Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 02:48:06 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Prison Food"

bawdypen@hotmail.com   (M/M M/B w/s scat felching)

                     PRISON FOOD

   Warden Jenkins tapped his pencil on the desk. "So, Carter,
you have any idea what's in store for you here?"
   "Uh, just what do you mean, Warden?" the new fish wondered.
"I have some idea of prison and I know I have five years to
serve."
   "Says here you were caught with your tongue up a boy's
asshole. You know what they'll call you in here?"
   "Oh, that. Yeah...Short Eyes. You mean everybody knows?
SHIT!"
   "Yep. Put you in general population and your asshole'll be
raw meat inside of three hours. Not to mention what they'll do
in your mouth!"
   "Damn! Why not just take me out and shoot me? Can't...can't
you put me in a security section or something?"
   "Well, I could assign you to the queens' tier, but
considering your uh, proclivities, I have a better idea."
   "My proclivities? But wouldn't that be just the..."
   "Not simple faggot stuff for you, my boy. You weren't
blowin' the kid or fuckin' his butt. You had your tongue in
his ass. Now we have a special section for cons like you. So
special, in fact, that the outside isn't even aware of it...nor
is the general population. I think you'll fit in quite nicely.
Security, more freedom, all you can eat. Yes, I think I'll have
you taken down there."
   "Well...thank you Warden, I appreciate it."
   "I'm sure you will. Don't mention it--you'll pay me back
regularly."
   Carter was escorted down to the lower tier...lower than
the first level...lower than even that. Lower than John Carter
could even imagine! It was sweltering down there. Damp and
humid with poor air conditioning. Even the guards wore shorts
because of the heat. It was dirty and squalid, yet he could
hear the sounds of radios and televisions as he was led behind
the clanging doors...down the center of the cellblock to be
seen and observed by the inmates as he passed by. He'd seen
movies, and expected to hear catcalls and lewd suggestions, but
the remarks made to him were far beyond anything he'd expected.
   "Hey, babycheeks. Cute bottom! Why don't you pass by closer
and give me a fart! I love farts and I'll bet you got some
sweet ones!"
   "Fuck his farts, man. I wanna taste his asshole!"
   "Fuck his asshole!"
   "Why, so you can lick my dick afterwards?"
   "Yeah, sounds good to me, man!"
   "You shitty-dick lickers are so inhibited!" one queen
squealed. "That hot man can take a big shit right in my mouth!"
   "Who're you kidding? ANYBODY can take a big shit in your
mouth!"
   "Well, I am a little particular, darling. I don't lick
nigger turds like you do!"
   "Only cause you're such a pussy! You'd like it if you
tried it!"
   Carter noticed--not surprised because of the heat--that
the inmates were either nude or nearly nude. Even the prisoner
mopping the corridor ahead was clad only in a jockstrap,
getting goosed as he worked his way past each cell!
   The guard made no attempt to hush them up, and Carter was
amazed at their gross suggestions...putting it all down to
'scandalizing the new fish' or something like that until the
guard halted them about halfway down the corridor when the guy
doing the mopping spoke to him.
   "Mr. Benson, sir? It...it's Tuesday--you said Tuesday."
   "Perez, can't you see I'm busy?"
   "B-but you promised!" he whined, leaning against his mop
handle.
   Pointing to Carter, the guard said, "Just stand there.
Don't move." Then to the prisoner, "Alright, Perez, do it
quick...I got duties."
   "That's what he wants, Benson..." a gruff voice came
bellowing out from nearby, "YOUR DOODY!" They all laughed.
   Carter didn't get the inflection until the guard turned
away, spread his legs widely apart and bent over, resting his
hands on his knees. Perez dropped his mop and knelt behind the
man, eagerly slipping the guard's shorts down to his thighs--
baring his naked ass. Carter could even see his asshole for a
second--just before Perez crammed his face in between the
buttocks and started to lick his crack!
   The shock of it all, and the prisoners' dirty words, gave
Carter an instant boner in his pants. After all, this was why
he was here in the first place. He loved licking assholes...
especially young teenage boy assholes. He wondered for a moment
if this 'special' tier was going to be a source of pleasure for
him. He could, if necessary, get used to older, more fragrant,
anuses to lick...rather than spend his time in solitary mastur-
bation. He was intrigued at the enthusiasm Perez showed at
licking the guard's ass, but Carter had to admit the man had a
rather lovely one at that. Sure, he could get used to that!
   But his illusions were rudely shattered when Perez' mouth
was suddenly being forced away from the guard's anus because it
was being filled up with a monstrous dark turd! THE GUARD
WAS SHITTING IN HIS MOUTH! Moreover, Perez did not immediately
pull off it. He did, eventually, but only to receive it in his
fingers and lick all over it!
   "YEAH, SUCK THAT TURD!" someone screamed out. Hoots and
hollers were coming from all sides. Inmates were sticking their
dicks through the bars and masturbating. One was wagging his
dick in the guard's face. "Come on, Benson, you know you want
it! BLOW ME!"
   The turd slipped out. "Mr. Benson? Do you mind if I join
you?"
   "I don't care what you do, Perez, you're gonna clean it up.
Just lick my ass clean!"
   Perez dropped the turd into his washbucket and rubbed his
cockfilled jockstrap. Getting up from his kneeling position, he
squatted back down and rammed his tongue up the man's asshole.
As he licked the leftover shit from the man's hole, he pro-
ceeded to push, letting a huge turd hang from his asshole until
it fell out...right there on the floor! He blindly reached
under himself and picked it up. Taking a few seconds away from
his intense rimming of the officer, he brought it to his face,
licked some of the slime from it, then put it down to continue
cleaning the guard's anus.
   "Alright, back to work!" Benson cried, straightening up and
pulling up his uniform shorts. The prisoner picked up his own
turd and started to drop it into the bucket.
   "Hey, Perez, hand it here! Rip and I know how to handle
something big and smelly like that!"
   Quickly, with a smile, Perez approached one of the cells
and handed his turd over. The two occupants beamed in pleasure.
Together, they cradled the turd as if it were something
precious, and retreated to the back of their cell, Carter
didn't get a chance to find out what the two men did with it
...but his mind was reeling! If there was any shit left on
Perez' asshole, he left it there and went back to his mopping,
whistling. He had a huge erection in his jock, but was
obviously saving it for something later.
   "Come along, come along," Benson gruffly ordered, taking
Carter to the end of the cellblock. Snapping his finger, he
ordered Cell 12 to be opened. The door clanged open and he was
pushed inside. The door shut.
   Benson looked through the bars with a smirk. "Sorry we
don't have any colts in here, but I'm sure you'll find the
stallions to your taste...eventually!" he laughed.
   Carter stood there, aghast, his erection still lingering.
Dejected, he turned around, A figure lay upon the top bunk in
the dark cell, staring at him nonchalantly. Carter approached,
willing to make the best of it, and introduced himself to his
new 'roomie'. The guy ignored his outthrust hand. He glared at
Carter for a moment, then spoke up with some no-nonsense
advice.
   "Let's get this straight, punk. I don't lick turds, I don't
smell shitty assholes, and I don't drink piss. I'll suck your
cock, lick your ass if you keep it clean, and fuck your hole
every day. You can come in my mouth if I'm in the mood and I'll
let you plug my ass once a month. Other than that, I do the
shitting and pissing...you do the licking."
   "Uh..." Carter waved his hand, "I'm not interested in any
of it. At least not yet. But t-thanks for the offer." He was
desperately trying to hide his embarrassment and disgust. He
had to get his bearings!
   "Ha! Ha! Sure. You're a breath of fresh air...considering
the smells usually coming from this place!" He looked at Carter
hard, trying to figure him out. "Name's Conrad. Say, you are
kinda fresh, hunh? If you're not a shitlicker, how'd you end
up....hey, wait a minute. You're the guy got caught licking
boyass, aren't ya?" he chuckled.
   "Yes," Carter stated, matter-of-factly, "I do enjoy licking
young bums. But nothing like this place!"
   "Oh, I see! Well tell me, Mr. Purity, just what was it you
hoped to taste from those precious bungholes?"
   "I...I just..."
   "Another fuckin' idiot!" he cried, laying back, staring at
the ceiling. Then, exaggerating his 'voice of experience', he
intoned, "SHIT, YOU FOOL! Tell yourself what you want, but you
were digging your tongue up their little butts so you could
taste their shit! You licked their fuckin' assholes hoping
they'd left some tangy teenpoop! Betcha sometimes they weren't
so clean, hunh? Liked it better then, didn't ya?"
   "Uh...I..." Carter started to defend himself. But always
the honest one, no matter how hard he tried, he took a big,
sighing breath. "Yeah. Guess I probably did..." He swung onto
the lower bunk. "God knows I licked them out as deeply as I
could. Jeez, I can't count the number of times I sprained my
tongue muscles from doing that! I thought I just liked
assholes, but..."
   "Big surprise, hunh? Well, you won't be able to pretend
down here."
   "Wha...whadda you mean...exactly?" Carter blanched.
   "You're here. The Shit Pit. Turd Tunnel. The Sewer, man!
Didn't you hear those guys? This ain't a normal place. How many
times you heard a guy ask for your farts in normal company? You
think any guy would say that on the upper tiers? They suck and
fuck up there. They blow and drink cum...they fuck and get
fucked. Maybe they do more on the queer deck. But down
here...as you've seen...everything goes. EVERYTHING!"
   "WOW!" Carter gasped. "B-but you...you sound like you
don't fit in, either. How come you're here, anyway?"
   "Never mind," he passed it off. "Maybe I'll tell ya some
time. 'Sides, I don't remember half of it. I was fucked out of
my mind at the time. So, while it ain't so predominant as
upstairs, the strong still order the weak. I'm strong...you're
weak. I shit...you lick! Got it?"
   "You m-mean...you're gonna FORCE ME?!!"
   "Of course. What did you think? Everybody ain't down here
cause they like to lick shit. Some of us like to see somebody
lick OUR shit! Big nigger down in 84 shits black, smelly
monsters. Loves to see a white guy suckin' his turd! You don't
say no to Black Bart!"
   "Even you, Conrad?" Carter ventured.
   The man became quiet. Then, with a tinge of pain in his
voice, he whispered, "Even me. But not since I bit 'im in the
balls!"
   "You...had his balls in your mouth...and bit him!" Carter
mused.
   "Yeah," he chuckled, more relaxed, "never minded that.
Fucker's got huge black nuts...great for sucking...and you know
how hot niggers smell...especially down there. Well, maybe you
don't, hunh? Anyway, fucker says he's gonna shit in my mouth
next, so I just chomp down! Nearly bit the fuckin' sack right
offa him. Almost castrated him!" he laughed. "Glad I didn't,
though. I sure woulda missed them stinky nuts! We made up, and
he don't suggest shit to me anymore. Fuckin' acorns draw right
up inside, though, every time I get my lips on 'em."
   "He still lets ya?"
   "Yeah, cause I'm the best ballsucker on the block. Still,
it rattles his nerves, though."
   "Listen, Conrad, I can't get into all this filthy business.
I'm not really interested..."
   "Punk!" Conrad screamed, his voice echoing through the
block.
   "Hunh?" Carter was taken aback.
   "HE SAID YOU'RE A PUNK!" came from down the hallway. "But
I'll let ya sit on MY face, baby!"
   "SIT?" came from somewhere else, "Hell, he can SHIT on my
face!"
   "You're a punk," Conrad continued. "You know what a punk in
prison is, right? You take it up the ass...you take it down the
craw...on demand. The difference down here is...what you take
also involves a lot of turds and gallons of piss!"
   "WHAT?!! I have to?" Carter shuddered.
   "Well...only rule is you don't hafta actually eat it...
shit, that is. But you hafta lick on it. And you hafta drink
piss...no question about that one. See, in some ways we got it
made down here, what with extra freedoms and such. But it's
still prison, and it's still supposed to be a form of punish-
ment. Now if you're gonna have trouble with that, maybe you
oughta climb up here and get your first taste of my asshole.
Time you got used to it, right? You can lick any shithole in
the place...if you want. If you don't want, then you'd better
have protection. And I'm the only one here that can give it to
you. Unless you'd rather have a strict diet of nigger shit for
the next five years! You go to him and I won't put up a fuss.
It's up to you, baby."
   "Damn!" Carter sighed, knowing he was being pressured, and
that he had to make a quick decision. "Are...are you clean?"
   Conrad laughed. "Fella...it don't fuckin' matter. You pick
me, and you're gonna be licking shit anyway. Might as well come
on up here and find out what it tastes like, it's gonna be your
new prison food!"
   John Carter was exhausted. Still, he knew when he'd been
had. He'd been had by the justice system, and he was gonna be
had by the inmates in this hole. Besides, Conrad wasn't bad
looking at all, even though John's thoughts ran more to younger
guys. But he hadn't had any sex since his trial first began.
The scene in the corridor had given him a severe boner that
still hadn't totally diminished, and his natural hunger for
licking an asshole had him excited. He didn't think he'd mind
this guy's butthole at all, so he half-reluctantly got off the
bunk and climbed up.
   With a devilish grin, Conrad nodded to the near-stranger
and showed him the huge erection he'd been sporting with all
this time.
   "Want ya to blow this fucker, man. But first..." he lifted
his legs, exposing his spread, naked bottom, and large mascu-
line anus. Purposely turned so his ass caught the light from
the corridor, Conrad reached down and spread his own cheeks
apart. "Get down an' smell it!"
   Carter's prong--he'd stripped first--quickly bobbed up, up,
up... until it was rigid just from the sight. A pleasant sight
it was, and he ducked his head down and sniffed at the man's
shithole.
   "Do it stink, sugar?" Conrad joked.
   "Do it matter, 'sir'?" Carter joked, sarcastically, the
aroma quite prevalent...and not totally displeasing to his
nostrils.
   "Nope. You'll find most of us don't bother to wipe very
good. Depends on where we are. There's paper in the latrine
next to the showers, but you'll notice there's no paper in
here. Now drag your tongue up my crack and get a good taste!"
   Hunching down--his ass on his ankles--Carter lifted the
man's butt to his face and began to lick his asshole. It was
flavorful, but not dirty...at least not too much for Carter's
taste. He realized quickly, now that it was brought home to
him, that he'd always enjoyed some flavor on his boys.
   Apparently, Conrad had been building up for a while. As
much as he was enjoying the man's tongue at this ass, he had a
severe case of cock throb. After mashing the guy's face in his
balls for a bit, he ordered him onto his prick, gushing spurts
of jizz down his throat in record time. Then he brushed him off
and told him to go to sleep. It was nearly time for lights-out.
   Carter had arrived late in the evening. He had trouble
getting to sleep, in spite of his exhaustion over the first
day's trauma. He flowed in and out of twilight sleep, finally
dozing off about an hour later. Sometime during the night he
thought he heard rustling. But then, the constant sounds of the
cellblock was something he was going to have to get used to. He
dozed off again.
   Suddenly he was being jabbed awake. And there was this
horrible odor...he thought at first...then recognized it and
knew it was horrible.
   Again the jabs on his shoulder.
   "Hey, wake up! Come on, man. I just took a dump. CLEAN
ME UP!"
   "Hu...hunh?" Carter's eyes quickly shot as open as his
nostrils! A butt was sticking in his face and a hand was back
around his neck, pulling him toward it!
   "Lick me. Lick me off. Lick me clean. Lick my shit!" Conrad
ordered. "Come On, I wanna get back to sleep. Get used to it,
turdbreath. Suck the shit from my asshole and don't give me any
backtalk!" He ground Carter's face into his dirty crack,
mashing shit onto his lips!
   Disoriented, afraid of suffocating, Carter stuck out his
tongue and licked all over the smelly anus. He was dead tired,
and wanted only to get some sleep. He increased his speed,
hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. He cleaned the
brown wrinkles...thoroughly...then just for good measure he dug
his tongue into the pit and cleaned it out as deeply as he
could. He hardly had the strength for anger and disgust...he
just did it! But after the man had climbed back up to his bunk,
Carter wondered why, instead of spitting on the floor, he was
analyzing the taste of the man's shit. He fell asleep licking
his lips!
   The next morning he awoke late--alone--the cell door open.
He noticed that all the cell doors were open. Being at the end
of the corridor, he looked left out the door leading to a small
courtyard. Quite a few prisoners were out there. To the right
were the showers. He figured it would be a good time to take
one. Stripping, he dashed around the cellblock corner, then
another corner, and stepped onto the tile.
   Three guys were in there--naked--but the water wasn't
running. One guy was on his haunches. A second guy was
standing, holding a big floppy dick...pissing in his mouth.
The hot stream of piss was being gulped down as quickly as
possible--the overload running down his chin. The third guy was
squatting next to the piss-drinker. He was digging his fingers
up the guy's asshole and jacking off. Piss-drinker seemed to be
in heaven, eagerly swallowing hot urine while getting finger-
fucked!
   Carter stood watching, frozen in his tracks. Finger-fucker
saw him and grinned. He took his hand from his dick and crooked
his finger, motioning Carter forward. Carter stood his ground,
however. With a smirk, he yanked his fingers out of the other
guy's ass. He looked at them. They were covered with shit.
Staring at Carter, he put them in his mouth and ate the shit
off them! Carter cringed, making the guy laugh and stick his
digits back up the asshole.
   Done pissing, the first guy ordered, "Gimme a taste of
that!"
   Shit-licker pulled his fingers out and offered them to
the man.
   "Naw, I'll lick it from his hole." He grabbed the piss-
drinker and lifted him up--only to bend him over and put his
face in his crack and start sucking his shitty asshole. No. 2
quickly licked the No. 2 from his fingers again and hurried
around to rim the first guy. But he only got a few licks in
before the guy got up.
   "You done already? Ain't ya gonna shit me a turd, Brooks?"
   "Naw, I just wanted a taste. Eat him...he's got more in
there. I promised mine to Fuller later on."
   He left them, pinching Carter on the tit as he walked by,
but not saying a word. Then he suddenly returned. He surprised
Carter and took hold of his neck with a strong hand and twisted
it...mashing his lips to Carter's in a big sloppy kiss...the
taste of the man's shit still lingering. Five minutes, and all
three of them had tasted the crap from the guy's shithole! He
walked away chuckling.
   Piss-drinker also decided to leave. That left finger-licker
standing there with a roaring hard-on, leaning against the
tiled wall, staring at Carter as he entered and approached a
far shower.
   "Hey, don't turn that thing on!" he said.
   "B-but, I want to take a shower." It was then he realized
that the other two guys had never gotten wet. Except for the
guy who'd gotten piss-drenched. And Carter saw him shortly, out
in the courtyard letting the piss dry on his chest.
   "Why? Nobody here gives a good goddam if you stink. Come on
over here, I'd like to smell you all over!"
   "Just lemme take my shower, okay?"
   "Fussy, hunh? Ain'tcha gonna shit first?"
   "Uh," Carter hesitated, realizing he did have to go,
"y-yeah, guess I oughta. Where's the toilets?"
   "Do it right over here, man."
   "Hunh?!"
   "Only toilets are in the cells," the guy approached slowly.
"Do it right here. I'll lick it while you shit. Just dump it on
the floor."
   "I CAN'T DO THAT!"
   "Why not? Perez will clean it up...one way or another," he
chuckled. "Unless you got nervous diarrhea. Nobody likes soup
'cept for Sadam. He's an enema freak. Come on, lemme be the
first."
   Carter moved away, stepping out of the shower area. Just
then he saw Conrad coming in from outside and heading for their
cell. Not knowing what might be in store for him there, he
stepped back in.
   "Crazy fuckin' place! I go shit in my cell and my new
roommate'll probably make me eat it! Fuck it, can't eat what I
don't have. You want it, hunh? Okay. How do I do this?"
   "Like you always do, man. You push it out of your asshole!
Oh, I get it. You never shit anywhere but in the pot, hunh?
You'll like this, man. Gives you a great sense of freedom just
bending over and taking a big dump." The guy got to his knees.
"Come on, I'll lick your asshole. Don't have to warn me or
anything, Just shit it in my face!"
   A few minutes later, two guys came strolling into the
shower area. "Well, well, look who's gettin' the new guy's turd
already!"
   "Tsk, tsk. You're a fuckin' animal, Brewster!"
   Brewster held his hand on Carter's back, keeping him from
moving as he looked at the intruders. Five inches of hot turd
was sticking out of his asshole, and Brewster didn't want to
break the connection. Luckily, it didn't break off and he was
able to continue his licking of it, even though Carter's anus
had flinched.
   The guys approached. "How's it taste?"
   "FUCKIN' HOT, MAN! GET DOWN HERE, I'LL SHARE! Don't squeeze
it off yet, Carter! My buddy wants a taste."
   Carter tried hard not to, enjoying the feel of the man's
tongue licking around his expanded, sticky anus. He even was
able to hold off when the other guy began to lick him there,
then down along his turd.
   Without asking, the third guy walked around and put his
dick to Carter's mouth. "Shit 'n suck, baby...shit 'n suck!"
John Carter opened his mouth and took the knob in. He started
eagerly sucking on it, and shit the rest of his turd out. He
squatted his ass down to give the man a blowjob, not knowing
...or caring...what the other two were doing with his turd.
Brewster caught it, gave it few more sniffs and a lick, then
tossed it aside, leaving it for Perez to gather up with his
pooper scooper. They all left turds laying around for Perez.
   They kidded and joked about what he did with them, but fact
was unless he received a turd directly into his mouth, he did
nothing but clean them up. But that wasn't bad duty for Perez.
Until he came along, they'd traded time on that job. But Perez
took over full time. He got some kind of strange kick out of
cleaning up piles of men's shit. Oh, sure, once in a while he'd
get down to sniff a particularly nice one. But that's as far as
he'd go. For him it was in the mouth or nothing, and he had a
distinct penchant for Guard turds. Something about having a
person of authority shit in his mouth really turns him on.
   "Thanks, Brewster. Now get the fuck out of the way, willya?
Blow me while I get down there and lick his hole out."
   Laying on his back, the man scooted under Carter's bottom
and pulled his butt down to his face, shoving his tongue up his
asshole and licking away any leftover shit.
   Carter settled comfortably on his face, loving the rimjob
and loving more the hard cock in his mouth as he blew the guy.
More used to boy peckers, he was finding it a challenge taking
on a big mancock. He liked big pricks and only wished that
either boys had big ones, or men had little boybutts. Still,
the probing tongue up his ass was sure increasing his ability
as a cocksucker! Good thing, too, because the man was standing
there pumping into his mouth, occasionally driving his cock
right down his throat!
   Apparently the guy under him was finding his asshole quite
tasty, because Carter heard Brewster gulping and choking on a
big load just as the man's tongue shot up his ass several
inches! The obscene position and the pleasure he was receiving
at both ends caused Carter to totally relax his muscles...
shooting out a little surprise into the man's mouth--a miniturd
neither was expecting!
   Still spurting his cum, the man wantonly tossed it around
in his mouth and swallowed it down!
   Carter was getting a big splash of jizz to toss around at
the same time as the man's cock exploded in his mouth. Carter
swallowed it. This was his second load since arriving, and he
was quickly to realize that while big pricks were great to suck
on, they certainly didn't contain that precious boyjizz he had
learned to savor. Still, pungent mancream was certainly better
than no cock cream at all. Sucking a spurting cock was worth
every bitter drop! Now if only...
   The man who'd been sucking his asshole moved forward and
took his cock in his mouth. Even though he'd just come, he
threw his legs up and silently urged Carter to hold them back
while he fucked his mouth. Looking back over his shoulder, he
saw that Brewster had his mouth attached to the exposed hole
and was avidly licking it out. He turned back and watched the
man blow him for a while--bobbing back and forth. Suddenly, his
sucker jerked, nearly biting off his dick. Glancing back,
Carter saw that Brewster had stuffed his prick up the guy's ass
and was plugging him mercilessly.
   On top of that, the guy he'd just blown was wiping his dick
across Carter's lips.
   "You drink piss?"
   "N-no, I don't!" Carter gasped.
   "Too bad. I need to go and you got nice lips! Open your
mouth. Don't swallow if you don't want to, but I'm gonna piss
in your mouth!"
   Carter couldn't pull away, unless he just got up. But he
didn't want to dislodge his cock from the guy's mouth, and
while Brewster was back there fucking, he'd stuck a finger up
Carter's butthole and was twisting it around his prostate. It
all felt so good...he just didn't want to drink the guy's piss.
   Just then, Conrad walked into the room and approached them.
   Carter looked up, pleadingly. "Thought you were gonna
protect me? Guy wants to piss in my mouth!" Conrad stood there
smirking.
   "Anybody make you lick shit?" Carter shook his head. "Then
you got no complaints. Everybody knows the only shit you hafta
lick...is mine. Didn't say nuthin' bout piss, though, did I?"
he laughed. "Go ahead, Dillon, I'll hold his mouth open!"
   Conrad grabbed Carter's jaw and forced his mouth apart.
Dillon, the guy he'd sucked off, rested his peckhead on his
lips. Brewster dug his finger in deeper, and the other guy
worked his prick nearly down his throat. Everything felt so
wonderful that when he guy started to squirt his forceful
stream against the back of his throat, Carter began to gulp.
His mouth being held open allowed him to just let it flow back
out, but his excitement got the better of him. If these guys
drank piss all the time...how bad could it be? So he took
himself a good taste. It seemed forever that the guy was
pissing, and finding the first mouthful not exactly horrendous,
he swallowed down a couple more. By the time the dick started
to dribble, Carter had his mouth over it and was taking all
that was left.
   Getting a kick out of his reaction, Conrad stepped up and
took the man's place.
   Carter looked up at his face, gasping. "I'm...gonna come!"
   "Close your eyes!" Conrad warned, standing back and aiming
his prick. He watched Carter jerk and jump in orgasm, squirting
his load down the guy's throat...getting his butt finger-
reamed. He let loose and started to piss all over Carter's
face, in his open mouth, down his chest, and over his
cocksucker's face!
   John Carter finally got his shower. He stood there,
luxuriating in the hot water splashing on him...cleaning away
the stale urine. He was alone. Still, no one else had washed
themselves in the least.
   Back in his cell, he dressed then wandered outside to see
what was available. Weights and pumping stuff, of course. A
ping pong table. Guys milling around. Guards apparent for the
first time--some getting groped by the prisoners in passing.
Even out here, some of the inmates were naked--or nearly naked.
   A few feet away he saw two naked cons laying on a picnic
table. One guy was fucking the hell out of the other one. The
guy getting fucked had his legs wrapped around the other man's
back and was humping his ass up for more. Nobody was paying
attention to them. That surprised Carter, who was never able to
take his eyes away from a sexual scene. He looked at the guys
standing around and noticed where their eyes were focused.
   Turning around, he got what he thought was his first
glimpse of Black Bart. Probably because he was the only black
guy he'd seen there. But the size of the guy made him feel that
it had to be Black Bart. Tall, handsome, with a superbly built
body and sweat-glistening ebony skin in the swealteringly hot
afternoon sun. But his magnificence was quickly overshadowed
when Carter realized what was happening.
   Over at the side wall...certainly not for privacy (because
nobody here seemed to have any shame at all!), but because that
was probably where it just happened to start...Bart was leaning
against the wall, his large, round luscious buttocks thrust
back lewdly.
   If nothing else had done the trick, this scene certainly
made Carter realize he was not in Kansas any more! Two guards
knelt behind Bart, kissing his black butt, taking turns licking
up and down his dark crack and around his puffy anus, and not
turning away when a huge sweltering turd began to emerge from
his hole! Carter gasped as the two guards began to lick on the
black's turd! He was a big man, probably had a big appetite,
and definitely shit a BIG TURD! And those guards went crazy
over it. The most remarkable thing, Carter mused, was that they
didn't give a fuck who was watching. And it didn't diminish
their standing as law officers, either, because when he'd
finally squeezed it out, Bart turned around and watched them
licking his shit, grabbing his huge cock and jerking it.
   "You gentlemen want me to come on it?" he asked, politely.
   Equal respect was apparent when one guard looked up. "Yes,
please!"
   Black Bart proceeded to flog his huge meat as the two
guards sucked on either end of his massive turd. He shot
streams of creamy white jizz all over his own turd, and
purposely aimed several streams right at their shit-licking
lips!
   As the guards continued to lick his 'nigger cream' from the
turd, Bart snapped his fingers. He bent over, close up to watch
the guards slurping on his goodies, and another inmate immedi-
ately got behind him and eagerly tongued out his asshole of all
remnants!
   Carter could see quite clearly that huge bites had been
taken from each end and the cream had totally been licked off!
   "Thanks, Bart!" one guard gushed, dragging the back of his
hand across his mouth.
   "Jeez!" Carter muttered to himself.
   "Whatsa matter, Carter? Envious?" Somebody had approached
him. He looked at the con. "No. Just blows my mind!"
   "Ah, never tasted nigger turd, hunh?"
   "Certainly not!"
   "Well, I ain't sayin' they're all great...I've had some
nasty ones myself. Used to eat nothin' but nigger shit on the
outside, and some of 'em were really obnoxious! But let me tell
ya...when you get a good one, nigger shit's the absolute best!
Fuckin' melts in your mouth, man, even the hard ones! Watch,
see there? You don't see those guards just leaving that turd on
the ground, do you? No siree! Fucker's putting it in a baggy!
Those bastards are gonna share it later--fuckin' and suckin'
each other...pricks!"
   "You don't like the guards?" Carter asked, a little
surprised.
   "Sure, I like 'em. They're just selfish bastards, that's
all. Got that juicy nigger turd they got to lick all over,
then instead of passing it around, they take it away for
themselves!"
   "Y-you'd want it?"
   "Hell yes! Ate a turd outta his ass once, man, and never
had the chance again. JEEZ, WHAT A TURD HE PUTS OUT!
FUCKIN' GOBBLE HEAVEN!"
   "Whatever," Carter remarked, turning toward the table where
the two guys were still fucking.
   "There goes Shorty," the guy pointed. "Watch. He'll grab
that dick as soon as it's pulled out."
   "Hmmm, bet I can guess why," Carter smirked self-
righteously, folding his arms over his chest.
   "Yeah, fucker loves lickin' dirty dicks. Everybody knows
when they get done fuckin' Shorty'll be there to cock-clean
'em!"
   Sure enough, when the fucker collapsed on his boyfriend he
didn't even bother to pull his dick out. Shorty got his face
down there and licked the still-embedded prick and around the
anus. As the cock softened, he sucked until it came out and
popped into his mouth. Then he cleaned it avidly.
   "I suppose he doesn't mind if it's..."
   "Shitty? Says he doesn't like it, but we've all seen him
clean off some pretty raunchy pricks. Like I said, he does it
to everybody. And there are guys in here that like having a
cock fucking into their shit. Their holes are so loose from
getting plugged a million times, they say it increases the
pressure. Kinda pleasure/pain, you know? And there ain't a guy
in here that cares about getting shit on his dick...not with
Shorty around! He even sucks and licks out their pisshole in
case some gets lodged in there. But we humor him, and say
things like, 'Gee, Shorty, that sure was a bad break about
Conrad's dick coming out all covered with shit, ain't it?' And
he'll grumble something like, 'Yeah, what a bitch it was!
Fuckin' goop queens!' And everybody knows he fuckin' loves it!"
   "If I was anywhere else, I'd say maybe he does hate it, but
that ain't the picture of a fussy guy over there." Carter
grinned.
   "Nope, fussy he's not. A little prissy once in a while,
but..."
   "Damn! How the hell does a guy get started d-doing..." he
gulped remembering the night before, "I mean, liking that?" He
gulped again.
   The guy looked at him, knowingly. "Easy. Take a guy that
likes blowin' prick and suckin' assholes...put him in a
pisshole like this where nobody gives a fuck what you do...and
experimenting with shit is the next logical step. It's amazing
how readily a guy gets into it when he's got the total freedom
to do it. In Shorty's case, he was getting his ass drubbed by
the Warden. After filling his hole with jizz, the Head Honcho
pulled his prick out and made Shorty get down and lick it."
   "The...the Warden?!!" Carter gasped, picturing the handsome
man.
   "Oh, yeah, fucker's inta everything! Why do you think we
even have this place? This is the Warden's playpen. But, you'll
see for yourself. Anyway, after Shorty ate his own shit off the
cock, he was hooked! No big surprise. I've eaten it myself.
Kinda nice."
   "Uh, yeah, just where do you fit in?" Carter asked.
   "Anywhere my dick aims me!" he laughed. "Mostly I like ta
fuck, but you can stick my face just about anywhere. Drop your
pants and I'll show you!" he grinned. "By the way, name's
Fuller."
   "Fuller? Guy named Brooks has something for you," Carter
smirked.
   "He'd better. But that's for later. I like to take a turd
on my bunk. You know, havin' the guy over ya doin' it real slow
so you can lick all you want, take a bite, lick some more, suck
his ass, then turn over and let him fuck ya while you play with
his shit! It's a little more romantic than havin' twenty guys
watchin' while someone shits in your mouth. Not that I haven't
done that, too."
   "Uh, you mentioned Conrad."
   "Oh, yeah, you're his cellmate, hunh? Conrad's one of those
guys that likes to fuck shit--long as somebody's there to clean
him up, of course. Conrad won't do it, but he really gets off
on seeing other guys eat crap...especially his! Always somebody
to do it, too. Guess you've already tasted it, hunh?" he
chuckled. "You've been here almost a day."
   "Yeah," he shrugged, knowing it was useless to try to hide
anything in this place. "I had the dubious pleasure about four
in the morning!"
   "Ha! Ha! He always does it that way with a new roomie. Guys
in the cells close to you probably stayed up to listen."
   "Why?"
   "To see if you'd put up a fuss. Had some real rumbles in
the past til he got 'em trained. He'd make 'em lick his ass
after a shit every night for a week, then he'd make 'em do it
the courtyard in front of everyone...right from the git-go...
seein' the turd and all."
   Carter noticed that the fucker was still getting his cock
licked off. But he'd gotten off the table and was eagerly
sucking on the asshole he'd just fucked, tasting some of the
same shit as Shorty had, along with his own cumload! The
fuckee, meanwhile, holding his thighs back, was encouraging
another con to sit on his face.
   "Come on, man, I haven't come yet. Gimme a butt to suck!"
   In short order, naked buttocks were spread above him as
someone climbed up and squatted over his face. His tongue shot
out and began to lick the spread, gaping anus. The man took
over the duties of holding the guy's legs back so his rimmer
could use his hands to spread him open, thereby getting his
tongue deeper up into his asshole.
   The guy sucked his hole as avidly as his own was being
sucked out. The fucker slopped his tongue over the crack one
last time, then urged Shorty to get up and fuck his boyfriend.
Shorty quickly stripped and climbed up, nestling his knees up
and plunging his prick into the used rectum...fucking like a
bunny! Fucker rammed a finger up Shorty's ass, urging him on.
He pistoned his middle finger into the guy's hole for a while,
then pulled it back out. Sucking on it, he moved around to
where his buddy was rimming out the squatter's shithole. He got
his face down for a good look.
   "EAT IT OUT, MAN! I LOVE TO WATCH YOU SUCK ASSHOLES
WHILE YOU GET FUCKED!" The guy was getting another erection
already! "OW, YEAH! YOU FUCKIN' LOVE LICKIN' OUT SHITHOLES,
DONCHA BABY?" He ran his hands over the man's buttocks while
his lover licked in between them. "SPREAD IT OPEN. LET ME
SEE INSIDE THAT FUCKIN' HOLE." The rimmer thumbed the gash
apart, exposing the gaping, purple lips, letting his lover dig
a finger in there...all the way! "Mmm. Fucker's got a turd in
there, baby, I can feel it." He pulled his finger free.
"SUCK IT OUTTA THERE, BABY! SUCK THAT SHIT FROM HIS ASS
...I WANNA SEE HIS TURD IN YOUR MOUTH!"
   "Come on," Fuller urged, "let's go get a closer look. Those
two do this all the time. They're wild!"
   "You want it, man?" the squatter asked. "Want me to take a
shit? Jeez, keep wrenching my hole open and there ain't gonna
be any choice!"
   "Y-yeah!" the rimmer squealed. "SHIT IN MY MOUTH!" Then he
leaned his head up and attached his lips to the dank pit,
working his tongue inside and building up a powerful, though
useless, vacuum. Al1 he got for his troubles were a couple of
farts down his throat. But when the guy started to grunt
obscenely, the rimmer's head was forced down to the table, his
lips wrapped around a hefty, dark column of manshit that came
shooting out of the guy's asshole! Down as far as he could go,
he pushed up on the guy's buttocks to keep from choking.
   Everything froze for a moment. The turd was still stuck up
the guy's ass...the other end firmly embedded in the other
guy's mouth. The lover gasped and put his mouth to it, licking
the turd...his lover's lips... and the guy's expanded asshole.
Then he put his hand around it and held it in place while the
guy lifted off...squeezing shut. He twisted it around in his
lover's mouth, letting him suck on it.
   "Suck it good, baby, everybody's watching. Take a little
bite. Chew on it!" he panted, then set the turd aside. "YEAH,
I LOVE TO EAT ANOTHER GUY'S SHIT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!" He
quickly mashed their lips together as they traded it back and
forth in a passionate, unholy kiss!
   Meanwhile, the squatter had moved slightly forward. Just as
Shorty was coming up the guy's ass, he let loose and pissed all
over Shorty's face! Eyes closed, in the throes of orgasm,
Shorty kept his mouth open in an attempt to catch as much piss
as he could. He gulped down the fluid as his cock spurted other
fluid into the tightening rectum.
   The pisser climbed down. Shorty climbed off, letting the
guy put his legs down. While Shorty leaned back against the
table in exhaustion, somebody came up and licked his dick off.
The shitter/pisser sat on the bench seat and leaned over the
lover's body and began to suck his dick while a guard knelt
down and began to blow him, first licking away the leftover
piss drops. The guy who'd licked Shorty's dirty dick began to
move up his chest to lick away the dribbling piss!
   The lovers were still kissing each other's smelly lips,
reveling in the taste of the other guy's shit!
   The whole affair had been the most disgusting thing Carter
had ever witnessed. He wondered where Conrad was. The hard
prick in his pants made him strangely looking forward to his
next taste of the man's crap! What Fuller had said was true, he
reflected. Given the freedom, and the peer acceptance, a man
could learn to enjoy the ultimate perversion!
   Just then a finger tapped him on the shoulder. Ignoring
Fuller, Conrad said, "Come back to the cell. I feel like
blowin' your prick."
   "Uh, o-okay," Carter stared dumbly, following him. As
Conrad swaggered through the doorway and around the bend into
the cell, Carter watched his tight buttocks moving sexily back
and forth, unable to put out of his mind how the crack between
them had tasted the night before. He reached down and idly
stroked the big boner in his pants. Conrad turned quickly,
seeing him playing with himself. Carter blushed.
   Conrad stepped up and grabbed him by the crotch, feeling
his hard prick, his face up close to Carter's. "Surprised? Take
your fuckin' pants off. I know you dug my shit...how did you
like my piss?"
   "I...I was just h-horny, that's all," Carter stammered.
   "Like now? Come on, get your dick in my mouth. I'm not
in this cellblock cause I'm an angel. I wanna suck your
cockjuice!"
   Conrad crouched, helping Carter yank his trousers down. The
hard prick sprung out. The older con grabbed the shaft tightly,
squeezed the knob into a huge purple head, and immediately
plunged his mouth over it and started to suck vigorously.
Carter threw his head back, luxuriating in the man's cock work.
   "Ahhh, Conrad, what a mouth! You've done this before,
haven't you?" He couldn't help joking, spreading his legs to
let the man play with his balls. Conrad took the prick deeply
several times, then lifted it and gave the nuts an energetic
tongue wash.
   "Turn around," Conrad ordered hoarsely, "let's see if your
butt's clean." He twisted Carter at the hips, pushing down on
his back to bare his bottom. He gazed at the hole, moved up to
sniff it, and found it satisfactory enough to begin licking it.
   "Well, don't see that too often!" a voice came from their
open cell door. Peeking over his shoulder, Carter saw a guard
standing there. Smiling, the bull walked up to them. "Use a
brillo pad on it first?"
   Conrad glanced up. "Just cause I don't lick shit like the
rest of you doesn't mean I don't like rimmin' a sweet ass! Make
yourself useful or get the fuck out!" He went back to his butt-
licking.
   The guard pulled the leg of his shorts back and flopped his
dick out, slapping it around. He reached over and gave Carter's
ass a good feel, gripping his cheeks without getting in
Conrad's way. He stepped around and put his dick to Carter's
face. Bent over, his ass splayed apart with a tongue lapping at
it, Carter automatically opened up and took the prick in to
suck on. But that didn't last long because Conrad wanted to get
back to his cocksucking.
   Frustrated, with his dick now dripping, the guard rushed
around to the other side and worked Conrad's pants down. He got
down on his back and scooted under the man's buttocks to lick
out his ass. He nibbled at the anus while jacking off. Conrad
deep-throated Carter's prick while grinding his asshole over
the guard's face. At one point he froze long enough to sputter
a long, noisy fart over the guard's lips--loud and stinky
enough to get the man pumping his prick wildly while taking the
noxious fumes deep up his nostrils!
   "Oh, you fuckin' bastard! Damn! You always got such nice
farts. Gimme another one, willya? A big chessy one will get me
off!"
   Conrad pulled off for a second. "Blow some air up my ass,
man, and I'll give ya another, you fuckin' fart freak!"
   "Oooh, yeah!" The guard took a deep breath, attached his
mouth to the anus, and blew up in there to mix in with the
man's gas. Several more times he did this, pounding his dick
faster in anticipation at what was bound to come back out. Did
it ever! Every molecule of air he'd pushed up there had mixed
thoroughly with the dark fumes festering inside Conrad's
rectum. A long, lingering, gooshy fart was sputtering out
through the man's fluttering asslips...licked and smelled by
the happy guard. But it was the next one that got the man off.
>From deep inside Conrad's colon came the most fragrant one. It
hissed...an invisible cloud spreading the stink over the
guard's face. He gasped and sniffed while his cock shot out
globs of jizz over himself! Still, he put his lips back up to
the con's hole and sucked for more!
   Carter was hearing all this...and invariably smelling some
of it! And the hot cocksucking he was receiving only made the
shit stink put more of a tingle in his dick. Conrad felt that
tingle and put more effort into his tongue action, soon
receiving large, gooey globs of tasty sperm from Carter's
pisshole. He gulped it all down, showing he was a cocksucker
to rival anyone there.
   John Carter slurped his dick out of the man's mouth and
stood back quite satisfied. "Thanks. Want me to blow you?"
   "Later. I'll work up a good load for you. I just wanted a
mouthful of cum...and I wanted it from your cock. I got it, I
farted...that made me happy, you happy, and the shit-licker
under my ass happy."
   The guard ignored the good-natured jibe. He was busy
scooping up his own cum spurts to lick.
   Carter was, of course, in a total daze at the activities
taken for granted in his new home. He could almost accept the
perverted actions of the cons. What amazed him was how eagerly
the guards themselves got involved. Obviously, they'd been
hand-picked because of their own deviate proclivities. Later
that day he even witnessed two of them going at each other...
doing things just as filthy as he'd seem them do with some of
the inmates.
   Another thing that finally dawned on Carter...something he
was surprised he'd missed before that...was that while the
place wasn't exactly filled with beauties, there didn't seem to
be a dog on the whole cellblock. All different types, but not a
one of them that wouldn't appeal to someone else. He also got
the sense that there was so much mixing-in that individual sex
appeal wasn't all that important. A guy might not be his
personal type...he might not care to kiss him...but that
doesn't preclude his zeal at licking the guy's turd while he
takes a smelly shit! It was all the atmosphere. He couldn't
imagine the two white guards on the streets kneeling in an
alley behind Black Bart, licking his bolting turd with the same
enthusiasm.
   Things settled down for the rest of the day. Carter watched
some television and read a bit from their sparse library...
which included a fair amount of fuck books. Actually, it was
just a converted cell with low bookshelves lining the three
walls. Lawbooks, classics, fuckbooks and several copies of TV
Guide. There was no shame in the place, he thought, looking at
the posters on the surrounding walls. Poster blowups of guys
taking a shit in some far-out places...on a kitchen table, in
the back seat of a car, off a diving board, on the hood of a
patrol car, through prison bars. And a cleverly animated one
of Robin, The Boy Wonder, with his red tights slipped down
shooting a big turd into Batman's eager mouth while the
Commissioner blows the Batcock!
   That night he sucked off Conrad, receiving that big load
he'd been promised. In the morning, he noticed that even the
chow was better than he'd expected. Toast, eggs, and hamburger
tubes in the shape of little turds! Except for Perez rimming
one of the morning guards in the corridor, everybody seemed to
be taking a rest from sex. Even out in the courtyard the
activities were unremarkable. Just a few gropes here and there.
   About an hour after lunch Carter was returning to his cell
from the TV room when a guard made an announcement.


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