Graduation 13 - 14

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 13 - 14
Date: 13 May 2011

Chapter 13

“Bend over here.” He patted something in front of me, “Your shins will touch the padded step.”
I felt something at my shins and stopped, he pushed me from behind. I was falling forward but he had a hold of my arms and laid me across a padded table. He used my ankle cuffs to lift my legs onto the step then fastened straps to my legs, one behind the knee, one on my thigh and the final one near the ankle cuff, he did the other leg the same which left me kneeling with my legs as wide as my leg chain allowed. He went to my head and pulled me taut by my shoulders and clipped something to my collar, then he fastened a strap on my elbow and upper arm and pulled them tight.

I was trying to ask what he was doing but he just replied that I should trust him and rubbed my shoulders and back. I was relieved when he started to remove the hood, however he just opened it far enough to go over my chin before pulling the draw cords on it, trapping it just under my nose.
I would have jumped when he put something inside the gag, but I was well secured. I relaxed when I discovered it was only his finger. I should add there was more than a twinge of disappointment.

“Good. Good. You still hungry convict?”
I nodded, unsure whether he would understand I repeated 'ugh-ugh!' a few times. I felt him at the gag and tried to find his finger with my tongue but it was a larger object that torpedoed to the back of my throat.
“Settle down slave!” He pulled my head up by the sack and a handful of my hair.
“Relax boss knows what he's doing!” He started to slowly push forward, “Boss is looking forward to stuffing this up your arse too. Can see you trying to hump the top.”
His meat pushed deeper, I kept swallowing. He pulled harder on my hair, I growled or moaned and he mumbled something. After a few seconds he stopped pushing in and out, “AGAIN! Do that throat thing againnnn!” Clutching at my hair tightly, he shouted at first but his voice faded into a moan.
“Whoaaaaaa! Bad convict! Nearly made boss cum!” He withdrew completely and stood there stroking and rubbing my chin and head.
“OK. Go easy on boss at this end he wants it to last so that his convict remembers and enjoys the first time his skin-boss fucks it's hole.” He patted my back as he moved to my rear.
I growled in complaint at him for not giving me more of his meat. He dragged the trousers down as far as he could before he started poking at my hole.
“When did you last shower? Jeez you been fucked before or after you got fitted out? Never mind answer later. I'll just knock some of this mess off.”

The sound, the pain, I was unsure what came first, both were unexpected.
“NICE! Just a few more!”
A few! I lost count somewhere around eight or nine! I struggled and squirmed but could only be sure my head, hands and feet actually moved. I felt as if I was going to vomit, the sack under my nose was making it difficult to breath probably the snot and tears were soaking it. I panted and burped through my mouth, I couldn't even get enough breath to scream through my gag. I lay there, hating every bit of him, he stood quietly somewhere. He put his hands on my cheeks sending a strange mix of relief and pain, my squashed cock strained to break through the steel.

I heard the moaning of lust, my muscles twitched as he stroked the hot bits of my thighs. My head lifted as high as it was able, I felt the pressure of my collar on the back of my neck as he washed my crack and hole, he spat and spread it over my crack hole and inner thighs with his tongue!

He dug his fingers into my flesh and split my crack open, he raked my tender lips with his nails. I gasped. His tongue slipped up the crack but skipped over my hole, several times. I moaned, growled and groaned in frustration at not being able to move my hole to meet his tongue. I exhaled and tried to close it as he scratched with his nails then gasped deep breaths as his tongue tickled my hole. He pushed it deeper each time and I concentrated hard trying to open my hole wider. He blew long shallow breaths inside me. I tried to clench his tongue inside me but it would slip out and I could feel the coolness every time he moved away from my arse.

It felt like he had pushed the fire from my arse and thighs straight in through my shitter when he plunged his thick sabre inside me. He wanted it in deeper, the straps holding me still bit deeper into me as he pulled himself closer using my shoulders. He lay on top of me, my hole tightened trying to expel him, his torpedo refused to move and pulsated it's response. I felt his breath through my shirt on my shoulder, he gripped me in his teeth. He pulled his butt back then bit down hard as he thrust forcefully back in. My insides burned as did my shoulder where he bit and as he nudged his cock slowly back and forth my cock was trying to split its tubular prison. My brain wanted it to stop, my body however wanted more. Harder! Faster! Harder! I tried to mentally convey to the skinhead trainee prison guard. The faster and harder he pistoned in and out the more my brain wanted and it was my body that protested. I was overwhelmed by a wondrous confusion, disgust and desire, pleasure, pain.
He bit hard, fucked hard, he stretched me physically and mentally. I felt a raw animal lust, the pain faded. My arse clenched and clutched at his cock as if trying to keep him from escaping yet I was aware that his intensity would last. He rammed hard and fast, I felt it. He slid in and out slowly, I felt it, he rammed in hard and retreated slowly, I felt it. I loved it! The uncertainty of when he would change the pace coupled with the certainty that whenever it ended it would be too soon! My only wish was that I could soon return the favour to Ian.

He stopped and lay on top of me, “OK cunt...” he whispered. His hands wormed under my front forcing me to strain harder against the straps. Fingers sought out my nipples, easily found as they had been rubbed against the table-top to hardness and pulled them hard with his fingers.
I felt his cock pulling back, he squeezed and pulled my tits as he plunged in and out several full length strokes. I'm sure he actually exited my body a few times but his snake had no difficulty finding its hole without pause. Pulling and squeezing, I tried to suck him in, pulling and squeezing he tried to rip my nips off, he yelled. Time froze. He froze, I froze, my painful cock spewed in its metal prison as his shot volley after volley inside me.

Minutes passed with him laying across me, his hands still under my chest. I felt him more than heard him breathing heavily, my own ragged breathing filled my head.
“Best get cleaned up!” He said as he pulled himself away and slapped my rump. He loosened the straps and pulled me off the table. I went to my knees, it seemed like every nerve in my body was tingling.
“I need a piss.” Instead of leaving he pushed his cock through the gag. “I'll try to go slow OK?”
I mumbled, trying to tell him no but he just squirted twice, “Oh shit, sorry!” He rubbed my head as I coughed and spluttered. “Ready?” My mouth filled slowly. He kept telling me to relax as he held my head forcibly still. I swallowed but some still trickled back past my gag. “Hang on a minute.” He loosened my gag. “Now you can clean it easier.”
Even if I could have he didn't give me any time before he pushed his cock back into my mouth. I felt the last few drops of his piss leaking free as I washed his shaft with my tongue. I was getting horny again as I sucked on his bulbous head, I could feel his meat expanding as I sucked hard on his piss slit and attempted to bury my tongue in it. “Fuck! Stop you little fucking whore, we don't have enough time for another round!” He withdrew, “Can you stand yet? We need to get your pants up.”

I nodded. He laughed as he helped me up. “You can speak you know!”
As soon as I was on my feet, my hand tried to go to my arse. I sighed as I felt the coolness on my hole and the cum and juices slide further down my thighs and legs.
He went behind me and started to lick my legs and thighs then my hole.
“FUCK ME! DO IT AGAIN! FUCK ME!.... PLEASE!” I almost jumped, yes it was me that spoke but it sounded strange, a commanding plea, forceful with a hint of desperation.
He stopped and returned to my front, and pulled the hood off and looked at my face.
“Just have to try and clean your front up a bit!”
“Then you'll fuck me again?” I asked hopefully.
“I definitely will fuck you again but not right now.”
“Please Ian? I want you to, I want you now.”
He ignored me as he licked my cum from around my iron sheathed member. It struggled yet again to break free as he sucked at the hole.
“Ian, Stop, I need to piss.”
“Carry on then, ouch!” I heard the clang as his teeth rattled off the sheath.
“Shouldn't talk with your mouth full!” I said. “Please Ian I need to piss.”
“You said. I'm waiting!”
“I can't, I've never done...”
“I made you swallow mine... Now piss!”
“Yes sir.” I don't know why I hesitated, I don't know why it took a while before the first dribbles came. He had pissed in me so why would I feel embarrassed about him taking mine.

He pulled up my pants and paused as he played with my nips before fastening my shirt. He stepped back, “There! Quite presentable. Your dinner is probably cold by now, I'll have to nuke it.”

My arms were restless. I fidgeted and my chains rattled.
He grinned, “I know,” he said quietly as he slipped his arms between mine and wrapped around my back pulling me into himself. His lips curled, as his grin widened before his lips brushed mine and his tongue which tasted of my strong piss began to explore my mouth. I could just get my hands to touch his thighs and tried to hold him there, forcing the cuffs to bite into me as I stroked wherever I could reach.

“Lets get you fed, then we'll have to go see what's happening.” He looked at his watch.
“Your arm, the tattoo?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I...? I've never seen one up close?”
“Never?”
“No. Yes I have seen tattoos but not the squirly ones, does it go right up your arm?”
“Yea and then some! It's not as full as Eric's or Uncle Dave's yet but it will be.” He had removed his shirt. “Tribal not squirly ones.”
“I've seen pictures. Eric and the serge have them too? What about the rings?” My eyes focussed on the thick rings through each nipple, “Did it hurt?”

“Only for a short time, the ink was worse, took ages. You like?”
I nodded as I drank in the heavy black lines running up both arms and shoulders and continued down his front and around the ringed nips.
“You want some too?”
“Yeah, well no like that I thought about a wolf head or something on my arm, maybe both , you know up where you have the open bits.”

He was grinning broadly, “Told you it wasn't finished yet, still trying to find something that'll belong there. It will be something like my back though.” He turned and a small running wolf lay just under the tribal work that scrolled over his shoulders, one on each shoulder looking inwards. The large area of his back had an outline of a wolf, with it's tongue lolling to one side. Just above the scroll was a wolf standing head back and howling with a moon around its head. It was flanked with a snarling wolf head/shoulder on each side.
I was struck dumb.
“You want the gag back in?” He asked as he finished tucking his shirt in.
“Hmm.” I was trying to imagine myself covered in ink like that and topped off with a 'hawk'. I was staring at his mohawk.
“Eric has threatened to chain me down and shave it clean.”
“Shave what?”
“My head dummy!”
“Ah!”
“Wondering how you'll look?”
“Yeah... Umm, no. I'd never get away with it even if I could afford it. Maybe the mohawk, could do that myself.”
“My slave will be inked, ringed and 'hawked! I'll do the 'hawk later.”
“Ahh!” I couldn't work my mouth, I stared at his face, he had replaced my gag.
“You're still going to be my slave. All mine! Just have to sort out the details. “Sit!”
I had been vaguely aware of moving through the place but had to blink a few times as I looked around.
“Guard's rest room. Sit!”
I nodded and moved to the chair he had indicated at the table. 'Ping!' I watched as he retrieved a plate from the microwave and tasted it. “It's about right enough!” He sat the plate of some kind of stew and veg in front of me.

“Don't look much, better than the slops you convicts should be having though. Tuck in!” He was standing behind me after removing the gag.
I turned my head, “How do I... there's no cutlery.”
“No regulation convict bowl either. Cutlery and that plate could be used as a weapon!”
“I wouldn't use them for that!”
“Anyway I don't have a key for the cuffs!”
“They don't open, they welded them or something!”
“For the self locking clips that attach them to your belt. Lap it up like the dog, no wolf cub,
that you are going to be!”
“Seriously!?!”
“Yeah seriously, you don't seem to be so enthusiastic about being my slave.” He was pushing my face down to the plate.
“No, that's no wh..” My face met the bottom of the plate.
I pulled up as I licked and swallowed, “I wasn't talking about being your slave, I meant having to eat like this.” I was already face down and slurping before he said anything else.

“So you don't mind me making you my slave. I wanted you as soon as I saw you there in your cage you know. You practically devoured me with your eyes. We were meant to meet. Your fantasy about being an inked ringed skin and being with another, no belonging to another superior, skin-boss. So similar to mine and when you mentioned wolves... well, I thought ...”

“We'd get on? You are a ringed, hawked and inked skinhead-boss though... so part of your fantasy is real.”
“Yep. I said similar, I was always the owner of the skin-slave in my mind.”
“I didn't see it as a slave and boss, we'd just be together. What makes you think I'd be a slave.”
“You won't 'be' – you are a slave. Slaves don't have choices! Get up and sit on the table I don't want to have to bend to clean you up.”

I sat on the corner of the table. “I don't understand what you mean, I never wanted to be a slave to anyone.”
He was licking the mess off my face. “Shut up till I finish.”
He was licking all round my chin and mouth, my lips opened each time his tongue brushed them. I closed my eyes and he licked them. He sucked on my nose. I found that a bit gross and pulled back.
“Don't pull back, stay still!”
I mumbled a 'sorry'.
“It's OK boy!” Instead of just sucking my nose he forced his tongue into each nostril.
I didn't, well couldn't move as his hand held me by the hair at the back of my head.

He finished cleaning my face with a paper towel. “See! You already are a slave. Now it's your turn.”
“You want me to lick your face?”
“No but you can if it helps.”
“I'm not going to stick my tongue in your nose!”
“That's OK! Come here then.” He walked to the door.
I walked over and followed him out the door.
“I need a dump. So we might as well start with the arse-wiping!”

“No please I'll try to do it.” I stopped dead but he just grabbed the chain from my collar.
“You will do it, no need to beg and then you'll be ok when it comes to cleaning my nose!”
“That's what I meant, please, I'll do your nose, please. I don't want to do the other thing.”
He said nothing as he pulled me in through another door, a toilet! “Please Ian, you can't do this. Don't make me do this. Please.”

He dropped his trousers and sat down, “Sit here!” He patted his knees.
I was relieved and sat gingerly on his lap. My hand brushed his cock.
“Good idea, you can play with that, help you take your mind off the other tasks. Whenever you're ready boy.”
Get it over with and get the fuck out of here! I squeezed his cock which was already half hard. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes and licked his lips, he tilted his head and my tongue brushed across his nostrils.
“No!” He said as I tried to move back to his lips, I concentrated rubbing his cock then he grabbed my hair. “Will I blow my nose in your mouth, would that help?” He sniffed a few times.

My stomach churned, I kept swallowing as I slowly pushed the tip of my tongue into his nostril.
It was not what I expected! Why would it be? I had taken his piss, cum, his cock had been down my throat, cock-snot, nose-snot what difference could there be... I pushed deeper, his cock responded.
He obviously did not expect it as he pulled his head up, I followed and assaulted his other nostril. It was no different than the other, a silk like tunnel.

“Take my cock now,” he said after he kissed my mouth.
I knelt down and looked at his cock and the space between the rim of the seat and his balls, his cock was pointing up to me. He farted as I leaned towards his pole. I pulled back.
He tutted. Pulled the chain at my collar and clipped the ring to a hook on the wall just above the floor. There was a loud plop. He stood and looked at it, before sitting again, “Would you like me to try for a shorter or longer one this time? If it's to fat you'll just have to make sure you tongue the ring on the gag clean.”

“Please you said I had to clean your arse, not that!”
“Oh so I did. You disobeyed me though and also tried to run away.”
“I can't fuckin' run anywhere, if I didn't … wasn't helpless in these chains and collar,” I pulled against the chain to the wall, “you wouldn't be making me do these disgusting fuckin' filthy things!”

“They're not disgusting or filthy. You are a slave, MY slave. What you think about what your master wants is of no consequence.”

“If I lick your hole do I still have to, you won't make me do both... Please Ian... sir?”

“Slaves don't bargain either! You know I'll remember all this and someday I might find it necessary to strap you down and shit directly into your mouth!”

I tried to remember how many 'plops' I had heard. “It'll make me vomit!”
“Probably, but get it in the bowl or you'll lick it up. We'll keep practising till you don't throw up.”

“Gonna spend my whole life in the toilet then!”
“No, not at all, when I'm on duty you will be in one of the cages in the toilet block. That should cure you of vomiting. Would be better if I trained you myself, who knows what the other guards and convicts are like.”

“Please no, I'll learn to do yours. Please, don't... but I'm not a convict! You wont be able to do that!”
“No you're not a convict yet, but you are my slave. Do we need the gag.”

I nodded, thinking I'd need it to help then I hurriedly said, “No we don't need the gag. Thanks,” I didn't want to take the chance he would feed me a turd. He might not try if I could close my mouth after all.
He presented his arse to me and spread his cheeks. I pressed forward and quickly swiped my tongue up his crack after getting plenty of spit on it.
“Fuck that's wet!”
I did it another two times, then he pushed back. My chain prevented me from moving further back. I flicked my tongue rapidly over his puckered lips.
“OK that'll do … for now anyway.” He smiled as he pulled his pants up. “You OK?”

I nodded.
He helped me to my feet and hugged me. I nipped his ear with my teeth, he stepped back with a yelp and rubbed his ear.
“You cunt! You bit me you little convict cunt!” He grinned and put his hand around my shoulders, “Let's find the others after I get you a drink to clean your potty mouth. You know I thought I had broke you, thank fuck you still have that rebel streak! It wouldn't be the same if you didn't keep that! I'd keep you just the same especially once I have you the way I want.”
He kissed me then screwed up his face, “Yeugh! What have you been eating... Pity you're not a real convict, I'd be about 50% certain to get you to myself. How can we make this work. C'mon, start thinking, give me some ideas!”

He handed me a wee bottle of juice. “If you become a guard we might get on the same shifts! Would that work for us do you think? C'mon Think! I really like you and I think you like me? Still?” He added with a degree of uncertainty and shoved the bottle toward me again.

“I can't take it,” His jaw dropped, “the bottle … I can't use my hands.” I shook my wrists so the chain rattled.
“Right, I thought you... Here, but don't gulp it.” He unscrewed the cap and tilted the bottle to my mouth. He stood there, “You do still like me then, you never said anything? I wouldn't really treat you that way all the time. I guess I'm a bit pushy but you make me hot, you look hot with a touch of defiance. Half the time I want to control you completely and the other half just to be with you, hold you, cuddle up and … and be great friends inseparable buddies, you know. Can you just say something, even if it's just 'Fuck off' I wouldn't, well I would mind a lot but I'd respect your decision, don't think it would stop me wanting you. I'd miss you, we'd be good for each other, together.”

I had long finished the juice but he was so intent on talking he continued to hold me by the chain bottle-feeding me.

“Your finished, it's empty? Is that why you didn't say, anything?” He removed the bottle. “Well?”

“I'm...” He pulled me closer by the chain and started a bout of tongue fencing. “Does that help? NO don't say anything, if you try to speak I'll stuff that gag back in. I mean you can speak but don't mention anything about what we just talked about. OK what I just rambled on about. I don't want to know just now, let me keep the dream or fantasy for another wee while, we can talk later if you want, if you don't then I guess I'll know. What do you think is it a dream or fantasy to you... No don't answer that!. Jeezus I don't think I can wait much longer, tell me what you think, what you are thinking.” He sighed, “Please?”


Chapter 14

“What the fuck are you two doing in here, how long does it take to feed.... Something up?” Eric was standing in the doorway. “Ian?”

“We were just talking boss Eric and time just flew by sorry. We'll just have to finish it later if we get the chance.” I was looking at Ian, “Or maybe not.” I loved the look of hope that was shattered when I added the last part.

“Ian why didn't you let him keep his hands free... or didn't you let him have them free of the belt at all.”

“I forgot Eric, I just... OK so I fucked up a bit!”
“He did, I was wondering how they worked and while we were chatting I discovered I could lock them down myself.” I wondered if that could have happened, “Ian just forgot to unlock them again when I mentioned it, we were arguing about how … well not arguing just talking about how we could, what we could do to sort our lives out.” I blushed.

“You lost for words just like my little bro here? Shift your arses, Dave is back. Maybe we should get him to find out what's going on.” Eric looked up at the corners of the room, “Maybe he already knows.”
“Shouldn't there be wee lights on if they are working Eric?” Ian asked as he looked up at the cams.
“No think that means they're not functioning.”
“Are you sure?” Ian was looking rather pale.
I wondered where my tough skinhead-boss had gone.
“You fucked up by how big a bit Ian?”

“We got fed up waiting for an invite so we're gate-crashing ain't we Alan.” Sergeant Stevens said as he blasted into the room followed by Alan.
“Oh-Ohhh!” Alan mumbled.
“Was thinking the same thing my boy, two guilty looking boys and a guard with a pissed off look!”
“No serge you just startled us, we're OK just some brotherly banter like me Jim and Alan have.” I had my best nonchalant expression on.
“Bullshit!” The serge said, “They've lived with me for years. I know when they're pissed with one another.”
“Maybe you could show me the cameras for down here Sergeant Dave?” Alan shrugged at me as I drew daggers at him. “Or are they not connected properly yet?”

“Don't matter if they are working or not, there's two of them and both will tell me eventually!”
“Three of them. Although Eric has just been here a few minutes so he probably doesn't know much more than you Serge!”

“Alan, just look at me. The fucker..erm trainee boss fucker told me he didn't have a key and kept me cuffed to the belt that's all. Sorry Boss Eric didn't want Ian to get in trouble.” I smiled at Eric but he just stared back with a raised eyebrow that told me he knew I was trying to shit them.

“No. If we... I did anything wrong it was nothing to do with Billy. I mean he's right about covering up for the cuffs. I already told Eric I was sorry and I had fucked up.” Ian blurted out.

“The other thing he did Serge, was gave me an idea about the documentary. How about a young 'hawked, inked and ringed skinhead boy. I think it'd be cool. What do you think sir?” I paused, “I mean I always fancied the look myself but wouldn't have the nerve or cash to get it done myself.”

“You wouldn't have the nerve? I find that hard...” He stared at me.
“It would be hard if it could....” I mumbled, “Well OK. You got me, the cash would be my problem. But it'd be good a clean cut young Alan and a wannabe thug skinhead. I know you and Eric have tatts, are you ringed as well like.. Ian I mean.”

“I showed him and mentioned Eric and you Sir.” Ian mumbled, “Sorry!”
“He only showed me after I asked him too. So no harm done there, is there? Can I ask where Jim is?”

“Paul Menzies took him home earlier, to his home, Jim's home that is.” Alan blushed as did Eric.

“This mating season or just lust?” The sergeant laughed. “Fuck! Let me get a fire extinguisher, in case the four of you burst into flames.”

“Eric, I guess we need a little chat about discretion regarding your future colleagues and convicts for starters.” Serge slapped his nephew on the back.

“He had the hots for him this morning already, Jim and Paul I mean.”
“Yeah and I was scared shitless at the time but the boss certainly seemed to like Jim earlier when we went to be fitted up!” Alan threw in.

“It's Fitted out, or kitted up. Not Fitted up Alan.”
“Serge that depends on what clothes your wearing, no to mention the bling!”
“Fitted up!” Ian whispered, then laughed, “Sorry just got what that could mean.”
I wondered if the rest had seen the sparkle in his eyes that I caught when he glanced over at me.

“Let's go through to somewhere more comfortable.” I heard the end of Serge's conversation.
“Can I have a word with Ian first?” Eric asked.
“Sure, don't be long!” Serge said.

I followed the serge.
“Where you going Billy?” Alan asked me, “You too good to do menial stuff like tidy up and make coffee?”

“No, thought he just meant you, I'm incapacitated at the moment.” I said over my shoulder as I watched the serge turn round.

“Incapacitated?” He asked me.
“Yeah, kinda tied up, so can't do much serge!”
“Alan it seems you were the only one listening. You can fill Ian in after Eric finishes with him. I'll take him and give him a whipping! C'mon boy.” He reached over and took my leash.

I sighed. Once we were in the hallway he stopped.
“So where did you 'zone-out' to and why. You look a bit flustered and you are keeping something back. You going to tell me or do I have to beat it out of you?”
“I'd probably tell if I knew what you were talking about!” I snapped back.
“YOU DAMN WELL KNOW!” He snapped back.
“Well if it was your fuckin' nephew, we already told you!”
“See you do know! What's with the fucking attitude boy?”
“Don't have a fuckin' attitude -convict cunt slaves like me aren't allowed attitudes!”
He veered off from the direction we had been taking and pushed me through the double doors into the cage room.
“WELL?” He shouted as I turned to face him.
“FUCK YOU!” I spun round nearly landing on my arse, and headed toward the bench thing I had been strapped down on earlier. I knelt on it and waited.

“Been here before?”
I never answered, he slammed me down on the bench, “If I have to I will whip your arse!”
“It's no like I can fuckin' stop you! You forgot the gag. No that you need it, I owe you a blowjob anyway!”
“YOU owe ME a... what the fuck?”
“Alan and the lifer irons.”
“That was a joke for chrissake! So you were gagged and strapped down then what?”
“He whi....”
“Go on! What did he use?”
“What for?” I was trying to think of something to cover what I had nearly let slip. “And what 'HE' do you mean?”
“We are going to have to do this the hard way then.” He yanked my trousers down. “Fuck! He fucked you too! NAH! The little bastard raped you!”

“No. He didn't.”
“He asked you and you agreed. I know you're a bit of a character but I didn't take you for a liar!”
“I'M NOT A LIAR! If I had I wouldn't have such a long record.”
“We'll get you sat up so I can see your face.”
“Please I'm fine here.”
He hauled up my pants and turned me round. I flinched a bit when he sat me on the bench. “When I get these off open your shirt.” He fumbled with the cuffs and belt, he rubbed my arms. “You must be stiff?”

I looked down.
He chuckled, “Not that. Though it's the first time I haven't noticed it trying to poke it's way through... What's wrong?”
“It probably would be but it can't!” I grinned weakly.
“Shit! I'm going to look OK?”
He pulled my pants down. “That''s not him. Did they... no thank fuck!”
“What?” I put my hands down and groped myself, “What did you think they did?”
“Don't panic! I just thought that they had used a permanent ring.”
“OH! I thought ...they don't cut your balls off do they?”
“No just serial rapists and paedophiles. A permanent ring is closed around your dick and balls so this part can be attached easily.” He tapped the tubular cock and ball prison.

“Rapists? Paedophiles, that's guys that do underage... I swear I won't tell anyone.” I was getting a bit frantic, I was still under-age and Ian hadn't told me never mind asked me and his uncle had called him a rapist. “Not that he did, I wasn't raped.”
“I see. You are under-age.”
“But if I'm a convict...”
“But you're not! C'mon.” He put me down on my feet. “No. I'll leave you here. It only for a short while. I promise. There's more to this than you're saying.” He opened on of the cage doors and locked me in.

I didn't wait long till Eric came back with Alan and Ian. Alan was stunned when Eric grabbed his brother and forced him into the cage beside me calling him a 'fucking idiot'. Alan stepped meekly into the third cage and Eric left.

“What the fuck have you two been up too? Eric and the serge are both well pissed off.” Alan whispered, “Keep your voices down, I'm still no sure if the cameras are working!”

“I don't know maybe you should ask this cunt here.” Ian spat out. “What the fuck did you tell him anyway?”
“Nothing but he knows more than we told him!”
“You expect me to believe that? You fucking grassed me up. Why else would I be in a cage like you two losers.”


“Fuck Bill you were positively drooling over this bastard since you saw him...”
“Yeah he led me on Alan. Used me then fucked me up with my uncle and brother with his lies!”
“He's not like that you worthless bastard.”
I was standing looking into Ian's cage my hands on the bars, Ian reached through and grabbed my hair. “What fucking lies did you tell? C'mon show your mate what kind of pig you really are!”
“Let him go!” Alan shouted.
He ignored Alan and pulled my hair harder and bounced my head off the bars.
“I'M GONNA TEAR THAT STRIP OF HAIR RIGHT OFF YOUR FUCKING HEAD FIRST CHANCE I GET! YOU'RE A FUCKING COWARD!”
“Go on convict slave cunt, tell him how you begged me to whip you, and fuck you. How you followed me to the toilet and begged me to piss in your mouth and let you lick my arse after I took a dump. GO ON TELL HIM!” He pushed me backwards and my head bounced off the bars. “Who they going to believe? Their brother and nephew or fucking trash like you! They'll just bury you in here.”

I slumped down. From faraway I heard Alan screaming my name and chains rattling off the cage bars.... There was flurry of activity. I was lying on the floor.
“Billy? Is what he said true?” Eric was looking down at me.
“Who said what?” I mumbled.
“Did you want him to do that stuff to you?”
“Who?”
“Ian did you take his piss, lick his shitty arse, let him whip you and fuck you.”
“Yea Kinda. He, I'm, He said I was his convict cunt and slave, Boss”

“Did he ask you?” Eric persisted.
“Of course, kinda.....”
“See! You can let me out now!” Ian said.
“Yeah and let me out too. That's total fucking crap, he's covering for this shit for some reason. FUCK! Ask him what 'kinda' means. He uses that when he's telling the truth but leaving bits out! He won't tell anyone a deliberate LIE! Let me out and have ten minutes with this piece of shit!”

“It was my fault. ALL MINE! I won't let you cut his balls off for me!” I tried to get up but Eric just firmly held me down.

“Sit up, I'll get Alan to go with you.” Eric said.
“Go where? You're going to keep us here aren't you. We're going to be real convict-slaves, cut our voice box so we can't tell anyone.”
“Or arrange an accident!” Ian laughed.
Eric reached through the cage grabbed his bother by the throat and with his other fist smashed him right in the face.
“ERIC!” Serge roared, “That is not going to help!”
“This is not finished!” He spat at his brother.

“Eric take the boys through get them some coffee and a smoke.”
“Sure. C'mon guys.” He stepped between us and put an arm around each of us, “I'm really sorry guys, especially you Billy! I should have known he would fuck everything up, he usually does. This time he has gone too far!” He half turned, “Will I try and track down the guys to take care of things Dave?”

“What? Yeah I suppose we should!”

“ “What happened with him? What are we going to do Billy?”
“Not now, I want to get my head right... Do? I don't know Al, but I think I fucked us both up.”

“I forgot lads here!” He handed Al a lighter and packet of fags and left, “Coffee coming up!”

“Why has he gone for coffee, there's a machine over there?”
“Gone for the cheap stuff, that's too good for us! Are you gonna give me one of them?”
“Aw didn't he give you any?” Al lit a fag and blew in my face.
“I wouldn't thank you for one, I'm quitting.”
“Yeah? So why did you wait till I lit this one?”
“I didn't. But I s'pose one more won't make a difference.”
“Nah don't want to encourage you. Get off!” He pushed my arm down, “Beg for it say 'pretty please' you short-arse!”
“Short-arse? Bet there's no more than an inch between us.”
He looked at my crotch, “Yeah right! Fuckin' five I'd say.”
A look and I could see he was exaggerating, “Did you no get one of them things?” I tapped mine.
“Nah they must've known you were the bitch!”
“Shit! .. Who took yours off?”
“Told you I'm Top-dog my boy and you're my bitch!”
I made to grope him with my left hand and he caught my arm and pushed it back.
There was a loud click.

“Everything OK guys?”
“Yeah sure Eric, erm boss. Sorry we were fooling around a bit!”
“I heard. You can sit down you know.”

“Where?” I asked.
“Anywhere, table might be best seeing as that's where the coffee and biscuits are.”

“Is your arm all right? You don't seem to be using it.”
“It's fine thanks. Where's the serge?”
“He's talking to Ian. He'll be here shortly.”
“Eric, do you have any idea what's going to happen now?” Alan asked.
“We'll need to talk about it, all of us, Hang on!” He stood up and walked away, “Yep, We were wondering if you could get in and help us with a couple of problems. They're coming. I can imagine what you were doing when I phoned! Yeah, course they're still here … well Dave and me thought it be better to get rid of them. OK see you then.” He shut his phone off and walked back over.

I looked at Alan and he looked at me, obviously our thoughts were on the same track.