Miss Amanda's Bitch Boys X

“Yes, you’re a good boy... a good white boy,” inmate Julie jeers, standing at the bars of his cell. “Miss Amanda, she likes obedient white boys. You’ll do well to lick her boots too. Lots and lots of licking for you, ha, ha, ha,” the tone sarcastic.

“You’ll be licking as well... my ass,” Luke snarls.

Nurse Simms having completed her rounds, the inmates of the super max cell block are left to their own. Six dangerous criminals... all ready to create danger... given the opportunity.

“You be polite white boy. I won’t be licking your ass, but Miss Amanda, if she gets in one of her playful moods, your ass just may get some attention. Little Julie here... ten inches. Ten rock hard inches where you’ll not be too appreciative... ha, ha, ha.”

Leg Breaker Luke glares through the bars. He knows not of the full relationship... guard and inmate. Would she condone anal sodomy? Promote anal sodomy? It would not require much effort should she so desire to entertain herself. Luke decides not to press the issue. Guard Amanda certainly has the power. Nothing that happens in super max is seen or heard by the outside world. And in being yoked and naked, Luke’s vulnerability is more than apparent.

He decides to return to silence... not to further taunt.

“You’ve killed... but so have I white boy. Not as many, but you needed a gun. I only needed my hands. More fun that way. You know when you break a neck, there’s this strange muscle reaction. Things kind of spasm... gets all tight... specially your little ass hole. Nice way for a guy to get off. Makes your cock feel really good. Yeah, there’s tightness that gets even tighter when you snap the neck. Did a few girls... but found guys to be tighter... and they put up a better fight. Kind of like fishing... you want something that gives you a little fight. Got myself off a lot that way. But they got this thing now... DNA. It’s unique. They use that to identify now. And that’s how they got me... lots and lots of DNA pumped into lots of ass holes. Guess they had to dig pretty deep to get samples, ha, ha, ha. Little Julie here, he explodes like a cannon. Crack the neck... little Julie goes boom! Ha, ha, ha.”    

For the first time, Luke takes comfort in the yoke... particularly that of inmate Julie.

“Miss Amanda, she says if I’m really good, she’s going to have me do Jami. Won’t snap his neck, but he’ll be tight. Oh yes, a nice tight little white boy for Little Julie. Love it.”

It dawns that Guard Amanda could easily make it happen and Luke shudders with the thought.

“But young Molly, I heard her say you strangled. Just once... and a woman. Not much fight there. But it would be slow. And the asshole... think it would dilate instead of tighten. Probably get messy. Is that right white boy? No oxygen, the muscles go all soft. Piss and shit all over the place, I imagine. Kind of sloppy. Is that right? Is that how you like it?”

“Shut and take a nap, Julie,” Luke firm in wishing to curtail further talk.

“Can’t do that tell nap time. You know that.”

It is true. For several hours a day, Guard Amanda takes the time to shorten the nostril string of each inmate, retying high to the bars to assure the bunks are beyond range and the prisoners must stand. Not as stressful as Luke’s first day, forced to his toes. But limited slack is offered... only enough to forestall cramping muscles... and little else. The daily process is thought to replace the need for normal exercise.  

So in silence inmates Luke the Leg Breaker and Julie the Neck Snapper are forced to stand and stare at each other. And Luke’s reticence is with purpose. He has no knowledge of the macabre aftereffects of strangulation... for he has not strangled.

The sound of tapping boots comes. A brown hand free to move one by one pulls on the thin strings, untying the simple knots which force even mammoth inmates like Julie into a state of slow exhaustion.

“You boys have talked enough. Nap time,” the voice assertive, a finger pointing to the bunks.