!--ADULTSONLY--JANE/JOE'S PRISON ORDEAL!

by Arthur Kay

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FOREWARD: While the following tale is purely fictional, it is based on real happenings and events uncovered during my research on the forced rapes of many male convicts.

While I abhor the rape of any person, male or female, in any form it may take, I do find the whole subject fascinating. And not just from a lewd perspective, either.

Some of the victims, a small percentage to be sure, went from abject humiliation and horror to acceptance and, ultimately, to enjoying the ordeal in what I consider to be a very short time, indeed.

This amazed me, especially so when reading about basically heterosexual men who gave themselves over to the physical pleasures that can come from person to person contact even though their partners were of the same sex. Here they were, these straight guys, sucking cock, taking it up the ass, and much more, and they ended up liking it.

It's easy to say, "Oh, well, they were gay to begin with." but that doesn't fully solve the riddle. At least it didn't for me. I found the more I read the more I came away with a feeling that perhaps, even more than perhaps, there exists a basic gayness in all men and what prevents them from exploring that side of themselves is the societal pressure to conform to the idea of the supremely macho male. To most men, being tagged as a cocksucker is a fate worse than death as it connotes weakness and femininity. To wit, them's fightin' words!

Perhaps, in the "forced" prison setting, where choices are no longer theirs to make, they feel a freedom to let their hair down, so to speak, and put all preconceived ideas of the mythic male out to pasture. Saying, in essence, "I may be enjoying it, but they made me do it." Who knows?

Yeah, the psychology of it all would fill a book, if not a library, and would keep any discussion on the subject going full bore for some time.

As I said, I find it all very fascinating. I also found reading about Donny "The Punk" Stephenson, the founder of Stop Prison Rape (SPR), truly remarkable. Yes, he was bisexual to begin with, but even the world's greatest lover of cocksucking would find doing 60 men in a day and a half more than just an ordeal. It was a mind-fucking, mind-numbing situation that Donny refused to let blow his psyche to smithereens. Or to suicide.

Your gone now, Donny, but where ever you are, I want you to know that this story is dedicated to your unbeatable and unbelievable spirit.

Arthur Kay

            oe Jacoby stood there, in the courtroom, understandably
            nervous and waited for the judge to decide his punishment,
            his fate, and his future. A punishment that would soon be
            meted out to an innocent man. He had not robbed that liquor store. In spite of what the three witnesses said, just a
week ago in this very courtroom. It was a travesty of justice, a case of mistaken identity. But his lawyer, who Joe felt had really tried his best, couldn't prove him innocent. If only he had a better alibi than sitting home alone watching TV. But he didn't know he'd need one.

The judge spoke. "Mr. Jacoby, you know you're facing the possibility of ten years in prison, don't you?" Joe nodded his head. The judge continued. "Good! Now, today is your lucky day, sir. Because you have no prior record and have appeared remorseful for this misdeed, I'm going to go easy on you. You're only nineteen, Mr. Jacoby, and it would be a shame to ruin every chance you have at becoming a decent and productive member of society."

Probation? Joe hoped. It wasn't to be. "Mr. Joseph John Jacoby, having been found guilty of the crime of armed robbery, I hereby sentence you to two years, the place of incarceration to be decided by the Sheriff's Department of Corrections Office. Do you have anything you wish to say, Mr. Jacoby?"

Joe shook his head. "No, sir, and thank you, sir!" There was no use in saying he was innocent. He was resigned to just do the time and get it over with. After all, how bad could it be? He would be out in nine months with time off for good behavior. He most certainly planned on being good and behaving himself. No percentage in being a wise-ass in a place designed to handle wise-asses.

Two days later found Joe, all by himself, in a one man cell in the state prison. He flopped down on the simple cot and looked up toward the ceiling. The simple effort tired him, so he closed his eyes to see if he could catch up on all the sleep he had missed in the past few days. Thinking about being back on the street, he fell asleep.

Joe had no idea how long he had slept, but someone was now prodding his shoulder. "Hey, new friend of mine! Wakey wakey!" Joe opened his eyes and saw the largest black man he had ever seen. He had to be almost 7' tall as his head wasn't but a foot from the ceiling. If he weighed a pound, he weighed three hundred. All solid muscle. The guy looked as hard as concrete. Maybe harder.

"Hello," Joe said lightheartedly. "I'm Joe Jacoby. Who are you?" The man laughed.

"They call me Bruiser, but you can call me Sir Bruiser! Get it, punk?" Joe not only 'got it,' but fear had suddenly coursed through him like a tornado. He was in for a rough time with this guy, he was sure of that, but he didn't yet know why. This man didn't even know him. Joe sat up on the cot and Sir Bruiser wasted no time in establishing their "living" arrangement.

"Listen, punk, and listen good! Here's how it's gonna play out. Me and two other guys, Sir Thor and Sir Cougar, run this fucking cellblock. We control every fucking thing that goes on here. Say, 'Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir." if you unnerstan' me."

"Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir." Joe didn't want to create any trouble. He had been warned earlier that any trouble would surely add more time to his two years. The path of least resistance would see him through. After all, how bad could it be?

"Good! You learn fast, Jane!" Uh oh! Joe thought. "Now, Jane, here's what's going to happen . . . right now. You're going to get on your knees in front of me, take them two hands of yours, which ain't broken yet, and fish my dick out of my trousers . . . and then suck me off. And you will suck me real good, too, Jane. Unless you want me to arrange for your early death! You got one minute to choose, Jane!" Sir Bruiser looked away from Joe and fixed his eyes on his wristwatch, timing the minute.

With fear gripping him hard, Joe thought about it. Shit, he couldn't fight Sir Bruiser--he'd get killed! And, looking at Sir Bruiser now, he knew there was no amount of logical reasoning the man would listen to. Go to the authorities? What if they didn't believe him and sent him back? He knew what happened to snitches in prison. Ugh! And besides, going to the authorities would take place after he had sucked this guy off.

Joe fought back the impulse to cry, to start bawling like a baby. He knew this would only anger the man. Christ, thought Joe, what have I gotten myself into? He was now so nervous he felt like taking a crap and pissing at the same time. What to do? His minute was coming up fast and he had to decide on something. He did.

As Sir Bruiser looked up from his watch, Joe preempted him from saying, "Times Up!" by moving forward and kneeling in front of the big man and looking up at him. Sir Bruiser looked very pleased as Joe reached out and unzipped the big man's fly.

Sir Bruiser reached out and tilted Joe's face up. He smiled down at him. "Good girl, Jane And you'll see. It ain't gonna be too bad. It won't be no worse than sucking on a big, black lollipop! But this particular lollipop wants to be sucked on real good! You got that, girl?"

"Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir!" Joe said as he struggled with the trouper’s top button. Joe glanced down and saw a large bulge running down Sir Bruiser's left trouser leg. It looked unrealistically long! Animal like.

The fly undone, Joe nervously hooked his fingers in the big man's trousers and underpants simultaneously and pulled them down to the floor. The large black cock sprang up at him like a striking black snake. To Joe, it looked even bigger in person. And it wasn't even fully hard yet! Limp, it hung down 8"!

Joe had never sucked a black man's cock in his life, but he knew it had to be done now to keep on living. There was no other reasonable choice. He reached out and took the fat black cock by its base and lifted it up, pointing the huge cock head toward his mouth. Sir Bruiser moaned.

Joe sighed, aimed the large, spongy cock head at his lips, moved forward and put his mouth around the big, wide head. It felt awful. Degrading. Humiliating. Not in the least bit enjoyable. But he had no choice, if he wanted to continue breathing. It was suck the man's dick or die. God, he thought, the fucking head is humungous!

As he went up and down on the bulbous cock head and part of the shaft he felt it hardening up. A few seconds later it was fully erect and was easily over 12" in length and 2" wide. A monster of a cock that Joe now had in his mouth. Sir Bruiser moaned again.

"You doing good, Jane, keep doing it good." Joe sucked away, feeling the large cock head threatening to touch the entrance of his throat. He knew he'd gag something awful if the big head went even slightly down his throat so he moved his mouth back a little. That felt better.

Sir Bruiser now took Joe's blond head firmly in both of his large hands. He then pushed his cock in further and Joe felt as if he would upchuck. It was now just a smidgeon down his throat, but it was touching his gag reflex and making it twitch as it tried to eject the massive intruder. Tears welled up in his eyes and he had the urge to sniffle. He could smell the cloying muskiness emanating from the big black man's crotch area. Sweat could be felt forming on his neck and back.

Sir Bruiser pushed forward another inch or so. It was just too much. Joe started gagging and retching fiercely and was afraid he would vomit at any moment. He knew this would piss Sir Bruiser off, and a beating, or worse, could result from that.. But he couldn't help himself. Then he got a small reprieve. A silent prayer was answered. Sir Bruiser backed up some. The relief Joe felt was immediate.

Sir Bruiser, his cock still in Joe's mouth, reached out and tilted Joe's head up. "Since you've been cooperating so far, Janie, I'm gonna go easy on you. This time! But before long, sweetie, my balls are going to be resting on your chin and my pubes are going to tickle your fucking nose." He was looking right into Joe's eyes. "Now! You just go ahead and work my cock's big old black head any old way you want. I won't move a muscle. I won't try to choke you, either, but you gotta put some passion behind your sucking. You unnerstan' me?" Joe nodded, his mouth still on the big man's prick. He was grateful he wouldn't have to attempt to swallow it all. At least for now.

"And," Sir Bruiser continued. "When I bust my load you betta swallow every drop of my love juice. I don't wanna see even one drop hit the fucking deck! Now start sucking, fucker!"

The vehement way Sir Bruiser had spoken told Joe the man was very serious and meant business. He also knew that if he didn't please Sir Bruiser fully, it could, and probably would, get much worse. With this in mind he proceeded to blowjob the big cock with as much passion and ardor as he could muster up. Which wasn't too much and was done halfheartedly. He felt deeply ashamed of himself, but what choice was there? It was suck or die.

He sucked, his lips sliding back and forth on the big cock head, taking only two inches or less of the shaft. Any more brought about gagging. He worked the big prick for about five minutes and then heard Sir Bruiser yell, "Here I come, baby, get ready to take it all! Ohhhfuckingwee! Oh, yeah, here I go! Suck it, you fucker, suck it!" Sir Bruiser had tightened his grip on Joe's head.

Joe felt Sir Bruiser's cock head swell up and immediately unload. It felt horrible! Sir Bruiser was coming and coming. Gobs and gobs of the thick, scummy liquid. It reminded Joe of thick, lumpy yogurt.

His mouth filled up fully and he had to swallow, making a big gulping noise. He heard Sir Bruiser laugh after he heard the sound. Then his mouth filled again. He swallowed again, but less audibly this time. Then, holy shit, Sir Bruiser flooded his mouth once more! He swallowed again, tasting the acrid juice throughout his mouth and especially on his tongue. It tasted foul and nasty. As if it was rancid. In the past, out of curiosity, Joe had tasted his own sperm--once. It had a much sweeter taste to it, that's for sure. And was noticeably smoother.

Sir Bruiser pulled his cock out of Joe's mouth and wiped the sticky cock head back and forth over Joe's lips three times. Joe's lips felt sticky and very yucky. His mouth felt awful.

Sir Bruiser ordered Joe to sit on the cot. Then Sir Bruiser took a seat next to him, just like two old buddies having a heart-to-heart chat. Sir Bruiser put an arm around Joe's shoulders and spoke gently. So gently it scared Joe right down to his shoes.

"Now, Jane, it's obvious to me your mouth was virgin, which I liked. But unless you learn to suck a cock all the way down, right to the balls, and with way more passion, you in for a mess of trouble." He laughed, squeezing the shoulder gently. "But don't you worry none, Jane! I'm gonna see to it that you get lots of practice, starting in a few minutes from now." Uh oh! Then Sir Bruiser tightened his grip on Joe's shoulder.

"You ever hear of Ride-The-Whip?" Joe shook his head from side to side, fighting back tears. Sir Bruiser picked up on this. "You start blubbering, fucker, and I’ll make you eat all the shit on this cellblock, every fucking turd. You unnerstan'?"

Joe said, struggling to compose himself, "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir!” Yeah, he understood, all right. All the way down to his gut. Just the idea of eating shit made him feel like retching.

Sir Bruiser spoke, again very gently, "Ride-The-Whip means you sit on a guy's lap, in your case it will be Sir Cougar, with his cock up your ass. Then, one by one, every guy, all 65 of them, is going to come in here and put his cock in your mouth." He squeezed Joe's shoulder again, but this time even harder.

"And, Jane, you will cock-suck each and every one of them, making sure you don't spill even one drop of their cum balls. You unnerstan'?" Joe, in fear and trembling, told Sir Bruiser he understood. And he did understand, only too well, while he dreaded all that was going to happen.

Sir Bruiser whistled loudly, a short, sharp, high note. Then he spoke even more gently than before, almost in a whisper. "Now, Jane, you be a good girl and go and take all those clothes off before Sir Cougar gets here. I want him to see you all cute and naked. And, you'll see, it won't be so bad." Yeah, right, thought Joe, for you anyway.

Joe stood up on weak and wobbly legs and proceeded to strip. In a short time he stood completely naked before Sir Bruiser's leering gaze. Sir Bruiser told him to turn around and show him his, what he called, ass-pussy. Joe complied, feeling so ashamed and defeated that he hated himself. As he stood there naked, sensing Sir Bruiser's eyes on his back, he felt more helpless and trapped than he ever imagined he could. He fought back the urge to cry.

"Hey, Sir Cougar come on in! This is our new girl on the block! Jane, turn around and say hello to Sir Cougar!" Joe turned and saw another large black man. Not as large as Sir Bruiser, but much larger than himself. Following Sir Bruiser's command, Joe said, "Hell . . . hello, Sir Coo . . . Coo . . . Cougar, sir!" Kill me someone, he thought, anyone.

Sir Cougar grinned and said to Sir Bruiser. "Why the fuck is she stuttering, Sir Bruiser, you go an fuck out her vocal cords?" Sir Bruiser laughed. "No, man, she's just girlishly nervous. You know. It's her first time doing all this shit. And besides, she's embarrassed that she can't give deep-throat yet. Gags up a fucking storm, she does!" Sir Cougar laughed.

"Well, well, well," Sir Cougar said, looking directly at Joe. "The Whip will help fix that up, Janie girl!" The two big black men laughed heartily. Joe didn't. He didn't feel very much like laughing. He felt more like dying. He could feel perspiration forming all over him even though the cell was air conditioned.

Sir Cougar said, "Now, Jane, let's get your ass-pussy ready for The Whip!" He ordered Joe to bend over and Joe soon felt a rough, hard hand pushing something wet up his ass. A chair was dragged to the middle of the room. Sir Cougar then ordered Joe to stand in front of the chair with his back to it. Joe meekly complied. He stood there and awaited his fate. Which came real soon, too soon if you asked Joe.

Sir Cougar got behind Joe and commanded him to bend over at the waist. Joe did and dreaded what was about to take place. First, he was told to place both of his hands on the area above his knees. Then he was told to reach behind himself with his right and play with Sir Cougar's dick. He had to lean his right shoulder backwards and to the right in order to reach his objective, but he soon found the man's thickish cock in his hand.

Not really knowing what to do he just stroked the silky-feeling cock back and forth behind his ass. The cock elongated somewhat and Joe trembled at the thought that this cock that he was now giving an awkward hand-job to would soon be shoved into his rectum. On about the fourth or fifth stroke, Joe felt the man's full erection. It seemed long, very long. Then, as if to answer an unasked question about its length, Sir Cougar said gently, "Janie, in case you're wondering girl, my cock gets to ten and one-half inches when it's fully angered. Now, take your sweet hand, dear, and explore the full length and width. Do it! Now!"

Joe explored. As he moved his hand over and around the penis he found out the shaft was super-rigid with a coating of flesh that felt tightly bound to it, with little play. The shaft's cock-head was enormous. Both fat and wide. It was, like the shaft, very hard and unyielding. The idea of having it thrust up his ass made Joe feel like swooning. He felt the ground underneath his feet sway.

Sir Cougar told him to stop. Joe withdrew his hand and placed it back on his knee. Then he felt Sir Cougar's fingers probing the entrance to his anus. The fingers felt wet, slippery even. He guessed it was some form of lubricant, but he knew it wasn't Vaseline for it had no discernible odor. Sir Cougar pushed a finger into his anus and moved it in a small circle. Another finger joined the first. The two fingers then spread themselves out and he felt immense discomfort at their widest point. Then the fingers were removed.

He felt Sir Cougar's hard erection begin to probe the entrance to his ass, in the same way he felt the fingers, but the sensation signalled a much blunter and wider object. The big man used one hand to keep Joe's cheeks spread and the other go guide his cock.

Then Joe felt Sir Cougar push firmly inward and the pain came immediately. "Ow! He called out involuntarily. Man, it hurt! Something awful. Sir Cougar said, "Cry all you want, fucker, it's still gonna go in!"

Sir Cougar made it clear he didn't care about Joe's comfort by ignoring Joe's repeated 'Ows!' as he pushed further and further inward until his cock, all 10-1/2" of it, was buried as far as it would go into Joe's ass canal. Joe was sweating profusely, his knees wobbly, and felt as if he had to take a crap. Sir Cougar held his cock in place for over a minute before pulling it halfway out. He then gently pushed it back in as far as it would go. He repeated this action a few more times being very gentle throughout. The pain had subsided greatly. Sir Cougar sensed the change in Joe and started slowly backing up, taking Joe with him.

Sir Cougar told Joe to stay on him until he was seated. Joe complied, still bent over, and backed up with the man. Although the initial pain had decreased, it was still there, but it was more bearable now. Sir Cougar wrapped both arms around Joe and plopped the both of them down onto the chair at the same time. The sudden jolt drove Sir Cougar's cock deeply into Joe's ass and he let out a yowl. Sir Cougar laughed, as did Sir Bruiser.

Joe now felt impaled on the long cock's shaft with no hope of ejecting it from himself. He also felt even more defeated than before. Although Joe's feet still touched the floor, the angled position he was in kept the cock fully inside. And any movement, however slight, brought full awareness to his mind that he did, indeed, have a large cock in his rectum.

But, in spite of all this discomfort, Joe could also feel strange and weird sensations running through his bowels and spreading out through his upper legs and ass area. And the sensations weren't horrible, in fact they felt pleasurable, similar to the sensation of relief one gets from crapping. This facet upset Joe and confused him, but he was thankful that the sensations had replaced the earlier pain.

Sir Bruiser whistled again. What now? Thought Joe, the parade of blowjobs? A moment later a nice looking Latino guy entered the cell. He carried what looked like a doctor's black satchel bag. He also seemed quite cheerful, jovial, in fact. He was in definite contrast to the other two men in the cell. Christ, thought Joe, is this guy a weird doctor of some kind? The thought of being castrated crossed his mind and sent barbs of fear throughout his mind and body. He shuddered, feeling Sir Cougar's cock move again.

Sir Bruiser greeted the man. "Hey, Jose, my man, we got a new girl for you to fix up." Sir Bruiser then introduced the man to Joe as Jose. He was to be Joe's mentor and teacher.

"Jane," Sir Bruiser said gruffly. "Jose is my Girly Coordinator. You listen to everything he tells you and your life with us will be much betta. Got that?" Joe nodded and said, "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir! Sir Bruiser grinned at him and stepped aside. It appeared it was Jose's show now.

"Now, Jane, old girl," Jose said lightly. "Let's get you set up! It'll be fun, you'll see!"

Jose reached into his bag and brought forth a brown leather ring. Joe recognized it as one of those cock rings. Although Joe had never used one, or even seen one, except in catalogues, he knew its basic purpose. It would give a man an erection and that erection wouldn't, and couldn't, die down until the ring was removed. It would also prevent the man from having an easy orgasm, a premature one. To achieve orgasm, with the ring on, required more work and effort than Joe thought it was all worth. And why these guys wanted him to wear one hadn't dawned on him just yet.

Jose put the cock ring on the base of Joe's cock and down and around his balls. He had it adjusted to fit in less than a minute. Joe felt its tightening effect almost immediately. He felt his balls swell up. His cock, its blood now squeezed off, was hardening up rapidly. In less than 60 seconds he had a full-fledged, stone-hard erection. His cock head felt enormously expanded.

He felt embarrassed by it all, being this way in front of these men, but he made no attempt to conceal his erection. He knew they didn't give a shit and it would only make them laugh at him. Or worse.

"Now, Jane," Jose said lightly. "In case you're wondering why you have to wear this little doodad, I'll tell you. In a few minutes you will be sucking the first cock of many such cocks." Joe looked sickened by the words. "And we want you to enjoy yourself!" As if I would or could, Joe thought. "So, this ring will keep you in a state of sexual agitation. In other words, Jane, you'll be exceptionally horny in spite of yourself!" Jose laughed. The other two guys also laughed. Joe didn't.

Fuck you, Joe thought, no hard-on of mine is ever going to make me enjoy sucking dick. Never! No fucking way! You can call me Jane and keep me horny 24/7, but it ain't gonna change me a bit. The name Jane/Joe popped into his mind. He immediately tossed it out, but deep down he suspected that he was now, as far as it went, Jane/Joe. For nine more months, for crissake! Could he live through it? What choice did he have? Really? None, he thought.

The feelings stirred by the cock ring joined with the pleasant pressure Jane/Joe felt in his rectum. Sir Cougar reached around to the front of Jane/Joe, took his hardon in his hand and started fiddling with it. He started running a wet thumb across the tip of Jane/Joe's cock head, back and forth, side to side, tickling the tip and creating weird sensations in him.

It was pleasurable and at the same time, extremely annoying, irritating. He had teased his own cock this way, many times, to get it agitated and sexually stirred up, but when it became too unbearable, the relief given through masturbation always followed. Jane/Joe knew, in this case, he wasn't going to be allowed to masturbate. They wanted him erect throughout the ordeal. He tried to imagine away the sensations, to wish them away, but it was hopeless. Like trying to wish away a toothache.

Was Sir Cougar gay? Jane/Joe thought. He guessed he wasn't. It was just part of their silly fucking game to keep him stirred up, horny, and hot. Ha ha! So he would enjoy sucking cock instead of being repulsed by it. Well, he thought, I'll suck the dicks, but you'll never make me like it, no matter what you fuckers do or make me wear.

With the cock ring in place, Jose wasn't finished with Jane/Joe, not by a long shot. He reached into his satchel bag and pulled out what Jane/Joe knew was a set of nipple loops. But this particular set didn't look like clamps to Joe. They looked more like loops. Two loops joined together by a silver chain.

From the center of the chain hung a small spray bottle. Jane/Joe had no idea what the bottle was used for. None of the catalogues had shown anything similar to it at all.

Jose wrapped one of the loops around Joe's right nipple and pushed a metal collar up to tighten the loop around the nipple. The more the collar neared the end of the loop, the tighter the loop became. Jose pushed the collar up until he heard Joe say 'Ow!' He then backed the collar up a smidgen. Joe's nipple became hard immediately and he could feel a mild pain throughout the area. Not enough pain now to make him cry out again, but enough to make sure he wouldn't forget it was there. Jose repeated the procedure with the left nipple.

The nipple loops, Jane/Joe guessed, were meant to keep his nipples in a state of hardness and horniness, much like the cock ring's purpose.

And every item was working. He felt sensations now in three areas. His nipples tingled. His cock head tingled. His ass tingled. Shit, he thought, there are lots of weird tingling sensations taking place at the same time. I gotta fight 'em as best as I can! He thought this just as Sir Cougar shifted around a bit, pushing his large cock firmly back into his tingling, burning and stimulated ass.

Then he felt Sir Cougars thumb again. Moving on his cock head in little circles, pressing into the flesh, teasing and tantalizing him. It was almost unbearable. Then Sir Cougar stopped and moved his fat hand down to Jane/Joe's cock shaft. He just held the cock, not moving at all. Jane/Joe felt his erection twitch at Sir Cougar's touch. Then it did it again.

Jose said, "Jane, I know those nipple loops hurt a bit, but you'll get used to the slight pain, and anyway, you won't have to wear them at all times. In fact, tonight, they'll be removed every twenty minutes and left off for twenty more minutes. So, see? it won't be too hard on you."

Jane/Joe felt relieved learning of that fact. Jose then said, "Oh, you won't have to wear the cock ring at all times, either. That will also be removed periodically." He smiled at Jane/Joe.

Jose next took out a large bottle of perfume. He dabbed a bit of it on the backs of Jane/Joe's ears. It smelled cheap, tawdry even, and reminded Jane/Joe of a cathouse. It was the kind of perfume women bought by the quart, not the ounce. You didn't dab this kind of scent on your body, you splashed it on.

Had they chose, anyone could easily afford to bathe in the shit. Oooh, Sir Cougar had resumed his thumb pressure. Jane/Joe suspected that Sir Cougar was putting something on his fingers, some lubricating agent, for the thumb was always moist and slippery. He couldn't imagine the man spitting on his thumb. No, he was definitely using some kind of lube.

Jose reached into his bag of tricks again and pulled out a lipstick tube. He showed it to Jane/Joe. Jane/Joe could read the words Suckit Red on the end opposite the lipstick. Oh, shit, Jane/Joe thought, more fucking girlying up! Aaaah! Sir Cougar had released the cock head. At least for now.

Jose told Jane/Joe to pucker his lips and then proceeded to adroitly paint them. He then had Jane/Joe blot his lips on a paper towel. Jose then stood back to admire his handiwork. He looked pleased with himself. Jane/Joe licked at the lipstick and found it had no taste at all.

Jose then spoke, "This lipstick will stay fresh looking for 24 hours and it's smear proof, but you should reapply it every morning. I'll show you how to do that much later. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. He understood. Every morning. Christ! What were they turning me into? A girl you dope! They want me to be as girlish as possible. Oh, shit, I hope they don't make me wear a fucking dress! Or a garter belt! Or panty hose! Or a fucking bra! Oh, shit. Fear hit him and made him tremble.

Sir Cougar laughed. "I like when you wiggle, honey! It feels sooooo good!" Jane/Joe stopped his trembling in a heartbeat. Sir Cougar pressed his thumb into Jane/Joe's cock head once more. A few twirls that forced those exquisite sensations and then he quit. Fuck, thought Jane/Joe, he's playing me! Alternating me between relief and torture. He's done this shit before!

Jose had two last tricks up his sleeve. He told Jane/Joe to open his mouth as wide as he could manage. Jane/Joe complied, not knowing whether to be scared or not. Jose then reached down and got the small spray bottle that hung loosely from the nipple loop's chain.

"Now, Jane," Jose said. "I'm gonna give your throat a quick spritzing. It won't hurt and it tastes just ducky. Trust me. What it will do is numb your entire throat, similar to Novocain, and put your gag reflex totally out of commission, too. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded and opened his mouth a little wider to make sure Jose didn't miss his throat.

The spritz soon followed and Jane/Joe felt as if his throat had just suddenly up and disappeared. Vanished! It amazed him. Jane/Joe sensed from all the "professionalism" being shown that these boys had done this sort of thing many, many times before. They had turned it into an art form . . .