The King of the Block

Chapter 1

(How did This Happen?)

Maxwell Stapleton, that everyone just called Max, laid inside his cell, on his rack in pain. He considered the events of the past four months, and how did he end up in a correctional facility at the age of eighteen? Not just any facility, the somewhat controversial Stanton Home for Youthful Offenders and Rehabilitation. It had all gone so terribly wrong so quickly, sure he had made a mistake but not what they said.

A little over four months back, he and two guys he hung around with in high school, after graduation, had went out and had a few. He was not a big drinker, and when his, so called friend, Mark Jordan, had said he would drive, his inexperience and youth had served him poorly. They had been driving way too fast down a back alley and listening to loud music. He had even suggested or tried to suggest to his two friends in the front seat, that perhaps slowing down would be prudent.

It had been too late, Mark behind the wheel of his Honda Accord had clipped the tail end of a car well and rocked it forward. As they had come to a stop, they got out and discovered to their horror a guy that must have been homeless and sitting with his back against the alley. The car they struck had rolled over his front legs, and Max had stood momentarily as the man asked for help. He hot gotten out his cellphone and used the emergency help beacon that would broadcast to the authorities.

He was in shock and had just acted out of reflex as his friend that had been driving had thrown him the car keys. He had just simply caught them and went to give the man assistance. It was cold so he had removed his coat, and covered the man, he had always heard to do this to avoid an injured person from going into shock. His two, so called friends had been too busy talking to help him in his efforts. In little time the local city and county police had arrived, then an ambulance.

The police could smell alcohol on them and there were empty containers in the car. His friends, Mark and Phillip had insisted he had been driving. Even gone so far as saying they had begged him to slow down. When the officer asked if he had been drinking, he had been truthful and said he had consumed a six pack of beer. He had at that point been mirandized and arrested, under suspicion of operating a motor vehicle under the influence, with further charges pending.

All three had been taken to the southcentral police holding station and interviewed. The most experience he had with dealing with law enforcement was watching reruns of the different, ‘Law and Orders,’ on television. Max Stapleton had never been in trouble a day in his life, his two friends had been released after giving their statements and signing them, identifying him as the driver.

The rest had been some kind of nightmare, he was told the next morning the man the car he had struck, which had had crushed had caused him to expire on the operating table. He was allowed to call his parents and told it would be best at this point to seek legal counsel. All the rest had gone in a flash through his mind like someone using an overhead projector. The man that had passed away was Robert Duggan, and indeed he had been homeless.

Both the other occupants of the vehicle, Mark Jordan, and Phillip House had signed statement willing to testify he had been driving and they had pleaded with him to slow down. They had said in his drunken state he simply wouldn’t listen. They had always been much closer to each other than they were to him.

His parents were obviously upset, but his father had hired him a lawyer, the best they could afford, Dave Posse. They had sat in a room with the local DA who had said he was being charged with, DUI, Reckless Endangerment, and even manslaughter through gross negligence. If the state made their case, he was looking at 10-15 years in a state penitentiary. If he took a plea bargain, they had an interesting one for him. A man named Kenneth Stanton, that was with a private corrections outfit, was here to discuss that with them.

He had tried to explain he had not been driving but there was simply not enough evidence to show he had not been. The state would pursue the case if he didn’t accept the plea.

The DA and detective left, and a well-dressed man with a pleasant demeanor had come in and sat down. He explained his name was Kenneth Stanton, and in Max’s case he had good reason to intervene. The Corporation he worked for, and was part owner of, Stanton Enterprises, had a relatively new facility called the Stanton Home for Youthful Offenders and Rehabilitation, and Max was a perfect candidate for it.

Modern Federal prisons and State prisons even those mostly run now by private corporations were thought of as nothing more than a gladiator’s academy. The prisoners were not only failed to be rehabilitated in most cases, but they also just walked out the doors worse criminals then they had been before. His facility was using a totally different approach, designed specifically for offenders such as Max, who had not really meant harm. As most young people do from time to time, he had just showed bad judgment.

His facility wanted people like Max, who had scored a perfect score on the ACT. It was a prison yes, but he would start a college education and complete it there. The goal was to have him walk away a free man at the age of 25 with the skills to be a productive member of society. So, he could take his chances in court and lose and end up in a state gladiator’s academy, which did him or society no good at all. Or, if he accepted this deal, he would do seven years at The Stanton Home, and leave with a Maters degree. This was a one time offer only, he had showed bad judgment, now time to show he could also make good decisions as well. The man had slipped a clipboard across the table to him and his lawyer.

Posse had read it well, looked at them, “I cannot suggest you don’t take this. The state has a strong case and not many holes to find in it, seven years with a college education was far better than fifteen years in a state penitentiary. If he did, they had made the deal even sweeten, by stating, if he kept his nose clean on the inside, completed his term, he would not even be counted as a felon.”

Max’s eyes had teared up as he signed his name to the paper, and his lawyer had signed. He had now been at the facility for a month, and it had been a nightmare. This place catered to two types of individuals, minors who were tried as adults and found guilty or pled. And young men that were from the ages of 18-25. Two groups were kept on two totally separate wings and there was never any contact between the two.

Max was one of the youngest on this side, and this place was by far no paradise. He was a good-looking guy, and there were those that had intentions for him from the very beginning. This place seemed like everyone was trying to take advantage of anyone they could. I guess someone had not considered that housing such a large group of young men, with raging hormones, with no access to women might be problematic.

There was a small group of Hispanics that hung together that were really making things rough on him. There was not one prejudice bone or cell in Max’s body, and he Knew this was a small group and not representative of the Hispanics living in the United States. Sill yet, he had to deal with them, they were several and he was one. He had seen what he needed to do, but what kind of price would that exact?

He lived right east of a place in south Chicago called Manheim, he had seen and heard through the grapevine someone from his neighborhood was here as well and they had the meanest group of all if the rumors were true. He didn’t know this guy, Richard Koufax, all that well as he had been a couple grades behind him in school. He had known in school enough not to fuck with him, this guy was maximum mess you up if you got on his wrong side. Max was not a violent person, he was at best a nerd, who read a lot.

Right now, his ribs were bruised, from his latest encounter with the bad group in the chow area. So, he could do what they wanted, which he was sure was not good. Or he could try to talk to this Richard Koufax, and maybe neighborhood loyalty still meant something to a few. Oh, fuck this what was the worst that could happen? He climbed out his rack and made his way where the people of Richard’s stayed at, they somehow had got housed next to each other. The cells were two men areas that were sealed with plexiglass, and at night you were locked down.

He climbed to the level they were at and approached his cell. A short and solid piece of muscle came out and got in his way.       

“What you need man?”

Max said, “If it would be alright, I would like to talk to Richard Koufax please. I am not hear for trouble of any sort I can assure you.”

The block of muscle was chewing on a straw and gave him a good looking over. “You look familiar man, where you from?”

“I am Max Stapleton, Manheim, Sir. I am pretty sure I have seen you before too.”

The bag of muscles stuck his hand out and Max shook it.

“You show respect here, you get respect here, that’s how we operate. Let me go and check if he will see you.”

A few minutes later he came and took Max by the arm and escorted him into Koufax’s cell. He was a big guy lying on the top bunk of the beds with his socked feet crossed and reading a book by Arthur C. Clarke.

He let Max sweat it a minute and said, “What can I do for you Max from Manheim, and yes, I remember you. Couple of years behind me I think.” 

Max said, “Nice choice Sir, ‘Rendezvous with Rama’, those science fiction guys from the 70’s and 80’s are unbeatable.”

He turned a page, “I tend to agree, I like the way respect comes naturally from you. Answer my question and be honest.”

Max was silent a second, “I guess I am looking for a place Sir, I have these shitheads roughing me up in the chow area, they just seem to be getting worse about it. I am honest, I don’t know what to do, or say to you Sir.”

The guy on the top bunk, closed his book, and hopped down easily. He as was 2 or 3 inches taller than Max and much sturdier built. He looked Max up and down slowly.

“Mm, nice I must say, you are a looker, you have grown up quite nicely. I do have a place in mind, but it is demanding, you may like it you may not. This is how I roll, if you choose to take it, then there is no turning back. You also must want to do it, making someone do stuff like that is a recipe for getting shivved in the back out in the yard, no thank you please.”

The muscular man had intense piercing blue eyes and he was having a hard time holding his gaze.

“You will never have to worry about me shivving you in the back in the yard Sir. That is just not my style, my nature is to not be violent. If it will keep that gang of hoodlums from taking my food and smacking me around, or harassing me in the bathroom, I am quite sure I will do it. What is it you expect Sir?”

“Look at me and stop looking away.”

Max, looked and held his gaze, “Sorry Sir bit of an introvert.”

The shirtless muscular guy grinned, “I must warn you I am quite direct, but I want you to say you are at least interested and I will say more. Do it.”

“Yes, Sir, I am interested, I am like everyone else here trying to survive.”

Richard Koufax moved closer to him, “In the beginning it will be difficult, as you will have a trial period. If I feel at any point, you are not trying your best, I will let Javier and his freaks have their way with you. I will expect you to take oaths and sign a contract, as you are agreeing to everything I am going to say. If you sign you are mine, just the way it is understand? You must want to do this; I never trusted those I force it upon.”

Max knew where this sounded as if it was going. It looked like one way or another it would happen in here with some group. At least he was being given a choice here, others may not see it that way.

“Tell me what I must do, I will willingly sign your contract and take your oaths. I am honest and do not lie, I truly don’t Sir.”

“Well, I need a new attendant, slave if you will. The one I had just got out last week, so this is good timing. The rules will always be rough, most especially in the beginning. I demand you agree to a CNC arrangement, do you know what that is?”

Max was trembling, “Honestly Sir, I am not familiar with that term.”

Koufax moved even closer to him, “You will take an oath and sign a contract giving me your word you are consenting to me which means I don’t need it from you to do anything I want to make you at any time. You will suck my dick on command, take it up the ass anytime I want to put it up in you. I will bind you, use CBT on you, breath control, some cum control for as long as I desire. Basically, anything I can think of I want to make you do or do to you, I will at any time. With me so far bitch?”

“Yes, Sir, there is no ambiguity to that.”

“If you think being in prison has stripped you of your rights, I will take the rest. You will not talk or speak unless me or one of my Lieutenants or other underlings addresses your first. You will bunk with me in the cell and keep everything in here nice and tidy. You will no longer be a man, you will become my bitch and my property, till I release you or get out of here and hand you over to someone else. You sucked dick before or been fucked up the ass before?”

“No, Sir, I have never had any kind of sex before.”

Now the muscular guy moved even closer, Max could feel his hot breath on his face.

“Not even a girl, you a true virgin?”

“Yes, Sir, I was always working too hard on my schoolwork and had a part time job, there was no time for that.”

He continued, “I like popping virgins, I will train you just right. Of all the people in this gang you are the low bitch on the totem pole. Yet, you are still a part of it and with that will come all our protection. That motherfucker, Javier will wish he was never born when we are done with those stupid fuckers. I will humiliate you, bully you, make use of you for my sexual gratification, and though it will be different at first you will come to love it when I use you like the bitch you are. Once you sign that paper you will begin to call me Master, and there will be no backing out. We are locked in a prison bitch, and you are agreeing to be mine. Ready to take some oaths and sign a paper, we will protect you? Again, you must choose to accept these terms and abide by them.”

Max’s head was spinning somewhat, they were standing almost nose to nose. If he were to back out of this, he knew he still could, just don’t take the oath or sign the paper. Was his security and safety worth this, he was agreeing to be someone’s bitch. This someone could easily make that happen, and there would be no evading him in here. Still, it was not being forced on him, even though they could, he had a choice. He had told his mom and dad he would be okay before he boarded the bus that brought him here.

There was a strange sort of pull, already in the pit of his stomach. It really surprised him. His body was reacting to this ruggedly handsome guy being so close and wanting to have total control of him. He decided of his own free will, and he had to respect the man for giving him that.

“Master, you have a deal, I will take your oaths, which I will never break, and sign your paper, which I will honor.”

The oaths were simple and just what he had been told. They already had a simple contract up for him to feel his name out his Master to put his name in and for them both to sign it. It was done, he had gone beyond having his rights stripped from him by the state. He was now officially another person’s piece of property.

Master Koufax told, the short block and tackle guy, “Owens go and tell the guard minding the control room to reassign this one to this cell. Then you guys go down and get his stuff and bring it up. Next, go find that motherfucker, Javier, and tell him this one is off the market. If we must remind him, they won’t like it.”

The solid block of muscle said, “Sure thing boss.”

Then he was gone, His big Master went and pulled a blanket like curtain across the door, that was supposed to be a no-no. Apparently, he could get away with it, He went and sat down on the bottom bunk and watched intently.

“Strip bitch, all the way, then I am going to introduce you to the wonderful world of sucking me off and swallowing my load. It’s been a few days, that dry spell is over, I have a new toy to play with.”

“Yes, Master.”

Max removed his low-cut hiking boots first and then took every bit of clothing off. He stood there waiting for instructions.

Richard grinned and looked at Max’s body, “Oh, I must say some good genes in your line. You have no idea how much I am going to enjoy using every square inch of that nice body of yours to please me.”

Master Richard took his tennis shoes off and slid out of his pants and underwear. He could make and upload videos to smuthub.com he easily had eight inches and it was not skinny. He pulled his shirt off and he was cut perfectly. He had a flawless abdomen, that was nice to look at, muscular arms, muscular pectoral chest.

“Over here on your knees on the floor in front of my lap bitch.”

“Yes Master.”

Max was not gay, at least he didn’t, think he was, but it was hard not to admire this man’s body. He was now naked below this man a little on the floor. He would have easy access to his big cock.

“Now, listen up bitch. A little dicksucking 1010 for you, you ease down on it as far as you can go. You won’t be able to take it all yet, but with a little training I will have in that throat of yours quite often. You keep your lips locked tight, pull suction on it as you slide up and down. If you do gown too far and gag some that is fine as I like it. Some, like a little biting I am not one of them, so I don’t want to feel your teeth. Got that?”

“Yes Master.”

“Two other things, the videos you see of people sucking a man’s cock and using their hands all over it. That is basically giving someone a hand job in your mouth. You do not use your hands when sucking my cock. Last point as you are sliding up and down on it, lick the shaft and head all over with your tongue. When you suck a cock, your tongue is yours and my best friend. Also, you never stop once you start unless I tell you to switch positions or to fuck you. Even if your neck gets sore of if you gag good a few times, take just a second to swallow your saliva down and right back to sliding up and down that pole. Now, get it down as far as you can go and begin to work it.”

“Yes Master.”

The new slave leaned over and opened his mouth wide and started to slide down on his Master’s big cock. It was a mouthful, but it was not unpleasant. The texture was smooth, and it had a slightly salty taste to it. He was a bit overzealous the first time down and that big head hit the opening of his throat. He could not help but gag a bit but did as he had been told and continued to work it.

“Ur-Mph.”

“Yeah, gag on my big cock my little hot looking virgin bitch. Eventually we will work that gag reflex out of you.”

The new slave was doing much better than he had thought, he took instruction well.  Richard leaned forward and leaned down and his slave was hard as could be. Yeah, he would train this was to be a cum guzzling superstar. He took his big powerful hand and wrapped it around his nice thick six-and-a-half-inch cock. He jerked it a little bit for fun and to kickstart the slave into overdrive.

“Ur-Mph!”

“Your gagging on my big cock is beautiful music to my ears. There will be so much of that as we break down your gag reflex. Well till I fuck that ass sore the first time, that will be quite the happening. You will be sore all the next day and thank me for it.”

He stopped jerking his slave and leaned back a bit. Richard Koufax was not a power cum control freak, slave had to have his jollies too. But with a virgin best to make them go two or three days at the beginning. Three days from now his eyes would be crossing. Oh, he had built to a good rhythm now and it was feeling good. Now he had a brand-new bitch to use any way he liked.

He put a big hand on the back of his slave’s bobbing head. He went to slide down and he pushed him down on it a bit further.

“Mph!”

The master grinned, “Oh yeah, gagging the fag.”

He knew the guys in the cells next to him were mostly only getting their thumb and her four sisters at night for relief, this must be driving them crazy. That is right you bitch, play with yourselves while I break and train a new virgin slave. I am king of this motherfucking block. I will always get mine some people just do I am one of them.

He was getting close, it had been a few days, “Okay bitch, in a minute you are going to start getting salty blasts into your mouth. Keep those lips tight and don’t let one drop get out. Swallow it all down.”

His balls emptied and his cock began to pump this new bitches mouth with the very first load it had ever had. He thought, ‘I would get really used to that cause it will happen a great deal’. Now he had both hands on the back of his bitches head and was keeping him held down on it. He obeyed well, he was gulping the large load down and had not lost a drop.

As soon as it stopped spurting, he used a big hand to milk all the leftover into his mouth. He thought about making him drink a bit of his piss down to, but this was enough of an introduction. They had years for him to drink all of Richard’s piss down he wanted to stream into his mouth. He let him go till it got sensitive and told him to stop. The slave obediently did pull off the top of his cock and looked him in the eyes. He grinned hoping he had done a good job.

“Not bad cocksucker bitch, for a first attempt. You will be an expert at making me shoot and swallowing my cum down before it is over.”

Now he had something to use his cock on anytime he wanted, and this one would aways do his bidding. He was glad Max had sought him out as now this slave would suck him and take it up the ass whenever the Master liked.

He would use him like crazy, but one also took care of their own, now he was that. From the same neighborhood and had agreed to join them and serve. Good days to come, for sure.