Prison Dad

PRISON DAD - PART EIGHT

A gloomy Sunday afternoon, summer edging away. Sike stood, his bulky inked arms folded, shoulder to the wall, in close proximity to the officer near the open door of the cell. Jack was off seeing a visitor, not that he'd seemed particularly happy about the prospect. Family. Didn't seem to like any of em by all accounts. That suited Sike fine: he didn't want interference. The less contact with the past, the better. The officer looked up from the small notepad he was holding.

'So yeah, the usual clatter goin on and I'm some distance away, but I heard him all the same.' The uniformed figure tapped his ear. 'It's in the contract.'

A grunt of recognition. The idle crack of meaty knuckles.

'What else?'

The officer looked back at his scrawl, 'He said, "Ah go on, it'll be a laugh. Be good to have the whole team on board. Rest are. We ain't..." - now what the fuck did I write there?' the man squinted at the paper in his hand 'Oh yeah - "We ain't gonna hurt him much just make him sweat a bit. They're gonna hold our side and him back after the game. Some excuse. Get the others out the way."'

The man looked again up to gauge Sike's reaction. A twitch of muscle. He's angry alright.

'And so I stop walkin to fiddle with me watch and listen up a bit more. Then blondie says something like "OK. If you are sure. But I am watching only. OK?" He was tryin to keep his voice down cause he's got some fuckin sense. Didn't sound very keen on the idea if you ask me.'

Another grunt from Sike. Details to file away. You never know what might be useful...

'Dannyboy wasn't satisfied with that. Nice n clear he goes "Matey, it's totally legit. Like I said, that prick's running the show... You'll get into it. Course you will."' The officer looked back up and flipped his pad shut.

Sike stares at the officer, who stares back. There is a joint understanding. That prick... No-one likes Phil much, on either side. This has been a long time coming.

'Then he musta noticed me or somethin cause he changed the subject right fuckin quick, but I just pretend not to have heard a dicky bird, don't I, and carry on lookin at me watch before movin on. Thought I'd leave the er... 'intervention'... to you.' He pauses. 'Pretty good hunch of yours.' A quick glance up and down the corridor, then back. 'What do you wanna do about it?'

Sike is silent for a moment, brow furrowed, looking into space as he thinks. He can feel the violence there in his bones, waiting to explode. He flicks through the limited options. He could easily scare all five of em into backing off without much trouble... Well, Kev would have a go, cause he was a bolshy twat, but he'd take him down... And then this shit just wouldn't happen. Trouble is, it wouldn't stop Phil and Harry doin something else another time. Worse, it would warn Phil that Sike was on to him and the prick would put his guard up, try to get clever. No, this all had to end RIGHT HERE, and so that meant it had to happen but be interrupted. The only way. A trap. And his boy couldn't know or he might fuck it up without meaning to. Hmmmm. Risky stuff. He looked back.

'Maybe I'll find time to have a quiet word with blondie. He'll fold pretty easily by the sounds of it.' A deep inhale and exhale. Fury on a leash. 'But you know what? I reckon we should let this happen. Then we can take a little afternoon walk on Friday, eh? See what we find?'

The officer slowly nods, understanding the implications at once. His gut instinct had told him that's where this might end up. A bit risky, but for the best. About time that arrogant fucker got what was coming to him...

'OK. We'll make that work... Steve and Charlie as back up. But listen.' He leans in for emphasis. 'Don't be too hard on Harry. We like him. He's sound. Just doin what the fuck he's told. Phil's usin him.'

A pause. A shout of 'fuck you' echoes along the corridor from another cell. Sike knows he has to play it cool; he has influence but not free reign. No need to mess up years of careful positioning. He kept the guvnor happy and helped keep things in order; monitoring supply, an enforcer when the screws hands were tied. Phil was the only one who didn't like this arrangement, mainly cause he was still smarting from Sike's intervention that time. The stupid bent fucker had been lucky that neither of the two lads had wanted to make an official complaint, but he'd been very publicly humiliated all the same. The years since had seen the wound fester.

'I'll bear it in mind. Don't you worry.'

The officer looks out to see what's happening. One of his colleagues is beckoning. He turns back with half a grin.

'Duty calls.'

A nod. The heavy door is slammed shut.

Radek stares at the piece of paper in his hand. He was already very uncomfortable about what had been planned, but hadn't wanted to look weak. If you looked weak here you didn't survive. He'd seen it happen too many times: the dumb and brutal reality of it. If there was a team, you stuck with em. But now this... How the fuck?

He could still hear that deep steady voice in his ear in the lunch queue: 'Don't turn around. Take this and read it when no-one's lookin. You'll do what it says if you value yer manhood.' A folded piece of paper had been pushed into his hand, he'd hurriedly shoved it in his pocket and nothing more had been said. The trembling in his hands had made the tray shake when he picked it up a minute later. A glimpse of the man's tattooed right arm had been enough to confirm what he suspected. The threatening words had gone round and round his head all afternoon.

Some people you learned to minimise contact with whilst being just respectful enough. You watched what you said and watched where you looked; eye contact could definitely get you in trouble. But you hadn't to show weakness either or others sensed it. You had to do just enough to show em you weren't to be messed with; his martial art skills had certainly come in useful from time to time. Just being foreign was enough to rile some idiots. He was praying every day to be moved from this hellhole and had been promised this was likely within six months or so.

Unlike a lot of the inmates, he'd never been after any substances to kill the time, so there'd been no need to go anywhere near someone like Sike. But now... He stares at the paper:

I KNOW. GONNA BE PAYING A VISIT. MAKE SURE IT HAPPENS BUT DONT JOIN IN. I MIGHT SPARE YOU. IF IT DONT HAPPEN ILL HOLD YOU RESPONSABLE. NOW RIP THIS UP AND EAT IT.

Was he fucked or was he totally fucked? The team were going to want to know who grassed. His hand was still trembling. Six months? He'd be lucky to make six weeks...

'Let's try it one more time.'

Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead and spat on the tarmac. There was a light rain falling, but it was still pretty warm for running around. And he'd done plenty of it, inevitably, scoring four goals in the process. The opposition had seemed even more lumbering than usual, even Skunner. All good stuff.

But then the final whistle had gone and instead of piling off all together as they usually did, that fucking cunt had instructed him to stay behind and give the others some tips to help them improve. Like he'd ever given tuition before. A bit of warning might have helped. He felt like he was just stating the obvious... Playing on tarmac wasn't really ideal, it had to be said. When you fell you really knew about it. He watched Dannyboy approach Skunner, this time managing a successful tackle, though the shot then went wide. A hint of an improvement at least.

'Better. You gotta know where yer weight is tho. Own the ball. It's not just about trying to barge through like a fuckin ten ton truck all the time. You gotta be able to switch direction quick, wrongfoot the other guy.'

That last point was more for Kev and BigJim, as he was generally known. BigJim didn't know any other way than barging through, he was born to lumber. Kev just let his aggression get the better of him, most of the time, didn't concentrate enough. Jack was wary of him. He wasn't gonna be the one to tell him to cool it, even here. He glanced at them both. BigJim looked slightly bored. Kev was eyeing Jack in an unfriendly way. No change there then.

'You two wanna try it again?'

'Guess.'

It's not like I fuckin asked to do this mate. Kev fixed his gaze for a few moments longer than was necessary then went and fetched the ball, taking his time. It was all Jack could do not to laugh at the car-crash that followed. He did his best not to smirk.

'You heard what I said before about bargin thru...' He saw Dannyboy grin. BigJim shrugged and half-grinned too. Kev just scowled like he always did. Jack sighed. A tedious waste of 20 minutes. Luckily, Phil seemed to have got bored too, just as the rain began to get more insistent.

'OK, that'll do for today you lot. Let's pack up.'

The others were leaving with another officer as they went in. They gave him the usual smiles and boisterous thanks as they passed... 'Good lad' 'Cheers mate' 'You showed em right!'. Then they were gone. The air was moist and steamy from the showers. Jack noticed Harry had stayed behind. A faint sliver of unease wound through his veins as he walked to his stuff and tore off his damp footy gear. Stop imagining things, Jack. But the room was strangely quiet as everyone stripped. Without the two teams there together, the dynamic was completely skewed, and the game had ended some time ago so the adrenaline high had completely gone. He saw Phil talking quietly to Harry, but couldn't hear what they were saying.

Jack headed to the showers as quickly as possible, keen to be done and out. He faced the wall, letting the hot water soak him. Fuck that was good. The others took the remaining three showers, so two had to wait. He washed quickly and turned round to sluice the foam from his head. Opened his eyes.

Kev was standing not far in front of him, arms folded, waiting. The pose and the tattoos across his upper body reminded Jack for a second of his dad, even tho Kev had em all across his chest too and didn't have Sike's fuzz. He wasn't as tall as Sike neither - barely taller than Jack - but he had a serious amount of muscle on him. Close-cropped hair and dark eyebrows that nearly met. Rough face. Testosterone-fuelled toughness.

'You gonna be all fuckin day?'

'Nearly done mate.'

Jack didn't want to stare into Kev's dead eyes, nor turn his back on him, so he let his gaze drop briefly. He'd clocked the man's dick before simply because it was such a hefty slab of meat. Bigger than his dad's soft, and that was sayin something. The guy seemed to have shaved his pubes real short, which only made it look bigger still. That'd fuckin hurt.

'Like lookin at it do ya?'

Jack looked back up angrily. He'd barely glanced at it, no way could anyone have said otherwise. The fucker was just lookin for trouble. Despite the situation, he felt something snap within and decided in the heat of the moment to meet the aggression head on. You lookin for trouble? OK, I'll give you trouble... He stepped forward so they were face to face, inches apart.

'Just what's your problem, mate? You're the one who's standin too fuckin close. Back off.'

With a snarl, Kev shoved Jack backwards into the shower wall. Jack was expecting this and managed to take the impact, immediately kicking out with his right leg and sending Kev stumbling backwards. There were shouts from the others around. Fight fight fight fight... Jack felt the rush. He knew this was fuckin stupid, cause he couldn't possibly beat a well-built man like Kev. But the guy had fuckin started it. It wasn't Jack's fault, whatever any of em said. Wait til my dad finds out, you nutjob.

Kev was now facing Jack again, staring daggers, and the chanting rose in volume. But before the man could charge again, there was a sudden 'Oi, Oi, you two, let's keep it friendly, eh?' and Phil and Harry hastened in, Harry restraining and pulling Jack to one side, Phil facing Kev off. Jack was relieved but still outwardly furious.

'He fuckin started it! He shoved me into the fuckin wall.'

'Yeah, whatever, just calm down Kenton. Calm down.'

Whilst this was goin on, Jack didn't hear Phil's hissed instruction to Kev between gritted teeth, an angry jabbing finger in the man's face.

'Don't be so fuckin hasty Newman. Wait.'

Kev caught his anger for a moment and turned away to the free shower. He'd be the one laughing soon enough. Harry let go of Jack who glanced around at the other faces as they finished up showering. They were staring at him blankly: not friendly, not unfriendly. Only the quiet, tall Polish guy - the name escaped him - seemed to show any sign of concern, but he turned away when he caught Jack's look. Ah, fuck the lot of em, thought Jack.

He stomped back to the relative cool of the changing area, flung on his dry T-shirt, keeping an eye out for what that tattooed geezer was up to. Crazy fucker. He was someone Sike had warned him about right from the beginning. Boxers, his spare footie shorts. The others were drifting back to change too and the showers were turned off. No one spoke. He sat down on one of the wall benches facing the others in the middle of the room. Socks on... Now where were his trainers? Not where he'd left em, that was for sure. He looked all along the underside of the bench. Nope. Oh for fuck's sake. He looked around the room for them, trying to avoid looking at the figure of Kev who had plonked himself down on the bench at the far side. No sign. He tried to think. They'd all just piled in to the showers, surely? Except the screws, of course... A sinking feeling overcame him. He was gonna have to say something.

He tried addressing Harry rather than Phil.

'Excuse me sir, can't seem to find me trainers.'

But Harry didn't answer and looked over to Phil, who walked over.

'What was that Kenton?'

Heart in mouth. Jack stood up. He felt more vulnerable sat down. 'Someone's nicked me trainers, sir.'

'Really?' The officer's tone made it clear he didn't give a shit. 'That's a shame. Better ask yer dad for a new pair then.'

Jack felt the tension ratchet up in his head. Oh fuck. Give me a break, man. He tried to change the subject back.

'Have you put em somewhere sir? For a joke?'

The officer blinked. Jack realised everyone else was watching them. The proverbial pin-drop hush bar the faint drip-drip from the showers.

'You accusing me of theft Kenton?'

The lad felt the thumping in his chest. His vulnerability was obvious. None of his team mates here.

'No sir...'

'Sounds like it to me.' Phil stepped forwards. 'What do we think of that Harry?'

'Bit cheeky' replied his colleague.

'Yeah, I'd say...'

'They ain't just gonna vanish are they?'

Jack was trying to sound confident, but all his youthful bravado had been used up in the brief fight with Kev, and now something was going very wrong. He knew it had only been a matter of time. He shoulda known the minute they'd made him stay behind. You fuckin idiot. Coulda feigned an injury or something while the others were there. He backed away slightly as the officer advanced, not that there was anywhere much to go. He'd never make it to the outside door. Probably locked anyway.

'Well, like I said Kenton, don't worry, I'm sure yer tough prison dad'll treat you to another pair. He likes you a lot, I've noticed. Gives you stuff on a regular basis, don't he?' Phil smirked.

Shut the fuck up man. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. They're listening. But he could say nothing.

'Ain't that right, Harry?'

'Yep'

The smirk spread wider to a full blown-grin.'You like making yer dad feel good, don'tcha? Got a real taste for it, haven't ya Kenton? A taste for ya dad's meat.'

The others watched. Skunner stood awkwardly in his trackies and trainers, arms folded, trying not to let his imagination picture too much of what Phil was describing but finding it all too easy. BigJim and Dannyboy on the other of the middle benches both felt a surge of adrenaline as they sat gaping at the unfolding scene, Dannyboy especially. Radek, the only one who was fully dressed except for his trainers, stuck his trembling hands in his pockets, feeling more and more nervous. Kev, just along from him, watched Jack's discomfort with satisfaction and reached beneath the towel across his lap to idly toy with the hefty dangling tool. This was gonna be fun.

Jack tensed. He knew the punch was coming. No way was he gonna give Phil the satisfaction though, not with this lot watching. He was going straight to hell, either way.

'And you got a talent for making shit up, sir'

With a low growl, the officer stepped forward and punched Jack hard in the gut. But Jack's ongoing training made it less effective than it had been previously. Jack staggered back but just about stayed upright, pushed toward the back corner of the changing area. Phil's squashed features screwed up with anger, and he gestured to Harry who went and blocked off any potential escape to Jack's left. After a terrible moment of silence, he stepped forward and dragged the lad away from the bench by his upper arm.

'Get on yer fuckin knees, queerboy.'

Phil pushed down with considerable force, and Jack having been dragged and lifted slightly had no way of stopping himself. He tumbled forward on all fours, bare knees scraping on the rough floor. His head swam. His upper body was then yanked back up by Harry, and he didn't resist. No point. He felt his hands pulled together behind him and cuffed. Phil calmly sat down on the bench by the wall to one side of him.

'Now we went through all this before, didn't we Kenton? And you admitted it. It's on the record that you admitted it. But when I offered you the chance to be moved, you didn't take that chance.' The others in the room knew this, but he thought it was a good idea to remind them. 'Why would a straight boy keep swallowin the juice if he didn't have to, hmmm?'

Jack couldn't believe how quickly this situation had come about. It was a like a pit had suddenly opened up and swallowed him whole. His thoughts were submerged in a fog of fear.

'He'd kill me, sir. I told you.'

'Really? Big scary Sikeman? He wouldn't know you'd asked, Kenton. We move you lot around as and when we feel like it...' Not strictly true, he thought, but as a general rule that wasn't far off the mark. 'Nahhh, I think you want it alright.'

Jack said nothing. He stared forward, numb, anticipating the worst. A terrible silence. No one moved until Phil finally spoke again.

'Do you remember I promised we'd organise some entertainment? Hmmm? Do ya?'

Jack made no response, staring vacantly toward the showers, seeing nothing. He felt the pressure of the cuffs digging into his wrists.

'Well, the lads here could do with a bit of, er, light relief after all their hard work. How about you give them some, huh? Show em just how good a cocksucker you are.'

A slow shake of the head. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

'No, it's not right, sir. M'straight...' His voice tapered off. No use. It's gonna happen. Gangbang porn images flooded unwanted into his confused head. The fearful things Phil had promised back in the interrogation room. His punishment. This is just the start, innit? It's all downhill from here. He glanced fearfully to where the opposition team were watching. None of them are fuckin queer, that's for sure. It's crazy. This fuckin world is one hundred percent fuckin crazy. An image of Sike came to mind, and he felt a surge of intense longing for his dad.

'Here, Harry, how about you come round here and remind him how tasty your meat was.'

Harry obliged, stepping round to stand in front of the kneeling teenager, unzipping his dark trousers and prising his smooth dick out, the blood already beginning to pump though. He purposefully began to jack it and it sprang to life in his eager hand. He remembered watching at the cell door with open mouthed wonder, watching Jack get fucked by the muscle man who everyone seemed wary of. Something so raw and primeval about it. The buzz of control was in his veins, overcoming his straight instincts. He stared down at the shellshocked youth.

'Remember this, sonny boy?'

Jack did, only too well. He remembered that terrible hour in the interrogation room and the younger officer's initial reluctance to cross the boundary. How he'd been stupid enough to encourage it to happen, taking a weird kind of gratification in corrupting the handsome married man. Now it was all well and truly fucked up. This is your reward, Jack. The man's long sexy tool was there before him with its slight downward curve, ready to slide itself right in down to his throat.

'Don't look so fuckin ungrateful Kenton. You're gonna get dickfed. That's what queerboys like you want, right?'

Phil's words cut Jack deep because he couldn't outright deny it. The lurid pull of the gangbang fantasy was tearing him up inside. The lad wanted to kill the leering man now, no two ways about it. Maybe one day he would. He could feel the suppressed rage boiling within him. But he was also painfully aware of the others in the room and how all this must seem. Him and Sike. Now everyone was gonna know what was goin on. They were gonna FUCKIN KNOW. Arrghhhh. He'd never felt so desperate before in his entire life. Please dad, I need you right now... But it was no use. He wasn't fucking psychic, and his dad couldn't hear him. He shook his head slowly and clenched his jaw.

'Fuck you.'

Still fighting, eh? The burly officer regarded the insolent youth with an expression of mocking disdain and stood up again, walking slowly round to loiter menacingly just behind him. All was quiet except for the continued dripping from one faulty shower. Marking time. The stark white fluorescent light seemed to bleach the colour and life from the changing room.

Jack tensed his body, expecting some kind of physical blow. His heart pounded and he cautiously tried to turn his head to see exactly where the man had gone, still agonizing about whether he should try to stand up and fight for his honour. But with his hands cuffed? It was worse than hopeless. Phil spoke more quietly, leaning down toward his left ear.

'Do you fancy saying that again Kenton?'

Jack could see across to where Kev sat naked on the far side. The tattooed muscle man's dead-eyed gaze locked with his momentarily and he felt a faint shudder run through him as a sudden vision of what was coming flashed up in his lurid imagination. These tough straight blokes surrounding him with their dicks out. Treating him like a bitch, like the woman in that porn mag. A temporary outlet for their sexual frustration. An excuse to hurt and humiliate the cocky youngster who always made them lose. Fuck. Nothing he could do to stop it if he didn't want to get mashed up real bad. But he couldn't be seen to give in too easily.

'Fuck you, SIR.'

Unable to anticipate it, the sudden unexpected grip on Jack's neck made him wince. The man's powerful hand squeezed and for a moment Jack felt his vision blur. The officer almost spat his viciousness into the teenager's ear.

'Think you need that fuckin mouth of yours plugging Kenton, before any more shit spills out of it, hmmm? Now open up for Harry ere and show the lads what you're capable of. Yer dad ain't here to save ya.'

You big fat cunt, thought Jack. You're more full o shit than anyone I've ever known. But he said nothing this time. There's no way you can get the better of him, it'll just make the punishment worse. The grip on his neck was brutal and the sight of the younger screw's hardened meat filled his troubled gaze as the man brought it near his lips. You ain't no homo, Jack, remember that... You ain't.

Harry saw the kneeling youth before him open his mouth in acquiescence and he nudged his shiny head inside, taking hold of the lad's head with his left hand as Phil relaxed his tight grip. Yeah, fuckin suck on this. You did a fine job last time... The rape fantasy was there in his head once more, weaving and murmuring its dark spell. He was an invincible machine in his uniform. The outside world didn't matter here. The outside world could go to hell.

'Yeahhh, there you go... That's what you need, innit? That's what you fuuuuckinnn neeeeed... Bitch.'

Jack smelt the mysteriously appealing scent of the man again and with terrifying speed it took him right back to the interrogation room. He tried to blank out the unsettling memory and concentrated on the man's smooth, sexy tool, working his tongue under and around the head. Straight male pleasure was filling his mouth, and this simple truth he could deal with. He knew what to do. Find the rhythm, the perfect motion. Make it feel good.

Phil, unseen to Jack, quietly gestured at the five cons in the room to come closer. BigJim lumbered over to stand next to him, a chunky hand already fumbling down inside his now unbuttoned jeans. This was gonna be perfect, thought the officer. He'd made it known that they would be having a training session after the game, and having kept that nice n short there was plenty of time for this. No other games lined up. They wouldn't be disturbed.

BigJim watched the sight before him, mouth slightly hung open as prickles of excitement spread around his groin in response to his rough hand. Fuckin good sport. He didn't care that it wasn't a woman, not in this place. A mouth was a mouth after all, and the lad certainly deserved knocking down a peg or two. 'Shoulda guessed he was a cocksucker the day he turned up...'

Phil was more than happy to twist the knife. 'Yeah, you can tell just by lookin at him, can't ya?'

'He's gonna get plenty of fuckin practice today, for sure.'

'Yep. Plenty more to come n all.'

'Yeah.' The lazy giant sniggered, amused. He stretched and yawned, then reached down to scratch his bollocks through his jeans. Yeah, this was gonna be entertaining.

Jack pretended he didn't hear any of this, but he had. Plenty more to come. A knot of anxiety was growing in his stomach.

DannyBoy trailed after BigJim, as he often did, his excitement showing from within his boxers at the horny scene now unfolding. In the time he'd been locked up, no-one other than BigJim had had reason to suspect that he swung both ways because he'd been ultra careful. It had left him pretty tense some days, so this release with his team-mates was almost too good to be true. A total fuckin gift.

Skunner kept a bit further back, arms folded and foot-tapping nervously. He enjoyed seeing the cheeky cunt being humiliated, but the sexual stuff would take some getting used to. There was a strange taste of something in his mouth. He just wanted them to give Jack a good kicking, but understood why that wasn't on the agenda. The fearful thought of Sike came to his mind and he uneasily pushed it away.

'Mmmmmm. Feels real good, bitch. You're doin it right...' Harry sensed the silent approval of the small crowd around him, their admiration for his long meat as it went to work. Fuck yeah. Overlaying the reality, he could almost see the figure from his fantasy, on her knees before him. Hair slightly messed up from the struggle. Sexy bitch. Gettin what you deserve. He let his crotch thrust a little more firmly and deeply, the hypnotising motion accentuating the sensation.

Jack moaned lightly in his desperate acceptance of the inevitable, the ritual working its remorseless logic in his confused head. Yeah, he was gonna be their bitch. That's what real men want. He could feel the hot shaft working deeper toward his throat, back n forth real smooth n easy, locked in sync with his natural technique. This shit was really happening. His fate. His own meat twitched down below, despite the fear. Motherfuckin straight dicks gonna do you, gonna feed you... What you deserve, innit? Shouldn't have thought so much about it, should ya? They can tell...

Kev had come round to stand the other side of Harry, leaving the towel behind to stand confidently naked in Jack's peripheral vision. Thoughts of violent domination skittered around his fucked-up mind, and he idly stroked his massive weapon in anticipation. He got a real kick seeing the young lad's mouth plugged full. (Remember? That's what it was like. Yeahhh.) I'm gonna stretch that pretty little mouth of yours, you little cunt. Real fuckin wide.

'Knew he was a fuckin queerboy the first time I saw him...'

It was a long time since the tattooed thug last had his dick sucked. Before getting moved here, he'd screwed a younger cellmate in a fit of horny frustration. Six months inside and he'd been desperate for some head, but the lad had refused point blank to give it, so Kev had had to teach the fucker a hard lesson on how to say yes. Sure, he'd lost some privileges for a while, but it had felt mighty fine slamming it in over and over. The hot rush of revenge, the pleasure building in his oversize weapon, loading the fucker up. He'd do it all over again given the right circumstances.

Radek had drifted over to the wall, a little way back from the action. There was a sickening fascination to the whole thing which made it impossible to turn away, even if he'd been able to. He could feel the tension clamouring in his head and wished it would stop, fighting the urge to run, knowing that was impossible. He knew that he mustn't get involved, but how long would it take? How could he keep out of it if the others insisted? His hands continued to tremble, stuffed out of sight in his pockets.

'Right queerboy, think it's time you got to work on the team here.' Phil nudged BigJim. 'Go on Stanton. Get stuck in.'

Jack felt powerless as he watched Harry pull his sexy meat away and step back to make room for the bulky giant. Numb anticipation filled his young skull. A terrifying rollercoaster ride he couldn't get off. Jack stared at the bulge in BigJim's jeans as the bald-headed giant figure stepped up, chunky fingers fiddling with the top button. Dannyboy and Kev also closed in, with DannyBoy deftly removing his boxers and tossing them behind, taking hold of his firmed up weapon. Yeahhh. Hot face-fuckin action. Let's fuckin go team. Let's fuckin do it.

'Bet you're gettin real excited now, huh? Thinkin bout all these fuckin dicks...' Kev spat on Jack, who flinched slightly, feeling the moisture slide down his neck.

'M'fuckin straight...' Jack muttered the words through gritted teeth, loudly enough to be heard.

Kev stared at him with contempt. He'd built up years of intense loathing for anyone queer, and the accumulated irritation from the footie games made this revenge all the sweeter. Seemed pretty black n white to him. You suck Sike's dick and don't want to be moved... Do you think we're idiots? Ain't no doubt about it, queerboy.

'Yeah right. Change the fuckin record, sunshine. We heard what you been up to every night. With your DAD.' The intent in his voice was unmistakeable.

'Fraid ya secret's out Kenton. You're gonna have some real fun comin your way before the end of this year...' Phil let the statement hang in the air. What's the worst you can imagine, eh? 'Ain't that right, Harry?'

'Yeahhh. Plenty.' Harry's mind was on autopilot, acting out the role he'd kept suppressed for so long. It was OK, the kid deserved it... All part of his prison punishment. The black hole of domination in his mind swallowed any thought of empathy. The ritual had him hooked.

'Ain't had an official prison bitch for some time...' The older officer grinned again.

Jack felt the shame wash through him as he glanced around. How was this happening? And yet seeing the hot meat all around being prepped ready for action was undeniably hypnotic. It's like he said, you're gonna get properly dickfed, ain't cha? All that cum... Tough blokes shootin the juice. There was the dull beat of twisted lust in his skull now. Porn dreams sniffin the wind... He watched in a trance as BigJim's aroused manhood was revealed from the white briefs within, an extensive splurge of blond pubic hair framing it. The heavy nutsack dangled, fresh juice within.

Phil dug a little deeper, ever keen to inflict psychological harm. It made him feel alive. This is how it's done, Sikeman, this is how it's done.

'Think you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you, Kenton? Being the prison bitch. You'll be kept busy alright. Word'll get around quick enough...'

Jack knew he was done for. Gangbang images floated teasingly in his head, terrifying but compulsive. They were gonna screw his face just like they'd screwed hers. Frustrated straight blokes wantin to get their dicks serviced. No women around, so they had to make do with second best. If he tried to resist they'd just fuck him instead. Maybe they would anyway. Fuck. He was dead meat, surely. This was what he deserved for showing off. If only he'd been a bit average at the footie, maybe this would never have happened. Maybe. He shook his head slowly in reply to the brutal officer's question, his senses slipping into slo-mo, drifting down into a world of demons disguised as men. His dad wasn't here to protect him. Phil cuffed him round the head, hard, and the trapped teenager saw stars as he swayed from the blow. His knees and wrists ached.

'You really do need to start telling the truth a bit more often, Kenton. It'll hurt less that way.'

Jack tried to rally his defence once more, his voice slurring slightly as if he were drunk. 'I'm tellin yer, I'm fuckin straight. I don't... wanna...' He felt the hideous shame even denying it, unable to repeat the officer's words. 'Don't wanna do it... Ain't gonna be... that...'

But his attempt was rewarded with sniggers and outright laughter.

'He thinks we're thick, don't he?'

'Straight as a fuckin corkscrew...'

'He fuckin wants it.'

'Trouble is, Kenton, none of us believe yer. And you know why, don't ya?' Phil smirked around. Nods of affirmation.

Radek shifted uncomfortably. If only they knew what he knew. He clenched his jaw tight. Don't say anything. Just. Don't. Say. Anything.

'Yeahhh, we know. And everyone's gonna fuckin know.'

'Lyin little queerboy cunt.'

The insults chipped away at him. The teenager ran his tongue nervously over and around his teeth. In his troubled mind he could see the woman's cum laden lips and multiple penetrations, totally dirty and horny. And now, this intense fantasy was becoming real for him, a dark dream from which he just couldn't wake up. He could see Kev's massive tool just off to the right and, despite his hatred for the man, felt a deep sense of awe that he was soon going to have that sliding in his mouth. Motherfuckin bull dick, ramming his gob full. Fuckin insane... But the thought of gettin fucked, rough n raw... The anxiety in his stomach grew and fear edged further into his bones.

'Go on Stanton, fuckin give it to him.' Phil winked in encouragement.

'Yeah, go on mate, fuckin do it.' Dannyboy couldn't hide his eagerness.

BigJim's semi-hard tool didn't seem quite as long as Harry's, but it was much wider near the base. It hung over his white briefs from the open fly, cut head tight and smooth. The soft muscularity of his bulky, builder's frame led up from the fraying waistband of his light blue jeans, past the hairy bulge of his stomach toward the broad fuzzy expanse of his chest and round face above. A few tattoos on each upper arm. Even in his pit of despair, Jack inevitably found himself making snide comparisons with his dad. You need to work out a bit mate. Get some o that definition back... But there was strength enough there to do plenty of damage, no doubt.

'I ain't had a fuckin blow job for years, kid, so you better make it fuckin good.'

Jack nodded almost absent-mindedly and leaned forward slightly to let his mouth sink on to it. He had to give in to the task. Whatever was said, he would just have to take it. The man had an unexpected sweetness and with a faint shudder of acceptance Jack realised that he liked the taste, just as he did with Harry. A hint of all the cumloads he'd be swallowing later. His straight instincts shivered on the sidelines. He was playing a game he could never win, with no prospect of a final whistle. His young lips worked back and forth, willing pleasure into the man's tool, widening each time he went deep to accommodate the man's girth at the base. The man's meat was quick to respond to the fine sensations and was soon as hard as a rock.

'Awww fuck, that's pretty damn good, kid. You certainly had some practice ain't ya? Heh.'

'Yeahhh.'

'Proper little cocksucker...'

'Plenty o practice with his dad...'

'kin queerboy.'

'Should we make this a regular fixture lads? Every Friday?' BigJim grinned around and Kev gave an evil laugh.

Skunner snorted. Once was enough. But even he was playing with his dick now inside his trackies. He respected his giant cellmate and knew that this wasn't some gay shit. They were just having a laugh, team mates together. Giving out punishment to this fucker who seriously deserved it. He wasn't gonna be left out.

'Yeah. This after match training thing was a fuckin good idea.'

'Little cunt's certainly got some useful skills.'

Dannyboy stared transfixed at BigJim's dick being pleasured, envy needling through his mind. He'd wanted to do that for months and months, but hadn't had the courage or the opportunity to do anything about it. Still, seeing it happen here was fuckin grand. And having the lads all around gettin their meat up. Wow. It was hot as fuck. His mind was on fire and the weapon in his hand swelled to full strength.

Being the lazy sort, BigJim was content to let Jack do the work, and he yawned and idly scratched under one hairy armpit whilst Jack moved back and forth. He groaned in appreciation as Jack hit a particularly good angle and went deep, young tongue stimulating his stiff meat in just the right way. He grunted and muttered his approval.

'Awww shit. That's reeeeeal nice... Fuckin suck it.'

'Yeah, he likes that meat o yours...' Dannyboy grinned at his mate, brown eyes wide with suppressed desire itching to surface.

'Looks like it, dunnit?' BigJim stared down at the teenager going to work on him. 'Proper little cocksucker'

Jack moaned quietly, unable to disagree, the fantasy of submission pinning him down, messing with his head. All these straight motherfucking dicks... He was really doin it.

BigJim turned to Dannyboy. He could see his younger mate was keen. 'Do you wanna go, mate?'

A smile to the big guy. One day... 'Yeah. Sure.'

BigJim pulled out to stand between Kev and Harry, continuing to wank himself. Dannyboy got straight in there before Jack barely had time to take in the sight of what was coming, the wide reddish-purple head of the thick veiny shaft penetrating his waiting lips. More like his dad's dick to look at, just not quite as long. A flood of guilt and shame at the the thought of Sike. Far away and unaware. He'll go totally mental. I've let you down dad. I've fuckin let you down. I'm sorry. Should have fought harder.

'Fuck yeah. Niiiice... Real niiiiice.'

'Good huh?'

'Yeaaahhh.'

Jack gazed at the spread of the naked crotch before him, the dead-straight weapon now working him, the tight nuts and thick dark pubes, the flexing of stomach muscle. Male sex in control; him destined to receive it, to pleasure it. He glanced up. Dannyboy was nearer Harry's age, and similarly handsome if not as square-jawed. He wasn't overly muscular, but fit enough, with a mass of dark chest hair set against his pale skin. He'd always seemed like one of the more chilled out blokes to Jack, but he was certainly keen to take control now, setting his own steady rhythm and holding Jack's head in place while he did. His horned-up gaze bore down.

'Mmmmmm. You fuckin know how to do it right, don't cha, fella. You like having all these dicks to suck, don't you? You fuckin do, I can tell...' Dannyboy was imagining what it must be like to be in Jack's position. You're one seriously lucky fucker, even if you are straight. Make the fuckin most of it... But at the same time he knew with chilling certainty that he wouldn't want to be known as a queerboy in this place. Bad stuff was bound to happen sometime. He'd seen it.

There was something inviting in the man's tone that reminded Jack of the way his dad encouraged him, and he had to stop himself from nodding his agreement. Shit. Don't be so fuckin stupid. That would be a really bad move. He could feel the sting and ache of his scraped knees on the cold hard floor, and shifted position slightly to cope. But still he kept his lips tight and moist, his tongue moving and his throat open as Dannyboy worked his engorged veiny thickness deeper in steady rhythmic thrusts. The numerous sessions with his dad had prepared Jack well, and he didn't gag. Fuckin good for a straight boy, eh? Aghhh.

'He's fuckin gettin it now.'

'Yeeeaaahh. Fuckin is.'

'S'what he wants, innit? Little cocksucker.'

'Yep.'

Phil felt a quiet sense of triumph. His revenge was nearly complete. And it was fuckin horny to boot. You shouldn't have messed with me Sikeman. I was always gonna beat you in the end.

All around him Jack could hear the quiet rhythmic sounds of hands working their meat, and the low appreciative grunts of men tuned in and turned on by the ritual of humiliation they were witnessing. He could see them in the corners of his vision. Raw masculine energy filled the bare grey walled changing room, mingling with the residual odours of sweat and damp. The kneeling teenager stared forward into the thrusting black fuzz, emotionally numb but senses fully heightened. The flavour and smell swirled around his head. The slivers of Dannyboy's juice leaking on to his tongue reminded him of dope, weirdly. It had that strange heaviness to it. What he wouldn't give for a spliff...

'How about you Skunner? Wanna turn?' Phil addressed the short man who had only just lowered his trackies to wank himself openly.

'I guess.' Skunner had no wish to appear keen, but fuck did he did want a blow job. Wished it were a real fuckin bitch though. He slouched over trying not to appear keen, and took the retreating Dannyboy's place, staring down at Jack with aggressive intent.

'Oi cocksucker, look up.'

Despite the insult, Jack looked up at the short wiry figure of the scowling man, and Skunner did exactly what Kev had done previously: spat with force, only this time it was right in the middle of the Jack's forehead. The teenager refused to flinch and kept his face stony, glaring up. He'd never liked Skunner even slightly and wanted more than ever to punch his lights out, but here and now he wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of responding.

'Well, what are you fuckin waitin for?'

Jack looked down, the anger seething under his skin. He breathed a ragged breath in and out. Fuckin tosser. Yer dick's not so big either is it. Mighta guessed you were tryin to make up for something. Explains a lot.

But without warning Skunner took firm hold of the back of Jack's head and thrust his tool in, launching into an energetic jackhammer rhythm that left the young man struggling to keep up with the speed even though it didn't go deep.

'Fuckin cocksucker, yeah. What are ya? Fuckin queerboy. You fuckin like that? Fuckin dick fuckin ya face.'

Skunner was fighting his disgust with barely disguised fury. Still, the warmth of those lips... He narrowed his eyes and let his imagination run wild, slowing down a touch as he did. Her sleek, dark body writhing on the floor beneath him. Nasty hot bitch. Yeah. Imagined her high pitched yelps of delight. Yeahhh. You got the fuckin real thing here, baby... Mmmmm. Gonna fuckin give it to ya now. His fantasy spilled over into mumbled horny aggression.

'Yeah. You want it, bitch. You fuckin want it, don't cha? Gonna do it nasty. Yeahhhh. Fuckin take it.'

Kev eyed Skunner's concentration, mesmerised. Each successive penetration of the cocky youth's face had fired him up a little bit more, giving him twisted kicks as he watched the defeated look in those young eyes. (Remember that? Lookin up... Desperate to please...) This is what you wanted, you queer cunt. His monster dick was swelling and rising, feeling good beneath his spit-slick hand. It'd be his turn soon enough. You just wait, you little fucker. I've got a fuckin monster here. Gonna make you choke.

Phil rubbed his meat through his pocket. He wasn't completely letting his guard down: you never could with this lot. But he could see they were getting off on it. Well, almost everyone... He glanced at the blond Pole by the wall, who seemed frozen like a statue as he watched. Relax, man, he thought, no need to be so uptight. You'll enjoy it. He looked back at the others watching Skunner. They were all transfixed, pleasuring themselves. Yeahhh. You made this happen. You're a fuckin genius. He gestured to Kev.

'Your turn, Newman.'

Jack watched Skunner pull out and tried not to pay attention to the thudding in his chest. He knew what was coming. The crazy thug's fearsome weapon was there before him now, swelling toward perfection, the man's shaved crotch seeming to further emphasise its size. It was at least as thick as his dad's, and looked like it was a bit longer even though it wasn't totally hard yet. He glanced up at the man it belonged to, hatred mixed with a grudging and fearful admiration for his mature muscular physique, the majority of his smooth torso and arms covered in intricate design. Proper geezer. Similar to Sike in some respects, and at least twice Jack's age for sure. Just not quite as hefty as his dad. The bristled face glared down at him.

'Wot you fuckin looking at gayboy? I don't wanna look at your ugly mug.' A firm hand forced Jack's head back downwards. 'Fuckin look at this. Bet it's bigger than ya DAD'S, huh?'

The youth didn't want to give his enemy the satisfaction, even if it was true. He stared at the man's obscene hugeness at close range. Straight motherfuckin bull dick. A shiver in his core.

'Fuckin answer me you little cunt.' Kev followed Phil's example from earlier and viciously thwacked Jack around the head with the flat of his hand. Jack muttered an insult under his breath, suppressed violence coursing through his veins.

'Ask him yerself.'

Predictably, this earned Jack another blow to the head, and set his left ear ringing. He felt a sliver of satisfaction that he'd succeeded in annoying the man. But then Kev took hold of his substantial meat and began to beat the kneeling teenager's face with it.

'You like that? Huh, gayboy? Big fuckin dick bashin ya face.'

Jack gazed forward in a trance, the name-calling stinging, his vision filled with the man's sexual aggression. He remembered their confrontation in the shower and previous near-confrontations out in the yard. He knew by reputation and experience that this tattooed hard man was a bit of a nutjob and best avoided. His dad could probably take him down, but then he felt sure his dad could take anyone down. Still, that was no fuckin help right now. His dad wasn't here.

'Looks tasty, huh? What do you say? How about you give it a lick now.'

A sudden unexpected kick from Phil's boot whacked into Jack's lower back. He jolted and grimaced with the voltage of pain and let out a yelp, stifling the urge to swear at the officer.

'I'd fuckin do what he says, Kenton, if you know what's good for ya. Newman doesn't like people saying no to him. Ain't that right, Newman?'

'Too fuckin right.'

His vision slightly fuzzy at the edges, Jack stared at the thick fleshy cylinder being offered to him, the fat shiny head fully revealed with its gaping piss slit, the large nutsack dangling behind. Loaded up. The veiny weapon had him in target, straight male domination exercising its inevitable power. Despite his deep-seated instinct to resist, he felt the twisted logic of his dark dream of submission telling him to accept. This is just how it is now. How it's gonna be... You've sucked four dicks already... What's the big deal? There was nothing he could do but obey. He leaned forward and let his tongue make contact, licking at the man's sex as instructed, feeling like a dog. Unable to stop himself admiring it. The tang of bittersweet flavour. You fuckin know what that is, don't cha? Yeahhh.

The muscular figure watched the lad below with a mix of contempt and animal hunger, enjoying the sight of his monster tool being respected as it ought to be by the beaten down youth. Another shadow of distant memory clouded his angry mind. Admit it boy. Just fuckin admit it. Pent up anger and desire for physical gratification marched in lockstep, inseparable.

'Like the taste o that big dick, gayboy?'

Jack didn't respond to the provocation, but his mind was on fire with horny submission. He could sense the tension in the tattooed figure ready to explode at any moment - the same way he could sense it in his dad sometimes - and it scared the shit out of him. But, as with his dad, there was something stupidly thrilling about what he was being forced to do, experiencing the straight man's mighty sex and anticipating it entering him. The thought of this had been lurking there at the back of his mind right from the moment Phil had forced him down. This is really fucking happening. Real men doin ya like a bitch. Gonna feed you their loads. Maybe they're gonna fuck you too... He shivered and moaned gently in his dark dream.

'You fuckin want it, don't you? You want it real bad.'

Murmurs of agreement all around.

'Course he fuckin does...'

'Yeahhh.'

'You can see it in is face...'

'Come on, just admit it sunshine. We all fuckin know.'

The teenager's tongue was seeking the spot on the underside of the man's head that always worked when he was sucking his dad. The man's massive prick filled his vision and senses, and raw lust filled the air around his head, taunting him with what was to come. It was gonna fill his gob full... He could sense how the others were admiring the size of it too. Without thinking of the consequences, he gave in to the feeling and nodded, giving a small 'yeah' of acknowledgement.

NOW you admit it, you little shit. Kev snarled. Again, the shards of memory dug into his heart, refusing to settle. This is how it always was, weren't it bruv? How it always was. But that was then... He looked around at Phil, BigJim, Dannyboy and Skunner, giving a thumbs up sign and an evil grin. Most of them nodded back at him in acknowledgement. They'd broken the fucker at last.

'Well Kenton, about time you showed yer true colours. You better open up that pretty little mouth o yours and get to work on Newman here, seeing as you want his meat so much.' Phil was just as keen to see the lad choke as Kev was.

Jack stared along the length of it to the wide spread of the man's crotch, enthralled and hypnotised. Big straight motherfuckin meat ready and waiting. This was it. He licked his lips, opened them and leaned forward to take the shiny head on to his waiting tongue. Fuck yeahhhhh. This is the biggest of the bunch, alright. Feel the size of that... He clamped his lips tight and began to move steadily back and forth, letting his saliva coat it and his tongue feel the shape, the tangy-sweet flavour overpowering his senses. Shit. He was suckin crazy Kev's huge meat at last. He could feel his jaw stretching to accommodate the girth of it, his lips slipping over the man's foreskin and easing it back and forth. He glanced up briefly at the stack of tattooed muscle above. Fuckin hard straight bloke. This is really happening. Fuckin incredible.

'Go on, gayboy. Suck it like a bitch.'

'That's what he wants, innit?'

'Yeah, queerboy. We're watchin ya.'

Harry observed proceedings with a now familiar but still puzzling fascination, lightly stroking his long tool and letting the pleasure flow. The scene was similar to that he'd seen through the cell door after lights out, Kev's age, build and tattoos making him look quite similar to Sike, if not quite as imposing. The sight of the tough inmate feeding his huge dick to the kneeling teenager was compelling to watch. Aggressive mature masculinity forcing the fit young lad to accept the inevitable, to submit to power.

'That's the fuckin way. Yeahhh. Ya big daddy's taught you well, ain't he?'

'Oh yeah, he's been teaching him well, alright... I've seen em at it.'

Kev gave a short unfriendly laugh, but he couldn't argue with the lad's technique. It felt fuckin perfect. In response, his tool had hardened up completely and he found himself engrossed by the sight of it moving in and out of those soft young lips. He remembered his last girlfriend. Great to fuck but she never quite got the hang of a good blow job. One of the things they always ended up arguing about. This lad had the knack, alright... A stab of irrational jealousy. Sike was gettin this every day.

'Fuckin look at that.'

'Little cunt's goin for it...'

'Wants to be a proper bitch.'

'Yep. Sure does.'

Jack could hear what was being said but he was shutting it out. Pleasuring this incredible manhood was what mattered right now, and he was taking it deeper, feeling the head of it slide across his tongue and aiming for his throat. His mind a was a blur of half-formed thoughts and porn images, nothing making sense. A woman getting taken in every hole at once, big dicks givin her the juice. Fuck yeahhhh. He was gonna get to experience that. Straight boy screwed by a gang of rough n tough blokes in prison... Their substitute bitch. Loading up on their cum... Arrrghhhh. It was totally fuckin insane. Why do you fuckin want to experience that? His dick pulsed with blood in his shorts, the debased fantasy stimulating him without him needing to touch himself.

The aggressive thug took hold of Jack's head and began to control the movement, keeping his strokes long and steady. You wanna be a bitch, huh, gayboy? Well let me show you just how it's done. I'm a fuckin pro, me. He felt the power in his body and admired the sight of his mighty meat in action, receiving the slick attention of the lad's mouth in waves of pleasurable stimulation. Hmmmm. It had been so long... This was pretty damned fine. He tilted Jack's head so that their eyes met and paused for a moment.

'You really fuckin scored now, huh, gayboy?' The man grinned at his own humour. 'Haha. Bet you dint realise this was comin when you checked it out in the shower...'

Jack, mouth stuffed wide, saw the hard unfriendly grin above and remembered the earlier confrontation. He took in the man's rough features, the bristling unshaved face, thick neck as wide as his head, the muscular arms and firm expanse of chest, thoroughly inked with dark patterns, symbols and a large snake down one side. He could see the name Amy in big elaborate letters on the man's upper left arm. Hate and admiration knotted up in his confused mind and the tangy-sweet flavour lingered, making his mouth water in anticipation of the load lurking in those hefty nuts. Imagine it shooting... Adrenaline rush. Heart thumpin. What was happening was amazing and he couldn't pretend otherwise. He nodded.

'You like having this big straight dick fuckin ya face, huh?'

The man delivered his words with aggressive intent. Porn dreams sniffing the wind for something violent they could do... Jack could feel the heavy weight of it right there in his mouth. It was really fucking happening. He nodded again.

Kev clenched his fists. Part of him wanted to smash the lad's face in. To smash that memory to pieces. 'Yeah, course you do. You just keep suckin like a bitch on heat. We're gonna make your wildest dreams come true, queerboy... Ain't that right, lads?'

There were murmurs and grunts of agreement all round. Skunner spat on the ground. Phil again glanced at Radek, who hadn't moved. Ah well, there was always one. We'll get to him. Meanwhile, he had another knife to dig.

'Guess what Kenton... When Sike gets moved on there'll be plenty of opportunities for a talented little cocksucker like you. You'll be in demand alright.'

Jack felt a sudden wave of terror wash through his horny submission. What the fuck? When Sike gets moved on? No no no no no... You're fucking making that up, mate. That can't be true. Can't be. Could it?

Kev roughly pushed Jack's head down to face his tackle again and resumed his facefucking motion with determination. Pleasure gripped his mind, but also the instinctive desire to do damage. Making up for lost time... Reliving... The kid was gonna get it good. He was taking long deep strokes, bringing the fat firm head of his weapon right back to the lad's lips each time, before plunging it remorselessly back in.

'He's really fuckin gettin it now.' BigJim couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Surely the lad was gonna choke on that thing?

'Fuckin takin it too.' Dannyboy was in awe. He felt the stiffness surge in his grip as he watched the handsome youth attempt to deal with the invading monster. Had to be one of the horniest sights he'd ever seen.

Skunner grunted. He was jealous of Kev's size and felt inadequate by comparison. But he respected the man nonetheless. Not someone you ever wanted to cross. Much like Sike. A bad feeling rose in his gut. What if he finds out about this? He'd heard some very bad things... Shit. Don't think about him, man.

Jack was in torment, still reeling from Phil's casual bombshell, but having to deal with the reality in front of him. Big, big fuckin dick. Doin me face. Tough straight blokes in control... Fuck... He could hear their grunts and mutterings of approval, their frustrated longings being released by this humiliating ritual. This was the terrifying reality of it. Gayboy. Queerboy. Aggghhhhhhh. The anxiety continued to knot up in his gut, even as the man's awesome thickness forcefed him its unstoppable arousal. In and out, over and over. Hypnotic and powerful. Wouldn't take long for word to get around alright. His heart sank. Life wouldn't be worth living. He sucked for all he was worth.

The muscular figure groaned with pleasure. 'Mmmmm. Yeahhh. That's the way. Feels fuckin good, bitch.'

The tormented lad could feel the pressure and speed increasing, and with his head held firm by the man's strong hands there was no escape, his own hands still cuffed behind him. He tried to do exactly what he would do to take his dad in one of his particularly aggressive moods, and it worked up to a point, but Kev's huge meat was just that little bit bigger. He stared wide-eyed and desperate at the massive tool as it plunged in again and again. His crazed thoughts circled round in a whirl of darkening confusion. You wanted this. You fuckin wanted this. Yeahhhhh.... Feel the fuckin size of it... Tough straight bloke doin you like a sexy bitch... Fuckin deserve it, don't cha... Fuckin hell... S'too much... Too much... Nnnnghhhhhhhh... He suddenly gagged and spluttered.

Kev and Phil both laughed. BigJim grinned. This was good sport.

'Fuckin give it to im...'

'Yeah, you show him Kev'

'Come on you gay cunt, you fuckin wanted it.' Kev brutally shoved his hard missile back in, making the youth's eyes water again as he tried and failed to relax and receive. The dangerous thug was enjoying seeing the little fucker struggle to cope. 'Not so full of yerself now, are ya? Full of this though, ain'tcha.' He laughed.

In a daze, struggling to breathe, Jack watched the man attacking him with his sexy weapon. Fear and awe zipped around his skull, and he glanced up again briefly from the pumping groin to take in the swathe of tattooed torso above, the shadow of the man's strong arms as they held him firmly in place. So much like his dad... Except... His dad cared about him. His dad was gonna look after him. An intense feeling of empty horned-up despair gripped his head and he spluttered and choked once more as Kev drove his near ten inches as deep as he could, bringing the teenager's face right in toward his sweaty crotch. He held it there as Jack panicked and moaned wordlessly for mercy, unable to breathe properly, gag reflex trying to kick in. Young eyes wide, face turning red, the heady smell of the man's crotch overpowering him.

'Mmmm. That feels fuckin nice. You got my whole dick in there, gayboy. Fuckin big, innit?'

Kev was getting the sadistic satisfaction he'd craved, amplified by the grunts of approval around him. Team-mates together inflicting some sweet torture. Yeahhhh. He looked down at his victim, revelling in the sight of the cocky teenager impaled and growing frantic. This is what you fuckin wanted, queerboy... Realising the lad was probably about to pass out eased the pressure and withdrew. Jack gasped for breath, head swimming, jaw aching. His unsteady vision saw the monstrous tackle there at close range, fully aroused and dangerous, the man's chunky legs planted either side. In his peripheral vision he could see some of the others standing around, still stroking themselves, enjoying the punishment they were witnessing. It wasn't over by a long shot. Motherfuckin straight dicks in charge... He felt weak and trapped. A rat in a cage.

Phil gave Jack another well-judged kick in his side, which sent another arc of pain jolting through the lad's body. 'Stand up Kenton.' He motioned to Harry. 'Let's take these off him now, he ain't goin anywhere.'

The lad stood up unsteadily, coming face to face with the glowering face of Kev. He visibly recoiled and looked away. He felt Harry undo the cuffs and looked around the changing room nervously, the unforgiving fluorescent light illuminating the familiar room, now his torture chamber. The door was too far away and would probably be locked anyway. There really was no escape. He rubbed at the marks on his wrists, wondering why he'd been released.

The answer came immediately. Phil viciously shoved him toward the nearest of the benches in the middle of the changing room and he stumbled forward, falling heavily on to the bench with outstretched arms, his head narrowly missing the row of hooks above

'Right, Kenton, get yer kit off. NOW.'

The teenager turned and sat on the bench, trying to calm himself. He knew what was coming. He'd known all along. The team were all watching him, Dannyboy and Kev proudly naked, BigJim and Skunner bare-chested, The other guy - Roddick or whatever his name was - he could see out of the corner of his eye. He was just doing nothing at all. Strange. Unlike Harry, Phil didn't have his dick out, which also seemed odd... But there was no time to ponder.

'Get a fuckin move on queerboy, we ain't got all day.' Phil snarled the instruction, conscious of the time. 20 minutes more was probably all he could safely assume.

The frightened lad's heart thumped. Adrenaline kick. Without saying a word he took off his T-shirt, footie shorts and socks, pushing them to one side. He was proud enough of his developing physique, but he felt more exposed and vulnerable with his kit off for sure. These men were not just all older than him, they were stronger than him too. Even Skunner.

'And those.' Phil gestured at the boxers.

Jack gritted his teeth and, stonyfaced, did as he was told. He better not get any kind of fucking hard on now. That would be more damning than anything.

'Get up and kneel on the bench, facing this way.' The youth stared at him, hate and fear vying for the upper hand. You're gonna die, mate. 'Fucking. Do it.' Reluctant compliance. Porn dreams sniffing the wind...

The burly uniformed figure strode round behind Jack, out of his field of vision. Again the sense of not knowing what was coming. A rough hand pressed down on his neck. Sniffing the wind for something violent they could do...

'Crouch down. You've got more sucking to do, queerboy.' Phil looked over at the silent blond figure standing by the wall. 'Come on, about time you got stuck in, eh? You're a team player, ain'tcha?'

Radek looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He'd been starting to think he might get away with just watching. The clear instruction on the scrawled note flashed across his mind. Don't join in. I might spare you... He was stuck between two terrible outcomes and he felt the tension clamouring ever more loudly in his head.

'Er.... Please no. Not for me. I just watch.'

Phil gave him a look of warning. You should watch yourself. You're asking for trouble... Kev was more to the point.

'Oi, Radish. Do what he says. It's a team effort, not a fuckin spectator sport.'

Radek felt a bolt of annoyance slice through the tension. Kev was the only one who ever used that nickname having made it up himself ('Yer Polish, yer name's Radek, that makes you a Radish... Hahaha...'). Idiot.

'Is not my thing, yes?'

Kev was furious. 'It ain't my fuckin - thing - either, you Polish cunt. It's a fuckin punishment.' He paused. 'You sayin I'm queer?'

Before Radek had a chance to respond, Kev marched over and grabbed the tall blond man by the throat, naked fury unleashed.

Radek tried to push Kev away, but the angry tattooed muscle man was too strong for him. He was pinned up against the wall, feet slightly off the floor. he couldn't breathe.

'Come on cunt. ANSWER ME.' The man's angry shout reverberated from the bare walls.

Phil intervened. This was entertaining, but a distraction, and there wasn't time for distractions. In the commotion Harry had quickly tucked his meat away ready to pounce also. They both pulled Kev off, who let them but continued to look daggers at Radek. His broad tattooed chest heaved with suppressed violence and effort.

'Easy does it, Newman. You can argue this out another time, the two of ya. Not now. There's a job to do.' Phil gave the recovering Radek - who was rubbing his neck and swallowing painfully - a dismissive look. 'You just fuckin watch if that's what turns you on.'

Jack had knelt back up, unsure if this was gonna change anything. Seemed he had an ally... It was soon clear it wasn't going to make any difference as Phil was back behind him and forcing his head roughly down once more.

'Thought I told you to keep down, queerboy. If you wanna be the prison bitch you're gonna have to learn to do what yer told.' He gestured at the others. 'Let's feed him some juice, eh? He likes getting it from his dad.'

Dannyboy and Kev both advanced on Jack, working the hardness back into their dicks after the interruption. The two masculine figures soon filled Jack's vision entirely and the strange trance-like effect of the humiliation ritual once more took him by the scruff of the neck, their pumping fists at eye level. Rough n tough cons, banged up and seeking release from their frustration, his fate to receive... The dark and dirty gangbang dream, addictive in its terrifying intensity. You wanted this, didn't you? Admit it, Jack... Admit... Big straight dicks feeding you...

'Hey gayboy, which one do you want first?' Buzzing from his violent outburst, Kev was bursting with macho nonchalance. He had the biggest fuckin dick here. No-one messed with him. The cocky little cunt was gonna get done good n proper.

Jack stared, mind on autopilot, unable to see above the men's chests because of the angle of his position. He still wanted to protest, to make it clear that he really was straight, that all this was only being done under duress, but nothing made sense any more. Everything he thought he was had been turned upside down in barely a month. He was seriously, seriously fucked up.

'Can't fuckin decide, huh? Kev paused and looked at Phil opposite. The officer was wearing a sly grin and nodded slowly at him. He approved of the psychological bullying.

'You better have both then...' Kev glanced at Dannyboy and grinned. 'Come on mate, let's see how big his gob really is.'

Dannyboy needed no encouragement. Yeah, this was right fuckin horny... He pressed forward, the bulging red-purple head of his veiny length pushing up at one side of the lad's mouth to meet Kev's even more substantial meat doing the same. The two dicks jostled for entry.

The sight and smell overwhelmed the prone teenager, and Jack could only succumb to the masculine virility being forced into his face. His hands pressed down on the edge of the bench for support, the wood digging into his shins. He opened his mouth in dumb readiness. He knew deep down there was no way they could both fit right in - it had been a fair stretch to take Kev's thickness alone - but logic wasn't the game here. This was a pure fantasy of domination being brutally enacted. His tongue reached out to make contact. The porn image there in his head... Her cum covered lips... Yeah... It was all real... A hand reached down and dug two chunky fingers inside the side of his mouth, pulling insistently.

'Open that gob wider, cocksucker. Come on.'

Fearfully attempting to comply, Jack opened his jaw as wide as it would go. The two weapons pressed in against each other and the shiny heads squeezed in, one on top of the other. The shadow and heat of the two men's bodies enclosed his face, their scents and tastes entwining. Jack felt his dick pulse with guilty excitement, thankfully hidden. The hand moved under his chin to keep his head up; another kept the back of his head from pulling away. Locked in position. Kev's spit landed on his face once more.

'Yeahhh. You're gettin two for the price of one ere, gayboy. Aren't you the lucky one?'

'Yeah. Might have to dislocate his fuckin jaw to get em all in tho.'

Jack moaned, mind in submissive horny overload at what was happening, but increasingly afraid of where it was going. He could feel a rough hand on his behind now. Shit. He remembered getting done both ends over the desk in the interrogation room. Was that Phil behind him? He felt a twinge of disgust at the thought. But porn images in his head once again teased him with their impossible promises. Gang of rough straight blokes doin ya... Incredible, innit? He moaned again, the ache in his jaw intensifying. You wanted this. Agghhhhhh... I was just thinkin about it. Didn't really want it to happen...

Dannyboy stared down in a haze of desire. He could see and feel Kev's powerful meat pressed against his, their bodies pressed in close together as they inflicted their joint attack on the cute youth with his dark buzz-cut hair. What was he? 19? 20? Had to be that at least to be in this place, but didn't fuckin look it though. Looked a few years younger. Only the faint shadow of shaved hair above his lip. He certainly looked and acted straight too, for all Kev's taunts. Maybe he really was. Made it all the fuckin hornier. Straight boy bein forced to take it. Heh. This must be a wild fuckin ride for him... As for that tough geezer Sike doin it to him. Mmmm. Fuck yeahhhh... He'd pay good money to be a fly on the wall in that cell.

The others - Radek excepted - were crowding round now, watching the assault and stroking themselves, the intensity in the room rising. The cocky lad getting what he deserved. BigJim was lazily nodding his simple brutish approval, one hand holding on to the rack of hooks, Skunner watching Phil getting his tackle out and realising with a jolt that the officer was gonna fuck the little cunt. Urrghhh. No way he was gonna risk getting his tool dirty, but if it made the fucker hurt then it'd be worth seeing the agony on his face.

Harry had relaxed again after Kev's outburst and had brought his smooth length out once more. Something in his head was telling him that this was well beyond the boundaries of acceptable punishment, but the long-denied fantasy of domination was a runaway train now. They were all in it together. There was no stopping it.

Phil had his fat stubby meat hard and ready for action already, and he spat copiously on his hand to lubricate it.

'Right queerboy, we know how much you like gettin fucked by yer dad, so you're gonna enjoy what's comin.'

He gripped the lad's young flesh, eyeing the smooth and lean torso bent over before him. Perfect. Lust and blood filled his head and he spat carefully over the lad's crack, a moment later intercepting the moisture with his tool as he sought out the opening. He gave a deep satisfied grunt as his fat stiffness found it's target and began to work itself inside the tight ring of muscle. Yeahhh. He'd been seriously looking forward to this. The lad gave a loud moan in response, which only further fired up his sadistic pleasure.

'Got something you want to say, Kenton?' Phil motioned to Dannyboy and Kev to free up the young man's mouth a moment.

The teenager gulped air and swallowed, still transfixed by the awesome sight before him, but feeling the friction as the hated officer's hard flesh stretched his hole. He was trying to relax his body to accept the cold-hearted assault and suddenly the thought of Sike and his promises for the future filled him with an ache of longing. Please dad. Fuckin help me...

'I'm... nnnnnghhhh.... fckn straight.' His voice was shaky and cracked.

Snorts and mocking laughter surrounded him.

'Right you are, son. And Elvis is in the cell next door.'

More sniggers.

'That what you tell Sike every night, huh?'

'He's a fuckin lyin little cunt, that's what he is...' Kev grabbed the lad's chin and yanked it upwards to lock his severe gaze with the scared but defiant expression below. 'Ain't cha? Lyin little cunt.' The muscular tattooed man slapped his monster dick on the lad's stupefied face. 'You said you liked this meat o mine. We all fuckin heard ya.'

The tension was rising. Jack could feel the steady rhythmic thrusting of the officer behind him, the press of uniform on his skin. The slow burn getting more insistent. The obscenely massive tool was in his face, taunting him. Real men gonna do ya... He tried to shake his head despite the tight grip.

'Don't wannit...'

'Better learn to want it, Kenton. When Sike gets moved, think I might be makin a recommendation for where to put you...' Phil grinned, callous malice seeping from every pore. Find the weakness and push at it. Works every time.

Kev wasn't sure what to make of this. The idea of Sike going anywhere soon seemed improbable - the fucker was part of the furniture - and anyway, he only wanted to let off steam like this every now and again, not have the kid under his feet every night. He didn't need any more GBH on his ticket either... But seeing the lad flinch at the officer's words he figured he'd play along for a laugh.

'Hear that queerboy. Bet you can't wait, huh? You n me sharin a cell... You'd get to see this motherfuckin dick o mine every day. That'd turn you on, wouldn't it?' He sniffed loudly and dragged his hard sex across the young lips. 'I'd fuckin punch ya lights out if you tried any o that dad son shit with me tho. But I might let ya suck it when I'm bored.' He spat once more into the lad's face. 'And then I'd fuckin beat you up.'

Jack felt the spit running down his cheek as he stared past the huge meat up the man's broad frame, trying not to show any emotion. A terrible future was taking shape which he'd not remotely considered, and it felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to his fragile dreams. For all the fearful respect he'd learned double quick for Sike, he knew now that the temperamental tough guy wanted to look after him, to protect him, to be his dad for real. And that felt so unbelievably good. In a world of previous false promises and broken trust he'd suddenly found something true... This crazy fucker just wanted to destroy him. He tried to refuse the hardness pressing now against his lips, demanding entry.

'The little cunt's got spirit.'

'Sure has.'

'He's askin for trouble.' Dannyboy felt a twinge of sympathy for the lad, but the weight of delayed lust meant he wanted to see the sexy spit-roast resume more than anything else right now. Cute straight lad takin it. Fuck yeahhh. His hand moved faster, the warm glow of pleasure spreading all around from his crotch. Cum was gonna flow soon...

Something snapped in Kev's mind, the shadow memories shifting and taunting. A noose around his neck. You don't say no, kid. You don't say no... He thwacked Jack hard on the side of his head with his free hand whilst simultaneously tightening the grip around the smooth young chin like a vice. 'Open the fuck up, or else.'

His ear ringing from the vicious blow, and the grip hurting his jaw, the teenager's will crumbled. He looked along the man's stiff weapon as it slid purposefully inside, the tangy-sweet flavour again assailing his senses. Oh shit. Oh fuck. His thoughts raced, infused by porn images. Her submission to the gang of evil straight blokes. This is what it's like. You're gettin it both ends, ain'tcha. Pumping fists either side of him, loaded nutsacks swinging, deep grunts of satisfaction. Masculine desire in full flow. Fuck. The seconds were ticking by and by, but time seemed suspended. The end felt like it would never arrive. Kev's incredible length slid in and out, steady and relentless, pushing at his throat with each smooth powerful stroke. He felt the sweaty heat of the man's crotch on his face. Hate fed into his twisted submissive lust. Pussy-starved geezer dick doin him like a bitch... Fuck yeah... Can't fight it. Prison rules. How it has to be. Despite

the pain and blurry vision, Jack felt his own dick twitch involuntarily. He hoped against hope no one could see.

'Yeahhhh. Look at that. He's fuckin gettin it now.'

'Just what he fuckin deserves.'

'Suck on it gayboy. .'

BigJim had worked up the speed on his meat now, the soft-edged muscle of his pecs and arms shaking slightly with the movement. The lad's total humiliation had fired him up some. He could see the agony and disbelief in the lad's glazed eyes. Now you know, huh? Fuckin cocksucker. Not so cocky anymore, are ya? Heh.

Phil eyed the size of Kev's massive weapon ploughing away, a pang of jealousy in his bones. There was something else he wanted to see. 'Oi Newman, fancy comin round this side? Think Kenton might appreciate the, er, full benefit of yer expertise.' The others mumbled their approval. They wanted to see it too.

The tattooed man paused and looked up, fixing his dead-eyed stare on the burly officer just under the line of hooks. He preferred watching the lad gagging on his big tool and seeing the desperate look in those young eyes (like it used to be... gotta learn to take it deep, bruv, yeahhhhhhh, that's the way... fuuuuckin good...), but at the same time he appreciated the brutality he could inflict the other end. He remembered just what a punishing effect he'd had last time, his young cellmate writhing and moaning in agony beneath him. (You'll fuckin say yes next time won't you, you little cunt? Shame he'd not had the chance to find out...)

'Yeahhh. Why the fuck not? .'

Jack watched as the huge dick withdrew and the muscular figure walked away. His shins ached from the hardness of kneeling on the bench and he tried to shift position slightly. The knowledge of what was coming made him shiver. His dad's dick was almost as big, but then his dad used massage oil and tended to get things goin nice n slow, even if he did then get rougher. He knew how to make it feel good. Knew how to look after his son... And of course Jack wanted so much to satisfy him, especially when he was a bit drunk. Fuckin hell dad. Where are you? I fuckin need you.

His troubled thoughts were interrupted by Dannyboy.

'Come on you lot, let's feed this fucker some juice. I'm gettin close.'

The man's pumping fist was there in Jack's face all of a sudden, the shiny wide reddish-purple head ready for him. He opened his mouth to admit the intruder and began the sucking ritual once more, the pumping fist moving to the back of his head to hold him steady, the promise of an imminent load sending sparks round his skull as he gazed along the veiny rod of steely flesh into the darkness of the pubes at its base. He felt the hated officer's dick slide out of his rear and another hot weapon pressing in. Fuck.

'Here you fuckin go, sunshine. You're gonna feel this, I promise yer that.' Kev spat on to the head of his dick as it rested in the lad's crack. He rubbed the fluid up and down with the head of his meat and spat again to repeat the process. Then he pulled apart the cheeks slightly to see where he was aiming and pushed inexorably forward.

The small crowd of men all watched in fascinated awe at the powerful sight of the man's mature thickness taking control of the lad's hole, the hardnut going into fuck mode. Jack felt his tender ring of muscle being opened up again and moaned as the monster began to work in. This was extreme...

'Shit, he's gettin it now.'

'That's the real fuckin deal.'

'Yeah, he's gonna fuckin feel that.'

'You enjoyin that, Kenton?'

Mouth plugged with Dannyboy's stiff meat, the lad moaned again in response to Harry's question. The younger officer gazed enthralled, remembering his first time in the interrogation room and how the power trip had intertwined with his straight rape fantasy to make something so brutal and addictive. So real. He wondered if Kev was gonna take the same path as Sike. Anything could happen in this place, it seemed. No women around. Gotta get yer kicks somehow, eh mate?

'Fuck yeah. You're one tight bitch, aren't ya? I'm gonna have to fuckin loosen you up.' Kev gripped the lad's waist, digging his fingernails in. He drew his meat back a touch and then pushed in deeper, eliciting yet another load moan from his victim. He groaned as the warm tightness enveloped more of his hot hard weapon. Deep guttural pleasure echoed by those watching the captivating sight.

'Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh...'

That felt fuckin good. He knew he was being watched by the others, and didn't intend to disappoint. He drew right out again to appreciate the sight of his glistening tool readying to attack. You're fuckin well-hung man... Just like ya brother was. Fuck yeahhhh. Gonna make you fuckin feel it, kid. He slid his monster shaft back in and began to establish his steady animal rhythm, tattooed stomach muscle flexing, heavy nuts swinging. So good. He tensed his upper torso and arms, gripping the lad's waist harder.

'You likin this, gayboy? You like bein a bitch?' A moan from below. 'Yeah. Gettin your pussy loosened up by a real man now, int yer? Big motherfuckin dick's gonna sort you out...'

Dannyboy was watching all this as his own engorged shaft worked the trapped teenager's mouth. Kev's dirty talk and the pleasure of seeing his huge meat going to work was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Total horny overload. He looked down at the handsome young face, sexy eyes wide in disbelief, his own thick veiny tool sliding so beautifully in and out... Yeeeaaahhh. We're spit-roastin ya, straight boy. Doesn't get better than this. You got so many loads comin your way...

'Ughhhhhh. Yeahhhh. Fuckin suck on it. Gonna start pumpin.'

A chorus of approving murmurs all around. They all knew the ritual demanded this humiliation. Jack kept his lips clamped on the hard flesh, tongue running along the underside as it slid back and forth Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He gripped the edge of the bench, staring wildly at the vision of male domination before him, the man's straight meat about to give him the first load. The hint of dope was still in the taste there, still intoxicating. The friction in his hole was intensifying as the violent muscle man drove in his massive bull-dick, his strokes getting deeper all the time. Porn dreams and crazed thoughts rushed and tumbled... Nnnnnghhhhh... Really... fuckin... happening... fuckin... insane... He moaned again, overwhelmed.

Dannyboy saw the wide-eyed lost look on the lad's face and imagined again what it must be like. Straight boy submitting to the team. Getting done both ends. Hard n raw. Real blokes in action. Fuck yeah. It was too good. It was all too good. His breath quickened and he felt himself crossing the line, hairy nuts tightening and the intense rush of ecstasy overtaking him.

'Fuck. I'm comin. I'm fuckin comin. Nnnnnnghhh. Nnnnnnnnnnghhhhh.'

Jack felt the hand on his head grip harder and heard the man's impassioned groan. The gangbang fantasy ruthlessly took hold once more in his confused head. Gettin fucked and fed by a bunch of tough straight inmates... Their substitute bitch. The thick veiny length seemed to swell to super-hardness, then moments later began to shoot ropes of creamy juice as everything went slo-mo. Oh maaaaan. Oh fuuuuuck. He groaned in acceptance.

'Ahhh, fuck yeahhh. Fuckin taste it.' Dannyboy stared, face flushed, basking in the glow, his motion easing as the load continued to flow.

The buzzing taste was familiar to Jack, but subtly different. Less sweet. Not really salty, just intense, like it was extra concentrated or something. He felt the shape of the pulsing head with his tongue, the cum coating it and collecting in his mouth. He stared at the spread of the man's dark crotch hair, mind swimming in a sea of submissive madness. You're fuckin straight, Jack, remember? Remember? He felt the sickening lurch of degradation there deep in his gut. Can't stop it happenin. Tough blokes in charge... No choice...

BigJim watched the double dick action in awe, the cocky lad getting some rough prison justice. Learning to take it like a bitch. Heh. Good sport. His team-mate's climax had given him a real momentum kick and his hand moved faster.

'Yeahhhh. How'd you like the taste o that, gayboy? As good as ya dad's?' Kev twisted the knife, a passionate aggression taking hold. The old memories lurked, being renewed and revitalised, sparking his imagination as he watched Jack being made to take Dannyboy's load.

The tattooed man's voice filled Jack with fear, reminding him that they all knew what was going on. At least they didn't know that about the gangbang porn and where his fevered imagination had led him before today... But fuck it, it was just his way of trying to face the terrible reality Phil had promised. It wasn't like the stuff with his dad. That was different. That was fuckin special. His dad was gonna look after him, and he was gonna look after his dad. That was the deal... This was just a punishment. And yeah, he probably deserved it. Got too cocky with ya team-mates, dintcha? He could feel the tattooed thug's awesome hard meat filling his hole, the burning sensation growing ever more impossible to ignore. Gettin fucked, intcha. Nnnnghhhhh. Motherfuckin straight dick in control. Aghhhhhhh. What you deserve... Fuck...

'He's a good little cocksucker. Course he fuckin likes it.' BigJim laughed and continued to work his tool. There'd be more soon enough.

Kev was enjoying the display too, even as he continued his driving assault. Total humiliation, just the way it should be... You're getting well n truly fucked, kiddo. You're never gonna give us any fuckin cheek again, are ya? Reckon you shouldn't show ya face in here again. He felt the buzz of lust and power as they fed off one another, and admired his own muscular physique, his mighty dick a sexual weapon. Yeahhhh.

'Better give him some more then, eh lads?' Phil again felt the surge of triumph. Ha. Sweet, sweet revenge. You lose, Sikeman. I'm breaking your prized possession. And everyone's gonna know about it.

'Well I'm nearly ready to shoot...' BigJim stepped forward, a casual hand on Dannyboy's shoulder, his right hand still working his stiff tool. Dannyboy turned to his big mate with a wide grin, a glazed look of ecstasy in his eyes.

'Yeah mate, he's all yours. Fuckin give him another mouthful.'

He took hold of his sated tool and slowly removed it from the lad's mouth, squeezing out the last of his juice so that it dribbled on to the still open lips. Fuckin hot. 'There you go...' He stepped back.

Jack hadn't yet swallowed the load in his mouth. He was in too much of a daze. He ran his juice coated tongue absent-mindedly over his lower lip, looking upwards as the giant figure of BigJim took Dannyboy's place. Bent forward, the youth was unable to see above the man's vast torso and the greying fuzz on his chest. While not as overtly aggressive as some of the others in the room, the man's soft-edged muscle bulk still imposed authority by virtue of his size. With the pummelling he was taking from Kev, Jack felt as if he was about to be crushed between two walls of masculinity. The intensity of the experience gripped him, just as his white-knuckled hands gripped the edge of the bench. Prison bitch... Gettin dickfed... Fuck...

'Ready for some more, queerboy?'

The lad felt the small nod he gave without thinking. Out of control.

'Yeah, course you are. You start suckin, I'll start pumpin.'

The lazy giant watched with satisfaction as he drew his hand away and nudged forward until his tool was enveloped by the soft lips below and caressed by the waiting tongue. The hot mouth workin it. Mmmm. Fuckin feel that. He closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and let his imagination search out a favourite wank fantasy... Him sprawled on the chair in the hotel room, the girl he picked up kneeling at his feet, long blonde hair, perfect skin, petite but with decent sized tits, wide eyes staring up at him in delight, mouth working his meat. Fuckin beautiful. Wanting to please. You want me to shoot, baby? She's moaning in pleasure. Yes... Yeeeessss... Taking it faster. Oh yeah, she wants it. Knows how to make it feel right. Oh yeah. It's comin, baby. It's comin. S'gonna taste real good...

The trapped lad on the bench moaned more regularly now in anticipation and pain, unaware of how it was feeding into the man's fantasy. He'd let the hard pale flesh into his cum-filled mouth and begun working it with all the technique he could manage, feeling his jaw stretch with each push to the base, saliva mixing with Dannyboy's load to provide the perfect lubrication. Some of that juice slipped down his throat with an involuntary swallow. Goin down deep. Oh man. Plenty more to come yet... Fuck... He stared at the straight meat he was servicing, neck aching slightly from the tilt, urging the pleasure into it. Fuckin shoot, man. Shoot ya fuckin load. I can take it. He felt Kev's grip get tighter and heard the man spit on his behind, the huge meat drawing almost out before plunging back in, the muscle man's muttered lust.

'Fuckin gayboy. Fuckin gayboy bitch. Fuckin take it...'

Jack moaned again, the burning pain feeding into his crazed and twisted pleasure, thoughts scattering into insanity. Shit... Fuckin rough... Fuckin rough geezer doin him... He sucked ever more tightly on BigJim's meat, willing it to happen. It was what he deserved. What he had to take. The hint of sweetness getting stronger. The hardness. Yeah. Shoot it. Fuckin shoot it.

'Awwwwwwww fuck yeah. That's it, baby. Keep suckin. Reeeeal fuckin niiiiice....' The giant opened his eyes and looked down to witness the glorious moment. 'It's comin... It's comin... Keep suckin... Gonna pump it... Uuuuuurgggghhhh.' He clenched his fists and his body shuddered with pleasure, the rush from his nuts underway. Perfect. Shootin his load into a hot young bitch's mouth. Yeahhhhhhhhhhh.

Jack moaned in submissive acceptance as he heard the man's climax, and he sucked the straight meat in a daze of sexual hunger and torment. The man's vast load spilled out on to his waiting tongue to mingle with the cum that was still left there and he slowed his rhythm as the anticipated moment stretched out, his mouth beginning to fill up with the buzzing sweetness. The two flavours combining... Fuckin crazy. The intensity of the situation gripped his fevered mind. No way out. Gettin banged good n proper, intcha. Like that dirty bitch in the porn mag. Aaarrgggghhhh.

'Awww, fuck that was good. That was the fuckin business. Well worth waitin for.'

BigJim grinned to Dannyboy who was standing to one side idly playing with his meat. The younger man nodded and grinned back.

'Yeah, he's a talented little cocksucker alright.'

Harry sniggered and Phil leered from across the bench.

'Make sure you swallow it all down Kenton. You'll be fuckin lickin it off the floor otherwise.'

The lad, savouring the last of the tasty load from the firm head, groaned at the warning from the hated officer. Another wave of shame and anger, a pounding desire to kill the man, the kernel of fear growing, wondering where this was all leading. But the brutal power had him hooked, the image fixed in his head of the woman gettin done. Tough straight blokes doin it to ya, Jack... This is what it's like... Gob full of fuckin cum. He could feel Kev's massive meat working his burning hole, pace increasing. He gulped down some of the accumulated juice and felt it sliding way down, down, down. Emotional numbness froze his heart. BigJim pulled his sated tool away and the teenager stared, not able to focus fully. Sorry dad. Really fuckin sorry.

Kev stared down at the prone youth, his vicious nature completely in its element now. His monster dick was in total control. He gripped the lad's lean muscled torso with his powerful hands .'Oi gayboy, you enjoyin gettin fucked by this? Bet you fuckin are... Big dick screwin yer like a horny bitch.' His angry face was a grimace of concentration.

Couldn't say yes, couldn't say no. Jack moaned and gazed around at the figures standing there in his darkening dream, male crotches at eye level, two sets of nuts drained, two more dicks being made ready. Rough sexual domination. Prison rules... It was all too much... He felt Kev's huge weapon pushing deep and the man leaned forward as he did and thwacked his victim round the head. The youth reeled from the unexpected blow and stars shot around his skull, the crushing violence of the man pushing him deeper into the darkness of his horny despair.

'Come on. Are you gonna fuckin answer me or what?'

'Well Kenton? You don't wanna upset Newman. He might start gettin rough if you don't show some appreciation.'

The intimidation seeped into Jack's bones and he felt the hopelessness of the fight. It was already rough enough. They had him. There was no way out. Mustn't fuckin give in tho... What would me dad say?

'It's... It's real... Fuckin big... Fuckin big dick... FUCKIN HURTS.' His voice was strained and tight. He could barely speak. Snorts of laughter and derision.

'Thought with all that practice you'd had from yer DAD...' Kev spat on to the pale flesh kneeling before him 'you'd be fuckin used to it by now. Better tell him he ain't doin it right...' He watched with satisfaction as he drew out his mighty tool to the head for another full length stroke, inflicting his sexual prowess and punishment on the cocky youth. Sweet sensations. Felt fuckin good.

Skunner was watching the lad's agony with satisfaction. Now they really were grinding him down proper. Total fuckin humiliation. Yeahhh. He was jacking himself faster, keen to shoot and dump his load like his mates had. Had to be a team effort, dint it? Phil noticed.

'Hey Skunner, you gonna feed the queerboy?'

Skunner grunted and nodded, furious concentration on his angular features. He stepped forward, pumping hand close to the face below. Time to blow.

Jack could only stare forward open mouthed, knowing what was about to happen, looking at the tackle hanging over the man's trackies as it was worked to completion. Another load of straight bloke cum, from someone he despised. He felt dirty and confused at himself, the twisted fantasy sliding further and further into a terrible endless ordeal, tearing his mind up... Should never have wanted to experience it. But then it still would have happened anyway... What's the fuckin use? I'm gone. I'm fuckin gone.

All of a sudden Skunner gripped Jack's head and tilted it up more.

'Open fuckin wide, bitch. Gonna blow.'

Jack glanced up the man's taut wiry body and saw the expression of sheer loathing. The enemy in control. Sinking further into the mire of numb resignation, he meekly did as instructed and stuck out his tongue to catch the juice. The man's breathing was fast now. The hand blurred. Any moment...

'Nnnnghhh. Here it comes, bitch. Yeahhh... Hot n nasty.' Skunner shuddered and felt the inexorable sensation sweep through him. Oh yeahhhh. His hand slowed and his shiny head began to pump into the waiting mouth below, the first shot firing wildly into the depths, then streaks of creamy white spreading across the lad's tongue. The disgust skittered through his brain, intertwining with the physical release, his sexual frustration doing time. Useless gay cunt. Fuckin cum drinking bitch. Gonna get your head kicked in one of these days... When Sike's out of the frame. A stab of fear... He gripped more firmly.

'Suck the rest out, cunt.'

Jack leaned forward and took the still gushing prick head into his mouth. The taste of Skunner's cum was much saltier and he felt himself wanting to retch a little. He swallowed everything already in his mouth as quickly as he could. It slid down to join the rest and the short man stepped back, duty done. Again, Jack felt his focus blurring. He was seriously beginning to lose it, the cumulative ache of his kneeling position on the hard bench and the monster shaft working his behind taking their toll. Despair was taking hold and insanity closing in. Another image of Sike in his head... Please dad. Please. Fuckin help me.

Kev paused a moment and leaned forward, meat in deep. 'Oh, you're fuckin gettin it now, gayboy. You're gettin it from the team. Yeah. This is what you fuckin wanted, innit? I knew it when I saw you check out my dick in the shower.' Kev grinned evilly at the others. Jack could only groan. 'Am I better at this than yer dad, huh? I bet I fuckin am.' He snorted with laughter.

A moment of stillness in the changing room. Jack felt the weight of the muscular man on him and his huge tool plunged right in, the crotch pressed hard into his rear. It was physically similar, sure, but mentally a world apart. No trace of the amazing connection he felt with his dad. It would probably have been more bearable if he could have pleasured himself, but that was out of the question. The undercurrent of arousal from thoughts about porn images he'd seen wasn't enough to do more than make his meat twitch, and he'd deliberately pushed those thoughts down and down again lest he get a hard on. That would be the final nail in the coffin for sure.

'No you fuckin ain't.' Cold trapped defiance was in the lad's voice.

'Cheeky cunt.' Kev pushed himself back up and resumed his action with greater aggression. 'Cheeky fuckin cunt. You should be more fuckin grateful. I don't give a shit if you think you're straight, my dick deserves some fuckin respect.'

Harry stepped forward and crouched down to look Jack in the face. He gripped the lad's chin tight, intending it to hurt. 'Think Newman's a little disappointed. Whaddya say?'

'uck you'

The man gripped harder still and thwacked him on the side of the head. 'Try again.'

Jack blinked in a pained daze. The man's handsome face was up close to his, his dark eyes drawing Jack in, the hunter and the hunted. The lad felt a strange terrifying panic gripping him. They were close enough to kiss. He shivered inside, feeling the pounding from behind, his burning hole getting screwed. Getting your brains fucked out by that monster dick...

'orry.'

'Sorry to who?'

'orry kev'

'More like it.' Kev grunted in acknowledgement.

'Hey Harry, how about you give him another load.' Supremely satisfying as all this was, Phil was aware of the time. They had to be a little bit careful not to take too long...

'Sure thing, boss.' The man released Jack from his grip and stood up where he was. His hard shaft jutted proud from his black uniform.

Murmurs of approval all round, except from the ever silent Radek who stood by the wall, open-mouthed, rooted to the spot in fear. There was a strange terrible beauty to the scene which he would never be able to forget, the angry tattooed muscle man forcing his huge sex into the youth with increasing ferocity and the others unloading their nuts. Animals. The ritual of humiliation was in full flow and there was no stopping it. The lad looked like he might pass out any minute. Where was Sike? Why was he taking so long? He trembled.

Harry was keen to experience the lad's warm mouth once more on his hard prick. Talented little fucker. He brought it to the soft lips below and remembered the horny sight he'd witnessed through the cell door. The kneeling straight boy staring in awe and respect at his dad's growing member, ready to do his duty. Go on son, start workin that meat... Mmmmmm. Fuck yeah. The man in charge. Treating him like a bitch. The images had played on his mind more and more on his mind this past wek, even lying in bed next to his wife. His rape fantasy had taken on a new form lately.

'You ready for another load of jizz, sunshine?' A slow compliant nod from below. 'Start workin that meat then. Suck it like you do ya dad's. Gonna feed yer soon enough.' He felt the power in him like electricity. Supercharged.

The youth heard the words and felt the surge of longing for Sike punch him in the gut again. But here was the undeniable reality. The fit straight officer about to feed him his tasty load, just like he did before. The bruised and confused teenager felt the twisted magic of the porn scene once more pick him up by the scruff of the neck. Fuckin rough straight male domination... Takin the abuse, takin the fuckin juice. It's all real, Jack. He was eager to be rid of the salty taste lingering in his mouth from Skunner's cum too. He leaned forward eagerly and set to work, feeling the hardness with his tongue as he set about pleasuring the man once again. Soon he was taking it deep, and the long slow curve of it pushed toward the back of his throat with no trouble, just like he knew it would. He began making long smooth strokes, his hours of practice showing, tuning in to the man's low groans of pleasure.

'Mmmmmm. You're fuckin good at that, aren't ya? Suck it like a fuckin bitch...' Smooth mouth being forced to work his tool. Feels so gooooood. Straight lad being made to submit to his rough n tough dad... A surge of controlling lust gripped his mind. Dad's gonna give it to ya son, gonna stretch that mouth real wide. You're gonna be his bitch tonight, aintcha? Harry took hold of Jack's head with both hands and began to pump his dick. Facefuckin action. Yeahhh. He looked across to where Kev was thrusting his meat like a bucking bronco, the tattooed muscle resembling Sike to some degree. Yeahhhhhh. Take it hard, bitch. His eyes met Kev's for a moment and he nodded before looking down again.

'Yeah, you're gettin the real thing now, Kenton. You're gettin fuckin loaded up. What you fuckin deserve, innit?' Phil rubbed his own meat as he witnessed the amazing sight of the lad getting vigorously pumped at both ends. If only you could see this Sikeman, I'd fuckin laugh right in your face.

'You got a nice tight pussy, gayboy. This big dick's workin it for ya. What you fuckin wanted...' Kev's words were a snarl, and his expression was screwed up tight, teeth gritted. Lust and anger suffused with distant memory. He gripped the lad's waist again and rammed his meat in deep. He was gettin closer to the finish line all the time, grunting more frequently, his fierce depraved nature coming more and more to the surface. The lad moaned in pain and that just turned him on all the more.

'Fuckin hot. Well fucking hot.' Dannyboy muttered. He was still playing with his meat and feeling it begin to stir into arousal once more, such was the horny nature of what he was witnessing. BigJim was standing arms folded and nodding gently. This was fine entertainment. Skunner chewed at his tongue and tapped a foot, nervous energy spilling out. He still couldn't quite get over his disgust at the lad getting fucked, but he knew Kev wasn't queer. Knew it was a punishment. The cocky little cunt getting what he deserved, at last. Look at him takin it.

Jack was in a state of near delirium now. The sheer intensity was shooting pain and adrenaline up and down his lean athletic frame. Harry's meat was taking swift deep strokes he could barely keep pace with, while it felt like Kev's brutal bull-dick was destroying his hole. A sense of horny desperation filled him and debased images flashed up in his tortured imagination. His dick twitched again, aching to be touched, to infuse the pain with pleasure. But he couldn't. His tense fingers dug nails into the bench beneath, and he sucked for all he was worth on the smooth hard shaft, trying to keep the circling demons from consuming his mind completely. I'm straight, man... I'm fuckin straight... Rough n tough blokes... Fuckin forcin me... Just gotta be their fuckin prison bitch... Gotta take it... Take the punishment... Fuck... Fuck... Can't... Cope... The audible rhythms of older male domination pounded into his young body, deep grunts of pleasure and heavy

breaths reverberating around the changing room,

'Yeahhh, gettin fuckin close now. You ready to taste it?' Harry stared down, breathing more heavily. He could feel the pleasure mounting in his rock hard dick, the tingling in his nuts. So good. Just like ya dad does it to ya, innit? The lad moaned in dumb pleasure beneath him. Mmmm. You want it. You wanna taste ya dad's cum don't ya? 'Fuck yeah. Suck it. It's gonna be real fuckin tasty. Gonna shoot any minute now.'

'Yeah fuckin feed him, man.' Dannyboy was watching, captivated, jealous. This was horny beyond belief. The tattooed muscle man and handsome officer working the captive youth to the limit. You're gettin fuckin spit-roasted mate. You're gettin properly fucked. BigJim grunted his affirmation. This team humiliation lark had made for some good afternoon entertainment.

Kev was growling a barrage of abuse now as he felt the good feelings intensify, the inevitable climax gettin closer. 'Fuckin gayboy. You like this? You fuckin like this? Gettin fucked by a real man? More than you'll ever fuckin be. Fuckin piece o queer shit... Better watch your step in future. Who knows what might fuckin happen, huh?. Pretty little face o yours might just get messed up... By accident... That'll upset ya dad won't it?' He spat with venomous force on the lad's pale smooth back. 'Fuckin sick the both o ya. Does he call ya his son when he's givin ya the bone?'

Jack moaned in pain, as much psychological at the mention of his absent protector as at the physical onslaught. His vision was dominated by the black uniform and the proud slick tool working his mouth. He could tell from the officer's deep insistent groans and tightening grip on his head that cum was about to shoot again. He stared into the blackness, feeling the vicious sting of Kev's taunts, his sense of self-worth being mercilessly stripped away. No way out but down. Down into the abyss.

Phil grinned, the sadistic gratification buzzing in his mind. This was about as perfect as perfect could be. He kept a steady rhythm jacking his meat, ready to head round and quickly unload after Harry was done. The team had done a good job. He'd make sure they got their reward... Except that Polish fucker, obviously. Waste of fuckin space.

'Awwwww, fuck. Here it comes. Here it fuckin comes. Nnnnnnnghhhhhhh.' Harry tightened his grip on the young man's head and his breaths came quick and sharp. He watched in ferocious ecstasy as his thrusting tool made it to the finish line, the youth below staring wildly, the wide O of his mouth clamped tight on the virile manhood about to unload into him. Just like he does for Sike every day, thought the man. For his dad... Fuck yeah. Nuts tightening, the rush beginning...

'Yeahhhh. Fuckin give it to him, man. Fuckin shoot.' Kev watched, his own sex on fire, the deep, dark memories piling up (here it comes... oh fuck... yeeeahhhh... he's fuckin shootin it...). The others murmured approval, caught up in the ritualistic fervour of the cocky youth's ongoing humiliation.

Jack felt the first shot go right down his throat and he instinctively swallowed and moaned gently in acknowledgement of the man's horny climax. Then more and more of the sweet stuff began to accumulate on his tongue as the thrusting weapon slowed, the officer's groan of manly satisfaction filling his skull. The fourth fuckin load... Fuuuuck. All that nutjuice. Ain't no fuckin dream, Jack. S'fuckin real. Porn dream made real. The dark uniform filled his vision, hand firm on his head. Straight boy submission to masculine authority. Just the way it has to be... Just the way it has to fuckin be...

'Yeahhhh, you fuckin like that don't ya mate. Hot load shootin in ya gob.' Dannyboy's eyes blazed with furious desire. The others muttered 'yeah's of agreement.

'Gonna be the prison bitch, ain't he? Little gayboy cunt. This is just ya practice run, you little fucker.' Kev smirked and sniggered, spat again. His decorated arm muscles bulged as he gripped the lad's waist ever more tightly and pushed his monstrous weapon in deep. Still pretty tight even though he'd loosened it up some. Mmmmm... Felt fuckin good. Surprised how clean his dick was too. When he finally got out he might have to start tryin this more often. Bitches'd fuckin do what he told em. He knew how to get his way.

Jack tensed and moaned in desperation. Crazy Kev's monster dick was right in there, doin him hard. Tough straight bloke doin his bitch. He ran his tongue around the head of the pulsing meat there in his mouth as the juice spilled out. Fuck, it tastes good. Can't pretend it don't. The sight, smell and taste of the officer's sexy meat feeding him a fourth mouthful had his head spinning in total confusion and self-loathing... He ain't my dad... This is wrong... Shouldn't want it...

'You hear that Kenton? This is just the start. You're gonna be gettin plenty more o this before too long. Once yer dad's been moved on it's gonna be a whole new ball game. Gonna have some real fun comin your way.You better fuckin believe it...'

Phil knew it wasn't gonna happen quite like that, but man was it fun turning the screw. And there would be more of this, for sure. He'd fuckin see to it. Suck it up, Sikeman. You can't do a fuckin thing, and ya dirty little secret's out now. Let's see just how your reputation holds up, eh? Tables well and truly turned this time, huh? Hahahaha.

The lad listened, emotionally crushed. You're totally fucked, Jack. Shoulda seen it comin. They're all gonna find out. The horrific reality of it made his mind flinch. And they're gonna take ya dad away... Things are gonna get real bad. He felt the wave of terror ready to consume him and howled silently in the fearful prison of his own mind. The dark savage porn dream sliding into full on nightmare. Meanwhile, the pounding and growled abuse at his rear end continued unabated, the burning sensation close to unbearable. The hard tattooed thug was punishing him for kicks, releasing a barrage of pent-up sexual frustration and channelled aggression. Nnnnghhh. Gettin done both ends. Rough, raw, relentless. He swallowed most of Harry's load and felt it sliding down, down to join the rest. The taste lingered on his tongue as the last of it slipped out of the man's bulging head.

'Fuckin gayboy. Fuckin take it. Wot you fuckin like, innit? Yeahhhhh...' Kev's voice drilled into Jack's head. The muscleman's grunts and snarls now dominated proceedings, angry face screwed up with effort as he pushed himself toward his vicious climax. Jack was unable to stop himself moaning now with every thrust, and he stared forward in numb disbelief, feeling the man's sexual assault getting ever more intense, pain levels heading into the red. He's gonna fuckin kill me... Fuck... Fuck... Shoot it man... Shoot ya fuckin load...

Harry pulled out his long smooth length and wiped the head of it against the dumbly open lips that had so willingly received it.

'Tasty like ya dad's, huh? Don't wanna let any go to waste now. Fuckin lick the end clean, son.'

There was a real edge of menace in Harry's voice which Jack hadn't noticed before, and the word 'son' dug deep into his locked up heart. Through the haze of pained confusion he saw the wedding ring on the man's left hand, just as he had that day in the interrogation room. Fuck. Proper straight male domination, no word of a lie... Ain't a gay thing, it's a power thing... He could hear his dad saying it... Aggghhhhh. He felt the dark power of the ritual swallowing him and he leaned forward to obey, even as his body was jerked to the rhythm of the tattooed demon shoving that monstrous thickness deep inside. Harry squeezed along his tool in one firm smooth stroke and a final drop of cum appeared at the slit. Jack licked it up and then all around the shiny cut head as instructed. No resistance.

The team of men crowded round, witnessing the cocky lad's complete humiliation, totally engrossed. The mature man assaulting the youth with his mighty weapon, emitting animal grunts, growls of pleasure and rough abuse. They all chipped in with verbal abuse and 'fuck yeah's of their own, feeding on the intense rush of horny sexual aggression taking place before their eyes. The only exception was the figure by the wall who was nonetheless unable to tear his eyes away from the brutal perfection of the scene. Phil stroked himself, wanting to watch Kev finish before he shot his own juice. He knew the endgame was fast approaching.

'Fuckin wanted this dick o mine, didn't ya gayboy? Fuckin big dick screwin ya. Yeahhhhh. Let's hear ya moan like the bitch you are. I'm gonna fuckin shoot it deep. Nnnnghhh.' The thug spat on to the smooth pale back once more and slammed his muscular groin into the lad's backside, again and again and again. Masculine energy filled the air around the circle of men as the inevitable climax came close.

It was only Radek who heard the other door, which was out of sight from the main changing area, and that only was because he was listening intently for it. He held his breath, tensed, ready to move. It was all about to kick off. Finally. His heart thumped furiously.

Sike walked quietly round the corner into view, knowing full well what he was likely to see from what he could already hear. The emotional rage surged within him, honed into a white hot fury. His boy. His right fist clenched. They would all fuckin pay, one way or another, in time. Two officers quietly followed him close behind, and even they were gobsmacked. There was a brief moment as they all took in the scene, Sike noting Radek's position outside of the group, clothed and face white as a sheet, watching him arrive.

It was Harry who noticed first, his semi-hard dick still hanging out of his trousers in front of the lad's desperate face. All he could manage was a muttered 'fuck...' which barely registered against the vocal abuse going on from Kev and the others. He stepped back and casually tried to tuck his meat away, as if it wouldn't be noticed, looking directly at Phil, mind trying desperately to fathom the best course of action. Phil had said he'd deal with any interruption, but this was not just any interruption...

As he did so, Skunner, Dannyboy and BigJim all saw too. Dannyboy froze in utter panic, conscious of his nakedness and the semi-hard meat of his own that he was caressing. Skunner began to back slowly away toward the wall where Radek was stood, keeping his eyes on the unmoving figure who had yet to say anything. His worst fear had just come true. Shit. He knew this had been a fucking stupid idea from the very start. Why the fuck hadn't he trusted his gut instinct? Why why why? BigJim just folded his arms and stared, a frown crossing his round face. He wasn't as scared of Sike, but he knew there would be fall-out all the same. This could get messy.

Phil saw Harry's reaction and with abrupt presence of mind quickly shoved his hard prick away before turning to face the intruders. Seeing Sike stood there wasn't something he was prepared for and he almost did a double take. He nudged Kev as he faced his adversary. 'Time's up' he muttered. He gritted his teeth and smirked in defiance. Well, now you fucking know, huh? We fucked him up good, we did. Fuckin spit-roasted him and broke him. This is what revenge looks like, Sikeman.

Kev, in the passionate grip of his impending climax, growled in angry surprise and turned, seeing the imposing figure stood less than 10 metres away together with the two officers. Being interrupted so close to shooting his load filled his crazed mind with unbearable violence and he pulled his big dick out from the lad with another growl of rage. He shoved the kneeling youth hard so that Jack couldn't stop himself from toppling forward, hands on to the hard floor and then the rest of his body slowly following with his balance thrown too far forward, ending up a grazed crumpled heap on the cold floor. He groaned, eyes shut tight, not yet aware what was happening, fearing some new torture.

Phil walked a few paces to face Sike and the other officers directly with no obstacles between. He knew he was in trouble, but the defiant smirk remained, a mark of the satisfaction he felt that he'd fucked with the man's prized possession.

'This is payback, Sikeman. You fucked me over, so I'm just returning the favour.' A motionless pause. 'You do know he doesn't want to be your SON, don't you? He's a lyin little fucker, that one, I'm tellin ya.'

Sike remained expressionless. Such a pathetic fucking excuse for a human being, aren't yer, you queer cunt.

'You wouldn't know anything about being a dad, would you Phil? Not something you're really capable of.'

Phil gave a short sharp laugh that betrayed his nervousness. 'What the fuck's that supposed to mean?' But he knew exactly what the man meant.

'Got any last requests?'

The officer stood alone, his uniform and status no protection. He'd never envisaged a scenario quite like this and he felt a cold sweat on his palms all of a sudden, a creeping sensation of dread down his spine. He was no match for Sike in a one-on-one fight and he knew it. The smirk dropped. All that was left was the hate.

'Go to hell Sikeman.'

The purposeful figure stepped forward, pure revenge in his eyes. The other officers didn't try to stop him; they knew this was personal and felt no loyalty whatsoever to Phil. The burly officer stood his ground, eyes narrowing in fear and desperation. At the last moment he charged forward to try to tackle the taller man with his sheer weight. Sike anticipated the clumsy advance and his ready fist connected with deadly force. Phil staggered back, pain ricocheting through his skull. He tried to rally for a punch of his own, but he was just too slow. Again the fist hit the man's squashed ugly face with devastating bone-cracking effect and Sike violently shoved the uniformed figure backwards with all his might, advancing all the while. Phil struggled to keep his balance and the third punch - to his chin this time - sealed his fate. He fell backwards, the side of his head hitting the end corner of a bench as he went down and crashed to the floor. Unconscious.

It all took barely 15 seconds.

Still buzzing with aggression and knowing that the element of surprise had to be seized before it turned on him, Kev charged and barrelled into Sike from the side, managing to wrongfoot his opponent and take him down in front of the entrance to the showers. His still firm meat pressed into Sike's jeans as they both hit the partially damp floor and he began to rain a barrage of punches to the man's head. But his opponent was far too strong to be pinned down for more than a brief moment, even by someone like Kev, and his steely resistance to pain meant that the naked muscle man's efforts didn't have the impact intended. Perhaps if one of the others had joined in they might have stood a chance at inflicting some real damage, but the team was broken apart now, each keen to save his own skin.

Harry stood, his inexperience and sense of guilt rooting him to the spot. He couldn't understand why the other officers were just letting this happen... And why had they even brought this nutjob here? It was fucking madness. They'd simply stepped forward so that they could see what was going on. Human bloodsport.

Whilst the way seemed clear and the officers' attention diverted, Skunner made a run for the outside door, despite only wearing his trackies. The wave of fear was gripping his mind like a vice, and he didn't want to hang around while Sike was in full-on revenge mode. He wasn't to know a third officer was on the other side, and he was down on the hard tarmac in cuffs before he knew it. He'd made a bigger mistake by running away, but that was his fate to discover...

Back inside, it was a blur of tattooed arms on the floor and animal growls in the air as the two powerful men fought for supremacy, but then suddenly Sike rolled and leapt up, surprisingly fast for his size as always, and Kev was forced to do the same. He snarled, momentum and advantage lost, but still charged up, still furious. He'd been so close to shooting his fucking load... His monster weapon hung semi-soft again now, fulfilment denied, desire drained. His breathing was heavy from the exertion of the fight and it wasn't over yet. The duellists faced each other, raw tension filling the small space between them.

'You're a sick fucker, aren't ya? Making him call you his DAD while you feed him the meat. Fucking queers the pair o ya.' Kev had no sense of the danger he was in by saying this. He wasn't in the habit of thinking about consequences, especially when the bloodlust flowed.

Sike paused and eyed the naked thug, trace of a mocking grin showing on his bristled face. As Jack had discovered, there was sometimes a strange calmness at the centre of the man's rage. 'You seemed to be enjoyin yourself, mate...' He cocked his head. 'Or were you just pretending?'

Kev spat on the floor. Teeth gritted. The insinuation flung back at him stung and had to be resisted. 'Punishment, mate. We were teachin him a lesson. Bringin him down a peg. He's a cocky little fucker.'

Sike now knew exactly how this was going to turn out. For a moment he almost pitied the man.

'Hmmm. Whatever turns you on, I guess...' He paused. 'You want me to teach you a lesson, fuckwit?'

Kev stared, the lightning bolt of anger shooting through him. Who the fuck did he think he was? The rage was visible in his eyes, his nostrils flared, jaw tight. He didn't have his opponent's capacity for self-control at the right moments, Sike's almost zen-like concentration which translated power into effect without wasting effort.

'You can fuckin try.'

The seemingly calm man opposite cocked his head slightly to one side. He grinned openly now, goading and taunting his muscular but exposed adversary. 'Tryings for losers, mate. I just do it.'

And before his opponent could respond, he lunged. The naked thug snarled and readied himself to deflect or dodge the blow, but he didn't quickly enough anticipate Sike's boot savagely connecting with his exposed crotch. The excruciating pain shot up his body and temporarily dulled his reaction, the avenging fist quickly taking the split-second advantage with punch after punch. Sike had casually stepped up a gear and Kev had nothing spare left in the tank, now finding himself reeling from the sheer ferocity of the onslaught. A further knee to the groin and a grinding of a chunky boot on to his bare left foot had him in agony. He flailed with punches back, and some connected, but it was like fighting a bulldozer. Even kneeing the man back in the groin had little effect. Sike's steely control of pain was unfathomable and nothing, but nothing, seemed to make any difference.

It was many years since Kev had been beaten in a fight, and this was the most profound defeat imaginable. His angry mind dissolved into a seething ball of terror and confusion at the swiftness of it, his nakedness just adding to the embarrassment. He felt like a kid again. Helpless.

'You wanna die, mate? You fuckin wanna die?' Sike's previously hidden fury was in full view now, aggression incarnate. Most of those watching flinched a little at the sight of it. The man was a fighting machine, able to demolish an opponent with ruthless efficiency. A prisoner, but here - in this room, in this place - in charge. The watching officers were content to let him do what needed to be done; it saved them dirtying their hands. They knew him well enough after all this time. Trusted him.

Jack had finally crawled up into a hunched position on the floor, also watching, hardly daring to believe that the man had come to his rescue. Was he fucking dreaming this? Phil was sprawled out on the floor right there in front of him, blood on his face. The lad felt the raw emotion fill his aching and trembling body. His dad did that. Just like he'd said he would... He keeps his promises, don't he? And now he was dealing with that crazy idiot...

'WELL, FUCKIN ANSWER ME... DO YOU WANNA DIE? RIGHT NOW?' Sike had Kev up against the wall now, his face spitting the words at close range, one hand on the man's throat, a boot now grinding into the other foot so that both would be injured. Sike was nothing if not thorough. The naked thug had all of a sudden given up the fight and wasn't punching back, and when he attempting to speak it was more of a gurgle.

'N... N... No mate.' He could feel the man's breath on his face. The animal heat. The adrenaline rush.

'Right. Well in that case, I'm gonna teach yer a lesson, like I said.' And with a heave, he half-lifted, half-frogmarched the stumbling and broken figure over to the bench furthest from the door, then round so that they were facing the rest of the room. 'Fucking kneel on that.' He pushed the man roughly downwards, but Kev vainly resisted, belatedly realising with horror exactly what was intended.

'I ain't fuckin doin that.'

'I ain't giving you a choice, you cunt. Fucking. Kneel.' Sike grabbed the man by the neck and squeezed tight as he pushed down again.

Knowing the stronger man would take his revenge no matter what, Kev reluctantly did as he was told, muttering impotent threats under his breath. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

'More like it. You wanna live, so I'm gonna teach you a lesson. I'm gonna do to you...' he leaned over Kev to snarl the words into the man's ear, his lethal grip still enforcing his dominance '...what you did to him.' He finally let go and stood back up.

Jack was still hunched down on the floor next to the same bench on which Kev was now being forced to kneel. It's what you fucking deserve, mate... He stared briefly at the pained and dazed expression of the man, the cuts and swelling bruises on the thug's bashed up face from Sike's violent onslaught, then back up at his protector who was now unzipping himself to pull out his familiar awesome tool. His dad acknowledged him for the first time with a curt nod and a penetrating stare before going back to concentrating on what he was doing. He spat copiously in his hand and slicked up his dick, then repeated the action and pushed it into Kev's crack.

The kneeling figure growled in abject disgust and continued to curse under his breath. He was experiencing real fear for the first time in a long time. Sike spat again and spread more of his moisture into the depths, searching out the man's hole with a chunky finger. He worked it inside and there was a sharp intake of breath of shock from Kev. Another finger joined it and spread the ring of muscle wider. The tattooed man gripped the bench and his face contorted as he tried to deal with the sensation, the anticipation of what was to come grinding remorselessly onwards. He saw the others watching and the humiliation ripped through his aching and bleeding body. Sike removed his fingers and leaned forward to reach round and press them on the man's mouth.

'Lick that shit off.'

Kev stared straight ahead, frozen, not wanting to look anyone in the eye. He could see Phil there on the floor. Stupid fucker. This is all your fucking fault, you fuckin dickhead. His delirious anger was a reflection of his own guilt. Deep down he knew the truth, but just couldn't - wouldn't - admit it. A rough thwack to his head brought him back to reality.

'Don't take all fuckin day about it.'

Hating his sudden weakness, Kev made himself do as he was told. He resisted the strong urge to bite and felt the disgust overwhelming him. The terrifying power of the man now in charge.

'Right. Now you just keep quiet and take it. You never know, you might learn to enjoy it.' Sike knew how to twist the knife.

'No fckn chance.'

Again the agonising grip on his neck and the deep voice as the man bent over him and spoke firmly right into his ear.

'Shut ya gob. I won't fuckin tell you again.'

He stood again, pumping away at his mighty meat. It wasn't the easiest of circumstances to get hard, but he could see his son there watching, and he knew he had to do his duty for him. All part of the deal. He thought about how good it was when the lad was kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with that cute face of his, his dad's big dick there at his lips, ready for pleasuring. The beauty of sliding it in, feeling it hardening up fully. That's it, son. Suck it nice n slow. Make ya dad feel reeeeal good. Gonna look after ya. Didn't I promise I would. Always... It's me n you kiddo. Me n you. He looked at his boy again...

The rush of blood brought him rapidly to stiffness, and with another slather of spit he aimed his weapon right into Kev's crack, searching out the tight hole again. There. Get ready, mate. This is fucking justice, this is. This is what it fuckin feels like...

The man beneath him groaned as his tight ring was forced open, this time wider than before. Aaaaaghhhhhhh. Fucking cunt. He's fuckin doin me. M'gettin fucked. Nnnnghhhhhh... FUCK. Feels big. And it's fuckin goin right in. Shit. He groaned loudly again, anger and shame pounding hammers in his skull. He turned his head slightly and caught Jack's eye. He gazed dumbly at the lad in horrified wonder... Picturing them doin it... Actually doin it... You and your dad... Nnnnnnghhhhhhhhhh. Shit. The massive prick was working in and out a steady rhythm. Goin deeper with every stroke. The top dog in command. Go easy man. Please. Go easy. Aaarrrghhhhh. Please... He could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to accept the intruder, his own groin still aching from being kicked and kneed. His mouth hung open, breaths coming fast and shallow.

'You feel that, mate? You feel that big dick o mine fuckin yer?' Sike

Kev nodded and grunted. He could see them watching his punishment. Silent. Enthralled.

'Mmmmm. So now you fuckin know what it's like, don't cha? And everyone's gonna find out that I fucked yer too, I can promise yer that. When I teach someone a lesson, they don't fuckin forget it.' Sike looked up around the room. 'And that goes for you lot n all. This is a lesson for you too.' He noted Skunner's absence for the first time. Hmmm. Big mistake, man. Means I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson all of yer very own...

Dannyboy had sat down having slipped his boxers back on to try and hide his arousal. He was gaping in rapt fascination at the horny sight of Kev gettin forcefucked by the prison's alpha male. BigJim had also sat down in his trackies, watching Sike carefully, on guard. Even his usually unruffled temperament was shaken by what he was witnessing. Radek was still stood by the wall, not daring to move yet. Kev's punishment was giving him a certain cold twist of satisfaction, but the worry still loomed large in his mind. He wasn't sure if the man would keep his word...

Harry was frozen like a statue, mind racing. Was he gonna get suspended? Sacked? He felt trapped in his guilt, for allowing himself to have been drawn into Phil's scheme, for letting his dark side gain the upper hand... What a fucking idiot he'd been. He eyed Sike cautiously with a mixture of loathing and admiration, keeping his mouth shut. The other officers watched quietly too, conscious that meds would be called for soon to see to Phil. The man was breathing but still out like a light. Charlie looked at his watch and then tapped it as a silent message across the room.

Sike, a fierce look on his face, gave a terse nod in response and upped the pace while gripping the muscled waist below, just the way Kev had done to Jack. He looked over the man's decorated back and rammed his full length right in. Never too late to learn some respect, eh? A grin pierced his grim features.

'Enjoyin it yet, fuckwit? Feels good bein on the receiving end, huh?'

Kev groaned again, unsure whether to argue back. He'd been told to shut his gob, after all. While getting shafted wasn't as physically terrible as he'd always imagined, mentally it was torture. Losing the fight had been bad enough. He'd genuinely thought he could beat Sike if it came to the crunch, but even if he'd not been naked he'd probably still have lost. His pride was well and truly at rock bottom. He'd not submitted to anyone since... Since... No... Mustn't think about that... Don't think about that, Kev. Not now. He could feel the full thick length of it sliding right in there, pushing at his insides. In, out, in, out. Big fuckin dick doin me. Fuck. The pace was increasing now, the tension gripping his aching body ever tighter, his hole feeling the friction. Shit. Really gettin fucked. Really am. He looked down at the floor, ashamed, clenching his jaw. Gripped the bench tighter and shut his eyes. Please... Please...

'Let me tell you a few things...' Sike's voice was slow, low and deliberate, a tone Jack recognised well. 'My boy knows how to take it, cause he does what he's told. We all get bored of tuggin our own meat after a while, don't we?' A nod from below. 'So, we made a deal, him and me: he looks after my needs, and I look after him, cause it's a rough place for a young un, this. And you know what...' Sike leaned over the trapped and dominated thug '...he ain't no homo, but he likes keepin his dad happy. And so he should.'

Another grunt of acknowledgement from below, the others in the room also listening attentively. Each understood the deal of reciprocation being described, and Jack felt a surge of gratitude that his dad was making clear what the score was.

'So. Do you still reckon I'm queer, mate? Or do you think I just like being in control? I'll let you answer that one.'

Kev's tongue felt dry in his mouth as his crazed thoughts chased circles. His whole body hurt and he could taste blood leaking into his mouth. The man's massive tool was still screwing his hole real deep, the friction getting worse. He'd been so sure of himself when he'd said they were both queer, but his illusions had been shattered and his whole world torn apart in the space of barely 10 minutes. Of course the lad was just doin what he was made to do: he was hardly gonna refuse this hard-as-nails bruiser. Just like he couldn't now. Talk about learning the hard way... Ngggghhhh. Idle fantasies of revenge hovered in his head, but in amongst them more and more flashbacks to that much earlier time in his life. The last time when he'd not been in control. The last time he'd been on the receiving end...

'Yeah. Nnghh. Bein in control. Grrhhhh. Fuck...' Kev struggled to speak, his body jerking slightly in response to each forceful stroke. 'Power thing, innit... Ughh.'

'That's fuckin right. Ain't a gay thing, it's a power thing.'

Jack, watching the scared thug's straining face as he was made to submit, felt a shiver of recognition at the words. It wasn't just him being weak. His dad was a real man alright, capable of taking control of anyone in the right circumstances. Seeing him dominate the vicious tattooed con was an awe-inspiring display. Kev was certainly no pushover.

'Taste o yer own fuckin medicine innit...'

Another grunt of enforced recognition. The terrible truth was turning Kev inside out and now his buried past was rattling uncontrollably into the light. Dangerous. He felt sparks in his head and grimaced, opened his eyes, tried hard to focus. The light seemed too bright. The intensity of the experience was starting to make him shake. Then suddenly, without warning, Sike pulled out and barked another instruction.

'Right, turn around and get on ya fuckin knees on the floor in front of me.'

There was no refusing it. Dazed and subdued, Kev obeyed. He felt shooting pains from his feet as he got down to the floor and grimaced. Something broken there for sure. Shit. Wouldn't be walkin properly for a while. He faced Sike side on to the bench and saw the man's huge meat for the first time, there at eye level, slick with spit and his own juice as it was worked by a rough hand. He knew what was gonna happen, and the deep, dark memories flooded his head as if it were yesterday. Remember how good it was... Oh fuck... Yeahhhh...

'Open yer gob and look up at me.

Forgetting that they were being watched, the kneeling thug looked up. The tank of a man who had bulldozed him in the fight loomed tall, imposing his brutal and unstoppable will. There was no arguing with him... Just a kid again... He felt the suppressed violence bubbling under, and stifled the instinctive urge to punch Sike in the nuts. No use. Whatever he did he would get back double. It was better just to submit. He wanted to... Wanted to... Relive that intense rush... He opened his mouth wide and eyed the mean bastard glaring down at him. I'm gonna get it. Fuck. He's really gonna give it to me...

'A power thing, yeah?'

Kev nodded slowly, the rush of memory released, running rampant. Those long-denied feelings. 'Yeahhhh.'

'Fuck yeahhhh. I'm lettin you live, mate, and you're gonna thank me by swallowin my fuckin juice. Deal?'

Kev stared up, the tattooed arms of the man more built n bulky than his own. The massive hard chest outlined under a scuffed dark green tee. Surface cuts and bruises from their fight on his unshaven face. He nodded mutely, trapped in the moment. Long buried images swirled in his head, the things he'd tried so hard to forget. The older brother he'd idolised, with four years head start on him, standing over his bed in their shared room, showing him his huge dick. Coaxing him - and coaching him - to suck it. He'd not even reached his teens and didn't really understand what was happening. That only came months and months later. It had been so fuckin exciting to start with, admiring the size of it in the glow from the streetlight outside, his brother's quiet moans of pleasure as he worked it back and forth, feeling the stretch of his jaw, running his tongue over the amazing hardness and seeing how deep he could take it, feeling all that sweet juice filling

his mouth full. He'd loved it. Some weeks they'd done it every night and he'd learned to start pleasuring himself too at the same time. Even just thinkin about it.

Then he'd found out there were words for things like that, for people like that... The fuckin shame of it, burning in his skull 24/7. Began to withdraw, from his parents, from friends, from school. But it carried on til his brother left home two years later, and he used to curse himself every time, because he still fuckin wanted it. Despite everything. That was when he began to turn into the hard fucker who didn't give a shit, who enjoyed feeling the pain of the needle and the image that went with it, who liked to beat up gayboys for kicks, to show he wasn't one of them. Who slept around to prove what a stud he was, and fathered a string of kids with several mothers, unable to commit. Broken homes. Broken lives.

Sike took a grip of Kev's chin and held it in place as he directed his shaft to unload right inside the man's open mouth. The kneeling man stared at him with wild eyes and their sightlines locked. The standing man's fist pumped remorselessly and urgently. The watchers watched, no one moving, engrossed by the ritual of sexual domination. Dull sweat and damp pervaded the air. The fluourescent light stark and deadening. Time on hold.

'You ready for it?' There was a slight sheen of sweat on Sike's forehead. He was working hard to exact the revenge that had been called for, to do his duty to his boy, to dish out his brand of tough justice. A warning to everyone.

Kev nodded again, trying to ignore the thoughts in his head and failing. Reliving the past in fragments of fucked up emotion. Here it comes. Yeah. Here it comes. Fuuuuck. He was looking up as instructed, into the furious concentration of the man's serious face, but he could still see the massive shaft there ready to shoot at the lower edge of his vision. Fuckin shoot it bruv. Fuckin shoot ya load. Make me taste it. Despite the ache in his balls, he could feel his meat twitching as the resurgent memories pinned him down. Denied. Eager.

'Stick ya tongue out. Come on, you fucker... Yeahhhh. That's it. You taste this load o mine. Here it fuckin comes... Urggggghhhhhhhh.' Sike growled in satisfaction as his nuts tightened and began to release their contents, the pleasure shooting up through his muscular torso. He carefuly directed the stiff head dead centre into the man's open mouth, pressing it down on to warm flesh as it began to spurt thick globs of hot juice along the man's tongue.

Kev felt the rush of sickening excitement tighten his chest as the man's nuts began to unload and the first shot entered his mouth. His body tensed and he clenched his fists, moaning gently in torment. You don't want this. You don't fucking want this... Fuckin cumload... Shootin in me gob... Fuck... Tastes... Just like me brother's did... The years dissolved... Just a kid again. He looked down at the mighty weapon to see it for himself, felt the shaking in his body as the surge of long suppressed feelings crashed into his skull. His own huge dick twitched and pulsed as the lines of desire from the past reconnected. His stronger older brother's thick hard dick. The hot dirty sight of it. Feeding him the juice every night after everyone else had gone to bed. Makes you big n strong Kev... What older brothers are sposed to do... We got a deal, remember? Remember... Yeah... Fuckin give it to me... I can do it real good, bruv...

'Now fuckin clean it up. Go on. Suck it.' Sike let go of the man's chin and watched, cautious but knowing this was an essential part of the humiliation to be witnessed. And he could sense that the thug had given in now.

Kev nodded in his trance like state. Yeah bruv... His lips closed softly round the offered weapon as the man's cum continued to leak from the slit, felt the hardness entering his mouth. It's real again. The streaks of sweet juice there on his tongue. He tasted the raw masculine energy being fed to him, looked straight along the firm veiny thickness and sucked slowly back and forth. Yeahhh. This is it. He's in control, Kev. He's always been in control. You know it.You fuckin know it. His own dick was firming up now and he gripped it in horny desperation, squeezing and feeling it grow harder still. Fuck yeah... Fuck yeahhhhh...

'That's the way. Now get it down ya.'

The kneeling tough guy looked up, still sucking, the dull echo of confused innocence temporarily overwhelming him. Just like it used to be. On his knees by the bed, doing what he was told. He swallowed and felt the juice going down deep inside. He shuddered in his moment of acceptance. Just like... His tongue sought out the final drops of sweetness from the slit. Fuck. His eyes were wide, taking in the sight and smell, the meat he was being forced to receive, the overbearing muscularity of the man. You like that bruv? Did I do it right?

Sike was basking in his authority. He was the fucking man here. He could see the sorry thug's submission, could see him gripping his substantial hard meat. Hmmm. Gettin turned on, huh, fuckwit? Funny how the bolshy ones need it the most.

'That's the way. You don't fuck with me, you don't fuck with my boy. Ever. Again. Got me?' There was no ignoring the authority in that voice.

Kev nodded once more. The memories were still running riot, but painful reality was now re-imposing itself. The others watching. His hard meat in his hand, so eager to shoot but still denied. The deep well of shame. His head was fucked, completely shot to pieces. The domination. The intensity. Aaaaaaaaarrrgghhhhhh... So good and so wrong...

All too soon, Sike pulled his meat out and dismissively pushed Kev's head away, the kneeling figure just catching himself as he fell backwards with one hand on the bench, his released meat slapping against his stomach, the ache from his injured balls once again firing up his body. He threw a look of utter despair first at the man's big dick and then up his powerful frame to the rugged face above, the fierce expression written across it. Sike knew nothing of the conflict in the tattooed thug's head and so couldn't interpret the look in those desperate eyes, not that he would have cared in the slightest. His purpose was eye-for-an-eye revenge for the trespass, and that job was done. He idly noted the impressive size of the man's engorged meat and tucked away his own back out of sight.

The crouched thug watched helplessly, his rekindled addiction already demanding more. The memories wouldn't be buried again so easily this time. He felt the horrible lurch in his gut, the lingering taste of the man's load.

'You seem to quite like suckin dick, don't cha mate? You should try it more often.' Sike grinned mockingly and turned away.

Kev screwed his face up in anger but could only mutter a quiet 'fuck you' under his breath, the novelty of fear still gripping him. The truth was undeniable. He let go of the bench and hunched in physical and psychological torment.

Sike heard his muttered defiance but decided that enough was enough. He'd made his point and Charlie was tapping his watch again, more insistently. He walked round to look at his boy properly. Bruises and grazes on his pale skin. Hmmm... It was the things he couldn't see that bothered him more. 'Come on you. Get ya stuff and get dressed.'

As Jack gladly obeyed his dad's instruction, Sike regarded Harry further down the line of the benches. He'd taken on board what he knew about the situation, and he wasn't about to assault a screw. (Phil had been a special case...) He walked right up to him. Harry stared, intimidated, tense and ready to fight. He was out of his depth. They stared at each other for a moment. It was Sike who broke the silence, stepping closer yet and bringing his face down slightly to look into the officer's square-jawed face, speaking with menace.

'Be careful. Your luck might run out.' With unswerving gaze and unnerving precision, he grabbed the man's crotch through his uniformed trousers, digging his fingers right underneath.

Harry blinked and flinched ever so slightly, holding his breath. A cold shock sliced though his body. He was unsure what would happen if he tried to pushed the man away. All too late, he was starting to comprehend Sikeman's unique position and just why he was so feared and respected. There were long-standing connections in this place he just hadn't understood in his short time on the job. Phil had deliberately kept him in the dark it seemed; that fucker had a lot to answer for... He swallowed nervously.

'Yep. Understood.'

'Wouldn't want to damage the family jewels, eh? Or lose yer new job?'

Sike squeezed the mans balls slightly as a warning, then let go and stepped back, still eyeballing the officer. After a moment he turned to the figure still sprawled on the floor and walked up to it, regarding the unconscious officer with angry disdain. What the fucker had done couldn't be undone, but he wondered if this might be the last he was going to see of him. With any luck. Every cloud and all that shit... Good fucking riddance.

'I warned yer last time, dint I, you bent fucker. You dint like bein brought to book tho, did yer? Not by me. You just had to push it.' He was speaking more to himself than anyone else, though everyone could hear him well enough. He gave the body a desultory kick. 'Waste o fuckin space.' He looked up at the two officers and cracked his knuckles. The sound split the silence. 'Think we're done. Sorry to keep yer waitin.'

'Right, you lot. Show's over. Get yer kit on. Let's go.' The loud and energetic order broke the spell and everyone got on with it, except Sike. He watched impassively as Kev struggled up to hobble round the changing room steering well clear of him and not looking at anyone, clearly in pain and trying not to show it. Charlie's colleague grabbed his walkie talkie and went back to the door to speak with someone. There was gonna be some explaining to do, but it'd all work out. Sike's actions would be easy enough to defend, and Newman wasn't gonna make a complaint. He'd say as little as possible if he'd got any sense. Phil... Well, a transfer and demotion was the best he could hope for. No one would miss him much.

Jack watched Kev go too. The man wouldn't look at him, unsurprisingly. Neither would the rest, except the Polish guy, who just looked a bit sad and lost. He'd say something to his dad about him. Only fair. He hadn't got involved. He tried to move his neck and felt the strain. The adrenaline had subsided and now the aches were coming through thick and fast. He could still taste the residue of cum in his mouth too. Four fuckin loads. Shit. That really happened...

But now it was just gonna be him and his dad again, just like it was always supposed to be. You're fuckin lucky, intcha, Jack. He's the real deal. He remembered the man's promises spoken quietly into his ear as that awesome meat of his pressed in deep. The muscled arms folded around him. You need a good strong dad... One who don't take no shit... You fuckin got him now... You're fuckin mine... Today had been the most powerful demonstration of the lengths his dad would go to, just for him. He felt light-headed, the undeniable stirrings of appreciation down in his crotch. He just wished the man would give him a hug now and again. That would feel good.

Now where were his fuckin trainers?

He looked at Harry, who had sat down on the bench along from him and put his head in his hands, then across at his dad, whose dark intense stare met his. Hmmm. He wasn't gonna be impressed... Jack gave the man a cheeky affectionate grin, then looked back at Harry. Never mind, mate. It can't get much worse.

(Cheers for being patient. Realise it's been a long time since the last chapter. The story ain't over yet tho. Horny comments welcome as always: writerman99@yahoo.co.uk)