Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2019 23:27:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Archie & The Warden chapter 3

ARCHIE & THE WARDEN, chapter 3

By Master Redbeard

This is adult gay slave fiction. If you are under 18 or if you are not a
fan of such stories, go away. If you can't tell the difference between
fantasy and reality, go away and seek help.

It's been a while since I wrote a story. I was occupied with a tumblr blog,
which has since resurfaced as slaveboypics.bdsmlr.com.

This story is a tribute to the TV series RIVERDALE, which has somehow made
the goofy comic book character Archie Andrews into the hottest young male
sex symbol on television in 2019. All rights belong to the creators of the
Archie Comics series and the creators and producers of the TV series
RIVERDALE. Nothing is implied about the sexual orientation of the
characters or the actors who portray them, except that KJ Apa has become a
leading gay fantasy for many (well, for me).

PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY.ORG! I write these stories because I know they can be
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ARCHIE IN THE PUNISHMENT ROOM As Told by the Warden

Archie Andrews was damn cute, with that messy red hair and those
freckles. I considered him the ultimate clean-cut all-American boy. Now
here he was bare-ass naked, all his body hair shaved off, and his thick
penis sticking up at full erection. He wore only a slave collar with his
hands cuffed behind his back. And I was leading him with a leash.

Obviously I had organized the "attempted rape" of Archie by the young black
studs in the shower room, so that I could come in and save the redheaded
teen. There was semen trickling down the back of Archie's legs. But his
asshole was still cherry. He hadn't been entered, but one of the black boys
had jerked off onto his anus to help lube his hole. That would prove
useful.

I paused in front of one of the cells as we passed. There was a tall Latino
boy with a five o'clock shadow. He was naked and jerking frantically on his
fat, uncut cock. He was muttering under his breath in Spanish, something
about "puta" and "culo" and the like. Archie bowed his head in shame, or
perhaps in an attempt to shut out the scene.

When the Latino boy's cock erupted, the sperm splashed all over Archie's
shaved body. I laughed heartily. The brown-skinned boy was trying to catch
his breath as he said, "Hey, Warden, put the little pelirroja in my cell
with me. I'll teach him how to be a good puta for a real man." I pulled on
Archie's leash and we moved on, but I silently grinned to myself -- the
Latino boy had used the feminine form of redhead.

When I shoved Archie into the punishment room, there were two guards
already waiting for us. The two brutes grabbed the hard-bodied teen and
pushed him face forward against the punishment frame. His hands were
un-cuffed from behind his back and re-cuffed to the upper corners of the
rack. Then his legs were spread wide and each foot was attached to a lower
corner of the rack, so that his smooth body formed an X-shape. His midriff
rested on some bamboo planks. Other than that the young jock was hanging
freely from his extremities.

His eyes were darting around the room, taking in the site of all the
punishment devices along the walls -- canes and whips and tawses and
straps. I felt him shudder as I ran my fingers playfully over his white
flesh. Then I leisurely went along the wall, touching different tools,
sometimes taking one down and weighing it in my hand.

I knew I was teasing Archie, and it was having the desired effect.

Finally I took down a thin switch from the wall and swooshed it through the
air a few times. It made a lovely sound. Then I stood behind Archie and
waved the switch through the air from side to side. It was delightful the
way his butt cheeks clenched and twitched in anticipation.

I used the switch to gently lift his erect penis. My laugh echoed through
the room. "Maybe little Archie enjoys being a naked prisoner. Maybe it
turns you on knowing you'll get beaten and dicked by a dirty old man?" Of
course the truth was that we had dosed the boy with so many boner pills
since his arrival, he couldn't help but have an erection that wouldn't
quit.

I came close enough to stick my tongue in his ear and whispered, "You can't
ever complain about this to any authorities. If you did, you'd have to
admit you had an erection throughout all these humiliations and this homo
sex. Then they'd know what a twisted little queer boy you really are,
Archie."

Slash! The switch cut through the air and left a stripe at the top of the
teenage boy's thighs, just below the crease of his ass cheeks. He didn't
yell out in pain. Instead I heard the sound that comes when you inhale air
sharply through clenched teeth.

As Told by Archie:

The Warden pulled my leash and led me naked and erect through my latest
walk of humiliation. He even stopped in front of one cell where a hulking
brown-skinned boy ejaculated his spunk all over my shaved body. I felt the
thick wetness oozing down my flesh as we continued along the prison
corridors.

Then I was pushed into a cavernous room with stained concrete walls. Two
guards grabbed me and worked methodically. Soon I was facing some strange
kind of frame, and my body was stretched into an X-shape, arms and legs
pulled to the extreme and attached to four corners. The guards disappeared
into the shadows. It was then I became aware of the strange devices that
hung from the walls around me. I recognized canes and whips, but some
unidentifiable objects just seemed oddly frightening.

The Warden took down a thin switch and waved it through the air
menacingly. It made me shudder just imagining what that would feel like on
my flesh. He toyed with me for a long while. When I finally felt it cut
through my flesh I did my best not to scream. I just let out a gasp through
clenched teeth. It was like getting a paper cut all the way across the
backs of both legs.

I suddenly heard a voice from the shadows, "Now, now, do you really want to
mark up such a well-muscled firm young ass." Gooseflesh went up my
back. Did I recognize that voice or was I delusional?

I looked up and realized that, though I was facing a wall, there were
mirrors positioned in front of me so I could see everything behind
me. That's when Mr. Lodge stepped forward out of the shadows, adjusting his
expensive Italian silk tie. His suit looked impeccable and there wasn't a
hair out of place. He had an implacable facial expression as he looked me
up and down.

"It's a shame to mark up and bruise such a perfectly rounded white boy
butt. I assume this ass is cherry." He grabbed me by the hair and snarled,
"Am I right, boy? Have you got a cherry ass?"

"Ch-ch-cherry? I d-don't understand, sir...."

"Have you ever had a dick up your butthole, Archie? Perhaps some sleepover
with Jughead? Or an underwear wrestling match with Reggie?"

"No! N-no!" I protested. "N-never. I never did such a...."

He smacked me hard on the back of my head. "Good!" he laughed
loudly. "There's nothing I like better than taking the cherry of some
smart-ass teen boy who thinks he's straight."

With that, Mr. Lodge started to take off his clothes, removing each
article, folding it neatly, and placing it on a chair beside him. The
Warden snapped his fingers and Fangs Fogarty appeared from a different
shadow. He was stripped to white briefs and had his head lowered. "You know
what to do, boy," the Warden sniffed.

Fangs fell to his knees behind me and started licking up the crack of my
ass. Then he used both thumbs to spread my cheeks apart. His tongue pushed
right into my virgin hole. He was tongue-fucking my asshole. I'd never felt
such a wild sensation. There were tingles of pleasure going out from my
hole to all parts of my body.

Soon I found myself pushing my butt back against Fangs' face. The wet
tongue felt so nice massaging my bottom hole that I wanted more. It was
like I was fucking myself on the young thug's tongue.

By that time, Mr. Lodge stood in his crisp white boxer shorts. His body was
muscular and hard, especially impressive for a man in his 40s. I saw a huge
tent in the front of those white boxers. His fat erection was lifting up
the left leg of the underpants and waving in the air.

The Warden stood beside me, rubbing his hands together like a perverse
Greek chorus. Mr. Lodge pushed Fangs out of the way and positioned himself
behind me. I felt the fat head of his uncut cock press against my virgin
butthole. My cheeks tensed up. He smacked my ass hard and snarled, "You
know I'm gonna stick it in you, one way of the other, Archie. It'll only be
worse if you don't relax."

That's all well and good to tell someone, but how was I supposed to relax
when I dreaded this battering ram invading my rectum. I felt the man's
thumbs pulling my cheeks apart. I tried to take a deep breath. But in the
middle of that breath, his huge cock shoved all the way into me.

I shouted out louder than I'd ever done before. When my mouth was open in
that shout I felt something being pushed between my lips and teeth. The
metal and rubber thing was clicked into place. I looked at the mirror and
saw that there was some device that was holding my mouth open in an O
shape. I tried to protest but couldn't make a comprehensible sound.

At the same time I felt Mr. Lodge's powerfully muscled body press down
against my slim body. It felt like there was a tree shoved deep inside me,
pushing all my organs together. I was gasping for breath because of the
pain. Breath was hard to come by because of the mouth spreader.

Mr. Lodge's pubes were grinding against my smooth ass cheeks. His heavy
balls were slapping the backs of my thighs. He pulled back just a little
bit then pushed forward again. Next time he pulled back even further and
pushed forward harder. Soon he was pulling half his cock out of me, and
slamming back in with a furious thrust.

I was gasping and sweating from the agony. But meanwhile the Warden was
unzipping his tan uniform pants and pulling out a thick hunk of uncut
meat. I smelled it even before he brought it to my mouth. Damn, did that
gross old man ever clean out the cheese under his foreskin?

The Warden stroked my hair almost tenderly as he said, "I know you're a
smart boy, Archie. I know you're aware of the ways you could be hurt if you
tried using your teeth on my cock. So I suppose I could have just mouth
fucked you raw. But you're also a headstrong boy. I wasn't going to take my
chances."

As he spoke, the Warden was masturbating onto my tongue. Soon he was moving
his cock in and out of my mouth, rubbing it right on my tongue. Then he
grabbed my ears and he was fucking my mouth, and groaning in pleasure.

Now Mr. Lodge was fucking my ass hard and nasty. He grunted into my ear, "I
don't want you thinking I'm some kinda homo for fucking your ass, boy. This
ain't about the sex. This is about teaching you what it's like to be used
by a real Alpha."

The naked man was dripping sweat on me, his hands gripping at my hard,
bound muscles. At the same time, the Warden shoved his cock as deep as it
would go. His pubes were up my nose and I was struggling to breath. My
mouth was stuffed with cock and my nose was blocked by this old man's fat
tummy. For a moment I wondered if this was the way Archie Andrews would die
-- filled with cocks from both ends?

Then something happened that I still cannot explain. My cock started
shooting cum. It was waving like a loose fire hose in front of me and
shooting jizz. I gasped and felt the Warden's cock shoot spunk aimed right
at the back of my throat. Then I felt Mr. Lodge's hands gripping hard into
me and his cock seemed to go even more rigid deep up my rear. I felt his
cock pulsating and realized it was shooting hot sperm deep into my bowels.

I had two nasty, old-guy cocks stuffed in me, filling me with cream, and my
cock kept on shooting spurt after spurt of teenage jizz. I closed my
eyes. I just wanted the whole scene to disappear. But of course I couldn't
make it disappear. It was real and it was happening to me.

The Warden slowly extricated his fat cock from my throat. He shook his cock
when it was free and the remainder of his splooge splashed on my
face. Mr. Lodge's powerful body was glued to me with his dried sweat.

That's when the two men started chuckling together. "It looks like our
Archie enjoys taking dick. Look at the load he shot." They acted like it
was the funniest thing in the world. I felt lower and more humiliated than
I ever thought possible.

Mr. Lodge grabbed my ear and folded it in on itself as he glared down at me
and snapped, "Remember this next time you think you're such a big man to
defile my precious daughter, white boy."

As the two men congratulated each other and left without looking back at
me, I was handed over to two guards. They gave me a pair of white briefs,
which I eagerly pulled up. Then once again they attached a leash to my
collar and led me down new corridors to a different area of the prison.

By the time I got to my new cell I was aware that much of Mr. Lodge's sperm
had leaked out of my distended asshole. The back of my white briefs were
soaking wet. This time I was placed alone in a cell down a corridor that
was unusually quiet -- even eerily quiet.

But the two guards weren't done with me. I was pushed to the floor. The one
behind me grabbed my head and jaw. The one in front of me forced my mouth
open. He pushed his filthy cock between my lips. When I struggled, the
other one grabbed my balls and twisted until I relented.

"Heheh, that's a good boy, Archie. We'll train you to be a good pussyboy
before long." I thought it was unusual that the cock between my lips wasn't
stiff for a blowjob. But then I felt and tasted an acrid thin stream of
piss going down my throat. I panicked and struggled once more. They held me
tighter and twisted my balls even harder.

I couldn't fight them. I just swallowed the urine, trying hard to keep from
crying. I wouldn't give the bastards the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

One of the guards remarked, "Once the boss gets bored with your piece of
boy ass, you're gonna get gangbanged by all the guards, Gingerboy."

The second guard re-emphasized, "ALL the guards," as he zipped his uniform
pants and left.

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