Randall Penitentiary- Le Freak

Chapter 94- Le Freak

The first dish pleaseth all.
latin Proverb

Freako went back to his cell after the guards had finally let him go. Blindly angry, it was a good thing he didn’t come across the many people he hated because it would have been ON!

His right hand hurt from fucking up Chris, but he was happy about it because it meant he had punched hard. He was stomping through the hallway when he bumped headlong into a guy who was about his size.

Without thinking he pushed the guy, “Watch where your goin!” he said, ready to fight yet again.

“You bumped into ME!” Jaime said, indignant. He hadn’t been paying attention to much else but his throbbing head. The kid he had bumped into was a short Latin boy who looked to be about 12, but had the angriest face, and the most aggressive manner he had ever seen.

He made JP look like a hippy. He had dark hair, and the most diabolical dark brown eyes Jaime had ever seen. Jaime was charmed, despite his headache.

“Keep moving Freako.” A guard barked from behind

Rico eyed Jaime threateningly, but moved on. Jaime watched him go in his oversized jumpsuit. It would be like having sex with a psychotic Chihuahua. How cool was that?

He turned and followed the little animal. The best thing for a hangover was a good fucking, and it seemed like ages since THAT had last happened. Besides, the idea of fucking a Spanish kid made him gleefully think about Taz.

It would piss the skinhead off sooooo much... Jaime quickened his pace.

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Jaime had trouble keeping up with the little guy. He watched him stomp through the hallway, and people instinctively moved out of the way. On the third tier, the kid turned abruptly into a cell.

Jaime wasn’t sure what to do next. He paused outside the cell for a moment, trying to think of the best attack when the aggressive Latino boy popped his head out of the cell.

He said something quickly in Spanish that Jaime didn’t understand. It was forceful and sounded like a curse or threat.

“No compendia.” Jaime said, using the only two words of the language he knew.

The kid rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, with a slight Spanish accent, “Why you following me? You want to fight?” he asked hopefully. Freako preferred his opponents to be bigger, but this little white man would do.

“No, I, uh, I don’t know why I followed you.” Jaime said.

The kid regarded him with suspicious eyes, “You are a faggot or something?” he sneered.

“Well...” Jaime laughed

“You want to suck my dick and shit?” Freako said boldly, grabbing his crotch.

“I might...” Jaime said.

“Yeah if I let you right?” Freako said, laughing. He cursed again in Spanish, “I ain't no homo, yo.” He said, his brows knitted

“So?” Jaime said

“So nothing.” Freako said, retreating into his cell. He had been in the mood to fight, but if this whore was offering something, he could fuck just as easily. As a basic rule, he was mistrustful of homosexuals. As a basic rule he was mistrustful of everybody.

Jaime followed him into the cell. It was messy, with clothes thrown everywhere.

“What are you still doing here?” Freako snarled, “You want to die and shit?”

“No.” Jaime said, “I want to swallow your entire bottom half.” He said

Freako blinked his eyes once. Then twice. He unzipped the jumpsuit which was way too big for him, and it fell to the floor in a pool around his ankles. He not wearing underwear, “So- get busy niggah!” he said

Jaime was taken aback at how quickly the guy had gone from skeptical to totally naked. He had expected the kid to have a boyish body, and he did to a certain extent. He had a flat, smooth chest with nipples so tiny, they were almost nonexistent.

He had a flat tummy that rippled with tight muscle, more like that of a pre-pubescent athlete than an adult inmate. An almost imperceptible trial of silky black hair led to an area that was totally out of place.

Dangling in a thick thatch of shiny black hair was a cock that could only be described as astounding, considering its owner. Flaccid, it dangled like a scarlet tree trunk, uncircumcised , with a huge hooded knob that reached halfway down his thigh.

The thicket of hair around his dick spread to his legs and testicles which were oversized. Jaime almost fainted with delight.

“You thought it would be tiny right?” Freako giggled, “It’s a punisher. I fuck you in the ass, you will know Freako been there!” He took his cock in his left hand and wiggled it at Jaime, “Come one niggah, why you stalling?”

Jaime got on his knees and was face to face with a cock that rivaled Andy’s. He now understood the source of the kid’s confident aggression. Immediately he used his tongue to guide the pendulous organ into his mouth.

Carefully shielding his teeth with his lips he used suction to vacuum the length of it into his mouth. The Latino boy used the palms of his hands to stroke Jaime’s head while he felt himself being enveloped in fantastic warmth.

It seemed to harden like lightening. In a matter of seconds, Jaime had to readjust his position, because the huge cock wanted to stand straight up, and refused to be bent to Jaime’s angle.

He let it out of his mouth so he could see it in all its magnificence. “I told you,” Freako said boastfully, “It’s a punisher. I punish niggahs with it.”

“Now I know why they call you Freako.” Jaime laughed.

“That ain't why,” the kid said defiantly

Jaime went below to lick his salty balls, and Freako pulled his head closer with desire. Without saying a word he threw Jaime on the bed and was ripping his clothes off.

Jaime was used to being in control of things, but had learned a bit about being ravaged from Taz. Taz who?

It was like being in the eye of a sexual tornado. Freako slobbered all over his neck, chin and cheeks, before turning him over and doing the same to the back of his neck and all the way down his lower back.

The kid was in a frenzy. Humping his leg, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth landed. One minute Jaime would be on his stomach, with Freako biting his back, and the next he was on his back with his legs over his head.

The kid still hadn’t entered him yet. He seemed to get off on the foreplay. Jaime didn’t mind. He felt the marble column of Freak meat land and grind on random parts of his body and the tease of it was dizzying.

Finally, Freako had him on his back again with one leg raised over his head and entered him slowly. It was the only thing the kid had done so far at a leisurely pace. Jaime felt the broad knob scrape his asshole and go deep, deep inside.

Once it was in, Freako grabbed his outstretched leg with both arms and started to hump like a madman. Just when Jaime got used to it and was sure the kid was going to cum, Freako switched positions and had him on his stomach.

Pushing Jaime’s head in the pillow, Freako humped like a jackhammer varying the angles. Then, out of nowhere, he changed his rhythm yet again, and slammed in, staying deep for a moment, withdrawing slowly only to slam in again with double the fury and stay there.

This continued for a while until he threw Jaime off the bed onto the floor into a pile of dirty laundry, turning him around again, but now raising both legs over his head. He would slam in three times quickly, stay buried, grind his hips slowly, then withdraw quickly, only to slide back in, this time painfully slow.

Jaime couldn’t keep up with what was coming next, but he didn’t care because it felt insane. It was like being with five different guys at once. Sometimes his hands would caress Jaime in random places, sometimes he would use them to increase the force, and sometimes he would meanly pinch Jaime’s skin, just for variety.

Jaime was exhausted from it, but was having the time of his life. Freako withdrew his cock again and jumped up positioning it at Jaime’s lips. He humped Jaime’s face the same way he humped his ass: with ever-changing rhythms and styles.

Jaime felt for a tiny ass to try and regulate the motion so he wouldn’t choke, but there was no controlling the kid. He had been quiet except for a few moans and grunts, but all of a sudden he got verbal, cursing at Jaime in Spanish.

He threw Jaime again with no effort, bending him over the bunk. Before plunging his big cock back in, he bent down and bit Jaime roughly on his right asscheek.

Jaime let out a howl of delighted shock. Freako slid himself into Jaime’s asshole again. Reaching his hands around and rubbing Jaime’s hard nipples in his fingers. He had much skill at this and it felt amazing.

Freako’s body started to convulse and Jaime felt him throbbing deep inside, as he started to shoot Latino spunk deep inside.

He pulled out while he was still cuming, and sprayed Jaime’s back with molten cum. He then rubbed himself on Jaime’s leg while he continued to spurt. Jaime leaned up and took Jaime’s earlobe into his mouth, not biting hard, but teasing in such a way that Jaime shot a load of his own all over the bed without touching himself.

“THAT is why they call me Freako.” The boy said, out of breath with that charming Spanish accent.” He pulled himself off Jaime and collapsed on the other bunk, panting and watching Jaime with a smile. He was leaned back on his elbows with his huge cock slowly deflating as it lay on his thigh.

Jaime got up, his muscles aching. “Jesus Christ you are an animal!” Jaime laughed.

“Yeah well you can get the fuck out now.” The kid said, turning to nap.

Jaime got his clothes on and stumbled back to his cell, his hangover totally forgotten.