Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2016 08:49:14 -0500 (EST)
From: Ralph Nesslinger ralph <nelson99@comporium.net>
Subject: Wrestler's Story # 17 - "Jerry, Flayme and Jake"

Wrestler's Story # 17  -  JERRY, FLAYME AND JAKE


By:  Ron Nelson


(Copyright 2016 by the Author.   All Rights Reserved.)

Jerry Jerdan looked out the blackened windows of the Dulin State Prison van
just outside of Dulin, Alabama.

`Damn,' he said to himself, although not particularly seriously. His situation
was both good and bad. On the bad side, the judge had just sentenced him to
nine-to-fifteen months in the Dulin State Prison, with possible early release if
he didn't run into any trouble in prison.

Which, he knew, wasn't a bad sentence for car theft. However, it was a Cadillac
DTS, and it was just a spur of the moment piece of bad judgment. The owner had
left the keys in the ignition when he'd gone into a bar for a drink.

How was Jerry to know that the Caddy was equipped with an OnStar transponder,
and, by satellite, the car could be spotted at any time 24/7, in use or not,
within six feet of its actual location?

When he discovered his car was missing, not fifteen minutes after Jerry had
taken it, the owner notified OnStar, who located the car instantly and alerted
the police. They picked Jerry and the Cadillac up just a few minutes later.
Jerry was just planning to ride around in it for a while and then park it
somewhere and go about the rest of his business.

The judge took into account that he quickly admitted what he'd done, agreed it
wasn't a very bright thing to do, and that he was sorry about what he did.
Still, he had stolen it, and it wasn't his first run-in with the law, so he got
nine-to-fifteen out of it. The judge also told the owner it wasn't a very bright
idea on his part either to leave the keys in the car, and fined him $200 as
well.



Now, with Jerry being in prison for a few months, both of his jobs might be in
jeopardy. In fact, most likely he'd be terminated from both of them, although he
hoped maybe he could get them back after he was released. That was the bad part
of his situation.

The good part was that, despite having two jobs, he was, as always, short of
cash. He owed two months back rent on his small apartment at the edge of town,
his pickup truck looked like maybe it was having a transmission problem, and he
knew he needed to see a dentist some time soon about a cracked front tooth. So
maybe at least he could get the prison dentist to take care of that.

Jerry also knew the Dulin State Prison with a reputation for being a tough, but
fair, prison for its inmates. If they stayed in line, the Warden, J. Fenworth
Dixon, saw to it that the inmates were reasonably well treated and not
unnecessarily hassled by the guards. Also, they were encouraged to take some
classes and improve themselves, and work out in the prison gym or yard to burn
off their excess energy.

If they didn't stay in line, however, Warden Dixon would see to it that they
were "challenged" to improve their lot, as he reminded each of them when they
arrived at the prison and came under his control.

That suited Jerry just fine. He knew there were two main factions among the
prisoners, many of whom were in one kind of trouble or another all the time
outside. One faction was the mostly white prisoners, who were called the Sabres.
The other faction was the mostly Hispanic and Indian prisoners, who were called
the Tacos. Neither was much better or worse than the other.

The problem for the shorter term prisoners was mainly how to keep out of trouble
with either the Sabres or the Tacos. That wasn't always easy, and could be a
rocky road if a guy wasn't lucky or careful.

`Well,' thought Jerry, `I'll face that when I get there and then see how it
goes.'



Jerry was not the sort of guy to worry too much about things he couldn't
control, nor sometimes, it had to be admitted, did he trouble himself too much
about things he could control.

At just 23, he'd always been able to at least get by, and physically handle
himself in just about any situation he found himself. And being basically good
natured and real easy to look at, he got along with just about anybody who was
willing to go along with him.

Jerry was on the short and stocky side, being about five-eight, but weighing a
real solid one-ninety, just about all of it muscle, spread evenly over his whole
body. Thick wrestler's neck, solid and wide shoulders, biceps most guys would
die for, big and solid pecs, muscled abs, and thick and solid thighs and legs
which more than filled up his tight jeans, and in which, on occasions, more than
one guy had found his head or stomach almost crushed between their massive
power. But with his wide smile, and his always neatly cut and groomed dark hair,
naturally parted in the middle, he looked anything but threatening to anybody
who looked at him.

Looking around at the other three prisoners in the van, two looked liked they
probably had already had a lot of trouble in their lives, while the other man,
who looked to be about thirty, just looked sort of dazed and lost.

All four were in the standard prisoner orange jump suits, in leg irons with only
about a 15" length so that they could walk, but not run, and their hands `cuffed
with only about a 12" chain so they could move them just a little, but not
enough to be dangerous to the driver and guard with them.

It was about a two hour drive to the DSP, with one hour down, one to go, and
time just to ponder where he'd been before his carjacking escapade.

His job at Walart was in the rear stockroom, ten-to-four every day, six hours a
day. He liked the job well enough. The pay was ok, it gave him a good physical
workout, which he always liked and needed to keep in shape, and the boss pretty
much left him alone as he knew his job and did it in a real competent and
dependable manner, which is all they asked.

His other job was a little more colorful. That was as the second bartender and
occasional bouncer at "Flayme's Bar," just on the outskirts of Montgomery. He
liked that job, even though it was sort of unusual. His hours there were from
eight to closing, which was generally around midnight during the week, and a
little later on weekends. That tied in real good with his Walmart job, gave him
time to sleep and eat between shifts, and have some free time too. He'd been at
Flayme's almost a year now, and hoped his job there would still be open for him
when he got out of prison.

He had met Flayme one night when he was at the bar for just the second time. It
was around eleven o'clock, on a Friday evening, and some of the patrons, mostly
local farm hands or construction workers, were already getting pretty well
lubricated. Then a fight began to develop between two of the men from different
parts of the county.

Mike was the only bartender on duty, with Flayme handling the cash register and
circulating among the patrons, joking and teasing them along. She had a great
personality and was real good at that, and they were very much enjoying her
attention.

Flayme was something else, and unique. She got her name from her long rich
copper and gold colored hair, which was very elaborately wrapped up on top of
her very attractive head and face, which in turn were on top of her already full
five-ten height. But her main feature, or features, as they were two very big
and conspicuous ones, were between her neck and her waist, and were about the
biggest and firmest boobs in all of Montgomery.

She also made no effort to conceal by the tight sweaters or low cut blouses she
wore, showing just about all the cleavage the law would permit. From there on
down, she had some real tight abs, two of the best looking hips, and the solid
and shapely legs and thighs any guy, or maybe another girl, could wish to see or
have.

All of which were most useful, and came into play, when she was engaged in one
of her other jobs, which was as a semi-pro lady wrestler, traveling around
southwestern Alabama on Saturday night pro wrestling cards in one or another
local armory or high school gym.

Flayme was about 29 and smart, and not only owned "Flayme's Bar," but also had
some money in one or two other local businesses. But wrestling and the bar were
her main interests.

When the going got rough that night, Flayme wasn't slow in throwing out a couple
of the ladies who also got involved in the brawl, but Mike was having some
trouble getting the guys settled down. So Jerry stepped up and took care of a
couple of the men until the place quieted down again.

After the brawl, Flayme had noticed how easily Jerry had picked up and dragged
out a couple of the men himself, getting one in a real good headlock and
dragging him out that way, and then getting the other in a solid crotch lift,
bouncing him up and down a couple of times smiling as he crushed the guy's balls
in his hold, and then expertly flipped him over on his back and then sat on him
`til he settled down.

"You're a good man, Jerry," said Flayme. "I liked the way you handled those men.
You did it real easy and nicely, but there's no doubt they knew you meant what
you were doing.

"You into wrestling, as they looked like some pretty good wrestling moves you
used on them?" asked Flayme.

"Yeah, I do sort of like to mess around on the mats," was Jerry's easy reply.

"Most generally I like to wrestle `anything goes,' just so long as nobody really
gets hurt. And if it's a turn-on for me or the other guy, that's even better!"
Jerry added with a grin on his face.

As he said it, looking at the voluptuous Flayme, who was a little taller than he
was, and just as solidly stacked as any bodybuilder guy he'd ever known, even if
she was lighter than a similarly built guy, he knew he sure wouldn't mind
rasslin' around with her on the mat some time either.

"Well, tell you what, Jerry, you know I hit the ladies semi-pro wrestling
circuit around southern and central Alabama a couple of weekends a month.

"And training for that, I work out with Madge Fletcher, who wrestles under the
name "Madge Mountain." She weighs about one-eighty, but isn't too fast. We know
each other real well, and so we see to it that our matches are real even, with
her winning about half, and me half. That puts on a real good show for the
folks, and then that sets things up for a re-match next time.

"To keep in shape for that I work out with Eddie Flanagan, who's a trainer down
at Ace's Gym, out on the river road. Eddie was a semi-pro wrestler until he got
hurt a few years ago, but him and me wrestle `anything goes' a couple of times a
week, which keeps us both worked up, in shape and satisfied.

"However, both Madge and Eddie are out of town for the next month or so, and so
I wonder if you'd be interested in wrestling around with me for an hour or two a
couple of times a week? It pays double what you make as a bartender and tips,
and maybe a hunk like you might just like to work me over too. And I'm thinking
I mightn't mind too much working you over too, `anything goes,' just so long as
nobody gets hurt!"

`Oh man,' thought Jerry. `Is she saying what I'm thinking she's saying?

`Yeah, I never really wrestled around with a woman before, or at least with no
real lady wrestler like Flayme, nor ever really been wrestled at by a lady
wrestler either, so this might be real interesting.

`And she said "anything goes," so must be she'd be expecting some rough
wrestling, and giving it back in return too! Yeah, this could be real
interesting! And getting paid for it too!'

"Sure thing, Flayme," was Jerry's response. "I ain't never wrestled with a lady
wrestler before, but I can see I might really like to get into it, and if I can
help you train for whatever you want to do or get into, that'd sure be ok with
me!"

"Good deal, hunkman - how about if I see you down at Ace's Gym on the river road
next Tuesday afternoon around three? We'll take a while to warm up and then we
wrestle around and let's see what happens," was Flayme's reply as a customer
walked in and she turned to set him up with his drink.

Jerry was out at Ace's Gym about a quarter hour early, and saw Flayme was
already there, dressed in a tight rainbow colored bikini which just barely held
in her two most prominent assets, plus a tiny bikini that didn't cover much more
down below. The rest was all a real nicely tanned skin, already smooth and wet
with the sweat she'd already worked up.

Jerry wasn't certain what to wear, so he had brought a pair of sweatpants, a
pair of gym workout shorts and a tight black bikini which barely held in his own
massive and bulging masculine equipment. Seeing how Flayme was dressed, he
decided on his bikini.

After changing in the locker room, he came out and he and Flayme worked out
together for about fifteen minutes on a series of curls, squats, leg raises,
bridges and stretching exercises to warm up.

Jerry could see Flayme knew her way around the gym and weights, and a couple of
times when she was spotting him, or he her, their bodies, now both wet with
sweat, touched, while their muscles began to bulge and swell more and more with
their workout. Neither had any problem with that, nor did Flayme seem to notice
the considerable bulge which was getting bigger all the time inside Jerry's
tight bikini.

"Ok, hunkman," said Flayme after about fifteen minutes warming up, "how about
you and me getting into it, and let's see what happens?"

"Whatever you say, Flayme, just tell me. I'm all yours to do with whatever you
like," was Jerry's easy reply.

"Good deal," said Flayme, "tell you what, the routine which Madge and Eddie and
I follow, more or less, is me trying or working on something on you. Then, you
try and escape the move or hold, which lets me figure how to counter it.

"Then, we mess around a little, and you then try the same move or hold on me.
That way I can get a feel for how it feels to be caught or held in the move, and
how best to escape it.

"Any time you want to try something different or new on me, however, that's ok
too as that gives me a chance to take on the unexpected, and then figure out how
to escape it or reverse it back on to you.

"Lots of times, too, we just mess around back and forth on the mat real easy and
sort of impromptu style, punishment back and forth giving the folks a good show,
maybe giving or showing the folks a little extra, and liking what we're doing to
each other too.



"That ok with you, hunkman?" said Flayme, a small grin on her face as her
sweating and nearly naked body pulsed with eagerness to get into it physically
with him.

"You're on, lady, give it to me any way you like!" was Jerry's now eager reply.

Jerry started off, although Flayme hadn't suggested it, by dropping down to all
fours so that Flayme could get on top of him and do whatever she liked with him
from there.

Which she lost no time in doing. Suddenly, he felt her and her near naked body
drop down on top of him in a full body press, her big boobs pressing down hard
against his muscled back. Then he felt her long and strong legs wrap themselves
around his lower body, and her feet cross under him with her heels jammed back
hard into his bulging crotch, almost crushing his thick balls as she tightened
her hold on him.

At the same time, her long and powerful arms wrapped themselves around his thick
and muscled chest, with each hand grabbing one of his bulging and muscled pecs
and begin to squeeze them to tighten her hold on his upper body.

`Man,' thought Jerry, `she's really something! She's strong and fast, and tough
too. If she can take it like she's giving it, I can see why she'd be a real good
semi-pro lady wrestler! I can also see why a guy, or another lady wrestler,
might like to wrestle around with her too!'

Jerry liked the feel of what she was doing with him, and didn't want it to stop.
Still, he knew she expected him to resist and try to throw her off, which he
eventually did. But even when he rose up to his knees, with her almost sliding
off his back, she held on and got him in a neck and choke hold until he was
forced back to his hands and knees with her still on his back.

That left him to make his other option, which was to roll over, with her still
on his back, until now she was on her own back on the mat, with him on top of
her, both of them facing upwards.

She still kept him locked tight in her leg scissors on him, however, her heels
still jamming into his crotch to smash at his cock and balls, and her big strong
hands still crushing his big pecs in her tight grip.

Actually, Jerry always did like to have the other guy grab and keep him in the
same punishing hold, crushing his cock and balls down at one end and squeezing
his pecs at the other end, and found he liked it even more when it was Flayme
doing the punishment on him.

Still, he knew he had to break her hold on him as part of their training routine
if nothing else. Slowly, he began to flip and bridge his legs up and down trying
to release himself from her leg scissors, which repeatedly smashed his broad and
muscular back down hard against her big boobs, which he then felt squash under
him when he pressed backwards, but then they came back up again when he moved
back up himself.

He had the idea she wasn't minding at all what he was doing, or the effect on
her. He was right about that. Finally, she began to release her hold on him,
which let him slide off her to the side.

Jerry didn't know what to do or expect then, but Flayme took the initiative, as
he said they'd exchange and reverse holds, so she could work on both the offense
and the defense as well. As a result, she followed up closely and went to her
own hands and knees next to him, shaking her head as if she were momentarily
dazed, as a pro wrestler might do in the ring at a show to both regain his
breath or make it look like he was suffering and vulnerable, and give the other
wrestler a chance to come back at him.

Jerry knew this was what she had in mind, and she'd said at the start that their
routine would be that she'd take a hold on him, they'd struggle in it for a
while, then break, and then he'd take the same hold back on her.

He wondered if she really meant it? Apparently so, as she stayed on her hands
and knees waiting for him to get on her. Which he then soon did.

To give it a little drama, he paused just a couple of seconds, and then crawled
over to her, as if he were still dazed from her punishment on him, and mounted
her just as she had mounted him just moments before.

`Ok,' thought Jerry, `I guess this is where we see if she really meant what she
said!'

As he came down on top of her, he knew his weight was greater than hers, so he
tried to keep it balanced on her so as not to put too much strain on either her
hands or legs on the mat.

Then he moved to wrap his powerfully thick legs and thighs around her lower
waist, crossing his heels under her just as she had done with him, and then
jammed them back into her crotch, just as she had also done earlier to him.

There was no big bulge of cock and balls in her tight bikini to crush his heels
against, so directly into her crotch they went. Her own thick thighs gave her
some protection, but he was still able to drive his heels in the rest of the way
almost right into her.

At the same time, he began to wrap his powerfully muscled arms around her chest,
clasping them just below her big boobs to avoid grabbing her big breasts
directly.

"Up just a little, hunkman," she said under her breath to him, "you'll hold `em
better that way!"

`Ok, lady, if that`s what you want, it's sure ok with me,' thought Jerry as he
grabbed one of her enormous malleable melons in each hand, her protective bikini
sliding to the side uselessly, and began to squeeze them with his full strength.

Flayme didn't seem to have any problem with that at all.

`Oh man,' thought Jerry, `if she doesn't mind what I'm doing to her, I know I
sure don't mind!'

For what seemed like long minutes, although it probably wasn't more than just a
moment or two, he rode her like a cowboy as she seemed to struggle back and
forth and from side to side to buck him off, but, in fact, letting him keep up
his punishment on her with no complaint from her at all.

Then, when they'd remained locked in that hold for another moment or two, she
raised herself up to her knees, but more expertly than he had done earlier, and
slid him off her back until he lay once again on the mat.

As she laid on the mat next to him, their eyes met and a small grin covered both
of their faces.

`Yeah, that felt real good, now let's see what comes next!' their glances seemed
to say. If Flayme was satisfied with things so far, Jerry knew he surely was.

Flayme quickly turned on her side and before Jerry even knew it, she thrust out
both her long and powerful legs and got him in a tight body scissors around his
waist, just above his hips. As soon as he found himself caught with her muscled
legs around him, he struggled to escape, trying to twist out first one way and
then the other. Then he tried to bridge out, but that didn't work either, so he
remained trapped until he could figure another way out of it.

She realized his predicament, however, and after a moment or two eased up her
scissors hold on him just enough for him to slip down part way out of it Then,
as Jerry tried to work the rest of his way down and out of it, she slid her big
and powerfully muscled legs up to his big chest and then up to his neck. He
planned then to pull his head out completely from her scissors hold on him. But
then she suddenly tightened her legs again getting a tight scissors hold around
his head and neck.

`Man,' he thought, `she's got me now, but all I need do is work at it a little
more, and then I'll be free.' Slowly, he had almost pulled his head free, when
she tightened her head scissors on him once more, even tighter, until her big
legs and thighs were wrapped so tightly around his head that he couldn't see or
even hear a thing.

Not that he really minded any of it as one of his favorite holds to get caught
in always was another guy's total head scissors on him, blinding and almost
crushing him in it as he tried desperately to escape it by trying to pull or
bridge out of it.

So he tried to pull or bridge out of her hold on him now. But for doing it, he
needed to twist his head around some, which he did. But then she countered that
by twisting herself around too so that both of them still remained locked
tightly together like two wrestling snakes on a mat, until he found himself
facing directly into her now hot wet crotch, not two inches away.

Which gap quickly disappeared when she reached her long arms out to the back of
his head and began to pull his face fully against the tight little colored
bikini bottom she was wearing. Slowly, he felt himself begin to suffocate more
and more in the hot dampness of her sweating crotch.

Not that he minded it, however. And she knew he didn't mind being trapped in
that predicament either.

It wasn't the first time he'd ever been caught in such a hold by any means. It
was yet another hold and predicament he always liked getting caught in. That is,
getting caught in the other man's tight head scissors or face press on him, and
then having the other man's big and bulging male equipment pressed hard against
his face, blinding and choking him on it every time.

However, in all the previous times it had always been having the other man's
bulging cock and balls pressed hard into his face. This time it was Flayme's hot
wet crotch being forced in his face. But he never had any problem with that
before, nor did he have any problem now, with Flayme, either.

Nevertheless, he instinctively countered the move as he'd always done to the
other guy when he'd been caught like that previously. At those times, he reached
up blindly to grab and pound at the other guy's pecs to make him release his
hold.

But this time, with Flayme, he wasn't sure about that. Still, she had him in the
hold, and had said earlier "anything goes," so why not this time too?

In the next instant, he began to reach up blindly to grab and pound both of
Flayme's big and solid boobs. Which she had no problem with at all, even though
her big boobs were made even bigger as she continued to reach out to pull his
head into her hot wet crotch even tighter to punish him still more.

It wasn't until almost minutes later that she finally released her hold on him
so that he managed to pull back and out of her tight head scissors on him and
could get some air again. And then he released his squeezing and pounding on her
big breasts as well as they separated.

Then, as before, she looked around as if she were dazed, giving him the opening
to try something else and come back at her to reverse their positions. After a
brief and mixed struggle, he moved quickly to reverse the previous hold, knowing
that's what she really wanted from him, and he got the same big and solid head
scissors back on her, catching her head solidly and tightly between his own
muscular legs and thick thighs.

She acted surprised, like she would if she were in the ring in front of an
audience, and began to try to pull out of his head scissors on her. But,
instead, she soon got herself twisted around until her whole head was now caught
between his own big thighs, with her now facing into his own bulging crotch, his
big, hard and throbbing cock and balls now barely held in by the tiny bikini he
was wearing, just exactly as she had held him just a few minutes before.

And now it was he who reached out and grabbed the back of her head so that now
it was he who was able to pull her head and face all the way into his crotch
until the bulge in his bikini was almost jammed down her throat and she was
blinded and suffocated in it just as he had been earlier.

It was only when he saw her open her mouth and try to suck in as much of his big
and throbbing male equipment into her mouth that he knew she had no more problem
with her face being forced fully and hard into his hot wet crotch than he had
earlier when their positions were reversed.

Then, to get back at him, just as he had done to her earlier, she began to reach
her long and strong arms and hands up blindly to squeeze and pound at his pecs
to make him release his hold on her. But, as he always liked to get pounded and
punished on his pecs, he didn't mind that at all, and had no intention of
letting her go.

Eventually, however, he did finally ease his head scissors on her and let her
try to slip away, just as she had finally released him earlier. But not before
both had fully enjoyed what they were doing to and with each other.

But now, with his easing his hold on her, instead of pulling completely out of
his head scissors, she turned to bridge out instead. It was a great move, and he
had an idea that she not only liked to bridge out, but knew it looked good to an
audience. So he kept his head scissors on her, but more lightly this time, until
she did finally pull away from him entirely.

For almost an hour, Flayme and Jerry wrestled back and forth, getting more and
more used to each other's pace and likings, and keeping up their pattern of
Flayme first taking one hold or another on Jerry, and then either he escaping or
Flayme subtly letting him go. And then reversing their holds on each other so
that, if it were a real match with an audience out front, they'd see it as a
real even and great wrestling match between the two.

Jerry was finding out something else too. Flayme apparently liked to be pounded
and punished on all parts of her body. Not that she'd necessarily do everything
in an actual ring match, but it was apparent she liked it any way she could get
it.

Jerry figured she must be into at least some S&M, which he liked to get into
too. She apparently had a real high threshold for taking pain, and he knew he
did too, so the rougher it was for both of them, the better they liked it.

At one point, Jerry had his back on the mat, with Flayme standing over him. She
then picked up first one, and then both, of his legs by his feet, putting him
pretty much at her mercy with him on his back and unable to escape.

She then picked up one of her bare feet, and stomped it into his crotch and
against his bulging and swollen cock and balls inside his tight bikini. When he
didn't seem to mind, she then increased the pressure until he felt all of his
male equipment being almost crushed under her foot. He tried to twist out of the
hold and punishment she was giving him, even though he knew he liked the pain of
it, until she figured she'd done just about as much as she should.

But then, instead of releasing him, she turned sideways and picked his feet up
even higher. And then she began to jam one of her feet into first one of his big
and thick pecs, and then the other, to flatten and crush them instead. Actually,
he liked that pec punishment just as much as having his cock and balls crushed,
so at first he only tried to squirm out of her stomping on his pecs, but without
really doing so.

It was only after a couple of minutes of that punishment on him that he figured
she'd now want him to escape. So, with that, he reached out with his right hand
to grab Flayme's ankle, with her standing right next to his head, to bring her
down to the mat next to him.

Which let him, with her now down on the mat next to him, and with their routine
of taking and then reversing their various holds and punishments on each other,
he quickly got up and picked up her two legs by her ankles, just as she had done
to him, to make a perfect reversal of their hold.

Again, he wasn't sure how far to take his next moves, but came to the same
decision as before. As she had said right from the start, she wanted to both
give it and take it, and so far they'd done exactly that, with no complaints
from her.

Now he picked up his bare foot and stomped down on her big boobs, at first just
lightly. But then, when she didn't seem to object, he came on harder and also
began to alternate between one and the other.

In doing so, he squeezed first one of her big feeders, and then the other, clear
out of her bikini. But she didn't indicate she had any problem with that either,
so soon he stomped down on both of them alternately, while she struggled to get
free of his punishment on her. Finally, she managed to jerk back both of her
legs back out of his wet and slippery grip on her ankles and twist out of her
predicament.

As she pulled away to free herself, Jerry couldn't help but notice the small
grin which covered her face. She apparently didn't have any objection at all
with him stomping hard on her breasts, just as he didn't have any problem with
her stomping on his pecs earlier.

Yeah, she was tough, but he was too, and both realized it in themselves and each
other. Yeah, and it felt good too. After he let her go and they separated, she
pulled her big breasts back into her little bikini, and then they went on from
there. He noticed that she never seemed to have any problem with any of it.

As they continued to wrestle and back and forth, neither noticed that three or
four of the other hunky men working out in the gym, and a couple of women too,
had quietly come in to watch the action between him and Flayme. Flayme had
noticed, however, but she liked wrestling before an audience, just as when she
was in the pro ring, so had no problem with anybody watching them, nor did Jerry
either after he also noticed the small audience which they'd gathered.

But Jerry also knew at the same time that while they wrestled back and forth so
sensually and erotically, he was getting more and more sexually aroused.

His big cock-rod had already gone long and hard under his tight bikini, making a
long hard ridge which ended just under the edge of his bikini until the red and
swollen heart shaped end came and stuck out from the top of it.

Flayme hadn't said anything about it, one way or another, but Jerry noticed that
she didn't hold back from fully and tightly grabbing his crotch by the long
ridge under it, and every once in a while she used it like a handle to pick him
up, or hold him down, or whatever else she wanted to do with him. He was used to
that in cockfighting lots of times with other guys, so he took whatever
punishment she wanted to give him in that line, as often as she liked and
however tough she liked.

But now, after they'd been wrestling for almost an hour, he knew he couldn't go
much longer without shooting the full load of all the hot white cum that had
been building up inside his powerfully muscled body all along.

He didn't know quite how to mention to Flayme, however, that he'd gotten so
aroused with all his sensual and erotic wrestling around with her that he was
about ready to shoot his load. He also didn't know if she'd expect him to shoot
his load into her voluptuous body in one place or another, or just plain out and
gone.

He didn't have any need to worry about that. Flayme knew he was just about ready
to come too.

One final time, when both were standing on the mat, she was crouching down and
positioning herself to flip him over and down to the mat, with Jerry crouching
too to be ready for her next attack on him. Suddenly she reached out to go
between his legs, got a real good crotch lift on him, and easily flipped him
over on to his back on the mat. She then quickly followed that up by coming down
on top of him, straddling his powerful chest with her big and muscular body to
keep him down, just as she'd done a number of times before.

But this time she came down facing his feet instead of his head, as she had
before. Then she quickly shifted her weight back until she was able to sit, with
her almost totally naked, hot and wet butt, fully on and completely covering his
face.

With that, and with the small and tight bikini she was wearing, now pulled even
tighter until it was no more than a G-string, he felt both of her big wet butt
cheeks come down over his face as his eyes, nose and mouth sank deeply into the
deep dark canyon of her solid butt.

Jerry had no problem with that at all. It was just like the many other times
when another guy sat fully on his face with their wet and naked butts too. But
then it had been another guy's butt in his face, or his in the face of another
guy, not Flayme's. He knew, however, whether it was another guy or Flayme, it
was still one of his favorite punishments to get caught in, or take, on the
other guy.

He was willing to remain trapped with his face deep inside the dark wet crevasse
of her butt for as long as she wanted to sit on him. But he nevertheless knew
she wanted him to eventually try to escape too, even if not too soon, so their
match could continue.

Desperately, then, all he could try to do was to bridge out of his predicament
as only his feet and lower body were now free, with Flayme sitting so fully on
his head and face.

But this time, with Flayme sitting on his face blinding and suffocating him, he
knew his problem was worse, as he knew he was also getting so aroused that he
was about to shoot his whole load of cum juice, whether he was ready to or not.

As he desperately tried to bridge out, and Flayme also knowing he was close to
shooting his full load, she leaned over forward just a little and reached one of
her long and strong arms and hands to grab at the huge bulge in his tight little
bikini.

At first she just grabbed at the full load of his big and throbbing cock and
balls bulging out of his bikini, which was such a tempting target right in front
of her.

But then she reached under his bikini to specifically grab and then begin to
squeeze his big and throbbing man rod, now fully eight inches long, thick and
hard as steel. And then she pulled it out from under his bikini as if to show
it, like a big oversized hot dog, to the group of onlookers at the side of the
ring.

He knew what she was doing, and sensed that she was showing his big rod to the
audience, most likely with a big grin on her face even as she was crushing it in
her fist to torture him, while he was desperately struggling, unsuccessfully, to
free himself and escape from under her.

But he couldn't escape her, and then she began to rub his big and bulging bone
up and down too, as well as letting her fingers caress and rub the big heart end
of his rod to torture him even more, until he couldn't stand it any longer.

In the next instant, she had forced him to shoot his whole big load of hot white
cum clear out into the air. On and on it pulsed and flowed as he could do
nothing about it. Flayme felt it run down over her hand and she and the others
watching them watched it as it ran down over the side of her hand until it
finally reached the floor.

On and on she continued to rub and caress it, with agony on Jerry's part, until
she'd forced every drop of cum out of it and his big tool softened in its now
emptiness.

Only then, when Jerry was completely drained and totally exhausted, did he and
his big rod go limp and she let him go and slid off him, to end their match.

For a moment he just lay there, with Flayme now almost equally exhausted, beside
him, until both began to recover.

He looked over at Flayme and saw the grin on her face. He couldn't help but
match it with the grin that covered his own face as well.

She then got to her knees, came over and kissed him on his forehead.

"You're real good, hunkman, and we gotta do this more often!" she said.

"Yeah," he replied, "any time you're good for another round, I know I sure am!"

With that exchange, both of them slowly got up and headed back to their
respective shower rooms.

Jerry knew it had been real good, for sure. And it was just as good their next
sessions over the following weeks when they did more of the same.

`Well,' thought Jerry as the prison van got closer and closer to his future home
at the Dulin State Prison for his nine-to-fifteen months, that sure was good,
and maybe she'll take me on again after I get out. I sure hope so anyway!'


The prison van pulled into the secure double gate entrance to Dulin State
Prison, and then pulled into the prisoner loading dock inside the prison. Still
in shackles, Jerry and the other prisoners with him were herded into the
processing room, and from there, a couple of hours later, Jerry found himself in
the cell which would be his bunk for the next nine-to-fifteen months.

The warden had explained that this would be his home for the period of his
sentence, and he'd better get used to the idea. He was housed in a four-man cell
as it was a light-to-medium security prison. The prisoners had a couple of hours
exercise period every day to get and keep in shape, have some kind of job inside
the prison for a few hours a day, and eat in the common mess hall. They'd also
have access to the prison's library and educational training facilities, while
the rest of the time would be their own in their cells.

It seemed to Jerry like a decent set-up, and fair enough. The warden told him it
was a chance for him to get his act together, learn some self-discipline, and
work towards a trade if he liked. If he did, fine. If he didn't, and wanted to
continue to mess up his life, that was ok with him too. And if he stepped out of
line while he was in the prison, he'd see to that too.

All of it seemed fair to Jerry as he collected the couple of sheets for his bunk
bed and began to size up his new cellmates.

The first thing he found was that prisoners were assigned to whatever cells were
available as they arrived at the prison, without regard for their background or
sentence, so the four-man groups made up for a lot of varieties.

Of the three other prisoners in his cell, # 313 in the B Wing, one was named
Eddie. He was about thirty and pretty slender, who apparently lived in his own
world and didn't want to talk to anyone but himself. As a result, he was pretty
much ignored by the others.

Then one of the two others was a Hispanic man, maybe about 28, shorter than
Jerry but stocky and real muscular. It turned out he worked out a lot in the
prison gym, which a lot of prisoners did, either to protect themselves from
bigger and more powerful prisoners, or maybe to better inflict themselves on
smaller and weaker prisoners for whatever favors or pleasures they might get
from that.

He said his name was Pedro, and he looked warily at the bigger and equally well
built Jerry. At the same time, he had a grin on his face, and Jerry figured
they'd get along real good as they got to know each other better.

The fourth prisoner was a big man, maybe about thirty, named Jake. He must have
been six-one or -two and weighed about two-twenty, just about all of it muscle.
He clearly worked out in the gym for whatever he had in mind to do with his size
and strength.



 Jerry knew that in prisons, despite the many regulations and confinement, sex,
sexual assaults and rapes were not at all uncommon among the prisoners, with
some of the bigger and stronger prisoners, if they were so inclined, taking
every advantage they could over the smaller and weaker prisoners. Jerry wondered
what Jake's inclinations might be. He also couldn't help but wonder what his own
fate might be. In fact, he knew he was also sort of looking forward to finding
out.

Jake was pretty easy to talk to, however, and Jerry soon found out that on the
outside, Jake was in auto repair and worked in the service department of a Ford
dealership in Montgomery.

Then, after a couple of minor run-ins with the police, he got into a brawl in a
bar in which, due to his size, he unintentionally gave another guy a major
concussion when he dropped him on his head. Jake knew that he could get angry if
he was really provoked, and might hurt another guy, and so the judge thought he
ought to spend some time in prison until he was able to train himself to get
along with people a little better.

Jake didn't seem to mind the sentence and, like Jerry, also figured he'd use the
time to get his act together, as he put it, and then start all over again.

Altogether, Jerry found himself liking both Pedro and Jake, and, like them,
pretty much ignored Eddie.

The cell was about eight by twelve feet, not very big, but not too small either.
Steel double bunk beds were on each side. Pedro, on top, and Jake, on bottom,
shared one side, Eddie had the top bunk on the other side, so Jerry took the
lower there.

Soon after he got to his cell, at 11:30 am, Jerry saw and heard the automatic
cell doors open to let all the prisoners in his section out to go to lunch, and
Jerry followed his three cell mates to the mess hall. There, each prisoner was
issued a plastic tray and a plastic spoon, then was given some hamburger, fries
and a small salad, plus a drink, which he took to what looked like plain steel
picnic tables bolted to the floor. After the meal, each prisoner was required to
turn in his tray and spoon under the watchful eye of a guard to be sure he
didn't try to walk off with it.

After thirty minutes for lunch, they were then marched back to their cells and
the cell door closed and locked behind them. Guards and cameras were positioned
to keep them under surveillance every minute.

When Jerry asked about that routine, both Jake and Pedro said it was the same
every day, and was about the same for breakfast and supper too.

In the afternoon, at two o'clock, their cell door opened again. That was when
the prisoners had their slight taste for freedom and when they could go to the
prison yard for some fresh air and maybe a game of pickup basketball, or maybe
go to the prison gym where the weights, boxing speed bags, and wrestling mats
were. All three of the gym facilities were popular with the prisoners as a way
to work off their excess energy as well as to build themselves up physically.

While Eddie stayed behind in the cell, which was permitted, Jerry, Pedro and
Jake went out to the prison yard and gym. The wrestling mats caught Jerry's eyes
almost immediately, and he walked over to them, accompanied by both Pedro and
Jake.

"Hey, guys, this is neat," said Jerry, with a grin crossing his face. "Yeah,"
replied Jake, "it's not bad at all" as he watched Jerry's expression out of the
corner of his eye.

He was thinking and saying to himself, checking out Jerry's muscular build and
apparent interest in the wrestling mats, `Yeah, not bad at all!'

Six men, in three sets, were working out on the mats. Every one of them was
powerfully built and muscular, and dressed only in their prison shorts, which
was permitted, and which showed a lot of skin and muscle. Jerry could also see
by their tight and bulging trunks that at least four of them were at least
partially aroused as they wrestled around with each other. And, by the holds
they were taking on each other, he could see the reason why.

As he watched them, he felt his own big cock get long and hard, which both Jake
and Pedro noticed too.

Jake and Pedro, who seemed to be very comfortable and close to each other, then
went over to the weights for their own workout in the time allotted, and Jerry
joined them to work out with them too.

Jake and Pedro were watching Jerry closely to see how he was doing with the
weights, and were pleased when they saw he was real familiar and comfortable
with them, and could handle as much weight and reps as they did, each in his own
way.

Eventually, the bell rang and all of the prisoners had to return to their cells
so that the prisoners in the other cell blocks could come out and work out too.

Back in their cell, Pedro and Jake went to sack out in their own bunks, which
Eddie was already doing, and so Jerry sacked out in his own bunk as well.

So far, it had been a full day, with a lot of new experiences and sensations,
and he didn't mind taking a break from it now until supper time, when the lunch
routine was repeated.

The cell was also equipped with a single steel desk, with two steel seats
attached to it, which let half the cell mates sit at the desk at any time. Jerry
noticed a half dozen magazines on the desk, including two wrestling magazines
and two body building magazines.

`Must be,' thought Jerry, `at least one of these guys, Jake and Pedro, or both,
are interested in wrestling. Hmmmm, maybe that's got some potential there too!'

Lights went out at 10 pm, and the entire cell block went completely dark, except
for the red exit signs. However, infra-red and night cameras displayed the walks
in front of the cells, while sound and motion sensors were put in various places
to pick up any unusual sounds or movements. The cells themselves, however, were
generally dark and unchecked.

It had been a full day for Jerry, and he was ready to sack out when the lights
went out. For an hour or two, he slept soundly. But then he awoke and became
aware of various sounds coming from nearby cells. Soft sounds, maybe a murmur or
a groan somewhere, maybe of flesh being rubbed or softly slapped, or other
similar sounds.

Then he became aware of some of the sounds coming from his own cell. It was
dark, with what little light there was coming from the exit sign at the end of
the cell block. But in the dim light of the moon coming in through the narrow
window of his cell, he could see some movement on the opposite side of the cell.

He couldn't make out what it was, but it seemed like two figures, one bigger, on
the bottom, and the other, smaller, on top, were positioned sort of head to toe.

It was a position Jerry was familiar with, being just like two wrestlers
deadlocked in a double figure-four head scissors on each other, with each one's
big, long and hard rod stabbed deep down into the other's mouth until one or the
other would give in, or they would shoot their full loads of hot white cum deep
down into the other's mouth and throat.

As Jerry watched them, he felt his own big rod grow long and hard in sympathy
with them. He'd knew he'd like to get into that action too. It was Jake and
Pedro.

But he knew it was just his first day in prison, and he'd be here for a lot of
days yet.

So that would just have to wait for another time. He dozed off again until the
wake-up alarm sounded at 6:30 for the prisoners to get up, get dressed, and get
ready for breakfast at 7:00 am.

His first full day in prison began just like the previous one had gone, as far
as the meals and exercise routine went. After they got back from breakfast,
Jerry found both Jake and Pedro quiet but real easy to talk with. Jerry could
see they were both very cautious and uncertain about him, and would remain so
until they had a better chance to size him up, when they might open up just a
little more.

Soon after breakfast, while all four were just sitting around their cell, for by
now Eddie had gotten up and joined them for breakfast, although he went back to
his bunk soon after they got back from breakfast, Jerry was sitting at the desk.
Jake was sitting in the other seat and Pedro was sacked out in his bunk, when
Jerry picked up the wrestling magazine and began to casually thumb through it.
Jake noticed what he was doing and said, initiating the conversation for almost
the first time, "Hey man, you into wrestling? You look like you got a pretty
good build!"


"Oh yeah, man, it makes for a real good workout and sometimes it's a real
 turn-on too!" was Jerry's easy reply.

"How about you? This your magazine, or Pedro's or maybe both?" asked Jerry
casually.

"Yeah, me and Pedro both like to go messing around, and sometimes me and him
work out on the mats together.

"Maybe you and one or both of us should work out some time too. Gets sort of
tired messing around with the same guys all the time," was Jake's equally casual
reply.

`Yeah,' thought Jerry, `maybe we had oughta do that some time - which could be
real good, for sure!' an easy grin covering his face when he glanced over at
Jake, who had a similar grin back for him. And, with a glance over to Pedro, who
was listening to them, Jerry could see the grin on Pedro's face as well. Were
they all maybe thinking the same thing?

Jerry knew he wouldn't mind at all wrestling around with Pedro any time he'd
like, but he was particularly taken with the idea of wrestling around with the
much bigger Jake. Jerry knew he always liked to wrestle around with bigger guys,
who more likely than not, would really work him over.

But he always liked, and was able, to take a lot of punishment, which sometimes
didn't turn out to be very different from some good S&M wrestling, which he also
like to get into. Given the right opponent, bigger, heavier and stronger, but
hopefully also reasonably careful not to do any real damage or take it too far,
that would be best of all.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when a guard came to their cell
door, and Jake quickly getting up and put on his prison work boots. Then the
door slid open and Jake went out, preceded by the guard, and they went out down
the cell block until they were out of sight.

"Hey Pedro," said Jerry, "what was that all about? Where'd Jake go, and what did
he do?"

"No problema, man. Jake works a couple of hours a day in the prison laundry
working on and fixing the big laundry machines. One week he works ten to noon
mornings, and then the second week he works ten to midnight nights. He's real
good at the machines, and earns about a dollar a day, which is real good here in
prison, and takes care of all sorts of little expenses. Maybe you ought to see
if you could join him some time!"

Jerry knew he wouldn't mind at all having something to do instead of just
sitting around his cell, go to meals, and work out. "Yeah, sounds like a good
idea, for sure!"

That afternoon, after Jake got back from the laundry and after their noon meal,
he talked with Jake about his job, and asked him how he could get a job in the
laundry too. Jake told him just to see the head guard at one of the meals, and
they'd take it from there.

The following week, when one of the guards came to escort Jake to the laundry,
he motioned for Jerry to join him, and all three went to the big, old and dark
prison laundry, where the big machines were turning and grinding away, doing
their thing.

Jake moved to his work station, which was overseeing and tending to the
machines. Jerry was assigned by the guards to go over to the huge open bin where
all the dirty laundry of the day had been thrown in a huge heap. His job there,
with a few other prisoners similarly assigned, was to take the individual
sheets, towels, uniforms and everything else heaped in the pile and then
separate everything into smaller similar piles, which would then be ready to go
into the various and appropriate machines.

It was hot work, and Jerry saw that the other prisoners had taken off all of
their own clothes and shoes, to keep them clean, and stripped down to just their
prison uniform shorts. After they were finished their shift, they could then
shower, get cleaned up and put their regular clothes back on to return to their
cells.

Jerry did the same. Within just a few minutes he had the hang of it and was
working alongside the half dozen or so other prisoners assigned to the same job.

Jerry noticed that a couple of the prisoners, one a real hunky looking black
prisoner and another just as hunky looking white prisoner were off to one side,
sort of working together, and involved in a lot of horseplay and shoving each
other around.

He could also see, by the clock on the wall and the pile of dirty laundry in
front of them, that they'd finish their part of the job well before their shift
ended, and could slacken off a while. Then the two sort of disappeared.

Jerry went over to where he'd last seen them, and saw them locked together at
the bottom of the pile of dirty laundry. The white hunk was on his hands and
knees deep in the pile of soiled laundry, with the black hunk on his back,
riding him like a horse. Jerry could tell he had his big, long and hard rod
stabbed deep into the other man's exposed and waiting butt.

He could also see both the pain and grin on their faces. As the laundry area was
secure from the rest of the prison, there were no guards in the area, and if
there were any cameras around, nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them.

`Yeah,' thought Jerry, `this job could really turn out to be interesting. I
wonder where Jake is, and if he doesn't come over once in a while too?'

Just as he had that thought, he saw Jake on the overhead walkway which
surrounded the dirty laundry pit. He was looking at both of the prisoners making
out over in the corner with each other, and then over to Jerry. A smile crossed
his face, while another smile crossed Jerry's face as he looked back at him.

`Yeah,' thought Jerry, `this is looking better all the time! Maybe it could be
me and Jake next time! I know I'd sure like that!'

After both had returned to their cell and Jerry had just about fallen sleep, he
felt Jake's big hand run over his head, down his back and over his butt. Despite
the huge size of his hand, which Jerry knew was a very powerful one, his touch
was soft and sensitive.

Jerry smiled as he felt Jake's hand run back and forth over him and then he fell
asleep.

The next week went by surprisingly quickly. Eddie stayed pretty much to himself,
although Jerry sensed he was more alert to what was going on around him than he
let on. But apparently he just didn't want to get involved in it.

Pedro was always good natured, and a couple of times Jerry watched him working
out on the weights, at which he was real good, and which clearly resulted in is
having such a great and muscular build.

And he and Jake got to watching each other more and more too, as if working
themselves up to messing around with each other, one way or another, but neither
quite yet willing to make the first move.

Between times, Jerry also learned that Jake was serving a one-to-three year
term, so he'd probably be there until after Jerry would be released. As a
result, Jerry knew he'd need to make the first move if they were to get to mess
around with each other, which he wanted to do more and more every day.

Meanwhile, when they got to their daily workout hours in the prison gym, he'd
already watched a couple of times when Jake had gotten into a couple of
wrestling matches on the mats himself.

Once, it was with a guy somewhat smaller them himself who was about Jerry's
size. At first, Jake took it easy on him while apparently encouraging him back
to be as hard on him in return as he liked. It looked like Jake liked being
pressured.

But then the other man tried deliberately to stick his finger into Jake's eye,
which Jake had warned him against earlier. And then, following that, and
ignoring the first warning, the other man then followed that by almost twisting
Jake's foot off his ankle when Jake had deliberately exposed his ankle for the
other man to grab if he liked. But he still didn't want it to be broken,
particularly to his opponent`s advantage.

That was therefore a very bad move on the other guy's part. Suddenly, and with
almost no effort, Jake twisted free of the other man, proceeded to pick him up,
and then smashed him down bodily on the mat.

It was just hard enough not to break any of the guy's bones, but pretty close to
it. The other guy, getting Jake's silent message to him, left the mat without a
word immediately afterwards.

In another match, when Jake was messing around with a guy who was even bigger
and heavier than he was, but obviously not nearly as strong or experienced, the
other guy deliberately tripped Jake to fall down to the mat. Then the other man
dropped down hard on top of him before Jake could even position himself to
withstand the blow, to the effect that he was almost crushed under the other
man's weight.

Jake took exception to that unexpected move and blow. He quickly threw the other
man off him, got up, and then picked the other and bigger man up like he was a
sack of potatoes, and smashed him down to the mat in return too. It took the
other man a moment or two to recover, and even then he only got up groggily. But
then he soon saw the light and daggers in Jake's eye, and decided to call it off
as well.

Later, when they were back in their cell, Jake was no more than being back to
his regular affable self.

From that, however, Jerry figured Jake could be real dangerous if he were unduly
provoked, but otherwise he seemed real considerate of the guys he was wrestling
around with. Jerry could see most of the times he was only matching the other
man in their moves, one for one, but not overwhelming them.

He saw too that Jake didn't have any problem with all sorts of crotch holds, pec
squeezing and punching and other stuff which weren't normally permitted, but
were in line with "anything goes" wrestling so long as none of it caused any
real injuries or damages.

Jerry only hoped Jake would take the same approach with him if they'd ever get
to wrestling around, which he hoped more and more would be real soon.

A couple more weeks went by, with Jake back on the day shift while Jerry
remained on the night shift. But then, the following week, both of them were
assigned to the night shift together.

Even before then, at night in their cell, Jake approached Jerry more and more
and soon began to make some wrestling moves on him both when they were awake and
just resting in their cell, and a night when they were presumably in their
bunks.

Jake messed around with him only lightly however, most likely because he was not
yet sure about Jerry's reaction to him. Assaults by one prisoner against another
in their cells was prohibited, and if caught, the guilty prisoner was subject to
major penalties. Jake knew he was watched as a result of his temper when
provoked, and didn't want any more trouble than he could help.

Still, Jerry felt himself getting more and more aroused when once, when they
were fooling around in their cell, which was getting more and more common, a
couple of times Jake got him from the rear and tried to pull his arms back, with
Jerry getting really aroused as he took Jake' punishment. Jerry liked the
masochistic feel of big Jake working him over, and knew Jake liked the sadistic
feel of seeing how far he could stretch Jerry out before Jerry would give in.

But Jerry soon began to reciprocate, and a couple of times he got on top of
Jake, in his lower bunk, and got some easy wrestling holds on him. Jerry could
tell Jake had no problem with that, or for anything else Jerry might want to do
to him, even though he never said anything.

Jerry knew he now wanted to really get into it even more with the big man, the
harder the better, no matter how it might turn out. He also knew by now Jake
felt the same way about him. Both knew what they wanted and were ready for the
other one just as soon as possible.

Two nights later they did get into it. Both Jerry and Jake were on the night
shift at the laundry. By now, Jerry knew they could finish their work with at
least an hour left over. Jake's work was similar, with an hour left over too.

With just a nod of understanding, Jerry and his fellow prisoners set to work
over the accumulated laundry, while the other prisoners sensed something was up
between Jake and Jerry, most likely getting into it with each other. That in
itself wasn't too unusual, as the lightly guarded laundry room saw some other
action between other prisoners as well.

As the prisoners worked, Jerry gradually moved over toward one corner of the bin
where it was darkest. There he made up some rolls of dirty laundry and shifted
them to the bottom of a pile, and then he shifted some sheets on top of them to
form sort of a mat on which he and Jake could wrestle around.

He'd hardly finished when he saw Jake appear on the catwalk above them. Jake had
just finished fixing one of the machines which had broken down. It was hot work,
and so he'd stripped down to just his prison shorts and work boots, and was
otherwise buck naked. He looked real good, and Jerry felt his big tool grow long
and hard just looking at him. He also saw Jake's even bigger rod grow even
harder and longer as its big and swollen heart shaped end showed out through the
bottom of his shorts. Jerry began to get an idea of what he might be in for if
he wrestled with the big man.

Although the other prisoners gave the appearance of continuing to work at the
dirty laundry, their eyes and minds were focused entirely on Jerry and Jake.
They knew that while both were powerfully built and muscular, Jake was a lot
bigger, stronger and older than Jerry.

They wondered if Jerry knew what he might be letting himself in for?

Jerry wondered too, but the urge to get into it with Jake was too great for him
to resist.

In the next instant, Jake, on the catwalk above the laundry bin, flipped over
the railing and landed on his hand and knees on the soft laundry right at
Jerry's feet. Then, in the next instant, looking up at Jerry and grinning at
him, as eager to get into it with Jerry as Jerry was with him, he grabbed
Jerry's ankle and began to pull him down on top of him.

Jerry liked that. Their match began.

Jerry had already sensed that Jake liked to be manhandled and punished. He also
knew that he couldn't really hurt Jake, even if he wanted to, as Jake could
always escape him, one way or another. Not that Jerry couldn't give Jake a
pretty hard time of it if he wanted, and Jake would feel Jerry's punishment of
him.

But still, Jake would always survive, while it was Jerry who was in the greater
danger. He knew that Jake could take a lot of punishment, and liked it. So if
Jake didn't come back at Jerry too hard, in case he did take exception to what
Jerry wanted to do with him, it shouldn't come as too big a surprise, or be
clearly dangerous.

However, if Jake really got tee'd off at some point, then that could go real bad
for Jerry. Jerry figured he'd just have to take his chances with the big Jake as
he now couldn't resist getting into him, nor, he sensed, could Jake resist
getting into it with him either.

As soon as Jake brought Jerry down on top of him, Jerry got on Jake's big
muscular back, grabbed one of Jake's big arms to bring it up behind him and over
his butt, while wrapping his other arm around Jake's throat in a sort of
choke-hold, but didn't make it too tight. Just enough to signal to Jake that he
was ready to take him on, one-on-one, for however it might turn out.

For a minute or two, they struggled against each other, Jake to free himself
from Jerry's holds on him, and Jerry to keep his holds and position on top of
Jake. As they struggled back and forth, Jerry, whose big cock was already long
and hard, found himself trying to use it to penetrate Jake's big and solid butt
however he could.

As Jake struggled, he not only felt Jerry's holds on him trying to immobilize
him, but also Jerry's big, hard boner trying to get into him But while he didn't
like to get into anal penetrations, it was clear to both of them that Jake
didn't mind at all Jerry's trying. Nor was Jerry's idea on the matter any
different when Jake tried to stiff his big rod into Jerry's butt in return later
on.

Eventually, Jake was able to get his arm free from Jerry's hold on him and
slowly rolled over on his back, but Jerry loosening his choke hold on him so
that he could still remain on top of him. So that now they were face to face,
their faces only a couple of inches apart. The slight grin on both of their
faces showed that they liked what they were doing so far.

Jerry then released his loose choke hold on Jake and lifted himself slightly off
the big man in sort of a pushup so that now he'd be able to grab one of Jake's
massive pecs in each of his fists and begin to crush and squeeze them as hard as
he could. A tight pec claw hold was a favorite he liked to take on another guy,
and have taken on himself just as well, generally as hard as possible. He hoped
Jake had no problem with it, and it was a signal to Jake that it was something
he liked taken on himself at any time in return.

Finding his own huge pecs being crushed in Jerry's tight and crushing hold on
them, Jake easily figured that must be one of Jerry's favorite holds to get
caught in too. And so, reaching up, he similarly grabbed one of Jerry's own
thick pecs in each of his own huge hands, and began to crush and squeeze his own
big pecs just as hard back in return. Jerry liked that, as he always did.

For a couple of minutes, each felt the sensation of the other's muscled flesh
being crushed in his own hands, while his own muscled flesh was being similarly
squeezed real hard by the other. It felt real good to both, and neither wanted
to be the first to let go.

Later on in their long match, they reversed the holds more than once, and then
it would be the massive Jake coming down on top of Jerry, which Jerry always
liked even more, to be on the bottom when he could reach Jake's massive pecs
coming down on top of him and reach up to squeeze them as hard as he could to
keep Jake from coming down any harder on him. Which, of course, he had no
problem with any time either.



Then Jerry shifted his legs over so that one of them would be outside Jake's big
legs, and the other would be positioned right between Jake's legs directly over
all of his now big, hard and bulging male equipment. Then, after Jerry got
himself properly positioned, he pressed his own big and thickly muscled upper
thigh hard into Jake's now hard and bulging male junk until he'd just about
crushed all of it against Jake's own lower bone structure.

Jake took the punishment without even flinching. Finding that, Jerry jammed his
big leg repeatedly even harder into Jake's big crotch, pounding and punishing
him even more.

Jerry had by now sort of figured that Jake seemed to like taking a lot of
punishment. Or at least he hoped he was right on that score. But then, working
Jake over almost as hard as he could right now, with Jake not even hardly
flinching or making any complaint to him, he figured Jake not only didn't have
any problem with it, but was very much liking it.

And for what might be a lot of punishment for most guys, Jake was so big and
tough it took a lot more to really get to him. Whatever, Jerry knew he was
liking the almost sadistic punishment he was giving Jake, while the masochistic
Jake was liking just as much all that Jerry was giving him.



Jake wasn't about to let Jerry get away with too much, however, figuring Jerry
probably liked much the same thing taken on himself. Gradually, and with Jerry
hardly even noticing it, he began to bring one of his own legs up underneath
Jerry until he was able to get his big foot up and positioned directly into
Jerry's own big and bulging crotch.

Then, slowly at first but not stopping, he jammed his huge foot hard into
Jerry's crotch, crushing his thick and bulging cock and balls as he did, and
pushed Jerry up and away from him. At the same time, he also slowly grabbed both
of Jerry's hands by pulling them off his pecs, and pushed them up so that Jerry
soon found himself suspended in mid-air, held tightly in place only by Jake's
powerful grip on his hands and Jake's big foot jammed into his crotch hard
against his big, throbbing cock and balls, with most of his weight coming down
on top of them.

For Jerry, it was agony, particularly as Jake then began to juggle his hands
around to shake Jerry up some more while his foot did the same, crushing Jerry's
big thick cock and balls still more.

Jerry looked down at Jake's face and saw the small grin covering it. He knew his
own grin matched Jakes as, despite the predicament and pain he was in, he knew
he was liking every masochistic second of it.

For a along minute and then some, Jake kept it up, knowing it was probably
hurting Jerry at least some. But at the same time, he knew Jerry liked it too
Only then did he begin to let Jerry down easily and then give him another minute
to recover from it too.

Jerry appreciated that, and as he quickly recovered, he tried to figure out what
to do with Jake next, while Jake waited for him to make that next move.

Jerry knew it wouldn't be easy to match Jake muscle for muscle and move for
move, so he had to figure out something else. Which he soon did.

`Smother and choke the bejessus out of him,' thought Jerry as he suddenly got on
Jake, who was once again on his back, and got a tight body press and figure-four
head scissors on the big man.

Jerry had real thick and powerful thighs, being on the more or less short and
stocky side, and knew that whenever he could get a good scissors on another man,
the other man would really feel it, particularly if it was a combo body press
and head scissors, in which he could blind and suffocate the other man as well.

It worked fine as he got his specialty on Jake this time. Suddenly he caught
Jake's head perfectly and tight between his thick and muscular thighs, and then
he jammed his whole big cock and balls fully and hard against Jake's face to
blind and suffocate him in the hold as well.

Until now, although their loose prison shorts had already almost come off a
couple of times, thus far they were still on the two. But now, as they wrestled
back and forth, Jake reached up blindly to rip Jerry's shorts off him so they
wouldn't be loose in his face even though that would now mean Jerry's big and
throbbing naked cock and balls would be pressed tightly against his face.

Feeling Jake ripping his shorts off him, Jerry lost no time in pulling Jake's
shorts off in return. So from now on they would wrestle completely naked as they
fought each other.

From here, this match between the two prisoners, who were also cell mates, the
big and powerfully muscular Jake and the smaller but no less muscular Jerry, got
even more intense in the darkened prison laundry. As the two fought and wrestled
back and forth, the other prisoners now stopped their own work entirely to watch
the action between the two. It sure did look good.


Jerry now found himself on top of the bigger, older, more muscular and stronger
Jake as they wrestled each other back and forth in the darkened laundry room of
the Dulin State Prison, where both of them shared the same cell with two other
men.

They'd already been wrestling back and forth for close to half an hour and were
still just getting into it and getting used to wrestling with each other. Jerry
knew he'd really wanted to get into it with Jake ever since he first saw him,
even though he knew Jake had a reputation for violence if and when he ever got
provoked.

Still, when he wasn`t provoked, which was most of the time, Jake seemed to be a
real decent guy. In wrestling with him, Jerry just hoped things would stay that
way. But that still remained to be seen.

Meanwhile, right now, Jerry tightened his figure-four head scissors hold on
Jake. At first, he got it from the side, getting Jake's head caught between his
legs, with Jake facing upwards so that he couldn't get too much leverage to
break out of his hold.

But then slowly Jerry was able to shift around to get Jake in the same hold, but
now getting on top of him to use his own weight to hold Jake down as well. From
there, he got Jake directly under him and gave him a smothering face full of his
long and hard tool and bulging balls. He could feel Jake's mouth open under him
to help him breathe, but that then only let Jerry plunge his big long dip stick
hard forcefully deep down Jake's throat to choke and blind him even more.

If Jake was surprised, or didn't like it, Jerry knew that the big man might just
 chomp down on his thick hunk of meat and that would be the end of it and him.
 But nothing happened as Jerry then began to stab his big rod deeper and deeper
 down Jake's waiting mouth and throat. Although Jake moaned some as his mouth
and throat were filled with all of Jake's swollen male equipment, he didn't
fight him back either.

At one point, Jerry felt Jake shake his big rod out of his mouth, and suck both
of his big balls down into his mouth instead. Jerry wasn't too sure about that
move and tried to pull them back out. But when he did, Jake wouldn't open his
mouth to let them go, so Jerry just had to stick with his own now reverse
punishment until Jake would finally release him.

After a couple of minutes, Jake did release Jerry's balls out of his mouth. But
then quickly, before Jake could do anything else, Jerry once again aimed his big
rod directly of Jake's mouth and once again stabbed it deep down into Jake's
throat. Jake once again took the whole thing in and felt and tasted the whole
thick and slippery rod of it as it was now jammed even deeper down his throat.

As Jake seemed to be ok with that, Jerry figured if maybe he could pressure Jake
some more some other way too, he'd see what else he could do on top of it.

Already having Jake in a real good, tight and smothering figure-four head
scissors, and both wrestlers naked, wet with sweat and getting more and more
aroused with each other with all their cockfighting, that meant Jake's own
enormous, long and thick rod was sticking up right in front of Jerry's own face,
exposed to whatever sadistic torture Jerry might want to work on it too.

Which Jerry knew what it would be. Slowly, he released one of his hands from
under Jake's massive upper leg, which he'd been holding on to in order to keep
his own hold on Jake tight. He then grabbed Jake's big and hard tool and slowly
began to push it forward, like a stick shift in a pickup truck going into
reverse, down between Jake's massively big and thick legs.

At first, Jake hardly reacted to this new pressure Jerry was beginning to work
on him. But Jerry knew he was bending it unnaturally, and soon it would either
break off, or Jake would have to react to escape Jerry's torturing hold on it.

For a moment, working all the pressure he could on Jake, Jerry had forgotten
that while Jake was ordinarily so good natured, he could get almost violent if
he felt he was really being hurt or wronged. Such as what he might be doing to
Jake right now, Jerry suddenly realized.

But still, nothing happened, while Jake continued to take Jerry's torture on
him. Jerry moved slowly, however, knowing that's how he himself liked to be
punished and tortured. Enough to enjoy the pain, but at the same time having
enough time to either escape or signal that it was probably, at some point,
enough.

Finally, after Jerry felt like he must be near almost breaking Jake's big rod
clear off him, Jake began to react. By now, Jerry had figured Jake must really
like a lot of pain, however, and must be liking to get into some S&M.

At the same time, Jerry figured he must be doing something right too, to have
been able to go this far with Jake, and with Jake really liking to take a lot of
punishment. Jerry knew he liked it pretty much the same way himself, just so
long as no real damage was done.

Suddenly, Jerry became aware that Jake, while continuing to take Jerry's
punishment on his big rod by almost breaking it off his body, he had at the same
time begun to push one of his own big and strong hands up between his face and
Jerry's big load of junk, which was still smothering and crushing against his
face with Jerry's tight head scissors on him.

Slowly and easily then Jake grabbed and began to pull Jerry's own big rod, still
long and hard, out of his mouth so that he could first at least breathe a little
more freely.

Then, almost crushing Jerry's own big rod in his fist just as Jerry was doing to
him, he one-handedly, with his massive strength, began to push Jerry's own big
and hard rod up to break his head scissors on him. Then he pushed Jerry up even
higher, with almost Jerry's whole body weight coming down against his own big
tool, until Jake had him suspended high overhead in a one-handed dead lift.

Jerry knew, even though he had now lost his tight head scissors on Jake in this
almost effortless move by Jake, he did like the feeling of being held up in the
air by just his big boner alone. He was able to reduce the pain and pressure on
his rod at least a little by reaching down to brace his hands on Jake's big legs
just to ease the pressure as much as he could on his own big stiff rod, but it
was only a partial help.

After holding Jerry aloft for a couple of minutes, but knowing the strain it was
putting on Jerry's big tool, Jake began to shift his hand over to one side, with
Jerry's rod still tightly held in its powerful grip, until he had rolled both of
them over and reversed their positions so that the big and muscular Jake was now
fully on top of Jerry, head to toe, in a massive body press, while still holding
on to Jerry`s big and still rock hard rod too.

Jerry realized exactly what Jake was doing and liked it, particularly when Jake
now proceeded to get the same tight figure-four head scissors on him that he had
just been holding on Jake.

Now Jerry felt his own whole head caught tightly between Jake's massive legs and
thighs, with Jake's even more massive and bulging big cock and balls pressing
hard against his face, blinding and suffocating him as they did.

Jerry knew he sure like that. And, at the same time, Jake still continued to
crush Jerry's big rod in his fist and bend it forward between his legs, too.
Man, he knew it was about as masochistic a punishment he could take, but he
still hoped Jake wouldn't end it any time soon even though it was almost killing
him.

But then, to add to Jerry's predicament even more, just as Jake had been forced
to earlier, Jerry had to open his mouth to breathe. And with Jake's smothering
head scissors on him, that let Jake take advantage of the situation as he
stabbed his whole enormously long, thick and hard tool deep down into Jerry's
mouth and throat.

Jerry liked that even more. The whole thing about having Jake's massive weight
on him, being smothered by Jake's head scissors around his head, and now having
Jake's huge tool stabbed down his throat, just about totaled him out completely.
He knew he sure liked the full punishment of it all too.

`Yeah,' thought Jerry, `you got me all the way, Jake, but I'm loving every
minute of it!'

For the next couple of minutes, Jake continued his pressing and choking torture
on Jerry, while Jerry tried desperately to escape. But the whole thing felt so
good to both of them that neither wanted to be the first to end it.

Finally, Jake, knowing he'd been punishing Jerry long and hard enough, much as
he knew Jerry liked all of it, Jake began to ease his crushing and choking
pressure on Jerry. First he began by releasing his hold and the pressure on
Jake's big rod, and then by shifting himself off the smaller man, thereby easing
up on his head scissors on Jerry. Then by pulling his big rod out of Jerry's
mouth and throat, and finally by rolling off Jerry back on to the sheets on
which they were wrestling.

All of the other prisoners assigned to the laundry had been watching them
through the whole thing. Most of them liked to wrestle around similarly, and
knew the pain and torture both Jerry and Jake had been giving and taking from
each other. They liked the vicarious pain and pressure they were getting from
the whole thing too.

Jake waited for Jerry to recover. But by this time, he had also figured that
Jerry like to be tortured, and was maybe more into the "M" than the "S" part of
the equation, and while he generally let Jerry take the lead, being the smaller
of the two, he'd continue working Jerry over, as long as Jerry didn't complain,
knowing he himself liked the "S" role as well as the "M" role too.

Suddenly, as Jake was on his back waiting for Jerry to recover, Jerry did so,
and in one leap he jumped back on top of Jake, head to toe, and with both
powerfully muscled wrestlers, now naked and wet with sweat, Jerry got Jake in
another powerfully tight head scissors. He knew it was one of their favorite
holds to both take and get caught in, and one the liked to get into over and
over again.

But this time, before Jerry had a chance to really tighten his hold on the big
Jake, Jake flipped up both of his powerful legs and caught Jerry in another
powerful head scissors of his own.

It wasn't as tight as he could have taken with his powerful legs, but it was
tight enough so that Jerry couldn't escape it either. And then, in the next
move, he broke out of Jerry's own head scissors on him, so that now it was only
Jake who had the head scissors on Jerry.

As soon as Jerry realized his head was caught between Jake's massive legs, he
tried first to pull out, then flip out and then bridge out, like a fish caught
in a net and landing on the deck of a boat.

But he couldn't escape Jake's head scissors on him, hard as he tried. Each time
Jerry tried to pull out one way or another, Jake just rolled himself around,
following him and bringing the helpless Jerry along with him. Jerry had a strong
neck, however, which Jake had already realized, and liked the punishment Jake
was subjecting him now by not letting him go.

In fact, Jerry had gotten into an S&M match with another guy only a couple of
weeks ago just before he was picked up and sentenced to his present prison term.
In that match too, the other man had trapped Jerry in a similar tight head
scissors, forcing him to struggle to escape his predicament, until the other man
eased his hold just a little and Jerry was able to make his escape.

Se he now enjoyed what Jake was doing to him even though he was being flipped
over and back and forth from side to side like a hooked fish in a boat by Jake,
who wouldn't let him go. Eventually, however, Jake figured maybe he had held it
long enough, and eased his scissors on Jerry's head just enough to let him
escape.

Again, Jerry recovered quickly from the punishment Jake had just been giving
him. He knew he was big enough to get back at the powerful Jake in the same
punishing hold. However, he began to figure maybe there was another way he could
get back at Jake which might be just as good.

Before Jake pulled away, Jerry, now recovered, therefore twisted suddenly, while
Jake was on his back, and jumped on Jake's massive and powerfully muscled chest
to straddle it, his knees and feet facing toward Jake's head while he faced
Jake's feet. Then he moved back just a few inches until he felt Jake's face
positioned exactly under his butt.

In the next instant, before Jake could react, he dropped his whole upper body
weight and his naked, solid and wet butt, directly on Jake's face to blind and
suffocate him in it. He felt Jake's nose, eyes and mouth sink deeply into the
dark and deep canyon of his butt, hopefully being suffocated there. He knew he'd
hit it just right too.

While Jake was bigger and stronger that Jerry overall, Jerry's own weight and
strength weren't really too far behind Jake's either. And now with Jerry's
almost full weight on top of just his head and face, Jake knew he was in for
some punishment from Jerry as long as Jerry kept sitting on him, or until he
could someway dislodge Jerry and get him off him.

Jake, however, also liked the feel and challenge of having another guy sit fully
on his face, knew that Jerry liked it too, and knew Jerry liked the same
challenge when he was the bottom man and another guy was sitting full on his
face.

So Jake, suffocating as he was, was in no rush to escape what Jerry was doing to
him. And then he also figured that maybe this was another move he could reverse
and take on Jerry some time too.

If and when he did, it wouldn't be quite so hard due to his weight and size
difference, but at least enough for Jerry to feel it and like it. He was right,
too.

That was just what Jerry liked even though he was almost crushed and suffocated
in it, when their positions were later reversed and Jake sat just as long and
fully, except just a little more lightly on Jerry's face in return.

For now, however, as he knew Jake was too tough to give in, Jerry himself
figured it was about time to let Jake up from his face sitting punishment.

But then, as Jake began to get back on to his hands and knees from Jerry`s
having been sitting on his face, before he could recover completely Jerry jumped
on his back wrapped his legs around Jake's powerful lower body.

Then from there he got Jake in a massive neck lock, trying to push Jake's head
and neck down almost as if he were trying to break Jake's head off clear off his
powerfully muscled body.

Jerry had already noticed that Jake had one of the thickest and strongest necks
of any guy he had ever known, and he suspected Jake liked to have his neck
worked on to his maximum strength. So Jerry figured now he'd oblige him on it.
He was right. Trying to break Jake's neck off his body was like trying to push a
fully grown oak tree down with one hand. It didn't work, but he knew Jake liked
him to try it as hard as he could.

For a couple of long minutes Jerry also rode Jake's big back like a bucking
bronco, while Jake tried to throw him off. But Jerry managed to hold on, kicking
his heels repeatedly into Jake's naked and exposed cock and balls to punish him
there too, while Jake just took all of his punishment until he was finally able
to throw Jerry off him. Jerry's sadistic punishment of Jake was matched by
Jake's masochistic willing to take whatever Jerry wanted to give him, to the
pleasure of both.

Eventually, Jake did finally manage to rear up, and, with the slipperiness of
their bodies as a result from all the sweat they'd worked up, Jerry couldn't
keep his hold any longer. Slowly, he slid down and off Jake's back and they
momentarily separated.

That's all it took then for Jake to come back on Jerry. Jerry was expecting it.
He'd now had Jake in two punishing holds, which he knew Jake liked despite the
pain and agony it was giving him. So now he expected, and looked forward to,
whatever Jake would do to him in return.

Jake generally knew it wasn't good, if a match was going to be real good for
both wrestlers, for the heavier and bigger man simply to get on top of the
lighter or smaller man for any length of time. Whenever the heavier man did
that, which was always a temptation for him, it generally resulted in the top
man expending very little of his energy, while the bottom man would soon exhaust
all of his adrenaline and energy just try to stay alive and escape, and the
match would end prematurely.

Still, there were times when it was a good move for the bigger man to get on top
of the smaller man anyway, if the top man positioned himself so as not to really
put his full weight on the bottom man, and give him a chance to breathe and make
his escape without exhausting himself.

Jake, who knew all along what he was doing, figured so far they'd been messing
around real evenly, without his putting too much of the real pressure he was
capable of, on Jerry, and so Jerry was liking the whole match very much himself.


Jake had also already figured out that Jerry liked to be on the bottom, trapped
there by the bigger and heavier man, just so long as he wasn't expected to use
up all or too much of his energy to try to escape his predicament.

Before Jerry could escape this time, therefore, Jake quickly came down on him,
face to face, at first almost crushing him under his powerfully big and muscular
body. Jerry thought that was great, and he only hoped, once again, that Jake
wouldn't keep him trapped too long or before he really would be crushed.

Jake knew again that that would be on Jerry's mind, however, and he quickly
shifted slightly to the side so that while one of his legs was positioned
between Jerry's legs, where it could also come down on Jerry's big load of still
hard and bulging junk to keep up the pressure there, his other leg remained
outside, carrying most of Jake's massive weight with it, so that only part of
Jake's total weight would actually be on top of Jerry to hold him in place.

`Oh man,' thought Jerry, `ol' Jake here is about to crush me, but I just hope
maybe not quite, and it sure does feel good!'

It was, in fact, pretty much a reversal of the same hold and position they were
caught in earlier in their match when their positions were reversed. Both knew
it, and both knew they liked it, both ways.

Slowly, Jake dropped even more of his weight down on Jerry, knowing Jerry liked
the feel of Jake's big, naked and muscular body on top of him. He was right
about that.

But this time, although at first Jerry reached up with both hands to once again
squeeze both of Jake's massive pecs in his fists and crush them all he could, he
thought maybe he'd switch it just a little.

Slowly, he began to release his grip on one of Jake's rock hard pecs, and used
that hand to reach under Jake's huge body to grab his big still long and hard
big rod and thick and bulging balls, pressing down hard on his own thick cock
and balls.

And this time too, instead of just grabbing Jake's big schlong and his bulging
ballglobes, he grabbed around the base of the whole assemblage which connected
all of his junk to his big and powerful body. Then he moved as if to rip the
whole works right off the big man.

For an instant, Jake flinched, not knowing what Jerry was about to do. But then
he hardened and took the pain as Jerry started to pull the whole load of all of
his big male equipment almost right off his body.

But then, in return, figuring what was good for Jerry was good for him too, he
similarly released his own grip on one of Jerry's pecs, reached underneath
himself, still pressing down on Jerry`s whole body, and similarly grabbed
Jerry's whole tool bag around it's own base and began to crush and pull it off
Jerry's own body in return.

When it came to cockfighting and torturing each other's big and now full and
throbbing whole tool bag, they were even, and so, for a couple of long minutes,
each punished the other as hard as he could, while enduring the pain of the same
hold on himself.

Both knew it was a great S&M move, and neither could get enough.

Even as they were trying to pull each other's big cock and balls right off the
other's body, Jake also continued to slowly drop himself down on top of Jerry
even more. He was still keeping a large part, but not all, of his weight off
Jerry, however, so as not to really crush him.

At the same time, he was bringing his own head and face down closer and closer
to Jerry's until finally their faces met. From there, it was then only a couple
of seconds more until their lips met, and then their tongues began to wrestle it
out inside each other's mouth.

`Oh sweet Jesus,' thought Jerry, `what's he going to do next, what with dropping
his crushing weight down on top of me, then almost ripping my cock and balls
right off my body, and now his tongue beating my tongue up inside my own mouth!

`But if I've got to go, this is just the way I want it to happen! Man, it hurts,
but man it feels so good too!'

Then suddenly, feeling himself totally in Jake's power and about to be subjected
to whatever final punishment Jake might have in mind for him, and knowing they
were both so totally aroused that they were both about to shoot their full loads
of all the hot white cum in their bodies, Jerry felt Jake's face lift up and
turn slightly away, as if he were distracted by something. Jerry, suddenly also
slightly released, followed Jake's glance to see what he was looking at.

One of the other prisoners watching them was motioning toward him and Jerry and
pointing to the big clock on the wall. The other prisoner was signaling them
their shift was going to end in about ten minutes, and sometimes the guards came
in a couple of minutes early to be sure the place was cleaned up, because they
wanted to leave soon too.

Jake nodded to him and then turned his attention back to Jerry, now coming down
on him even harder. For a moment Jerry didn't know what he planned to do, but,
with the massive and muscular Jake on top of him, there was little he could do
except take whatever Jake had in mind for him.

He knew that both he and Jake had massive hard-ons with all their wrestling and
cock-fighting, and their big rods were still long, thick and rock-hard as they
were still trying to rip them off each other's body.

And he knew too, at least for himself and he thought probably Jake too, that he
had a huge load of cum built up inside him which was just about ready to explode
out of him whether he was ready for it or not.

Now even more he began to feel Jake's big tool, jutting out stiff and hard from
his hot and wet crotch like a giant crowbar, push it's way down between his
legs. Jerry felt his own big and muscular legs and thighs were still held
tightly together by Jake's even more massive legs on the outside, and there was
nothing he could do to escape Jake's powerful hold on him.

At the same time, he also felt his own rod being crushed as it drove up between
Jake's legs in the same way that Jake was coming down on top of him.

Now both of their rods were being rubbed, tortured and crushed between the
other's massive legs, and neither was hardly able take the pain and pressure it
was putting on them. At the same time, both knew it was also forcing both of
them to come closer and closer to shooting their full loads no matter where it
would end up.

That did it! Suddenly, as each gave one final uncontrollable spasm while they
still remained tightly locked together, both of them felt their hot white cum
juice explode out of their body while at the same time they felt the other's
full load of hot creamy cum juice pour all over their own body.

For what seemed like long minutes, both of their hot wet cum loads poured and
pulsed out while they remained tightly locked together until both were
completely soaked and exhausted.

It took another moment for both to recover. But then, as Jake slid off Jerry and
to his side, he embraced and bear hugged Jerry one final time while Jerry, in
return, reached up and got Jake in a light headlock to keep him right where he
was.

At the same time, both realized, however, the clock was still moving on and the
guards would be coming in any minute. Slowly and reluctantly, Jake slid off
Jerry the rest of the way and both got up.

In another moment they'd wiped some of their sweat and cum off their still
naked, energized and throbbing bodies, gone over to the open shower at the edge
of the laundry pit where the prisoners washed off briefly after working on the
laundry, put their prison shorts back on, and straightened out the dirty sheets
on which they'd been wrestling for so long and powerfully.

When the guards came in a couple of minutes later, Jerry, Jake and the other
prisoners were all lined up, as previously ordered, ready to be escorted back to
their cells.

Ten minutes later Jerry and Jake were back in their own cell, their faces
covered in a wide grin from ear to ear. Eddie was in his bunk asleep, or at
least pretending to be, while Pedro, who was also in his bunk, looked over at
them. He saw the grins on their faces, guessed what they'd probably been doing,
and gave them an equal grin in return.

`Yeah,' thought Jerry, `it sure had been good! And the best part is that our
sentences still have at least another eight months to go, so this time won't be
the last time either!

The End

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