From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Cop Bait 1/5 (gay)
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:31:02 GMT

Gay porn from the `60s.

			       Cop Bait
				Part I

	The bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, giving Cal a
small glimpse of the road ahead. Ted, sitting close to Ronnie, felt the
young boy shake as the thunder roared through the dark night. Cal - at
the wheel of the car - kept cursing softly as he peered through the
streaked windshield, trying to keep the car at an even speed; still,
the storm was getting worse, and the rain was now so thick that he
couldn't see more than twenty feet ahead of him.

	Ted wasn't bothered by the storm. He kept eyeing the kid
sitting next to him in the back seat. He felt the steel handcuffs that
held him as much a prisoner to the boy as the boy was to him.

	They'd left late, not thinking of the storm, and now that the
car was going so slowly, Ted knew it would be near midnight before
they reached the jail house. But that didn't bother him. After all,
this kid Ronnie was the hottest punk he'd had cuffs on in his career.
Nor was he concerned with the crime Ronnie was charged with either.
Nope. The disturbing thing was the too-handsome look of the young
punk.

	Punk he was, too. Usual run-of-the-mill type that you read
about in the papers: roaming the streets, looking for snort, cash,
fast fucks and thrills. Well, at 18, it seemed to the cop that Ronnie
had found more than his share of thrills, that is, until he was
caught.

	Rape. Mean charge. Gotta prosecute. Taking short glimpses of
the boy, Ted couldn't understand why the kid had taken so many
chances. A guy with his looks and build could have made out with
raping older women! Hell - there were enough hungry cunts around to
take care of a handsome kid like that!

	And the kid was really well-stacked, too. Must have caught a
lot of attention from hundreds of chicks, as well as men. Kids that
handsome weren't rare, but there was something WILD about this Ronnie
that put him in a class by himself. Meek enough now - no where near as
brave as he'd acted in court - this kid knew he was in for it now.
Prison is tough on good looking kids, the cop thought. His asshole
will be ripped open by morning. Too bad. Hate to see a first
conviction this good lookin' have to go through all that.

	Ted pulled out his pack of cigarettes, offering one to the
kid. Ronnie took it and let it dangle from the corner of his mouth.
Ted lit a match and brought it to the boy's cigarette. The light was
enough to show him how very blond the kid was, with a face that looked
almost angelic. Ronnie puffed, and Ted kept the match lit, studying the
face, until it burned his fingers. He let go, and the dying match fell
down directly on the boy's tightly-packed crotch. Ronnie gave a jump,
pulling his hand to put out the match - but that also pulled on Ted's
- and the match had burned out by the time they both grappled his
crotch. Ted gave a laugh and lit another match for his own ciggie.

	"This is gettin' worse and worse!" shouted Carl from the
front.

	"Where are we, anyway?" asked Ted.

	"Long ways yet. I'm only doing twenty now, seems like for the
last hour."

	Ted grunted, not responding. He kept drawing on his cigarette,
exhaling he could best look at the kid from the corner of his eye. The
smooth and soft skin of the boy's face gave him a tingle. Ronnie was
staring ahead, and every time a bolt of lightning came, thunder
following, his whole body shook in fear. His eyes were limpid and his
lips moist. He finally turned, looking directly at the cop next to
him. Their eyes met, and Ronnie looked down.

	"You're in for a surprise, kid," Ted said.

	Ronnie didn't answer. He kept staring at the floor.

	"Warden Manfield sure hates rapists!" continued Ted. "That's
the one thing he can't stand - a guy that goes around raping chicks."

	Ronnie still remained silent.

	"A good-lookin' kid like you sure must have made out without
needin' that. What's wrong with you punks, anyway?"

	Ronnie kept silent, not moving, suspecting a pitch was coming
in all of this.

	Ted then turned sideways, facing the boy. Slowly, he brought
his right hand to Ronnie's thigh, then he pressed hard. Ronny
stiffened, trying to pull away. He looked defiantly in Ted's eyes,
trying to see their intent through the gloom. But the glow of the
dashboard lights wasn't enough to let him really read the cop next
him.

	Now, Ted's hand was at his crotch, the fingers under his
balls, the palm rubbing his limp cock through his court-house jeans.

	"Bet you're proud of what you've got there, kid," the cop
offered.

	"Hey, man, stop it!". Ronnie held his body rigid.

	The young cop laughed, just pressing harder. Ronnie felt his
cock start to rise at the provocation. With that, Ronnie's free hand
came forward, grabbing Ted's paw, flinging it off. "Stop it, I said!"

	"Hey, Ted!" cried Cal. "I can't see a fuckin' thing!"

	"Then pull up somewhere.

	"I think I better."

	The car slowed, then bumped several time in what seemed to be
ruts as Cal brought it to a stop under a clump of trees. The rain
seemed just as relentless as he shut off the engine and killed the
headlights. Without the motion forward, they seemed locked in their
own little world, close, removed from everything but each other. Cal
let out a deep breath and then turned, looking into the gloom of the
back seat.

	"Well, how's the kid behaving, Ted?" he asked, smiling.

	"Climb over, Cal, and we'll both keep him company."

	Cal did, settling on the other side of Ronnie, with just enough
space to keep the three bodies an inch from each other.

	"This kid's real proud of his pecker, Cal," the older cop
said. "Real proud - `nuff so, he wants nothin' better than goin'
around fucking every cunt he meets. What ya think?"

	"One thing's sure," replied Cal. "There's no cunt where he's
goin'."

	"Yeh. Well, put your handcuff on his other wrist. This rain
ain't gonna let up. We're in for a long one. Just in case... "

	"OK!"

	Now, both Ronnie's wrist were shackled - one on each cop - and
his body tensed. Silence. Ted turned to face the boy, as he did, Cal
also turned. In the gloom, Ronnie could see neither cop was wearing a
wedding ring.

	"Well, partner, you say you want fresh meat. Here it is. And
it sure the fuck don't get any fresher! Let's go for it... "

	With that, Ted raised his left leg, quickly bringing it down
between Ronnie's, pulling the kids tense legs apart. Cal followed suit,
pulling Ronnie's left leg close between his own.

	The boy's rigid body began to shake. His legs spread wide and
held hard by both cops, his hands in handcuffs and no match for the
burly arms holding them hard against the seat. Again, Ted's hand was
quickly on his crotch, kneading it, pleading with it. Ronnie's cock
began to rise under the relentless assault.

	"Come on, guys, don't do THAT!"

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Cop Bait 2/5
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:31:47 GMT

			       Cop Bait
			       Part II

	The older cop, Ted, just chuckled at the kid's plea. He
quickly unzipped the punk's fly. Ronnie's engorged cock urged the
zipper open. Then his partner, Cal, reached up and grabbed the boy's
shirt near the neck, with a pull, the cheap State-supplied shirt
popped all its buttons.

	Ronnie then began to beg them to stop. He was in earnest. But,
the more he begged, the happier the two cops seemed to be. Once more,
Cal reached to the boy's neck and took a firm hold of his T-shirt,
noting the blond's firm tits both were straining at the white
confines, the young nipples erect. The meaty hand grasped the front of
the T-shirt, and with one rip peeled the punk's chest bare. Smooth,
defined, not a blemish on it, thought the younger cop.

	Ted suppressed his urge to chew on the erect cock through the
cheap boxer shorts. Instead, he pulled the belt from the boy's
midsection. The boy was shaking more now, more from fear than
anything else. Then the two cops each took hold of Ronnie's pants and
began pulling; a ripping sound filled the car for a moment. The pants
were in two parts. Ted lustily put his hairy hand on the punk's boxer
shorts. "Lift yer ass, kid!" Ronnie complied and the shorts were on the
car floor along with his pants. Now, with his legs still held in firm
embrace by each of the cops, the size of Ronnie's tremendous endowment
was evident to both.

	"Fuck!" yelled the younger cop. "I've never seen no white kid
with a cock that big!"

	"Yeh," exclaimed the older. "He's gotta be 13 inches, easy!
But look at them balls! More like horse nuts! Jesus, mercy, Cal - this
kid's a find!"

	It seemed like slow motion to Ronnie, as each of the cops put a
hand on his nuts. Ted's almost coarse paw on his right, Cal eagerly
massaging his left. Between the two of them, his enflamed balls were
telling his cock - now fully erect - he might enjoy this.

	And the cock did measure 13". The head of it was on an even
line between his nipples. Taunt, rock hard, straining at the flesh
that restrained it, already oozing a drop of pre-cum from its slit.

	"Shit! Hope they don't make me eat my own pecker," Ronnie
thought as time seemed to slow down further. Nothing like this had
ever happened to him. `Course, like most boys, there were the usual
little games that had meant nothing - except possibly in the knowledge
that they were doing something "dirty". No, once he had turned his
interest to girls, none of his own sex had ever laid hands on him.
Now, as the two cops started to paw his huge cock, Ronnie found himself
tense, ready to battle, but still wanting to cum, wanting something -
he didn't know what - from his captors.

	With his hands in cuffs, shoved behind him, each arm
restrained by the cop on either side of him, all Ronnie could do was
weave his body from side to side. These guys were no weaklings; Ronnie
knew he would end up on the short end of the shit-stick if he tried to
fight. `Sides, all he could do would be kick, he thought, and there's
not enough room in this back seat, not with the legs pinned down.

	And these guys were no weaklings. Still, it was a shock to
Ronnie to realize two rugged cops, neither of them more than ten years
older than himself, would be teasing his cock, obviously loving the
size of his balls, his whole gear. This was what "fairies," did, and
Ronnie despised fags. "Are THEY fags, maybe?" he thought.

	The thought propelled him forward, as he tried to dislodge his
legs from the leg lock each cop had on him. But the more he pushed his
torso forward, the harder Ted and Cal pressed against him. Now, Ronnie
settled back, his legs opened still wider, giving the two cops free
movement. His bare ass on the edge of the seat, the huge balls hung
over the edge. Ted's hand left his right nut, while Cal greedily
tickled it, the palm of his hand still cupping Ronnie's left nut. Now
Ted's free hand was on the kid's cock, friggin' it.

	"That's a real piece of meat, kid!" Ted exclaimed through
clenched teeth.

	The rain continued its relentless downpour. With the engine
and heater off, Ronnie was cold and his body began to shake. He gave
up his struggle. Still, the excitement was there and he felt a
sickening lust creep over him. He hated himself for allowing his
feeling to take that kind of hold over him - in the hands of two cops!
Ron was a smart kid, though. He knew should he struggle, it would be
harder on him. He sighed, the rigidity went out of his torso, but his
cock was now fully stretched. Had Ronnie put out his tongue, he could
now lick the head of his cock. Ted's moving fist was warming all of
Ronnie's being, sucking him down into the comfortable vortex of
shootin' jizm.

	"FEEL this cock, Cal," Ted cried.

	The other cop's free hand moved to the tremendous shaft, below
Ted's hand. The two cops paralleled their motion on the biggest dick
either had ever seen, much less held.

	"Can you picture those women gettin' raped by this?" Cal's
rhetorical question wasn't meant to be answered. "Bet you're proud of
this stick, huh, Kid?"

	Ronnie stared ahead into the darkness around him, not
answering.

	In response, Ted's grip on the boy's meat tightened and
speeded up. Cal's hand dropped to his own engorged meat, cupping it
through his uniform. Ronnie exclaimed, "Stop!... stop!... you'll make
me come!"

	A serious voice from Ted commanded, "Hold him down, Cal."

	Ronnie felt himself falling sideways against Cal as the latter
moved off the seat, and now his back was down on the seat with his
legs still on the floor. His hands were still in back of him and Cal
now pushed the kid's body against his own. Then, Ronnie felt a strange
sensation as something moist and warm encircled the head of his prick.
He knew right away what it was and the impact of the feeling was too
great for him to do anything but let out and long, almost passionate
sigh.

	The older cop worked his mouth up and down the rigid cock. The
trembling, but limp boy sent quivers of delight through Ted. "I could
eat this fucker alive; what a sweet, hot piece of ass!" he exclaimed
to himself, the saliva from his tongue drooling down the boy's huge
cock. Ted could only get the kid's cockhead into his mouth; no human
mouth would be big enough to take more. The cop thought to himself,
"This is like sucking on a bedpost - but, oh! what a fucking post!"

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Cop Bait 3/5
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:32:39 GMT

			       Cop Bait
			       Part III

	Feeling the shaking of the boy gave a thrill to Ted, and now
he devoted the full suction - all he could muster - to the enormous
cock's head. As he did so, he felt his jaw ease and almost unhinge.
Now expanded, one or two inches beyond the head pumped into Ted's
mouth. And the cock was hard against his gullet.

	The was the absolute King of Cocks, the biggest prick Ted had
ever felt or sucked on. He had been down on plenty of them in his 28
years. Ronnie's cock almost tore the older cop's mouth, but now, the
head squeezed down his throat and several inches of the horse-like
hose pushed into his salivating jaw. The more he sucked and the harder
he sucked, the more Ronnie was shaking. Small, intimate cries came from
the boy. Hearing them, Ted melted in warmth. "Oh, sweet Jesus," he
thought, "this kid's gonna juice my tonsils. I ain't even got my cock
out yet. Going to cream in my uniform just from him fuckin' my
throat!"

	Big as it was, the cock expanded more in Ted's throat.
Absolutely stopped (there was no more room in the cop's gullet), the
gusher of jizm began. Ted choked on the enormity of the first jets of
cum. As he tasted them, sweet and youthful, he eagerly swallowed the
spurts of cream as they warmed his throat, then his inner chest
enroute to his stomach. Spurt after spurt, it was still coming as the
first shot of jizm entered Ted's stomach. Then Ted felt the
tremendous pressure on and in his throat relax a bit. He pulled his
head back as the last jet of jazz filled his mouth. He could really
taste the freshness of the kid now, and the jizm drooled from his
lips. He twirled his tongue around the cockhead, savoring the flavor,
the exquisite deliciousness of the most beautiful boy, the most
enormous cock he would ever taste.

	Ronnie fell back, limp. He couldn't move. Those thick,
plentiful spurts of manhood had drained him, made him weak. Many
thoughts now flocked through the boy's mind. One of them was the fact
that of all the sex he'd ever had, none attacked his sensual nerves as
much as this.

	He laid there, still partly covered by Cal. But as Cal moved
off him, Ronnie was still on his back, as if in a faint. But Ronny was
in no faint - just in a deeply satisfied glow of warmth entirely new
to him.

	And now, now another tongue was on his just-relaxing meat.
Licking the cum and saliva from his turgid shaft. A grainier tongue,
rougher to the feel of the youth as it pushed into his piss-slit.
"Like being licked by the cat, when I was a kid," he thought. But the
cat had never slurped a tongue up and down, up and down his meat. Nor
had teeth gently urged the big vein on the bottom of his cock to swell
the head as these teeth were. Nor was there ever before a chin in his
nutsack, manipulating back and forth between his huge nuts. Almost as
though the chin were urging new jizm from those balls.

	Where Ted had just greedily sucked and swallowed, taking
Ronnie's load to the hilt, Cal was a manipulator. Course tongue, maybe,
but able to work both balls and cock, depleted though they were. An
even stronger erotic feeling overpowered Ronnie; he found no will, no
wish to move.

	Trembling again, the young horse-cock was on a life of its
own, unrelated to the satiated stallion that bore it. Ronnie wasn't
aware that his shoes were being taken off, nor did he realize that
another pair of handcuffs were being applied to his ankles. He
couldn't control his body to stop it from its gentle shaking. As Cal
sucked greedily on the giant stake, the boy's several convulsions of
trembling only added spice to what the younger cop was tasting.

	Ted had now secured the boy's two ankles. He began undoing the
handcuff that bound his left hand to the youth, snapping it then to
the sturdy door handle. Moving over Cal, feeling his head bob up and
down as he did so, Ted used his key to unlock the handcuff attached to
Cal's right hand. It snapped open, falling from Cal's wrist. Ted
attached it to the other door handle. Now the kid's arms spread across
the back seat, each of his wrists cuffed to opposite door handles. It
was a sex foursome, only two of which could move. The kid and the car
immobile. Cal and himself supplicants, adorants before a cock mythic
in size, immense in content. Oh, yeh, a fifth was present: the rain,
it continued to piss down, washing the whole orgy, blessing it with a
continual stream of holy water. The lighting adding flashes of
electricity - punctuation - to the entire unreal pagan rite of
worship.

	The movements, much less the proportions of the event, didn't
register with the boy. Ronnie's young lust now crept still stronger
over him. The cat's tongue on his engorged weapon was urging him on
to another crisis. Once more his cock began to expand, the head of it
already about to fill Cal's mouth. Now Cal's teeth were behind the
cockhead's flange, and the joystick's tip was expanding - forcing -
Cal's jaw to its maximum extension. Ronnie felt the pressure of the
teeth behind the head of his cock. But could do nothing. The cock had
its own life, quite apart from Ronnie's will or wish. And he felt the
blood rush into his cockhead. Cal moaned as his tongue swung side to
side `neath the twin orbs of the giant peckerpoint. And Cal thought
to himself, enraptured in pleasure, how much it was like sucking on a
very firm peach - all of it in his mouth. Only his tongue could move.
It continued to wash the glans. Nor could saliva escape from Cal's
distended lips. But cum the huge horsemeat did, gushing, sloshing,
vomiting from the very innards of the wayward god. Cal's throat was
flooded.

	And, as had the older cop, Cal thankfully drank from the
spitting prick. Drank as though from the very fountain of life. For
that's what it was. God himself on earth, in a California Ford,
fucking his very being into the young cop's stomach. Each spasm of
jazz only added to Cal's lust. He didn't mind the fact that his own
hard cock was giving him great pain mashed tight inside his uniform
trousers. It could stay as it was, for he knew eventually, it, too,
this night would gush life-force.

	From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Cop Bait 4/5 Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:37:37 GMT

			       Cop Bait
			       Part IV

	Cal's mouth dripped jizm and saliva as it finally left the
giant cock it had so savoringly enveloped. Ronnie was in bliss, the
second gushers of juice having left his being in angelic calm, in
total peace.

	But, of the trio, the older cop hadn't been idle while Ronnie
was juicing Cal. Ted had done his work. Without a word - for all of
these things were prearranged and happening of their own volition -
Ted had crept over into the front seat. He had settled himself facing
to the rear, to best enjoy the spectacle just completed (some would
say to worship anew the blond Adonis with the Dick of Death).

	And, looking into the face of the older cop in the front seat,
Ronnie sensed what they would be doing. Too late, Ronny was much too
weak from the double-suck to do any resisting. Now his legs were
pushed over the back of the front seat - with Cal grabbing his left
leg and pulling it hard until he was able to snap the handcuff on the
front door handle. This done, the rest was easy. Ronnie's right leg
was then forced over the seat and another cuff produced, this one
snapped to the right front door handle.

	He realized his predicament: his arms flung apart and held
tight by the rear two doors, his ass up in the air and resting on the
top of the front seat, while his legs fell forward toward the front of
the car, held wide apart, each handcuffed to a front door handle.

	The rain had lessened somewhat, but it was still coming down
too strong for them to leave their secluded spot. Ted had crawled
under Ronnie's leg, over the seat and was again in the back. It put
Ted's now bare ass next to Ronnie's right tit. The torn shirt and
undershirt still clung to the boy. They were but raiments to the
worship Ted was about to extend to the object of devotion. Ted could
feel the kid over to his heart's content. His hands roamed over
Ronnie's firm chest and stomach, marveling at their youthful
definition. Cal warmly rubbed the youth's thighs and legs. The tender,
smooth skin of the kid sent thrills through the two cops.

	"You're a fuckin' handsome kid, you know that, don't ya?" Ted
asked.

	"Yeh, dude, if you say so," was the defiant response. But a
response of fear, as Ronnie was fully aware of his situation. He had
lived dangerously enough to know that anyone tied was at the mercy of
his captors. There had been many close calls in Ronnie's young life,
yet he had always managed to get out of his predicaments. This,
though, was something different.

	Nothing akin to this had ever before happened to him. Here he
was stripped, his cock ripped from two super suckoffs, yet neither cop
had yet come. And he was spread-eagled, each limb firmly handcuffed to
a door handle of a `63 Ford... police car, at that. "What'll they do
for an encore?" he idly thought, not much caring. Still, they were
cops, they had jobs to protect, and the storm covered them from
outside observation like an umbrella. The rites, the worship were to
continue, he knew - but, stud-meat that he was, all he could do now
would be piss down their throats. Were they up to that? What further
could they want, other than to cum themselves? Or, was torture on
their minds? Ronnie shook, more from fear than from the cold.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Cop Bait 5/5
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:33:59 GMT

			       Cop Bait
				Part V

	Yeh, he was in a spot, all right. Here he was spreadeagled
over the seats of that cold Ford, each wrist `cuffed to the inside
door handles. His 13," meat sucked dry, after both those fag cops had
their fill, jizm droolin' down their chins. And his nuts! Oh, shit,
they were drained, despite their huge tennis-ball size, couldn't be
nuthin' left in `em, he thought. Still, the storm was lettin' up, the
rain still pelting the car's steel roof, but not in the torrents like
before, when he was being had. Whether the cold (couldn't have been
more than 45 degrees outside) or his apprehension took the better of
him, his whole body started to shake.

	He couldn't control it, even as the older cop Ted bent down
over his left tit and started to suck it. But now the cop's teeth were
in play and shivers of pleasure ran through the blond dude's taunt
frame. As the cop's teeth kneaded his tit, gradually his shaking
subsided and a warm glow started in his newly rising cock.

	Sensing the kid was now relaxing again, the younger cop, Cal,
moved his mouth to the youth's opened groin. He opened his mouth to
the maximum, sucking on the bigger left nut, urging it into his mouth.
Pop! And the delicious nut, curly blond hair, sack skin and all were
in the warmth of his mouth. "Fuck," the cop thought, "sure would like
to get both these gobs of swingin' meat - the whole sac - into my suck
hole." But try as he did, his teeth were too much in the way, even
with his jaw fully opened, to allow both of the massive nuts into his
eager cavity. So, he alternated. "Almost big as tennis balls," he
thought, "EACH of `em!" His eyes rolled in his head, such was the
delirious joy of the punk's sac on his tongue.

	Ronnie couldn't control himself. Tits sucked, each in turn,
while both balls were getting the loving licking, washing, sucking
they'd never had. "Chicks don't know shit," he thought to himself.
"Fuck it, these cops - fags, cops, hunks - I don't care what, sure the
shit can suck!" A deep and long moan came from the kid, his body shake
just tremors now, pleasurable nerve reactions of joy.

	Ted then moved his mouth up and down the boy's chest and
stomach - back and forth, his tongue forming circles and lines - until
he came to the thick bush of curly blond hair at the crotch. His hand
let go of the massive prick, now nearly as erect as before, as his
mouth opened wide to claim the cockhead again for worship. He moved
slowly, until the head knocked against his tonsils, and began sucking
in a slow, easy motion.

	Ronnie moaned again, this time louder.

	The frenzied suckoff Ronnie had undergone not half-an-hour
earlier didn't develop again. Ted was sucking slowly, barely using
more than three or four inches of the massive staff. Nor could he. The
cockhead alone with maybe a few inches was enough to completely fill
his eager, distended mouth. And, he found, the slower the moved his
mouth, the louder came the groans of pleasure from the kid. The more
his stomach twitched in joy. Cal, of course, was still mouthing the
massive ballsack, one nut at a time - in a seventh heaven of his own.
But Cal was alert enough to proclaim his love for the boy through his
hands as they caressed the boy's inner thighs. Lovingly, achingly,
flesh against flesh told the youth his body was wanted, needed.

	Ted sucked for a full fifteen minutes, pushing the youngster
into several fits of shaking. When he felt the cock expand and heard
the moans come more often, he would slow down, and both subsided. His
right fist nearly encircled the base of the cockshaft; nearly, as the
huge appendage was too big at the base even for his adult fist. Ted
thought, "The fuckin' main artery under his cock is swollen as big as
my middle finger. Shit! I'll never see a bigger cock than this, nor
enjoy any as much."

	Ted frigged the cock-staff, to again plug his mouth with the
joy of a fully engorged head absolutely stuffing his eager mouth. Now
the kid was close. And, again, the spurts came. Jizm shooting into the
older cop's tonsils, warming even the bottom of his feet, as the now
watery cum sluiced down his throat. Ronnie's body froze as he was
spending, his whole body taunt and rigid - only when the last drop of
jazz was squeezed from his dick by the kneading cheeks of the cop
would he relax. A great sigh, a moan, a hymn to cumming left the
boy's mouth.

	Both Ted and Cal rocked back on their knees, spent. Ted
reached into his shirt pocket for a smoke, offering one to the boy,
slipping it from the pack into the kid's lips. Then, digging for
matches, realized his whole uniform pants were wet in the front. He
cum in his jeans, probably twice, he thought, just juicin' and
salivating over that monstrous cock.

	"You're the finest meat in the West, boy," he offered. "I'd
swallow that joint of yours any day of the week - and you know it!"

	Ronnie assented with a low "Yeh, Big Daddy, you suck like a
champ."

	"Enough's enough, Ted." The younger cop was climbing over into
the front seat now. "We gotta get our asses there before Warden's
lockup or we're in deep shit." Cal emphasized his decision by starting
the car's engine. Ted only nodded in agreement, too spent to want
anything now but motion, and warmth from the heater, and this Adonis
with his beautiful chest and ass and now-limp meat only inches from
his adoring gaze.

	The car was soon back on pavement and the going now was much
faster than it had been those innocent few hours ago. Ted remained
sitting next to the boy, still shackled to each of the door handles.
Cal's back was warm against the kid's leg, the cop's left arm over it,
his hand rubbing the boy's foot and hairy leg. Still, despite the
appreciation Ronnie could discern, he could feel every bump in the
road. Soon his back started to ache. To ease it, he let his neck and
head drop from the top of the back seat. That helped. But he was now
bent backward to almost an inverted "U," his ass still resting on the
top of the front seat. Ted moved then, putting himself almost under
the boy. He cradled the kid's back on his chest. His two hands again
rubbed the smooth, youthful torso.

	"Boy, the warden's in a for a real surprise," the older cop
offered, as he continued to dust his palms over the boy's chest and
waist. "You may not realize it, dude, but prison rules for kids like
you ain't the same as for other cons. No, sir!" He interrupted his
voicing to take the cig butt from the boy's mouth. "Still want it,
babe?" "Sure," the kid offered, blowing the smoke out easily,
appreciatively.

	"Nope," Ted continued, "when a handsome kid like you gets into
Reggie's clutches, you sure learn fast what the Warden wants. That
dong of yours is gonna get lots of exercise. Heck, you've got a bigger
cock than any of the punks that live under `private rules'. And I know
Reggie. See, he's the Warden. And he likes `em handsome, you can bet
on that! But he also likes `em handsome, young like you, gotta be in
your teens, see? Handsome kids with nice cocks. Big cocks - nice
strong cocks like you. Boy! When he sees that giant you're packin',
he's gonna have a fit! So, make up your mind: you and your prick are
gonna see lots of action."

	As Ted continued to talk, Ronnie absorbed every word, as though
each spelled a certain doom on him. And his thoughts raced forward.
"Maybe," he thought to himself, "this warden is into dungeon shit,
torture and heavy duty pain. Oh, fuck, why can't we just head for the
border... I don't wanna go to the stir!"

	While the older cop, Ted, continued to talk on, Ronnie grew
more and more sure he was in for some heavy duty action when they
finally got to the prison.

	"You sure liked it when we sucked you off, eh, kid? Tell the
truth! You sure like it, eh?"

	"... No... "

	"Tell the truth, kid - you LIKED it!"

	"NO!"

	"You did! You went crazy when shootin' your cream!"

	"NO!... NO!... NO!"

	"You've never been sucked before - I could tell - and you SURE
went for it!"

	"NO!... NO!... "

	"You sure did, kid. You went crazy for it!"

	"NO!... NO!... I DON'T WANT... THAT!"

	Ted was holding Ronnie's cock, now soft and hanging down
against his stomach. He felt a trembling in the boy's loins as he
began manipulating it, still talking.

	"Come on! You were goin' crazy when shootin'!"

	"NO!... NO!"

	"You're even startin' to get another hard-on!"

	"NO MORE!... STOP THAT!"

	"Look at yer fuckin' cock! Gettin' harder jest as we talk
about it."

	"No more, man! Please, stop!"

	"You like me playin' with it, don't ya, Ronnie-boy! Come on,
ADMIT you like ME playin' with yer pecker!"

	"NO!... STOP IT!"

	"Yer shakin' like crazy. Real hot kid, ain't ya?"

	The cop's fist was now working hard and fast, causing Ronnie to
move about. That added to Ted's thrill of feeling the hot stud's body,
as the kid twisted and jerked against his implacable bonds. The boy's
enormous cock fitted Ted's hand like it belonged there and the cop
delighted in his own erection as much as the discomfort of the boy.

	"STOP IT! NO MORE!"

	"Say you like it... tell me you like gettin' blowed!"

	"NO!... I HATE IT! I ain't no FRUIT!"

	"You liked it... you went out of your fuckin' mind... say it!
Say you like it and want some more!"

	"NO! YER CRAZY!... TWO FUCKIN' QUEERS... QUEER COPS!"

	"I'm goin' to beat your meat until you admit it!"

	"YER CRAZY! LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST TAKE ME TO JAIL, MAN. LEAVE
MY FUCKIN' COCK ALONE!"

	"I'll beat yer fuck stick to a pulp, boy!"

	"STOP IT!... STOP IT!... YER KILLIN' ME!"

	"Boy! Reggie is really goin' to like you! He'll get a bang out
of breakin' YOUR guts!"

	"STOP IT!"

	"I'll just keep jerkin' the fuckin' thing 'til you say yes!"

	"YER CRAZY!. . STOP IT!... YER MAKIN' ME COME... STOP!"

	"NO!... NO!... NO!"

	"I can keep this up 'til we get there."

	"STOP IT!... OH!... STOPIT!... I'M... I'M... COMIN'... I'M
COMIN'... OH!... THIS IS CRAZY!... OH!... OH!... STOP IT!... YES!...
YES!... OH, FUCK, MAN!... I LIKED IT... I LIKED IT... BUT, PLEASE
STOP!... I SAID YES... I SAID YES!... OH!... OH!... oh-h-h-h-h... "

	The cop laughed, brushing his lips against the side of the
kid's chest, saying, "I knew you'd admit it, kid!"

	The huge prison loomed ahead, far out in the country, with
miles of plains surrounding it. The lights from the towers glowed
dimly in the stormy night, and when the car finally drove up to the
front gate, the guard left his shack at the gate and flashed his light
into the car. The sight of the near- naked Ronnie sprawled with his ass
on the top of the front seat and his wrists tied to the back door
handles brought a smile to his lips. He opened the gate and the car
sped through, circling first, then stopping at a rear door.

	The place was huge, standing four stories high - but this
section was only a single story tall, built like a wing that had been
added long after the original construction. The windows were high and
had bars, but this building didn't have the same imposing bearing as
the main structure.

	As soon as the car came to a halt, the door opened. There
stood a tall, gaunt man inside, with the light playing in back of him.
A canopy jutted from the doorway, making it possible for him to
approach the car without getting wet. He peered in and began laughing,
seeing the position of Ronnie.

	"I see you've been busy, Ted," he said.

	"Some kid, Warden," Ted replied, also laughing.

	"I can see that! Yeh, I can certainly see that!"

	"He makes a damn nice picture, don't ya think, Warden?"

	"That he does! That he does! Well, I think you oughta untie
him and get him in here."

	Ronnie was weak when they did untie him; he soon felt himself
being propelled out of the car and into the building - first surprised
to see that the large room looked nothing like he imagined a jail
would. The rug on the floor was thick, and the furniture was in very
good taste. It was a large living room, but part of the Warden's
living quarters. There was a beaten look to Ronnie, but that didn't
stop him from feeling foolish standing there in the nude. He looked
sheepishly into the Warden's eyes as the latter spoke.

	"Well, boys, isn't very often we get rapists here," he said,
ignoring Ronnie. "Of course, you both know how I feel about such
people. This kid's good looks certainly doesn't change that feeling
one little bit." His eyes roamed up and down the naked Ronnie, resting
when they did, mostly on the boy's groin. The evidence of what had
transpired in the car was right there, but that didn't disturb the
Warden. Having made his point, he walked toward a door leading out of
his living room. Ronnie was propelled forward by Ted and Cal. They
crossed into a longish hall, pausing only for a second in front of a
doorway. The Warden opened the door and Ronnie was pushed in. Ted and
Cal followed.

	This room was bare. Ronnie was made to stand in the center as
Cal kneeled in front him, fixing floor shackles to his ankles. The boy
was, through inexperience in such things, afraid to move, afraid to
talk. He did neither. Then Ronnie's wrists were fitted with steel
rings which were, in turn, attached to chains that rose to the
ceiling. Once the rings were fitted, the chains were worked from
pulleys on the wall. Ronnie felt himself being drawn up until his arms
stuck straight up above his head. This done, he was abandoned, as the
trio returned to the living room.

	Had Ronnie been with them in the living room, it would only now
have become apparent why neither cop jerked himself off in the car, or
why neither fucked him. No, both cops - despite the provocation of the
boy's beauty and massive endowments - had been waiting for what was
unfolding. Had waited from a sense of duty.

	For, now, sitting on a comfortable chair, the Warden smiled in
pleasure as both cops dropped their pants. He immediately saw dried
jizm around Ted's crotch; too, the evidence of wetness on the police
serge blues meant Ted had already come. The Warden fell to his knees
in front of Cal. Cal's flaccid cock responded to the Warden's licking,
but only after the older man had wet down his nuts with a generous
sucking. While sucking off Cal, the Warden was told by Ted of what had
transpired in the car. Ted was careful to go into every detail. Those
details, and the Warden's expert throating of the young cop's cock
were soon sufficient to get Cal near climax. Soon, he let every one
of his pent-up frustrations of the night loose. Cal flooded the old
joker's mouth with his cream. As he came, shaking somewhat, feeling
his legs getting weaker, the Warden sucked hungrily at the spitting
cock. Then, Ted was in his place, still telling details of the way
they had worked the kid over in the car and "what a fuckin' dong that
punk has!" Now, the older cop's watery jizm was sliding down the
hungry Warden's throat. Soon, the two cops were fixing their clothes,
smiling. The warden had never touched his own meat, nor even dropped
his pants. Though he didn't show it, he was extremely interested in
what they related about the boy.

	"... Yeh, he's a real prize, that kid, Warden. I envy you."
The older cop's observation roused the Warden from his thoughts.

	"Yes, have to agree with you, Ted. He certainly looks the
picture of health."

	"What I would give to be in your shoes! Oh... "

	"Well, it takes time, m'boy. It takes time. And connections.
Who knows? Someday you may climb high enough, meet the right people,
get into politics as I was fortunate enough to do. Who can say? You
work for what you get in this world, Ted. And you put out. Perks like
him aren't free. You pay for what you get. Hell, you might... "

	Ted smiled at the older man, then winked. "Yes, sir. I know
what you mean."

	The two cops, without further formality, left. Soon their
police vehicle was heading back to the City of the Angels. And Ted's
thoughts were somber as Cal expertly handled the car in the long
drive. Tonight, he realized, he'd had the best piece of ass he
probably ever would. "I came without even touchin' my cock," he told
himself in silent revery. "That kid is the best looking meat, the
sexiest I'll ever find. Oh, shit! Why does he have to be straight?
And, just to stay on payroll, I gotta get sucked by that old fucker.
What a pissy end to what shoulda been a beautiful relationship.

	The Warden, Reggie, smiled, snapping the whip in the palm of
his hand. This was no ceremony with him. He liked what he was about
to do - but mainly, he liked it more when the "culprit," showed
defiance. He was standing sideways to the kid, facing his back. He
smartly swung the whip through the air. It came down across the punk's
back. Ronnie sucked in his breath as his body rocked to and fro. The
whip came down again, as the the first time, and Ronnie's fear
overshadowed the pain he felt. He clenched his teeth. His body kept
swaying, pulling at his bonds, as the whip continued to lacerate his
back, shoulders and thighs.

	Ronnie didn't cry out. The pain seared through his body, but he
didn't cry out. It was his way of showing defiance to the man who was
his captor. Every time the whip whistled through the air, he closed
his eyes and grew tense, waiting for it to land on his naked body. The
Warden didn't utter a word.

	Suddenly, the whipping stopped. Only then did an unmistakable
sound utter from Ronnie's throat. He was crying. His body began to
shake as the tears welled in his eyes. His chest heaved as the Warden
rubbed his hand up and down the area he had just whipped. This added
to the pain, but Ronnie could barely move in his bonds. The hand now
roamed the front of him and his eyes stared into the man's eyes as he
felt his cock being grabbed hard.

	"So!" said the Warden. "You like using this on defenseless
girls and women, eh?" He squeezed the flaccid tube harder and harder,
finally causing Ronnie to wince. But the boy didn't answer; he didn't
know what to say.

	"How many tarts did you rape with this big poker, boy?"

	Ronnie's fear grew. This was nothing like what he had expected.
His mind provided no answers for the questions being posed.

	"Answer me!"

	"I... don't... know."

	"Were there so many you've lost count?"

	"I... don't remember!"

	"Then, TRY to remember!! I repeat: HOW MANY girls did you
rape?"

	"Maybe... maybe ten... "

	"And how many did you just fuck besides that?"

	"I... don't... know... I don't."

	"TELL ME!"

	"I don't... remember. A lot... maybe thirty."

	"Punk eh, and already quite a cocksman!"

	Ronnie hung his head, still feeling the pain on his back and
thighs.

	"Well, there are NO GIRLS around HERE to fuck, my young stud.
Still, this cock of yours is going to be put to very good use!"

	Ronnie wanted to weep now, something he had so rarely done
since being a kid. He had been a leader with the rest of the guys he
knew, and they knew it, too. Ronnie always sensed he had been admired,
by his peers and by his elders. But, now - this! It was hard for him
to grasp his position. Like a bad dream, from which he couldn't
awaken. The hand at his groin keep squeezing, then massaging his
joint. Ronnie didn't want to get a hard-on, but knew that was something
he couldn't control. And his giant appendage was starting to grow, he
could feel the blood moving into the tubular shaft, the head starting
to peer from its generous hiding place.

	Reggie was now frigging the cock, smiling as he did so. The
cops had been right. It WAS quite a dong! More than a handful, really
more than two handfuls. He thought of the other boys he had in the
wing and thought back to his early manhood. How much better hung the
ones were today! Must be the vitamins, he ruminated, and the early
age at which they're jacking off. Not like when he had been their age.
Kids knew today that there was nothing wrong in beating one's meat, so
they started early. And the vitamins helped their tools grow,
attuning their gonads, too. The Warden's left hand cupped the boy's
ballsack. Gotta be the vitamins, he thought, 'cause some horses don't
have nuts nice as this! And the Warden thanked his luck that the
vitamins and the early masturbation were really the providers of his
young charges. Sex crimes, go to jail, he thought, go to jail.

	As he frigged the giant tool, its head now fully bloomed from
the sweet sausage skin that housed it, the Warden's eyes roamed over
the whole of Ronnie. A truly remarkably handsome youth, he thought.
Perfect in every detail. A face that fitted a picture of innocence -
yet a rapist! A smooth body with firm muscles. His chest wasn't heavy,
but chiseled to perfection for the kid's age. The waist slim, supported
on sturdy thighs. The half closed eyes and the sensuous lips of the boy
just added to his charm.

	Reg Whitmore, Warden of California's largest Youth
Correctional Facility, stood facing young Ronnie, no longer speaking.
His had continued chaffing the hard cock. He kept his eyes riveted to
the boy's face; Ronnie couldn't hold the older man's eyes, but he now
and then returned a defiant glance. The Warden had a constant smile
on his face, while his hand continued working up and down the turgid
horsemeat. He felt the boy shudder slightly, knowing he might soon be
rewarded.

	"... no more... please... not again... "

	Reggie continued to smile and kept up the same steady beat of
his hand. Every part of the boy trembled now as he felt the first
spurts traveling through the long cock. The Warden stood aside,
watching the thin jets of cum shooting in the air; he continued
chaffing the cock, faster than before. His fist working like a piston
now, faster and still faster, caused Ronnie to start moaning. A choke
lodged in his throat. His mid-section pulled back from the hand
attacking his sex. The Warden's unmerciless jerking continued. No jizm
was escaping now, but the masturbation continued. The pain this
caused the boy became apparent. He cried out, then screamed; still,
Reggie continued the insensate jerking. Finally, he stopped. Ronnie's
body slumped forward.

	Without a word, the Warden walked to the wall, loosening the
bonds that had held up the boy's arms. Ronnie slumped to the floor. The
Warden walked to the door, killed the overhead lights and left,
locking the door behind him.

	It was past midnight now and the Warden had one more call to
make. He walked down the corridor - away from Ronnie's imprisonment -
to one of the far doors and entered the room. As he switched on the
light, the sight of young Will faced him.

	Will was a youth of eighteen, now in his second week in jail.
He was a tall kid, tall and lanky. He lay on a bunk on his back, stark
naked. His eyes opened sleepily as the lights came on. The sight of
the Warden brought a choking cry to his throat. The boy didn't move,
because he couldn't move. His arms were draped on each side of the
bunk, and tied to rings in the floor. Will's legs were drawn apart
until his feet touched the floor. Steel rings encircled his ankles,
which were also tied in the same rings. His body, propped in his
manner, had been kept like this for the past four days now - except
for the few minutes of exercises that he was allowed each day. Will's
prick was long in the shank and dangled easily over his youthful
balls.

	Reggie came into the room and sat down between the boy's
opened legs. The Warden immediately grabbed hold of the boy's cock.
Will's mouth moved as if trying to speak, but no sound came out. He
began to rock his head back and forth now as tears welled in his eyes.
He kept his eyes closed, perhaps to stop the tears, possibly to shut
out the sight of what he knew was about to happen. Reggie manipulated
his cock, working it up and down, trying to make the adult-sized
pecker (much larger than the Warden's own) come to attention.

	The weakened state of Will was understandable. In the four
days and nights the boy had been shackled to this bunk, he had been
visited by the Warden up to eight times a day. And jacked off each
time. It was part of his punishment for refusing to obey an order. The
first two days had not been the hardest - for Will was most sensual.
By the end of the second day, however, Will realized the Warden would
do exactly what he had said. It was then that Will had finally spoken
up, telling the Warden that he would do what he had refused to do
earlier. Still, the Warden had passed "judgment," and he was not the
type of man to go back on his word. Now, Will realized, he could beg
forever - the punishment would continue as the Warden planned.

	The kid was getting a hard-on now, as he always did. Once his
cock stood hard and firm, Reggie took a firmer hold and began
masturbating it in earnest. The was one of Reggie's pleasures. He
liked sucking prick, sure. But he enjoyed jerking them off just as
much. The Warden's eyes stayed on his moving hand, loving the sight of
the thick head. The body sprawled out in front of him was shaking. But
Reggie only had eyes for what he was doing. And when Will began to go
through the convulsions of his orgasm, Reggie knew that the cum itself
would be minute. The thin spits came, and then a few drops followed.
Reggie stood up, smiling down at the boy. Then, he turned abruptly
and left the room. Will realized anew that he had three more days of
this left to him. Reggie had told him that - for a full week - he
would be milked to cumming eight times a day.

	Reggie walked the full length of the corridor to his suite of
rooms. He crossed a small sitting room and the bedroom. The lights
were already on and he glanced up to see Art standing there against
the wall. Art was naked and had nothing of the frightened look in his
eyes the Warden had just seen in Will's. This was a handsome lad of
twenty-one, now entering his third year as a jail inmate. Two full
years he had spent under the ministrations of Reggie. Two full years
of whipping and gross indecencies. Still, some of the fire came back
into him over the months as the young man realized his wasn't all that
bad a lot. Reggie termed him a "willing subject".

	Upon the Warden's entrance, Art casually watched the man
undress. He then threw back the bed's blanket and got in. Art's crime
had been petty theft. His year sentence kept getting extended, though,
because certain "rules" kept getting broken. So, Art had already
accepted the fact that his initial small sentence was eventually to be
entirely at the Warden's whim. Still, he felt, this wasn't bad duty,
it beat the streets.

	The naked, gaunt body of the older man wasn't a very pleasant
sight as the Warden switched off the light, then also got into the
bed. Reggie turned toward the boy lying next to him. His hands felt of
the naked young man. He grasped the prick. Art's erection was
instant, but he had to do something too, he knew. His hand went
forward now and felt of the Warden's dick. He played with it, friggin'
it lightly, until it got as hard as middle-aged cocks got. He moved
himself down until his cock pressed against the Warden's. Then, their
hands grasped the two joints and worked them in unison.

	Reggie now propped himself up with pillows in back of his head
and the young man crawled over him. He placed his knees on each side
of the older's flanks, turning himself sideways so that his head hung
down next to the graying chest beneath him. Reggie pushed his left arm
over the boy's back and reached down to the asscheeks as his right
hand held fast to the youngster's cock. Their rods were almost
touching; Reggie enjoyed the feel of Art's hand fanning his as they
each jacked off. The older man worked his fist at high speed, loving
the sense of the slight, shaking boy suspended so close on top of him.
He held Art's cock pointing down toward his own, so that when Art hit
it and his thick cum shot against the older's joint, splashing his
stomach, Reggie kept up the jerk until Art's last drops were drawn.

	His prick bathed in boy-juice, Reggie rubbed his own shaft to
new life with the sweet elixer. Well aware of what followed next, Art
straightened his back now, pushing his youthful asshole against his
captor's cock. The still- warm jizm used as a lubricant allowed Reggie
to start burying his pecker into the boy-slut's pussy. As Art's
asshole expanded, the Warden's tool eagerly forced itself deep into
the young man. Both moaned aloud as Art's sphincter finally clamped
down on the base of the fully enveloped tool inside him.

	Now Art sat bolt upright on the Warden's dick, his knees
apart, leaving his entire groin exposed. Art's arms stopped his fall
backward. Again, Reggie grabbed the boy's flaccid, but responding
pecker. He could feel his own dickhead toy with the younger man's
prostate (and, Reggie noted, hit up against some shit that must
contain peanuts, as it wasn't giving much ground). The Warden began
pawing the prick and balls so prominently displayed in front of him,
while his own cock simmered in the tight ass- hole. The two continued
this for several minutes, each mute. Art was soon close to full
erection, such was the power of the shit in his rear (that he had
purposely retained) working against the hard dick massaging his
innards. Reggie worked over the dangling balls, enjoying the long-
shafted, moist- headed young cock that angled out over them.

	The Warden let go of the boy's equipment and began running his
hands up and down his bedmate's thighs. He rubbed them hard, knowing
that this caused pleasure to the youth. The deep breathing that
emitted from Art pleased the older man, tremors coming from him just
added to the spice. Reggie kept up this fondling, alternating with
cock, balls, then thighs, for the better part of half-an-hour. All the
while with Art manipulating the shit inside him to meet with the
dickhead also in him, the two were realizing this was to be one fine
orgasm.

	Soon, the Warden cupped Art's cockhead in his left palm,
giving full attention to the boy's cock with his right. He jerked the
dick in earnest now, using firm and steady strokes. And, as he did, he
moved the two of them, sitting slowly upright while pushing Art back.
The youth's legs straight up gave him perfect purchase to the asshole
into which his cock was fully extended. Reggie began fucking in
earnest. As so many times before, he fucked Art as if the young man's
tight sphincter were a wornout cunt. He banged himself hard into the
asscheeks, the extended legs. With his years of experience, Reggie
had learned how to prolong his pleasure. Thus was he able to lose
himself in the fucking without rushing to the supreme motion that
would cause his orgasm. He kept his joint buried to the root, several
times twisting and rotating it, always aware it was pounding against
hardened shit, but accounting that to Art's pleasure more than his
own.

	Again, the Warden grasped the younger man's generous
appendages. Art's hardened cock was like a stiff piece of rubber,
lotsa bounce and slap, but always some give. The old fart stroked it
at the same tempo with which he was fucking. Slowing on occasion to
prolong the pleasure his now shit- encrusted cock was taking from the
boy's innards; noting, too, the younger's increased arousal. Soon Art
was beside himself in the continual attack. His arms laid out above
his head, eyes closed, the head kept tossing back and forth as he
uttered unmistakable sounds of joy from his open throat. No words,
just the sound of a youth lost in passion.

	Reggie's one orgasm of the day was usually in this manner; he
was not about to rush it. Nor was he of the intelligence to realize
that this was the sum and total of his life's enjoyment. Easily, in
other circumstances, Art could well have been his youthful lover. In
fact, however, Art's pleasure at their coupling wasn't of real
interest to Reggie. It was only the non- culminated arousal his
activity with other youngsters throughout the day that provided the
steel to his tool this late at night. And, it was both the employment
and the sense of using others that lead to this ritual. Reggie did
realize few adult men in the entire world had his advantages:
powerful warden to a major facility that allowed unlimited variety,
unlimited stimulation. And power.

	At those moments Reggie felt himself on the point of cumming,
he slacked his motions and cooled slightly, his hand on the younger's
dick never ceased, however. But, enough; time to end the session, as
Reggie pumped the boy harder, with force, his hand always jerking the
enflamed joint of his opponent.

	The older started to cum - a long, agonized ejaculation. The
feeling began at the very base of his neck, traveling down his spine.
It reached the root of his shaft as he felt his cockhead swell, almost
stretching to envelope the shit deep within the boy's bowels. His body
shook as his jizm jetted forth into the kid's guts, spewing middle-
aged jazz into youthful shit. Art, too, was spending his sperm,
arcing jets too few in number compared with his pleasure; both now
groaning from ecstasy born of expended energy, work and desire.

	Pulling a towel from beneath the pillows, Reggie eased his dick
out from the boy's puckering ass-sheath. The towel now beneath them,
Reggie flicked on a bedside lamp in time to watch his shit-encrusted
pecker pop from the youth's well-worn anus. A moment later, Art laid
on his back next to the older man, once again breathing almost
normally. Sleep was overtaking him, but he knew there were yet other
demands.

	Reggie settled himself in such a position so that his head
laid on the younger man's thigh. He opened his mouth and began to
swallow the soft, yet swollen cock. Though the contact made Art wince,
soon the wet mouth was bringing relief to the enflamed tissue so
recently engorged with blood. As the Warden wiped his own dick of the
boy's surprisingly softened shit, his tongue brought some relief to
the kid's groin.

	Art hardly moved from his position, keeping his eyes closed
and feeling himself falling again under the sexual passion. The cock
started to slightly firm. Now, Reggie was mouthing his whole groin;
his cock extending somewhat down the older man's throat, as the bottom
jaw opened to suck the ample nutsack into his mouth. The boy's
thoughts toyed with letting the ample bladder of piss the evening had
accumulated within him jettison down his captor's throat. Still, he
knew the old man would have to be more aroused not to rebel against
that onslaught. The pleasurable thought persisted, though.

	The last remnants of the boy's lust were now required. Reggie
was feverishly throating the semi-rigid shaft. It was easy, just
letting his Adam's apple do the work, stroking the cockhead ever
further into his moist gullet. Meantime, his tongue salved the
ballsack in his mouth, allowing Reggie the greatest oral joy he ever
recalled. His own pecker rose at the prospect; soon he was close to
cumming as he felt a slight, but unmistakable rush of jizm into his
distended throat. But what made Reggie cum into his own jerking hand
wasn't the jizm ejaculated into him, but the rush of warm piss that
shot uncontrollably into his stomach. Art, fully expended, couldn't
stop evacuating his bladder into the ecstatic, cumming older man. And
since there was nothing to really swallow - the cockhead being well
beyond his Adam's apple - Reggie let the warm stream of fluid fill his
gut until there were only spurts, then a fully moistened pecker slowly
withdrawing itself from his eager throat. He fondly chomped a bit with
his teeth as the wet dickhead withdrew. And, untypically, Reggie -
with some degree of passion - kissed the cock as Art fell back in a
stupor. Sensing nothing but a fullness and warmth, Reggie pulled the
covers over their two spent bodies and was soon as fully asleep as
Art, the younger, cradled close to Warden's accommodating warmth.