A LOT of trouble if they are caught engaging in frowned-upon practices (even if such acts are actually rampant in that country!)
It must be quite a big comedown for the young bride, after being the centre of attention at her wedding, and then looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth while she watches all her guy-on-guy fantasies cum true in front of her... only to find herself on her knees, with the thick brown cocks of every corrupt cop in the jail melting in her mouth instead!
Though not as much of a comedown as it is for the groom! Finding himself cast into a dank, overcrowded prison cell, thick veiny cocks sliding in and out of his tight Western holes, listening to the howls of unfortunate street urchins and pickpockets as they are beaten and used by the bigger, more hardened criminals...
Though no doubt his government's embassy will have a word (or perhaps his wife will guiltily arrange a campaign when she gets home) and so his stay in a foreign jail will probably end after a few weeks or months (which of course will be plenty of time for all the biggest inmates to become well acquainted with his cute little mouth and ass!)
No doubt his naughty wife has been having lots of fun in his absence, and now that it's clear that he can cater for her secret fetishes for cuckolding and red-hot guy-on-guy action, perhaps after all this they will live happily ever after...
Which is more than can be said for the other poor boys in the jail, who will spend years suffering through agonizing spankings and mouth- and buttfuckings!
As you know, I'm no stranger to the allure of darker skinned males from supposedly less 'enlightened' parts of the world (and their jails). I left the setting of this series ambiguous so that you could imagine that it's set in any of the many countries populated by dominant, dark-skinned men who hold very traditional views on sex, women and punishment, and who see Western men as weak and feminine, and their whoreish wives as needing a taste of how real men treat their womenfolk!
And while I love to fantasize about being thrown into a dank Arab jail, or being made to suck on a thick Turk dick, in my head this series is based in India.
For a start, India seems to have its own strong tradition of spanking and corporal punishment. Just check out this scene from White Teeth, the seminal work by renowned author Zadie Smith, where a British-Indian boy is sent to stay with relatives in India and writes back to his British-based family, describing a typical domestic scene:
Yesterday, grandfather hit Tamim (he is the houseboy) with a belt until his bottom was redder than a tomato. He said Tamim had stolen some candles (it’s true. I saw him do it!), and this was what he got for it
Then there is the book White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. It is supposed to be a journey into the dark underbelly of Indian corruption, but it is actually a gay sex extravaganza! It was released in 2008, just as I was really coming to terms with my gay fantasies, so it certainly had a big effect on me, and it's rather a thrill that some of the book's most titillating scenes inspired these manips (especially the fourth pic!)
The book makes extensive use of the euphemism 'dip his beak in his backside' to refer to gay sex. For instance:
The Raven owned the worst land, which was the dry, rocky hillside around the fort, and took a cut from the goatherds who went up there to graze with their flocks. If they didn't have their money, he liked to dip his beak into their backsides, so they called him the Raven.
What it meant to live like a man was a mystery. I thought it meant being like Vijay, the bus conductor... We admired his bus-company-issue khaki uniform, his silver whistle and the red cord from which it hung down from his pocket...
Vijay's family were pigherds, which meant they were the lowest of the low, yet he had made it up in life. Somehow he had befriended a politician. People said he had let the politician dip his beak in his backside. Whatever he had to do, he had done... I wanted to be like Vijay -- with a uniform, a paycheck, a shiny whistle with a piercing sound, and people looking at me with eyes that said, How important he looks.
It's an unusual phrase, but whenever I read it now it gives me a tingle in my tight little asshole, as I imagine a corrupt, sweating, overweight olive-skinned official dipping his beak in my helpless, tomato-red backside!
And when the main character finds out that his boss plans to frame him for a crime he didn't commit, we find out some rather darkly erotic facts about Indian prisons:
My life had been written away. I was to go to jail for a killing I had not done. I was in terror, and yet not once did the thought of running away cross my mind. Not once did the thought, I'll tell the judge the truth, cross my mind. I was trapped in the Rooster Coop. What would jail be like? That was all I could think about. What kinds of strategies would I follow to escape the big, hairy, dirty men I would find in there? I remembered a story from Murder Weekly in which a man sent to jail pretended to have AIDS so that no one would bugger him. Where was that copy of the magazine—if only I had it with me now, I could copy his exact words, his exact gestures! But if I said I had AIDS, would they assume I was a professional bugger—and bugger me even more?
Yet...even if they throw me in jail and have all the other prisoners dip their beaks into me—even if they make me walk the wooden stairs to the hangman's noose—I'll never say I made a mistake that night in Delhi.
Later, the main character plans to rob his employer and flee. But his nephew has been sent to stay in his apartment at the time:
Should I go back to get Dharam? If I left him there now, the police would certainly arrest him as an accomplice. They would throw him into jail with a bunch of wild men—and you know what happens to little boys when they get put into dens like that, sir.
Perhaps he never went back for him, and Dharam is one of the other boys in the fourth pic, getting his cute little brown tush warmed as a prelude to a good hard fucking, or feeling the cold metal of the bedframe pressing into his neck as he is buggered manfully on his bunk...
