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Serving HARD Time(1)
(Introducing Bud the Sub)
TJ Ryder
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Bud Roman was a relative rarity at GardBrook Detention Center.
Besides being in the minority of whites, he was almost the youngest.
Plus, as every Black guard noted during the intake processing, and there
were only Black guards at GardBrook, he was primo meat on the hoof.
The question immediately was who would take him first,
the guards or the cons.
Guard Titus Washington on first shift watched the medium-sized
handsome blonde youth go through the showers, and had to arrange his
growing hardon under his desk, wondering immediately how to make this boy.
Gardbrook is a minimum security, mostly for misdemeanour offenders, and
didn't get the real nasty lifer type cons. Unfortunately Bud got busted
in a vice sting on just his third time out as a male gay prostitute in his
college town. And what made it worse was that so many guys at the college
did it routinely to pick up tuition and book money that hardly any vice
cops ever came to the nearby area called 'pickup park'.
And finally, the icing on the cake was the story that comes with every
young con, even one with a three month sentence like Bud. Story was,
as Titus talked to a couple soul brothers in the break room, that a
fellow guard that moonlights with the vice squad busted the kid.
"You know Darnell Jones?" asked Leroy, a beefy twenty year veteran,
"well, even he said he felt kind of bad about this kid, because he dropped
his price for him and his watch commander happened to catch them in his
car on his rounds, so he had to make the bust."
"Darnell said that, huh? Probly bullshit!" Titus sipped his coffee
with a snort.
"Ah don know, bro, ah kin see why dey chose Darnell for the sting cuz he
a big good lookin stud. Those whiteboy college faggots just couldn't resist
him. Course any hooker on ouah side of the street woulda know raht off he
ain't a mark got to pay for sex, no matter which kind, haw, haw."
"So anywise, bro, Darnell asked if we keep him from the rest of the
cons."
Titus coughed indignantly, "yo means he got plans for him hisself, don't
dat? Ah caint use him fo nothin? He a sweet white bitchboy goin to waste!"
"Aw, Darnell not selfish, bro. Just use yo own jedgment."
Bud was frightened at the forbidding brick series of buildings surrounded
by razor wire, but after the first couple of days he seemed to settle into
the routine, which was mostly just dull boring time. He did some shop work,
got assigned a laundry job, and mostly just hung out. Scrubbing down
concrete floors broke the monotony that was already beginning to settle in.
What made the routine worse was the unrelieved sexual demands his full
balls put on him. Especially as he was surrounded by huge mostly Black
studs, and everyone who looked at him had a hardon it seemed. But most of
those guys looked like nasty brutes and rapists. Fortunately
it was always monitored or they were on the other side of bars. He seemed
to be relegated with a crew of swishy young guys. There were three of them
who worked with him cleaning the break room, 2 black and 1 hispanic, and
he began to make friends with Tyrell, a young smallish, thin, light-skinned
negroe who was definitely swish. When the guards weren't around they
began to chat.
"Yo gots a boyfriend yet, boy?" Tyrell noticed the boy's cock was
half charged in his sheer prison cotton pants.
Budshook his head, "Nope, I'm only in for three months and I guess it's
not going to happen."
"Sheeit, man, ah'm in my last 3 months of a 6 month sentence and ah'm
always lookin." Bud laughed as the boy grinned.
"Well, I don't know what the rules are here for it."
"You best find a big strong stud to be yo daddy, ah tell you up front.
Dats what ah did whan ah first got here, and he loan me out an all but
ain't no indiscriminate dangerous stuff."
Bud said he didn't know how to do that either, and Tyrell rolled his
eyes, motioning Manuel over.
"Hey, muchacho, dis boy need help findin a stud, whachu think?"
Manuel smiled, a handsome small latin youth with fine features.
"Good lookin gringa like heem? If my own Master see you, ah get so
jealous I would have to cut you." Bud startled, but smiled as he
hoped he wasn't serious. Tyrell slapped Manuel lightly across his face.
"Naw, don listen to him. Ah know a big weightlifter brother in
for car theft. Tell me the truth, you like Black cock donchu?"
Bud blushed, and smiled, nodding. The other three laughed at
hearing this. The truth was that Bud had long since broken to Black
cock, and being a submissive was thinking maybe he should try to hide
it in here, despite the turgid temptations everywhere.
"Well, first thing is you gots to circulate a little more. The
wierd thing about this prison is the warden's one a those honky
religious nuts, wouldn't believe half what goes on even if he knew
about it, which he don't. Anyway, we can have fun on weekends when
he usually goes home and the guards really run this place.
Whatchu think, Manuel?"
Manuel looked at Tim, up and down, idly stroking himself.
"Well, me, I started with the Saturday socials, which everyone calls
suckoffs. Ees mucho fun, earn credits and mebbe get some extra pizza.
And it be Domino's, not the cafeteria crap."
Budwas sold and nodded. "You still do it, then?"
"Si, mucho negro cock, and you get to know all the first shift guards
pretty quick, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I'll put your name down on the list, but remember, you don't never
make the first move, right Manuel?"
"Ees correcto, amigo. Not, how you say, publico, anyway. You gots to do
that, quiet like."
"Like the solo marches," Tyrell added, "you feel de bone in your back,
that's like a first date in prison."
Manuel laughed merrily at that, "yeah, I thought he was just being
friendly."
Bud wasn't sure what a solo march was, but later in the day a Dushawn
Roosevelt came by his cell and gave it an inspection called a 'tossing'.
Dushawn was almost a foot taller than Tim, as were most of the big
muscular guards, and maybe 80 pounds heavier, and he stood by his cell
door at attention as directed, intimidated by his bulk and his ominous
clipboard.
"Ah ha, youngblood," he said, "you got thirty markups so far. Dis bunk
and cell be a mess." Actually Dushawn had to hide a grin because he
won the first whipping playing dice with the other guards last night.
He wasn't sure what the rules were for neatness, but swallowed
and nodded, "yes sir." Then the guard frowned and looked at his
watch, "but ah go off shift soon, still we make it fast we get it done."
He nodded, agreeing but not comprehending anything. Dushawn was like
most guards, young, early twenties, ex high school football jock. Pretty
good looking, bald head and clean shaven and big muscular neck.
He was ordered to put his hands behind his back, where they were
cuffed. Then Dushawn gripped his left upper arm in his vice-like
hands, and held him in front as they walked across the cell block
and up a flight of stairs. Budin only his underpants and prison
slippers and Dushawn's hobnailed boots ringing on the steel staircase
and concrete floor.
At the entrance ramp to the third floor next door, Dushawn paused,
waiting for the electronic lock to open. Bud had noticed a lot of
long pauses like that, and thought it might be due to the old machinery,
but now, standing in an alcove on one stair, his bottom pressed against
Dushawn's groin, feeling an unmistakable swelling pressing against him,
he was beginning to think of other reasons.
Dushawn grinned, feeling Bud's firm warm buttcheeks against his
crotch, and squeezed his arm hard, feeling the whiteboy squirm in the pain.
"Whas wrong, honkie? You think that hurts?"
He cleared his throat, "um, yes sir, it does."
"Haw, haw, don't you even know where ah be takin yo white ass now?
Yo in for a whippin, boy! Whatchu think thirty markups mean in here?"
He gasped, "oh, I didn't know that, sir!"
"Haw, haw, you know dat soon enuf. Thirty's not many though,
and dere's ways of gettin the sentence reduced, dint nobody tell you?"
"Um," Bud blushed, wincing at the squeezing of his arm, thinking
of what Tyrell and Manuel told him, "um, yes sir, I, um, heard."
(Continued)
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