Summary: Straight guard learns of black inmate's power over all. Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Ken who retold this surprisingly largely true story. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, thor_ph, Robert, and Wayne for editing. Prologue: I'm the prison guard and Kareem Mwangi is the prisoner, so you would have thought I had the upper hand, and until...
DISCLAIMER: Although this story is under the genre Gay Male please be aware that it also encompasses others. There are BDSM elements to the story and also Fetish elements and if these are likely to be offensive please be aware they are there before reading. Really if there was a genre for 'humiliation' it would be in it. This features the characters Marcia...
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