Jail Cell Heat

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Bing trudged down the long corridor, absentmindedly whistling a tune under his breath. His steps were slow and unsteady, matching the rhythm of his lackadaisical mindset. As he passed by the row of jail cells, his eyes wandered over the bars, barely registering the faces of the incarcerated individuals within.

His mind wandered, drifting to distant places far from the monotony of his duty. Bing had long grown accustomed to the repetitive nature of his role as a guard. It was a job he performed out of obligation rather than genuine passion, and he often found solace in his own thoughts, disconnected from the realities of the jail and its occupants.

It was at that moment that the sounds of moaning broke through the quiet, echoing off the walls of the corridor and drawing Bing's attention. Curious, he peered through the bars of the nearest cell, peering down the dimly lit hallway toward the source of the noise.

Bing was met with the sight of a big bruiser of a man, naked from the waist down. His big powerful buttocks pumped up and down upon the crouched form of a fiery-haired mostly naked woman, her pair of heavy breasts being pressed down upon the metal bench, squashing out beneath her rocking torso. The man was grunting, moaning, thrusting, while she moaned in time with his movements.The two were locked in the throes of passion, and judging by the man's sizeable cock, it was a steamy session indeed.

He drew to a stop and turned to watch. There wasn't anything particularly abnormal about a pair of opposite sexed prisoners deciding to pass the time with a bit of recreational sex. There was, however, a certain curiosity that drove Bing to stand and watch.

The third occupant of the cell was occupying the opposite metal bench, laying down and facing the wall, giving his companions some semblance of privacy. Bing didn't bother. If he remembered correctly, these three were Triad foot-soldiers caught in the act of burglary by the Chief herself. This wasn't a situation that required discretion. He called out to Wenjie stationed at the front, "Hey! Some of the prisoners are fucking! Come take a look!"

There was a long moment of silence save for the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the bitch's whorish moans. Bing could just imagine his glasses wearing partner slowly glancing up from his oh so important paperwork, "Yeah? The Triad chick with the dick-milkers? Or that old food stall owner?"

Bing rolled his eyes. There were only two females currently in holding and Ms. Tessa was a harmless old bat who was too easily hoodwinked by those Equalist assholes. She'd be out tomorrow after serving a wrist-slapping time for being gullible enough to put up propaganda posters for those fuckers. Wenjie knew full well who he was talking about. Ms. Tessa was pushing sixty and just this side of crone-hood.

"The ginger, man! With the tits!" he called, exasperation clear in his tone. Poor Ms. Tessa was about as flat as can be with withered dugs, even in her heyday she hadn't had a rack fit to make a dick hard, let alone make a man cream.

Wenjie, that cheeky bastard, called out, "Thanks, but I've got a wife and kids at home. Don't need to watch some Triad prick get a tit-fuck!"

Bing groaned in exasperation. "You're an idiot." he called out.

"What? You're the one watching."

Bing rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault," he grumbled. "This shit is hot."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're a complete sex maniac. You want me to get the Chief down here to fuck you with her whips, too?"

Bing's response was immediate, "Yes, please."

Wenjie paused for a moment, before barking out a laugh. "Oh, shut up," he chortled.

The couple continued to rut, oblivious to the guard's presence.

Bing couldn't help but watch. His own cock began to grow, rising stiffly inside his trousers.

The two were completely absorbed in their fucking, oblivious to their audience.

There was an athletic change of positions and Bing's eyes were drawn to the captivating scene playing out before him. The woman's soft, yielding butt-cheeks were pressed tightly against the unyielding iron bars of the cell. With each forceful thrust from the man, her supple flesh warped and molded against the unforgiving surface, leaving an alluring imprint that emphasized the intensity of their passionate encounter. Bing, with his affinity for metalbending, couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, imagining himself exerting his will upon the bars, coaxing them to bend and contort in response to the erotic display unfolding before him. All it would take would be a little bit of metal moving for that criminal to be tied up in his metallic web…

Imagining such an image of the firebender in chains was intoxicating, Bing completely lost himself to the thought as he watched with absentminded hand on throbbing crotch. Her loud moans easily covering his quiet scratching and drawing him closer to the cell to get a better look.

Her hands were gripping the bars up high, with her legs wrapping around the man’s torso to let him fuck her hard and fast against the railings. The woman’s bubble butt was chewing on the metal with every thrust. “BRANNNN!!!! OH FUCKFUCKFUCK FUCK!” She quaked, spine twisting from the electric pleasure shooting up from her pussy. Bing, and a few of the other inmates in cells, were all totally enamored with the display. The firepussy’s orgasm just spurring earthchad to thrust in harder than ever.

And cause the fucker to notice his onlooker.

“Oh? Look Lotta, we have an audience.”

“FUCK ME HARDER!”

The prisoner smirked, “Yeah yeah, I’m trying but this ain’t exactly a five star Varrick Cruiseliner.” He said as if he wasn’t rocking her world easily, manipulating the hips that she had wrapped around his waist like she was just a hole to thrust into, “Hey copper, why don’t you let me out of here? You didn’t much care whether I was in here in the first place!"

Though it was true, Bing still shook his head while gawking at the pair, “Nah, it’s normal for you to be in there. Now fuck her harder.” He demanded, openly drooling at her tits that kept jumping up to slap Bran’s chin.

It was a request that he was going to fulfill anyway, but something about the tone of his voyeuristic captor made Bran annoyed. A free show AND requests? That was going too far.

“Oh yea? Well, it’s normal for you metal-bending bastard police to be all pent up! Beifong’s got you all blue-balled, what with her stupid crusade against good pussy and whore houses, I bet she’s got your dicks in her metal cages!”

Bing had a horrible sudden realisation. This criminal was not only completely right, he’d totally forgotten to wear the chief’s metal cage! How he’d ever forgotten was beyond him, the pain of the crotch metal was what usually kept him motivated to do a good job every day for the promise of release!

The only option was to quickly make his own cage, lifting his belt to shoot one of his gauntlet wires down into his pants. The heavy cold metal felt right against his hot aching cock. And after a bit of metalbending, the usual pain of crotch captivity was soon befalling Bing once more. Sighing in relief that the chief never found out he’d forgotten such an important part of his uniform.

All while Bran watched on in awe. “Woah, you… totally just caged yourself, didn’t you?”

“D-don’t tell my boss!” Bing awkwardly clapped his hands together before realising he wasn’t the one behind bars, “O-or else you’re really gonna get it, prisoner!”

“Kinda hard to take you seriously when you just cucked yerself, mate.”

With all the surprise, the woman on his cock began lightly beating his shoulder in frustration, “Braaaaannn~!!!!”

“Sorry darling, was just negotiating our escape,” said Bran while beginning his thrust parade once more.

Bing hadn’t properly looked, but the earthbender in there really had a huge cock. It looked like it could rival one of the chief’s whips in size, and was perhaps twice the girth as well! Liquid was gushing out around it from the pussy it was destroying, and the only part of Bing’s mind that wasn’t lost to horny thought about how he would be the one to clean that up. It was drowned out by the endless heat that stirred his crotch, now untouchable behind his own metal plating, he gulped back the pain and frustration of watching such a beautiful babe jiggle and fuck this guy so brazenly.

“You wish it was you, don’t you?” said the man, to which Bing absently nodded, “I’d love to help ya, but I’m all locked up. Though, doesn’t that just mean that NORMALLY you let us gangsters get away with anything so long as one of our girls helps you get off?”

“It does.”

Bing tore his head away enough to see where the voice had come from, a sweaty and puffing Wenjie was just a few paces behind him, abandoning his post to come and admire the display as well. It was clear his metal plated crotch and blue balls were also driving his decisions, suddenly very much on board with whatever Bran’s mind was cooking.

“I appreciate it gentlemen, once I’ve filled her up I’m sure lovely Lotta here would normally be fine in giving you two handies for your hand in our escape.”

They shuffled around in excitement, and though Lotta was currently just riding the high of another orgasm tearing through her, it was fairly obvious from her long drawn out moans that she was fine with it too.

“You’ll have to escape tomorrow though.”

That made Bran frown, “Why?”

“Chief’s going to be in the rest of the night,” Wenjie explained, eyes still glued to the ginger’s buttocks, “Does a round of all the criminals she’s captured before going home, like a victory lap. If you ain’t here she’ll go right back out and arrest you again. Wait till tomorrow, we can say you transferred to a bigger lockup.”

“We can still do the handjobs tonight though!” Bing insisted, looking like he wouldn’t survive if he didn’t get off soon, “R-right? Please?!”

Chewing on his thoughts, Bran only saw one path forwards, “Alright, I’ll deal with the chief while Lotta takes care of you two. After I fill her up, of course.”

The sight was one to truly behold, as Bran used his natural Earthbender strength to basically lift Lotta off his lap from under her knees to then flip the ginger around in the air. The big chested woman went from crossing her ankles around Bran to full nelson against the bars instantly, with her moaning out from the sudden change. Her hot face and chest against the cold metal bars, with her tits compressing against the hardness, her long ginger hair cascading around her shoulders, she was completely trapped between a metal pole and a harder flesh pole.

“Bran! F-fuck me!” the firebender moaned as his oversized cock began thrusting properly once more. The snake wriggling up her abdomen to bulge her mons with every slam of meat. She didn’t even care that her tits were on display for the policemen anymore, completely lost to the drunken sweaty madness that was consuming her.

Bing and Wenjie were transfixed. Such a beauty was rare in these prison halls as it was, but to see her in such a raw erotic state was hypnotic. Jiggles and sweat from every thrust of this peak of a man’s slaps.

It was so hot that the firebender was causing the metal bars to illuminate with heat, not enough to melt the beams but enough to show the steam pouring from her body. They wondered how that heat would fare against their metal crotch constraints, as if it wasn’t painful enough down there already.

“BRAN! BRRAAAANNNN!!!!!” Lotta yelled louder and louder, her orgasm clearly building once more from the carnal thrusting. “BRANBRANBRANBRANBRANBRAN!!!!!!”

The convulsing tightness and the unbridled heat of a firebender’s pussy was too much for the man. His balls tightened in preparation as he readied to douse her internal flames with his hot creamy liquid. “FUCKING TAKE IT!”

“YESYESYESSSAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!”

With one final thrust to the base of his cock, the two climaxed in unison. The oversized crotch wrecker growing in size just briefly to unleash a torrent of semen directly into her deepest depths. Lotta threw her head back against Bran’s shoulder, fire roaring from her mouth and against the metal ceiling from her sudden and explosive orgasm. Her womb was stuffed to absolute bursting point from each of the impressively sized jism streams gushing into her over and over again. Coating her insides until a river of white began running down their connected crotches.

Having enjoyed it enough when she **** it, and deciding it was a good way to both bookmark the event while marking her as his woman, Bran grabbed the back of Lotta’s head and shoved his tongue down her throat. Her eyes were barely registering anything through the pleasure cascade, but somewhere her tongue wrestled against his own invader.

The deflation of tension just wrecking the poor girl’s energy levels. With a helpful hand on both of her tits, she melted down to the floor in a messy pile of sweat and cum. Gasping out when Bran finally exited her before wiping his cum covered cock on her hair.

“Oi, does she also do cleanups?” Wenjie asked, shuffling around awkwardly in his pants. A wet splotch seemingly appeared through the metal cage as the obvious outcome had occurred.

“You didn’t even wanna watch, now you’re cumming before she strokes us?!” Bing exclaimed with a laugh at the embarrassed older man, “But seriously dude, we’ll get you out of here as soon as we can but you gotta let us relieve ourselves with ya girl.”

Bran just did his pants back up, fairly uninterested in the fleeting cuckoldry of the two gentlemen in front of him. His brain had been formulating a plan of attack that he was all too excited to get to, “Nah, it’s normal that I call the shots since this is my plan, ya hear?” The two quickly nodded their heads as they began listening intently, “I’m going to go distract the Chief, so you two get my two associates out of here and back onto the streets. There, Lotta will escort you to the nearest alleyway and give you the most basic of handjobs until you cum into garbage. After that you’ll pay her however much money is in your wallets before returning to your stations and bullshitting whatever you need to make our arrests go away. Say yes sir if you understand.”

“Yes sir!” They practically saluted before rushing over to the prison door.

On shaky legs, Lotta stood up once more and began to get dressed. “Th-thanks for distracting the chief, Bran.” She gave him a tired smile before limping over to the door, “See you on the other side.”

“Yeah! Catch ya later, man!” Rola beamed with a thumbs up.