My Cell
by Tony

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I got caught nonetheless. A friend of mine, Chuck, stole a car and I went along for the ride. When the Highway Patrol pulled us over, we were both arrested and put in jail for stealing the car. I had never been in jail before and since this was a new experience for me, I was at a loss for words at the living conditions; Small, tight cells packed right up against each other and grim, harsh looking inmates and guards at every turn. What had I gotten myself into?

I'm gay, and had a thing for Chuck so I went along with his hair-brained scheme of stealing a car. I should have known better. Not only was he not gay, but he had little or no appeal, the more I actually got to know him. I never in a million years thought we'd actually get caught though. Since I had no record, I was isolated from the other prisoners (the more violent types) and was made to sleep and eat in a small 5 by 7-foot cell. There were no windows in my cell and the cell door had a small slat at eye level but nothing more.

I was immediately claustrophobic. The toilet in the corner of my cell was rust covered and dirty and very small, but it appeared to work once I'd flushed it. I was brought meals twice a day and allowed out for exercise once a day. Since I was only an accomplice, I only had to serve a three-month stretch of a year-long sentence ... and that was only if I was on my best behavior. I got to know a few of my other 'non-violent' cellmates and they sorta showed me the ropes. Who to talk to, who not to talk to, who to trust, who to ask if I needed anything--that sort of thing, They warned me specifically about one of the guards though. Bellows was his last name. At least that was what appeared on the tag on his uniform ... and his first name was apparently John. They told me horror stories of what he'd done to a couple of previous inmates and they said that if I pissed him off for any reason, just to do whatever he told me (whether I liked it or not) and he'd leave me alone. I knew I'd never have a reason to piss him off since he worked the late shift and I was asleep the entire time he was on duty so I wasn't particularly worried.

That all changed one night after only a few weeks there. I remember I was just finishing up my exercises (there's not much else to do in your cell since you have no TV, books, stereo, etc) when I heard someone knocking on my cell door. It was about 10:15pm on a Thursday night and I was just about to turn in for bed anyway.

"Who's there?" I asked through the slat in the cell door.

"Move away from the door and sit down on your cot" Came a loud voice from the other side of the door.

I moved away from the door and sat down on my cot. The cell door opened and a striking young man came into my cell. He was very handsome with short-cropped black hair and he had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but glance down at his shiny black boots. See I have this thing for the male foot and I couldn't help but stare. About a size 10 or 10 1/2 I'd say.

"Cell inspection," he barked. "Get up!" He snarled as he prodded me with his billyclub. I stood up and backed away to the corner of the cell. He flipped the mattress of the cot over and looked under it. He felt between the sheets and slid down on all fours and used a small flashlight to look underneath the cot. He stood up and shined the light at me.

"What's your name boy?" he questioned.

"Todd Kellerman, sir,"

He clicked off the flashlight and put it away. He lit a cigarette and took a long draw. He moved closer to me. As he stood only inches from my face, I saw the nametag attached to his uniform. Oh no it was 'Bellows'! I swallowed hard and said nothing. I think I was shaking.

"So Todd. Let's get something straight okay?" He whispered, "You do what I tell you and you'll be outta here in no time. You pull some shit with me, you fuck with me in any way whatsoever, and I'll break your balls, you hear me?"

I nodded.

"I said you HEAR ME?" he shouted. "Yes sir," I managed to squeak out.

He moved closer to me and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and held it between his fingers and then roughly pulled my mouth against his. He kissed me long and hard. I could taste the tobacco and a hint of spearmint on his breath. He let go of me and grinned. "Not a word to anybody, understand?"

I nodded and stuttered out, "Yes sir!"

With that he smiled and left without a word.

I was stunned. He visited my cell again the next night. I'd just laid down to go to sleep when I heard the key turning on my cell door. It swung open and in walked a guard. I couldn't tell who it was in the dark, but I was sure it was 'Bellows'. I pushed myself up off the cot and sat with my back against the wall. I saw a cigarette being lit and as the match flashed in front of the guards' face, my suspicions became reality as John Bellows stood before me in my cell.

"Get down," He whispered. I got off the cot and stood in front of him. "No, I said get down!" he grabbed my head and forced me to my knees in front of him. What a dilemma! Here I was ... a gay man ... on my knees in front of a gorgeous man. But I was terrified! He could kill me and no one would ever be the wiser. I tilted my head down showing subservience and stared at his boots. He lit a small candle and set it on the toilet. I could see a bit better but didn't move at all.

"Lay on the floor," He commanded.

I did as I was told and lay on the floor. I could hear him inhale the cigarette smoke and exhale it smoothly. He stepped on my back as he moved from the toilet to the front of the cell. I grunted softly from the force of his weight, but I said absolutely nothing for fear of a severe beating or maybe worse. He finished his cigarette and dropped it onto my back. He lifted his heavy boot and ground the cigarette out into my back. Thankfully the heavy cloth of my uniform protected my back from most of the burn, but it still hurt like hell and I squealed from both the pressure of his weight and the burning cigarette. He finished grinding the butt into back and stepped down hard on the back of my neck. I couldn't believe it, here was guy who was actually abusing me pretty badly and I was getting a hard-on in response to the foot work he was dishing out ...was I crazy?

He pushed down harder on my neck with his boot and said to me, "I'm the one in control, you got me? You do what I say and you'll be okay."

I gritted my teeth from the pressure he applied and I realized that he was actually standing on my neck. His other boot dangled in front of my face as he applied more pressure to the back of my neck. He finally stepped off of my throbbing neck and kicked me hard in the side. He bent down and pulled my face up to his. He kissed me again and let my face drop to the floor.

"You make a pretty good door mat there, bitch," he said. I'd doubled over from the pain that his kick to my side had caused and he grinned down at me and left my cell without another word.

He only came into my cell one last time and he never bothered me again after that. It was about a week and a half after he'd kicked me in the side late that night and left. I was just turning off the light in my cell and getting ready for bed when I heard the key in the lock. The cell door opened and Bellows walked in with his flashlight shining. He approached my cot and pulled me up. He shoved me up against the wall of the cell and he lit a cigarette. He placed a candle on the back of the toilet and lit it. He leaned up against the cell wall and smiled at me as he smoked his cigarette.

"Why haven't you ever told anyone what goes on in here?" He asked almost politely.

"You told me not to, sir" I replied.

"That's never stopped anyone before. Why haven't you told your little cellmate buddies on this hall. I know you talk to each other. I'm sure they've warned you about me before? They're always talkin' shit around here and they never shut up."

"No sir. They haven't said anything to me. I just pretty much keep to myself."

"Don't lie to me," he said.

"No sir. I wouldn't lie to you."

He didn't say anything for a few minutes and he finished his cigarette. He tossed the butt into the open toilet and smiled at me again. At least he didn't grind the butt out into my back this time. He paced the cell a few times. He looked at me finally and started to talk.

"You're different. You never scream and you never yell. You don't tell anyone what I've done to you. That's not normal! What is it with you? I think you might like it a little bit, huh?"

"No sir. I just know that you said not to tell anyone--and so I haven't"

"No, I think you might like it a little," he insisted.

I said nothing and just stared at the floor.

"Come over here," He demanded.

I walked over to the cot where he had sat down.

"Unzip my fly," He said. I unzipped his fly. "Well, take it out ... don't just sit there!"

I pulled his underwear aside and grabbed his half-hard cock. I pulled it free of his pants and looked up at him.

"Suck it. Suck it good too!"

He snapped. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked. He moaned in pleasure so I must have pleased him in some way! I continued to suck his dick for a few minutes when he pulled my head back. "Stop for a second," He said. "Pull my boots off. I want you to smell a real working man's feet."

I was excited at once, but very wary too.

"That's it, pull 'em off," He motioned as he stuck his booted feet in my lap. I pulled the first boot off and noticed his regulation black dress sock. It was damp and bunched up at the ankle of his foot. I could smell the sweat and leather. He suddenly shoved his socked foot into my face. "Pull that sock off with your teeth," I wrapped my mouth around his foot and bit down gently so that I could remove the smelly sock.

"That's it bitch, pull that sock off." I removed the sock and was quickly ordered to remove the other boot and sock in the same fashion. Once I'd removed both socks, he forced his right foot up under my chin and forced me over backwards. He stood over me with his foot planted squarely on my neck as he held me pinned down firmly against the floor of my cell. He jacked his dick and looked down at me. He applied more pressure to my neck as he jerked off. And he would occasionally move his foot from my neck to my face and he'd step down hard onto my nose and forehead. He continued to jack his dick and he suddenly erupted all over my shirt and face. His cum dripped from the head of his dick and he bent down to straddle me. He wiped his dick across my face a few times. He then stood up again and stepped on my face. He gathered as much of his cum on the bottom of his foot as he could and then he shoved it into my mouth.

"Suck my foot, bitch!" He screamed at me. "Suck that cum off of there!"

I did as he asked.

"Yeah, work on those toes. That's it--suck it boy, suck it!" He moaned.

Once I'd finished, he sat back on the cot and made me put his socks and boots back on him and he got up.

"That was good Todd. Real good." He said deviously. "You've got to be a fag. No one would let me do that to them and not put up a fight. Are you a fag?"

He didn't wait for me to answer. "Yeah, you're a fag ... but you've earned yourself something, you know that?" He lit a cigarette and left the room.

He never came into my cell me again. And you know what? I'm not to sure if I'm happy about that or not.

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