Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2005 19:07:25 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'The Deal'

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                              THE DEAL


I'm standing in Burnham's office, thinking to myself that half an
hour after lights out, when we're all supposed to be in bed, is an
odd time for him to be doing this. He's sitting alongside his desk,
leaning back in his chair, legs wide apart, hands clasped behind his
head.

"I know exactly what I saw, Pollock. Fox was being forced to suck
Wilson's penis while you attempted to bugger him."

He's right in every detail, not that I'm admitting it. Tommy Wilson's
top dog here, in for armed robbery, wounding with intent and causing
actual bodily harm. That gets a lot of respect in these places. I'm
his other half, his missus, whatever. Foxy, Steven Fox, is just
fifteen, about a year younger than me, and a first-timer, in every
sense; he's only just old enough to be in here. Physically we're very
alike, small and slim, skin as smooth as a girl's; neither of us
looks a day over fourteen. Well, as soon as he comes in Tommy wants
to do it with him. I don't mind; I really fancy being a top for a
change. We hit on him in the showers. We're just getting down to it
when Burnham walks in on us. He's the new senior officer; there's no
way any of the other screws would have caught us.

"Has Fox made a complaint, sir?" I ask, trying to sound respectful. I
know damn well Fox won't have complained; he'd have half the wing
after him. Without a complaint, Burnham's going nowhere.

"Not as yet," he replies, looking at me intently.

"Then I think you must be mistaken, sir." I conclude, trying not to
smirk.

This is a game; I know it and so does he. He continues to look
straight at me, saying nothing. At first I think he's trying to
unnerve me. He's wasting his time if he is; this is my third time
inside and I know the score. I just stand there, waiting for his next
move. Then suddenly I get this really strange vibe. I look down at
Burnham's crotch. He's got a hard bulge in the front of his uniform.
So that's it! Burnham's a chicken farmer! I should know; I've met
enough of them. So that's why we're doing this when there's
no-one else around! I'm no innocent, but I've never been with a screw
before, let alone a senior one. I'm getting a hard-on just thinking
about it. I smile at him.

"Can I do something for you, sir?" I ask politely.
He smiles back.

"Take your top off, let's have a look at you."
I pull off my tee-shirt. "Scrawny little rabbit aren't you Pollock?"
he says, almost licking his lips. "Don't we feed you?"

I just stand there and let him admire me. He cocks his head back.
"Come here!"

I've might never have done it with a screw before, but this is
familiar territory. As well as my thieving and drug-dealing
activities, I put out for money, been doing it since my stepdad
shoved his dick down my throat when I was twelve. I move forward so
I'm standing right in front of him. He opens the clip at the top of
my trousers and pulls down the zip. They fall to the floor.

"Very nice!" he comments, trying to sound cool. "Remarkably smooth
for a sixteen year old!"

He runs his hand over the front of my briefs then pulls them down.
Although I'm only small, I'm certainly not lacking in the meat and
two veg department.

"Bigger than I expected!" he breathes, his fingers stroking up and
down my medium-thick seven inches. "I'm sure Fox is glad that I
interrupted you when I did!"

I smile down at him and say nothing. He takes it into his mouth,
letting it go right down his throat, then coming back up and licking
all over the head. He's a real expert; I'll cum in no time if he
keeps this up. A hand finds it way between my legs, a finger sliding
up my crack till it finds my asshole. It pushes right into me. He
releases my cock, all wet and glistening.

"Not a novice in that department, either! You're Wilson's fuck,
aren't you?"

I just keep my mouth shut; never tell the screws anything, it's the
only way to stay safe. He's right, though. I knew what to do the
first time I got locked up: find out who was top-dog and let him know
I was available. That's what I did here. Tommy didn't turn me down;
they never do.

"Are you going to fuck me, sir?" I ask, still keeping up the
respectful tone.

He sits back and looks at me. "And how do I know you're not going to
go to the Governor, complain that I raped you?"

I grin at him. "You don't, sir. You'll have to trust me."

He laughs. "Trust a little scumbag like you? I should have more
sense!"
"I was thinking, sir," I continue. "You could help us, sir, me and
Wilson. It's difficult to get any privacy when we get together. Maybe
you could arrange it, after lights out. We need some proper lube too;
hairgel's okay but it's too greasy, and cotton wool so I don't make a
mess afterwards. You might even be able to arrange for us to meet up
with Fox again, so we can finish that bit of business we were doing."

He looks at me, sizing up the situation. "And what do I get out of
this?"

"Me, twice a week, do whatever you want."

"Christ! I thought you were in for drug-dealing, not hustling!" he
says, his eyes widening. It clearly wasn't an offer he was expecting.

"I've been around," I reply casually, shrugging my shoulders.

He pauses for several seconds. "Okay, I can handle that. I can let
you get to Wilson after lights-out when I'm on duty, and I'll get you
some KY and cotton wool, that's no problem. If you do what I want I
might even arrange the other thing. Only once though, I don't want
Fox to try topping himself or anything, it wouldn't look good. So is
that a deal?"

I smile at him. "Yes sir, that's a deal."

"Okay!" he says briskly. "Bend over the desk! I want some of what
Wilson's been getting!"

I do as he says, looking down to see him open the top of his trousers
and get his cock out. He's got about seven inches but thicker than
mine. He stands up and shuffles round behind me.

"That's very nice!" he says admiringly. "Still completely hairless, I
love that! I can see someone's been giving you plenty!"

The finger returns, working some jelly into my bum, and quickly
withdraws. Then he gives me the real thing, hard and hot, pumping it
right into me. I lost my cherry three years ago; a mate of my
stepdad's; he wasn't small either. My bum was sore for a week
afterwards, but since then I've got so used to it, it's not a
problem; in fact I really love doing it. On the outside I go with
girls; I love fucking them, but this is cool too.

This guy is good, very, very good, taking his time, giving me long,
even thrusts. His hand moves down, playing with my cock, caressing my
balls; he's getting me hornier by the second. He picks up the pace;
at the same time his fingers start giving my dick some serious
attention. I can't hold this for long; my breathing's getting short,
legs twitching, balls getting tight. My cock jerks violently in his
hand, spunk spurting all over the desk.

This just makes him fuck me even harder, his firm, muscular tummy
slamming relentlessly against my bum; half a minute later he fills me
up. He pauses to get his breath back and slowly pulls out. My bum's
messy, but not nearly as bad as when Tommy fucks me.

"Excellent!" Burnham whispers, still breathing hard. "I think you
must have enjoyed that!"

"Yes, sir!" I reply, feeling confident that this is one occasion I
can afford to tell him the truth. He gets me cleaned up and takes me
back to my cell. He lets me in and hands me a tube of KY.

"Take this and make sure you hide it; I'll get you the other stuff.
I'm on duty again tomorrow night. I'll come and get you an hour after
lights out. You and Wilson can have an hour together."

He locks me in; I listen to his footsteps disappearing along the
landing as I climb into bed.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's work-break the following morning before Tommy can get me on my
own. He's clearly worried.

"What the fuck was going on last night with you and Burnham? You were
in there ages! I hope you weren't saying anything!"

I look at him disapprovingly. "Course I wasn't saying anything! I
ain't a grass!"

"So what then? He must have been giving you a hard time big-style to
have kept you there for that long!"

I give him my streetwise `been-round-the-block-half-a-dozen-times'
look. "Burnham's a chicken farmer, bent as a six pound note. Took me
in there to fuck my ass."

"You serious? Fuck! I'd never have picked Mr. Macho-Man as a queer!
So he fucked you then?"

"Yeah! And get this; when he's on duty he's going to fix for me to
come to your gaff an hour after lights out; says we can have an hour
together. He's given me some KY; says he'll get me some cotton wool
so I don't get dirty afterwards. And here's the best bit; he says
he'll fix it for us to get to Foxy again, so we can.. you know! All I
have to do is give him what he needs a couple of times a week."

Tommy's eyes are out on stalks. "Are you cool with that?"

"Yeah! I've been with worse!"

"Are you sure it's safe? I can understand him letting us two do it,
but what's his angle with Foxy?"

"Dunno," I respond, shrugging. "But he can't drop us in it can he? If
it comes on top he's in deeper shit than we are. Anyway, let's see if
he comes across tonight."

An hour after lights out I'm lying in bed with a hard-on up to my
eyebrows. If this comes off it'll be the best ever, the first time
we've done it when we haven't had to get it over in five minutes. A
couple of minutes pass. He's late. Maybe he won't go through with it.
Suddenly I hear footsteps outside. The door swings open. A minute
later he delivers me to Tommy's cell.

"You've got an hour," he whispers, and locks the door.

"That was sweet enough!" I whisper in Tommy's ear. "Even if he was a
couple of minutes late."

I slip off my shorts and my tee-shirt, pull the covers off and get on
the bed. Tommy's seventeen, six feet tall and so fit; he's got a
great body. I pull his shorts off, revealing his super-thick eight
and a half inches with balls to match. I kneel over the top of him
and take it into my mouth, licking all over the huge purple head,
pushing my tongue into the hole where his spunk comes out, licking
down his shaft, taking it right down to the base, burying my face in
his thick brown pubes, then sliding back up and doing it all over
again. Tommy massages my thighs, squeezes my balls, fondles my cock.
Considering what he's in for, he's as gentle as a lamb. I could make
him cum in my mouth, but that isn't my favourite; bad memories from
the first time it happened, I guess. I pass him the KY; he works it
into my bum.

"Christ, Polly!" he gasps. "When I've done it with other kids; they
just lie there and take it. Nobody goes for it like you do! Fuckin'
amazing!"

I release his cock, turn round and give him the cheeky grin that
makes punters go weak at the knees.

"Lots of practice!" I whisper.

We change positions, me on my back Tommy kneeling in front of me. He
lifts my legs up. I pull my knees right back and rest my ankles on
his shoulders. He crawls forward till his bell-end is resting on my
pucker. A second later I've got the whole of that beautiful big cock
inside me.

"Take it nice and slow! I whisper. "We've got loads of time!"

He doesn't answer, just gets on with it, holding me round the thighs,
pulling slowly back till just the head is left inside me, then
plunging it all back in again. Slowly, inexorably the tempo
increases. He's not touching my cock; that's good, fucking me with a
thing that size up I'd cum all over the place the moment he laid a
finger on it. Five minutes pass. He hits full throttle; almost
immediately I'm gasping for breath, muscles twitching, balls feeling
like they're about to explode. I grab the base of my cock between
thumb and forefinger, pushing it away from my tummy. Jets of spunk
shoot through the air and splash down on the top of my chest. I even
get some on my face. Tommy's reaction is much the same as Burnham's;
the result's more or less the same too. The length of time he holds
it in there, I reckon he must be cumming by the bucketful. At last it
slowly slides out. Tommy looks absolutely radiant, his body covered
with a sheen of perspiration.

"Christ Polly!" he gasps. "You could turn me queer! I reckon you're a
better fuck than the girlfriend!"

After we get cleaned up I put my shorts and tee-shirt back on. We sit
on the bed, talking in whispers about everything and nothing, waiting
for Burnham to return. He arrives on the dot and takes me back
without saying a word. He lets me into my cell.

"I'm off for the next two nights, then its my turn, okay?"

I nod. "Okay sir, that's cool."


                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Lying in bed waiting for Burnham to arrive, wondering what he's got
in mind. I'm not worried, whatever it is. He arrives bang on time.
I'm ready to go as soon as he opens the door. We nod at each other; I
pad quietly along in front of him back to his office. He closes the
door behind us.

"Top off!" he whispers.

I pull off my tee-shirt.

"Come here!"

I stand in front of him and let him pull my shorts down. I kick them
off. He sucks my growing cock till it's fully hard, then lets it go.

"Right! Let's see how well you use your mouth!"

After all the experience I've had there's nothing I don't know about
sucking cocks. He
stands up; I kneel in front of him, undo his trousers and pull them
down. His boxer shorts follow. I close my lips round his bell-end and
push down on it, until my nose is pressed against his tummy. I suck
and lick, working my tongue all over it, taking it nice and slow. I
can sense I need to be careful; overdo it for a few seconds and I'll
get it in my mouth. He wants to fuck me; I want him to fuck me, so I
just keep it steady. After a few minutes my jaw's aching and I
carefully let him go.

"Very good!" he whispers. "You certainly know how to do that!"

I look up at him. "My stepdad taught me when I was twelve." I say
casually.

Burnham's eyes widen. "Did he? That's very naughty! Made a damn good
job of it though! You can stand up now."

I get to my feet. He hands me a pair of white nylon gym shorts, a bit
like the shorts that soccer players used to wear, ages ago.

"Put these on," he says quietly.

It seems a bit kinky, but it's not a problem. I slip them on.
Straight away I notice the feel of the material as it slides over my
dick, rough, uncomfortable, totally different from the shorts I
usually wear.

"Yeah! That's beautiful!" he breathes. "Bend over the desk!"
I get into position, still unsure what he's got planned for me.
Without warning, he spanks me hard, twice across the bum, twice
across the tops of my legs. I can feel my skin glowing red where he's
hit me. But I don't cry; I don't even flinch. It's not what I
expected, but I said he could do whatever he wants, and anyway, I
don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how painful it is.
He lowers my shorts a couple of inches so they're down on my hips. A
hand goes up one leg of my shorts, a finger pushing KY into my bum.
The hand slides out again. Then something else goes up there. In one
quick movement he impales me on his cock. Being fucked in a pair of
gym shorts with my butt and my thighs still smarting from the
spanking he's given me is well kinky. It's not something any of my
other punters has wanted to do, but in a strange way, it just adds to
the turn-on. As he gets into his stride I begin to realise why it's
these shorts he's given me. It's not just that they're a lot shorter
than kids usually wear these days, it's because of the coarse nylon
stuff rubbing against my privates. He's not touching me down there,
but he doesn't need too. A large drop of precum leaks out of my cock,
wetting my shorts. This is wild! The way Burnham's fucking me you'd
think he was due to go to the gas chamber first thing in the morning;
it's way harder than when he did it the last time, even harder than
Tommy does it. The wet patch on the front of my shorts is growing
steadily.  I'm trying to hold back, trying to stay relaxed, but I've
got no chance. My body goes into the wildest spasms I can remember,
spunk gushing through my cock and flooding into my shorts, leaving me
wet and sticky. It's the wildest, horniest, most incredible fuck
ever! Before I even have time to think, Burnham's gasping for breath.

"Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! Take that! You dirty little scumbag! This is what you
need! Take it!! Take it!!! Aaaaggghhhhh!!!!!"

He unloads into my bum. A long pause then he quickly pulls out. I
fart involuntarily; it always happens when someone pulls out too
fast. Now I've made a mess back there too. Tomorrow it'll be Tommy's
turn. I could tell him all about it, tell him what an incredible fuck
Burnham's just given me, but I won't; I don't want him getting
jealous. I'll just say it was okay, same as last time.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I've got the word; we're going to get our chance with Foxy again.
It's going to happen first thing in the morning. Burnham lets us out
at quarter past six, when most of the kids are still in bed.
Strolling along to the shower room, my cock's so hard it's bursting
out of my shorts. When we get to the shower room Foxy's already
there. He seems surprised to see us. Tommy smiles at him.

"Hello, Foxy! Me and Polly here have just come along to complete your
education!"
The kid looks scared shitless.

"No! Please Tommy! That hurts, man!"

"Just be cool!" Tommy tells him. "Polly's brought some stuff that's
going to make it real easy for you!"

He pulls off his shorts and tee-shirt and holds his massive cock.

"Right! Now last time, you were just showing me what you can do with
that!"

Foxy hesitates for a moment, then bends forward and takes it into his
mouth. He's clearly not that experienced, but I get the distinct
impression he's done it before.

"That's cool!" Tommy whispers. "Very good; just keep it nice and
slow; you don't want my spunk in your mouth, do you? Neither do I,
I've got other plans for that!"

I strip off too and move in behind the kid. His pucker's still
completely hairless, the same as mine. I put some KY on my finger and
work it into his bum. He's very tight; it's going to take some time
to get him ready, but this morning time's not a problem. I reach
round and play with his cock Within seconds it comes to life in my
hand. Down there he's much smaller than me, a slim, uncut four and a
half inches with firm round balls and a tiny crop of pubic hair, a
real kid's cock. He'd make a fortune on the rent scene; lots of the
punters I know really go for that. He flinches slightly as I push a
second finger in, but after a couple of minutes he's starting to
relax, my fingers sliding smoothly in and out. It's time he took the
real thing. I move in behind him.

"Get your feet further apart" I rasp at him.

He does as I tell him. He's a fraction taller than me, standing like
that he's at just the right height. I guide my cock onto his asshole
and stick it in. He really flinches this time; trying to get away
from the pain, but with Tommy's cock at one end and mine at the
other, he's going nowhere. Instinctively I get to work. What a buzz
this is! He is so tight! I've fucked several girls, but when I've
done it with other guys, it's always been me on the receiving end.
This totally different from fucking girls, much more physical
somehow, a real `boy' thing. I reach down and grab his cock. Despite
his protests, it's still rock hard. I let it go. I can give that some
attention later. Right now all I can think about is fucking the kid
stupid. With no warning at all the muscle spasms take over my whole
body. I'm so dizzy, so unsteady I almost fall over. Instinctively I
drive my whole length into Foxy's bum and hold it there as my spunk
floods into him in thick, creamy wads. As soon as I've got my breath
back, I gently pull out.
Tommy eases him away from his cock.
"There! That wasn't too bad, was it?" he asks, teasing the kid, who
must be as sore as hell after what I've just given him. "My turn
now!"
Foxy looks distraught.
"No! That's way too big! Please Tommy!"
"Bend down there, over the bench!" Tommy orders.
"No! Please Tommy!" Foxy whimpers.
"Just do it!" Tommy insists.
Reluctantly Foxy gets into position. I'm sure he'll scream when Tommy
sticks it up him; to my surprise he doesn't, just flinches and bites
his lip. He may be hurting, but he's harder than I gave him credit
for.
"Very nice, Foxy!" Tommy whispers. "Just relax; this won't take
long!"
He starts fucking the kid; within a few seconds he's up to full
speed. I take hold of Foxy's cock, sure the pain will have killed his
hard-on. It hasn't; in fact it's throbbing like crazy! I wank him
furiously. Much sooner than I expect his cock jerks in my hand,
little jets of spunk spurting onto the shower room floor.
"Foxy! You're enjoying it!" Tommy gasps, his breathing getting very
short.
He tightens his grip round Foxy's legs and sticks everything he's got
into the kid's ass.
After what seems like forever he carefully withdraws. Tommy and I put
on shorts and tee-shirts without saying a word. Foxy's just slumped
over the bench, cum dribbling out of his bum and running down his
legs as he tries to get his head round what's just happened. We head
for the door. Tommy turns back and smiles.

"That was very nice, Foxy! Education complete! See you again
sometime!"

We head out of the room and saunter back to our landing.

"So how was that?" I ask.

"Very nice!" Tommy responds. "Just like I told him. Beautifully
tight, I'd do it again!"

"Good as me?"

Tommy grins at me, putting an arm round my shoulder. "Don't be
stupid! Nobody can turn me on like you do, and that includes the
girls!"

I smile to myself; I was hoping he'd say that.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I'm walking along the corridor to Burnham's office, ready to provide
him with his next scheduled service. He follows me in.

"Go through to the sitting room," he says quietly.

We walk through to the next room. He points to an armchair.

"Sit down, I've got something to show you."

I settle into the chair as he switches on the video. My eyes almost
fall out. I'm watching myself, Tommy and Foxy getting it on in the
shower room. Burnham's smirking at me.

"Covert cameras can be very useful sometimes, he says evenly. "I took
the liberty of rigging them up before your little get-together. I
must say it's come out very well!"

I'm almost speechless. The bastard's really got us now. If Tommy
finds out he'll kill me!

"So what are you going to do with it, sir?" I ask, heart thumping.

"Well, it does have some commercial value; people will pay good money
for material like this, especially with kids as cute as you and Fox.
I should get two hundred at least from one of the porno websites. I
have to say, it looks as though Fox may not be as innocent as we
thought; I might even arrange a repeat performance for you. But
actually, my real reason for doing it was to make sure you kept to
your end of the bargain."

I look down at my feet. I'm hurt, angry. He's completely suckered us;
worse than that, the bastard's going to get two hundred quid for
putting us on the internet. Tommy was right; I shouldn't have trusted
him about the Foxy thing. But he never needed to do it. Keep to my
end of the bargain? There's no way that I wouldn't have; it was a
deal.