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

              hat fact was also reinforced when both men orgasmed in unison.
              As one large load filled Jane/Joe's mouth, another load filled his
              rectum. And both men moaned loudly when they came. In deep
              baritones that, together, almost sounded musical. As Jane/Joe swallowed the first of Baker's emission he heard himself humming along, making it a trio.

With his slightly higher moans adding a counterpoint to their deeper ones, it did sound as if they were harmonizing. If we practice enough, he thought giddily, we can put on shows! We'll call ourselves The Spit Roasters, featuring the hot, hot lips of Janie Jacoby, the girl with the golden tongue! We'll make millions!

A weird thing happened, too. As both men were spurting and twitching, moaning and groaning, Jane/Joe could feel them move forward across his back. He then heard them kissing and moaning into each other's mouths.They did this without any attempt to conceal it from him. Jane/Joe kind of suspected they were lovers. And had been for some time.

Jane/Joe was thanked by the two of them and was told he could count on a rematch real soon. He inserted the butt-plug, with an assist from Baker, got dressed, and left the cell feeling strange inside for he knew that he had enjoyed the double entry. It was not only different, this being spit-roasted, it was immensely pleasurable, too. He had, at some point in the doings, lost himself in it and he knew he had surrendered somewhat to the sexual sensations.

Baker's slurpy-slick, burgeoning erection had felt wonderfully magical as it plunged in and out of his wet, hot mouth as it added its magic to the sublime feelings that Doozy's stiff prick was rendering to his full-feeling rectum as it sawed in and out. Must admit it, he thought, it felt good, but so what? So it felt good. So sue me.

As he walked back to his cell to prepare for his next date, his erection talked to him. Because the rest of the day was scheduled for nothing but blowjobs, he decided to give himself a treat by jerking off. He needed that release as he was quite worked up.

As he turned into the last corridor that led to his cell, he felt as if he was following his erection home. It stood way, way out and, by walking rapidly and swaying his hips slightly, he made sure that the tantalizing and exquisite torture was at its fiercest. He twitched and shuddered here and there as he walked. And enjoyed it knowing he would soon be home.

Once in his cell, he quickly snapped off the cock ring, took his still hard cock into his right hand and, with his eyes closed, stroked it back and forth slowly. It felt fantastic. But he knew he could make it even better. He put the cock ring back on. In seconds, the head was hard and bloated and very sensitive to his touch. He wet a thumb with his mouth and pressed the digit into his cock head, right on the very tip. He made small circles with the fat digit. Ooooooh! He moaned softly. Oh, yes, that is fantastic! Even better than Sir Cougar's finger fiddling.

At first, while he stroked his over-tantalized cock, he had thought about nothing at all. Then, as he knew it would, a scene of the two recent men entered his mind. Because the reality was so fresh, he had no trouble picturing Baker's long, hard cock in his mouth. Christ, he could actually taste it now!

As he lovingly stroked away, he relived the spit-roasting scene and imagined he could actually feel Doozy's plump prick in his ass. Oh, man, I was sucking cock and getting fucked at the same time! And they had cum in me at the same time! Baker in my mouth and Doozy in my ass. What a feeling! Just like the one the butt-plug was making now that made his asshole tingle and twitch. Oh, God, I'm so fucking hot! He relived the scenario, jumping from one point in it to another and then back again. Cock in mouth, cock in ass. He reached down with his left hand and massaged his balls knowing he was getting close.

Then he was ready. He held out his left hand and made a cup out of it. With his eyes still closed he filled the palm with his sperm. When his cock was drained, he looked down at his hand/cup. It held at least more than two tablespoons of his hot, gummy, juice.

He raised the hand to his mouth and started lapping, knowing he was adding his cum to the sperm that Baker had put in his mouth just a while ago. It tasted strong and sharp and smelled slightly like detergent. In five licks his palm was empty. He gave it two more licks anyway. Then, feeling drained but, amazingly, still horny, he went to take a piss.

As he was about to piss, he noticed a paper cup sitting on the toilet tank's cover. For a reason known to anyone, including himself, he grabbed the cup and pissed into it. When the cup was two-thirds full he finished his pissing into the toilet bowl. He then raised the cup of pee up to his lips, took a small sip, made a face, then swallowed and said out loud, "Waiter, I like it! It's a saucy little vintage, delightfully pissy-fruity, with a nice nose and an impertinent aftertaste. Cheers!"

He then brought the cup of pee to his lips and drained it in one long chug-a-lugging swig. His mouth was now full of piss. He swished it around as he had done with Sir Thor and then swallowed it entirely with a loud gulp. Man, he thought as he tasted the piss, I'm fulla surpises now, aint' I? Guess I better brush my teeth before the next date just in case the dumb fuck wants to kiss me.

He completed his second day as he had the first. Totally exhausted. And when he slept, he had that same vivid dream. And, just as it had last night, he awoke in a sweat. With an extra-hard erection that was not brought on by any old cock ring.

Ah! The dream! That fucking weird dream. Beautifully strange, but scary, too.

            ane/Joe had had it two days in a row now and it was exactly the
            same each time. In the dream his name was Jane. And he was
            both the performer and the watcher. In the dream, Jane was sitting
            in a gay bar talking to a young man whose face he couldn't quite make out. However, the overall impression he had was of a muscular guy in his late teens to early twenties. With curly blond hair. And with a very large and obvious bulge in his pants. The Jane of the dream, the performer, couldn't take her leering eyes off the bulge. It scared him, in the dream, that he, the watcher, couldn't either. The bulge looked as if it was hiding a cock that was huge, fat and long. It seemed inviting. Very tantalizing.

And, wouldn't you just know it, Jane was actively trying to talk the young man into going home with him and it was rough going. The watcher was surprised by the young mans reticence. He was also surprised that Jane was totally naked except for a red garter belt, fishnet stockings, and red shoes. With lips created by Suckit Red. And twirling a small red purse.

Then the dream shifted to an apartment that had, as its only piece of furniture, a king-sized bed. The young blond man was on the bed, on his back, fully clothed, with his humungous bulge still quite evident. Jane was sitting on the edge of the bed hovering over the young man. She looked like lasciviousness incarnate.

The young man was still playing hard to get even though Jane was pleading with him, telling him how great a blowjob he'd get if he would only relax a bit. Jane wanted to suck this young man's cock something fierce. Couldn't he see that? Was he retarded?

Jane reached out and started to massage the large lump. This seemed to have a positive effect on the young man, so Jane continued the fingered assault. The watcher heard, quite clearly, the words Jane spoke, "A young cock like yours needs to be aired out at times. You don't want it to atrophy, do you?" The young man mumbled something indistinct, but it must have been in a positive vein for Jane proceeded to slowly unzip the young man's trousers.

It was at this point in the dream that the watcher, who was seeing Jane getting ready to put her bright red mouth on the swollen cock head, got a real life erection. He could sense it trying to intrude on the dream, annoyingly, and it made him angry. Especially when now, in the dream, the young man's resolve was weakening and Jane had succeeded in getting his cock out and was now massaging the large, plum-like head in preparation for a hot lip attack.

The watcher heard Jane speak again. "Please let me suck your magnificent cock and I'll show you how the world's greatest cocksucker does it. Please! You won't regret it. I can deep-throat you and drive you wild, young man. You'll feel excitement you can't even dream about. Please let me prove it to you! Please, please, please! Let me show you, Jose!"

The watcher twitched and shuddered in his sleep as he saw Jane greedily devour the large cock head with her ruby red lips. As she did so, the watcher could feel his real-life erection getting more insistent. Not now, he sleepily and dreamily told the pecker, can't you see he's finally going to let me, er, Jane suck him off? Go away! You're ruining everything! The watcher massaged it a bit as if that might pacify it and make it shut up already.

As the watcher watched Jane suck the young man, the young man called Jose, he could actually feel the guy's cock himself, with his own lips, tongue, and mouth. And it was delicious!

It was now fully erect and topping out at over 7+" of hard, cock head and shaft. He could feel the cock invade his throat and take possession of it as he went for the deep-throat maneuver. When his lips--or was it Jane's lips?--were finally pressing tightly around the cock's base, with the blond Jose's pubic hairs tickling his--or was it Jane's?--nose, the man called Jose suddenly jumped up and yelled, "You ain't sucking my prick, you fucking faggot!"

Then the young man rushed out of the room and left Jane lying on the bed and moaning. Loudly. Then her moans seemed closer to him. They soon engulfed him. And they were so loud. And all around him. Then he realized that they belonged to the watcher.

It was here in the dream that the moans were so loud they woke him up. He was sweaty, with a cement-hard erection, and a vivid vision of the young man's magnificent prick hung there in the darkness that was right before his open eyes.

Oh, God, Jane/Joe thought, now fully wide-awake, I've been fully fagged, I have. Shit, I can't dream about tits, ass, and pussy anymore! I've forgotten what they look like. It was true in more ways than one. Right now, if Jane/Joe went to jerk off his cock, the only pictures he could muster up were ones of his hot mouth on a hot, oversized, and fully erect prick. Or someone's hard dick up his rectum. It had happened twice now, with him cumming his real-life load at the same time an imagined prick unloaded into his mouth. Or his ass. Take your pick.

Fuck, thought Jane/Joe, I've become cock happy and cum crazy! In less than a few days, for crissakes. He looked at his watch: 6:15 a. m. Time to put on his lipstick, get girlied up, and wait for Jose and his list of the day's cocksucking and ass-pussy fucking events. But he still had time to do one thing.

Thus, in need of understandable relief, and with a vision in his head of a large, bulbous cock head approaching his eager lips, Jane/Joe started to whack off his complaining erection. He was just starting to get seriously into it when a bright light hit his face, blinding him. He was busted! And, because he slept in the nude, and was now not even covered by a blanket--really busted!

"You wanna go blind?" It was Jose. What was he doing here so late? Jane/Joe sat up on the cot, trying to see past the blinding light. Jose lowered the flashlight torch and entered the cell.

"I just came by to see how you're doing. How you're handling it all. Now I see! You handle that big cock of yours pretty well!" He sat on the cot alongside Jane/Joe and set the torch on the floor, its beam hitting the ceiling and creating weird shadows here and there. It was eerie.

"I'm sorry," Jose began, "for interrupting your, uh, sleep!" He giggled. "But I wanted to make sure you weren't freaking out, you know?" Jane/Joe nodded. He knew. And he appreciated Jose's concern. It seemed very genuine.

He told Jose all about the dream, every detail. Jose listened, fascinated by it all. Then he said, "Well, Jane, it looks as if you're on your way to liking cock. Happened to me, too, the weird dreams. As I told you, Jane, you can't keep giving pleasure without it echoing back on you. You're human after all. Think about this. We are born sucking! Right? It's a natural thing a baby does to calm itself or get fed. Christ, a baby would suck the scales off an alligator if it thought it was hiding some milk!" He and Jane/Joe both laughed. Christ, Jane/Joe thought, I'm getting hard again! Oh, man, what's happening to me? The mere mention of the word suck turns me on and puts images of cocks in my head.

Jose saw the change in Jane/Joe's rising cock and, without asking, put a hand on it. Jane/Joe didn't draw back or pull away. Jose stroked it and then used his other hand to caress Jane/Joe's balls area. Jane/Joe moaned.

"Feel good?" asked Jose."Yeah, it does." Jane/Joe answered. And it did. He instinctively searched for Jose's cock. He found it and felt it through the fabric of Jose's trousers. It seemed to be similar to his own 7+ fat inches. He couldn't wait to see it. Jose moaned and then stood up.

As Jose unzipped and fished out his growing cock he whispered, "Let's suck each other off. You do me first and then I'll do you. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded, his erection keenly felt.

Jose undid his own belt and pushed his trousers and underpants to the floor. He was now standing in front of Jane/Joe naked from the waist down and eerily lit by the torch's wide beam. His fat headed cock had shadows along one side and was pointed straight at Jane/Joe's face. A big blob of precum had formed and was also lit from the side. It was so big it looked as if gravity would soon make it fall.

Jane/Joe beat gravity to the punch. He leaned forward and licked at the big blob, drawing it into his mouth. It tasted like salty onions, but sweet somehow. Jose moaned above his head.

For some unknown reason, Jane/Joe felt the need to take his time, to examine Jose's cock. He looked it over. It was very similar to his own. A largish spongy head that was nicely ridged, the shaft thick and slightly veiny. Jose's crotch hairs were wiry and seemed to come halfway up the shaft in an unruly way. Funny, Jane/Joe thought, Jose doesn't have to shave. Rank has its privilege, I guess.

"Wait!" Jose said. "Let's put cock rings on!" In no time they had them in place. Their cock heads looked hard and enormous, their balls swollen.

Jose moved in a bit, guiding his plump, rock-hard cock head toward Jane/Joe's lips. The lips opened and took the head in. Jose said, "Mmm, hot and wet, baby, just the way I love it!" The lips took more of the cock in. They were tightly wrapped around a place a few inches past the ridge. Man, Jane/Joe thought, his fucking cock head is hard as hell! It felt fantastic.

Then his mouth started its forward and backward motions. Jane/Joe heard himself moan. He took in even more of the cock, feeling the rock-hard head enter his throat. Half inch by half inch, he worked his lips toward the bottom of the base. Jose moaned throughout the entire slow-paced trip.

When he felt his lips touch Jose's belly and the pubic hairs touch his nose, with Jose's entire cock head now fully down his throat, Jane/Joe realized something. He had deep-throated a 7" + hard-headed cock without using the throat spray! At first he thought that some of the spray must still be active, but Jose had told him it wears off in an hour. It had been three hours since his last spray. Why hadn't he gagged? Was he unconsciously controlling his gag reflex? He wanted to do it again, but this time paying more attention to his throat.

The cock head was in his mouth, but not near the throat area. He pressed slowly forward until it not only hit the opening to his throat, but also started in. He took more of the cock. He felt it going down his throat, an inch down, then two inches. Then even more. He concentrated on his throat area and tried to bring the gag reflex into play. It worked. He felt like retching.

He concentrated again and found he could will the gag reflex away. He played with the gag reflex a few times this way until he was sure he could control it at will. He made a mental note to tell Jose about this later. Or maybe he already knew.

With his mind now fully back to the task at hand, he proceeded to give Jose a very fine blowjob. As he expertly worked, he moaned. Jose moaned, too. Then Jose started to mouth fuck him, slowly and very deliberately. Gently in and out. Some strokes going fully down his throat, some not.

Jose pulled back until only the cock head plus a bit was in Jane/Joe's mouth. Jose held the sucking man's head in place very gently, lovingly almost. Jose stood very still, not moving forward or backward, just letting Jane/Joe suck the big, bloated, blood-gorged cock head. They were both breathing heavily. Jose's breathing got even heavier as his moment neared. Jane/Joe felt Jose's balls rise up. Jose was ready. He was ready, too.

Jose moaned, then whispered, "Here it is, Jane!" That was all he said as he felt Jane/Joe's hands squeezing his ass cheeks, pulling him forward.

Jane/Joe's mouth and lips felt Jose's cock head swell up just before the first warm, sticky liquid poured forth from it. The cum tasted sweet as it spewed forth into his mouth. He swallowed and a tablespoon or slightly more followed. It was sweet, too. He swallowed, and other than a few last second dribbles, Jose was drained. He pulled his cock from the mouth, bent over and whispered in Jane/Joe's ear. "Now, Jane, I want you to whisper, loud enough for me to hear, that you loved sucking my cock. Now, say it!" Jane/Joe didn't want to say it, not really, but then again, he did.

Jane/Joe whispered to the face so close to his, "Jose, I loved sucking your cock!" The bitch is, he had. And he knew Jose knew he had. But it still fucked with his mind somehow.

His face still near Jane/Joe's, Jose whispered, "Say to me, Jose, I loved swallowing all your cum! Say it!" Jane/Joe turned to the eerily lit face again. "Jose, I . . . I loved swallowing all your cum!" That was true, too. Why deny it? Jose whispered again, "Yes, Jane, you're either a full-fledged cocksucker right now or you soon will be!" He stood up. It was Jane/Joe's turn to get sucked off. And Jane/Joe was looking forward to it, too. Eagerly.

Jose got right to it. He went on his knees and took Jane/Joe's hard-headed prick into his mouth. Jane/Joe thought he would die from the pleasure. He felt the butt-plug in his ass and he moaned and twitched, his cock getting even harder.

Jose then sucked him off in a way very similar to the way Jane/Joe had done to him, but his throat seemed to have muscles in it that caressed the dick while he sucked. Jane/Joe made a mental not to practice that maneuver. If he could manage it, that is.

Under Jose's expert cocksucking, Jane/Joe soon busted his nut. Jose swallowed it greedily, but didn't stop sucking on Jane/Joe's prick until it had gone completely soft. Then he stood up.

"Now, Jane," he said, not whispering but still below a normal voice level. "I want you to answer me very truthfully. Did you or did you not enjoy sucking my cock and swallowing my cum?"

Without flinching, Jane/Joe answered. "Yes, I did. To both."

"And do you want us to do this again . . . and again?"

"Yes!"

"And how about ass-pussy fucking each other?"

"Yes!"

"And if I want to piss in your mouth and have you piss in mine?"

Jane/Joe was quiet, thinking. Then:

"Yes, even that. Especially now, 'cause I have to piss!"

"I do, too! You want to go first or second?"

Jane/Joe thought. "First!" He stood up, his limp cock in his hand, and pinched the base off. He had to piss really bad now and it was somewhat painful, but in seconds Jose's hot mouth was on him. He released the base and his piss flooded out.

Jose took his piss. It was, naturally, the first time Jane/Joe had ever pissed in anyone's mouth. It felt good. It was nice pissing into a warm, wet mouth. Jose swallowed rapidly enough to take every drop. Then it was Jane/Joe's turn to kneel. He wasted no time for he could see Jose pinching the base of his cock off.

He put his mouth on the limp dick and it started to flow immediately. Copiously. He tasted its bitterness and swallowed. Each time he swallowed, the bitter taste was renewed, rejuvenated. Then it hit him. The taste, he thought, wasn't that horrible now. Oh, yeah, it was pissy-bitter, but he could see someone getting used to the taste. The thing he liked, he felt, was the volume. It was as if Jose was coming the world's biggest load, but it was a cum with a sharper edge to it. Then Jose was finished. Jane/Joe stood up.

As Jose prepared to leave, he said, "Hey! Let's do each other's balls next time. I like that. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. "OK, I kind of like that, too. It was a lie. He didn't like it. Yet.

           fter Jose had gone home, Jane/Joe lay on the cot thinking. It had
             been nice with Jose, different from the other men. Like two real
               close buddies who just happened to suck each other off. It didn't
                 seem as guilt-ridden as his encounters with the others had been. He had even enjoyed Jose's piss. And he sure as hell enjoyed pissing into Jose's mouth.

Was he, he wondered, turning? Becoming gay? Queering up? A cock-hungry, cum-loving faggot? He didn't think so. It hadn't turned Jose. Or had it? He was confused. Gay was something you�re born with. Christ, he'd read that much somewhere. You don't go from heterosexual to homosexual in on fell swoop. Maybe he was bisexual. That would explain it better.

He had only one ace in the hole, if you could call it that. In less than nine months from now he would be back in his own world. All this would be behind him and would eventually be a dim memory. So what if I had enjoyed nine months of being a cocksucker? Who was to know, anyhow? But, could someone slip in and out of gayness? Just as one could put on a new outfit and feel different? Why not? He thought. Made sense. It was logical, wasn't it? With a myriad of confusing thought flowing through his mind he drifted into sleep, with a last thought that made him fret. What if gay is something that becomes permanent?

And the same dream happened. And again, the young man named Jose refused to play ball. Refused to let the dream girl Jane suck him to completion. The dream man Jose had jumped up and cursed her again. As he did every time. What was wrong with the guy? Didn't he like having his dick sucked? Unhuman. But in this dream, the watcher got a better view of the young man's face. He looked familiar somehow. He'd seen the face before, but he couldn't figure out just when or where. Jane/Joe then heard a voice. It was friendly and loud.

"Hello, Jane!" the voice said cheerfully. It was Jose, his precious date list in one hand, his little black doctor's satchel in the other.

"I hope you slept well, honey, because you have a full plate today. I hope you're hungry! Ha ha! For your last heavy day, you have fifteen guys, Jane, with four of them wanting your sweet ass-pussy. So, out of bed, sleepyhead! Chop-chop, there�s cocks� awaiting!" Jane/Joe liked Jose, but he now discovered he could be annoying at times.

Jose looked into Jane/Joe's sleepy eyes. "Just look at you! No lipstick, no nothing. You're just lying there like a wanton slut who thinks the world is going to wait on her. C'mon, Jane! Grab your socks so you can grab those cocks, girl. Time's a-wasting!" He giggled.

Jane/Joe held out a hand. Jose read it as a request for the date list. He handed it to Joe and said, "You're getting popular, sweet lips! There are six requests on there for rematches. Guess I taught you too well, eh?"

Joe didn't answer. He read a bit and said, "Sir Cougar again! Shit, he can't seem to get enough of me." Jane/Joe noticed that Sir Cougar wanted a BJA. The last two times he had only requested a BJ.

Jose said, "That's 'cause he just loves your beautiful cock-sucking lips, Janie, baby! Which, right now, need some lipsticking up if their going to please Sir Cougar--and the rest of the boys." He made no mention of the previous night's action. As if he didn't want to discuss it in the daylight. Oh, well, thought Jane/Joe, suits me.

Jane/Joe sat up on the edge of the cot, rubbed his eyes and yawned. Another day was about to begin, he thought, another day of a mere eleven blowjobs and four ass-pussy fucks. He thought of the Ride-The-Whip. Oh, well, I guess it could be worse! At least no one's pissing in my mouth on a regular basis. Yet! He stood up and went looking for his Suckit Red lipstick tube. Now where had he left the damned thing? There you are!

"Good girl, Jane," Jose said lightheartedly. "Carpe diem, Jane baby! Grab the day! And whatever else you can grab! Ha ha ha!" Then Jose disappeared leaving Jane/Joe to himself and his daily girlying-up routine. And the vision of Sir Cougar's oak wood hard, 10" prick swirling through his mind.

He checked his watch. He had time. His first "date" wasn't until seven. He wrapped a towel around him and headed for the showers, glad for the fact that no one fucked with him anymore now that he was one of Sir Bruiser's girls. Before showering, he removed the butt-plug. He took a crap, glad for the temporary relief from the insistent plug.

Back in his cell, his butt-plug fully reinstalled, Jane/Joe applied the lipstick, dabbed perfume behind each ear, put on a freshly-washed cut-off tee, and laid out the cock ring and nipple ring/chain on his cot. He checked the level of the small spray bottle affixed to the chain. Damn, he thought, I'm running low. He wrote a note as a reminder to tell Jose about getting him a fresh refill. He checked his watch again. 6:48. Better hurry.

It was time to put on the light pain-giving nipple loops with the chain that held the magical throat spray. And it was time to put on the cock-choking ring, too. And damn, it wasn't but thirty seconds after he had the cock ring in place that he had a full erection! The ring had gotten speedier! He slipped into the elastic waistband shorts and immediately felt the lightweight fabric caress and tingle his erection. He wiggled in place and shuddered. Oh, fuck, he thought.

Jane/Joe took out the small mirror and looked at the face, his face, her face, Jane's face, Jane/Joe's face, looking back at him. Shit, he thought, Jose's right! My lips are the pouty lips of a cock-sucking slut! The ruby red lips were inviting, that was for sure. The bottom lip was plumped up and puffy, and jutted out seductively, as if inviting cocks to come right on in. He formed an 'O' with his lips, showing no teeth. He looked in amazement. Any man, he thought, would want those lips around his dick. Shit, he thought, even I would!

Jane/Joe left the cell and headed for cell number 28. Waiting there, Jane/Joe knew, was a guy named Ransom who was probably even now looking forward to his first blowjob from a guy named Jane.

He checked his watch. 6:56. He picked up the pace, feeling the nipple loop's chain start to sway from side to side as it bounced its spray bottle gently against his hairless chest. Walking faster also made the lightweight fabric of his short pants send more constant tingly sensations through the tip of his erect dick. Keep me horny! I just love it.

As he walked, he psyched himself up for what was about to happen. He recited the Girly Code. Just in case. He repeated Jose's oft-said instructions to himself: Suck the guy's balls first. Get them nice and wet. Get the cock's shaft and cock head nice and wet, too. Show the guy you love sucking his cock. Suck with passion and vary the routine. Deep-throat him and moan appreciatively as you do. While you suck him, caress his balls, and fondle his ass cheeks. Stick a finger up his ass unless he offers resistance to it. When he cums his load, grab his ass and moan. And don't forget to thank him, sir, for cumming in your mouth. Christ, thought Jane/Joe, it should be easier than this! Whoops! Cell 28 was here.

"Hello, sir! If your name is Mr. Ransom, sir, I'm Jane, your cock-sucking slave for the next half hour! sir!" Ransom waved him to enter. Jane/Joe pursed his lips seductively, running his tongue across them, as Jose had taught him, and entered the cell, making damn sure to sway his hips provocatively. The effect wasn't lost on Ransom, who whistled softly in appreciation.

Ransom stood there in the middle of the cell, a large, powerfully built white guy in his thirties, and sized Jane up. "Sir Cougar was right, Jane," he said. "You do have pretty lips, girl. Come over here and drop your trou, I've got something I've been saving up for over a week just for your cute red mouth!" Jane/Joe realized Ransom enjoyed being blown by a naked man, like Barker. Or, to put it more accurately, a naked girl named Jane.

"Yes, sir!" Jane/Joe said as he approached Ransom. As he dropped the shorts to the floor and knelt, naked from the bottom of his cut-off tee down to his ankle, in front of the big man, Jane/Joe reached down and brought up the throat-numbing spray and gave his throat a good spritz. Jane/Joe then looked up at Ransom.

"Sir, would you like me to take your cock out or would you prefer doing that yourself, sir?" Ransom told him that that would be a nice touch. But not just yet.

"Let me look at you first, Jane. I see you have a hard-on. Does that mean you're hot to suck me off?"

"Yes, sir!" He couldn't believe how quickly he had said the words. But he was hot.

"You gonna give me the best blowjob I ever had?"

"Yes, sir!" Shit, he again answered very quickly. Way too quickly.

"And when I cum are you going to swallow every single drop?"

"Yes, sir!" Again, a tad too quick on the trigger.

"Now, Jane, I don't just want my cock sucked off. I want you to make love to it. To show me that you love what you're doing. And, since I don't believe in masturbation, I've got a load that will be enormous. Can you handle it all without spilling?"

"Yes, sir!" Oh shit. Who am I?

Ransom then told Jane/Joe to fish his dick out. Jane/Joe said, "Yes, sir!" and was soon looking at a very hairy, thick cock with a large, bulbous head. It looked, in a word, extremely meaty. Thick and fleshy.

It hung down, thick and semi-hard, for a good six inches. The shaft was whiter than the head, which was a pinkish purple. The head also looked longer than any one he'd seen so far. He guessed its length to be at least 2" or more . . .