Attacked in jail

Attacked in jail – chapter 1 – HUMILIATED IN MY CELL.

See one different face of life. Happiness in the hardest conditions. Eight beggars who live happily together. You can read my trilogy in two languages: in Spanish, Luces de la Tierra in luces-delatierra.blogspot.com or in English, Lights of the Earth in lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com

Then the door of my cell opened and in came one of the wardens. I knew nothing about him, only that he was called Harry and was about 30. He could of course open my cell door. I thought first that he had come to tell me something, but his hands were curiously clad in big boxing gloves.

-Is anything the matter, sir? -I asked.

-Nothing’s the matter, Mike. Your name is Mike Pendleton, isn’t it?

-Yes, sir.

-My name is Harry Anscombe, but you will call me only H-A-RR-Y, or only sir, understood?

-Yes, Sir. What are you going to do?

-You know, M-I-K-E, for that will be your name this afternoon. I am bisexual and I have never seen a guy as hot as you before. So, I knew I could not resist your beauty and for some days I have thought I would come to your cell and humiliate you for some hours. You won’t have a chance and you’ll say that your name is M-I-K-E.

I was really scared now and I made an attempt to fight him, but he had boxing gloves and he soon punched my face and threw me off balance.

-You see, M-I-K-E? I’m much stronger than you and I can easily defeat you. I’ve never done this before and it will be only you and only today. In three hours the ordeal will be over, but you have to do everything I tell you. And if you ever report me, things will get serious for you.

I am Mike Pendleton, 28 years old. I had been happily married for three years. My wife had been a nurse and everything went hunky dory but she was unemployed now and we didn’t have enough money. We were ambitious and wanted more. I work for an engineering company. This city has two rivers and our company in the last years had built twenty bridges. Now we were building five more bridges. I was one of the financial managers of the company and thinking nobody would ever discover me, I had clearly committed fraud. But of course I was discovered and after a long trial I had been indicted with fraud and sentenced to two years in jail. I had already been in prison for eight months. Still sixteen months to be released from jail. It was especially awful to be without Belinda, the love of my life. I liked her calm way of looking at everything and the agreement we had that we could cheat each other. So far I had not cheated her but I knew she had cheated me. But cheating had no importance for our couple.

Since I was imprisoned my greatest fear was the possibility of being raped in jail. I did not know whether only rapists were raped or it could be anybody. But suddenly that man’s voice took me out of my thoughts.

-So, will you obey me now?

-I don’t think I have any other chance, Sir.

-So, first things first. What is your name now?

I took a deep breath and answered as he was expecting.

-My name is M-I-K-E, sir.

-Good, and what is my name then?

-Your name is H-A-RR-Y, sir.

-For the next three hours you will be my slave today and you will also answer to the name of H-A-RR-Y’s slave. So what is your other name?

I had no more chance so I said.

-My name is also H-A-RR-Y’s slave, sir.

-Good, now slave; strip completely of your clothes.

-Oh, sir, do I have to?

-You have seen I am stronger than you so you will do as I tell you. You have to do it.

-Can you be sweet with me, sir, please?

-First I have to know you and test your resilience capacity and if I see you are a brave man and you deserve it, I will try to be sweet with you, even if I will humiliate you for three hours.

And then treacherously he approached his lips to mine and kissed me. Well, so far I did not care and if that way I could show him some resilience capacity, I would allow him to kiss me.

-Now, start stripping, slave. And remember, you must take off everything.

I started doubtfully taking my shirt off as I was seeing his boner out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to like my naked chest and then it was him who told me to remove my shoes and socks now. As I was taking them off, he asked me.

-I have seen, looking at your police record that you are 28 and that you are married. So, what’s the name of the bitch of your wife, slave?

-Sir, please, you said you had come to my cell today to humiliate me. So could you please humiliate me and leave my wife alone?

-I could be sweet with you later but so far I will spare you nothing that can humiliate you. I will keep on saying the bitch of your wife, and what’s more, you will also have to say it. So I ask again: what’s the name of the bitch of your wife?

I took a deep breath, shrugged my shoulders and mentally saying: forgive me, Belinda. One day I will tell you what I did and I will also tell you I had no more chance. So I finally said.

-The name of the bitch of my wife is Belinda, sir?

-Does that bitch make you happy?

-She is an extraordinary girl. Oh, sir, I hope there will come a moment when you just name her Belinda, sir, if you have to name her at all.

-We shall see, M-I-K-E. Earn it and I will call her by her name. Now finally remove your trousers and underwear.

If by removing my trousers and underwear I could start convincing him I was brave and I could earn his respect so he did not humiliate my wife, I would do it. And as I did I was meditating on the word humiliation. It is true that hearing my wife mentioned disdainfully did humiliate me. I was scared of what that man could do to me, but I would not feel humiliated. My thoughts suddenly saved me. I was the victim and I did not know then what I would have to do, but I would be forced and maybe raped, but humiliated? I thought that it was him who should feel humiliated. I had done nothing wrong, except fraud of course, for which I was now in jail. But I was the innocent victim now, so whatever happens, no humiliation, Mike, can you hear me? I remember I told myself in that moment.

I was shy at removing my trousers, not because I was ashamed that he was gonna see my nudity then, but because I felt I had a boner I could not understand. But since I had no more chance, I finally took them off and put them on my cell bed like the rest of my clothes. And there I was: buck naked and with a huge boner.

-Do not worry about that boner, M-I-K-E. Fear is a strong aphrodisiac and that is possibly what is happening to you. Now kiss me again and then we will start the pain test.

I was terrified at the words pain test but I did as he had ordered me and kissed him again. At least I was not shy for that. Then he showed me his boxing gloves and unexpectedly punched my face, not too strong, but even so it was painful enough. I was determined not to cry and show him no weakness. But after two more punches my tears began flowing down my face.

-You are crying, M-I-K-E.

-I cannot help it, sir, it’s really painful, but I won’t ask you to stop. You can keep on punching me.

And with only one more painful punch on my face, he told me.

-You are being brave, slave. Maybe you will soon earn what you are expecting and I will certainly call the bitch of your wife only Belinda.

Knowing that I said.

-Could you keep on beating me, sir?

Now he told me he was gonna punch my whole body and making boxer moves he started punching my chest, then my arms. He was having fun and I think that so far he had punched me 20 times. Now he started with my legs. I did count it now. They were 15 blows. Then he asked me to turn.

-It is a glorious ass you have, M-I-K-E –and he mercilessly started punching my ass as if it were his boxing bag and asked me to count. It was 10 blows and I had to say to each one of them: 1, sir, thank you sir… 2, sir, thank you, sir… and so on. And he asked me to turn again.

-One final blow now.

And cruelly then he aimed his boxing gloves to my balls and punched them too. The force of that pain almost made me fall. But he still had to punch my dick and he did. I was still hard; I did not understand it.

At last he took off his gloves and said the first stage of the pain test had just finished but there would be more to come and unexpectedly he came to my head and pulled out a hair. I yelled now: ouch!

-Painful, slave?

-Really painful, sir.

-So you want me to stop?

-Do what you have to do sir.

As if in response to my words, he came to my lips and kissed me again telling me at the same time I was being brave. I said thank you, sir. I hoped I was earning the right to not hear him again mention Belinda as a bitch.

-Soon the bitch of your wife will be named correctly, but meanwhile you have to call her bitch one more time as I keep on pulling hairs from parts of your body.

-Ok, Sir. I hope one day when I tell all this to the bitch of my wife, she can understand me and forgive me.

-Raise your arms.

And then he tugged at a hair of my left armpit. I screamed in pain again.

-Now your ass, M-I-K-E.

I braced myself for a new painful pull and indeed each part of my body he was pulling hair off was more painful.

-Turn, slave.

Then I closed my eyes imagining where the last yank would be and in fact he pulled out one of my public hair. I really yelled now but he told me he had finished the pain test just then. I said thank you, sir and his answer did make me happy.

-I will keep on talking about the bitch of your wife, but there might come a moment when your courage makes me stop calling her that. But the good news is that after now you will never have to do it again. You can call your wife just by her name.

-Oh, thank you, sir –I said really crying and in gratitude it was me now who kissed him.

-You’re braver and hotter than I thought, M-I-K-E. And now that the pain test is over you will begin the gay test.

-Are you gonna rape me, sir?

-That’s something I am still not sure about but it could happen. It would be a pity to let that glorious ass of yours go to waste. But do not think about that now. Remove my shoes and socks, slave.

With a terrified look, I did what he had ordered me and just then I noticed how he stank.

-I have not had a shower this whole week, M-I-K-E, and I have spent this morning at the gym. I know I stink but now you will have to lick my feet. Do not hesitate and give me a good footjob or the consequence would be that I might make you call your wife again the way you don’t want to mention her.

-I will say nothing then, sir and will lick your feet.

And I did start licking his left stinking foot and noticed his stench one more time. That would really be and ordeal. He noticed it and said.

-I know it’s not gonna be easy. Just think that time is passing and soon you will be left alone.

-Yes, Sir. –I said as I wrinkled my nose at the stench and thought I was gonna puke.

-You are brave, M-I-K-E, you can do it. –I perceived his face clearly having fun at my abuse. It was not humiliation since I had thought I would not allow myself to be humiliated whatever happens; but I was being abused. He had some sympathy for me when after just two minutes in one of his stinking feet; he told me I could go to his right stinking foot.

-You have to be more conscientious with my other foot and lick every toe. If you are good, you will only be two more minutes.

I started licking his right foot and I tried to be better cause I wanted that ordeal to finish. I certainly licked his five toes with mock affection but still with wrinkled nose and finally he did say what I was expecting. But I knew he would not stop there. He told me then.

-Now your first ordeal is finished. I know how hard it has been for you, but you can take it as a way to prove to yourself how resilient you are. And now you will lick both my pits.

-Yes, Sir –I said and he raised his left arm.

But after the ordeal of licking his stinking feet, I noticed that I could at least be calm for a while cause I was really enjoying that other stench. I was aware that I had gone completely hard by then and saw that he had noticed my big erection then.

-I think you might even like some gay thinks, M-I-K-E, so now I want you to cum with me. You haven’t cum so far and I want to see your sexy dick blasting a load with me. Masturbate now, it’s an order slave.

At least that was an easy to obey order. I said to myself that just as I would not allow myself to be humiliated I would not allow myself either to have a problem with enjoying a boy. So I started pumping my hard cock before him with no inhibitions and even told him: “thank you for this, sir.” He stopped me to kiss me one more time and then told me to go to his other armpit and remain there for as long as I desired till I shot my load. So I started now an eager licking of his right pit, totally horny and at the same time wondering what my wife could think of me when she knew I had enjoyed a man’s pit smell. But she allowed me to cheat her with girls. Could she allow her husband to cheat her with a boy too? I felt hotter than I ever had before in my sexual life prior to meeting Belinda, and I had to finally cum with that wonderful odour and as I was cumming I yelled: “thank you, sir.”

-You see, M-I-K-E? Not every gay thing is so hard. At least I have finally perceived that you have done something willingly and I am happy that you have cum. Now, slave, I think you know that sooner or later it would come to this. Be brave now for you have to give me a blowjob.

-Ok sir, I will.

He approached his hard cock to my mouth then and asked me to start blowing him but before I had the chance of learning how to suck a cock, I could notice that bastard was pissing in my mouth. I tried to resist but he forced his cock inside me and said I had to drink his whole stream. It was a strange feeling, for that putrid river was disgusting but was at the same time arousing and I knew I could cum with it, but I would not give him the satisfaction to see me cumming with his pee. When he finished, he told me to keep on blowing him as he talked.

-You see, M-I-K-E, many men swallow piss and more filthy things and after now you will also be called H-A-RR-Y’s toilet.

Never stopping the blowjob I asked him.

-Oh, sir, can you please tell me all I will have to face yet, all you’re gonna do to me?

-I will also spit in your mouth, you will have to eat my shit and my puke and I am sorry to tell you that I will finally rape you. Now you know everything. Keep on sucking my cock till I cum or I would have to beat you again and I don’t want to do that to such a hot man.

I had no more chance and I kept on sucking his cock, first timidly then with more enthusiasm as an idea came to my mind that I thought could save me a lot of mental anguish. Since I entered jail, I had feared being raped one day and I would be raped next, or wouldn’t I? Maybe not if he listened to me and accepted what I was going to tell him next. With this thought in my mind I must have really increased my power of moving my tongue in his shaft, which was incredibly not disgusting for me and after having admitted I had enjoyed his pits I could certainly admit I was also enjoying the taste of his dick and the first blowjob I was giving. I certainly must have improved his arousal cause he instantly came in my mouth. Well, the taste of his juice was not disgusting and now I had to see if I could tell him what I had thought.

-Sir, before I am done some more things, can I speak calmly with you for a while and have my say?

-That would not prevent you to do what I have already decided you will have to do. But you can talk.

-Well, sir, let me tell you that since I was imprisoned my greatest fear has been to be raped. But as I was sucking your sexy cock, sir, I was thinking I could prevent that, sir, and it is simpler than I could have thought.

-How is it possible, slave?

-You will stick your dick in my ass later, Sir, but tell me the truth: would you prefer to rape a man or would you rather fuck him with his consent?

-Will you give me your ass willingly, M-I-K-E?

-Sir, I have already been called H-A-RR-Y’s slave. So let me first say that my name is also H-A-RR-Y’s toilet and I will swallow everything you want me to swallow. And many men have been fucked and I will also be fucked whatever I feel, but it will be with my consent. That is, sir, all of it will be voluntary but on one condition.

-Tell me.

-Both you and I will stop humiliating my wife, sir. And if you do that I am yours.

-Will you really surrender to my will if I accept that condition?

-Indeed, sir.

-Then kiss me again, M-I-K-E –and we kissed again, affectionately now. I could perceive that he was even moved I had submitted to his will-. Well, slave, first I want to apologize for having humiliated your wife. I am sure she’s the greatest of girls and sure how happy you are with each other and I hope you will always be happy next to each other. Let me apologize again: you are really a brave and hot man. Hope you also apologize to her on my behalf when you see her again.

-Thank you, Sir –and it was me now who kissed him, moved that he had done what I wanted him to do and finally my wife could be left alone. I would do now anything for his fun. I had no more grudges. We understood each other now and whatever I felt, I would do everything he told me.

-And now, H-A-RR-Y, sir, you will have a lot of fun with your M-I-K-E, your H-A-RR-Y’s slave and your H-A-RR-Y’s toilet, my three names. You will have now a willing slave ready to prolong your fun.

-So ok, M-I-K-E, let us kiss again. I will start by spitting in your mouth.

And he really spat five times, a shorter time than I was expecting. But I did not mind his spitting and smiled at him.

-And now slave, I will be kissing and puking in your stomach. You will do all that I told you that you would have to do but I hope I will not hurt much my willing slave. Open your mouth.

I obeyed him and opened my mouth as with a wide smile now I suffered him to kiss me again and I got ready to eat puke now for the first time in my life. But whatever I felt it was all gonna be different now.