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As Dez and his Gang made their way towards Gerald, the prisoners had made a nice, wide path for them to walk. The cheers lit up Dez's brain like fireworks! He only let himself smile a little bit. "This was going to be fun... even though it was all about revenge. And business". Dez thought to himself. Dez's face turned to stone as he walked heavily with aggression and contempt.
Meanwhile, all of the Guards and Staff watched the ensuing drama from the comfort of the break room. The room looked out over the yard. Tinted black windows ensured they would not be seen. Though, what the prisoners didn't know was that a Guard was actually filming the ensuing scene from above them in a Gun Tower. And a microphone was placed inside the old basketball post. Inside the break room the oncoming fun was being watched on the beautiful, new flat screen television the wonderful tax payers of this state were paying for. This prison had been saving SO much money it was almost obscene! Year after year!! That guy running Tent City down in Arizona doesn't have clue 1 about how to run a prison. Violence was so rare... large amounts of cleaning supplies were rarely bought... medical... everything that usually costs prisons millions each year were no longer a concern for Silver State. Which is why they could give the prisoners good meals. Not that they deserved it... but... it was a huge help in keeping violence down. And the continuous tickle torture and rape was punishment enough. Some of the prisoners heads were so fucked up that all they did was walk around and giggle.
2 bets was going around that Gerald would finally cum to tickling... others bet he would be forced to cum to some full blown sex act. The other bet was he would be made Dez's bitch. Others figured he would be passed around the prison. $100.00 was the buy in. Every week or two was a miniature version of a brand new and ongoing Tickle Superbowl. But with tickling and very horny Men. Of course... that could very well be a part of the real Superbowl activities.
Dez, finally stood in front of Gerald. His Men behind him, waited for a sign from Dez. Gerald had tears running down his face. Knowing the clock was tickling... Dez produced a huge handful of paint brushes hidden away under his hair. He held them up, and the crowd roared with approval.
Moving towards Gerald's left side... he yelled out. "Give me a seat!" A prisoner hustled over and got down on his hands and knees. Dez sat down on the Man's back. He pointed to one of his Gang and he too yelled out for a seat on Gerald's right side. "No...this isn't enough." He pointed for two more huge Men from His Gang to come over. 2 more prisoners came and knelt as fast as they could. All seated now... Dez passed around the tiny paint brushes while still keeping a handful for himself. Gerald's tears became running faucets "What... what are you going to do to me?" Gerald managed to choke out through his tears. Dez looked menacingly at Gerald. "You are going to pay for what you did to me. NO ONE fucks with ME!! 2 by his underarms... 2 at his feet. And one man even climbed onto the basketball pole. He held a very long stick, with a feather attached. Just long enough to reach his stomach.
Dez's Men were given the signal to start with a nod. They slowly started to wiggle their fingers in Gerald's armpits. The ones at his feet removed his slippers and started to run there fingers up and down his arches. Meanwhile Dez took his brushes and started to wiggle them slowly through the cock cage Gerald wore. Like a sexually sadistic "Wolverine". Gerald wasn't hard yet...so at this point he was tickling air as he waited for Gerald to rise. Another of Dez's Men lay down underneath Gerald's ass on the bench and started to lick his asshole.
Feeling fingers tickling his armpits and feet at the same time was awful. Gerald's body felt like it had been hit by multiple lightning bolts. He had been tortured for so long now... without release... he thought he might just die if he came. But the constant stroking of his most sensitive areas caused Gerald's cock to grow. Right in front of Dez and his Men. His ass had a warm tongue licking him... his feet were so ticklish.... his armpits were equally so... "NO NO NOHOHO PLEASHEHEHEHEHEHASE STHHHHHAP!!!!! Within minutes Gerald's cock was engorged and ready for the brushes. Dez quickly attacked him through the cage like a Black Widow. But upon contact he slowed down and made tiny strokes with his brushes on Gerald's cock. This was absolute torture...but somehow... exquisite. The veins in his cock protruded almost painfully. Seeing this.. Dez made sure to glide his brushes up and down the veins in Gerald's cock... causing maximum pleasure with minimum effort. Gerald didn't know it... but the entire yard had taken out their cocks to jerk off. And so had Dez's Men. The Man underneath Gerald kept twirling his tongue over his asshole... also now getting himself hard with his huge hand. Soon... he stopped, mouthing his fingers like he would a popsicle, and placed them inside his ass to open him up. Normally a new bitch wouldn't be met with such a courtesy. But... this Man had been where he's been before... and he thought it only right.
Dez looked around the yard while he began to fish for something in his shorts. Finding it, he took out a key and unlocked the metal cock cage. His suddenly yelled out... "DON'T ANY OF YOU DARE CUM. YOU CAN CUM WHEN I SAY YOU CAN!!!!" The entire yard slowed down their hands in response.
With the cage off...Gerald was an apocalyptic mess of hysteria. Dez's Gang would intensify the tickling of his feet and underarms and go back to slow and torturous. The Man wrapped around the pole above him was having great delight in sticking his feather deep into Gerald's bellybutton. Gerald tried to swerve his hips out of the way but all he ended up doing was riding the man's fingers below him in circles. This made Gerald even hornier now. His feet were taut and frozen against the wild and unbridled tickling fingers. The Men who were enjoying his armpits also took great delight in sticking their fingers in his ears.
The Man on the bench took his fingers out of Gerald's ass after pumping slowly for a good 5 minutes. He then took out his medium sized cock. It might not have been much but he could far outlast most of the other men. He spit into his hand as a quick form of lube. He put the tip against Gerald's asshole and began to slowly work himself in. Gerald screamed out as he felt what was happening to him. A new and painful invasion of his body. The most primal of ways to control someone. The rest of the prisoners kept inching closer to the scene... quickly pumping their cocks again at the hot action unfolding before their eyes. Dez stood up and glared at them and they stepped backwards. They re slowed down their hands. Some falling into the Men behind them. Some pushing went on but they stayed attuned to the torture.
Meanwhile in the break room all of the money had been collected and was now in the hands of the hot, blonde nurse. She decided it was best to put it deep inside her cleavage while she was hard at work on her knees sucking off the Warden. She kept stealing glances at the yard below. She didn't make bets. Today she just liked being the money holder and the Warden's personnel dick sucker.
Back in the yard... Gerald was feeling closer and closer to the biggest climax he could ever experience. But now the man on the pole had climbed down over Gerald and was sticking his dick down Gerald's wet throat. Tears reformed around Gerald's eyes... and were bulging at this latest intrusion. His feet had arched painfully backwards as the rest of his body was practically floating on the prisoners cock he was being forced to ride. His ticklish feet being arched like this only made the surrounding prisoners hotter. Dez's Gang took out feathers from their pockets and stroked his bare feet invoking flashes of the tortures he had already been forced to receive. With all of his holes filled... his cock tickled, with so many paintbrushes and feathers now too... so many instruments of torture... Gerald felt the orgasm he had been denied for so long intensely rising from his balls.
Dez sensed Gerald was about to go over. "STOP'!!!!!! All of his Gang stopped the torture and looked at Dez, quizzically. "GET OFF HIM!!" Dez roared. They all moved away not understanding this latest development. Gerald was painfully frustrated now being so close. But was thankful the torture stopped if only for a moment.
Dez stood between the separated foot stocks and over Gerald's dick. He snatched a feather from one of his gang. "NOW... your orgasm is MINE. YOU are MY bitch from HERE on OUT. RIGHT?? YOU TICKLISH PUTA"?? He leaned on the bench and over his body... he let the feather slowly close in on his cock for effect. Making contact...he started to tickle the longest vein on the underside of Gerald's cock. Up and down... near the head... and down his dick to his balls. And back up again. "Tickle...tickle...tickle putaaa". Gerald started to hysterically laugh again. The vein became magnified... like an insect under a magnifying glass under the hot sun. His cock was so ticklish he cried through his laughter once more. His balls tightened oh so painfully. Dez showed 2 of men one of his fingers. They understood what he meant. They began to tickle his arches with just one finger. Directly in the middle. "Kitchy kitchy coo....puta". Gerald SCREAMED out. 2 tickling fingers and one feather tickled him in unison. Gerald felt the orgasm rise through his entire body. From his feet, to his knees..through his thighs... practically behind his eyes. The orgasm swirled around in his balls for another 30 agonizing seconds before he came so massively... the prisoners watched as Gerald's cock spurted out cum high and long. He laughed like a maniac on fire. Like a long unearthed volcano. He even reached the face of the prisoner re clung to the pole above him. Very funny indeed.
After this inspired show was over, Dez stepped back. He turned to the crowd and took a deep bow. Screaming cheers and Arsenio type woot's, fist pumps and bumps rang out around the yard. Dez took a step forward and with a quick wave of his hand, let the yard finish themselves off at Gerald's expense. Gerald though was passed completely out. He didn't know that for the next 2 hours he had become the prison fuck doll. He was fucked, tickled, and cummed on from the hundreds of prisoners in the yard. Every inch of him was stroked with feathers, fingers, tongues and hard cocks.When everyone had finished with him... he resembled a pale, wet blanket. Alone and discarded like trash.
The guards above were thrilled! They congratulated each other with pure joy. Not only had some of them won such huge prize money... (they were no actual losers here...) but now they stood to make even more money... on their secret website: "Tickled Prison Bitches". Cash was going to flow like never before. The blonde nurse smiled proudly as she handed out the winnings and then went to her office to watch the newest video in it's entirety.
When Gerald awoke he was clean and lying on his bed. With no memory of the aftermath of Dez's torture... except that he was sore... all over. And still exhausted. He knew now that to survive the rest of his time in prison... he was going to be forced to be Dez's bitch. He looked over uncomfortably at the sleeping Dez. He saw a feather lying as a bookmark in one of Dez's books. Gerald quietly retrieved it. He sat on his bed and studied this incredible instrument of torture. But the longer he studied it... the more he became angry. He looked at the feather and turned it upside down. The end of the feather was quite sharp. He stood up mightily then over Dez. He studied his throat, long and hard. "It would be so easy right now to jab him in the throat. So... so... easy..." Gerald though to himself. Dez was oblivious to the menace standing over him. He snored lightly with abandon. He made a fist around the feather.
But as Gerald raised his fist...he began to finger the soft feather plumes with his thumb. He closed his eyes as he began to imagine the last few days. The hanging chains they held his wrists... the Bodyguard... the foot tickling he received in his cell...His anger dissipating... Gerald's cock started to grow. Before even he was aware of it... Gerald laid back down on his bed, pulled down his yellow shorts, and began to to stroke his hardening cock with the feather. He was barely aware that he was tickling his own cock as a way to get off. And it felt really, REALLY good.... He then laid his left bare foot over his right knee so he could tickle his own foot while he stroked his cock with the feather. It didn't quite tickle him like being tickled by someone else would...but this still felt incredible.... and Gerald soon made himself cum.... his fingers tickling his own foot sent him over the edge. As Gerald fell back asleep with the feather dropping to the floor.... the overnight guard watching the room stopped recording... and hit the upload button to the prison's website. He couldn't wait to see the amount of hits THIS got. And what he REALLY couldn't wait to see was Dez's face seeing that his personal feather had been used. Dez would know then that Gerald's initiation was truly NOW complete. "Wow... it's gonna be another long day for you huh?"...the guard thought. In half an hour it would be time for the next shift to sound the chimes for the prisoner's to awaken and get their daily breakfast and "vitamins'. He stood up, stretched, and began his trek to the 1st floor to clock out. He could hear some of the prisoners giggling in their sleep. Not even in their sleep could they get away. Of course... for some this was a dream come true. Either way... each prisoner (and staff) found their silver lining here. "Good... and bad". The guard thought and smiled to himself.
~ CapturedDoll
Meanwhile, all of the Guards and Staff watched the ensuing drama from the comfort of the break room. The room looked out over the yard. Tinted black windows ensured they would not be seen. Though, what the prisoners didn't know was that a Guard was actually filming the ensuing scene from above them in a Gun Tower. And a microphone was placed inside the old basketball post. Inside the break room the oncoming fun was being watched on the beautiful, new flat screen television the wonderful tax payers of this state were paying for. This prison had been saving SO much money it was almost obscene! Year after year!! That guy running Tent City down in Arizona doesn't have clue 1 about how to run a prison. Violence was so rare... large amounts of cleaning supplies were rarely bought... medical... everything that usually costs prisons millions each year were no longer a concern for Silver State. Which is why they could give the prisoners good meals. Not that they deserved it... but... it was a huge help in keeping violence down. And the continuous tickle torture and rape was punishment enough. Some of the prisoners heads were so fucked up that all they did was walk around and giggle.
2 bets was going around that Gerald would finally cum to tickling... others bet he would be forced to cum to some full blown sex act. The other bet was he would be made Dez's bitch. Others figured he would be passed around the prison. $100.00 was the buy in. Every week or two was a miniature version of a brand new and ongoing Tickle Superbowl. But with tickling and very horny Men. Of course... that could very well be a part of the real Superbowl activities.
Dez, finally stood in front of Gerald. His Men behind him, waited for a sign from Dez. Gerald had tears running down his face. Knowing the clock was tickling... Dez produced a huge handful of paint brushes hidden away under his hair. He held them up, and the crowd roared with approval.
Moving towards Gerald's left side... he yelled out. "Give me a seat!" A prisoner hustled over and got down on his hands and knees. Dez sat down on the Man's back. He pointed to one of his Gang and he too yelled out for a seat on Gerald's right side. "No...this isn't enough." He pointed for two more huge Men from His Gang to come over. 2 more prisoners came and knelt as fast as they could. All seated now... Dez passed around the tiny paint brushes while still keeping a handful for himself. Gerald's tears became running faucets "What... what are you going to do to me?" Gerald managed to choke out through his tears. Dez looked menacingly at Gerald. "You are going to pay for what you did to me. NO ONE fucks with ME!! 2 by his underarms... 2 at his feet. And one man even climbed onto the basketball pole. He held a very long stick, with a feather attached. Just long enough to reach his stomach.
Dez's Men were given the signal to start with a nod. They slowly started to wiggle their fingers in Gerald's armpits. The ones at his feet removed his slippers and started to run there fingers up and down his arches. Meanwhile Dez took his brushes and started to wiggle them slowly through the cock cage Gerald wore. Like a sexually sadistic "Wolverine". Gerald wasn't hard yet...so at this point he was tickling air as he waited for Gerald to rise. Another of Dez's Men lay down underneath Gerald's ass on the bench and started to lick his asshole.
Feeling fingers tickling his armpits and feet at the same time was awful. Gerald's body felt like it had been hit by multiple lightning bolts. He had been tortured for so long now... without release... he thought he might just die if he came. But the constant stroking of his most sensitive areas caused Gerald's cock to grow. Right in front of Dez and his Men. His ass had a warm tongue licking him... his feet were so ticklish.... his armpits were equally so... "NO NO NOHOHO PLEASHEHEHEHEHEHASE STHHHHHAP!!!!! Within minutes Gerald's cock was engorged and ready for the brushes. Dez quickly attacked him through the cage like a Black Widow. But upon contact he slowed down and made tiny strokes with his brushes on Gerald's cock. This was absolute torture...but somehow... exquisite. The veins in his cock protruded almost painfully. Seeing this.. Dez made sure to glide his brushes up and down the veins in Gerald's cock... causing maximum pleasure with minimum effort. Gerald didn't know it... but the entire yard had taken out their cocks to jerk off. And so had Dez's Men. The Man underneath Gerald kept twirling his tongue over his asshole... also now getting himself hard with his huge hand. Soon... he stopped, mouthing his fingers like he would a popsicle, and placed them inside his ass to open him up. Normally a new bitch wouldn't be met with such a courtesy. But... this Man had been where he's been before... and he thought it only right.
Dez looked around the yard while he began to fish for something in his shorts. Finding it, he took out a key and unlocked the metal cock cage. His suddenly yelled out... "DON'T ANY OF YOU DARE CUM. YOU CAN CUM WHEN I SAY YOU CAN!!!!" The entire yard slowed down their hands in response.
With the cage off...Gerald was an apocalyptic mess of hysteria. Dez's Gang would intensify the tickling of his feet and underarms and go back to slow and torturous. The Man wrapped around the pole above him was having great delight in sticking his feather deep into Gerald's bellybutton. Gerald tried to swerve his hips out of the way but all he ended up doing was riding the man's fingers below him in circles. This made Gerald even hornier now. His feet were taut and frozen against the wild and unbridled tickling fingers. The Men who were enjoying his armpits also took great delight in sticking their fingers in his ears.
The Man on the bench took his fingers out of Gerald's ass after pumping slowly for a good 5 minutes. He then took out his medium sized cock. It might not have been much but he could far outlast most of the other men. He spit into his hand as a quick form of lube. He put the tip against Gerald's asshole and began to slowly work himself in. Gerald screamed out as he felt what was happening to him. A new and painful invasion of his body. The most primal of ways to control someone. The rest of the prisoners kept inching closer to the scene... quickly pumping their cocks again at the hot action unfolding before their eyes. Dez stood up and glared at them and they stepped backwards. They re slowed down their hands. Some falling into the Men behind them. Some pushing went on but they stayed attuned to the torture.
Meanwhile in the break room all of the money had been collected and was now in the hands of the hot, blonde nurse. She decided it was best to put it deep inside her cleavage while she was hard at work on her knees sucking off the Warden. She kept stealing glances at the yard below. She didn't make bets. Today she just liked being the money holder and the Warden's personnel dick sucker.
Back in the yard... Gerald was feeling closer and closer to the biggest climax he could ever experience. But now the man on the pole had climbed down over Gerald and was sticking his dick down Gerald's wet throat. Tears reformed around Gerald's eyes... and were bulging at this latest intrusion. His feet had arched painfully backwards as the rest of his body was practically floating on the prisoners cock he was being forced to ride. His ticklish feet being arched like this only made the surrounding prisoners hotter. Dez's Gang took out feathers from their pockets and stroked his bare feet invoking flashes of the tortures he had already been forced to receive. With all of his holes filled... his cock tickled, with so many paintbrushes and feathers now too... so many instruments of torture... Gerald felt the orgasm he had been denied for so long intensely rising from his balls.
Dez sensed Gerald was about to go over. "STOP'!!!!!! All of his Gang stopped the torture and looked at Dez, quizzically. "GET OFF HIM!!" Dez roared. They all moved away not understanding this latest development. Gerald was painfully frustrated now being so close. But was thankful the torture stopped if only for a moment.
Dez stood between the separated foot stocks and over Gerald's dick. He snatched a feather from one of his gang. "NOW... your orgasm is MINE. YOU are MY bitch from HERE on OUT. RIGHT?? YOU TICKLISH PUTA"?? He leaned on the bench and over his body... he let the feather slowly close in on his cock for effect. Making contact...he started to tickle the longest vein on the underside of Gerald's cock. Up and down... near the head... and down his dick to his balls. And back up again. "Tickle...tickle...tickle putaaa". Gerald started to hysterically laugh again. The vein became magnified... like an insect under a magnifying glass under the hot sun. His cock was so ticklish he cried through his laughter once more. His balls tightened oh so painfully. Dez showed 2 of men one of his fingers. They understood what he meant. They began to tickle his arches with just one finger. Directly in the middle. "Kitchy kitchy coo....puta". Gerald SCREAMED out. 2 tickling fingers and one feather tickled him in unison. Gerald felt the orgasm rise through his entire body. From his feet, to his knees..through his thighs... practically behind his eyes. The orgasm swirled around in his balls for another 30 agonizing seconds before he came so massively... the prisoners watched as Gerald's cock spurted out cum high and long. He laughed like a maniac on fire. Like a long unearthed volcano. He even reached the face of the prisoner re clung to the pole above him. Very funny indeed.
After this inspired show was over, Dez stepped back. He turned to the crowd and took a deep bow. Screaming cheers and Arsenio type woot's, fist pumps and bumps rang out around the yard. Dez took a step forward and with a quick wave of his hand, let the yard finish themselves off at Gerald's expense. Gerald though was passed completely out. He didn't know that for the next 2 hours he had become the prison fuck doll. He was fucked, tickled, and cummed on from the hundreds of prisoners in the yard. Every inch of him was stroked with feathers, fingers, tongues and hard cocks.When everyone had finished with him... he resembled a pale, wet blanket. Alone and discarded like trash.
The guards above were thrilled! They congratulated each other with pure joy. Not only had some of them won such huge prize money... (they were no actual losers here...) but now they stood to make even more money... on their secret website: "Tickled Prison Bitches". Cash was going to flow like never before. The blonde nurse smiled proudly as she handed out the winnings and then went to her office to watch the newest video in it's entirety.
When Gerald awoke he was clean and lying on his bed. With no memory of the aftermath of Dez's torture... except that he was sore... all over. And still exhausted. He knew now that to survive the rest of his time in prison... he was going to be forced to be Dez's bitch. He looked over uncomfortably at the sleeping Dez. He saw a feather lying as a bookmark in one of Dez's books. Gerald quietly retrieved it. He sat on his bed and studied this incredible instrument of torture. But the longer he studied it... the more he became angry. He looked at the feather and turned it upside down. The end of the feather was quite sharp. He stood up mightily then over Dez. He studied his throat, long and hard. "It would be so easy right now to jab him in the throat. So... so... easy..." Gerald though to himself. Dez was oblivious to the menace standing over him. He snored lightly with abandon. He made a fist around the feather.
But as Gerald raised his fist...he began to finger the soft feather plumes with his thumb. He closed his eyes as he began to imagine the last few days. The hanging chains they held his wrists... the Bodyguard... the foot tickling he received in his cell...His anger dissipating... Gerald's cock started to grow. Before even he was aware of it... Gerald laid back down on his bed, pulled down his yellow shorts, and began to to stroke his hardening cock with the feather. He was barely aware that he was tickling his own cock as a way to get off. And it felt really, REALLY good.... He then laid his left bare foot over his right knee so he could tickle his own foot while he stroked his cock with the feather. It didn't quite tickle him like being tickled by someone else would...but this still felt incredible.... and Gerald soon made himself cum.... his fingers tickling his own foot sent him over the edge. As Gerald fell back asleep with the feather dropping to the floor.... the overnight guard watching the room stopped recording... and hit the upload button to the prison's website. He couldn't wait to see the amount of hits THIS got. And what he REALLY couldn't wait to see was Dez's face seeing that his personal feather had been used. Dez would know then that Gerald's initiation was truly NOW complete. "Wow... it's gonna be another long day for you huh?"...the guard thought. In half an hour it would be time for the next shift to sound the chimes for the prisoner's to awaken and get their daily breakfast and "vitamins'. He stood up, stretched, and began his trek to the 1st floor to clock out. He could hear some of the prisoners giggling in their sleep. Not even in their sleep could they get away. Of course... for some this was a dream come true. Either way... each prisoner (and staff) found their silver lining here. "Good... and bad". The guard thought and smiled to himself.
~ CapturedDoll
