Date: Tue, 06 Jan 2004 18:30:20 +0100
From: Warren Mason <sweetbottom@eudoramail.com>
Subject: in-florida-jail, Installment #3

This is a continuation of a true story that spanned about one month in
South Florida in the early 80's. Some small part is idealized due to the
limitations of my memory over time but the events are accurate as
described. I was in my very early 20's at the time and had had very few gay
experiences prior to this incredible series of events. Some of it seems
serendipitous but so it goes. I attribute it to the time in which it
happened, the unusual circumstances and the connections made, and to my
youth and attractiveness to a certain kind of man.

I was very inexperienced about a lot of things and in some ways I was no
more mature than a boy of 14. I had very little sense of self and a strong
need for love and acceptance due to a brutal childhood. Especially when I
got high I had no sense of boundaries and no control over my situation.


I laid there feeling the stickiness of my cum on the bedsheet, Carl's
wetness inside me and the pleasant ache of my ass. I don't know how long I
laid there, maybe I slept. I woke up when I heard a tapping on the bars. I
turned and saw the guard I had mentioned previously. I pulled my pants up
over my ass. I was more embarrassed at him seeing me this way than at any
other time. I wasn't high anymore either and so things were happening in
real time.

"Come here." he said. I got up off of the bed and went to the bars. "I see
your boyfriends are gone." I didn't know what to say, I shrugged and looked
away. It was hard to look into his eyes. This man had seen me doing
things. "You had a good time didn't you?" I still didn't answer. I'd look
at him and then look away.

"Answer me." he said.

"I don't know." I replied. "I didn't have any control over things."

"that why you begged that nigger to fuck you?" he asked.

"I was high." I said.

"Uh huh" he answered. "Carl said to give you this." He handed me two more
plastic bottles of scotch and I went and gave him the two that were there,
pouring the last of the one bottle into two cups.

"coke ain't all we got in here." he said. "You play your cards right you
can get all kinds of high. You like that?"

"I like to get high." I said.

"pears you do." he replied. "pears there are a few things you like." He
laughed. The nametag on his uniform shirt said, 'Nelson'. He was a tall
man, nearly as tall as me. He weighed a great deal more though, but not
fat. None of the guards I had seen were fat. This was the only guard I had
spoken to though. The others came and went. "We got Heroin and pills. We
got something called MMDA; they call it the 'love drug'. You ever heard of
that?" I had, in fact, heard of this drug. Don had given it to me once. Of
all of the drugs I had taken this one most brought out those special
feelings in me. He saw my eyes as I recalled the memory. "So you know about
this drug."

"I've had it once." I said..

"ummm hmmm." he nodded his head. "This where you are is a special place in
this camp. You very lucky to be here. Things outside in the population can
be very hard for a young boy. Very hard." He laughed. My eyes felt drawn
down to his crotch area. This was a dead giveaway for me. I couldn't seem
to control it and whenever it happened I would see a bulge. It is as if I
knew on some level that the person was getting hard. I looked away quickly
but I am sure he saw me. He was watching me intently. He didn't say
anything though. "yeah, things can be very rough in here."

He was making me scared. I knew that people got raped in jail. Carl and
Wendel had both said things about it and I knew on this tier (protective
custody) that they kept people who had been raped, kept them for their
protection; if they asked for it, or if they had been taken to the
infirmary because they had been hurt after a dozen men had had their way
with them. There were also informers and others, in transit like myself and
a few people who were dangerous to be loose among others, but most of those
were in solitary or punitive cells.

"You got to understand boy that I am like God in here. You understand that,
don't you?"

"Yes" I said. I was getting really frightened now.

"I can see you hurt, or I can make it easy for you. You got that?" I
nodded. I couldn't take my eyes off of his now. I can put you in the cell
with a couple of nasty customers, not like the last two. I got to tell you
though, me and my buddy, we thought you were going to get smacked around,
didn't happen though. Lucky you. You don't want to get smacked around do
you?"

"No Sir, I don't." It was the strangest thing. As frightened as I was I was
also being drawn to this man. I suppose he was doing a psychological number
on me, making it clear I had to come under his protection. I knew that
probably meant sex. I didn't know who with though. I didn't know if it
would be him and his friends (other guards), or if it meant other
prisoners. I knew I would do what I had to, I just hoped it wouldn't be too
unpleasant.

"Your man Carl left me five hundred dollars to see to you while you was
here and he says to tell you a lawyer gonna come see you in a few days. You
very lucky. It could be some time before the state send anyone." I nodded.

I had called my brother but been unable to reach him. He was out on a boat
in the Bahamas. His message machine said he would be back in a week or
so. That could be any time now and it could be longer. I had no idea what
'or so' meant. My brother drank heavy and that seemed to control a lot of
things in his life. I should have called before I had set off to see him
but I had always gotten him before and I thought I would surprise him. It
looks like I had surprised myself.

"Seeing as you got money and friends, you can stay high, you can stay alone
in that cell for a day or two, maybe more. But your friend, he's gone and
though I am a man of my word, there wasn't nothing said to me about
controlling your recreational time. thing is..." He scratched his
nose. "You are something special. You got that pretty face, you as slender
as a girl and all that long hair...and you cry so nice when you're being
fucked. many a man would marry you in here. You are a prime attraction." He
laughed again. "So, you are going to have to be pretty and act pretty. If
you don't it's gonna come down hard on you. You understand that?"

I looked into his pitiless eyes and I shook my head, I did know that.

He said, "So we got an understanding, have we?"

I said, "Yes."

"Good, good." he said. "You maybe get out of here not too much the worse
for wear." At this time he looked down the cell block and then looked back
at me. "I want you to come kneel in from of these bars, in front on me." He
said. I did as he asked. "Now you open my zipper and take my cock out of my
pants and you pull it between these bars."

I pulled his zipper down and reached my hands into his trousers and pulled
his cock free of his shorts. His cock, already half-hard was big and fat. I
had not seen any small cocks since I had been in the jail and I never did
see any smaller ones except on one person. I did see a couple that were
larger than any I had seen until then. Nelsons cock was a smaller than
Carl's, perhaps it was eight inches when hard and it pulled to the left.

I kneeled there with his cock in my hand and then looked up at him. I
didn't know what he wanted me to do next. "Well, don't be shy boy, take
that thing into your mouth and suck on it." So I did. He reached into the
cell and grabbed my hair at the back of my head and forced his cock down my
throat. I gagged and snorted through my nose. I had trouble breathing. Then
he let go and I pulled away. "look at you. You act like you don't like my
cock. You like nigger cock better?" he asked.

I held up my hand as I was coughing. "No." I gasped. "You forced it into my
throat so I can't breathe.:"

"Well." he said. "You sure swallowed that nigger cock okay."

"They let me breathe." I said.

"We let you breathe too then. But you see, that was a little lesson I meant
about how it can get rough for you. You understand me now? You do what you
asked and you breathe fine. You do what you told and you get Vaseline for
your ass. You don't do what you're told and you get it hard and raw till
you bleed. Understand?"

I was crying now and he laughed. "Hey, no, you don't have to cry. I'm not
some monster, not like some in here, that means guards too. But I want you
to know how it is. I might want to give you to someone for a favor I need
or something and you have to do right and not embarrass me. Otherwise, you
might get your ass beat and then I'm gonna beat your ass too. Otherwise
everything copacetic..Huh?"

"yes...yes..." I said.

He put his cock back in his pants and said. "We're gonna take a trip later
on this night to a little room down the hall here. My partner and I have to
see if you intend to do as you say. But it should be pleasant for
you. We're just gonna have some fun and you'll get high too. I brought you
this. You chop it and snort it and I bring you something else an hour
before you get ready to go."

He handed me a piece of foil. I took it. "Now what you got there is just
one good dose, so you snort it all and you have a fine afternoon until this
evening and then....we'll have some fun." He winked and walked away.

I sat down on the bed and cried for awhile. I cried because he'd made me
put his dick in my mouth and I cried even more because part of me didn't
mind. Part of me wanted to see him get excited and want me and I hated
myself for that. Then I thought that maybe that was the only power I had. I
thought that maybe I could control things if he were to really desire me,
maybe he would want to protect me.

I didn't know what to think. I was afraid I would get hurt. Then I opened
the foil and knocked the contents on to the tin plate and snorted the
contents. I hadn't even asked him what it was. Later I found out it was
Heroin. I still had about four grams of coke that Carl had left me. I lit a
cigarette and drank from a cup of scotch and waited for what was coming in
my head. I had no idea what that would be.

I sat on the bed, drinking the scotch and smoking. I thought about how
different things had been with Don. I thought about how many men might fuck
me, how many cocks I would have in my mouth before I got out and whether I
would even want a woman again after this was over. Soon my head began to
spin and I found myself throwing up in the toilet, really retching. This
happened for some time until it went away. When it went away I was filled
with an unearthly peace. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. The
inside of my head was filled with dancing musical notes and I could hear
actual music playing in my head. My whole body was filled with the most
intense sensual experiences but I wasn't hard at all. All thought of
problems and things to come vanished from my mind, I was in another world
far far away from this jail. I felt more complete than I had ever felt in
my life. I needed nothing. I wanted nothing. The dinner cart came by but I
refused any food. I had no appetite. The hours passed like they were
nothing.

Finally Nelson came to the cell. "how's it going sweetie." He said to me.

"Okay," I replied.

"Good drugs, huh.." he stated.

"Incredible." I said.

"You see how it can be for you here." He gestured down the way and my cell
door opened. "You come and grab a shower now." he said.

I followed him down to the end of the tier where the shower area was and
took off my clothes. Another guard was standing there, a Hispanic man about
the same size as Nelson. He was broader though and looked mean. He smiled
at me and there was gold in his mouth. His nameplate said, 'Torres'

"This is officer Torres. You're going to be spending some time with the two
of us tonight when our shift ends in about an hour. Officer Torres has got
some candy for you." Torres handed me a pill and said, "Here." I swallowed
the pill. Then I walked into the shower and started washing myself. Once
again I could feel the eyes of men on me. I had my back to them and I could
literally feel the heat from their eyes on my ass.

"isn't she nice." Nelson said to Torres. "That's the finest looking bitch I
have seen in here. She hardly has any hair on her body except for her head"
He replied. I shivered when he said this. It was always from a combination
of fear and impending desire. It was understood that someone, maybe several
someones were going to fuck me soon. Even in the midst of my fear I knew
that a part of me wanted this to happen. All of this was so new and
different. It felt so forbidden and frightening and it pulled at me. I was
in a place where every sensation was controlled by the containing walls and
the men in leather and brown uniform cotton clothes. From the drugs and
being called girl all the time I found myself actually thinking I was
one. I knew at the moment I was certainly what passed for a woman inside
these walls.

I finished my shower and dried off. "you go back to that cell." Nelson
said.  "And you dress up in your girl outfit. Here's a little something
else for you to put on." He handed me a red silk thong. "You put on your
makeup and make yourself real nice."

"Okay." I said.

In my cell I slipped the stockings on again and then the thong. A red pouch
covered my cock and the slender red string slipped into the crack of my
ass. I slipped the satin top on and then sat down on the bed and chopped
myself up two very large lines. I had no idea how this would mix with
whatever I had taken but I didn't care either. I left out a small pile to
coat the inside of my ass. At least I would be able to endure any
penetration that might be less tender than I had gotten so far. Plus, the
coke in my ass made it feel indescribably good. You can't know what it is
like until you do it. It's like invisible fingers playing at your crack.

I spent some time putting on the makeup and while I was doing this, near
the end of my ministrations i felt this incredible rushing sensation moving
through my body. I was already very high from the coke but this was
something very different. It reminded me of Mescaline I had taken in New
York and a little like the Heroin with it's sense of completeness. It was
like warm rain running over my body and there was this sense of love and
empathy forming in my heart. It was remarkable. I was later to find that
this was called MMDA, which was later known as Ecstasy.

Soon my cell door opened. I rubbed the coke into my asshole and I walked
out. Nelson gestured for me to come toward him. Mine was the first cell on
the tier,so I didn't have to walk by any other cells. I passed the shower
area and came to where Nelson and Torres stood. The tier cell door slid
back and I walked through. There was a large muscled black man standing
there named Washington. He laughed when he saw me and said, "Hello Sugar."

"This is Officer Washington." Nelson said. "He's our relief. You come with
us now. We went through another barred door and then Nelson opened a
regular door and I walked into a room about twelve by twelve. There was a
large mirror on the wall. The only furniture was a long wooden table with
four chairs set around it. There was a water cooler on one wall and a clock
on another wall. It said 11:00.

"how do you feel girl." Nelson asked me.

"I feel wonderful." I said, "like I'm tripping, only different." I was
experiencing the most intense rushing sensation and I couldn't see very
well. Everything looked double and hazy. I felt really good. I didn't mind
now what was going to happen and I felt very sexy. The eyes of the two men
made my feel so desirable. I could see how they wanted me and I knew that
if I was loving and special that it would blow their minds. I could see
past the posturing of their macho front and into the secret vulnerability
of their hearts. It wasn't so much through my eyes, as I could hardly
see...but it was from within.

"Go look at yourself in the mirror." Nelson said. I did as I was told and
when I saw myself I smiled. I really did look like a very pretty girl. I
was beautiful. Behind me I heard them taking off their clothes and laying
them on the table. I turned and looked at then. Both men were very fit. I
had seen Nelsons cock. Now I saw Torres. His was huge, or I imagined it
would be when hard. It hung from him like a can of soda with an enormous
mushroom head. It was still limp. Nelsons was half hard. "you like looking
at our cocks?" Nelson asked."

"yes," I replied.

"whose whore are you tonight?" he asked.

"I'm your whore." I said, "I am both of your whores."

Torres laughed. then Nelson said, "tell me what a whore does, all the
things a whore does."

I could feel this power coming into me. I felt I had a power over these men
and I was going to use it. My whole body felt filled with the urge for wild
sex and giving pleasure. I smiled. "A whore sucks a mans cock. She loves to
suck their cock. She'll do it for drugs or money, sometimes she'll do it
cause shes a whore and that is all she's good for. She'll take a mans cock
in her ass or her pussy and she'll suck one man while another man fucks
her. She'll do anything a man asks her. She likes to drink cum." I said. I
licked my lips and I could literally see Nelson's cock harden
more. Torres's was getting thick and laid like a fat sausage against one
leg. His was the thickest cock i had seen yet. I wondered if I could get it
into my mouth.

Nelson brought a chair over to where I was standing and said, "sit down." I
did. Then he said, "Now, since you are a whore I want you to suck my
cock. Suck my cock like you really want it."

I leaned forward and licked all over his cock. I turned my head to the side
and looked up at him.I knew that men liked this. I looked at Torres, who
had come over now and stood a few feet away. Then I began pushing my mouth
completely over Nelsons cock. I could throat him. He sighed and made harsh
breathing sounds in his throat.

"Damn!" Torres said. "look at that."

I was really into it now. Saliva was dripping from my mouth as I sucked
him. Nelson was pumping his cock into my throat. Thankfully he was pulling
it back again. Pull up your skirt." Nelson commanded. I did. "look at the
whore Torres, she's hard. Hard from my cock in her mouth." I could see
where indeed my cock throbbed in the red silk package. I was lit up like an
incandescent light. I loved the feel of this smooth cock in my throat. I
loved the way my lips would meet the hair on his groin. I moaned and
slobbered as I sucked him.

"What a little pig." Torres said. I saw his cock now almost half hard. It
was truly a monster and I suspect an inch longer than Carl's, fatter
too. Little did I know what was coming.

"Get up." Nelson said. He pulled his cock from my mouth as a trail of
saliva hung from my lips. I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue. I wiped
my mouth. He told he to lay on the table on my back. when I did he pushed
me across so that my ass sat on the edge facing him and my head hung partly
over the other side. Nelson pulled my thong string aside and pressed his
cock into my ass. I grabbed the cheeks and pulled them apart to help him
enter. "Look at the whore." he said. "she's helping me fuck her."

"PUt it inside me." I said.

"What?" he asked.

"Put your cock in me" I said, "fuck me...please fuck me."

"Tell me what you said to the nigger." he said.

"make me your woman." I cried. "Own me. Turn my ass into your pussy. make
me your girl."

"Oh Yeah bitch." he said and then he pressed his cock into me. Pressed it
surely in all the way in 3 hard thrusts. I felt his balls slap against my
ass cheeks. Something about this drug was that I felt myself coming in my
ass. I had an orgasm inside though it did not leave my cock."

I screamed as he pressed my thighs out and back so that he could get every
part on himself inside me. "Oh God. I cried."

"I am your god bitch!" he said.

"Yes..yes you are." I screamed.

Into my open mouth Torres forced his cock. I had to open my mouth as far as
it would go and then he fed half of it into me until it hit the back of my
throat. When I gagged he pulled it back. Fluid ran from my nose. I
gasped. He grabbed my ears in his hands and then forced his cock, all of
it, down my throat. No cock had ever gone this far. Because of the drugs I
was able to relax completely. I felt his public hair touch my lips. Then he
pulled back, clear liquid ran from my nose.

"Jesus, the whore swallowed the whole thing." Nelson, was busy slamming my
ass (thank god for the coke I had put there) and apparently hadn't seen
this.

"Do it again." he said.

Again, Torres pushed his cock all the way down my throat and I felt his
hairs tickle my lips. I gagged as he pulled it back. He took his cock from
my mouth and began to slap my face with it. I licked at it with my tongue
and looked soulfully into his eyes, smiling. I was so high. I kept coming
in my ass and saying, "God...God..."

"I'm gonna blow." Nelson said, "And I want this bitch to swallow it. Let's
switch." Nelson pulled his cock from my ass while I writhed on the
table. Something had gone missing.

"Now I got a real surprise for this whore." Torres said. He went over to
his pants while Nelson forced his cock into my mouth. He fucked down into
my throat but after Torres it was no problem. I was getting the hang of it
now and breathing through my nose as mucus flew out with each breath. I
could taste my shit on his dick but it was okay. All I could think of was
that Torres was going to fuck me. I just wanted Nelson to come and then go
away. Then he did, saying, "Swallow it you whore." He pulled back while
coming and shot some on to my face. Then he forced it back into my mouth
and fucked my mouth until the come was gone. Then he took his cock out of
my mouth and said, "Get up off the table."

As I stood up I nearly fell down from the movement and the drugs. I had to
grab the table. Torres was standing next to me and putting a large plastic
sleeve on his cock. It was a cylinder about five inches long. The surface
of it was covered with hard rubber bumps about a quarter of an inch high,
except on the very top and underside where the bumps were larger. A metal
edge slipped into a groove in the body of the piece and it snapped
together. Torres's cock bulged at both ends. The head of his cock went
purple and swelled even larger.

"We call that The Rocky Road." Nelson said. "go lean against the mirror."
Torres said. I want to see your face when this goes into you." I know they
expected me to be frightened and I think I did a good job of it. I had
tears in my eyes from the sucking I had done. I wiped the semen from my
face then went and leaned against the mirror, my ass was curved
outward. Torres came behind me and rubbed Vaseline into my ass. "I don't
want to hurt you." he said. "But it's gonna hurt some until it feels so
good in your pussy. You just relax."

I waited. the entire inside of my ass was trembling still from the fucking
and the drugs. I was so high, so ready. "Please be careful" I said. Then
the head of it went into my ass and I screamed. I had to spread my legs. I
had to press hard with my ass. I reached back and pulled my asscheeks open,
pulled as hard as I could with my face mashed against the mirror. In it
went. I was crying and screaming. It hurt. but at the same time, the rubber
ridges were rippling against my insides. Soon he had half of it in me and I
was giving way before the pressure. There was some stinging pain but there
was also this fullness and the rubbing of the bumps. "Oh God...Oh god..." I
screamed. the pain was going away and there was just those bumps moving
inside me. "Oh fuck, fuck!" I screamed.

Torrres pressed the rest of his dick up into me. This was the deepest any
cock had gone and it was uncomfortable so far inside. This too went
away. As I relaxed more and more he pulled out a few short inches and began
to rythmically fuck me. I bent further down, pressing further out. I could
see Torres behind me in the mirror. He was grinning and throwing these
short hard fucks into me. I was coming in my ass like I had never come
before. It was a very short time after that that I felt myself beginning to
come for real. I freed my cock from the thong and held it in front of me
beyond the skirt. It's silly to think that I didn't want cum on the skirt,
but it's true. Now Torres was pulling his cock nearly all of the way out
and then slamming it into my ass. His balls slapped against my ass. It took
only four of these and then my cock exploded and cum shot out of me on to
the wall.

There was a terrific impression of contraction in my ass and my orgasm went
on longer than any I had ever known. Then Torres said, "Take my cum you
whore" and his load shot into my ass. I was shaking uncontrollably. I could
not hold myself up and I slipped to the floor as his cock pulled from my
ass. The sensation of those rubber bumps rubbing against me as it left
caused me to shoot yet more cum on the wall. I was shaking all over. Torres
grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face against the wall. "Lick all of
your cum off of that wall he said. I did. It wasn't so bad. I didn't mind
anything then. I still felt like I was coming. They left me there and went
to get dressed.

I finally got to my feet, still very shaking, my ass still trembling. I
pulled my skirt up and looked at my ass in the miror. There was a trail of
cum running down my legs and streaks of blood on both cheeks. I didn't
care. I laughed, that's how fucked up I was. Nelson threw a towel at me and
told me to wipe myself off. They didn't say much of anything. I went back
out with them and then they made me kneel in front of the black guard and
suck him until he came. His cock was as big as Torres's but the guard did
not force it down my throat. He just shot his cum into my mouth and then
thanked me. I started crying when he said that, really sobbing, with his
cum in my mouth and then leaking on to my chin and me cupping my hands to
keep it off my top and swallowing what I could, I walked away.

They locked me in my cell and didn't say a word. Quickly I snorted two
large lines of coke and rubbed a lot of it into my ass. When I touched my
ass I could feel how open the hole was from the fucking I took. I took off
the clothes and washed myself in the sink and removed the smeared makeup
and cum. Then I sat on the bed and cried and drank and smoked and snorted
more coke until I was good and drunk...ripped. Then, thinking back over
what had happened I got hard and putting a hand under my ass and some
fingers inside me, I rocked back and forth reliving moments from the night
until I came in my hand. Then I ate and licked down the cum and fell back
on the bed and then fell asleep.

As I think about this now, I think, how outrageous. There were still some
things coming, the best of which happened a few weeks after I had been
released- but that is for another chapter and probably another section of
Nifty. I do think about what happened sometimes. I've been with maybe ten
men over the years between then and now,sometimes with years passing in
between. My ass is probably normal now and even a seven inch cock would
make me cum. I'm going to be thinking about that. Somewhere there is a nice
man with a big cock and a good attitude who wouldn't mind letting me be his
girl for a month or so and play all of the roles that there are and be his
whore, his princess, his daughter, his wife, his poet and lover. Someone
who wants the love with the sex. Someone who can ask me for anything and I
will give it to them. Someone who will make me cum and I can reach for them
as I come and look into their eyes and say everything that can be said.

If you liked this and you want to hear more then write me at
sweetbottom@eudoramail.com I'm going to the Canary Islands for the winter
maybe I'll find somone there. Wish me luck.