The Brick: Chapter 4
A/N: This is a little side chapter to the main story. I decided I wanted to make a full chapter out of the scene I mentioned in the last chapter. This is a purely PWP chapter.
Please note, the characters in my stories never wear condoms. This is because I almost never write stories in which they'd be appropriate, either because they don't exist (Fantasy or Sci-Fi) or 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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Smirk’s POV
The Warden had forbidden me from using the toilet all day, and by the time it came around to service the client, it was all I could do not to piss myself while waiting in my cell. Stud had helped distract me for a while in the afternoon by showing me every one of his piercings – of which there were many – but by the time evening rolled around, it was impossible to focus on anything but just how badly I needed to piss. The dripping of the taps in the bathroom had started to drive me insane, so I had no choice but to go into the office and wait till I was summoned.
Finally, what might have been the longest day of my life came to an end as The Warden came into the office – dressed in black leather jeans and a waistcoat – and told me it was time. He led me down into the middle hall, where the private cells were; I’d never actually been used privately before, and if I weren’t so focused on keeping my bladder under control I might have been somewhat nervous about it. As it was, going into my private cell meant I’d finally be able to piss, which did as much for my courage as an entire bottle of vodka.
The Warden led me to my private cell and opened it up for me. I rushed in without hesitation and let him slam it shut behind me. The private cells were pretty roomy; almost as big as the main cells that standard clients get seen in. The only thing in the cell was a man – my client, standing near the door, waiting for me. He was an older man, probably early 40’s, with brown hair that was starting to go grey. He wore a suit that looked to be tailor fit for him, a dark blue with a white shirt underneath, complete with a black tie, shiny black shoes and even a handkerchief in his pocket. The two conditions for being allowed use of a private cell was money and trust, and he clearly had one of them sorted.
Without introduction, the suited man took me by the arm and pulled me into the centre of the room. He turned me to face him and looked me up and down. I wore nothing but the standard orange jocks that all prisoners wore when nothing had been requested by the clients. He placed his hand against my bulge with an evil grin on his face, clearly knowing just how badly I needed to piss, and knowing I couldn’t till he let me. My body was shaking from the pure frustration of it. As he continued rubbing me, he put his other hand on his own crotch, gripping his cock through his trousers, making it easy to see the large shape of it as he pumped.
He moved his hand from my bulge to my shoulder and shoved me to my knees, thrusting his crotch in my face and grinding it against me, making me kiss and suck on it. He held my head in place with one hand while the other undid his belt and pulled the zip down on his trousers. Inside, he was wearing plain white briefs which were being stretched out by the size of his cock; a good nine inches at least, and thick as hell, though not as thick as the Wardens. He wasted no time pulling them down, then took hold of his shaft and held it while shoving my face towards his balls, getting me to coat them with my tongue before finally letting go of the back of my head.
I laid down beneath him at his command, and he stood above me, feet either side of my hips. He knelt down and straddled me, our cocks perfectly in line. I’d grown harder, though was still fully held within my jock. He pulled off his jacket and threw it away from us, towards the door, then just sat there for a moment, holding his cock pointed up at me, with a look of concentration on his face. While I half knew what he was waiting for, when that stream first came out and splashed against my chest, it made me gasp in surprise. I kept my mouth and eyes closed as he moved the stream to hit my face, letting the foul smell fill my nostrils as his piss soaked through my hair. He ordered me to open my mouth though, so I had no choice but comply, letting the golden liquid flood into my mouth, making me cough and choke as I swallowed some, and pushed some out, letting it rush over my chin and down my neck. He lent backwards and pulled his dick so that his stream went over him, soaking his shirt and turning it yellow, while it run down his body and back onto me.
The sound of the rushing liquid and the feel of it over my body made it impossible to ignore my own need any longer. Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait any longer; he placed his spare hand on the bulge of my jock and told me to start, which I did instantly, with a moan of pleasure that took me by surprise. An incredible jolt shot through me, making me flinch and I finally felt myself release as the suited man rubbed and squeezed my bulge. He was still coating me with his own piss, but I was barely even aware of it as I soaked my jock from the inside out. It was drenched within seconds, and the man’s hand slipped beneath my jock, freeing my cock and allowing my stream to flow freely over us. He took hold and directed my stream, first letting it flood over me, covering me in as much my own as his as a puddle formed beneath us.
As his own stream ended, he lent back once more, directing mine over him, over his face, letting it wash over, before opening his mouth and drinking some of it down. He let it fill his mouth before releasing my cock, letting it go freely between us as he lent forwards again, lowering himself right down to my face. I opened for it as he spat out my own piss into my mouth. The feeling rippling through my body from my release had turned the bitter taste from something disgusting to something incredible, and I thrust my face up to his, letting him take me in a deep kiss and pulled our bodies together as the last of my stream finished between us.
I’d grown rock hard while pissing, and could feel his pressing against me as well, but he didn’t wait long to deal with it. He broke the kiss and pushed himself off me once my stream had come to an end. Moving to the side, he took hold of my jock and pulled it off in one swift movement. He brought it up to my face and, before I could even think to react, I found the drenched cloth being shoved into my mouth, the taste of my piss once more ripe on my tongue. I knew better than to take it out or protest, though before I even got a chance, he grabbed me by the hip and flipped me over onto my stomach. Taking both hips in hand and positioning himself behind me, he pulled my ass into the air, forcing me onto my hands and knees, then moved one hand to my neck, shoving my upper body back to the ground, forcing my face into the puddle that had formed beneath us.
His hand returned to my hips, and I felt something soft probing against my hole as his tongue licked down my ass then pressed into it. I whimpered as it slipped in, wanting but unable to take my cock in hand. He went straight in deep with his tongue; I hadn’t been in The Brick long, but I could already tell that this was the only lube I’d be getting today, so I moaned my pleasure, letting him take as long as he wanted coating my hole with his spit. The taste of my soaking jock was incredible. I sucked out the piss and swallowed it down. The smell of it was thick in the air, and my hair was soaked from being forced to the ground.
Finally, his tongue slipped out my ass for the last time, and I felt him reposition, pressing the head of his cock right against my ass as his hand once more took me at the neck, holding me to the ground. The Warden and his clients had removed any illusion of shyness I had about this, and I pushed my ass backwards, forcing his cock into me as I let about a muffled moan of pleasure into my jock. The man grunted his pleasure, taking the hint that he didn’t need to go slow and started pushing deep into me. It hurt a bit, but my need to cum and to make him cum drowned out any complaints my ass had.
Before long, he was as deep as he could get, and his heavy balls slapped against me as he thrust in and out, grunting and breathing heavily as he did. I could tell he’d been waiting as long as I was forced to, and in more ways than one. I bucked my hips backwards into him, making each thrust slam as hard as possible as his moans got louder and louder. His grip on my neck weakened as he grew closer, and I was able to push myself up enough so that I could slip my arm underneath me, taking my cock in hand and pumping it, feeling myself approaching as well.
With a few final, slow but hard thrusts into my ass, the suited man let out a mighty moan of pleasure as he climaxed, pumping his heat into me. The feeling was enough to send me over the edge as well and I let my own muffled moan escape me as I felt my balls twitch and empty down my shaft, shooting my cum over my hand and onto the floor beneath me. He thrust a few more times into me, making sure that every shot had been fired, before pulling out and letting go of me, letting my exhausted body fall into the cuddle of piss and cum beneath me.
I heard him moving around behind me as I laid in my post-orgasmic haze and mess. He clearly wanted nothing more from me though, and I heard him leave soon after. I had no choice but to wait till the Warden came to get me at the normal showering time before I was allowed to leave. Apparently I was smirking as badly as ever when he came in and pulled me off the ground.
