I watched Eric’s practiced service as I thought about the conversation we’d just had. I was working alongside prisoners, somehow. That prisoner, in front of me, was busying his tongue with the black man’s tight ballsack. His eyes squinted open to see the disordered hairs were now dotted with drops of his saliva. Approving, he lifted himself up on his haunches and throated the man’s flaccid chode. When I got off shift, I’d have to investigate this further. But for right now, I had a few hours left, an erect penis, a hot naked coworker, and a job to do.
I stood and licked at the man’s armpits while Eric was servicing his undercarriage. I was still getting the hang of the efficiency side of the job, lingering in the tight curls of his underarm. By the time I’d finished the second pit, the man stood, finished with his shower. His sweaty, warm skin had electrified my mood, and I could feel a pulse ripple through my cock as another bead rose from my tip.
I looked down to see Eric’s handsome face kneeling below me. He sat on his feet, knees bowed out to either side like a bird’s wings. His locked cock, clearly straining in it’s metal confines, looked especially unmasculine hanging between his legs like that. His head was facing forward, and his eyes were locked on my hard dick. The bead of precum slowly dripped from the tip, leaving a silky strand leading up to my pulsing head.
With care and skill, Eric darted forwards to intercept the drip. He licked his lips, only before seeming to remember himself, looking up to meet my gaze with sheepish shame.
“Oh, I, um, sorry, I was just, uh… sorry, the, uh the guards make me do that, so…” He moved away, deeper into the shower chamber to avoid my gaze. I stooped down, slamming my ass on the cushioned floor.
“Huh? What do you mean, the guards used to make you do that?”
I could tell Eric was unnerved. I wanted to reassure him.
“I promise I’m not mad at you for licking up my precum. Actually, it was pretty hot.” He relaxed at that.
“Promise not to go telling everybody?”
“Who would I tell?”
“Alright well… it started with the two guards that were training me. They told their buddies that they were “going to check on the fag” during lights-out. They came and rattled the bars of my cell with their nightsticks, waking me up. Then they stood at my cell, cocks out, saying that they needed service. I told them that I was tired and to fuck off, but they said they’d see me in the morning for training.”
“The next morning, as I was working on one of their feet, the other came up behind me and cuffed my ankles together. He compressed his body on me, forcing my ass out. I was told that for every drip of precum that falls to the concrete floor, I would be fucked with the nightstick for a minute. I didn't know what to do, so I stuck my tongue out and let the first guy’s cock settle against my nose. I could smell the staleness of his underwear on his dick. The first bead settled onto my tongue and I drank up the subtle muskiness.”
“The guy behind me, actually, the officer who brought me in here earlier, he said, ‘you’ve got the right idea, fag. But we’re still gonna hafta punish you for refusing your superiors last night. I think that deserves five minutes.’ They set a metal egg timer down in front of me, eclipsing my whole vision. The man in front cranked the dial to a bit past the sans serif ‘5’ as the burly officer pierced my hole with the blunt nightstick. I cried out in pain, but as I did so, the officer in front of me reached over and rattled his own stick against the metal bars. My cries faded into the clang and clamor of the penitentiary.”
“From then on out, almost every night, those officers kept showing up at my cell. They’d tell the others they were ‘going nightsticking’. That became the name of our game. They stood, cocks out, side to side. They’d bring the egg timer and a phone to watch muted porn. In the light of the phone, I trained my eyes on their tips. They wouldn’t jerk, just waiting for their fluid to well up. It was pretty easy to catch their drips. I only messed up a few times that first week, and when I did, they’d force me to turn around, thrusting my ass towards the slits in the bars.”
“Whoever I’d missed would pry open my hole with the stick, varying the depth, speed, and frequency. One time he used the whole minute just to piston my anus. Another, he never pulled out throughout the whole minute, only digging deeper in until the horrible timekeeper rotated back to true neural. Every time I’d cry out, and every time they would rattle the bars to obscure their fun. If I ever refused to present my ass, they’d threaten to incur ten times the pain in the morning.”
“After the first week, a third guard showed up. I missed several drips with all three of them. Then, there were more. I quickly improved my speed and vigilance. Regularly, five guards would line up at my cell, looking to ‘go nightsticking’. Once there were eight of them and they had to squeeze close together for all of them to fit. I learned to take the sticks, sometimes two at a time if I missed two guards’ drips back to back. During the day, as I passed to go to meals, I saw guards sniffing the ends of each others’ nightsticks, making faces, looking to me, and snickering. Before long, if guards weren’t at my cell, they at least knew that the action was there.”
“I think a lot of them weren’t even in it for the sexual dynamics. It gets boring in a prison, and games pass the time. Unfortunately, I think I’m a pretty entertaining game.” His voice picked up as he finished his thought, in some self-aware pride.
As Eric finished his story, my cock was absolutely begging for release. I still had basic human empathy though, and resisted touching my cock while he was sharing.
“That’s… crazy. I mean, that’s sexual abuse, it’s…” He cut me off.
“No! I mean, yeah, it is, but… have you ever thought up a batshit crazy fantasy? Like something you never thought you actually wanted for yourself, but something that you find hot just to know it’s happening?”
I thought of my very scenario in a box of gym-guy stink. “Sure, but they’re hurting you.”
“Nothing I can’t handle. And the opportunity to have this, to feel this way… there’s a reason I haven’t reported it. Sure, I wish that I wasn’t forced into it. But also, this is the deal I’m getting… would you judge me for making that choice? For living that absurd fantasy that the universe somehow gave me?”
I thought first that yes, I was going to judge him for that. But then I thought of myself. What am I doing here? Trying to get a job at a pharma corporation? Investigating the bioshowers and the company behind them? Helping cure the world of debilitating disease?
No, at the end of the day, I’m making the same choice as Eric. I’m indulging in the fantasy that fell into my lap, thorns and all. So that begs the question: if someone’s using Eric’s fantasy to exploit him, then who is doing that to me? What is being taken from me that I can’t see?
So, unlike Eric, I couldn’t afford to keep everything quiet in the passive hope that pretending not to see it would keep it going. I needed to investigate, for my own sake. I realized this system was far further reaching than I’d thought. Now that I’d joined, my ignorance was a tool that Vettera could wield over me, and that was something I wanted to get ahead of.
“Your cock…”
I blinked, looked down and saw that a trail of precum had snaked down the bellend of my cock, tickling my shaft as it oozed. A cruel idea crossed my mind and a wicked smile twisted onto my face.
“Wouldn’t wanna let that hit the floor, would you?”
We sat, eyes locked for a moment. I was changing the energy in a palpable way. The only sound was the humdrum of the lockerroom behind us. But even as I watched him consider his options— decide wether or not he wanted to bend over for his coworker like the prison bitch that he is— I could tell that he was on the same ticking clock I was. The precum was trailing down the front of my swollen ballsack, sending warm shivers down my spine.
As the drip coalesced at the bottom of my sack, he dove forward on the padded floor, tongue stuck out wide. He had about half a second to spare as the syrupy fluid oozed down onto his outstretched tongue.
“Nice catch. That was a close one.”
He licked his lips and looked up at me, full of that fear I’d seen in him when he first walked in. I now knew that his was of me recognizing his submission and exploiting it to my pleasure, as so many had before him. And just like all the others, I could see that he had wanted it, that he craves it, that he’d put himself through hell to get it. Though, that doesn’t mean he should have to.
I won’t be hell for him. Well, maybe a nice respite in the corners of it.
Another bead welled up at my tip, but at that very moment we saw the light above us dim again as a man took a heavy seat on the showerchair. Eric flicked his eyes up to me, unsure of how to proceed. I leaned in towards him slowly as to not fling my precum and dropped my voice to a whisper.
“If you can serve that many guards at one time, I’m sure you can manage.” He swallowed deeply, his blown-out eyes eager for use. He shifted over so that he was under the man’s spread ass. The guy was older, pasty white and coated in dark hairs. His ass was huge and definitely held a funky scent. As I scooched myself over in front of the man’s junk, my cock jostled and I felt the precum fall onto my balls. Not in trouble yet.
Eric was digging his tongue into the man’s hole, channeling his horny energy into passionate service. After a few seconds he drew back to eye my dick. The precum was dripping through my ball hairs, and he decided he had a few more seconds until it would fall. He dug his face into the man’s perineum, moving quickly to distribute his saliva across the swaths of the man’s undercarriage.
I examined the man’s cock and balls. Both were stippled with stiff hairs, which itched my face as I moved in. His scent, though, was mild, and his package was only slightly warm and damp from his workout. I licked long stripes up his balls, slicking the stray hairs down. I could hear Eric in front of me getting sloppy with saliva. He really was good. In the nick of time, he dove down to catch my falling juices. I smiled down at him, happy to have found some sexual release at long last.
I looked over my shoulder at the man’s waiting feet, but Eric ushered me up to his pits. I wasn’t complaining. I stood, feeling my rock hard erection spring back and forth. The guy’s pits weren’t very hairy, but I took my time to coat them entirely. I was rewarded with faint hints of stale BO; no deodorant for this guy, I guess. I glanced down at my own erection and saw that another bead was on its way.
I kneeled down, parting my legs so that my erection was on full display. I curled my arms into a macho pose, showing off my slight biceps and triceps. My dark pit hair was slicked down with sweat, and I turned my head to get a big whiff.
That was the sight Eric was treated to when he backed out and turned around, already done bathing the old man’s feet. He sprawled himself out on the ground, his face only a few inches from my swollen cockhead. The man above us got up, and we were once more alone together in the shower.
“You want to drink up all of my precum?” I whispered.
“Fuck yeah…” I saw his cock jump, and I noticed the little trail of his own that stretched down from the tip of his cage to the floor. The strand led back to the lower part of the chamber: proof of his arousal traced through time and space.
“Aww, look at your leaky caged cock. You wanna try some of your own?” I reached forward and hooked the strand of precum, drawing it up to Eric’s mouth before the strand broke, leaving a transparent glob on my thumb. He flicked his tongue out and I rubbed my thumbpad down his wet tongue. He swallowed, all the while not breaking eye contact with my dick. I was getting really turned on, and I wanted something a little more… hands on. The time for fighting fair was over.
The bead had coalesced at my tip, threatening to slide down my rod in the wake of many drips before it. I took my thumb, now coated in Eric’s saliva, and pressed down on my rigid cock such that it was pointed at the ground. I let the realization dawn on him for only half a second before I pulled my thumb away, catapulting my drip through the air.
I had my eyes trained on the droplet in a way Eric was too surprised to have copied. He flung his torso through the air like a blind goalie, but it was no use. The shiny drip had fallen a foot to his left, whereas he dove right. Joy.
“Aww too bad, it looks like you missed that one,” I commented cruelly. He stared back at me with the hint of challenge in his eyes, but he said nothing. This was cheap and we both knew it, but I was going to get what I wanted.
“I don’t happen to have a nightstick laying around… and ideas?” I teased, looking at my rock hard cock.
“Can you fuck me?”
Bingo.
“Hm. I could, but I don’t think my cock is as big around, and its certainly not as long. Don’t you think a minute on the nightstick might be equivalent to longer on my hard dick?”
“How long do you think, sir?” Oh yeah, this was a real good sub.
“How about I use it until it makes me cum. Sound good?”
“The best. But, what if someone comes…”
“I guess we’ll just have to figure out how to service them, huh?”
Eric smiled, before promptly wheeling around, leaning down, and parting his asscheeks for me. I’d yet to see his hole; more brown fur covered his backside, with two long strips of darker hair running along his crack to either side of his opening. The hole itself was cradled in a depression of soft pale skin, giving the appearance that it was permanently fucked open. I understood why he was a hit at prison.
I got on my knees behind Eric and drank in the view that was my horned up cock sitting against his hairy hole. I touched his hip to adjust, then reached down below him to grasp his caged cock and balls with my other. I heard him whimper before a warm slick of precum coated my palm. I rubbed my cock madly, wiping the slime on in a few strokes, before lining myself up again.
As the head slipped in, we both heard the telltale sound of the shower creaking above us. Now connected, we directed our gaze in unison to the scrawny, smooth, tattooed guy who had sat down in the last stall.
I thought for a moment, processing the warmth and pleasure of Eric’s hole, before simply saying: “crawl.”
Eric, still with the head of my cock digging in his ass, started to take long, slow movements towards the waiting man. I gave him a thrust to get him going, which pulled a sharp inhale from him and a gratified exhale from me. Finally, under the man’s ass, Eric pushed his ass down and propped his upper body up: cobra pose. My cock slipped out of his tight sphincter, which wouldn't do. I planked myself up behind him, angled my dick straight down, and let my body weight drive myself into Eric. If his face hadn’t been deep in this young tattooed guy’s butt, he probably would've let a moan break through.
I gave him a few seconds to get used to the length, pressing it from side to side against his hole. All the while, he was arched up, slobbering over the darkened, sweaty patch of skin around the man’s asshole. Eric’s hole was super pliable; I guess a daily nightsticking would do that to a prisoner. I pressed my pelvis firmly against his butt so that his cheeks bulged against my torso. It felt really good to be in someone after huffing gym bros all day. I used all of the tension, all of the sexual foreplay of the day to forcefully rock against Eric, delivering an incessant and precise beating to his poor prostate. It was all Eric could do to force himself deeper into the tattooed jock’s hole in front of him, a hole that relaxed against Eric’s practiced tongue, as he waited for the minutes to go by.
After I’d figured Eric had cleaned the man’s hole enough, I braced my shoulders against the crooks of his legs and pile drove him forward so that his head and upper body were now stuffed in the low-clearance foot service station. His ass, drippy and loose from it’s treatment, was raised up at me. I carefully shifted his hips so that he was pressed against the padded cushion, pancaked on his belly.
“You go ahead and get his toes,” I said, “I’ll get his cock, and keep your punishment going.”
I didn’t have a lot of experience with this position, but this would allow me to service the guy while I was fucking Eric. I faced away from Eric’s upper body, straddling his butt with my cock pointed down against his hole. At this angle, each thrust I made would be impacting directly on his prostate. I hoped this guy was ready to get his shit rocked.
I pushed myself up with my arms so that the man’s cock was in front of my face. Over the course of his rimjob, the guy had gotten halfway hard. His long, weighty dick stood out against his pale skin, with not a pubic hair to speak of. I took the hardness as a sign that this guy might want a blowjob. This was getting kinkier by the minute.
I grasped my cock, guiding it in as I slid down the man’s shift. The effect in Eric was immediate, as he tried to get up and was greeted with another solid thrust to keep him down. I hoped that he would be able to service the gentleman’s feet even while he was being sent to the stratosphere. I went all the way to the base of the guy’s dick before coming back up and doing it again. I paused to lick all over his balls, which were silky smooth. I almost felt upset moving back up to his shaft. Almost.
The guy was fully hard now and was thrusting into my mouth, which I’m sure looked like an innocent rock back and forth from the lockerroom above us. I kept slamming Eric’s prostate like it was part of my job.
The guy’s dick spasmed, indicating the oncoming load. At that, I sucked him balls deep, pulled out of Eric with an obscene pop, and thrust Eric’s hips forward so that he was pulled out from the smaller foot chamber. I rolled him over before pulling off the man’s cock, just as his orgasm overtook him. Eric’s surprised face was blasted with ropes of the man’s thick cum. He shot seven, maybe eight times, before the rest of his load dribbled out down onto Eric’s hair.
I was so turned on I was sure I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Come on, up. Bend over.”
I stood to service the tattooed man’s pits and held Eric’s hips in front of me. As is, his head was stuck back in the man’s ass. Hopefully he’d missed a spot or two and would experience the joy of being fucked into a musky ass. As I reinserted my cock into Eric’s hole, I knew it was only a matter of a few thrusts before my orgasm would overtake me. I shoved my face into the man’s left pit. It seemed like his armpits were the only part of him that he didn’t shave smooth. I luxuriated in the musky, sweaty aroma of a man’s post-workout pits as Eric bounced against my erect cock. I switched to the other, burying my face in and breathing in the masculine distillation. Just like that, I was done for.
My orgasm started as a shaking. Luckily I’d just finished the second pit, so I was free to enjoy as supreme ecstasy coursed through my body, tightening my pelvis, then releasing it in long, draining bursts. My cock shot glob after glob of cum into Eric’s waiting hole, coating his insides in my milk. I let my cock grow soft inside of Eric, only passively noticing the tattooed man’s absence after a couple minutes.
“You ok?” Eric asked huskily.
“Yeah… sorry… just, wow… I needed that.”
Eric chuckled softly and looked down at his cage. “I did too.” The bars were coated in white milky cum, forced out of him at some point during our fucking. I tried to come up with something to say, but all I could do was smile. Even as my soft cock slipped out of his chute, I wondered when Eric and I would be scheduled together again. I could get used to these workplace benefits.
