(Enemies)
Maxwell Stapleton, who most just called Max, now even thought of himself as a slave to the man he was seated next to at their work desk, big, muscular Richard Koufax. It had been one week to the day since the enslaved person, Max, had been, here lured was too strong of a word. He was now tutoring at the Stanton home as part of his duties. The person who had preceded him as Richard’s slave, Martin Fraser, had registered as a Calculus (1020) tutor.
The slave getting bogged down in work: 1.) He had to care for his Master, sitting beside him on the table eating. 2.) He had his classwork to take care of, and because of all the A.P. courses he had completed in high school, it was not an easy schedule. 3.) He worked 2-3 hours a day for Warden Stanton, digitizing various activities at the Stanton Home and destroying the paper copies afterward. 4.) Then, the tutoring assignment was strongly suggested to him. He was spending 2-5 hours a week at this.
Caring and seeing to the Master’s needs was demanding, but he had grown to enjoy it. He was becoming ever closer to the big man, so he essentially was job one. His school had to take place as job two; he wanted to succeed and do as well as he could, and he was on track to make A’s in everything this semester. He placed his tutoring over what the Warden wanted, though he even put his best efforts forward doing that. He saw helping fellow inmates, who were also students in this place, as more important than assisting that corrupt thing get more wealthy.
Now Martin was back, as he had crossed the Warden, his parole had been violated on the grounds he had been cheating in school here. He had lost his freedom and degree over a struggle between him and the Warden over money he had embezzled. The enslaved person who sat there eating cereal had been talented enough computer-wise to catch it was stolen and how he had done it. It would have been so much easier had he not reported it, and the Warden, who was also a busy man, might never have noticed. Max Stapleton suffered from something few behind these walls did; he was honest. He was a decent young man who had just made the mistake of having a few too many alcoholic beverages and allowing a so-called friend to talk him into letting him drive his car.
He could not accept that time machines did not exist now, except in the world of Jules Verne. He knew Martin Fraser would still be trouble, and he had no control over him either.
“Earth to bitch, come in bitch. Did the capsule explode, or perhaps a wormhole opened and enveloped your ship? I would believe that was the case. The look in your eyes, you were light years away in another place.”
His slave grinned at him, “I am sorry, Master, just a great deal on my mind. I have not been sleeping well, and I am eating but just making myself, not much of an appetite.”
Today was the first day of Spring break for the first classes, so perhaps he would have some time to rejuvenate, maybe get centered better, and, as the Master indirectly suggested, return to earth.
His big musclebound Master reached over and put a big hand on his shoulder. To be such a powerful man and rough around the edges, he was an oddity. He could sometimes be so tender and had a fantastic sense of humor. He was intelligent himself. His slave bet if one thing would cause a potential adversary to miscalculate when dealing with Richard Koufax, that would undoubtedly be the one that would get them.
His Master returned his grin, “Maybe we could do without securing you at night for a while. See if that improves your sleep?”
“No, Master, I have gotten used to it. My great-uncle had been from down south. They had a popular saying, which is the most likely case. He always said, ‘You have too many irons in the fire,’ when I was overly busy. I didn’t know what that meant. I had to look it up at the library, but it is just what it sounds like.”
A new and foreign voice spoke, “Too much for you to do, new slave? One-half of my family was from the south; I am familiar with it.”
It was Martin Fraser, wearing just the standard Stanton inmate uniform. He had just let himself in and was standing there appraising them.
Big, mountainous Master Koufax got up, threw his napkin down, and placed himself between the interloper and his slave.
“I see you still have quite a set of balls to be stupid enough to come up here. If you ever threaten my slave again, I will, and no mincing words here, end you motherfucker!”
Martin was more immense than Max and in good shape, but he saw them standing next to each other, which was not much of a match for the Master.
He held both of his hands up, showing them in peace. “I am not here to fight. Should I call you ex-master?”
“I have heard some country music, since you were half from the south, here’s a quarter, call someone who fucking cares. What do you want, Martin? You should not be up here.”
Martin smiled. He was a handsome man who was 26 years old. He had close-cropped blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and several tattoos. He was probably a couple of inches taller than the enslaved person Max, and he worked out.
“Well, Richard, we can work this out in several ways.”
Big B&T had heard the alien voice and come into the cell behind him. Martin looked back over his shoulder at him.
“You going to jump a man that came unarmed and alone, Richard and Clyde?”
The Master said, “You mind your manners and leave the cell. I will talk, but I don’t see we have much to discuss.”
The slave sat where he was, and Clyde Owens walked beside him. He grinned down at Max and thought the world of him. He had been willing to step in front of trouble for the big man.
In a few minutes, his Master returned and told B&T he could depart. He had sent Martin away; there was to be no deal. He was in charge here and thought himself more of a threat than he was.
“Put the trays up bitch, you are going to get me off and you are going to medical.”
The big man brushed his teeth, and his slave dealt with the trays and other leftover stuff from breakfast. Once finished, he brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. He removed his bikini underwear, which was all he had been wearing, and found the big man waiting on him, sitting on his bottom bunk with a pair of handcuffs for him.
His slave automatically put his hands behind his back and turned around, and the big guy snapped them on him tightly. He spun him around and put him on his knees in front of him. He reached over and got something off the top of his barrel. It looked like a big, thick rubber band. He took it and went down and slid it over his slave’s hard dick. Then he worked it back in around his balls. Then he got another and just slid it down tightly to the base of his penis.
They were standard cock and ball rings, not overly tight, but they would make one last longer, and it was a bit harder to cum through them.
“Okay bitch, start at the base of my balls and slow long licks up to the head of my cock. Don’t spare the horsepower; I want to feel it. Just long, slow, and powerful licks till I tell you to do something else.”
His slave leaned in and stuck his tongue out as far as he could and almost buried himself in the Master’s colossal ball sack. He was pushing hard enough to have his tongue flattened out and worked slowly up the salty sack and then up his massive shaft. He looked up into the Mater’s eyes and slowly worked his way up, making sure it was lubed well with his saliva. He used to have trouble keeping eye contact with people. He was a bit introverted. He could hold eye contact with this big man all day as he worked.
His Master put a big hand on the back of his head and pulled him down onto it harder. The slave finally reached the top, and some precum came oozing out. He took a moment to slowly lap it off completely. Now he eased back down to the bottom and began his run, licking it from the ball sack up the bight shaft until he reached the head.
Today, they had time, so the Master let him do this several times. He was in the mood for something different and knew what was called for. The slave had made about twelve long delicious licks. His Master finally pulled his head away, and the slave watched him lay on his stomach. He had the pillow that his slave used for sleep and placed it under his stomach, balls, and cock to elevate his ass a little. He spread his legs a reasonable distance.
“Get up on the bed and lay on your stomach between my legs. Get into position to rim my ass, time you learned and got good at that.”
His slave got up and, on his knees so that he could lean down to it. He had told me he would be made to do this.
“Alright bitch, this is how you do this, start a long lick at the bottom of the crack of my ass. Use pressure with that tongue. It feels good. When you reach the hole, go all the way around it and slowly move to get it down in there as far as it will go. Push it in and pull it out on each lick, then slowly make your way to the top. Go back to the bottom and rinse and repeat bitch. Welcome to the world of eating my ass bitch. No breaks work continuously till I say otherwise.”
His slave leaned down and pushed his tongue as hard against his ass as he could and began to lick his way up slowly. He didn’t make a continuous run. As he came up, he licked all over, from side to side.
“Fuck-Yeah! Exactly like that, you ass-eating slave.”
The time when he reached the hole and began working his tongue in and out, the Master reached a big hand around and held the back of his head in place. He continued to move his tongue in and out and swirled it on all sides till his Master released him. Then, he worked to the top and began again.
He didn’t know how long the Master made him do that, but he loved it. The Master was all heated up by it. He turned over and slid his cock directly below his mouth. He was oozing precum.
“Clean that all up and suck that cock bitch, I want it in that throat.”
His slave bent down and began licking his head clean. Another big hand grabbed the back of his head and held him in place. He was licking like crazy and soon had the head cleaned. Some had run off to his belly button area to his muscular area. His slave went in like a cum seeking missile, and he began to lick that clean. The hand was again on the back of his head and pushing him into his Master’s abdomen. He finally got it all licked up, and the hand relaxed.
The other hand grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it straight up for him. The enslaved person moved back up, opened wide, and went down on it. He let the land guide him as quickly as it pulled him down. He did want it in his throat. He would get it. He grabbed several deep breaths while he could.
Now he was so deep his breathing was cut off, and that strong hand pushed his head down as far as it would go. It held him there for a few moments.
“Yeah, bitch! Run that tongue back and forth, just like you are, but harder.”
His slave worked his tongue as hard and fast as he could.
“Spread your legs while you are on your knees like that.”
The slave did, and his colossal Master shifted and worked his feet below it. He lifted them and caught his slave cock between them. He began sliding them back and forth, up and down the length of his cock. Now his Master grabbed both sides of his head solidly and started his sliding up on down on that big cock. Slowly at first, but he soon increased the speed. His slave pulled a great deal of suction, kept his lips very tightly sealed, and ran his tongue all over it.
His Master’s feet working him was a tease that felt good, but with the cock ring and ball ring on that would not get him off. It did feel fantastic though. He used every bit of skill to suck his Master’s dick he had learned and had been taught. He was working it very hard, and it was hitting the bottom with his lips on every slide.
Master Koufax loved the sounds he generated working his cock so hard. He made him work it for a while, and then he tingled.
“What a fucking load I am about to shoot your mouth full of bitch.”
He worked and worked and then it began to come out and he halted him while it did, about halfway down his cock. He was spraying that mouth good.
“Swallow that load bitch, every ounce! Show me you love it!?”
The slave showed him and sucked down every drop of it, he did love it. He would never tell this man no. He would always do what he wanted. He didn’t know what this made him. Gay? A slave? A Gay 24/7 slave? A BDSM slave? He didn’t particularly care. He loved the way this man used him. He also gave back, even though his life took a wrong turn. He knew this was where he was supposed to be here. He would serve this man if he wanted him to.
His Master had finished and was now getting sensitive, so he pulled his slave from him. He hopped up, threw the pillow he had his cock and balls laying on for elevation to the top of his rack. The slave would sleep on that tonight. He got on his knees, pulled his slave to him, and turned him around. He wrapped a big arm around his throat to hold him but had just enough pressure to keep him. He reached down and put the massive right hand around his slave’s cock. He began to jerk him non-too gently.
“Well, bitch, you are going to have to change my bedding, shower and then go to medical.”
He pointed his pretty cock down at his bed and was working it hard, and the slave moaned.
“Fuck-Me!”
“I will tonight. That’s an excellent suggestion.”
“Master, I am going to........I can’t hold it.”
His Master just tightened his grip and went faster.
The slave’s world exploded in pleasure, and he began shooting a good load onto the top of the bedcovers of his Master’s rack.
“Oh-Mihm, that feels so good!”
His Master watched the cum spurting out with a wicked grin.
“Shoot that load for your Master bitch!”
His Master never stopped jerking, even continued into his sensitivity phase. He liked the control that gave him over this one. He didn’t even resist anymore. He was his property in every way.
Max, the slave, had recovered for a second. He had changed his Master’s bedding well, put his pillow back into place, and he would enjoy how it smelled as he slept tonight. He took a shower and cleaned his mouth again. Then Clyde Owens had come to escort him down to medical.
He was sitting in an exam room when an Indian man wearing a lab coat entered. The man listened to his heart and breathing, checked his pulse and oxygen saturation level, and had been asking about the issue.
Max said, “I am sorry, sir, I didn’t catch your name?”
The doctor smiled at him, “I probably forgot to tell you; I am sometimes absent-minded. I am Dr. Rahman.”
He took a moment to read Max’s entire file and looked up, grinning.
“My, you are good academically and have only been in here once since you came here for a flu shot. I am going to dispense you some medication; it will be in a lockbox; a couple of them the inmates in here would kill you over.”
Max looked alarmed.
The doctor grinned and laughed, “I don’t think so literally. The first medication is an antidepressant called Trintellix, which may be about a month before it kicks in. I am going to put you on a low dose of a medication named Clonazepam; it is a mild benzodiazepine, and you can take it three times a day. If you need it, take it if you don’t skip it. Then, at bedtime, also as needed, is a drug called Ambien CR 12.5mg. Take it about twenty minutes before bed. It has a fast half-life so in 6-8 hours will be out of your system and not make you feel druggy. Questions?”
“It seems straightforward, forward doctor.”
“We will do this for a month and see how you respond to the 5mg Trintellix; I may have to adjust it. There is a very low incidence of benzodiazepine addiction if taken as prescribed, so follow the directions. Ambien is not addictive; it will kick your Gaba levels up shortly and help you sleep. You can come by anytime if you have troubles before one month ends.”
The doctor got him a lock box and then the pills out in sealed bottles. He put them inside and scrambled the combination. He had two papers; Max had to sign for both. One had the combination of a tear-out for the patient.
Max signed and dated them.
“That first one is an agreement this medication is for you. Please don’t use it to trade for stuff or sell it. You will be subject to a pill check at any time; you have no drug-seeking past and are a model student. If you forget your combination, you can return it and get it. Have a good day, young man; we’ll have you sorted soon. Take the Benzo by schedule if needed; skip until the next dose. See you soon, Mr. Stapleton.”
“Thank you, Dr. Rahman.” He left the clinic, and Big Clyde walked him back to his cell.
The big man said, “I see Dr Rahman is who they assigned you to. He’s a piece of shit, and you can’t get a Tylenol out of him.”
Max looked funny, “Odd, he threw the pharmacy at me.”
As they walked up the steps, Clyde said, “Probably because you are the Warden’s pet. Well, it’s good if it helps whatever is ailing you. If I may ask, what the problem was?”
Max grinned, “Fucking secretary up front gave me the clap.”
B&T laughed, “Yeah right, the boss fucks you so much I am surprised you haven’t blown up or something g yet.”
“He does have a rather voracious libido, keeps me busy.”
Clyde laughed again, “He’s doing you a service see, idle hands are the devil’s playmate.”
Max grinned even more prominent as they reached his cell. “I am beginning to think big because my mouth and particularly my tongue are the devil’s playmate.”
Clyde walked away and said, “Man, you don’t know how I would like to find that out.”
He entered the cell, and his Master was only wearing shorts, his socked feet crossed in his reading pose. He was working on a Koontz novel called The Servants of Twilight, which is a good read.
Master looked over and said, “I see the good Dr. Rahman gave you some of those vile and evil narcotics. Which is going to destroy civilization as we know it. Throughout recorded history, humankind has had access to them, and civilizations have always existed. Some people are too stupid to breathe oxygen.”
He put his lockbox after memorizing the combination and disposing of the paper they were on.
Master said, “Let me guess, Trintellix, Xanax or Clonazepam?”
“Yeah, I even got some Ambien CR Master.”
“Well, the Warden values you even more than he does me. Man, we got every kind of drug you can think up in this fucking place. One does not need Rahman to get them; it is just the cash. Speaking of which,” he laid one of those sealed money bags that has a zipper on top and laid it on his crotch.
His slave came over, sat down beside him, and retrieved it. It was full of money, and he looked questioningly at his Master.
“It’s your cut for the month plus backpay; every member of this crew gets a share. You do more than most, so that was an oversight on my part.”
The slave reached over and pulled his shorts and underwear down exposing his big limp cock, which was starting to harden, and his giant balls.
His slave said coyly, “I believe Doctor Master said something about a hot beef injection.”
“Lose them clothes bitch and climb in here on top of me.”
A couple of minutes later, he was naked, and on top of his Master working that big cock up his ass.”
The Master grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on it suddenly.”
“Uhm-Hello!”
“No stretch period this time, ride my fucking cock bitch.”
The slave reached above him and grabbed the framing on the bottom of his bunk to help. He began to ride the full length of it; he had gotten good at doing that.
As he was coming down each time, the Master was thrusting up, and it was making a smacking noise.
The big guy below him said, “That’s what I call a bitch smack.”
They went hot and heavy, and this was for a bit, looking into one another’s eyes. Both were sweating heavily, and the Master finally got this slave perfectly trained. He could pound as hard as he liked, and this one would smile at him and beg for more.
Oh, this was smoking, and it was making the Master so hot, he needed to load this slave’s ass full of his cum.
“When I tell you to bitch, let go of the rails on the bottom of your bunk and sit all the way down on it. Fuck-Me, better Fuck-You!”
The slave was feeling good and looking forward to that little session they would give him tomorrow.
“OH-Now, let go!”
His slave did, and the Master grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down onto him as he drove his hips up. And he began to shoot way up inside him. Blast after blast of his cum filling his bitch’s ass. It finally stopped, and he stopped pulling and thrusting up into his slave.
“Ease off of me and lick my cock nice and clean bitch!”
The slave pulled off and got to work.
Master Koufax loved to watch him lick and suck him clean with such vigor. This incredible young man who worked hard for him had agreed to be his property.
It eased his mind away from what he had been thinking about. There would be a war coming. He was good at those. He intended to win, and this one he watched must be protected at all costs.
