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[b][u][center]The Prison Beneath The Waves

Part 2

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Ulk…ulk…”

Michael quickly gave up on trying to stop the cock from going down his throat. If the big rhino wanted it down his neck, it was going to go down there, no matter how much he protested or tried to push back. If he wanted to survive, then he needed to start figuring out when and how to breathe around the giant fucking thing.

His head was spinning despite his realization, and his throat clenched down hard every time that fat gray tip reached the back of his throat. In, out, in, out, each time grinding against the roof of his mouth, the sheer size of it pinning his tongue in place as Jericho just used his face. His mouth was no different to the massive, muscular criminal than a pussy would have been, and the size difference between them meant that resistance could only hurt him.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Gluk, gluk, gluk went his throat as that thing forced it open time and time again, each time feeding him more cock than even an experienced slut would have known how to handle. He’d never been on his knees before, much less been pinned on his back, so this was brand new to him.

Six inches. It was only six inches of the massive sixteen-inch cock down his throat, and it was still threatening to choke him out. He could barely breathe around it, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, his breath coming in shallow bursts when the rhino pulled back so that just the tip of the tip was in his mouth, only to ram it forward again.

“Ulk!”

“Piss poor experience, slut.”

“Nnngh…”

“What’s the matter, Mike Hunt? Getting tired?”

“Ulk!”

Thrust after thrust, and he wasn’t able to stop gagging. Every time that it pushed back just a bit further than his mouth, every time that he had to take more than six inches, his throat slammed down as if it could stop that shaft in its tracks.

It couldn’t.

It wouldn’t.

But it still tried.

His eyes were rolled back in their sockets, the taste of pre-cum and the raw, almost foul musk coming off the rhino making it hard to think. His head was funny, his stomach rolled, his mind was in the grip of a deep panic, and there was nothing that he could do about it. All he could do was try and ride it out.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He was barely conscious now, the lack of air getting worse as he stared at that long gray rod sticking past his lips. So much of it still outside his mouth, so much of it that could be inside of him.

[i]God…[/i]

This rhino was a monster, both in size and endowment. He wheezed as it pushed deeper, his throat clenching down at seven inches, then –

POP!

His muffled scream rippled along that shaft as the eighth inch popped down his throat, leaving him unable to breathe, unable to speak, unable to do anything. He flailed as much as he could while being sat on, his arms pinned to the bed at his sides, his mouth as wide as it could go around that shaft. He tried to push the rhino back, but there was no pushing that massive man back, not now. Those heavy balls ground against his chest, that cock pushed against his throat, and –

“Nnngh…nngh!”

Just when he was on the verge of throwing up, the cock came free, and he gasped for breath, wheezing through slack jaws. He could barely see, his vision as spotty and hazy as some drunk stumbling from the pub.

“Heh…like I thought. No experience.”

“Nnngh…”

He couldn’t move. All he could do was breathe as the rhino stepped off him, turning him around. Michael wanted to fight, wanted to pull away, wanted to run to the corner and hide. All three at once, but particularly that last one.

[i]I can’t fight him…I can’t stop him…[/i]

And that was the most terrifying thing. If he was going to survive this, he needed to –

“Oh god…”

He finally blinked through enough of the haze to see that he’d been positioned with his head off the edge of the bed, and he was staring right at that fucking cock again. This time, though, his throat was properly lined up for –

Thrust.

Pop.

Squelch.

Michael’s eyes went wide as he felt his throat get spread completely by the thick cock, forced wider than it was capable of going normally. The balls were right against his nose, and his breath was completely stopped up. He couldn’t get anything past that shaft, and while he was no longer gagging – by some miracle – he was not breathing, either.

“Thaaaat’s it. Even newbies like you can take it if you just line it up right…Meat.”

“Mmmph!”

“Now, hold your breath…if you want to live.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Each time that big gray cock slammed down his throat, those balls slapped against his nose, a reminder of where he was and what was being done to him. In, out, in, out, each time slapping and smacking him around. The heavy orbs were so full, so wet with sweat, and he whimpered as he felt someone else’s manhood marking him, oozing over him, smearing him with oil and slime.

In, out, in, out that cock went, the head so broad that he swore he was getting some sort of throat swab the whole time it was down there. He struggled to swallow, to find any gap where he could just get a spare breath, but no. The rhino was using him too hard, forcing too much cock down his throat at any given time.

In, out, in, out, those balls grinding against his nose, giving him scent without air, taste without breath. In, out, in, out, that cock punching down to his stomach, making his ribs feel like they were being pushed forward by just how big it was. In, out, in, out, feeling like the head was all but punching into his stomach, trying not to imagine something going that far inside of him and failing.

In.

“Mmmmmm, good fucking bitch…”

He felt the pulsing, but tasted nothing but cock. The balls pulled up over his nose, holding him there, and once more, the spasming, shivering, tingling feeling of all that air being drained out of him hit Michael hard. He couldn’t get anything in his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything as he was held pinned and flooded with the rhino’s seed. Pulse, pulse, pulse went the cock in his throat, expanding and contracting, and his gut felt so warm, so full, and…and…

And then it pulled out.

“AH!”

He gasped for breath, his eyes wide, his breath coming in shallow wheezed as his lungs struggled to inflate. His entire body shook from head to toe, and he knew that he’d been maybe two seconds from passing out.

Finally, he tasted pre-cum and cum in his mouth, and that messy cock dropped down between the rhino’s legs. Jericho sat on the bed, smirking down at him.

“Ain’t gonna help you like that all the time, Mike Hunt. You’re gonna learn how to do that properly soon enough.”

“Nnngh…”

“Sit up.”

“…”

“I said, sit the fuck up.”

Yelping as the rhino grabbed him by the throat and yanked him upright, groaning as the liquid load in his stomach rolled around in the process. His head spun along his shoulders, and he was barely able to keep from flopping over again.

“You understand the situation now, bitch?” Jericho asked.

“…I…”

“Nah.”

The rhino pulled him close, leaving the human almost nose to nose with the much more massive male. He shivered as hot breath blew over his face, the rhino leaning in so that his horn scrunched against the human’s nose.

“I don’t think you do.”

“What…what do you want?”

“You gotta do better than that.”

“What…what do you want, [i]sir[/i]?”

“Sir, eh? Heh…that’s not right either, but it’s better. I’ll take it.”

As soon as that massive hand let go of his throat, it took everything that Michael had not to start running. Where could he go? The cell door was basically useless; he couldn’t get out without someone else to walk with him. From what Whitman had said, humans were rare down here, and rareness lent someone an air of exoticism. He doubted that there’d be anyone that could stand up to Jericho, and if there were no allies among the guards, then he had to do something to make sure that he kept the rhino’s interest.

[i]Is that really a price worth paying, though?[/i]

But he was at least able to sit up without being held, and that was something. Considering how close he’d come to blacking out in the rhino’s grip, that was a lot, actually.

“Alright, Mike Hunt.”

Every time that Jericho said that name, all that Michael could hear was ‘my cunt.’ He knew that was what the rhino thought of him as, and he knew that was what he was going to become if he actually did break to the other man’s service. He had to hold back, even if it was only by a little. If he ever fully broke, he would never be able to get that back.

He leaned forward, focusing on breathing as the rhino continued.

“You’re going to be my bitch. The longer you do what you’re told, and the better you do it, the longer I stay interested in you. And you want me to stay interested in you down here. Blue-Cell ain’t a place for humans. Ain’t a fucker on this block that wouldn’t take you and fuck you until you were bleeding out. Hear me?”

“I hear you, sir,” he said. All those years of retail work were coming back with a vengeance, and if there was one thing he could fake, it was customer service. “I hear you, sir.”

“Good. Ain’t never had a human before, but there’s something about you being so different that makes up for that shitty performance of yours so far.”

[i]Keep it inside, keep it inside,[/i] he thought. [i]Not like he cares that he was raping you, so why would a complaint matter now?[/i]

“That ain’t gonna last forever, though. You want to stay on my good side? You learn to do what I want before I have to say it. You learn what I like, and you make sure that you give it to me better than any other bitch in this prison.”

“You have more bitches, sir?”

“I’ve had a shit-ton of them. Every single fucker in this prison could be my bitch, if I wanted ‘em.”

“Even the guards, sir?”

Sir. Always sir. Keep that going. Do something to at least look like he was submitting, even if he was just trying to buy time.

Jericho laughed.

“If I want ‘em, I get ‘em.”

“…”

“You don’t believe me? Whitman made a deal to keep me from looking at him funny. I get the choice prisoners that come down, and he gets to keep his ass inviolate. Anyone that looks at him knows that if they touch him, they gotta deal with me. I’m his protection, and he makes sure that I get anyone else that I want.”

“…And the…the other guards, sir?” he asked.

“They know the score. If I see one of ‘em that I like, the others stay out of the way. They know I could kill at least half of ‘em before they got the flooding going. They’re scared, too. They ain’t going to save you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t, sir.”

“Then what were you thinking, Mike Hunt?”

“I…I just wanted to…understand.”

“Heh. So, do you?”

“…I think so, sir.”

“Then what do you do now?”

“I…I…”

Do now? The damn rhino had just cum down his throat. There was no way that he was already ready to go again, was there? Michael looked down, caught a glimpse of Jericho’s cock already starting to come up –

“Too slow, Mike Hunt.”

Without warning, he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and yanked off his feet. He yelped as he was pulled out of the cell, dragged forward with his toes barely touching the floor. He instinctively struggled, trying to get free, only for his cellmate to shake him so hard it felt like his brain was rattling around in his skull.

“Stop it, Mike Hunt.”

“Nnngh…”

“You’re going to learn a new incentive here…”

He tossed the human down, and Michael hit the floor hard enough for his knees to click. Grunting from the impact, he struggled back to a kneeling position as he realized that the other cell doors were open, and that he wasn’t alone with Jericho anymore.

There were anthros all around him, not a single human in sight, and for all that he’d been a tall human, he wasn’t exactly breaking any height records here. Jericho was the tallest of them, but the majority of the anthros topped at least six-foot-five, and some were taller than that, with a particularly powerful-looking bull standing seven and a half feet tall. The big guy looked down at him, black prison suit pulling tighter around his muscles and his fat dick starting to rise as the bull stared at him.

Michael looked away quickly, struggling against the urge to run right back to his cell. Something told him that he had to treat this like being under the eyes of predators. If he showed weakness, if he did anything that’d encourage a hunt, they’d start, and then they wouldn’t stop until someone made them.

He couldn’t trust Jericho for that. He had already pissed the rhino off.

“What’s going on, Jericho?” the bull asked.

“I’m showing off my new meat. Everyone, this is Mike Hunt.”

The crowd of prisoners laughed, some warily, some with more energy and more boisterously. Some looked down at him with amusement, others – like a smaller coyote that was standing beside the bull – with wanton desire. He shivered as the coyote’s cock started rising up as he stared, the dog licking his lips.

“Now, here’s the thing. Aaron.” Jericho turned to the bull. “How long’s it been since your bitch got off?”

“Heh, least a month,” the bull said, patting the coyote on the back. “He’s anal-only as far as I’m concerned. If he can’t get off being fucked, the bitch doesn’t deserve to.”

“Right and proper,” Jericho said. “Make him beg.”

“Hmmph. Slut.”

The coyote fell to his knees immediately, his hands pressed together. He bowed his head repeatedly, legs spread –

[i]Oh, shit…[/i]

Michael stared at the sac hanging between the coyote’s legs. There was something off about it, but he thought that it was just the fact that it was so swollen at first. On a second glance, however, he saw what the issue was. The coyote had only one testicle, and the other was so full that it made his sac still look over-swollen.

[i]Holy shit…holy shit…[/i]

He’d known that things could get dark, but he hadn’t expected that. Were the prisoners doing that to each other, or was that something that the guards had handed down on someone that had disobeyed them? Michael didn’t know, but he had a horrible feeling that this was how the bigger criminals broke in the smaller ones beneath them.

Jericho stepped forward, leaving Michael on his own. He felt the eyes of all the other criminals around him slowly sliding down to the space between his legs, staring at the slit that was just barely on display. He knew it had to still be stretched from what Whitman had done to him, and he clenched his teeth as he did everything in his power not to cover himself up. He knew that the moment he showed weakness, they would be on him like a pack of sharks, each one of them trying to get at him, trying to break him down, and if that happened…

[i]If he gives me up…[/i]

“Slut.”

Michael gasped, half-sure that the rhino was talking to him, but no. He was talking to the kneeling coyote. The big man turned the coyote’s head toward Michael, leaning down and muttering to him.

“Beg. Show me how much you want to fuck the fresh meat.”

There were no words. In just a few short hours, Michael had gone from being a simple prisoner to being nothing more than fuck-meat to be claimed. His mouth hung open as the coyote immediately obeyed.

“Please, please, Mr. Jericho, let me have a go. I’ve been a good bitch all month. Done everything that Mr. Aaron has asked. Nothing bad, promise. Not touched m’self, never done anything against the rules. I can follow orders. Won’t even cum in the meat, promise, promise. Just lemme feel it against my dick. Please, Mr. Jericho, I’ll do anything.”

It was both pathetic and terrifying. Pathetic, in that there was someone that had been broken in this way, and terrifying, in that it could happen to him. The coyote had no pride, despite the fact that he clearly was here for some violent reason. All that mattered to him now was the chance to get a chance to –

“NNNNGH!”

Michael gasped as the rhino kicked the coyote to the ground. The slut immediately covered his one remaining testicle, hissing hard, but his cock was already spitting pre-cum.

[i]He’s broken. Completely, fucking broken…[/i]

And that same thing could happen to him, in very short order. Michael shivered, clenching down hard and barely avoiding pissing himself as he imagined what would happen if Jericho got pissed off with him.

He half-expected the bull to throw a punch, despite being shorter, but all it took was one look from the bigger, bulkier rhino for Aaron to hold his hand up and shake his head. There was ‘protection’ there, not from the biggest, baddest man on the block.

The message was clear, though. Jericho would do what he wanted to everyone. Even obeying his orders wouldn’t be proof against his reprisals if he felt like he wanted to hurt you.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

“Mike Hunt has been a little bit uppity. I want you to show him what it’ll mean if he keeps it up.”

“Heh. How many thrusts?”

“Three. Right up the ass.”

“You got it.”

[i]Shit.[/i]

Did he run?

Did he submit?

What was he supposed to do?

Time almost felt like it was running in slow motion as the massive bull turned toward him. Those big horns pushed out and then up from the bull’s head, and would have looked almost like handlebars on someone that was smaller, weaker, but on him, it looked like nothing less than a massive pair of weapons that could gore him and rip him apart if he didn’t do what he was told.

Michael shook, his legs trembling as the bigger male stomped over, massive hooves clicking on the ground as he approached. He didn’t move; he couldn’t.

Then, a huge hand rested on his hips, fingers so long and strong that they could wrap around his hips picking him up. He gasped under his breath as he was lifted off the ground, turned around, and then –

Heat. So much heat. And hardness. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes went wide, and his body went into full fight or flight mode. The coyote caught his legs, darting in from the side and pulling them back, and Aaron grabbed his arms, pulling them up and over his head with one hand.

[i]So…so strong…[/i]

He was completely helpless, his legs spread and his arms trapped almost effortlessly by the criminal. And between his cheeks, right in the gap in the goo, was a hard, throbbing, [i]hot[/i] cock that was going to rip him right open.

“No…no, please,” he whispered, the reality of his situation coming crashing down. “Don’t…don’t do this…”

“Heh, you think that I’m going to turn this down?” Aaron said, the bull’s fingers squeezing tight around his middle, nearly cutting off his air supply. “If it wasn’t for him saying just a couple of thrusts, I’d be taking you for my own, right now.”

The pressure grew, and he tried to resist, clenching down. His body worked on its own, trying despite knowing the futility of keeping that thing out. Aaron was so much stronger than him, so much bigger, and little by little, he was pulled back. He felt the pressure against his rim, the heat, the firmness –

“AAAAGH!”

Then it was pain.

Then it was [i]fire.[/i]

He screamed as he was pulled down each and every inch of the bull’s cock, dragged further and further toward the base. His mouth hung open and his eyes watered as he was raped before all the prisoners on the block. Not one of them did anything but smirk and jerk themselves to the sight, bitches and bosses alike.

Down, down, down he went, each inch leaving him stretched further and further inside than he had ever imagined possible. His mouth hung open and his brain was nothing but a bunch of static, clarity overwritten by the impossible size inside of him.

“That’s it…just…fucking…take it, meat.”

Aaron’s grunts did him no favors. He felt that thing going deeper and deeper, and swore that his gut was starting to stretch from the sheer size of the thing inside of him. Further, further, further, without any stopping, without any mercy.

He whimpered when that massive shaft finally bottomed out. It had to be just over a foot of cock inside of him, his body wracked with the sheer size of that thing. Was he ruined? Probably; he felt like someone had just punched a fist right up his guts. Balls rested against his ass, nearly touching his pussy, and his body went completely limp from the overwhelming stuffed feeling that followed.

Then, he was lifted back up.

“NNGH!”

The pulling feeling was as bad as the pushing one, the sheer scope of that cock pulling at his insides, dragging them backwards, feeling like he was going to be turned inside-out by the time that the massive dick was finally pulled out of him. Just as he felt every inch going in, he felt every fucking inch coming back out, too.

The ‘pop’ of the head coming loose made him feel like he’d really just had everything pulled out. His hole gaped, the rim burned, and then –

POP!

It was right back in. The heat came back, and so did the screaming. The thrust was shorter this time, the bull savoring it less, bottoming out within a few seconds, and the pull-back was just as fast. Michael’s eyes were rolled back so far that he couldn’t see the prison block anymore, his entire world focused on that cock and the stretch of his ass and everything else going on down there.

Another pop, another gape, another pop as it went back in. This time, instantly down to the balls, and he felt his hole spasm despite itself, clenching in a weak, vain attempt to try and keep it from moving again, but no. He was yanked right back up, and this time, when it popped off, it was all he could do to keep his insides inside, and he just dangled from the bull’s hand around his wrists when he came free.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

He was panting, but not in pleasure. He could barely breathe, his eyes watering at the rough rape that he had just been pushed to endure. Nothing felt right. Everything felt wrong.

“Nnngh…”

Little tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes as the bull passed him back to the rhino. Jericho held him by the wrists, too, looking down at him with that same knowing smirk that had been there from the start.

“You understand, Mike Hunt?”

“Nnngh…I…I understand.”

“Now, what do you?”

“Let me suck your cock, sir.”

“That’s better.”

The rhino carried him back to the cell, and he hung from his straining wrists without complaint. He didn’t dare make a sound that might lead to more punishment.

And yet, even as he was dragged away from the other prisoners, he was thinking. Michael had only gotten as far as he had because he was smart enough to know which way the wind was blowing, and he knew how to read the situation. Hopeless as it was, he still understood the rules of his current one.

Jericho owned him. There was no getting around that. The rhino ran the block, and that meant that the guards were useless. The prisoners around him were useless, too, either as something that might have been manipulated against the rhino or someone that might have helped him escape. Nothing could be done there.

Jericho himself was a sadist, and would do whatever he wanted. The only way to keep that to something even vaguely tolerable would be to make sure that he remained the most desirable thing on the block, something that the rhino would want to keep him healthy enough either to trade, or to use in the more extreme ways that he clearly enjoyed. The only way to do that was to make sure that he served so well that damaging him would damage his capability to give the rhino what he wanted.

[i]I have to give in. Just a bit. Give him what he wants. Not just the way that he wants it, but the way that he loves it.[/i]

That was all. Just for a while. It wasn’t even manipulation at that point; it was nothing more than self-preservation. The more that he did, the better chance that he had of getting out of here with his head on straight, and his body more or less intact. If he fought, if he was even slightly hesitant, he had already been shown what would happen to him. If Jericho wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted, then the other prisoners would get teases of his human meat.

Back in the cell, Jericho dropped him. He hit the ground on his knees, his legs no longer working. His asshole felt like it was gaped to hell and back, and he didn’t dare think about that too hard as the rhino sat down in front of him, legs spread, head tilted back with a smirk.

“So, Mike Hunt. You going to do what you need to do?”

That cock was only half-hard, but that was still fourteen inches of shaft that he had to take in. He shivered as he looked at it, his throat trying to close off, his stomach still sloshing with the seed from before. Yet, there was no way around it.

It smelled like his breath, his spit, as he leaned in. He tasted his own throat on that thing, remembering how it had been down his neck just a few minutes ago. That hadn’t been as bad as the ass-rape, though.

This was better. He told himself that this was the better option of the two of them, and he tried to make himself believe it.

He dragged his tongue from those heavy balls to the tip, and the rhino nodded. He took that as affirmation, opening his mouth wider and wider until his jaws ached, pulling the head of the shaft past his teeth and over his tongue. It was so hard to keep his mouth that wide, but he made it work.

Down.

Down.

Down.

He managed to take just over half of the throbbing cock, and he could feel his throat protesting already, trying to make him stop and give up. Little spasms in his throat were warning him of how he might lose his lunch if he pushed it too much further. Yet, at the same time, they were obviously getting the rhino off. He growled in obvious pleasure.

“Balls.”

Michael moved quickly, his hands reaching up to the heavy gray sac beneath the shaft, rolling the balls back and forth as he bobbed his head along the upper half of the shaft. He would push himself down from time to time, making sure to swallow as much of that dick as he could, and then pull back just when he was on the verge of losing it.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

His cheeks burned with every reminder of what he was doing, and his only comfort was the reminder of [i]why[/i] he was doing it. If he didn’t do this, if he didn’t push himself as hard as he could, he would be broken in. He had to do something on his own, had to keep Jericho from taking everything from him, or he’d be worse-off than the one-balled coyote.

Just keep sucking, he told himself. Just keep sucking.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Another chapter of Michael’s unfortunate situation in prison, where Jericho makes it clear what the costs of any unwillingness to obey will be.

Tags: M/I, Intersex Man, Man with Vagina, Prison, Sci-Fi, Anal, Oral, Face-Fuck, Facefuck, Rape, Blowjob, Musk, Cum, Orgasm, Nonconsensual, Series, Coyote, Human, Rhino, Bull,