This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to write this story. It is based on a "true incident" with a lot of embellishments. All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. That is, except for the "urban myth" about a sleep walking football frat brother and his abandonment in another town.
This story contains scenes of kidnapping, non consensual exhibitionism, bondage, spanking, water sports, CFNM, forced homosexual acts and other erotic themes between adults of college age or older. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.
(Author's note: My thanks to SlvGina for his technical advice and help with this chapter. It was invaluable.)
Chapter 11, Brian Meets His Roommates
Carrying a stained pillow and blanket in front of him, Brian and the sergeant walked down the hallway in the small cell block. There had been two heavy metal doors at the entrance, one to the women's cells and the other to the larger male facility.
Starring down the narrow hallway, Brian saw bars on either side, no real walls. On the right were what looked like two large cells followed by 8 or 10 smaller ones. The other side had nothing but smaller cells. Each of them had a stainless steel sink and toilet, the toilet without a seat. The toilets were in the middle of the larger cells but against the walls in the smaller ones.
All of the cell walls were lined with yelling, laughing men.
"Fresh meat."
"Hey new fish, share my cell, I've got something for you to suck on."
"Cute outfit, girl. Did you make that yourself just for me or do you always walk around looking like a cocksucker."
The sergeant didn't interfere with the fun, preferring the men to intimidate Brian further.
Finally, the sergeant stopped in front of a cell filled with five white men. "This is the pervert cell. I can put you in with them or I have another cell with regular criminals. Since this is your first time, I'll be nice and let you chose." Brian didn't know what the sergeant knew. The "pervert" cell was full of child molesters and he would be perfectly safe with them.
Brian foolishly chose wrong. "I'll take the other one officer, thanks for being so nice to me."
Laughing, the sergeant pulled the big jock down the hall to the other cell. Inside were five very black members of a male prostitute ring that had been arrested in Louisiana and relocated due to the hurricane. They were in jail awaiting trial for prostitution, assault, involuntary imprisonment, rape, and racketeering. They had been inside for nearly four months with nothing to do but play with some rapists that was rarely thrown into their cell as punishment.
Jamal, the leader, winked to the sergeant. "You'll get yours for this sergeant." He said it as a threat. The sergeant knew there would be a nice present for him when their lawyer came in next time.
"Everyone against the back of the cell. Hands on the wall, feet back 3 feet and lean in. You know the drill," said the sergeant.
The gang cheerfully complied, knowing that a beautiful new toy had been delivered to them.
After they were in position, the sergeant unlocked the cell and pushed the reluctant and frightened Brian in. Slamming the cell door, the sergeant locked it and stepped back. "OK, you can let go of the wall now. You all play nice now."
The sergeant walked down the hall, chuckling as he got back to the heavy door. He buzzed the jailer to let him out. Looking back, he could see four of the big black men moving slowly and carefully towards Brian, big smiles on their faces.
Closing the cell block door, the sergeant reached up to a bank of switches and flipped one of them, activating the surveillance cameras for that cell. He went back to his office and inserted three fresh high quality commercial video tapes into the recorders.
Brian, fearfully backed up against the corner bars of the cell, finally unable to retreat farther and froze like a mouse in front of a snake. Suddenly, a man in the adjacent cell, reached out and pinched Brian's ass, hard.
Involuntarily, Brian jumped away, right into the arms of one of the approaching men.
"That's so cute, can't wait to play I see." One of them said.
The man grabbed onto Brian's upper arm and wrist, twisting them behind him, turning Brian around. He, pushed Brain up against the cell bars within reach of the neighboring cell. The pinching neighbor reached out, slid one scared hand into Brian's jump suit and pinched his right nipple as hard as he could.
Yelling, Brain pushed away, his terrific ass pushing against the large thickening cock of his captor.
"Sweet ass boy. I am going to love this. I haven't had me any pussy in months." Said the gang member.
"Thanks for the assist, Jimmy, you'll get a taste of him later for that," said Jamal.
As Brian continued to struggle, Jamal observed. Jamal was about 5 foot 11 inches and 185 pounds, athletically built and in good shape like someone that played sports not too long ago. He was 24 years old and good looking. He had piercing intelligent brown eyes that missed nothing.
Before him was one of his men, playing with a very fit muscle boy. His man was giving Brian just enough freedom so he could move around and rub his man's crotch with the boy's perfectly shaped and by now, completely exposed and very red ass.
The other men in his posse were standing back, their arms crossed, grinning and enjoying the show. All of his men were taller than Brian, heavily muscled and built like tree trunks. Solid muscle and bone, used to getting their own way and not afraid of anyone except Jamal. They were also very ugly, most of them sporting scars from battles for Jamal.
Seeing enough for now, Jamal ordered a halt to the horsing around. "That's enough, strip him but don't rip the uniform, he'll need that in the morning. I don't want to get our friend the sergeant in trouble.
All of them joined in and together had no trouble removing Brian's boots, socks and coverall, stripping off his clothing and his self respect. They weren't even breathing hard.