Mark nodded to Officer Lickies as they passed each other and entered the freezer, snapping the door shut behind him. He looked to Donte, then to Delonte, then to the man they held naked and shivering between them. Two steps and he was over Jack's kneeling form, looking down into his watering eyes and chattering teeth.
"Vengeance is mine-"
"What did I do?"
"You lied to me-"
"About what?"
"About what you're in here for-"
"I told you the truth-"
Mark flicked his wrist to his left, then made his way to his right, to the cutlery rack, as Donte and Delonte heaved the fat man onto the stainless steel table. Selecting his favorite filet knife, which he had honed to an imperceptible razor sharpness the day before, he began to giggle as he approached the mottled body sprawled out before him on the same table on which he was used to cutting vegetables and fruits every afternoon. He placed the tip of the knife at the top of Jack's sternum-
"Okay, okay, I did it. I'm sorry. I fucked him, that little kid-"
"Too late, you fucking pig-" And Mark grabbed a frozen apple from the bin overhead, sliced it in two with a twist of his wrist, and shoved one half into Jack's resisting mouth until the man's choking subsided and it disappeared into his chubby cheeks. The other half he gave to Donte, who casually took a bite.
Without another thought, he traced a careful line from Jack's neck to his orange pubic hair with the knife, the subcutaneous fat no hindrance, his eyes widening as he watched the writhing torso open itself up in a smooth trail of congealing blood, a river freezing before it had a chance to flow. Then he re-traced the rivulet, pressing harder, Jack's muffled moans rhythmic and calming him further as he reached inside the man's belly and inched his fingers up to the man's driving heart, the incision around his wrist tight and hot like a virgin cunt around a swollen cock.
"I think I've got a boner," said Mark, as he squeezed the heart until his thumb and fingers met in a warm lake of goo, Jack's body rising for a brief second, then slamming lifeless onto the table, bits of apple spilling from between his lips with his last pants. "He's done."
Mark removed his hand and wiped it on Jack's hairy, bloated belly. Then set about taking him apart, piece by piece, sliver by sliver, with the assortment of knives, saws, and cleavers on the rack behind. As he removed each part, dictating his actions to his friends like a surgeon, he gave it to Donte, who put it through the industrial, motorized meat grinder over and over, bone, cartilage, tendon, muscle, and organ a mish mash of powdery, fleshy Play-doh.
As they finished up - wiping and disinfecting the table and tools, forming perfect circular patties with their uncovered palms - the freezer door popped open. Ned Bongo, the short, bald, humorless Italian who ran the kitchen - and was serving consecutive life sentences for eating his two children in church - entered and looked from Mark to the pan of meat patties with his bulging eyes.
"Very good," said Ed, nodding. "The barbecue tomorrow is going to be a runaway success!"
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Typical
7:30am - Wake Up
7:31am - Think about Danny
7:45am - Brush teeth, shit, wipe 100 times (or more)
8:00am - Breakfast (2 scrambled eggs, 1 slice scrapple, 1 pancake, 1 cup orange juice)
8:30am - Read, Write
10:00am - Kitchen duty (for lunch)
10:15am - Prepare trays of processed chicken, turkey, beef slices (remove from refrigerator and place in oven at 350 degrees Fahrenheit)
10:45am - Prepare fruit and vegetable cups (remove from freezer and place in refrigerator to thaw)
11:15am - Prepare dessert (remove from refrigerator and arrange in pans on buffet)
11:45am - Go to freezer and jerk off in fruit juice concentrate
12:00 Noon - Prepare fruit juice (from concentrate)
12:30pm - Serve first round of lunches
1:00pm - Serve second round of lunches
1:30pm - Serve third round of lunches
1:45pm - Go to freezer and jerk off into fruit and vegetable cups, set aside for Devin Licebringer and his friend Moe Jury on fourth round
2:00pm - Serve fourth round of lunches, eat lunch
2:30pm - Clean up (wash and dry trays, pans, cups, and put back in proper place)
3:00pm - Two hours in the yard (hang out with Donte and Delonte, sell and smoke drugs, threaten other inmates, make plans with Officer Lickies, who's always talking to Donte and Delonte, and Officer Swallow)
5:00pm - Showers (jerk off or get/give head or fuck somebody or get fucked by somebody, eat cum)
5:30pm - Nap
6:30pm - Dinner (2 slices processed chicken, 1 cup fruit and vegetables, 1 cup fruit juice)
7:00pm - Go to Janitor's Closet with Officer Swallow
7:30pm - Read, write
9:00pm - Lights out
9:01pm - Jerk off, eat the cum
9:29pm - Think about Danny
9:30pm - Sleep
7:31am - Think about Danny
7:45am - Brush teeth, shit, wipe 100 times (or more)
8:00am - Breakfast (2 scrambled eggs, 1 slice scrapple, 1 pancake, 1 cup orange juice)
8:30am - Read, Write
10:00am - Kitchen duty (for lunch)
10:15am - Prepare trays of processed chicken, turkey, beef slices (remove from refrigerator and place in oven at 350 degrees Fahrenheit)
10:45am - Prepare fruit and vegetable cups (remove from freezer and place in refrigerator to thaw)
11:15am - Prepare dessert (remove from refrigerator and arrange in pans on buffet)
11:45am - Go to freezer and jerk off in fruit juice concentrate
12:00 Noon - Prepare fruit juice (from concentrate)
12:30pm - Serve first round of lunches
1:00pm - Serve second round of lunches
1:30pm - Serve third round of lunches
1:45pm - Go to freezer and jerk off into fruit and vegetable cups, set aside for Devin Licebringer and his friend Moe Jury on fourth round
2:00pm - Serve fourth round of lunches, eat lunch
2:30pm - Clean up (wash and dry trays, pans, cups, and put back in proper place)
3:00pm - Two hours in the yard (hang out with Donte and Delonte, sell and smoke drugs, threaten other inmates, make plans with Officer Lickies, who's always talking to Donte and Delonte, and Officer Swallow)
5:00pm - Showers (jerk off or get/give head or fuck somebody or get fucked by somebody, eat cum)
5:30pm - Nap
6:30pm - Dinner (2 slices processed chicken, 1 cup fruit and vegetables, 1 cup fruit juice)
7:00pm - Go to Janitor's Closet with Officer Swallow
7:30pm - Read, write
9:00pm - Lights out
9:01pm - Jerk off, eat the cum
9:29pm - Think about Danny
9:30pm - Sleep
Monday, August 18, 2008
Swallow
"314!"
The steel door slides open crickety crack, and Officer Carol Swallow steps in, boots clickety clack. Uniform the same brown and yellow of all the other guards but narrow at the waist and wide at the hips. Cuffs biting on his slender, scarred wrists as she hooks them to a chain around his waist. Then down to one knee, incarcerating his ankles, her face at his crotch.
A tug and he follows her, hooting in his ears from his fellow inmates, all wrongly convicted, all right where they belong. Passes by Donte and Delonte and Officer Lickies outside, nods to his colleague and to her charge, his feet scraping along the gunmetal gray paint of the concrete floor. Then down another row of catcalls, then another. Through a door heavier than both of them. A right, then a left, encroaching darkness, a slim wooden door marked 'Janitor', inside a closet of dirt and chemicals.
His arms burn, his cock swells when another set of cuffs hooks him to a pipe overhead, rust sprinkling the spikes of his hair. Her hands at his waist, her face almost cute enough to be a boy's or a model's in his crotch, biting at his hard-on through the gray cotton, teeth raking zipper teeth. Until she frees it. And takes all of him, cock, balls, in a gulp, her mouth like an inside-out sweaty sock, smooth, soaked.
Her thick tongue around his taut veins, a sponge of blood, then a vacuum twirling stronger his balls sucked through his urethra, the sweat under his arms trailing trails down his torso, coagulating a diagonal in the triangle of soft hair squashed against her nose. His hips tighten, pump, he releases in squirts at the back of her throat. And might fall down the hole behind the last drops if she doesn't stop slurping-
Zipped up. Uncuffed. Dragged back. The steel rods re-form in front of him, panting, smiling on his back in his lonely bunk, her mother's form nothing but a trace of shadow. It was better than the last time.
"314!"
The steel door slides open crickety crack, and Officer Carol Swallow steps in, boots clickety clack. Uniform the same brown and yellow of all the other guards but narrow at the waist and wide at the hips. Cuffs biting on his slender, scarred wrists as she hooks them to a chain around his waist. Then down to one knee, incarcerating his ankles, her face at his crotch.
A tug and he follows her, hooting in his ears from his fellow inmates, all wrongly convicted, all right where they belong. Passes by Donte and Delonte and Officer Lickies outside, nods to his colleague and to her charge, his feet scraping along the gunmetal gray paint of the concrete floor. Then down another row of catcalls, then another. Through a door heavier than both of them. A right, then a left, encroaching darkness, a slim wooden door marked 'Janitor', inside a closet of dirt and chemicals.
His arms burn, his cock swells when another set of cuffs hooks him to a pipe overhead, rust sprinkling the spikes of his hair. Her hands at his waist, her face almost cute enough to be a boy's or a model's in his crotch, biting at his hard-on through the gray cotton, teeth raking zipper teeth. Until she frees it. And takes all of him, cock, balls, in a gulp, her mouth like an inside-out sweaty sock, smooth, soaked.
Her thick tongue around his taut veins, a sponge of blood, then a vacuum twirling stronger his balls sucked through his urethra, the sweat under his arms trailing trails down his torso, coagulating a diagonal in the triangle of soft hair squashed against her nose. His hips tighten, pump, he releases in squirts at the back of her throat. And might fall down the hole behind the last drops if she doesn't stop slurping-
Zipped up. Uncuffed. Dragged back. The steel rods re-form in front of him, panting, smiling on his back in his lonely bunk, her mother's form nothing but a trace of shadow. It was better than the last time.
"314!"
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
It's Raining...Huh?
Half the cock hung over his hand, stiffening as the dots of water darted it. "I should make you suck this big motherfucker now. You're lucky Lickies is over there, you little shit." Devin nodded to the guard standing at the entrance to the showers.
"Um, it isn't that big-"
"Bigger than that little mushroom cap of yours-"
"And Lickies doesn't have to be here-" Mark looked over his shoulder, the blazing shower pelting into his back like so many pins, and nodded at Officer Lickies. The guard nodded back and stepped out into the hallway. Mark turned back to Devin and nodded beyond the man's greasy head, "Now there're some dicks-"
Mark caught Devin's twisting body in his arms, the man's goateed jaw dislocated instantly from Donte's giant fist, and slammed him bleeding into the slimy, tiled floor. Scooting Devin's head against the wall with his left shin, he reared back with the other leg and cracked the heel of his right foot into side of the unconscious man's skull. Then kicked again. And again. And again. Until Donte and Delonte grabbed him.
"All right, man, you got him, don't kill him yet," said Delonte, as he grabbed Devin's ankles, twirled the man around onto his back, pushed his legs back until his knees were at his shoulders, then entered his soaped-up cock into the relaxed pink pucker of asshole. "Now, this is how it's done," he laughed, his coal-black buttocks clenching and unclenching as he plunged in and out several times until his body shuddered, his cock buried to the base.
As Delonte pulled out, his cock shrinking, dripping thick strings of cum, Donte fell to his knees, centered his cock between Devin's buttocks and lunged forward. At which Mark's knees hit the floor on each side of the man's head as he crooked his neck up and shoved his dick into the gaping, bloody mouth, pumping furiously, his scrotum stretched tight over the gasping nostrils. The stinging water drops shooting onto his shoulders lessened in their harshness and washed over him like a caress from Danny-
His perineum tightened and he thrusted harder. "I'm coming," he said.
"Me too," said Donte.
"Pump him full of AIDS-"
"You got AIDS?"
"I don't know," Mark shrugged. "I guess-"
Donte pulled out and rolled onto his side, laughing. Delonte jumped on top of him, slapping his back and matching him guffaw for guffaw. Slowly, Mark's snot-filled chortles grew into calm, steady breaths and a widening smile as he watched Devin's chest heave slower and slower until it stopped. He pulled his dick from his mouth and stood up. Then aimed the shower head directly at Devin's shrunken, useless cock and wound the hot water knob until steam filled the room and no one could see the pink water curling down the lone drain in the center of the floor.
"Um, it isn't that big-"
"Bigger than that little mushroom cap of yours-"
"And Lickies doesn't have to be here-" Mark looked over his shoulder, the blazing shower pelting into his back like so many pins, and nodded at Officer Lickies. The guard nodded back and stepped out into the hallway. Mark turned back to Devin and nodded beyond the man's greasy head, "Now there're some dicks-"
Mark caught Devin's twisting body in his arms, the man's goateed jaw dislocated instantly from Donte's giant fist, and slammed him bleeding into the slimy, tiled floor. Scooting Devin's head against the wall with his left shin, he reared back with the other leg and cracked the heel of his right foot into side of the unconscious man's skull. Then kicked again. And again. And again. Until Donte and Delonte grabbed him.
"All right, man, you got him, don't kill him yet," said Delonte, as he grabbed Devin's ankles, twirled the man around onto his back, pushed his legs back until his knees were at his shoulders, then entered his soaped-up cock into the relaxed pink pucker of asshole. "Now, this is how it's done," he laughed, his coal-black buttocks clenching and unclenching as he plunged in and out several times until his body shuddered, his cock buried to the base.
As Delonte pulled out, his cock shrinking, dripping thick strings of cum, Donte fell to his knees, centered his cock between Devin's buttocks and lunged forward. At which Mark's knees hit the floor on each side of the man's head as he crooked his neck up and shoved his dick into the gaping, bloody mouth, pumping furiously, his scrotum stretched tight over the gasping nostrils. The stinging water drops shooting onto his shoulders lessened in their harshness and washed over him like a caress from Danny-
His perineum tightened and he thrusted harder. "I'm coming," he said.
"Me too," said Donte.
"Pump him full of AIDS-"
"You got AIDS?"
"I don't know," Mark shrugged. "I guess-"
Donte pulled out and rolled onto his side, laughing. Delonte jumped on top of him, slapping his back and matching him guffaw for guffaw. Slowly, Mark's snot-filled chortles grew into calm, steady breaths and a widening smile as he watched Devin's chest heave slower and slower until it stopped. He pulled his dick from his mouth and stood up. Then aimed the shower head directly at Devin's shrunken, useless cock and wound the hot water knob until steam filled the room and no one could see the pink water curling down the lone drain in the center of the floor.
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