Choice? What bloody choice? Either he took their punishment He sat down on that pole and stuck it up his arse. Or they’d rape him. And no second-guessing ….. they’d not be too gentle. All this for throwing the guard a few snarling looks.
This sucker had had it in for Cody from the start. Those sneers had given him all the excuse this asshole of a guard needed. And Cody’s continuing attitude since had been making things worse.
The fuckers probably preferred to do the real thing, Cody feared. Best he take the easy way out .. before they change their minds. He trembled. He had no idea what it would feel like. Having something stuck up there … it had never occurred to him.
It never would have. Even having a girl from behind … the thought had never entered his mind. Cody shuddered at the thought …. What he was about to do to himself …. it would have been beyond imagining. Fuck! What was this kind of life he had let himself in for?
Reluctantly Cody shuffled forward on his knees. He raised himself up and slouched himself into place. Biting on his lower lip .. forcing himself not to goad them anymore .. Cody lowered himself till he felt that steel ping pong ball pressed to his back entrance. It felt enormous.
“More like it, college boy. Why not do that in the first place? Earned yerself something extra for being a bad boy!”
Cody froze when he felt pressure on the top of his head. He’d convinced himself this “rape” was best done on his own terms. Himself he’d control taking the fucking thing up the arse. He didn’t need the fucking guard forcing him down on the thing. How big was he inside? How much could he stretch? Pushing down on him. Forcing it in. Even if he couldn’t take it. Raping him! Ripping him open!
Innerly Cody gave a great sigh of relief when the pressure changed into a smarting blow across the back of his head. He breathed in deep. That steel “cockhead” felt gigantic. But he knew it couldn’t be. It was nerves, he told himself. He’d had gay friends in college. They did things like this. That steel ball was probably nothing they couldn’t have managed, he wanted to assure himself. The secret he knew was to relax. Relax and let the shameful thing slide its easy-way in.
“Not got all fucking night, motherfucker!”
Cody told himself to get a grip. This was going to happen .. one way or the other. And HIS way was gonna be best. Best get the fuck on with it!
“What yer fucking waiting for? Want me to spit on it for yer? Need me to grease it for yer?”
Cody’s answer to both was, Yes. But that was inviting trouble. Did the fucker mean the spike or the inside of his arse? He took a deep breath. He relaxed. And he made himself rape himself.