Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69 - Part 3

“Inside,” he ordered and still on his knees the boy crawled back into the cell.
Inside Len lay expectantly on the bed.
“Here pussyboy,” he called impatiently, “keep me wet and hard,” and pussyboy crawled to the side of the bed and began to lick and suckle the weapon that so shortly had been living inside him. To one side Mr Cater removed the loose dressing gown he had been wearing and stepped out of his trainers, underneath he was naked. He stood there watching as the boy slicked and slurped the huge throbbing dick and made himself ready. Len watched through half lidded eyes as the warder stripped and began to caress his thick cock.

“Stop pussyboy,” he said throatily his voice heavy with expectation, “sit up and watch and learn.”
At this command the naked youth sat as instructed on the opposite bed. He looked with amazement at the naked warder who stood before him. He could see Carter’s seven-inch thick throbbing slimy cock as it pulsed in front of him. Carter moved forward and pussyboy could see the mans muscular back and the tight thick buttocks, but there was something wrong with the view, something he did not understand, then as Carter bent forward over Len’s cock to suck the tip, to wet it heavily, pussyboy realised what was odd, what it was that was out of place.

Sticking out from the warders’ arse was a thick black object that bobbed just as much as the warders’ head did. The warder had a huge lump sticking out from his fuckchute. Carter turned around to look at the amazed boy.

“Slowly,” he ordered, “take it out slowly, twist it as you do, so it comes out easily.”
Pussyboy looked at the warder and the object and then raised his hands questioningly.
“For fucks sake boy,” the warder swore at him impatiently, “take the fucking dildo out of my arsehole.”

Shocked into action pussyboy grasped the cool plastic of the dildo and gently tugged. The warder spasmed, “twist it you fucker,” he grunted, “twist it out.”
Pussyboy gently began to turn the object, at first there was a slight resistance and then the dildo moved. Slowly and with extreme care pussyboy pulled the dildo towards him. He had heard of such things, he’d seen them in shops, but as the dildo came into view involuntarily he gasped, he’d never seen one this big and wide. There was a slight sucking sound as the dildo was fully released and Carter grunted. Pussyboy put the offending item down, it was covered in sticky goo and as he looked back he could see a trickle of the viscous liquid ooze from Carters hole.

“Rim me boy,” instructed Cater, “get me good and wet.”
“Er,” spluttered pussyboy, the instruction beyond his youthful knowledge and experience.
“Lick his arsehole pussyboy,” snarled a grinning Len, “get his fuckchute good and ready, poke that tongue of yours right up his shitter.”

Aghast pussyboy looked from Len to the slickly grinning winking eye in front of him, the sticky goo now dribbling down to the swinging ballsac. He could not, no he could never..... he never saw the hand he was only aware of the fact that once again his head was in Len’s forceful grip and that his nose and mouth was now forced hard against the sticky mess in front of him. This was worse than licking piss from the end of Len’s cock.

“Lick,” commanded Len and obediently his slave began to slick his tongue over and around the expanse of flesh before him.
Pussyboy reluctantly relaxed into his new task and soon Carter's arsehole and the surrounding area was gleaming with the combined lubricant and spittle. Pussyboy found that the taste was not offensive, obviously the warder had cleaned himself up for this act and under Len’s instruction as he edged his tongue into the pink centre he felt the man begin to moan with lust. Pussyboy slicked and licked on for several minutes until the warder stood up.

“Now boy,” smiled Len, “you watch and learn, watch and learn,” and his grin expanded lecherously. Pussyboy could almost see Len’s eyes sparkle with anticipation.

Pussyboy sat trembling astounded as the warder now climbed onto the bed and stood astride Len, stood above the thick sky pointing tube of manflesh. Carter now began to take deep breaths and then slowly his knees bent and he began to squat down, down until his body was poised over the trembling cockhead that tumbled wave and wave of expectant pre-cum.

“Watch boy” grunted Carter as he felt beneath him with one hand to point the cockflesh in the right direction, then holding his balls clear with the other he began to lower himself on the impaling tube. Pussyboy watched amazed and open-mouthed as the slick thick cockhead that had so recently slid down his throat, which now twitched and ached at the memory, slipped slowly, grudgingly inside the warders’ rectum.