Age 18 - Late winter and spring 1973

Small town in New England

County Jail

Well, I had successfully made myself into a commodity. I was the boy, the bitch of the biggest man in the entire jail house and I was pulling the strings. In return all I had to do was put up with the role of a bitch, and since that wasn’t far from where I had come from, so what. Being a long hair of small stature I came in as a perfect target for abuse, but instead turned it into my vacation spot for up to the next six months. And I had Paul to protect me and enforce my edicts at my right hand. We had so much smoke flowing into the jail we were swimming in it. Alcohol was just as easy to get brought in.

I was receiving the respect and safety from the population I had commanded and I never had to worry about the guards. Paul was certainly doing his job for me. So I was certainly going to do my job for him, and that was to be the best bitch he ever had. And after 20 boys he had through his many stays in jails and prisons he was definitely hooked on what I could give him. He was also going to hook me up with people on the outside when I got out. I would wind up getting released before Paul by two months, but I did come back twice to see him after my release to service him quite well, along with the attending guard. And I met up with him once for his release bash. No one there knew who I was, so I was the entertainment, for old time’s sake. But I’ll get to that story later.

I hadn’t let Paul use my charms as barter for a week after the guard payment. I wanted to reset the views of the guys on the tier and the rest of the jail had about me. All the time I was still taking good care of my man and would tease him constantly. He loved the torment, because he loved how I would pay him back for it later. After 9 days in jail, Paul was getting me use to something I never dreamed I would do, but when it was over here in the jail, I would stop doing it. As his loyal bitch wanting to please him, he had me drink my own come from a glass my second night there after he had me drink his. This site had turned him on so much that he made it an order to feed myself once a day. He didn’t necessarily want to watch me doing it, but he did demand “proof”. That meant that if he wasn’t there to watch me, I had to show him my mouth full of my own come before I could swallow it. I seemed to always think of the same thing as I would milk my own cock, just how much I was pleasing my guy for doing it. Proof also meant that if he passed me on to another guy, I was suppose to show him proof that I got the guy to come, whether I showed it in my mouth or in a condom.

Paul was coming through the door escorted by a guard and had that special grin on his face that told me he had picked up our little stash. As he came over and sat down he said, “We’re all set for 2 or 3 weeks.” My first big plan paid off well. I asked, “Quality?” He said to him it looked better than anything he had in years. When I got to look at it, I agreed. The quality was certainly there, my connection had done fine. We were going to party tonight. Paul said we needed to talk about payment and that it got a bit more expensive than we budgeted for. So we walked to our house to discuss details.

Paul told me that the laundry guy that did our pickup was caught by three different guys. I didn’t like the sound of that and said right off that we couldn’t use him again. He reminded me though that we couldn’t welch on a deal and I agreed. We did get the stuff; the costs had just gone up. When our laundry guy got caught the first time by two co-workers in the laundry he had just abandoned the container the smoke was in. At first they were just going to take it from him but then he told them who it belonged to. They agreed to let it pass, like they had a choice (Paul would have crushed them for me) but “asked” for payment. Worried that they would interfere with his part in the plan, he agreed to talk to Paul later. And in turn Paul felt slightly obliged to agree.

The bigger problem was that as a guard was searching him at the end of the day he felt the bulge strapped to his leg. The guy begged them not to stop him and told him it wasn’t his and that he was carrying for tier 4. The guard knew then who it was for and arranged to be the one that escorted Paul for the pick up. This guard, called Dog, had heard about me and wanted to get blowjobs from me once a week to let the smoke flow. At first Paul offered me to him once, then twice. But Dog said he meant that as long as I was there, he would let it flow with blind eyes. Paul said that made him a permanent facilitator and agreed. I thought for a moment and said that we had already talked about doing it different ways every time and that the guard wasn’t needed long term. Then he reminded me that this was a guard that would bring us alcohol whenever needed and one other thing… I knew the guard and I had already told Paul that he was probably the least offensive of all of them. I shrugged my shoulders and said “then he’s on our payroll I guess”. I told Paul to make sure he knew I wouldn’t be happy with this, just to keep him on edge, not too confident or cocky. (No pun intended)

I asked him when they all expected payments and he said that to keep good credibility, it should be fast. I agreed and told him to arrange it. He grinned and said, “My bitch don’t have to tell me when to pay my bills.” He had already scheduled the payments and I figured over the next two days I would be meeting four new cocks and tasting four more men. My last question was, “Blowjobs, right?” He nodded. And as always, I didn’t want to know when, nor where the payments would be extracted from me.

The next morning I was told to take the laundry cart down to the wash room. I had taken this as my chore, as it was easy and I got to walk off the tier. I even got to go outside briefly and get some fresh air. I always got searched well though, so I couldn’t mule anything myself. I was probably the only guy in the house that got searched so thoroughly every fucking time. The guards knew who I was and took advantage of me. But secretly, I rather liked knowing that every time a guard would pat up my legs that he would squeeze or rub my crotch. This would often happen while in a line and knowing the other inmates could see this special attention of me getting groped was quite a turn on for me.

I waited at the gate to be brought through the alley to the laundry. Dog was the guard that showed up. He looked into the cart and proclaimed how it was such a big load that day. That made me wonder, because it was actually less than normal. But I dumped the cart and started shooting the shit with our guy who had got caught the day before. He had no idea that I was the one that decided he was going to be our mule the day before. As I was about to go, I noticed Dog was gone. It wasn’t that big of an area and wondered why he just hadn’t waited for me. I looked out into the alley and he was lighting up a cig and I thought that odd. As I banged on the gate he pretended not to here me. Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Two guys were standing there and said to go with them. I said no way was I going with them. One of them grabbed my arm roughly and said I was going with them and it hit me why. They walked me behind the huge machines and I saw the spot cleared for us. I said Paul would tear them apart if they touched me and I was informed Paul already knew. I denied that and called them liars and they stated how they wouldn’t dare cross him. I was told I would be serving them two blowjobs and him a fuck. Paul had said all blowjobs so I knew he was lying and reminded him that if Paul hadn’t agreed to any of that that they were dead meat. He quickly changed it to 3 blowjobs. I still wondered because there were just the two of them.

I was pushed to my knees and told to get to work as the first guy dropped his pants for me. I protested and was held still as he forced me to open up with his cock. As I started to nurse on him, the other guy said how he heard I was really good at this. I kept pulling away to insure they thought I didn’t want this to happen. I would keep getting his cock shoved back into my mouth. The guy was still holding my arms for his buddy and I had no way to stop the intrusion into my mouth other than jerking my head away. Finally the guy warned me what Paul would do to me if I didn’t pay up as told. I looked up at him with fear in my eyes and said okay. I started to suck on him myself and he stood still, making me do all the work. When they saw I was going to comply with their wishes, the guy behind me let go of my arms and came beside us to watch. He dropped his pants as well and told me to play with him. I reached up and found a stubby, but somewhat broad cock to fondle. I worked on the guy in my mouth for a couple of minutes until I felt him tense up and he pulled back quickly. He demanded I hold still and he shot his load all over my face, getting me quite messy. As he finished, I realized I wouldn’t be able to show Paul the “proof”. So I quickly rubbed some of his come off my face and eyes with my shirt. Then the other guy, not letting me stand, turned me to face his cock and I started sucking on him. He had gotten very ready for me with my fondling and shot off in my mouth almost immediately. I realized as he pulled from my mouth that neither of them knew they had the right to make me swallow their sperm. So I turned and spit it on the floor, but kept a little just to taste him.

I was about to get up when one of them told the other to get the guy out front, our mule. He pushed on a shoulder so I would stay down. As the mule took his position in front of me, he told the guys to get lost. He was a little worried about his size and didn’t want an audience. The guy told me that he had got busted the day before for Paul, so I’d better be real good at this. I knew I owed him a good one; after all, I was the one that got him into our service in the first place. So I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and felt just how small he was. His prick was very skinny and looked like it stopped growing when he was 15 or so. But he was very hard for me and I wailed away on him. I was determined that this was the only guy I really owed and was going to give him the best blowjob of all. I rubbed his balls and even stopped to lick them quite a bit for him. He rubbed the spot just below his sac hard into my mouth, going up and down. I let him go at me the way he wanted for a while and then as he put his cock back to my mouth I remembered I needed some proof that someone got payment. I knew I had to catch and hold some of his come in my mouth. And when he came in me, he was the only one that seemed to know it was okay. When I felt he was finished I pulled off him and slurped the remains off his cock. He gave me a rag, and I murmured around the come in my mouth that I had to show it to Paul or risk a beating.

I got up and made my way back to the gate, very aware of the stains on my shirt now and that Dog was about to see them. Then I banged on the gate and he walked over with a huge smile. He asked if I had a good time and stared at my shirt. I didn’t want to answer with that come in my mouth so I looked away sheepishly. He said that I was to leave the cart there in the alley and to come to the linen house for more sheets. I was wondering if I could keep the come in my mouth long enough to show Paul as I stared at the ass of the guy in front of me, thinking how I would be sucking him off sometime soon. As he turned and put several sheets on the table, he was smiling big again. He leaned back against the table and said, “Paul says that you need to take proof back with you. I’m going to love knowing you have a mouthful of my come in your mouth as I walk you thru the house.” Understanding that his time was now as well, I quickly swallowed the come I already had in my mouth trying not to let him see. He motioned me over and told me to get to work, this was week one. As I stepped in front of him he grabbed my lower jaw and looked me in the face. He said, “You understand I get this once a week, right?” I nodded my head and tried looking afraid. When he let go I knelt down and seeing he wasn’t moving, I dropped his pants for him. He was good size and very hard for me, and he had huge balls. I suddenly wondered if that made a difference in how much come he had. I was about to find out the answer was yes.

I massaged his hard prick for a moment, enjoying the feel of him and thinking how I would get to know him quite well over the next months. He told me to start on his balls and I licked and sucked at him for several minutes before he would tell me to take his cock in me. I went way down on him the first time and then pulled back and sucked just the head of his cock, wondering if I was the only one in the whole jail who wasn’t circumcised. That would be okay by me, because I preferred them that way. He started pumping away at my mouth and when I started gagging at his size, he held my head and told me I better get use to it. He asked, “You do want to keep me happy don’t you?” I nodded my head yes. That’s when he said he loved making his blow boys gag, it turned him on. As he kept poking at me just a little too deep, my eyes welled up with tears and that inspired him to go on. He took my hand away and told be to start gagging myself. I stopped momentarily, looked up at his face and saw he meant it. I took a big gulp and a big breath and started pushing down onto his cock, deeper and deeper until I gagged.

I was ordered to keep doing it and started down on him again until I gagged once more. He told me to hold it in me deep until I gagged for a good long time. I tried my best and it worked a little, but not enough to please him. So, he grabbed the back of my head by my long hair and started fucking my mouth hard. He would leave it in deep, making me gag until I couldn’t take it any longer, and I would push on his hips to get him to back off. He repeated this several times and then said he was going to come. He reminded me of the proof I needed, pushed my head back by my forehead, and ordered me to open my mouth. I did and he started spurting into my mouth. It was huge shots of come and he had like a dozen spurts. My mouth felt like it couldn’t hold any more. One of his last spurts hit my chin and he told me to use my finger to put it in my mouth. I grimaced and did as he said. I instinctively went back to his cock and tried to lick his last drops, but it was really hard because of the massive amount of come in my mouth. He told me to open so he could see and I had to tilt my head back to keep it from falling out as he inspected his handiwork. He pulled himself together and told me to take the sheets and we went back to the alley. I realized that my cheeks were puffed from his massive load in my mouth and that the others I passed would see this. I thought of swallowing some, but then the humiliation of this happening to me was turning me on and I wanted to show my man Paul just how much come he had given me.

As we walked thru the rec room I became very aware of all the eyes on me. Then I looked at my shirt and understood it wasn’t just my expanded cheeks they might be seeing, but the first guys come stains all over me. As we passed the desk, Dog stopped and shot the shit with another guard. I knew this was making him happy, teasing his come receptacle like this. Finally he unlocked the gate and took me to my tier. He called Paul over and he looked at my shirt, then I held my head up so he could plainly see my very puffed cheeks. I knew it was inspection time. Many of the guys were watching me from a distance, and so I turned around so my back was to them and tilted my head back again. I opened so Paul could see I had done a very good job on Dog. The two of them leaned forward to inspect the contents of my mouth. The guys behind me had to see me doing this and I felt so embarrassed. Then Dog said he wanted me to swallow now and Paul nudged my side. I looked painfully at him, faced the guard and swallowed. It took three swallows before I could open my mouth to prove I had done it. Finally, I was done earning the pot we had gotten and was allowed to go change my shirt, but not before the guys saw it as I passed them. One of them even pointed at me on the way by.

My best smuggling plan came about three weeks later. It was just before lights out and Paul had me serving myself a “boss cocktail” as it had become to be known between us. That was when I would suck and jerk him off until he shot his load for me, and I would catch it all in a shot glass. He had the shot glass brought in especially for me because the other one was too deep for me to be able to lick clean. I had just finished “mixing” my cocktail and was drinking it down slowly, and savoring my mans’ taste while he watched with great interest. As I pulled the glass from my mouth, a tiny string of his come stretched away and as it snapped, it came back to my mouth. Just then the lights went out and Paul went nuts when he heard me laugh. I told him I had a new an idea in the making and it was so fucking simple I had to laugh. I told him to let me hone it and I would tell him of it in the morning.

When he woke up I was scurrying around looking for something. I found it, told Paul I had to make a call and I needed Dog to help us. I had just given him his weekly “payment” the day before. So we passed word for Dog to come and see me. At lunch I told him I needed two things. It was my dad’s birthday and I wanted to call him. What a lie, he had abandoned me at an early age and I couldn’t have cared less about the bastard. The second thing was I told him I lost a very important item that Paul had given me and that I just had to find it. I confessed that last night I got pissed at him and threw a very important ring of his out the cellar window. If I didn’t get it back, I was sure he’d kill me. Dog new this was a serious situation. He said the call was easy but getting me out there to look for something that small would be much harder. I pleaded with him, reached out and quickly touched his crotch. I said if he did this for me, I would go with him for an extra payment, but Paul couldn’t find out. He looked around and said he’d figure out something. The he told me to get my hot little mouth ready for a workout.

Within an hour after lunch, Dog came for me and said I had to help out in the laundry. He escorted me to the laundry room which was empty this time of day. On the way he told me he lost his wedding ring and I was going to help him look for it. His fellow guards were told this story and bought it as most were married, and he had hid his ring. He said he wanted payment first. He still got a big gulp from me every time I would go to my knees. I worked his pants down off him and started to go right to work on him. After a few minutes of me willingly going between his balls and his cock with great enthusiasm, he said I must be scared; I was doing an extra special job. I worked him like crazy with that, and used my hands like never before. He mentioned that since I couldn’t prove myself to Paul, that he would check me himself. I knew I was to stand and show him his come when I was done blowing him. After pumping away at me another few minutes he groaned and started filling my mouth. This guy had so much come, I was so thankful it tasted good. I always had to pull back a bit from him while he was filling me up or I wouldn’t be able to keep it all in my mouth. As he groaned out a “good boy”, I knew he was finished, so I stood to show him my mouth. I leaned my head back and opened for him. He said, “Good boy” again and told me I could swallow half of it. Then he said I could look for the ring as long as I had the rest in my mouth. I gladly swallowed half and asked if we could go now, around a still pretty full mouth.

Dog took me out to the side yard that ran along the road. I knelt down by the cellar window and was glad no one was there to see me. I quickly found a sizable rock, messed with it some and put it down just around the edge of the window. Dog had gone to the steps to have a smoke and I knew I had to hurry. I got up and started making a bee line (back and forth) towards the outside fence, stopping many times to search in the grass. Just before I got to the fence there was a beer bottle someone had thrown over the fence while driving by. I picked it up, inspected it a bit and threw it under the fence. I stood up tasting Dog’s come still in my mouth and thinking this is all so great. I looked pissed when Dog eyeballed me to indicate to him, ‘no luck’. Then I started walking back, closer to the ground and more intensely. If anyone had been paying attention, they would have seen exactly what I was doing.

Dog stood up and I quickly bent over and screamed a muffled scream as best as I could without spewing Dog’s come from my mouth. I walked quickly to Dog wearing a big smile and said I found it. He looked at the ring and I put it on, knowing I might get searched on the way in. We weren’t allowed rings, but I knew I would be. Then as we got back to the gate I grabbed Dog’s arm and showed him his come still in my mouth. He said he had forgotten it was still there and I asked if I could swallow. Knowing I would be searched in a minute he said to go ahead and down it went. I thanked him profusely for helping me and reminded him that I still needed to make the call. As we went through the main room where everyone got searched, I went through and the guard caught the ring. He said to give it to him and I said I couldn’t. He looked at me incredulous that I would disobey him. He asked me why not and I thought Dog would die laughing when I said in a very meek and embarrassed voice, “…it’s my …wedding ring”, and before he asked for it again I included the magic words, “from Paul. And he’ll get pissed if I don’t have it on.” The guard realized it was my jail house wedding ring and not wanting to feel Paul’s wrath, said okay and to move along. Dog just shook his head and said, “You know how to work it, don’t you boy.” He had no idea, as I had just worked him much, much more.

I made my call and got Dog embarrassed enough to go from ear shot. He wasn’t supposed to listen anyway. When I was done he walked me back to the tier. As I walked over to Paul he reminded me that we had to work a deal pretty soon, because our stash was getting low. I put on a shit eating grin and said not to worry about it. I said, “Come on now, would a bitch be worth his keep if he couldn’t supply his man.” Then I suggested teasingly that he might have to turn me out to get something. He still wanted to know what I was doing off the tier. I said it was a surprise for him and he had to wait till later. I then took his ring off and gave it back to him. It was a ring that was too small for even his pinky finger, so he didn’t wear it. I told him if asked about it to say he took it back and he wanted to know why. After I told him what I said during the search he handed it back to me and said that now it was my wedding ring. I still have that symbol of our symbiotic relationship to this day.

After supper I dragged Paul to the basement instead of watching TV like normal. I had him post a couple of look-outs and brought him to the window. I said that we would have to make some deals quickly because we needed to pay a friend of mine a hundred bucks on visiting day. I explained it was for our new stash and he asked what stash. With that I reached out to the window, found the rock I had played with earlier and pulled it carefully inside. He watched as I pulled some fishing line away from it and put the rock back. Then as I smiled at him I pulled on the line and it got taut, but kept coming. As I pulled in a good 100 feet of line we heard a dragging sound. Then we saw what was attached, a metal candy tin. We brought in the tin and it had 4 bags within it; and as a joke, four candy bars. Paul cracked up and we stashed the load, except the candy and then he wanted to know how I had accomplished this feat. As I told him he was just in total disbelief. Conning Dog was easy for me, even giving him the blowjob, but setting out the line and using the bottle to throw it under the fence for my buddy, just great. But the ring thing was the constant reminder I had of that very worth while blowjob I had to pay Dog.

I told Paul I was sorry for sexing up a guy without his permission or order, but since it was the first time, I hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at me. I gave him the idea that as punishment I thought it might be fitting to make me do someone on the tier tonight to embarrass me a bit into not doing that again. Having been so successful in my smuggling operation, I was horny as hell. Well, Paul had a better idea in mind for my punishment. We had talked about how everyone on the tier knew I was his currency, and that sometime I would have to get turned out to all of them at once. He didn’t tell me that would be tonight, but he knew I wanted to celebrate for my good job and that in the end, sucking off the 6 guys now on the tier wouldn’t be too much. He said now it was his turn to surprise me with his discipline and I couldn’t wait to see what he would come up with.

Paul taunted me throughout the rest of the day and the entire next day. He envisioned many scenarios for me to revel in or beg him not too do. He knew I had wanted to get taken by someone in the past few days. By the time Dog was ready for his weekly payment I was much more ready. Paul had this effect on me that his taunting would keep me extremely horny. I was even wondering when/if Paul was ever going to fuck my pussy again. As scary as that huge member was to me, I still had a glimmer of desire for it in my ass again. Paul told me he was just so pleased with my mouth that he found it hard to get past it. After he had already told the guys about my surprise party, he taunted me with something he had almost forgotten that I had told him. That was sucking a guy with a small prick. I had had a couple of them in the past and when they got really hard, they were a lot of fun to give blowjobs too.

It was about 7:00 and I had been thinking that the time was running out, but I knew Paul to be a man of his word. It was just about that time that Paul and I went to our house and sucked down 2 joints, and drank some of his stash of whiskey. I now knew he was preparing me for something. I figured that he was knocking down my resistance some, but why. I started getting worried and started asking for some details of what was going to happen. I even rubbed his stiff cock through his pants to pry him some, but it didn’t work. He did say that I had no choice anymore and that he expected his bitch to perform very, very well for him. With that he asked if I was ready. I nodded, unable to find the words I would normally find to use.

With that we left the cell and a very odd site awaited me. All six of the guys from the tier were sitting around the table. I’d never seen them all together for anything. Then I stopped walking and looked at Paul in utter fear. I knew we had talked about this, but I certainly wasn’t ready for it yet. Paul put his arm around me and started walking me towards the table. He said in a low voice that his bitch better not make him look weak. Damn, he pushed the one button that I couldn’t undo. As he got me to the table he said, “As I told you guys, my bitch here embarrassed me today and he has to pay for that, soooo, its party time.”

I was looking frantically from guy to guy, and couldn’t believe Paul was going this far. Then he laid out the rules. I was to take them one at a time into their own cell and give them each a blowjob. I was to catch their come in my mouth and bring it to Paul as proof, and then swallow it. I was getting so embarrassed. Then I was to take the next guy by his hand and bring him to his cell, and start all over. The guys were cheering, many of whom hadn’t had sex for months, some of whom had wanted me for weeks. Then the new tier rules were laid down. I was still to enjoy the respect I had come to know. Everyone was to keep this on the tier and was to be my protection whenever off the tier. They were never to give me a hard time about this, because after all, they were getting something very valuable. And they were to be insistent on my performance, but if anyone hit me they would be in serious trouble. As he sneered at me he added, “Gagging a little would be welcomed. Now, why don’t you guys help straighten out my bitch about following rules?”

With that Paul said there was one last thing to do, and he told the guys to take my clothes, and I wouldn’t get them back until I was done. They stood to surround me and started pulling my clothes from me. I struggled little, as I knew there were six of them and it was way too late to stop this. As I was stood back up from the floor Paul told me to hop on it. He told me to pick one of the men and get started. I looked around and feeling more nude than I ever had, I picked Greg. I knew that he had wanted at me for a very long time and thought it might make this easier. I started to walk to his cell but he wasn’t coming. I forgot I had to lead him. I came back, took his hand and while walking him to his cell Paul motioned for the guys to give me some cheering on. Paul said, “Make me proud bitch.” The last thing I heard was, “Walk it baby.” Paul told them that tonight was the one exception to the respect rule and that they were to give me a hard ribbing.

Greg sat down on his bunk and I said how embarrassing this was for me. He said that maybe I shouldn’t piss off my husband. I asked what he meant and he pointed to my ring. Then he pulled his pants open for me and I pulled them to the floor. He was hung pretty nicely and I reached out to feel his cock. As I started to give him his blowjob, I rubbed his balls with my fingers. I started easy and light on him, but he didn’t appreciate that much. He reminded me that this wasn’t supposed to be a picnic, grabbed my head and started commanding me how he wanted me to behave. Greg obviously hadn’t had sex in a long time and was going for it. He fucked hard up into my mouth and was like a piston and never slowed down.

While I was giving Greg his due, Paul was telling the other guys what they could do with me. I heard some cat calling from the table and then felt Greg swell in my mouth. As he pumped his sperm into my waiting mouth, I concentrated on catching it in a sloppy fashion. I decided that perhaps I should show some of the messiness the guys had seen in the past, such as come on my shirt. But this time it would be on my bare chest. I jerked away from him and got a shot on my upper lip, and another one on my neck. When he was done with me, I stood to go to the table as instructed and Greg put a dollar bill in my hand. I murmured around his come ‘what was it for’. He said it was my payment and that it went to Paul. That’s when I realized Paul had sold me to all these guys for a buck each. Another element to embarrass my worth. I looked out around the door to look for guards and not seeing any made my way hurriedly back to the table. I opened my mouth to show Paul and he said that it didn’t look like come, and asked the other guys opinion. I was ordered to let them look and turned around real quick to let them see. Paul told me to swallow and the guys watched me swallow. I turned and gave Paul the dollar. He smiled and said, “Now see, I told you guys my bitch could earn me money.” As Greg came over to the table, Paul asked who wanted a go at me next. Five hands went up and the hooting began. I picked the next guy and took him by the hand to his cell. This time had to be really fast because he was in the first cell and the guards could see in from outside.

I took the guys pants off in a big rush. He helped knowing the same thing as me, and then stood in front of me. He wanted me while he stood and proclaimed, “This is gonna be good.” I worked at him fast and furious, and he only took about 45 seconds. I practically sucked the come out of him instead of him getting to shoot it; anything to hurry it up. I grabbed the dollar he had in his hand and just about ran back to the table again. When I showed the guys his come, they proclaimed how fucking fast I had done it and I looked to Paul to see if I could swallow. Before he could say yes, I heard a guard doing rounds. I darted behind the guys and sat at the table, my mouth still holding the last come I had obtained. When the guard left I tugged at Paul’s arm and he teased me saying “What?” After making fun of me a bit he said okay. As I swallowed the load, I grabbed the hand of the guy next to me to hurry this whole horror up and started to walk away with him. Then I realized I was still holding the dollar. I ran back, gave it to Paul and heard the cat calls again.

The next two guys were just embarrassing but uneventful. The taunting got much worse every time I went to the table, especially when I got a raging hardon. There were claims that this wasn’t punishment, because I was enjoying it. They had no idea that this was the first time in a while that I really wasn’t enjoying it. Even slightly! I was fucking mortified with embarrassment. I didn’t know how I was going to look these guys in the face again.

The fifth guy was a trial. He insisted that he was going to gag the fuck out of me, and his cock was long enough to do it. He held my head tight as he stood in front of me and kept pushing farther than I could take it. The more he gagged me, the more my eyes teared up. By the time he fed me his load of sperm, my tears were running down my face. When the guys saw this they teased me further about crying.

Finally I was leading the last guy to his cell. I was so ready to get this over with so I could bitch at Paul. And after I had given him 4 bags just the day before. How could he do this to me? The guy said my tears turned him on and he was going to get more. As I dragged his pants from him I had to believe him. He had the longest cock on the tier, but skinny. He grabbed my hair and put me to work on his cock instantly. He would push it to the back of my throat and hold it till I gagged for him. Then he did it time and again until my tears became fluent. And then he started pushing harder against the back of my throat. I realized he was trying to get it in my throat. I fought him and he just pushed harder. I started getting scared that he was going to hurt me, so I finally just went limp. That’s when his pushing paid off, for him. It was rough and hurt, and I realized I was crying. He took it out to let me breathe and as soon as he seen me take a breath, shoved it back in and penetrated my throat again. It hurt really bad, and I cried out again. My crying turned him on and I noticed Paul came over when he heard me.

Paul checked on what he was doing. He must have figured I could take this, shrugged his shoulders and walked away. ‘That bastard’, I thought. He kept penetrating me too deep, and I kept crying. It wasn’t like I was deep throating him, because he was just trying to gag me, not fuck my mouth deep. But this last time got to him. He shoved it back to my mouth and dumped his load of come into my throat. I had to swallow it to breathe. He gave me my dollar and I tried to wipe my eyes before leaving, but the guys had all heard me crying and could plainly see it on my face. I handed the dollar to Paul and told him he made me swallow. He asked if I was lying and asked the guy if I had gotten him off. He said yes and very nicely at that. Done with the 6 guys, I asked if I could have my clothes back and go lay down. Paul said I could have my clothes, but I couldn’t put them on. He pointed to our house and the curtain had been pulled back. He said, “Go take your place bitch, it’s my turn now.” I wasn’t sure what he meant and wiped the tears from my eyes to get a better look into the cell. Then I saw what he meant. He had put the mattress on the floor. Again he said, “Go take your place bitch. Don’t piss me off again.”

I walked to our house, set my clothes up on my bunk and laid down on the mattress with the pillow under my belly to put my ass in the air for Paul. Then I spread my legs and waited for him. He thanked the guys for their help and finally came in and dropped the curtain. That’s when he threw the six dollars in front of my face. He said I earned that, and then put down 5 twenties and said that was the money for my supplier this weekend, which I had also earned. He added that there was nothing like killing two birds with one stone. The guys I found out had actually paid $21 each for a shot at me. Paul kept the extra twenty. Not quite sure how Paul really felt about me because of what he had just done to me, I just laid there prone with my legs spread for him. He slowly took his clothes off, laid down between my legs and pinned me with his weight to the mattress. He said again that now it was his turn, and I was about to cry a lot more than I had minutes earlier.