Hell Weekend Part 3
Max Stapleton had awakened to Khan, climbing back onto the bed behind him. He had a restless night, as the alcohol had irritated his sleep cycle. Khan had handed him a big glass of orange juice and a couple of Tylenol. He had graciously accepted them, popped the two Tylenol into his mouth, and drank the orange juice. It was fair to say he was a bit hungover but would survive.
He could remember last night now after shithead on the floor had passed out. Khan had lubed his dick up and had gently fucked him from the side till he climaxed up inside their weekend prison bitch. He still had today and tomorrow to get through, but he had something none of these guys knew anything about fortitude.
He remembered after Khan had shot his load up into him. He had rolled over and quietly eased down there, giving him a service that was always expected while incarcerated. He had gently licked and sucked the closeted gay clean. It had surprised Khan, but he had been thrilled by it. Max leaned on his elbow and drained the rest of the glass of orange juice. He had no notion of what time it was.
After he had emptied the glass, Khan took it and quietly sat it on the bed's headboard.
He leaned closely and quietly said, “I want to do what I did to you again last night. Is that okay?”
Max rolled around to look at him. He was, in his way, a good-looking guy. He bet that having to live his life in secrecy, as he did, was a nightmare. He reached over and put his hand on the side of his face.
He replied, “Sure, you can. I like this part of you. You will have to find a way to be yourself one day.”
Max, his rental prison bitch, courteously made available by Warden Stanton, that motherfucker! He grinned; the good Warden was not nearly as bright as he thought. Now, Max could nail him and not be lying when doing so. He had overlooked something critical, but that would be back at the Stanton Home. He had to finish this weekend, which would be no small task.
Khan was back lubricating his cock good for the fucking he was about to get. Max knew something else many would not consider. He did not have to expose this young man behind him. It would be a terrible waste of assets. The Governor’s son was just that, the son of a powerful man. All too often, those like him grew into being powerful men themselves. He would remember that Max was patient enough to play the long game. He would take every weapon he could pick up off the battlefield.
Khan had slid close and, with Max’s help, got in alignment and began to work his way up inside the prison bitch. Max was not a great fighter and would not blast you with a shotgun. He was not violent in the least. He was, however, intelligent and patient, and those were the most dangerous men in the world. People constantly underestimated his type, assumed because, to that point, they would never act; it was a faulty assumption. To those that were on the wrong side of things, when his type did, they never saw it coming.
So many people were bogged down with hubris and arrogance, unaware of the danger. Then, that day came. They always fell every single time. History was nothing but one extended example of this. The funny thing was this had happened since man began recording history. Still, they seemed to need to learn and were ground up repeatedly.
Khan had worked all the way up in him now and was slowly fucking him at the rhythm they had established last night. To Khan, it was one of the greatest feelings ever. To Max, the prison bitch, he was accustomed to being continually done this way, and he loved the stimulation it gave him. He knew it would feel good to Khan and was even glad.
The Governor’s son was breathing faster and had reached around and taken hold of Max’s hard cock.
He said quietly in his prison bitch’s ear, “I will take care of that for you when we shower.”
As he slowly fucked him, Max had no doubt he would. As Khan slowly slid his cock in and out of him, he reached down and played with, oh, to hell with prison bitch. This was Max, who had always been so nice to him. He was Max Von Sydow. He should not have played any part in this.
Jack Nelson was beginning to move around a bit more in his sleeping bag, but they still had time. It was amazing the things observant people noticed about others in confinement.
Khan whispered to him, “You feel so good to me if these guys weren’t here, and I could. Would you let me do this to you all day?”
The young man behind him fucking him had moved his hand up and was rubbing on Max’s chest.
Max replied, “You could do this to me for a solid week if you liked.”
He quietly went, “Uhm-Yeah.”
Max’s loyalty was to Richard Koufax until his Master told him he was free. As it was, there were extraneous factors the two of them just had no control over. Now, if it were his Master in his place, he would imagine people looking outside the house would be scared as he would busily be tossing these chumps out the windows. That was not part of Max’s skill set or makeup so that he would make the best of a bad situation.
Khan’s breathing was becoming slightly erratic, and he was getting close. Max reached up and took his hand that had been playing with one of his nipples. He held it firmly, and Khan pushed up inside him. Max could feel his cock as it pumped his cum deep inside him.
Quietly still, Khan said, “Oh, Oh-Fuck, that feels good!”
Max laid still till he was finished and slid it out of him. He looked at the sleeping not-so-beauty, Jack Nelson. Still dead to the world, his hair looked like it had been hit with a tornado.
Max turned around and slid down, then slowly began to carefully lick his cock clean. Khan thought that was the most incredible thing ever. Even though he was becoming hypersensitive somehow, this Max did not cause him any discomfort. It just felt good.
Max considered as he had thought about it all night. It may become necessary to involve Roosevelt Khan. If he did, he could control that from a witness stand. It was that shithead Governor and Warden Stanton who were the primary targets. The Governor would be easy; the Warden was done. He didn’t know it.
About a half hour later, they were all up having a breakfast of cold pizza and drinking beer at Cracker Barrell restaurants all over the south that should be on the menu as the redneck’s breakfast. Max and Khan had a quick shower, and Khan had sucked him off again. He kept his word, and he liked doing it.
Jack Nelson said, “Oh goodness, it feels like my head will explode.”
Mark Wright must have watched the old Sci-Fi horror movie, “Scanners.”
He asked, “No one has seen that intense-looking actor, Michael Ironside, around, have they?”
Daniel Williams asked, “So, what are we doing today besides getting wasted again, humiliating and fucking our prison bitch?”
Mark Wright looked over at Max, “Come over here, prison bitch.”
Max strolled over to him, and Mark grinned at him. He took his big can of Budweiser and poured a little on the nicely polished hardwood flooring.
He said, “There’s you a drink of beer, prison bitch, down on your hands and knees and lick it up.”
Max looked at him momentarily, got on all fours, and licked the beer off the floor. Mark Wright gladly added a bit more for him to work on.
Jack was smiling, and he came over and got down on one knee behind their busy prison bitch.
He told Mark, “Hand me one of those magazines beside your chair over here.”
He did so. Mark took it and rolled it in upon itself.
He said to everyone in the room, “Check this out.”
He took the magazine and hit the defenseless Max’s dangling ball sack with it. He connected rather roughly with a blow.
Max had to stop and catch his breath.
Khan said, “Easy with that, Nelson, we cannot cause him any damage. I am not getting my ass burned up by dad because you are a fucking idiot!”
Jack said, “It is only paper, so what about this?”
He took a good swing which landed on prison bitch’s right ass cheek. He had swung it hard, and an angry red welt was already coming up.
Khan said, “I don’t know about you, but I can see how red it looks. They have these amazing people in the world called medical doctors; you are a dumbass. What happens if we send him back and he has a medical exam?”
Jack got up and went back to the sofa as Mark added some more beer on the floor for the prison bitch to lick up.
Jack said, “I don’t see what the problem is, man; he is just a piece of white trash.”
Khan said, “My dad happens to be the governor of this state. Can you imagine the news headlines, prisoner allowed to be beaten and sexually assaulted at governor’s country home?”
Jack asked, “What is the point of having a prison bitch if we can’t use them to have fun with?”
Daniel Williams smiled, reached over, and grabbed the rolled-up magazine from Jack’s right hand. He took a good swipe and hit Jack Nelson in the crown of the head with it.
Everyone but Jack and Max started laughing.
Williams asked him, “Is that fun?”
Jack said, “Ouch! You are fucking rotten bitch!”
Williams said, “Wrong answer that gets you another.”
He smacked him upside the head again with the magazine. Jack got up and moved away. Now, his hair was more of a mess than it was.
He said, “Put that damn thing away, you psychopath.”
Williams said to him, “I just can’t because it’s too much fucking fun.”
Still, everyone was laughing except Jack and Max. Max thought the one had it right as he worked to lick the floor clean of beer. These people were functionally retarded. They were all now officially college graduates; the world was in trouble.
Mark said, “I say we draw straws, everyone but the psychopath with the magazine. You had a go last night with the dual-purpose cocksucker and floor-licker 9000 here. Me, Jack, and Khan should draw, for an hour of privacy, with what the prison bitch is here for.”
Williams said, “Who put you in charge?”
Mark said, “The smartest person I know, myself, did.”
Jack agreed, “It’s only suitable; what do you say, Khan?”
Williams said, “That is hardly fair. Khan had a round, too.”
Mark said, “That was way early yesterday afternoon, so I say the way we do it is if you get a round, you are not eligible for the next immediately.”
William asked, “Then why would no one be eligible till everyone has a turn?”
Mark said, “To add some randomness to it. We will ensure everyone has plenty of attention we got all day and the rest of the day tomorrow.”
Williams looked at them all, “But...?”
Mark said, “The more you argue, the more of the time you are taking.”
Jack said, “Agreed.”
Khan wished he had a way around this, but “Agreed.”
Mark said, “Khan, please go over to that cabinet where the games are and, out of a checker’s set, get three black ones and one red one. We can adjust the number as we go. We put those in a bag, and whoever draws red wins.”
Khan went and got the stuff. Soon, they had a bag containing black and red checkers. One black one had been left out for Williams. Whoever pulled the red one got prison bitch to play with.
Mark drew first after the bag was shaken up well. He also had a black one. Jack drew next, and he had the red checker.
Jack looked at Williams, “Too bad fuck-stick.”
Jack said, “Follow me, prison bitch.”
Khan told Mark, “If mom asks where those stains on the floor came from, pouring beer all over the place. I will be like Benedict Arnold I cannot tell a fucking lie.”
Mark said, “Shit,” as he got up to go and get a mop.
Max was following Jack Nelson up the stairs. They went into a usable bedroom, and he locked the door.
Jack asked him, “You already had a shower, prison bitch?”
Max answered, “Yes.”
Jack said, “Sit on that bed. I will be back in ten minutes or so.” He went into the bathroom, and you could hear the shower running.
Max waited on him, sitting on the bed. Would this weekend ever end? In a few minutes, the shower turned off, and a couple of minutes later, he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He looked at Max; he was smaller than him, but he did not seem to pose a danger.
He said, “So, what do I do to you or make you do for me? Hm?”
Prison bitch said, “You’ll be out of luck if you tell me to ride a unicycle and juggle at the same time.”
Jack took his towel off and laid his head on a pillow. He spread his legs well and looked at Max.
He said, “Okay, prison bitch, for starters, suck my balls.”
Max got up, put his balls in his mouth, and got comfortable. He began sucking and licking on them. He figured the happier he made them, the less trouble they would give him.
“That’s right, just like I am sure you do for your fellow inmates all the time.”
As they preferred prison bitch, sucked on his balls well and licked on them like nobody’s business. This one liked to talk, and it probably lasted about two minutes. Max wanted it to be longer; of the four of them, he and Khan were the lesser of the evils. He had spooked Williams correctly, but Mark was a problem.
He did this for around a quarter of an hour, he was guessing.
Jack said, “Come off my balls and lick my cock. Good for me. Suck on that cock like it’s made of cotton candy.”
Max was sure he would cave quickly if he did that. He took his time, flattened his tongue against it hard, and began working his way up it. He was not used to having his hands free. How cooperative did he want to be? If he made Jack feel excellent, he might fall in league with Khan and oppose rough stuff when their blood alcohol levels got high. It is worth a try anyway.
As he licked his cock down well, he reached a hand up and began to massage one of his nipples.
“Oh, that’s a good prison bitch, that feels good, more of that.”
So, one of Jack’s Hamartia’s was he had sensitive nipples. He raised his other hand and played with the other one. Jack began to squirm around a little and moan.
This is something Max never did. His Master would not have it. These clowns were not him or anything of the sort. When he licked up to the top of his cock this time, he continued to lick upwards. He went across his pubic region, up past a small patch of hair at his belly button, then licked on and began sucking on one of his nipples.
Jack said, “Fuck yeah, prison bitch!”
He took that hand it freed up and reached it down and lightly brushed and stroked his cock and balls with it.
Jack grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in even tighter. He was susceptible in that region, so the prison bitch sucked and licked them well. He went from one to the other and did not seem to mind.
Jack said, “Bite them a little bitch.”
Max had never had someone ask him to do this before, so he would have to learn on the fly. He took his teeth and very lightly bit the one he was sucking on, and Jack sucked in the air and arched his back a little. That was new, so he licked back over to the other one and repeated it.
“You are such a perfect prison bitch. If I were the judge, I would release you to my custody to serve me when I wanted.”
It occurred to Max that these guys were highly undersexed for their age. Of course, since he had been remanded to the Stanton Home, he was not a good judge of averages. According to what he read and was on the internet, he would not be surprised if that environment had not made him in the lower to middle range of hypersexual.
Plus, study after study showed that the public, in general, talked about sex a great deal, but the numbers did not back the talk.
The people, according to psychological studies, that got sex the most frequently were married, yet that was the number one complaint between married couples. NOT ENOUGH SEX. In prison, especially one that is a school, it got boring. So, they found things to do, typically to and with one another.
Jack said, “You will think this is a little weird, but you have to do it anyway, as you are my prison bitch.”
Max said in a low voice, “What do you want me to do?”
Jack seemed to pause here. FFS, he had a kink and didn’t know how to communicate it. Max was patient and licked on his nipples for a second.
Prison bitch said again lowly, “Tell me, I will do it if I can.”
Jack finally said, “Suck on my dick, then I want you to bite it a little, not hard, do it till I tell you to stop. Then you quit applying pressure.”
Max had to force himself not to laugh; no other men needed that, just about a continent’s worth.
Max slid down, “Let’s see what we can do to help you with that.”
Clyde Owens, his other favorite of the gang, was into this. He was sure that specific people released endorphins.
He slid down onto Jack’s cock and slid up and down it for a few to make it feel good. Then he stopped halfway down it, took his teeth, and gently began to increase the pressure on about the middle of the shaft of it. He was very gentle and slow about doing it.
“Yeah, stop their prison bitch. Keep that amount of pressure on it till I tell you.”
Their prison bitch stayed cemented in place and held where he was at.
In a few minutes, “Okay, release it and suck it like crazy till I cum in your mouth. Swallow it all.”
Max released him and began to suck his cock as it had never been sucked before. He pulled a massive amount of suction, never stopped with his tongue, and kept his lips as tight as he could. He went up and down the length of it as fast as he could.
“Motherfucker! What’s it, yeah, okay.”
Max was about to get tickled again. His brain was vapor-locked, and he could not enunciate what he was trying to say. It made their prison bitch for the weekend more determined. If he would win this one over, now was the time.
Jack had grabbed the back of his head and let him push him as hard as he liked. He had a handful of hair that didn’t feel great, but that did not stop him.
Max made his lips even tighter and licked hard as he rocketed up and down his cock.
Jack said, “Oh, that’s good.”
Max knew it was on the way, and he continued to suck him like crazy. That is when large bursts of cum began squirting into his mouth.
“Oh, hot damnation is a wonderful name for a dog!”
Max swallowed it all and sucked hard but was careful not to hit it when he was beginning to sensitize. He pulled off him and began to deliver long licks to his nut sack. He did this till he pulled his hand out of his hair and off his head.
Max sat up, and what happened was almost comical, as if this weekend had not been such a tragedy.
Jack Nelson suddenly sat up. When they first encountered each other, his hair was in perfect order. Once again, it was all plastered to the side, and he looked left and right. His gaze settled on their prison bitch.
He smiled, “Fuck me, there will be no more hitting you in the balls. That was amazing, oh, I know, lay on your back at the top of the bed here.”
Max did, and Jack went to the nightstand and got a tube of lube. It was even called “A Tube of Lube.”
Jack said, “Lay on your back here, I will have to say prison bitch because they did not tell us your name.”
Max slid on his back, and Jack squirted some lube onto his dick. Then he took his hand and began giving him a hand job.
“Just lay still and let me do it.”
Max didn’t move, and he was building up some speed. He jerked him with good speed and rhythm.
“You have a fairly big cock, prison bitch, bigger than mine.”
He never let up, and Max was getting close.
“Uhm.”
His big seven-point two-inch cock began shooting his cum all over his abdomen. Jack watched it with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Like most people who did this for him, he worked with him even after he got sensitive.
Once that was over, he got up on his knees beside the prison bitch. He took two fingers and swirled up a good bit of Max’s cum.
“Now be a good prison bitch and open for me, show me that you’ll do what I want you to. Lick, these fingers are nice and clean for me.
Max opened his mouth, and Jack stuck his two fingers dripping with Max’s cum into his mouth.
“Now close up, prison bitch, and use that tongue.”
Max liked it all off, and Jack did this several times.
Jack looked at him and asked, “Can I trust you? Prison bitch word is you never break your word.”
Max looked at him evenly, “I never do if I can help it, sir.”
Jack said, “I just want to try something, and I don’t want you to tell anyone.”
Max’s gaze was iron, “I won’t tell anyone, you have my word.”
Jack looked at his abdomen and then leaned down to where some of the cum he had missed was pooled up. He stuck his tongue out and began to lick Max’s abdomen. He did this till it was all gone and looked up at Max when he was done.
Jack Nelson said, “I just wanted to try that, and you are a hot guy. I will never hit you in the balls again, I am such a shit sometimes.”
Max said, “It’s okay, sir. You are not being one now, and I hope you enjoyed that.”
“I have asked people to bite me softly before. Most think it is weird.”
Max grinned at him, “I think it is biochemical. I know a guy that could explain it to you, but I am nonviolent, and he isn’t.”
Jack asked him, “What is your name?”
Prison bitch replied, “Everyone just calls me Max.”
Jack said, “That is fitting. Your mouth can surely pull suction to the maximum level.”
He got a small tub of wet wipes and thoroughly cleaned Max’s abdominal region with them.
“Is that better, Max?”
“Yes, thank you, sir, that is better.”
Jack looked momentarily, “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
Max answered, “Absolutely not, sir; I gave my word.”
Jack said, “I am a nerd and like sci-fi and fantasy. I am the only one in this group. There is this graphic novel they made a movie out of. Tom Cruise is in it called Oblivion.”
Max said, “I am familiar with the graphic novel and the movie. He always picks good scripts.”
Jack continued, “There is a quote in it: “For how can a man die better: Than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the Temple of his Gods. -Horatius.”
Max said, “I like that.”
Jack paused momentarily and said, “It makes me think of you for some reason. I sure hope before you leave, I can draw that damn red checker some more.”
Max liked that quote as much as Jack Nelson did. Mission accomplished, and the odds were swinging in his favor. Tomorrow, he could go back to what he thought of as home.
