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Inside the cell, on the top bunk, a heart shaped box of pink mints lay on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, "Be my girl". The guard looked from the note to Kyle's pretty face. Kyle knew he was in trouble.
"Welcome to Purgatory, boy," the guard said with a smile fit for Hells' gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the twisted God who ruled this place.
Democracy raged across the globe in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses.
Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and came down on prisons like the devil's hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way. Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption under the new Monastic Reform Law. Soon, the public redemption and punishment of prisoners became a spectacle, second only to the Roman Coliseum.
The public couldn't get enough of televised whippings of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the newest concept in reality television, became the biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now, years later, every prison in the country brought cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.
Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk. The bedding under his arm slipped to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands, letting his dark brown hair fall across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes he saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in his mailbox two weeks ago, one day after his nineteenth birthday. Kyle's mad dash to the Mexican border was a nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on dark highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle on his knees.
Kyle's capture came in the middle of the night. The border patrol swooped down on him, grabbing him up into the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic Actions Law. When he refused to sign his service papers, they said they'd give him a year to think it over. After his year in Purgatory, they'd be back with their papers. If Kyle refused to sign again, he'd get five more years.
At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in Purgatory. Slavery might be over on the outside, but here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle were handed out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT's cell, as a reward for JT winning the Statewide Gladiator Games.
On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet boyish looks to get what he wanted. One look into Kyle's sultry brown eyes and men understood the promise of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this nightmare started, he wouldn't be with men who liked fucking ass. Now, Kyle looked around glumly at the dark red brick walls of the narrow cell. He knew his days of sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look at JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the ass. Hard.
Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow hallway. The gladiators were coming back from training in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and tried to get ready to meet the man who now owned him.
JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked into the small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened in the light of the single bulb that hung overhead. His bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle. Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted belly. A dark tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and writhed on the bulging bicep of his right arm.
When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark hunger in his black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.
"Hey boy," JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with bass. He slid the red bandana off his head and rubbed sweat from his bald head. "What's up?"
Kyle wasn't sure if he should answer. The hardness in JT's eyes made Kyle feel like he was thinking about doing something cruel. Something that would make him scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and reached down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him, leaning his six foot three inch frame on the top bunk.
"You're even prettier than I thought," JT said quietly, looking down into Kyle's light brown eyes.
Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT's spread legs and pressed himself further back on the small bed. JT reached out to stroke Kyle's cheek, but the boy flinched as though he'd been slapped.
"Take it easy baby," JT said with a low laugh. "I ain't gonna hurt you. You're gonna suck my dick and I'm gonna fuck you. But you ain't in no danger with me."
Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No one had ever taken his ass. JT seemed to read his thoughts.
"You still a virgin, boy?" JT let his eyes crawl greedily over Kyle's slender body.
When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn't answer, JT chuckled, a soft, low sound that sent chills down Kyle's spine.
"I got you a present." JT offered Kyle the box of candy from the top bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes that promised no mercy.
Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of pink, heart shaped candies. An image of Jimmy's face, battered and bruised, rose in his mind. Kyle took the pink box from JT's big hand, nearly snatching it in his haste to accept the gift.
"You'll do alright with me," JT said quietly, seeing how Kyle's hand trembled when he took the candy.
JT grabbed the boy's slender arm, pulling him off the bed.
"Come here baby," JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a steel embrace. JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness of Kyle's mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came together in a pout.
"These lips feel good wrapped around a man's cock?" JT stared into Kyle's soft brown eyes, unbothered by the fear he saw in the boy.
JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the corner between the bunk bed and the wall.
A picture of Jimmy's face rose in Kyle's mind again, in grim detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his legs, his ass out. Better to let JT have his way without a fight. A heavy hand fell on Kyle's shoulder. He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn't scream when JT's cock tore into his ass.
"Damn baby," JT's deep voice said behind Kyle. He sounded slightly amused. "I ain't gonna do you like that. Turn around. Get on your knees for me like a good girl."
Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He looked up at the big black man standing over him, his legs spread. JT's bulging crotch was inches from Kyle's lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle's ass with just one stroke.
"I'll do what you want," Kyle blurted. He looked up into JT's eyes, pleading. "Just don't make it bad for me, please?"
JT's black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an animal on the prowl.
"I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard. I get relaxed like that," JT said, ignoring Kyle's plea.
JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take out his dick when a voice stopped him.
"JT, we got to talk," a man's low voice said at the cell door.
"Fuck that," JT said without turning around. "I'm trying out my new girl."
"It's important," the other man said. "About the game next week."
"It better be important," JT said, zipping his pants, keeping his dark eyes on Kyle.
JT stroked Kyle's cheek, and pursed his lips in a silent kiss. "Later baby," he said, and turned away, disappearing through the cell door.
Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to the cell bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier, talking to another man. For a wild moment, Kyle thought of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and started putting sheets on his bunk, thinking of the coming night.
After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that JT was there, waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved to find his cell empty. Kyle lay on the top bunk, thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT's hard body towering over him. Kyle's cock surged at the memory of JT's dark, sleek body pressed close, his unzipped jeans inches from Kyle's lips.
The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next cell, echoing down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees between JT's legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing become the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.
Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist, and was about to jack off when a low voice said, "I don't like my girls doing that when I ain't around."
