(Battle Lines)
It was now on Saturday morning, the Master. Richard Koufax and his slave, Max Stapleton, enjoyed a quiet breakfast. Soon, as they woke up, the master needed attention. His slave had sucked his cock for a while, and then the Master had given him a good fucking they had changed positions three different times.
The tension in the air here was palpable as hostilities had ramped up. They finally finished breakfast, which had been good.
The master told him, “Take a clean change of clothes and prepare the shower for both of us.”
Yes, Master, I will see to it. He set it up, and they showered together, then shaved and dressed. As soon as they were ready, they stepped out onto the walk outside their cell.
The Master yelled at the guard Jonesy, “Good morning, my favorite fat man, who survived that three-hour tour. Please do me a favor, seal our cell, and lock it down until we return.
The heavyset man spoke into his radio, and the plexiglass door slid closed and sealed. They set out and walked up to the opening of the administrative ward. Several people were waiting, and the King’s crew was there. Four other guys were stocky, worked out, and much more prominent than Max. One was shorter than the rest, but he was broad, and toughness emanated from him. One big guy with a crew cut grabbed his Master’s arm in one of those gang-type handshakes. He was eying the slave appreciatively and had the look of a predator.
His master pulled a key card out and used it, and the administrative wing doors buzzed. One of the big guys opened them, and they all entered. None of the staff seemed to be alarmed they were there, and they went right down the hall past the Warden’s office. His Master opened a glass door to a conference room. There were doughnuts and fresh coffee that had been set out. Warden Kenneth Stanton was here, he and the Master whispered for a moment, and the Warden left.
Max was the only one he acknowledged as he went past, “Good morning, Mr. Stapleton.”
“Good morning, Sir,” ‘You motherfucker’, Max grinned as he thought the last part.
The Warden got a napkin and a couple of doughnuts and exited the room.
His Master said, “Bitch, get everyone a cup of coffee then at my feet.”
“Yes, Master.”
Max got a tray with sugar and creamer and began filling Styrofoam cups with coffee for everyone. He didn’t need any, as the medications had corrected his sleep pattern.
As he went around the big guy, the black crewcut watched him with interest. He got everyone sorted and sat at his Master’s feet. The big man reached down and rubbed his neck.
The Master said to those at the table, “I'm Glad you agreed to the sit-down, Cummings and crew. Plus, you as well, O’Reilly. I have a particular need for your skills.”
The big guy with the crewcut said, “You always do alright by us, King. We pay respect where it’s due.”
O’Reilly said, “I will add to that I don’t give one fuck for Fraser and the trash he has gathered up.”
His Master said, “Glad to hear it, guys. I propose a temporary alliance between all of us until the rabble is shown that the original block is in control, as it should be. Everyone gets a cut during this alliance, and I can arrange some things you could not otherwise get.”
The big guy with the black crew cut, “Could you arrange for that bitch of yours to suck my cock? I have watched him go around as he tutors back and forth to class. I would dearly love to have his nice lips around it, looking up at me. We work that out. I have a live-in, but that is next level.”
His Master said, “I know it is unusual, but I am particular about this one, not that anything is wrong with you, brother. He’s not usually community property, he’s good, too fucking good for me.”
Max looked at the big man. He did not usually hear him say things like that. He knew he was close to him, but he considered himself property. It made him feel good to listen to this; it was strange. He knew who this guy was: Euan Cummings, head of the Cummings gang.
Euan said, “It would solidify things. People don’t usually get my attention in a good way like he does. It would seal the deal, brother. I won’t be rough with him.”
His Master was silent for a moment, “Let me check on something man, bitch come with me.”
He got up, and a side door led to an adjoining conference room. His slave got up and followed him in, and the big man closed the door.
He turned to Max and said, “You understand what is happening in this place, right?”
“Well, I know your old slave is back and causing trouble, Master. I also know that he is working with Javier’s people. Besides that, I stay so busy; I don’t know everything, Master.”
The big man looked down for a minute, “Typically, most people would already be having you sucking them all off. Never think another thing about it, no hesitation. My old slave had most people counted in the newer block arranged in an alliance. He wants to come back and me to boot you, or he wants you outright as a live-in. With those guys sitting in there, I don’t care what he wants, and I can see you are properly protected. Of course, the Warden is helping, but out on those floors, one can never say what will happen.”
“Master, if you want me to suck the guy off, all you have to do is tell me.”
The big man grabbed him and hugged him tightly. “I know, but I will not do that; you are my property, but I like you, Max. I know I am extreme and perhaps don’t show it enough. I will only agree to this if you do, I won’t order it, and I fucking hate he is asking for that.”
His slave put his lips up to his after he allowed himself to be bent down to them. He waited passively and let his Master run his tongue in his mouth. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes. He waited for the big man to pull back.
He looked up at him and said, “I will do it, of course, but I don’t want you to think less of me for it. Sometimes, we must do stuff; it’s just that—stuff. I don’t want to do it, but I will do my best. You are the only person I am interested in doing that for.”
The big man held his eyes for a moment. “I could never think anything bad about you. So, you will do it. There will be no weirdness between us; it is a one-time thing.”
“I will do it, Master, if it will help, and the only way I can help. That is frustrating.”
The enormous master got him by the shoulder, “Thank you, and my last slave is going to be sorry he was born.”
He grabbed Max by the shoulder and led him back into the room where everyone was waiting. He sat back down, his slave at his feet.
He looked at Euan Cummings, “We got a deal, everyone gets a cut while we align, all the other help I can get, and my slave will blow you once. You on board O’Reilly, you know what I want you for?”
The big blocky guy said, “I am in; I hate that fucking Martin Fraser and don’t have much love lost for any that are working with him either.”
Euan said, “Deal, send your bitch to my cell at 7:00 P.M., you can use my live-in if you like?”
Richard Koufax replied, “Not necessary, he said he would and doesn’t lie. So, we are aligned from now till Martin is dealt with.”
Euan leaned down so he could see Max seated on the floor.
He grinned, “See you at 7:00, I'm looking forward to that.”
They all got up and returned to the habitat. Max was not the happiest, but life dealt things out at times. They were not living in a preschool, and he would survive it.
Max was on his way to Euan Cumming’s cell, it was about 6:55 P.M. and Osmond O’Reilly was right behind him. He was a Golden Gloves boxing champion and reputed to be someone it was unwise to get on the wrong side. Until this current situation was dealt with, he would shadow Max everywhere. The Warden had arranged for his schoolwork and grades to be handled. He had one job and saw to it Max Stapleton was safe. He meant to do just that.
They arrived at the cell, and Max was nervous. It was not like he made a habit out of this. He served the Master; he had given his word he would, and he had been kept safe. He only knew Euan other than seeing him in passing. He was a big guy, not nearly so significant as the Master or as muscular as him, but substantially more significant than himself, though. He stopped at the cell entrance, and an argument was going on.
There was a guy about his size, Dusty, who had a couple of classes with him and was arguing with the bigger man.
“This is horseshit Euan, I have been loyal to you and even when you ran into trouble last year with your funds, I stayed of my own accord.” He looked sharply at Max, and then his gaze softened.
Big Euan said, “Look, Dusty, it’s a one-time deal; don’t make such a big deal out of it.”
Dusty was blond with sharp eyes, “Come on in, man, it’s not your fault that my live-in cannot keep his dick in his pants. I am sure you are not happy about this either. Euan could fuck up an iron wedge with a toothpick.”
Euan said, “Oh, man, come on.”
Dusty looked at him and said, “I hope you enjoy yourself.”
Then he left and headed towards the game room area.
The big man looked at Max and smiled, “He’s a bit intense and insecure; please come in.”
Max was having a hard time holding eye contact with him. He was not an unattractive young man. He had a black crewcut and matching dark eyes and took good care of himself. He was a couple of inches taller than Max and probably outweighed him by 40 -50 pounds, and it was not fat.
The slave came into the cell. He did not want to do this. He told him to relax and go with it. He was helping in his way.
“Step in here, Max, and step into this back corner; how about removing those clothes? You will give me some head, but I can look. You are a beautiful person.”
Max had taken one of his Clonazepams to relax him a bit. He got into the back corner, removed his shoes and the rest of his clothing, and was excited when he saw a bulge growing in Euan’s pants.
He walked over to Max and rubbed his chest and stomach when he got his shirt off.
“Yeah, get them off for me. You got a nice hot mouth for me, hm?”
Max finally took his clothes off and stacked them in a chair. Euan moved the chair out of the way and began to feel him up.
“Look up at me; you don’t have to be afraid of me.”
Max looked up, and the big man reached forward and seized his chin and leaned in, put his lips to his, and shoved his tongue inside the slave’s mouth. He did not resist and began to suck on it and use his tongue back. Then the bigger man reached down and put his hand around Max’s cock.
“Nice, yours is at least as big as mine, maybe bigger.”
He started pumping the slave’s cock, and he did not resist him. It was starting to feel good. He put his nose to the slave’s hair just above his ear on the right side.
He smelled of his hair and said quietly into his ear, “I am going to jerk that cock for a minute and get your juices flowing. I bet you can suck the hell out of a cock, I am going to find out.”
To the slave, it was an awkward situation, but he could not stop his body from responding. Euan pulled him into his more extensive body and just gently held him there, as he continued to work his cock.
Though it was the slave getting all the stimulation, it was Euan who went, “Mm.”
His grip got a little tighter, but he was not rough. He was holding him so they were chest to chest with one hand and using the other to jerk his cock. The slave preferred his Master, but this was not bad.
“Once you suck me off, you going to let me finish jerking you off? We didn’t talk about that, but I would like to.”
This guy was helping his Master, “If you like Sir.”
“Oh, yeah, I like that, get on your knees and suck me off.”
As Max, the slave, was getting on his knees, Euan unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. He pulled his uniform and his underwear down and it freed a cock that was about the same size as Max’s and a nice set of big balls.
The slave leaned in and began licking that big ball sack of his. He smelled like the soap the Stanton Home issued from central supply had a pleasant salty taste.
“Oh, yeah lick and suck those balls just like a bitch, you like that don’t you?”
The slave reached his hand up and put one ball and then a second inside his mouth. He began sucking them and licking them to the best of his ability. He took one of his hands, got one of Euan’s more extensive hands, and pulled it up to the back of his head.
“That’s right bitch, you want what is in those balls don’t you?”
Euan tightened his grip; he was still not being rough; he moved it through the slave’s stylish hair. If they had him in the live-in pool half the motherfucker’s in here would kill themselves to get him. Richard was fucking lucky, this young man so lovingly sucking his balls. He looked like some model or someone you would see on TV.
The slave looked up at him and began to lick up the length of his cock, slowly. He was good with that fucking tongue.
“That’s right get up there and get some of my cock.”
If the military could weaponize that look, those eyes could level Beijing. He worked up and licked around the head a couple of times, and Euan almost skipped a breath out when a good bit of precum came out, and he took his time to lick it carefully off. He pulled back long enough to lick and wet his lips well, then began to go down on it.
“Get that cock in your mouth bitch, oh, very good.”
The slave went slow and kept going all the way down, till he bottomed out and stayed there. He waited on it for a bit, and it felt terrific to Euan, who now had both hands on the back of his head. This bitch could hold his breath and was a wizard with that tongue.
Now he began and came up a bit so he could breathe. He tightened his lips, pulled a lot of suction, and bobbed on it. He kept eye contact the whole time; one could get lost in those eyes. He was not going too fast to try and get it over with; he was going at the perfect pace.
“Suck on that fucking cock bitch, your eyes say you like it. I like it too; keep that up and find out how much.”
The slave had gotten lost in the act he performed, and Euan’s expression showed how much he liked it. He wasn’t his Master, but he was not a bad guy, and if he were going to do this, it would be done right.
Euan began to rock his hips and match his rhythm, and this was a bit rough when he drove it into his throat. The slave didn’t mind, and it must feel good to Euan as he was getting lots of blasts of precum.
“Keep going, like that, oh you can suck a cock just right.”
In a couple of minutes, he pulled the slave down and had his dick down in his throat and began to unload, spasm after spasm of cum down it.
“Take that load down your throat sweet bitch, so good,”
Some managed to back into his mouth, and the slave patiently waited till he could get it down. Euan went another thirty seconds or so then he pulled free. He reached over to a desk, got some water-based lube off a desk, and squirted some in his hand. He put this on the slave’s hard cock and began to jerk him, none too slowly.
Euan looked into those lovely eyes and went faster; Max felt the burn.
“Uhm-yeah.”
Euan looked down and watched as cum began to shoot out of his nice cock. It was shooting out onto the concrete floor. Unlike the Master always did, he did not continue after he became sensitive.
The slave grinned at him and got down on his hands and knees and started to methodically lick the cum off of the floor.
Euan said, “Oh, hell yes, you dirty little cunt!”
He got beside him and put a hand on his head, not pushing hard. He just guided him as he worked along to lick it all up. The bitch was the whole package rolled into one. He liked his live-in, and he was skilled and loyal. Richard’s bitch was hardcore, making you cum to the max. He could not help but like that too.
“Lick it all up you dirty bitch.
When he finished, he put his clothes back on. Euan had got his cock and big balls sorted. He watched as he finished dressing. Oh yeah.
“Thank you for the nice blowjob, Max.”
Max was lacing his shoes up and said, “No, Euan, Sir, that is my line. Thank you very much for giving me the pleasure of sucking your nice dick. Shooting your load down my throat and then the nice hand job. Have a nice evening, Sir; I will see you around.”
“See you around, man.”
Max exited the cell, and O’Reilly fell behind him and followed him until he entered his cell. He noticed the Master was in his reading position and was working on Max Brooke’s “World War Z.” He had good taste in books. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and rinsed with mouthwash. He came back out and sat down at the work desk. Well, that was over.
His big Master sat up and said, “Look, I should not have asked you to do that.”
The slave looked at his Master and replied, “It’s okay Master, he was honest and was not rough or anything. All things being equal though, I prefer your cock.”
“Get over here on your knees now.”
His slave obeyed, and by the time he was in place his Master’s big cock was out as he had jerked his pants down. He was rough, and his slave loved it; he grabbed both sides of his head, got him over, and pushed him down on it. The slave did not resist, now this big thing was more fucking like it. His Master worked him quickly down to the base of it. He just held him there the slave was used to it.
Soon, he was working him up and down on it, and his slave responded with what he had grown accustomed to. He pulled his head up and down, leaned back a little, and started to rock his hips as well.
The slave was so used to this particular cock being in his mouth if you were to blindfold him and put him in the room with 1,000 men. He would pick this one out every single time. The slave’s throat was getting a bit sore, but he did not care; he moved with the Master’s hands.
His Master let him pull off of his dick and roughly pulled him over on the bed, then pushed him down some.
“Lay you hands being your back and leave them their bitch.”
He got over the top of him and got into position and eased his dickhead down onto his lips.
“Open your mouth wide cocksucker.”
His slave obeyed, and his master shoved it roughly in there and began getting it worked as deep as he could get it. Oh, yes definitely have a sore throat tomorrow. His Master left no time for stretching this time, he began to run the length of his cock in and out of that mouth and throat. The slave kept his arms obediently behind his back. In the position, the Master had all the leverage and used it and rammed his dick all the way down and back up to just about where the head would pop free but then descended again.
“That is the dick that belongs in your mouth bitch; they go together perfectly.”
The slave was getting an intense mouth/throat fucking. He was concentrating on, keeping the thick saliva swallowed down. Then, getting quick, deep breaths when the Master pulled up before he pushed down. It took the Master a while, he generally had good staying power. Eventually, though, the blasts of precum began to come more frequently. He was close, his slave kept his lips as tight as possible and used his tongue quite methodically in the place he had leaned his master liked it applied the best.
“Oh, fucking hell!”
Master had a different strategy from most guys when he busted one in your mouth. Many liked to push all the way deep and shoot it in their throats. His master liked being about halfway in, so it filled your mouth well. He pulled to that length and his mouth was filled full of his Master’s delicious cum.
“Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes!”
The slave swallowed it all and his Master humped a bit more till he started getting sensitive. He finally withdrew it and got off of the top of his slave. He sat on the edge of the bed with his muscular legs spread. His slave got onto the floor and sat between them with his back to him. He put his hands on his Master’s knees.
They were both quiet and breathed heavily for a few minutes.
“Good bitch, that is how you take a throat fucking, and slurp all my delicious cum down.”
The slave’s voice sounded a bit horse, “This is where I belong Master, right between your legs with your cock in my mouth.”
“I should have not put you into that position tonight bitch.”
His slave replied, “Master, it was in your service; you need the alliance. Serving you is what I swore to do, and I will always do so to the best of my ability.”
They both got up, brushed, flossed again, and rinsed with Listerine.
He got the slave good strapped him into the top bunk and put a 500mg cannabis edible in his mouth.
“I am prescribing something a bit different tonight.” He took one, swallowed it himself, and kissed his slave passionately. He got down, killed the lighting, and laid down in his bunk. They were both sated and tired and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Before going to sleep, Richard Koufax, the King and Master’s slave was strapped down into the bunk above him. He thought, I am so lucky to have him, he was good, and was not one to disappoint. He was lucky to have him and glad. Tomorrow was another day.
