The Brick: Chapter 9

Disclaimer: This is complete fiction. Any resemblance to other works, or real people is purely coincidental.

WARNING: This chapter contains ‘hardcore’ fetishes done in a fairly unsafe fashion. Please take proper precautions if doing this in real life. My characters can’t suffer negative consequences, you can.

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The Wardens hand brushed over my bare ass, it was only a soft touch but I winced as I looked down at it; it was discoloured with bruising from yesterday and hurt almost as much as it had when it was being abused. I laid on my stomach on the bed, the only position I’d found that didn’t put any pressure on it. It felt like it was radiating heat to the point that I was impressed it wasn’t literally glowing. “Heh.” The Warden began to speak. “Poor li’l Yelp.” He slapped my left cheek, softly but when it was that sensitive soft and hard didn’t really make a difference. They both got me whimpering equally as I flinched. “Didn’t know what you were getting into with that client, eh? Well, don’t worry; he’s done this enough times for me to plan accordingly.” He reached forwards and ruffled my hair. “You’re not scheduled for anything else for now, so just hang around here and try not to move too much.”

He stood up off the bed and walked over to the bookshelves, looking to ponder over them for a moment before pulling a book off the top shelf and throwing it, landing next to me on the bed. “Here, read or something. ‘Keep your mind sharp’ and all that. Some clients like a ‘cultured prisoner’.” His voice was full of sarcasm as he grinned at me. “A prisoner who can talk about… I donno, whatever it is they find worth talking about, I guess. And by ‘talk about’, I mean ‘tell the client how fascinating all his opinions are’.” He laughed and said his goodbyes before leaving me alone in my cell. I looked briefly at the book but couldn’t even bring myself to move my arm to pick it up, I still felt so exhausted. I closed my eyes again.

Sometime later, they flickered open. I wasn’t sure how long it had been, but my ass didn’t seem to hurt as much now – though it still felt hot and throbbed with a low buzz of pain. It was enough that I could actually lie on my back again though, so I rolled over, grabbing the book the Warden had left, holding it above me. It was a book on monarchies… Thrilling. I put it down again and decided staring at the ceiling would probably be more entertaining. “Knock knock.” A voice from the outside of my cell said. I pushed myself onto my elbows to see a guy – another prisoner, as shown by his ‘uniform’ – standing at the gate, smiling at me. I’d seen him a few times but not spoken to him before; he was a short, skinny guy with puffy hair and a fringe in a colour of blonde that could only be obtained by dyeing. He slipped the gate open and walked into the room.

“Welcome to The Brick, I suppose. I keep wanting to speak with you but not had the chance. Now seems a good time though.” He said as he reached the bed, speaking and walking with a noticeably effeminate manner. He instantly put his hands on my shoulders as he invited himself on, straddling my waist. He nudged me back down onto my back, leaned in close and smiled. I felt my body freeze up, still not used to how ‘forward’ people were here. He gently nuzzled his nose against my cheek. “I was talking with the Warden.” He told me in between very gentle nips of his teeth against the skin of my jaw. “Heard you might not be working for a few days, so I asked him if I could make myself known.”

His hands travelled up my chest, briefly pinching against my nipples before moving up to the point where it met my neck. “He seemed enthusiastic about the idea. Thought I could maybe give you a quick crash course in something you might be encountering here. Your name is ‘Yelp’, right?” I nodded at the question, feeling my body warm beneath his. “Do you know mine yet?” I shook my head and he grinned, and suddenly I felt his hand tighten around my neck, pressing down onto it. “Choke.” He said, simply as he began. My hands instinctively went to grab his wrists, pulling against them, but he was surprisingly strong and I couldn’t budge him. I felt myself panicking and began to struggle against him, which just made him laugh.

“Choke.” A voice echoed him, and there was a second person at the door, blocked from my vision by Chokes body. The grip around my neck loosened as Choke twisted to see that Smirk was standing there with his trademark on his face. “He’s not working for a few days because of all the bruising on his ass.” He explained, clearly not bothered by what was happening, just how. “I don’t think the Warden wanted you to help that along by covering his neck in bruises as well.” Chokes hands released my neck completely and he leaned back and he had a guilty expression on his face.

“Oh... Right.” He said, sounding slightly awkward about the realisation. I rubbed my neck gently; it didn’t hurt but felt uncomfortable and squeezed together. Choke shifted off my body down onto the bed next to me. “Alright then, sit up Yelp.” He said, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me up. He moved to sit behind me, his legs either side of my body. I looked to Smirk as he walked over to the bed, he just rubbed his hand on my cheek while still smirking, then picked up the book on Monarchy and returned it to the bookshelf. “Relax.” Choke whispered into my ear. “This way doesn’t satisfy my need for the dramatics, but it works just as well, I suppose…”

His hands came up and pulled me against him as one clasped over my mouth and the other pinched my nose, cutting my air supply off much more effectively than the hands around my neck did. I tried to gasp but he’d completely sealed the flow, so I grabbed his wrists again. He held on tight and Smirk sat down on the bed beside us. His hand rubbed the inside of my thigh as he said “Don’t panic, Yelp.” With a smile. “Just hold his wrists and tap once you start running out of air.” At his encouragement, I loosened my grip against Chokes wrists and tried to calm down, but my heart was pounding in my chest and my lungs were heaving. After a few more seconds, they started to hurt and I tapped against his wrists; he let go instantly, and I could hear him muttering something like ‘already?’ but I was too busy gasping to pay him notice.

Smirk reached up and stroked the side of my face, curling his fingers up around my ear and scratching behind it. I could tell we were supposed to continue, so after a few more breathes, I leaned back into Choke and felt his arms come around me again, clamping down onto my air paths once more. I closed my eyes and tried to relax this time, though it proved difficult. It was more comfortable now that I was expecting it, and it didn’t feel as scary. I felt something pressing against me, near the bottom of my back; Choke clearly enjoyed his work. I let out muffled whimpers as my lungs started to hurt and I could feel my head getting lighter, forcing me to tap out again, gasping for air as choke instantly released me. I was grateful for his timeliness, feeling his hands rub gently against my back as I sucked in each breath.

I looked at Smirk who was grinning, enjoying the show while still resting his hand on the inside of my thigh. Chokes hands came upon me for the third time, sealing off my air till my lungs started to burn then releasing me. I heard them calling me a ‘good pup’ and praising me, but my mind was beginning to tingle from the sensation and it was hard to focus. Choke allowed me more time to catch my breath, then clamped down on me again once I’d reached a somewhat normal pattern. This time, as I slowly suffocated, I felt Smirks hand travel up from my thigh onto the bulge of my jock. The control of my air hadn’t been turning me on, but the second I felt his hand against me, I felt myself growing in response as the foggy sensation started to grow more enjoyable.

When Chokes hands released again, my body heaved with my gasp, feeling the most bizarre sensations flashing through me. I felt myself harden entirely and slip out of the confines of my jock, making Smirk laugh and pull the item down my thighs, giving him better access. As I regained my breath, he took hold of me, cock in one hand and balls in the other, squeezing both gently and slowly pumping me. Choke kissed and nipped on my neck, and I twisted my head to let him kiss me on the lips. My body had grown warm, I noticed, and I was starting to feel dizzy. Choke didn’t continue till my body had normalised again, and when his hands finally covered my mouth again, I was excited to feel them.

As my lungs were blocked once more, Smirk lowered his head down to my cock, taking the tip softly between his lips, sucking gently. He only used smooth, slow movements, just enough so I could feel him without distracting me from Choke. I felt his tongue trail down the underside of my shaft as my chest started to hurt once more, and his lips were pressed against my balls, sucking and kissing as I finally tapped out. It continued like this for some time, with Choke stopping and starting, sometimes leaving longer gaps between turns, allowing me to fully stabilise before continuing. All the while, Smirk would slowly tease me, building me up at an agonising pace, using light movements against my cock and balls, and even slipping his hand between my legs, pressing a single finger up against my hole. Whenever Choke gave me a longer break, one of his hands would disappear behind me, and I’d feel the loose movements of him playing with himself.

Chokes hands came over me for one last time, as my body felt like it was burning and I could feel myself sitting right on the edge, thanks to Smirks teasing. The air slowly started to slip from me again as my lungs struggled for more. I was determined not to tap out even when my body started to struggle against my will. My head was getting lighter and lighter as my lungs burnt in pain, but every inch of me was still screaming with a light-headed pleasure. At last, I tapped on Chokes wrist. All at once, I saw Smirk slam his head down, taking into his mouth the entirety of my shaft right as the fire of my first gasp of air filled my lungs, making my body go rigid. I felt myself release instantly, pumping down into Smirks throat as I desperately continued gasping for air while my body lit up with the force of my climax.

I finally began to relax again at the end of my orgasm, allowing myself to be pulled back down into Chokes arms as I panted for air, feeling him kiss at my neck as I closed my eyes. Smirk didn’t let go of my dick till he’d cleaned it completely, but finally I felt him drop it, then the weight on the bed shifted. I opened my eyes again to see him lean in, kissing me on the lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth and letting me taste myself on him. Despite having only just woken up, I felt exhausted once more, and did nothing but lay there, whimpering as my body recovered, between the two prisoners who continued to nuzzle and kiss me, biting softly at my skin.

They soon turned their attention to each other, and moved to the space next to me in the bed, happy to let me watch as they got each other off. Watching Smirk wrap his hands around Chokes neck made me uncomfortable, but Chokes enjoyment was plain on his face. When I felt normal once more, I joined in, taking up the role of getting Choke off while Smirk continued playing with his air supply, tasting the prisoners cum for the first time. Smirk was less interested in the breath control, so once Choke had shot his, he joined me in sucking Smirk off, helping me bring him to a climax as well. We laid together for a while after that, and I felt half asleep, before the Warden came through, yelling out it being time for our daily showers.