The King of the Block

Chapter 7

(Loyalty) 

Maxwell Stapleton, slave to what people here referred to as, the King. Was headed down the same blue hall where he had been accosted before, the teacher had held him over a bit again. As he approached the door the storage area, he had been shuffled into the door opened and Big Clyde Owens, or block and tackle came out. His shirt was torn, his hair a mess and we was wearing those brass knuckles specials. He focused in on and recognized the King’s slave he relaxed a bit.

The slave came over to see how he was, “Are you okay big man, looks like you got in the middle of a tussle?”

“Oh, I am fine Max, seems that Johnson guy we had some trouble with, got a couple of friends and thought it would be a good ideal to hijack me this time. Wrong fucking Ideal, that is a fact. They are okay, I just worked them over well, they will be fine.”

Slave Thomas said, “You look a fright, you sure you are, okay?”

Clyde looked concerned, “Even for us there are limits, and this will get me in SKU for certain. They won’t care I was defending myself, most of the guards are okay, but Estes is on and he’s a right shit. One of them managed to hit the trouble button on the wall there before I could deal with them. This will put me in SKU for certain.”

The slave said, “Give me the brass knuckles Sir, I have never been in trouble, and I owe you one.”

Big B&T got a funny look on his face, “You willing to do that for me?”

“You intervened on my behalf we are in the same crew. Yeah, but get a move on they are probably double timing it here.”

Clyde was amazed, no one in this place he was ever aware of was this stand-up. He handed the pair of brass knuckles over they were foreign to Max. Everything about this place was fucking foreign to Max.

He added to the big guy, “Do me a favor and rip my shirt, I dread this part, rough me up a little.”

Clyde looked uncertain, “Are you sure Max, this is quite a lot to take.”

“I can do it big man, better get a move on. Look man, you like to fight and such, I am volunteering for you to do it. I will be fine.”

Clyde could hear approaching footsteps, so he reached out and tore Max’s shirt. He didn’t use much strength but punched him in the gut and gave him an open hand to the face.

He said, “Oh lord.”

“I am okay big guy better vamoose they are getting closer.” The big man patted him on the shoulder and tried to grin. Then took off running down the hall. He was no sooner out of site till officer’s Estes, and Templeton came running down the hall and stopped a little distance from him.

Estes yelled, “Drop the weapon inmate!”

Templeton told his workmate, “No need to be hostile Estes, son lay the brass knuckles down at your feet please.”

Max, the King’s slave bent down and laid them down. Estes took his laptop and textbook and the other class materials he was carrying.

Templeton asked, “Do you have any other weapons son?”

Max said, “I was in such a hurry I dropped the M249 SAW and can’t remember what happened to it.”

“Step and place your hands on the wall please.”

He did and Templeton came in behind him and handcuffed him. Then he was searched for other weaponry, none was to be found.

The closet door opened and two of the three that got the bad end of the scuffle came out, they did not look too bad.

Templeton got on his radio and said, “We need first aid responders in blue hall four immediately.”

The big muscular guard looked at the state of the dazed three guys who had emerged from the closet, then to Max and you could see the doubt in his eyes.

The big guard said to Max, “Had no ideal you had the ability to whip up on three guys. Wonders you didn’t take me and Estes out too.” He sounded very sarcastic.

Estes grabbed him and said, “Right this way young man, we have the perfect place for this sort of behavior.”

In thirty minutes, he was sitting and being processed into SKU. The attendant working had just gotten to him, and the phone mounted on the wall began to ring.

The woman, whose name was Stokes, answered it and listened and said, “Yes sir, right away.”

She spoke to the guard named Harrison who was at the back of the room.

“Escort him to the Warden Stanton immediately. He is to be given his school materials back, and no need for restraints.”

“Yes ma’am.” He handed all of Maxes school stuff and computer back to him, and said, “Please follow me.”

Now he was sitting face to face, across the nice desk of Warden Kenneth Stanton.

The Warden spoke, “Mr. Stapleton, loyalty is an honorable undertaking. I am going to ask you the truth and think you are incapable of lying, as I told you the last time we talked, you are not the sort. Did you have an altercation with those other gentlemen?”

The Warden had him pegged, he was an honest young man. “No, sir I did not.”

The Warden held up the menacing pair of brass knuckles. “Before today you had never even touched a set of these had you?”

“No, Sir I had not.”

“So, you were essentially going to take the wrap for this for someone else, and not because you were scared. Out of loyalty?”

“Yes, Sir he had stepped in and helped me once and I was willing to take the trouble for it. I pay my bills Warden, Sir.”

The Warden grinned, “Well, the injuries and they were not severe, are going to be solved as having happened in the yard.” He slid the set of horrific brass knuckles across the desk.

“Put those in your pocket and please see that Mr. Owens gets them back. Remember, loyalty is an honorable endeavor. Mr. Koufax will be discharged a couple of years before you. The show must go on and demonstrations such as this........ Well, someone must be in charge. Officer Harrison will return you to your cell. You may go, you are apparently made of good stuff. You may see yourself out Mr. Stapleton.”

Max rose and said, “Thank you Warden, Sir.” ..........’You Motherfucker.’ That thought would always be there, no way to shake it.

He got back to the cell and his Master was pacing, he did not look happy. He reached into his pocket and offered him his lieutenant’s implement of destruction. His Master grabbed them and just looked at him for a moment.

“Lose all your clothing and go into the bathroom, I will be back once I give these to fucktard.”

“Yes, Master.”

The Master left the cell and he undressed completely and went into the bathroom to wait. In just a few minutes his master was back with a small bottle of mineral oil. He had also stripped, retrieved their shower seat which was hanging on the wall sat in the middle of the room, and took a seat.

“Lay across my lap, with your head hanging down, I want that ass good and exposed up in the air.”

“Yes Master,” he got into the position and his Master was not too easy about adjusting his slave to where he wanted him. He began applying mineral oil to his ass cheeks and spoke as he did so.

“I know why you did what you did, but you are too valuable and important to me to be placing yourself in danger like that. Those halls have cameras in them, I called the Warden before they had you all Haldol ’ed up. This is going to sting like crazy and it sure fucking well should, you serve me, not take wraps, or put yourself in danger. Understand?”

“Yes Master,” this was the first time he had made the Master angry with him. He only thought it was right, he could have slept for 12 hours on a good dose of Haldol.

Once his ass was all oiled up and ready, Master took his big hand and landed a solid smack to his right ass cheek, Fuck! That did SMART!

He got another to his other ass cheek.

He got 20 hard smacks, 10 to each ass cheek before it was all said and done with. He was not crying but pain like that causes one’s eyes to tear up and run. He did not make a noise, nor did he resist in anyway.

His master asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes Master, I cannot lie and say it doesn’t sting like........well........Hell!”

Him and his Master both had raging boners, and he was sweating, more of his Master’s mystical endorphins no doubt.

Master Richard said, “I don’t take a whole lot of pleasure in that, next time, if there is one, it will be a ping pong paddle. You push it and I will use a leather belt. See how this works?”

“Yes Master, I understand perfectly well, I bet that will be sore a couple of days?”

His master pulled him up told him to straddle his knees, put them together and sat him right down on his sore ass facing him. The anger was gone from him, but he did not look sorry for what he had just done. He leaned in and put his lips to his slaves and shoved his tongue deep inside. He solidly grabbed the back of his slave’s head and held it that way for several minutes. His breathing was getting faster, and he was kissing him the hardest he had yet.

Finally, he pushed him up, told him to get in the chair, he would be right back. He wasn’t gone long and came back with a box, sat it down. He leaned over his slave, took his cock, and shoved it inside his mouth good.

You Must Be Kidding! Fucking Shit! His slave thought to himself. He had a mouth full of small ice cubes the ice machine made. The Master reached and grabbed his wrists pinning them to the chair and holding him in place. It didn’t take long before his hardon collapsed and he was at his base size.

The Master pulled off, and spit the ice into the bathtub, and opened the box. There were several different styles of chastity belts and cags of all kinds of types in there. He held several in place and went with one that locked down onto the dick and was held in place by a sturdy strap that looped around the balls and could be tightened to whomever had the keys desire.

He put it on his slave, and it was in the unlocked position so it snapped directly onto his flaccid member and the ring that went around the balls that would hold it on was loose now. His Master put it firmly around the base of his ball sack and tightened it down snugly and adjusted the cage to barely let him start to get hard before it would stop him. Once it was all as he liked it, he put the key in it and locked it all into place. Without the key that thing was not going anywhere.

He made eye contact with his slave, “Is that too tight bitch, I don’t want to impede your circulation.”

“No, Master it is tight but not cutting off circulation.”

His Master as he stood towering over him, “You will wear that one week and not be allowed to cum once in that time. So, you will be performing a great deal of oral sex for me. Let’s test it and see if I got the cage low enough. Open your mouth wide now bitch.”

His slave complied and the Master stepped forward and ran his dick into it. He watched for a second as his slave’s body tried to react, but as soon as he tried to get hard, but he was hitting the cage almost immediately and it prevented it. That would do, that cage would not go anywhere without his keys to open it.

He put them on a necklace he wore around his neck with several other important keys. He made damn sure they were snapped on good. When he first started here two years ago, he had locked a cage like this one and the keys got lost. He had to go in secret to the Warden to get a locksmith to come and remove it from that individual.

He bet that was not their run of the mill everyday call. Imagine if they had a dispatcher. <” We need you to so such and such address, another cock cage that can’t be opened.”>

“Stand up bitch and move to the side.”

Hie slave stood, and he moved him over the side of the bathtub, shower stall.

“Get in the tub facing me, on your knees, tilt your head back and open your mouth. Stay that way till told otherwise.”

He left the room come back with some of the crushed ice wrapped inside a washcloth. He stood before his slave and held the ice pack to his cock. Son of a.........Fuck! It was not long till his dick softened.

“Put your hands behind your back, take a hand and grab the other wrist with it, and stay just the way you are till told you can move.

“Yes Master, “he complied and now the master waited for the sting of the ice to clear.

“For the week, and that will be seven days, you get this at least once a day as well. I might do it more, anything that goes in your mouth, you swallow it down. Understand?”

“Yes Master.”

The big muscular Master got the edge of the tub and took aim with his cock. He had some saved up, time to use it.

“Close your eyes bitch.”

“Yes Master.”

The Master let a steady stream of piss jet out the end of his cock and hit the slave all over the face and hair with it and got plenty in his mouth. He had some saved up, so the slave would let his mouth almost fill before he would quickly swallow and open for more. Master Richard let his whole bladder drain in the fashion. He didn’t mind this was humiliation and showed who was in control here. He had to learn to never do stuff as he had again.

He shook his cock a few times to get the last drops out and his poor slave’s hair and face were saturated with his piss. Plus, he had swallowed quite a bit of it.

“Stay just like you are and do not move one-inch bitch!”

He walked in and got his cellphone and took several pictures of the piss-soaked slave.

“Do not move one fucking inch, and keep your eyes shut, till I say otherwise.”

He walked in and sat down at their desk, he kind of hated this. This was the first time since being here this slave had shown questionable judgment. Well, no one was perfect, and he would make mistakes from time to time we all did. That fucking Owens should have known better, and he would get an ass chewing as well. His slave took precedence he told him continuously he was the low man on the totem pole, but he was important to him. Had become important to him, and he would learn, it just took time. He was not mad at him how could he be?

He let him sit and marinade for fifteen minutes and returned to the shower room. He pointed the water away from him and turned it on and got it adjusted right.

He got him a washcloth, put a towel on the floor and got him a new bar of soap.

He closed the plastic door mostly and moved the water onto him.

“Rinse your face good bitch then you can open our eyes. I placed you have new bar of soap in there, so wash yourself well. Here is a washcloth I am holding it over at the edge.”

The slave got up and got it and said, “Thank you Master.”

“That cage is built so you can cleanse yourself well, but you won’t be able to get hard while it’s on or get off, unless I fuck you. We’ll see how that goes, now clean yourself well. Get on with it, I am getting hard again and am going to mouth/throat fuck you good. I should pull out and shoot it all over the floor in here and make you lick it up, but this is enough. I know your heart was in the right place.”

He watched his sexy slave bathe himself good, what about that? He was going to step in front of one for an enforcer, that was just unheard of. He wanted to hug him and kiss him, but he had to understand he was too important to be doing that kind of stuff. This could be a most unkind place, no one got a prize for having a good heart and being honorable here. This was the fucking block, and it would eat people like that alive. It was not taking this one, he would see to that.

Finally, when the slave finished, he was waiting for him with a warm dry towel and dried him off once he stepped out onto the towel he had waiting in the floor for him. He had brough his set of handcuffs and began pulling one wrist first behind him then the second. One good and secured he moved him over and put his back against the wall.
“Get on your knees bitch.”

He helped him down, so his back and the back of his head were solidly against the wall. He stepped in front of him and got positioned right.

“Open that mouth and relax your throat bitch.”

His slave obeyed, and he moved forward getting his cock deeper and deeper moving his whole-body in. He had yet to give him a rough throat fucking, he had been sort of medium at worst. This was to be a teaching experience and he might as well get to like it anyway. He got one gag but was then all the way as far as he could get it.

No pause to stretch, he immediately pulled out a few times and then went right back in and went balls deep every single time. Then he began to thrust long and hard, he could not pull back the wall prevented it. He was still getting some mini gags from this, well this should just about wipe that out.

“Throat that cock bitch, Master is fucking that mouth as it should be for a change.”

The slave knew his Master meant business, but his training had been good. He supposed this was getting rough and his training was serving him well. He had to go fast in swallowing excess spit, and a bit faster of catching breaths. Yet he was doing fine, and his Master pounded away. He knew this was going to make his throat sore for a day or two.

Master knew that as well and continued to drive away, as deep as he could go.

“Like having that mouth and throat fucked hard is all bitches should take it?”

His slave just looked up and made eye contact, it was enough.

Master Richard, continued to drive away, but he had slowed down and was not being so forceful. Oh, he wanted to shoot his cum so badly in his mouth, and that would be coming, but he was angry and being a bit rough.

It went on a bit longer at this slower pace but finally his Master felt the tingling first and then the burn was starting.

“I am going to pull all the way out except the head of it. Keep those lips sealed tight around it and let it fill your mouth then begin to swallow it down.”

His eyes never wavered but showed understanding and passivity. Finally Master Richard was ready and pulled all but the head out. His slave had a tight seal around his head. The Master reached down and stroked the shaft with a good grip and there it blew.

“Yes-Yes, swallow all of it, my cocksucker bitch.”

His big cock pumped time after time sending big amounts of cum into Max, the slave’s mouth. It was clearly visible the large effort he was making to swallow each blast of it. The Master unloaded much, the slave swallowed it all, with much work.

“For fuck’s sake!”

When the cock stopped pumping, he squeezed it good to get any leftover in there. Then he drove it all the way deep again and just let it sit there for a minute. The Master and slave understood each other. Max knew he had messed up he would not disappoint his Master again if he could possibly help it. The Master knew what he had done was unacceptable and punishment had been handed out. He could not be too excessive with this one, mistakes did not happen with him often. He would not lose his temper again like that, it had scared him because his slave had endangered himself. That was not his function to that capacity.

The Master finally pulled free and stood there staring in those blue eyes. He helped him up took him in, removed his handcuffs and they sat down at the desk.

“You understand why I punished and am punishing you?”

“I understand Master, it was not my best judgment. I am sorry Master.”

“Seven days for an eighteen-year-old is a long stretch. You will know it by the end of it.”

“I am happy to abide by whatever you decide, if the circumstances were not better here for us, you are being lenient. I get what you whatever you decide Master, as it should be.”

“You know for the next seven days you are going to be swallowing a great deal of my cum?”

His slave laid his head on his shoulder, “That is a task I will never grow tired of Master.”

“Well now, slave, I need to let my temper settle before I deal with dumbass Clyde. Perhaps you would not mind using some of your mathematical wizardry to help me prepare for the Physics 1020 test I have tomorrow. I have most of it but the pressure problems, are a bit confusing.”

His slave grinned, “The confusion is just an illusion, allow me to dispel it for you, Master?”

“By all means show me your physics magic, us poor barber college rejects, that end up peddling drugs and managing sleeping arrangements might just not be cut out for it?”

“For everything there is a beginning, so shall we begin Master?”

The big man got his textbook and said, “Just don’t know if I can handle the pressure?”

“You will handle the pressure fine, you shall see tomorrow, and hopefully no more incidents.”

“Tomorrow always tells.”