Bitches Don't Wear Boxers

I was on some fucked up back road, hitching my way towards I 20, when some cops pulled up. After being told how Dalton Georgia didn’t take to law breaking white trash hitch hikers, I found myself cuffed in the back of a cruiser on my way to jail.

Fuck it, I thought, wasn’t the first trip to jail, wouldn’t be the last one. I was hungry, tired, and a few days in jail for a fucked up hitching charge wasn’t about shit. I was hungry enough where even jail food sounded good.

Of course, it was a small fucked up red brick jail, like all red neck towns seem to have. It was the usual booking, prints, photo, and the strip search.

Strip searches shouldn’t bother me by now, but bending over and spreading my ass cheeks for another man to look up, it ain’t right. The shit ain’t ever right!

I was lead to your typical hick ass jail cell. A steel door with a small safety window, and a trap door for food was the entrance to my temporary home. Seen it all before. I walked inside, and saw more familiar sights.

Four steel bunks with thin mattresses bolted to the walls. The two bottom bunks were occupied by sleeping guys, looked to be some young hoods, probably in for drugs or something. The shower and shitter were on the back wall.

I threw my sheets and blanket on a top bunk, and since I was feeling a bit ripe, I headed for the shower. I stripped and got in the small metal stall. I was surprised to find the water hot. It had been about a week since I had gotten more then a washing up from a gas station sink. That shower sure felt good, real good.

Finally, I felt clean again. I reached for my towel and dried off. As I stepped out, I noticed two things, my two roomies had waken, and my fucking clothes were gone.

They sat at the table, smirking at me. Like my first impression, they were two young punks, dressed in boxers. They were smaller then me, younger then me, and if they thought they were gonna hog me, they were about to find out different.

“Where’s my fucking shit?” I said. “Where’s my jeans, shirt, my fucking boxers!”

The hood with the dark hair looked me in the eyes, “Bitches don’t wear boxers!”

That was all it took for me to lose it! No fucking teen wanna be convicts, not even two of them, were gonna take shit from me!

I’m 6 foot 2, around 200 pounds of natural muscle. I’m fucking 30 years old, and got more hair on my chest, then these punks have on the entire bodies!

I jumped across the cell and grabbed the one that spoke by the throat. Next thing I know, the other one has a shank up to my neck!

I slowly released the skinny neck my hands were around. I felt the tip of the shank draw nick my skin.

The hood spoke again, “I told you, bitches don’t wear boxers.” He had his face right up in mine. “Bitches don’t have balls, either, big man. You sure act like you got balls, though.”

I felt his hand close around my jewels. I closed my eyes tight as he tightened down. “Now, I don’t know what I’m squeezing here, but it can’t be balls. What your gonna do is put your hands behind your back. My buddy’s gonna tie your wrist together. I’m gonna hold onto whatever I’m squeezing, and if you move, I’ll rip them off. You got it?”

I nodded in pain and slowly moved my arms in back of me, looking for any opportunity. As my hands were being tied, I felt helpless. I tried to reason.

My voice sounded scared, he had slightly relaxed the death grip he had on my nuts. “Look,” I said, “I ain't looking for no trouble. I’m just in here for hitching. We’re all men, just let me alone, okay?”

The grip tightened, “You ain’t no man in here, your a bitch. A big, hairy, bitch.”

The other one spoke, “He’s tied good, Mike.”

Mike released my nuts. “Throw a mattress on the floor, TJ.”

I tested my hands, strips of army blankets held my wrist tight together. I heard the slam of the mattress hitting the floor, Mike shoved me towards it.

Mike said, “Get down on it, face down, bitch.”

I didn’t move. Mike walked up to me. He reached up and grabbed my face. I groaned as he knee flew up into my balls hard.

For a little, young punk, Mike was strong. He pulled me down, forcing me on the mattress. “Face down, bitch, face fucking down! Spread them hairy legs!”

Mike maneuvered me down, him and TJ pulled my legs opened. Mike reached up between my legs and found my ball sack. He tugged on it. “Okay, big bitch, this is how it goes. I’m fucking you, TJ’s fucking you. You can scream for help, if you wanna, bitch, but I will rupture you before the fat lazy guards ever come to save your ass! You got it? I mean rupture, ruined! Forever, bitch! This ain’t the first time I did this, it ain’t gonna help for you to resist. You just hit the wrong jail, big bitch, it’s time to pay! Now, remember, I will pop these if I need to.” He gave a hard, twisting tug, pain filled my torso!

I had my head to the side, I watched as he stepped out of his boxers. He already had an erection, I stared at what he planned on raping me with. I had never seen another males boner in real life, and I was just grateful it wasn’t like the porn actors I had seen. As I looked at it, I couldn’t believe this was about to happen to me. I had to be having a nightmare, I kept thinking I would wake up.

I felt Mike climbing on my back. He reached and pried my mouth opened, he stuffed his boxers inside my mouth. He repeated, “Bitches don’t wear boxers, they suck on em.”

His smaller body felt strange on mine. It reminded me that I was loosing my manhood to some young punks. I could feel his erection against my ass cheeks. It was sticky, wet, warm, and real stiff.

Even as I felt his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, I couldn’t understand why this was happening. Yeah, I had heard stories, and even been hit on a few times, but nothing had prepared me for this. I was about to get fucked up my shit hole.

I knew instinctively that it would hurt. My ass was made to let things out of, it wasn’t made to fuck. I tensed my whole body as Mike pulled my ass cheeks opened. I felt the sticky head of his cock and steeled my body for the invasion.

The boxers had dried up my mouth, but I bit into them as I felt the cock touching my hole. It pressed against me, and I tightened my ass to keep it out. I fought against the pressure, then felt more pressure.

My ass yielded to the hard prick.... I felt tears coming to my eyes as the pain ripped through my gut! I could feel the hard thing opening my body!

Mike muttered, “Bitches don’t wear boxers,” and slowly his cock invaded my body. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. I couldn’t believe there was another man’s dick entering the inside of my body!

The tears flowed from my eyes as I helplessly felt my ass being stretched wider and wider as the punk entered me.

***

It felt like Mike was doing some permanent damage. There was a razor sharp pain filling my body and mind. I could feel his dick as it moved deeper inside me, I could feel him forcing his prick deeper and deeper.

Mike had his arms on either side of my shoulders, he was slowly lowering himself down. He was using his body’s weight to penetrate me. I couldn’t even move because of the hurt he was causing.

“Please, stop.... please man, it just fucking hurts so bad!” I mouthed into the boxer shorts. I could taste Mike’s dick scent.

“Does it hurt, bitch? My little boner causing your big bitch ass some hurting? I like to hurt, it’s a big turn on, I got my hard dick in your ass, bitch! You thought you were some big stud, but your a bitch! A fucking cunt! You got my meat up your ass! My 19 year old cock! I’ve entered you, you big twat! I’ve taken your manhood!”