Rehab: Chapter 4: Night and Dayge

Rehab

Chapter 4: Night and Day

Reference had been made by the guards to punishing number 8. I remembered that later in the evening when I heard the guards coming in a group down the hallway. I’d figured out by now that the base of the cell door was a finger’s width above the floor. If I got down on the floor and twisted my head I could see shoes and shadows of traffic in the hallway. Probably become a real expert on that over the next few months.

I could tell that four or five guards were coming down the hall. They passed by me and gathered round a cell door across the hall. I could hear some whispered conversation but not pick out the words. Eventually a key rattled in the lock and the door was opened.

What was next wasn’t pretty. That I could tell by the sounds. Scuffles, grunts. Dull sounds of fists or objects striking flesh. Cursing by a male voice. More dull sounds. Painful cries by a male voice. This went on for quite a while. Evidently whoever was in number 8 was getting worked over in a rather violent fashion. It made my blood run cold, I’ll admit. I kept telling myself, “he drew blood, this isn’t a BD scene, its payback.” I kept telling myself I’d never do that, never try to do that. But it wasn’t enough and, for the first time since I’d been here I felt really frightened.

I was getting totally scared. I was thinking of how easy it would be to make an innocent mistake and get the same treatment. How likely it might be that the guards would have come to like doing this sort of thing and look for opportunities.

I heard a body fall to the floor and the lieutenant’s voice clearly saying, “get up you fuck.” Then there were more blows and now the man’s voice, broken, defeated, begging, pleading. More blows came. I think I heard the lieutenant say “all right, that’s enough,” and things got quiet.

There was some shuffling around I could hear and then the guards came back. But how they came back I could infer from the legs, the movement in the hallway. That, and the unmistakable sight of two male feet being dragged down the hall, unresisting, unmoving. I heard the group go off to the left toward the guard room. Then the door being shut and silence.

For a long time there was silence, or at least it felt like a long time. Dinner came, shoved through our door slots, I ate quickly trying not to make a mess, not to take too long, not to do anything. I called a thank you to the guard distributing the food and got nothing in reply.

Later I heard two guards coming down the hall and stopping by my door. I pulled back in total fear, even though I knew, I knew that I’d already established myself as someone different than number 8. The door opened and it was curvy young guard again and one I’ll call Tough Momma. The latter was big, not fat, just sturdy. Plain face, big hands, big eyes, big legs, big boobs. This one said, “on all fours.”

I got on my hands and knees. Tough Momma came, planted a foot on either side of my head and squeezed my head between her calves. Curvy guard went around behind me and unhooked my leg chain. She had been carrying some other chains and she dropped them to the floor and started to apply them. The first was a chain that went around one ankle, was locked with a little padlock and then around the other ankle, leaving a short chain between them. I felt her hand on my dick, a pleasant feeling. She was looping some thick metal object around the base of the shaft. I could feel her screwing this down and it gradually tightened around my dick. This had a hook on it and a chain went from that cock ring to the middle of the chain between my ankles.

Big Momma let go and a chain was looped around my neck and locked, leaving a length of chain as a leash. Big Momma held on to that and used a foot to push my hands out in front of me. Curvy guard put a chain around my right wrist, locked with another little padlock, looped the remaining chain around my left wrist and locked that down. My hands were locked to a short chain, free to move six inches or a foot apart but no more. One more chain got locked to the middle of my wrist chain and the other end locked to my neck chain.

The total tie was an effective way of making me crawl. The neck chain was an effective way of telling me which way to crawl. And that these were chains and not hard metal irons allowed them to fit much more comfortably. So far this was much better than what had happened to number 8.

The cell door was kicked open and a tug on the leash gave me an idea what to do. I crawled on all fours out of my cell, and it was funny how it felt like leaving a safe place. If you’d told me I’d feel that before I got stuffed in there, I wouldn’t have known how that would have been possible.

Down the hall we went and as I remembered there were several cells on each side between mine and the end of the hall where the guards had their office. From my vantage point crawling I got a good look at the floor, the little sill separating the guard office from the cell block was quite significant to me with my head a foot from the ground.

I was led into the guard room, a brighter space with a linoleum floor. I was led up to the foot of a chair. Big Momma went around me and sat down. Another guard came and two of them lifted me up and deposited me over the lap of Big Momma.

She gave out a big deep laugh, whacked my ass and announced to the room, “fresh meat!”

Big Momma was a spanker, that became clear, she started in with her hand, switched to a paddle and worked me over. But I think she had more fun from all the abuse she was yelling at me, telling me how much I enjoyed this, how much of a slut I was and so on. I was sinking into sub space, yielding to the feelings of submission and degradation. I looked up once or twice to see all the other guards looking at me.

“Time for someone else,” the lieutenant said.

Off the lap I went and over to another guard. She dropped her panties and I had to eat her out in front of the others, right to orgasm. After that, it was on to guard number three. She liked doggie and made me fetch a black dildo and bring it to her in my mouth. Over to guard Judy who had me eat her out for the second time that day, and god she was a screamer.

Was that everyone? I’d lost track. But finally I found myself on the floor in the center of a circle of the guards, facing the lieutenant. I looked at her.

“Masturbate for us.”

I laid on my back and began jerking off while four guards and the lieutenant looked on. I came all over myself and was allowed to rest for a minute.

“Good doggie,” said the lieutenant. Big Momma grabbed the dog collar and put the leash back on. It had come off somewhere along the line. The other guards took off all the rest of my bondage.

“Over there,” said Big Momma. I crawled into what seemed to be a shower room. They cracked on the water and I was on all fours on the floor, letting it wash over me. They cut the water off and threw me a small towel to dry off, at least a bit.

“Big day for you, but tomorrow starts in the routine.” Big Momma led me as I crawled back down the hall and to my room. The ankle cuff went on, the dog collar came off and she left with a “good fucking night” thrown over her shoulder.

One day down, two years less one day to go.