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

              nd he knew the object of it all. Girly him up, force him to
                 suck cock until he loved it so much he'd be a fag, and then
                   pimp him out. He'd read about this kind of shit before.
Prison punks, they called them, if he remembered correctly.

Then a silly memory flashed through his mind. He remembered one of those Fletch movies in which Chevy Chase is tossed into a jail cell with a big bruiser of a guy. Fletch asks the guy his name and the guy answers, "Bend over!" Fletch then replies, "Nice to meet you, Ben!" Thinking of it now made Jane/Joe smile in his mind and it made him more resolved not to turn gay.

He thought, fuck you guys! Do what you want to me, dress my ass like Cinderella, make me suck all the cocks you can find, but when I'm outta here in nine months, I'll still be Mr. Joseph John Jacoby, heterosexual straight man, thank you!

While Jose had been making his little speech about throat numbing, Sir Cougar had twiddled his thumb on the sensitive cock head three times. Three excruciating times.

Jose's very last trick was in the form of a cut-off white tee shirt. He had Jane/Joe put it on. It came down to just a few inches below his nipples. And it was one size too small. The cotton fabric stretched across his chest and pressed into both of his nipples at once, sending sensations through each. Man, he thought, they haven't missed a trick!

"You will be supplied with seven of these tees, Jane, and you are to wear a clean one each and every day. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. It looked as if there would be no dress to wear, no garter belt, no bra, no panty hose. Thank you lord! Oooh! It was Sir Cougar again. One full circle with his thumb on the cock head's dead center, then poof! his thumb was gone.

Jose was saying something more. "Now, Jane, this is a butt-plug." Christ, Jane/Joe thought, how many more fucking gizmos are they gonna put on me!

Jose held it up for Jane/Joe to see. Jane/Joe had seen butt plugs before, but he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to shove one up their ass. Oooh! Sir Cougar's thumb was back. Three short circles with his thumb on the cock head and then it was gone. Bastard!

"Obviously, Jane, you have no need for it now," He pointed at Sir Cougar, "so I'll instruct you on its use later. These . . . " Jose held up a pair of silky-looking light blue short pants and waved them around. ". . . are your short pants. You will wear these short pants at all times, Jane. Without underwear. Understand?" Jane/Joe nodded. No underwear. OK, big deal. Jose continued.

"Like the tees, you will be given seven pairs. They are to be kept spotlessly clean. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. He looked at Jose and wondered about him. What was his status in all of this? Why didn’t Sir Bruiser refer to him as Josephine? He surmised he'd find out later. Later! Later meant, he thought, after sucking a mile of man cock. Shit! Give me strength lord! Oooh! The human butt-plug's thumb was at it once more. Twice, this time. In rapid succession.

Jose was now finished with Jane/Joe. He stepped aside to allow Sir Bruiser to survey his craftsmanship. Sir Bruiser walked all around Jane/Joe and finally said, "Damn, Jose, you've done it again! She looks great, our sweet little Janie! Primed and ready for cock meat!" Then he turned to Jane/Joe and said, "You ready, Jane, for some cocksucking lessons?" He laughed. Then he scowled at Jane/Joe.

Jane/Joe looked at the big man. "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir, I'm ready." He certainly wasn't, but what else was there to say? Ooooo! Sir Cougar's thumb was back. It pressed slightly harder into his flesh than before. Jane/Joe spasmed involuntarily, feeling the cock in his ass poke in further as he did so.

Sir Bruiser whistled again and a moment later a young black guy came into the cell. He looked approvingly at Jane/Joe and whistled. One of those wolf whistles that men at construction sites toss out at a pretty girl as she passes by.

The man was introduced to Jane/Joe as Sir Thor. He wasn't as big as either of the other two "sirs," but he looked meaner. And very evil. Jane/Joe noticed that he hadn't felt Sir Cougar's thumb in a while. The relief was appreciated by him even though he knew it was temporary.

After Jane/Joe obediently said hello to Sir Thor, the man wasted no time. He took a place in front of Jane/Joe and barked, "Remove my trousers, push them down to the floor and show me how hot your mouth is!"

Jane/Joe immediately obeyed. As he move forward slightly to undo Sir Thor's trousers he was reminded that he had Sir Cougar's cock still in his rectum. It felt strange. And his moving forward had given the other items new life. His nipples tingled greatly and his cock felt even harder. It's impossible, he thought, to forget you have a boner.

Now, for pure accuracy, and Bruiser's dick aside, it wasn't that he hadn't sucked a cock before. He had. Once. And only the once.

               e had been hitchhiking from school to home and was offered
               a ride by a middle aged man in a pickup truck. The forty-five
               minute trip started innocently enough, blah, blah, blah, but it
               soon turned to the sexually interesting ideas of getting a blowjob. The man appeared to be an expert on the whole matter.

He went on about how it was so great to have a hot mouth on your dick. At that point he asked, "Know what I mean?" Joe said, without even thinking about it, "Oh, yeah, ain't nothing like it!" Oh, yeah, what a liar. But a liar whose hardon could now be seen running down his pant's left leg. He was turned on, no two ways about it.

Maybe that's why he mumbled a "Sure." when, a short while later, the man asked him if he'd like to have a good blowing right now. Who knows?

The man pulled the truck off onto a wooded side road and wasted no time in reaching out for the pant's bulge. The first touchy squeeze sent 50 million volts throughout Joe's body. The cattle prod he had accidently touched on the business end one time, just to see what it would feel like, was nothing compared to this.

In the dim moonlight, Joe watched in fascination and pleasure as the man fished his boner out and put his mouth on it.

The man's mouth felt fantastic. It was hotter than hell and wetter than water. And it was doing things he'd never even imagined. Squeezing him hard-like, then soft-like, as it went fully up and down his shaft. Unreal and unbelievable.

Joe only lasted a couple of minutes before he felt the cum just get ripped out of him. He'd never cum this intense before, not even that time he jerked off to a polaroid of Becka Worthington's titties as seen through her bedroom window, a picture snapped by her next door neighbor, Will Turner.

The man sat back in his seat, Joe's cock just hanging out in the air like that, surprisingly still hard, and unzipped his fly. Joe just sat there, euphoric and mesmerized as the stranger's cock appeared. It looked fat and long and untouched by the sun. And it was obviously fully aroused. The man, not even looking at him, said, "Your turn. And do it nice and slow, just the way I did it to you. Don't rush none, I don't like rushers." He reached over and put his right hand behind Joe's neck and bent his head over in the right direction.

Why he hadn’t refused, then and there, he didn't know. Maybe it was that old saw he'd been raised with and heard a million times. "Fella does a good turn to you, it's only fair you return the favor." Whatever the reason, he soon found himself with a full mouth of strange cock head.

The man, knowing Joe was a pure beginner, directed him step by step with comments such as, "Now, that feels good, but tighten your lips a bit." And "Move your tongue from side to side on the underside, pressing it in as you do." Joe followed every directive immediately as if grateful for the expertise.

The cock had felt good to his mouth as he, without any shame, sucked the man off. When the man finally ejaculated, Joe knew enough to swallow, but the amount of the load surprised him. Not at first, for it had started very slowly with just a mild dribble. A puddling on his tongue. Then the dribble became a bigger dribble as the man's spasms increased. Then more and bigger dribbles flooded in. The man hadn't spurted as he knew he had, but there was way more of the sticky stuff.

He had swallowed early, but found he had to swallow again. And again. And, lordy, even a fourth time. It was here that the taste of the cum made itself known. It tasted like sweet, but slightly salty, onions. And also made itself evident with a slightly burning sensation in the back recesses of his throat.

Joe had liked it, the getting and giving of oral pleasure, but when the man asked for his phone number as he dropped him two blocks from his house, he had turned him down, with no real reason given. The man had seemed truly disappointed, but he soon drove off leaving Joe to ponder on it all.

But that was then and this is now.

Aware of Sir Cougar's cock in his ass, Jane/Joe struggled to get Sir Thor's trouser off and down to the floor. His wiggling made his ass sensations even more pronounced. He tried to hurry the chore, but it resisted hurrying. As Sir Thor's trousers and boxer shorts finally fell to the man's ankles, Jane/Joe got the full picture of the man's cock and crotch area.

Though it hadn't been obvious when he man had his pants on, Jane/Joe saw the guy had a full hardon. Somewhere between 7" and 8," it had, at its base, zillions of wiry, curly black hairs. For some reason it looked as evil as the man who owned it.

"Suck it! And do a good job!" Sir Thor growled.

A moment later, Jane/Joe had Sir Thor's cock in his mouth, aware of his own full erection that, right now, Sir Cougar was back to fondling and teasing. Sir Cougar fiddled around with the tip, just twice, a few seconds apart, and then stopped. He had used just the right pressure to make Jane/Joe involuntarily moan each time around the hard cock in his mouth.

Jane/Joe didn't want to moan, lord knows, and he knew if he concentrated he could prevent it, but he also sensed that moaning made the sensations seem less. The moans were a relief of sorts. Whereas, he felt, the other path would soon have him climbing the walls and screaming. With whatever cock he had in his mouth at the time.

"Deep-throat me!" Sir Thor barked. Jane/Joe thought of balking, but decided to give the throat spray a chance instead. He found it was easy now to take the man's cock all the way down his throat. His throat felt nothing. His gag reflex had died, too.

Even when Jane/Joe's lips were pressing against Sir Thor's groin and he had his nose pressed against the guy's belly, he didn't feel like gagging. He also felt the man's pubic hairs brush against his nose. It amazed him. Shit, he was deep-throating a large, thick cock and it didn't hurt a lick. With his lips locked around the base, Sir Thor now gave him more instructions.

"Stay way down on it like that to the count of five. Then scoot back up to the head. Work my head a few times and then throat it again for five. And through it all, don't swallow your saliva. Just let it flow out. Remember that, because I want you to do it with every cock you suck from here on in. Now, do the deep-throat routine again and again until I shoot my wad."

Jane/Joe complied. He brought his mouth back up to the cock head, went up and down on it three times, varying just how far past the ridge he would venture, and then deep-throated the pulsing, throbbing member, staying down on it there for five seconds. Then he repeated it. His saliva flowed freely, too. Sir Thor's dick was covered with it, making it slick and slimy feeling. And, for some weird reason, it felt very erotic to Jane/Joe's mouth.

As he sucked, he could feel Sir Cougar's thumb rubbing back and forth over his cock head. It was driving him wild. The sensation was one that made him want to cum, but the damn cock ring prevented that release. It was exquisite and pleasurable torture. And, try as he might, he couldn't extinguish the incessant sensations from his mind. They even seemed to be sending their messages to his mouth as he worked SirThor's sizeable saliva-slick 7+" dick.

As he repeated his deep-throating, Sir Cougar's cock in his ass seemed to get harder, if that was possible. His own cock head had hardened up more, too, if that was possible. It was all having a strange effect on Jane/Joe. He was getting too many pleasant and unpleasant sensations and too many painful sensations, all at the same time.

He was aware of his mouth and his body in ways he had never dreamed about. His mind was getting fucked up. And damn that Sir Cougar with his rub, rub, rubbing! He knew that Sir Cougar knew what he was doing. He was expertly reading Jane/Joe's head movements, body language, and ass twitches to time the thumb rubs. He knew just when to apply them. Just when it would have the greatest effect. To make him so fucking hot he'd suck a gorilla's cock if the ape promised him he could jerk off afterwards.

There was no doubt that it was all having an effect on Jane/Joe. And he knew the men could see it, the changes happening to him. His ass twitching, his erection jumping around, throbbing and twitching wildly, his legs trembling with nervous excitement, his mouth working Sir Thor's erection more and more passionately, slobbering over it--they all gave the game away. He was sucking a cock and they knew he both liked it and hated it. If anyone had told me this two weeks ago . . . Oooo! His thought died as Sir Cougar's thumb rubbed again.

As his nipples and cock tingled incessantly, adding to the strange and not unpleasant sensation of the hard cock up his ass, the cock in his mouth started to feel very nice. As he worked his mouth, lips, and tongue on the throbbing prick with the very hard cock head, sucking it and deep-throating it, saliva flowing, with Sir Cougar moaning loudly above him, he felt sexually aroused and horny. And he didn't understand why he couldn't control himself. Why his resistance was breaking down from mere sensations. Mere? No, he thought, they're far from being mere!

As the action heated up, Sir Bruiser said, "Jane! When Sir Thor is gonna spurt, put both your hands on his ass cheeks and pull him to you. You unnerstan'?" Jane/Joe nodded as he went up and down on Sir Thor's hot penis. Sir Bruiser added, "And I want you to remember to do that with each guy that comes in. Hands on their ass cheeks when they shoot. Unnerstan''?" Again Jane/Joe nodded on the thick, slobbery-wet dick.

Then Bruiser had another idea. He bent down and looked at Jane/Joe's face. "Open your eyes, Jane!" Jane/Joe complied. "Closing your eyes is an insult to whomever you're sucking! So, keep your eyes open at all times. Someone will be taking peeks at you from time to time and it's shit eating time if you get caught with them closed. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded up and down on the dick, his eyes wide open.

He was now staring at wiry pubic hairs and he could see the shaft clearly as he sucked away. If he needed a reminder that he was sucking cock, this sure did the trick.

In wasn't too long before Sir Thor started to tense up. Jane/Joe knew he was going to cum soon. Heeding Sir Bruiser's words he reached behind Sir Thor with both hands and grabbed and squeezed the ass cheeks, then drew him toward his mouth. A moment later Sir Thor's cock erupted.

Sir Thor pushed his cock into Jane/Joe's mouth so only the head was inside. At the very same time Sir Cougar tickled his cock head-- fiercely. As Sir Thor's cock twitched, spasmed, and spurted it's hot cum, Jane/Joe moaned deeply. "Mmmmm!" Damn that Cougar! The saliva in his mouth added to the copious amount of cum coming in and Jane/Joe was fearful he would gag and have to spit up.

Remembering Sir Bruiser's admonition, he forced himself not to gag. Though a very rough struggle ensued, he swallowed every drop, gurgling and sputtering to be sure, but not missing a thing. His eyes threatened to close up on him, but he forced them to stay open.

He could taste the cum and yet he couldn't. Not fully. Too much was happening to him and he had way too much saliva in his mouth.

He was ordered to keep sucking until it was drained and told to stop. A short time later, Sir Thor pulled his moist limpish cock from Jane/Joe's mouth. It flopped out with a shlooshing noise.

Sir Cougar, that bastard, moved his thumb across the tip once more. Then stopped. Oh, God, thought Jane/Joe, how much more of this can I take? The thought of 60 or more guys drove his mind into a tizzy. He swallowed loudly and tasted cum in the back of his throat. It burned slightly. And it burned with each and every swallow, reminding him that cum was there and had just been swallowed by him.

"You know, Sir Bruiser," Sir Thor said, pushing his dick back into his trousers, "This bitch has potential!" He laughed.

As Sir Thor made his exit, the three remaining men in the room also laughed. Joe didn't. He just sat there, impaled on Sir Cougar's stiff prick, with mixed feeling running through him. He now had nothing to do but wait for the ordeal to resume itself with the next man to cross the doorway. He didn't have long to wait. Oooh! You bastard! Stop that! Leave the fucking head of my cock alone, already!

One by one, one after another, the men arrived. One after another, Jane/Joe sucked their cocks, deep-throated them and swallowed their salty-tasting, burning cum. The taste of cum was inescapable to Jane/Joe's tongue. The taste was everywhere in his mouth. It coated his teeth. His gums. His tongue. And it burned itself deep in his throat. His mouth felt awash in it.

He could have used a little water to help wash it down, but he knew that it would be futile to ask. They wanted him to suffer. There would be no water coming his way. Water? You don't need no stinkin' water, not when you got delicious cum to drink. Yeah, he could hear them now.

The third guy brought a scary realization to Jane/Joe. As much as he hated to admit it, that damned Sir Cougar's cock felt good! Very good. He had the overwhelming urge, and a great desire, to just surrender to the good feelings and start bouncing up and down on the man's big prick. Wildly, as a wanton slut might. But as nice as he knew it would feel, he refused to let it happen. He didn't want them to see him like that.

However, he did make one small concession to the sublime sensations. He went surreptitiously up and down on Sir Cougar's cock with an up and down movement so miniscule he felt sure no one could detect what he was up to. Not even Sir Cougar. He tried to make it appear that it was part of his normal movements. And, oh God, it felt sweet! So much so that he found himself, at times, beginning to increase the length of his up and down moves. Whenever that unwelcome event happened, he would immediately go back to the tiny moves.

He was doing this routine again with the fourth guy, too, but something occurred that scared him a little. On one of his downward pushes, a tiny push to be sure, he felt the truly unmistakable repeat spasms of Sir Cougar's prick. Oh, oh, he thought, I've made him cum!

Would that please him or piss him off? He tried not to move. The spasms were numerous, too. Seven? Eight? More? He didn't know, but when Sir Cougar stayed in him for some minutes after the last one had come and gone, and didn't push him off of his lap, he felt it just might be okay.

Around five minutes later or so, Sir Cougar's spasms started again! Right after a fresh miniscule up and down movement by him. He ain't cumming again! He thought. No, it was obvious to him now. Sir Cougar was sending him Morse code! Of a sort. He was letting him know that he knew about his little miniscule up and down secret. The bastard! Just too fucking clever by far. How long had he known? Probably from the gitgo, he surmised.

Why hadn't he said something about it to the others? They would certainly get a big kick from knowing. Perhaps Sir Cougar was making it their little secret to inspire him to keep doing it.

Well, fuck it, he thought, if that's the way he wants it, fine. He now felt he had slightly more freedom with the man, a silent permission of sorts, and could now increase the distance of his up and down excursions, which he knew would make it feel much better. But he didn't want to make it public knowledge, however, so he merely went from miniscule to an inch each way. Oh, God, he thought, this is fucking heaven--on a man's lap, no less!

Sir Cougar kept up his cock spasms here and there with timed variations. Pulse, pulse, Pause. Pulse. Pause. Pulse, pulse, pulse, Pause, Pulse and so on. Morse tapped out with a penis.

Just for shits and giggles, on one of Sir Cougar's spasm episodes, Jane/Joe used his ass muscles and squeezed back. His ass executed a sequence of squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, pause, squeeze, pause, squeeze, pause , squeeze, pause, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Any old salt would easily read this as . . . - - - . . . and translate it to SOS. Save Our Souls or Save Our Ship, take your pick. Jane/Joe almost let out an audible giggle at his cleverness.

Then Sir Cougar surprised him by pulsing right back with pulse, pause, pulse, pause, pulse, pulse, pulse, pause, pulse, pulse, pulse. Unless Jane/Joe was mistaken, the man had telegraphed ASS with his cock! What fun!

Throughout the night, and with each and every blowjob, the pulsing gibberish from both parties involved continued. As did Jane/Joe's up and down movements on the stiff, 10-1/2" cock rammed fully and snuggly up his ass. Accompanied by Sir Cougar's sexually arousing thumb foolery and Jane/Joe's audible moanings. If Sir Bruiser and Jose noticed anything different in him, they were keeping it to themselves.

And, as he sucked each cock, his eyes wide open, he had the clear vision of the many different kinds of public hair available. And he could see the cock shafts disappearing somewhere below his eyes as he deep-throated each man. In some cases, he could actually see the man's balls rise up, just seconds before his ass grabbing and cum swallowing act.

How many dicks so far? How many to go? He had no idea. It had to end before he was eligible for Social Security, didn't it? Maybe not.

And, as he sucked, Jane/Joe couldn't help but let out those moans from time to time. They were forced out of him by Sir Cougar's thumb manipulations. And, every now and then, his thumb would leave the cock head's tip to explore that super-sensitive area on the underside of the head where the two roundish hemispheres come together, the area known as the glans penis.

Whenever Sir Cougar touched the blessed glans penis area, Jane/Joe went wild. His ass, his body, his head, and his legs, all involuntarily twitched and he was forced to moan throughout a shudder. It was involuntary and he had no choice about it, he knew, but he felt embarrassed knowing it appeared he was enjoying sucking each dick. Which he sure wasn't now, was he?

Sir Cougar's thumb work wasn't the only new sensation Jane/Joe was receiving, either. Someone, at times Jose, judging from the voice, was running their fingernails lightly up and down his back on both sides of his spine. The feathery touch added substantially to the other tingly-wingly feelings and caused goose bumps to break out all over his body. It was just one more sensation flooding his brain, one more reason to make him moan out loud.

Many times, Jane/Joe felt as if he was about to cum. To blast his pent up load right into space, not caring where it landed. Or on who! He could feel that wonderful moment start to kick in, the one where you feel no longer capable of holding it back and glad of it. But Sir Cougar sensed it, too. He would withdraw his thumb just before it could happen, leaving Jane/Joe all the more tantalized and supremely frustrated. And just hanging-horny. And seeking relief.

It was at this point that Sir Cougar chose to talk to him.

He leaned over and whispered into Jane/Joe's ear, "Jane, I know what I'm doing is driving you wild. But I ain't gonna stop anytime soon. Not until you've sucked every last cock we tell you to suck. So, if you want to escape my thumb, you better start sucking cock a whole lot better." He paused for a few seconds. "Think about it, Jane. The better you suck them, the faster they'll cum, and the sooner you get out from under my thumb." He had sing-songed that last part. Jane/Joe laughed in his mind at the stupid poetry as Sir Cougar continued his whispering.

"You're not just a cocksucker now, Jane, you're our cocksucker. And it is a personal insult to us if you're not the greatest cocksucker you can be. Now, Jane, when the next guy comes through that door, I want you to show me that you can suck a cock with the best of them. Make me proud and I'll make your future a lot rosier. Piss me off and you won't have a future." Then he said, in a normal voice, "Now, Jane, I want you to say to me, and to Sir Bruiser here, that you love sucking cock and want to show us how much you do. Say it, sweetheart." Sir Cougar leaned back, wiggling and pushing his cock firmly into Jane/Joe's ass.

Sir Cougar had whispered the words so gently, so unmenacingly, that they scared the living daylights out of Jane/Joe. Thus, with a dry mouth, he swallowed and said somewhat hoarsely, "Sir Bruiser, sir and Sir Cougar, sir, I love sucking cock and I hope you will let me show you how much I do, sirs." He swallowed again, loudly this time, and the three men in the room heard it.

The room stayed very quiet. No one spoke for a full minute. The air in the room was filled with tension. For the first time, Jane/Joe noticed that the room smelled of sex, of men's musk. It hung in the air. Then Sir Cougar leaned forward once more, his cock pressing inward with his movement, and whispered, "Don't fuck up, angel!"

And, for sure, with each guy he sucked off, he felt Cougar's thumb playing. Rub, rub, rub. Rub a fucking dub! It was driving him out of his fucking mind! His own cock head felt twice its normal erect size. Swollen and primed. And it spurred him on, too. It was as if the torture of the exquisitely pleasurable sensations were telling him to suck each guy a little better so it will be over sooner and you can go and jerk off for some well-earned relief. An echo of Sir Cougar's little speech. Because you ain't getting any relief, sonny, until it's over and every last fucking guy in the cellblock is satisfied with your blowjobbing skills. Oh, God, he thought, if I could only keep myself from moaning on their dicks! But he knew that was a blatant futility.

Just two blowjobs later found Jane/Joe letting out one of these very same moans, but it was so loud it would have been heard ten cells away if it hadn't been muffled somewhat by the short, but abnormally fat and beefy, cock in his mouth. Then he moaned loudly again, and then once more as Sir Cougar pressed his circling thumb into the glans penis.

And Sir Cougar's timing couldn't have been any better, either. Jane/Joe's three super moans were accompanied by the baritone moans and grunts of the owner of the beefy cock as he unloaded his visibly twitching and pulsating meaty dick into his mouth. Anyone watching would have seen a very hot cocksucker giving an expert blowjob and undoubtedly enjoying his well-earned cum reward. Courtesy of Sir Cougar, the cock head tip manipulation artiste.

During the ordeal, and many hours into it, Jane/Joe was given his only break. He had to pee. Sir Cougar pushed him off his dick and escorted him over to the commode. And pee he sure did! A race horse comes to mind. Jane/Joe pissed and pissed and pissed. Noisily, and straight into the bowl's water reservoir. He was pissing for so long that at one point Sir Bruiser said, "Fuck, girl! You piss any more and you're gonna up and disappear!" He let out a short laugh.

Jose giggled a hee-hee while Sir Cougar merely chuckled. Then Jane/Joe, still pissing, mind you, turned his head in the direction of Sir Bruiser.

"Well, Sir Bruiser, sir, if that did happen right now, sir, you'd sure as hell miss me, Sir Bruiser, wouldn't you, sir?" Sir Bruiser took this in a few seconds and busted out laughing. Sir Cougar roared! Even Jose couldn't help himself as he laughed loudly, joining the two big men's enjoyment.

Then, still pissing, Jane/Joe started to laugh, too. A hearty laugh that no one who heard it could ever say was in the least bit phony. As they all stood there laughing to the tune of piss hitting water, an invisible line had been crossed and they were all now smack-dab in The Boy's land called camaraderie. And Jane/Joe benefited from it, too. For the rest of the program he was treated much, much better. As if he was, ha ha, one of them now. Or, at the very least, one of Sir Bruiser's favorite girls.

Before this event, Jane/Joe had endured the usual verbal putdowns with most of the guys he chewed on. Such as, "I'm gonna shoot, you faggot, so swallow it!" And, "Take all my dick, you fucking queer cunt!" And, "Oooh! This white bitch just loves to moan on my big black cock!" And many more, as anyone can imagine.

After Jane/Joe's stand-up comedy pissing routine, Sir Bruiser put an end to that bullshit. When the very next guy to utter slurs, uttered them, Sir Bruiser grabbed the guy by the collar and yelled loudly and very vehemently into his face, his spittle hitting the man, "Don't you be insulting my favorite girl, you dumb fucker! You're done here! Go jerk off!"

And, as he violently let go of the guy's shirt, Sir Bruiser spat out, with a look on his face that would even scare the crap out of Satan, "Pass the word you dumb fuck! The next fucking clown to insult my Janie here is gonna take her place so he can learn what it's like! You unnerstan' me?" Sir Bruiser's face, from it's 7' high perch, looked so menacing that even the deafest man would have gotten the message.

The visibly shaken guy, struggling to get his now limp dick back into his trousers, meekly nodded his head up and down and said, "Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir, I hear you loud and clear, sir!"

And Sir Bruiser's "word" was passed, in spades. Each guy who entered the cell did so with a humbled, slightly scared look on his face. And all had a newfound sweetness in their hearts that was lavished on Jane/Joe. One dufus actually said, "Thank you, Jane, my dear, that was the finest blowjob I ever had and that's no lie, you lovely creature." Who ever said men are untrainable?

This new friendly atmosphere had a powerful effect on Jane/Joe, too. At some point, he stopped resisting. He just let the wonderful and weird sensations swarm over him. He gave into his horniness because it was futile any other way. He started sucking the men as best he could, moaning at will, many times without Sir Cougar's assistance, and looked forward to the blessed relief that would arrive at the end of his ordeal.

Every man who now came through the door was getting the best, sloppiest, wettest, hottest, blowjob in the world. Complete with unforced moans and groans. And, they loved it. Jane/Joe still liked-hated it, but no longer cared that he did. He simply cock-sucked them all with every bit of passion he could find his soul. And they all, every one of them, knew it. He had been punked out, turned out, and was now one of the prison's cock-suckers extraordinaire. Sir Bruiser's favorite girly man. But deep down he knew that he was still Mr. Joseph John Jacoby, heterosexual, man!

Every now and then Jose would remove the cock ring and replace it some time later. He did this many times during Jane/Joe's ordeal. How much time passed between having if off and having it on, Jane/Joe had no idea. His mind was beyond caring. He also didn't care why it was done. It was the same with the nipple loops. And the throat spray. Joe would, every so often, be told to take a spritz from the little bottle.

After who knows how many men, whites, blacks, Hispanics, Orientals, you name it, had been satisfied by the new girl on the block, the game changed. It got downright ugly. Sir Bruiser started the ugly rolling right after the last of the dozen or so had left and before he whistled the next guy in.

Sir Bruiser stood in front of Jane/Joe. "You're doing real good, Jane, so I've been treating you real good, too, but it's time to break your mouth in real good! To teach you what's what, so to speak. To remind you of your place." Jane/Joe had no idea what he was talking about. That was soon taken care of . . .