Attacked in jail

Chapter 3 – LETTERS OF LUST AND LOVE.

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

It was 10 o’clock the next morning when my cell door opened again and I saw a smiling master telling me he had come only to piss now if I still desired to be his urinal. Of course with a happy face I told him I had been looking forward to his return and wanted to drink a new stream of his. I asked him whether I should not take my clothes off first.

-I have very little time, M-I-K-E. I cannot do a lot things now, just piss. Open your mouth.

I opened my mouth and braced myself to be rained again a new torrent coming from his bladder. I started drinking and my mind returned to yesterday’s ordeal. It had certainly been an ordeal first but later it became a day of discoveries. I remembered everything that had happened to me yesterday and it was more certain for me as I was drinking his salty pee that I wanted to become that man’s urinal. Or more if one day I got my wife’s permission. His stream was long and I drank and drank saying nothing, and once he was drained he thanked me and I told him.

-Sir, I sent a letter to Belinda this morning. But I have a copy here if you want to read it now. I thought I should disguise a little what I said in case this letter is inspected, so I have certainly mentioned to her that it was a man called Harry, but I did not tell her he was a prison officer or the fact that it was in my cell, Sir. I just told her it was a man who made me do a lot of things and made me call him H-A-RR-Y and gave me three humiliating names and was about to rape me but I changed my mind and he fucked me. I had told her the important fact that I have enjoyed, even his excrements and I ask her permission to be his toilet and slave as far as I have to be in prison. Soon, next Monday, I will have a conjugal visit, Sir, and I will tell her the true facts that it was in my cell and it was a prison officer called Harry, Sir. Do you want to read it now?

-Indeed I have a lot of work this morning and I cannot remain here, my hot slave. Will you go to the bar at eleven?

-I will, Sir.

-Then you can take the letter there and I can read it. Now listen to me, M-I-K-E. You must understand first that I will call you only Mike in the bar. And you can sometimes call me Sir. It is respectful enough for a man to call his lawyer. Remember I am your lawyer now, slave. But you will also call me Harry, understood? Our security must be first and if ever I become your master, I want us to be friends and I would like you to be free and call me Harry whenever you want. Call me by my name now.

-Thank you, Harry. Now if you allow me I’d rather call you by your name and Sir in the bar and only master H-A-RR-Y whenever we are in my cell. So ok, sir, I’ll meet you in the bar at eleven and I will bring the copy of the letter I have sent to Belinda this morning.

-So, kiss me slave and so long. It is a real pleasure to have met you, M-I-K-E.

We kissed passionately for a couple of minutes and then he left. I had time to jack off again thinking about him till it was at last eleven o’clock, the hour when prisoners could go to the bar.

We both arrived at the same time, he saw me and said: hello, Mike.

I understood he had to call me Mike now, so I answered back calling him Harry but adding Sir.

-Let’s order something. Today you are invited. What would you drink?

-Cafe-au-lait, Sir.

He ordered the same and after a while we sat down, comfortably away from the crowd and I instantly took the letter out from my trousers pocket.

-Please read it, Sir.

-Ok, since you want me to read it, I will.

And he started reading what I had written to my wife.

“My dearest Belinda, I could never find the words to express to you how much I miss you, how much I love you. If my stay in jail is bitter and I know I still have to wait a lot to see you and kiss you and we can finally make love as we usually do, I must say that my mind often diverts to thoughts about you. I am remembering the day we met, there on our favourite beach and…”

But just then he interrupted his reading and said.

-I’m not sure I should read this, Mike.

Then I put my hand on his to reassure him and said, calling him Harry, for I knew he’d rather I used his name in such an intimate moment.

-Harry, I would like you to always be my master, but I would really desire you were always my best friend and you must know how I love her and know some of my secret feelings. Please keep on reading.

-Ok, Mike, I also want to be your friend. I will keep on reading if you only call me Harry here.

So it was that I got used to calling him Harry in the bar and H-A-RR-Y, master or sir whenever we were in our cell. He resumed the reading then.

“… and being nudists as we are we met there and soon we started to make love. I will always have a mental pic of that first night with the moon reflected on your boobs. How we fell in love and started a couple with our own rules, with the agreement that we could cheat each other. But I have something to tell you, my love, you know the fear I have always have, after entering jail, of being raped. Well, Belinda, something happened to me yesterday that I want to tell you. I was not exactly raped but I was close. I learnt in that moment that I could change my mind and give that man my consent. It is a man called Harry, and finally he fucked me. And not only that.”

Then I went on telling my wife the true facts of what happened yesterday, just omitting that Harry was a prison officer and it had been in my cell. I told her I had found a man who was wearing boxing gloves and started to box with my naked body and next had given me more pain pulling at my hair. Later I had had to do gay things, suck his cock and lick his entire body. But finally I was forced to eat his excrements and was finally fucked. I told her too.

“That man who had made me call him H-A-RR-Y and who still called me M-I-K-E and more was a bastard at first and knowing I was married, started to call you the bitch of my wife and even forced me to call you like that. So forgive me, my love, I had to inevitably do it. I hope you can forgive me. But just then I discovered that I could stop him humiliating you if I was willing to surrender to him and I told him.”

Harry’s face had been going, I noticed it clearly, through many different stages, and I sensed he was quite embarrassed then, fully realizing the enormity of what he had done to me previously but my hand was still stroking his and telling him: “just water under the bridge now, Harry” and he continued reading.

“So I was called H-A-RR-Y’s slave and also H-A-RR-Y’s toilet and I finally had to swallow piss, spitting, shit and puke and maybe you don’t understand me but perhaps knowing that we understood each other now, I certainly enjoyed all that, even shot my load sometimes with that dirt and later he did fuck me at last. It was painful at first but it soon changed from pain to pleasure. I hope you don’t mind your husband telling you that he enjoyed a man yesterday. I want to be his slave and toilet as far as I am in prison. I know I have your consent to cheat you with a girl. All I want to ask you is: could I have also your consent to cheat you with a boy? I will never again do it if you tell me not to. But if you grant me your permission, I want to be, in the sixteen months I still have to live here, Harry’s slave and toilet.”

“Hoping you are not angry at me for what I have just told you, and wanting to know your sincere opinion (I will certainly do whatever you tell me), I must say goodbye now, always hoping that we can see each other again soon and of course telling you one more time how much I love you, my dearest Belinda.

Kisses from Mike.”

Harry’s eyes were moist when he finished reading the letter and he finally sighed.

-I cannot feel more embarrassed now, Mike, knowing I humiliated the greatest of girls. Oh, what a great woman she is. I should be apologizing to you and her all my life.

-But I don’t want you to do that, Harry. No need to apologize again; I know how you appreciate us both now and that’s enough for me. Come on, Sir. Before I get my wife’s permission, you can piss in my mouth every day and I can jack you off.

-Our situation is insecure, Harry, I cannot go to your cell many times every day. So you’d better wait for me in your cell at half past three in just your shorts. I’ll piss you again and then you can remove your shorts. I will take my clothes off too, but not today, only some days. I’ll just take my dick out and if you really want me to be your master, it will be mutual masturbation again.

-Ok, Harry, be it as you wish. I’ll wait for you at half past three. You can be sure I will be in just my shorts and we can have pleasure again. I need to make you cum, Harry. The free hour is almost over; I have to return to my cell now. So long, Harry.

For three days I awaited him in my cell clad only in my shorts. He always told me the hour he would come. He entered, locked the door and next ordered me to get naked. Then he took his sexy dick out and pissed me first. I drank happily a long stream and always gave him the satisfaction to see me hard as I was drinking. Of course later, he sat on my cell bed and we were quietly jacking each other off for minutes till we both blasted our loads. That was for three days till on Sunday finally I had Belinda’s answer in a letter that I read alone in my cell and could not help but cry, totally moved at my wife’s words. O how I loved her. Of course that day in the bar I watched Harry again, told him Belinda had answered and I wanted him to read my wife’s letter too. He grasped the letter and started to read.

“My dearest Mike. It will be difficult for me but I will try to tell you how your letter has increased the love I feel for you. I love you more now and of course I am not angry at you. I always regarded you as a hot man but even so you have surprised me as the hottest and most courageous of husbands. I’m really happy one day I met you and fell in love with you. But I must confess I have read your letter four times and on two occasions I read it finger fucking myself. Hope that if a prison officer is reading this letter, he would not censor it; he could simply be feeling some of the lust I feel for you.”

Reading the letter Harry was then crying his eyes out and I stroked his hand again and started weeping with him, remembering the words Belinda had written.

-Ok, Mike, I will not insult you by apologizing again, but you must know how embarrassed I feel reading your wife’s words. I will only say again that she is the best girl in the world and anything I can do for her and you, I will always do. Hope you always count me as a friend.

-You can keep on reading, Harry, Sir.

“It is so hot to imagine you enjoying a boy. I know you have not cheated me so far, but I am glad you are cheating me now, and with another boy! Now I will always be hot imagining a dick up your ass and though I know it must have been painful for you at first, I can even feel your pleasure with it later. Believe me all you had done makes you more of a man for me and I see you now with eyes more in love than before. And I am also horny knowing you enjoyed excrements.”

“So, you wanted my permission and you will have my permission. I know how bitter your stay in prison will be and I know being that man’s slave can be your salvation. So keep on enjoying him sexually and also being his toilet. All I will add is I wanna try anal sex with you one day, but not getting pig with you, not with you. And have some common sense, please. Eat that man’s excrements but only sometimes. Always be healthy.”

“And also bring my appreciation to that Harry. I even hope that one day he can read my letter. So now I will address him: Harry, I don’t know you yet but I entreat you to always make my husband happy. Make him your slave and take care that his time in prison is a happy time: I know it can be happy with you and of course you have my permission. I have nothing to forgive you for. Yes, you called me a bitch, but you do not know me at all and it was a part of my husband’s humiliation that later made him so happy. So forget forever that. I will only add that I hope I can meet you one day.”

“Finally, Mike, it will be a long time till we can touch and kiss each other but my wait will be easier imagining my husband having gay sex every day and enjoying. And your time will be shorter with Harry. You can now become his slave in earnest with my permission. How I love you, Mike. You will always be the love of my life. A kiss from the deepest of my soul.

So long, Belinda” 

-So, Harry Sir, we can both begin a happy time now. We have Belinda’s permission. I told you she was a great girl.

-Much greater than I thought. Ok, Mike, you will be my slave now. Hope you can soon reunite with her and make love again to the best of girls. Now I hope you always enjoy being my slave. I still can’t believe I can have sex every day with such a sexy boy. All I ask you is to remember that one day I wanna give you a blowjob and I will also want you to fuck me.

-It is not necessary, Sir. I will think about it, but just let me bottom and make you cum daily. I have to return to my cell now. So long again, Harry, and now I can say it: so long, master. I’ll be waiting for you.

He had told me he would arrive again at half past three and there he was, already in my cell, and I nursed a huge boner prior to pulling down my shorts. Of course the first thing he did was pissing me and later with his clothes on he said now he could fuck me and he was gonna fuck me, but he would be a short time in my cell every day and fucking me would be the only thing today. A blowjob again would be the next day. But I was happy the time to be again H-A-RR-Y’s slave had begun in earnest and this time on all fours on the floor, he finally pushed his dick inside me. I had asked him for a brutal fuck, for I wanted to show him my devotion, and he ramrodded me hard as my mind was returning to some days ago and remembering the unexpected pleasure that it had been for me being fucked. The fucking was brutal but short. He was also very horny knowing that now he could have me every day, at least for sixteen months, for he believed when I was finally released I would dump him, and he filled my ass with cum in one of his longest streams. Then we kissed as lovers for some minutes and he left me for that day. I remained the next of that day with his semen in my ass. It was a reminder for me that H-A-RR-Y had finally become my desired master.

Next day it was Monday again and at ten in the morning I was contemplating my wife’s pretty countenance one more time. I broke down seeing again the girl I knew I would love till the day I die. Seeing I was crying she broke down with me for a while till she told me: “come on, Mike, we have a short time to be together now. Let us talk”. And I kissed her lips through the glass separating us.

She told me some trivia about her life without me, always telling me how she missed me and I answered back with I love you, Belinda. But finally she asked me.

-Are you happy with Harry now?

Then I told her I really was but also told her what she still did not know: the important facts that I had been humiliated in my cell and that Harry was a prison officer. I also told her he would soon become a lawyer and would take care of our affairs. She urged me to satisfy him now and enjoy him. Oh what a girl and how I loved her!

-I know you never cheated me, Mike, even though I did cheat you and we have that agreement, so I’d be more than glad that you finally have sex with somebody else and it makes me horny to know it is with a boy. Have sex with him, but just remember that as for excrements you must have some common sense and eat them scarcely.

I was blushing then but she reassured me.

-Be whatever you want with him, my love.

-Ok, Belinda, but I’d be happier if I know you are cheating me too in this long time of wait. Have you been with another man these months?

-I haven’t been able to. I have missed you so much.

-Do it then. I will be having sex in jail, so it’s only fair that you have some fun also.

-Ok, I will whenever I have a chance. Or I can call again one of my friends with whom you know I sometimes have sex. But no matter how lustful I can be with them. As every time I’ve had sex with another dude, I will always think I will return to you at last and love you for the rest of my life.

The bell rang which told us it was time for the visit to finish so telling each other again how much we loved, Belinda finally left. Of course I told Harry that very day in the bar. Later in my cell it was time at last to give him a new blowjob. Fortunately he made me lick his pits again with which I came a second time.

Now my sixteen months slipped from my hand. I still had to live a long time in jail but I awaited my master every day, horny as hell, and with him in the afternoons and every morning in the bar getting to know the wonderful man he was; and thinking about Belinda every evening in my cell before going to bed, of course wanking over her with love increased; I could not love her more now; my long time in jail was easier for me and slipped away quickly.

He had the habit of fucking me one day, with all his clothes on, and the next day he did strip and ordered me to give him a blowjob, and then lick his feet and pits, sometimes also his ass. But soon I checked that he was shy to come with some smell and his feet never smelled so I had to tell him.

-Sir, please, I really want you to see your M-I-K-E’s devotion. I promised you I would lick your sexy body when you were smelly and I want you to smell, and yes, also your feet. You have to see your submissive slave getting used to your flavours and checking that he enjoys it. So I beg you please Sir to come to my cell with a lot of smell on you. A week’s smell, please, master H-A-RR-Y.

At last he compromised and it was a party for me when he came to my cell unwashed for a week. First I gave him a blowjob; next I licked his pits and always blasted a load with them and last with a lot of fears he ordered me to lick his feet. I did not wrinkle my nose at his smell now and though it cost me some time to get used to that smell I finally liked all my master’s scent and one day I was wanking with his stinking feet and I shot my load with a wide smile for him to see I had really enjoyed that smell too.

So we started a glorious routine of being fucked one day, and licking his whole body, dirty or not, the other day. Excrements were scarce except piss, which he gave me every day. Sometimes snot, gobs and farts. But he only shat in my mouth eleven more times and so it was finally twelve times including that first day, but I always ate with an appetite. Puke was more frequent since he also sensed that I liked it more. I also counted the times. I was puked twenty times during my stay in jail as his slave and toilet.

My wife’s visits were frequent and I was overjoyed whenever she told me she had had sex with another dude but she always mentioned she masturbated at least once a day thinking about me. I said I did exactly the same, some days more than once. My master also told me he sometimes had sex with boys especially cause it was easier to find a boy to have sex with but sometimes also with girls. I counted three girls during the time I was his slave. His words only made me hornier and I wanted to please his whole body and often he allowed me to do it.

And at last there came the day when I was gonna be released from jail. It was a Monday in December and I would be released at 7. In the bar that morning I noticed my master with wet eyes all the time and in his words it was clear he thought now I would dump him.

-Today you will be free, again, Mike, free to continue with your life loving that hot girl you have for a wife. Now I hope you don’t forget me and we can sometimes see each other and maybe have a drink remembering old times.

-Sir, let me assure you that I am now at least your client, since you are still my lawyer, and my friend and I want to keep your friendship for life. But I will also ask Belinda if I can continue to be your slave and if she grants me her permission, I will always be your M-I-K-E. But today we still have time for a final session in jail, Sir.

-So when I go to your cell at half past three for the last time you will be the one to choose what you want to do.

And when he came to my cell for the last session in jail I told him I wanted him naked and then I would give him a blowjob, lick his feet, next his pits and last I would desired to be fucked again. Fortunately he was smelly when he did strip and first gave me his last stream of piss in jail. Then I gave him a blowjob and did all I had told him I would do and I came when blowing him, licking his stinking feet; by now he was sure I adored his feet smell; and of course I came again with his wonderful ripe pits and one last time when I was fucked, last time in jail, and my ass wanted to thank him for the sixteen wonderful months he had given me. When he came at last, he started to cry but I reassured him again. He gave me the address of a bar, the 21st century, where we could meet tomorrow. And I kissed him affectionately again thanking him for everything and saying: see you again tomorrow, Sir, you can be sure.

Finally it was seven o’clock of that wonderful December afternoon when I was gonna be free again. Of course Belinda was there waiting for me. The moment we saw each other, already out of jail, we kissed as if we had never before kissed. She told me she loved me and of course I said the same once and again. She made me enter our car; she was gonna drive me home at last. I saw the city moving; it touched me that I could see the city again. Both of us repeating a thousand times I love you, we finally reached home. Now I had to make love to that wonderful girl, my wife, again. What would become of me and Harry after today? Only Belinda had the answer.