Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Tennessee Justice System By Nathan Harvey As far back as people can remember they were saying little Gary Saven was headed for trouble. Now in a town of less than three hundred, everyone knew me; they called me a bully even in Kindergarten. When I was punished I would give them that innocent blue eyes look of wonder and swear on the bible that I didn’t do it. It was my charm or the threat of beating up my victims that kept me out of trouble most of my young years. As I got older and in High School, now neither my charm nor my fists could save me. It was the lead gossip in the town about who I was porking. More than one of my ‘girl friends’ had to made a quick trip to the city for reasons of ‘health.’ It was whispered that to be fucked by me was to experience heaven on earth. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have enough girls, but I had seen this one rare beauty and I was really hot for her. Her name was Mary Elizabeth Bertram and she had an ass and body to die for. It was well known she was virgin, not only because she was chased, but also because her daddy was our police chief. It was at the Prom that I saw this chance of taking her cherry. She was sitting all alone, poor girl, (he he) her date was home sick with the flu. Gary in his most charming mode set off to make sure she had a good time. For the first time in my life I was the perfect gentleman. Dancing with her all evening I kept my distance, no feeling her up--no nothing. All evening we danced and talked and I remained the perfect companion and dance partner. When I asked her if I might drive her home, my restraint began paying off. She readily agreed to go with me. While she was telling the couple she’d come with that she had a ride home, I began setting my plan in motion. After seductively lowering the top of my LeBaron, I asked if she would like a coke as we drove. After opening the first cold bottle and handing it to her, I opened another one for myself and began drinking while contemplating my next move. After pulling out onto the highway in the moonlight, I suggested we go for a little ride before we called it a night and went home. Well, to make a long story shorter, I’d fed Mary Elizabeth a couple of “ruffies” in her coke and in a few minutes she was out of it. Now I could take my little lovely up to Crammer’s rock and claim her delights. Little did I realize some devious Galahad had called her father with a report of who was driving his little Mary Elizabeth home. By now I had her all splayed out with her dress over her head and her panties off and my cock deep in her cunt. I was pumping her twat like a bull rutting his bitch, and as I sank deeper into her, with every push I began feeling balls ready to burst. Sinking deep into that lush pit of pleasure of hers, I claimed her cunt as mine as I began filling her with my cum. Suddenly lights were flashing everywhere and I was caught cold and reacted like a deer caught in the headlights. Someone was then dragging me off Mary Elizabeth and kneeing me in the crotch and then a big fist was in my face. That was the last thing I remembered that night. The trial was textbook open and shut--rape, clean and simple and the sentence was fifteen to twenty. No one seemed to comment on the bruises on my ace or arms. After all everyone knew that me--Gary Saven was headed for trouble from the day I was born, so everyone said I got what I deserved. Little did I realize just what I was headed for! While I waited to be sent to the Wellsburg prison, I had to admit I was living like a prince. I was eating good food; I had television and even phone privileges--even if no one ever called me. If the next fifteen years were going to be like this I guessed I could live with that. It was when the big black bus pulled up to the city/county jail that I began to sweat. Looking out at me from the windows of the bus were twelve of the meanest ugliest thugs I’d ever seen. As I boarded, my leg chains were dragging on the floor of the bus. While I was passing each sea,t I was groped or pinched at, and I could hear the whispering comments, “Wait till we get your ass to the privy baby.” Crouching in the back seat, now in absolute terror, I began looking at the twenty faces looking back and leering at me. I knew my life as I knew it was over, these bastards would either fuck me or kill me. That was when Police Chief Bertram boarded the bus and began whispering a few instructions into the driver’s ear. Both the guard and the driver looked back smiling in my direction, saying they would take care of everything. Now for you in the know, the bus they use for transporting the prisoners from all parts of the state to the prison in Wellsburg was well armored—and even had its own privy. No sooner had the doors slammed shut than the guard moved to the back of the bus telling me I wasn’t allowed to sit in that seat, that it was his. Looking around there was nowhere else to sit but the pot in the privy. Telling him there was no other place to sit, he motioned me to the privy. As I entered the little steel cage the guard told me to strip. After initially protesting, I then had a gun butt jammed into my crotch and in tears I began stripping. I was now forced to sit there naked on that steel shitter. After snickering at me, the guard slammed the door. Then the announcement came, anyone needing to relieve himself could one at a time be allowed five minutes in the privy. Screaming out, poor Gary—that’s me—bleated out they couldn’t do this. About then the guard swung open the door while telling this black thug he had five minutes. Struggling with his coveralls he finally managed to get them to his knees and leaning forward his hands on the bars of the windows he muttered, “Open that mouth of yours boy or do I knock out your fuckin’ teeth?” Looking up at his clenched fist and then immediately opening my mouth, suddenly he was ramming his one eyed black monster down my throat. In savage brutal strokes he just kept pumping until I though my neck would break. Then he came and great gobs of cum were shooting down my throat. I found myself wanting to vomit as soon as he stopped shooting, but it got even worse--I felt his hot piss shooting down my throat. Oh God! I thought, it can’t get any worse than this. How wrong I was. Reaching down and pulling me up to my feet, h turned me around, forcing my hands against the window. Almost immediately I began feeling this blinding pain as he rammed his cock into me, and I let out a scream. Then I heard the laughter and someone yelled, “Hurry up Buzz! We all want our turn fucking the princess.” Sobbing and now in considerable pain and humiliation, I knew if this could happen on the prison bus--god only knows what was going to happen to me in the big house! While I was feeling the explosion of his cum filling my gut, the guard had began rattling the privy door saying another man wanted his chance with the “princess”. Begging him not to let the next thug fuck me, the guard just laughed saying, “Princess, if you get pregnant--I’ll adopt the kid!” As the black guy left he patted me on the ass saying he would see me again real soon. Turning and sitting on the crapper with my face in my hands, I could smell the next man before I could see him! It was like it had been before, he stepped in and the guard slammed the door shut. Then the beast began wiggling out of his orange coveralls. He smelled like one great unwashed street bum; he pealed back his foreskin revealing a generous coating of white head cheese, and then began telling me to open my mouth. I numbly obeyed and he began ramming his cock into my mouth, telling me to watch the teeth or he would knock them out. As soon as he’d gotten his nuts off, I stood and turning spread my legs. Leaning over then grabbing hold of the bars just feeling his grimy smelly body on my backside made my skin crawl. There was nothing I could do but surrender my body to them, and by my fifth inmate I had begun responding to them automatically. They would come in dropping their coveralls and I would open my mouth and they would shove their cock into it. After dutifully taking their cum, I would then lick them clean and stand and lean over, letting them fuck me. I was slowly learning that the less I fought them and the more I relaxed my ass, the less it hurt. By my tenth inmate I was pushing back and working my ass--giving them a real good fuck. I was servicing the last man when we pulled through this drive-in. The driver called out orders of all, saying he had state vouchers to pay for the food. As they were preparing our meals, I suddenly realized everyone sitting in that restaurant could see us and might have been watching me getting fucked. Some of the patrons looked embarrassed, but mostly they were all laughing. As the guard passed out the boxes of food to the men, one of them asked if they could have seconds on my ass for desert. After surveying the other men, the guard just laughed saying it was okay with him; why not ask the Princess? In a chorus of voices they called out, “You want us to fuck you again Princess?” In a loud, defiant and somewhat enthusiastic voice I responded, “Yes, hell yes!” When we did finally pull through the prison gates near midnight, I was now looking forward to my new life behind bars. I didn’t know what all the fuss was about me fucking Mary Elizabeth and those other sluts, I was sure I gave a better piece of ass than any one of them! And as for blowjobs, I was a hell of a lot better at it than any of them were or ever could be. As we filed into the detention center, we looked more like schoolboys on holiday. Then the driver began whispering and suddenly reception crew was looking in my direction. We were then led off to be decontaminated and go through our body cavity searches. I was proud of my body and I didn’t mind when they had us all naked, I wanted them to see how I had taken care of myself. Then this one big cop with fiery red hair and green eyes came towards me while he was pulling on rubber gloves. Telling me to spread them and bend over, I did as I was told. Feeling his fingers in my ass my cock started growing. It was Buzz that called out saying, “You’re turning the Princess on there, fella.” Blushing and turning red, the cop began rolling up his sleeve and then working his hand up my ass cursed, “You damn fagot, I’ll give you a fuck you’ll remember all your life!” To the men’s chants of “go cop go”, he kept working his fingers and hand forward until he had his entire forearm up my ass. Once fully impaled, he began driving my face into the wall calling me a fagot. Pulling his arm out of me with a loud popping sound he said, “Well the boy’s empty now!” and suddenly the whole room was laughing. We were then deloused and given uniforms. Then the interrogation began, this was where they decided what cellblock and what cell we were going to be assigned to. As I sat there this cop kept looking me over and looking at my sheet. Then someone came in and whispered something in his ear. Looking up he said, “Boy, we have a special place for a man like you. We have this inmate that we give special privileges to in exchange for his not causing us any trouble. HE knows everything, what’s going on in prison and what’s going on outside. The boys call him Kong. He is a life-timer and was one of the Kelly mob. In fact he still has a lot of pull in and out of prison. He has asked us for someone like you. I’ve decided to give you to him. You understand don’t you that you will belong to him don’t you boy? That means no whoring around or sucking off other guys.” When I was led away I could hear the urgent whispers, “He’s going to be Kong’s boy.” The others began their interviews as I was led away. Past electrified gates and up enclosed barred stairwells, we exited on the second floor of the main cellblock. Checking in with the guard stationed to the cellblock, my guard said he was told to bring me to Kong as his cellmate. Suppressing a smile, the floor guard said it was about time; Kong was getting to be a handful. After the floor guard finished signing my forms, my guard left and I was led to this Kong. As I began passing the cells you could hear the whistling and catcalls. It was when the guard stopped at the end cell that the block became quiet, anxious to hear Kong’s reaction. Unlocking the cell door with his magnetic pass card, the guard called in to Kong almost like he was throwing in a piece of meat to some wild zoo animal. Sitting in the corner of this dark cell a shadowy figure said, “Come in boy and let’s have a look at you.” Almost afraid to breath, I stepped forward. Then the voice said, “Strip boy.” After sliding out of the new orange jumpsuit, he ordered me to turn around and display myself. Not knowing what he meant, in a raspy voice he added, “Spread your cheeks so I can see your ass stupid!” After my taking my cheeks and spreading them he demanded, “Who’s been fucking you boy?” Almost in tears now I told him about the men on the bus. Then he said, “No matter--from now on NO ONE fucks you but me boy--do you understand?” Watching me nod affirmatively, he barked, “From now on it’s yes sir and no sir!” Somehow I knew then the men in charge of the inductees on the bus had been ordered to train me for him. Calling me over he stood and for the first time I saw Kong. What I expected was some big hairy brute, but what I saw was this tall elegant man, perhaps middle-aged with startling blue eyes. Looking up at him he chuckled, “Don’t be fooled by looks boy--I kill people for a living.” Laughing then he added, “Now boy, show me what the boys on the bus taught you to do.” Then I stood back up straight, turned around and began undoing his jumpsuit. After my helping him out of it, I led him to the cot to show him what I’d learned. Sometimes he would say, “Be gentle boy.” Other times he would grab me so hard it hurt. By morning there was no part of his body I hadn’t licked sucked or been fucked by. We lay there, me in his arms and for the first time I was in love. It quickly became known throughout the prison that I was off limits. No one dared touch me for fear of severe or terminal reprisal, not only for themselves--but their families included. Slowly my life began to take on its new shape. As weeks became months little gifts for me would appear--things like silk panties, or depilatory cream to keep my body smooth and hairless. Then there was the eyeliner and make up. Kong was very patient as he taught me how to use it effectively. As he once told me, I was a handsome man, but now with a few extra touches, I was beautiful man. There was no pretence to make me a girl; he wanted a beautiful soft man to fuck. As the months turned to years, it was through the grapevine that I heard that back home, Sheriff Bertram had been fired in disgrace for taking bribes. Then the word came down that the charges against me were being dropped, my sentence commuted, and after a review I would be free. Crying in Kong’s arms, I told him I loved him and I didn’t want to leave him ever. It was then he told me about his “arranged” parole and that he was getting out and he was taking me with him. Crying in his arms I wanted to ask how and why but I knew better. I would wait and do as I was told. I was now his property now and I knew he would take care of me always. Comments to: harveynate@AOL.com