The Soft Boy Prison Ch. 04 by Sparky_97

The Soft Boy Prison Ch. 04 by Sparky_97,

Casper lay in his bunk in despair. His eyes were puffy from crying. It was after lights out. Holly lay in her own bunk facing the wall and seemed to be sound asleep. He wished he was too, but he couldn’t. Not after the woman he loved had let him go like this. What was he to do, how could he go on from here. His whole world was in ruin and there were no tools to put it back together. He cuddled his pillow as tight as he could between his arms and legs despite the cuffs but he still felt so lonely. Why couldn’t I have just got killed instead of being arrested that day, he thought.

He tried not to think about Jane, but it was hard. He closed his eyes and saw her pretty face, he saw the way she carried herself with such tenderness and authority, he remembered her curvy figure and mesmerising scent. He felt his chastity cage get tighter.

He wanted it off, it had not even been two days, but the cage was tormenting him. Anytime he saw or thought of something sexy, the cage quickly reminded him that he was forbidden from any kind of relief. He moved his hands still in the cuffs down to the cage and placed them around it. Even though he couldn’t get much pleasure physically, it still felt fun and naughty that his dick was locked away and tightly secured. He rubbed his balls and played with the small padlock, if felt good. He wondered if he could still make himself cum despite it. He tried moving the head piece back and forth but it was difficult. His penis was as hard as it could get in it and there was no room for it to rub against the head. He thought about Jane, he imagined her big gorgeous bum sitting on his face while she smiled sadistically and teased his poor locked up penis. Casper used both his hands and tried to move it faster, it felt so good to rub himself while he was in his handcuffs. It felt so naughty, he was getting very horny.

“Are you doing what I fucking think you’re doing?!” Holly’s voice snapped him back to reality. He stopped immediately and was frozen with embarrassment.

“Errmm…” he said bashfully.

“Aw for fuck’s sake Casper! What’s wrong with you?! That’s fucking gross. If I wasn’t so shattered, I’d come over there and batter you!”

Casper felt guilty.

“Please Holly, I’m really sorry. I thought you were asleep. I didn’t mean to upset you, honest. I tried to be as quiet as I could.”

“Tried! You’re about as subtle as a shite in a punch bowl. God!” she turned over in her bunk angrily. “What the hell is wrong with you men! You can’t go five minutes without wanting to cum! Even being chained up and that chastity belt won’t stop you. Why can’t you have any self-control?!”

Casper looked down sadly, “Do you…do you hate men Holly?”

“Ha! Let me tell you a story Casper. When I worked at the docks in Greenock, we dealt with a lot of high-profile clients. Most of the time, the shipments and exchanges went without a hitch, it was my job to protect our clients the best I could.”

“One day though there were a group of Americans who came to deliver a shipment of M16’s. Proper sister-shagging Hillbillies. The client came on board the vessel to inspect the goods, I was standing about one hundred feet away, looking up at the clouds. Two seagulls flew in a circle overhead and I got a bad feeling, but I brushed it off. I should’ve listened to my gut.”

“Next thing, I hear shouting from the boat, the client was upset that they had not provided the correct number of rifles. The Americans barked back at him. As it was my job to ensure everything went as smoothly as possible, I had to step in.”

“The American captain I could see had a revolver in a holster and his hand was placed on it. Another one of his crew had a 12-gauge shotgun. I signalled over to my colleague Ian, who was perched on top of a nearby shipping container, to get his rifle ready. However, the yelling died down. Then, I hear laughter. I think tensions have dropped, until out of nowhere the captain pulls out his revolver completely unprovoked and blows the clients brains out.”

“It wasn’t like the movies or anything, as I’. Just a loud pop, and then he just dropped like a brick. I returned fire with my pistol but missed. A guy with a shotgun fires back and one of the bucks got me in the elbow,”

Holly showed Casper the scars on her elbow where the buckshot spray had hit her.

“I ran for it! Ian was firing too, but these Americans have been using their guns since they were born. They may be stupid, but they can shoot a lot more accurately than us. Ian got hit, I kept running and those bastards were on my tail. I knew the docks well, so figured I could lose them between all the shipping containers, but they were fast. I heard them taunting me as well, shouting stuff like ‘C’mon baby, wait for daddy’ or ‘if you let us fuck you, we won’t kill you’.”

“I was running for my life, and they saw it as just some fucked up game. I fired behind me a couple of times when I could see them, but both shots missed and then my pistol jammed. After a while, I thought I lost them and hid in an abandoned site office.”

“I hid under the table. It was quiet. I thought I was in the clear, until the door creaks open and one of those dogs was singing Mary Had a Little Lamb while the other two were laughing. They stepped inside and I figured I was dead meat, so I stood up slowly expecting shotgun guy to blast me into oblivion.”

“…Might have been nicer if he did. They beat and then raped me. All three of them. More than once. Anally as well.”

Casper was horrified.

“When they were done, I was unconscious. One of them shot me in the chest hoping to kill me, then they left.”

Holly grabbed her collar and pulled it down exposing a large bruise on her chest with a point in the middle. Casper cringed in discomfort.

“The shot was too far over and those inbreds missed my heart completely. So, to answer your question Casper, yeah, I hate men. I hate what they did to me, I hate that every single fucking woman I’ve met has a story not too dissimilar from mine about them.” she said through clenched teeth. She turned back to face the ceiling. There was a period of silence.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you” said Casper empathetically.

“Shut up.” Holly said in an irritated tone.

“Does…does that mean you hate me too?” asked Casper.

Holly sighed. “I don’t even know you Casper. I can’t say I feel anything good or bad about you yet.” She turned to face him then sat up and smiled. “But hey! Having a wank while I’m trying to sleep isn’t the best start.”

Casper felt guilty that he made Holly feel that way, he felt disgusting and perverted. He put the covers over his head. “I’m sorry” he said and sobbed into his hands.

“Are you crying? God! Guys in here are something else!” Holly turned to face the wall again. “Look Casper, I know you’re sensitive, but you need to have thicker skin. I’m talking from experience. There are women in here that will pick you to pieces when they see it.”

On the other side of the cell block, Mark sat up in his bunk. His cellmate Sean was asleep on the bunk above. His uniform top was lying on the floor next to him. In one hand he held a sharp piece of plastic he found in the yard. He was agitated and breathing heavily. He turned to look in the mirror above the sink and could just about make out his reflection in the dark. He whispered repeatedly almost as if in a mantra, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” The tension inside him built and built he couldn’t take it anymore. “I FUCKING HATE YOU!” He swiftly pressed the plastic into the skin on his chest above his nipple and drew it across in a deep cut. He felt somewhat relieved and sat blankly staring into space for a while catching his breath. The relief slowly turned into darkness inside that felt as if he were being dragged down. He looked at his fingers, there was blood. He put his hand over the wound, then lay down on the bunk. There were scars all over his torso and arms.

The next morning was like the last. Casper was torn mid-dream from the alarm and the lights going on. “Shut up” moaned Holly from underneath her duvet. Casper felt his morning wood trying to stretch but being compressed tightly within the cage. He waited attentively for the guard to come and unlock his cuffs. The guard that arrived was the same one that had disciplined him the day before for forgetting his card. She smiled when she saw him.

“Morning, you sleep well?” she asked unlocking his cuffs.

“Not so bad, I suppose” he replied not looking at her.

“And how’s the bum doing?” she asked.

“Better, it stung for a bit yesterday. But I’ve got my card in my pocket now.”

She pinched his cheek lightly and shook it softly giggling “Good boy.” The guard then turned over to face Holly. “C’mon you, get up!”

“Fuck sake” muttered Holly sitting up.

Casper went to the shower block to enjoy a nice hot shower, this time to its full potential, not forgetting to put on soap and shampoo at the start. When he went to wash his penis, he turned to face the wall. He was still too shy to do it in front of everyone else despite them all doing so. The guys he showered with today seemed a bit smaller on average than yesterday’s lot. It made him feel a bit better about his own height. He noticed the other guy’s chests, some were hairy, some had a little hair, and one guys had no hair at all. Casper was quite a hairy guy himself; he wondered if his hair was normal or if he should shave it. When he was with the thieves and they saw him without a top on in the hideout, they’d call him names like monkey or caveman. The guys here seemed to have a bit of variation, so it was good that he wouldn’t stand out.

After showering, Casper headed for breakfast. While in the queue, he noticed that people were sitting down with bowls of porridge and sliced apple. He was disappointed. He thought he’d be having a full breakfast again. He liked porridge anyhow but missed the way his mum would make it. When he got his tray and porridge he looked around, trying to see if he could spot Mark or Tom.