Chapter 2 Conjugal Visitor

With cuffs and chains on his wrists and ankles, Peter Schaffer was escorted to his cell by two guards. One guard opened the cell, while the other escorted Peter into the cell. After the guards released the cuffs on him, they locked Peter in his cold, sullen cell, leaving him alone. Peter realized that this "hole" was his new home. There was nothing but a bed, which in actuality was a small bed and a toilet. The bed, which was more like a cot, was tiny, and the toilet was out in the open area as if it was a chair.

This situation was nothing new to Peter; he stole, the police caught him, the police brought him to justice, and he does a little time in jail. Peter made a career of being a menace to society. He served time numerous times, but this time, the law threw the book at him. He had been behind bars but not over a decade long until now. Peter could never keep out of trouble. Perhaps stealing gave him a thrill. It was probably stealing that made him feel self-entitled. Maybe Peter was trying to fill an empty void. Peter lived a very sheltered life as a child. When he reached adolescence, Peter became so rebellious, that he became familiar with the law, and the law knew him by his first name. He went to "stick-up kid" and eventually graduated to "professional robber." After locking the door behind them, Peter took a deep breath. He looked around his 8x9 square foot cell; he decided to make himself comfortable by fluffing his pillow and laying on his bed. He took another deep breath and stared at the ceiling.

'I guess the judge laid it on me,' he thought to himself, 'Seventeen years...damn.'

When he turned his head to the left, he saw a vintage poster of a male pinup model from the 1970s; this poster came from a magazine that took up three pages. Even though it was a tattered poster, the male model remained in mint condition. The pinup model was a perfect "T" (tall, tan, and toned). His dark feathered hair complemented his angel face and his piercing green eyes. He wore nothing but a smile and tight, unbuttoned blue jeans, which revealed no underwear and a massive bulge. The mysterious man intrigued Peter to get up from his little bed. He walked closer to the worn poster of the pinup model. The man in the poster was sexier up-close. Peter softly ran his fingers over the image of his face and his half-naked body, pretending the photo was real.

"Guess you're keeping me company for the next seventeen years, huh," Peter said to the image.

When the guards announced the lights to go out, it was time for all inmates to go to bed. Peter took one last look at his poster and sighed. He then went back to his little bed and eventually went to sleep.

Peter Shaffer was a typical common thug who thought he had enough intelligence to beat the wrap. In the end, Peter's narcissism and greed, as well as a harsh sentence from the wrap, sent him to jail for seventeen years. His new home was nothing but another hole in the wall with steel bars. The only things that kept him company were misery, time, and the image of a pinup model on the wall. Mr. Shaffer was about to do seventeen years confined to a cell in the nether region the Pink Foxxx Hole.

It was the middle of the night. Everyone wrapped in their slumber. Peter slowly opened his eyes. Peter looked to his left at the poster. He noticed the pinup model was gone. In awe, he lifted his head.

"What the hell," Peter asked in awe?

He leaped out of his bed and ran to the poster. He put his hand on the vacant space. Suddenly, Peter sensed a presence behind him. Peter quickly turned around and saw this mysterious, handsome man. The man gave him a coy smile. Peter slowly walked up to him and stood in front of him, face to face, eye to eye.

"...Oh...shit," Peter said to himself, with his eyes glued to the mysterious visitor, "Who are you? How did you get here?"

"My name is Axel," the mystery man replied, "I'm the man from the poster. What's your name?"

"That's bull shit! You must be one of the guards playing tricks on me."

"I'm not a guard, and I wasn't sent by anyone, either."

"So, who are you?"

"I told you. I'm the pinup on the wall. Think of me as a conjugal visitor."

"Conjugal visitor? Please."

"Really! Go and take a look at the poster on the wall and tell me if anything is missing."

He looked back at the poster and stared at the blank space. Then Peter looked back at Axel.

There was a brief silence between Peter and Axel until Axel said, "...If you want to touch me, do it."

Peter ran his hand down Axel's chest to his belt buckle and gripped it. Peter's eyes examined Axel's body for a few seconds. Then, he finally figured out that Axel was flirting with him.

Peter pushed him away and exclaimed, "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cell."

"I rather fuck you," replied Axel.

Peter looked at the muscular stranger with anger.

"What did you say," Peter asked angrily?

"I said that I rather fuck you," replied Axel.

Peter walked close to Axel's face.

Peter said, angrily, "Hey! You will NEVER get to fuck me. Do you catch my drift?"

Peter took a few steps back away from Axel. Then, Peter unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

"I do the fucking," Peter said arrogantly, "I'm always on top."

Axel didn't show it, but he was amazed at the "baby arm" freed from Peter's pants.

"Oh, baby," Axel said softly.

"Do you...like my little pepper," Peter asked flirtatiously?

"There's nothing little about your pepper."

Axel looked at Peter with amazement.

"Yeah," Peter continued with a half-smile, "nobody picks this pepper because Peter does the pipping."

"So what should I call you? Peter Piper or Peter Pepper," Axel asked?

"No, just "Peter"? Why do you ask?"

"I figure you did porn."

"No."

"It's cool. I bet you do the pipping very well. Maybe you could pipe me. I could pipe you. Then we could pipe each other."

"I said that I do the piping. That means I'm always in control."

"Do you ever think about letting someone else do the piping?"

"I like being in control. Furthermore, what gave you the idea I wanted to fuck you, anyway?"

"Your dick is getting hard. I bet it's aching to cum and play, or should I say play and cum."

Peter looked down and saw his "pepper" fully erected.

"Stop looking at dick," Peter said, angrily, "If you try anything with me, I'll kick your ass!"

"I rather you kiss my ass," Axel replied flirtatiously, "Better yet, eat my ass."

Peter paused for a moment.

"Look, man," Peter snarled, looking at Axel eye-to-eye, "I don't know this game you're trying to play with me, but you have the wrong joker for this game. Do us both a favor and go back on that wall or wherever the hell you came. Let me do my time in peace."

Peter went back to bed, facing the wall. Axel smiled at the inmate lying on the bed. Peter's childish behavior somewhat amused him. He knew that Peter threw these tantrums to compensate for his true feelings. Axel squatted down beside the bedside facing the inmate's back.

"It's not all about having control," Axel explained, "It's about pleasure too. Why should you be the only one giving pleasure? Let someone else give you pleasure. Then we can give pleasure to each other. Plus, for the record, I don't mind being a bottom. I mean, I could be a top too, but I'm adventurous, flexible, and submissive."

Peter continued to ignore Axel. Peter didn't want to face the truth that he fancied Axel. Peter eventually turned to the handsome stranger and stared at him. There Axel remained to squat down by his bedside. Axel had a beautifully chiseled body. Peter sat up in his bed. Peter's curiosity peeked; his fingers caressed Axel's face. Peter quickly pulled his hand away from the handsome stranger.

"Don't stop now," Axel suggested, with a coy smile, "You're just getting started."

Peter smiled at Axel. He slowly leaned forward and kissed Axel on his lips. It led to another kiss, then another kiss. Each kiss grew more and more passionate. Then, Axel climbed into bed with Peter. They continued making out with each other as their bodies intertwined. Wrapped in each other's passion, Axel and Peter became more erected. Axel became so aroused, that he abruptly stopped kissing Peter.

He sat on Peter's legs and said, "Let's get naked."

"What," Peter asked?

"C'mon. Let's get naked."

"Really??"

"Don't puss out on me. I want you, and I know you want me. Besides, I'm curious to see the way Peter pipes with his mouth."

"...but what if someone hears us?"

"No one can hear us, ok? Trust me."

Axel got off the bed and took Peter by the hand. They stood face-to-face.

"If you want me naked so badly," Peter said, with a coy smile, "take my clothes off for me."

"Why can't you take your clothes off for me," Axel asked?

"I think it's sexier when someone else does it."

Axel wasted no time tearing Peter's shirt off his body, revealing his hairy chest and the tattoos on his muscular arms. Then Axel took off Peter's pants and underwear at the same time.

"Let me taste your pepper," Axel said, looking up at Peter, "I want to taste its level of spiciness."

Peter pulled away from him.

Peter said, looking down at Axel, "I do the piping."

Axel was slightly disappointed, but he understood. This situation was Peter's first time with him.

So, Axel let Peter have his way.

Axel said, standing to his feet, "Ok, Peter. Now, it's your turn to undress me."

Peter undressed Axel. Axel had a design tattooed on his right shoulder. With a fully erected cock, the rest of his well-chiseled, perfectly toned body was smooth as satin sheets.

Peter took a look at Axel and said, "Wow. You're more beautiful than I thought. I can't wait to devour you. My mouth is salivating already."

Suddenly, they engaged in a wet, passionate kiss. With every kiss, Peter and Axel's passion became hotter and hotter. It was so hot; that their naked bodies began to sweat. It was so intense. Peter pressed Axel against the wall, where he continued to plant passionate kisses all over Axel's body. Peter proceeded to kiss Axel, and squat down to his hard dick. There it stood. It was hard, think, and throbbing. He gave Axel's dick a long lick from his think, veiny shaft to his soft, pink head. Axel's moaned like an animal in heat. Once the tip of Peter's tongue reached the head of Axel's cock, he tasted the pre-cum from his dick hole. Then, Peter continued to tease his dick hole with the tip of his tongue. Axel's eyes rolled back into his head as he put his head back on the wall.

"Mmmm," Peter said, tasting his lover's pre-cum, "You taste pretty good. I can't wait to taste the rest of you."

"Don't stop servicing me. Otherwise, you'll never get to my creamy filling," replied Axel, looking back down at him.

Peter wrapped his hand around Axel's shaft and wrapped his lips around the soft, pink head of Axel's hard dick. Axel moaned in ecstasy from the touch of his lover's lips. Then he took his hand away and slid every inch of Axel's dick into his mouth. His mouth clenched tightly around it, as Peter's head buoyed; Axel sighed euphorically, hearing the melody of Peter's gag reflexes.

"Aw, fuck," Axel said, looking down at Peter and running his hands through Peter's hair, "...it's so good. You're so fuckin' well. Keep sucking my hard dick, baby."

It was a white, dripping mess. Peter drooled all over his chest, Axel's dick, and balls. Peter then slurped the drool from Axel's dick with his mouth. He didn't dare swallow. Instead, Peter looked up at Axel and opened his mouth, showing his lover his mouth full of drool. Peter's mouth was so full, that some of the spit from his mouth dripped from Peter's lips.

"You nasty, little slut," Axel said, with a smile and gently lifted Peter's head by the chin.

Once Axel released his hand from his chin, Peter went full throttle. Peter's head and mouth buoyed faster and faster. He released his drool all over it. It was so much drool, and it dripped down to Axel's balls.

"Uhhh," Axel said softly, as Peter continued to give him "head," "Drip on my dick and balls...yeah...you know what to do...you what know how to do it..."

Axel could not take it anymore; he wanted more. He grabbed Peter by his hair and fucked him in his mouth. Hearing Peter gag was terrific for him. Peter gripped Axel's muscular thighs for balance. He allowed Axel to use his mouth as his cum dump.

"Whose piping Peter, now," Axel asked, "Who's piping Peter, now?"

Peter couldn't say anything because he was gaging on Axel's dick. Still holding Peter by his hair, Axel forced his dick down Peter's throat. He took every inch. Axel's entire cock was in his mouth; his lips were at the base of Axel's shaft, and his touch was licking his balls. He could hear Peter gagging, but it aroused Axel more. Peter held his dick in his mouth for five seconds. After five seconds, Axel released Peter's head from his grip. Peter left strings of drool on Axel's hard cock. Peter was trying to catch his breath. He squatted down with Peter with a coy smile on his face.

"I'll ask you again," Axel started, "Who's piping you, now?"

"You, baby," Peter replied, still trying to catch her breath, "You."

"Huh? HUH?"

"You!!!"

"Good boy. Now, you're going to have dessert."

"What's that?"

"Peach n' cream, baby."

"Peach n' cream?"

"Yeah...from my peach. You are going to get my peach nice and wet with your pretty mouth. Then, you're going to gape my hole with your think, throbbing pepper and cum inside my asshole. Finally, you will eat your cum from my asshole. Would you like that, baby boy, my hungry baby boy?"

"Fuck yeah! I can't take it anymore."

Axel lay on the bed on his back. He held his legs over his shoulders, exposing his asshole. Peter crawled towards the bed. He wiped the drool off of his face with his hands and smeared it all over Axel's starfish. With hesitation, he feasted upon his lover's asshole like it was pussy. Licking, tasting and spitting. Then, Peter slid his finger into Axel's asshole. Axel moaned in pleasure from the feel Peter's finger pleasing his starfish. He watched Peter, sliding his finger in and out of his asshole; he was amazed at the way his lover was pleasuring him. Then, Peter slid another finger into his starfish. He repeatedly double-finger fucked him as Peter masturbated.

"Oh yeah...I can take another," Axel said to Peter between moans and groans.

"Oh no, baby," Peter said to Axel, "You're going to get the pepper."

"So pipe me! Pipe me, baby!"

With his dick fully erected and dripping with pre-cum, Peter gripped tightly to Axel's thighs and rammed his dick into Axel's gaping hole. Continuously, he stroked him hard, giving his lover every inch of lustful pleasure. As Peter gave him big, spicy pepper, Axel pleasured himself, rubbing his throbbing dick and massaging his balls. Axel liked being the dominant one. He enjoyed giving lustful pleasure and seeing the look on his lover in an enraptured state after getting them to shoot their creamy load. However, Axel also liked being the submissive one. It gave Axel pleasure to be the lover who loved to be ravished and used as a fuck-toy. Hearing Axel moans helplessly stimulated Peter. It aroused Peter to know that he was once again in control, and once again, someone was at his mercy. He continued to ram his massive pepper into Axel's tiny starfish, which was fully gaped. While getting fucked by Peter, Axel can feel himself reaching his climax.

"I...I'm about to cum," Axel said in ecstasy.

"Yeah...cum for daddy," Peter said, still sexing his lover.

Axel's hand continued to pull on his balls, and his other hand continued to tug on his hard cock. Suddenly, he moaned in euphoria as his creamy load painted his chest and stomach.

"I...I'm almost there...too," Peter said, feeling his climax reach its peak.

Peter moaned like a wild animal in heat as he dumped his creamy load into Axel's gaping hole; his grip on Axel's thighs became tighter. As Peter's grip became tighter, Axel tightened his asshole to squeeze the last few drops of Peter's nectar; Peter cried out from the feel of the tight grip on his sensitive head. Axel loosened his grip on the head of Peter's cock. Peter's cock fell out of Axel's gaping hole. Suddenly, Axel's pushed the cum from his asshole. It seeped from his asshole like sap from a tree. Peter bent down a licked the cum from his lover's asshole.

"Uuuuhhh, fuck yeah," Axel said, basking in the soft touch of his lover's tongue over his cream-filled hole, "...you...you nasty little slut."

After feasting on the cum from Axel's asshole, he mounted on top of Axel by pinning Axel's legs over his shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes. They exchanged a warm smile.

"Are you ok," Peter asked?

"Yeah," Axel replied with a smile.

"Are you sure?"

"I'll feel a lot better if I can kiss your cum-glazed lips."

Peter leaned closer and kissed Axel passionately. Axel cleaned the cum from his lover's luscious lips with every kiss. After making out with each other. Peter stood to his feet and grabbed his shirt to clean the leftover spit and sperm off his body. Then, he threw his shirt at Axel so that he could clean the excess saliva and sperm off of his body. After cleaning themselves, Peter went to bed with Axel spooning him.

Eight years had passed. Axel continued to visit Peter in his dreams; they continued their tawdry affair. They had wild, passionate sex other than in Peter's cell. They also fucked at the beach, a rustic cabin, or an upscale hotel suite. One late night of their many passionate, sexual escapades, the two men laid under the covers in a warm, king-size bed in an upscale hotel room. Peter sat up in bed, playing with Axel's hair.

"Hey, Axel," said Peter.

"What's up, my love," asked Axel?

"Has anyone tried to...well...free you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...has anyone tried to take you home with them...out of this cell?"

"Well...many have tried, but many have failed. Why would you ask me a question like that?"

"C'mon. I know I'm not your first. Anyway, can you blame those other men? Look at you. You're hot! You're any man's dream. Best of all, sex with you is amazing!"

"Thank you. I aim to please, but I don't get to go anywhere."

"How could you say that? We are in a hotel suite."

"No, we are still in the cell; that's the reality. The other reality is I don't get to leave this place. That picture, faded and tattered, is my home. My purpose is to bring warmth, comfort, and pleasure to the inmate that occupies this particular cell. I'm nothing but a conjugal visitor."

"Do the guards and the warden----,"

"----No, I'm just an old, faded poster, to them."

"I can change that. You don't have to be a "good time." You're more than that to me. I know that you might think I like you because you have rocked my universe for the past eight years, but it's more than that. Axel, I love you, and I want to show you the world, the real world."

"Peter, my love, I hate to break it to you, but I've heard this song numerous times?"

"What song?"

"You love me so much that you want me to whisk me away from this place and take me away to live happily ever after with you. That's that song I've heard repetitively, and my answer is always the same, "No."

"Did you love them back?"

"Some, but I can't ignore the ugly truth. Many men have tried to take me with them by folding me up and smuggling me out of jail, but I always end up back in jail."

"Do you know why it never worked out with them?"

"No."

"They are all liars! They lusted for you. They can never love you like I can because it's just a word to them. My love for you is real."

"Oh, Peter...let's not ruin this time we have with each other. Let's not talk about love."

Axel gently caressed the side of Peter's face.

"What are you trying to say," Peter asked, "Don't you love me?"

"I love being with you," Axel replied, "but---"

"---So, let's be together forever."

"Forever is not promised. You and I both know that all good things come to an end."

"Don't talk like that. We love being together. Why are you so negative?"

"I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist, which is weird coming from me."

"What would you know about reality? I get to see you only in my dreams if I'm lucky to see you. You're just a paper doll from a raggedy poster."

"...and the truth finally comes out of you! You know, I am so sick of having this conversation. You can't just enjoy yourself with me. Why do you have to catch feelings and talk about being together forever??? I have an idea. Since you can't handle real talk and just live in the moment, then you don't even have to see me again."

Feeling highly offended, Axel leaped out of bed.

"Don't play with me," Peter said with a laugh, "You're not going anywhere."

"Peter! I'm out of here," Axel exclaimed, "It's over. You can spend the rest of your sentence in misery."

Just before Axel was about to walk out of his life altogether, Peter leaped out of bed; Peter stood in Axel's way.

"Wait," Peter exclaimed!

"What, Peter," Axel asked with conviction.

"...I...I'm sorry, ok? I don't like feeling rejected, ok?"

"No. YOU rejected and insulted ME. I don't have to take this. I've been fulfilling your fantasies for the past eight years now, and you shit on me. Why? I told you the truth, instead of stroking your ego."

"...and I'm a dumbass for saying that shit."

"Look, I love being with you...but if you insist on being an asshole to me, you can finish your sentence alone."

"No! Please don't go, please. You have made my sentence more bearable. You were always there to comfort me when I have rough days. Well, they're all rough days, but some are harder than others. You know this place is like a human zoo."

"I know."

"You're my save and grace, Axel. I look forward to "lights-out" with the hopes of dreaming of you. When I do, I don't want it to end."

"I know."

Axel pulled away from Peter's grip.

"All I ask from you is to go with the flow," Axel suggested, "Live in the now, not the later. Later isn't always promised to us."

"Baby, I don't want to lose you," Peter said, with an embrace.

Axel reciprocated with an embrace for Peter. Then he kissed Peter on his lips.

"Let's just enjoy each other, ok," Axel asked?

"Ok." Peter agreed.

"Good. Now, I need you to stand here, relax, and let me suck your dick so I can swallow your cum. Let me taste that sweet, creamy goodness."

"Ok, baby."

As instructed, Peter stood in front of Axel. Axel looked down at Peter's manhood.

"Oooh, looks like someone has a semi," Axel said.

"What are you going to do about it," Peter asked with a coy smile?

Axel opened his mouth; a drop of drool dripped from Axel's mouth and into his hand. Axel went behind Peter. He threw his arm over Peter's shoulder, and the other hand gripped around Peter's semi-erection. He proceeded to jack off his lover. Then he planted small kisses on the back of his neck and shoulders. Feeling his lover's grip around his manhood and his soft lips kissing his flesh made Peter moan in sinful pleasure. Peter felt ready to climax.

"Stop," He told Axel, putting his hand over Axel's hand.

Peter's rude behavior bewildered Axel.

"Suck my dick," Peter requested, "Suck my dick before I burst."

"As you wish," Axel replied.

He went around Peter and squatted down, facing his throbbing dick. Without hands, Axel took Peter's dick slowly into his mouth.

"Ah, fuck yeah," Peter said, basking on the feel of his lover's lips around his throbbing manhood.

Axel began to suck his dick slowly, savoring every taste in his mouth, down his throat. Suddenly the motion of his mouth and tongue began to pick up speed and grew tighter. Peter moaned continuously in ecstasy. Then he pressed Axel's face onto his balls with his dick still in Axel's mouth. Peter blew a massive load into Axel's mouth; Axel swallowed every drop of his lover's creamy goodness.

A few years later, Peter was fortunate to make parole. He was elated. As Peter packed his things, he saw Axel's picture on the wall. He remembered Axel's words to him. He didn't want to face the ugly reality. So, instead of parting with his long-time love, Peter ignored him.

Peter said to the pinup, "You're more than just an incredible fuck. I'm taking you out of this hell-hole with me."

Peter took the pinup off the wall, folded it, and buried it in his bag. Once he opened the doors to his freedom, it felt renewed, as if he came out of his mother's womb. This time, he had the hopes of being with Axel again. A friend from his neighborhood greeted him; they were happy to see each other again. He waste no time getting into his friend's car and drove far from the jail's grounds. Peter's new home was at a halfway house for recovering drug addicts and parolees. After getting into his new home, he pinned Axel's pinup on the wall.

"See you tonight, lover," Peter whispered to the pinup.

Then, he kissed the pinup and locked his room. That night, the house lay in its slumber. Peter, too, was slept soundly without a visit from Axel. The next morning, Peter woke up feeling a little disappointed, but he was patient. He thought that Axel would visit him in his dream soon but soon never came. Night after night, Peter was hopeful about seeing Axel but the following morning was a disappointment for Peter. Days turned into weeks; weeks were turning into months. By this time, Peter's patience was thin. He angrily yanked the pinup off the wall.

"You broke my heart. You are a lying son-of-a-bitch," Peter yelled, ripping the pinup into pieces and throwing it into the garbage, "I loved you, you piece of shit. You will never break my heart again."

About a year later, in another prison, an inmate sleeps soundly in his cell. A dark strange crept up to the sleeping inmate.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Open your eyes, my lovely," the dark stranger whispered into the inmate's ear.

The inmate slowly woke up from his slumber; he was shocked to see another man in his cell.

"Who the hell are you," the inmate asked, "Are you the guard? What do you want from me? I didn't do anything."

The dark stranger laughed.

"You silly man," the dark stranger said, "I'm not a guard. I'm here to quench your sexual thirst and feed your sexual appetite."

"You what??"

The dark stranger squatted down so the inmate could get a better look at his face.

"You can call me Axel," the dark stranger greeted, "...and I'm your conjugal visitor."

The universe was gracious enough to grant Peter less time in jail. However, he failed to correct his behavior of taking things that didn't belong to him. Because Peter maintained to be a selfish, self-entitled person, he completely ignored Axel's words and feelings, which resulted in Axel never seeing him again. It didn't matter if Peter's love for Axel was strong; Axel was not one to be kept by one person. Axel was content fulfilling male convicts' desires while residing in the Pink Foxxx Hole.