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Chapter 005- Payoff

Where there is dowry there is danger.
Irish Proverb

Trevor remained standing in the cell waiting for the inevitable. Carlos's
jumpsuit was already unzipped to the waist and he was wearing what the skins
called a "wife beater" or "guinea" t-shirt, which was actually a thin ribbed
tank top undershirt.

It cased the bulging muscles of Carlos' chest and stomach perfectly and was
all Trevor needed to conclude that even if he had the will to fight, it
would be a losing battle.

Trevor could see the oversized muscles in Carlos's arm flex as the guy
unzipped his jumpsuit the rest of the way, "Yo sit down on the bunk man, you
're making me nervous and shit."

Trevor sat on the bunk to the right, which of course put him at crotch
height with the tall Latino. Carlos took a step forward fishing a long cock
through the opening of oversized red and white polka-dotted boxers.

Not yet erect, the brown colored organ dangled inches away from Trevor's
lips. He knew what was expected- he had had enough practice since Taz had
cruelly tossed him aside- but he couldn't bring himself to do it on his own.

Carlos took another step forward and put one hand on the back of Trevor's
head where brown hair was starting to grow in.

"Yo get busy man," Carlos said, "Don't play like you don't know what you
gotta do."

Trevor leaned forward and took the limp dick into his mouth. It was
uncircumcised and the urge to gag was very strong. The urge to not get
beaten was stronger though, and somehow he was able to get it in his mouth
without thinking of the moist lint cheese just below the foreskin.

When he had been in the Zoo, Trevor had been forced to service more than a
few uncut penises, and none of them had been as clean as this one was. That
point didn't make it any easier.

Carlos used his hand to draw Trevor's face even closer, and he flexed his
ass as he did so. The problem was that no matter what he wanted to pretend,
this was definitely a male mouth on his cock.

Carlos would make the kid grow his hair if he decided to keep him. That
would be a must, "Yo use your tongue man, don't make me hurt you." He said.

Closing his eyes and trying to blank out his mind, Trevor decided to stop
trying to pretend this was all going to magically go away. He would have to
do this either way, so why not just go for it and worry about his manhood
later?

Whatever he had to do, it couldn't be as bad as the Zoo, and nothing on
earth could be as terrible as being locked in a cell with Oscar.

Trevor made his tongue circle and started to suck. From his perspective this
was not sex, it was a project designed to help him survive the day.
Approaching it that way and divorcing himself from the intimacy and
domination made it much easier, he decided.

Carlos instantly noticed the difference, "Yeah I knew you was a cocksucker."
He moaned, "Lick that big Boricua cock mami"

As Trevor had predicted, Carlos' cock grew to huge proportions in his mouth
and despite his scientific approach to servicing it, he was having a hard
time not gagging.

With both hands now on Trevor's head; Carlos started to rhythmically move
his hips, grinding his cock deep into the skinhead's throat. It didn't feel
nearly as good as when Mousy did it, but it was worlds better than his hand.

Trevor was trying to breathe and hoping to get the guy off as quickly as
possible, and with his eyes closed felt like he was drifting in space. He
forgot all about the implications of what he was up to and just focused on
the cock in his mouth which was now bent upward like a smooth, fleshy
banana.

Getting lost in the act, he was brought back to earth when Carlos slapped
him in the head, "Yo watch your fucking teeth man!" Carlos said withdrawing
his cock and sliding it on Trevor's face.

It didn't feel particularly good to do it, because of the light stubble on
Trevor's cheek, but seeing his own cock up against the face of a young
racist more than made up for that.

Unlike sex with females or even Mousy, the element of cruelty and domination
proved to be a sexual turn on in its own right.

Trevor still had his eyes closed, and Carlos continued to run his long dick
all over the kid's sad face. The contrast of his mahogany cock with the
white young skin of Trevor's cheeks caused Carlos to start to throb.

"Yo open your eyes man," Carlos said, "See who owns you up in this
motherfucker."

Trevor opened his sad eyes and looked up at Carlos. This was enough to cause
the Latino thug to shoot all his seed on the spot. That woeful look of
another man so totally dominated that he had to allow a stronger one to
disrespect him to such an extent was too much all at once.

With his right hand steadying Trevor's face, Carlos continued to hump him,
taking care to land a good amount of sperm in his eyes, "Keep them eyes open
kid and keep looking at me." He said

Trevor wanted to scream and cry and throw himself on the floor in shame. The
liquid smelled like lima beans and there was so much of it that his face was
covered. His eyes were stinging and one of them had trouble staying open as
the sticky sperm blurred his vision.

Carlos was heaving and looking down at him with a smirk that was almost
worse than what had just happened, "Yo you are twisted." He said, "But check
it out kid, I'm twisted too. Lick that shit off me."

Since he could barely see, Trevor let was forced to feel through Carlos'
thick pubic bush with his tongue. He obediently sucked all the cum he could
find off Carlos's body and sat back gagging on a pube that had gotten caught
in his teeth.

"Check it out- I ain't even done" Carlos said, jerking his cock back to
hardness, "Get naked kid,"

***

 Silvia patiently waited for her next visitor. She had liked the kid porking
her grandson. He had just the right mix of suspicion and respect. Not a
sucker and not overly cocky. Vito might just be built to properly deal with
Jaime. She hoped so for his sake.

The door opened and a weathered looking inmate entered the room. She stood
up and tried to keep her face neutral. Time had not been kind to her old
friend.

"Silvia!" Frenchy said, with emotion, "It's been so long."

They hugged warmly, and then she stepped back, "You haven't changed a bit."

"Oh brother." Frenchy said rolling his eyes dramatically. He knew she was
being kind, but  was thrilled anyway, "Either your eyesight is going or you
are being kind."

They sat down.

"Did you get what I sent you?" she said sweetly. It was nice to be with
somebody she could totally relax with, and made a mental note not to wait so
long for her next visit.

"Yes I did, and you shouldn't have." Frenchy said, "So how are you holding
up?"

The talked about nothing for a while, but before long the conversation
turned to the person that would forever bind them, even if he had been dead
for years.

"Today is the anniversary you know," Silvia said sadly.

"I know." Frenchy replied, "God I miss him. You?"

"Every day." Silvia said, "Every day."

This unlikely pair had become friends decades ago when Silvia's husband, the
legendary Johnny "the snake" Abate had taken Frenchy as his jailhouse wife.

Knowing both male nature in general and her husband in particular, Silvia
had no illusions of the need for sexual companionship, and rather than live
in denial had faced the situation and in the process had made the best
friend of her life.

The two had corresponded for years by mail and the occasional phone call.
But of course Silvia was there for more than a reunion with her dearest
friend.

***

It was like two marble statues mating. Both naked and still charged from the
brawl in the gymnasium, Troy practically tackled Chico to the floor and
before they landed, both men were in painful states of arousal.

More like a continuation of their battle from earlier than anything
resembling lovemaking, Troy violently turned the lanky Latino boy around and
mounted him doggie style.

Chico felt the thick knob and overstuffed girth of Troy's cock clear his
anal ring with a minimum of spit and a maximum of brute force. These two had
reached that wonderful stage in their arrangement when both were already
used to the architecture of each other's body and could dispense with the
preliminaries.

Troy slammed his pale hips into Chico enjoying the tight connection as he
always did. Unlike raping some stupid asshole he didn't give a fuck about,
Chico had actually come to enjoy his wild ways.

Because of this, Troy was able to go crazier than he ever had before. After
all, if the guy wasn't trying to get away, energy could be spent making it
feel good for himself instead of trying to hold the victim in place. There
was something to be said for that.

"You fucking love it." Troy gasped as he tried his hardest to fuck Chico to
death, "You fucking love me on your punk ass."

"Fuck you." Chico laughed; slamming his hips back and shivering each time
Troy hit his prostate. His cock was at it's longest and he was no longer too
embarrassed to jerk himself off as he got fucked.

Troy continued to slam for a few more strokes, but didn't want to cum yet,
so on the last stroke, he stayed buried in Chico's ass and reached around to
pinch his nipples. Chico gasped, but the tightening of his anus told Troy
that he liked it.

"You fucking pervert." Troy laughed, "You like that?" he twisted them again,
"Huh? Tell me you fucking like it." This time he twisted it so hard that
Chico screamed

"I LIKE IT- I LIKE IT!" he laughed trying to twist away

Troy was still too turned on to risk thrusting again so he withdrew slowly
and flipped Chico around again, "Lick my balls." He grunted.

Even this no longer bothered Chico at all. Because of the deep bond that had
been able to form between the two, he was happy to do whatever he could to
make Troy happy.

He was so thankful for Troy's protection and companionship that he was glad
to be able to do something in return for the generosity.

Troy's cock was thick, and pale like the rest of him and was nestled in a
pubic thatch that was the color of straw. His balls were like small
baseballs, but unlike Chico's which dangled even lower than his cock did
when it was soft, Troy's were almost always tight to his body.

Chico put his mouth on them, using a bit of suction and his tongue to tickle
them before going underneath. He knew from experience that this sent his
friend over the edge and before long; Troy was on the floor, leaning back on
his elbows and thrusting his hips in the air.

By the time they did things like this, Chico was so aroused that he had
begun to connect it with the natural smell of his friend. Because of this,
the smell itself had begun to be erotic to him.

Even now, neither boy was calm, as Chico's mouth and tongue moved in a
frenzy in the most intimate part of Troy and Troy's body writhed and humped
in response.

For Troy, the idea that another person was licking and sucking him in an
area that had always been totally private and off limits, caused him to lose
all reason.

They were so caught up in it, that Chico did something he had never done on
his own- he let his tongue go even further down into the crevice of Troy's
ass. The last time his mouth had been down there, Troy had made him do it as
punishment and it was torturous.

Now it was torturous for another reason. Chico was only vaguely surprised to
find that taking this chance made him horny beyond belief.

Troy gasped and looked down at him with gray eyes of shock, but did nothing
to stop it. Before long, Chico had his mouth over Troy's anus and was eating
it with a passion that he had never felt with a vagina.

It felt so good that Troy lifted his legs and this spurred Chico on even
further. Holding Troy's legs in the air, he licked and sucked Troy's
throbbing asshole until the skinhead was screaming at the top of his legs
and shooting his seed into his own face.

Troy didn't know what to do with himself. One moment he was tentatively
allowing Chico to lick his bunghole and the next he had his legs over his
head and was screaming with pleasure!

With his own sperm dripping down his face, Troy looked at Chico in shock.
Chico giggled, leaned back, and proceeded to shoot a huge load of his own
onto the concrete floor of the cell.

When it was over, neither said a word for a very long time.

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