The halls were quiet today. Sometimes you hear screams as a prisoner is tortured or moans as they're fucked or the rattling of chains as they pull on their restraints or just sobbing as the newer prisoners realise they're here forever but today all seven of them seem quiet and there isn't a visit scheduled, unless one of the other guards decides to have some fun. That is considered a perk of the job, there are rules about how often a guard can do it but those are only loosely followed. A few of the prison officers have been here from the start but quite a few of the later staff were originally viewers from the website, fans who wanted to watch up close. The rest of the guards are former prison officers from more official and legal prisons but who were fired for being to rough with prisoners, those guys scare me slightly. I am one of the former, I remember finding the website back when it only had two prisoners and was immediately addicted to it. After a year of daily viewing, watching fascinated by the two prisoners living out such an extreme fantasy. I saw an ad for a prison officer, a chance to view everything up close, I of course applied. I've enjoyed working here ever since, being able to feel the cold walls and hard floor, smell the unwashed bodies and unemployed waste buckets, has been an amazing experience, one far better than watching the live stream, it's luke the difference between listening to a CD and being at a concert.
Unlike rhe other guards though I don't get pleasure from abusing the prisoners, I nevwr have, I've always wanted to be one of the prisonera, even before I found the website I've had fantasies of being imprisoned and fucked and tortured. My favourite class in school was history, not for any ideals about preserving it or learning from it but cause of things like medevil dungeons and how people would be taken one day and chained up in a dark cold cell for the rest of their life, living in filth, tortured, used, feed stail bread, I used to enjoy picturing myself in those situations. These days I enjoy picturing myself as a prisoner here, living out those scenarios, left chain up in one of these cells forever, covered in sweat, dirt, piss and cum, beaten and whipped, shocked, fucked, kept naked and restrained, forced to eat the disgusting meals, having to use the bucket. Sometimes the thoughts make it hard to focus on my job.
I walk down the hall, opening the viewing hatches and checking on the inmates. I pass cell 001, he is no longer part of the project, he's still alive but due to health complications from being here for over a decade and being the man funding everything, he is now being looked after better, still locked away and restrained but in much better conditions, he now has a bed and a warm room, gets washed and fed proper meals, he will live for quite a long while yet. He also rarely gets visitors, he is still available but at a much higher fee, so he gets a few visits from fans or those who want to use him while they still can. Prisoner 002 on the other hand won't get that luxury, he isn't in much a better state than 001, but he will remain in his cell, slowly suffering until he dies there. He still has many years here, slowly going blind from living in a dirty dark room and crippled from always being on the cold hard floor, his gapping asshole unable to close from all the fucking, his mouth toothless from years of neglect, his back and ass a mess of scars, his fingers bent at unnatural angles from being broken and his body covered in bruises. Seeing him and knowing his fate to slowly suffer would be something that would make most reconsider things but weirdly only fuels my desires.
Prisoner 003 is an interesting one, he was imprisoned soon after I joined, he was caught breaking into the prison and as such arrested and held here as punishment. He has become very popular, especially by his former boss, and has slowly accepted his fate, in the beginning he always cried and even tried to escape once, managing to get outside his cell, which earned him a brutal punishment but now he is always eager to see his former boss visit him. Prisoner's 004, 005 and 006 are all actual criminals, the prison got to them first before the police. 004 robbed his workplace, he arrived panicking and scared at his fate but his erect cock showed that this was where he belongs and he's normally very active when being fucked, desperately trying to cum in his chastity cage, always eager to please visitors, doesn't enjoy the other aspects of his life though, like the beatings and whippings. 005 was a tough gang member, when he came in he was huge and muscular, now he's thin, boney and malnourished, his big scary boasting and tough act quickly broken by guests and guards, now he's completely docile and submissive, seemingly free from his old facades and even seems to enjoy his life here. And 006, he was a priest, one who liked little boys, he managed to get out of going to prison, so we grabbed him, if the law wasn't going to punish him then we will. The public love seeing them suffer and despite not being a sadist I enjoy seeing him raped and tortured and hearing his screams and crying, it's just satisfying seeing someone like him getting what he deserves. He is one of the most popular prisoners and is normally visited several times a week.
Prisoner 007 is currently the last inmate and is an interesting case. He was once the husband of the governor but after being caught cheating on him they were sent here. Quite the rough break up but if you don't want to be locked up maybe don't piss off someone who runs a prison, especially this prison. The governor regularly visits him, he says to spend some quality time with him, the screams that I hear are aways loud, the two have a lot of issues to work through.
There is still one cell left, even then though work has begun on a new and larger prison, with huge plans to expand and secure funding for the future after prisoner 001 can no longer fund it. If I ever want to live out my fantasy now is the time, before it's to late. Maybe the seeming deadline is what is pushing me to make this decision as I knock nervously on the governors door.
"Enter." My hand shaking slightly I turn the handle and open the door. I stand in front of his desk as he finishes writing out some paperwork.
"What do you want? I'm busy with all this paperwork and would like to get it done so I can go spend time with my husband." Which husband he refers to I don't know, the one at home or the one in the cell.
"I was wondering sir, is there anyone planned for cell 008?" He looks up at me confused.
"No, we had one a while back but unfortunately he was caught by the authorities before our bounty hunter got to him. Why?" I take a moment trying to calm myself enough to finally say it, having wanting to ever since working here.
"I would like to volunteer to be prisoner 008 sir." Still confused but also now curious and a bit excited, I have his full attention as he puts his pen down.
"Are you sure? You've been here a very long time, you know what being a prisoner here means." I nod, now that the truth is finally out I'm suddenly more confident in my decision.
"Yes sir, I can even start today." That is true, I'd already sorted everything out and I don't really have much of a life outside of work, often accepting overtime to stay here for longer.
"Well then. Looks like I'll have to settle for an evening with my prison husband instead, I'm sure he'll love the attention. And I'll also have to look for another prison officer to replace you. But I accept." He pulls out a set of handcuffs and I allow him to cuff my arms behind my back before being marched out of the room.
The stares from my fellow prison officers are humiliating as I'm led to the processing area, my cock pressing against my trousers as I feel their eyes and how they'll never look at me the same, no longer an equal, no longer one of them, but a prisoner, someone to use and abuse and mistreat. Reaching the room my hands are uncuffled.
"Strip." Following orders I remove my prison guard uniform and fold it neatly and respectfully, now the be replaced by the much simpler prison uniform. I now stand naked and exposed, the cool prison air now noticeable against my skin but its not what sends a shiver down my spine, that is my fellow officers who I'd worked with for years calmly coming towards me holding a set of shackles. My cock stands fully erect as the heavy, cold, steel restraints click shut around my neck, wrists and ankles, locking around my forever. The heavy chains linking them will be a constant weight I'll be dragging around for the rest of the my life, the sound of the metal rattling will fill my ears with every movement from now on. One of the guards, one who I'd spent time with outside of work a few times leans in to my ear.
"I'll be visiting you later. I'll bring a few friends with me and give you a proper prison welcome." As he moves away I see the governor looking with disgust at my cock as it sticks out on full display. I feel a sudden shock in my balls as a taser is stabbed into them and almost fall to the floor in pain.
"No inappropriate sexual acts in my prison you perv!" Recovering I feel the cold metal of a chastity device placed around my now soft cock, as it clicks shut locking my manhood away forever, the sound causes it to spring back to life again immediately being crushed by the hard steel prison it now lives in, only making me even more horny.
I comply as I'm led by the chain to my cell, my new home, one I've dreamed about for years, it was finally coming true. My heart beats fast as the cell door is unlocked and pushed open revealing the room I'll spend the rest of my life in. Slight fear and panic takes hold as I'm pulled through the threshold, my mind only now beginning to ask sane questions, all to late as my chain is locked to the wall, my fate forever sealed. As if the guard were anticipating some sort of attempt to plead or beg I feel a ring gag shoved uncaringly into my mouth and tightened roughly.
"We don't want you making to much noise, especially with your house warming party later." At this the guard kicks me harshly in my balls and spits on me and walks away. My cock pushing against its cage as I hear the door slam shut and its heavy bolt lock closed. I sit down on the cold hard stone floor and wonder what the fellow guards have in store for me.
I don't have to spend many hours thanking about it, as I soon hear my cell door unlock and open. At least 10 prison guards walk in, each with merciless sadistic grins as they look at me naked, chained, and gagged, completely helpless. Fear builds inside as they move towards me in a group and surround me. Two of them gab my arms and another two hold my legs apart, as the rest begin to kick my balls and punch my stomach and face. My cries and screams only resulting in laughter and insults.
They finally release my limbs and I fall to the floor in pain and struggling to breathe, my balls and stomach ache as they took most of the punishment but my face throbs, my lips are split and I definitely have a pair of black eyes forming and a bleeding nose. I feel hands grip my body in cruel tight grasps as I'm lifted to my feet, my arms I raised above me as my wrist shackles are attached to a hanging chain on the ceiling. Moments later I feel a tug at my wrists as I'm lifted off the ground and made to hang helplessly in the air. Through swollen eyes I see my once fellow colleges holding whips and cattle prods as they stand around me. A sharp sting cuts across my back, my cry of pain quickly silenced my a shock to my stomach. My body screams and flails as blow after blow from the whips and cattle prods hit me over and over again, everyone ignoring my cries of agony as they break in the fresh meat.
I hang limp and exhausted, my muacles still twitching uncontrollably from the shocks, my body broken and covered in bruises and bloody welts, the only thing that seemed to still have any energy is my cock, which still strains in its prison. The cold hard floor feels nice on my burning back as I'm lowered back down. But my rest is interrupted as several warm streams of piss flow over my body, the liquid entering my many open wounds causing a new wave of agony as I scream and roll helplessly on the floor, my sobs of pain are ignored as my fellow guards spit on me and give me more kicks to my balls and stomach.
Hands grip my body once more as I'm lifted to all fours, without warning one of the guards cocks slams into my ass. My scream of pain is cut short as another cock roughly slides through my gag and down my throat causing me to choke as I'm violently spitroasted, my body moving with every thrust, causing my chains to rattle against the floor and for me to gag and grunt with each pounding thrust.
As the two men cum inside me I quickly swallow down the cum but before I can fully catch my breath two more cocks enter me and begin to plow my used body, my cries of pain muffled by the large throbbing cock pushing itself deep into my throat. As the third pair of cocks enter me my pained noises have turned to moans as I begin to move my ass back and forth and hungrily suck on the cock in my mouth, lust and desire winning out over the pain of the gangrape and my cock being crushed more than ever as I near the edge. Feeling my ass fill once again and my mouth flood with more delicious cum I finally orgasm, my own cum shooting out of my cage in a loud moan.
"You really are a prison bitch. You never deserved to wear that uniform. This is definitely where you belong prisoner 008." At that several of them spit onto my face and body, I should feel disgust amd shame at the humiliation of being used as a prison bitch but lost in post orgasm bliss I instead feel a strange sense of purpose and meaning, like I'd finally found where I belong. Completely accepting my role I moan as another cock slams inside me and pounds my ass and greedily take another cock into my open mouth.
I lay on the cold hard floor barely conscious, my naked body beaten, bloody and broken, my ass now a gapping stretched out hole and cum dripping from my both my ass and caged cock. As I close my blackened eyes I feel strangely at home, I'd finally found my place in the world and where I beling. I drift off to sleep as I wonder what my next day in prison will be like.
Epilogue:
My starved, dirty, well used and scarred body awakes at the noise from outside my cell door. I stand on all fours, my back arched so that my ass is on full display, the gapping hole ready and needing to be filled and moan desperately through my gag and my caged cock strains and drips helplessly as the cell door opens and as they do every week the guards pour in to use my body. The governor calls it a weekly team building exercise, every week the staff are allowed access to my cell for some free stress relief, which normally went long into the night, not to mention gets great views from what I've overheard. I've come to enjoy this time of the week as the guards all take turns fucking my ass or filling my mouth with their cocks and feeding me their cum. I always cum as I'm used without any consideration by the men I used to work for. As the first cocks enter my ass and mouth I moan and move my body to push his cock in deeper and lick the cock in my mouth, full of desire and hunger, I love my life as their filthy prison bitch.