Smugg-a-lin' Baby

Mark put out his hand.

"Um, there's a problem-"

Mark's shoulders slumped. "What?"

"The guard-"

"Yeah?"

"It wasn't Swallow-"

"It wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be Lickies-"

"Oh-"

"Oh nothing. Where is it?"

"I...I swallowed it-"

"What the fuck did you do that for, you little piece of shit?"

Jack's eyes welled, the tears glinting with the lone light of the cell overhead. He placed one chubby hand over his chest. "I'm sorry, Mark, I thought Swallow was supposed to be there, and when I saw Lickies, I panicked and just...swallowed all of it-"

Mark snorted a few heavy breaths through his nostrils. "Well, fucking throw it up then-"

"I, I can't-"

"Jesus Christ, dude, you're fucked-" Mark's breathing began to slow and he unzipped his pants, pushed them to his ankles, and sat on the toilet. With a grunt that was audible only to himself, he forced out the turd that had been tickling his rectum all morning.

"Do I still get to suck it?" said Jack.

Mark wiped quickly, then stood up and pulled up his pants. "No, bitch, you get to eat it-" And he braided his wiry fingers through the wet, matted hair on the back of Jack's head, and with more strength than he needed, slammed the man's face into the stainless steel oval that contained his sleek turd. "Fucking eat it, bitch. And throw my shit fucking up!"

He straddled Jack's massive back and pushed down with both hands until the toes of the man's scuffed shoes stopped tap-dancing behind him. He pulled Jack's head out of the toilet and looked at his wet, gasping, browned face. "You're fucking disgusting, dude. Now, where's my shit? Did you get it out?"

Jack barely shook his head. So Mark grabbed him around the waist as best he could and dragged him to the lower bunk, on which rested the man's upper body. With a forceful tug, he ripped Jack's pants from him, then tore them into pieces, which he stuffed in the man's whimpering mouth. He grabbed the shampoo bottle from the table and squeezed every last drop of it into the crack of Jack's red-haired, pimpled ass. "There's only one way to do this," he said as he coated his hand with a few dollops of the shampoo. "Send a fucking pedo to do a man's job and...shit happens."

And he plopped one bony finger into Jack's asshole. Then another. And another. And then the fourth. And twisted them until the knuckles of his hand were flush with Jack's anus. He slipped his thumb inside his palm. Then punched his fist into the man's rectum to his wrist, Jack's head rearing up, his screams muted by the cotton of his pants. Mark slapped him on the back of his head with his free hand, then pushed his face into the mattress as he clawed his hand through Jack's rectum, giving it small punches here and there to get past sticking points on his forearm, gobs of shit licking at his arm hairs, his fingers searching with all their dexterity for antyhing that didn't feel like a turd or tissue. Until finally his elbow slipped through Jack's anus and his middle finger detected a mass unlike anything else it had encountered. He grabbed at it quickly and pulled his hand back as fast as he could, a flood of feces, blood, shampoo, and what must have been rectum falling in a pool between Jack's knees, just under his gaping, murdered hole.

"Got it!" Mark giggled. He pulled Jack's head up and turned him over, wiping his hand and forearm on Jack's face. Then he made his way to the sink and washed up, soaping his arms to the shoulders, his semi-erection shrinking further. After he dried off, he made his way back over to the bunk and sat down, draping the towel over Jack's barely breathing face. "Clean yourself up, you sick fuck. You smell like shit."