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fuckinā€™ Carter thought heā€™d punish for it.  Stupid motherfuckinā€™ Carter was gonna make me pay for doinā€™ somethinā€™ that he let happen a dozen times a day to other peopleā€™s sons.  Anā€™ nephews.  Anā€™ fathers.  Anā€™ husbands.  Anā€™ shit.  Man, I had to smile at that.  Fuckinā€™ hypocrite.  He deserved anything I did to him.

I took my hand off his crotch but kept the shiv tight against his throat.  He was shiverinā€™.  I could feel him.  I think he was more scared of me beinā€™ quiet than of anything elseā€™d happened, so far.  He was smart to be.

I pulled a strip from a towel Iā€™d shredded out of my pocket anā€™ whispered to him, ā€œPut your hands behind you.ā€

He jolted anā€™ asked me, ā€œWhy?ā€

I dug the shiv into his neck, just enough to cut him.  He gasped then did as I said.  I used the strip to tie his wrists together.  Twice around.  Good anā€™ knotted.  Got ā€˜em so tight he grunted from the pain.  Then I turned him ā€˜round to face me.  I was still smilinā€™ -- anā€™ that scared him more than anything.  Fuckinā€™ shit.  A fuckinā€™ guard was shakinā€™ ā€˜cause of me.  This was gonna be great.  I crushed him against the corner anā€™ whispered, ā€œHow ā€˜bout I show ya what I did to your buddyā€™s nephew?ā€

ā€œWhat?ā€  But then it hit him anā€™ he shook his head anā€™ choked out a, ā€œNo.ā€

I pressed harder against him.  Held him tight against the brick.  Ground my dick into his crotch.  Anā€™ grinned wider.  Then I unbuckled his belt.  He jolted anā€™ tried to squirm away, so I slammed him to the floor.  He landed hard, but he was still able to cry out.  He started to scream loud enough he mightā€™ve been heard over the noise of the machines, so I yanked off my tee-shirt anā€™ jammed it into his mouth.  Hard.  Almost down his throat.  He gagged anā€™ tried to kick me, so I pulled his pants down to his ankles anā€™ pulled his belt tight around ā€˜em.  Then I pulled my tee-shirt out of his mouth -- didnā€™t want him to choke to death -- and used it as a gag on him.  Now he was too tied down to do me much damage.  He still bucked anā€™ tried to yell, but the noise from the washers anā€™ dryers anā€™ the gag kept anybody from hearinā€™ him.  I stood up watched the little pig squirm, lovinā€™ it.

His boxers were still pretty much on, so I straddled his chest anā€™ ripped ā€˜em off him.  He was uncut, the fuck, but I wasnā€™t gonna back down, not by that point; I was just gonna hurt him, even more.

I turned anā€™ now was straddlinā€™ his belly, watchinā€™ him try to spit out my shirt anā€™ look around for help anā€™ shake his head, no.  I slid my zipper down, slow.  Tauntinā€™ him.  Then I dug inside anā€™ pulled out my dick.  Man, I was hard as a rock.  I rubbed it against his face.  He shook his head like he was gonna go nuts.  I almost laughed.

ā€œThis is goinā€™ up your ass, bitch,ā€ I said, ā€œanā€™ youā€™re gonna love it.  Thatā€™s what fucked up your buddyā€™s cunt of a nephew -- me showinā€™ him how much he liked havinā€™ my thick dick up his sweet little ass.ā€

Carter tried to scream, so I slapped him.  Hard.  Twice.  He started cryinā€™.  I pulled my shirt down from his mouth to around his neck anā€™ twisted it tight.  He gasped for air but could still breathe, just not enough to yell.  I held it there with my left hand as I unbuttoned his shirt with my right.

He had big pecs, hairless anā€™ smooth, anā€™ his abs were as soft anā€™ smooth as Connieā€™s.  Surprised me.  I figured heā€™d have something like the six-packs you see these iron-junkies always goinā€™ for.  Not that I gave a shit about how he looked.

He just gasped anā€™ shook his head anā€™ muttered, ā€œNo, God, please,ā€ over anā€™ over.  I twisted my shirt a little tighter to shut him up.  Then I shifted around, pulled his legs up anā€™ slipped between ā€˜em anā€™ lubed myself with some spit.  Before he could even think about it, Iā€™d rammed my dick deep into him.

He tried to scream, but I had my shirt twisted too tight ā€˜round his throat, so he just choked.  When I was all the way in him, I let it loose a little.  Didnā€™t want him hurlinā€™ on me or drowninā€™ in his own puke.  Then I pumped into him, long anā€™ slow anā€™ hard.  Anā€™ I played with his ass.  Anā€™ I stroked his belly.  Anā€™ I sucked on his tits.  Anā€™ I told myself I was back with Connie, fuckinā€™ her anā€™ suckinā€™ on her tits anā€™ rubbinā€™ her belly like I always had.  Anā€™ finally came the fun part -- he started gettinā€™ hard.  Soon you couldnā€™t tell he wasnā€™t cut, anā€™ just to prove how much he was my bitch, I let go of my shirt, kept lickinā€™ his tits anā€™ stroking his abs, anā€™ made my other hand circle his dick, anā€™ I began pullinā€™ on it.

He froze, like he couldnā€™t believe what was happeninā€™, then he said, ā€œWhat thā€™ fuckā€™re you doinā€™?ā€

I twisted the shirt tight, again, anā€™ kept pullinā€™ on his dick.  He got harder anā€™ harder, anā€™ I sneered as he tried to squirm away from me.  I was close to cominā€™, so I slowed down my action anā€™ pulled harder on his dick.  Even spit in my hand to make the pullinā€™ smoother.  I wanted this fucker to taste his own shit.

After a couple minutes, I was close to firinā€™ into him, anā€™ I was wonderinā€™ if he ever was gonna shoot.  He was fightinā€™ me, like you wouldnā€™t believe -- shakinā€™ his head anā€™ tryinā€™ to twist away from my hand

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