Danny Morrison started selling sex when he was still legally jail bait, before he'd even turned sixteen. Whenever he was short a few bucks, he would hang round outside bars or the public washroom in the park - or even inside the washroom. Most nights there would sooner or later be some guy with the lust and the money to buy Danny's offerings, whether it be his juicy mouth or his tight asshole.

And there was the occasional guy who would pay to suck Danny off, or better still, bend over for Danny to fuck him. Danny liked it any way.

Danny was cute, even good-looking, and he knew it. He used this to get him whatever he wanted, from men or women, and he was always successful.

What Danny wasn't was smart or industrious. He wasn't smart enough to land a good-paying job, or hard-working enough to keep a lowly-paid one.

It was these flaws that led Danny to try to make a regular living by selling himself to other men for sex. By age 18 he was doing pretty well at it; by 19 he was doing really well at it; but by the time he was 20, the market was in a slump. He was losing his boyish charm. Most of the street clients wanted young meat, not some aging street kid. By the time Danny turned 21, he was getting desperate. That's when he turned to drugs and robbery.

No, he wasn't selling drugs; he was using them. And no, he wasn't addicted — yet! But when things got bad, he needed that edge to tide him through.

So it was that Danny was pretty ripped when beat up one of his clients who refused to hand over his wallet in Deer Lake Park. He might have gotten away with it, except for the facts that the man made quite an outcry, that another park walker called 9-1-1, and that a cop car was cruising nearby. When Danny took the wallet and fled the scene, he ran straight into the arms of the police.

And so it was, that Danny, who had a clean record up till now, came before the judge, and because he had hit the client with a "weapon", was charged with and found guilty of armed robbery, and was given 12 months plus a day in maximum security. Poor Danny. If he hadn't picked up that chunk of fallen tree branch, he would have gone to a minimum security prison.

The next few days after sentencing were rather a blur, but late one evening Danny eventually found himself dressed in prison garb and being escorted to the cell which was to be his home for the next twelve months. The Corrections Officer waved him inside.

"New company for you, Bart. This is Danny Morrison, " he called to the man sprawled on one of the two cots secured to the walls. "You must be real horny after being alone in here for a whole month. Don't tear his asshole up too bad. Save some for me," the guard chuckled. The man he called Bart looked up, vaguely interested.

To Danny, the guard said, "Meet Bart, your new room-mate. They call him Black Bart round here. He's a real mean fucker - in both senses of the term. But I'm sure you'll find that out for yourself pretty damned quick." Laughing at his own joke, the screw left them alone.

"What you in for?" growled Bart from his bunk.

For all Bart's reputation, Danny wasn't the least bit nervous. "Armed robbery," he replied. "I was armed with a tree branch."

Bart guffawed. "Real dangerous cuss, aren't you?" He didn't wait for an answer, and Danny didn't proffer one. Bart continued, quite matter-of-factly:

"You know I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass, don't you?"

Just as matter-of-factly, and quite coolly, Danny replied,"

"Yep, I figured so."

"Ain't you scared?"

"Nope,"Danny told him. "I've been fucked once or twice before." Once or twice? he thought to himself. Now that's an understatement!

"By a dick this big?" Bart asked. When Danny looked, Bart had unzipped the front of his orange prison jump-suit and had flipped his cock out.

Danny considered. If he said yes, Bart might feel offended, so Danny lied: "Well, not quite," he replied. "But close."

"Hmm," Bart sniffed. "You got any diseases? STDs?"

"Nope," Danny replied. "No HIV, no other sexually transmitted, no Hep C. Got a clean bill of health just before I was arrested."

"Man," Bart exclaimed. "You gonna be my new bitch!"

Danny had to admit to himself that right now he was feeling some trepidation as Bart stood up, shrugging off his orange jump-suit so that he was naked to the waist. The jump-suit hung from his hips.

At the same time, he was able to sum up the situation coolly. He studied Black Bart. The man was dark-skinned, for sure, but not really what you'd call a black man. He was more of a light mulatto. Oddly enough, his dick was darker than the rest of him, and it was pretty large. But Danny had seen white men with large, black-looking dicks before - and been fucked by them.

Putting on a front of calmness, Danny stood up to the man: "You can fuck me if you like. It might be fun for both of us. But I ain't gonna be no man's bitch."

Bart's face contorted. He scowled and bared his teeth like a great ape. He thrust his ugly face forward, close to Danny's and let out an animal growl. He drew back a raised fist, ready to smash it into Danny's face. Danny did not flinch.

The fist hung there in the air.

The Black Bart grinned, and the fist lowered.

"Well, fuck me," he growled. "Ain't you the one! I usually scare the shit out of the new boys."

"OK," he added. "You don't hafta be my bitch if you don't wanna, but we gotta let people think you are. Otherwise there'll be all sorts of dudes hasslin' you and givin' you a bad time. If they think your mine, they'll leave you alone."

Danny nodded in understanding. "How we gonna do that?" he asked.

"Well right now, I'm gonna fuck you like I said, and you're gonna make a big fuss about it, like you're being raped or something, even if you are enjoyin' it. Get it?

"Yeah," Danny agreed. "They'll think you broke my will."

"Well, somethin' like that," Bart agreed. "Now get up against the bars and drop your jumps!"

Danny had always thought that in prison there would be absolutely no privacy, that there was always another cell opposite yours, with the other guys looking in, but he saw now that wasn't the case. He was on the second tier of the cell block. The cell looked out onto the walkway which ran past the cells on this tier, sort of a balcony, separated from the outer wall of the cell block by maybe fifteen feet. No-one could see in, except maybe a passing guard.

"Why don't we just do it on your bunk? Or mine" Danny asked.

"Maybe later," agreed Bart, "But right now I want everyone to know I'm fuckin' you."

So Danny did as he was told. He dropped his prison jump-suit to his hips and leaned against the barred door, waiting for Bart's onslaught.

He heard Bart behind him. "You want lube?" Bart asked.

"Sure, if you got it," Danny agreed. After all, Bart did have a pretty big cock.

"Condom?"

"You got those too?" Danny asked incredulously. Bart chuckled.

"The government supplies them," he told Danny. "Kind of ironic. They punish us for havin' sex if they catch us, but they gives us condoms anyway. Saves them money from treating us for AIDS."

"Are you poz or neg?" asked Danny.

"Negative," Bart assured him.

"Then no condom," Danny agreed.

As he leaned against the bars, waiting, Danny amazed even himself. Here he was, about to be butt-fucked in prison, and calming discussing whether to use condoms or not. Leaning there, his bare ass for the taking, was the first time Danny considered his ass as "bait" - for bigger, more powerful fish, not as predators, but as protection. If he could keep a couple of big sharks hovering round himself, lesser predators might well keep away. Bart would be one of those protective sharks

He felt Bart slip a greased finger into his hole. It felt good.

"Make some racket," Bart whispered. "Let the guys all over think I'm raping you."

"But what about the guards?" Danny asked.

"They'll just ignore it. Makes their jobs simpler."

"Help!" Danny yelled. "Oh, don't! Please don't hurt me."

"Louder!" Bart whispered. Danny felt the finger withdrawn and the head of Bart's uncut cock pushing against his entryway.

Danny let out a faked scream. "Take it out! Take it out! It hurts! Please stop!"

He felt Bard shoving hard against his rectum. He felt his sphincter parting, opening, stretching, stretching, then the head of Bart's cock slipped inside him. Danny let out a real scream of pain, but then the pain was past and gone as Bart's rod slid easily inside his anal cavity.

"Now I'm going to fuck you hard, and you gonna groan and scream all the time," Bard ordered.

Bart started to rhythmically fuck Danny's ass, and every time he shoved forward, Danny let out a fake scream or groan or plea for mercy. In truth, there was quite a bit of pain, but it was good pain, the pain of being powerfully and enjoyably fucked by a nice big cock.

It must have been convincing, because there were calls of encouragement from other inmates up and down the cell block.

"Ride him, Bart!"

"Fuck him good!"

"Blow a load in him for me."

Each time Bart pounded him, it made the cell door rattle, adding the the impression of rape on a grand scale.

"I'm gonna cum pretty quick," whispered Bart. "When I do, give out a really big scream, then moan for a bit. All the guys on the block will be beating their meats."

As Bart started to tense and strain forward into him, Danny did as he was told and let out a loud, convincing scream, followed by a series of diminishing groans and moans, as if he were absolutely ravished and destroyed.

In fact, Danny was a little sorry when Bart pulled out. He could have done with more of that painful-pleasurable pounding.

Bart shouted out through the bars, for all the world to hear:

"Don't you cunts get any ideas, you hear? This man-pussy is all mine. Keep your fingers off him if you don't want to lose them. He's my bitch!"

Bart motioned Danny over to sit beside him on his bunk. Danny sat. He noticed that Bart still had an impressive hard, even though he had just cum.

"I'm not finished yet," Bart told him. "It's been over a month since I had sex with a guy. It looks like you're not finished either," he added, grasping Danny's stiffy. "Let's get out of the rest of these clothes and get down to business."

They both shrugged off their boots and socks, jump-suits, and undies, the Bart climbed on top of Danny as he lay back on the bunk, and their hard manhoods rubbed together, thrillingly.

"You like this?" he asked Danny.

"Yeah, I like," Danny agreed, and the two of them kissed greedily, grinding their pubic areas against each other. By the time they finished for the night, Danny had fucked Bart hard, and Bart had once more cum inside Danny. They both used the stainless-steel toilet to get rid of the loads before climbing into their respective bunks.

As he drifted off to sleep that first night, Danny thought to himself, "Prison's not that bad after all."

But in the morning, Danny found out that although he might be safe from other prisoners, he was not immune to the whims of the guards.

He was awoken by the loud rattle of a nightstick on the cell bars and the clanging, grinding of the cell tier deadbolt mechanism.

"All you rookies, you new lags, in your undies and outside for inspection, right now!"

"You old fuckers stay right where you are!"

Danny heard the guard unlocking individual cell doors. Their own cell was unlocked, too.

Bart jerked his head toward the door of the cell, indicating Danny should step out.

"This guy Jones is a real asshole," Bart hissed to him. "I'm gonna get him good one of these days."

"Now!" the guard named Jones screamed at them as they slouched out of their cells. Danny glanced along the tier. There were five other young inmates beside himself. Danny had been about to pull on his jump-suit when the scream of "Now!" came. He found himself outside on the walkway with his jump-suit still in his hands. He tried to hide it behind his back.

"Form up! By your doors!" the guard screamed. "At attention!"

A second guard stood nearby, an automatic rifle in his hands. The six inmates lined up as ordered.

The noisy guard sauntered along the line, poking one prisoner in the ribs with his nightstick, another in the balls, making rude comments as he came down the line. When he got to Danny, he immediately noticed the jump-suit.

"What's wrong, boy? You shy about your body or something. Don't be. It looks pretty fine to me. Drop that suit!" Jones demanded.

Danny did as ordered.

"Now drop your undies" Let us all see what you hiding there!"

Danny complied again. His soft dick was nothing to be ashamed of, hanging down a good five inches even soft, but the guard sneered.

"What you gonna do with that little thing?" he laughed. "That won't even touch the sides of Bart's asshole. But I hear he's already ripped you a new one!"

"Fuck you!" Danny whispered.

Before he could even flinch, the guard swung the nightstick, hitting Danny hard in the balls. Pain flooded through his body. Lights flashed off and on in his head, and he crumpled to the steel floor. He lay there, writhing, unable to stand.

"Bart!" the guard shouted. "Come get your bitch! Get him out of my sight!"

Danny, still engulfed in pain, felt himself being dragged back inside the cell. He vaguely heard the guard ordering the other rookies back into their cells, and the clanging of the deadbolt sealing them in once more.

When the pain subsided somewhat, he was still lying on the cell floor, Bart looking down at him amusedly. "It gets better," Bart said.

At chow time, when Bart led Danny down to the mess hall for the first time, other prisoners eyed Danny up, some looking sympathetic, knowing of the "rape" by Bart, and the blow to the gonads by Jones, but others smirked, as if to say, "You'll learn, punk!"

In the next few days, Bart showed Danny the ropes: chow line, work details, exercise yard, prison laundry, infirmary, and library. He introduced him to the chaplain, and to the guard who had first brought him to the cell. Danny learned the guard's name was Donovan - Mike Donovan, and that he was "alright" in Bart's eyes.

"Bart broke you in, eh?" Donovan grinned. "Well, you know he always shares with me? I'm gonna get to fuck your sweet ass to, you know?"

Danny gave him back a friendly smile.

"Might be fun," he said. "Maybe even a threesome, eh?" And the hook was truly baited. Danny knew he would soon be adding another layer of protection to his prison armour.

It was a couple of days later that Donovan accosted Bart and Danny right after noon chow time.

"Hope you two are real fueled up," he said. "I've got an outside detail for the two of you. Your gonna get some new callouses."

As Donovan escorted the two through the series of gates and control points, he explained:

"The rail lines run right by the prison walls. A coal freight lost a couple of cars last night nearby. One of them turned over. They cleaned up most of the mess with a front end loader. You two have volunteered to clean up the small stuff by hand."

Donovan eventually lead them to a Corrections vehicle in in the courtyard just inside the prison gates. He motioned them into the back seat and locked then in. They were separated from the front seat by steel mesh. Another Corrections officer joined them and got in the front seat with Donovan, who was driving. They drove to the front gate, were okayed at the checkpoint, and the gates opened and they drove out.

The clean-up site was only about a quarter of a mile down the road. The highway ran beside the railway, and the coal debris had spilled onto it. The front end loader had picked up and reloaded most of the coal into the righted car on a spur a couple of hundred yards down the line. There were already shovels, wheelbarrows, buckets, and heavy yard brooms waiting for the "volunteers."

The second officer sat in the vehicle, listening to his iPod, while the two "volunteers" shoveled and swept and loaded the two barrows, overseen by Donovan, who told them, "No need to hurry. If we're late for evening chow, I'll see you get a special meal - a real meaty one." He chuckled at his own joke, but didn't explain.

They other officer would emerge from his vehicle whenever it was time to make the trek to the waiting railcar, and the two officers would escort the two criminals along the roadside to the railcar on the spur line.

It was dirty work. Passing vehicles would whip up the coal dust and fling it all over the workers, and even Donovan. It would stick to their sweaty bodies, especially after they slipped out of the top halves of their jump-suits, and tied them round their waists using the sleeves. And when the two of them lifted a barrow to tip it into the coal-car black dust and soot would cascade all over them. They soon looked like a couple of actors in black-face.

It was right at the time of evening chow line when Donovan decided it was a job well-enough done, and drove them back to the prison compound, where the second officer left them. At Supplies, back inside the cell block, Donovan requisitioned fresh prison garb for them, everything from boots to socks to undies to jumpsuits, which they carried, trying hard not to soil them with coal dirt. He led them, not to their cell, but to the shower block, deserted now, with most prisoners and guard in the mess hall.

Like all parts of the cell block, the showers could be isolated from all other parts by steel gates and doors. Donovan locked these now, sealing the three of them inside, and all others out.

"OK, men," he told them, "strip it off. It's shower time — and playtime," he added.

Danny sensed what was coming, but it worked in with his plan to have not one, but two protectors — a con and a guard. He and Bart slipped off their filthy clothes and discarded them on a bench by Donovan, well away from where they had already placed their clean uniforms.

They turned on adjoining showers and let the water warm up and get hot before stepping under them. The strong jets of hot water quickly washed away the black soot of the day's digging and shovelling and sweeping.

"Ok, men," called Donovan, who had stood by watching them. "Soap up your dicks. Get 'em hard for me." There were liquid soap dispensers attached to the wall. Danny and Bart used them liberally.

Both Danny and Bart were quite open to a little masturbation, and soon both had hards.

"Feed my fantasies. Bart, I want you to pretend to attack Morrison and force him to blow you."

So while the hot, steamy water continued to cascade down on Danny's head, Bart turned off his shower and came at Danny from behind. He flung his brawny arm around Danny's neck, and growled theatrically,

"OK, punk, your gonna suck my fat dick. Down on yer knees!""

And just as theatrically, Danny pleaded,

"Oh, please don't hurt me Bart. I'll do anything you say!" He dropped to his knees, and Bart turned the water off before shoving his huge cock at Danny's face, its pink head protruding beyond his drawn-back foreskin and contrasting with the dark shaft.

Danny had always loved the taste and texture of man-dick and quite happily took Bart's cock into his mouth. He had already tasted this delicious sausage a few times since that first night in the cell, and he had had it inside him even more times.

Danny glanced sideways, to see how Donovan was enjoying this show. The guard had unzipped and flicked his cock out of his pants. It was now standing erect, pointing toward the heavens. How he wanted that cock, too.

As he continued to service Bart's cock, Danny watched Donovan out of the corner of his eye. The guard was undressing.

Regardless of the rules, Donovan had unbuckled his side-arm and laid the weapon on the bench near the pile of new clothes they had brought from supplies. Danny realized at that point that Donovan felt no threat from Bart, and guessed that the two of them had played this game before, that they were allies, and even lovers - at very least, Donovan was "alright" - as guards go.

Now he was beside Danny and Bart, his cock pushing forward aggressively.

"Suck this one, too!" he ordered. Danny dropped Bart's meat and licked and sucked Donovan's instead.

For a while he alternated between the two huge hunks of man-meat, but soon decided to try to get them both in his mouth at once. It was quite an effort, because both men had rather thick dicks. But he managed, and the two seemed to get even more thrill out of their cocks rubbing together as he toyed with them with his tongue and sucked on them as best he could.

"You reckon we could get both our cocks in your ass at once?" Donovan asked.

"Never done that before,' Danny told him, "but it does sound hot. We could try, as long as you stop when I tell you."

"Sounds really hot," agreed Bart. "It'll be up to you to tell us when to stop."

"OK, then," agreed Danny. "How we gonna do this?"

"I'll lay on my back," suggested Donovan, "with my cock sticking up. You sit on it and ride me." He did as he said, and lay on the wet, tiled floor, his cock sticking up rigidly. He held it there while Danny straddled him, facing him, and lowered himself down toward it.

"Wait!" cried Bart. He pumped a handful of liquid soap from the dispensers, and slathered it all over Danny's hole and Donovan's cock. "Not the best lube," he admitted, "but better than nothing."

Danny felt Donovan's cock-head pressed against his hole. He pushed himself downward and his hole stretched to accommodate Donovan's knob. Another push, and his hole stretched open and Donovan's cock slid inside. Danny could feel this thick member sliding up into himself until finally he was seated right down upon it.

"Oh, that's good," cried Donovan. "Now move up and down to loosen yourself up. Not too fast though. Don't make me cum."

As Danny's asshole relaxed, Donovan's cock felt better and better moving inside him. He felt he could take more. In fact, he wanted more.

"Lean forward on top of Donovan," Bart told him. He did so, and Bart's finger forced itself into his hole along with Donovan's dick. Danny could feel his asshole stretching even more, and willed himself to relax and allow the double invasion. He knew he would have to be completely relaxed to allow both cocks inside him at once.

Soon Bart had two fingers inside Danny's asshole, probing him, stretching him.

"OK" said Danny, after a few minutes of massage and probing. "I think I'm ready."

"Lay right forward," Instructed Bart. He did as he was told.

Danny couldn't see exactly what Bart was doing, but he knew he was somehow straddling Donovan behind Danny, either kneeling or squatting. But Danny could feel, and he felt the head of Bart's cock forcing its way into his hole on top of Donovan's cock, already buried deep in him.

The pain was intense, but Danny tried to ignore it. His hole slowly opened allowing Bart ho slide further and further inside him. Donovan could do nothing. He was pinned down by the weight of both of them.

Suddenly, something gave. The pain and pressure abated as all of Bart's cock slipped right into him, lying atop Donovan's rigid tool.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good," cried Bart as he began to slowly fuck Danny's ass. Donovan could hardly move, but Bart's movement massaged his cock, held tight inside Danny.

"Fuckin' rights!" agreed Donovan. "So hot! How you making out, Morrison?" he enquired of Danny.

"Hurt like hell at first," Danny told them, "but now it feels fuckin' fantastic!"

"This is so hot," said Donovan from below him. "I can feel your asshole gripping on my cock and Bart's cock rubbing up and down on it."

"Fuck, yeah," Bart agreed, as he speeded up his rhythmic penetration of Danny's ass. "But I think I'm gonna cum soon."

"Me, too," agreed Donovan.

Danny soon felt the tensing and the shuddering which signalled the fact that Bart was about to explode inside him. Then Donovan below him started to arch up, as his man-fluid flowed up his shaft and into Danny's hole, mixing with the hot cum spurting from Bart's hose.

All three men were gasping and groaning, the the two riders collapsed on top of Donovan and lay, all three, welded together and spent, for a few more moments, before Bart pulled himself out and peeled himself off Danny and Donovan, allowing those two to separate themselves.

Donovan turned on a shower, and all three huddled together under it, and Danny let the cum seep out of his asshole , run down his leg, and wash away down the drain.

Back in their cell, after a trip to the empty mess hall, where Donovan had the cooks whip up a quick meal for the three of them, while Bart lay on his bunk, reading an Incredible Hulk comic book, Danny considered his new life in prison so far as he smoked a bootleg cigarette.

Now Danny had not one, but two protectors - a con and a guard.

"Don't you worry about Jones," Donovan had assured Danny. "He won't bother you any more. I'll make sure of that."

Sure, Danny was young and vulnerable in prison, and he was jail bait. Or rather, he had the bait, and it was amazing what fish you could catch with the right bait. They all fell for it, even the sharks, the man-eaters.

Danny knew then that the coming year would be pretty good to him, even in prison.

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