Aria

As the days turned into weeks, John languished in his cell, naked and alone. The only times he was allowed out was when the guards would parade him into the central courtyard, where a group of women would gawk and point at him like he was some kind of animal in a zoo. They would laugh and whisper to each other, their eyes roaming over his exposed body with a mix of curiosity and disgust.

John felt like a piece of meat, a specimen to be examined and judged. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but the guards would roughly push them away, forcing him to stand tall and proud like a prize stallion. The humiliation burned through him like acid, eating away at his already fragile sense of self-worth.

The only kindness John received was from a young woman who was tasked with bringing him his meager rations of bread and water each day. She had long, dark hair and warm, brown eyes that seemed to hold a deep sympathy for his plight. She would smile at him softly as she set down his food, her gentle touch a balm to his battered soul. She introduced herself as Aria.

One day, as she knelt down to place his tray on the floor, she hesitated. Her eyes drifted down to his naked body, lingering on his most private area. John felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he realized she was staring at his penis.

"What...what is that?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. "What is it used for?"

John swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. He had never been in a situation like this before, discussing such intimate matters with a virtual stranger. Especially not a woman.

"I...it's..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Aria leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over his skin. "May I touch it?" she asked, her eyes wide and curious.

Before John could even formulate a response, her hand was already there, her delicate fingers brushing against his most sensitive area. He gasped at the sudden contact, his body jerking in surprise.

Aria’s eyes widened even further as she felt him begin to harden beneath her touch. "Oh my," she breathed, her voice taking on a shaky quality. "It's so warm. And it's getting bigger."

John couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she began to stroke him gently, her hand gliding up and down his length. It had been so long since he had felt any kind of pleasure, any kind of gentle touch. His body responded eagerly to her inexperienced ministrations, growing harder and thicker with each passing second.

The woman seemed fascinated by the sight, her eyes glued to his cock as it bobbed and twitched in her hand. "I've never seen anything like it," she murmured, almost to herself. "It's so fascinating. So powerful."

John's hips began to buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. The woman gasped as she felt him throb in her grasp, his cock pulsing with need.

"I think it wants something," she said, her voice breathy and filled with wonder. "But what?"

John knew he should put a stop to this, should tell her that they shouldn't be doing this. But he was too far gone, too **** for any kind of relief. "Just keep touching me," he panted, his eyes squeezing shut in bliss. "Just like that."

The woman obeyed, her hand gliding up and down his shaft with increasing speed and confidence. John could feel the pressure building in his balls, could feel his climax approaching like a runaway train.

With a guttural moan, he came hard, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled his seed all over the woman's hand and his own stomach. She gasped in surprise, her eyes wide as she watched him find his release.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Jack slumped back against the wall, his chest heaving. He felt a deep sense of shame wash over him, shame at having taken advantage of this kind and gentle woman.