The King of the Block

Chapter 4

(Business)

It was a Saturday, and thus far a strange day for the slave Maxwell Stapleton. Activities had started early, and the whole gang, including the slave, had gone to a loading bay and unloaded several large blue containers. They had taken sets of dollies and got it all up here into his and his Master’s cell. They had all turned out to be full of all kinds of small packets of various drugs.

Everything had to be inventoried and records were kept in paper ledgers only, and the slave had a new job. He was good with this kind of stuff and very efficient. As soon as that had all been accounted for, the drug runners; Stanley Prescott, Jerome Harrison, and Hank McDougal had come by. What they were still carrying in their inventory, the King carefully went through and compared to make sure it was all accounted for. This was an ironclad rule, they sold drugs did not use them. Any discrepancy, and that would be the end of their running, and they would be promptly removed from the gang. Marginal use of Cannabis was allowed, but not what was brought in to be sold unless they paid for it or made alternate arrangements for it.

Master had his hands in all kinds of slices of pie, from which the corrupt Warden and everyone in his gang got a piece of it. So, every Saturday morning what was appropriately called the King’s court held in their cell to work out differences and keep things running smoothly.

The King’s slave found himself in an odd position while this took place. The Master was seated back in his favorite chair. The slave Max in a thong and turned sideways to his Master on his hands and knees. Master Koufax, wearing shorts and shirtless today, was using his back as a footstool. He had his muscular legs and feet laying across his slave’s back and had his socked feet crossed. The slave had a gavel, lying next to his right arm to bang the floor upon his Master’s command.

 In this place human beings were commodities, and this did not just fall on gays or bisexual people. The strong took advantage of the weak here, and most were always looking for weakness. It did place the gay population at quite a disadvantage. For those that tried to go it alone, they quickly found themselves facing a ganged social structure. Joining just any gang did not guarantee you would not be mistreated or just used. There were those that were not gay that would perform certain services and quickly return to normal heterosexuality once they were out, and choice was returned. The majority that tried to go it alone, most of them fell on black days, a gang versus one, the one is at a distinct disadvantage. For those that looked for a different option, that option was available.  

This is where Laurent’s group came in, these individuals were harassed, unable to defend themselves alone, so if they approached Laurent and joined what was called the gay crowd (and proud), they were trained and fulfilled one of two functions. Some were paid to perform short lasting services, but some of the inmates who were lucky enough to have access to regular money held in a central banking system here. It operated much like in normal jails where people had money stored to buy goods or snacks. Who basically paid much like rent for one of these individuals that would bunk with them.

At least this way they got to have some say and received part of the money. It was like an organized union where one was protected from injury, or just being run over by a small group or people. This was like part of the local economy. Drug use was much more rampant here than was generally thought or reported. If you could not afford them but wanted them there were things you could do for people that had the cash.   

This Richard’s gang had oversight on, so yes, they were used, but no real injury was allowed. Penalties for such were swift and severe.  Laurent was their leader, but it was Master and King Richard’s operation. The national average of any state or federal holding facility, had an incidence of 1 out of four reporting violent sexual encounters against their will, often with significant injury. It was probably higher as many failed to report it, and it was highly probable here with the age of the inmate population it was higher still.

There were also guys that were straight, who were just not violent with no connections that might be particularly handsome that were often targets.  They didn’t use it as a service but got used anyway as they were outnumbered. Most when released, would gladly return to women, when choice was returned. So, what Max’s Master had done, in league with Laurent was provide a mechanism to take what was already going to happen anyway. Then simply make money on it and stop much of the injuries and minus those mostly from the equation.

There was also the practice of bartering, people like Master could get about anything in this place, there were some things others wanted. Some just simply didn’t have the money to afford it. The law of supply and demand here might be bent but it existed. If there is business there must be oversight, that fell to the most powerful gang in the place.

It was a very complex system, and much more so than many would have thought. Laurent stepped up, the Master had a small pointy stick and tapped his slave on the back with it. That was the sign to bang the gavel.

Master said, “What you got for me Laurent?”

Laurent had a bit of a French accent, “Sir. Jenkins is still not making his payments for his live in. It has been a month and a half now. Can we take care of that King?”

His Master said, “That guy you assigned him, his name is Pasteur, I believe? Tell me Laurent didn’t he hang out with that Lawrence guy who discovered and formulated Listerine?”

Laurent kind of chuckled, “I don’t think he did sir, but he is a good earner. Jenkins is a fucking deadbeat and needs to be reminded that here you pay your bills. No pay no fucking service, Sir.”

Master said, “I will see to it after lunch, I know you have a waiting a list a mile long and I am sure we can find the scientist better accommodations.”

“Thanks King.”

He gave the slave a light tap.

Laurent departed and a kind of skinny, pale guy that was waiting approached.

The Master said, none too happily, “Hamilton, Hamilton, and yet here once again is Ricky Hamilton. This is getting old man, what the fuck!”

Hamilton said, “I am sorry Sir, I fucked up again, your boys extended me some credit. I will be honest, the drugs got me again, and it may be a bit before I have the money, King.”

Master exhaled sharply, “At least you are honest, and don’t try to snivel your way out of it. I can’t use you as a runner, you get sent to SKU again, and they are about ready to send you to the real deal. Plus, I am also honest, I cannot really trust you. Let me think.”

The big man reached over and got him a small packet of some kind of drug and threw it to him. He missed catching it and it fell to the floor, he bent over and picked it up.

Finally, “There is nothing else for it man, well taper you off, and the $350 you owe will be worked out on a long tab. The drugs to titrate you down, will be added to it, then no drugs for six months. Plus, you will be working on that for a while. Clyde Owens?’

His principal enforcer answered, “Yeah boss.”

“Make out a long tab for the drughead that went awry here. With that packet I just gave him start it out at $400. He is not to be given any drugs, except to taper him down for a six-month period. For, every load he sucks and swallows, deduct $5, if he takes one up the ass, $10. If whomever he is working pulls out and gives him a facial, deduct nothing. That is on the house for my generous nature.”

“You got it boss.”

“Get him tabbed out and sorted, then go find Eubanks. You guys go and visit Mr. Jenkins and see that our Pasteur that made milk last much longer is relocated to Laurent’s block till he can be placed again. Make sure that piece of shit Jenkins, knows I am not happy.?

“Sure, thing boss.”

Ricky Hamilton said, “Thanks King for your generosity.”

“Get lost before I change my mind, shitbag.”

As soon as everyone was gone, his Master got up and laid down on his bottom bunk.

“Go pull the curtain over the door and come over here and work on my back some. I have a headache, fucking wing-wang losers.”

“Yes Master.” His slave went and closed the curtain, there were a couple of dispensers kind of like one would see in a lab, with containers of warmed massage oil. One of Laurent’s people had been teaching him how to give good massages.

His Master was not wearing a shirt off and was lying flat on his stomach on the bottom bunk. He slave came over and gently straddled his lower back and started rubbing in some of heated massage oil. They guy teaching him had been a masseuse and a pretty good one. So, he slowly worked it in as he had been shown.

The Master said, “Oh-Yeah, that feels good. Don’t be afraid to put some strength behind it. I am going to let you do this a little then I am going to put you underneath me on the bed, and on this day, I will be going balls deep in that throat. You are finally ready, I think. Doesn’t really matter to me if you are or not, it is going to happen.”

“I understand Master.”  He continued to massage his back just the way he had been shown to do. The Master let him do this for a bit, then slid out from in under him.

He grabbed the handcuffs off the table, then pushed, his slave’s face down on the bed. He got one cuff clicked into place and tightened to his satisfaction then grabbed another wrist and pulled it up and did the same for it. His slave did not resist him, as strong and big as he was that would not have helped at all. Then he rolled him none too gently around and laid him on his back, so his head was down about halfway of the rack.

As Master was climbing above him, Max, the slave had noticed something strange had begun to happen. He could not explain it, but he liked his Master handling him in this way. There was a strange kind of allure and animalistic passion to it. Oh, there was no doubt, as powerful of a man as he was if he really wanted to inflict pain, it would not be difficult for him to do. He did get rough at times, but there were limits to it, and knowing the man getting into position to satisfy his carnal desires, on him, there was a powerful feeling to it. He found himself as hard as his Master was and watched the big cock above him intently. Was he really beginning to enjoy this? He was growing fond of his Master, even if he got rough.

Big Master Koufax lowered his cockhead down closer to his slave’s mouth. There was a small stream of precum running from it and his slave opened his mouth to catch it, the salty goodness of it on his tongue as most made it in was, making his slave dizzy. He kept that mouth open, and the Mater grinned and began working that big cock into it.

It felt good as he entered the hot, wet mouth and it was so soft. The threshold he had worked to at this stage was he could get about ¾ of that big cock of his down, till the gagging started. It was time to break that gag reflex, he wanted into that tight throat, and was delighted to feel the slave go immediately to overdrive with that tongue.

The big man on top, loved it, the slave was beginning to really become his, not just to be protected. He was starting to enjoy it, and this is what domination was all about. The King liked his slave Max, what the fuck was not to like? He went to that point, where the gag had to give and started pushing against it.

“Breath regularly through your nose while you can. Once I get deep enough, you won’t be able to breath, just relax, you are safe. Fuck! That damn throat is tight!”

The slave did relax, he trusted this big man, though he could not help a few gags. The Master kept going deeper and deeper, he was almost there. Having a cock of this size in your throat the first time, was a bit painful, as the skin surrounding it in the slave’s throat was tight. It was however stretching and not overpowering him with pain. Finally, contact, the slave’s lips met with the Master’s pubic area. He was all the way as deep as he could go in his throat. Now the salve could not breath, but he knew the Master would not overdo it.

“Oh, that feels fucking fantastic, going to leave it to stretch some. When I pull back each time, swallow the excess spit down, and take long regular breaths through your nose. Work to the rhythm I am pumping you at.”

He held it a bit longer, and then pulled back, and the slave obeyed. First, swallowed the thick saliva down, then took some long regular breaths. The Master was pumping back down, it cut is breathing off, but he had gotten plenty of oxygen.

The Master, now worked to a steady rhythm, in and out of his slave’s throat and mouth. The slave fell right in line with him and would never have believed having another person having this kind of control over you and fucking your mouth and throat could be enjoyable. He knew this would give him a sore throat, but he was enjoying being controlled like this anyway.

Master Richard was feeling so good, because it was so tight, and his slave was following instruction so well. So, he worked it and worked it, they were in a perfect exchange and working together. He was not gagging at all now. That gag reflex had been smashed, or it would still linger from time to time for a bit, but he had battered it down. Their little exchange of working together so perfectly went on for a while.

“I am going to pull up when I bust my nut here in a minute, I want you to really taste what you worked so hard for bitch. My perfect little cocksucker, I took your virginity and broke your gag reflex, you are so much mine.”

His slave looked forward to him flooding his mouth, yes, he was his.        

The Master sped up for a minute and then pulled back some and began shooting his mouthful of his cum.

“Fuck yes! Swallow every drop of that load bitch. You worked so hard for every single drop of it.......Fuck! that feels good!”

Time and gain the slave got blast after blast of salty goodness and swallowed it as fast as he could.  Once the master was spent and he knew the slave had gotten it all down, he pushed all the way deep down in the throat again, and let it sit there for a moment. He was breathing hard, and when it started to feel sensitive, he pulled his large member out and got kind of a, ‘Popping,’ noise.

He got off the bunk and left the slave handcuffed where he was and went to the bathroom. He was back in a few minutes, easily rolled his slave over and unlocked the handcuffs.

He grinned and said, “Mission accomplished, good job my cocksucker bitch. Get our food trays, and time for a nap, good work.”

The slave got up and began sitting the food trays up, “Thank you Master.”

They sat and ate in silence, the food was good today, and they had started early. A nap would hit the spot, the Master went over and started preparing the restraints on the top bunk, as the slave dealt with the food trays.

In no time, the slave was all secured in it and covered, and his Master laid on the bottom bunk. They went to sleep quickly, both were grinning.

They had slept through the evening again and Max the slave was once again awakened to his Master having climbed on his top bunk with him. In the low light the slave could see a small bag had been laid to the side, and his Master was working on untying his bonds around the rope around his ankles. For a big guy he was nimble. The way the top bunk was laid out, it had several of these smaller soft nylon ropes tied to the bedframe all over it. When changing the bedding the slave had to take them all and pull them out and hang them off the side.

His ankles were free and now the big man laid down on top of him and spent a couple of minutes kissing him deeply. This they had been working on and the slave was getting better at it. His Master was busy with his top hands finding two appropriate ropes there were free and pulled them down beside his slave.

He pulled away and said quietly, “When I get back down at the bottom of the bed, lift your legs up in the air and bend them back a little towards you. He leaned down there and was on his knees between his slaves legs. The slave did as he said and lifted his legs, the big Master leaned forward and grabbed his right ankle and pushed it a little futher back. He was not rough about it, just firm and steady.

He reached over and got the thin rope he had on that side and began wrapping around that ankle and looped it a few times. He was practiced at this and with minimal work, had that ankle secured so it was pulled up and back. He grabbed the free ankle and pushed it in same fashion got the rope on that side and did the same thing. It was obvious what he was doing, the slave was secured on his back with his legs up in the air and pulled back and apart and they were also secured. This would give his Master easy access to lay on top of him and fuck him as he liked.

He was not quite done yet, the master fished around and found two ropes, that were free in about the middle of the bed. He pulled one across, measured out the right amount of slack. He seized his slaves balls and looped it around them about three times, fed it to the other side of the bed. He got it through one of the places to secure it and began to slowly tighten it up. Not so much, to cut off the circulation, but enough to be snug and tied his balls off.

He got another rope measured it out the same and put a big hand on his slave’s hard cock. This one he looped around the base of it, at the base of it, not enough to constrict blood flow but it too was snug. He pulled it over found a place to snake it through and pulled it snug and tied it off. Then he reached in the bag and took a few things out, laid back over his slave and kissed him passionately and roughly again.

“I put these on, the pain will be sharp for a second, don’t yell out, take it and it will feel better quickly. Got me?”

He took what he had pulled from the bag, they were medium grade alligator clamps. He eased one onto each of is slave’s nipples. The pain was sharp, but the slave powered through it and just grunted a little. Next, he put on onto each of the slave’s earlobes. Again, the pain was sharp but bearable and the big guy paused to let him adjust.

“These will hurt the worst, just do the same, deep regular breaths, it will pass.” He got two of the clamps and found some loose skin on his tied balls and connected them one at a time. The pain from these were sharp, and the slave had broken out in a sweat. He had that dizzy, kind of drunk feeling. The contortion and pain were causing his body to produce endorphins. Next, his master had the bottle of expensive lube out, put some on his fingers and laid it next to his slave’s ass so he could find it easy.

Now he leaned forward over the top of his slave bent in and began to kiss him strongly again. He went to work with his fingers and began to loosen him with them as he kissed him deeply. This is by far the most erotic his master had been, and it was turning the slave on.

When he felt he had loosened him enough. he dispensed a long line of the lube on his cock. He grabbed it with his right hand and jerked it fast about three times, repositioned and was on top again. He stuck his fingers in the slave mouth to clean as he used his other hand to line up with his backdoor. When the fingers were clean, he was lined up and began to put pressure on his hole with the head of his cock.

As he worked it in, he lowered himself and began to roughly kiss his slave again, it was not unpleasant. The slave found himself breathing hard despite himself.

His Master said, as he worked, “Take deep and long regular breaths bitch. Learn to manage the pain in the beginning with breathing.

He whispered, “Yes Master.”

It wasn’t long till the Master was all he way inside him again as far as he could go. It was slowly but surely less painful the more he did this too him. He stayed balls deep for a couple of minutes.

He told his slave, “Take deep and long regular breaths, in through the nose and out through your mouth. Just use your nose as I kiss you, you are doing well.”

His master begun to pump him slowly then worked up to a regular speed. He leaned down often and kissed him deeply. All these sensations felt much better to the slave than he would have thought. His Master sure knew what he was doing with this stuff and was using a great deal of skill. Oh, he’d not lied either about knowing the secret location of his prostate now. Every pump he was rubbing it well, as he continued to kiss him deeply.

“Oh, slave that feels good, that tight ass and your warm body. Do, you like me having complete control of you, such as I do now?”

“Yes Master, love it, I would never have thought it though,”

“People can’t really know till they surrender to someone like me and find out.”

“Oh, Master I am going to come.”

“This will be a little different slave, so just be ready for it. I have your cock and balls tied off snugly. Not so much to prevent it, but it may burn and there will be pain. It will feel good as well.”

The slave’s endurance under the constant prostate assault, finally gave and his ball emptied, as he had been told he was really having to work harder to pass it. There was some pain, burning, but it felt good as well. He didn’t shoot powerfully this time, it just kind as it leaked out.

The Master sped up his pumping and strength, and when the time was right, reached down and seized the head of his sensitive cock and worked it like crazy.

He told his slave, “Keep your voice low.”

“For fuck sake, that feels really good.”

The big Master on top, drove all the way in him and began to shoot his nut deep un inside him.

“Fuck Yeah! Take it, all it you cum whore.”

The Master took a few minutes and took three of his fingers and stated to scoop us his slave ejaculate and pushing the fingers into his mouth feeding it to him. Once done, he untied him and nimbly moved to the head of the bed. The slave carefully began to use his tongue and mouth to clean him up good with. Once satisfied, he instructed his slave to go to the bathroom and take wet wipes and finish himself thoroughly.

Master Koufax was really beginning to like this one, was that possible? He was inexperienced, but followed instruction so well, and he seemed to really enjoy it. He got a couple of wet wipes and washed his privates well.

They both brushed, flossed, and used mouthwash. In little time the slave was secured back in his bunk. The Master leaned up and kissed him for a couple of more minutes,

“Goodnight cum dump, you did really well tonight, hope you liked it.”

“I truly can say I did Master, thank you.”

They slept the rest of the night peacefully away.

Tomorrow was a Sunday, so it would be study time with a great deal of stress relief as needed.