(Hell Weekend Part 2)
The slave, Max Stapleton, was this weekend now known as, The Prison Bitch. He was not having the most fabulous time in the world, considering the present company he was in. He had been kept busy carrying them beer and mixing them drinks. Roosevelt Khan, whose father owned this house, had to show him how to combine the drinks he was fixing. Max was only 18 and did not hang with a crowd of friends who consumed alcohol. Then, one exception landed him a correction facility. His parents were not big drinkers, so he was not around much. He was not allowed to go clothed, and a great debate occurred among them momentarily.
Jack Nelson and Daniel Williams had one of those giant iPads, and they invited the other two over to watch something they had discovered. He heard snippets of what they were saying.
"Yeah, that baby pool out in the backyard."
So, Jack and Daniel went outside to the yard to retrieve it. Roosevelt Khan walked over to Max, smiling.
"Good news, prison bitch you should be happy."
Max figured any news he had was not good, so he regarded him skeptically.
He forced a grin, "What is the happy occasion, sir?
The junior Khan said, "We have debated it, and we will let you drink some with us."
Max said, "I am not much of a drinker, sir."
Daniel and Jack entered the living room carrying one of those blue plastic baby pools. The flooring had yellow ducks.
He told Max, "Go into the kitchen and get a six-pack of tall boys out of the fridge. Have something in my bedroom for you."
He ran up the stairs as their prison bitch went to get the beer. Max was not a massive fan of alcohol, as it always gave him a hangover. He retrieved the six beers and came back. Khan was back and was getting undressed.
Mark Wright told him, "Put those on the floor beside the pool, prison bitch. Then lay down on your back in the center of the pool."
Max did as he was told. He didn't know what they had been watching was a video of a fraternity hazing ritual on the iPad. Mark came over with a large orange funnel and pushed the end to Max's mouth.
He smiled down at him and said, "Open up and hold this down in your mouth good; use both hands to keep it steady, prison bitch."
Max put the funnel in his mouth, reached up, and held it with both hands. All three of them made their way over to him. Mark stood over him and began to spit down into the funnel. Ravity did the rest. The funnel started slowly making its way down into Max's mouth.
When they got over to him, Khan took his clothes off and began to throw them on the couch. Daniel and Jack picked him up and then positioned the younger Khan such that the crack of his ass was at the top of the funnel.
Daniel said, "Mark, grab a beer, and let's give our guest from prison a drink."
Mark smiled as he reached over and grabbed one of the big beer cans, staring right at Max. He was an intelligent guy and could see what was happening here. These guys were assholes. Perhaps that was not the best word to use. Mark stood over him, smiling down at him and the funnel through the crack of Roosevelt Khan's ass. Then began to pour the contents of the can down the top of his ass, and it ran down and mostly landed in a funnel after traveling over the surface area of his ass.
Most of it landed in the funnel and began to flood the prison bitch's mouth. ome splashed on his face, head, and chin. ark kept a steady stream going, and Max had to swallow it quickly.
Khan said, "Mark grab a phone and tape this shit when you grab another beer." This suggestion fired every engram in Max's head. That is an excellent suggestion, assholes.
The first can of beer was empty, so Mark stepped over to grab his cell phone. e got that, retrieved another can, and came back.
Khan asked from above him, "Does the crack of my ass give that beer a delightful flavor, prison bitch?"
Mark was taping it now and began pouring the second can a bit more slowly. That as well flowed down Roosevelt's ass and streamed steadily into the funnel, and gravity carried it down into their prison bitch's mouth. Max knew they probably had the phone set to record that to the phone back up. A cloud-based format someplace. They were drunk and getting sloppy. He would need one more element before returning to the Stanton Home.
Maxwell Stapleton found this humiliating to make things worse. The man pouring the beer he was having to guzzle was the one that put him in prison. Plus, he was getting this on video. They would probably post this all over the place. Max had to lay there and drink it until all six beers were down his gullet. About the third beer, it began to hit him. When they finished, he was intoxicated. He was just not a big drinker. That was a great deal of alcohol that fast for a novice.
They put Khan down and brought a towel, which he used to dry his ass with first, then used it to clean the prison bitch's face.
Khan took Max by the arm and said, "I am going to put him in the shower with me so he can blow me. We Will be back shortly."
Max let him lead him upstairs, and they went into his bedroom and then into the bathroom. Han locked the door, got two washcloths, and put a towel on the floor. He opened the shower stall with the water running.
"Get inside prison bitch."
Khan got inside with him and closed the door. He looked at Mark for a second and asked, "Are you going to be good and do what I say?"
Max said, "You guys are in charge. Really don't have much of a choice."
Roosevelt Khan said, "You do not tell anyone about this if they ask. I brought you in here and made you blow me. Understand?"
The prison bitch said, "I understand."
Khan pulled his head down a little and put his lips to his. Max was temporarily confused, but he was holding his lips to his with his lips slightly parted. Then, it dawned on Max's drunk mind that Roosevelt Khan, the Governor's son, was gay. What he was doing downstairs was conforming to peer pressure and a show.
Max was not so used to this, but he might be able to take advantage of this at some point. He stuck his tongue into Khan's mouth and responded hotly. The Governor's gay son did not get laid too much.
Max was not like those guys downstairs; he sympathized with Roosevelt Khan. When working together, the young man had always been friendly in the administrative wing. He was probably in a difficult situation because his expectations of him would be higher than most. When your father was the Governor, it was not like you could just come home one day. Then say, guess what, I am gay.
Khan had reached down and put his hand on Max's cock and was holding it with a firm grip.
Khan asked, "If I suck your cock, will you not tell anyone? You have a very nice one, and I want to."
Max pulled away from him, grinned, and said, "I won't tell anyone."
Roosevelt Khan got on his knees in the shower and put Max's nice cock in his mouth. Then began to work it hungrily and reached around and held his ass. He was trying to get all the way down on it. It felt good to Max, between the hot water, the alcohol, and this young man's hot mouth on his cock.
Max Stapleton could see how this had gone now. This guy was on his knees before him and was the architect of this. Max was wondering why it had been him. Roosevelt was familiar with him. So, he used his friend's presence and his father's absence to concoct the plan for this graduation party. Warden Stanton was so corrupt he would easily throw him at them for the weekend to curry favor with the state Governor. Warden Stanton habitually used Max, which might reach and bite him one day.
Roosevelt Khan was really after it, and he was hungry for it. Working his tight lips up and down his shaft quickly and licking like wild. This was making the one that was supposed to be the prison bitch feel good.
"Oh-Uhm."
Mark Wright's presence was just bad luck, and life broke that way sometimes. As he watched Khan work so fervently, he could understand. Max had never been one to use people; he was just not that way. In his moment of need, when he had gone to Big B&T, it had taken him half an hour to ask. This one had manipulated quite a lot just for a little bit of this. He guessed he didn't mind using people so much.
He was getting wave after wave of pleasure now, and he grinned slightly. He would love to have his Master or big B&T present to introduce those three downstairs. That would genuinely be Hell on Earth for those three. He was getting close; he just touched Khan's head from reflex. He was usually handcuffed or tied up for this.
He said in a low voice that the shower would cover from the outside, "I am about to shoot cum all over the place."
The young man sucking his cock looked up at him and kept working away. It began to tingle, and then he unleashed it into his hot mouth. Time after time, his body shot it. Rosevelt had a New Deal. Okay, his new deal was to swallow every drop of it.
Max looked down at him. He had stopped. Hot liquid flooded down into this young man's mouth, swallowing it away.
The prison bitch, so on this deal, was the one standing and said, "Uhm-Uhm."
He was trying not to make too much noise. He had told him he would not tell anyone. He did not break his word; Johnny Eubanks had called him the most honorable motherfucker he knew, which was high praise from him.
For just a few minutes, Khan held his cock in his mouth and looked up at him. Max looked down at him and took his hand away from his head.
In a minute, Khan got up and said in his ear, "Will you suck mine now, but not because there are four of us making you. Because I am asking you to, and you might like it?"
Max replied, "I would be glad to, as I have been in that spot recently. I know how you must act around your friends."
He got down on his knees and got the progeny of the state's leader's son's dick in his mouth, and went to work on it. Men in Max's position were as bright as him and could get proof of how this young man had acted and use that to be released early from prison. He would not go after him, but if he got chewed up, make your bed sort of thing.
Khan had never been with anyone as skilled as Max at this before, but this time, he went slower. He wanted this young man to enjoy it and had the skill to make it happen. He watched as the handsome guy from the prison home gently worked him. He wished he could have this all the time, maybe someday.
His prison bitch managed to stretch it out for fifteen beautiful minutes. Then he began to shoot his mouth full of cum. Max took it all till he was done, then stood up.
He said, close to Max's ear, "I can't be like this around them. I'm sorry about that."
Max said, "It's okay, just for nothing. Mark Wright will throw you under a bus if he can."
Khan looked at him and nodded. The two finished and dried and went back downstairs. Khan had put on a pair of jogging pants.
The three assholes were waiting. Jack saw them first. He said, "Here are the newlyweds. How was it, Khan?"
Roosevelt Khan looked over at Max, then down a little, and said, "He could suck the white off of a golf ball."
Daniel said, "Well, prison bitch, now all cleaned up, we'll just have to get you dirty again."
Mark said, "Let's do the bottle thing, but since he got serviced in the shower, Khan, you are out for a while? "
Khan asked, "What bottle thing?"
Daniel said, "We will have a good old game of spin the bottle. Instead of which one of us lands on getting a kiss, we get an hour or, if it takes less, in the bedroom alone with our private prison bitch."
Khan started to say something, but they were already getting one of the Coke bottles they were using as a mixer and setting up. He looked over at Max, made eye contact, and looked down. Mark Wright, Daniel Williams, and Jack Nelson sat in a circle on the floor.
Jack asked Khan, "Why don't you give him a big mouthful of some of that liquor?
Khan got a bottle of Wild Turkey White Label because he figured it would be easier for Max if he were good and lit. He walked up to Max with it and held it down where his cock was. "On your knees, prison bitch, I am going to ejaculate some liquor in your mouth."
Daniel said, "If you could fucking ejaculate liquor for real, we never would get Jack Nelson off of your cock."
Everyone but Max laughed and got down on his knees in front of Khan. He stepped forward and stuck the bottle opening into his mouth.
One of the three about to spin the bottle said, "OH-OH, here it comes!"
Khan quickly turned up the bottle and gave Max a good mouthful of drink, but he didn't go overboard.
Nelson said, "I know what we can do. If you have an enema kit, we can give him an enema of vodka or PGA."
Khan looked over and sharply said, "No! You are a fucking dumbass. Did you not read about the college students doing that during hazing and one kid dying from alcohol poisoning? We like to get our cocks sucked and fuck, but we are not into offing someone with your stupid-assed ideals."
Nelson said, "Okay, man, chill."
Khan winked down so the others did not see, "Here faggot I am having a second nut-bust; swallow it all."
He poured a little bit more into his mouth. He didn't want to make him sick or have a horrible hangover.
The three spun the bottle, and it landed on Daniel Williams.
He got up, grinning, and came and got Max by the arm and started leading him upstairs.
Max, or the artist formerly known as prison bitch, was drunk now, not wasted so, but he was intoxicated. Daniel stopped in an office in a big hall and pulled Max after him; there was a big box full of cords; he stopped, picked several out, and then took him down to a bedroom. They went in, and he locked the door.
"Okay, prison bitch, lean over the bed and put your hands behind your back." Max leaned over the bed and put his hands behind his back.
Daniel looped a strong cord around his hands and arms and tightened them. He tied that off, leaned down, and talked in Max's ear. "Too bad, prison bitch, I was hoping you didn't want to be tied, then I would have looped it around your throat and choked you out, and you would have woken up with a headache and me fucking you."
He flipped Max around, leaned down, and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Max just instinctively reacted to this, and Daniel liked his reaction.
He pulled up away from bitch, "I was just shitting you about the cord around the throat thing. Who needs a cord when an arm bar does the trick, sleeper hold? You don't need those either once you are tied up."
He laid on top of the prison bitch and began roughly kissing him again. He put his crotch up, which had a big bulge, and started humping his abdomen with it.
He pulled free again, "Lot of advantages with you prison bitch. Do pretty much what I want to you and get away with it. I can shoot all the loads I want up that ass of yours, and don't think you can get pregnant."
He started pulling his clothes off and lying on a dresser. He got Max up on the bed well and laid down over top of him. He reached a big hand down and firmly grabbed the prison bitch's balls.
"Now we are going to play a little game, prison bitch. You are going to do everything I say, or I will squeeze your balls so hard it will make you throw up, and then I will still squeeze. If you do what I tell you, all that can be avoided. Will you do what I tell you, or do I need to demonstrate?"
Max thought, what an ass, "Yes, I will do what you want. No need to destroy my balls."
"I am going to get you on your knees on the floor. Just warm me up because I am going to fuck you hard."
Prison bitch was on his knees, and Daniel Williams had the head of his cock up to his lips. "What are you waiting for, prison bitch?"
"You didn't tell me to do anything."
Daniel Williams was drunk and laughed, "Open your mouth, prison bitch."
Max opened, and Williams began sliding his dick inside and went down to his pubes. He stood there down in Max's throat, took a finger, and ran it around where his lips were meeting his pubes. Then he began rocking his hips back and forth. He grabbed the back of Max's head and began to pull it in rhythm to his rocking, so he was going like a game of cards every time-All in.
"By the time all four of us are done with you this weekend, you will think prison is tame."
Max thought, you just haven't been in one buddy and would be in the rent pool.
Max was rather drunk and decided that Junior here needed a bit of taming. He rocked his head back and forth much faster than Daniel Williams pulled it. He was going so fast that he temporarily stopped rocking his hips. Max had spent lots of time with thick ten-point-two inches being rocked in and out of his mouth and throat. This barely over seven was not very intimidating.
Williams just stood there for a moment, sort of overcome. Damn, that felt good, and he was buzzed, fuck that he was drunk. "Fuck prison bitch, you sure can smoke a pole; work on that cock."
It was wearing on this one. He was not accustomed to such intensity. He was moaning and just had his hands on the prison bitch's head; Max was still going hard at it.
Daniel Williams could not hold up against this. He was beginning to tingle and burn. It was coming now, literally, for sure. "Don't slow down, prison bitch; you are about to get your reward."
The cum began flooding into the prison bitch's mouth, and he swallowed it as fast as it arrived. He worked till he was done but didn't push into his sensitivity. He eased off, then paused for a minute and pulled away. Got his breath back, and as soon as he did, he got a USB cord and walked behind their prison bitch, and wrapped it around his throat. There's no pressure yet; it was just there.
He leaned down and said in a low voice, "Okay, prison bitch, I have always wanted to do this. I am afraid it's to be the old choke and fuck for you. Perhaps you will get lucky, and I do it right. Maybe you get semi-lucky, and the worst you do is pass out. Maybe I go a bit longer, and you get brain damage, then we claim you hung yourself. Then, possibly, you don't wake up at all. Guess we will see."
Max was calm and said, "I would be cautious if I were you."
"Why should I be careful, prison bitch? I am not the one about the get choked till they shit themselves."
Max was calm and said evenly, "Oh, I am here tied up. There is nothing I can do about it. The gang I belong to in prison may feel much differently about it. See, they like me, and most of their heavy hitters will be out in less than two years. They are men without a sense of humor who think highly of me, and the prison I am in is for the smart ones. You can't buy enough guns, hire enough protection, and they will find you no matter where you go."
Daniel Williams had a reason to pause here.
Max went on, "I would not count on the police, a mysterious death involving the presence of the Governor of Illinois' son. That might draw some attention, so the worst motherfucker's you could imagine who will find you anyplace you go, and possibly the police looking as well. No atter how one butter those pancakes, that's a bad day."
Daniel Williams removed the cord and said, "Oh Hell, I was just trying to spook you."
Max, the designated prison bitch thought, I'm sure that is all that you intended. They remained in the room till the hour was up, and then Daniel led Mark back downstairs. Most everyone was wasted and tired.
Khan said, "Sleeping arrangements, pick a bedroom, parties at my house, arranged by my dad. The prison bitch sleeps with me."
Daniel and Mark called rooms; the main bedroom was off-limits. Two bedrooms were Khan's younger sisters, so they were off limits.
Nelson said, "Khan, you got the biggest room and our holes. Can I bunk in a sleeping bag on your floor?"
It was all Khan could do not to cuss, "Well, I guess so, but we have all day tomorrow and Sunday. So, wake up with wood, and you wait until in the morning."
They all went to their rooms, and while Nelson was getting his sleeping bag, Khan quickly pulled some high-quality lube out of his dresser drawer and put it under the cover at the back of the bed. He took his jogging pants off but put them in the back of the bed, leaving Max lying on the outside. As he was getting set up, he was obsequious about it.
Khan had Max's left arm pulled back behind him under the covers. He squirted some lube on his left hand and laid it on his cock and balls. He had a wave machine going that would cover all the noise. As soon as Nelson got the lights out, this was a game Max knew well.
He began to slowly massage his cock and balls well and got the lube spread out well. Then he slowly stroked the shaft of Khan's cock. He knew how to do this without getting off quickly and making it feel good. Khan let him do this for a few minutes, leaned over, and whispered in his ear.
"I want to fuck you up the ass. Is that okay?"
Max reached back and got hold of the upper part of his buttocks, trying to pull him forward as best he could. He could not move him from here, but Roosevelt Khan got the message. Quietly slid closer to Max, reached down, and parted his cheeks.
Max reached back and lined the head of his cock up to enter him. As Nelson lay on the floor, all passed out, oblivious. Khan was lying behind Max Stapleton, gently fucking him. Their guest from the prison reached back, got hold of the side of his upper ass, and slowed him down. Let this last a while, and let the guy enjoy himself. It was but a short time, he surmised, that joy would turn to ash.
The young man behind him leaned close and put his nose on Max's neck. And as the house was quiet, slowly and he steadily slid his dick in and out of him. There would be more of this, and Khan would have to play his part, but there would also be times when he could see what life could be. He reached around Max and gently took his balls in his hands.
Tomorrow, the show would go on. For now, he would be his authentic self.
