Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereHis ruthlessness against his enemies never came to light, for one because no on would believe them, and for another, they were closely guarded secrets.
...
Bobby Petersen woke up to a pounding headache, touching his nose and groaning. It was his welcome to prison present, as Charley had promised. He couldn't believe the judge gave him a sentence that meant he wouldn't be up for parole for twelve years. He got eighteen months added for breaking the cat's leg when he threw it, what assholes!
It got worse when he found out he was going to serve his time at Rockwell, a supposedly medium security unit with the worst reputation in the state. He'd been inside for twelve hours before his nose got broken, spent another day in the infirmary before being assigned a cell. The man was huge, six eight and three hundred pounds, mostly bulging muscles. He backed Bobby into a corner when the guards left.
"Here's the deal. Someone I'll never know is making sure my mother has the health care she needs and a decent apartment as long as I keep you in line. So listen close. You're my bitch from now on, until I leave. You do what i say, when I say it, and you don't talk back. it would be very bad if you talked back. And I can beat the hell out of you anytime I want, as long as I don't touch your face."
"You will let your hair go long, and one of the older bitches will teach you how to use makeup. You gonna be my bitch, you gonna look like a bitch. Now, get those clothes off, and crawl over here. You need to show your new Daddy how special you are."
Bobby sobbed softly as he disrobed, then dropped to his knees and crawled over. Charley was right, with his broken nose he almost passed out from lack of oxygen while his Daddy fucked his face.
In six months, Bobby looked so much like a woman there were actual fights over him. His Daddy pimped him out every once in a while, and the inmates made a game over tattooing their gang signs on to his ass. By the fifth year it was so covered there was nowhere to put a mark. He had a new Daddy by then, who had some kind of deal from the outside that kept him reasonably safe. His new Daddy was a lot gentler than his first, not liking to share him, and Bobby, locked in that place with that mindset, fell in love. He cried like a baby when his Daddy got released. After three months of being traded like baseball cards by his new Daddy, he was suddenly released early for good behavior. His father had quit seeing him after six years, and there was no one to meet him. As the crowd thinned out, he saw his prison Daddy, the one he liked, waiting. He ran into his arms, and he took him home. He got him a pair of small implants, had his eyebrows shaped, and made him wear corsets to outline and accentuate his figure. Bobbi ended up working at a cosmetics counter while he worked on motorcycles, and a year later they married. So depending on how you look at it, no matter what Charley put him through, he found his only version of happiness in the end.
Bobbi read about him dying, news carried by the national chains because of the ones attending the funeral, and it barely made a dent in his consciousness. Besides, the second child they had adopted was teething, and having a terrible time. He walked him, cooing to him, feeding him ice chips until he went to sleep. Oddly, his name was Charley.
...
Well, there it is, the end of the story. Originally it was to be two more chapters, but I was anxious to get to something else, so I lumped them together. For the next two weeks, I intend to work on nothing but the last chapter of Finding An Editor and two more Brother Love chapters. I might squeak one more in, something that's almost done.
One more thing. I can't possibly return all the emails I've gotten noting sympathy for my health issues. Many of you have shared your health issues with me, making mine insignificant in comparison. I'd like to take this time to thank everyone, and wish those with health issues a speedy recovery. Thanks for reading, it does mean a lot to me. Vote if you want, but please vote on the content, not on emotion or in retaliation for a score you didn't like. That adds nothing to the process.
Q
Way too confusing with everyone having the same name. I couldn't keep track of who was who much of the time which makes for a really crappy reading experience. Plus you kept flipping between calling Connie, Cindy.
I really enjoy your writing and hope to read many more of them. How about another western. Live long and prosper.
At times this was totally confusing and the roll call at the end didn't help.
I’ll never understand how anyone could write a story, proofread a story, and not realize they changed one of the more major character’s name in the middle of the story. 🤦🏻♂️ Cindy-Connie, I mean come on
The Sheriff reflected a little as he drove away. He would never have thought Rose would cheat on Charley.
.
Confusing that these lines were in the story since clearly Andy *knew* she would cheat since she cheated *with* him. And it feels like he's thinking "I can't believe Rose would cheat on Charlie" not "wow, before I nailed Rose I never figured she'd cheat on Charlie".
Has this author ever written a story where the slut suffered any consequences other than a divorce? Any woman punished in any way, ever?
Here the husband goes after every other man he can find out about, that ever touched his wife. Ruins most of them. Does nothing to the slut at all!
I don’t understand those who feel the need to only punish those who made no promises to him, and let walk away the traitors who violate their marriage contract.
ZK
good story a bit confusing at times with people with same names and having to wait to end to find out what happened to the cat, 5 stars from me
Loved this story. One of my favorites. Only issue I had was the mixing up of some of the names.
"She saw him and Jose go behind one of the fertilizer buildings. When she got there, Juan was out cold. Daddy was standing there rubbing bruised hands, and he reached down, pulled Carlos up" - He and Jose went behind the building, Juan was out cold,he pulled Carlos up? How many guys were there?
\
First, I want to answer one of my own questions, why it took 10 months to be operating in the black since she had no debt. I was confusing debt with operating expenses. She didn't have any debt, but she DID have expenses: Salaries, supplies, utilities, etc. It took 10 months before her income exceeded her expenses.
\
"Her hair was styled in a way she hadn't worn in years, one she knew he favored." - If she knew he favored a certain hair-style, why hadn't she worn it in years?
\
"No, Rose, I won't promise that. I will promise when the time comes, I'll think about it." - She asked him to consider it, he said, no, he'll think about it. Isn't that really the same thing?
\
"He visits from time to time" - Okay, she was away the last time, but is this only the second time he's been there? He's new there, but he visits from time to time?
\
I don't care for the jumping around in time.