Mr. Black's Interview



by dale10



The latino teen stood before me nervously bouncing in his prison

issued

workboots and bright orange jump suit. His name was Carlos and he

was

nineteen.

Some of my intimate connections include officials and counselors at

the state's prisons and youth detention facilities, so I pretty much

have

my way with the inmates. I can't tell you how many of them we have

convinced to

make our porno films.most of them have stretched their endurance

and sexual

tolerance to an amazing extent.unwillingly of course.



I looked down at Carlos' file. He was much more appealing in person

than in his photo. He had been inside for six months of a five year

term. I'd

made sure the guards and inmates were partucularly rough on him, so

he really

hated it. Well, I'm sure all the convicts hated it, but he more than

most.

I'd had him put in a maximum security ward, and although I hadnt let

anybody fuck his sweet Latino ass, I'd allowed numerous daily threats

and

incidence of bullying to go unattended.Several times he had been

beaten up

quite badly. So the tough little fucker was scared out

of his mind.



"Now.Carlos is it? " I asked. He nodded. His face was round and

boyish.his head cropped close to the skull. His nose was wide and his

lips were full

and pouty. Natural cocksucker lips we call them.



He had large dark smoldering eyes that looked warily upon an unfair

world.

He was only five foot seven inches tall, but built like a boxer.





"Carlos, I see here that your time with us has not been very

comfortable for you. You have been beaten up four times. You have

engaged in food

fights, arguments with trustees, and late night rec room disturbances.

Consequently, you have been billeted in the security dorm where you

have had

continual trouble with inmates. No less than five times you have been

sexually

attacked, and thankfully security arrived in time to prevent your rape.

What have

you to say for yourself?"





"None if it my fault sir.the older guys keep attacking me.calling

me names like pussy.cunt.they says they want my; ass." He looked

at the floor,

embarassed by his very admission.





"the men here are sexually very frustrated. You are a nineteen year

old

boy.what do you do to entice their lust? "





"I dont do nothing sir.I'm straight.I never done nothing with no

guy.I dont do nothing. I don't want nothing to do with them." He

wiped his

pug nose with the back of one hand. He was a beauty all right.





"Do you cocktease them Carlos.wiggle your ass in the

shower.lick your lips seductively.do you enjoy upsetting them?"





"Honest to God sir.I dont do none of that stuff. I just wanna do

my time

and get outta here. "





"I also see that we have not allowed you any letters, phone

calls or visitors. Why is that?"





"I honest to God don't know sir; maybe you can help me. The other

guys all get visitors. My fiance.she only 17, and I'm worried sick

about her.

I aint seen her since I got convicted. And my mom, she not well.her

heart.and I ain't got no letters or nothing. Can't you get me some

word?"







Christ he was cute! A little toughy, like a baby bulldog. I pulled

a stack of letters out fo my desk drawer. "Here are the letters your

girlfriend

and mother sent you." I held them up. His full young mouth dropped

open.





"All those.can't I read 'em please. "





"I heard you can hardly read and write.so they wont be much good to

you. Of course I could read them to you. I could be your friend Carlos.

I

could see to it that you are moved to a minimum security cottage with

no hassles.I

could see to it that you have all the visitors you want.you mom.your

fiance. I

could even arrange a private room for the two of you to meet in, so

you could

fuck if you wanted too." At the word 'fuck' his close cropped head

snapped

up. "A boy like you.nineteen.you must really miss fucking badly. "





'You could do that for me?" he asked warily.





"I could. I have the forms right here to allow your fiance to visit. It's

awfully warm in here Carlos. Why dont you take off your boots and

socks?"





"Huh? what?" He wrinkled his brow. He was not the smartest kid I'd

ever dealt with.





"Relax.take off your boots and socks." The kid mus thave been one of

those spic-nigger mixes because he definetly had full lush African lips.

He

licked them now and with a nervous shrug kicked off his shoes. Then

he

reached down and peeled off his white sweatsocks. "You have nice

strong feet

Carlos.wide.like a boxer's feet.ever done any boxing?"





He looked from his naked feet, toes curling in the rug, up to me.

"Ah.just street stuff.you know.goin a few rounds with the guys. But

I was

pretty good."







"I bet your were. Now I think I could arrange to move you to a

minimum security cottage away from those animals who are after your

ass,

as soon as this afternoon.would you like that?"





"Oh God yes sir,thank you sir. I don't think I can stand it in C block

much longer. Somebody gonna get killed. " He twisted his hands in

front

of himself. They were broad.tough hands.





"Carlos.why dont you just slip out of your jump suit? Maybe a job

for you in the auto mechanic shop.you like cars dont you?"





"I love cars sir,and I could do good work there too, I know it."

In some ways he was still such a kid. So easy to mind fuck.





"Just between you and me Carlos,I've been looking at your case,and

I think if we got a good lawyer,we could knock three years off that

sentence.

Eh.you've still got your jump suit on."





"Why do I gotta take my clothes off, sir?"





"Think of me as a doctor Carlos. Think of this as a kind of

examination. If I'm going to invest time and energy in you,

I have to make sure you are in good

health,and also make sure you know how to take orders. Now shuck

that

jumpsuit.huh?"





I kept smiling. He looked like a trapped animal, and really, he wasn't

much more than an animal; a muscular lithe spic street animal who

needed to be

broken and tamed. His face was all screwed up like he was trying to

work something

out, like his head hurt him from all the thinking. Then, he reached up

and slid down the zipper on his orange jump suit. He stepped out of it

gracefull like a young brown gazelle. Now I had the first look at his

body. Well, the

first clear look. I had seen him in the showers through the special

window there and





in the men's can. Windows supposedly used for behavior control

observation, but

more frequently used for prison personnel to jerk off as they watched







the hunky

naked convicts. There is something appealing about big fat naked

prisoner dick!

Carlos stood there on bare feet, naked except for his shorts.





His shoulders were broad and his arms and pecs well developed. he

could easily have been a boxer. Two big quarter sized nipples rode

high on his

well shaped chest. His smooth, hairless stomach was tight and you

could see the

six packs quite clearly. A thin trail of black hair travelled from his belly

button down into his baggy boxer shorts. The outline of a thick prick

pushed out

the front of the old boxers. His legs looked like tree trunks, thick and

strong.





High on one pec a homemade tatoo proclaimed "mom" and

another, a skull,

rode on his lower stomach just on his right hip, the chin of the death's

head

disappearing into the boxers. He stood there with the jumpsuit at his

feet, shifting from one large wide naked foot to the other,

even more like a dancing boxer facing his foe. His

eyes avoided. me.





"You can put your shoes and clothing on that chair there. Make sure to

fold it neatly. " I watched him move.my own dick aching with

erection in my

trousers and starting to leak. I slid one hand below the desk to

release

it before it stained my new light gray suit slacks with pre fuck.

Knowing it would continue to drip, I slid a hanky under it.

"Thats fine Carlos. You have a fine

body. Something to be proud of. I hope you work out regularly here in

prison?"





"yes sir.three times a week. " I saw him relax a bit. Maybe this was

just an examination and not what he feared.





"You know, your fiance Maria sent a photo of herself in one of these

letters. She's a real beauty. You must be proud of her."





His mouth went slack again. I saw his shoulders droop. "Eh.could I

see the picture.please.?" He licked those full young lips again.







"Oh Gosh, I don't know. That's not allowed under your current

status. Of course, if we changed your status." I fingered the photo of

his



cunt fiance,not letting him see her.

His eyes got all milky looking.tears? Could it be,from an

brutish spic animal like this? I almost laughed out loud.



"Oh please sir. It's been six months. I love her so much." He had been

arrested for armed robbery. In court, he protested that he was trying

to get

money so he and Maria could get married.



"Yes, if I changed your status, you could see the picture. Hell, you

could see her by tomorrow. You could have her come and visit.

Carlos , why dont you take off your underpants?"



The look on his face told me he finally understood the game we were

playing. He finally got the rules.

"You a homo?" he asked. I admired his spunk.



"Yes Carlos. I am a homo, and I am going to play with your handsome



body. And if you do everything I say and behave real good, I'll do all

those things I said; let your fuck your fiance, see your mom,

move your room, even work on getting your sentence reduced.



But in return, you have to play my game

with me."



He stood frozen, not moving at all, except for the gentle rise and

fall of his tits. His fat pink nipples were real prize winners.



He rubbed one hand over his face

like he was wiping away his thoughts. He chewed his full lower

lip. a task I

envied. Then, he said to me. "Aint there no other way?"



"No Carlos, there is no other way. But I'll throw another equation

into the mix. If you dont do as I say,I'll see to it that



you stay put in C block for five years.

I'll bet those boys in there can't wait to turn you into

their bitch.



The last boy cute as you I sent there had a new asshole ripped. They

fucked him so hard that his shitter wouldnt work. He had to get a

colostomy.



His young girlfriend didnt much care for him when he got out,not

with a shit bag hanging from his hip. See, if we dont control the





guys in C block, they'll fuck a new boy to death.

So you see,things could be very good for you

Carlos, or very bad. Now why dont you see the light



of reason and slip off your underpants."



His face became passive and his eyes deadened. His hands moved

automatically to the waistband of his boxers.



"There we go." I whispered, as the cloth slid

down over sleek brown legs to reveal a healthy uncut Latino teen prick

nestled in a thick bush of black cockhair. The dick was amazing;

thick as a coke can, hanging six inches flaccid with another inch of

foreskin.

Behind it, a low hanging ball bag with nuts the size of hard boiled

eggs.



That of course is why I picked him. for his handsome rugged looks

and his marvelous endowment. The prick, even flaccid, looked

out of place on his small compact body. The big dick





and balls and the large nipples gave the short nineteen year old a

fucking

obscene quality.



"Put the boxers on the chair." He turned. His big brown pecker swung.

His fat balls danced in their bag, and I saw the muscular globes

of his hard smooth ass, firm cheeks and a deep asscrack.



He turned back to face me,his hands covering his genitals. "You

dont want to do that ." I said with a smile, and he put his hands

at his side,letting me see the nineteen year old dick.

the dick.



"Now Carlos, I am going to ask you some personal questions, and I

want

honest answers. We may check your answers later with a lie detector

test,

and if they differ, well it could go very badly with you. So be a good

boy,



and answer truthfully. First, before you were arrested,how many

time a week did you fuck your fiance?"





"Look, cant we leave her out of this,I mean." His body was

starting to glow from nervous sweat.

I could smell him now too.nervous sweat smell.



"I have to get an accurate picture of your sexual activity. Now





answer."



"I guess.we fu.we did it almost every night."



"You fucked almost every night?" I stared at that big fat dick and

imagined that

young cunt being in love with it.

"What was the most times you fucked her in one day?"





He hung his head. "Four times."





"My goodness, Ill bet with that big dick of yours,her pussy was

really sore. Did you ever fuck her in the ass?"





I saw his big adams apple rise and fall as he swallowed. "Yeah.but

she don't like that."





"But you like it dont you. How often do you fuck her in the ass?" As I

asked these questions, I studied his thick penis. it started to swell just

a

bit. My own dick was soaking the handkerchief on my chair.





"Please,do I gotta."





I cut him off." How often?"





"I dont know. Once, twice a week."





"Did she suck your dick every day?'





"Course man.like any guy and his chick, she would suck it before

we fucked."





The thought of sex with her was causing his prick to thicken and

push against his foreskin now. It stood out at a low angle, swelling,

growing. I could tell that he could feel it. He glanced down,

ashamed.



"Did you cum in he rmouth alot?"





"Oh.man.why you doing this shit? it makes me feel bad when

I think of her. Yeah, yeah. I'd cum in her mouth five or six times a

week.

She didnt like that much either. "







'But you still did it? You still shot loads of fucksnot into her

mouth?"





"Yeah.I mean.a guys gotta do his thing, don't he? It's just

normal sex for a guy!"





"Oh yes. Why dont you masturbate your cock until I see how

big it gets?"





'Oh man.I cant do that in front of you."





"Oh sure you can. Don't be embarassed. Just stoke your

fat spic fuckmeat, and if it helps, rub your tits or balls.

I bet you like those big pink nipples sucked. Your tits are real prize

winners, boy! Firm muscular pecs with big fat pink titty cones.

Go ahead, frig your dick for me. Thats it. Oh Carlos, you can put

more

enthusiasm into it than that. Really pump that fucker. Spread your

feet

wider. Come on, I wanna see your balls dancing. "





He beat his big fat spic meat and stuck his pink tongue out

through his brown lips.

" I aint never done nothing with a guy.I dont think I

can." he whined over the humiliating sound of slap slap slap.

The endearing sound of a teenage boy pounding his fuckmeat.





I love to make convicts masturbate naked in front of me.

There are few more dehumanizing activities.





I've seen lots of grown men.hardened criminals

sob while they jerked off in front of me and some of my friends. It's

worse than sucking dick or getting fucked in some ways,





because here they are not

passive,they are active.doing it to themselves in front of someone

else.





Amazing. The latino fucksausage grew to ten humongous inches. It

started to leak and drip almost immediately.

He beat off with his left hand, even though he

was a righty. His big balls bounced and swung. His nipples got hard

and stood out hard and pink like erect cunt titties.





I could see he had real loose dickskin.see how it slid back and forth.





It was really hot. I ordered him to

stop. At first he couldn't, he was so in to it, but then he did, and he

stood at attention.his ten inch prick swaying and bobbing out in front





of

his strong sweating brown body,a

string of fuckslime running from the wet head.



"That's very good Carlos.your balls look very heavy. I'll bet you

haven't cum in a very long time. Boy like you needs to empty



his jugs every day. Course, we don't allow that here,

not with certain inmates anyway. How would

tomorrow at two

be for you to see Maria.would that work out for you?"



He tried to focus on what I was saying. His prick bounced by itself.

"Eh.two.yeah.that. any time. sir."



"You're making a mess Carlos.scoop that slop off your dickhead. Now

lick your fingers clean.got to be neat, you know.His chest was

heaving with tension and exertion now.

He made a foul face, but licked his spunky fingers clean.



"Now Carlos, I want a little closer look. Climb up here on the desk

and squat in front of me, and then continue to masturbate."



I couldnt tell if his moans

were from lust or humiliation, as he squatted therem his muscular

compact body on my desk.and beat his nineteen year old prick for

me.



I reached out and cupped

the swinging nuts. His scrotum was like velvet. I milked his nuts

while he

beat off.



"Sir.I dont like it when guys touch me." he moaned.



"I know." I said, sliding my hand back along his ass crack to his

asshole.



"Oh God.please.dont." He kept jacking off, tears running down his

handsome punk face.



"I know it's not easy for you. Just pretend its your girlfriend."



I rubbed one finger on his asspucker. "I'm going to fuck you Carlos.

I'm going to turn you into my bitch.

And you are going to let me, aren't you? You are

going to let me because you want to see your fiance and your mama

.and you don't want to be





gang fucked in C Block. It's better to have just one cock, my cock, up

your pussy than all those guys, isn't it?"





While I talked, I gently forced my finger into his rectum. He squirmed

and moaned, and spit out little sobs, and kept beating his big dick.

"You're going to let me fuck your asspussy.aren't you Carlos."

It wasn't a question.





"Man, I dont want that done to me. Anything else man.anything.I'll

suck your dick man. I don't wanna be fucked. I don't wanna be

turned into no girl.not that."

He was crying now.Tough little shit was crying out loud.



"It has to be that Carlos.you know it has to be that. I gotta fuck

your ass to prove that you will do what I say.

it's not about sex Carlos, it's about power. I

gotta turn you into my pussy cunted dick ditch.my cockpig.my

twat. Now lay on the desk on your back and lift your legs. Keep



beating your dick. Don't cum though. Lift and spread your legs like a

whore.



Open your eyes Carlos.look at

me. I want you to look at me. I'm undressing now. Keep your feet in

the air and your legs spread like a fuckslut. Come on

Carlos.bitchgirl.you can

do it for me. Think of all the nice things you'll get. Think of knocking

time

off your sentence. All you gotta do is cooperate. All you gotta do it be

a faggot

fuckhole for my big slobbering dick. My pussyboy. See my dick Carlos.



You spics and niggers haven't cornered the market on cock.no sir.

Stop crying Carlos. " Iwalked around to his head briefly and wiped

the snot running from his nose



on my dickhead.which I then rubbed across his lips. His lips glistened

with

snot and dickleak. He was crying like a little girl.



"Pretty soon you get to see your fiance.wont that be great? And your

mamma.your mammita.beat that meat.spread those whore legs.

Can

you feel my dickhead at your asshole. Can you feel it rubbing against

your

asslips? You got a tight hole boy. This is gonna hurt.

But thats the way I like it. Now,push

out.push out with your rectum muscles like you were taking a shit.





Oh fuck, that's a small cunthole. My dickhead is hardly able to break it.

Shit.push harder. Stop sobbing. Push you worthless spickshit, you.

Push with your boycunt. Oh yeah.oh yeah.oh

yeah.now you know what a cunt feels like when you fuck her.

That dick head is going in. Those pussy lips are stretched to tearing.





I can feel the skinripping.oh boy.oh boy.that cockhead

just popped in.can you feel it , Cunt?

You got a man's dickhead inside your asspussy.

You're not a man anymore. From now on,

your are a faggot fuckhole.toyboy.

Now, lets slide more dick up you.hang on twatlips.its gonna hurt.





OOOHHHH fuck, that feels so fucking good.

Keep those fucking legs spread. Beat that dick.get it hard again.

Show me how much you fucking love dick in your twat.

Let me get a hand full of sow nipple.



You like it when I twist your titties ,huh?

Is that what you do to your cunt? Tug her

nipples while you plow her? You sure you never had prick up you

before? Oh that's

going in easy now.just like a fucking whore. I'm way up inside your

spic guts now.



I just gotta spit in your face, spic.it's so damned cute.you need

your face gobbed on. Open your mouth,



so I can gob in your mouth while I jam my

prick into your belly.

You'll never be a fucking man again, spicshit. Even your

fiance will be able to tell you been dicked. You're probably gonna be

crawling

back for more. Shit all you latino punks are dick hungry anyway, you

just hide

it. I heard you all suck off your brothers and your fathers

when you're just kids. Put your legs on my shoulders now.

I'm going to fuck deep and hard now.in and out, almost to just the

head, and

then in balls deep. Fuck you pregnant

girl. Oh yes, you are a good fuck.tight fucking pussy.fuck it, fuck

it.fuck it. Christ, look at those fat pink sow titties. I just gotta bite

them.

Try to suck milk out of them."



The poor kid was a mindless fucking mess. Not so tough now. After I

shot my load up his asshole, he curled up on my desk like a baby and

whimpered.



"Can I see her picture.can I.can I." he whined finally. I took his





fiance's

photo and gave it to hum. He looked at it and cried. His prick a soft

leaking sausage

over his brown hard tummy, still not released of its fuck need.



"Can I.can I jerk off while I look

at it?" he asked me like a little boy.



I stroked his boyish face and played with his full lips. "Sure

honey, but you kept your part of the bargain, and so Ill keep mine.

You can see her alone tomorrow. You can make love to her.



Wouldn't you rather wait until then?"

Of course we'd videotape the entire fucksession with his fiance

.without telling him.



"Besides Carlos, there's somebody in the next room who would really

like to see you. She's come a long way, and shes not well."





'My momma?" He sat up naked and sweat covered on my desk.

Nineteen

and a street punk but a little boy inside.





"Yeah.shes waiting to see you."





"Can I.can I?" like a puppy.





"Sure.right now." He hopped off the desk, flaccid prick

swinging and reached for his boxers.





"But Carlos, there are rules. Security rules. You gotta stay bare

assed naked. "





He blinked. "Bare assed.I cant see my momma bare assed."





"Do you want to see her or not.it's up to you. I'm sure she will be so

glad to see you, she'll hardly notice."





He tilted his head to one side, trying hard to articulate his

suffering. "but she'll see my.my."





'Your big thick spic prick.your cuntstuffer? Your fuckhose?

Yes she will, but remember, she gave birth to you.so, so what?





Shes crying, she wants to see you so badly.

Now here's what you do Carlos, you go right through

that door and give her a big hug and kiss.







And then, sit in the gray metal chair across from her and

have a nice long talk.

Keep your legs spread nice and wide and keep your hands at your

side. "



He groaned and rolled his eyes, then turned toward the door. His fat

flaccid

dick swing as he got ready to see his mother.





"One more little thing Carlos. Masturbate yourself to erection before

you go in."





"I wont do it. Not in front of my Mama. I wont let her see me that

way. She's very religious.shes not well. I just cant."

Tears ran down his handsome cheeks. His big tits heaved.





"Carlos, if you don't see her today, the authorities will think you

dont want to see her.

They wont let her come back. I can fix it so you can see her

every week, but you gotta do this for me.

Now, get a nice big hard on for your mamma,

and Ill get to work on getting Maria here tomorrow. Go on

bitch.frig your

prick."





His hand started to play with his limp dick, his eyes closed. His

head leaned against the door.

When his prick was a full ten dripping inches.he

looked at me like a hurt puppy.





"Good . That looks real nice. A really nice looking big fat cuntstuffing

piece of prickmeat. Momma is going to be surprised at how big her boy

is.

Now here's the rules. You can stay in there and visit with your

mom, as long as your dick stays hard. If it goes limp, thats the end of

the

visit. You can visit with her for hours if you want to,





that's fine with me, as long as you

keep a nice full hardon, ten dripping inches. Masturbate all you want.

Tell your mamma it's

part of your therapy.l dont care. You have a good time. I imagine you

have

lots of catching up to do. Just dont let that dick go down!"







I laughed to myself. I could already see the video we would sell to my

clients.

"Masturbating Prison Son!" Life is Good.





the end.