Jacopo needed allies. People on his side. Nothing was going to work if he didn't have some help. His contact with people was very limited. Besides Horst, John and Andreas were two of the very few people with which he had contact.
Andreas was with him almost of the time unless there were other prisoners working around him. Andreas liked to run around and bark orders like a tiny yapping dog. The metal prod he carried around was used many times daily. Jacopo was growing tired of that prodding and wanted to put his hands around that pretty blond neck.
He had caught Andreas staring at him when he was shirtless and working his large muscles. He swore he could see the young soldier's cock twitching under the thin cloth of his trousers as he watched him. He'd use that to his advantage, thought Jacopo.
Andreas had been ordered to take Jacopo to an old camp which had been set up in an old abandoned school. The soldiers stationed there had been moved outside of the city. There must have been some bad news about the rebels, because even Horst was worried and was always rushing about. The captain had ordered Andreas to take Jacopo to gather some supplies that had been left behind at the old camp.
"Gather it all up before those thieving peasants get to it. And while you're there give him a really good bath and put him in some clean clothes. Burn those old ones! Clean every inch of him," he ordered, motioning toward Jacopo.
They spent the morning loading boxes and searching around the camp for items on the captain's list. After a quick lunch, Andreas took him to the old gymnasium changing room.
There was an alcove just beyond the gym in which stood large metal double doors which led into a spacious changing room. It had a series of benches with lockers against the farthest wall. Beyond the changing room lockers were the community showers with six shower heads on three walls. A large tiled square sat in the center of the shower room.
Andreas opened one of the double doors and gestured for Jacopo to go in. Once inside, Andreas locked the double doors as he had done in the gym. Jacopo figured it was to prevent his escape. He could just overwhelm him and take the keys, he thought, but let the boy feel officious.
There was a plastic school chair near the door. Andreas plopped down and pushed his cap back. He clipped the keys onto a ring on his bed, and sprawled his legs.
"Captain wants you really clean. Supplies in the first locker. Some clothes in there too, I think."
Jacopo held up his cuffed hands. If he was not working, Andreas would always slap them back on him.
"Can you take these off?"
Andreas grunted and rose to his feet. He took off the cuffs and hung them on a nearby hook on the wall. Jacopo walked to the first locker and grabbed the towels and soap. He also grabbed a long-handled brush, but then threw it back in.
He bent down to place everything on a bench, and when he rose back up he caught Andreas rubbing his crotch. Jacopo pretended ignore him as he pulled off his shirt. He stretched his arms and body, making each muscle bulge and flex. Andreas watched him intently.
"You like my muscles?"
"Shut the fuck up and do what you need to do."
'Okay," Jacopo responded with a smirk and turned away.
He unbuttoned his trousers and they fell down to his boots. He wore no underwear so Andreas got a perfect view of his big round muscular ass. He bent and turned slightly to pull the baggy pants over his boots. He knew this made his ass look plump and full.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Andreas rubbing a hand into his crotch again. The pretty boy's lips tightened and his head fell back, as he rubbed the growing mound in his crotch. Jacopo turned toward him and Andreas' hand dropped down to his side and he turned sideways nonchalantly.
Jacopo's weighty cock hung straight down as it fattened up. Andreas turned his gaze back to Jacopo and was startled at the size of the big cock. His mouth dropped slightly. Jacopo moved to the bench. He pulled at the pants.
"Can you help me get these off?"
"Why didn't you take off your boots?"
"Look at this filthy floor. I wanted to wait until I got in there," Jacopo said, pointing to the shower.
Andreas tried not to look too eager as he got up and walked to the big man. He dropped down to his haunches and pulled at the pants. Jacopo noticed his eyes darting back and forth from the pants to the engorged cock which lay on his upper thigh as he leaned back holding the edge of the bench. Andreas finally got the trousers off and just stayed there for a second.
"It's really big, isn't it?" he asked the blond boy.
"I dunno. I guess." Andreas paused, the tip of his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. "Yeah, it is pretty big," he confessed.
Jacopo reached out and pinched the head of his cock as if to remove a stray bit of lint or hair. His hefty cock bounced at the attention, keeping Andreas' attention.
"I'm the prisoner here. You can examine it, if you want. You're in charge."
Andreas started to move his hand. He looked up at Jacopo who grinned and tipped his head to one side. Andreas drew a finger across the tip of the large cock. Jacopo winked at him. Andreas pulled his hand away. The young soldier stood up and walked back to his chair.
"Do you mind if I played with it then? It's been a very long time," Jacopo said, then chuckled. He cupped his balls, jutting his hip out obscenely. His meaty cock lolled to one side, so engorged and fat it couldn't lift itself up any further.
"Do whatever the fuck you wanna do."
Jacopo grabbed some towels, the brush, and soap and proceeded into the shower room. He turned on several shower heads. The warm spray felt good and steam filled the room. He sat on the tiled square and yelled out to Andreas.
"I can't get my fucking boots off! Can you help me?"
"For fuck's sake," snapped Andreas, as he walked into the shower room.
Jacopo had one foot on the square, the other on the floor as he leaned back unashamedly. His heavy cock was lewdly trying to stand erect, jutting up from its hairy base. He could see Andreas' half-erection pressing against his pants in the steamy mist. Jacopo figured he had been stroking it again. The young soldier reached for a boot; but Jacopo used it to push Andreas backward, leaving a big wet mark on his shirt.
"Damn, fuck, what are you doing?" he demanded.
Jacopo sat up, and jumped to his feet.
"What the fuck are you doing...boy?" he growled.
