Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2023 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 7 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18, with scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children, and sibilings. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 7 Rollo hadn't slept that well in a long time. Sonny snored like crazy and their cell block was naturally loud. He also hadn't topped since his latter days in juvie, and Sonny never bottomed. It didn't escape his notice when he felt soft lips and a wet tongue sliding up and down his already hard cock. A blow job was the best way to wake up in his opinion, especially when you were the one receiving it. He didn't consider himself gay by any standard. When it came to the boys he fooled around with in juvie and the foster homes, it was just boys being boys. When it came to Sonny, it was purely out of self preservation. Sonny had discovered that Rollo had a skin beef on his juvie record. Normally, juvenile cases were sealed by the court once the minor turned 18; however, Sonny had known the victim and his family. The boy was the same age as Rollo, and his parents caught them touching each other. Rollo knew they were just comparing dick sizes, like other boys do, but the other boy's parents were uber religious and called the cops. His "friend" didn't want to get in trouble, since it was his idea, so the kid lied, and Rollo was sent to the local juvenile hall for six months. Apparently, when Rollo was arrested, he made it in the local paper, where the kid's dad had seen it. The bastard then sent the article to Sonny, who waited. Sonny had a lot of clout in the prison. He was the shot caller for the largest gang, and several of the staff were either unknown members on the street or sympathizers for the cause. Rollo didn't have a chance. At first, Sonny acted innocent, even welcoming. Secure in his past being buried, Rollo was grateful that someone was being nice to him. Sonny took him out to the yard, and they got on the weight pile together. Sonny introduced him to the lieutenants of the Brotherhood and a few other people. Everyone seemed nice and welcoming, just like Sonny. They sat next to each other in the chow hall, and Sonny helped point out who the good dudes and freaks were on the unit. Everything was going pretty good, until lights out. It all started on that first night. Sonny had the top bunk, after the cop went by for count. He climbed down to pretend to use the pisser. Rollo rolled over to give his cellie some privacy, but that was a mistake. Sonny quietly took off his belt and quickly looped it around Rollo's neck. The younger man never stood a chance. "So, you like little boys, huh?" Sonny whispered in Rollo's ear. "You like touching them? Making them touch you?" Rollo could barely breathe let alone talk. He thrashed around and kicked out, but it was no good. Sonny was a lifer and had spent the better part of two decades working out six days a week. Rollo could barely lift his own weight, as Sonny discovered on the pile. Rollo blacked out and didn't remember anything that Sonny did during that time. He did wake up some time before dawn. His clothes were ripped, his whole body hurt, he could taste blood...and something else. His asshole burned and hurt like never before. He didn't cry, though. He refused to give Sonny the satisfaction. The next week, Rollo stayed in the cell, while food was brought to him, either by Sonny or an underling. After he started feeling better, Sonny did it to him again. This went on for the better part of a month. The Unit Officers were all in on it. Sonny made sure that his men were always in charge. The beatings stopped when, one day, after lights out, Sonny got off the bed, and Rollo was naked and on his knees. Sonny walked up to him and pulled back a fist, but Rollo pulled out Sonny's cock and started to suck it. Sonny lowered his fist and grabbed Rollo by the back of his head and throat fucked him. All the times he messed around as a kid with other boys, it had never resulted in him sucking a cock, but he didn't know what else to do. He knew Sonny had raped him, but at some point, Rollo either needed to be Sonny's bitch or victim. Sonny ran his hand through Toby's hair and pushed the kid's head down, sliding his cock into the young man's throat. Both moaned. As much as he hated Toby for being a freak, he wasn't going to treat Toby the way Sonny had treated him. It was always easier to kill with kindness, Rollo thought as he shot his load down Toby's throat. "Morning, Sir," Toby said, wiping his mouth and cleaning up Rollo's crotch. "Morning," Rollo muttered. He threw his blankets aside and went to the bathroom, leaving Toby jerking himself off. After another shower, Rollo came back into the room and ordered Toby to dry and dress him, which Toby did immediately. Rollo looked out the window and the city was covered in a thick layer of snow. "I suppose we'll still have to go out and look for work in this shit." "No," Toby replied, pulling a shirt over Rollo's head. "We won't have to go out in it, as most of the city is shut down; however, there's a computer lab and job center we have to go to instead." "Really? So, we have internet access and all that bullshit?" "Yeah. They're kinda strict about people getting jobs...especially guys like me." "You mean, 'freaks' like you?" "Yeah," Toby said, sounding wounded. Rollo lifted Toby's chin and kissed the boy on the lips. He needed to make sure the boy knew his place despite the affection he was being given. "I take it staff are a bunch of dicks around here." "Only if you're a sex offender. In fact, if you've been in a gang, they treat you better." "Really? That's interesting." Once ready, Rollo and Toby went into the common area for breakfast. Rollo had made it clear that what they do in the room, stays in the room. Nobody was there, so Toby made them both breakfast. After eating, Toby showed Rollo around and they eventually came to the computer lab. Rollo was introduced to the Job Skills Coordinator, who got Rollo signed into the program and orientated, while Toby went to an open computer. Rolle recognized the shot caller from the day before struggling with his computer. He wanted to laugh but chose to focus on other matters. Once a station was available, Rollo got on and created himself a couple email accounts. One would be for his day-to-day life as Orlando Johnson, while the other would be for his plans. After getting those off the ground he did a couple quick searches, namely looking for his former lawyer, William Parker. Even though he was told that the computers were for job searches only, Rollo wanted to get his plans moving, which required learning as much about what happened to William Parker as possible. The last time they spoke on the phone, that piece of shit, child molester hung up on him. It was a couple months later that he read of Will's death. Suicide by cop, Rollo rationalized at the time. The first things Rollo found were ads for "people finding" websites. Rollo didn't want to find Will, since the son of a bitch was dead, so he moved on past them. Next was an article about the incident. There wasn't much information provided beyond what he already knew. Will had been at a wrecking yard that he owned and was gunned down by a police officer during an altercation. The article said there were witnesses but didn't name them, nor did they name the officer involved. What was more frustrating was that they didn't say the cause of the incident. Apparently, none of it was news worthy enough. Rollo found similar articles, all with the same, limited information. Just before he ended his search, he came across Will's obituary. The usual fluff was in it: He was a great businessman, pillar of the community, donated to numerous charities, etc. Rollo knew those donations were really hidden funds from the money laundering Will was doing for the Brotherhood. The article finished with those Will left behind. Apparently, he had a son named Billy Parker-Barton, and couple nephews named Charlie and Ry Barton, along with a brother named Kenny, who lived in Canada. There was no way he was going to Canada, even if he could manage to sneak into the country. Billy Parker was Rollo's next target. If Will left his money to anyone it was his kid. No age was given, so Rollo knew he'd have a hard time narrowing it down, given how common the name "Billy" was. Rollo sent all the links he could find on Will to his second email account, then spent the rest of the morning pretending to look for work. The Job Center closed for lunch, so he returned to the unit, since the roads were still covered in about a foot of snow. Road crews were making progress but not enough to get him to go out in it. Toby was already in the kitchen area making them food. If his bitch were a woman, Rollo might have considered being in a relationship with the freak; however, Toby will serve his purpose, beyond just sex, and Rollo will be done with him for good. Rollo checked to make sure they were indeed alone, then walked up to Toby, pulled the boy's pants down and began to fuck the shit out of the kid. Rollo loved how tight Toby's ass was and couldn't stop thinking about it all morning. It didn't take him long to cum. Toby barely got his own pants up when they heard the unit door open. The shot caller and his goons came sauntering in. "What are you looking at, freak?" One of the idiots said to Toby, who was trying to catch his break and control his shaking legs. Rollo just stood around. He figured Toby expected him to stand up to the idiots, but the only fights he was going to get involved in were his own. To his credit, Toby kept his eyes down and didn't look to Rollo for support. The guy may be a cho-mo, but he's a smart cho-mo, Rollo concluded, taking a sandwich from Toby's plate. Rollo had made some notes and went back to his searches once the Job Center was open. Will not only owned the wrecking yard, but also owned a lawyer firm in town. It didn't appear that he had any offices, however. An article on him for the local chamber of commerce newsletter said that Will had owned an IT business in another town about an hour or two away, along with having been a trial attorney there. Rollo was unable to hide his grin. He finally had a place to start. "Mr. Johnson," the Job Center lady said, over his shoulder, "you're supposed to be looking for work only." "I'm sorry," he said, trying to make his best "sad face." "I just discovered that a friend of mine died. I was hoping he could give me a job, so I looked him up." "I'm sorry to hear about your loss, but the rules are the rules. If you want to do any other kind of searches, you'll need to go to the library downtown for that." "I'll keep that in mind," he said, making a note to ask Toby if he had a car and license. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 8***