Play Pen Eight
By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com
Monday was uneventful. We had a new transferee from Charlie's prison. Josh, was six-five and worked out. Since the guards were unarmed inside the prison, a man his size was very useful. He was born to intimidate. In spite of the popular image, most convicts are small, so Josh could intimidate.
I called Charlie and thanked him. "Willy, he's big, but not smart. Keep him on a short leash." He said. "Tom told me how much he enjoyed our visit last week. Thanks again."
"I think the pleasure was mutual. It's good to know he is in the Senate." I said.
Later that day I called Billy into my office. "Billy, you've been a good man since that incident in the dining room." I said, "I think that if you can keep it up for another week, we can take you off reduced privileges." I paused. " Can you do that for me?"
He looked doubtful. "I'll try, warden. I'll try."
As he left the office, Dr. Fred arrived. "Warden." He said. "We seem to have some irregularities in the blood tests we took on those new prisoners."
"Anything serious?" I asked. We were addressing possible bugs.
"I may just be overcautious, but I think we might transfer them to the medical unit for a while." Fred said. "I am sending the tests of to the central labs. It takes longer than at the local shop, but they are much more thorough."
"You might have Ram look them over too." I suggested. "Their records suggest that they have some mental problems."
"I will fill in all the appropriate forms for your signature." Dr. Fed said. With this maneuver we had quarantined the troublemakers. We had bought some time.
We had our regularly scheduled exercise class that night. Josh was much taken with Butch and Beau. Josh wasted no time displaying his physique. He was muscular, tanned and at first looked smooth. He was a natural blond and the pale hair vanished against his skin.
In the showers, Josh seemed to be oblivious to the way he stared at Butch's cock. When Butch and Beau went to the steam room he was right behind as if connected by an invisible leash. I was showering next to Catfish and Ed.
"Maybe we should give Butch some time for orientation before we go to the steam room." I said. After a few minutes, Josh came out of the steam room.
"The Sargent says you should come in now." He said. He was sporting a rock hard seven incher, and looked embarrassed. Orientation was a success. The room was steamed over and visibility all but non existent. I sat next to Beau. Carter was on the other side from Butch and Josh.
"Warden, Josh thinks he's going to like it here." Beau said. "I explained our arrangement to him. He says he's not a fag, but he does like cock a lot. And he really likes the lay of the land here."
"He says he's never sucked cock before." Butch said from somewhere in the steam filled room. "I told him we have no watchers in the group, you either play or don't go to the stadium. He thinks that is fair enough, and wants to join us. He may need some lessons, guys, so take it easy."
"He's a real good-looking boy, and strong as an ox." Beau continued. "I don't think he's going to have any trouble learning what he needs to know."
"Welcome to the club, Josh." I said.
"Go over there and help the warden out." Butch said. Josh came over, shook my hand and then buried his head in my crotch. It took me about three seconds to realize that he was not as new to cock sucking as he purported.
"He a fast learner!" I said. "And nice and friendly. He's one good-looking hunk of man. He must workout all the time." I ooze a lot and whatever was coming from my cock he wanted. Carter and Karl, the two bears got up and massaged Josh's spectacular musculature.
"It's like having our own Arnold or Sylvester Stallone." Karl said.
"Shit no!" Carter said. "This boy's hung like a horse! Did you ever see the Italian Stallion? Sylvester had a pinky dick. Arnold too." Carter was fondling Josh's balls. "Real man meat here. Real man meat."
"Butch. Does he like to be sucked?" Karl asked.
"We didn't get that far in our conversation boys." Butch said. " After he finishes with the warden, why don't you give him a try?"
By this time I was really close to shooting. Josh was a pro. "Carter, Karl, why don't you show Josh some of our hospitality. He doesn't need to take my load on his first day here." Josh mumbled something that could be interpreted as an objection and redoubled his efforts sucking my cock. I popped. Josh sighed as spurt after spurt of sperm filled his mouth. Most virgins avoid taking your load. He licked up every drop. "Thank you, Josh! That was really nice."
Carter and Karl then blew Josh. They double teamed him alternating. They pulled off when they though he was too close, thus extending the blow job for several minutes. Josh would have been happy with only my cum in his mouth. The attention he got from the other men was all gravy. He was a really happy guy when Carter finally took his load.
Carter let Karl take some of the cream and Josh shot several spurts across the room during the transfer. They landed on Ram. Butch licked it off the Indian's chest.
While he was no virgin, I was sure he had never climaxed in front of several strangers including his boss. I figured that if this was what he could do when he was uncomfortable and not at ease, he would be a power house when he got to know us.
A day later, in the afternoon my secretary came in my office. "You have a call sir." She used her VIP voice, reserved for the governor or the Queen of England. "Senator Williamson." He was calling on a secure line.
"Thank you." I said and picked up the phone. "Senator?"
"Brother Willy, I've been talking with Senator Smith, he seems to have had an informative meeting with you last week." We share the same last name, and in the rare times we have appeared in print at the same time the papers have emphasized our lack of relationship. Senator Williamson is the only black Republican Senator.
"I always try to keep our legislators informed." I said.
"I would like to help him out on this problem, but . . . is there a chance that this information might become general knowledge?" He asked.
"I very much doubt that, Sir." I replied. "The members of our staff are very tight, committed to our institution."
"Tom could destroy us with that information. We have worked together for years and I trust him. Is his brother informed?" The senator's political instincts were superb, he could see the copperhead in the wood pile.
"Warden Smith is on board." I said. "I think that he and his brother speak with one voice."
"Do you trust him?" The senator asked.
"I do. I'm a bit surprised, but I do." I said.
"I do too, and believe me, I am more surprised than you." The senator said. "Thank you for your directness. I appreciate it. Good bye."
"Goodbye Senator." I said as he hung up.
Butch came in. "Our prisoners are in the hospital being tested for every thing from the plague to AIDS. It will be lucky if they survive the loss of blood from all the blood tests."
"No problem at the hospital?"
"None reported Sir."
"I think Josh did well yesterday. It looks like he will workouts all right." I said.
"He's like a kid. Praise him and he will eat out of your hand." Butch said. "Not much into logical thinking. I thought the "I'm no fag, but I like cock" comments must be one of the great lines of all times."
"Like the "I'm not gay but my boyfriend is" bumper sticker?" I laughed. "The bears seemed to like him."
"They have no problem with a young well-built guy, and they know where he's coming from." Butch said. " They aren't gay in the faggot florist way."
"Our faggot florist has been very helpful to us." I reminded him.
"Sorry." Butch said, "There is nothing more unattractive than other people's perversions. We are all in the same boat."
Fred came in. "Trouble at the hospital! Our prisoners assaulted an orderly!"
"Oh, shit! Is the situation under control?" I asked.
"It seems to be! The administrator called me, he's sending them back. It's isolation time for those men." Fred said.
I called the hospital administrator immedialtly. She was calm and under control. Sensibly she was more interested in getting the prisoners out of her institution with as little fuss as possible. They had raped the orderly, but he was too embarrassed to press charges. There were no witnesses so the man didn't want to get into a court room situation. If we could take care of it administratively that would be fine for her, and for the orderly.
I said that I would need to talk to the orderly the next day and confirm our arrangements and she gave me his name. We had considerable leeway ain dealing with discipline problems. Serious infractions as we called them. The men could be placed under strict control for the next few months and be transferred to high security institutions. I set the paper work in motion. Within a month we should be rid of the problem men.
I called Richmond and talked to my enemy, the Director and filled him in on the situation.
"If they were dangerous men, You shouldn't have let them into the hospital" He said trying to shift the blame in my direction.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have considered it. This is a minimum security institution. Perhaps we need to look at the classification system that sent the men here. We sent then there because our doctors thought there was a problem, and were trying to decide its extent." I hit the ball back in his court. "I hate it when you try to go the extra mile in looking after the welfare of the inmates and they kick you in the face." I said.
"At least they aren't pressing charges" He said.
"I will send you a complete memo on the situation." I said. "It will be well documented. It would be good to know how those men ended up in this prison. Could you look into it Sir?"
"Of course." The Director said. "I will do it personally. Let me know if there are any further problems." He hung up.
"Ram interviewed the orderly the next day and got all the details. He documented and filed everything with the appropriate bureaucrats. He interviewed the prisoners who claimed that the orderly had made them do it. Their lack of repentance was also duly recorded and filed and was sent directly to court authorities. They had portions of their sentence suspended for good behavior, and that suspension was lifted and they would serve the full term.
Ram and Butch were at my house that night filling me in on all the details when the florist truck arrived. Jackson emerged with another man.
"I've forgotten another floral opportunity?" I asked, answering the door.
"Purely informational visit, Warden." Jackson said. "This is my friend Johnny. He's an orderly at the hospital. He was involved in that incident."
"I can't tell you how sorry I am." I was shocked that Jackson would bring the man by. It was a difficult situation to be blind sided. "We'll do everything possible to punish those men."
"No problem." Johnny said. "I was glad to be of help."
"Excuse me?" I couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Warden, I'm afraid that we have been engaging in a little street theater." Jackson said. "I came here to explain." I invited them in, offered them a drink and we sat. Ram was appropriately shocked when Johnny appeared.
"Johnny is a friend of mine. We go back years. " Jackson said. Johnny was short, and slight, with dirty blond hair, and boyish good looks. "We were lovers for a while, but Johnny likes it rough."
"The rougher the better." Johnny added.
"Rough is not my scene, so we drifted apart." Jackson continued. "I ran into him in Richmond at a bar and he mentioned that they had some prisoners from your unit at his ward. I filled him in. When he found out what he did in their last prison, he hatched a plan."
"You set them up?" I said.
"Not really."Johnny said. "Jackson knew this was the sort of scene I liked, so I just let nature take its course." He paused. "And nature did take its course. Fun for me and good for you, I hope."
"Did they hurt you?" Ram asked.
"Just barely enough." Johnny said smiling. "The C/A ratio was out of whack."
"What in hell is the C/A ratio?" Butch asked.
"The cock /attitude ratio. Not much cock, too much attitude. I like cocks a lot bigger than those boys sported, but I made the sacrifice. It was a charity case after all. I hate gay bashers, especially if they are gay themselves." Johnny explained.
"Are they out of commission?" Jackson asked.
"For about ten years, I would guess." I said.
"And out of our prison?"
"Yep. They are also causing consternation in high places." I said under my breath. Johnny was moving closer to Ram and Butch.
"You fooled me." Ram said. "I was sure that you were a defiled virgin. I can usually catch a fraud."
"I'm a professional actor, the hospital is my day job." Johnny said.
I offered everyone another round of drinks, and the event became a bit festive. I went to the kitchen to get some food, Jackson followed me. "Johnny is a nice guy." He said. "His only quirk is his taste for the butch. He had a good piece of meat on him and a great ass. I can't hurt a guy even if he wants it."
When we returned to the room, Johnny was talking. "So I'm a size queen. I don't think there is anything wrong with that."
"Ever found one you couldn't take?" Butch asked. "I don't mind'em big myself."
"Not yet, but there must be one somewhere out there." Johnny said. He paused. "Jackson told me you guys are hair balls."
"Do you like that, Johnny?" Butch asked.
"Oh yes! I do." Johnny replied.