The Brick: Chapter 3

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 hung there for some time after the Warden left, feeling the aches of my body; pain in my muscles, especially the arms, though my cock and ass just ached with a need to be dealt with, despite the torture they’d received. All the noises coming from beyond the gates behind me had become little more than background noise, but occasionally, someone would let out a yelp or swear so loud that I couldn’t help but focus on what I could hear. I noticed that I couldn’t hear the voices of Sam or the Warden in among the noise. Whether I would have been able to hear Sam earlier or not, I couldn’t know, having been way too distracted by the Warden at the time.

Finally, once my hard on had weakened and my muscle pains had grown, I heard one of the gates open then close again behind me. I tried to turn and see who it was, but he’d come through the middle gate, which was entirely out of my vision while stuck on the hook. I froze, and my muscles went stiff as I heard him walk up behind me grabbing me by my hips, pulling me backwards gently and pressing a hard cock against my ass, as the Warden had before, but I could tell from the way his body felt that it wasn’t the Warden. His hands moved up and wrapped around my stomach and chest, and once I saw the familiar tanned, olive tone skin of his arms, I knew at once that it had to be Sam. His voice confirmed it as he said “You look a bit stuck, little Gimp.” Hearing him call me that sent shivers through me, and though he couldn’t see, I felt myself blushing at it. “Want down?” I nodded at the question, wondering if I was supposed to say ‘Yes Smirk’ the same way I had to address the Warden, but it didn’t seem to bother Sam.

He tightened his arms around me, and with surprising strength, managed to lift me up high enough for the handcuffs to slip off the hook, then bring me back down. My legs weren’t ready for it, and I collapsed into Sam as he lowered me all the way down till I was lying on the floor. He kept hugging me, and pulled me onto his lap as he sat on the floor. When I saw his face, he was smirking at me in the way he always did, with his black curls in front of his eyes, as if nothing had changed. I noticed that he’d lost his rubber surf suit now, and was naked once more. Still in my rubber, his body heat was heating me up once more. He lowered his face to mine and took me in a kiss, forcing his tongue past my lips and into my mouth, his hand stroking my neck as he did. When he broke the kiss, he started to talk. “Warden says you passed inspection.” It made me grin, though I already knew it, yet also feel odd about it. Hearing Sam talk about it somehow made it more real. “Says he can’t think of a name for you yet though, so I’m to call you ‘Gimp’. You have to call me Smirk, y’know?” I nodded at the instruction. “Good boy.” He cooed, and I nuzzled into his neck.

We laid there for a few minutes, not saying anything. Just listening to the noises coming from beyond the gates; they’d become bizarrely comforting, almost like background music. I wondered why neither of us commented on just how strange this situation was, but it felt like nothing needed to be said. It was so surreal, that it almost felt normal again. Eventually, once my muscles had stopped hurting so much, Sam helped me to my feet. “Warden told me to show you around The Brick, but first I’ve got to get you clean again.” He stated, matter-of-factly. He took hold of the chain between the handcuffs and walked me over to the desk, where he found the key to them. He got them off and dropped them back onto the desk as I rubbed my wrists through the rubber of the suit. “You don’t need to wear this anymore.” He told me as he unfastened the collar around my neck, throwing it one side. He then stood behind me and took hold of the zip. “Well, at least not for now.” He pulled it all the way to the top at my head, letting the cold air flood in over my still sweaty body. It was a bizarrely satisfying experience to strip the rubber off, feeling it peel away from my skin, with a layer of sweat between them.

The hood came off first, which made Sam laugh. He informed me that my hair was all messy and my face was bright red. I shh’ed him for mocking me, but he said it looked cute and kissed me on the nose, which no doubt just made my face redder. Getting my arms out was much easier than getting them in was, and Sam yanked the suit down my legs in one swift movement, though getting my feet out still proved difficult. I stood there in front him, suddenly naked and sweaty, as he unceremoniously discarded the suit on a chair by the desk. Clearly unbothered by my dampness, he wrapped his arms around me once more, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me towards him as my hands came up to rest on his chest. He leaned in and took me in another deep kiss as we hardened against each other.

At that point, I could honestly say I wasn’t interested in seeing the rest of The Brick, but Sam clearly was. He broke off the kiss and let me go, smiling at me. He walked over to the filing cabinet and opened the bottom drawer, pulling out two towels and what looked like a wash bag. He threw a towel to me and told me to follow him as he went back through the door that I’d originally come through, into the stripped down toilet. I noticed when I entered that our clothes were gone, along with the camo-bag and suit bag that contained the rubber suit I was in. Once there, Sam started explaining about The Brick. “The Brick can’t have any power, ‘cause it can’t be known that it’s here. But some friend of the Warden has managed to set it up so the place still has working water - I don’t know who, but apparently, he gets to use a prisoner as often as he likes for free as thanks. Seems like a fair deal.” I couldn’t help but laugh at how Sam explained the illicit operations of this place as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

He hung his towel on a pipe and headed through the arch into the shower room and I followed suit. The shower room was covered in formerly white tiles from floor to ceiling, and while all the fixtures of the toilets had been removed from the other room, this room was fully equipped with about 12 shower heads. There was a pipe with a valve on it, which Sam twisted till the water turned on, rushing out of all the shower heads at once. “Normally,” Sam said loud enough to be heard over the showers as he walked towards the back of the room. “All the Prisoners have to shower together, but The Warden made an exception for you, since you’re new.” I followed him, feeling somewhat awkward. He put the wash bag on the floor and stepped under a stream. I wanted to be near him but wasn’t sure if I was allowed, but he soon answered that when he reached out and grabbed me by the wrist.

He pulled me under the stream with him, wrapping his arms around me and once more grabbing my ass cheeks as our bodies came together. We kissed under the hot stream, and I threw my arms over his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck as he turned us around, pushing me up against the wall. His tongue danced with mine in my mouth as we got soaked by the stream, and he grinded his hard on against mine as he groped and pulled and squeezed at my ass cheeks. I moaned into his mouth when he slipped a finger between my cheeks and found my hole, but as quickly as he started playing with it, he stopped again, once more breaking the kiss and letting go off me. “The Warden said you were eager.” Sam laughed as he took my cock in hand and started pumping it. “Didn’t realise just how much.”

Letting go of it, Sam walked out from under the stream and went to the wash bag, bringing it back with him. “Well, he says I’m allowed to ‘break you in.’” He smirked, as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a bottle of something. “But there are a few things I have to show you first.” It was shampoo; he opened the lid and squeezed some into his hand. “Gotta make sure you know what you’ve agreed to.” He put the bottle on the ground. “Kneel down a sec.” The request took me by surprise but I did so, and he started rubbing the shampoo into my hair like I was a child. “Not that it matters now, of course.” He continued, as his cock sat in front of my face. “The Warden wants you, so you’re his prisoner.” I only half registered what he said as I stared at his member. I knew I wasn’t allowed to have it but that didn’t stop me from wanting.

He finished shampooing my head, and told me to stand up again and rinse it out, which I did, as he rummaged through the wash bag and pulled out a bar of soap. He put it against my chest and started washing it as he continued. “There’s nine of us here – ten, including you. Tens the most The Brick can have, I think. Don’t really know any of them though since I’ve not been here long.” He moved his hand down to my stomach. “’Cept one guy. Who…” He cleared his throat and, with a smirk, said. “Helps me shower. I’ll introduce you; you’ll like him. He’s called ‘Stud’, ‘cause of the piercings. They’re all always in pretty high demand as well, which makes it hard to talk. They seem nice enough though.” His hands went lower again and he started on my dick, which made me whimper despite how little he was trying to get me going. He laughed and kissed me on the nose. His hands then went over my balls, before he knelt down and did my legs. After that, he did my arms, before telling me to turn around and lean against the wall.

He started on my back as he continued talking. “Warden says there are places like this all over the country. Not all prisons, but all with prisoners of some way or other. The Brick is one of the biggest operations – most only have three or four prisoners, though there’s a few bigger ones that can have up to twenty. Apparently, the bigger the city, the easier it is to hide these places.” I found myself laughing again at how commonplace he made sound something that would cause a massive uproar if it ever got out. He laughed as well, as he moved the soap down from my shoulders to my lower back. I asked him how people find the place. “Word of mouth.” He told me. “They’re very strict with their clientele. They don’t have any online presence, and everything is by invite only. He told you you’d have to work, right?” I nodded, still somewhat unsure about what it meant, though I had a pretty good idea.

The nerves that thought brought up suddenly melted away again as Sam’s hands moved down onto my ass. After he’d covered both cheeks in foam, he let go of the bar, letting it drop to floor as he started roughly groping them, and I pushed my ass out towards him. He parted my cheeks, and I felt his hardness press against me as he took me by the hips and started grinding. I let out a whimper when I felt him lean forwards and kiss me on the neck. I took one hand off the wall and brought it down to my cock, but I’d barely even took hold it when Sam whispered “Naughty Gimp” into my ear. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it back against the wall, bringing his other hand up to my other, for good measure.

He told me how sweetly I whimpered as he grinded agonizingly slowly into my ass, and kissed and bit my neck. He asked me how badly the Warden had teased me, and I told him all the details, teasing and torture. I told him what the Warden had said about how he’d make me beg for his cock right in front of Sam. As I said it, I was suddenly scared that it would upset Sam, but he just found it amusing, letting out a small laugh while he softly bit the lobe of my ear, then whispered that the Warden would never really be that cruel. He asked me if I thought he could make me beg, to which I answered by doing exactly that, making him laugh even more. But I made the mistake of calling him ‘Sam’ as I begged, and immediately, a hand let go of my wrist, and he pulled away from my ass just far enough to deliver a hard, sharp slap to each of my cheeks, making me yelp in pain. As quickly as he’d done it, he had my wrist pinned again and pressed his body against mine, though he didn’t start grinding again. I corrected myself and called him ‘Smirk’ this time.

“Good.” He dragged the word out like a purr. “Good little Gimp is learning, isn’t he?” He kissed down my neck as I said ‘Yes Smirk’. “Don’t worry,” he told me as he started grinding again. “You’ll get used to it. Especially once the Warden gives you a proper name.” We stayed there under the stream for a few more minutes, with him pinning me to the wall and torturing me with his grinding as my cock hung hard and useless beneath me. Finally, he let go and stepped out from under the shower, saying “C’mon. I’ve still got to show you the rest of the place.” He packed away the wash bag as I made sure I was rinsed off fully, then he led me out of the shower room, turning off the valve as we went.

We dried ourselves off – I’d hoped he’d use the drying as another excuse to fondle me, but I had no such luck. I wrapped my towel round my lower half once I was done, which just made Smirk laugh, grab it and whip it off again. “Now is a poor time to develop a sense of modesty, Gimp.” He told me. I asked him if we were allowed to wear clothes here at all, but he just beckoned me to follow him back into the office. As we entered, I noticed that the sounds of moaning and slapping and whatever else had stopped. He ditched the towels and wash bag on the desk next to the rubber suit I was in then walked to the filing cabinet again. Opening a different drawer this time, he pulled from it a small orange cloth, which he threw at me. I grabbed it and held it out; it was a jock strap, though made from a soft material, rather than the rough stuff that traditional straps were made from. I couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly at it, but Smirk told me that that’s all we got to wear, except gear.

“Prison Uniform Orange.” He said as he pulled out a second one and started to put it on. I put on my own as well, though it was somewhat awkward; I’d never worn one before. My cock had softened while I dried myself, and I did have to admire how the jock shaped my bulge, though I spent more time admiring how the straps shaped Smirks ass. He beckoned me over to him as he walked towards the gate on the left hand side of the room. I felt my heart start to beat a bit harder as I walked towards it, and he pulled me into a hug, this time without fondling me, once I reached him. “You ready to see what’s behind door number one?” He smirked. I swallowed my fear with a gulp and, after taking a moment to breathe, nodded.

He let go of me again, and opened up the gate, letting me step through first and following after me. This was the room that most of the moans had been coming from, and also the room that the Warden had disappeared through earlier, but now it was empty – at least of people. We stood in a long corridor, at the other end of which there was a door which looked to be made of thick metal. The walls on either side were made entirely of bars; prison cells, five on each side. The walls between them were solid enough, but with the front being entirely made of bars, anyone could easily look in. They were quite spacious – more so than what any TV show had made a prison look. I counted ten in total, each with a sliding gate on the front, though nine appeared to be locked. I noticed that above all but the unlocked cell, there were signs with names written on. One said ‘Stud’, and I had no doubt another would say ‘Smirk’, though I couldn’t spot it. It looked like each Prisoner had his own one of these cells. “This is the main room.” Smirk whispered in my ear, as he put his hands on my hips and urged me forwards, towards the one cell that was open. I could feel my nerves building, and tried to resist against him, but he kissed me on the neck and said “Don’t worry, it’s only me here at the minute.” It was enough to get me going forwards, albeit slowly.

Each cell seemed to contain the same things; various pieces of furniture, benches and chairs, all with restraints on them, along with several things attached to the bars of the cell. I recognised one as a ‘St. Andrews Cross’, but the others were all a mystery to me. I got the feeling that I’d know them all in due time though. At the back of each cell, on the solid walls of the building, there was a great array of different things hanging on hooks and sitting on shelves. Some looked like they were designed to hit people while others were clearly intended to go up someone’s ass, which made me clench just looking at them. Most of them I didn’t want to speculate on. Every cell was lit up by multiple electric lamps, some on tables and some hanging from hooks in the ceiling. I stepped through into the cell and Smirk followed behind me.

As he led me over to one of the benches in the room, he started to talk again. “The Warden wants me to show you a little bit of what you can expect.” He got me to bend over the bench, lying my chest and stomach face down on it; it was a thin thing, padded with a leather cover, and surprisingly comfortable. The legs of it had cuffs on them, and he buckled my hands and legs up so I couldn’t get back up, before he walked towards the wall with all the tools on it, which was out of my vision. I couldn’t see what he returned with, but I felt something hard press against my ass. “This will hurt.” He stated, as he put his spare hand on the small of my back. “You have to count out each one, followed by ‘Sir’, okay?” I could feel my heart starting to pound harder against the bench, and the awkward position I was in didn’t help at all when I started to breathe harder, but I bit my lip and nodded, unable to say anything.

A sudden, mighty crack filled the air, followed quickly by my yell, as my ass suddenly burnt with pain. I just managed to force out ‘One, sir’ between my whimperings, after which a second one, even more painful than the first hit. ‘T-two Sir’. A third one hit, and it already became harder to spit out ‘Three Sir’. I could already feel the tears building in my eyes as the fourth one hit, ‘Four Sir’. The first tear rolled free, down my face with ‘Five Sir’. He stopped, for a moment, rubbing whatever he was hitting me with against the spot he’d been hitting, but I could tell it wasn’t over yet. My ass was already on fire, and I wished desperately for him to stop. To release me and hold me like he did when he pulled me off the hook in the office.

I took the break to take a few deep breaths, and try to stop my tears, but as ‘Six Sir’ hit, I could tell that my efforts were in vain. Tears flowed freely with ‘Seven Sir’, and I could barely force out ‘eight Sir’. I felt the ninth hit, but ‘Nine Sir’ wouldn’t come. I felt the hand on my back stroke me gently, and Smirks soft voice filled my ears. “C’mon. You can do it, sweet.” His encouragement cut straight through me, but I still struggled to get it out. “Just a little more to go.” He told me. “You can do that for me, can’t you?” With that, I managed to force ‘Nine Sir’ out at last, and I heard him coo a ‘good little gimp’ before delivering a final, almighty blow to my ass. ‘Ten Sir’ came out almost instantly, though so badly stuttered, I thought he might not accept it.

Apparently, it was good enough though, and he left me sobbing on the bench as he returned whatever it was to the wall of equipment. It was odd, but it was like the pain didn’t really sink in till after I knew it was over, and I was barely even aware of him returning and undoing my restraints. It wasn’t till He helped me back to my feet that I noticed he was even talking to me. “-uch a good li’l Gimp.” He told me as he pulled me into a hug, one hand curling in my hair as he pressed my head into his neck, and the other very gently brushing against my burning ass cheeks. I whimpered into him, but the feel of him holding me again seemed to stop my tears.

“It won’t always be that bad, y’know.” He told me once I’d stopped fully. He kissed me on the lips and down my neck before he explained the statement. “The Clients can do what they like, it’s true, but The Warden doesn’t let people who don’t know what they’re doing in.” He took me by the shoulders and pulled me far enough away from him to look me in the eye. “He has a funny way of showing it, but the Warden is here to look after us, okay?” He smiled when I nodded at the question, then kissed me on the forehead. Telling me to take a few more minutes, he disappeared out of the cell, and through the door opposite to the gate we came through, returning a minute later with a glass of water for me. With him he also had a warm, damp cloth, which he used to wipe the marks of tears off my face with. He brushed it against my cheek so gently that I couldn’t help but smile.

Once I’d finished drinking, he asked me if I was ready to see what was behind the second gate. I nodded, strangely feeling more confident about seeing the rest of The Brick. Smirk led me out of my cell, then back up into the office and to the second gate. “Ready?” he asked, and I nodded, almost feeling excited about it. He opened up the gate and once again let me go through first, following afterwards and closing it behind us. This room was somewhat similar to the last; a long corridor with a heavy metal door at the opposite end. There were no bars this time though. Instead, there were ten doors, just like the heavy metal one, five on each side once again, and all but one with a name sign above. The only difference between the ten doors and the one at the end was that the ten all had a shutter at the eye level, which could be opened for someone to look in. I saw that this time, nine doors were open and one was closed – and it wasn’t the one that didn’t have a sign. I heard soft moaning coming from within it, telling me that it was in use. The sign above it said ‘Buck’.

Smirk whispered quietly, as not to disturb them. “These are the private cells.” He told me. “High paying clients, who the Warden trusts can use these for when they want some time alone with a prisoner.” I asked him what sort of tools or furniture the rooms contained, but he said he didn’t know. “Apparently, the equipment gets changed depending on whatever the client requests. I’ve only been in my private cell once, and the guy just wanted to make me drink his piss then fuck me.” I looked over my shoulder at him in surprise when he said that, but he just stuck his tongue out at me and kissed the end of my nose. “You’ll like it if you try it.” He said casually, as if we were discussing the pro’s and con’s of Indian food.

He nodded towards the door that was in use. “Wanna take a peak?” He asked me. When I asked if we were allowed, he said that “this client has graciously agreed to let us invade his privacy for a moment.” There was something untrustworthy about the way he said that, and I could tell there was something more to it. “… So long as he gets first dibs at doing what you see to you, if and when the Warden decides that you can take it.” He finished with a smirk. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know what was happening in there now, but Smirk nudged me with his shoulder, then walked in front of me towards the door, standing at one side of it, with his hand on the shutter. I reluctantly walked over, and stood in front of the door, ready to peer in. He whipped back the shutter in one quick movement.

Inside was two people. The first – obviously the prisoner called ‘Buck’, judging by his orange jock – was bent over a bench much like the one I was just one, but he wasn’t strapped down. He was tall and skinny, with pale skin and short, raven black hair. Behind him stood an older man; both the hair on his head and his body hair was white, though he looked quite muscular and bulky. At first, the scene didn’t look very bizarre, but suddenly I noticed. The older man had his arm inside the prisoners ass, almost up to his elbow, and was moving it back and forth as if to fuck him with it. The prisoner was moaning, clearly enjoying it though I couldn’t possibly see how.

I jumped back from the viewing slit, covering my mouth with my hands as I gasped at the scene. Smirk just about managed to get the shutter closed before he started laughing at me. I hit him on the arm and whispered angrily that it wasn’t funny, but apparently, I was wrong. Apparently the look on my face was priceless. He pointed up to the sign above the door, and told me that ‘Buck’ was short for ‘Bucket’, because the Warden liked single syllable names. He put his arm over my shoulder and walked me back towards the office as he managed to contain his laughter.

He gave me more time to breathe once we were back in there, and even sat me down on the chair in front of the desk, perching on the side of it and waiting for me to regain myself. Finally, I ask him if people would be doing that to me. “Maybe. Eventually. If the Warden thinks you can handle it. Clients CAN do whatever they like to the Prisoners, but they have to get the Wardens approval first. He decides what you’re going to be taking from a client; he sets our limits and he keeps us from getting broken.” He said broken as if we were toys, which bothered me, but I didn’t dwell on it. I supposed we were toys, in a way. Rentable ones, at least. “You should trust the Wardens judgement.” He continued. “He wants you just as safe as I do. And I promised you I wouldn’t put you in danger, didn’t I?” I nodded at the question and he smiled at me – actually smiled, not one of his normal smirks.

We sat there a while longer, and Smirk decided to go into more detail about his time in his private cell, telling me all about how the guy had made him drink his piss and let it run all through his hair and over his body, and even made him piss on himself. It sounded disgusting and I told him as much, but I left unmentioned the strange feeling I felt in my cock as he detailed having his soaked jock shoved in his mouth, sucking it dry as the guy fucked him. There was something about the mental image that I couldn’t not think about, and I could tell that Smirk knew it, though I didn’t mention it at all.

Eventually, it became time for the third gate. Smirk told me there was nothing to worry about with this room; apparently it was where we get imprisoned. I took that to mean it’s where we stayed when a client didn’t want us. We entered, and it was once again similar to the previous two. A long hallway with another heavy metal door at the far end. This room only had cells lining one side though, five in total. They looked like the cells in the first room, solid walls between them but open bars on the front so anyone could look in. The other side was a solid wall, and assumedly the outer wall of The Brick. Smirk told me that these were our personal cells; clients weren’t allowed in this section, and we were ‘free’ to do as we pleased. I pointed out that there were only five, and asked if it was two to a cell, which he confirmed.

I looked at him, and could tell he knew what I was going to ask. For a long moment, he kept a very stern, serious look, but soon enough it cracked and his trademark smirk spread across his face. “We get to share one.” He confirmed. I no doubt grinned like an idiot at that, and he pointed down to the furthest cell, saying that it was ours. As we started to walk down to it, I looked in each cell. They were smaller than the cells in the first room, but like the first room, all contained the same stuff; a bed with plain white sheets that was big enough for two people, though only just. Next to it was a small table with an electric lamp on it; the only source of light in the rooms. There was a bookshelf. A wardrobe. A lounge chair. And at the back of each cell, there was a door which Smirk said led to a small toilet. It was certainly very cosy for a prison, which I pointed out, making Smirk laugh. He said that we suffer so much at the hands of clients, we should be allowed a little luxury between them. He meant it jokingly, but there definitely sounded like a whole lot of truth was in it.

There was no one in the first cell, and only one person in the second, who I didn’t get a chance to look at, but gave us a nod as we walked past. Both prisoners were in the third cell; one laid sleeping while the other was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. The fourth was empty again, but Smirk informed me that it was where his friend ‘Stud’ slept. Once we reached the final cell, I looked back up the hall, then looked to Smirk, confused. Even with Buck in the private cell, that only accounted for five prisoners. I asked him where the other four were, before turning to look at the heavy metal door at the end, and asked if they were in there.

He nodded, but when I asked what was in there, he told me that I wasn’t allowed to go in yet, and that I’d see soon enough. “Now c’mon!” He nudged me towards the cell. It did seem more appealing than the mystery of the missing prisoners, so I entered. He came in behind me, and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his bulge into my bare ass and kissing my neck. I grinded my ass against him, and he like out a little moan, before saying “We still can’t.” I turned my neck to look at him, wanting to ask, but he answered before I could. “Soon.” It was all he said. He ended the hug, and took me by the hand, pulling me over to the bed. He pulled the cover off in indicated for me to get in, which I gladly complied with. He came in behind me before I could turn round to face him, and pulled my back into him, fitting our bodies together like pieces of a jigsaw.

It was only then that I realised how tired I was; I’d been up all day, and it was well past midnight by now. As if reading my thoughts, Smirk asked me a question. “When I woke you up this morning and told you about my discovery, did you think you think you’d be going to sleep like this?” I just laughed at it, and for the first time, we talked about how strange our situation was. After a while, I asked him if we really were Prisoners. If we really weren’t allowed to leave, and at the will of The Warden. Instead of answering, Smirk asked me a question in return. “Well… Do you want to leave?” I didn’t answer; I had no answer to give. It felt that, if I stood up and said that I wanted to go home, they’d let me. But then I remembered just how forceful the Warden was, and the pain of the spanking Smirk had given me, which made me less sure.

Smirk turned out the lamp next to the bed, and I felt him nuzzle into my hair as I fell asleep.