More Than Enough
The sound of a woman moaning in contented satisfaction awakened me. As I opened my eyes I saw the images of a man making love to a beautiful woman on all the walls and on the ceiling. I began rubbing my balls and stroking my cock dreamily and soon I had a good erection. I heard the door open. "On your feet boy, time to give us more of your cum!" a guard commanded. Startled, I jumped up. The guard carried a tray with a beaker, lube, and a towel. "Need to lube up first, you want to do it or should I do it?" I said I'd do it. I started jerking off, I was pretty horny from the porno and didn't take long to feel the urge coming. I signaled the guard, he held the beaker while I aimed into it and shot my load. He put the beaker with my cum in a revolving pass through in the wall, pushed a button, the beaker disappeared and a tray with a burger, fries, and coke appeared. "Good job boy, here's your reward." Starved from maybe a day without anything to eat, I gulped down the food. "Sweet dreams", he laughed as he closed the door and the lights went out.
This was the routine, alone in darkness, awakened by porno mix, play with myself, jerk off for the guard, get a drink or some food. There was no window, no noise outside, no pattern of rotating guards, I had no idea of how long it was between sessions or how long these sessions went on. I tried to count the sessions but soon was disoriented. When I didn't want to lube myself or jerk off the guard would do it for me. If I wasn't hard, the guards knew that beating my ass with a leather belt would quickly give me a boner (They must have learned this when they interviewed my dad or maybe just my reactions to the BDSM videos.). This went on for weeks? Months? I had no idea. I now knew the plan, they would force me to jack off so often that soon I would start to hate jerking off. I wonder how long this would take, I wondered if I would go crazy from the isolation first.
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