Showered in Secrets

When he was growing up things made sense to Tobias Beecher. If you were good you were rewarded. If you were bad you were punished. Even as he grew older, found his hormones racing and his mind expanding things still made sense. Men fell in lust with, and paired off with, women. Good men were given a second chance. Following the straight and narrow and occasionally looking the other way when a minor law was broken would be rewarded. But no one told him about the adult world of pressure, denial, frustration, temptations. His fall was swift and justice was even swifter. No one cared that his mistake was only one in a life of none. His mistake had ended the dreams of a family and a young girl’s life. It was enough to make a judge throw him away into the pit of hell.
Now, stretched over a piece of concrete wall in a steamy shower room with a Nazi psychopath’s dick shoved half way up his body nothing made sense. Up was down. In was out. Black was white. It didn’t matter if you were a good or bad. The prisoner’s had their own sense of right from wrong and so far Beecher was on the wrong end of trying to do the right thing time and time again.
Schillenger made a few grunts, he was getting close. Luckily he was after brute force not loving strokes so the sex never lasted that long. Not that Beecher wanted it to. He let his mind wander off, detach and protect itself by going away for a moment from the reality that was now his life. Sometimes he feared it might not come back but then he was not sure if that would really be a bad thing. A sharp slap to his ass brought him back momentarily and he felt his own cock stiffen. Stupid piece of flesh. At first he was shocked that his body could produce any signs of arousal at such a moment. He understood shock will often do that, produce odd body reactions, still it was unnevering to say the least. He was not raised to accept that man would want this type of behavior and certainly they should never get pleasure off of it. Luckily his body seemed to agree and the erections produced disappeared quickly when the shock was no longer present. The force stopped. Schillenger was finished. After a few pants he pulled out. Normally this was Beecher’s cue to walk under the shower spray and wash away all that had just happened while inviting his mind to come back from its hiding place. This time though he was embarrassed that his very hard erection was still looming large in front of him. Normally it would already be deflated, curled and pathetic in his pubic hairs but not this time. This time it was red, hard and screaming to be touched.
“What are you doing Prag? Waintin for a second round? Common…wash up.”
“Yes Sir,” Beecher mumbled head falling down to his chest as he shuffled over and let the spray wash over him.
An evil laugh spat itself out of Schillinger’s body. “Why sweetpea is that for me?”
“No I…”
“You have never popped for me. Bout time.”
Suddenly Schillenger was there in front of him, pushing him towards the back corner of the showers against the damp cement wall.
“Don’t fight it. You deserve a reward. You have been a good boy. Just didn’t know I excited you so much.”
“You don’t…”
“What’s that?” Schillinger challenged as his finger’s encircled the throbbing cock protruding proudly from Beecher’s wet skin.
“N-o-othing Sir.” Beecher bit his bottom lip and tried to mentally will his flesh to not respond to the fingers dancing up and down in long hard strokes against his cock. A moan from somewhere long forgotten in his life bubbled up and cascaded from his throat.
“Oh yeah…love that. You love getting fucked don’t ya? You’re a fuckin bitch for it. Open your eyes.”
Beecher kept his eyes closed. He might be giving up his body to the man but he would fight to keep his soul. This is just a reaction. Just a need for release nothing more. Didn’t mean anything. These thoughts coated his brain trying to make everything okay. Trying to put all the pieces of his life back into place.
The fingers left his cock and he heard himself whimper. Damn he actually was begging for it as those same heated fingers pressed into his throat.
“I said open your eyes bitch. You will look at me when I am giving you such an important gift. You will know that it is me. Not your wife or some fantasy piece of pussy but me.”
“Yes Sir,” Beecher replied his voice horse from the pressure on his windpipe. His eyes snapped open staring directly into the pale blue eyes of Schillenger. Any hope Beecher secretly held that staring into Schillenger’s face would cause his own cock to go soft was quickly dashed as that calloused hand closed again on his cock and his body rebelled against him by thrusting up demanding more contact.
“Oh your hungry for it. You’re a slutty little bitch ain’t ya? Beg me for it Prag. Beg me to come.”
Beecher heard his voice responding, his mind too busy with the sensations crashing over him. “Please Sir. I need it. Please let me come Sir. Please.”
He heard panting his own and Schillenger’s combining in an odd chorus of exertion. Shillenger was stroking himself excited by the site of Beecher giving himself up.
“Your mine. You belong to me,” he growled.
“Yes Sir. Mmm yours.”
His body thrusted hard over and over into Schillenger’s fingers.
“My bitch. Mine.”
Beecher was close, his balls pulling up as the orgasm built in his gut. The fingers on his cock tightened and a thumb glanced over the slit on top.
The orgasm broke free shooting heat over his belly and thighs and coating Shillenger’s fingers. He bit down on his lower lip surpressing the screams. The heat pouring through and from his body engulfing him as his head whipped wildly to the side and slammed into the concrete wall. He barely felt the heat and grunts from his tormentor as Schillenger shot all over him rubbing his leaking cock on Beecher’s thighs spreading their seed together.
Defeated, spent and confused Beecher allowed himself to be washed and a towel to be put around his waist. If he could have he would have let Schillenger carry him back to the pod. His body was lifeless as he trudged back and then lay down on his cot.
Schillenger jumped himself up onto his upper cot and lay down satisfied.
“That was beautiful sweetpea just beautiful. Man…you may be a moody bitch Bitcher but you sure do give it good when you want to.”
Beecher remained silent. His eyes fixed on the river of coils on the bottom of the buck above his head. The state had taken away his ability to practice law. The state had taken away his individual freedom. The state had taken away his privacy. But this man…this evil man above him had taken so much more. A piece of his soul never to be returned. A personal truth exposed than he never even knew existed in him. An orgasm at the hands of the evil man who cared so little about him. An orgasm stronger than any he had ever experienced before.
The lights would snap off in an hour but the darkness had already surrounded Beecher as he rolled to the side and drifted off to an uneasy sleep.