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

           ose said, "Now, Jane, let's get you going. To start you out, I'll give
           you one lipstick and one bottle of throat spray. And two bottles of
           WET. That's an ass lube that is greaseless and odorless and
           washes away easily with soap and water." Jane/Joe thought of Sir Cougar's thumb. That's what the fucker had on it.

"When you run out of these items you'll have to pay yourself to get more. Give me advance notice so I'm sure I don't disappoint you. The butt-plug, cock ring, and nipple loops will be supplied to you and they should last for years. I'll also give you seven tees and seven pairs of short. When they start getting the least bit ratty, dump 'em and buy more. Now, let's get you shaved and then you can go and take a shower. Then I'll show you how to apply your lipstick. It's fairly easy, but it takes a little practice to make it look good."

Jose took an electric razor from his kit bag and proceeded to make Jane/Joe mostly hairless. In no time, it was done. His arms, his legs, his chest, his face, his underarms, his pubic area--all as bald as an eagle. The only hair on his body resided on his head, his asshole, and his eyebrows. Jane/Joe felt peculiar. And felt more feminine than he would have imagined he could. With a downcast heart, he headed for the showers.

Jane/Joe was back in less then fifteen minutes. Ready for his lipstick lesson. Totally nude, he learned how to apply it and dry it. It was easier than he thought it would be. Jose then told him to douse the back of his ears with the cheap-smelling cologne. He did with his nose wrinkling up.

It was time for his butt-plug. It was the same one Jose had shown him the day before. It was about 3" long, 2" in width, and red, like Japanese or Chinese red. Take your pick.

With tender fingers, Jose applied the WET to Jane/Joe's anus. And to the butt-plug. It took one hard push, plus and "Ow!" from Jane/Joe, to get it snuggly in place. To Jane/Joe, it felt strange, but not unlike the sensations he had felt from Sir Cougar's cock. It also felt weirdly pleasurable, giving him the same pleasant fullness that Sir Cougar's cock had. This, Jane/Joe thought, was probably caused by the plug's continuous inner stimulation. To go all day with it in, however, was something else altogether. But if he had to, he had to. But it didn't hurt to ask the question.

"Jose, why do I have to wear the butt-plug all day, for crissakes?" Jose grinned at him.

"Well, a few reasons. By now you can probably tell that it stimulates your anus constantly and pleasurably. They want you walking around in a state of mild and pleasant sexual arousal. Plus, it will also keep your ass muscles loose and prevent them from tightening up. Believe me, this will help you greatly when being ass-pussy fucked! Some guys, in case you haven't noticed, are quite fucking hung. Because you'll be taking the plug out just before the guy puts it in, your ass will be able to take him without too much pain. The last reason is somewhat psychological. No matter what your're doing and no matter where you go, you'll be reminded that they own your ass!" He laughed and looked at his watch.

"Fifteen minutes, Jane. We have plenty of time." Jane/Joe was then told to put on the nipple loops, which he did. The slight pain pressure he immediately felt made his nipples rock hard and he was now fully aware he had two of them. Like last night, they both tingled.

"Oh, before I forget, use the throat spray just before you put your mouth on the guy's cock." This was Jose's only instruction on that item. Nothing more was needed.

Jane/Joe was then shown how to put on and adjust the cock ring. How to wrap it around the balls and base. The ring was made out of leather and had its sides covered with Velcro. A quick pull would release it. Jose told him to make sure it was tight enough to give him an erection, but not cause great pain. Otherwise, if one of the big three happened to see him on his way to a date and they didn't see an obvious erection leading him, the shit would hit the old fan.

Once the ring was on, it sure worked fast. He had a semi-erection almost immediately. From flaccid to woody in less than a minute. And it didn't feel too tight, either. But it did feel annoying somewhat.

"And, Jane?" Jose said. "As you read, you only have to wear it to the date, on the date, and from the date. Take if off the minute you get back to your cell. Leaving it on for too long can cause some nerve damage. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded.

Jane/Joe was now ready for the finishing touches. He slipped on the cut-off tee shirt. He immediately felt its effect as it stretched across both nipples. He shuddered, remembering last night. Jose then handed him the silky-looking short pants. They looked harmless enough.

"You'll notice, Jane, that there's no belt. Just an elastic waistband. There's a reason for that. If a guy tells you to drop trou all you have to do is push them down just past your hips and gravity will do the rest. They'll fall right to the floor. Now, some guys don't like a girl to bend over in their presence, so this will avoid a confrontation. Yeah, it's crazy, but what the fuck. There are also some guys, about fifteen at the present moment, who want their blowjobs given to them by a naked man. Why, I never figured out, maybe they like to see you excited, but they just do, so drop trou when asked. OK?" Shit, even the shorts came with instructions!

"And Jane, you'll notice that there is no fly." Jane/Joe looked. For sure, there was no fly. Not a fly that had been sewn shut, either. Just no fly. "That's to remind you that they want you to pee like a woman, sitting on the bowl. Yeah, it's psychological reinforcement, for sure, but don't risk pissing standing up. This is one of Sir Thor's pet peeves. And he's one evil fucker."

Jane/Joe nodded as he donned the shorts. Simple enough. But the shorts were tight-fitting and made out of a lightweight faux silk fabric that caressed and annoyed the very tip of his permanent erection. This would keep him in a state of agitated excitement in case his dick decided to jump ship and head south. Well, it was working. Christ, he couldn't move at all without feeling the fabric's tingling effect on his cock head's tip. Any thoughts he might have of willing it limp would be quickly defeated. He was starting to feel nervous again.

He looked down. Shit, he was just standing still, not moving even, and a blind man wouldn't miss the fact that he had a boner. Christ, how was he going to walk the corridors like this? His hardon sticking out this way? He tried walking a few steps. Damn, walking made the short's silky fabric even more insistent. I'll jjust have to crawl everywhere I go! He thought

Jose, the mind reader, said, "Jane, you'll get used to the shorts. Everyone does. At first, they'll drive you up the friggin' wall, but in time you'll learn to ignore them." Yeah, right!

"And, remember this, Jane. No date can ask you to recite the Girly Cock-sucker's Code. Only the three top guys can do that nonsense. And no guy can piss in your mouth except those three. Just use the word 'Sir!' often, with your dates, and just do what they want you to do and you'll have no problems whatsoever. Keep in mind that, to the top three, this is more than just sex. To them it's a business. They charge for your services. Ten bucks for a fuck and five for a blowjob. Oh, for sure, they sometimes work it out with cigarettes or favors, but that's not your business. They ain't gonna get rich, but they do live a whole better lifestyle than the rest of us schmucks."

He looked at Jane/Joe. "Any more questions?" Jane/Joe had none he could think of.

"Good!" Then Jose said, rather giddily. "Now, Jane, one last item. Your cutesy little pocketbook." He handed Jane/Joe a small red purse, the kind that just might be carried by Little Red Riding Hood. Jane/Joe opened it and looked inside. It contained a Suckit Red lipstick, a small bottle of spray perfume, and a very small bottle labeled WET, that odorless and greaseless lube. The last item was an 8" tall clear plastic squirt bottle. It was filled with what Jane/Joe surmised was water. It was his ass-pussy douche.

Without thinking, he turned the purse around. He immediately saw the 1" high white plastic capital letters that spelled out just one word: JANE. Man, he thought, if I didn't think they had thought of everything before, I sure do now!

"Jose? I'm not sure if I can pay for the items that runout. You know, like the lipstick. I'm not exactly raking in the dough, you know. What happens then?" He looked nervous, as if he feared the answer.

"But, Jane, you are working! You will be paid a buck for a blow and a deuce for your ass-pussy. At the end of this day, you'll be seventeen dollars richer than yesterday." Jose smiled.

"Really!"

"Yeah, really. I talked Bruiser into this about three years ago. With some help from Cougar. Back then, the girls were calling in sick more times than were normal, if you get my drift. I told him that paying the girls was good for business. It would spark the girls to work more, ergo, more cash for him. And I told him that it was bad for business to beat up the one's on sick call to send the others a message. But he didn't buy the idea until Cougar jumped in, see? There all doing life without parole, all three of them. So Cougar told him what the fuck we gonna do with more money? Shit, there ain't nothing more to buy. Think about it, Jane. In here there ain't too many luxuries you can own. No need for a new car or that fancy suit, now is there?

"Well, Bruiser surprised everybody by seeing the logic in it. So I set up the pay scale. The friggin' sick calls went down by 90%! And the girls even wanted more work! Shit, it's all I can do sometimes to keep them from wanting to work around the fucking clock! This girl named Brenda worked thirty tricks just yesterday to help buy her mother a birthday present. Shit, Jane, we have a regular little business going on here." He stopped, but held a finger up when it looked as if Jane/Joe was going to speak. Jose wasn't quite finished.

"And guess what? Your birthday is next month and you can look forward to a party! Just ice cream, cake, sodas, and silly games, but a party, nonetheless. And, Jane, they even give you a gift! You get 10% of all the tricks you did in the past month. And we use the warden's conference room, no less!"

"No shit? He allows that?"

"Hell, he lets Bruiser do whatever he wants to do. Ten years ago this place was nothing but, fights, killings, and riots. Bruiser made a deal with the warden to clean it up. Well, it worked because there's only been two fights in the last ten years. So, if Bruiser wants the conference room, it's just a done deal. Now you know why no guards came around during your Whip fun and games.

"Bruiser told them all to go play cards. The only thing they said to him was, for how long? Bruiser runs not only this cellblock, but all six of them. Not so much by brute force as by the threat of it." Jose glanced at his watch. "But, anyway, Jane, it's time for you to get on your merry way and give Barker a reason to live up to his name. Bark! Bark!" He laughed.

With trembling fingers Jane/Joe picked up his date sheet. His first date was at 7:00 a.m. with someone named Barker who lived in cell 15. Next to his cell number were the letters BJ. It don't get simpler than this, thought Jane/Joe, does it?

He noticed that Sir Cougar was down for 3:00 p.m. for a BJ. What? he thought, no ass this time, Coug? Sir Bruiser was there, too. On the 5:00 p.m. line. He only wanted a BJ, too, but alongside the BJ letters was a handwritten scribbly note: We'll get to A after you had more practice! The A was circled. Oh, God, he thought, a fucking tree up my ass!

He thought some more and decided to share this thought with Jose.

"Let me see if I understand the program, Jose. I'm to just sashay on over to Barker's cozy little place, my perpetual boner proudly leading the way, dressed like a French whore and smelling worse, with my cock, ass, and nipples tingling like crazy, with as much hair on me as a grape, swinging my dainty little red purse, with my red slutty lips just puckered up and eager to say, "Hey, Barker, you order a blowjob? How'd I do, Jose?" He bust out laughing.

"See, Jane," Jose said mirthfully. "You're having great fun already! Except don't forget to use the word Sir after Hey, Barker, and blowjob. OK?" They both now had a good laugh which removed any tension either of them had previously felt.

Jose then filled him in on the proper way to introduce oneself to the dates. He told him what to say. It was to be said from their cell doorway. He was not to enter the cell without permission and an invite. Then it was time for Jane/Joe to go to his first date of the day, a blowjob for a convict called Barker. He said goodbye to Jose and sallied forth to meet the world.

            ane/Joe knew that cell 15 wasn't a long trip, but every step he took
            seemed to magnify the strong feelings, the vivid sensations, in the
            tip of his erect cock. The silky-like short's magic was working very
            well he knew, for he felt as horny as fucking hell as the delicate fabric went rub, rub, rub against his sensitive cock head. It reminded him of that fucker Sir Cougar with his expert thumb and finger manipulations. He moaned. Softly. He tried pushing his erection to one side, but that only made it much worse by giving the fabric a tighter play across the head.

Oh, lord, he thought, if I could only cum! Man, I'd fuck Godzilla right now if he asked me! He was going sexually crazy, what with the other annoying, but pleasurable sensations caused by the butt-plug and the nipple loops. They were now chiming in with the cock ring's delicious torture, making him twitch and shudder as he walked, making him desire relief, and making him hornier and more aroused than he'd ever been in his entire life. Including last night, for he now had the silky shorts to contend with. Who designed these, he thought, the marque De Sade?

The overall sensual effect also made him more than eager to get back to his cell as fast as he humanly could so he could remove the two most pleasurably annoying items, the cock ring and the nipple loops. He fully realized now, as he tried to walk faster, which only made the sensation more vivid, that there was only one thing standing between him and the relief, and release, he would get by shedding them: Sucking off Barker's prick and getting him to cum! He made up his mind, right then and there, that Mr. Barker was in for the blowjob of his life! And hopefully, the fastest one, too.

And the fucking little red purse! He didn't know how to carry the damned thing. It felt awkward in his hand when carried it like a football. And it felt just too fucking feminine to let it swing and sway by holding its little red handles. How the fuck did women do it? As feminine as it felt, he decided it was easier if he held the handles and just let the purse rock and roll.

On the short trip he encountered only two other guys. He couldn't tell if they noticed his erection or not, but neither made any comment. Shit, how could they have missed it? He looked as if he was hiding the fact that he had been born with a short third leg. He looked down and saw that the entire outline of his cock head was clearly visible to anyone with eyes.

A short while later found Jane/Joe standing outside cell 15. His legs trembled as he stood there, his erection unhideable and rubbing against the thin fabric. He felt himself twitch all over, making him shudder. Christ, I can't stand it!

He looked in and saw a chubby, paunchy white guy, in his late 50's or early 60's, with shocking white hair. The man was writing at a desk. He sensed Jane/Joe's presence and looked up toward him, glanced down at Jane/Joe's boner tilt, and said, very politely, "Yes? May I help you?"

From the doorway, Jane/Joe recalled what Jose and told him, and said, "Hell . . . hello, sir. My name is Jane, sir. If you are Mr. Barker, sir, then I am your cock-sucking slave for the next half hour, sir." All this struck Jane/Joe as more than ludicrous, but he had no choice but to play their silly game. And he wanted to get home lickety-split.

Barker invited him in and they engaged in some preliminary conversation, which drove Jane/Joe crazy as he stood there twitching and shuddering. Christ, he couldn't help himself, he had no control over his body.

Barker bullshitted about flowers, of all things! How the rose was his favorite, blah, blah, blah. Hurry it up, you dumb fuck! Cum in my fucking mouth so I can go home already!

Then Barker told him how nice it was that a young man like Jane could be so accommodating with his pretty young mouth. To Jane/Joe, the man looked lecherous, almost to the point of drooling, but otherwise he found the guy pleasant enough. Nice even. He didn't appear to look down on him. Jane/Joe appreciated that small fact.

They chatted some more, to Jane/Joe's chagrin, and then Barker, finally, thank you God, told Jane/Joe to �drop his trou�. Ah, so! He was one of those that wanted his blowjob delivered by a naked man. A naked man with an obvious hard-on who looked as if he was enjoying himself.

Jane/Joe complied, knelt before the man, his erection pointing straight up and throbbing. He glanced at it and saw that a large gooey blob of precum had formed at the tip. He swiped at it with his thumb, hoping Barker hadn't seen it. But he had.

"Oooh, I like that, Jane!" He licked his lips. "You being so hot to suck my old dick! Well, girl, get to it! Put those sexy lips on it and drive me crazy, girl!" Now Barker was drooling!

Jane/Joe started sucking Barker's 6" + cock by lavishing it with licks and kisses. Up and down the rigid shaft and all around the head area. Drop after drop of precum popped out and made his lips and the cock head sticky feeling. Then he remembered something. Something that just might make it all go faster.

"Would you like me to suck on your balls, sir?" He said it seductively hoping hoping his tone would rock Barker's sex cage.

"Oh, yes, Jane dear, I'd love that!" Jane/Joe gave his nuts a good, if quick, wetting down. Barker moaned and moaned. "Oooo! Heaven!"

Then Barker surprised him by somehow by touching the head of Jane/Joe's cock, without even bending over! He shuddered and twitched and let out a low moan. Jane/Joe looked down at his own cock area. Christ! Barker had a long round piece of dowel with a lubed up sponge glued to its tip. Why hadn't Jane/Joe noticed the smell.

Vaseline! He was using the sponge to fiddle with the cock head's tip. "Moan, baby, I know how good that feels to you. You just ignore me and work on my prick." Ignore him? For crissakes, how? The soft abrasiveness of the sponge was doing as good a job as Sir Cougar's thumb. Maybe even better.

Barker's cock was rather average in width, with a normal looking cock head, but it had an acute upward tilt to it that Jane/Joe didn't find unpleasant. It felt good in his mouth. Weird, but good. Even the drool from Barker that dribbled onto his shoulders seemed erotic somehow.

As he sucked the man, he felt his own ringed cock grow even harder. That surprised him. Barker must have noticed it, too, for he said, "Sucking my cock makes you very excited! I like that, Jane!" Then Barker gave the cock head a feel with the sponge. Ohhh! moaned Jane/Joe, his mouth fully down on Barker's erection. Barker moaned, too, and he seemed almost to the edge.

He kept sucking on Barker, up and down, slow and fast, and had him spewing his load in less than five more minutes. Barker moaned and groaned the whole time. And Sir Bruiser would be proud. When he sensed Barker's climax about to arrive, he reached around the man, clamped both hands on his old ass cheeks and pulled him forward. At the same time, Barker grabbed Jane/Joe's head and as he did, Barker yelled, "Oh, honey, oh yes! Here it comes! Ohhhhhh! Take me, take me, take me!" Jane/Joe thought the man might faint.

As he swallowed Barker's slightly more than average load, Jane/Joe realized that he had made the guy really happy and by doing so had also pleased himself. Immensely! As he pulled the faux silk shorts back on, the fabric rubbed his cock head once again, he found it felt good this time, even with its tantalizing teasing ways.

He left Barker and felt a spring in his step that he hadn't felt in quite some time. One down, fourteen to go! He said cheerfully to himself as he briskly walked toward his cell, his boner displayed proudly, his ass enjoying the butt-plug.

Maybe, Jane/Joe thought, there's something to this giving pleasure business after all. Could Jose be right? Would he eventually enjoy it? Shit, if you had asked him last week to suck a guy's cock, telling him he would enjoy it, he would have had you committed.

Well, he thought, I know I can give a guy pleasure without really enjoying it myself. It'll make them cum faster and get it over with. It won't hurt my reputation with the big three, either. Now, if I can only make it back to my cell without this fucking cock ring driving me totally whacko, I'll be mighty grateful.

              t one point, halfway home, he was tempted to remove the
              insistent cock ring. He had just placed a hand down the front of
              the shorts for this very purpose when Sir Thor popped out of a cell
              and looked right at him. As Jane/Joe tensed up, the man said, "Don't play with yourself, Jane, it's not Lights Out yet!" He laughed. Then he approached Jane/Joe.

"When is your next date?"

"In an hour and a half, Sir Thor, sir!"

"Good! Come with me!" He led Jane/Joe to a nearby empty cell. When inside, Sir Thor said matter-of-factly, "Drop trou!" Jane/Joe complied and stood there almost totally naked before the man's gaze. Sir Thor looked him over and said, "Does that hard-on you have mean you're hot for Sir Thor's black cock?"

"Yes, sir!" The evil looking Sir Thor grinned. Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his trousers and underpants to the floor. They were both now naked from the waist down and about a foot apart. The nineteen year old white guy and the black man who was now his total master. Jane/Joe glanced down at the man's crotch and saw that he was not even hardening up. But, to Jane/Joe, it appeared this was going to be a simple sucking job. He was wrong!

Sir Thor reached out with both hands and placed one on each of Jane/Joe's shoulders. He looked Jane/Joe straight in the eyes and said menacingly, "Play close attention, cunt! Here's how it's gonna play out. I'm gonna piss in your mouth and you are gonna swish it all around so the taste is everywhere. Then I'm gonna turn my back to you and you're gonna kneel down and lick and suck my asshole while I jerk off. While you're doing that I'll tell you just how I like it. When my load is ready I'll turn around and I better find you with an eager and opened mouth. Any questions?"

"No, Sir Thor, sir!" Christ, he was now going to do a rim job on a black guy's funky asshole. Before he could think any further, the commands came out, with Jane/Joe obediently complying to each and every one.

"Kneel!" He kelt.

"Open up!" He opened his mouth. Sir Thor put his cock into it and pissed. Then he stopped. Jane/Joe swished and swallowed. This was repeated three times. Then Sir Thor turned around.

"Spread my ass cheeks!" Sir Thor was fondling himself.

"Now lick my asshole all over, all around!" Jane/Joe was surprised that the taste wasn't too unpleasant. It was bearable almost.

"Stick your tongue in and wiggle it all around!" He stuck his tongue in the hole and wiggled it, up, down, and in small circles. Sir Thor moaned throughout.

"Now suck on it with your whole mouth!" Sir Thor was beating his meat fiercely now. The ass licking and mouth-to-ass sucking went on for a few more minutes and then Sir Thor turned around. An open and eager mouth was there for his use. In less than a few seconds, Sir Thor burst his cum dam into the hot, wet mouth. Sir Thor moaned and moaned. And, shit, if Jane/Joe didn't moan, too!

Sir Thor emptied his full cum load into him and, when he was done, he said, somewhat gently, "Jane, from now on I'm gonna be on Jose's list every day. I like the way you are so respectfully obedient. It turns me on! Tomorrow I will fuck your ass while you sit on me and jerk off. You will tell me when you're cumming so I can feel your spasms with my dick. You are to cum on my chest and then lick it off, every drop. OK?" It was going to be a repeat of Sir Cougar's ass spasm enjoyment with the twist of licking his own cum off Sir Thor's hairless chest.

"Yes, Sir Thor, sir!" Jane/Joe said. Sir Thor said, "Good!" and quickly left the cell.

If Jane/Joe had been horny and eager for relief after Barker, his session with Sir Thor left him absolutely insane to masturbate. He made it back to his cell in record time and gave his cock a quick workout. He wasn't displeased, either, that the butt-plug made his orgasm more intense and pleasurable.

After his climax he felt much better. At least he did until it dawned on him that there, across the room, sat a little piece of paper with his second date of the day on it. Christ, he thought, the fucking day is just starting! He crossed the room and looked down at the sheet.

8:30 a.m. Carter Cell 18 BJ

Oh, shit, he thought as he looked at the cock ring lying on his cot, right next to the nipple loops, I can't jerk off after every session! I just can't. My cock will rupture or something. I guess I've just got to get used to it all. Somehow. If I can't, I'll just have to kill myself. He thought that, but he knew he could never take that step, no matter what happened.

Any life is better than no life was his philosophy. Then his mind tossed him what he felt was a saving grace, his only hope, that anyone can get used to anything . . .if they try hard enough. Besides, he now remembered, Jose told me that in a few days I'll only have to do it five or six times a day. Somehow that thought was very comforting and made it all seem more humanly manageable to Jane/Joe. And it was, at least, a light at the end of the long and dark, cock-filled tunnel.

Then a silly thought smacked him. He had sucked off and swallowed the sperm and piss of many black men. Even licked one's asshole. So no one, but no one, could call him prejudiced, now could they? Oh, no, he mused, I'm an equal opportunity cock-sucker! An EOC! That, he thought, will look just great in my classified ad for black men wanting to find a new position.

He giggled and thought, trouble is, the only position open to them is standing in front of me with an erection! And with that easy requirement, his EOC enterprise should haul them in by the hundreds. If not by the thousands! Maybe, he further mused to himself, if my cock-sucking business picks up, I should get incorporated! For incum tax purposes! This tickled him so much he laughed out loud.

Thus, his spirit buoyed somewhat, he prepared himself for Mr. Carter. And steeled his mind to accept the sexual sensations he knew he would be feeling before, during, and after the date.

Thus started Jane/Joe's first day as one of the powerful triumvirate�s working girls.

                   ne fear that Jane/Joe had concerned the mess hall. How would
                   he be able to handle going there, with all the guys gawking at
                   him in his Jane Does Jersey getup that reeked of a cat in heat
                   smell, with his unhideable boner that just screams out to the world, See? I'm so hot for cock I stay up all day and night just waiting for one? And the red painted lips that looked as if they were born to encircle any engorged organ. I'll diet, he thought. I just won't eat for nine months.

His fears were unfounded, however. No one said a word. Or even hinted at a desire to embarrass him. They were, Jane/Joe now sensed, too afraid of Sir Bruiser and his charming cohorts to insult one of their girls. He felt a newfound power in the fact that these rough men deferred to him and treated him with some respect. A sham respect to be sure, but it felt nice, anyway.

Early in the meal, as he put his mouth on the banana he had just half peeled, he heard someone snigger at his table. But, as he looked around at the men, not one of them was seen to be the culprit. They all looked as if they were in church, all innocent looking, and quite properly behaved. There were a few more sniggers and giggles from the nearby tables.

He looked around, grinned and quipped out loud, "Gotta practice!" The laughter from many nearby tables was immediate and uproarious. Then, as a finale, he took a big bite of the banana's "head." He immediately heard moans, groans, and one large groan followed by, "Whoa, man, that fuckin ' hurts!"

Then someone to his left, he couldn't see who, yelled out toward him, "Fucking A, baby, you sure need the practice!" More laughter. Jane/Joe then threw them an encore by taking another big bite of his banana cock, but this time he did it in an exaggerated, tooth-showing manner. He smiled to the many groans, giggles, and guffaws that followed. Then, flushed with himself and his small success, he stood and bowed from the waist. This was quickly followed by every man at his table standing up and applauding. Loudly. Other nearby tables soon followed suit.

Not even knowing what was going on exactly, a few other tables stood up and clapped. As two strong men hoisted him up onto the table, other tables joined in. The applause was now spreading out and becoming thunderous. Even the two mess hall guards were clapping away.

As he stood there, as garish looking as garish can get, he gave the now stubby banana cock a sham blowjob, complete with loud, exaggerated moanings. Then every table in the room got involved. Everyone knew what was going on, even if they didn't know the exact reason why.

As he sucked up and down sensually on the yellow member, the mess hall went wild. Shouts. Guffaws. Lurid comments and catcalls were heard. And the clapping grew louder and louder, now accompanied by intermittent short, sharp whistles. It was a sight to behold! No actor has ever had a better standing ovation than the one received by this new girl on the block. The new girl who was now feeling, strangely enough, more like one of the boys.

That night, Jane/Joe was surprised to discover that sucking off thirteen men, and spreading your ass cheeks for two more, was absolutely exhausting. The muscles in his jaw area felt achy and his legs hurt from all his kneeling. How the fuck did hookers manage it? He now had greater respect for the ladies of the evening.

He was so wiped out he nearly forgot to remove the cock ring, which he knew, because Jose had told him, could lead to permanent nerve damage. As he removed it he felt just like a woman who couldn't wait to get out of her tight-fitting shoes after a day of shopping. What relief, what blessed relief it was to shed the damned thing. His cock wasted no time in shriveling up as if it was trying to hide in his pubic hairs. Aaaah! He thought, that feels good!

But as tired as he was, he knew he had to try to memorize the stupid Code. Since he had fifteen minutes until Lights Out, he took out the Girly Cock-sucker's Code sheet and read and reread it a dozen times or more. Then, Jane/Joe plopped back onto the cot and quickly nodded off to sleep. And along came the dream. It was the same dream he'd had the night before.

His second day was to be a mix of eleven men for oral and three for anal. Fourteen cocks to service. Fourteen cocks! It amazed Jane/Joe just how many different types of cocks existed in the world. And he knew it was just the tip, pun intended, of the iceberg.

Long ones and short ones. Skinny and fat. Cocks that pointed straight out. Or bent down or up. Some even going out sideways. And cock heads were varied, too. They ran the gamut from full, fat, and plump, to mushroom shaped, to hardly there at all--you name it.

And cum varied, too. From sugar sweet to bitter to downright fucking nasty, and to everything in between. It was amazing to him. Nature sure hated monotony.

Sir Cougar was there on the list again. This time for a BJA, again at 3:00 p.m. Sir Bruiser was there again, too. At 5:00 again. And again with only BJ next to his cell number. Whew! he thought, dodged another bullet!

His second day had only one surprise in it. His fourth date. When he arrived at the cell he was greeted by two men in their thirties, one white, one black. He was to be double-clutched, or as one of the men informed him, spit roasted. He had missed that fact because the information on Jose's date sheet had only read: 3:00 p.m. Baker Doozy, cell 48, BJA. One guy was Baker, the other Doozy.

Jane/Joe spent the next half hour, on all fours, sucking Baker's almost 8" cock while Doozy shoved his fully 7" cock up his ass. They had done this before. It was easy to know that because their timing together was perfect. As Baker throated him, Doozy put it all the way in his rectum. One of them even said the expected, "Let's meet in the middle!" The other laughed. Oh, yeah, they'd done it before all right . . .