The Brick: Chapter 2

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 imagined myself standing there, completely blind in the stripped down toilet of an abandoned building, sweating in a full body rubber suit with a raging hard on and my arms handcuffed behind my back. How bizarre my situation was suddenly hit me, and I could tell my cheeks were growing red inside the hood. I let out a whimper; though I was certain I was alone, I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me. I suddenly wondered if this was all some trick of Sam’s. I wondered if he was suddenly going to come back into the room followed by a line of my friends and even my family. After a while, my nerves got the better of me, and I called out his name as I tried uselessly to get out of the handcuffs.

I heard the door that Sam went out open then close once more, and asked again if it was Sam, but no one answered. I knew there was someone in the room now, I could hear him breathing and moving towards me, but he didn’t speak. After a long silence, I instead asked if it was the Warden. A deep voice responded “That’s right. I’m the Warden.” Just his voice was enough to startle me, as I realised he was standing right in front of me. I tried to step back but he grabbed me by the shoulders. “And what’s your name?” The deep voice asked. I simply stuttered at him, suddenly terrified of this stranger. He laughed at it, and told me to calm down. “It’s alright,” he said as he let go and took a step back. “Got no use for your real name, anyway. Whenever we get a newbie here, we call them ‘Gimp’ till I can think of a better name. So, what’s your name?”

I managed to stutter out the word ‘Gimp’, which made him laugh again. “Good boy. Now, turn for me, Gimp. Let me get a look at you.” Unable to see my feet, I awkwardly turned on the spot as this Warden ‘inspected’ me. I could feel his eyes on me, and there was something exciting about it. I couldn’t tell when I was facing him again so I had no choice but to keep turning till he told me to stop. “Good boy.” He said again. “Very good… Now…” I felt his hand suddenly grab my cock through the rubber, rubbing hard against it. After the teasing Sam had done earlier, it didn’t take long for me to get hard again, even with a stranger that I couldn’t see. His hand was massive, and I could feel the muscles in his arm as it pressed against my torso. I grinded my crotch into his hand as I whimpered and rested my head on his shoulders.

“You like that, li’l Gimp?” He asked. I let out a moan as I nodded, but suddenly his hand pulled away, then slapped against my balls, not that hard but more than enough to take me by surprise and make me jump back. I nearly tripped, but his spare hand took me by the arm and held me steady. He started rubbing my cock again, as my heart pounded in my chest, suddenly scared of what this man might do. “I didn’t hear you right. Do you like that, Gimp?” This time, I managed to force out a yes, but it wasn’t the right answer either. A second slap to my balls was given, this one slightly harder and making me grunt. Before he could even start to ask the question a third time, I blurted out a ‘Yes Warden.’ “Heh, good boy.” He said as he started rubbing my cock again. “Took your friend Smirk a good five or six hits to work it out.” I could only assume ‘Smirk’ was the name this Warden had given Sam – it certainly fit. “You always address me by ‘Warden’, understand?” I said the line again. “And anyone else, expect for Smirk and the other people he, you call ‘Sir’, understand?” I said it a third time, though I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘the other people here’. Were there other people in the room? I only heard one person… But the thought of it got me a little excited.

“Good li’l Gimp learns fast. Smirk was right about you.” It probably shouldn’t have taken me by surprise to learn that Sam told this man about me, but something about it caught me off guard. I asked if I could see Sam, being sure to refer to him as ‘Smirk’. The Warden just laughed and mockingly said “You can’t see anything at the minute. But don’t worry, Smirk isn’t far away.” It was actually reassuring, in a strange way. I ‘Yes Warden’ed again, and stayed quiet as I continued gently grinding against his hand. After a minute, he spoke into my ear. “On your knees, li’l Gimp.” He stepped back to give me room.

I didn’t react, so the Warden put his hands on my shoulders and suddenly I found myself being shoved to my knees – with my hands trapped, his hands were the only thing that kept me from falling over entirely. “There we go. Now, you don’t get back on your feet unless I tell you too, understand?” I confirmed, and his hands left my shoulders. I thought he was going to shove ‘something’ in my mouth, and a strange little voice in my head told me to open my mouth for it. I heard him walking around me in a full circle, before stopping in front of me again. I opened my mouth there, though probably not wide enough to use if that’s what he was planning. He wasn’t, and instead went behind me once more, this time heading over to the bag where the surf suit and cuffs once were. I heard him getting something out of the bag and return to stand in front of me. Something wrapped around my neck and pulled tight, making me panic for a second, thinking he was trying to choke me. It loosened quickly enough though, and I heard the clinking of something metal by one of my ears. “A beginner’s collar for a beginner gimp.” The Warden told me. “You’ll get a better one if you stick around. Is it too tight?”

It was quite tight, but I could breathe normally, and the little voice told me that it wasn’t supposed to be comfortable, so I said ‘No Warden’ to which he laughed another ‘Good li’l Gimp.’ Suddenly, I found myself blinded by light after spending so long in the dark, as the Warden whipped of the blindfold of the hood. I gasped, and stared at the floor as I waited for my eyes to focus, hearing the Warden laugh at me as I repeatedly blinked to help my stinging eyes. Eventually, I managed to look up and take the full view of the Warden in. He was a massive man, in more ways than one. He was towering over me at at least 6’4”, with dark brown skin and bulking with muscle. His head was shaved, expect for a goatee, and he had an evil grin as he stared down at me.

Everything he wore was made of black leather; leather chaps on his legs, and a leather waist coat, under which there was a leather full body harness, wrapping around his chest and stomach which were covered in curly black hair, straps went over his shoulders and around his back, with one strip going down his stomach to his cock, connected to a thick metal cockring around the base of it. His cock was something to behold all by itself; as huge and thick as the rest of him, at least 10 inches long and huge, fat balls hanging underneath. It made my mouth water just to look at, and I only managed to pull my eyes away from it once his hand came under my chin and tilted my head up. I couldn’t help but stutter out a ‘Warden’, as if to confirm that it was still him, which made him smile and respond with “Li’l Gimp.” He let go of my chin and walked behind me; with a jingle, I heard him undo my hand cuffs, and I was free once more. I rubbed my wrists as he returned to my front, holding the cuffs in one hand.

In his other hand, I saw a thin strip of leather with a loop at one end and a clip at the other; a lead for the collar. He attached the clip to a ring on my collar, and held the loop. “Let’s see how good you are then, Gimp.” He turned and walked towards the door that Sam had gone through, and I very nearly stood up to follow, but he turned and shot me down with a single look, reminding me of his earlier instruction. The voice told me to crawl, it told me that I wanted to crawl, so I did, barely able to keep up. He held the door open and let me pass through first, following behind me. The new room was much larger, and had the same aged white look as the others, but actually contained things this time. A desk and a couple of chairs, even a filing cabinet. It looked almost like a generic office, except on the wall opposite to the way I came in, there were three doorways, about 25 feet apart from each other. Rather than having normal doors on them, they had barred gates, painted white. I couldn’t see what was beyond them, but I could certainly hear; moans and whimpers and people swearing and slapping noises and the jingling of metal and all manner of other things. There was still no sign of Sam.

The Warden led me over to the desk, dropping the handcuffs down on it as he sat in the chair. He pulled on the lead till I was right between his legs, with his cock dangerously close to my face. “Do you know where you are, li’l Gimp?” The Warden asked, once again lifting my face up from staring at his dick to his face. As I answered, saying we were in The Brick, he unclipped the lead and placed it on the desk. “Yes, but do you know what The Brick is?” I hesitated, then said ‘No Warden’, explaining that I thought it was abandoned.

“The Brick,” The Warden said as he cupped the side of my face one hand, taking hold of his cock with the other and gently pumping it. “Was once a Prison for war criminals. Used to house those who needed medical attention.” It was difficult to keep my attention focused on the Warden while he so freely pleasured himself. “Now,” he sighed. “It’s a different sort of Prison.” I licked my lips as I saw precum leaking from the tip of his dick. “Now, we keep an eye on the people like to sneak onto this Complex, and find all the good li’l Gimps like you and Smirk.” I couldn’t help but stare at the raw cock now, unable to lift my sight to the Wardens face. “I am the Warden of this Prison, and li’l Gimps like you are my prisoners.” I let out a whimper as I bit my bottom lip. “For your own protection, of course. Lord knows what back alley or perverts basement you’d end up if I didn’t take you in.”

It was too much, and I tried to press forward to get to the leaking precum, but he held me in place as he continued talking as if nothing were happening. “Originally, I just wanted Smirk, y’know. Was just going to lock him up and you’d never see him again. But you should have heard how he begged me to bring you in as well. He promised me that you’d do all sorts of dirty things once I’d broken you in and given you your name.” I felt my own cock leaking precum into my suit again, but the Wardens words were enough to get me to focus on his face again. “Of course, to keep all you prisoners fed, you’ve got to work.” He explained. “The Brick attracted a clientele who are willing to pay high prices to act out all their perverted fantasies on cute li’l gimps like you. Might be some of them even want to buy you.”

Suddenly, he let go of his cock and my face. “So this is it. Your last chance to get up and walk away. Leave now, and don’t mention The Brick to anyone, and you’ll never be troubled by us again.” He let that hang for a moment, before saying, “Stay, and I’ll show you a world of pleasure and pain that you’ve never imagined.” It finally fully occurred to me what was happening. Was this real? Would I really become his Prisoner? Was Sam already his Prisoner? Were they just fucking with my head or was this really happening? I almost wanted to ask what would happen if I did tell someone about it. “Make your choice quick, li’l Gimp, or I’ll make it for you.” He stared down at me with an expressionless look. His cock was still glistening with precum and the moans from beyond the barred gates were filling my ears. My head was starting to feel foggy, though only partially because of how hot and sweaty the rubber was making me. I heard the little voice in my head once more. ‘Say yes’ it whispered to me. ‘Say yes. You know you want that meat.’ The statement made my eyes drop down to the Wardens cock once more. ‘Say yes and you get to stay with Sam.’

After a long pause, I made up my mind, and showed my answer by opening my mouth and taking in the head of the Wardens cock, sucking off the precum before another drop could be wasted on the floor. The Wardens hands came up and held the back of my head, while he moaned “Good li’l Gimp.” I’d never sucked someone’s cock before, and always imagined that Sam would be my first. The Warden was much bigger than anything I’d practiced on and I could barely keep my jaw open wide enough to accommodate it while the bittersweet taste of his precum filled my mouth and coated my tongue. The Warden clearly didn’t care about that though, as he pushed my head down onto his cock till he was reaching the back of my throat, making me choke and splutter on the massive meat. “Better get used to that, Li’l Gimp.” He said with a laugh. “Some of our clients are even bigger, and they love choking their boys.”

The Warden held me there to choke, struggling to breathe and stop myself from throwing up, for some time, till I was convinced I was going to pass out as my saliva flooded down my chin, over the rubber hood. I tried pushing myself off him but he was much stronger than me; he didn’t even struggle to hold me in place. Finally, he pulled me off, but only gave me a few seconds to take a deep breath before shoving me back down. He drove me towards his balls, shoving them in my face and making me smell the thick musk of his body as I sucked on them, holding me down so hard that he was practically smothering me and blocking me from breathing again. He pulled me off once more, then forced me down onto his dick, going deep enough to make me choke on it again.

He kept forcing me down further, making me choke even harder as more of his monster cock forced its way into my throat. I could feel myself sweating inside my rubber suit, which was making me hotter than I could ever remember being. My head was swimming from the heat and my lack of breath; I was desperately trying to breathe through my nose, but it wasn’t enough. My jaw was on fire, I grew dizzy and heard the Warden laugh at my gagging noises. Finally, just as I felt like I was going to pass out, I felt his hands suddenly let go off my head, allowing me to pull myself off his cock. I instantly slumped to the ground, suddenly realising that the Wardens hands were the only things holding me up.

I laid there, coughing and spluttering over the floor for a moment. The Warden didn’t seem to mind, and didn’t say anything at all while he waited for me. My throat was on fire and my jaw ached, but finally, I managed to push myself back up onto my knees to look at the Warden. He had a satisfied smile on his face. “Well, that’s a start, at least.” He opened a drawer on his desk, and from it he pulled a small hand towel. He leaned forwards and used it to wipe the spit off my rubber-covered chin as he continued, “You didn’t try to stop me, or you couldn’t, either way it’s good.” His cock was still rock hard and covered in spit as well, so once he’d dried my face, he moved the cloth there and started pumping his cock as he dried it.

After dropping the cloth back on the deck, he leaned back in his chair and simply stared at me for a while, stroking his goatee while he looked me all over. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to do something or simply wait for him, but the voice told me how I hoped he’d force me back onto his cock. The thought made me lick my lips, which made him laugh once more. But instead of that, he gestured for me to move back, so he could stand up and, with a pat of his hand on his thigh, got me to follow him, crawling, as he walked from his desk into the centre of the room, right under a hook hanging from the ceiling. “Stand.” He held out a hand which I took; as I tried to stand, my legs felt shaky from how long I’d been kneeling. He held me till I was steady, then let go and looked me up and down, positioning me so that I was facing towards the desk, with my back to the three barred gates. “Put your arms in the air.” He ordered, as he walked back towards the desk. I did as he commanded while he picked up the hand cuffs and came back to me.

He locked my wrists into them, and put the chain between them on the hook in the ceiling. I had to stand on my toes and could feel my arms start to stretch from the awkwardness of it. It made me squirm, and the Warden walked around me, clearly amused by how easily I let him restrain me again. He ran his hands over my rubber covered body, harshly groping my ass, then slapping each cheek and making me whimper, before coming round to my front, standing close as he rubbed up my stomach and chest, then down to my crotch. One hand rested there while the other went round my hip and back to my ass, rubbing right down the middle which the rubber left almost as exposed as it would be if I were naked. My body grew hotter again from the attention, and his body held so close to mine, it didn’t take hard for me to get rock hard and whimpering as he let me grind against his hand, while his other hand pressed against my hole.

His hand trailed up from my bulge, and his fingers took hold of the zip that sat just above. His other moved away from the crack of my ass to a cheek, where he spanked me once more. Then again, and a third time. He grinned evilly with his face only a few inches away from mine as he made me whimper, then I felt him pull very gently at the zip of the suit, bringing it down as slowly as he could. The teeth separated one by one, so slowly that I could hear each pair separate individually. He stopped just above my cock, and I felt three sharp slaps against my ass cheek in rapid succession, making me moan out in pain and struggle uselessly against him. I almost asked him to stop, but that strange voice in my head said that that would disappoint him, and it even managed to convince me that I don’t want to do that.

He started pulling the zip down once more, this time slightly faster, and kept going till it was open enough for my cock – which was still rock hard – to spring out, covered in sweat and dripping in precum. The feel of the cold air rushing around my hot skin felt incredible and made me gasp. The Warden let go of the zip and my ass, and took hold of my cock in one and my balls in the other. Looking me in the eye, he started pumping slowly and squeezed my balls, gently at first. I whimpered and bit my lip, and he even let me rest my head on his shoulder, where I nuzzled against him. Before long, he started squeezing harder, then harder still, and soon enough my whimpers of pleasure turned to pain. He let go of my dick, and smacked the underside, causing it to flick up and slap against my stomach, sending a shudder through me.

I lifted my head up to look at him, but his enjoyment of my pain was clear on his face. He slapped it again, and I flinched just as hard. My balls were still in his vicelike grip, and he pulled them down, making me cry out. I could feel my arms burning from the position they were in, and even with my cock free, I was still boiling in my suit. He stopped pulling, and loosened his grip on me, but kept hold of the top of my sack, with my balls exposed underneath. He placed his other hand flat against them, and even though I knew what was going to happen, I couldn’t help but cry out once more with the first slap he gave my balls. The second and third made me whimper again, though not as loudly, then by the fourth, I managed to bite my lip and only let out the tiniest of grunts. He stopped after ten slaps – or at least I think it was ten slaps – and looked me in the eyes, which were now watering with tears. “Do you want me to stop?”

Part of me didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help but say ‘yes Warden’. I was scared that it would make him angry, but instead he smiled, rubbing my bare balls with his hand, then asked “Are you telling me to stop?” I stared at him for a long time, my body begging me to say yes, but that strange voice screaming no. Finally, I closed my eyes, shook my head and said ‘No Warden.’ I felt his hands let go of my balls instantly, and opened my eyes once more to see the Warden bring his hands up and place them at the top of my neck, with fingers curling around my jaw and up behind where my ears would normally be, if they weren’t held down by the hood. His face was barely three inches away from me as he said “Good li’l Gimp! Smirk was right about you; not many newbies learn their place as quick as you.”

He tilted my head down and kissed my forehead, before letting go. I sighed my relief as he stepped away, walking around to the back of me. After the treatment he gave my balls, I honestly wouldn’t have complained if he started spanking me again, but instead, he took me by the hip with one hand, and his body pressed up against mine as the other slipped in between my legs, grabbed the suits zipper and pulled it through. He opened up the suit till the zip was at the bottom of my back, and the air rushed around my ass just as it had with my cock, feeling so good that I let out a moan. After that, he took hold of my other hip and held me against him fully.

He shoved his cock against my ass, rubbing it down my crack. His torture of my balls had made my cock soften but clearly no such thing happened with his. It was still just as hard as it was when he had me choking on it. The heat of it soon got me growing hard again though, and I pushed backwards against him. Holding my hips tight, he grinded into me, and I could hear him just by my head, breathing heavy and grunting his pleasure. My own breathing got heavier and I moaned out; I knew that if he tried to fuck me, it would hurt a hell of a lot more than his torture had, but some part of me still wanted him to do it. The Warden had the same idea, letting go of one of my hips, he took his cock in hand and pressed the head of his cock right up against my hole.

“Smirk wants your virginity.” He said as he held his cock there. “I should be cruel. I should call him in and make him watch me fuck you right here.” He stopped pressing it against my hole, and let it drop before grinding the full length of it against my crack again. “I bet I could make you beg for it right in front of him as well… Will you beg for it, li’l Gimp?” I wanted Sam to be the one who fucked me first as well, I’d wanted it for years. But the voice told me that he was absolutely right. That I’d happily beg for it right now. I forced a ‘Yes Warden’ out of my lips, though part of me desperately wished Sam would appear. “Damn right you would, li’l Gimp. Perhaps I’d force him to suck your cock as I did, or make him rim you out afterwards…” The thoughts sent jolts to my cock, if he carried on much longer, I might even cum right there. “But then… I guess even Prisoners deserve rewards when they bring me something this good.”

He let go of my hips and moved back, letting me hang there once more. He came round in front of me once more, putting his hands back around my neck again. “Well then, li’l Gimp. I’d say you’ve definitely passed my inspection. I’ll have to think up a name for you, now… And get you out of your beginner’s suit… But I think Smirk will happily deal with that last thing…” He said, before walking back to the desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a keyring that had loads of different keys on it. After he found the right one, he headed behind me, and I heard him go through one of the barred gates, and his footsteps soon trailed off out of my hearing.