Sex in the Sky

Dillon threw himself towards Jamie, taking them both to the ground as glass showered the room. Mitch wasted no time following suit. Dillon tensed as he heard another shot being fired at almost the same instant, this one different in pitch. Worse though, was the silence that came afterwards.

He looked to Jamie. “Are you all right?”

“I”m not hurt, just pissed as hell that someone is shooting at us.”

Mitch, who was lying beside them, said, “Make that two someones.” When Jamie and Dillon both gave him blank stares, he said, “Unless I”m losing it, we have two separate guns firing on us.”

Well, fuck. Wasn”t that nice to know? Dillon reached for the cell phone he hoped he”d remembered to put in his pocket when they”d left for the auto-parts store what seemed like a lifetime ago. Pay dirt. He was just about to pull it out and call nine-one-one, when Sadie”s voice came floating through the window. “Are you boys all right in there?”

Jamie”s breath rushed out in a jagged rasp. “Oh God. Aunt Sadie”s out there by herself.” He struggled to get up. “We have to help her. We have to–”

Sadie”s voice came through just in time to put a stop to Jamie”s panic. “Jamie, if you”re through having the little episode I”m sure you”re having right about now, get your rump down here and help me tie this rascal up before the police arrive. I”m reasonably certain as to where his shot went. I know you”re all right.”

Dillon rose, pulling Jamie up with him and checking him from head to toe for injuries. He found a couple of shallow cuts on Jamie”s hands and arms, but nothing more serious. Jamie repeated the same inspection on Dillon and was quickly satisfied that Dillon”s cuts were no worse than his own. Mitch, too, seemed okay as he came to his feet and brushed the glass shards from his t-shirt and jeans. He had a few cuts himself, but all three of them seemed to have escaped any real harm. Sadie”s voice came through again as they were heading to the door. “Perhaps I didn”t make myself clear. Somebody better get down here right now and shut this piece of trash up before I shoot him again.”

That was all it took to get them moving. The three of them were out the door, across the deck, and down the stairs in a heartbeat. Good thing Dillon hit the on-switch for the floodlights around the apartment as he was going out the door. He wouldn”t have gotten the full effect of what he was seeing, otherwise.

Sadie was standing at the base of the old oak tree which provided shade and privacy to Jamie and Dillon”s apartment. She was wearing a pink nightgown, a fuzzy purple robe, and a pair of honest-to-God bunny slippers. She was also holding a still-smoking twelve-gauge shotgun, the barrels trained on Dan Morgan”s quivering, bleeding body. Dillon, Jamie, and Mitch stopped just a few feet from the pair, shock and amazement keeping them rooted to the spot.

Morgan was lying on his side, the black silk turtleneck he wore peppered with holes from the middle of his back, up. His arms were sprawled out beside him, his black-trouser-encased legs curled in a fetal position. He started whimpering and pleading the minute he saw Jamie.

“James, thank God. You have to help me. Your aunt”s gone crazy. I was coming over here to ask you a question about the G.S.A.” Morgan”s normally oily voice was thick with obvious pain, but Dillon felt no sympathy. “This crazy old witch blasted me the minute I came into the yard. No warning, no reason. You have to call an ambulance. I”m dying.”

Sadie held the gun steady, her eyes pinned to the bead at the end of the barrels. A bead directly in line with Morgan”s head. “You”re not dying, you miserable weasel. I knocked your sorry self out of that tree with birdshot.” Sadie snorted. “Dying, my eye. I”ve been bird hunting at my daddy”s knee since I was old enough to hold a rifle. Not to mention the fact that I was the Reed County Country Club”s reining skeet champion six years in a row. Believe me, if I”d wanted you dead, you would be. You wouldn”t even be breathing, let only sniveling like the coward you are.” Sadie”s voice took on a menacing quality that sent chills coursing over Dillon”s skin. “But this is a double barrel shotgun, and I”ve only fired one shot. Do you know what that means?”

Morgan stammered a full ten seconds before getting out, “N-no.”

“It means, my boy, that I have one shot left. And you can bet your worthless butt that the second shell doesn”t contain game load. No, sir. It”s a slug, and I have no objection whatsoever to firing it directly into your empty skull.”

Mitch and Jamie were too shaken to speak, but Dillon went back to something Sadie had just said, “Aunt Sadie, did I hear you right? You shot Morgan out of that tree?”

“That”s exactly what I said. I was just heading down to the kitchen for a late night snack when I heard a noise in the back yard.” She spoke to Dillon, but never took her eyes off Morgan. “At first, I thought maybe I”d heard you and Jamie coming in from a date or some such, but when I looked out, I could see that your living room light was on, meaning you were probably up in the apartment, already. I felt like I should check on you, just to make sure everything was all right. I never go outside this late at night without some sort of protection, so I grabbed my father”s shotgun. Thank the heavens above I keep it loaded. The first thing I saw when I stepped out the back door was this imbecile,” she inclined her head towards Morgan, dislodging one green curler in the process, “climbing through the branches of that old oak. Even with the security lights on, I couldn”t tell just what he was doing until he got about twenty-feet up, just level with your living room window. That”s when the no-account-son-of-a-bitch pulled a revolver out of his pants and took aim.” Sadie gave a put-upon sigh. “Only a true idiot would use a pistol to shoot someone from that range, but his ignorance worked to my advantage. Morgan and I fired at almost the same instant, but my shot unbalanced him causing his shot to go wild. The recoil from the revolver, combined with the pain of the birdshot I sent up his way, knocked his fool ass out of the tree.” She nodded towards a shadowed spot a few feet away. “I believe you”ll find his weapon over there in the bushes. He dropped it when he fell.”

Even as injured as he was, Morgan kept protesting his innocence. “She”s crazy, I tell you. Looney as a tune. All I did was walk across the yard–”

Jamie spoke then, his voice laced with so much rage and raw hatred even Dillon flinched. “You”re the liar, Morgan. Or should I say, Uncle Jared?”

Morgan”s eyes went absolutely wild. “I don”t know what you”re talking about. You have to help me, James. I”m bleeding to death.”

Mitch stepped up. “You know exactly what he”s talking about, you piece of shit. And I”m going to tell the cops every last one of your dirty little secrets. When I”m through with you, you”ll be lucky if they don”t crucify your ass.”

Morgan”s face twisted into a snarl, as much from the pain as anger. “Oh yeah? Who”s gonna believe the word of a ten-dollar whore like you?”

Dillon narrowed his eyes. “If you”re so innocent, Mr. Morgan, then how did you know Mitch used to be a hustler?”

Watching Morgan try to backtrack his way out of that one would have been funny if the guy hadn”t been so pathetic. As it was, Morgan”s pleas of denial made Dillon feel like he was going to be sick. Of course, Dillon”s nausea could be attributed to the fact that Morgan had just tried to kill them. The approaching sounds of sirens brought Dillon”s mind back into focus and away from his churning stomach.

A swarm of police officers and sheriff”s deputies filled the yard, but Dillon”s attention was centered solely on Brandon Nash, who was bearing down on them at a fair clip. He had his weapon drawn, but re-holstered it the minute he caught sight of Sadie and her shotgun.

“Miss Sadie, you wanna tell me why the principal of Plunkett High is lying in a bleeding heap with the end of that big ole” gun you”re holding pointed at his head?”

Jamie answered for her. “Because Dan Morgan is a liar, a child molester, and a killer. I can prove it, Brandon. I think he killed Ben and his former foster father, and I know for a fact he just tried to kill us.”

Morgan was really desperate now. “You think I killed Ben? No, Burke did that. Don”t you see? He”d have killed me, too, if I hadn”t gotten to him first.” He raised one trembling arm and pointed to Mitch. “This is all your fault, you bastard. If you hadn”t come to Reed tonight, none of this would be happening.”

That was all it took to set the lot of them off. Mitch started shouting, swearing to see Morgan pay for what he”d done. Sadie was also carrying on about making Morgan pay, but not for his crimes. No, she wanted him to pay for the damage done to her window and the cleanup of any broken oak branches from her yard. Jamie was listing Morgan”s believed sins one by one, from blackmail, on. Dillon was doing his best to tell Brandon the story as he knew it, when Brandon put two fingers in his mouth and gave an ear splitting whistle.

“Hold on just a damn minute here. Miss Banks, give me that gun.” Once he”d gotten it away from her, Brandon emptied the slug from the chamber and handed it off to one of his deputies. “Bag that for me, please. And search the bushes around the house and the base of that tree. I”m almost certain I heard the word “revolver” somewhere in the jumble of explanations and accusations they”ve all been spouting.” When the deputy was gone, Brandon rolled his eyes. “Why is it always you people? Thank God one of your neighbors heard the shots and called it in.” The ambulance pulled up, and a team of paramedics rushed out and headed towards Morgan. Brandon spoke to the man in charge. “Take Principal Morgan to County General, and make certain they understand that he”s to be kept under lock and key. From what I”ve just heard, I”m pretty sure he”s guilty of something.” Motioning for one of his deputies to step forward, Brandon said, “Dewey, send two of our men along with the ambulance, and have the rest of them canvas the scene.”

Dewey nodded. “You got it boss. Uh, what do you want me to do with them?” He pointed to Sadie and the rest.

Brandon sighed. “Take every last one of them down to the station, Miss Banks included. Oh, and Dewey?”

“Yes, sir?”

Brandon raked his fingers through his hair. “Make sure we have plenty of coffee. This ought to be one hell of a long story.”

#

Jamie knew even before he turned over everything he”d been hiding for so long that he was looking at some serious trouble, but after five hours of answering questions and going through the story time and again, Jamie was starting to realize just how screwed he really was. Not even when the sheriff left to process all that evidence, was Jamie capable of feeling any relief. Brandon had been gone for almost an hour by Jamie”s count, leaving him alone in the interrogation room to stew about what was to come. If Bran”s intention had been to drive Jamie crazy with guilt and worry, it was sure working.

Just when Jamie thought he was gonna crack, the door opened and Brandon came back in. He looked haggard and worn, but not exactly angry. More like resigned. He sat down across from Jamie and slapped the folder he was holding on the table. “Go ahead. Read it.”

Jamie reached for the folder, not certain he wanted to open it, but doing so, anyway. Scanning the top paper, he said, “What is this?”

“A list of all the evidence you”ve turned over to us tonight, as well as a summary of your statement. Read over it and see if we”ve gotten it all. Oh, you might not want to read that last page, though.”

“Why? What”s on the last page?”

“A list of all the things I could charge you with right about now.” Brandon smacked his hand down on the table. “Jesus Christ, Jamie. What in the hell were you thinking?”

Damn. He just had to ask what was on that last page. But Brandon had asked him a question, and Jamie was gonna answer it. He was tired, and scared, and not a little bit angry. No, Brandon asked him a question, and damned if Jamie wasn”t gonna answer it.

“I wasn”t thinking, Sheriff.”

Brandon made the mistake of taking Jamie”s statement as an apology. “You”re damn straight you weren”t thinking. You–”

Jamie stood up, cutting Bran off in the process. He was filled with a rage he hadn”t felt since the night Ben died. All the months of worry, of agonizing over who killed Ben and why, mixed in Jamie”s gut along with the all-consuming fear that he could”ve lost Dillon to Morgan”s bullet tonight. And all of it was due to the fact that Jamie couldn”t let well enough alone, with no one to believe him or offer him help, besides. All of that helpless wrath was what Jamie turned on Brandon, now. “Like I said, I wasn”t thinking. I wasn”t thinking about the fact that my best friend was murdered and no one would believe me because they thought he was nothing but a two-bit hustler who deserved what he got.”

“Now wait just a minute, kid–”

Jamie gave him no quarter. “And I wasn”t thinking about the fact that Ben left me in charge of forty-two thousand dollars worth of dirty money and a letter that nearly destroyed an innocent guy”s life.”

“Jamie, wait–”

Jamie shook his head. “I”ve been waiting. Waiting for the truth to come out. Waiting for the same guy who killed Ben to come after me and Dillon. And that”s exactly what he did, Sheriff. Morgan came after me and the man that I love all because you dropped the fucking ball. I came to you for help and you let me down. You charge me all you want. Hell, it”s about time you sent someone to prison. Might as well be the guy who cracked the case you were too damn incompetent to break yourself. But whether you charge me or not, keep your damned lectures to yourself. Save them for someone who gives a shit.”

A deep, throaty chuckled sounded from the doorway. Jamie looked up to see a grinning Hank Kilgore standing just outside the interrogation room. Jamie had been so into his tirade, he hadn”t even heard the door open.

Kilgore said, “He”s got your number, Nash.”

Jamie looked at Brandon, surprised to see that he was smiling. “He may have my number, Kilgore, but you have to admit, he”s got yours, too. It”s a piss-poor day indeed when an eighteen-year-old kid cracks a case that two police departments and a ream of seasoned detectives couldn”t.”

Kilgore nodded. “True, but the kid had help. If I hadn”t screwed up and left Carpenter”s file within easy reach, James here couldn”t have swiped that paper with Mitch Harding”s name and contact info on it.” He turned to Jamie. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you should be in for that, kid? Tampering with evidence, coercion of a witness.” Kilgore grinned, again. “Practicing detective work without a license.”

“I didn”t–”

Kilgore held up his hand. “Calm down, James. I talked to the D.A., and there won”t be any charges filed against you.”

Jamie sank back down into his chair, some of the frustration and anger subsiding as he digested what Kilgore had said. “There won”t be?”

Kilgore shook his head, his magnificent braids trailing over his shoulder. “Nope. You have your buddy Nash, here, to thank for that one. I may be grateful to you for giving us our prime suspect in Carpenter”s murder, but that doesn”t mean I wasn”t ready to lock your lily-white ass up for screwing with my files. Lucky for you, Nash and I made a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

Brandon answered that one. “Hank has a case he wants me to profile for him.”

“Profile? You mean, like F.B.I. stuff?”

Brandon nodded. “I was with the F.B.I. before I came back to Reed and ran for sheriff.” He laughed. “Despite what you might think, I”m not totally incompetent. No, I prefer to think of myself as only an occasional imbecile.”

Jamie”s own angry words flashed back to him. Before he could say anything, Kilgore said, “I”m not even gonna touch that one. As it so happens, I gotta run, anyway. Morgan just came out of surgery. I want to be there to question the bastard as soon as the anesthesia wears off.” Kilgore patted Jamie on the shoulder. “I know I should be grateful to you for everything you did, James, but heartfelt thanks aren”t exactly my style.”

“Not arresting me is thanks enough.”

Kilgore threw back his head and laughed. “I like you kid. I swear I do.” He left before Jamie could respond.

Jamie swallowed hard. He was still mad as hell, but he knew he owed Brandon for getting his ass out of a sling with Kilgore. He needed to say something, but he wasn”t sure what. As it happened, he didn”t have to say a word. Brandon did it for him.

Pointing to the file in Jamie”s hand, Brandon said, “If you”ll read over your statement there on the last page and sign it, I”ll send it over to the D.A.”s office and we”ll wrap your part of the investigation up. I”ve sent your aunt home already, though God knows if my deputies are still in one piece after taking her back to her house. She was one pissed off lady.”

Jamie didn”t doubt that, but it wasn”t Brandon”s statement about his aunt that had Jamie narrowing his eyes. “I thought you said all the things you were gonna charge me with were listed on the last page.”

Brandon”s grin was one part cockiness, two parts caring. “Yeah, well, I had to say something, didn”t I? From the minute I brought you in here, I could tell that you were about ten seconds away from imploding. I had to do something to get all that stuff out of your system.” When Jamie started to speak, Brandon held up his hand. “Before you start trying to take back what you said or make it sound better than it was, don”t. You were right. I did drop the ball.” Brandon sighed and leaned back in his chair. “It might surprise you to know this, Jamie, but I”m not perfect.”

Jamie bit back a smile. “No? Really?”

“I know, I know. It shocked the hell out of me, too, the day I realized it.” He came forward again, resting his elbows on his desk and looking Jamie right in the eyes, making his sincerity impossible to doubt. “I let you down in a big way by not believing you when you told me about Sledge and how you were sure he wasn”t the one responsible for Ben”s death. Of course,” Brandon wrinkled his nose, “you knew a few things that I didn”t, namely blackmail and extortion, but that doesn”t mean I didn”t have a job to do. I should have investigated your claim.” Brandon stood up and extended his hand. Jamie rose to his feet and grasped it, surprised at how comforting Brandon”s warm strength was to him. “I”m sorry, kid. Sorry for not listening, and sorry you didn”t feel like you could come to me for help.”

“That sorry business works both ways. I owe you for not coming to you in the beginning, the minute I found out about the money and then the pictures.” Jamie dropped Brandon”s hand and closed his eyes, the memory of Morgan”s shot and the sound of breaking glass still ringing in his ears. “Dillon begged me to go to you for help, but I was too damn stubborn. My mistake could”ve cost him his life.”

Jamie heard movement and opened his eyes to see that Brandon had rounded the desk and was now standing over him. He laid his hand on Jamie”s shoulder. “It takes one hell of a man to admit his mistakes, Jamie. I almost lost Nate once because of a mistake I made. I left him alone with the wrong man, and Nate almost paid for it with his life. It took me months to forgive myself for that one, and still, I have trouble accepting it.” Brandon shuddered. “Take my advice, kid. Spend a good, solid hour beating yourself up over it, and then let it go. Life”s too short to what-if yourself into an early grave.”

Jamie nodded. “I”ll do that.” He shuffled his feet as Brandon gave his shoulder one more squeeze and then returned to his side of the desk. Jamie had one more question to ask, and it was one he dreaded. “What happens now, with Morgan?”

“Oh fuck,” JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten inch cock into Kyle’s hole slowly. “I forgot how good virgin ass is.”

Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT’s thick cock stretched his tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like his ass was splitting wide open to take his dick.

“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “I can’t. It hurts so bad.”

“Shut the fuck up,” JT said, inching into Kyle. “You’re my girl now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch hole.”

Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in pain, his whole body tense and trembling.

The way the boy’s virgin hole quivered around his throbbing cock, and the sound of Kyle’s muffled groans of pain made JT crazy. A primitive part of him took over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with the need to sink his cock deep into the boy’s virgin hole and feel Kyle’s pulsing ass grab the length of his dick. With his cock only halfway inside the boy, JT grabbed Kyle’s hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle’s ass onto his cock, driving deep into him at the same time.

Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong for him. JT drove into the writhing boy’s ass again and again feeling how his sweet virgin hole pulsed around his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying to escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.

“Fucking bitch,” JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle’s ass. “Take my cock.”

JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a stallion breeding a mare. The sound of Kyle’s moans of pain echoed in JT’s ears, making his cock throb hungrily inside the boy’s hot ass.

“You ain’t no virgin no more.” JT pounded the boy’s quivering hole. “You’re my fucking ass bitch now.”

JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls slamming into the struggling boy’s ass over and over. Sweat slid down JT’s muscled chest. JT gripped Kyle’s hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly in JT’s hard grip.

“Fucking virgin hole’s so good and tight around my dick.” JT threw his head back like a warrior claiming the spoils of victory.

The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT’s low moans echoed off the brick walls. Kyle’s whimpering groans of pain were nearly lost under the harsh sound of JT hammering into his ass, making loud slapping noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again and again.

“Oh yeah bitch.” JT pumped Kyle’s ass with a new urgency. “You’re my girl now.”

JT fucked Kyle’s ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock. JT’s whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was so fucking close.

“You’re gonna take my load, bitch.”

JT’s voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle’s ass, holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle’s quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his thick cock hard into the boy’s ass, moaning low in his throat.

“Take it bitch,” JT said in a strangled voice. “Take my load.”

JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside the boy’s hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his hips convulsively into Kyle, as his cock exploded hot come deep in the boy’s ass.

“Oh fuck,” JT said, pulling out of Kyle’s ass.

JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy, breathing hard.

“Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck,” JT said.

“I’m sorry,” Kyle was saying over and over. “Don’t beat me up JT. I’m sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad.”

Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all over, begging JT not to hurt him. When JT reached to pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and scrambled further into the corner, away from him.

“Come here bitch,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm, and pulled him closer. When the terrified boy looked up at him in the candlelight, JT said, “I ain’t gonna do nothing to you. It was my fault. I shouldn’t of done you like that.”

He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited ’til the boy’s breathing calmed down.

“Don’t beat me up, JT,” Kyle said. It was as if JT’s words couldn’t penetrate Kyle’s fear. “Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fight you.”

“You ain’t done nothing boy,” JT said, running his hand over Kyle’s ass. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, “You were a good bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me crazy.”

Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT moved Kyle’s hand to his cock, while he reached over and took Kyle’s dick in his fist.

“Come on, boy,” JT said, moving his fist up and down Kyle’s cock, “get me hard again so I can give you what little bitches like you want – a big load in your mouth.”

Kyle’s fist closed around JT’s semi-hard cock and started stroking him, bringing his fuck meat back to life, while JT stroked the boy’s rising cock.

“You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

The boy’s cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle had forgotten his fear.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked each other.

“Yeah bitch?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s cock. “After I reamed your ass, you still want a load down your throat?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said again, feeling JT’s cock grow rock hard in his fist.

“Tell me bitch,” JT said in a low voice, “tell me what you want.”

“I wanna suck your cock,” Kyle said, lifting his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of JT’s fist. “I wanna come while I take your load.”

“You hot little bitch,” JT said.

He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs spread wide, his hard cock jutting up.

“Get over here boy,” JT said.

Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He took JT’s cock into his mouth and started stroking his own meat. But JT stepped back, pulling his cock out of Kyle’s mouth. He slapped the boy’s face lightly.

“I didn’t say you could jack off, bitch,” JT said, looking down at him. Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.

“First you’re gonna show me what a real good cock sucker you are,” JT said, stroking his own meat. “If I like how your bitch mouth feels on my cock, I’ll let you jack off and I’ll give you a load in your mouth. If you don’t do it how I like it, I’ll put you on all fours and come up your ass again.”

JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle’s eyes as he slipped his thick cock back into the boy’s mouth.

“Yeah boy, that’s it,” JT said, sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth. “Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my cock after I reamed your virgin hole.”

JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle’s hair, holding his face still while he thrust slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.

“I’m gonna teach you how to be my girl,” JT said. “You’re gonna take my cock up your ass, down your throat. You’re gonna bend over when I snap my fingers bitch.”

Kyle took JT’s cock deep down his throat, loving the feel of his thick meat filling his throat with each deep thrust. He moaned softly while he sucked JT’s hard dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard made Kyle desperate to come.

“That virgin ass was so good and tight,” JT said, pumping harder into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna fuck that bitch hole every chance I get, boy.”

Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked his face, filling his mouth with his dark chocolate dick.

“How come you look scared boy?” JT said, in a low, cruel voice. “You better get used to my fat cock up your bitch ass.”

JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle’s face in short, fast thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing the boy to take his cock deep.

“Stroke your cock, boy,” JT said, looking down at Kyle. “But you better not come ’til I say so, bitch.”

Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking off. He moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth, grinding his hips into Kyle’s face. “Your ass is mine now,” JT said, riding Kyle’s mouth. “You only come with my hard cock in your mouth or up your ass. I better not catch you jacking off again, bitch.”

JT fucked Kyle’s face harder, driving his cock deep down the boy’s throat, gagging him on nearly every stroke. He felt the boy’s body tense, knew the bitch was about to come.

“You better not, bitch,” JT said, fucking Kyle’s face. “You don’t come ’til I say so. Get your hand off your cock.”

Even though he was seconds away from getting the release he desperately needed, Kyle let go of his throbbing cock, too scared of JT to disobey him.

“Yeah boy,” JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna hump your pretty face and watch you come while I shoot my load down your throat.”

JT ground his hips into Kyle’s face, moaning deep in his throat, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He fucked Kyle’s face using long strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of his mouth until only his cock head was between Kyle’s lips. Then he pumped back into his mouth, going deep, feeling Kyle’s throat clench around his cock.

“You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch,” JT said. He pulled his hard dick out of Kyle’s mouth and pressed his cock against the boy’s yielding lips.

“Show me how much you want my cock,” JT said. “Open your mouth real wide for me.”

Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his waiting lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees, his dick hard, hungry for JT’s load down his throat.

“That’s it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I fucked you real hard,” JT said. He grabbed Kyle’s hair and fucked his face in a sweet rhythm that made his cock throb with aching need.

“Oh yeah boy,” JT said, between clenched teeth, “I’m about to shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker.”

JT pulled Kyle’s face down on his cock, fucking his face hard while he watched the boy jack off, sliding his fist up and down his cock, slick with pre-come, moaning around JT’s dick. It drove JT wild to see his dark cock stretching the boy’s pink lips, and hear him moaning while he sucked him off.

“Oh yeah, bitch, suck it,” JT said, pumping Kyle’s mouth hard. “Take my cock.”

Kyle sucked on JT’s throbbing meat while he jacked off, moaning around the big dick in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” JT said, hissing his breath between clenched teeth. “Here I come, bitch.”

JT’s whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His tight balls spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.

“Swallow my load, bitch.”

As JT’s cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat, the boy moaned one last time and his cock exploded as he swallowed JT’s come.

With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT’s hot come, Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in white.

“You’re my girl now,” JT said, wiping his come from Kyle’s lips. He stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, making him suck them clean, then he pulled Kyle’s face into his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls clean.

Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up beside JT.

“I’m putting my name on your ass,” JT said quietly.

Kyle’s heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought of a tattoo.

“What will it say?” Kyle said.

” ‘JT’s Bitch.’”

Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a long time, thinking.

“Can I ask you something?” Kyle said after a while.

“What?” JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced behind his head, looking up into the flickering darkness.

“Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so hard?”

Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing JT, but not touching him. JT took so long answering that Kyle was afraid he’d said something wrong.

“I don’t like you asking me questions like that,” JT said. His voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.

“Sorry,” Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.

“I told you, you’re my girl now.” JT turned on his side, and reached for Kyle.

Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind him. “Don’t hit me, JT. I’m sorry.”

JT ran his rough hand over Kyle’s smooth, round ass. “If I feel like fucking you hard, you’ll take it hard. Any questions?”

Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The hard coldness in JT’s voice gave Kyle a strange comfort he’d never felt before. In a deep part of him, he liked getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his cock, then lick his cock and balls clean. No man had ever forced him the way JT did. It satisfied a deep hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.

And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he’d want JT’s cock inside him again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed with dull pain, Kyle already felt empty without JT inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time before he craved feeling JT’s thick cock stretching his tight hole again.

Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to JT’s chest, trailing his fingers over his hard muscle. When Kyle took the box of pink candy from JT yesterday, he’d known it would lead to this.

“JT?”

JT rested his hand on Kyle’s ass, looking down at the boy.

“What?”

Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, “Thanks for the candy.”

A hint of a smile touched JT’s dark eyes. Kyle knew that there would be no escaping the fate that waited for him in JT’s gleaming eyes. Now Kyle was a prisoner to JT’s harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had discovered that he didn’t want to be free. He needed to belong to a man like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT. When JT wrapped his strong arm around him, Kyle knew that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin territory.

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JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle’s ass, and spun him around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard throbbing cock jutting up between his legs.

“Down,” JT said. “I’m gonna watch you jack off on your knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are.”

Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock and started jacking off again, moaning and panting softly.

“Look at me boy,” JT said, standing over him.

Kyle met his dark eyes.

“You’re my bitch now,” JT said, while Kyle jacked off on his knees. He slapped Kyle’s face lightly. “You understand?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his hard cock.

JT grabbed Kyle’s chin so he could look down into the boy’s eyes. He loved seeing the need and shame in Kyle’s eyes.

“You’re gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass. How come?” JT said.

Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his face again, harder.

“How come you’re gonna suck my cock and take it up the ass?” JT said.

Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT’s hard, merciless eyes.

” ‘Cause I’m a bitch,” Kyle said. A moan of pleasure escaped him.

“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “Please.”

“Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re my bitch, over and over, ’til you shoot.”

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said.

JT watched Kyle jacking off wildly. Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a bitch of himself for him.

“Louder,” JT said, giving Kyle’s face a rough shake. “Don’t piss me off.”

“I’m your bitch JT,” Kyle said, loud enough for it to echo in the small cell.

“Keep saying it ’til you come,” JT said, holding Kyle’s face and looking straight down into his eyes.

Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly, panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was JT’s bitch.

“Yeah boy, come on,” JT said, when he saw Kyle was close. “Shoot your come on your knees for me.”

Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his face, looking down into Kyle’s eyes. A final groan of ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.

“Lick it off your hand,” JT said, standing back.

JT watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand, enjoying the way the boy’s face flushed with shame, thinking about what he’d done. When Kyle had licked the last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back on him and got into his bunk.

“Go to sleep,” he told Kyle. “I’m busting your cherry tomorrow night.”

He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.

*”ii.*”

Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.

All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of men who’d spent a long time in prison. Their hard bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for violence that gave them the look of predators on the prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren’t in prison, they’d be rich from all the money they made for Purgatory.

“Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night,” Terence said.

Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle and ran his tongue across his lips.

“Yeah,” Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron. Even his face looked angular with muscle. “I’m your bitch, JT. I’m your bitch,” Tyrone said in a high falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.

Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face turning a brilliant scarlet.

The whole table of black men laughed.

“Look at that bitch,” Calvin said. “He’s turning all red and shit. What’s wrong boy, you didn’t like JT’s fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?”

JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy’s red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright with unshed tears under his long lashes. “Leave him alone,” JT said quietly.

“Come on man, tell us,” Terence said. “Did you fuck the bitch? He got a tight ass?”

“Nah, he didn’t fuck her,” Tyrone said. “Ain’t nobody heard no screaming.”

The men into laughter again. To Kyle they sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He fought back tears. It would just make things worse. “I said, leave him alone,” JT said in an even quieter voice.

Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.

“Hey man,” Tyrone said, “he’s just a bitch. What the fuck do you care?”

The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.

“You know what your problem is Tyrone?” JT said.

“What?” Tyrone said, loud and cocky. “Bitches can’t get enough of my dick?”

“No,” JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. “You’re too stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth.”

Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but Calvin said, “Leave it alone Ty. Shut up.”

“Stay away from my bitch,” JT said, looking Tyrone in the eye. “I let it go last time ’cause I owed you. Don’t start no shit with me.”

“Come on, JT, forget it, alright?” Terence said.

After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy silence at the table. In a little while, the men started talking about the coming games on television. Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room, and all the men filed out to their work details.

Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other men.

“Looks like your new bitch ain’t saying bye,” he heard Tyrone say.

Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his job at the library.

“Hey boy,” Kyle heard JT saying behind him.

But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He’d be safe once he got to the library. He hoped.

JT’s long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle’s arm, just outside the men’s room. A uniformed guard stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear pass briefly across his face when he met JT’s eyes.

Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the brick walls.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you bitch? Walking out on me like that?”

Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he’d done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.

“I didn’t do anything,” Kyle said, looking up into JT’s black eyes. He tried to push past him. “I have to get to the library. I’ll get in trouble.”

“Fuck that,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm hard. “You’re in trouble “now” bitch.”

JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.

“What’s wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone, didn’t I? I could of made you get on your knees between my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in here’s gonna stop me?”

Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he couldn’t. All the anger, the frustration, the humiliation of the way JT’s friends had treated him came flying out with his words.

“You did it on purpose,” Kyle yelled at JT. “You wanted them to hear me last night.”

Kyle looked up into JT’s black eyes and saw a dark fury that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle realized he’d made a bad mistake.

“JT, please, I didn’t mean - ” Kyle tried to say, but JT slapped his face, hard.

“You’re lucky I like you boy. You’re real lucky I don’t take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin ass with my friends,” JT said in a soft voice that chilled Kyle to the bone.

There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might calm JT.

“I’m sorry.” Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his hands gently over JT’s crotch. “You’re right. I’m your bitch. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kyle kneaded JT’s crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.

“Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s cheek. Kyle was relieved to see that JT’s mood had suddenly changed. “You live in my cell now, everyone knows you’re sucking my cock and getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where nobody could see you, didn’t I?”

Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he didn’t feel. “Yeah,” Kyle said, pressing his hands against JT’s bulging jeans. “You’re right. Let me show you I’m sorry.”

“That’s better bitch,” JT said, undoing his jeans.

Kyle reached for JT’s hard cock like he was desperate to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure that if he didn’t suck him off real good, JT would take him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.

JT grabbed Kyle’s hair and slapped his face lightly when the boy didn’t open his mouth fast enough.

His cheeks stinging from JT’s heavy hand, Kyle stretched his pink lips around JT’s dark chocolate cock. It wasn’t like last night. JT was impatient, driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle, looking down into his scared eyes.

“Don’t make me mad boy,” JT said, thrusting his hips into Kyle’s face. “Or I’ll make it bad for you bitch. I’ll rent out your ass and make money off you.”

He fucked deep into Kyle’s mouth, choking him again and again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT twined both his powerful hands into Kyle’s hair, holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his soft pink lips.

“Tonight, I’m fucking that pretty virgin ass real hard,” JT said.

Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of fear.

“That’s right boy, I’m busting your cherry tonight,” JT said, stroking in and out of Kyle’s hot mouth.

He pumped his thick cock into Kyle’s mouth, changing his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips, grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy’s lips tight against his throbbing flesh.

“Oh yeah, boy” JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hardJT grabbed Kyle’s hair again, twining his strong fingers deep into the boy’s silky hair, and stroked into Kyle’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.

“You’re gonna be my girl after tonight,” JT said.

He fucked Kyle’s mouth hard, holding him still and helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat down Kyle’s throat again and again.

“Cock sucking bitch,” JT said, panting hard, “Oh fuck,” he said between clenched teeth. “Take it bitch. Take my fucking come.”

JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled Kyle’s face down on his cock, moaning so low it was almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat.

Kyle swallowed JT’s heavy load of thick come, then ran his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.

“Don’t beat me up,” Kyle pleaded, licking JT’s cock, looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT’s balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.

Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his arm in a splint.

“I’ll do what you want,” Kyle said, licking JT’s balls softly, looking up into dark eyes.

“That’s what you said last night, bitch,” JT said, zipping his jeans. “And by breakfast you was already pissing me off.”

Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in JT’s voice before he sucked him off coming back.

“I’m sorry,” Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too low to be heard.

Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about to make him into Jimmy’s twin. He remembered the scared look on the guard’s face outside the bathroom. Kyle knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how loud he screamed.

Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that would come driving into his face.

“Look at me boy,” JT said, bending over Kyle.

Kyle’s eyes flew open. JT’s face loomed large over him.

“The last thing you want in this world is to be on my bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side,” JT said in a soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest threat. “Next time you think about fucking with me, don’t do it.”

He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees, as scared as a man walking a high wire with no net.

When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to ask him where the fuck he’d been, why he was so late. But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then went back to the paper he’d been reading.

Later, when Tyrone walked into the library, all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the darkest corner between stacks in the big library and hid.

“Hey boy,” Tyrone said, when he found Kyle’s hiding place. He’d sniffed him out like a tiger hunting down raw meat. “How come you’re back here in the dark?”

Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone’s huge body blocked his way out. Kyle’s mind raced. He felt trouble heading for him like a screaming freight train.

Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches from the boy. “Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?”

Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.

“When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night, to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before boy?”

Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet talk.

“No. I’m a virgin.” Kyle was too scared to look up into Tyrone’s greedy eyes.

Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle’s crotch, felt the growing hardness there. “You’re hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin hole fucked real hard?”

Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn’t jacked off. He’d been afraid JT would know somehow. Now, with Tyrone’s muscled body pressed so close to him, Kyle was hard again.

“Please - ”

But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle’s jeans and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He pressed his big hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling the boy’s cry of surprise.

“I wanna see what JT’s getting,” Tyrone whispered into Kyle’s ear. “I’m gonna see how tight this virgin ass is.”

Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle’s hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and out of Kyle’s hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.

“You’re a fucking tight bitch,” Tyrone said, pulling his finger out.

He rubbed his hard cock against the boy’s ass roughly.

“You’re lucky you belong to JT. ‘Cause if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.”

Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his hard cock and grabbed Kyle’s hair.

“You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I’ll tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when he ain’t around? Remember Jimmy?”

Haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy’s battered face, Kyle opened his mouth.

*”iii.*”

At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him, as if the library had never happened. The men at the table talked about the game last night and coming bad weather.

This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table, like he knew he should, then followed him out of the cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but his mood was different this time.

“Hey baby,” JT said, once they were inside.

He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle’s head. His heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.

“You sucked me off real good this morning.” JT rubbed his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes, running his hard fingers along Kyle’s soft lips.

Kyle didn’t know why, but the way JT fucked his face without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot for his cock. JT’s hard, muscled body felt good pressed up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle’s cock surge. But Kyle couldn’t get Tyrone’s words out of his mind.

“What’s wrong baby? How come you’re shaking like that?” JT said.

Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but he JT didn’t let him. He took Kyle’s chin in his hands and made him look up at him.

“Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?” JT said, his voice suddenly low and cold.

Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT’s hard eyes. “No.”

“Nobody said nothing to you?” JT said, grinding his hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT’s thick cock rising already.

“No,” Kyle said again, and dropped his eyes to the floor so he wouldn’t have to meet the raging hunger in JT’s dark eyes.

JT shook Kyle’s face and looked down into Kyle’s eyes. He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared that JT would hurt him real bad.

“I don’t like it when my bitches lie to me,” JT said quietly.

Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.

“Tell me what happened to you boy,” JT said.

He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides, studying Kyle.

“Don’t hurt me,” Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice. “He made me do it.”

“Who made you do what? Talk to me boy.”

Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He told JT everything.

“After he came in my mouth, he said he’d be back whenever he wanted to,” Kyle said, looking up at JT. “He said if I told you, he’d say it was me who came to him. But I didn’t JT, I swear. It happened like I told you.”

For long seconds that were an eternity to Kyle, JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble. Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.

Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT’s rampage, praying he wasn’t next to get kicked around the stone floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands, cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened dog.

“I’m telling the truth, JT,” Kyle managed to say through his chattering teeth.

“I know you are boy.”

JT’s soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up into JT’s furious face.

“Relax, bitch. I ain’t hurting you.”

“You’re not?” Kyle said.

“No,” JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and looked down into the boy’s terrified eyes.

“You know what happens now boy?”

Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s cold eyes.

“Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I’m fighting him for you. There’s gonna be a dark game tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. I’m gonna carve my initials into Tyrone.”