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Written By
David Spowart
Edited by
J Matlock
"My Actions Led to this Consequence"
Chapter 1 of 4
Dodge is an 18yr old, street smart wise ass. Nobody could teach him anything; he knew everything he thought he needed to know. He was hired by a chop shop to steal a new Mercedes from a car lot. Normally, a simple job for Dodge; but this was the night that would change his perspective on life.
He waited until almost 2am, when nobody was around. He busted the lock, setting the silent alarms off. He just thought the day guy forgot to set it. "My fucking lucky day, might just take two" he said to himself.
Less than 7 minutes passed, and he was surrounded by armed police. He was scared beyond belief; didn't know what he was going to do. He was known by the authorities; and, he knew, this time, he would be sent away.
"Come out with your hands up" a voice yelled, and he stayed put.
"For your own safety, come out with your hands up. We know you are in there, we can see you" the voice repeated.
Ten minutes later, he was sitting in the back of a squad car. He was looking out of the window, watching the homeless walking by, and envying their freedom. As for a 5ft 9 blond, good looking boy, he got his breaks. But he heard stories of life in prison: teeth pulled, so the weak can give better blowjobs; pickaxe handles pushed up asses, so they were ready for fucking when called on. He knew he was in trouble.
Standing in front of the desk sergeant, a huge African American, he gave his name and age, and informed him he had no permanent address. His parents had kicked him out a few months earlier. And now, he did not have the means to afford a lawyer.
He sat in lockup. Lucky for him, it was a quiet night, and he sat on the cot and sobbed. His lawyer, a young lady, helped with his arraignment, and bail was granted. But, with no means to pay it, bail bondsman would not touch him until Monday, because he was just a street punk. So, he would have to spend the weekend in jail. He was sent to a correctional facility that housed men under the age of 21, for their own safety.
"Name" the warden asked him.
"Darren Cotter, but most call me Dodge" he replied.
"Cotter, follow the rules and you will be fine; disobey the rules and suffer the consequences" the warden added.
He was sent for a shower and told to bag his belongings. He was handed a bright orange jumpsuit, and was told to clean up and change.
He was then taken to the Doctor to be examined, and then taken to his cell. His cell was a small room and contained 3 cots. He put the stuff provided by the wardens away, and then was taken to the gym. He was then shown the exits, in case of an emergency, and the do's and don'ts of the facility.
He met the two guys he was sharing the cell with, and they talked for a while. Dodge wandered around and tried to get to know some of the other guys. He was proud of being street smart, but this was a whole new world.
"What the fuck you lookin at?" a black guy yelled.
"What? Sorry, erm, just got here" Dodge replied.
The black guy got up, and without warning, punched him square on the jaw, sending him flying to the floor.
"Don't fucking look at me unless I give you permission; okay, white boy?" he yelled at him. His new cell mates came to his rescue. Leroy got in the other black guys face and warned him off.
"He disrespected me. I'll fuck the white mother fucker up" he yelled, but Leroy did not retreat.
"He said hello. What the fuck is wrong with you, nigger" he scowled, showing no fear. And Dodge was realizing that his world had gotten a lot more complicated.
The black guy backed off, but his eyes never left Dodge's. "You okay?" the other guy asked. He, at this point, could not remember his name.
The wardens watched, but did not intervene. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up" he added, and took him back to the cell. "Why didn't the guards help me?" Dodge asked. "Sink or swim" he replied, and Leroy followed them back to their cell.
Sometime later...
"You have to grow some balls" Leroy said, as he lay on his cot. "They will fuck you over" he added. "I can defend myself, I just wasn't expecting it" Dodge replied.
"Stick, tell him how it is" Leroy replied.
"You need to be in a group, buddy up with some guys, never get caught alone. They will fuck you up, and I mean good" Stick replied.
"You already owe me, so, what you got?" asked Leroy.
"Nothing, I have nothing" Dodge replied.
"You want my help, you have to pay" he said, rubbing the outside of his shorts.
"What the fuck!" Dodge scorned, as Leroy stood up and approached his bed.
"No way man, fuck off" Dodge said, in a panic.
Dodge stood up and started to back away. Stick then grabbed his arms and pushed him to his knees by chopping the back of his knees, forcing him down. He then grabbed him around the neck, holding his face.
"You owe me for saving your ass, and I do not like debt" Leroy smirked.
Leroy stood in front of him and pulled his shorts down; his huge black snake now waking up. He looked at Dodge and asked, "You gonna pay, or do I have to collect?"
"Please, don't do this" sobbed Dodge.
"You have to pay, pal" Stick whispered into his ear.
Leroy then placed his hand behind Dodge's head and started to rub his now erect cock all over his face; spreading pre-cum over his lips, making them shine. "Open wide, now, you hear?" he said, rubbing his steel shaft over his lips.
He started to push, and soon Dodge's lips parted, but his teeth were clenched. His cock was sliding inside his cheeks, and leaking precum like it was a full glass, with plenty to spare.
"I am going to take your mouth, or would you rather I fuck you?" he said, and Dodge's eyes grew wide with fear. "Your choice" he again started spreading pre-cum and saliva over Dodge's face.
Tears began to pool in his eyes at what was happening to him. He never thought he would ever be in this sort of situation. He knew he needed help to survive this place, but he never , ever thought he would have to submit to another man and become his bitch.
"Your choice" he repeated.
Leroy backed off and bent down to talk to Dodge.
"You said you tried to steal a car, yeah?" Dodge nodded
"Why?" Leroy asked.
"Money, I was being paid" Dodge whimpered. He could taste Leroy in his mouth as he spoke.
"Would you have taken it if they didn't pay you?" he asked, and Dodge shook his head.
"Exactly, so why should I protect you if you cannot pay me? You already fucking owe me, so stop whining, and open your fucking mouth" he scowled, and stood back up. He again rubbed his cock over Dodge's lips.
Dodge just looked up and stared into Leroy's eyes, pleading for him to relent and stop; but that was never going to happen. Again Leroy forced his way back into his mouth, teeth still clenched.
"Open up, boy" he demanded.
Dodge heard the hatch on the door open, then close. Nobody came in; he was alone and defeated. He was left at the mercy of his cell mates, and they were taking advantage of the fact the guards didn't give a shit.
"Come on and open up. I need to nut and you need my fucking help, so give" Leroy demanded. Slowly, Dodge gave in.
"That's it, oh yeah". Leroy claimed his payment.
"Close your mouth around my cock" he added, and Dodge did as instructed. Leroy continued to instruct his new cocksucker.
"Use your tongue, and watch your fucking teeth" he said, as he fucked Dodge's mouth. He pushed his dick to the back of his throat, and he gagged; music to Leroy's ears
"Suck, bitch!!" he demanded, and Dodge heard the hatch open, yet again. But, it didn't close straight away. He knew the guard, or guards were watching him suck a black kids' cock. The way Leroy was now skull fucking his now swollen lips; he knew he had an audience besides Stick.
"Use your fucking tongue, BITCH!!" he demanded, as tears again began to flow from his eyes. Leroy pulled out and let his cock hang on Dodge's bottom lip. "Lick it" he demanded, with authority. "Smile while you are doing it" he added.
Dodge licked at the kid who had taken his manhood and smashed it against his very soul. He still could not comprehend what was happening to him; but things were about to get tougher for him.
Leroy pulled off and sat down. He looked at his other cellmate and told him to take his place. Stick stepped in front of Dodge and dropped his shorts. He was not as big as Leroy, but it was another cock, all the same.
Dodge looked over at Leroy and he just smiled and said, "I have staff, they get paid; now suck" he smirked.
Dodge closed his eyes and opened his not as virgin mouth; and Stick pushed inside his mouth and let out a low moan. Dodge licked his shaft and head, as Stick fucked his mouth.
"He learns quickly, Leroy" Stick says, and Leroy just nods and smiles.
"Yeah, the cunt knows his place" he adds.
The hatch to the cell closes again, and now Dodge is totally resigned to his fate.
A few more minutes passed and Dodge's lips grew numb. Soon, Leroy was back in place and Stick stood beside him, stroking his cock next to Dodge's face. Leroy began to pick up the pace, as he was getting close to busting.
"Yeah, suck harder, bitch" he yelled, as he power fucked his new fuck hole, and Dodge knew what was about to happen.
"He's going to feed you, Dodge. Don't spill any of it; you'll just piss him off" added Stick, as he was stroking faster.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, yeahhhhhhhh" Leroy roared, as he shot inside Dodge's mouth. With shot after powerful shot, he drove deep inside; and, for a second, with the slickness of his cum, he slid down Dodge's throat, impaling himself fully inside his new cum dump.
"Fuck yeah" he yelled as Dodge began to choke.
Leroy pulled out, his cock slick with saliva and cum. "Clean it" Leroy demanded.
Dodge looked for a cloth, or towel, anything to clean his dominant cellmates cock. "What the fuck, lick it, you cunt" he yelled. Dodge moved forward, and, like a whore, he licked his cellmate clean. Just before he thought his ordeal was over, Stick shoved his cock into his mouth and rammed in deep, sliding down his throat as he came.
He held it there while Dodge choked, and only released him just before he blacked out. Lying on the floor, coughing and spluttering, and tasting two loads of cum in his mouth; he curled up on the floor, hugging himself.
"Off the floor and get in your cot" Leroy demanded.
Dodge forced himself up and lay on his cot, silently sobbing and cursing the world for dealing him such a shitty deck. He cursed his parents for throwing him out for what he thought was just youthful exuberance. Lastly, he cursed God for not helping one of his flock; he, at this point, thought he was blameless.
He heard the hatch open again, and since his cell was now quiet and nobody was talking elsewhere, he could hear the guards talking.
"Shows over, Bob" he heard one say.
"Yeah, for now. Leroy is a horny little fucker" he replied.
"Not so fucking little" he snickered, and tears again began to pool in Dodge's eyes. Again, he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged himself.
"Yeah, tune in tomorrow night for a second show" one of them said; and his cries were not as silent as they were.
"Yeah, he fucked his last cellmate, that mousy little cunt" he adds. The thought of being fucked by Leroy, or any man, terrified the fuck out of him.
"Yeah, he was a good cocksucker, though" one added.
"Yeah, he was. I miss that little shit. Perhaps Leroy will share this one, pal" he adds.
Dodge could not believe what he was hearing. Leroy fucked and shared his last cellmate; would he do this to him, and where does Stick fit into this?
He heard them walk away, and Stick was soon sitting at the bottom of his cot, staring at Dodge. Leroy was already snoring and Stick was still staring.
"He will not hurt, or see you hurt" Stick whispers.
"Funny way of showing it" Dodge replies with a huge amount of scepticism.
"Look, he has to get paid. You have nothing to offer, and, well, he's a guy. He has needs, you have to pay; there is no way around that" he responds.
"And you?" Dodge asks.
"Just horny, and well, you had just sucked his cock; so, why not. If you were in my place, you would have done the same" Stick mocks.
"I would never have forced anyone to do that" Dodge adds, with a hint of bitterness.
"You hear what the guards said?" Dodge asks.
"Yeah" he replies.
"Is it true?" Dodge asks.
"Yeah, Terry was a fag; he wanted it. He had needs and Leroy was willing, as were the guards" Stick replies.
"So, same plans for me?" Dodge asks.
"You a fag? Do you need cock? Do you need to be fucked" Stick asks
"Fuck no, no I don't" Dodge replies, with force.
"Were you fucking the kid?" Dodge asks.
"Yeah; as I said, he had needs, as did we" Slick replies.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP" Leroy yells.
Dodge wanted to know to what extent Stick followed things in this place. Had he been fucked, had he had to suck cock in order to survive? Had he been shared with the guards, would he have to submit to the guards? Once again, panic swelled inside his chest.
He struggled to sleep. He still had the taste of cum in his mouth. He couldn't brush his teeth until morning and would have to suffer the indignity of cum breath till then.
The bell sounded and the doors unlocked. He opened his eyes and Leroy and Stick were dressed and ready for the shower block.
"Better hurry, you do not want to be in there alone ... trust me" Stick said, as he exited the cell.
"You Ill, Cotter, your lips look somewhat swollen" a guard asked. Not knowing if it was one of the guards that watched him submit to Leroy the previous night, he tried to blow off the question.
"No sir, I'm fine" he replied.
"Bad case of cock lips, if you ask me" a white guy commented, while entering the showers, and the place began to laugh at Dodge's distress.
"Is he limping?" another yelled.
Dodge just washed at the sink and left the shower room. He re-entered his cell, and one of the guards followed him. "Cotter, you should be eating" he yells at him.
"Sir, I am not hungry" he replies.
"Who said anything about food" he replied, and closed the door and pulled down his zipper.
"On your fucking knees boy" he yells, and the cell door opened and Stick came back in. "Forgot my inhaler" he said, as the guard pulled up his zipper. "Breakfast Dodge?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah, I'm starved" Dodge replies, grateful for the rescue; but also wondered what this would cost him.
"Anything else you need, officer?" Dodge asks, before he tried to leave.
"You'll keep, boy" he replied, and left.
"Thanks" Dodge says to Stick.
"I said `don't get caught alone', didn't I?" replied Stick.
"This is going to cost me, isn't it" he asked.
"No, not this time, just watch your back; and all directions" he adds.
"Yeah, I am working that out for myself" Dodge replied, as the entered the food hall.
To be continued part 1 of ?
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