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The Unforgiven

 

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Mark James

 

 

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Five thousand years ago a great rock fell from the skies into the oceans of Earth. Waves the size of mountains crashed down on the shores of civilization, destroying the world men had made. From the ashes of destruction, New Earth arose…a brutal, hostile land…

 

 

 

      Verik walked down the narrow cobblestone alley of the noisy market, ignoring the way men looked at him from the corner of their eyes.

 

      “Fresh vegetables. Best in town!”

 

       Merchants hawked their goods in a singsong shout, holding up their wares to the passing crowd in the bright sunshine.

 

      “Fresh bread. Best prices!”

 

       Wooden stalls crammed close to the ancient black stone walls on both sides of the alley, barely leaving room for men to squeeze by.

 

       Verik looked into all the stalls, savoring his first day of freedom. After five summers behind dull grey walls, the bright colors splashed across his eyes like a blast of ice cold water. Slabs of raw meat hung from hooks; fruits and vegetables filled the stalls with raging color - red, yellow, green. In the stalls, men in coarse sleeveless tunics and heavy cotton trousers haggled over goods, shouting at merchants.

 

       A man cooked succulent lamb on skewers over open fire. The delicious smell of roast meat barely hid the sharp odor of the unwashed men crowded into the small market in the afternoon heat.

 

       Anyone could tell the merchants weren’t locals. They wore fine silks, had soft, clean hands. No man wore silk in a mining town like Nequir.  The grime of the mines clung to the men in the market like a light soot. Hard labor in unrelenting heat deep under the earth, where one misstep could send a man plummeting to his death, had toughened the men of Nequir; made them harsh and unforgiving like the mines they worked.

 

       The miners walked through the market, men made hard by a ruthless underworld, swords at their side, looking at Verik with wary eyes. A path cleared for the gladiator as men moved out of his way, trying not to stare at the perfect black circle on his forehead. Even the miners, infamous for their fierce ways, wanted no trouble with Verik the Scythe.

 

       The tattoo on his forehead was a final parting gift of the Prison Council, condemning him to life among the lowest caste – the Unforgiven, or caijeen, murderer. No one would dare call him caijeen to his face though; unless they thought it was a good day to die.

 

      Five summers he’d served for killing a worthless coward who cheated him over dice. He’d do it again in the blink of an eye. But he’d bury the body deeper next time.

 

      When they sentenced him they gave him two choices – ten summers in the rock quarries where men died slow, lingering deaths or five summers in the arena as gladiator where men died swift, hard deaths. He’d chosen the arena and risen to the top fast, a vicious warrior who slit the throats of countless men without a second thought, cheered on by roaring crowds.

 

      “Spare a copper for a poor man Sir.”

 

      A beggar shoved a wooden cup at Verik. The man had one eye covered with a white, milky film. Men close by watched, pretending to bargain for goods. Only a blind man would beg Verik for anything.

 

      “A silver token my friend,” Verik said, dropping the heavy coin into the beggar’s cup. His victories in the arena had made him a rich man. “Mind you guard it well. Thieves are all around,” Verik said loud enough for the men watching to hear.

 

      “Thank you Sir. Bright blessings,” the beggar said.

 

      “Only his kind would steal from a beggar,” a man close by said.

 

      “You say something friend?” Verik said, turning on him with dark, empty eyes that froze the man’s heart.

 

      “You’re mistaken,” the man said, not looking at him. He paid the merchant. “No one wants trouble with you gladiator.”

 

      “Blessings to you then,” Verik said, walking on.

 

      “Murdering scum should be in prison, bringing gold to our town,” Verik heard the miner say.

 

       “He could have killed you fool,” the rug seller said. He was one of the few locals in the market.

 

      Verik wasn’t in the mood to kill anyone. He could have challenged the man to a death duel for insulting his honor. Even caijeen had the right to that. He let it go.

 

        When this is done, I’m buying me a virgin bitch. That thought had been his driving obsessesion in prison. Sweating through hours of grueling training under summer’s hot sun, he’d thought of nothing else. Every time he used a prison whore, he thought of the temple virgins. He’d waited a long time. By night fall he would own the tightest virgin slave ass the temple had.

 

       He stopped in a stall near the end of the market selling tunics. His tunic was old and stained with blood. The tall thin merchant stood beside his stall, outside his house.

 

       Emir the cloth merchant looked at the black mark on Verik’s forehead. No matter. Silver from a gladiator would put just as much food on his table as silver from a brother of the temple.

 

       Kali, Emir’s beautiful slaveboy, looked up at Verik instead of dropping his eyes decently. The boy took in his sensual lips, his cruel black eyes, the way Verik’s sweaty tunic clung to his hard, muscled chest.

 

      “How much?” Verik said to the merchant, fingering a linen tunic, looking at the boy.

 

       “The tunic is thirty silver tokens. The bitch isn’t for rent,” Emir said.

 

      “Why not?” It was common for merchants to rent out their slaveboys to earn extra silver. “He looked at me like a whore. I’ll be quick with his ass,” Verik said, rubbing his crotch, looking at the luscious red-haired boy.

 

       Emir slapped his boy’s face. “You looked at a man? Get inside you whore.”

 

      “Why Sir?” Kali said, looking at Verik’s thick arms, tanned and hard with muscle. His big strong hands were made to grab a boy’s ass. “He’s caijeen. We pay and we can look at his kind every night.”

 

      Emir backhanded his boy and sent him sprawling to the ground.

 

      “Get inside you little fool,” he said. “Your ass will feel the whip tonight bitch.”

 

      The slaveboy scrambled to his feet and ran inside.

 

        “I beg you to forgive the insult. He’s only a slaveboy. Anything I have is yours for the asking,” Emir said, spreading his shaking hands over his merchandise. The insult was enough to get him killed.

 

      “Why whip him?” Verik said. “For saying what men don’t have the guts to say to me?”

 

      “Some things are better left unsaid.”

 

      “Like caijeen and murderer?”

 

      Suddenly five summers of pent up rage erupted in Verik. He banged his huge fist on the wooden table. Cloths and tunics scattered to the ground. Emir nearly jumped out of his skin, sure he was a dead man.

 

      “Fucking mark’s going to make me kill someone.”

 

      Kali rushed out of nowhere and fell to his knees.

 

       “Please don’t hurt my Master Sir,” Emir’s boy said, kissing Verik’s feet. “It was my fault.”

 

       The merchant swooped down on his boy, snatching him out of the gladiator’s reach.

 

      “Get inside,” Emir said, but his slaveboy clung to him, crying.

 

      Looking into the boy’s terrified eyes calmed Verik. There was no honor in frightening a harmless man and his slaveboy.

 

      “Sorry I scared you boy,” he said, and turned his back on the merchant.

 

      Verik walked on, making his way through the crowded street, turning his thoughts to the temple. The thought of virgin ass made his swelling cock hard under his rough trousers. He knew how it would be with the bitch. Back at the gladiator house, the whores all trembled when they came to his rooms. He’d grown used to taking slaveboys by force. He used their ass and sent them away, whimpering and crying.

 

      “Ease yourself with a whore Sir?” a boy’s soft voice said behind him.

 

      The slaveboy backed away when he saw Verik’s black mark. He grabbed the whore’s red tunic, quick as a snake.

 

       “Come here bitch.”

 

       The slaveboy looked up at him, and the gladiator was lost. The crowd melted away. He saw only the boy whore’s soft brown eyes filled with miserable shame.

 

       The helpless misery in the boy’s eyes seduced the darkness within Verik. Wicked lust gripped him like a fever. His swollen cock strained against his trousers. Suddenly he thought how fucking hot the bitch would look squirming under him, crying, begging for mercy.

 

        “How much to ease my cock with your whore ass?”

 

      The boy glanced back at the whorehouse, but there was no rescue, just another slaveboy who ran inside at the sight of Verik.

 

      “One hundred silver,” the boy said, looking down at the big bulge in Verik’s trousers.

 

      He grabbed the boy’s face and ran his fingers over the whore’s ruby lips and caressed his soft, pink cheeks. His honey colored hair fell to his shoulders like the finest silk. Looking into the boy’s eyes, the temple seemed far away.

 

      A tall bald man, tanned and muscled, stood in the shady doorway of Slave’s Oasis, watching the gladiator with his whore. Now he knew he was cursed. Ajef spit in the dirt. Verik the Scythe showing up at his whorehouse – of all the luck.

 

      “You’ll have to pay to use my property,” Ajef said.

 

      “How much to use the bitch?” Verik said, pulling the whore close.

 

       The boy was soft and smooth against Verik’s hard body. He slid his hand up under the whore’s tunic and fondled the boy’s pierced cock. He loved the feel of a slaveboy’s limp cock. It thrilled him to use a boy’s ass and know the bitch couldn’t come.

 

      “Two hundred silver to use the whore,” Ajef said, hoping the gladiator would move on.

 

      “The bitch said one hundred,” Verik said, rubbing his hard cock against the slave’s round ass. The pretty slaveboy trembled in his grip. Nothing new.

 

      “Bring him inside,” Ajef said, backing down. He’d seen Verik’s work in the ring. “I’ll make you a deal.”

 

       Like all places in Nequir, the inside of the whorehouse was dark, carved out of the black stone prisoners quarried. Without any windows, the torches spread around the small room cast shadowy light that hid more than it revealed.

 

       As soon as Verik sat at one of the dark wooden tables, the whore sat on his lap, spreading his legs across him so the heat of his ass pressed up against his swollen cock. The boy writhed on his lap, sliding his hands up under Verik’s tunic, caressing his smooth, muscled chest. “Let me pleasure you Sir,” the boy whore whispered into his ear, licking the sweat from Verik’s tanned body, running his fingers through the gladiator’s long, black hair.

 

       The feel of the slaveboy pressed so close was maddening. Verik grabbed the boy’s hips and pushed his naked ass down so his thick cock nestled in the crack of the boy’s ass.

 

      “You were always my favorite in the ring Verik. You’re welcome among us again,” Ajef said, looking uneasy.

 

      Verik saw the way the man’s eyes avoided the tattoo on his forehead.

 

      “Am I?” he said, looking into Ajef’s eyes.

 

      Ajef was a pitiless loan shark who collected debts with a sword. He didn’t scare easy. But when Verik looked into his eyes, he knew death was forever a heartbeat away.

 

      “You served your time. Justice is done,” Ajef said, sounding harsher than he meant to.

 

      Verik ran his hands over the squirming slave’s smooth ass. The boy had lifted his tunic to lick the sweat off his chest.

 

      “I’ll pay for the bitch now.  How much for three hour glasses?”

 

      If Verik stayed that long, Ajef would lose a whole afternoon of business. He chose his next words carefully, trying to sound casual.

 

      “I have a special room for a man like you. Let me show you,” Ajef said, turning to lead the way.

 

      “A man like me?”

 

      The barely controlled fury in Verik’s low voice stopped the whorehouse owner in his tracks. The slaveboy on Verik’s lap looked up, afraid. He Verik pressed the boy’s face back to his chest; he liked the whore’s hot tongue licking his sweat.

 

       “I meant only a man who - ”

 

        “You’re the third man to insult me since I left prison this morning. I let the first two live,” Verik said, looking up at Ajef in the flickering light.

 

       Ajef said nothing. He’d seen that look in Verik’s eyes in the arena. Just before he slit a man’s throat.

 

       The slaveboy slid to the floor and knelt between Verik’s open legs, massaging his hard cock, kissing him softly through his trousers, pressing close, intoxicated with his scent.

 

       “You got something to say to me or can I pay for the whore?”

 

        “Be reasonable Verik,” Ajef said, desperate. “I’ll lose customers the moment men see you. I have to eat and feed my whores. I’m just a poor businessman.”

 

      “You’re a thief and a liar. At least you’re not a coward.”

 

       For a moment, Ajef was sure the gladiator would pull his sword and slice through his guts.

 

      “Show me the room,” Verik said, coming to his feet.

 

      He followed Ajef and the boy up narrow, twisting stone steps and down a low stone passage past dark wooden doors, deep into the rocky guts of the mountain behind the whorehouse. Ajef opened one of the doors, revealing a small room carved out of the wall. The inside was like a cave. A single torch hung on the rough walls, showing a high pile of fine, soft furs.

 

      “This is my best room,” Ajef said.

 

      Verik walked past him, pulling the slaveboy behind.

 

      “Here,” Verik said, reaching into the pouch at his waist. He paid for the whore.

 

      Ajef took the silver. “Nahji is my hottest bitch. Enjoy him,” he said and left, leaving Nahji in the doorway, watching the darkness swallow his Master.

 

      He turned to Verik, who was already naked in the furs, lying on his side. In the glowing torchlight, with his thick cock jutting up to his navel, his hard body, he looked like a merciless god, ready to demand sacrifice and suffering.

 

      “Lock the door and get over here slut.”  

 

      Nahji hurried to kneel in the furs beside Verik. Suddenly alone with the gladiator, Nahji couldn’t help but think of the hard feel of his cock when he sat on his lap. The boy prayed he would come in his mouth. But he didn’t think so. In the firelight, so close he felt his breath, he saw what a harsh man Verik was.  It wasn’t just the way he looked, it was the arrogant hardness in his eyes – the way he was sure no one would dare say no to him. He dropped his eyes to the furs.

 

       Verik ran his rough hands slowly over Nahji’s ivory skin, enjoying the feel of his young, slender body, so soft and afraid. Something about the boy begged a man to use him hard and hurt him bad.

 

      “Look at me whore,” Verik said.

 

      Nahji raised his eyes - light brown and full of helpless suffering that drove Verik crazy with dark lust.

 

      “Use me for your pleasure Sir,” the boy said.

 

      Looking into the slaveboy’s eyes, Verik knew even after he fucked the boy hard and made him scream, he would whimper at his feet, accepting his fate - serving the hard pleasures of wicked men.

 

      “I’ll please you any way you want Sir,” Nahji said, twisting his tunic in his trembling fingers. “Just please tell my Master you enjoyed me or he’ll punish me bad.”

 

      “How?”

 

       The boy turned around, taking off his tunic. His back was a criss cross of scars. Verik sat up – running his fingers over the scars with the thrill of a man touching priceless diamonds.

 

      “Your Master did that?”

 

       “If men don’t find me pleasing, my Master whips me while they watch,” the boy said, turning back to Verik. “Then he charges extra to rape my ass.”

 

       Verik ran his fingers down the whore’s back, looking into his eyes, feeling the scars that twisted through his soft flesh. A boy like him was meant to have scars like that. Something in his eyes drew brutal men to him; the kind who would take pleasure with him while he screamed. He was irresistibly drawn to the boy.  His pulse raced, his cock throbbed unbearably. A drop of liquid oozed from his swollen cock head.

 

      “You ready to get fucked good and hard bitch?”

 

      Nahji nodded, unable to take his eyes off Verik’s thick cock.

 

       “Good,” Verik said gently, caressing the boy’s soft face, feeling how his tender body trembled. “First I’m reaming your whore ass, then I’m telling your Master to whip you real hard. I’ll pay double to rape you after he scars you up.”

 

       “No, please,” Nahji said, crying. He grabbed Verik’s arm. “Anything you want. He likes to hurt me.” The boy’s pounding heart made his voice jagged with fear. “He uses me after those men leave.”

 

      “You’ll please me bitch?” Verik said, getting up.

 

      Nahji nodded frantically. “Anything you want Sir.”

 

      “Get on your knees for me whore.”

 

      Kneeling, looking up at Verik, Nahji felt like he was at the feet of a god. Verik’s swollen cock jutted out between his thick legs, sculpted with muscle. His flat belly was ridged and hard. Veins ran around his rigid cock. He had never wanted to suck cock so bad.

 

      Verik saw the hunger in the whore’s eyes.

 

      “You want my cock in your mouth bitch?”

 

      “Oh Gods, yes,” Nahji said. He couldn’t hide it. He was desperate to service him.

 

      Verik teased the whore, wiping his hard dick along the boy’s hungry lips.

 

      “I’m going to fuck your ass long and hard,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes.

 

      “I’ll take your cock Sir. I’ll please you,” Nahji said, licking the taste of Verik’s cock from his lips, unable to think of anything except how good his cock would feel pounding down his throat.

 

       “I love knowing what they did to you,” Verik said, looking at the thick gold ring pierced through the center of the boy’s cock shaft. “I wish I had been the one to pierce you and make you into a pleasure bitch.”

 

       The boy’s cheeks flushed red with shame.

 

       “You’re always hungry for cock, like a whore, aren’t you?”

 

      Verik pressed his hard dick against the boy’s smooth lips. Nahji opened his mouth wide, eyes closed, hot for his cock, ready to take his load.

 

      “Answer me boy,” Verik said, keeping his cock out of reach.

 

        “I don’t get hard anymore Sir. But I still have needs,” the boy said, breathless with desire; ashamed of his need. He hated knowing that he would never come again.

 

       Verik slapped the boy’s face hard. “Say it bitch. Tell me what you are.”

 

       “Look what he did to me,” the boy said, touching his limp cock. Tears slid down his cheeks. “I’m a serving whore. Men pay to use my ass. No matter how much they hurt me, I’m always desperate for more cock.” He looked up at his tormentor.  “All I get is pain from men like you.”

 

       The dull rage in the slaveboy’s eyes made Verik think how good the boy would look on all fours screaming when he took his ass.

 

       “That’s what you’re for slut. To give men like me pleasure with your screams.”

 

       Verik pulled the whore by his hair, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch.

 

      “Service me, you cock sucking bitch,” he said.

 

      The moment Nahji opened his mouth, Verik yanked his head back and shoved his cock deep down the boy’s throat.

 

       Before they pierced him, Nahji would have been rock hard servicing a man like Verik, with a big cock stretching his mouth. The boy knew he would rape him and make him scream. He still wanted his cock. He couldn’t help it.

 

       Verik fucked Nahji’s mouth hard and fast, looking down at the whore’s soft red lips stretched tight around his driving cock. Being inside the boy’s hot mouth, seeing him on his knees, afraid, drove him wild with lust.

 

      “Hot bitch mouth,” Verik said, throwing his head back, humping the boy’s face.

 

      The sound of his hips slamming into the whore was loud in the darkness of the quiet room. Verik held the boy’s hair tight, fucking his face in a wild, sadistic rhythm, pounding the back of the boy’s throat. In the orange light of the single torch, he towered over the slaveboy, pumping his hips in long, hard strokes.

 

      Nahji took his deep strokes, moaning, even though it hurt him. He wanted a load so bad he could taste it. The boy would have given anything for his cock to get hard so he could come with Verik’s load shooting down his throat.

 

      Verik gasped and moaned, feeling the hot tightness of the boy’s gagging throat spasm around his cock head.  It was so fucking hot to use the bitch and know he couldn’t come. He groaned, feeling his balls clench hard - he was about to shoot. He tried to pull out of the boy’s mouth, but Nahji pressed his mouth down onto his cock, aching to take his load. Verik slapped the whore, and pulled out of his mouth, breathing hard.

 

      “Think I’d waste a load in your mouth?”

 

      “Come in my mouth,” Nahji begged, licking Verik’s slick cock. “Please.”

 

      “No way bitch. You’re taking my load up your whore ass,” Verik said, pulling on the boy’s hair, forcing him to look up into his eyes.

 

       “And after I’m done making you scream, you’ll still be desperate for my cock.”

 

       Nahji looked down at his limp cock, ashamed; he knew Verik was right. Serving men was a nightmare of frustrated need.

 

       “I need to come,” Nahji shouted at Verik, his eyes afire with rage. “Gods. I can’t stand it. Always aching. No release. I hate him.”

 

       Verik laughed. “Why should you come like a man? Get up there.”

 

       He threw the boy to the furs and lay on top of him, looking down into his eyes, rubbing his hardness against the boy’s useless cock.

 

       Nahji’s legs fell open; he rubbed himself against Verik’s hard cock.

 

       “See what a serving slut you are?” Verik said.

 

       He kissed the side of the boy’s neck softly, whispering into his ear.

 

       “You want my cock even if you know it’ll hurt. You want to feel me tearing into your tight little hole, don’t you bitch?”

 

       Verik slid his hot tongue across the boy’s hard nipples. Nahji cried out in pleasure, bucking against Verik’s hard body.

 

       “You need my cock inside you boy,” Verik said, licking the slaveboy’s nipples one after the other until the boy arched his back, pressing against Verik, tossing his head back and forth.

 

       “Yes. I want it,” Nahji said. He couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock.”

 

       “Even if you can't come?”

 

       Verik wet his finger, playing with the boy’s hole while he licked his nipples.

 

       “Yes,” Nahji said. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

 

       “Look at that, you desperate whore.”

 

       Verik rolled onto the furs, grabbing the boy around his waist so he was on his side with his ass pressed up against his hard cock.

 

       Verik grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled his head back.

 

      “You know what I’ll be thinking when I fuck your bitch ass?” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

      Nahji moaned at the feel of Verik’s hot tongue on his neck.

 

      “I’ll be thinking how you’re a serving slut, how you’ll never come,” he said. “This is all you’re good for now.”

 

      He reached between the boy’s legs and grabbed his balls, pinching the soft tender flesh until the boy screamed and writhed in his grip. Verik moaned in pleasure. The thrill of the boy’s cries of pain as he tortured his balls viciously was nearly unbearable.

 

      “You scream so good boy,” Verik whispered into the boy whore’s ear.

 

       He dug his fingers deep into the boy’s balls, twisting, squeezing, looking into Nahji’s face, twisted into a mask of agony. He ran his hand over the boy’s luscious young flesh, loving the feel of the whore trembling against him.

 

      “Is that bitch hole all sewn up for me?” he said into the boy’s ear.

 

      Nahji gasped for breath in his arms. His pain wracked balls made his body tremble all over; hysterical tears choked his words.

 

      “He had the temple sew my ass last summer,” the boy managed through his tears.

 

      Men who owned whores had their asses tightened up so they gave men more pleasure and brought in more silver. It was agony for a cut slaveboy to have a man in his tight ass.

 

      “What about your pleasure bead,” Verik said. “You feel anything up your whore ass?” He hated fucking a bitch who felt pleasure up his ass. It wasn’t decent.

 

      The boy shook his head. “No. My Master took my pleasure. I only feel pain when men use me.”

 

      Verik pushed the boy onto his back and lay on top of him, looking down into his suffering eyes.

 

      “You want my cock bitch?” he said, pressing his thick cock against the boy’s hole.

 

      “No, please don’t – it hurts,” the boy said in a sudden panic.

 

      Verik laughed and put the boy’s legs up on his shoulders, opening the whore’s ass to him. The sight of the boy’s tight, pink pleasure hole in the glowing firelight made Verik wild  - he ached to tear into him and make him scream. He slid his finger into the boy’s mouth, and made him lick it.

 

      “Your fuck hole is good and tight boy, like a bitch should be,” Verik said, pressing his wet finger against the boy’s impossibly tight hole.

 

      “Oh fuck,” Verik said when he felt the hot tightness inside the boy. “I’m going to rape this whore hole so hard, boy.”

 

      Verik guided his cock to the boy’s hole and leaned over the bitch, pinning his arms to the furs. The whore panicked the moment he felt Verik’s thick cock pressing against his tight hole.

 

      “No! Don’t,” Nahji said, in an ecstasy of fear. “It hurts so bad up my ass. Please.”

 

      Verik was relentless. “Take it like a real desperate serving slut. Work your ass onto my cock,” he said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, wild with terror.

 

      Nahji hesitated. Every inch would be a small agony. He couldn’t bring himself to obey. He just couldn’t.

 

      “Do it bitch,” Verik said, inches from Nahji’s face in the shadowy firelight. “Or I won’t wait for your Master. I’ll carve your pretty little face to pieces and pay him to buy another whore.”

 

       The boy knew he’d hurt him bad if he disobeyed. He Nahji pressed his ass against Verik, working his tight hole onto his cock, moaning, gasping in pain.

 

      Verik looked down into the slaveboy’s eyes, feeling how the whore’s hole resisted him, seeing how he suffered, pushing his trembling ass against his hard cock, whimpering, afraid.

 

       “Your hole is fucking tight.”

 

       “Oh Gods, it hurts - please! -” the boy screamed.

 

       “Shut the fuck up and take my cock bitch.”

 

       At last, the head of his cock entered the boy’s incredibly tight, hot hole. The slaveboy’s whimpering and begging drove Verik crazy.

 

      He grabbed the boy’s ass and rammed his cock deep into the whore’s deliciously tight hole. Nahji screamed, struggling, begging for mercy. The boy cried in a frenzy of tears, gasping for air, trembling against him.

 

      Verik used the boy’s ass brutally, fucking hard into him. The whore’s quivering ass grabbed his cock tight, massaging his thick meat on every driving stroke; Verik moaned and gasped in pleasure.

 

       He leaned close, looking straight down into Nahji’s tormented eyes.  Pain looked so good on the boy. He looked beautiful -  whimpering, crying, so full of suffering; he wished he could save this moment forever.

 

      “Fucking hot whore hole,” Verik said, groaning with every stroke. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight the bitch felt. The boy’s hole was incredibly sweet.

 

      “See how I use you bitch? And after I’m done, you’ll still be hungry for cock,” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

      Verik showed him no mercy. He used the boy hard, coming nearly all the way out of his hot hole, then slamming back into him.

 

      “This is nothing,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, stroking into his tight ass. “Wait ‘til I mount you like a bitch on all fours and rape you.” He kissed the boy’s neck, licking his soft, tender flesh.  “I’m going to make you suffer boy,” he whispered into the whore’s ear.

 

      Nahji cried pitifully, screaming when he rammed the boy’s tender hole again and again. Verik fucked the boy in a hot rhythm, turning the whore’s ass red with his savage strokes, until he finally pulled out of him.

 

      “Get on all fours boy. I’m going to mount you like the serving bitch you are.”

 

      Nahji put his sore ass up, whimpering, begging – but Verik paid no mind to the boy. He grabbed his hips and mounted him from behind, driving his cock deep into the boy’s abused hole. Sweat slid down Verik’s chest as he fucked the boy’s hot hole with in a wild animal fury.

 

      Verik pushed the struggling boy to the furs, laying on top of him, kissing the scars on his back while he fucked his pleasure hole. He loved the feel of the boy’s hot hole pulsing around his throbbing cock meat. The sight of the boy’s abused back drove Verik crazy. He plunged faster and faster into his ass, running his fingers over the scars, the boy’s cries for mercy echoing in his ears.

 

      “You fucking serving bitch. Say it boy. Tell me how you’ll never come.”

 

      Nahji said it again and again, driving Verik mad with savage lust. He truly fucked the boy whore in a frenzy, driving his hips into him so hard the boy’s whole body shook. Verik grunted and moaned, panting hard, his eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in his hard body stood out in the orange firelight. Sweat ran down his back. His hips pumped hard.

 

      “Take my load you fucking whore,” he said in strangled voice and drilled into the boy, going suddenly rigid, moaning as his cock exploded and shot load after load of hot come up the boy whore’s ass.

 

      He collapsed on his back beside the crying boy, breathing hard.

 

      “Please don’t tell my Master I didn’t please you. I obeyed,” the boy said. His trembling voice squeaked on the ragged edge of hysteria.

 

      Verik looked at the crying boy. Sometimes he couldn’t stand the sight of his own face in the mirror.

 

      “I won’t boy,” he said softly, caressing the boy’s arm.

 

      The slaveboy pulled away from his touch. Verik was used to it. He looked up into the darkness, waiting for the whore’s tears to stop.

 

      “You won’t Sir?” the boy said, turning to Verik.

 

      “No.”

 

      “Thank you Sir,” Nahji said, falling on Verik’s chest, crying softly, resting against him, looking up into his face.

 

      He looked down at the whore resting on him, pushed his hair back from his tear-streaked face; even now the boy had the look of helpless suffering that had nearly driven Verik mad. He had to own this boy.

 

      “I’m buying you boy.”

 

      The whore tried to get up, but Verik pushed him down, made him lay on his chest. He stroked the boy’s face gently.

 

       “I thought I wanted a virgin. I was wrong. I want a boy like you.”

 

      “My Master’s whores aren’t for sale Sir,” the boy said.

 

      “Your Master’s right arm would be for sale if he could make a profit.”

 

      Verik suddenly sat up, pushing the boy aside. He grabbed his sword from the floor. He’d heard something at the door. He was sure of it. He looked around the small room.

 

      “Get over there in the corner,” Verik said, motioning with his sword.

 

      “Sir, what’s - ”

 

      Verik slapped the boy’s face. “Do it. Now. Keep quiet,” he said in a low whisper.

 

      A loud knock on the door boomed in the small room.

 

      “Open up,” a man’s voice said.

 

      “I’m using a bitch,” Verik said, putting his sword down long enough to pull on his trousers. “Leave me alone.”

 

      “Open the door gladiator scum.”

 

      The door shook in its frame two, three times. Nahji cowered in the corner.

 

      Verik opened the door, his sword in hand. Two soldiers pushed into the room, their swords drawn. A third man came in behind them – Khaliz – he should have known.

 

      “Get his sword,” he said to the soldier closest to Verik.

 

      The soldier hesitated. Like all men in Nequir, he’d cheered on the gladiator in the arena.

 

      “Give me your sword,” he said with more authority than he felt.

 

      Verik dropped it at his feet and spit on the ground.

 

      “I’ve done nothing,” he said to Khaliz, head of the militia in Nequir.

 

      “That’s not true Verik. You’ve made loads of gold for our little mining town. Men come from all over to see you fight.”

 

      He walked past Verik and sat on the furs, a bulky bearded man with narrow, harsh eyes. “Now that you’re a free man, we stand to lose a lot of gold.”

 

      “I told you when you let me go, I’m not signing on again.”

 

      “I know. That was a pity. I had to kill a man because of you. A poor cloth merchant.”

 

      Khaliz smiled, looking more crooked than a coiled snake.

 

      “He was an innocent man. He had nothing to do with me.”

 

      “You argued with him at his stall. There were witnesses.”

 

      “I left him in good health,” Verik said.

 

      “Three witnesses will testify they saw you come back and go into the man’s house. He was found a little while ago with his throat slit from ear to ear. That was your favorite way to dispatch men wasn’t it?”

 

      “You fucking scum,” Verik said, heading for Khaliz. The two soldiers crossed their swords in front of him, stopping him.

 

      “You should have signed on again. You would have been a free man. All the bitch ass you wanted, gold, fame. You’re a fool,” Khaliz said.

 

      “I’m not fucking going back. I’ll die first,” Verik said, knocking the swords away.

 

       His talk was distraction. In his mind, all three men became targets. He could take all of them. He’d worry about getting out of the whorehouse later.

 

      At a nod from their commander, the soldiers lowered their swords. That surprised Verik.

 

      “Get the bitch,” Khaliz said.

 

      A soldier dragged the boy out of his corner and threw him at the commander’s feet. Khaliz pulled the frightened boy by his hair and pressed a dagger to his throat.

 

      “Please Sir. I’m nothing. Just a slaveboy.”

 

      “Shut up bitch,” Khaliz said, looking at Verik.

 

       He pressed the point of the knife closer to the boy’s throat, drawing a drop of blood.

 

Nahji cried out. “Don’t kill me - please.”

 

       “Your word that you’ll come with us or I’ll slit the whore’s throat,” Khaliz said.

 

      Verik had to get the boy clear before he could do anything.

 

      “Let him go. I’ll come with you.”

 

        Khaliz let the boy collapse to the floor. Nahji ran to the only safety in the room – Verik – and collapsed against him. He pushed the boy behind him, wishing he’d strapped on his short sword.           

 

      Seven men came running into the room, all big, hard men, their swords drawn. Ajef was one of them.

 

      “Get the fuck out of my whorehouse Khaliz,” he said.

 

      “This man is under arrest,” Khaliz said. “I’ll shut you down for standing in the way of the law.”

 

      “The law doesn’t say you can arrest a man inside my whorehouse. You think the Town Council will be happy you ruined my business? No business, no taxes – no gold in their pockets. Get out. I’ll send him outside.”

 

      Ajef was right. The Town Council wouldn’t be pleased. The taxes on Ajef’s back room gambling had made men on the Council rich.

 

      “You better send him out,” Khaliz said, leaving, motioning his men to come with him.

 

      “I have no use for gladiator scum,” Ajef called after him. “Get dressed,” he said, turning to Verik.

 

      “I’m not going back to the arena,” he said.

 

      “I’m not sending you back. Khaliz is scum. You served your time. Hurry up.”

 

       “Why are you helping me?” Verik said, fully dressed, his sword in hand.

 

      “Because the only difference between you and me is that you got caught.”

 

      It was a fair answer. “I want the bitch,” Verik said.

 

      “What?” Ajef said, standing in the doorway, looking down the hallway.

 

      “I want him,” Verik said, pointing to the boy sitting on the edge of the furs. “Here.” He gave Ajef ten fifty token gold pieces.

 

      “He’s yours,” Ajef said, hefting the weight of the gold in his hand.

 

      The boy ran to kneel at Ajef’s feet. “No. Let me stay Sir. I make you a lot of gold,” he said. Nahji grabbed his trousers, pleading. “Don’t sell me to him Sir. He’s a monster.”

 

      “Watch what you say about your new Master boy,” Ajef said, pocketing the gold pieces.

 

      Verik grabbed the boy. “Let’s go.”

 

      Nahji struggled with him, trying to twist out of his grip.

 

      “Stop it,” Verik said, annoyed. “Don’t make me hurt you. You’re mine now. Obey me and I won’t put anymore scars on your back.”

 

       Nahji stopped fighting and looked up at him. “You promise?”

 

       “Obey me and I won’t whip you like that. Don’t piss me off boy. You’ll be sorry. I promise.”

 

       Looking up into his dark eyes, Nahji knew that, for good or bad, Verik would keep his word. He let the gladiator take his hand and followed after him.

 

      In the whorehouse, at a signal from Ajef, two men went out to distract the soldiers. Within moments, they were fighting with each other outside the whorehouse, brawling on the ground. A crowd of shouting men gathered, blocking the view of Khaliz and his soldiers.

 

      Ajef led Verik and the boy through the whorehouse to a crammed storage room. He pushed an empty wooden crate over and stepped through the door that opened in the stone wall. Verik and Nahji followed into the darkness beyond.

 

      Ajef grabbed the two torches mounted on the wall, giving one to Verik.

 

      “This way,” Ajef said.

 

      Verik followed close, keeping the boy near.

 

      “Where are we?” Verik said.

 

      “Inside the mountain behind the whorehouse. No one knows how old these tunnels are,” Ajef said, peering into the darkness.

 

      They came to a turn in the tunnel and Ajef stopped. A river of water ran by.

 

      “Follow the water. It leads all the way out to the docks. You can get a boat there.”

 

      “What about Khaliz?”

 

      “Let me handle him. Safe journey,” Ajef said and turned back the way he had come.

 

       Verik and the boy walked into the deep darkness, following the river. The farther they walked, the hotter it was. They walked endlessly, sloshing through the warm water, surrounded by darkness. Verik pulled the boy on, thinking of how they’d get out of town.

 

       Up ahead a smudge of light surfaced in the liquid darkness; Verik smelled the sea. He pulled his sword, not knowing what to expect outside.

 

       They emerged into a dark, deserted alley. Night had fallen. He put his sword away; his black mark was bad enough. Nahji watched Verik rub dirt on his face, trying to make the mark look like just another smudge. No one would take caijeen on their boat.

 

       They walked down the narrow alleyway and came out on the busy docks. Verik chose a small ship and asked around for the captain.

 

       “Where you headed?” the man said, looking Verik up and down.

 

       “Emyhr. You going that way?”

 

       “I’m going to the island. You got to make your own way to the town.”

 

       “How much?”

 

       “Twenty five gold for you and the boy.”

 

       “No,” Verik said, turning to go.

 

       “How many men you think will take caijeen on their boat?” the captain said. “The patrols been here. You got a price on your head.”

 

       Verik turned on him, not sure what the man wanted.

 

       “That dirt don’t fool me,” the captain said. “Twenty five gold or swim. No one will take you.”

 

       “Why don’t you turn me in?”

 

       “To that Khaliz scum? Everyone knows you didn’t kill that merchant. You always fought with honor. I’ll take you. It ain’t none of their business what a man does when he’s served his time.”

 

       “You have my thanks,” Verik said.

 

       “I’ll take your gold instead,” the captain said.

 

       Verik counted out the gold and gave it to him. The captain let them on board and left to go finish loading his ship.

 

       Soon, the ship got underway. Verik sat down and pulled the boy between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Nahji, looking out over the dark water.

 

       Verik had heard about Naj Roh in prison. His mark wouldn’t matter there. They forgave everyone, as long as they obeyed The Ways of the temple.

 

       “We’re going to Naj Roh Sir?” Nahji said.

 

       “You’ll like it there boy. It’s a holy town.”

 

       Nahji knew about Naj Roh. No slaveboy wanted to end up there, where the

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

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Purgatory Games, Part Two

 

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Mark James

 

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       JT crept through the liquid darkness. Every muscle in his body stood out as he moved through the firelight of the torches. His oiled body glowed softly in the orange, flickering light. Up ahead, he heard the low growl of an animal. Fear slithered down his spine, spreading through him with cold fingers.

 

       Every corner JT turned held the promise of danger. The low animal growl echoed, bouncing off the walls, making it impossible to know where the sound was coming from.

 

       All around him JT heard the sound of murmuring men. Only the richest of the rich could afford seats to watch The Maze in person. JT knew that millions of people were glued to their televisions across the country and around the world, watching The Maze, the Super bowl of the Gladiator Games.

 

       JT already battled past the three other gladiators in the maze. All he had to do was find his way out and he’d be this year’s championship winner. The cat growled again in the darkness up ahead. The audience held its breath. From their vantage point above the maze, they saw both JT and the wild cat that was supposed to be drugged, for show only.

 

       JT knew better. He turned the corner, realizing too late that the wild scent of the cat was suddenly all around him. Up ahead, not two feet away JT saw the feral gleam of yellow eyes. In a massive leap of sleek muscle and deadly claws, the Black Panther launched itself at him.

 

       JT covered his face, backed away, and tripped over his own feet. Suddenly the hot flesh of the animal knocked him over and a loud buzzer was going off insistently, blending with the roar of the crowd.

 

       JT shot up in his bed so fast he nearly hit his head on the top bunk. He wrestled free of the thin grey blanket wrapped around him in a tangle. The morning buzzer that woke the prisoners bleated again, filling the morning with ugly sound.

 

       Kyle, who was reaching for his jeans, looked back at JT.

 

       “You ok? You were mumbling and moaning,” Kyle said.

 

       “Yeah?” JT said. “Come here baby.”

 

       Kyle thought JT would push him to his knees between his legs like he did some mornings. But JT pulled him into bed with him, and wrapped his big arms around Kyle. He ran his hands slowly up and down Kyle’s ass, pressing a finger gently into the crack of Kyle’s ass. Kyle pushed back against him.

 

       “You’re a good bitch,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear, trailing his calloused fingers through Kyle’s silky brown hair.

 

       Kyle twisted around in JT’s big arms so he was facing JT. The boy ran his hands gently over JT’s hard muscled chest. His skin was dark and smooth as black velvet.

 

       “What’s wrong?” Kyle said.

 

       “What do you mean boy?”

 

       “I don’t know. You always have this worried look on your face,” Kyle said.

 

       “We ain’t exactly at Club Med,” JT said, pushing Kyle to the wall and getting up.

 

       “But how come - ”

 

       “Get dressed,” JT said, turning his back on Kyle.

 

       Kyle sat up on the edge of the bed. “But why are you so - ”

 

      JT turned back to Kyle and grabbed Kyle’s hair, pulling his head back roughly. “Learn to do what I say, boy,” JT said quietly, and let go.

 

       “Sorry,” Kyle said, dropping it. He didn’t want JT pissed off first thing in the morning.

 

      

 

 

 ii.

 

      Kyle liked the cool shadows of the prison library. Up here on the second floor, shelving books, he was in his own world. He thought back on the two months that had gone by since JT and Tyrone had dueled over him. Kyle knew that the fight had upset some delicate balance.

 

       Before Kyle, there had been an uneasy peace between JT and Tyrone. Calvin had told him that much. Now, JT and Tyrone weren’t exactly enemies. They were more like hostile Kings, each with their own territories. From the little Calvin would tell him, Kyle understood that as long as JT and Tyrone stayed out of each other’s turf, there wouldn’t be trouble.

 

       JT talked to Kyle about nearly anything, except that. The one time that Kyle had pressed him on it, JT had slapped him hard and threatened to belt him. Kyle knew it was a forbidden topic. That’s why he’d let it go this morning. When Kyle asked Calvin about it, he refused to answer any of Kyle’s questions. Which left Kyle wondering. What was the big secret in Purgatory?

 

      Kyle grabbed his pack of smokes from a shelf and headed for the door on this floor. He wouldn’t smoke in the stacks. Bad for the books. Kyle used an old volume of Aquinas to prop the door open. It was quiet in this part of the prison. The library was separated from the main buildings. Kyle smoked, leaning against the cinderblock wall, thinking about all the things JT wouldn’t tell him.

 

      The screams penetrated Kyle’s thoughts with the clarity of a cold stiletto to his heart. They stopped for a moment, then started again. Kyle knew where they were coming from. The basement. JT took him down there to fuck him sometimes. When Kyle asked about the screams, JT told him to shut up and close his ears.

 

       The screams came again and this time Kyle noticed the metal grill in the floor next to his feet. There must be a stairway to the basement nearby. This was his chance to find out what the hell went on down there.

 

      Kyle didn’t have to go far to find the heavy iron door that led to stone stairs. He looked back at the door to the library. The door was still propped open, letting a narrow shaft of light escape. JT had warned Kyle about going down there alone.

 

       JT would never know.  Kyle would be right back. He just wanted a quick look.

 

      Kyle swung the heavy door open and closed it behind him. Mr. Derron, one of the prison guards, came around the corner just in time to see Kyle disappearing through the iron door. He thought it was strange the boy would go down there by himself, but he shrugged it off. Maybe he was meeting JT for a quick fuck.

 

      Kyle followed the steps that twisted down a narrow stone throat, until he came to another door that stood open. The screams echoed again, much louder down here, making Kyle realize that more than one person was screaming. The sounds were coming from different places. Kyle looked back at the door behind him at the top of the stairs and nearly went back up.

 

      Suddenly the screams came again from his left, a narrow pause, then they came from his right. Unmindful of the old saying about curiosity and the cat, Kyle shrugged, and went left.

 

       Naked yellow bulbs barely shed enough light for Kyle to see the black stone walls surrounding him. The darkness was alive with the sound of heavy wheels of some kind rolling along the uneven cobblestone floor. What the hell? Supplies were delivered up in the main prison.

 

       Kyle passed a big stone room brightly lit where men, big and muscled like gladiators worked shirtless, their hard bodies dripping with sweat, lifting big boxes, stacking them onto carts that were labeled with city names like “New York”, “Port Huron”, “Los Angeles”. Other men rolled the carts away, making the noises Kyle had heard earlier. Kyle drew a little closer, hidden in the dark shadows of the arched doorway. His jaw just about dropped when he saw what filled the boxes on the ground, waiting to be sealed up and loaded onto carts.

 

       Last time Kyle had been in a store, ugly bruised apples the size of his fist had sold for eight dollars a pound. Other fruit, like oranges, were downright impossible to get.

 

       The boxes in the room were filled to overflowing with a fortune worth of oranges, apples, grapes, tangerines and one the most expensive black market item, white sugar. Other boxes were loaded with chocolate bars and pastries. Those boxes of chocolate alone were worth their weight in gold. Nobody could afford the price of chocolate with the war on. And there was hardly any sugar around anywhere. Kyle couldn’t believe his eyes. What the hell was going on in Purgatory?

 

      The screams came again, startling Kyle. He’d nearly forgotten what brought him down here. He knew he’d been gone from the library too long. Seeing all that black market shit had soured his curiosity. Whatever was going on down here, he didn’t need to know about it.

 

       Kyle turned to go back the way he had come, but the heavy sound of a rumbling cart heading his way stopped him dead in his tracks. He waited for the right moment, then darted across the wide doorway, stopping on the other side and looking back to make sure no one had seen him.

 

       He walked down the dark corridor, away from the door that led back up to the library. Men with carts were heading that way with their cargo.

 

       The screams came again, surprisingly close this time, bringing Kyle up short. He didn’t care who was screaming anymore. He had to get back to the library. If JT found out Kyle had come down here alone, he’d be the one screaming.

 

       He needed to get back upstairs. Kyle followed the narrow twisting corridors, searching for a door that led to a stairway, but all he passed were solid brick walls unbroken by doorways of any kind.

 

       Kyle rounded a hairpin twist in the stone corridor and suddenly he knew who was screaming and why. He didn’t want to know, but it was too late for that, wasn’t it?

 

       The corridor ended in a wall. The screamer was pinned to the stone wall by a black man, who Kyle thought he’d seen in the yard training with the gladiators. The screamer was a boy about Kyle’s age. His jeans lay on the floor in shreds. The man holding him against the wall was fucking the boy’s ass hard.

 

       “Yeah bitch,” the man said, pumping into the boy’s ass. “That’s it scream for us.”

 

       “Fuck that bitch,” the other man said. “Fuck his little ass real hard.”

 

       Shit. Kyle knew he would be in real trouble if the men turned and saw him. As quietly as he could, he backed away, praying. If they turned around, there was nowhere to hide. Only the turn in the corridor would hide Kyle from them. Kyle was so focused on the men in front of him that he didn’t think to look behind him.

 

       “Who the fuck are you boy?” a deep voice said behind Kyle.

 

       Kyle whirled around, his heart knocking in his chest. He was trapped between the two men in front of him and the man behind him. Kyle tried to inch past the man, but the man’s hand shot out and grabbed Kyle’s thin t-shirt.

 

       “Where you going bitch?” the man said.

 

       The man who’d been watching his friend fuck the boy, turned around.

 

       “You brought us another bitch, Desmond?” he said.

 

       “I found him,” Desmond said, pulling Kyle’s shirt harder.

 

       The boy’s screams surrounded Kyle, making him wish he’d never left the fucking library. He was in real deep shit here.

 

       Kyle said what JT had told him to say if this ever happened to him. “I’m JT’s bitch,” he said.

 

       The men looked at each other. For a moment, blind hope leapt in Kyle. He’d count himself lucky to get out of this with a hard belting from JT.

 

       “Yeah?” Desmond said. “Well this is Tyrone’s turf boy. That means you’re our bitch.”

 

        Oh fuck. Kyle tried to twist away, praying to every saint he knew. His shirt ripped, leaving a ragged hole across the top, and Kyle was free. He hauled ass down the dark corridor, hearing the men hard on his heels.

 

       Endless dark stone walls flashed by. Kyle followed anonymous twists and turns in the darkness, becoming hopelessly lost. At every turn, he heard the men behind him. Finally, he came to a deserted cell, and dodged in there. He watched the men run by.

 

       Kyle leaned over on his knees, breathing hard. How the fuck would he get out of here? He leaned back against the wall, wishing he’d paid more attention in church. Holy Mary, Mother of God, hear us now in our hour of need. Is that how it went?

 

       Too late, Kyle heard the men coming back. They were only feet away from the cell by the time Kyle realized they’d crept back in near silence. Shit. Now what? He’d never make it past them.

 

       “Hey,” he heard a voice say. “Here’s the bitch.”

 

       The three men came into the cell, closing a tight half circle around Kyle. With his back pressed against the wall and the three men between him and the only door, one thought pounded through Kyle’s mind over and over with terrifying clarity – I’m fucked. Oh God, I’m fucked.

 

       A loud scream echoed down the deserted stone corridor. The three men facing Kyle acted as if they heard nothing.

 

      “What you doing down here?” the man closest to Kyle said.

 

      No excuse, Kyle thought, just stupid. “I heard screaming,” he said

 

      High pitched screams of torment twisted wildly through the darkness again, completely unnerving Kyle.

 

      “Screaming?” the man in front of Kyle said. “I don’t hear nothing. You hear something Desmond?”

 

      Desmond was dark as midnight with muscles so hard he looked like stone come to life. He shrugged his big shoulders, the movement of a giant.

 

      “All I hear is a bitch getting fucked,” Desmond said, looking into Kyle’s terrified eyes and rubbing his bulging crotch.

 

      “Yeah,” the man on Kyle’s right said. “Sounds like some bitch’s gettin’ it up the ass. Real hard.”

 

      Desmond hooked a giant finger into Kyle’s jeans and pulled hard. The worn denim ripped with a loud, ugly sound.

 

 

 

 

 iii.

 

       Very few people knew that the Church was the only incorporated religious organization in the world. Every church was actually a corporation, as in, ‘St. Mark the Martyr, Incorporated.’ With elections suspended because of the state of emergency caused by the wars, a religious zealot had sat in the White House for the last ten years.

 

       During that time, prisons had become the private property of the Church. Through their corporate arm, the Church had bought up and privatized every prison in the country. Reforming wayward souls was a very profitable business.

 

       They worked closely with Homeland Security to make sure there were enough televised whippings bringing men back to God to feed the masses all the electronic heroin they needed. The prisoner gladiator games was the most brutal reality television ever produced. And it was the biggest seller with the highest ratings in history.

 

       Father Matthew stood at the window of his office. The stone chamber was small and narrow, with a high ceiling. A small window let in a thick bar of yellow sunlight. He was waiting for JT. Before the Monastic Reform Law, Father Confessor Matthew would have been called Warden Matthew.

 

       JT was Purgatory’s biggest money maker. He fought like an animal, the public loved him and most important, JT’s finely honed fighting skills lined Matthew’s deep pockets with gold. But as lucrative as the games were, the black market was the real money maker in a country at war where supplies ran scarce.

 

       Until two months ago, JT had been uncontrollable. Jimmy, the last boy Matthew put in  JT’s cell had been a miserable failure. Kyle was another story. His considerable spy network told him that JT was head over heels for Kyle.

 

       Matthew knew all about the dark game between JT and Tyrone. A duel between two men over a boy wasn’t unusual. The strange thing about the game was the way it ended. From everything Matthew had been told, JT barely stopped himself from killing Tyrone. Excellent. JT’s days of running wild and ignoring Matthew’s offers of better things were over.

 

       History tells us that many men refused to sell their souls to the devil. The most famous man who refused died on a cross for his mistake. JT was about to learn that every man’s soul had a price. Fortunately for JT, Matthew, Father Confessor of Purgatory Prison, was an excellent teacher in matters of the soul.

 

       Matthew heard the door open behind him.

 

       “Undo his cuffs,” Matthew said without turning around.

 

      “But Sir, I’m not supposed to - ”

 

      “Mr. Remello?” Matthew said in a low voice.

 

      “Sir?”

 

      Matthew turned from the window and looked the guard in the eye. “Why do you insist on speaking when you have nothing to say? Undo his cuffs. Now.”

 

      The guard uncuffed JT, being rougher than he had to be.

 

      Matthew waved lazily. “That’s all Mr. Remello. In the unlikely event that I think of something useful for you to do, I’ll call for you.”

 

      Preston Remello flushed bright red. He wasn’t used to men talking to him like that.

 

He stalked out of the room.

 

       Matthew looked at JT across his small desk. Even though JT stood three or four inches taller and Matthew knew the gladiator could pick him up and throw him across the room without breaking a sweat, he smiled into JT’s hard eyes.

 

      Matthew took a red apple from a basket of fresh fruit on his desk. In an age where every migrant worker was overseas fighting America’s wars, fresh fruit had become as impossible to find as diamonds lying in a field and nearly as expensive.

 

       “I hear you’re enjoying your new bitch,” Matthew said.

 

      JT said nothing. Even though JT didn’t know it, the gladiator’s silence had always infuriated Matthew. But those sad days were over.

 

      “Temptation has always been the downfall of mankind,” Matthew said, holding up the red apple to the light streaming through the small window.

 

      “You know the story of Adam and Eve?” Matthew said, looking up at JT.

 

      “I heard it before,” JT said shortly.

 

Matthew was unbothered by the hard look in JT’s eyes.

 

       “God was generous to Adam and Eve. He gave them everything,” Matthew said. “Except one tree. If they hadn’t fucked it up and taken a bite of that apple, we’d all be in Paradise right now.”

 

       JT looked at Matthew the way a man looks at a poisonous snake that’s too close for comfort.

 

      “Care for an apple, JT?”

 

      JT shook his head. “I ain’t hungry.”

 

      “Of course not,” Matthew said, setting the apple on his desk. “But some fruit is just too good to resist, isn’t it?”

 

      Matthew turned back to the window. His office was in the east tower, overlooking the yard where the gladiators trained. Men were down there now, sweating in the early morning sun.

 

      “Is Kyle a good boy?” Matthew said, looking out the window.

 

      “He’s a good bitch,” JT said, staring at Matthew’s back.

 

      “You know why Eve took the apple from the serpent?” Matthew said without turning around.

 

      “No,” JT said, looking around at the ancient cinderblock walls. He crossed his thick arms over his wide chest. “Why?”

 

      “Pride,” Matthew said. “She thought she knew better than God.”

 

      “You want something from me Mr. Matthew?” JT said.

 

      Matthew whirled from the window. “It’s Father,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

 

      “Right,” JT said, making no attempt to hide the mockery in his eyes. “I forgot. You’re a real religious man.”

 

      “That’s right, JT. I’m a man of the cloth,” Matthew said, recovering his composure. He smoothed his black frock coat, pushed back the wisp of hair that had fallen across his face.

 

       Matthew’s voice went back to the smooth tones of a benign teacher. “In many ways Purgatory is my Garden of Eden. I decide who’s rewarded for virtue and who will be punished for their sins.”

 

       “What sins?” JT said. “Ain’t we all sinned in here? That’s why we’re here right?”

 

       JT looked around the small room. His eagerness to be far from the strange look in Matthew’s cold eyes was written all over his dark face.

 

      “Tyrone’s been slipping in the games lately. I thought a little reward would inspire him to try harder. But when you won the Statewide Championship, I decided that you deserved a hot little virgin bitch,” Matthew said. “So when Kyle was assigned to us for redemption, I gave him to you.”

 

       Matthew sat in the high backed leather chair behind his desk, looking up at JT. He picked up the apple and took a bite.

 

       “I’ve given you a delicious fruit, JT,” Matthew said. “When the time comes, I’ll ask for something in return for what I’ve given you. Do we understand each other?”

 

      JT nodded, feeling like a man caught up in the middle of a whirlwind. He hated this man. He would have gladly served another life sentence for the sheer pleasure of killing Matthew.

 

      “Good, excellent,” Matthew said, breaking into a smile that had all the warmth of a grinning skull. Matthew raised his voice and called for Remello.

 

 

 

 

iv.

 

       “Hey boy. Where the fuck you been? JT’s looking for you.”

 

      Kyle nearly fainted with relief at the sound of Calvin’s voice. The men turned, opening a hole between their bulky bodies.

 

      Calvin was as big as the men there. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt that stretched tightly across his heavily muscled chest. His arms were thick slabs of deadly muscle. His face was deadly serious and his hands hung loose by his sides. He looked like hell’s advance scout, scooping up souls for the Devil. The way he stood in the doorway, his body tense and ready to move at a second’s notice, told the men all they needed to know.

 

      “Get over bitch,” Calvin said, ignoring the way the men were glaring at him. “You know JT don’t like it when you keep him waiting.”

 

      Kyle didn’t hesitate. He darted through the hole that had opened when Calvin walked in. As soon as he was close enough Calvin grabbed Kyle’s arm and pushed the boy behind him.

 

      “Go on,” Calvin said, not taking his eyes off the men. “He’s waiting for you.”

 

      Calvin shoved Kyle roughly toward the open door. The whole thing had happened so fast that the men had been silent and unmoving. Until now.

 

      Desmond took a step toward Calvin and said, “Hey Calvin. Tell JT not to let his bitch go wandering around. It’s dangerous.”

 

      “Tell him yourself,” Calvin said and grabbed Kyle’s arm, pulling him back through the open door.

 

      Calvin walked fast, without running, pulling Kyle along. They turned a corner and Calvin stopped so suddenly that Kyle ran into him. Calvin shoved Kyle to the wall and peeked around the corner, looking back the way they’d come. Nothing. Good.

 

      He turned to Kyle. “Next time I tell you to go, get the fuck gone.”

 

      “I didn’t know my way out,” Kyle said in a quiet voice.

 

      Calvin ran a shaky hand across his forehead and wiped away sweat. He gave Kyle a stupefied look of utter puzzlement.

 

      “What the fuck you doing down here boy?”

 

      “I heard screaming,” Kyle said, feeling lost and afraid.

 

      “Shit,” Calvin said, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”

 

      “Why didn’t JT come?” Kyle said.

 

      Calvin looked back at Kyle as though the boy had turned incredibly stupid.

 

       “Boy sometimes you just dumb as a stone boat. If JT came down here into Tyrone’s territory, he’d start a turf war.”

 

       Kyle hadn’t considered that.

 

       “Is he really waiting for me?” Kyle said.

 

       “Yeah,” Calvin said, guiding Kyle down the dark stone corridor. “And he’s gonna kick your dumb bitch ass.”

 

      Kyle’s mind returned to its old familiar theme – I’m fucked. Oh God. . .

 

      He followed Calvin through the gloom of the narrow corridor, spooked by the phantom echoes of their footsteps.

 

      “You sure they’re not following us?” Kyle said, glancing over his shoulder.

 

      “No,” Calvin said, not bothering to waste time looking back at Kyle.

 

      After that, Kyle followed Calvin in silence, trying not to feel the way the dark stone walls seemed to press closer with each step.

 

      After endless corridors, twisting around too many turns to count, Calvin stopped in front of a giant black iron door with square rivets. He took a big key out of his pocket and let them into the darkness beyond.

 

      Suddenly Kyle looked back the way they’d come. He was sure he’d heard something.

 

      “Calvin, I think - ” Kyle started to say.

 

      “I know,” Calvin said, pulling Kyle through the door. “Shut up and get in here.”

 

      As soon as Kyle was through the door, Calvin banged it shut and locked it. There were two stairways; one going up, the other leading down. Kyle headed for the steps leading up, but Calvin pulled him back, pushing Kyle to the stone stairway leading down.

 

      “Where are we going?” Kyle said.

 

      “Shortcut,” Calvin said.

 

      By the time they reached the bottom of the stone steps, Kyle heard banging on the door behind them.

 

      “They have a key Calvin?” Kyle said.

 

       This was really fucked up. All he’d wanted was a smoke. What the hell?

 

      “I don’t know,” Calvin said, pulling Kyle along.

 

      “You don’t know?” Kyle said. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

 

      Calvin stopped and looked down at Kyle. His impatience with the boy boiled over.    “It ain’t my fucking day to guard the keys, alright? Now shut up and let me find my way out.”

 

      “Are we lost?” Kyle said before he could stop himself.

 

      They both heard the ratchety sound of the door behind them banging open.

 

      “Fuck,” Calvin said. “Now you know. Yeah. They got a key. Come on.” He grabbed Kyle’s arm and led them deeper into the darkness.

 

      Suddenly Calvin pulled Kyle into a corridor that seemed to lead nowhere. They ran up the stone steps at the end two at a time until they came to another iron door. No locks here. Calvin banged through the heavy door, pulling Kyle behind him.

 

      Kyle’s knees didn’t buckle when he saw what waited for them on the other side, but it was a near thing.

 

      Calvin looked at the five gladiators facing them, blocking their way with a wall of solid muscle.

 

      This isn’t happening to me, Kyle thought.

 

      “Go on C.,” the man closest to them said. “We got these assholes.”

 

      Kyle and Calvin slipped through the men, leaving the sound of running footsteps echoing on the stone stairs behind.

 

      Kyle recognized the opposite end of the cell block where he shared a cell with JT. He stopped suddenly, pulling away from Calvin.

 

      “What is it boy?” Calvin said, looking back past Kyle.

 

      “What is it?” Kyle shouted, looking at Calvin with wide eyes. “I can’t go back there,” Kyle said, pointing toward the end of the cell block.

 

      “You got no choice boy,” Calvin.

 

      “I can’t. I’ll end up like Jimmy,” Kyle said, voicing his worst fear.

 

      “He ain’t gonna do nothing like that to you,” Calvin said.

 

      “How do you know?” Kyle said, his voice cracking with fear. He looked back at the distant sound of fighting. “Look what I caused. I’ll be in traction for weeks when he’s done with me.”

 

      Kyle’s lips trembled, his knees threatened to buckle again. He was the picture of a man with one foot over the edge of a roaring volcano.

 

      “You like being JT’s girl?” Calvin said.

 

      The unexpected question sideswiped Kyle.

 

      “How can you ask me that?” Kyle said.  “What do I look like?”

 

      Calvin shrugged. “A bitch.”

 

      Kyle shot him a furious look. “Yeah. That’s all I am to you and him.”

 

      Kyle tried to walk past him, but Calvin caught him easily and pushed Kyle back.

 

      “I don’t mean nothing by it boy. I talk straight, like I see things. You’re a bitch. You like getting it up the ass. You like JT being your man?”

 

      Kyle shrugged. “He’s not so bad when I do what he says,” Kyle said. He looked down at the floor, a blush of shame rising to his soft cheeks.

 

      “Alright then,” Calvin said, as if he’d reached a sudden decision. “I’ll help you.”

 

      Kyle looked up at him. “How?”

 

      “Do exactly what I say. He’ll probably still beat you, but you won’t get it so bad if you do what I tell you.”

 

      Kyle nodded. “What do I do?”

 

      After Kyle had listened for a while, Calvin said, “Remember boy. No matter what he says, don’t mouth off to him. Keep your mouth shut.”

 

 

 

 

 

 v.

 

      Kyle walked into the cell, with Calvin just behind him. JT sat on his bunk, his legs spread, his killer hands dangling between his legs. He looked up past Kyle when the boy walked in.

 

      “You had any trouble, C.?” JT said, ignoring Kyle.

 

      “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Calvin said.

 

      JT looked down at the floor again. “Get over here boy.”

 

      The three steps that separated Kyle from JT were as wide as the Grand Canyon to Kyle. His heart pounded painfully with every step, filling his head with too much blood. Every instinct in Kyle shouted at him to run the other way. But he put down his instincts and drew closer to JT.

 

      Kyle stood in front of JT, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans.

 

      “Where you been bitch?” JT said, still looking down at the floor.

 

      Kyle wished he could see JT’s eyes. His body looked completely relaxed. The only sign of his anger was the barely restrained fury in his voice.

 

      “I was in the library, then I went out for a smoke, then I heard this screaming and I thought - ”

 

      “Fuck that,” JT said, finally looking up at Kyle. “What the fuck was you doing down there? Ain’t I told you not to be down there by yourself?”

 

      JT’s hard eyes, filled with unborn violence, lay heavily on Kyle.

 

      “I heard screaming,” Kyle said, through numb lips.

 

      JT shot to his feet and grabbed Kyle hard. Before he knew it, Kyle was slammed into the wall, trapped between JT and the bed.    

 

       “You what?” JT said, standing inches from Kyle, towering over him.

 

       “There was this screaming and I -”

 

       “And what?” JT said, through clenched teeth. “You thought was gonna rescue some bitch who was getting fucked?”

 

       “I didn’t know -”

 

       But JT wasn’t interested in anything Kyle had to say. He slammed a fist into the wall next to Kyle’s head. Red dust sifted to the floor. Kyle flinched, squeezing his eyes shut.

 

      “What the fuck didn’t you know, bitch?” JT said, shouting at Kyle.

 

      Kyle pressed into the cinder wall behind him. Calvin stood off to the side watching.

 

      “Come on JT,” Calvin said quietly. “He didn’t mean nothing.”

 

      JT looked at Calvin as if he’d forgotten he was there.

 

      “You know what this bitch cost me?”

 

      JT looked back at Kyle. “I had to call in favors because of you boy. You know how I knew you was down there?”

 

      Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s furious glare.

 

      “Mr. Derron, he asked me how come my bitch was going down there by himself,” JT said. “If nobody didn’t say nothing to me, this wouldn’t be the only thing you got ripped down there,” JT said, pulling at the tears in Kyle’s jeans and his t-shirt.

 

      “I’m sorry,” Kyle said.

 

      “Sorry?” JT shouted at Kyle. “You don’t know nothing about sorry, boy.” He grabbed Kyle’s face. “But I’m gonna teach you,” he said in a quiet voice that utterly terrified Kyle.

 

      “Come on JT,” Calvin said in a quiet voice.

 

       JT looked back at Calvin, letting Kyle go.

 

       “He ain’t shown you no disrespect,” Calvin went on, looking at his friend. “He’s just a bitch. He don’t think like a man. He didn’t know better.”

 

       Calvin had been friends with JT for over twenty years. He knew JT was more scared about what could have happened to Kyle than he was pissed off. Now that Kyle was back in one piece, Calvin saw the tension easing from his friend’s body. Now was the time to try and save the boy.

 

       “Why don’t you go easy on him?” Calvin said, keeping his voice low and calm. “Look at him. He ain’t nothing but a scared boy.”

 

      JT turned back to Kyle, who was huddled against the wall, looking small and fragile in his ripped clothes. For the first time, JT took in the terror on Kyle’s pale face, saw how scared he must have been down there alone.

 

      JT grabbed Kyle’s face again. “You ever do anything that fucking stupid again, I’ll belt your ass so bad you’ll walk sideways.” He slapped Kyle’s face viciously, whipping his big calloused hand hard across Kyle’s soft cheek.

 

      JT stormed out of the cell, stopping only long enough to say, “Take care of him,” as he walked by Calvin.

 

      “How come he left?” Kyle said, rubbing his cheek. An ugly bruise was already rising there.

 

      “Cause he’s pissed off and he don’t wanna hurt you,” Calvin said.

 

       Kyle stood against the wall for a moment, looking as if he’d been dropped into the cell out of a tornado, then he sank to JT’s bunk, trembling all over.

 

       “Thanks,” Kyle said. “I thought I was dead.”

 

      “You want to watch yourself with JT boy,” Calvin said.

 

      Kyle nodded. “I know. At least if he beats me when he gets back he won’t be so mad. He’ll fuck me hard tonight and make me scream,” Kyle said in a low, matter of fact voice.

 

      “You want me to help you with that?”

 

      Kyle looked up at Calvin and nodded, but there was no real hope in his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 vi.

 

       When JT came back, he found Kyle on his bunk, his ass up, his legs spread, his head pressed to the mattress.

 

      The lights out buzzer sounded and the guards made their way down the tier.

 

      JT knew Kyle heard the guards coming. He expected the boy to get up. Kyle hated more than anything for men to see him acting like a bitch. But Kyle surprised him.

 

      “That’s a hot piece of ass you got there JT,” Mr. Remello said as he locked the cell door. He looked at Kyle’s ass with admiring eyes. “He’s just begging for it.”

 

       “He’s hot and tight,” JT said, stroking Kyle’s ass, letting his finger slide into the boy’s hole.

 

       Remello smiled, looking at JT’s finger sliding in and out of Kyle’s round ass. “Have yourself a good night,” he said, and walked on.

 

       When JT looked back at Kyle, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. Kyle had been so embarrassed by Remello’s words that his ass was a light pink.

 

       “Damn boy,” JT said, stroking Kyle’s ass lightly. “I ain’t never seen nobody’s ass blush before.”

 

       Kyle said nothing, praying Calvin was right.

 

       “Come here boy,” JT said, slapping Kyle’s ass lightly.

 

       Kyle hurried to scoot back on the bed, lifting his ass higher to JT’s black cock, spreading his legs wider, showing JT his pink, ready hole.

 

       “No,” JT said, “come over here.”

 

       Kyle turned around and knelt on the bed, looking down at the stone floor. His face was beet red. JT took Kyle’s face and looked down into the boy’s eyes filled with unshed tears of shame. He looked at the bruise on Kyle’s cheek and touched it softly. Kyle flinched, but didn’t pull away.

 

       JT grabbed Kyle’s arm and pushed him to his knees in the corner between the bed and wall. He stood in front of Kyle, his legs spread, looking down at the scared boy.

 

       “You know what I feel like doing to you boy?”

 

       Kyle shook his head, even though he had a pretty good idea.

 

       “I feel like taking you downstairs and belting your ass real hard ‘til you can’t scream no more, then cuffing you to the bars and fucking you hard and dry.”

 

       Kyle swallowed, looking down at the floor. He’d guessed pretty close.

 

       “But if you swallow my piss and beg me to let you suck my cock like a real horny bitch, I might not do it,” JT said.

 

       Kyle closed his eyes. He’d never swallowed another man’s piss. Oh God, now what?

 

      “I ain’t heard you begging boy,” JT said, rubbing his crotch, looking down at Kyle.

 

       Kyle fought the revulsion rising in the pit of his belly and put his hands behind his back. He pressed his face to JT’s crotch and started by nipping at JT’s flesh softly through the soft cloth of his worn jeans. Kyle followed the outline of JT’s hard cock, pressing his lips close, kissing him through the cloth.

 

       Then Kyle pressed closer and undid JT’s zipper with his teeth. He pressed his soft lips to the thin cloth of JT’s briefs, nuzzling his hard cock.

 

       “Please, JT,” Kyle said, looking up into his eyes. “I need to suck your cock like a bitch.”

 

       Kyle ran his tongue along the thin fabric inside JT’s pants, moaning softly, begging JT with his hot tongue. Kyle’s heart hammered hard, knocking against his chest as he ran his tongue along the outline of JT’s hard cock. His lips trembled. I can’t his mind gibbered. I can’t swallow his piss. Ohmygod, ohmygod.

 

       “You’re such a fucking hot bitch,” JT said, undoing the button that held up his jeans. He kicked free of his pants and stood before Kyle, his legs spread, his hard black cock jutting up.

 

       Kyle nibbled at the inside of JT’s dark, muscular legs, alternating between little nips and the tip of his hot tongue.

 

       He was intoxicated by the scent of JT, the smell of his balls and his sweat. Kyle ran his tongue around in tiny spirals all up and down the inside of JT’s hard legs, licking the sweat from his dark skin.

 

       JT moaned in pleasure when he felt Kyle’s hot tongue move from his legs to his balls. Kyle took JT’s balls into his mouth gently and ran his tongue around the soft, tender flesh, then he let them pop out of his mouth and ran his tongue across the sensitive flesh just below JT’s balls.

 

       JT grunted in pleasure, and his thick cock twitched. “You’re driving me crazy, bitch,” JT said.

 

       Kyle dreaded the moment when JT would force his cock into his sore mouth. The inside of his mouth was cut where JT had slapped him.

 

       JT watched as Kyle pressed his soft pink lips to his black cock. The sight of his dark cock stretching the boy’s pretty mouth made his heavy balls ache with need. Over and over Kyle kissed JT’s cock up and down the length of it, sometimes swirling his tongue along his thick cock. JT’s muscular body shuddered in pleasure.

 

       When Kyle took the thick head of JT’s cock between his lips, JT groaned with need, feeling the heaviness in his balls. Kyle ran his tongue around the dark head of JT’s cock in slow circles, looking up into JT’s eyes. Then he let JT’s cock slip from between his lips and ran his hot tongue all the way down to JT’s balls and back again, encircling JT’s cock head in the heat of his mouth.

 

       “Oh fuck,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s hair. “I can’t take this. I never had a boy as hot you. Open your mouth bitch. I’m gonna piss in your mouth.”

 

       Kyle hung his head and tried not to cry.

 

       “I can’t,” Kyle said in a whisper nearly too low to hear.

 

       “Alright,” JT said, taking a step back. “Let’s go. Don’t think I can’t get out just ‘cause it’s lock down. I’m taking your bitch ass to the basement.”

 

       “No,” Kyle said in a shaky voice filled with panic. He looked up at JT. Unshed tears filled his eyes. “I’ll do it.”

 

       JT smiled down at his bitch. “You sure, boy? ‘Cause it ain’t nothin’ to me. I told you. I feel like ramming my big black cock up your tight little hole real hard and making you scream.”

 

       Kyle nodded, his eyes on the stone floor. This couldn’t be happening to him. “I’m sure,” he said quietly.

 

       JT caressed the bruised side of Kyle’s face, tilted the boy’s head back.

 

       “Tell me what you want me to do, boy,” JT said, looking down into Kyle’s scared eyes.

 

       Kyle could barely bring himself to say it. But the thought of a night in the basement with JT’s hard cock up his ass forced the words from his trembling lips. “I want you to piss in my mouth,” Kyle said.

 

       “Open your mouth, then,” JT said.

 

       Kyle opened his mouth, and closed his eyes.

 

       JT slipped his hard cock into Kyle’s mouth and slapped the bruised side of Kyle’s face lightly. The pain made Kyle’s eyes fly open.

 

       “I wanna see your eyes while I piss into your mouth,” JT said.

 

       Kyle held JT’s hard cock in his mouth for what seemed like forever. The bruised side of his face was a misery, especially with JT’s thick cock stretching his mouth.

 

       “Here comes my piss boy,” JT said. “And if you don’t want my cock reaming your hole tonight, you better swallow every drop.”

 

       A stream of warm, bitter liquid suddenly filled Kyle’s mouth. The stench of piss surrounded Kyle as he struggled to control his gag reflex and swallow the bitter, salty fluid filling his mouth fast. The tiny cuts inside his mouth exploded in pain as soon as JT’s piss flowed into his mouth. Kyle tried hard to keep up with the flow of piss, swallowing convulsively, fighting his rising gorge with every breath.

 

       JT looked down into Kyle’s eyes, seeing the boy’s fear and disgust. “See? You ain’t nothing but my bitch,” JT said while he pissed into the boy’s mouth. “You suck my big black dick when I say so, you take it up your ass, and you swallow my piss if I say so.”

 

       Just when Kyle thought he couldn’t possibly take anymore, the stream slowed and finally stopped. JT pressed his cock deeper into Kyle’s mouth and starting fucking his bitch’s pretty face.

 

       It hurt Kyle horribly to have JT’s thick cock in his mouth. The side of his face where JT had slapped him was alive with throbbing pain. But the boy gave no sign of how much it hurt him. He wanted JT to be pleased. He was desperate to stay out of the basement tonight.

 

       “That’s it boy, ” JT said, sliding his thick black cock in and out of Kyle’s pretty mouth. “You little cock hungry bitch.”

 

       JT grabbed Kyle’s hair harder and pulled Kyle’s head back, looking down into his eyes, filled with shame and anger. The look in Kyle’s eyes made JT crazy with lust.

 

       “You’re making me so hot, bitch,” JT said, fucking deep into Kyle’s mouth. “I feel like coming up your hot little ass.”

 

       Fear came into Kyle’s eyes. He sucked JT’s cock, struggling to take his thick cock deep down his throat, gagging. The pain in his mouth pulsed with every beat of his terrified heart. Kyle was sure that any second JT would pull out of his mouth and make him put his ass up.

 

       “Soon I’m gonna make you my wife,” JT said, slowing down and fucking slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.

 

       He slid almost all the way out of Kyle’s mouth, leaving just his cock head between the boy’s lips. Kyle ran his tongue slowly around the thick head in his mouth, driving JT crazy with need.

 

       Kyle couldn’t believe it when JT grabbed his hair tighter and pulled Kyle closer to his crotch, forcing his throbbing cock deep down his throat again and again.

 

       “Fuck,” JT said, moaning and bucking against Kyle’s face. “That’s it bitch, swallow my come.”

 

       JT pulled Kyle’s hair hard and ground his muscular belly into the boy’s face, filling Kyle’s throat with hot come, then he pulled out of Kyle’s mouth, looking down at the scared boy. Kyle didn’t know what to expect. JT could make him get his cock hard again and then fuck his ass. He would take forever to come up his ass, the second time.

 

       “What you looking at bitch? Go to sleep,” JT said, looking down at Kyle, stroking the side of his face that was bruised.

 

       That sent Kyle into a panic. Maybe JT was taking him down to the basement to belt him tomorrow night.

 

       “Am I getting a beating?” Kyle asked quietly.

 

       “Why?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s bruised face. “You want one?”

 

       Kyle knew better than to say no. “I’m sorry,” Kyle said in a low, trembling voice.

 

        “I ain’t beating you,” JT said. “Go to sleep.”

 

       He turned his back on Kyle and got into his bunk.

 

       Kyle got to his feet and stood against the wall a long time, looking at JT’s strong back, outlined in muscle. Kyle’s cock was hard and he wanted to come, even with the taste of JT’s piss still strong in his mouth.

 

       Kyle knew that JT had controlled himself and fought the urge to bend him over and rape him in sheer rage for disobeying him. A part of Kyle realized that tonight, JT had been the best a man like him could be.

 

       When JT felt Kyle slip into his narrow bunk next to him, he turned to the boy and took him into his strong arms, holding him gently.

 

       “I’m sorry,” Kyle said.

 

       “It’s over boy,” JT said, caressing Kyle’s wet cheeks.

 

       The horrors of this long, long day finally caught up to Kyle and he lay his head against JT’s strong chest and cried softly.

 

       “You seen anything down there boy?” JT said suddenly.

 

       Kyle thought immediately of the boxes filled with black market gold. For some reason, he didn’t want to tell JT he’d seen that. It might ruin JT’s forgiving mood.

 

       “No,” Kyle said. “Just men pushing carts around. I couldn’t see what was inside the carts.”

 

       That wasn’t exactly a lie. The boxes in the carts were sealed up already. But Kyle had seen plenty in the big warehouse like room.

 

       “Go to sleep,” JT said, pulling Kyle closer.

 

       JT lay awake, listening to the low cries and whimpers that had long ago become the background of his life. JT would do anything for Kyle. In any other place, that would be his strength. Here in Purgatory, it was his weakness. He wondered how long it would be before Matthew demanded payment for his fruit in Purgatory. He turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

 

       Long after JT had fallen asleep, Kyle lay awake, listening to the whimpering moans that never seemed to stop at night in the dark cell block. He knew he’d gotten off lucky tonight. If Calvin hadn’t helped him, Kyle knew he would have ended the night screaming in the basement.

 

 

 

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Purgatory Games

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Purgatory Games

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: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%">Kyle knew he was in trouble when he saw what waited for him inside his new cell. The top bunk was empty except for a heart shaped box of pink mints on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, “Be my girl”. The guard looked from the note to Kyle’s pretty face.

“Welcome to Purgatory, boy,” the guard said with a smile fit for Hells’ gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the twisted God who ruled this place.

Democracy raged across the world in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses.

Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and came down on prisons like the devil’s hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way. Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption under the new Monastic Reform Law. The redemption and punishment of prisoners became a public spectacle, second only to the Roman Coliseum.

The public couldn’t get enough of televised whippings of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the newest concept in reality television, became the biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now, years later, every prison in the country brought cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.

Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk, letting the bedding under his arm slip to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands, letting his dark brown hair fall across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes he saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in his mailbox two weeks ago, one day after his nineteenth birthday. Kyle’s mad dash to the Mexican border was a nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on dark highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle on his knees.

Kyle’s capture came in the middle of the night. The border patrol swooped down on him, grabbing him up into the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic Actions Law. When he refused to sign his service papers, they said they’d give him a year to think it over. After his year in Purgatory, they’d be back with their papers. If Kyle refused to sign again, he’d get five more years.

At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in Purgatory. Slavery might be over on the outside, but here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle were handed out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT’s cell, as a reward for JT winning the Statewide Gladiator Games.

            On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet boyish looks to get what he wanted. One look into Kyle's sultry brown eyes and men understood the promise of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this nightmare started, he wouldn’t be with men who liked fucking ass. Now, Kyle looked around glumly at the dark red brick walls of the narrow cell. He knew his days of sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look at JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the ass. Hard.

Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow hallway. The gladiators were coming back from training in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and tried to get ready to meet the man who now owned him.

            JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked into the small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened in the light of the single bulb that hung overhead. His bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle. Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted belly. A dark tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and writhed on the bulging bicep of his right arm.

When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark hunger in his black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.

“Hey boy,” JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with bass. He slid the red bandana off his head and rubbed sweat from his bald head. “What’s up?”

Kyle wasn’t sure if he should answer. The hardness in JT’s eyes made Kyle feel like he was thinking about doing something cruel. Something that would make him scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and reached down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him, leaning his six foot three inch frame on the top bunk.

            “You’re even prettier than I thought,” JT said quietly, looking down into Kyle's light brown eyes.

Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT’s spread legs and pressed himself further back on the small bed. JT reached out to stroke Kyle’s cheek, but the boy flinched as though he’d been slapped.

            “Take it easy baby,” JT said with a low laugh. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. You’re gonna suck my dick and I’m gonna fuck you. But you ain’t in no danger with me.”

            Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No one had ever taken his ass. JT seemed to read his thoughts.

“You still a virgin, boy?” JT let his eyes crawl greedily over Kyle's slender body.

When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn’t answer, JT chuckled, a soft, low sound that sent chills down Kyle’s spine.

“I got you a present.” JT offered Kyle the box of candy from the top bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes that promised no mercy.

Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of pink, heart shaped candies. An image of Jimmy’s face, horribly battered and bruised, rose in his mind. Kyle took the pink box from JT’s big hand, nearly snatching it in his haste to accept the gift.

“You’ll do alright with me,” JT said quietly, seeing how Kyle’s hand trembled when he took the candy.

JT grabbed the boy’s slender arm, pulling him off the bed.

 “Come here baby,” JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a steel embrace.

JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness of Kyle’s mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came together in a pout.

“These lips feel good wrapped around a man’s cock?” JT stared into Kyle’s soft brown eyes, unbothered by the fear he saw in the boy.

            JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the corner between the bunk bed and the wall.

            A picture of Jimmy’s face rose in Kyle’s mind again, in grim detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his legs, his ass out. Better to let JT have his way without a fight.

A heavy hand fell on Kyle’s shoulder. He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn’t scream when JT’s cock tore into his ass.

“Damn baby,” JT’s deep voice said behind Kyle. He sounded slightly amused. “I ain’t gonna do you like that, bitch. Turn around. Get on your knees for me like a good girl.”

Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He looked up at the big black man standing over him, his legs spread. JT’s bulging crotch was inches from Kyle's lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle’s ass with just one stroke.

“I’ll do what you want,” Kyle blurted. He looked up into JT’s eyes, pleading. “Just don’t make it bad for me, please?”

JT’s black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an animal on the prowl.

“I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard. I get relaxed like that,” JT said, ignoring Kyle’s plea.

JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take out his dick when a voice stopped him.

“JT, we got to talk,” a man’s low voice said at the cell door.

“Fuck that,” JT said without turning around. “I’m trying out my new girl.”

“It’s important,” the other man said. “About the game next week.”

“It better be important,” JT said, zipping his pants, keeping his dark eyes on Kyle.

JT stroked Kyle’s cheek, and pursed his lips in a silent kiss. “Later baby,” he said, and turned away, disappearing through the cell door.

Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to the cell bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier, talking to another man. For a wild moment, Kyle thought of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and started putting sheets on his bunk, thinking of the coming night.

After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that JT was there, waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved to find his cell empty. Kyle lay on the top bunk, thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT’s hard body towering over him. Kyle's cock surged at the memory of JT's dark, sleek body pressed close, his unzipped jeans inches from Kyle’s lips.

The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next cell, echoing down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees between JT’s legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing become the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.

 Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist, and was about to jack off when a low voice said, “I don’t like my girls jacking off when I ain’t around.”

Kyle sat bolt upright at the sound of JT’s voice. He shoved his cock back inside his jeans, a flush of embarrassment rising to his face. JT walked into the cell and leaned against the top bunk.

“Was you thinking about my cock in your mouth or up your ass?” JT caressed Kyle’s hot face softly

The lights out warning buzzer saved Kyle from answering. Just after JT walked into the cell, a guard came down the tier, locking cell doors and doing last head count. Ten minutes later, a loud buzz signaled final lights out, and near total darkness fell.

            “Come here baby,” JT said. “You take care of my cock every night after lights out.”

             Kyle slipped from the bunk bed and knelt in front of JT, anxious to show him that he would have him without a fight. The last thing Kyle wanted was for JT to get angry.

 “No,” JT said quietly.

Kyle looked up at him, fear bright in his eyes, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“Over there, in the corner,” JT said. “I know you bitches don’t like nobody seeing you with a man. Guards can’t see you there.”

Kyle got up and wedged himself into the shadowy privacy of the corner between the bed and wall. A dim ray of light fell across Kyle’s face in the darkness. JT caressed Kyle's face, feeling how he trembled.

       “You scared of me?”

       Kyle nodded, knowing he couldn’t hide it.

       “You suck my cock and get fucked like a good girl, and ain’t nothing gonna happen to you.”

       Kyle knew he should have kept quiet about Jimmy, but he couldn’t. Jimmy had been JT’s boy until two days ago, when he’d been shipped to the hospital, with his right arm broken in three places and his jaw shattered from a bad beating. Kyle had seen them taking him. His face had been swollen like a water balloon, both eyes blackened and purple.

“What about Jimmy?” Kyle said quietly.

              “He wouldn’t be a good girl,” JT said softly. “But you ain’t like him. You’ll be a good bitch for me, won’t you?”

Kyle nodded, looking up into JT’s glittering eyes in the darkness.

“Good. Then I won’t have hurt you like that,” JT said, unzipping his jeans.

JT unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He stood with his legs spread, his thick cock jutting straight up, well past his navel.

“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” JT said, stroking his hard meat.

Kyle nodded, nearly mesmerized by the sight of JT’s fat cock.

“Get to it bitch.” JT pulled Kyle by the hair and forced the boy’s face into his crotch. “Show me how good those lips feel on a man’s dick.”

Kyle closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, then he started at the base of JT’s impossibly thick cock, licking around his low hanging balls. Kyle ran his slick tongue up and around JT's hairy balls, taking his time, letting his whole tongue slide along JT's nuts. Then Kyle slid his tongue down the length of JT’s cock, feeling how the hard flesh was veined, nearly all the way out to the thick head.

“I been thinking about your hot mouth all day,” JT said, pressing his crotch into Kyle’s face.

Kyle let his tongue linger on the head of JT’s cock, circling the thick head slowly, before sliding his hot tongue all the way back down to his heavy balls.

“Oh yeah bitch. Open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock,” JT said. He leaned on his powerful arms against the wall.

Kyle opened his mouth wide and JT slid into the pretty boy’s hot mouth, feeding him his thick ten inch cock, moaning softly. The sight of his dark chocolate cock sliding between the boy’s pretty pink lips drove JT crazy.

“You better suck my cock good, bitch,” JT said, pumping his hips slowly.

JT slid his cock deep down Kyle’s throat on every stroke, nearly gagging him, then he held himself inside Kyle's mouth, enjoying the way the boy’s gag reflex made his throat massage the head of his cock.

“I can’t wait to try that virgin ass,” JT said, fucking slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.

He took the boy’s pretty face in his hands, feeling the softness of his cheeks, watching how Kyle’s pink lips stretched tight against his dark, thick cock.

“You look so fucking hot baby, on your knees with my fat black cock stretching your pretty lips,” JT said.

JT tossed his head back and pumped his hips in a slightly circular motion, speeding up as his throbbing cock came close to exploding in Kyle’s mouth.

“Get ready to swallow my come, bitch,” JT said, driving his hips into Kyle’s face.

Kyle struggled to take JT’s cock deep down his throat, gagging, feeling how his own hard cock strained at his jeans. Choking on a man’s cock drove Kyle crazy. He ached to take JT’s load down his throat.

“Oh yeah bitch, you want it. You want my come real bad, don’t you?”

Kyle grabbed JT’s cock near the base. When JT didn’t slap him or make him stop, Kyle  started jacking him off, tightening his fist around JT's slick, throbbing cock rhythmically.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” JT said, pushing his cock into Kyle’s grabbing hand.

JT wrapped his fingers into Kyle’s hair and held him still while he fucked his face.

“Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, breathing hard. “You fucking suck bitch. Take it. Take my fucking load.”

JT slapped Kyle's hand away and pumped Kyle’s mouth harder, choking him on nearly every stroke, breathing hard, moaning deep in his throat. JT jammed his throbbing cock down Kyle's throat again and again, hard and fast, until finally he crammed his dick deep down Kyle’s throat, groaning in pleasure. His cock exploded and sent hot come shooting down Kyle's throat.

“Swallow it,” JT said, looking down at Kyle with hard eyes.

Kyle swallowed, working his throat, looking up at JT.

“Good, bitch,” JT said. “I make my girls swallow. Or I beat their ass.”

He wiped the corners of Kyle’s lips where come had leaked from his mouth and slid his fingers into the boy’s mouth, forcing Kyle to lick and suck until his fingers were clean.

“How you like sucking my dick, boy?” JT said, zipping his jeans.

Kyle shrugged, unable to make himself meet JT’s eyes boring down into him. Kyle's need to suck cock and be a bitch for a man like JT always embarrassed him.

“Don’t be acting like you didn’t like it, boy. I know a cock sucking bitch when I see one. Come here,” he said, pulling Kyle to his feet. He was more careful this time, so Kyle didn’t feel like his arm was ripping out of its socket.

“Turn around,” JT said.

Kyle faced the wall and JT pressed real close to him and reached around to cup Kyle's bulging crotch.

“Damn,” JT said. He massaged Kyle’s dick through his jeans. “Look how fucking hard you are, bitch.”

Kyle moaned softly. He was aching to come.

“Take your jeans off,” JT said.

Kyle slid his jeans down his slender hips, shaking loose of them almost immediately. Now he stood with just his shirt on and his jockey shorts with an embarrassing bulge in them. JT unbuttoned Kyle's shirt from behind, while he kissed his neck softly.

“I’m gonna give you a taste of what little bitches like you need,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

He slipped the boy’s briefs down and slid the shirt from Kyle’s slim body, passing his hands gently over Kyle’s tight round ass.

“You got a pretty ass boy,” JT whispered into Kyle's ear. “Soon I’m gonna put you on all fours and fuck this tight little bitch hole.”

JT ran his rough hands slowly over Kyle’s smooth chest, paying special attention to the boy’s nipples, ignoring the way Kyle trembled in his arms.

“Start jacking off,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

JT’s promise to fuck his ass terrified Kyle, but he was desperate to shoot his load after the way JT had fucked his mouth. Kyle grabbed his cock and started jacking off.

“Not so fast bitch, enjoy it, go slow.” JT put his big hand over Kyle’s to show him the slow rhythm he wanted him to use.

“I only make bitches out of men who want it up the ass,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “But you don’t want it up your ass, right?”

JT lubed two fingers with Vaseline and held them up so Kyle could see.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you. Don’t do nothing stupid like trying to fight me,” JT said.

Slowly, JT pressed one lubed finger to Kyle’s ass. The boy tensed immediately.

“Relax bitch or I’ll make you get my cock hard again. You want me to ream this virgin ass?”

“Sorry JT,” Kyle said in a low, scared voice.

“Keep working your cock,” JT said.

Kyle tried to relax as he felt a long finger press slowly into him. JT kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, while he worked his finger into Kyle's ass gently.

The feel of something inside his tight ass was new to Kyle. It felt good. His hand sped up on his hard cock, but JT slapped Kyle's bare ass, hard.

“Slower,” JT said. “You better not come ‘til I let you, boy.”

Kyle slowed down, even though his cock throbbed crazily in his slick fist.

“You ain’t no bitch. You don’t like it up the ass, right?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

JT felt Kyle’s tight hole open to him and he slid all the way in. Slowly he started easing another finger into Kyle’s tight ass while Kyle worked his cock in the slow rhythm JT had given him.

When both fingers were inside him, JT leaned close to Kyle and said, “I’m gonna fuck this hot little ass with my fingers. If you don’t come like a moaning bitch after I finger your ass, I’ll give you back. I won’t do nothing to you.”

Slowly JT worked his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass, matching the slow rhythm of him jacking off. At first, Kyle held himself still against JT’s long fingers, tightening his ass. But his ass loosened up and JT worked deeper into his tight hole with every stroke, until finally his long fingers massaged Kyle’s prostrate.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle said, pressing back into JT’s fingers, moaning softly.

“Yeah boy, that’s it. Show me how much you hate taking it up the ass. Show me you ain’t no bitch.”

JT wrapped his muscled arm around Kyle’s waist and pulled the boy close, keeping his fingers inside Kyle's ass. Then he slapped Kyle’s hand away. JT grabbed the boy’s cock in his strong hand and started jacking him off in a slow rhythm that made Kyle writhe in his grip.

“You liking it up your ass, bitch?”

“It feels so fucking good,” Kyle said, moaning.

“Yeah, that’s right. Look how hard your cock with my fingers up your ass.”

JT slid his fingers slowly in and out of Kyle’s ass, matching the rhythm of his hand on the boy’s cock.

“Only a bitch likes it up the ass.  Ain’t that right boy?”

Kyle rocked his hips, caught between the double pleasure of JT’s fingers up his ass, and his strong hand on his cock.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, breathing hard.

“Say it,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass real slow. “Tell me.”

He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck, licking up and down his soft skin.

“Tell me how you’re gonna be my bitch and take it up the ass,” JT said.

Kyle moaned in helpless pleasure, but he said nothing.

“You want me to stop boy, and handcuff you and make you sleep like this?”

“No,” Kyle said. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“You know what you got to say boy,” JT said.

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, pushing his ass back to meet JT’s fingers. “I’ll be your girl JT. Let me come, please,” Kyle begged.

“Oh yeah. I’m gonna let you come just like a bitch, on your knees.”

JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle’s ass, and spun him around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard cock jutting up between his legs.

“Down,” JT said. “I’m gonna watch you jack off on your knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are.”

Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock and started jacking off again, moaning and panting softly.

“Look at me boy,” JT said, standing over him.

Kyle met his dark eyes.

“You’re my bitch now,” JT said, while Kyle jacked off for him on his knees. He slapped Kyle's face lightly. “You understand?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his hard cock.

JT grabbed Kyle’s chin so he could look down into the boy’s eyes. He loved seeing the need in Kyle's eyes.

“You’re gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass. How come?” JT said.

Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his face again, harder.

“How come you’re gonna suck my cock and take it up the ass?” JT said.

Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT’s hard, merciless eyes.

“ ‘Cause I’m a bitch,” Kyle said.

A moan of pleasure escaped him.

“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “Please.”

 “Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re my bitch, over and over, ‘til you shoot.”

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, jacking himself off wildly.

Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a bitch of himself for him.

“Louder,” JT said, giving Kyle’s face a rough shake. “Don’t piss me off.”

“I’m your bitch JT,” Kyle said, loud enough for it to echo in the small cell.

“Good,” JT said, holding Kyle’s face and looking straight down into his eyes.

“Keep saying it ‘til you come.”

Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly, panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was JT’s bitch.

“Yeah bitch, come on,” JT said, when he saw Kyle was close. “Shoot your come on your knees for me.”

Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his face, looking down into Kyle’s eyes. A final groan of ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.

“Lick it off your hand,” JT said, standing back.

He watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand, enjoying the way the boy’s face flushed with shame, thinking about what he’d done. When Kyle had licked the last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back on him and got into his bunk.

“Go to sleep,” he told Kyle. “I’m busting your cherry tomorrow night.”

He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.


ii.

Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.

All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of men who’d spent a long time in prison. Their hard bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for violence that gave them the look of predators on the prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren’t in prison, they’d be rich from all the money they made for Purgatory.

“Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night,” Terence said.

Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle and ran his tongue across his lips.

“Yeah,” Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron. Even his face looked angular with muscle. “I’m your bitch, JT. I’m your bitch,” Tyrone said in a high falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.

Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face turning a brilliant scarlet.

The whole table of black men laughed.

“Look at that bitch,” Calvin said. “He’s turning all red and shit. What’s wrong boy, you didn’t like JT’s fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?”

JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy’s red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright with unshed tears under his long lashes.

“Leave him alone,” JT said quietly.

“Come on man, tell us,” Terence said. “Did you fuck the bitch? He got a tight ass?”

“Nah, he didn’t fuck her,” Tyrone said. “Ain’t nobody heard no screaming.”

The whole table broke into laughter again. To Kyle they sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He fought back tears. It would just make things worse if he cried.

“I said, leave him alone,” JT said in an even quieter voice.

Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.

“Hey man,” Tyrone said, “he’s just a bitch. What the fuck do you care?”

The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.

“You know what your problem is Tyrone?” JT said.

“What?” Tyrone said, loud and cocky. “Bitches can’t get enough of my dick?”

“No,” JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. “You’re too stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth.”

Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but Calvin said, “Leave it alone Ty. Shut up.”

 “Stay away from my bitch,” JT said, looking Tyrone in the eye. “I let it go last time ‘cause I owed you. Don’t start no shit with me.”

“Come on, JT, forget it, alright?” Terence said.

After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy silence at the table. In a little while, the men started talking about the coming games on television. Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room, and all the men filed out to their work details.

Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other men.

“Looks like your new bitch ain’t saying bye,” he heard Tyrone say.

Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his job at the library.

“Hey boy,” Kyle heard JT saying behind him.

But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He’d be safe once he got to the library. He hoped.

            JT’s long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle’s arm, just outside the men’s room. A uniformed guard stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear pass briefly across his face when he met JT’s eyes.

            Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the brick walls.

            “What the fuck’s wrong with you bitch? Walking out on me like that?”

Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he’d done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.

            “I didn’t do anything,” Kyle said, looking up into JT’s black eyes. He tried to push past him. “I have to get to the library. I’ll get in trouble.”

            “Fuck that,” JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm hard. “You’re in trouble now bitch.”

            JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.

“What’s wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone, didn’t I? I could of made you get on your knees between my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in here’s gonna stop me?”

            Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he couldn’t. All the anger, the frustration, the humiliation of the way JT’s friends had treated him came flying out with his words.

            “You did it on purpose,” Kyle yelled at JT. “You wanted them to hear me last night.”

            Kyle looked up into JT’s black eyes and saw a dark fury that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle realized he’d made a bad mistake.

            “JT, please, I didn’t mean - ” Kyle tried to say, but JT slapped his face, hard.

            “You’re lucky I like you boy. You’re real lucky I don’t take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin ass with my friends,” JT said in a soft voice that chilled Kyle to the bone.

            There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might calm JT.

            “I’m sorry.” Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his hands gently over JT’s crotch. “You’re right. I’m your bitch. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kyle kneaded JT’s crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.

“Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s cheek. Kyle was relieved to see that JT's mood had suddenly changed. “You live in my cell now, everyone knows you’re sucking my cock and getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where nobody could see you, didn’t I?”

            Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he didn’t feel. “Yeah,” Kyle said, pressing his hands against JT's bulging jeans. “You’re right. Let me show you I’m sorry.”

            “That’s better bitch,” JT said, undoing his jeans.

            Kyle reached for JT’s hard cock like he was desperate to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure that if he didn’t suck him off real good, JT would take him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.

            JT grabbed Kyle’s hair and slapped his face lightly when the boy didn’t open his mouth fast enough.

            His cheeks stinging from JT’s heavy hand, Kyle stretched his pink lips around JT’s dark chocolate cock. It wasn’t like last night. JT was impatient, driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle, looking down into his scared eyes.

            “Don’t make me mad boy,” JT said, thrusting his hips into Kyle’s face. “Or I’ll make it bad for you bitch. I’ll rent your ass out.”

            He fucked deep into Kyle’s mouth, choking him again and again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT twined both his powerful hands into Kyle’s hair, holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his soft pink lips.

            “Tonight, I’m fucking that pretty virgin ass real hard,” JT said.

            Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of fear.

            “That’s right boy, I’m busting your cherry tonight,” JT said, stroking in and out of Kyle’s hot mouth.

            He pumped his thick cock into Kyle’s mouth, changing his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips, grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy’s lips tight against his throbbing flesh.

            “Oh yeah, boy” JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hard. “You’re gonna be my ass bitch.”

            JT grabbed Kyle’s hair again, twining his strong fingers deep into the boy’s silky hair, and stroked into Kyle’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.

“You’re gonna be my girl after tonight. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your virgin hole,” JT said.

He fucked Kyle's mouth hard, holding him still and helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat down Kyle's throat again and again.

            “Cock sucking bitch,” JT said, panting hard, “Oh fuck,” he said between clenched teeth. “Take it bitch. Take my fucking come.”

            JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled Kyle’s face down on his cock, moaning so low it was almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat.

            Kyle swallowed JT’s heavy load of thick come, then ran his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.

            “Don’t beat me up,” Kyle pleaded, licking JT’s cock, looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT's balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.

            Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his arm in a splint.

            “I’ll do what you want,” Kyle said, licking JT’s balls softly, looking up into dark eyes.

            “That’s what you said last night, bitch,” JT said, zipping his jeans. “And by breakfast you was already pissing me off.”

            Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in JT's voice before he sucked him off coming back.

            “I’m sorry,” Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too low to be heard.

            Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about to make him into Jimmy’s twin. He remembered the scared look on the guard’s face outside the bathroom. Kyle knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how loud he screamed.

            Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that would come driving into his face.

            “Look at me boy,” JT said, bending over Kyle.

            Kyle’s eyes flew open. JT’s face loomed large over him.

            “The last thing you want in this world is to be on my bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side,” JT said in a soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest threat. “Next time you think about fucking with me, don’t do it.”

            He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees, more scared than he had ever been.

            When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to ask him where the fuck he’d been, why he was so late. But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then went back to the paper he’d been reading.

            When Tyrone walked into the library two hours later, all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the darkest corner between stacks in the big library and hid.

            “Hey boy,” Tyrone said, when he found Kyle’s hiding place. He’d sniffed him out like a predator. “How come you’re back here in the dark?”

            Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone’s huge body blocked his way out. Kyle’s mind raced. He knew trouble was heading for him like a screaming freight train.

            Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches from the boy. “Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?”

            Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.

            “When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night, to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before boy?”

            Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet talk.

            “No. I’m a virgin.” Kyle was too scared to look up into Tyrone’s greedy eyes.

            Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle's crotch, felt the growing hardness there.

            “You’re hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin hole fucked real hard?”

            Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn’t jacked off. He’d been afraid JT would know somehow. Now, with Tyrone’s muscled body pressed so close to him, Kyle was hard again.

            “Please - ”

            But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle’s jeans and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He pressed his big hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling the boy’s cry of surprise.

            “I wanna see what JT's getting,” Tyrone whispered into Kyle’s ear. “I’m gonna see how tight this virgin ass is.”

            Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle’s hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and out of Kyle’s hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.

            “You’re a fucking tight bitch,” Tyrone said, pulling his finger out.

            He rubbed his hard cock against the boy’s ass roughly.

            “You’re lucky you belong to JT. ‘Cause if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.”

            Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his hard cock and grabbed Kyle’s hair.

            “You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I’ll tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when he ain’t around? Remember Jimmy?”

            Kyle, haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy’s battered face, opened his mouth.

           


iv.       

At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him, as if the library had never happened. The men at the table talked about the game last night and coming bad weather.

            This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table, like he knew he should, then followed him out of the cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but his mood was different this time.

            “Hey baby,” JT said, once they were inside.

            He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle’s head. His heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.

            “You sucked me off real good this morning.” JT rubbed his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes, running his hard fingers along Kyle’s soft lips.

            Kyle didn’t know why, but the way JT fucked his face without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot for his cock. JT's hard, muscled body felt good pressed up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle's cock surge. But Kyle couldn’t get Tyrone’s words out of his mind.

            “What’s wrong baby? How come you’re shaking like that?” JT said.

            Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but he JT didn’t let him. He took Kyle’s chin in his hands and made him look up at him.

            “Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?” JT said, his voice low and cold.

             Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT’s hard eyes. “No JT.”

            “Nobody said nothing to you?” JT said, grinding his hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT’s thick cock rising already.

            “No.” Kyle looked down at the floor so he wouldn’t have to meet the raging hunger in JT’s dark eyes.

            JT shook Kyle’s face and looked down into Kyle's eyes. He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared that JT would hurt him real bad.

            “I don’t like it when my bitches lie to me,” JT said quietly.

            Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.

            “Tell me what happened to you boy,” JT said.

            He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides, studying Kyle.

            “Don’t hurt me,” Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice. “He made me do it.”

            “Who made you do what? Talk to me boy.”

            Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He told JT everything.

            “After he came in my mouth, he said he’d be back whenever he wanted to,” Kyle said, looking up at JT. “He said if I told you, he’d say it was me who came to him. But I didn’t JT, I swear. It happened like I told you.”

            For long seconds that seemed like an eternity to Kyle, JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble. Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.

            Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT’s rampage, praying he wasn’t next to get kicked around the stone floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands, cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened dog.

            “I’m telling the truth, JT,” Kyle managed to say through his chattering teeth.

            “I know you are boy.”

            JT’s soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up into JT’s furious face.

            “Relax, bitch. I ain’t hurting you.”

            “You’re not?” Kyle said.

            “No,” JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and looked down into the boy’s terrified eyes.

            “You know what happens now boy?”

            Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s cold eyes.

            “Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I’m fighting him for you. There’s gonna be a dark game tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. And I’m gonna carve my initials into Tyrone.”

            JT’s voice was soft and calm, as if he were talking about the weather. But his eyes were dark and stormy with rage.

            “Get back to the library. I got things to do.”

            JT walked out of the bathroom, kicking aside one of the garbage barrels he’d knocked over.

           

           

           

           


iii.

            That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking out onto the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he heard the breathy sound of a man either fucking or getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight tonight. Kyle would belong to the man who won the duel. Tyrone’s words came back to Kyle with perfect clarity, if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.

            JT walked into their cell and picked up a black bag that Kyle hadn’t noticed.

            “Come on boy,” JT said, looking at Kyle. “Game time.”

            Kyle jumped down from his bunk, looking up at JT, puzzled.

            “We can’t leave the cell,” Kyle said. “It’s almost lights out.”

            JT took his hand. “You’re with me now. Come on. Let’s go.”

            Kyle followed JT past guards who acted like they were both invisible. One guard nodded to JT and asked him how he was doing. No one tried to stop them.

They left the tier, went down old stone steps that smelled of sweat and urine, past the first floor. Kyle counted two flights below the first floor before a big, black iron door blocked their way.

            “Where are we?” Kyle said, looking around in the darkness.

            “Old part of the prison,” JT said, slipping a key from his pocket.

            He slid the skeleton key into the ancient looking lock and the door opened with a soft creak that spoke of well oiled hinges. The corridor beyond lay in pitch black darkness.

            Kyle hung back, looking into the darkness. JT pulled a powerful flashlight from his black bag and took Kyle’s hand again. On the other side, JT locked the big door. Now they stood in near total darkness, except for the narrow beam of the flashlight. The only sound was their breathing and Kyle’s wildly beating heart.

            “Where are we going JT?”

            “You’ll see boy.”

            JT led Kyle through dark corridors, past closed doors, deeper into the musty scent of disuse, until finally, they heard the low murmur of voices up ahead.

            They turned a corner and Kyle saw a giant cell that stood in the middle of a stone floor. Hurricane lanterns hung from top of the cell on iron hooks, casting a shifting yellow glow all around. No one was inside the cell yet. Men crowded around the cell made way for JT and Kyle. Calvin and Terence waited near the cell door.

            A blond man who looked as big as one of the original Vikings, came up to JT and clapped him on the back hard enough to send another man sprawling.

            “You show him what’s what JT. He’s made trouble for all of us.”

            “He won’t make no more trouble after tonight, Sven,” JT said quietly.

            “Good,” the blond man said, and walked off, trailing a slender blonde man behind him.

            “You ready?” Calvin said, taking JT’s bag.

            “Yeah,” JT said. “Take care of my bitch. Keep him close.”

            “Don’t worry,” Calvin said.

            JT took the short handled knife Calvin handed him from the black bag, then he slid his t-shirt over his head. His body rippled with solid muscle in the flickering light.

            Calvin pulled Kyle back as JT opened the door to the giant cell and stepped inside.

            “Where’s Tyrone?” Kyle said.

            “He’ll be here,” Calvin said.

            Terence walked through the crowd of men and stood on the other side of Kyle.

            “You stay close to us boy, hear?” Calvin said.

            Kyle nodded, looking into the cell. Men clung to the outside of the bars, making a living wall around JT. He stood in the center of the cell, holding his knife. The crowd buzzed with excitement.

            “Where’s the guards?” Kyle said. “It isn’t like this on TV.”

            Terence and Calvin both laughed. “Those games are for show boy. This is the real thing.”

            Silence went through the crowd in a wave, and a path cleared to let Tyrone through. Two men came were with him. He took off his black t-shirt, staring across the crowd at Kyle. He took a curved knife from the man on his left, then slowly, so that every man there saw what he did, Tyrone blew Kyle a kiss.

            Kyle looked at JT standing in the middle of the cell. He’d seen what Tyrone did, but his face showed no sign of anger. The only sign that showed the fury Kyle knew JT must be feeling was a slight tension that made his sculpted muscles stand out even more in the flickering golden light.

            Tyrone walked into the cell, followed by the blonde Viking that Kyle had seen earlier.

            When all three men were in the cell, silence fell.

            “Tonight is a dark game,” the Viking said in a strong voice that echoed down the dark halls, “to settle a duel between gladiators. The man who frees himself with this key, wins.”

            The Viking held up a large, black skeleton key. He walked out of the large cell, locked the door with the key, and hung the key beside the lock where it would be easily reached by a man standing on the other side of the bars.

            JT and Tyrone circled each other in a low crouch. Both held their knives easily. They were nearly matched in size and strength. JT was only about an inch taller than Tyrone. But he was lithe with hard muscle and graceful on his feet. Tyrone didn’t move with the same grace and ease as JT. Fear made his movements jittery. His eyes flicked behind JT, distracted by noises from the crowd.

            JT’s eyes never left Tyrone. His face was impassive, smooth, as if he were spectator with nothing to win or lose. When JT struck, no one, including Tyrone, expected it.

            JT’s knife came in under Tyrone’s extended arm in a rapid swipe. Tyrone jumped back and twisted away, but not before JT’s knife left a light flesh wound.

            “Next time I catch your bitch alone, I’ll fuck him real hard,” Tyrone said in a low hiss that only JT heard.

            JT ignored Tyrone’s words, concentrating on finding weaknesses in Tyrone’s defense. Words were for amateurs. JT’s knife did all the talking in a fight.

            JT came in for another strike, letting Tyrone think he was going for his right flank, but at the last moment, JT twisted back and his knife cut through the tender flesh of Tyrone’s belly again. Another flesh wound that stung like hell, but did little harm.

            Tyrone was an amateur. He won in the games because he was matched with men who were stupider than he was. JT won because he knew how to get to a man’s weakness. Tyrone’s weakness was his bad temper. JT played to Tyrone’s weakness, inflicting light, harmless flesh wounds with his razor sharp knife.

Kyle stood between Calvin and Terence. He grabbed the bars with white knuckles, his face pressed between them, watching JT and Tyrone with unblinking attention. The way JT’s muscles flexed and moved in the shadowy light made Kyle remember how he’d felt last night and this morning on his knees between JT’s legs. Seeing the way JT moved, like a warrior in battle, and knowing that JT was fighting over him, gave Kyle a raging hard on that throbbed and ached in his jeans. Kyle wanted JT. He wanted to suck JT's cock and hear him groan in pleasure as he shot hot come down his throat and called him his bitch over and over.

 The two men circled each other in a slow dance. Tyrone struck out at JT, but JT easily dodged his clumsy swipes. JT weaved back and forth, and from side to side, raking his knife through the air, leaving flesh wounds that stung, but caused no damage. Soon, the constant badgering from JT’s knife and the jeering cries of the men in the audience drove Tyrone to do exactly what JT wanted.

            Tyrone lost his temper. He came charging at JT with a loud cry, his knife held high, his eyes wild with rage. JT let him come, then side stepped at the last second, tripping up Tyrone, letting his own weight carry him to the floor. JT was on him in an instant, his strong arm wrapped around Tyrone’s throat in a deadly embrace.

            Tyrone sputtered and cursed, thrashing wildly, but JT rode his bucking back like a sailor on a stormy sea. The men in the audience went wild, cheering JT on. But when JT showed no signs of letting go of Tyrone’s neck to let him breathe, a silent hush fell over the watching men.

            In the silence that fell, JT bent low and whispered into Tyrone’s ear, “I ever catch you near my bitch again, I’ll kill you.”

            He gave one last squeeze, pushing Tyrone into unconsciousness, then he let him go. Before he got up, JT used his knife to carve his initials just above Tyrone’s right shoulder blade. Tyrone would have to someone carve them out or burn the skin to erase it, unless Tyrone wanted to become someone’s bitch.

            JT wiped his knife on his pants, and went to the cell door, where the key hung waiting for him outside the bars.

            Behind JT Tyrone rose to his feet, like a man rising from a drugged sleep. His eyes focused blearily on JT, and he came after him, gaining speed with all the grace of a charging bull.

            JT whirled to face him, his knife up, ready to carve into Tyrone for real this time.

“You wanna die tonight?” JT said quietly.

Tyrone looked around at the shadowy square, seeking a friendly face. Finding none, he looked back at JT. Tyrone held up both hands in a gesture of surrender and dropped his knife at JT’s feet.

“I didn’t think so,” JT said, and deliberately turned his back on Tyrone. He’d already decided that if Tyrone came at him again, he’d kill him. No more talk.

Tyrone decided to live and JT reached through the bars and got the key that unlocked the cell. Calvin and Terence met him outside the door. They tried to hold Kyle back, but JT signaled to them to let him go. Kyle ran to JT, running his hands quickly over his sweaty body.

“Are you ok?” Kyle said.

“Yeah boy,” JT said. “Fucking punk didn’t lay a finger on me.”

Behind them Tyrone slammed through the open door and made his way through the crowd without a backward glance at JT.

“What about him?” Calvin said, looking at Tyrone’s retreating back. “You want us to do anything?”

JT shook his head. “No. Not unless he fucks with us.”

Calvin nodded, but he looked at JT with obvious displeasure in his hard eyes.

“Leave him alone,” JT said, meeting Calvin’s hard eyes. “Don’t make trouble where we don’t need it.”

Calvin held up both hands. “I won’t do nothing to his punk ass unless he crosses me.”

JT nodded and grabbed Kyle’s hand. “Come on boy.”

Men made way for JT and Kyle, making a narrow aisle in the crowd for them. JT led Kyle down twisting stone corridors, guiding them with the strong flashlight he’d taken from his black bag. The noise of the men had fallen behind them a long time ago.

“We’re not going back upstairs?” Kyle said, peering into the darkness that pressed all around him.

“No baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle along. “I’m taking you on a date.”

Kyle fell silent, and concentrated on following JT through the twisting darkness. A few times Kyle thought he heard far away screams. He asked JT about it, but he wouldn’t answer Kyle. When Kyle thought he could stand no more of following JT’s flashlight beam through coal black darkness, JT said, “Stay here.”

Kyle panicked when JT let go of his hand and walked on, until he realized that JT wasn’t going far. They’d stopped in front of a cell that was three times the size of the cells in the main prison.

            JT walked into the cell, taking a lighter from his pocket. Kyle watched while JT went around the cell, lighting fat midnight blue candles that were already there. He could tell from the way wax had melted down the sides of the candles that this room had been used before. It didn’t have the same smell of disuse as the rest of the abandoned prison.

            As JT lit candles, Kyle saw red brick walls emerge from the dark shadows. The candles revealed a stained stone floor, and a strangely new mattress on an old prison cot. A wooden table that had been new when this part of the prison was built, stood in one corner. Black handcuffs hung from the iron bars to Kyle’s left, just the right height to handcuff someone to the bars, standing up.

            JT lay on the wide cot on his side, one leg up, and patted the mattress next to him.

            “Come here baby,” JT said softly.

            Kyle knew he had no choice. There was nowhere to run. Even if he was willing to brave the pitch blackness beyond the candlelight, Kyle would never find his way out of the dark maze. Kyle walked into the cell, and sat stiffly on the mattress beside JT.

            “You want me to take off my clothes?” Kyle said, looking down at his hands.

            “No boy,” JT said, running his big, strong hands over Kyle’s slender body. “I’ll take them off.”

            Kyle swallowed back his fear. At least he knew JT wasn’t going to just handcuff him to the bars and rape him raw. He would have done that already. Wouldn’t he?
            Kyle heard JT take off his shirt. He turned to look at his sculpted body in the candlelight. His chest and belly rippled with dark muscle. Sweat clung to him from the gladiator fight. Seeing JT fight over him had made Kyle incredibly hot for him. But Kyle didn’t want JT to fuck his ass. Kyle wanted to slip to his knees between JT’s strong legs and pleasure his thick cock while JT told him what a bitch he was.

            “Come here baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle against him. When he felt how stiffly the boy rested against him, he said, “Relax boy. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

            JT ran his hands slowly down Kyle’s body, sliding up under his t-shirt and caressing his hairless chest.

            “You’re soft,” JT said, sliding his calloused fingers across Kyle’s sensitive nipples. “I like my girls to be soft like you.”

            Kyle slowly relaxed as JT fondled his body, running his big hands down between Kyle’s legs, feeling how the boy’s cock bulged against his jeans. JT pressed his back up against the wall and opened his legs. He pulled Kyle close, so the boy’s head rested on his muscular chest and Kyle's ass pressed up against JT’s crotch.

            As JT ran his hands over Kyle’s body slowly, he whispered into his ear.

            “I ain’t had a virgin in a long time.”

            JT ran his hands up under Kyle’s thin cotton t-shirt again and found his pink nipples and twisted gently. He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, his breath hot against his neck.

            “Don’t fight me,” he whispered, while he worked Kyle’s nipples. “I’ll make it good for you, bitch.”

            Kyle, who wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel JT’s thick cock stretching his lips, moaned softly, letting his head fall back against JT’s broad chest.

            “That’s it boy,” JT said, licking and kissing Kyle. “You’re mine. Give in to it.”

            When JT slipped Kyle’s t-shirt over his head, the boy was glad to be free of the thin cotton. Now he could feel the hardness of JT’s muscled chest pressing up against him, skin to skin. Kyle squirmed as JT ran his big hands over his body, down between his legs.

            “I’ll be good, JT,” Kyle whispered. “I won’t fight.”

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, rubbing his rough palms against Kyle’s nipples. “That’s right. Be a good bitch. ‘Cause you’re getting my cock up your virgin hole tonight. You can get it hard or easy, up to you. Understand?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, lifting his hips as JT’s strong hand kneaded his cock through his jeans.

            Kyle felt JT unzip his jeans, but he wasn’t afraid. He wanted to feel JT’s big hands on his cock. He was desperate for JT to jack him off. JT reached inside the boy’s jeans and rubbed his hand against the thin fabric of his briefs, teasing Kyle’s hard cock.

            “Fuck boy,” JT said. “This cock is so hard. You want me to fuck your ass that bad?”

            Kyle moved his hips, pressing into JT’s hand. “No. I wanna suck your dick,” Kyle said, moving rhythmically, wishing JT would close his fist around his throbbing cock. “And feel your come jetting down my throat.”

            “If you’re a good bitch,” JT said, reaching into Kyle’s briefs and taking his throbbing cock into his fist. “I’ll let you suck me and jack off.” He slid his fist up and down Kyle’s hard cock, slick with pre come. “I’ll let you come on your knees with my hard cock in your mouth. You want that boy?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, pumping his hips in and out of JT’s fist.

            “Take my cock up that virgin hole like a good bitch, and I’ll let you come like that.”

            JT slid his fingers into Kyle’s mouth, making the boy lick the sticky pre-come from his fat fingers. Then he slid his hand down Kyle’s body, between his legs, to his ass.

            “I bet this ass is aching for something good and hard,” JT said.

            Kyle tensed up the moment he felt JT’s big finger at the entrance to his ass.

            “Relax bitch,” JT said quietly. “Don’t piss me off.”        

            JT circled the outside of the trembling boy’s hole with his finger, kissing Kyle's neck softly, then he rested his finger against the virgin tightness and let Kyle’s writhing ass push onto his finger. JT slid his slick fist slowly up and down Kyle’s throbbing cock, while he fingered the boy’s hot hole.

            “Oh yeah boy,” he whispered into Kyle’s ear. “This fuck hole’s so ready for my dick.”

            Kyle’s grasping ass throbbed around JT’s finger as he slid slowly in and out of the boy. Still jacking off Kyle’s dick, JT slid another finger into his ass slowly.

“After tonight, you’ll be my girl,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “Cause I’m gonna fuck this virgin hole real good and make you take it like a bitch.”

            JT moved his fingers in and out of Kyle’s writhing ass while he worked the boy’s cock. JT’s thick cock was pressed up against the boy’s wriggling ass, throbbing wildly. He ached to sink into his new bitch’s tight hole.

“This ass is hungry for something bigger, ain’t it?” JT said.

            JT stroked Kyle’s slowly, fingering Kyle's ass, feeling how the boy’s cock throbbed in his fist, and how his hot ass grabbed at JT's fingers inside him. When JT felt Kyle jerk against his moving fist and knew the boy was almost ready to shoot, JT let go of Kyle's cock, but kept fingering his ass.

            “I’m ready for you bitch,” JT said. “My cock’s so hard thinking about fucking your virgin ass,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s hungry ass.

            Kyle writhed on JT’s fingers, trying to get them deeper inside him. He needed to feel something hot and hard up his ass. He needed JT’s cock inside him.

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, moving against JT’s hard body. “Please, fuck me. I want your cock in my ass.”

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, slipping his fingers out of the boy and pushing him away. “I’m gonna fuck that tight virgin hole real good.”

            JT rose from the bed and slipped out of his jeans. Kyle sat on the bed, his back against the wall his legs spread, looking at the way JT’s hard swollen cock jutted up past his navel. Suddenly Kyle was scared again. JT’s cock was so thick.

            JT saw fear come over the boy’s face. “Get on all fours for me,” he said, standing next to the bed, running his hands over Kyle’s body.

            Kyle got on his hands and knees, closing his eyes. JT moved Kyle’s arms out from under him, so his head rested on the mattress, and his ass stuck up high.

            “Spread your legs,” JT said, caressing Kyle’s trembling ass.

            Kyle spread his legs wide, exposing his pink virgin hole to JT’s hungry eyes.

            “Real nice, bitch,” JT said, lubing his swollen cock.

            He grabbed Kyle’s hips, felt him tense up. “You best relax bitch, or my dick will tear you in two.”

JT rubbed his hard cock against the entrance to Kyle’s hot hole, pressing the head of his cock against Kyle’s ass, feeling the heat of his tightness.

            “Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, easing his cock head into Kyle. “Here I come for your virgin ass.”

            Kyle gasped in pain as the thick head of JT’s dick went into his ass. He bit his lip, trying to stay still, trying not to make JT mad at him.

            JT moaned softly, feeling the way Kyle’s sweet ass grabbed his cock head, pulsing around his hard fuck meat. When the head of his cock was all the way inside the boy, he held himself still, fighting to control himself. He’d won Kyle’s ass in front of all the prison gladiators. JT ached to plunge deep into Kyle’s hot tightness and claim his victory.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten inch cock into Kyle’s hole slowly. “I forgot how good virgin ass is.”

            Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT’s thick cock stretched his tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like his ass was splitting wide open to take his dick.

            “Please JT,” Kyle begged. “I can’t. It hurts so bad.”     

            “Shut the fuck up,” JT said, inching into Kyle. “You’re my girl now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch hole.”

            Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in pain, his whole body tense and trembling.

            The way the boy’s virgin hole quivered around his throbbing cock, and the sound of Kyle’s muffled groans of pain made JT crazy. A primitive part of him took over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with the need to sink his cock deep into the boy’s virgin hole and feel Kyle’s pulsing ass grab his dick. With his cock only halfway inside the boy, JT grabbed Kyle’s hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle’s ass onto his cock, driving deep into him at the same time.

            Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong for him. JT drove into the writhing boy’s ass again and again feeling how his sweet virgin hole pulsed around his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying to escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.

            “Fucking bitch,” JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle’s ass. “Take my cock.”

JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a stallion breeding a mare. The sound of Kyle’s moans of pain echoed in JT's ears, making his cock throb hungrily inside the boy’s hot ass.

“You ain’t no virgin no more.” JT pounded the boy’s quivering hole. “You’re my fucking ass bitch now.”

JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls slamming into the struggling boy’s ass over and over. Sweat slid down JT's muscled chest. JT gripped Kyle’s hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly in JT’s hard grip.

“Fucking virgin hole’s so good and tight around my dick.” JT threw his head back like a warrior claiming the spoils of victory.

            The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT’s low moans echoed off the brick walls. Kyle’s whimpering groans of pain were nearly lost under the harsh sound of JT hammering into his ass, making loud slapping noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again and again.

“Oh yeah bitch.” JT pumped Kyle's ass with a new urgency. “You’re my girl now.”

            JT fucked Kyle's ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock. JT's whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was so fucking close.

            “You’re gonna take my load, bitch.”

            JT's voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle's ass, holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle's quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his thick cock hard into the boy’s ass, moaning low in his throat.

            “Take it bitch,” JT said in a strangled voice. “Take my load.”

            JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside the boy’s hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his hips convulsively into Kyle, as his cock exploded hot come deep in the boy’s ass.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, pulling out of Kyle’s ass.

            JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy, breathing hard.

            “Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck,” JT said.

            “I’m sorry,” Kyle was saying over and over. “Don’t beat me up JT. I’m sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad.”

            Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all over, begging JT not to hurt him. When JT reached to pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and scrambled further into the corner, away from him.

            “Come here bitch,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm, and pulled him closer.

When the terrified boy looked up at him in the candlelight, JT said, “I ain’t gonna do nothing to you. It was my fault. I shouldn’t of done you like that.”

            He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited ‘til the boy’s breathing calmed down.

            “Don’t beat me up, JT,” Kyle said. It was as if JT’s words didn’t penetrate Kyle’s fear. “Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fight you.”

            “You ain’t done nothing boy,” JT said, running his hand over Kyle’s ass. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

            When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, “You were a good bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me crazy.”

            Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT moved Kyle’s hand to his cock, while he reached over and took Kyle’s dick in his fist.

            “Come on, boy,” JT said, moving his fist up and down Kyle’s cock, “get me hard again so I can give you what little bitches like you want – a big load in your mouth.”

            Kyle’s fist closed around JT’s semi-hard cock and started stroking him, bringing his fuck meat back to life, while JT stroked the boy’s rising cock.

            “You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

            The boy’s cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle had forgotten his fear.

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked each other.

            “Yeah bitch?” JT said, stroking Kyle's cock. “After I reamed your ass, you still want a load down your throat?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said again, feeling JT’s cock grow rock hard in his fist.

            “Tell me bitch,” JT said in a low voice, “tell me what you want.”

            “I wanna suck your cock,” Kyle said, lifting his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of JT’s fist. “I wanna come while I take your load.”

            “You hot little bitch,” JT said.

            He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs spread wide, his hard cock jutting up.

            “Get over here boy,” JT said.

            Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He took JT’s cock into his mouth and started stroking his own meat. But JT stepped back, pulling his cock out of Kyle's mouth. He slapped the boy’s face lightly.

            “I didn’t say you could jack off, bitch,” JT said, looking down at him.

            Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.

            “First you’re gonna show me what a real good cock sucker you are,” JT said, stroking his own meat. “If I like how your bitch mouth feels on my cock, I’ll let you jack off and I’ll give you a load in your mouth. If you don’t do it how I like it, I’ll put you on all fours and come up your ass again.”

            JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle’s eyes as he slipped his thick cock back into the boy’s mouth.

            “Yeah boy, that’s it,” JT said, sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth. “Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my cock after I reamed your virgin hole.”

            JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle’s hair, holding his face still while he thrust slowly in and out of Kyle's mouth.

            “I’m gonna teach you how to be my girl,” JT said. “You’re gonna take my cock up your ass, down your throat. You’re gonna bend over when I snap my fingers bitch.”

            Kyle took JT’s cock deep down his throat, loving the feel of his thick meat filling his throat with each deep thrust. He moaned softly while he sucked JT’s hard dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard made Kyle desperate to come.

            “That virgin ass was so good and tight,” JT said, pumping harder into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna fuck that bitch hole every chance I get, boy.”

            Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked his face, filling his mouth with his dark chocolate dick.

            “How come you look scared boy?” JT said, in a low, cruel voice. “You better get used to my fat cock up your bitch ass.”

            JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle’s face in short, fast thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing the boy to take his cock deep.

            “Stroke your cock, boy,” JT said, looking down at Kyle. “But you better not come ‘til I say so, bitch.”

            Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking off. He moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth, grinding his hips into Kyle’s face.

            “You’re my girl now,” JT said, riding Kyle's mouth. “You only come with my hard cock in your mouth or up your ass. I better not catch you jacking off again, bitch.”

            JT fucked Kyle's face harder, driving his cock deep down the boy’s throat, gagging him on nearly every stroke. He felt the boy’s body tense, knew the bitch was about to come.

            “You better not, bitch,” JT said, fucking Kyle's face. “You don’t come ‘til I say so. Get your hand off your cock.”

            Even though he was seconds away from getting the release he desperately needed, Kyle let go of his throbbing cock, too scared of JT to disobey him.

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna hump your pretty face and watch you come while I shoot my load down your throat.”

            JT ground his hips into Kyle's face, moaning deep in his throat, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He fucked Kyle’s face using long strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of his mouth until only his cock head was between Kyle’s lips. Then he pumped back into his mouth, going deep, feeling Kyle’s throat clench around his cock.

            “You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch,” JT said. He pulled his hard dick out of Kyle’s mouth and pressed his cock against the boy’s yielding lips.

            “Show me how much you want my cock,” JT said. “Open your mouth real wide for me.”

            Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his waiting lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees, his dick hard, hungry for JT’s load down his throat.

            “That’s it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I fucked you hard,” JT said. He grabbed Kyle’s hair and fucked his face in a sweet rhythm that made his cock throb with aching need.

            “Oh yeah boy,” JT said, between clenched teeth, “I’m about to shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker.”

            JT pulled Kyle's face down on his cock, fucking his face hard while he watched the boy jack off, sliding his fist up and down his cock, slick with pre-come, moaning around JT’s dick. It drove JT wild to see his dark cock stretching the boy’s pink lips, and hear him moaning while he sucked him off.

            “Oh yeah, bitch, suck it,” JT said, pumping Kyle's mouth hard. “Take my cock.”

            Kyle sucked on JT’s throbbing meat while he jacked off, moaning around the big dick in his mouth.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, hissing his breath between clenched teeth. “Here I come, bitch.”

JT’s whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His tight balls spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.

“Swallow my load, bitch.”

As JT’s cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat, the boy moaned one last time and his cock exploded as he swallowed JT’s come.

With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT’s hot come, Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in white.

“You’re mine boy,” JT said, wiping his come from Kyle's lips. He stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, making him suck them clean, then he pulled Kyle's face into his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls clean.

Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up beside JT.

“I’m putting my name on your ass,” JT said quietly.

Kyle’s heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought of a tattoo.

“What will it say?” Kyle said.

“ ‘JT’s Bitch.’”

Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a long time, thinking.

“Can I ask you something?” Kyle said after a while.

“What?” JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced behind his head, looking up into the flickering darkness.

“Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so hard?”

Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing JT, but not touching him. JT took so long answering that Kyle was afraid he’d said something wrong.

 “I don’t like you asking me questions like that,” JT said. His voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.

 “Sorry, JT,” Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.

“You’re my girl now.” JT turned on his side, and reached for Kyle.

Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind him. “Don’t hit me, JT. I’m sorry.”

JT ran his rough hand over Kyle’s smooth, round ass. “If I feel like fucking you hard, you’ll take it hard. Any questions?”

Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The hard coldness in JT's voice gave Kyle a strange comfort he’d never felt before. In a deep part of him, he liked getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his cock, then lick his cock and balls clean. No man had ever forced him the way JT did. It satisfied a deep hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.

And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he’d want JT’s cock inside him again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed with dull pain, Kyle already felt empty without JT inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time before he craved feeling JT’s thick cock stretching his tight hole again.

 Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to JT’s chest, trailing his fingers over his hard muscle. When Kyle took the box of pink candy from JT yesterday, he’d known it would lead to this.

“JT?”

JT rested his hand on Kyle’s ass, looking down at the boy.

“What?”

Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, “Thanks for the candy.”

A hint of a smile touched JT’s dark eyes. Kyle knew that there would be no escaping the fate that waited for him in JT’s gleaming eyes. Now Kyle was a prisoner to JT’s harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had discovered that he didn’t want to be free. He needed to belong to a man like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT. When JT wrapped his strong arm around him, Kyle knew that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin territory.

 

 

 

 

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