Chapter 11: Crime and Punishment part 2
Michael had to suppress a violent convulsion of nausea that came over him once
Fly penetrated his throat with his huge black cock. Fly pressed Michael's head
close against his crotch, so that his lid slid even deeper down his throat. He
then pulled Michael's head backwards by his hair, the friction that was caused
by the lips and the upper part of his throat was arousing him, he started to
push and pull his head harder and faster until he was literally fucking him in
the face. Still, Fly was not satisfied and yelled;
"Suck my dick you mother fucker! Suck it as you did with the rubber club! Suck
it!"
He pulled his dick out of Michael's mouth and pressed it against his nose, the
black cock already smooth with precum and salivary. Fly rubbed the slimy fluid
that was still dripping out of his dick on Michael's face. "Suck it you fucking
dick head, or I will have to mess you up again, suck it!"
Michael obeyed submissively and took Fly's dick between his trembling lips, he
rolled his tongue all over it, he sucked the white, slimy moisture coming from
the tip of his cock as if it was honey. "That's right, now you got it, keep it
coming you bitch, keep it coming." Fly closed his eyes and moaned loudly.
Michael had never given another man a blowjob before, he had no idea what he was
doing, but he instinctively pushed his lips around the large erection and
started to go back and forth over it's shaft as Fly had forced him to when they
started.
"Ohhhh, Yes!! Keep it coming you slut, you like to eat dick, don't you...eat it
you sissy boy, eat it!" Fly ran his fingers through Michael's hair and pushed
him gently forward with each thrust he gave. He moved smoothly, as if he was
riding a horse. Pearls of sweat were glistering on his dark skin as he worked
himself to a climax.
Michael felt as if all common sense had left him, he lost himself in his task
and sucked, licked and swallowed the black cock eagerly; each thrust of Fly that
went deeper into his throat caused him to degrade further into an animal like
state. He even tried to kiss his divine huge balls with his precum covered lips.
By now he would do everything Fly ordered him to do, he had lost his own will
and was nothing more than his willing slave, eager to please him. Fly raped his
mouth till his cock was steaming hot and was spewing cum like an erupting
volcano. He shot his load inside Michael's mouth, ordering him to swallow each
drop. Michael obeyed and as Fly finally pulled his black lid out of him, he
couldn't resist licking up the last drops of salty white fluid dripping of his
cock-head.
Fly was panting heavily as he pulled Michael's head away from his crotch. He ran
his thumb gently across Michael's lips, wiping off the left-over cum that was
still there.
"You have been a good boy Michael, you're not learning fast but when you've
learned the trick, you know how to perform it well. Now tell me, who's the
monkey now that dances to the lashes of his master?"
Michael bend his head shamefully and remained silent. Suddenly, the fog that had
clouded his thoughts and feelings disappeared and he realized how he had
degraded himself. He was lower than an animal, lower than a worm. He had been
used by Fly for his shear pleasure and he had eagerly pleasured him, not only
because he was afraid of corporal punishment, but also because he had partially
enjoyed it. It was as if a primitive part of him was longing to be dominated and
humiliated. He had noticed it before when he was strapped bare naked in Dr
Stanfield office, although he couldn't understand how he was ever able to become
excited by his own physical and mental destruction. At this very moment, all he
felt right now was embarrassment and shame. He wished that Fly would take him
away and lock him up somewhere in a deep dark hole and let him rot. He wasn't
worth to be called a man anymore.
Fly looked surprised as he noticed that Michael was sobbing, he forgot his cruel
intentions for a moment and started to caress his hair and put his arm around
his shoulder in order to comfort him. This kind gesture was enough to break up
Michael totally and he cried out bitter tears, clinging on Fly's feet like a
caught runaway slave begging for his master's forgiveness. Fly looked confused
at Jake, who got out of his chair and walked over to them. A large erection was
sticking out of his pants.
"Jake, maybe he had enough for today. Man look at him! He is totally wasted!"
Jake pushed Fly roughly aside and pulled Michael back by his hair. "Don't tell
me what to do with him! You had your share, now it's my turn!" He unzipped his
trousers and pulled out his gigantic cock, fully erect and already gleaming with
moisture. He pulled down his trousers and his pants and stood there waiting,
holding his huge erection in his hand. "Come here, white boy! Let me show you
who's the superior race in here." his voice was loud and threatening, as a
thunderstorm approaching an open field. "I said come over here boy!"
Michael crawled on his hands and bleeding knees towards Jake. His vision was
blurred by his tears and snot was dripping of his nose. His heart sank down his
stomach as he kneeled in front of Jake and saw his immense black cock, dripping
with cum. Fly had already been well equipped, but Jake's genitals were HUGE.
Michael whimpered softly as Jake ordered him to open his mouth. As Jake pushed
his gigantic lid against his lips, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and
swallowed the first part of the cock inside. While Michael was still trying to
be able to breathe and suck the huge dick at the same time, Jake thrust his
gigantic lid deeper into him, forcing it down his throat. Michael retched and
started to cough, Jake ignored him as he gave another mighty thrust. Michael
felt as if Jake had shoved his steaming hot cock into his stomach. He had to
fight the urge to throw up. Jake grinned maliciously as he saw Michael trembling
at his feet, almost suffocating on his gigantic lid that penetrated his mouth.
"Man, Fly was right! You are really a cock-sucking bitch! Maybe this virgin
cunthole of yours can fit even more inside you white trailer-trash slut!!" And
with that said, he rammed his cock till up to his balls into Michael's mouth,
stretching it painfully to its limits. Michael moaned and tears filled his eyes.
His lips were bursting and his throat was hurting badly. Jake seemed finally
content with the position of his cock and he started to rape Michael harshly in
his throat. He banged him as a whore and pulled his hair painfully in order to
increase his pleasure. "I am fucking your face you horny bitch, can you feel me
inside you, tearing up your gullet? You cock sucking whore!! But you like it,
don't you!? You white ass slut!! You like it!!" Michael was suffering heavily,
Jake was banging him so hard that his neck jerked violently backwards each time
he rammed is dick inside him. The friction of his penis caused his sore lips to
burn and his tongue was dry with the taste of cum. Jake on the other hand was
working himself to a climax, riding him like a rodeo-cowboy riding a bull.
" Ohhhh YES, This is the stuff! SWALLOW IT YOU BITCH!!! SWALLOW IT!!!
YES!!!!YES!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He rammed his black cock inside him, faster, deeper, harder with each thrust he
gave. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, he was pushing and holding Michael's
hair in his gigantic hands in an iron grip. He finally came and shot a sea of
hot, steamy cum down Michael's gullet, flushing it down into his stomach. Jake
moaned loudly at his climax and roared like a conqueror. He pulled Michael away
from him and tossed him aside as if he was an old rag doll. Michael collapsed to
the floor, his mind empty and his abused body sore and broken. Jake kicked him
in his testicles and yelled in his ears.
"I've told you that you shouldn't have the balls to rise against me! Look at you
now white boy! You're pathetic! You're nothing!!"
He spat in Michael's face and kicked him in his genitals again. Michael
whimpered weakly and tried to crawl on his elbows away from his boots.
"Look at you!! You're a pathetic worm!! You crawl and drool like a dog!! You're
nothing you hear me?! You 're nothing!!"
"Please stop.." Michael had stopped dodging Jake's boots and lay still. His body
was in shock. He was finally losing consciousness and he was thankful for it.
His mind was clouded and he could hardly keep his eyes open. His head was too
heavy to hold up any longer and he lay it down on his arms to rest,
"Please...stop...." He pleaded, his voice was weak and almost inaudible. "Stop
hurting me...please...."
Jake raised his foot once more, but then seemed to calm down by the pleads of
his victim. He draw back his foot and spared him from his last torture
reluctantly.
"Give me a towel." He ordered Fly while he kept his eyes on Michael. Fly rushed
to the cabinet to fish out a snow white towel and handed it over to Jake. Jake
grabbed it and swept the sweat from his eyebrows, he than leaned silently to the
cold tiled wall and searched his pockets for a cigarette, finding it in his
right pocket. As he placed the cigarette filter between his lips, Fly's hand
swiftly moved in front of him, igniting a cigarette burner with his thumb. Jake
lit his cigarette nonchalantly, he inhaled the smoke and let the hot air roll
over his tongue. As he let the smoke escape through his nostrils, he kept
staring at Michael, who lay quivering on the floor. Michael had his eyes half
closed and he gazed empty into the distance like a zombie, all his will to life
beaten out of him.
"Fly." Jake's voice sounded calm, the hate and anger that had poisoned him since
Michael's escape seemed to have vanished.
"Fly, we better make sure that we clean up the mess that we have made."
Fly nodded silently and without further saying a word Jake walked over to
Michael, he squatted down, reached out his hand and stroke gently through
Michael's hair. He looked like a gigantic child squatting down to pet a small
rabbit. Michael writhed and tried to turn away from him, but he was too weak. He
begged softly for his mercy; "Please stop...stop hurting me.." Michael flickered
his eyes to clear his vision, he was so tired, so exhausted, he wanted to sleep.
"Hush white boy, hush....keep still."
Jake pushed Michael's head down gently, as he ran his fingers through his moist
hair he noticed that his locks were sticky with coagulated blood. It stained his
black hands a deep color purple.
"Fly." He spoke softly as he tried not to alarm Michael. "Get iodine and some
clean bandage from the medicine cabinet."
While Fly rushed off to get the stuff, Jake took off the towel that he had hung
around his neck and used it to cover Michael's naked body. Michael reacted
instinctively and crawled underneath the towel, he pulled up his legs close
against his trembling body, trying to preserve the little warmth that he was
still able to produce.
"Don't you worry white boy. We will get you fixed again."
Hesitatingly, Michael relaxed his exhausted body as Fly came back and they
started cleaning his wounds with a soft piece of cloth. He writhed as Jake
dabbed iodine on his wretched knees but as he realized that they were tending
his wounds, he tried to lay as still as possible. Jake bound his wounds and
rubbed salve on his sore anus and lips. He dabbed cold water on his swollen face
and cleaned crust and blood from his hair carefully, trying not to disturb his
head injury.
"We can't bring him back like this to his isolation cell Jake." Mentioned Fly.
"If Dr Stanfield sees in what kind of state he's in, he's gonna flip."
Jake looked at Fly for moment, he was right. Although corporal punishment was
something that the Doc approved, the pitiful condition Michael was in right now
and his wounds on his lips and anus would certainly evoke questions. If the Doc
ever found out about the sexual abuse Jake and Fly conducted on the patients,
they were both bound to be punished. Personally, nothing scared Jake more than
to be dismissed from his duty at the institute. Despite his physical appearance,
he was a nobody outside the institute, just another ill educated black man with
no prospect for a better future. Inside the asylum however, he was feared by the
inmates over whom he had absolute power. He had such a notorious reputation that
all his colleagues were at least intimidated by him. The truth is that Jake is
so addicted to the power he had over people in the asylum, that he couldn't
imagine working anywhere else. He had to think of something to hide Michael from
the Doc till he was recovered from his worst injuries.
"We can lock him up in the old coal cellar, nobody ever comes there."
Fly agreed with the plan, they waited till it was past midnight when most of the
staff had gone home. Then they dragged Michael down to the basement. The coal
cellar had not been used for it's purpose for many years, it was converted into
a storage room for old patient files and discarded furniture. However, decades
of coal dust had stained the walls and floor as black as the night, creating a
sinister atmosphere in the cellar at night. The cellar had also a small barred
window but no heating, and the cold wind that came through the window made
Michael's skin form Goosebumps. Fly covered a corner of the cellar floor with a
couple of dirty looking cloths and ordered Michael to kneel on them. He chained
him with his collar to a pipeline that ran across the wall.
"I guess we are ready for tonight, I can check on him tomorrow morning."
Jake nodded, as Fly left, Jake once more jerked on Michael's chain just to check
if it was secured enough, then he also left.
Michael sat motion less on his wretched knees for hours. The cloth that covered
the floor underneath his knees had become drenched with blood. Although he was
exhausted and his tormented body longed for rest, he was afraid that Jake and
Fly might still be fooling around with him and were playing a cruel game of hide
and seek. He thought that if he moved as much as an inch while they were gone,
they would come back and beat him up again. But as the hours crawled by and he
got weaker and weaker, he eventually found enough courage to let himself lie
down and rest. He curled himself up to a tight ball to preserve warmth, his cold
penis and balls pushed close against his warm belly. The draught in the cellar
made his naked body tremble like a leaf. As he closed his eyes, he tried to
imagine himself lying there on the floor, chained like a dog, abused and beaten,
left in the cellar to rot. He thought that he would cry out in desperation, that
he would somehow feel sorry for himself or his broken body, but he was not able
to. It was as if he had already shed away all his tears and that there were none
left to cry.
