Turning Out Pretty Boy - chapter six - Sweet Dreams, Sunshine
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TURNING OUT PRETTY BOY
BY COLTON AALTO
CHAPTER SIX - SWEET DREAMS, SUNSHINE
I listened as the prison guards retreated from the cell block. I'd been eagerly anticipating getting buttfucked by Jaxx once the lights went out, particularly after hearing Aidan gush about getting his ass poked by Jamar, but Jaxx apparently wasn't interested. I was disappointed, although my boi butt was still sore after the Black God busted my cherry hours earlier, and a night off might not be a bad idea.
But moments after the echoing of the footsteps in the corridor died, he was next to my bed. I held my breath, my heart beginning to beat rapidly in excitement. It was too dark to see whatever expression was on his face, but I got a clue when he leaned down and grabbed my throat. "Lesson one, bitch. You never sleep in boxers. Or any underwear or anything else. Get them off or I'll rip them off. You keep your ass bare so I can use it whenever I want. I'm gonna fuck your twat again right now."
I scrambled out of my boxers in record time. Jaxx rolled me onto my stomach and planted a hard slap on my bare bum, almost making me yelp. "Face down and ass up, bitch. I had to hurry in the Captain's office, but now I'm gonna breed your bubble butt the way it was meant to be bred. You're gonna get fucked right."
Suddenly, he was on top of me. His warm, bare chest felt like a rack of rock-hard muscle as it pressed against my back. The damn prison beds were only slightly over two feet wide, so the fit was tight, but somehow that made the stud's body seem even bigger. He began dry humping my bare crack, sliding his big slab of meat between my ass cheeks. It was wild feeling it grow and get rigid. More than once I assumed his shaft was completely hard only to realize it still had a way to go as it continued to balloon.
I got a little lightheaded as I was overcome by the feeling of the stud's body on top of mine, the pressure of his expanding fuck tool, and the sensation of superiority I'd felt from him in the hallway and again in Murphy's office. His domination of me was like he was scratching an itch that I desperately needed to be scratched or giving me a fix of something that made me high. Maybe I was reacting to his pheromones or maybe I was particularly sensitive to his aura. Regardless, I was like a bitch dog in heat, able to focus only on getting bred.
Jaxx wrenched my ass crack apart and spit into his hands several times, coating his cock before probing for my asshole with his big tool. Finding it, he jabbed his prick inside and breached my sphincter. I groaned as I realized how sore my abused ass was. He laughed. "Yell all you want, motherfucker. Guys scream during nightmares all the time, and the guards just ignore `em. We have an hour before they'll check the block again. And my big black cock is gonna spend that hour fucking your tight white boi pussy."
Nevertheless, he pulled out, grabbed the boxers I'd tossed on the floor and stuffed them into my mouth. At least they tasted better than he dirty socks he'd used earlier. They were still damp with cum that leaked from my ass after he bred me the first time, and the taste of Jaxx's spunk was intoxicating and its smell pungent.
His bone was back in my crack and he grabbed my shoulders with his big hands as his rod pressed into the entrance to my hole. "I think we understand each other, Sunshine, but let's go over the rules. You're my bitch boy. I own you. I tell you to put out, to take my cock up your ass, you do it. I tell you to suck, you give me head. I tell you to do my laundry, you do it. I tell you to clean the toilet with your tongue, you do it. I tell you to wipe my butt after I take a shit, you do it. Got that? I own your fucking lily-white ass, pretty boy, and I'll use it when I want to. And right now I'm ready to nut again in your tight little pussy, got it?"
I would have said, "Yes, sir," but my mouth was full.
He pushed my legs apart with his knees, forcing them off the narrow bed, and pressed his cock against my abused hole. With a thrust he penetrated me, just like he had in the morning, ramming his hard pole into my hole. God, it hurt. Maybe not as much as it had the first time, even though I was raw and sore. Perhaps my ass was merely numb. But I was determined to take whatever he dished out. Earlier Jaxx told Captain Murphy that I was a tough little fucker with some spunk and I resolved not to do anything to undercut his view of me.
As the pain in my ass flared, I had a brief moment when I questioned my sanity. What the fuck was I thinking, asking for this? But it soon passed; what I was doing made sense, given the predicament I'd put myself in, but more importantly, it felt right. A Black God was about to seed my boi pussy with his babymakers and I desperately wanted it.
In the back of my mind, there was something comforting about the fact that what was happening was occurring inside the prison, where nothing was real. Gay for the stay, and none of this would matter when I got outside.
Like Hell! I was kidding myself if I thought I was merely gay for the stay and I'd forget everything that happened once I was outside. I'd emerge from prison changed in ways I could only guess, but one was certain: I understood that a bottom boy had been hiding beneath my long blond locks and teen-model body. My bubble butt would take a helluva lot of cock from here on out. I'd get over the pain. I did this morning when I lost my cherry, and I was hopeful that once I relaxed the fuck Jaxx was on the verge of administering would feel as good as it did earlier.
Once again he took a long time to work his rod into my hole. Lube would have come in handy, but spit was all that was available. With his muscular body on top of me, I was helpless to stop the invasion, not that I wanted to. His monster dong stretched my hole so wide that time and time again I was convinced it was about to rip. I knew he was all the way inside me only when he began to pull out and slam back into my hole. Damn if it didn't feel like he was dicking me deeper than he'd done in the morning, and his bull cock felt bigger too.
It had been a wild day. I lost my virginity in the morning, sucked my first cock in the afternoon, and now had a huge black fuck tool stuffed inside my guts for the second time. I'd become a plaything for a Black God. The King of the Black Godz. Feeling him inside me made me euphoric despite the pain.
Jaxx settled into a long, hard fuck. I realized he'd merely sampled my ass in the morning, boning me only to get a quick load out and see if he wanted to keep me. That was a test drive. Now he was taking full advantage of his property, breeding me as he wanted. He was more brutal than he'd been earlier, grabbing my long hair, snapping my head back sharply, and punishing my raw, sore hole. He plunged all the way in and ground his rock-hard fuck stick in my twat, causing tears to stream down my face again. But I was in for the long haul and the pain was somehow different this time. It was like any other pain. Grin and bear it.
It hurt, but I wanted it. Being underneath the muscular Black stud turned me on like nothing else. Turned on and turned out. I don't know if I was ready to accept Aidan's view that all Black men were superior, but the one pummeling my boi pussy sure as hell was. The stud was balling me like I was his slutty bitch and I was eating it up.
It seemed Jaxx would never stop pounding his huge cock deep into my fuck chute. He was in no hurry to nut. Happily, my ass relaxed and his big pole began to feel amazing. Once that happened, I could have stayed underneath the Black God for hours.
He got close to cumming and grabbed my throat and hair, snarling, "Arch that back, bitch, and let me all the way inside your asscunt." I pushed my butt up and he slipped even farther inside me. It felt so great that it dawned on me that I was born to have his black rod in my boi pussy. My cock, trapped beneath my stomach as Jaxx rutted in my hole, suddenly was on the verge of climaxing. I was surprised, although I'd been close earlier in the day when the stud took my virginity.
He grunted, "Yeah, baby, take that daddy dick in your twink twat," and began thrusting his manhood into my hole rapid fire. I lost it. My prick erupted, firing bolts of cum that quickly covered my belly and the sheets. I gasped, although with my boxers stuffed in my mouth it came out as a high-pitched whine. I swear my rod spurted ten or twelve times. When it finally stopped I felt like a bowl of jelly.
Jaxx continued his frantic fuck of my asscunt for another thirty or sixty seconds. My ass was on fire as he rammed his rod deep inside me ten or twelve more times. He drilled me with a final thrust and shot, his nut rushing inside me and filling me.
I had yet another load of the hot jism of a Black God inside me.
Jaxx stayed on my back for a long time. It wasn't easy to breathe with his full weight on me, but no way was I going to complain. His chest heaved as he panted. Finally pulling his big prick out of me, he hauled me up, pulling my underwear out of my mouth and dropping them on the floor. Spunk began dripping from my cum-coated abs as he held me by the neck with one of his massive hands.
I wasn't expecting it and never saw it coming. Jaxx slapped my face so hard that it jolted my head to the side. My teeth must have dug into my cheek and cut my skin because I tasted blood. He swiftly cuffed me three more times before I could react, not that I could have stopped him anyway. My face was burning, my neck hurt where his long fingers clamped into my flesh, and my ruined ass was dribbling his man juice down the backs of my legs. I recalled Aidan describing how Jamar bitch slapped him and how it had been a wakeup call.
"You fucked up, faggot. Fucked up bad. I told you that you'd pay for that stunt in the hallway and you will." I thought I'd dodged that bullet when I was alone with him in Murphy's office and then again in the shower, but apparently I hadn't. The Black stud merely waited until he had me where he wanted me and could deal with me on his terms without worrying about being interrupted. I wouldn't get help from the guards. They probably wouldn't even respond. I'd be just another inmate screaming in the night, haunted by his nightmares.
I was screwed, more scared than I'd ever been. I was alone with a mountain of muscle who wanted to teach me a lesson and could easily kick the shit out of me. He'd made a good start already.
Jaxx stared at me in the darkness for a long minute before saying, "Everybody deserves a second chance, and this is yours. If I ever hear the N-word come out of your mouth again, I promise that your life will be hell. I don't care who you say it to. You're a very lucky boy that I don't hold grudges."
"Thank you." My voice sounded high and squeaky.
He slapped my face again. "I didn't hear you say `sir,' you little faggot bitch."
"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, beginning to hope against hope that I'd narrowly escaped an awful fate.
Jaxx pressed, "And how are you going make it up to me?"
"Do everything you say." I belatedly added, "sir."
He smiled, his white teeth gleaming in his black face. "That's right, white boy." His face was inches from mine. "As long as you're inside the joint, I own you. Maybe when you get out too, but that's down the road. In here, you'll do what I say, when I say and how I say. And never complain, never whine, and never object. You're my bitch boy now, you got that? You exist to take my cum up your ass and down your throat and to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. You're a goddam faggot but I'm going to turn you into a polite gay boy."
I nodded, hoping he wasn't going to tell me to clean the toilet with my tongue, although I'd do it if he ordered me to.
"Just so you know, this isn't a boyfriend thing. Exactly the opposite. The only reason you're here is because the timing was right, you're pretty and you gotta nice fucking ass. I like that you took my bone without squealing. Lotta white boys can't. I like having a white ho doing my laundry and cleaning for me, especially one with long blond hair who's so goddam pretty. You're gonna suck my dick whenever I tell you and I'm gonna fuck you in the ass whenever I want. You're gonna be up before the guards wake everyone because I like my morning wood serviced before breakfast. You're gonna get used to going to sleep with my big cock inside your boi pussy `cuz I like drifting off after getting out a big nut. You're never gonna complain, you're never gonna whine. For any little misstep I'll knock you around. Hell, I'll smack you occasionally just to remind you who your daddy is or to let off a little steam. Make sure your attitude about it is right. It's just part of what happens to you. You're gonna take it without objecting because you know you deserve it. Whatever I tell you to do, you're gonna jump to do it fast.
"And something else? You're gonna smile the entire time. That's you, Sunshine, or at least it's gonna be you. A smiling gay boy.
"I'll fuck anyone else I want to and do it in front of you. I'll make you lick the dude's asshole to get it wet for me and then clean off my dick after it's been in his shitter. I'll give your holes away if I feel like it. When I feel like it. Speaking of that, Captain Murphy will be one of the first. He's a horny fuck and likes boy butt now and then. You'd be surprised at how many of the guards like teaching a teenaged shithead a lesson with their cocks. Murphy won't go easy on your tender hole when he takes you. The SOB has a cabin up the road and every month or two and he and a couple of the guards like taking a boy or two out for a little overnight recreation, if you know what I mean. He calls it an attitude adjustment and it seems to work, because boys who go there for the weekend are always courteous and polite after they return. They're a little jumpy, though. But I don't imagine your attitude will need adjusting because you're gonna be the most courteous and polite resident in the entire prison. Cheerful and happy, too. I've decided that's you, Sunshine, so you got no choice. When you go to the cabin, you're gonna give Murphy and his troop whatever the fuck they want and do it with a smile. And why are you gonna do that, slut?"
"Because you want me to, sir."
"Smart boy." I'd do it because Jaxx told me to, but the idea of getting bonked by Murphy was kinda interesting. Maybe I wouldn't mind getting bred by the hot daddy. And if he had some other guards along for the ride – so to speak – I'd be okay with it. I wondered how many he'd bring. Several were studs but it didn't matter because I suddenly found myself turned on by the thought of getting abused by a corps of uniformed daddies.
"Besides the Murphy, plenty of bros inside will be asking to have a little fun with you. Especially at the beginning when you're fresh meat sporting that pretty face, sweet ass, and long blond hair. You know something? I'll let `em have you. But don't worry. I won't give you to every fucking one of them. At least not at first. It's supply and demand, and when the demand is high you keep the supply low. So your ass is gonna be a little prize that my bros will have to work to score. Only a few of my homies will get to fuck your brains out, at least at the start. They won't get the opportunity for nothing, of course. And you? I hope you like getting boned by brothers. Whether you like it or not, you'll surrender your holes with a smile. Service with a smile, baby. When I send you to take care of a bro you're gonna open that pretty mouth and spread your tight ass crack. Maybe at the same time if there's more than one bro lined up to enjoy you. Like I said, you're nothing but a piece of meat that I own. Nothing but a cum dump. You gotta problem with any of that?"
"No, sir."
"I didn't think you would." Actually, the idea of the Black Godz taking turns on me was sorta exciting. I figured if I could take Jaxx's black python, I could take anybody's. Getting spit roasted – one dick in my ass and another down my throat – might be fucking hot. Aidan's vision of alpha Black men and beta white boys was stuck in my brain. He was right. The Black Godz were powerful, masculine, and in control, and it would be a privilege to serve them. For the first time, I had a structure to my life. Serve da man.
"Now get down on your knees and clean my cock off with your mouth. I ain't going to bed with my dick smelling like your ass."
I dropped instantly, and I did it, I looked at his huge feet and couldn't resist diverting long enough to kiss both of them. It was the only way I could demonstrate how completely I'd submitted to the Black stud. I'd have made love to his long, slender feet, but I had another job: swallowing his dick. I gobbled down as much of it as I could, puzzling once again over how the hell the horse cock fit inside my bum. I carefully licked it clean. It tasted like cum. If any of my ass was on it, I didn't notice it, which was a relief.
He pulled his manhood from my mouth, wiping it on both of my cheeks, and hauled me to my feet. "I bet nobody has ever said this to you, Sunshine, at least nobody who meant it. But I trust you. Now don't fuck it up." With that he slapped my face lightly and climbed back into bed, leaving me in the middle of the floor with a drippy dick and cum-smeared abs.
I crawled into my bed, curling up in an effort to avoid the wet stain where my jizz soaked the sheets. I kept thinking about Jaxx saying he trusted me. He was right – nobody had ever trusted me, and for good reason – I was about the least trustworthy teenager in America. His words left a warm feeling in my stomach, to go along with the warm – maybe burning – feeling in my ass. I savored the taste of his cum, rolling my tongue inside my mouth. It wasn't long before I heard the guards come down the corridor, making their hourly check of the block.
* * *
Jaxx and I settled into a routine. Actually, everything about prison was a routine – breakfast at the same time every day, lights out at the same time, and so on. Sex with the Black God was no different. He demanded that I blow him first thing in the morning, before the buzzer that announced it was time to get up. I'd pull myself out of bed and start on his cock, whether it was hard or soft. He really liked my wet, warm mouth slowly waking him up as I sucked on his tool and coaxed his nut from his big balls. He shot so much spunk with such force that it usually got in my nose and I smelled it for much of the morning. I got used to the aroma. Got used to an early breakfast of ball juice too.
I overslept once and regretted it. I don't know why I didn't wake up when the buzzer rang, but for whatever reason I never heard it and instead the first thing I remember was Jaxx's angry face and his big hand around my throat. "You fucked up, faggot! You had a job to do before the buzzer sounded and you didn't do it." The dude was always hard in the morning and this day was no exception. He shoved his stiff ramrod down my throat, making me gag and choke, and slam fucked my face for a couple of long minutes. But rather than nutting in my mouth, he pulled out as he got close and finished himself off with his hand, painting ribbons of thick cum in my hair and on my face. A big blob of his jizz landed in my right eye, and it stung like a wasp. He'd barely stopped cumming when he grabbed my throat again and hissed, "We're late for breakfast, bitch. Your fault. You're wearing that load of cum today. Don't even think about cleaning it off your face."
Shit. As humiliating as it would be, I didn't dare touch my face, let alone try to clean myself up. The dining room was packed because we were late and my cum-striped face and the strings of jizz dangling in my hair were the entertainment of the morning. Dudes sneered while guards shook their heads in disgust. Virtually every inmate I passed offered to paint my face with more spunk, usually with some lewd gestures. Even some of the wives stifled smirks when I finally made it to our table. Aidan knew what happened without asking. "Gotta get that internal clock working, dude." The he smiled and couldn't resist snickering, "Too bad that whipped nut cream got on your face rather than in your mouth."
When the lights went out at night, Jaxx and I went through the same drill each day. Since he was always the last inmate to return to the cells – apparently another of Murphy's accommodations – I learned to crawl into bed naked, face down and ass up so that he saw my exposed white buns whenever he entered. As soon as the guards retreated, he'd be on top of me, spitting on his big shaft and wetting my fuck hole in preparation of fucking my brains out. The anticipation of having his manhood inside me would drive me crazy.
The only thing that changed was the position he wanted to take me in. Over time he experimented with just about everything he could think of. He liked it when he was flat on his back and I rode his cock, and I liked that position better too because I could ease my ass onto his massive black pole rather than having it rammed into me. He took me on my back a lot, too. On those times, he pressed my knees up to my ears so that my hole was pointed upward and he could drive his dick down into it. My own dong bobbed relentlessly in my face. Doggy style happened some, but I don't think it was his favorite. He did me standing up, and a couple of times he held me in his arms. I clung to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his back, and he lifted me up repeatedly and let my own weight impale my ass on his fuck rod. The dude was amazingly strong.
I never knew whether Jaxx would dump two loads in my holes or only one. I was always ready for seconds. The guards happened upon us more than once but never objected or lifted a finger to stop the fuck. They'd either ignore us or laugh and make some snide comment like, "Fuck the little shithead's brains out, if he still has any."
I'd end each day the way I'd started it – mouthing his big black monster. Even if he'd drifted off to sleep with his bone wedged in my hole, I'd clean him off after his dick slipped out of my fuck chute and then slip into the other bed. It wasn't like there was enough room on the damn beds for two bodies anyway.
I got a hard on the first time Jaxx buttfucked me, when he busted my cherry in Murphy's office, and after that I boned whenever he jammed his fuck stick into my whore hole. It took perhaps a month before I was cumming without touching myself almost every time he fucked me. He never let me whack off or anything like that, so the only way my balls got relief was through a wet dream or a handsfree climax. One time I shot all over his chest while I was riding his butt buster. My cock was flopping up and down, slapping between my stomach and his hard abs, and all at once I just lost it. I almost died, debating whether to pull off him and clean up my mess or keep bouncing up and down, impaling my ass on his big pole. I figured either way he was going to kick the shit out of me. He was getting close and I decided interrupting him in the home stretch was worse, so I kept riding his rod. As soon as he climaxed I licked every drop of my cum off his chest and abs. Rolling my tongue over his pecs and washboard stomach was great, but I was prepared for the worst.
To my relief, he didn't bash my head or even say anything, but the next time I rode him, he made me wear a jockstrap, keeping my cock firmly inside the pouch. I think he actually got into making me cum when he fucked me – when I shot, my ass clenched around his shaft, which he liked – but he didn't want to deal with the mess. He was fine if I emptied my balls, as long as none of my jizz touched him and instead squirted into a jock, splattered on my chest, sprayed on my sheets, or splashed on my face.
His ability to make me cum handsfree by pummeling my asscunt with his big black cock was the symbol of what had transpired. In less than 36 hours, the Black God owned me completely.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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