The Catwalk On The Prairie

by Petr-Johan

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"Hey, Three, who we got down there?"

"Ya got Willie and Big D here. Just rolled us in last night."

"Big D, is he that pile of muscles with the white hair? He looks tough.""Hey, three, ya up yet?"

"Ya, who'm I got on the upper tier?"

"This be Jimmie and my partner, Joey and we ain't related...by

"Steer wrestling, makes a man tough... and mean."

"You his bitch."

"Well now, ya might wanta rethink that cuz D, well, he don't take to no name callin', just keep it friendly like. He's a good man, just don't try that P shit of trying to stare him down, don't work. This ain't our first visit inside."

"He got himself the nuts and cock from a bull...."

"Yessir, he does now, don't he. Tore 'em right off at the Calgary Stampede, swallered 'em down and, damn, if his didn't just get bigger. Said he'd like ta try some boy nuts, well, big boy nuts, just slice 'em open, stick his hose cock in and suck 'em dry. He's right good with that."

"Jesus, Willie, yer gettin' me an Joey hard, wanta see slime come down."

"Sure, give that a twirl then when we all got yard, I spect D 'll give it back to ya, he ain't big on litterin'."

"Hey, for real, buddy, how  big is the sum bitch?"

"Know a fire hose? Inflate it. Fuck, he can piss over a six lane road an no one 'll even turn on their wipers."

"Yer shittin' me."

"Buddy, now listen close,  D's about six and one half feet tall, weighs 220 of which twelve pounds belong ta his unfried mountain oysters and the black snake. We weighed 'em once at the Fat stock show in Ft. Worth. Some fag offered him hundert grand iffen' he could cut just one off. "

"Naw!"

"Damn straight. You don't fuck around with D's meat unlessen he wants you to. Guess that's why him and me's so tight. He likes the way I fry his sausage an eggs. Give 'em a good wash an lube ev'ry mornin'."

"Yer shittin me, yer just some blow hard cowpoke who got all likkered up and thrown in here with us others."

"Yeah, well, you think what you want ya dumb shit and when you hear the charges, I'm a bettin' you'll piss yer pants. "

I was laying on or in whatever it was. Naked, wondering why Will was leaning against a bunch of poles that could be bars. Door looked like it, locked also. And what the fuck was he talking about and to whom? Steer Wrestler? Does he mean me? Sweet Jesus, now what? Okay, he's got the description right but...we've never been in prison, well, okay, he has I haven't but, increasingly that kinda seems like where we were. Also, where were my clothes. I swung out of the bunk, almost concussing myself on a metal thing above me, found a neat pile of clothes on the floor, not mine, and listened in to whatever Will was saying.
"See, you fuckers, now you done wake him, wisht you could see what I'm lookin' at, that bunk is so low, his nuts are gonna get cold on the concrete. Shit...okay D, I'm comin' fer ya, hold yer horses...and yer meat."
He hotfooted over to me, sat on the edge and started to explain. It was psychobabble but, while listening, I stood up and started to put on the clothing. Some of it almost fit. Too big around the waist and almost tore the buttons off the shirt across the chest. The tank top under it held together but was stretched to the extent that the hard points on my nipples were obvious. My feet, now used to boots, found the black basic oxfords uncomfortable but at least they fit. As to the boxers, my fucking cock and balls came right through the slice leaving them to rub against the zipper.
"What was that line of shit you just laid out? We're none of that...whatever.."
"Dane, listen to me, you were sound asleep and some tight assed county mounty pulled us over. I ain't got no license and there's some crap about the truck being stolen. So...just listen to what I say, I've been in and done this before so say at little as possible and treat me like dirt when we're around anyone else, hear me?"
"I don't suppose there's coffee...." It was the most inane thing I could have said even "Tennis, Anyone?" might have seemed better. Whatever I thought, Will grabbed a tin cup and ran it across the poles which did prove to be real bars. He was yelling for a guard and somehow it was all becoming too real.
A guard, in a real uniform, did show up carrying a coffee pot and filled the cup tossing a packet of sugar and fake cream on the floor. "Stir it with your tongue, inmate." So much for gracious service.
I had to let Will hold the cup my hands were shaking so badly. Now I knew we were in some kind of real trouble. This was a prison and we were prisoners. I slurped a mouthful from the cup and almost spit it out. "It ain't good coffee, they ain't got that kind, this is convict coffee, like you and me and them upstairs, strong, not very likable and inside for a while." I just looked at him.
Okay, we're gonna have yard here shortly and you walk out, thumbs in the belt loops, push those pants down, show the meat, you got enough chest and shoulders everyone will notice. 'Member what I said, push me around just enough so that it's clear what I am to you..."
"What are  you?"
"Your bitch, didn' ya hear the man asked? But that's a good thing, means anyone hassles me, you come straight at 'em, take 'em out, this is yard, not nursery school. The other guys will admire you for takin' care a yer property, that's me. I'm no shrimp, but I doubt any of 'em can touch you. Now, once you're out there, find a place against a wall that's in the sun and squat down, you know, where ya balance on the balls of your feet, lean yer back against the wall, put yer hands on the knees and just relax. See what happens. I know frick and frack from upstairs is gonna be waiting but if this joint works like most, lower tier goes out first cuz you never want all tiers comin' at once, people have been throwed over the rail, course, it was a accident. And, Dane, most important,  please, for the Love of God, say as little as possible. You don't sound like these birds, you don't talk like these...."
"Will, what do you think making commercials is? It's making a two act play in as little as eight seconds. I've played everything from cops to ice cream sales men to football players....and I had to seem real. Believable. They kept hiring me, Britt couldn't cut that acting part, so I guess I'll just try out for a new show, "Will and Dane Go To Prison." And for the next hour he told me as much as he could about prison life and what I should do.

A bell sounded and our "cages" as they were called automatically opened. Time for yard. I stuck my thumbs in my pants, kicked him in front of me and in line with five other guys, outside we went. Following orders, I found a spot against a wall, squatted and leaned back. Actually, it was comfortable, it was how I was used to sitting by a horse talking to other cowboys. I learned the reason you didn't sit had to do with stickers that went right through fabric and could pierce your ass or your nuts, neither felt good. With my head leaned back I had great peripheral vision without seemed to be watching. Saw the pair from above us come out, spot Will and approach him. He pushed a thumb over at me, I did it back, and they seemed to reappraise the situation. I knew Will enough to know he was loving it, he had them by the short hair and they knew they'd mouthed themselves into potential trouble. But my personal trouble was just approaching.
The guy was about my size in all ways, beaten up, probably 15, 20 years older, covered with tattoos which were evident as he'd ripped the sleeves from his shirt and it was only tied at the bottom above where his pants were shoved down giving full exposure to almost his whole crotch. I knew he was ex military, the ink told me that, plus he'd been around the place and back again. No way was he not a repeat offender.
"Didn't see you here yestiday."
"Naw, rolled us in last night, me and my partner."
"Young."
"Yeup, you got me there, turned 21 about two months ago."
"No ink."
"Nope. The way I see it is...a man wants the best cuz yer gonna haveta live with it. 'N I see too much shit that came off a flash board when some cowboy got plastered and decided that he wanted some ink, so the simple minded shit got some. He don't know it's crap cuz all the guys back at the Bar Fuck Up have about the same thing. Now, if you'll let me, right here on you..."and I touched a place on his arm, "This is superior single line work, look here, the cross hatching, so well done that it seems to swell as it goes up one side of the handle then down the other, this is great shit, man, whoever did this respected you, yer body and his art. Sorry, I talk too much."
"Hey, buddy, yer first rate, know yer stuff. If we're out together, I'll take you where you can get the ink you want. Thought about it?"
"Yeah, all the time, sometimes I git hard I want it so bad. Know what it'll look like, where but" I chuckled, "That's for another time an another way. They's all ways of gettin' ink and I got mine."
"Name's Sam..."
"Dee"
"They got a iron pit around the corner, kinda for us big boys, the lice come lookin' at us...sometimes we give 'em a closer look then they planned on. Pry that jaw open and stick in yer meat, made a swallower outa 'em first time. You ever do that kinda shit."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Ya couldn't a said anythin' make my day. I'm about half horny, see you are too", I laughed, "Sam, when big men like us are getting it up, might as well put the lighthouse at the top. Lets take us a stroll an see what follows."
He reached over, shook my hand, felt my nuts...."Wow, we're a pair."
"Nah, we're a quartet..." He laughed." Ya gotta cellie?"
"Guy I came in with, I don't hold with callin' names but he's my..."
"..bitch?"
"Damn shame we can't all get locked down together. Make a full evenin', cer-tain-ly would."
As we walked Sam lightly looked around. "Well, if you don't mind a guard who's admirin' big men watchin', then it's possible."
I smiled and laughed, "Hot damn, I do love an audience. Damn shame we cain't sell tickets." We smiled at each other a rude,  nasty big man smile.
"Don't say this hardly ever but mother fuck, you are one handsome dude. Spect you know that 'n you got all the goodies to go with it...."
"So do you. You ain't aged out, not to someone like me who likes a man who doesn't want to be a Daddy, just someone to fuck around with, play hard with, suck off, maybe do some hand work..."
I could see him gain a little pride. I liked Sam, no reason, I just did. For one thing, I knew no one would be dumb enough to jump either of us. It was unspoken but we had paired up, back to back, cocks and fists drawn. Kinda good feeling, yes indeed. A good feeling.

The iron pile was bigger than I expected. No small plates, almost no plates at all, too easy to use them as weapons. There were a few guys already there but when they saw the two of us they turned into assistants, spotting us, getting barbells ready, being generally helpful. Couple lookers from the yard showed up, one got too close and a helper, grabbed him, put him over a bar, depants him and held him for which ever one of us wanted to take him first. I let Sam go and this wasn't serious, just a warning. My turn came at the other end. As his mouth was pried open he heard something about biting and losing teeth. After we were finished, he was dumped on the ground, his pants tied to an upright like a flag stolen in some game...but the point was made.
We worked hard, lifted for most of the time, enjoyed the company of each other, two big men, stripped down to their boxers, occasionally cocks and balls falling out but who cared? There was a bell as well as general movement.
"Fuck, yards over in ten...gotta get sluiced off." I couldn't see how he'd do that until he gestured to the guys who'd been helping and occasionally pushing some iron themselves. Somehow they produced a garden hose with a modest flow. We all stripped, got under it and let the water sluice off the salt and the sweat, felt good. Must have looked good as there were others who were taking the long way home past the iron pit. Sam winked at me, reached down, hefted his cock and nuts so I did the same. Close to each other, side by each, cock by cock...it made whatever he had in mind for later look good. Very good. It was a hustle to get back to line up, both of us were just wearing out boxers and shoes but we made it.
Back in our cage, Will was goggle mouthed. "How the fuck did you pull that off? Do you know who that was?"
"Nice guy, said his name was Sam, he'll probably drop by later."
"Here? He's coming here? What for?" I looked at him like he was crazy. "He's coming here cuz we want to fuck, you're in for this too and there's pervert who's a guard who likes to watch. Got it?"
"Dane, you've never had anything close to that size up yer ass..."
"Well, that's where you're wrong. Seems Heck had a whole set of dildos, graduated sizes from what you gave me to about what a horse could have given me. Got a lot a practice on that one. Plus, Heck wasn't all that small, you do remember that." I looked at him calmly. "Then after Sam goes home, it's you and me buddy, you've waited long enough and, frankly, so have I. Now, I'm gonna lay down and wait to see what dinner looks like."
"Probly vomit with ketchup on it." He sat on my bunk next to where I was racked out. I could tell he was stunned by the day, by me, by what might happen so to make it up to him, to show him what and who mattered, I rolled over, pulled him down and started a make out session during and after which I blew him. Good cock on that cowboy, I'd look forward to it again.
Dinner was early. A guard pushed a trolley along and, I found, you stood at your cell door and was handed a tray through the rectangular opening and on it was...food. Will was right, while it didn't look like vomit, it was disgusting. More like Mac and cheese with a sauce made from old oatmeal. I'd learned to eat when I knew I'd need energy so, by going slow, I got most of it down. There was water in the sink/toilet unit and that was that until they came around with coffee. Again, I drank it because I figured I'd need the caffeine if Sam made good then, having learned, ran my cup along the bars which got the same treatment as this morning, coffee in the cup, sugar and fake cream on the floor plus the reminder to "Stir it with your tongue, Inmate".
Will didn't do as well getting his slop down but he was a veteran and, I assumed, he'd figure out how to find something else. There was talk of comissary which meant if I could get access to my jeans, there was money to put on that. Whether that was possible was something I'd have to find out. Until then, I peeled, got on my bunk, put my hand on my cock-I always slept better holding onto something-and drifted off to sleep. 

It was dark when I woke up, good days work always tires a man but a good sleep and food picks him back up. I lay there wondering what might happen next and my answer was quick in coming. Seemingly, there was some sort light shortage problem and we were plunged into darkness. A bull horn, probably in the guard house, told us all to stay in place  in our cells and power would be restored soon. It was. During the blackout Sam appeared outside our cell, hands cuffed behind him and a skinny guard with a large key that opened the door. "Meet Biscuit, he gets me around when there's a place to go. You won't mind if he hangs around, over there in the shadows, just to see what goes on." Biscuit closed the door and then threw a key into the cell which opened the cuffs. Sam had wisely dressed for a casual evening; He and I were both nude. Stead of shaking hands, we gave each other's cocks a squeeze then it was Will's turn.
Sam turned him around, had him strip, turned him again. "You got a good 'un. Good ass, strong, big balls, yep, he'll fit in. Open yer mouth, what ya think you can get in it? Then laughed but slapped Will on the butt. I'd sat on my bunk and Sam joined me.
"How long you got?"
"Till biscuit gets rabbity, usually a bunch of hours, once he's creamed his pants a coupla times, he'll have ta go change out. Don't you worry, buddy, he'll do what I tell him to and, I'm thinkin' he'd do what you tell him to right with me." He looked at Will. "This is a real stud, ain't he. Only man I seen in a number of lockups that could match me tossin' iron." He put a hand around as much of my bicep as he could which was only, even with his big hands, about half way.
"Willie, shit, that ain't no name for a man that's second only to us, gotta find you a name...gotta do that. Dee? any ideas?"
"Yeah, you look tard, so hop upstairs and get some snooze time, we'll pull you down when we need some change." He looked horrified but he zipped up and was very, very quiet. I turned to Sam, moved toward him, put my arm around his shoulders, drew him to me, kissed him and whispered in his ear..."Spect we should git ta washin' the meat afore we chow down on it."
Almost automatically we pivoted to make access to our cocks and balls easier. Good slow start, up the side of my thigh, good solid tongue, worked in and out between my sack and the under side of my dick, slow, easy, lots of spit, both of us were hard but we knew we could and would get harder. This was the appetizer platter. Took our time then gradually, got to the head, we were both cut, so that meant teeth gently at the base, some nibbling, eating it slow and quietly, sucking a long way off. Had to get to the bottom of the pole which was some little way. Sam pulled off, grabbed me, kissed me and just held me. "What's too far for you, Buddy?"
"Honolulu." He burst out laughing. "We don't wanta shock Biscuit, now do we." More laughter.
"Got an idea." He rolled out of bed, I followed, stuck his hard cock through the bars, one hand through another and waited till I was loaded in then we slowly jerked each other rubbing our nipples against the cold bars then licking the face of the other. I switched and went South to squeeze his nuts just enough to hurt, he returned the favor. :"Wanta see if we can squeeze out a load?:"
My answer was to really mash down and get my thumb and fore finger between his nuts then push one or the other until the skin was taut. We worked each other over with real pain and real gusto, finally getting there. Wasn't like when you jack it, but the long, hard squeeze was like getting old toothpaste to come out. We stood there, hands up, holding the bars, our softening meat still laying on top of a cross piece and just leaned in for a bit.
"Yeah, Jesus, you are my stud, no one ever thoughta that...just takes the cream off the top so the milk flows good."
"Where'd you like to spill the milk? I, uh, kinda think since we got our ornaments warm, we oughta head back to bed, or  fuck, the floor, we can grab a blanket and find a little 69 action. Get two loads out, makes a fuck last and, Sam, I want to be bred, hard and deep until your sperm comes out by your pistol barrel cock stuck in my holster."
He grabbed the bedding and threw in on the floor. Biscuit was going to have a real good ring side seat, hope he appreciated what he was seeing cuz not many others ever would.

He was at once aggressive and possessive as if there were something beyond the act of sex; He was leaving room for me to be the same to him, never master, we could not have accepted submissiveness so the situation would have to be two heavily Alpha males, well matched and prepared to give and take what the other wanted.
"Wish we could take each other at the same time."
"Don't make no diff'rence to us, no sloppy seconds, just that meat we got bein' used right, like almost never. Roll, I want ta feel yer innards."
First we got our mouths open and the cocks installed then it was time to scissor our legs making sure our bodies stayed in place plus to apply a little pain and pressure to spice up the rest of the action. No hands, just lips, little teeth to nibble on the corona before going all the way, the automatic deep throat, we both did it just like it was an everyday thing. No sucking, just the pleasure of that much meat waiting to we worked over, sucked out, played with...good time. Sam started to draw out just a bit to let the air needed for a good suck to come in. When your girth is like ours, the mandible joints get tired, even having a piece of wood in there helps as you can bite down.
Okay, it was blow job time, I could get into that easy. It was the long slow suck with the milk more slowly drooling out, easier to swallow-and when you had resevoirs as big as ours, a gusher just gets messy, deprives you of the full amount except for that bit you save, just now we were, to break it off, and get tongues in to lick up the sperm that was held back, eating part of yourself after you'd consumed the stream you'd pulled out yourself. Sometimes Heck and I would save it as much as we could in our mouths than the kiss afterward was more of a feeding. I believe until you drink and want to eat your own cum, you do not really live, not do, man sex.
Sam took me by the shoulders, brought me to him and kissed me this time it had some meaning not just sex. Okay, I liked him, kissed him back. 

"Hey, Willie 3, whatcha all doin' down there? Ya gotta watcher, ya oughta know that, Big D got you hangin' by yer nuts? That dumb cracker, saw him today, two tons a lard an' nothin' hangin down, he be steered or sumpin?"
Sam, Will and I listened. "Those are the neighbors...meddlin' fucks ain't they. Guess they fergot their eye glasses." Sam started to say something but I got my hand over his mouth. "Save it. You know what they say 'bout tomorra bein' another day? Well, always good ta have sumthin' to look forward to. I could feel his lips form a sort of smile. Holding me, he stood up, gestured to Will to get down and stand by the bars. Whispered something in his ear then had to cover his mouth as he was about to bend double with laughter.
"Be that J and J, the pop shooters, yah, saw ya today, nice bods, guess I'll haveta wait til yard ta see what be in that sack of .... skin."
"You callin' us out?"
"Nah, just a friendly invite to get better known with the neighbors. Savvy?"
"You gonna bring Big Boob?"
"Cain't say, maybe, he don't do to good with people he don't know from somewhere else."
There was a splatter of piss that fell to the floor in front of our cell, Took Will and me to hold Sam back, I'm sure the way he saw it, I'd been offended and that meant he'd been offended.
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
"Okay piss ants, you done what you did an I told you about Big D and litterin'."
"Tell him he can lick up. That's from me to him, personal."
If nothing else, the "neighbors" had bonded us in a way that is only possible when it's a frontal assault on however many are there. Sam eased down to the floor, I could see he was puffing with rage, but he knew what to do. He got up on all fours, pointed his ass at me and, lickety split, I got hard, spit on me, spit in him and didn't knock, just walked right in. I was in the cellar before he had a chance to exhale but I'd done it just right. Hard, painful and clearly directed from one specific man to another. I could almost instantly feel his inner muscles grab my cock and try to shred it, he could feel me expanding, the veins on the side of my rod getting more prominent not to mention my grunting. Apparently he was enjoying it. Fine, so was I. Sam wanted it hard which I could tell as he was aggressively pursuing my cock and I was fighting back. We were both out of it, lost track and control and only ejaculation would put an end to it. The noises must have fascinated the neighbors as there were some calls but no answers. Finally in sweat and awe of each other, there was an explosion of sperm so strong you could nearly see the little wrigglers in it. We both set to licking it all whether it be on us, the floor, the cloth. No point in saying anything. Will found some cloths, wet them and wiped us down then left us on the floor spread out, lost in the satisfaction of what one man can, if he will, do to another.
Sam rolled half way and took me with his arm. "I ain't never leavin' you. Men like us, we can only have it one way an' we ain't even started to where we're goin'. Dee, I want you, need you. Even Steven."
I looked at him and found an earnestness in his face, a prayer that I'd accept and I would for he had found something in me that only men such as we really were recognized. We bonded through work, pain only could provide the other, the torture of living, the physical strength we had and would continue to achieve. I had turned the corner and all that needed to be done was to get out and get going. The key to my lock had been turned and thrown away.
My face was calm, my eyes were annealed to his. We instinctively put one arm around the neck of the other and winched us together, we would have used rope to bind us but, for now, for where we were, it was enough.
And then we turned to Will. Our first subjugation. He'd never know it, he'd see us as the closest possible friends but he stood only on the second rung of the gallows, Sam and I held the ropes and were tying the nooses for each other. We looked up, smiled, put them on and fell through the ether to the men we would become.

Yard the next day was like the day before, Sam and I were squatting against the wall, shirts off, pants pushed  down to the point that our cocks were only visible but if you looked straight down.... to start the tan we both wanted. Never discussed that, just knew a tan, all over as soon as possible, was just part of the identity we were going to build. Calm, noncommittal to the day, just hanging, waiting for whatever. Probably hit the iron pile, get some sweat and muscle work but, waiting for...what ever, relaxing.

But waiting for Will to take his part. We'd rehearsed him and, no small man himself, he worked it perfectly. He'd had the challenge from upstairs and, for a moment, he was to be the sacrificial lamb. He, too, was stripped for action, no shirt, just walking the yard along with the other guys waiting, waiting and then they showed. Johnnie and Joey, from upstairs; Interesting way of introducing themselves, they each spit on the ground in front of Will. He had the stare, they did not. Johnnie, dumber than dirt, did the old one of sticking out his hand as if to shake but was ready to give Will a pull, take him off his feet, stomp him. Well, that was their plan and for a nanosecond, it seemed to work. Will did stumble but graceful as a gazelle, was up, balanced, fists almost ready but he wanted them to take the first shot. They'd already lost, they just didn't know it. Guys on the yard almost sniggered at how stupid those two were. The vibe said there was a straight line from Will to about 400 pounds of man muscle just relaxing, waiting to be needed which was right.....about.....now. Sam and I quietly, determinedly, got up giving the appearance of a tall, tough, mobile fence appearing.
Joey, not one to let people think he didn't get a lick, threw a punch that didn't even have a name it was so artless. Johnnie followed but now they'd broke yard law, they'd started it over nothing and everyone was welcome to jump in. Only took two and watchers were in awe. Sam and I were behind the stupid pair so it was no problem for each of us to reach down, put an arm around their waist and grab their neck with the other hand. Game, set and match. Keep moving folks, nothing to see here.
Turning them away from the general population, Will stepped in gave each one a superbly executed round house right on the jaw and followed that with a hard knee cap to their nuts. They would have bent double but they were too tightly held. Behind Johnnie, a voice said, "Someone took a piss on my part of the driveway. I'm told it was you. Oh, and I'm the Big Boob, the pile of lard with white hair. Men call me Dee but you ain't no man, you can't even call me sir." Sam quietly spoke up. "Fuckers, I'm the other half and Will there is our man so....you shouldn't a swung on him, shouldn't a peed like you done but that's behind you, that's forgiven, or will be once you pay the price for being stupid motherfuckers whose mouths wrote their own justice."
Our tribe of muscle and sudden fear moved around the corner to the iron pit where our assistants-what else to call them?-waited. Didn't take a minute to get the two idiots flopped over a rail, depants and held down by putting a weight bar across their ankles and wrists; We could lift them, they could not. Sam and I leisurely walked around so they could see us very plainly as we moved within inches of their faces. One subtle move and our pants dropped, commando underneath, there it was to see, a pair of cocks and balls that any man would envy. Will said, "Hey, 3 up, still don't believe in the meat?" He had a chance as mine as well as Sam's was steadily lengthening and fattening. Up close, it was an awesome sight, the piss slit was almost as big as their quivering lips. Our nuts were way below their chins and as near as we were, and as naked as we were, their only view was of man flesh, in Sam's case, pepped up with a couple of tats just above his cock.
Easy to see we weren't half hard which was okay for pissing in their faces, gave them a good golden shower. Toes dribble yellow, hair was plastered down with it....hope it cooled them off. We moved away from the stinking pair. One thing left, our assistants, now our buddies, had their legs spread and some sort of grease, butter stolen from the kitchen as it turned out, was smeared up them and, they knew what to do, each took one of our dongs, greased it which also got it harder as we stood, posing, showing our arms and abdomens by just putting our hands behind our necks and adding some tension; Muscle on demand.
Wading in the warm urine wasn't pleasant but this wasn't about pleasant, this was about education. We didn't say a word, just got close enough so we could feel their thighs on both sides of our bodies, leaned forward and plugged them. Didn't take a moment for the screaming to start which only got worse as we sank in.
On the side, casually watching the revenge, Will commented, "Whaddya think? Maybe they still ain't been cherried out....?"
We left our cock heads at the bottom of their barrels just long enough to squirt a hefty load then pulled out. Stuck a middle finger in their recently occupied chute, pulled it out covered with our deposit plus what ever else was there, walked around and they cleaned it voluntarily or....they could suck them off, full tongue with their jaw held open, their noses pinched closed.
There was a silent crowd behind us, even a couple of guards who did nothing, they knew why and, weren't unhappy, this pair had pissed them off before. Johnnie and Joey fell from their perches into the mess and lay there until they crawled away while we got hosed down, put on our shoes and spent the next hour lifting. Another day at the office. Sam said he'd be down that evening and we might need to pay off some favors, particular one guard; He wanted a chance to see if he could blow us, some kind of bet he'd made; We liked him as far as guards go, and would see to it he had as much chance as we could give him but, hey, they were what they were and he'd seen them so...
The best our neighbors could now hope for was a transfer out and pray that no reports of what happened followed them. They got three squares, all the water they could drink and were on in cell lock down; Sam and I each got one swat from the guard we liked so returning the favor, he dropped his drawers and accepted one apiece from us. Kinda think he liked that, yes I do.
Kent, the guard with our paw marks on his hard, muscled butt, held us back then redirected us to the  showers, locked us in and went elsewhere. You have to have been really dirty, walking stench, horrified that you could sink to that level of filth to understand how that shower felt; I wondered if maybe two different people would emerge. I would be tan and Sam would have my cowboy color, dark arms, neck and face but lily white everywhere else.
We didn't so much hold each other as examined our bodies as the grim sluiced away. Each of us enjoyed scrubbing another man-I thought of my father and, yeah, Heck, people who'd also scrubbed me. Got some tongue action, spread eagled with our legs, our arms were full of each other, heads on the shoulder of the man with you, eyes closed, warm water, even the sound of a gurgling drain. Erotic, yes, intimate, yes, bonding, yes, pleasurable, yes but the main thing, a passed sense of equality. We'd stared down each other and won.
The door lock clicked then opened. Kent appeared, nude, but with an arm load of towels, real shampoo and body scrub which he tossed to us. "That's for helping me my bet, you know, who can suck both of you with out screaming in pain and still get a full load down their tongue." He smiled, a funny, nice smile and accompanied by a body that he should be proud of. Sleek, tautly muscled, what's called a swimmer's bod but with a bit more muscle. Sam went over, picked him up, stood him between the two of us then, starting with the shampoo, did all three of us, top to bottom and the interior. Fun? Fuck yes. I did idly wish I could take Kent with us, be a good match for Will, since our "play" could probably take a turn for the violent and painful, we didn't want Will damaged, too nice a guy. Looked back at Kent, put him in boots, soft, butt almost worn through 501's, sleeves torn off a shirt that only had one snap done up, sraw hat tightly curled at the brim, big smile, maybe knock out one tooth, always liked that on Heck.....While he gave each of us a deep, strong, simultaneous prostate massages, I moved him into the truck, grateful it had a crew cab. 

Sam came round first, extracted the two fingers Kent was using up our buckets to make us happy pointing out that he was here for lessons, we could, and would, have  "fun" time later. I could already see a wet towel snapping contest in our future.
"Okay, you've got us, you got guards, whoever gets us off and swallows..."
"Uh, no swallows, spits." Sam and I winked at each other, Spitters, not swallowers, rookies.
"Guys, you need to hear how this works....uhm, there's the guards and a course you and, uhm, well...."
"Andwellwhat? Buddy, we're adults, we kin hear it. Fuck, might be somethin' we never done did before....fess up or...." and Sam popped a bicep that, even without the skull with snakes coming through the eyes, suggested it could do violence.
"Okay but...I didn't make the rules, they, uh, just took a look at you, saw the fuckheads from tier two and, uh, well...four guards will come, strip you, blindfold you, chain and cuff you then march you to this cell that's empty. They're gonna chain you spread eagle on the bars, and they'll do it tight. Okay, you're outside the caqe so the guy comes up to one of you at a time, sucks you off and....whatever gets done gets scored."
I wondered how something like this was scored but guessed it was highly subjective. Highly.
"So? That's it? How many guys?"
He shrugged, "maybe three, four....more watchers..."
"Ya, we kinda figgered on that." Sam rolled his eyes at me. "In that cage, some of the watchers, they gonna fuck us while we're getting sucked? That kinda might happen?"
His eyes couldn't have looked any lower. "I heard one or two say if they had you pinned down with a shotgun or tied up, they'd like to take a run at making you scream."
We roared with laughter, I put my hand on Kent's nicely curved shoulder, trying to shake off laughing, "Buddy, they is sure welcome to try and make us scream but....they ain't never heard the expression, 'power bottom' cuz these are straight guys, cept you I'm bettin', who think get 'er up, in and that does the deal." I had to stop to laugh tears from my eyes, Sam was equally unstrung. “We gotta tell you, get some money down on this one cuz it’s a certain as some spear chucker making a dunk ball. Oh, Jesus, Dee, this isn’t even the bush leagues,....” “Buddy...oh fuck, lets just show him how he’s gonna win. One thing, cuz you had to talk us into this, so they’ll think whatever line of shit you sling ‘em is for real. You tell them, them chains better be big and extra tight, might even get some rope handy, maybe keep us on our toes. Don’t worry young ‘um, they absofuckinglutely cannot hurt us.”
I took up the thread. “This won’t seem like the way to do it but...go last, don’t worry about that, jist do it and.....swallow but before you do, lay off some more green on whether you will spit or swallow. I’m guessin’, don’t matter to me, you done this before.” Again, the eyes on the floor, he seemed to be playing Boulder dam with his toes in the water.
“Yeah....I.:”
“Tell us later and we’ll update you on a few things you might just have missed. Okay, do not, and I  am cold fucking serious about this, try and blow us bending over, even squating won’t work. You sit on that floor, your cute ass on your calves and relax, don’t look at anything ‘cept our cocks and keep sayin’ to yourself, they’ll get me through....cuz we will. So, you need to see the meat, get down and face us.”

In theory the two sausages he was now looking at, even though he'd seen them before, suddenly took on a dimension that he really hadn't thought through. "Listen, buddy, I been thinkin', at least one, maybe two of those other guys, won't even get on to door number two, they'll spring their jaw or whatever, who gives a shit, that means it's you. We want you on the floor cuz no one, well, probably no one, will have thought of that so they cain't copy you. Now, come here, Sam, let me borrow your club, first, put your lips just around his head, no further, we're both pret near cut off so no foreskin to fuck with. Without moving your mouth, move your lips back and forth, that tells us for shore that it's you. Got it? Okay, whoever you go to first will whistle or made a noise, cough, even with a gag so'ins we all know who's eating our meat. You never said nothin' about a time limit but don't take too much time, don't think about other cocks you've sucked, this is all you have right now, hear me? Us 'n for whatever reason, we're on yer side. Move on down with your mouth and use yer tongue to rub 'em, that'll help us. I bet we can tell when you gone as fur as you can that's when you start the suck. We'll take over from there, ya, yer gonna help us, but we got control over our cum and where it goes and when. Look like yer enjoyin' it. We'll do a little play acting when we think you been down long enough and then make a deposit on your tongue. Turn, fast, show 'em then swallow."
He looked at me in almost awe...."That'll work, you're fucking right, that'll do it." He was all smiles. I thought....Jesus, if winning a contest in a jail by sucking off inmates is a big thing in his life, what kind of life can he have? I was all sympathy and at the same time, someone that innocent at his age....he was right for Will. Good, steady Will. He could do with Kent what Heck had done with me, trained me to be what he wanted. That I took it a lot further makes no difference. Until Andy and Vegas, my life was set in cement. Apparently I didn't notice it hadn't completely set. I had a good idea. "Sam, he's never had a really good blow job 'n he needs to feel it ta know....."
"Gotcha." Dropped to his knees, the shower made wetting anything unnecessary, and began to fondle Kent's balls, cupping them, licking them, worked his tongue down the underside of the dick that was rapidly hardening; He was going to be almost too fast which would be sad as what he waws getting was professional grade. Fuck, just watching I was learning a thing or two. Kent was almost immediately so lost in the feelings that I stood behind him not only to steady him, but to catch him if and/por when he fell over. His abs were already showing signs of twitching, which Sam noticed, so he slowed down, backed down and just rubbed around the area, stuck a finger up his ass and, when that went well enough, he added another. Just then, the prostate was waaaay off limits; To touch it was to set Kent off like a ten kiloton bomb. We looked at each other and agreed that, what the hell, so I grabbed him and made sure he could not move. Fighting restraint, as all know, heightens the arousal and the feelings. I could and did hold him tight plus he had my cock just inside his ass....he was ready.
Sam didn't even touch him, just slid his big, hot mouth with the Anaconda tongue all the way down Kent's cock until he could have manscaped his pubes. I wondered if he would even have time to suck and it was a closely run thing. Kent's body spasmed, he would have collapsed then, from Sam's report, unloaded as much as he'd ever had in him. Even in the shower he was sweating, panting, but he'd come. No doubt about that. Sam picked him up and held him-it was that or lay him on the shower floor. To my surprise, Kent, still in a sexual wonderland, rolled toward Sam's chest and took his nipple in his mouth, put one hand on his massive chest and cuddled. Even Sam was touched. I wondered if now was the moment to tell him we, too, had a little price for our services but decided that, nope, we would have lots of time to screw him and when we did, he'd enjoy it more than just now. Sam carefully handed him to me, turned on cooler water and I walked both of us into the spray. If nothing else, it would close my pores. 

Later sitting  on a part of the shower floor that wasn't wet, Kent tried to verbalize what we'd done had meant to him. We didn't need to be told but it was obvious he, like I in the past several days, had changed a lot. Never again would he be a prison guard, his power in his gun and truncheon, now he'd be a man fully loaded ready for men to take on and to take him on. Okay, I'm corny but I felt we'd done a good deed. What Sam wondered was if he had a razor so he could shave my balls. I, too, had a favor; I asked if he had a pad, he did, and a pen. I wrote a name and number in it, told him to call this person, collect if necessary and explain where I was, where Will was...jail etc. He agreed, said he'd do it as soon as he got home.
With that, I 'suggested' we all get dressed, he put us in cuffs and everybody was returned to where we belonged.
Really going to be a fine man, he remembered we hadn't eaten and actually got some food from the kitchen that looked edible, even remembered Will. 


That night I thought a lot of things through most of it concerned how Will and I had passed ourselves off as something we really weren't. Which led me to Sam. I wanted Sam, felt that we reached each other in basic, earthy ways that Heck and I couldn't simply because what I found, by accident, was that he and I had some very different tastes....in lots of thing. Equally, it was increasingly obvious that ripping off his clothes and putting him, naked, in an all male review in Las Vegas was to his taste. Did I still love him? Certainly, some things do not change but one part of our life was going to change. Andy? Cute, knew how to fly, a passion of Heck's, and had been with him almost constantly since that troop moved to Nevada to prepare for the opening. He was disposable. Sam, however, was a permanent fixture for me. As I rolled over and closed my eyes, all I could hope was that Sam was actually tolerant, well, more tolerant than his exterior portrayed. I thought of Kent in his arms sucking on his nipple and decided that, yeah, I was probably okay once he got over the initial surprise...then there were the years when my face was on everything. One thing did surprize me and that was given that my real name, address etc. were part of the county records, no one had put the name with a face that was widely known. Maybe I'd grown out of that. Maybe I looked like a real man....and please, God, don't let Sam find a razor, I really didn't want my balls shaved. At least not under the current circumstances. Just for a glance at reality, I got up, looked in Will's bunk and quietly kissed his face. Thought about it and, oh hell, pushed down his covers and blew him.

Morning was as brimming with boredom as the previous ones had been. The cuisine hadn't improved, the temperment of the server was worse, in other words, God was in his heaven and all was as it was supposed to be in our little concrete cavern. One early visitor, who only lingered long enough to slip us some food and to say that the contest was late this afternoon; With a wink he said he assumed I didn't need a shower. Also, his words, strange message for me. He was to tell me the man he spoke to kept laughing but said he'd take care of it. It wasn't the moment to explain anything, in not too much longer, Kent was going to have his threshold of education quadrupled in size. I reminded him of what we'd told him, he said Sam said the same thing and, oh, to tell me, he blushed,  he wanted to whip my nuts until they bled. How to explain that to Kent? I didn't, just said it was code but... do NOT supply him with a razor.
Yard was yard. It was particularly warm and many of the guys, Sam and I included, were down the least amount of clothes possible. You can, and we did, roll up boxers almost to Speedo size; This leaves what they're meant to hide up to their own ideas of getting fresh air but...we weren't the only ones. In a languid sort of way we talked about "THE CONTEST" and hoped Kent had understood what we meant by laying off bets and concluded that he probably didn't. I did slide under his level of interest a simple phrase indicating my increasing disinterest in where I was and I felt like it was time to travel on. What I did not say was that if I had to keep slaughtering English I'd get the patterning stuck and would ever more sound like Heck on whom it was largely based with some tasteful bits from Will. At the mention of moving on, Sam looked down and I knew what he wanted to say but spared him the trouble. I punched him in the nuts and said, "A pair doesn't move with only one half" and flashed him a smile that had sold billions of dollars worth of merchandise. His response was strangled as he wanted it to be a question but couldn't get to the precipice to ask. What I got was, "So....you may be around somewhere iffen I get out anytime soon?" To keep him encouraged but making no promises I repeated what I'd said about broken pairs which may have gone beyond him. What was needed was a subject changer and, to really divert him, I went with what might be an old favorite; The razor and my balls.

He glowed. "Ya know, I can outshave any man with a straight razor, slice so soft, makes wiping your ass with toilet paper seem rough. Don't know, just...well, uh, see I have this thing about shavin' an you got as handsome a pair as I seen in a long, long time." Trying to avoid any promises or times, I thanked him said his looked mighty fine as well but in here....and looked at him.
"Yeah, you got me, not here, nah" he warmed to his topic, "I'd wanta tie you down, take my time, enjoy your great face not knowing what I was shaving an what I was jist funnin' you with. You like somethin' like that?" I smiled and looked at him, took my tongue and ran it all the way around my mouth. He leaned back a bit, an assumption had been made. "Yeah, bring you in, steel chains, maybe find a rack, stretch you out, me in just a little scrap of cloth, like in the picture books, bucket of hot water...razor strop, grinding wheel, test pulls to see if the blade cuts good enough, maybe split yer nipple...hey, we need some heavy jewelry. None of that wiry hoop crap. Two steel bars maybe stuck together by a chain...have to work on our Pecs to keep them up and supportin' the weight." There was a pause while I figured he was getting either the sign from the catcher or working up the nerve for what he also wanted. I could guess but waited to see how he'd bring it into the conversation. As usual with Sam, it was very direct. He pulled the head of his cock out, stuck his little finger in the piss slit and made a push and a noise that said, pierce it. Then he looked at me.
"Great but....I'd want the full ladder all the way to the guiche." He couldn't have been happier, so happy that he blurted something. "Dee, ya gotta find me somehow...please, we got to be together."
"Yeup, that's true. How many other guys would rather have a rack room than as wreck room? Just put as pool table on top and, well, you 'n me haveta think about what the loser gets or does....
He laughed, said there was only one me and, he hoped,  one day he'd have my brand on his butt. I suspected he meant that literally. I thought of something.
"Betcha when they call an end to yard, that's when they'll pull us for the game. They may be dumb and stupid but they do not want the general population knowin' that they played too hard with inmates. Look, buddy, we're exceptional, they know it, may get the occasional one, but two?" He nodded in agreement. "Lets go get some pump on just so they like what they see."

It was almost choreographed. Six, I'd underestimated by two, guards appeared at the Iron Pile looking for us. Some of them looked a trifle underfed and carrying all that steel was causing them to tilt to starboard. I winked at Sam, shucked off my pants and sat down. Might as well give the audience something for their lack of money. We didn't resist, we just didn't help and, when dealing with things with which you're not familiar this can lead to faults of ommission, commission and stupidity; On two occasions guards who kept one cuff or manacle attached to himself lost count and found himself attached to another guard. Want to guess whether they had the key? Nope. Whatever happened to us later, this was worth the price of admission. Clearly our bad ass reputation had gained in strength and reality-Kent must have worked over time spreading the gospel of Dee and Sam, strong men with no limits as to what they'll do to take on guards and squash them. Really, the soul of a PR agent belonged in that man.
What finally emerged was a dreary little parade of four guards, us draped with whatever must had been at hand-and about half of it either unlocked or so easily popped....but why spoil their fun? They made it clear we were off to receive maximum punishment for the "brawl" and subsequent beating the previous day. Those guys who didn't laugh were on the verge of it, even one guard was having trouble maintaining strict disciplinary composure. And so off we marched to our "fate". 

Fate wasn't quite prepared or didn't have the proper keys. How we looked processing through the parking lot-I spotted the Raptor-I cannot say but to passing motorists or tourists it must have seemed confusing. Finally, going through the kitchen-a sight which made me vow to go on a hunger strike if only to protect my own health-we were brought to a place of "reckoning". Ho Hum. As Kent had described it was a cell, no longer used with the requisite bars, a dim interior but the cage was lit like a movie set. One suspected amateur photography. Again, Kent had done his work perfectly. We stepped on short wooden blocks, had our hands manacled then, with rope, winched up until we were on our toes. Legs widely spread, manacles and chains that went almost past our knees and, just to make sure, a belly chain which, in a past usage, was part of a tow truck. Sam saw it then I did; the chain around our mid section wasn't tight enough, should have been attached to the cage and, as we well knew how to do, subtly started to draw in our abdomens causing the chain to fall as far as was possible until it hit the top of our cocks where it was not wanted. Old locks rust so we "hung around" while a bolt cutter was found to remove them and, finally, it was time for the contest. As Kent had said, we were blindfolded and gagged-given the kleig light proportion of the beams I was glad to have my eyes covered. 

Some dildo trying to build up the masculinity of the event made a sort of speech that added nothing. Time for contestant number one. No names, of course, we might hear them, like we gave a shit.
He started on Sam and, true to what we'd told Kent, did so from a standing position leaning over. He was an almost immediate disqualification as his dental plates fell out and, from what I thought I heard, at least one of them broke. I wondered if he got lovely parting gifts. I was favored with number two who, at least got his mouth open but, oops, one of the contest rules was that they couldn't use their hands. Now to most American males, getting it up and hard involved use of hands. Having found that in this forum using them was an illegal use of hands proved...challenging. He did get most of my cock in his mouth but it just lay there not responding. Not smart enough to realize he was being had, he did everything with his tongue and lips he could think of until, I threw him a bone, let a little tenseness show which, probably, thrilled him in that he renewed his efforts to which I responded but giving him some hope that he might be headed for success. His jaw was giving out and he was now and again dragging his teeth on my member...which produced some drips of blood. I let that go for a moment until he hit a capillary which produced a modest gush. Thank you contestant number two. Three started on Sam and, to prove we weren't holding back, he shoved as much blood in his piece as was reasonable to the effect that it filled the guys mouth. Almost choked him-this what Sam told me later. To keep the contest looking "fair" he did produce a dribble which he showed the judges then spat out. On to me. Same thing. I expanded but by now his mandible was having trouble keeping the jaw bone as well as the teeth making no contact. I could tell by the sounds he was making we were at the end of his trail so pumped it up a bit more and....that was that. But...he'd at least established that we were fertile, sperm makers, it just took the right cocksucker to get the work done.
There was the sound of flesh hitting the floor which meant Kent was now contestant number four starting with Sam. Must have put on a credible show as it did take a bit longer than expected but finally, he pulled back, ran out his tongue displaying a fair amount of cum, snapped it back in and swallowed it. There were gasps and I thought about the money I hope he'd got down on certain things. I was next and it had to look like a fight to the finish. Logic would have to suggest to the Wahoos running this lunacy, that we were both men and being used as we were-though it was hardly any work-had to tire us. Kent came at me slowly, let his tongue do what we'd told him too and I began to sway just a touch and made a slight noise. He got all the way in, actually deep throated me, with my assistance, then with my mouth closed, he went hell for leather. On the outside I was giving a performance that would have made a nautch dancer proud not to mention the sound effects. Somehow I communicated to him to get ready....what he showed the crowd was not one load, not two loads but three loads, all good sized and all swallowed. Clear winner. Whether it was in the rules or not, he pulled both the gags and the blindfolds from our eyes. We registered surprise at the victor and now it was time for him to claim his prize. After a break, during which we were left hanging, a bed was moved out front of the cage where, I supposed, we were going to be raped by the victorious officer. We had talked about this and planned on giving Kent a ride he wasn't expecting and that the audience would enjoy for, at the end, he'd come like a plugged fountain recently opened. That was what Sam would do. I would grab his cock in my very well trained muscular ass and milk him until it gurgled out the top. Hey, you don't get that sort of performance from amateurs or, I thought, on a stage in Vegas.
Went like a charm, well, for us. Kent looked dazed at the experience and the guys in the room were envious, there was even some talk of giving some of the others "Stallion Rides" but, and I believe this, having watched Kent almost fly through the air with his dong clutched in an ass, no takers. I prayed, Kent was collecting. Surely we told him not to take credit cards or checks, cash only and, for additional monies, he'd have a cast of his cock made which could be made into a dildo, one that had a proven track record. Sam and I, well shackled, were actually allowed to eat with the grown ups mainly because they had questions about our cocks and balls. We tried to explain about strengthening, wearing ball weights, learning how to properly jerk off, get a buddy and practice blow jobs-something you cannot do on your own. Ditto for fucking. Read all the books you want, buy all the useless patent medicine you can but in the end it's you and some other guy, naked, ready to rumble and fuck each other.
I was having trouble displaying table manners that would have caused my Dad to rap my knuckles but...we were scum of the earth, common criminals....until tomorrow. At some point during the festivities Kent said the message was "TOMORROW" and for how many? Cover that when Will and I had a real shower-maybe there was a spa for guys around-and while we did that, the rest of the group would be assembled, against their will or otherwise. I had one hurdle, and it was a big one, Sam would see me as I really was, hear me as I really spoke and find out some other things that might instill distrust, even dislike. I'd known that was a problem and I had to solve it if it could be solved. On that bothersome note, I tried to sleep and occasionally did.

Tomorrow came and we went out. This time when they collected us from our home away from home, we were taken to personal property where our clothes, watches etc were returned. All the fines had been paid, the mess about Will and his driver's license cleared up-they handed him a 90 day temporary permit. There were only two things left to collect; Sam and Kent. Sam, I was told, was being processed out but it would take some hours as all the fines, fees, levies had to be settled before he could leave the station. All I asked was that he be held until I could get back for, after all, I was paying all those indemnities of his. Kent was an easy issue; He'd been offered a guaranteed job with a Colorado Corporation at a most generous salary and had accepted. The only stipulation? He quit today and be ready to roll by 8 am the following day. He left an address and contact for whomever needed to contact him. He, too was in for a surprise.
I found a decent hotel/motel, engaged several rooms, all with showers and spa tubs, soaked for a while, napped, then showered, almost shaved most of face, put on my business suit, pulled on my black boots, picked up my leather envelope and headed back to the lock up, just about the time Sam was turned out.
He came out the door utterly puzzled at the turn of his good fortune but without a clue as to why and who and what next. More confused and, maybe a little frightened-his society dictated that a favor, and this certainly was one, demanded something but..he had no idea what that might be. Stumped he sat down on the steps not sure what to do next. I'd quietly come up behind him, held something out, dropped it saying, "I know some balls that need to be shaved." He was up and on me in a second. But then he stepped back. "Who are you?"
"Sam, I'm the man you sat in the yard with, played musical sperm with Kent, fucked the two jerks from the upper tier with. I'm Dee " and looked right in his eyes " I'm your Dee, don't want any one else just Sam and me and the time and space to play out what we want to do." He kept staring at me....."Fuck you look familiar."
I had an answer for that easier to have show and tell time than just tell. From my envelope I took magazines with me and Britt on the cover, ads with us, stories about us.....he kept looking at one, then at a picture then at me. "Damn, yer real:" but a reality set in...:"what the fuck do you want with an ol washed up con with twisted ideas, no use to you, cain't do nothing much but throw iron and do time."
"Guess I'll just have to build you a jail house for you to live in a cage with me. Get a yard, iron pile, guards to whip our asses when they get the mind to....But Sam, the main thing I want is for you to take me where you go. I came in one kind of man and, with my buddy here, came out another. I want what you want. The wreck room with the rack, the pain and the pleasure, the fun and the scandalous, whatever we want to do."
"Aw shit, don't care about them pictures." He threw them on the steps and started away. I quickly picked up the razor and threw it at him. "Sam, please, stand with me, go with me, be with me, be in me, be the man who's your equal and there aren't too many of us as I bet you know."
"I cain't be bought and sold on some dudes pretty pictures, that's for sure an' certain."
:"How about a slave market, dragged out naked, a number tied to your dick, sold to the highest bidder. Taken away shown where slaves are castrated if they don't perform then are taken to a room with a large bed, tied down, spread eagle and wait for your new master....Could you come to me that way?" There was a sly smile on his face and in his eyes. "Sold to the highest bidder, no gettin' my balls chopped....:" "As long as you behave, no. And Sam I'm a very loving, very hard driving master, my motto is a day without pain is a day wasted. Bet there'd be an iron pile....I'm real creative."
We stood there at the bottom of the steps for a very long time. He stooped to pick up one or two of the pictures and magazines. "This ain't you, maybe never was,"
"Yep, that's what I figured out with a man squatting against a wall then wandering off to throw some iron around. Maybe size is our goal or strength or the ability to play hard with one another. Sam, that's what I want you for, not to be mine but for us to be....us."
I offered him my hand, he grinned and shook it. "Really got a slave market?" I picked up a disposable razor and tossed it in the air...."Ya know Sam, everything has to start somewhere....." "This ain't nearly sharp enough for my man, gotta get a straight one, strop, foam....." He looked at me. "You son of a bitch, you really do want me for me for you don't ya."
I put one strong arm around his shoulder, turned him to me and kissed him. "Yep, that I do."

Down the street I could see a dazed Kent being briefed by Will but Sam and I, well, we just headed for the place I found, the one with all the water. Good thing along the way there was a shop that sold everything he wanted. We could get clothes later. After the bath and the shave.

by Petr-Johan

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