Birondian Prison

[yub]

I am kneeling near Senor Martin, naked. He is sitting in a comfortable chair besides me, caressing my back. My knees soon start aching on the hard floor. It is a humiliating situation, but it is a reassuring feeling that he is here. I feel my humiliation quite natural, if it comes from Senor Martin. I don't know why.

We watch the torture of the prisoners through the one-way window. A small young lady with beautiful legs is the target, tied up in a quite distorted posture, and they shoot at her body from BB guns. Hearing her screams, i would cry out: "Let her alone! Put me into her place! I don't mind if you kill me!" But while my mind is on her suffering, my companion obliviously is enjoying it. Suddenly he opens his pants and takes his hardened penis out. He grabs my hair and pulls my head over it.

I know what he wants. I remember Tom who begged me for oral satisfaction, which was quite new for me then. I remember the beautiful African boy Uba, who gave his huge black cock in my timid mouth practically every day, until he dumped me for the sake of a prettier girl. He wanted to teach me deep throating, but i was rather clumsy, always choking.

With Senor Martin it is not difficult. He ejaculates wildly. I am careful enough to swallow all his juice. It is a humiliating but still very intimate thing. I suck and lick his male organs clean, enjoying the sour, pine-scented, live material, his sperm.

My department is literature. I am reminded of Shakespeare's Sonnet 95: "How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame..."