“There’s more to it than that…” he started, before he could finish the buzzer sounded again and in the noise I lost him as we were all filed back to the cells.
I lay there, trying to sleep. Whilst Kara had pacified the buzz of horniness from earlier, I couldn’t help but feel it creeping back into my mind again, she was so hot, what I would give to bend her over something instead of getting fucked by a baton, it was so demeaning. But that was the point I guessed. The more I thought about it, the more I realised how little of the facility I had seen, how many more horrors awaited me. I thought of Kara waving around her baton-cock and even with my dick straining in the cage, eventually I fell asleep.
I woke up, still highly aroused, all I could think of was tearing the cage off and masturbating. It was 5am, I’d barely gotten any sleep at all but I was wide awake with sexual frustration, I didn’t want to ask. I really didn’t want to ask to be punished again, but I didn’t know how to deal with it, I couldn’t touch my dick and nothing else I did would satisfy. I got out of bed and pushed my face up to the bars, the eerie silence of the early hours made every noise deafening. Across the corridor the guy opposite me appeared at the bars.
“Can’t sleep huh?” he whispered upon seeing me.
I shook my head and sighed. He smirked back at me with a grin that knew something I didn’t.
“If the regular girls aren’t doing it for you, you need to ask for Alice.” he explained.
“Alice Chun? Why her, what will she do to me?” I asked, nervously.
“She… well, she’s better equipped to deal with your ‘problem’ than the other guards, you may not like it, but you can’t deny she’s good at her job. Some guys refuse anyone else.” he said, teasingly.
“Fuck sake, can’t you just tell me?” I snapped, this guy was just eating my frustration up, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy seeing me throw myself in the deep end.
“Shhh, decent people are sleeping,” he whispered, smirking. “plus there’s no way I’ll give anything away, Kara told me about the look on your face when she got her girl-stick out. She said it was priceless, I hear you loved it too. There’s no shame, Kara’s a goddess after all, I hope you thanked her.” he said, smiling as his face disappeared into the darkness of his cell.
“Dickhead…” I said to the darkness before going back to my bunk.
Great. Well, he said I may not like what Chun will do to me, so it’s obviously something bad. I waited for a while, looking down the hallway the best I could hoping a guard would walk by so I could ask her quietly. The last thing I needed was everyone to hear what was going on in my cell, even though we were all in the same boat, no matter what logic told me, I was still embarrased to be asking, it was just shameful. But I was so frustrated, just thinking about Kara’s ‘girl stick’ was getting me even hornier. I knew this was wrong, but she was hot and it wasn’t gay or anything to let a girl do that to you, I thought in justification.
I waited for ages, absent-mindedly running my hands over the device strapped to my dick as I stared out the bars. Then I heard the sound of boots on the floor as a guard walked down the corridor. Finally!
“Guard, I need… punishment please.” I whispered to the short redhead as she walked past my cell door, she stopped in place and looked up at the bars.
“Punishment, what’s that?” she said loudly, I heard the sound of people stirring from their sleep.
“I… uh…” I was hesitating, I didn’t want everyone else to know what I was after, but god did I need it.
“You want me to fuck you with my baton, don’t you?” she stated, in the same loud voice.
People were awake now. Voices echoed down the hall, whooping and cheering like the sounds of a monkey sanctuary in full swing. I was turning a bright red.
“Yeah, fuck him Brook, make him squeal!” came a voice from down the hall.
I could hear the sound of the guy in the cell across from me, laughing. This was embarrassing.
“No, it’s okay I don’t want anything.” I said shamefully.
“Oh no, there’s no need to be ashamed, I can tell you need it, cutie.” she said, unlocking my cell door.
My heart sank, this was only going to get worse.
“Strip.” she commanded.
I didn’t have a choice, I stripped off my clothes in front of her and like before, turned to face the wall.
“Mmmm, what a nice ass you have. I’m Brooklyn, C blocks night guard, here to take care of poor inmates who are just too slutty to sleep like good boys.” she proclaimed, like the boasting of a superhero.
‘Slutty?’
Hoots of laughter came from the corridor, they could hear everything. I heard the familiar unzipping sound and suddenly felt cold steel wrap around my wrists, she handcuffed me! There was a tug from the chain connecting my hands behind my back and I was pulled to my knees. From there her hand pushed my shoulder and I was slowly pushed onto my face, until my ass was lifted in the air. I tried to get up but her boot came down against the back of my head and I turned it sideways awkwardly. Behind me, I saw through my own legs my dangling cock cage, Brooklyn’s thick thighs and her dainty hands, her bright pink nails stood out as she rubbed lubricant into her ‘girl stick.’
I closed my eyes and felt her stick push against my hole, in no time at all it pushed past my defences with a sting.
“It’s in boys, really easy too!” she shouted to the others. More laughter followed.
“Me next Brook!” came voices from other cells.
“Shut up!” she yelled as she pushed the stick in deep. The crowd quietened as she released a pleasured sigh quietly, getting into a rhythm of fucking me. She was a lot harder than Kara was, but my god did it feel good.
The embarrassment stung, but my body needed this.
“What a good boy, who do you belong to?” Brooklyn asked in a demeaning way.
I didn’t know what to answer, did I say her? Did I say Alice Chun? Susan Redifer? She smacked my ass hard and pushed the stick in deep.
“Y-you Brooklyn!” I yelled, hoping I was right.
“You’re damn right you do.” She said, the cheers resumed from the other cells.
Brooklyn picked up her pace and kept smacking my ass, it was humiliating but oh my god the sensation was incredible, the stick rubbing against my prostrate was sending shivers all over me, I could see drops of pre-cum leaking out of my cage and onto the floor as her thighs pulled away and then slammed back into me. Unlike me, the baton never went soft or got tired, it never orgasmed or needed a break and Brooklyn decided when I’d had enough.
I could hear her getting close, but yet again I was no where near orgasm. I didn’t want her to stop, I wanted to cum. Brooklyn let out a pleasured moan and with a pop, pulled the stick out of me and removed it from herself, lifting her boot off the back of my head and zipping herself back up with a pleasured sigh. She clearly enjoyed that. I felt exposed and weak, since yet again I wasn’t allowed to finish, there was still a vague buzz of sexual arousal in me. I tried to get up, but was still handcuffed and found it awkward. She laughed, amused by my struggling and mercifully undid my handcuffs. The short guard blew a kiss and backed away, locking the door behind her.