Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 09:12:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark James <pennandquill@yahoo.com>
Subject: Purgatory Games - Gay Male Authoritarian

Purgatory Games
By
J. Tyler

i.

       Inside the cell, on the top bunk, a heart shaped box of pink mints
lay on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, "Be my
girl". The guard looked from the note to Kyle's pretty face. Kyle knew he
was in trouble.
       "Welcome to Purgatory, boy," the guard said with a smile fit for
Hells' gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the
cruel hands of the twisted God who ruled this place.
       Democracy raged across the globe in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and
North Korea. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs
fields and basketball courts were gone, overseas waging war for a
Democratic Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted by war,
the Department of Homeland Security desperately needed a new flavor of
electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses.
       Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and
came down on prisons like the devil's hammer, bringing prisoners to God in
a rough way. Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption under the
new Monastic Reform Law. Soon, the public redemption and punishment of
prisoners became a spectacle, second only to the Roman Coliseum.
       The public couldn't get enough of televised whippings of unrepentant
prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the newest concept in reality
television, became the biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now,
years later, every prison in the country brought cutthroats, thieves and
reluctant soldiers to God on live television, the ultimate electronic
heroin high.
       Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk. The bedding under his arm
slipped to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands, letting his dark
brown hair fall across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes he
saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in his mailbox two weeks
ago, one day after his nineteenth birthday. Kyle's mad dash to the Mexican
border was a nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on dark
highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle on his knees.
       Kyle's capture came in the middle of the night. The border patrol
swooped down on him, grabbing him up into the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic
Actions Law. When he refused to sign his service papers, they said they'd
give him a year to think it over. After his year in Purgatory, they'd be
back with their papers. If Kyle refused to sign again, he'd get five more
years.
       At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in Purgatory. Slavery
might be over on the outside, but here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle
were handed out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father
Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT's cell, as a reward for
JT winning the Statewide Gladiator Games.
       	On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet boyish looks
to get what he wanted. One look into Kyle's sultry brown eyes and men
understood the promise of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this
nightmare started, he wouldn't be with men who liked fucking ass. Now, Kyle
looked around glumly at the dark red brick walls of the narrow cell. He
knew his days of sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look at
JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the ass. Hard.
       Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow hallway. The
gladiators were coming back from training in the yard. Kyle steeled
himself, and tried to get ready to meet the man who now owned him.
       	JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked into the
small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened in the light of the single
bulb that hung overhead. His bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek
muscle. Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted belly. A dark
tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and writhed on the bulging bicep of his
right arm.
       When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark hunger in his
black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.
       "Hey boy," JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with bass. He slid
the red bandana off his head and rubbed sweat from his bald head. "What's
up?"
       Kyle wasn't sure if he should answer. The hardness in JT's eyes made
Kyle feel like he was thinking about doing something cruel. Something that
would make him scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and reached
down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him, leaning his six foot three
inch frame on the top bunk.
       	"You're even prettier than I thought," JT said quietly, looking
down into Kyle's light brown eyes.
       Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT's spread legs and
pressed himself further back on the small bed. JT reached out to stroke
Kyle's cheek, but the boy flinched as though he'd been slapped.
       	"Take it easy baby," JT said with a low laugh. "I ain't gonna hurt
you. You're gonna suck my dick and I'm gonna fuck you. But you ain't in no
danger with me."
       	Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No one had ever
taken his ass. JT seemed to read his thoughts.
       "You still a virgin, boy?" JT let his eyes crawl greedily over
Kyle's slender body.
       When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn't answer, JT chuckled, a
soft, low sound that sent chills down Kyle's spine.
       "I got you a present." JT offered Kyle the box of candy from the top
bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes that promised no mercy.
       Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of pink, heart
shaped candies. An image of Jimmy's face, battered and bruised, rose in his
mind. Kyle took the pink box from JT's big hand, nearly snatching it in his
haste to accept the gift.
       "You'll do alright with me," JT said quietly, seeing how Kyle's hand
trembled when he took the candy.
       JT grabbed the boy's slender arm, pulling him off the bed.
        "Come here baby," JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a steel embrace.
       JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness of Kyle's
mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came together in a pout.
       "These lips feel good wrapped around a man's cock?" JT stared into
Kyle's soft brown eyes, unbothered by the fear he saw in the boy.
	JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the corner between
the bunk bed and the wall.
	A picture of Jimmy's face rose in Kyle's mind again, in grim
detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his legs, his ass out. Better
to let JT have his way without a fight. A heavy hand fell on Kyle's
shoulder. He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn't
scream when JT's cock tore into his ass.
       "Damn baby," JT's deep voice said behind Kyle. He sounded slightly
amused. "I ain't gonna do you like that. Turn around. Get on your knees for
me like a good girl."
       Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He looked up at the
big black man standing over him, his legs spread. JT's bulging crotch was
inches from Kyle's lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle's ass with
just one stroke.
       "I'll do what you want," Kyle blurted. He looked up into JT's eyes,
pleading. "Just don't make it bad for me, please?"
       JT's black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an animal on
the prowl.
       "I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard. I get relaxed
like that," JT said, ignoring Kyle's plea.
       JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take out his dick
when a voice stopped him.
       "JT, we got to talk," a man's low voice said at the cell door.
       "Fuck that," JT said without turning around. "I'm trying out my new
girl."
       "It's important," the other man said. "About the game next week."
       "It better be important," JT said, zipping his pants, keeping his
dark eyes on Kyle.
       JT stroked Kyle's cheek, and pursed his lips in a silent
kiss. "Later baby," he said, and turned away, disappearing through the cell
door.
       Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to the cell
bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier, talking to another man. For a
wild moment, Kyle thought of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a
gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and started putting sheets on
his bunk, thinking of the coming night.
       After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that JT was there,
waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved to find his cell empty. Kyle lay
on the top bunk, thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was
thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT's hard body towering
over him. Kyle's cock surged at the memory of JT's dark, sleek body pressed
close, his unzipped jeans inches from Kyle's lips.
       The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next cell, echoing
down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined himself on his
knees between JT's legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing become
the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.
        Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist, and was about
to jack off when a low voice said, "I don't like my girls doing that when I
ain't around."
       Kyle sat bolt upright at the sound of JT's voice. He shoved his cock
back inside his jeans, a flush of embarrassment rising to his face. JT
walked into the cell and leaned against the top bunk.
       "Was you thinking about my cock in your mouth or up your ass?" JT
caressed Kyle's hot face softly
       The lights out warning buzzer saved Kyle from answering. Just after
JT walked into the cell, a guard came down the tier, locking cell doors and
doing last head count. A few minutes later, a loud buzz signaled final
lights out, and near total darkness fell.
       	"Come here baby," JT said. "You take care of my cock every night
after lights out."
      	 Kyle slipped from the bunk bed and knelt in front of JT, anxious
to show him that he would have him without a fight. The last thing Kyle
wanted was for JT to get angry.
        "No," JT said quietly.
       Kyle looked up at him, fear bright in his eyes, afraid he'd done
something wrong.
       "Over there, in the corner," JT said. "I know you bitches don't like
nobody seeing you with a man. Guards can't see you there."
       Kyle got up and wedged himself into the shadowy privacy of the
corner between the bed and wall. A dim ray of light fell across Kyle's face
in the darkness. JT caressed Kyle's face, feeling how he trembled.
       "You scared of me?"
       Kyle nodded, knowing he couldn't hide it.
       "You suck my cock and get fucked like a good girl, and ain't nothing
gonna happen to you."
       Kyle knew he should have kept quiet about Jimmy, but he
couldn't. Jimmy had been JT's boy until two days ago, when he'd been
shipped to the hospital, with his right arm broken in three places and his
jaw shattered from a bad beating. Kyle had seen them taking him. His face
had been swollen like a water balloon, both eyes blackened and purple.
       "What about Jimmy?" Kyle said quietly.
              "He wouldn't be a good girl," JT said softly. "But you ain't
like him. You'll be a good bitch for me, won't you?"
       Kyle nodded, looking up into JT's glittering eyes in the darkness.
       "Good. Then I won't have hurt you like that," JT said, unzipping his
jeans.
       JT unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He stood with
his legs spread, his thick cock jutting straight up, well past his navel.
       "You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?" JT said, stroking his
hard meat.
       Kyle nodded, nearly mesmerized by the sight of JT's fat cock.
       "Get to it bitch." JT pulled Kyle by the hair and forced the boy's
face into his crotch. "Show me how good those lips feel on a man's dick."
       Kyle closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, then he started at
the base of JT's impossibly thick cock, licking around his low hanging
balls. Kyle ran his slick tongue up and around JT's hairy balls, taking his
time, letting his whole tongue slide along JT's nuts. Then Kyle slid his
tongue down the length of JT's cock, feeling how the hard flesh was veined,
nearly all the way out to the thick head.
       "I been thinking about your hot mouth all day," JT said, pressing
his crotch into Kyle's face.
       Kyle let his tongue linger on the head of JT's cock, circling the
thick head slowly, before sliding his hot tongue all the way back down to
his heavy balls.
       "Oh yeah bitch. Open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock," JT said. He
leaned on his powerful arms against the wall.
       Kyle opened his mouth wide and JT slid into the pretty boy's hot
mouth, feeding him his thick ten inch cock, moaning softly. The sight of
his dark chocolate cock sliding between the boy's pretty pink lips drove JT
crazy.
        JT slid his cock deep down Kyle's throat on every stroke, nearly
gagging him, then he held himself inside Kyle's mouth, enjoying the way the
boy's gag reflex made his throat massage the head of his cock.
       "I can't wait to try that virgin ass," JT said, fucking slowly in
and out of Kyle's mouth.
       He took the boy's pretty face in his hands, feeling the softness of
his cheeks, watching how Kyle's pink lips stretched tight against his dark,
thick cock.
       "You look so fucking hot baby, on your knees with my fat black cock
stretching your pretty lips," JT said.
       JT tossed his head back and pumped his hips in a slightly circular
motion, speeding up as his throbbing cock came close to exploding in Kyle's
mouth.
       "Get ready to swallow my come, bitch," JT said, driving his hips
into Kyle's face.
       Kyle struggled to take JT's cock deep down his throat, gagging,
feeling how his own hard cock strained at his jeans. Choking on a man's
cock drove Kyle crazy. He ached to take JT's load down his throat.
       Kyle grabbed JT's cock near the base. When JT didn't slap him or
make him stop, Kyle started jacking him off, tightening his fist around
JT's slick, throbbing cock rhythmically.
       "Oh fuck, yeah," JT said, pushing his cock into Kyle's grabbing
hand.
       JT wrapped his fingers into Kyle's hair and held him still while he
fucked his face.
       "Oh yeah bitch," JT said, breathing hard. "You fucking suck
bitch. Take it. Take my fucking load."
       JT slapped Kyle's hand away and pumped Kyle's mouth harder, choking
him on nearly every stroke, breathing hard, moaning deep in his throat. JT
jammed his throbbing cock down Kyle's throat again and again, hard and
fast, until finally he crammed his dick deep down Kyle's throat, groaning
in pleasure. His cock exploded and sent hot come shooting down Kyle's
throat.
       "Swallow it," JT said, looking down at Kyle with hard eyes.
       Kyle swallowed, working his throat, looking up at JT.
       "Good, bitch," JT said. "I make my girls swallow. Or I beat their
ass."
       He wiped the corners of Kyle's lips where come had leaked from his
mouth and slid his fingers into the boy's mouth, forcing Kyle to lick and
suck until his fingers were clean.
       "How you like sucking my dick, boy?" JT said, zipping his jeans.
       Kyle shrugged, unable to make himself meet JT's eyes boring down
into him. Kyle's need to suck cock and be a bitch for a man like JT always
embarrassed him.
       "Don't be acting like you didn't like it, boy. I know a cock sucking
bitch when I see one. Come here," he said, pulling Kyle to his feet. He was
more careful this time, so Kyle didn't feel like his arm was ripping out of
its socket.
       "Turn around," JT said.
       Kyle faced the wall and JT pressed real close to him and reached
around to cup Kyle's bulging crotch.
       "Damn," JT said. He massaged Kyle's dick through his jeans. "Look
how fucking hard you are, bitch."
       Kyle moaned softly. He was aching to come.
       "Take your jeans off," JT said.
       Kyle slid his jeans down his slender hips, shaking loose of them
almost immediately. Now he stood with just his shirt on and his jockey
shorts with an embarrassing bulge in them. JT unbuttoned Kyle's shirt from
behind, while he kissed his neck softly.
       "I'm gonna give you a taste of what little bitches like you need,"
JT whispered into Kyle's ear.
       He slipped the boy's briefs down and slid the shirt from Kyle's slim
body, passing his hands gently over Kyle's tight round ass.
       "You got a pretty ass boy," JT whispered into Kyle's ear. "Soon I'm
gonna put you on all fours and fuck this tight little bitch hole."
       JT ran his rough hands slowly over Kyle's smooth chest, paying
special attention to the boy's nipples, ignoring the way Kyle trembled in
his arms.
       "Start jacking off," JT whispered into Kyle's ear.
       JT's promise to fuck his ass terrified Kyle, but he was desperate to
shoot his load after the way JT had fucked his mouth. Kyle grabbed his cock
and started jacking off.
       "Not so fast bitch, enjoy it, go slow." JT put his big hand over
Kyle's to show him the slow rhythm he wanted him to use.
       "I only make bitches out of men who want it up the ass," JT said
into Kyle's ear. "But you don't want it up your ass, right?"
       JT lubed two fingers with Vaseline and held them up so Kyle could
see.
       "I ain't gonna hurt you. Don't do nothing stupid like trying to
fight me," JT said.  Slowly, JT pressed one lubed finger to Kyle's ass. The
boy tensed immediately.
       "Relax bitch or I'll make you get my cock hard again. You want me to
ream this virgin ass?"
       "Sorry JT," Kyle said in a low, scared voice.
       "Keep working your cock," JT said.
       Kyle tried to relax as he felt a long finger press slowly into
him. JT kissed the side of Kyle's neck softly, while he worked his finger
into Kyle's ass gently. The feel of something inside his tight ass was new
to Kyle. It felt good. His hand sped up on his hard cock, but JT slapped
Kyle's bare ass, hard.
       "Slower," JT said. "You better not come `til I let you, boy."
       Kyle slowed down, even though his cock throbbed crazily in his slick
fist.
       "You ain't no bitch. You don't want it up the ass, right?" JT
whispered into Kyle's ear.
       JT felt Kyle's tight hole open to him and he slid all the way
in. Slowly he started easing another finger into Kyle's tight ass while
Kyle worked his cock in the slow rhythm JT had given him.
       When both fingers were inside him, JT leaned close to Kyle and said,
"I'm gonna fuck this hot little ass with my fingers. If you don't come like
a moaning bitch after I finger your ass, I'll give you back. I won't do
nothing to you."
       Slowly JT worked his fingers in and out of Kyle's ass, matching the
slow rhythm of him jacking off. At first, Kyle held himself still against
JT's long fingers, tightening his ass. But his ass loosened up and JT
worked deeper into his tight hole with every stroke, until finally his long
fingers massaged Kyle's prostrate.
       "Oh fuck," Kyle said, pressing back into JT's fingers, moaning
softly.
       "Yeah boy, that's it. Show me how much you hate taking it up the
ass. Show me you ain't no bitch."
       JT wrapped his muscled arm around Kyle's waist and pulled the boy
close, keeping his fingers deep inside Kyle's ass. Then he slapped Kyle's
hand away. JT grabbed the boy's cock in his strong hand and started jacking
him off in a slow rhythm that made Kyle writhe in his grip.
       "You liking it up your ass, bitch?"
       "It feels so fucking good," Kyle said, moaning.
       "Yeah, that's right. Look how hard your cock with my fingers up your
ass."
       JT slid his fingers slowly in and out of Kyle's ass, matching the
rhythm of his hand on the boy's cock.
       "Only a bitch likes it up the ass.  Ain't that right boy?"
       Kyle rocked his hips, caught between the double pleasure of JT's
fingers up his ass, and his strong hand on his cock.
       "Yeah," Kyle said, breathing hard.
       "Say it," JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle's ass real
slow. "Tell me."
       He kissed the side of Kyle's neck, licking up and down his soft pink
skin.
       "Tell me how you're gonna be my bitch and take it up the ass," JT
said.
       Kyle moaned in helpless pleasure.
       "You want me to stop boy, and handcuff you and make you sleep like
this?"
       "No," Kyle said. "Please. Don't stop."
       "You know what you got to say boy," JT said.
       "I'm your bitch," Kyle said, pushing his ass back to meet JT's
fingers. "I'll be your girl JT. Let me come, please," Kyle begged.
       "Oh yeah. I'm gonna let you come just like a bitch, on your knees."
       JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle's ass, and spun him around. Kyle
looked up at him in confusion, his hard throbbing cock jutting up between
his legs.
       "Down," JT said. "I'm gonna watch you jack off on your knees, while
you tell me what a bitch you are."
       Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock and started
jacking off again, moaning and panting softly.
       "Look at me boy," JT said, standing over him.
       Kyle met his dark eyes.
       "You're my bitch now," JT said, while Kyle jacked off on his
knees. He slapped Kyle's face lightly. "You understand?"
       "Yeah," Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his hard cock.
       JT grabbed Kyle's chin so he could look down into the boy's eyes. He
loved seeing the need and shame in Kyle's eyes.
       "You're gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass. How come?" JT
said.
       Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his face again,
harder.
       "How come you're gonna suck my cock and take it up the ass?" JT
said.
       Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT's hard, merciless
eyes.
       " `Cause I'm a bitch," Kyle said. A moan of pleasure escaped him.
       "Please JT," Kyle begged. "Please."
        "Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear you say
it. Tell me you're my bitch, over and over, `til you shoot."
       "I'm your bitch," Kyle said.
       JT watched Kyle jacking off wildly. Nothing made JT hotter than
forcing a man to make a bitch of himself for him.
       "Louder," JT said, giving Kyle's face a rough shake. "Don't piss me
off."
       "I'm your bitch JT," Kyle said, loud enough for it to echo in the
small cell.
       "Keep saying it `til you come," JT said, holding Kyle's face and
looking straight down into his eyes.
       Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly, panting and
moaning, saying over and over that he was JT's bitch.
       "Yeah boy, come on," JT said, when he saw Kyle was close. "Shoot
your come on your knees for me."
       Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his face, looking
down into Kyle's eyes. A final groan of ecstasy escaped Kyle and he
exploded all over his hand.
       "Lick it off your hand," JT said, standing back.
       JT watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand, enjoying the way
the boy's face flushed with shame, thinking about what he'd done. When Kyle
had licked the last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back on him
and got into his bunk.
       "Go to sleep," he told Kyle. "I'm busting your cherry tomorrow
night."
       He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell asleep to the soft
sound of Kyle crying in the dark.




ii.
       Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone room that was
the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all around them, bouncing off the high
ceilings. Morning sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the dull
steel of the tables bolted to the floor.
       All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of men who'd spent
a long time in prison. Their hard bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a
hunger for violence that gave them the look of predators on the prowl. They
were all gladiators. If they weren't in prison, they'd be rich from all the
money they made for Purgatory.
       "Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night," Terence said.
       Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with muscle, sat across
the table from JT. He looked at Kyle and ran his tongue across his lips.
       "Yeah," Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to Terence. He
looked like he spent his life pumping iron. Even his face looked angular
with muscle. "I'm your bitch, JT. I'm your bitch," Tyrone said in a high
falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.
       Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face turning a
brilliant scarlet.
       The whole table of black men laughed.
       "Look at that bitch," Calvin said. "He's turning all red and
shit. What's wrong boy, you didn't like JT's fat cock pumping your faggot
mouth?"
       JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy's red face and
the way his light brown eyes were bright with unshed tears under his long
lashes.
       "Leave him alone," JT said quietly.
       "Come on man, tell us," Terence said. "Did you fuck the bitch? He
got a tight ass?"
       "Nah, he didn't fuck her," Tyrone said. "Ain't nobody heard no
screaming."
       The men into laughter again. To Kyle they sounded like hyenas
fighting over a fresh kill. He fought back tears. It would just make things
worse.
       "I said, leave him alone," JT said in an even quieter voice.
       Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low voice. He
loved the way mood at the table changed. The other men suddenly looked
scared. Kyle was glad.
       "Hey man," Tyrone said, "he's just a bitch. What the fuck do you
care?"
       The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.
       "You know what your problem is Tyrone?" JT said.
       "What?" Tyrone said, loud and cocky. "Bitches can't get enough of my
dick?"
       "No," JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. "You're too stupid to know
when to shut your fucking mouth."
       Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but Calvin said,
"Leave it alone Ty. Shut up."
        "Stay away from my bitch," JT said, looking Tyrone in the eye. "I
let it go last time `cause I owed you. Don't start no shit with me."
       "Come on, JT, forget it, alright?" Terence said.
       After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy silence at the
table. In a little while, the men started talking about the coming games on
television. Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room, and all
the men filed out to their work details.
       Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other men.
       "Looks like your new bitch ain't saying bye," he heard Tyrone say.
       Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his job at the
library.
       "Hey boy," Kyle heard JT saying behind him.
       But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He'd be safe once he
got to the library. He hoped.
	JT's long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle's arm, just
outside the men's room. A uniformed guard stood by the door. No one was
supposed to go in the bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked
by the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were invisible. The man
in uniform watched, but said nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look
of fear pass briefly across his face when he met JT's eyes.
	Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the brick walls.
	"What the fuck's wrong with you bitch? Walking out on me like
that?"
       Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of disrespect when
you belonged to a man to get up and walk off, leaving him sitting at the
table the way he'd done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.
	"I didn't do anything," Kyle said, looking up into JT's black
eyes. He tried to push past him. "I have to get to the library. I'll get in
trouble."
	"Fuck that," JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm hard. "You're in trouble
now bitch."
	JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy into the
wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle hit the wall so hard, it
knocked the breath out of him.
       "What's wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone, didn't I? I
could of made you get on your knees between my legs and stay like that. You
think any guard in here's gonna stop me?"
	Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he couldn't. All the
anger, the frustration, the humiliation of the way JT's friends had treated
him came flying out with his words.
	"You did it on purpose," Kyle yelled at JT. "You wanted them to
hear me last night."
	Kyle looked up into JT's black eyes and saw a dark fury that filled
him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle realized he'd made a bad mistake.
	"JT, please, I didn't mean - " Kyle tried to say, but JT slapped
his face, hard.
	"You're lucky I like you boy. You're real lucky I don't take you
down to the machine shop and share your virgin ass with my friends," JT
said in a soft voice that chilled Kyle to the bone.
	There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable voice if JT
decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might
calm JT.
	"I'm sorry." Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his hands gently
over JT's crotch. "You're right. I'm your bitch. I shouldn't have done
that." Kyle kneaded JT's crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to
life.
       "Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?" JT said, stroking
Kyle's cheek. Kyle was relieved to see that JT's mood had suddenly
changed. "You live in my cell now, everyone knows you're sucking my cock
and getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where nobody could see
you, didn't I?"
	Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he didn't
feel. "Yeah," Kyle said, pressing his hands against JT's bulging
jeans. "You're right. Let me show you I'm sorry."
	"That's better bitch," JT said, undoing his jeans.
	Kyle reached for JT's hard cock like he was desperate to suck his
dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure that if he didn't suck him off
real good, JT would take him to the machine shop and share him with his
friends.
	JT grabbed Kyle's hair and slapped his face lightly when the boy
didn't open his mouth fast enough.
	His cheeks stinging from JT's heavy hand, Kyle stretched his pink
lips around JT's dark chocolate cock. It wasn't like last night. JT was
impatient, driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle, looking
down into his scared eyes.
	"Don't make me mad boy," JT said, thrusting his hips into Kyle's
face. "Or I'll make it bad for you bitch. I'll rent out your ass and make
money off you."
	He fucked deep into Kyle's mouth, choking him again and again until
tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT twined both his powerful hands into
Kyle's hair, holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and out of
his soft pink lips.
	"Tonight, I'm fucking that pretty virgin ass real hard," JT said.
	Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of fear.
	"That's right boy, I'm busting your cherry tonight," JT said,
stroking in and out of Kyle's hot mouth.
	He pumped his thick cock into Kyle's mouth, changing his rhythm to
short, hard strokes, rocking his hips, grunting low in his throat with
pleasure. He watched his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle's
mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy's lips tight against his
throbbing flesh.
	"Oh yeah, boy" JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle and leaned
on the wall, pumping his mouth hard JT grabbed Kyle's hair again, twining
his strong fingers deep into the boy's silky hair, and stroked into Kyle's
mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and grunting, his mouth pulled back in
a grimace.
       "You're gonna be my girl after tonight," JT said.
       He fucked Kyle's mouth hard, holding him still and helpless in his
iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat down Kyle's throat again and again.
	"Cock sucking bitch," JT said, panting hard, "Oh fuck," he said
between clenched teeth. "Take it bitch. Take my fucking come."
	JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled Kyle's face down
on his cock, moaning so low it was almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his
driving cock jetted hot come down Kyle's throat.
	Kyle swallowed JT's heavy load of thick come, then ran his tongue
along his cock and balls, licking him clean.
	"Don't beat me up," Kyle pleaded, licking JT's cock, looking up at
him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT's balls, licking at the sticky mess of
his drying come.
	Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes blackened, one
swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his arm in a splint.
	"I'll do what you want," Kyle said, licking JT's balls softly,
looking up into dark eyes.
	"That's what you said last night, bitch," JT said, zipping his
jeans. "And by breakfast you was already pissing me off."
	Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in JT's voice
before he sucked him off coming back.
	"I'm sorry," Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too low to be
heard.
	Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about to make him
into Jimmy's twin. He remembered the scared look on the guard's face
outside the bathroom. Kyle knew that nobody would come help him, no matter
how loud he screamed.
	Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut,
tried to be ready for the first fist that would come driving into his face.
	"Look at me boy," JT said, bending over Kyle.
	Kyle's eyes flew open. JT's face loomed large over him.
	"The last thing you want in this world is to be on my bad
side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side," JT said in a soft voice that carried
more menace than the loudest threat. "Next time you think about fucking
with me, don't do it."
	He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees, as scared as a
man walking a high wire with no net.
	When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to ask him
where the fuck he'd been, why he was so late. But Victor, the CO on duty,
only nodded to him, then went back to the paper he'd been reading.
	Later, when Tyrone walked into the library, all the prisoners
stared at him. Gladiators never used the library. His big body was outlined
under a tight t-shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the darkest
corner between stacks in the big library and hid.
	"Hey boy," Tyrone said, when he found Kyle's hiding place. He'd
sniffed him out like a tiger hunting down raw meat. "How come you're back
here in the dark?"
	Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in the narrow
aisle between stacks. Tyrone's huge body blocked his way out. Kyle's mind
raced. He felt trouble heading for him like a screaming freight train.
	Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches from the
boy. "Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?"
	Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.
	"When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night, to try him
out. Except virgins. He likes to take his time with virgins. You been
fucked up the ass before boy?"
	Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His voice was low
and intimate, like lovers having sweet talk.
	"No. I'm a virgin." Kyle was too scared to look up into Tyrone's
greedy eyes.
	Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle's crotch, felt the growing hardness
there.
	"You're hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin hole fucked
real hard?"
	Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn't jacked off. He'd
been afraid JT would know somehow. Now, with Tyrone's muscled body pressed
so close to him, Kyle was hard again.
	"Please - "
	But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and spun him
around to face the wall. He undid Kyle's jeans and pulled them down along
with his cotton briefs. He pressed his big hand over Kyle's mouth, muffling
the boy's cry of surprise.
	"I wanna see what JT's getting," Tyrone whispered into Kyle's
ear. "I'm gonna see how tight this virgin ass is."
	Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle's hole. He
shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and out of Kyle's hole cruelly,
making Kyle groan in pain.
	"You're a fucking tight bitch," Tyrone said, pulling his finger
out.
	He rubbed his hard cock against the boy's ass roughly.
	"You're lucky you belong to JT. `Cause if you was my bitch I would
of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud."
	Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy to his
knees. Without saying anything, he took out his hard cock and grabbed
Kyle's hair.
	"You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I'll tell JT you
came to me and begged me to let you suck my cock. You think he wants his
bitches sucking cock when he ain't around? Remember Jimmy?"
	Haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy's battered face, Kyle
opened his mouth.




iii.
       At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his friends, expecting
the worst. But Tyrone ignored him, as if the library had never
happened. The men at the table talked about the game last night and coming
bad weather.
	This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table, like he
knew he should, then followed him out of the cafeteria. JT pulled him into
the bathroom again, but his mood was different this time.
	"Hey baby," JT said, once they were inside.
	He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His palms
rested against the brick, beside Kyle's head. His heavily muscled body
pressed close against Kyle, making him feel like he was trapped in the
shadow of a giant.
	"You sucked me off real good this morning." JT rubbed his crotch
against Kyle, looking down into his eyes, running his hard fingers along
Kyle's soft lips.
	Kyle didn't know why, but the way JT fucked his face without caring
if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot for his cock. JT's hard, muscled body
felt good pressed up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle's cock
surge. But Kyle couldn't get Tyrone's words out of his mind.
	"What's wrong baby? How come you're shaking like that?" JT said.
	Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but he JT didn't
let him. He took Kyle's chin in his hands and made him look up at him.
	"Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?" JT said, his
voice suddenly low and cold.
	 Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT's hard eyes. "No."
	"Nobody said nothing to you?" JT said, grinding his hips softly
into Kyle. The boy could feel JT's thick cock rising already.
	"No," Kyle said again, and dropped his eyes to the floor so he
wouldn't have to meet the raging hunger in JT's dark eyes.
	JT shook Kyle's face and looked down into Kyle's eyes. He saw a
fear that ran deeper than getting his ass fucked. Something had spooked
Kyle, and he was scared that JT would hurt him real bad.
	"I don't like it when my bitches lie to me," JT said quietly.
	Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he was
right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.
	"Tell me what happened to you boy," JT said.
	He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to Kyle, he
stood back, his arms hanging at his sides, studying Kyle.
	"Don't hurt me," Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice. "He made me do
it."
	"Who made you do what? Talk to me boy."
	Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what happened with
Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He told JT everything.
	"After he came in my mouth, he said he'd be back whenever he wanted
to," Kyle said, looking up at JT. "He said if I told you, he'd say it was
me who came to him. But I didn't JT, I swear. It happened like I told you."
	For long seconds that were an eternity to Kyle, JT stood as still
as a statue carved from ebony marble. Then, without warning, JT exploded in
rage. He kicked the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the solid
metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the polished metal mirror that
hung over the sink, scarring the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked
over the other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the bathroom,
making a horrible racket that was terrifying.
	Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT's rampage, praying he wasn't
next to get kicked around the stone floor. When the garbage barrels were
dented and twisted nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing
hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands, cringing in the
corner. When JT reached down to pull him out of the corner, Kyle yelped
like a frightened dog.
	"I'm telling the truth, JT," Kyle managed to say through his
chattering teeth.
	"I know you are boy."
	JT's soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up into JT's
furious face.
	"Relax, bitch. I ain't hurting you."
	"You're not?" Kyle said.
	"No," JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and looked down
into the boy's terrified eyes.
	"You know what happens now boy?"
	Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT's cold eyes.
	"Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I'm fighting him for
you. There's gonna be a dark game tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us
gladiators. I'm gonna carve my initials into Tyrone."
	JT's voice was soft and calm, as if he were talking about the
weather. But his eyes were dark and stormy with rage.
	"Get back to the library. I got things to do."
	JT walked out of the bathroom, kicking aside one of the garbage
barrels he'd knocked over.






iv.
	That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking out onto
the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he heard the breathy sound of a
man either fucking or getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to
think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight tonight. Kyle would
belong to the man who won the duel. Tyrone's words came back to Kyle with
the frightening clarity of coming doom - if you was my bitch I would of
raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.
	JT walked into their cell and picked up a black bag.
	"Come on boy," JT said, looking at Kyle. "Game time."
	Kyle jumped down from his bunk, looking up at JT, puzzled.
	"We can't leave the cell," Kyle said. "It's almost lights out."
	JT took his hand. "You're with me now. Come on. Let's go."
	Kyle followed JT past guards who acted like they were both
invisible. One guard nodded to JT and asked him how he was doing. No one
tried to stop them.
       They left the tier, went down old stone steps that smelled of sweat
and urine, past the first floor. Kyle counted two flights below the first
floor before a big, black iron door blocked their way.
	"Where are we?" Kyle said, looking around in the darkness.
	"Old part of the prison," JT said, slipping a key from his pocket.
	He slid the skeleton key into the ancient looking lock and the door
opened with a soft creak that spoke of well oiled hinges. The corridor
beyond lay in pitch black darkness.
	Kyle hung back, looking into the darkness. JT pulled a powerful
flashlight from his black bag and took Kyle's hand again. On the other
side, JT locked the big door. Now they stood in near total darkness, except
for the narrow beam of the flashlight. The only sound was their breathing
and Kyle's wildly beating heart.
	"Where are we going JT?"
	"You'll see boy."
	JT led Kyle through dark corridors, past closed doors, deeper into
the musty scent of disuse, until finally, they heard the low murmur of
voices up ahead.
	They turned a corner and Kyle saw a giant cell that stood in the
middle of a stone floor. Hurricane lanterns hung from top of the cell on
iron hooks, casting a shifting yellow glow all around. No one was inside
the cell yet. Men crowded around the cell made way for JT and Kyle. Calvin
and Terence waited near the cell door.
	A blond man who looked as big as one of the original Vikings, came
up to JT and clapped him on the back hard enough to send another man
sprawling.
	"You show him what's what JT. He's made trouble for all of us."
	"He won't make no more trouble after tonight, Sven," JT said
quietly.
	"Good," the blond man said, and walked off, trailing a slender
blonde man behind him.
	"You ready?" Calvin said, taking JT's bag.
	"Yeah," JT said. "Take care of my bitch. Keep him close."
	"Don't worry," Calvin said.
	JT took the short handled knife Calvin handed him from the black
bag, then he slid his t-shirt over his head. His body rippled with solid
muscle in the flickering light.
	Calvin pulled Kyle back as JT opened the door to the giant cell and
stepped inside.
	"Where's Tyrone?" Kyle said.
	"He'll be here," Calvin said.
	Terence walked through the crowd of men and stood on the other side
of Kyle.
	"You stay close to us boy, hear?" Calvin said.
	Kyle nodded, looking into the cell. Men clung to the outside of the
bars, making a living wall around JT. He stood in the center of the cell,
holding his knife. The crowd buzzed with excitement.
	"Where's the guards?" Kyle said. "It isn't like this on TV."
	Terence and Calvin both laughed. "Those games are for show
boy. This is the real thing."
	Silence went through the crowd in a wave, and a path cleared to let
Tyrone through. Two men came were with him. He took off his black t-shirt,
staring across the crowd at Kyle. He took a curved knife from the man on
his left, then slowly, so that every man there saw what he did, Tyrone blew
Kyle a kiss.
	Kyle looked at JT standing in the middle of the cell. He'd seen
what Tyrone did, but his face showed no sign of anger. The only sign that
showed the fury Kyle knew JT must be feeling was a slight tension that made
his sculpted muscles stand out even more in the flickering golden light.
       Tyrone walked into the cell, followed by the blonde Viking that Kyle
had seen earlier. When all three men were in the cell, silence fell.
	"Tonight is a dark game," the Viking said in a strong voice that
echoed down the dark halls, "to settle a duel between gladiators. The man
who frees himself with this key, wins."
	The Viking held up a large, black skeleton key. He walked out of
the large cell, locked the door with the key, and hung the key beside the
lock where it would be easily reached by a man standing on the other side
of the bars.
	JT and Tyrone circled each other in a low crouch. Both held their
knives easily. They were nearly matched in size and strength. JT was only
about an inch taller than Tyrone. But he was lithe with hard muscle and
graceful on his feet.
       Tyrone didn't move with the same grace and ease as JT. Fear made his
movements jittery. His eyes flicked behind JT, distracted by noises from
the crowd. JT's eyes never left Tyrone. His face was impassive, smooth, as
if he were spectator with nothing to win or lose.
       When JT struck, no one, including Tyrone, expected it. JT's knife
came in under Tyrone's extended arm in a rapid swipe. Tyrone jumped back
and twisted away, but not before JT's knife left a light flesh wound. The
crowd hooted and hollered, cheering them on, yelling the names of both men.
	"Next time I catch your bitch alone, I'll fuck him real hard,"
Tyrone said in a low hiss that JT heard despite the noise of the crowd.
	JT ignored Tyrone's words, concentrating on finding weaknesses in
Tyrone's defense. Words were for amateurs. JT's knife did all the talking
in a fight.
	JT came in for another strike, letting Tyrone think he was going
for his right flank, but at the last moment, JT twisted back and his knife
cut through the tender flesh of Tyrone's belly again. Another flesh wound
that stung like hell, but did little harm. The crowd yelled out, calling
for more blood. The watching men shook the bars, making an eerie metallic
fury that echoed in the darkness.
	Tyrone was an amateur. He won in the games because he was matched
with men who were stupider than he was. JT won because he knew how to get
to a man's weakness. Tyrone's weakness was his bad temper. JT played to
Tyrone's weakness, inflicting light, harmless flesh wounds with his razor
sharp knife. The crowd hissed and roared with every light wound JT left on
Tyrone.
       Kyle stood between Calvin and Terence. He grabbed the bars with
white knuckles, his face pressed between them, watching JT and Tyrone with
unblinking attention. Watching JT's muscles flex and move in the shadowy
light made Kyle remember how he'd felt last night and this morning on his
knees between JT's legs. Seeing the way JT moved, like a warrior in battle,
and knowing that JT was fighting over him, gave Kyle a raging hard on that
throbbed and ached in his jeans. Kyle wanted JT. He ached to suck JT's cock
and hear him groan in pleasure as he shot hot come down his throat and
called him his bitch over and over.
        The two men circled each other in a slow dance. Tyrone struck out
at JT, but JT easily dodged his clumsy swipes. JT weaved back and forth,
and from side to side, raking his knife through the air, leaving flesh
wounds that stung, but caused no damage. Soon, the constant badgering from
JT's knife and the jeering cries of the men in the audience drove Tyrone to
do exactly what JT wanted.
	Tyrone lost his temper. He came charging at JT with a loud cry, his
knife held high, his eyes wild with rage. JT let him come, then side
stepped at the last second, tripping up Tyrone, letting his own weight
carry him to the floor. JT was on him in an instant, his strong arm wrapped
around Tyrone's throat in a deadly embrace.
	Tyrone sputtered and cursed, thrashing wildly, but JT rode his
bucking back like a sailor on a stormy sea. The men in the audience went
wild, cheering JT on. But when JT showed no signs of letting go of Tyrone's
neck to let him breathe, a silent hush fell over the watching men.
	In the silence that fell, JT bent low and whispered into Tyrone's
ear, "I ever catch you near my bitch again, I'll kill you."
	He gave one last squeeze, pushing Tyrone into unconsciousness, then
he let him go. Before he got up, JT used his knife to carve his initials
just above Tyrone's right shoulder blade. Tyrone would have to someone
carve them out or burn the skin to erase it, unless Tyrone wanted to become
someone's bitch.
	JT wiped his knife on his pants, and went to the cell door, where
the key hung waiting for him outside the bars.
	Behind JT Tyrone rose to his feet, like a man rising from a drugged
sleep. His eyes focused blearily on JT, and he came after him, gaining
speed with all the grace of a charging bull.
	JT whirled to face him, his knife up, ready to carve into Tyrone
for real this time.
       "You wanna die tonight?" JT said quietly.
       Tyrone looked around at the shadowy square, seeking a friendly
face. Finding none, he looked back at JT. Tyrone held up both hands in a
gesture of surrender and dropped his knife at JT's feet.
       "I didn't think so," JT said, and deliberately turned his back on
Tyrone. He'd already decided that if Tyrone came at him again, he'd kill
him. No more talk.
       Tyrone decided to live and JT reached through the bars and got the
key that unlocked the cell. Calvin and Terence met him outside the
door. They tried to hold Kyle back, but JT signaled to them to let him
go. Kyle ran to JT, running his hands quickly over his sweaty body.
       "Are you ok?" Kyle said.
       "Yeah boy," JT said. "Fucking punk didn't lay a finger on me."
       Behind them Tyrone slammed through the open door and made his way
through the crowd without a backward glance at JT.
       "What about him?" Calvin said, looking at Tyrone's retreating
back. "You want us to do anything?"
       JT shook his head. "No. Not unless he fucks with us."
       Calvin nodded, but he looked at JT with obvious displeasure in his
hard eyes.
       "Leave him alone," JT said, meeting Calvin's hard eyes. "Don't make
trouble where we don't need it."
       Calvin held up both hands. "I won't do nothing to his punk ass
unless he crosses me."
       JT nodded and grabbed Kyle's hand. "Come on boy."
       Men made way for JT and Kyle, making a narrow aisle in the crowd for
them. JT led Kyle down twisting stone corridors, guiding them with the
strong flashlight he'd taken from his black bag. The noise of the men had
fallen behind them a long time ago.
       "We're not going back upstairs?" Kyle said, peering into the
darkness that pressed all around him.
       "No baby," JT said, pulling Kyle along. "I'm taking you on a date."
       Kyle fell silent, and concentrated on following JT through the
twisting darkness. A few times Kyle thought he heard far away screams. He
asked JT about it, but he wouldn't answer Kyle. When Kyle thought he could
stand no more of following JT's flashlight beam through coal black
darkness, JT said, "Stay here."
       Kyle panicked when JT let go of his hand and walked on, until he
realized that JT wasn't going far. They'd stopped in front of a cell that
was three times the size of the cells in the main prison.
	JT walked into the cell, taking a lighter from his pocket. Kyle
watched while JT went around the cell, lighting fat midnight blue candles
that were already there. He could tell from the way wax had melted down the
sides of the candles that this room had been used before. It didn't have
the same smell of disuse as the rest of the abandoned prison.
	As JT lit candles, Kyle saw red brick walls emerge from the dark
shadows. The candles revealed a stained stone floor, and a strangely new
mattress on an old prison cot. A wooden table that had been new when this
part of the prison was built, stood in one corner. Black handcuffs hung
from the iron bars to Kyle's left, just the right height to handcuff
someone to the bars, standing up.
	JT lay on the wide cot on his side, one leg up, and patted the
mattress next to him.
	"Come here baby," JT said softly.
	Kyle knew he had no choice. There was nowhere to run. Even if he
was willing to brave the pitch blackness beyond the candlelight, Kyle would
never find his way out of the dark maze. Kyle walked into the cell, and sat
stiffly on the mattress beside JT.
	"You want me to take off my clothes?" Kyle said, looking down at
his hands.
	"No boy," JT said, running his big, strong hands over Kyle's
slender body. "I'll take them off."
	Kyle swallowed back his fear. At least he knew JT wasn't going to
just handcuff him to the bars and rape him raw. He would have done that
already. Wouldn't he?
	Kyle heard JT take off his shirt. He turned to look at his sculpted
body in the candlelight. His chest and belly rippled with dark
muscle. Sweat clung to him from the gladiator fight. Seeing JT fight over
him had made Kyle incredibly hot for him. But Kyle didn't want JT to fuck
his ass. Kyle wanted to slip to his knees between JT's strong legs and
pleasure his thick cock while JT told him what a bitch he was.
	"Come here baby," JT said, pulling Kyle against him. When he felt
how stiffly the boy rested against him, he said, "Relax boy. Don't make me
hurt you."
	JT ran his hands slowly down Kyle's body, sliding up under his
t-shirt and caressing his hairless chest.
	"You're soft," JT said, sliding his calloused fingers across Kyle's
sensitive nipples. "I like my girls to be soft like you."
	Kyle slowly relaxed as JT fondled his body, running his big hands
down between Kyle's legs, feeling how the boy's cock bulged against his
jeans. JT pressed his back up against the wall and opened his legs. He
pulled Kyle close, so the boy's head rested on his muscular chest and
Kyle's ass pressed up against JT's crotch.
	As JT ran his hands over Kyle's body slowly, he whispered into his
ear.
	"I ain't had a virgin in a long time."
	JT ran his hands up under Kyle's thin cotton t-shirt again and
found his pink nipples and twisted gently. He kissed the side of Kyle's
neck softly, his breath hot against his neck.
	"Don't fight me," he whispered, while he worked Kyle's nipples.
	Kyle, who wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel JT's
thick cock stretching his lips, moaned softly, letting his head fall back
against JT's broad chest.
	"That's it boy," JT said, licking and kissing Kyle. "You're
mine. Give in to it."
	When JT slipped Kyle's t-shirt over his head, the boy was glad to
be free of the thin cotton. Now he could feel the hardness of JT's muscled
chest pressing up against him, skin to skin. Kyle squirmed as JT ran his
big hands over his body, down between his legs.
	"I'll be good, JT," Kyle whispered. "I won't fight."
	"Yeah boy," JT said, rubbing his rough palms against Kyle's
nipples. "That's right. Be a good bitch. `Cause you're getting my cock up
your virgin hole tonight. You can get it hard or easy, up to
you. Understand?"
	"Yeah," Kyle said, lifting his hips as JT's strong hand kneaded his
cock through his jeans.
	Kyle felt JT unzip his jeans, but he wasn't afraid. He wanted to
feel JT's strong hands on his cock. He was desperate for JT to jack him
off. JT reached inside the boy's jeans and rubbed his hand against the thin
fabric of his briefs, teasing Kyle's hard cock.
	"Fuck boy," JT said. "This cock is so hard. You want me to fuck
your ass that bad?"
	Kyle moved his hips, pressing into JT's hand. "No. I wanna suck
your dick," Kyle said, moving rhythmically, wishing JT would close his fist
around his throbbing cock. "And feel your come jetting down my throat."
	"Take my cock up that virgin hole like a good bitch, and I'll let
you come like that," JT said, reaching into Kyle's briefs and taking the
boy's throbbing cock into his fist. "I'll let you suck me and jack off." He
slid his fist up and down Kyle's hard cock, slick with pre come. "You wanna
come on your knees with my hard cock in your mouth, boy?"
	"Yeah," Kyle said, pumping his hips in and out of JT's fist.
	JT slid his fingers into Kyle's mouth, making the boy lick the
sticky pre-come from his fat fingers. Then he slid his hand down Kyle's
body, between his legs, to his ass.
	"I bet this ass is aching for something good and hard," JT said.
	Kyle tensed up the moment he felt JT's big finger at the entrance
to his ass.
	"Relax bitch," JT said quietly. "Don't piss me off."
	JT circled the outside of the trembling boy's hole with his finger,
kissing Kyle's neck softly, then he rested his finger against the virgin
tightness and let Kyle's writhing ass push onto his finger. JT slid his
slick fist slowly up and down Kyle's throbbing cock, while he fingered the
boy's hot hole.
	"Oh yeah boy," he whispered into Kyle's ear. "This fuck hole's so
ready for my dick."
	Kyle's grasping ass throbbed around JT's finger as he slid slowly
in and out of the boy. Still jacking off Kyle's dick, JT slid another
finger into his ass slowly.
       "After tonight, you'll be my girl," JT said into Kyle's ear.
	JT moved his fingers in and out of Kyle's writhing ass while he
worked the boy's cock. JT's thick cock was pressed up against the boy's
wriggling ass, throbbing wildly. He ached to sink into his new bitch's
tight hole.
       "This ass is hungry for something bigger, ain't it?" JT said.
	JT stroked Kyle's slowly, fingering Kyle's ass, feeling how the
boy's cock throbbed in his fist, and how his hot ass grabbed at JT's
fingers inside him. When JT felt Kyle jerk against his moving fist and knew
the boy was almost ready to shoot, JT let go of Kyle's cock, but kept
fingering his ass.
	"I'm ready for you bitch," JT said. "My cock's so hard thinking
about fucking your virgin ass," JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of
Kyle's hungry ass.
	Kyle writhed on JT's fingers, trying to get them deeper inside
him. He needed to feel something hot and hard up his ass. He needed JT's
cock inside him.
	"Yeah," Kyle said, moving against JT's hard body. "Please, fuck
me. I want your cock in my ass."
       "Yeah boy," JT said, slipping his fingers out of the boy and pushing
him away. "I'm gonna fuck this virgin hole real good and make you take it
like a bitch."
	JT rose from the bed and slipped out of his jeans. Kyle sat on the
bed, his back against the wall his legs spread, looking at the way JT's
hard swollen cock jutted up past his navel. Suddenly Kyle was scared
again. JT's cock was so thick.
	JT saw fear come over the boy's face. "Get on all fours for me," he
said, standing next to the bed, running his hands over Kyle's body.
	Kyle got on his hands and knees, closing his eyes. JT moved Kyle's
arms out from under him, so his head rested on the mattress, and his ass
stuck up high.
	"Spread your legs," JT said, caressing Kyle's trembling ass.
	Kyle spread his legs wide, exposing his pink virgin hole to JT's
hungry eyes.
	"Real nice, bitch," JT said, lubing his swollen cock.
	JT grabbed Kyle's hips, felt him tense up. "You best relax bitch,
or my dick will tear you in two."
       JT rubbed his hard cock against the entrance to Kyle's hot hole,
pressing the head of his cock against Kyle's ass, feeling the heat of his
tightness.
	"Oh yeah bitch," JT said, easing his cock head into Kyle. "Here I
come for your virgin ass."
	Kyle gasped in pain as the thick head of JT's dick went into his
ass. He bit his lip, trying to stay still, trying not to make JT mad.
	JT moaned softly, feeling the way Kyle's sweet ass grabbed his cock
head, pulsing around his hard fuck meat. When the head of his cock was all
the way inside the boy, he held himself still, fighting to control
himself. He'd won Kyle's ass in front of all the prison gladiators. JT
ached to plunge deep into Kyle's hot tightness and claim his victory.
	"Oh fuck," JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten inch cock
into Kyle's hole slowly. "I forgot how good virgin ass is."
	Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT's thick cock stretched his
tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like his ass was splitting wide open to
take his dick.
	"Please JT," Kyle begged. "I can't. It hurts so bad."
	"Shut the fuck up," JT said, inching into Kyle. "You're my girl
now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch hole."
	Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in pain, his
whole body tense and trembling.
	The way the boy's virgin hole quivered around his throbbing cock,
and the sound of Kyle's muffled groans of pain made JT crazy. A primitive
part of him took over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with the
need to sink his cock deep into the boy's virgin hole and feel Kyle's
pulsing ass grab the length of his dick. With his cock only halfway inside
the boy, JT grabbed Kyle's hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle's ass onto
his cock, driving deep into him at the same time.
	Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong for him. JT
drove into the writhing boy's ass again and again feeling how his sweet
virgin hole pulsed around his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying
to escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.
	"Fucking bitch," JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle's ass. "Take
my cock."
       JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a stallion breeding a
mare. The sound of Kyle's moans of pain echoed in JT's ears, making his
cock throb hungrily inside the boy's hot ass.
       "You ain't no virgin no more." JT pounded the boy's quivering
hole. "You're my fucking ass bitch now."
       JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls slamming
into the struggling boy's ass over and over. Sweat slid down JT's muscled
chest. JT gripped Kyle's hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the
candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly in JT's hard grip.
       "Fucking virgin hole's so good and tight around my dick." JT threw
his head back like a warrior claiming the spoils of victory.
	The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT's low moans
echoed off the brick walls. Kyle's whimpering groans of pain were nearly
lost under the harsh sound of JT hammering into his ass, making loud
slapping noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again and again.
       "Oh yeah bitch." JT pumped Kyle's ass with a new urgency. "You're my
girl now."
	JT fucked Kyle's ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the boy's tight
hole pulsing around his throbbing cock. JT's whole body strained. He
clenched his teeth. He was so fucking close.
	"You're gonna take my load, bitch."
	JT's voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh and ragged. He
dug his strong fingers into Kyle's ass, holding him tight while he pumped
hard into Kyle's quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls
clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his thick cock hard into
the boy's ass, moaning low in his throat.
	"Take it bitch," JT said in a strangled voice. "Take my load."
	JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside the boy's
hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his hips convulsively into Kyle, as
his cock exploded hot come deep in the boy's ass.
	"Oh fuck," JT said, pulling out of Kyle's ass.
	JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy, breathing hard.
	"Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck," JT said.
	"I'm sorry," Kyle was saying over and over. "Don't beat me up
JT. I'm sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad."
	Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all over, begging JT
not to hurt him. When JT reached to pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and
scrambled further into the corner, away from him.
	"Come here bitch," JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm, and pulled him
closer.
       When the terrified boy looked up at him in the candlelight, JT said,
"I ain't gonna do nothing to you. It was my fault. I shouldn't of done you
like that."
	He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited `til the boy's
breathing calmed down.
	"Don't beat me up, JT," Kyle said. It was as if JT's words couldn't
penetrate Kyle's fear. "Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fight you."
	"You ain't done nothing boy," JT said, running his hand over Kyle's
ass. "I ain't gonna hurt you."
	When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, "You were a good
bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me crazy."
	Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT moved Kyle's
hand to his cock, while he reached over and took Kyle's dick in his fist.
	"Come on, boy," JT said, moving his fist up and down Kyle's cock,
"get me hard again so I can give you what little bitches like you want -- a
big load in your mouth."
	Kyle's fist closed around JT's semi-hard cock and started stroking
him, bringing his fuck meat back to life, while JT stroked the boy's rising
cock.
	"You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?" JT
whispered into Kyle's ear.
	The boy's cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle had forgotten
his fear.
	"Yeah," Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked each other.
	"Yeah bitch?" JT said, stroking Kyle's cock. "After I reamed your
ass, you still want a load down your throat?"
	"Yeah," Kyle said again, feeling JT's cock grow rock hard in his
fist.
	"Tell me bitch," JT said in a low voice, "tell me what you want."
	"I wanna suck your cock," Kyle said, lifting his hips up and down,
sliding his cock in and out of JT's fist. "I wanna come while I take your
load."
	"You hot little slut," JT said.
	He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs spread wide,
his hard cock jutting up.
	"Get over here boy," JT said.
	Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He took JT's
cock into his mouth and started stroking his own meat. But JT stepped back,
pulling his cock out of Kyle's mouth. He slapped the boy's face lightly.
	"I didn't say you could jack off, bitch," JT said, looking down at
him.
	Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.
	"First you're gonna show me what a real good cock sucker you are,"
JT said, stroking his own meat. "If I like how your bitch mouth feels on my
cock, I'll let you jack off and I'll give you a load in your mouth. If you
don't do it how I like it, I'll put you on all fours and come up your ass
again."
	JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle's eyes as he slipped his thick
cock back into the boy's mouth.
	"Yeah boy, that's it," JT said, sliding in and out of Kyle's
mouth. "Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my cock after I reamed your
virgin hole."
	JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle's hair, holding his face
still while he thrust slowly in and out of Kyle's mouth.
	"I'm gonna teach you how to be my girl," JT said. "You're gonna
take my cock up your ass, down your throat. You're gonna bend over when I
snap my fingers bitch."
	Kyle took JT's cock deep down his throat, loving the feel of his
thick meat filling his throat with each deep thrust. He moaned softly while
he sucked JT's hard dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The
way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard made Kyle desperate
to come.
	"That virgin ass was so good and tight," JT said, pumping harder
into Kyle's mouth. "I'm gonna fuck that bitch hole every chance I get,
boy."
	Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked his face,
filling his mouth with his dark chocolate dick.
	"How come you look scared boy?" JT said, in a low, cruel
voice. "You better get used to my fat cock up your bitch ass."
	JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle's face in short, fast
thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing the boy to take his cock deep.
	"Stroke your cock, boy," JT said, looking down at Kyle. "But you
better not come `til I say so, bitch."
	Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking off. He
moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth, grinding his hips into
Kyle's face.
	"Your ass is mine now," JT said, riding Kyle's mouth. "You only
come with my hard cock in your mouth or up your ass. I better not catch you
jacking off again, bitch."
	JT fucked Kyle's face harder, driving his cock deep down the boy's
throat, gagging him on nearly every stroke. He felt the boy's body tense,
knew the bitch was about to come.
	"You better not, bitch," JT said, fucking Kyle's face. "You don't
come `til I say so. Get your hand off your cock."
	Even though he was seconds away from getting the release he
desperately needed, Kyle let go of his throbbing cock, too scared of JT to
disobey him.
	"Yeah boy," JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle's mouth. "I'm gonna
hump your pretty face and watch you come while I shoot my load down your
throat."
	JT ground his hips into Kyle's face, moaning deep in his throat,
his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He fucked Kyle's face using long
strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of his mouth until only his cock
head was between Kyle's lips. Then he pumped back into his mouth, going
deep, feeling Kyle's throat clench around his cock.
	"You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch," JT said. He pulled his hard
dick out of Kyle's mouth and pressed his cock against the boy's yielding
lips.
	"Show me how much you want my cock," JT said. "Open your mouth real
wide for me."
	Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his waiting
lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees, his dick hard, hungry for
JT's load down his throat.
	"That's it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I fucked you real
hard," JT said. He grabbed Kyle's hair and fucked his face in a sweet
rhythm that made his cock throb with aching need.
	"Oh yeah boy," JT said, between clenched teeth, "I'm about to
shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker."
	JT pulled Kyle's face down on his cock, fucking his face hard while
he watched the boy jack off, sliding his fist up and down his cock, slick
with pre-come, moaning around JT's dick. It drove JT wild to see his dark
cock stretching the boy's pink lips, and hear him moaning while he sucked
him off.
	"Oh yeah, bitch, suck it," JT said, pumping Kyle's mouth
hard. "Take my cock."
	Kyle sucked on JT's throbbing meat while he jacked off, moaning
around the big dick in his mouth.
	"Oh fuck," JT said, hissing his breath between clenched
teeth. "Here I come, bitch."
       JT's whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His tight balls
spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.
       "Swallow my load, bitch."
       As JT's cock jetted hot come down Kyle's throat, the boy moaned one
last time and his cock exploded as he swallowed JT's come.
       With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT's hot come,
Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in white.
       "You're my girl now," JT said, wiping his come from Kyle's lips. He
stuck his fingers into the boy's mouth, making him suck them clean, then he
pulled Kyle's face into his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls
clean.
       Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up beside JT.
       "I'm putting my name on your ass," JT said quietly.
       Kyle's heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought of a tattoo.
       "What will it say?" Kyle said.
       " `JT's Bitch.'"
       Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a long time,
thinking.
       "Can I ask you something?" Kyle said after a while.
       "What?" JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced behind his head,
looking up into the flickering darkness.
       "Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so hard?"
       Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing JT, but not
touching him. JT took so long answering that Kyle was afraid he'd said
something wrong.
        "I don't like you asking me questions like that," JT said. His
voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.
        "Sorry," Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.
       "I told you, you're my girl now." JT turned on his side, and reached
for Kyle.
       Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind him. "Don't
hit me, JT. I'm sorry."
       JT ran his rough hand over Kyle's smooth, round ass. "If I feel like
fucking you hard, you'll take it hard. Any questions?"
       Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The hard coldness
in JT's voice gave Kyle a strange comfort he'd never felt before. In a deep
part of him, he liked getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the
way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his cock, then lick his
cock and balls clean. No man had ever forced him the way JT did. It
satisfied a deep hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.
       And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he'd want JT's cock inside him
again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed with dull pain, Kyle already
felt empty without JT inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time
before he craved feeling JT's thick cock stretching his tight hole again.
        Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to JT's chest,
trailing his fingers over his hard muscle. When Kyle took the box of pink
candy from JT yesterday, he'd known it would lead to this.
       "JT?"
       JT rested his hand on Kyle's ass, looking down at the boy.
       "What?"
       Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, "Thanks for the candy."
       A hint of a smile touched JT's dark eyes. Kyle knew that there would
be no escaping the fate that waited for him in JT's gleaming eyes. Now Kyle
was a prisoner to JT's harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had
discovered that he didn't want to be free. He needed to belong to a man
like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT. When JT wrapped his strong arm around
him, Kyle knew that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin territory.



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