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Purgatory Games
by Mark James (pennandquill@yahoo.com)
***
In the future, prisoner gladiator games are the
ultimate reality television. When nineteen year old
Kyle lands in Purgatory Prison, his new cell mate is
JT, the toughest gladiator in Purgatory. (MM, reluc, v,
sci-fi)
***
The top bunk was empty except for a heart shaped box of
pink mints on the naked stained mattress. A note next
to the box said, "Be my girl". The guard looked from
the note to Kyle’s pretty face.
"Welcome to Purgatory, boy," the guard said with a
smile fit for Hells’ gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy
cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the
twisted God who ruled this place.
Democracy raged across the world in Afghanistan, Iraq,
Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on
baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball
courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic
Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted
by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately
needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the
jaded masses.
Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through
Washington and came down on prisons like the devil’s
hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way.
Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption
under the new Monastic Reform Law. The redemption and
punishment of prisoners became a public spectacle,
second only to the Roman Coliseum.
The public couldn’t get enough of televised whippings
of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the
newest concept in reality television, became the
biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now,
years later, every prison in the country brought
cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on
live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.
Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk, letting the
bedding under his arm slip to the floor. He sat with
his head in his hands, letting his dark brown hair fall
across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes
he saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in
his mailbox two weeks ago, one day after his nineteenth
birthday. Kyle’s mad dash to the Mexican border was a
nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on
dark highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle
on his knees.
Kyle’s capture came in the middle of the night. The
border patrol swooped down on him, grabbing him up into
the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic Actions Law. When he
refused to sign his service papers, they said they’d
give him a year to think it over. After his year in
Purgatory, they’d be back with their papers. If Kyle
refused to sign again, he’d get five more years.
At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in
Purgatory. Slavery might be over on the outside, but
here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle were handed
out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father
Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT’s
cell, as a reward for JT winning the Statewide
Gladiator Games.
On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet
boyish looks to get what he wanted. One look into
Kyle's sultry brown eyes and men understood the promise
of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this
nightmare started, he wouldn’t be with men who liked
fucking ass. Now, Kyle looked around glumly at the dark
red brick walls of the narrow cell. He knew his days of
sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look
at JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the
ass. Hard.
Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow
hallway. The gladiators were coming back from training
in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and tried to get
ready to meet the man who now owned him.
JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked
into the small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened
in the light of the single bulb that hung overhead. His
bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle.
Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted
belly. A dark tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and
writhed on the bulging bicep of his right arm.
When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark
hunger in his black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.
"Hey boy," JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with
bass. He slid the red bandana off his head and rubbed
sweat from his bald head. "What’s up?"
Kyle wasn’t sure if he should answer. The hardness in
JT’s eyes made Kyle feel like he was thinking about
doing something cruel. Something that would make him
scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and
reached down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him,
leaning his six foot three inch frame on the top bunk.
"You’re even prettier than I thought," JT said quietly,
looking down into Kyle's light brown eyes.
Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT’s spread
legs and pressed himself further back on the small bed.
JT reached out to stroke Kyle’s cheek, but the boy
flinched as though he’d been slapped.
"Take it easy baby," JT said with a low laugh. "I ain’t
gonna hurt you. You’re gonna suck my dick and I’m gonna
fuck you. But you ain’t in no danger with me."
Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No
one had ever taken his ass. JT seemed to read his
thoughts.
"You still a virgin, boy?" JT let his eyes crawl
greedily over Kyle's slender body.
When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn’t answer, JT
chuckled, a soft, low sound that sent chills down
Kyle’s spine.
"I got you a present." JT offered Kyle the box of candy
from the top bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes
that promised no mercy.
Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of
pink, heart shaped candies. An image of Jimmy’s face,
horribly battered and bruised, rose in his mind. Kyle
took the pink box from JT’s big hand, nearly snatching
it in his haste to accept the gift.
"You’ll do alright with me," JT said quietly, seeing
how Kyle’s hand trembled when he took the candy.
JT grabbed the boy’s slender arm, pulling him off the
bed.
"Come here baby," JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a
steel embrace.
JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness
of Kyle’s mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came
together in a pout.
"These lips feel good wrapped around a man’s cock?" JT
stared into Kyle’s soft brown eyes, unbothered by the
fear he saw in the boy.
JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the
corner between the bunk bed and the wall.
A picture of Jimmy’s face rose in Kyle’s mind again, in
grim detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his
legs, his ass out. Better to let JT have his way
without a fight.
A heavy hand fell on Kyle’s shoulder. He tensed,
squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn’t
scream when JT’s cock tore into his ass.
"Damn baby," JT’s deep voice said behind Kyle. He
sounded slightly amused. "I ain’t gonna do you like
that, bitch. Turn around. Get on your knees for me like
a good girl."
Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He
looked up at the big black man standing over him, his
legs spread. JT’s bulging crotch was inches from Kyle's
lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle’s ass
with just one stroke.
"I’ll do what you want," Kyle blurted. He looked up
into JT’s eyes, pleading. "Just don’t make it bad for
me, please?"
JT’s black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an
animal on the prowl.
"I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard.
I get relaxed like that," JT said, ignoring Kyle’s
plea.
JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take
out his dick when a voice stopped him.
"JT, we got to talk," a man’s low voice said at the
cell door.
"Fuck that," JT said without turning around. "I’m
trying out my new girl."
"It’s important," the other man said. "About the game
next week."
"It better be important," JT said, zipping his pants,
keeping his dark eyes on Kyle.
JT stroked Kyle’s cheek, and pursed his lips in a
silent kiss. "Later baby," he said, and turned away,
disappearing through the cell door.
Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to
the cell bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier,
talking to another man. For a wild moment, Kyle thought
of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a
gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and
started putting sheets on his bunk, thinking of the
coming night.
After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that
JT was there, waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved
to find his cell empty. Kyle lay on the top bunk,
thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was
thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT’s
hard body towering over him. Kyle's cock surged at the
memory of JT's dark, sleek body pressed close, his
unzipped jeans inches from Kyle’s lips.
The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next
cell, echoing down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his
eyes and imagined himself on his knees between JT’s
legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing
become the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.
Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist,
and was about to jack off when a low voice said, "I
don’t like my girls jacking off when I ain’t around."
Kyle sat bolt upright at the sound of JT’s voice. He
shoved his cock back inside his jeans, a flush of
embarrassment rising to his face. JT walked into the
cell and leaned against the top bunk.
"Was you thinking about my cock in your mouth or up
your ass?" JT caressed Kyle’s hot face softly
The lights out warning buzzer saved Kyle from
answering. Just after JT walked into the cell, a guard
came down the tier, locking cell doors and doing last
head count. Ten minutes later, a loud buzz signaled
final lights out, and near total darkness fell.
"Come here baby," JT said. "You take care of my cock
every night after lights out."
Kyle slipped from the bunk bed and knelt in front of
JT, anxious to show him that he would have him without
a fight. The last thing Kyle wanted was for JT to get
angry.
"No," JT said quietly.
Kyle looked up at him, fear bright in his eyes, afraid
he’d done something wrong.
"Over there, in the corner," JT said. "I know you
bitches don’t like nobody seeing you with a man. Guards
can’t see you there."
Kyle got up and wedged himself into the shadowy privacy
of the corner between the bed and wall. A dim ray of
light fell across Kyle’s face in the darkness. JT
caressed Kyle's face, feeling how he trembled.
"You scared of me?"
Kyle nodded, knowing he couldn’t hide it.
"You suck my cock and get fucked like a good girl, and
ain’t nothing gonna happen to you."
Kyle knew he should have kept quiet about Jimmy, but he
couldn’t. Jimmy had been JT’s boy until two days ago,
when he’d been shipped to the hospital, with his right
arm broken in three places and his jaw shattered from a
bad beating. Kyle had seen them taking him. His face
had been swollen like a water balloon, both eyes
blackened and purple.
"What about Jimmy?" Kyle said quietly.
"He wouldn’t be a good girl," JT said softly. "But you
ain’t like him. You’ll be a good bitch for me, won’t
you?"
Kyle nodded, looking up into JT’s glittering eyes in
the darkness.
"Good. Then I won’t have hurt you like that," JT said,
unzipping his jeans.
JT unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He
stood with his legs spread, his thick cock jutting
straight up, well past his navel.
"You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?" JT said,
stroking his hard meat.
Kyle nodded, nearly mesmerized by the sight of JT’s fat
cock.
"Get to it bitch." JT pulled Kyle by the hair and
forced the boy’s face into his crotch. "Show me how
good those lips feel on a man’s dick."
Kyle closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, then
he started at the base of JT’s impossibly thick cock,
licking around his low hanging balls. Kyle ran his
slick tongue up and around JT's hairy balls, taking his
time, letting his whole tongue slide along JT's nuts.
Then Kyle slid his tongue down the length of JT’s cock,
feeling how the hard flesh was veined, nearly all the
way out to the thick head.
"I been thinking about your hot mouth all day," JT
said, pressing his crotch into Kyle’s face.
Kyle let his tongue linger on the head of JT’s cock,
circling the thick head slowly, before sliding his hot
tongue all the way back down to his heavy balls.
"Oh yeah bitch. Open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock,"
JT said. He leaned on his powerful arms against the
wall.
Kyle opened his mouth wide and JT slid into the pretty
boy’s hot mouth, feeding him his thick ten inch cock,
moaning softly. The sight of his dark chocolate cock
sliding between the boy’s pretty pink lips drove JT
crazy.
"You better suck my cock good, bitch," JT said, pumping
his hips slowly.
JT slid his cock deep down Kyle’s throat on every
stroke, nearly gagging him, then he held himself inside
Kyle's mouth, enjoying the way the boy’s gag reflex
made his throat massage the head of his cock.
"I can’t wait to try that virgin ass," JT said, fucking
slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.
He took the boy’s pretty face in his hands, feeling the
softness of his cheeks, watching how Kyle’s pink lips
stretched tight against his dark, thick cock.
"You look so fucking hot baby, on your knees with my
fat black cock stretching your pretty lips," JT said.
JT tossed his head back and pumped his hips in a
slightly circular motion, speeding up as his throbbing
cock came close to exploding in Kyle’s mouth.
"Get ready to swallow my come, bitch," JT said, driving
his hips into Kyle’s face.
Kyle struggled to take JT’s cock deep down his throat,
gagging, feeling how his own hard cock strained at his
jeans. Choking on a man’s cock drove Kyle crazy. He
ached to take JT’s load down his throat.
"Oh yeah bitch, you want it. You want my come real bad,
don’t you?"
Kyle grabbed JT’s cock near the base. When JT didn’t
slap him or make him stop, Kyle started jacking him
off, tightening his fist around JT's slick, throbbing
cock rhythmically.
"Oh fuck, yeah," JT said, pushing his cock into Kyle’s
grabbing hand.
JT wrapped his fingers into Kyle’s hair and held him
still while he fucked his face.
"Oh yeah bitch," JT said, breathing hard. "You fucking
suck bitch. Take it. Take my fucking load."
JT slapped Kyle's hand away and pumped Kyle’s mouth
harder, choking him on nearly every stroke, breathing
hard, moaning deep in his throat. JT jammed his
throbbing cock down Kyle's throat again and again, hard
and fast, until finally he crammed his dick deep down
Kyle’s throat, groaning in pleasure. His cock exploded
and sent hot come shooting down Kyle's throat.
"Swallow it," JT said, looking down at Kyle with hard
eyes.
Kyle swallowed, working his throat, looking up at JT.
"Good, bitch," JT said. "I make my girls swallow. Or I
beat their ass."
He wiped the corners of Kyle’s lips where come had
leaked from his mouth and slid his fingers into the
boy’s mouth, forcing Kyle to lick and suck until his
fingers were clean.
"How you like sucking my dick, boy?" JT said, zipping
his jeans.
Kyle shrugged, unable to make himself meet JT’s eyes
boring down into him. Kyle's need to suck cock and be a
bitch for a man like JT always embarrassed him.
"Don’t be acting like you didn’t like it, boy. I know a
cock sucking bitch when I see one. Come here," he said,
pulling Kyle to his feet. He was more careful this
time, so Kyle didn’t feel like his arm was ripping out
of its socket.
"Turn around," JT said.
Kyle faced the wall and JT pressed real close to him
and reached around to cup Kyle's bulging crotch.
"Damn," JT said. He massaged Kyle’s dick through his
jeans. "Look how fucking hard you are, bitch."
Kyle moaned softly. He was aching to come.
"Take your jeans off," JT said.
Kyle slid his jeans down his slender hips, shaking
loose of them almost immediately. Now he stood with
just his shirt on and his jockey shorts with an
embarrassing bulge in them. JT unbuttoned Kyle's shirt
from behind, while he kissed his neck softly.
"I’m gonna give you a taste of what little bitches like
you need," JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.
He slipped the boy’s briefs down and slid the shirt
from Kyle’s slim body, passing his hands gently over
Kyle’s tight round ass.
"You got a pretty ass boy," JT whispered into Kyle's
ear. "Soon I’m gonna put you on all fours and fuck this
tight little bitch hole."
JT ran his rough hands slowly over Kyle’s smooth chest,
paying special attention to the boy’s nipples, ignoring
the way Kyle trembled in his arms.
"Start jacking off," JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.
JT’s promise to fuck his ass terrified Kyle, but he was
desperate to shoot his load after the way JT had fucked
his mouth. Kyle grabbed his cock and started jacking
off.
"Not so fast bitch, enjoy it, go slow." JT put his big
hand over Kyle’s to show him the slow rhythm he wanted
him to use.
"I only make bitches out of men who want it up the
ass," JT said into Kyle’s ear. "But you don’t want it
up your ass, right?"
JT lubed two fingers with Vaseline and held them up so
Kyle could see.
"I ain’t gonna hurt you. Don’t do nothing stupid like
trying to fight me," JT said.
Slowly, JT pressed one lubed finger to Kyle’s ass. The
boy tensed immediately.
"Relax bitch or I’ll make you get my cock hard again.
You want me to ream this virgin ass?"
"Sorry JT," Kyle said in a low, scared voice.
"Keep working your cock," JT said.
Kyle tried to relax as he felt a long finger press
slowly into him. JT kissed the side of Kyle’s neck
softly, while he worked his finger into Kyle's ass
gently.
The feel of something inside his tight ass was new to
Kyle. It felt good. His hand sped up on his hard cock,
but JT slapped Kyle's bare ass, hard.
"Slower," JT said. "You better not come ‘til I let you,
boy."
Kyle slowed down, even though his cock throbbed crazily
in his slick fist.
"You ain’t no bitch. You don’t like it up the ass,
right?" JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.
JT felt Kyle’s tight hole open to him and he slid all
the way in. Slowly he started easing another finger
into Kyle’s tight ass while Kyle worked his cock in the
slow rhythm JT had given him.
When both fingers were inside him, JT leaned close to
Kyle and said, "I’m gonna fuck this hot little ass with
my fingers. If you don’t come like a moaning bitch
after I finger your ass, I’ll give you back. I won’t do
nothing to you."
Slowly JT worked his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass,
matching the slow rhythm of him jacking off. At first,
Kyle held himself still against JT’s long fingers,
tightening his ass. But his ass loosened up and JT
worked deeper into his tight hole with every stroke,
until finally his long fingers massaged Kyle’s
prostrate.
"Oh fuck," Kyle said, pressing back into JT’s fingers,
moaning softly.
"Yeah boy, that’s it. Show me how much you hate taking
it up the ass. Show me you ain’t no bitch."
JT wrapped his muscled arm around Kyle’s waist and
pulled the boy close, keeping his fingers inside Kyle's
ass. Then he slapped Kyle’s hand away. JT grabbed the
boy’s cock in his strong hand and started jacking him
off in a slow rhythm that made Kyle writhe in his grip.
"You liking it up your ass, bitch?"
"It feels so fucking good," Kyle said, moaning.
"Yeah, that’s right. Look how hard your cock with my
fingers up your ass."
JT slid his fingers slowly in and out of Kyle’s ass,
matching the rhythm of his hand on the boy’s cock.
"Only a bitch likes it up the ass. Ain’t that right
boy?"
Kyle rocked his hips, caught between the double
pleasure of JT’s fingers up his ass, and his strong
hand on his cock.
"Yeah," Kyle said, breathing hard.
"Say it," JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of
Kyle’s ass real slow. "Tell me."
He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck, licking up and down
his soft skin.
"Tell me how you’re gonna be my bitch and take it up
the ass," JT said.
Kyle moaned in helpless pleasure, but he said nothing.
"You want me to stop boy, and handcuff you and make you
sleep like this?"
"No," Kyle said. "Please. Don’t stop."
"You know what you got to say boy," JT said.
"I’m your bitch," Kyle said, pushing his ass back to
meet JT’s fingers. "I’ll be your girl JT. Let me come,
please," Kyle begged.
"Oh yeah. I’m gonna let you come just like a bitch, on
your knees."
JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle’s ass, and spun him
around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard
cock jutting up between his legs.
"Down," JT said. "I’m gonna watch you jack off on your
knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are."
Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock
and started jacking off again, moaning and panting
softly.
"Look at me boy," JT said, standing over him.
Kyle met his dark eyes.
"You’re my bitch now," JT said, while Kyle jacked off
for him on his knees. He slapped Kyle's face lightly.
"You understand?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his
hard cock.
JT grabbed Kyle’s chin so he could look down into the
boy’s eyes. He loved seeing the need in Kyle's eyes.
"You’re gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass.
How come?" JT said.
Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his
face again, harder.
"How come you’re gonna suck my cock and take it up the
ass?" JT said.
Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT’s
hard, merciless eyes.
"‘Cause I’m a bitch," Kyle said.
A moan of pleasure escaped him.
"Please JT," Kyle begged. "Please."
"Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear
you say it. Tell me you’re my bitch, over and over,
‘til you shoot."
"I’m your bitch," Kyle said, jacking himself off
wildly.
Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a
bitch of himself for him.
"Louder," JT said, giving Kyle’s face a rough shake.
"Don’t piss me off."
"I’m your bitch JT," Kyle said, loud enough for it to
echo in the small cell.
"Good," JT said, holding Kyle’s face and looking
straight down into his eyes.
"Keep saying it ‘til you come."
Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly,
panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was
JT’s bitch.
"Yeah bitch, come on," JT said, when he saw Kyle was
close. "Shoot your come on your knees for me."
Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his
face, looking down into Kyle’s eyes. A final groan of
ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.
"Lick it off your hand," JT said, standing back.
He watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand,
enjoying the way the boy’s face flushed with shame,
thinking about what he’d done. When Kyle had licked the
last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back
on him and got into his bunk.
"Go to sleep," he told Kyle. "I’m busting your cherry
tomorrow night."
He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell
asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.
CHAPTER II
Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone
room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all
around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning
sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the
dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.
All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of
men who’d spent a long time in prison. Their hard
bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for
violence that gave them the look of predators on the
prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren’t in
prison, they’d be rich from all the money they made for
Purgatory.
"Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night,"
Terence said.
Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with
muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle
and ran his tongue across his lips.
"Yeah," Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to
Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron.
Even his face looked angular with muscle. "I’m your
bitch, JT. I’m your bitch," Tyrone said in a high
falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.
Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face
turning a brilliant scarlet.
The whole table of black men laughed.
"Look at that bitch," Calvin said. "He’s turning all
red and shit. What’s wrong boy, you didn’t like JT’s
fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?"
JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy’s
red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright
with unshed tears under his long lashes.
"Leave him alone," JT said quietly.
"Come on man, tell us," Terence said. "Did you fuck the
bitch? He got a tight ass?"
"Nah, he didn’t fuck her," Tyrone said. "Ain’t nobody
heard no screaming."
The whole table broke into laughter again. To Kyle they
sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He
fought back tears. It would just make things worse if
he cried.
"I said, leave him alone," JT said in an even quieter
voice.
Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low
voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The
other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.
"Hey man," Tyrone said, "he’s just a bitch. What the
fuck do you care?"
The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.
"You know what your problem is Tyrone?" JT said.
"What?" Tyrone said, loud and cocky. "Bitches can’t get
enough of my dick?"
"No," JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. "You’re too
stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth."
Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but
Calvin said, "Leave it alone Ty. Shut up."
"Stay away from my bitch," JT said, looking Tyrone in
the eye. "I let it go last time ‘cause I owed you.
Don’t start no shit with me."
"Come on, JT, forget it, alright?" Terence said.
After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy
silence at the table. In a little while, the men
started talking about the coming games on television.
Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room,
and all the men filed out to their work details.
Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other
men.
"Looks like your new bitch ain’t saying bye," he heard
Tyrone say.
Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his
job at the library.
"Hey boy," Kyle heard JT saying behind him.
But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He’d be
safe once he got to the library. He hoped.
JT’s long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle’s
arm, just outside the men’s room. A uniformed guard
stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the
bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by
the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were
invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said
nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear
pass briefly across his face when he met JT’s eyes.
Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the
brick walls.
"What the fuck’s wrong with you bitch? Walking out on
me like that?"
Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of
disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and
walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he’d
done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.
"I didn’t do anything," Kyle said, looking up into JT’s
black eyes. He tried to push past him. "I have to get
to the library. I’ll get in trouble."
"Fuck that," JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm hard. "You’re
in trouble now bitch."
JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy
into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle
hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.
"What’s wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone,
didn’t I? I could of made you get on your knees between
my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in
here’s gonna stop me?"
Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he
couldn’t. All the anger, the frustration, the
humiliation of the way JT’s friends had treated him
came flying out with his words.
"You did it on purpose," Kyle yelled at JT. "You wanted
them to hear me last night."
Kyle looked up into JT’s black eyes and saw a dark fury
that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle
realized he’d made a bad mistake.
"JT, please, I didn’t mean-" Kyle tried to say, but JT
slapped his face, hard.
"You’re lucky I like you boy. You’re real lucky I don’t
take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin
ass with my friends," JT said in a soft voice that
chilled Kyle to the bone.
There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable
voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing
he could think of that might calm JT.
"I’m sorry." Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his
hands gently over JT’s crotch. "You’re right. I’m your
bitch. I shouldn’t have done that." Kyle kneaded JT’s
crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.
"Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?" JT
said, stroking Kyle’s cheek. Kyle was relieved to see
that JT's mood had suddenly changed. "You live in my
cell now, everyone knows you’re sucking my cock and
getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where
nobody could see you, didn’t I?"
Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he
didn’t feel. "Yeah," Kyle said, pressing his hands
against JT's bulging jeans. "You’re right. Let me show
you I’m sorry."
"That’s better bitch," JT said, undoing his jeans.
Kyle reached for JT’s hard cock like he was desperate
to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure
that if he didn’t suck him off real good, JT would take
him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.
JT grabbed Kyle’s hair and slapped his face lightly
when the boy didn’t open his mouth fast enough.
His cheeks stinging from JT’s heavy hand, Kyle
stretched his pink lips around JT’s dark chocolate
cock. It wasn’t like last night. JT was impatient,
driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle,
looking down into his scared eyes.
"Don’t make me mad boy," JT said, thrusting his hips
into Kyle’s face. "Or I’ll make it bad for you bitch.
I’ll rent your ass out."
He fucked deep into Kyle’s mouth, choking him again and
again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT
twined both his powerful hands into Kyle’s hair,
holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and
out of his soft pink lips.
"Tonight, I’m fucking that pretty virgin ass real
hard," JT said.
Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of
fear.
"That’s right boy, I’m busting your cherry tonight," JT
said, stroking in and out of Kyle’s hot mouth.
He pumped his thick cock into Kyle’s mouth, changing
his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips,
grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched
his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s
mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy’s
lips tight against his throbbing flesh.
"Oh yeah, boy," JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle
and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hard. "You’re
gonna be my ass bitch."
JT grabbed Kyle’s hair again, twining his strong
fingers deep into the boy’s silky hair, and stroked
into Kyle’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and
grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.
"You’re gonna be my girl after tonight. I’m gonna fuck
the shit out of your virgin hole," JT said.
He fucked Kyle's mouth hard, holding him still and
helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat
down Kyle's throat again and again.
"Cock sucking bitch," JT said, panting hard, "Oh fuck,"
he said between clenched teeth. "Take it bitch. Take my
fucking come."
JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled
Kyle’s face down on his cock, moaning so low it was
almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock
jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat.
Kyle swallowed JT’s heavy load of thick come, then ran
his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.
"Don’t beat me up," Kyle pleaded, licking JT’s cock,
looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT's
balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.
Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes
blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his
arm in a splint.
"I’ll do what you want," Kyle said, licking JT’s balls
softly, looking up into dark eyes.
"That’s what you said last night, bitch," JT said,
zipping his jeans. "And by breakfast you was already
pissing me off."
Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in
JT's voice before he sucked him off coming back.
"I’m sorry," Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too
low to be heard.
Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about
to make him into Jimmy’s twin. He remembered the scared
look on the guard’s face outside the bathroom. Kyle
knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how
loud he screamed.
Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his
eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that
would come driving into his face.
"Look at me boy," JT said, bending over Kyle.
Kyle’s eyes flew open. JT’s face loomed large over him.
"The last thing you want in this world is to be on my
bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side," JT said in a
soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest
threat. "Next time you think about fucking with me,
don’t do it."
He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees,
more scared than he had ever been.
When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to
ask him where the fuck he’d been, why he was so late.
But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then
went back to the paper he’d been reading.
When Tyrone walked into the library two hours later,
all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used
the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-
shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the
darkest corner between stacks in the big library and
hid.
"Hey boy," Tyrone said, when he found Kyle’s hiding
place. He’d sniffed him out like a predator. "How come
you’re back here in the dark?"
Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in
the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone’s huge body
blocked his way out. Kyle’s mind raced. He knew trouble
was heading for him like a screaming freight train.
Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches
from the boy. "Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?"
Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.
"When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night,
to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his
time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before
boy?"
Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His
voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet
talk.
"No. I’m a virgin." Kyle was too scared to look up into
Tyrone’s greedy eyes.
Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle's crotch, felt the
growing hardness there.
"You’re hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin
hole fucked real hard?"
Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn’t
jacked off. He’d been afraid JT would know somehow.
Now, with Tyrone’s muscled body pressed so close to
him, Kyle was hard again.
"Please-"
But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and
spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle’s jeans
and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He
pressed his big hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling the
boy’s cry of surprise.
"I wanna see what JT's getting," Tyrone whispered into
Kyle’s ear. "I’m gonna see how tight this virgin ass
is."
Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle’s
hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and
out of Kyle’s hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.
"You’re a fucking tight bitch," Tyrone said, pulling
his finger out.
He rubbed his hard cock against the boy’s ass roughly.
"You’re lucky you belong to JT. ‘Cause if you was my
bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made
you scream real loud."
Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy
to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his
hard cock and grabbed Kyle’s hair.
"You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I’ll
tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my
cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when
he ain’t around? Remember Jimmy?"
Kyle, haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy’s
battered face, opened his mouth.
CHAPTER IV
At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his
friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him,
as if the library had never happened. The men at the
table talked about the game last night and coming bad
weather.
This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table,
like he knew he should, then followed him out of the
cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but
his mood was different this time.
"Hey baby," JT said, once they were inside.
He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His
palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle’s head. His
heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making
him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.
"You sucked me off real good this morning." JT rubbed
his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes,
running his hard fingers along Kyle’s soft lips.
Kyle didn’t know why, but the way JT fucked his face
without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot
for his cock. JT's hard, muscled body felt good pressed
up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle's
cock surge. But Kyle couldn’t get Tyrone’s words out of
his mind.
"What’s wrong baby? How come you’re shaking like that?"
JT said.
Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but
he JT didn’t let him. He took Kyle’s chin in his hands
and made him look up at him.
"Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?"
JT said, his voice low and cold.
Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT’s hard eyes. "No JT."
"Nobody said nothing to you?" JT said, grinding his
hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT’s thick
cock rising already.
"No." Kyle looked down at the floor so he wouldn’t have
to meet the raging hunger in JT’s dark eyes.
JT shook Kyle’s face and looked down into Kyle's eyes.
He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass
fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared
that JT would hurt him real bad.
"I don’t like it when my bitches lie to me," JT said
quietly.
Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he
was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.
"Tell me what happened to you boy," JT said.
He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to
Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides,
studying Kyle.
"Don’t hurt me," Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice.
"He made me do it."
"Who made you do what? Talk to me boy."
Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what
happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He
told JT everything.
"After he came in my mouth, he said he’d be back
whenever he wanted to," Kyle said, looking up at JT.
"He said if I told you, he’d say it was me who came to
him. But I didn’t JT, I swear. It happened like I told
you."
For long seconds that seemed like an eternity to Kyle,
JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble.
Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked
the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the
solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the
polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring
the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the
other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the
bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.
Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT’s rampage,
praying he wasn’t next to get kicked around the stone
floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted
nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing
hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands,
cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull
him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened
dog.
"I’m telling the truth, JT," Kyle managed to say
through his chattering teeth.
"I know you are boy."
JT’s soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up
into JT’s furious face.
"Relax, bitch. I ain’t hurting you."
"You’re not?" Kyle said.
"No," JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and
looked down into the boy’s terrified eyes.
"You know what happens now boy?"
Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s cold eyes.
"Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I’m
fighting him for you. There’s gonna be a dark game
tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. And
I’m gonna carve my initials into Tyrone."
JT’s voice was soft and calm, as if he were talking
about the weather. But his eyes were dark and stormy
with rage.
"Get back to the library. I got things to do."
JT walked out of the bathroom, kicking aside one of the
garbage barrels he’d knocked over.
CHAPTER III
That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking
out onto the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he
heard the breathy sound of a man either fucking or
getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to
think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight
tonight. Kyle would belong to the man who won the duel.
Tyrone’s words came back to Kyle with perfect clarity,
if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass
already and made you scream real loud.
JT walked into their cell and picked up a black bag
that Kyle hadn’t noticed.
"Come on boy," JT said, looking at Kyle. "Game time."
Kyle jumped down from his bunk, looking up at JT,
puzzled.
"We can’t leave the cell," Kyle said. "It’s almost
lights out."
JT took his hand. "You’re with me now. Come on. Let’s
go."
Kyle followed JT past guards who acted like they were
both invisible. One guard nodded to JT and asked him
how he was doing. No one tried to stop them.
They left the tier, went down old stone steps that
smelled of sweat and urine, past the first floor. Kyle
counted two flights below the first floor before a big,
black iron door blocked their way.
"Where are we?" Kyle said, looking around in the
darkness.
"Old part of the prison," JT said, slipping a key from
his pocket.
He slid the skeleton key into the ancient looking lock
and the door opened with a soft creak that spoke of
well oiled hinges. The corridor beyond lay in pitch
black darkness.
Kyle hung back, looking into the darkness. JT pulled a
powerful flashlight from his black bag and took Kyle’s
hand again. On the other side, JT locked the big door.
Now they stood in near total darkness, except for the
narrow beam of the flashlight. The only sound was their
breathing and Kyle’s wildly beating heart.
"Where are we going JT?"
"You’ll see boy."
JT led Kyle through dark corridors, past closed doors,
deeper into the musty scent of disuse, until finally,
they heard the low murmur of voices up ahead.
They turned a corner and Kyle saw a giant cell that
stood in the middle of a stone floor. Hurricane
lanterns hung from top of the cell on iron hooks,
casting a shifting yellow glow all around. No one was
inside the cell yet. Men crowded around the cell made
way for JT and Kyle. Calvin and Terence waited near the
cell door.
A blond man who looked as big as one of the original
Vikings, came up to JT and clapped him on the back hard
enough to send another man sprawling.
"You show him what’s what JT. He’s made trouble for all
of us."
"He won’t make no more trouble after tonight, Sven," JT
said quietly.
"Good," the blond man said, and walked off, trailing a
slender blonde man behind him.
"You ready?" Calvin said, taking JT’s bag.
"Yeah," JT said. "Take care of my bitch. Keep him
close."
"Don’t worry," Calvin said.
JT took the short handled knife Calvin handed him from
the black bag, then he slid his t-shirt over his head.
His body rippled with solid muscle in the flickering
light.
Calvin pulled Kyle back as JT opened the door to the
giant cell and stepped inside.
"Where’s Tyrone?" Kyle said.
"He’ll be here," Calvin said.
Terence walked through the crowd of men and stood on
the other side of Kyle.
"You stay close to us boy, hear?" Calvin said.
Kyle nodded, looking into the cell. Men clung to the
outside of the bars, making a living wall around JT. He
stood in the center of the cell, holding his knife. The
crowd buzzed with excitement.
"Where’s the guards?" Kyle said. "It isn’t like this on
TV."
Terence and Calvin both laughed. "Those games are for
show boy. This is the real thing."
Silence went through the crowd in a wave, and a path
cleared to let Tyrone through. Two men came were with
him. He took off his black t-shirt, staring across the
crowd at Kyle. He took a curved knife from the man on
his left, then slowly, so that every man there saw what
he did, Tyrone blew Kyle a kiss.
Kyle looked at JT standing in the middle of the cell.
He’d seen what Tyrone did, but his face showed no sign
of anger. The only sign that showed the fury Kyle knew
JT must be feeling was a slight tension that made his
sculpted muscles stand out even more in the flickering
golden light.
Tyrone walked into the cell, followed by the blonde
Viking that Kyle had seen earlier.
When all three men were in the cell, silence fell.
"Tonight is a dark game," the Viking said in a strong
voice that echoed down the dark halls, "to settle a
duel between gladiators. The man who frees himself with
this key, wins."
The Viking held up a large, black skeleton key. He
walked out of the large cell, locked the door with the
key, and hung the key beside the lock where it would be
easily reached by a man standing on the other side of
the bars.
JT and Tyrone circled each other in a low crouch. Both
held their knives easily. They were nearly matched in
size and strength. JT was only about an inch taller
than Tyrone. But he was lithe with hard muscle and
graceful on his feet. Tyrone didn’t move with the same
grace and ease as JT. Fear made his movements jittery.
His eyes flicked behind JT, distracted by noises from
the crowd.
JT’s eyes never left Tyrone. His face was impassive,
smooth, as if he were spectator with nothing to win or
lose. When JT struck, no one, including Tyrone,
expected it.
JT’s knife came in under Tyrone’s extended arm in a
rapid swipe. Tyrone jumped back and twisted away, but
not before JT’s knife left a light flesh wound.
"Next time I catch your bitch alone, I’ll fuck him real
hard," Tyrone said in a low hiss that only JT heard.
JT ignored Tyrone’s words, concentrating on finding
weaknesses in Tyrone’s defense. Words were for
amateurs. JT’s knife did all the talking in a fight.
JT came in for another strike, letting Tyrone think he
was going for his right flank, but at the last moment,
JT twisted back and his knife cut through the tender
flesh of Tyrone’s belly again. Another flesh wound that
stung like hell, but did little harm.
Tyrone was an amateur. He won in the games because he
was matched with men who were stupider than he was. JT
won because he knew how to get to a man’s weakness.
Tyrone’s weakness was his bad temper. JT played to
Tyrone’s weakness, inflicting light, harmless flesh
wounds with his razor sharp knife.
Kyle stood between Calvin and Terence. He grabbed the
bars with white knuckles, his face pressed between
them, watching JT and Tyrone with unblinking attention.
The way JT’s muscles flexed and moved in the shadowy
light made Kyle remember how he’d felt last night and
this morning on his knees between JT’s legs. Seeing the
way JT moved, like a warrior in battle, and knowing
that JT was fighting over him, gave Kyle a raging hard
on that throbbed and ached in his jeans. Kyle wanted
JT. He wanted to suck JT's cock and hear him groan in
pleasure as he shot hot come down his throat and called
him his bitch over and over.
The two men circled each other in a slow dance. Tyrone
struck out at JT, but JT easily dodged his clumsy
swipes. JT weaved back and forth, and from side to
side, raking his knife through the air, leaving flesh
wounds that stung, but caused no damage. Soon, the
constant badgering from JT’s knife and the jeering
cries of the men in the audience drove Tyrone to do
exactly what JT wanted.
Tyrone lost his temper. He came charging at JT with a
loud cry, his knife held high, his eyes wild with rage.
JT let him come, then side stepped at the last second,
tripping up Tyrone, letting his own weight carry him to
the floor. JT was on him in an instant, his strong arm
wrapped around Tyrone’s throat in a deadly embrace.
Tyrone sputtered and cursed, thrashing wildly, but JT
rode his bucking back like a sailor on a stormy sea.
The men in the audience went wild, cheering JT on. But
when JT showed no signs of letting go of Tyrone’s neck
to let him breathe, a silent hush fell over the
watching men.
In the silence that fell, JT bent low and whispered
into Tyrone’s ear, "I ever catch you near my bitch
again, I’ll kill you."
He gave one last squeeze, pushing Tyrone into
unconsciousness, then he let him go. Before he got up,
JT used his knife to carve his initials just above
Tyrone’s right shoulder blade. Tyrone would have to
someone carve them out or burn the skin to erase it,
unless Tyrone wanted to become someone’s bitch.
JT wiped his knife on his pants, and went to the cell
door, where the key hung waiting for him outside the
bars.
Behind JT Tyrone rose to his feet, like a man rising
from a drugged sleep. His eyes focused blearily on JT,
and he came after him, gaining speed with all the grace
of a charging bull.
JT whirled to face him, his knife up, ready to carve
into Tyrone for real this time.
"You wanna die tonight?" JT said quietly.
Tyrone looked around at the shadowy square, seeking a
friendly face. Finding none, he looked back at JT.
Tyrone held up both hands in a gesture of surrender and
dropped his knife at JT’s feet.
"I didn’t think so," JT said, and deliberately turned
his back on Tyrone. He’d already decided that if Tyrone
came at him again, he’d kill him. No more talk.
Tyrone decided to live and JT reached through the bars
and got the key that unlocked the cell. Calvin and
Terence met him outside the door. They tried to hold
Kyle back, but JT signaled to them to let him go. Kyle
ran to JT, running his hands quickly over his sweaty
body.
"Are you ok?" Kyle said.
"Yeah boy," JT said. "Fucking punk didn’t lay a finger
on me."
Behind them Tyrone slammed through the open door and
made his way through the crowd without a backward
glance at JT.
"What about him?" Calvin said, looking at Tyrone’s
retreating back. "You want us to do anything?"
JT shook his head. "No. Not unless he fucks with us."
Calvin nodded, but he looked at JT with obvious
displeasure in his hard eyes.
"Leave him alone," JT said, meeting Calvin’s hard eyes.
"Don’t make trouble where we don’t need it."
Calvin held up both hands. "I won’t do nothing to his
punk ass unless he crosses me."
JT nodded and grabbed Kyle’s hand. "Come on boy."
Men made way for JT and Kyle, making a narrow aisle in
the crowd for them. JT led Kyle down twisting stone
corridors, guiding them with the strong flashlight he’d
taken from his black bag. The noise of the men had
fallen behind them a long time ago.
"We’re not going back upstairs?" Kyle said, peering
into the darkness that pressed all around him.
"No baby," JT said, pulling Kyle along. "I’m taking you
on a date."
Kyle fell silent, and concentrated on following JT
through the twisting darkness. A few times Kyle thought
he heard far away screams. He asked JT about it, but he
wouldn’t answer Kyle. When Kyle thought he could stand
no more of following JT’s flashlight beam through coal
black darkness, JT said, "Stay here."
Kyle panicked when JT let go of his hand and walked on,
until he realized that JT wasn’t going far. They’d
stopped in front of a cell that was three times the
size of the cells in the main prison.
JT walked into the cell, taking a lighter from his
pocket. Kyle watched while JT went around the cell,
lighting fat midnight blue candles that were already
there. He could tell from the way wax had melted down
the sides of the candles that this room had been used
before. It didn’t have the same smell of disuse as the
rest of the abandoned prison.
As JT lit candles, Kyle saw red brick walls emerge from
the dark shadows. The candles revealed a stained stone
floor, and a strangely new mattress on an old prison
cot. A wooden table that had been new when this part of
the prison was built, stood in one corner. Black
handcuffs hung from the iron bars to Kyle’s left, just
the right height to handcuff someone to the bars,
standing up.
JT lay on the wide cot on his side, one leg up, and
patted the mattress next to him.
"Come here baby," JT said softly.
Kyle knew he had no choice. There was nowhere to run.
Even if he was willing to brave the pitch blackness
beyond the candlelight, Kyle would never find his way
out of the dark maze. Kyle walked into the cell, and
sat stiffly on the mattress beside JT.
"You want me to take off my clothes?" Kyle said,
looking down at his hands.
"No boy," JT said, running his big, strong hands over
Kyle’s slender body. "I’ll take them off."
Kyle swallowed back his fear. At least he knew JT
wasn’t going to just handcuff him to the bars and rape
him raw. He would have done that already. Wouldn’t he?
Kyle heard JT take off his shirt. He turned to look at
his sculpted body in the candlelight. His chest and
belly rippled with dark muscle. Sweat clung to him from
the gladiator fight. Seeing JT fight over him had made
Kyle incredibly hot for him. But Kyle didn’t want JT to
fuck his ass. Kyle wanted to slip to his knees between
JT’s strong legs and pleasure his thick cock while JT
told him what a bitch he was.
"Come here baby," JT said, pulling Kyle against him.
When he felt how stiffly the boy rested against him, he
said, "Relax boy. I ain’t gonna hurt you."
JT ran his hands slowly down Kyle’s body, sliding up
under his t-shirt and caressing his hairless chest.
"You’re soft," JT said, sliding his calloused fingers
across Kyle’s sensitive nipples. "I like my girls to be
soft like you."
Kyle slowly relaxed as JT fondled his body, running his
big hands down between Kyle’s legs, feeling how the
boy’s cock bulged against his jeans. JT pressed his
back up against the wall and opened his legs. He pulled
Kyle close, so the boy’s head rested on his muscular
chest and Kyle's ass pressed up against JT’s crotch.
As JT ran his hands over Kyle’s body slowly, he
whispered into his ear.
"I ain’t had a virgin in a long time."
JT ran his hands up under Kyle’s thin cotton t-shirt
again and found his pink nipples and twisted gently. He
kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, his breath hot
against his neck.
"Don’t fight me," he whispered, while he worked Kyle’s
nipples. "I’ll make it good for you, bitch."
Kyle, who wanted nothing more at that moment than to
feel JT’s thick cock stretching his lips, moaned
softly, letting his head fall back against JT’s broad
chest.
"That’s it boy," JT said, licking and kissing Kyle.
"You’re mine. Give in to it."
When JT slipped Kyle’s t-shirt over his head, the boy
was glad to be free of the thin cotton. Now he could
feel the hardness of JT’s muscled chest pressing up
against him, skin to skin. Kyle squirmed as JT ran his
big hands over his body, down between his legs.
"I’ll be good, JT," Kyle whispered. "I won’t fight."
"Yeah boy," JT said, rubbing his rough palms against
Kyle’s nipples. "That’s right. Be a good bitch. ‘Cause
you’re getting my cock up your virgin hole tonight. You
can get it hard or easy, up to you. Understand?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, lifting his hips as JT’s strong hand
kneaded his cock through his jeans.
Kyle felt JT unzip his jeans, but he wasn’t afraid. He
wanted to feel JT’s big hands on his cock. He was
desperate for JT to jack him off. JT reached inside the
boy’s jeans and rubbed his hand against the thin fabric
of his briefs, teasing Kyle’s hard cock.
"Fuck boy," JT said. "This cock is so hard. You want me
to fuck your ass that bad?"
Kyle moved his hips, pressing into JT’s hand. "No. I
wanna suck your dick," Kyle said, moving rhythmically,
wishing JT would close his fist around his throbbing
cock. "And feel your come jetting down my throat."
"If you’re a good bitch," JT said, reaching into Kyle’s
briefs and taking his throbbing cock into his fist.
"I’ll let you suck me and jack off." He slid his fist
up and down Kyle’s hard cock, slick with pre come.
"I’ll let you come on your knees with my hard cock in
your mouth. You want that boy?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, pumping his hips in and out of JT’s
fist.
"Take my cock up that virgin hole like a good bitch,
and I’ll let you come like that."
JT slid his fingers into Kyle’s mouth, making the boy
lick the sticky pre-come from his fat fingers. Then he
slid his hand down Kyle’s body, between his legs, to
his ass.
"I bet this ass is aching for something good and hard,"
JT said.
Kyle tensed up the moment he felt JT’s big finger at
the entrance to his ass.
"Relax bitch," JT said quietly. "Don’t piss me off."
JT circled the outside of the trembling boy’s hole with
his finger, kissing Kyle's neck softly, then he rested
his finger against the virgin tightness and let Kyle’s
writhing ass push onto his finger. JT slid his slick
fist slowly up and down Kyle’s throbbing cock, while he
fingered the boy’s hot hole.
"Oh yeah boy," he whispered into Kyle’s ear. "This fuck
hole’s so ready for my dick."
Kyle’s grasping ass throbbed around JT’s finger as he
slid slowly in and out of the boy. Still jacking off
Kyle’s dick, JT slid another finger into his ass
slowly.
"After tonight, you’ll be my girl," JT said into Kyle’s
ear. "Cause I’m gonna fuck this virgin hole real good
and make you take it like a bitch."
JT moved his fingers in and out of Kyle’s writhing ass
while he worked the boy’s cock. JT’s thick cock was
pressed up against the boy’s wriggling ass, throbbing
wildly. He ached to sink into his new bitch’s tight
hole.
"This ass is hungry for something bigger, ain’t it?" JT
said.
JT stroked Kyle’s slowly, fingering Kyle's ass, feeling
how the boy’s cock throbbed in his fist, and how his
hot ass grabbed at JT's fingers inside him. When JT
felt Kyle jerk against his moving fist and knew the boy
was almost ready to shoot, JT let go of Kyle's cock,
but kept fingering his ass.
"I’m ready for you bitch," JT said. "My cock’s so hard
thinking about fucking your virgin ass," JT said,
sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s hungry ass.
Kyle writhed on JT’s fingers, trying to get them deeper
inside him. He needed to feel something hot and hard up
his ass. He needed JT’s cock inside him.
"Yeah," Kyle said, moving against JT’s hard body.
"Please, fuck me. I want your cock in my ass."
"Yeah boy," JT said, slipping his fingers out of the
boy and pushing him away. "I’m gonna fuck that tight
virgin hole real good."
JT rose from the bed and slipped out of his jeans. Kyle
sat on the bed, his back against the wall his legs
spread, looking at the way JT’s hard swollen cock
jutted up past his navel. Suddenly Kyle was scared
again. JT’s cock was so thick.
JT saw fear come over the boy’s face. "Get on all fours
for me," he said, standing next to the bed, running his
hands over Kyle’s body.
Kyle got on his hands and knees, closing his eyes. JT
moved Kyle’s arms out from under him, so his head
rested on the mattress, and his ass stuck up high.
"Spread your legs," JT said, caressing Kyle’s trembling
ass.
Kyle spread his legs wide, exposing his pink virgin
hole to JT’s hungry eyes.
"Real nice, bitch," JT said, lubing his swollen cock.
He grabbed Kyle’s hips, felt him tense up. "You best
relax bitch, or my dick will tear you in two."
JT rubbed his hard cock against the entrance to Kyle’s
hot hole, pressing the head of his cock against Kyle’s
ass, feeling the heat of his tightness.
"Oh yeah bitch," JT said, easing his cock head into
Kyle. "Here I come for your virgin ass."
Kyle gasped in pain as the thick head of JT’s dick went
into his ass. He bit his lip, trying to stay still,
trying not to make JT mad at him.
JT moaned softly, feeling the way Kyle’s sweet ass
grabbed his cock head, pulsing around his hard fuck
meat. When the head of his cock was all the way inside
the boy, he held himself still, fighting to control
himself. He’d won Kyle’s ass in front of all the prison
gladiators. JT ached to plunge deep into Kyle’s hot
tightness and claim his victory.
"Oh fuck," JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten
inch cock into Kyle’s hole slowly. "I forgot how good
virgin ass is."
Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT’s thick cock
stretched his tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like
his ass was splitting wide open to take his dick.
"Please JT," Kyle begged. "I can’t. It hurts so bad."
"Shut the fuck up," JT said, inching into Kyle. "You’re
my girl now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch
hole."
Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in
pain, his whole body tense and trembling.
The way the boy’s virgin hole quivered around his
throbbing cock, and the sound of Kyle’s muffled groans
of pain made JT crazy. A primitive part of him took
over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with
the need to sink his cock deep into the boy’s virgin
hole and feel Kyle’s pulsing ass grab his dick. With
his cock only halfway inside the boy, JT grabbed Kyle’s
hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle’s ass onto his
cock, driving deep into him at the same time.
Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong
for him. JT drove into the writhing boy’s ass again and
again feeling how his sweet virgin hole pulsed around
his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying to
escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.
"Fucking bitch," JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle’s
ass. "Take my cock."
JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a
stallion breeding a mare. The sound of Kyle’s moans of
pain echoed in JT's ears, making his cock throb
hungrily inside the boy’s hot ass.
"You ain’t no virgin no more." JT pounded the boy’s
quivering hole. "You’re my fucking ass bitch now."
JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls
slamming into the struggling boy’s ass over and over.
Sweat slid down JT's muscled chest. JT gripped Kyle’s
hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the
candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly
in JT’s hard grip.
"Fucking virgin hole’s so good and tight around my
dick." JT threw his head back like a warrior claiming
the spoils of victory.
The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT’s
low moans echoed off the brick walls. Kyle’s whimpering
groans of pain were nearly lost under the harsh sound
of JT hammering into his ass, making loud slapping
noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again
and again.
"Oh yeah bitch." JT pumped Kyle's ass with a new
urgency. "You’re my girl now."
JT fucked Kyle's ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the
boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock.
JT's whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was
so fucking close.
"You’re gonna take my load, bitch."
JT's voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh
and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle's ass,
holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle's
quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls
clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his
thick cock hard into the boy’s ass, moaning low in his
throat.
"Take it bitch," JT said in a strangled voice. "Take my
load."
JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside
the boy’s hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his
hips convulsively into Kyle, as his cock exploded hot
come deep in the boy’s ass.
"Oh fuck," JT said, pulling out of Kyle’s ass.
JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy,
breathing hard.
"Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck," JT said.
"I’m sorry," Kyle was saying over and over. "Don’t beat
me up JT. I’m sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad."
Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all
over, begging JT not to hurt him. When JT reached to
pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and scrambled
further into the corner, away from him.
"Come here bitch," JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm, and
pulled him closer.
When the terrified boy looked up at him in the
candlelight, JT said, "I ain’t gonna do nothing to you.
It was my fault. I shouldn’t of done you like that."
He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited ‘til
the boy’s breathing calmed down.
"Don’t beat me up, JT," Kyle said. It was as if JT’s
words didn’t penetrate Kyle’s fear. "Please. I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to fight you."
"You ain’t done nothing boy," JT said, running his hand
over Kyle’s ass. "I ain’t gonna hurt you."
When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, "You were
a good bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me
crazy."
Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT
moved Kyle’s hand to his cock, while he reached over
and took Kyle’s dick in his fist.
"Come on, boy," JT said, moving his fist up and down
Kyle’s cock, "get me hard again so I can give you what
little bitches like you want – a big load in your
mouth."
Kyle’s fist closed around JT’s semi-hard cock and
started stroking him, bringing his fuck meat back to
life, while JT stroked the boy’s rising cock.
"You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?"
JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.
The boy’s cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle
had forgotten his fear.
"Yeah," Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked
each other.
"Yeah bitch?" JT said, stroking Kyle's cock. "After I
reamed your ass, you still want a load down your
throat?"
"Yeah," Kyle said again, feeling JT’s cock grow rock
hard in his fist.
"Tell me bitch," JT said in a low voice, "tell me what
you want."
"I wanna suck your cock," Kyle said, lifting his hips
up and down, sliding his cock in and out of JT’s fist.
"I wanna come while I take your load."
"You hot little bitch," JT said.
He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs
spread wide, his hard cock jutting up.
"Get over here boy," JT said.
Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He
took JT’s cock into his mouth and started stroking his
own meat. But JT stepped back, pulling his cock out of
Kyle's mouth. He slapped the boy’s face lightly.
"I didn’t say you could jack off, bitch," JT said,
looking down at him.
Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.
"First you’re gonna show me what a real good cock
sucker you are," JT said, stroking his own meat. "If I
like how your bitch mouth feels on my cock, I’ll let
you jack off and I’ll give you a load in your mouth. If
you don’t do it how I like it, I’ll put you on all
fours and come up your ass again."
JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle’s eyes as he slipped
his thick cock back into the boy’s mouth.
"Yeah boy, that’s it," JT said, sliding in and out of
Kyle’s mouth. "Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my
cock after I reamed your virgin hole."
JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle’s hair, holding
his face still while he thrust slowly in and out of
Kyle's mouth.
"I’m gonna teach you how to be my girl," JT said.
"You’re gonna take my cock up your ass, down your
throat. You’re gonna bend over when I snap my fingers
bitch."
Kyle took JT’s cock deep down his throat, loving the
feel of his thick meat filling his throat with each
deep thrust. He moaned softly while he sucked JT’s hard
dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The
way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard
made Kyle desperate to come.
"That virgin ass was so good and tight," JT said,
pumping harder into Kyle’s mouth. "I’m gonna fuck that
bitch hole every chance I get, boy."
Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked
his face, filling his mouth with his dark chocolate
dick.
"How come you look scared boy?" JT said, in a low,
cruel voice. "You better get used to my fat cock up
your bitch ass."
JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle’s face in
short, fast thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing
the boy to take his cock deep.
"Stroke your cock, boy," JT said, looking down at Kyle.
"But you better not come ‘til I say so, bitch."
Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking
off. He moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth,
grinding his hips into Kyle’s face.
"You’re my girl now," JT said, riding Kyle's mouth.
"You only come with my hard cock in your mouth or up
your ass. I better not catch you jacking off again,
bitch."
JT fucked Kyle's face harder, driving his cock deep
down the boy’s throat, gagging him on nearly every
stroke. He felt the boy’s body tense, knew the bitch
was about to come.
"You better not, bitch," JT said, fucking Kyle's face.
"You don’t come ‘til I say so. Get your hand off your
cock."
Even though he was seconds away from getting the
release he desperately needed, Kyle let go of his
throbbing cock, too scared of JT to disobey him.
"Yeah boy," JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle’s mouth.
"I’m gonna hump your pretty face and watch you come
while I shoot my load down your throat."
JT ground his hips into Kyle's face, moaning deep in
his throat, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He
fucked Kyle’s face using long strokes, pulling nearly
all the way out of his mouth until only his cock head
was between Kyle’s lips. Then he pumped back into his
mouth, going deep, feeling Kyle’s throat clench around
his cock.
"You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch," JT said. He
pulled his hard dick out of Kyle’s mouth and pressed
his cock against the boy’s yielding lips.
"Show me how much you want my cock," JT said. "Open
your mouth real wide for me."
Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his
waiting lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees,
his dick hard, hungry for JT’s load down his throat.
"That’s it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I
fucked you hard," JT said. He grabbed Kyle’s hair and
fucked his face in a sweet rhythm that made his cock
throb with aching need.
"Oh yeah boy," JT said, between clenched teeth, "I’m
about to shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker."
JT pulled Kyle's face down on his cock, fucking his
face hard while he watched the boy jack off, sliding
his fist up and down his cock, slick with pre-come,
moaning around JT’s dick. It drove JT wild to see his
dark cock stretching the boy’s pink lips, and hear him
moaning while he sucked him off.
"Oh yeah, bitch, suck it," JT said, pumping Kyle's
mouth hard. "Take my cock."
Kyle sucked on JT’s throbbing meat while he jacked off,
moaning around the big dick in his mouth.
"Oh fuck," JT said, hissing his breath between clenched
teeth. "Here I come, bitch."
JT’s whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His
tight balls spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.
"Swallow my load, bitch."
As JT’s cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat, the
boy moaned one last time and his cock exploded as he
swallowed JT’s come.
With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT’s
hot come, Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in
white.
"You’re mine boy," JT said, wiping his come from Kyle's
lips. He stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, making
him suck them clean, then he pulled Kyle's face into
his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls clean.
Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up
beside JT.
"I’m putting my name on your ass," JT said quietly.
Kyle’s heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought
of a tattoo.
"What will it say?" Kyle said.
"‘JT’s Bitch.’"
Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a
long time, thinking.
"Can I ask you something?" Kyle said after a while.
"What?" JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced
behind his head, looking up into the flickering
darkness.
"Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so
hard?"
Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing
JT, but not touching him. JT took so long answering
that Kyle was afraid he’d said something wrong.
"I don’t like you asking me questions like that," JT
said. His voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.
"Sorry, JT," Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.
"You’re my girl now." JT turned on his side, and
reached for Kyle.
Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind
him. "Don’t hit me, JT. I’m sorry."
JT ran his rough hand over Kyle’s smooth, round ass.
"If I feel like fucking you hard, you’ll take it hard.
Any questions?"
Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The
hard coldness in JT's voice gave Kyle a strange comfort
he’d never felt before. In a deep part of him, he liked
getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the
way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his
cock, then lick his cock and balls clean. No man had
ever forced him the way JT did. It satisfied a deep
hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.
And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he’d want JT’s cock
inside him again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed
with dull pain, Kyle already felt empty without JT
inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time
before he craved feeling JT’s thick cock stretching his
tight hole again.
Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to
JT’s chest, trailing his fingers over his hard muscle.
When Kyle took the box of pink candy from JT yesterday,
he’d known it would lead to this.
"JT?"
JT rested his hand on Kyle’s ass, looking down at the
boy.
"What?"
Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, "Thanks for
the candy."
A hint of a smile touched JT’s dark eyes. Kyle knew
that there would be no escaping the fate that waited
for him in JT’s gleaming eyes. Now Kyle was a prisoner
to JT’s harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had
discovered that he didn’t want to be free. He needed to
belong to a man like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT.
When JT wrapped his strong arm around him, Kyle knew
that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin
territory.
END
This is my first prison story. Please let me know what
you thought: pennandquill@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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