The next day, to the intense disapproval of the guards, I made my way to the infirmary for my new job to assist the Doctor. I understood that the warden approved completely. I figured that my background as a body servant for George, tending him, caring for him when he was ill, all made my "resume" significantly appropriate for the job. "Of Course," the Warden cracked a smile, "Your care of our ill prisoners must not have an ending like that of your charge...death."
That was unfair. Mine was a crime of passion and before and after, I exhibited naught but even temper and kindliness to all.
I shook hands with Jack and sat on the other side of his desk as he outlined my duties. They were varied, from record keeping, entering cases in the computer, dispensing medicines and less glamorous ones like making beds, washing patients and administering enemas and other routine procedures. Jack explained the difference between treating ordinary patients and ours. "They're tough, super manly, angry, ready to fly into rages, but underneath they are the same as you and I we just have to dwell on the positive, and...the Happy Drink helps."
"Oh yeah, Bobby mentioned it. What's that?"
"Nothing too exciting. I compounded the elixir. I am not Jack the Ripper, just kindly doctor Jack. It's a combination of natural herbs that make the patient comfortable and eases anxiety."
I accepted his explanation, but the very first time I administered it, I saw the he had somewhat played down the effects. In short, he lied completely. He failed to mention the sexual effects. This was a very potent drink and had profound results, as you will see.
One of my jobs was to assist in the first medical of new prisoners. That can be a dangerous undertaking. They are scared, angry and defensive. Many of them have never had a physical and are shy to the point of committing violence rather than submitting.
Perhaps you will see what I mean by describing my first experience with Harry Thomas.
He was in for consecutive sentences of three 30 years. That was the equivalent of a life sentence and more. When you are facing this kind of time, you don't give a shit.
When the guard brought him in, he was in handcuffs and leg irons. The guard said that he will stay with him during the exam because he was so dangerous. Jack was insistent. "I can't and don't exam patients in restraints. Don't worry Riley, unlock him, then go get some coffee."
The prisoner looked at Jack, then me, with slight surprise on his tough face. To this kind of fellow, any decency is seen as weakness. "What fruits!" he probably thought.
I looked Harry over. He was a big one, maybe six four. Everything was huge, his head, his shoulders and general bone structure. We weighed him, of course, 260 and not a bit of fat on him. If he wanted to, he could have broken us both in two.
"Get underdressed, completely, everything and sit on the examining table," Jack said in a firm voice.
Harry replied, "Fuck you. You can look in my mouth and check my ears, that's all."
I said, as I had been instructed. "Mr. Thomas. Take your time, just relax. Are you thirsty? How about a cold drink?"
"You got any booze?"
"No but this is a delicious fruit drink."
"Fruit drink? What else you'd expect. Okay."
I poured a six ounce glass, that was the limit according to Jack. I can't imagine what happens if you take more. Harry downed, it in what seemed like, one gulp. What a monster!
I took the glass back. He sat there for awhile. We decided to wait until the drink had some effect. After all, this guy was strong. Jack poked me. "Look." Harry was slightly smiling and began to remove his shirt. What a chest, and to my surprise, completely hairless with soft smooth baby skin, his delicate pink areolas were touching.
Still smiling, almost happily, he removed his heavy construction boots and thick socks. "Nice feet," Jack breathed into my ear. Next he opened his heavy belt buckle and opened his button fly with one pull and wiggled out of them. (I thought it made him look like a girl getting out of a girdle.) He was left with camo shorts. Cute. He looked at me. "Hey cutely, want to grab the bottoms and pull?"
I volunteered happily. His upper, mighty thighs had some fine dark hair, especially on the inner thighs. I grabbed some fabric and pulled. It was like an unveiling. He had heavy duty equipment. His big, fat, long cock lay on a baseball size ball sac. His pubic hair was naturally contained neatly with a straight line on top and full splay around the base of his cock. His balls were hairless.
"I going to listen to your heart and check your lungs," Jack said, grasping the naked giant by his massage shoulder.
"Good babe, if my heart beats fast, it's because of you."
Can you imagine? Who would have thought?
While Jack was doing his thing, I saw that Harry's flesh bat was taking an interest. It was thickening to amazing heft before my eyes. Harry's big paw went down to it and pulled it up off his balls. I guess it was sticking. We've all had that.
Jack said in a careful voice, "Stand up fellow, I have to do a testicular cancer check."
"Sure Babe, but not too much handling, I get hard real easy."
When Jack took hold of the big sac, Harry's tongue tip slipped out and his eyes squinted. "I'm real sensitive there. If you keep squeezing gentle, I can come this way, but you better have a bucket ready."
Jack was having a ball -two balls--actually. He called to me, "Do you want to do the prostate?"
"Do I?" I said emphatically, but then corrected myself, saying, "I do."
"Oh shit, the kid's going for my ass. I'm getting hotter by the moment. Boy, before you go in, give me a good kiss so that at least we're friends."
He had the most wonderful lips, thick and red. Behind them were his large, white, perfectly shaped teeth. This was a rough beauty, one of those gorgeous types you see in passing a construction site, but now this infinitely sexy guy's ass was mine. But, he asked for a kiss, wow, I've really never kissed a guy before. Sure I gave a peck on George's cheek, but this was serious stuff.
I put an arm around his bull neck and pulled him close. He sighed loudly and cutely. He was getting into a romantic mood. Who's ever think? We mutual closed the space between our lips. I peeked at him through slat eyes, his lips were poohed out. Oh how he wanted that contact. I closed the gap and electricity crackled between us. His arms went around me and he squeezed hard, I loved it. The contrast between the hardness of his embrace and the hot softness of his manly lips was so unbelievably exciting. Our lips burned each other. His large muscular tongue took possession of my mouth. He conquered my tongue. I held on to him limply, my cock hard, my balls roiling. It was one supreme moment.
Dimly I heard Jack saying, "The prostate exam, let's do it."
I moved away, grabbed a pair of rubber gloves and told the big guy to get on the table on his elbows and knees. He smiled broadly and said, "I knew you wanted me. I ready to be funked. I'm wanting to be funked. Fuck me, please."
I put on the gloves. Harry was in position. He was mewling with anticipation. As soon as my smart finger began a palpation of his prostate, he began heavy sighing. "Oooow, Keep it up and I'll spill."
In a moment his body went into action. He began fucking the air and finally reached for his pulsing cock and worked it. With a hoarse shout the tough guy came in heavy spurts.
Jack advised that the stuff will wear off in about ten minutes and he wanted to get a urine and blood sample. He got the blood, but Harry's giant cock wouldn't subside enough for him to give a piss sample. Jack shrugged. We'll get it another time.
The next day Billy Easton was the patient. Billy was probably the youngest in the joint, 22. He was in for embezzlement, so the guard didn't cuff him or worry about him being violent, but the boy was sullen and totally uncooperative until he had a taste of our brew.
It was heartwarming to see the smile spread across his face as the sex herbs and happy stuff coursed through his veins. "You guys are go hot. I hope we can get it on soon. I haven't cum in over a week and my balls are singing to me."
I didn't take up a conversation with him. I did what Jack was about to do and ordered him to undress. Oh man, I love this job. He was too cute to live. Here was the naked kid, perfect skin, dangling cock, curly heavy pubes and thick underarm hair. All was great and great to look at. On top of that, he was erected to a nice slim, curved seven inches...and it was flexing at us.
As soon as Jack began his stethoscopic examination, Billy, the devil kept massaging my boss's junk. Pretty soon he had pulled the string on Jack's shrug pants and the they fell down to his ankles exposing his hot legs.
"No underwear. Nice," breathed Billy and swooped down and began licking Jack's dick. Jack's eyes closed in pleasure and his lips puffed out in a frozen kiss as Billy did his magic. Jack motioned for me to come closer and as he was getting blown, he began a soft massage of my own cock. This was all nice and I knew that I would spew in a minute from just being there. Jack began humping Billy tender, young lips in preparation to delivering the goods. When he howled, I shot. Billy came as well, soaking our examining paper.
Finally Jack said, "You seem healthy, you can go back to your cell now."
And so it was for us. We only used the Happy Drink when we thought we had a recalcitrant patient, but sometime, devils that we were, we used it when we had a hot boi to check out.
All went well for the medical department and Jack and I got to be friends with benefits. He taught me a lot so that I could fill in during the days he was at his regular office.
About a month ago one section holding thirty men had an emergency. The entire cell block refused to enter their cells after the afternoon rec period. They were upset because budget restrictions had ended their afternoon snack. Such big kids!
It got pretty nasty. They had three guards restraint and they were rioting, burning paper and generally kicking up a fuss. The senior guard ran into our office and warned us to lock ourselves in as we were only doors away from the ruckus.
We sat around wondering how long this would last. After three hours with no abatement, we knew this was a long term thing. Jack said, "They'll eventually give up because they must be hungry."
I snapped my fingers. "Hey don't we have dozens and dozens of those cookies?"
"Yeah," he said, his face lighting up, "Those cookies and a big urn of our Happy Drink would be appreciated, don't you think?"
We prepared the stuff and hauled it down on a Gurney. Everyone cheered at seeing us and we were treated to nice compliments about the doc and how he was almost one of them. Meanwhile I told the three guards not to partake. There was no way the rioters would share anyway.
We ladled out the drinks into paper cups and handed out the cookies. The atmosphere was like a kid's party, but it got even sweeter as the Happy Drink did its magic.
Some of the rioters had clubs made from broom handles and other tools from the workshop. You could hear the thumps and clanging as they threw them down. They used that free hand to put on arm on another inmate's shoulder and pretty soon, most of the guys were coupled up, or in three or four somes. A lot of loud moans filled the echoing passageways. Most of the guys went into the cells and fell on the beds and started to make out. Clothes were almost torn off and soon, as Jack and I walked up and down, guys were sucking and fucking. They waved happily at us as we passed.
Behind us were the three guards. As they passed an open cell door, they closed and locked it. Within fifteen minutes all the men were in their cells. Most sleeping off their sex romp.
The loudspeaker blared. "Who's hungry?"
There was a chorus of "me" and such.
"Tonight it's going to be ribs and French fries. Rest yourself until it's ready."
This day proved to be lucky for me. The Governor presented Jack and I with a medal and announced that he was remitting my sentence and putting me on ten years parole with Jack as supervisor. So, I was discharged and Jack encouraged me to go to school and become a medical assistant. We ended up working together in his private practice.
Now this practice specialized in male problems. How I looked forward to each day. We always had the Happy Drink on hand, when needed.
"Yes Jack, the Happy drink. Now you promised to tell me the secret ingredient. Why is it?"
"Now it can be told. It is pumpkin seed."
"Holy crow, I've been sipping it on occasion to relax me. I really am Tom, Tom the Pumkin eater!!"
End of story