ARCHIE & THE WARDEN, chapter 3
By Master Redbeard
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).
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ARCHIE IN THE PUNISHMENT ROOM As Told by the Warden
Archie Andrews was damn cute, with that messy red hair and those freckles. I considered him the ultimate clean-cut all-American boy. Now here he was bare-ass naked, all his body hair shaved off, and his thick penis sticking up at full erection. He wore only a slave collar with his hands cuffed behind his back. And I was leading him with a leash.
Obviously I had organized the "attempted rape" of Archie by the young black studs in the shower room, so that I could come in and save the redheaded teen. There was semen trickling down the back of Archie's legs. But his asshole was still cherry. He hadn't been entered, but one of the black boys had jerked off onto his anus to help lube his hole. That would prove useful.
I paused in front of one of the cells as we passed. There was a tall Latino boy with a five o'clock shadow. He was naked and jerking frantically on his fat, uncut cock. He was muttering under his breath in Spanish, something about "puta" and "culo" and the like. Archie bowed his head in shame, or perhaps in an attempt to shut out the scene.
When the Latino boy's cock erupted, the sperm splashed all over Archie's shaved body. I laughed heartily. The brown-skinned boy was trying to catch his breath as he said, "Hey, Warden, put the little pelirroja in my cell with me. I'll teach him how to be a good puta for a real man." I pulled on Archie's leash and we moved on, but I silently grinned to myself -- the Latino boy had used the feminine form of redhead.
When I shoved Archie into the punishment room, there were two guards already waiting for us. The two brutes grabbed the hard-bodied teen and pushed him face forward against the punishment frame. His hands were un-cuffed from behind his back and re-cuffed to the upper corners of the rack. Then his legs were spread wide and each foot was attached to a lower corner of the rack, so that his smooth body formed an X-shape. His midriff rested on some bamboo planks. Other than that the young jock was hanging freely from his extremities.
His eyes were darting around the room, taking in the site of all the punishment devices along the walls -- canes and whips and tawses and straps. I felt him shudder as I ran my fingers playfully over his white flesh. Then I leisurely went along the wall, touching different tools, sometimes taking one down and weighing it in my hand.
I knew I was teasing Archie, and it was having the desired effect.
Finally I took down a thin switch from the wall and swooshed it through the air a few times. It made a lovely sound. Then I stood behind Archie and waved the switch through the air from side to side. It was delightful the way his butt cheeks clenched and twitched in anticipation.
I used the switch to gently lift his erect penis. My laugh echoed through the room. "Maybe little Archie enjoys being a naked prisoner. Maybe it turns you on knowing you'll get beaten and dicked by a dirty old man?" Of course the truth was that we had dosed the boy with so many boner pills since his arrival, he couldn't help but have an erection that wouldn't quit.
I came close enough to stick my tongue in his ear and whispered, "You can't ever complain about this to any authorities. If you did, you'd have to admit you had an erection throughout all these humiliations and this homo sex. Then they'd know what a twisted little queer boy you really are, Archie."
Slash! The switch cut through the air and left a stripe at the top of the teenage boy's thighs, just below the crease of his ass cheeks. He didn't yell out in pain. Instead I heard the sound that comes when you inhale air sharply through clenched teeth.
As Told by Archie:
The Warden pulled my leash and led me naked and erect through my latest walk of humiliation. He even stopped in front of one cell where a hulking brown-skinned boy ejaculated his spunk all over my shaved body. I felt the thick wetness oozing down my flesh as we continued along the prison corridors.
Then I was pushed into a cavernous room with stained concrete walls. Two guards grabbed me and worked methodically. Soon I was facing some strange kind of frame, and my body was stretched into an X-shape, arms and legs pulled to the extreme and attached to four corners. The guards disappeared into the shadows. It was then I became aware of the strange devices that hung from the walls around me. I recognized canes and whips, but some unidentifiable objects just seemed oddly frightening.
The Warden took down a thin switch and waved it through the air menacingly. It made me shudder just imagining what that would feel like on my flesh. He toyed with me for a long while. When I finally felt it cut through my flesh I did my best not to scream. I just let out a gasp through clenched teeth. It was like getting a paper cut all the way across the backs of both legs.
I suddenly heard a voice from the shadows, "Now, now, do you really want to mark up such a well-muscled firm young ass." Gooseflesh went up my back. Did I recognize that voice or was I delusional?
I looked up and realized that, though I was facing a wall, there were mirrors positioned in front of me so I could see everything behind me. That's when Mr. Lodge stepped forward out of the shadows, adjusting his expensive Italian silk tie. His suit looked impeccable and there wasn't a hair out of place. He had an implacable facial expression as he looked me up and down.
"It's a shame to mark up and bruise such a perfectly rounded white boy butt. I assume this ass is cherry." He grabbed me by the hair and snarled, "Am I right, boy? Have you got a cherry ass?"
"Ch-ch-cherry? I d-don't understand, sir...."
"Have you ever had a dick up your butthole, Archie? Perhaps some sleepover with Jughead? Or an underwear wrestling match with Reggie?"
"No! N-no!" I protested. "N-never. I never did such a...."
He smacked me hard on the back of my head. "Good!" he laughed loudly. "There's nothing I like better than taking the cherry of some smart-ass teen boy who thinks he's straight."
With that, Mr. Lodge started to take off his clothes, removing each article, folding it neatly, and placing it on a chair beside him. The Warden snapped his fingers and Fangs Fogarty appeared from a different shadow. He was stripped to white briefs and had his head lowered. "You know what to do, boy," the Warden sniffed.
Fangs fell to his knees behind me and started licking up the crack of my ass. Then he used both thumbs to spread my cheeks apart. His tongue pushed right into my virgin hole. He was tongue-fucking my asshole. I'd never felt such a wild sensation. There were tingles of pleasure going out from my hole to all parts of my body.
Soon I found myself pushing my butt back against Fangs' face. The wet tongue felt so nice massaging my bottom hole that I wanted more. It was like I was fucking myself on the young thug's tongue.
By that time, Mr. Lodge stood in his crisp white boxer shorts. His body was muscular and hard, especially impressive for a man in his 40s. I saw a huge tent in the front of those white boxers. His fat erection was lifting up the left leg of the underpants and waving in the air.
The Warden stood beside me, rubbing his hands together like a perverse Greek chorus. Mr. Lodge pushed Fangs out of the way and positioned himself behind me. I felt the fat head of his uncut cock press against my virgin butthole. My cheeks tensed up. He smacked my ass hard and snarled, "You know I'm gonna stick it in you, one way of the other, Archie. It'll only be worse if you don't relax."
That's all well and good to tell someone, but how was I supposed to relax when I dreaded this battering ram invading my rectum. I felt the man's thumbs pulling my cheeks apart. I tried to take a deep breath. But in the middle of that breath, his huge cock shoved all the way into me.
I shouted out louder than I'd ever done before. When my mouth was open in that shout I felt something being pushed between my lips and teeth. The metal and rubber thing was clicked into place. I looked at the mirror and saw that there was some device that was holding my mouth open in an O shape. I tried to protest but couldn't make a comprehensible sound.
At the same time I felt Mr. Lodge's powerfully muscled body press down against my slim body. It felt like there was a tree shoved deep inside me, pushing all my organs together. I was gasping for breath because of the pain. Breath was hard to come by because of the mouth spreader.
Mr. Lodge's pubes were grinding against my smooth ass cheeks. His heavy balls were slapping the backs of my thighs. He pulled back just a little bit then pushed forward again. Next time he pulled back even further and pushed forward harder. Soon he was pulling half his cock out of me, and slamming back in with a furious thrust.
I was gasping and sweating from the agony. But meanwhile the Warden was unzipping his tan uniform pants and pulling out a thick hunk of uncut meat. I smelled it even before he brought it to my mouth. Damn, did that gross old man ever clean out the cheese under his foreskin?
The Warden stroked my hair almost tenderly as he said, "I know you're a smart boy, Archie. I know you're aware of the ways you could be hurt if you tried using your teeth on my cock. So I suppose I could have just mouth fucked you raw. But you're also a headstrong boy. I wasn't going to take my chances."
As he spoke, the Warden was masturbating onto my tongue. Soon he was moving his cock in and out of my mouth, rubbing it right on my tongue. Then he grabbed my ears and he was fucking my mouth, and groaning in pleasure.
Now Mr. Lodge was fucking my ass hard and nasty. He grunted into my ear, "I don't want you thinking I'm some kinda homo for fucking your ass, boy. This ain't about the sex. This is about teaching you what it's like to be used by a real Alpha."
The naked man was dripping sweat on me, his hands gripping at my hard, bound muscles. At the same time, the Warden shoved his cock as deep as it would go. His pubes were up my nose and I was struggling to breath. My mouth was stuffed with cock and my nose was blocked by this old man's fat tummy. For a moment I wondered if this was the way Archie Andrews would die -- filled with cocks from both ends?
Then something happened that I still cannot explain. My cock started shooting cum. It was waving like a loose fire hose in front of me and shooting jizz. I gasped and felt the Warden's cock shoot spunk aimed right at the back of my throat. Then I felt Mr. Lodge's hands gripping hard into me and his cock seemed to go even more rigid deep up my rear. I felt his cock pulsating and realized it was shooting hot sperm deep into my bowels.
I had two nasty, old-guy cocks stuffed in me, filling me with cream, and my cock kept on shooting spurt after spurt of teenage jizz. I closed my eyes. I just wanted the whole scene to disappear. But of course I couldn't make it disappear. It was real and it was happening to me.
The Warden slowly extricated his fat cock from my throat. He shook his cock when it was free and the remainder of his splooge splashed on my face. Mr. Lodge's powerful body was glued to me with his dried sweat.
That's when the two men started chuckling together. "It looks like our Archie enjoys taking dick. Look at the load he shot." They acted like it was the funniest thing in the world. I felt lower and more humiliated than I ever thought possible.
Mr. Lodge grabbed my ear and folded it in on itself as he glared down at me and snapped, "Remember this next time you think you're such a big man to defile my precious daughter, white boy."
As the two men congratulated each other and left without looking back at me, I was handed over to two guards. They gave me a pair of white briefs, which I eagerly pulled up. Then once again they attached a leash to my collar and led me down new corridors to a different area of the prison.
By the time I got to my new cell I was aware that much of Mr. Lodge's sperm had leaked out of my distended asshole. The back of my white briefs were soaking wet. This time I was placed alone in a cell down a corridor that was unusually quiet -- even eerily quiet.
But the two guards weren't done with me. I was pushed to the floor. The one behind me grabbed my head and jaw. The one in front of me forced my mouth open. He pushed his filthy cock between my lips. When I struggled, the other one grabbed my balls and twisted until I relented.
"Heheh, that's a good boy, Archie. We'll train you to be a good pussyboy before long." I thought it was unusual that the cock between my lips wasn't stiff for a blowjob. But then I felt and tasted an acrid thin stream of piss going down my throat. I panicked and struggled once more. They held me tighter and twisted my balls even harder.
I couldn't fight them. I just swallowed the urine, trying hard to keep from crying. I wouldn't give the bastards the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
One of the guards remarked, "Once the boss gets bored with your piece of boy ass, you're gonna get gangbanged by all the guards, Gingerboy."
The second guard re-emphasized, "ALL the guards," as he zipped his uniform pants and left.