One Gallon

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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This story is the first part of a fantasy I've been having, its got strong gay themes. Any feedback welcome!

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The walls of the cell were rough unfinished concrete, damp with moisture that slowly dripped to the floor. The air was thick and warm, and smelled of sex. Sam lay on the bottom bunk, slowly regaining consciousness, still unaware of his fate. He was an average looking guy, with short brown hair, a short scruffy beard, and perhaps a bit overweight. A look which he would soon find out is out of the ordinary.

As he came to his senses, he vaguely remembered what had happened before, but not quite why he was here. His last memory was of the trial, where he was being punish for the piracy of three movies and some songs that weren't even that good. It was not the first time that they caught him, but he expected to be let off with a fine. But this is clearly not what happened.

Sam jolted awake and took in his surroundings with a more sober mind. He was in a prison cell, dressed in baggy clothes, and...oh no. His hand went to his crotch where he felt an unfamiliar metal device constricting his penis, to his horror one that was secured very tightly. What the fuck was going on?

But then the doors opened before he could question the situation any further. In came a scantily clad woman with long bleached hair cascading over her fight pink lingerie, heavy makeup, pink nails, and a pair high heels. On her right arm was a tattoo that read 3854/5000. She looked at Sam as she she walked past him with a practiced sway and sat down on the toilet. As she lifted her skirt, Sam noticed that she was not she at all, and was in fact sporting a cage much like his.

"So," she said with a smile while peeing slowly. "Judging by your looks, you are new here. Do you know the drill, or do you want the rundown?" She didn't wait for an answer though, as his confused look said enough. "Look darling, you are fucked. Whatever you did, they sentenced you to about 14 years, unless you work off your debt."

"14 years?!" Cried Sam, "What do you mean?"

"Look at your arm darling," she said, pointing to the number tattooed on it. "That's a counter, yours is at 0 out of 5000. It's quite simple really, it goes up by one every day, or whenever you get some manjuice in your mouth, double when its up your pussy."

"What?" Sam looked confused. "Man juice?" he repeated, still not grasping the situation.

The girl sighed as she got up and walked up to him. She moved her fingers across the inside of her leg and stuck out her fingers to his face. "Lick," she instructed sharply, as she pushed her fingers into his mouth. Too confused by the whole situation Sam did as he was told and immediately tasted a sticky liquid. The girl pointed at his arm, and he saw the counter change from 0 to 1.

"That was a drop of cum from a man who fucked my ass just now, usually I make sure to lick it all up, but you seemed like you needed it more than me," she said with a smirk. "The name is Roger by the way, but in here I go by Abby. Just easier you know." Looking at Sam's terrified expression Abby interjected before he could talk. "Look, the warden here believes that the best way to pacify criminals is to turn them into faggots. Because you don't have time for crime, if you are busy lusting after cock. So he came up with this system where every time you eat cum, or get it shot up your bum, you get a reduction of your sentence. A man typically shoots between 1 and 5 ml, so if you are lucky you can get out after servicing a thousand men. Most aren't that potent though," she said with a wink.

"But I'm not gay," stammered Sam, slowly realizing what is happening and where he was. "I just downloaded some videos, how the fuck is that worth 13 years, or this insane gay shit?!"

Abby giggled, "Oh honey, none of us were into men when we came her, thats the whole point. It's a punishment. Although, once you learn to cum from anal, its not that bad anymore. Now best not to think about it too much, how about you just follow me now." She walked out with swaying hips, motioning Sam to follow.

He reluctantly followed her out of the cell into the labyrinthine structure that was the prison. To his shock, he saw inmates fucking and sucking all around him. Some in outfits like his, but most dressed provocatively like Abby. The men that they were servicing were dressed in a blue uniform.

"Stay close, these guys can be rough, especially if they realize that you are fresh meat. The ones in blue are the customers and the guards, you have to listen to them or they can not only raise your sentence, but also make your life a living hell. Best to keep them happy and get their cum."

Abby then opened a door and walked into a small room, only about 1 by 1 meter. Each of the three walls ahead had small holes in them, and just as Sam realized what those holes were fore, a cock appeared out of the central one. It was not too big, but also certainly not small. Cut, trimmed, and glistering with a small drop of precum.

Abby pushed Sam towards the cock and sharply instructed him to get on his knees. "Now, open your mouth and just go for it. There is no way to prepare yourself, and there is no point in postponing this," she said as she pushed his head forward. Before he could even react Sam felt his face making contact with the cock. His lips pushing against it, feeling its warmth and moist texture. It was harder than he expected, and started pushing back against his lips, forcing its way into his mouth. Sam was unable to pull back as Abby held his head in place forcefully, sneering at him to stop being a such a wuss.

Before he could react to any of this, he felt his jaws being pushed apart and the cock entering his mouth inch by inch. It was too late to do anything, and all he could do is sense this warm pulsating piece of flesh on his tongue, reacting to his movements and slowly growing in his mouth. "Finally," said Abby, as she started moving Sam's head back and forth, making the cock go in and out of his mouth.

Sam was still in shock, not sure how to process the current events. He was sucking off a man, a stranger. Someone on the other side of the hole who was pushing his dick into his mouth. Sam had not though he would ever do such a thing, and was disgusted with himself. However, there was no way to stop now. He was on his knees with a strong arm on his head holding him in position. There was nothing he could do, but wait for it to be over. Then as if the mysterious man had heard his thoughts, the cock suddenly tensed up and started twitching, spraying several strings of sticky cum into his throat.

"Swallow," said Abby sternly. As she still held his head in place, only letting go after she heard a gulp. "Good," she said, "Don't forget to lick him clean though, can't waste a drop!"

Sam who just had his mouth coated with the sticky substance was not keen on doing that and saw the dick go back inside the hole before he could consider doing as Abby said.

"Idiot," she sneered, "you wasted at least 2 ml. But I guess you'll have many more chances to make up for that."

Sam looked at his arm, 4/5000 it said, he had worked off 3 days of prison with that short action. It was demeaning and disgusting but also not the end of the world.

It was as if Abby could read his thoughts, as she smiled and said, "well then I guess that you are a bit of a faggot after all! I'll leave you to it, as I need to get my own cum now, but stay here and try to milk a few more cocks to get used to the act. The guys here are generally quite nice to beginners. I'll come by in a hour or so to pick you up. Don't go out on your own unless you want to lose your virginity tonight!" She then blew a kiss and ran off, leaving Sam in the booth alone. Not quite alone though, as a new cock came through the hole, hanging mere inches from his face.