Stockholm Captive

M/M with a bit of Cuckoldry. Ooooh.

Prison can be a harsh environment but some people learn to like all things harsh.

I drift in rhymes when I write so expect exactly that. Always interested in what readers think but please be kind…

Stockholm Captive.

The lights went out at ten. The cell went dark until my eyes adjusted and I was able to make my familiar surroundings out in a dull fire safety light that turned everything grey. The room was small. A single set on bunk beds, a sink, a toilet and a small cupboard for me and my cell mate to keep personal belongings in. One table and one chair.

I wondered if it would happen again tonight. My stomach knotted at the thought that it might. Two days now with nothing. Three wasn’t very common at all. He had thirteen years left to do. I didn’t know what he had done, we never spoke about that, but that much time was serious. I had four months or an original twelve left. He knew that. He knew I needed, that I was desperate, to keep out of trouble. I had stolen money. It was quite a bit if money and from an elderly relative. My first offence and here I was, disowned by my family, denied almost all contact with my girlfriend and sharing a cell with a guy who liked… well.

I had pleaded not guilty against advice. When the jury returned the verdict I expected to leave the court, to come back later on and begin the sentence after I had made arrangements, sorted things out. Then as the judge spoke it dawned on me that I wasn’t going home at all. At that point I was a convict. I went from court to prison in a daze. I found myself in a cell not too dissimilar from this one with a guy who had less to say than I did. Oh to be back there now knowing that boredom was the only likely event. But then saying that wasn’t strictly true was it? Not if I was honest with myself.

The bed above me creaked and sagged and my heart raced. Feet hung off the edge of the bed. Thick calves, huge feet. Max slid off the bed and landed heavily on the floor. I felt the impact. He was well over six feet, muscled though not chiselled. His days were spent in the gym. He had a short thick beard, a shaved head and so many tattoos on his body that they were joined mostly into one unruly pattern.

He frightened me. He knew he did. He liked it. Then I was back to not being honest with myself.

I expected to be told to get up. I expected it to start but Max walked instead to the toilet. With his back to me I heard him pee into the pan for a long time. I could see the back of his pants pulled down. He wore nothing underneath them. Max wasn’t shy.

Not tonight maybe. Another night when I could sleep and we would not play his ‘games’.

The games had begun on the third night after I was moved into the cell. The lights went out and the guards relaxed somewhere. People began to sleep, to talk in their cells. Max said he liked to wrestle and asked me to have a go with him in the small space the cell had. I was reluctant. I’m slim and not a fighter. There was something else behind the request, something that I wasn’t being told. I could sense it. I declined and was then pulled off my bunk, so playfully that y shoulder clicked audibly.

‘Come on, you’ll enjoy it,’ he had said.

He took off his t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms and stood waiting in a pair of blue briefs. He told me to do the same as this was how people wrestled. He asked my if I was a ‘shy girl’. I reluctantly undressed. Then began one if the most uncomfortable thirty minutes I have experienced. We wrestled, or rather he did and I was thrown around, slapped, choked and pinned to the cold hard floor.

Worse though was the complete lack of personal space and the way he would manhandle me. He was so strong I could do nothing about it. He got me in choke holds to begin with. When I tapped out after being pinned to the floor by the neck he slapped my face, playfully, and told me not to ‘concede so easy’. I was shocked. He just said he’d keep slapping me whenever I gave in like that. Even though he was twice my weight I was quickly exhausted from fighting against his sheer weight and brute strength. Finally he pinned me to the floor and sat on me. His bum on my chest. I turned away as I saw his briefs so close to my face. He moved back and I felt his balls pressing across my cheek. I could smell his unfamiliar body and feel the heat of his skin. I felt suffocated and alone. I felt helpless. He pulled at my legs until they were under his arms and I was almost bent double. He then stood and lifted me into the air by my legs. One hand grabbed by pants and then he let go if me. My pants remained in his hand as I began to fall to the floor. I could hear Max laughing as I sprawled onto the ground at his feet with my shorts around my ankles and trying to cover myself.

‘You like Greek wrestling then?’ he asked. Something told me Greek and naked were the same thing.

‘Let’s take them off then.’ Max pushed his briefs down and kicked them away. I looked away but I was aware of his body, his manhood and his size.

‘Take them off,’ he repeated with an edge this time. My briefs were around my knees as I sat awkwardly. I reluctantly kicked them off and trying to hide my shame I stood. As soon as I did I was grabbed in a strangle hold from behind. A hand found its way between my buttocks and gripped my balls tightly. From there I was lifted physically into the air. I was sitting on his large hand and being held by the neck. My balls were still gripped firmly and I have rarely, if ever, felt so vulnerable.

‘Give in too soon and you get a slap for being a pussy,’ he growled. He then dropped me to my feet with only his hand now holding by balls firmly between my legs from behind. I had to lean half over as he squeezed and I began to panic. It didn’t hurt so much as it kept me on the verge of panic. I was trying to move so that I kept it that side of pain. I was on my toes, my hand wanting to hold his arm but not daring to cross that line. He laughed at me and pulled my scrotum firmly. I tipped forward onto my hands. My balls stretched and tightened.

‘Please,’ I called out. I felt controlled completely. He spun and stepped over my back. I felt his own large bollocks on my back. He tugged up and I began to lift me off the ground.

‘Please,’ I repeated, ‘I give in.’ My hand banged on the floor. My balls were released and he stood and stepped off me.

‘Too easy,’ he said. I was on my hands and knees naked on the floor. I had stayed where I was unsure of what to do. I felt an almighty smack across my buttocks that stung intensely and made my cry out. It was followed by another and another. Ten or fifteen reined down and I yelped at the intensity and the pain that they caused. Then suddenly they stopped.

‘That’s enough for tonight Pussy,’ he said as he climbed up into his bunk. I returned naked to mine unable to find my briefs or my clothes. I lay under the covers, embarrassed and ashamed. My bum stung where he had spanked me. I remembered yelping and pleading. I felt sure others had heard and would know it was me. How could I face them? How could I live with Max?

What choice did I have?

As I lay there that first time I felt the movement of the bunk. A familiar movement that filled me with dread. A movement I knew and a movement most men in prison had heard at some point when the lights were out. Then came the increased breathing above me. The moans of such a large man.

‘Fucking Pussy,’ he groaned. To me, to nobody, but talking about me. He groaned repeatedly now and the mattress and springs above me stretched under his considerable weight. It was so close to me I felt hemmed in. A crescendo of groans and rocking and then he was silent. Soon followed the sound of snoring. That was when I noticed for the first time that I was hard.

When I was younger my older brother had a friend who to me was the coolest person on the planet. My brother didn’t like me to hang around with him, I was an embarrassment, but whenever I got the chance I was in awe of just being near Brad Cassman. He got ready for a night out at our house on one occasion and asked if he could use my room to change. My brother tried to chase me but Brad told me to stay. It was my room after all. Brad showered and then came in to get changed. Happy to just have this young god I’m my room I pretended to read while I watched what a man like him did to look so cool. The first thing he did was drop the towel. He then presented and studied himself naked in the mirror. I didn’t know it then but this was the capricious nature of vanity and I was probably the audience. He applied cologne and gel and attended to every perfection. Then he saw me watching in the mirror and I saw him smile. Brad was a narcissist and he liked to see my turmoil and embarrassment. It fuelled his love of himself and gave him the natural glow of confidence he used to attract those around him. I hadn’t know it then but somewhere in that room in that comparatively short time I found myself attracted, in a very innocent way, to a very handsome and very naked male.

The wrestling with Max became a regular thing. I would undress to my briefs hoping that this would be enough but it rarely was. He would often take his own off and tell me to do the same. Sometimes he would simply pull mine off during the wrestling. Naked was his favourite. One night early on as we wrestled naked he had pulled me onto my back and bent my legs back to my shoulders where he pinned me. He liked this position. It made me feel my most vulnerable. He was over me, over my face. I looked up as I was pushed and pulled around. He was ‘playfully’ slapping my balls in an effort to get me to submit. That’s when I noticed that he had an erection. I wasn’t surprised that he was hard. I had tried to hide a number of erections caused by the only physical contact I ever had. But I was by his size. He was really thick and really long. As I noticed he stopped.

‘Do you submit?’ he asked. As he spoke he gave my balls a particularly sharp slap sending an ache through them into my belly. I cried out and slapped the floor.

‘Yes, I submit.’

Max immediately stood and left me. There was no slap for an easy win, no instruction to get on all fours to be chastised. He climbed naked into bed which was my queue to do the same. In bed I waited. My balls ached a little. Then the bed began to rock as he wanked. I knew the sounds he made now. I listened in the dark until he came. The noises stopped and in time he slept. I hadn’t had sex since I was sentenced. I hadn’t wanted to masturbate since I was here. I only got a hard on when Max made me wrestle for which I felt very guilty. As I told myself it would stop my balls from aching my hand gripped my erection. Then I closed my eyes and I tried to think of my girlfriend Ellie. Instead what I thought of was what had just happened and what had kept happening. I thought of how I had just been, I skipped over the actual word in my head as it was too much, by another, much stronger, man. I stroked my cock slowly. I thought of the way he threw me about and what he would have seen as he bent me and pinned my legs to begin slapping my balls. I had fought but not so very hard. I was frightened. He was more powerful and far bigger. I was pinned and remained still as he slapped my genitals and laughed at my fear. As I neared a climax I saw his cock again as I had when I was pinned under him and helpless. His cock was so much larger than mine. As I came I felt repulsion and tried to see my girlfriend naked. The guilt was too much and the overpowering shame took over as soon as my climax began to ebb. My world had been flipped on its head and I was trapped in a life that I couldn’t believe was real. Then heavy snoring above me changed all that.

And now Max returned from the toilet. He didn’t flush or wash. He wasn’t unclean but at night he played games with me and slept and that was just about it. He walked back to the bunk steps and then just as I thought he was going to climb he stopped. He was standing with his mid section in front of me.

‘Want to fight?’ he said in a off hand sort of way from somewhere above where I lay. I’d never been asked if I wanted to join in before. I was normally told to get out of bed or just pulled out.

‘I would rather just sleep Max, if that’s okay with you?’ My voice was as weak as I felt.

‘You don’t want to fight,’ he asked and moved back to look down at me. His expression was actually quite confused.

I wondered if I should agree. I wondered if I actually wanted to a little. I didn’t want to be hurt again though, not tonight anyway.

‘No, thanks.’

I watched for a reaction. An arm dragging me out of bed, a sharp order. Instead there was nothing. He just stood there. I couldn’t see his face again. I could only see the tightening triangle of his massive chest, his skin to the waist and then linen pants from waist to knees where my bunk began. A few seconds turned to fifteen or so and to maybe a minute at which point I began to realise with a growing nervousness that he was waiting for me. If not a fight then what? Where he stood, how he waited suggested what. My stomach flipped. I felt so intensely nervous that I was shaking. My head felt light and as much as I tried to think my world, as small as it was, began to close in around me. If I had an option I couldn’t think of what it might be. I wasn’t sure I wanted an option. Max moved on the balls of his feet. I sat waiting for the instruction that still never came.

My hand trembled as I reached out cautiously. I was aware suddenly that if I’d I picked up the wrong signals I might end up wrestling for real. At the last moment my hand raised and my fingers made contact with the firm and hairless skin of his stomach.

I can just say I was moving him. I’ll stand up and go to the toilet myself. I’ll tell him he made me want to go.

He didn’t move.

My fingers remained on him. They stroked down to the waist of his pants and slipped between him and the button. Using only my thumb I pushed and the button popped open.

He still didn’t move.

My other hand moved up. It was shaking like the first. I felt as if my core was shaking. Hands tugged, fumbled, and his pants dropped to the floor. He kicked them casually away and moved back. Max had muscled thighs. His waist was taught. The only visible hair was a sparse patch on his pubis. His cock was impressively thick and long and hung between his legs. I looked. I couldn’t seem to move. I had sat up fully and we were close. Then the bed frame rattled. I didn’t see how it was done but the instruction was clear. I reached out with a hand and tentatively held it. My fingers barely connected around it. I felt its elasticity and its heat. I was unsure what to do and found myself just pulling on it a little. I felt an immediate response so began pulling harder. My other hand found his large hairless balls and cupped their weight. They were firm and he seemed to like me playing with them. His cock responded by stiffening in a series of short surges. I began to wank him with one hand and play with his balls in the other. I heard his breathing for the first time, quick and nasal. As he became hard enough to wank with one hand the other slipped into my own pants and around my own stiff cock. The difference in size was obvious. As hard as I was I felt small in comparison. It turned me on in a curious and submissive sort of way. I felt close to cumming and had to let go of myself. I looked at him in my hand as I wanked his big cock. I pulled down on the shaft and saw the fat head redden. When I pulled up and his balls tightened.

His breathing increased and his hips eased forward towards me. I sensed I was being told again. A brief moment of calm and almost self control I felt evaporated. I realised it never really existed. Wanking myself again I felt close to panic as I leant forward and took his cock into my mouth. It was too big, too thick for me to manage. I tried to work on it slowly. My mouth opened wide and I took as much as I could but this was only the first few inches. I pulled off. The end of his cock was coated in saliva. I could taste him. I bent and took it in my mouth again. I sacked on my first cock. I tried to imagine how I should do it, what I should do to please him. Minutes passed and I sucked him through all of that time until my saliva dripped off his balls onto the floor. Max eased himself forward as I sucked on him. I played with his balls and then that hand found its way round to his firm buttocks. The other left my cock and splayed across his thigh. My head bobbed on him until my mouth ached and then I wanked the slick shaft until the ache in my jaw eased and I was able to lick and suck on him again. I found that I liked doing it. The hand on his thigh dropped and I played with myself again as I sucked him off. It didn’t take long, seconds really, thinking about what I was doing to another man, before I came across my hand. I moaned on his cock as I did. I sucked hard and moved my hand, covered in my own cum, up to continue wanking him. His stamina, just like the size of his dick, was far greater than mine. I sucked hard and almost yanked on his fat cock until his hand snaked down under the bunk for the first time. It moved around to the back of my head and held me firmly. I knew immediately why. I cupped his balls again and with the other hand I stroked his bum. All I could hear was the groaning of the bed as he stiffened, his hard breathing above me. Then his body tightened and eased suddenly as cum flooded my mouth. I allowed it to coat his cock and to run from my mouth, down his thick cock and off his bollocks into the same spot as my saliva had landed. My hand on his balls was covered and dripping. His pushing slowed as my sucking did. I let his shaft slide out of my hand and he stepped back and then moved to the ladder. I watched as his cock, still hard and shiny with cum, disappeared up with him into his bunk. He said nothing. I looked down at the pool of cum on the floor and more of it spilled from my mouth and splattered into the puddle. I spat the remainder out and then got up to clean up the mess. Max was on his side facing away towards the grey wall. He didn’t move. I wiped up his spunk and mine from my hand then I wiped up the viscous liquid from the floor. I threw the dirty tissues into the toilet and climbed back into bed trying to figure out what had just happened. Perhaps more, what was likely to happen from now on and for the months I still had sharing the cell with this huge and sexually demanding convict. I heard him snoring soundly long before I slept myself.

I tried to act normally the next few days. I had worried about it being awkward considering what I had done with him but I needn’t have. He ignored for the two days. It wasn’t until close to lights out about three days later that he even gave a hint that anything had happened. I returned to the cell just before lock down and found Max sitting on my bed. That was unusual. Then I saw he was looking through letters that I kept under my mattress. He made no attempt to hide what he was doing despite them being very personal. They were mostly from my girlfriend. I didn’t challenge him. I just sat at the small writing table we shared and watched him read through them. I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed as I knew some of the things she had written to me.

After a bit he seemed to finish one. He turned it over to find the back blank.

‘She wanna fuck her old neighbour then?’ he said without a hint of awkwardness and without even looking at me.

I knew immediately what he was referring to. Ellie had a neighbour who was always helping her with stuff. He wasn’t old but he was older. Ellie was twenty three and Graham was in his mid forties. Before I was sentenced she would tease me about him being sweet on her. He was married and his wife was a pretty older lady but he didn’t let that stop him. Ellie seemed to think she knew. He was always chatting, flirting with her. No job she had was ever an issue. Since I was sentenced I had asked her about him, jealousy and insecurity driving the question perhaps. Ellie had told me he was always around and had been a big support. Then in one letter, towards the end and almost like a ‘by the way’, she told me he had asked to kiss her. Just that. No information about what had happened or how this occurred. ‘He aked if he could kiss me. That’s really sweet isn’t it.’ My letter back was all about finding what had happened. At first it tore me up when Ellie told me how he had been around so much and had been such a help and how he said he found her really pretty. She said that she was lonely and admitted that since the last letter they had kissed. I wrote asking for details but not really getting any. I wrote about him a lot and eventually she replied. It went from what he was doing to help her to what he might do. It was suggestive and we both fed off it. Then, weirdly, after a while it turned me on. We began talking over time about him having sex with Ellie. The letters became pretty graphic though it had never really happened as far as I knew. Ellie admitted that she was tempted sometimes but insisted they had only ever kissed. Despite me asking she had never given me the details of what had really happened the time they had kissed. I left the topic alone though I agonised over it a lot, especially when she would talk so much about ‘what if’ things did happen.

Clearly I hadn’t wanted Max to know anything about the letters or their content. Not just because it was private but it was also very embarrassing that I got excited by the things we wrote.

‘That’s private,’ I said. My voice didn’t have much conviction and Max didn’t flinch.

‘Sounds like she does. Bet he’s got a big cock too. Perfect for him now you are stuck in here. He can get right into her.’

‘Stop it!’ I said a little loudly.

Max looked at me with a warning stare. I immediately backed down.

‘Please. It hurts to think if stuff like that.’

He waved the letters in his hand and laughed at me. ‘She’s telling you about her trying out the shower when he fixed it and him getting in to fuck her against the glass.’

‘It’s not real, it’s just made up, to, it’s just…’ I stopped unable to admit exactly what it was. A fantasy about another man satisfying my girlfriend sexually while I was locked in prison. Max shook his head.

‘You’re a joke,’ he snorted. ‘He’s been going round to her place every day for months and making sure she isn’t lonely, doing little jobs for her when you can’t. He’s been inside her knickers any number of times long before now. She’ll be quite happy to take a big dick from the old man now. It might have been a bit odd for her at first but she’s his lover now. These,’ he held up the letters and threw them on the pillow of my bunk, ‘are her way of telling you. They’re real. Only you think they’re your shared dirty fantasy.’

‘Don’t Max, please.’

‘He’s fucked her in the shower. She’s been made to suck his cock to get the door hinge fixed.’

Please stop.

‘That one where she says he and his wife invited her round to their Jacuzzi and they took turns with her. There is a lot of detail in that sissy. Sounds all too genuine for me. She’s getting ridden by the dirty old man from next door and there is nothing you can do. Accept it. We all have to. She gets fucked by the neighbour and his wife and you get to spend your nights here with me.’

As he finished I looked up at him. He stared me down. For a lug if a man he certainty was elequent about infidelity and it played to fears that I had often felt as I read the letters from Ellie. Why wouldn’t she tell me if they had kissed more than once? Why at the beginning did she start her letters with ‘Yesterday I imagined Graham caught me sunbathing and offered to oil my back’ when now it was always ‘Graham came round to look at the door that squeaks yesterday. He said I’d have to pay for his time’? There was no suggestion of it being a fantasy any more, no pretence. I had wondered if that was just me, the way my mind worked when I was so helpless. Why then could I never just ask her outright if anything had happened between them. Was I afraid of the answer I might get? Why had it taken Max reading my personal stuff to point it out. I felt so useless.

Then there was that time we were out together before all this, when we were new together. I had thought of it often and more now I was here. At the end of one night out we had both stumbled drunkenly into a cab. Ellie got in the front. There was no reason that I knew of. She just had. The driver was an older Asian guy. I remembered the hungry way he looked at her when I was getting in the back. She wore a glittered gold wrap around cocktail dress. Her hair was curled into something you might see at a wedding and she just looked stunning. I was dozing drunkenly on the journey, perhaps I slept a little. Then something made me open my eyes. Ellie was looking out of the window in the front and everything seemed fine. I was about to close my eyes again when I saw the drivers hand move over the centre onto Ellie’s thigh. He stroked it up and down. Ellie sort of turned without really looking and moved his hand away with hers but said nothing. I thought I saw a smirk or perhaps a rolling of her eyes but couldn’t be sure what, if anything.

She blinked slowly at him before looking back out if the window. A few seconds later the hand returned and stroked up her thigh.

She turned again and stared at him. The stare lasted several long seconds during which time his hand stroked repeatedly up and down her thigh going higher each time.

‘Hey,’ she said quietly, ‘stop it.’ She moved his hand again.

I felt a sort of surge I hadn’t had before, well maybe with Brad that time. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about saying something but then Ellie had, right? I sat and contemplated what had happened through the fog of alcohol and the disorientation of sleeping. Then I must have nodded back off. When I looked again his hand was back. It was stroking her thigh. His little finger occasionally disappeared under the hem of her dress. I wasn’t sure if Ellie knew. She had closed her eyes as well. I had to say something this time. I wondered what. That might sound stupid to say but I hesitated. I saw his hand stroke her knee and then gently ease her legs apart. It slipped up between her legs slowly. I watched it go so high I knew he would be close to touching her knickers. My heart lurched into my mouth as I watched and still said nothing. Eventually Ellie moved his hand again and closed her legs. The time it was taking her to respond hurt and excited me.

‘Stop,’ she told him again opening her eyes briefly. ‘My boyfriend’s in the back.’

Ellie’s words made me feel a little sick. They seemed ambiguous at best. Did she mean he should stop or else I was in the back or because I was in the back. Did my being there make a difference?

I realised that I had gotten hard in my pants. I sat still and looked forward from the darkness of the back seat. I saw the driver try to look for me in the rear view mirror. He couldn’t see me and I hadn’t said anything since we got in. I expect he figured I was in a drunken stupor. I wondered if this had happened to other boyfriends before me.

The road rumbled on. I sat shaking with emotion and then after what seemed to me like a lifetime once again his hand returned. This time he pulled at something under Ellie’s arm, low on her waist and nearest to him. After a few seconds she idly swatted his hand away. Moments later it defiantly returned. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing. It looked like he was pinching the swell of her hip or something but she didn’t respond. Then it appeared he was pulling at something.

‘Hey,’ she said. Her eyes didn’t open. She pushed his hand away again. ‘Pervert.’

The last word confused me. What was he doing now for her to say that? I looked as closely as I could in the semi darkness with the movement of the car. Then I saw it. The ties at the lower side of her wrap around hung down loose and parallel. The drivers dark skinned hand was stroking Ellie’s creamy thigh again. Then without warning he began to open the loose fold of her dress. Ellie stopped his hand. Her eyes opened slightly again and she looked at him.

‘Are you going to stop it or not?’ she asked. That same ambiguity struck me fiercely.

Ellie pushed the hand away. Seconds later it returned. He was sensing something that made me shake inside with fear and adrenaline. I felt weak and sat watching like this was happening in some other place and not here, not now, not to me watching my beautiful girlfriend pawed by an older taxi driver. It was all so surreal. His hand covered the thickest part of her thigh now. His fingers pressed gently into her skin and then he stroked upwards. Without looking, her head still on the headrest and her eyes once again closed her hand moved onto his and lifted it off her thigh. I watched in horror as his wrist curled deftly and turned over hers. He held her hand now and he pressed it firmly onto the seat by her side. As his hand lifted hers remained where it had been placed. It never moved. It stayed where he had put it as if she had been told and had accepted his decision.

Jealousy curdled inside me.

No no no no no. Don’t let him do this. Please don’t let him do this. Move his hand Ellie. Move his hand as many times as it takes until we get home.

And yet I did nothing. Ellie did nothing.

The hand returned to her smooth flesh and stroked up and down the length of her thigh. As he did it moved the hem higher by the smallest of margins each time until I saw what was the whole length of her thigh.

He saw her too.

I didn’t notice how it had happened but I was suddenly aware that his hand was stroking the inside of Ellie’s thigh. Her hand stayed by her side and her eyes stayed closed now. His hand returned to her knee and my cock ached when I realised why. He pulled her knee and her thighs parted slightly. The hand then stroked up the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh again, higher and higher, until her hips moved in the seat.

‘Dirty bastard,’ she whispered. I wasn’t meant to hear.

The car seemed to be easing its way along a straight smooth road. I tried to move, silently, until my view improved. The driver had opened the lower part of Ellie’s dress casually. It parted wide now that the tie was undone on the side. Even from where I sat behind and looking through the seats I could see her thighs parted, the thin hem of her black panties and the slight swell of her belly.

And then his hand returned between my girlfriends legs.

Ellie stiffened and shifted in the seat again. There was no attempt to move his hand this time. Neither did her eyes open. His hand moved down and back up smoothly between her parted legs stroking Ellie’s pussy through the thin materiel of her panties. She allowed him to do it. Her hand no longer pushed his away. I don’t know how long this went on for. Time blurred. I tried to see her face and even his. I watched his head moved from road to Ellie to what he was doing between her legs.

Then I followed his gaze down and I almost took an audible breath. The thin pattern that edged Ellie’s knickers at the waist now over the back of his hand. He had slipped inside her knickers and as his fingers pushed between her legs they had opened for him.

Did she, did she want this?

‘You dirty fucker,’ she said. It was again whispered. I wasn’t part of what was happening in the front of the car. This stranger, this older Asian man was though. Jealousy cut cruelly. My hand squeezed my cock through my pants and I felt an intense thrill course over my groin.

His hand slid silently between her legs over and over. I heard Ellie’s breathing quicken. Something approaching a sigh escaped her lips. I looked again at the strange hand inside my girlfriends knickers and I saw that it no longer moved. Instead it was pushed down inside her knickers. The knuckles of that hand undulated and, as the same almost silent sigh escaped her lips again, Ellie opened her legs completely.

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ She asked him. While her tone was harsh I knew this wasn’t a rebuke. ‘get your fingers out of my cunt.’

Ellie let out a sharp breath, then a cry that turned into an almost inaudible whimper. His hand stayed where it was and worked silently. I watched as the taxi driver fingered her. Ellie shifted against him. Her head rolled to the left and then tilted up as her legs remained as wide as they could go. She sat on the seat with them open for him now. Suddenly her hand moved, I thought perhaps to extract his hand from inside her knickers, from between her open legs. Instead she took it in hers and held it, her eyes shut tight, she pushed her pussy hard against it.

‘You dirty little fucker.’ Her voice sounded desperate now. She still whispered but not once looked round. I sat forgotten in the dark behind them.

‘Say it.’ This was his voice in a clipped Pakistani accent. It took me by surprise. He had hardly spoken.

‘Dirty fucker.’

‘Say it,’ he repeated. Ellie seemed to be holding back, on the edge of something. Her hips worked hard against his hand which she now had pinned between her legs. Her lower body was uncovered. Delicate lace knickers covered the strangers dark hand.

‘You want to make me cum?’ She whined. ‘Would you like that? You want to see me get off while you fuck me with your fingers? You dirty,’ Ellie paused and forced her sex against his hand. ‘black,’ her voice quivered and she moaned. ‘bastard.’ The last word ended as her orgasm began. Ellie worked herself urgently against his hand as she came as quietly as she could. As she did she reached over and stretched a hand between his legs. I felt the car jolt slightly.

‘You want to fuck me with that don’t you?’

‘Oh yes,’ he replied.

‘You want to stop the car and shove that fat cock in me?’

He looked at her but didn’t answer. Ellie continued to hump his hand. I was pressing hard on the front of my pants.

‘You would like that wouldn’t you?’ She opened her eyes and looked directly at him. ‘You give pretty white girls free rides if they let you fuck them?’

Ellie had slowed her humping of his hand but was clearly still getting off. He still fingered her and I could hear the wet slickness in between her legs.

‘Take them out.’ She said sharply. The driver took his hand from Ellie’s knickers and I saw his fingers were wet up to the knuckles. Ellie was folding her dress back over and tied it loosely.

‘He sleeping,’ the driver said motioning to me. I closed my eyes to slits in the darkness. Ellie glanced over to me so rapidly she couldn’t have really seen me, before turning back to him. She was smiling.

‘What? Stop the car and take me into an alley? Bend me over, have me from behind and then bring me back. Is that what you want?’

The driver didn’t speak. I couldn’t see his face. I realised that Ellie still had her hand in his lap, maybe put it back at some point.

‘Pull over,’ she said making my heart surge and shudder. ‘We need to get out now,’ she told him. ‘Get it out and have a wank when we’ve gone. Think about taking me somewhere quiet and bending me over but it’s not happening tonight. You’ve got your tip.’

The car pulled over a few moments later. I feigned sleep in the back. Ellie must have still been looking at the driver.

‘Do we owe you or is fingerings my pussy enough?’

I heard him giggle. ‘Is free ride. Maybe your number?’ he asked.

My heart skipped again. I wanted to ‘wake’ and hit him. Instead I did nothing knowing I would let him try anything, do anything. I heard the seats stretch and chanced a look through my eye lids. Ellie had leaned over from her seat towards his until her lips met his. She kissed him. It lasted maybe half a minute. I saw her tongue slipping into his mouth. She pulled back.

‘Afraid not. Night.’

She got out of the taxi and walked slightly unsteadily to my door. I did my best to ‘wake up’ and offered some surprise that we weren’t home as the car pulled away. Ellie slung her arm around me and we leant against each other on the way home.

‘You were out,’ she told me.

‘Yeah.’ I tried to sound tired now.

‘The driver started feeling me up,’ she told me casually. ‘Where were you to save me?’

‘What?’ I asked in surprise.

‘Don’t worry. I handled it,’ she told me.

‘He touched you?’

‘A little,’ she said. ‘Nothing I couldn’t handle though. It happens to girls sometimes. I just told him to stop. It’s not far now.’

‘Fucker.’ I tried to sound angry and then let her pacify me. I stopped talking about it then as it seemed the most natural thing to do. Inside I was in turmoil. Inside I wanted to fuck her so badly it hurt. Inside jealousy turned me on as I thought of what I had seen and the account she had given so innocently and so easily. That was when I realised that there was more to Ellie than I would have ever believed possible. I could never quite trust her with the same completeness again.

As I came back from that memory Max was undressing. He was still on my bunk. He didn’t take any notice of me and so I found myself watching. He had been working out and was pumped. He shaved what little hair he had off in the shower daily. His body rippled and glistened. He wore briefs which today like most days were a pristine white. The shape of his body showed through them.

I don’t know if it was the thought of that taxi ride with Ellie or watching this huge man undress in front of me but when the lights shut down with a clank and the night lights came I found myself sitting with a hard on.

‘Here,’ he said abruptly.

I walked over to where Max sat and stood in front of him. He was naked now and sat on my bed with his feet on the floor.

He looked at me, at my expression. ‘What?’ He asked.

I think, despite him calling me over, he thought I might be about to ask him to get off my bed or to argue about reading the letters. I wasn’t, I wouldn’t dare. He stared at me and I became confused.

‘Didn’t you want me to…?’

‘To what?’

I hesitated. Saying it out loud made it real. ‘To, suck your cock?’

Max smiled at me. ‘You’d like that wouldn’t you?’

I didn’t want to answer. I felt awkward and embarrassed and I wondered how he could make me feel that way so easily when he had made me come over.

‘Wouldn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘Do you think that you would like to have been a girl?’

The question shocked me. I thought about what he said. About what he meant by it and I felt my erection twitch.

‘Maybe you want to be one now? Only girls want to suck on a mans cock. You know that right?’

I found myself nodding while looking at the floor by his feet. I hated that it turned me on so much.

‘Okay. I’ll let suck my cock. But this time you make sure you don’t waste it all. I like my girls to swallow a little each time so they know who’s in charge. Understand little girl?’

I nodded meekly again and Max pointed to the floor. I knelt obediently and lifting his thick cock off his thigh I took it straight into my open mouth.

‘Fuck,’ he moaned as the fat gland of his erect cock rubbed across my lips and tongue. I closed my mouth greedily on it and began to suck. My eyes closed and I began to fumble in my own pants. I took my own erection out and began to wank off as I sucked.

I was on my knees for him maybe ten minutes sucking as he groaned and even stroked my head. Then I heard a noise I had come to know well that filled me with dread. The viewing grill of the cell door had slid open. I froze. The cock slipped from my mouth but no further. I still knelt at his feet holding it up to my open mouth. I saw eyes at the edges of which were crows feet. A deep laughter rumbled outside of the cell. One of the guards was watching me suck on Max’s cock.

Then a firm hand found the back of my head and pulled me back down onto the slippery shaft. Max didn’t care. He wanted his cock sucked and it mattered little that the guard was watching. I felt my cheeks redden.

‘Suck it Sissy?’ he snapped.

I did as I was told. My head began to dip into his lap as it had before, this time in front of an audience. I could no longer see the eyes that watched but to my horror I soon heard voices and female laughter outside the door. Maybe three people. Max was starting to groan urgently.

‘Please not now, not when they are watching,’ I thought. But then I felt it. Thick spunk filling my mouth. His groan erupted as his cock did. Behind the door laughter did the same.

Max held my head firmly. ‘Remember what I told you?’ he said through gritted teeth. As the fat slimy end of his cock eased out of my mouth he watched me. They all watched me and I swallowed a mouthful of another man’s cum at the same time as I squirted my own across the hard surface of the cell floor.

From that point on sex with Max became a regular occurrence. I never took the lead and I never got any satisfaction unless I did it myself. That was not negotiable. I quickly learnt what he liked, and what he didn’t. He liked to talk to me like I was a girl, or a Sissy as he often called me. He remarked that if he could have got hold of some women’s clothes, or underwear, he would have made me wear them. I thought about him saying that a lot. I think he liked the guards watching, which happened occasionally when a particular group were on. He liked me to lick his balls. I learned that on the same night that I learned that he didn’t like me anywhere near his anus. He had sat on my bunk naked with his legs open and his feet up. I had started kissing the length of his considerable cock. After that I didn’t know how to proceed as it was awkward to get him in my mouth so I went down on his balls, locking and when I could sucking them. It was clear he liked that so I went lower, for me as much as him. I snaked my tongue across his anus and was immediately slapped across the head.