The men began to blur together, though my second big revelation of my tenure as a bioshowers technician came to light. Even as I found their fat, muscular asses and unshaved pubes looked more alike than similar, no two asses smelled alike. Some guys were earthy, others spicy, others musky or sweet. I could never tell by the look of the guy what he was going to smell or taste like. Except, I could always be assured that if the ass hair was thick, I was going to have my mind fucked by the strong scent of his crack.
As time went on, there was less down time. After some time, the men seemed to get past the mental obstacle of going into the shower next to another guy. Many men sat down beside one another, either carrying on conversation or simply needing to use the facilities at the same time. I was pivoting between two such men— one skinny, brown, and hairy and the other muscled, shaven, and white— when I heard the door behind me open.
Startled, I removed my nose from the gooch of the white guy a whirled around. Was my shift over already? Was Matt here to pick me up? My dick, straining in the pouch of my jockstrap, was all but framed in the rectangle of bright light cast upon me. In a moment of intense desperation minutes earlier, I had pushed the front of my shorts down. The bright light limited my vision, but notions of being sent home for the day were dashed when I saw two silhouettes in the doorway. The smaller one was ushered inside by the larger one before the door was closed again. In the dimmer light, I could make out most of my new guests.
The first guy looked to be a bit older than me, maybe his late 20’s. His hair was dirty blond and he had a crew cut. He was dressed fully in what looked like grey… scrubs maybe? He was holding his hands in front of him and looked down at the ground. Behind him I could see a much bulkier man of maybe his 40’s wearing the uniform of a prison guard. I realized I was drastically underdressed compared to both of these people, and was a bit embarrassed to be covered in my own drool, shirtless, with a hard cock fully visible through my precum-soaked bulge. The young man regarded me with none of the power he held over me as a clothed man, but rather defensively, as if he expected me to make his life hell.
“Hands,” The guard prompted the man. He turned to face the guard and held his hands, still together in front of him, out to the guard. The guard snapped his keys off his belt and unlocked the handcuffs, which I had not seen on the man before.
“Go ahead and clock in. I’ll be here to retrieve you at 8. Try to get along with your coworker. You’ve been trained. Good luck.” With that, the guard opened the door once more and left as swiftly as he came.
The two guys behind me had been waiting for longer than they should have, so I turned back, focusing on the hairy fellow. I worked myself around to his sack and cock and as I was tongue bathing him, I watched the newcomer out of the corner of my eye. He had carded in and now appeared to be undressing. I throated the Arab man’s cock and when I pulled back, the newcomer was entirely nude, his grey dressings in a neat pile on the floor. My eyes wondered down his pale skin studded with robust, light brown hair across his freckled chest and leading down to the modest bush above his cock. His cock didn’t hang low, but was rather entrapped in a metal chastity device. The dull gleam of steel replaced his manhood.
I wanted to find out more about my coworker, but I could not neglect my duties. I got down to lick the furry man’s slender feet. As I slotted my tongue between his toes, I could sense the other guy beside me taking over the shaved white guy. I got up to do my patron’s pits, though midway through I paused to admire the sight before me.
The prisoner (caged both societally and sexually) was kneeling on the padded floor, legs spread apart. Between them was the shiny metal cage. Tattoos stretched across his legs and torso, many of which had faded and bled. He held both of the white guy’s pink nuts in his mouth, spinning them with his tongue to spread his saliva. My cock took notice, and as I rose to bathe the scrawny otter, the strong BO from his slender pits only intensified the arousal. I licked full formed beads of sweat from the scraggly hairs, relishing in the opportunity to give his pits a thorough cleaning.
I sat down after my hairy guest left. Thank goodness no other guys had sat down; I got a moment of rest. My coworker had already finished cleaning his patron’s feet and was onto his pits now. As he stood to tongue the white muscle jock’s armpits, I got a good look at his cage. There was a narrow barrel at the crown of the cage, which must hold the locking mechanism. The body of the cage was about an inch long, nothing irreversible but something that would definitely take some getting-used-to. Bars ran axially down the length of the shaft, curving inward at the head to meet in a circular opening. His cock was being pressed through the bars of the cage such that the head looked almost scalloped. He really must be quite a bit bigger than one inch. A steel ring ran around the back of his balls, securing the cage in place. In addition, a thin black band ran from each side of the cage around the man’s body, holding the cage close to him. I also noticed that the man stood a little bowlegged; to service men’s pits, you do have to bend down a bit, but the movement still registered as odd to me. Another thing to ask about.
Finally, he sat down on the floor of the chamber a few feet from me. He did not immediately make eye contact or try to initiate conversation. He was breathing a little heavy, but nowhere close to the sniveling mess I’d been reduced to over the past few hours. I decided I’d have to be social.
“Hi. I’m, uh, Tyson.”
It felt almost comedic, both of us looking the way we did. But he did raise his gaze to mine.
“I’m Eric.” It was an unaffected, inoffensive. It seemed to be carefully selected to be as such.
“Nice to meet you, Eric.”
I was coming up short on topics of discussion. What I wanted to know was about the handcuffs and the cage, but those seemed like heavy hitters for first questions. Lucky for me, he had some of his own.
“Why are you wearing clothes?”
I looked down at myself and was surprised at what Eric considered clothes. My shorts were stretched and bunched around my upper thighs. You could see my dark pubic hair around the pouch of the jock. I was, strictly speaking, wearing clothes, but far from decent.
“I was never told to get naked. I actually thought it might be prohibited until you showed up.”
“Our officers told us we had to get naked so we wouldn’t get our uniforms dirty.”
“Ah. Well that makes sense, I’ve gotten pretty filthy. Do you mind if I get naked?” I asked. I didn’t mean for it to sound as horny as it did, but Eric didn’t know I was into dudes.
“Go right ahead.”
I quickly rolled back onto my ass and lifted my legs into the air, ripping off my shorts as quickly as I could. I tossed them with my shirt, landing in a kind of wet slap against the vinyl. I tugged my cock out of the side of my jockstrap, desperate to get a few strokes in. As I did so, Eric was aghast.
“You’re not caged?”
“Uh, no. I uh, didn’t see anything about that in the contract.”
“You signed a contract?”
Now I was confused.
“Well yeah… I work here. We need a contract for like, pay and stuff?”
Realization suddenly dawned on Eric. “Are you in prison?”
“No, why would I be!?”
“Because I am.”
“... oh.” Nice going asshole.
“I’m here on a program with the prison. It’s to get my sentence reduced. I figured you would be too, but guess not.”
Woah. *What*? I know prisoners can work for a certain set of corporations doing manual labor under the 13th amendment. But ‘bioshower technician’ as an occupation has existed for a matter of days, as far as I am aware.
“When did you agree to do this?”
“A month ago. I’ve been in training for the past month, serving the prisoners and guards. They’ve made sure that I can sanitize a man in peak time. But, yesterday I was told I’d be reassigned to civilian service.”
“Have you been locked up for that long?”
Eric looked down at his nest of curly brown pubes perched above the glinting metal. “Thank god, no. They put it on us for service. They said it encourages diligence and prevents distractions.” He looked back up to me with big pupils. “I’m still pretty distracted as is, though.”
“So, you’re into guys too?” I stroked my dick as I talked, though neither of us acknowledged it.
“I mean, yeah. I’m bi, had a girlfriend. Went to prison, got broken up with, got around with some of the guys. That’s when I got into the smell of a guy. Showers weren’t every guy’s favorite, especially the ones into cock. So, when I did have sex, it smelled rank. It’s made me hard ever since.”
“Damn. I’m kind of the same. Not with, like, the girlfriend, but I got into manstink over Andro. I was actually researching it, trying to find a cure. But looking into all of those guys’ pits, it just did something to me I couldn’t explain. That was it for me.”
“So then how did you end up here?”
How to answer that question. “I got an email. They just offered me the position. I guess I didn’t really process that it would entail all of this. But I needed a job. Plus the place that emailed me was a subsidiary of CeresLabs, so I felt like it might be a foot in the door.”
Eric looked a little uneasy. “What was the place called?”
“Vettera.”
He grimaced. “That’s the name of the company that bought my sentence.”
A beat passed, during which we both heard a gym locker slam shut. “Hmm. Why would they be recruiting from the general public and prison populations, and then mix the working groups?”
“Beats me. All I know is, after a month of service, I can say that this job is far from easy. Andro was a big problem in my prison. We lost our yard time, most socialization time. Those were the moments that made prison tolerable. I guess I’d be grateful if there was a real solution…”
As Eric trailed off, A black man’s ass appeared above us to obscure the shaft of light falling on him. He looked up and I moved to get up, but he gestured that I stay down. His voice, now in just a whisper so as not to alert the musky gymgoer above us. “But, this? This can’t be it.” He dove in to the man’s ass, burying his face up to the cheek before precisely articulating his tongue around and inside the man’s hairy hole.
