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Nothing is stranger in Indio's story than what happened after he became Henrik's slave in early 1971.
In some ways, Indio found it much more pleasant than rooming with Scalpel--Henrik allowed Indio to keep his commissary funds, and never raised a disciplinary hand.
"Fuck who you want, when you want, Woggie." Henrik said cheerfully. "Squirt all over the place, your semen is your own...you just can't have me."
But sady, that was all Indio wanted. He was allowed to bathe Henrik, and shave the fairy's legs, (for Henrik was a bit of a female impersonator at times) and even was allowed to lick out Henrik's asshole.
But Henrik was not interested in letting Indio fuck him, or to fuck Indio, or even to let Indio suck his penis, though Henrik did tease him constantly.
"You like it and you can't have it, but you can kiss the tip" Henrik would say, bursting into laughter as Indio smooched the tip of Henrik's pink wand. "It's just not for boys like you...you just ain't quality."
This was heartbreaking for my brother, who had always been considered quite exotic and desirable wherever he went... But Indio bided his time, thinking that perhaps Henrik would come around in time.
What astonished Indio about Henrik was the number of privileges he had. Henrik had a refrigerator and a television set in his cell, a rare thing in the early seventies.
Henrik could even leave his cell when everyone else was locked in, by only waving his finger at the hack.
Indio knew that Henrik was not from an influential family--his immigrant father had turned Henrik into the street at age thirteen upon finding him in the bathtub with their Presbyterian minister.
Henrik's rich ex-lover Osbert did send him money, but it wasn't much more than about fifty dollars a month... and Indio was well aware that Henrik had lots more privileges than that could buy!
But then one day, Henrik brought Indio to meet Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut, and all was revealed.
"But why are we going to see him?" Indio asked Henrik suspiciously as they opened the Deputy Superintendent's door.
Prisoners did not generally interact with so august a personage as a Superintendent without first going through the Captain of the Guards.
Not to mention the fact that Deputy Superintendent Algren Schildkraut, a former Marine captain, was known to be quite a martinet.
He had put down several prison strikes...he was feared even by the toughest convicts, and respected heavily by the warden.
But apparently Henrik was unaware or unconcerned about this.
"Not to worry, my little Wog...I'm the Deputy Superintendent's secretary, don't you know." Henrik said breezily.
Indio shook his head at this, knowing that Henrik, despite a awesome natural cunning, was barely literate and could have flapped his arms and flown over the wall as easily as typing a page.
As they entered, a raven haired man with full lips and a muscular build looked up from his desk. "Who comes in without knocking? Oh, Henrik it's you..."
Indio could see the look of pleasure on Schildkraut's face, but then he saw Indio, and he hardened again. "Who's this? Why are you bringing another inmate here, this isn't a social club."
Henrik smiled at Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut. "Oh, Shirley...can't I bring a friend here? Don't be such a bitch."
Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut slammed his fist on the table. "How dare you call me that. I am--"
Henrik chortled. "You're what? Deputy Superintendent Algren Schildkraut, the Iron Fist of this prison?
What crap, you're a little Shirley girl, who wears makeup when she's alone and sucks my dick on a regular basis...and I want Indio here to see it."
Indio's heart fell in his stomach. Good God, they'd be locked in the hole [solitary confinement] for a year!
But the young black-haired man's face turned blood red, and then white, and then Indio's unbelieving ears heard him say:
"It-it's not such a good idea, sir, to have another prisoner here, I-I-"
Henrik smirked and winked at Indio broadly. "Why not, Shirley? I just brought Indio here to see what a worm you are...you need a daily reminder, don't you?"
At this, Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut's eyes filled with tears. His lower lip began trembling. "B-but it's our secret, H-Henrik. P-please don't-don't."
And then the Deputy Superintendent stomped his foot like a child!
"Oh, Shirley, Shirley...I'm so disappointed in you, throwing tantrums like a little girl" Henrik said, shaking his head sadly. "I think it's time for your medicine, Shirley, girl."
Schildkraut's face grew paler, and he ran around the desk to face Henrik. Now it's coming, Indio thought nervously. He'll assault poor Henrik and put it down to self-defense.
Schildkraut's face began shaking, and he begged Henrik. "P-please, not here, not in front of this convict...please no--"
To Indio's astonishment and horror, Henrik reached over and began unbuckling Schildkraut's belt, looping it finally in his hand.
"Take out Mr. Naughty, my Shirley-girl...I'll just give you ten for your insolence this time." Henrik said judiciously.
"P-please, for God's sake, I'm the Deputy Superintendent, Henrik, I can have you thrown in solitary confinement! This is between us, who is this foreign nigger you are embarrassing me in front of?"
But Henrik licked his lips and smiled. "Fifteen now, for your racism. Take out your bad Mr. Naughty, before Mama gets angry."
"P-please no" begged Schildkraut, and Indio could see a bulge at his crotch area. "I'll get you a better television, a color one, oh Henrik don't do this to me!"
Henrik looked at Indio as if Schildkraut wasn't there. "This is what comes of not training and disciplining this bad child...can you believe his behavior?" Turning to Schildkraut, Henrik's eyes narrowed.
"It's doubled now. Thirty, and you'd better get that pecker out. Now."
And Indio's jaw dropped as the Deputy Superintendent of Lorton Reformatory unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, white penis.
Henrik smiled pityingly as Schildkraut's eyes filled with yet more tears.
"Baby, baby suck his thumb, sad little crybaby..." As Henrik spoke, he began fondling Schildkraut's erect penis, speaking softly to the astounded Indio.
"Isn't he something, Indio? Out there he's Mister Big Bad Prison Administrator, the Big Boss who cut our food budget last year so no one has had roast beef since like, November--"
At the word "November" Henrik twisted Schildkraut's penis violently, and Schildkraut moaned.
"Yes, but in here the big prison boss is just Shameful Shirley, a whining crybaby little girl!" Henrik took one hand off Schildkraut's cock and twisted his nipples through his dress shirt, and Schildkraut sobbed harder.
"Yes, he's just an annoying little whiner, isn't he" Henrik said as he continued to twist and pull Schildkraut's right nipple, to the point where Indio worried he might pull it off.
Schildkraut was easily a head taller and had at least a hundred pounds of muscle on Henrik but just twisted and groaned, his hands still behind his head as Henrik continued to twist and pull the nipple...and then suddenly he let it go, and Schildkraut sighed deeply.
"Now before I give you your licks, baby...why don't you put on your lipstick and show my Wog buddy here what a sissy-boy you are."
Henrik turned to Indio, smiling. "He's got his own hot-pink lipstick and on weekends, I make him wear fire-engine red nail polish, too."
Indio recalled that Henrik was often not available on weekends because he was in the administration offices. Was it for this perversion?
"Now come on, wimpie...let's make our lips all pink and nice for Governess Henrietta...okay?" Henrik's voice was sweet, but there was a steeliness beneath it, as well.
Schildkraut, quite aroused and sweating from Henrik's soft massage of his member, tried to gather himself together, and deepened his voice a bit as he said, "No more Henrik, this is...no more humiliation now."
Henrik let go of Schildkraut's now throbbing erection, flicking it hard with a long, manicured fingernail. SNAP! Schildkraut hopped, howled, and burst into tears again. Indio felt terribly sorry for the unfortunate administrator.
"Now you're getting fifty on your no-good little worm, you hypocritical tranny whore. Put that lipstick on now, or I'll thrash your bare bottom on the prison yard!"
Indio watched in astonishment as Schildkraut pulled out a bright lipstick and gave his full lips an adorning making him look like a Broadway showgirl.
"Now, you're going to move over to the desk." Henrik pulled Schildkraut's penis closer to his desk. "Now put your hands behind your head, Shirley, and grit your teeth...you're in for the big time."
Indio gazed at the scene in horror as Henrik lifted the belt, slamming Schildkraut's penis into the hard steel of the government-issued desk with the broad leather belt.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Schildkraut's hands were laced behind his head, and the tears were flowing like Niagra Falls. Henrik had chosen well to have Schildkraut put his penis over the desk, because the pain of the belt hitting the penis was doubled when said penis hit the metal desk.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "You're going to learn not to sass your secretary, Shirley...it just takes so much punishment" Henrik said regretfully as the belt rose and fell again and again.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Schildkraut's mouth opened and he began to bawl.
"Good thing the halls are fairly quiet right now...otherwise we might be in a peck of trouble." Henrik said cheerfully as he slammed the belt against the Deputy Superintendent's unfortunate organ.
Indio noticed that Schildkraut's penis was turning purple and one of the veins appeared to be bleeding. He wondered if Schildkraut might have them both killed.
WHACK! WHACK!
Suddenly, Schildkraut moaned and the amazed Indio was astonished to see the tortured penis shoot wads of cum across the office!
Indio had been a master and a slave on and off since puberty, but he'd never seen such a hard core masochist as Algren Schildkraut. Imagine cumming while being whipped! It seemed impossible.
Henrik just laughed and continued swinging. Unfortunately, now that Schildkraut was no longer horny, the punishment seemed just pure pain to him, and he began wailing like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh quiet down, before I give you something to cry about, you bad boy!" Henrik said, when Schildkraut's screams became a bit oppressive.
But the Deputy Superintendent was screaming like a banshee, and Henrik's word was his bond.
"Now you're really gonna get it, sweetie!"
He took the end of the belt and began slamming the buckle into Schildkraut's cock, and finally the prison officer grabbed his penis and lay on the floor, sobbing vociferously.
"Well" sighed Henrik as he dropped the belt by Schildkraut's head, "That was only thirty-nine lashes out of the fifty you was going to get, but I imagine it sent a firm message."
Henrik then clucked his tongue, and Schildkraut got up on his knees and held up his hands like a dogs' forepaws in the "Beg" position.
Indio could see Schildkraut's penis, hanging flaccid out of his pants, covered with various welts from the belt. In spite of the evil flogging it had received, it was struggling once again to harden.
Henrik giggled. "Now lick my boots..they're filled with mud from being on the nasty yard that you administration types are too cheap to pave. So that means you've got to clean me up, and don't get any of that nasty lipstick on my nice boots!"
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