(Someone Has to be the Adult)
Maxwell Stapleton was nervous that this was becoming more of the norm than something that happened occasionally. It was Sunday, and he had to go and meet his ‘Girlfriend’ in about two hours in the visitation lounge. Richard, his Master, was sleeping in; he had woken him up in the middle of the night last night and given him quiet the workover. Master might get mad at him for what he was about to do, but he was doing it for him. He had an excellent tactical mind and could see where things were heading now. He would at least try to avoid any of that if he could.
He was walking out on the main floor toward the newer block, and Osmond O’Reilly was right behind him. The big man never said much unless the slave initiated the conversation. When he did talk, he was deceptively intelligent and friendly. They got to the barrier of the news block, and Max stopped and turned to him.
“Sir O’Reilly, I would like you to do me a favor, but I just got to try. You may not like it, but please allow me to do this?”
The big block of a man grinned, “Max, taking where we have come to, I may not be Einstein, but even I can figure out what you want. You want me to remain here and let you enter the new block area?”
“Yes, Sir O’Reilly, that is precisely what I want. The way things are headed, people will get hurt or worse. Some may even get punted to the real deal. I must try and stop that.”
O’Reilly looked serious. “You go in there and get yourself hurt. The King will kill us both. However, for someone who is not a scrapper, you have the biggest set of balls I have ever seen on a man. I will be right here at the barrier, Max. Look after yourself.”
The slave reached out and patted the blocky man on the shoulder.
“Thank you, Sir O’Reilly. Hopefully, I will be back soon. I might come running back.”
“Good luck Max, I shall be here, waiting on you,”
Max walked onto the new block, where there was a new guard named Johnson. Estes had been fired for insubordination. He knew who Maxwell Stapleton was and knew he had no travel restrictions inside the facility. He smiled and nodded, and inmate Stapleton returned it in kind.
Some of the crowd that had taken up arms with Martin Fraser had taken note of him, and now a few were following him. There would be no running to escape. He hoped this was not a terrible mistake. He finally arrived at Martin’s cell and stopped at the door. It seemed that he and Javier Del Cid had become bunk mates, and they were on their bunks trying to catch up on school reading as Spring break would be over tomorrow.
Javier noticed Max first, “Holy shit.”
He hopped down from the top bunk, walked over to Max, and stood close. Now Martin noticed him, sat up, and looked at him for a second.
“Well, if it isn’t the ultimate cocksucker in the flesh and ballsy enough to come without an escort. Come in and have a seat at the desk, cock licker. What is it?”
The slave answered as he sat down, “Thank you.”
He took a seat at the desk after turning the chair around. Javier sat on the desk next to him and ran his fingers through the slave’s lovely hair.
“Thank you, Sir Martin, for seeing me. I am here on a peace mission of my initiation. Sir, things are getting set up to get out of hand; if there is any way to avoid that, I would like to try.”
Martin got up and stood over him as he sat. “So, Richard didn’t send you? You are doing this of your own accord?”
Max said, “That’s correct. I am afraid he will be rather mad at me when he finds out. I just want what is best for everyone here. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt, nor do I want to see anyone get transferred to State or Federal prison. That is where this is headed, sir; it doesn’t have to be.”
Martin leaned down and gave him a good feel outside his uniform shorts. Max didn’t like it but did not interfere, and the bigger man unsnapped his pants and underwear and pulled his cock and balls out.
Javier, sitting next to him, leaned over and looked well.
He said with his slightly Hispanic accent, “Nice bitch.”
As Martin caressed him, “I am willing to talk peace if you will move to one of his people’s slaves, and I get my place back with him.”
The slave was embarrassed. He could not help but get hard because Martin was rubbing him gently.
“Sir, as much as I want peace, I cannot do that, and Master Richard would not have it.”
Martin continued to rub and sank lower, so they were eye to eye. “Okay, then, you transfer to this cell with me. You will service me and select people over here, like Javier here and his people.”
The slave made eye contact. “I cannot do that either, Sir, Martin. When I came here, I gave my word to the Master. To many, that is not much. To me, my word and honor mean everything. Please, Sir, tell me there is another way we can work this out. I am the one who discovered the money you had taken. It was not personal; I didn’t even know you. I am sorry I am.”
Javier said, “Come on, man, let’s rape this bitch; we probably won’t even have to; he will cooperate. Let’s send him back to his King with a sore ass.”
Martin was holding eye contact with the slave, and he had begun to jack his cock a bit.
He said, “You are telling the truth, extraordinary, how did Richard get that damn lucky?”
The slave said, “Some days, he’s not. I goof up sometimes. Look where I am, a fancy, corrupt, experimental prison facility.”
Martin’s eyes softened a little, “Okay, then, if you want peace, this is what it costs. For the new block, we distribute the Warden’s drugs here. I am not greedy, however, because I know what a hard-ass Richard can be. We want 25% of the cut he gets, which is not crazy. Convince him to agree with other little things; peace rules the day.”
“I will try; what else, Sir, Martin.”
Marin looked up at Javier and smiled, then back to the slave, “Not much. You are going to let me suck your cock. While you suck Javier off, as a gesture of goodwill.”
Javier said, “That’s what I am talking about.”
Max, the slave, did not like this, but he did it all the time. If it kept one of his people from getting hurt, he would send a consignment to SKU or the big house, even if the Mater got angry.
“I can do that; though I cannot speak for Master, I will try.”
Where Martin he has been rubbing his dick, some precum had oozed out of the head of it. He reached down and used a finger to scoop up most of it with his index and middle fingers. He smiled and pushed them into the slave’s mouth.
The slave knew what was expected and began licking them clean slowly. Martin got on his knees and leaned over to take the slave’s cock in his mouth. Javier stood up, walked over, and undid his pants; a respectable six-and-a-half-inch cock sprang out already hard. He pushed it to the slave’s lips, and he opened them as wide as he could and let him push down into his throat.
The slave offered no resistance as Martin took his time blowing him, and Javier roughly mouth/throat fucked him. Martin Fraser was slow and steady on working his cock, and one could tell he had a lot of practice; the slave didn’t want to admit it, but it felt good.
Javier had grabbed his head to steady it as he pumped his mouth.
He quietly said, “See bitch this is all you had to do, uhm, tight throat.”
The slave gave first and began shooting Martin’s mouth full of his cum.
He liked it, “Mm-Uhm.”’
The moaning got Javier excited, and he sped up, “Get ready for a mouthful of my Hispanic pick-me-up juice, fucking cock whore.
In just a second, he began flooding the slave’s mouth full of his juice. The slave swallowed every drop of it and looked up into his eyes. He stopped looking smug.
“Damn Right! Cocksucker knows how to swallow.”
They had finished, and Max was standing at the cell's exit. He felt ashamed, but if this would stop people from getting negative repercussions, it had been a small price to pay.
Martin said, “I will be on H block tonight at dinner to discuss the details. I expect not to be jumped by eight guys.”
Max said, “You will be safe in that block.”
Martin said, “When you need to come here and tutor, you will be safe. Maybe your Master, Richard, can learn something from you. How to be fucking reasonable, see you this evening.”
As Max walked away, he heard Martin say, “Alright, over in the corner, Javier, and drop the pants and underwear. Now I am in the mood to fuck you.”
Max found O’Reilly waiting for him where the two habitats bordered.
In a few minutes, the slave walked into his cell. His Master was still working on “World War Z.” He was in his signature reading position on the bottom bunk.
His slave sat at the desk, looking at him, but waited patiently.
Master closed the book and sat up, looking at him.
His slave could not hold his gaze and stared at the floor.
“Look at me bitch. When I am going to be talking to you.”
The slave looked up and met his eyes, “Yes, Master.”
Hie Master said, “What have you done bitch? It is easy to see when you feel guilty about something.”
“You might get mad at me, Master, but I hope you will listen to my reasoning.”
“I might get mad at you bitch, but I will always listen. What did you do?”
His slave felt so guilty, “I went alone and saw Martin Fraser, I have a deal for peace, but had to do some stuff.”
“It is not your place to be making deals, and do you know how dangerous that could have been? Just exactly what stuff are we talking about?”
“Sorry, Master, he and his crew want to run the drugs on the new side; they want 25% of the cut you get for it. He wanted to blow me as a goodwill gesture, so I let him. I had to blow Javier Del Cid. He will be by tonight at dinner to see what your answer is. I told him he would not be harmed.”
“And this reasoning you mentioned?”
The slave shuffled in his seat, “I did not want to see anyone hurt, placed in SKU, or sent to a traditional facility. Most particularly, you, who they would most assuredly target. I could not stand by and see anything happen to you.”
His Master looked at him for a minute, “Come over here and stand before me. Pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles.”
“Yes, Mater,” he got up and complied.
His big Master took a box out from under his bunk. It contained the chastity cage he had used on him the last time. He got it and began to put it on him, talking as he worked.
“That is a workable deal, and we may avoid violence yet. You go there alone, making offers that are not yours to make and letting those I do not tell you to touch your cock. Then giving shithead a blowjob, you must be punished for. One week for this and there will be other things. Your reasoning was sound, just not your place.”
“I understand, Master; I hope you are not angry with me?”
The big man locked the cage snugly into place and looked up at him.
“It would be hard for me to be angry with you. I am not. But still, you step out of line, and I will punish you.”
His slave said, “Master, you can punish me with or without reason. I am just glad you are not angry with me.”
“I am not. That was a brave thing to do. Now get your pants back up, and best get down to see your girlfriend. I will be considering what the rest of your punishment will be. And we have our last lazy day for a bit, so prepare for some getting me off when you get back.”
“I look forward to that, Master.”
He went down, followed by O’Reilly, checked in with Templeton, and was allowed into the visiting room. Once again, he was attacked by the Alien Face-Hugger. He slipped the first of two pouches into his mouth. After sitting there for half an hour, she handed him the packages and told him her life story. She was a sweet girl; he just had a great deal on him now.
Once he was loaded down, she had spent the last ten minutes grinning at him as she used her bare foot to play with his caged cock through his pants. They parted with her, kissing him again to deposit two more containers. There were two more this week than there previously had been.
She had made a spectacle of their parting after kissing him. “I will be glad when you get out. I want you to fuck me till I am sore for a week.”
The new guard grinned at him as he went back in and checked in with Templeton. He and his escort made it back to his cell, and he had gotten all the packages and containers out for his Master to check. He had put the contents away but gave his slave a 500mg edible from a dispensary.
“Put that in your mouth to dissolve and lose all the clothing, then come to me.”
His slave obediently undressed as the Master removed some stuff from another box. Once free of any clothing, he had come to him as he sat on the bottom bunk.
“Stand facing me bitch and spread your legs a bit.”
He had gotten several rings that snapped together and tried several until he found the one that fit around his slaves' balls the most snugly. There were several places on the ring where weights could be attached. His Master had a big plastic snap-lock case full of various-sized weights. He attached four, and they had a good pull on the slaves’ balls.
His Master grinned, reached down, and gave them a good push so his ball sack would swing back and forth with the weights. His slaves knew they were there as they were a steady pull, constantly changing position as they turned back and forth.
Master Richard said, “Now keep your leg slightly apart and concentrate on your actions. Put some leg muscle behind it, hop up into the air, and stand there for a minute when you land. Got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
He prepared, hopped up well, and landed solidly, which put the weights in freefall as he came back down. They reached the point where the ring would not stretch anymore, and the weights continued to want to go because of inertia. It stretched his balls and racked him a bit; it was sharp, not nearly the end of the world.
His Master watched his face slightly redden as his cock began to grow, so he got up and closed their privacy curtain. He came back and freed his hardening dick and balls and sat back down in front of his slave.
“You okay bitch?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Give me another hop; put more oomph behind it bitch.”
His slave pushed off the ground as hard as he could and got about as high as he could go on that hop. He landed solidly and got the same effect. He was trying to control his breathing, yet that was easier said than done. His Master watched his face turn a little red again and looked at his balls to make sure he was not overdoing it. It was also a good test of his obedience, as he was trying to get as much of a hop up as he had been told. This made the Master’s cock begin to throb.
What he had done had been a good and noble thing, but it had also been dangerous. He had to control this one’s bravery, or it would get him hurt, and then there would be some hell to pay.
“One more good hop for me bitch; Unless it’s too much. I know it is uncomfortable but show me how obedient you are to me.”
The slave steadied himself and, pushed as hard as he could, he landed, and his Master reached out and steadied him. It took a moment before he could breathe again. His Master watched as a bit of saliva dripped out of the corner of his mouth. His face still was only lightly red, and he looked down, absorbing the pain. It was not as bad. It was more the thought of it than the actual pain.
The Master decided that would be enough of that. He did not want him bruising his balls or getting them swollen. He reached out his big hand and unlocked the ring around his, ball sack.
He told him, “Make yourself breath bitch long in through the nose and long out through the mouth. The pain will pass shortly, and you have no real injury. The balls are just sensitive like that, so we will not put ourselves in any more danger now, will we?”
His slave was breathing well now, and the pain was passing.
He looked at his Master, “I will do my best to avoid it, Master.”
Master Richard said, “As soon as you feel like it on your back with your head about halfway down my bed. I am going to fuck that mouth and throat good for you.”
The Master got up, and his slave said, “Yes, Master.” And began sliding into place.
Richard Koufax wanted to see how well he did unrestrained and not interfering when getting a hard mouthfucking. He got over the top of his bitch, who opened his mouth wide and had that tongue out invitingly. He slowly lowered his cock down in that mouth and was going deep in a short time. His master got a little thrill out of seeing he had placed his hands bending his back. He pushed that big cock of his all the way down into that throat till his lips were sitting on his pubes.
He held just a bit longer than he usually did, but his slave did not resist him. This, he liked, was ace slave behavior.
“Yeah, that throat feels good, and you will let your Master do whatever he wants to you, won’t you? Just make a noise to let me know.”
“Mihm.”
The Master began fucking that mouth and going down into his throat hard. He made a bit of a reaction noise every time he drove in hard, but those hands never came from behind his back. He was keeping his lips tight, licking like a champ, and keeping those teeth pulled back good. Master pumped and pumped he was looking to make that tight throat sore tomorrow. His slave was so obedient, and he was rocking so fast into such tightness, it would not last long. Still, he poured it on, this was the hardest mouthfucking he had been given yet. He laid still and took it as he should, oh fucking sexy.
He began to burn and tingle. When he felt he was about to cut loose, he pulled his head up about ¾ ways, and there it went.
“Swallow it all, cocksucker, my Max, fuck yes.”
His slave was working his hardest to stay ahead of it, he loved his Master being aggressive like this with him. At least being mouthfucked from the top he got a gravity assist. Plus, he was working hard, and finally, it was over. The Master squeezed any that might be left over in the shaft and got a bit more. Then he pulled off from him, so fucking good.
“Ace fucking job bitch, now sit at your table and be quiet till shithead shows up.”
His slave, Max, looked at him and said, “Yes, Master.”
He got up, pulled his pants up, sorted them, and then went to work on some reading.
Master Richard got himself sorted away and got back in his reading position for some more, “World War Z.” Secretly, he was proud of his slave; there was no doubt he had the best one in the fucking place.
The time passed and it was time.
Martin stuck his head in the door of their cell, “You guys going to kill me or what?”
Master Richard stood up. “You were promised safe passage, and you will have it. Come on in.”
Martin Fraser entered the cell and smiled at Max.
Martin asked, “We have a deal, man; I think it is fair for everyone. Your bitch is incredibly brave.”
Richard Koufax, “Deal is exactly what you asked for, but instead of 25% of the cut on that block, I will only go 20%. That is just out of our take; it doesn’t affect what goes to Stanton. We have peace and freedom of passage everywhere for everybody. No grudges are held; nobody gets shanked in the yard or banged in the shower. Your runners report to me and their inventory had better be right. Non-negotiable.”
Martin said, “That 5% is a real dick punch, but your slave made a great deal of sense. Peace is better, there is no SKU, nobody gets punted, and nobody must worry about where they go. We can live on the 20% before you even ask, our runners will be Javier’s crew. He’s an ass but can be a dependable one, they will report to you once a week for inventory.”
Richard Koufax said, “That sounds workable; we can deal with that one.”
Martin pointed to Max, “That one there has got some brains and, furthermore, some balls. He’s a big-picture type; I could never serve you like he does. That’s one you should listen to, Richard; maybe we all should. Deal, brother, and let peace reign. Javier and his losers will be by this Saturday. Is after lunch, okay?”
Master Richard said, “That will work fine.”
“Good evening to you, gentlemen, it’s always a pleasure doing business.”
Thank goodness, Martin turned and left so everyone could come off Defcon 1.
The Master looked over at his slave, “That was a real compliment he paid you; I think after sucking your dick, he may be in love.” The big man laughed.
His slave said, “Good grief, no, there is only one arrangement I have back here, and that is solid with you, Master. Unfortunately, I have an arrangement with that shithead Warden too.”
His Master said, “Till we find a way to rid ourselves of him, that works in my favor too. He needs you and he knows you do what I say.”
“That is very true Master.”
His Master said, “Damn classes start back tomorrow. Get undressed, and on your knees in the bathtub; you are getting a piss shower for a week as well till you learn to stay away from danger. Though what you did worked out, it only takes once for it not to.”
“Yes, Master.” His slave stood up and obediently started to undress.
His Master enjoyed watching him strip and he would enjoy emptying his bladder on him, probably fuck him during lights out. Now he was a slave, above all the slaves here, Yet the Master still got to piss on him and fuck him at his leisure.
Lights will be out soon, then see what tomorrow offers up.
