Warden McCullie [MultiFormat]
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eBook by William Maltese
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay Fiction
eBook Description: Eighteen and behind bars. Erotic vignettes. ... answers all of the questions you'll ever have about what goes on, sometimes before, mainly after, young men are incarcerated by the legal system behind confining razor-wire fences, steel bars, and locked doors. Are the horror stories of detention true? Are the non-consentual sexual encounters that frequent? Are the police and prison guards cruel and corrupt? Is true love never found among inmates? Short of becoming eighteen and being jailed by society, you likely won't ever get as close to the truth as these insightful and erotic Maltese vignettes take you. All characters in this series are 18 years or older.
eBook Publisher: MLR Press, LLC/MLR Press, LLC
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2012
I never really enjoy what's about to happen. I let it happen, only because it's necessary, not only to keep the meanest of these teenage bastards in check, but because it protects me and my family, down the line, by having it all down on tape--and by having these scumbags know that it's all down on tape. As a result, neither me nor mine, hopefully, will ever have any of these shitheads, one day, knocking on our doors, in the middle of the night, with a gun, knife, hatchet, or meat cleaver in hand ... or just their bare hands ...accompanied by plain old-fashioned nastiness by way of intended pay-back. They become fully aware that any such actions on their parts will see these video tapes of them go mainstream to be seen by their buddies, friends, and families, who will quickly realize just what kind of men these men really are--or, rather, aren't. So many young guys, especially the ones incarcerated, here, in Maltese Boys' Reformatory, are so full of themselves as regards their much-coveted macho facades.
The door opens, and my assistant steps through and to one side to let in the guard, Michael Baurie, and the prisoner, Janner Murphy. My assistant looks at me, decidedly worried, as he always does at such times, and I tell him we're not to be disturbed under any circumstances, as I do on every such occasion. He leaves and obligingly closes the door between us.
I motion for the guard and the prisoner to come closer to my desk.
Of the two, Baurie is definitely the better looking. His blue-green eyes are downright attractive, as is his curly black hair. He was truly beautiful before he got the scar along his right cheek as a result of the Maltese Boys' Reformatory riot and lock-down of 2009.
Murphy is something else again. I don't know when I've come across anyone, teenager or otherwise, quite so unsavory. That Baurie has to do to Murphy what he has to do to him always makes me feel sorry for Baurie. I'm just glad he continues to be up to it, in more ways than one, especially since he doesn't consider any of this any less distasteful than I do. In fact, I had trouble initially persuading him how necessary it really is. In the end, he came around. Thank God, too! Because I find Murphy so butt-ugly that I probably could never do what Baurie somehow grits his teeth and manages to do.
Murphy's head is completely shaved, in direct contrast to most of the rest of him which is pure hair-ball. His chest and belly, spied through the open front of his orange prison jumpsuit, are matted with black fur; his back, ass, and legs, including his ankles are the same. His eyes are beady little black pinpoints. He has acne scars over his face. Calling him an animal, as much as he so obviously is one, likely insults any and all members of the Animal Kingdom.