(Author's note: No one likes to admit they spent time in prison, although a lot of people break the law and admit that. It's the getting caught that's shameful. I got caught and spent six months in The Florida Pen at Raiford for possession of cocaine with intent to distribute at a time when judges were throwing the book at criminals for such offenses. I was 21, a boy. In all I spent 14 months and three days in the Florida State Penal System. Much of this story is based on actual events. Rape happens all the time behind bars, even at minimum-security facilities. For me it started the first day I arrived at Raiford. My cellmate, a black man much stronger than me, began masturbating in my presence. The next day, through threat of physical violence, he coerced me to engage in oral and anal sex. A week later I was "riding" an inmate -- another black man -- with more political clout in the facility who could provide better protection. Some punks don't enjoy being pimped, and although I hated prison, I became good at surviving on the inside and enjoyed many of my sexual experiences. E-mail me (slamme76@hotmail.com) if you're interested in discovering what is accurate in the following story and what is not. As I stated earlier, most of the events did occur. I live in Miami and would be interested in setting and directing a simulated rape scene like those that happen in prison so others can also have the experience. E-mail me if you're interested.)
CHAPTER ONE: 'You gonna get some of this sooner or later...'
Danny stood before the judge.
"Son, due to your extensive juvenile record you leave me no other choice but to sentence you to the maximum allowed by law for involuntary manslaughter, which, in the state of Florida, is 10 years in a maximum penitentiary. Good luck to you."
Danny looked around the courtroom. His eyes ran wild. Fifty people were there, mostly supporters of the state's case. This was not the sentence Danny expected. He heard his mother gasp and looked at her, her face in her hands sobbing. The bailiff demanded silence. Danny's attorney leaned over to him.
"I'll get that cut to five," he said. "You'll be out in two with good behavior."
Two sheriff deputies stood Danny up and handcuffed him. He burned hatred for the judge, his lawyer, even his mother. The deputies escorted him from the room with his hands cuffed behind his back.
"I hope you like getting fucked up the ass by those big niggers in Rafford, boy," a woman said as he walked past.
"Fuck you," Danny said under his breath.
Fuck you... the words echoed inside his head. He hated everyone and everything right now, including the niggers up in Raiford, the ones he'd never met. He wanted to spit in the woman's face but his mouth was dry. His mind raced: Niggers. Fuck'em. They won't rape shit. He might be smallish but he could fight and he would fight, hard and smart. He told himself that.
He entered a room adjacent to the courtroom about the size of a walk-in closet. One of the officers put his hand on Danny's shoulder and instructed him to sit in a chair bolted to the floor. He did. Beside the chair was a laundry bag with his name and ID number on it. It had all the personal belongings allowed by the county jail. They cuffed his ankles to the chair and walked out. It was 4:20 p.m.
Soon Danny would become part of the Florida State penal system and its efficient process of shipping prisoners up to Rafford. Every weekday at 6 p.m., convicted felons slated for maximum-security left their respective courthouses in state-owned vans headed, almost always, north to Raiford near the small rural town of Starke.
They would arrive shackled in jump suits of various colors representing each county and file into a cinderblock building called IN-PROC. This is where Danny would in-process into the facility along with 20-to-30 other convicts from across the state.
For Danny it would be a short trip up to Raiford. From the Alachula County Court House in Gainesville, it was about a 30-minute drive to the gates of the notorious maximum-security prison. In about 90 minutes his world would change drastically.
On the van ride up to Rafford, Danny had a chance to reflect. Almost exactly one year ago it was a normal warm southern night and Danny did what he had done many times previous -- stolen a car and went joy riding with friends on country roads. He was loaded -- drunk on Old English 800 his mom left in the refrigerator. The car was a piece of shit, Danny thought, and it didn't handle well. They abused it until a tie-rod broke on the steering assembly. The boy driving was killed on impact. Danny regarded him as an idiot for his poor driving skills, although he also considered him his best friend for the past five years. The other boy was thrown from the car and paralyzed. Danny escaped with hardly a scratch. He buckled-up like he always did when someone else was driving drunk and he kept his wits about him when the car rolled. To Danny, even the family of five in the other car who died were stupid. They should have paid better attention.
Danny had previous convictions as a juvenile for burglary, trafficking stolen goods, possession of marijuana with intent to distribute, possession of drug paraphernalia, and fighting. He came from a run down trailer park. People there did these types of crimes, had these types of records. His single mother worked 70 hours a week at two jobs as a waitress to support her family of three kids. Danny had one sister and one brother, both older, both managed to stay out of trouble. Danny regarded them as square and boring. He regarded his mother as a slut and a drunk. At times she was both. She blamed herself for Danny's situation and pleaded before the judge to give her son the minimum, to spare him from Raiford. But the judge saw a pattern of "complete disregard for the rules that govern our society" and felt Danny needed a "drastic wake-up call" and so the maximum was handed down.
Danny was 19.
The state-owned van stopped at guardhouse at the main gate of Raiford. Though it was dark, the yellow floodlights that ringed the facility made it bright as day. Above the gate read a sign: "Florida State Prison -- Life Begins Anew." Atop the sign was razor wire, which ran the length of the 10-foot high fence like a Slinky for miles. Behind the fence were mostly open fields and then the buildings that made up the state pen.
The van proceeded through the gate and stopped soon after at a battleship gray cinderblock building. The van door opened to the entry point of Danny's new world. His ankles were shackled and he almost fell when he stepped from the van, but he gathered himself up and strutted a few steps to cover his clumsiness. No one actually noticed. The two other convicts who made the trip with him had their own worries. One was black and the other was a smallish Hispanic boy about 20 with soft brown skin. Danny had seen him before at the county lockup. To Danny, he looked like a pussy.
Inside the IN-PROC building, 20 fresh convicts of varying ages and sizes sat on the wooden benches that ran in rows the length of the room. All these men were black, except one older fat Hispanic man and a skinny white man. Danny looked around the room. His locked eyes for a second with a heavy-set bearded black man of about 50. Danny immediately looked away. He didn't like blacks.
The mood inside IN-PROC was serious. Each convict was shackled at the ankles, chained at the waist to which their wrists were shackled. Each convict held a laundry bag of personal belongings and a large envelope of personal papers to be filed by the staff at IN-PROC. Few spoke, and when they did it was in whispers.
After a couple hours, a large white uniformed guard named Sergeant Sodowski entered the room. He had a black crewcut and he looked like a weight lifter with about 20 pounds of fat well proportioned throughout his body. His uniform was tight and at 6'2" and 267 pounds, he towered over the seated prisoners.
"Listen up everyone," Sodowski said in a controlled loud voice. "The only words that come out of your mouth in this building is yes or no. DO YOU UNERSTAND?"
The convicts shook their heads or mumbled yeah in a low voice. Sadowski looked back at a female officer who leaned against a door jam behind him and said, "Let's try that again."
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"
Every convict now understood and answered with a "yes."
"We've got about one hour to get you in-processed and ready for the general population," Sadowski continued. "It will work like this. You will form a line against that wall and wait in an orderly fashion to have your picture taken, fingers printed, documents filed and numbers entered into the computer. You will proceed to the decontamination room or what some refer to as the pigpen. There you will take your clothes off and put them on the floor behind you at your feet. An officer will come by and take them away. You will then be sprayed with a chemical solution that kills lice and disinfects your bodies. You will stand looking forward for ten minutes at which time the showers above your heads will turn on for 30 seconds. Wash the chemical solution off your body. You will then form a line and exit the pigpen where you will dry off. Then you'll receive a brief physical examination by a doctor. If you have any known allergies or medical conditions we will need to know about them at that time. You will then be searched, given the customary orange jump suit of a new prisoner and blue tennis shoes. After that it's about a 400-yard walk up to your new homes. We'll do that at midnight."
Sadowski looked around the room glancing at each prisoner. He had made this speech more than a thousand times in his ten years as a prison guard. Now he was looking for anyone recognizable or someone who seemed agitated enough to cause trouble, but he knew IN-PROC was not normally a place for trouble. Most of these convicts were depressed and trying to cope with their fate. They were usually pliant.
He was scanning the faces when his gazed stopped on Danny. He looked at the boy for a brief second and recognized him as exceptionally pretty. The thought didn't last long before he filed it away. Then he said in his booming voice, "Gentlemen, welcome to the Florida State Prison at Rafford where life begins anew."
Sadowski commanded the convicts to stand and they did. He told them to turn to their right and they did. He told them to form a line against the wall, and they did. One by one they had their picture taken and their identifications recorded in the computer. Then, one by one they walked into a dimly lit, dingy room with moldy drains spaced evenly about five feet apart. The only light came from a few fluorescent bulbs near the ceiling on each wall. These lights seemed nearly burnt out with the ends almost black. They emitted a dull yellow hue. In the center of the room was a four-by-four foot stainless steel table bolted to the floor. Above that hanging from a thick cable bolted to the ceiling was a hoist, the type you'd see in a garage for lifting a car engine. Spaced out evenly, hanging from the ceiling were showerheads. This was the pigpen.
When Danny arrived in the pigpen ten other men, all black, were standing naked with their cloths at their feet. A female officer told Danny where to stand, to look forward and to take his clothes off. Of the things Danny despised most, being told what to do and being naked in front of strangers ranked high. He glared at the female officer, but he did what she commanded because he understood that this was not the time to cause trouble.
As he undressed he glanced briefly at the large black man to his right. This was the same bearded black face that Danny locked eyes with earlier in the receiving room. Naked, Danny got a much better look at the man. Even in the dim light, Danny could tell the man was powerfully built. He was older and had a beer belly, but his arms and legs were thickly muscled and his shoulders bulged. He looked to weigh close to 300 pounds at 5' 8". Nigger, Danny thought. The black man looked across to Danny and nodded his head. Danny looked away. Fucking nigger.
The black man let his eyes travel over Danny's naked body, drinking him in visually. By all outward appearances Danny was suburban white trash with but one exception -- he was a very beautiful boy. At about 5'10" he weighed about 140 pounds. He was lean and slender with some muscle tone, although he never worked out or played sports. His skin was most striking, nearly flawless, almost snow white with no moles, acne or freckles. His hair was sandy blond, cut to the mid-neck in a surfer style that was hip with kids his age. Under his armpits and between his legs was some hair, but aside of those areas, his body was nearly hairless. The hair on his legs and arms was soft and fine and about the same color as his skin. On his ass checks was only peach fuzz. On his face, only a few patches of beard, which he shaved once a week. He was just about as naturally smooth as a boy could be and would likely stay that way for along time.
His face Nordic -- thin and narrow with blues eyes -- but his lips were full and pouty like a girl's. His legs and arms were thin but had a slight muscle tone and his butt was very round, his ass tear-dropped and it protruded behind him. Like many boys his age, he had very little body fat on his torso and his abdominal muscles were defined. Girls in high school, before he dropped out in the 11th grade, thought him cute, dreamy.
Back home he wore his clothes baggy in such a way that he appeared bigger than he really was. This gave him a feeling of toughness. Without his clothes he felt small. When he was naked, he wouldn't look at himself in a mirror. With his oversized clothes, even the oversized prison jump suit, he strode with a false confidence. He was clearly a boy who was hiding the fact that he was just that -- a boy.
After the last convict unrobed, one female officer collected the clothes from the floor while another walked up and down the rows squirting the men with a solution from a five-gallon plastic container with a pump on the top that looked like an insecticide sprayer. She instructed everyone repeatedly to close their eyes and so Danny did. When the officer came by she sprayed Danny, instructing him to hold his arms out and spread his legs. The oily solution coated his entire body including his hair. For each man the officer took extra care to spray the genital area, anus, the hair and underarms, making sure they were thoroughly soaked. Behind the officer spraying, another female officer put in the hand of each convict a wet paper towel to wipe his face and eyes.
Danny rubbed his face with the paper towel, making sure to clean completely around his eye sockets. He slowly opened to see if they would sting. They did and so he closed them. About a minute passed before Danny was ready to test opening his eyes again. When he did he saw the two female officers standing at the front of the room by a door with a window casting light on them. They were deep in conversation and one let out a cackle.
Danny looked around at the mostly muscular black behinds of the naked men in front of him. It seemed everyone there was bigger and more muscled than he was. He suddenly felt powerless, helpless. At county lockup each convict had his own cell in which they stayed 23 hours a day unless they were scheduled for court. In county there was almost no contact between prisoners. Being in the presence of so many prisoners at once was a new experience for Danny, but feeling powerless was not. It was something he felt often many years ago one summer when he was 14. An experience he wouldn't let himself think about now. One he was so embarrassed of he still occasionally had panic attacks.
His gaze continued to drift around the room until he looked to his right. It was the bearded black man. Again he looked at Danny. Their eyes locked. For a split second Danny thought the man's face kind, fatherly. For a second he thought this man could be a friend. The bearded black man nodded and his gaze traveled over Danny's young, beautiful ivory body. Danny looked down and away but something he heard made him look back at the man.
Between the man's legs hung a massive penis and huge bull balls. The bearded black man was stroking it with the oily solution that was just sprayed on him and it was making a slight squishing noise. Danny was momentarily stunned and angry. The black man's cock was massive. Danny looked forward again, but something about the man's cock made Danny look again after just a few seconds. He tried to make out just how big it was in the dark. It was massive. He stopped looking and stared straight ahead again. He wasn't going to look over anymore.
The bearded black man knew this was likely the biggest cock this pretty white boy had every laid eyes on. As he stroked it, it became fatter but wasn't completely hard yet. The bearded black man knew from experience that, although his massive cock wasn't hard, he could still penetrate a boy's ass with it in its current state if he squeezed it at the base and pushed all the blood towards the head. Once he pushed it past a boy's pussy hole he knew it would become harder and bigger and his balls would fill with cum. When his balls pressed several times rhythmically against a boy's ass it was the switch that made him start pumping harder and faster towards completion. Of all the things the bearded black man hated about prison -- being told what to do, when to eat and sleep -- fucking punks in the ass and mouth almost made it okay. The best feeling in the world for him was feeling his huge cock swimming in its own cum inside a whimpering punk's ass. Sure enough, the only thing he loved more than pounding a boy's mouth was pounding a boy's pussy and this white boy he was looking at was about the finest he'd ever seen on the inside. Sure, he'd fucked a couple pretty white boys on the outside, but outside it took patience and money. In prison $3 got him a blowjob, $5 and he could fuck a boy's mouth and ass for an hour.
Danny continued to look forward. For him, the bearded black man's cock was the first black cock he'd ever seen hard outside the pornos. He noticed in the pornos that the black men seemed to have the biggest cocks. This man's cock looked as big as anything he'd seen on the pornos. In person it actually looked bigger. His balls were three times the size of his own and the cock looked at thick as a beer can.
Danny began to recall the time when he was 14. It was coming back to him, triggered unconsciously. He gave into the thoughts, the stream of events flowed through his mind like a picture show. It was a time in the trailer park on a hot summer evening when he told his mom, like he had many times before, that he was going to go ride his BMX bike around for a while.
He left out the front gate with a destination already in mind. One he had considered for a couple days. The trailer park was basic. Rows of trailers, singlewides spaced about 10 feet apart. The rows ran back about a quarter mile through what used to be a cornfield. At the end of the trailer park was wooded area. In that area was a lot with a creek running through it with several big oak trees and a doublewide sitting behind a tall wooden fence. The rumor was that the two burly, bearded, ball headed men who lived there were gay and that some nights they threw sex parties.
Danny wanted to see and rode his bike along the dirt road that ran parallel to the park until he got to the back where the men's lot was. He stashed his bike in the bushes and hid there for 20 minutes until it started getting dark. Then he crawled up to the fence and looked through a small slit between boards.
There on the deck, next to a hot tub, was a boyish man, about 25 years old, blond hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, completely shaved with a dog collar around his neck. He was on his hands and knees. Behind him, fucking his ass, was one of the burly men who lived there. He was pumping his beefy cock in and out of the boyish man's ass. The man on top pulled the boyish man's head back by collar as he rammed his hungry hole. The burly bald man pulled his cock all the way out and slapped the hole he was fucking a couple times and then crammed it back in.
"You like that, boy?" The burly man said over and over again. "You like daddy's cock in your ass?"
Danny watched for 10 minutes when the second man came out of the trailer's sliding glass door. His cock was hard and he was stroking it. He strode up to the boyish man and crammed his dick balls deep into his mouth and pulled it out, then crammed it back, doing this over and over again. With each pump the boyish man let out a quiet, but deep gulping moan as he consumed the man's cock. This went on for another 10 minutes. Danny was mesmerized but he knew he had to leave soon, that his mother might start calling out for him. He stepped backwards slowly and knocked over a stack of bricks set there for landscaping. It made a loud noise. The men stopped pumping and ran to the fence. Danny was already in full flight.
By the time the two men saw him, he was across the road and to his bike. They watched over the fence as Danny raced off. They recognized him as a trailer park kid and started laughing.
That night Danny lay in his bed. He could not stop thinking about what he saw: the two burly men pounding the smaller, smoother, slightly effeminate man's ass and mouth. Danny's cock became hard. He masturbated and immediately after cumming, swore to never think about the incident again. But the very next day he told his mom he was going to go ride his BMX bike and went back to the men's trailer and again sneaked up to the fence and watched through the same opening as the night before. The two men were outside in the evening's warm summer air, naked. Their cocks were big, plumped by the heat and their balls hung low. The boyish man was not around.
Danny watched the men as they strode around the deck, watering plants, fixing and picking up things. Their muscular bodies glistened in the humid night air. One wore work boots, the other basketball sneakers and a ball cap. One sat down in a lawn chair on the deck with his legs spread wide directly across from Danny. He glanced at the portion of fence where Danny was and Danny scampered away and hid, staying still and quiet. After about a minute he crawled back to the fence and peeked through again and saw the burly man stroking his thick erect meat, rubbing his bull balls and pinching his nipples. Danny became hard. The man looked up, this time making eye contact with Danny, or so Danny thought.
Again Danny retreated back, crouched down and stayed still. Then he went back up to the fence and peered through. This time he couldn't make out what he was seeing. It looked like hair. It was hair. It was a man's leg. Danny felt a hand on the back of his shirt collar pulling him up. Danny yelled out but the man's second hand found the waistband of his jeans and pulled him over the fence and dropped him in a heap on the deck. The other man ran over. He was at their feet.
"What do we have here," said one man. "Didn't I see you here last night?"
The two men knew the boy would come back and were not surprised to see him at their feet. In fact, they knew soon after Danny arrived that he was there. Their cocks were eye-level to Danny and he couldn't help looking at them, almost studying their size and shape. They were so much bigger and different looking than his, plumper, thicker, more veins, bigger balls. His penis began to grow.
The men asked him if he wanted to get in the hot tub. Danny got up and moved in that direction. The men started laughing. They told him to take his clothes off, that it was okay and that he'd like being naked. They saw Danny's hard-on and began touching him.
For the next six months Danny returned to the men's trailer a couple times a week. Through their guidance he became an expert at swallowing cock and enormous dildos. The same was true about his ass. The two men were impressed, enjoyed and even encouraged the growth of his talents, sometime in a forceful manner. But mostly they just encouraged the boy to take more and more. They talked to Danny at length about what would happen if he told anyone. They told him people would make fun of him. They would call him sissy, pussy, bitch. But telling anyone was the furthest from Danny's mind. Every day that he came to the men's trailer meant hours of porn, dildos and something the men called poppers. At the time, he like it, though he'd never admit that, not even to himself, not even now after all these years.
Then one day, unannounced, the burly men moved. Gone in the night. The park was wild with speculation. Rumors ran rampant. Some said the cops took them away. Some said they raped children. The whole time during this period, Danny was frightened, scared someone would find out. When friends came up and said, "Hey, guess what I heard," he always thought it was going to be about him and what he did at the men's trailer.
But it never happened. A year later and he was still considered dangerous, unpredictable and tough by kids at school -- not a fag or a pussy boy. He was not afraid to fight anyone. In fact, his stature as a troublemaker grew the year after the men left the park. He picked several storied fights with bigger, stronger kids and won. Danny was straight. He knew it and no one even thought to question it.
Back in the dimly lit room the guards called the pigpen, Danny's gaze went back to the bearded black man's cock one last time. He gazed at it for a second. It was huge. His gaze traveled up, over the man's beer belly and to his face. The bearded black man continued to run his eyes over Danny's young, beautiful ivory body. Then he noticed the boy looking at him.
"You want a taste of this black cock, white boy?" the man said in a whisper.
Danny looked away. He was embarrassed and pissed. He looked up and glared back at the man's face. He wasn't going to suck cock much less a nigger's. He was sure of that much. He knew he was puny compared to most here, but he would put up a fight, he would out smart them, he would figure out a plan, and he wouldn't suck anyone's dick and he would never let anyone fuck him in the ass again. He would kill someone first. He looked straight ahead. He could hear the bearded black man stroking himself and he could see his arm moving up and down in his periphery. After about five minutes he heard a grunt followed by a spattering of seamen landing on the concrete floor at his feet. It made a small echo. One man in front of Danny looked back and then ahead again.
Danny looked over one last time, his eyes burning hate. He wanted to punch the nigger in the balls, but he was afraid. The nigger was lucky the guards were around, he thought. The black man thought, the boy was lucky the guards were around.
"You gonna get some of this sooner or later, boy," the man said, squeezing the last few drops of seamen out of his penis and on to the floor. "Sooner or later you gonna ride."
CHAPTER TWO: ' Fuck you, bitch! '
It was standard procedure for the ranking officer at IN-PROC to make the bedding assignments for the first night in any of the blocks. After that first night, the sergeant of the Block, in this case H-Block, would decided whom and where new prisoners would bunk. For Danny this meant Sadowski would determine where and with whom he would spend his first night in prison. After that, the sergeant of H-Block, where Danny was headed, would make those decisions.
Sadowski paired Danny with the Hispanic boy, whose name was Rob. They had said very little to each other previously. That didn't change. When they were led to their cell it was a little after 12 o'clock and H-Block was mostly dark and quiet. It was routine for new prisoners to hold at IN-PROC until late so they wouldn't cause a disturbance when they entered facility for the first time.
But when Danny and Rob were led to their cells in the dark, some prisoners awoke. The guard who led the pair to their temporary cell told the inmates to settle down, but it was no use. Immediately they heard the taunts.
"I'm going to fuck that ass, white boy"
"Damn, check out that fine Latin pussy."
"I hope you boys like sucking dick."
It went on the entire length of the second floor wing until they reached their cell at the very end. The two boys walked in and the door was locked behind them. Danny climbed on the top bunk. Rob went back to the cell door and peered out. He heard a black voice next door.
"Hey, what's your name?"
An open hand came round the side and through the bars reaching for a handshake. Rob shook the hand.
"I'm Rob."
"Hey, Rob. I'm Dyane, but everyone calls me Stacks," the voice said. "If you'all need anything, let me know. They got you any toilet paper over there?"
Rob looked around in the dim light and discovered there was none. He came back to the bars.
"No. There's none."
"Here, take some of mine," the voice said and the hand came back with about three feet of toilet paper. "Here you go. How about soap? You need some soap? Do you smoke?"
Rob went to check on soap. The voice sounded friendly and he just wanted someone to talk to. Soap wasn't a big concern, neither were cigarettes, but he just needed something to take his mind off what was happening to him.
Rob's situation wasn't unlike Danny's. He drove a get-away-car during a 7-Eleven hold up. He had an extensive juvenile record of non-violent crimes, but that early morning when he drove the get-a-way car, someone got killed. The stick-up man shot the cashier.
"Here, here's a smoke," the voice said to Rob, handing over a lit cigarette. "What's your friend's name? Does he smoke."
"No," Danny said gruffly.
"Well you better learn," the voice said.
Rob and the black man began to talk. Danny looked down from the top bunk. He didn't listen to the conversation below him. He couldn't stop thinking about the bearded black man. Before standing naked in the pigpen he told himself there was no way he would get raped, that something like that couldn't happen to him, but after seeing how many men were so much bigger and stronger than he was, the idea that he'd be surrounded and attacked seemed possible. He still thought it was a situation that he could avoid with smarts or control if it happened.
He thought more about the bearded black man and his enormous penis and balls and the amount of sperm he shot on the floor in front of him. It seemed like a lot. In the porns some men shot big loads. He thought of the black man as an animal, his cock and balls like a bull's, not really human. He stopped thinking about it, but after a while his thoughts returned to the man's cock, it's size, its heft, its color, the sperm coming out of it.
He wondered if he could even fit it in his mouth much less suck it like the girls do in the pornos. Then he thought about fitting it in his ass. He reached under him, through the front of the jump suit and moved his hand between his ass cheeks. There he found the tight hole. It was the first time in years he'd fingered himslef, the first time since the men in the trailer park showed him how. He stopped. He knew taking the bearded black man's penis would be the equivalent to sticking nearly his entire fist in his ass. No way, he thought. He wasn't going to become that again. He was not that anymore. He pulled his hand out of his pants. Never again.
Danny dozed on and off through the night. Most of the time he thought about how to avoid being rape and what he'd do if it happened, if he got cornered, how he would fight hard. He knew most the men could overpower him so he was determined to stay out of situations where he might get cornered.
Below him the black voice next door and Rob continued to smoked and talked through the night. By 6 a.m., Danny thought Rob made real friend. Suddenly a bell rang and slowly H-Block came to life. After just a few minutes it became a hive of activity and noise. The black voice told Rob to step away from the door and he did. About 10 seconds later things quieted down to almost silence and then suddenly a buzzer sounded and the door slid open and the noise level went back up again. Rob stood at the door's entrance. Danny jumped down from the bunk. Rob poked his head out. There was plenty of noise but no one came out of their cells.
Then another bell rang and everyone stepped out to a blue line painted on the floor of the wing. The noise level rose even louder this time. Danny and Rob stepped out of their cell. When the prisoners saw them the catcalls started the same as the night before but just many more.
Rob looked over in the direction of the black voice and saw two enormous black men standing next to him. They were muscled and stood close to six feet. These were the men he saw on TV working out with weights in the yard. They were both more than 230 pounds each, one slightly bigger than the other. The one closest looked over and said hello. From his voice Rob could tell it was Stacks. The catcalls were coming heavy. The decibel level was that of a rock concert. Stacks looked over at Rob.
"Don't worry about that," he said. "You're with me. Anyone give you any trouble, you're with me. You too white boy. Any trouble, tell them you're with Stacks and Buffalo. They'll leave you be."
"Thanks," Rob said sincerely. "Thanks a lot."
Danny didn't say anything. He looked straight ahead, but he felt a little better knowing that these two enormous black men had his back. It gave him a momentary sense of confidence.
Two guards walked down the wing counting heads. When they got to the end where Rob and Danny were, the one counting said loudly, "and two new prisoners!" to which the inmates went wild with the catcalls. A non-stop barrage of sexual insults and descriptions of what would happen to them and how it would happen filled the air. It was like a high school cafeteria times ten.
The guard looked at a clipboard and then looked at Danny and Rob.
"After breakfast you will return to this cell," he said. "Got it?"
They shook their heads. The guard said something into a radio and a second buzzer went off releasing the prisoners for breakfast. They began filing in a semi-orderly fashion down the wing and towards the Chow Hall.
In the Chow Hall, Danny and Rob found no respite from the noise or the catcalls. A chow hall in prison is a dangerous place. There are steel forks, spoons and butter knives, but at Raiford, as with many prisons, two guards walked a parameter catwalk above with riffles and four more walked amongst the convicts with stun guns and clubs. Danny felt safe.
But the guards couldn't stop the catcalls. When in close proximity to other prisoners, sexual insults were hurled at the boys in lowered voices. A black man grabbed his ample package and asked Danny if he wanted a piece. Danny looked away.
"Oh shit! We got one here!" the man yelled.
Danny looked across the sea of prisoners and saw Sergeant Sadowski towering above them. Even in the din it gave him comfort to see a familiar face. Saddowski locked eyes with Danny and, while looking directly at him, picked up his radio, said a few words into it and then returned to scanning the Chow Hall.
Danny and Rob went through the line and were served by other inmates. They too leered at the boys and gave them a few words of advice about how to suck cock or "relax when they stick it in you."
Danny and Rob didn't know where to sit. Danny walked with his tray to where Saddowski was standing and sat a few rows away. Rob followed. Soon three white tattooed inmates joined them. They were white supremacists and they began crowding the two boys.
"You two lovers?" one asked, looking at Rob and Danny. "I'd like to fuck you in the ass while you make out with your girl friend. Maybe you can make out while we all fuck you in the ass?"
"No, no, no," another said. "That'll never work. There's four of us here. We need their mouths!"
Saddowski walked up. He put his boot between one of the white supremacists and Rob.
"Why don't you give these guys a little room," he said, still scanning the chow hall.
The white supremacists slid down and started having their own conversations. Saddowski stayed near. It gave both the boys comfort, but Danny knew Saddowski wouldn't always be around. He saw too many nooks and cranny's where a boy could be dragged away and raped if he wasn't careful. But still, Saddowski's towering presence made him feel better.
About halfway through his breakfast, Danny heard a clamor at the entrance to the chow hall. It was a woman. She was in the blue jump suit of a trustee. It was unzipped to her waist and under she wore a tight lycra dress with horizontal stripes of different shades of blue and brown. Several prisoners whistled. She ignored it. She was scanning the Chow Hall. She saw Saddowski and they locked eyes for a split second. Saddowski looked over at Danny and Rob and nodded. She smiled and walked briskly towards them.
She was white, but her face had Italian features. She had big white teeth and blond hair that went past her shoulders pulled into a ponytail near the top of her head. She wore make up that made her features standout. She was beautiful and she was making a beeline for Rob and Danny, smiling at them. She came right up and greeted them. She paid close attention to Danny sitting next to him, leaning on her elbow and looking up into his face.
"Hi, what's your name? I'm Trina," she said and she stuck out her hand, palm facing down.
She sounded like a Southern Bell. Danny reluctantly gripped her hand. Rob reached around and did the same.
"I just wanted to welcome you and tell you if there's anything you need come by my cell and if I'm not there then I'll definitely be at Marlo's," she said, gazing at Danny's face, caressing him with her eyes. He looked away, pretending to be angry. She smiled and then looked back up at him again sheepishly. "If you need directions just ask anyone. Everyone here knows me. I'm famous."
By this time both Danny and Rob figured Trina for a cross dresser. There were about 30 cross dressers in the population of 750 but none looked as good as Trina. Aside from her amazing head of hair and deep brown eyes, she had a very feminine body, voice and mannerisms. Her ass was plump and round and she had a natural shake when she walked. Her legs were long, like a girl's and her lips full. Her stomach was chiseled hard and slender from sit-ups. Her skin was olive brown. She shaved her entire body except her head but was mostly smooth even without shaving.
Trina had a beautiful figure, but she also had skills. Trina could deep throat the biggest cocks in H-Block to the balls and she could take the biggest dicks deep in her pink hole for hours. She loved most of the tricks she turned, which were usually one, sometimes two a day. Her man, Marlo, who was the most powerful faction leader in Raiford, set them up. Trina was prime meat and she fetched $10 for a blowjob, $20 for 30 minutes of ass and mouth. Once she fetched $100 for a full night with two men. The agreement was they got to double fuck her in the ass. She told Marlo she felt up to the challenge. Both men were black and hung like bulls. Trina sucked them both and let them take turns ramming her "hot little pussy", as he liked to call it.
Then it was time. The bigger of the two men laid on a blanket on the floor with his giant erect tool pointing to the ceiling. Trina faced away from him and sat on it. The second man kneeled in front of her, grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, leaning her back, pushing her knees into her chest and exposing her tender pink hole with one enormous black cock already stuffed in it. He then straddled the other man's legs and began pushing his cock into Trina's pussy. Both cocks were hard and bloated. Her cock -- shaved, plump and hard -- was rolling around on her stomach. She pulled her balls up when the top man began to enter. Her eyes were wild with anticipation. It was tight but the man on top pushed in and held it balls deep while Trina squirmed and moaned. It hurt, but the pleasure-pain was something she enjoyed.
When the two men began pumping, Trina wouldn't last long. She began stroking her hard cock until she came on her smooth chest. The two black men filled her ass with hot cum. She laid their exhausted, two cocks inside her for 10 minutes. Thirty minutes later she was taking their cocks again. High on methamphetamine, she went all night, each man and Trina cumming over and over again.
She couldn't turn an ass trick for two weeks after and Marlo wouldn't allow her to be double fucked again because of the lost revenue.
While leaving the Chow Hall, Trina waved to a few of the guards and a few men who seemed members of her fan club. She took it all very well. Before she walked out she gave one last long look back at Danny. They locked eyes. She smiled, giggled and waved. He waved back, but he didn't mean to and stopped halfway through, but it was too late. The Chow Hall went wild.
After they finished breakfast, Danny and Rob went back to the temporary cell. Buffalo and Stacks were already next door. They had a couple blankets hung on the bars for privacy. As the inmates began to file back into H-Block the noise level rose quickly and soon was deafening again.
Stacks stuck his head in and asked in Rob and Danny if they wanted to come over and play cards. Rob said okay and walked into the men's cell. Danny declined and climbed on to the top bunk, laid on his stomach and looked out the cell onto the bottom floor of H-Block. There were men below walking around, gesturing, talking loud or yelling. It was too much for Danny and he closed his eyes.
Next door, Rob and Stacks sat on stools next to the bottom bunk where Buffalo lay on his side. Stacks dealt hands of 21. After a half dozen hands he asked Rob if he wanted a cigarette, holding out a package. Rob took one and Stacks lit it. It didn't take long for Stacks to put his plan into action. The cum had been welling in his balls for days. He needed to release it into a pussy hole soon. Stacks was sincerely surprised how gullible some of these young men were and in his mind he believed that some wanted an excuse to be raped. He had seen some boys take a beating, fighting the entire time with an erection.
"So, how you going to pay for all those cigarettes you smoked last night?" Stacks said to Rob with a smile. "Not free you know."
Rob smiled. It seemed Stacks was joking.
"Na, serious. How you planning on paying 'cause I need the money like today."
Stacks wasn't joking. Rob put down his cards and tried to stand up as if to leave. His eyes darted from Stacks to Buffalo. Stacks put his hand on Rob's shoulder and pushed him back down onto the stool. He looked at him.
"I don't have any money," Rob said. "I just got here. How do I get money? When I get some I'll pay you. I swear. "
Buffalo spoke up.
"No," he said. "We're going to need that money today, right now."
"But I don't have any money. Please, I..."
Stacks stood up slowly and walked behind Rob. He took his shirt off exposing his muscular hairless chest and began rubbing his pecks. Rob looked behind him and then back to Buffalo. He wanted to plead, to beg, but somehow he knew it had gone beyond that. Behind Stacks, Rob could hear the din outside. He could scream and no one would hear him. Stacks stepped closer to him. With Rob looking blankly at the ground at his feet, Stacks pushed his crotch against the back of the boy's head. He put his hand on top of Rob's skull, ran his fingers through the boy's fine hair, then he reached around the right side of his face and pulled it onto his now bulging pants.
"This is how you going to pay for it, faggot," Stacks said. "This is how."
Buffalo, who was bigger and stouter than Stacks, rolled up to a sitting position on the bunk and also took his shirt off. This is how it always started. First Stacks would start the ball rolling, then Buffalo would join in soon after. Both men could become violent if their prey didn't cooperate. Sometimes they became violent anyway. This was normally the point where things began to heat up.
Both men w ere thickly muscled. Buffalo had lighter skin than Stacks and was a little bigger. Buffalo pulled Rob's face away from Stack's pants and onto his chest. He rubbed the boy's face into his enormous pectoral muscles and on his nipples. He could feel a little bit of boy stubble against his hairy pecks and liked it.
"Open your mouth, bitch," Buffalo said, roughly grabbing a fist of the boy's hair. "Come on, what do you think this is? Suck my nipples, boy. Come on now."
Stacks pulled his cock out. It was long and his bull balls hung very low. He pulled Rob's head by the hair from Buffalo's chest and told him to open his mouth. When Rob did, Stacks pushed his cock in. Buffalo kept his hand on the back of Rob's head and began pressing it onto Stack's erect cock. As Stacks' manhood rammed into Rob's open mouth a strange thought occurred to Rob: "I guess this is why they call it giving head."
Stacks' cock was forced to the back of Rob's mouth where it stopped. Robbed gagged and Buffalo pushed harder on the boy's head. Suddenly Stacks meaty head pushed past Rob's throat and the boy gagged. Buffalo kept pushing until Rob was ready to throw up. Then Buffalo pulled him off by the hair. Rob gasped for air.
"Damn you an expert at that," Stacks said to Buffalo, referring to his friends uncanny ability to predict the moment before a boy puked.
"I don't want to clean up some bitch's vomit," Buffalo said.
Buffalo stood on the left of Rob and dropped his pants. His cock was a little shorter than Stacks' but much, much thicker. When Stacks turned Rob's head to take Buffalo's meat, Rob was shocked at its size. Stacks pushed Rob's face towards it and Rob bobbed to avoid it. Stacks stepped back and slapped Rob in the back of the head with an open hand. Rob's ears rang. Stacks slapped him again, this time knocking him out of the stool.
"Suck it bitch! What do you think this is?" Stacks said.
Rob crawled back to the stool. He couldn't open his mouth wide enough but Buffalo used his cock to pry the boy's jaw muscles lose and stuffed his meat inside, stretching the boy's lips to the limit. In a way the thickness of Buffalo's cock was good for Rob because it was physically impossible at this point in the rape to get it down Rob's virgin throat, although Stacks and Buffalo tried. They pushed his head down on to it until he was ready to throw up and then they'd pull him off by the hair. They twisted his head from side to side, pushing down with both hands, trying to get Buffalo's thick meat past his throat, but nothing worked. Rob noticed that Stacks' cock was easier to devour after being force fed Buffalo's. The darker man's long cock with a big mushroom head slid all the way in, the head pushing past his throat, the big bull balls dangling below his chin. Rob would look up at Stacks, his mouth full of cock, because Stacks told him to.
After about 15 minutes of pounding his face, Rob's eyes were tearing up. Thick slobber was coming from his mouth. His nose was full of it and he sniffed it down and swallowed it. Often, when one man pulled Rob's head off the other's cock, a long strand of spit hung from his mouth to the tip of the other's cock. Between turns, there was only a few seconds when Rob's mouth wasn't full. He took that time to gasp for air and look around the room for an escape or rescue by someone, taking deep panicked breaths even as the other man's cock was entering his mouth again. He was like a swimmer coming up for air and going back down. Each man periodically offered sincere words of encouragement to boy below.
"Come on boy, just a little farther," and, "Damn, boy you got a sweet mouth," the later said while they arched their backs going for maximum penetration. To them it was a game, a contest to see who could work the boy's mouth the best. Soon they would play the same game with his ass. For Stacks, that would be soon. He loved boy ass, loved fucking a boy from behind and watching and feeling his cock slide into a tight hole centered between two round butt cheeks. He heard some say that rape was about power, but he swore, for him, it was because he loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of a boy's pussy. To him, he liked a boy's pussy better than a girl's but he kept that to himself.
Stacks had been eyeing Rob's ass for the past several minutes. He had enough. He needed to tap some boy ass and so he grabbed Rob by the waist of his jump suit and stood him up out of the stool. The boy's mouth came off of Buffalo's cock and Stacks pushed him back down telling him to get Buffalo's meat back in his mouth. He pulled Rob's arms behind his back and pulled the top of his jump suit off. He rubbed the boy's smooth chest while he pushed his cock up and between the kid's butt crack. He pulled Rob's pants and underwear down and removed the jump suit from around his ankles and threw it in a corner. Rob was now completely naked except for his blue sneakers. Stacks walked over to a sink and picked up a small plastic jar of Vaseline. He came back to Rob's rear, the boy's mouth still being rammed by Buffalo, and told him to spread his legs wide. He looked at Rob's hole. It was covered with fine black hair but he could see its pink opening. Stacks spread his brown cheeks wide and then slapped the hole hard. It stung.
"Damn that's a sweet hole, boy," Stacks said. "Damn Buffalo, look at this bitch's pussy."
"I'm trying to get down the bitch's throat," Buffalo said, seriously perplexed as to why his cellmate would not notice the obvious circumstances for his refusal to look at the boy's hole.
Stacks and Buffalo eyed each other straight faced for a second as if to fight and then let out a laugh and high-fived over Rob's back. They were good friends and would remain so on the outside for many years, getting into trouble and having fun. For them, this was fun, a way to past time in prison. Later in their lives, raping bitches would land them back in jail, except later the bitches would be girls and instead of a prison cell, they would rape in the back of their blue Chevy van.
But that was much later. Right now Stacks was looking to plow Rob's hole. He began coating his cock with Vaseline. He rubbed Rob's pussy in a circular motion. Rob, with Buffalo's cock crammed in his mouth and the big man's hands wrapped around his head, tried in vain to look over his shoulder to see what was going on behind him. Stacks lined up the head of his long black cock on Rob's pussy. He pushed past the tight opening. Rob, with Buffalo's cock still buried in the back of his mouth, let out a muffled yell for help. When Stacks felt the boy's warm hole around the head of his cock he couldn't stop. He forced it all the way in, his low hanging balls dangling just below Rob's.
Buffalo held Rob's head with both hands and leaned back, thrusting his hips forward still trying to break past the boy's tight throat. With Rob screaming, his throat vibrated open, giving way to Buffalo's meat. Buffalo buried his cock ball's deep. Both men pulled their respective ends of the boy on to their cocks, stretching out slightly his torso. They enjoyed the feeling of being all the way in a warm, tight hole for the first time in a couple days. Rob could barely breath. He needed air badly or he was going to pass out. He was trying to breathe around Buffalo's cock and through his nose but he barely could. He could breathe around Stacks' cock, but Buffalo's was to thick.
"You bite or fight it I'll fucking choke you with this black cock until you dead bitch and then I'll fuck your limp, lifeless body," Buffalo said.
It was something he had said many times before and he enjoyed saying it. In all, Stacks and Buffalo rapped weaker men and boys sometimes as much as two times a week using the same scam. Offering cigarettes, toilet paper, soap, conversation, protection and trust. Then they demanded pay back immediately. Because their cell was located next to the temporary cell, they almost always had first shot at new prospective punks. Stacks was the smarter, the smoother talker and so Buffalo just sat back and let Stacks work his game.
Danny sat up in bed when he heard the muffled screams coming from next door. He lay back down. He dare not look over to see what was going on. He lay there, paralyzed with fear, not knowing what to do. Down on the ground floor there seemed to be controlled chaos. Different groups huddled based on race talking loudly, pushing each other, gestating. There was no one there to help. He thought about running but he didn't know where to go. He saw the girl from the Chow Hall walk by.
Meanwhile, in the cell next door, Stacks was settling into a rhythm on Rob's ass, his tool coated with Vaseline, shit and blood, when he remembered the other pretty boy was sitting next door.
"Go get the other bitch," he said to Buffalo.
"Oh yeah," Buffalo said and walked away from Rob, his cock pulling out of the boy's throat, dangling between his legs, wet and dripping with slobber.
Gasping for air, Rob finally had a chance to look over his shoulder. In a way he was surprised to see the muscular black man standing so close, grabbing his hips and slowly working his tool deep into his virgin asshole. He had not learned to like it yet and wouldn't for weeks, but he didn't want to shout out or scream again. He wanted Buffalo to get the drop on Danny so Danny could split the chore of being raped.
Buffalo pulled his jump suit on and stepped into some slippers. His giant cock pushed the jump suit forward like a tent and Rob's slobber made the crotch wet. He peeked out the opening of the cell. The coast was clear. He stepped around the side and into Danny's cell. Danny sat up. Buffalo moved swiftly, grabbing Danny by the hair and pulling him off the bunk and onto the concrete floor. He grabbed Danny around the neck with both hands and squeezed his airway shut. Danny kicked but the more powerful man dragged him to the next door cell. He threw him on the floor next to Rob. Danny grabbed at his throat and gasped for air. Stacks was hitting Rob's once-tight hole hard, asking the boy if he liked it. He picked up the pace, his powerful abdomen, thighs and balls making an audible slapping noise against Rob's smooth ass. Stacks leaned back at the end of a deep pump when he noticed Danny at his feet. He pulled his cock out of Rob's ass.
"Come here bitch," Stacks said to Danny, his cock with several small specks of shit on it. "Suck this cock, boy."
"Na, I'm breaking this one in," Buffalo said, already naked and headed towards Danny with his massive cock pointing at him.
Danny could think of nothing to do. He was paralyzed with fear. He got up quickly as if to fight the two men. They laughed. It was pathetic and Danny knew it. He turned to run like a football star dodging a lineman, but Buffalo grabbed him around the neck again with both hands and swung him around like a farmer ringing a chicken's neck, holding him up in the air and then throwing him in a pile on the floor. Stacks and Buffalo began laughing, almost out of control, doubling over. The loved seeing the pathetic punk think he was going to get away.
"Not!" Stacks said, which sent both him and Buffalo into another laughing fit.
Danny got up quickly again and looked at the cell opening. Stacks looked at him as if to say, whatcha gonna do? He knew he'd cut the boy off in an instant. Danny knew it too. Danny looked at Rob kneeled on the floor, resigned to his fate, both his ass cheeks glistening with Vaseline, the hole leaking a brownish liquid.
Buffalo walked slowly up to Danny, looked him in the eyes inches from his face, then quickly grabbed the boy again by the throat, this time pulling him down to his wet, hanging cock.
"Open up, bitch," Buffalo said.
"Na, na," Stacks said. "I'm going first on that bitch's mouth. Come on now. Deals a deal."
"Bullshit," Buffalo said. "No deal!"
Stacks and Buffalo began arguing. Buffalo's cock was in Danny's face. He wanted to punch it, but thought better of it. Stacks and Buffalo continued to argue back and forth when Stacks suggested they both stick their cocks in his mouth at the same time. Both men got close together. Buffalo put his big hands around Danny's neck while Stacks grabbed the boy by the hair.
"Open up, white bitch," Stacks said, forcing Danny's head backwards by the hair, their cocks dangling above his face.
The pressure of Buffalo's gripped around Danny's neck combined with the action of Stacks pulling his hair back forced his mouth open. The two black men chuckled for a second as they realized their cocks now dangled above Danny's open mouth. Then they got very serious again as they surveyed the work ahead of them. His mouth was very small.
Danny saw the men's cocks coming at his mouth but he didn't think he could take them both. He had experience this several times before back in the trailer park, but those men's cocks weren't this big. As the cocks pressed into his mouth he heard a voice from behind him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
It was the girl from the Chow Hall, Trina. She stood in the cell entrance, hands on each side of the opening, her slender arms bent, her hips thrust to one side.
"That one right there belongs to Marlo," she said, pointing at Danny. "He's coming with me."
Both men stopped. They looked at Trina in disbelief.
"Na, na," Stacks said. "These bitches ours."
"No, these bitches not yours," she said. "That one, maybe, but the white boy comes with me. I speak for Marlo and Marlo says the white bitch is his. You're lucky he doesn't claim both... hmmm, and by the looks of that little Latin tramp, he just might.'
She walked in between the two men and Danny. She looked down at their fully erect cocks and juicy balls.
"Oh Buffalo, you are hung like a bull... or should I say, Buffalo. Okay boys, you know who I speak for. Be realistic. No bitch is worth dying for. No bitch except me."
She pulled Danny up. The two men stepped back. Stacks was stroking his cock looking at what could have been.
"You just got lucky," he said to Danny. "Damn lucky."
"Stacks, don't be a bitch about it," Trina said with a smirk. "You still got one little whore's throat the wreck."
She pushed Danny out the entrance and walked behind him into the temporary cell. Danny was still panicked. He kept looking at the entrance to the cell, still not sure what was happening, half-expecting Stacks and Buffalo to come charging in.
"Don't worry, baby, Trina is here and everything is all right," she said. "Get your things, we're going."
"That fucking shit!" Danny yelled up to the ceiling. "That fucking shit.... talking to niggers. Fucking stupid shit. I knew that would happen."
Danny grabbed his bag. Next door he could hear Stacks and Buffalo taking turns pounding Rob's ass and mouth. Danny's rage towards Rob was burning. He hated the dumb fuck for talking to the niggers. He convinced himself that he knew better than to talk to niggers. He was glad Rob was getting raped. He felt Rob deserved exactly what Stacks and Buffalo were giving him. The thought of their cocks punishing Rob's ass and mouth and that made him happy. He liked the idea of Rob becoming a bitch. He deserved it and planned to tell everyone about it.
Danny took a few deep breaths. Slowly Danny's emotions mixed. The anger for Rob gave way to a little feeling of triumph for avoiding the rape. It grew. He felt better about what happened. He did in fact escape.
Danny and Trina walked out of the cell and past Buffalo and Stacks. Rob stood with his legs spread, feet on the ground, his arms wrapped around Stacks' waist choking on his cock. Behind him Buffalo was finishing up shaving the boy's ass with a disposable razor. Trina stopped to watch. Buffalo tossed the razor on the ground, lubricated his massive cock with Vaseline and began penetrating the boy's hole for the first time. Buffalo's thick meat was doing damage to Rob's boy ass. The kid screamed, but with Stacks holding him by the back of the head with both hands, thrusting his hips upward and burying his long tool in the boy's throat, the screams were very muffled.
"Oh, fuck that bitch's ass," Trina hooted with a smile, then looked over to Danny. "We should stay for the money shot, no?"
Danny looked in at Rob.
"Fuck you, you fucking stupid bitch!" he yelled at Rob, almost crying.
Stacks looked up from his work. Towards the end of a rape he became very serious about how it would end, how he would set things up and cum. He glared at Danny and assumed the insult was for him. He never missed a beat, keeping one hand on top of the boy's head, pluming his mouth and flipping Danny off all at the same time.
"No, let's go," Danny said to Trina, and they walked away.
CHAPTER THREE: 'Oh honey, you don't have to suck.'
Danny stepped through the cell door threshold and stopped dead in his tracks. His heart sank. Before him sat six big black men watching a fuzzy TV signal on a 27" Sony Trinitron and talking loudly. When Danny appeared they stopped everything to stared at him. These were lifers, career criminals, in and out of prison, and, like Stacks and Buffalo, savvy to institutional ways. Though they considered themselves straight on the outside, they knew that a boy's mouth and ass made a nice substitute for a woman's. Two of the men were like Stacks. Privately they enjoyed fucking boys, especially white boys, but they kept it to themselves.
Danny thought he'd gone from the frying pan and into the fire. Fuckin' Trina bitch tricked me, the thought. Back at his temporary cell he was going to be raped by two big black men, splitting the duties with Rob. Now it was looking like he would instead service six by himself. Rage welled up inside him. He wanted to kill Trina.
Trina pushed by him into the cell.
"Yeah, don't even think about it," she said to the six men. "Where's Marlo?"
"Gone," one man said, the entire group going back to watching TV.
"Gone?" she said. "Gone where?"
"Fuck if I know."
"How useless are you?" she said.
"Fuck you, bitch," the black man said back.
"Oh wouldn't you like to."
Trina grabbed Danny by the arm. He was still in shock and didn't fully comprehend what was going on around him, but he was back to liking Trina again. He did notice something other than big thugs in the cell where he was standing. It seemed home-like. There were several throw carpets on the floor, a chest of drawers with the 27" TV setting on top, and a La-Z-Boy recliner in the corner. The cell was bigger too. Designed to hold four men, it was sectioned in half by a clothesline hung near the ceiling with three big wool blankets. Trina and Danny walked through an opening in the blankets.
"This is pretty much where I live," she said, hands over her head as she spun around. "Welcome to Trina's world! Pretty sweet, eh?"
It was pretty sweet for prison. A tall aqua dresser was against the back wall. A clothesline was tied to the top and strung to a nail in the wall about three feet away. On it hung an array of lycra dresses, lingerie and kimonos. There was a circular throw carpet covering nearly the entire floor. The bed was a single with about six big pillows on it. There was even a big red exercise ball and a giant beanbag to sit on in the corner.
"Throw your stuff over there and have a seat," Trina said. "She laid down on the bed and motioned Danny over."
He sat on the corner, still holding his bag of belongings and still in shock after nearly being raped just minutes before and then seemingly almost having it happened again just seconds ago. His heart was racing. He was angry. He hated and needed someone to hate so he thought of Rob getting butt fucked, taking it like a bitch. The sounds he made were like the ones he once made back home on that back lot in the trailer park. Danny made himself stop thinking about it. He had to figure out what was going on, if he could trust Trina.
The heavy wool blankets hanging between the rooms kept some of sound out, but he could still hear the men's voices on the other side. He wasn't sure what they were saying in their heavy ghetto accents and slang. It seemed they were watching a ball game but he couldn't be sure. He was nervous about the entire situation, but he didn't want to go back to his own cell. When Trina touched his shoulder, he jumped.
"Relax, baby," she said. "They won't hurt you. They work for Marlo. They keep people inline. They keep people away from you and me. As long as I'm by your side, everything will be fine, and later you find out that when one of those stupid thugs out there is by your side, you're be fine too."
Danny sat on the bed looking straight ahead. Trina looked up at him. She was attracted to him because he was so pretty. She liked being balled by bigger, stronger men, but with boys like Danny and even cute girls, she likened herself to a lipstick lesbian. She liked to touch, lick, caress, kiss and cuddle. She pulled a cigarette from out of a pack on top of the dresser and lit it. She walked over and kneeled down between Danny's legs, put her hands on top of his knees and looked up at him.
"Okay, here's the deal," she said, waving the cigarette as she spoke . "I like you... the, the way you look, and, and I like... you know, who you are and stuff, so I wanted you to hang out with me, for us to be friends, you know?"
"Look," she started up again. "I told Marlo you were real smart and that you could help him with his college courses. Can you do that?"
"I can read and stuff, but I'm not college smart," Danny said, becoming angry now with Trina for putting him in a situation that might get him in trouble with this Marlo man. "I don't know if I can help at all."
"Okay, okay," Trina said. "Let's think. How about computers? Do you know anything, and I mean anything about computers because Marlo..."
"Yes," Danny interrupted. "I know a few things."
Danny was telling the truth. In high school he took a computer course and did well, the only A he'd ever got. It was basic Office programs he learned, but he picked it up fast and felt pretty smart.
"Oh thank God," Trina said. "I thought he was going to have to rent your ass out."
Trina laughed. Danny didn't.
"Okay, so computers," Trina said. "Great. He gets so mad at the computer lab when he does his homework. Well, that's your job then. That's what you'll do to work for Marlo. You'll probably have to run errands and pick up around here too, but that'll be your job -- know you computers, teach Marlo and no one will lay a hand on you."
Danny began to feel better, triumphant again. He did it and it was easy. Fuck those punks sucking dick. He wasn't that. He wasn't a fagot bitch. He was in prison less than a day and already he had it figured out.
"So I'll be able to walk around this fucking place and no one will lay a hand on me?" Danny asked. "No one?"
"Honey, word travels fast in here," Trina said. "In a couple hours, you'll be able to bitch slap Buffalo and Stacks. Piss in their face."
Danny shook his head. This was going to be easy. He could handle this for two years, no problem.
Suddenly things quieted down on the other side of the blankets. The TV set switched off.
"I bet that's Marlo," Trina said with a smile, giddy.
She stepped through an opening in the blankets. Danny could see the other men filing out and caught a glimpse of the man that might be Marlo. He could hear Trina saying something about computers and then a male voice said, "Okay, where's he at?"
Trina stepped through the blankets. Behind her was a big, powerful black man, He looked like a football player he was so big, but he was different than Stacks and Buffalo. His body was more athletic where Stacks and Buffalo were just big. This man looked like he could move.
"This is Marlo," Trina said, "And this is... you know what, I don't think I ever got your name."
"I'm Danny," Danny said. He stood up and stuck his hand out to Marlo. It was something his typing teacher in eighth grade told him he should do when meeting someone new.
Marlo looked at Danny's hand and then at Trina.
"Damnnnnnnnnn!" he said. "He's even polite. Okay, okay. That's good... So you know computers. That's good because I hate computers. Man, I got some homework you can get started on right away. We'll go down to the computer lab later. I've got to go but Trina will take care of you."
Trina escorted Marlo out. Danny felt a sudden sense of relief come over him. He liked the fact that Marlo seemed literate, that he spoke good English and not the ghetto slang he couldn't understand. He paced around the room. Trina was gone with Marlo. Danny laid down on Trina's bed. The sense of relief washed over him and shortly he fell sound asleep. It was the first restful sleep he'd had in more than a week.
When he awoke Danny could tell there was no one behind the blankets, and so he just lay there staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know how long he slept, but it seemed like hours. It was likely late afternoon. Suddenly Trina ran through an opening in the blanket.
"You're up," she said. "Good. Come on, you got to see this. This will make you thankful for Marlo."
Trina pulled him by the hand off the bunk. They walked briskly down the wing. Men stopped what they were doing to watch them pass. They went down to the ground floor. Men stepped aside when they saw Trina blazing a path. One older inmate tipped his baseball cap when she walked by and she took a second to smile at him.
They rounded a few corners, through a dark hallway when Danny began to hear the sound of showers. They past a guard smoking in the dark hallway. They rounded another corner. At the entrance to the showers was Stacks. He was standing with his arms crossed. When he saw Trina he motioned them past, glaring at Danny.
In the showers were about 25 naked men, mostly black, a few Hispanic and one white. They were standing in a circle three or four deep uncharacteristically quiet. The showers were running. Steam filled the air. Trina held Danny's wrist, pushing her way through, pulling Danny along. When she got near the center, there sat Rob on a plastic stool about six inches off the ground. He was naked and soaked and a few spots of brownish-red liquid pooled between his legs, diluted from the water. His mouth was being raped by one of the black men standing in the circle to Rob's right. In each hand Rob methodically stroked a cock, his head was turned to accommodate the man's place raping his mouth. He stared up at him as Stacks told him, but his stare was blank. All the men in the circle were either erect or on their way. They stroked their cocks watching Rob deep throat the black man's tool as they waited their turn.
The men in the circle were not big strong men who could overpower boys but instead men who had to pay for pussy on the inside. Gathered around Rob were men with beer bellies and skinny legs and arms or just generally out of shape men. Some had big cocks, some were borderline in-shape, but most, being of average stature, had average-sized cocks. Rob looked emotionless, exhausted. His penis was flaccid. He looked up at Rob and Trina with the man's cock in his mouth, but he didn't seem to recognize them. His stare was vacant. He didn't seem to recognize anything but the cocks that were being crammed in his mouth, to which his reaction was listless. His only response was to open his mouth and allow his warm wet mouth to be raped.
Another beer bellied black man stepped forward and pumped his amble tool into Rob's mouth, his hips thrusting, his balls bouncing off Rob's chin, the shaft down the boy's throat, his eyes focused up at the rapist's face. Six hours after servicing the giant cocks of Buffalo and Stacks repeatedly, his gag reflex was gone, replaced by a sore, raw throat. The black man arched his back and let out a moan, his hands wrapped tightly around the back of Rob's small head. He shot his load deep inside the boy's throat, pulled out, his whole body shaking as stroked the remainder of his cum into the boy's open, waiting mouth. The moment didn't last long as another man grabbed Rob by the hair and pulled him onto his cock. Rob lost his balance for a second and fell off the stool to his hands and knees, his raw, red, shaved hole stuck up in the air like an offering. One man stepped forward to mount him. Buffalo stepped in.
"No more ass today," Buffalo told the man. "Can't you see?"
The man stepped back in the circle. For the next five minutes Danny watch as man after man used Rob's mouth to pleasure their cock. The whole time men were coming and going into the showers. The guard outside never entered.
Trina, still holding Danny's wrist, walked out of the circle. She had a big smile on her face and, despite the fact that it was strapped down with an ace bandage, her cock bulged a bit in the front of her jump suit.
Danny was glad to see Rob getting raped. He saw the boy's red, raw asshole and thought that's what fagots like Rob deserved. He felt Rob walked right into Stacks and Buffalo's trap, almost pulling him in too, and now he was getting what he deserved. He liked watching, seeing the men pump their cocks in his mouth, cumming down his throat or jacking off in his face. He secretly believed Rob was enjoying himself. Of course Rob didn't have a boner, but deep down inside Danny sensed the Hispanic boy like getting his ass and mouth raped. And if he didn't, so what? He better learn to like it. He was a prison bitch now. A fagot whore.
"I hate it when they do that shit," Trina lied. "Every week Stacks and Buffalo find a new trick and turn him out as fast as they can. If I had that cell, oh boy, me and Marlo would have so many pretty boys we'd need hip waders, but those dumb fucks get them and turn them into whores the same day. Like that Latin bitch back there, he probably hadn't sucked a cock in his life much less taken on up the ass, and what do they do? They've got him down in the showers charging something like $1 a head for a gangbang. Now he won't be able to fuck for a week, maybe more. You watch, he'll be in the infirmary. When he gets out he'll probably find a man to ride. He better. Oh, he will. He's cute, but a little used. His ass will never be the same after that pounding from Buffalo, believe me. You got to work up to that much cock."
Trina walked with Danny back to Marlo's cell. When they started getting close, Trina could see Sergeant Sadowski talking with Marlo outside the cell. She slowed her pace. Marlo looked over Sadowski's broad shoulders and saw Trina. They made eye contact. Trina cleared her throat loudly. Sadowski turned around.
"You!" he said pointing at Danny. "Your cell will be located in H-Block, this facility. The number is -- are you ready to commit this to memory? -- your number is H63A. Be there before bed check. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Danny said, looking over Sadowski and realizing he was about the same size as Marlo. Same height, build but maybe a little heavier. Equally muscled but not as lean. He was a big powerful man and probably needed to be for his job.
Danny glanced at Sadaowski crotch. He had seen so much cock in the last 24 hours he couldn't help it. It was almost instinctive now. Sadowski's package looked to be about as big as any black man's, it was probably just white and maybe a little fatter. Danny had become adept at sizing men's cocks based on their physical attributes. He looked away and hoped no one saw him gazing at Sadowski crotch.
"Okay, let's get that project started then," Sadowski said to Marlo before walking off. "This is turning out to be a nice little enterprise."
The two men parted. Trina hugged Danny joyfully.
"H63A is my cell," she said, looking into his face. "We're roommates! Don't worry about bed check, they'll know where to find us. This is great."
That night Danny stayed in the back of Marlo's cell with Trina. He laid on the carpet with some pillows and the bedding from his bunk on the lower wing. In the night Trina came to him. She put her arms around him and kissed his mouth. Danny was too tired to resist and he didn't want to.
She licked down his neck and across his chest down to his cock. She took the boy's cock in her mouth and began to suck it expertly. It was the first time he'd been sucked by anyone. She devoured the pretty boy cock. As Danny laid back he felt Trina reposition. Now she was straddling his face and sucking his pretty tool. Her shaved cock and balls dangled above Danny's eyes and nose.
Danny sat up and pushed Trina away.
"No," he said. "I'm not like that."
"Oh honey, you don't have to suck," she said. "Just sit back and I'll do all the work."
She move in on him, stuck her face between his legs and took the boy's cock in her mouth. She sucked it, cupping his balls, until he came. She swallowed it. They both fell asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR: 'Oh, here he is now!'
Danny had been in prison for a week. The arrangement he worked out with Marlo was perfect. Each day he'd go down to the computer lab and do the man's homework for him and save it in a folder on the lab hard drive named Glover. He didn't like having to clean up Marlo's cell, so he cut corners and conned Trina into doing much of the work.
After a week, he began thinking of Trina as his girlfriend. Marlo didn't seem to mind. It made Trina happy. Danny was becoming attached to the point of jealousy when Trina turned tricks on the side. Danny even thought about taking Trina from Marlo and starting his own gang, but that would have to wait for later. Right now the arrangement was too sweet.
One day, when Danny was cleaning up Marlo's cell, Trina came up to him with a hand-held video camera. It was compact and Danny recognized it as being expensive. Smiling, giggling, she started filming him.
"Okay, so tell us your name," she said.
Danny didn't want to go along with it. He turned away. Trina turned the recorder off and came around to his face.
"Oh, come on, Danny, please?" she said. "It's just for fun. Be a sport."
Trina had a way of pleading that made Danny give in. He smiled. She really was just like a girl, like the ones he messed with in high school. He turned around. She turned the camera on and focused on him.
"Okay, what's your name, cutie," she said.
"I'm Danny."
"And how old are you sweet thing," she said.
"Eighteen."
"So how does a fine young lad like you end up in prison?" she said, panning up and down on him. "What ever did you do?"
"I'm in for murder," he said, knowing it wasn't true but he liked the way it sounded, much better than manslaughter, which to him sounded like a farming accident.
"Oh, murder, eh? So you're a pretty tough guy? Well, well. How do you like prison life?"
"It sucks," Danny said.
"Does it!" she said with a rye smile. "Have you sucked anyone's cock or taken it up the ass yet?
"No, I haven't," he said tartly. "I'm smarter and a better fighter than the butt bandits."
Trina continued to interview Danny, about where he lived, how big his family was, his sexual experiences, which Danny embellished. After about 15 minutes Trina turned off the camera. She grabbed Danny's hand and took him to the back of the cell. She wanted to show him something, a video that she popped into a beat up VCR attached to her small TV. She put the TV on the bed, turning it away from Danny, and told him to hide his eyes. She fast-forwarded the tape, then told him he could look. On the screen was a boy, 19 to 20-years-old, deep throating a black man's cock. His fist worked the shaft up and down just ahead of his mouth. When it was stuffed all the way in he cupped the massive black balls that hung below and pulled them to his chin, squeezing and rubbing them. The shot was a close up of just the boy's face and the black cock. He was working the cock when from the side another came into view and tapped the boy on the side of the face. The boy turned his head and performed the same service on the new cock.
Trina licked her lips. She loved watching a boy with skills just as much as she liked watching a girl. She always put herself in the position of the receiver when big cocks were involved. She began to rub herself. She reached under her mattress and pulled out a small brown bottle with a black plastic cap.
Danny watched the video with anticipation. His cock was growing in his underwear, but he didn't want Trina to know that. He knew most men inside thought about sex with boys but most were doing the giving. Punks did the taking. Danny watched the boy on the screen expertly devouring the black men's huge dicks. He began to relate to the boy on his knees wondering what it was like to have so much cock buried inside his mouth? But then he stopped himself. He became angry.
"Yeah, what?" Danny asked, acting disinterested and walking a few steps away.
"This is Bobby," Trina said, laying on her back, the TV between her legs. "Marlo got this video copied for me. Bobby used to work for Marlo. Not like you. He was a fuck boy. Now he's on the outside making millions shooting porn. He drives a sweet car and lives in a nice house. He sent me pictures."
Danny looked back at the video. The boy was getting bent over by one of the black men while he sucked off the other. Clearly this Bobby kid was enjoying his work. His big shaved penis was bloated, dangling between his shaved legs, bouncing in time with the thrusts that were pummeling his hole.
"Poppers?" Trina said, holding out the open brown bottle. "They're so good. They get your head spinning, make you want to have things inside you."
"I'd never do that, I don't care what they're paying," Danny said, referring to the boy on the video, ignoring the bottle. "Fucking faggot."
"Hey, hey," Trina said, taking a deep inhalation. "You're talking about my boy. Come on, show some proppers."
Danny walked away, back to the other room to sweep the floor. He could hear the video through the hanging blankets and wanted to watch too, but he wasn't going to let himself. Behind the hanging blankets, Trina took her pants off and had her knees pulled up to her chest, fingering her hole and playing with her cock. Danny went back to sweeping. The images of the big black cocks came back to him. He thought about Stacks and Buffalo and how close their cocks were to his mouth, and he thought about Robby and all the cock he was getting. As he swept he could feel his penis growing. He sat down on the edge of the Lay-Z-boy. He wanted to stop thinking about cock.
Marlo stepped in with several big black men. Danny became to know these men as Marlo's associates. Trina called them thugs. The were muscled men with corn-rowed afros and speaking a slang he couldn't understand well. He saw them daily and daily they leered at him, lusted for his fresh boy body, hole and mouth. Once he was inches away from one and the man said with his hot breath down the back of Danny's neck, "I'm going to fuck that pussy hole, white boy." The man's pants were bulging and pressed up against Danny's round ass. Danny walked away and said nothing to anyone about it.
"Hey, boy," Marlo said to Danny. "Thanks for doing that computer stuff."
Danny didn't like being called boy, but he tolerated it from Marlo. Marlo was clearly the alpha male of the facility and Danny regarded him as a teacher, a father figure of sorts. Marlo had light skin that Danny regarded as less than black. He stood 6'2" and weighed a chiseled 255 pounds. He moved with ease and looked like he could fight. And he was smart. He always had deals going and merchandise moving through his cell -- drugs, TVs, camcorders, boys, anything he could get.
Several of the men with Marlo seemed high on meth at times and today was no different. The drug was easy to score in prison. It was cheap and easy to conceal. The effects made men vulgar, violent and ready to act on their desires to rape, so Danny was leery of these men when they were high. Often Marlo would give some to Trina or other boys before he pimped them out. Danny studied Marlo. He liked the way he moved. He was direct, forward in his motions, every move with a purpose. Danny began to suspect Marlo too was high. The man noticed the boy watching him. He waved him over to the dresser. On top of it was a line of white powder. Marlo handed a straw to Danny.
"Do it," he said to the boy.
Danny had done meth before with the men from the trailer park. They knew it wasn't right, giving drugs to a 14-year-old boy. One of the men said, "We're fucking him in the ass, how much more trouble can we get it into?" With the men at the trailer park, Danny became a fuck toy more so when he was on meth and so they gave it to him. When he was high, his energy seemed boundless and directed at opening and positioning his holes for maximum penetration. He could take the men's cocks and their toys for hours. And later, after he left their trailer, it made him feel tough. Even older kids worried about what he might do.
Danny put the straw to his nose and inhaled. It burned, which meant it was good. Marlo told him to snort another line. Then a third. It was a lot for Danny. He sat down. After five minutes the high was hitting. His penis and hole became sensitive. He began to feel like he did when he was with the men back home. He pushed the feeling aside. He wanted to hang out with Marlo and so he asked him what he was going to be doing later, trying to have a conversation with the man.
"Well, I'm actually headed to the showers and then I've got some other things to do," he said. "Come on, kid. Tag along if you want."
Danny felt funny but for only a second about tagging along with Marlo to the showers. They grabbed their towels and began the walk. They made small talk about where they were from and a bit about football. The town where Danny grew up in was close to the University of Florida so he followed their football team and some of the players after they made it in the NFL. Before he was done, they were at the showers.
Danny usually showered with Trina, which was safe. No one messed with Trina or anyone with her. Inmates were starting to realize the Danny was part of Marlo's crew. Showering with Marlo was a new experience. When it came time to take his clothes off, in his heart, Danny didn't want to. Marlo quickly took his off, his muscular back, ass and legs turned toward Danny. Hesitantly, Danny took his clothes off too.
"Go ahead, I'll be there in a second," Marlo said to Danny, looking over his shoulder, pointing a several vacant showers.
Danny turned the shower on. Under the influence of meth, it felt a little different. The warm water made a louder sound and the feeling of it hitting his body seemed to come in waves, rhythmically. He put his face under. The warmth felt good. He heard Marlo next to him and looked over.
Danny took a quick look. At first he thought he was seeing things. Marlo's cock looked fake. It was as thick as Buffalo's but longer, a good four inches longer. It seemed maybe a little less thicker than a beer can and possibly 13 inches long. He had only seen one cock this big and that was on a porno and it wasn't as thick as Marlo's. On the porn the man's cock was 15 inches long. He saw the porn at the trailer park and this black porn star was fucking a transvestite. It was a video with ten or more scenes, all with this massively hung black man fucking transvestites. While watching the video in their trailer, the men decided to dress Danny up like a girl and then they fucked him. The porn was their way of warming him up to the idea.
Marlo caught Danny gazing at his huge cock. He stroked it downward a couple times and then turned toward to shower to rinse off. He washed his afro, under his arms, between his butt cheeks, the whole time Danny was sneaking peaks, hoping to see the massive piece of meat again. He was drawn to it, but he dare not get caught watching.
Marlo finished his shower. He motioned for Danny to finish up. Danny turned off the shower and realized he was fully erect. He looked over at Marlo who had a towel on top of his head drying off. Danny hurried over with his hand covering his hard boy cock and grabbed his towel. He kept his back turned to Marlo and he dried off. Danny was nearly dressed when Stacks walked in followed by Rob. When Danny saw Robbed he reacted immediately, punching the boy in the face. Rob fell over, dazed. Stacks stepped in.
"Damn, Marlo, chill your bitch out," he said.
"I ain't nobody's bitch," Danny said, lunging at Rob who was holding his bloody nose.
"You're my bitch if I say so," Marlo said, looking serious, then breaking into a laugh. "Come on, let's go."
Marlo grabbed Danny by the back of the neck like a kitten. Danny was feeling good. He kicked the faggot's ass right in front of Marlo. He could tell he did a lot of damage with his punch to Rob's face. He could feel his nose give and maybe a tooth break.
"Come on, boy," Marlo said. "Let's go."
On the way back to the cell, Marlo and Danny ran into Sadowski going in the opposite direction.
"That thing is tonight," Sadowski said as he past. Marlo stopped and turned around.
"Tonight?" Marlo said.
"Yeah," Sadowski said, still walking. "Get it together."
Danny looked at Marlo. The big man looked concerned. He looked down at Danny and told him it was nothing he couldn't handle. They returned to the cell. He told Danny to wait outside for a second. He went to the back where Trina was finishing the video. They spoke for several minutes. Marlo came out of the cell and told Danny he had some business to take care of and to hang out with Trina and so he did.
In the back, Trina was putting some underwear on. She was topples with a slender but muscular upper body. Danny entered. Trina saw him and came up to him.
"We've got a problem," she said. "I found this on my bed."
She held up what looked like a pale tick.
"It's a crab and I don't have them," she said. "I'm shaved. Pull down your pants, I need to check."
"Fuck that, I don't have crabs," Danny said.
"You better fuckin' let me check," she said. "I didn't say anything, but if Marlo gets wind of this I don't know what he'll do. He hates crabs worse than anything. If he ends up with them, there's hell to pay."
Danny thought it over. Being naked in front of Trina was not a big deal, he just didn't like being told what to do, much less inspected. But he sensed the urgency and pulled down his pants and underwear. She inspected him.
"You do have them," she held up the same small dead bug as before, though Danny didn't notice. "I found another. Oh shit, we've got to shave you."
"No!"
"Then I've got to tell Marlo," Trina said.
Danny hated Trina right now. How would this look in the shower. He saw the way Stacks and Buffalo shaved Rob's body. He looked like a bitch, his cock and balls bald, his hairless hole. But he trusted Trina when she said Marlo would get mad. He'd seen Marlo mad only once and it scared him. Marlo was in the yard leaning against the outside wall of the handball courts when he was approached by a smallish, middle-aged man who Danny knew as a person who could get things from the outside. They spoke briefly before Marlo grabbed the man by the throat and pinned him against a wall. Then he punched the man in the face with his free hand and dropped him at his feet. He then began kicking the man repeatedly. The guards looked away for the 30 seconds during the brutal attack. Rob didn't want that.
He pulled is pants all the way off and stood there.
"Okay, make it quick," he said to Trina, who was brandishing a pair of scissors.
She trimmed his pubic and anus hair down to near stubble. Then she lathered him with shaving cream. Danny was partially erect. She shaved he cock and balls clean. Then she lathered his legs. Trina expected a protest, but Danny did not. She shaved his legs and made him bend over to shave his ass crack. He shaved his underarms and arms too.
Secretly Danny liked the feeling. When he pulled his jump suit back on he was amazed at how sensitive everything felt. He could feel his anus sweating. He wanted to touch his hole, but he realized Trina might see. He felt confident that it was impossible for anyone to know he was shaved unless he took his clothes off.
When Trina was done she left, telling Danny she had to take care of business. No one was in the cell out front. All of Marlo's ghetto thugs were gone. Alone and still high Danny wanted to jack off, he wanted to finger his newly shaved hole. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He went to the back of the cell. The TV was sitting on Trina's bed, the VCR still hooked up. Danny hit the rewind button and peaked out between the blankets, then out the front of the cell. No one seemed be around. He came back to the VCR. It had stopped. He hit play and laid back to watch.
A shaky image came on. It was generated from a handheld camera. On camera was the boy, Bobby, the kid in the porno sucking the black men's cock. There was sound but no one spoke. The camera just stayed on the boy, on his face. Then Trina's voice came on.
"Okay, what's your name, cutie," she said.
"I'm Bobby."
"And how old are you sweet thing," she said.
"Nineteen."
"So how does a fine lad like you end up in prison?" she said. "What did you do."
Danny realized it was the same line of questioning Trina asked him. He wasn't interested in this. He hit fast forward and then play. The images that came up were of a dingy room that was brightly lit. Eight black men were standing around. Each was hung and hard. They seemed to be waiting for something. Then came the narration.
"What your about to see is a real rape of a boy in prison," Marlo said. "You just met him on camera. That part was shot earlier. He'll be joining us here shortly, but before he does, let me assure you that this is not an act. This boy will be raped by these men tonight. Before tonight, this boy was a virgin. After this he will no longer be. These men are experts at opening a boy's ass and mouth up, working the boy until he takes every inch."
The camera panned on the men in the room one by one. Danny recognized some of them as part of Marlo's crew along with Stacks and Buffalo. He was impressed with the high production standards. The voice on the tape sounded like Marlo. Danny was intrigued. He wanted to watch the young punk get raped. He regarded the kid on the video as a pussy boy who deserved to be beaten up and fucked by the big black men in the room. In that room there was a stainless steel table bolted to the floor. To Danny it looked familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it long. Trina came running into the cell.
"Come on, Danny," she said urgently. "Marlo needs us."
"What is it?" Danny asked, quickly turning off the TV thinking that, in her panic Trina didn't notice what he was watching. "I don't know, just come on."
She grabbed his wrist. They started running. Danny was still high on the meth and he felt athletic, his strides strong. He felt like he could jump and run faster than any inmate in the facility, even the niggers. He could also feel his freshly shaved butt cheeks, hole, balls and cock bouncing around in his lose underwear. The pair ran down the stairs. Danny was feeling good. It was the first time he'd run in a week. They ran down a hall, through a door. Trina showed a guard a pass. They went through another door and another, each time Trina showing a pass. Then they met Sadowski. He told them to follow him and he started jogging. Suddenly they were outside in a fenced parking area. Sadowski ran to the back of a state van and opened the back door and motioned Danny and Trina in, telling them to stay down, out of sight. Sadowski got in the driver's seat and sped down a dirt road to the IN-PROC building.
"What's going on?" Danny asked Trina.
"I don't fucking know," Trina said. "I'm scared."
The van stopped at the IN-PROC building. Sadowski opened the back and told the two to get out. A door at the building opened. Trina and Danny ran inside, then down a hall to the pigpen.
Danny stepped through the door first. Though it was the pigpen, it was brightly lit with floodlights on tripods, the typed you'd see when road construction is going on at night. At the center of the room was a four-by-four foot stainless steel table bolted to the floor. The floodlights made it glow. Above the table and to the left hung a thick cable bolted to the ceiling was a hoist on the end, the type you'd see in a garage for lifting a car engine, or a boy. Danny heard Marlo talking.
"What your about to see is a real rape of a boy in prison for the first time," Marlo said into a camera held by a fat white man Danny had never seen before. "You just met him on camera. That was shot earlier. He'll be joining us here shortly, but before he does, let me assure you that this is not an act. This boy will be rape by these men tonight. Before tonight, this boy was a virgin. After this he will no longer be. These men are experts at opening a boy's ass and mouth up, working them until he takes every inch."
Danny stayed in the shadows. He felt honored that he could witness the rape and the filming of it. He expected it to be glorious. Marlo had his shirt off, his muscles bulging, still pumped up from the meth. Standing around the table were eight men, six of whom Danny recognized as Marlo's thugs. The other two where Stacks and Buffalo. All eight men were naked except for prison-issued work boots. Their cocks swung between their legs. Periodically they would stroke themselves or put an arm around another's neck, hanging out, waiting. Trina came up behind Danny. She was smiling. Marlo continued.
"The minute I laid eyes on this little piece of white trash I knew was going to tap that ass," Marlo said. "Sweet, fine, round white boy butt on this little whore. His hole has got to be sweet. He's got one of those tight asses that you know is going to feel good wrapped around your dick. These men here are dying to get into it. He's been strutting around all week. He should be here any second. He has no idea what's about to happen to him."
Danny was looking around for the boy when he felt a hand between his shoulders. It was Trina. She pushed him out into the light. He stumbled against the stainless steel table and spun around.
"Oh, here he is now!" Marlo said.
CHAPTER FIVE: 'I got some cock for you.'
The lights were low, blanket's hung over the bars of Marlo's cell. On the dresser a 27" Sony TV emitted a solid blue light. Then the DVD picked up. Images flooded the screen. It was Marlo. He was giving his speech about how a boy would be raped. He went on for about a minute before the camera panned on Danny stumbling against the stainless steel table in the middle of the dank, brightly-lit room. The men there to rape Danny stepped to him, surrounded him. Danny looked around panicked. He never saw it coming. Even when Trina pushed him out into the spotlight he thought there must be some kind of mistake.
When the first thug grabbed him around the back of the neck with one hand and forced him to his knees Danny was surprised, but he fought. They slapped the back of his head, his face with hard punishing blows. It intensified into a flurry of punches when he continued to resist. Danny's ears were ringing. He thought the meth would give him superhuman strength and so he tried to stand up. A slap across his face sent him sprawling all the way to the floor on his back. He curled up as several of the men kicked him. Finally one thug with corn-rows and gold front teeth and massive arms put his boot on the front of Danny's throat and pinned the back of his head to the concrete floor. Danny looked up and saw the man's huge cock and balls swinging above him. Another man reached down and ripped open the front of the boy's jump suit. The others joined in, grabbing the suit and pulling it apart. Danny's body flung around like a rag doll, his neck still pined to the floor. In less than three seconds, every stitch of clothing was ripped off him, his ivory white skin glowed hot in the floodlights. The sight of his shave penis, balls, ass, legs, -- entire body shaved -- only fueled his attackers. His shoes were pulled off and one man bent down to beat the boy in the face with it. The boot lifted off his throat and he was jerked to his feet. He was crying, angry.
Under his feet Danny could feel the slimy floor. He was embarrassed to be shaved clean like he was. He felt powerless. Two men held him up by his underarms while the other men walked around him, drinking him in visually, stroking their needy cocks. Stacks walked up to the boy. He too was high on meth and coursing with its power and the power fueled by raping young white boys. In prison, this is what he lived for. Even on the outside he loved to rape. He put his hand around Danny's throat and pulled the boy towards him, kissing him deeply, rolling his tongue inside Danny's mouth. The boy struggled, kicking. When Stacks stepped back, Danny spit in his face. Stacks smiled.
"Fucking nigger!" Danny yelled.
Stacks smiled again, one hand on his long, black cock, the other around the boy's neck. The boy was breathing heavily, looking at Stacks with contempt. Stacks held an open hand up in an exaggerated preparation to swing. He smiled and then he slapped the boy across the face, making Danny's ears ring, making him moan out, whimper and cry.
"That's a bitch slap, bitch" Stacks said, "'cause you a bitch."
He slapped him again.
"That's another," he said, and slapped him again. "That's another, and another, and another..."
The slaps came in rapid succession. Held upright, Danny's head went back and forth with each slap. It set his face and ears on fire. Then it stopped. Danny's whimpering broke the silence. The men laughed and continued stroking their cocks. The two men holding his arms forced Danny to the table. The boy felt his body being bent at the waist over the edge its edge, his chest and face pushed tightly down on the surface.
One man circled around back. He wasn't as defined as some of the men, but he was thick and strong. They called him dinosaur and he was hung thick. He loved boys and once raped a rival faction's boy in a broom closet for three 12 hours. That time he pulled the boy in by the hair and closed the door. It locked. It wasn't until a search was launched for the two that the closet was checked. The guards found the boy with his knees pushed into his chest, kept there with rope tied around the back of his knees and running around his torso. The boy was placed on his back like this in a mop bucket with his sloppy hole gaping open, pointing upwards, his head leaned back and his mouth left open, jaw muscles slack from the abuse. Dinosaur allegedly raped the boy's ass and mouth in this position more than a dozen times. Later the boy said the first three hours were the worse as Dinosaur pumped his ass and then drained his cock into the boys mouth six or seven times. Then Dinosaur slowed down, fucking the boy once every hour or so.
Dinosaur inspected the boy's ass. He spread Danny's left cheek with his left hand and with his right he spanked the boy's ass in an upward motion, making solid contact with the smoothly shaved hole wet with perspiration. Danny moaned and the man hooted. Another man walked up and slapped the boys shaved ass while the other spread his cheeks apart. In all three men were inspecting Danny's ripe hole. They were hitting the boy's hole and cheeks over and over again. Red hand marks began to appear on his cheeks. The camera zoomed in for a close-up. Dinosaur and the other man spread Danny's cheeks wide. Danny could see some of the men's hard cocks as they walked past his front to inspect his back. Some came very close, but they seemed focused on his boy hole. Soon all the men congregated at his rear to admire his pink, tight pussy hole.
"This is part of the rape that we take very seriously," Danny could hear Marlo narrating the action as his ears stopped ringing. "We like our boys clean. Now, Danny here... damn, would you look at that pink hole. Boy, you got a nice pink hole there... Anyway, Danny here hasn't eaten all day, so he's probably pretty clean, but we're going to make sure."
Danny tried to look behind him but his face was tightly pressed against the stainless steel table. He could make out a green hose on the floor near his feet. He felt some water on his back and then he felt the hose and the torrent of water entering his ass, filling him up. He screamed, squirmed and tightened his hole. It didn't matter. His cheeks were spread by two black hands and he felt the warm water entering, filling him up until it hurt. When they pulled the hose out, Danny shot water across the room. Everyone cheered.
Marlo walked up to the boy and got close to his face. He was sweating and seemed angry. He had the boy's shoe in one hand, the microphone in the other. He asked him how he felt. Danny just cried and whimpered. He whispered to Danny and into the microphone that when the hose came out of his ass next time he'd better hold the water in until he was told to let it out. Marlo stood up and slapped the boy repeatedly on the face with the tennis shoe and walked off.
"Do you understand," Marlo yelled, his voice angry, cracking.
Danny looked up. He saw Marlo's pants bulging. He knew he would have to submit to this man and his massive horse dick.
"I'm sorry," Danny said. "Please, stop. Please."
Marlo slapped him several more times with the shoe, the last whack setting Danny's face on fire.
"You going to hold that water in, bitch? Answer me! You going to hold that water in?"
"Yes, yes," Danny said, crying, whimpering. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Stacks and Buffalo stood in front of Danny and pinned his face to the table. They caressed his face, slipping their fingers in and out of his wet mouth. The boy now knew better than to bite. The hose was lined up on Danny pink hole again. He could feel it and knew what was about to happen. Stacks lined his cock up on the boy's pouty lips and when Danny moaned as the hose was pushed into his waiting boy hole, Stacks crammed his cock inside the Danny's mouth. The Danny choked and struggled for air while his ass was being filled with water at the same time. Stacks pumped deep, his thick head breaking past the boy's throat and muffled screams. The hose came out. Danny held the water in with all his might, but it was difficult, especially with Stacks' meat filling his throat, making him want to throw up. His hole leaked some out. He feared another beating and held it tight while Stacks went about the business of sliding his long, dark cock down the boy's throat.
"Hold it boy!" Marlo yelled. "Hold it. I'm going to count down. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..."
Everyone joined in. The last three seconds were excruciating. Danny was crying, blubbering, slobbering around Stack's tool. The slobber poured from his mouth, his eyes watering profusely.
"...three, two, one, okay, shoot it boy!"
Danny felt the water rushing out of his ass, shooting across the room. Those gathered laughed and cheered. Trina loved this part. She yelled out the loudest.
"Make that pussy shoot, boy!" she cheered.
Danny heard Trina but it really didn't register. He was a mess and he knew it. His beautiful ivory boy body was covered with red hand marks. His ass especially, but also his face. He was breathing heavily, exhausted already and the rape had really only been underway for 15 minutes. He became pliant. The men pushed him around and he didn't struggle anymore. Spots on his body stung, but he began to find some enjoyment in the pleasure pain, like he did when the men at the trailer park used him.
Stacks plowed Danny's mouth deep, pulled out and repositioned the boy's head to accommodate Buffalo's huge cock. Buffalo pushed his cock to the back of Danny's mouth and began the process of opening the boy's throat. Stacks had one hand on the Danny's face, holding it down. Buffalo had both hands pushing down near the boy's temple, sometimes putting almost all his weight on Danny's skull trying to wedge his massive cock through Danny's tight throat. The boy gagged and vomited on the floor and on Buffalo's thighs. Crying, he apologized and expected a beating, but Buffalo was focused on getting his cock down the boy's throat. Stacks considered it weird, but his big friend didn't like plowing a boy's ass until he got his tool past the kid's throat. Stacks knew his friend wouldn't want to stop to beat the boy, so he grabbed the hose and cleaned Buffalo's thighs and cock off and the inside of the boy's mouth.
Buffalo went back to work on the boy's throat. One of Marlo's thugs handcuffed Danny's wrists behind his back. A rope was tied to the cuffs and slung through the hoist above. Buffalo sensed there wasn't much time left before someone would demand to step into his boots at the front of the boy's mouth. He plowed harder, twisting Danny's head with both hands, penetrating in different angles, trying to wedge his meat past the tight circular hole.
"Come on you mutherfuckin' bitch," Buffalo said, straining, pent up anger boiling up, frustration. "Open that throat. Whatcha' think this is you fuckin' cunt."
Danny was trying but Buffalo's cock just rammed the back of his throat making him gag and want to throw up. Stacks pushed Buffalo aside. He slid his cock past Danny's throat easily now. Trina ran up saying something about editing her out and held a brown bottle of poppers under Danny's nose, Stack's balls pushed to Danny's chin and he held his cock deep in the kid's throat. She pinched one nostril and held the open bottle under the open one. Danny had no choice but to breathe in deeply.
The rush took about ten seconds to hit, but when it did Danny felt himself expand and open up. It forced him to relax. Blood pumped to his ass and cock. He arched his back and began to moan. His head was swimming. Trina stepped away.
"Try it now," she said to Buffalo as she exited stage left.
Stacks pulled his cock out and Buffalo rammed his huge meat in the boy's mouth while Stacks slapped the kid in the face with his hard black meat. One of the thugs pulled on the rope attached to the hoist. It wasn't directly above the table and it pulled the boy off and away, out to the middle of the room. Buffalo tried to roll with it, but his cock came out of Danny's mouth, slobber poured out. The boy immediately began crying. When he was pulled upright, he struggled to find the ground with his feet. There was silence. Everyone in the room stared. Danny was hard. His pretty boy cock stood straight up. The room went wild with laughter, hoots and sexual insults.
"Bitch is hard! Look! He loves that black cock. Fill that white cunt's pussy hole!"
One thug with a tall afro walked up to Danny, his long, thick meat dangled between his legs. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair
"You like getting fucked like a punk, don't you boy," the man said to Danny. "Some bitches do. Some boy's got to please that cock."
Marlo stepped up to Danny, who was doubled over with his hands hoisted up behind his back, his arms locked out straight. Marlo bent down to get in the boy's face. He kneeled and looked at him, then he grabbed kid's cock and stroked it. Danny began a curious combination of crying, moaning and whimpering that the men loved. They had seen this before, when a boy who is truly a punk finally gives up and goes with the rape. Danny apologized over and over again for something he knew was true but still didn't want to admit. He was sorry because he loved cock and he began to suspect he liked black cock the best. He didn't understand it though and he wanted to ask Marlo, hoping the bigger, stronger, smarter, dominant man could explain it to him. But he didn't ask. He just apologized over and over again.
"Sometimes this happens," Marlo said into the camera as it panned from his face to his hand stroking the white boy's ivory meat. "Sometimes these bitches get off on this shit. He's hard and he loves having it stroked like this, but he's not having fun, are you boy? You're not having fun? This is work. You're at work right now, taking care of men. That's what you do. That's your job. You see, some boys know their place and this boy knows his. His place is on the other end of a man's cock. He's what we call a bitch, a punk, a pussy boy."
Marlo answered Danny's question without Danny asking. Marlo gave the sign and one of his thugs began hoisting the boy's arms up. Danny straighten his legs, his knees now only slightly bent, his arms beginning to take on more and more weight. Finally it stopped. Danny's arms where hoisted behind his back, his feet still flat on the ground, knees slightly bent.
"This is where it gets serious," Marlo said. "This is where we break this boy's cherry in."
He walked up behind Danny and kicked his ankles apart. More of Danny's weight hung from his arms and shoulders now. Bent at the waist, his head down, Buffalo came back up and stuffed his cock back into Danny's mouth again, looking around the room, surprised no one demanded a turn. Stacks grabbed the poppers from off the table and held them under Danny's nose. The boy breathed in as if he wanted the rush again to hit. Buffalo went back to breaking in the boy's throat. In his mind he felt he was close. Stacks thought the poppers just might do the trick. He sniffed some himself, put the bottle on the table and then violently grabbed the boy in a headlock to provide some stability for his friend Buffalo to plow deep.
Both men now had both their hands pushing down on the boy's skull. Danny felt someone slap his ass and smear Vaseline on his smooth hole and his butt cheeks. A finger went deep inside him to test for cleanliness. It was Dinosaur. He would go first. He rammed two fingers in the boy's hole several times, then three, knuckles deep. The poppers where starting to reverberate inside Danny head, his sweet young body grew accepting of penetration, even longing for it. Dinosaur centered the head of his massive bull meat on the boy's pink hole. He began to push. The camera zoomed in.
Dinosaur knew this was his moment in the spotlight, a scene he could relive later when he watched with his friends on TV in his cell. He arched his back and then rolled his hips forward and upward, slamming his cock balls deep into the boy. Danny screamed but Buffalo's cock was in the way. Just like Rob, his screaming vibrated his throat open and Buffalo could feel it. Buffalo pushed hard from side to side, thrusting, yelling obscenities at the boy while Stacks held Danny's head still in the wrestling hold. Suddenly Buffalo and Danny felt the same thing. It was a tight fit, but Danny's throat vibrated open and Buffalo's massive cock slipped past the tight hole and began a slow but deliberate push all the way in. Danny's tongue was sticking out of his mouth slightly. He could feel the top of Buffalo's balls pressing against it. Then the balls were under his chin.
Expertly the cameraman moved from the boy's pussy where one black cock was buried balls deep and up along his smooth white body to his face where another black cock stretched his mouth open, the bull balls dangling below the his chin. Buffalo began to work his cock in and out of Danny's mouth. Danny looked up to the black man. Still rushing on poppers, he was glad his throat finally opened all the way for Buffalo. He was so focused, and had been so for the past 15 minutes, on getting the head of Buffalo's cock past his throat, that he almost forgot about Dinosaur plowing his ass. Both men were going to work, pushing, talking shit to the boy under them, slapping, spitting. Occasionally they took direction form the cameraman.
"Go balls deep," the cameraman would say, panning on the boy's body. "Hold it. Hold it."
Trina ran up from out of the shadows. She was carrying a syringe.
"Edit me out," she said. "Edit me out."
She tapped a vein on one of Danny's outstretched arm. It was awkward, but she had done it before. She told Buffalo and Dinosaur to go balls deep and then she injected the boy with a combination of saline solution and methamphedamine. It took about four seconds to hit. Danny felt a pop in his throat but he thought that was from Buffalo's cock. It wasn't. It was the meth hitting. Suddenly the boy just wanted to curl up in a ball with his holes facing out, exposed and ready to do their job -- satisfy these men. He began to understand his place. Suddenly, clearly, he knew this was what he was meant for and that prison was the best place for a whore like himself. Now all he wanted was cum squirting cock, and that's what he got.
Buffalo could feel the boy growing use to, even fond of, he massive meat. He knew this happened sometimes after Trina injected a boy with meth. He began pumping. He thought later he would fuck the boy's ass and cum in his mouth, but right now he was going to shoot his load right into the boy's stomach.
He arched his muscled back with each pump. The pace quickened. He called Danny a bitch and told him open up. Danny just kept his mouth wide open, feeling the cock sliding in and out, the balls bouncing on his chin, the pubic bone smashing into his nose. He could feel Buffalo's cock grow and then cum coated the back of is throat, going right to his stomach.
When Buffalo pulled out, he stroked the last few drops into Danny's open mouth. Dinosaur, who was also working Danny's ass to the point of cumming, ran around to the still open mouth holding the head of his cock. Another thug stepped in Dinosaur's place. Danny turned his head for the cum. Dinosaur pumped his load into the boy's waiting mouth, slapping his face with his massive meat at the end. Danny barely had a chance to swallow -- as he was instructed -- before Stacks stepped up and began slamming the boy's mouth. He too came down Danny's throat. For the next 20 minutes Danny endured verbal and physical assaults. One man grew upset because he could feel Danny's teeth when he plowed the boy's mouth. He slapped Danny's face and made his ears ring. Danny knew the man was right, that a boy shouldn't get lazy and should try harder to keep his mouth open. But Danny's jaw muscles were sore and stretched out. True, his gag reflex was gone, but now his jaw hurt and his stomach began to fill with seamen as the rest of the men stepped up, each taking a turn on the boy's ass and/or mouth, squirting their juices down his waiting throat.
Danny had been going for some time when he felt something bigger than anything else pushing into his ass. He thought someone was using a baseball bat on him, but when he looked over his shoulder -- a giant black cock still in his mouth -- he saw Marlo lining up his man meat, smiling. Marlo's cock was bigger than Buffalo's but he slid it in expertly and began to pump. He paused to reach down and grab the boy's balls and his own too. He held both sets in his hand while he slid his cock deeper.
"I can feel your balls, boy," he said to Danny. "You feel mine pushing up against yours? Feel that? Feel how much bigger mine are? And that pretty little boy cock of yours, hard. That's just something for you to play with while you take my giant cock in your tight little pussy. You understand."
Marlo pulled his cock out and realigned the head up against the boy's waiting hole. He jammed it in hard and deep.
"You understand?"
He pulled it all the way out and jammed it again. Danny was yelling yes sir but with a big cock in his mouth the words wouldn't come out. Malo began pumping hard and asking Danny if he understood. It didn't matter if Danny answered, Marlo was just playing the boy, making sport of the kid's pussy. He pumped balls deep over and over again. Finally he pulled out and went to the front. A thug plowing the boy's mouth stepped away, his cock fell out, a strand of slobber running from his cock to Danny's mouth.
Marlo ran his fingers through Danny's fine blonde hair. The boy looked up at him, the massive cock just inches away from his mouth. Marlo slid the head in, stroking the boy's face and hair. He pushed his huge cock to the back of Danny's mouth where it met the resistance from the boy's tight throat. Marlo grabbed the boy around the back of the head with both hands and interlaced his fingers. He worked his hips and the boy's mouth simultaneously, expertly opening the boy's throat. He was in control. A massive load welled in his balls pushing to get out, but he restrained it. He slid his meat all the way in and held it there. He held the boy's head still. Then with one big thrust, he let out a moan and emptied his load into the boy's stomach and then walked away.
More men took turns for hours. The camera was turned off and the lights went down, but Danny was still strung up by his arms. Several standing in the shadows stepped up to take a piece of Danny. There was no resisting. The boy wanted cock, and even if he didn't, he was so completely exhausted, he couldn't fight back. His cock was still hard. He hadn't been allowed to jack off yet. Some of the men were cleaning themselves up and leaving. Stacks came around and kneeled in front of Danny and looked up at the boy. Danny's head hung. He saw Stacks.
"It's been a long night," Stacks said. "But you want some more cock, don't you boy. Come on. Open up. I got some cock for you."
Stacks walked around behind Danny and slapped his ass. Danny's sloppy hole was so abused that it offered no resistance to the cock sliding in it. He could feel hips slapping against his ass and a cock going inside him, but it didn't even make him groan, strain or flinch. He took it all, right down to the balls. He so dearly wanted to stroke his own cock.
The pumping stopped and Danny sensed the cock was coming around to his mouth to let lose a torrent of cum. Danny opened his mouth and waited for Stacks to shoot his load again. He held his head up and saw the face of Rob just as the boy filled Danny's mouth with seamen. Danny looked emotionless, exhausted. He looked up at Rob as the one boy emptied the last few drops into the other's waiting mouth. Danny showed no sign of recognition, though he knew it was Rob and he knew he was now the bitch's bitch, the lowest of the low. His stare was blank. He didn't seem to recognize anything but the cocks that had been crammed in his mouth, to which his reaction had become listless. All he knew was he craved more. When they cut him down he laid on his back, on the floor, his knees in his chest as he finger his sloppy hole with one hand and jacked off to completion with the other. One man walked past and took a second to piss on the boy, covering Danny's entire body. He spit on him like one would spit on the sidewalk and strode away.
CHAPTER SIX: 'And yes, you can double dick his ass.'
The TV set rolled the credits. The lights were turned on. Three men and the boy sat in Marlo's cell. The three men stood. Their cocks hard. They studied the boy, who was wearing a tight T-shirt cut off just below the chest with "bitch" printed on it and a pair of tight shorts pulled up his boy ass so tight the outline of his hard prick shown. He squirmed, rubbed himself. He was high on meth.
"For $100, you can have him all night," Marlo said to the two men. "And yes, you can double dick his ass."