Jail Force Part 1 thru 3

17 year old Brian McKee was definitely not ‘jailhouse’ material. The five foot six inch youth was extremely handsome. He was a cross between a young Brad Pitt and a young Tom Cruise. Brian was blonde with melting ice blue eyes. He had been blessed with high cheek bones, clear skin, long dark eyelashes, and thick, dark red lips. His body was thick and well built. His broad shoulders tapered in a ‘V’ to his 29 inched waist. His buttock was high and full, blending down to strong thighs and sturdy legs. Brian was more then the ‘boy next door’, he was the American ideal of virile male beauty.

Brian had always, always been good looking. Puberty had just increased that fact. Where some boys get akward as they change from boys to budding men, Brian had not. Puberty had been a very short time factor in Brian's life, he had grown his first pubic hair at 12. He never endured the voice changing process, his voice had seemed to change overnight, from boyness to maleness.

Genetics had been extremely good to Brian. His well shaped pecs had quarter sized, pencil eraser sized nipples. His entire torso had remained smooth, no hair hid the golden skin, except the light blonde dusting some call a treasure trail. With Brian, the term ‘treasure trail’ was justified. The blonde hair lead to his light brown bush. The pubic bush seemed to serve as a frame for Brian’s manhood.

Brian had been blessed well in that department. In it’s natural state, his cock jutted forward, it was thick, and prominate. When he was excited, it firmed up into a eight inch rod, and resembled a 16 ounce can of beer. His male package didn’t stop there, he had oversized testes, also. The testes were very large, about the size of lemons, and they hung low. Even clothed, his maleness was extremely noticeable.

Brian knew all of this, he thought of himself as a ‘total stud’. When he was 13, he discovered that girls and women found him to be extremely attractive. Brian had used this to his advantage. He had left many broken hearts behind him. He had also left angry, revengeful people.

In short, Brian had ‘fucked up’. And, Brian was about to learn what hurting people is all about.

Brian had broken one heart to many, he had broken the heart of Maria Ortez. As he was being booked, Brian had no idea that the jailer booking him was one of Maria’s brothers. In all reality, Maria had just been another conquest for Brian. Brian actually believed that females were lucky to be able to enjoy a few couplings with him. Brian had no time in his life to fall in love, his greatest love was his reflection in a mirror.

Brian knew his arrest was wrong, he did not know it was a set up. A drug sniffing dog had found ‘weed’ in Brian’s school locker. Brian did not engage in drugs of any kind. Brian liked himself too much to defile his body.

As he followed Officer Ortez down the gray hallway, Brian’s main thoughts were that in Texas, he could not play lottery at his age, yet he could be placed in jail. Brian assumed his parents would arrive shortly to take him home.

Part 2 - The Tank

Brian had been fingerprinted, photographed, and strip searched. His clothes had been taken except for the blue boxers. He had been given a orange coverall. The orange uniform had been too long, Brian rolled up the legs, then placed the plastic sandals on his feet.

Officer Ortez led Brian down the corridor. He was leading him to one of large tanks, it was intended for felons. Normally, someone of Brian’s age would be placed in a single cell. The younger inmates didn’t fare well, especially when they looked like Brian.

Ortez looked at Brian. Even the orange jumpsuit looked good on the kid. The thin material covered Brian’s thick nipples, yet also seem to display them. The elastic waist band emphasized the thick hams of the bubble butt, the material hugged and flattered Brian’s shapely ass. The uniform’s loose crotch made Brian’s big package appear stand out even more.

Ortez stopped Brian in front of a tank. The tank had steel bars separating it from the corridor. Brian looked into the tank, one wall held six bunks, bolted to a cement block wall. The opposite wall held a long metal table and a long bench. The table was bolted to another cement wall, the benches legs were bolted to the floor. The back wall contained a metal shower stall, two stainless steel toilets, and two stainless steel sinks. Above each sink, was a small stainless steel mirror.

Brian looked to the middle of the tank. Four men sat around on a green army blanket, playing some type of card game. As Ortez fumbled with a very large key, the men turned towards the sound. Ortez unlocked a framed barred door in the middle of the barred wall. He swung it open and nodded at Brian.

As Brian walked into the tank, all four men stared. Brian suddenly felt very, very uncomfortable. Brian had felt stares of this type before. His good looks had gotten the attention of other males many times in the past. Brian knew these stares for exactly what they were.

Ortez closed the tank door. He stood for just a second, looking in. He smiled, thinking of the weed he had gotten planted in Brian’s school locker. Ortez turned and headed back towards the booking area. He would return later, and see what vengeance he had caused for his sisters honor.

The four men looked at the golden boy who had just entered their space. Three of the men were simply waiting for the next chain bus to prison, they had already been sentenced. The fourth man was being held for a parole violation hearing, then he would also be heading towards Huntsville, Texas.

All four of the men had spent years of their life's incarcerated. This was a way of life to them. The oldest of the four was Don Taylor. Don had just received a 20 year sentence for armed robbery. He had turned 38 years old in this very tank. Many of his birthdays had been spent behind bars. He was slightly over six foot, years of labor in prison had his 200 pound frame in excellent shape.

The next, was Keith Woods. Keith was 35, he had a 12 year hitch for drugs. Keith was a compact man, he was five foot eight, and weighed 150. He did constant sit ups, push ups, and pull ups to keep his body lean and firm.

Then we have Bruno Rivera. Bruno was five ten, and 168 pounds. This was Bruno’s sixth felony sentence. Bruno actually preferred prison life to living in the free world. It was his lust for boys that made him constantly return to life behind bars. Bruno was 31 years old. He was the parole violator.

Last but not least, was Ricky Smith. Ricky was six foot three. This was his second time to be convicted. Ricky was 25. His 225 pound body was strong. He was a petty car thief, his mind had no where near the strength of his muscular body.

All of these men had forgotten their card game. They stared at the young blonde boy like he was a vision.

Indeed, to these men who had known no sexual relief for days, but for their own hands, Brian was a vision, almost like a gift.

Brian could no longer stand the staring men. He thought of the expression, ‘a deer caught in headlights’. Brian walked to an empty bunk. He begin to make it with the coarse sheets and army blanket Ortez had given him.

The men continued to stare, as Brian bent to make his bunk, he presented a rare treat. His butt flexed as he moved, and the orange jumpsuit tightened over the strong muscled ass cheeks.

Bruno’s large cock begin to wake up, to him, it was as if Brian was purposely teasing. As Bruno watched Brian making the bunk, a wet spot formed on his own jumpsuit. A tubular shape begin to cause a bulge under the orange material.

The other men begin to have the same reactions. Not a word was said. As Brian begin putting the plastic covered pillow in a case, together, all four men rose, and walked towards him.

Brian heard and felt the movement, he quickly turned around. The four men were on him, there was nothing the golden boy could do except scream. And scream for help he did, at the top of his deep voice.

Ortez heard the yells faintly. He smiled.

Part 3 - The Lusting
None of the men concerned themselves with Brian’s screams. They knew that Brian had been placed in their tank for a reason. The Hispanic jailer had intended this boy to be their play toy. They weren’t sure how long they would be able to enjoy the pretty toy the jailer had gifted them with, so they had moved fast.

Convicts are like wild dogs, they run in a pack. Just like dogs, there is a leader. In this tank, the leader was Don Taylor. Don did not need words or actions to control his pack. His very presence put him in charge.

As the men had charged Brian, they moved in union, almost as if they had a script. Bruno grabbed the boy’s arms, pinning them behind Brian’s strong back. Keith and Ricky each held one of Brian’s beefy legs.

Brian tensed every muscle in his body, calling on all of his strength. The three holding him felt his effort and did not let him budge. Brian was held fast, unable to move. The athletic boy was no match for these seasoned felons.

Don stood in front of Brian. He reached out, touching the golden boys smooth face. As Don’s fingers trailed across Brian’s face, Brian made an attempt to move back.

Brian managed to thrust his body backwards an inch or so, the boy found his butt pressed directly against Bruno’s crotch. As the big butt pressed against Bruno, he instinctively hunched it. Brian felt the hard rod pressing into him, he knew what it was.

Don’s fingers brushed Brian’s beautiful lips. Don let out a sigh, the boy was more then perfect. Don hoped he didn’t have to be too rough, he didn’t want the boy’s masculine beauty marred.

Brian was repulsed, he had one pervert hunching against his butt, another touching his face. Brian was very aware of his sexuality, he was aware that homosexuals desired him. He had always been disgusted by the very idea of same sex. He had once broke a boy’s nose for staring at him in the wrong way.

Brian knew that these men were aware that he was not gay. Brian had a slight understanding of what the men intended. Brian hid his fear, and looked at Don with pure hatred. Brian said, “Let me the fuck go!” Brian then made his first mistake, he spit directly into Don’s face.

Don didn’t flinch as the boy’s spit landed right below his eyes. Don understood Brian’s need to strike out. Don would do the same thing if he found himself in Brian’s position.

However, the boy had to learn his place. Don calmly reached out, he begin to unsnap Brian's uniform. Don undid the top four snaps, exposing the boy’s smooth chest. Don ran a hand over the skin, causing Brian to cringe.

Don groped the boy’s pecs, feeling the muscle, He found Brian’s left nipple. He grasp the large nub, twisting it to the side while stretching it outward.

Brian let out a scream of pain and rage as Don molested his nipple. Don’s fingers pinched into the boy nubbin as he used it to feel Brian with pain. Don was fascinated with the size of the rubbery flesh.

Don let go of the nipple, he forced the jumpsuit further open. Both Brian’s nipples were now totally exposed. Brian watched in disbelief and shock as Don lowered his mouth to the very nipple he had just bruised.

Brian attempted to squirm as Don licked him. Don’s lips were around the nipple, he licked and sucked it. He broke his mouth away, and looked Brian directly in the eyes. Brian eyed him back with loathing.

Don spoke, “ Boy, what you did was a mistake, you disrespected me. Your mistakes will cause you pain. I suggest there are no more mistakes. Do you understand me?”

Brian continued to eye Don with hatred. Don grabbed Brian’s chin, he grasped it and applied pressure. “When you are questioned, you will answer. Not answering is another mistake.”

Don released Brian’s chin, and again took the left nipple in his fingers. He pinched it hard, stretching it. Brian felt like it was being torn off.

Brian yelled, “ I understand!”

Don nodded and let the nub loose. “In the future, you will address any of us as sir. Now say it, let me know you understand!”

Brian glared but saw Don reaching towards his chest again. Brian made himself say, “Yes, sir! I understand. “

Don smiled, “We’re going to be very close, very close, boy. Now what’s your name? “

Brian mumbled, “Brian.”

Don said, “Brian what?” Don looked at Brian very patiently.

Brian was about to answer with his last name, then he remembered. “Brian, sir.”

“You’re a fast learner, Brian. I like that.” Don said with approval. “Now, what made the jailer place a pretty thing like you in with us? Did you fight? Maybe you spit on one of them? Why did Ortez put you in this tank?”

Brian heard the name Ortez. It registered with him. He saw Maria’s face in his mind, he compared it to the jailer’s face. Brian’s heart sped up as he made the connection.

Don said, “I’m waiting for an answer, Brian.”

Brian felt all hope leave as he provided the answer. “I believe I dumped his sister, sir.”

It made sense, Don thought. He laughed, “I presume you fucked her?”

Brian nodded. Don’s hand grabbed the boy’s nipple again. As he twisted it, he said, “Remember the proper way to address me, Brian.”

“Yes, sir, yes sir!” Brian yelled. Tears had formed in Brian’s eyes.

Don continued. “Now, Brian, you know your screams for help are useless. However, if you feel the need to scream, it’s fine. Screaming boys excite me. There are some things you need to fully understand.” Don made a gesture towards the cell’s back wall. “Out there, you were the stud, you were a man. In here, you are a punk. A very fine punk, I don’t mind saying. Behind bars, men change. Men are driven by cocks. Do you understand me so far?”

Brian’s eyes held desperation but his voice said, “Yes, sir.”

“Good, Brian, good.” Don said. “ In here, always remember you are no longer a man. You are not allowed to have a man’s needs, your here to please us. You seem to be a very athletic boy, you have a man’s body. Only now, you’re a punk, a fuck boy, a dick sucker. It’s not your fault, really. It’s a way of life. Only difference is, now it’s your way of life. Do you understand?”

Brian could no longer look at Don. His voice came out in a husky whisper, “Yes, sir.”

Don gently pulled the boy’s face back up to eye contact level. “ What’s about to happen to you can be called rape. You will feel disgust, hate, and some pain. You will live through it. We will tell you what we want, what we expect. Your job is to meet our needs and wants. Any attempt to not obey will result in pain for you. When you get out of here, you can even pretend this never happened. Or, you could choose to tell what took place. If you tell, people will look at you forever as ‘that boy that was raped in jail’. If you tell, we will deny it, the jail staff will deny it. These things don’t happen. If we need to, we will say you sold yourself to us for commissary. In the end, it doesn’t matter. Do you understand?”

Brian’s voice broke into a sob. “Yes, sir.”

“Great, now we are letting you loose. You will strip naked in front of us.” Don finished.

Brian almost fell as the men released him. He gave Don one last look, hoping that this was a bad joke, a prank, some form of initiation. He looked around at the men. Their eyes told him there was no joke. Brian’s fingers shook as he unsnapped the remaining snaps of the jumpsuit.

Brian trembled as he dropped the jumpsuit to the floor. He stepped out of the sandals and then the jumpsuit. Only the blue boxers protected him now. The men were standing around, staring at him. The lust filled men looked at him as if he was some hot looking bitch.

Brian felt total humiliation as he dropped his boxers. As he stepped out of them, the men stared at his totally nude body.

Don reached out, taking Brian’s dick in his hand. “You’re well hung, Brian.” Don’s other hand grasp Brian’s nut sack. “I like fucking a boy that is hung. It adds a little something knowing a big dicked stud is being punked. Now, stand on the table and dance!”

Brian said, “Huh? I mean, do what sir?”

Don said, “Have you gone deaf? You heard me, get on the fucking table, shake your ass, dance around, show us your stuff!”

Brian looked over at the table. He walked over to it. The men made cat calls as they watched Brian’s fine ass quiver as he moved. Tears ran down Brian’s face as he climbed onto the table.

Bruno yelled, “Shake it baby, shake yo money maker!”

Brian’s hands instinctively covered his privates as he begin a slow step on the table. Brian’s tears splashed down as he moved. The men yelled out encouragement.

Ortez watched the video monitor, laughing at Brian’s McKee’s destruction from manhood.