Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 15:21:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mark Brown <writerman99@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Prison Dad Part Eight

PRISON DAD - PART EIGHT

A gloomy Sunday afternoon, summer edging away. Sike stood, his bulky inked
arms folded, shoulder to the wall, in close proximity to the officer near
the open door of the cell. Jack was off seeing a visitor, not that he'd
seemed particularly happy about the prospect. Family. Didn't seem to like
any of em by all accounts. That suited Sike fine: he didn't want
interference. The less contact with the past, the better. The officer
looked up from the small notepad he was holding.

'So yeah, the usual clatter goin on and I'm some distance away, but I heard
him all the same.' The uniformed figure tapped his ear. 'It's in the
contract.'

A grunt of recognition. The idle crack of meaty knuckles.

'What else?'

The officer looked back at his scrawl, 'He said, "Ah go on, it'll be a
laugh. Be good to have the whole team on board. Rest are. We ain't..." -
now what the fuck did I write there?' the man squinted at the paper in his
hand 'Oh yeah - "We ain't gonna hurt him much just make him sweat a
bit. They're gonna hold our side and him back after the game. Some
excuse. Get the others out the way."'

The man looked again up to gauge Sike's reaction. A twitch of muscle. He's
angry alright.

'And so I stop walkin to fiddle with me watch and listen up a bit
more. Then blondie says something like "OK. If you are sure. But I am
watching only. OK?" He was tryin to keep his voice down cause he's got some
fuckin sense. Didn't sound very keen on the idea if you ask me.'

Another grunt from Sike. Details to file away. You never know what might be
useful...

'Dannyboy wasn't satisfied with that. Nice n clear he goes "Matey, it's
totally legit. Like I said, that prick's running the show... You'll get
into it. Course you will."' The officer looked back up and flipped his pad
shut.

Sike stares at the officer, who stares back. There is a joint
understanding. That prick... No-one likes Phil much, on either side. This
has been a long time coming.

'Then he musta noticed me or somethin cause he changed the subject right
fuckin quick, but I just pretend not to have heard a dicky bird, don't I,
and carry on lookin at me watch before movin on. Thought I'd leave the
er... 'intervention'... to you.' He pauses. 'Pretty good hunch of yours.' A
quick glance up and down the corridor, then back. 'What do you wanna do
about it?'

Sike is silent for a moment, brow furrowed, looking into space as he
thinks. He can feel the violence there in his bones, waiting to explode. He
flicks through the limited options. He could easily scare all five of em
into backing off without much trouble... Well, Kev would have a go, cause
he was a bolshy twat, but he'd take him down... And then this shit just
wouldn't happen. Trouble is, it wouldn't stop Phil and Harry doin something
else another time. Worse, it would warn Phil that Sike was on to him and
the prick would put his guard up, try to get clever. No, this all had to
end RIGHT HERE, and so that meant it had to happen but be interrupted. The
only way. A trap. And his boy couldn't know or he might fuck it up without
meaning to. Hmmmm. Risky stuff. He looked back.

'Maybe I'll find time to have a quiet word with blondie. He'll fold pretty
easily by the sounds of it.' A deep inhale and exhale. Fury on a
leash. 'But you know what? I reckon we should let this happen. Then we can
take a little afternoon walk on Friday, eh? See what we find?'

The officer slowly nods, understanding the implications at once. His gut
instinct had told him that's where this might end up. A bit risky, but for
the best. About time that arrogant fucker got what was coming to him...

'OK. We'll make that work... Steve and Charlie as back up. But listen.' He
leans in for emphasis. 'Don't be too hard on Harry. We like him. He's
sound. Just doin what the fuck he's told. Phil's usin him.'

A pause. A shout of 'fuck you' echoes along the corridor from another
cell. Sike knows he has to play it cool; he has influence but not free
reign. No need to mess up years of careful positioning. He kept the guvnor
happy and helped keep things in order; monitoring supply, an enforcer when
the screws hands were tied. Phil was the only one who didn't like this
arrangement, mainly cause he was still smarting from Sike's intervention
that time. The stupid bent fucker had been lucky that neither of the two
lads had wanted to make an official complaint, but he'd been very publicly
humiliated all the same. The years since had seen the wound fester.

'I'll bear it in mind. Don't you worry.'

The officer looks out to see what's happening. One of his colleagues is
beckoning. He turns back with half a grin.

'Duty calls.'

A nod. The heavy door is slammed shut.


---------------

Radek stares at the piece of paper in his hand. He was already very
uncomfortable about what had been planned, but hadn't wanted to look
weak. If you looked weak here you didn't survive. He'd seen it happen too
many times: the dumb and brutal reality of it. If there was a team, you
stuck with em. But now this... How the fuck?

He could still hear that deep steady voice in his ear in the lunch queue:
'Don't turn around. Take this and read it when no-one's lookin. You'll do
what it says if you value yer manhood.' A folded piece of paper had been
pushed into his hand, he'd hurriedly shoved it in his pocket and nothing
more had been said. The trembling in his hands had made the tray shake when
he picked it up a minute later. A glimpse of the man's tattooed right arm
had been enough to confirm what he suspected. The threatening words had
gone round and round his head all afternoon.

Some people you learned to minimise contact with whilst being just
respectful enough. You watched what you said and watched where you looked;
eye contact could definitely get you in trouble. But you hadn't to show
weakness either or others sensed it. You had to do just enough to show em
you weren't to be messed with; his martial art skills had certainly come in
useful from time to time. Just being foreign was enough to rile some
idiots. He was praying every day to be moved from this hellhole and had
been promised this was likely within six months or so.

Unlike a lot of the inmates, he'd never been after any substances to kill
the time, so there'd been no need to go anywhere near someone like
Sike. But now... He stares at the paper:

I KNOW. GONNA BE PAYING A VISIT. MAKE SURE IT HAPPENS BUT DONT JOIN IN. I
MIGHT SPARE YOU. IF IT DONT HAPPEN ILL HOLD YOU RESPONSABLE. NOW RIP THIS
UP AND EAT IT.

Was he fucked or was he totally fucked? The team were going to want to know
who grassed. His hand was still trembling. Six months? He'd be lucky to
make six weeks...


----------------

'Let's try it one more time.'

Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead and spat on the tarmac. There was a
light rain falling, but it was still pretty warm for running around. And
he'd done plenty of it, inevitably, scoring four goals in the process. The
opposition had seemed even more lumbering than usual, even Skunner. All
good stuff.

But then the final whistle had gone and instead of piling off all together
as they usually did, that fucking cunt had instructed him to stay behind
and give the others some tips to help them improve. Like he'd ever given
tuition before. A bit of warning might have helped. He felt like he was
just stating the obvious... Playing on tarmac wasn't really ideal, it had
to be said. When you fell you really knew about it. He watched Dannyboy
approach Skunner, this time managing a successful tackle, though the shot
then went wide. A hint of an improvement at least.

'Better. You gotta know where yer weight is tho. Own the ball. It's not
just about trying to barge through like a fuckin ten ton truck all the
time. You gotta be able to switch direction quick, wrongfoot the other
guy.'

That last point was more for Kev and BigJim, as he was generally
known. BigJim didn't know any other way than barging through, he was born
to lumber. Kev just let his aggression get the better of him, most of the
time, didn't concentrate enough. Jack was wary of him. He wasn't gonna be
the one to tell him to cool it, even here. He glanced at them both. BigJim
looked slightly bored. Kev was eyeing Jack in an unfriendly way. No change
there then.

'You two wanna try it again?'

'Guess.'

It's not like I fuckin asked to do this mate. Kev fixed his gaze for a few
moments longer than was necessary then went and fetched the ball, taking
his time. It was all Jack could do not to laugh at the car-crash that
followed. He did his best not to smirk.

'You heard what I said before about bargin thru...' He saw Dannyboy
grin. BigJim shrugged and half-grinned too. Kev just scowled like he always
did. Jack sighed. A tedious waste of 20 minutes. Luckily, Phil seemed to
have got bored too, just as the rain began to get more insistent.

'OK, that'll do for today you lot. Let's pack up.'

The others were leaving with another officer as they went in. They gave him
the usual smiles and boisterous thanks as they passed... 'Good lad' 'Cheers
mate' 'You showed em right!'. Then they were gone. The air was moist and
steamy from the showers. Jack noticed Harry had stayed behind. A faint
sliver of unease wound through his veins as he walked to his stuff and tore
off his damp footy gear. Stop imagining things, Jack. But the room was
strangely quiet as everyone stripped. Without the two teams there together,
the dynamic was completely skewed, and the game had ended some time ago so
the adrenaline high had completely gone. He saw Phil talking quietly to
Harry, but couldn't hear what they were saying.

Jack headed to the showers as quickly as possible, keen to be done and
out. He faced the wall, letting the hot water soak him. Fuck that was
good. The others took the remaining three showers, so two had to wait. He
washed quickly and turned round to sluice the foam from his head. Opened
his eyes.

Kev was standing not far in front of him, arms folded, waiting. The pose
and the tattoos across his upper body reminded Jack for a second of his
dad, even tho Kev had em all across his chest too and didn't have Sike's
fuzz. He wasn't as tall as Sike neither - barely taller than Jack - but he
had a serious amount of muscle on him. Close-cropped hair and dark eyebrows
that nearly met. Rough face. Testosterone-fuelled toughness.

'You gonna be all fuckin day?'

'Nearly done mate.'

Jack didn't want to stare into Kev's dead eyes, nor turn his back on him,
so he let his gaze drop briefly. He'd clocked the man's dick before simply
because it was such a hefty slab of meat. Bigger than his dad's soft, and
that was sayin something. The guy seemed to have shaved his pubes real
short, which only made it look bigger still. That'd fuckin hurt.

'Like lookin at it do ya?'

Jack looked back up angrily. He'd barely glanced at it, no way could anyone
have said otherwise. The fucker was just lookin for trouble. Despite the
situation, he felt something snap within and decided in the heat of the
moment to meet the aggression head on. You lookin for trouble? OK, I'll
give you trouble... He stepped forward so they were face to face, inches
apart.

'Just what's your problem, mate? You're the one who's standin too fuckin
close. Back off.'

With a snarl, Kev shoved Jack backwards into the shower wall. Jack was
expecting this and managed to take the impact, immediately kicking out with
his right leg and sending Kev stumbling backwards. There were shouts from
the others around. Fight fight fight fight... Jack felt the rush. He knew
this was fuckin stupid, cause he couldn't possibly beat a well-built man
like Kev. But the guy had fuckin started it. It wasn't Jack's fault,
whatever any of em said. Wait til my dad finds out, you nutjob.

Kev was now facing Jack again, staring daggers, and the chanting rose in
volume. But before the man could charge again, there was a sudden 'Oi, Oi,
you two, let's keep it friendly, eh?' and Phil and Harry hastened in, Harry
restraining and pulling Jack to one side, Phil facing Kev off. Jack was
relieved but still outwardly furious.

'He fuckin started it! He shoved me into the fuckin wall.'

'Yeah, whatever, just calm down Kenton. Calm down.'

Whilst this was goin on, Jack didn't hear Phil's hissed instruction to Kev
between gritted teeth, an angry jabbing finger in the man's face.

'Don't be so fuckin hasty Newman. Wait.'

Kev caught his anger for a moment and turned away to the free shower. He'd
be the one laughing soon enough. Harry let go of Jack who glanced around at
the other faces as they finished up showering. They were staring at him
blankly: not friendly, not unfriendly. Only the quiet, tall Polish guy -
the name escaped him - seemed to show any sign of concern, but he turned
away when he caught Jack's look. Ah, fuck the lot of em, thought Jack.

He stomped back to the relative cool of the changing area, flung on his dry
T-shirt, keeping an eye out for what that tattooed geezer was up to. Crazy
fucker. He was someone Sike had warned him about right from the
beginning. Boxers, his spare footie shorts. The others were drifting back
to change too and the showers were turned off. No one spoke. He sat down on
one of the wall benches facing the others in the middle of the room. Socks
on... Now where were his trainers? Not where he'd left em, that was for
sure. He looked all along the underside of the bench. Nope. Oh for fuck's
sake. He looked around the room for them, trying to avoid looking at the
figure of Kev who had plonked himself down on the bench at the far side. No
sign. He tried to think. They'd all just piled in to the showers, surely?
Except the screws, of course... A sinking feeling overcame him. He was
gonna have to say something.

He tried addressing Harry rather than Phil.

'Excuse me sir, can't seem to find me trainers.'

But Harry didn't answer and looked over to Phil, who walked over.

'What was that Kenton?'

Heart in mouth. Jack stood up. He felt more vulnerable sat down. 'Someone's
nicked me trainers, sir.'

'Really?' The officer's tone made it clear he didn't give a shit. 'That's a
shame. Better ask yer dad for a new pair then.'

Jack felt the tension ratchet up in his head. Oh fuck. Give me a break,
man. He tried to change the subject back.

'Have you put em somewhere sir? For a joke?'

The officer blinked. Jack realised everyone else was watching them. The
proverbial pin-drop hush bar the faint drip-drip from the showers.

'You accusing me of theft Kenton?'

The lad felt the thumping in his chest. His vulnerability was obvious. None
of his team mates here.

'No sir...'

'Sounds like it to me.' Phil stepped forwards. 'What do we think of that
Harry?'

'Bit cheeky' replied his colleague.

'Yeah, I'd say...'

'They ain't just gonna vanish are they?'

Jack was trying to sound confident, but all his youthful bravado had been
used up in the brief fight with Kev, and now something was going very
wrong. He knew it had only been a matter of time. He shoulda known the
minute they'd made him stay behind. You fuckin idiot. Coulda feigned an
injury or something while the others were there. He backed away slightly as
the officer advanced, not that there was anywhere much to go. He'd never
make it to the outside door. Probably locked anyway.

'Well, like I said Kenton, don't worry, I'm sure yer tough prison dad'll
treat you to another pair. He likes you a lot, I've noticed. Gives you
stuff on a regular basis, don't he?' Phil smirked.

Shut the fuck up man. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. They're listening. But he could
say nothing.

'Ain't that right, Harry?'

'Yep'

The smirk spread wider to a full blown-grin.'You like making yer dad feel
good, don'tcha? Got a real taste for it, haven't ya Kenton? A taste for ya
dad's meat.'

The others watched. Skunner stood awkwardly in his trackies and trainers,
arms folded, trying not to let his imagination picture too much of what
Phil was describing but finding it all too easy. BigJim and Dannyboy on the
other of the middle benches both felt a surge of adrenaline as they sat
gaping at the unfolding scene, Dannyboy especially. Radek, the only one who
was fully dressed except for his trainers, stuck his trembling hands in his
pockets, feeling more and more nervous. Kev, just along from him, watched
Jack's discomfort with satisfaction and reached beneath the towel across
his lap to idly toy with the hefty dangling tool. This was gonna be fun.

Jack tensed. He knew the punch was coming. No way was he gonna give Phil
the satisfaction though, not with this lot watching. He was going straight
to hell, either way.

'And you got a talent for making shit up, sir'

With a low growl, the officer stepped forward and punched Jack hard in the
gut. But Jack's ongoing training made it less effective than it had been
previously. Jack staggered back but just about stayed upright, pushed
toward the back corner of the changing area. Phil's squashed features
screwed up with anger, and he gestured to Harry who went and blocked off
any potential escape to Jack's left. After a terrible moment of silence, he
stepped forward and dragged the lad away from the bench by his upper arm.

'Get on yer fuckin knees, queerboy.'

Phil pushed down with considerable force, and Jack having been dragged and
lifted slightly had no way of stopping himself. He tumbled forward on all
fours, bare knees scraping on the rough floor. His head swam. His upper
body was then yanked back up by Harry, and he didn't resist. No point. He
felt his hands pulled together behind him and cuffed. Phil calmly sat down
on the bench by the wall to one side of him.

'Now we went through all this before, didn't we Kenton? And you admitted
it. It's on the record that you admitted it. But when I offered you the
chance to be moved, you didn't take that chance.' The others in the room
knew this, but he thought it was a good idea to remind them. 'Why would a
straight boy keep swallowin the juice if he didn't have to, hmmm?'

Jack couldn't believe how quickly this situation had come about. It was a
like a pit had suddenly opened up and swallowed him whole. His thoughts
were submerged in a fog of fear.

'He'd kill me, sir. I told you.'

'Really? Big scary Sikeman? He wouldn't know you'd asked, Kenton. We move
you lot around as and when we feel like it...' Not strictly true, he
thought, but as a general rule that wasn't far off the mark. 'Nahhh, I
think you want it alright.'

Jack said nothing. He stared forward, numb, anticipating the worst. A
terrible silence. No one moved until Phil finally spoke again.

'Do you remember I promised we'd organise some entertainment? Hmmm? Do ya?'

Jack made no response, staring vacantly toward the showers, seeing
nothing. He felt the pressure of the cuffs digging into his wrists.

'Well, the lads here could do with a bit of, er, light relief after all
their hard work. How about you give them some, huh? Show em just how good a
cocksucker you are.'

A slow shake of the head. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

'No, it's not right, sir. M'straight...' His voice tapered off. No
use. It's gonna happen. Gangbang porn images flooded unwanted into his
confused head. The fearful things Phil had promised back in the
interrogation room. His punishment. This is just the start, innit? It's all
downhill from here. He glanced fearfully to where the opposition team were
watching. None of them are fuckin queer, that's for sure. It's crazy. This
fuckin world is one hundred percent fuckin crazy. An image of Sike came to
mind, and he felt a surge of intense longing for his dad.

'Here, Harry, how about you come round here and remind him how tasty your
meat was.'

Harry obliged, stepping round to stand in front of the kneeling teenager,
unzipping his dark trousers and prising his smooth dick out, the blood
already beginning to pump though. He purposefully began to jack it and it
sprang to life in his eager hand. He remembered watching at the cell door
with open mouthed wonder, watching Jack get fucked by the muscle man who
everyone seemed wary of. Something so raw and primeval about it. The buzz
of control was in his veins, overcoming his straight instincts. He stared
down at the shellshocked youth.

'Remember this, sonny boy?'

Jack did, only too well. He remembered that terrible hour in the
interrogation room and the younger officer's initial reluctance to cross
the boundary. How he'd been stupid enough to encourage it to happen, taking
a weird kind of gratification in corrupting the handsome married man. Now
it was all well and truly fucked up. This is your reward, Jack. The man's
long sexy tool was there before him with its slight downward curve, ready
to slide itself right in down to his throat.

'Don't look so fuckin ungrateful Kenton. You're gonna get dickfed. That's
what queerboys like you want, right?'

Phil's words cut Jack deep because he couldn't outright deny it. The lurid
pull of the gangbang fantasy was tearing him up inside. The lad wanted to
kill the leering man now, no two ways about it. Maybe one day he would. He
could feel the suppressed rage boiling within him. But he was also
painfully aware of the others in the room and how all this must seem. Him
and Sike. Now everyone was gonna know what was goin on. They were gonna
FUCKIN KNOW. Arrghhhh. He'd never felt so desperate before in his entire
life. Please dad, I need you right now... But it was no use. He wasn't
fucking psychic, and his dad couldn't hear him. He shook his head slowly
and clenched his jaw.

'Fuck you.'

Still fighting, eh? The burly officer regarded the insolent youth with an
expression of mocking disdain and stood up again, walking slowly round to
loiter menacingly just behind him. All was quiet except for the continued
dripping from one faulty shower. Marking time. The stark white fluorescent
light seemed to bleach the colour and life from the changing room.

Jack tensed his body, expecting some kind of physical blow. His heart
pounded and he cautiously tried to turn his head to see exactly where the
man had gone, still agonizing about whether he should try to stand up and
fight for his honour. But with his hands cuffed? It was worse than
hopeless. Phil spoke more quietly, leaning down toward his left ear.

'Do you fancy saying that again Kenton?'

Jack could see across to where Kev sat naked on the far side. The tattooed
muscle man's dead-eyed gaze locked with his momentarily and he felt a faint
shudder run through him as a sudden vision of what was coming flashed up in
his lurid imagination. These tough straight blokes surrounding him with
their dicks out. Treating him like a bitch, like the woman in that porn
mag. A temporary outlet for their sexual frustration. An excuse to hurt and
humiliate the cocky youngster who always made them lose. Fuck. Nothing he
could do to stop it if he didn't want to get mashed up real bad. But he
couldn't be seen to give in too easily.

'Fuck you, SIR.'

Unable to anticipate it, the sudden unexpected grip on Jack's neck made him
wince. The man's powerful hand squeezed and for a moment Jack felt his
vision blur. The officer almost spat his viciousness into the teenager's
ear.

'Think you need that fuckin mouth of yours plugging Kenton, before any more
shit spills out of it, hmmm? Now open up for Harry ere and show the lads
what you're capable of. Yer dad ain't here to save ya.'

You big fat cunt, thought Jack. You're more full o shit than anyone I've
ever known. But he said nothing this time.  There's no way you can get the
better of him, it'll just make the punishment worse. The grip on his neck
was brutal and the sight of the younger screw's hardened meat filled his
troubled gaze as the man brought it near his lips. You ain't no homo, Jack,
remember that... You ain't.

Harry saw the kneeling youth before him open his mouth in acquiescence and
he nudged his shiny head inside, taking hold of the lad's head with his
left hand as Phil relaxed his tight grip. Yeah, fuckin suck on this. You
did a fine job last time... The rape fantasy was there in his head once
more, weaving and murmuring its dark spell. He was an invincible machine in
his uniform. The outside world didn't matter here. The outside world could
go to hell.

'Yeahhh, there you go... That's what you need, innit? That's what you
fuuuuckinnn neeeeed... Bitch.'

Jack smelt the mysteriously appealing scent of the man again and with
terrifying speed it took him right back to the interrogation room. He tried
to blank out the unsettling memory and concentrated on the man's smooth,
sexy tool, working his tongue under and around the head. Straight male
pleasure was filling his mouth, and this simple truth he could deal
with. He knew what to do. Find the rhythm, the perfect motion. Make it feel
good.

Phil, unseen to Jack, quietly gestured at the five cons in the room to come
closer. BigJim lumbered over to stand next to him, a chunky hand already
fumbling down inside his now unbuttoned jeans. This was gonna be perfect,
thought the officer. He'd made it known that they would be having a
training session after the game, and having kept that nice n short there
was plenty of time for this. No other games lined up. They wouldn't be
disturbed.

BigJim watched the sight before him, mouth slightly hung open as prickles
of excitement spread around his groin in response to his rough hand. Fuckin
good sport. He didn't care that it wasn't a woman, not in this place. A
mouth was a mouth after all, and the lad certainly deserved knocking down a
peg or two. 'Shoulda guessed he was a cocksucker the day he turned up...'

Phil was more than happy to twist the knife. 'Yeah, you can tell just by
lookin at him, can't ya?'

'He's gonna get plenty of fuckin practice today, for sure.'

'Yep. Plenty more to come n all.'

'Yeah.' The lazy giant sniggered, amused. He stretched and yawned, then
reached down to scratch his bollocks through his jeans. Yeah, this was
gonna be entertaining.

Jack pretended he didn't hear any of this, but he had. Plenty more to
come. A knot of anxiety was growing in his stomach.

DannyBoy trailed after BigJim, as he often did, his excitement showing from
within his boxers at the horny scene now unfolding. In the time he'd been
locked up, no-one other than BigJim had had reason to suspect that he swung
both ways because he'd been ultra careful. It had left him pretty tense
some days, so this release with his team-mates was almost too good to be
true. A total fuckin gift.

Skunner kept a bit further back, arms folded and foot-tapping nervously. He
enjoyed seeing the cheeky cunt being humiliated, but the sexual stuff would
take some getting used to. There was a strange taste of something in his
mouth. He just wanted them to give Jack a good kicking, but understood why
that wasn't on the agenda. The fearful thought of Sike came to his mind and
he uneasily pushed it away.

'Mmmmmm. Feels real good, bitch. You're doin it right...' Harry sensed the
silent approval of the small crowd around him, their admiration for his
long meat as it went to work. Fuck yeah. Overlaying the reality, he could
almost see the figure from his fantasy, on her knees before him. Hair
slightly messed up from the struggle. Sexy bitch. Gettin what you
deserve. He let his crotch thrust a little more firmly and deeply, the
hypnotising motion accentuating the sensation.

Jack moaned lightly in his desperate acceptance of the inevitable, the
ritual working its remorseless logic in his confused head. Yeah, he was
gonna be their bitch. That's what real men want. He could feel the hot
shaft working deeper toward his throat, back n forth real smooth n easy,
locked in sync with his natural technique. This shit was really
happening. His fate. His own meat twitched down below, despite the
fear. Motherfuckin straight dicks gonna do you, gonna feed you... What you
deserve, innit? Shouldn't have thought so much about it, should ya? They
can tell...

Kev had come round to stand the other side of Harry, leaving the towel
behind to stand confidently naked in Jack's peripheral vision. Thoughts of
violent domination skittered around his fucked-up mind, and he idly stroked
his massive weapon in anticipation. He got a real kick seeing the young
lad's mouth plugged full. (Remember? That's what it was like. Yeahhh.) I'm
gonna stretch that pretty little mouth of yours, you little cunt. Real
fuckin wide.

'Knew he was a fuckin queerboy the first time I saw him...'

It was a long time since the tattooed thug last had his dick sucked. Before
getting moved here, he'd screwed a younger cellmate in a fit of horny
frustration. Six months inside and he'd been desperate for some head, but
the lad had refused point blank to give it, so Kev had had to teach the
fucker a hard lesson on how to say yes. Sure, he'd lost some privileges for
a while, but it had felt mighty fine slamming it in over and over. The hot
rush of revenge, the pleasure building in his oversize weapon, loading the
fucker up. He'd do it all over again given the right circumstances.

Radek had drifted over to the wall, a little way back from the
action. There was a sickening fascination to the whole thing which made it
impossible to turn away, even if he'd been able to. He could feel the
tension clamouring in his head and wished it would stop, fighting the urge
to run, knowing that was impossible. He knew that he mustn't get involved,
but how long would it take? How could he keep out of it if the others
insisted? His hands continued to tremble, stuffed out of sight in his
pockets.

'Right queerboy, think it's time you got to work on the team here.' Phil
nudged BigJim. 'Go on Stanton. Get stuck in.'

Jack felt powerless as he watched Harry pull his sexy meat away and step
back to make room for the bulky giant. Numb anticipation filled his young
skull. A terrifying rollercoaster ride he couldn't get off. Jack stared at
the bulge in BigJim's jeans as the bald-headed giant figure stepped up,
chunky fingers fiddling with the top button. Dannyboy and Kev also closed
in, with DannyBoy deftly removing his boxers and tossing them behind,
taking hold of his firmed up weapon. Yeahhh. Hot face-fuckin action. Let's
fuckin go team. Let's fuckin do it.

'Bet you're gettin real excited now, huh? Thinkin bout all these fuckin
dicks...' Kev spat on Jack, who flinched slightly, feeling the moisture
slide down his neck.

'M'fuckin straight...' Jack muttered the words through gritted teeth,
loudly enough to be heard.

Kev stared at him with contempt. He'd built up years of intense loathing
for anyone queer, and the accumulated irritation from the footie games made
this revenge all the sweeter. Seemed pretty black n white to him. You suck
Sike's dick and don't want to be moved... Do you think we're idiots? Ain't
no doubt about it, queerboy.

'Yeah right. Change the fuckin record, sunshine. We heard what you been up
to every night. With your DAD.' The intent in his voice was unmistakeable.

'Fraid ya secret's out Kenton. You're gonna have some real fun comin your
way before the end of this year...' Phil let the statement hang in the
air. What's the worst you can imagine, eh? 'Ain't that right, Harry?'

'Yeahhh. Plenty.' Harry's mind was on autopilot, acting out the role he'd
kept suppressed for so long. It was OK, the kid deserved it... All part of
his prison punishment. The black hole of domination in his mind swallowed
any thought of empathy. The ritual had him hooked.

'Ain't had an official prison bitch for some time...' The older officer
grinned again.

Jack felt the shame wash through him as he glanced around. How was this
happening? And yet seeing the hot meat all around being prepped ready for
action was undeniably hypnotic. It's like he said, you're gonna get
properly dickfed, ain't cha? All that cum... Tough blokes shootin the
juice. There was the dull beat of twisted lust in his skull now. Porn
dreams sniffin the wind... He watched in a trance as BigJim's aroused
manhood was revealed from the white briefs within, an extensive splurge of
blond pubic hair framing it. The heavy nutsack dangled, fresh juice within.

Phil dug a little deeper, ever keen to inflict psychological harm. It made
him feel alive. This is how it's done, Sikeman, this is how it's done.

'Think you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you, Kenton? Being the prison
bitch. You'll be kept busy alright. Word'll get around quick enough...'

Jack knew he was done for. Gangbang images floated teasingly in his head,
terrifying but compulsive. They were gonna screw his face just like they'd
screwed hers. Frustrated straight blokes wantin to get their dicks
serviced. No women around, so they had to make do with second best. If he
tried to resist they'd just fuck him instead. Maybe they would
anyway. Fuck. He was dead meat, surely. This was what he deserved for
showing off. If only he'd been a bit average at the footie, maybe this
would never have happened. Maybe. He shook his head slowly in reply to the
brutal officer's question, his senses slipping into slo-mo, drifting down
into a world of demons disguised as men. His dad wasn't here to protect
him. Phil cuffed him round the head, hard, and the trapped teenager saw
stars as he swayed from the blow. His knees and wrists ached.

'You really do need to start telling the truth a bit more often,
Kenton. It'll hurt less that way.'

Jack tried to rally his defence once more, his voice slurring slightly as
if he were drunk. 'I'm tellin yer, I'm fuckin straight. I
don't... wanna...' He felt the hideous shame even denying it, unable to
repeat the officer's words. 'Don't wanna do it... Ain't gonna
be... that...'

But his attempt was rewarded with sniggers and outright laughter.

'He thinks we're thick, don't he?'

'Straight as a fuckin corkscrew...'

'He fuckin wants it.'

'Trouble is, Kenton, none of us believe yer. And you know why, don't ya?'
Phil smirked around. Nods of affirmation.

Radek shifted uncomfortably. If only they knew what he knew. He clenched
his jaw tight. Don't say anything. Just. Don't. Say. Anything.

'Yeahhh, we know. And everyone's gonna fuckin know.'

'Lyin little queerboy cunt.'

The insults chipped away at him. The teenager ran his tongue nervously over
and around his teeth. In his troubled mind he could see the woman's cum
laden lips and multiple penetrations, totally dirty and horny. And now,
this intense fantasy was becoming real for him, a dark dream from which he
just couldn't wake up. He could see Kev's massive tool just off to the
right and, despite his hatred for the man, felt a deep sense of awe that he
was soon going to have that sliding in his mouth. Motherfuckin bull dick,
ramming his gob full. Fuckin insane... But the thought of gettin fucked,
rough n raw... The anxiety in his stomach grew and fear edged further into
his bones.

'Go on Stanton, fuckin give it to him.' Phil winked in encouragement.

'Yeah, go on mate, fuckin do it.' Dannyboy couldn't hide his eagerness.

BigJim's semi-hard tool didn't seem quite as long as Harry's, but it was
much wider near the base. It hung over his white briefs from the open fly,
cut head tight and smooth. The soft muscularity of his bulky, builder's
frame led up from the fraying waistband of his light blue jeans, past the
hairy bulge of his stomach toward the broad fuzzy expanse of his chest and
round face above. A few tattoos on each upper arm. Even in his pit of
despair, Jack inevitably found himself making snide comparisons with his
dad. You need to work out a bit mate. Get some o that definition
back... But there was strength enough there to do plenty of damage, no
doubt.

'I ain't had a fuckin blow job for years, kid, so you better make it fuckin
good.'

Jack nodded almost absent-mindedly and leaned forward slightly to let his
mouth sink on to it. He had to give in to the task. Whatever was said, he
would just have to take it. The man had an unexpected sweetness and with a
faint shudder of acceptance Jack realised that he liked the taste, just as
he did with Harry. A hint of all the cumloads he'd be swallowing later. His
straight instincts shivered on the sidelines. He was playing a game he
could never win, with no prospect of a final whistle. His young lips worked
back and forth, willing pleasure into the man's tool, widening each time he
went deep to accommodate the man's girth at the base. The man's meat was
quick to respond to the fine sensations and was soon as hard as a rock.

'Awww fuck, that's pretty damn good, kid. You certainly had some practice
ain't ya? Heh.'

'Yeahhh.'

'Proper little cocksucker...'

'Plenty o practice with his dad...'

'kin queerboy.'

'Should we make this a regular fixture lads? Every Friday?' BigJim grinned
around and Kev gave an evil laugh.

Skunner snorted. Once was enough. But even he was playing with his dick now
inside his trackies. He respected his giant cellmate and knew that this
wasn't some gay shit. They were just having a laugh, team mates
together. Giving out punishment to this fucker who seriously deserved
it. He wasn't gonna be left out.

'Yeah. This after match training thing was a fuckin good idea.'

'Little cunt's certainly got some useful skills.'

Dannyboy stared transfixed at BigJim's dick being pleasured, envy needling
through his mind. He'd wanted to do that for months and months, but hadn't
had the courage or the opportunity to do anything about it. Still, seeing
it happen here was fuckin grand. And having the lads all around gettin
their meat up. Wow. It was hot as fuck. His mind was on fire and the weapon
in his hand swelled to full strength.

Being the lazy sort, BigJim was content to let Jack do the work, and he
yawned and idly scratched under one hairy armpit whilst Jack moved back and
forth. He groaned in appreciation as Jack hit a particularly good angle and
went deep, young tongue stimulating his stiff meat in just the right
way. He grunted and muttered his approval.

'Awww shit. That's reeeeeal nice... Fuckin suck it.'

'Yeah, he likes that meat o yours...' Dannyboy grinned at his mate, brown
eyes wide with suppressed desire itching to surface.

'Looks like it, dunnit?' BigJim stared down at the teenager going to work
on him. 'Proper little cocksucker'

Jack moaned quietly, unable to disagree, the fantasy of submission pinning
him down, messing with his head. All these straight motherfucking
dicks... He was really doin it.

BigJim turned to Dannyboy. He could see his younger mate was keen.  'Do you
wanna go, mate?'

A smile to the big guy. One day... 'Yeah. Sure.'

BigJim pulled out to stand between Kev and Harry, continuing to wank
himself. Dannyboy got straight in there before Jack barely had time to take
in the sight of what was coming, the wide reddish-purple head of the thick
veiny shaft penetrating his waiting lips. More like his dad's dick to look
at, just not quite as long. A flood of guilt and shame at the the thought
of Sike. Far away and unaware. He'll go totally mental. I've let you down
dad. I've fuckin let you down. I'm sorry. Should have fought harder.

'Fuck yeah. Niiiice... Real niiiiice.'

'Good huh?'

'Yeaaahhh.'

Jack gazed at the spread of the naked crotch before him, the dead-straight
weapon now working him, the tight nuts and thick dark pubes, the flexing of
stomach muscle. Male sex in control; him destined to receive it, to
pleasure it. He glanced up. Dannyboy was nearer Harry's age, and similarly
handsome if not as square-jawed. He wasn't overly muscular, but fit enough,
with a mass of dark chest hair set against his pale skin. He'd always
seemed like one of the more chilled out blokes to Jack, but he was
certainly keen to take control now, setting his own steady rhythm and
holding Jack's head in place while he did. His horned-up gaze bore down.

'Mmmmmm. You fuckin know how to do it right, don't cha, fella. You like
having all these dicks to suck, don't you? You fuckin do, I can tell...'
Dannyboy was imagining what it must be like to be in Jack's
position. You're one seriously lucky fucker, even if you are straight. Make
the fuckin most of it... But at the same time he knew with chilling
certainty that he wouldn't want to be known as a queerboy in this
place. Bad stuff was bound to happen sometime. He'd seen it.

There was something inviting in the man's tone that reminded Jack of the
way his dad encouraged him, and he had to stop himself from nodding his
agreement. Shit. Don't be so fuckin stupid. That would be a really bad
move. He could feel the sting and ache of his scraped knees on the cold
hard floor, and shifted position slightly to cope. But still he kept his
lips tight and moist, his tongue moving and his throat open as Dannyboy
worked his engorged veiny thickness deeper in steady rhythmic thrusts. The
numerous sessions with his dad had prepared Jack well, and he didn't
gag. Fuckin good for a straight boy, eh? Aghhh.

'He's fuckin gettin it now.'

'Yeeeaaahh. Fuckin is.'

'S'what he wants, innit? Little cocksucker.'

'Yep.'

Phil felt a quiet sense of triumph. His revenge was nearly complete. And it
was fuckin horny to boot. You shouldn't have messed with me Sikeman. I was
always gonna beat you in the end.

All around him Jack could hear the quiet rhythmic sounds of hands working
their meat, and the low appreciative grunts of men tuned in and turned on
by the ritual of humiliation they were witnessing. He could see them in the
corners of his vision. Raw masculine energy filled the bare grey walled
changing room, mingling with the residual odours of sweat and damp. The
kneeling teenager stared forward into the thrusting black fuzz, emotionally
numb but senses fully heightened. The flavour and smell swirled around his
head. The slivers of Dannyboy's juice leaking on to his tongue reminded him
of dope, weirdly. It had that strange heaviness to it. What he wouldn't
give for a spliff...

'How about you Skunner? Wanna turn?' Phil addressed the short man who had
only just lowered his trackies to wank himself openly.

'I guess.' Skunner had no wish to appear keen, but fuck did he did want a
blow job. Wished it were a real fuckin bitch though. He slouched over
trying not to appear keen, and took the retreating Dannyboy's place,
staring down at Jack with aggressive intent.

'Oi cocksucker, look up.'

Despite the insult, Jack looked up at the short wiry figure of the scowling
man, and Skunner did exactly what Kev had done previously: spat with force,
only this time it was right in the middle of the Jack's forehead. The
teenager refused to flinch and kept his face stony, glaring up. He'd never
liked Skunner even slightly and wanted more than ever to punch his lights
out, but here and now he wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of
responding.

'Well, what are you fuckin waitin for?'

Jack looked down, the anger seething under his skin. He breathed a ragged
breath in and out. Fuckin tosser. Yer dick's not so big either is
it. Mighta guessed you were tryin to make up for something. Explains a lot.

But without warning Skunner took firm hold of the back of Jack's head and
thrust his tool in, launching into an energetic jackhammer rhythm that left
the young man struggling to keep up with the speed even though it didn't go
deep.

'Fuckin cocksucker, yeah. What are ya? Fuckin queerboy. You fuckin like
that? Fuckin dick fuckin ya face.'

Skunner was fighting his disgust with barely disguised fury. Still, the
warmth of those lips... He narrowed his eyes and let his imagination run
wild, slowing down a touch as he did. Her sleek, dark body writhing on the
floor beneath him. Nasty hot bitch. Yeah. Imagined her high pitched yelps
of delight. Yeahhh. You got the fuckin real thing here,
baby... Mmmmm. Gonna fuckin give it to ya now. His fantasy spilled over
into mumbled horny aggression.

'Yeah. You want it, bitch. You fuckin want it, don't cha? Gonna do it
nasty. Yeahhhh. Fuckin take it.'

Kev eyed Skunner's concentration, mesmerised. Each successive penetration
of the cocky youth's face had fired him up a little bit more, giving him
twisted kicks as he watched the defeated look in those young
eyes. (Remember that? Lookin up... Desperate to please...) This is what you
wanted, you queer cunt. His monster dick was swelling and rising, feeling
good beneath his spit-slick hand. It'd be his turn soon enough. You just
wait, you little fucker. I've got a fuckin monster here. Gonna make you
choke.

Phil rubbed his meat through his pocket. He wasn't completely letting his
guard down: you never could with this lot. But he could see they were
getting off on it. Well, almost everyone... He glanced at the blond Pole by
the wall, who seemed frozen like a statue as he watched. Relax, man, he
thought, no need to be so uptight. You'll enjoy it. He looked back at the
others watching Skunner. They were all transfixed, pleasuring
themselves. Yeahhh. You made this happen. You're a fuckin genius. He
gestured to Kev.

'Your turn, Newman.'

Jack watched Skunner pull out and tried not to pay attention to the
thudding in his chest. He knew what was coming. The crazy thug's fearsome
weapon was there before him now, swelling toward perfection, the man's
shaved crotch seeming to further emphasise its size. It was at least as
thick as his dad's, and looked like it was a bit longer even though it
wasn't totally hard yet. He glanced up at the man it belonged to, hatred
mixed with a grudging and fearful admiration for his mature muscular
physique, the majority of his smooth torso and arms covered in intricate
design. Proper geezer. Similar to Sike in some respects, and at least twice
Jack's age for sure. Just not quite as hefty as his dad. The bristled face
glared down at him.

'Wot you fuckin looking at gayboy? I don't wanna look at your ugly mug.' A
firm hand forced Jack's head back downwards. 'Fuckin look at this. Bet it's
bigger than ya DAD'S, huh?'

The youth didn't want to give his enemy the satisfaction, even if it was
true. He stared at the man's obscene hugeness at close range. Straight
motherfuckin bull dick. A shiver in his core.

'Fuckin answer me you little cunt.' Kev followed Phil's example from
earlier and viciously thwacked Jack around the head with the flat of his
hand. Jack muttered an insult under his breath, suppressed violence
coursing through his veins.

'Ask him yerself.'

Predictably, this earned Jack another blow to the head, and set his left
ear ringing. He felt a sliver of satisfaction that he'd succeeded in
annoying the man. But then Kev took hold of his substantial meat and began
to beat the kneeling teenager's face with it.

'You like that? Huh, gayboy? Big fuckin dick bashin ya face.'

Jack gazed forward in a trance, the name-calling stinging, his vision
filled with the man's sexual aggression. He remembered their confrontation
in the shower and previous near-confrontations out in the yard. He knew by
reputation and experience that this tattooed hard man was a bit of a nutjob
and best avoided. His dad could probably take him down, but then he felt
sure his dad could take anyone down. Still, that was no fuckin help right
now. His dad wasn't here.

'Looks tasty, huh? What do you say? How about you give it a lick now.'

A sudden unexpected kick from Phil's boot whacked into Jack's lower
back. He jolted and grimaced with the voltage of pain and let out a yelp,
stifling the urge to swear at the officer.

'I'd fuckin do what he says, Kenton, if you know what's good for ya. Newman
doesn't like people saying no to him. Ain't that right, Newman?'

'Too fuckin right.'

His vision slightly fuzzy at the edges, Jack stared at the thick fleshy
cylinder being offered to him, the fat shiny head fully revealed with its
gaping piss slit, the large nutsack dangling behind. Loaded up. The veiny
weapon had him in target, straight male domination exercising its
inevitable power. Despite his deep-seated instinct to resist, he felt the
twisted logic of his dark dream of submission telling him to accept. This
is just how it is now. How it's gonna be... You've sucked four dicks
already... What's the big deal? There was nothing he could do but obey. He
leaned forward and let his tongue make contact, licking at the man's sex as
instructed, feeling like a dog. Unable to stop himself admiring it. The
tang of bittersweet flavour. You fuckin know what that is, don't cha?
Yeahhh.

The muscular figure watched the lad below with a mix of contempt and animal
hunger, enjoying the sight of his monster tool being respected as it ought
to be by the beaten down youth. Another shadow of distant memory clouded
his angry mind. Admit it boy. Just fuckin admit it. Pent up anger and
desire for physical gratification marched in lockstep, inseparable.

'Like the taste o that big dick, gayboy?'

Jack didn't respond to the provocation, but his mind was on fire with horny
submission. He could sense the tension in the tattooed figure ready to
explode at any moment - the same way he could sense it in his dad sometimes
- and it scared the shit out of him. But, as with his dad, there was
something stupidly thrilling about what he was being forced to do,
experiencing the straight man's mighty sex and anticipating it entering
him. The thought of this had been lurking there at the back of his mind
right from the moment Phil had forced him down. This is really fucking
happening. Real men doin ya like a bitch. Gonna feed you their loads. Maybe
they're gonna fuck you too... He shivered and moaned gently in his dark
dream.

'You fuckin want it, don't you? You want it real bad.'

Murmurs of agreement all around.

'Course he fuckin does...'

'Yeahhh.'

'You can see it in is face...'

'Come on, just admit it sunshine. We all fuckin know.'

The teenager's tongue was seeking the spot on the underside of the man's
head that always worked when he was sucking his dad. The man's massive
prick filled his vision and senses, and raw lust filled the air around his
head, taunting him with what was to come. It was gonna fill his gob
full... He could sense how the others were admiring the size of it
too. Without thinking of the consequences, he gave in to the feeling and
nodded, giving a small 'yeah' of acknowledgement.

NOW you admit it, you little shit. Kev snarled. Again, the shards of memory
dug into his heart, refusing to settle. This is how it always was, weren't
it bruv? How it always was. But that was then... He looked around at Phil,
BigJim, Dannyboy and Skunner, giving a thumbs up sign and an evil
grin. Most of them nodded back at him in acknowledgement. They'd broken the
fucker at last.

'Well Kenton, about time you showed yer true colours. You better open up
that pretty little mouth o yours and get to work on Newman here, seeing as
you want his meat so much.' Phil was just as keen to see the lad choke as
Kev was.

Jack stared along the length of it to the wide spread of the man's crotch,
enthralled and hypnotised. Big straight motherfuckin meat ready and
waiting. This was it. He licked his lips, opened them and leaned forward to
take the shiny head on to his waiting tongue. Fuck yeahhhhh. This is the
biggest of the bunch, alright. Feel the size of that... He clamped his lips
tight and began to move steadily back and forth, letting his saliva coat it
and his tongue feel the shape, the tangy-sweet flavour overpowering his
senses. Shit. He was suckin crazy Kev's huge meat at last. He could feel
his jaw stretching to accommodate the girth of it, his lips slipping over
the man's foreskin and easing it back and forth. He glanced up briefly at
the stack of tattooed muscle above. Fuckin hard straight bloke. This is
really happening. Fuckin incredible.

'Go on, gayboy. Suck it like a bitch.'

'That's what he wants, innit?'

'Yeah, queerboy. We're watchin ya.'

Harry observed proceedings with a now familiar but still puzzling
fascination, lightly stroking his long tool and letting the pleasure
flow. The scene was similar to that he'd seen through the cell door after
lights out, Kev's age, build and tattoos making him look quite similar to
Sike, if not quite as imposing. The sight of the tough inmate feeding his
huge dick to the kneeling teenager was compelling to watch. Aggressive
mature masculinity forcing the fit young lad to accept the inevitable, to
submit to power.

'That's the fuckin way. Yeahhh. Ya big daddy's taught you well, ain't he?'

'Oh yeah, he's been teaching him well, alright... I've seen em at it.'

Kev gave a short unfriendly laugh, but he couldn't argue with the lad's
technique. It felt fuckin perfect. In response, his tool had hardened up
completely and he found himself engrossed by the sight of it moving in and
out of those soft young lips. He remembered his last girlfriend. Great to
fuck but she never quite got the hang of a good blow job. One of the things
they always ended up arguing about. This lad had the knack, alright... A
stab of irrational jealousy. Sike was gettin this every day.

'Fuckin look at that.'

'Little cunt's goin for it...'

'Wants to be a proper bitch.'

'Yep. Sure does.'

Jack could hear what was being said but he was shutting it out. Pleasuring
this incredible manhood was what mattered right now, and he was taking it
deeper, feeling the head of it slide across his tongue and aiming for his
throat. His mind a was a blur of half-formed thoughts and porn images,
nothing making sense. A woman getting taken in every hole at once, big
dicks givin her the juice. Fuck yeahhhh. He was gonna get to experience
that. Straight boy screwed by a gang of rough n tough blokes in
prison... Their substitute bitch. Loading up on their cum... Arrrghhhh. It
was totally fuckin insane. Why do you fuckin want to experience that? His
dick pulsed with blood in his shorts, the debased fantasy stimulating him
without him needing to touch himself.

The aggressive thug took hold of Jack's head and began to control the
movement, keeping his strokes long and steady. You wanna be a bitch, huh,
gayboy? Well let me show you just how it's done. I'm a fuckin pro, me. He
felt the power in his body and admired the sight of his mighty meat in
action, receiving the slick attention of the lad's mouth in waves of
pleasurable stimulation. Hmmmm. It had been so long... This was pretty
damned fine. He tilted Jack's head so that their eyes met and paused for a
moment.

'You really fuckin scored now, huh, gayboy?' The man grinned at his own
humour. 'Haha. Bet you dint realise this was comin when you checked it out
in the shower...'

Jack, mouth stuffed wide, saw the hard unfriendly grin above and remembered
the earlier confrontation. He took in the man's rough features, the
bristling unshaved face, thick neck as wide as his head, the muscular arms
and firm expanse of chest, thoroughly inked with dark patterns, symbols and
a large snake down one side. He could see the name Amy in big elaborate
letters on the man's upper left arm. Hate and admiration knotted up in his
confused mind and the tangy-sweet flavour lingered, making his mouth water
in anticipation of the load lurking in those hefty nuts. Imagine it
shooting... Adrenaline rush. Heart thumpin. What was happening was amazing
and he couldn't pretend otherwise. He nodded.

'You like having this big straight dick fuckin ya face, huh?'

The man delivered his words with aggressive intent. Porn dreams sniffing
the wind for something violent they could do... Jack could feel the heavy
weight of it right there in his mouth. It was really fucking happening. He
nodded again.

Kev clenched his fists. Part of him wanted to smash the lad's face in. To
smash that memory to pieces. 'Yeah, course you do. You just keep suckin
like a bitch on heat. We're gonna make your wildest dreams come true,
queerboy... Ain't that right, lads?'

There were murmurs and grunts of agreement all round. Skunner spat on the
ground. Phil again glanced at Radek, who hadn't moved. Ah well, there was
always one. We'll get to him. Meanwhile, he had another knife to dig.

'Guess what Kenton... When Sike gets moved on there'll be plenty of
opportunities for a talented little cocksucker like you. You'll be in
demand alright.'

Jack felt a sudden wave of terror wash through his horny submission. What
the fuck? When Sike gets moved on? No no no no no... You're fucking making
that up, mate. That can't be true. Can't be. Could it?

Kev roughly pushed Jack's head down to face his tackle again and resumed
his facefucking motion with determination. Pleasure gripped his mind, but
also the instinctive desire to do damage. Making up for lost
time... Reliving... The kid was gonna get it good. He was taking long deep
strokes, bringing the fat firm head of his weapon right back to the lad's
lips each time, before plunging it remorselessly back in.

'He's really fuckin gettin it now.' BigJim couldn't quite believe what he
was seeing. Surely the lad was gonna choke on that thing?

'Fuckin takin it too.' Dannyboy was in awe. He felt the stiffness surge in
his grip as he watched the handsome youth attempt to deal with the invading
monster. Had to be one of the horniest sights he'd ever seen.

Skunner grunted. He was jealous of Kev's size and felt inadequate by
comparison. But he respected the man nonetheless. Not someone you ever
wanted to cross. Much like Sike. A bad feeling rose in his gut. What if he
finds out about this? He'd heard some very bad things... Shit. Don't think
about him, man.

Jack was in torment, still reeling from Phil's casual bombshell, but having
to deal with the reality in front of him. Big, big fuckin dick. Doin me
face. Tough straight blokes in control... Fuck... He could hear their
grunts and mutterings of approval, their frustrated longings being released
by this humiliating ritual. This was the terrifying reality of
it. Gayboy. Queerboy. Aggghhhhhhh. The anxiety continued to knot up in his
gut, even as the man's awesome thickness forcefed him its unstoppable
arousal. In and out, over and over. Hypnotic and powerful. Wouldn't take
long for word to get around alright. His heart sank. Life wouldn't be worth
living. He sucked for all he was worth.

The muscular figure groaned with pleasure. 'Mmmmm. Yeahhh. That's the
way. Feels fuckin good, bitch.'

The tormented lad could feel the pressure and speed increasing, and with
his head held firm by the man's strong hands there was no escape, his own
hands still cuffed behind him. He tried to do exactly what he would do to
take his dad in one of his particularly aggressive moods, and it worked up
to a point, but Kev's huge meat was just that little bit bigger. He stared
wide-eyed and desperate at the massive tool as it plunged in again and
again. His crazed thoughts circled round in a whirl of darkening
confusion. You wanted this. You fuckin wanted this. Yeahhhhh.... Feel the
fuckin size of it... Tough straight bloke doin you like a sexy
bitch... Fuckin deserve it, don't cha... Fuckin hell... S'too much... Too
much... Nnnnghhhhhhhh... He suddenly gagged and spluttered.

Kev and Phil both laughed. BigJim grinned. This was good sport.

'Fuckin give it to im...'

'Yeah, you show him Kev'

'Come on you gay cunt, you fuckin wanted it.' Kev brutally shoved his hard
missile back in, making the youth's eyes water again as he tried and failed
to relax and receive. The dangerous thug was enjoying seeing the little
fucker struggle to cope. 'Not so full of yerself now, are ya? Full of this
though, ain'tcha.' He laughed.

In a daze, struggling to breathe, Jack watched the man attacking him with
his sexy weapon. Fear and awe zipped around his skull, and he glanced up
again briefly from the pumping groin to take in the swathe of tattooed
torso above, the shadow of the man's strong arms as they held him firmly in
place. So much like his dad... Except... His dad cared about him. His dad
was gonna look after him. An intense feeling of empty horned-up despair
gripped his head and he spluttered and choked once more as Kev drove his
near ten inches as deep as he could, bringing the teenager's face right in
toward his sweaty crotch. He held it there as Jack panicked and moaned
wordlessly for mercy, unable to breathe properly, gag reflex trying to kick
in. Young eyes wide, face turning red, the heady smell of the man's crotch
overpowering him.

'Mmmm. That feels fuckin nice. You got my whole dick in there,
gayboy. Fuckin big, innit?'

Kev was getting the sadistic satisfaction he'd craved, amplified by the
grunts of approval around him. Team-mates together inflicting some sweet
torture. Yeahhhh. He looked down at his victim, revelling in the sight of
the cocky teenager impaled and growing frantic. This is what you fuckin
wanted, queerboy... Realising the lad was probably about to pass out eased
the pressure and withdrew. Jack gasped for breath, head swimming, jaw
aching. His unsteady vision saw the monstrous tackle there at close range,
fully aroused and dangerous, the man's chunky legs planted either side. In
his peripheral vision he could see some of the others standing around,
still stroking themselves, enjoying the punishment they were witnessing. It
wasn't over by a long shot. Motherfuckin straight dicks in charge... He
felt weak and trapped. A rat in a cage.

Phil gave Jack another well-judged kick in his side, which sent another arc
of pain jolting through the lad's body. 'Stand up Kenton.' He motioned to
Harry. 'Let's take these off him now, he ain't goin anywhere.'

The lad stood up unsteadily, coming face to face with the glowering face of
Kev. He visibly recoiled and looked away. He felt Harry undo the cuffs and
looked around the changing room nervously, the unforgiving fluorescent
light illuminating the familiar room, now his torture chamber. The door was
too far away and would probably be locked anyway. There really was no
escape. He rubbed at the marks on his wrists, wondering why he'd been
released.

The answer came immediately. Phil viciously shoved him toward the nearest
of the benches in the middle of the changing room and he stumbled forward,
falling heavily on to the bench with outstretched arms, his head narrowly
missing the row of hooks above

'Right, Kenton, get yer kit off. NOW.'

The teenager turned and sat on the bench, trying to calm himself. He knew
what was coming. He'd known all along. The team were all watching him,
Dannyboy and Kev proudly naked, BigJim and Skunner bare-chested, The other
guy - Roddick or whatever his name was - he could see out of the corner of
his eye. He was just doing nothing at all. Strange. Unlike Harry, Phil
didn't have his dick out, which also seemed odd... But there was no time to
ponder.

'Get a fuckin move on queerboy, we ain't got all day.' Phil snarled the
instruction, conscious of the time. 20 minutes more was probably all he
could safely assume.

The frightened lad's heart thumped. Adrenaline kick. Without saying a word
he took off his T-shirt, footie shorts and socks, pushing them to one
side. He was proud enough of his developing physique, but he felt more
exposed and vulnerable with his kit off for sure. These men were not just
all older than him, they were stronger than him too. Even Skunner.

'And those.' Phil gestured at the boxers.

Jack gritted his teeth and, stonyfaced, did as he was told. He better not
get any kind of fucking hard on now. That would be more damning than
anything.

'Get up and kneel on the bench, facing this way.'  The youth stared at him,
hate and fear vying for the upper hand. You're gonna die,
mate. 'Fucking. Do it.' Reluctant compliance. Porn dreams sniffing the
wind...

The burly uniformed figure strode round behind Jack, out of his field of
vision. Again the sense of not knowing what was coming. A rough hand
pressed down on his neck. Sniffing the wind for something violent they
could do...

'Crouch down. You've got more sucking to do, queerboy.'  Phil looked over
at the silent blond figure standing by the wall. 'Come on, about time you
got stuck in, eh? You're a team player, ain'tcha?'

Radek looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He'd been starting to
think he might get away with just watching. The clear instruction on the
scrawled note flashed across his mind. Don't join in. I might spare
you... He was stuck between two terrible outcomes and he felt the tension
clamouring ever more loudly in his head.

'Er.... Please no. Not for me. I just watch.'

Phil gave him a look of warning. You should watch yourself. You're asking
for trouble... Kev was more to the point.

'Oi, Radish. Do what he says. It's a team effort, not a fuckin spectator
sport.'

Radek felt a bolt of annoyance slice through the tension. Kev was the only
one who ever used that nickname having made it up himself ('Yer Polish, yer
name's Radek, that makes you a Radish... Hahaha...'). Idiot.

'Is not my thing, yes?'

Kev was furious. 'It ain't my fuckin - thing - either, you Polish
cunt. It's a fuckin punishment.' He paused. 'You sayin I'm queer?'

Before Radek had a chance to respond, Kev marched over and grabbed the tall
blond man by the throat, naked fury unleashed.

Radek tried to push Kev away, but the angry tattooed muscle man was too
strong for him. He was pinned up against the wall, feet slightly off the
floor. he couldn't breathe.

'Come on cunt. ANSWER ME.' The man's angry shout reverberated from the bare
walls.

Phil intervened. This was entertaining, but a distraction, and there wasn't
time for distractions. In the commotion Harry had quickly tucked his meat
away ready to pounce also. They both pulled Kev off, who let them but
continued to look daggers at Radek. His broad tattooed chest heaved with
suppressed violence and effort.

'Easy does it, Newman. You can argue this out another time, the two of
ya. Not now. There's a job to do.' Phil gave the recovering Radek - who was
rubbing his neck and swallowing painfully - a dismissive look. 'You just
fuckin watch if that's what turns you on.'

Jack had knelt back up, unsure if this was gonna change anything. Seemed he
had an ally... It was soon clear it wasn't going to make any difference as
Phil was back behind him and forcing his head roughly down once more.

'Thought I told you to keep down, queerboy. If you wanna be the prison
bitch you're gonna have to learn to do what yer told.' He gestured at the
others. 'Let's feed him some juice, eh? He likes getting it from his dad.'

Dannyboy and Kev both advanced on Jack, working the hardness back into
their dicks after the interruption. The two masculine figures soon filled
Jack's vision entirely and the strange trance-like effect of the
humiliation ritual once more took him by the scruff of the neck, their
pumping fists at eye level. Rough n tough cons, banged up and seeking
release from their frustration, his fate to receive... The dark and dirty
gangbang dream, addictive in its terrifying intensity. You wanted this,
didn't you? Admit it, Jack... Admit... Big straight dicks feeding you...

'Hey gayboy, which one do you want first?' Buzzing from his violent
outburst, Kev was bursting with macho nonchalance. He had the biggest
fuckin dick here. No-one messed with him. The cocky little cunt was gonna
get done good n proper.

Jack stared, mind on autopilot, unable to see above the men's chests
because of the angle of his position. He still wanted to protest, to make
it clear that he really was straight, that all this was only being done
under duress, but nothing made sense any more. Everything he thought he was
had been turned upside down in barely a month. He was seriously, seriously
fucked up.

'Can't fuckin decide, huh? Kev paused and looked at Phil opposite. The
officer was wearing a sly grin and nodded slowly at him. He approved of the
psychological bullying.

'You better have both then...' Kev glanced at Dannyboy and grinned. 'Come
on mate, let's see how big his gob really is.'

Dannyboy needed no encouragement. Yeah, this was right fuckin horny... He
pressed forward, the bulging red-purple head of his veiny length pushing up
at one side of the lad's mouth to meet Kev's even more substantial meat
doing the same. The two dicks jostled for entry.

The sight and smell overwhelmed the prone teenager, and Jack could only
succumb to the masculine virility being forced into his face. His hands
pressed down on the edge of the bench for support, the wood digging into
his shins. He opened his mouth in dumb readiness. He knew deep down there
was no way they could both fit right in - it had been a fair stretch to
take Kev's thickness alone - but logic wasn't the game here. This was a
pure fantasy of domination being brutally enacted. His tongue reached out
to make contact. The porn image there in his head... Her cum covered
lips... Yeah... It was all real... A hand reached down and dug two chunky
fingers inside the side of his mouth, pulling insistently.

'Open that gob wider, cocksucker. Come on.'

Fearfully attempting to comply, Jack opened his jaw as wide as it would
go. The two weapons pressed in against each other and the shiny heads
squeezed in, one on top of the other. The shadow and heat of the two men's
bodies enclosed his face, their scents and tastes entwining. Jack felt his
dick pulse with guilty excitement, thankfully hidden. The hand moved under
his chin to keep his head up; another kept the back of his head from
pulling away. Locked in position. Kev's spit landed on his face once more.

'Yeahhh. You're gettin two for the price of one ere, gayboy. Aren't you the
lucky one?'

'Yeah. Might have to dislocate his fuckin jaw to get em all in tho.'

Jack moaned, mind in submissive horny overload at what was happening, but
increasingly afraid of where it was going. He could feel a rough hand on
his behind now. Shit. He remembered getting done both ends over the desk in
the interrogation room. Was that Phil behind him? He felt a twinge of
disgust at the thought. But porn images in his head once again teased him
with their impossible promises. Gang of rough straight blokes doin
ya... Incredible, innit? He moaned again, the ache in his jaw
intensifying. You wanted this.  Agghhhhhh... I was just thinkin about
it. Didn't really want it to happen...

Dannyboy stared down in a haze of desire. He could see and feel Kev's
powerful meat pressed against his, their bodies pressed in close together
as they inflicted their joint attack on the cute youth with his dark
buzz-cut hair. What was he? 19? 20? Had to be that at least to be in this
place, but didn't fuckin look it though. Looked a few years younger. Only
the faint shadow of shaved hair above his lip. He certainly looked and
acted straight too, for all Kev's taunts. Maybe he really was. Made it all
the fuckin hornier. Straight boy bein forced to take it. Heh. This must be
a wild fuckin ride for him... As for that tough geezer Sike doin it to
him. Mmmm. Fuck yeahhhh... He'd pay good money to be a fly on the wall in
that cell.

The others - Radek excepted - were crowding round now, watching the assault
and stroking themselves, the intensity in the room rising. The cocky lad
getting what he deserved. BigJim was lazily nodding his simple brutish
approval, one hand holding on to the rack of hooks, Skunner watching Phil
getting his tackle out and realising with a jolt that the officer was gonna
fuck the little cunt. Urrghhh. No way he was gonna risk getting his tool
dirty, but if it made the fucker hurt then it'd be worth seeing the agony
on his face.

Harry had relaxed again after Kev's outburst and had brought his smooth
length out once more. Something in his head was telling him that this was
well beyond the boundaries of acceptable punishment, but the long-denied
fantasy of domination was a runaway train now. They were all in it
together. There was no stopping it.

Phil had his fat stubby meat hard and ready for action already, and he spat
copiously on his hand to lubricate it.

'Right queerboy, we know how much you like gettin fucked by yer dad, so
you're gonna enjoy what's comin.'

He gripped the lad's young flesh, eyeing the smooth and lean torso bent
over before him. Perfect. Lust and blood filled his head and he spat
carefully over the lad's crack, a moment later intercepting the moisture
with his tool as he sought out the opening. He gave a deep satisfied grunt
as his fat stiffness found it's target and began to work itself inside the
tight ring of muscle. Yeahhh. He'd been seriously looking forward to
this. The lad gave a loud moan in response, which only further fired up his
sadistic pleasure.

'Got something you want to say, Kenton?' Phil motioned to Dannyboy and Kev
to free up the young man's mouth a moment.

The teenager gulped air and swallowed, still transfixed by the awesome
sight before him, but feeling the friction as the hated officer's hard
flesh stretched his hole. He was trying to relax his body to accept the
cold-hearted assault and suddenly the thought of Sike and his promises for
the future filled him with an ache of longing. Please dad. Fuckin help
me...

'I'm... nnnnnghhhh.... fckn straight.' His voice was shaky and cracked.

Snorts and mocking laughter surrounded him.

'Right you are, son. And Elvis is in the cell next door.'

More sniggers.

'That what you tell Sike every night, huh?'

'He's a fuckin lyin little cunt, that's what he is...' Kev grabbed the
lad's chin and yanked it upwards to lock his severe gaze with the scared
but defiant expression below. 'Ain't cha? Lyin little cunt.' The muscular
tattooed man slapped his monster dick on the lad's stupefied face. 'You
said you liked this meat o mine. We all fuckin heard ya.'

The tension was rising. Jack could feel the steady rhythmic thrusting of
the officer behind him, the press of uniform on his skin. The slow burn
getting more insistent. The obscenely massive tool was in his face,
taunting him. Real men gonna do ya... He tried to shake his head despite
the tight grip.

'Don't wannit...'

'Better learn to want it, Kenton. When Sike gets moved, think I might be
makin a recommendation for where to put you...' Phil grinned, callous
malice seeping from every pore. Find the weakness and push at it. Works
every time.

Kev wasn't sure what to make of this. The idea of Sike going anywhere soon
seemed improbable - the fucker was part of the furniture - and anyway, he
only wanted to let off steam like this every now and again, not have the
kid under his feet every night. He didn't need any more GBH on his ticket
either... But seeing the lad flinch at the officer's words he figured he'd
play along for a laugh.

'Hear that queerboy. Bet you can't wait, huh? You n me sharin a
cell... You'd get to see this motherfuckin dick o mine every day. That'd
turn you on, wouldn't it?' He sniffed loudly and dragged his hard sex
across the young lips. 'I'd fuckin punch ya lights out if you tried any o
that dad son shit with me tho. But I might let ya suck it when I'm bored.'
He spat once more into the lad's face. 'And then I'd fuckin beat you up.'

Jack felt the spit running down his cheek as he stared past the huge meat
up the man's broad frame, trying not to show any emotion. A terrible future
was taking shape which he'd not remotely considered, and it felt like
someone was taking a sledgehammer to his fragile dreams. For all the
fearful respect he'd learned double quick for Sike, he knew now that the
temperamental tough guy wanted to look after him, to protect him, to be his
dad for real. And that felt so unbelievably good. In a world of previous
false promises and broken trust he'd suddenly found something true... This
crazy fucker just wanted to destroy him. He tried to refuse the hardness
pressing now against his lips, demanding entry.

'The little cunt's got spirit.'

'Sure has.'

'He's askin for trouble.' Dannyboy felt a twinge of sympathy for the lad,
but the weight of delayed lust meant he wanted to see the sexy spit-roast
resume more than anything else right now. Cute straight lad takin it. Fuck
yeahhh. His hand moved faster, the warm glow of pleasure spreading all
around from his crotch. Cum was gonna flow soon...

Something snapped in Kev's mind, the shadow memories shifting and
taunting. A noose around his neck. You don't say no, kid. You don't say
no... He thwacked Jack hard on the side of his head with his free hand
whilst simultaneously tightening the grip around the smooth young chin like
a vice. 'Open the fuck up, or else.'

His ear ringing from the vicious blow, and the grip hurting his jaw, the
teenager's will crumbled. He looked along the man's stiff weapon as it slid
purposefully inside, the tangy-sweet flavour again assailing his senses. Oh
shit. Oh fuck. His thoughts raced, infused by porn images. Her submission
to the gang of evil straight blokes. This is what it's like. You're gettin
it both ends, ain'tcha. Pumping fists either side of him, loaded nutsacks
swinging, deep grunts of satisfaction. Masculine desire in full
flow. Fuck. The seconds were ticking by and by, but time seemed
suspended. The end felt like it would never arrive. Kev's incredible length
slid in and out, steady and relentless, pushing at his throat with each
smooth powerful stroke. He felt the sweaty heat of the man's crotch on his
face. Hate fed into his twisted submissive lust. Pussy-starved geezer dick
doin him like a bitch... Fuck yeah... Can't fight it. Prison rules. How it
has to be. Despite
 the pain and blurry vision, Jack felt his own dick twitch
involuntarily. He hoped against hope no one could see.

'Yeahhhh. Look at that. He's fuckin gettin it now.'

'Just what he fuckin deserves.'

'Suck on it gayboy. .'

BigJim had worked up the speed on his meat now, the soft-edged muscle of
his pecs and arms shaking slightly with the movement. The lad's total
humiliation had fired him up some. He could see the agony and disbelief in
the lad's glazed eyes. Now you know, huh? Fuckin cocksucker. Not so cocky
anymore, are ya? Heh.

Phil eyed the size of Kev's massive weapon ploughing away, a pang of
jealousy in his bones. There was something else he wanted to see. 'Oi
Newman, fancy comin round this side? Think Kenton might appreciate the, er,
full benefit of yer expertise.' The others mumbled their approval. They
wanted to see it too.

The tattooed man paused and looked up, fixing his dead-eyed stare on the
burly officer just under the line of hooks. He preferred watching the lad
gagging on his big tool and seeing the desperate look in those young eyes
(like it used to be... gotta learn to take it deep, bruv, yeahhhhhhh,
that's the way... fuuuuckin good...), but at the same time he appreciated
the brutality he could inflict the other end. He remembered just what a
punishing effect he'd had last time, his young cellmate writhing and
moaning in agony beneath him. (You'll fuckin say yes next time won't you,
you little cunt? Shame he'd not had the chance to find out...)

'Yeahhh. Why the fuck not? .'

Jack watched as the huge dick withdrew and the muscular figure walked
away. His shins ached from the hardness of kneeling on the bench and he
tried to shift position slightly. The knowledge of what was coming made him
shiver. His dad's dick was almost as big, but then his dad used massage oil
and tended to get things goin nice n slow, even if he did then get
rougher. He knew how to make it feel good. Knew how to look after his
son... And of course Jack wanted so much to satisfy him, especially when he
was a bit drunk. Fuckin hell dad. Where are you? I fuckin need you.

His troubled thoughts were interrupted by Dannyboy.

'Come on you lot, let's feed this fucker some juice. I'm gettin close.'

The man's pumping fist was there in Jack's face all of a sudden, the shiny
wide reddish-purple head ready for him. He opened his mouth to admit the
intruder and began the sucking ritual once more, the pumping fist moving to
the back of his head to hold him steady, the promise of an imminent load
sending sparks round his skull as he gazed along the veiny rod of steely
flesh into the darkness of the pubes at its base. He felt the hated
officer's dick slide out of his rear and another hot weapon pressing
in. Fuck.

'Here you fuckin go, sunshine. You're gonna feel this, I promise yer that.'
Kev spat on to the head of his dick as it rested in the lad's crack. He
rubbed the fluid up and down with the head of his meat and spat again to
repeat the process. Then he pulled apart the cheeks slightly to see where
he was aiming and pushed inexorably forward.

The small crowd of men all watched in fascinated awe at the powerful sight
of the man's mature thickness taking control of the lad's hole, the hardnut
going into fuck mode. Jack felt his tender ring of muscle being opened up
again and moaned as the monster began to work in. This was extreme...

'Shit, he's gettin it now.'

'That's the real fuckin deal.'

'Yeah, he's gonna fuckin feel that.'

'You enjoyin that, Kenton?'

Mouth plugged with Dannyboy's stiff meat, the lad moaned again in response
to Harry's question. The younger officer gazed enthralled, remembering his
first time in the interrogation room and how the power trip had intertwined
with his straight rape fantasy to make something so brutal and
addictive. So real. He wondered if Kev was gonna take the same path as
Sike. Anything could happen in this place, it seemed. No women
around. Gotta get yer kicks somehow, eh mate?

'Fuck yeah. You're one tight bitch, aren't ya? I'm gonna have to fuckin
loosen you up.' Kev gripped the lad's waist, digging his fingernails in. He
drew his meat back a touch and then pushed in deeper, eliciting yet another
load moan from his victim. He groaned as the warm tightness enveloped more
of his hot hard weapon. Deep guttural pleasure echoed by those watching the
captivating sight.

'Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh...'

That felt fuckin good. He knew he was being watched by the others, and
didn't intend to disappoint. He drew right out again to appreciate the
sight of his glistening tool readying to attack. You're fuckin well-hung
man... Just like ya brother was. Fuck yeahhhh. Gonna make you fuckin feel
it, kid. He slid his monster shaft back in and began to establish his
steady animal rhythm, tattooed stomach muscle flexing, heavy nuts
swinging. So good. He tensed his upper torso and arms, gripping the lad's
waist harder.

'You likin this, gayboy? You like bein a bitch?' A moan from
below. 'Yeah. Gettin your pussy loosened up by a real man now, int yer? Big
motherfuckin dick's gonna sort you out...'

Dannyboy was watching all this as his own engorged shaft worked the trapped
teenager's mouth. Kev's dirty talk and the pleasure of seeing his huge meat
going to work was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Total horny
overload. He looked down at the handsome young face, sexy eyes wide in
disbelief, his own thick veiny tool sliding so beautifully in and
out... Yeeeaaahhh. We're spit-roastin ya, straight boy. Doesn't get better
than this. You got so many loads comin your way...

'Ughhhhhh. Yeahhhh. Fuckin suck on it. Gonna start pumpin.'

A chorus of approving murmurs all around. They all knew the ritual demanded
this humiliation. Jack kept his lips clamped on the hard flesh, tongue
running along the underside as it slid back and forth Oh fuck. Fuck fuck
fuck. He gripped the edge of the bench, staring wildly at the vision of
male domination before him, the man's straight meat about to give him the
first load. The hint of dope was still in the taste there, still
intoxicating. The friction in his hole was intensifying as the violent
muscle man drove in his massive bull-dick, his strokes getting deeper all
the time. Porn dreams and crazed thoughts rushed and
tumbled... Nnnnnghhhhh... Really... fuckin... happening... fuckin... insane... He
moaned again, overwhelmed.

Dannyboy saw the wide-eyed lost look on the lad's face and imagined again
what it must be like. Straight boy submitting to the team. Getting done
both ends. Hard n raw. Real blokes in action. Fuck yeah. It was too
good. It was all too good. His breath quickened and he felt himself
crossing the line, hairy nuts tightening and the intense rush of ecstasy
overtaking him.

'Fuck. I'm comin. I'm fuckin comin. Nnnnnnghhh. Nnnnnnnnnnghhhhh.'

Jack felt the hand on his head grip harder and heard the man's impassioned
groan. The gangbang fantasy ruthlessly took hold once more in his confused
head. Gettin fucked and fed by a bunch of tough straight inmates... Their
substitute bitch. The thick veiny length seemed to swell to super-hardness,
then moments later began to shoot ropes of creamy juice as everything went
slo-mo. Oh maaaaan. Oh fuuuuuck. He groaned in acceptance.

'Ahhh, fuck yeahhh. Fuckin taste it.' Dannyboy stared, face flushed,
basking in the glow, his motion easing as the load continued to flow.

The buzzing taste was familiar to Jack, but subtly different. Less
sweet. Not really salty, just intense, like it was extra concentrated or
something. He felt the shape of the pulsing head with his tongue, the cum
coating it and collecting in his mouth. He stared at the spread of the
man's dark crotch hair, mind swimming in a sea of submissive
madness. You're fuckin straight, Jack, remember? Remember? He felt the
sickening lurch of degradation there deep in his gut. Can't stop it
happenin. Tough blokes in charge... No choice...

BigJim watched the double dick action in awe, the cocky lad getting some
rough prison justice. Learning to take it like a bitch. Heh. Good
sport. His team-mate's climax had given him a real momentum kick and his
hand moved faster.

'Yeahhhh. How'd you like the taste o that, gayboy? As good as ya dad's?'
Kev twisted the knife, a passionate aggression taking hold. The old
memories lurked, being renewed and revitalised, sparking his imagination as
he watched Jack being made to take Dannyboy's load.

The tattooed man's voice filled Jack with fear, reminding him that they all
knew what was going on. At least they didn't know that about the gangbang
porn and where his fevered imagination had led him before today... But fuck
it, it was just his way of trying to face the terrible reality Phil had
promised. It wasn't like the stuff with his dad. That was different. That
was fuckin special. His dad was gonna look after him, and he was gonna look
after his dad. That was the deal... This was just a punishment. And yeah,
he probably deserved it. Got too cocky with ya team-mates, dintcha? He
could feel the tattooed thug's awesome hard meat filling his hole, the
burning sensation growing ever more impossible to ignore. Gettin fucked,
intcha. Nnnnghhhhh. Motherfuckin straight dick in control. Aghhhhhhh. What
you deserve... Fuck...

'He's a good little cocksucker. Course he fuckin likes it.' BigJim laughed
and continued to work his tool. There'd be more soon enough.

Kev was enjoying the display too, even as he continued his driving
assault. Total humiliation, just the way it should be... You're getting
well n truly fucked, kiddo. You're never gonna give us any fuckin cheek
again, are ya? Reckon you shouldn't show ya face in here again. He felt the
buzz of lust and power as they fed off one another, and admired his own
muscular physique, his mighty dick a sexual weapon. Yeahhhh.

'Better give him some more then, eh lads?' Phil again felt the surge of
triumph. Ha. Sweet, sweet revenge. You lose, Sikeman. I'm breaking your
prized possession. And everyone's gonna know about it.

'Well I'm nearly ready to shoot...' BigJim stepped forward, a casual hand
on Dannyboy's shoulder, his right hand still working his stiff
tool. Dannyboy turned to his big mate with a wide grin, a glazed look of
ecstasy in his eyes.

'Yeah mate, he's all yours. Fuckin give him another mouthful.'

He took hold of his sated tool and slowly removed it from the lad's mouth,
squeezing out the last of his juice so that it dribbled on to the still
open lips. Fuckin hot. 'There you go...' He stepped back.

Jack hadn't yet swallowed the load in his mouth. He was in too much of a
daze. He ran his juice coated tongue absent-mindedly over his lower lip,
looking upwards as the giant figure of BigJim took Dannyboy's place. Bent
forward, the youth was unable to see above the man's vast torso and the
greying fuzz on his chest. While not as overtly aggressive as some of the
others in the room, the man's soft-edged muscle bulk still imposed
authority by virtue of his size. With the pummelling he was taking from
Kev, Jack felt as if he was about to be crushed between two walls of
masculinity. The intensity of the experience gripped him, just as his
white-knuckled hands gripped the edge of the bench. Prison bitch... Gettin
dickfed... Fuck...

'Ready for some more, queerboy?'

The lad felt the small nod he gave without thinking. Out of control.

'Yeah, course you are. You start suckin, I'll start pumpin.'

The lazy giant watched with satisfaction as he drew his hand away and
nudged forward until his tool was enveloped by the soft lips below and
caressed by the waiting tongue. The hot mouth workin it. Mmmm. Fuckin feel
that. He closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and let his
imagination search out a favourite wank fantasy... Him sprawled on the
chair in the hotel room, the girl he picked up kneeling at his feet, long
blonde hair, perfect skin, petite but with decent sized tits, wide eyes
staring up at him in delight, mouth working his meat. Fuckin
beautiful. Wanting to please. You want me to shoot, baby? She's moaning in
pleasure. Yes... Yeeeessss... Taking it faster. Oh yeah, she wants
it. Knows how to make it feel right. Oh yeah. It's comin, baby. It's
comin. S'gonna taste real good...

The trapped lad on the bench moaned more regularly now in anticipation and
pain, unaware of how it was feeding into the man's fantasy. He'd let the
hard pale flesh into his cum-filled mouth and begun working it with all the
technique he could manage, feeling his jaw stretch with each push to the
base, saliva mixing with Dannyboy's load to provide the perfect
lubrication. Some of that juice slipped down his throat with an involuntary
swallow. Goin down deep. Oh man. Plenty more to come yet... Fuck... He
stared at the straight meat he was servicing, neck aching slightly from the
tilt, urging the pleasure into it. Fuckin shoot, man. Shoot ya fuckin
load. I can take it. He felt Kev's grip get tighter and heard the man spit
on his behind, the huge meat drawing almost out before plunging back in,
the muscle man's muttered lust.

'Fuckin gayboy. Fuckin gayboy bitch. Fuckin take it...'

Jack moaned again, the burning pain feeding into his crazed and twisted
pleasure, thoughts scattering into insanity. Shit... Fuckin rough... Fuckin
rough geezer doin him... He sucked ever more tightly on BigJim's meat,
willing it to happen. It was what he deserved. What he had to take. The
hint of sweetness getting stronger. The hardness. Yeah. Shoot it. Fuckin
shoot it.

'Awwwwwwww fuck yeah. That's it, baby. Keep suckin. Reeeeal fuckin
niiiiice....' The giant opened his eyes and looked down to witness the
glorious moment. 'It's comin... It's comin... Keep suckin... Gonna pump
it... Uuuuuurgggghhhh.' He clenched his fists and his body shuddered with
pleasure, the rush from his nuts underway. Perfect. Shootin his load into a
hot young bitch's mouth. Yeahhhhhhhhhhh.

Jack moaned in submissive acceptance as he heard the man's climax, and he
sucked the straight meat in a daze of sexual hunger and torment. The man's
vast load spilled out on to his waiting tongue to mingle with the cum that
was still left there and he slowed his rhythm as the anticipated moment
stretched out, his mouth beginning to fill up with the buzzing
sweetness. The two flavours combining... Fuckin crazy. The intensity of the
situation gripped his fevered mind. No way out. Gettin banged good n
proper, intcha. Like that dirty bitch in the porn mag. Aaarrgggghhhh.

'Awww, fuck that was good. That was the fuckin business. Well worth waitin
for.'

BigJim grinned to Dannyboy who was standing to one side idly playing with
his meat. The younger man nodded and grinned back.

'Yeah, he's a talented little cocksucker alright.'

Harry sniggered and Phil leered from across the bench.

'Make sure you swallow it all down Kenton. You'll be fuckin lickin it off
the floor otherwise.'

The lad, savouring the last of the tasty load from the firm head, groaned
at the warning from the hated officer. Another wave of shame and anger, a
pounding desire to kill the man, the kernel of fear growing, wondering
where this was all leading. But the brutal power had him hooked, the image
fixed in his head of the woman gettin done. Tough straight blokes doin it
to ya, Jack... This is what it's like... Gob full of fuckin cum. He could
feel Kev's massive meat working his burning hole, pace increasing. He
gulped down some of the accumulated juice and felt it sliding way down,
down, down. Emotional numbness froze his heart. BigJim pulled his sated
tool away and the teenager stared, not able to focus fully. Sorry
dad. Really fuckin sorry.

Kev stared down at the prone youth, his vicious nature completely in its
element now. His monster dick was in total control. He gripped the lad's
lean muscled torso with his powerful hands .'Oi gayboy, you enjoyin gettin
fucked by this? Bet you fuckin are... Big dick screwin yer like a horny
bitch.' His angry face was a grimace of concentration.

Couldn't say yes, couldn't say no. Jack moaned and gazed around at the
figures standing there in his darkening dream, male crotches at eye level,
two sets of nuts drained, two more dicks being made ready. Rough sexual
domination. Prison rules... It was all too much... He felt Kev's huge
weapon pushing deep and the man leaned forward as he did and thwacked his
victim round the head. The youth reeled from the unexpected blow and stars
shot around his skull, the crushing violence of the man pushing him deeper
into the darkness of his horny despair.

'Come on. Are you gonna fuckin answer me or what?'

'Well Kenton? You don't wanna upset Newman. He might start gettin rough if
you don't show some appreciation.'

The intimidation seeped into Jack's bones and he felt the hopelessness of
the fight. It was already rough enough. They had him. There was no way
out. Mustn't fuckin give in tho... What would me dad say?

'It's... It's real... Fuckin big... Fuckin big dick... FUCKIN HURTS.'  His
voice was strained and tight. He could barely speak. Snorts of laughter and
derision.

'Thought with all that practice you'd had from yer DAD...' Kev spat on to
the pale flesh kneeling before him 'you'd be fuckin used to it by
now. Better tell him he ain't doin it right...' He watched with
satisfaction as he drew out his mighty tool to the head for another full
length stroke, inflicting his sexual prowess and punishment on the cocky
youth. Sweet sensations. Felt fuckin good.

Skunner was watching the lad's agony with satisfaction. Now they really
were grinding him down proper. Total fuckin humiliation. Yeahhh. He was
jacking himself faster, keen to shoot and dump his load like his mates
had. Had to be a team effort, dint it? Phil noticed.

'Hey Skunner, you gonna feed the queerboy?'

Skunner grunted and nodded, furious concentration on his angular
features. He stepped forward, pumping hand close to the face below. Time to
blow.

Jack could only stare forward open mouthed, knowing what was about to
happen, looking at the tackle hanging over the man's trackies as it was
worked to completion. Another load of straight bloke cum, from someone he
despised. He felt dirty and confused at himself, the twisted fantasy
sliding further and further into a terrible endless ordeal, tearing his
mind up... Should never have wanted to experience it. But then it still
would have happened anyway... What's the fuckin use? I'm gone. I'm fuckin
gone.

All of a sudden Skunner gripped Jack's head and tilted it up more.

'Open fuckin wide, bitch. Gonna blow.'

Jack glanced up the man's taut wiry body and saw the expression of sheer
loathing. The enemy in control. Sinking further into the mire of numb
resignation, he meekly did as instructed and stuck out his tongue to catch
the juice. The man's breathing was fast now. The hand blurred. Any
moment...

'Nnnnghhh. Here it comes, bitch. Yeahhh... Hot n nasty.' Skunner shuddered
and felt the inexorable sensation sweep through him. Oh yeahhhh. His hand
slowed and his shiny head began to pump into the waiting mouth below, the
first shot firing wildly into the depths, then streaks of creamy white
spreading across the lad's tongue. The disgust skittered through his brain,
intertwining with the physical release, his sexual frustration doing
time. Useless gay cunt. Fuckin cum drinking bitch. Gonna get your head
kicked in one of these days... When Sike's out of the frame. A stab of
fear... He gripped more firmly.

'Suck the rest out, cunt.'

Jack leaned forward and took the still gushing prick head into his
mouth. The taste of Skunner's cum was much saltier and he felt himself
wanting to retch a little. He swallowed everything already in his mouth as
quickly as he could. It slid down to join the rest and the short man
stepped back, duty done. Again, Jack felt his focus blurring. He was
seriously beginning to lose it, the cumulative ache of his kneeling
position on the hard bench and the monster shaft working his behind taking
their toll. Despair was taking hold and insanity closing in. Another image
of Sike in his head... Please dad. Please. Fuckin help me.

Kev paused a moment and leaned forward, meat in deep. 'Oh, you're fuckin
gettin it now, gayboy. You're gettin it from the team. Yeah. This is what
you fuckin wanted, innit? I knew it when I saw you check out my dick in the
shower.' Kev grinned evilly at the others. Jack could only groan. 'Am I
better at this than yer dad, huh? I bet I fuckin am.' He snorted with
laughter.

A moment of stillness in the changing room. Jack felt the weight of the
muscular man on him and his huge tool plunged right in, the crotch pressed
hard into his rear. It was physically similar, sure, but mentally a world
apart. No trace of the amazing connection he felt with his dad. It would
probably have been more bearable if he could have pleasured himself, but
that was out of the question. The undercurrent of arousal from thoughts
about porn images he'd seen wasn't enough to do more than make his meat
twitch, and he'd deliberately pushed those thoughts down and down again
lest he get a hard on. That would be the final nail in the coffin for sure.

'No you fuckin ain't.' Cold trapped defiance was in the lad's voice.

'Cheeky cunt.' Kev pushed himself back up and resumed his action with
greater aggression. 'Cheeky fuckin cunt. You should be more fuckin
grateful. I don't give a shit if you think you're straight, my dick
deserves some fuckin respect.'

Harry stepped forward and crouched down to look Jack in the face. He
gripped the lad's chin tight, intending it to hurt. 'Think Newman's a
little disappointed. Whaddya say?'

'uck you'

The man gripped harder still and thwacked him on the side of the head. 'Try
again.'

Jack blinked in a pained daze. The man's handsome face was up close to his,
his dark eyes drawing Jack in, the hunter and the hunted. The lad felt a
strange terrifying panic gripping him. They were close enough to kiss. He
shivered inside, feeling the pounding from behind, his burning hole getting
screwed. Getting your brains fucked out by that monster dick...

'orry.'

'Sorry to who?'

'orry kev'

'More like it.' Kev grunted in acknowledgement.

'Hey Harry, how about you give him another load.' Supremely satisfying as
all this was, Phil was aware of the time. They had to be a little bit
careful not to take too long...

'Sure thing, boss.' The man released Jack from his grip and stood up where
he was. His hard shaft jutted proud from his black uniform.

Murmurs of approval all round, except from the ever silent Radek who stood
by the wall, open-mouthed, rooted to the spot in fear. There was a strange
terrible beauty to the scene which he would never be able to forget, the
angry tattooed muscle man forcing his huge sex into the youth with
increasing ferocity and the others unloading their nuts. Animals. The
ritual of humiliation was in full flow and there was no stopping it. The
lad looked like he might pass out any minute. Where was Sike? Why was he
taking so long? He trembled.

Harry was keen to experience the lad's warm mouth once more on his hard
prick. Talented little fucker. He brought it to the soft lips below and
remembered the horny sight he'd witnessed through the cell door. The
kneeling straight boy staring in awe and respect at his dad's growing
member, ready to do his duty. Go on son, start workin that
meat... Mmmmmm. Fuck yeah. The man in charge. Treating him like a
bitch. The images had played on his mind more and more on his mind this
past wek, even lying in bed next to his wife. His rape fantasy had taken on
a new form lately.

'You ready for another load of jizz, sunshine?' A slow compliant nod from
below. 'Start workin that meat then. Suck it like you do ya dad's. Gonna
feed yer soon enough.' He felt the power in him like
electricity. Supercharged.

The youth heard the words and felt the surge of longing for Sike punch him
in the gut again. But here was the undeniable reality. The fit straight
officer about to feed him his tasty load, just like he did before. The
bruised and confused teenager felt the twisted magic of the porn scene once
more pick him up by the scruff of the neck. Fuckin rough straight male
domination... Takin the abuse, takin the fuckin juice. It's all real,
Jack. He was eager to be rid of the salty taste lingering in his mouth from
Skunner's cum too. He leaned forward eagerly and set to work, feeling the
hardness with his tongue as he set about pleasuring the man once
again. Soon he was taking it deep, and the long slow curve of it pushed
toward the back of his throat with no trouble, just like he knew it
would. He began making long smooth strokes, his hours of practice showing,
tuning in to the man's low groans of pleasure.

'Mmmmmm. You're fuckin good at that, aren't ya? Suck it like a fuckin
bitch...' Smooth mouth being forced to work his tool. Feels so
gooooood. Straight lad being made to submit to his rough n tough dad... A
surge of controlling lust gripped his mind. Dad's gonna give it to ya son,
gonna stretch that mouth real wide. You're gonna be his bitch tonight,
aintcha? Harry took hold of Jack's head with both hands and began to pump
his dick. Facefuckin action. Yeahhh. He looked across to where Kev was
thrusting his meat like a bucking bronco, the tattooed muscle resembling
Sike to some degree. Yeahhhhhh. Take it hard, bitch. His eyes met Kev's for
a moment and he nodded before looking down again.

'Yeah, you're gettin the real thing now, Kenton. You're gettin fuckin
loaded up. What you fuckin deserve, innit?' Phil rubbed his own meat as he
witnessed the amazing sight of the lad getting vigorously pumped at both
ends. If only you could see this Sikeman, I'd fuckin laugh right in your
face.

'You got a nice tight pussy, gayboy. This big dick's workin it for ya. What
you fuckin wanted...' Kev's words were a snarl, and his expression was
screwed up tight, teeth gritted. Lust and anger suffused with distant
memory. He gripped the lad's waist again and rammed his meat in deep. He
was gettin closer to the finish line all the time, grunting more
frequently, his fierce depraved nature coming more and more to the
surface. The lad moaned in pain and that just turned him on all the more.

'Fuckin hot. Well fucking hot.' Dannyboy muttered. He was still playing
with his meat and feeling it begin to stir into arousal once more, such was
the horny nature of what he was witnessing. BigJim was standing arms folded
and nodding gently. This was fine entertainment. Skunner chewed at his
tongue and tapped a foot, nervous energy spilling out. He still couldn't
quite get over his disgust at the lad getting fucked, but he knew Kev
wasn't queer. Knew it was a punishment. The cocky little cunt getting what
he deserved, at last. Look at him takin it.

Jack was in a state of near delirium now. The sheer intensity was shooting
pain and adrenaline up and down his lean athletic frame. Harry's meat was
taking swift deep strokes he could barely keep pace with, while it felt
like Kev's brutal bull-dick was destroying his hole. A sense of horny
desperation filled him and debased images flashed up in his tortured
imagination. His dick twitched again, aching to be touched, to infuse the
pain with pleasure. But he couldn't. His tense fingers dug nails into the
bench beneath, and he sucked for all he was worth on the smooth hard shaft,
trying to keep the circling demons from consuming his mind completely. I'm
straight, man... I'm fuckin straight... Rough n tough blokes... Fuckin
forcin me... Just gotta be their fuckin prison bitch... Gotta take
it... Take the punishment... Fuck... Fuck... Can't... Cope... The audible
rhythms of older male domination pounded into his young body, deep grunts
of pleasure and heavy
 breaths reverberating around the changing room,

'Yeahhh, gettin fuckin close now. You ready to taste it?' Harry stared
down, breathing more heavily. He could feel the pleasure mounting in his
rock hard dick, the tingling in his nuts. So good. Just like ya dad does it
to ya, innit? The lad moaned in dumb pleasure beneath him. Mmmm. You want
it. You wanna taste ya dad's cum don't ya? 'Fuck yeah. Suck it. It's gonna
be real fuckin tasty. Gonna shoot any minute now.'

'Yeah fuckin feed him, man.' Dannyboy was watching, captivated,
jealous. This was horny beyond belief. The tattooed muscle man and handsome
officer working the captive youth to the limit. You're gettin fuckin
spit-roasted mate. You're gettin properly fucked. BigJim grunted his
affirmation. This team humiliation lark had made for some good afternoon
entertainment.

Kev was growling a barrage of abuse now as he felt the good feelings
intensify, the inevitable climax gettin closer. 'Fuckin gayboy. You like
this? You fuckin like this? Gettin fucked by a real man? More than you'll
ever fuckin be. Fuckin piece o queer shit... Better watch your step in
future. Who knows what might fuckin happen, huh?. Pretty little face o
yours might just get messed up... By accident... That'll upset ya dad won't
it?' He spat with venomous force on the lad's pale smooth back. 'Fuckin
sick the both o ya. Does he call ya his son when he's givin ya the bone?'

Jack moaned in pain, as much psychological at the mention of his absent
protector as at the physical onslaught. His vision was dominated by the
black uniform and the proud slick tool working his mouth. He could tell
from the officer's deep insistent groans and tightening grip on his head
that cum was about to shoot again. He stared into the blackness, feeling
the vicious sting of Kev's taunts, his sense of self-worth being
mercilessly stripped away. No way out but down. Down into the abyss.

Phil grinned, the sadistic gratification buzzing in his mind. This was
about as perfect as perfect could be. He kept a steady rhythm jacking his
meat, ready to head round and quickly unload after Harry was done. The team
had done a good job. He'd make sure they got their reward... Except that
Polish fucker, obviously. Waste of fuckin space.

'Awwwww, fuck. Here it comes. Here it fuckin comes. Nnnnnnnghhhhhhh.' Harry
tightened his grip on the young man's head and his breaths came quick and
sharp. He watched in ferocious ecstasy as his thrusting tool made it to the
finish line, the youth below staring wildly, the wide O of his mouth
clamped tight on the virile manhood about to unload into him. Just like he
does for Sike every day, thought the man. For his dad... Fuck yeah. Nuts
tightening, the rush beginning...

'Yeahhhh. Fuckin give it to him, man. Fuckin shoot.' Kev watched, his own
sex on fire, the deep, dark memories piling up (here it comes... oh
fuck... yeeeahhhh... he's fuckin shootin it...). The others murmured
approval, caught up in the ritualistic fervour of the cocky youth's ongoing
humiliation.

Jack felt the first shot go right down his throat and he instinctively
swallowed and moaned gently in acknowledgement of the man's horny
climax. Then more and more of the sweet stuff began to accumulate on his
tongue as the thrusting weapon slowed, the officer's groan of manly
satisfaction filling his skull. The fourth fuckin load... Fuuuuck. All that
nutjuice. Ain't no fuckin dream, Jack. S'fuckin real. Porn dream made
real. The dark uniform filled his vision, hand firm on his head. Straight
boy submission to masculine authority. Just the way it has to be... Just
the way it has to fuckin be...

'Yeahhhh, you fuckin like that don't ya mate. Hot load shootin in ya gob.'
Dannyboy's eyes blazed with furious desire. The others muttered 'yeah's of
agreement.

'Gonna be the prison bitch, ain't he? Little gayboy cunt. This is just ya
practice run, you little fucker.' Kev smirked and sniggered, spat
again. His decorated arm muscles bulged as he gripped the lad's waist ever
more tightly and pushed his monstrous weapon in deep. Still pretty tight
even though he'd loosened it up some. Mmmmm... Felt fuckin good. Surprised
how clean his dick was too. When he finally got out he might have to start
tryin this more often. Bitches'd fuckin do what he told em. He knew how to
get his way.

Jack tensed and moaned in desperation. Crazy Kev's monster dick was right
in there, doin him hard. Tough straight bloke doin his bitch. He ran his
tongue around the head of the pulsing meat there in his mouth as the juice
spilled out. Fuck, it tastes good. Can't pretend it don't. The sight, smell
and taste of the officer's sexy meat feeding him a fourth mouthful had his
head spinning in total confusion and self-loathing... He ain't my
dad... This is wrong... Shouldn't want it...

'You hear that Kenton? This is just the start. You're gonna be gettin
plenty more o this before too long. Once yer dad's been moved on it's gonna
be a whole new ball game. Gonna have some real fun comin your way.You
better fuckin believe it...'

Phil knew it wasn't gonna happen quite like that, but man was it fun
turning the screw. And there would be more of this, for sure. He'd fuckin
see to it. Suck it up, Sikeman. You can't do a fuckin thing, and ya dirty
little secret's out now. Let's see just how your reputation holds up, eh?
Tables well and truly turned this time, huh? Hahahaha.

The lad listened, emotionally crushed. You're totally fucked, Jack. Shoulda
seen it comin. They're all gonna find out. The horrific reality of it made
his mind flinch. And they're gonna take ya dad away... Things are gonna get
real bad. He felt the wave of terror ready to consume him and howled
silently in the fearful prison of his own mind. The dark savage porn dream
sliding into full on nightmare. Meanwhile, the pounding and growled abuse
at his rear end continued unabated, the burning sensation close to
unbearable. The hard tattooed thug was punishing him for kicks, releasing a
barrage of pent-up sexual frustration and channelled
aggression. Nnnnghhh. Gettin done both ends. Rough, raw, relentless. He
swallowed most of Harry's load and felt it sliding down, down to join the
rest. The taste lingered on his tongue as the last of it slipped out of the
man's bulging head.

'Fuckin gayboy. Fuckin take it. Wot you fuckin like, innit? Yeahhhhh...'
Kev's voice drilled into Jack's head. The muscleman's grunts and snarls now
dominated proceedings, angry face screwed up with effort as he pushed
himself toward his vicious climax. Jack was unable to stop himself moaning
now with every thrust, and he stared forward in numb disbelief, feeling the
man's sexual assault getting ever more intense, pain levels heading into
the red. He's gonna fuckin kill me... Fuck... Fuck... Shoot it man... Shoot
ya fuckin load...

Harry pulled out his long smooth length and wiped the head of it against
the dumbly open lips that had so willingly received it.

'Tasty like ya dad's, huh? Don't wanna let any go to waste now. Fuckin lick
the end clean, son.'

There was a real edge of menace in Harry's voice which Jack hadn't noticed
before, and the word 'son' dug deep into his locked up heart. Through the
haze of pained confusion he saw the wedding ring on the man's left hand,
just as he had that day in the interrogation room. Fuck. Proper straight
male domination, no word of a lie... Ain't a gay thing, it's a power
thing... He could hear his dad saying it... Aggghhhhh. He felt the dark
power of the ritual swallowing him and he leaned forward to obey, even as
his body was jerked to the rhythm of the tattooed demon shoving that
monstrous thickness deep inside. Harry squeezed along his tool in one firm
smooth stroke and a final drop of cum appeared at the slit. Jack licked it
up and then all around the shiny cut head as instructed. No resistance.

The team of men crowded round, witnessing the cocky lad's complete
humiliation, totally engrossed. The mature man assaulting the youth with
his mighty weapon, emitting animal grunts, growls of pleasure and rough
abuse. They all chipped in with verbal abuse and 'fuck yeah's of their own,
feeding on the intense rush of horny sexual aggression taking place before
their eyes. The only exception was the figure by the wall who was
nonetheless unable to tear his eyes away from the brutal perfection of the
scene. Phil stroked himself, wanting to watch Kev finish before he shot his
own juice. He knew the endgame was fast approaching.

'Fuckin wanted this dick o mine, didn't ya gayboy? Fuckin big dick screwin
ya. Yeahhhhh. Let's hear ya moan like the bitch you are. I'm gonna fuckin
shoot it deep. Nnnnghhh.' The thug spat on to the smooth pale back once
more and slammed his muscular groin into the lad's backside, again and
again and again. Masculine energy filled the air around the circle of men
as the inevitable climax came close.

It was only Radek who heard the other door, which was out of sight from the
main changing area, and that only was because he was listening intently for
it. He held his breath, tensed, ready to move. It was all about to kick
off. Finally. His heart thumped furiously.

Sike walked quietly round the corner into view, knowing full well what he
was likely to see from what he could already hear. The emotional rage
surged within him, honed into a white hot fury. His boy. His right fist
clenched. They would all fuckin pay, one way or another, in time. Two
officers quietly followed him close behind, and even they were
gobsmacked. There was a brief moment as they all took in the scene, Sike
noting Radek's position outside of the group, clothed and face white as a
sheet, watching him arrive.

It was Harry who noticed first, his semi-hard dick still hanging out of his
trousers in front of the lad's desperate face. All he could manage was a
muttered 'fuck...' which barely registered against the vocal abuse going on
from Kev and the others. He stepped back and casually tried to tuck his
meat away, as if it wouldn't be noticed, looking directly at Phil, mind
trying desperately to fathom the best course of action. Phil had said he'd
deal with any interruption, but this was not just any interruption...

As he did so, Skunner, Dannyboy and BigJim all saw too. Dannyboy froze in
utter panic, conscious of his nakedness and the semi-hard meat of his own
that he was caressing. Skunner began to back slowly away toward the wall
where Radek was stood, keeping his eyes on the unmoving figure who had yet
to say anything. His worst fear had just come true. Shit. He knew this had
been a fucking stupid idea from the very start. Why the fuck hadn't he
trusted his gut instinct? Why why why? BigJim just folded his arms and
stared, a frown crossing his round face. He wasn't as scared of Sike, but
he knew there would be fall-out all the same. This could get messy.

Phil saw Harry's reaction and with abrupt presence of mind quickly shoved
his hard prick away before turning to face the intruders. Seeing Sike stood
there wasn't something he was prepared for and he almost did a double
take. He nudged Kev as he faced his adversary. 'Time's up' he muttered. He
gritted his teeth and smirked in defiance. Well, now you fucking know, huh?
We fucked him up good, we did. Fuckin spit-roasted him and broke him. This
is what revenge looks like, Sikeman.

Kev, in the passionate grip of his impending climax, growled in angry
surprise and turned, seeing the imposing figure stood less than 10 metres
away together with the two officers. Being interrupted so close to shooting
his load filled his crazed mind with unbearable violence and he pulled his
big dick out from the lad with another growl of rage. He shoved the
kneeling youth hard so that Jack couldn't stop himself from toppling
forward, hands on to the hard floor and then the rest of his body slowly
following with his balance thrown too far forward, ending up a grazed
crumpled heap on the cold floor. He groaned, eyes shut tight, not yet aware
what was happening, fearing some new torture.

Phil walked a few paces to face Sike and the other officers directly with
no obstacles between. He knew he was in trouble, but the defiant smirk
remained, a mark of the satisfaction he felt that he'd fucked with the
man's prized possession.

'This is payback, Sikeman. You fucked me over, so I'm just returning the
favour.' A motionless pause. 'You do know he doesn't want to be your SON,
don't you? He's a lyin little fucker, that one, I'm tellin ya.'

Sike remained expressionless. Such a pathetic fucking excuse for a human
being, aren't yer, you queer cunt.

'You wouldn't know anything about being a dad, would you Phil? Not
something you're really capable of.'

Phil gave a short sharp laugh that betrayed his nervousness. 'What the
fuck's that supposed to mean?' But he knew exactly what the man meant.

'Got any last requests?'

The officer stood alone, his uniform and status no protection. He'd never
envisaged a scenario quite like this and he felt a cold sweat on his palms
all of a sudden, a creeping sensation of dread down his spine. He was no
match for Sike in a one-on-one fight and he knew it. The smirk dropped. All
that was left was the hate.

'Go to hell Sikeman.'

The purposeful figure stepped forward, pure revenge in his eyes. The other
officers didn't try to stop him; they knew this was personal and felt no
loyalty whatsoever to Phil. The burly officer stood his ground, eyes
narrowing in fear and desperation. At the last moment he charged forward to
try to tackle the taller man with his sheer weight. Sike anticipated the
clumsy advance and his ready fist connected with deadly force. Phil
staggered back, pain ricocheting through his skull. He tried to rally for a
punch of his own, but he was just too slow. Again the fist hit the man's
squashed ugly face with devastating bone-cracking effect and Sike violently
shoved the uniformed figure backwards with all his might, advancing all the
while. Phil struggled to keep his balance and the third punch - to his chin
this time - sealed his fate. He fell backwards, the side of his head
hitting the end corner of a bench as he went down and crashed to the
floor. Unconscious.
 It all took barely 15 seconds.

Still buzzing with aggression and knowing that the element of surprise had
to be seized before it turned on him, Kev charged and barrelled into Sike
from the side, managing to wrongfoot his opponent and take him down in
front of the entrance to the showers. His still firm meat pressed into
Sike's jeans as they both hit the partially damp floor and he began to rain
a barrage of punches to the man's head. But his opponent was far too strong
to be pinned down for more than a brief moment, even by someone like Kev,
and his steely resistance to pain meant that the naked muscle man's efforts
didn't have the impact intended. Perhaps if one of the others had joined in
they might have stood a chance at inflicting some real damage, but the team
was broken apart now, each keen to save his own skin.

Harry stood, his inexperience and sense of guilt rooting him to the
spot. He couldn't understand why the other officers were just letting this
happen... And why had they even brought this nutjob here? It was fucking
madness. They'd simply stepped forward so that they could see what was
going on. Human bloodsport.

Whilst the way seemed clear and the officers' attention diverted, Skunner
made a run for the outside door, despite only wearing his trackies. The
wave of fear was gripping his mind like a vice, and he didn't want to hang
around while Sike was in full-on revenge mode. He wasn't to know a third
officer was on the other side, and he was down on the hard tarmac in cuffs
before he knew it. He'd made a bigger mistake by running away, but that was
his fate to discover...

Back inside, it was a blur of tattooed arms on the floor and animal growls
in the air as the two powerful men fought for supremacy, but then suddenly
Sike rolled and leapt up, surprisingly fast for his size as always, and Kev
was forced to do the same. He snarled, momentum and advantage lost, but
still charged up, still furious. He'd been so close to shooting his fucking
load... His monster weapon hung semi-soft again now, fulfilment denied,
desire drained. His breathing was heavy from the exertion of the fight and
it wasn't over yet. The duellists faced each other, raw tension filling the
small space between them.

'You're a sick fucker, aren't ya? Making him call you his DAD while you
feed him the meat. Fucking queers the pair o ya.' Kev had no sense of the
danger he was in by saying this. He wasn't in the habit of thinking about
consequences, especially when the bloodlust flowed.

Sike paused and eyed the naked thug, trace of a mocking grin showing on his
bristled face. As Jack had discovered, there was sometimes a strange
calmness at the centre of the man's rage. 'You seemed to be enjoyin
yourself, mate...' He cocked his head. 'Or were you just pretending?'

Kev spat on the floor. Teeth gritted. The insinuation flung back at him
stung and had to be resisted. 'Punishment, mate. We were teachin him a
lesson. Bringin him down a peg. He's a cocky little fucker.'

Sike now knew exactly how this was going to turn out. For a moment he
almost pitied the man.

'Hmmm. Whatever turns you on, I guess...' He paused. 'You want me to teach
you a lesson, fuckwit?'

Kev stared, the lightning bolt of anger shooting through him. Who the fuck
did he think he was? The rage was visible in his eyes, his nostrils flared,
jaw tight. He didn't have his opponent's capacity for self-control at the
right moments, Sike's almost zen-like concentration which translated power
into effect without wasting effort.

'You can fuckin try.'

The seemingly calm man opposite cocked his head slightly to one side. He
grinned openly now, goading and taunting his muscular but exposed
adversary. 'Tryings for losers, mate. I just do it.'

And before his opponent could respond, he lunged. The naked thug snarled
and readied himself to deflect or dodge the blow, but he didn't quickly
enough anticipate Sike's boot savagely connecting with his exposed
crotch. The excruciating pain shot up his body and temporarily dulled his
reaction, the avenging fist quickly taking the split-second advantage with
punch after punch. Sike had casually stepped up a gear and Kev had nothing
spare left in the tank, now finding himself reeling from the sheer ferocity
of the onslaught. A further knee to the groin and a grinding of a chunky
boot on to his bare left foot had him in agony. He flailed with punches
back, and some connected, but it was like fighting a bulldozer. Even
kneeing the man back in the groin had little effect. Sike's steely control
of pain was unfathomable and nothing, but nothing, seemed to make any
difference.

It was many years since Kev had been beaten in a fight, and this was the
most profound defeat imaginable. His angry mind dissolved into a seething
ball of terror and confusion at the swiftness of it, his nakedness just
adding to the embarrassment. He felt like a kid again. Helpless.

'You wanna die, mate? You fuckin wanna die?' Sike's previously hidden fury
was in full view now, aggression incarnate. Most of those watching flinched
a little at the sight of it. The man was a fighting machine, able to
demolish an opponent with ruthless efficiency. A prisoner, but here - in
this room, in this place - in charge. The watching officers were content to
let him do what needed to be done; it saved them dirtying their hands. They
knew him well enough after all this time. Trusted him.

Jack had finally crawled up into a hunched position on the floor, also
watching, hardly daring to believe that the man had come to his rescue. Was
he fucking dreaming this? Phil was sprawled out on the floor right there in
front of him, blood on his face. The lad felt the raw emotion fill his
aching and trembling body. His dad did that. Just like he'd said he
would... He keeps his promises, don't he? And now he was dealing with that
crazy idiot...

'WELL, FUCKIN ANSWER ME... DO YOU WANNA DIE? RIGHT NOW?' Sike had Kev up
against the wall now, his face spitting the words at close range, one hand
on the man's throat, a boot now grinding into the other foot so that both
would be injured. Sike was nothing if not thorough. The naked thug had all
of a sudden given up the fight and wasn't punching back, and when he
attempting to speak it was more of a gurgle.

'N... N... No mate.' He could feel the man's breath on his face. The animal
heat. The adrenaline rush.

'Right. Well in that case, I'm gonna teach yer a lesson, like I said.' And
with a heave, he half-lifted, half-frogmarched the stumbling and broken
figure over to the bench furthest from the door, then round so that they
were facing the rest of the room. 'Fucking kneel on that.' He pushed the
man roughly downwards, but Kev vainly resisted, belatedly realising with
horror exactly what was intended.

'I ain't fuckin doin that.'

'I ain't giving you a choice, you cunt. Fucking. Kneel.' Sike grabbed the
man by the neck and squeezed tight as he pushed down again.

Knowing the stronger man would take his revenge no matter what, Kev
reluctantly did as he was told, muttering impotent threats under his
breath. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

'More like it. You wanna live, so I'm gonna teach you a lesson. I'm gonna
do to you...' he leaned over Kev to snarl the words into the man's ear, his
lethal grip still enforcing his dominance '...what you did to him.' He
finally let go and stood back up.

Jack was still hunched down on the floor next to the same bench on which
Kev was now being forced to kneel. It's what you fucking deserve,
mate... He stared briefly at the pained and dazed expression of the man,
the cuts and swelling bruises on the thug's bashed up face from Sike's
violent onslaught, then back up at his protector who was now unzipping
himself to pull out his familiar awesome tool. His dad acknowledged him for
the first time with a curt nod and a penetrating stare before going back to
concentrating on what he was doing. He spat copiously in his hand and
slicked up his dick, then repeated the action and pushed it into Kev's
crack.

The kneeling figure growled in abject disgust and continued to curse under
his breath. He was experiencing real fear for the first time in a long
time. Sike spat again and spread more of his moisture into the depths,
searching out the man's hole with a chunky finger. He worked it inside and
there was a sharp intake of breath of shock from Kev. Another finger joined
it and spread the ring of muscle wider. The tattooed man gripped the bench
and his face contorted as he tried to deal with the sensation, the
anticipation of what was to come grinding remorselessly onwards. He saw the
others watching and the humiliation ripped through his aching and bleeding
body. Sike removed his fingers and leaned forward to reach round and press
them on the man's mouth.

'Lick that shit off.'

Kev stared straight ahead, frozen, not wanting to look anyone in the
eye. He could see Phil there on the floor. Stupid fucker. This is all your
fucking fault, you fuckin dickhead. His delirious anger was a reflection of
his own guilt. Deep down he knew the truth, but just couldn't - wouldn't -
admit it. A rough thwack to his head brought him back to reality.

'Don't take all fuckin day about it.'

Hating his sudden weakness, Kev made himself do as he was told. He resisted
the strong urge to bite and felt the disgust overwhelming him. The
terrifying power of the man now in charge.

'Right. Now you just keep quiet and take it. You never know, you might
learn to enjoy it.' Sike knew how to twist the knife.

'No fckn chance.'

Again the agonising grip on his neck and the deep voice as the man bent
over him and spoke firmly right into his ear.

'Shut ya gob. I won't fuckin tell you again.'

He stood again, pumping away at his mighty meat. It wasn't the easiest of
circumstances to get hard, but he could see his son there watching, and he
knew he had to do his duty for him. All part of the deal. He thought about
how good it was when the lad was kneeling at his feet, looking up at him
with that cute face of his, his dad's big dick there at his lips, ready for
pleasuring. The beauty of sliding it in, feeling it hardening up
fully. That's it, son. Suck it nice n slow. Make ya dad feel reeeeal
good. Gonna look after ya. Didn't I promise I would. Always... It's me n
you kiddo. Me n you. He looked at his boy again...

The rush of blood brought him rapidly to stiffness, and with another
slather of spit he aimed his weapon right into Kev's crack, searching out
the tight hole again. There. Get ready, mate. This is fucking justice, this
is. This is what it fuckin feels like...

The man beneath him groaned as his tight ring was forced open, this time
wider than before. Aaaaaghhhhhhh. Fucking cunt. He's fuckin doin
me. M'gettin fucked. Nnnnghhhhhh... FUCK. Feels big. And it's fuckin goin
right in. Shit. He groaned loudly again, anger and shame pounding hammers
in his skull. He turned his head slightly and caught Jack's eye. He gazed
dumbly at the lad in horrified wonder... Picturing them doin it... Actually
doin it... You and your dad... Nnnnnnghhhhhhhhhh. Shit. The massive prick
was working in and out a steady rhythm. Goin deeper with every stroke. The
top dog in command. Go easy man. Please. Go
easy. Aaarrrghhhhh. Please... He could feel the tension in his body as he
struggled to accept the intruder, his own groin still aching from being
kicked and kneed. His mouth hung open, breaths coming fast and shallow.

'You feel that, mate? You feel that big dick o mine fuckin yer?' Sike

Kev nodded and grunted. He could see them watching his
punishment. Silent. Enthralled.

'Mmmmm. So now you fuckin know what it's like, don't cha? And everyone's
gonna find out that I fucked yer too, I can promise yer that. When I teach
someone a lesson, they don't fuckin forget it.' Sike looked up around the
room. 'And that goes for you lot n all. This is a lesson for you too.' He
noted Skunner's absence for the first time. Hmmm. Big mistake, man. Means
I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson all of yer very own...

Dannyboy had sat down having slipped his boxers back on to try and hide his
arousal. He was gaping in rapt fascination at the horny sight of Kev gettin
forcefucked by the prison's alpha male. BigJim had also sat down in his
trackies, watching Sike carefully, on guard. Even his usually unruffled
temperament was shaken by what he was witnessing. Radek was still stood by
the wall, not daring to move yet. Kev's punishment was giving him a certain
cold twist of satisfaction, but the worry still loomed large in his
mind. He wasn't sure if the man would keep his word...

Harry was frozen like a statue, mind racing. Was he gonna get suspended?
Sacked? He felt trapped in his guilt, for allowing himself to have been
drawn into Phil's scheme, for letting his dark side gain the upper
hand... What a fucking idiot he'd been. He eyed Sike cautiously with a
mixture of loathing and admiration, keeping his mouth shut. The other
officers watched quietly too, conscious that meds would be called for soon
to see to Phil. The man was breathing but still out like a light. Charlie
looked at his watch and then tapped it as a silent message across the room.

Sike, a fierce look on his face, gave a terse nod in response and upped the
pace while gripping the muscled waist below, just the way Kev had done to
Jack. He looked over the man's decorated back and rammed his full length
right in. Never too late to learn some respect, eh? A grin pierced his grim
features.

'Enjoyin it yet, fuckwit? Feels good bein on the receiving end, huh?'

Kev groaned again, unsure whether to argue back. He'd been told to shut his
gob, after all. While getting shafted wasn't as physically terrible as he'd
always imagined, mentally it was torture. Losing the fight had been bad
enough. He'd genuinely thought he could beat Sike if it came to the crunch,
but even if he'd not been naked he'd probably still have lost. His pride
was well and truly at rock bottom. He'd not submitted to anyone
since... Since... No... Mustn't think about that... Don't think about that,
Kev. Not now. He could feel the full thick length of it sliding right in
there, pushing at his insides. In, out, in, out. Big fuckin dick doin
me. Fuck. The pace was increasing now, the tension gripping his aching body
ever tighter, his hole feeling the friction. Shit. Really gettin
fucked. Really am. He looked down at the floor, ashamed, clenching his
jaw. Gripped the bench tighter and shut his eyes. Please... Please...

'Let me tell you a few things...' Sike's voice was slow, low and
deliberate, a tone Jack recognised well. 'My boy knows how to take it,
cause he does what he's told. We all get bored of tuggin our own meat after
a while, don't we?' A nod from below. 'So, we made a deal, him and me: he
looks after my needs, and I look after him, cause it's a rough place for a
young un, this. And you know what...' Sike leaned over the trapped and
dominated thug '...he ain't no homo, but he likes keepin his dad happy. And
so he should.'

Another grunt of acknowledgement from below, the others in the room also
listening attentively. Each understood the deal of reciprocation being
described, and Jack felt a surge of gratitude that his dad was making clear
what the score was.

'So. Do you still reckon I'm queer, mate? Or do you think I just like being
in control? I'll let you answer that one.'

Kev's tongue felt dry in his mouth as his crazed thoughts chased
circles. His whole body hurt and he could taste blood leaking into his
mouth. The man's massive tool was still screwing his hole real deep, the
friction getting worse. He'd been so sure of himself when he'd said they
were both queer, but his illusions had been shattered and his whole world
torn apart in the space of barely 10 minutes. Of course the lad was just
doin what he was made to do: he was hardly gonna refuse this hard-as-nails
bruiser. Just like he couldn't now. Talk about learning the hard
way... Ngggghhhh. Idle fantasies of revenge hovered in his head, but in
amongst them more and more flashbacks to that much earlier time in his
life. The last time when he'd not been in control. The last time he'd been
on the receiving end...

'Yeah. Nnghh. Bein in control. Grrhhhh. Fuck...' Kev struggled to speak,
his body jerking slightly in response to each forceful stroke. 'Power
thing, innit... Ughh.'

'That's fuckin right. Ain't a gay thing, it's a power thing.'

Jack, watching the scared thug's straining face as he was made to submit,
felt a shiver of recognition at the words. It wasn't just him being
weak. His dad was a real man alright, capable of taking control of anyone
in the right circumstances. Seeing him dominate the vicious tattooed con
was an awe-inspiring display. Kev was certainly no pushover.

'Taste o yer own fuckin medicine innit...'

Another grunt of enforced recognition. The terrible truth was turning Kev
inside out and now his buried past was rattling uncontrollably into the
light. Dangerous. He felt sparks in his head and grimaced, opened his eyes,
tried hard to focus. The light seemed too bright. The intensity of the
experience was starting to make him shake. Then suddenly, without warning,
Sike pulled out and barked another instruction.

'Right, turn around and get on ya fuckin knees on the floor in front of
me.'

There was no refusing it. Dazed and subdued, Kev obeyed. He felt shooting
pains from his feet as he got down to the floor and grimaced. Something
broken there for sure. Shit. Wouldn't be walkin properly for a while. He
faced Sike side on to the bench and saw the man's huge meat for the first
time, there at eye level, slick with spit and his own juice as it was
worked by a rough hand. He knew what was gonna happen, and the deep, dark
memories flooded his head as if it were yesterday. Remember how good it
was... Oh fuck... Yeahhhh...

'Open yer gob and look up at me.

Forgetting that they were being watched, the kneeling thug looked up. The
tank of a man who had bulldozed him in the fight loomed tall, imposing his
brutal and unstoppable will. There was no arguing with him... Just a kid
again... He felt the suppressed violence bubbling under, and stifled the
instinctive urge to punch Sike in the nuts. No use. Whatever he did he
would get back double. It was better just to submit. He wanted to... Wanted
to... Relive that intense rush... He opened his mouth wide and eyed the
mean bastard glaring down at him. I'm gonna get it. Fuck. He's really gonna
give it to me...

'A power thing, yeah?'

Kev nodded slowly, the rush of memory released, running rampant. Those
long-denied feelings. 'Yeahhhh.'

'Fuck yeahhhh. I'm lettin you live, mate, and you're gonna thank me by
swallowin my fuckin juice. Deal?'

Kev stared up, the tattooed arms of the man more built n bulky than his
own. The massive hard chest outlined under a scuffed dark green
tee. Surface cuts and bruises from their fight on his unshaven face. He
nodded mutely, trapped in the moment. Long buried images swirled in his
head, the things he'd tried so hard to forget. The older brother he'd
idolised, with four years head start on him, standing over his bed in their
shared room, showing him his huge dick. Coaxing him - and coaching him - to
suck it. He'd not even reached his teens and didn't really understand what
was happening. That only came months and months later. It had been so
fuckin exciting to start with, admiring the size of it in the glow from the
streetlight outside, his brother's quiet moans of pleasure as he worked it
back and forth, feeling the stretch of his jaw, running his tongue over the
amazing hardness and seeing how deep he could take it, feeling all that
sweet juice filling
 his mouth full. He'd loved it. Some weeks they'd done it every night and
he'd learned to start pleasuring himself too at the same time. Even just
thinkin about it.

Then he'd found out there were words for things like that, for people like
that... The fuckin shame of it, burning in his skull 24/7. Began to
withdraw, from his parents, from friends, from school. But it carried on
til his brother left home two years later, and he used to curse himself
every time, because he still fuckin wanted it. Despite everything. That was
when he began to turn into the hard fucker who didn't give a shit, who
enjoyed feeling the pain of the needle and the image that went with it, who
liked to beat up gayboys for kicks, to show he wasn't one of them. Who
slept around to prove what a stud he was, and fathered a string of kids
with several mothers, unable to commit. Broken homes. Broken lives.

Sike took a grip of Kev's chin and held it in place as he directed his
shaft to unload right inside the man's open mouth. The kneeling man stared
at him with wild eyes and their sightlines locked. The standing man's fist
pumped remorselessly and urgently. The watchers watched, no one moving,
engrossed by the ritual of sexual domination. Dull sweat and damp pervaded
the air. The fluourescent light stark and deadening. Time on hold.

'You ready for it?' There was a slight sheen of sweat on Sike's
forehead. He was working hard to exact the revenge that had been called
for, to do his duty to his boy, to dish out his brand of tough justice. A
warning to everyone.

Kev nodded again, trying to ignore the thoughts in his head and
failing. Reliving the past in fragments of fucked up emotion. Here it
comes. Yeah. Here it comes. Fuuuuck. He was looking up as instructed, into
the furious concentration of the man's serious face, but he could still see
the massive shaft there ready to shoot at the lower edge of his
vision. Fuckin shoot it bruv. Fuckin shoot ya load. Make me taste
it. Despite the ache in his balls, he could feel his meat twitching as the
resurgent memories pinned him down. Denied. Eager.

'Stick ya tongue out. Come on, you fucker... Yeahhhh. That's it. You taste
this load o mine. Here it fuckin comes... Urggggghhhhhhhh.' Sike growled in
satisfaction as his nuts tightened and began to release their contents, the
pleasure shooting up through his muscular torso. He carefuly directed the
stiff head dead centre into the man's open mouth, pressing it down on to
warm flesh as it began to spurt thick globs of hot juice along the man's
tongue.

Kev felt the rush of sickening excitement tighten his chest as the man's
nuts began to unload and the first shot entered his mouth. His body tensed
and he clenched his fists, moaning gently in torment. You don't want
this. You don't fucking want this... Fuckin cumload... Shootin in me
gob... Fuck... Tastes... Just like me brother's did... The years
dissolved... Just a kid again. He looked down at the mighty weapon to see
it for himself, felt the shaking in his body as the surge of long
suppressed feelings crashed into his skull. His own huge dick twitched and
pulsed as the lines of desire from the past reconnected. His stronger older
brother's thick hard dick. The hot dirty sight of it. Feeding him the juice
every night after everyone else had gone to bed. Makes you big n strong
Kev... What older brothers are sposed to do... We got a deal, remember?
Remember... Yeah... Fuckin give it to me... I can do it real good, bruv...

'Now fuckin clean it up. Go on. Suck it.' Sike let go of the man's chin and
watched, cautious but knowing this was an essential part of the humiliation
to be witnessed. And he could sense that the thug had given in now.

Kev nodded in his trance like state. Yeah bruv... His lips closed softly
round the offered weapon as the man's cum continued to leak from the slit,
felt the hardness entering his mouth. It's real again. The streaks of sweet
juice there on his tongue. He tasted the raw masculine energy being fed to
him, looked straight along the firm veiny thickness and sucked slowly back
and forth. Yeahhh. This is it. He's in control, Kev. He's always been in
control. You know it.You fuckin know it. His own dick was firming up now
and he gripped it in horny desperation, squeezing and feeling it grow
harder still. Fuck yeah... Fuck yeahhhhh...

'That's the way. Now get it down ya.'

The kneeling tough guy looked up, still sucking, the dull echo of confused
innocence temporarily overwhelming him. Just like it used to be. On his
knees by the bed, doing what he was told. He swallowed and felt the juice
going down deep inside. He shuddered in his moment of acceptance. Just
like... His tongue sought out the final drops of sweetness from the
slit. Fuck. His eyes were wide, taking in the sight and smell, the meat he
was being forced to receive, the overbearing muscularity of the man. You
like that bruv? Did I do it right?

Sike was basking in his authority. He was the fucking man here. He could
see the sorry thug's submission, could see him gripping his substantial
hard meat. Hmmm. Gettin turned on, huh, fuckwit? Funny how the bolshy ones
need it the most.

'That's the way. You don't fuck with me, you don't fuck with my
boy. Ever. Again. Got me?' There was no ignoring the authority in that
voice.

Kev nodded once more. The memories were still running riot, but painful
reality was now re-imposing itself. The others watching. His hard meat in
his hand, so eager to shoot but still denied. The deep well of shame. His
head was fucked, completely shot to pieces. The domination. The
intensity. Aaaaaaaaarrrgghhhhhh... So good and so wrong...

All too soon, Sike pulled his meat out and dismissively pushed Kev's head
away, the kneeling figure just catching himself as he fell backwards with
one hand on the bench, his released meat slapping against his stomach, the
ache from his injured balls once again firing up his body. He threw a look
of utter despair first at the man's big dick and then up his powerful frame
to the rugged face above, the fierce expression written across it. Sike
knew nothing of the conflict in the tattooed thug's head and so couldn't
interpret the look in those desperate eyes, not that he would have cared in
the slightest. His purpose was eye-for-an-eye revenge for the trespass, and
that job was done. He idly noted the impressive size of the man's engorged
meat and tucked away his own back out of sight.

The crouched thug watched helplessly, his rekindled addiction already
demanding more. The memories wouldn't be buried again so easily this
time. He felt the horrible lurch in his gut, the lingering taste of the
man's load.

'You seem to quite like suckin dick, don't cha mate? You should try it more
often.' Sike grinned mockingly and turned away.

Kev screwed his face up in anger but could only mutter a quiet 'fuck you'
under his breath, the novelty of fear still gripping him. The truth was
undeniable. He let go of the bench and hunched in physical and
psychological torment.

Sike heard his muttered defiance but decided that enough was enough. He'd
made his point and Charlie was tapping his watch again, more
insistently. He walked round to look at his boy properly. Bruises and
grazes on his pale skin. Hmmm... It was the things he couldn't see that
bothered him more. 'Come on you. Get ya stuff and get dressed.'

As Jack gladly obeyed his dad's instruction, Sike regarded Harry further
down the line of the benches. He'd taken on board what he knew about the
situation, and he wasn't about to assault a screw. (Phil had been a special
case...) He walked right up to him. Harry stared, intimidated, tense and
ready to fight. He was out of his depth. They stared at each other for a
moment. It was Sike who broke the silence, stepping closer yet and bringing
his face down slightly to look into the officer's square-jawed face,
speaking with menace.

'Be careful. Your luck might run out.' With unswerving gaze and unnerving
precision, he grabbed the man's crotch through his uniformed trousers,
digging his fingers right underneath.

Harry blinked and flinched ever so slightly, holding his breath. A cold
shock sliced though his body. He was unsure what would happen if he tried
to pushed the man away. All too late, he was starting to comprehend
Sikeman's unique position and just why he was so feared and
respected. There were long-standing connections in this place he just
hadn't understood in his short time on the job. Phil had deliberately kept
him in the dark it seemed; that fucker had a lot to answer for... He
swallowed nervously.

'Yep. Understood.'

'Wouldn't want to damage the family jewels, eh? Or lose yer new job?'

Sike squeezed the mans balls slightly as a warning, then let go and stepped
back, still eyeballing the officer. After a moment he turned to the figure
still sprawled on the floor and walked up to it, regarding the unconscious
officer with angry disdain. What the fucker had done couldn't be undone,
but he wondered if this might be the last he was going to see of him. With
any luck. Every cloud and all that shit... Good fucking riddance.

'I warned yer last time, dint I, you bent fucker. You dint like bein
brought to book tho, did yer? Not by me. You just had to push it.' He was
speaking more to himself than anyone else, though everyone could hear him
well enough. He gave the body a desultory kick. 'Waste o fuckin space.' He
looked up at the two officers and cracked his knuckles. The sound split the
silence. 'Think we're done. Sorry to keep yer waitin.'

'Right, you lot. Show's over. Get yer kit on. Let's go.' The loud and
energetic order broke the spell and everyone got on with it, except
Sike. He watched impassively as Kev struggled up to hobble round the
changing room steering well clear of him and not looking at anyone, clearly
in pain and trying not to show it. Charlie's colleague grabbed his walkie
talkie and went back to the door to speak with someone. There was gonna be
some explaining to do, but it'd all work out. Sike's actions would be easy
enough to defend, and Newman wasn't gonna make a complaint. He'd say as
little as possible if he'd got any sense. Phil... Well, a transfer and
demotion was the best he could hope for. No one would miss him much.

Jack watched Kev go too. The man wouldn't look at him,
unsurprisingly. Neither would the rest, except the Polish guy, who just
looked a bit sad and lost. He'd say something to his dad about him. Only
fair. He hadn't got involved. He tried to move his neck and felt the
strain. The adrenaline had subsided and now the aches were coming through
thick and fast. He could still taste the residue of cum in his mouth
too. Four fuckin loads. Shit. That really happened...

But now it was just gonna be him and his dad again, just like it was always
supposed to be. You're fuckin lucky, intcha, Jack. He's the real deal. He
remembered the man's promises spoken quietly into his ear as that awesome
meat of his pressed in deep. The muscled arms folded around him. You need a
good strong dad... One who don't take no shit... You fuckin got him
now... You're fuckin mine... Today had been the most powerful demonstration
of the lengths his dad would go to, just for him. He felt light-headed, the
undeniable stirrings of appreciation down in his crotch. He just wished the
man would give him a hug now and again. That would feel good.

Now where were his fuckin trainers?

He looked at Harry, who had sat down on the bench along from him and put
his head in his hands, then across at his dad, whose dark intense stare met
his. Hmmm. He wasn't gonna be impressed... Jack gave the man a cheeky
affectionate grin, then looked back at Harry. Never mind, mate. It can't
get much worse.



(Cheers for being patient. Realise it's been a long time since the last
chapter. The story ain't over yet tho. Horny comments welcome as always:
writerman99@yahoo.co.uk)