Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69 Part two

Kenny startled and opened his eyes groggily. He’d been having this dreadful dream where…His eyes widened as he looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Wildly he looked around. The grotesque sight of a naked muscular Len leering at him brought him back to his new reality, this was no dream.
“Bout fucking time you woke up,” snarled his cellmate, “I got rules here an if you stay then we orta get you straight,” and he snickered, ‘straight’ Len thought and it made him laugh out loud.

Kenny managed to sit up, the sick feeling in his stomach almost caused him to vomit, but he remembered he’d already got rid of everything possible in his stomach.

“Look,” he began to say, when Len with a quickness denied by his body mass, shot up from his bed and stood right in front of the boy.
“First thing you gotta get right,” menaced Len, “is that you don’t speak unless I give the word,” and with that he flat handed the boy across the face. Kenny was spun round by the force behind the slap and crumpled back onto the bed. He was totally shocked by the unexpected brute force and despite his earlier fears now knew things were much, much more worse than he had expected. Where was the cellmate Mr Masters had almost promised him? He began to sob and then cry.

Len reached down and pinched the boy’s right earlobe between his powerful fingers. Kenny began to squeal and Len hissed, “Squeal all you want, cunt. No ones going to hear you up here.”

Again Kenny heard the foreboding words from the Chief Warden ring behind Len’s hissing reminder. He started to cry but Len now hissed at him.

“Shut the fuck up. When I want you to cry I’ll tell you, for now get silent or I’ll pin back your earholes by sticking your toes in them backwards.”
Kenny took a huge deep breath and managed to hold back the next sob that stuck in his throat. Terrified he looked out of his tear filled eyes at the man who crowded above him. Len was well built and muscular, his pecs’ were clearly defined and his cock, which hung slightly above Kenny’s head, was enormous. Kenny had never seen anything like this, except in a picture of an exotic sex book, and that had showed a woman stroking an elephant’s penis. He and his mates had joked about giving the elephant a run for its money in the size department but secretly all had envied its cock size. Now he really did have something in front of him that would have frightened both the woman and the elephant and it certainly scared him.

As Kenny was now quiet, Len let go and stood up, which for Kenny only accentuated the size of the man’s equipment. Now Kenny had full on close up of Lens huge big hairy balls and Kenny could feel his own balls retracting as he viewed the opposition.

“Right you little fucker,” said Len, “let’s get things clear. First of all you do what I say, if you don’t it won’t be a slap you get next time. An don’t think you can go crying to Mr Carter for any sort of help – remember it was him that put you in here with me and I don’t share. You’re here for a reason, sonny so think on it.”

Kenny thought and despaired even more. It had to be true.
“Sit up now,” instructed Len. Kenny got back up and supported his body against the wall. Gingerly he felt his face, which smarted, at his careful touch, he could feel the heat from the slap as his skin repaired the damage.

“That was nothing lad,” smirked Len, “I know how to hurt without marking and I hope you like pain cos I luv to give it,” and he cackled. Kenny shrank back against the wall.
“Now as I have your attention,” smiled Len, who was enjoying this very much, “lets make a few things clear. Now get out of those clothes whilst I sort out my thoughts.”

Kenny looked as though he could not believe what he had just heard. He began to speak and the thought better of it but the damage was done. He felt his face grabbed and a huge hand was placed over his mouth and nose, not only that it was held tight and, and – Oh God. He couldn’t breathe. Len held on watching for the kid to go faint and at the last moment removed his hand and watched the boy suck in a huge lungfull of precious air as he regained full consciousness.
“Now fucking strip,” Len growled at him, “and remember whilst you are in here you do not wear anything, not even a bollock hair.”

Kenny was too dazed to really hear what Len had said; he was just delighted to be able to breathe normally. Slowly he began to undress under the watchful eye of his new neighbour. His socks and shoes went first, followed by his coat and jumper and shirt and then his trousers. He stood up just his briefs. Trembling he looked at Len who had sat still throughout his dismal performance as a strip artist.

Again Kenny was terrified by Len’s physical speed and he found himself being pulled towards the man by the strong hand that grabbed the waist of his last item of clothing. Desperate Kenny held onto the piston like arm that was dragging him forwards but inexorably he was pulled and placed on Len’s naked lap. Kenny could feel the thick tube of meat, through the mean material he was wearing.

Len said nothing; he just put his other arm around Kenny’s waist. Holding him tight across the flat of his stomach, his hand spread out and almost down inside the briefs, almost touching Kenny’s cock, he pulled gently with the hand that held the waistband of the thin material. Kenny watched in amazement as Len twitched his arm muscles and the briefs just seem to dissolve. Dimly he was aware of the slight pain across his back and the noise of the ripping of the cloth as his briefs were torn off him. Now he really could feel that warm tube of flesh against his bare buttocks. Aghast at the display of brute power he sat still.
“Stand up,” he was told and only too delighted to get away from Len’s pulsing cock Kenny did so. He turned around, raised his legs, bent over and Len examined closely his new toy. His skin crawled at the man’s touch as Len invaded every inch of his body and as Len deliberately hurt him, grabbing his balls to tight, pinching his nipples, pulling back his foreskin roughly and as he bent over squeezing his arse cheeks first together and then apart. Kenny felt like a piece of meat on display.

“You’ll do,” nodded Len, he liked the look of the boy, nice plump bum cheeks to pillow him when he fucked the lad, lovely big nipples to tease with his teeth, good pair of full balls, small looking cock but the boy was scared no doubt it would grow. Nice the boy was uncut; he liked a bit of foreskin to chew on now and again. Yes the boy had possibilities. He pulled him back down on his lap and told him to open his mouth. Sticking two fingers in Kenny’s mouth he opened it as wide as he could and decided it would be big enough. He took one of the wet fingers and tipping Kenny back began to slowly insert it inside the boys’ fuckhole.

Kenny gasped with the pain of this new outrage. The finger seemed massive and the pain was excruciating. Len probed around inside Kenny’s arsehole until he found what he was looking for and a shot of unbelievable pleasure surged through Kenny’s cock as Len began to stroke his prostrate gland. Len finger fucked the boy none to gently as he kept a watch on the lad’s rising prick. Satisfied at what he saw he suddenly withdrew his finger and Kenny was left feeling a little disappointed as his sexual urges were halted.

2Liked that did you,” smiled Len, but it was not a question and Kenny reddened with embarrassment at what Len said and the implications. He then turned white as a sheet as Len now grabbed his own thickening cock which was rising up between Kenny’s open legs and said, “You’ll like it even more when I stick this up inside your fuck hole, your going to be my pussyboy. In fact that’s what I’m going to call you.” and so Kenny was christened.
Len pushed pussyboy off his lap and told him to clear up his clothes, there was a shelf above his bed and 'there they would stay' pussyboy was instructed. He then opened the cell door and called, “cuntboy.” There was the sound of running footsteps and a young lad appeared in the doorway, but did not enter the cell. He did not speak but stood with his head bowed.

“Get me hot water, some of that nice smelling soap and a new razor,” Len commanded and added before cuntboy turned to carry out his wishes, “and bring it into the cell when you come back.” Cuntboy trembled a little at this and sped off to run his errand.

Pussyboy finished his task and taking the cue from cuntboy had stood still, head downcast by the bed. His next instruction made him tremble also, not only tremble but shiver with fright.

“Here pussyboy,” stretched Len, “I need a piss, hold my cock for me.”
Pussyboy stood still for a long second and then reluctantly moved to stand beside Len and for the first time took the mighty weapon in his hand and held it over the pan.

“For fuck’s sake,” snarled Len, “pull back the foreskin pussyboy I want to piss into the bog, not in my cock,” and he squeezed pussyboys left buttock very hard. Pussyboy tentatively eased the massive foreskin back to expose the piss-slit and carefully pointed the spitting cock downwards.
As Len finished pissing there was a noise at the cell door. Pussyboy turned to see cuntboy slipping of his trousers and shoes, somewhere he had already lost his shirt and jumper. Naked the boy carried in the tray with the bowl of hot gently steaming water, the razor, the soap and a clean towel. A tube of ointment was also on the tray. Quietly cuntboy placed the tray on the table.