The King of the Block

Chapter 3

(Showing His Trophy)

Max Stapleton was seated in the plush office of the man that had offered him the plea deal which had brought him here, Kenneth Stanton. There were two Wardens of this facility, he had heard the guy’s name that was in charge in the part of the facility one for minors, Roger Hodges. He had heard was some sort of child Psychologist. The man sitting on the other side of the desk from him, was one of the owners of the Corporation that operated this facility, Kenneth Stanton. He was the Warden over the section that housed the inmates ages eighteen to twenty-five.

He looked to be early fifties maybe, nicely combed graying hair slightly. He was wearing a nice suit and sporting an expensive looking watch. He had kind features and was pleasant to speak to, but Max new that could be all too deceiving. There was a nightmare happening in this place and this man was one of its principal architects. The Warden was immaculate looking in most every way, he looked like one of those people that took three hours to get ready spending most of the time staring at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Now Max remained quiet as the Warden read a file and looked over at a computer screen quite frequently. He had dark eyes and did not seem to miss much with them. His voice was soft and pleasant, and he spoke from behind the file.

“So, Mr. Stapleton, what do you think of your new surroundings? Are you settling in well?”

A skinny guard wearing the Stapleton House uniform had escorted Max up and was waiting just on the other side of the office door. He had introduced himself as corrections officer Estes and told Max to mind his manners.

As he had come into the room and was told he could take a seat, the Warden had offered him a cold can of Coca Cola original. Max had thanked him for it and took a sip.

“Well Sir? Warden? Not sure how do address you sorry. All things being equal I would rather be in Philadelphia, though I have never been there. I am doing the best I can sir, I know I messed up. You can’t apologize to a dead man, so I follow the rules and do as I am told.”

The Warden laid the file down, and smiled at him, he reminded Max of a snake. He was good at drilling you with eye contact and looked confident.

“It is my understanding you have taken up with Mr. Koufax’s crew and are bunking with him. I see that you are both from the same area, did you know each other in school? Sir or Warden either one is fine, I am not particular.”

“We just knew each other in passing sir, we weren’t like friends or anything. I think it is accurate to say that I have become part of his group sir.”

Warden Stanton smiled, “That is good, social structure is vital in an institutional setting. That group is of high importance to me, and you are a bright young man. Your school instructors sing your praises, and I must say Mr. Koufax’s take on, ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,’ was quite refreshing. I have never seen him write so well, you must be, motivational.”

Max just stared, he really did not miss anything, “I try to be of help sir when I can.”

The asshole just continued to grin, “Well I must see all the inmates at least once a month, I see absolutely no problems with you. I would not expect there to be any, you are not the sort. You may go, take the coke with you, and enjoy it. Hopefully you will continue to be helpful, and you have fallen in with the right group. See you soon, Mr. Stapleton, you may see yourself out.”

Max rose, and said, “Have a good day sir and thank you.” ......’Motherfucker’.  He could not help but think it and he walked out and closed the door behind him. Estes escorted him back through the labyrinth of passageways and corridors to the bottom of the stairs that led up to his cell. Then he just walked away, Max walked up and found his Master lying on his bunk, in just his underwear and socks crossed, apparently his favorite reading position. He was reading, Steinbeck’s, “The Grapes of Wrath.”

He looked down at his slave and said, “Hope you are familiar with this one, I have a report due on it next week. Good book you are just a far better writer than me cocksucker, I do read them however so I can pass the exams.”

The slave sat down at his spot at their desk and said, “No problems Master, I have read it like three times. My mom’s an English teacher at the local high school.”

“Yeah, I had her sophomore year, nice woman, even nicer tits, shame you could not have inherited those. Then not only could I be breaking your gag reflex down, banging your ass, I could add titty fucking you to the list as well. You are fine as you are though, speaking of which, instructions for you.”

Max looked up, “Yes Master?”

“You have sort of a rite of passage to go through, we will do it in about an hour, I have put the word out so there will be a good audience.”

This did not sound good, “An audience Master?”

The Mater grinned at him, “Yeah, it is mostly for my benefit, it’s a one-time thing. Just do as I am about to instruct you and you will be fine.”

Max was nervous about this, “I will Master?”

“We are going down to the open shower area, we have a shower in the cell here, but most guys don’t. They use the communal one and that is where we are going. You are going to give me a blowjob for all to see, many will be there who are not in class or in SCU. We do this to all new bitches that contract in here, and I particularly like it cause most of them will be watching something they just don’t have, you.”

Max thought, well this is humiliating but said, “I understand Master, what is SCU?”

“Oh, for shitheads that don’t pull juice that act out, it’s short for a special care unit. They shoot you up with Haldol and put you in a padded room. It usually lasts for twelve hours you will never have to worry about it. But giving me a nice blowjob for all to see you do, I will be rough, just concentrate on me, and your task. Got it?”

Max decided there was nothing for it, “I understand Master.”

His master grinned bigger, “Half the shitheads in the joint tonight will jerk off thinking about your mouth round their cocks. Unfortunately, tonight you will be in this cell, with my cock up that ass again. For dominant people like me, with connections like I have in a place like this, it is a real thrill. I expect your best effort and be completely pliable to me.”

“What about the shower guard Master, “Max asked him.

“Oh, that will be Harrison, he will watch too and probably go out to his car and jerk off. All they have working in the place are fucking perverts. We make the Warden way too much money for them to interfere. Now quiet till it’s time to head that way.”

The time rolled around quickly, and the slave dreaded this.

His Master said, “Get us a couple off shower rolls and all you need to wear is a bathrobe and shower shoes.”

The slave, Max gathered up two complete what everyone called shower rolls. They consisted of a clean towel each had a bar of soap in a container, shampoo and conditioner, and washcloths. They undressed and put their bathrobes on. Put on jellied shower shoes and the master grabbed a mat over in the corner.

He indicated to it, “It’s for you to get on your knees on. This is to show everyone who the King is, who you belong to, and just a boost to let them know what I am getting all the time. Ours is an arrangement of mutual benefits, so just concentrate on sucking my big dick and pay the riff raff no mind. I get your service and you get my protection and many other benefits lots here never see.”

Max hated to admit, but it was true, “Yes Master, thank you.”

Then went down that way, the communal shower room was full, and people got out of their way as they came through. It was obvious this was a common thing, and this was to be a show. Max had not exactly intended to be the star, but he didn’t get consulted on decisions like this.

This fucking place should be blasted off the planet and all that should be remaining was a crater. He was pulled back to earth by his Master taking his robe off and pulling him to the center of the shower room. He unfolded the shower rug on the floor. Sure, enough one of the facilities guards, who Max guessed was Harrison was eyeing him up and down.

His Master leaned in close and whispered and said, “Hit your knees and open your mouth, and just do what I have been teaching you to do. The crowd will fade away, you are safe, I am here.”

Someone in the crowd said loudly, “Get on those pretty knees cocksucker.”

Another big guy said, “There is no justice in the universe, his fucking slave’s cock is bigger than mine.”

Several people laughed and it spread.

“Whose isn’t?”

“Fuck you.”

“What that toothpick no one would ever know it.”

More laughter.

The slave got on his knees and opened his mouth, his master fed him his cock slowly. Deeper and deeper, then took both sides of his head and started him working it in and out of his mouth.

Master said, “Good bitch, keep working it.”

“Man, the King’s slave is the reason they make that joke, ‘Boy you got a pretty mouth.’ He really does.”

The slave was not paying them any attention now and just concentrated on his task. He pulled a great deal of suction, licked like crazy and went along as his master was moving his head.

Richard had a sly grin as he watched all the losers out there getting hard. He decided to make it worse for them and pulled hard on his slave’s head.

“Urgh-Hmph.”

Now they were all silent and transfixed, you know that had to feel good.  

The muscular Richard Koufax was demonstrating what a trophy he had ended up with. Every young guy standing there knew he was a CNC contract guy, and he could do anything he liked to that hot slave. They were all breathing harder, and some had their mouths hanging open.

There was a word that applied to as large of a group as young men this size that were denied access to women, it was HORNY. Of course, there were a few gays in the place, about the same percentage as the general population which translated to not enough to go around. Most that had were stingy, so there was more than a fair amount of unsanctioned CNC that went around.

This was what had been about to start happening to the slave sucking cock so hotly in the shower now, it was usually one individual that fell to an already organized gang, which were usually new guys. To some that was the whole purpose of being in ganged groups. No gang would have that mouth they were watching work now. That guy getting sucked so sweetly had assembled the meanest force of, ‘Fuck you up totally and completely,’ there was in the place.

People only had to find that lesson out once and most now knew.

The slave was working hard, and his Master was probing at that gag zone. He would continue to batter at it till it fell and he could take it in his throat balls deep. They worked on it some every day, and the slave was tolerant and obedient. He was also aware because of his good looks and aversion to violence. Several groups would try and take advantage of him in this place if they could. He had seen it happen to more than a few. Because of whom was on the other end of this big cock he was sucking, that would not happen.

His Master knew it to, and this slave was his, and he had no aversion to violence. This place had a strange social order of its own which ruled the day. It was survival of the fittest, meanest and those who had positioned themselves the best. This one making is cock feel so good with his hot mouth now, might be his slave. He was also one of his as in his gangs, so he could touch, but no one else better even think about it. Then there was the fact he was really growing to like this slave.

As his slave so expertly sucked on his big cock the big man thought, ‘That is right all of you bitches watch, with your mouths hung open. You could even dream if you liked, but this one was his, totally and completely.’

“Oh, that feels good slave, faster, I am getting close.”

His slave tightened his lips down and went even faster.

“When I tell you to bitch, lean your head back and close your eyes. Also open that mouth good and wide for me.”

His slave just worked and worked, then it was time.

Master pushed his head back the slave closed his eyes and opened his mouth good and wide. Every set of eyes in the shower room watching were dilated. The big guy pulled his cock free with a thick trail of saliva hanging down from it. He pointed it right at his slave’s face and stoked it just a few times and started shooting cum all over it.

“Oh yeah! Painting that face for you bitch! So, fucking good!”

As he shot rope after rope of cum all over his face and into his mouth, most in the room wanted to be him. A few wanted to be the one having him spray their face down with his seed, and wondered what it tasted like.

But they all just stared, and were hard, most were making plans on what to do about that. One guy had his gay roommate by the shoulder, who seemed eager, and they were headed to their cell already.

There were several people that said, “Oh fucking hot.”

The Master finished unloading and stood there and left his cum drenched slave on display for a few minutes. When he knew he had made the point he turned on some warm water and began to rinse his slave off.

“Stand up bitch.”

His slave stood and he continued to rinse.

He told him in a low voice, “Good work bitch, fucking perfect.”

Max didn’t know why, but that made him proud. His Master was happy with him and his performance.

Master soaped up a hand and reached down, after moving the water away, and wrapped it snugly around his cock and began to jerk him.

Master said loudly, “If you want a free taste the first on their knees in front of him the first gets it.”

A smaller dark complected young man hurried over and on his knees in front of where Master was jerking his slave’s cock.

His Master said to him, “You can have a cum shot but don’t touch his cock, that’s mine.”

The guy down on his knees said, “Yes Sir!” He got below Max’s cock and opened his mouth wide.

Max was feeling good and lightheaded and just watched and let his Master do as he liked. He jerked it faster now and his slave knew he was going to bust.

“Oh, thank you so much Master, that feels fucking amazing! Ah-Ah!”

He began to jet his cum which mostly went into the young man’s mouth down on his knees. Some of it went all over his face.

His Master continued to work him through the sensitivity. He told the guy on his knees, “Don’t waste any of that, it is worth more than you are.”

The tan guy in his knees said, “Yes sir and began scooping off his face with his fingers and shoving them into his mouth and licking them clean.”

Master asked him, “You like cock, blow and take it up the ass?”

The guy answered, “Yes Sir, I sure do.”

The Master asked him, “What’s your name?”

“Duane Marco Sir.”

His Master said, “Then pack your stuff up and tell the guards you are moving to our floor, I have guys in my crew which always need servicing. You contract?”

“I would be happy to sign a contract with your crew Sir, thank you.”

“Welcome to the only fucking outfit in the place worth a fuck. Thank me by signing and helping to keep my guys good and serviced. Go get your stuff tell them you will be bunking with C. Owens, unit H-117.

“Yes Sir.”

He rinsed off and went to move in with block and tackle. They had finished showering and then returned to their cell. They had food trays ready they didn’t have to go to the lunchroom their food was brought in by a catering service. Max figured he kept the Warden happy he kept them happy.

The Master sat down, and his slave got his tray and brought it to him and got him a fresh coke and silverware and a napkin. Then he got his food ready and sat down and began to eat.

Big Clyde, or as Max put it block and tackle came in, “Damn King thanks, nice looking young man you sent me.”

They sort of high fived, and Master said, “Skilled cocksuckers are a Commodity in this place. We always take care of our own first, that one’s eager, get him contracted in. Use him anyway you like, seems as though he would enjoy it. He’s for you guys to share so don’t be stingy, you know the pecking order.”

“Sure, do King,” big Clyde left to eat, and maybe do other things.”

They ate, and decided to take a nap, even for naps the slave got tied down to the top bunk, he was naked, but his Master pulled a blanket over him.

When he woke it was just a bit before midnight and Master had climbed to the top bunk, loosened his restraints enough to roll him on his side facing away from him. He was working on getting a finger up inside him. He got one then worked in a second one and began to get him loose enough for penetration. It wasn’t long before the Master had finished and began to slide his cock in him as he made him suck his fingers clean.

When he was all the way balls deep, he held it in and stretched him some. The he began slowly to slide it in and out of him he was quite skilled using his cock. He leaned in closer, and licked the back of his slave’s left ear then bit it a little and he continued to work it in and out. The big muscular guy held him close as he fucked him.

His lips were still close to his ear, he whispered, “Don’t be scared, you will see.”

His Master took one of his big hands and put it over his mouth sealing it and used his thumb and forefinger he had licked clean to pinch his nose shut. His first instinct as the air was cut off was try and move his head but the Master was far too strong, and his bonds were tight now. It seemed like a long time, but it was only about thirty seconds, and the big hand eased up and let him get some good breaths.

The lips were back at his ear, he could feel the hot breath as he was continually fucked, “Now relax this time, this is about trust.”

The big hand sealed over his mouth again and pinched his nose shut and the big Master continued to slide his big dick in and out of him. This time the slave didn’t struggle, and the Master held it sealed a bit longer and then released it.

“Learn when I do that, between me grabbing you and when I release you take long deep, regular breaths. I will never do it too long, but I want you to build breath capacity so you can hold it longer. I want you to trust me, and I want total control of you. I won’t hurt you, fuck you are so tight.”

He pumped away and bit his ear again, then sealed his hand back over his mouth and nose. Master was breathing heavy, this excited him, but he never held it too long or let it get out of control.

The slave followed his instructions and took deep regular breaths when he released him. His Master always made sure to give him plenty of time to keep his oxygen levels up. They sort of fell into a good rhythm together. The Master fucking him, then holding his mouth and nose sealed, the releasing, the slave would take deep regular breaths.

“Now bitch, that is more like it, you, okay?”

“Yes Master.”

“Are you afraid?”

“No Master.”

His slave was starting to feel good, it had not been apparent to him, but every time the Master had been fucking him, he had been using slightly different angles. It had only been a matter of time.

His slave went, “Uhm-Mm-Mm, that feels good.”

“That would be prostate city bitch, now I know.” He continued just pumping with a steady rhythm, and then sealed his mouth and pinched his nose closed with that big hand again.”

The slave did not struggle and every time he pushed that cock in and out of him, it was lighting him up.

The big Master said in his ear, “I am going to make you cum, then you will have to change the bed afterwards. Then we will shower, and you will sleep well the rest of this night.”

He released his grip again he had control and was winning his trust. Oh, he was going to fill that ass full, but there was time yet. He never stopped his rhythm.

The slave was getting close, “Uhm, yes, you are making that feel so good. Sorry for speaking Master.”

“I don’t mind it when we are fucking, it is hot, and we are both liking this. See how good I can make you feel when I take control of you?”

“Yes Master.”

He used his big hand to cut his air again, he was not rough about it, he was so strong he didn’t need to be. He knew when he had first hopped down off this very bunk and first looked this one in the eye, oh, fuck yeah.”

He released in about a minute and the slave began to take deep regular breaths. His pumping never stopped, and he knew the slave could not hold out much longer.

“Uh, Master I am going to cum.”

In the low light the Master grinned and sped up a little now.

The slaves balls drained and his cock for the second time that day began squirting cum this time on his bed covers. He had a stack of clean ones over in the corner, now he knew why. Oh, it felt good every time he shot.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

The Masters big hand slid down and located his cock, and he started working on that sensitive head. The slave didn’t struggle he surrendered to it, and that got the big man going.

Just for a few thrusts he pumped hard and fast then he buried all the way up in his slave. His balls began to drain, and he began pumping him full, as he worked that sensitive cockhead. He reached up and bit his ear again as he was unloading.

“Get you some of that bitch! You will take all of it like the slut you are.”

Finally, he was empty, and his slave’s sensitivity was gone. He untied him and slid up and sat at the top of the bed. The slave didn’t even need to be told he immediately went to work carefully licking and sucking him clean.

Afterwards Master sat in the dim light and watched the slave change his bedding out. They took a nice hot shower together, then the slave was secured back into his top bunk. The Master covered him up, and he kissed him deeply for a minute. Just as he had told him, they both slept peacefully through the rest of the night.

Who knew what he would introduce his slave to tomorrow.