Officer Ace Stevenson let out a long sigh as he raked his hand over his face. His eyes watching the camera feeds of the prison. He observed the inmates as they went about their evenings. Glancing at the clock, he huffed as it reads eight-thirty pm.
A cough has Stevenson turning around to find his fellow officer Kripkes standing behind him.
"It's almost time for lights out," Kripkes says. "And it's your turn to walk amongst the filth," he adds.
Shaking his head, Ace stands to his feet. "Fine," he sighs. "But when I get back, we're playing cards and loser has to do a lights out walk for the next month."
Kripkes laughs. "I'll take that bet."
Turning on his heel, Ace leaves the office and makes his way down to his assigned cell block. He finds most of the inmates already making their way to their cells.
Ace continued on his way until he heard an inmate call for him.
Turning to his right, he found a man holding his stomach
"I don't feel so good," the man said.
Narrowing his eyes, Ace carefully approached the inmate.
"What's up with you?"
"My stomach hurts," the man said. "It feels like someone pu-punched me, and it's har-hard to breathe."
Letting out a sigh, Ace stepped forward, like most officers he had been trained in basic care.
However, before he can do anything, the man lashes out and grabs him in the wrist. Ace soon finds himself thrown against the corner of the cell with a hand over his mouth and a shiv against his throat.
"One word and I paint this cell with your blood, got it?"
Ace can only nod as the hand is removed from his mouth.
"Good, now I'm going to take your cuffs and cuff you to the bed frame, and you are not going to resist, understand?"
Stevenson wants so badly to protest and fight back, but the weapon against his neck forces him to reconsider. He concedes and lets himself be dragged to the metal bed frame of the cell. His cuffs are freed from his belt and his wrists are secured around the leg, keeping him in place. He goes to shout when his firearm is taken, but the edge of the blade being flourished silences him.
Ace watches as the inmate leaves and suddenly, the prison erupts into chaos. There is shouting and sounds of fighting. It goes on for quite some time before cheers erupt. A moment later, the inmate returns and smiles down at Ace.
"Well piggy, it took some work, but my associates and I have taken this cell block...and it's only a matter of time before the entire prison is ours.
"They will call for back up," Ace spits.
"I don't think so, you see we were fortunate enough to have an experienced technician in our midst, managed to get to the main control room and shut down any and all calls going in or out, not sure how he did it, but don't really care."
Ace feels his heart drop.
"So what? Did you kill the other officers?"
"Nah, we have better plans for you pigs." He smiles.
Ace pauses. "What are you going to do with us?"
"Why show you your proper places of course," by the time we're done here, you officers are going to do whatever we tell you."
Ace swallows deeply at the wording.
"Now, because I captured you, I get to keep you, but your friends are going to be auctioned off,"
"Auctioned?" Ace asks.
"That's right, you are going to be our pets, give us something to enjoy while we spend our time here." The man says. "Now, I am going to uncuff you, and don't even think of running, you won't make it far, and I can't assure you that you would survive." The inmate warns him. "So I'm going to uncuff you, and you are going to do as I say, understand me?
Ace falters before looking up.
"Not like I have much of a choice," he says.
"That's right, you don't. The man smiles as he takes the key from Ace's pocket and undoes the cuffs.
Rubbing his wrists, Ace continued to sit. "Now what?"
He watches as his captor sits down on the bed beside him. "Now you strip."
"Excuse me?" Ace gasps, only to yelp as he is slapped.
"You will show respect to me, you will call me sir unless I tell you otherwise, you understand?"
"Ye-yes, Sir," Ace nods.
"Good, get out of your clothes," the man commands him.
Reaching out, Ace unlaces and removes his boots and socks, he reaches up to unbutton his uniform shirt and slips his undershirt over his head. Taking a breath, he then removes his utility belt before removing his pants, he now sits there in nothing but black boxer briefs before the inmate.
"Good piggy."
Blushing, Ace clears his throat. "You can't keep us here forever, we have people who care about us...who will worry about us if they don't see us...sir," he finishes.
"The 'sir' saved you a punishment." the inmate growls. "But in response, you are correct, we can't keep you all here forever, which is why we are letting you leave in the morning...until then we will train you, and gather insurance to make sure that you say nothing of what happened." He explains. "And when the other officers come to relieve you in the morning, we will train them."
Ace furrows his brow. "What are you going to train me for, sir?"
"I already said, to be a good pet."
Before Ace can say anything, the man reached out to grab him by the jaw. "At which point you will do whatever I say to please me." He rumbles. "Now get your mouth on my cock,"
"I'm not gay,"
"Neither am I," the inmate says. "But you're nothing but a cocksucking pig, so get your lips on my dick, or I'll break your jaw."
Ace swallows deeply before crawling forward. He reaches out and lowers the front of the inmate's pants and fishes for his cock.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly leans forward and takes the manhood into his mouth.
"Yeah...that's a good bitch," the man says. "Suck that cock, suck your owner's cock."
Ace fights the tears that well in his eyes as he continues to give the man a blowjob. He had never thought he would ever do this to another man, but here he was, on his knees with a dick in his mouth.
"Who knows, I might take another piggy for a pet and watch you two fight for my attention."
Ace gives a distinct whimper as the inmate thrusts deep into his throat.
Suddenly, the doorway is darkened by another figure. Both Stevenson and the man turn to find yet another inmate watching them, a look of shock in his face that quickly turns to enjoyment. "Damn, Keith, you didn't waste any time."
"This pig just needed to be shown his proper place, on his knees worshiping my cock." Ace hears the inmate -Keith- chuckle.
"Hey, no judgement, I managed to win one of the others in the auction, cost me ten smokes and gum, but it was worth it."
"Right on," Keith says as he continues to thrust into Ace's throat, causing him to sputter and choke.
"Well, you enjoy your new pet...by the way, we have control of the prison."
Stevenson felt his heart drop. The prisoners controlling the prison meant that no one would be called to come help them, that his coworkers and fellow officers had been taken captive by inmates...and who knew what would be done to them.
The other inmate then leaves.
