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 "OK, ya got me," he said with his hands raised above his head as cops began getting out of their cars with their guns drawn. "So?" 

Fitzie was handcuffed as usual and read his rights, placed in the back of the first car, and they all sped off to the local clink. He was showered and strip-searched in the usual manner, dressed in issue coveralls, then placed in a cell alone. This bothered him a bit; he'd really hoped he'd be in with a bunch of two-bit losers who weren't in for anything as cool as bank robbery and he could brag his ass off. He didn't even opt for the one phone call, because there was nobody to call, and he figured something like that was for pussies anyway. About a half hour later, a guy came up to the doorway of the cell. "Mr. Fitz?" he asked. "No. Your mama," Fitzie spat with a grin. The guy laughed. "That's funny," he replied. "My name is Detective Black. I need to talk to you for a bit about what happened this morning in the bank and in the car." Two guards opened the cell door, took Fitzie by the forearms, and began following the detective down the hallway. Fitzie grinned at each of the guards and shrugged. So? This was just gonna be another one of those routine interviews, and they were always a laugh. They always walked into a room where the guards sat Fitzie in a wooden chair, unlocked and re-cuffed his hands behind him, and left. The detective sat and grinned at Fitzie for a few minutes, his smile almost as wide as Fitzie's own. And slowly, Fitzie began to realize that this was no ordinary interview room. There was no desk, no mirrored interview window, no bright light. His smile faded as he tried to figure out what was going on here, but he decided to keep his bravado. "So what led you into all this in the first place, huh?" the detective asked. "I've checked your record, and all you got is a few botched 

Petty charges. You're a CHILD, Fitzie. You know what happens to children? They get punished. They get punished BAD." "Oh, yeah?" Fitzie replied. "Fuck YOU, pig." The detective came towards him. "Ohhh..." he said with pity in his eyes. "See, now, THAT's where you made your first mistake. You shouldn't be calling people names. So let's make sure that for right now you can't call anybody anything and that you have no choice about it." He took a green bandanna out of his coat pocket and cleaved it inside Fitzie's beautiful mouth, tying it tightly at the back of his head. Fitzie struggled with all his might but couldn't work it loose, and just grunted and groaned into it. "Second," the detective said, taking a blue bandanna out of the same pocket, "children who are naughty shouldn't be allowed to see what's coming next," and promptly blindfolded Fitzie with it, while he struggled all the more. "And third," he continued, as he began caressing and pinching Fitzie's nipples through the overalls, "I think you need to examine what the word 'pig' means. To you, it means a cop. But to me," he said, "it means a boy who's powerless and wants to be taken over. That means you. Are you a pig?" He grabbed Fitzie by his now rock-hard dick through his coveralls. Fitzie had never been so scared in his life. "Mmmmph," he replied. "Is that a yes?" the detective asked. "Mmmph," he replied again, nodding his head. "Yeah, that's what I hoped," the detective answered. "But I don't think you're showing me enough respect. What you should be saying is, 'yes, sir.' Let me hear you say that," as he grabbed Fitzie's balls through the rough cloth. 

"Ymmmmph, smmmph," Fitzie replied meekly. "Good boy," the detective said. "You're learning. Maybe a few days of this will teach you not to rob innocent people and be so cocky. Speaking of cocky, though, I think I want to see you naked. It feels like you've got a pretty impressive piece under all that." For what could have been hours with his inability to see, Fitzie felt the coveralls being slowly ripped open and stripped off of him piece by piece. He couldn't believe this was happening, and he was terrified. The worst part of all was that his dick was standing at rigid attention, and fear wouldn't let it go down. What he wanted more than anything was for the detective to say something, but the entire episode was conducted in silence. It was impossible to know how many hours later it might have been before the shirt was hanging off his wrists and the pants likewise down around his ankles. All of a sudden the detective came up behind him and said, "They strip searched you when you came in, didn't they, boy?" By now, Fitzie knew better than to fight. "Ymmmph, smmmph." "I figured that," the detective said with a smile. "But I have a feeling there's just one little thing they forgot to do. You've seen prison movies, right?" Fitzie nodded his head. "Ymmmph, smmmmph." "Well, you know when they ask you to bend over and spread your cheeks?" Fitzie's imagination went wild and he started to panic, screaming into the gag. The detective grabbed him by the balls again. "Don't flatter yourself, you arrogant fuck," the detective spat, as though 

reading Fitzie's mind. "You're not about to get raped. You haven't earned it. But get yourself down on the goddamn floor on your knees and spread your cheeks. I want to see what you got." Practically crying now and whimpering into his gag, Fitzie fell to his knees with his head against the floor and pulsed his sphincter open. The detective knelt behind him, studied what he saw for a few minutes, then laughed. "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna have fun with this," he said. "When the time comes." He stood up, left Fitzie there, then slammed the door and locked it. And the voice of Fitzie's crime partner from that morning suddenly echoed in his head over and over. "Promise me you're gonna play ball with them and not be so fuckin' arrogant like you usually are. Promise me you're gonna play ball with them and not be so fuckin' arrogant like you usually are. Promise me you're gonna play ball with them and not be so fuckin' arrogant like you usually are." And Fitzie cried and whimpered into the gag that held him silenced. THE END? 

Prisoner played by Fritz Floyd
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/21/2012