Jailbird of a feather part 2 Aihu Fist
I was glad they had let go off me for a while. My head raced a hundred kilometers an hour, of how to survive here in the next coming days. I was still attractive to many. My body was young and sinewy. I had strong shoulders, dancer legs and thighs, no hair on my body from top to toe and long hair that fell over my round shoulders. My blue eyes did most of the trick attracting young and old.
They were eating and talked loud of the girls they once had laid and how many.
All bragging, showing off, I suppose.
-We are truly lucky with this pussy here, chubby said. The guards have no clue the pleasure they just gave us.
-Hey you, what is your name? The youngest one asked chewing his mouth full.
-Steve, I replied.
-Ok. Stevie, what about another name for you? Like say Blower?
-I think Cum Eater would be better, Chubby said.
-No, said the other youth, let's call him Recipient.
-Hey that sounds nice, indeed, the other two agreed.
-RECIPIENT it will be.
Listen up Recipient, Chubby said. I am the oldest here and so therefore I will be your protector like I am their protector as well. I make the rules here for you from now on. You cannot do a thing without my consent or asking me first. You are mine at all times for anything and everything. Out there, on the stairs is another jungle and if I am not around a few things may go awry, especially with so many horny males with pent up anger in their pants and fists. I eat all of your food now, because I don't like what is coming tomorrow. I must stay strong and you must stay slim and handsome, not paunchy like me. Another rule for you is that you won't be wearing any underwear in here, it takes too much time for you to get ready for us and the guards are always on the prowl to grab any of us doing things we are not allowed to do here, one of it is sex. Put that in your head. The whole day you will be hearing the clang of keys on doors and the opening up of the little window in the door through which they spy on us. In the night you will cover yourself naked under the sheet or blanket and nothing else will be yours. In the morning when they come with food you will be wearing your grey prisoner outfit like us, but nothing underneath it ever, you hear?
I nodded a slavish `yes'.
-In about three hours they will switch off the light and the rounds will be reduced to once every two hours. Now get under you sheet and give your knickers and vest to me. I will keep them for me to use. Oh, before you go to sleep let's get acquainted. My name here is Grizzly and this young man form Yugoslavia is Checko, his mate form Turkey is Ataturk. You got some exciting days to look forward at.
Oh, recipient, don't go to sleep yet, the night is long.
They all laughed and it sounded very eerie. I couldn't sleep because they talked so loud. I was very hungry and tried to get some sleep. My ass was so sore I could not lie on it.
I tossed and turned and finally the guard switched off the light in our cell. Within minutes I heard tics and tacs on walls from other inmates communicating through the walls in their own secretive language.
-That's Polack again, Grizzly said to Checko. Tell him to shut up and we will talk tomorrow. I don't have his shit yet, he must wait.
They let me sleep and in the morning I stood waiting in the open door for my food. The food car arrived and the fatik (name for food server) filled my metal cup with black coffee and gave me three slices of white bread and some ham and cheese.
He winked at Grizzly but said nothing because the guard stood next to him.
After meals there was a bang on every door.
-Showers, showers, the guards yelled.
We got ready and outside on the corridor we were like twenty inmates lining up going to the shower room, we went in single file. There were blacks, Arabs, much less whites like me or Grizzly.
Grizzly walked far in the front of me and Checko with Ataturk were late and ended up way far behind me. At one point we stopped and waited for orders. I felt hand on my backside. One finger found my pocket and entered it.
His breath was hot and ended up blowing in my neck. He came closer and glued himself to my bum and pressed a hard cock in my covered crack.
We had to wait to shower because there were only four shower rooms. Each one got ten minutes.
The guy behind me got harder and harder and was so discrete that Grizzly didn't take notice. His fingers were searching for my cock, which was limp with fear.
But he got to squeeze me harder and frotting his now fully erect cock against my bum.
-I like your long hair, he whispered, take the third shower left. I will get in there with you. The guard is my friend and won't say anything, he will let go in six men.
My body started shaking; he released my cock and withdrew his loins from my backside. I was not to see or be with anyone else but with Grizzly.
I turned my head to him and said: That guy over there is my protector.
-The guy smiled back and whispered: I will take care of that.
He started coughing real hard, and in a minute one of the guards along the line came over. The guard smiled at him and asked: what's up? Come over here.
The guy who was surely of Arab descent walked over to him and whispered something in his ear. The guardian nodded and walked straight back to the front.
-Number 388 go back to your cell, the guard shouted.
In a minute I saw Grizzly passing me by, our cell door opened up and he disappeared.
-You see, the Arab said. Don't worry.
Fifteen minutes later I stood naked next to him and four others. To my surprise, the guard discretely passed his hand over the Arab's cock and gave him a wink.
-Tonight, he lipped without making one sound.
The Arab said nothing and nodded only while pushing me in the shower and he followed straight after me. Two other inmates saw that but out of fear of reprisals looked fast the other way.
-What are you waiting for? The guard shouted at them. You only have ten minutes.
The water splashed on our bodies and we soaked ourselves in suds. I had little room and virtually no space or water at all to wash myself. The next surprise was that the guard came watching us and remained immobile in front of our shower room.
I think that was a sign for the Arab to take action.
The Arab pushed my back down so I had to touch my knees, the water now gushed on my lower back. I had to endure this position with trepidation. Obviously, he had some deal or pact with this guard.
His cock moved in precise and without blundering. The soap had made it easy, to be sure there was not witnessing to the sound he clasped his hand over my mouth and began picking up speed. The balls made soft clicks every time they hit the lower part of my buttocks. It hurt so much I wanted to bite his fingers but couldn't. Then he turned me around ninety degrees facing the entrance of the shower only to face the guard with his hard penis out of his fly. I take it that his colleagues were handling the queuing inmates for a while. I could no believe in my most wicked dreams that this was all possible in a prison.
Thump, thump the thighs went on and my body surged forward, I opened my mouth and embraced the guard's short but fat cock. This guy too picked up speed and not before long he spilled it all on my tongue.
The Arab followed suit, cramping in me and pushing me out of the shower.
We dried ourselves quickly and were soon escorted to our cells.
-Next five, I heard the guard yell.
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