ARCHIE & THE WARDEN
By Master Redbeard
CHAPTER ONE As told by the Warden
This is adult gay slave fiction. If you are under 18 or if you are not a fan of such stories, go away. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, go away and seek help.
It's been a while since I wrote a story. I was occupied with a tumblr blog, which has since resurfaced as slaveboypics.bdsmlr.com.
This story is a tribute to the TV series RIVERDALE, which has somehow made the goofy comic book character Archie Andrews into the hottest young male sex symbol on television in 2019. All rights belong to the creators of the Archie Comics series and the creators and producers of the TV series RIVERDALE. Nothing is implied about the sexual orientation of the characters or the actors who portray them, except that KJ Apa has become a leading gay fantasy for many (well, for me).
BTW: In the TV series, the prison for youthful offenders (built by Mr. Lodge) is called Leopold & Loeb (somebody has a twisted sense of humor). I didn't invent that.
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BECOMING THE WARDEN OF L&L
Here's what I have to say about Archie Andrews: That young buck may appear totally straight, and may even believe that he is totally straight. But how straight can a boy be if his hard cock shoots spontaneously as he's stuffed with dicks from both ends? We'll get to that later in the story.
But let me start at the beginning with the job offer. I had no interest in taking any kind of job. I had scored enough money from my last con job so that I could live out my life in luxury. But when Mr. Lodge called me, I had to listen. He's a dangerous man and doesn't brook any disrespect. At first I chuckled when he offered me a job and I reminded him that I had taken early retirement. "I know that," he said confidently. "But this is a position with fringe benefits particularly for your tastes."
Mr. Lodge does not say things lightly, so I was ready to listen. He asked, "How would you like to have absolute power over a group of hard-bodied young bucks 16-21?"
I thought for a moment and asked, "Would absolute power mean I could keep them naked and sodomize the ones with cute butts?" Mr. Lodge knew what I liked.
He chuckled, "I need a warden for the new Leopold & Loeb Youthful Offenders Prison I'm opening in Riverdale."
I couldn't help moaning softly when he said that. I had seen the boys at Riverdale High School -- hunky young muscle jocks with cute faces and firm well-curved butts. Mr. Lodge knew I wouldn't turn down a chance like this.
"How much?" I asked him.
"$100,000 a year."
"Shall I pay you all at once or in installments?"
"All at once," he replied. "Small bills please."
Once Mr. Lodge received my money and I was setting up my office at the new prison, he invited me to a Riverdale High sports tournament. I had a lot of work to do staffing the prison with the right kind of guards -- ones who would enjoy strip searching and humiliating the teenage jocks. But Mr. Lodge convinced me to come along when he told me about a special boy he wanted me to see; a boy who needed to be "taken down a few pegs."
Mr. Lodge was treated with great deference at the high school. He was the town's richest citizen and his wife was mayor. He introduced me as a business associate. I got a lot of firm handshakes, and I noticed that many of the dads of the high school jocks were as handsome and hunky as their teen sons.
Once we were seated, I noticed Archie Andrews in his wrestling singlet even before Mr. Lodge pointed him out. He had this adorable all-American boy look, but with the muscle definition of a lithe young Marine. There was something about him that just announced casual, easygoing heterosexuality. His red hair was shaggy and there was a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his upturned nose. When he leaned to stretch his muscles, I could see the straps of his jockstrap through the thin fabric of his wrestling singlet. That pose also emphasized the trench of butt crack between his meaty cheeks. I had to adjust my growing penis in my pants.
I tugged Mr. Lodge's arm and said, "I hope that's the one you plan to send to my prison."
He whispered back, "When you strip search Archie Andrews, make sure it's a full cavity search and that you take video so I can watch it."
I had fun during my first weeks as Warden of L&L. One night I set off an alarm to call a drill. I boomed over the loudspeaker, "All inmates must strip down to nothing but underpants, step into the hallway, face the wall and take the frisk position." I told them we were looking for illegal articles: weapons, drugs, cell phones. But I was more interested in looking over these teen jock backsides.
I would enter a hallway and there would be a row of teenage boys stripped down to just their white briefs, each boy leaning forward with his hands on the wall and his butt sticking out. (Boys may have worn all sorts of underpants when they entered L&L, but I dressed them in white briefs -- the brand of tighty whities they had worn back in middle and elementary schools -- to humiliate them and make them feel more like young boys than young men).
Then the guards would lower the back of each pair of briefs so I could run my hand over each set of cheeks. My hand would linger on certain firm rumps, as I chose which boys would get more attention from me -- to put it more frankly, I made decisions about which boys I would sodomize.
In spite of my age, I was soon fucking four or five days a week. I always said: It's not the age or body of the older man that causes softened boners; it's the age and body of the piece of ass in front of him. And believe me there were some beautiful young male bodies behind bars at Leopold & Loeb. My favorite thing was taking a straight boy's cherry ass, and that's how I'd start each week. The rest of the week, I might take other virgin butts, or I might re-use some of my favorites.
I kept a special cellblock to house my harem of favorite boys. It was down past solitary confinement and marked as the guards' lounge. Most guards used the room at some point during their shift. They knew that the buttholes of these special boys were reserved exclusively for my use. But guards could take their pleasure any other way with these boys, and of course they were free to sodomize any of the boys in general population.
The first boy I sent down to my harem was from a neighboring town. His name was Harvey Kinkle and he looked kind of dorky, more like a typical teen boy than a model. But when I saw Harvey in his white briefs, I broke out into a broad grin. During a strip search in the middle of the night, as I went down a row of boys all facing the wall with the backs of their briefs pulled down, I spent an especially long time fondling Harvey's bottom.
The very next day I had Harvey brought to me, stripped to his white briefs. He was tied to a frame, his body making an X shape. I fondled and groped and pinched his flesh. I brought in one of the guards who was especially fond of eating ass, and he went to town licking and sucking and tonguing Harvey's virgin hole.
I thought about tying down the boy for his first fucking, but instead I invented some crazy threat to his hometown girlfriend, Sabrina. The truth was I didn't know anything about this witch of a girl, and never meant her any harm. But it was enough to make Harvey cooperative. Within another day I had the boy spreading his hole to lower himself down onto my fat erection. Every time he grimaced, my cock throbbed a little more.
For all the fun I had with the boys in my prison, I was still anxiously awaiting the arrival of that hunky redhead Archie Andrews.
ARCHIE INCARCERATED
I kept track of all the news about Archie's trial for murder. Mr. Lodge had arranged everything to guarantee the boy would be found guilty and sentenced to time in Leopold & Loeb.
I always enjoyed watching the new boys being processed. But on this particular day I was overly excited. There stood Archie in his school letterman's jacket, t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Hot damn! I could've jacked off all over that teen boy's sneakers.
The new inmates were lined up outside in a small courtyard that was separated from the large prison courtyard. Of course there was a crowd of inmates in the large courtyard, many pressed against the fence eager to check out the fresh meat.
There were other attractive boys in the group of six new inmates, but all my attention was focused on the redheaded jock. He pulled off his jacket, and then peeled up his t-shirt. Damn, he had a broad, defined chest for a high school kid, and his abs were cut into an 8-pack. He bent over to pull off his sneakers and white sweat socks, and I was mesmerized by the sight of his round ass cheeks pressed against that blue denim.
Finally his jeans came down. He wore blue and green plaid boxers that fit snugly, defining his butt cheeks and displaying a nice lump in the front. I heard catcalls from the inmates who were watching from the other side of the fence: "Hey, Red, show us your ass!" and "I wanna marry the ginger boy." That was followed by much laughter. Some of the more brazen boys had pulled out their cocks and were jerking off as they watched the intake of new prisoners -- just as if it was a porno show.
Archie had seemed so confident, even when he was marched into the courtyard and ordered to strip. But now, covered by only one small piece of blue-green cotton, he seemed nervous, his eyes darting around.
I ordered all the new boys to stand at attention with hands behind their heads. I went down the line behind them, peeling down each pair of underpants. I took a long time tugging down Archie's boxers, my hand lingering and fondling his white butt cheeks. My lips were close to his ear as I grunted, "Did you ever get your ass felt up by a dirty old man before, Archie." Then I let out a hearty laugh and saw the boy tremble a little. Good!
Naked with hands behind their heads, the boys were washed by powerful hoses aimed directly at them. One smaller boy fell over from the force of the water. When he picked himself up, a guard smacked his ass with a paddle. Then the naked inmates were sprayed with flea powder. It wasn't likely that Archie Andrews had fleas, but it was one more humiliation for him to experience in front of a crowd.
The other five boys were marched naked into the prison. But Archie was left standing there, bare naked, hands behind his head. I let time pass, and watched as his teen penis began to rise. Of course it's natural for a boy his age, kept naked and displayed, to pop a boner. In Archie's case there were some boner pills crushed into his cheese sandwich. He had complained about the taste, but was ordered to eat it or receive a paddling.
His cock was fully stiff, standing at more than a 90-degree angle from his body, when I came over to conduct his body cavity search. I smiled at him as I pulled plastic gloves onto both hands. The boy shivered in response. My plastic-covered fingers opened his mouth wide and felt around until he gagged and coughed.
Then my fingers went into his ears, I shone a flashlight up the boy's nose. Then I went about feeling him up, right in the open air with horny young inmates watching and masturbating. I rubbed his arms, gripped his sides, and then licked my thumbs to play with his nipples.
When I snapped my fingers, Fangs Fogarty came running out with a bucket and a razor. Fangs was a cute queer inmate. He had my protection as long as he followed all my orders. I just nodded my head and Fangs began to shave Archie Andrews' underarm hairs. Of course the redheaded jock tried to pull away, which gave me an excuse to have the guards put him in a metal collar, his hands cuffed behind his back and attached to the collar, and his feet shackled together.
I heard Fangs whisper, "Sorry man. I gotta follow orders." Then he proceeded to shave Archie's treasure trail, the few hairs he had starting on his calves, and finally his pubic patch. I shouted, "Bend him over and see if his ass needs shaving."
Archie was turned so that his ass was now facing the crowd of young inmates. Fangs spread the hairless cheeks for me and my plastic-covered finger toyed with the straight boy's hole. It was an effort to work two fingers into his behind, but once there I began vigorously finger fucking. When I turned Archie back around and stood him up, his cock was pointing toward his face, and it was dripping from the tip -- a natural reaction to the finger fucking, but a further humiliation for the all-American teen.
There were more severe humiliations to come. My fingers barely tickled the length of his very stiff penis and the boy let out a loud howl. Spunk flew from his cock head. Some of it landed on the side of my face and neck. From the crowd watching on the other side of the fence, I heard a boy call out, "Archie Andrews likes it up the ass!"
I started shouting angrily right into Archie's face. "Look what you've done, you slutty little homo boy. You shot your filthy spunk on my cheek and my neck. Now clean it off!"
He looked around confused, not knowing how to clean the mess while his hands were cuffed behind him. I grabbed his face and said, "Use your tongue to clean it off, you ignorant fool." He tried to pull away and shouted, "You can't make me do such a disgusting queer thing!"
I couldn't let him get away with that. I nodded to a nearby guard who held an electrified tawse. He touched it to Archie's left nipple and the boy fell to the ground writhing. When the high school jock was pulled to his feet, I grabbed his balls and twisted. I saw the look of agony and terror on his face and it made my cock leak in my tan uniform pants.
Archie Andrews' tongue obediently lapped at the spunk on my unshaven face, then down my neck. I found it very erotic. I grumbled under my breath, "Surely a strapping teenage boy like you has tasted his own jizz. I can't imagine this is the first time you've got your own sperm on your tongue." Meanwhile my hands were feeling up the young stud whose naked body was pressed so close to mine.
With that I thrust my forefinger into Archie's tight straight boy butthole.
(TO BE CONTINUED)