The Lock-Up

THE LOCK-UP
By Robert N. Boyd
(Honcho.Oct.1983)

Craig Lewis, twenty three years old, lay atop his bunk in the darkened cell,
wearing nothing but his short blue terry cloth bathrobe. The 7:30 PM count had
just cleared and he was waiting for Mel, who regularly came to Craig's cell on
Tuesday nights.


Mel was one of the many young studs who constantly sought Craig's favors. Craig
was the most attractive sissy in the joint; slender, attractive, boyishly sexy,
and very, very popular among the hundreds of supposedly "straight" guys (like
Mel) who had decided not to let their terms of confinement restrict their
natural sex drives.

Getting caught in a sex act with another inmate, however, was definitely against
the rules and was cause for immediate lock-up in Punitive Segregation, or "the
hole," as the cons called it. After two and a half years in prison, Craig's
attitude was: If I get caught, what are they gonna do? Throw me in jail? He had
been gay for as long as he could remember; he certainly wasn't going to let one
tiny little prison rule inhibit his sex life, not when he was surrounded by
gorgeous studs twenty four hours a day!

He heard the soft rap on the cell door and saw Mel's strong, handsome face
framed in the nine by twelve inch window. He got up and opened the door. "Hi,
come on in."

"Were you expecting someone?" Mel teased. "It's dark in here." He pulled the
door closed behind him and slipped his arms around Craig's slender body. As was
his custom, Mel was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, prison blue jeans, and shower
thongs — enough to look like he was dressed, but little enough to take off
without too much trouble. He was a thirty year old bodybuilder whose physique
looked as though it were made of cast bronze, but which was also delicately soft
to the touch. His eyes were the color of ice, but they burned with a lively,
humorous glow.

Craig pulled away from Mel's bear hug embrace. "Let me cover the window," he
said, grabbing the piece of cardboard specially cut to fit the nine by twelve
inch opening. After setting it in place, he turned to face the muscular weight
lifter. Mel was taking off his t-shirt and simultaneously kicking off his
thongs. Before he could remove his jeans, Craig's hands were fondling his hairy
chest.

Mel tugged on Craig's bathrobe sash, spread the robe, and wrapped his arms
around the youthful waist, allowing his hands to glide down and cup the small,
firm buns.

The feel of Mel's powerful arms and hands sent shivers of excitement racing
through Craig's body. His cock began to throb and to press against Mel's jeans.
He kissed Mel on the neck, wanting to kiss him on the lips but knowing better
than to try. With Mel, sex was a one way street.

Mel pulled away and quickly removed his jeans. His cock burst free from its
confinement with a majestic pride, and Craig sank to his knees. He began by
darting his tongue over the throbbing, expectant piece of swollen flesh while
his hands clasped Mel's large, muscular buns. It was not a huge cock, but
neither was it small; it was slightly more than average length, and definitely
thicker than most. He let his tongue tease the anxious cock, making it moist and
ready but not yet going down on it.

"Lie down," Craig whispered. Mel complied and stretched his tall, muscular body
out on the narrow bunk, spreading his legs to allow Craig to crawl between them.

Carelessly dropping his robe, Craig eased his smooth, nearly hairless body onto
the bunk between Mel's hairy, beefy legs. As he lowered his head toward the
pulsating cock, he felt Mel's hands glide gently onto his shoulders. Craig ran
his hands along Mel's thighs, up to his hips, along the flat expansive abdomen,
and up to those well developed and well defined pectorals covered by a mat of
curly black hair. He timed his actions so that his thumbs and fingers lightly
pinched the already erect nipples just as his mouth wrapped around the head of
Mel's gorgeous dick. Over the months, Craig had learned how to stimulate Mel's
erogenous zones. At first Mel seemed to have no sensitivity in his tits, despite
Craig's numerous attempts to excite them. Finally Craig had stumbled on the idea
of creating a mental association for Mel between the pleasure of having his cock
sucked by a hot mouth, and the simultaneous pinching of his tits. It had worked.
Now even Mel had to admit that he liked it when Craig played with his tits.

Mel thrust his pelvis upward, driving his rock hard cock into Craig's eager
mouth. He pounded with a frantic obsession; his fingers dug deeply into Craig's
soft shoulders. For a while Craig allowed Mel to pump away at his mouth. He let
his left hand glide away from the erect nipple and gently slide down the length
of Mel's tightly muscled body. Then the hand moved further down the lower
abdomen, and came to rest fondling Mel's soft, downy nut sack. Then he gripped
the thrusting cock under the balls, like a cockring, and forced Mel to stop
fucking his face. The bodybuilder relaxed and allowed Craig's hot mouth and
tongue to do the job they were made to do.

With long, slow movements, Craig's mouth moved up and down the length of Mel's
thick cock. It lingered on the head; Craig ran his tongue over the sensitive
flesh of the knob and probed into the slit, which drove Mel wild. Craig's crafty
hand loosened its grip and surreptitious fingers made their way to Mel's ass.

During the early days of their relationship, Mel had been defensive about
fingers getting too close to his ass. He was a MAN, all man, and men didn't take
anything in the ass. It was a typical prison concept of the macho man. It had
taken Craig a long time to get Mel past that old fashioned concept of
masculinity. When he finally lost his inhibitions, Mel had to admit that anal
stimulation was, indeed, highly pleasurable. Now he had progressed to the point
of letting Craig insert his index finger to the hilt.

Mel writhed at the treatment his cock received from Craig's skilful mouth. Craig
seized that moment to insert his finger. Mel moaned softly; his strong fingers
gripped Craig's shoulders.

A jangle of keys startled both men — they froze. The keys sounded awfully close!
Craig's heart, already beating rapidly in heat and passion, leaped at the sound
of the keys and began to race furiously.

Sure enough, a key was being inserted into the lock.

"Oh, shit!" Craig cried, pulling his finger out of Mel's asshole and jumping off
the bunk. He searched frantically for his robe.

"Oh, shit!" Mel echoed, leaping from the bed.

Suddenly the cell was bathed in light; the door opened wide and two officers
came into the cell. "Busted!" Officer Mayer gleefully exclaimed. "Busted bigger
than shit! Both of 'em naked as jaybirds and both of 'em got hard ons!"

Officer Lowe glared at his partner. Sick bastard, he said to himself. Aloud, he
said: "Okay, you two. You're invited to a come-as-you-are party. Nothin' but
bluejeans. Get dressed."

Craig and Mel were allowed to put on jeans, but nothing else. They were escorted
to the Watch Commander's office. A report was made and both men were given
write-ups.

"Since you were caught in the act," the Commander said tonelessly, "you go to
the hole, pending action by the Disciplinary Committee." He yawned and waved
them away.

Officer Mayer escorted the two of them to the Punitive Segregation Unit, where
he delivered them to the Unit Officer, Mr. Moore. "Coupla fags for ya," Mayer
snarled.

Moore accepted the copies of the write-ups and told Mayer he could leave. When
the escorting officer had left, Moore looked up at the two men standing before
his desk. "Which one of you is the sissy?"

"I am," Craig quickly answered.

Moore looked like a linebacker, except better looking. "Okay. Sit over there,"
he said to Craig, pointing a finger to a chair located at the left of his
ancient wooden desk. "I'll take your jock to a cell. Stay put and don't give me
no headaches and I might let you have a blanket."

Craig was shivering from the cold and from the embarrassment of getting caught.
He obeyed instructions and sat quietly while Moore locked Mel in a cell.

When Moore returned, he sat down at his desk. He looked at the slender, boyishly
handsome young man in silence for a minute and then said, "You like suckin'
dicks, huh?"

Craig glared at him but said nothing.

"Shit, boy! Look at you! You're freezin'. Do you want to spend the night naked?
Or do you want to cooperate and have a nice warm blanket to sleep under?"

"I'm gay," Craig replied petulantly. "And I'm proud. But what I like to do in
bed is none of your business."

"Hold on, now, boy. This is a prison, not a boys' camp. I can make it easy for
you, or I can make it hard. Rule book says I can put troublemakers into
strip-cells. You a troublemaker?"

"No, sir," Craig whispered.

"You like suckin' dicks? Or do you like to take it in the ass? Or do you like it
both ways?"

Craig knew that Moore wasn't bluffing; if he didn't play the man's game, he
would sleep naked and freeze his balls off — he knew the strip-cells were
specially equipped with air conditioning to make them even colder. "I go both
ways," he answered softly.

"Hey, kid, loosen up!" Moore's tone was solicitous, kind. "You like men, don't
you? I'm a man, right? I'm not bad lookin', am I?"

Craig had to admit that the man was, in fact, quite handsome, in a rugged sort
of way.

"I'll see to it you get a t-shirt and two blankets. You'll be snug as a bug in a
rug, kid. What say?"

Craig slowly nodded his head.

"Come with me, then." Moore led him off in a different direction. Mel had gone
to the corridor on the left; Moore took Craig to the right. When they came to
the last cell, Moore keyed it open and motioned for Craig to go in. "This is a
special cell, kid. Ain't just a mattress on the floor; it's got a real bed in
it. Take off your jeans and get comfortable."

Craig removed his jeans and sat on the edge of the bed. He watched the officer
take off his uniform, everything but his socks. Beneath his khakis, he seemed
fat and stocky; undressed, he wasn't all that bad to look at. His gut was a bit
flabby, but his chest, arms, and legs were in good condition, and his body was
as smooth as a baby's ass. Craig judged him to be in his late twenties; he had
been to bed with worse than this, he thought. He tried to psych himself up to
enjoy what was coming.

"What do you want me to do?" Craig asked.

Moore's cock was already semi-erect from expectation. He was stroking it up into
full rigidity. "Lay down on your stomach and spread them skinny legs of yours,
boy. You ain't never been fucked till you been fucked by me," he boasted.

Craig did as he was told, determined to get it over with as soon as possible. He
spat on his hand and ran it across his ass, just in case the guard failed to
lubricate him. Then he felt the tremendous weight of the massive guard on his
back; he felt the inept prodding of Moore's cock, trying to find his asshole.
Craig lifted his pelvis and pulled his cheeks apart to provide an easier target.
When the fat head of Moore's thick cock nudged against the knot of muscles
around his asshole, Craig relaxed and let it glide in.

At first, Moore's cock thrust in roughly. Craig realized that the man had
probably fucked very few assholes in his life — if any at all—and that the boast
had been idle. Moore didn't know what he was doing! Craig gritted his teeth and
made up his mind to suffer through the punishing pounding to the best of his
ability.

Despite Moore's ineptitude, however, Craig began to enjoy the man's warm body
caressing his own, while that swollen, hard dick moved in and out. As he got
into the swing of it, Moore slowed down and made his strokes longer, less
jabbing. Craig discovered he was getting a hard on; he began to enjoy the
thought of this prison guard fucking him. His body began to move in rhythm with
Moore's gradually increasing speed. Then he noticed that Moore was passionately
massaging his shoulders, neck and arms.

Just as Craig was getting to the point where he was no longer resentful, where
he was being swept up in the tide of physical lust, he felt Moore's hands
tighten around his shoulders. Then the deeply thrusting cock erupted in orgasm.
Moore's body trembled on top of him, writhed and jerked in sexual fulfillment.
The powerful guard collapsed on top of Craig's frail body, almost suffocating
him. It had taken less than five minutes; Craig was now fully aroused.

Without warning, Moore withdrew, causing Craig to wince in unexpected pain. The
guard got to his feet. "Turn over and sit up," he commanded.

Craig rolled over and swung his legs over the edge of the bunk. To his
amazement, Moore dropped to his knees in front of him. Pushing Craig's knees
wide with his hands, he lowered his head to Craig's crotch. Moore took Craig's
stiff dick in his mouth (which was as inexperienced as his cock). The big man's
teeth scraped against the skin of Craig's cock as it plunged deeper into the
moist, wet interior of Moore's mouth. But there was very little sensation, no
pressure, no suction. The big man was doing nothing to stimulate the youth; so
Craig began to work the muscles of his groin in time with the up-and-down motion
of Moore's mouth. Craig closed his eyes and ran his hand over his own smooth,
slightly-muscled chest, playing with his own nipples. In this way, he managed to
work himself toward a climax, the orgasm which he had been so rudely deprived of
earlier.

When he came, his body jackknifed forward with uncontrollable jerking; then he
leaned back on the bunk as his cock shot the pent-up sperm into Moore's mouth.
Surprisingly, Moore took it all; he even swallowed it. Craig figured this wasn't
Moore's first blow job!

As his cock grew limp, he felt Moore's mouth pull away. He opened his eyes and
saw the guard get to his feet. As if nothing had happened, Moore began to get
dressed. "The Disciplinary Committee won't meet till Friday morning; so you got
three nights in here. That was real good, kid. I'll be back tomorrow night. And
the night after . . . Oh, by the way, I lied about the t-shirt; but this bed
does have two blankets on it. Sleep tight."

With that, he was gone and the cell door was locked behind him.

Craig lay back on the bunk, staring at the ceiling. Unreal, he thought. It's
against the rules to have sex, but even the guards do it! "Fuck the rules," he
said aloud. "What can they do? Throw me in jail?"