(Author's Note: This is part two- see all disclaimers in part one ~PFD)
***
Duncan shivered as he was strapped down into the prison medical chair by two efficient orderlies, arms secured by tight leather straps above his head, legs locked in high stirrups, then having his cock cage roughly removed- but his dick stayed totally soft, knowing what was going to happen next!
“Oh, finally a young cute one,” a tall, elegant, brown-haired doctor laughed, stepping between the blushing boy's spread legs. “What a fun change from doing Procedure 501s on middle-aged men who probably don't stroke off more than once a week!” She rubbed his full balls. “You'll really feel the loss for the next twenty years or so.”
Duncan wailed as his dick slowly responded to her touch, even as she said those horrible things!
“Doctor- PLEASE! You don't have to do this!!!!”
“Yes I do honey,” she giggled, holding up a clipboard. “You signed the form!”
She read from Duncan's paper in her right hand, while idly toying his growing cock with her left. “I, Duncan Brooks, of my own free will, do swear and attest that I can no longer control the wicked male appendage dangling between my legs, nor the thoughts it gives me.”
David gasped as the doctor's thumb rubbed the million-dollar spot below his cockhead with each stroke, applying just the right amount of pressure- she was giving him an incredibly skilled one-handed handjob while he was strapped down, only able to move his head and feet!
“Ahhh!”
“These thoughts lead me to Lust after women I should not be Lusting at,” she chuckled, reading, “to make horrible decisions both at home and at work, and worst of all, spend every night like a little boy, playing with my needy little penis.”
“OHHH-”
A young, curly-red-haired nurse entered, giggling at how Duncan was bucking in his restraints, making him blush even as he tried to hold back under the doctor's assault!
“I therefore humbly petition the state of Texas to immediately and permanently remove my ability to pleasure myself,” the doctor laughed, still stroking his erecting cock, focusing more on the head now, “leaving me forever dependent on a woman's grace to achieve orgasm, as the Lord and Mother Nature intended, amen.” She looked at the boy, slowing her strokes. “Now how could any good doctor not respond to an earnest plea such as that?”
Duncan groaned through clenched teeth! If his hips hadn't been strapped down to a solid metal chair, he'd be thrusting away, fucking her hand right now!
And she was still slowing down!
“Please- DOCTOR!” he grunted, his toes curling! “It's been a WEEK since I've... just one more before the procedure?”
“That's what they all say,” the doctor laughed, and then gave Duncan's dripping cock five suddenly fast, full, firm strokes and then let go, leaving him right on the edge!
“AHHHH- FUCK!” he cried, fighting against his restraints as both women laughed. But he couldn't move an inch! Her impossibly skilled hand, the week of blue balls and all the teasing- it promised to be be a HUGE orgasm- and now it was fading away!
“No! NO!”
“Do American boys always blush and squirm this much?” the small nurse laughed in an Irish accent, fitting a blood pressure cuff to his bicep. Her light, lilting accent was like a warm tickling breath in his ear! “It's so endearin', it makes me just want to pop his thick cock in my mouth and give him a send-off blowie, just like he's askin'!”
“That's natural selection, I suppose,” the doctor laughed, filling out some paperwork. “Previously, women were attracted to men that could take a lot of pain and discomfort with no more than a clench of their jaw. Real strong, silent types. A big evolutionary advantage when we were all cavemen.” She smiled at the naked, helpless young man.
“But now men don't have to hunt Mammoths anymore. And with Sex Magic making us the stronger, smarter, richer sex, more and more women are starting to prefer ticklish, boyish, expressive men who blush and gasp just like a Victorian virgin at every little tease and spank!”
She edged Duncan easily with her hand again and he couldn't help but cry out, even knowing what sort of display he was putting on for the smiling women!
“Nyaaaah!”
“Yes, the soft hand of natural selection,” the Doctor laughed, using one finger to rub the pre-cum around his tip. “Throughout history, Women have always driven male evolution, by our choices in selecting a mate. Especially the 1% most attractive, most powerful women. It wouldn't surprise me that, after a few generations of Sex Magic, all that's left in the world are cute, hairless boys with big cocks and overproducing balls, who whine and cry after only a few spanks to their naked rears, because women will have bred them to be gasping, semi-effeminate cuties with no self control like our boy here. That's the future!”
Duncan clenched his eyes shut- NO! That can't be true!!
But his hard, helpless dick twitched and dripped at the thought-
The Irish nurse smirked, watching Duncan's cock get even harder. “Shall we get started then, Doctor?”
And when she nodded, the nurse wheeled a cart full of neon blue and pink chemicals in clear jars, feather dusters and small vibrators into the room
“Doctor, please!” Duncan begged, craning his neck to try and see what was on the tray, and trying to make sense of it! “This Procedure- it's reversible, right?!”
She laughed. “If you have enough money. And find the right specialist. But female legislators are passing laws in all 50 states to outlaw reversals of Procedure 501.” She smiled and picked up a long, ticklish feather duster. “For public safety, you know.”
And she started dusting his cock and balls, making him jump and wail against his restraints!
“AHHHH!”
“Are you starting on the cute one?!” a breathless Japanese nurse rushed in, her eyes large. “Can I watch?”
“Of course! We wouldn't have began the international exchange program if we didn't want you girls to get a good look at how we do things in Texas!”
And Duncan blushed as another young girl came him, to watch him strain and gasp, totally naked!
“Now just relax sweetie,” the doctor laughed to him, as the two giggling nurses whispered something to each other. “We have to take you through about five stages of manual edging to wear away your defenses enough for the 501 spell to take hold. And then it's a quick ZIP-ZAP-ZOW to align the harmonics in your nervous system, and you'll never be able to orgasm without someone else's help again!”
Duncan started gasping and writhing in his chair as the two young nurses took bets on how long it would be before he broke down and cried.
***
Duncan was still on wobbly legs as he and the other naked prisoners were marched down a cold, concrete floor to their cell block. His sore, throbbing cock still hadn't gone down after the Willy Wanker procedure, and worst of all, now there was a forcefield around it, preventing his hands from getting within a foot of his cock, no matter how he tried!
Duncan's tears fell on the folded sheets he carried in his hands, struggling to count all he had just lost.
Lazy Friday nights slowly pleasuring himself in bed while looking at Victoria's Secrets models-
A quick, satisfying wank in a hot shower before work-
Seeing an attractive young woman in a short skirt and rushing home, to relieve his need-
Now he'd have to ask for a woman to help him- each and every time!
He didn't expect he could afford get the procedure reversed either- with no job prospects and few companies willing to hire a former sex offender, he might not be able to masturbate for 20 years after his prison stint!
“God... why?” he sniffed, almost walking by his assigned cell until the a guard stung his bare ass with her riding crop.
“BROOKS! Cell 303! That's YOU!”
“Ahh!”
It was the stunning, strong, dark-haired woman from the bus, the one Baker had called 'the Head Guard'!
“Look where you're going!” she growled, pushing him into his cell with a strong hand. “Let's teach you not to daydream, lock-dick!”
And in a flash she had him over her knee, his hard cock clamped between her toned thighs as she sat on the edge of his bed, his face inches from the tile floor, his bare ass pointed right in the air!
“Wait!” Duncan begged. “WAIT!”
And then this young girl delivered the most intense short spanking Duncan had ever gotten. Her powerful hand landed on his naked butt over and over again in machine-gun succession, making it sting, then burn, then hurt unbearably, until he was kicking his feet and wailing like a child!
“Stop! Please! PLEASE!”
And that's how the other prisoners and guards on his cell block saw him as they walked by- a gasping, crying, begging, grown man nude over a young woman's knee, getting a bare ass spanking! His wails only made the Head Guard spank even harder, making him cry and kick his legs harder! She used her other hand to bend his arm behind his back, pinning him into place and then alternated cheeks, even spanking his inner cleft, doubly making sure he wouldn't be able to sit down tonight!
“AHHH! STOPPPP! PLEEEEEASE!”
Only when his dick had gone totally soft, a little limp noodle between her legs, did the Head Guard release him with one last, hard spank and a laugh. She unceremoniously tossed the crying man onto his unmade bed.
“There you go, lock dick! Ask me nicely and I'll give you the same every night this week.” She stood up and gave him a smile as she left. “Welcome to your first night in Sex Prison.”
***
Duncan was still sniffling by the time the second guard came to check on him.
“How are you doing?” the slim blonde girl giggled, looking through the bars, watching him make his bed. “I heard a lot of crying and wailing.”
Duncan turned, but froze when he saw her.
Just like seemingly every guard at this prison, she was a young girl, barely twenty. And athletic and wearing short shorts, and cute.
But even more so than the other girls, this giggling blond looked incredibly fuckable.
Like peak Playboy model, oil-me-up-and-bend-me-over-right-now fuckable-
Long delicate lashes, shiny red lips-
A tight stomach and long legs he just wanted to lick-
Duncan was stunned!
Even amongst a crowd of 9s and 10s, she was an 11!
While wearing glasses!
“What's wrong?” the guard giggled, looking down at his soft cock. “No salute for me?”
“I, um... uh-” Duncan wiped his eyes. He couldn't believe he had almost been seen crying- in front of this incredibly hot girl! “The... the other guard...” He blushed even harder! “...spanked me!”
“Oh, Dierdre? She does that to everybody,” the blonde laughed, rolling her eyes. “She probably didn't like you being all stiff and throbby in front of her. I don't know why she even became a prison guard.”
Duncan couldn't help it.
The way she had rolled her eyes, her expression as she had said it-
He laughed.
It was just a little one, one little calm spot in a terrifying nightmare of a day, but he still laughed.
The guard smiled at him, sticking her slim hand through the iron bars. “I'm Madison, but everyone calls me Maddie. Nice to meet you!”
Duncan swallowed. He couldn't barely stand to look at her, she was so hot! “Duncan Brooks,” he gulped, shaking.
If she had been LESS attractive, Duncan would have been instantly erecting around her. But she was SO far out of his league, Duncan's cock had shrunk- out of intimidation!
“Can I see?” she giggled. “Where Dierdre spanked you?”
Blushing even harder, he turned around and showed the girl his butt!
“Oh, that's barely red! You'll be up and running around in no time!”
“Yeah, sure,” he gulped, turning back around. “I'm sure I'll win the Prison Olympics tomorrow.”
“We only hold the Prison Olympics every four years,” she giggled. “You'll probably be out on good behavior before then.”
Duncan let himself have a small laugh again. If more guards were like Madison than Dierdre, maybe these three years wouldn't be so bad!
He finally felt his cock start to stir. “So, Madison-”
“Maddie!” she corrected, stamping her foot.
“Right,” he laughed. “Sorry.”
She looked at him through her cute glasses. “I'll let it go- this time! Here, take this.” She popped a little medicine bottle off of her utility belt and handed him a tiny white pill through the bars.
“What is it?”
“A sleeping aid. A lot of men here have trouble sleeping, their first night,” she added quickly. “So we give them this. You can chew it if you want. But it's best to just hold it under your tongue until it dissolves.”
Knowing he was going to be stressed out tonight, Duncan did.
And instantly, he felt his soft dick start to respond.
Slowly. Steadily. Powerfully.
“What-”
“Nice!” she laughed, watching his cock grow faster than it ever had.
“What WAS that?!” Duncan cried, backing away from the bars.
“Fast-acting liquid-Viagra, double dose,” Madison giggled, as Duncan watched his dick grow in horror. “We have them take the blue pigment out of the pill at the factory, otherwise every prisoner would guess what they are.”
“Why did you- WHY DID YOU GIVE IT TO ME?!” he cried, his seven-inch cock getting steadily, painfully harder! And as he erected, his Willy Wanker kicked in- magically pushing his hands away from his crotch! “I won't be able to sleep AT ALL!!”
“This is a Sex Prison, duh,” Madison said, now laughing at him. “We don't want you sleeping peacefully. We want you aching and tossing and turning all night with a big ol' untouchable stiffy, thinking about what you did!” She skipped away, her perfect ass bouncing in her tiny shorts. “And I can't stay up to use Powers on you all night. Enjoy!”
And Duncan pounded his mattress and pulled at his sheets in frustration all night, barely sleeping as his Viagra-induced chemical erection kept him solidly, vein-poppingly hard for the next seven hours and fifty-nine minutes.
***
The next morning Duncan woke up to a hand pulling his hard cock.
Not his own, of course; this was softer, smoother- a woman's touch!
He broke from his fitful sleep to look down and see his throbbing cock rhythmically straining under his thin sheet-
Magic!
Duncan saw prisoners on the other side of the cell block, ones who had been here longer, scrambling to get out of their beds and stick their hard dicks out the bars of their cells, to bounce untouched in the hallway!
Should he be doing the-
“Alright Fresh Meat! Now that the 8 hour magical waiting period after your Willy Wankers is over-” he heard Dierdre laughing as she walked down the row, “-your little dicks are MINE!”
And his backed-up cock throbbed as more of her magic stroked it, driving Duncan crazy!
He cursed- Madison! If he hadn't mindlessly swallowed what she had given him, he could have had at least ONE night of peace in this place!
Duncan scrambled to the edge of his cell just like the other prisoners, pushing his aching cock far out into the hallway- he felt so exposed!
A second later, Dierdre came walking by, in a tight sports bra and tight tight running shorts, gleefully tugging on each hard cock with her hand as she passed.
“300... 301... 302...” She laughed when she saw Duncan's larger than average shaft sticking out into the air of the hallway. “Well! Prisoner 303! Good to see our local hottie deigned to get out of bed on time!”
She gave Duncan dick an extra hard pull, making his face bounce off the iron bars, because he hadn't been bracing himself!
“OW!”
And then she was off, laughing and pulling on the next cock down the line. “304... 305... aww, 306! You don't even have enough for me to pull on from out here...”
Duncan was gasping, his dick still hard, as he rubbed his face, where he'd probably have bruises tomorrow!
“Local... why does everyone keep calling me that?!”
He gasped as Madison smoothly took his cock in her gentle hand- he hadn't pulled it back behind the bars yet!
“Well it's because you're younger and fresher than most of our old guys, and buffer and taller than most of our young guys,” she giggled, pulling on his shaft.
Duncan tried to pull his hips back but somehow, the slim girl's fingers held his dick motionless, like it was trapped in a thousand pound block of concrete- Magic again!
“Add to that a nice tight butt and a thick cock that's perfect for pulling, and you've got a winning combination, Cutie!”
She had been slowly pulling on his hard dick the entire time, and Duncan found himself getting tense!
After eight hours with an untouchable hard-on, her gentle attention was heavenly! Still, he tried to back into the safety of his cage, but he couldn't!
“You know your orgasm block is OFF today, right sweetie?” the thin blonde giggled again. Today she wore a slim running bra just like Dierdre but cut more daringly, the soft pillows of her perky breasts were right below Duncan's eyes, begging for his touch! She kept pulling on his dick lovingly. “We always let the new guys have ONE free orgasm, right at the start.”
After last night Duncan didn't believe anything she said, but her perfect little hand was pulling on him so earnestly...
She looked quickly to either side then thrust her bare leg forward under his cock, while still stroking him. “Go on, cum on my leg real quick,” she giggle-whispered. “To make up for me giving you that liquid V last night!”
“What? No!”
She smiled and Duncan felt his spine melt. “I hope you're not still mad about that. I just really liked the thought of you hard all night, thinking about me.” She looked at him, her big eyes fluttering. “You're not still mad at me, right?”
Duncan was panting, getting painfully close to exploding all over her perfect leg!
It was the leg of a dancer, lean and strong-
It was the leg of a swimsuit model, oiled and shining in the sun-
It was a leg Ancient Greeks would have made statues of-
He blushed, panting. “A little... I mean...” She bit her lip and pulled his dick faster, like a loving girlfriend. “...I guess not!”
Madison smiled and stroked even faster. “Good! Now cum real quick before someone sees- as long as you promise not to cum until next week!” she added. “Does that sound fair? You cum all over my leg right now, and then you have to wait a week?”
He moaned. It did!
Duncan pressed harder against the bars to give her more to stroke. He closed his eyes...
If this is what being the cutest prisoner on the cell block got him...
“It's really okay?” he panted, getting close, “if I cum on you?”
“Yeah- just don't tell the Warden!” She giggled. “I usually choose one or two of the newest, hottest prisoners to fuck each month, and you're on the short list, sexy- so let's be friends!” She stroked even faster, pointing the head of his cock down at her naked thigh. “So go ahead and cum all over my leg- I shaved just this morning for you!”
Duncan looked down and her young, firm, tanned thighs were so smooth, practically shining in the light from the windows! The nearby prisoners were grumbling, jealous of the attention he was getting, but Duncan tensed his legs, closing his eyes again-
Fucking finally!
After all that Melanie had put him through-
His balls pulled so tight, cumming was inevitable now-
-and then her hand was gone!
Right as he hit her magical orgasm block!
“AHHH! AHHHH! FUUUCK!”
It was like getting kicked in the balls- hard! His week of pent up cum actually left his balls, giving his body a sick hope, but then magically shoved back down into them after only a few millimeters, by her irresistible Magic, leaving his balls even fuller than before! Duncan's brain knew he couldn't cum, but his body kept thrusting his hips harder against the cold iron bars, seeking just one more stroke to put him over the edge, his dripping dick waving in the hallway air!
Madison was laughing from the other side of the hall, hand over her mouth. “Oh my gawd- psyche!”
Dierdre came by as the blushing panting boy was still humping the air in front of his cell. “Oh good. You've got the Hottie all nice and lathered up for the morning run.”
Duncan was blushing, still seconds away from cumming! He could barely think- he had been SO close!
“Morning... run?!”
Dierdre laughed, calling over her shoulder. “OPEN UP CELL BLOCK 300!”
And Duncan and the other new prisoners leapt back in panic, as the sliding automatic cell doors almost chopped their cocks off!
“FOLLOW ME, FRESH MEAT!” the black-haired guard laughed, taking off down the hallway, and Duncan felt a powerful yank on his balls, pulling him after her! He stumbled out into the hallway with thirty other naked, erect prisoners, being pulled by a phantom hand as fast as the girl was running away from them!
And she was really moving!
Duncan's heart sped up as they ran without slowing towards the hallway door, and the bright sun beyond.
“Oh god-”
And with a loud clang of metal they were outside, running on the fenced-off lawn!
“Oh god OH GOD!”
Duncan was outside, buck naked, for a second time, now with a hard, free cock bouncing in front of him!
They ran by female bus drivers, policewomen, lawyers, many other professionals going in and out of the prison, the fully-dressed women just laughing and whistling at the blushing, running men!
Duncan felt his face get hot as Dierdre took them around the building a second time, letting the women get a really good look at their hard, bouncing cocks and bare asses. Some of women were even taking videos on their phones!
And that just made Duncan's dick harder!
Some of the men around Duncan were blushing as hard as him, but many more were struggling to keep up with Dierdre's quick pace, especially barefoot. Duncan slowed to catch his breath once, but as soon as he did, there was a phantom pull on his bouncing testicles.
And not a light one!
Dierdre laughed, looking back. “KEEP UP, FRESH MEAT!” She gave another tug with her glowing hand and Duncan's cock and balls were yanked to their limit. “I'D HATE TO ACCIDENTALLY RIP SOMETHING OFF!”
Duncan started sweating and pushed harder to keep up!
Dierdre took them past many other groups of naked male prisoners exercising in the heat. Some were lifting heavy rocks above their heads at the direction of a hot redheaded guard, their hard dicks throbbing. Some were doing slow, precise yoga under command of a willowy brunette in a tank top and yoga pants, who was smirking at how the men sweated and struggled to hold the complex poses, while their erections quivered to some vibrating Magic she was sending out. And two other men were simply doing pull-ups while a small giggling Japanese girl held one pair of testicles in each hand, pulling down.
In every direction that he could see, helpless, sweating naked men were being put through the absolute wringer by laughing clothed young women and Duncan's cock responded- just like it had back on his swim team in college!
Dierdre didn't let up, running the panting men past the prison buildings and all around the hot, dusty grass of the prison's back 40. She didn't stop, no matter how much the barefooted men started to sweat. She kept them moving until the men around Duncan were gasping for breath, about to heave over.
“PLEASE!” one slightly overweight man gasped after a mile. “We'll... DIE!”
“You know my Magic can sense exactly how hard your heart is straining, right chubby?” she laughed, looking back without stopping. “I could run you until you're ONE STEP away from a heart attack and then stop and you'd be fine.” She winked at Duncan. “But we've had accidents before. I can't really pay attention to ALL your hearts at once...”
Duncan gasped for air, hoping she'd stop soon!
Even seeing her tight booty straining those tight spandex panties right in front of him, her bare legs and strong back glistening with sweat from the Texas sun just inches from his eyes, couldn't keep his cock up under this exertion! Duncan felt his penis starting to droop, her pull on his balls start to lessen...
Dierdre must have felt it too, because she snapped her fingers and all of their cocks snapped to life again, getting even harder, even as the men threatened to pass out! Duncan gasped as he felt Dierdre's phantom hand reach back and grasp his shaft tightly, pulling on his dripping cock with each step, pulling him forward!
She was giving them a phantom hand-job as they ran!
Having been edged by Maddie's real hand in the cell block, Duncan was the first to get closer, then beg Dierdre for mercy, then have a powerful, painful, blocked orgasm-even as the pull on his balls wouldn't let him stop running!
Dierdre just laughed and doubled the invisible hands stroking their cocks, and at one point or the other, every single male prisoner behind her eventually cried out, jumping, yelling and shaking, as their hard cock shook, tried to shoot off, and was denied, all while they had to keep running! When they finally stopped outside the Mess Hall back at the main buildings, Duncan estimated they must have run about two miles and had three or five blocked orgasms each!
Dierdre let go of her magic and all the men collapsed onto the lawn, gasping, and dying.
“Get used to it, Fresh Meat!” the athletic guard laughed, stretching her legs. She was lightly sweating, winded but not spent. “We're going to be doing the same run, three times a week, until you can finish a 5K, without stopping!”
Some of the men groaned, about to cry, especially the older, more out of shape ones!
Duncan was groaning as well- being nude inside four high walls was one thing. But to be bare out on the open prairie, a mile away from any clothes at all, running with a hard-on under the open sun- he had never felt so naked!
Dierdre let them rest for a minute, then pulled them back up by their balls and into the Mess Hall.
Madison giggled as she watched the sweat-drenched men file in. “Ohhhh! You're all so hot and sweaty! I see a lot of long, homoerotic showers in all your futures!”
Duncan was too exhausted to even be properly embarrassed. A woman in a cook's uniform sporlped down a thick, white gruel onto his tray and he sat at the first possible seat, spent.
He had only gotten a few spoonfuls in when Madison sat down across from him.
“Enjoy your run? Seeing you all hot and sweaty really turns me on.”
And she put her hand on his knee!
“Madison, please...” Duncan begged, almost choking on his gruel.
“Maddie!” she snapped, squeezing his balls with a quick magical burst.
“Maddie!” he corrected, then gulped. “Not now! I'm exhausted!”
She laughed and took her hand away. “Just because it's your first day, and you're so cute. But after a few weeks, you'll be lucky if your guard isn't teasing you with a constant wet tongue licking your cock while you're eating. A dick that sexy is too hard for girls to keep our mouths off of!”
Duncan blushed as he felt his cock lightly stir again!
Why couldn't have he been this attractive to women- outside of jail?!
Or maybe that's what had landed him here in the first place!
She winked at him. “Wait till you see what I do to you guys tomorrow.”
He groaned. “Are you going to run us like that too?!”
She laughed, tossing her shiny blonde hair. “Nah. I'm more of a Pilates type of girl, you know?”
Imagining her fuckable body in a tight revealing yoga outfit, Duncan didn't know if that would be better or worse!
She giggled, watching him eat his thick, white breakfast. “Does it taste like cum? Because it's supposed to taste like cum.” She laughed as Duncan's face got a bright, vibrant red! “I knew you were a cum swallower! That makes you even hotter!”
“It was just ONE time!” Duncan cried as she walked away, laughing.
He was blushing so hard- now that the guards and the other prisoners knew, what would they do about it?
***
After breakfast it was a mandatory clean up and three or four teasing guards used their Powers to get the men rock hard in the shoulder-to-shoulder group showers. They tried to goad the new prisoners into 'washing' each other's cocks in exchange for lifting their orgasm blocks for three minutes, but no man on Duncan's cell block took the bait.
“You will,” a cute young guard with an amazing belly-button predicted, leading them back to their cells. “There hasn't been a cell block yet that hasn't given me a suck-and-fuck show in the showers yet- it's only a matter of time!”
After clean-up it was a few hours of boredom until lunch, which was hot dogs. Not hot dogs inside buns, just cooked, naked, hot dogs sitting on plates, and the mess hall didn't give them any cutlery.
Someone in this prison sure has a sense of humor, Duncan growled, lifting the cooked hot dog to his mouth with bare hands, knowing the guards were laughing at the blushing men. One guard caught his eye and made the 'blow-job' gesture with her tongue in her cheek, and he had to look away before he got too hard!
His heart stopped when two other large, naked men from his cell block came to stand right in front of him, their cocks already semi-hard. They sat down facing him, trapping Duncan in the corner- a tough, tattooed biker to his left and the huge, muscular black man from his bus in front of him.
“Hey,” the huge man rumbled, his voice as deep as a well.
Duncan could barely squeak back- his knees were shaking! “Hey!”
Oh god-
The biker ripped his hot dog in half with his teeth. “So we noticed you were pretty friendly with our girl Maddie,” he spat, nodding at blonde guard watching from the corner.
Duncan gulped. “I wouldn't say 'friendly'! I can't figure her out- all she does is come on to me and then tease me!”
“That's what ALL the guards do here,” the black man laughed. “Fuckin' cockteases, every one.”
“But some of them like slapping your ass too,” the biker added. He nodded at the tall, raven-haired Head Guard against the other wall. “But I heard you already met Dierdre, your first night.”
Duncan blushed even harder! “Yeah!”
“And some of them just like pulling on your nuts,” he continued. “Like little Yumiko over there. That cute little girl is a destroyer of balls.”
Even the huge black man shivered at that. “Damn right.”
“So all told,” the biker continued, “it's probably better to be getting attention from Maddie than any of the other bitches around here.”
“More fun, too,” the black guy added with a laugh, sticking out his huge hand. “I'm Leon, by the way.”
“Gunnar.”
“Duncan!” he responded, shaking both their hands, his knees shaking a little less.
But then both Gunnar and Leon leaned in close, and Duncan got worried again.
The biker looked at him, eyes narrowed. “So you seem to be Maddie's favorite this time around. Fresh cock, nice face, easy to tease. You talk to her almost every day, right?”
Duncan swallowed again- they were looking at him so intently! “Y...yes?”
They both leaned forward, their eyes deadly serious, and then Gunnar spoke.
“Do you think you could get her to go barefoot around us sometime?”
***
The days continued in a slow grind.
Every morning one of the guards would take Duncan's cell block on some exhausting exercise in the baking Texas sun, ending with the men collapsed in sweat, their cocks rock hard and balls even fuller than before, and the laughing guard slightly winded. And Maddie did all her Pilates instruction wearing cute ankle socks and tennis shoes, driving Gunnar crazy.
Each shower, one of the supervising guards would try to entice men to wash, kiss or touch each other, using their Powers to make Duncan's cock fill and shake with need, until he was nearly ready to give in, just to make it stop! Luckily two other prisoners broke down right before Duncan did, agreeing to 69 in a secluded corner of the group shower room, the guards hooting and hollering as the humiliated men tried to get off, but only resulting in the guards turning their orgasm blocks back on at the very last instant, making them shake and moan in yet another horribly painful blocked orgasm, as the guards just laughed and the remaining men blushed deep red, all their cocks hard.
Every meal was either the cum-like gruel or salty hot dogs, sometimes both together. And true to Madison's word, some of the other guards started to make Duncan feel teasing, wet mouths sucking his cock as he ate the naked hot dogs, making him moan and blush and shiver at the same time!
They ruled every part of his life- when he woke, when he ate, even when showered and went to the bathroom. When he followed the guards' orders or played along with one of Maddie's petty games, Duncan was rewarded with a nice stiff erection and some playful teasing.
When he didn't, or just did something Dierdre didn't like, she would grab him firmly by the cock and bend him over the nearest table, chair or fence and spank his ass until Duncan was wailing like a baby, his ass bright red and his cock totally soft and small.
Rinse and repeat, hour after hour, day after day.
Duncan knew exactly what they were doing, but he didn't have any way to stop it.
They were conditioning him.
***
At the end of his first week, Madison and the other guards came cheerfully dancing into the cell block, just before lights out.
“Mailbag!” Maddie laughed, skipping right up to Duncan's cell. “Mailbag night for all our good little prisoners!”
Looking across the row and seeing Leon and Chip groan, their thick cocks already starting to grow, Duncan knew this couldn't be good!
“What's...” he gulped, looking at the padded envelope in the smiling guard's hands. “What's mailbag night?”
“Oh, just the most special night of the whole week for our good little boys!” Maddie laughed, ripping the top off the package. She peeked inside and pulled out a pink piece of paper covered with loopy cursive writing and stickers. “When some concerned citizen takes time out of her busy day to write our felons a letter of encouragement to help them get through their stay!” The hot blonde thrust the slim package through the bars and giggled. “Go ahead! Take them out!”
Duncan was confused- she held the paper letter! So what could still be in the-
He took the package and his heart stopped.
Bunched up at the bottom of the padded envelope was a pair of cute, pink, heart-covered cotton panties.
His cock responded instantly, growing even as the sexy blonde guard laughed.
“I knew my sexy cum-eating boy was a secret panty sniffer too!” Maddie howled. “Oh, you're going to love this!” She nodded at the envelope. “Pull them out.” When Duncan hesitated, he felt her phantom fingers gripping his aching blue balls again! “Pull them out, I said.”
Duncan's face was going red as he pulled the soft pink panties from the package, his runaway cock growing and growing as he held them gingerly in his hands.
They were still warm in his hands, like they had just come off the wearer's body, only seconds ago!
“How-”
“Magic,” Maddie snapped, then dramatically cleared her throat and started to read. “Dear Sir! My name is Jessie Lynne Sue, and I live on a farm in Kansas. I'm 19, have curly brown hair, C cup breasts and a totally shaved virgin pussy that all the boys in town are just dying to taste.”
Duncan gulped, his cock growing and hardening even faster in front of him!
Maddie smiled and kept reading- “Momma always told me to stay away from using Sex Powers on the boys in town. She said 'That's not what proper girls do', even though like, ALL the other girls in class are using them- it's so not fair!”
Duncan groaned. Something about holding these panties-
“But then I heard our local our Rotary Club was doing a panty drive for nearby Sex Prisons,” Madison kept reading, “and my physics teacher helped me learn the spell to enchant my panties (she's so smart!), so I wanted to give you this little 'taste' of home while you're locked up- I bet you can still smell me on them, if you try!”
Madison looked up at the blushing man still cradling the underwear in his hands. “Go ahead Cutie. Sniff them!”
Duncan almost died!
“I can't-” The magic fingers on his balls squeezed hard, making him almost double over! “Ahh!”
Maddie giggled. “One more squeeze and I'm calling Dierdre...”
And then she laughed out loud as the red-faced Duncan reluctantly brought the soft, warm panties up to his nose and gave the crotch a quick sniff-
And now he could SEE her-
Nineteen year old Jesse Lynn lying on her bed, in her pink farmhouse bedroom!
Her bare feet swinging behind her round ass, her curly hair shining in the mid-afternoon sun, the posters on her wall, the vibrator she hid from her parents in her bottom closet shelf-
Her impossibly perky teen tits straining against her shirt (no bra) as she wrote this letter, nipples hard-
Her tight teen ass stretching the very panties he was holding-
Like he was RIGHT THERE-
He let out his inhaled breath, dizzy from the smell of young Jesse Lynn's pussy and the magical sensations rushing through his senses-
“What the hell?!?” he gasped, leaning on his wall for support. He looked wild-eyed at Maddie. “How is this possib-”
“But the more I read about you dirty old men,” Maddie laughed, reading faster, “locked away with absolutely no clothes and no orgasms for years and years in that prison... the more I think it's absolutely just the best idea ever! Just thinking about all you locked up, naked, hard, with NO way to touch yourself, every- oh god- (I can't believe I'm writing this!)- but I'm going to have to stop and touch myself real quick while wearing these panties- can you smell that too, Mister Prisoner?”
Maddie looked up at him. “Sniff again.”
Fingers shaking, Duncan did-
And now he was floating above the girl's bed, WATCHING young Jessie Lynn touch herself!
Her inexperienced fingers diving inside her cotton panties, rubbing fast circles on her aching clit-
Her other hand grabbing at her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples through her shirt-
Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open wide as she curled her young toes and-
Duncan pulled the panties away from his face. He had almost triggered a blocked orgasm with that one!
“Maddie! Please!” he begged. “I CAN'T anymore!”
“I hope this letter finds you at the end of months and months of total denial, you dirty pervert,” the guard continued, laughing, “so horny that you'd do anything to taste my young pussy. I can't think of anything hotter than sitting on your face and using you to get off, knowing I'd never, ever let a dirty sex criminal like you cum while I have Powers- you know what? I'm going to let a cute boy from school take me to the barn dance tonight and I hope you spend all night picturing me dancing with my hot boyfriend Chet with NO panties on under my little jean skirt, grinding against his strong leg all night, feeling his hands on my ass, my wetness dripping down my leg because I'm picturing you horny and denied- I think I'm going to let Chet finally eat me out tonight, while you get nothing for the next few years, just like you deserve! Oh god, I've got to touch myself some more-”
Maddie giggled as Duncan couldn't help but sniff again out of reflex-
-and he could SEE it, Jamie and Chet in the backseat of Chet's car-
-FEEL her long tanned thighs against his cheek as the boy licked her clean, his own painful cock untouched in his tight jeans-
-SMELL her young pussy as it made the car fill with the scent of sex-
-HEAR her as she came so hard, her cute toes curling in her cowboy boots, as thought of Duncan and his hard, untouched cock, alone in his cell-
And Maddie howled in laughter as Duncan wailed and thrust his dripping cock into the empty air, tipping over into a hard blocked orgasm, dancing and bucking as his orgasm seals held nice and tight.
“AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!”
Maddie let him come down from his blocked O- some other men on his cell block were getting a similar treatment from their favorite guards- then smirked at the panting man.
“Now put them on.”
He could barely stand!
“NO! Maddie please!”
Dierdre stepped in behind the slim blonde girl, slapping her nightstick in her hand. “There a problem here?”
Duncan gasped-
-he couldn't do this-
-he was edged already-
-but what choice did he have??
Looking to the other side of the hall, he saw Gunnar and Leon being forced to step into thin, lacy panties of their own. Gunnar putting on a red silk G-string like a rich MILF would wear and Leon struggling into cute striped boyshorts a college girl might sleep in. Both men's cocks were rock hard and dripping and bouncing, making the guards on that side laugh and whistle.
Dierdre slapped her nightstick again and Duncan quickly pulled the farm girl's soft panties up his legs.
And now he was THERE-
-dancing at the barn dance with no panties on under his too-short jean skirt-
-his cute little cock dripping and shaking with excitement under his skirt as Chet reached up to cup his smooth, hairless, farm girl ass-
-his girlish breasts aching with excitement at the idea being sucked later that night-
-getting fingered by Chet in the backseat of a car-
“No NO- this is all wrong!” he wailed, holding his bed. “It's all confused somehow-”
-but he FELT Chet spread his long farm girl legs, slip a thick finger into his tight asshole, his little virgin cock standing at attention, ready to cum all over Chet's palm-
“What's HAPPENING?!” Duncan wailed, unsteady on his feet. He fell into his bed, spreading his knees to give Chet more access, his cock soaking the front of Jesse's soft cotton panties as he smelled her sex, felt her feelings, tasted her wet pussy on his face- like he was there in person!
“The letters hit everyone a bit differently,” Madison giggled, getting the next envelope ready for the next prisoner. “But you'll have a lot of time to get used to it- we do mailbag night every Friday!”
Duncan gasped, reaching down to pull off his panties- just like a naughty little farm girl would- but the waistband was bonded to his skin, magically superglued on!
He would be wearing these ALL NIGHT!
“Enjoy lights out,” Dierdre laughed, watching him buck and struggle in his bed, the Powers-infused undies making him smell, hear, feel impossible things as he hit his orgasm block again and again. “I'll be back to collect what's left of those panties in the morning, and make you write your thank you note!”
And Duncan moaned and wailed, helpless in his bed, as the guards laughed and went on to the next cell.
***
“Conjugal visits!” Dierdre called a few mornings later, rapping her nightstick on cell bars to shake the prisoners from their after-breakfast naps. “If your number is called- stand at attention to be taken to the Conjugal Visit Room!”
“Conjugal-” Duncan gulped, wiping sleep from his eyes. He hadn't barely slept at all, having dreams (nightmares?) of Jesse Lynn and her panties for the last few nights! He looked at the prisoner next to him. “What's that?”
“Just because a man's in prison doesn't mean his wife can't bone him,” old One-Eyed Joe said from cell 302. “Helps keeps families together, they say. So they let the married's have their Conju's once a month, if the wife is willin'.” The naked older man with a short beard grumbled to himself. “Once a month would have been a world record pace for my Ex...”
Duncan let himself relax.
Maybe while the guards were busy shuttling the married prisoners around the prison, he could get another hour of badly needed sleep-
“287... 299 and... 303!” Dierdre laughed, stopping in front of his cell. “Didn't know you were married, Lock Dick!”
Duncan was shaking his head. “I'm not!”
She double-checked the clipboard in her hand. “This paper says you are! So stand up so we can take you to the showers and then to the fuckkin' rooms.”
“No! This is some sort of mistake! I wasn't even dating someone when-”
But the guard simply flicked her finger up, making him erect almost instantly, and then pulled the struggling, naked man out of his cells with an irresistible magic hand on his balls.
He was thoroughly showered to get off any dirt, given a few spritzes of generic cologne on his chest, crotch and ass by a laughing young guard, then shoved into one of the small, air-conditioned trailers sitting next to the main prison building.
Duncan stumbled forward into the cold air, confused, naked and rock hard, hearing the trailer door lock behind him, then turned around to see-
Melanie.
Melanie, the sexy, older brown-haired executive who had started this whole thing- was sitting, smirking, in the Conjugal Visit trailer, legs crossed, high heel dangling, waiting for him!
“What the HELL are YOU DOING HERE?!”
And she was dressed differently too.
She still had on a type of crisp white shirt and pencil skirt Duncan remembered from their first meeting in her office, but this top had a loose, plunging neckline going down to nearly her push-up bra, and her tight black mini-skirt ended so high on her thighs, just few inches below her butt!
It was still a 'business' outfit, but just so many times more.... aggressive than before!
And she wasn't wearing any stockings- her shiny, tanned, naked legs and slim ankles made Duncan's mouth water, against his control!
“Hello Mr. Brooks,” she laughed, dangling a stiletto from her naked toes. “Good to see you again.”
“What are you DOING here?” he repeated, cock straining. “We're not- you and I- we aren't married!!!”
“Not technically,” she laughed. “But let's just say I 'worked something out' with Warden Baker.” Melanie smiled. “Did you know she and I were in the same class at business school?”
It took Duncan a moment to register, that he was standing there buck naked and hard in front of his former boss. He had gotten used to the guards seeing him, but Melanie had never seen him like this before- stripped from head to toe!
“Oh GOD!” he gasped, trying to cover his crotch.
But his Willy Wanker spell stopped his hands from getting within a foot of his cock, meaning Melanie got a nice, unobstructed view.
He gulped, turning left and right, but there was nothing else in the trailer but a bed and the desk she sat at, nothing to cover up with! Even the towels in the trailer's small shower were behind her, cut off from him!
“Mmmm, and the goods are as good as promised,” she laughed, looking the man over. “Thick stiff cock, big balls, not an ounce of fat on you, and totally smooth and hairless- I knew you'd make an excellent intern.”
Duncan blushed harder, wishing he had at least grown a little hair back! But as soon as the guards, especially Maddie, had seen that he was shaved all over (out of habit from the swim team) they had the prison doctor cast another spell, keeping him that way! He wouldn't grow hair on his face, arms, armpits, legs, crotch and ass- until after he was released!
Melanie sat back and crossed her smooth, fit legs, very deliberately this time, letting Duncan get a good look at her expensive red panties. He couldn't stop himself- and his dick responded!
“Well,” she laughed. “They tell me we only have an hour in here. Shall we get down to some fun?”
Duncan was confused, horny, his blood rushing to his wrong head. “What?? NO! I'm... not doing anything with you! You're the one that put me in HERE!”
“You're the one that made me,” Melanie laughed, crossing her legs the other way. And Duncan got another good look at her sexy red panties. And they were cupped around her mound- he could see the outlines of her smooth pussy, reminding him of Jamie Lynn's! “If you had just played ball and been a good little boy, we could have been having this conversation in my office, instead of in this silly prison.”
“You LIED in COURT!” he spat, still getting harder. His dick was dripping now, desperate! “To put me in here!”
She laughed and shrugged. “Meh.”
Duncan set his feet. “I don't care if I'm in here FIFTY years,” he barked. “I'm never- EVER- going to have sex with YOU. EVER!”
Melanie sighed and shook her head. “Duncan, Duncan, Duncan...” She used one slim, manicured finger to stroke the air in front of her, and Duncan felt it-
-on the side of his dripping hard cock!
-on the side of his burning cheek, slipping into his mouth!
-and on his bare asshole, magically slipping inside him, slick with lube- just like Chet's fingers had done in his dreams last night!
Duncan stiffed and jumped as Melanie fingered him three ways.
“...when will you learn, I have all the power here? Magic or not.” She locked her smoky eyes on him. “I can eventually make you do what ever I want.”
“No... you... can't!”
But it was hard to be too defiant, when he could feel her phantom fingers penetrating his mouth and ass!
She laughed and started magically stroking his balls too, hefting them, judging them, and he had no way to stop her! “Do you really want to spend the next three years of your life in here, unable to empty these poor things? Although I must say, I am curious to see what you would be like at the end of it...”
Duncan moaned and gasped, her touch on his nuts making him shiver more than the air conditioning!
He hadn't been touched like this- like an eager lover gently preparing him for sex- in days! Definitely not by any of the cock-teasing guards!
And she was a very HOT older woman, he gulped, realizing.
It might not be so bad to cum inside her wet, welcoming pussy...
-after all this, the explosion would be incredible!
“What do you...” He blushed, not believing he was saying this! “What do you WANT?!?”
Melanie smiled, setting off just a little spell to make his balls produce more sperm than normal. “What I've always wanted. To see you stroke that big cock of yours for me and give me a show.”
Duncan groaned as his nuts felt fuller.
Of course she wanted the one thing he couldn't do!
“I can't! They put a Willy... a Procedure 501 on me!”
“Oh, I know. But did you know, the prison doctor spoke at my 'Women In Business' conference three years ago? She let me look at your medical records, so I have the harmonics your Willy Wanker waves were set at.” Melanie smirked, dangling a heel. “I might be one of two or three people on this planet who can let you touch your own penis again, with just a snap of my fingers.”
Duncan reeled. Harmonics- waves- he didn't know anything about Powers, but if that were true-
“If.... if I stroke for you... you'll finally let me cum?”
“When you come back to work,” she laughed.
“WHAT?!”
“I can get the DA to let you out for early release, probably by the end of the month. A few more days to move you into our corporate housing in the building and...” She licked her lips. “You could be our totally naked mail boy for years, delivering letters with a smile and stroke of your cock all day, sleeping in my office all night, never wearing clothes for years!”
Duncan felt his orgasm building. She was pushing on his prostate with her magic finger!
“You want me... to work... naked?!”
“All the time,” Melanie promised. “You'd be office entertainment, just like you're made for! Stroking for the girls at lunch, giving everyone a hot sex show from my couch each Friday, maybe exploding all over yourself at our Christmas parties...”
Duncan groaned- it was the most demeaning life he could think of!
And it made him so horny his skin was buzzing!
The brown-haired woman laughed, putting both high heels on the floor, spreading her knees slightly apart. “All you have to do is lick my pussy to prove you're sorry. To make up for all this trouble you've put me through.”
Duncan grabbed his head. He couldn't!
But the silky red panties over her pussy looked SO good-
And he could still taste young Jamie Lynn on his tongue-
And the tiny crotch of Melanie's panties was soaking, dripping wet.
“Oh GOD!” Duncan moaned, going to his knees.
Melanie was breathing harder now too, running her hands down her firm breasts, her naked thighs. “Good boy! You're going to look so GOOD under my desk during those boring conference calls, licking my stress away...”
Duncan tried to imagine it-
Life as a literal corporate slave-
Naked and crawling under her desk like a dog-
Lapping at her pussy while his own cock stayed unlicked and untouched for days on end-
Her laughing at how easily she had conquered him-
“NO!” he cried, suddenly shaking his head, the big one. He flew to his feet. “I don't care if you promise you'll get me out of here TONIGHT! I'm not licking YOU- after you put me in HERE!”
And before the stunned woman could cast a spell, he pounded on the door of the trailer. “Dierdre! Maddie! We're done in here! WE'RE DONE!”
*** CONTINUED IN PART THREE ***
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