Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 17:04:41 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: A Prison Christmas Present

			A PRISON CHRISTMAS PRESENT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

Bannis walked into his cell and scowled. The half of the small room that
had been his cellmate's was now bare. Odd, he hadn't heard that they were
transferring Gregory. Not that he really gave a shit about the guy, but at
least he was used to the lunk, he would have to get used to a new cellmate
soon, someone who snored or farted a lot or had any of a large number of
offenses that ought to be punishable by death when you're sharing a small
room. Gregory had had the small virtue of being inoffensive and quiet.

     Hell, maybe he wouldn't draw someone for a while. He could lounge out
with his feet on the other mattress, maybe push the two beds together if he
could swipe a wrench long enough to move the bed over. The guards might
leave them that way for, oh, up to a week! Maybe longer, what with
Christmas almost here, he could treat himself to an entire, private room,
sleeping with the serenity and security that a room of his own would
provide, that would make one hell of a Christmas present to himself. No
chance of a shiv in your neck while you slept if you were alone in your
cell!

     He settled for putting his feet up on the other mattress for now,
giving himself the feel of the space, an entire five feet of room, both his
muscled, tattooed arms strung out on his own mattress and his pillow
beneath his head, just stretching totally out, out, oh, God, out! He just
closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of it.

     The clang of a nightstick on the cell bars jerked him out of his
reverie. Bannis turned his head to see Matthews standing there, a mean grin
on his face like always. "Hey, Bannis, got you a new roommate." the guard
said and gestured for him to get up.

     "Ah, hell!" Bannis clambered to his feet. The guards could be nasty if
you didn't get up when they told you to, you had to stand when they said
so.

     "Special one for you this time." Matthews went on as his keys plied
the lock and opened the door.

     "What?" Bannis asked suspiciously. That could mean a transvestite, an
obscenely fat man, an ugly, smelly....

     Or a rather pretty young man wearing a big red bow! That was NOT one
of the things he'd been expecting. He carried his belongings in a neat pile
in his hands per requirement, the bow was up near one shoulder where it
could be seen.

     "What the hell is this?" Bannis demanded.

     "Merry Christmas from Harry the Harp." Matthews said. But it was only
the 22nd of the month, three days until Christmas.

     Bannis looked at the youth and understood. A boy this pretty, this
young, in the jail was foredoomed to one fate...to be the fucktoy of
whoever was strong enough to take him. After the popping of the young
cherry butt, the next step was some prison bigwig among the prisoners to
claim him (such as Harry the Harp), then to rent him out to whoever wanted
him. There was usually a run on the new talent, so the young hapless
prisoner ended up being fucked repeatedly, several times a day over the
next weeks.

     But this kid was new to him. Couldn't have been here more than a
couple of days. Long enough to get that haunted look in his eyes. There'd
been a few gang-fucks of him, then. About the time for him to either slit
his wrists or throw himself at someone in hopes of being adopted and bought
as an exclusive boy-toy by someone. Or for Harry the Harp to give him to
one of his muscle boys like Bannis for a Christmas present!

     Bannis looked closer at the youth. What was he, nineteen maybe? Yeah,
probably busted for selling dope. Get him hauled up before a hard-ass judge
and that would get him sent here. To "teach him a lesson." To "serve as a
lesson to others." Yeah, that would put pretty-boy in the slammer.

     So, nineteen, with blond straight hair that hung half down to his
shoulders, giving him an unkempt look. His porcelain fair skin was
tarnished here and there by blemishes, the guy was young enough to still be
fighting the battle with acne. Blue eyes that were haunted.

     "So what do you say?" Matthews demanded, impatient at Bannis' silence.

     "I say throw his hot young ass in here, so I can unwrap my present."
Bannis grinned.

     "Get in there." Matthews nudged the young man with his stick and he
stumbled into the cell. "Have fun, Bannis and Merry Christmas."

     "Yeah, thanks, Matthews." Bannis returned. To the kid who was putting
his stuff on the empty cot. "Yeah, going to be a good Christmas for me, all
right."

     Bannis lay on his bed and watched as the young man stowed his things
in the box, then taped a couple of photographs to the wall. You were
allowed such, provided the photos were no larger than 4.5x6 inches in
size. Done, the young man sat on the edge of the bed, saw Bannis staring at
him, and flushed.

     "So you're my present." Bannis said.

     "Yeah." the youth fingered the red bow still adorning his right
shoulder.

     "So get your pants down." Bannis ordered.

     The young man stood slowly, took off the bow which was diagonal across
his chest like a homecoming queen's banner. Then his fingers moved
gingerly, undoing his shirt buttons one at a time, with a short pause
between each. Bannis watched with a rising impatience.

     The shirt off, a t-shirt was beneath, tanktop which showed his arms. A
bit of nice muscle on those shoulders, but not half the size of Bannis'
own. The young man sat down and undid his shoes, again, slowly, looking up
like he was maybe hoping Bannis would tell him to stop, or someone would
come in and stop things.

     Neither happened, the shoes came off, followed by the socks, then the
young man stood and peeled off his t-shirt, showing a chest firm but
unlined by any bulge of accented musculature, tipped by two brown ovals of
nipples, and then unzipped his pants. As he did, they slipped and fell off
his body to his ankles, for his hips were slender and unformed. That left
only a pair of loose boxers covering him.

     The youth delayed again by bending over to free his feet from the
pants, and Bannis said, "To hell with this!" and stood up. The young man
didn't attempt to fight back or avoid him, Bannis grabbed the young man by
one shoulder and spun him around, pushed him down toward the bed. He landed
on his hands and Bannis yanked the boxers down, to show two white buttocks
so thin as to be rectangles instead of ovals, and he slapped them hard with
one hand and Bannis undid his pants hurriedly, shoved them down to his
knees and slapped the buttocks again and then guided his hard dong toward
the slit between. A bit of jabbing found him the sphincter, and he shoved
inward.

     A grunt of pain penetrated the silent exterior of the youth, but
Bannis didn't pay any note, just grabbed both hips in his broad paws, and
shoved in deeper still. Now a soft keening sound emanated from below
him. As Bannis began to hunch into the young ass, the man leaned over
further to rest his elbows on the bed. As Bannis threw his head back and
growled with his approaching passion, the man lifted first one knee, then
the other, up onto the mattress.

     "Ah, hah, gah, uh, uh, uh!" Bannis snarled down at the man. This was
his own Christmas present, God, yeah! He owned this ass, this still-tight,
still-warm, still-pliable ass! He hadn't been fucked too badly up until
now! Bannis could fuck it every night, and then rent it out when he needed
cigarettes! His, damn it, all his! Best fucking Christmas present he ever
got!

     "Ah-ah-ah, huh-GUH-HNNNNNNNNN!" Bannis gritted out his climactic groan
through clenched teeth, feeling his jizz roar through his shaft and blast
into the kid's bowels like a shotgun! "AH-HAH, AH-HAH,
AH-HAHHHH-AH-AH-AHHHHH!" and it was over and he was panting hard, heaving,
and he leaned over and rested his heavy body on top of the young back, not
caring if he pressed him down flat, gasping and heaving, he'd get up when
he was damned good and ready and not before, damn it!

     His breath returning, he looked at the pictures on the wall. The youth
he'd just finished fucking in one, and with him a quite-pretty young
girl. "Hey, who's this?" he asked the young man still pinned under him.

     The voice was toneless as it answered. "Gail."

     "She your sweetheart?"

     "Yeah."

     "Nice-looking gal." Bannis said. He pulled himself to his feet. "Get
up and get dressed now." The youth obeyed and Bannis continued after a
time, "So what's your name, anyhow?"

     "Carver."

     "Last name or first?"

     "Only." the youth said. "It's what I do."

     "Do? Do what?"

     "Carve."

     "So, you carve things?" Bannis asked, not really caring. He peered at
the other photo, this was the girl alone. He must have a thing for her,
useful to know if he needed a handle on this kid.

     "Yeah."

     "You got anything carved yet?"

     "Gave the first one to Harry the Harp, said I'd keep carving them if
he wouldn't sell my ass around like so much cheap whiskey."

     "Did it work?"

     "No. He sold me to you."

     "He gave you to me." Bannis corrected. "You're my Christmas
present. Remember that and you'll be happier."

     "So are you going to sell my ass around, for like a pack of
cigarettes?"

     Tell the kid what he wants to hear, he can always go back on his word
later. "No way, kid. You're all mine now. Only dick you'll be sucking on is
mine from now on. Long as you please me, that is."

     "Okay." the voice was still dull and lifeless, but the head did come
up and the kid looked at Bannis, really looked at him, for the first time.

     After several minutes, during which Bannis was back on his bed, Carver
said, "Thank you."

     "No problem, kid, long as you keep me happy. You can't, then there'll
be problems, and you can kiss that girl of yours goodbye, because she won't
want what's left of you if I turn you loose into the general
population. You're fucking lucky, kid, no matter what you think about it,
and don't forget it."

     "Yes, sir." Pause. "Okay if I go to bed now?"

     "Long as I can climb in and fuck your ass in the night if I want to,
yeah." Bannis was determined to keep the last word

     "Thank you."

     "Yeah."

     Lights out came eventually as it always did. Bannis lay awake as he
usually did (you nap through the day off and on and you don't need much
sleep at night). Down the hall, some young punk was getting his ass raped
by some guy or guys. The yells and screams were a regular feature at the
prison. Guards didn't care.

     But suddenly he wasn't alone in his bed. Carver had come over, knelt
by his bed and put his arms around Bannis' chest barrel, just on top but
one hand on either side, like if he could, he'd be hugging Bannis right
now. "What is it?" he asked gruffly.

     "Thank you for getting me." the voice had animation now, the tremor of
held-back tears. "Thank you for not letting that be me."

     "It won't be from now on." Bannis promised again. "Long as you
remember why I got you to begin with."

     "I won't." And the hands left his sides and reached up to pull the
bedcovers from Bannis' chest. He let them do it, wanting to see just what
would happen next. Oh, he knew in general what it would be. Carver was
about to give Bannis a reason to want to keep him around. Or to try to.

     Carver peeled the cover back from his body slowly. Bannis wore only a
pair of boxers when he slept, nobody slept naked at night, but only wearing
boxers meant you were certain nobody would break in and rape your ass
during the night. If you thought they would, you slept fully clothed; most
prisoners did.

     So Carver had his nearly bare body exposed in that one motion. Bannis
kept his eyes closed, but heard the soft moan as Carver regarded his
muscled form. Then he felt the moist lips cover one of his nipples, and
Carver suckled on it as an infant does its mother, and for about the same
reason. Bannis winced as the sucking became painful, but the pain
translated into tumescence, his cock rose inside the boxers, lifting one
leaf of the boxers up to expose one side. Carver's hand came over to it and
grasped it, tugged it to freedom in his lithe fingers. Carver's lips kissed
their way over the bulges of his chest muscles, down his ribs, across his
abs, caressing each bump with a separate ardent press of his lips. When he
reached the ribbed ridge of his boxers waistband, he lifted up and the next
contact was those same wet lips folding over his cock. He felt vaguely glad
he had washed his cock after fucking Carver's ass, and vaguely regretful
that he couldn't present the youngster with a dirty prick to have to nurse.

     Carver moved like he wouldn't have cared either way. The slim, artful
lips slid up and down in a smoothness of motion that he wouldn't have
credited to a virgin like Carver claimed to be. He must have sucked cock
before...that or he was so eager to please Bannis that he was finding
adeptness in his enthusiasm.

     In the quiet darkness broken by the dimmest light that wove its way
into the cell (Bannis had a cell away from the aggressive beams of the
searchlights that played ceaselessly outside), Bannis moaned softly at the
ministrations of Carver's youthful mouth upon his dong, loving the
attention, so much better than the forced fucks he usually got from his
association with Harry the Harp. Harry liked to watch his men screw some
disobedient prisoner while he cast his crude aspersions upon the prone
man's performance. Offering comment on how to improve, encouragement and
incentives if the man will cooperate in his violation.

     Incentives, yeah! Bannis reached a hand down and his massive paw
gripped Carver's groin. Hell, the kid was stark naked! He fumbled, found
the dong higher than he'd expected (hard as hell, too) and began to pump it
for the kid.

     But this was better, oh, God, how much better! The sharp edge of his
passion drained by the earlier fuck, this time built up slowly and
joyfully. Carver never slowed until some unknown but long time later,
Bannis let out a soft moan hardly louder than those that had gone before,
and his cock's seed flowed out of him into Carver's mouth. Carver drank it
down as he spent it, Bannis heard audible gulps as Carver swallowed his hot
spunk. And when Bannis was done, his hand still mauling Carver's prod, he
felt the kid jerk, groan around his deflating cock, and felt the hot splash
of Carver's jizz spray under his bunk. Yeah, hell, yeah, kid, get off on
this, he thought in the darkness. Love my dick, love it day and night. It's
what keeping you from the gang rapes like you heard earlier, and will hear
again tomorrow night, and the night after that and the night after that.

     A soft whisper in his ear. "Can I sleep with you tonight, sir?"

     "More room in your own bunk." Bannis demurred.

     "I know, but sir, please. Just for tonight?"

     "Ahhhhh!" Bannis said. After a short time, wordlessly, he shifted over
against the wall. Carver crawled in. He wrapped one arm and one leg over
Bannis' body, and Bannis let him.

     "Good night, sir."

     "Good night, kid."

     When he came back to his cell the next day, he found that the beds had
been pushed together. Matthews came by, saw it, and snickered
rudely. Bannis just smiled and shrugged, and let it be. That night, Carver
crawled on top of him and rode him to a climax higher than he'd ever gotten
before. Carver's sperm splashed out over his body when he creamed in the
kid's ass. The next day after that, they had sex that shifted position over
and over, until he had taken Carver in every position he could think of,
with Carver helping, moving, moaning and beaming, his face luminescent with
rapture.

     And the morning after that was Christmas Day itself. Bannis was eager
for the day, almost childishly eager for the dinner the kitchen staff laid
out for the prisoners on this day, plenty of hot turkey meat, dressing,
candied yams, the entire works. He ate it with gusto and with joy, because
after this was over, he could go back to his cell and Carver would be
waiting there, a smile on his face and they'd have the entire day together,
to fuck over and over again if he had his way. He looked over to where
Carver was sitting, saw the youth staring at him, and he grinned.

     Harry the Harp followed his gaze. "You like your present, eh, Bannis?"

     "Hell, yeah." Bannis had make his speech of thanks the next day after
receiving Carver, but it wouldn't hurt to repeat it. "Really nice to go
home to that hot sweet ass of his."

     "So you ready to give him back to me?"

     "Huh?"

     "You've broken him in right good." Harry the Harp said. "I bet he's an
expert at fucking and sucking by now, ain't he?"

     "Yeah. So why would I give him back?"

     "Uh? Come on, Bannis. I didn't give him to you forever. I just let you
be the one to break him in for me."

     Bannis looked at Harry the Harp, mouth open. "When do you want him
back?"

     "Tonight." Harry turned away and started talking to one of the others.

     "You can't have him." Bannis said suddenly, loudly, louder than he
intended. The mess hall fell silent, the part nearest them first, then the
rest as the wave of silence reached across the vast room.

     "What was that?" Harry the Harp asked.

     "I said you can't have him back." Bannis said. "I knew you were a bit
of a bastard, Harry, but I never knew you weren't a man who kept his
promises to his men. If you're going to start changing your rules as it
suits you, then I don't think I can support you any more."

     He got a silence better than any gasp of astonishment. Everyone was
afraid to make a sound!

     Harry looked at him steadily, and Bannis did the same. His stomach was
fluttering like crazy, Harry could send a dozen men at him right now and
the guards wouldn't do a thing.

     And suddenly, Harry laughed. A mean sound, mocking, derisive...and the
sweetest sound Bannis had ever heard. It meant....

     "All right, Bannis." Harry said. "If you've fallen in love with the
kid, then you can keep him. But I'm disappointed in you, I thought you were
tougher than that."

     "I stood up to you, didn't I?"

     "Yeah." Harry's slight lilt of kindness evaporated like water on a hot
griddle, with a sizzle in the air. "Don't do that again."

     "Hope I don't need to." Bannis said in lieu of an agreement. "Don't
like doing it, and that's a fact."

     "Yeah. Now get your ugly mug out of my face." Harry turned away.

     Bannis left the mess hall, though it left his Christmas meal
half-eaten. He didn't care. He went back to his cell and lay on his bunk,
waiting.

     The meal over, Carver returned, his face luminescent. Saw Bannis on
the bed, and jumped to land beside him and take Bannis in his arms and for
the first time in their relationship, despite all the hot sex they'd had,
for the first time, Bannis kissed his Christmas present.

				  THE END
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