(Hell Weekend Part 1)
It was finally time for the day Master Richard Koufax came out of his Influenza A quarantine. Max was sitting at the work desk solving a set of Physics 2010 problems, and the big man came into the cell. He lightly grinned when he saw his slave, Max. It was hard not to grin when seeing him. The slave had gotten up, met him halfway into the cell, grabbed the big guy, and hugged him. The big muscular man had hugged him back tightly.
The Master said, “Never thought I would see the day when I would be glad to see this damned cell. I am genuinely happy to see you, though.
His voice was sad, and his slave thought he may still feel bad. They went and sat on the bottom bunk together. He looked like the same block of muscle his slave had seen the previous week.
His slave said, “You do not know how glad I am to see you, Master. I have missed you terribly.’
His Master told him, “Give me the rundown of what’s been happening in my absence. Make it quiet. You need a fresh shower and must report to the Warden in an hour.”
His slave went and got all the accounting books he had running up to this point and gave them to him. Three shipments of recreational cannabis had come in on the Sunday he was visiting his parents. He had put all the contents in a box, went and got it, and sat them at his Master’s feet, then sat back down.
He said, “It may be hard to believe, Master, but everyone put me in charge while you were quarantined. They did not know how to do the accounting I sort of reverse-engineered it and could. The dispensary Cannabis
and other things that come in on Sundays. I did not really know what it all is, so I could not inventory it for you, so it is all in that box at your feet.”
He looked down at his feet for a moment.
The Master said, “Look at me when you talk. You don’t have to look away from me; just tell me what it is.”
His slave looked up and said, “Master, I hope you are not angry, but I was so charged up, and you had that cage on me. I had all that pressure on me. You had told me to go to Clyde Owens in case we got separated or got sick. I did it twice. Master, I am so sorry. Don’t be mad at him. I went to him.”
The Master lightly took his chin in his hand and raised it. So, now they had eye contact.
He said, “I am not mad at you, Max. You only did what I told you to do and probably needed it. Put that out of your mind. You did right as usual and obeyed, and me and Clyde are good.”
He was looking at one of the accounting ledgers carefully, then went through the stuff in the box,
He said, “I was worried I was going to be running into the middle of a mess. You have done a very good job. Max, you never fail to please.”
A dark look ran over his face, and he went on, “Hit the shower and scrub up good; Warden Fuck Stick will be expecting you. You always work so very hard to make everything right. You don’t deserve this.”
He leaned in and kissed his slave for several minutes, “Now in the shower with you.”
He had quickly showered, wondering what was happening. He was dressed in a new uniform, combed his hair well, and had come out.
The Master came over to him, “That son of a bitch will pay for this, go on now and head up to administrative, or you will get the promptness lecture. Remember the line, “That which does not kill us only strengthens us. Go ahead, and I will see you soon.”
Max thought, how very strange! The big guy looked almost sad as he had left. It felt good that he had been complemented in that way by him, and if it made him mad over Clyde, that would have been preferable to looking sad. It was the first time he had seen his Master, Richard Koufax, look that way.
He finally made his way up the administrative wing and used his own card to unlock the door. He entered the outer office, and the secretary smiled upon seeing him enter.
She said, “Hey Max, it is nice to see you go on back. He is waiting for you.”
He knocked on the door, and inside, the Warded had yelled, “It’s open.”
He walked into Motherfucker’s office, and the man rose from behind his desk and came around and leaned up against his desk, appraising him.
He said, “Mr. Stapleton, on time as usual and handed him a gym bag. It had the clothes and a few other items he had come to this place in.
He lied, “Nice to see you, Warden Stanton. How can I help you today, sir”
The Warden smiled at him, “I am afraid I will have to have your word on a couple more things. I know how hard you have worked lately it hardly seems fair. It is so rare and generally a misconception that life is.”
The Warden continued, “Please remove your right shoe and sock and sit your foot on my desk.”
This was odd; what could Max do but comply? So, he removed the shoes and socks and sat them firmly on the desk. The warden went to a drawer and removed this black-looking metallic thing. He approached Max and snapped it around his right ankle, which locked.
“You can put your sock and shoe back on now, Mr. Stapleton. One way you can look at this is to regard it as a week of almost freedom and getting away from the facility, or you can view it in a darkened way. Always choose the positive Mr. Stapleton.”
Max had to sit in a chair to get his sock back over the thing the Warden had attached to him and then get his shoe on.
The Warden said as he worked, “You have done a fine job. You are just about caught up in your work at the end of the hall. Run Richard’s operations better than he typically ever was capable. Avoided what was sure to be some nasty business up on the blocks, which would have surely led to violence, probably injuries. You do well in your classes, help tutor those, and, I dare say, are probably better than their teachers at it. Unfortunately, now this has come up, and you have been requested. This is not an individual that I am willing to anger.”
Max said, “I am afraid I don’t understand, Sir?”
Warden Stanton, “I will need your word first, even on this one. I am sorry. Firstly, I must have your word that you will never discuss what is about to happen with anyone of importance. You can talk to your friends in lockup and probably even need to. Do I have your word on that?”
This made Max nervous, “Okay, you have my word.”
Stanton said, “I must have your word that you will never try to use this against me?”
Max said, “You have my word, sir.”
The Warden looked at him seriously. “On this next one, you must know your place; whether you did it or not, you are a convicted criminal. I want your word that you will cooperate completely with the people you will be with over the weekend. You will do what they say, not throw someone out a window or the like. I know you wouldn’t do that. Your word, please?”
It was hard for Max not to tremble a little, “If it is that important, you have my word.”
Stanton said finally, “This is the easiest. I need your word, and you will not try to escape. That ankle bracelet I locked onto you sends out a low-frequency radio signal so you would be found quickly. You try that, and I will put you in SKU for six months.”
Max said, “You have my word on that.”
The Warden grabbed a few things off his desk and got his car keys.
“Follow me, Mr. Stanton, and let’s take a ride.”
They exited the building and went to the administrative parking lot. The Warden was driving a big red Cadillac. It was in good condition. Max got into the front passenger seat. They arrived at the front checkpoint, and the guard conveniently turned his back.
They pulled out onto the roadway, and he turned the car stereo on. It was playing Luther Vandross's “Stay with Me Tonight.”
The Warden said, “This is the case where your nice personality, good looks, and just being in the wrong place at the wrong time did you in, Mr. Stapleton.”
Max was perplexed, “How so, Sir?”
He asked, “Do you remember the young man? You have met him several times now, Roosevelt Khan?”
Max thought, “Yes, sir, I talked to him up in the front offices several times. We were always joking about his name sir. I was making New Deal jokes about his first name and Start Trek jokes about his second name. He always joked back he called me Max Von Sydow.”
The Warden was speeding down a state highway.
The warden said, “His last name is Khan, and as of now, his father is the new Governor of this state. The gist is Mr. Stapleton he paused. Again, I am sorry. He was up there on an internship and is graduating college next month. He asked his father to have you take care of him and a few of his friends for a party that will run all weekend. I don’t think I have to spell that out for you.”
Max thought, “For fuck’s sake, this is a nightmare!”
The Warden said, “The Governor is an important man so that you will be on your best behavior. Do you understand me, Mr. Stapleton?”
Max just looked down at his feet, “Yes, sir.”
They drove for a while and, came into an expensive housing section, and one of the biggest the Warden pulled up to.
He told Max, “This is where we part ways, Mr. Stapleton. Just ring the bell on the front door. I will return Sunday evening to get you, and best behavior.”
Max Stapleton slowly got out with his stuff, and the big red Cadillac sped away. He walked around to the front door and rang the bell.
In a few minutes, Roosevelt Khan answered the door. He was a bit shorter than Max, with blue eyes and auburn hair. He was wearing shorts without socks and a Boston Marathon t-shirt.
He had one of those shit-eating grins on his face.
Khan said, “Well, our servant has arrived; come in, Max.”
The interior of the home was nice, and loud music was playing; the song was by a group named Sevendust called “Live Again,” which was easy for them to say. Khan led him into a large living room or den with three other men sitting in it. They were all drinking beer.
Max felt faint. The person messing with the stereo looked up and stared at him. It was Mark Wright, who also used his stepfather’s name, Jordan, who had been driving his car the night that landed him in The Stanton Home. A look of shock was on his face. He and the other guy who had been with him had lied about everything, swearing he had been driving, and they had begged him to slow down.
Several times in his life, Max’s strictly no-violence policy had been challenged to the breaking point. At this moment, for just one moment, he felt like taking Mark Wright and tearing this damn house down with him. He didn’t care how much damage it caused him if he could hurt that motherfucker. He centered himself, Mark had done it, which was in the past, and there was nothing he could do about it. He would have little trouble dispatching Mark Wright, then what? He would be in worse trouble than he already was, possibly in a State Prison.
He simply said, “Hello, Mark, you are looking well.”
Roosevelt Khan looked between them and said, “I see you two are already acquainted. Let me introduce you to the other two. This is Daniel Williams.” A guy who looked about Sandy Koufax’s age was sitting in a pair of sporty shorts and a tee shirt that said, “Resurrect IZOD.” He was sitting there drinking a beer. He had close-cropped black hair, dark eyes, and even bushy dark eyebrows.
He pointed to the other young man at the opposite end of the couch.
He stood up and was a couple of inches taller than Max. It was easy to see he had a strong German heritage from some part of his family. He had a square jaw and hazel eyes, and his hair was on the lighter side, but he was hardly blond.
Khan said, “This is Jack Nelson, you know the family that owns Nelson Automotive, who can’t make a profit because they spend all of their money on advertising.”
Everyone but Max laughed. Jack offered his hand to shake. The younger Khan reached out, pushed it down, and looked at Max appraisingly.
He said, “No, see, this is our prison bitch for the weekend; they don’t deserve handshakes. Now he can give you a hand job, and you can give him a cum shot in his mouth. No handshakes, though. That’s for civilized men.”
Max just stared at the wall, so that was how it was to be. He would survive this, and then one day, may something have mercy on their souls. He was not violent, but there was more than violence to lash out at people with, and Max was probably smarter then than these four combined.
Roosevelt Khan told him, “Come with me. Excuse me, gentlemen, while I make our prison bitch presentable.”
He followed Khan upstairs and was told to lose the clothing. He was so used to taking orders that he just did it. Then Khan had him take a shower and clean his teeth well.
Max was brushing, flossing, and rinsing his mouth with mouthwash.
Khan told him, “We will do some interesting things with you this weekend. I know you have been told to go along, I would, or we will make it, so you will not have a choice.”
Max thought he seemed so much nicer in the administrative wing.
When Max was finished, Khan said, “Easy rule about the clothing this weekend, you won’t wear any. We get the house all to ourselves the entire weekend. Now get on your knees and show me what you have learned to do in prison bitch.”
Max didn’t want to be thrown into SKU and forgotten about; he didn’t want to fight all four of them. He was totally and catastrophically outnumbered. His best route here was cooperation.
He got down on his knees, Roosevelt Khan unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and a six-inch, not very thick cock sprung out free.
“Suck me off prison bitch.”
The slave leaned forward, took it in his mouth, and compared it to what he was used to working with. As the Scots/Irish said, this was wee’. He pulled it under suction and used his tongue to work up and down on it.
Roosevelt Khan put a hand on his head, “Just like the prison bitch you are, keep working it like that. They call them gladiator academies. I would say, more like cocksucker college in your case.”
Max worked it well but thought the whole time, you little imp are sealing your fate.
It's easy to spot that this one did not get much sex, plus at how good Max could do that. It took less than five minutes. He knew what James T. Kirk was so mad about in Star Trek II. The Governor’s son shot cum all on the inside of his mouth. Max knew what would be expected, so he obediently swallowed it down. He sucked him good and dry, and it was finished.
Khan Jr. said, “Good job, prison bitch, now throw all your clothes and those shoes in the box over there. I guess you are used to that, aren’t you?” He laughed a bit as Max stored his stuff away.
Khan joked, “You are not like hiding a shiv up your ass, are you?”
Max looked at him cooly, “Rest assured, Sir, if I were going to shiv you, I would have done it long before now. I am nonviolent.”
Still, Roosevelt Khan took an involuntary step back. He quickly recovered, took Max by the arm, and led him downstairs.
He led Max into the room naked and said, “Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to some of the fine, exquisite entertainment we have for the weekend. The advantage of having a father that is the Governor is you get to have a weekend party and have your very own private prison bitch there. I must say I sampled while upstairs, and he can really suck cock.”
Nelson and Williams said almost in unison, “I am next on that list.”
Mark Wright had sat on the other side of the room and just watched.
Roosevelt said, “Gentlemen, there is only one civilized way to settle a quarrel such as this. Pistols at twenty yards.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“I don’t even like guns.”
Khan tried again, “Then you have one of two choices: you can either take him or let him service you both at the same time. Or the way mankind has settled such disputes for centuries........Rock, Paper, Scissors.”
Williams looked at Nelson, “I have seen that on the internet, videos of two guys standing on each side of a slutty assed cocksucker, and they suck them both off. Let’s do that, man. It might be fun, looks like it would be.”
Nelson looked at the naked prison bitch. There was always safety in numbers. He agreed, so they got up and led their prison bitch to the upstairs bedrooms. They had to agree this one looked rather good and was in good shape. He was younger; he had only turned 19 last week they were 24 and 26, respectively. Part of it was that he was from the prison system, so obviously, he must be violent or able to get so at a moment’s notice.
They put him in the center of the room, and both pulled their shorts and underwear down. They positioned themselves on either side of him.
Nelson said, “Now look here, prison bitch, you are not going to do something crazy like bite one of our dicks off? Williams doesn’t need that puny thing of his, but I like mime.”
Max knelt between them, “Look, guys, I am no different from you. I am in jail for a nonviolent crime. Biting people’s dicks off is not something I think about often. I attend college and am in the top 1% of students nationally. I will defend myself, but I am a nonviolent person.”
The two beside him relaxed a little. Williams had to reach out and touch his nice hair, which felt as good as it looked. He began to run his fingers through it, which made Max feel almost like an animal being petted.
Nelson was unconvinced, “If you are so smart, prove it, snap of a snazzy fact. You must know many things if you are in the top 1%.”
The prison bitch said, “In one mol of an element, there are 6.022 X10^23 atoms.”
Nelson looked confused, “What the fuck is a mol?”
Williams said, “Something beyond the comprehension of a business major, you dumbass. He’s right.”
He relaxed and stepped closer, “Just pick one and start some of your prison technology on it keep switching back and forth till you get us both off.”
He began at random and started on Nelson’s five-and-a-half-inch rather thick cock. He worked it till he started getting moans out of him and switched Williams’s 7.1 inch and his was also thick. It took some time working and switching between two people, but Nelson must not get a whole lot either about twelve minutes in, the shorter guy folded and dumped their prison bitch’s mouth full of cum. Max sucked and swallowed him dry. He turned his full attention to Daniel Williams.
Williams prided himself on his staying power. With his skill, this man on his knees before him knocked a big dent out of that pride. He had never seen someone such as this one, even if you remained perfectly still, would get the top part of your cock down in his throat and use himself to throat you with it, and he could hold his breath a long time.
He finally folded and shot his load down the back of their prison bitch’s throat. This weekend may turn out to be pretty good after all.
“Goddamn, that felt good, this one has some skills for certain.”
They sat on the bed, recovering for a second. Their prison bitch remained on his knees.
Nelson finally asked him, “What are you waiting for?”
Their weekend prison bitch said calmly, “I was ordered down here. I am waiting on permission to stand up.”
They both found that interesting and liked it.
Williams said, “You can stand up.”
He got up off his knees and had a nice body for a guy. He was not crazily muscled but was well-toned and had nice skin. His dick was bigger than any of theirs.
They went back down to the living room area.
Khan asked, “Well?”
Nelson said, “That was fucking awesome.”
Williams agreed, “Prison bitch has got some skills.”
They all looked at Mark and poured on the peer pressure.
Mark got up, walked by Max, and said, “Follow me.”
He took him up to the same bedroom Khand had.
He said to Max, “If you are going to kill me, might as well commence.”
Max looked at him and said, “If you think that, then you never really knew me at all.”
Mark got up and walked over to him, “Get on your knees”
Max Stapleton did; there would be time for payback later.
He undid his pants and pulled his six-and-a-half inches out. There was close to a medium thickness to it.
He said, “Get it worked into your mouth, good. I am going to mouth fuck you, then watch as you swallow my load.
If he were going to bite one of their dicks off, this would be the one, and Max did not have the kind of violence in him. He eased down on his back, wishing there was some way he could teleport Block and Tackle here for just five minutes.
Mark aggressively grabbed the back of his head tight and began to roughly throat fuck their loan over prison bitch. He was not gentle about what he did in the least, no reason to be, and he got a secret thrill from that. He would never admit to it to anyone, but the one that was working so hard sucking his cock now, he had been put in jail. This one working on him had probably gotten so good at doing this because he was always made to do it. He tried his best to get some gags out of him, but no such dice roll. It just made him go harder and faster.
He could not be heard up here, and Max was not dangerous, “How do you enjoy being locked away and being used as a cum dump for what I did?”
Mark held their prison bitch’s head in place as he sprayed the inside of his mouth with cum. He looked down with a smirk until he was finally drained. He pulled his cock out of his mouth and stuffed it away in his shorts, then zipped them up.
They came back down the stairs into the living room.
Mark said, “I came, I saw, and I sprayed the inside of our prison bitch’s mouth with my cum.”
Khan Jr. began showing Max around and where everything he would need to serve them was located.
It would be a long weekend, and Max Stapleton’s list got longer.
