 SENTENCED TO 3000.000 REVOLUTIONS, NEEDED TO TRAIN HARD, TO MAKE IT. TORQUE THRUSTING HIS COCK IN 33'S ARSE TO GIVE HIM MORE OF AN INCENTIVE.

PAGES 10 AND 11 FEATURES, TORQUE CONGRATULATING 33 ON REACHING 100 000 REVOLUTIONS, WARNING HIM HE NEEDED TO GO FASTER, OR HE WOULD BE IN THE PENITENTIARY, FOR TEN YEARS. HE DEMANDED 33 TURN A 100 REVOLUTIONS IN AS SHORTER A TIME, AS POSSIBLE. EVEN AS 33 DID THIS, TORQUE USED THE SHOCKER TO ZAP 33'S BALLS TO MAKE HIM GO FASTER.

PAGES 12 AND 13 FEATURES. TORQUE ZAPPING 33 TO MAKE HIM GO FASTER, DEMANDING HE DID 1200 REVOLUTIONS. 33 FINDING THE SUPER HUMAN STRENGTH TO GET THROUGH THE NIGHTMARE ORDEAL.

PAGES PAGES 14 AND 15 FEATURES, TORQUE TELLING HIM HE TOOK 60 MINUTES TO IT 1200 AND HE WOULD HAVE HIM DOING 1500 NEXT. THEN TORQUE FUCKED 33 AS A REWARD. HE TOLD 33, HE HAD FIVE MINUTES BEFORE, HE HAD TO START PULLING AGAIN. HE WARNED 33 THAT HE WOULD TURN THE SHOCKS UP, FOR THE NEXT 1000 REVOLUTIONS UNTIL HE FRIED 33'S BALLS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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11 HAYDEN'S WHEELS OF SISYPHUS PART 9 WHIPPED CREAM. SURELY BUT EVER SO, EXCRUCIATINGLY SLOWLY, A DAY PASSED BY, IN THE UNDER GROUND DUNGEON. THE MONOTONY OF 33'S LABOUR, WAS PUNCTUATED, BY THE SHOCKS, FROM THE PUNISHMENT UNIT WATCH, WATCHING HIS EVERY MOVE. JUST WHEN HE THOUGHT OF IT. THE PAIN CAME. WHENEVER 33'S MIND WANDERED, HIS BODY SEEMED TO HUNCH SLIGHTLY AND HIS LEGS MOVED, A SECOND TOO SLOW. HE HAD TRIED TO STOP THIS HABIT, TO REDUCE THE SHOCKS, HE RECEIVED. BUT HE HAD NOT BEEN VERY SUCCESSFUL. HE WAS SURE IT WAS DONE, TO SHAKE THINGS UP, TO KEEP CONVICTS, ON THEIR TOES.

OCCASIONALLY, 33 COULD HEAR, THE OTHER CONVICTS, THEIR SCREAMS, COMING FROM OUTSIDE HIS CELL. SOUNDS OF TORMENT, FOR SLACKING AT THE WHEEL AND THE PUNISHMENTS INFLICTED. 33 WAS SURE THEY, THEY COULD SOME TIMES, HEAR HIS SCREAMS, AS THE ELECTRICITY, COURSED THROUGH HIS BODY, SPURRING HIS MUSCLES TO, STEP UP THEIR EFFORTS. AS THE DAY CAME TO AN END. 33 HOPED IT WAS COMING TO AN END. 33 HAD MADE, FOURTEEN HUNDRED ROUNDS ALREADY TODAY, A PERSONAL BEST. 33'S BODY SCREAMED FOR HIM TO STOP AND JUST COLLAPSE ON THE GROUND. THIS WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED. THE PUNISHMENT UNIT AND THE WARDENS, MADE SURE OF THAT. ON ONE OCCASION, 33 HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUND, FROM UTTER EXHAUSTION, AFTER FOURTEEN HOURS ON THE WHEEL. DESPITE THE POWERFUL SHOCKS, 33 REFUSED, TO TO GET UP. WARDENS QUICKLY ENTERED THE CELL. THEY LIFTED 33 UP AND FORCE MARCHED HIM. “YOU NEED SOME ENCOURAGEMENT, THIS WILL GIVE YOU THAT?”, A WARDEN SAID, AS HE LASHED 33, WITH A BULL WHIP. BULL SHIPS WERE USED ALL OVER 33.S BODY, SLICING INTO HIS BACK AND ARSE. 33 WONDERED, IF THIS WAS THE SORT OF THING, THAT HAD HAPPENED TO, ASSISTANT CHIEF WARDEN TORQUE, DURING HIS TIME HERE, AS 33 PUSHED ON.

THE NEXT DAY, ASSISTANT CHIEF WARDEN TORQUE, CAME IN AND BERATED 33, FOR BEING, LAZY, UNCOOPERATIVE AND UNGRATEFUL. 33 WAS GIVEN10 LASHES OF THE BULL WHIP, TO THE FRONT OF HIS BODY. AS HE HUNG FROM THE X FRAME. BEFORE BEGINNING HIS SIXTEEN HOUR SHIFT, FOR THE DAY. THEN ASSISTANT CHIEF WARDEN TORQUE FUCKED 33. “YOUR ARSE IS BETTER THAN A CUNT?”. TORQUE TOLD 33, AS HE FUCKED, HIS ARSE. “FILL YOU WITH FUEL, FOR YOUR SIXTEEN HOURS, OF TOIL”, HE ADDED. “I BET YOUR ARSE WILL STILL BE DRIPPING IN SIXTEEN HOURS?”, TORQUE SAID, AS HE WATCHED 33, TURNING THE WHEEL. SIXTEEN WEARY HOURS LATER. LIKE CLOCK WORK, A SLOT IN THE DOOR, TO 33'S CELL WAS OPENED. A METAL BOWL FILLED WITH FOOD, WAS SLID IN. THE BOWL WAS FILLED WITH, A MIX OF BEANS, BONE MEAL, BAD QUALITY MEAT SCRAPS AND VEGETABLES. ALL BLENDED WITH COAGULATED FATS. WARDEN TORQUE WAS RIGHT, MY MAN TWAT, IS STILL OOZING, HIS THICK CUM, AFTER SIXTEEN HOURS, 33 THOUGHT TO HIMSELF, AS HE ATE HIS FOOD. HIS MEAL FINISHED, THE VENTILATOR FAN WAS TURNED OFF, ALSO THE LIGHTS, BESIDE A TWO WATT, RED ONE. 33 CRAWLED TO HIS MATTRESS, THAT WAS SMALLER, THAN HIS MUSCLE FILLED FRAME. THE DIRTY MATTRESS WAS ENGRAINED WITH SWEAT, BLOOD AND SEMEN. LOTS OF SEMEN, FROM THRUSTING HIS HARD COCK, DURING WET DREAMS. ALL OF 33'S WET DREAMS WERE TO DO WITH FUCKING WARDENS, NOT CHICKS. IN HIS DREAMS HE SAW HIMSELF, AS THE HARD BOSS, DOING THE FUCKING OF TORQUE.

AS EACH DAY PASSED, BY, 33'S BODY, GOT MORE MUSCULAR, BRUTAL LOOKING. HIS COCK LOOKED SMALLER, SURROUNDED, BY THICK SLABS, OF MUSCLE FLESH. IN THE PAST, 33 WOULD BE HARD, TELLING THE BABE HE WAS READY. BUT NOW 33 HAD GONE FROM BEING, A FEMALES DESIRE, TO A MALE, BRUTES DESIRE. 33'S TOILING AND TORMENT CONTINUED RELENTLESSLY. €15

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PAGES 2 AND 3 FEATURES, 33 TOILING AT THE WHEEL, HEARING SCREAMS OF OTHER CONVICTS BEING PUNISHED FOR SLACKING AT THEIR WHEEL. HE WAS SURE THEY HEARD HIS SCREAMS, AS ELECTRICITY COURSED THROUGH HIS MASSIVE BODY, SPURRING HIS MUSCLES ON, TO WORK HARDER. 33 HOPING THE DAY WAS COMING TO AN END, AS HE HAD DONE A PERSONAL BEST, OF FOURTEEN HUNDRED ROUNDS. HIS BOY SCREAMING FOR HIM TO STOP AND COLLAPSE, ON THE GROUND. BUT THE PUNISHMENT UNIT AND THE WARDENS MADE SURE THAT DID NOT HAPPEN.

PAGES 4 AND 5 FEATURES, 33 REMEMBERING THE OCCASION WHEN HE HAD FALLEN DOWN IN EXHAUSTION, AFTER FOURTEEN GRUELLING HOURS. HIS REFUSAL TO GET UP DESPITE THE BRUTAL SHOCKS. THE WARDENS ENTERING HIS CELL AND DRAGGING HIM UP, TO FORCE MARCHING HIM. THE WARDENS USING BULL WHIPS, ALL OVER HIS BODY, SLICING INTO HIS BACK AND ARSE. HE REMEMBERED WONDERING, IF THAT HAD HAPPENED, TO WARDEN TORQUE, DURING HIS TIME AS A SISYPHUS INMATE.

PAGES 6 AND 7 FEATURES, ASSISTANT WARDEN TORQUE BERATING AND GIVING 33 TEN LASHES OF THE BULL WHIP, WHILE HE WAS SECURED TO THE X FRAME, FOR 33' POOR PERFORMANCE THE DAY BEFORE.

PAGES 12 AND 13 FEATURES, 33'S WANKS AND WET DREAMS, THAT WERE ALL TO DO WITH FUCKING WARDENS AND NOT CHICKS. 33 PICTURING HIMSELF AS THE BOSS FUCKING TORQUE.

PAGES 14 AND 15 FEATURES, 33 HIS BODY GETTING MORE MUSCULAR AND BRUTAL EVERY DAY, HIS MUSCLE SLABS MAKING HIS COCK LOOK SMALLER. IN THE PAST 33 WAS A WHAT EVERY FEMALE DESIRED. NOW HE HAD GONE FROM A FEMALES DESIRE TO A MALE BRUTES DESIRE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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