“Come and get it boys!” yelled one of the guards rambunctiously, as she stroked the phallic shaped appendage between her legs up and down.
The crowd got more excited as they moved forwards, single file. I leaned out to see what was going down at the front of the queue. On the left was a small, meek looking guy with black hair and glasses and on the right was a large short haired man with the musculature of a bodybuilder.
A bell rang and the two men dropped to their knees and took the dildo’s into their mouths and began sucking them. I was stunned, what the fuck was this? Was this some kind of BDSM prison or something?
“Aw, such a good boy! Eat up!” said the guard on the left as she patted the inmates head patronisingly.
The larger inmate wasn’t getting the same positivity.
“Come on bitch, suck it down. Aren’t you hungry for it?!” the guard said, putting her hand on the back of his head to push her dildo further down his throat. He coughed and spluttered as she let go, white liquid dripping from his mouth.
It’s white, surely it can’t be… My train of thought was interrupted by someone leaving the line. Oh thank god, I followed suit and walked out. I got some disapproving looks from the other inmates, like I was leaving the queue to get on a rollercoaster or something, screw that though, I’m not THAT hungry… but I knew I would be later and I would have to join them on my knees.
As I walked outside I saw the smaller guy who had finished and left the room.
“It’s weird isn’t it? This is the only way you get fed. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. No matter how many times I sit here, no matter how much resistance I put up, my mind says I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t want to do this… but my stomach always wins over my pride.” he confessed to another inmate, in a voice that sounded defeated. I was uncomfortable thinking about the whole thing, it felt surreal.
It dawned on me that I’d have to get used to this, like everyone else in the room did. I would have to do this every day for 3 months, get on my knees in front of those girls with everyone watching. I shuddered at the thought.
After a while a buzzer sounded again, we were filed out into a large, square, outdoor area. I emerged out into the bright blue day, the hot sun beating down on me, the surrounding area was mostly the concrete walls of the prison, but on the far side, behind a gigantic wire fence, was open desert for as far as the eye could see. The pounding sun made a heat haze that caused the sand to ripple like waves on a lake. Around the corners of the quad were a few benches and that’s where everyone seemed to be. Stationed at midway points on each side were more female guards, these ones sporting beige shorts and sunglasses, they were observing the area silently.
I went and sat down in the shade, looking across the quad, there were basketball hoops and other various sporting stuff, but no one was playing. Most of the prisoners were all gathered around where the guards were and chatting with them, or chatting at them, the guards didn’t move or talk back. In the corner of the quad there were two guys were making out and getting handsy rubbing each others groins. I looked away and stared off into space for a while, not knowing what to do.
A voice came from above.
“Hey man, new here?” I tilted my head to see the same guy with the glasses who went first at lunch time.
“Oh, hi, yeah, first day.” I replied.
“It’s a lot to take in, but you’ll get used to it, some of the other guys here love it.” he explained.
I grimaced, I wasn’t surprised, but still found the thought of liking it here somehow unpleasant.
“I have to ask you this, what’s punishment in this place? Why is everyone so eager to get punished?” I asked.
The guys face turned sour, like I’d confronted him with something personal.
“Look, it’s not something anyone is going to admit they like to their friends once they’re out of this place, but whilst you’re here, you can’t get enough of it, it keeps you sane. I heard some of the guys even beg their wives and girlfriends to do it when they leave. We all wear these things, we all have to deal with that stuff you know?” he explained, vaguely.
“I don’t get it.” I said.
Before I knew it, a buzzer sounded again and the crowd pushed the two of us away from each other as we were filed into the cells.
I lay on my bunk staring at the ceiling. “It keeps you sane.” he said, but what kind of punishment keeps you sane? I was going to have to find out, sooner or later. At least I learnt that I wasn’t the only one wearing the device, I guess everyone was wearing one. The more I thought about it the more it made sense, but also the more it felt fucked up. Sexual frustration in this place must be off the charts. Then it clicked, the female guards have to provide relief of some sorts? There was no way Susan Redifer would open a prison where the female guards offered blow jobs or hand jobs to the inmates, that goes against everything the woman stands for. I realised I was getting hard again at the thought, this thing fucking sucked. The now familiar sting of pain was a sharp incentive to stop this train of thought. I picked up one of the books I was allowed to bring into my cell to take my mind off it, losing myself in the pages for a while, but no matter what was happening in the book, my mind kept thinking of the female guards in their tight shorts, of Susan Redifer in that skimpy nightie… It was intolerable. I hadn’t had sex for a long time before I was locked up and coming here to this frustration filled hell was a nightmare.