Purgatory Games Ch. 01

JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle's ass, and spun him around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard throbbing cock jutting up between his legs.

"Down," JT said. "I'm gonna watch you jack off on your knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are."

Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock and started jacking off again, moaning and panting softly.

"Look at me boy," JT said, standing over him.

Kyle met his dark eyes.

"You're my bitch now," JT said, while Kyle jacked off on his knees. He slapped Kyle's face lightly. "You understand?"

"Yeah," Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his hard cock.

JT grabbed Kyle's chin so he could look down into the boy's eyes. He loved seeing the need and shame in Kyle's eyes.

"You're gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass. How come?" JT said.

Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his face again, harder.

"How come you're gonna suck my cock and take it up the ass?" JT said.

Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT's hard, merciless eyes.

" 'Cause I'm a bitch," Kyle said. A moan of pleasure escaped him.

"Please JT," Kyle begged. "Please."

"Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you're my bitch, over and over, 'til you shoot."

"I'm your bitch," Kyle said.

JT watched Kyle jacking off wildly. Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a bitch of himself for him.

"Louder," JT said, giving Kyle's face a rough shake. "Don't piss me off."

"I'm your bitch JT," Kyle said, loud enough for it to echo in the small cell.

"Keep saying it 'til you come," JT said, holding Kyle's face and looking straight down into his eyes.

Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly, panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was JT's bitch.

"Yeah boy, come on," JT said, when he saw Kyle was close. "Shoot your come on your knees for me."

Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his face, looking down into Kyle's eyes. A final groan of ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.

"Lick it off your hand," JT said, standing back.

JT watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand, enjoying the way the boy's face flushed with shame, thinking about what he'd done. When Kyle had licked the last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back on him and got into his bunk.

"Go to sleep," he told Kyle. "I'm busting your cherry tomorrow night."

He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.

ii.

Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.

All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of men who'd spent a long time in prison. Their hard bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for violence that gave them the look of predators on the prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren't in prison, they'd be rich from all the money they made for Purgatory.

"Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night," Terence said.

Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle and ran his tongue across his lips.

"Yeah," Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron. Even his face looked angular with muscle. "I'm your bitch, JT. I'm your bitch," Tyrone said in a high falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.

Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face turning a brilliant scarlet.

The whole table of black men laughed.

"Look at that bitch," Calvin said. "He's turning all red and shit. What's wrong boy, you didn't like JT's fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?"

JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy's red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright with unshed tears under his long lashes. "Leave him alone," JT said quietly.

"Come on man, tell us," Terence said. "Did you fuck the bitch? He got a tight ass?"

"Nah, he didn't fuck her," Tyrone said. "Ain't nobody heard no screaming."

The men into laughter again. To Kyle they sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He fought back tears. It would just make things worse. "I said, leave him alone," JT said in an even quieter voice.

Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.

"Hey man," Tyrone said, "he's just a bitch. What the fuck do you care?"

The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.

"You know what your problem is Tyrone?" JT said.

"What?" Tyrone said, loud and cocky. "Bitches can't get enough of my dick?"

"No," JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. "You're too stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth."

Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but Calvin said, "Leave it alone Ty. Shut up."

"Stay away from my bitch," JT said, looking Tyrone in the eye. "I let it go last time 'cause I owed you. Don't start no shit with me."

"Come on, JT, forget it, alright?" Terence said.

After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy silence at the table. In a little while, the men started talking about the coming games on television. Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room, and all the men filed out to their work details.

Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other men.

"Looks like your new bitch ain't saying bye," he heard Tyrone say.

Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his job at the library.

"Hey boy," Kyle heard JT saying behind him.

But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He'd be safe once he got to the library. He hoped.

JT's long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle's arm, just outside the men's room. A uniformed guard stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear pass briefly across his face when he met JT's eyes.

Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the brick walls.

"What the fuck's wrong with you bitch? Walking out on me like that?"

Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he'd done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.

"I didn't do anything," Kyle said, looking up into JT's black eyes. He tried to push past him. "I have to get to the library. I'll get in trouble."

"Fuck that," JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm hard. "You're in trouble now bitch."

JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.

"What's wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone, didn't I? I could of made you get on your knees between my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in here's gonna stop me?"

Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he couldn't. All the anger, the frustration, the humiliation of the way JT's friends had treated him came flying out with his words.

"You did it on purpose," Kyle yelled at JT. "You wanted them to hear me last night."

Kyle looked up into JT's black eyes and saw a dark fury that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle realized he'd made a bad mistake.

"JT, please, I didn't mean - " Kyle tried to say, but JT slapped his face, hard.

"You're lucky I like you boy. You're real lucky I don't take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin ass with my friends," JT said in a soft voice that chilled Kyle to the bone.

There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might calm JT.

"I'm sorry." Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his hands gently over JT's crotch. "You're right. I'm your bitch. I shouldn't have done that." Kyle kneaded JT's crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.

"Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?" JT said, stroking Kyle's cheek. Kyle was relieved to see that JT's mood had suddenly changed. "You live in my cell now, everyone knows you're sucking my cock and getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where nobody could see you, didn't I?"

Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he didn't feel. "Yeah," Kyle said, pressing his hands against JT's bulging jeans. "You're right. Let me show you I'm sorry."

"That's better bitch," JT said, undoing his jeans.

Kyle reached for JT's hard cock like he was desperate to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure that if he didn't suck him off real good, JT would take him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.

JT grabbed Kyle's hair and slapped his face lightly when the boy didn't open his mouth fast enough.

His cheeks stinging from JT's heavy hand, Kyle stretched his pink lips around JT's dark chocolate cock. It wasn't like last night. JT was impatient, driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle, looking down into his scared eyes.

"Don't make me mad boy," JT said, thrusting his hips into Kyle's face. "Or I'll make it bad for you bitch. I'll rent out your ass and make money off you."

He fucked deep into Kyle's mouth, choking him again and again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT twined both his powerful hands into Kyle's hair, holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his soft pink lips.

"Tonight, I'm fucking that pretty virgin ass real hard," JT said.

Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of fear.

"That's right boy, I'm busting your cherry tonight," JT said, stroking in and out of Kyle's hot mouth.

He pumped his thick cock into Kyle's mouth, changing his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips, grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle's mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy's lips tight against his throbbing flesh.

"Oh yeah, boy" JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hardJT grabbed Kyle's hair again, twining his strong fingers deep into the boy's silky hair, and stroked into Kyle's mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.

"You're gonna be my girl after tonight," JT said.

He fucked Kyle's mouth hard, holding him still and helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat down Kyle's throat again and again.

"Cock sucking bitch," JT said, panting hard, "Oh fuck," he said between clenched teeth. "Take it bitch. Take my fucking come."

JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled Kyle's face down on his cock, moaning so low it was almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock jetted hot come down Kyle's throat.

Kyle swallowed JT's heavy load of thick come, then ran his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.

"Don't beat me up," Kyle pleaded, licking JT's cock, looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT's balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.

Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his arm in a splint.

"I'll do what you want," Kyle said, licking JT's balls softly, looking up into dark eyes.

"That's what you said last night, bitch," JT said, zipping his jeans. "And by breakfast you was already pissing me off."

Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in JT's voice before he sucked him off coming back.

"I'm sorry," Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too low to be heard.

Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about to make him into Jimmy's twin. He remembered the scared look on the guard's face outside the bathroom. Kyle knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how loud he screamed.

Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that would come driving into his face.

"Look at me boy," JT said, bending over Kyle.

Kyle's eyes flew open. JT's face loomed large over him.

"The last thing you want in this world is to be on my bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side," JT said in a soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest threat. "Next time you think about fucking with me, don't do it."

He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees, as scared as a man walking a high wire with no net.

When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to ask him where the fuck he'd been, why he was so late. But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then went back to the paper he'd been reading.

Later, when Tyrone walked into the library, all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the darkest corner between stacks in the big library and hid.

"Hey boy," Tyrone said, when he found Kyle's hiding place. He'd sniffed him out like a tiger hunting down raw meat. "How come you're back here in the dark?"

Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone's huge body blocked his way out. Kyle's mind raced. He felt trouble heading for him like a screaming freight train.

Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches from the boy. "Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?"

Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.

"When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night, to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before boy?"

Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet talk.

"No. I'm a virgin." Kyle was too scared to look up into Tyrone's greedy eyes.

Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle's crotch, felt the growing hardness there. "You're hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin hole fucked real hard?"

Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn't jacked off. He'd been afraid JT would know somehow. Now, with Tyrone's muscled body pressed so close to him, Kyle was hard again.

"Please - "

But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle's jeans and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He pressed his big hand over Kyle's mouth, muffling the boy's cry of surprise.

"I wanna see what JT's getting," Tyrone whispered into Kyle's ear. "I'm gonna see how tight this virgin ass is."

Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle's hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and out of Kyle's hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.

"You're a fucking tight bitch," Tyrone said, pulling his finger out.

He rubbed his hard cock against the boy's ass roughly.

"You're lucky you belong to JT. 'Cause if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud."

Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his hard cock and grabbed Kyle's hair.

"You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I'll tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when he ain't around? Remember Jimmy?"

Haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy's battered face, Kyle opened his mouth.

iii.

At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him, as if the library had never happened. The men at the table talked about the game last night and coming bad weather.

This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table, like he knew he should, then followed him out of the cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but his mood was different this time.

"Hey baby," JT said, once they were inside.

He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle's head. His heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.

"You sucked me off real good this morning." JT rubbed his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes, running his hard fingers along Kyle's soft lips.

Kyle didn't know why, but the way JT fucked his face without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot for his cock. JT's hard, muscled body felt good pressed up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle's cock surge. But Kyle couldn't get Tyrone's words out of his mind.

"What's wrong baby? How come you're shaking like that?" JT said.

Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but he JT didn't let him. He took Kyle's chin in his hands and made him look up at him.

"Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?" JT said, his voice suddenly low and cold.

Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT's hard eyes. "No."

"Nobody said nothing to you?" JT said, grinding his hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT's thick cock rising already.

"No," Kyle said again, and dropped his eyes to the floor so he wouldn't have to meet the raging hunger in JT's dark eyes.

JT shook Kyle's face and looked down into Kyle's eyes. He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared that JT would hurt him real bad.

"I don't like it when my bitches lie to me," JT said quietly.

Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.

"Tell me what happened to you boy," JT said.

He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides, studying Kyle.

"Don't hurt me," Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice. "He made me do it."

"Who made you do what? Talk to me boy."

Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He told JT everything.

"After he came in my mouth, he said he'd be back whenever he wanted to," Kyle said, looking up at JT. "He said if I told you, he'd say it was me who came to him. But I didn't JT, I swear. It happened like I told you."

For long seconds that were an eternity to Kyle, JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble. Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.

Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT's rampage, praying he wasn't next to get kicked around the stone floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands, cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened dog.

"I'm telling the truth, JT," Kyle managed to say through his chattering teeth.

"I know you are boy."

JT's soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up into JT's furious face.

"Relax, bitch. I ain't hurting you."

"You're not?" Kyle said.

"No," JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and looked down into the boy's terrified eyes.

"You know what happens now boy?"

Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT's cold eyes.

"Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I'm fighting him for you. There's gonna be a dark game tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. I'm gonna carve my initials into Tyrone."