Know Your Place
by Touchstone
Part 1
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Lucas looked more than a little annoyed now. Up till now he had thought that this girl would be it. One he wouldn’t mind starting a real concrete relationship with, which, frankly said, he really needed since his ex-girlfriend left up two months ago. A cop on the police force, he’d split up with his last girlfriend because he’d been too ‘caught up’ with his work, making detective a lifelong dream. The blonde girl grinning in front of him had been out with him three times now, and he was almost ready to just grab her, drag her home and fuck her, but then it took the fun out of the chase. So he’d spent the last three dates being nice and getting to know her better.
“Oh come onnnn...” she sighed, holding up the tickets. “I know you’re gonna love it.”
“But when you said you were getting in line, you were going to get the movie I wanted to watch,” Lucas sighed. “This...this is a romantic comedy! The kind of stuff that-
“That what?” she gave him a threatening glare.
Cop or no cop, he decided to continue playing nice. Too late to turn back anyhow. They were already in front of the cinema, and he’d gotten the popcorn. “Fine,” he sighed. “But next time, I get to pick the movie.” He had no problem with the idea of romance, really. It was just that he felt like watching something more adrenaline-pumped right now. But oh well. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too sappy, he thought.
Unfortunately for him, it really was sappy. Barely through the first ten minutes of the movie, the cliche’-ridden lines were making him want to puke.
“Hey I have to go to the bathroom,” he said just as the hot-yet-obviously-vapid girl on the screen shouted out her lover’s name from the window. It was a half-truth. He really did need to pee. And also, well, he just needed to get out.
The cinema toilet was empty save for another large, burly looking bald guy with a goatee. Not suspecting anything amiss, Lucas moved in front of the urinal furthest away from the guy, unzipped his fly, and let loose.
“’Love is Everything’ doesn’t seem like your type of movie, does it?” the large man asked with a snigger, standing at his side of the room.
Lucas raised an eyebrow back at the tall man, “How did you know...”
“I just saw you walking into the same cinema as the horde of giggling girls and I just knew. Also I could tell by the look of disdain on your face when you walking in just now,” the man replied with a chuckle.
“Good call,” Lucas smiled. “What’re you watching?”
“I’m done, actually,” the man replied. “Just came out of S.W.A.T. Heat 3. It was pretty good.”
Lucas groaned. “Damn,” he said, zipping up at the same time as the other man as they both moved towards the sink. “That was what I wanted to watch. The last one was pretty good, although everyone tells me the first one is legendary.”
The bald man gave him a surprised look with his deep green eyes from the mirror and gasped, “You mean you haven’t seen the first one?”
“Haven’t found the DVD yet. It’s hard to find in typical stores now, and I’m not really a big fan of the internet, although I might just get someone to order it online for me someday,” Lucas admitted.
“Hey man, you’re in luck,” the large man chuckled as he wiped his hand dry with a paper towel. “I have the DVD right in my flat, above that Chinese takeout place across the street. You can borrow it if you want.”
Lucas gave the man a suspicious look, “You don’t even know me. I don’t even know you.”
“Nah I see you come by this same cinema all the time, so it’s alright. I’m just offering because you’ve missed out on the best thing ever. My name is Joe, by the way,” the man said, giving away his name.
Hesitating only for a second, Lucas smiled and said, “I’m Lucas.”
“There, so we’re acquainted. Wanna come over?” Joe offered again.
“Maybe later. My girlfriend’s waiting-
“You can just pop across the street, pick it up, then come back. It won’t be long,” Joe interjected. “It’s not like you’re looking forward to get back in there anyway, are you?”
Lucas contemplated this for a while. There was something about Joe that made him feel a bit weird. But although the larger guy seemed like he’d clobber him in a fight, Lucas had a gun, so even if some kind of weird shit was up, it wasn’t like he was defenceless. Besides, it was his chance to stop his partner mocking him for not having watched ‘the best cop movie ever’.
“Okay then. Let’s hurry, though. Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting,” Lucas sighed.
And at that he followed Joe out of the cinema, following the larger man from behind, Lucas didn’t notice the sly smile that appeared on the man’s face as they crossed the street. He followed the guy up three floors inside a dingy looking building before the man unlocked his front door and stepped aside to let him in.
The small apartment living room reeked. It was the first thing Lucas noticed before he even reached the doorway. The an acrid, musky sort of scent that sort of hung in the air, increasing in strength as Lucas stepped into the small living room which honestly looked as though it had been hit by a tornado. Sweat-drenched and stained clothes were literally lying all over the place, a pile of them beside the couch looking as though they’d been there for months. Trying his best to look polite, Lucas avoided covering his nose as he scanned the room desperately for the DVD.
“It’s in the pile by the TV,” Joe told him as he disappeared into his bedroom. Lucas, not suspecting anything, went down and knelt beside the DVD rack, struggling now to resist the temptation to puke as the musky odor overwhelmed him now that he was kneeling so close to its apparent source. His eyes searched the rack desperately for the DVD he was looking for, wanting to get this over and done with quickly.
“Damn, looks like he’s a fucking queer,” Lucas thought as he saw a stray DVD lying on the floor with a cover depicting a large, muscular guy wearing a leather harness. Did the guy bring him back here to hit on him, then? Lucas wondered. If so, he was going to be disappointed. In fact he was going to be more than disappointed. Lucas decided that he wouldn’t come back here ever again, not even to return the damn DVD. He could always find a different cinema to visit, so long as he didn’t have to look at that disgusting faggot ever again.
He was so engrossed in his search that he did not notice Joe returning, with a piece of white cloth in one hand. By the time Lucas did notice, the large man was holding him from behind as he stuffed the white chloroformed rag into his face. Reacting in a panic, Lucas had no thought for his gun and instead stood up and struggled to get free from the man’s ironlike embrace, a struggle that didn’t last very long as darkness soon engulfed him and he knew no more.
By the time Lucas woke up, he had a throbbing headache, and his whole body felt oddly cold. What was even more distressing, he soon discovered was that he was hanging upside down, his arms and legs spread out by chains that seemed attached to the ceiling. It distressed him even further to find out that he was stark naked, his manhood flopped down onto his stomach, open for the world to see. The room he was in now was dark and damp. He could almost make out the sound of dripping from somewhere. As his senses started to return, he found that the room had the same kind of musk floating in the air as that living room, although not as strong since this room wasn’t littered with filth. In fact, it was almost empty, save for a metal cart which seemed to house some kind of device that he couldn’t see clearly. That, and an exercise mat at the other end of the room with a set of weights beside it. Just as he was beginning to contemplate why he was in this position, a door opened and light flooded into the room, blinding him slightly as the large man’s muscular figure appeared at the doorway. More pronounced now, that he wasn’t wearing the flannel shirt and jeans he’d been wearing earlier.
In fact he was only wearing a jockstrap and a leather vest, the grin on his face now making Lucas feel sick.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I’m a fucking police officer!” Lucas shouted as Joe stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“I know that,” Joe replied. “I know a lot of things about you, Mr. Blake. In fact, you wouldn’t be in this predicament if I didn’t know you at all. “
“What are you talking about?” Lucas demanded angrily. “I’ve never met you in my entire life you fucking queer!”
“Sshh...it will all become clear soon enough, boy,” Joe grinned devilishly as he began wheeling the cart closer towards Lucas. In his current upside down state, Lucas couldn’t quite make out what was on the top shelf of the cart, although the bottom seemed to be occupied by a metal cylinder of some sort with a tube attached to it, leading onto something else on the top shelf that he couldn’t see.
Lucas started screaming for help then, which spurred Joe into action almost immediately. The large man quickly picked up a syringe from the cart, already loaded with a clear fluid before he expertly stuck it into Lucas’ neck, emptying its contents into the helpless cop’s bloodstream. The effect was almost instantaneous, Lucas’ cries quickly weakened into soft whimpers as his head began to feel funny, his struggles in the chains the bound him weakening as he felt an odd sense of lethargy overwhelm him.
Teetering at the edge of consciousness, he could only slur a protest as Joe picked up what appeared to be a leather hood from the top cart, only it looked...different, somehow. There were no eyeholes, only a weird kind of dark goggles, and the mouth opening seemed to be fitted with some kind of gas mask, with a tube attached to the metal cylinder on the cart.
“Now, Lucas, it’s time for us to make a new man out of you,” Joe said as he knelt down, his face dangerously close to Lucas’ left ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. You might not believe me now, but once I’m done with you, you’ll believe everything I say, even if I were to tell you that you’re an avid fan of romantic comedies. But no, we’re not going there. That chapter of your life is over the minute I put this on your head. You will never see her again, nor will you ever stoop yourself low enough to endure that kind of bullshit just to get laid ever again.”
Thinking of her gave Lucas some home. Maybe she would’ve called the cops if she got worried that he never came back?
Almost as though he’d read his mind, Joe carressed his cheek softly as he whispered, “She’s not looking for you. No one is. I used your phone to text her and say you had to go on a police thing. Your buddies won’t be looking for you either. If all goes according to plan, you’ll be back with them before they even start looking. By that time, you’ll be different, my boy. Better. The way you’ve always wanted to be.”
Despite the dire state of his current predicament, Lucas could only hang there helplessly as Joe tenderly fitted the hood over his head, blanking out his vision as his eyes were covered by the dark goggles. The stench of the room went gone too, probably the only thing he had to be thankful for as he breathed in uncontaminated air through the mask.
“Well then boy, let’s begin,” Joe said, standing up and reaching around to squeeze his ass playfully once before he returned to the cart.
‘That queer is so fucking dead when I get out of this,’ Lucas thought bitterly to himself. It was a thought that didn’t last though, as Joe flipped a switch on a remote that had been lying on the cart, causing the display output in the goggles to come to life. Almost instantly, Lucas’ eyes were assaulted by a dazzling array of light, which seemed to shift and change before him in a way that seemed almost pointless. Not being able to think very well already thanks to the drugs, the lights were making it even harder, what with the flickering words that he could not seem to catch. He struggled to focus on them though- he had to know what they were telling him.
“Thaaaaat’s right boy, look at the pretty lights. Papa Joe wants you to just relax now. He’s gonna take care of you reaaaal good,” Joe cooed softly. He watched the captive cop intently, noting how even the muffled slurs of protest were beginning to die now. Lucas was falling into those bright lights, which, as minutes passed seemed to focus into a kind of spiral, drawing him even harder now like a whirlpool he could not escape. The sensations outside his body were beginning to become more and more distant as the words continue to elude his reach, hovering closer once in a while when he heard a voice whispering indistinctly in his ear.
Joe was beginning to have a hard-on, seeing the boy in front of him beginning to lose as he whispered words that would be drilled into his subconscious forever. Still he resisted the idea of just ploughing the boy’s ass there and then, knowing that the first step was almost complete. As the lights continue to wreak havoc in Lucas’ already troubled mind, Joe reached over to the cart and flipped another switch, causing the metal cylinder to begin humming.
Almost immediately, the bliss that Lucas had almost completely sunk into came to a screeching halt as another sense was assaulted-
His sense of smell.
For a while, the first steps of programming faded as his mouth and nose were treated to a whiff of that strong musk that had been in...where, where had he smelled it before? It didn’t matter. It was horrible. And he had to... he had to focus on the lights. Maybe the bad smell would go away soon.
But the bad smell didn’t go away. It kept coming. And coming. Eventually he realised that it wasn’t a whiff he was getting, he was having that aroma pumped steadily into his face in rhythmic doses. He tried breathing through his mouth to try lessening the impact of the scent, but it seemed to make him feel worse- giving him a funny taste at the tip of his tongue. The relaxation program seemed to lose him then, and he started thrashing in his chains, gasping and retching.
Joe quickly responded by giving the cop another dose of the drug, injecting it in the same place to reweaken the cop’s resistance. He was surprised the first dose wore off so quickly, although he guessed that it was perhaps the man’s adrenaline rush in response to the now increasing doses of gas pumped into the mask.
“Ssssh...boy,” Joe whispered as he knelt down beside his captive’s face again. “There’s no need to be afraid. Just breeaathe deeply. That air your breathing isn’t poisoned. It’s concentrated male scent. My scent, in particular. Made out of sweat and other bodily fluids I’ll be sure to introduce you to later. You’ll learn to enjoy it, boy. Just breathe in, for now, and relax...”
Lucas began breathing through his nose again, letting the scent wash over him. As he allowed his focus to detract from the visuals slightly, he began breathing in a bit deeper, deciding that the smell wasn’t so bad after all.
“Yes...breathe in my male musk, boy,” Joe continued. “Feel it’s raw power, it’s masculinity. This is a scent that you can’t even begin to dream off. One that you will soon learn to crave in your every waking moment.”
‘Yes...’ Lucas’ mind, with the coaxing of the hypnotic lights and Joe’s voice soon began associating the scent with images of a gym, filled with strong, powerful, sweaty men. It reminded him of himself, or what he once wanted to be. And he didn’t know why, but the smell was beginning to make him hard. The visuals were beginning to slip in images of naked, muscular men in various poses now, sights that somehow made him feel jealous and saddened at the fact that he was so lean instead of large and superior.
“Poor...poor boy,” Joe whispered. “You probably can’t ever be as great as me or anyone else before you now. But you can show us respect by knowing your place.”
And although Joe only said it once, the words ‘Know your place’ began reverberating inside of Lucas’ mind, the phrase repeating there over and over along with the displayed words on the screen. The images of the naked men began to be replaced with close-ups of their dangling cocks. Some limp, some erect. All of them massive, commanding respect.
“Yes, boy... this is the main source of our power. Our male musk you now find so delicious. Bask in its glory, and let the program teach you how you can make us happy. Because in the end, that is what you want the most.”
Had Lucas not been drugged and his mind not as far gone as it was now, he would probably been able to try and conjure images in his mind of women, to try and remind himself of who he was. But unfortunately for him, his mind was in no shape to be forming independent thoughts at the moment, and so he just allowed the input of information to continue.
It was in this state that Joe left him. The larger man gave one last look at his future sex toy before he walked out of the room, allowing Lucas to continue being programmed- his eyes locked in adoration of the cocks in the goggles and his nose savoring the aroma of his master.
Six hours later, Lucas was still awake, still breathing deeply, still painfully hard. He hadn’t a notion of how much time had passed, since it was all the same to him at this point. Drool could be seen leaking through the hood now, having collected from his mouth over the past few hours. Joe came back into the room, eager to reap the rewards of this young cops’ programming. Flipping off the switches, he heard mumbling coming from the hood which sounded like protest as the pump died and the visual images were turned off. Kneeling, Joe took off the hood carefully, allowing the light to flood the blank stare that greeted him. It was a blankness that was quickly erased as the boy recognised his face, murmuring pleas that were still indistinct and, as far as Joe was concerned, inconsequential.
The boy was his now.
In a grand gesture, Joe stepped up in front of the upside down cop and tore off his own jockstrap, introducing the cop to the cock he would forever worship. Although Joe had been gone for six hours, the sight of the boy, coupled with the fact that he’d been looking forward to this for a long time had the massive bear of a man hard in seconds, mirroring Lucas’ own hard-on that was now almost ready to burst.
Joe tenderly reached down and carressed the boy’s hair, before pushing it up slightly to raise the boy’s head, burying the cop’s nose deep into his ball sac.
“Yesss boy...that’s the source right there.” The boy sniffed in deeply, moaning in ecstasy as he savored being buried so deep in his master’s glory. “And tonight, you’re a very lucky boy, because it’s aaaall yours.” He let the boy’s head go, and lowered himself down a bit more so that now the tip of his cock was pressing at the boy’s wet lips.
The boy took to it as quickly and as hungrily as a newborn baby offered a lactating tit. Joe’s hips almost bucked at the sheer fervour of it. Yes, this boy was a goldmine. Looks like the program had effected him more deeply than even Joe had thought possible.
“And this...” Joe muttered, struggling not to let the boy’s desperate tongue overpower him so quickly, “Is mine.”
And with a hunger that more than matched his new slave’s, Joe engulfed the boy’s throbbing cock whole, ravenously intent on making sure that the boy would be completely and utterly his.
For Lucas, the texture, taste and scent of his master’s cock was sheer heaven. It was now his very reason for being. And although he had never done it before, the master’s expert tongue playing with his own shaft had him soon learning, shivering deliciously at the same time before he responded in kind, giving the object of adoration in his mouth all the love and attention that his very being could muster. And it wasn’t just his master’s cock either. The feeling of the master’s hard, beautifully toned body pressed lovingly against his, the sweat from his master’s armpits as they hugged him close trickling down his naked body...it all came together in a beautiful symphony that was the pure joy of two men giving each other the time of their lives.
Lucas came first, moaning as he gave his essence, and his very being into his master’s mouth. It left a slight emptiness that was more than made up for by the copious amounts of manseed that was soon pumping furiously through his mouth, warm, delicious, masculine. He kept it in his mouth, savoring the taste as his master pulled out, unchaining him slowly and holding him so that he didn’t fall too quickly. Lucas finally swallowed his first helping of joy as he staggered onto his feet, fighting the aftereffects of being hung upside down for so long. It was a fight that he failed, and he stumbled, forward, into his master’s open, loving arms, his face pressed into the master’s beautiful, hairy, well-toned chest.
“Mmm...” Joe grinned, licking his lips as he caressed his slave’s back. Together, they lay down on the mat in the room and kissed like two lovers who had been apart for years. That’s what it felt like for Lucas, at least, and it was a feeling that he never wanted to go away.
“Papa Joe is proud of you, my boy. You’ve turned out exactly like he wanted you to.” Those were words that made Lucas’s face flush with pride.
A thought occurred to him though, eventually as he lay upon his master’s muscular body. And he raised his head to ask, “Why did you choose me, sir, if I may ask? You said you knew me...the old me, anyway, and said I would understand soon enough. It’s alright if you don’t want to answer, though, I’m more than happy enough...as long as I can feel your glorious cock buried in me...” Just thinking about that made Lucas swoon with delirium, almost forgetting his own question that preceded that thought.
Joe chuckled, caressing the boy’s head. “Oh you’ll have my cock inside your beautiful tight ass soon enough,boy. As for your question...well that’s a story for tomorrow. In the meantime, sleep now, my boy...” he said, guiding the boy’s head towards his left armpit. “Sleep, and dream of me.”
The boy all but buried his face in his armpit, sniffing and licking for a bit before he relaxed, closing his eyes and allowing sleep to take him.
Lucas woke up in the morning to find himself lying on the couch in Joe’s living room, dressed as he was the day before. Looking at his watch, he groaned and stood up, stretching as Joe came into the room from the kitchen from which Lucas could smell coffee.
“Hey man,” Lucas said, greeting his old friend. “Did I fall asleep in the middle of the movie last night?”
“Yeah,” Joe grinned back. “Didn’t have the heart to wake you up. You fell asleep on my shoulder.”
Lucas winced at the thought. “Oh...damn. Sorry. Anyways, I gotta zip home quickly, shower and get to work. Too bad keeping a drawer of my clothes here would make it seem like we’re gay or something, else that would make it easier for us to do these movie marathons, huh? Not that it would be wrong to be gay or anything, just that...”
“You’re straight as an arrow,” Joe smiled.
“You know it,” Lucas said, putting on his shoes by now. “Anyway, I’ll be back here tonight. We can uh, watch that new porn thing you were so excited about. Maybe jack each other off. Nothing gay about that.”
“Nope,” Joe agreed, still keeping that same smile.
“’Kay then,” Lucas said, opening the door. “See you later.”
And at that he walked out the door.
Joe let out a deep sigh as he walked back into the kitchen. He knew that Lucas wouldn’t be back tonight, which was a shame. But oh well, phase one was complete, and now all he needed to do was wait two years, tops. In the meantime, Lucas didn’t know it, but he was walking himself into phase two, completely unaware.
Part 2
How the hell had he ended up here?
Try as he might, all he could recollect were mostly faint blurs of what the past few days had been about. As the building that he would be spending the next five years of his life in swam into view, he desperately began wishing that all of this was a dream. How could it be real? The guards on the bus were telling him that he had admitted to taking bribes from drug dealers, turning himself in randomly one day when he turned up for work. It wasn’t a lie, Lucas knew that. But he damn well knew that there was no way in hell that he would turn himself in.
Could he have been drunk? Was he going crazy? Either way, it seemed that at this point, the whys and wherefores of his situation were a moot point. The fact was that this prison was going to be his home for the next five years. Even if he were to try and make a few phone calls to his friends on the force, telling them to help clear his name, it would only make himself seem crazy after having giving himself in so suddenly.
He thought of his friend Joe, who he had been supposed to see that night. He remembered calling him to tell him where he was, but Joe had only said, “Send Blake my love,” before hanging up. And he didn’t pick up any more phone calls since that one.
How could his best friend do that to him?
Why was his life falling apart?
All these questions repeated themselves in his head as he marched through the prison gates for the first time, feeling that sense of dread creeping inside him the moment they slammed shut behind him. Never in a million years had he ended up being here. Caught with the unbearable truth that he would not see those gates open until they were done with him.
He marched through the entire registration process as though he were in a dream. Going where they told him to. Changing into the clothes they gave him. Listening as the head warden gave the typical ‘welcome to hell’ speech. It almost felt like he was watching another one of those prison-based movies, except that well, he was living in it.
It was when they put him in his cell, closing the door behind him that he began to feel weak. Like he wanted to just curl up in a dark corner and die of shame, fear, revulsion at the state of things...everything. And he probably would have shed a few silent tears too.
But then of course, he noticed that his cellmate was there. And the last thing he needed was the guy thinking he was some kind of faggot on his first day here.
The man was sitting on the lower bunk of the double decker, leaning against a wall with a book in his hands which he seemed immersed in, up until the bars slammed shut at least. As he stood up, Lucas saw that this man was a towering behemoth, large enough that he seemed to be creating his own gravity. The man’s head was bald, his mouth locked in a mocking kind of grin that made Lucas feel like he was a piece of meat being appraised by a lion. The fact that the man’s topless chest was coated with a fine layer of dark hair, and his fierce looking goatee helped that impression along. His huge arms, sculpted and toned so well were covered in tattoos of various designs. Even as he reached his hand out to shake his, Lucas felt his hand was tiny compared to this guy’s . If this man wanted to, he could squeeze his head until it popped like a grape.
“Uh..hi..I’m uh..” Lucas began to stammer, finding it hard not to be intimidated by the large beast of a man.
“Lucas, I know,” the man cut him off with a deep chuckle.
“How do you...”
“Joe told me you were coming, of course,” the man said. “I’m Blake. “
“Oh!” Lucas managed to smile, feeling a little relieved. “You’re Joe’s friend.” And that meant that he couldn’t be all that bad, right? “He sends his uh..love.”
Blake grinned, still looking at him, his eyes now trailing up and down as though assessing something before he replied, “Yes. He sent you too.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry...what?” That sentence didn’t make sense.
“Nothing,” Blake replied, whatever interest in his face in conversing with his new cellmate simply vanishing instantly as he settled back down on his bed, picking up his book again.
“Nice to meet you too,” Lucas sighed, climbing up to his bunk so that he could lie down.
The rest of the day passed by too slowly. Lucas found himself walking amongst people he had spent his life busting. For the people who did make conversation with him, precious few as they were, Lucas avoided mentioning that he used to be a cop. Most of the inmates were already unfriendly with him to begin with. Every time he tried to start a conversation with Blake, Blake seemed to just shrug him off and go back to doing whatever it was he was doing.
Until nightfall, at least, and Lucas found himself lying in bed, unable to sleep.
“Hey Lucas,” he heard Blake’s deep voice call him from below. “You got a girl waiting for you outside?”
While Blake didn’t look like the kind of guy who would be desperate enough for sex that he’d fuck his cellmate, the thought occurred to Lucas that yeah, he had to establish that he wasn’t a fag either early on. “Not really. But I’ve dated a couple of girls here and there,” he said, placing a bit more emphasis on the word ‘girls’.
And then they fell into silence again.
The cell was unbearably warm. Unable to fall asleep, Lucas found himself tossing and turning, struggling to keep his mind off how unfair this all was. He wondered how a great guy like Joe could ever be associated with a guy as cold and unfriendly as Blake was. He wondered why Joe had stopped talking to him all of a sudden. He wondered if anyone would ever visit him.
“Can’t sleep either, can ya?”
It was Blake’s voice again.
“Not really,” Lucas sighed.
He heard the sound of the creaking bed below him as Blake got up. Although the man didn’t do so to look up at him, Lucas got a bit interested and turned over to look at what his cellmate was doing. He watched as Blake got down onto the floor, and, to his surprise, starting doing push-ups. His rippling muscles working like pistons as they put him in a mechanical rhythm.
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked.
“When I can’t sleep,” Blake said. “I do push-ups until I get tired.”
Lucas thought that was a silly idea. Wouldn’t that just get your blood pumping and make you more awake? Still, he watched as his cellmate continued on, counting down from ten to one, and every time he reached one he would go back to ten and start all over again. Lucas didn’t know why he did that instead of just counting upwards, but decided it wasn’t worth thinking over anyway.
Oddly, he found that he couldn’t take his eyes off his cellmate. He watched, silently, feeling oddly at peace listening to nothing but the sound of Blake’s harsh breaths as he continued counting.
Lucas drifted off to sleep even before Blake had reached a hundred.
-
Lucas woke up the next morning to find the day greeting him with the sight of Blake doing his pushups again. Judging by the fine layer of sweat that coated his muscles and drenched his undershirt, he must’ve been doing it for a while now.
Wait.
“Were you doing that all night?” Lucas gasped, sitting up immediately.
And in response, Blake stopped, getting up slowly before stretching his arms, a look of amusement on his face. “Of course not,” he said. “I just woke up earlier than you. Don’t worry ‘bout the bed. I slept in yours.”
And as he said that, Lucas came to the startling realization that he wasn’t lying in his own bed on the top bunk.
He was lying in Blake’s bed.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, almost jumping out. “How did this happen?”
“Remember our chat from last night? When you came down to talk while I was doing the pushups? I think you must’ve fallen asleep while I continued. Seriously, don’t worry about it,” Blake said.
Conversation? Lucas looked more than a little confused now. “I don’t remember... Oh, right.” Yes, he did remember. Last night he’d gotten up and decided to get to know his cellmate a little better. That’s right. They’d spent so long talking that he must’ve fallen asleep. And Blake had been nice enough to let him sleep there. Guess he had judged him too quickly yesterday, he thought.
‘Well’, he thought. ‘Again, if he’s Joe’s friend, I knew he had to be a great guy.’
Lucas’s second day in prison wasn’t as bad as his first. Because this time, Blake seemed a lot more friendlier, introducing him to people and even sitting with him at lunch. The people Blake introduced him too seemed friendly too. One even grabbed his ass, although totally in a playful kind of way. There was no way that these awesome people that Blake knew could be fags.
“You said your lover was sending your something for your birthday, Blake,” said the tall guy sitting across the table from Lucas. “What didja get?”
To this Blake just chuckled, “You’ll never guess. But you’ll find out soon enough.”
Lucas looked at Blake and asked, “I didn’t know you had a birthday coming up. When is it?” Not that he’d be able to get anything or throw parties or anything. In here the best he would be able to do was at least wish the guy.
“Three days from now,” Blake replied.
‘Cool,’ Lucas thought to himself. ‘I’ll remember that.’
That evening in the showers, Lucas noticed that a couple of people were checking him out. Or, well, it seemed that way. Either way, they never approached, thank God.
“They’ll leave ya alone as long as you stay near me,” Blake said then.
And Lucas believed him. Who would want to mess with Blake, anyway? As they showered beside each other, Lucas couldn’t help but admire Blake’s majestic form, the rush of water around him only accentuating his powerful muscles and statue-like figure.
“Thanks,” Lucas said. Wishing there was more he could do to show his appreciation.
Later that night, as Lucas climbed into his bed, he noticed that the bed had a distinct smell about it that wasn’t there the day before.
‘He must’ve been sweating when he climbed into my bed last night,’ Lucas thought. ‘Damn. But I guess it’s my fault for having fallen asleep in his bed to begin with. They’ll clean these sheets soon enough anyway.’
As he buried his face in his pillow, he noticed that the scent was strongest there. And yet somehow, it did not bother him. He took a deep whiff off it, and it somehow helped him relax.
“Tossing in already?”
Startled, he looked over to the side to see Blake smiling at him.
“Uh...yeah. I guess,” Lucas replied.
“Why doncha sit down here for a bit, while I do some pushups?” Blake suggested. And Lucas agreed all too readily. He wasn’t that sleepy anyway. And so, he came down and sat on Blake’s bunk, watching as his cellmate started what Lucas guessed was some sort of routine he would be getting used to watching over his stay here.
“So...what’re you in for?” Blake asked as he began, as usual making it look effortless as he went up and down in a steady rhythm.
It was surprising how that question hadn’t come up yet. Lucas had figured it was probably polite to not ask, which was why he hadn’t done the same for Blake. Still he hadn’t planned on being asked it, and he still didn’t want to give away that he used to be a cop, so... “I was uh..caught holding up a jewellery store. I needed the money to help my sick mom.” He lied. “You?”
“I was framed. Although you’ll find a lot of people here making that claim, I’m telling the truth,” Blake said in a matter-of-fact tone. “A bunch of cops randomly picked me as the fall guy for something I didn’t do when they failed to solve some case involving drugs. So as you can imagine, I’m not too fond of cops right now. Pretentious assholes the lot of them.”
Lucas did not notice the smirk that appeared on Blake’s face as he gulped. A bit too obviously.
“Y..yeah...I hate them t..too,” he tried.
“Y’know kid,” Blake said as he pushed what must’ve been number fifteen by then, “You’re alright. I’m glad I got you as a cellmate.”
Not knowing what to respond to that, Lucas just resorted to a simple, “Thanks.”
He wouldn’t respond in kind, however. Partially because he didn’t want to get too emotional right now. Partially because he was too focused on watching the droplets of sweat forming on Blake’s muscular back. It was strange. As Blake started counting to ten repeatedly again, they began looking like the most fascinating things in the world.
Just like the night before, Blake kept on going until Lucas slumped over to his side, his eyes closed and the expression on his face so peaceful that Blake wished he could jump straight to just taking him there and then. Still he knew that wasn’t how it worked, and so he just got up, and lay down on the bed with the sleeping ex-cop, positioning them so that Lucas was lying face down into Blake’s left, sweaty armpit.
“I’m glad you hate cops, m’boy,” Blake chuckled as the sleeping cop began lapping at his armpit unconsciously. “Because then I guess you won’t mind what I’m doing to you right now.”
He spent the next hour speaking softly to Lucas, implanting the same suggestions as the night before, reinforcing them so that the changes would soon began to emerge and stay. When that was done he allowed himself to fall asleep, the cop still there in his arms, breathing the scent of heaven from his soon-to-be master’s armpits.
-
Lucas awoke the next morning to the same sight of Blake doing pushups on the floor. He didn’t say anything at first. There was something oddly pleasant about just watching the big guy’s routine. Even when he noticed that he was again lying in Blake’s bed, he didn’t let it bother him. The big guy didn’t seem to mind, and this bed was pretty comfy anyway. It had a scent about it that was so pleasant it made Lucas feel like not getting up at all.
But prison wasn’t a hotel. And soon he had to get up anyway. He apologized to Blake, which one him a pat on the shoulder which somehow made him feel oddly good. What a great guy.
The rest of the day wasn’t so great though. He and Blake were on separate duties, so he didn’t see his friend except a lunch, by which time he was already feeling a bit miserable, seeing that instead of having his new friend to distract him from his troubles all day, he’d only been able to think about how unfair his situation was, and how he didn’t deserve to be here. The amount of times he’d had his ass pinched that day didn’t help either. He didn’t think it was wrong to be desperate for sex like these poor people were. But he wished they wouldn’t turn their sights on him. He most decidedly was not up for it.
“You look a little tense,” Blake observed later that evening in the showers as they showered side by side again.
“Yeah..I guess I just still resent being here is all,” Lucas admitted. “Some of the others are giving me a rough time.”
“Let me know who,” Blake said. “I’ll put in a word for you and make sure they don’t touch you.”
‘Yeah, not until I’m through with you at least,’ Blake thought to himself evilly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Lucas said. “I’ll stand up to them on my own. Wouldn’t want them thinking I’m hiding behind you all the time.”
“And why wouldn’t you?” Blake asked. “Everyone needs some protection sometimes. And let’s face it, look at me (And Lucas did. A long. Hard. Look.) No one would dare touch you if they knew they had to go through me.”
Lucas thought about it for a while. The longer he looked at the naked, beautiful figure before him, the more he found himself thinking maybe it wouldn’t be too humiliating to be associated with him after all. Even if it was considered protection. There was no way that he’d ever be as intimidating as Blake. The guy was willing anyway, so why not?
“..okay,” Lucas said finally. “I’ll point them out to you at dinner.”
They showered in silence for a while longer, until Blake broke the silence by saying, “You still look tense. Here.”
And before Lucas could protest, the man was behind him, massaging his shoulders. Lucas didn’t even have time to think of protesting. The moment those powerful, firm hands touched his shoulders, an odd sense of peace overwhelming again, and he found himself turning to putty in his cellmate’s hands, his eyes closed as he moaned with pleasure.
So enraptured was he that he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was getting an erection, or that other people in the shower were giving ‘thumbs up’ signs to Blake. They had seen this routine before. They knew what was soon to come.
“Wow...you’re pretty good,” Lucas admitted when Blake finally let go.
“I practice on my girlfriend back home,” Blake grinned. “And whoa, guess you were thinking of one of your girls too, weren’t ya?”
Lucas looked down at his own stiff mast and gasped with surprise. Then, noticing the sly grin Blake was giving him, quickly affirmed the theory. “Yeah, I had a girl. Used to massage me like you did. Sorry. Oh God this is so embarassing...”
“Don’t worry about it, m’boy,” Blake said, giving him another pat on the back.
“It’s only natural to get that when you think about your girl.”
“Yeah...” Lucas replied, his voice trailing off as he watched Blake walk away. His eyes trailed down to his cellmate’s ass, admiring it before it disappeared from view, at which point, he had to ask himself again, “What the hell is happening to me?”
-
“You and me boy,” Blake said that night as Lucas continued nursing his armpit with his tongue, “We’re gonna have such good times ahead of us. Well, you especially, when you have my man meat buried in you so deep you’ll swear I’m pumping my juice straight into your brain. There’s nothing being wrong with having someone’s cock there, after all, isn’t there? As long as it brings you happiness. Am I correct?”
Lucas, his mouth still too busy savoring Blake’s sweat didn’t bother answering. “Well of course I am. I’m always right,” Blake grinned, pressing his soon-to-be sex slave’s face harder in.
-
The first thing Lucas did the next morning was wish Blake ‘Happy Birthday’. No wait, that came after a few long, deep breaths with his face buried in Blake’s pillow, which oddly made his morning wood feel even more painfully hard.
“I’m sorry I can’t get you anything,” Lucas admitted.
“Don’t worry about it, m’boy,” Blake replied with a knowing grin. “You’ve already gotten me something.” And with that cryptic note, walked away towards the group he was assigned to that day, which, tragically, was again different from Lucas’ group.
The rest of the day was particularly miserable for Lucas. He did not see Blake at lunch at all, which made him all the more worried. A particularly scary group of men who had been teasing him since he got in were getting a bit more aggressive with touching him, whispering dark threats in his ear that made him feel like crawling into a hole and hiding. Or hiding behind Blake. Blake would know what to do.
Even during the sports and recreation session in the evening, he couldn’t find Blake at his usual spot near the basketball court. It was strange. And it was also scary. What if something had happened to him? Worse yet, what if he had decided Lucas was boring and not worth his attention?
Feeling decidedly worse than he did the day he arrived, Lucas marched into the showers alone. Or so he was, at first.
The same group of inmates who had been making threats to him all day came in, cornering him. And without a guard in sight, it looked like they were going to make good with their threats.
Lucas tried to fight them off, of course. You don’t get into the force without knowing some degree of self-defence. But ultimately, there were too many of them, and soon he found himself pinned against the wall by two other people while the apparent leader of the group started positioning himself.
And then, just as all seemed lost, Lucas felt the hands pinning him let go. Turning around, he saw Blake, standing there in all his glory like a warrior as with two men from the group on the floor behind him, doubled over in pain. Knowing better than to stick around, the rest of them fled.
It was a close call. And yet it had been the final straw altogether. Leaning against the wall, Lucas sank down, hugging his knees as tears began to form, washed away by the shower. “Fuck this, I’m not supposed to be here,” he complained to no one in particular. Rocking back and forth, he closed his eyes, sobbing the same words over and over.
Eventually Blake knelt down beside him, giving him a comforting smile, patting his shoulder softly. “There there,” he said in an almost fatherly manner. “You’re safe now.”
It was like a dam had broke inside. Lucas literally fell into Blake’s arms, crying with his face buried into Blake’s chest as the larger man cradled him in the shower.
Safe. For the first time ever since coming here, Lucas felt safe. Being encircled by those, warm, powerful arms of the best friend he’d ever had since Joe, everything felt alright with the world again. It was like when he was a kid. He got bullied a lot in the playground, until one of his friend started standing up for him. Without being asked. Lucas had never thanked that boy.
He wouldn’t do the same mistake.
“Thank you, Blake,” he sobbed. “Thank you.”
-
“Again, I’m sorry you had to save my ass back there,” Lucas said as he lay down on Blake’s bed, with Blake sitting at the foot of it. “And I’m even sorrier you had to see the waterworks. Man, now I REALLY wish I could get you something for your birthday.”
“Don’t worry, m’boy,” Blake grinned. “Like I said, you already did. Or well, you will be, shortly.”
“Wh..what did I get you?” Lucas asked.
“Why, this, of course,” Blake said, and, to Lucas’ horror, he reached out and cupped his left hand over Lucas’ groin, which stirred almost immediately in response. Literally rising up to meet his cellmate’s hand. “This, and all of you. Your body, and soul.”
Lucas recoiled almost instantly, retreating to the other side of the bed with a look of dread on his face. “Blake..wh..what are you talking about?”
And, as though the past ten seconds hadn’t happened, he just shrugged and said, “Eh. Nothing. Hey, I’m thinking of doing something different than pushups tonight. And I’m going to need your help to do it. Why don’t you lie down on the floor first, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“B..Blake..I..I think I’d better go to bed now. Some other time perhaps.” Visibly freaked, lying down on the floor was the last position he wanted to be in now. Quickly, he climbed up to his bed and lay down, hoping Blake wouldn’t pursue the matter.
Blake however, wasn’t about to give up. Putting two fingers in his armpit, he gathered as much sweat as he could before he stepped up, watching with amusement Lucas lay there with his eyes forced closed, before he put those two fingers dangerously close to Lucas’ nose.
“Wh..what are you...?” Lucas began, but the protest died as soon as he began sniffing.
“Yes...m’boy. Uncle Blake has been looking forward to this night for a long time, and there’s no way you’re backing out. Now come here and lie down on the floor,” he commanded, drawing his hand back, which prompted Lucas to instinctively rise up, desperately trying to get those fingers back.
Effortlessly, Blake picked up the half-spaced out cop, pulling him out of bed before laying him down on the floor, the helpless man’s erection poking hard against his orange prison pants.
“H..how are you...doing this to me?” Lucas asked, feeling strangely weak and compliant as Blake pulled down his pants, letting his erection bob free, pointing up like a flag pole.
“I didn’t, actually,” Blake admitted as he pulled down his own pants, letting his own, more impressive cock jut out proudly. “Joe did this to you. He always said he wanted a third man in the house, a slave for us to play around with. Didn’t think he’d be generous enough to make one and let me have it for the remainder of my time in prison though. And yet here you are. So utterly helpless. So utterly...mine.”
Lucas opened his mouth to again, protest. A thought may have formed to get up or roll out of the way, but everything seemed to get dwarfed out, the same way Blake’s massive figure blocked out the hallway lights from outside the cell as he descended, putting his hands on either side of Lucas’ head, in a position as though he were about to do pushups except that Lucas was directly beneath him, their faces almost touching as Blake’s more powerful breaths and penetrating gaze had Lucas transfixed there, beneath a man who he hadn’t thought much of when he had first entered this prison cell.
“The fact that you used to be a cop is making this all the more delicious,” Blake breathed. “Of course you had nothing to do with the drug bust that landed me here, but that doesn’t make this any less...special.”
“I...I used to be a cop?” Lucas repeated, as though hearing of such a notion only for the first time. It was hard to access any old memories at this point, the haze of lust was quickly descending on his brain, and with every passing second he seemed to feel himself sinking more and more into his cellmate’s beautiful, deep, commanding eyes. But how could he deserve to be here if he used to be a cop?
“Yes, boy, but it doesn’t really matter, anymore,” Blake said. “Because I’m going to fuck all of that out of your system. I’m going to finish with you what my lover Joe started when he first found you. Once I’m done here tonight you will be completely transformed into a new person. Doesn’t that sound nice?” As he said this, he caressed the side of Lucas’ face, a sensation the ex-cop savored, almost purring with delight as thoughts of servicing this behemoth above him filled his thoughts like water poured into an empty cup.
There was still some fight left in him, though, and it bubbled to the surface after a while, manifesting in a single, hesitant, word. “No,” he stammered as his eyes reflected a brief glimmer of realization as to what was at stake here.
“YES.” Blake insisted at once, accentuating his point by grinding his mighty cock down into his captive’s smaller one, a slow, but hard and domineering motion which had the boy’s protests stifled before he let that brief, electric moment of touch end as he raised his hips back again. Blake savored his impending triumph, watching as the ex-cop’s eyes now trailed down to the massive member that had pressed down against his so deliciously moments ago.
“Yes, take a good, long look. You’re getting a closer one, soon, but before that let’s count to ten one last time, shall we?” Blake smiled benevolently.
“One.” Blake began, pushing his hips down again, grinding harder, than the first time before again, withdrawing.
“Two.” He continued, again, pushing down as the ex-cop continued to moan beneath him, whimpering again when he withdrew.
By the time Blake reached the count of ‘five’, Lucas had already wrapped his hands around Blake’s hard back, raising his own hips to meet Blake’s between counts. Whatever doubt or worry in his eyes was now fading fast, forgotten in the face of this unexplainable pleasure he felt whenever he felt that massive member touch his.
After the count of ‘nine’, Blake leaned in and kissed his mouth in a dominating, soul-searing kiss, one that Lucas responded to almost too eagerly, welcoming this God into his mouth and performing this first act of fealty. Blake whispered the last number into Lucas’ ear. But in truth, he needn’t have bothered- the drooling, naked shell of a man beneath him was now completely his.
The moment Blake stopped touching him was the moment Lucas felt it. That hollow emptiness inside him that inexplicably yearned to be filled. He watched from his position on the floor as Blake got up and sat down on the bed, looking down on him with a triumphant grin, his massive cock standing tall and proud. From being overwhelmed by that sheer presence, he now felt its absence, and wanted more.
“Come closer, boy,” Blake said. And Lucas happily obeyed, getting up on his knees and moving closer to this man, his eyes fixed only on the man’s cock. Once he would have been afraid or repulsed by the sheer thought of being this close to it, he realized, as his own face started to hover closer and closer between Blake’s muscled, beautiful thighs. But as he took in a whiff of that aroma, that potent musk that was so deliciously male, it was only this man’s permission that now kept him from devouring it, licking it with all the voracity and devotion that it deserved. Some part of his brain was now resurfacing, reminding him that somehow he had been in this position before. He had been taught what to do, how to properly service a man..and not just from experience from having it being done to him by women. It was unexplainable. He had been straight up to this point, had he not?
Except when he thought about Joe, of course. He remembered vaguely how he used to fantasize about his best friend and beat off in the shower to thoughts of them naked, together, and how he’d feel guilty about it later
No longer. He would give himself to this man completely. And when he got out, he would pay Joe a visit too.
“Yes...you like that scent, don’t you?” Blake said. “I’ve seen the way you gaze at it adoringly while you licked my body before. It’s what you want the most, isn’t it? I see Joe has trained you well.”
“C..can I?” Lucas breathed desperately. Continuing to take in deep breaths.
“No.”
It was the most cruel word he had ever heard.
“Today I’m teaching you something else.”
Lucas looked up. Something else?
“According to Joe you’ve sucked him off before. Today I’m taking you one step further. Your ass is mine tonight, boy. Yessir. After God knows how many years of straight sex, of having bitches moaning and writhing beneath you, starting tonight, you’re going to be one. And once you’ve had a piece of this man meat here. You ain’t going back, boy. All those women...I’ve drawn out each of their names from you in your sleep- they don’t mean anything to you anymore. And do you know why,my boy?”
“Why?” Lucas asked dreamily.
“Because you’ve never been man enough. You never knew the meaning of it. Now you’ll find out. And you’ll find out why people like you were created to serve people like me. Why you should serve and adore us as you rightly should.”
“Yes...” Lucas agreed. But something didn’t feel right. It wasn’t enough.
“...Master.” He added breathlessly, tasting the word on the tip of his tongue. Yes. That felt better.
“Now enough talk, m’boy.” Blake grinned. “And get up here.”
And before Lucas knew what was going on, the larger man had scooped him up off the floor, and wrapped him in a tight embrace, their lips locking together furiously again and their warm bodies pressed deliciously against each other. As Blake moved them so that Lucas was now lying beneath him on the bed, the ex-cop savored the feeling of that warm, hairy chest touching his own. He savored the scent of the man’s sweat around him. His powerful arms locked around him making him feel safe again. He belonged here.
As the kiss ended, Blake drew back and moved between Lucas’ thighs, raising them so that his glorious cock was positioned at Lucas’ entrance. “No preparation for you, boy,” Blake said huskily. “But because you love me so much, it won’t matter.”
‘Love’, Lucas thought. That was it. He loved this man. And as Blake thrust in the first time, slowly, inching that blazing piece of warmth down where he had never been touched before, he knew it to be true. As much as it hurt, some part of his mind told him that it was inconsequential. This behemoth, this God among men was blessing him. Saving him from a life of heterosexual delusion. And his happiness was all that mattered. He saw the beads of sweat forming on the man’s neck, from where he lay, and all he could think about was licking it clean when they were done. Yes. He would lick it all clean. He would drink up every last drop his God had to offer.
“You belong to me now,” Blake growled as he began pumping his glorious shaft within Lucas’ tender regions with the ferocity of an animal. Lucas responded in kind, moving his hips in time with Lucas’ thrusts. And for all the pain that course through his body, he might have reached nirvana, judging by the look of pure bliss on his face. All his life he had wanted to belong to a muscle god like Blake. He’d denied it and tried to hide it, but no longer. He drank up every sensation that assaulted his senses, the sound of his master’s grunts music to his ears.
Even when he came first, shooting his load all over his master’s stomach, the pleasure didn’t end as his master continued ploughing him. He wanted more. More.
And more he received. For despite having the power to manipulate men the way he did, Blake had been saving himself for this ‘gift’ of his from his lover. And now that he had it, he would use it to the fullest. Lucas came again a second time mere seconds before Blake gave him what he had been truly waiting for- the unrivalled feeling of having warm cum pumped into his ass, the final mark that proved that there was no going back now. Lucas, the man who used to be a straight, no-nonsense cop was now Blake’s devoted sex slave.
When Blake pulled out of Lucas, a look of satisfaction on his face, he asked, “Do you want to sleep in your bunk,slave?”
And Lucas thought about it. For only a second. The bunk smelled like his master, sure, thanks to that glorious sweaty body having laid in there for the past two nights. But why bother? Now that he was hooked up to the source?
“I would like to sleep with you, master,” Lucas admitted. “If you’ll have me.”
“Why of course I’ll have you, boy,” Blake responded, wrapping his slave in a tight embrace as they lay back down into bed together, with Lucas’ face pressed lovingly into his master’s hairy chest. And this was how they fell asleep, with Lucas feeling warmer and safer than he’d ever been in his entire life.
“If you thought this was good, kid, just wait till we get out,” Blake murmured softly, stroking the boy’s hair lovingly as the boy drifted off. “You’ll have not one, but two muscle gods to serve. Joe is going to regret not having his way with you completely before sending you here...”
END