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The Correction Cube for Sanmer by Draconicon

Harrison pulled against the other guards as they dragged him into the COC room, shaking his head repeatedly as they pulled him towards one of the clear cubes in the back of the room.

"Come on, guys, you can't do this to me! I was just having a bit of fun, I don't need to be locked up!"

"Doesn't matter if you were having fun or not; you weren't following orders."

"And besides, the boss said to put you in here. You gonna go against what Sanmer says?"

"N-no, but -"

"Then you're getting locked up. You shouldn't have been late so many times."

Despite having an orca body, Harrison still had a rabbit's heart. He couldn't fight hard enough against the other guards to get free, and soon they had him down on his knees. The other guards opened up the bulletproof, thick glass on one side of the cube, and Harrison shivered at the sight of what he was about to be locked in.

The glass cube was the same as all of the different correctional pods, but it was the small size of it that scared him. It was barely large enough for his crouched, kneeling body to be able to fit inside, and it would basically force the end of his face and his ass cheeks to get flattened inside of it. His tail would have to be forced over his head to be able fit in at all, and both his holes would be completely open for use. Complete, total, constant use, if he was unlucky, and if he wanted to get out quickly.

He glanced around at the other orcas, hoping to see some sort of sympathy for him in their eyes. Yet, despite their shared duty, there was none.

"Come on, guys, I don't deserve this. So what if I clocked in a bit too late a few times? Haven't you guys ever been late to work before?"

"Not a week straight."

"And not because we were jerking off as we were getting into work form."

"And not because we were forcing inmates into the locker room to suck us off. That's work stuff, man, not off-shift stuff."

Harrison blushed, though it was difficult to see in his white and black face. It wasn't like he was the only one that did most of those things, and he would bet that some of the other guards did the same sort of thing off-shift. He couldn't have been the only one to go with those temptations; it was too good an opportunity to use those high and mighty dragons like they deserved to be used. Why should he only get the fun while he was an orca? It was an even better way to humiliate the inmates, making them serve his smaller form.

"It's just a good thing that Sanmer ramped up the CCC number on him to make him forget it. Still, all that lust; I bet that dragon's going to have suppressed memories for the rest of his life."

Serves him right. That dragon should have been doing it willingly.

"Let's get this over with. We've still got a full shift to get through."

Harrison tried to come up with one more plea, but the other guards seemed to have had enough. They pulled out the rest of the equipment they needed, including a temporary ring for his cock sleeve. He pulled back, but they pinned him down.

"It's too late, Harrison. Stop fighting it, or you'll be in here for a month instead of a week."

Three orcas held him down while a fourth pressed a button on their portable console. Harrison's harness beeped softly, and he felt a thick latex spreading out from it. The layer seemed to form out of a shimmering beam, but Harrison knew that it was just a series of nanites rapidly forming themselves into a new material. It spread quickly, moving up from his chest towards his neck, and from there up to his head.

The more it spread, the more heat it seemed to keep in, and he started sweating like crazy as it crawled up along the back and top of his head, and under his chin. He tried to squirm back and forth, futilely trying to escape the black flood, but there was no way that he could get back. All he managed to do was get the latex to spread faster.

As it spread over his bottom lip, it slipped into his mouth. Despite the gaping maw that orcas generally had, it only covered about an inch and a half along each lip. He didn't get it, wondering why it would only force that part of his mouth open. But then it started to inflate. While the rest of his mouth was held shut, that small section of his mouth was spread wide, forced into a wide O leading down to his long, slick tongue.

"Heh, he might be fun to use later."

"Come on, Jim, show a little loyalty."

"Hey, not my fault if I haven't gotten off yet. This guy's making me late for my shift, so I might just take it out on him."

Please, please, any of you, just not the dragons, Harrison thought. He'd spent so much time humiliating and enjoying them that he doubted he could take it if they were to come and use him. Yes, it was part of the correction cube, but it didn't mean he'd just walk into it.

The hood continued to spread, going over his head and then down over his eyes. Harrison whimpered, closing them before the nanites could weave the latex into them. It wasn't a common occurrence, but there had been a guard or two that had been unlucky. Rumor was that they were sent home with a generous severance package, but he didn't know if he'd be that lucky.

Soon it covered everything but his nose and his open mouth, leaving his head saturating in his own sweat and body heat. He groaned, but the sound came out more as a whimper than anything else.

"Okay, that deals with the hood. Now it's time for him to get ringed properly."

"Yeah, yeah, the adaptor ring. Kinda glad this isn't built into our suits generally."

"Heh, can you imagine? We'd be helpless if a dragon ever got one of the consoles, otherwise."

Blind as a bat, Harrison couldn't see what they were doing around him. He thought of the hard cocks swaying around as his fellow guards moved around, and anytime he felt something near his ass, he tensed up, shuddering from the anticipation of someone using him. Considering he couldn't stop them, he doubted that they were going to just put him in. Maybe someone would slip up and then they'd have to join him in corrections duty. Wouldn't help him much, but at least he wouldn't be so alone.

He jumped as he felt the adaptor ring sliding down his cock. He tried to pull his arms free so he could stop it, but the other orcas were too strong. And apparently, they were frustrated with his attempts to get free, because he felt a pair of handcuffs slid over his wrists.

"Fuck. You are just doing this to yourself, you know that?"

It's not my fault! You can't do this! I did what all of us wanted to do!

Yet there was no stopping it. The ring went all the way down the cock sleeve he wore, squeezing him at the base as soon as it reached the bottom. He groaned, thrusting his hips forward, his erect cock sloshing about in the cum inside the sleeve from his earlier orgasms.

"Alright. How much did the Warden say to turn it up?"

"-20, I think."

"Eeesh. He'll be here a while, alright."

Harrison's silent scream turned into a moan in short order as the ring activated, his cock sleeve suddenly pulsing and squeezing his cock in a frantic motion. He thrust his hips forward blindly, humping air like a dog that had been teased too much, panting through his hood and trying to grind against anything.

Yet, even as he felt the suction, he felt the denial too. His cock was squeezed right at the base by the adaptor ring, making his cock throb hard, standing out as more rigid, more solid, more unbending. It oozed and leaked inside of the cock sleeve, yet felt no closer to an orgasm than ever, despite the unrelenting suction and squeezing and stroking inside. It was driving him mad, and it hadn't even been a minute yet.

"Okay, get him in the cube before he loses it. Better get him immobilized."

The hands holding him down moved to his sides, half guiding and half carrying him. Harrison threw his head from side to side, squirming as wildly as he could, but there was no way that he could stop them now. His shoulders passed by the entrance of the cube, and he was pushed through more than he was slid through. Several 'considerate' guards pulled his tail up high before it was too late, threading it through over his back until his flukes touched the back of his head.

He only knew that he was all the way in when he wound up kissing the far side. A sliding block would be moved later, he knew, when someone else came to use him; it was too close to his mouth for him to turn away or avoid getting face-fucked, and as the back of the cube came down, he felt something similar pressing against his muscled rump. He felt his ass squish out a bit from the tiny box, holding him completely still, the sides of it keeping him upright since his arms were still tied behind his back.

As the back closed, the worst thing was that he couldn't hear anything. It was one thing to be completely blind, something else entirely to be both blind and deaf. To hear nothing, to feel nothing, not even vibrations from the floor, left him chilled, turning his head to ghost sounds that he couldn't tell were real or not. Harrison panted, his heart racing.

And through it all, his cock continued getting milked, but not released. He whimpered through his hood, the only sound that he could hear in the glass prison he was in, and the orca whined. He couldn't even thrust or grind against anything, just stay there in that position as he was constantly stroked, sucked, and teased by his own cock sleeve. He felt it droop with pre inside, soaking his own cock in it. Probably the sleeve itself was swelling with all he was leaking, but he couldn't see that either. It was all down to his sense of touch, which was getting stronger by the second.

He wiggled his hips, one of the few things he could do, and he felt his cock slap against his thighs, wetly squishing against his thick muscles. It throbbed all the more, begging for more contact, more touch, but it was all he could give himself. His balls felt like they were swelling at the edging he got.

How long has it been? he thought. He knew, logically, that it couldn't have been more than ten minutes, but he'd never been good at holding back. With this much need down there, it felt like he'd been edging for hours, if not the entire day, and he needed to cum. But it wouldn't let him. That was part of the punishment.

Suck, suck, squeeze, squeeze went the sleeve, driving him mad as it felt like the mouth of one of the eager dragons, sucking him and begging for cum. But unlike them, it wouldn't let him finish.

Then, he felt a thump. He twitched, realizing something had hit the cube. What was it? A guard? An inmate? He couldn't tell.

Another thump, another bump. What was going on?

Then silence. Harrison hoped against hope that they were going away. If they were inmates, then he was getting out of having to service them. If they were guards, they weren't taunting him with their freedom and his imprisonment.

Another minute. Maybe he's-

"...not that you'll ever know it was me..."

FUCK! NO! GET IT OUT!

His mental screams did nothing as a dragon cock was forced down his throat, throbbing and oozing like mad through its sleeve. His face was used like a toy, just like he had done with the many dragons, and he was helpless to get away.

The End