The Brick: Chapter 6

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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The Warden was waiting inside for me, he stared me down once I entered. I sat on my heels, not daring to do anything without instruction. He no longer wore the casual clothes from this morning, but still had on the black boots and chest harness, which framed his bulking muscles well. He also wore tight, black leather shorts with red stripes going down the sides, and a zip running down his crotch and through his to allow easy access to certain parts. He was a sight to behold, and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel tingles of attraction to the sight, even through my fear. The green camo-bag sat by his leg, unzipped and full of various objects. Beyond that, the room was empty but for a few lamps hanging from the ceiling.

He finished staring me down, and pointed to the floor in front of him. I crawled over to him, which felt like it took forever. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I went, his face as unwavering and expressionless as stone. I sat on my heels once more once I reached his feet, waiting for further orders as my heart thumped hard in my chest and I hoped that my heavy breathing wasn’t visible. He stared down at me for a long while, but eventually he moved his hands, bringing them to the sides of my head. I winced as they moved, convinced he was about to strike me, but instead, they settled softly on either side, fingers curling through my hair just above my ears. The way his fingers moved felt odd, yet somehow relaxing. He was stroking me, and scratching softly. It took me by surprise so much that I let out the tiniest of whimpers, which sounded more like a purr.

As I relaxed, my head drifted towards him, and he allowed me to come to rest on his leather bound hip, nuzzling into the bulge of his crotch. He stopped stroking, and held my head softly there with one hand, while the other traced down my face, along my jaw and hovered over my mouth, where I instinctively kissed it, not really knowing why. Afterwards, his fingers made a gesture that I thought meant to stand. I looked up to him for confirmation, to which he just did the gesture again, before holding his hand out for me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. Once standing, he looked me over, running his hands down the sides of my chest and across my stomach, clearly checking to make sure I was properly shaven. Once convinced, he smiled and nodded his approval. At this point, he finally spoke. “Enjoying your first morning, li’l puppy?” I nodded at the question, grinning stupidly, which made him grin again as well.

“And you’re enjoying being a puppy, li’l puppy?” I nodded again. I wasn’t really sure what he meant by ‘being a puppy’, but I had found a strange amusement in trying to communicate with only whimpers, and I was getting quite used to having to crawl everywhere. “Good.” He said slowly. “We had a puppy here till recently.” He told me. “Massive guy; even bigger than me. Bulkier, as well. We called him ‘Glad’. Short for Gladiator. I don’t think the name would quite suit you though, would it, li’l puppy?” I shook my head at the question. He then began to answer the question I hoped he would. “Glad got sold, in case you were wondering.” What he said, and the casual way in which he said it, made me suddenly uncomfortable, which must have been apparent on my face. “Oh, don’t worry. It was to one of my most trusted, regular clients; a good man. He even brings Glad back occasionally. Once they hear that there’s a new pup in town, they’ll probably wanna meet you too.”

“But that’s another day.” He continued, turning around and bending down to pull something out the bag behind him. He turned back to me, but didn’t show me what he’d got. “Today is today. And do you know why you’re here today?” I shook my head at the question. “To get named.” He answered for me, as if it were the most obvious, day-to-day occurrence. “With people like Smirk and Glad and Stud, their names were obvious from the start. But you’re proving difficult. If I can’t think of a name for you soon, it might start to bug me. And believe me,” he said, suddenly glaring. “You don’t want to bug me.” He glared me down, and I felt shivers shoot through me. As I whimpered though, he suddenly smiled again. “Ah, calm down. I should call you ‘Whimp’, given how easy it is to scare ya. Don’t really like the sound of that though.”

He held out the thing in his hand at last; they looked like fingerless gloves, but they had strange padding and plastic under the palms and up the wrists. “Protective gloves.” He told me. “First thing we’re going to do is make sure there really is a pup in you, and if you’re going to be spending your life at The Brick crawling around on your hands and knees, you’re gonna need some support. I’m not so cruel that I’d wish broken joints on you now… Though it’s more because I don’t want to take you to a hospital, if I’m perfectly honest.” He grinned. I wasn’t entirely sure if he meant it as a joke or not, so I just awkwardly smiled at it. At his order, I held out my hands and he slipped the gloves onto them, then went into his bag once more. He stayed on one knee as he fastened knee pads of a similar design to the gloves around my legs, then stood up again, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me down as he did.

I could feel the improvements the equipment offered immediately. I felt much steadier and there was less pressure against my wrists and knees, making it much more comfortable. I could tell that I’d be able to move much easier with these on. “That better?” The Warden asked, I looked up at him and nodded with a smile. He grinned back and squatted down so he was at face level with me again. “Alright then, next step. You’ve got the whimpering part of talking like a dog down, but no more o’ that nodding and shaking your head. Dogs bark.” He stated. “Can you bark for me? And I said bark. Don’t say ‘woof’. ‘Woof’ is a word and you don’t want to know what I’ll do if I hear you speaking.”

I hesitated, and I could feel my face blushing. I wasn’t entirely sure how he wanted me to ‘bark’, but he simply stared at me, and I got the feeling that nothing was going to happen till I made some sort of noise. Mustering my courage, I managed to force out a small ‘arf’ noise, that probably sounded less intimidated than a chiwawa. “Well…” He said, clearly trying not to laugh. “That’s… That’s definitely… A start. But eh… Glad told me once that the key to a good bark is that you’re not speaking; you’re using your full throat, and you’ve really got to growl into it. Try again, and be aggressive about it; I promise I won’t get scared.” He mocked. I breathed deep, feeling my throat move and thinking I knew what he meant. Sort of. With some force of my throat, I threw out a sound that was much deeper, and sounded a lot more like an actual bark. It wouldn’t fool anyone, but it was close enough to make the Warden smile, so I did it again, and a third time, each one sounding a bit better. I felt ridiculous, but the Warden clearly didn’t mind.

“Ha! That’s it.” He said, bringing a hand up and stroking through my hair with it. “You can work on that later, but you’ve got the gist of it. Next step.” He turned and reached into the bag once more, and pulled something small and green out. As he held it up, I felt silly just looking at it; it was a tennis ball, and I could easily guess what was going to happen. Without a word, the Warden threw it, just hard enough to roll to the far side of the room. For a moment we stared at each other again, as we had when he asked me to bark, but there would be no more letting up here than there was then. So I made myself move forwards, awkwardly towards the ball. As I did, the Warden stood up and moved the bag over to one side of the room, where he waited for me.

The gloves and pads did make movement much easier, and without the pains in my arms and legs, I found myself much more agreeable as I got closer to the ball. As I reached it, I heard the Warden speak again. “No hands.” He told me. “It should be small enough to pick up with your mouth – it’s not full sized.” I stared down at it for a moment, then eventually lowered my head to it; it was just small enough for me to pick up, though I had to push my jaw as wide as it would go to do it, which made it ache somewhat. Once I’d firmly got it between my teeth, I looked back to the Warden, who once more pointed at the floor in front of him. I felt my face glowing as I carried the ball back to him and dropped it at his feet.

Yet as he bent down to pick it up, he put one hand behind my ear again, roughly stroking me and calling me a good boy. He threw the ball again and when he sent me to retrieve it, I moved a little bit faster. On return, he’d stroke me and call me a good boy once more, before throwing it again. We kept it up, and sometimes he’d wrap his arms around me in a half hug, stroking his hands right down my back and letting me nuzzle into his neck while telling me how very good I was. Before long, I was happily going after the ball as fast as I could – and each time I felt more confident as I got used to moving like that – eager to return to him to get petted again. I still felt my face bright red, though that was partly because of how much I was moving around now, and knowing that it was just the Warden who could see me acting like this made me more comfortable; he never laughed at me while I did it, or mocked me for my actions, and just showered me with praise whenever I returned the ball to him.

The last time I returned the ball to him, he knelt down and started petting me with both hands, nudging me to lay down, then roll onto my back as he stroked his hands over my chest and stomach, and up and down my sides. It tickled and I squirmed underneath him, but I didn’t want him to stop. I was out of breath from the back and forth, and the feeling of his hands over me had me hardening in my jock, which eventually one of his hands went down to take hold of, groping my bulge and pumping my cock as I whimpered. The Warden let out a laugh as he stopped moving his hands. “Yup.” He said. “Definitely a puppy in there.” I smiled at him and stopped squirming, red faced and breathless. “There’s not much I like more than training a new puppy.”

He let go of me and stood up, getting me to go back onto my front with a command for me to kneel. “But that’s for another day.” He grabbed the tennis ball and put it back in the bag, then started digging for something else. “I’ve got to find your name.” he said as he pulled something out. “And the quickest way to do that,” he stood up and turned around, holding a coil of rope. “Is to force it out of you.” He finished with an evil grin. He walked around and knelt down behind me, grabbing my arms and holding them behind my back. I could feel him coiling the rope around my wrists and up my arms, tying them together in some intricate fashion. When he finished, he stood up again, and I saw that one long length of rope came up from my arms, which he kept hold of.

He stood in front of me again and brushed his empty hand down the side of my face to my lips once more, letting me kiss his fingers again, before he took it away. Then, with a yank on the rope, my arms went upwards, which forced the rest of me downwards to the ground with a wordless grunt of surprise. He held me there, not doing anything while I squirmed and tried to get up, but I couldn’t, and my arms started to ache in the awkward position. He moved one his feet, so it was barely inches away from my face, and commanded me to lick his boot. When I hesitated, he yanked on the rope again, and I quickly put my face to the leather of his boot as I grunted with pain again.

His boots were cleaned to a shine, but I still felt gross as I ran my tongue over the top. The taste of leather wasn’t too bad but it made my tongue and jaw ache, making me whimper as I worked. I covered the entire front area of the boot, and hoped it would be enough, but the Warden ordered me to do every single spot and moved his foot to give me better access to the sides. Soon the sides were done and I moved upwards, up his ankles as my tongue went over the tongue of the boots, then finally around to the back and down again, ending at his heel. He told me to kiss the toes once I was finished, and I did just that. He gave me a moment after that to let my mouth rest, but inevitably, I found myself being forced to do the other boot as well, in the same pattern; toes, sides, up to the ankles then down the heels and finish with a kiss. As I worked, he told me that a lot of clients liked having their shoes or feet licked, especially by puppies. He said that I wouldn’t have to deal with dirty shoes though because, in his own words, “That’s just gross.” It made me laugh, even as I worked on his.

Once I’d finished, he relaxed his hold on the rope, letting me go back up to sitting on my heels. I flexed out my arms as best I could in order to get them feeling normal again, then looked up to him. He places his empty hand on the side of my head again, stroking through my hair and scratching behind my ear. He pushed my head towards him again, and I rested it once more against his bulge, nuzzling into it and feeling its hardness. I kissed and licked at the leather, enjoying it much more than the leather of his boots, and his hand came up to the zip of the shorts, pulling it down. He pulled his 10 inch meat out and my lips instantly found its head, sucking on it, tasting the precum that was already starting to build. He allowed me control of the situation at first, continuing to stroke his hand through my hair as I licked up and down the shaft, sucked on his fat balls and toyed with the head using my tongue. I remembered the techniques used in my own earlier torment, and I’d clearly learned them quickly, as the Warden mouthed approvals of ‘Good li’l puppy’ while I worked.

Finally though, he took control once more, grabbing the sides of my head and lining up his cock with my mouth, shoving it in and down to the back of my throat in one smooth movement. I gagged on it instantly, though not as hard as I had the last time he did it. He pulled out then shoved back in again, and again. I tried swallowing in time with his thrusts and it started to become easier as he continued, though my eyes still watered and tears started to roll down my face, I managed to keep control and take every thrust, feeling him slip slightly deeper with each one. The tightness of my collar around my neck became more apparent as he continued, but I didn’t let that put me off. For a second, I forgot my arms were bound and tried to take hold of my own bulge, feeling frustrated when I remembered that I couldn’t. I felt my precum leaking into the cloth of my jock as I continued keeping my throat under control.

He pulled out of my mouth once more, and pressed me down to his balls, making me lick them as he pumped his cock. I thought he planned on cumming there, and worked as hard as I could against his sack in order to make it happen, but he pulled away before I could get him to the edge, releasing himself and my head, looking down at me and grinning. He held out his hand, pointing two fingers to my mouth, which I opened and let him slip in, closing my lips around them and sucking on them, licking my fingers around them as he moved them in and out. He pulled them out again and moved behind me, kneeling down and I suddenly felt the moistness of my own spit against my ass as he pushed his fingers against my hole.

I gasped at the feeling and instinctively bucked my hips out, pushing my ass towards him. I whimpered, chewing on my lip, when he took hold of my hip with his other hand to stead me, and continued pressing a finger right against my hole. For the first time, I felt something push into me as his finger started to stretch my hole. It started to hurt, but the Warden whispered to me, “Relax, puppy. It’ll only hurt if you keep tensing up. Breathe.” I did as he told me to, and it did help. I felt myself grow calmer once I’d taken control of my breathing, and his finger hurt much less as he continued to probe into me. It didn’t take long for it to comfortably sit inside me, and the Warden started working in a second finger, pressing the walls of my ass out and stretching me. A third finger joined soon after.

‘He’s going to fuck you.’ The voice in my head suddenly told me. The realisation took me by surprise, but I managed to keep myself relaxed as the Warden continued working on my ass. ‘He’s going to fuck you.’ The voice said again, has simply as it would tell me that the sun rised. ‘He’s going to fuck you and you’re going to love it.’ I whimpered at the thought, hoping that the Warden would think it was caused by his fingers. I still wanted Smirk to be my first, though my cock was rock hard from the Wardens teasing. ‘Smirk isn’t here.’ The voice responded to my thoughts. ‘And the Warden can do what he likes. And you’re going to let him.’ I told the voice no. I told it that I wanted Smirk, and the Warden said he’d let Smirk do it. ‘Smirk has already been fucked.’ The voice told me. ‘He told you as much. The Wardens probably fucked him as well. The Warden can take what he likes, when he likes. It doesn’t matter what he said.’

As if on cue, the fingers slipped from my ass, and I felt the suddenly much thicker press of the Wardens cock head against my hole. I made a wordless noise of surprise at the feel of it. He leaned forwards and whispered in my ear. “You want this.” It wasn’t a question, but I could tell he wanted a response. I gave him none beyond a whimper, still arguing with the voice in my head, which told me he was right. I could imagine how easy it would be to let the Warden press into me, or even to press back into him, forcing him inside me. “Tell me.” He said as I felt his hand brush over my ass cheek, and gave it a small slap. I imagined Smirk instead, an old fantasy I had of him taking me for the first time, on a beach we used to visit.

He smacked my ass again, significantly harder this time, making me shout again, this time in pain more than surprise. “Don’t ignore me.” He said in an aggressive tone. “You want this.” The voice chimed in its agreement, but again, I didn’t respond, so he hit my ass again, on the other cheek this time. The images of him or Smirk taking me kept going through my mind, along with how Smirk had been teasing me earlier, and the Wardens words from last night. Another smack was delivered to my ass, causing another shout as I felt a tear roll down from my eye. Despite my confusion and pain, I could still feel my hardness in my jock, begging for release after so much teasing. I sobbed and whimpered, wanting to ask him to stop but too scared to speak as he continued hitting my ass, alternating cheeks, demanding that I answer his impossible order, all the while keeping his cock pressed firmly against my hole and keeping me hard.

Just as I thought I was going to cry out, his attack stopped, and his cock moved away from my ass. He leaned forwards till his mouth was right by my ear. “You’re lucky, li’l puppy, that I’m just a God damned pushover.” Relief shot through me as he kissed my neck and moved away from me. I breathed heavily as the voice melted away back where I couldn’t hear it. I heard the Warden stand and move about, but I had my eyes closed to the world and couldn’t see what he was doing. I heard the door open, though, and the Warden told someone to come in, then closed it again. I felt someone behind me once more. He kneeled down, and olive toned arms wrapped around me as Smirk kissed at my neck. I instantly leaned back into him, relaxing into his arms and hearing myself sob slightly, but I stopped as Smirk made a soft shhing noise. I wondered if he’d been standing outside all that time, and guessed that he must have.

The Warden was in front of us, leaning against the wall. I looked up at him; he had a satisfied smile on his face that I couldn’t quite work out. “Well, I think I’ve got a name for you now.” As soon as he said it, I felt Smirk pinch me on the arm. I made a high pitched shout at it, to which they both laughed. “Yelp.” The Warden told me. “Sounds about right, don’t you think?” The question was directed at Smirk, who nodded enthusiastically. His mouth was half against my neck and I could feel the size of the smirk on his face. It felt almost like they’d planned it from the start. I felt angry, and still a bit confused, but being given my name made my body tingle and I couldn’t help but smile.

He stepped forwards and placed his hand on my head once more, stroking through my hair as Smirk continued to kiss and nip and suck on the soft skin of my neck. His hands slipped down my body, over my stomach and down onto my jock, groping and roughly fondling me through it. I gasped as I felt the heat of his cock press against my ass – he was rock hard. I remembered that there was a viewing hole on the door, and wondered if he’d watched the entirety of the Warden screwing with my head. The thoughts quickly became less interesting as I felt his head move right up against my hole.

The Wardens cock was still hanging out of his leather shorts and hardening quickly as he pressed it against my lips once more. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took it in as his hands held my head tighter and he started moving in and out, slowly at first. It didn’t take him long to be hitting the back of my throat once more, though he was less aggressive about it this time. I moaned whenever his cock moved into my throat, sending vibrations through it which in turn got him making noises of his own. He stopped and pulled out, just long enough for Smirk to whisper in my ear. “You ready for this?” He said as he bucked his hips gently, pushing his cock against my hole once more. I nodded franticly, wanting absolutely nothing more than for this to happen. The Warden wasted no time in refilling my mouth with meat after that.

I felt the slick of his precum against my hole as Smirk finally started to push in, his head pushing apart the ring that the Warden had loosened so well. As he did, his hand slipped beneath my jock and pulled out my cock, taking hold of it and pumping it slowly. I moaned, long and hard, much to the pleasure of the cock in my mouth. I felt Smirk push deeper into me, going to torturously slow that I bucked my hips down, trying to feel more of him inside me. Having received so much teasing, I could feel my orgasm already beginning to build up. I tried to resist it, wanting this to last as long as I could make it, though I was certain that wouldn’t be long, especially with the way Smirk played with my cock.

It started to hurt as Smirk got deeper, but he seemed to know exactly when to stop for me, and when to start again. He didn’t force it all the way to base, and began to thrust in and out once he was as deep as he could go without hurting me more. The Warden was slightly less merciful, and was happily slamming his cock down into my throat at his pleasure. It was hard to keep my throat in time with it while so much else was happening, but I managed to do it, and could feel the precum in my mouth and slicking down my throat as I grew more and more used to his abuse of it. I felt Smirks thrusts become rhythmic with the Wardens, as they moved in perfect timing, filling me with their meat then pulling out again at the same time. Even Smirks strokes against my cock were falling into time with the rest of it.

It was too much, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My moans got louder, which told Smirk all he needed to know. He tightened his grip on my cock and started pumping harder, which was enough to instantly push me over. With one loud, muffled moan around the Wardens cock, I felt my balls empty at last, and waves of pleasure crashed over me, making my body shudder. My head instantly went light and foggy, while my ass started tightening around the cock within it. Smirk continued thrusting into the tightness, and it brought him to his climax as well. He let out his own moan as I felt his heat flood up into me, filling my ass with it, which just made me moan even more as my cock pumped its last few shots out.

The Warden pulled his cock out of my mouth and took hold of it, aggressively pumping it in front of my face, bringing himself closer as well. With a moan that sounded more like a mighty roar, his cock erupted, firing wave after wave of his hot, sticky cum straight onto me, flooding through my lips, into my mouth, over my cheeks and nose and dripping down my chin. I started swallowing as it filled my mouth, revelling the sweet bitterness of its taste. I licked my lips, pulling all that I could reach into my mouth, though more than a fair share of it was out of reach. Once the Warden had fired his last shots, I took the head of his cock back into my mouth, sucking it dry of any trace of cum before he pulled out again.

I felt Smirk come from my ass, and instantly fell back into his arms. He shifted so I could finally look him in the face; he was flushed and grinning like an idiot. He kissed me on the lips, before moving to my cheek, where he used his tongue to clean the Wardens cum off my face, not stopping till he’d managed to clear it all, then brought it all to my mouth and kissed me deeply, letting the taste flood around my mouth once more. At the same time, I felt his hands at work behind me, unbinding my arms as easily as I could undo my shoe laces. Once free, I went to wrap my arms around him, but was distracted by the sound of the Warden clearing his throat with a level of politeness that could only be sarcastic. We broke our kiss and looked up at him.

Any exhaustion or flushed face he had from his orgasm was very well hidden, and he looked just as stern as he always did, though with a little smile on his lips that he couldn’t seem to hide. “I just had these cleaned, Yelp.” He stated, pointing downwards to his boots. I looked down, and saw that the fronts were covered in my own cum. I couldn’t help but laugh, and looked to Smirk, embarrassed. He simply smiled back, and nodded towards the boots again. I looked back to them, then back to him, before finally getting what he wanted. I hesitated, but he nudged me with his shoulders, urging me to do it, so I shifted, moving onto my hands and knees once more, and lowered my head down to the Wardens boots.

I’d tasted my own cum before, but it had never been as sweet as it was when I lapped it off the leather of the boots. I cleaned one completely, and as I moved to the other, I felt soft something press against my ass. I turned to look, and found Smirk had lowered his head to there, and realised that it was his tongue dipping into me. I let out a whimper, realising what he was doing, and continued to gather my own cum off the Wardens other boot. It was cleaned quickly enough as well, and feeling Smirk finish with my ass, I moved back into a sitting position and twisted round to face him. Our lips came together instantly as we shared what we had gathered, the taste of all three loads filling my mouth was like nothing I’d ever tasted before.

The Warden laughed as he zipped up his shorts, and simply said “Good job, Yelp.” He ruffled my hair as we continued our kiss, and I heard him pick up the rope and camo-bag. He told us not to stay here too long, before leaving us alone in the cell.