Correction- part 3/3- (Powers, Prisons, Patreon, Protest)

(Author's Note: This is the third and final part of this story.  See all disclaimers in part one, hope you have enjoyed, even though the writing is like three version of me ago!)

***

Duncan was still torn with himself three days later. 

Had he done the right thing?

He couldn't live, being Melanie's slave for life!

But he couldn't stand prison either!

His balls were aching, dark blue- he had never BEEN this horny before!  

“FAMILY VISITS!” Dierdre yelled, banging on his cell with her baton.  “303!  You're up!”

Duncan put down his book.  “What?  Who?”

“Sister, I'd guess.  She's waiting in the visitor's room.”

He gulped.  “The Conjugal Visit Room???”

“No you sick fuck!” the guard laughed.  “We only use the fuckkin' trailers for fuckkin'.  She's in the general Visiting Room!”

“Oh thank god.”

“But since this is a family establishment,” Dierdre laughed, unlocking his cell, “to protect your sister from seeing you pop wood, you'll have to put something on before we let you see her.”  

“Really?!”

It had been so long since he had worn pants!  

Or shirts or socks!  

He was beginning to forget what real clothes felt li-

The Head Guard pulled a tiny metal chastity cage from her pocket, dangling the two-inch-long tube in front of him.

“Yep,” she laughed, watching his eyes get very, very large.

***

Because his chastity belt was very, very small.  

Duncan was seven or so inches hard.  Maybe four and a half soft.  But this seamless titanium chastity belt was, at its longest point, barely over two inches long!  He had no idea how she had fit him into it!

It had taken a lot of squeezing, some ice, and maybe a little Magic, but Duncan was now walking around with  his cock shorter than his pinky finger!  

And they hadn't given him anything else to wear- he'd be meeting Gretchen barefoot, naked, in the chastity belt and nothing else!

Duncan was still trying to catch his breath from the humiliation as he was marched down the hall- they had literally taken his dick away!  He was used to feeling himself swing, and now he had nothing between his legs!  

When he hesitated before the door to the Visitation Room, Dierdre just laughed and pushed him through. 

The tall, blond, wide-shouldered Gretchen's eyes lit up when she saw Duncan's face, but turned to shock as the rest of him walked out naked, his caged nub bobbing!

“OH my GOD Dunc- what have they DONE to you?!”

“I don't want to talk about it!” he gasped, rushing to sit at the plastic table, trying to hide his chastity cage!

His sister's face was growing redder as she sat too.  “But- does that hurt?  You can't all fit in there-”

“I said I don't want to talk about it!” 

“I'm sorry!  I knew things were hard in Sex Prison but-”  She blushed harder, and then, of all things- she laughed!  “They let you out of that thing for good behavior, right?”

“Gretchen!!!”

Yes, she was the one who had given him the magic charm to protect against girl gangs in the city.  

But she was also the one who Looped off his orgasms every birthday since he was 14, teasing him with Magical feathers so he'd spend every single post-puberty birthday night pulling on his desperate hard dick, unable to cum!

It was a complicated relationship.  

“Gretchen!!!” he gasped again, pulling at his belt.  Hearing her laugh at how he was kept naked and in chastity- had him starting to erect!

“Sorry, sorry!” she said again, covering her mouth to hide her laughs.  “I didn't mean to say that!”  She fanned herself, swallowing.  Duncan noticed- she was a lot redder than she was just a moment ago!

“It's just that,” she gulped, fanning faster, “how do the women working here stand it?  All these naked men... radiating NEED to my Powers... it's like taking two tequila shots, just walking in here!  You know that, right?” 

Duncan groaned, getting harder in his tiny cage!  

She wasn't dressed as sexily as she had been at his trial- now in white capri pants and a loose flowy shirt in the Texas heat, wedge sandals on her naked feet... but seeing his sister's face flush, watching her lick her lips as she looked at the other naked, caged inmates at the other tables, knowing her Powers were feeding off the horniness of all the men around her- 

“Can we talk about anything else?!” he begged, pulling on his tight, tiny belt!  

 He could see her nipples harden under her shirt!

“Sorry, sorry!” Gretchen laughed, fanning herself more.  “Anyway- Mom, um, sends her best!  She would have come herself but we did a little research on Sex Prisons and she didn't want to see you, um-”

“Naked and super horny?” Duncan shot back.  “Me neither!”  

And imagining his conservative mother getting Powers drunk around all these naked men-

“How is my appeal going?!” he demanded, trying not to look at the outline of his sister's hard nipples!

“Well we've been trying to get you out, Dunc, looking at all the options-”

“And?!”

“It's not looking good.  Everyone knows there's something fishy with your case, but no one's willing to challenge the DA about- oh WOW,” she giggled, looking behind him. 

Duncan turned to see Maddie walking Leon by in the hallway, uncaged.  His hard, thick, powerful black cock bobbed right at Gretchen's eye level.  Duncan heard his sister audibly swallow.  

“Oh fuck, I'd bend over for that any day...”  

“Gretchen!” 

Having his sister gawk like a bunch of construction workers as Leon walked past, her neck craning, licking her lips- 

“GRETCHEN!  FOCUS!”

She laughed again, covering her mouth.  “SORRY!  I can't help it!” she laughed, fanning herself again.  “Is this what it was like for you, when I brought my girlfriends around to swim in our pool?  When we all laid around in our tiny bikinis, rubbing suntan lotion on each other-” 

Duncan yelled as his chastity belt tried to castrate him!

He remembered secretly watching from his bedroom window-

Naked and pulling his young penis, trying to hold off cumming until the girls went topless-

Getting caught every time, by his mother's or one of the girls' Powers, being dragged out to apologize to Gretchen and her friends, butt naked, blushing and hard-

“MAYBE!” he cried.  “Gretchen, STOP!”  

“Okay okay,” she laughed, taking a deep breath, exhaling.  “Okay, I'm good.  But I might have to change my panties in the car!”

Duncan moaned, his caged cock dripping too!  

Gretchen laid out a folder she had been making.  “The problem is your boss.  Her testimony started the whole complaint.  If we could just find a way to prove she lied-” 

“Prove it?” Duncan gulped, pulling on his tiny cage.  “She admitted to setting me up when she came and saw me three days ago!” 

His sister looked confused.  “Who?”

“Melanie!  My old boss!” 

“She came HERE?!  Why?”

“Because-”

Duncan grunted.  Behind Gretchen, in the guard's room, a tall blonde guard with thicc legs was bending over to file some paperwork away, her khaki shorts riding up to show the firm globes of her tight, peach-fuzz ass-

He gulped and shook his head clear! 

“-I don't know!” he wailed, pulling on his horribly tight cage, looking away!  “To taunt me, I guess!  She even said she could get me out of here, have all the charges dropped!” 

Gretchen grabbed his arm.  “How?”  

He was looking down her loose shirt, at her great tits in a push-up bra!  “Gretchen!”

“Sorry!  Sorry!” she giggled, leaning back, holding her neckline shut, her face totally flushed now, like after drinking all night.  “Did she say HOW she could get you out?!”  

Duncan was breathing hard, to try and get his penis to deflate!

“NO!  Just that she would work everything out if I...”  He blushed even harder, remembering.  “...licked her pussy!”

“What?  Just once?”

His eyes bulged out.  “Gretchen!”

“Duncan, look around!  Mom and I aren't going to be able to get you an appeal for six months, maybe a year!  Do you want to live like...”  She waved at the metal vise between his legs.  “...this that whole time?”

“They only put me in this when YOU come to visit!”

“Thank god,” she laughed, looking around again.  “Because you've definitely got some talent walking around here!  God, half these guards make a girl want to play for the other team...”  

“Gretchen!”  

“Sorry!  So your boss said she'd drop all charges, if you just ate her out?  That's all?”

He pounded the table.  “That's ALL??  She's the one that PUT me in here!”

“It's just licking puss, Dunc.” Gretchen laughed, swaying in her seat now.  “Hell, I did that a few times, as part of initiation to my college volleyball team-”

“Gretchen!!” he wailed, clutching his cage as his cock tried to stiffen again, imagining his tall, naked, college-aged sister with her head between the thighs of another hot, ripped naked athlete- 

“Sorry!” she laughed, blushing and crossing her legs tightly.  “But Duncan, I mean it-”  She grabbed his arm again, and this time she didn't let go.  

“If Melanie comes by to offer you that deal again...” she gulped, looking right at him, her nipples rock hard, her cheeks flushed, “maybe it's better if you take it.”

***

The days were agony after that. 

Every time Duncan thought his balls couldn't get fuller or more painful, one of the guards (or two of them working together!) would cast a spell letting him produce more sperm, or hold it longer, or just feel the ache of it more acutely!

He was half hard to fully hard most of the time, his untouched dick throbbing nearly every hour of the day and night...

The morning workouts got even harder, straining Duncan to his breaking point, giving him muscles and definition and endurance he didn't even have while he was a competitive swimmer...

Once a windstorm blew down the fence of a nearby farm, and a team of prisoners was taken out under guard to help repair it.  And so Duncan and his cell block had to work outside in the sun, totally naked with their dicks hard and bobbing, while the farmer's wife and her two giggling daughters looked on, directing their work!  

Duncan was dying of shame!  At then end of the day, the wife whispered something to Dierdre, pointed at Leon and said, “That one.”  And so the tall, muscular black man was led by hand behind the barn by the hot farmer's wife and her two daughters, and when he came back a half an hour later, he was smiling- and his dick was totally soft! 

And finally there was a new mailbag every Friday night, which Duncan hated the worst of all.  He was sent silky panties from single moms who got off on the idea of dating convicts, cute cotton panties from horny secretaries bored at work, and once, the thongs of an entire high school girls' cheerleading team, well used after a group mutual-masturbation session after a long practice!  Madison made him sniff each panty separately, making Duncan get intimately acquainted with the blonde girls, brunettes, redheads, Asian girls on the team, the tall girls, the short girls, the thicc girls who just wanted to sit on his face and smother him, and the slim eager cock-suckers who just wanted his cum down their throats! 

Duncan smelled all of their young pussies, tasted half of them, and was magically transported to sit between each of their thighs and watch as the topless, barefoot, only-panty-clad masturbating eighteen year olds filled their locker room with the coordinated, synchronized moans of their building orgasms- 

That mailbag had nearly killed him!

And all Madison did was watch him suffer and laugh.  

But then the next day she was kind to him as well. 

It made Duncan's head spin; he couldn't figure her out!

Maddie started stopping by Duncan's cell during the long, boring hours between breakfast and lunch, 'just to talk'.  

Then she started letting herself into his cell with her key, to sit on his bed during talks.  

Then she started taking her tennis shoes and socks off- always sitting in such a way that Gunnar and Leon couldn't see, driving them crazy- and putting her beautiful feet in Duncan's lap, just inches from his rock hard, throbbing cock.  

But not touching it.  

Never touching it.

***

“And so, it was like, such a disappointment, coming here all the way from California,” Maddie sighed, getting her right foot massaged by Duncan's hands, her left sitting on his naked thigh.  “I come all this way for this prison guard internship and it's... nothing!” 

“What do you mean-” Duncan gasped, sweating.   She had cute, clean, slim and perfectly arched feet that any foot fetishist would die for!  And they were sitting just millimeters on either side of Duncan's dripping, rock hard erection as he massaged her soles.  “-nothing?”

She giggled as his cock shook, desperate.  She wiggled her toes, almost making contact with his dick.  He probably would have cum the instant her feet touched him!  

He kept massaging her foot, unable to look away.  

“I mean nothing!” she sighed.  “Like, no power at all!”

He stopped rubbing.  “What?!  You girls have ALL the power here!”

Maddie looked down her nose and Duncan blushed and kept rubbing her soft, sexy foot. 

“Sure, like, we have power of YOU guys,” she giggled as he continued.  “We can spank you and tease you and crush your balls and stuff.  But back when Sex Powers came into this world, when we knew REAL magic was possible, women thought we'd be able to do ANYTHING!” 

He gulped.  “Like what?”

She held her other foot in the air, like a princess asking for a manicure, and Duncan automatically switched, now rubbing her soft left foot.  

“Like anything!” Madison continued.  “I thought, with enough sexual lust feeding into my Powers, I'd be able to, like, fly!  Or stop time!  Or make thunderstorms, or create new metals that were lighter than air and stronger than diamonds...”  Madison sighed again.  “But we got nothing like that.”  

And for an acute moment, Duncan felt her loss.  

“I mean... some women have been able to bend steel...” 

“Like only for a few seconds!”

“It's probably because we're not allowed to stroke,” he gulped.  “The Drake Cheerleaders got thousands of men to stroke to them, and they got some amazing Powers.”  

“Yeah.  And look how well that worked out for them.” 

“But you're healing faster than ever...  If you keep a few boyfriends around, you'll age a lot slower than normal-”  

“But it always comes back to MEN!” Madison cried.  “I wanted power over the earth, the sky, the UNIVERSE!”  She sighed again then looked down at Duncan through her cute glasses.  “But all we ever got was power over... you.” 

He swallowed hard.  “Sorry!”  

 She sighed again, then giggled.  “Oh well.  We'll just have to make the best of things.”  

And she put her other foot right next to Duncan's balls, her big toe just touching them, and pulled the hem of her Laura-Croft shorts to the side, letting Duncan see the sexy little crease where her leg met her pussy, that little curve at the edge of her frilly, white panties over her smooth shaved pussy-

“Oh GOD MADDISON OH GOD-” he bucked, tipping into another blocked orgasm at just the sight of her-

And she laughed and laughed as Duncan dropped her feet and thrust his hips, his body following a million-year-old instinct to bury his seed, balls deep, in some young fertile female, not knowing that this female's modern Magic had already sealed off his orgasms without hope. 

She giggled as she watched him come down, then wiggled her fingers to make Duncan feel light feathers  tickling his cockhead and balls, giving him a second blocked orgasm, right on the heels of the first!

Duncan collapsed onto the floor of his cell, gasping, panting, his cock dripping a lake of pre-cum onto the clean tile floor!

Madison sighed and started putting on her ankle socks.  “Oh I forgot- it's almost 11!  You have your first date with the Stretching Room today!”

Duncan was still recovering from his multiple blocked O's!  If he could only rub his balls to comfort them- but of course he couldn't!

“What's... a Stretching Room?!” 

“It's a room in the south wing where we keep the mechanical fucking machines,” she giggled, tying the pink laces on her shoes.  “We tie you boys face down over a sawhorse, put dildos on the fucking machines, and have them go in and out of your cute rears for about ten minutes to an hour.”

“WHAT?!” 

“Well we start off with small dildoes, obvi!” Madison laughed, standing up.  “So your little virgin rosebuds can get used to getting fucked.  But over the days we go bigger and bigger and bigger... until you anal sluts can take cocks almost the size of my arm!” she laughed, holding up her hand.  “To prepare you for life outside of prison- more and more empowered women are using huge strap-ons with their men nowadays!”

“NO!” Duncan yelled, horrified.  He scrambled on his ass, to the back of his cell.  “I WON'T DO THAT!”

Maddie giggled, adjusting her glasses.  “Cutie, it's not a request.  Come on...”  

And Duncan felt her gentle magic tug starting on his balls. 

“NO!” he screamed, holding on to the pipes under his tiny sink.  He screamed harder as her pull got more insistent.  “NOOO!”

“Come on, don't be like that,” Maddie laughed, leaning back to pull harder.  “You're gonna hurt those sexy  balls of yours!” 

Duncan grit his teeth and locked his fingers around the pipe!  He wasn't going to become an anal slut!

She started to frown.  “Duncan!  You're really going to hurt yourself!  Stop resisting!”

The pull on his balls felt like it was going to tear skin!!!

“Oh my god, you're being such a BABY!” Maddie snapped, actively mad now.  “And after I was just SO nice to you, letting you touch my feet!”  

Duncan wouldn't let go!  He couldn't!

She finally stamped her shoe.  “Fine!  Whatever!  You don't have to go to the stretching room!”  He collapsed on the floor as the pull on his balls disappeared.  “You're going to the HOLE instead!”  

What ever the Hole was, it didn't sound good!

“NO-”

Dierdre stepped up to the bars, a clipboard in her hands.  “What's going on in here?”

Madison composed herself, tucking a stray hair away.  “Prisoner 303 is going to the Stretching Room!  And then the Hole!”

The black-haired girl laughed.  “Maybe later.  Right now, he's got two visitors.  Important ones.”  

Madison stamped the ground again.  “Awww man!” 

***

He was quickly showered with cold water.  

And given a little spritz of generic cologne on his chest, crotch and ass.  

And put into a tight, two-inch titanium chastity belt.  

Duncan was thoroughly flustered when Dierdre started took him outside, towards the Conjugal visit trailer.

“What?!” he gasped, pulling on his tight, tiny belt.  “Why are we going to the-”

“Just fucking with you,” the guard laughed, walking Duncan right past the trailer to the General Visiting area.  She laughed at the shaking boy.  “You've got to have some fun in life, or what's it all for?”  

Still chuckling, she took him into General area where Duncan saw his sister and Anita Ytrebe waiting at a table.  

“Gretchen!  Anita!” he gulped, rushing over, blushing hard, knowing what he must look like, totally nude with his cock locked away! 

“We came as soon as we could,” Gretchen said, grabbing his arm.  She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, much like the guards did, and the sight of her long muscular legs in high heels had Duncan's cock growing inside his cage!  “There's been a break in your case!”  

“I convinced Judge Marriott to give you another chance,” Anita added.  She was wearing her usual lawyer blouse, skirt, high heels- but her cute legs in nylon were nothing to sneeze at either!  “We agreed that prison might be too traumatic for a gentle boy like you, and that work release would be much more appropriate.”

Duncan was trying so hard to look in their eyes- for the sake of his cock!  “What... what does that mean?”

“That we could have you out of here as early as tomorrow!” Gretchen giggled, her cheeks already going red.  “Isn't that great?!”

Anita nodded.  “But you'd still have to do probation and supervised masturbation for the next few years.” 

“Another few YEARS?!” Duncan cried.  

Gretchen laughed.  “It's better than being in here, right?”

Remembering the threat of the Stretching Room, he had to agree!  “Yes!  I guess!”  

“You'd finally get to touch your cute little dick again!”

“In a State-sponsored facility only,” Anita corrected.

Duncan strained in his little cage!  It wasn't fair!  

He gulped, trying to look away.  “Fine!  If it gets me back home...”  But then a sudden thought came to him.  

“This work release-” he added, “-I couldn't go back to Aphrodite Capital Management!  Or Melanie!  I couldn't face them again!  Not after all she did to me!”

“Oh, of course not,” Anita laughed, dangling a little heel herself.  Her cheeks were getting red too!  “The work release will be randomly chosen by your Parole Officer, from a list of waiting, low-skill companies.  Something suitable to your skill set.  Perhaps gardening.  Or trash clean up.”  

Duncan blushed- a college-educated trashman!  

“Fine!” he gulped, naked, cock-caged in front of the two dressed women.  “What do we have to do?”

Anita slid over a clipboard.  “Just sign right here...”  

***

After ending his visit and filing his paperwork with the Warden, Duncan was taken to the South Wing of the prison anyway.  

“Stretching TIME!” Madison laughed as he was led into the room, waving a thin, pink dildo at him.  “Just because you're getting released tomorrow doesn't mean you can't get buggered tonight!” 

Duncan froze but Dierdre just laughed and dragged him forward anyway, chastity cage and all.  

And so it was that Duncan's first time having anal sex was bent over a sawhorse in prison, with a mechanical fucking machine slowly pounding his ass, his dripping cock straining in its tiny cage, with Madison sitting in a chair in front of him, her nude legs crossed, her naked feet dangling just inches from his lips.

“I am so going to miss our little talks,” she laughed as the well-lubed fucking machine made him gasp and strain, hitting his prostate over and over again.  “I felt like I was just getting to know you!”  

***

After his first-ever Stretching session, a wobbly-kneed Duncan was taken back to his cell, still in chastity. 

“Lights out,” Dierdre laughed, tossing him into his cell.

“Wait!” he demanded as she slid his door shut.  “What about-” he pulled on his tiny, crushing cage “-the chastity belt!!!”

She shrugged.  “Eh, you're getting work-released in eight hours anyway.  Not really worth taking it off.”

“WHAT?!”

And laughing, she left Duncan straining inside his cage within a cage, as she walked off, whistling, twirling her night stick.

***

Morning was a life-saving relief, as his dick had strained and ached inside its curved prison all night, as waves of magic meant for the other prisoners teased his bulging balls or trapped cockhead. 

“Wakey wakey,” Dierdre laughed, pulling the exhausted, sweating, dazed Duncan out of his bed.  “Your last morning in Sex Prison!”

“Thank... GOD!” he gasped, his knees almost giving out.  His trapped balls were as blue as the sky!

“Aww, you're not going to miss us?” she asked, pulling him down the hall by his arm.  

“NO!”

“Not even a little?  I know I'm going to miss seeing this cute ass everyday.”

And she slapped his naked butt, making his cage bob!

“Stop!” he gasped, blushing, his cock trying to erect again!

“Oh come on, you know you loved it,” she laughed, leading him outside.  “For some men this is their greatest fantasy.”  She winked at him.  “Lifers, we call them.”  

“Well I just want to get OUT of here!”

“Going back to stroking your little dick whenever you want, shooting a big load of cum onto your smooth chest?”

Duncan blushed even harder at that!

She stopped under the hot sun outdoors, finally letting go of his arm.  “Well here you are.  Enjoy.”  

Duncan looked around, not understanding.  They were in the parking lot of the prison.  

And he was still totally buck naked!

“What about my clothes!”

The raven-haired guard laughed.  “You didn't have any when you got here!”  

“But, but-”  he scanned the semi-crowded parking lot.  “Where's my sister?!  Or my mother?!”

“They must have been told a different date for your release,” she said, then nodded to one side of the parking lot.  “But don't worry- you've still got someone waiting for you.”

And as a large delivery truck pulled away, Duncan looked behind it to see, leaning on the side of her cherry-red convertible- 

Wearing a tight pencil skirt, long nylons and sexy expensive high heels-

Her brown hair shining in the sun, her lips red-

“Melanie!” Duncan cried, trying to get back into the prison.  “No- NO!”

“Is this my newest mail boy, officer?” the older woman laughed, tipping down her sunglasses.  “Yummy!  He looks delish, all packaged up like that.”

Duncan's tiny, inescapable chastity belt strained and throbbed, as she fixed her hungry eyes on it!

“Yes ma'am,” Dierdre laughed, handing over a clipboard.  “Just sign here, and here, and he's released to your control.”  

“NO!” Duncan cried as Melanie took the pen.  This couldn't be happening!  “My work release-”

Melanie gave him a saucy look.  “I'm it, cutie.”  

“They said it would be RANDOM!”

“Funny thing,” Melanie laughed.  “Did you know my daughter goes to the same private school as your parole officer's?” 

“NO!”  He looked pleadingly at the guard.  “Dierdre, please, you can't let her take me!”

The beautiful, athletic girl blocked his path back into the prison.  “I can't let her not.  She signed for you. You're hers now!”

“Come on, hot thing, we've got a lot to discuss,” Melanie laughed, opening the passenger door to her convertible.  Dierdre helped push the shocked, naked Duncan inside and slammed the door, waving.  

“Hope to be seeing you back here real soon!” 

And then Melanie gunned the engine they were off racing down the dusty Texas road, with Duncan buck naked in the passenger seat, in broad daylight!!!

“Oh god- OH GOD!” he gasped.  They passed a few cars going the other way- a mom in a minivan, a few laughing girls in a pick-up truck, looking right down into his low car!  He cupped his crotch with both hands, getting redder and redder!  “Melanie!  Just... just leave me alone!”  

“I can't,” she laughed over the loud wind, changing gears.  “You're official property of Aphrodite Capital Management now!”  

Duncan blushed even harder.  

Seeing her long, fit legs in a short miniskirt, tight nylons and high heels, working the clutch pedal, the gas-

He was getting hard inside his cage again- painfully hard!

She looked over, saw him looking, and edged her mini-skirt up higher to flash Duncan the tops of her stockings and all of her sexy thighs as she drove down the straight road even faster.  

“Why...”  He was pulling at his belt, trying to get more space!  “Why are you DOING THIS?!?!”

She laughed.  “I don't know anymore.  At first, it was just because you were hot.”  She changed gears again.  “But now that you've put up such a fight-”  She reached out and tweaked his bare nipple, making him jump.  “Now I think I just want what I couldn't have!”  

Duncan gasped and put on his seat belt as the car hit 80 on the long, straight road, still blushing at how naked he was!  “Please!  Let's just agree that we should have never-”  

“Here's how it's going to work,” she laughed, cutting him off.  “You are going to live in my apartment.  You will never be allowed to wear clothes while you are there.  That throbbing, hot dick you've got locked away right now will be free and available for me to suck and fuck as much as I want, every night and weekend.” 

Duncan shivered as he looked over the older woman's body.  She looked like a former movie star, a fitness instructor- lean and strong and powerful! 

“Oh god!” he gulped, pulling on his tightening cage!

“And every morning I'm going to drive you to work buck naked, just like this,” she laughed, watching his face.  “I hope you like getting caught nude in rush hour traffic!”

“OH GOD!”  

“I'll let you wear clothes at work,” she laughed, “until about 4:30.  Then you have to strip buck naked, crawl into my office, and give me that long, hard, sweaty, masturbation show I've been wanting- ever since I first saw your resume in the pile!”

“Please no!”

She put her hand on his naked thigh, making it worse!  “And if you're a really good boy, and lick me just like I ask during the day, not making a fuss if I let the other girls see you totally naked every now and then-”

Duncan closed his eyes. 

He was as hard as he could get inside his cage!  “Yes?”

“-I'll let you eat your own cum in front of me once a week.  But only after an hour or so of really intense teasing, so you cum as long and hard as a male porn star!”  

Duncan started crying. 

“Oh come on, it won't be so bad,” she laughed.  “You haven't asked where you'll be eating your hot, nasty cum from.  Half the time, I might just let you explode deep inside me, so you're licking these thighs during your clean up!”

And she raised her skirt even more, letting Duncan see that she wasn't wearing any panties at all, and was dripping wet, thinking about him!  

“How... how long do I have to do this for?” he gasped, hypnotised by seeing her naked pussy!

“Two and a half years- just as long as your original sentence would have been.”

He looked her in the eyes!  “Okay!  But... I get to date other girls during that time!”

“Oh-ho!” Melanie laughed.  “Are we negotiating now?”

“Yes!  I'm not just going to be your sex slave for two years!”

Melanie thought about it for a moment.  “Fine.  But I have to approve the girls.  And you have to wear this cute little cage on dates one through ten.  I won't have my sexy little secretary giving up her vitrue that easily!”  

And reached out to grab his chastity belt.  Her slim fingers were on his steel cage, stroking his shaft!  

Duncan moaned and started bucking in her hand, his cage dripping too!

“There we go, that's the spirit!” she laughed, collecting his copious pre-cum on her fingers.  She brought her slim, dripping finger up to his lips.  “Now are you going to be a good little cum-eating intern for me?  And lick me as soon as we find a nice spot to pull over?  And every morning and night after that??”  

Gasping, blushing, straining in his cage and legally her property, all he could do was nod and lick her finger clean!

“Good,” Melanie laughed, feeding the humiliated boy some of her own juices on her finger and then his salty pre-cum again, laughing at his bright red face and shaking, denied cock!  “I'm glad to see Sex Prison has corrected your ideas on your place in this world.”  

***THE END***

EPILOGUE

Duncan was on his knees polishing Melanie's trashcan, straining to concentrate on his work.  

Melanie had let him wear clothes to work today, a nice shirt, tie, and khakis, but had forced him to wear his tiny chastity belt too!  He was breathing hard, trying not to get hard in his tight cage, still tasting her on his lips!  She had let him cum just four days ago, but turned up his semen production to twice the normal and teased him with her magic and her pussy at work- it already was like he hadn't cum in weeks!

And he still had ten more months of work release to go!

At least she fucked him every night- she was just entering her sexual prime after all- and Duncan had to admit that she was a more energetic, more skilled, and more adventurous lover than any of the twenty-year olds he had been with.  Most nights she left him gasping and dead tired on her bed, with a magically denied rock hard cock and blue balls, while she was ready to go five rounds more!

And the work wasn't so bad- he was learning a lot about finance- even if every woman on the floor had seen his feet poking out from under Melanie's desk at one time, knowing what his head was doing bobbing up and down between her legs during her 'coffee breaks'- 

If only he could resist her teasing spells long enough to finish this polishing and then his paperwork-

A set of perfect, angelic feet in sexy red high heels came into his field of view.

“Duncan?  Oh my god is that YOU?”

He knew that voice.  

From where?

Looking up, Duncan saw long, slim legs ancient Greeks would have made statues of-

A tight pencil skirt over perfectly proportioned hips and thin waist-

A cute blond in glasses and stylish blouse, smiling warmly down at him!  

“Ma.... Maddie?!” he gasped, his dick instantly getting harder.  “What... are you doing here?!”

“I'm here for an interview,” she giggled as he stood up, blushing.  “Although Ms. Strand told me the job was basically mine, if I applied after my prison internship ended.”

His hand shook as he took her resume.  “For what position?!”

“Finance manager,” the young blonde giggled.  “I wanted to have Power over more things, now I'll be able to move millions of dollars around, with just the push of a my finger!”  She giggled and pointed her finger at him.  “And you too.” 

And he jumped up as he felt her psychic mouth close around his trapped cock!

“There's no- NO POWERS IN THE OFFICE!” he wailed as some of the nearby women laughed.  

“Awww, that's too bad,” she giggled, still magically sucking him.  “I hear your sister is doing well as a guard at the Hata Mari Prison.  Although they say, she spends a whole lot more time fucking the prisoners than even I did.”

Duncan blushed, remembering how Gretchen left her high-paying Marketing job to become a guard in a sex prison, around hard naked men all day, her letters talking about how she had gotten caught, more than once, in gang-bangs with loads of muscular black men, letting them cover her naked body with their years of pent up cum-

“Maddie PLEASE!” he gasped, pulling at his cage through his pants.  “Stop using POWERS on ME!”

Duncan heard the door behind his secretary's desk open.  

“Oh, I don't mind a little sucking off of my assistant now and then,” Melanie laughed, stepping outside.  “As long as I get to join in.”  She added her psychic mouth to Maddie's, making Duncan yell and thrash and have a loud, hard, blocked, caged orgasm, right there on the floor!

The women laughed as the shaking blushing Duncan came down, then Melanie snapped her fingers at him.  “Two coffees- tall, black and hot.”

“Yes ma'am,” Duncan gasped, jumping up.

“Just like I like my men,” Maddie laughed, following the older woman into her office.  

“Oh, wait until you see what I make him do after we close the door,” Melanie laughed as a blushing Duncan made the coffees, his caged cock twitching in his pants.  “I love having flexible young interns around...”  

***THE REAL END***