The Blob Chapter 5: What The Do in the Dark Evan Andrews 2021
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The session with the blob left every one of the prisoners drained, especially the multiply ass-raped Paul. While the guards watched, a flock of keepers removed the exhausted boys from the chambers and, loading them on gurneys, wheeled them to the showers. Perhaps, Gary thought, they would toughen up in time, but just at present the sensation of the all-enveloping orgasms was still novel enough to be wholly debilitating. A quick scrub-down under relaxing warm water brought most of the prisoners back just enough that they could stumble from the showers to their nearby cells. Paul, unsurprisingly, still had to be wheeled, though, but the guards left him unrestrained in his cell, hoping no doubt that he had learned his lesson and would be obedient and submissive in the future. Yeah, they were wrong with that one.
That night, while most of his fellows were asleep, Gary woke unexpectedly. He opened his eyes. The lights had been dimmed to help the captives sleep, but he could make out two of the guards whose names he hadn't learned as they entered the Managerie and made their way down the row of cells. They paused at each door and gave the inhabitant an assessing once over. They passed Mark, Charlie, Paul (with a snicker), Gary himself (playing possum), and Greg, stopping at last in front of Matt's cell.
"This one's got a real pretty mouth," the first guard said.
"I wondered why you're always so keen on watching the blob feast," the second guard said. "I knew you had a streak of perv in you."
The first guard smiled.
"Yeah? Well I notice you didn't say no when I suggested we visit the Managerie for some extracurricular fun."
"Busted," the second guard admitted.
"And this one hasn't been done yet," the first guard said, piling on the inducement.
"Done?" Gary wondered. "Yet?"
"Okay then," the second guard said, "Then I guess tonight we're gonna give virgin pussy boy his first mouthful of cock."
Gary cringed. Not only was he listening to the guards planning to face-rape Matt, he was also powerless to do anything about it. Nor was there any way now that he could avoid being a witness to the crime. There was no way he could just fall back asleep now.
The guards opened the door to Matt's cell, and they both stepped inside. Matt was asleep, curled up on his side in a ball as usual. They fell on the boy, overpowering him in a moment, and one clasped a hand over the young mouth.
"Keep quiet, boy," the first guard hissed, "And do what you're told, and you won't get hurt. Nod if you understand."
Matt paused for half a second and nodded. He'd done the math and clearly realized he had no option but to comply. The guards hauled him to his feet and drug him out into the space between the rows of cells. Forcing the young man to his knees, the first guard tore open his pants and extracted seven inches of dick. Matt's face was a mask of terror.
"See this dick, boy?"
Matt nodded mechanically.
"Well, it's time for you to learn to be a cocksucker. Open your mouth."
Matt stared up at the guards with pleading eyes, but he didn't detect even a hint of mercy on either man's face. Fuck, if he did refuse, they'd simply overpower him and rape his mouth with the aid of a speculum, same way they force-fed Paul. So instead the young man offered up a prayer. He felt the guard's cockhead brush his lips and made the fateful decision to open his mouth.
"Good boy," the guard said, stroking Matt's hair as he slid the tip of his cock past the lips and teeth. "Get used to the feel and the taste of hard dick filling your mouth."
Matt clearly wanted to vomit, but instead he mastered himself and prepared for the worst.
True to his word, this guard was gentle with Matt, slowing acclimatizing him to the sensation of having his mouth invaded and fucked by the fleshy steel or hard cock. And the taste. The guard went out of his way to make sure that his precum was coating the kid's tongue with every stroke.
Gary had once upon a time tasted his own cum (never anybody else's naturally), and he didn't see the big attraction. It was salty, and his had been bitter until he had learned how his diet could affect the way his jizz tasted. He'd changed his diet immediately on the assumption that any girl that gave him head deserved as tasty a reward as he could manage. And hell, if he could get it tasting really good, she might even blow him again, or tell her friends. But he was drifting, and the guard was still rodding Matt's mouth.
"Use your tongue, boy," the first guard said. "The more you turn me on the more lube I'll make for when I take your throat."
"Throat?!" Gary thought, "Oh, Jesus."
No matter how "kind" these bastards were being right now (The first guard had passed Matt's mouth over to his buddy so he too could enjoy some sweet amateur cocksucking too), they were still planning to skull-fuck the poor kid.
"What a good boy," the second guard crooned, "What a good cocksucker. Now relax the back of your mouth, the top of your throat. I'm going deeper."
Matt gagged and retched every time the guard's blunt cockhead hit his uvula. His body jerked, trying to escape the violation, but the guards had the advantage. They persisted in forcing dick into the back of his mouth, and gradually Matt sufficiently mastered his throat to be able to allow the guards' cocks the full access they demanded. (Gary was a revolted as he was impressed by the kid's ability.) Matt's eyes were closed, but tears ran down his innocent face as he allowed long inches of male fuck-meat full access to his throat and the right to pound it like a pussy. When they got out of this, Gary was sure Matt was going to be in therapy for a long time as he learned to cope with the guards having turned him into their submissive suck-whore.
The guards were getting their patience's worth, though. They traded Matt's face back and forth for a while, praising the kid as he became more and more proficient at taking cock.
Okay, boy," the first guard said at last, "It's time for your final exam. I'm going to really dick your face now, and you're going to take it, and you're not going to make a fuss. That means no fighting and no screaming. You're just going to take my cock, and take it, and take it, until I pump a gallon of jizz down into your stomach. Got it?"
Matt forced his eyes open. Looking up the length of the man's cock as it plunged into his mouth and up the man's uniformed body, he saw there was no escape and nodded.
"Good boy," the guard said.
"Poor bastard," Gary thought.
The guard, true to his word, in an instant switched from considerate mentor to demanding breeder. He grabbed Matt by his curly hair and, holding him in place, began to pound his face. The second guard stood right behind Matt, his thumbs pushing on pressure points holding the kid's jaws open.
True to his word, Matt didn't put up a fight. Sobbing and praying still, he rode with the abuse and opened himself to the guard's violent rape of his oral tract. Between spit, snot, and the guard's precum, a flood of semi-transparent goo ran unchecked out of Matt's mouth. The drool caught in his boy-beard until there was too much, and then a cascade of skull-fuck slime dripped onto his chest, his cock, and the floor. In that order.
"Fuck," Gary thought, and automatically he reached for his cock.
The second guard caught the motion in his peripheral vision and looked over at the voyeuristic prisoner.
Smiling wickedly, he said, "Take notes, blondie. It'll be your turn soon."
The threat ought to have sent Gary retreating into a corner, but Matt had done something like that, and it clearly hadn't done him any good. Instead, the blond leaned back against the wall, wrapped his hand around his eight inches, and beat his meat as he watched his fellow prisoner get fucked like a whore. The first guard came, and the second guard took his place, Gary was taking mental notes of how the guards fucked face, noting how they got more and more frantic as they crested before finally fed Matt his midnight snack of hot cum.
The guards pulled Matt to his feet again and, as Gary came blowing his wad onto his abs, they shoved Matt back down onto his bed. Fuck, the blond thought, how was it that they had been able to keep up their oral rape so long.
"Endurance," he thought as the guards left the Managerie. As he slid back down onto his back he knew he'd need to master endurance and submission if he were going to get through this ordeal with the minimum of trauma.
When he looked back later, he realized how naïve that assumption had been.