Author: Arthur Kay Title: Jane/Joe's Prison Ordeal!  Summary: Joe
Jacoby undergoes a transformation under the guidance of Jose, 'Girly
Coordinator' for 3 black guys who run the jail.  Do what you will,
thought Joe, but I ain't ever gonna punk up or like it!  Keywords: M,
MM, cbt, nc, rape, ws, humil, interr, anal, ws, humor

WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual
descriptions and language.  If you are a minor (under 21) or if you
are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading
now.  Any resemblance between this story and a real event is
coincidental.  The participants are imaginary; their actions have no
negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story.  The
story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the
real world.

Jane/Joe's Prison Ordeal!

by Arthur Kay

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

While I abhor the rape of any person, male or female, in any form it
may take, I do find the whole subject fascinating.  And not just from
a lewd perspective, either.  Some of the victims, a small percentage
to be sure, went from abject humiliation and horror to acceptance and,
ultimately, to enjoying the ordeal in what I consider to be a very
short time, indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

Your gone now, Donny, but where ever you are, I want you to know that
this story is dedicated to your unbeatable and unbelievable spirit.
Arthur Kay 2002.

. . . . . . . . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jose next took out a large bottle of perfume.  He dabbed a bit of it
on the backs of Jane/Joe's ears.  It smelled cheap, tawdry even, and
reminded Jane/Joe of a cathouse.  It was the kind of perfume women
bought by the quart, not the ounce.  You didn't dab this kind of scent
on your body, you splashed it on.  Had they chose, anyone could easily
afford to bathe in the shit.  Oooh, Sir Cougar had resumed his thumb
pressure.  Jane/Joe suspected that Sir Cougar was putting something on
his fingers, some lubricating agent, for the thumb was always moist
and slippery.  He couldn't imagine the man spitting on his thumb.  No,
he was definitely using some kind of lube.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And 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, 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.

He 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, all
ready!

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.

"Open your mouth, cunt!  I gotta piss!" Oh, hell!  Save me . . .
anyone! Jane/Joe thought.  But there was no one there to answer that
particular little prayer.  Even his looking pleadingly at Jose brought
forth nothing.  All he got from him was a look that said 'I can't help
you, man.  Would if I could, but I can't.'

And, even in spite of what he knew was going to happen, his mouth
filled with piss, that fucking hardon of his still wouldn't die! Fuck,
he thought, nothing can kill it!  Rub, rub, rub.  Sir Cougar, you
bastard, bitch fucker!  Rub, rub, rub.  Long pause.  Rub, rub. Pause. 
Rub.

With the hairs on his neck standing straight out, Jane/Joe took Sir
Bruiser's limp fat cock into his mouth.  And waited.  Sir Bruiser
tilted Jane/Joe's head up and said, "Listen and listen good!  You
better swallow fast and often, for if one drop of my piss comes out of
your mouth, well, I don't have to tell you, do I piss-mouth?" With the
limp cock still in his mouth, Jane/Joe shook his head from side to
side.  Oooo!  Rub, rub.  Fuck!

Then the big man's deluge of urine began.  Warm and very pissy-
tasting. Worse than he could ever imagine it would be.  His mouth
filled so rapidly he almost didn't swallow soon enough.  But he did,
grateful that none had spilled.  And he kept swallowing, rapidly, one
swallow after the other, the pissy taste increasing.

It seemed as if it would last all day, but finally Sir Bruiser pulled
his cock from Jane/Joe's mouth.  Jane/Joe swallowed one last time as
Sir Bruiser wiped his pissy cock head across his lips.  Ugh!  The
taste was horrible!  And worse, he knew it wouldn't be the last cock
he would be doing this despicable act with tonight.  And he was right.
So very right!

But not with the next guy, for Sir Bruiser planned on being the next
guy.

"Now, Jane," Sir Bruiser said.  " You little piss-mouth, Jose signals
it's time for another one of your spritzes, so you do that and then I
want to see how good the shit works.  You gagged up a storm on our
first little date, but I think you'll have no trouble taking my 12-
1/2" now.  Show me I'm right!" Jane/Joe did the spritzing thing,
tempted to give it two shots, but decided not to.  The stuff had
worked so far, even with cocks he'd have previously guessed no one in
the world could deep-throat.

Jane/Joe leaned forward and took Sir Bruiser's semi-erection in his
right hand, holding the beefy schlong by the base.  God, how thick, he
thought.  As he munched back and forth on the wide, wide head, he
could feel it come to life.  It elongated both in length and in girth.
It's 2" plus width now stretched his lips out.  He slobbered on the
unbelievable head for a few more minutes, putting as much saliva as he
could on the monster.

"Enough dillydallying!" Sir Bruiser growled.  Jane/Joe didn't debate
the man.  He just started his mouth going forward on the big human
salami.  As he felt the big black head push into throat, he was
amazed.  It went right in and down his throat without any problem at
all!  Shit, he mused, with this spray a cocksucker could rule the
fucking world!

He moved his mouth forward and the inches were just gobbled up.  In
less than thirty seconds he was down to Sir Bruiser's belly.  And he
felt full. Full of black cock.  None of the guys before this had made
him feel this full.  Then, to make sure he got fully used to it, he
stayed down at the base for almost a full minute.  He tried to, and
found he could, move his tongue from side to side.  Sir Bruiser let
out a moan as he did this action. He mused to himself, Christ, to the
other guys it must look as if I'm trying to swallow a black oak tree!
One with curly pubic hairs!  Now, it was time to move back off of the
roots.

He worked the head sloppily, deep-throating the man here and there,
while listening to his moaning.  Then Sir Bruiser grabbed his head
with both hands and started fucking in and out.  He'd mix it up with a
full-depth plunge here and there with half-depth thrusts thrown in. At
times, his cock would bend at the middle but straighten itself quickly
as it entered Jane/Joe's mouth.  He sawed in and out this way for an
interminable amount of time before finally yelling out:

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!  I'm there!" The long, growl-like
moan was accompanied by sperm spewing out of him in tablespoons.  One
after the other.  But Jane/Joe never tasted even one drop of the
copious cum because Sir Bruiser's cock head was fully down his throat.
It all went straight to his stomach.  Jane/Joe's only reward for his
tree eating was to feel the throbs, pulses, and twitches of the black
man's huge member as he unloaded.

Sir Bruiser was drained, but he kept his cock down Jane/Joe's throat
for a full minute more as he savored his ejaculation.  Sir Bruiser
just stood there, looking glassy-eyed, and rubbed the back of
Jane/Joe's neck gently and lovingly like.  Finally, he pulled the
black oak out.

He looked down at Jane/Joe, a big grin on his mouth.  "You win, Janie,
baby!  You is the world's best cocksucker, for sure.  I'm gonna call
Guinness and tell them about you!  They won't fuckin' believe it.  No
sir, they just won't fuckin' believe it.  No one has ever taken my
pole like that, no one!" He paused, pushing his now limp dick through
the trouser's fly.  "Yeah, Janie, you be doing me often from now on,
you betcha!  You gonna be my favorite girl from here on out!  You like
that idea?" He smiled at Jane/Joe.

"Yes, Sir Bruiser, sir, I like that idea, sir!" He didn't.  Not
really. But what else was he to say?  At least he hadn't gagged, or
worse, upchucked, and it now looked as if Sir Bruiser just might go
easier on him in the future.  Depending, of course, on how he treats
his favorite. Jane/Joe got a picture of that very idea just a few
moments later, just after he had been placed back on Sir Cougar's
prick again.  A bunch of thumb rubs in a row, six?  seven?  welcomed
him home.

As guy after guy continued to appear in the cell, Sir Bruiser told
each that if they had to take a piss, they could use Jane as their
human urinal. Almost half the guys took advantage of the offer, with
sweetness in their comments, to be sure, that didn't matter to
Jane/Joe, Sir Bruiser's favorite girl.

So there Jane/Joe was.  Sucking cock and swallowing cum one minute and
drowning in piss the next.  How many guys had there been?  Jane/Joe
wondered.  Forty.  Fifty.  Sixty.  More?  He had no idea, but he knew
it was more than thirty.  Way more.  Ooooh!  Rub, rub.

Then, as if someone had heard one of his silent prayers, Jane/Joe
heard Lights Out called, signaling fifteen more minutes of artificial
lighting. Or, and Jane/Joe couldn't know this, thirty minutes on Ride-
The-Whip nights. Please, thought Jane/Joe, don't let them continue all
night!  I'll fucking die if they do!  I can't take it no more.  The
rub, rubbing had stopped right after the Lights Out call, as if
rehearsed.

This newly thought prayer was answered, too.  Sir Bruiser leaned over
and spoke to Jane/Joe.  He spoke so gently it petrified him.  "Janie,
dear, it's almost beddybye time.  You only have one more chore before
you drift off to sleepyland." Oh, shit, thought Jane/Joe, what now?
Eat some shit? Well, they try that and they'll just have to kill me!
Right here and right now.

The 'what now' was an order to lie on his back on the cot with his
legs as high up on his chest as they could go.  Sir Cougar was going
to ass fuck him.  And they wanted him to masturbate himself at the
same time.  He was to have an orgasm and he was to tell Sir Cougar
just before that was to happen.  Sir Cougar, he was told, wanted to
feel his Jane/Joe's asshole spasm at the same time he unloaded his
sperm into the ass-pussy.  Sir Cougar just loved doing that sort of
fun he was told.

The naked-man-on-his-cot scenario was quickly in place and there he
was, Sir Cougar's hard cock pistoning in and out of his ass while he
jerked himself off.  And, as horny as he was with the cock ring still
in place, it was hard to be inspired.  He was turned off by the taste
of cum and piss still way too fresh in his mouth.  And the glaring
overhead light.  And the audience.

But he knew he had to cum.  So he concentrated really hard, closed his
eyes, and tried to conjure up a vision of a naked woman.  But he kept
getting crossed up by images of cocks, balls, and pubic hairs.  It was
hard work, but Sir Cougar didn't seem to mind.  "That's it, Janie
baby!  You beat it real good!  And don't you forget to tell me when
you gonna bust." This foreplay chatter forced Jane/Joe to concentrate
even harder as he whacked away at his swollen member.

Finally, mercifully, Jane/Joe felt it.  The beginings of an orgasm.
Thank you, lord, Jane/Joe thought just before he yelled out to Sir
Cougar, "Now!  Sir Cougar, sir!  I'm gonna shoot, sir!" He felt Sir
Cougar pick up the pace a bit, banging in and out of his ass with
purpose, trying to drive himself to his own orgasm.  Sir Cougar was
now leaning over him and he could feel drops of the man's sweat hit
his chest and belly.  They both did their respective parts for a few
second more.  Then . . .

Then Sir Cougar held stock-still as he felt the first of Jane/Joe's
asshole spasms.  Sir Cougar moaned.  "Oooooh yeah!  Oooooh yeah!
Oooooh yeah!"

As the spasms continued, Sir Cougar started fucking in and out rather
gently.  Then he yelled, "Ooooh fuck!  Take it, Jane, and love it,
'cuz here I come, ready or not!  Ooooh, yeah!"

Sir Cougar spasmed.  Jane/Joe spasmed.  Simultaneously.  Again and
again. As Sir Cougar's sperm filled his asshole, Jane/Joe's pent up
sperm burst out of him as if fired from a water cannon.  It went
straight up and then arced, landing in huge blobs, one after the
other, like a rain of cum, on Jane/Joe's face, shoulders, neck, chest,
and even his hair.  He felt awash in his own sperm.

But the long overdue release, the blessed needed relief, felt
fantastic. Even Sir Cougar's cock in his ass felt good.  He had moaned
and moaned and hadn't cared who heard him.  And having Sir Cougar's
cock in his rectum seemed to make his orgasm more intense, unlike
anything he had ever known before.  Which both fascinated and scared
him at the same time.  Then it was over.  And there would be no sweet
afterglow cuddling.  Or even the clich d cigarette.

Sir Cougar pulled out of his still twitching rectum roughly and
quickly left the cell, just like that, without saying a word. Jane/Joe
just laid there, his legs still against his chest, breathing hard and
covered in his own cum.  His overworked hand still holding his still
hard cock-ringed dick. His eyes were closed and he looked, well,
completely euphoric.  As any woman would whose husband had just
expertly fucked the living hell out of her and given her the orgasm of
a lifetime.  Jane/Joe just laid there, enjoying the mind-blowing
aftermath of his own orgasm of a lifetime.

Sir Bruiser came over and said matter-of-factly, bringing back
reality, "You did great, Jane, just great!  Now, you get your beauty
sleep, my girl, because you've got a big day again tomorrow.  And
every tomorrow after that. Just like today.  Until you either fag up
and start loving and enjoying your cocksucking, or you kill yourself
and die.  Don't matter one shit to me either way, girl" He bent his
tall body down until his head was just above Jane/Joe's head.

"Now, goodnight, sweet lips." He leaned over and planted a sloppy, wet
kiss on Jane/Joe's forehead.  Then he stood up, took a last glance at
the new girl on the block, winked at Jose, and left.  His leaving
spurred Jane/Joe to sit up on the cot and swipe at the cum with his
hands.  He wiped them on the blanket, not caring who knew.  Let the
maid worry about it.

Jane/Joe was now alone with Jose.  And his fears and dreads about
tomorrow.  And all the tomorrows to come after tomorrow.  He sat there
and visibly trembled, staring at Jose, a look of terrible misery on
his face.

Jose said quietly, "Hey, Jane, don't worry about tomorrow.  Sir
Bruiser just said that to throw a scare into you.  To fuck up your
head.  Tomorrow will be a whole lot easier now that you're broken in
somewhat.  You'll see. Besides I can read Bruiser real well.  He was
very happy with your performance tonight.  He liked it that you had
cooperated so nicely and didn't bust out bawling.  He just hates a
bawler!  And, in case you're interested, Bruiser had me keep count of
the guys.  He likes facts and figures!  You, my dear Jane, really
impressed old Bruise!  In eleven hours and twelve minutes you sucked
off 53 guys and 31 guys pissed in your mouth. And you didn't bitch or
complain, not even once.  So, Jane, don't you go worrying about
tomorrow.  You hear?"

"You're not just saying that, Jose, are you?" He looked like a deer in
the headlights.

"No, Jane, I swear.  I'll come by tomorrow, real early, and fill you
in on how to act, what to say, and what is expected of you.  From here
on in, you're one of the big three's, Bruiser, Cougar, and Thor's,
working girls. In case you're curious, we have fifteen such girls
right now.  You all go out on dates, which I assign and, as you can
surmise, with fifteen on rotation and only 65 guys on the cell block
right now, you should, on average, have only five or six dates a day.
Piece of cake compared to tonight, huh?" Jane/Joe nodded.  Jose
continued.

"Now, the first three days of your, shall we say, initiation, you'll
have to do 12 to15 such dates.  Their way of keeping you in line with
the threat of Ride-The -Whip still fresh in your mind.  A reminder, so
to speak. The fourth day will start your regular rotation.  Oh, the
good thing is, if there is a good thing in all this bullshit, no one,
but no one will fuck with you any more.  You'll be considered the
personal and private property of the top three dogs.  Oh, and, another
good thing.  No one will piss in your mouth.  Well, except the big
three.  But that only happens here and there.  Figure on no more than
three or four times a month, if even that.  They don't want you or
your clothes smelling of urine, you see?" Jane/Joe nodded.  He didn't
see, but what the hell.

"Well," Jose said.  "You have any quick question you want to ask?"

"Yeah, four.  If I had refused all this Whip shit, would they really
have killed me?"

"Kill you?  Fuck!  They'd kill you and eat pizza off of your dead
carcass!  Next question, Jane."

"Why do they call you Jose and not Josephine?" Christ, the question
sounded as if he was trying to make small talk.  Maybe he was.  He
thought, What's the next question to be?  You come here often?
Thinking this made him smile.

Jose laughed.  "Because, Jane, my sweet Jane, I got promoted!  To
girly coordinator.  And, in case you're curious, no, I no longer have
to do dates!" He grinned at Jane/Joe.  "Unless, which happens more
times than you can imagine, I want to!" He grinned again, his face
lighting up.

"Jane, I've been here five years now.  And when I first arrived they
made me ride The Whip, too.  Back then you had to ride it three days
in a fucking row!  A fucking mind-bending ordeal, to be sure.  And, at
the time, there were 80 guys on the block!  That Bruiser, the fuck,
had me suck off all of them twice, 160 blowjobs in three days!  And
the fourth day was no picnic, either.  For ten hours I was double-
clutched, on all fours with a cock in each end.  And who knows how
many gallons of piss I drank?  Lordy, I felt like piss city!

"Well, nearly half the guys who had to do it, committed suicide.  They
couldn't take it, as you can imagine.  So, I went to Bruiser and told
him to reduce it to just one day so he'd have more fucking survivors
that he could make money off of.  I told him it was one thing to bend
a man's will to yours, but if you broke it too badly, the guy would
freak.  Well, Bruiser sat on this thought for over a week.

"Then a guy named Donny, a petite little fucker, who'd just finished
his third day, took a butter knife to Bruiser.  Bruiser had no
problems disarming the guy and putting him in the hospital, but it had
scared him. He might be the toughest fuck in the world, but a sneak
attack just might find his Achilles' heel.  So, he sent for me, ready
and willing to listen. He liked my logic so much he immediately
promoted me.  From just a trick whore to coordinator of his girls and,
if you must know, everything else he's into.  Which I ain't gonna tell
you about."

Then, as if to answer a question he knew was in Jane/Joe's mind, but
hadn't been asked, he said, "Jane, before I came here, I was as
straight as they come.  Wife and three kids, to boot.  Well, with me
facing a ton of years behind bars, the old lady divorced me and went
somewhere with the kids.  Which is another story, but anyway, after
sucking a mile of dick and swallowing an ocean of cum, not to mention
being ass-pussy fucked up the wazoo, I realized I liked it!

"And why not?  It's sex.  It's human contact.  And it's exciting if
you just let yourself just relax.  And, fuck if it don't feel good,
too!" He laughed.  Jane/Joe giggled.  "Yeah, I'm a cock-hungry, cum-
lover, for sure! And, Janie, you'll see.  Before you know it, you'll
not only like it, you'll fucking love it, too.  And you'll look
forward to it.  Don't seem at all possible now, I know that, but give
it time.  If it doesn't drive you crazy and make you kill yourself,
you'll discover just how much pleasure there is in doing it.  And
there's another benefit from fagging up.  The guys treat you better,
way fucking better!" He laughed.  Jane/Joe nodded as if he understood
the man.

Jane/Joe asked.  "Why are you in here, Jose?" Jose grinned.

"Well, to make a long, dull story short, I killed an innocent man!  He
was my best friend and neighbor." Jane/Joe's eyes widened.  Jose went
on. "Yeah!  Well, anyway, my daughter, Gloria, who was thirteen at the
time, told me my friend had raped her.  Right in his living room!  I
believed her. Who wouldn't?  So I went to his house and confronted
him.  Naturally, he denied it, but that pissed me off even more.  We
started to fight and I pulled a knife and stabbed him.

"Only once, but it did the trick.  Later, I found out Gloria had made
the whole fucking story up.  She was trying to fuck up my friendship
with the guy simply because he had forbidden his son to see her any
more.  Ain't that a fuck!  Now I'm facing thirty years to life.  I'll
probably die in here.  But, Janie, old kumquat, before I go I'm gonna
suck cock and get fucked as much as I can and want!" He laughed again.
Heartily.  This time, Jane/Joe laughed heartily, too.

"And your last question?"

"Well, I've, uh, swallowed a lot of cum tonight and I know I'm in for
ass fucking, too.  What do I do if I get VD?"

"VD?  Impossible!  Years ago Sir Bruiser got the warden to set up a
quarantine and STD tests for each incoming prisoner, and . . .  "

"STD?"

"Sexually transmitted disease.  Anyway, if a guy comes in with an STD
he serves his time in the prison hospital.  Forever, if need be.  So,
Jane, you can swallow all the cum your little heart desires without
the slightest fear of catching anything.  This is, and it's no lie,
the safest place on the friggin' planet when it comes to STDs.  Shit,
you should try out Bruiser's women sometime!  He's got four of them
working the cellblocks. All as clean as Mother Teresa.  And they're
kept that way, too.  They're all as ugly as sin, but they do have nice
bodies.  And getting your mitts on some pussy and tits can be a big
help if and when you start to feel too damned faggy.

"In case you're interested, Bruiser got them off the internet!  He
advertised for single women who wanted to earn some pocket money and
get royally fucked over and over and over.  It amazed me when I heard
about it, but Bruiser got over a hundred responses!  The four he
picked were put through a rigid STD testing and were told that if they
fool around on the outside and bring a problem back to Bruiser, well,
you know.  They're paid in chump change, too.  Bruiser charges guys
$30 for a fifteen minute session and gives the gal a mere ten bucks.
But his ladies love fucking more than money and I've yet to hear one
complain.

"The four women are all trucked in once a month and stay four days.
They each do about ten men a day.  Shit, one gal even brings her
husband! He even watches when it's okay with the customer.  Nice guy
actually, but, wink-wink, a little too kinky for my taste!" Jane/Joe
laughed.

Then another question popped into Jane/Joe's head.  Looking sheepish
he said, "Jose, I'm curious.  Sir Cougar was in me almost all the time
and he didn't cum.  Was he wearing a cock ring the whole time?" He
hated asking that kind of question, but he was curious.

Jose chuckled.  "Cock ring?  Old Cougar?  No way, Jose!  He can stay
like a tomcat in heat for who knows how long?  That's why they use
him. The fucker has superhuman mind control over his dick!  His record
is eighteen hours straight without limping up.  Amazing, huh?"
Jane/Joe just nodded.  It was that, for sure.

Jose said goodnight and left the cell.  Jane/Joe laid there on his cot
just staring into the now darkened room.  I may do it, he thought, but
no fucking way, just no fucking way, will I ever like it!  And love
it?  Baby pigs will be born with fucking eagle feathers before that
ever happens!

With that defiant thought in mind, Jane/Joe drifted off to sleep.  And
had a strange dream.  One he'd never had before in all his nineteen
years of living.  It woke him in the middle of the night, covered in
sweat and with an erection.  It had scared him, too, as any nightmare
might.

The next day arrived along with Jose.  He was there to do as he had
promised.  School was in session.  The first thing he showed Jane/Joe
was the Girly Cock-sucker's Code.  It was to be committed to memory
and recited each and every time one of the big three called for it.

Jose handed him a sheet of paper on which was printed:

The Girly Cock-sucker's Code:

I am your girly cocksucker, sir, because:

1.  I love sucking your hard manly cock, sir!

2.  I love swallowing your delicious manly sperm, sir!

3.  I love deep-throating your big manly cock, sir!

4.  I love being ass-pussy fucked by your large manly cock,

Sir!

5.  I will always have an erection, hard nipples, and

a stimulated asshole, sir, so you know I am hot

for your delicious cock at all times, sir!

6.  I am your personal cock-hungry, cum-loving

sex slave cocksucker, sir, and will do anything and

everything you command me to do, sir!

7.  How may I please you now, sir!

What crap, thought Jane/Joe.  He knew it wasn't impossible to
memorize, but it had some tricky shit to it.  It would be easy, under
pressure, to leave out an important word or two.  Jane/Joe didn't
sweat that too much because he knew he could count on his photographic
memory.  Which, he hoped, wouldn't fail him under the severe pressure
he was afraid he might feel standing in front of the likes of Sir
Bruiser in his outlandish outfit. He deemed it wise to back up his
usually dependable memory with some old-fashioned rote learning.

Then, as if reading his mind, Jose said, "Yeah, it's bullshit, but
it's their bullshit.  Learn it by memory, Jane, for if you fuck it up,
even once, even one word in the wrong place, it's back to Ride-The-
Whip time, for a day to a full two weeks, depending on their moods and
whims.  Got it?" Jane/Joe nodded.  Jose continued.  "To give you
enough time to memorize it, you won't be asked to recite this for four
days" Whew! Jane/Joe thought, piece of cake.

Jose then handed Jane/Joe another sheet and said, "You don't need to
memorize this.  Just follow it carefully."

1.  I will ALWAYS wear fresh cut-off tees and shorts.  Without
underwear!

2.  I will ALWAYS wear fresh Suckit Red lipstick and my perfume.

3.  I will keep my butt-plug in my ass at ALL times, the only
exceptions: crapping and during ass-pussy fucking. (I will also douche
my ass after every anal fucking.)

4.  I only have to wear my cock ring DURING my date and when GOING TO
or COMING FROM a date.  (I may remove it at all other times.)

5.  I only have to wear my nipple loops DURING my date and when GOING
TO or COMING FROM a date.  (I may remove them at all other times.)

6.  I will keep ALL HAIR, except head hair, completely shaved off.

7.  I will only jerk off AFTER Lights Out and NEVER AFTER MIDNIGHT.

8.  I will carry my purse at ALL times.

9.  I will NEVER pee standing up.  Don't risk it--the punishment is
severe!

Sounds easy enough, Jane/Joe thought, almost like boot camp training.
But purse?  What fucking purse?  Shit.  He had a few questions, but he
felt they could wait.  Jose, however, didn't miss the look on
Jane/Joe's face that said, How fucking silly this all is.

"Jane, you'd better take this stuff seriously.  Bruiser and his
cohorts are not people you joke around with."

"Ok, ok, I'm sufficiently chided.  I get your point."

"Goody, goody, Jane!  Now, before I forget, Sir Bruiser was so taken
by your performance yesterday that he wants me to add two more
directives. One.  You are to, just before the guy cums, grab his ass
and pull him toward you.  And two.  As he cums, and throughout his
cumming, you are to moan very convincingly as if showing great
appreciation.  As if you just loved it.  Bruiser wants the guy kept in
Happyland.  So, Jane, give it your best Academy Award performance."
Jane/Joe couldn't help himself from getting frisky.

"Gotcha, Jose.  And I can see it now." He stood up and looked down at
his hands as if they held something only he could see.  "And the
winner for best cocksucker in a blowjob scene goes to . . .
riiiiiiiiip! . . .  Joe "Hot Mouth" Jacoby, for his brilliant tour de
force in Sam Peckerpaw's Prison Punk Pinkies.

"Then, I make my way to the podium accompanied by thunderous applause
and a standing ovation.  "Thank you, thank all you voting members of
the Academy.  And thanks, Mom and Dad, for giving me the puffiest lips
in show biz.  And thanks, Sam, for teaching me how to moan around the
biggest dicks on the planet." Jose just stared at hm, his mouth agape.
"And I'd also like to thank Pamela Asspussy, my drama coach.  Pammy
passed away last year, but I'll never forget her sage advice: 'There
are no bad cocksucking roles, only bad cocksuckers!'

"I raise my Oscar as I look skyward and say, quite passionately,
'Thank you, Pammy, baby, for having faith in a beginner and seeing the
potential in his lips.  Love ya, Pam Pam, love ya!' And the fucking
crowd goes wild. Yeaaaaah!"

Jane/Joe stood there, his hand still holding his invisible Oscar high
above his head.  His overall look one of triumph.

Jose smirked and said, "You're one sick fucker, Jane, but I guess a
sense of humor can't hurt." Then his face turned more serious.

"Now, Jane," Jose said.  "This being your first working day, I've got
you down, pardon the pun, for fifteen dates.  I'd make them less, but
Sir Bruiser had to approve it.  The first is in one hour from now, so
we have plenty of time to get you prepped." He handed Jane/Joe another
sheet of paper.  This one listed the men's names, all fifteen of them,
their cell numbers, and what it would take to pleasure them.

The code next to each cell number was obvious: BJ for Blowjob.  A for
Anal.  With BJA signifying that both was wanted.  Simple.  A quick
glance told Jane/Joe that thirteen of the men wanted to be sucked off,
leaving just two for anal.  There were no BJA's listed.  Thus it was
mostly going to be a cock and mouth show.  He felt his ass muscles
involuntarily twitch.

"Now, Jane, here's your daily schedule." Another fucking sheet of
paper! He thought.

1.  Shower.  Take a crap.  Use an enema if needed.  Grease up ass and
install butt-plug.

2.  Apply lipstick and perfume.

Fifteen minutes before each date:

1.  Put on nipple loops.  Check amount of throat spray remaining.

2.  Put on cock ring.  Adjust.

3.  Put on tee.

4.  Put on short pants.  No underpants!

5.  If anal has been schedule by the date, remove butt-plug, grease up
ass.  Replace butt-plug.  Butt-plug is to be taken out just prior to
penetration by the date and put back in immediately after the date is
finished with you.  When back in your cell, you will immediately
remove the butt-plug and douche your ass out with water.  You will
wash the butt-plug, grease your ass again and reinsert the butt-plug.

6.  Check and verify contents of purse.

Simple, too.

Jose 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.  "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 all
ready! 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.

Jane/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.

At 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.

One 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.

That 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.

Jane/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 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.

After 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."

Jane/Joe reached out and caressed the big man's ball sack.  "Sir,
would you like your balls sucked on, sir?" Ransom said, "Not yet.
First play with my dick some.  Not with your mouth yet, with your
hands." Jane/Joe complied, massaging the limp sausage gently.  He
played with the cock head a bit and then applied long strokes to the
shaft.  He watched, fascinated, as it elongated and hardened up.  At
full erection, it topped 8" and the cock head was very wide.  It's
flanged ridge stood way out from the shaft, giving the head a very
pronounced look.  The cock head's length seemed to occupy one fourth
of the total overall length.  He felt the spongy head and was amazed
at its hardness.  It was unyielding.

"OK, Jane," Ransom said.  "You may suck on my balls now!"

With no hesitation, Jane/Joe went to work on them.  In no time at all
they were sloppy wet from his saliva, the pubic hairs matted up.  "Now
go for it, suck my cock, Jane . . .  With passion."

Jane/Joe then proceeded to give Ransom the complete, and uncut, girlie
cocksucking routine, complete with appreciative moans throughout.  As
Jane/Joe sucked on the fat, hot and large-headed throbbing cock, his
hot saliva flowing freely, the big man's moans coming from above his
head had an electrifying effect on him.  The more the man moaned, the
harder and more passionately Jane/Joe sucked.  And the more he was
turned on by it all.

The two of them were getting a nice rhythm going that was unbelievably
timed.  The mouth/cock connection was almost on a Zen level.  Surreal.
His mouth was Ransom's cock and Ransom's cock was his mouth.  A yin
and yang of cocksucking.  Ransom was moaning above and Jane/Joe was
moaning below, his mouth glued to Ransom's saliva slicked prick as he
went up and down.  It felt supreme.

On one deep-throat plunge, he grabbed Ransom's balls and squeezed them
gently.  It hit Ransom as if it was a cattle prod.  He jumped and
twitched, both legs shaking, and let out a moan so deep and real it
echoed through Jane/Joe's brain like a drum beat.

Shit, Jane/Joe thought, I I'm liking it, too!  And it was true.
Jane/Joe was no longer faking the passionate moans for Ransom's
benefit. They were now popping out for real.  The man's plump and
sizeable cock head was feeling undeniably wonderful to his mouth, his
lips, and his tongue. The taste of the cock was also driving him wild.

He felt that Ransom's entire cock was the perfect fit for his mouth
and throat.  He continued sucking, passionately, lovingly, even
enjoying the sweaty, musk-filled aroma coming from Ransom's crotch
area.  As he breathed the heady smell into his nostrils, he felt a
euphoria come over him. Oooooooo, wonderful, so wonderful.  Oh, god,
he thought, I just love doing this.

Jane/Joe found himself voluntarily moaning every time his lips crossed
the pronounced flanged ridge, his lips forced to change shape.  God,
Jane/Joe thought, his fat cock head feels so sublime!  It's hard and
yet soft.  And so long!  And it fits my mouth so perfectly.  And when
I hit his base with my lips I feel absolutely full of cock.  God, it
feels good!  No wonder fags and women love it so much!  It's fucking
mouth magic!

He thought, his mind in heaven: Oh, yes, let me suck you off, Ransom.
Let me suck you off really good.  Let me drive your cock crazy until
it rewards me with your hot juicy sperm.  Oh, fuck, Jane/Joe thought,
this is good!  So fucking good!  That long, sponge head.  The way the
ridge bump changed the shape of his lips as they crossed it.  Oh,
mother!

He worked the big man's cock feverishly now, his spittle coating the
entire cock and some dribbling out on his chin and then to the floor.
He was wild now, totally lost in his passion, deaf to the entire
world, and in love with the cock he was sucking.  He wanted to suck
this tasty cock forever, even though he knew a climax, which had to
arrive sometime soon, would end the love affair.  Fine, he thought,
there's always tomorrow. Many tomorrows.

He varied the pressure with tight-lips, squeezing the cock, and then
with relaxed, caressing lips making love to it.  And his tongue got
into it, too.  He swirled it back and forth across the cock head's
underside, feeling the two small and hard round hemispheres, that
glans penis area, with their pronounced split, press against his
tongue.  His tongue pressed back.  God, the head was so spongy, so
mouth filling, so tasty.  He was in heaven squared.  And his moans
were more frequent now.  He had the strong urge to jump up and kiss
Ransom wetly on the lips and then yelling for the whole world to hear,
"I love you, Ransom, I love you!" He didn't.

It also felt good when Ransom finally came his humungous longer than
week load, yelling out loud, "Ooooh, Jane girl, here it comes!  Get
ready to take me, baby!  Ooooooooooo, yeah!  Oh, fuck, that feels
good, girl! Swallow it all and show old Ransom how much you love his
nasty jizm going down your sweet little throat!" Jane/Joe moaned very
loudly.

As he felt the first of the big man's thick, hot, sticky, gooey, and
juicy sperm spurt into his mouth, Jane/Joe let out a moan that not
only surprised himself, it scared him, too.  For, as the big man
unloaded, with his cock head expanding and contracting violently, his
balls rising up, his dick twitching and pulsating madly, his cum
flooding his mouth and going down his throat, he knew he had, for the
first time in his life, developed a love for cocks.  And a love for
cum, too.  It was inescapable.  It just felt too fucking good to be
anything else.  Too fucking good.

He had forgotten to grab Ransom's ass cheeks when he came, but he
didn't think it mattered.  Ransom, if Jane/Joe knew anything at all,
was completely satisfied and very happy.  He, himself, felt very
happy, but not in the least satisfied.  That would come later.  Just
try and stop me!

Jane/Joe had crossed an invisible line and he knew there was no going
back now.  He actually found himself, as the big man's fully spent
cock deflated in his mouth, looking forward to the day's blowjobs, to
the next guy on Jose's list who needed his erection sucked off and his
pipes cleaned out.  Jane/Joe would not only suck them off now, he
would make passionate love to their pricks.  For he now knew that the
more pleasure he gave, the more he'd get.  It was so simple, really.
Why hadn't he seen that earlier? Why had he deprived himself of it
all?

Jane/Joe now felt insatiable and obsessed with cock.  And he no longer
wanted to fight the feelings.  Thus, instead of being turned off by
the idea of having to suck off ten more men, as he had just yesterday,
he was now fully turned on by the idea and looked forward to the many
encounters. He was hell-bent on recreating that unbelievable feeling
he had just gotten from sucking off Ransom.  The exquisite feeling of
giving pleasure and of receiving it.  And he didn't give a fuck who
knew it!

Christ, Jane/Joe thought, even the ass-pussy fucking to come now turns
me on!  He also loved the constant erection brought on by the cock
ring. He felt the overall constant insistence of the big butt-plug in
his asshole as it forced his inner ass muscles to twitch and react. He
felt the electrifying pleasure-pain of the nipple loop chain.  He
smelled his perfume.  He smelled the musk emanating from the big man's
balls and crotch area.  He breathed it in deeply, almost swooning from
its effect.  And he felt no shame, either.  As he stood up, he felt
absolutely giddy.  And very, very girlish.  Faggy even.  And he didn't
care a fig.

"Thank you, Mr.  Ransom, sir, for cumming in my mouth.  I loved it and
it was delicious, sir.  I hope I pleased you, sir." Ransom grinned at
Jane/Joe and simply nodded his head.

"You sure did, sweet lips, that's for sure!  So much so I'm gonna tell
Jose to put me down for four times each week from here on out.  That
OK with you, sugar?"

It was, it really, really was.  Jane/Joe said with a large grin, "Yes,
sir, Mr.  Ransom, sir!  I look forward to it, sir!" And he did, he
really, really did.

Ransom said, "I've never fucked an ass before, but in your case I
think I'll try it the next time.  Would you like that?"

He would, he really, really would.  "Oh, yes, sir, Mr.  Ransom, sir!
My ass-pussy is yours, sir, whenever you want it, sir." And it was, it
really, really was.

Then, just as he was about to leave the cell, he turned to Ransom and
said, "I don't know why, Mr.  Ransom, sir, but it is important to me
that you know that I meant every word I said.  I really loved what we
just did, sir."

Ransom smiled at him, a gentle look on his face.  "I know you did,
Jane. It was easy to see.  And I loved it, too." He walked over and
took Jane/Joe by the arm and led him to an area off to the side of the
cell's entrance. "Jane, I also have something to tell you that I want
you to know.  I'm not gay, but in here.  what else is there?  There is
something in you, about you, that really gets to me.  I don't know
what it is, but we seem to have connected on a strange level.  I won't
call it love, but I know it will make our future times together
fantastic.  And, you should know, whatever I do to you in the future
sexwise, I want you to do to me.  All of it!" With that said, Ransom
squeezed the tilt bursting out of the silky pants. Jane/Joe shuddered
at the touch.

Then Ransom said, in a whisper, "Of course, no one is to know.  OK?"
Jane/Joe nodded.  Then Ransom shocked him completely by leaning in and
kissing him.  It was a simple, quick kiss with just a touch of tongue
to it, but it made Jane/Joe weak in the knees and made him swoon.
Ransom put his lips very close to Jane/Joe's ear and whispered, "Let's
just love each other, Jane." Jane/Joe nodded and said, "Yes!"

Jane/Joe left cell 28 still very giddy, his legs weak and wobbly.  One
of the two guys who were coming toward him said, "What you smiling at,
sweetcheeks?"

"Wouldn't you just like to know, darling!" Jane/Joe said, winking,
sounding girlish and swaying and swishing his hips for their benefit
as he walked by them.  Then, to shock them even further, he turned his
head back in their direction and lisped, in a whisper, "I just sucked
a big, beautiful cock, honey, and I'm on my way to suck another lovely
one!" Jane/Joe giggled at their surprised expressions.  He tossed his
head back haughtily and continued on his merry way.

Jane/Joe swished his hips provocatively all the way down the long
corridor.  The corridor that would take him back to his cell, where he
would get ready for the next hot man on Jose's long date list.  And as
he swished, he discovered that the faux silk of the shorts really
attacked his cock head!  As the material flew from side to side it
made longer then usual contact with his cock head, amplifying the
sensations.  It felt so good it was driving him crazy.  His cock had
never been harder!  He couldn't wait for Lights Out!

Shit, Jane/Joe thought, if they wouldn't piss in my mouth, I'd break
one of their precious rules just to be put on the Ride-The-Whip!  All
those cocks!  And a fucking smorgasbord of cum!

He felt absolutely out of control when he mused to himself, Shit, let
'em piss in my mouth!  I'll love that, too!  It was for sure he'd come
a long way in just a few short days.  A long way, indeed.  He said to
himself, I want to learn to love ass-pussy fucking, too, even more
than I do now!

For the first time since it had all started he now admitted some
things to himself.  Sir Cougar's cock had felt wonderful up his ass
that first day. And the butt-plug feels sexy, too.  If this much
fantastic pleasure makes me gay, then fuck it, I'm queer and I'm here!
Use me!  Use me!

Jane/Joe was now, to say the least, totally obsessed with cock-sucking
to such a degree that his transformation was now complete.  Fourteen
more men didn't know it, couldn't know it, but they were now in for
one Helluva sexual trip!  Jose didn't know it, couldn't know it, how
his creation had now morphed into a cock-hungry, cum-loving slut. Who,
from now on, wanted to be called Jane.  Just Jane.  And there was
nothing plain about her!  Not anymore, anyway.

But when Jose did learn of Jane's metamorphosis, which he soon would,
he would be proud.  And rightfully so, one might say.

To say that Jane made the rest of the day's dates happy is to put it
very mildly.  He made them ecstatic!  His repeat customers noticed the
change and even remarked about it.  One said, to sum up, "Wow!  Jane,
you gave me the best fucking blowjob I have ever had in my entire
life!  Baby, I'm gonna make sure Jose puts me down for six times a
week!"

During the day, Jose had dropped by Jane's cell to see how things were
going.  When he saw, and was told about, the transformation that had
taken place in Jane he said, "Wait here!  I'll be right back." Five
minutes later he returned and handed Jane a book.  Jane took it and
read the cover: A Gay Man's Guide To Pleasing Your Lover by Peter
Long.

"Peter Long?" Jane said.  "Why not Peter Pecker?" Jose laughed.

"Well, Jane, now that you're on the girl's team, I think you'll like
this book.  It has all kinds of beautiful tips and tricks in it on
sucking cock and giving anal.  It will absolutely add to the pleasure
you get from giving and getting.  Read it, you'll like it.  Now, I'll
catch you later. Enjoy it!" He headed for the door.  At the doorway he
turned and said, "You up for some late night action with me?" Jane
nodded, smiling broadly.

That night, after an intense alternating ass-pussy fucking session
with Jose, Jane was in bed looking at the darkness.  Weird thoughts
invaded his mind.  He almost regretted that he had only nine months
more of his sentence to serve.  What would the outside world hold that
he couldn't get in here?  Did he really want to play the fucking
boring dating game again? With all the attendant bullshit?  With women
who mostly wanted security and not true love.  And, should he decide
to go faggy on the outside and frequent some gay bars, what would that
hold for him?  More fucking games, he surmised.

In here he had a truly captive audience.  Horny convicts without too
many sexual choices who had lovely, hard pricks and hot cum loads and
eagerly desired his services.  Christ, he already had repeat
customers set up, which guaranteed him a steady supply of sex.  Try
getting that on the outside, buddy.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he thought, I could ask Jose what it would
take, what infraction I would have to perform to add, say, five more
years to my sentence.  And, if Jose didn't know, I could go to Sir
Cougar.  The way he loves doing me I'm sure he would just love to know
I'd be around for some time to come.  Thus, a plan emerged.  A weird
and wacky plan, but one that Jane now wanted desperately to carry out.
And would.

Jane closed his eyes and immediately pictured his session with Ransom.
He pictured Ransom's beautiful penis, hard and ready to be sucked on.
He imagined what it would be like to be fucked by that magnificent
cock.  To feel his ass chock full of Ransom.  He also imagined a
scenario in which he had a threesome with Ransom and Jose.  It was too
much!  Could it happen? He hoped so.  And, delight of delights, Ransom
was going to blow him, just like Jose, and let him fuck him, just like
Jose.  Oh, God, he thought, if Ransom lets me piss in his mouth, I'll
marry him!

Jane felt his cock stirring up too much so he changed his thoughts to
other things, such as his wacky plan.  He didn't feel like jerking off
just now.  Sleep was more important.

With pleasant thoughts of the future, Jane drifted off into a deep,
dream-filled sleep.  The same dream as before, but this time he didn't
awake in a sweat.  Oh, no.  This time he not only succeeded in getting
his hot mouth on the young blond man's super-large, blood-filled
penis, he brought him to an orgasm that was so fierce, so violent, so
powerful, the king-sized bed broke!

And, there was no longer a watcher in the dream!

Jane could feel himself waking up, slowly, a mere second at a time.
Man, the dream had been vivid, very vivid, even more so than before.
And now, right now, his bone-hard cock head was being teased by a
delicate fabric.  He shifted his legs to escape it's familiar torture.

He opened one eye, looked to his left and saw the digital display of
the clock, as he had many times before.  It was a friend, now.  A
reliable friend.  The clock-friend said: 1:00 A.M.  FRI.

With only the one eye opened, he used it to scan his cell.  Something
was strange.  Odd.  The room was different.  It looked more furnished!
He saw two dressers that he knew didn't belong in his cell.  They
wouldn't allow . . .  the thought vanished.

Then reality fully hit him.  Christ, he wasn't a prisoner!  Or in a
cell, either, for that matter!  He was home, in his own bed, in his
own apartment.  And he now saw that the delicate cock head tingling
fabric was his own satin sheets.  A gift from his mother.  I've
dreamed the whole fucking thing!  He thought, The whole fucking thing!
I didn't suck cock. Or drink pee.  Or . . .  his thoughts trailed away
again.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and just let it all sink in.  He was
once again Joseph John Jacoby, 28, not 19, a lawyer by profession, not
a convict.  And very heterosexual, thank you.

There was never a prison sentence.  Not even a courtroom judge handing
him a two year sentence.  Never a 7' black guy named Sir Bruiser.  Or
a guy named . . .  his thoughts fled again.  He had to pee.  Badly. He
switched on the bedside table lamp and headed for the john.  His john.

Not bothering to turn on the bathroom light, he started to pee.
Standing up, Sir Cougar, he thought, if you don't mind, that is, Sir!
As he emptied his full bladder, he noticed a paper cup standing up on
the toilet's tank.

"No thanks, waiter, not this time," he said out loud.  "I'm on the
wagon!" He giggled in the semi-darkness, feeling quite silly, but
happier than a clam.

As he gave his penis a few last minute wiggle-waggles, he was
inundated with thoughts.  They came rushing in and flooded his mind,
haphazardly, all at once, and as disjointed and wildly confusing as a
rally of morons.  And as vivid as reality can get.

Ride the Whip!  "Suck it, fucker, you know you love it!" Jose's hard-
headed cock.  "Keep that butt-plug in!" The taste of cum.  "Don't you
dare pee standing up!" The taste of piss.  "Swallow it, girl!  All of
it!" Suckit Red.  "You've got a full plate today, Jane!" He could feel
his nipples twinge.  Ouch!  Sir Bruiser's humungous cock tree filling
his mouth! Sir Thor's funky asshole taste on his tongue!  The Ransom
kiss. Cathouse perfume.  He could smell it as if it was in the room
with him right now.  "Open up!  I gotta piss, cunt!" Sir Cougar's
expert thumb! "Oooh!" He shuddered just thinking about it.  "Let's
meet in the middle!"

Then Barker's sponge dowel wiggled.  "Oooh!" He shuddered again. Shit,
he had moaned out loud as the spongy-headed stick popped into his
brain. Too vivid!  Too fucking vivid.  He looked down and half
expected to see his cock head fully outlined and poking out of the
too-tight silky short pants. Being rubbed to insanity.  He shuddered
even though he could see he was naked without pants of any kind on
him.  He shuddered once more.  "Oooh!"

"I need a fucking drink!" He said out loud.  "And a change of
scenery!" He quickly dressed.  Simple slacks and shirt with loafers.
No socks.  No need.  He was in a hurry.  The Halcyon Bar across the
street closed at 2 a.m.  A short while later found him seated at the
bar and ordering a Chivas Regal on the rocks with a twist of lemon.
Eager to feel a cold glass on his lips.

He looked around.  Thirty or more night owls were evident, chatting
away like only night owls know how to do.  He'd only been in the
Halcyon a few times, but he liked the atmosphere.  It was cozy and
friendly.  And friendly people frequented the place.  It didn't seem
in the least bit phony, like some of the bars near the courthouse
were, with their cadre of smiling wannabes bellying up to the bar. No,
this place had a better class of people.

It had an eclectic mix of people, too.  With a relaxed dress code that
meant you could just as easy see a guy in a three piece suit as you
would a construction worker in his overalls.  The people mix was
straight and gay, with the straights running at maybe two to one. This
gave the place an aura of equality that was rare in most watering
holes.  Yeah, Joe liked the joint.  Even thought he'd been hit on
twice by gay men.  A simple 'no' from him, with a "Not my bag," tossed
in, had ended any further pursuit.  Class, real class.

As he was ordering his second Chivas, a young man came over and sat on
the stool just to his right.  A young muscular man in his mid-
twenties. With curly blond hair.  Familiar looking.  The dream man?
Joe thought. Sorta.  Kinda.  The man spoke, gently and
unthreateningly.

"Hi.  Guess you couldn't sleep, either, huh?" Joe nodded slightly and
sized the man up.  He looked straight, but it didn't take a real
stretch to place him as gay.  The man's next comment cleared up any
doubts Joe might have had about sexual orientation.

"I've, uh, noticed you a couple times before, but I just didn't have
the nerve to approach you.  But tonight I thought, you scaredy cat,
you, it's now or never!" He smiled, revealing perfect teeth.  Joe
smiled back, his not my bag line almost on his lips and lowered his
eyes.  Ooops!  There's that bulge!  Just like in the dream.  Christ,
it came down to just above his knee!  This was way too fucking much.
The man had said something else, but Joe hadn't heard it.

"Huh?" he said, looking back up at the man's face.  The man had his
hand out as if offering to shake with it.

"I said, you cute sleepyhead, my name's Jose.  Jose Cougar.  What's
yours?" Hearing the name, Joe grinned.  A strange feeling washed over
him. A new feeling that he had only dreamt about.  He reached for
Jose's hand.

As he pressed Jose's warm flesh into his, Joe looked directly into
pool-blue eyes.

"Jose, do you believe in deja vu?"

End.  Jane/Joe's Prison Ordeal!