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Kenny managed to sit up, the sick feeling in his stomach almost caused him to vomit, but he remembered he’d already got rid of everything possible in his stomach.

“Look,” he began to say, when Len with a quickness denied by his body mass, shot up from his bed and stood right in front of the boy.
“First thing you gotta get right,” menaced Len, “is that you don’t speak unless I give the word,” and with that he flat handed the boy across the face. Kenny was spun round by the force behind the slap and crumpled back onto the bed. He was totally shocked by the unexpected brute force and despite his earlier fears now knew things were much, much more worse than he had expected. Where was the cellmate Mr Masters had almost promised him? He began to sob and then cry.

Len reached down and pinched the boy’s right earlobe between his powerful fingers. Kenny began to squeal and Len hissed, “Squeal all you want, cunt. No ones going to hear you up here.”

Again Kenny heard the foreboding words from the Chief Warden ring behind Len’s hissing reminder. He started to cry but Len now hissed at him.

“Shut the fuck up. When I want you to cry I’ll tell you, for now get silent or I’ll pin back your earholes by sticking your toes in them backwards.”
Kenny took a huge deep breath and managed to hold back the next sob that stuck in his throat. Terrified he looked out of his tear filled eyes at the man who crowded above him. Len was well built and muscular, his pecs’ were clearly defined and his cock, which hung slightly above Kenny’s head, was enormous. Kenny had never seen anything like this, except in a picture of an exotic sex book, and that had showed a woman stroking an elephant’s penis. He and his mates had joked about giving the elephant a run for its money in the size department but secretly all had envied its cock size. Now he really did have something in front of him that would have frightened both the woman and the elephant and it certainly scared him.

As Kenny was now quiet, Len let go and stood up, which for Kenny only accentuated the size of the man’s equipment. Now Kenny had full on close up of Lens huge big hairy balls and Kenny could feel his own balls retracting as he viewed the opposition.

“Right you little fucker,” said Len, “let’s get things clear. First of all you do what I say, if you don’t it won’t be a slap you get next time. An don’t think you can go crying to Mr Carter for any sort of help – remember it was him that put you in here with me and I don’t share. You’re here for a reason, sonny so think on it.”

Kenny thought and despaired even more. It had to be true.
“Sit up now,” instructed Len. Kenny got back up and supported his body against the wall. Gingerly he felt his face, which smarted, at his careful touch, he could feel the heat from the slap as his skin repaired the damage.

“That was nothing lad,” smirked Len, “I know how to hurt without marking and I hope you like pain cos I luv to give it,” and he cackled. Kenny shrank back against the wall.
“Now as I have your attention,” smiled Len, who was enjoying this very much, “lets make a few things clear. Now get out of those clothes whilst I sort out my thoughts.”

Kenny looked as though he could not believe what he had just heard. He began to speak and the thought better of it but the damage was done. He felt his face grabbed and a huge hand was placed over his mouth and nose, not only that it was held tight and, and – Oh God. He couldn’t breathe. Len held on watching for the kid to go faint and at the last moment removed his hand and watched the boy suck in a huge lungfull of precious air as he regained full consciousness.
“Now fucking strip,” Len growled at him, “and remember whilst you are in here you do not wear anything, not even a bollock hair.”

Kenny was too dazed to really hear what Len had said; he was just delighted to be able to breathe normally. Slowly he began to undress under the watchful eye of his new neighbour. His socks and shoes went first, followed by his coat and jumper and shirt and then his trousers. He stood up just his briefs. Trembling he looked at Len who had sat still throughout his dismal performance as a strip artist.

Again Kenny was terrified by Len’s physical speed and he found himself being pulled towards the man by the strong hand that grabbed the waist of his last item of clothing. Desperate Kenny held onto the piston like arm that was dragging him forwards but inexorably he was pulled and placed on Len’s naked lap. Kenny could feel the thick tube of meat, through the mean material he was wearing.

Len said nothing; he just put his other arm around Kenny’s waist. Holding him tight across the flat of his stomach, his hand spread out and almost down inside the briefs, almost touching Kenny’s cock, he pulled gently with the hand that held the waistband of the thin material. Kenny watched in amazement as Len twitched his arm muscles and the briefs just seem to dissolve. Dimly he was aware of the slight pain across his back and the noise of the ripping of the cloth as his briefs were torn off him. Now he really could feel that warm tube of flesh against his bare buttocks. Aghast at the display of brute power he sat still.
“Stand up,” he was told and only too delighted to get away from Len’s pulsing cock Kenny did so. He turned around, raised his legs, bent over and Len examined closely his new toy. His skin crawled at the man’s touch as Len invaded every inch of his body and as Len deliberately hurt him, grabbing his balls to tight, pinching his nipples, pulling back his foreskin roughly and as he bent over squeezing his arse cheeks first together and then apart. Kenny felt like a piece of meat on display.

“You’ll do,” nodded Len, he liked the look of the boy, nice plump bum cheeks to pillow him when he fucked the lad, lovely big nipples to tease with his teeth, good pair of full balls, small looking cock but the boy was scared no doubt it would grow. Nice the boy was uncut; he liked a bit of foreskin to chew on now and again. Yes the boy had possibilities. He pulled him back down on his lap and told him to open his mouth. Sticking two fingers in Kenny’s mouth he opened it as wide as he could and decided it would be big enough. He took one of the wet fingers and tipping Kenny back began to slowly insert it inside the boys’ fuckhole.

Kenny gasped with the pain of this new outrage. The finger seemed massive and the pain was excruciating. Len probed around inside Kenny’s arsehole until he found what he was looking for and a shot of unbelievable pleasure surged through Kenny’s cock as Len began to stroke his prostrate gland. Len finger fucked the boy none to gently as he kept a watch on the lad’s rising prick. Satisfied at what he saw he suddenly withdrew his finger and Kenny was left feeling a little disappointed as his sexual urges were halted.

2Liked that did you,” smiled Len, but it was not a question and Kenny reddened with embarrassment at what Len said and the implications. He then turned white as a sheet as Len now grabbed his own thickening cock which was rising up between Kenny’s open legs and said, “You’ll like it even more when I stick this up inside your fuck hole, your going to be my pussyboy. In fact that’s what I’m going to call you.” and so Kenny was christened.
Len pushed pussyboy off his lap and told him to clear up his clothes, there was a shelf above his bed and "there they would stay" pussyboy was instructed. He then opened the cell door and called, “cuntboy.” There was the sound of running footsteps and a young lad appeared in the doorway, but did not enter the cell. He did not speak but stood with his head bowed.

“Get me hot water, some of that nice smelling soap and a new razor,” Len commanded and added before cuntboy turned to carry out his wishes, “and bring it into the cell when you come back.” Cuntboy trembled a little at this and sped off to run his errand.

Pussyboy finished his task and taking the cue from cuntboy had stood still, head downcast by the bed. His next instruction made him tremble also, not only tremble but shiver with fright.

“Here pussyboy,” stretched Len, “I need a piss, hold my cock for me.”
Pussyboy stood still for a long second and then reluctantly moved to stand beside Len and for the first time took the mighty weapon in his hand and held it over the pan.

“For fuck’s sake,” snarled Len, “pull back the foreskin pussyboy I want to piss into the bog, not in my cock,” and he squeezed pussyboys left buttock very hard. Pussyboy tentatively eased the massive foreskin back to expose the piss-slit and carefully pointed the spitting cock downwards.
As Len finished pissing there was a noise at the cell door. Pussyboy turned to see cuntboy slipping of his trousers and shoes, somewhere he had already lost his shirt and jumper. Naked the boy carried in the tray with the bowl of hot gently steaming water, the razor, the soap and a clean towel. A tube of ointment was also on the tray. Quietly cuntboy placed the tray on the table.

“Good,” grunted Len, “now cuntboy show pusyboy how to clean a cock after a piss.”
Pussyboy noted the paling of cuntboys" face who nevertheless stepped forward and bent down to lick clean the end of Len’s piss dripping cock. Pussyboy squirmed and felt his head spinning at this action and as their eyes met, Kenny could see the total look of compassion in cuntboys" eyes as he looked at him.
“Sit down on the chair pussyboy,” Len commanded, “and spread those legs.”
Mystified and scared pussyboy did as he was told.

“Shave him cuntboy,” Len spoke dispassionately and pussyboy woke up to what was about to happen. He had noticed that cuntboy was also completely hairless between his legs and now he knew why. Trembling he sat there as the boy began to soap him up, rubbing gently the area to be shaved. Tense pussyboy watched as the first stroke of the razor began to cut away his proof of puberty, how many years had it taken to grow that sparse patch of coarse hair, how many jokes at school had he suffered until at last hair had actually appeared and how proud he had been when it finally had happened, now it was all lost.
Although the shaving was done in quiet Kenny after the initial shock realised that the youth in front of him was doing his best not to hurt or injure him. The boy caught Kenny’s eye and out of Len’s sight he winked and gave Kenny a thin, smile of understanding. Kenny relaxed slightly at this and as the boy indicated with his hands and the razor he moved to allow the boy full access to his private area. Soon his entire groin was devoid of hair and he stood up to put one foot on the chair to allow cuntboy to shave his balls.

The ball area now denuded the youth now made a circling motion with his hands. Kenny did not understand what the boy was getting at, until cuntboy stood up and turning so his back was towards Kenny he bent down and pulled open his bum cheeks. Kenny saw that this area was also hairless and that he was to be shaved there as well. He felt a sense of trust with the boy now and allowed him to position him across the table so that his own arse could be shaved. The boy was very tender and careful as he did this and Kenny felt more safer in his hands.

Cuntboy now began to dry the shaved skin and afterwards he took the tube of ointment and began to massage it into Kenny’s skin working towards his now puckered arsehole. It was obviously a salve or something to stop the skin from smarting after being shaved. Satisfied that Kenny’s arsehole area was soothed enough he put the towel on the chair and indicated Kenny should sit back down. Cuntboy now began to massage the groin area with his lotion, caressing it into the now baby soft skin. Kenny relaxed even more as the boy carried on round his balls, across his stomach and even down the stubby length of his cock. He was actually enjoying the sensation of being massaged when with a shock he realised that his cock was beginning to thicken.

Cuntboy smiled at him and put a dab of the lotion on his finger on one hand and with the other he delicately pulled back Kenny’s foreskin. Kenny froze as his cockhead was exposed and the boy gently dabbed the lotion across its pink tip. He tried to pull back and shook his head to try and stop the boy from what he was doing. Cuntboy gave him a puzzled look and both turned and appealed to Len who had sat watching intently the scene unfold.
“Sit still pussyboy,” he grinned, “and let cuntboy get his reward for doing such a fine job. Now cuntboy,” he added, “remember hands only.”

Grinning cuntboy resumed his task as pussyboy gripped the seat of the chair and demanded with his body language that his cock should not get any bigger. Relentlessly cuntboy massaged and stroked until pussyboy’s cock defeated its owner and blossomed into erection. Defeated pussyboy slumped in his seat, which actually made his cock droop a little, but this was short lived. All to soon pussyboy found himself being caressed back to hardness and as his traitorous cock deserted its owner, he started to experience what it was like to be wanked by an expert. As his baser emotions took over Kenny could not believe how well the boy was wanking him, try as he might he could not escape the fact that he was being wanked so well that he was enjoying himself. As he was manually taken to sexual heights he had never dreamed off, Kenny began to forget where he was. Orgasm was the aim and the path to this pleasure was in cuntboys" hands.

Kenny felt the centre of his universe slide and the sensations of his impending climax become joined. Faster and faster now the sensual hands went, deeper and deeper were the breaths that Kenny took, both boys’ pulses and heartbeats were racing until Kenny moaned, sagged in the chair and his cock erupted in one of the best climax’s of his short life. As his cock spunked high and forcefully, cuntboy pulled back pussyboys" foreskin hard back and squeezed the cocktip, rubbing the raised edge with nimble fingers. Kenny trembled and quivered at this unexpected extra pleasure that again heightened his post climax.
Kenny was used to wanking; in fact all he was used to was wanking. He had had girlfriends but so far he had lucked out and was a virgin. The closest he had got to sex was a quick grope in the cinema and the girl at the time did not touch him at all. So Kenny was very used to his own body and how to pleasure himself, but he had never ever experienced such an orgasm, such a climax, if it had not been for the fact that a boy had done it to him he would have felt exhilarated but even so he did feel petty good.

Amazed at what had been done to him Kenny watched now as cuntboy cleaned up the spunk with his hands, scooping it into one palm.
“Eat it cuntboy,” said Len and Kenny looked astounded as cuntboy began to lick his spunk from his hand, He looked at Len and saw the thick tube of glistening meat that was Len’s cock. His eyes boggled at the size of the head let alone the length. He sank back in fright again; all thought of pleasure wiped from his brain as he imagined what pain that could cause if . if.. Kenny tried to banish the picture from his brain.

Cuntboy was trying to catch his attention and relieved he looked at the boy who had a further palmfull of his spunk in his hand. Cuntboy offered it to him; Kenny looked at the boy what the hell was he getting at.

“Eat it pussyboy,” said Len, and pussyboy’s world took on a darker hue. He stared at the pool of pearly white liquid and tried to move his face away.
“Eat it pussyboy,” menaced Len, “and get used to it as it will be part of your daily diet from now on.”

Pussyboy blanched at the phrase, ‘daily diet’. Cuntboy gently stroked the side of his mouth with one finger and staring into the boys eyes Kenny reluctantly licked his own cum off first the boys finger and finally his palm. It tasted slimy, salty and warm and there was a musky aftertaste that coated his mouth and tongue and throat. Kenny had no idea that he would learn to like eating his own cum and how nice it was in comparison to other people’s. For this time however he was glad that the boy cleaned up every drop he could find, he never notice that cuntboy licked his lips and that he had indicated with his head ‘if he could..?’ to which Len had nodded his ‘no.’ He had other plans for pussyboys" first cocksuck.

Cuntboy now left taking the tray with him and the newly shaved, newly spunked pussyboy sat once more dispirited on his chair, watching his cock slowly drooping. When it dribbled a last string of semen on his thigh he hoped that Len had not seen it but it took only a raise of an eyebrow for Kenny to wipe the spunk up with his hand and stick it in his mouth. Satisfied Len told him to come and sit on the bed.
Thankful his ordeal was over Kenny got up of the chair and went towards the bed.

Len stopped him short, “Wrong bed pussyboy, come here,” and patted the bed beside him.
Horrified Kenny turned to look at Len and again fearful and trembling sat down as indicated. ‘What now?’ he asked himself miserably.
The answer came quickly. Len reached up to the shelf above his bed and handed pussyboy a container of lubrication, “I think cuntboy gave you a good lesson,” he smiled, “so let’s see what you have learned and how well you pick things up,” and he picked Kenny’s hand up and placed it on his huge leaking cock.” Now wank me,” he said.

Pussyboy looked at the huge task in front of him and tentatively started to grease up his hands and the enormous cock with the lotion. Trying to recall what the boy had done to him scant minutes earlier he started to work on the gigantic weapon. He had never touched another man’s cock until now and despite how well cuntboy had tossed him he felt revolted as he started to ease the thick foreskin up and down the large prick. It must be eleven inches long he thought and god knows how wide it is.

“It’s eleven and a half inches long from the base, its nine inches round at the base, thinning to seven inches just under the head and eight inches round at the head, rising to eight and a half when it ejaculates,” answered Len, reading his thoughts, he’d had enough questions asked over the years which is one of the reason’s his sex slaves were taught to keep quiet Len added, “It’s nine inches long when its asleep and the cockhead is four and a half inches long from the tip to the edge.

Kenny tried to compare the detailed information with what he had in his hands and then Len went as spoiled it by telling him, “So when it’s balls deep in that pretty arse of yours you’ll know why you groaning,”
Kenny’s hands went numb at the thought. Up till then he had began to take an interest in the sex object before him, next he’ll be telling me..”
“And the balls are a pound and a half each in weight and measure eight inches around each.”

Kenny was astounded, as Len appeared to read his mind, however Len had different thoughts now to concentrate on. Wanking was important to Len, because of the size of his cock, finding sexual partners who could accommodate him was always a problem and it could take weeks to train a boy to fit him in, let alone any woman. Similarly oral sex presented the same problem; so the manual stimulation of his cock was an important release for him if he was to feel any sort of sexual satisfaction and he took it where he could, man, boy, woman, girl, goat and cow. He wondered how pussyboy would feel if he knew that bestiality was the main reason for his current incarceration.

He started to teach the boy to do it right, making suggestions, altering the pace, when to use two hands and despite his horror Kenny was sucked into a renewed interest in the task. As he manipulated the muscle and its covering of silken skin he wanted to, needed to see it spurt spunk. Would it throw it high or would it just dribble out of the huge slit in the top.

Len began to relax and enjoy what pussyboy was doing; he was proving to be good at pleasuring him, especially for a first timer. Len knew he needed to see him cum and knew what the reaction would be when he fountained, how many soon came back to see if it would do it again like that and again and again. As ever with a new boy Len recalled the first time someone had tossed him.

He’d been ten and in the last year at Junior School and away on the farewell school trip to the seaside. By then he was already big cocked and also having problems with the dammed thing especially when it would not go down. He’d also started having wet dreams and his mother was most cross about the mess his bed sheets were in, but she’d never had brothers and knew nothing about the changes her Lenny was going through.

As a non swimmer he’d been sent to the local pool for teaching, he’d not thought it odd that when holding him up in the water whilst he held on the edge and kicked out practising his leg movements that the instructor should have put his hand in his trunks. Something the instructor risked after initially holding him up outside the well-stuffed trunks. In fact as the instructor had stood close to him in the water supporting his body whilst he practised his arm movements he’d quite liked the way the man stroked him between the legs. Then when the man had walked him to the changing rooms to help him shower he’d thought it wonderful when the man kept cleaning his cock until it spat out its contents, which had initially shaken the instructor; and then in the changing rooms wrapped up in a large towel and sat on the instructors lap he’d absolutely loved it when the man had tickled him until it happened again.

At this the instructor decided to take him back into the pool to join his next session as he felt he needed extra lessons and to help out the instructor, had allowed him to use him as a training model; to show how to kick, how to float, how to do the arm movements and all the time the hand seemed glued in between his legs. He’d cum twice in the pool and once more in the changing rooms and once on the way home in the instructors’ car, where he’d taken him to show him the scenery and in a local wood the instructor had practised some deep breathing exercises for when he went snorkelling, he’d very much enjoyed that especially when he’d cum in the instructors mouth. He hadn’t much liked it when the instructor had put his knickers back on him and pushed his own cock through the fly and rubbed himself against Len until he’d cum himself, it meant that Len was wet and damp and he hated that. For the first time however in ages he’d slept with clean sheets in the morning. It had been a wonderful holiday and even better, it turned out the instructor had a two week holiday himself and arranged to meet Len every day for special training, after which the instructor had kept in touch for week ends and occasional days off all through the summer holiday. By the end of that summer Len could take care of himself and he’d met the instructor for the last time and grudgingly allowed him to put his cock in his knickers for the last time, but he’d worn the instructors knickers instead so that was better. The instructor had snorkelled him three times that day and wanked him twice and when he’d told him it was the last time and he had to go home for tea, the man had cried and even offered him money so he’d taken him home and told his mother, he was the man who’d helped him to swim and could he stay the night as he’d missed the last train back and she’d agreed. ‘He could share Len’s bed, they could top and toe’ and Len had spent the entire night with his cock being snorkelled. In the morning the man had gone and Len’s mum looked at the worst mess her son had ever made and he knew none of it was his. But the money was his and when he went to his new school he knew the job he wanted, it was fun work as well.

Len felt his climax approaching and told pussyboy to speed it up. He actually had the nieve boy lie with his head on his chest as he worked the cock harder and harder, he told pussy boy, “lie against my chest and listen to my heartbeat you’ll know when I cum then,” and he had spunked all over the poor boys face. The lad had gone as white as spunk itself when the first globs had hit squarely on the lips, but pussyboy had coloured up enough when he told him to lick him clean.
Kenny sat up and surveyed Len’s cock. He’d been terrified when that monster had gone off in his face, but the eruption had been amazing, and so much spunk. Len’s chest and belly was covered in the stuff; let alone his face and hair and then he’d been told to lick it up. He knew from his lips what the stuff tasted like, it was thicker than his own and although less salty, was mustier. Kenny had decided he preferred his own and it was a long thought past when he recalled it, amazed that he could even consider it. Len’s training was kicking in.

As he was licking the last dregs that kept appearing at the tip of the cock, cuntboy appeared with their meal. Kenny was to discover that whilst he serviced Lenny, other people serviced him. Len allowed Kenny to get off the bed and eat, but he made cuntboy suck his cock to show pussyboy, how to really clean it. Cuntboy then tried to suck him off and he had to pull the boy off him. To show his displeasure he’d told the boy to get fucked by all the screws on the nightshift, which meant he’d not get much sleep. Cuntboy had bowed his head, had knelt down and kissed his feet and then turned around and winked his arsehole at him, he’d been almost tempted and then remembered pussyboy so he’d kicked cuntboy straight in the arsehole and sent him packing.

Carter had then looked in to see how he was going. Kenny had done his startled rabbit act when he’d seen him arrive, and had blushed bright red when Len had introduced him as pussyboy. Mr Carter had examined his shaved area and had stroked Kenny’s cock. All the time pussyboy had stayed silent and trembling as his examination took place. As the warders hands caressed him he knew he was a lost cause and that his fate now lay in the hands that held him gently. Pussyboy was now beyond tears and Kenny was becoming a far off part of his life. As Carter left Len told him about cuntboy and he said he’d let the Duty Warder know, to save time he asked could they fuck him on the ground floor in the well?

“Can I get out an watch?” asked Len.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” smiled Carter, “in fact I may come and join you for an hour, perhaps pussyboy could learn something.”

Len now let pussyboy lie down for a while to rest. Strained the boy slept quickly but was easily awakened an hour later when Len had to piss. Len had watched pussyboy studying his cock as his yellow stream spurted and spurted and then dribbled. The boy had shaken the tip and then, hesitantly had bent over and delicately licked the cocktip clean. Len watched the grimace and stroked pussyboys head.

“Lie on my day bed,” he told pussyboy and sat on the opposite bed, “now wank yourself. I want to see how well you look after yourself.” Obediently pussyboys hand had come up and begun to play and caress his new cock.

‘It did feel different’ thought Kenny, and began to enjoy the shaven sensation. Soon his cock had a slicked head and Kenny began to try out on himself some of the methods that cuntboy had tried on him earlier. At first he had found Len’s constant stare disconcerting, but as his cock had thickened and he had got heated, especially with the new sensations he was producing in himself he started to enjoy having an audience. When with his climax approaching Len had handed him his mug and told him to cum in that he actually found the idea exciting and was satisfied to see a large load of cum being deposited in the mug. He squeezed the last of his ejaculation out of his knob head and rubbed the edge against the side of the cool mug, so that the last dribble of semen slipped in. Giving his mug-full a last look he raised it to his lips and was surprised and disappointed to find that Len took the mug away. He gave him a pleading enquiring look.

“Do it again pussyboy,” instructed Len and he handed him the container of lubrication. Pussyboy now smoothed his man-tube with the liquid, to his surprise it felt sensual and even much more of a surprise his cock actually began to thicken again. Kenny could never ever remember even trying to do it again so soon, once was usually enough to send him off to sleep, so this was a novel experience for him. He pulled back his foreskin and dribbled some of the cool liquid on his cock head. His cock throbbed in reply and Kenny amazed at his body’s response once again started to wank himself, He was just getting into his stride when Len dipped his finger in pussyboys mud and coated it with the cooling cum. As pussyboy rode his own cock, Len now slipped his finger in pussyboys fuckshute. He encountered some slight resistance and returned the finger to the mug to get more spunk and he slurped it into pussyboys fuckhole until he was able to get his finger right in. Pussyboy was breathing hard now and to his utmost surprise and disgust was actually bearing down on the finger fucking him. Kenny could not help himself now, his senses had been enflamed by a master and whilst afterwards he would be disgusted with himself now, here, at this very moment his personal satisfaction was paramount and he eagerly forced Len’s finger up inside to rub against that special gland that made him feel so very special.

‘Now here it starts, he felt good, so good, so hot, hot, hot, that finger feels ..’As the finger was removed and not replaced pussyboy could not help the cry of desperation, like when a baby looses the nipple as it’s feeding. He looked up despondent at Len who held out the spunk mug and picked up pussyboys other hand.

As in a dream pussyboy watched as his finger was coated in his own spunk and although held in someone else’s hand; the semen-coated finger was slowly inserted in his fuckshute. Kenny lay there one of his own fingers in his arse, his other hand still slowly caressed his throbbing cock. Gently Len moved the finger back and forth until pussyboy took over with his own rhythm.

Len sat back and watched as pussyboy fucked himself over the top, his cock spitting forth another good heavy load of generous boycum, his hand now with two of his own fingers working deep in his arsehole, prolonging the climax for as long as possible until exhausted he fainted with the passion he had caused himself.

Len watched the trembling, quivering body as it spasmed, the orgasm rolling and re rolling over the spent youth. He saw the eyelids flutter and then open, the depth of feeling in those blue eyes touched a nerve within himself and he leant forward and kissed the damp, swollen lips. Pussyboy kissed back allowed the tongue to penetrate and the finger, and the finger and relaxed so the third finger could also enter. Len played pussyboy like a musical instrument, moving through the high notes to the low notes until he gentled a succession of chords that had pussyboy raising himself high of the bed as he climaxed for the third time, his thin bubble of semen belying the strength and power of his double cock and anal climax.

Len allowed pussyboy to hold him until he fell asleep. Len looked down at his rampant cock that was leaking pre-cum like a dripping faucet. He’d let the boy sleep for a short while; it would make his first cocksucking session so much better if he was rested.

A half an hour later Kenny started and trembled awake. ‘God he felt good that last…’ he thought. Shock at what he had done, what he had allowed, how he had felt, kicked him in the stomach like the kick of a mule. Shame washed over him and as he looked down at his sleeping cock he felt it admonishing him. He looked at Len who was still studying him deeply. At that moment he both loved with desperation and hated with extreme fear this man who in such a short time had debased him as an individual, as a person so that he was nothing more than an object, a slave, a nothing.

Len held out the remains of pussyboys spunk that lay congealing in the bottom of the mug. As he did so he saw the raging emotions cross the boys’ face and as pussyboy took the mug, they drained away as he drained away the contents of the mug.
Len bided his time until the mug was licked clean and handed back to his outstretched hand.

“Here,” he commanded softly. Pussyboy sat up and stretched moving his tensed body until it was relaxed and supple again. He lay on the bed beside Len and once again, delicately took the enormous, exciting cock in his hand and began to slick the foreskin down like before. He noticed how wet it was and that he did not need to use any extra lubrication. He stroked the wonderful weapon as before, cajoling it, breathing in its musky male smell, licking it, kissing it. Pussyboy moved back slowly in alarm. How had he ended up kissing it, kissing that bubbling leaking tip? His head had been on Len’s chest; his hand had been caressing him, stroking his head as he manipulated his cock. The hand was back now, gentling his head, soothing and gently pushing him back down so that his lips were close to that dripping object.

Try as he might, pussyboy found that inexorably his lips were now in constant contact with Len’s cockhead. No matter what he did or which way he turned, back his head would be manipulated until his lips were once again stuck against the slippery cock tip. Harder his head was pushed. His lips crushed against the velvet wetness. In an attempt to stop them hurting, being compressed between Len’s insistent hand and his equally insistent cock he opened them. At first the pressure eased, he licked the pre-cum dribbling into his mouth and found it tasted almost sweet. He licked some more and swallowed some more and there was always more. The pressure began again and he opened his lips and his mouth wider and wider. As realisation set in, he felt his head being held in a vice like grip, his struggles were useless and Kenny’s last tear coursed down his cheek.

“Relax,” came the throaty whisper, and now totally pussyboy, he did as he was told. Slowly his mouth opened wider and wider and the tip of Len’s cock slipped happily into it’s new home.

“Breathe through your nose,” he was told, “and lick the tip backwards and forwards with your tongue.” Pussyboy licked. “Swallow, gently,” he was commanded and as he did another half inch of man meat was pulled inside, “ Suckle,” he was told and he licked and nibbled and swallowed the ever increasing flood of liquid that pooled into his mouth. He was conscious now that his head was being manipulated until he caught the rhythm of his own accord and began the up and down movements, combined with suckling swallowings. He also noticed how less sweet the liquid had become and how hard the velvet tip in his mouth was becoming. It pulsed to a different beat, the piss-slit had widened and he could sink the tip of his own tongue in.

“Move the foreskin up and down.” he was instructed, make it cover your lips,” and he did so. It was an odd feeling having your lips covered over like that. “Faster,” Len whispered almost bent double over the human vaccum he was creating. Pussyboy now felt he was joined to the object in his mouth, it was now a part of him and he began to feed of it. He recognised its heartbeat and its needs and sucked and sucked the precious liquid that spilled faster and faster into his swallowing throat. Faster too went his hands, working that tube of flesh backwards and forwards. He could see the balls beneath the tube, breathing, contracting in and out and in and out. Len’s supporting belly was also thrusting him to a similar rhythm and pussyboy could feel the cock throb, the balls pulse, the belly thrust, his throat swallow, his hands pump. Now it was different, his hands pumped, the belly pumped, the cock pulsed, his throat pulsed, and the balls throbbed. Sweat dripped of the locked pair as Len’s climax took off.

There was a split second when time stood still, pussyboy felt it reverberate through his own body and then everything came together, his hands pumped, the balls pumped, the belly pumped, the cock pumped and pumped and his throat pulsed the streams of thick, pearly manjuice as they erupted into his pumping mouth. Spunk pumped all over the place and such was the force of the ejaculation it forced it self up inside pussyboys mouth so that it dribbled out through his nose.

Covered in Len’s man juice, his throat full and his nose full pussyboy coughed himself of the pulsing cock. Len gave him enough time to recover and clear his nose so he could breathe and then sank the boys’ head back onto his still over-flooding cock. As the climax subsided pussyboy began to clean up the mess, licking pools of spunk from everywhere. He suckled continually back to the still oozing cocktip as he licked all over the tube and the foreskin and the twitching belly, clearing up every last limpid drop.

As Len finally lay back on the bed, pussyboy found himself being pushed further down the bed to another splattered pool of cum. As he licked it up and recognised the taste he discovered that in the heat of the moment he too had cum. It was the first time they had had a mutual orgasm and neither had known it at the time.

Now that all the spunk was cleaned up pussyboy edged back up the bed to stretch his cramped body from the tight position he had been held. Len turned towards him and kissed him gently on the spermy lips, there was the slightest of hesitation and his tongue once again slipped into the boys’ mouth. The two tongues duelled slowly until pussyboy stayed his to suck the broad swath of wet living skin that enriched his mouth.

Len shifted the boy so that he was lying on top of him and they carried on kissing sweetly. Len pulled the boy’s head back and looked up at him, there were still semen patches on his face and in his hair but the boy pushed back insistent, his tongue seeking to fight again. Len sucked him into his own mouth this time and as they kissed again subtly, Len adjusted their positions.

If pussyboy was aware of it he gave no sign, but he was now lying on top of Len with his legs opened and Len"s huge cock, pulsing gently at his puckering fuckshute. Len kissed him heavily and pushed him gently down so that the very tip of his cock was kissing its next destination. Appearing to be blissfully unaware pussyboy kissed on. Around them the prison began to close down for the night and in other cells, the nightly rock of fuck or be fucked began.

Back outside in the real world Davey pulled his leaking cock out of his brothers glistening bumhole. Billy grimaced and concerned Davey asked,” was that alright bruv?”
“S’not the same.” he said, “we need to get bigger. I do miss Mr Cocker. He could do it right.”
“Shall we suck then?” asked Davey petulantly.
“Yeah,” answered his brother, “an, an we get to hold it and then kiss together so it mixes an then we can share it.”
Excitedly two loving brothers bent to their task.

‘Dear Mr and Mrs .’ Mr Masters wrote, ‘I am a Social Worker and the joint case of your sons’ has been referred to me. I am writing to introduce myself so that I can arrange a meeting with yourselves and subsequently your sons’ so that we can begin to repair the damage recently caused by the sentencing and imprisonment of..’

Downstairs in the ground floor well cuntboy raised and opened his legs for the first of the night warders; as the first entered him roughly the next two waited in line, leaking cocks at the ready. He licked his lips and both advanced to the other end, all three drove into him at the same time.
Mr Carter, off duty and informally dressed watched as he ascended the landing to the fourth floor, he wondered with anticipation how Barker was getting on with his task. As he approached the cell door the first of cuntboys’ moans, dampened by the two cocks in his mouth echoed softly around the wing.

To be continued...