The Brick: Chapter 10

Disclaimer: This is complete fiction. Any resemblance to other works, or real people is purely coincidental.

Please note, the characters in my stories never wear condoms. This is because the sudden urge to play it safe doesn’t really fit in with the mood I’m trying to create. Do not take this as an endorsement for unprotected sex; please do not bareback without first making yourself aware of all the potential risks that are involved. My characters can’t get STI’s ‘cause I don’t want them too, but the real world doesn’t work that way. ~~~

After seeking The Wardens permission, Choke stayed in our cell that night, helping me get more and more familiar with breath control. Sleeping was awkward with three in a bed that was barely big enough for two, but with me in the middle and Choke and Smirk curling up on either side of me, it felt very comfortable and warm. In the morning, we were woken by the sound of the Warden yelling as he walked up and down the corridor outside the cells. Reading off a list of which prisoners had clients today. I heard my own name, along with Choke’s but not Smirk, who smirked as we quickly jumped out of bed. Choke kissed me on the forehead before rushing out of the cell back to his own.

I went to put my protective gloves and kneepads on when the Warden walked up outside our cell. “No need for those t’day, Yelp.” He spoke normally, though still with a loudness in his voice. “You can go about normally, but-“ He pointed at me, waggling his finger. “Still no talking unless your client asks you something. Now c’mere.” I walked up to the cell bars and, when he spun his finger around, I turned so that my back was facing him. His arms came through the bars, holding my hips as his thumbs ran over the skin of my ass. “Mmm… Yeah, I’d say that’s healed up nicely enough. Not that it’ll be that visible today, anyway…” He said, letting me go with a quick pat on the cheeks. He started heading back up the cells, giving me one final instruction as he went. “Standard cell. Item 16.”

‘Item 16’ meant I wasn’t wearing the normal uniform jock. Smirk got out of bed once he heard it, walking over to the wardrobe to find item 16 for me while I went into the bathroom to wash. When I came out, Smirk had laid the clothing on the bed for me; a rubber surfsuit, just like the one Smirk had worn on my first night here, fully covering my body with short arms and legs like shorts and a t-shirt. Smirk was waiting next to it, clearly happy about the choice – he’d told me how much he enjoyed seeing me in rubber several times over the past few days. He picked it up and unzipped it. I was getting dressed straight away, it would seem.

As Smirk helped me get into it, I thought about how odd it was to do first thing in the morning, and why a client would want to have a session so early. Then it occurred to me that I really had no idea what the time was – I hadn’t been outside since my arrival, and we generally just slept when we were tired. It could have been sunrise or late afternoon or midnight for all I could tell in here. The thought occupied my head for a minute, before I noticed I was fully dressed and being groped aggressively by a highly aroused Smirk, who was kissing down my neck as his hands explored the rubber. The thoughts of passing time were quickly pushed from my head.

“Oi!” We turned to see the Warden back at the cells, trying to look stern though obviously supressing his amusement. “None o’ that, or I’ll have both your bare asses bleeding by the time I’m done with you.” We stepped away from each other and Smirk gave his apologies, only half meaning it. “Alright then… Your client won’t be here for a while, but he wants you wearing that till he gets here, right?” I nodded at the instructions, and he disappeared up towards the office once more. With time to kill, I turned my attention to the wardrobe.

I’d never really paid it much attention since I was given the explanation of the item system by Smirk, but now that I looked through it, I saw just how much was in it. It was divided into two halves, mine and his. Most of the stuff matched, though there were some things unique to either side – Smirk had significantly more rubber than I did, for one thing. He walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest and began to speak. “Different costumes for different fetishes…” He mused, dully. I pulled a heavy leather… bag, it looked like, from Smirks side of the wardrobe. It weighed enough that it was hard to hold up. “A sleep sack.” He explained. “One of my first sessions, the Warden took me to the standard cells and left me in it, hanging from the ceiling for ages till the client arrived. I’m not sure if I was supposed to find it fun or something, but it was just boring. Boring and hot…”

I put the sack back in, and turned my attention to my side of the wardrobe. At the bottom, there were several boxes of things that were too small to be hung up. I grabbed one of them and my eyes widened in surprise as I looked inside; it contained frilly pink lingerie. I slammed the lid shut again as Smirk began laughing, telling me how cute I’d look in it, saying he hoped he’d get to see it if I ever had to wear it. I continued looking through a bit longer, finding stuff made of leather, rubber, latex, lycra and even something that looked like the material surfsuits were made of. Smirk told me it was Neoprene. There were some standard, normal clothes as well, though very little in comparison to the gear.

Sometime later, the Warden finally returned for me. He led me from my cell and up into the office then around into the standard cells. Several were in use, and I briefly saw someone who I think was Choke, wearing a gasmask while chained to the ceiling by his arms. The client had his hand over what I assumed was the only air access of the mask. I didn’t have time to watch the scene though, as the Warden pushed me onwards to my own cell. Once he led me in, he returned to his standard habit of patrolling up and down the cells, keeping an eye on everything.

My client was there already, waiting for me. I couldn’t tell anything about him, except for his average build, as he wore a full body rubber suit which covered his head down to his ankles, with only eye and air holes in the hood. Without introduction, he walked up and seized me by the arm, pulling me over to one of the pieces of furniture in the room. A long, sturdy looking wooden table, designed for a person to be able to lay on, which I did. At the head and feet of the table, there were metal bars with cuffs on them, to which the client began attaching me. The bars had a chain in the middle that went down underneath the table, and to the side of the table there was a metal winch. Once I was fully secure, the rubber client went to this winch and took hold of it, beginning to twist it and filling the air with the sound of rattling chains.

The bars that I was cuffed to began to move, pulling me as they drew apart. I gasped as they started to pull against me, forcing my arms and legs to stretch and my body to tighten. He kept twisting the winch till I was as tight as I could go, to the point where it hurt slightly, before he finally stopped, clicking the lock into place so it wouldn’t loosen. Walking up to the table again, he placed his hands on me, rubbing one down my side while the other took hold of the bulge in my rubber, squeezing it gently. I bit my lip and whimpered as he teased me, feeling myself grow inside the hot casing. He kept doing it till I was fully hard while his other hand stroked up and down my body. Finally he stopped, and pushed himself up onto the table, straddling me by the hips with his cock directly above mine; I could feel his hardness through both layers of rubber.

He stroked his hands up and down me once more, then I suddenly felt myself flinch as his fingers wiggled against my sides. He did it again, making me flinch once more, with a yelp. He grinned evilly, clearly amused by how ticklish I was, before he started a full on assault. I squirmed uncontrollably underneath him, making my chains rattle once more as I bucked my hips, unintentionally grinding against him. I couldn’t help but cry out with laughter, trying my hardest not to say any actual words. The client didn’t let up and I could feel my breathing get heavier as my body heated up and began to ache. It felt like it went on for ages as he continued, making my stomach and lungs hurt with the pressure of it. I felt like I needed to piss and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my body to stop wildly twisting and squirming underneath him.

Tears were streaming down the sides of my eyes and my body was burning from the pain when the client finally brought it to an end. I panted heavily, already feeling exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, but the client clearly wasn’t done yet. He leaned down till we were face to face, just watching me breathe heavily for a moment. His body against mine kept me feeling hot, and I could tell that I was beginning to sweat. I’d lost my hard on during the tickling, but the pressure and heat of the clients body against me was beginning to make me hard again. Finally, he moved again, and I gasped and squirmed uselessly as I felt the moistness of his tongue suddenly licking up the side of my face, coating me in his spit.

He moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down it towards my collar bone and the start of my rubber suit. He shifted slowly down my body as he kissed and licked at the rubber. His hands moved over my body, exploring every inch. His mouth moved to my left, getting closer and closer to my arms, and finally I felt the moistness back on my skin as his tongue licked up my smooth armpit, covering it in more spit. Instantly, he moved to the other arm and did the same, before returning to the rubber of my torso. He worked his way down onto my stomach, kissing my bellybutton through the rubber before his hands slid down onto my hips and his head approached my cock.

Holding me steady, he began to lick his tongue over my rubber bulge, kissing and sucking on it and making me fully hard once more. His hands slipped down my thighs and then up between my legs to my ass where they fondled my cheeks as he continued to tease my cock. I bit my lip as he kept it up, giving my balls special attention with his tongue, no doubt coating the rubber in spit. I could feel the sweat building and desperately wanted him to open the zip, which was only inches away from his fingers, but he continued torturing me through the rubber. I whimpered profusely as his tongue worked up my cock, to the tip where it teased the most sensitive point right at the bottom of my head, managing to strike it with pinpoint precision, even through the rubber.

Too distracted by his teasing, I didn’t notice him taking hold of the zip, suddenly tearing it down and around, letting the air of the room suddenly swim into the suit around my sweat-covered cock and ass. He quickly began assaulting my cock again, mixing spit with sweat as his tongue coated my balls, then worked up my shaft and began to tease that same sensitive spot. As he did, his hands got to work, one taking hold of my balls and the other slipping down between my checks, finding my hole with ease. His hand clamped tight, squeezing my balls and pulling them downwards away from my body. It caused my cock to lift, which he used to take it between his lips, sucking on the tip. His finger worked at loosening my ass, slipping in and out, probing me.

A howling moan filled the air the first time he slammed his mouth down, taking the entirety of my cock in his mouth and down his throat. I quietened the noise, but couldn’t stop completely as he continued to work on me. My cock desperately wanted release and my balls ached from how hard he was pulling and squeezing, while I desperately wished he’d use more fingers or something bigger in his teasing of my ass. Unfortunately, he instead choose to leave my ass altogether, and pulled his mouth of my cock as he brought his hand up, taking hold of the shaft and pumping it. He kept his grip on my balls, squeezing and twisting as he pumped me as hard as I could. I whimpered and bucked my hips as I felt my orgasm approaching. With one last moan, I felt myself release, shooting cum up myself, covering my stomach and chest with stringy shots of it while he continued to pump me.

He kept it up till every last shot was done, and even afterwards, till I was wincing and my cock started to ache. He finally let go of me, though not before clearing my head of left over cum with his tongue. He began to move upwards again, once more licking up my rubber. I looked down to see him gathering up every drop of my seed with a smile on his face. I could tell he wasn’t swallowing it and by the time he reached my lips, he had a mouthful of it, which he instantly pressed against me, letting me take my cum into my mouth as our tongues danced in it. He forced almost all of it into me, making me swallow it all down, before finally breaking the kiss. He grinned and licked up the side of my face opposite to the side he’d licked earlier, making me gasp again, before he began to shift once more.

Moving so that he was straddling my chest, he took hold of the sides of my head, holding it up so he could thrust his rubberbound groin into my face. I licked and kissed at the bulge, covering it in my spit and no doubt some of my cum as he gently grinded against me. One hand left my head to unzip him, letting the musk of his sweaty cock fill the air, making me gasp and lick my lips. I’d hoped he’d fuck my mouth, but he only held the tip to my lips, letting me suck on it and lick around the head and slit as he took himself in hand, beating aggressively, clearly wanting to cum quickly. A bit of me was disappointed that he didn’t want to make it last longer, but that was quickly drowned out as I heard him moan and my mouth was filled with his seed. Sticky shots fired into me and over my face as he shot an impressively large load. I didn’t swallow it down, but let it build up in my mouth.

When his orgasm came to an end, he did as I expected, lowering himself down and taking me in another cum-sharing kiss, this time letting me fill his mouth with his cum. He ran his tongue over my face, collecting more of his cum and bringing it back to me in a second kiss, before finally breaking off for good, climbing off me and down off the table. Knowing that the Warden would come release me, he gave me one last smile and patted me on the stomach before putting himself back inside his rubber suit and leaving the cell.

The Warden did come, though not for a few minutes. I heard him laugh first, then turned to see him walking towards me. He had a wet cloth in his hand, which he brought to my face as he reached me, wiping off the remaining spit and cum that the client had left. “That guy makes me laugh.” He spoke quietly as he cleaned me. “Every time he comes, he talks about how he’s going to spend ages torturing some poor prisoner for hours on end and every time, he gets them into one position and blows his load like he were in a race.” He dropped the cloth down beside my head once my face was clean, and started undoing my shackles. “Throwing his damn money away, but I’m not about to complain. I’ve tried telling him before but it’s like booting a puppy.” He suddenly looked me in the eye. “Not that I’d ever boot you, of course!... Well, not in a way you wouldn’t like anyway.” He grinned.

He helped me to my feet and propped me up while I waited for my limbs to start feeling normal again, shaking them out and trying to make them stop aching as I rezipped up my suit. He walked with me till we were at the gate leading to the office and, sure that I wasn’t about to fall over, he gave me instructions to leave my rubber suit in there before returning to my cell. He gave me a quick spank on the ass before turning back to patrolling the corridor.