As the door slammed shut the other cells were filled with cheering.
“Which one of you sluts is next?!” Brooklyn bellowed down the hallway as she struck a cell door with her lubricated baton.
In response, many voices yelled out to her, begging their cell to be the next one she visited using words like “Mistress” and “Queen” to describe her. They all wanted release. I picked up my clothes and got dressed. That was the most embarrassing thing I’d ever experienced. In the distance I heard another cell door open as Brooklyn entered someone else’s room to deal out more ‘punishment’. I sat on my bunk with my head in my hands, thinking to myself what I’d done to deserve this. I closed my eyes and I was back in Susan Redifer’s house, lifting the painting off the wall to reveal the safe, such an obvious place to hide a safe. I wish I hadn’t tried to open it, I wish I wasn’t there, I wish I’d just grown the fuck up and left her alone. This was crazy, I’d have to beg them for punishment until I could think straight. Thanks to her though, I was able to get some sleep.
The next morning I woke up with my cock straining in the cage already. This was torture, I got fucked last night, I don’t want to beg for punishment again! I got up and leaned against the bars of my cell door and without thinking humped the air in desperation. I could see Brooklyn still walking up and down the corridor, checking in on people. It seemed most inmates were still asleep. I watched as she approached me.
“You’re up early cutie, is that mean cock cage bothering you?” she said like a mother would to a child.
I just nodded, I was too horny to give into shame at this point, but I didn’t want to draw any more attention. Brooklyn smiled and put on a sultry smile, she sauntered over and up to the bars and whispered to me.
“Do you need me to take care of it for you?” she whispered, seductively.
I already knew how she acted when she fucked inmates, if I agreed, would she make a huge deal out of it like last time? But maybe this wasn’t the same ‘service’ she offered as our last encounter. Fuck it. I nodded. She smiled intensely and gestured for me to turn around. I turned around and put my hands behind my back as she unlocked the cell door. I was cuffed yet again.
“So, it seems you can’t get enough of me huh? I love boys with dedication.” she said.
I was hesitant to see where this was going, she was doing something behind me, I could hear her unzipping her shorts. Either she would fuck me or she wouldn’t, I was still straining hard at this point, so my body was pulling me to the former. I felt a tug on my handcuffs pulling me to my knees, then the sound of her boots travelled around me until she was in front of me, her girl-stick poking out.
“Suck.” she commanded.
I looked at it in the same way as I did at the dildos on the cafeteria girls, except this wasn’t for sustenance though, this was to please her. It felt worse in many ways, but she was expecting it and I felt obliged to deliver it. I tentatively stuck my lips out and wrapped them around the end of the baton. Brooklyn looked down expectantly. I started to suck it slowly, this was humiliating.
“It looks like you don’t like this much…” she said.
I froze and looked up at her, nodding with the baton in my mouth.
“Well, you better not tell anyone about this…” she whispered, removing the baton in front of me with a slick sounding pop.
She turned around and bent over, removing her shorts, there was no underwear underneath and her cute round ass was enticing, she twirled around and her shaved pussy was right in my face instead.