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The Story Of Indio

Chapter 11

Indio was left erect and gasping after Henrik's cruel shower blast. He had just not expected to find someone who could tease him so fully and cruelly.

 

The next day when Indio breathlessly ran into the shower room, looking around desperately, Henrik wasn't there. Some of the other showering convicts jeered at the poor half-breed, seeing his anxiety.

 

For a week Indio looked for Henrik in the showers, and couldn't find him.

 

He wondered what had happened to the beautiful young man. At night, Indio's sleep was constantly disrupted by images of those beautiful bubble buttocks, taunting him, and he wondered if he would see Henrik again.

 

But Lorton is a big prison, and it's difficult to find people. Indio was restricted much of the time to his cell, as Scalpel expected his "Maytag" to be doing housechores and other things.

 

One lonely day, as Indio was scouring the bottom of the cell with a toothbrush as per Master Scalpel's orders, he heard a mocking giggle and looked up. There was Henrik standing outside the cell with two other effeminate nelly queens.

 

Against prison orders, Henrik was wearing shorts and a blouse, and the blouse was tied up over his waist, exposing an insolent navel. "Look, Fabio" said Henrik with a giggle. "That's the poor Wog that I doused with the water...look at him, he's a scullery maid."

 

"Oh, go on wit your bad self, Henrik" Fabio said back, and all three queens giggled. At first Indio looked down angrily and tried to ignore Henrik.

 

After all, Henrik had treated him so badly. But Indio's cock was pressing against his pants as he thought of the beauty...and my God, Henrik's legs were even shaved!

 

Henrik leaned over. "What're you doing there, piggy?" The fairy shook his tousled curls contemptously. "Look at him, girls. Just a scrubbin' away. I should get you to clean my cell that good."

 

Indio looked up, his cock swelling a tent in his pants and noted with amazement that Henrik was wearing eye shadow, vivid blue.

 

He tried to look down again. Scalpel had ordered that these baseboards be spotless upon his return to the cell, and Scalpel was not a man to be trifled with.

 

 He heard the queens tittering some more, but tried desperately to not look up.

 

"Well, if you don't want to talk, Cuddlybum, then maybe we should be flouncing off." Henrik's mocking voice floated over Scalpel's cell and  it was just too much.

 

Indio scrambled up, staggering over to grip the bars of his cell as he stared out at Henrik. The cells were actually open, but Scalpel had ordered Indio to stay in the cell until further notice.

 

So the half-breed stared at Henrik hungrily as Henrik's friends giggled some more. He'd spent a week obsessing about whether he should confront Henrik angrily, or ignore him, or what, but of course he capitulated to sad begging, the begging of a chastity slave.

 

"H-Henrik, I missed you in the shower room, you-you hurt my feelings--" Suddenly Indio felt his legs trembling. Never before had he been so consummated by lust for a man.

 

Henrik coquetted girlishly, and reached through the cell bars, unzipping Indio's pants and pulling out the long brown cock. "I bet this little nigger snake has missed Auntie Henrietta, what?"

 

Indio dragged his trembling tongue across his lips at the boy's light touch, feather flickers around the cock head, and he barely noticed the looks of amused contempt on the faces of the other queens. He knew he was, at nearly twenty-one, an "old guy" next to these neophyte gay boys, and probably thought of as a dirty old man.

 

Henrik stroked Indio's shaft for a bit, and spoke softly, his face nearly touching Indio's through the bars.

 

"Did you miss Mommy, honey-bunch? Your Auntie Henrietta? Did you go off to your cell and wank your silly wee-wee after I doused you with the water last week. Remember that, girls?"

 

The three fairies burst out in enthusiastic peals of laugher, and Indio blushed, fully humiliated at the memory of how Henrik had got him, like Lucy pulling away Charlie Brown's football at the last minute.

 

"Poor thing, you looked so pathetic laying on the floor of the shower room like that."

 

Henrik tittered behind a manicured hand as the other toyed with Indio's suffering cock. "You know though, I'm getting tired of playing with this member of yours--"

 

"Oh, please don't leave." asked Indio with tears in his eyes. "P-please, I don't know when I'll see you again."

 

"Okay then, I have an idea" said Henrik with a mischevious smile. "Why don't you grip the bars hard, and just rub your dickie against them like this while I talk to you?" 

 

Henrik made an obscene back and forth swaying motion with his hips, and Indio followed suit.

 

Now Indio was rubbing his dick against the bars as the fairy-boy put his own hands back in his pockets, laughing lightly. "That feels good doesn't it, chastity boy?

 

Everyone knows that evil Scalpel won't let you shoot your load. Must be quite strenuous for you, darling."

 

Henrik stepped back and unzipped his own fly, allowing the tip of his penis to poke out, a pink one-eyed worm. "Do you like it, Wog-boy? What do you think of Auntie's little garter snake?"

 

Henrik began waving his cock around as Indio continued to rub his own cock against the bars desperately.

 

"Wouldn't you like to put this nice little Vienna sausage in your hungry mouth, baby?" Henrik's voice crooned softly, and his two friends were quiet, as they themselves wouldn't mind that offer.

 

Indio's eyes watered as he stared at Henry's cock...oh, the need he felt! I got many tear-stained letters from him during this time, and he was one horny, unhappy convict.

 

Henrik spun and lowered his short-shorts. "And wouldn't you like to kiss the little rosebud between these full vanilla cheeks, chastity boy?" Henrik turned and stuck his tongue out at Indio obscenely.

 

"And yet you can't can you, Wog-boy?" Henrik asked with honeyed tones. "No, none of this for you, right?" Henrik continued to thrust his cock out as my brother rubbed his now quite blistered cock against the bars.

 

At one point, Indio tried to touch his cock, and Henrik snapped his fingers, ordering Indio to keep his hands behind his back. "No, you must be a rubbing fellow....dog that you are."

 

"Wh-why can't I suck your cock, Henrik? Is it because of Scalpel?" Indio begged with welling eyes. "I-I'll risk the..."

 

"No, not because of Scalpel..." Henrik said contemptously..."Because you're a filthy Asian Indian trash heap, and I like Aryan perfection in my men...I wouldn't let you lick the grime off my boots."

 

And with that, Henrik spun on his heel, traipsing down the catwalk with his two friends giggling behind him.

 

Indio pulled his cock back into his pants, sat in the corner, bursting into tears.

Henrik's cruelty stayed with Indio for many days after that. Indio was caught between being hurt and angry at Henrik, and wanting to relieve his swollen balls of the excessive juice from Henrik's teasing.

At some point, Indio knew he was going to have to jerk off...Lorton was driving him crazy. Filled with bodybuilders, gorgeous young guys with flat and rippling abs, ripped six-packs, big, bulging veiny biceps and pants so tight that their manhood was shamefully exposed.

And it seemed all the men in the prison had heard of Scalpel's dictum that Indio not release himself. Cries of "You know you want it" followed Indio all over the prison. Veodis Smoot, a credit card fraud artist would often catcall Indio as he passed, "You Henrik's bitch now, boy?"

Triple murderer Roscoe Snaggs would lick his full lips when Indio walked by, and  Sid the Squid, a Mafia bagman would unzip his fly and wave his thick Italian sausage in front of Indio's nose  during morning count, and other men teased the young half-breed unmercifully.

 

Finally, Indio broke down and began masturbating, and it got him in serious trouble with Scalpel.

 

The first time Scalpel caught Indio pounding his pud, he gave my poor brother a severe whipping with a South African police baton (no idea how that got in the prison) putting Indio in the infirmary for several weeks.

 

The second offense got Indio sodomized with a long wire dish scouring brush from the prison kitchen. This left poor Indio with rectal bleeding for some time, but he still couldn't keep his hands out of the Danger Zone.

 

Scalpel was well aware of what had gone on between Indio and Henrik, and actually approved of Indio fooling around with various men, as long as he didn't touch his pee-pee to the point of cumming...

 

But of course that was the rub, so to speak. How could a healthy twenty-one year old gay man in a prison full of hot men keep his hands off his nasty little weiner?

 

The third time Indio was caught masturbating, Scalpel took Indio to the prison garage, where he'd taken the battery out of a guard's truck.

"Wh-what are you going to do, Master Scalpel?" Indio asked in terror,as Scalpel industrously bound Indio's hands after having ordered him to strip. But Scalpel just grinned, and lugged the battery over, attaching a straightened wire hanger to it. Scalpel had donned rubber gloves, for some mysterious reason.

"Don't worry, Sugar. I'm just teachin' you that when Daddy gives an order, you'd better mind." Scalpel said as he suddenly threw a bucket of water over Indio, before bringing the coat hanger close and touching Indio's right nipple with it.

 

Suddenly Indio was jolted intensely and his nipple felt as if someone had been sizzling it with a clothes press. Just as Indio was about to scream, Scalpel put his finger to his lips, and my well-trained slave brother bit his tongue;. he didn't want to get his beloved Master in trouble with the guards.

 

Scalpel smiled, and Indio noticed that his Master's erection was nearly bursting out of his prison jeans. "Now we'll try the other nipple..." ZZAPPP! Indio nearly fainted with pain the second time, the vicious lightning coming from the truck battery was just nefarious.

 

Indio came to see me after he was finally paroled from the Lorton Reformatory, and when he finished this story, he just said with a gasp..."And then Scalpel put the wire down there." But Indio, seasoned sub that he was, just had been unable to give me much detail about how it feels to have an electrified coat hanger touch your cock  and balls.

 

Suffice it to say, Indio passed out from the jolt, there was no resistance with his skin, since he was drenched from the water, and he was unable to touch his blackened penis for nearly a week without bursting into unhappy wails. "B-but I knew Scalpel really loved me to give me a lesson like that." Indio said later...no masturbation for that bad boy.

 

And Scalpel was well aware of  how miserably painful Indio was feeling from the shocks. The night after he'd tortured Indio with the truck battery, he bound Indio's hands in the back of the cell. Indio had turned his commissary account over to Scalpel, and Scalpel had bribed the guards to stay away from their cell.

 

"Now that the hacks are gone, baby..we're going to have a lesson" Scalpel yanked down Indio's pants, and began playing with Indio's burned cock. "Don't you like this, honey...you like having your dickie prodded, Sugar?"

 

Indio moaned and cried softly. "P-please don't touch it, Master Scalpel. I-it hurts so much from the shock, Sir." Suddenly Indio's slight jaw was knocked back from Scalpel's fist.

 

"WHAT'S WRONG, SUGAR-BABY?" screamed Scalpel loudly. SLAP! Again, Scalpel's strong hand cracked Indio's tender skull. "I thought you liked having your dickie bird played with...you do enough of it agin mah orders!"

 

Scalpel twisted and squeezed Indio's penis again and again, and Indio screamed involuntarily, and then felt Scalpel's knee crash into his balls. Lying on the hard floor of the cell, Indio endured a couple of kicks to the stomach, before Scalpel grabbed Indio by his tortured member and dragged him up again.

 

Suddenly Scalpel began jerking Indio's cock back and forth as Indio screamed from the intense pain. "DON'T YOU  LIKE HAVING YOUR DICK PLAYED WITH, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE PERVERT?" Scalpel screamed in Indio's ear. Scalpel opened a blister on Indio's frenulum, or the underside of his penis, and finally Indio begged with tears in his eyes for Scalpel to leave him alone.

 

Scalpel was not formally trained in BDSM etiquette,  and had never been introduced to the concept of a safeword.

 

 So Scalpel spent about twenty minutes knocking Indio down, trying to grind Indio's sore penis into the cell floor with his hard boot, and then dragging my poor brother up by his hair and backhanding him again.

 

And Scalpel finally slapped Indio hard across the head for the last time and exited the cell, and my brother was left to tend to the intense wounds that had been delivered him.

 

Indio passed out, and awoke to urine spattering into his blackened eyes. Opening his eyes, he rolled over in horror to find that the epicene Henrik was peeing on him. "Time to get up, Wog-boy!" Henrik said, chuckling.

 

"What-the hell?" Indio's dick immediately hardened seeing Henrik there. Henrik had had nothing to do with Indio since his insult a few weeks before. What the hell was going on now?

 

"I've purchased you from Scalpel, honey. Gather your meager belongings and move to my cell...you're going to be serving me now!"

 

Henrik was smirking, but Indio couldn't believe it. "I thought you looked down on me because I was a half-caste!" Indio shook his head in disbelief. Yet, his spirits were rising fast!

 

Could Henrik have some feelings for him, even if they were only pity for the poor slave-boy? Any attentions would be worth it, wouldn't they?

 

"Well, I wouldn't deign to allow you to make love to me, Miss Dinge, but I can use a nice Maytag in my house, and Scalpel didn't want too much for your purchase. So get your things."

 

Indio jumped up and began gathering his few possessions. "But am I allowed to change cells just like that?"

 

Henrik gave Indio a wintry smile. "Let's just say I have a few connections..."





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