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Chapter 10 - Dave's Departure
Johnnie had been in prison now for 6 weeks. His following, due to his handling of "Faggot", had increased to 20. There was safety in numbers, and although most of his followers were young, muscular youths, Johnnie was still the youngest, but the toughest, most ruthless of them all. None of his followers wanted to ever cross him. After the "Faggot" incident, guards had allowed him and his followers to wear diapers, and shaved heads. But prison clothing does not go well with the skinhead image. Mid grey pants and shirt, blouson jacket, and hobnailed ankle work boots are well short of the skinhead look.
Visitors to new prisoners are not allowed for 4 weeks after sentencing, but because of Johnnie's problem and re-sentencing, it was 6 weeks before Michael could get to see Johnnie. He brought along Johnnie's skinhead clothing, and some little luxuries. The guards allowed the clothing through, but only Johnnie was allowed to wear the skinhead gear. Johnnie had made a few good contacts in the guards; especially the ones who hated the guard, Spencer, on duty the night Johnnie attacked "Faggot". He was known for his brutality towards inmates as well as other guards. His suspension and subsequent dismissal had been the impetus for the extra privileges Johnnie had received from the guards. Johnny's followers could not wear the skinhead gear, but with Johnnie in his gear, there was no doubt who and what they were. The group became a feared and growing group, much to the annoyance of the old timers, and gang bosses inside the prison. Johnnie was always present when new prisoners were received from the courts or watch houses, and a few bribes and favours saw Johnnie able to pick the youths he wanted for his bitches or group.
Johnnie was king of "D" block, and arranged for his crew to be moved into the one block. Pack rape of the bitches was a normal occurrence, and occurred several times a day. But Johnnie was very strict with his crew. Violent, rough even brutal rape was allowed, but not with any blood. Bashings was banned, and violence and brutality with love was in order. This is what made Johnnies crew so strong in the prison order. Where other groups used violence and brutality, bashings normally went hand in hand. Johnnies group did not use bashings, force yes, but not bashings. Youths new to the crew quickly found out that to be in Johnnie's crew meant safety and love. Most were straight men with girl friends on the outside. All were between 18 and 23. None had ever been in prison before, and never worn diapers. Within a couple of days, they wore their diapers with pride, and their homosexuality like a badge of courage. Johnnie was a good judge of personality. He could pick a swaying youth a mile off. He knew that the youths he picked would serve him and his crew well.
It was no surprise to Johnnie that the fellow diaper wearers in the prison tended to hang in his and his crew's company. They were not skinheads or diaper skinheads, but Johnnie could see potential in several, and decided to attempt conversion of those few. Johnnies "Bitch" Dave, was from London, and had come down to Southampton for a holiday, but came foul of the law when he ran out of money, and robbed a corner store. He got 4 months with 1 month off for good behaviour. He would leave the prison within a few weeks, so Johnnie needed to find a new "Bitch" before he left. Johnnie saw a young diapered guy enter the toilets during the exercise period. He was one of the guys Johnnie had been watching for a while, seeing potential homosexual traits in the way he looked at the other diapered guys in his crew. Johnnie decided to enter the toilets after him, and told Dave to guard the entrance. All inmates knew not to enter the toilets when an inmate guard was on lookout.
"What's your name" Johnnie asked as he sidled up to the washbasin next to the young guy.
"Mark, what's it to you?" He was wary and defensive, but trying to act tough.
"Like to know who I am going to rape that's all" Said Johnnie nonchalantly. "Don't like fucking strangers, like to at least know their name first." With that, Johnnie grabbed Mark around the chest, pinning his arms to his side, threw him to the floor, and started to undo his belt and trouser buttons. Mark put up little resistance. Johnnie pulled down Marks' trousers, and threw him over on his stomach, allowing him to access the rear of his diaper.
"Don't try to struggle Mark, I don't want to harm you, just fuck your arse off. I have been watching you for some time now, and you are as much a faggot as I am."
"I have been watching you too, how come it took you so long. I fantasize you fucking me every night my master fucks me. Please make this something I can really fantasize over for the rest of my life." Mark was already starting to breath heavy, as Johnnie was removing his already stiffened cock from his bleachers. Johnnie pulled down Mark's rubber over pants, and smelt the heady smell of urine and rubber. They sent his senses reeling. The smell of a young man in his prime, waiting for his cock to enter his young body, pound his arse into oblivion and suck him till his body fluids ooze from his orifices. Yes, this guy will replace Dave very nicely, thought Johnnie, very nicely indeed. The sexual encounter was slow, deliberately slow, Johnnie making as much of the time he had with Mark. He started first with rubbing his already throbbing cock all over Mark's face, allowing him to taste and smell his manhood, seeking his reaction, testing Mark's senses. Yes, Mark was homosexual, he was eager to smell and taste, eager to please. This was not a rape, this was an act of love, and Mark wanted it that way. Mark started to suck Johnnie's cock, and he let him go to see how quickly Mark could get him to come. Mark was an expert, obviously having been taught by a master at the prison. Johnnie felt the ecstasy of orgasm seething through his body, and just as he was about to let this life flow release, Mark pulled away from his cock, and allowed the fluids to pour over his face and brow. The trait of a true slave. Johnnie looked down at Mark, kissed him on the lips, a full tongue in throat kiss that lasted for several minutes, then slowly Johnnie licked Mark's face clean of cum, then proceeded to lick the entire neck, torso, groin, head buried inside Mark's diaper, sucking the urine in the cloth diaper, then moving Mark slowly around so he can lick and suck the rear of the diaper and his young butt.
Johnnies' head was still buried inside Marks diaper, the rubber over pants tightly over his head, adding to the eroticism. Johnnie started to lick the anal area, forcing his tongue up into Mark's arse. Mark had already come in his diaper several times since Johnnie had started to lick and suck him, and was again on the verge of coming. With Mark's arse primed for action, Johnnie now brought his cock to bear. His cock was hard and strong, with Johnnie rubbing it between Mark's arse cheeks, then gently at first but then harder and harder, till he entered Marks anal passage. Mark gave only a slight groan, then placed his hands on the rear of Johnnies bleachers and forced Johnnies cock deeper into himself.
"Give me everything you have Johnnie, everything. Make me cry for more, make me want you every waking moment. Give it to me rough, give me attitude, give me violence, and make me scream with your love. I want your body inside me pounding, punching, biting at my insides, and tearing my love from my soul. You are my soul mate, and I belong to you with every thread of my existence."
Johnnie knew this was going to be a one time sexual act till Dave left the prison. Dave had a wife and child on the outside, but he vowed to try and move to the Island on his release, and join Michael and the crew till Johnnie was released.
"You will have to return to your master for a while Mark. Dave leaves in 2 weeks, then I will take you away from Brute." Johnnie was firm but said it with love in his voice.
"You will not win a fight with Brute Johnnie, he has powerful friends here in the prison. They will get you somehow." Mark's concern was justified. Brute was just that. All brute force, and no brains. Johnnie knew he could not win a fight on sheer violence; it had to be on skill and cunning. Winners of fights over "Bitches" were never challenged once the fight was won, they were considered fair and square, no matter how the fight was won. Johnnie would win; he just had to figure out how.
Dave's last night came too soon for Johnnie. Dave laid on Johnnies bunk tears in his eyes.
"I never knew love like this Johnnie. Even when I proposed to my wife, I thought I knew what love was, when we made love I thought that was what love was. Now I know that this is love, and my love for my wife was fear of being found out that I was queer. My marriage is a sham, a crutch to hide my true self. I was always queer; I just didn't want to admit to it. Now I know I cannot keep living as a husband and father. I am queer, and I must live my life as a queer. Otherwise I will never be happy. I do love my son, but my wife will never let him go. I will miss you Johnnie. I will miss your love till you are released. I will go to the Island and wait for you." Mark was now in tears. He realised he may never be allowed to see his son again, as his wife is a strict catholic, with strong views on homosexuality.
"I will be a while Mark. Even when I am released, I cannot return to the Island till my parole is up. I will work with the diaper skins on the wharf until then." Johnnie was firm, but a slight tremor showed in his voice. He was going to miss Dave as much as Dave would miss him. After an emotional passionate night of sex, Dave was released at 10am the following day. His wife was there to meet him. It was 4 months before they met up again.
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