Forever, A Punk

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

“I am your parole officer, Mr. Camillo” said the 35-year-old handsomely tough looking built dark-haired Italian American man sitting at his office desk. “It is my job to see that you stay straight. I will help you become a model citizen so that you can fully re-enter society.”

“For the next year, you will come this office once a week. If you don’t, you will be sent back to prison. You will piss into a cup as I watch you, if you fail your drug test, you will be sent back to prison. At least once a month, I will pay a surprise visit to your room, if I find drugs, weapons or any contraband you will be sent back to prison. If you associate with criminals or with other ex-cons outside of an employment setting, you will be sent back to prison. Each week when you visit me, you will bring your pay stub to prove that you are gainfully employed, if you do not you will be sent back to prison. Each week when you visit me, you will suck my cock, or you will be sent back to prison.”

19-year-old Evan got up from his chair. He was medium height, thin, had short brown hair and was good looking. He walked around to Mr. Camillo’s desk; Mr. Camillo wheeled his chair back. His suit trousers were undone, he was stroking his hard fat thick eight-inch cut dick. His large heavy balls were displayed.

After one year at Upstate’s Bellemare prison, Evan was no stranger to sucking cock on demand. Though he’d done it many times, he still hated doing it, he had his pride and winced inside at Mr. Camillo’s request. However, he knew his place and could set aside his shame and embarrassment to do what needed to be done matter of factly, he’d stopped crying about it long ago. Evan learned in prison that what he was before was irrelevant. Inside, he was a punk who sucked cock and got fucked by those who had power over him. As long as he was on parole, he saw that things would be the same.

He dropped to his knees in between Mr. Camillo’s muscular legs, opened his mouth wide, curled his lips over his teeth and took Mr. Camillo’s cock in his mouth. He looked up at Mr. Camello and maintained eye contact throughout the servicing. The power dynamic at play was stark.  

He licked and sucked on Mr. Camillo’s flared dickhead, tasting the bitter precum. He slathered the shaft with his tongue and licked Mr. Camillo’s balls. Evan then got down to the brass tacks of deepthroating. He swallowed down Mr. Camillo’s cock to the base, then rapidly went back to the head, he mechanically repeated this with ardor. His head bobbed up and down on Mr. Camillo’s cock without gagging, he gave Mr. Camillo the first-class blowjob that was desired and expected.

Mr. Camillo sat back breathing heavy and staring into Evan’s eyes. Eventually, Mr. Camillo’s cock began twitching and blasting gobs of hot steamy cum down Evan’s throat. He chugged it all down, got up and sat back in his chair.

Mr. Camillo handed him a plastic medical cup. Evan stood, unzipped his khakis, pulled his soft dick out and pissed in the cup as Mr. Camillo watched. Mr. Camillo pointed to a small refrigerator in the corner, Evan opened it, put the cup in, closed the door and returned to his seat.

“Sign here” said Mr. Camillo indicating the parolee visit form. Evan signed it; Mr. Camillo signed it. “See you next week.” “Yes, sir.”

Evan was back at the Single Room Occupancy hotel that had been arranged for him. His residence was a small bleak space with a bed, a bureau, a chair, a small table and a small television, the shared bathroom was in the hall. He had been released yesterday, no one was waiting for him. He took the bus with other released prisoners into the nearby city. He checked into his new place, paying the week’s rent. The state employment agency set him up with a job at the terminal of a national courier service. It was a large grim complex with trucks and men in overalls. His job was to simply get into a truck crammed with packages and put them one by one on a conveyor belt. He enjoyed it as he got to be alone for hours. 

“Kid, this is a lousy job. But it’s honest work and a lot of guys like yourself put their time in and get on with their lives” said the beefy 40-year-old Mr. Perez, the manager, in his office the first night. Evan was to work the worst shift, midnight to eight, five nights a week. “You get here 11:45 PM, clock in, suck my dick, then get to work.”

Evan was standing and now went over to the sitting Mr. Perez who had taken out his large cut Puerto Rican dick out. Evan sank to his knees and sucked off Mr. Perez. Then, he went to the truck he was assigned. He got a 30-minute meal break and two 15-mintue breaks, these were indicated by the sound of an alarm.

After clocking out, he walked home. He stopped off at the liquor store for a pint of Southern Comfort and at a food cart for his breakfast. He ate his bacon, egg and cheese on a roll and drank his booze, he smoked a few Nat Sherman menthol cigarettes, a habit he picked up in prison. He passed out in bed with the television on. When he woke, he stayed in until it was time for work and Mr. Perez’s dick. He wanted to stay out of trouble. On his days off, he went to the library during the day, taking online real estate courses. At night he went to the movies. As a treat, he went to a chain restaurant for a steak and a few drinks.

Once a week he visited Mr. Camillo in his office, sucked him off and pissed in a cup as he was watched.

Two weeks went by. It was in the afternoon; Evan was napping and heard the knock on the door to his room. “It’s Mr. Camillo.” Evan let him in. Mr. Camillo looked all over the place, in draws, under the bed and in the bed and found nothing.

“Very good” said Mr. Camillo who sat in the chair. He unzipped his suit trousers, undid his belt and hauled out his big hard cock. Evan knelt and began sucking Mr. Camillo’s cock.

“Undo your pants and bend over the table” said Mr. Camillo.

Evan took Mr. Camillo’s dick out of his mouth, stood, undid his pants and bent over the table. His firm bubble butt and crack were on view. Mr. Camillo took a bottle of lube from the pocket of his suit jacket.

Evan had last been fucked three weeks earlier in a prison cell. He’d been fucked several times a day during his one-year sentence. He got used to it, he had no choice, but he never liked it. It was always painful physically and mentally. It was humiliating to passively spread his ass for another man to use for his pleasure. That getting fucked often brought him to orgasm did not lessen the disgust he still felt at what he had become. He hadn’t been gay before he’d been turned out and he still wasn’t gay. He was not sexually attracted to men. Despite being repeatedly used, he still thought of himself as a straight man.

 It had felt so good the last three weeks not having a hard log of man flesh shoved into his tiny asshole, splitting his insides open. Then there was the revulsion of feeling a man cumming in him and having to clean his ass bespoiled by another man’s load.

Mr. Camillo methodically sprayed his cock already moist from Evan’s saliva and sprayed Evan’s hole. Mr. Camillo bluntly penetrated Evan’s chute with one quick thrust of his hips. Each brutal thrust of Mr. Camillo’s big cock going in and out him sent Evan’s mind racing to the past, going over what had brought him to bending over that table.

                                                                   ***

Evan and his two best friends from high school, Donny and Peter were just three regular good-looking 18-year-old white guys in their freshman first semester at a state university. They were all from working class backgrounds. During high school, they’d bragged to each other about losing their virginity to their girlfriends in senior year. Their girlfriends had gone on to different schools, so in college they were on the make.

One autumn Friday night, they drove in Peter’s car to the next town, to a dealer for weed for themselves, to take to a party where they’d planned to score with girls. They’d done this a few times.

On the drive back, a police car with its siren blaring began tailing them. Peter pulled over.

“Yes, officer?”

“You were speeding.”

“Step out of the car.”

“Yes officer, I haven’t been drinking.” Peter go out the car.

The other opened the door, Evan was in the passenger seat and Donny in the back seat. The officer opened the glove compartment.

“Well! Look here!” he roared as he grabbed the bag of weed. “You’re all under arrest.” They were all handcuffed.

The trembling three boys squeezed into the back of the patrol car. There was silence, except for their sobbing. At the precinct they were booked, their fingerprints and mugshots were taken. Their possessions were bagged, their belts and shoelaces were taken.

“Sir, don’t we get to make a phone call?”

“It’s Friday night. We’ll notify your folks, nothing can happen till Monday, you’re in for the weekend. Mike, take them to the special holding cell.” The three cuffed friends were led to the holding cell, the barred door slammed shut and the cop left. There were no other cops around.

There were three uncuffed muscular men in the cell, all were in their 40’s. One was Black with a shaved head, one was Latin with long black hair and a mustache, and one was white with a shaved head.

There was a free for all with yelling as the stronger men grabbed the three friends and ripped off their clothes, leaving them naked except for their boxer briefs.

Donny was then pulled by his shaggy blond hair and thrown him to the ground in the center of the cell. The cuffed Evan and Peter were powerless to help their friend, they stood together in the corner sobbing. Donny was crying as the Latin pulled him by his hair

“Sit up on your knees!” ordered the Latin. Donny was now on his knees with his cuffed hands outstretched.

The white guy with the shaved head had tattoos on his neck of a swastika and a Confederate flag; he undid his jumpsuit and hauled out his scary looking big hard cut dick and floppy hairy balls.

“Open that pretty mouth good and wide and watch those teeth!” snarled the white guy. Donny was shaking and crying.

“Chico, there’s a hard way and an easy way for this to go down” whispered the Latin as he pulled on Donny’s hair. “One way or another, you going to suck our dicks.” The overwhelmed Donny looked around and saw Evan and Peter watching him. He blushed and opened his mouth. The white guy stuck his dick in.

This was shocking and unimaginable, that Donny had a dick in his mouth. The three friends had all been regular straight guys with no thoughts of them ever doing such a thing. Yet, it was happening. 

“There you go! Sweetie, that’s it. Now use that tongue” Donny licked the white dickhead and then the shaft with tears streaming down his face. This went on as the Black and the Latin now had their big tools out and were stroking them. “Lick my balls” said the white. Donny now had his mouth filled balls. “Go back to sucking” Donny continued working on the white’s dick. He pulled out and the Black put his club-like rod in Donny’s mouth.

Evan and Peter were nauseated seeing their friend’s face contorted around a Big Black Cock with his eyes bulging.

“Don’t be shy or embarrassed in front of your friends, don’t worry, they’re each going to get their turn too! That’s it, baby, go deeper. Deeper, baby…”

Donny took that dingus as far he could get it in down his throat and then gobbled on those bull balls. Soon, Donny was chowing down on the Latin’s uncut sizemeat and guzzling his brown ball sack.

The white guy presented his dick to Donny again.

“Oh yeah, kid, that’s it. Oh yeah, you’re going to finish us off” Donny was choking and gagging as the white came in his mouth. “Swallow it, kid.” Donny tried but some cum dribbled out of his mouth. The white pulled out and shot the rest of his load on Donny’s face and shaggy hair. The Black shoved his dick in Donny’s mouth. Donny sucked him, swallowed, and the Black pulled out and shot the rest on Donny’s face hand hair. The Latin took his turn and did the same.

“Well college boy, you passed your cocksucking exam with flying colors!” laughed the white. “You two will get your lessons tomorrow” he said to Evan and Peter.

“Hey!” yelled the Latin who was grabbing Peter. “He’s hard! He’s turned on by seeing his friend suck dick! Freak!” He pulled the cuffed Peter over to the center of the cell, to the weeping Donny. The Latin pulled down Peter’s boxer briefs. Peter’s large hard young Greek American dick sprang forward. “Go on punk, suck your friend’s dick!” hissed the Latin to Donny.

Donny opened his mouth and put it on Peter’s dick. Peter closed his teary eyes. Donny went on sucking until Peter shuddered and came in Donny’s mouth. The Latin pulled him away.

“This one’s turned on too!” laughed the Black who was feeling Evan’s crotch. “Sure, your friend’s a cocksucker now, you might as well try him out.” Indeed, Evan’s dick was involuntarily hard. The Black dragged him to Donny and got his dick out.

“Sorry, Donny” cried Evan.

Donny got to work on Evan’s dick and made him cum with his mouth. Evan felt weird at having gotten a great blowjob from his friend. 

“Go on, sweetie” he said to Donny, whose face and hair were now splattered with congealing cum. The three humiliated friends were crouched in separate areas of the cell unable to look at each other.

The three men smoked cigarettes, laughed and did shots of tequila.

“I’m bushed” said the Black.

“Hey!” called out the Latin, “Lights out!” The lights of the cell dimmed. The men slept on three cots. The boys tried to sleep on the floor, but with the men snoring and their being in a state of shock, they couldn’t.

“Good morning!” roared the white. He grabbed the cuffed Peter to the center of the cell. The white took out his dick. “You know the drill, kid” he laughed. Peter tried to give his first blowjob. He’d watched Donny and tried to copy him, and eventually got the white off, who pulled out and painted Peter’s face. Then the Black presented his dick to Peter for sucking, and he came in Peter’s face. The Latin got his turn. Peter crawled away.

A guard arrived with McDonald’s bags. Everyone ate breakfast and drank coffee. The boys were hungry after their night in jail. After breakfast, the men watched TV and smoked. The boys sat on the floor separately. Hours went by.

“Okay, cutie! Your turn!” barked the white to Evan. Evan mechanically got up, went to the center of the cell and got on his knees. Having witnessed his friends’ disgrace, his spirit was broken, it was hopeless.

“Good boy” laughed the Black as he took his Big Black Cock out. Evan stared up at that monstruous and humongous piece of flesh. 

Evan had seen how it was done and sucked it. He took a load in his throat and face. Then he did the Latin and the white. He crawled away. He was relieved that he wasn’t made to suck his friend’s dicks. Was that some psychological technique to shame Donny, as he was the only friend made to suck the other friends off.

Hours passed as the men caroused. Three guards brought in three chairs and set them up in the center of the cell. They also brought ropes. They grabbed the three friends, bent them over the chairs and tied up their legs. The guards left.

The three men pulled down the friends’ boxer briefs. They were now nude in front of each other, their dicks were all hard and their balls swayed.

“Well! isn’t this a fine sight!” laughed the white gazing at the friends’ firm young spread virgin asses.

“Those are some mighty fine bootys!” said the Black.

The three men groped and slapped the friends’ helpless asses.

“Let’s get it on!” yelled the Latin.

The men took off their clothes, their powerful bodies were fully on display, they were all hard again. The white was behind Donny, the Latin was behind Peter and the Black was behind Evan. Each man had a bottle of lube and greased up his dick, each one sprayed the ass of a friend. There was much yelling and crying of “NO!” The three friends watched as each one for the first time had a cock shoved up their ass.  

The Black grasped Evan’s hips: his lubed cock slowly began its journey into Evan. He was aghast as he felt his tiny hole and chute stretching open and stretching around the Big Black Cock. It snapped into place inside him, he was stuffed with it, his insides accommodated it. The Black pulled it out to the head and then rammed it back in, he was getting fucked. Evan yelped as he was pounded out.

The friends watched as each man switched off fucking them, each man got a turn on the friends’ asses. It was a sick spectacle. It was even sicker when the friends saw each other’s swollen dicks shoot off from getting fucked, their cum made puddles on the floor. Evan was grossed out as he felt the Black cumming in his ass.

The men cleaned themselves up and got dressed.

“We’re done!” yelled the Latin.

A guard unlocked the cell and the men left.

The violated and crushed friends lay tied up, bent over the chairs. Time passed. A succession of guards and cops entered the cell and got their dicks sucked by the friends and fucked the friends. It was Sunday morning. Three guards appeared and untied them.

“You boys must be hungry” laughed a guard who gave them bags of McDonald’s. They ate. Hours passed.

“Ok boys, you got to get all cleaned up for court in the morning” said a guard who took their handcuffs off. “Follow me.” The three friends could barely walk after being fucked multiple times, and so limped in the hallway where they were led to a shower room. The three friends avoided each other as they showered. They were led to the cell; they got dressed, each friend took a cot and passed out.

Monday morning, they were led to a police wagon which took them to the courthouse. There was a reunion with their parents in a conference room. Of course, the three friends said nothing of their ordeal. “We’re fine, everything is fine.”

“Barry Lefkowitz” said the jovial suited man in his 50s. “I’ll be representing you boys…” Their parents had chipped in to pay his fee. “You’re all pleading not guilty, then you’ll be out on bail and the DA will make a plea bargain, community service. I’ve handled a lot of these minor college guy drug cases…”

“You honor, the defense requests bail. These young men have no prior offenses and have strong ties to the community” bellowed Mr. Lefkowitz in the courtroom.

“The People object, your honor” said the young dark-haired prosecutor. “The defendants were engaged in major drug trafficking; a message must be sent to the community that this will not be tolerated.”

“I agree, counsellor” said the judge. “Bail is denied, defendants are remanded until trial. Next…”

“This is bullshit!” muttered Mr. Lefkowitz. “I’ll be in touch…”

The friends were taken to the police wagon and driven back to the precinct and returned to their cell. A variety of law enforcement members came to their cell for blowjobs and to fuck them. The friends were broken emotionally, being young and resilient, their bodies withstood their assaults.

The next day, they were brought to a waiting room.

“I’m sorry” said Mr. Lefkowitz. “The DA’s rapid offer is one year in prison and one year probation. A trial would be months away, you’d be stuck here. You had the pot; you’d be found guilty and get at least five years. My advice is to take the deal” he said handing them plea agreements to sign. They all signed.

“I’ve never seen anything like this in 30 years of practicing law” said Mr. Lefkowitz, “It’s as though this whole thing was some kind of a quick setup all along. Good luck, boys…”

The friends were cuffed and brought to a bus filled with other men. During the drive to Bellemare, the driver and guard talked sports while the friends were sexually assaulted in various ways by the others. At Bellemare, the friends were separated, processed and taken to their cells.

“I’m Bobo, your cellmate” said the muscular shaven-headed black man, smoking a Nat Sherman menthol to Evan. “Remember me, punk?” He laughed. It was the Black man from the holding cell who along with the Latin and white guy had raped Evan, Donny and Peter. “I was pretty important on the outside and I’m pretty important on the inside. I own you, college boy, you’re my bitch.”

He took out a bottle of Southern Comfort and poured them drinks.

“Drink up, baby, we’re celebrating our first night together” said Bobo to Evan as they sat on the bottom bunk, Evan’s. Evan drank a shot of Southern Comfort. Bobo opened a vial and snorted some coke. He handed it to Evan, he snorted some.

“You remember this! You remember what to do with it!” said Bobo as he hauled out his tool. “A Big Black Cock. For the next year, baby, it’s all yours! It’s what you’ll be working on every day! Go on, touch it!” Evan felt the throbbing log of flesh and stared at it.

Evan was high and numb from the booze and coke. After days in captivity with repeated sexual violations, Evan was totally acclimated to his role as a punk. He opened his mouth and sucked Bobo’s cock.

They had more shots, smoked Nat Sherman menthols and did more blow. Bobo groped his ass. Evan felt a finger slide into his crack.

Evan was now getting fucked. He lay on his hands and knees, powerless as Bobo had his way with him. Evan’s dick was straining, and his balls were flopping around. Evan’s dick shot off.

“See, baby, I got you off again” said Bobo. “Get ready, baby” grunted Bobo. Evan felt torrents of hot cum blasting inside his body. There was the sensation of feeling Bobo withdraw his cock, his insides returned to normal. Bobo handed him a towel. Evan cleaned his soiled ass. The towel was drenched in Bobo’s cum. Bobo jumped up his top bunk. “Good night, baby…”

Buzzed from the coke, booze and from having just been violated, Evan lay awake as Bobo snored. In the morning, Bobo rose took a piss and went to Evan’s bunk.

“Here’s how it’s going be, I get a fuck before bed and a blowjob in the morning, baby.” Evan opened his mouth and sucked his master’s cock. “That’s the way!” “Get ready!” Evan was nauseated at the taste of Bobo’s thick salty cum that was now filling his mouth and throat. Some of it he gulped, and some spilled out of his mouth.

Evan sat with Bobo the next morning and had breakfast in the cafeteria. “You’ll be working with me in the laundry” said Bobby.

The laundry was a busy big industrial room with washers and dryers with a team of convicts filling and emptying machines. Other areas had men ironing and folding clothes and sheets.

“I paid a lot of money for you” said Bobo. “I aim to get it back and make a nice profit, so no grunt work for you here. No, you got a special job” he said as he led Evan to an area behind the dryers past a line of men. There was a milk carton.

“Take a seat baby, you’re going to be here sucking dick all day.”

Bobo wandered around the laundry looking busy, but his real objective was collecting money and contraband for the privilege of getting a blowjob from his new bitch, Evan.

Evan sat on the milk carton for the pleasure of the diverse pool of prisoners. He was used to the variety of dicks he saw. Black, white, Latin, Asian. Big, small and medium. Dick after dick was put in his mouth. He expertly sucked each one, swallowing load after load. He didn’t care, so he was a cocksucker on demand. He wasn’t harmed. There was no talking. He didn’t know how much his services cost and didn’t ask. Hours passed. 

Bobo and Evan walked through the cafeteria at lunchtime, they stopped near a table filled with guys with shaved heads. “This is the white supremacist gang, the one in the middle is the leader, you remember him!” said Bobo of the man in the center, he was the white guy who raped him, Donny and Peter. He was talking as the others listened. The bald guy sitting him next to him looked familiar. Evan squinted; it was Donny! His shaggy blonde hair was shaved off. On his neck were tattoos of a swastika and a Confederate flag. He was staring dully. Then the leader patted him on the head. In a flash, Donny was under the table. The leader was now grinning, the other men were all laughing.

“See, right now, your friend is sucking that cracker’s dick under the fucking table! Everybody knows it! Later, he’ll be in the kitchen getting pimped out in the pantry.” Evan and Bobo stood watching. Eventually, the leader’s face contorted with pleasure. Donny reappeared looking flushed, with cum dripping from his lips. The leader whispered to Donny, Donny got up and went the end of the table where another guy was sitting, he went under it.

“That’s how punks spend lunchtime.”

They walked to another area of the cafeteria, there was a group of mean looking Latin guys with muscles and tattoos. The leader was the one who raped him, Donny and Peter, he was sitting in the center grinning and then his face contorted with pleasure. The guy sitting next to him started grinning and then looked like he was cumming. And so, it went for each of the six men. From under the table came a figure. His hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail, his face was made up with lipstick, eye shadow and rouge. It was Peter! Evan felt sick. “Oh yeah, that bitch gets pimped out in the gym.”

Bobo and Ethan went to a table with a bunch of Black guys and sat down. “These here are my friends, you’ve seen the drill baby, get busy!” Evan went under the table, one by one he sucked off the six Big Black Cocks, including Bobo, again. That was how Evan spent lunchtime every day.

In addition to his laundry duties, Bobo pimped him out to guards in return for favors. He would get taken to a storage room to suck and be fucked by guards. At night, there was the reward of booze and coke, and then taking care of Bobo’s cock again, with his mouth and ass.

Evan’s year in prison passed, he was to be released on parole. He sucked Bobo’s cock for the last time and swallowed his load. Bobo handed him an envelope with a $1000 in cash. “You take care of yourself, baby.” “Thanks, Bobo…”

Evan was given his clothes and possessions back and was discharged.

“Hey, sir” said Evan to the guard. “Aren’t Donald Jackson and Peter Trikonis getting released too?”

“Uh, let me check” said the friendly older guard whom Evan had serviced a few times. “Jackson was caught with drugs in his cell and Trikonis was involved in an altercation, they both have to serve their full sentences. Look kid, between you and me, considering who they’re mixed up with, they’ll both be in for a long time, forget about them. Bobo is a standup guy, you’re goddam lucky you wound up with him. Now get out of here, good luck and don’t come back.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          ***

Back in the present, Mr. Camillo grunted and came in Evan. He pulled his cock out, cleaned himself off, redid his suit trousers and took a seat.

“You got something to drink?” Mr. Camillo said as he lit a Marlboro Red.

Evan poured a cup of Southern Comfort.

“Pour one for yourself, you deserve it.”

Evan fixed himself a drink and light a Nat Sherman menthol.

“Perez says your work is excellent, but you’ll be moving on from trucks. It’s a no-show job now. Perez will clock you in and out, so you’re in the system and on the books. He’ll keep your paycheck. You’re going to be turning tricks instead. You did it on the inside, you’ll do it on the outside. You’re still a cute boy and you’re a pro. Interested parties feel your time on parole should be monetized. All will be explained to you” said Mr. Camillo, handing Evan a business card for the Skylight Hotel. “Be there at 6:00 and go to the bar. Ask for Mr. DiNitto. Oh, get yourself a shave and a haircut. A fresh-faced clean-cut look is important.” He finished his drink and cigarette and left, leaving the bottle of lube he’d brought.

Evan went to a barber who cleaned up his stubble and fixed up his hair. He looked like a schoolboy, which in an alternative universe he would have been.

The Skylight Hotel was a male sex for profit emporium. There was a conventional gay bar downstairs with drag shows. In another area, for $50 entrance fee patrons could enter the lounge. There, go-go boys danced and then sat on a couch for clients to peruse them. A client would pick one and they’d go to a room. This hotel had no families of tourists.   

Evan entered the bar which was filled with older and younger well-dressed men.

“I’m here to see Mr. DiNitto” he said to the hunky young bartender.

“Down that hallway and to the left” smiled the bartender.

Evan knocked on the door. It opened and he entered the office.

“I’m Al DiNitto” said the tall gray-haired man in his late 40’s who shook Evan’s hand. “This is my son Jimmy, he’s the manager. You’ll be working directly under him” he said indicating a tall 25-year-old tall dark-haired muscular man. “Camillo speaks very highly you, it’s just a formality, but we need to see that you have the necessary skills and right attitude before putting you to work” he said as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out a big hard cut Italian American dick and sat in a desk chair.

Evan sunk to his knees and began sucking him.

“Camillo wasn’t kidding! This one is a real pro! What a mouth on this kid!” Al said to his son sitting nearby. Al was moaning and came in Evan’s mouth. “Show Jimmy how good you are.” Evan crawled over to Jimmy who was stroking his big cock. Evan sucked him off. “This is your uniform” said Jimmy, handing Evan a white jockstrap. Evan got undressed and put on the jock.

“Fucking beautiful ass this kid has!” bellowed Al. “Jimmy will go over the details with you. Welcome aboard, kid” said Al as he left.

“It’s straightforward, the routine is you’ll dance a song onstage in rotation with the other boys when the DJ calls your name, you’ll dance and show off your ass. Otherwise, you mingle in the lounge, be friendly, chat with the customers” began Jimmy. “After you’ve established interest, you’ll check into a room and take care of your client. We have a high-end clientele; you grant any request they make. The non-negotiable rate is $200 for half an hour, that’s charged along with the room fee. The men tip you; you keep that. You put your tips in this and put it in your sneaker” he said handing a small pouch. “From your end you kick back $500 a week to Camillo. Your expected quota is at least five clients a shift, I’ll be around supervising and seeing that you’re on point. You’ll be expected to service hotel staff when requested, gratis. You’re off on Mondays. Go get’em kid…”

Evan numbly walked into the lounge, he made it through a year at Bellemare, he could make it through this. Right away, a man in his 40s in a suit waved him over to his table.

“Hey, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“It’s my first night.”

“That would explain it. It’s fucking amazing! You look exactly like my son!” said the man showing him a phone picture, “See!”

“We do have quite a resemblance.”

“Wow! Of course, he’s in college and you’re tricking in a whorehouse!”

“So, daddy, want to fuck your son?” said Evan as he fondled the man’s crotch under the table.

“Let’s go!”

Evan and the man walked into the lobby to the desk. The man presented his credit card to the front desk clerk. Then they went up to a room.

“Daddy want a blow job?” asked Evan as he got on his knees and undid the man’s trousers. Evan sucked his cock, then he got into the bed.

“Fuck me Daddy.”

The man through Evan a passionate fuck. They took turns cleaning themselves off. The man gave Evan three-hundred-dollar bills, he put them in the pouch in his sneaker.

Evan returned to the lounge. He suggestively danced onstage, then went around to mingle. His next client was an aggressive Japanese businessman with a thing for dominating young white guys. Evan got quite a face and ass fucking. The night went on. Jimmy told him to go to the staff breakroom, “Do them fast, so you can get back to work.” Evan sucked off the hunky bartender whose shift was over, a bus boy and a front desk clerk and returned to the lounge.

“Hey! Great work tonight kid!” roared Jimmy when Evan’s shift was over. “Nine clients! A lot of boys are shy their first night, but you get right down to business! You must have picked that up in the joint. See you tomorrow…”

Some clients were kinky and tipped Evan accordingly. For one, he was made up and dressed as a schoolgirl. Occasionally, there were guys he knew from the outside, like teachers, family friends, even relatives. His cousin became a regular. 

Cops were the worst. Not only weren’t they charged, but they also never tipped. They showed off their guns in the rooms and kept up their power trips as they were rude and demanding. Entitled assholes. Evan recognized the ones who arrested him, Donny and Peter. He recognized the ones who assaulted him and his friends in the jail. Business was business, Evan sucked their dicks and bent over for them anyway. He endured their jeers and heard them reminisce about him and his friends. Some of them had witnessed their brutalization by Bobo, the white and the Latin. It was a small world.

Evan would go out in the Skylight Hotel’s alley for smoke breaks, lighting up a Nat Sherman menthol.

“Hey, I used to see you at Bellemare!” said a tall drag queen also smoking in the alley. “You ended up here too!”

“Guilty on both counts!” laughed Evan.

“I’m Thorny Rose. I used to be Jason, that was before that fucking weed bust, it feels like a lifetime ago. I had a football scholarship, now look at me!”

“I’m Evan.”

“You were with Bobo.”

“That I was.”

“Lucky you, Bobo was sweet and hung like a motherfucker! You managed to stay so butch.”

“Bobo is quite a guy; I am what I am.”

“I was with the Latins; I couldn’t help turning fem, not the way they operate. I even have a Latin boyfriend now. I was there when they brought in your pal, Lupe.”

“Lupe?”

“Oh, he used to be Peter.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Well! I thought I turned into a slut, I had nothing on him! That bitch could get right down to business in a flash! He gobbled down those pingas and spread his pussy to take them on like nobody else! That girl sure worked the gym turning tricks faster than any bitch around!”

“Glad to hear it. Say, do you know anything about the skinhead’s bitch? The tall weird-looking guy?”

“Oh! That scary dude, the one who turns tricks in the kitchen. They got him hopped up on steroids and made him into a prison champion boxer. He’s undefeated, he puts on quite a show. After he wins a match he fucks the loser in front of the crowd. He’s fierce! It’s like he’s getting back at the world by fucking face and ass!”

“Well, thanks for the updates” said Evan crushing his cigarette with his sneaker. “I got to get back to work.”

“Isn’t this a great place to work? The DeNittos are good people.”

“It sure is and they are, take it easy…”

“Let’s have a drink soon…”

Evan’s first week at the Skylight was a success. He serviced his quota of at least five clients a night. He danced. He got on with the other boys and the security guards. He went to Mr. Camillo’s office, he put an envelope with $500 on the desk. He bent down to suck Mr. Camillo who had his dick out. He pissed in a cup and put it in the refrigerator.

Monday was Evan’s day off. He slept late. He put on jeans and a black T-shirt. He went to the movies. He went to a sports bar. It was a change of pace, to be around a crowd of straight people. There were young guys like himself, young women in groups and a mix. He bought a glass of Southern Comfort and took a seat on a stool off to the side of the bar, taking in the wholesome atmosphere. He could just be part of the crowd without thinking about having to have sex with men.

“Hey! Handsome! Where you been?” said a young woman who sat next to him sipping a margarita.

“Oh! Hi! New work schedule.”

It was Gracie, the waitress from the chain restaurant he used to go to when he was unloading trucks. She served him steaks and drinks twice. Obviously he made an impression on her. Gracie was 28, blonde and though not thin, was not fat. She had a womanly shape. She was wearing jeans and a floral halter which showcased her large breasts.

“Well, I missed you. You were different, you seemed to be in your own world. What could this sexy young guy be thinking about so much? I’d think to myself” Gracie had her hand on Evan’s thigh. Evan was aware that his dick was hard. He was also aware that Gracie checked his crotch out. He saw her eyes dart toward his legs spread on the barstool with a bulge in his jeans.

“Monday is my day off. I give the kids to my mother so I can go out and play.”

“Oh, you have kids?”

“Yeah, two boys, 11 and 9. My ex is out of the picture. A girl gets lonely.”

“Well, you found me, you don’t have to be lonely” said Evan as he sipped his Southern Comfort and spread his legs even more, his bulge was more pronounced as his dick got harder, it was obviously straining through his jeans. Despite everything, he was still a red-blooded all American boy.

 “You seem lonely yourself, you seem like you need someone to take care of you, and to take care of that” Gracie said as she grinned at Evan’s crotch.

“Well, let’s go take care of each other” said Evan smiling.

They finished their drinks and went outside. Evan hailed a taxi. Gracie told the driver her address. They got to her modest apartment; Evan paid the driver. Gracie poured them glasses of Jack Daniels. They sat on her couch. Evan leaned in and kissed her, they made out. Evan’s mind was racing, this was the first time he’d been with a woman in a long time. He thought only of her and his hard dick. He had no thoughts of men at all. His innate male instincts were still intact.

Gracie’s hands went for his belt. She undid it, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxer briefs.

“Shit! It’s my lucky night!” she said as she stroked his dick leaking precum and fondled his hefty balls. “I got a hot young guy with a great big, beautiful cock!” She took Evan’s dick in her mouth and put her hand on his pecs and caressed them as she gave him head.

Evan reveled in the sensations and sight of Gracie sucking his dick. Her stretched out mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft with a furious rhythm, yeah, she was hungry for it. His dick swelled more than it had had in ages.

“Let’s go to bed” he said.

They got up; Gracie led him to the bedroom. They undressed and got in the bed. They made out, with Evan fingering her moist pussy and licking her tits. Gracie moaned. Evan positioned her on her back, propped up by a pillow. He spread her legs and stuck his head between them. He put his lips on the lips of her pussy and ate her out. He was overcome by her taste and his feelings.

Gracie was moaning in ecstasy as Evan used his mouth on her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Evan took his head from her pussy. He spread her legs more and got on top of her. He slid his hard slick dick into her tight wet pussy, she gasped. His dick was on fire with the pleasure of being in a woman. He fucked her with primordial force. “Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!” She sobbed with each thrust of his hips as his dick entered in and out of her, ramming her pussy. She babbled with joy as she came. Evan was exhilarated. He’d fucked a woman; he made a woman cum with his dick, he was still a real man, despite everything. He kept banging away and then he grunted as his dick shot off deep inside her. He kissed her. She got up, went to the bathroom, returned and they slept in each other’s arms.

In the morning, she made him breakfast, pancakes. They kissed goodbye.

In his room, he drank a few shots of Southern Comfort to come down from everything. He woke in the afternoon, showered and went to the Skylight. He put on his jock, he danced and went to hotel rooms to suck cock and get fucked.

Mondays became the focal point of his life. He’d meet up with Gracie in the daytime. They’d go to the movies or shopping. He’d take her to a nice restaurant for dinner then back to her place to fuck. Sometimes her mother was busy, and he got to meet her sons and to know them. They’d all do things together. At night, she put them to bed, and they fucked. They all had breakfast in the morning.

Evan’s year on parole was coming to end in a few weeks. One night after his shift at the Skylight, Jimmy said his father Al, wanted to see him in his office. Evan went to the office, Al was behind the desk smoking a cigar, Jimmy took a seat nearby. Evan was standing nude except for his white jock.

“I’m sorry Mr. DeNitto, it was a slow night. I did my best tonight; I could only get four clients” said Evan.

“Sit down kid” laughed Al. “That’s not what I wanted to see you about”

“Oh, Mr. DiNitto?”

“Call me Al”

“Okay, Al.”

“Isn’t your parole ending soon?”

“Yes, Al.”

“I bet your counting the days until you’re free.”

“You could say so, Al.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I hope you know how much we value you, Evan. You’re one of our best workers. You’re 20, right?”

“Yes, Al.”

“You’re still a sweet looking boy. If you take care of yourself, you got a few more good years in this field. You got star quality; I spotted your talent the first time you came in here. You’re getting a promotion! Special assignments! You’ll always have a job with us. We hope you’re not thinking of leaving us after your parole is up, we’d like you stay. ”

“Uh Al, I’m not really sure of anything yet.”

“Evan, let me help you make this decision. You won’t have to kick back to Camillo anymore, that’s an extra $500 a week for you. Then there’s that waitress you’ve been fucking.”

“Huh?” said Evan blushing.

“Evan, I know everything that goes on everywhere, that’s how I got to be where I am, that’s why I stay where I am. I’m impressed! You’ve become a real family man with her kids! You two should get married, have kids of your own. The wedding will be on me, and as a wedding present I’ll set you up with a nice house.”

“I don’t know what to say, Al!”

“Just say yes.”

“Yes, Al. I’d like to show my appreciation.”

“Go ahead, kid.”

Evan went behind the desk. Al’s cock and balls were hanging out of suit trousers. Evan sunk down and sucked Al’s cock as he puffed on his cigar.

“This boy is a class act” said Al.

Their eyes stared into each other’s. Then Evan got up, he hopped up onto the desk on his back and spread his legs and ass for his boss, his owner.

Evan who’d been fucked countless times, really felt it this time. The combination of Al DiNitto being a seasoned cocksmen and being so powerful, ramming his large Italian American dick in and out of Evan’s jock-encased ass was profound. Jimmy was at Evan’s face; Evan was now getting it at both ends from father and son.

“Let’s use him for the Miami conference” said Jimmy to Al, as Evan was sucking his cock.

“Oh yeah, he’d be perfect, he can bring his girl, it’ll be a nice vacation” said Al as he fucked Evan. 

Al grunted as he came in Evan and pulled out. Jimmy took his place at Evan’s ass, fucking him with comparable force, Evan shot off in his fresh jock.  

It was the last day of Evan’s parole. He went to Mr. Camillo’s office; he put the envelope with $500 on the desk, he sucked his dick and pissed in a cup for the last time.

“Well, you go on the books as another of my successfully rehabilitated ex-cons, congratulations to us both! I’ll see you around” said the smiling Mr. Camillo.

Gracie had lost a few pounds and looked terrific in a bikini and Evan looked like quite the young stud in his Speedo on the beach at their Miami hotel. They swam in the ocean. They went back to their room and fucked. They had dinner at Joe’s Stone Crab with Al and Jimmy DiNitto and their wives. After dinner, the women went to a showroom to see a famous comedian. The men went to a hotel suite. A poker game was starting. Evan changed into his jock.

“Awww kid, you come see me anytime you’re in Detroit” said the sitting burly middle-aged man to Evan who was sucking his cock.

“Al, you got yourself one fine piece of ass” said another guy when he was fucking Evan.

“Hey! I can pick them” laughed Al.

During the poker game, Evan fully serviced eight chieftains.

“You did real well kid” said Al to Evan who had showered and was dressed. He handed Evan an envelope with cash. “Buy your girl something nice.”

 “Your mother and I are so proud of you, how you straightened yourself out” said Evan’s father to him the morning of the wedding. They hadn’t spoken since Evan’s court date. The ceremony was held at St. Michael’s, the biggest and most important church in the city. Jimmy was Evan’s best man and handed him the wedding ring.

Al DiNitto knew from wedding receptions; it was held in the grand ballroom of Spamonte’s. 100 guests were seated at tables for the formal affair. There was much celebrating and dancing. Later, Evan got out of his tuxedo and Gracie took off her wedding dress in their honeymoon suite, they had a happy fuck.

The next morning, they were off to Paris for their honeymoon, then a few days in Rome. Amidst the sightseeing, Evan was texted instructions as where and when he’d meet clients.

When Evan and Gracie returned, their new house was ready. Al and Jimmy gave them a tour, on a few acres there was a fine two-story main house. There were four bedrooms, a master for Evan and Gracie with an adjoining nursery for the baby boy she was expecting, one each for her sons and a guestroom. Outside there was a spacious backyard and a pool.

At the extreme edge of the property was a one-story guest house with an adjacent garage. Al and Jimmy gave Evan a private tour of that.

“See, it has all the amenities, look at this bedroom” said Jimmy. “The computer and camera are state of the art! We got big plans for you, you’re going to be very busy.”

“From now on, you’ll be working from here, from home” said Al.

“Yeah, as far as Gracie and the kids are concerned this is your office” said Jimmy.

“Wow!” said Evan, “I’m so grateful for everything!” said Evan, fondling Al and Jimmy’s cocks and balls through their dark gray suit trousers.