(Equal and Devastating Reaction)
At the South Chicago FBI office, Agent Flemming told his partner, Agent Troy, “My, how interesting?”
Agent Troy asked, “What happened? You go to piss and find your pecker finally?”
He handed her the temporary release writ, which caused her to smile. She then began filling it out.
She said, “You know, Flemming, seeing stuff like that makes me know there is a God.”
She picked up the document of joy, signed by a supervisor, which she was. That was the Federal Government ordering the State of Illinois to release a state prisoner for a set amount of time into the custody of someone, just like that fabulous lawyer, Henry Winfrey. She smiled as she pressed the button. That was bound to make someone’s morning miserable.
It was 9:00 A.M. Max had just returned from tutoring someone in Macroeconomics, and Jonesy caught him.
The survivor of the Nostromo said, “Max, Max, you are always so hard to keep up with consistently on the move.”
Max stopped and looked at him, “What’s up, Jonesy?”
The heavy-set guard approached him and said, “You need to go up to processing. They are laundering the outfit you were wearing when you checked in. You will be being signed out for a while today by legal representation. You get to go on a walkabout, and the Warden wants a quick word. I would take care of all that now.”
Max said, “Sure, thanks, Jonesy.”
He went to administration first and was let in immediately to see Warden Stanton. He was told to have a seat and then was handed a Coke.
The Warden said, “So, Mr. Stapleton, we got a federal order to let Henry L. Winfrey a fucking tsunami of trouble. He gets to sign you out for a four-hour block at lunch if you need longer. Please take it there will be no problems. I am assuming all our agreements are in place.”
Max said, “Or course they are, sir, as this is regarding that fucking newspaper and whatever else he advises. You will not be mentioned, sir.”
Stanton smiled and was reassured: This one could not look you in the eye and lie as so many could. He reached his desk and opened a metal box that contained the office's petty cash stash. He counted out $200, signed his name, and handed it to Max.
He said, “Spend that while you are out any way you like. Heaven knows you deserve it as hard as you work here. They have your outfit you came in with laundered. You can stop and pick that up along with your shoes. Be up here around 11:45 A.M. He said he would be here about noon.
He went and got the outfit; it was just a pair of Levi jeans, an Iron Man T-shirt, a clean set of socks and underwear, a white T-shirt, and stylish tennis shoes. He took a shower and got ready, and the Master was back when he entered the room. His Master grabbed him, gave him a slow kiss, and told him to be careful and have a good time.
He was in the break room when Henry L. Winfrey came into the room. He wore a white summer suit and matching hat and had a Rolex on his arm—it did not look fake. He walked right up to Max and stuck his arm out.
He was either in his late 50s or early 60s, had plenty of well-kept gray hair, and wore mirrored sunglasses. He was not big like his Master and was of average height like Max, but something about him commanded respect. He could see why Dr. Ensign and this man would be friends.
He said, “You look a lot like a Max to me?”
Max rose and shook his hand, “Yes, Mr. Winfrey, I am Max?”
Henry smiled at him, “Let’s get out of this popsicle stand and call me Henry.”
They went to the parking lot, and he was driving an expensive-looking White Audi. He unlocked it, and Max got in the passenger seat. He did not waste time getting down the road for someone his age. To this point, law enforcement attempted to ticket him 14 times. He had stomped those to death in court. They didn’t even try anymore.
He asked Max, “You like Chinese?”
Max replied, “Sure, Henry, I love it. Been a while.”
They went to a nice Chinese restaurant called General Tso’s Palace.
As they parked and got out, it was crowded, “Their potstickers are just phenomenal.”
They went in, and he had a stack of paperwork for Max to sign. As they had a delicious lunch, he told his lawyer about the weekend he had spent. He asked about their privilege and was assured it was ironclad.
Max told him about the Warden, and he was not after him yet but what he had on him. He had explained about the four that kept him at the house. He was angry at the newspaper, and the lawyer assured him the First Amendment did not allow for stupidity and damage to others.
As this was a busy restaurant, more and more people had noticed Max from the paper and news. As people are apt to do, they began to crowd around, and Max became aware of it. Henry told him to remain calm, and he was perfectly safe. When there were many of them, Henry took his cell phone and began to take photos, including Max, with the people crowded behind him.
Max could see what he was doing, and it was brilliant.
As he took the pictures, he explained, “You see, Max, much of what I do is about perception. People love an underdog wildly when big, old, mean government institutions stomp on them. Trample their rights, use them like slave labor, hell, prostitute them out. What makes me so good is I am not Clarence Darrow. I know how to control the narrative.”
Max had to admit he was impressed. I think this would work.
He continued, “Most of the time when I go to court with stuff like has been thrown onto you like a bunch of shit. I have already won before the proceedings begin. Thanks to the State of Illinois, you will never have to work a day if you don’t want to.”
He ate another potsticker and went on, “And that shithead Governor is worth hundreds of millions. We will lighten that purse up for him some.” He smiled at his young client.
Two police officers had arrived and were trying to break up the crowd. He began snapping photos of them.
He said, “Oh, they respond.” He looked at his watch, “After forty-five fucking minutes. This is going to get you in more papers and on more news, but I will swing that shit like Thor’s Hammer. People eventually forget and move on to the next thing.”
“Come on, let’s blow this popsicle stand. We had a good meal, and I can start writing your novel. Now I have an excellent narrative.”
He paid for their meal, and as they left, they both looked back at the crowd being broken up.
He looked at Mark, “I will smoke those state’s attorneys. That stupid Governor doesn’t have enough money to hire someone that can approach stopping me.”
As they sat in the car, he asked his young client, “So while I got you out, is there anything you want to do?”
He said, “Well, Sir, the Warden gave me $200. I know it won’t get much, but I would like to pick up as much pizza as possible for everyone. Someone good to me loves white chocolate, and I would like to get them some.”
Henry Winfrey smiled at him, “You put your money away. I will buy the whole place pizza and know a great chocolate shop. It’s on me, and I like doing nice things for good people.”
Mark said, “I was surprised you mentioned Mjolnir, Thor’s Hammer in a reference.”
Henry said, “I got a grandson that is all over that shit, and his favorite is Iron Man too. You have good taste, so I took him to see all those Marvel Movies. Comic Books are an art form, the most successful movie franchise in the world ever.”
They went to an upscale chocolate and other candies store. Henry grabbed the bag of white chocolate he had just glanced at. It was $1,200, Max was shocked.
Henry smiled at him as he paid for it. “I will just deduct it from the substantial judgments or settlements we will get in court. This is a pittance and a gift. You already signed, so there is no conflict of interest.”
He had called a popular pizza place whose owner he knew and told them to flood the Stanton Home with pizza. They sat outside the Stanton Home watching the pizzas being delivered, and he double-checked his notes with Max to ensure they were all accurate.
Henry said, “Let’s get you signed back in. My team and I start tomorrow, so expect some fireworks. He gave Max a card that said, “That’s a Question for my Lawyer Shithead.”
“If anyone asks you anything legal, give them that card, Max. You have my cell number, so don’t hesitate to call if they try to intimidate you. I can be here quickly. I am fucking Aces at what I do, and I will get you some justice. When you move on, the Warden, I am there too. I haven’t been this excited in a long time.”
They went in, and Henry Winfrey signed Max back in. One of the newer guards started giving Max some shit about the nice assortment of white chocolate, and Henry just glared at him. He was allowed to pass with it. He had to go and change his clothing and return the $200, and once he was back in uniform, he went back into his block.
They set up an elaborate pizza buffet, and everyone cheered him on as he walked down the block. He looked down. It was always going to be him as he was just shyly turned. It did feel good, though. He climbed the stairs to H-Level and entered his cell. His Master and Clyde Owens sat at the table with plates full of pizza.
Max brightened up, walked up to the Master, and offered him a big basket of elaborately assorted white chocolate.
His Master was struck with silence for a moment. He was not sure what to say.
His slave said, “I thought you might like this, Master. I hope you enjoy it.”
Richard Koufax was awe-struck.
Big B&T handed Max a slice of pepperoni pizza. He was still full of Chinese food, but one could always make room for pizza. He got up and said I will see you guys later. I am going to check on my cellmate. My cock might even accidentally fall into his mouth. The big man made his way out.
The slave said, “I know your affinity for white chocolate, and we can get every kind of drug known to man. But apparently, they are offended by chocolate.”
His Master said, “You don’t seem to have anything yourself. Yet you managed to get pizza for everyone in the place. The sticker on this says it was $1,200. You think of others before you do yourself.”
Hie Master had turned sideways on the chair of the table. His slave got down on his knees and laid his head on his bug muscular leg.
He said, “That may be true most often, but I always think of you before myself.”
His Master said, “Go and brush your teeth well and rinse with Listerine.”
Max went into doing it, watching in the mirror as his Master closed their privacy curtain.
He joined his slave, who also brushed and rinsed with mouthwash. He gently grabbed the slave by the arm and led him over to the side of his bunk.
The Master began removing his clothing, “Take your clothes off too, something a bit different this time.”
“Yes, Master.”
His slave began to take his clothes off. The master turned the cover down on his bottom bunk. Soon, they were both naked, and the Master looked at him appreciatively. He got hold of him and eased him onto the bed, towards the back. He got in at the front and covered them up.
His Master said, “There will be no restraints this time. Just do what I tell you. You can be spontaneous and initiate things yourself. If you like that is.”
When the muscular man climbed into the bed, he laid halfway across the top of his slave. He put his lips to Max’s, who responded immediately. He opened, and the Master began exploring his mouth with his tongue. They began to kiss passionately, but still, the slave was not used to having his hands free. He put one on the side of the Master’s head, lying on top, kissing him.
Max took his other hand and began exploring his Master’s muscular body. He rubbed his arms, put his hands behind him, and rubbed his back. The Master was still laying it on with the kissing heavily, and both of their bodies had responded. His slave took the hand he had on the side of his head and slid it down, locating the monster-hard cock of his Master’s. He began to rub it gently to make it feel good.
This made the Master begin to kiss him harder. He also reached down and cupped his slave’s balls in his hand, and he did not squeeze hard this time. He was stimulating them for pleasure.
His slave was breathing harder and continued to slide his hand over his Master’s cock lightly and would take his balls occasionally. He was gentle with them and only tried to express good feelings.
Finally, the Master pulled away from his lips and slid down some, then began to suck on his nipples and lick them with some pressure behind his tongue.
His slave said, “Uhm-Yeah, that feels good!”
The Master knew Max’s body as they were sure the fuck had enough time to teach one another. They had fucking learned how to fuck practice had made perfect. He took his time working those nipples, and his slave was squirming around a little but not from distress. After doing this for some time, he slid back up to the top of the bed and rolled onto his back beside the slave.
He told him, “Why don’t you lick your way down to my cock and balls and give them a good tongue bath. Suck on them some, too, for me.”
His slave had a funny feeling in his stomach, and he was on fire. This was by far the most erotic anyone had ever been with him. He didn’t bother this time to acknowledge him. He just slid down and began giving that whole area a tongue bath.
There had been a definite paradigm shift in the way they approached sexual activity. Some things could not change, however. The Master was just more aggressive and dominant, and his slave was happy to be submissive. There was no one of them taking advantage or anything unequal. It was just what they were. They complemented one another to perfection.
The slave gave his Master’s big balls a nice tongue bath, then used one of his free hands and pushed them into his mouth. He began working them slowly. He had another free hand, and he lightly played with his giant cock with it, just lightly to feel good. The Master had put his strong hands on the back of his head.
“Uh-Feels-Good, you can be a little rougher.”
His slave pulled a tad bit more suction on his sack and began licking harder and faster. The Master let him do it for a while, then spoke.
“Lick up and suck that cock slowly. I don’t want you to get me off as I want to fuck you.”
His slave, ever so gently, pulled away from his nut sack, then began to lick us his vast, thick shaft. The Master had bent the cover down so he could watch his slave work. This was more than skill on his part because he was trying to make the Master feel good. Where had Max Stapleton come from? The day he had walked awkwardly into this cell for the first time had been one of the best days ever.
He slowly sucked the Master’s cock to his very best ability. He had gotten good at this without pushing him to the edge of getting off. Oh, he knew it still felt good. He could tell by the muscular man’s body language.
The Master let him work him for a while this way, and it was masterful to see how good he had become at this.
“On my slave, Max, you have gotten so good at that.” About ten minutes later, he reached over and got the bottle of good lube.
He told his slave, “Slide up here beside me, take a hand and hold it out.”
The slave pulled from his cock and slid up next to him.
The Master said, “Hold one of our hands over here turned up cupped for me.”
His slave obeyed, and his Master squeezed it full of the better-grade lube.
Now the Master said, “Take that and slowly lube my cock up good with it. Then turn on your side, laying away from me, facing the wall.”
“Yes, Master.” He reached his hand down and began massaging the lube and getting it all nicely slick for him. He slid up and got on his side, facing away from his Master.
The Master turned on his side, [Match Bearings], and he got them lined up correctly.
Master said, “Take your hands and hold your ass cheeks open. Good for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
The muscular Master got himself all lined up and put the head of his cock into his slave’s hole. He began to push gently. In a moment, it slid in and slowly started to go deeper.
The slave took a sharp, deep breath, which pleased the Master. He was straightforward about how he did this and slowly worked it in and out of him.
His slave reached back behind him, and his Master took his hand and held it tightly as he worked in and out of him. Max always loved the way his Master smelled, and his bed had that strong smell to it.
His Master said, “So-Good, you like that?”
His slave answered, “Oh yes, Maser, it feels great, so please do as you like.”
His Master got to the pace he wanted, and he held his hand for leverage and worked it repeatedly. That felt fucking fantastic. Now, he was breathing heavier. He licked his slave behind his right ear and nuzzled his hair with his nose. He went just this way for a while and desired to get in a different position.
He said quietly to his slave, his voice quaking, “I want you to roll on your stomach. We will both move together so that I will stay with you. Count 1, 2, and then, on three rolls.”
“Uhm-Yes Master.”
The Master released his hand and got a good grip on his side to facilitate this.
He said, “1, 2, 3.......Roll.”
With Richard’s strong hand helping, it worked perfectly. The Master began to reposition himself to get the best leverage. Then once he was satisfied, he started fucking his slave, who was now below him. He stayed steady and kept his rhythm.
His slave went, “Oh-Uh-Uh, Master, that is going to make me cum.”
Hie master licked behind his back ear again and kept his steady rhythm. He could not help but look at his slave below him with a hungry expression on his face. No, fuck that, he had been recently reading the novel, “World War Z.” He had a look of need on his face that seemed to fit better.
His slave said, “Oh, Master, I will mess your top blanket up again.”
Master, in a low voice in the ear he was licking behind, “You let me worry about that. Just lay there and take the good feeling.”
The Master was skilled at maintaining a steady rhythm and correctly positioned. What was he going to do? This young man below him had slipped past his firewalls, and he could not imagine a world without him in it. That had never happened, and it made him burn even more.
His slave said, “I am going to shoot cum, I can’t stop it.”
The Master kept working just as he was and said, “Easy, try to give yourself over to it. Give yourself over to my control. I want you to feel good, and it’s about damn time someone was concerned about that with you. Just relax and go with it.”
His slave’s balls emptied, and all the mechanisms that made one shoot a load came to life, and it felt so damn good. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to it.
“Oh-Fucking-Son-Of-A-Bitch.”
His Master smiled and knew he was shooting. “Now listen, you have just become a regular potty mouth.”
He sped up fucking him, then started to put a little more power behind it. He was getting close as well. He had stopped licking the back of his ear and was breathing right into his slave’s ear. It was getting heavier. Then he drove all the way deep. He, as well, got the joyous experience of his balls emptying and began to unload deeply into his slave.
“Hot-Motherfucking-Damn! Take that load, every drop of it!”
His slave said, “Potty mouth.”
In a moment, he and his slave were lying beside one another. He had a muscular arm lying under his slave’s neck. They just stayed as they were and got their breath back. They were thinking essentially the same thing. That had been entirely intense, and it was good for them both. Each had enjoyed it in that way. They complemented each other.
Master Richard got up, pulled his slave up, and led him to the shower. They took their time and enjoyed the hot water. They cleaned themselves well and were in no hurry.
They returned wearing clean bathrobes and sat down at the work desk. Max began to organize his tutoring slips for tomorrow, and there was one that could be problematic. He probably had no idea he was who the tutor was. It would be fine as he would do his job.
The Master took a piece of the white chocolate and closed his eyes. It was so damned good. His slave was organizing his day tomorrow, and he was always on top of things like that.
His Master said, “It’s a damn shame.”
His slave looked at him, “What is Master?”
The Master said, “I know your plan to emancipate all of us will be successful. I had just gotten so used to you that it would be difficult to see you leave me.”
His slave held his gaze, “I guess you would have a life to return to. I hate that too.”
The Master looked at him funny, “I am just going to finish barber college and have a Master’s degree. I don’t have so much of a life, criminal friends, a shit family. You have heard it all before.”
His slave said, “My oaths to you will extend beyond these walls if you would have me. I will try to build a career, but I would gladly continue serving you.”
Master Richard Koufax looked at him and turned his head sideways. “Are you serious, Max? Would you still want to be mine?”
His slave was very serious, “Absolutely, no hesitation, I can’t imagine it being any other way.”
His Master was speechless for a moment. This one was special, even more so than he had gleaned.
Master said, “I don’t want to imagine it being any other way.”
His slave said, “Then we will do it. I have some more work to do here first. The state of Illinois will think I am like John Dillinger until they realize what I will be doing is a good thing.”
His Master said, “Sometimes you must climb into the mud to fight wrong. You will bring this place down, and we will all go home early. You cannot do much when you set your mind to it. We get out. We will have a life together, no more shit family or criminal friends for me.”
The slave said, “My family is great, and they will love you. I have some actual honest-to-goodness friends as well. They will like you just fine, too.”
Soon, the slave was secured comfortably into his top bunk, and the Master, after having changed his, got into his and covered up.
“Goodnight, Max.”
“Goodnight, Master.”
[As Soon As a Few More Details Were Done, He Would Have His Firing Solution. More Torpedoes in the Water.]
