Jail Force Part 4 thru 6

The men watched each of Brian’s feeble dance steps. He purposely kept his back to the wall, trying to avoid letting the men view his ass.

Ricky yelled, “Turn around, show is your ass! Let us see that pussy!”

Brian’s face and neck flushed red as he slowly turned around. More cat calls sounded out as the men looked at the boy’s butt. Brian’s ass was truly a piece of art. Unblemished skin covered the muscular globes. There was no gap, no hairs to cause flaw to Brian’s beautiful butt.

Don said, “Bend over, we want to see your hole.”

Brian looked over his shoulder. He wanted to plead, he wanted to beg. Don’s facial expression told Brian to comply. Brian felt almost dizzy as he bent over. He reached back and separated his bum cheeks.

As he pulled his butt open, the men were greeted by a pinkish pucker. A few dark blonde hairs surrounded it. All of the men had erections as they gazed at the tiny hole. Ricky had never butt fucked a punk. He looked at the small spot and wondered how he was going to get his dick in there.

Keith was normally a very quiet man. The boy’s body had him stimulated. He spoke, “Stick a finger in it, bitch. Wet your finger, then stick it in your cunt, you fine, sexy, punk!”

Keith’s voice carried power and authority. Brian closed his eyes as he lubed his index finger with spit. He sobbed in humiliation as he forced his own finger inside his ass hole. The men laughed and cheered as they watched the boy’s finger disappear inside his own body.

“Wiggle it,” Keith ordered.

The men made Brian dance, they made him stroke his own body. Over and over, Brian was ordered to finger fuck his own ass, he was made to lewdly stick his tongue out. He had to play with his own nipples, including the more swollen, bruised one.

Brian’s face glistened with tears as the men made him perform. Not only did they make him do disgusting things, they called him cunt, bitch, whore, slut, and names intended to knock his masculinity.

As Brian continued to dance, Don begin to strip. Don’s jumpsuit hit the floor. His broad shoulders framed large, hairy pecs. His stomach was flat, hard, and defined. His prick tented in white cotton boxers. As Don shucked off the boxers, the hard cock sprang up, slapping his stomach.

The 38 year old man was a hunk. Most gay men and straight women would find him extremely attractive. His face was chiseled, a small scar made one eyebrow higher then the other. His body was fine, light dustings of hair sprang from the tough male skin. Unlike, Brian, Don was not beautiful. He was sensual, virile, and potent. He was the rough, tough man that dreams are made of. Don was very comfortable with his body. He stood with his arms crossed watching the boy’s dance. His powerful tool stretched over seven inches from the thick nest of hair. His nuts hung high in their hairy sack. A light masculine aroma came off of him.

Don watched Brian’s teasing smooth body move. He smiled at Ortez’s gift. “Come on down, Brian, it’s time to get a taste of your first man.”

Brian was so nervous, as he stepped from the table to the bench, he slipped. He fell hard on the textured cement floor. The men laughed as Brian pulled himself up.

Time stopped for Brian as he walked towards the much larger man. He choked on his own tears, wondering what the man was about to force him to do. He faced Don, a foot between the two naked male bodies.

Don unfolded his arms, and pulled the smooth, golden boy against his hairy body. The shorter, Brian found a hard male cock pressed into his ab’s and lower chest. He held his breath, the man scent disgusted him.

Don held the boy close, hunching gently into the soft skin. He stroked the boy’s broad back, slowly moving downwards to the bubbled butt. He sighed as he felt the velvety skin that covered the boy’s firm ass. He stroked it in soft, twirling strokes.

The boy’s eyes were closed tight, Don bent his head down, and muzzled Brian’s eyelids. His mouth swept the boy’s hairless face with tiny kisses. He pressed his firm masculine lips against Brian’s full soft ones.

Brian’s stomach churned at the man’s kiss. Don’s tongue was parting his lips now. The wet tongue penetrated Brian’s mouth. Brian sobbed as the man’s tongue explored, Brian recognized the style of the kissing, it was the same as he had done to girls over his short life as a man.

Brian wanted to drop dead as he was bitch kissed by a more manly stud.

Don broke the kiss, and begin to lick at the boy’s salty tears. He tongue washed Brian’s face. He guided the boy over to a bunk. Don laid on the thin mattress. “Lick my body, Brian. Kick my hairy body. Taste me!”

Brian shuddered as he looked down at the hunk. He lowered himself down, not knowing where to start. The other three men watched and waited for their turn with the golden boy.

Brian’s tongue stuck out, he made contact with Don’s neck. Brian’s mouth was consumed by the first taste of his conquerer. Brian was being destroyed.

Don said, “Yeah, baby, put that sweet tongue on my neck. You fucking beautiful bitch!”

Part 5 - The Sexing

Brian fought from gagging as he licked Don’s neck. Don grunted and flexed his cock. Don knew how bad Brian was hating the taste of his skin. Don had lost count of the many men he had punked over time. He knew none of them compared to this kid.

Don’s experience with turning men out was vast. He considered himself an expert. Every once in a while, a man actually enjoyed being used. This boy would not. Don understood Brian very well. Brian had used females much in the same way he was about to be used. The boy was extremely handsome, well built, an obvious lady’s man. His big cock had probably excited and fucked many females. Don correctly guessed that the boy spent a lot of time admiring his own face and body. Don figured homosexuals had cruised the straight boy, hoping for a chance to see or suck the boy’s dick. He rightly figured the boy had been repulsed by the gay men lusting after him. When Don finished breaking this boy, Brian would be a lot less sure of himself, he would be in doubt of his own masculinity, he would have nightmares.

Don could have easily started by making the boy suck cock or give up some ass. With some men, that was the best way. Not with this boy, though, this boy needed to be broken. Don pulled Brian’s mouth back to his own, he frenched the boy deeply. The boy’s mouth was unresponsive. Don rubbed his tongue against the boy’s tongue, demonstrating his control.

Don grabbed the boy by his blonde hair and guided Brian’s face to a hairy arm pit. “Clean it, Brian, lick it, kiss it, tongue it!”

Brian looked at the mass of hair. His tears blended into the hairy pit as he stuck the tip of his tongue to the skin. The pit tasted the way Don smelled, only stronger, more male. Brian’s stomach rolled and churned as he licked pit.

Don stroked Brian’s hair, and body as he kept the boy’s face buried in his pit. Don was very content, he was really getting off on humiliating this kid. “Do the other one, baby,” Don murmured.

Keith, Ricky, and Bruno talked as they watched. Brian could hear every word they said. They were discussing making him suck dick, fucking him, even making him lick their ass holes. He could hear them discuss his ass, his body, even the size of his cock. Bruno was bragging about how much larger his dick was then Brian’s. Brian had never pictured himself in jail, much less with his mouth buried in another man’s arm pit. At the moment, Brian wished he wasn’t so handsome.

Don moved Brian’s face, Brian now was licking the man’s chest. Brian hoped that no one ever found out about this. He could never face people if they knew what he was being made to do.

Don said, “Suck my nipples, Brian. Suck ‘em real nice like, no teeth, but suck them good, make them get as hard as you got my dick!”

Brian sucked the man’s nipples. Don’s nipples were smaller, but they responded to Brian’s mouth. As Brian nursed from the man’s nipples, the man rolled Brian’s nipples. Shots of sharp pain would come as Don got too rough.

“You got some nice tit’s boy, nice and big. I like boy tits, like them a lot, only one thing better then juicy boy tits and that's a big butt fuck boy. You got it all, baby, all. Tits made for torturing and an ass made for dicking. Fuck, you couldn’t be any more perfect.” Don stated.

Every word Brian heard was a direct blow to his ego. The words stayed in Brian’s mind, each word hurt and embarrassed him. These men discussed him like men discuss a woman.

Don pushed Brian’s head lower. “Lick my belly, kid, then we’ll see about giving you a taste of dick, I wanna shove my cock down your throat, but I can wait.”

Brian’s face was dangerously close to Don’s manhood as he tongue bathed the man’s stomach. The scent was even stronger down here. Brian cringed as he saw a drop of liquid appear in Don’s piss slit. He dreaded the taste, knowing it would come soon.

Brian tried to stall for time, he carefully licked Don’s stomach, not missing anything. Don knew what the boy was up too, but didn’t care. Let the boy hope, Don thought. Everyone in the tank, including Brian knew it was going to happen.

Bruno stared at the straight boy, he couldn’t wait to see him take cock in the mouth. Bruno wouldn’t have waited this long, Bruno would already be fucking the boy’s ass hole. A kid like that needed taken down, he needed a good, rough fucking. Bruno watched the beautiful kid. Yeah, Bruno thought, I’m gonna dick this boy right!

Don said, “Get between my legs, Brian, lick my balls, lick ‘em real good, then suck on them, roll them around in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Brian said “Please, don’t make me, please, sir?”

Don looked Brian in the eyes. “ I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say nothing, cause you begged real nice, boy. Now do what you were told.”

Don spread his legs wider to give Brian better access. He felt a tear fall from Brian’s eye to his nuts. He sighed as the boy got into position.

Brian gagged as he was face deep in Don’s crotch. He placed his tongue on the wrinkled sack, and gave his first lick. A loose hair stuck on Brian’s tongue. Brian heaved, his stomach let loose, Brian knew better then throwing up on the man. The boy swallowed it back down.

His mouth was filled with the taste of his own vomit and the stronger taste of Don’s nut skin. Brian cried silently as he licked and sucked the hunks nuts.

Brian heard the men laughing as he alternated from one ball to the other. Brian had finally ran out of tears. He now had three loose hairs in his mouth.

“Suck ‘em both at the same time, baby, get ‘em both in your hot little sexy mouth!” Don demanded.

Brian opened his jaws as wide as he could. He finally had to use his fingers to get both of the man’s balls inside his mouth at the same time. The nuts were warm, they filled Brian’s mouth. Don moaned and stroked the boy’s back.

“Good job, baby, good fucking job. Now kiss my dick head!” Don said.

Brian didn’t beg this time. He looked at the spongy tip of the man’s dick. A string of stickiness ran from it. Brian steeled himself and forced his tongue out. He licked at the spooge trail, his taste buds coated with prelube.

The taste was nothing like Brian had ever experienced before. The goo was thick, sticky, and salty. There was a subtle briny taste, like a dill pickle, there was a stronger male taste, similar to the taste of Don’s nuts.

“Put those pretty lips around my cock, Brian. Place your mouth over my dick!” Don guided Brian’s head. Brian stiffened his neck for a brief second, then allowed the stronger man to force his mouth down.

Brian had about two inches of a dick in his mouth. Brian closed his eyes as Don said, “More baby, more, wrap your tongue around my log, go down on it, suck it! Suck my dick good, your pretty punk!”

Brian’s cheeks bulged as Don hump upwards. Brian had lost all will now, he didn’t resist. He ran his tongue around the hard tube, and attempted to suck.

Don rewarded Brian’s efforts with moans and grunts. He let the boy get used to cock sucking, then he grabbed Brian’s ears. Don used Brian’s ears as handles. He pumped Brian’s head up and down, each time lowering Brian down further. Brian’s gag reflex was the stopping point.

“Yeah, baby, your a cock sucker, now, a real cock sucker. And see, sweet cheeks, you had thought you were some kind of stud. You ain’t much of a man, now, are you? Dick in your mouth, you’re a ball sucking, dick licking punk now! And I’m the one making you, you’re my bitch boy! Suck my dick, you slut!” Don moaned.

Brian found more and more cock entering his mouth on each stroke. He timed his breathing, he was learning. Then Don changed the rules, Don pushed Brian’s head deeper down, Don’s cock head penetrated Brian’s throat.

As Brian fought for a breath, Don yelled out, “You deep throating punk, your making me blow!”

Don pulled out of Brian’s throat, and begin to shoot. Don’s sperm filled Brian’s mouth, his cheeks puffed out further. Brian didn’t know what to do with the cum. Don’s 38 year old nuts pumped 6 big wads into the 17 year old mouth.

Don smiled and said, “Swallow, Brian. Swallow your daddies juice!”

Brian gulped, the thick liquid went down this throat. Brian felt like the lowest form of life on the planet. Brian had been made into a cock sucker.

Don said, “Okay, boy, you got more dicks to suck. You wore me out for the time being. Keith is next, kiddo. Get to work!”

Ortez has gotten a slight rise to his own cock watching Brian McKee being reduced to a dick sucker. He shook his head, laughing, the white stud muffin was now a cum swallower! He wanted to call one of his friends, he had to tell someone. An idea came to Ortez, why tell them, he could get a buddy over to watch!

Part 6 - Look Out Tummy, Here it Cums

Brian’s mouth still tasted of Don’s seed. His jaws were sore, his mouth tired, even his tongue felt raw. Don had just ordered him to suck Keith’s dick. After Keith, there were two more cocks to service.

Keith was just slightly taller then the golden boy, somehow this made it seem worse to Brian. In a fair fight, Brian would have stood a chance against Keith. Nothing in this jail tank was about fairness.

Keith glared at the straight boy standing in front of him. “What are you waiting for, bitch! Undo my fucking jumpsuit, get me naked! You gotta work for this dick! “

Keith had no feelings about punks, punks were simply a thing for cons to use and abuse. They were a substitute for women. In all reality, Keith had very little feelings, other then sexual, about women. Keith would never kiss a punk, he seldom kissed women. Keith was a man who didn’t care if his partner enjoyed sex, it was about Keith’s needs only. The punk would suck his dick, and that’s all that mattered.

Keith did enjoy humiliating punks. He enjoyed showing his dominance. That’s why he was making the kid undress him. It was control to Keith, and it was sex.

He watched the punk’s hands shake as the fumbled at the jumpsuits snaps. He coldly thought about how the kid had grown up, he knew the kid was an arrogant brat. Just a few hours before, the kid had been a stud, now he was being studded.

Keith stared at the punks face, he was one good looking kid. Those fucking lips were too pretty to be on a man’s mouth, they sure were gonna look good wrapped around Keith’s pecker. The kid slid the jumpsuit off Keith’s body. Keith didn’t even bother to step out of it.

Keith pointed to his rod, “Get to work, faggot, it ain’t gonna bloom for you!”

Brian looked around in deep shame, no one felt sorry for him. He knelt down, the next dick he had to suck inches from his mouth. It was about 6 to maybe 6 ½ inches long. It was slender, and had a big circumcision scar. It was about 90% erect. Brian could see the veins pulsing in it. He could see the tube that would eventually shoot cum into his mouth.

Brian leaned forward, and opened his mouth. Keith let out a hiss as his dick disappeared inside the punk’s mouth. “Yeah, faggot, take my cock, suck my load out of it.”

Keith made Brian do all the work. Brian’s jaws ached as he bobbed his head up and down on Keith’s prick. Brian remembered what Don had told him to do. Brian just wanted the rapist to cum and be done with it.

Keith felt the tricks Brian was doing. The punk was a fast learner, only his second dick, and he was showing real promise. Keith knew that Brian was trying to get him off quickly, Keith didn’t care. Keith just wanted to nut in the pretty boy’s mouth, he let the punk’s mouth work magic.

“You damn cock sucking fag, work my cock! Aaaa, your doing fine, faggot, real fine. I’ll give you a treat real soon, suck it, you fucking sick punk!” Keith was loud as he praised the new dick sucker.

Keith felt his balls drawing up, the punk had talent, he would be a great cock sucker by the time he got the tank off. The kid’s mouth was slick, the tongue warm, it was all good. Keith had dealt with lots of punks. Some of them were all faggoty, tried to act lovey dovey.This one was a straight boy, a jail made faggot. Sometimes, when cons created a faggot, the punk would turn out all the way. He knew this one wouldn’t. Brian could be made to suck, lick, Brian could be forced into being a punk, but Keith knew this kid would never like it.

As Keith’s nuts started pumping jism into Brian’s mouth, Keith yelled, “Swallow it, you fucking dick loving fag!”

Keith spent his load into the punk’s mouth, he pulled out his prick, walking away bored. The fag had two more dicks to suck, before the real breaking in began.

Keith stretched out on his bunk, he wanted to relax while his nuts charged back up. Besides, Bruno was up next. The kid was gonna learn more about dick then he would ever need to know. Keith grinned thinking about the size of the Latino’s cock, that fuck boy would be choking big time on Bruno’s monster dick!

Before Keith had even hit his bunk, Bruno had stripped. The Italian Mexican man held his impressive cock in both hands. “Come here, little white faggot!” Bruno called out.

Brian stared, “Oh, fuck no,” Brian thought as he saw something that looked fake.

Officer Ortez had called Will Bates. Will and him had been best bud’s in high school. They had both been on the football team. Ortez told his friend what was up, the two laughed. Bates was going to round up his little brother, Steve. Steve and Brian were in the same grade.

As Bates hung up, he had told Ortez he’d see him in a few. Ortez went to the lobby, to explain to the duty officer that he had guest arriving.

Ortez made it back to the monitor to see Bruno approaching Brian. Ortez saw the piece of meat swinging from Bruno. Ortez spoke out load to himself, “What the fuck?”