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

Part 3

For mizzukat

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

Michael slept, and as he slept, he dreamed.

He dreamed of his life on the surface, and of the ambitions he’d carried for the entirety of his life. Money had always been the center of his desires, so much of it that he’d never lack for anything again. Born at the bottom, he’d always dreamed of what it would be like to reach the top, to have the money to be like them, to never [i]lack[/i] for anything, to never have that empty feeling gnawing at him.

He dreamed of the house that he would have, spacious as could be with four cars and a helicopter that rested on the roof. From there, he saw the wide grounds, the lengthy driveway, and the large pool in the backyard, something so huge that it could have trained people for the Olympics.

He dreamed of the people in the house, servants and lovers that did not mind what he had between his legs, who praised him for being different rather than looked askance, or worse. He had them in his bed, and they served him, their mouths between his legs, and their bodies his to command.

All that power.

All that wealth.

All that pleasure.

It was there, in his dream, and for a time, he was happy.

Then, something intruded. Something that was both familiar and oppressive at the same time, hot and pungent and just a little bit bitter. He groaned, trying to shake it off, trying to hold onto the feeling of the man between his legs licking, feasting on his pussy, but the musky smell just got stronger and stronger. He wrinkled his nose, trying to get away from it, but then –

His dream changed. The humans around him were gone, and there was just one man left. A rhino, gray-skinned, massive, muscular, and with a very familiar cock in hand. Michael stared up at the monster as the massive rhino sat down on his face, spreading his cheeks and ramming the human’s face right between them.

“Get to work, Mike Hunt.”

#

“MMMPH!”

Michael woke up, but the dream carried itself into reality. He [i]was[/i] trapped between the rhino’s sweaty ass cheeks, and his nose was ground right against the pucker between them. The bitter-clean smell that he had been dreaming of was getting forced right down his nose with every breath, and there was no escape.

“Get to work, Mike Hunt.”

[i]Or you know what’ll happen.[/i]

Jericho didn’t even need to say that threat out loud. The pain from the day before still lingered, his asshole gaped, stretched, and burning from the big bull cock that had been rammed into him. He wheezed past the pucker, shivering as he tried to force his tongue out of his mouth.

All he tasted was flesh and sweat, and he hated that this was a relief to him. He whimpered, unable to hold the sound back as he dragged his tongue up and back, pulling it over the hairy taint of the big rhino right to that hole.

“Mmph…nnngh…”

“Yeah, bitch. Get it in there.”

The rhino’s smirk was writ large in his mind’s eye, and he groaned as he forced his tongue to work. Every lick was a reminder of where he was being forced to shove it. There was no taste of the other stuff, the filthy stuff, but those cheeks were musky enough with sweat and whatever else that he couldn’t think of anything but ass.

Ass.

Ass.

Ass.

His tongue deep in that pucker, and his face sandwiched between the cheeks. They squeezed around his face, and the mattress under him kept his head from going anywhere. He was pinned, trapped.

“Mmmph!”

And losing most of his air. With his tongue jammed into that hole by the rhino’s own bodyweight and his nose trapped in the crack, there wasn’t enough air going in to replace what he was breathing out. He tried to shift his head back, vainly trying to get a gap, but all that achieved was getting Jericho to roll his hips back, all but wiping his ass on the human’s face. Each grind left him more and more smeared with the sweat and oils that had built up under the rhino’s narrow tail.

“Heh, enjoying the taste, Mike Hunt?”

Every time he heard that name, it was impossible to miss the real meaning. Mike Hunt. My Cunt. Every time. Every fucking time.

[i]You’re doing this to survive.[/i]

But he was still doing it. That was all that mattered; was that really anything to save his dignity and sanity?

[i]Do it, before he gets mad.[/i]

And so, out of fear, Michael kept licking. He stuck his tongue in there as the rhino demanded, forcing his tongue as far past that pucker as he could manage while doing his best to not think about where his tongue was going. In, in, in, past that hole and into the inside, where the taste was both hot and bitter and entirely more than he wanted to think about. But not dirty. Thank fucking god not dirty.

And the rhino stroked himself while sitting on the human’s face. He could feel the little thumps, the rhythmic tensing and shifts of weight. It just kept happening, just…kept…going…

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

And he was drowning in the heat, the warmth, the bitterness. He was nose-deep in ass and there was no getting away. He spasmed, shivering from head to toe as he slumped further and further into helpless limpness. There was no getting away from it.

Lick.

Lap.

Lick.

Thrust.

And his tongue kept working, trying to keep the rhino happy. His cheeks burned and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he tried to hold his breath between licks, trying less to avoid the smell and more just to stay conscious at this point.

Then, the rhino leaned back, and Jericho’s full weight pressed down on his face.

“MMMPH!”

He couldn’t even flail anymore as the last of his oxygen was crushed out of his lungs, his face buried between cheeks so far that there was no light coming through, no air, nothing. Only ass, only heavy, hot ass-musk, and his tongue twitched, shaking as much as the rest of him.

[i]Air…air…[/i]

But there was no air. Only ass. His eyes rolled back, his vision went sparkly –

Then Jericho stood up.

“Ahhhh!”

As Michael leaned over the bed, wheezing and gasping for air, the rhino chuckled. That massive cock swung around, tapping him on the cheek, but the human had no energy to reach for it, nor any bravery to lash out. He knew just how close he’d come to completely passing out, and if he’d been that close to passing out, then he’d been very close to dying, too.

[i]Shit…shit…shit…[/i]

“Looks like Mike Hunt doesn’t have much experience yet. You’ll learn.”

“Nnngh…”

“Breathe.”

Jericho’s order was as easy to follow as it was short, and he kept breathing in. The reek of the other man’s dick, the reminder of what that thing would do to him later, barely registered. All that mattered was getting enough air to stay conscious and chase the fear of asphyxiation away.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

“Heh. You’re completely fucking new to this.”

“Nnngh…I…I never got…used like this before…sir,” he managed to wheeze out.

“You better get used to it.”

“I’m trying…sir…”

And that much was the honest truth. He knew that if he didn’t get used to it, then he would be fucked. Completely and utterly fucked, and not just metaphorically, either. The only way that he could keep from being nothing more than a meat tube on legs was to be so good at pleasuring the other man that he didn’t want to share him out.

He had to be amazing.

He had to be sexy.

He had to be willing.

[i]And I have to do it without losing my mind…[/i]

Shivering from head to toe, the human managed to roll himself upright. When he wasn’t shoved over immediately, he assumed that he was allowed to get to his feet, so he did.

As soon as he was upright, Jericho rammed a hand between his legs. The sudden pressure on his pussy – it and his ass were completely exposed in the goo-suits that they were given – was enough to send him right up on his tiptoes, hissing as he forced himself to ignore the instinct to shove that hand away.

[i]Spread…let him…let him…[/i]

He had to let the rhino do what he wanted. If he held back or fought, it’d happen anyway, and probably hurt a whole lot more.

“Heh. Looks like you got some natural lube there, Mike Hunt.” The rhino smirked, forcing a finger inside and driving a whimper from between the human’s lips. “You get wet easy. That’s a good thing.”

“Nnngh…”

“You ever taken much in there?”

“N-no.”

“Not much of a bitch?”

“I…I have to learn.”

“Ain’t gotta worry about that. Gonna be a hot ride for a while, even if you’re shit at doing the riding. Heh…we’ll see what happens when you loosen up a bit, though.”

Michael was aware of that. Terrifyingly aware of that. The moment that he lost his tightness, the moment that he was left gaping to the point where he felt loose to Jericho, he’d be the public toy of the cell block. He had to do something, learn how to be a good toy while keeping his head on his shoulders, if he didn’t want to become Fuck-Meat rather than Mike Hunt.

“Come on.”

The rhino’s blunt finger slipped from his sex, and Michael forced himself not to slump forward at the pulling feeling down there. He fell in step behind the rhino as the cell door came down, and joined the other prisoners that were lining up in the middle of the cell block.

He looked around. The other anthros all appeared bored, waiting for something, but some eased that boredom by turning to look at him. One or two smirked, licking between their fingers, while others groped their dicks and flicked their hard-ons in his direction.

The coyote bitch from the day before looked at him hungrily, hips twitching, but was held in restraint by Aaron. The bull smirked at him, though, and he knew deep down that there’d be a risk of that one taking him first if he ever lost Jericho’s interest.

They didn’t stand there waiting for long. The door at the far end of the block opened up, and the dolphin from the day before – Whitman – stepped in with a cluster of other aquatic guards, ranging from sharks to orcas to other dolphins. They were all fully dressed, and they were armed with shock-sticks.

“Alright, prisoners. Off to the showers,” Whitman said.

“Heh, and a show,” one of the prisoners said.

“That depends on how far you’re going to raise your tail, Craig. Now, come on, assholes.”

They were escorted from the cell block en masse, and Michael kept his head down the whole time. The other guards all glanced at him like the prisoners did, and he knew that if he had the ‘protection’ of another prisoner rather than Jericho, he’d be their fuck-slut as well. The guards wouldn’t back off for Aaron or the others; Jericho was the only one that they were afraid of.

[i]Keep your head down…keep your head down.[/i]

He barely paid attention to the corridors that they were led down, nor did he give the elevator any attention as they ascended. Was it one level? Two? Three? It didn’t matter; thinking of escape was not going to make his current situation any easier.

They arrived at the showers some time later, and the guards tapped them one by one. Their goo-suits fell off, hitting the floor, and the heavy smell of hot bodies drenched with sweat grew far stronger. Michael didn’t know how long it had been since they had been bathed, but it had been long enough, and the goo clearly held the sweat and the smell in more than he imagined.

“Ugh…”

“Come on, Mike Hunt.”

Led to a shower faucet, he expected to be allowed to get clean. At the very most, he expected to get fingered while he was under the water, forced to be Jericho’s bitch by association. Instead –

“Hey. Mr. Hunter,” Whitman said.

Michael turned around. The dolphin smirked at him, holding what looked like some sort of squeeze-tube of gel in one hand. Jericho nodded.

“You brought it. Good.”

“Heh, I knew you’d want it, big guy.”

“You’re not getting a turn.”

“Oh, I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the show.”

“What –”

“Bend over.”

The rhino’s order interrupted his question, and he knew better than to ask what was going on. He did what he was told, leaning forward to touch his toes, and he shivered as he felt a finger tracing from his slightly-stretched pussy all the way to the still-gaped asshole further back. The water running over the other man’s fingers didn’t make him feel any slicker, and he shivered further as one of those fingers popped past his pucker effortlessly.

[i]Fuck…fuck…how loose am I back there?[/i]

“Heh, going to make sure that you never tighten back up…gonna see what it’s like to have a human hole constantly open…”

“NNnngh…your choice…sir,” he panted.

[i]Don’t like it. Don’t like it. Look like you like it, but don’t like it.[/i]

And yet, how could he ever like something like this? He was naked, exposed, nothing more than a prisoner’s property for all that he had tried to make things better for himself, and now –

Pop.

The tube had just been opened. What was in it, he wondered? He wanted to look over his shoulder and see, but he knew that he’d been instructed to stay bent over. Michael gripped his ankles all the tighter as the rhino rubbed some sort of gel over his pussy, grinding it into his pussy lips and over his clit, and –

“Ah…ah!”

He gasped as it started absorbing, feeling like his pussy lips were swelling, like his clit was throbbing. What…how…

“Just a little sensitizer,” Whitman teased, the dolphin kneeling down by him. “I thought that it’d be a hotter show when Jericho breaks you in properly if you’re nice and ready for him.”

“You…you…”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’d like it anyway, even if he wasn’t using this, but there’s something hot about seeing a prisoner’s mind break on his big dick.”

“Get away from Mike Hunt,” Jericho said, the rhino’s voice lilting with both menace and amusement. “Or I’m going to have to find a different cunt to fuck today.”

“Of course, of course.”

As soon as Whitman stepped back, Michael was lifted right off the ground. He bit his lips as his legs were secured behind the knees, lifted up to his chest as he was turned around to face the rest of the room. All the prisoners, all the guards were staring at his exposed pussy, and he gritted his teeth to keep the screams back behind his teeth.

The gel was already doing its job. He could feel his insides more clearly than he should, and his clit was throbbing hard enough to stick past its hood. It wasn’t an aphrodisiacs, but it made him a hell of a lot more sensitive than he’d usually be. The warmth in the air was like a little teasing stroke along his mound, and his insides were…they were craving something. Craving the heat of a touch from someone else.

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

And there was that massive rhino cock rising up between his legs. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen fucking inches of dick that were just waiting to plunge between his legs and claim him.

Take him.

Break him.

“Ah…ah…”

“Heh, that’s it. You understand now, Mike Hunt?” Jericho asked, grinding the upper side of his cock against the human’s pussy and forcing him to moan despite himself. “You’re going to learn to love it. And if you don’t…well, you’re still a hole. A hole that I can use however I like. The only reason you’re getting this?”

“W-why, sir?”

“Because I like a show.”

He was shifted around, his smaller body all but putty in the hands of the bigger male. He was a puppet to be moved around, adjusted, positioned as the bigger man liked. With his legs spread wide and his ankles nearly up around his ears, he couldn’t defend himself, couldn’t hide himself.

Couldn’t do anything.

The head rolled down towards his entrance. The slipperiness from the gel combined with his own easy lube was not going to be enough to make this simple, but he could already feel the stiffness and the heat from that erection. It was going in whether he was ready for it or not, and the only thing that he could do was just do his best to relax and –

“NNNGH!”

The first thrust didn’t go in, but it rammed against his clit hard enough to tell him that he needed to relax and take it, or it would just keep punching his pussy until he gave in and let it through. He whimpered as the large head, so big that it had almost dislocated his jaw the night before, ground against his sex. He gasped, shivered, panted –

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Each time it bumped against his pussy, it ground from the base to the clit, and then back down again. He was so thick, so wide, and yet, Michael could feel his body giving in. He had to – he had to find some way to let it in or he’d be broken.

[i]Just…relax…try…try and pretend…[/i]

“Nnngh…”

The human tried to relax, and in some ways, he did. He forced himself to remember the fantasies that he’d had in his dreams, of others licking him, prepping him, serving him. As he forced those erotic fantasies back to the fore, he could feel his pussy getting wetter and wetter, slicker and slicker.

[i]I hate this…[/i]

But his body loved it.

He finally slid past the head, and he screamed, not in pain – or at least, not solely in pain – but in so much unwanted pleasure. It punched inside of him, all but ripping its way past his pussy lips and into his depths, and he wanted to cry. It felt…good. Too good.

“Nnngh…mmph…”

“There it is, Mike Hunt. That’s it…be mine.”

Some might have heard affection in that ‘request’, but Michael heard the truth. It was a demand for submission, loyalty, for someone to bend and break and become nothing more than a belonging. He whimpered as he felt his body already wanting to do that, his insides clenching down on that fat dick, trying to pull it deeper inside even as the rhino kept dragging him down, down, down.

His toes curled the further that thing went, almost like there was a fist punching deeper and deeper towards his womb. His mouth hung open, sounds that shouldn’t have been possible for a human to make escaping from his lips and throat. He couldn’t think, could barely see as that thing went deeper, and deeper.

He stared at the massive bulge in his belly, unable to believe that this was entirely real, and yet…it had to be. There was nothing else that it could be.

[i]I…I…[/i]

“Nnngh!”

The rhino reversed course, pulling out of him, dragging that fat thing backward, and the big head dragged along his inner walls and hit buttons that he didn’t know he had. The g-spot, something that nobody else really touched, was childs-play for that massive cock. In, out, in, out, little short bumps that raked over it time and time again.

He wanted to scream.

He did scream.

“AAAAAGH!”

That fat cock was too much for his body to take, and the size combined with the gel forced him over the edge for the first real orgasm that he’d had in the prison. All eyes were on him as his pussy clenched down, as his clit throbbed, and – to his great humiliation – his juices squirted.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

They landed in white ropes on the ground, more like the seed shot from a male cock than the transparent juices of a female’s squirt. He spasmed, shivering as he kept clenching down on the dick inside of him, and the various prisoners and guards chuckled at the show.

“Guess that’s why the bitch can’t get pregnant,” one of the prisoners said. “Meat’s got dick-juice inside ‘em.”

“Well, Mike Hunt will wish for pregnancy by the time I’m done,” Jericho said.

There was no bracing for the next thrust. Even as the residual waves of the first orgasm was still rushing over him, Michael was slammed upward with another thrust, feeling the head of the rhino’s cock go where nothing ever should. His already-present belly bulge only grew larger as that thing went into what should have been a womb, but was something else. Never entirely sure what, but –

Smack smack smack went that cock, getting faster and faster, those heavy balls swinging forward and slapping against the erect clit standing out over his pussy. Each hit made him grit his teeth, his eyes going wider and wider as his face heated up with humiliation.

“Yeah, you like it, don’t you, Mike Hunt?” Jericho huffed in his ear. “You want to be rutted good and hard, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” he said, hoping he was still lying.

“Say it. Make them hear you.”

“Nnngh…”

“Say it, Mike Hunt.”

“Nnngh…I…I want to be rutted…rutted hard! I want…I want Jericho…to breed me!” he shouted.

It was a lie. It had to be a lie. He didn’t want this, but –

Smack, smack, smack, getting faster and faster, and that cock was doing things to his insides. He could feel everything loosening up, the faint hint of friction pain dying off as he was made to take it again and again. He wanted to blame the gel, wanted to think that was all that made this feel good, but –

In, out, in, out, the popping sound of the thick head threatening to come loose from time to time driving him mad. He wanted to hate it. He begged to hate it.

But the feelings that Jericho forced into him…pumped into him with each thrust of that huge…painful…pleasurable…

Thought faded.

Pleasure bloomed.

Another orgasm came, and with it came another squirt that splattered to the shower floor. The rest of the prisoners were getting rowdy, and he could feel them getting closer even as his eyes were rolling back. He couldn’t see them, couldn’t smell them, but could hear them. Stepping closer, stepping into the slick lines he squirted from under his clit all over the floor and along the tiles.

Hands?

Hands.

Tongues?

Tongues.

They were tasting him, touching him, grabbing him. He was nothing but meat, and Jericho was letting them do it. Probably as a lesson, and…and…and…

No more thought.

“AAAAAGH!”

He came again, feeling his pussy lips all but bouncing around the cock that was slowly destroying his pussy. In, out, in, out, beating his insides to pieces and leaving him stretched and shattered around that thing. He could feel it throbbing, getting bigger, grinding so deep inside of him.

Michael wasn’t there anymore. He was completely checked out, but his body was, and it felt everything. Everything inside, that throbbing, that huge, foot-long-plus cock wrecking him, and the pulsing that…that…

That meant…

Jericho was…

Cumming.

He was bloating up around that shaft, feeling his belly expanding outwards from more than just the simple bulge of the cock inside of him. It was getting wider, thicker, pushing out and down. He couldn’t help but moan as it filled up with the rhino’s cum, getting heavier and fuller.

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

And then he fell forward. Jericho just dropped him, letting him land with a crash on the ground. The sudden impact jolted the mess inside him loose, leaving the white goo oozing out of his pussy and dripping to the ground. He shivered, his toes curling as he felt the bubbling waterfall running out of him to the tiles below.

“That’s your place, Mike Hunt…and now, we all know how much you like it.”

#

A ‘shower’ and a number of cock-polishings and sole-lickings later, the prisoners were taken back to their cells. Their goo-suits were restored, and they were back to being mostly dressed.

He stumbled as Jericho shoved him forward as the goo-shield dropped behind them, barely catching his balance at the end of the bunks at the far end of the room. A little more cum oozed out of his gaping holes as he did, and he shivered at the warm slime that ran down his legs towards his feet.

“Nnngh…”

“Heh, looks like there might be a real slut inside you, after all,” the rhino said.

“Mmmph…”

“You don’t think so?”

Michael didn’t want to answer. The gel had made him more sensitive, there was no denying that, and he really, really wanted to believe that was the only reason that he had fallen so far into the debauchery in the showers as he did.

Yet, at the same time, he doubted that he could have cum that many times, even with the gel and someone that knew what they were doing, if it was truly…truly rape. The fact that he’d been so out of it that he fell to his hands and knees and went around the room licking the feet of the other prisoners meant that something had happened to him.

Before he could answer, he yelped as Jericho grabbed his clit. The rhino pinched it, pulling back, and Michael bent forward, feeling his pussy spreading just by being put on display that way.

“Heh. No matter how many bitches I break, I never get tired of that view,” the rhino said, shaking his head. “And you…you’re going to get used to being filled up like that. Least, til I get tired of you.”

[i]Til I get tired of you.[/i]

The words echoed like the whispers of a terrifying demon in his ears, and a tremble ran down his spine. He couldn’t let that happen. They were still comparatively gentle with him; one prisoner had wanted to ram a foot up his ass and Jericho had stopped him, wanting to have that later.

[i]Keep him interested…keep him focused…[/i]

He panted as he felt that finger sliding up along his cum-filled pussy, and he did the thing that he honestly didn’t want to do: he pushed back.

Squelch.

“Heh, that’s more like it, Mike Hunt. You’re starting to get it.”

[i]Just…just use it…use it and remember why…[/i]

Not because he wanted to feel it again.

Not because he’d almost cum his brains out.

No, not because of that at all. This was about survival, and nothing more. And yet, as that cock came up, as the broad head rubbed against his stretched, gaping, but not quite yet ruined hole, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of pleasure run up his spine towards his head. His pussy was already wet, soaked with the seed of a half-dozen others, and yet, it still squelched with juices of his own as that cock slid into place.

It knew what was coming. Michael could try and pretend that he was still trying to do this for any other reason, but his body knew the pleasure that was about to be delivered. It wanted it, even if he didn’t.

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

Summary: Michael is pushed to yet another low, and this time, he might not entirely come out of it.

Tags: M/I, Vaginal, Intersex, Male with Vagina, Cum, Orgasm, Squirting, Shower, Prison, Rhino, Various Species, Dolphin, Human, Size Difference, Full Nelson, Series, Semi-Rape, Dubcon, Humiliation, Domination, Musk, Rimming, Facesitting,