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  Prison Boy Toy

  Copyright©2010 Cain Berlinger

  ISBN 978-1-60054-587-0

  His and His Kisses Edition

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  Prison Boy Toy

  By

  Cain Berlinger

  Hard core prisoner, Yosef has decided to make Jaime his reluctant, yet personal slave. It becomes a power play from beginning to end, and there can only be one winner. How will the loser know when he has lost?

  Prison Boy Toy

  “Ten years!” The judge slammed down his gavel and Jaime buried his face in his hands. Even in North Africa being black was no protection from stringent drug laws against smuggling. His public defender of a lawyer had been all but useless and his parents, black professionals in Los Angeles could offer him no help. The handcuffs were tight on his wrists as he was loaded into the truck with other criminals who faced more serious time than he did. Rapists, killers, drug dealers and pedophiles, to the Moroccan government they were all the same. Crying now would only make his life harder.

  Situated right in the center of a small Moroccan town of less than twenty thousand people, stood Sidi Ifni Prison. Three hundred and fifty of those citizens were residents of the Sidi Ifni prison. Built in the middle seventeen hundreds, the stone structure managed to preserve all those years with a minimum of modern technology. Even the toilet facilities were old wooden contraptions that broke down often and suffered the indignity of continued abuse and makeshift repair.

  Unlike its American counterparts, the prison was not overcrowded. Despite its medieval comforts, the men moved freely throughout its maze-like structure with only the occasional presence of an armed guard to remind them that they were under constant surveillance should they ever think of trying to escape or get into any other kind of trouble.

  Sidi Ifni had seen its fair share of prison disputes end in murder and the walls had borne witness to countless unreported rapes. Youthful pickpockets shared the dormitories with hardened killers and American smugglers whose luck had run out.

  The infrequent visitors coupled with guard corruption kept the Sidi Ifni a separate animal society sealed off from the outside world allowing only sanctioned contraband and the occasional whore for those who didn't always fancy the tight assed young boys who were unfortunate enough to land inside the stone walls.

  The only law was that of corrupt guards and seasoned long term prisoners whose muscles were their weapons. It was through these gates that the guards escorted Jamie Frame; one more convicted American smuggler who couldn’t resist the succulent aroma of easy hash sales back home.

  The two guards marched him triumphantly through the enclosed courtyard toward the dorm that Jamie would be sharing for the next ten years. Several men played soccer in the courtyard, only momentarily glancing his way. Others sat around picnic tables and laughed with each other. Some of the men held hands and rubbed each other’s bodies casually. They had grown used to a life without women, and they used each other casually with, or more often without affection.

  Yosef sat on the ground, with his knees up and his legs spread apart as he threw stones at no one in particular. His shirt lay balled up in a corner near him. The hot Moroccan sun made his dirty, sweaty, hairy body glisten. He was a fairly large man with a hard pot belly, the rest of him was muscular, and with dark complexion and permanent five o’clock shadow he was the stereotype of a Moroccan gangster. His chest of dark curly hair trailed down his stomach and disappeared into his pants, surrounding his thick manhood with a dense forest of foul-smelling curls and a foreskin rarely washed. While thick black hair clung to his forehead, his dark eyes narrowed as he took personal inventory of the new man. He licked his thick, full lips and brushed a fly from his mustache.

  "Another fucking American pig!" He murmured to no one in particular as he scratched at his balls. He brought himself to his feet and watched Jaime’s tight-muscled ass as it disappeared into the shadows. Better to check with the head guard, Mohammed who would give him all the information he needed on the new man. Yosef didn’t wanna ever fuck with the wrong dude. He rubbed his cock until it began to show signs of life. Prison information always had its price, and Mohammed's price always included some savage fucking.

  Yosef lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening for the snores of his bunkmates signaling deep sleep. He swung casually out of his bed and sprinted quietly through the long dormitory hall; darkness was his cloak and the guards had long since retired to their quarters for their usual night of gambling, drinking, and fucking. No one was going to disturb him.

  Jamie lay awake listening to unfamiliar night sounds. Tears rolled down his cheek as he realized this night would be the beginning of many, many more. He tossed and turned until finally a restless sleep overtook him. He woke in surprise as a hand clamped over his mouth, stifling Jamie's exclamation of surprise. His frightened eyes looked up into a face, partially covered by the night shadows. Dark black eyes glared menacingly at him and the stench of tobacco breath assaulted his nostrils. The hand pressed over Jamie’s mouth while the guy straddled his chest, his slightly larger bulk pinning the boy beneath him.

  He spoke rapidly in a raspy whisper. "Let’s get right to the point faggot! They tell me you’re queer! The guards tell me that your one beautifully tight assed American bad-luck smuggler! You'll wanna be my friend here boy and you'll tell me the truth because if you don't I'm gonna break your pretty black ass in two!" The fierce voice was only slightly above a whisper but Jamie heard him loud and clear. Spittle sprayed from his mouth into Jaime’s terrified face.

  ”Shake your bloody head if you can’t talk. But tell me the truth. Are you a faggot? Not that it’s going to make a difference. All the new booty in here belongs to me.” Jamie nodded, afraid the man would carry out his threat if he did indeed attempt to lie. His assailant pulled back and slapped Jamie hard across the face. Jamie covered his face in fear and terror, mistaking the passion he saw in those eyes for something more dangerous.

  "Ha, I thought all black Americans were tough gangsters! You’re just a pussy boy and you know what we do with pussy around here? Get out 'a the bed, queer. I want you to meet me in the showers. Do it now and be extremely quiet. Because if you don’t...." He left the threat unfinished as he leapt off the bed and turned down the corridor.

  Tears of anger and frustration rolled down his cheek as Jamie climbed out of bed, rubbing his sore cheek. Jaime wasn’t the ordinary black thug but a college grad, a teacher of languages. Academia had weakened him, otherwise he never would have made such a stupid mistake. Jaime climbed out of bed still in his underwear as he walked down the corridor toward the showers, not knowing what to expect.

  The showers were part of the large bath and toilet facility decorated by time and neglect with peeling plaster and rusted pipes. Cobwebs accented walls brown with age and dirt and the occasional turd flung there in hapless revolt. The stench was almost unbearable. The plumbing was years old and
in desperate need of repair. Stifling his urge to vomit and flee Jamie stood in the doorway of the tiled showers looking. He saw the man standing against the yellow tiled wall in front of the open door. The guy rubbed his hands over his impressive and nearly naked body, caressing his balls and fondling his horse cock through his boxer briefs.

  "Come in, you little American faggot, and pull the curtains behind you!"

  Yosef whispered roughly, the acoustics of the tiled room carrying his voice, turning it into an eerie echo. His lust was fired by the appearance of the young athletically built American. Yosef liked Jaime’s coffee colored skin and the little curly black hairs that covered his body. He also appreciated Jaime’s dark good looks and his long slender neck. Yosef’s hands held a similar neck in his grasp once. He had squeezed the neck of a young hustler while his cock pummeled the boy's throat. He sometimes regretted the results of his passion but still savored the memory of climax and the young hustler’s accidental death.

  Jamie walked in slowly and turned to pull the drapes behind him. The hairs stood on the back of his neck, warning that it would not be a good idea to be in here. Yet despite the circumstances, he found the dangerous air of the man an irresistible draw.

  "You’re taking too damned long to get to me boy!" Yosef strode angrily across the floor. Pushing Jamie aside, he yanked the remainder of the curtains closed and turned to grab the young man by the throat!

  "I got to you first so that makes you my pussy boy now! All the scum in this place will want your ass and it’s me you belong to. I am Yosef. Your ass is mine. Your mouth is mine. I held a neck like yours before, but it did not feel as delicious as your fear does to me at this moment." He pushed Jamie to the floor. Placing his hands on his hips, he threw back his head in laughter.

  The maniacal laughter frightened and excited Jamie. The insane madness of this incredible looking Moroccan seemed to have gotten the better of him as he made no secret of his presence in the showers. If the guards wanted to find him they could tell where he could be found.

  Yosef reached down and lifted Jamie effortlessly from the floor then tossed him roughly against the wall. Stunned, Jamie raised his arms to fend off any attack, only to have Yosef slap him again. Yosef’s biceps bulged and his cock stood out hard and defiant through the fly opening of his boxer shorts. Aroused by Jamie’s apparent fear, he began slapping him over and over until Jamie’s ears rang and his nose began to fill with blood. Tears streamed down Jamie’s face; he didn’t know how to protect himself against such an animal. He stumbled backward and fell onto the tiles.

  "Get up and fight like a man. Or maybe that’s not what your type of man does!" Yosef grabbed a handful of Jamie’s thick black hair and half dragged and pushed him into the adjoining room of toilets. The stench of the toilets assailed Jamie’s nostrils. They reeked of the stale piss of hundreds of inmates. Despite his fear and Yosef’s intimidation, Jamie felt the blood rush through his cock. The smell of the piss of so many hot and hardened criminals fueled his fantasies and did indeed make his cock hard. Yosef noticed Jaime’s arousal, reached over him and ripped Jaime’s underwear off, tearing the flimsy material from his body. Naked and exposed Jaime trembled from fear and embarrassment, vulnerable yet excited.

  Jaime had no desire to be raped, the thought made him tremble with fear, but the sight of Yosef’s big, dark, hard man-muscle made him ambitious and he was hungry to continue. He wanted to touch the man’s cock, despite the rank smell that emanated from under the hanging foreskin. Now within arm’s reach, he dared not touch it without permission.

  "I know you want this. I bet you are now thinking about my big cock up your ass, aren’t you? You can tell me, I’m your friend...faggot!" Yosef hurled back and kicked Jamie in his hard belly as he curled into a ball, hoping to protect himself from further abuse.

  "Get over here, you little pussy. I got a big thick dick that needs your mouth on it. Don’t tell me this ain't what you wanna do, ‘cause I know better." Yosef covered his dark meat with spit and stroked the uncut member until it was steel hard and blood red. He pulled Jamie’s face close to it and slapped the saliva-covered prick across the frightened man’s face.

  "You know what you gotta do, don’t you? So do it, faggot! Wrap them nigga lips roun’ my big tool’!" Jamie closed his eyes and held his breath against the raunchy smell of Yosef’s cock. As soon as the swollen shaft entered his mouth, he bathed it with his tongue and swallowed hard the rank cheese surrounding Yosef’s unwashed cock. He relaxed his throat as Yosef roughly forced his cock into his throat. Grabbing Jamie’s head between his large callused hands, he pulled Jaime’s face from his cock and pissed a geyser of bright yellow urine into the kneeling man’s face.

  Jamie struggled against his surprise and grabbed onto Yosef’s butt to steady himself against the watery assault. He gasped and sputtered, yet clung tenaciously to the clenched, muscled buttocks of the murderous inmate. The foul taste of Yosef’s piss lingered on Jaime’s tongue as it rolled down his throat. The vile taste dripped out the corners of his mouth as the man drew back and a renewed stream saturated Jamie’s hair and glistened against his chest. When the watery flow dwindled to a few drops, Jamie bowed his head and held tightly to Yosef’s thick, muscled thighs, his face rubbing against the dirt that ran down Yosef’s legs.

  "How’s that for a piss bath, faggot? Looks like you got a little joy juice on your precious body. Got a punch to it, ya think? Think I oughta bottle it for you in case you wake up with a real thirst?" Yosef growled deep in his throat as the palms of his hands kneaded the back of Jamie’s neck.

  "You little fuck, look at the fucking hard-on you got! They were right: you are one sick pig! Lay down on the floor in my piss; I got something else for you!" Yosef pried Jamie’s arms from around his legs and pushed him backwards until Jamie’s head hit against the wooden floor.

  Yosef turned his back to Jamie slowly and bent over slightly. His hard-muscled ass barely shook with excitement as he rubbed his hands up and down his hair filled, rank smelling crack.

  "Sorry I didn’t let you suck my cock longer, but maybe you wanna eat my ass now. What do you say, Jamie-boy, faggot? Ya wanna eat my ass? I gotta a pretty asshole that’s virgin, ain’t never had no man’s tongue up there. This month! You’ll be the first!"

  Jamie struggled to rise from the floor and crawled over to Yosef on his knees. Yosef spread his cheeks with both hands exposing his hole, almost obscured by the dark hairs that traveled from his asshole and curled over the top of his thighs, traveling down the sinewy muscles of his calves. He swayed from side to side and Jamie listened for the soft-bellied growl that came from Yosef’s gut. The dark smell of his ass no longer repulsed Jamie and he eagerly leaned his face into the dark and inviting shadow until Yosef’s ass cheeks caressed his face. The taste of Yosef’s butt hole excited him as his tongue went deep into the hot interior of Yosef’s ass.

  "Ohhh, yes, American boy, you do have talent. You better get your tongue so far up my ass you can lick my heart. And if you move away without my permission, I’m gonna have your ass for breakfast! Yosef grasped his ankles as Jamie clutched Yosef's thighs and dug in deeper. Both men’s cocks were hard and excited and, through the violence and anger, they had both begun to give in to the desire and passion that only two men in their position could understand. Pre-cum oozed from both cocks.

  Jamie felt Yosef's asshole opening into a spiral, relaxing, tensing, and then opening again. Jamie feared what was to follow, that a soft brown turd would ease from Yosef’s ass and onto his lips.

  "You move and you’re dead!" Yosef beat his cock hard while uttering the venomous threat. Jamie shook with revulsion.

  "One of these days you’re gonna beg to rub my shit over your body. My shit’s gonna become your badge of honor. You’re a little shit; you shouldn’t have a problem with that! Right now, you can help yourself to whatever’s around. Get down there and get smearing." Yosef stood up and turned around to face Jamie. He dropped to one knee and twisted the
loosely hanging foreskin across the top of his bulbous cockhead watching Jamie gather up the mess and rub the offensive waste over his chest and stomach.

  With both hands, Jaime smeared muck from the floor over his cock and blushed with shame as his dick responded to the new sensations. He panicked, afraid he would shoot his whole load over Yosef and further incur the Moroccan’s wrath.

  As his cock throbbed, Jamie shuddered with the realization that Yosef no longer appeared angry with him, but was studying him now with a kind of amusement. He realized at the same time that he liked what he was doing. He liked it! He began to feel free and unashamed; he had wallowed in this man’s dominance and he had fought it, lost, and now he liked it!

  "You know what’s happening now, don’t you? I’m getting a hot load in my nuts and guess who’s gonna get it?" Even as Yosef spoke, his cock throbbed excitedly and blasted thick streams of milky-white cum over Jamie’s face and chest. Jamie lapped hungrily at it, no longer afraid to express his desire for Yosef, forgetting the humiliation he had experienced. As the hot cum dripped over his chin, his cock shuddered until it spit out its own juices in ribbons of pearly semen. Jamie groaned and his body convulsed sporadically as the two hot loads dripped over his filth-covered body.

  "Yes, little American pig, I can see where we are going to be in the next ten years! By Allah, you’re disgusting! Clean yourself up and get your sorry ass to bed. You’re my personal slave now. May your god help you if you should ever forget that!"

  He looked at Jamie one last time with a mixture of interest and contempt before he turned to leave.

  Slowly, Jamie got off the floor and walked into the showers. Tears cascaded down his handsome face as the ice cold of the shower cleaned and helped numb him to the pain of his suffered humiliation, and the shock of his new awareness.