(Disaster)
Three days had passed since peace had been brokered, and Max, the slave, had started being punished for his weeklong period. Unfortunately, a new inmate no one had even been aware of had been making the rounds during this time. His name was Influenza A; he had a two-week incubation period, meaning if you encountered enough of this inmate to get what was called a loading dose. This was the point at which you would get sick, about a week beforehand or halfway through the incubation period. You would be asymptomatic at this point, but you would be transmitting it like crazy.
Those who do not work in medicine or vaccine research generally have a poor understanding of how the flu shot works. Influenza A and B have been with humanity since we began to record history for all the muss and fuss about COVID-19 and its variants. Influenza killed far more people. It wasn’t even a contest shortly after WWI. There was a swine flu pandemic that killed far more people than the war did. It wasn’t even close. It wiped out crazy numbers of people. For some estimated fifty million people worldwide, it was a catastrophe.
Every year, several influenza candidates show signs of being possibly dangerous. The powers that be pick the top 5 most likely, which is your flu vaccine. They are often right; sometimes, the one that catches hold is not included in the shot. This would be one of those years. The mutated strain of influenza A had come spiraling out of nowhere, ravaging the public. Poor Jonesy had carried it in and didn’t know he was infected.
This morning, Master Richard had woken up and felt terrible, gone to medical, and tested positive for it. Of course, he was put on Tamiflu, but he would still be in quarantine for five days. So, all of Richard’s men were meeting in his cell, and Max sat quietly as they argued about who should be in charge. The Warden was demanding operations not be affected. He expected his accounting reports during this time on both the drugs and the illegal sex trafficking.
The chain of command should have taken over Clyde Owens or Johnny Eubanks, but neither knew about filling out the ledgers. Currently present was the slave, Clyde Owens, Eubanks, and the three runners, Martin and Laurent. They all looked nervous and lost and were understandably upset.
Clyde said, “This is fucked, we must move the stuff, but the King is never sick. How are we supposed to run shit for five days? Everyone looked at Martin; it stood to reason he had been with Richard Koufax for a while.
Martin said, “Sorry, guys. He never shared his accounting techniques with me, and I am mathematics, which is far from my favorite.”
They argued around and around, and a soft voice spoke up; it was Max Stapleton, the King’s slave.
“Guys, I have been looking at the ledgers that haven’t gone up yet. I think I can do them. His scheme for accounting is not super hard. I am sure I can do that.”
Everyone looked stunned, the slave no one had even thought of. All the boss ever talked about was how fucking smart he was.
Martin said, “That’s the man; he doesn’t have to be a great fighter; we can do that for him. All we need from him resides between his lovely ears.”
Clyde Owens said, “Too fucking right, we move things on the floor, let him make decisions. Hell, the boss respects him, I respect him, and he was going to step in front of an SKU for me. Can any of you believe that?”
Martin said, “He dared to come by himself to me and started what forged the peace between the blocks. Ability is just that. I don’t care where he is in the pecking order. He can do this. I am sure of it.”
Johnny Eubanks, “He’s the most honest motherfucker I know, and he already deals with the Warden. Makes all the sense in the world.”
The slave looked at all these big, tough men, “I don’t have to be in charge, guys, but I can do the books.”
Clyde walked up to him and leaned down. “Listen, man. Your people need you now. We got your back. You have a good, level head and would make the boss proud.”
Laurent said, “Hell, I have got a class with him. He is the smartest guy in there I have ever seen. Why not?”
Maxwell Stapleton felt sick. Tomorrow was Saturday, and they had a shipment coming in. He had tons of schoolwork, tutoring, and daily work in the administrative wing. They seemed very sure, and all eyes were on him.
He said, “I’ll try, guys, but I must have help. Open door policy, if there is a problem and someone has a suggestion, not only what is between my ears, but the ears also work.”
They all agreed.
The next day, getting the shipment and inventory had gone as it always did; he had the week’s books ready to go up to the Warden (That Motherfucker!). He was on his way to administrative and no longer needed an escort. He had his badge to open the wing with, used it, and entered. He went into June’s office, the Warden’s secretary.
She was an attractive blond and smiled at him, “Hello, Mr. Stapleton. Go on back; he is expecting you.”
He knocked on the door and heard the, “It’s Open,” so he went on in.
He walked up to the Warden’s desk and sat the ledgers down, which were bound by a heavy rubber band—another set for Laurent’s people and a detailed accounting of today’s inventory.
He sat down feeling ill, stayed constantly busy, and hoped he had done it right. It was so much on him now. Plus, the Master had locked him in the cage before he got ill. The Master had the only key.
Warden Stanton looked at everything, smiled big, took an accessible ledger, and opened it. He then did some quick calculations.
He drilled those eyes directly into Max, saying, “They look quite a bit neater than they usually do, and they are immaculately correct. Wonder how that happened, Mr. Stapleton?”
Max said, “Probably more luck than anything else, Sir. It’s a lot of work on top of my other stuff. It’s like they are all afraid to decide.”
“Mr. Stapleton, most institutionalized people get used to being told what to do. Their self-confidence erodes; they are quite capable if given the right direction. You think your way through things, and often, your actions are correct and not wrong.”
Max said, “I am so tired, Sir, and afraid I will make a mistake.”
The Warden handed him a coke and said, “Take a couple of days off from working up here. You have made a huge dent in that as well. Go on back to your cell, Mr. Stapleton, and get yourself some rest. Mr. Koufax will be back soon.”
Max said, “Thank you, Sir,”
He got up and had almost reached the door before the Warden said, “I knew it would be you bringing these books to me. Have a good evening, Mr. Stapleton.”
He got back to his cell and felt like he was going to explode. His Master had locked him in this ridiculous chastity cage, and he had the key on a necklace he wore. He had one option, and it was what his Master had told him to do in this case. How do you even fucking ask that! He was frustrated but steeled himself, exited his cell, and went to the next one down the walkway, C. Owens.
He stood at the entrance, and Big Clyde was reading. His little roommate was nowhere to be seen. Clyde looked up and grinned.
“Hey, Max, need some help with something?”
He could not make eye contact, “Yes, Sir, can you join me in my cell for a few? If you are busy, it’s okay.”
Big B&T got up and followed him; he closed the curtain when they reached his cell.
Clyde asked, “What’s wrong, Max? You look like someone just stole your puppy.”
The slave sat at the work desk and said, “This is embarrassing, Clyde. It is not outside the scope of my permission. I don’t even know if you will be interested.”
Clyde said, “Well, just tell me, man. If it is something I can do, I will help.”
The slave said, “Clyde, the boss you call him, is somewhat restrictive with me. He has made it a point to tell me the only person I could ever approach if we were separated for an illness or accident is you. So, I am not disobeying and in a mess.”
“Well, just tell me, Max.”
“Look, I have had all this pressure on me; he got mad at me over going to the new block and was punishing me.”
The slave reached and pulled his underwear and shorts down, and there was his caged cock.
The slave went on, “The only key to remove this he wears on a necklace. If I must wait two and a half more days, I will explode!”
Finally, the realization sunk into Clyde’s eyes, and he relaxed.
“I am a slave, Clyde, so I am submissive; you are the only one I have permission to submit to. If you are not interested, I understand and........
Clyde had taken a big hand and pushed his mouth closed.
“Just so I understand, Max, you desire to submit to me. You need relief because you are burning up on reentry?”
“Yes, Sir, Clyde.”
“Anything you are particular about, slave?”
The slave said, “At present, not a fucking thing; use me and have some fun. You know about the prostate and such?”
Clyde said, “Yeah, I know a few things. I think we can get you sorted.”
He leaned down and put a big hand on the back of the slave’s head. He put his lips around Max’s and shoved his tongue inside his mouth. The slave sucked on his tongue for all his worth and used his back prodigiously. A slave kissing that enthusiastically got Clyde’s motor running. He held him there, and they kissed for a while, and he liked this. Did this slave have no notion at all how hot he was?
Almost always, this slave asked permission or waited to be told, but he was so horny he slid and hand down, and goodness. Clyde had himself quite a bulge; he bet what he was packing would disarm that fucking chastity cage. Sun Tzu’s Art of War, “If one cannot batter through an enemy, go around or flank them.”
Clyde was breathing harder, so he stood up, picked Max up, and carried him over to the bed. He set him down beside it, sat on it, and started removing his clothing.
He told the slave, “Lose all the clothing.”
Max Stapleton, the slave, shed the clothing like Houdini would a fucking straitjacket and chains. He reached up and got his Master’s handcuffs, ensuring the keys were up there. He handed them to the big man, who was finally undressed. His cock was like everything else proportional to him. It was rather significant. He had an extensive set of balls that this on-fire slave had to have in his mouth.
He hit his knees so hard that he made a “thud” sound. He had to do some work, but he finally got the big man’s entire ball sack into his mouth and joyously went to licking them. He didn’t realize it, but Master Richard kept him so charged up all the time he was borderline hypersexual. I mean, if you are his age, servicing someone two or three times a day every day is going to hype your libido up. Most don’t realize that the libido is a circadian rhythm of the body.
As the slave sucked and licked on that big ball sack, big Clyde Owens quickly pulled his hands behind his back. He put the handcuffs on him and got them good and snug. Then he reached both his large hands down and put them on the back of the slave’s head. He pulled him even more into his balls and towards that big cock. He held him firmly in close and let this rambunctious slave take part of his frustrations out by licking and sucking the hell out of his balls.
Clyde eased his grip, “Lick starting at the very base of that big cock and move slowly up to the top. Then start over, bottom to the top, until I tell you otherwise.”
The big man was beginning to assert dominance and take control here. That was just incredibly fine with the slave. He loved it. He came off the extensive set of balls gently, licked up the outside of the sack to the base of his huge cock, and began licking his way to the top. He was not a stranger to using that tongue, and it was like he was making tongue love to the shaft of this man’s huge cock and soon the head once he could get to that high of an altitude.
The slave had heated him so much that he had already secreted a good bit of precum. Clyde took the end of his index finger and scooped it off. Then he rubbed it onto the shaft the slave had not reached yet. This one could use his tongue, and he was all wound up. Big Clyde liked that; lick that big cock like crazy; it felt good.
The slave had reached where he had rubbed the precum, and he was licking it completely clean. It was sexy to watch; this slave was so turned on, and that was turning him on. Was it any wonder the boss was so stingy with this one?
The slave made it to the top of his cock and ran his tongue around the big head. Satisfied, he briefly pulled away and went back down to the bottom and started slowly to lick up again and just as sensually reached the top again and started again from the bottom. Clyde was in no hurry, and this felt fantastic. On his 12 lick up, he finally said something.
“When you reach the top this time, put that big cock in your mouth and suck on it for me. Get me warmed up, and we’ll teach that naughty cage a lesson.”
The slave had reached the top and was going down on that cock. He would get it inside his throat; most people who blew him never tried. This one was succeeding.
“Are you willing to be naughty to beat that old cage?”
His boss’s slave looked up and held eye contact with him; oh, so fucking hot. His eyes looked like he might redefine naughty if he liked. He was going to bottom out on it; that was rare for Clyde. Oh, his fucking tight throat felt so good. He put a big hand on his head and held him down there a minute. He did not resist, seemed to like it even, Oh, For fuck’s sake!
He finally let the hand go, slowly rose up the shaft, then slowly went back down. He knew this was a warmup. He wanted this big cock up his ass. That could be all too easily arranged. Clyde had to slow his breathing down.
He sucked it with rhythm very slowly, and it all felt good. He didn’t have to use his hands to guide him; he was right on it on every point. He let him slowly suck him for about fifteen minutes. He reached down and quickly got his head and eased him off from it. He lay on his stomach on the bed. He was easy to handle, as big and robust as Clyde Owens was.
The big man got the bottle of lube off the barrel beside the bed. Then he laid down beside him lower on the bed. He got a finger lubed and began to use it to probe that tight ass. He slowly got that finger down and started working it in and out. He did this a bit, then pulled it out and added a second finger. It took some work, but he also got them down there. He went to work with them, loosening this bitch up.
This slave was utterly docile and obedient and stayed perfectly still as he worked him loose. He took his other hand and began to lube his big cock up well with it. Now it was time, so he mounted this slave.
“Stay just perfectly like you are a slave; I will be in you momentarily.”
He got lined up and began to apply pressure with the head of his cock to that tight hole. It took a bit of maneuvering, but it finally started, and he began to slide deeper and deeper.
The slave said, “Uhm-Uhm, don’t stop, Sir.”
That was good advice for the big guy driving deeper, as he didn’t. This one could deepthroat him and take his balls deep up the ass. He left it down in there to stretch a minute. He took the fingers he had been working him with to see if he would lick them clean. Man, did he ever? That was like putting your hand in a tank full of Piranha.
Now, he began to pump him slowly but quickly reached a medium speed and used a steady rhythm. He would see how this went for a few minutes.
“Uhm-Fuck!”
Clyde grinned; he would defeat that evil chastity cage with a big cock and regular rhythm. He got the speed he liked and the rhythm he wanted and would keep it this way.
“That ass is tight bitch, and I am all over that prostate. I am going to fuck you and make you bust one for me.”
The slave said, “Please, Sir Owns, pound me how you like. That feels fucking good.”
The big man never changed speed or rhythm. “Feels fucking fantastic on my end as well. Take my big fucking cock, slave; you know you like every thrust of it.”
“Oh, Yes, Sir, I surely do!”
Clyde kept working him steadily and regularly, and he began to try to squirm under him some. The big man grinned and worked right away.
The slave said,” You are going to make me shoot my cum Sir.”
Clyde grinned even bigger, “You most assuredly will slave. And you are going to take my load up your ass.”
Clyde could see it, but below the slave, he was on top up, was blasting away for all his worth.
“Fuck! Oh, Fuck! You made that feel so good, thank you.”
Now Big B&T sped up and put some power behind it. He lasted another seven minutes, pushing in deep as his balls emptied.
“Damnation slave doesn’t hesitate to call on me some more. Oh-Yeah!”
He shot his whole load up inside of this slave, and when done, he just laid there for a few with his dick up inside him.
Finally, he whispered in his ear, “Bitch since I worked my magic around your cage. You going to be courteous and lick big Clyde nice and clean?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Big Clyde sat on the edge of the bottom bunk, out of where the slave had shot cum on the bed. The slave was between his legs, making good on his word. He did not miss a spot and went over most spots several times.
Max felt human again. “Thank you so much, Sir Owens. You have no idea how much I needed that.”
Clyde watched him meticulously work, “Be close to three days before the boss returns if he gives permission. I want nothing better. You are a brainiac, look hot, are a standup guy, can suck dick like crazy, have a tight ass, and finally, a sensitive prostate.”
The slave said, “Until Master is back, you better bet I will ring that bell. If you want me to. “
“Are you crazy? Of course, I want you to be.
The slave Max grinned. Some could, so it would not hurt to find out, and he was not doing anything his Master had not told him to do. He pulled from Clyde’s big cock and went down to the bottom of it. He began to lick his way back up it slowly. The big man was pleasantly surprised when he got to the head and started licking that. He started to harden again, and he liked it. He laid a big hand back on the top of his head but let him lick away.
He could get fully hard again; the few times he had done this, the second time usually took a while. This slave seemed as though he did not mind the work. He soon had the big cock back in his mouth again and was letting the big man control how fast he went up and down on it; Max knew this would take a while, but he liked that and sucked away at it.
The big man pushed him down on it and held him for a short time. His throat felt fantastic, hugging his cock from all sides. He stayed down there as long as Clyde wanted him to. He was hungry for it. So, finally, he began sliding up and down it at a good pace. Neither knew how much time had passed, but it was a while, and Clyde was starting to get a good feeling again.
He got him started at a good pace he wanted and just laid back and let the cocksucker work it. He never paused and stayed right on the pace he had set him. It was quite erotic to watch one do this that had this much hunger for it. Clyde bet if it took all night at daybreak, he would still be going at the same pace. They didn’t know as either paid attention, but he did this for 36 minutes.
Big Clyde leaned back up and got his hands both controlling the slave’s head.
“Yeah, I am starting to get close again; you wanted this bad, didn’t you.”
“Mum.”
He kept going, and Clyde climaxed again; he didn’t shoot nearly as much this time, but it still felt powerfully good.”
“Hot Damn, swallow it all bitch!”
The slave did quick work on it and left it nice and clean for him before he had to stop.
He pulled the slave free from him but pulled him back to where he was leaning and held him close, hugging him.
“Do you know how awesome you have made me feel, Max?”
The more petite man rubbed his big muscular arm, “I know how awesome I hope I made you feel. People like me enjoy making people feel good that way.”
They lay there quietly for a second, and the slave finally said, “Just remember, I serve and am loyal to my Master. This was unusual, but it made me enjoy it no less till he says I can’t. We can do this at times. If he tells me no, though, I must stop.”
Big Clyde Owens said, “I understand, Max. If that happens, then I will never broach the subject. Thank you.”
The slave grinned, “Huh? Thank you, I thought I was losing my mind or really would explode. Thank goodness I had the ‘Break the Emergency Big Clyde Glass,” around.”
Clyde smiled and said, “See, there you go, just using me for my cock. Careful with that, it will get you bent over something and fucked good.”
“As it should be, want to tie me in my bunk and spend the night? Just one night, and I am used to being tied up to sleep well.”
Clyde said, “We can arrange that, but you tell him when he gets back. I know you will because of how you are; we are transparent in our group.”
“Sure, Clyde, parents, I need a good night’s rest tomorrow.”
Max changed the bedding on the bottom bunk and got B&T, all newly laundered sheets, blankets, and a fresh couple of pillows.
The big Owens tied him snugly into his top bunk and laid him down on the bottom bunk. They both quickly fell asleep; tomorrow was a new day.
