Copbait.txt

     The bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, giving Cal a small
glimpse of the road ahead.  Ted, sitting close to Ronny, felt the young boy
shake as the thunder roared through the dark night.  Cal - at the wheel of
the car kept cursing softly as he peered through the streaked windshield,
trying to keep the car at an even speed; still, the storm was getting
worse, and the rain was now so thick that he couldn't see more than twenty
feet ahead of him.

     Ted wasn't bothered by the storm.  He kept eyeing the kid sitting next
to him in the back seat.  He felt the steel handcuffs that held him as much
a prisoner to the boy as the boy was to him.

     They'd left late, not thinking of the storm, and now that the car was
going so slowly, Ted knew it would be near midnight before they reached the
jailhouse.  But that didn't bother him.  After all, this kid Ronny was the
hottest punk he'd had cuffs on in his career.  Nor was he concerned with
the crime Ronnie was charged with either.  Nope.  The disturbing thing was
the too-handsome look of the young punk.

     Punk he was, too.  Usual run-of-the-mill type that you read about in
the papers: roaming the streets, looking for snort, cash, fast fucks and
thrills.  Well, at 17, it seemed to the cop that Ronny had found more than
his share of thrills, that is, until he was caught.

     Rape.  Mean charge.  Gotta prosecute.  Taking short glimpses of the
boy, Ted couldn't understand why the kid had taken so many chances.  A guy
with his looks and build could have made out with raping older women! Hell
there were enough hungry cunts around to take care of a handsome kid like
that!

     And the kid was really well-stacked, too.  Must have caught a lot of
attention from hundreds of chicks, as well as men.  Kids that handsome
weren't rare, but there was something WILD about this Ronny that put him in
a class by himself.  Meek enough now - no where near as brave as he'd acted
in court - this kid knew he was in for it now.  Prison is tough on good
looking kids, the cop thought.  His asshole will be ripped open by morning.
Too bad.  Hate to see a first conviction this good lookin' have to go
through all that. . .

     Ted pulled out his pack of cigarettes, offering one to the kid. Ronny
took it and let it dangle from the corner of his mouth.  Ted lit a match
and brought it to the boy's cigarette.  The light was enough to show him
how very blond the kid was, with a face that looked almost angellic. Ronny
puffed, and Ted kept the match lit, studying the face, until it burned his
fingers.  He let go, and the dying match fell down directly on the boy's
tightly-packed crotch.  Ronny gave a jump, pulling his hand to put out the
match - but that also pulled on Ted's - and the match had burned out by the
time they both grappled his crotch.  Ted gave a laugh and lit another match
for his own ciggie.

     "This is gettin' worse and worse!" shouted Carl from the front.

     "Where are we, anyway?" asked Ted.

     "Long ways yet.  I'm only doing twenty now, seems like for the last
hour."

     Ted grunted, not responding.  He kept drawing on his cigarette,
exhaling he could best look at the kid from the corner of his eye. The
smooth and soft skin of the boy's face gave him a tingle.  Ronny was
staring ahead, and every time a bolt of lightning came, thunder following,
his whole body shook in fear.  His eyes were limpid and his lips moist. He
finally turned, looking directly at the cop next to him.  Their eyes met,
and Ronny looked down.

     "You're in for a surprise, kid", Ted said.

     Ronny didn't answer.  He kept staring at the floor.

     "Warden Manfield sure hates rapists!", continued Ted.  "That's the one
thing he can't stand - a guy that goes around raping chicks."

     Ronny still remained silent.

     "A good-lookin' kid like you sure must have made out without needin'
that.  What's wrong with you punks, anyway?"

     Ronny kept silent, not moving, suspecting a pitch was coming in all of
this.

     Ted then turned sideways, facing the boy.  Slowly, he brought his
right hand to Ronny's thigh, then he pressed hard.  Ronny stiffened, trying
to pull away.  He looked defiantly in Ted's eyes, trying to see their
intent through the gloom.  But the glow of the dashboard lights wasn't
enough to let him really read the cop next him.

     Now, Ted's hand was at his crotch, the fingers under his balls, the
palm rubbing his limp cock through his court-house jeans.

     "Bet you're proud of what you've got there, kid", the cop offered.

     "Hey, man, stop it!".  Ronny held his body rigid.

     The young cop laughed, just pressing harder.  Ronny felt his cock
start to rise at the provocation.  With that, Ronny's free hand came
forward, grabbing Ted's paw, flinging it off.  "Stop it, I said!"

     "Hey, Ted!", cried Cal.  "I can't see a fuckin' thing!"

     "Then pull up somewhere."

     "I think I'd better."

     The car slowed, then bumped several times in what seemed to be ruts as
Cal brought it to a stop under a clump of trees.  The rain seemed just as
relentless as he shut off the engine and killed the headlights.  Without
the motion forward, they seemed locked in their own little world, close,
removed from everything but each other.  Cal let out a deep breath and then
turned, looking into the gloom of the back seat.

     "Well, how's the kid behaving, Ted?", he asked, smiling.

     "Climb over, Cal, and we'll both keep him company."

     Cal did, settling on the other side of Ronny, with just enough space
to keep the three bodies an inch from each other.

     "This kid's real proud of his pecker, Cal", the older cop said.  "Real
proud - 'nuff so, he wants nothin' better than goin' around fucking every
cunt he meets.  Whata ya think?"

     "One thing's sure," replied Cal.  "There's no cunt where he's goin'."

     "Yeh.  Well, put your handcuff on his other wrist.  This rain ain't
gonna let up.  We're in for a long one.  Just in case. . ."

     "OK!"

     Now, both Ronny's wrist were shackled - one on each cop - and his body
tensed.  Silence.  Ted turned to face the boy, as he did, Cal also turned.
In the gloom, Ronny could see neither cop was wearing a wedding ring.

     "Well, partner, you say you want fresh meat.  Here it is.  And it sure
the fuck don't get any fresher! Let's go for it. . ."

     With that, Ted raised his left leg, quickly bringing it down between
Ronny's, pulling the kids tense legs apart.  Cal followed suit, pulling
Ronny's left leg close between his own.

     The boy's rigid body began to shake.  His legs spread wide and held
hard by both cops, his hands in handcuffs and no match for the burly arms
holding them hard against the seat.  Again, Ted's hand was quickly on his
crotch, kneading it, pleading with it.  Ronny's cock began to rise under
the relentless assault.

     "Come on, guys, don't do THAT!"

     The older cop, Ted, just chuckled at the kid's plea.  He quickly
unzipped the punk's fly.  Ronny's engorged cock urged the zipper open. Then
his partner, Cal, reached up and grabbed the boy's shirt near the neck,
with a pull, the cheap State-supplied shirt popped all its buttons.

     Ronny then begana to beg them to stop.  He was in earnest.  But, the
more he begged, the happier the two cops seemed to be.  Once more, Cal
reached to the boy's neck and took a firm hold of his T-shirt, noting the
blond's firm tits both were straining at the white confines, the young
nipples erect.  The meaty hand grasped the front of the T-shirt, and with
one rip peeled the punk's chest bare.  Smooth, defined, not a blemish on
it, thought the younger cop.

     Ted surpressed his urge to chew on the erect cock through the cheap
boxer shorts.  Instead, he pulled the belt from the boy's midsection. The
boy was shaking more now, more from fear than anything else.  Then the two
cops each took hold of Ronny's pants and began pulling; a ripping sound
filled the car for a moment.  The pants were in two parts.  Ted lustily put
his hairy hand on the punk's boxer shorts.  "Lift yer ass, kid!" Ronny
complied and the shorts were on the car floor along with his pants.  Now,
with his legs still held in firm embrace by each of the cops, the size of
Ronny's tremendous endowment was evident to both.

     "Fuck!", yelled the younger cop.  "I've never seen no white kid with a
cock that big!"

     "Yeh," exclaimed the older.  "He's gotta be 13 inches, easy! But look
at them balls! More like horse nuts! Jesus, mercy, Cal this kid's a find!"

     It seemed like slow motion to Ronny, as each of the cops put a hand on
his nuts.  Ted's almost coarse paw on his right, Cal eagerly massaging his
left.  Between the two of them, his enflamed balls were telling his cock -
now fully erect - he might enjoy this.

     And the cock did measure 13".  The head of it was on an even line
between his nipples.  Taunt, rock hard, straining at the flesh that
restrained it, already oozing a drop of pre-cum from its slit.

     "Shit! Hope they don't make me eat my own pecker", Ronny thought as
time seemed to slow down further.  Nothing like this had ever happened to
him.  'Course, like most boys, there were the usual little games that had
meant nothing - except possibly in the knowledge that they were doing
something "dirty".  No, once he had turned his interest to girls, none of
his own sex had ever laid hands on him.  Now, as the two cops started to
paw his huge cock, Ronny found himself tense, ready to battle, but still
wanting to cum, wanting something - he didn't know what - from his captors.

     With his hands in cuffs, shoved behind him, each arm restrained by the
cop on either side of him, all Ronny could do was weave his body from side
to side.  These guys were no weaklings; Ronny knew he would end up on the
short end of the shit-stick if he tried to fight.  'Sides, all he could do
would be kick, he thought, and there's not enough room in this back seat,
not with the legs pinned down.

     And these guys were no weaklings.  Still, it was a shock to Ronny to
realize two rugged cops, neither of them more than ten years older than
himself, would be teasing his cock, obviously loving the size of his balls,
his whole gear.  This was what "fairies" did, and Ronny despised fags.
"Are THEY fags, maybe?", he thought.

     The thought propelled him forward, as he tried to dislodge his legs
from the leg lock each cop had on him.  But the more he pushed his torso
forward, the harder Ted and Cal pressed against him.  Now, Ronny settled
back, his legs opened still wider, giving the two cops free movement.  His
bare ass on the edge of the seat, the huge balls hung over the edge.  Ted's
hand lifted his right nut, while Cal greedily tickled it, the palm of his
hand still cupping Ronny's left nut.  Now Ted's free hand was on the kid's
cock, friggin' it.

     "That's a real piece of meat, kid!", Ted exclaimed through clenched
teeth.

     The rain continued its relentless downpour.  With the engine and
heater off, Ronnie was cold and his body began to shake.  He gave up his
struggle.  Still, the excitment was there and he felt a sickening lust
creep over him.  He hated himself for allowing his feelings to take that
kind of hold over him - in the hands of two cops! Ron was a smart kid,
though.  He knew should he struggle, it would be harder on him. He sighed,
the rigidity went out of his torso, but his cock was now fully stretched.
Had Ronny put out his tongue, he could now lick the head of his cock.
Ted's moving fist was warming all of Ronny's being, sucking him down into
the comfortable vortex of shootin' gism.

     "FEEL this cock, Cal," Ted cried.

     The other cop's free hand moved to the tremendous shaft, below Ted's
hand.  The two cops paralleled their motion on the biggest dick either had
ever seen, much less held.

     "Can you picture those women gettin' raped by this?", Cal's retorical
question wasn't meant to be answered.  "Bet you're proud of this stick,
huh, Kid?"

     Ronny stared ahead into the darkness around him, not answering.

     In response, Ted's grip on the boy's meat tightened and speeded up.
Cal's hand dropped to his own engorged meat, cupping it through his
uniform.  Ronny exclaimed, "Stop! . . . stop! . . . you'll make me come!"

     A serious voice from Ted commanded, "Hold him down, Cal."

     Ronny felt himself falling sideways against Cal as the latter moved
off the seat, and now his back was down on the seat with his legs still on
the floor.  His hands were still in back of him and Cal now pushed the
kid's body against his own.  Then, Ronny felt a strange sensation as
something moist and warm encircled the head of his prick.  He knew right
away what it was and the impact of the feeling was too great for him to do
anything but let out and long, almost passionate sigh.

     The older cop worked his mouth up and down the rigid cock.  The
trembling, but limp boy sent quivers of delight through Ted.  "I could eat
this fucker alive; what a sweet, hot piece of ass!", he exclaimed to
himself, the saliva from his tongue drooling down the boy's huge cock.  Ted
could only get the kid's cockhead into his mouth; no human mouth would be
big enough to take more.  The cop thought to himself, "This is like sucking
on a bedpost - but, oh!, what a fucking post!"

     Feeling the shaking of the boy gave a thrill to Ted, and now he
devoted the full suction - all he could muster - to the enormous cock's
head.  As he did so, he felt his jaw ease and almost unhinge.  Now
expanded, one or two inches beyond the head pumped into Ted's mouth.  And
the cock was hard against his gullet.

     The was the absolute King of Cocks, the biggest prick Ted had ever
felt or sucked on.  He had been down on plenty of them in his 28 years.
Ronny's cock almost tore the older cop's mouth, but now, the head squeezed
down his throat and several inches of the horse-like hose pushed into his
salivating jaw.  The more he sucked and the harder he sucked, the more
Ronny was shaking.  Small, intimate cries came from the boy.  Hearing them,
Ted melted in warmth.  "Oh, sweet Jesus," he thought, "this kid's gonna
juice my tonsils.  I ain't even got my cock out yet. Going to cream in my
uniform just from him fuckin' my throat!"

     Big as it was, the cock expanded more in Ted's throat.  Absolutely
stopped (there was no more room in the cop's gullet), the gusher of jism
began.  Ted choaked on the enormity of the first jets of cum.  As he tasted
them, sweet and youthful, he eagerly swallowed the spurts of cream as they
warmed his throat, then his inner chest enroute to his stomach.  Spurt
after spurt, it was still coming as the first shot of jism entered Ted's
stomach. Then Ted felt the tremendous pressure on and in his throat relax a
bit. He pulled his head back as the last jet of jazz filled his mouth.  He
could really taste the freshness of the kid now, and the jism drooled from
his lips.  He twirled his tongue around the cockhead, savoring the flavor,
the exquisite deliciousness of the most beautiful boy, the most enormous
cock he would ever taste.

     Ronny fell back, limp.  He couldn't move.  Those thick, plentiful
spurts of manhood had drained him, made him weak.  Many thoughts now
flocked through the boy's mind.  One of them was the fact that of all the
sex he'd ever had, none attacked his sensual nerves as much as this.

     He laid there, still partly covered by Cal.  But as Cal moved off him,
Ronny was still on his back, as if in a faint.  But Ronny was in no faint -
just in a deeply satisfied glow of warmth entirely new to him.

     And now, now another tongue was on his just-relaxing meat.  Licking
the cum and saliva from his turgid shaft.  A grainier tongue, rougher to
the feel of the youth as it pushed into his piss-slit.  "Like being licked
by the cat, when I was a kid," he thought.  But the cat had never slurped a
tongue up and down, up and down his meat.  Nor had teeth gently urged the
big vein on the bottom of his cock to swell the head as these teeth were.
Nor was there ever before a chin in his nutsack, manipulating back and
forth between his huge nuts.  Almost as though the chin were urging new
jism from those balls.

     Where Ted had just greedily sucked and swallowed, taking Ronny's load
to the hilt, Cal was a manipulator.  Course tongue, maybe, but able to work
both balls and cock, depleated though they were.  An even stronger erotic
feeling overpowered Ronny; he found no will, no wish to move.

     Trembling again, the young horse-cock was on a life of its own,
unrelated to the satiated stallion that bore it.  Ronny wasn't aware that
his shoes were being taken off, nor did he realize that another pair of
handcuffs were being applied to his ankles.  He couldn't control his body
to stop it from its gentle shaking.  As Cal sucked greedily on the giant
stake, the boy's several convulsions of trembling only added spice to what
the younger cop was tasting.

     Ted had now secured the boy's two ankles.  He began undoing the
handcuff that bound his left hand to the youth, snapping it then to the
sturdy door handle.  Moving over Cal, feeling his head bob up and down as
he did so, Ted used his key to unlock the handcuff attached to Cal's right
hand.  It snapped open, falling from Cal's wrist.  Ted attached it to the
other door handle.  Now the kid's arms spread across the back seat, each of
his wrists cuffed to opposite door handles.  It was a sex foursome, only
two of which could move.  The kid and the car immobile. Cal and himself
supplicants, adorants before a cock mythic in size, immense in content.
Oh, yeh, a fifth was present: the rain, it continued to piss down, washing
the whole orgy, blessing it with a continual stream of holy water.  The
lighting adding flashes of electricity - punctuation to the entire unreal
pagan rite of worship.

     The movements, much less the proportions of the event, didn't register
with the boy.  Ronny's young lust now creeped still stronger over him. The
cat's tongue on his engorged weapon was urging him on to another crisis.
Once more his cock began to expand, the head of it already about to fill
Cal's mouth.  Now Cal's teeth were behind the cockhead's flange, and the
joystick's tip was expanding - forcing - Cal's jaw to its maximum
extension. Ronny felt the pressure of the teeth behind the head of his
cock.  But could do nothing.  The cock had its own life, quite apart from
Ronny's will or wish.  And he felt the blood rush into his cockhead.  Cal
moaned as his tongue swung side to side 'neath the twin orbs of the giant
peckerpoint. And Cal thought to himself, enraptured in pleasure, how much
it was like sucking on a very firm peach - all of it in his mouth.  Only
his tongue could move.  It continued to wash the glans.  Nor could saliva
escape from Cal's distended lips.  But cum the huge horsemeat did, gushing,
sloshing, vomitting from the very innards of the wayward god.  Cal's throat
was flooded.

     And, as had the older cop, Cal thankfully drank from the spitting
prick. Drank as though from the very fountain of life.  For that's what it
was. God himself on earth, in a California Ford, fucking his very being
into the young cop's stomach.  Each spasm of jazz only added to Cal's lust.
He didn't mind the fact that his own hard cock was giving him great pain
mashed tight inside his uniform trousers.  It could stay as it was, for he
knew eventually, it, too, this night would gush lifeforce.

     Cal's mouth dripped jism and saliva as it finally left the giant cock
it had so savoringly enveloped.  Ronny was in bliss, the second gushers of
juice having left his being in angelic calm, in total peace.

     But, of the triology, the older cop hadn't been idle while Ronny was
juicing Cal.  Ted had done his work.  Without a word - for all of these
things were prearranged and happening of their own volition - Ted had
creeped over into the front seat.  He had settled himself facing to the
rear, to best enjoy the spectacle just completed (some would say to worship
anew the blond Adonis with the Dick of Death).

     And looking into the face of the older cop in the front seat, Ronny
sensed what they would be doing.  Too late, Ronny was much too weak from
the double-suck to do any resisting.  Now his legs were pushed over the
back of the front seat - with Cal grabbing his left leg and pulling it hard
until he was able to snap the handcuff on the front door handle. This done,
the rest was easy.  Ronny's right leg was then forced over the seat and
another cuff produced, this one snapped to the right front door handle.

     He realized his predicament: his arms flung apart and held tight by
the rear two doors, his ass up in the air and resting on the top of the
front seat, while his legs fell forward toward the front of the car, held
wide apart, each handcuffed to a front door handle.

      The rain had lessened somewhat, but it was still coming down too
strong for them to leave their seculuded spot.  Ted had crawled under
Ronny's leg, over the seat and was again in the back.  It put Ted's now
bare ass next to Ronny's right tit.  The torn shirt and undershirt still
clung to the boy. They were but rainments to the worship Ted was about to
extend to the object of devotion.  Ted could feel the kid over to his
heart's content.  His hands roamed over Ronny's firm chest and stomach,
marveling at their youthful definition.  Cal warmly rubbed the youth's
thighs and legs.  The tender, smooth skin of the kid sent thrills through
the two cops.

     "You're a fuckin' handsome kid, you know that, don't ya?", Ted asked.

     "Yeh, dude, if you say so", was the defiant response.  But a response
of fear, as Ronny was fully aware of his situation.  He had lived
dangerously enough to know that anyone tied was at the mercy of his
captors.  There had been many close calls in Ronny's young life, yet he had
always managed to get out of his predicaments.  This, though, was something
different.

     Nothing akin to this had ever before happened to him.  Here he was
stripped, his cock ripped from two super suckoffs, yet neither cop had yet
come.  And he was spread-eagled, each limb firmly handcuffed to a
doorhandle of a '63 Ford. . .police car, at that.  "What'll they do for an
encore?", he idly thought, not much caring.  Still, they were cops, they
had jobs to protect, and the storm covered them from outside observation
like an umbrella.  The rites, the worship were to continue, he knew - but,
studmeat that he was, all he could do now would be piss down their throats.
Were they up to that? What further could they want, other than to cum
themselves? Or, was torture on their minds? Ronny shook, more from fear
than from the cold.

     Yeh, he was in a spot, alright.  Here he was spreadeagled over the
seats of that cold Ford, each wrist 'cuffed to the inside door handles.
His 13" meat sucked dry, after both those fag cops had their fill, jism
droolin' down their chins.  And his nuts! Oh, shit, they were drained,
despite their huge tennisball size, couldn't be nuthin' left in 'em, he
thought.  Still, the storm was lettin' up, the rain still pelting the car's
steel roof, but not in the torrents like before, when he was being had.
Whether the cold (couldn't have been more than 45 degrees outside) or his
apprehension took the better of him, his whole body started to shake.

     He couldn't control it, even as the older cop Ted bent down over his
left tit and started to suck it.  But now the cop's teeth were in play and
shivers of pleasure ran through the blond dude's taunt frame.  As the cop's
teeth kneaded his tit, gradually his shaking subsided and a warm glow
started in his newly rising cock.

     Sensing the kid was now relaxing again, the younger cop, Cal, moved
his mouth to the youth's opened groin.  He opened his mouth to the maximum,
sucking on the bigger left nut, urging it into his mouth.  Pop! And the
delicious nut, curly blond hair, sack skin and all were in the warmth of
his mouth.  "Fuck," the cop thought, "sure would like to get both these
gobs of swingin' meat - the whole sac - into my suck hole." But try as he
did, his teeth were too much in the way, even with his jaw fully opened, to
allow both of the massive nuts into his eager cavity.  So, he alternated.
"Almost big as tennis balls," he thought, "EACH of 'em!" His eyes rolled in
his head, such was the delerious joy of the punk's sac on his tongue.

     Ronny couldn't control himself.  Tits sucked, each in turn, while both
balls were getting the loving licking, washing, sucking they'd never had.
"Chicks don't know shit," he thought to himself.  "Fuck it, these cops
fags, cops, hunks - I don't care what, sure the shit can suck!" A deep and
long moan came from the kid, his body shake just tremors now, pleasurable
nerve reactions of joy.

     Ted then moved his mouth up and down the boy's chest and stomach back
and forth, his tongue forming circles and lines - until he came to the
thick bush of curly blond hair at the crotch.  His hand let go of the
massive prick, now nearly as erect as before, as his mouth opened wide to
claim the cockhead again for worship.  He moved slowly, until the head
knocked against his tonsils, and began sucking in a slow, easy motion.

     Ronny moaned again, this time louder.

     The frenzied suckoff Ronny had undergone not half-an-hour earlier
didn't develop again.  Ted was sucking slowly, barely using more than three
or four inches of the massive staff.  Nor could he.  The cockhead alone
with maybe a few inches was enough to completely fill his eager, distended
mouth. And, he found, the slower the moved his mouth, the louder came the
groans of pleasure from the kid.  The more his stomach twitched in joy.
Cal, of course, was still mouthing the massive ballsac, one nut at a time -
in a seventh heaven of his own.  But Cal was alert enough to proclaim his
love for the boy through his hands as they caressed the boy's inner thighs.
Lovingly, achingly, flesh against flesh told the youth his body was wanted,
needed.

     Ted sucked for a full fifteen minutes, pushing the youngster into
several fits of shaking.  When he felt the cock expand and heard the moans
come more often, he would slow down, and both subsided.  His right fist
nearly encircled the base of the cockshaft; nearly, as the huge appendage
was too big at the base even for his adult fist.  Ted thought, "The fuckin'
main artery under his cock is swollen as big as my middle finger.  Shit!
I'll never see a bigger cock than this, nor enjoy any as much."

     Ted frigged the cockstaff, to again plug his mouth with the joy of a
fully engorged head absolutely stuffing his eager mouth.  Now the kid was
close.  And, again, the spurts came.  Jism shooting into the older cop's
tonsils, warming even the bottom of his feet, as the now watery cum sluiced
down his throat.  Ronny's body froze as he was spending, his whole body
taunt and rigid - only when the last drop of jazz was squeezed from his
dick by the kneading cheeks of the cop would he relax. A great sigh, a
moan, a hymn to cumming left the boy's mouth.

     Both Ted and Cal rocked back on their knees, spent.  Ted reached into
his shirt pocket for a smoke, offering one to the boy, slipping it from the
pack into the kid's lips.  Then, digging for matches, realized his whole
uniform pants were wet in the front.  He cum in his jeans, probably twice,
he thought, just juicin' and salivating over that monstrous cock.

     "You're the finest meat in the West, boy," he offered.  "I'd swallow
that joint of yours any day of the week - and you know it!"

     Ronnie assented with a low "Yeh, Big Daddy, you suck like a champ."

     "Enough's enough, Ted." The younger cop was climbing over into the
front seat now.  "We gotta get our asses there before Warden's lockup or
we're in deep shit." Cal emphasized his decision by starting the car's
engine.  Ted only nodded in agreement, too spent to want anything now but
motion, and warmth from the heater, and this Adonis with his beautiful
chest and ass and now-limp meat only inches from his adoring gaze.

     The car was soon back on pavement and the going now was much faster
than it had been those innocent few hours ago.  Ted remained sitting next
to the boy, still shackled to each of the door handles.  Cal's back was
warm against the kid's leg, the cop's left arm over it, his hand rubbing
the boy's foot and hairy leg.  Still, despite the appreciation Ronny could
discern, he could feel every bump in the road.  Soon his back started to
ache.  To ease it, he let his neck and head drop from the top of the back
seat.  That helped.  But he was now bent backward to almost an inverted
"U", his ass still resting on the top of the front seat.  Ted moved then,
putting himself almost under the boy.  He cradled the kid's back on his
chest.  His two hands again rubbed the smooth, youthful torso.

     "Boy, the warden's in a for a real surprise," the older cop offered,
as he continued to dust his palms over the boy's chest and waist.  "You may
not realize it, dude, but prison rules for kids like you ain't the same as
for other cons.  No, sir!" He interrupted his voicing to take the cig butt
from the boy's mouth.  "Still want it, babe?" "Sure," the kid offered,
blowing the smoke out easily, appreciatively.

     "Nope," Ted continued, "when a handsome kid like you gets into
Reggie's clutches, you sure learn fast what the Warden wants.  That dong of
yours is gonna get lots of exercise.  Heck, you've got a bigger cock than
any of the punks that live under 'private rules'.  And I know Reggie. See,
he's the Warden.  And he likes 'em handsome, you can bet on that! But he
also likes 'em handsome, young like you, gotta be in your teens, see?
Handsome kids with nice cocks.  Big cocks - nice strong cocks like you.
Boy! When he sees that giant you're packin', he's gonna have a fit! So,
make up your mind: you and your prick are gonna see lots of action."

     As Ted continued to talk, Ronny absorbed every word, as though each
spelled a certain doom on him.  And his thoughts raced forward.  "Maybe,"
he thought to himself, "this warden is into dungeon shit, torture and heavy
duty pain.  Oh, fuck, why can't we just head for the border. . . I don't
wanna go to the stir!"

     While the older cop, Ted, continued to talk on, Ronny grew more and
more sure he was in for some heavy duty action when they finally got to the
prison.

     "You sure liked it when we sucked you off, eh, kid? Tell the truth!
You sure like it, eh?"

     ". . . No . . ."

     "Tell the truth, kid - you LIKED it!"

     "NO!"

     "You did! You went crazy when shootin' your cream!"

     "NO!. . .NO!. . .NO!"

     "You've never been sucked before - I could tell - and you SURE went
for it!"

     "NO!. . . NO!. . ."

     "You sure did, kid.  You went crazy for it!"

     "NO!. . .NO!. . .I DON'T WANT. . THAT!"

     Ted was holding Ronny's cock, now soft and hanging down against his
stomach.  He felt a trembling in the boy's loins as he began manipulating
it, still talking.

     "Come on! You were goin' crazy when shootin'!"

     "NO!. . NO!"

     "Your're even startin' to get another hard-on!"

     "NO MORE!. . .STOP THAT!"

     "Look at yer fuckin' cock! Gettin' harder jest as we talk about it."

     "No more, man! Please, stop!"

     "You like me playin' with it, don't ya, Ronny-boy! Come on, ADMIT you
like ME playin' with yer pecker!"

     "NO!. . STOP IT!"

     "Yer shakin' like crazy.  Real hot kid, ain't ya?"

     The cop's fist was now working hard and fast, causing Ronny to move
about.  That added to Ted's thrill of feeling the hot stud's body, as the
kid twisted and jerked against his implacable bonds.  The boy's enormous
cock fitted Ted's hand like it belonged there and the cop delighted in his
own erection as much as the discomfort of the boy.

     "STOP IT! NO MORE!"

     "Say you like it. . .tell me you like gettin' blowed!"

     "NO! . . I HATE IT! I ain't no FRUIT!"

     "You liked it. . .you went out of your fuckin' mind. . . say it! Say
you like it and want some more!"

     "NO! YER CRAZY! . . .TWO FUCKIN' QUEERS. . QUEER COPS!"

     "I'm goin' to beat your meat until you admit it!"

     "YER CRAZY! LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST TAKE ME TO JAIL, MAN.  LEAVE MY
FUCKIN' COCK ALONE!"

     "I'll beat yer fuck stick to a pulp, boy!"

     "STOP IT!. . STOP IT!. . YER KILLIN' ME!"

     "Boy! Reggie is really goin' to like you! He'll get a bany out of
breakin' YOUR guts!"

     "STOP IT!"

     "I'll just keep jerkin' the fuckin' thing 'til you say yes!"

     "YER CRAZY!.  . STOP IT!. . . YER MAKIN' ME COME. . .STOP!"

     "NO!. . NO!. . NO!"

     "I can keep this up 'til we get there."

     "STOP IT!. . OH!. . STOPIT!. . I'M. .I'M. .COMIN'. . I'M COMIN'. .
OH!. . THIS IS CRAZY!. . OH!. .OH!. . STOP IT!. . YES!. . .YES!. . .OH,
FUCK, MAN!. .I LIKED IT. . .I LIKED IT. . .BUT, PLEASE STOP!. . .I SAID
YES. . .I SAID YES!. . .OH! . . .OH!. . . oh-h-h-h-h. . ."

     The cop laughed, brushing his lips against the side of the kid's
chest, saying, "I knew you'd admit it, kid!"

     The huge prison loomed ahead, far out in the country, with miles of
plains surrounding it.  The lights from the towers glowed dimly in the
stormy night, and when the car finally drove up to the front gate, the
guard left his shack at the gate and flashed his light into the car.  The
sight of the near-naked Ronny sprawled with his ass on the top of the front
seat and his wrists tied to the back door handles brought a smile to his
lips. He opened the gate and the car sped through, circling first, then
stopping at a rear door.

     The place was huge, standing four stories high - but this section was
only a single story tall, built like a wing that had been added long after
the original construction.  The windows were high and had bars, but this
building didn't have the same imposing bearing as the main structure.

     As soon as the car came to a halt, the door opened.  There stood a
tall, gaunt man inside, with the light playing in back of him.  A canopy
jutted from the doorway, making it possible for him to approach the car
without getting wet.  He peered in and began laughing, seeing the position
of Ronny.

     "I see you've been busy, Ted", he said.

     "Some kid, Warden", Ted replied, also laughing.

     "I can see that! Yeh, I can certainly see that!"

     "He makes a damn nice picture, don't ya think, Warden?"

     "That he does! That he does! Well, I think you oughta untie him and
get him in here."

     Ronny was weak when they did untie him; he soon felt himself being
propelled out of the car and into the building - first surprised to see
that the large room looked nothing like he imagined a jail would.  The rug
on the floor was thick, and the furniture was in very good taste.  It was a
large living room, but part of the Warden's living quarters.  There was a
beaten look to Ronny, but that didn't stop him from feeling foolish
standing there in the nude.  He looked sheepishly into the Warden's eyes as
the latter spoke.

     "Well, boys, isn't very often we get rapists here", he said, ignoring
Ronny.  "Of course, you both know how I feel about such people.  This kid's
good looks certainly doesn't change that feeling one little bit." His eyes
roamed up and down the naked Ronny, resting when they did, mostly on the
boy's groin.  The evidence of what had transpired in the car was right
there, but that didn't disturb the Warden.  Having made his point, he
walked toward a door leading out of his living room.  Ronny was propelled
forward by Ted and Cal.  They crossed into a longish hall, pausing only for
a second in front of a doorway.  The Warden opened the door and Ronny was
pushed in. Ted and Cal followed.

     This room was bare.  Ronny was made to stand in the center as Cal
kneeled in front him, fixing floor shackles to his ankles.  The boy was,
through inexperience in such things, afraid to move, afraid to talk.  He
did neither.  Then Ronny's wrists were fitted with steel rings which were,
in turn, attached to chains that rose to the ceiling.  Once the rings were
fitted, the chains were worked from pulleys on the wall.  Ronny felt
himself being drawn up until his arms stuck straight up above his head.
This done, he was abandoned, as the trio returned to the living room.

     Had Ronny been with them in the living room, it would only now have
become apparent why neither cop jerked himself off in the car, or why
neither fucked him.  No, both cops - despite the provocation of the boy's
beauty and massive endowments - had been waiting for what was unfolding.
Had waited from a sense of duty.

     For, now, sitting on a comfortable chair, the Warden smiled in
pleasure as both cops dropped their pants.  He immediately saw dried jism
around Ted's crotch; too, the evidence of wetness on the police serge blues
meant Ted had already come.  The Warden fell to his knees in front of Cal.
Cal's flacid cock responded to the Warden's licking, but only after the
older man had wet down his nuts with a generous sucking.  While sucking off
Cal, the Warden was told by Ted of what had transpired in the car.  Ted was
careful to go into every detail.  Those details, and the Warden's expert
throating of the young cop's cock were soon sufficient to get Cal near
climax.  Soon, he let every one of his pent-up frustrations of the night
loose.  Cal flooded the old joker's mouth with his cream.  As he came,
shaking somewhat, feeling his legs getting weaker, the Warden sucked
hungrily at the spitting cock. Then, Ted was in his place, still telling
details of the way they had worked the kid over in the car and "waht a
fuckin' dong that punk has!" Now, the older cop's watery jism was sliding
down the hungry Warden's throat.  Soon, the two cops were fixing their
clothes, smiling.  The warden had never touched his own meat, nor even
dropped his pants.  Though he didn't show it, he was extremely interested
in what they related about the boy.

     ". . .Yeh, he's a real prize, that kid, Warden.  I envy you." The
older cop's observation roused the Warden from his thoughts.

     "Yes, have to agree with you, Ted.  He certainly looks the picture of
health."

     "What I would give to be in your shoes! Oh. . ."

     "Well, it takes time, m'boy.  It takes time.  And connections.  Who
knows? Someday you may climb high enough, meet the right people, get into
politics as I was fortunate enough to do.  Who can say? You work for what
you get in this world, Ted.  And you put out.  Perks like him aren't free.
You pay for what you get.  Hell, you might. . ."

     Ted smiled at the older man, then winked.  "Yes, sir.  I know what you
mean."

     The two cops, without further formality, left.  Soon their police
vehicle was heading back to the City of the Angels.  And Ted's thoughts
were somber as Cal expertly handled the car in the long drive. Tonight, he
realized, he'd had the best piece of ass he probably ever would.  "I came
without even touchin' my cock," he told himself in silent revery.  "That
kid is the best looking meat, the sexiest I'll ever find.  Oh, shit! Why
does he have to be straight? And, just to stay on payroll, I gotta get
sucked by that old fucker.  What a pissy end to what shoulda been a
beautiful relationship. . ."

     The Warden, Reggie, smiled, snapping the whip in the palm of his hand.
This was no ceremony with him.  He liked what he was about to do - but
mainly, he liked it more when the "culprit" showed defiance.  He was
standing sideways to the kid, facing his back.  He smartly swung the whip
through the air. It came down across the punk's back.  Ronny sucked in his
breath as his body rocked to and fro.  The whip came down again, as the the
first time, and Ronny's fear overshadowed the pain he felt.  He clenched
his teeth.  His body kept swaying, pulling at his bonds, as the whip
continued to lacerate his back, shoulders and thighs.

     Ronny didn't cry out.  The pain seared through his body, but he didn't
cry out.  It was his way of showing defiance to the man who was his captor.
Every time the whip whistled throught the air, he closed his eyes and grew
tense, waiting for it to land on his naked body.  The Warden didn't utter a
word.

     Suddenly, the whipping stopped.  Only then did an unmistakeable sound
utter from Ronny's throat.  He was crying.  His body began to shake as the
tears welled in his eyes.  His chest heaved as the Warden rubbed his hand
up and down the area he had just whipped.  This added to the pain, but
Ronny could barely move in his bonds.  The hand now roamed the front of him
and his eyes stared into the man's eyes as he felt his cock being grabbed
hard.

     "So!" said the Warden.  "You like using this on defenseless girls and
women, eh?" He squeezed the flacid tube harder and harder, finally causing
Ronny to wince.  But the boy didn't answer; he didn't know what to say.

     "How many tarts did you rape with this big poker, boy?"

     Ronny's fear grew.  This was nothing like what he had expected.  His
mind provided no answers for the questions being posed.

     "Answer me!"

     "I. . .don't . .know."

     "Were there so many you've lost count?"

     "I . . .don't remember!"

     "Then, TRY to remember!! I repeat: HOW MANY girls did you rape?"

     "Maybe . . maybe ten . . ."

     "And how many did you just fuck besides that?"

     "I. . don't . . know. . . I don't."

     "TELL ME!"

     "I don't . . remember.  A lot . . .maybe thirty."

     "Punk eh, and already quite a cocksman!"

     Ronny hung his head, still feeling the pain on his back and thighs.

     "Well, there are NO GIRLS around HERE to fuck, my young stud.  Still,
this cock of yours is going to be put to very good use!"

     Ronny wanted to weep now, something he had so rarely done since being
a kid.  He had been a leader with the rest of the guys he knew, and they
knew it, too.  Ronny always sensed he had been admired, by his peers and by
his elders.  But, now - this! It was hard for him to grasp his position.
Like a bad dream, from which he couldn't awaken.  The hand at his groin
keep squeezing, then massaging his joint.  Ronny didn't want to get a
hard-on, but knew that was something he couldn't control.  And his giant
appendage was starting to grow, he could feel the blood moving into the
tubular shaft, the head starting to peer from its generous hiding place.

     Reggie was now frigging the cock, smiling as he did so.  The cops had
been right.  It WAS quite a dong! More than a handful, really more than two
handfuls.  He thought of the other boys he had in the wing and thought back
to his early manhood.  How much better hung the ones were today! Must be
the vitamins, he ruminated, and the early age at which they're jacking off.
Not like when he had been their age.  Kids knew today that there was
nothing wrong in beating one's meat, so they started early. And the
vitamins helped their tools grow, attuning their gonads, too. The Warden's
left hand cupped the boy's ballsac.  Gotta be the vitamins, he thought,
'cause some horses don't have nuts nice as this! And the Warden thanked his
luck that the vitamins and the early masturbation were really the providers
of his young charges.  Sex crimes, go to jail, he thought, go to jail.

     As he frigged the giant tool, its head now fully bloomed from the
sweet sausage skin that housed it, the Warden's eyes roamed over the whole
of Ronny.  A truly remarkably handsome youth, he thought.  Perfect in every
detail.  A face that fitted a picture of innocence - yet a rapist! A smooth
body with firm muscles.  His chest wasn't heavy, but chisled to perfection
for the kid's age.  The waist slim, supported on sturdy thighs.  The
halfclosed eyes and the sensuous lips of the boy just added to his charm.

     Reg Whitmore, Warden of California's largest Youth Correctional
Facility, stood facing young Ronny, no longer speaking.  His had continued
chaffing the hard cock.  He kept his eyes riveted to the boy's face; Ronny
couldn't hold the older man's eyes, but he now and then returned a defiant
glance. The Warden had a constant smile on his face, while his hand
continued working up and down the turgid horsemeat.  He felt the boy
shudder slightly, knowing he might soon be rewarded.

     ". . no more. . please . . . not again. ."

     Reggie continued to smile and kept up the same steady beat of his
hand. Every part of the boy trembled now as he felt the first spurts
travelling through the long cock.  The Warden stood aside, watching the
thin jets of cum shooting in the air; he continued chaffing the cock,
faster than before. His fist working like a piston now, faster and still
faster, caused Ronny to start moaning.  A choke lodged in his throat.  His
mid-section pulled back from the hand attacking his sex.  The Warden's
unmerciless jerking continued. No jism was escaping now, but the
masturbation continued.  The pain this caused the boy became apparent.  He
cried out, then screamed; still, Reggie continued the insensate jerking.
Finally, he stopped.  Ronny's body slumped forward.

     Without a word, the Warden walked to the wall, loosening the bonds
that had held up the boy's arms.  Ronny slumped to the floor.  The Warden
walked to the door, killed the overhead lights and left, locking the door
behind him.

     It was past midnight now and the Warden had one more call to make. He
walked down the corridor - away from Ronnie's imprisonment - to one of the
far doors and entered the room.  As he switched on the light, the sight of
young Will faced him.

     Will was a youth of eighteen, now in his second week in jail.  He was
a tall kid, tall and lanky.  He lay on a bunk on his back, stark naked. His
eyes opened sleepily as the lights came on.  The sight of the Warden
brought a choling cry to his throat.  The boy didn't move, becuase he
couldn't move.  His arms were draped on each side of the bunk, and tied to
rings in the floor.  Will's legs were drawn apart until his feet touched
the floor.  Steel rings encircled his ankles, which were also tied in the
same rings.  His body, propped in his manner, had been kept like this for
the past four days now - except for the few minutes of exercises that he
was allowed each day.  Will's prick was long in the shank and dangled
easily over his youthful balls.

     Reggie came into the room and sat down between the boy's opened legs.
The Warden immediately grabbed hold of the boy's cock.  Will's mouth moved
as if trying to speak, but no sound came out.  He began to rock his head
back and forth now as tears welled in his eyes.  He kept his eyes closed,
perhaps to stop the tears, possibly to shut out the sight of what he knew
was about to happen.  Reggie manipulated his cock, working it up and down,
trying to make the adult-sized pecker (much larger than the Warden's own)
come to attention.

     The weakened state of Will was understandable.  In the four days and
nights the boy had been shackled to this bunk, he had been visited by the
Warden up to eight times a day.  And jacked off each time.  It was part of
his punishment for refusing to obey an order.  The first two days had not
been the hardest - for Will was most sensual.  By the end of the second
day, however, Will realized the Warden would do exactly what he had said.
It was then that Will had finally spoken up, telling the Warden that he
would do what he had refused to do earlier.  Still, the Warden had passed
"judgement", and he was not the type of man to go back on his word.  Now,
Will realized, he could beg forever - the punishment would continue as the
Warden planned.

     The kid was getting a hard-on now, as he always did.  Once his cock
stood hard and firm, Reggie took a firmer hold and began masturbating it in
earnest.  The was one of Reggie's pleasures.  He liked sucking prick, sure.
But he enjoyed jerking them off just as much.  The Warden's eyes stayed on
his moving hand, loving the sight of the thick head.  The body sprawled out
in front of him was shaking.  But Reggie only had eyes for what he was
doing.  And when Will began to go through the convulsions of his orgasm,
Reggie knew that the cum itself would be minute.  The thin spits came, and
then a few drops followed.  Reggie stood up, smiling down at the boy.
Then, he turned abruptly and left the room.  Will realized anew that he had
three more days of this left to him.  Reggie had told him that - for a full
week - he would be milked to cumming eight times a day.

     Reggie walked the full length of the corridor to his suite of rooms.
He crossed a small sitting room and the bedroom.  The lights were already
on and he glanced up to see Art standing there against the wall.  Art was
naked and had nothing of the frightened look in his eyes the Warden had
just seen in Will's.  This was a handsome lad of twenty-one, now entering
his third year as a jail inmate.  Two full years he had spent under the
ministrations of Reggie.  Two full years of whipping and gross indecencies.
Still, some of the fire came back into him over the months as the young man
realized his wasn't all that bad a lot.  Reggie termed him a "willing
subject".

     Upon the Warden's entrance, Art casually watched the man undress. He
then threw back the bed's blanket and got in.  Art's crime had been petty
theft.  His year sentence kept getting extended, though, because certain
"rules" kept getting broken.  So, Art had already accepted the fact that
his initial small sentence was eventually to be entirely at the Warden's
whim.  Still, he felt, this wasn't bad duty, it beat the streets.

     The naked, gaunt body of the older man wasn't a very pleasant sight as
the Warden switched off the light, then also got into the bed. Reggie
turned toward the boy lying next to him.  His hands felt of the naked young
man.  He grasped the prick.  Art's erection was instant, but he had to do
something too, he knew.  His hand went forward now and felt of the Warden's
dick.  He played with it, friggin' it lightly, until it got as hard as
middle-aged cocks got.  He moved himself down until his cock pressed
against the Warden's.  Then, their hands grasped the two joints and worked
them in unison.

     Reggie now propped himself up with pillows in back of his head and the
young man crawled over him.  He placed his knees on each side of the
older's flanks, turning himself sideways so that his head hung down next to
the graying chest beneath him.  Reggie pushed his left arm over the boy's
back and reached down to the asscheeks as his right hand held fast to the
youngster's cock.  Their rods were almost touching; Reggie enjoyed the feel
of Art's hand fanning his as they each jacked off. The older man worked his
fist at high speed, loving the sense of the slight, shaking boy suspended
so close on top of him.  He held Art's cock pointing down toward his own,
so that when Art hit it and his thick cum shot against the older's joint,
splashing his stomach, Reggie kept up the jerk until Art's last drops were
drawn.

     His prick bathed in boyjuice, Reggie rubbed his own shaft to new life
with the sweet elixir.  Well aware of what followed next, Art straightened
his back now, pushing his youthful asshole against his captor's cock.  The
still-warm jism used as a lubricant allowed Reggie to start burying his
pecker into the boy-slut's pussie.  As Art's asshole expanded, the Warden's
tool eagerly forced itself deep into the young man. Both moaned aloud as
Art's sphincter finally clamped down on the base of the fully enveloped
tool inside him.

     Now Art sat bolt upright on the Warden's dick, his knees apart,
leaving his entire groin exposed.  Art's arms stopped his fall backward.
Again, Reggie grabbed the boy's flacid, but responding pecker.  He could
feel his own dickhead toy with the younger man's prostate (and, Reggie
noted, hit up against some shit that must contain peanuts, as it wasn't
giving much ground).  The Warden began pawing the prick and balls so
prominately displayed in front of him, while his own cock simmered in the
tight ass-hole.  The two continued this for several minutes, each mute. Art
was soon close to full erection, such was the power of the shit in his rear
(that he had purposely retained) working against the hard dick massaging
his innards.  Reggie worked over the dangling balls, enjoying the
long-shafted, moist-headed young cock that angled out over them.

     The Warden let go of the boy's equipment and began running his hands
up and down his bedmate's thighs.  He rubbed them hard, knowing that this
caused pleasure to the youth.  The deep breathing that emitted from Art
pleased the older man, tremors coming from him just added to the spice.
Reggie kept up this fondling, alternating with cock, balls, then thighs,
for the better part of half-an-hour.  All the while with Art manipulating
the shit inside him to meet with the dickhead also in him, the two were
realizing this was to be one fine orgasm.

     Soon, the Warden cupped Art's cockhead in his left palm, giving full
attention to the boy's cock with his right.  He jerked the dick in earnest
now, using firm and steady strokes.  And, as he did, he moved the two of
them, sitting slowly upright while pushing Art back.  The youth's legs
straight up gave him perfect purchase to the asshole into which his cock
was fully extended.  Reggie began fucking in earnest.  As so many times
before, he fucked Art as if the young man's tight sphincter were a wornout
cunt.  He banged himself hard into the asscheeks, the extended legs. With
his years of experience, Reggie had learned how to prolong his pleasure.
Thus was he able to lose himself in the fucking without rushing to the
supreme motion that would cause his orgasm.  He kept his joint buried to
the root, several times twisting and rotating it, always aware it was
pounding against hardened shit, but accounting that to Art's pleasure more
than his own.

     Again, the Warden grasped the younger man's generous appendages. Art's
hardened cock was like a stiff piece of rubber, lotsa bounce and slap, but
always some give.  The old fart stroked it at the same tempo with which he
was fucking.  Slowing on occasion to prolong the pleasure his now
shit-encrusted cock was taking from the boy's innards; noting, too, the
younger's increased arousal.  Soon Art was beside himself in the continual
attack.  His arms laid out above his head, eyes closed, the head kept
tossing back and forth as he uttered unmistakable sounds of joy from his
open throat.  No words, just the sound of a youth lost in passion.

     Reggie's one orgasm of the day was usually in this manner; he was not
about to rush it.  Nor was he of the intelligence to realize that this was
the sum and total of his life's enjoyment.  Easily, in other circumstances,
Art could well have been his youthful lover.  In fact, however, Art's
pleasure at their coupling wasn't of real interest to Reggie.  It was only
the non-culminated arousal his activity with other youngsters throughout
the day that provided the steel to his tool this late at night.  And, it
was both the employment and the sense of using others that lead to this
ritual.  Reggie did realize few adult men in the entire world had his
advantages: powerful warden to a major facility that allowed unlimited
variety, unlimited stimulation.  And power.

     At those moments Reggie felt himself on the point of cumming, he
slacked his motions and cooled slightly, his hand on the younger's dick
never ceased, however.  But, enough; time to end the session, as Reggie
pumped the boy harder, with force, his hand always jerking the enflamed
joint of his opponent.

     The older started to cum - a long, agonized ejaculation.  The feeling
began at the very base of his neck, travelling down his spine.  It reached
the root of his shaft as he felt his cockhead swell, almost stretching to
envelope the shit deep within the boy's bowels.  His body shook as his jism
jetted forth into the kid's guts, spewing middle-aged jazz into youthful
shit.  Art, too, was spending his sperm, arcing jets too few in number
compared with his pleasure; both now groaning from ectasy born of expended
energy, work and desire.

     Pulling a towl from beneath the pillows, Reggie eased his dick out
from the boy's puckering ass-sheath.  The towl now beneath them, Reggie
flicked on a bedside lamp in time to watch his shit-encrusted pecker pop
from the youth's well-worn anus.  A moment later, Art laid on his back next
to the older man, once again breathing almost normally.  Sleep was
overtaking him, but he knew there were yet other demands.

     Reggie settled himself in such a position so that his head laid on the
younger man's thigh.  He opened his mouth and began to swallow the soft,
yet swollen cock.  Though the contact made Art wince, soon the wet mouth
was bringing relief to the enflamed tissue so recently engorged with blood.
As the Warden wiped his own dick of the boy's surprisingly softened shit,
his tongue brought some relief to the kid's groin.

     Art hardly moved from his position, keeping his eyes closed and
feeling himself falling again under the sexual passion.  The cock started
to slightly firm.  Now, Reggie was mouthing his whole groin; his cock
extending somewhat down the older man's throat, as the bottom jaw opened to
suck the ample nutsack into his mouth.  The boy's thoughts toyed with
letting the ample bladder of piss the evening had accumlated within him
jettison down his captor's throat.  Still, he knew the old man would have
to be more aroused not to rebel against that onslaught.  The pleasureable
thought persisted, though.

     The last remnants of the boy's lust were now required.  Reggie was
feverishly throating the semi-rigid shaft.  It was easy, just letting his
adam's apple do the work, stroking the cockhead ever further into his moist
gullet.  Meantime, his tongue salved the ballsac in his mouth, allowing
Reggie the greatest oral joy he ever recalled.  His own pecker rose at the
prospect; soon he was close to cumming as he felt a slight, but
unmistakeable rush of gism into his distended throat.  But what made Reggie
cum into his own jerking hand wasn't the jism ejaculated into him, but the
rush of warm piss that shot uncontrollably into his stomach.  Art, fully
expended, couldn't stop evacuting his bladder into the estactic, cumming
older man.  And since there was nothing to really swallow - the cockhead
being well beyond his adam's apple - Reggie let the warm stream of fluid
fill his gut until there were only spurts, then a fully moistened pecker
slowly withdrawing itself from his eager throat. He fondly chomped a bit
with his teeth as the wet dickhead withdrew.  And, untypically, Reggie -
with some degree of passion - kissed the cock as Art fell back in a stupor.
Sensing nothing but a fullness and warmth, Reggie pulled the covers over
their two spent bodies and was soon as fully asleep as Art, the younger
cradled close to Warden's accomodating warmth.