The Brick: Chapter 5

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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“Now then…” The Warden said as he looked at me from his chair, sat by his desk, turned to the side to face me. I was knelt down in front of him, shivering slightly, dressed only in my uniform jockstrap. Smirk had woken me up no more than ten minutes ago, and pulled me out of bed, barely giving me enough time to use the toilet and wake myself up before he dragged me out of our cell and into the office. The Warden had been there waiting for us, expecting us. Now he had his hand on the back of Smirks head; Smirk had his back to me, kneeling between the Wardens legs, sucking his cock. I wondered if seeing him do that was supposed to bother me – it did slightly, though I felt less bothered, more impressed and shocked that Smirk could easily force his way so far down the Wardens meat. On his furthest gulps, he got within two inches of the base of the cock. Even more impressive was how infrequently he had to stop completely for air. “… What are we going to do with you, li’l Gimp?”

I shifted uncomfortably; partly because my knees hurt and partly because I could feel myself hardening inside my jock while I watched Smirk work. He pointed out his ass as he worked - something I figured he was doing deliberately to wind me up even more – it was perfectly framed by the straps of his jock and, due to the way he knelt, his cheeks were spread enough to expose his hole to me. My eyes flickered from his ass, to his work, to the Wardens face, where I tried to maintain my sight, but it was proving very difficult. If the Warden noticed, he didn’t seem to mind though, seeming somewhat distracted by Smirks skill. His clothes were slightly more conservative today; he wore normal, dark blue jeans which he only opened once Smirk had knelt between his legs. He also had on a white shirt, unbuttoned and open, with a harness on underneath; much smaller than the one he wore yesterday, only four straps which went around his chest, one under and one over each arm. His boots were chunky, shiny black pair.

He lifted Smirks head off his cock, and directed the waiting mouth to his balls instead, before looking back at me. “I still can’t think of a damn name for ya.” He said. I couldn’t quite tell if he was actually annoyed by that or not. “Maybe ‘Mute’ or something, since you know how to keep your damned mouth shut when it’s not being used.” He looked down at Smirk, and I thought I heard Smirk let out a little laugh between sucking and licking noises. The Warden turned his attention back to me. “But then you do whimper so sweetly as well… You couldn’t be easy, like the others could you. I knew what to call Smirk pretty much the second I laid eyes on him.”

“But then…” He turned his head to the desk, reaching his hand out and grabbing something that I couldn’t quite see from my position, though I heard a little metal jingle. “I do have one idea.” He looked back to me and, with his other hand, pointed down to the space at his side. “C’mere, li’l Gimp.” He said in an almost sing-song fashion. I knew not to stand, so I lent down on my hands and crawled over towards them, stopping next to Smirk, who looked at me out the corner of his eye, smiling as he sucked on one of the Wardens balls. I couldn’t help but think about would it would be like to share the Warden with him, and licked my lips at the thoughts while my jock grew even less comfortable in its tightness.

I looked up to the Warden, who cupped my chin with his hand. “Even when you’re thinking about such sinful things,” he said as if he had read my mind. I heard Smirk laugh again. “You still manage to look so damn innocent.” I felt myself blush at that, which made an evil grin spread over the Wardens face. He moved his hand from my chin to Smirks shoulder, gently pushing him away from his cock. Smirk moved to a normal kneeling position, looking at me with his trademark on his lips, unbothered by the fact that most of his chin was covered in spit. The Warden turned in his chair to face me, and I thought he was going to pull me down to his cock, but instead, he did his jeans back up, picked up the thing on his desk that I couldn’t see and brought it down to my neck.

It was a dogs collar. I was pretty sure it was the same one I’d worn over my rubber suit yesterday, though I never got a good look at it to be sure. It had a basic design; black leather, two inches thick, with a standard clip and two metal rings on it for leads and other things to be attached. The Warden fastened it tightly around my neck. “This’ll do, for now at least.” He said once he finished. He put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair as if I were a child, before turning back to Smirk. “Right then Smirk, I’m sure you’ll have no problems looking after the mutt while I get some things sorted, will you?” Smirk shook his head. “Some ground rules; he can’t speak. If he needs to say something, he can work out how to do it in those cute little whimpers of his. He can’t stand unless he’s using the toilet. He has to crawl. And,” He picked a second object off the desk; the lead. “when you’re not in the cell, he has to be on his lead.” Clipped the lead onto my collar then held the handle out for Smirk, who took it. “If he breaks any of these rules, you punish him and you punish him good, or I’ll punish you. You get all that?”

“Yes, Warden.” Smirk said happily, clearly completely comfortable with the idea of ‘punishing’ me. I was less comfortable, and my whimper should it. They both just looked at me with damn near identical smirks on their faces. With a gesture of his hand, the Warden told Smirk to stand. He started walking me back towards the personal cells while the Warden stood and headed towards the filing cabinet. I heard him rummaging through it and muttering something about ‘pads’ as we passed through the gate. My knees and hands quickly started to ache against the hard floors of The Brick, but Smirk walked slowly for me. I was fully aware of the eyes peering at me from within the other Prisoners cells. All eight were back in their cells now, and some were still asleep, but I still turned bright red, and didn’t dare turn my head to see who was and wasn’t looking, keeping my sight fixed firmly in front of me.

Eventually, we reached our own cell and I rushed in – or, at least moved as quick as I could in that position – and Smirk followed me in, sliding the gate closed behind us and unclipping my lead once more. Inside, I suddenly became aware that I had no idea what to do with myself. I couldn’t decide if it was stranger that I couldn’t walk or talk, or that I’d accepted these rules with no more protest than a whimper. I slumped down in the middle of the cell and looked at Smirk, feeling lost, but he sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him. With a smile, I crawled over to the bed, and awkwardly squabbled my way up onto it.

Though my hands didn’t hurt too much, I decided they hurt enough to be worth holding up to Smirk, and let out a little whimper, while trying to hold a sad expression on my face. I doubt it looked convinced, but Smirk laughed and look my hands in his, kissing each palm and saying “Poor little doggy.” It sounded strange, yet I couldn’t help but grin as he kissed each palm a second time, then leant forward and kissed me on the lips. Letting go of my hands, he pushed me down onto the bed, lying above me as he continued kissing, one arm wrapped around me and the other on my chest. I took hold of the one on my chest and pulled it downwards towards my bulge, to which he had no complaints. He took hold of my jock and began to rub my cock through it, making me let out a moan into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

His hand moved down further, between my legs and to my bare ass, where his fingers slipped between my cheeks and pressed against my hole, making me break the kiss and gasp my enjoyment. As I did though, my stomach made a noise of its own, rumbling loudly and reminded me that I hadn’t eaten a thing since before coming to The Brick. Smirk started laughing at it as my face turned bright red. He pulled away from me, sitting up in bed. “I suppose we should eat something, if the Wardens planning what I think he’s planning.” I almost asked him what the Warden was planning, and got half a ‘wh’ out of my mouth, but the sudden stern look Smirk gave me instantly shut my mouth. He answered the unasked question any way, though not the way I would have liked.

“You’ll find out, soon enough.” He said in a teasing fashion as he stood up. Walking towards the gate, he said he’d be back in a few minutes with some breakfast, then left through it and through the heavy metal door that I wasn’t allowed to go through yet. I laid back while I waited, and slid a hand down my stomach to my bulge, taking hold of it and playing. It didn’t feel as good as I thought it would, and that little voice that had told me so many horrible things during my inspection spoke up once more. ‘Y’know it’s not as good as when Smirk and the Warden touch you.’ It told me, and it was right. I let go of myself and held my hands above my head, staring at the ceiling, remembering Smirks hands instead. I wondered to myself when he’d be able to ‘break me in’, as he referred to it.

I’d grown so bored of waiting by the time Smirk came back that I’d started counting the strange marks in the ceiling, trying to work out what they were. He brought with him a tray, on which there were two bowls of cereal, some toast and some fruit. Under his arm he held a wash bag, which nearly got me to speak again but I managed to force it into a confused look instead. “You’ll see.” He said once more in a way that made me consider smacking him. “Warden gave me some more orders. Says I’ve got to get you looking presentable.” I wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean, but as he put the tray down on the bed, I suddenly stopped caring about anything else, and started eating without invitation.

I demolished it quickly enough, afterwards laid together for a while as I heard the other prisoners moving about, some walked past our cell and through the heavy metal door, or they’d be talking to each other in hushed voices, or getting ready for clients. Smirk made no mention of when I’d have to start serving clients, and I couldn’t help but think about it. I thought of my spanking, and what I saw of Buck, and Smirks story about his experience in his private cell. I could feel my nerves growing and curled up against Smirk. The little voice in my head told me how much I’d love it, but this time, I didn’t believe him.

Eventually, Smirk told me it was time for the Wardens orders. He let go of me, getting off the bed and grabbing the wash bag. I went to crawl onto the floor, but he told me I could stand for this bit. He opened the bathroom door and told me to come in with him. The room was small, but there was enough room for both of us to move freely, just about. It only contained a toilet, a sink and a little mirrored cabinet which had toothbrushes, soap and the like inside. A small towel also hung on a hook by the sink. He dropped the wash bag on the side of the sink and put the plug in, filling it up with hot water. While he waited, he turned to me and asked me what was the difference between our bodies.

I looked at his, then at mine; there were a lot of differences. His skin was a sweet olive shade that I’d always loved, while mine was just dull and plain. He had visible muscles while I didn’t. He had longer hair on his head while I actually had bod- and then it hit me. He must have seen the realisation on my face, as he laughed and unzipped the wash bag. From it he pulled out an electric shaver, some standard, hand razors, a can of shaving gel and a wash cloth, emptying them all out around the sink and shutting off the hot tap. He then turned to me again. “Jock off.” He told me. I let out a nervous whimper, but did as I was bid, dropping my jock down to my ankles and kicking it to one side. He took me by the wrist and pulled me to stand by him next to the sink, and picked up the electric shaver.

“This’ll get rid of the long hairs, then the hand razors are for the short hairs. I mean, I could do it all with the shaver, but the hand razors are better.” I let out another little whimper. “Don’t worry! If I can do this to myself without cutting, I’m sure I can do it to you.” There was nothing in that that settled my nerves, but I gulped and nodded. The buzz of the shaver when he clicked it on went right through me and made me flinch. He wasted no time, bringing it straight down to my stomach. I wasn’t that hairy; there was nothing on my chest or ass, it was just my snail trail and cock that had any amount of it, and even that wasn’t much. I winced and closed my eyes as it pressed against me, instantly beginning to cut off the hair beneath my belly button, but it didn’t feel so bad. In just a few short movements, my stomach looked completely bare, though when I looked closer, I could still see the stubble that would be for the hand razors.

Smirk moved his hand downwards to my cock, and the vibrations tickled me while he worked. He held my cock and balls in one hand while he shaved the area above it, and I couldn’t help but start to harden in his grip, which he smiled out, not taking his eyes off the points he worked on. Eventually, the area was clear, and he then carefully trimmed around the shaft and balls, but never going directly onto them. As he worked, he explained that the skin there was too sensitive for an electric shaver, so it could only be done with the hand razors. Finally, he took hold of my cock and balls again, this time lifting them up in a slightly undignified fashion as he brought the shaver down to the bit between the balls and ass.

I’d thought he’d finished once he let go of me again, but suddenly he grabbed my arm, lifted it up and, before I could try to stop him, the shaver was against my armpit hair. I let out a wordless cry of protest as he cut that off as well, but he just responded with “Sorry, puppy. Just be glad he doesn’t want your arm and leg hair off as well.” He had the hair cleared off in a few seconds, then lifted up my other arm as well. Afterwards, he finally clicked the shaver off and put it back down. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the pile of hair around me feet. I started to kick it to one side, but Smirk said it would be ‘dealt with’ later, as he picked up the shaving gel can and squirted some into his hand.

He asked me to lift up my arms so he could do the pits first. He coated each side in the foam, and it didn’t take very long to do them both, which I was glad for. “Now begins the fun part!” He said excitedly, wide eyed with a smirk as he squirted out more gel into his hands. He slapped the gelled hand against my stomach and I yelped at how cold it was, making him laugh as he rubbed it over my stomach then down onto my cock, taking extra time to make sure it was generously spread over them. After he washed his hands off on the sink, he picked up a hand razor and, with his spare hand, guided me to lean against the wall, where he said it would be easier. I did so, and Smirk dropped to his knees in front of me, to better focus on his hand movements. I tensed up, and let out a whimper when I first felt the blades of the razor against my stomach, but there was no pain as he slid it down, just the feeling of the stubble being cut off.

I relaxed more as he continued at it, clearing my stomach of foam quickly as he pulled the razor down, then washed it off in the hot water of the sink and pulled it down again. The area above my cock went just as easily, but when he moved down onto the shaft itself, I found myself tensing again, biting on my lip as he held the tip, very carefully drawing the razor from base to tip. It was even worse when I felt him on my balls. I tried my hardest not to pay attention, but I felt him gently twisting and pulling them in every direction to get access on every side and from every angle. I didn’t notice at first, but I was whimpering by the time he’d finished, though true to his word, he didn’t cut me once.

He stood up again, dropping the razor into the sink and taking the towel nearby off its hook. He dried off his hands first, then pressed it against my stomach and cock, slowly patting it dry. He wrapped it around my cock and balls and started rubbing them. I pressed my hips forwards against it and let out a moan as I felt myself hardening in the towel. He smiled and leant forwards, kissing me softly on the lips, before pulling back again. He whipped the towel off me once more and asked, “Well, what do you think? Looks good, right?” I looked down at myself. It looked bizarre at first, but there was something undeniably hot about it. My cock, semi erect from Smirks creative drying techniques, looked much bigger than it should. I brought my hands to it, stroking one down my stomach to my shaft, which I loosely held and pumped as my other cupped around my balls, feeling their smoothness. I bit my lip and looked back up at Smirk, nodding and feeling my cheeks glow slightly redder.

“It’s not long now till the Warden will be ready for you…” he told me as he took me by the hips, making me let go of myself, and pulling me closer to him. My arousal was replaced with worry once more, and I nuzzled against Smirks neck, wishing he’d tell me what the Warden was preparing, but he didn’t let up. Instead, he said “But I think there’s still enough time for me to… y’know. Check things over. Make sure I didn’t miss anything.” I lifted my head to look at him again, and found him grinning at me. I grinned back, realising what he meant, and he took me by the wrist, leading me back into the main cell.

We laid in bed for some time after that, all of which Smirk spent cruelly teasing me. He kept me rock hard, but never brought me anywhere close to orgasm. He wouldn’t let me play with his, but instead pumped mine slowly and without mercy, gently rubbing his fingers against my glans and licking his tongue down the slit. I’d been given head before, but only by people who had never done it before, or at least didn’t have much experience. Smirk seemed to be a master of the art, flicking his tongue across my head, down the shaft and over my balls, before taking one between his lips and sucking on it, then the other, and finally working his way back up to the tip again. All the while, had brought a finger down between my legs and towards my ass, teasing my hole with it but never pushing in. Every time I got anywhere near to my climax, he’d stop and wait for me to calm down again, mocking me for my ‘telltale little whimpers’.

When I heard the metal door by our cell gate open and someone say that the Warden wanted me, I was actually happy to get away from Smirks cruelty. I looked at who it was and easily guessed that it was Smirks ‘friend from the showers’, Stud. He was a tall guy with a small black Mohawk, and his name was no over exaggeration; his body seemed full of metal. He had a nose stud, snakebites in his lips and one of his eyebrows was pierced. On the lobes of both ears he had tunnel piercings that were at least big enough to fit a finger through. One ear was bare asides from that, but the other had multiple loops going down the top of the shell, connected by a chain. Lower down, he had a strange piercing in one of his nipples, shaped like a sun in which the pierced nub was the centre. His belly button was pierced as well, and though I couldn’t see what was there through the jock, I could tell just from the irregular bumps that his cock hadn’t escaped the needle either.

He was clearly amused by my examining all his metal with my jaw hanging slightly open, and had a conversation with Smirk about something I wasn’t paying attention to while he waited for me to stop. At last, he headed off once more and Smirk stood up, quickly going into the toilet and grabbing my jock, throwing it at me to put on while he picked up the discarded lead. The sound of the click it made as he attached it to my collar brought me back to reality. My heart started to thump in my chest when I realised that it was actually time to go to the Warden. The lead reminded me that I had to crawl, so I got off the bed and onto my hands and knees. Smirk led me out of the cell and along the corridor towards the office. Only Smirk and one other prisoner who I didn’t look at were in their cells as we went past, and I was too focused on my immediate future to feel embarrassed by my position.

We entered the office, but it was empty, with no sign the Warden, or any changes at all since we left. Smirk guided me to the gates leading to the private cells opening them and letting me pass through. He led me towards the one private cell with no name and stopped in front the door, bending down and unclipping my lead once more. I looked up at him, puzzled, but realised just before he said it. “I’m not going in with you.” He told me, and the words made me feel suddenly cold and exposed. “At least, not at first.” He winked. He opened up the door to the private cell and indicated for me to go in. I took a deep breath, and finally, I managed to urge myself forwards, through the door, and heard it slam shut behind me.