The Story Of Indio

I have taken some time off from writing the story of my brother of choice, particularly because this bit of the story was so painful. When I last wrote of Indio, months ago, he was about to get involved in an S&M scene with Count Iglehart, while being pimped by an awful little creep called Pimples.

 

Indio should have walked out of there, and to Kiasi's credit, he never would have ordered Indio into such a situation if he'd known what happened. When Indio began whipping Count Iglehart, the Count had a fatal heart attack.

 

Kiasi wanted to help Indio out, but Indio insisted that Kiasi stay out of the ensuing legal battle, as the last thing Indio wanted was for his Master to be deported.

 

There was a lot of legal folderol, but, despite Sipple and his father helping with legal expenses, Indio was sentenced to ten to fifteen years in prison for manslaughter.

 

Indio had made bail and continued with his studies, but of course he had to go into the Lorton Reformatory at age nineteen, where he ended up serving seven years and eight months of the fifteen year sentence...and what a time he had!

 

Nothing happened to Indio during the time he was in the Processing phase, but when he finally made it into general population, many of the older, bigger convicts were fascinated by this beautiful young half-breed.

 

It had been all over the Washington Star, about Indio losing his scholarship because he'd gotten involved in male prostitution, and there were a number of convicts who wanted to get a piece of him, the biggest of whom was a con I'll call Scalpel.

 

"Forget it!" Indio told Scalpel the first time Scalpel made his approach. But Scalpel was friendly, and Indio quite naive. Indio had a two pack a day Luckie habit, and so he was quick to accept Scalpel's offer of cigarettes and candy.

 

 When Scalpel explained, at the end of two weeks of "spoiling" Indio, that the young man owed him a debt, Indio was horrified.

 

"There are two ways to handle it, sweetcakes" Scalpel told Indio kindly. "You can be my bitch, or I can sell you to some other guys, and they'll fuck all the cute-juice out of you...you don't want that, do you?"

 

But Indio decided to fight Scalpel, and they had quite a tussle, because although Scalpel was a lot bigger, Indio knew about four kinds of martial arts. But in the end Indio's head was down on the cold stone floor of Cellblock #3352, and Scalpel's boot was on Indio's neck.

 

"Sugar, why don't you give in" Scalpel asked soothingly. "Otherwise I'll have to knock your teeth out so you can give a softer, kinder blowjob, and it'll ruin your pretty face.

 

 I like it that you want to play hard to get, but there's only so long that I'll spend breaking a rebellious colt before I get out the big gun to shoot him."

 

Casually, Scalpel's other boot jammed down on the little stiff cock between Indio's legs, making the ball sack feel as if it were being pummeled by a sledgehammer.

 

Somehow, Indio heard kindness in Scalpel's words, and against his will, he began growing an erection. As he moaned, Scalpel took his boot off Indio's neck, and my brother got up and stripped off his prison uniform.

 

Indio then knelt and undid Scalpel's zipper and pulled out Scalpel's huge cock and began sucking it tenderly, giving Scalpel the best blowjob he'd had in his lifetime from man or woman.

 

Scalpel got quite excited feeling Indio's expert tonguing and biting of his massive cock, and after a while, he grabbed Indio's ears and began skull-slamming him, making poor Indio choke on the huge penis log filling his mouth up, utterly.

 

"Oh yes...yes" Scalpel moaned, closing his eyes and thinking of hot blonde girls fucking as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Indio's throat. Indio willed himself not to have a gag reflex, hoping he would not choke to death...but he knew that Scalpel was the ultimate Master.

 

"More, more...(slam) You know you want it boy (slam slam) Oh yeah..." Scalpel jammed and jammed the cock again and again and finally shot his load down Indio's throat, and Indio swallowed it without a murmur.

 

"I need a lot of toughness, Master" Indio said, his brown eyes gazing into Scalpel's submissively. "I need the strap. Is there one here in the cellblock?" Scalpel's scarred face broke into a grin.

 

"I guess you do need one at that. Bend your naked little body over the bunk, and we'll see what we can do with my belt."

 

Scalpel put his beef into whipping Indio's tender little buttocks, and Indio had never felt the strap hitting as harshly.

 

Scalpel was a starting pitcher for one of the prison ball teams, and aimed the strop so it savaged Indio's buttocks, his inner thighs, and easily cracked between where his little nutsack was.

 

"Open them legs, boy!" Scalpel screamed, and again and again his strap slammed Indio's balls into the concrete floor as Indio sobbed and tried to hold out against the intense pain.

 

When Indio moved his legs together protectively, Scalpel kicked them apart violently, and the toe of his boot kicked the scrotum again before the strop began landing against the floor.

 

For my female readers, I have a difficult time explaining how tender the testicles are, and Indio had had them tortured extensively in the past. They'd been burned, squeezed and whipped, but nothing like this.

 

Scalpel had been locked up in Lorton Reformatory for eighteen of his thirty-seven years. He'd come in originally to protect a younger brother from being sentenced on a drug charge, and then he'd killed a predator who had tried to take his rectum the first night in jail.

 

Unfortunately, the predator had been a guard, not a convict, so Scalpel's sentence had gone from five years for possession to life plus twenty-five. So Scalpel had spent the last eighteen years fighting, running gangs...he was the toughest inmate in the reformatory, and he could make poor Indio pay!

 

Scalpel bounced the strop off Indio's ass, legs and feet and then worked his way back up to Indio's shoulders. Indio's screams of anguish had every convict on the block masturbating with excitement.

 

When he was done, and Indio was crying and moaning, Scalpel bent over, dropped his own pants and began fucking Indio in the ass. "And Indio, I think when I'm done, I'll let the boys come in and take their turns with you."

 

"But Master" Indio pleaded. "You said you would just have me for yourself." But as he heard his Master's cruel laughter, Indio only bent over weeping softly, and listened for the cell door to open, and soon the crowded little room was filled with big, strong, horny men.

 

Indio was turned over on his back. A penis went into Indio's asshole, and a second into his mouth. Indio, with some prodding from Scalpel's strap, was encouraged to take two more dicks in each hand, and to start jerking.

 

 Four men were now being serviced, and when Indio's mouth, hands and rectum were filled with cum, four more came to take the other's place and again it started.

 

Eventually the men wanted "sloppy seconds" and forced Indio to just go on his knees and give blowjob after blowjob, with men coming and going from the "party" as it was called. Indio told me later that his mouth felt like it was repeatedly jammed with marbles or something, there was so much in and out fucking.

 

Ferret O'Neil told Scalpel that his dick felt like heaven in that little Indian's mouth, and Clarence the Clutch said he'd not felt so good since he'd beheaded his mother and used her for a bowling ball. Sneaky Snyder wanted Indio to lick out his filthy, gonorrhea infested buttocks, and Scalpel made Indio give the Sneak a thorough rimming.

 

By the time it was over, Indio was exhausted, and his mouth was quite distended, as was his rectum. His hands were exhausted, and unlike Kiasi, who would have comforted Indio in his strong arms at this point,

 

Scalpel just threw the little half-breed on the floor, to shiver in the corner. As Indio's hand moved to stroke his own cock Scalpel stomped it with a boot.

 

"Don't you dare touch that little wiener of yours, son." Scalpel said harshly. "You don't deserve it. You've got a lot of serving to do before your fun time starts."

 

That night, as Scalpel slept comfortably on his own bunk, and Indio's bunk was filled with boxes of Scalpel's stuff, my poor brother was tied up in the corner of the hard cell, sleeping uncomfortably, but fully aroused.

 

Indio's hands were tied behind his head, and his feet were tied to his hands, but somehow Indio tried to cum by rubbing his dick against the cruel bricks in the cell. It didn't come to fruition, but Indio was quite aroused in trying.

Scalpel had made a real strict rule that Indio not pleasure himself until he'd been Scalpel's cellmate for about sixty days. Indio had one helluva chastity restriction there, he thought, but Scalpel was unflinching.

 

"You need to take care of my needs, Sugar, and learn to be a good little Maytag. (what a cellmate who washed clothes and tended to a dominant jocker was called) and take care of those of my boys before you get to poke that little pecker o' yours."

 

Scalpel's laugh had resonated through the cellblock, watching the horny Indio gazing wistfully and dejectedly at his own pulsating, unfulfilled member.

 

Scalpel would also occasionally, after having cum in Indio's mouth again and again, tease Indio's penis a bit, before ordering my brother to shove the hard, precum soaked erection back into his pants.

 

Indio was determined, though to do Scalpel's will and not touch his erection at all...but it was too hard. No pun intended. All those hot, meaty men in a prison environment, having to shower next to those beautiful naked bodies...were torment.

 

Big, thick, swinging dicks, others small but quite nubile, wee-wee's everywhere, just the best and most delicious looking members Indio had ever seen!

 

Once in the shower room, after Indio had been denied an orgasm about eighteen days, a beautiful, slender boy with curly hair called Henrik sidled up to Indio, and had asked my brother with full simpering lips, to do his back.

 

Indio had industriously scrubbed the beautiful young boy's back, buttocks and thighs before Henrik had turned around and planted a wet one on Indio's mouth.

 

 Henrik's tongue darted in and out of Indio's mouth, and Indio, sore for some tenderness after the vicious reception from Scalpel and the boys had nearly burst into tears from gratitude.

 

Henrik turned around again in the shower and rubbed his soft, tiny bubble-buttocks against Indio's rock-hard cock as the poor half-breed gasped with desire.

 

Henrik laughed and tossed his curls as Indio pulled closer to the little fairy-boy. "You really seem excited there, brown boy" Henrik said lightly. "Not had much in a while?"

 

"I'm not supposed to umm, cheat on my  cellmate-lover" Indio stammered. He'd never been close to someone of such obvious beauty before. Henrik spun around, pouting and ran a long finger down Indio's heaving chest. "That's too bad, really...I'd love to have my bun filled with your dog, honey."

 

Then Henrik leaned over and stuck his tongue down Indio's throat before telling him "I'll see you tomorrow, baby!" and running out of the shower room.

 

Indio obsessed about Henrik all night, trying not to touch himself. Scalpel commented on the enthusiasm Indio had in sucking dick that evening, not knowing that Indio was fantasizing about Little Lord Fauntleroy of the Shower.

 

The next day, Indio came into the showers and saw Henrik there, but Henrik was talking to another showering inmate. Henrik saw Indio, and instead of prancing over, just rolled his eyes and turned to the other fellow, a black man and talked to him some more.

 

At one point they both looked at Indio and giggled, and Indio became enraged. He stomped over and looked at Henrik, his penis hardening against his will.

 

Henrik looked at Indio again and then looked back at the Negro. He then kissed the Negro lightly on the cheek, and flicked the guy's nipple. Indio felt his eyes filling with tears. What kind of a sadist was this?

 

Finally Henrik patted the black fellow and turned lazily to Indio, who was overcome with anger, sadness and agony. "What's wrong there, Wog?" Henrik asked with an impudent, heart shaped smile. "Trying to monopolize me?"

 

Indio tried not to grit his teeth. "Well, I just thought you wanted to get together again and be...friends?" What could he want with Henrik? He couldn't cheat on Scalpel--might get killed doing that, but he couldn't get Henrik out of his mind.

 

"But honey-bun" Henrik said, pouting heavily. "I thought you couldn't fool around, anyway, and why would you want to just be friends with a country boy like me?" 

 

Henrik put his hand on Indio's shoulder and pushed my brother down on his knees. The curly boy then forced Indio on his back and began rubbing his foot on Indio's penis back and forth, as Indio gasped.

 

"You like that, don't you honey?" Henrik asked this casually as his toes traveled down Indio's scrotum and began pressing heavily on Indio's ball sack.

 

Before Indio could wince in pain, Henrik's toes traveled slowly back up his undershaft, and Indio's eyes rolled back in his head. Everyone else in the shower room was staring as Indio lay on the wet floor, and the beautiful Henrik ran his foot up and down Indio's dick.

 

"What's wrong, honey?" Henrik asked gently as his foot went back and forth, covering Indio's crotch with little step-teases. "You afraid you're going to get in trouble for messing around with me?"

 

Henrik's foot managed somehow to land on Indio's frenum, and he began circulating the heel of his foot on Indio's penis, so that the penis was being stimulated round and round.

 

Indio couldn't believe how wonderful this was. His poor neglected penis was finally getting its due...though he was terribly worried that Scalpel might find out!

 

Indio noticed that Henrik's toenails were manicured in a French style and that someone was taking great care in maintaining Henrik's feet...they were like a young girls.

 

Henrik seemed to know the greatly neglected spots on Indio's trembling penis and he touched every spot up and down with the right precision, as if  he could feel it himself.

 

"I used to do this for my lover, you know" Henrik said with a smile, as his foot passed back and forth across Indio's suffering crotch. "That's why I'm here...I had a fat old man as my rich lover and he ended up signing thousands and thousands of dollars over to me that belonged to his family...and then I got him to bug the Supreme Court!"

 

Henrik laughed lightly, thinking of this. "I was involved also with one of the justices--can't tell you which one, but he was quite conservative--and I wanted to get incriminating stuff. But I was caught swindling poor Osbert, and given five years in this dreadful prison...it's so boring and tiresome...even with letters and money orders from Osbert every week!"

Henrik laughed and then spat directly in Indio's face, just for the fun of it, but my brother-in-choice just lay there and took it, because he was so desperate to get the massage...

 

Henrik continued this foot-penis massage for a bit...then, just as Indio was about to cum, Henrik jumped back and turned the shower directly on Indio's crotch, ice cold and Indio screamed.

 

"Just wanted you to stay honest for your lover baby!" Henrik said, as he dashed off, laughing.