Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2022 18:48:30 -0600 From: Kyle Subject: Rebuilding the bond Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Ben pulled his truck up to the curb just off the main drag, shifted into park, and turned to his passenger, "why are we stopping here?" The truck bounced as the two men jumped out of the bed. "Never mind Benny my boy," chuckled J.J., opening the back window of the truck wide. "The boys and I just gotta make a quick pit stop, nothing to worry about." J.J. climbed out of the clab, grabbed something from the truck's bed, and leaned back through the open passenger's side window. "Just keep her running, we will be right back." "Fuck man, whatever," Ben said as J.J. slapped the hands of the other two guys, and they started walking back toward the main road. They had been acting a little odd all day. Ben pulled a beer out of the pack next to him, cracked it open, and took a swig. J.J. and Ben had become as close as Ben used to be with his brother Mike. He, J.J. and Mike had gotten into all sorts of fun trouble when they were younger. Then Mike had to go off and start a family. Now that Mike was divorced, Ben had hoped he would come out partying with the boys again, but Mike seemed to have more important things on his mind now. Ben didn't think he could ever settle down like his older brother had, he needed his freedom. At the same time he understood, and respected his brother for it. He knew that, if he had gotten a girl pregnant at that age, he would have probably ditched her. Ben shook his head, feeling ashamed of himself for that thought. Little Ian had just had a birthday Ben had missed, what was he now, six? Man, he is growing up so fast. I know, Ben almost said out loud, I'll stop and get him a present after this, then head over to see the little guy. What would he like? Maybe a tinker toy set, he was old enough for those now, right? Ben was about to take another gulp of beer when he heard a pop-pop-pop sound coming from behind him. He reached out of the open window and adjusted his driver side mirror just in time to see three men rounding the corner at a sprint, each of them wearing black ski masks and holding guns, one had a large duffle bag under his arm. Alarm bells started ringing in the distance, as did sirens. To his horror, all three men jumped into the bed of his truck. "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE'' they were shouting!. J.J. pulled his ski mask off, stuffed a duffel through the back window, then tossed in a hand gun that Ben had never seen before. He reached in and slapped Ben on the back of the head, hard. "DRIVE YOU MOTHERFUCKER! DRIVE!" In a panic, Ben dropped his beer, spilling it all over himself, shifted the gears and floored it, clipping the back of the car parked in front of him. J.J. squeezed himself through the back window, awkwardly landing on the truck's bench seat head first. In adjusting himself J.J. almost caused Ben to lose control, sideswiping several cars, busting the side mirror off his truck. "What the fuck man!" Ben shouted, shaking, pushing the gun away from him and onto the floor. "What the fuck is going on?" J.J. was laughing almost hysterically, "nothing bro, just solving all our problems." He unzipped the duffel, revealing a huge stash of cash. "What the fuck man! Did you guys rob a fucking bank?!" J.J. took a wad of dough, and stuffed it into Ben's shirt pocket. "Don't worry about it bro, just keep driving, head to the interstate, we can lose them." Ben's mind couldn't process this fast enough. "We're rich men! Filthy, stinking rich!" J.J. had a crazy look on his face as he clenched two fistfuls of bills. Ben's heart was pounding, his eyes were darting back and forth from J.J. to the road, as he swerved left and right, avoiding other cars. He could hear one of the guys in the back saying "Calm down man, the bullets didn't hit that guard, they just shattered the window." He finally turned directly to his friend, the gas pedal still on the floor. "Your fucking nuts man," he shouted pointing at him, "this is fucking nuts?" Sirens were everywhere, and they were getting closer. "Why the fuck..." J.J. dropped the cash in his hands, the wind in the cab caused hundreds of dollars in bills to twirl around like a tornado. He grabbed Ben's face and planted a huge kiss right on his lips. "I may be nuts man, but I'm fucking loaded, and so are you!" Ben just looked at him, wide eyed, "Why didn't you...You could have...Why the fuck..." his mind struggled to put words together. Suddenly from the back window came a horrified scream, "Look out!" Both Ben and J.J. turned their heads just in time to see a garbage truck pull out in front of them. Ben's heart stopped, he grabbed the wheel with both hands, and planted both feet on the brake pedal, but it was already too late. *** Ben sat bolt upright in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat, his thick black body hair matted down. He was shaking and breathing deep. He was awake now, he could see the cold gray walls, lightly illuminated by the dim lights streaming through the bars. He knew where he was, but the next images of that dream were burnt into his mind. He buried his face in his hands, and tried not to cry. He could see himself being pulled out of the crumpled truck, blood pouring from his forehead, the pain of torn skin where his seatbelt had ripped his shirt and dug into his flesh. He was being handcuffed as paramedics attempted to examine him. The two guys in the bed were already sitting on the curb, injured and bloody but okay, both handcuffed together. He pulled his head away from the paramedic who was trying to shine a light into his eye, and looked back at the truck. J.J.'s lifeless body was bloody and pressed up against the side of the garbage truck at an awkward angle, the windshield frame still wrapped around him. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He used to have this dream every night. Now, he was only subjected to this hell a few times a year, but the torture of that day would never go way. No punishment then any judge could inflict could be worse. "Hey, Lawrence," a familiar voice whispered. "Had that dream again didn't you?" "Fuck off" he said to the guard who was now standing on the other side of the bar's near the foot of his bed. "Oh, now, that is no way to talk to an old friend like me." Ben rolled his eyes as he dried his face with his sheet, we sure as fuck aren't friends, he thought. He heard a zipper come down. "Come on, it's almost breakfast, let me distract you from those nasty dreams." It took all of Ben's strength not to jump up and rip this man's dick right off his body. At the same time, he couldn't deny that this was probably the best way to push that awful dream from his mind. Silently Ben rolled out of bed, he could feel the cold sweat dripping down his balls, the cold cinderblock room made his naked body shiver. He moved over to the bars, got down on his knees and examined the flaccid dick hanging before him. Ben grabbed the bars to either side, and used his tongue to guide the dick into his mouth. Ben had never even thought of another man in his youth, but in ten years he had sucked and fucked his way through almost every guard and inmate here. He learned early on that it was the best way to stay alive. The guard's cock was growing, as Ben's tongue kept working on it, trying not to gag from the guard's awful cologne. Ben remembered back to his first day inside. He was a strong guy, built and muscular, but he was nothing compared to some of the huge men in here. He knew he would have to start pumping iron and build himself up quickly. He remembered getting naked in front of the guards, the strange feeling it was being watched 24/7, as he walked into the shower room with a line of other naked men. He hadn't been under the lukewarm water long when a strong arm grabbed him around his neck, it's elbow at his chin. "Look what we have here, boys, fresh meat." Cheers erupted as Ben, who had been in his fair share of fights on the outside, struggled but failed to get free, as two other men grabbed his arms. He was pushed, violently, up against the shower wall. He swung out his right leg to kick himself free, only to have it, and the left, grappled as well. "We got a fighter here," the man directly behind him said with glee, "I like it when virgin boys struggle." The sounds of running water, laughing, cursing and struggling were mixed together. But all his senses were overwhelmed by the rush of pain that coursed through his body, as a hard cock penetrated his asshole with only a fist full of soap as lube. He let out a scream of pain only to be silenced by a dirty towel stuffed into his mouth. Why was the guard, who was supposed to be monitoring our shower, not stopping this? Whoever's cock this was, was not taking it easy on the new kid. Ben wasn't sure if it was the warm water, or warm blood that was trickling down his leg as the man thrusted himself so deep inside his ass, his balls were slapping against him. Another hand had grabbed his cock and had started stroking it. Despite hating every second of this, Ben was getting hard too. Ben continued to struggle in vain, he was being raped and could do nothing about it. As the man in his ass picked up speed, so did the hand on his cock. The dry water was starting to make his skin raw and his balls, which were being slapped hard every time the hand reached the bottom of his shaft, were starting to hurt. Despite all this, and much to Ben's anger, he could feel himself nearing climax. At about the same moment, the man behind him let out a roar of pleasure and thrusted hard into Ben one last time. Ben could feel the throbbing cock and thick creamy load enter his ass, as his own cock spasmed, shooting rope after rope of jizz onto the shower floor. "See boys, he likes it." Someone pulled the towel out of his mouth allowing Ben to shout "Fuck you!" That was the wrong thing to say. Ben suddenly found his head, shoved hard into the tile wall. He saw stars and collapsed to the floor, as all the men released him. Someone turned the showers off, but the sensation of warm water didn't subside. As Ben looked up, his vision a little blurry, he could see several of the guys standing over him, holding their dicks, streams of piss flowing, splattering all over Ben's body. Ben was too dizzy to do anything about it, even when the warm liquid started spattering directly on his face and even into his mouth. Ben was jolted out of this memory by the guard saying "You know what friend, I think I would like your shower special." Ben pulled off his cock, which he had planted halfway down his throat, "Fuck off." "Oh now," said the guard with a smile. "You have a probation hearing coming up soon I think, it would be a shame if my report reflected badly on you, wouldn't it?" You motherfucker, Ben thought. Without another word, Ben stood up, turned around, and pressed his ass cheeks against the cold prison bars. "Now that's the ticket" the guard said, spitting on his already wet cock. A few moments later, Ben was standing bent over, his hands on his knees as the guard thrusted in and out of his hairy hole. He remembered how painful that first cock was, but over the past decade, he had gotten used to the sensation, almost enjoying it. The guard's belt buckle was clicking against itself, as his baton made a ping-ping-ping sound each time it made contact with the bars. The guard was making no attempt to stay silent anymore, he wanted the other inmates to know someone was getting it. The guard nutted with a grunt, as the men on either side of Ben, now fully awake, let out a small cheer. The guard pulled out of Ben with a pop, sipped up his pants and said "get dressed, it's almost breakfast" before walking away without another word. *** Ben had just finished the slop they called breakfast and was tossing his plastic tray in the return bin. His only plan today was to go to the yard and pump some iron. This was the only thing he could do to make his living conditions seem somewhat normal. He was proud of the mass he had put on since he had been inside, at least something good came of this place. Just as he started to head out another guard called him over. "Lawrence." Fuck what now, he thought. "Lawrence, you have visitors." "Visitors?" That couldn't be right, he hadn't had a visitor for well over a year. "Go to the office," the guard instructed, "they will buzz you in." Ben adjusted his orange jumpsuit and headed over, all the while wondering who would be visiting him.