From: darkfire <kumara@well.com>
Subject: Prison Rape, chapter one
Date: Thu, 7 Mar 1996 12:32:47 -0800 (PST)

			     Prison Rape
			     Chapter One

	The lights dimmed. It was the time Jim had been dreading. This
was his first night in general population in the prison and he knew he
was going to get raped. Everything told him that was going to happen.
When the other man in the cell looked at him, Jim could see it was
going to happen. Jim was 22, 5'10", 165#, not weak, but no muscle man.
The other man was a muscle man, at least 6'2" and 220#, about 30. His
name was Lou. Lou was one of the top men in the Aryan Brotherhood. Jim
was blond, blue-eyed and handsome and knew that he was a hot prospect
for a punk. Lou could get a hot prospect.

	Jim was sitting on his bunk. Lou walked over and said, "Stand
up."

	Jim stood. Lou looked him in the eye.

	"I'm gonna fuck you. It can be easy or it can be rough. You
make it easy, it'll be better for you. Better for me too. But I'll
make it rough if I have to."

	Jim held Lou's strong gaze, but didn't say anything.

	Lou wrapped his hand around Jim's biceps. Jim felt weak and
helpless.

	"You give me what I want, and you won't get hurt. I'll break
you in gradual. Won't tear you or damage you."

	Jim kept Lou's gaze, but could not say anything.

	"You'll do ok. I can work it out with my boy. You'll do what
you got to do."

	Lou released Jim's arm and stepped back. "Take off your
clothes," he ordered

	Jim could not respond or move. His head was not working.

	Lou slapped Jim across the face, first with one hand, then the
other. The slaps were stunning and Jim nearly went down. The two men
stood facing each other. Jim's head was reeling.

	Lou took Jim again by the biceps and squeezed hard. "Take off
your clothes," he said quietly, steadily.

	With mechanical obedience, Jim unbuttoned his shirt. Lou
smiled and sat on the bed and watched. Jim pulled the shirt off and
dropped it on the floor. He knelt and unfastened his shoes, pulled
them off, and the socks too. Then he stood and opened his pants. They
dropped to the floor and Jim stepped out of them and kicked them into
the pile.

	Lou stood and took Jim by the arm, leading him over to the
sink. Lou jammed a long plastic tube into the sink. He rubbed some
vaseline on the other end. Then he ran water through the tube and left
it bubbling slowly out.

	"You clean your ass when I want to fuck. I'll show you what
you do. Present your asshole." The last sentence was a clear command.
But Jim did not respond.

	Lou put the tube in the sink, pushed down on Jim's shoulder
with one hand, while holding Jim's hip with the other, so Jim was bent
forward. "Keep going, bend your back," Lou ordered and Jim was doubled
up.

	Lou washed Jim's butt with the cold water, soap and his hand.
He pressed his finger against Jim's asshole.

	"You're tight, boy. You're gonna have to learn how to loosen
up. You get my big hard cock up there, and if you aren't loose, I'll
tear you open."

	Then Lou gave a series of commands, getting Jim on his elbows
and knees with his ass up in the air. Lou greased a finger and
gradually worked it into Jim's asshole, all the time ordering Jim to
loosen up, put out, give it up. Lou got his finger all the way into
Jim's asshole, and then, at first slowly, began to move the finger
back and forth and in a circular motion. Gradually, Jim opened up a
little at a time.

	Jim was completely demoralized. His mind jumped from one thing
to another, all completely scattered. It was incomprehensible to him
that he was obeying Lou's orders and helping to prepare himself to be
raped in the ass.

	Lou put the plastic tube into Jim's ass. A stream of cold
water trickled in. Jim endured the unpleasant feelings of the tube in
his ass, the cold of the water.

	After a bit, Lou took the tube out of Jim's ass. "Stay like
that for about a minute, then take a dump. Do it at least three times,
and make sure the water is clear from the last dump. Keep doing it
until the water is clear."

	Lou walked away. Jim waited a minute, then relieved himself in
the toilet. The water was far from clear. Jim continued in obedience
to Lou. After the fourth time, the water was clear.

	Lou was in Jim's lower bunk, naked, but against the wall in a
shadow so Jim could not see his body. Lou called him over.

	Jim got into the bunk and lay beside Lou. They were looking
into each other's faces, but it was too dark to see much of anything.

	Lou said, "You've been a good boy so far. Now you get your
reward." Lou pulled out a joint. He lit it and took a drag. Then he
gave it to Jim. Jim took a deep hit. The pot was sweet and strong.
"Get really stoned, boy. Tonight you lose it all. The more loaded you
are the easier it'll be." They each got a couple more hits from the
joint. Jim was very high.

	With orders and pushes, Lou got Jim into position. Finally,
Jim had his forehead buried on the cot, pillows under his hips, his
butt up in the air just at the end of the bunk, his knees forward and
wide.

	Standing outside, Lou used his hand to open Jim's ass. He used
a lot of grease, a slow but forceful style, and a lot of orders and
commands. Jim's asshole yielded to relieve the pressure. Lou got three
fingers in and slowly worked them.

	Lou's hand withdrew. Then Lou placed the tip of his hard cock
against Jim's hole. Lou pushed the head of his cock into Jim.

	Jim moaned as his asshole was penetrated. "Take it," ordered
Lou. Lou stood motionless with the head of his dick just inside Jim's
asshole. Jim's asshole first tried to tighten. Then, when it could not
tighten, it slowly relaxed.

	Then Lou began to move his dick in a bit and out a bit. He
fucked Jim slowly and just at the entrance. He put no more force into
the action than was necessary to overcome the tightness of Jim's
sphincter. Gradually it loosened until Lou was just rocking back and
forth on his feet.

	Then Lou began to put it in further. He stroked in, then
withdrew, then stroked again. He held Jim's hips and worked the cock,
deeper and deeper.

	Lou's cock felt huge and hard in Jim's ass. There was the
physical pain that Jim could bear and the hurt to Jim's manhood that
he could not bear. Lou's cock slowly opened up Jim's ass and ripped
his manhood.

	Now Lou was all the way in. He pushed his pubes against Jim's
butt while his cock rubbed against the inside of Jim's bowels. Lou
leaned over and wrapped his arms around Jim's body. Lou's belly and
chest were pressed against Jim's back.

	Lou started to fuck, shoving the hard cock in and in and in.
"Fuck you, punk," he whispered in Jim's ear. "I'll fuck you whenever I
feel like it. You'll be my cocksucker too. You blow me. You're my punk
and you'll take it the way I dish it out."

	Jim's asshole was completely open, totally violated and raped.
Lou's arms were around Jim, while he fucked and fucked, pushing Jim
forward and down.

	Lou was up on the bed now, half-kneeling between Jim's knees,
half-lying on Jim. Lou reached under Jim and wrapped his hand around
Jim's balls and cock. Lou squeezed the balls hard and ordered "Put
your ass up." In desperation, Jim obeyed. The fucking was even deeper
and more painful.

	Lou laughed as he shot a load of gism deep into the punk's
guts. He relaxed and stood back on the floor. "You have been fucked,"
he said happily. He washed up and got into his bunk. It took him only
a minute to fall asleep.

	Jim could not move. He lay for hours as Lou left him. Finally,
he rolled onto his back. His eyes never closed, but stared into the
darkness.

From: kumara@well.sf.ca.us (darkfire)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Prison Rape, Chapter Two
Date: 7 Feb 1996 05:03:45 GMT

			     Chapter Two

	Jim's second day in general population was distant and foggy.
He had been raped the night before and could hardly function. Lou, the
other man in the cell, who raped him, had been slow and careful and
Jim's pain was not serious. Mentally, he was completely confused and
desperate.

	Jim had killed a man during an armed robbery and faced at
least 15 years in the prison. His family had written him off and there
was no one outside he could turn to. He knew that no official
personnel would do anything to help him. In the three months since his
conviction, Jim had heard that Lou's gang, the Aryan Brotherhood,
"ran" the prison and were tolerated by the officers because it kept
things quiet.

	The only choices were suicide or submission to Lou. Jim felt
so weak and defeated that he could not even think about suicide.

	In the morning, Lou acted like Jim was not even in the cell.
Then, later, in the day room where Jim sat staring in the direction of
the TV, Lou came in with five or six other men. They walked over and
Lou stood in front of Jim.

	"Stand up, punk," Lou ordered. Jim looked up at the man who
raped him and got fearfully to his feet.

	"What happened to you last night?" Lou demanded.

	Jim looked around at hard, tough faces in the group and felt
that he was going to faint. Lou slapped his face.

	"Answer, punk," Lou ordered. "What happened to you last
night?"

	"You raped me," Jim half-moaned.

	"I fucked your ass, didn't I?"

	"Yes."

	"Tell these guys I fucked your ass."

	Jim looked at them, his eyes blurry. "He fucked my ass," Jim
said.

	Lou and his buddies walked away. Jim slowly sat down. There
were at least a dozen men in the day room who had heard the
confession. Under the prison code that meant that Jim was forever
branded as a punk. A latino-looking man in the third seat from Jim
rubbed a thumb in between two fingers in an obscene gesture toward
him.

	In the afternoon, Lou came up to Jim when they were alone and
told him "Follow me." Jim obeyed and Lou led him down stairs and into
a dead-end corridor. They went into a room. There was not much light
in the room, but Jim could see clearly.

	A slender male body was bent over a table. The ass was
presented to another men who was fucking. There were three men in line
when Jim was there. Another man stood at the door running the
operation. As Jim watched, the one man finished fucking and walked
away. The next man took his place. A young guy knelt in front of the
first man in line, sucking the cock and getting it ready.

	Lou said, "I'm all there is between you and this room. You
better give me what I want."

	Then it was night. Jim sat on the edge of his bunk. Lou was
listening to the radio and reading in the upper bunk. The lights
dimmed. Lou said, "Strip, clean out your ass and get ready."

	Mechanically, Jim obeyed. At Lou's command he got onto the
bunk and presented his ass as he had the night before. As before, Lou
slowly opened Jim's ass with a finger and grease. Lou's finger probed
around in the inside of Jim's ass. At one place, Jim winced as Lou's
finger rubbed against something painful.

	Lou withdrew his finger and washed his hands. He told Jim:
"Your ass is in good shape, just one tender spot. I'll have you
trained pretty quick. I'm not gonna fuck you tonight. Let it heal, I
take good care of my property. I'm gonna give you your first
cocksucking lesson."

	Lou ordered Jim out of the bed and stripped down. Jim took
several glances at Lou's big, hard muscular body. The man's power was
physical.

	Lou lay back crosswise in Jim's bunk, his legs spread, his
butt on the edge of the mattress. "Kneel down between my legs," he
directed. Lou was lying with his head back and could not see Jim, but
Jim obeyed the order. "Get up close to my cock." Jim slid forward
until he was just a few inches from Lou's crotch.

	Close up, Lou's soft cock and balls filled his crotch from
pubes to near the asshole. The sac hung loose and full-rounded with
balls at the bottom. The scrotal skin curved back and under the thick
tube, the cock, its skin white on the shaft darkening as it covered
the bulb head. The skin protruded and closed forward in with a pouch
mouth. "Lick it," Lou ordered, "lick it very softly."

	Jim leaned forward and put his tongue on Lou's cock. He slid
his tongue gently along the shaft, then withdrew. "Again," Lou said.
Jim repeated the action. "All over, everything, the balls, very wet,
softly. Do it."

	Jim leaned forward and performed as instructed. He licked the
cock up and down on the top, then the sides. The cock extended and
rose a notch. Jim licked it underneath. Jim continued licking the sac,
then down to the balls. He squatted deep, bent low between his elbows
and twisted his head back to lick underneath the balls. One of Jim's
eyes looked into the dark area of Lou's asshole. With the other he
could see the lower part of Lou's belly and a ground view of Lou's
cock against his belly. "Stay there," Lou said. For a long time, Jim
maintained the position, squatting and practically lying on the floor,
his head twisted up, licking under Lou's balls.

	Then, Lou slid back and sat up. With aching muscles, Jim also
raised up, until he was on his knees. Lou sat on the edge of the bed,
his legs wide and Jim in between. Lou leaned forward, took Jim by the
shoulder and pulled him forward. "On all fours, Fido," Lou directed.
Jim went to his hands and knees.

	Lou's cock was at face-level, pointing almost straight
forward. The head seemed to be only an inch or two away from Jim's
nose.

	Lou put his hand tightly on the top of Jim's head. "Look at my
eyes," Lou ordered. Lou's hand prevented Jim from moving his head and
he raised his eyes up. Lou's eyes locked into his. "You keep your eyes
on mine until I tell you. Don't look away. I'm gonna put your head
into position. Open your mouth as wide as you can."

	Jim kept his eyes on Lou as he spread his jaws. Lou tilted
Jim's head back slightly and then pulled it forward. Jim could feel
Lou's cock in his mouth, but he could not see anything but Lou's face.

	The head of Lou's cock pressed against the back of Jim's
mouth. Horror and revulsion passed over Jim and flashed from his eyes.
Lou laughed. "Yeah, you're a cocksucker now."

	Under Lou's direction, Jim kept his jaws stretched wide, but
drew his lips together and tightened them around Lou's cock. Jim's
tongue was pressed against the bottom of Lou's cock. Lou started Jim
rocking back and forth, making Jim suck and rub his tongue under the
cock. Lou ordered Jim to continue.

	For several minutes, Jim sucked Lou's cock. Lou petted Jim on
the top of the head, rubbing his hair. "You're gonna be a good
cocksucker," Lou said. Then Lou took Jim's head and moved it a little
faster. "Suck harder," Lou growled. Jim sucked harder and pressed his
tongue tightly all around the cock. The head of Lou's cock got larger
and harder in Jim's mouth. Lou praised Jim like a dog, patting his head
and, saying "Good boy"; and he took Jim's shoulder in a friendly way
with his other hand. Lou rocked Jim back and forth and Jim sucked
Lou's cock. Jim could tell from the head of the cock that Lou was
enjoying it.

	Then Lou slid into the bunk and lay back. Jim obeyed
instructions to crawl up between Lou's legs and then to lick and suck
Lou's cock and balls. Jim crouched over Lou's pubes, going down on
Lou's cock, rising up, and then going down again.

	Lou had Jim suck cock in various positions. Sometimes Lou made
Jim work and sometimes Lou fucked Jim in the mouth. Lou was careful to
keep the positions simple and to avoid ramming his cock into Jim's
throat. Lou enjoyed taking possession and by the end of the hour, Jim
was quickly learning how to provide the required service.

	Lou finished with Jim on his knees, on the floor, backed into
the corner where the bunk met the wall. Lou crowded in and Jim barely
had the space to pump the cock by plunging forward and back on it. Lou
leaned in, one hand on the bunk, the other on the wall, issuing
commands. "Suck it, pussymouth. I want to feel your throat around the
head when you go down. I want to hear you slobbering on my dick. Suck
harder."

	Lou clamped Jim's head in both hands and began to fuck the
back of Jim's throat. "You. Take. It. And. Eat. It." Lou uttered each
word separately with a forward thrust. Lou's cock squirted gism into
Jim's mouth. It was nauseating, but Jim knew he had to eat it. With
tears running down his face, Jim managed to swallow the thick gobs.
Lou's animal smell in his nostrils and the taste of Lou's cock in his
mouth, all combined with the taste and smell of the gism.

	Lou washed up and went to bed. He was asleep almost
immediately.

	Jim washed his face a little later. His mouth tasted so foul
and slimey he could not even rinse it out. Jim crawled into his bunk
that smelled of sex and Lou. As he lay in the bunk, all he could think
of was a used rubber in the gutter. Jim was so exhausted that he too
was soon unconscious.

From: kumara@well.sf.ca.us (darkfire)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Prison Rape, Chapter 3
Date: 13 Feb 1996 21:06:01 GMT

			    Chapter Three

	The next night, Jim's third in the cell, Lou said nothing to
him. Lou went to sleep when the lights dimmed. Jim slept deeply and
the next day his position was clear. As far as anyone in the prison
was involved, Jim was Lou's punk and nothing more. Jim had nothing to
offer. Nobody would bother him. There was no work for him. Nobody but
Lou would talk to him.

	By the time for bed on the fourth night, Jim was so hungry for
contact and communication that he was ready to give sex to Lou. And
Lou was ready to take it. Lou told Jim to get his ass ready and Jim
complied.

	Lou sat naked on the edge of Jim's bunk. Jim knelt between
Lou's feet. "Wet," said Lou. Jim knew what was required and began to
lick Lou's crotch all over. After a while, Lou lifted his feet and put
them on Jim's shoulders. "Lower," said Lou. Jim bowed under Lou's feet
and licked Lou's crotch under his balls.

	Lou slid forward a little more. Jim was looking right at Lou's
asshole. "Lick ass," Lou ordered.

	If someone had told Jim a few days before that he would lick
another man's asshole, Jim would have resisted the idea and said it
was impossible. Now Jim found that it was possible. In fact, it was
happening. Jim saw himself and felt himself licking Lou's asshole. His
tongue was extended into the folds between Lou's legs and up between
his buttocks. Jim was grateful that Lou was clean. Although it was a
disgusting thing to do, it was not physically nauseating. "Wet and
soft," Lou said. Jim licked Lou's asshole with a wet and soft tongue.

	Jim heard a match strike and then, a few seconds later, Lou
exhaled. It was pot. Lou pushed Jim's head back and put the joint in
Jim's mouth. "Here you go, buttwipe." Jim was so glad to take a deep
hit! The drug sent him soaring and then he was sliding his tongue up
and down and around the depths of Lou's crack. Lou found this service
pleasing, because he gave Jim another long drag on the joint.

	Then Lou had Jim provide long, slow sucks. Something had
happened while Jim was licking Lou's asshole. Jim had lost his last
hope for dignity and manhood. Now, Jim did not simply obey Lou's
orders and allow Lou to use his mouth. Jim surrendered to Lou's
desires. Jim's mouth tasted and felt fully of Lou's cock and began to
sense Lou's pleasure.

	They got into the bed. Lou lay on his back near the wall. Lou
had Jim face the other direction, kneel and bend over. This put Jim's
butt and balls within Lou's easy reach. Lou greased Jim up and began
working fingers into Jim's ass. Lou took Jim's balls in his other
hand. Lou squeezed Jim's balls and said "Go down on it. All the way."
Another harder squeeze and Jim crawled forward to where he could open
his jaws wide and lower himself onto Lou's stiff cock. Jim got down
most of the way on the cock with the head penetrating his throat. Lou
put more fingers into Jim's ass and stretched it. As if in reflex, Jim
arched his back and his head rose. "I'm going in deeper tonight,
Jimmy," Lou told him.

	Then Lou relaxed the fingers in Jimmy's ass and squeezed
Jimmy's balls with the other hand. "Go down," Lou ordered. Jimmy went
down on Lou's cock. Lou kept a tight grip on Jimmy's balls and began
again to open Jimmy's ass. Lou's cock deep in Jimmy's throat seemed to
be reaching toward Lou's hands hurting Jimmy's ass and balls.

	After a while, Lou released Jimmy and rose. Lou pushed Jimmy
down onto the bunk and spread Jimmy's legs. Lou lay on top of Jimmy,
Lou's hard cock pressed against the crack in Jimmy's ass. "Put your
butt up," Lou commanded into Jimmy's ear. Jimmy complied.

	Lou rose on his knees. Lou put the head of his cock into
Jimmy's ass and began to work it in. Lou was deliberate, proceeding
slowly but without hesitation. Jimmy's moans had no effect. Lou rocked
back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of Jimmy's asshole. Lou
controlled the depth of each stroke, increasing the penetration only
gradually and interweaving shallow strokes. By the time Lou had his
pubes up tight against Jimmy's butt, Jimmy had relaxed to accept it.

	Keeping his cock buried in Jimmy's ass, Lou pushed Jimmy down
on the bed. Lou moved Jimmy's arms above Jimmy's head and raised
himself up, with his hands on Jimmy's biceps. Lou's pubes were resting
on Jimmy's butt and Jimmy was pinned under Lou's hands. Even if Jimmy
had the will to resist, resistance was futile.

	Lou began to fuck Jimmy. Lou's weight and muscle forced his
cock into Jimmy and opened Jimmy up. Lou's belly and pubes slapped
against Jimmy's back and butt in a quickening rhythm.

	Lou unleashed rage and hatred into his fucking. He drilled his
cock into the depths of Jimmy's body. Lou grunted and snarled in
Jimmy's ear. He threw his body against Jimmy, pounding the punk into
submission.

	As Lou rose toward climax, he was a savage animal celebrating
his kill. He took the lower lobe of Jimmy's ear between his teeth and
chewed and ripped it to shreds. Lou sucked and swallowed Jimmy's
blood. With a rush of pleasure and joy, Lou's cock exploded and he
laughed aloud in victory.

From: kumara@well.sf.ca.us (darkfire)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Prison Rape, Chapter 4
Date: 28 Feb 1996 16:28:55 GMT

			     Chapter Four

	Jimmy lay awake all night in pain. Lou, the man sleeping in
the bunk above him, had raped him repeatedly over the past four
nights. Now, while pinning him down and fucking him rough, Lou had
chewed the lower lobe of Jimmy's ear until it was in shreds.
Afterwards, Jimmy wrapped his damaged ear in a shirt and it seemed
finally to stop bleeding. The pain was intense.

	Jimmy's situation was desperate. Lou was going to fuck Jimmy
and make Jimmy suck cock nearly every day. Lou was vicious enough to
chew off Jimmy's ear. And Jimmy could not do anything about it. There
had been a public demonstration that Jimmy was Lou's punk. Lou
tortured Jimmy, but Lou, a powerful man in the Aryan Brotherhood, was
also Jimmy's protection against being gangbanged and turned into a
whore.

	If Jimmy went on sick call the next day and explained what had
happened, there would be an investigation. Everyone would know Jimmy
had snitched. Either he would be left in the cell with Lou's rage or
he would be transferred into a new cell, where he would be raped all
over again, and probably worse. No one outside cared about him and no
one inside cared about anyone.

	If Jimmy simply accepted Lou's cruelty, then Lou would know he
could do anything to Jimmy and suffer no consequences. There would be
no limit.

	There was no solution and Jimmy knew it.

	When morning came, Lou acted as if Jimmy was not even in the
cell. Jimmy's ear was inflamed and Jimmy decided he had to go on sick
call. He told the officer that his ear had been "caught in a door," a
phrase used by convicts to avoid identifying an assailant.

	He looked at Jimmy's ear, gave him 2 aspirin and told him to
wait.

	Three hours later, a female, maybe a nurse, had him lie down
on a table. She gave him another 2 aspirin and told him she would
"dress the wound." She used a scalpel to cut into his ear. There was
no anesthetic. The pain was fierce, but Jimmy, bitter and enraged,
made no motion or sound while she was cutting. She sutured the wound
and put some antibiotic ointment on it. Then some bandage. That was
it.

	Jimmy had no one to talk to. He ate lunch in silence. As he
looked around the messroom, he noticed several men with missing ear
lobes. They were of different ages and appearances, except that all
seemed to be associated with the Aryan Brotherhood. Some were old and
tough and of high rank. Others were young and appeared beaten down,
looking like punks.

	When Lou entered the cell that evening, Jimmy noticed for the
first time that he was also missing an ear lobe. Lou did not speak to
him or acknowledge his presence.

	There was no sex that night or the next night. Nobody talked
to Jimmy and he had nothing to do but watch TV in the day room. He
sank into despair. There was nothing ahead of him for years but Lou's
cruelty.

	After three days, the pain in Jimmy's ear eased. He slept
during the day. That night, Lou told him to get ready.

	This was the fourth time Jimmy had cleaned out his ass. The
tube went in easily and Jimmy was soon ready. After three days of
isolation, he was almost relieved to have something to do.

	Lou sat on the edge of Jimmy's bunk. Lou pointed to the floor
and Jimmy knelt between Lou's legs. Jimmy did not need instructions
now and he lowered his face into Lou's pubes and began to lick, wet
and soft. Jimmy washed Lou's cock and balls. Lou put his feet on
Jimmy's shoulders and Jimmy massaged the bottom of Lou's crotch with
his tongue.

	Lou lifted his legs a little higher, put his hand on the back
of Jimmy's head and drew it forward. Jimmy did not resist.

	Jimmy had given up. He knew what Lou wanted and he did it. He
put his tongue against Lou's asshole. Jimmy wiped Lou's asshole with
his tongue. Up and down and side to side. Jimmy pressed his cheeks
against Lou's butt and ate Lou's shithole.

	Lou lit the joint and took a long drag. Lou pushed Jimmy's
head back and put the joint into Jimmy's mouth. Jimmy sucked in a big
hit. The dope roared into Jimmy's head in a rush. Jimmy buried his
face in Lou's ass. Jimmy fastened his lips onto the protruding circle
and kissed it again and again. Jimmy opened the circle with his lips
and inserted his tongue, just a little. Lou had Jimmy take another hit
from the joint. Jimmy was no longer conscious of what he was doing.
Jimmy embraced Lou around the waist, his hands sliding over Lou's hard
muscular body. Jimmy pulled himself deeper into Lou's ass, kneeling
lower and bending his back to put his face more fully into the work.
Jimmy kissed Lou's asshole over and over and stroked his tongue in
deeper and deeper. Jimmy tasted shit. It didn't matter. Jimmy ate more
of Lou's asshole. Time was suspended.

	Then Lou took his feet off Jimmy's shoulders and stood up.
Jimmy leaned back on his heels. Lou stepped in between Jimmy's knees.
Lou's hard cock was pointing straight up. Lou put his fingers on his
cock and pushed it down until it was level.

	Jimmy looked at the head of Lou's cock. Its foreskin had
retracted to the shaft. The head was swollen and purple. The slit at
the end was half-open. It was power. It was Lou's power over Jimmy.

	Jimmy had sucked Lou's cock twice before and Lou's previous
orders sounded in Jimmy's head. Jimmy closed his eyes and stretched
his jaws open as wide as he could. Without moving his jaws, Jimmy drew
his lips into a tight circle. Jimmy put the tip of his tongue on the
outside of his lower lip. Drool dripped out of Jimmy's mouth.

	Lou put his free hand on Jimmy's head. In response, Jimmy
wrapped his arms around Lou's thighs. Jimmy shaped his hands around
the globes of Jimmy's butt. The butt was wet with Jimmy's saliva.
Jimmy caressed Lou's butt.

	Lou's cock pushed into Jimmy's mouth. "Suck," Lou ordered.
Jimmy sucked. "Suck harder," Lou ordered. Jimmy sucked as hard as he
could. Lou spread his fingers over the back of Jimmy's head and held
it steady. Lou's cock shoved deep into Jimmy's mouth. It slid on
Jimmy's tongue and forced open the back of Jimmy's throat. With slow,
relentless strokes, Lou fucked Jimmy's mouth.

	Lou stepped forward. Lou's shin brushed against Jimmy's cock.
Both men stopped suddenly. Jimmy's cock was hard and its head was
digging into Jimmy's belly.

	Lou stepped back and looked down. "You like it, faggot," Lou
said. Jimmy looked down too. He had not realized he was hard. Then he
looked up at Lou's face. Lou was smiling. Jimmy's hands were stroking
Lou's butt. His mouth was still shaped for sucking cock. Lou laughed
softly and his lips pulled back to show his teeth. Lou was happy. Then
Lou put his cock back into Jimmy's mouth and fucked it some more.
Jimmy sucked. Jimmy loved his Lou's cock as it fucked his mouth and
pushed into his throat. Jimmy watched Lou's pubic hair come up against
his face and then pull back, to show the satiny skin of Lou's shaft,
glistening with Jimmy's saliva, veiny and stretched.

	Then Lou stepped back. "Get your ass in there," Lou told
Jimmy, pointing at the bunk. Jimmy crawled on hands and knees to the
bunk and slid in on his belly, spreading his legs and raising his
butt. He could hear Lou doing something.

	"On your back," Lou ordered. Jimmy could not understand, but
he rolled over. He looked up at the bottom of Lou's bunk.

	Lou took Jimmy's ankle and lifted it. There were two short
straps of canvas attached to the bottom of Lou's bunk and Lou tied
Jimmy's ankle in them. Jimmy watched. He had not seen the straps
before.

	Lou entered the bunk and tied up Jimmy's other ankle. Lou put
one hand on each of Jimmy's hips and pulled him down toward the bottom
of the bunk. Jimmy was on his back, legs spread wide, knees against
his chest, asshole rotated up.

	Lou swiveled around so he was kneeling over Jimmy's face.
Jimmy pulled Lou's cock down and nursed on the head. The shaft of
Lou's cock was like a steel bar, but the head felt soft and
responsive.

	Lou had another joint. He lit it and shared it with Jimmy as
he worked greasy fingers into Jimmy's asshole. Lou had fucked Jimmy
twice before and Jimmy was able to relax. All the pot and Jimmy's
emotional surrender made it easy.

	Lou swiveled again and knelt between Jimmy's legs. The head of
Lou's cock pressed against Jimmy's asshole. Lou was grinning at Jimmy.
Lou's other hand caressed Jimmy's face. As Lou touched Jimmy, Jimmy's
spirit became quiet. He too was grinning.

	Lou's cock entered Jimmy's asshole. The cock seemed to slide
in without resistance. There was no discomfort. Lou's thighs were
tight against Jimmy's butt.

	Lou took Jimmy's cock in his fingers. Jimmy's cock was
completely soft. Jimmy didn't care. He was filled with Lou's cock. It
was Lou's cock that mattered.

	Lou leaned forward and his chest and Jimmy's chest met. The
two men wrapped their arms around each other. They held the position
without moving.

	"Did you ever suck cock before," Lou asked.

	"No," said Jimmy.

	"You're a cocksucker," Lou told him. "You suck like a
cocksucker. And your dick was hard."

	"I never knew," said Jimmy.

	Lou kissed Jimmy lightly on the lips. Jimmy responded to the
kiss and kissed back. He had won Lou's affection. Lou wanted a
cocksucker and ass-licker. Jimmy was what Lou wanted. Again, Lou
kissed the mouth of a cocksucker and ass-licker. Jimmy's hands
explored Lou's big, muscular back, caressing it from the shoulders to
the butt. The butt began moving. Lou was fucking Jimmy.

	Jimmy's heart was soft and quiet. His heart was open for Lou.
Lou's head was alongside Jimmy's head now and Jimmy kissed and licked
Lou's neck. Jimmy's body was open for Lou too. Jimmy's body opened up
completely. All his muscles seemed to relax. He wrapped himself around
Lou as Lou fucked him. It went deeper than sex. Jimmy was no longer
sexually aroused as he had been when sucking Lou's cock. Jimmy was
happy, simply and completely happy.

	Lou fucked Jimmy a long time. He started off slow. As Jimmy
opened more and more, Lou became more forceful. Lou took full
advantage of Jimmy's surrender.

	Jimmy's ass was wet and soft. It made wet, slurping, sucking
noises as Lou's cock shoved in and pulled back.

	Lou really got into fucking. There was a slapping sound too as
Lou's body slammed into Jimmy's. Lou was slamming with his thighs and
torso. Jimmy was presenting his body for Lou to slam. Jimmy's balls
were pounded at every stroke. Lou was laughing and driving his pubes
into Jimmy's balls. Jimmy wanted Lou to pound and drive against his
balls. The pain was Jimmy's gift to Lou. Sweat dripped from Lou's head
and Jimmy licked the sweat. Jimmy was sweating too. His sweaty hands
were sliding all over Lou's sweaty body.

	Lou slammed into Jimmy and Lou's whole body became rigid as he
shouted and came. Jimmy hoped he was feeling Lou's gism shooting into
his guts. Another slam and another rigid shout. And again. And again.
Jimmy was ecstatic that Lou was cumming so powerfully.

	The fucking slowed and became less violent. Lou raised his
head and again put his lips on Jimmy's lips. The two men kissed. And
again. And again.

	Lou caressed Jimmy's face and unfastened the straps around
Jimmy's ankles. Jimmy's legs fell to the bed, wide open for Lou. Lou
lay on top of Jimmy.

	It took Lou only a few moments to subside. His breathing
became slow and regular. When Lou breathed out, Jimmy breathed in.
When Lou breathed in, Jimmy breathed out.

	Soon Lou was asleep. Jimmy did not sleep, but lay under Lou,
taking enjoyment from Lou's weight. Jimmy was comfortable bearing
Lou's weight. He felt he could bear Lou's weight all night. Jimmy gave
his body for Lou to lie on. It was right and good.

			      Chapter Five

	It was night in the prison. Jimmy lay awake bearing the weight
of Lou's sleeping body. The two were in Jimmy's bunk where Lou had
fucked Jimmy and then gone to sleep.

	Jimmy had been a week in general population. He was 22 and had
just entered the prison. Lou was 30 and a hardened inmate. Lou had
used threats and violence to compel Jimmy to submit sexually. Lou had
now fucked Jimmy in the ass three times. Jimmy had repeatedly sucked
Lou's cock and even licked Lou's asshole. With a fifteen year sentence
and with no one to talk to, Jimmy became completely demoralized. He
was unable to resist Lou's demands and did everything Lou wanted.

	That night, while Lou was fucking Jimmy's mouth, Jimmy
discovered that his own cock was hard. The discovery was even more
surprising because, when it happened, all of Jimmy's attention was
focussed on Lou's cock. Jimmy immediately realized that his hard cock
and the intense sensations in his mouth and throat were connected and
that he was sexually excited.

	Jimmy discovered his hard cock when Lou's leg brushed against
it. Lou also realized Jimmy's sexual excitement. Lou's attitude
changed. Instead of the mask of cruelty previously worn, Lou became
expressive. Instead of fucking Jimmy's ass from behind, Lou set up
some straps to hold Jimmy's legs. Lou then fucked Jimmy face to face.
There were kisses and caresses. A brief exchange of information. The
fucking was rough and it was clear that Lou would use Jimmy without
regard to Jimmy's desires, but the interaction had been one person
with another, the first time Jimmy felt he was more than a thing.

	Jimmy figured Lou preferred a fag boy, probably because a fag
boy was eager for Lou's cock and gave Lou more pleasure. After years
in prison, Lou was used to fag boys and probably had boys before
Jimmy. Maybe Lou was faggy himself at this point. Not faggy enough to
take cock, but faggy enough to have an emotional attachment with a fag
boy.

	Well, Jimmy thought, the question is how I'm gonna act as a
fag boy. Jimmy knew that as far as getting butt-fucked and sucking
cock, he was no different from the faggiest fag in the joint. That
stuff was going to happen 2 or 3 times a week. Jimmy was already
getting used to the fact. It wasn't the physical fucking and sucking
that made you a fag. A fag liked it. A fag made love to another man.

	That night, Jimmy had made love to Lou's cock. After
discovering Jimmy's hard-on, Lou resumed fucking Jimmy's mouth. And
Jimmy wrapped his mouth around Lou's cock and loved it. While it was
going on, Jimmy gave his own cock a few strokes. Jimmy's hard cock
quivered and became even harder.

	Jimmy lost his hard-on when Lou started fucking. The
connection was there when Lou's cock was in Jimmy's mouth, but not when
Lou's cock was up Jimmy's ass. That too showed that Jimmy was faggy,
at least while sucking.

	Jimmy had never realized he was faggy. He grew up in a tough
neighborhood, and though he wasn't really tough, he put on the show.
You learned early that any sexual interest in another guy was bad all
around. Jimmy just shut out the idea. He fucked girls occasionally and
liked it, but never had a girl friend. Didn't have many buddies
either. A couple guys got stoned and watched TV. And there was the guy
who hooked him up with Nelson. Nelson planned and led the armed
robbery that sent Jimmy to prison.

	Now there was nothing ahead of him but being a fag boy for
Lou. Well, Lou had some good points. He always had joints, and the pot
was sure one reason Jimmy was turning fag. Lou used Jimmy pretty
rough, but there was some care there. The second time Lou raped Jimmy,
Lou inspected Jimmy's ass to make sure it was not injured and Lou even
limited himself to oral sex after discovering a spot where Jimmy's ass
was bruised. Lou always used a lot of grease and opened Jimmy's
asshole slowly. In fact, Lou seemed real experienced in opening a
guy's asshole.

	Jimmy slowly relaxed. Lou's snoring had quieted and Jimmy was
tired. Soon Jimmy was asleep...

	Jimmy woke with a start. His head was being twisted and
pushed. It was Lou. Lou had a hand on Jimmy's head pushing it down.

	Jimmy quickly shifted into compliance. Yielding to the force
of Lou's hand, Jimmy swiveled around so that his head was being pushed
toward Lou's belly. Lou wanted his cock sucked. Jimmy squeezed saliva
into his mouth and licked his lips to get them wet. His face collided
with Lou's cock. Lou's cock was hard and pointing up toward Lou's
face. Jimmy began to lick the cock. Jimmy realized he was barely awake
and he was submitting to Lou's demands.

	The two men adjusted their positions so Lou's cock slid
straight into Jimmy's mouth and throat and Lou told Jimmy to get onto
his knees. Lou was on his back and Jimmy was facing the other way,
kneeling beside him. Jimmy was going up and down, taking Lou's cock
most of the way to the pubes.

	As Jimmy sucked, Lou gave instructions. "Slower," he ordered.
"Deeper." "Wrap your tongue around it." Then: "Faster." Lou enjoyed
ordering Jimmy around.

	Lou's hand found Jimmy's cock. Jimmy's cock was hard. Lou
laughed. "Yeah, a cock sucker," Lou said, making "cock sucker" two
distinct words. Somehow the emphasis was important to Jimmy. It
sounded like a final label.

	Lou continued giving orders. At the same time, Lou began
manually to stroke and stimulate Jimmy's cock.

	Jimmy's feelings were all churned up. During the days before
release into general population and for the first week in Lou's cell,
Jimmy's cock had been shriveled and quiet. Misery, rape, fear and
despair were in charge. Now, this night, suddenly Jimmy's cock was up
and intense. Lou's hand was arousing waves of pleasure.

	And Lou was the one doing it. Lou was actually giving Jimmy
pleasure. Lou was already treating Jimmy like a fag boy. And that felt
good too. Sure was better than getting beat up.

	And there was Lou's cock. With it right there in his mouth,
entering and withdrawing from his throat, Jimmy knew that he enjoyed
sucking Lou's cock. Jimmy could feel it in the separate areas of his
mouth. Jimmy tried to wrap his tongue around the cock and pushed
himself all the way down on it. The spongy head and stiff shaft went
deep into Jimmy's throat. Jimmy's chin hit Lou's belly. Jimmy's nose
was touching the hollow in Lou's scrotum just under the cock. Jimmy's
self opened up and shaped itself around the cock. Jimmy sucked and
Jimmy's cock spurted again and again with gobs of cum as Lou, stroking
Jimmy's cock tightly with one hand, was patting Jimmy on the head with
the other, saying, "That's a good boy, a good cock sucker."

	The pleasure and release swept Jimmy away. Jimmy could not say
how long he was out of it. When he oriented himself, he was lying
beside Lou, still facing down, his head next to Lou's hip. He could
taste and smell gism and sticky stuff was all over his face. Jimmy had
a hazy memory of Lou's shooting cock in Lou's hand extending into
Jimmy's open mouth.

	Lou took Jimmy by the shoulder and pulled Jimmy around. Jimmy
followed willingly. Soon Lou was lying on Jimmy, with Jimmy's cum wet
and sticky between their chests. Lou kissed Jimmy gently on the lips.
Jimmy kissed Lou back.

	"Tell me you love me," Lou directed softly.

	"I love you," Jimmy answered. As he said the words, they
became true.

	The two men kissed several times more.

	"When we are alone together," Lou said, "you will call me
'Master'."

	Jimmy understood and answered, "Yes, Master."

	There were several more kisses. Then Lou rose and went to wash
himself at the sink. Jimmy lay peacefully in the bunk. He felt happy.

	Lou was standing beside the bunks. "Boy," Lou called.

	Again Jimmy understood and answered, "Yes, Master."

	"Tomorrow morning, after I take a dump, you're going to lick
my asshole clean. Your tongue is my toilet paper."

	Jimmy lay shocked in silence as Lou climbed into the upper
bunk. Jimmy's stomach turned over. Lou meant what he said. Jimmy
thought he would puke right there. The feeling of terror was as bad as
the day after the first rape when Jimmy wanted to kill himself. Jimmy
most definitely did not want to lick Lou's shitty asshole. He didn't
think he could bring himself to do it. But Lou would demand it, demand
it as the "Master."

	And Lou was capable of anything. Lou had chewed the lobe of
Jimmy's ear in the middle of sex, permanently mangling the ear and
leaving a bloody mess. The torn lobe had been cut off. Lou could get
away with any damage he did to Jimmy, probably including torture-
murder. It wouldn't get that far, because Jimmy knew he would give in
and do what Lou wanted. The question was the next morning, when Jimmy
feared he would vomit all over Lou.

	And, Jimmy realized, this most disgusting outrage came just
after a sexual session that was so intimate. Jimmy believed he
received affection from Lou. How could Lou display affection and then
turn around and announce that Jimmy was going to eat shit? Did Lou act
kind just so his cruelty immediately afterwards would be even more
vicious?

	Jimmy lay awake nearly the whole night, as he seemed to do so
often now, dreading the morning.

			     Chapter Six

	Something hit Jimmy in the head, jarring him out of sleep. It
was Lou, ordering him to "get up, get to work." Jimmy, still groggy,
did not understand the words but reacted automatically to Lou's order
and slid from the bed to kneel at Lou's feet. "Turn around," Lou
ordered, twisting Jimmy's shoulders. Jimmy got himself into the
position Lou wanted and then, at Lou's commands, lay back and put him
arms up.

	As Jimmy's mind cleared, he realized he was lying on the
concrete floor next to the bunks with the back of his head against the
metal toilet. Jimmy had obeyed Lou's order and his arms were stretched
up to the wall on either side of the toilet. Lou was sitting on the
toilet and he was tying Jimmy's wrists. Jimmy realized that there was
a rope behind the toilet and that Lou was tying Jimmy to the toilet.

	And then Jimmy understood the terrible cloud that seemed to
cover him. The night before Lou had announced that Jimmy was going to
have to lick Lou's shitty asshole and that Jimmy's tongue was Lou's
toilet paper. Now it was happening, even before Jimmy was awake.

	Lou stood up from the toilet. Jimmy was looking at Lou's
backside from between his legs. Lou was naked and he looked tall and
overwhelming. The muscles were broad and big. Jimmy was helpless.

	Lou turned and knelt on Jimmy's chest. Lou slapped Jimmy on
the side of the face. The blow was sharp and set Jimmy's head
spinning. Then another slap, the other side. Then another, repeating.
Jimmy's arms were tied around the toilet and Lou's weight on Jimmy's
chest could not be moved. Jimmy was helpless.

	Lou slapped Jimmy's head back and forth. Sometimes he pulled
Jimmy's head up an inch or two and released it, so it bounced against
the toilet or the floor. Lou could see when Jimmy was anticipating
where the next slap or hit was coming from and then Lou hit yet
another way. Soon Jimmy stopped resisting at all and Lou slapped and
hit at will. Lou slapped Jimmy into senselessness.

	Sound was the sense that first returned to Jimmy. The sound of
a turd hitting the water of the toilet. Jimmy sensed that Lou's feet
were beside him and that Lou was sitting on the toilet. Jimmy smelled
shit. Lou grunted and sighed and another turd fell into the toilet. A
big one. Then a little plop.

	Lou was standing. Lou was bending. Then a fierce pain tore
into Jimmy at his balls, pain from Lou's hand around Jimmy's balls and
squeezing harder and harder. Through tears of pain, Jimmy could see
the shape of Lou's ass in front of his face.

	"Eat it," Lou ordered, and the smell of shit was intense,
right there at Jimmy's nose. The beating to the head, the confusion
and the pain in his balls tore into Jimmy. Jimmy realized he was
licking Lou's ass. Jimmy's tongue was pressed against Lou's asshole
and sliding. The taste of the shit was not as bad as the smell, but it
was bitter, slimy, gritty. Licking again. Licking again. Now licking
steadily.

	Lou released Jimmy's balls. Jimmy slowly lay back on the
floor. Lou sat back, maintaining contact between his butt and Jimmy's
face. "Don't stop," Lou ordered. Jimmy kept licking. Jimmy lay quiet
and passive except for his tongue and mouth. Jimmy's mind cleared. He
saw Lou's asshole and his own tongue probing the hole. Jimmy
salivated, licked and swallowed.

	After a while, Lou stood up. Lou untied Jimmy's wrists. Then
Lou picked up Jimmy's T-shirt that Jimmy had taken off the night
before. It was the only shirt Jimmy had. Lou wiped his ass with the
shirt and then looked at it. "Good job," Lou said. "Be ready early
tomorrow." Lou wrapped something in the shirt and tossed it onto
Jimmy's chest.

	Jimmy lay on the floor on his back while Lou dressed and
headed out for breakfast. Jimmy knew he would not eat breakfast. He
lay without moving until, as soon as Lou was gone, Jimmy twisted
upright and puked into the toilet.

	It was half an hour later that Jimmy got his shirt on. It had
a damp spot, Jimmy's saliva wiped out of Lou's ass, but was otherwise
ok. Inside the shirt was a small package. The package was a joint
inside a large book of matches from a hotel. It was a gift from Lou.


			     Chapter Seven

	Jimmy stared at his lunch tray in the messroom. He was not
hungry. He was stoned. He was nursing a joint his cellmate, Lou, gave
him, taking a toke every hour or so. It was good dope. Jimmy needed
it. He was getting used to being a toilet.

	In the week since entering general population, Jimmy had not
talked to anyone except to Lou and a few officials. In the messroom or
the day room, he overheard conversations between other inmates. Once,
there was a group of latinos talking mostly in Spanish, but with
occasional phrases in English. One of the latinos said contemptuously,
"I will use him like a toilet." The odd sentence, almost the only
thing Jimmy could understand, puzzled him. Did the man mean to piss
and shit in the guy's mouth? It sounded too nauseating even to think
about.

	Now Lou was using Jimmy like a toilet. Lou had raped Jimmy and
forced Jimmy to suck cock. Both men were surprised when Jimmy's cock
got hard while he was sucking. Then Lou became affectionate. There
were kisses and caresses during sex. Afterward, Lou suddenly announced
that Jimmy had to lick Lou's ass clean after Lou took a dump, that
Jimmy's tongue was Lou's toilet paper. That morning, Lou tied Jimmy to
the toilet, beat him and squeezed Jimmy's balls until, dazed and
broken, Jimmy did what he was told.

	Even after the pain and humiliation of rape and the discovery
of a sexual interest in sucking cock, the experience at the toilet was
devastating. It seemed to Jimmy that he was no longer a human being
and that no one would treat him like a human being ever again. That he
still thought and acted like a human being was like a joke. The kind
of a joke that a dead man could smile at.

	Lou said to Jimmy, "Be ready early tomorrow." That meant Jimmy
was going to lick shit out of Lou's ass every morning. How tasty.
Probably streams of piss and whole turds were just around the corner.

	And then what? Would Lou tie him into a package and carve on
him with a knife? Anything was possible.

	A fifteen year sentence, a vicious pervert cellmate, and
complete destruction of anything resembling human life. There was
absolutely nothing left.

	And there was absolutely nothing left to lose.

	Something was changing in Jimmy. It was a feeling that rose
slowly, but once it rose, it seemed to envelop everything.

	Jimmy did not care.

	He didn't care about getting raped in the ass. He didn't care
about being a cocksucker. He didn't care about licking Lou's stinking
asshole. He didn't care whether Lou made him chew and swallow
mouthfuls of shit and piss. He didn't care how long he lived or how he
died.

	A stone wall stood in Jimmy's heart. On one side was most of
what he had been, the present and the future. It was a swamp of
sewage. On the other side was the desert, bare sand and hot sun,
nothing more. The desert was the place of refuge. The final refuge of
death would be like the desert, only more barren. What was left of
Jimmy fled into the desert.

	In the messroom, groups of men gathered according to race and
position in the inmate system. Jimmy had no status and he found a
place at a small table on the edge of the white men's group next to
the garbage cans, jammed against a building column. There were three
other men who also ate at that table; and they had to crowd together
because of the obstructions. The three other men also appeared to be
punks and recently beaten down.

	Jimmy's spirit fled into the desert, but Jimmy's body, all
that was left, sat in the messroom. Jimmy raised his eyes from his
tray to look at the other men. They were the usual three guys. Jimmy
had not really looked at them before.

	Two were staring at their trays. The third looked across at
Jimmy and their eyes met. Jimmy nodded once and the other guy nodded
once. He was about Jimmy's age, with a film of red hair forming on top
of a shaved scalp. They broke the eye contact and Jimmy looked at the
other men, still staring at their trays. One was pudgy and had black
hair and the other had a black eye, a square face and brown hair.

	This was the first time Jimmy really looked at the men who
shared his table. He saw in the faces of the guys with black hair and
brown hair the suffering he had felt. Jimmy was suddenly not suffering
now. Jimmy did not care. The man with the red hair looked like he
didn't care either. It was a good look. It was a good feeling.

	Lou's pattern was sex every second night. The pattern held,
and Jimmy got to bed early. He was tired and fell asleep immediately.

	Jimmy awoke as Lou's feet hit the floor. Lou usually got a cup
of coffee and then would shit. The day before, Lou said, "Be ready
early tomorrow." In a few seconds, Jimmy slid out of the bunk and was
kneeling beside the toilet.

	Lou had a little water boiler on the shelf and, in a couple of
minutes, Lou had his coffee. Lou usually read on the toilet. Lou sat
naked on the toilet reading and drinking coffee.

	Jimmy was kneeling beside the toilet, his eyes on the floor.
"Boy," said Lou suddenly. Jimmy raised his eyes and they met Lou's.
"Yes, master," Jimmy replied evenly.

	The other night, Lou had instructed Jimmy to use the word
"master," and Jimmy's use of it now was obedient to that instruction.
But Jimmy had not engaged Lou eye-to-eye before and Jimmy's steady
gaze was almost challenging. Lou held the gaze, a slight smile rising
on his lips. Lou's gaze was cool and distant.

	"You ready, boy?" Lou asked.

	"Yes, master," Jimmy replied.

	Neither man looked away for many long seconds. Then came the
sounds of a turd emerging and landing in the toilet. "Go to it," Lou
ordered.

	Jimmy responded, "yes, master" as he turned and lay on the
floor like the day before, between Lou's feet, the top of his head
near the toilet.

	Jimmy heard another turd fall. Then Lou stood, stepped forward
and squatted over Jimmy's face.

	The smell turned Jimmy's stomach. Just once, and then the wall
of indifference was in place. Shit smelled like shit. Nothing more.
Jimmy didn't care. His stomach became quiet.

	Jimmy could see all of Lou's asshole. Most of the shit residue
was at the center and in the folds just out from the center. There
were a few spots further out.

	Jimmy squeezed saliva into his mouth and held some in the
hollow of his tongue. He put his tongue flat against the central
asshole and rubbed his spit all around the center. He repeatedly used
his tongue to rub saliva into Lou's asshole, gradually working out
from the center. The shit had the same slightly bitter taste as the
day before and the same slimy, gritty texture. Jimmy didn't care.

	Jimmy started to clean the asshole, using his tongue to suck
the saliva just deposited. He began from the outside and circled
around and in. He watched the asshole as he sucked up the shitty
paste, and when he saw he missed a small patch, he went back and
cleaned that area again.

	Lou was grunting, evidently with satisfaction. Lou's asshole
was relaxing, and as Jimmy cleaned toward the center, Lou's asshole
opened, revealing more of itself, with redder flesh. Jimmy extended
his tongue into this widening area. Jimmy knew from eating Lou's ass
during sex that Lou like Jimmy's tongue in his asshole.

	Lou stood and turned. Again Lou's eyes and Jimmy's engaged.
Lou looked thoughtful. "You learn fast," Lou said.

	"Yes, master," Jimmy replied.

	"Wash your face and eat breakfast," came the next order.

	"Yes, master," and they broke eye contact as Jimmy rose.

	Lou left the cell first. As he left, he dropped a joint on
Jimmy's bunk, where Jimmy sat putting on his shoes.

	Jimmy took a hit as he was leaving the cell. He just made it
to breakfast and was glad of it. He was hungry.


			    Chapter Eight

	That night Jimmy started preparing early. Lou wanted sex every
other night, and this was a night for sex. As Jimmy sat on the toilet
after running water through a tube into his ass, his eyes rose and met
Lou's. Lou was smiling. Through the day, Jimmy had been thinking about
the long periods when his eyes and Lou's had locked. Jimmy dropped his
eyes. Then Jimmy glanced up and saw that Lou's smile had widened and
his teeth were showing. Jimmy looked down again.

	Jimmy understood that Lou approved of Jimmy starting early to
prepare for sex. It was the same look of approval Lou gave Jimmy that
morning when Jimmy licked Lou's asshole clean after Lou took a dump.

	But it was more than approval of the physical acts. The acts
had been accompanied by direct eye-to-eye encounters, with Jimmy
meeting and holding Lou's gaze. Lou had approved of that too.

	And it all seemed to come from that feeling that arrived
yesterday, the feeling that death was coming anyhow, that life in
prison was hell, that nothing could be done, that nobody cared, and
that he, Jimmy, did not care either.

	Jimmy thought that same feeling might be in Lou. Lou was
contemptuous and Jimmy knew that he was a target of Lou's contempt.
Now, he thought, maybe Lou is contemptuous of everything, Jimmy, the
prison, even himself.

	Lou acted like he didn't care. He didn't care if Jimmy, a fag
boy and a toilet, looked him challenging in the eye. Lou didn't care
if he kissed the lips of the fag boy and toilet.

	Through the day, Jimmy enjoyed the indifference and contempt
that filled his spirit. In the evening, he looked occasionally at Lou.
It seemed to Jimmy that he felt the indifference and contempt he saw
in Lou's face.

	Each man was in his bunk when the lights dimmed. Lou slid down
from the upper bunk and stood beside Jimmy's head. Lou outlined the
bottom of his crotch with thumbs and index fingers widened into a
circle.

	Turning in the bunk, Jimmy got up onto his knees and bent
over, facing Lou's crotch directly. Lou was wearing jockey shorts.
Jimmy started to tug at them and Lou pushed them down and kicked them
off.

	Lou's cock was only slightly aroused. Bent over himself and
balancing on his haunches, Jimmy held onto Lou's hips and began to
caress the head and shaft of Lou's cock with his lips and tongue. Soon
Jimmy held the upper part of the cock in his lips, his tongue wrapped
around the head, slurping and massaging, while the cock stiffened with
every beat of Lou's pulse. Lou started swaying back and forth, rubbing
the head of his cock against Jimmy's taut tongue.

	Lou pushed Jimmy's head away and then down, and Jimmy began to
lick and suck on Lou's balls, hanging large and loose.

	Lou turned and bent over. Lou's asshole was in front of
Jimmy's face. Jimmy anchored his hands on Lou's hips and positioned
his face. Pulling himself forward, Jimmy pressed his face against
Lou's butt. Jimmy licked Lou's asshole. The asshole relaxed and Jimmy
opened it with his tongue. Jimmy slid his tongue in and out of Lou's
opening asshole. Lou farted, filling Jimmy's nose with the smell of
shit. The rhythm of Jimmy's tongue in Lou's asshole was steady.

	The flash of a match and then the pungent smell of pot. After
a minute, Lou handed around the joint and Jimmy interrupted his
service to take a deep hit.

	After that, time passed in fragmented phases. Lou sat on
Jimmy's face and Jimmy ate ass. Jimmy sucked Lou. Lou put Jimmy
kneeling into the corner and crowded in, fucking throat, and shooting
gism deep into Jimmy's throat. They lay in bed, kissing and caressing.
Lou slept. Lou awoke and sat on Jimmy's tongue. Jimmy sucked Lou's
cock. Lou masturbated Jimmy while Jimmy sucked and Jimmy came with
Lou's cock in his throat.

	Lou had Jimmy lie face-up and then lay face-up on top of him
facing the other way, putting Lou's ass again in Jimmy's face. Lou
fixed it so Jimmy's head was trapped between Lou's ass and the wall.
Lou gave Jimmy a pillow to cushion his head from the wall. Jimmy got
his tongue deeper into Lou's asshole.

	They lay side-by-side together, their hands running over each
other. Lou started it and seemed to welcome Jimmy doing it back. They
kissed. They embraced. Their cocks were both stiff. Jimmy noticed that
his own cock was considerably bigger than Lou's.

	There was another joint. Lou demanded more suck. Jimmy worked
harder than ever before, sweating and straining, and sucked Lou off.
Lou moaned as he came deep in Jimmy's throat, his hands holding and
stroking Jimmy's head.

	Jimmy could not sleep. Lou slept, but occasionally awoke to
embrace Jimmy and kiss him. Jimmy caressed Lou while Lou slept,
touching the separate hard muscles.

	It was morning. Lou got out of the bunk and went to fix his
coffee. Jimmy lay quietly. When Lou sat on the toilet, Jimmy rolled
out of the bed into his position between Lou's feet. A few minutes
later, the shitty asshole faced Jimmy. Jimmy licked it clean.

	The gift of another joint. Breakfast.

	Jimmy had been trained.


			   Chapter Nine

	By the end of Jimmy's fourth week in general population,
things had settled down to a routine. Jimmy, a young man of 22
sentenced to 15 years in prison, had become the sexual and toilet
slave of his cellmate, Lou. Jimmy's status as a slave maintained by a
powerful man meant that Jimmy had no status. He had no other work or
activity in the prison. He did not talk to anyone but Lou.

	Jimmy had to serve Lou sexually every other night. Sexual
activity was intense and almost continuous during these nights. Lou
ordered Jimmy into position and instructed Jimmy on what to do. Jimmy
licked and massaged Lou's asshole with his tongue and Jimmy sucked
Lou's cock in many different ways and positions. Lou fucked Jimmy once
a week or so, but most of the action was oral. There were also long,
quiet hours of embraces, caresses and kisses. These expressions of
affection and pleasure, when Jimmy and Lou acted almost as equals,
occurred only in the middle of the night. Otherwise, Lou was
contemptuous and indifferent to Jimmy's feelings.

	Jimmy had to use his tongue to clean Lou's asshole after Lou
took a morning dump. This happened every morning.

	Jimmy did whatever he was told. He did not care and he did not
act as if he cared. Whether he cared was not important to anyone else
and not important to him either. His self disappeared into a desert.

	Jimmy performed his duties fully. When he grasped Lou's
intention, he complied with that intention and acted to realize it,
even when Lou intended that Jimmy eat shit or service Lou's cock
shooting gobs of gism down Jimmy's throat. Jimmy became able to sense
Lou's intentions even as they rose in Lou's mind. Jimmy became an
instrument of those intentions.

	Jimmy's diligence seemed to fit him. He accepted his
servitude. Because he did not care, he had no anger or resentment
toward Lou. The humiliation and foulness he endured at Lou's hands
were disconnected from the kisses Lou placed on his lips, the kisses
he returned. By rendering full service to Lou, Jimmy found his place.
Lou was satisfied and approved of Jimmy's attitude. Since the time
Jimmy first voluntarily performed the morning asshole cleaning, there
had been no punishment, no pain. There was, instead, the steady
meeting of level gazes. Jimmy earned the strength to meet Lou's eyes
by doing what Lou wanted.

	There was another man who held Jimmy's gaze. Jimmy and three
other young men, also apparently punks, ate in the messroom at a small
table inconveniently crammed between a building column and garbage
barrels. Of the three other men at the table, two did not look up from
their trays. One did, and his eyes were steady like he didn't care
either. He had a red film of hair over a scalp recently shaved.

	One day as they were leaving the messroom, Jimmy walked up to
the man with the red hair. "My name's Jimmy," he said. It was the
first time Jimmy initiated any conversation in the prison. "I'm Ben,"
said the other man.

	They talked briefly in the day room. Ben was punk for a man
named Albert, who, like Lou, was in the Aryan Brotherhood. Neither
Jimmy nor Ben explained what he had to do as a punk. Ben was missing
an ear lobe too. Lou had chewed Jimmy's so bad it had to be cut off.
Jimmy wondered if Albert had done the same to Ben.

	Then Ben stopped eating at Jimmy's table. One more thing for
Jimmy not to care about.

	There was one thing that Jimmy did care about. When Lou's cock
was in Jimmy's mouth, Jimmy's personality seemed to come in from the
desert. Jimmy was becoming a skilled and passionate cocksucker. Jimmy
wrapped his mouth and tongue around Lou's cock and learned to draw
from it ever greater pleasure for Lou. Jimmy also learned to make the
back of his mouth and his throat into a tight, wet, yielding pocket
for Lou's cock to force open, again and again, as if anew at every
stroke. Jimmy liked sucking. He enjoyed providing Lou with what Lou
wanted.

	Lou was making more use of Jimmy's oral sexuality. Lou started
off fucking Jimmy once and calling it a night. As Jimmy developed into
a cocksucker, Lou stayed for a second round. It was between rounds of
cocksucking that the two lay side by side kissing and caressing.

	Now, Lou was sleeping all night with Jimmy and there was
usually a third session in the stillest part of morning. One night,
Jimmy labored until he sweated, bringing Lou up to erection for the
fourth time and giving him a tight throat Lou fucked to reach final
orgasm. Jimmy raised his head from that orgasm, smiling, to turn and
lie beside Lou, who was smiling himself. They looked into each other's
eyes in the dimness, and the smiles kissed.

	Jimmy thought of their smiling kisses as he licked shit from
Lou's asshole the next morning. Jimmy ate shit and Lou kissed the lips
that ate shit. It was not that Lou was great and Jimmy was lowly.
Jimmy was lowly, but Lou was lowly too, a prisoner with only a
shiteater to kiss.

	Lou's asshole took particular pleasure from Jimmy's tongue.
Jimmy's daily duty of cleaning Lou's asshole took place in daylight,
and Jimmy could see Lou's asshole relax and open while Jimmy licked
it. Lou was in no hurry and as the days went on, Lou got up earlier,
took his dump earlier, and squatted longer with his butt in Jimmy's
face.

	During the nights of sexual activity, Lou spent hours on a
seat he put together with pillows and Jimmy's face. It felt to Jimmy
during these nights that Lou's asshole opened wide and that Jimmy's
tongue went deep into it. Lou began to masturbate Jimmy while Jimmy
was eating ass. Lou prohibited Jimmy from jacking off otherwise. Lou
made Jimmy come, and, as he came, demanded from Jimmy "more tongue,
deeper, pump it in and out," demands Jimmy labored to satisfy.

	One night, Lou interrupted an ass-eating session and shared a
joint with Jimmy. When the ass-eating resumed, Jimmy's hands, that
previously lay at his sides, rose and shaped themselves around the
sides of Lou's belly. An electric charge seemed to run from Lou's
hard, muscular body through Jimmy's arms and Jimmy's cock erected.
Jimmy's tongue pushed deep into Lou's asshole. "Yeah," said Lou
appreciatively. Jimmy's hands reached up to stroke the front of Lou's
chest. Lou leaned forward to stroke Jimmy's cock. Then, Lou massaged
Jimmy's chest, groin and belly. Lou rubbed and petted Jimmy and
stroked Jimmy's cock while Jimmy thrust his tongue in and out of Lou's
asshole. Thereafter, both men used their hands on each other, in ever
more various ways.

	Jimmy planned his life around Lou's timetable. Jimmy slept
little during the night when they had sex, but did sleep during the
day afterwards and slept well the off-night. He was awake, alert and
attentive during sexual activities, but groggy, drowsy or indifferent
most of the rest of the time. The only exception was the morning
toilet duty. Lou kept to a punctual schedule, and it was absolutely
necessary for Jimmy to be ready to lick Lou's shitty asshole.


			    Chapter Ten

	It was the afternoon of a day that Jimmy expected to end in
sex with Lou. Jimmy was sitting in the dayroom about an hour after
lunch. Lou entered the dayroom and headed toward Jimmy. Jimmy had not
seen Lou in the dayroom since the second day, when Lou humiliated
Jimmy there.

	That time, three men had accompanied Lou. Now, Lou was alone.
Their eyes met. "Come," Lou said to Jimmy. He turned and walked away.

	Jimmy rose and followed.

	Lou led Jimmy into an area new to Jimmy. A guard stood at a
station in the passageway. Once, weeks before, the guard prevented
Jimmy from going that way. Now, Lou led Jimmy through.

	The passageway led into an area open to the sky. A stone wall
topped with barbed wire encircled the area, but at what seemed to be a
great distance. Most of the area was blacktop and it was divided by
steel tubes into different regions. Men were playing ball in one
region. Men were lifting weights in the biggest region. The sky was
overcast with heavy clouds, but the light was very bright in Jimmy's
eyes.

	Lou led Jimmy into a building at the edge of the open area.
There was equipment there, a small tractor and mechanics' tools. Next
to the main room was a corridor with a series of rooms. One room, open
at the end of the corridor, looked like a large room with several men
in it. Lou turned toward the other end of the corridor and led Jimmy
into a small room near that end.

	The room had a low cot, a chair, and pillow on the floor. It
was so small that a man sitting on the cot, against the outside wall,
could reach the door without rising.

	"Strip down," Lou ordered. Jimmy took off his clothes and put
them into a corner. "Kneel on that," Lou ordered, pointing to the
pillow. Jimmy knelt on the pillow. "Do what you're told," Lou
instructed. "These guys are my friends and I'll beat the shit out of
you if they complain."

	Jimmy raised his head and his eyes met Lou's. They held for
long seconds. "Yes, master," Jimmy said clearly and then he dropped
his eyes.

	Lou left the room. Minutes passed. Jimmy waited, wearing the
armor of indifference.

	The door opened. Lou was saying "... only trained on me, but
the potential is there."

	There was another man with Lou. The man was not tall, but
quite fat, with a bulging paunch divided by a belt. The man stood in
front of Jimmy and Jimmy understood the man wanted cocksucking. As
Jimmy got into position, kneeling at the man's feet, Jimmy could see
that the man had gray and white hair and a beard and seemed old.

	The man undid his pants and they fell in a wide circle at his
feet. The man unbuttoned and opened his shirt. He had a flabby,
protruding belly. He had something big and loose behind the front of
his boxer briefs. "Take 'em down," the man ordered.

	Jimmy bent low and approached the fat man under his belly.
Jimmy hooked his fingers around the man's briefs and took them down to
his ankles. The leg-holes in the briefs fit easily around the man's
shoes, and he stepped out of the briefs, Jimmy rose to face the man's
cock.

	The man's cock seemed huge. It was entirely soft, but was long
and wide. "Suck," said the man.

	Jimmy relaxed the muscles in his mouth and opened it slightly,
pursing his lips. He summoned up as much saliva as he could and put
his tongue outside his lower lip. Jimmy began to run his lips and
tongue over the cock. First, the front, then the sides. The cock was
so big it took a long time. Jimmy did not hurry. The cock was
responding, although slowly. It was already far bigger than Lou's cock
and at least as big as Jimmy's at its biggest, and it was still in
just an early stage of getting hard.

	Jimmy put fingers to the cock and raised it. He held the cock
with one hand, supported himself with the other hand and knelt under
the cock licking it from below. He started licking at the hollow under
the scrotum and proceeded toward the front. The most sensitive spot
just under the head responded well to forceful massaging, like Lou at
the end of a long night of action. The cock was now substantially
erect, pointing straight out, but not really hard. Even so, it seemed
enormous.

	Jimmy positioned himself in front of the cock head so it was
pointed at his mouth. Jimmy stretched his jaws as wide as he could,
wider than ever before, and drew his lips into a circle. He put the
circle around the tip of the cock, fastened his lips onto the cock,
and began to suck. He put his tongue under the cock so the cock slid
on the tongue as Jimmy opened his lips and sucked the cock into his
mouth.

	The head of the cock fit ok. It was very big, but it did fit
ok. The cock continued to enter Jimmy's stretched mouth. It pushed
into the back, pressing against Jimmy's tongue and the back of Jimmy's
mouth. The man put his hand on the back of Jimmy's neck and held it
tight. Jimmy could not breathe. He tried to suck, to please the man,
but could not really suck with his mouth so filled with cock. Jimmy
could see that most of the cock was outside his mouth. He had to
breathe. He pulled his head back. The man was holding him very tight,
with a strong arm. Jimmy had to breathe. He pulled back with all his
strength and the man released him. Jimmy sat on his haunches, panting.

	The fat, old man said to Lou, "Well, there's a start. We'll
see what happens."

	Jimmy helped the fat, old man put on his briefs and pants.
Once their eyes locked and Jimmy's gaze met one like itself. Jimmy
looked away.

	Lou and the fat, old man left. Then, Lou came back with
another man and left the two of them together. The new man stripped
and lay on the bunk. He was also an older man, although not as old as
the fat, old man. This man had a solid, powerful body. "What's your
name," the man asked. He and Jimmy looked evenly at each other.
"Jimmy." "Eat me, Jimmy," said the man.

	Jimmy set to work. The man lay quietly, except that his cock
rose quickly at the touch of Jimmy's lips and responded with evident
pleasure to the strokes and styles that Lou enjoyed. Jimmy rode the
wave of the man's passion and then the man took Jimmy's head and moved
it rapidly up and down. Jimmy adopted the man's rhythm and applied
strong pressure to the cock. The man climaxed. There was a brief rest.

	Jimmy could not distinguish the sequence of events that
followed. There were many men, many different cocks, cocks and
cocksucking seemingly without end. It started in the small room.
Later, Jimmy remembered that the cot was turned around and he was
kneeling on it beside a man about Lou's age, very tough, with tattoos,
and Jimmy was facing backwards, sucking the man's big cock, hard and
curved. Jimmy was going down on the big, hard, curved cock, going down
and rising and going down again. The man held him down at each stroke,
enforcing a desire that Jimmy stay down at the limit, but releasing
Jimmy when Jimmy pushed up. "Relax and take it," the man ordered in a
friendly voice. "Just stay there and take it." Jimmy relaxed. He
became indifferent. Jimmy took comfort from the indifference. It felt
good. He was breathing around the cock. The cock was deep in his
throat, but his throat was relaxed and a smooth stream of air passed
into his lungs. He was breathing with the man's big cock in his
throat.

	The man moved Jimmy's head up and down and Jimmy breathed
while his throat gave pleasure to the cock. The man came in Jimmy's
throat while he stroked Jimmy about the head and moaned. Afterward,
they lay together and the man kissed Jimmy on the lips. Then the man
left.

	Lou returned with three other men and they took Jimmy into
another bigger room. Jimmy knelt in a corner and sucked the cocks of
Lou's friends. Different men followed them. The cocks were different
too. Jimmy did all he could to please the men.

	The room was lit from windows and at times Jimmy could see
that other men in the room were having sex. He saw Ben kneeling naked
between the legs of a man on a couch and sucking the man's cock.
Ben's red hair had filled in. Ben's fair skin was peeling from sun
along the face, neck and arms. Ben looked happy. Jimmy thought there
was muscle on Ben's back and arms that was new.

	Lou and one other man took Jimmy into another small room. The
three shared a joint. Jimmy knelt on the floor behind the two men, who
stood with arms around each other's shoulders. The two men kissed and
fondled each other while Jimmy ate Lou's ass and the other man's ass.
Lou and the other man left.

	Jimmy waited. He sat on his haunches on the floor. He remained
alone. Then he knew he had to piss. He rose unsteadily, but soon
walked to the door. He was naked.

	Jimmy walked toward the front. He passed the first small room.
The cot was against the back wall. The fat, old man sat on the edge of
the cot. He had clothes on. Lou, also dressed, sat on the floor next
to the old man's feet, facing the old man. Lou's head rested on the
shirt over the old man's soft, curving side. Lou's arm lay across the
front rise of the old man's belly. The old man had a hand on the side
and top of Lou's head and Lou's eyes were closed.

	Jimmy's eyes met those of the old man. They engaged. The old
man smiled. The old man took the door in hand and pushed it shut.

	Jimmy found the bathroom and pissed. He drank some water and
returned to the corridor.

	The door to the first small room was still closed. Jimmy
squatted beside it. He waited.

	The door opened. Lou was there at the doorway with the old
man. Jimmy knelt in front of Lou. Jimmy lowered himself to the floor.
Lou had steel-toe work shoes in black leather. Jimmy held onto the
toes of Lou's shoes as he lowered his entire body to lie flat on the
floor. "Master," Jimmy cried. He raised his head to look Lou in the
face. Streams of tears were running down Jimmy's cheeks. "Master, I
love you," Jimmy declared.

	"I told you he was smart," Lou said to the old man.

	Lou slowly squatted. As Lou squatted, his arm hung loose and
the fingers soon touched the back of Jimmy's neck. Lou rubbed his
fingers against the neck, putting more force into the rubbing as he
squatted lower. Jimmy lowered his head and Lou stroked and rubbed
Jimmy's face as Jimmy lay flat with the side of his head resting on
the floor.

	"You got a lot of cocksucking ahead of you, kid," Lou said.

	Jimmy was so positioned that he could, without raising his
head, open his mouth and lick Lou's shoe, leaving a wet, black streak
on the dusty surface.

			       The End

I enjoyed writing this story. If you enjoyed reading it, I would like
to know. That folks should be interested in this material seems
unlikely, thinking along the ordinary course of events, but interest
is so commonly encountered that something must be going on that is
beyond ordinary thinking.