3 comments/ 108717 views/ 12 favorites A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 01 By: Decayed Angel I opened the certified letter figuring something like this was bound to happen and I guess I should be glad things weren't much worse. Making a note on my calendar, I was at least happy that something as simple as a blood test would prove I was not the father. I just would have to curb my indignance to avoid any possible criminal accusations so I kept reminding myself that once the blood test was complete it would all be over. Sure, I had raped her, but... but it was... I wasn't responsible, I... no, I was not the father and as soon as the facts came out people would understand. They would understand the true reason she did not press criminal charges and only brought on the civil action when I refused to send her any support for the child... the child that wasn't mine. It all started so innocently, a story, something we created together, a simple meeting in a public place, in this instance a bookstore. She had invited me to go to a poetry reading so we met at the small bookseller's shop and joined the small group assembled for the reading. I was pleasantly surprised when midway through the reading they called her up to read some of her own poetry. Impressed by the subtle erotic imagery and the wonderful rhythmic flow of her words, I found myself highly aroused, more from the sensual brilliance she expressed with her words than any physical aspect of her. When she finished reading, she modestly sat down next to me, completely unaware of how awestruck I was. As the final poet was moving up to the microphone, I summoned the courage to ask her out to dinner after the reading. She accepted, recommending a small place not far away. When the reading was over the poets spent some time trading and signing chapbooks, so I wandered through the bookshelves until she was ready to leave. The night was cool, so we walked the few blocks to the restaurant. We walked in silence for a short while, but... well I couldn't contain myself any longer, "Your poetry tonight was stunning." "Well thank you. I wasn't sure about inviting you, a lot of guys would have been completely bored." "No, no... well, a few of the poets were a bit tedious, but there was some very enjoyable poems read tonight. None were as amazing as yours." She blushed a bit and smiled, "I'm glad you liked them." We continued the conversation as we arrived at the restaurant, only changing subjects when we were handed the menus and she recommended I try the grilled tuna. I followed her advice and we shared an enjoyable hour or so, talking about favorite restaurants and dishes. When we finished at the restaurant, I began heading back towards the bookshop, figuring her car was parked there, not far from mine. Instead she said, "My apartment is just around the corner, would you like to come up? I've got a couple of my chapbooks I can show you." I immediately accepted, interested in her chapbooks, but also considering the more intimate possibilities. I followed her around the corner, past two buildings and up the stairs to her building. Once on the elevator, I leaned closer to her and gently kissed her on the lips. She didn't resist, but didn't really respond to the kiss either. We stepped off the elevator and headed to her apartment, while my head spun crazily, trying to comprehend all the messages she was sending: erotic poetry, her invitation to her apartment and then the almost frigid kiss. Once inside her apartment, she nodded to the couch and said, "Here, take a seat and I'll grab the chapbooks." I sat down, looking around the sparsely furnished room. Besides the couch there was a table with a few poetry books strewn about, a reading lamp and on the opposite wall were some framed black and white photographs of a nude woman. Focusing on the photos, I convinced myself they were of her. "Here we are, this one was my first and this was my second. I was reading poetry from my third." I quickly leafed through the first one titled, "Belfry." The poetry was promising, but rather simple in scope and structure. Her second, titled "Fixation" was a bit more interesting as I saw how the writing had matured. Grabbing "Belfry" she asked, "Would you like me to read to you?" I nodded, wanting to hear the words in her voice like I did at the reading. Sitting down on the couch next to me, she opened the book, turning the page to a short poem. She took a deep breath and began: A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 02 I couldn't believe it, the complete insanity just wouldn't stop. This case had somehow continued, through the depositions, the DNA testing and even into some psychiatric evaluations. Of course, while all these preliminaries were underway, I was sitting in a jail cell since I couldn't cover bail. My court appointed lawyer was next to helpless, so I had to watch all the insanity while behind bars. As expected, the DNA proved that the baby was not mine, but the district attorney continued investigating the rape. Apparently they came up with an eye witness, some who supposedly was looking in and witnessed the rape. All I could do by that time was wait until we got to court and let the judge hear the lunacy of it all. Well, once in court, I was further surprised when the case wasn't immediately tossed and I had to sit with my lawyer and try not to gag as the district attorney introduced the case, with an especially detailed analysis of the psychological impact that a rape could have on a person. I didn't doubt any of the information he discussed, but everyone just continued ignoring the fact that I wasn't present when I raped the woman. The prosecutor opened by calling the woman I knew as Jessica1982 to the stand. When she stated her name to the court I learned her actual name was Andrea Jessica Bawmorn. After she was sworn in, the prosecutor asked her what happened that night. She looked at me and then back at the spectators. After a deep breath, she started, "We first met a poetry reading in a bookstore. He had been sitting next to me as we listened to the other poets read. When my turn came, I got up and read several poems and then sat back down in the same seat. "While we waited for some of the other poets to begin reading, Jack... the defendant said he liked my poetry and asked me out to dinner. He seemed friendly and seriously interested in poetry, so I said yes. After the reading was finished we went to dinner and then he offered to walk me back to my car. I explained I wasn't driving and tried to say, 'Goodnight,' there at the restaurant, but he asked if he could walk me home. "When we got to the building he followed me inside and then got on the elevator with me. While on the elevator, he assaulted me for the first time." "He assaulted you on the elevator?" the prosecutor asked. "Yes, he leaned forward and kissed me. I was shocked, I didn't know him, I didn't want to... to do that. I couldn't speak, I just stood there, terrified. After that, I guess I wasn't thinking straight because I just walked to my apartment and opened the door as if he wasn't there. Before I knew what was happening next, he was sitting on my couch reading my poetry from the books I had on the table. "Since some of the poems in my books are of an erotic nature, I was very uncomfortable with him reading them while we were alone in the apartment. He told me to sit down and handed me the book demanding I read a poem. I tried to find one that wasn't too suggestive, but he grabbed it back from me and leafed through the book, selecting a very erotic poem. I tried to turn the page and read another, but he demanded I read that one. Well, when I finished reading, he went crazy with lust, grabbing me and kissing me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and his hands grabbed my breasts. I tried to push him away, move his hands from my breasts and I said 'No.' "You said no?" the prosecutor asked. "Yes, I told him, 'No!'" "And did he stop?" "No, when I pushed his hand from my breast, he reached down and put his hand under my dress. I tried to push his hand away again, but I wasn't strong enough. He then leaned on me, holding me down as he unfastened his pants and took it out." "It?" the prosecutor asked. "His... his member. He took it out and I begged him to stop." "You asked him to stop once again?" "Not just once, I begged him to stop over and over." "He still didn't stop?" "No, he pulled up my dress and then... then... and then he pushed it into me. I tried to get away, but I couldn't. He was too strong and he kept pushing into me, he pushed into me..." she said weeping. The prosecutor then asked the judge for a recess before she had to face my attorney. The judge decided to adjourn for the day and I had to spend another night in jail. All I could do was look forward to the next day when the truth would come out and the lunacy would end. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 03 After another night in jail, it was nice to walk into the courtroom, hopefully for the last time. My court appointed attorney was ready to cross examine my accuser and hopefully everyone would see what had really happened that night. Of course I had my doubts about my lawyer. In the weeks when we prepared for the trial I had gotten a good look at him, but it wasn't until he first showed up with me in court that I got a look at him in his full glory. He was young, still sporting a bad case of acne over his cheeks. His hair was tied up in a braided pony tail, which combined with his sparse goatee made him look more like a drug dealer than an attorney. His face was highlighted by horn-rimmed glasses that magnified his eyes to an enormous size, making him look like a mongoose of sorts. He wore a yellow polka dotted bow tie with a black shirt and a light blue suit, reminding some of the odd outfits we wore to prom back in the eighties. Anyway, this was the guy who I was depending upon to save me from this ridiculous predicament. Of course, the first thought that came to my mind was that, perhaps he was the reason this insanity had not ended a long time ago. Fortunately we finally reached a point where we'd hear what really happened. I watched my lawyer stand up and begin to question my accuser. "Ms. Bawmorn..." "It's Mrs." "Mrs.?" "Yes, Mrs. Bawmorn. I'm married." "Okay, Mrs. Bawmorn, you testified you went to a restaurant for dinner with the defendant." "Yes." "What was the name of the restaurant?" "Ah, I don't really know. We didn't give it a name." "You didn't give it a name?" "No, we just decided to go to a restaurant." "But it didn't have a name?" "Well, no. We didn't give it one. We really didn't need to, we just went in and ate." "Now when you say you didn't give it a name, was that because you really didn't go to the restaurant, you just talked about it in an instant computer message." "No, we went there and ate." "But you didn't really eat, you typed in the words saying these things, not really doing them." "We ate dinner." "You didn't eat dinner, you simply typed in an account of eating dinner while sending instant computer messages back and forth with the defendant. Didn't you? In fact, you never really met my client, he never was at a book store, he never kissed you, he never touched you, he never even saw you, isn't that correct?" "I... I..." "It was all just imaginary, something the two of you made up..." "Objection," the prosecutor called out, "he is badgering the witness." "Overruled," the judge replied. "If it please the court, the prosecution would like to concede that the testimony the witness offered was, in fact, all a part of an instant message, a collaboration of the witness and the accused on the computer while they were in different locations." There it was, I sat up in my chair smiling broadly. The prosecution had finally admitted I was innocent. Smugly stacking up my papers, I got ready to leave, confident I was about to be released. "Even my lawyer can't screw this up," I thought while he began to speak. "Your honor, since the prosecution just admitted to my client's innocence I ask that you throw the case out and release my client." The prosecutor the stood up from his chair, "Your honor, we have not addressed the innocence of the accused, we have only conceded that he and the witness never physically met face to face. We still have several witnesses to call who can attest to the fact that the accused raped the witness." The courtroom fell silent and all I could do was laugh. My lawyer quickly rushed over to me and silenced me. I whispered to him, "But this is ludicrous, if I wasn't there, how could I have raped her?" My attorney replied, "Look let me work this out, just let's not have any more outbursts." He turned back to the judge and said, "Your honor, my client is accused of rape, but the prosecutor has conceded that my client never touched the woman, in fact, he wasn't even there when the rape occurred." "I want to see both of you in my chambers," the judge replied. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 04 My lawyer and the prosecutor returned from the judge's chamber in about fifteen minutes and then, a few minutes we all stood up as the judge returned. The judge asked my lawyer if he had any more questions for my accuser. He replied no and leaned back in his chair. The prosecutor then called several psychologists and psychiatrists to testify about online relationships and reality disorders. The so-called experts were way out there with their theories, but, unable to afford experts of our own, all we could do was count on my lawyer's feeble cross examinations. Somehow, the prosecution was arguing that the woman had gotten so involved in our cyber dates that she became detached from reality. Several of the woman's friends were called to the stand and based on conversations they had with her, they were convinced the woman was really cheating on her husband and cheating with me. When my lawyer finally got around to objecting because all this was hearsay it was too late. For some reason, the judge allowed the testimony to stand. Finally, they got around to calling the "eyewitness" to the rape. While, until the trial had started, I had no idea that the woman was married, I wasn't surprised that somehow her husband "witnessed" what happened. It turns out my lawyer knew about the marriage, but didn't think it really mattered. After the husband was sworn in the prosecutor simply asked what he had witnessed that night. The husband glared at me and began, "My wife was brutally raped!" I elbowed my lawyer, hoping he'd stand up and object but he just gave me a dirty look and then nodded up at the judge. "Can you be a little more specific, perhaps give us some more details?" the prosecutor asked. "I could see them, I was in another room. At first I thought maybe it was just something innocent. My wife was trying to get her poetry published and sometimes had people over to read her work. Well, it all seemed fine until he..." he growled, pointing at me. The prosecutor interjected, "Please make a note that the witness pointed to the accused." "So noted," the judge replied and then nodded to the witness. "Like I said, it all seemed fine until suddenly he leaned forward and kissed her. Not just a light kiss, his tongue... his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She started struggling then, but he grabbed her tits and squeezed them. I wanted to rush in and kick his ass, but I don't know. I just froze. "I think the doctor's called it some type of shock paralysis..." "Objection," my lawyer finally stood up and did something. "The witness is not an expert, we've had no testimony..." "Understood, I will not consider the testimony. The witness is directed to simply tell what happened." "Well, I just couldn't move. He put his disgusting hand up her dress as she begged him to stop. Then he opened his pants and pulled out his cock, scrawny little thing that it was." I elbowed my lawyer again, but he just looked at me and shrugged. "As much as she fought him, he got it in her and well, raped her. It happened very quickly, I mean he pushed it in only a few times and then he stopped. He finished I guess. He got up, fixed his pants and then kissed my wife on the head, saying he liked her poetry. I wanted to kill him. "After that, he walked out of the apartment as if nothing happened. I rushed into my wife, but she told me not to call police, not to press charges. So I left it alone. Later, when she got pregnant, I can't have kids... some childhood disease. Anyway, when she got pregnant and he refused to pay us we..." "Thank you Mr. Bawmorn, I think you have described the events well," the prosecutor interrupted. "No more questions your honor." My lawyer stood up and asked, "Now did you watch this happen?" "Yes, right before my eyes." "But, your wife and the prosecution both said it was all on computer." "Yes, I was on another computer, hooked up so I could see what was on her screen." "So you really didn't witness a rape, you simply read the words you wife and my client exchanged correct?" "Like the doctors said, it didn't matter, he raped her." "No more questions you honor," my lawyer said. He then proceeded to rest his case stating there was no rape, that it was all a fantasy played out in an instant message. I had wanted to take the stand, but then again, maybe just stating the obvious was the best defense. Closing arguments were laughable as the prosecution pursued the theory that I could rape the woman by simply writing about it in an instant message. My lawyer's response was brief, asking how I could have raped someone I never was within ten miles of. "Simple enough," I thought. We had declined a jury trial which seemed like a good decision when we started. Of course I never counted on the fact that my lawyer was an enthusiastic cyber sex freak. When the judge caught his wife in the mist of a monumental cyber fuck with my lawyer my case was decided. Today is moving day, I'm moving out of my jail cell over to spent three to five years in the state pen. I sure hope my cell mate is friendly. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 05 I have to admit, my lawyer was very apologetic and accompanied me while I was transported from the jail to the state penitentiary. I'm not sure how he was able to do it, but he went as far as the main entry gate, where I climbed out of the van and was walked though a gate. My lawyer talked for nearly the entire ride, either apologizing or laying out his strategy for an appeal. He kept saying, "Don't worry, I'll get you out of this. It's an open and shut appeal." Well we had gone from an open and shut case to three to five years in the state pen, with an open and shut appeal. I wasn't real confident about anything, but what else could I do, I sure couldn't afford a real attorney. Besides I had to begin concentrating on survival. Once inside I turned over my clothes and belongings, endured a humiliating strip search, was led through a cold shower and then allowed to get dressed in the attractive prison garb. Everything was gray, a gray tee shirt, with a gray sweatshirt and yes, gray sweatpants. The socks were even gray, and all the clothes were nicely stamped Property of Onion Creek Penitentiary. Two guards giggled a bit when they heard which cell I was heading to, but they quickly got very serious as they took me through the door into the housing unit. They led me to a cell and hollered out, "Hey Rocco, we got a new one for you." They opened the door and nodded their heads. I stepped into the cell and looked at my cellmate, Rocco. He was sitting on the lower bunk but, even sitting, he was as tall as I am. He was wearing only his sweatpants. His biceps were about the size of my waist and were perfectly sculpted. On one arm was a tattoo of a scorpion and on the other was something that looked like a fish. His chest was massive, but had no hair on it, his nipples were large and firm. Looking downward I noticed how his stomach rippled, without any evidence of fat. When I looked back to his face, he had a large smile on it and suddenly he didn't seem quite as menacing. His light-blue eyes were focused, not on my face but lower. When he said, "Now that's the kind of respect I like to see around here." I glanced down at the tent my erection had formed in my pants. I was confused, this never happened to me before, especially not with a guy. I mean hell, I had a hard enough time getting it up with woman and suddenly I get rock hard with this guy. Quickly reached down to adjust myself and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's..." "No, don't touch it, just let it stand there a bit," he replied. He then stood up and I noticed the bulge in his sweat pants. "I'd offer to shake hands with you, but I think we can get better acquainted if we shake something else." Thinking he was kidding I reached my hand out to shake his, but instead of shaking my hand, he guided it to his cock. Not knowing what else to do, I did the only cordial thing I cold think of, I took hold of him and gently began stroking it. He moaned and said, "Yeah, that's the idea, but why don't we move over here." He pulled off his pants and lay back on the bed. Kneeling down beside the bunk I leg my hand wrap around his cock. I stroked it for a while, looking closely at it. I was surprised it wasn't much bigger, I think my cock was actually a bit longer, but his was thicker, but again, not as thick as I would have expected. At the end was a large purple head with a sizable hole in it that was oozing so much precum it flowed down over my hand. I had jacked a guy off before, but had never done anything more, so I was curious and a bit nervous about taking him in my mouth. I did want to get a taste of that precum, so I moved my head forward and ran my tongue over the sensitive skin. The salty fluid felt warm on my tongue and before I knew it, I had opened my mouth wide and took in the entire head of his cock. I sucked up his precum and then began moving my head up and down while stroking him with my hand. My tongue ran around the edge of the head and I heard him moan. I then began sucking hard, so hard his foreskin slid up as I moved my head. His hips rose to meet me and he nearly gagged me as he thrust himself deeper into my mouth. I concentrated on his movement now, making sure he didn't get so deep. "Oh yeah, do it, do it," he said I felt his cock thicken and then felt his warm, sticky cum shoot into my mouth. Moving my head back, I was able to swallow while still keeping him in my mouth. His cum tasted like salty cream of wheat... without any sugar. Swallowing again, I felt some of it spill out of my mouth, but I caught it with my fingers. I moved my fingers toward my mouth when he grabbed my hand and pulled it. He then licked his cum off my fingers while gazing directly into my eyes. Resting my head on his thighs I held him in my mouth as his cock shrank, finally letting it spill out. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe the irony... I am in jail on a fucked up rape charge and I have the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life with a man. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 06 After Rocco licked his cum off my fingers he then held his hand out to shake. "I'm Rocco." "Hi," I replied meekly, "I'm Jack." "Well Jack welcome to Onion Creek." "Thanks," I replied nervously. Rocco moved to sit up and I stood up and stepped back a step. He looked down and said, "There you go again, you're speaking my language." I looked down at the bulge in my sweat pants and then looked back at Rocco, not sure what to do next. Remaining motionless, I watched as he reached out, grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Leaning his head forward, he stuck out his tongue and let the tip burrow into my tiny opening as he slurped up a droplet of precum. Then, without a word, he stood up, grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up into the air. I had to bend my head to avoid it clunking onto the top of the cell. Holding me up in the air, he took his tongue and circled it around the head of my cock. A jolt shot through me as I reeled in the pleasure. Looking down, I watched, first the head of my cock and the shaft disappear centimeter by centimeter into him mouth. When he had taken nearly the entire length of me, his mouth clamped down on me with a suction that actually pulled my hips forward as I dangled in the air. By just varying the amount of suction he used on me, he drew me into his mouth and then let me slide back out. All I could do was hang in the air trembling in the ecstasy of it all. While sucking me in, he moved his tongue around me in one direction and when I slipped back out of his mouth the tongue moved in the other direction. I was feeling things I'd never felt before, things I never knew I could feel before. Suddenly, he moved his mouth off my cock and sucked my balls into his mouth, twirling them with his tongue as he sucked. My toes began to tingle and I could hear myself moaning. "No woman could ever do this to me," I thought as I felt a pressure building inside me. Wanting it to last longer, I tried to distract myself, staring at the light fixture in the room, counting the bars on the cell door, wondering what was for dinner. It worked for a little while, but when he moved his mouth back over my cock I knew it wouldn't be long. He gently let his teeth slide along my shaft and the combination of the sharp scratching and the intense pleasure I felt in my cock began to drive me crazy. I reached down and grabbed his head and firmly pushed him to me as I thrust myself forward. Forgetting this was a man who could probably kill me with a flick of his wrist, I began fucking his mouth with complete abandon. In just moments my cock exploded and I spurted my cum into his mouth as I continued fucking him. By the time I had calmed my movements he had cum dripping from his chin and running down his chest. He pulled his mouth off my cock and lowered me down. He embraced me, smearing my cum on both our chests as he then kissed me deeply, letting some of my cum smear back into my mouth. We kissed long and hard until we both relaxed and he lowered me to the ground. Collapsing on the bunk, we both sat side by side for a moment catching our breath. When we finally could breathe normally I said, "Rocco, that was incredible." "Yeah, it was something," he replied. "That's the first I ever did it with a man," I said. "Really?" "Well other than jacking someone off, but I'd never given anyone a blowjob before." "I wondered about that, you were a bit tentative starting out, but you got better, much, much better." "Oh come on," I said mockingly. "Honestly, you were a real pro. I'd put my cock in your mouth any day." "What you did to me was... well, it was like nothing I ever felt before. No woman ever did anything like that for me before." "What are you in for Jack?" he asked me. "You ready for this... rape. Not just any rape, cyber rape." "What's cyber rape?" "Well, let me explain," I began, explaining my entire ordeal to him. After about 45 minutes we both ended up laughing as the complete irony of it all. "I'm sorry to laugh Jack, but that is simply so fucked up I can't help it." "Well," I said, still chuckling some, "What are you in for." "Me, oh, I murdered this guy who had been having cyber sex with my wife," he said, with a dead serious expression on his face. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 07 The reality of my situation in the prison came back to me in that shocking instant as Rocco told me what he was in for. Feeling dizzy I grabbed the bunk bed to keep from fainting. I looked over to him and asked, "You murdered a man for having cyber sex with your wife?" "Hell man, take it easy, I'm just kidding. Actually he was fucking my wife in real life, I walked in on them and, well I threw him out a window." "Damn, how far did he fall?" I asked in amazement. "It was only a single story house, and the window was open, so he only tore through the screen. He landed out in the grass, but when I went over to the window to look, he must have thought I was coming after him. He got up and ran out into the street, right in front of a garbage truck. It was a real mess." "You got arrested for that?" "Yeah, I blame it on my lawyer, some court appointed geek." "Wait a minute," I said, "did he wear his hair in a braided pony tail..." "Yeah, big horn rimmed..." "...glasses, with a bad case of acne." "That's the son of a bitch," Rocco growled. "Do you know him?" "Yeah, he's working on my appeal right now." "So he's the idiot who fucked you up. Hell, he's been working on my appeal too, for six months now." "Damn, it's taken that long?" "Justice is slow Jack, but I think I may have delayed it a bit. I had to beat up a couple of guys here, not really my fault, but it delayed things some." "So it's not very safe here." "It is now, for me... and you too little buddy. Once they see you're with me everyone will treat you right." "Wow, I guess I am lucky to get tossed in with you," I said. "A little guy like you would need to be real mean not to have a hard time here. Real mean or have a real mean friend. You've got a friend who can be real mean when he needs to be." Rocco turned out to be a lifesaver for me in those months I was awaiting appeal. We pretty much went everywhere together, so I felt very safe while in prison. Hell, we even visited our so-called lawyer together, who did feel bad about our predicament and was working his inept ass off trying to get thing done. Sexually, I was happy continuing with the amazing oral sex with him, but Rocco wanted more, so I wanted to give him more. Again, his cock was not enormous like the rest of him, but it was large enough to keep me very concerned. The man was amazingly gentle though, penetrating me with his fingers and then his thumb as he sucked me off. After a while I got used to him penetrating me and told him I thought I was ready for him. It was a beautiful thing. Rocco made it all so special, making a deal with the guys in the kitchen to slip me an extra dessert. After dinner we walked out in the yard as the sun set behind the barbed wire and fencing. Once in our cell, he gently undressed me, kissing my lips and then descending to my nipples. He kneaded my ass as our cocks brushed against each other, all while he licked and sucked my nipples. When he kneeled in front of me, he kissed my cock and balls before drawing me into his mouth. His head bobbed back and forth as he sucked me to where I was about to come and then he stopped. He then stacked two pillows on his bunk and guided me on top of them. Somehow he had gotten some lubricant and after letting him watch me lube up his beautiful cock he pushed his finger into me, making sure I was well lubricated too. I was so turned on thinking how that glistening rod was going to penetrate me and fuck me. Rocco reached down and took hold of my cock, stroking it some and then fixing it between the pillows. I wasn't sure why he did that, but I soon found out. I whispered, "Okay, I'm ready," and I felt his hand on my ass, pulling one cheek aside. Then I felt his cock gently brush against me and then it began to push against me. "Relax," Rocco said gently and then he pushed forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside me. Feeling myself stretch I tried to relax, fighting the urge to squeeze myself shut. Slowly I opened to him and he went deeper and deeper until he stopped. I could feel him pushing hard against me and then I suddenly opened again to him and he pushed into me all the way. "Oh yeah," he moaned, and then pulled out slowly. Not wanting to slip out, he backed out just a bit and then thrust again. He repeated his motion again, this time pulling out a little further. Soon he had built up to a rhythm and I could feel his balls slapping against mine. When he pushed deep into me, my cock was shoved between the pillows. With my weight on the pillows I felt a surge of pleasure that surged through my ass and then out into my cock. Damn, I don't know if it was getting fucked in the ass, or the pillows, but I was about to come. Wanting to hold off until Rocco came, I concentrated on his breathing and as it increased I knew he was getting there too. When he moaned loudly and shoved himself deep inside me, I let myself go, spurting my cum into the pillows as I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he came inside me. When he finished, he let his weight cover me as he tried to catch his breath. The feeling of him inside me, his weight pushing me down on the bunk was amazing, something I wanted to feel again and again. After a while, my ass pinched his cock out of me and he took some of his weight off me. I turned onto my back, my flaccid cock pressed onto his stomach as we embraced and kissed. Wrapping my legs around him, I squeezed him as tightly as I could as I whispered, "Oh Rocco that was so good." He lifted his head and smiled down at me. "Yeah, you know as pissed off as I was at our lawyer, I am kind of glad he screwed up. We'd have never met otherwise." "But it's about time he got us out of here." "Yeah, imagine doing this on a nice bed, with carpeted floors." "And without a few hundred inmates and guards listening in." We got up and cleaned up at our sink, both thinking of life together on the outside. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 08 Surprisingly, it wasn't too long before Rocco and I did get out. Somehow our lawyer pulled it all together and got a court date set for me as well as one for Rocco about a week later. Rocco had threatened to twist our lawyer's tiny little head off if he engaged in cyber sex with anyone, much less the judge's wife, in the days before our court dates. The lawyer was able to put up a pretty good appeal and surprisingly the judge agreed with everything he said. Finally a little bit of sanity was returned to the justice system and I was released with an apology from the court. I had only a few minutes to say goodbye to Rocco, but knowing his court date was only a week away, we were both very positive about everything. Kissing him goodbye, I told him I'd get an apartment set up for the two of us and of course I'd be in the court when his appeal came up. Some friends had looked after my stuff during my unfortunate incarceration and they helped me move into a new apartment within a couple of days of my release. I even had time to line up a part-time job before Rocco's court date. When I walked into the courtroom I was completely ready to get on with my life with Rocco. All that was left was for our lawyer to win the appeal. Once again our lawyer came through, this time he even got chastised a bit by the judge for whatever he did wrong to screw up this open and shut case in the first place. Rocco was admonished a bit for throwing the man out the window, but then the judge did admit he'd have done the same, if not worse. Rocco got out of prison the next day and I picked him up in a cab. We rode together to our apartment, where Rocco stashed his stuff. He had more, but all that would depend upon how his divorce proceedings would go. He also had to see if he could get his job back. In the meantime, it would be a sparse existence, but certainly better than prison. We went out to dinner and shared tacos and burritos at the local Taco Hop and then picked up a cheap bottle of wine. Walking home, we unscrewed the top and sipped the fine wine as if it was an expensive Bordeaux. By the time we got back to the apartment we were feeling good, not drunk, but nicely buzzed. Settling onto the couch, we began kissing and I unbuttoned Rocco's shirt. I sucked and licked his nipples while resting my hand on his lap, feeling his cock grow. Once it got hard I began stroking it though his pants. I was about to reach down and take it out when he held my hand. "I want feel you inside me, I want you to fuck me." "Okay, let me get the lube," I said, trying to hide my nervousness. I really wasn't sure what to expect, but I undressed and lubed up my cock. I then put some lube on my finger and slipped it up his ass. He was so big I had to stand up and bend my knees instead of kneeling behind him. Anyway, I eased in closer to him and guided my cock against his ass. He had assured me he had done this before so I didn't need to be too gentle, but I pushed myself against him very slowly. I could feel his open up to me and my head slipped into him. My cock moved easily for a bit and then I came against his sphincter. I paused a moment and then began pushing again. Slowly he opened to me again and in a moment, I had pushed all the way in. As I began to move I was surprised as the tight, warm feel of him. Moving quicker, I could see he was stroking his cock as I plunged into him. The sensation was so intense that I could feel it building in me... Suddenly the door crashed open and two men waved guns at us, screaming, "Police, don't move or we'll shoot." We both remained motionless as one policeman moved through the apartment making sure no on else was there. The other cop kept his gun pointed at us as he started to laugh. As his partner came back into the living room he chuckled, "Hell of a time for a drug bust. Okay guys, that's enough lovin' for now, why don't you move over here and kneel down." They snapped some handcuffs on us and then asked, "Okay, where do you have the drugs stashed." "There's no drugs, we're clean," Rocco pleaded. "We'll see about that," one officer said as he moved into the bedroom. We could hear some banging back there as he opened our mostly empty drawers. After a few more minutes one came back and kicked Rocco in the stomach, screaming, "Where did you hide it?" Rocco just glared at him as the officer reached for his nightstick... "Wait a minute Joe, what apartment number was that?" the other officer asked. "Fourteen thirty two." "Fourteen?" "Yeah fourteen thirty two," the policeman repeated. "Oh fuck Joe, this is the wrong address. We wanted eleven thirty two." "Shit, what do we do with these two?" "Well, we can't get them for drugs, I can't find anything." "Hey, we'll get them for sodomy." "Sodomy?" "Yeah, we both saw the disgusting shit they were doing there on the floor. It's illegal here in Texas, we'll arrest them for that." They did allow Rocco and I to get dressed before hauling us to jail. But in less than twenty four hours, Rocco had been released from prison only to go back to jail and yet another fucked up charge. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 09 After getting cleaned up and dressed, Rocco and I took a ride in the police cruisers back to the police station. Once we were fingerprinted, photographed and booked, they moved us to the back into some holding cells. Since it was already early evening on a Friday, it looked like these holding cells would be home for the weekend. Fortunately, although we were placed in separate cells, they were adjacent to each other. We both were outraged at everything, but there was nothing we could do, we were locked up and just had to wait. The rest of the cells had been emptied, so besides the guards, Rocco and I were alone. Dinner was rushed in at the end of the shift and the guards basically tapped their toes while Rocco and I ate. We did make sure to eat a slowly as possible, our own little strike against injustice. When we finally finished, the aggravated guards briskly yanked the trays from us and stormed out. About fifteen minutes later another guard peeked in on us, but didn't say anything. After just a few minutes he wandered away from the door and didn't return. Rocco and I talked quietly for a while, wondering if the police and prosecutor were serious about pressing the charges or whether they'd let us go. We tried to stay positive, but the way things had gone for us in the past, deep down we were afraid we'd be back in prison in no time. "You know the worst thing about it all is that we never got off. If they are going to haul me into jail for sodomy, we should have been at least allowed to come," Rocco said. "Well, I don't think those officers were too interested in watching us finish up. Hell, I'm just glad they didn't gun us down." "Oh yeah, we were a real threat to them." "Well we were actively undermining their way of life. Hell, they might have been struck dead by a lightning bolt aimed at one of us," I said. "Look, let's make up for it here." "What do you mean?" "Well you can't finish fucking me, but if I slide my cock through the chain link here you can make me come." "I'm game if you are," I replied, moving closer to the bars and chain link between us. I kneeled down and watched as his cock carefully slipped through the chain link fencing. Taking him in my hand, I held firmly as I ran my tongue over the head, dipping it into his tiny opening and tasting his precum. Rocco sighed and I moved my mouth over him, sucking on him as hard as I could. Remember the incredible suction he used on my, I tried to give him the same amount of pleasure he had given me before. As I continued sucking, I began moving my hand up and down on him, careful not to bang his cock against the fencing. Moving carefully, Rocco began moving his hips back and forth slightly in unison with my mouth and hand. He then arched his back and moaned loudly, rewarding me with his cum. I quickly swallowed the hot, thick jism, savoring the taste of him. I stood up and unfastened my pants and slid my cock back through the fencing. Rocco once again sucked my cock hard. His tongue played over my sensitive head as he moved his hand and mouth quickly back and forth over me. In just moments I gave into the pleasure and came in his mouth. I watched as he swallowed and then milked the last droplets of cum from me. He then stood up and we carefully kissed through the fencing. A bit later we climbed into our bunks and fell asleep. Early in the morning we were awakened by a police officer saying loudly, "Okay guys, time to get up. Your bail has been paid and you're free to go." "Our bail has been paid? I didn't know any bail had been set." "Yeah, apparently some hotshot lawyer worked it all out. You better be happy, I've never seen anyone pull strings like this." "Hotshot lawyer?" I asked. Rocco looked at me and said, "Hey, let's get out of here before they realize they let the wrong guys go." ""No, we can't be that lucky, something... someone had to have done something." We got up, and followed the policeman out into the station. Standing there at the desk was a man with a braided pony tail, dark horn-rimmed glasses and a bright yellow polka dotted bow tie. "Hotshot lawyer," I said. Laughing loudly Rocco replied, "Only the best in town." We both shook his hand as he explained that all charges will be formally dropped on Monday. He handed us a note of apology from the police captain and then gave us a ride back to our apartment. On the drive home he offered me a job as a legal assistant, provided I go back to school and work on my law degree. I quickly accepted and, after saying goodbye, Rocco and I went back to our apartment, where they had temporarily repaired the door. A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 10 Rocco and I carefully closed the door and locked it. The temporary repair was just a piece of plywood scabbed over the cracked wood at the deadbolt lock. The door frame had a similar repair, so the door would remain closed and locked. Of course even the slightest bang on the door would force it open, but it should hold until the door and frame could be replaced. Once again Rocco and I settled onto our couch, happy to be home, safe and sound at last. We only sat for a few minutes because, though we had clothes and some furniture, the kitchen was empty. Rocco still had some money left in his checking account, so we decided to head out to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Hopefully it would tide us over until I started working for our lawyer. "It was very nice of him to offer you a job," Rocco said as we walked to the store. "Yeah, once I get my car out of the impound lot I should be able to get started. Until then we can fix up our apartment." "We don't want to get too extravagant, I'm not real sure how much money I've got tucked away. I'll take a cab to the bank tomorrow and see what I have there." "You better be careful going into the bank, the way things have been going you'll probably get arrested for bank robbery." We spent about fifty dollars on groceries and then headed back to the apartment. When loaded up our refrigerator and cabinets with the food and then pulled out a bottle of wine. "We don't have any fancy glasses," I said, holding up two Styrofoam cups, "but I don't think it will hurt the wine any." "Yeah," Rocco replied, "there aren't a lot of things that can make this wine any worse." He held up his cup and I moved mine over to carefully touch his, "To our apartment." "Our apartment," I repeated and then took a big gulp of the wine. Rocco then leaned over and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth and toying with my tongue. I stood up, keeping my lips firmly on his and then broke the kiss and headed for the couch. Rocco grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom, "Let's not take any more chances." I shut the bedroom door behind us and locked it. "At least if they try to barge in again we'll have time to pull on some shorts or something." Rocco began removing my clothes, so I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his nipples. I then moved to his pants, pulling them down to the floor, kneeling in front of him. Rubbing my face against his cock, I reached my hands up and kneaded his ass. Noticing he had the lubricant I stood up and let him apply it liberally to my cock. I ran my finger though his palm and then reached over and pushed it into his ass, making sure he was well lubricated. He then sat down on the bed and scooted back, spreading his legs wide apart. Kneeling between his legs, I leaned forward and began pushing my cock into him, slowly at first, but as it slid easily, I pushed fast and hard. Pulling out and thrusting back into him, I watched as he reached down and took hold of his hard cock. I continued thrusting, my balls now slapping onto his ass. Watching him masturbate while I fucked his ass was an incredible turn on. I was able to hold off, slowing down my rhythm until I saw Rocco come, spraying his jism up onto his chest. I let myself go then, and slammed my cock as deep into his as I could, spurting my cum deep in his ass. I then leaned down on him, letting his cum smear on our chests as I kissed him. I remained on top of him until I felt my cock pinched out of his ass. Rolling over onto my side, I reached over and gently toyed with is cock. About an hour later, I woke up, still holding his flaccid cock. I let go and got up to take a shower, kissing his cock as I slid past him. When I finished showering, I turned off the water and opened the door. Rocco was standing at the toilet taking a piss. I just stood and watched his yellow stream splash into the water, happy to finally be home.