Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69 Part two

‘Now here it starts, he felt good, so good, so hot, hot, hot, that finger feels ..’As the finger was removed and not replaced pussyboy could not help the cry of desperation, like when a baby looses the nipple as it’s feeding. He looked up despondent at Len who held out the spunk mug and picked up pussyboys other hand.

As in a dream pussyboy watched as his finger was coated in his own spunk and although held in someone else’s hand; the semen-coated finger was slowly inserted in his fuckshute. Kenny lay there one of his own fingers in his arse, his other hand still slowly caressed his throbbing cock. Gently Len moved the finger back and forth until pussyboy took over with his own rhythm.

Len sat back and watched as pussyboy fucked himself over the top, his cock spitting forth another good heavy load of generous boycum, his hand now with two of his own fingers working deep in his arsehole, prolonging the climax for as long as possible until exhausted he fainted with the passion he had caused himself.

Len watched the trembling, quivering body as it spasmed, the orgasm rolling and re rolling over the spent youth. He saw the eyelids flutter and then open, the depth of feeling in those blue eyes touched a nerve within himself and he leant forward and kissed the damp, swollen lips. Pussyboy kissed back allowed the tongue to penetrate and the finger, and the finger and relaxed so the third finger could also enter. Len played pussyboy like a musical instrument, moving through the high notes to the low notes until he gentled a succession of chords that had pussyboy raising himself high of the bed as he climaxed for the third time, his thin bubble of semen belying the strength and power of his double cock and anal climax.

Len allowed pussyboy to hold him until he fell asleep. Len looked down at his rampant cock that was leaking pre-cum like a dripping faucet. He’d let the boy sleep for a short while; it would make his first cocksucking session so much better if he was rested.

A half an hour later Kenny started and trembled awake. ‘God he felt good that last…’ he thought. Shock at what he had done, what he had allowed, how he had felt, kicked him in the stomach like the kick of a mule. Shame washed over him and as he looked down at his sleeping cock he felt it admonishing him. He looked at Len who was still studying him deeply. At that moment he both loved with desperation and hated with extreme fear this man who in such a short time had debased him as an individual, as a person so that he was nothing more than an object, a slave, a nothing.

Len held out the remains of pussyboys spunk that lay congealing in the bottom of the mug. As he did so he saw the raging emotions cross the boys’ face and as pussyboy took the mug, they drained away as he drained away the contents of the mug.
Len bided his time until the mug was licked clean and handed back to his outstretched hand.

“Here,” he commanded softly. Pussyboy sat up and stretched moving his tensed body until it was relaxed and supple again. He lay on the bed beside Len and once again, delicately took the enormous, exciting cock in his hand and began to slick the foreskin down like before. He noticed how wet it was and that he did not need to use any extra lubrication. He stroked the wonderful weapon as before, cajoling it, breathing in its musky male smell, licking it, kissing it. Pussyboy moved back slowly in alarm. How had he ended up kissing it, kissing that bubbling leaking tip? His head had been on Len’s chest; his hand had been caressing him, stroking his head as he manipulated his cock. The hand was back now, gentling his head, soothing and gently pushing him back down so that his lips were close to that dripping object.

Try as he might, pussyboy found that inexorably his lips were now in constant contact with Len’s cockhead. No matter what he did or which way he turned, back his head would be manipulated until his lips were once again stuck against the slippery cock tip. Harder his head was pushed. His lips crushed against the velvet wetness. In an attempt to stop them hurting, being compressed between Len’s insistent hand and his equally insistent cock he opened them. At first the pressure eased, he licked the pre-cum dribbling into his mouth and found it tasted almost sweet. He licked some more and swallowed some more and there was always more. The pressure began again and he opened his lips and his mouth wider and wider. As realisation set in, he felt his head being held in a vice like grip, his struggles were useless and Kenny’s last tear coursed down his cheek.

“Relax,” came the throaty whisper, and now totally pussyboy, he did as he was told. Slowly his mouth opened wider and wider and the tip of Len’s cock slipped happily into it’s new home.

“Breathe through your nose,” he was told, “and lick the tip backwards and forwards with your tongue.” Pussyboy licked. “Swallow, gently,” he was commanded and as he did another half inch of man meat was pulled inside, “ Suckle,” he was told and he licked and nibbled and swallowed the ever increasing flood of liquid that pooled into his mouth. He was conscious now that his head was being manipulated until he caught the rhythm of his own accord and began the up and down movements, combined with suckling swallowings. He also noticed how less sweet the liquid had become and how hard the velvet tip in his mouth was becoming. It pulsed to a different beat, the piss-slit had widened and he could sink the tip of his own tongue in.

“Move the foreskin up and down.” he was instructed, make it cover your lips,” and he did so. It was an odd feeling having your lips covered over like that. “Faster,” Len whispered almost bent double over the human vaccum he was creating. Pussyboy now felt he was joined to the object in his mouth, it was now a part of him and he began to feed of it. He recognised its heartbeat and its needs and sucked and sucked the precious liquid that spilled faster and faster into his swallowing throat. Faster too went his hands, working that tube of flesh backwards and forwards. He could see the balls beneath the tube, breathing, contracting in and out and in and out. Len’s supporting belly was also thrusting him to a similar rhythm and pussyboy could feel the cock throb, the balls pulse, the belly thrust, his throat swallow, his hands pump. Now it was different, his hands pumped, the belly pumped, the cock pulsed, his throat pulsed, and the balls throbbed. Sweat dripped of the locked pair as Len’s climax took off.

There was a split second when time stood still, pussyboy felt it reverberate through his own body and then everything came together, his hands pumped, the balls pumped, the belly pumped, the cock pumped and pumped and his throat pulsed the streams of thick, pearly manjuice as they erupted into his pumping mouth. Spunk pumped all over the place and such was the force of the ejaculation it forced it self up inside pussyboys mouth so that it dribbled out through his nose.

Covered in Len’s man juice, his throat full and his nose full pussyboy coughed himself of the pulsing cock. Len gave him enough time to recover and clear his nose so he could breathe and then sank the boys’ head back onto his still over-flooding cock. As the climax subsided pussyboy began to clean up the mess, licking pools of spunk from everywhere. He suckled continually back to the still oozing cocktip as he licked all over the tube and the foreskin and the twitching belly, clearing up every last limpid drop.

As Len finally lay back on the bed, pussyboy found himself being pushed further down the bed to another splattered pool of cum. As he licked it up and recognised the taste he discovered that in the heat of the moment he too had cum. It was the first time they had had a mutual orgasm and neither had known it at the time.

Now that all the spunk was cleaned up pussyboy edged back up the bed to stretch his cramped body from the tight position he had been held. Len turned towards him and kissed him gently on the spermy lips, there was the slightest of hesitation and his tongue once again slipped into the boys’ mouth. The two tongues duelled slowly until pussyboy stayed his to suck the broad swath of wet living skin that enriched his mouth.

Len shifted the boy so that he was lying on top of him and they carried on kissing sweetly. Len pulled the boy’s head back and looked up at him, there were still semen patches on his face and in his hair but the boy pushed back insistent, his tongue seeking to fight again. Len sucked him into his own mouth this time and as they kissed again subtly, Len adjusted their positions.

If pussyboy was aware of it he gave no sign, but he was now lying on top of Len with his legs opened and Len's huge cock, pulsing gently at his puckering fuckshute. Len kissed him heavily and pushed him gently down so that the very tip of his cock was kissing its next destination. Appearing to be blissfully unaware pussyboy kissed on. Around them the prison began to close down for the night and in other cells, the nightly rock of fuck or be fucked began.

Back outside in the real world Davey pulled his leaking cock out of his brothers glistening bumhole. Billy grimaced and concerned Davey asked,” was that alright bruv?”
“S’not the same.” he said, “we need to get bigger. I do miss Mr Cocker. He could do it right.”
“Shall we suck then?” asked Davey petulantly.
“Yeah,” answered his brother, “an, an we get to hold it and then kiss together so it mixes an then we can share it.”
Excitedly two loving brothers bent to their task.

‘Dear Mr and Mrs .’ Mr Masters wrote, ‘I am a Social Worker and the joint case of your sons’ has been referred to me. I am writing to introduce myself so that I can arrange a meeting with yourselves and subsequently your sons’ so that we can begin to repair the damage recently caused by the sentencing and imprisonment of..’

Downstairs in the ground floor well cuntboy raised and opened his legs for the first of the night warders; as the first entered him roughly the next two waited in line, leaking cocks at the ready. He licked his lips and both advanced to the other end, all three drove into him at the same time.
Mr Carter, off duty and informally dressed watched as he ascended the landing to the fourth floor, he wondered with anticipation how Barker was getting on with his task. As he approached the cell door the first of cuntboys’ moans, dampened by the two cocks in his mouth echoed softly around the wing.

To be continued...