THE BRIG
by Kevin G

It was night 19 of my month long sentence. I was slated for a good behavior release so I knew I had just a few more nights. I had a good time during my AWOL but the time in lock up was starting to wear on me.

And, I was really horny, after all these nights of abstinence, but sleeping in the dormitory was a great deterrent to jerking off... Which was in fact a punishable offense!

But lying there in my bunk with a stiff cock and unable to sleep I finally said to hell with it, and got up and padded into the dimly lit communal head. No one else was there and at least the stalls had doors.

I wasted no time stepping into a stall, dropped my shorts and took a seat and began flogging my cock. Oh it felt so good, I tensed and relaxed at the same time, slumping until the exposed valve dug coldly into my back. I stifled my moans, biting my free hand a couple of times. Already oozing precum, I wasn't going to last long.

Then I was illuminated by the harsh focused beam of a flashlight shining over the stall wall. Caught.

"Drop your cock and come out of there maggot", growled the Duty Petty Officer.

I moved to comply, stood up then bent to pull up my shorts.

"Don't bother", the DPO commanded, "And don't cover up, I need to see your hands are empty".

I stepped out of the stall naked, with my stiff and glistening dick bobbing in front of me.

"No discipline... Shut up maggot," the DPO gruffly cut off any protest or lame explanation, "No discipline, that's how you ended up here. And now you just bought yourself another month instead of leaving early," he continued.

"Go." He pointed towards the DPO office at the opposite end of the dorm compartment. "We've got papers to fill out."

I had never felt more like a prisoner than at at that moment. I walked briskly through the space with the DPO following close behind. I was conscious of at least a couple of my fellow prisoners awake and furtively watching me being marched past naked with a hard-on.

Then the DPO and I were in the office, behind a closed door...

He was not tall but was built solid, the classic 'fire plug', hair what we now call buzz cut, dark with just a bit of gray showing up. The room was was tiny, really not much larger than a walk-in closet, half the space was taken by the only furnishing, a steelcase desk.

"Attention!" barked the DPO.

I stood tall and naked as the DPO made no bones about inspecting me, circling me. Close. I could smell him, hear his breaths.

He stepped even closer behind me, and I flinched as he grabbed my wrists from my sides and gathered them together in one of his large beefy paws.

"You know your choices here sailor?" He whispered into me ear. I flinched even harder as I felt his free hand on my ass cheek.

Recalling my Dad's warning of 'Bad men out there' the night I left for the induction center a year previous, I had a couple of guesses.

"I... Uh..."

The DPO squeezed my ass hard.

"Yes, yes Sir!" I yelped past the lump in my throat. My heart felt like it would explode out of my chest.

"So which is it? Another month, and now that I know what a faggot pervert you are, I'll be watching you extra close? Or the easy way, tonight, right now?"

This was insane, like some sort of exploitation movie come to life. I was a somewhat naive 19 year old but I knew what the DPO was talking about, hinting at, and I was quickly realizing what I might be literally, in for.

And his word would be accepted over any protests I might raise.

"Right.... Right... Now, Sir."

I hadn't even finished speaking and the DPO had pulled me back tight against himself. His free hand found my cock, tugging and twisting viciously, taking his pleasure and giving me pain, I felt his hard cock grinding against my bare ass through his pants.

I groaned and my knees went watery as he found my balls and squeezed them as though he meant to crush them. Then he released them and I went to my knees while he held my wrists high behind me. I knelt, gasping, facing the desk.

I felt cold metal on my wrists and heard the snick of handcuffs ratcheting closed. Then the sound of a zipper.

The DPO let go of my cuffed wrists and stepped in front of me. He was unbuttoning the waistband of his pants and then let them fall to his ankles as he sat on the desk.

"OK sailor. Suck my cock, and mind your teeth. You do this well, and I might not bugger you."

I only had to shuffle a foot or two on my knees and his dick was in my face. It resembled his body, relatively short but thickly powerful. Surrounded at the base by thick black pubes, the head was an angry red and the shaft was veined, faintly purple some of them.

"Come on, suck it!" He barked at me and grabbed one of my ears with one hand while he wrapped the other behind my head and pushed me down. His musk was strong and I found that arousing. The hard-on that had been squeezed out of me moments before began to return.

I gave his cock head a couple of tentative tongue swipes, and I was fascinated that I felt his cock twitch in response. But the DPO was having none of the slow and steady approach and as he increased his downward pressure on my head, I opened my mouth wide and took in his cock.

Salty and tart at the same time. Again the musky odor only stronger. I let my tongue play along the underside of the shaft and was again rewarded, this time with a throb.

My own cock was fully hard now. Of course I couldn't touch it.

With little further urging I went to work, not sure of myself but thinking i really wanted to avoid having this cock up my ass, I gave myself over to the moment and fought past my gag reflex, ignored the tears filling my eyes as I choked on the DPO.

I managed to hump my cock against his leg. Very lightly, not enough to cum, but it felt so good.

He relaxed his grip on my head, lightly holding my ear and occasionally stroking and tweaking it as he mumbled and grumbled nasty names and instructions to me.

This didn't go on too long before he once again grabbed my head and rocked his hips a few times before he filled my mouth with his hot salty load and roared his satisfaction. I knew that my fellow prisoners on the other side of the door could hear and deduce what was happening.

He held me still on his softening cock until he felt me swallow his load. Surprisingly it wasn't that difficult, just a little bitter and viscous.

Then he wordlessly directed my cleanup efforts as I gently tongue-bathed his organ.

"OK sailor, stand up," the DPO growled. He actually helped me, a good thing as I was still cuffed. "Turn around and I'll take those off. And don't worry I won't be buggering you, that was a great blowjob, I'm done for tonight."

I complied wordlessly. Feeling embarrassment, relief, and arousal, all at once. Then trepidation.

The DPO threw the cuffs on the desk. "Yes you heard me. Now get your faggot ass out of my office, and Keep your mouth shut. Oh yeah and keep your dick skinners off your cock, I am going to fuck you until you squirt tomorrow night. You don't want me drilling your ass all night."

"Yes sir!" I walked out of the office still naked and hard.

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