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Jane Joe's Prison Ordeal
Note: This was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
Author: Arthur Kay Title: Jane/Joe's Prison Ordeal! Summary: Joe Jacoby
undergoes a transformation under the guidance of Jose, 'Girly Coordinator'
for 3 black who run the jail. Do what you will, thought Joe, but I
ain't ever gonna punk up or like it! Keywords: M, MM, cbt, nc, rape, ws,
humil, interr, anal, ws, humor
WARNING: This is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual
descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are
offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any
resemblance between this and a real event is coincidental. The
participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences
other than those portrayed in the story. The is intended for
entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world.
Jane/Joe's Prison Ordeal!
by Arthur Kay
FOREWARD: While the following is purely fictional, it is based on
real happenings and events uncovered during my research on the forced rapes
of many male convicts.
While I abhor the rape of any person, male or female, in any form it may
take, I do find the whole subject fascinating. And not just from a lewd
perspective, either. Some of the victims, a small percentage to be sure,
went from abject humiliation and horror to acceptance and, ultimately, to
enjoying the ordeal in what I consider to be a very short time, indeed.
This amazed me, especially so when reading about basically heterosexual
men who gave themselves over to the physical pleasures that can come from
person to person contact even though their partners were of the same sex.
Here they were, these straight guys, cock, taking it up the ass,
and much more, and they ended up liking it.
It's easy to say, "Oh, well, they were to begin with." but that
doesn't fully solve the riddle. At least it didn't for me. I found the
more I read the more I came away with a feeling that perhaps, even more
than perhaps, there exists a basic gayness in all and what prevents
them from exploring that side of themselves is the societal pressure to
conform to the idea of the supremely macho male. To most men, being tagged
as a is a fate worse than death as it connotes weakness and
femininity. To wit, them's fightin' words!
Perhaps, in the "forced" prison setting, where choices are no longer
theirs to make, they feel a freedom to let their hair down, so to speak,
and put all preconceived ideas of the mythic male out to pasture. Saying,
in essence, "I may be enjoying it, but they made me do it." Who knows?
Yeah, the psychology of it all would fill a book, if not a library, and
would keep any discussion on the subject going full bore for some time.
As I said, I find it all very fascinating. I also found reading about
Donny "The Punk" Stephenson, the founder of Stop Prison Rape (SPR), truly
remarkable. Yes, he was bisexual to begin with, but even the world's
greatest lover of cocksucking would find doing 60 in a day and a half
more than just an ordeal. It was a mind-fucking, mind-numbing situation
that Donny refused to let blow his psyche to smithereens. Or to suicide.
Your gone now, Donny, but where ever you are, I want you to know that
this is dedicated to your unbeatable and unbelievable spirit. Arthur
Kay 2002.
. . . . . . . . . .
Joe Jacoby stood there, in the courtroom, understandably nervous and
waited for the judge to decide his punishment, his fate, and his future. A
punishment that would soon be meted out to an innocent man. He had not
robbed that liquor store. In spite of what the three witnesses said, just
a week ago in this very courtroom. It was a travesty of justice, a case of
mistaken identity. But his lawyer, who Joe felt had really tried his best,
couldn't prove him innocent. If only he had a better alibi than sitting
home alone watching TV. But he didn't know he'd need one.
The judge spoke. "Mr. Jacoby, you know you're facing the possibility
of ten years in prison, don't you?" Joe nodded his head. The judge
continued. "Good! Now, today is your lucky day, sir. Because you have no
prior record and have appeared remorseful for this misdeed, I'm going to go
easy on you. You're only nineteen, Mr. Jacoby, and it would be a shame to
ruin every chance you have at becoming a decent and productive member of
society."
Probation? Joe hoped. It wasn't to be. "Mr. Joseph John Jacoby,
having been found guilty of the crime of armed robbery, I hereby sentence
you to two years, the place of incarceration to be decided by the Sheriff's
Department of Corrections Office. Do you have anything you wish to say,
Mr. Jacoby?"
Joe shook his head. "No, sir, and thank you, sir!" There was no use in
saying he was innocent. He was resigned to just do the time and get it
over with. After all, how bad could it be? He would be out in nine months
with time off for good behavior. He most certainly planned on being good
and behaving himself. No percentage in being a wise-ass in a place
designed to handle wise-asses.
Two days later found Joe, all by himself, in a one cell in the state
prison. He flopped down on the simple cot and looked up toward the
ceiling. The simple effort tired him, so he closed his eyes to see if he
could catch up on all the sleep he had missed in the past few days.
Thinking about being back on the street, he fell asleep.
Joe had no idea how long he had slept, but someone was now prodding his
shoulder. "Hey, new friend of mine! Wakey wakey!" Joe opened his eyes and
saw the largest he had ever seen. He had to be almost 7' tall as
his head wasn't but a foot from the ceiling. If he weighed a pound, he
weighed three hundred. All solid muscle. The guy looked as hard as
concrete. Maybe harder.
"Hello," Joe said lightheartedly. "I'm Joe Jacoby. Who are you?" The
man laughed.
"They call me Bruiser, but you can call me Sir Bruiser! Get it, punk?"
Joe not only 'got it,' but fear had suddenly coursed through him like a
tornado. He was in for a rough time with this guy, he was sure of that,
but he didn't yet know why. This didn't even know him. Joe sat up on
the cot and Sir Bruiser wasted no time in establishing their "living"
arrangement.
"Listen, punk, and listen good! Here's how it's gonna play out. Me and
two other guys, Sir Thor and Sir Cougar, run this fucking cellblock. We
control every fucking thing that goes on here. Say, 'Yes, Sir Bruiser,
sir." if you unnerstan' me."
"Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir." Joe didn't want to create any trouble. He had
been warned earlier that any trouble would surely add more time to his two
years. The path of least resistance would see him through. After all, how
bad could it be?
"Good! You learn fast, Jane!" Uh oh! Joe thought. "Now, Jane, here's
what's going to happen . . . right now. You're going to get on your knees
in front of me, take them two hands of yours, which ain't broken yet, and
fish my dick out of my trousers . . . and then suck me off. And you will
suck me real good, too, Jane. Unless you want me to arrange for your early
death! You got one minute to choose, Jane!" Sir Bruiser looked away from
Joe and fixed his eyes on his wristwatch, timing the minute.
With fear gripping him hard, Joe thought about it. Shit, he couldn't
fight Sir Bruiser--he'd get killed! And, looking at Sir Bruiser now, he
knew there was no amount of logical reasoning the would listen to. Go
to the authorities? What if they didn't believe him and sent him back? He
knew what happened to snitches in prison. Ugh! And besides, going to the
authorities would take place after he had this guy off.
Joe fought back the impulse to cry, to start bawling like a baby. He
knew this would only anger the man. Christ, thought Joe, what have I
gotten myself into? He was now so nervous he felt like taking a crap and
pissing at the same time. What to do? His minute was coming up fast and
he had to decide on something. He did.
As Sir Bruiser looked up from his watch, Joe preempted him from saying,
"Times Up!" by moving forward and kneeling in front of the big and
looking up at him. Sir Bruiser looked very pleased as Joe reached out and
unzipped the big man's fly.
Sir Bruiser reached out and tilted Joe's face up. He smiled down at
him. "Good girl, Jane And you'll see. It ain't gonna be too bad. It won't
be no worse than on a big, black lollipop! But this particular
lollipop wants to be on real good! You got that, girl?"
"Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir!" Joe said as he struggled with the trouper's top
button. Joe glanced down and saw a large bulge running down Sir Bruiser's
left trouser leg. It looked unrealistically long! like.
The fly undone, Joe nervously hooked his fingers in the big man's
trousers and underpants simultaneously and pulled them down to the floor.
The large black cock sprang up at him like a striking black snake. To Joe,
it looked even bigger in person. And it wasn't even fully hard yet! Limp,
it hung down 8"!
Joe had never a black man's cock in his life, but he knew it had
to be done now to keep on living. There was no other reasonable choice.
He reached out and took the fat black cock by its base and lifted it up,
pointing the huge cock head toward his mouth. Sir Bruiser moaned.
Joe sighed, aimed the large, spongy cock head at his lips, moved forward
and put his mouth around the big, wide head. It felt awful. Degrading.
Humiliating. Not in the least bit enjoyable. But he had no choice, if he
wanted to continue breathing. It was suck the man's dick or die. God, he
thought, the fucking head is humungous!
As he went up and down on the bulbous cock head and part of the shaft he
felt it hardening up. A few seconds later it was fully erect and was
easily over 12" in length and 2" wide. A monster of a cock that Joe now
had in his mouth. Sir Bruiser moaned again.
"You doing good, Jane, keep doing it good." Joe away, feeling the
large cock head threatening to touch the entrance of his throat. He knew
he'd gag something awful if the big head went even slightly down his throat
so he moved his mouth back a little. That felt better.
Sir Bruiser now took Joe's head firmly in both of his large hands.
He then pushed his cock in further and Joe felt as if he would upchuck. It
was now just a smidgeon down his throat, but it was touching his gag reflex
and making it twitch as it tried to eject the massive intruder. Tears
welled up in his eyes and he had the urge to sniffle. He could smell the
cloying muskiness emanating from the big black man's crotch area. Sweat
could be felt forming on his neck and back.
Sir Bruiser pushed forward another inch or so. It was just too much.
Joe started gagging and retching fiercely and was afraid he would vomit at
any moment. He knew this would Sir Bruiser off, and a beating, or
worse, could result from that.. But he couldn't help himself. Then he got
a small reprieve. A silent prayer was answered. Sir Bruiser backed up
some. The relief Joe felt was immediate.
Sir Bruiser, his cock still in Joe's mouth, reached out and tilted Joe's
head up. "Since you've been cooperating so far, Janie, I'm gonna go easy
on you. This time! But before long, sweetie, my balls are going to be
resting on your chin and my pubes are going to tickle your fucking nose."
He was looking right into Joe's eyes. "Now! You just go ahead and work my
cock's big black head any way you want. I won't move a muscle. I
won't try to choke you, either, but you gotta put some passion behind your
sucking. You unnerstan' me?" Joe nodded, his mouth still on the big man's
prick. He was grateful he wouldn't have to attempt to it all. At
least for now.
"And," Sir Bruiser continued. "When I bust my load you betta every drop of my love juice. I don't wanna see even one drop hit the
fucking deck! Now start sucking, fucker!"
The vehement way Sir Bruiser had spoken told Joe the was very
serious and meant business. He also knew that if he didn't please Sir
Bruiser fully, it could, and probably would, get much worse. With this in
mind he proceeded to the with as much passion and ardor as
he could muster up. Which wasn't too much and was done halfheartedly. He
felt deeply ashamed of himself, but what choice was there? It was suck or
die.
He sucked, his lips sliding back and forth on the head, taking
only two inches or less of the shaft. Any more brought about gagging. He
worked the big prick for about five minutes and then heard Sir Bruiser
yell, "Here I come, baby, get ready to take it all! Ohhhfuckingwee! Oh,
yeah, here I go! Suck it, you fucker, suck it!" Sir Bruiser had tightened
his grip on Joe's head.
Joe felt Sir Bruiser's cock head swell up and immediately unload. It
felt horrible! Sir Bruiser was coming and coming. Gobs and gobs of the
thick, scummy liquid. It reminded Joe of thick, lumpy yogurt.
His mouth filled up fully and he had to swallow, making a big gulping
noise. He heard Sir Bruiser laugh after he heard the sound. Then his
mouth filled again. He swallowed again, but less audibly this time. Then,
holy shit, Sir Bruiser flooded his mouth once more! He swallowed again,
tasting the acrid juice throughout his mouth and especially on his tongue.
It tasted foul and nasty. As if it was rancid. In the past, out of
curiosity, Joe had tasted his own sperm--once. It had a much sweeter taste
to it, that's for sure. And was noticeably smoother.
Sir Bruiser pulled his cock out of Joe's mouth and wiped the sticky cock
head back and forth over Joe's lips three times. Joe's lips felt sticky
and very yucky. His mouth felt awful.
Sir Bruiser ordered Joe to sit on the cot. Then Sir Bruiser took a seat
next to him, just like two buddies having a heart-to-heart chat. Sir
Bruiser put an arm around Joe's shoulders and spoke gently. So gently it
scared Joe right down to his shoes.
"Now, Jane, it's obvious to me your mouth was virgin, which I liked.
But unless you learn to suck a cock all the way down, right to the balls,
and with way more passion, you in for a mess of trouble." He laughed,
squeezing the shoulder gently. "But don't you worry none, Jane! I'm gonna
see to it that you get lots of practice, starting in a few minutes from
now." Uh oh! Then Sir Bruiser tightened his grip on Joe's shoulder.
"You ever hear of Ride-The-Whip?" Joe shook his head from side to side,
fighting back tears. Sir Bruiser picked up on this. "You start
blubbering, fucker, and I'll make you eat all the shit on this cellblock,
every fucking turd. You unnerstan'?"
Joe said, struggling to compose himself, "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir! Yeah,
he understood, all right. All the way down to his gut. Just the idea of
eating shit made him feel like retching.
Sir Bruiser spoke, again very gently, "Ride-The-Whip means you sit on a
guy's lap, in your case it will be Sir Cougar, with his cock up your ass.
Then, one by one, every guy, all 65 of them, is going to come in here and
put his cock in your mouth." He squeezed Joe's shoulder again, but this
time even harder.
"And, Jane, you will cock-suck each and every one of them, making sure
you don't spill even one drop of their balls. You unnerstan'?" Joe, in
fear and trembling, told Sir Bruiser he understood. And he did understand,
only too well, while he dreaded all that was going to happen.
Sir Bruiser whistled loudly, a short, sharp, high note. Then he spoke
even more gently than before, almost in a whisper. "Now, Jane, you be a
good and go and take all those clothes off before Sir Cougar gets
here. I want him to see you all cute and naked. And, you'll see, it won't
be so bad." Yeah, right, thought Joe, for you anyway.
Joe stood up on weak and wobbly legs and proceeded to strip. In a short
time he stood completely naked before Sir Bruiser's leering gaze. Sir
Bruiser told him to turn around and show him his, what he called,
ass-pussy. Joe complied, feeling so ashamed and defeated that he hated
himself. As he stood there naked, sensing Sir Bruiser's eyes on his back,
he felt more helpless and trapped than he ever imagined he could. He
fought back the urge to cry.
"Hey, Sir Cougar come on in! This is our new on the block! Jane,
turn around and say hello to Sir Cougar!" Joe turned and saw another large
black man. Not as large as Sir Bruiser, but much larger than himself.
Following Sir Bruiser's command, Joe said, "Hell . . . hello, Sir Coo . .
. Coo . . . Cougar, sir!" Kill me someone, he thought, anyone.
Sir Cougar grinned and said to Sir Bruiser. "Why the fuck is she
stuttering, Sir Bruiser, you go an fuck out her vocal cords?" Sir Bruiser
laughed. "No, man, she's just girlishly nervous. You know. It's her
first time doing all this shit. And besides, she's embarrassed that she
can't give deep-throat yet. Gags up a fucking storm, she does!" Sir Cougar
laughed.
"Well, well, well," Sir Cougar said, looking directly at Joe. "The Whip
will help fix that up, Janie girl!" The two big black laughed heartily.
Joe didn't. He didn't feel very much like laughing. He felt more like
dying. He could feel perspiration forming all over him even though the
cell was air conditioned.
Sir Cougar said, "Now, Jane, let's get your ass-pussy ready for The
Whip!" He ordered Joe to bend over and Joe soon felt a rough, hard hand
pushing something wet up his ass. A chair was dragged to the middle of the
room. Sir Cougar then ordered Joe to stand in front of the chair with his
back to it. Joe meekly complied. He stood there and awaited his fate.
Which came real soon, too soon if you asked Joe.
Sir Cougar got behind Joe and commanded him to bend over at the waist.
Joe did and dreaded what was about to take place. First, he was told to
place both of his hands on the area above his knees. Then he was told to
reach behind himself with his right and play with Sir Cougar's dick. He
had to lean his right shoulder backwards and to the right in order to reach
his objective, but he soon found the man's thickish cock in his hand.
Not really knowing what to do he just stroked the silky-feeling cock
back and forth behind his ass. The cock elongated somewhat and Joe
trembled at the thought that this cock that he was now giving an awkward
hand-job to would soon be shoved into his rectum. On about the fourth or
fifth stroke, Joe felt the man's full erection. It seemed long, very long.
Then, as if to answer an unasked question about its length, Sir Cougar said
gently, "Janie, in case you're wondering girl, my cock gets to ten and
one-half inches when it's fully angered. Now, take your sweet hand, dear,
and explore the full length and width. Do it! Now!"
Joe explored. As he moved his hand over and around the penis he found
out the shaft was super-rigid with a coating of flesh that felt tightly
bound to it, with little play. The shaft's cock-head was enormous. Both
fat and wide. It was, like the shaft, very hard and unyielding. The idea
of having it thrust up his ass made Joe feel like swooning. He felt the
ground underneath his feet sway.
Sir Cougar told him to stop. Joe withdrew his hand and placed it back
on his knee. Then he felt Sir Cougar's fingers probing the entrance to his
anus. The fingers felt wet, slippery even. He guessed it was some form of
lubricant, but he knew it wasn't Vaseline for it had no discernible odor.
Sir Cougar pushed a finger into his anus and moved it in a small circle.
Another finger joined the first. The two fingers then spread themselves
out and he felt immense discomfort at their widest point. Then the fingers
were removed.
He felt Sir Cougar's hard erection begin to probe the entrance to his
ass, in the same way he felt the fingers, but the sensation signalled a
much blunter and wider object. The big used one hand to keep Joe's
cheeks spread and the other go guide his cock.
Then Joe felt Sir Cougar push firmly inward and the pain came
immediately. "Ow! He called out involuntarily. Man, it hurt! Something
awful. Sir Cougar said, "Cry all you want, fucker, it's still gonna go
in!"
Sir Cougar made it clear he didn't care about Joe's comfort by ignoring
Joe's repeated 'Ows!' as he pushed further and further inward until his
cock, all 10-1/2" of it, was buried as far as it would go into Joe's ass
canal. Joe was sweating profusely, his knees wobbly, and felt as if he had
to take a crap. Sir Cougar held his cock in place for over a minute before
pulling it halfway out. He then gently pushed it back in as far as it
would go. He repeated this action a few more times being very gentle
throughout. The pain had subsided greatly. Sir Cougar sensed the change
in Joe and started slowly backing up, taking Joe with him.
Sir Cougar told Joe to stay on him until he was seated. Joe complied,
still bent over, and backed up with the man. Although the initial pain had
decreased, it was still there, but it was more bearable now. Sir Cougar
wrapped both arms around Joe and plopped the both of them down onto the
chair at the same time. The sudden jolt drove Sir Cougar's cock deeply
into Joe's ass and he let out a yowl. Sir Cougar laughed, as did Sir
Bruiser.
Joe now felt impaled on the long cock's shaft with no hope of ejecting
it from himself. He also felt even more defeated than before. Although
Joe's feet still touched the floor, the angled position he was in kept the
cock fully inside. And any movement, however slight, brought full
awareness to his mind that he did, indeed, have a large cock in his rectum.
But, in spite of all this discomfort, Joe could also feel strange and
weird sensations running through his bowels and spreading out through his
upper legs and ass area. And the sensations weren't horrible, in fact they
felt pleasurable, similar to the sensation of relief one gets from
crapping. This facet upset Joe and confused him, but he was thankful that
the sensations had replaced the earlier pain.
Sir Bruiser whistled again. What now? Thought Joe, the parade of
blowjobs? A moment later a nice looking Latino guy entered the cell. He
carried what looked like a doctor's black satchel bag. He also seemed
quite cheerful, jovial, in fact. He was in definite contrast to the other
two in the cell. Christ, thought Joe, is this guy a weird doctor of
some kind? The thought of being castrated crossed his mind and sent barbs
of fear throughout his mind and body. He shuddered, feeling Sir Cougar's
cock move again.
Sir Bruiser greeted the man. "Hey, Jose, my man, we got a new for
you to fix up." Sir Bruiser then introduced the to Joe as Jose. He was
to be Joe's mentor and teacher.
"Jane," Sir Bruiser said gruffly. "Jose is my Girly Coordinator. You
listen to everything he tells you and your life with us will be much betta.
Got that?" Joe nodded and said, "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir! Sir Bruiser
grinned at him and stepped aside. It appeared it was Jose's show now.
"Now, Jane, girl," Jose said lightly. "Let's get you set up! It'll
be fun, you'll see!"
Jose reached into his bag and brought forth a brown leather ring. Joe
recognized it as one of those cock rings. Although Joe had never used one,
or even seen one, except in catalogues, he knew its basic purpose. It
would give a an erection and that erection wouldn't, and couldn't, die
down until the ring was removed. It would also prevent the from having
an easy orgasm, a premature one. To achieve orgasm, with the ring on,
required more work and effort than Joe thought it was all worth. And why
these wanted him to wear one hadn't dawned on him just yet.
Jose put the cock ring on the base of Joe's cock and down and around his
balls. He had it adjusted to fit in less than a minute. Joe felt its
tightening effect almost immediately. He felt his balls swell up. His
cock, its blood now squeezed off, was hardening up rapidly. In less than
60 seconds he had a full-fledged, stone-hard erection. His cock head felt
enormously expanded.
He felt embarrassed by it all, being this way in front of these men, but
he made no attempt to conceal his erection. He knew they didn't give a
shit and it would only make them laugh at him. Or worse.
"Now, Jane," Jose said lightly. "In case you're wondering why you have
to wear this little doodad, I'll tell you. In a few minutes you will be
sucking the first cock of many such cocks." Joe looked sickened by the
words. "And we want you to enjoy yourself!" As if I would or could, Joe
thought. "So, this ring will keep you in a state of sexual agitation. In
other words, Jane, you'll be exceptionally horny in spite of yourself!"
Jose laughed. The other two also laughed. Joe didn't.
Fuck you, Joe thought, no hard-on of mine is ever going to make me enjoy
sucking dick. Never! No fucking way! You can call me Jane and keep me
horny 24/7, but it ain't gonna change me a bit. The name Jane/Joe popped
into his mind. He immediately tossed it out, but deep down he suspected
that he was now, as far as it went, Jane/Joe. For nine more months, for
crissake! Could he live through it? What choice did he have? Really?
None, he thought.
The feelings stirred by the cock ring joined with the pleasant pressure
Jane/Joe felt in his rectum. Sir Cougar reached around to the front of
Jane/Joe, took his hardon in his hand and started fiddling with it. He
started running a wet thumb across the tip of Jane/Joe's cock head, back
and forth, side to side, tickling the tip and creating weird sensations in
him.
It was pleasurable and at the same time, extremely annoying, irritating.
He had teased his own cock this way, many times, to get it agitated and
sexually stirred up, but when it became too unbearable, the relief given
through masturbation always followed. Jane/Joe knew, in this case, he
wasn't going to be allowed to masturbate. They wanted him erect throughout
the ordeal. He tried to imagine away the sensations, to wish them away,
but it was hopeless. Like trying to wish away a toothache.
Was Sir Cougar gay? Jane/Joe thought. He guessed he wasn't. It was
just part of their silly fucking game to keep him stirred up, horny, and
hot. Ha ha! So he would enjoy cock instead of being repulsed by
it. Well, he thought, I'll suck the dicks, but you'll never make me like
it, no matter what you fuckers do or make me wear.
With the cock ring in place, Jose wasn't finished with Jane/Joe, not by
a long shot. He reached into his satchel bag and pulled out what Jane/Joe
knew was a set of nipple loops. But this particular set didn't look like
clamps to Joe. They looked more like loops. Two loops joined together by
a silver chain.
From the center of the chain hung a small spray bottle. Jane/Joe had no
idea what the bottle was used for. None of the catalogues had shown
anything similar to it at all.
Jose wrapped one of the loops around Joe's right nipple and pushed a
metal collar up to tighten the loop around the nipple. The more the collar
neared the end of the loop, the tighter the loop became. Jose pushed the
collar up until he heard Joe say 'Ow!' He then backed the collar up a
smidgen. Joe's nipple became hard immediately and he could feel a mild
pain throughout the area. Not enough pain now to make him cry out again,
but enough to make sure he wouldn't forget it was there. Jose repeated the
procedure with the left nipple.
The nipple loops, Jane/Joe guessed, were meant to keep his nipples in a
state of hardness and horniness, much like the cock ring's purpose.
And every item was working. He felt sensations now in three areas. His
nipples tingled. His cock head tingled. His ass tingled. Shit, he
thought, there are lots of weird tingling sensations taking place at the
same time. I gotta fight 'em as best as I can! He thought this just as
Sir Cougar shifted around a bit, pushing his large cock firmly back into
his tingling, burning and stimulated ass.
Then he felt Sir Cougars thumb again. Moving on his cock head in little
circles, pressing into the flesh, teasing and tantalizing him. It was
almost unbearable. Then Sir Cougar stopped and moved his fat hand down to
Jane/Joe's cock shaft. He just held the cock, not moving at all. Jane/Joe
felt his erection twitch at Sir Cougar's touch. Then it did it again.
Jose said, "Jane, I know those nipple loops a bit, but you'll get
used to the slight pain, and anyway, you won't have to wear them at all
times. In fact, tonight, they'll be removed every twenty minutes and left
off for twenty more minutes. So, see? it won't be too hard on you."
Jane/Joe felt relieved learning of that fact. Jose then said, "Oh, you
won't have to wear the cock ring at all times, either. That will also be
removed periodically." He smiled at Jane/Joe.
Jose next took out a large bottle of perfume. He dabbed a bit of it on
the backs of Jane/Joe's ears. It smelled cheap, tawdry even, and reminded
Jane/Joe of a cathouse. It was the kind of perfume women bought by the
quart, not the ounce. You didn't dab this kind of scent on your body, you
splashed it on. Had they chose, anyone could easily afford to bathe in the
shit. Oooh, Sir Cougar had resumed his thumb pressure. Jane/Joe suspected
that Sir Cougar was putting something on his fingers, some lubricating
agent, for the thumb was always moist and slippery. He couldn't imagine
the spitting on his thumb. No, he was definitely using some kind of
lube.
Jose reached into his bag of tricks again and pulled out a lipstick
tube. He showed it to Jane/Joe. Jane/Joe could read the words Suckit on the end opposite the lipstick. Oh, shit, Jane/Joe thought, more fucking
girlying up! Aaaah! Sir Cougar had released the cock head. At least for
now.
Jose told Jane/Joe to pucker his lips and then proceeded to adroitly
paint them. He then had Jane/Joe blot his lips on a paper towel. Jose
then stood back to admire his handiwork. He looked pleased with himself.
Jane/Joe licked at the lipstick and found it had no taste at all.
Jose then spoke, "This lipstick will stay fresh looking for 24 hours and
it's smear proof, but you should reapply it every morning. I'll show you
how to do that much later. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. He understood. Every
morning. Christ! What were they turning me into? A you dope! They
want me to be as girlish as possible. Oh, shit, I hope they don't make me
wear a fucking dress! Or a garter belt! Or hose! Or a fucking bra!
Oh, shit. Fear hit him and made him tremble.
Sir Cougar laughed. "I like when you wiggle, honey! It feels sooooo
good!" Jane/Joe stopped his trembling in a heartbeat. Sir Cougar pressed
his thumb into Jane/Joe's cock head once more. A few twirls that forced
those exquisite sensations and then he quit. Fuck, thought Jane/Joe, he's
playing me! Alternating me between relief and torture. He's done this
shit before!
Jose had two last tricks up his sleeve. He told Jane/Joe to open his
mouth as wide as he could manage. Jane/Joe complied, not knowing whether
to be scared or not. Jose then reached down and got the small spray bottle
that hung loosely from the nipple loop's chain.
"Now, Jane," Jose said. "I'm gonna give your throat a quick spritzing.
It won't and it tastes just ducky. Trust me. What it will do is numb
your entire throat, similar to Novocain, and put your gag reflex totally
out of commission, too. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded and opened his mouth a little
wider to make sure Jose didn't miss his throat.
The spritz soon followed and Jane/Joe felt as if his throat had just
suddenly up and disappeared. Vanished! It amazed him. Jane/Joe sensed
from all the "professionalism" being shown that these had done this
sort of thing many, many times before. They had turned it into an art
form.
And he knew the object of it all. Girly him up, force him to suck cock
until he loved it so much he'd be a fag, and then pimp him out. He'd read
about this kind of shit before. Prison punks, if he remembered correctly.
Then a silly memory flashed through his mind. He remembered one of those
Fletch in which Chevy Chase is tossed into a jail cell with a big
bruiser of a guy. Fletch asks the guy his name and the guy answers, "Bend
over!" Fletch then replies, "Nice to meet you, Ben!" Thinking of it now
made Jane/Joe smile in his mind and it made him more resolved not to turn
gay.
He thought, fuck you guys! Do what you want to me, dress my ass like
Cinderella, make me suck all the cocks you can find, but when I'm outta
here in nine months, I'll still be Mr. Joseph John Jacoby, heterosexual
straight man, thank you!
While Jose had been making his little speech about throat numbing, Sir
Cougar had twiddled his thumb on the sensitive cock head three times.
Three excruciating times.
Jose's very last trick was in the form of a cut-off white tee shirt. He
had Jane/Joe put it on. It came down to just a few inches below his
nipples. And it was one size too small. The cotton fabric stretched
across his chest and pressed into both of his nipples at once, sending
sensations through each. Man, he thought, they haven't missed a trick!
"You will be supplied with seven of these tees, Jane, and you are to
wear a clean one each and every day. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. It looked as
if there would be no dress to wear, no garter belt, no bra, no hose.
Thank you lord! Oooh! It was Sir Cougar again. One full circle with his
thumb on the cock head's dead center, then poof! his thumb was gone.
Jose was saying something more. "Now, Jane, this is a butt-plug."
Christ, Jane/Joe thought, how many more fucking gizmos are they gonna put
on me!
Jose held it up for Jane/Joe to see. Jane/Joe had seen butt plugs
before, but he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to shove one up their
ass. Oooh! Sir Cougar's thumb was back. Three short circles with his
thumb on the cock head and then it was gone. Bastard!
"Obviously, Jane, you have no need for it now," He pointed at Sir
Cougar, "so I'll instruct you on its use later. These . . . " Jose held
up a pair of silky-looking light blue short pants and waved them around.
". . . are your short pants. You will wear these short pants at all
times, Jane. Without underwear. Understand?" Jane/Joe nodded. No
underwear. OK, big deal. Jose continued.
"Like the tees, you will be given seven pairs. They are to be kept
spotlessly clean. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. He looked at Jose and wondered
about him. What was his status in all of this? Why didn't Sir Bruiser
refer to him as Josephine? He surmised he'd find out later. Later! Later
meant, he thought, after a mile of cock. Shit! Give me
strength lord! Oooh! The human butt-plug's thumb was at it once more.
Twice, this time. In rapid succession.
Jose was now finished with Jane/Joe. He stepped aside to allow Sir
Bruiser to survey his craftsmanship. Sir Bruiser walked all around
Jane/Joe and finally said, "Damn, Jose, you've done it again! She looks
great, our sweet little Janie! Primed and ready for cock meat!" Then he
turned to Jane/Joe and said, "You ready, Jane, for some cocksucking
lessons?" He laughed. Then he scowled at Jane/Joe.
Jane/Joe looked at the big man. "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir, I'm ready." He
certainly wasn't, but what else was there to say? Ooooo! Sir Cougar's
thumb was back. It pressed slightly harder into his flesh than before.
Jane/Joe spasmed involuntarily, feeling the cock in his ass poke in further
as he did so.
Sir Bruiser whistled again and a moment later a black guy came
into the cell. He looked approvingly at Jane/Joe and whistled. One of
those wolf whistles that at construction sites toss out at a pretty
girl as she passes by.
The was introduced to Jane/Joe as Sir Thor. He wasn't as big as
either of the other two "sirs," but he looked meaner. And very evil.
Jane/Joe noticed that he hadn't felt Sir Cougar's thumb in a while. The
relief was appreciated by him even though he knew it was temporary.
After Jane/Joe obediently said hello to Sir Thor, the wasted no
time. He took a place in front of Jane/Joe and barked, "Remove my trousers,
push them down to the floor and show me how hot your mouth is!"
Jane/Joe immediately obeyed. As he move forward slightly to undo Sir
Thor's trousers he was reminded that he had Sir Cougar's cock still in his
rectum. It felt strange. And his moving forward had given the other items
new life. His nipples tingled greatly and his cock felt even harder. It's
impossible, he thought, to forget you have a boner.
Now, for pure accuracy, and Bruiser's dick aside, it wasn't that he
hadn't a cock before. He had. Once. And only the once.
He had been hitchhiking from school to home and was offered a ride by a
middle aged in a pickup truck. The forty-five minute trip started
innocently enough, blah, blah, blah, but it soon turned to the sexually
interesting ideas of getting a blowjob. The appeared to be an expert
on the whole matter.
He went on about how it was so great to have a hot mouth on your dick.
At that point he asked, "Know what I mean?" Joe said, without even thinking
about it, "Oh, yeah, ain't nothing like it!" Oh, yeah, what a liar. But a
liar whose hardon could now be seen running down his pant's left leg. He
was turned on, no two ways about it.
Maybe that's why he mumbled a "Sure." when, a short while later, the asked him if he'd like to have a good blowing right now. Who knows?
The pulled the truck off onto a wooded side road and wasted no time
in reaching out for the pant's bulge. The first touchy squeeze sent 50
million volts throughout Joe's body. The cattle prod he had accidently
touched on the business end one time, just to see what it would feel like,
was nothing compared to this.
In the dim moonlight, Joe watched in fascination and pleasure as the fished his boner out and put his mouth on it.
The man's mouth felt fantastic. It was hotter than hell and wetter than
water. And it was doing things he'd never even imagined. Squeezing him
hard-like, then soft-like, as it went fully up and down his shaft. Unreal
and unbelievable.
Joe only lasted a couple of minutes before he felt the just get
ripped out of him. He'd never this intense before, not even that time
he jerked off to a polaroid of Becka Worthington's titties as seen through
her bedroom window, a snapped by her next door neighbor, Will
Turner.
The sat back in his seat, Joe's cock just hanging out in the air
like that, surprisingly still hard, and unzipped his fly. Joe just sat
there, euphoric and mesmerized as the stranger's cock appeared. It looked
fat and long and untouched by the sun. And it was obviously fully aroused.
The man, not even looking at him, said, "Your turn. And do it nice and
slow, just the way I did it to you. Don't rush none, I don't like
rushers." He reached over and put his right hand behind Joe's neck and bent
his head over in the right direction.
Why he hadn't refused, then and there, he didn't know. Maybe it was
that saw he'd been raised with and heard a million times. "Fella does
a good turn to you, it's only fair you return the favor." Whatever the
reason, he soon found himself with a full mouth of strange cock head.
The man, knowing Joe was a pure beginner, directed him step by step with
comments such as, "Now, that feels good, but tighten your lips a bit." And
"Move your tongue from side to side on the underside, pressing it in as you
do." Joe followed every directive immediately as if grateful for the
expertise.
The cock had felt good to his mouth as he, without any shame, the
man off. When the finally ejaculated, Joe knew enough to swallow, but
the amount of the load surprised him. Not at first, for it had started
very slowly with just a mild dribble. A puddling on his tongue. Then the
dribble became a bigger dribble as the man's spasms increased. Then more
and bigger dribbles flooded in. The hadn't spurted as he knew he had,
but there was way more of the sticky stuff.
He had swallowed early, but found he had to again. And again.
And, lordy, even a fourth time. It was here that the taste of the made
itself known. It tasted like sweet, but slightly salty, onions. And also
made itself evident with a slightly burning sensation in the back recesses
of his throat.
Joe had liked it, the getting and giving of oral pleasure, but when the
man asked for his phone number as he dropped him two blocks from his house,
he had turned him down, with no real reason given. The had seemed
truly disappointed, but he soon drove off leaving Joe to ponder on it all.
But that was then and this is now.
Aware of Sir Cougar's cock in his ass, Jane/Joe struggled to get Sir
Thor's trouser off and down to the floor. His wiggling made his ass
sensations even more pronounced. He tried to hurry the chore, but it
resisted hurrying. As Sir Thor's trousers and boxer shorts finally fell to
the man's ankles, Jane/Joe got the full of the man's cock and
crotch area. Though it hadn't been obvious when he had his pants on,
Jane/Joe saw the guy had a full hardon. Somewhere between 7" and 8," it
had, at its base, zillions of wiry, curly black hairs. For some reason it
looked as evil as the who owned it.
"Suck it! And do a good job!" Sir Thor growled.
A moment later, Jane/Joe had Sir Thor's cock in his mouth, aware of his
own full erection that, right now, Sir Cougar was back to fondling and
teasing. Sir Cougar fiddled around with the tip, just twice, a few seconds
apart, and then stopped. He had used just the right pressure to make
Jane/Joe involuntarily moan each time around the hard cock in his mouth.
Jane/Joe didn't want to moan, lord knows, and he knew if he concentrated
he could prevent it, but he also sensed that moaning made the sensations
seem less. The moans were a relief of sorts. Whereas, he felt, the other
path would soon have him climbing the walls and screaming. With whatever
cock he had in his mouth at the time.
"Deep-throat me!" Sir Thor barked. Jane/Joe thought of balking, but
decided to give the throat spray a chance instead. He found it was easy
now to take the man's cock all the way down his throat. His throat felt
nothing. His gag reflex had died, too.
Even when Jane/Joe's lips were pressing against Sir Thor's groin and he
had his nose pressed against the guy's belly, he didn't feel like gagging.
He also felt the man's pubic hairs brush against his nose. It amazed him.
Shit, he was deep-throating a large, cock and it didn't a lick.
With his lips locked around the base, Sir Thor now gave him more
instructions.
"Stay way down on it like that to the count of five. Then scoot back up
to the head. Work my head a few times and then throat it again for five.
And through it all, don't your saliva. Just let it flow out.
Remember that, because I want you to do it with every cock you suck from
here on in. Now, do the deep-throat routine again and again until I shoot
my wad."
Jane/Joe complied. He brought his mouth back up to the cock head, went
up and down on it three times, varying just how far past the ridge he would
venture, and then deep-throated the pulsing, throbbing member, staying down
on it there for five seconds. Then he repeated it. His saliva flowed
freely, too. Sir Thor's dick was covered with it, making it slick and
slimy feeling. And, for some weird reason, it felt very erotic to
Jane/Joe's mouth.
As he sucked, he could feel Sir Cougar's thumb rubbing back and forth
over his cock head. It was driving him wild. The sensation was one that
made him want to cum, but the damn cock ring prevented that release. It
was exquisite and pleasurable torture. And, try as he might, he couldn't
extinguish the incessant sensations from his mind. They even seemed to be
sending their messages to his mouth as he worked SirThor's sizeable
saliva-slick 7+" dick.
As he repeated his deep-throating, Sir Cougar's cock in his ass seemed
to get harder, if that was possible. His own cock head had hardened up
more, too, if that was possible. It was all having a strange effect on
Jane/Joe. He was getting too many pleasant and unpleasant sensations and
too many painful sensations, all at the same time.
He was aware of his mouth and his body in ways he had never dreamed
about. His mind was getting fucked up. And damn that Sir Cougar with his
rub, rub, rubbing! He knew that Sir Cougar knew what he was doing. He was
expertly reading Jane/Joe's head movements, body language, and ass twitches
to time the thumb rubs. He knew just when to apply them. Just when it
would have the greatest effect. To make him so fucking hot he'd suck a
gorilla's cock if the ape promised him he could jerk off afterwards.
There was no doubt that it was all having an effect on Jane/Joe. And he
knew the could see it, the changes happening to him. His ass
twitching, his erection jumping around, throbbing and twitching wildly, his
legs trembling with nervous excitement, his mouth working Sir Thor's
erection more and more passionately, slobbering over it--they all gave the
game away. He was a cock and they knew he both liked it and hated
it. If anyone had told me this two weeks ago . . . Oooo! His thought
died as Sir Cougar's thumb rubbed again.
As his nipples and cock tingled incessantly, adding to the strange and
not unpleasant sensation of the hard cock up his ass, the cock in his mouth
started to feel very nice. As he worked his mouth, lips, and tongue on the
throbbing prick with the very hard cock head, it and deep-throating
it, saliva flowing, with Sir Cougar moaning loudly above him, he felt
sexually aroused and horny. And he didn't understand why he couldn't
control himself. Why his resistance was breaking down from mere
sensations. Mere? No, he thought, they're far from being mere!
As the action heated up, Sir Bruiser said, "Jane! When Sir Thor is
gonna spurt, put both your hands on his ass cheeks and pull him to you.
You unnerstan'?" Jane/Joe nodded as he went up and down on Sir Thor's hot
penis. Sir Bruiser added, "And I want you to remember to do that with each
guy that comes in. Hands on their ass cheeks when they shoot.
Unnerstan''?" Again Jane/Joe nodded on the thick, slobbery-wet dick.
Then Bruiser had another idea. He bent down and looked at Jane/Joe's
face. "Open your eyes, Jane!" Jane/Joe complied. "Closing your eyes is an
insult to whomever you're sucking! So, keep your eyes open at all times.
Someone will be taking peeks at you from time to time and it's shit eating
time if you get caught with them closed. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded up and down
on the dick, his eyes wide open.
He was now staring at wiry pubic hairs and he could see the shaft
clearly as he away. If he needed a reminder that he was cock, this sure did the trick.
In wasn't too long before Sir Thor started to tense up. Jane/Joe knew
he was going to soon. Heeding Sir Bruiser's words he reached behind
Sir Thor with both hands and grabbed and squeezed the ass cheeks, then drew
him toward his mouth. A moment later Sir Thor's cock erupted.
Sir Thor pushed his cock into Jane/Joe's mouth so only the head was
inside. At the very same time Sir Cougar tickled his cock head-- fiercely.
As Sir Thor's cock twitched, spasmed, and spurted it's hot cum, Jane/Joe
moaned deeply. "Mmmmm!" Damn that Cougar! The saliva in his mouth added
to the copious amount of coming in and Jane/Joe was fearful he would
gag and have to spit up.
Remembering Sir Bruiser's admonition, he forced himself not to gag.
Though a very rough struggle ensued, he swallowed every drop, gurgling and
sputtering to be sure, but not missing a thing. His eyes threatened to
close up on him, but he forced them to stay open.
He could taste the and yet he couldn't. Not fully. Too much was
happening to him and he had way too much saliva in his mouth.
He was ordered to keep until it was drained and told to stop. A
short time later, Sir Thor pulled his moist limpish cock from Jane/Joe's
mouth. It flopped out with a shlooshing noise.
Sir Cougar, that bastard, moved his thumb across the tip once more.
Then stopped. Oh, God, thought Jane/Joe, how much more of this can I take?
The thought of 60 or more drove his mind into a tizzy. He swallowed
loudly and tasted in the back of his throat. It burned slightly. And
it burned with each and every swallow, reminding him that was there and
had just been swallowed by him.
"You know, Sir Bruiser," Sir Thor said, pushing his dick back into his
trousers, "This bitch has potential!" He laughed.
As Sir Thor made his exit, the three remaining in the room also
laughed. Joe didn't. He just sat there, impaled on Sir Cougar's stiff
prick, with mixed feeling running through him. He now had nothing to do
but wait for the ordeal to resume itself with the next to cross the
doorway. He didn't have long to wait. Oooh! You bastard! Stop that!
Leave the fucking head of my cock alone, all ready!
One by one, one after another, the arrived. One after another,
Jane/Joe their cocks, deep-throated them and swallowed their
salty-tasting, burning cum. The taste of was inescapable to Jane/Joe's
tongue. The taste was everywhere in his mouth. It coated his teeth. His
gums. His tongue. And it burned itself deep in his throat. His mouth
felt awash in it. He could have used a little water to help wash it down,
but he knew that it would be futile to ask. They wanted him to suffer.
There would be no water coming his way. Water? You don't need no stinkin'
water, not when you got delicious to drink. Yeah, he could hear them
now.
The third guy brought a scary realization to Jane/Joe. As much as he
hated to admit it, that damned Sir Cougar's cock felt good! Very good. He
had the overwhelming urge, and a great desire, to just surrender to the
good feelings and start bouncing up and down on the man's big prick.
Wildly, as a wanton slut might. But as nice as he knew it would feel, he
refused to let it happen. He didn't want them to see him like that.
However, he did make one small concession to the sublime sensations. He
went surreptitiously up and down on Sir Cougar's cock with an up and down
movement so miniscule he felt sure no one could detect what he was up to.
Not even Sir Cougar. He tried to make it appear that it was part of his
normal movements. And, oh God, it felt sweet! So much so that he found
himself, at times, beginning to increase the length of his up and down
moves. Whenever that unwelcome event happened, he would immediately go
back to the tiny moves.
He was doing this routine again with the fourth guy, too, but something
occurred that scared him a little. On one of his downward pushes, a tiny
push to be sure, he felt the truly unmistakable repeat spasms of Sir
Cougar's prick. Oh, oh, he thought, I've made him cum!
Would that please him or him off? He tried not to move. The
spasms were numerous, too. Seven? Eight? More? He didn't know, but when
Sir Cougar stayed in him for some minutes after the last one had come and
gone, and didn't push him off of his lap, he felt it just might be okay.
Around five minutes later or so, Sir Cougar's spasms started again!
Right after a fresh miniscule up and down movement by him. He ain't
cumming again! He thought. No, it was obvious to him now. Sir Cougar was
sending him Morse code! Of a sort. He was letting him know that he knew
about his little miniscule up and down secret. The bastard! Just too
fucking clever by far. How long had he known? Probably from the gitgo, he
surmised.
Why hadn't he said something about it to the others? They would
certainly get a big kick from knowing. Perhaps Sir Cougar was making it
their little secret to inspire him to keep doing it.
Well, fuck it, he thought, if that's the way he wants it, fine. He now
felt he had slightly more freedom with the man, a silent permission of
sorts, and could now increase the distance of his up and down excursions,
which he knew would make it feel much better. But he didn't want to make
it public knowledge, however, so he merely went from miniscule to an inch
each way. Oh, God, he thought, this is fucking heaven--on a man's lap, no
less!
Sir Cougar kept up his cock spasms here and there with timed variations.
Pulse, pulse, Pause. Pulse. Pause. Pulse, pulse, pulse, Pause, Pulse and
so on. Morse tapped out with a penis.
Just for shits and giggles, on one of Sir Cougar's spasm episodes,
Jane/Joe used his ass muscles and squeezed back. His ass executed a
sequence of squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, pause, squeeze, pause, squeeze,
pause , squeeze, pause, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Any salt would
easily read this as . . . - - - . . . and translate it to SOS. Save Our
Souls or Save Our Ship, take your pick. Jane/Joe almost let out an audible
giggle at his cleverness.
Then Sir Cougar surprised him by pulsing right back with pulse, pause,
pulse, pause, pulse, pulse, pulse, pause, pulse, pulse, pulse. Unless
Jane/Joe was mistaken, the had telegraphed ASS with his cock! What
fun!
Throughout the night, and with each and every blowjob, the pulsing
gibberish from both parties involved continued. As did Jane/Joe's up and
down movements on the stiff, 10-1/2" cock rammed fully and snuggly up his
ass. Accompanied by Sir Cougar's sexually arousing thumb foolery and
Jane/Joe's audible moanings. If Sir Bruiser and Jose noticed anything
different in him, they were keeping it to themselves.
And, as he each cock, his eyes wide open, he had the clear vision
of the many different kinds of public hair available. And he could see the
cock shafts disappearing somewhere below his eyes as he deep-throated each
man. In some cases, he could actually see the man's balls rise up, just
seconds before his ass grabbing and swallowing act.
How many dicks so far? How many to go? He had no idea. It had to end
before he was eligible for Social Security, didn't it? Maybe not.
And, as he sucked, Jane/Joe couldn't help but let out those moans from
time to time. They were forced out of him by Sir Cougar's thumb
manipulations. And, every now and then, his thumb would leave the cock
head's tip to explore that super-sensitive area on the underside of the
head where the two roundish hemispheres come together, the area known as
the glans penis.
Whenever Sir Cougar touched the blessed glans penis area, Jane/Joe went
wild. His ass, his body, his head, and his legs, all involuntarily
twitched and he was forced to moan throughout a shudder. It was
involuntary and he had no choice about it, he knew, but he felt embarrassed
knowing it appeared he was enjoying each dick. Which he sure
wasn't now, was he?
Sir Cougar's thumb work wasn't the only new sensation Jane/Joe was
receiving, either. Someone, at times Jose, judging from the voice, was
running their fingernails lightly up and down his back on both sides of his
spine. The feathery touch added substantially to the other tingly-wingly
feelings and caused goose bumps to break out all over his body. It was
just one more sensation flooding his brain, one more reason to make him
moan out loud.
Many times, Jane/Joe felt as if he was about to cum. To blast his pent
up load right into space, not caring where it landed. Or on who! He could
feel that wonderful moment start to kick in, the one where you feel no
longer capable of holding it back and glad of it. But Sir Cougar sensed
it, too. He would withdraw his thumb just before it could happen, leaving
Jane/Joe all the more tantalized and supremely frustrated. And just
hanging-horny. And seeking relief.
It was at this point that Sir Cougar chose to talk to him.
He leaned over and whispered into Jane/Joe's ear, "Jane, I know what I'm
doing is driving you wild. But I ain't gonna stop anytime soon. Not until
you've every last cock we tell you to suck. So, if you want to
escape my thumb, you better start cock a whole lot better." He
paused for a few seconds. "Think about it, Jane. The better you suck
them, the faster they'll cum, and the sooner you get out from under my
thumb." He had sing-songed that last part. Jane/Joe laughed in his mind at
the stupid poetry as Sir Cougar continued his whispering.
"You're not just a now, Jane, you're our cocksucker. And it
is a personal insult to us if you're not the greatest you can
be. Now, Jane, when the next guy comes through that door, I want you to
show me that you can suck a cock with the best of them. Make me proud and
I'll make your future a lot rosier. me off and you won't have a
future." Then he said, in a normal voice, "Now, Jane, I want you to say to
me, and to Sir Bruiser here, that you love cock and want to show us
how much you do. Say it, sweetheart." Sir Cougar leaned back, wiggling and
pushing his cock firmly into Jane/Joe's ass.
Sir Cougar had whispered the words so gently, so unmenacingly, that they
scared the living daylights out of Jane/Joe. Thus, with a dry mouth, he
swallowed and said somewhat hoarsely, "Sir Bruiser, sir and Sir Cougar,
sir, I love cock and I hope you will let me show you how much I do,
sirs." He swallowed again, loudly this time, and the three in the room
heard it. The room stayed very quiet. No one spoke for a full minute.
The air in the room was filled with tension. For the first time, Jane/Joe
noticed that the room smelled of sex, of men's musk. It hung in the air.
Then Sir Cougar leaned forward once more, his cock pressing inward with his
movement, and whispered, "Don't fuck up, angel!"
And, for sure, with each guy he off, he felt Cougar's thumb
playing. Rub, rub, rub. Rub a fucking dub! It was driving him out of his
fucking mind! His own cock head felt twice its normal erect size. Swollen
and primed. And it spurred him on, too. It was as if the torture of the
exquisitely pleasurable sensations were telling him to suck each guy a
little better so it will be over sooner and you can go and jerk off for
some well-earned relief. An echo of Sir Cougar's little speech. Because
you ain't getting any relief, sonny, until it's over and every last fucking
guy in the cellblock is satisfied with your blowjobbing skills. Oh, God,
he thought, if I could only keep myself from moaning on their dicks! But
he knew that was a blatant futility.
Just two blowjobs later found Jane/Joe letting out one of these very
same moans, but it was so loud it would have been heard ten cells away if
it hadn't been muffled somewhat by the short, but abnormally fat and beefy,
cock in his mouth. Then he moaned loudly again, and then once more as Sir
Cougar pressed his circling thumb into the glans penis.
And Sir Cougar's timing couldn't have been any better, either.
Jane/Joe's three super moans were accompanied by the baritone moans and
grunts of the owner of the beefy cock as he unloaded his visibly twitching
and pulsating meaty dick into his mouth. Anyone watching would have seen a
very hot giving an expert and undoubtedly enjoying his
well-earned reward. Courtesy of Sir Cougar, the cock head tip
manipulation artiste.
During the ordeal, and many hours into it, Jane/Joe was given his only
break. He had to pee. Sir Cougar pushed him off his dick and escorted him
over to the commode. And he sure did! A race comes to mind.
Jane/Joe pissed and pissed and pissed. Noisily, and straight into the
bowl's water reservoir. He was for so long that at one point Sir
Bruiser said, "Fuck, girl! You any more and you're gonna up and
disappear!" He let out a short laugh.
Jose giggled a hee-hee while Sir Cougar merely chuckled. Then Jane/Joe,
still pissing, mind you, turned his head in the direction of Sir Bruiser.
"Well, Sir Bruiser, sir, if that did happen right now, sir, you'd sure
as hell miss me, Sir Bruiser, wouldn't you, sir?" Sir Bruiser took this in
a few seconds and busted out laughing. Sir Cougar roared! Even Jose
couldn't help himself as he laughed loudly, joining the two big men's
enjoyment.
Then, still pissing, Jane/Joe started to laugh, too. A hearty laugh
that no one who heard it could ever say was in the least bit phony. As
they all stood there laughing to the tune of hitting water, an
invisible line had been crossed and they were all now smack-dab in The
Boy's land called camaraderie. And Jane/Joe benefited from it, too. For
the rest of the program he was treated much, much better. As if he was, ha
ha, one of them now. Or, at the very least, one of Sir Bruiser's favorite
girls.
Before this event, Jane/Joe had endured the usual verbal putdowns with
most of the he chewed on. Such as, "I'm gonna shoot, you faggot, so
swallow it!" And, "Take all my dick, you fucking queer cunt!" And, "Oooh!
This white bitch just loves to moan on my big black cock!" And many more,
as anyone can imagine.
After Jane/Joe's stand-up comedy routine, Sir Bruiser put an end
to that bullshit. When the very next guy to utter slurs, uttered them, Sir
Bruiser grabbed the guy by the collar and yelled loudly and very vehemently
into his face, his spittle hitting the man, "Don't you be insulting my
favorite girl, you dumb fucker! You're done here! Go jerk off!"
And, as he violently let go of the guy's shirt, Sir Bruiser spat out,
with a look on his face that would even scare the crap out of Satan, "Pass
the word you dumb fuck! The next fucking clown to insult my Janie here is
gonna take her place so he can learn what it's like! You unnerstan' me?"
Sir Bruiser's face, from it's 7' high perch, looked so menacing that even
the deafest would have gotten the message.
The visibly shaken guy, struggling to get his now limp dick back into
his trousers, meekly nodded his head up and down and said, "Yes, Sir
Bruiser, sir, I hear you loud and clear, sir!"
And Sir Bruiser's "word" was passed, in spades. Each guy who entered
the cell did so with a humbled, slightly scared look on his face. And all
had a newfound sweetness in their hearts that was lavished on Jane/Joe.
One dufus actually said, "Thank you, Jane, my dear, that was the finest
blowjob I ever had and that's no lie, you lovely creature." Who ever said
men are untrainable?
This new friendly atmosphere had a powerful effect on Jane/Joe, too. At
some point, he stopped resisting. He just let the wonderful and weird
sensations swarm over him. He gave into his horniness because it was
futile any other way. He started the as best he could, moaning
at will, many times without Sir Cougar's assistance, and looked forward to
the blessed relief that would arrive at the end of his ordeal.
Every who now came through the door was getting the best, sloppiest,
wettest, hottest, in the world. Complete with unforced moans and
groans. And, they loved it. Jane/Joe still liked-hated it, but no longer
cared that he did. He simply cock-sucked them all with every bit of
passion he could find his soul. And they all, every one of them, knew it.
He had been punked out, turned out, and was now one of the prison's
cock-suckers extraordinaire. Sir Bruiser's favorite girly man. But deep
down he knew that he was still Mr. Joseph John Jacoby, heterosexual, man!
Every now and then Jose would remove the cock ring and replace it some
time later. He did this many times during Jane/Joe's ordeal. How much
time passed between having if off and having it on, Jane/Joe had no idea.
His mind was beyond caring. He also didn't care why it was done. It was
the same with the nipple loops. And the throat spray. Joe would, every so
often, be told to take a spritz from the little bottle.
After who knows how many men, whites, blacks, Hispanics, Orientals, you
name it, had been satisfied by the new on the block, the game changed.
It got downright ugly. Sir Bruiser started the ugly rolling right after
the last of the dozen or so had left and before he whistled the next guy
in.
Sir Bruiser stood in front of Jane/Joe. "You're doing real good, Jane,
so I've been treating you real good, too, but it's time to break your mouth
in real good! To teach you what's what, so to speak. To remind you of
your place." Jane/Joe had no idea what he was talking about. That was soon
taken care of.
"Open your mouth, cunt! I gotta piss!" Oh, hell! Save me . . .
anyone! Jane/Joe thought. But there was no one there to answer that
particular little prayer. Even his looking pleadingly at Jose brought
forth nothing. All he got from him was a look that said 'I can't help you,
man. Would if I could, but I can't.'
And, even in spite of what he knew was going to happen, his mouth filled
with piss, that fucking hardon of his still wouldn't die! Fuck, he
thought, nothing can kill it! Rub, rub, rub. Sir Cougar, you bastard,
bitch fucker! Rub, rub, rub. Long pause. Rub, rub. Pause. Rub.
With the hairs on his neck standing straight out, Jane/Joe took Sir
Bruiser's limp fat cock into his mouth. And waited. Sir Bruiser tilted
Jane/Joe's head up and said, "Listen and listen good! You better fast and often, for if one drop of my comes out of your mouth, well, I
don't have to tell you, do I piss-mouth?" With the limp cock still in his
mouth, Jane/Joe shook his head from side to side. Oooo! Rub, rub. Fuck!
Then the big man's deluge of began. Warm and very pissy-tasting.
Worse than he could ever imagine it would be. His mouth filled so rapidly
he almost didn't soon enough. But he did, grateful that none had
spilled. And he kept swallowing, rapidly, one after the other, the
pissy taste increasing.
It seemed as if it would last all day, but finally Sir Bruiser pulled
his cock from Jane/Joe's mouth. Jane/Joe swallowed one last time as Sir
Bruiser wiped his pissy cock head across his lips. Ugh! The taste was
horrible! And worse, he knew it wouldn't be the last cock he would be
doing this despicable act with tonight. And he was right. So very right!
But not with the next guy, for Sir Bruiser planned on being the next
guy.
"Now, Jane," Sir Bruiser said. " You little piss-mouth, Jose signals
it's time for another one of your spritzes, so you do that and then I want
to see how good the shit works. You gagged up a storm on our first little
date, but I think you'll have no trouble taking my 12-1/2" now. Show me
I'm right!" Jane/Joe did the spritzing thing, tempted to give it two shots,
but decided not to. The stuff had worked so far, even with cocks he'd have
previously guessed no one in the world could deep-throat.
Jane/Joe leaned forward and took Sir Bruiser's semi-erection in his
right hand, holding the beefy schlong by the base. God, how thick, he
thought. As he munched back and forth on the wide, wide head, he could
feel it come to life. It elongated both in length and in girth. It's 2"
plus width now stretched his lips out. He slobbered on the unbelievable
head for a few more minutes, putting as much saliva as he could on the
monster.
"Enough dillydallying!" Sir Bruiser growled. Jane/Joe didn't debate the
man. He just started his mouth going forward on the big human salami. As
he felt the big black head push into throat, he was amazed. It went right
in and down his throat without any problem at all! Shit, he mused, with
this spray a could rule the fucking world!
He moved his mouth forward and the inches were just gobbled up. In less
than thirty seconds he was down to Sir Bruiser's belly. And he felt full.
Full of black cock. None of the before this had made him feel this
full. Then, to make sure he got fully used to it, he stayed down at the
base for almost a full minute. He tried to, and found he could, move his
tongue from side to side. Sir Bruiser let out a moan as he did this
action. He mused to himself, Christ, to the other it must look as if
I'm trying to a black oak tree! One with curly pubic hairs! Now,
it was time to move back off of the roots.
He worked the head sloppily, deep-throating the here and there,
while listening to his moaning. Then Sir Bruiser grabbed his head with
both hands and started fucking in and out. He'd mix it up with a
full-depth plunge here and there with half-depth thrusts thrown in. At
times, his cock would bend at the middle but straighten itself quickly as
it entered Jane/Joe's mouth. He sawed in and out this way for an
interminable amount of time before finally yelling out:
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I'm there!" The long, growl-like moan
was accompanied by sperm spewing out of him in tablespoons. One after the
other. But Jane/Joe never tasted even one drop of the copious because
Sir Bruiser's cock head was fully down his throat. It all went straight to
his stomach. Jane/Joe's only reward for his tree eating was to feel the
throbs, pulses, and twitches of the black man's huge member as he unloaded.
Sir Bruiser was drained, but he kept his cock down Jane/Joe's throat for
a full minute more as he savored his ejaculation. Sir Bruiser just stood
there, looking glassy-eyed, and rubbed the back of Jane/Joe's neck gently
and lovingly like. Finally, he pulled the black oak out.
He looked down at Jane/Joe, a big grin on his mouth. "You win, Janie,
baby! You is the world's best cocksucker, for sure. I'm gonna call
Guinness and tell them about you! They won't fuckin' believe it. No sir,
they just won't fuckin' believe it. No one has ever taken my pole like
that, no one!" He paused, pushing his now limp dick through the trouser's
fly. "Yeah, Janie, you be doing me often from now on, you betcha! You
gonna be my favorite from here on out! You like that idea?" He smiled
at Jane/Joe.
"Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir, I like that idea, sir!" He didn't. Not really.
But what else was he to say? At least he hadn't gagged, or worse,
upchucked, and it now looked as if Sir Bruiser just might go easier on him
in the future. Depending, of course, on how he treats his favorite.
Jane/Joe got a of that very idea just a few moments later, just
after he had been placed back on Sir Cougar's prick again. A bunch of
thumb rubs in a row, six? seven? welcomed him home.
As guy after guy continued to appear in the cell, Sir Bruiser told each
that if they had to take a piss, they could use Jane as their human urinal.
Almost half the took advantage of the offer, with sweetness in their
comments, to be sure, that didn't matter to Jane/Joe, Sir Bruiser's
favorite girl.
So there Jane/Joe was. cock and swallowing one minute and
drowning in the next. How many had there been? Jane/Joe
wondered. Forty. Fifty. Sixty. More? He had no idea, but he knew it
was more than thirty. Way more. Ooooh! Rub, rub.
Then, as if someone had heard one of his silent prayers, Jane/Joe heard
Lights Out called, signaling fifteen more minutes of artificial lighting.
Or, and Jane/Joe couldn't know this, thirty minutes on Ride-The-Whip
nights. Please, thought Jane/Joe, don't let them continue all night! I'll
fucking die if they do! I can't take it no more. The rub, rubbing had
stopped right after the Lights Out call, as if rehearsed.
This newly thought prayer was answered, too. Sir Bruiser leaned over
and spoke to Jane/Joe. He spoke so gently it petrified him. "Janie, dear,
it's almost beddybye time. You only have one more chore before you drift
off to sleepyland." Oh, shit, thought Jane/Joe, what now? Eat some shit?
Well, they try that and they'll just have to kill me! Right here and right
now.
The 'what now' was an order to lie on his back on the cot with his legs
as high up on his chest as they could go. Sir Cougar was going to ass fuck
him. And they wanted him to himself at the same time. He was
to have an orgasm and he was to tell Sir Cougar just before that was to
happen. Sir Cougar, he was told, wanted to feel his Jane/Joe's asshole
spasm at the same time he unloaded his sperm into the ass-pussy. Sir
Cougar just loved doing that sort of fun he was told.
The naked-man-on-his-cot scenario was quickly in place and there he was,
Sir Cougar's hard cock pistoning in and out of his ass while he jerked
himself off. And, as horny as he was with the cock ring still in place, it
was hard to be inspired. He was turned off by the taste of and still way too fresh in his mouth. And the glaring overhead light. And the
audience.
But he knew he had to cum. So he concentrated really hard, closed his
eyes, and tried to conjure up a vision of a naked woman. But he kept
getting crossed up by images of cocks, balls, and pubic hairs. It was hard
work, but Sir Cougar didn't seem to mind. "That's it, Janie baby! You
beat it real good! And don't you forget to tell me when you gonna bust."
This foreplay chatter forced Jane/Joe to concentrate even harder as he
whacked away at his swollen member.
Finally, mercifully, Jane/Joe felt it. The beginings of an orgasm.
Thank you, lord, Jane/Joe thought just before he yelled out to Sir Cougar,
"Now! Sir Cougar, sir! I'm gonna shoot, sir!" He felt Sir Cougar pick up
the pace a bit, banging in and out of his ass with purpose, trying to drive
himself to his own orgasm. Sir Cougar was now leaning over him and he
could feel drops of the man's sweat hit his chest and belly. They both did
their respective parts for a few second more. Then . . .
Then Sir Cougar held stock-still as he felt the first of Jane/Joe's
asshole spasms. Sir Cougar moaned. "Oooooh yeah! Oooooh yeah! Oooooh
yeah!"
As the spasms continued, Sir Cougar started fucking in and out rather
gently. Then he yelled, "Ooooh fuck! Take it, Jane, and love it, 'cuz
here I come, ready or not! Ooooh, yeah!"
Sir Cougar spasmed. Jane/Joe spasmed. Simultaneously. Again and
again. As Sir Cougar's sperm filled his asshole, Jane/Joe's pent up sperm
burst out of him as if fired from a water cannon. It went straight up and
then arced, landing in huge blobs, one after the other, like a rain of cum,
on Jane/Joe's face, shoulders, neck, chest, and even his hair. He felt
awash in his own sperm.
But the long overdue release, the blessed needed relief, felt fantastic.
Even Sir Cougar's cock in his ass felt good. He had moaned and moaned and
hadn't cared who heard him. And having Sir Cougar's cock in his rectum
seemed to make his orgasm more intense, unlike anything he had ever known
before. Which both fascinated and scared him at the same time. Then it
was over. And there would be no sweet afterglow cuddling. Or even the
clich d cigarette.
Sir Cougar pulled out of his still twitching rectum roughly and quickly
left the cell, just like that, without saying a word. Jane/Joe just laid
there, his legs still against his chest, breathing hard and covered in his
own cum. His overworked hand still holding his still hard cock-ringed
dick. His eyes were closed and he looked, well, completely euphoric. As
any woman would whose husband had just expertly fucked the living hell out
of her and given her the orgasm of a lifetime. Jane/Joe just laid there,
enjoying the mind-blowing aftermath of his own orgasm of a lifetime.
Sir Bruiser came over and said matter-of-factly, bringing back reality,
"You did great, Jane, just great! Now, you get your beauty sleep, my girl,
because you've got a big day again tomorrow. And every tomorrow after
that. Just like today. Until you either fag up and start loving and
enjoying your cocksucking, or you kill yourself and die. Don't matter one
shit to me either way, girl" He bent his tall body down until his head was
just above Jane/Joe's head.
"Now, goodnight, sweet lips." He leaned over and planted a sloppy, wet
kiss on Jane/Joe's forehead. Then he stood up, took a last glance at the
new on the block, winked at Jose, and left. His leaving spurred
Jane/Joe to sit up on the cot and swipe at the with his hands. He
wiped them on the blanket, not caring who knew. Let the maid worry about
it.
Jane/Joe was now alone with Jose. And his fears and dreads about
tomorrow. And all the tomorrows to come after tomorrow. He sat there and
visibly trembled, staring at Jose, a look of terrible misery on his face.
Jose said quietly, "Hey, Jane, don't worry about tomorrow. Sir Bruiser
just said that to throw a scare into you. To fuck up your head. Tomorrow
will be a whole lot easier now that you're broken in somewhat. You'll see.
Besides I can read Bruiser real well. He was very happy with your
performance tonight. He liked it that you had cooperated so nicely and
didn't bust out bawling. He just hates a bawler! And, in case you're
interested, Bruiser had me keep count of the guys. He likes facts and
figures! You, my dear Jane, really impressed Bruise! In eleven hours
and twelve minutes you off 53 and 31 pissed in your mouth.
And you didn't bitch or complain, not even once. So, Jane, don't you go
worrying about tomorrow. You hear?"
"You're not just saying that, Jose, are you?" He looked like a deer in
the headlights.
"No, Jane, I swear. I'll come by tomorrow, real early, and fill you in
on how to act, what to say, and what is expected of you. From here on in,
you're one of the big three's, Bruiser, Cougar, and Thor's, working girls.
In case you're curious, we have fifteen such right now. You all go
out on dates, which I assign and, as you can surmise, with fifteen on
rotation and only 65 on the cell block right now, you should, on
average, have only five or six dates a day. Piece of cake compared to
tonight, huh?" Jane/Joe nodded. Jose continued.
"Now, the first three days of your, shall we say, initiation, you'll
have to do 12 to15 such dates. Their way of keeping you in line with the
threat of Ride-The -Whip still fresh in your mind. A reminder, so to
speak. The fourth day will start your regular rotation. Oh, the good thing
is, if there is a good thing in all this bullshit, no one, but no one will
fuck with you any more. You'll be considered the personal and private
property of the top three dogs. Oh, and, another good thing. No one will
piss in your mouth. Well, except the big three. But that only happens
here and there. Figure on no more than three or four times a month, if
even that. They don't want you or your clothes smelling of urine, you
see?" Jane/Joe nodded. He didn't see, but what the hell.
"Well," Jose said. "You have any quick question you want to ask?"
"Yeah, four. If I had refused all this Whip shit, would they really
have killed me?"
"Kill you? Fuck! They'd kill you and eat pizza off of your dead
carcass! Next question, Jane."
"Why do they call you Jose and not Josephine?" Christ, the question
sounded as if he was trying to make small talk. Maybe he was. He thought,
What's the next question to be? You come here often? Thinking this made
him smile.
Jose laughed. "Because, Jane, my sweet Jane, I got promoted! To girly
coordinator. And, in case you're curious, no, I no longer have to do
dates!" He grinned at Jane/Joe. "Unless, which happens more times than you
can imagine, I want to!" He grinned again, his face lighting up.
"Jane, I've been here five years now. And when I first arrived they
made me ride The Whip, too. Back then you had to ride it three days in a
fucking row! A fucking mind-bending ordeal, to be sure. And, at the time,
there were 80 on the block! That Bruiser, the fuck, had me suck off
all of them twice, 160 blowjobs in three days! And the fourth day was no
picnic, either. For ten hours I was double-clutched, on all fours with a
cock in each end. And who knows how many gallons of I drank? Lordy,
I felt like city!
"Well, nearly half the who had to do it, committed suicide. They
couldn't take it, as you can imagine. So, I went to Bruiser and told him
to reduce it to just one day so he'd have more fucking survivors that he
could make money off of. I told him it was one thing to bend a man's will
to yours, but if you broke it too badly, the guy would freak. Well,
Bruiser sat on this thought for over a week.
"Then a guy named Donny, a little fucker, who'd just finished his
third day, took a butter knife to Bruiser. Bruiser had no problems
disarming the guy and putting him in the hospital, but it had scared him.
He might be the toughest fuck in the world, but a sneak attack just might
find his Achilles' heel. So, he sent for me, ready and willing to listen.
He liked my logic so much he immediately promoted me. From just a trick
whore to coordinator of his and, if you must know, everything else
he's into. Which I ain't gonna tell you about."
Then, as if to answer a question he knew was in Jane/Joe's mind, but
hadn't been asked, he said, "Jane, before I came here, I was as straight as
they come. and three kids, to boot. Well, with me facing a ton of
years behind bars, the lady divorced me and went somewhere with the
kids. Which is another story, but anyway, after a mile of dick and
swallowing an ocean of cum, not to mention being ass-pussy fucked up the
wazoo, I realized I liked it!
"And why not? It's sex. It's human contact. And it's exciting if you
just let yourself just relax. And, fuck if it don't feel good, too!" He
laughed. Jane/Joe giggled. "Yeah, I'm a cock-hungry, cum-lover, for sure!
And, Janie, you'll see. Before you know it, you'll not only like it,
you'll fucking love it, too. And you'll look forward to it. Don't seem at
all possible now, I know that, but give it time. If it doesn't drive you
crazy and make you kill yourself, you'll discover just how much pleasure
there is in doing it. And there's another benefit from fagging up. The
guys treat you better, way fucking better!" He laughed. Jane/Joe nodded as
if he understood the man.
Jane/Joe asked. "Why are you in here, Jose?" Jose grinned.
"Well, to make a long, dull short, I killed an innocent man! He
was my best friend and neighbor." Jane/Joe's eyes widened. Jose went on.
"Yeah! Well, anyway, my daughter, Gloria, who was thirteen at the time,
told me my friend had raped her. Right in his living room! I believed
her. Who wouldn't? So I went to his house and confronted him. Naturally,
he denied it, but that pissed me off even more. We started to fight and I
pulled a knife and stabbed him.
"Only once, but it did the trick. Later, I found out Gloria had made
the whole fucking up. She was trying to fuck up my friendship with
the guy simply because he had forbidden his son to see her any more. Ain't
that a fuck! Now I'm facing thirty years to life. I'll probably die in
here. But, Janie, kumquat, before I go I'm gonna suck cock and get
fucked as much as I can and want!" He laughed again. Heartily. This time,
Jane/Joe laughed heartily, too.
"And your last question?"
"Well, I've, uh, swallowed a lot of tonight and I know I'm in for
ass fucking, too. What do I do if I get VD?"
"VD? Impossible! Years ago Sir Bruiser got the warden to set up a
quarantine and STD tests for each incoming prisoner, and . . . "
"STD?"
"Sexually transmitted disease. Anyway, if a guy comes in with an STD he
serves his time in the prison hospital. Forever, if need be. So, Jane,
you can all the your little heart desires without the slightest
fear of catching anything. This is, and it's no lie, the safest place on
the friggin' planet when it comes to STDs. Shit, you should try out
Bruiser's women sometime! He's got four of them working the cellblocks.
All as clean as Teresa. And they're kept that way, too. They're
all as ugly as sin, but they do have nice bodies. And getting your mitts
on some and can be a big help if and when you start to feel too
damned faggy.
"In case you're interested, Bruiser got them off the internet! He
advertised for single women who wanted to earn some pocket money and get
royally fucked over and over and over. It amazed me when I heard about it,
but Bruiser got over a hundred responses! The four he picked were put
through a rigid STD testing and were told that if they fool around on the
outside and bring a problem back to Bruiser, well, you know. They're paid
in chump change, too. Bruiser charges $30 for a fifteen minute
session and gives the gal a mere ten bucks. But his ladies love fucking
more than money and I've yet to hear one complain.
"The four women are all trucked in once a month and stay four days.
They each do about ten