ARCHIE & THE WARDEN, Chapter 2
By Master Redbeard
This is adult gay slave fiction. If you are under 18 or if you are not a fan of such stories, go away. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, go away and seek help.
It's been a while since I wrote a story. I was occupied with a tumblr blog, which has since resurfaced as slaveboypics.bdsmlr.com.
This story is a tribute to the TV series RIVERDALE, which has somehow made the goofy comic book character Archie Andrews into the hottest young male sex symbol on television in 2019. All rights belong to the creators of the Archie Comics series and the creators and producers of the TV series RIVERDALE. Nothing is implied about the sexual orientation of the characters or the actors who portray them, except that KJ Apa has become a leading gay fantasy for many (well, for me).
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Chapter 2: Narrated by Archie
My stomach had been in knots ever since I knew I'd be going to prison for a crime I didn't commit. As if that wasn't bad enough, I'd be behind bars in the youthful offenders facility built by Mr. Lodge, the evil man who was set on destroying my beloved Riverdale, and set on destroying me as well.
But the crimes of Lodge Industries were not foremost in my mind. I had heard the stories about what happens to cute boys in prison -- they get raped up the ass. Just the thought of that made me clench my cheeks together and take a deep breath. Finally the day came I was transferred from the cells behind the Riverdale Sheriff's Office to Leopold & Loeb Youthful Offenders Correctional Facilit.y
My first shock was that they ordered us to undress out in the open. We were in a small courtyard, while a big crowd of inmates were watching us from a larger adjoining courtyard. Mostly they were shouting obscenities and sexual threats at the group of new guys that I was part of. I tried to ignore them as I peeled off my shirt and jeans. But then I heard shouts like, "Hey redhead boy, show us your ass.," and "I love ginger boy asses, so nice and white."
Up till then, I had only seen the Warden from a distance. Now he walked slowly behind the line of underwear-clad teens that were entering his prison. He was pulling down each boy's underpants. When he got to mine I felt goosebumps of creepiness run through my body. The way he touched my exposed bottom felt almost romantic -- the way a guy would caress his girlfriend's bottom. Then he shoved a finger inside me. I jumped when he did that, but without pause he shoved a second finger into my asshole. And he wasn't gentle about it.
The Warden muttered some nasty remark into my ear, but I was so shaken up I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Then hoses were turned on us so hard it knocked down one of the boys. This was followed by a spray of flea powder that was thrown at me, some went into my eyes and up my nose.
While guards led the other nude boys inside the building, I was kept standing bare naked. A guy in that position would naturally put his hands in front of his penis, right? But I'd been ordered to keep my hands behind my head, so I felt totally exposed. I glanced down. Oh crap. My dick was growing stiff and sticking out in front. Guys my age were hollering dirty things from the other side of the fence. Damn! Did all the guys in this prison want to use me for sex?
My head was spinning so that I'm not even sure which humiliation followed which other humiliation. The fact that I was singled out to be displayed bare naked in front of all the horny inmates had to be Mr. Lodge's doing. He was intent on breaking me. For the first time I was starting to think he might succeed.
Finally the Warden handed me a dirty pair of white briefs and left. As I pulled the underpants up my legs, a guard prodded me with a baton and said, "Come along, Andrews. You better not give me any trouble, boy." The tighty whities were dull gray with yellow stains in the front. There was a rip along the left legband from which my left ball kept falling out. The elastic waistband of the underpants was split from the white fabric in the back.
"W-wait, where's the rest of the clothes. You're not gonna keep me in just briefs?
I was hit on the back of the knees with a truncheon and fell to the ground. The thick truncheon was pointed at my face. "You better learn to show some respect, Andrews. First, you address all men here as Sir. Then you better learn you got no say in anything, boy. You will dress just the way the Warden wants you."
My hands were once more cuffed behind my back and chained to the back of my collar. The guard led me by a leash attached to my collar. He seemed to be taking me past all the cellblocks, showing me off. When one tough Latino dude said he wanted to see more of my ass, the guard pulled and made the hole in the back of my underpants even larger, so my cheeks and crack were on display as I walked.
Boys were teasing me with all sorts of filthy suggestions like, "You got a real pretty face to sit on, Ginger Boy." "Come be my prison wife, Red. I'll protect you good." "You ever drink piss, preppy boy? You got the lips of a toilet slave." I kept my eyes to the ground and pretended I didn't hear any of it.
It was made even worse because I had an erection that was tenting out the front of the white briefs. I don't know why my cock was so stiff. I didn't understand why I was so turned on while being humiliated in the courtyard. Now I was being displayed like a piece of meat to a starving crowd of filthy teen boys, and once more my cock was stiff .
The guard stopped in front of a cell. There was a huge black dude sitting on the lower bunk flipping through a magazine. His bare chest was glistening with muscles, and his fat cock head was sticking out of his raggedly cut off sweatpants. He didn't even look up when the guard pushed me into the cell. The first thing I did when my hands were uncuffed was to try to adjust my hard dick so it wasn't sticking up so prominently.
"Fuck man," the black guy snarled, "You wanna play with it do it under the covers. I'm not into seeing a white boy jerk off show."
I blushed deep red and said, "Look, I'm s-s-sorry. I don't know why it's...."
He held up an open palm and thrust it right at me without looking my way and snapped, "Nobody here asked for your life story, whitie."
Somebody from the next cell yelled, "His name's Mad Dog. Just don't piss him off."
I stood in front of Mad Dog as he continued to look down at his magazine. I cleared my throat, "Can I take the top bunk?"
"Whatthefuck, bitch! Top bunk is mine." Before I could say anything else, he continued, "Bottom bunk is mine also."
Even though Mad Dog outweighed me I took a fighting stance. Was he going to make me fight just for the right to sit down? But then he looked up and smiled softly, "You can earn yourself a bunk, whitie. What you got to pay me with?"
I looked down at my nearly naked body and laughed, "You can see everything I've got." His smile took on a nasty twist as he looked me up and down. I stepped back and said, "Hey, I didn't mean it that way. I ain't no kinda homo. I don't do any queer shit, man."
He leaned back on his arms and showed off his powerful black pectorals. "Do I look like I'm any kinda queer to you, dude?"
I started to relax and said, "What is it with this place. Is it a special prison for gay boys? Because there were so many guys yelling dirty stuff at me, like they really wanted to do those things to me... to my ass."
He chuckled. "Don't have to be queer to see how nice your ass looks. Understand this, Red, I've been behind bars for a year. That's 12 months without any kinda female pussy anywhere near my dick. I don't say no to nothin' that's gonna make my cock feel nice."
His hand went down into his shorts and started to play with his cock. I looked away. "I thought you said you didn't do any queer sex."
"Sure, man. So if a fag gets on his knees and sucks my cock, I ain't the queer. Right? If the guys decide to turn out some pretty boy and I get a chance at his ass, I ain't gonna turn that down. The boy taking dick up his ass is the homo," he said looking specifically at my butt.
I grabbed the fabric of the back of my underpants and tried to hold it up in place. But it was hopeless. My ass was on display for anyone to see.
"Relax, dude," Mad Dog said. "I ain't gonna make you do nothin' queer." He stood so we were face to face and took my right hand in his. It wasn't rough. I didn't resist. Then he thrust my hand down into the front of his cut-off sweatshorts, so that my fingers brushed through the dense pubic patch and came to rest on his thick stiff erection.
"Hey, man, you said you wouldn't make me do nothin' queer!" Now I was trying to pull my hand back, but he was showing his brute strength.
"This ain't queer, man. This is just givin' a buddy a hand. I know a preppy boy like you must'a done it with your best buddy up in your treehouse." He positioned my fingers so they were wrapped around the base of his huge cock.
My face flushed and gave me away. "Yeh, but me and Jughead were just kids then. Just... y'know... curious. Like just wanted to see who would get hairs first. Comparing, y'know...."
He nodded and started guiding my fingers up and down on his boner. "Come on. In here it's called givin' a buddy a hand."
I stopped fighting him. I was masturbating a thick stiff black cock for the first time in my life. I had never even noticed any of my black teammates in the locker room. Now I was stroking this massive young black dude.
He may have sworn that he wasn't a homo, but it sure felt like I was getting felt up by a homo, the way his hands were stroking and groping at my body. Before I realized it, he pushed me onto my back on the lower bunk. I was about to protest, but he had me pinned under his larger body and he was sliding his dick up and down against my naked skin.
His cock was leaking so much it lubed a trail for him to slide along. I have to confess the up-and-down rubbing against me was making my cock leak as well. I was sure I wasn't gay in any way, and yet the smell of Mad Dog's sweat on his neck was making me crazy. I was soon lifting my hips and humping my crotch against his.
Mad Dog slammed his body down hard against mine and I felt his cock pulsing and shooting out thick stream after stream of cum on my smooth abs and pecs. Before he could even lift himself off me, I heard the rattle of a guard's baton against the bars. I looked up shocked and horrified that I'd been caught in such a position.
"Andrews, time to take you to the shower room." The guard had an evil grin as he said this.
I clutched the little rag that had been my off-white briefs and held that in front of my stiff-erect cock. "B-but, I still d-don't have clothes to wear... ummm, sir."
"Damn, you Riverdale boys are dumb. Why would you need clothes in a shower."
With his back turned to the guard, Mad Dog whispered, "Don't put up a fuss man. It'll go easier on you if you just go along."
The guard snapped another leash on my collar and led me down hallways once more. This time my hands weren't cuffed so I was able to hold them in front of my stiff cock. I suppose that only called more attention to my ass as I was paraded past cells. I even saw some inmates exposed and masturbating when I passed them.
Then the guard left me in a shower room with eight big black inmates. They were looking me up and down and whispering together, chuckling together, grabbing their dicks and making sex sounds. I was soon surrounded by all of these big black teenagers. I jumped when I felt a wet dickhead slap my side. But then another one slapped me from the other side.
"Look guys. I don't want any trouble...."
The biggest black stud among them grabbed me around and pressed my muscled white body against his larger muscled black body. "Good, cuz we don't want trouble neither. We ain't fighters, we're lovers."
I tried to pull away from him, but there were two other big black bodybuilders grabbing me from behind. The leader, in front of me, was rubbing his boner up and down against me. It was pretty much what Mad Dog had done, but with a crowd. I tensed up and grunted, "Look, man, I ain't no homo. I don't do any faggot shit."
"Ooooooh, straight boy with a cherry ass. Just the way we like em."
There were strong hands holding me all over, spreading my arms wide, spreading my legs wide, making my struggles futile. I knew I could beat any one of these guys in a fair fight, probably could've beat any two of them. But there were eight of them. I felt hands pull my butt cheeks wide apart, so I could feel a breeze up my hole.
I looked over my shoulder as the leader brought forth a runty light-skinned black boy who pulled on his impressive cock and started to jerk off behind me. I was trying to sound strong as I said, "Please, guys, not up the ass. Anything but the ass."
The leader laughed loud. "Don't worry, pretty boy, we ain't gonna let Tyrone fuck your ass. He's just gonna jack off and leave a nice load of cream right inside your hole. It makes the best lube for takin' a cherry."
I could hear and feel Tyrone jerking his cock behind me, the head tapping on my spread hole. It didn't take long before Tyrone was panting and then I felt the wetness shoot into my hole. My butthole was lubed with the spunk from a runty teen black boy.
The group was so busy cheering and clapping for Tyrone, that I took my chance to break free. I was face to face with a black dude who looked like he'd taken a lot of punches. He was dazed for an instant, not expecting to see me free. I took my opportunity and smashed my fist into his face, knocking him to the ground.
The other black guys were about to pounce on me, but I heard the Warden's voice interrupt our scene. "What's going on here, boys."
The leader quickly replied, "I don't think this Andrews kid likes blacks, Warden." All the rest of them murmured agreement.
I shouted out, "C'mon, that's crazy. I play football with black teammates. I was never...." But the other boys drowned me out.
The Warden looked directly at me and snapped, "Then why did you punch Johnson as hard as you did?"
"I was trying to get away. They were holding me...."
The black boys kept talking over me, telling the Warden it was just good fun. "It was an initiation except white boy over here don't got no sense of humor."
The Warden snapped his fingers and without any verbal instructions, a guard secured a leash to my collar and once more cuffed my hands behind me. I was led out of the shower block unceremoniously, as one of the black boys yelled after me, "So long, pretty little ginger boy. We gonna get our chance with you sometime." They all laughed.
This time I was fully exposed as I was dragged by a leash through corridors of prison cells. I shut out the rude comments from prisoners. I just looked at the floor in front of me and ignored the boys who were jerking off as I passed.
On the one hand the Warden rescued me from what was surely going to be a rape. But at the same time, naked and chained as I was, I didn't know where the Warden was leading me or what he would do with me.
(TO BE CONTINUED)