Don’t care, continue to masturbate.

"What is going on in there?" you hear as the voice approaches the door.

Your passions get the better of you. You don?t care what the guard has commanded. You don?t care that you might receive extra punishment. You don?t care that a man will see you in such a degrading act. You don?t care what stories he will tell about you. You care only about one thing, satisfying your primal cravings.

"Hey there, stop it," the guard yells as he looks through the cell door window. He bangs on the door. "What are you doing . . . oh my" he stutters.

You close your eyes and fantasize about the naked bronze god you saw flogged so many years ago and try to finish the job.

What feels like but a few seconds more of humping brings the release you crave. "Yeeeeesssssssss!!!" you yell. After bouncing a few more times on the edge of the cot you slump down on to it, covered with sweet and panting heavily.

After a bit, your breath recovers, and you look up.

The cell door is open with a shocked guard looking down at you.

"I have never beheld such a wanton display," he ponders out loud. "Maybe the judge was right about you?"