Attacked in jail

Chapter 4 – FIRST SESSION OUT OF JAIL.

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

Once I was again at home we had to kiss after two years we hadn’t been able to. We were kissing like maniacs for longer than ten minutes when I could notice Belinda was starting to take off my clothes. I soon started to do the same to her. And two minutes later I could watch her naked again, that hot girl I had thought about so often. But we kept on kissing as she led me to the couch and then asked me to fuck her.

-Tonight in bed you will fuck me in the ass. But now, prior to eating something together again, I ask you to fuck my pussy.

Two years of pent up lust made me start quickly. My dick was again inside her cunt, fucking after months of not fucking. It was like the first time I was shagging that hot girl and her hot cunt clenched as if it were not used to being fucked. I knew well other boys entered her but finally it was me again, her husband, the man she loved. I perceived her love for me had increased in all these months we had been separated and now she yelled when I was piercing her, she kissed me, touched me and even sniffed me and she told me once and again she was hornier now she knew I had usually had sex with a boy. I took longer than the first time indeed. I remembered once I had been fucking her for half an hour. Now it wasn’t that long but I could hold back my orgasm for more than twenty minutes, till finally I was filling again a condom inside her pussy. I cried my happiness and we kept on kissing for two minutes.

We went naked to the kitchen then. She was warming up the meal now, my favourite meal: vegetable stew, and as she prepared dinner she asked me to tell her all about Harry. I said ok but told her I would call him H-A-RR-Y. I started telling her the truth about the abuse the first day and she saw that I had a big boner nonetheless. She finally put our dinner on the table and I noticed she started to finger fuck herself with what I was telling her. So I also started to jack off and told her the rest: all my months in jail being H-A-RR-Y’s slave and H-A-RR-Y’s toilet and of course M-I-K-E. She told me she did not mind I talked even of excrements as we were dining. But thinking about Harry made me blast a load in my wife’s presence.

-Good, Mike. Now keep on telling me your devotion to him till I squirt. It really makes me horny.

I kept on talking seeing my wife rather than jealous was horny as hell. I talked for ten more minutes, stating her my happiness with him and she finally said she would squirt. She filled the floor now with a long river of her hot female fluid. And finally she asked me.

-Tell me the truth, Mike. You need him, don’t you?

-I do, Belinda.

-And you want to keep him as your master, don’t you?

-He’s a perfect man and we are really good friends now but I will only do whatever you tell me.

Then her words came to me as thunder.

-You can keep him, my love. And if being his slave makes you happy, you can continue to be, even his toilet. I only ask you to have some common sense for that and remember we love each other and I never want you to infect me with a venereal disease. But keep on having sex with him. I will always love you more if you do. But also tell him something on my behalf.

And she told me then. I could not believe my wonderful wife granted me permission to keep on being Harry’s slave and toilet and she had told me something more in addition. She must have noticed my gratitude at her words. We finished dinner then and she told me now we would go to bed and I should fuck her up her ass.

I hesitated. I desired to fuck her ass but did not want to give her any pain. But she lied on her back so I could see her eyes and once again offered her butt to her husband. So I gathered momentum and drove my dick in her virgin ass at last. I could see in her eyes it was being painful to her but she never stopped asking me for more, telling me now I should be brave and pop her cherry. I started to relax watching her resilience and knowing she really desired to be fucked up the ass by her husband. First time it hurts, I told her, but then she kissed me, and kissing I was for two more minutes till she told me now it did not hurt at all.

-Go on, Mike, my love. You have to cum in my ass and you will fuck me in the ass many more times.

It was easier now and more arousing. Once again I was pleasing my wife and I took all the time in the world now. I fucked her ass for ten more minutes till she saw in my eyes I could not hold it any longer and it was she who asked me to cum in her ass for the first time. I shot a huge load inside her and she kissed me again and assured me we would do this often and now I had one more hole of hers to fuck. She told me again she wanted me to meet Harry tomorrow and tell him all we had planned I would say. Then we slept together again after two years and first exchanged a lot of love words.

The next day at the appointed time I was already in the bar 21st century and I awaited Harry, who had not yet arrived. It was an aroused wait knowing I would continue to be his slave, something he still did not know. But soon he came, approached me and said.

-Hello, Mike.

-Hello, Sir –I said but he stopped me.

-Only Mike and Harry here, please.

-Ok, Harry.

-So have you made love to your wonderful girl at last? –he asked.

He was first concerned about us and wanted the love between my wife and me never to end. So I told him all we had done last night. He said I had no need to tell him marital secrets but I said he was my friend and would always be and had the right to know the things that occupied my heart, and even my crotch.

-And you are not only my best friend, Harry but I also got my wife’s permission to be your slave for as long as you want me, for life if you want.

-Are you serious, Mike?

-Yes, Harry. But I will tell you more things and all I am going to tell you, my wife knows and likes it.

-Tell me, Mike.

-I am remembering Sir the first time when you were abusing me in my cell. You really had a boner when you were boxing with my vulnerable naked body and when you were pulling my hair. I want to submit to you more, much more, Harry. I have to really show you my devotion. I would like us to have a session today and do anything with you, Sir. Now we will be in private and we can do anything. And just the same as I learnt to love the smell of your feet, I will surely enjoy you boxing with my naked body and pulling my hair again. Oh please do all this, Harry, today and every day.

-I live very close. We can have a session later in my house. I have a large basement and garage I want to show you and there we would be quietly enjoying our relationship master and slave again.

-I have something more to tell you, Harry.

-Tell me.

-Well, Sir, I know you can be a bit nervous about this but I will tell you. Belinda not only knows everything, not only wants you to really give me one of the best sessions of my life today, but she wants something more.

-Something more?

-You see, Sir. She wants to meet you and knowing you are bisexual she wants to have sex with you. I hope we have time for a long session today but when we finish she wants us to go to a bar below our house, called The lightning. She will be waiting for us there at about ten and there we can talk and know one another better and later we could go up to our house and have some sex. She wouldn’t mind seeing me as your slave.

-Oh, what a great woman Belinda is. Did I already tell you? I am moved at her words but tell me, Mike, with hand on heart: how would you feel seeing me having sex with no other than your wife, for Christ’s sake?

-The two people I like most in this world, Harry, she and you, may have some carnal knowledge before me, and that would be heaven.

-Then I agree that we would have a long session and later we would go to The lightning and I would meet her. That’s the only thing I can promise you now. I cannot tell you that your wife and I, and you of course, will have some sex. But listen to me, Mike, you want to be my slave and there is one condition you will have to necessarily accept. You are devoted to me but there is a thing I’ve never done with you and you have to allow me to do it.

-What is it, Sir? –I asked thinking he would mention a new painful game.

-You have to let me blow you. Think twice about it, Mike, or I won’t be your master after all if you never allow me that great pleasure. One day I will convince you to fuck me. But so far you can be my slave only if you accept that condition. We will have a session now and I won’t blow you in it. I want to give you my first blowjob in front of your wife. Do you understand?

-I see I have no choice, Harry. Ok, so be it. You will be allowed to blow me at last.

-Good, and now if you want we can really go to my house and have fun. But first I want you to see it.

He led me to his house, on the first floor. It was indeed large and comfortable and was very luminous. Even there we could have a wonderful session. But he still had to lead me to his basement and no sooner I saw it, I was horny. It was also good as his garage and was big and dark, not really dirty but filled with junk all over and in there was his black van. I told him it was a perfect place to be at his mercy again and asking me one more time if I liked it, and when I answered I really like it Sir, he finally gave me the order I was expecting.

-And now, you hot M-I-K-E, my first order in this house will be of course that you must strip completely of your clothes as a good slave should do. My boxing gloves are here and I’ll put them on as you strip.

He took his boxing gloves from a chest of drawers and put them on as I was pulling off my shirt. He started then to do boxing moves again as he saw how I took off shoes and socks and pulled down my pants. I noticed I had one of my biggest erections then. When I finally removed my briefs the erection was evident and then it aroused me when he started to punch my face. I told him: as hard as you want, Sir. And when he started boxing with my naked chest, I asked him.

-Permission to jack off, master H-A-RR-Y, Sir?

-You wanna jack off as I box with your body?

-I wanna cum with almost everything you do to me today, Sir. Cumming a lot of times will be a sign of how happy I want to see you and how I need you to always be my master, Sir.

I was hornier than ever before when I was mercilessly punched in my arms and legs now. It was an ordeal the only time he had done that to me, but I still did not know him. Now I did know him and I was devoted to him. It was hurting me again but I showed him a wide smile and asked him to take as long as he wanted in my vulnerable naked body now as I continued beating my meat for him to see what desire he caused me. Now he was punching my defenseless ass and I knew that gave him a lot of fun and asked for more. Finally he told me he would not punch my dick today since I was busy with it, but would punch my balls. I smiled and only said yes, Sir. The blow in my balls finally came and with that pain I could not hold it and I shot a big load now, my first one that day and said: thank you, Sir.

He took off his gloves now and asked me if I wanted him to pull my hair. Always smiling I implored him: please Sir, have that fun too and see your M-I-K-E’s devotion.

I had a stubble now and said he would begin there. The pulling was painful but I remembered other parts of my body where it had been more painful. I braced myself for more excruciating hair pulls but all the time I was smiling. Now he yanked the hair on my head. I could withstand it and of course he came now to my right pit, and pulled slowly and painfully but my wide smile all the time gave him confidence and he asked if he should continue. I told him of course, Sir, and as I was expecting he searched in my ass for more hair to pull and he did. The strong pain did not stop me from smiling at him and saying thank you Sir and please go on. I was not jacking off then for I knew I would jack off again with other things. He told me he would finally pull my pubic hair and that would be the end of the torture. I told him nothing was torture with him but always utter pleasure. And then he confidently pulled one last time. The pain was too much again but I would stand any pain for him and even told him now he could do this in every session we had. He told me now to open my mouth for he had to piss. Of course I obeyed and opened my mouth. His dick came to rest inside and he was in no doubt I would drink his pee again, one of the things I had enjoyed more in jail. Now the first time he pissed me out of jail he had a long stream that I drank as if I had always been thirsty and needed his piss to quench my thirst. After three minutes giving me his yellow liquid to drink, he stopped. He asked me if I wanted more things. That was H-A-RR-Y, always negotiating with me for my pleasure. When I answered I wanted everything, he told me at last it was time to lick his feet again.

So I devotedly knelt on the basement floor and started to lick his right foot this time. It had a little smell but I had known a greater smell on his feet I had begun to really appreciate. Now it was only a slight perfume. I had to show him how I had learnt to love that scent and that was a perfect moment to wank again. I thoroughly licked every pore of his right foot and never stopping my masturbation I gave him now five more minutes of devoted licking of his left foot till I asked him permission to cum. He told me of course M-I-K-E, you hot slave, and I busted a new load again with his aromatic feet. When I asked him what now, Sir, please make me do a lot of things for your pleasure, he answered.

-Well, slave, tonight I will finally have your cock in my mouth but now it is time for you to make me cum and give me a blowjob.

-Right now, Sir.

It was a ritual that I always started licking his balls for a long time, till I finally licked his sexy rod in no hurry and I reached his head and started sensuously licking it prior to gulping it down completely. That cock had made me really happy in jail and now I had to show him that I needed him in my freedom. Repeating “I’m yours, master H-A-RR-Y” I was sucking his wonderful tool in no hurry, taking pleasure to every nerve of his baby-making muscle, slowly and crying with affection to that hot man who had changed my life. Of course I was jacking off again, something I had often done when sucking his cock. Both our dicks moved to the same arousing rhythm, his in my mouth, experiencing what my saliva and my tongue could do for his pleasure; mine being savagely pumped by my hand and about to burst. But after five more minutes of expertly sucking he yelled that he was cumming and wanted to see me cum with him. And finally both of us added more sperm to his already dirty basement floor.

-Time to enjoy again my pits. I know how you like them and I have been running for a couple of hours this morning just in case my hot slave would lick them today. Now you can. Be in them for as long as you desire now.

He knew that was the thing I preferred above all things and I said ok, I now felt like devouring his ripe pits for at least half an hour. I was quietly savouring one in no hurry, knowing my master wanted me to take long for my pleasure. Never stopping to beat my hard cock, I relished again that aroma, his incense, his manly odour which drove me crazy. It had made me crazy my first difficult day when I was abused and that smell had been enough to change abuse to pleasure and he knew that. So I showed him the face of a man crazy with pleasure the long, long time I was in his right pit till I freely decided to change to his left pit and have a second aromatic feast in it now. “I would take your scent with me, master H-A-RR-Y, to perfume my room together with the clean smell of my wife’s body and it can be there whenever I wake up, whenever I enter my room, to accompany me in my happy sleep, to have you always there with me when we are not together.” He had learnt to read in the contortion of my facial features when I was reaching orgasm and now said: “do it one more time, my hot slave, fill the floor with a new cum over the thing you like most” and I yelled as my sperm added more dirt to the dirt of his basement floor.

First he asked me again whether I was happy and whether I wanted to do more things and I answered I was happy as a clam at high tide and I wanted all.

-Ok, slave, but you won’t rim my ass today. I want to shit, to puke and to fuck you. Tell me the order you prefer.

-Ok, Sir, not to take you to g-spot now if you don’t want –I had taken him to g-spot twice in jail- but I can rim you as you shit in my mouth. Oh please Sir. I also want to do it.

-Good, M-I-K-E.

-And as for the order… you see, Sir, I would like your tasty products in my stomach as you are fucking me one more time, and you know I love your scrumptious shit but your puke makes me enter heaven every time I’m lucky enough to eat it.

-So the order you want is shit, puke and fuck, isn’t it?

-Yes, Sir.

-Ok, so come to my ass, M-I-K-E. You will rim me a long while and next I will fart and shit.

So that was my next room in his perfumed body, his sexy ass, that of course I started rimming as if my life depended on it. My tongue had to transmit pleasure to every area of his body and now after cock, feet and pits it was the turn of his tasty ass. He soon farted in my mouth but only once. I was used to this. Every time I had rimmed him in jail he gave me just one fart but it was enough. Now his ass was even more perfumed as I kept on licking, awaiting a new amount of his tasty shit, which also came soon. My master was already confident enough whenever he shat me, knowing well I would eat all the shit he fed me with no complaint. The first time in freedom that I tasted shit made me know that for that I didn’t need freedom. I wanted to always be a prisoner to my master’s shit and I ate three big turds beating my meat till he told me there was no more and I shot a new load of jizz for him to see that I was also able to cum with his crap.

He kissed my mouth a long while with a lot of affection till he made up his mind to discharge a new load of tasty puke in my stomach. He told me he had eaten fish today on purpose knowing how I appreciated his fish vomit. What you puke has different tastes according to what you have eaten and he knew well enough I loved when he ate fish and digested it for me to eat later. With a huge smile painted on my countenance and wildly jerking off in that especially pig and desired moment he kissed and puked, sure that he was pleasing me. Rain the product of your bowels in my stomach, master H-A-RR-Y. You know your M-I-K-E is more than happy to be your obedient toilet eating the scrumptious things you produce. It was one of the times he’d had more to puke me and I ate and ate in no hurry, savouring his fish and whacking off. But all pleasures must come to an end sooner or later. He told me so I could cum again if I so desired. With some of his vomit still in my mouth I shot the umpteenth load onto the basement floor and happy continued eating the remnants of his puke I still had in my mouth and obediently without saying a single word I jumped to the top of his mat and lied there on my back awaiting now my master’s dick to give me my first fuck out of jail. But I told him.

-I’m yours, Sir. I will always be; come on, make me yours one more time.

He came to the mat then, approached me and plunged his cock in my ass unceremoniously. I moaned and wanked, wanting to achieve a new cum for him in that session. He had fucked me in jail an average of three times a week and my ass was used to his long tool, with a sufficient hole opened for him to enjoy, as I enjoyed every time he pierced my flesh.

-It’s being one hell of a session, Sir; I don’t know how to thank you.

-You’re thanking me with your many cums.

-I will tell Belinda later; I know she will be happy seeing happiness in my face.

-What a great girl you have. I still cannot believe that she allows her husband to be fucked.

-You will meet her today, Sir. I’m sure she will talk to you about me and her permission for you to fuck me.

-Ok, M-I-K-E, I promised you I will meet her but that’s all I can promise. I really desire to know your wife now. But I can promise nothing more.

All that time he was going even deeper with his shaft and I urged him to dig a wider hole for him since my ass was his to fuck whenever he wanted. He told me we could have a session once a week, not more frequently, for I had to continue my conjugal life. I said it was ok and added he should tell me when he was cumming so that we both could cum at the same time.

-Then now, M-I-K-E –and then both of us screamed our happiness with two twins eruptions of semen, his bathing my ass, mine bathing his chest.

-We have sealed a deal today, slave, about how we want to live after now. But so that it can be perfect I also need to hear your wife’s permission and know what she really thinks about all this. So, ok, slave, now let’s first go to the toilet: I have to wipe my ass and you must brush your teeth. Your wife cannot see you with all that dirt. Later we will return to the basement, put our clothes on and leave in my van.

-Going, Sir –and buck naked we went up the stairs to his bathroom.

Prior to brushing my teeth and while he was wiping his ass, as I sensed he was nervous, I asked him.

-Are you worried about meeting Belinda, Sir?

-Indeed I am, Mike. Wouldn’t it be now the right moment for us to call each other Mike and Harry?

-My wife will be delighted to hear you calling me M-I-K-E, sir, and even the other two wonderful names you often give me. She would like to hear me calling you Sir or master H-A-RR-Y.

-Don’t forget I still owe you a blowjob, slave –and he sighed-. Ok, I will call you as you prefer, but please let Harry and Mike be a common way of calling each other after now. Meeting Belinda is not gonna be easy. Less will it be having sex with both of you. I’m not sure about it yet. But ok, when you are ready we will return to the basement, put our clothes back on and we will drive to that bar close to your house and meet your wife.

And in just five minutes we finished in the bathroom and returned to his basement and garage, got dressed one more time and got on his van and left. He asked me for directions and in just five minutes we were in The lightning. My wife was already there waiting for us. I saw Harry was worried but finally shrugged his shoulders and got ready to meet my wife.