Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 13:36:22 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Epilogue, by Justin Davis (M/T,mast,oral,anal,dom)

Mikey
By
Justin Davis

Epilogue


Well, I know I said I was gonna tell yah some more stuff about Mikey.
But, I don't wanna talk about Mikey no more right now. Yah see, since I
been in here I've had to do things that are just as weird as Mikey has
ever done. At least he enjoys it cause he's a fag. I hate it!

Everything went to shit when Mikey and I got home from school about six
months ago now. Mikey and I got home from school and there was these two
dudes from the FBI there and they arrested me and cuffed my ass and took
me away. In fact, they busted every one of us that was in that video in
the motel room except Mikey.

Mom and dad felt all sorry for Mikey being taken advantage of, and they
want even talk to me no more. In fact, they didn't even come to the
trial. Let me tell yah, you get your ass in a jam and you really find
out who your friends are.

Shantel, Lee, Jimmy, all of em testified in court about it all bein my idea
and told about how I was pimpin Mikey's ass out all over everywhere.  I
wanted to tell my side of the story and about how Mikey liked it and all,
but my lawyer said it was best to keep my mouth shut.

Well, I got ten years and all the others got five. Even then, since
Shantel and Lee and I got sent to the same prison, I thought I'd have
some buds. Hey, they're just as bad as all the rest of the fucked up
dudes in here.

Mikey writes me though. In fact, if it weren't for some of the stuff he's
told me things would be worse than they are. You see, Mikey knows I ain't
no fag but he knows I gotta survive this shit somehow. In fact, cause of
some of the shit Mikey wrote to me it don't even hurt much anymore when
Darnell fucks me, and for damn sure not as much as when all five of them
black dudes got me in the shower a week after I got in here.  Man, I was in
the prison hospital for two weeks with a ripped asshole. Don't have to
worry about that now, though.

Darnell is one of the, if not the baddest ass, black, motherfuckers in
here. He's almost seven feet tall and built like a brick shit house. In
fact, all he does most of the time is work out on the weights. Let me
tell yah, no one ever fucks with Darnell. And yeah, you probably got it
figured out by now that I'm Darnell's bitch, at least that's what he says
I am.

So, since I don't feel like talkin about Mikey no more, I guess I can
tell yah about how I became Darnell's bitch and how no one messes with me
no more, no one except Darnell that is.

By the way, before I do, I do need to tell yah that Mikey told me in one
of his letters that he snuck off and met up again that dude he met on the
Internet with the huge cock that fucked him in the motel room and that
when he turns seventeen he is gonna run off with the guy. I don't see it
myself. I guess Mikey is just gonna be a slave to big cock all his life.
Then again, I should talk. I've been takin Darnell's fat twelve-inch rod
up my butt for over four months now.

Anyway, it was when I was in the prison hospital, after having my asshole
sewn back up, that I first met Darnell. He was helping the nurse take
care of five of us that was in there and he was the one that brought us
our food most times.

"You know, bro. Sho is a shame bout that azz of yours," he said, as he
handed me my tray of food then grinned at me.

"Fuck you!" I told him.

"Oh baby. You gots it all wrong. It's Darnell that's gonna be a fuckin
you," he replied, then grinned at me again.

"Look, you big, black, motherfucker. I ain't no fag!" I shot back.

"Honey, I knows you ain't. Fact, straight white boy is all I likes and I
been real lonely since Justin left," he replied.

"Justin?"

"Yeah, he wuz my bitch for almost four years. He got out three months
ago."

"Well, I ain't gonna be no fags bitch!" I replied, prompting Darnell to
chuckle and then grin at me again with those big white teeth of his.

"Honey, you is gonna be SOME guys bitch. At least you betta be. Next time
they may kills yah. You my bitch ain't nobody gonna fuck with yah I
guarantees that. Yeah, if he wuz still in here you could ask ol' Justin.  I
treated that boy real good, too. He'd tell yah no body messed with him
ever," Darnell said, then grinned again.

"Fuck off!" I replied, and dug into the awful meat loaf that was on the
plate.

Well, I wish I could say that was all there was to it. But, Darnell kept
bringing up the subject for the next four days, every time he brought me
my food. And, of course, I kept telling him to fuck off, that is until
they brought some guy in not much older than me that was all covered in
bandages.

"You see that dude?" Darnell asked, handing me my tray of food and
motioning his head toward the guy they had brought in earlier.

"Yeah, so what?" I replied.

"He wuz in here a month ago same as you. Had to have his azz all sewn up
same as you did. I gave him a chance same azz you. He probably ain't
gonna make it," Darnell said, shaking his head.

"Wadda you mean, he ain't gonna make it?" I asked.

"Too much blood loss and too much damage. Even if he do make it he ain't
gonna wanna to be alive," Darnell replied.

"Why wouldn't he want to be alive?" I asked.

"Well, you see, de bro ain't got no private parts no mo," Darnell said.

"You're fuckin shittin me!" I exclaimed, horrified at the thought.

"Nope, they cut um off while they was slicing his stomach open," Darnell
replied.

"Oh my fucking god!" I exclaimed in horror.

"Yeah, just remembers what I told yah. It can gets mighty rough in here,"
Darnell said, and walked away shaking his head.

Well, the guy died the next day and I lay there in bed shakin just
thinkin about that bein me while they carted his body out. Suddenly, I
could hear myself screamin again, then having a dirty pair of underwear
stuffed in my mouth to shut me up, as those guys fucked my butt in the
showers two weeks before.

"I didn't think the bro was gonna make it," Darnell said, as he put my
tray of food down in front of me later.

"Yeah, I know." I replied.

"They gonna release you back into general pop tomorrow," Darnell then
told me.

Instantly, my heart skipped a beat. I mean, it was like bein told all of
a sudden you are gonna be executed or somethin.

"Darnell, suppose I was your bitch. You ain't gonna hurt me are yah?" I
asked.

"Honey, Darnell won't hurt yah," he replied, then grinned.

Well, that's how it all got started. Come tah find out Darnell had lots
more pull than I thought. They kept me in the hospital two more days and
when I did get out all my shit was in Darnell's cell and I was his
cellmate. That night, after everything quieted down, I had a cock in my
mouth for the first time and God I hated it. I still do!

First of all, I was kinda shocked that Darnell's dick was that big. It
ain't that it's a foot long, it' s so fuckin thick I can just barely
close my hand around it. Needless, to say, it was a hell of a cock for
dude to suck for his first time.

Even though Darnell says I'm a natural born cocksucker, I musta gagged
and choked for what seemed like forever as I tried to do what he was
tellin me to do. Now, he can fuck most of it down my throat and I don't
gag at all, but back then I was havin trouble just getting about a third
of it in my mouth an trying to do like he was tellin me. Then, when
Darnell told me he was fixin to cum and I couldn't be his bitch unless I
swallowed it all I started cryin. In fact, I cried the whole time he was
gushin load after load of his spunk into my mouth and it was like he
never was gonna stop.

Darnell just laughed, when I puked afterward, but then he wound up
hugging me and tellin me it was gonna be all right and I went to sleep
with him rubbing my head and nibblin on my ear. God I hate that as much
as I hate him nibblin on my tits and suckin um! Shit, I don't even know
why I have a bunk, cause I ain't ever slept in it. I have to sleep with
Darnell in his. There's somethin else I hate even more than that
though. I'm not allowed to wank.

In fact, Darnell told me right off that if he caught me wanking, or
thought that I had been, he would sell my ass to this dude in the next
cell block who had already beatin three of his other bitches half to
death, and shit, the guards don't care. They hate fags! So, how do I
get off?

Man, its so embarrassing to talk about it. Shit, tears are comin in my
eyes right now thinkin about it. The only way I'm allowed to get off is
when Darnell fucks me cause that makes me his total bitch. Yeah, like
some chick, I gotta have an orgasm caused by some guy's dick in me.

I can't touch my cock ever, except to pee, and the only way I get to cum
is when the head of Darnell's dick bangs against my prostate enough to
make me go. Hell, I didn't even know that's what was happenin when Mikey
was gittin off when he was gettin fucked. Now I know.

I cried, too, the first time Darnell fucked me, although I gotta give him
credit for lettin my ass heal up real good first. I begged and begged
him and promised I would suck him any time he wanted and all kinds of
shit, but it didn't do no good.

Even though he did tell me he would try not to hurt me, I had to bite the
bunk sheets to keep from screamin, cause if I hadn't it would have been
all over for me and Darnell.

I cried like a baby and bit the sheets as he put more and more of that
cock of his up my butt. I mean it felt like someone was stickin a
baseball bat in it and I almost passed out from the pain. In fact, it
was almost as bad as when those guys got me in the shower.

But, Darnell kept whisperin that I was doin fine and I was good and tight
and my ass would fit his dick perfect in a few weeks. Then, he took hold
of my cock, and I realized it was hard.

"See baby, you's all hard and lovin old Darnell's black snake in your
butt. I knews you would," he said, then chuckled and then let go of it.

Then, I started cryin even more. I mean, I ain't no fag and here I was
hard as hell with a dick in my butt. Course later, after it was all
over, I sobbed myself to sleep in Darnell's arms. Why?

Well, Darnell was fuckin me and it was like all of a sudden there was
almost no pain even though he was pokin me from behind. Then, it was
like my balls started tinglin and everything started feelin funny. Man,
I wanted to cum like almost right then and I reached for my cock.

"No way baby! You fixin to really be my bitch!" Darnell said, and
pulled my hand away.

If I hadn't been biting the sheets I would have screamed when I came. It
had been a month since I had cum and the first blast gushed out so hard
it actually almost hurt and at about the same time Darnell groaned and I
could feel him blowin his load in my guts. That's when it all hit me and
I began sob cause I knew Darnell was right, I was his bitch. Yeah, I was
now a punk, a hole for cock, Darnell's own personal white boy cunt. Hell,
I'm not even allowed to call it my asshole anymore. It's my pussy.

I guess I'm used to getting fucked by Darnell now since it don't hurt no
more. Normally, he fucks me on top with my legs back, like I'm some
chick, and that curved dick of his does a number on me every time. In
fact, I'm used to blowing at least two loads before he cums in my butt
and then him making me lick my own cum off his fingers as he wipes it up
off my stomach and chest after he's finished fuckin me.

Darnell gets out in three years and I don't know what I'm gonna do then.
He keeps tellin me not to worry about it. He says he'll take care of
things, but I still wonder what's gonna happen. Right now, no one in
here, including the guards, fucks with me. In fact, everyone is real
nice. Darnell gets me anything I want, including really good shit to
smoke, and I got an easy job working with him in the prison hospital.

One thing, though. I just wish Darnell would call me by my real name
instead of Jessica. After all, my name's Jason, and I ain't no fuckin
girl and I ain't no fuckin fag!

End of Epilogue