Delmore Chapter 2
(This is probably the shortest chapter I've written so far. I'm already working on chapter 5. There's not really any sex in this one.
It's setting up for the next two which are building in intensity. I hope you enjoy). Please remember to donate to Nifty.
I followed the naked white officer into the break room and couldn't help but notice that he had a nice ass. Wait, was I looking at a dude's ass?
And appreciating it? Have I changed this much in such a short amount of time? Clearly, Washington and His friends awakened something inside of me.
The officer bent over to retrieve something out of a drawer that was low to the ground and I got a glimpse of his hole. It was gaping and there appeared to be cum around it. I wasn't really surprised to see that but I imagine my face looked shocked when he turned around with a device he said was for me.
"This is your `clit cage'. The key to it will be with the shift supervisor until you are claimed. This will reinforce the fact that you only have two sex organs, your mouth and your pussy. I'm to put it on you and explain the rules before we go back out there. He rubbed some type of oil around the base and slid it around my balls and the shaft. Then he slid the shaft cover on and connected it to the base which locked together with some type of brass looking lock. He was going through the rules as he did this.
"Rule number one, obey all Black Men. This might take some type of incentive at first. For most of us it was a video of how excited we got while becoming a fuck toy for the first time. But in time, this will be as natural for you as breathing.
Rule number two, we are only allowed to cum when They allow it. Though you usually won't be punished if you accidentally cum while They are fucking you.
Rule number three, we obviously serve the Black Men incarcerated here as well. They have limits and They answer to the Black Officers but we submit to Them as well. The white boys working here are thoroughly searched by our Black Bosses to make sure that the Black Inmates are not taking advantage of our obedience by bringing in contraband.
Rule number four, you will support the BNWO. That is the Black New World Order. They rule over us white boys. In time, this will feel natural to you, just submit. This facility is one of a few experiments of BNWO and I imagine this is what the whole world will look like in time.
Rule number five, the only time we should be making eye contact with Them is while sucking Their dicks. Otherwise we look at the floor unless instructed to look elsewhere. Speak only to answer Their questions.
Occasionally we talk to each other.
Rule number 6, know how to present yourself when ordered to do so. You will be kneeling (without resting on your legs) with your fingers interlocked behind your head. Be looking at the floor and await orders.
Any questions?"
I stood there naked, the cum from a couple of Black Men was still oozing out of my pussy, I mean ass. Was I already thinking of it as a pussy?
Cum was drying on my face and in my hair. My lips were numb and my hole was throbbing. My wrists were still red with indentions from the cuffs.
And now my dick was locked up in its "clit cage" with a lengthy rope of pre-cum hanging from it. Maybe it was after-cum. Whatever it was I was clearly still excited. But, yes, I had one glaring question in my mind.
"Dude, what the fuck? How did this happen?" The part I didn't say out loud was that I was sent here to investigate a potential problem with the staff. Not to become a sex slave. I think I was asking myself this question internally as I asked him out loud. Why did I allow it to happen and enjoy it when it did?
The white officer grinned as if he was remembering something fondly. At the time I was flabbergasted by his attitude toward this situation. He recounted, "My understanding is that it had already been that way with the inmates for quite some time. The COs (Corrections Officers)allowed it. At some point the Black COs decided to try punk one of the white COs. Apparently it took very little effort. I was transferred here six months ago and the whole staff had already been turned out by then. I was introduced into the BNWO pretty much the same way you were. Lt. Roosevelt (the shift commander) is thinking of collaring me and my wife."
I'm sure my expression gave away my surprise at his last sentence.
"Oh yes, They own her too. And if I'm being honest, when we are both serving the same Man, it's the best sex we've ever had. I'm sure you'll see what I'm saying eventually."
I hadn't even thought of my wife. Yes, I realise that's an issue in and of itself. I started picturing her getting subjected to what I had just been put through and I'll be damned if it didn't turn me on a little. Or a lot. Ok, it was a lot.
"Time for your cunt plug."
"Huh?"
"Can't be wasting any of Officer Washington's precious seed. Bend over."
I saw he had produced a butt plug from that drawer. I hesitated at first but decided it was best to play along. Though I kinda felt like I was submitting to this guy and that felt wrong to me. I think if Washington was telling me to bend over I would have without hesitation. Things to ponder on later I suppose, since I was currently focused on this dude shoving something up my ass.
He finished up by saying, "no need to wear underwear to work anymore.
Jock straps are acceptable. "
With the clit cage and the cunt plug I could not mentally escape from the physical aspect of being a bitch. I was very unhappy with the part of me that was super aroused by this. I wanted to go home so bad. I also wanted to go back out into the shift room and have my brains fucked out again. This was just my first day of this assignment. I couldn't blow my cover yet. I needed to visit the warden. Surely, he could put a stop to all of this.
To be continued...