Cell Block 29

There is one aspect of money and those that have it that can sometimes yield interesting results. 25-year-old, Martin Morris was about to step off the regular path of life and onto the exotic. Martin was nervous, his stylish brown hair was taking a beating as he kept running his fingers through it. He was a handsome young man, who was average sized but was in very good shape. He had been out in the sun quite often and had developed a nice golden tan. His musculature, though not those of a powerlifter, were toned and firm. He had brown eyebrows kept neatly trimmed and he and green eyes was the only thing that departed from his theme of brown. He was a swimmer, so he kept himself smooth, he just hoped this maneuver was just as smooth.

Martin Morris had a secret, which was no big deal, everyone has them, no one escapes this. His secret was a little different in nature than most people’s, from his perspective. It was not a sneak-attack that Martin liked other men; this had been apparent for a long time. He did not go out of his way to run over the top of people with this. Unless you went out with him, most people just didn’t know. He was one of those that moved quietly in the shadows most never noticed him.

He had started, and it was impossible to know exactly when, but he noticed that he would get extremely excited when he would read or see pornography; where a guy willingly submits into letting another guy do pretty much whatever they wanted to with them. Martin dreamed of having a big and strong muscular guy, just walk up to him and tell him:

“Get on your knees and suck my cock, bitch! Or, a good, 'Get prone on the floor and lick my feet till I tell you that you can stop.' Anything along those lines would do, and whatever kink they had, it did not matter to him, his was just wanting to please a dominant man.”

And from there he had beat his meat to a thousand permutations of all the things the big and strong man would make him do. It was persistent and did not go away, and it was all he seemed to be able to fantasize about. Then he had heard about Cell Block 29 from a friend of his at a gay mixer.

He asked his friend, Tony Stiles, “So, you pay to be imprisoned for 72-hours, you must register as either a sub inmate or a dominant inmate. Finally, you spend most of the seventy-two hours sucking some married guy’s cock because his wife won’t. And they charge you ten grand for this? I don’t know?”

His friend Tony was insistent, “No one said anything about anyone’s wife not sucking their cock. Do you see any married straight guys here? Martin was looking at a table where two of the guys were wearing wedding rings. One seemed to be getting a handjob under the table. "No, this thing is for real men, of course it is not exactly on the books so to speak. You must take some kind of psychological testing which they use to pair you with your cellmate, pay your ten grand, and be locked up for three days with a dangerous criminal, which is entirely possible. Though it could just be some guy that works in the mail room that has been saving up.”

They were currently at the nightclub, The Gay Nightclub, the proprietress here was apparently not worried that people knew this was a gay nightclub.

Martin took a drink from his mixed-drink and said, “Oh, I bet they will be dangerous alright. Either dangerously nerdy, which can be okay, or dangerously married.”

Tony said, “You remember Herbert Weinstein, that we were in school with?”

“Yeah, I remember Herbert”, I talked to him, and I swear he looked like a new man, and it was all he could talk about. You must apply 90 days in advance, then there is a state certifiable physical you must pass. Then you must talk to a psychologist and take some tests. Then you will be incarcerated, at a private facility someplace for seventy-two hours, with someone that matches your opposite end of the spectrum. It has a very good reputation, and no one gets in unless they are negatives across the board with STDs. Come on man, your pop’s is a billionaire. What the fuck is ten grand to you? What if it is all you thought it was or is, perhaps you will meet that special someone with a whip that will knock you silly 24/7.

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That is how Martin followed a trail that would take him through every step of that and was now going through processing on Cell Block 29. They made it seem like it was just in the movies, he had all his stuff taken, had to strip, was given a pair of women’s underwear to wear. He wondered where that came from, and he struggled into them. Once he was in them two burly mock guards, one held him and the other tore them off him roughly. He was made to bend over and touch his toes for the most thorough rectal exam he had ever gotten. As the guard behind him fingered the hell out of his ass, the other guard put the back end of his big black night light into Martin’s mouth and slowly slid it in and out like he was being made to suck dick.

When they were finished, another guy appeared and dressed him in the grand total of a hard plastic type of chastity belt. These were the rules:

1. Always and immediately obey the guards.

2. Subs paired with Dom’s are to expressly obey them.

3. Guards will not interfere to assist or help a sub unless there is a medical emergency.

4. Make very sure before lockdown starts, it will not stop for 72-hours.

5. If you have a question or are having a problem, please notify a guard.

He was taken into a room that was electrically locked and it was kind of structured like a prison cell, but it was much larger. Hanging all up and down the side walls must have been about every implement he had ever seen used in Gay BDSM porn. Sitting on the top bunk of a set of bunk type beds was a middle-aged guy, and he was a handsome guy. He was bigger than Martin, he had a dark complexion and dark hair. He hopped down and as the guards left, they had left a set of manacles on Martins wrists and ankles all chained together. The last guard to leave laid a handcuff key clearly on the table where the guy who had hopped off the bed had got down would retrieve it.

The man spoke and he had a deep seductive voice, “First we must be able to communicate right to get things going. It is very simple, you, do, not, speak, ever, unless you have been told to or a reply is appropriate. When you do speak to me, you will refer to me as Sir or as Master. Do you understand me so far?”

Martin tried to sound calm, “Yes, sir I understand you.”

“What is your name cum-cloth?”

“My name is Martin Morris, Sir.”

“Next rule, and I have all your responses to the battery of test questions, so I know your likes and dislikes. My name is Sir or Master, so you may call me Sir or Master. Second, you are to always appear to be subservient to me, example; right now, you should be on your knees and maintaining eye contact with me. Hit your knees bitch.”

Martin got on his knees in front of his new Master and said, “I understand sir, yes sir.”

Master was direct,” I will just spell it out to you man, relax and go with this, do what I tell you, learn and you might have a good time. It makes no difference to me. Decide you don’t like it and try to fight me I will control you with restraints and still have just as much fun with you.”

He reached down and cupped Martin's chin in his left hand and looked down into his eyes. He was getting excited and apparently, he brought some equipment to the party. He was wearing a tight-fitting pair of designer jeans and he walked forward and thrust forward with his hips. He grabbed a handful of Martin's hair and pulled his head forward and buried the younger man's face in his crotch on the outside of his jeans.

He said, “Get you a good smell of that big cock of mine and my two nuts, I want to hear some air movement."

Martin replied, “Yes sir.” And started taking in deep breaths through his nose and exhaled through his mouth.”

He made Martin do this for about five minutes and he found that his big Master smelled quite sexy. There was a hint of the typical musk scent most men have to some degree, but he also had recently bathed with some expensive soap. It had a gentle smell to it, and it was warm after a moment and Matin totally relaxed.

Sir said, “That is it bitch boy, little faggots, and sissies like you cannot help it. You get the scent of a real man, as you are right now, and you become compliant, and your mouths start to water. Let’s see what you think about this faggot?”

Martin watched as his new master’s right hand moved slowly down and unbuttoned his jeans. With a little bit of work a mostly hard, beautiful 8” cock came free right in front of Martin’s face. The big man reached down and got hold of it and pressed the side of his dickhead right up against Martin’s nose.

“Now, faggot, get you a smell of the source. While you are at it take your tongue and work it up and down the shaft of it.” He sounded so smug.

Martin said, “Yes sir,” as he wondered what it was going to taste like. He smelled it good for a minute and then took and wet his tongue down good and ran it out and started at the base of the long, thick cock and begin to slowly lick his way up. He would stop occasionally to wet his tongue over and over.

The smell of it, the taste of it, the fact another man was using him so casually for his own gratification all combined and he felt a hot flash on his face.

The Master asked, “Do you like that man cock faggot?”

Martin stopped licking just long enough to say, “I do very much sir.”

Master told him to get up and come over with him, so he followed him to the stacked beds. Master put Martin down on his knees at the end of the bed that had a steel bar that ran almost right behind his neck. Master reached over onto the bed and produced a small piece of rope and then stood squarely before him. Then he wrapped the rope around Martin’s throat and looped it around the steel bar.

He was getting excited as he said, “Open that mouth wide, and don’t struggle, as it won’t do you any good.”

Martin opened and his Master shoved that big cock in as far as it would go and was quickly trying to go deeper. Martin had his first violent gagging fit of the night. As he was recovering, he noticed that Master was slowly tightening the rope around his throat firmly. He could breathe it was just harder. He had managed to get about three quarters of his big dick into Martin’s mouth. In time he could easily train this boy to deepthroat, but no time for that. He was getting the crash-course, so he suddenly slammed it in and made the throat wrap even tighter. Martin tried to gag but the piece of rope had his air supply cut off. The Master just stood there with it shoved all the way down in there.

“What’s wrong faggot, is your body confused? You don’t know whether to be strangled, smother, or throw-up?” The big guy eased up on the rope and started to run his dick in and out of Martin’s mouth. That allowed Martin to start breathing again, just not fully and he was having a rather large dick being jammed into and out of his mouth. This man was good at this, he was not wasting a single inch, he was disappearing into Martin’s mouth completely each time then drawn way back to where it was about to pop out of the mouth. Master was skilled though and it never once popped out and he smoothly continued to long dick Martin’s throat.

Master said, “Yummy it does not feel better than that, see even faggots like you has some value. This is kind of scientific because faggots are attracted to big cocks like mine. When they let me run it in and out of them, like I am you currently, once I do that long enough. A bunch of delicious white goo comes out of the end of it that I will make you swallow it or shoot it up your ass. What do you think of that faggot?”

He really tightened down the thing around Martin’s throat again and it completely cut his air off. He steadily continued to mouth fuck Martin even in this state.

“What’s wrong? A little short of breath? You could call a guard for help I guess, or maybe not. Even if you could, they won’t help you. You belong to me for three days, and you are a cute for a faggot. I have heard this said about other people, but you definitely have some plump dicksucking lips.”

He eased up on the pressure on the rope again and finally took it lose. He retrieved the Manacle keys and repositioned me to where I was handcuffed, and ankle cuffed around one of the corner bedposts. My backside was now facing him, and I could not move much. He went over to the wall and retrieved a light leather strap. He walked back up behind me and took a powerful big hand and begin to run it around on my ass cheeks with them. Around and round his hand went and it started to feel so good. Suddenly, he was talking low in my right ear.

“You have a nice ass for a faggot, I am going to take this leather strap and wear you out with it. Then I am going to fuck your nice ass till you make me cum for the first time. Do not kid yourself, the next 72 hours is going to be nothing short of a fuck fest in this room.”

He gave me a couple of practice pops with the strap and then he landed a solid blow. He had whapped me right on the left ass cheek and the pain was radiating down my left leg.

‘Whap!’

Apparently, this was a game Master liked, and he was thrilled with the results he was getting by whipping my ass cheeks, back, and the backs of my legs with the leather strap. They had all turned a bright red and he was sure I would be feeling that all night. He did have a nice body, both of them did, difference in age but both very attractive men in their own rights.

Master had a big and thick 8” cock that was a porn producer’s dream. He was not all that curved like you would see most people’s his was rock hard but was sticking almost straight out and he walked up behind Martin. His dick was resting on the top of his ass and Master leaned up to talk in Martin’s ear. He also had a bottle of expensive lube and was slicking his cock all up with it.

“Well, my little prison faggot, it is time to do what you were made for. I am going to ram my dick up your ass and fuck you till I get off.”

He got good and situated where he needed to be behind Martin and reached one of his hands down to guide his head in. It reached Martin’s tight asshole and there was a brief battle that took place. Martin’s sphincter did not want to give but Master steadily kept increasing the pressure till it finally started to slide in.

Martin groaned and moaned a bit.

Master kept pushing it deeper and deeper, “No need for so much moaning this soon faggot, over the next three days I am going to fuck you till I wear you out. I am going to make you suck my dick so often that you may be one of those people whose jaws pop whenever they just open their mouths.” As he had continued to talk, he had finally managed to get it pushed all the way up inside Martin. It was painful and he just left it pushed all the way in. When Martin would take a breath, it would hurt a bit. Then the pain slowly died down, and Master began to slowly fuck Martin. The man calling himself Master looked down and watched as his big dick rocked like a piston into and out of Martin’s ass.

In time, he got a bit faster in his pace and he slowly put more of his strength behind it. Finally, Martin moaned a few times and Master grinned. That is what he had been looking for, if he only knew exactly where to hit someone’s prostate at each time, he could move the world. Master had Martin feeling good now, so he went even faster. He reached around and grabbed each of Martin’s nipples with the tips of his fingers. He twisted them roughly and this time Martin really groaned.

Master’s voice was shaking, “Take that cock boy, it’s my magic wand. Did you know that?”

Martin did the best he could, “No, uhm, sir.”

The man calling himself Master was now fucking Martin hard and it was causing him to bump into the frame of the bed, so it was making a rhythmical metallic noise.

“Yes, it is magical, it will start out smaller but when I want it to, it will get nice and big for me. If I push it in and out of you long enough and fast enough, it has a large amount of lovely white fluid that will come spewing out of it. I am going to spew it all over your insides and I am getting close. Do you want me to shoot my wad up your ass faggot?”

Martin’s prostate gland was challenging him as well, he was tingling all over with pleasure.

He finally did say, “Yes Sir, please cum inside of me if that is what you want.”

Master sped up again and suddenly pushed all the way up into Martin and held it as his cock jetted cum all up inside him.

Master was raspy, “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! That feels good, take it faggot. You know what to do in case of an emergency hard on don't you? Just break the glass, reach in and grab the little faggot inside and put it on the hard cock.”

Master’s stimulation on his prostate and just the situation as he felt that big dick pumping him full of cum. Set off the circuitry inside of Martin that made him begin to shoot his load as well.

Master slowly pumped him as he watched it coming out, grinning. “You know there are great advantages to having access to a faggot like you. For one thing, when you learn to do it right, most of you faggots suck dick better than anybody. Another, is that I can fuck you all I want, use you as a cum dump ad nauseum, and no chance of accidental pregnancy. We are going to have fun over this seventy-two hours are we not faggot?”

“Yes, Master.”