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Delmore Chapter 5
I woke up in the infirmary. I was lying on my stomach but there was no gown. I was butt naked and cuffed to the bed by one of my wrists. Still caged. Still plugged. Still horny as fuck since I felt the strong need to cum.
A white male nurse stood next to my bed. His green scrub top was short.
Short enough to allow a full view of the black jock strap he was wearing (with the obvious signs of a clit cage). No pants, just black ankle socks and tennis shoes. There was a collar around his neck with a tag that read, "property of Master Ty". If I had somehow missed the collar I would have noticed the same inscription tattooed in black on his navel with a spade symbol as well.
"Oh good. You're awake."
I looked up at him and then to my cuffed wrist.
"Sir Lincoln thought you might go rabbit on us so i had to take a precaution."
"How long have I been out?"
"About 6 or 7 hours. I'm told you were in the pillory of dorm B for about 8 hours. That's pretty fucking impressive even to some of us bitches that have been serving for a while."
"Have you been put in it?"
"Only once. My Master was punishing me but I really got into it though, my clit is leaking just thinking about it."
He grabbed my unrestrained hand and put it on his caged dick to feel the dampness through his jockstrap...like I wouldn't believe him or something. Then he pulled my fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.
Poor thing must have been even hornier than me. I had to ask, "How long has your dick been locked up?"
"Oh it's been well over a year now. I don't think of it as a dick.
It's a clit. That's why They call it a clit cage. My Master has a dick. I have two holes that He uses. I'm guessing you are curious about how it's going to be for you?"
I had no intention of staying locked up after I got out of here, but he was right. I was wondering what it felt like after being locked up that long. I couldn't imagine. "Yeah. What should I expect?"
"At first it was rough. I'd wake up in the middle of the night with my balls straining, being pulled by the ring attached to the cage because of my hard-on. But my pussy became so sensitive. Like crazy sensitive.
And when I experienced my first orgasm from getting fucked, I never cared if my Master freed me from it. I hope He never does."
It wasn't lost on me that he seemed so happy. And so far in my investigation, he seemed to be the best source of information I'd run into. And I felt like I was in a safe place to ask questions. So I did.
"Are you a slave then?"
"No. My Master allows me to be more than just an object. I'm His submissive servant. I get to keep my name, which is Joe by the way, but I do live with Master and another servant. But He has made it clear that we are still His property, just valued a bit more than the slaves. He takes on a slave occasionally but they live in the sheds He has set up on His property. Slaves are not allowed to keep their names and they become its instead of he's. He's been a part of the BNWO for quite a while now."
I shuddered at the thought of becoming enslaved.
"Were you forced into service while working as a nurse here?"
"Nope. I found Master in one of the apps. He used me for His pleasure and decided He wanted to own me immediately. I was seeking that type of relationship so I jumped at His offer. He was working here and told me what They were doing to us white boys and I just had to be here for it.
Watching straight white boys get converted into cock sucking slaves of the BNWO is the best reason to come to work. This was one of the first prisons to take part in the Black Revolution. Now every prison in the state is just like this one. It's beautiful."
My dick was betraying me at his last sentence when I mumbled, "But I ain't gay though." And it never dawned on me that this movement was so widespread already.
"Honey I saw how excited you were when you took your first dick in the intake room. If you weren't when you came here, you are now."
Those words hit home to me. Nurse jockstrap was right. I loved every minute of getting fucked in the intake room. I loved sucking Black Dick.
I loved the feeling of Black Men inside me. I wasn't a fan of drinking piss but I'll be damned if even the thought of that wasn't causing the ring on my clit cage to strain my balls from an erection. And on top of all of that, I couldn't deny that it felt natural to obey the orders of a Black Man. I was hopeful this was just a temporary spell. I could return to my normal life when I got out of here. But then I remembered that look of devotion on the warden's face. Shit, the warden. The memory of what I saw made me ask Joe, "Are They gonna make me wear women's lingerie too?"
"Depends on the desires of the Man that claims you. If you are claimed.
Some boys aren't and they become property of the BNWO as a whole. If your Owner wants you feminine then you will be. But it varies so much.
Some Men prefer masculinity and Some don't. I wouldn't worry about it at the moment. We have to start your first faggot to faggot lesson."
"Do what?" I asked as he uncuffed my wrist from the bed.
"All white boys are faggots. Or you will be. First lesson is pussy hygiene. I'm guessing you've never had a need to douche in your life."
"You would be correct."
"Well, you were lucky then, yesterday. Sometimes if you're messy They make you clean Their Dicks off with your mouth. Maybe you really were scared shitless," he laughed as he finished that sentence.
He led me to the bathroom. "Let's see the damage." He pulled my plug and the cum cascaded out of me. And probably spit. And let's just say some debris. I was so embarrassed.
"Don't be ashamed. You took those dicks like a fucking champ, bitch.
Impressive for your first day. I'll show you how to get cleaned up."
He took me to what was called a douche station. Apparently they were in every whiteboy locker room and bathroom. He said that we were expected to clean out before roll call and after our mid-shift break (regardless of if we had one or not) and at the end of shift in case we got fucked in the parking lot before going home.
He shoved the hose up my ass and I felt the sensation of lukewarm water filling me until I felt the pressure to release. He said to hold it in for just a bit and then release. I had to repeat this process until the water ran clear numerous times. I was humiliated. I mean you would think being fucked like a whore in front of everyone, drinking piss, being caned, and gang banged in front of a crowd would have been the peak of my humiliation so far, but no, it was this. Pushing water out of my ass over and over in front of this nurse.
"Why am I doing this now if my shift is over? I need to be getting home."
"Your file says you are single and live alone. Lt. Roosevelt says you will stay on property for at least a week to complete your training."
The sense of dread that consumed me was noticeable.
"Awww don't worry honey. You'll be in great hands. They've taken a special liking to you. I'm kinda jealous. I bet you'll be in love before this week is through. Doesn't matter though. You are now property of the BNWO just like the rest of us. It's good that you didn't run last night. I saw one try that once. He didn't make it very far and Jesus his training was intense. I wasn't jealous of what he went through. I felt sorry for him. For what it's worth now, he's totally devoted to his two Masters."
Joe (property of Master Ty) walked me to the infirmary entrance where two Black COs were waiting.
"Thanks, you hot little bitch," they said to Joe and one of Them smacked his ass really hard. Like definitely left a red print hard.
"Anything for You, Sirs!"
"This way, bitch."
I followed caged, unplugged and naked down the hallway to whatever awaited me. The will to run was no longer in me. It's not like I could get out anyway. And I definitely didn't want to experience whatever that officer that attempted escape went through. No, I'd suffer through this week and report my findings to my "handler" when I got out of here in a week.
To be continued...