From: D One Subject: Back to where he belonged Date: 26 Apr 1999 00:00:00 GMT Horace was soaked in the rain as he knocked on the door. He had the address written on a piece of paper kept in the old man's wallet. He had the wallet since he left the prison. Grand theft and drugs got him sentenced. Having no money for lawyers he was sent there for a few years. So at the age of 18 he was fair game. And sure enough he became owned by his cellmate. A tall, black man named Calvert. The arrangement was simple, he did what he was told and Calvert protected him from the many other horny black and white men who wanted to turn him into a bitch. And all he had to do was keep the cell clean, say yes sir to Calvert and be available whenever Calvert wanted to fuck him in the ass or face. At first it hurt like hell...then it became something he not only liked and wanted but needed. He would sometimes beg his cell mate to fuck him.....and Calvert played with him. "I'm giving you to someone for the weekend" Calvert told him. Those were the words he had been afraid of hearing. The man could sell him to anyone and he knew it. Horace tried to please the man in everyway possible. When Calvert wanted to show off how obedient Horace was, the boy knew it and did whatever the man said no matter how many others laughed at him. He'd kneel on the shower floor so Calvert would piss on him..he once too the man's piss down his throat while others watched. "Don't worry bitch...he's a friend on death row...and you better treat him nice" Calvert slapped Horace' bare butt...very hard. The guard came by in the middle of the night and led Horace to death row. Comments about his butt and mouth were heard as he was led down the hallway to the man's cell. "You Calvert's boy?" the man said. He looked rough, but quiet. He lay naked in the man's bunk that night with arms surrounding him. His butt tok the man's cock with some difficulty..it was so thick. "Are you afraid?" he asked. "Not now" the man said and then added "shhhhh" kissing him on the back of his neck. The next day, the guards ignored the fact he was in the cell except to bring enough food for two on the trays. That night, the man's last, he sucked...trying to give him so much pleasure that he would cum. Horace swallowed every drop. The guard woke him. Still naked he was led down the hall back to his cell where Calvert was waiting. "Where are your clothes boy?" "The guards wouldn't let me get dressed" he said adding the obligatory "sir". His clothes were waiting for him when he awoke in his own bunk bed. "You did good boy. Willie told me." Calvert said "someday I'll repay you". The door opened, Calvert stood there. "Yeah?" Horace knew he didn't look himself. Since getting out of jail, he had done drugs, worked in the porn film business, hustled and gotten into trouble stealing some drug money. The bruises and cuts on his face probably didn't help Calvert recognize him. But he had no place else to go. "Sir, can I come in?" Calvert smiled. "Boy you came home finally" And Horace returned to where he had discovered he belonged after all, keeping the house clean and his man satisifed. But there were no bars, no cell, no guards, no threats and nothing ahead but the future. He was back where he belonged. -donald e.