The Brick: Chapter 12

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.

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I had succumbed to my boredom, and found myself reading the book on monarchy that the Warden had suggested I read a few days ago. I was hoping there might be some secret to it, some hint of something that the Warden was trying to give me, but no, it really was just an immensely dull book about how monarchies came to be formed, maintained themselves and eventually died. The routine of The Brick was growing common to me now; since Stud had fucked me, I’d seen four clients, bringing me up to seven. One had me dress in a fullbody lycra suit and spent hours tying me up and abusing me, while another showed me a wide range of different ways to beat my ass till it was bruised. The third had graciously helped me improve my oral skills by repeatedly throat fucking me, and the last wasn’t very inventive at all; just a vanilla fuck. I wondered if I’d ever lose track of the clients. I couldn’t imagine not knowing how many people I’d let abuse me but Smirk told me he’d already lost track of his number.

Today was another day off, and I’d been alone since Smirk left me this morning. Stud and Choke were nowhere to be found as well, and I found myself too nervous to introduce myself to the only other prisoner who wasn’t with a client today. For the first few hours, it didn’t bother me much, but eventually I began to wonder when someone would be coming back. It was hard to gauge time in The Brick, but I was fairly sure most of my sessions with clients had ended by now. However, no one showed up for hours more. Finally, I heard someone coming down from the office; the heavy booted footsteps told me it was the Warden, since prisoners rarely wore shoes and clients weren’t allowed in the personal cells corridor. He appeared outside of my cell, wearing black leather jeans and a white vest top, which made him look about as normal as any of us here ever did.

He opened up the gate to my cell and pointed to the ground in front of him. “Here.” He said firmly, but with a smile on his face. I instantly hopped off the bed onto my hands and knees, crawling over to him. He and Smirk had done a few more pup play sessions with me in the private cells – though none of them ending quite as… agreeably as the first one. I fetched balls and other toys as eagerly as any real dog, and had grown very fond of the Warden stroking my back, chest and stomach. After my anal play session with Stud, they began to insert a buttplug in my ass that had a puppy tail end on it whenever we played. They even had me responding to commands like ‘Sit’ and ‘rollover’ and ‘play dead’. I scampered to the Wardens feet and rested on my knuckles with my ass pointed outwards, the way I’d been taught to stay when waiting for a command.

He had something in one hand, but held it behind his back so I couldn’t see. Crouching down, he started stroking the back of my head with his other hand as he kissed my forehead and let me lean in and nuzzle against his neck. “Good little puppy…” He mused. Just this was enough to get me aroused. The Warden hadn’t properly used me, or even let me see his massive size since the first pup play session when he threatened to steal my virginity, but that didn’t stop him from teasing me, as he did how. His hand went down from my hair to my neck, stroking underneath the rim of my black leather collar, round to the front then down my chest, over my stomach and onto the bulge of my jock. I gasped when I felt it rest there, squeezing gently at the bulge, and took a pinch of the Wardens neck skin between my teeth, gently nipping him in my pleasure.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Yelp.” He told me, and his hand left my jock, travelling back up to my neck. I leaned back to look at him once more as his hand reached round to the clip of my collar. He undid it in one swift motion, pulling it off me and dropping it to the floor. I whimpered at it – my collar was something I’d not removed since he put it on me the morning he’d named me ‘Yelp’. But he placed his fingers against my lips and shh’ed me. “You’ve seen more than five clients now, Yelp. Know what that means?” I shook my head at the question. “It means there’s a full place for you at The Brick. A lot of prisoners don’t last this long. Those who do get a proper place. And with a proper place, comes…” He pulled his other hand from behind his back, holding the object out. “A proper gift.”

In his hand, there was a strip of leather; a new collar. It looked softer than any leather I’d seen so far, and it was a shade of orange that matched my jock perfectly. On the front, there was a loop from which hung a metal circle, a tag which read ‘Yelp’ and underneath, ‘The Brick’. Instead of the standard metal belt-like clip as a way to fasten it, there was a small metal bar sticking straight up with a hole in the top, that would go through a hole in the leather on the other end. There was also a small padlock in the Wardens hand, and I worked out quickly enough that the collar locked on, and couldn’t stay on without a lock. My mouth hung open as I looked at it, and I barely even moved while the Warden took it and wrapped it around my neck, tag hanging underneath my chin, locking it into place at the back.

Once it was secure, the Warden moved backwards, shifting from his crouching position to sit down properly, leaning against the bars of the cell. I finally reacted, brimming with joy of my new collar. He let me move between his legs as he wrapped his arms around me, I drove my face into his neck, nuzzling and nipping and kissing as he stroked the back of my head and down my back, laughing. When I finally pulled away again, it was to buck my hips forwards, pressing the bulge of my jock against the Wardens stomach, wanting attention. “God, Yelp!” He sounded half surprised, but smiled. “You are one ridiculously horny puppy.” Instead of giving me the attention I wanted, he took hold of my hips and pushed me down to sit on my heels, then brought a hand up to my face, stroking it.

“Don’t my clients ware you out at all?” He asked, and I shook my head with a grin on my face, hoping it might get me what I wanted. It was half a lie; most of the seven clients I’d seen had left me exhausted, but not so much that I wouldn’t happily beg the Warden for a session with him right now. Instead, he just laughed again. “Well… I’ll just have to find some better ones, won’t I?” He gently patted my cheek then placed his hand on my shoulder. “I think you’ll find the people you’ll meet tomorrow more to your liking…” I raised my eyebrow at the mysterious comment. “Some old friends back in town. They’re looking forwards to meeting you.” He started getting to his feet after that, and I had to back away to give him room. “That is, if you manage to survive tonight, o’ course.” He grinned, suddenly having a very evil look in his eyes. “Get some rest, Yelp. You’re going to need it.” That was the last thing he said before leaving my cell and heading back up towards the office.

Sentences that could make me feel a perfect balance of excitement and fear were odd and rare, but that was definitely one of them. Half distracted by my need for attention, I crawled back to the bed, hopping up onto it and laying on my back. I rubbed my hands against my neck, feeling the collar. It fit perfectly, tight enough to be felt without hurting at all. It was soft to the touch and didn’t rub the wrong way anywhere, unlike my old collar, now discarded on the floor, which could irritate the sides of my neck underneath my ears. I dropped my arms to the pillow either side of my head and closed my eyes. Though I didn’t think it would happen, I felt myself drift off fairly quickly.

I was startled awake sometime later by the feeling of the bed moving. I opened my eyes to find Smirk above me, climbing ontop of me and straddling my stomach. He held my arms against the pillow and bent down, saying ‘Hey’ softly before taking me in a deep kiss. He bit softly on my lip and pulled it outwards as he broke the kiss, not letting go till it wouldn’t stretch further without hurting. He lent down to my neck and kissed across the strap of the collar. “So, you’re official now.” He said with a grin as he lifted his head up again to look at me. I grinned and nodded as he sat up properly, stroking my neck with a lazy finger, trailing down the rim of the leather. “Every Prisoner gets something to do with his role.” He explained.

“I got that rubber surfsuit when I hit five – it’s made specifically for my body shape. I think Stud said he got that ladder going down his dick, which I’m told you’re familiar with?” He grinned and I nodded sheepishly. “Choke said something about some special gasmask that he only ever uses with the best clients, if I remember right. The others, I don’t know.” He leaned down and kissed me again. “I’m sure they’ll tell you if you ask them though… But anyway, the gift is only half the fun of reaching five.” He leaned back again and turned his head, with his smirk on his lips. I followed his sight to the metal door on the outside of our cells, the one I wasn’t allowed to go through, that was always closed, except now it was open.

He shifted off me as I tried to move, standing and pulling me to my feet. “Wanna see what’s in there?” I nodded excitedly. The first few days, the door had bothered me, and I’d been wanting to know what was on the other side for a while, but eventually it slipped from my mind as I was distracted by other things. Now though, it became the most fascinating thing in the world. I knew that it was where Prisoners went when they weren’t with clients or in their cells, and Smirk went in there whenever he wanted to get us something to eat, but beyond that, I had no idea. We slowly approached it, and it made me feel nervous. Eventually, when we reached the door, Smirk sighed and pushed me through.

The room wasn’t what I was expecting; unlike the rest of The Brick, which was lit by standard electric lights, this room was lit by much softer lights that made the room feel warm. Where the rest of The Brick had hard floors, a soft carpet was now underneath my feet. In the room, there were eight people, including me and Smirk, all prisoners as shown by their uniforms. A few, including Choke, sat at the far end of the room on a couple of soft-looking brown leather sofas, watching a TV that was turned down quiet enough so that it couldn’t be heard from the personal cells corridor. Beneath the TV, which was mounted onto the wall, there was a cabinet containing consoles and DVD’s and the like. Near that lounge area, there was a kitchen area with a table.

There were some more bookcases around the room, and some chests of drawers. Closest to me, there was a pool table that was in use by Stud and another guy who I recognised as Stud’s cellmate – Lash, as in whiplash. He had a taste for hardcore corporal punishment and was almost always covered in injuries, which he was always very happy about. We’d spoken a few times and I’d helped him check his damage after the last intense session he’d had. Their game was apparently over when they saw me though, as Stud put his cue down on the table and immediately walked towards us. Without a word, he forced his pierced lips against mine, with his studded tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands took my hips and pushed me backwards into Smirk, who’s jock bulge pressed into my ass.

“Now that you’re a full prisoner…” Smirk said once Stud had finished assaulting my mouth. They began walking me over to the sofa area, where the TV had been switched off and the other four prisoners were clearly waiting for us. “… We thought you’d might like to be better acquainted with your fellow inmates.” He guided me to the middle of the biggest sofa and got me to kneel on it, before moving in front of me and sitting on the back, pulling my head down to the bulge of his cock. It was all happening so suddenly that I didn’t even have time to react, so I simply began nuzzling into his bulge, kissing and sucking on it. Around me, I could hear the others moving. Out the corners of my eyes I could see them surrounding us and amusing themselves, rubbing their jocks, or each other’s and kissing as they watched us.

I felt something soft probe against my ass and turned to see Choke bent down, slipping his tongue into my ass, though Smirk quickly grabbed my head and pulled it back. He’d got his cock out now and I quickly took it in my mouth, slamming down onto it and feeling it go into my throat. A hand that I knew wasn’t Smirks went to the back of my head, holding me down onto the cock and letting me gag and choke as further hands took hold of my hips, pulling my ass out so that Choke could get his tongue in deeper. Fingers ran over my chest and pinched at my nipples while I was finally let up for air, before being slammed back down again.

Choke’s tongue slipped from my ass and I felt him rearranging below me, then felt his mouth up against the bulge of my jock, sucking and kissing it as he’d moved to be under me. He pulled me out of my underwear and teased the head of my cock with his tongue. I felt something much harder than a tongue at my ass, pressing into me without waiting for permission to enter. I could tell it was Stud easily from the bump of his P.A., then the bumps of his ladder as he slid into me. I moaned around Smirks cock as he penetrated me. I felt the sofa move and looked to my side, seeing a prisoner I didn’t know next to me, pumping his cock. His skin was a vibrant shade of brown and his hair was long, black and curly. I instantly shifted my weight onto one arm so I could use the other to take hold of his cock and pump it.

Every one of Stud’s thrusts into my ass forced me to thrust into Chokes mouth, which he clearly didn’t mind as he started deepthroating me, sending shivers through me. Smirk pulled me off his cock and shifted slightly, letting the dark skinned boy sit next to him, throwing his arm over the newcomers shoulder and kissing him deeply as he pushed my head down to the new cock, which I took into my mouth as eagerly as I had Smirks, letting it slide down into my throat once more. The five of us remained like that for a while, the other three keeping themselves more than entertained; out the corner of my eye, I could see Lash on his knees in front of the two whose names I didn’t know.

Finally, Stud pulled out of my ass, giving me a slap on the cheek as we started to move. Choke moved out from under me and I leaned back as the nameless guy slid down onto the sofa in front of me, taking me by the hips and getting me to straddle his lap, lining his cock up against my hole, easily pressing it into me. He pulled me down into a kiss for a moment before releasing Smirk return my mouth to his cock. To my side, I saw Stud making use of Chokes now free mouth while they waited. The guy fucking me apparently wasn’t one to take his time, and started slamming up into me, hard and fast, moaning loudly. Within minutes, he let out his loudest as I felt him release, filling my ass with his load. He kept fucking even as he came, not stopping till every shot had fired.

When he finished, he shifted out from under me, kissing me on the neck before he went, and I immediately felt someone else behind me, pressing himself into my hole. Since Choke, Smirk and Stud were all still within my view, I assumed it was one of the prisoners I didn’t know who was making use of Lash’s mouth earlier. This one liked deep, hard slams and did them with such force that half the time I couldn’t focus on Smirks cock for the power of them. Fortunately, Smirk pulled me off it and took it into his own hand, pumping it hard as I licked at the tip. After beating it for a minute or two, he grunted and bit his lip as shots of his cum hit my lips and went over my cheeks and down my chin. I took what I could into my mouth and swallowed it down.

Shortly after, I felt the guy in my ass getting close. He pulled out of me and pumped himself to his end, firing his load over my back and my ass. When he moved away, the other unknown prisoner took me by the shoulder and turned me back enough so that I was facing him on the sofa. Clearly having been brought near to the edge by Lash’s mouth, he pumped himself over in front of me, cumming and shooting his stringy shots with enough strength to send them crashing onto my chest and stomach. I assumed Lash and Choke were as submissive as I was, at least when it came to actual sex, which meant only Stud remained unspent.

Sure enough, I looked to him and he was clearly ready. We moved so that he was laying on the sofa and I was straddling him. I lowered myself onto his studded cock, feeling each bump slide into my ass, and began to ride him as he held onto my hips. I bucked upwards and pushed back downwards as I worked to finish him. It didn’t take long, and holding me by the hips, he began thrusting up into me as I felt him hit his orgasm, cumming and filling me with it. He stayed inside me, even after he finished, as we both breathed heavily. My body felt exhausted, to the point where I wasn’t even interested in my own end anymore.

Eventually, I moved off him and he got out from under me, but I remained kneeling on the sofa. I felt something on my face, and opened my eyes to find Smirk dabbing a wet cloth against it, cleaning up the mess he’d left. I finally looked around again and saw that the three whose names I didn’t know had already left. Choke and Lash were on a nearby seat, kissing each other deeply, clearly happy to be teasing each other without much thought for their lack of dominance. Stud was walking towards the kitchen area, and when he reached there, I saw him flick a kettle on. I took the cloth from Smirk and began wiping myself off as I smiled weakly at him, suddenly feeling somewhat self-conscious about what had just happened. Smirk ruffled my hair and sat down next to me, letting me lean against his shoulder once I’d finished reaching what I could with the cloth. I was glad we hadn’t had our evening showers yet.

“No.” He said simply, as if I’d know what he was saying no to. I didn’t, so gave him a confused look. He turned to me and smirked. “No, that doesn’t happen very often.” The question hadn’t occurred to me, but being given the answer made sense. “At least, not involving that many of us…” I nuzzled into his neck, and sat there for a while, till Stud returned and sat down on my other side, carrying a tray of hot drinks. The sudden normality in the room made me laugh, and Smirk turned the TV back on as they began to explain. This room was just called ‘the Back Room’, though it was actually at the front of The Brick. There was a door to the side of the wall the TV was on, which was where clients entered the building. While clients were here, we had to stay in our cells but after that, we could come in here and use it for whatever we pleased. The metal door outside the personal cells would be open whenever we were allowed to enter.

I kept slapping Smirks hands away from my neck where he kept trying to fiddle with my collar, and we stayed there for a while. For the first time since arriving at The Brick, I had a normal conversation with the other four – once Choke and Lash had finally separated long enough to talk. Another of the prisoners, one who hadn’t been involved earlier, came in after a while, introducing himself as Peg. I learned the names of all the prisoners that night; Yelp, Smirk, Stud, Choke, Lash, Buck, Peg, Tick, Boot and Lamp. Buck was the other prisoner that wasn’t involved, and Peg was the one who had first reached his climax. Which was Boot and which was Lamp, I didn’t know though.

A while later, the Warden came in, telling us it was time for our showers. Showering had always felt a bit awkward, being surrounded by so many people I didn’t know, even after I’d become friends with Stud and Choke, but now it felt much more comfortable. We joked and mocked each other, and Peg offered to ‘help me clean’, by which he meant liberally grope at me while Smirk laughed at us. Even the Warden would talk with us as he stood outside the showers, though mostly just to tell us to hurry up. I crashed down onto our bed when me and Smirk arrived back in our cell, and he cuddled up behind me, pressing our bodies together as he had the first night. I felt oddly relaxed there and fell asleep within minutes.