He Chats Up The Blonde

The blonde looked up at him, satisfied with the treat Sam just unloaded down her throat.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "You're a tasty boy. What's your name?"

"I'm Sam Archer," he said. "Who are you, where the hell are we right now, and why do I have to fuck you five times before I can get out of here!? I thought I was here to learn how to control..."

"Up-pup-pup," she cut Sam off, putting her finger to his lips. "So I guess you're new then," she gave him a once-over, where she saw that his dick was already rock-solid again. "I'm Ruby. I'm a camper, too. Been here two years."

"What the FUC..." Sam shouted.

"Pup," she cut him off again. "You are in containment. When you don't follow the rules at camp. They put you in here for prolonged testing. Honestly most of the time you're doing the exact same stuff you'd be doing out there, but people tend to freak out when they're put in a cell. Also, because most of the "conditions for release" involve fucking a lot, you pretty much have to slut it up whoever walks through that door... Not that I really ever mind.

I understand why all of this might make you anxious, especially considering it seems like you really have not been told a fucking thing, but you should just tough it out. You're a guy and you got the pink gas, right? That's an easy gig. Trust me. There's some weird stuff goin' on in here. You ever see a guy watch his dick shrink? It is NOT pretty."

Sam just stood there. Jaw dropped. Cock pointing directly out. "So there's a real camp, out there?" he thought. "And people fuck there too?"

On the one hand, he had a million questions. On the other, he could feel that churning sensation in his balls again and had an overwhelming urge to jump Ruby again. Meanwhile, she the wheels starting to turn, and saw his cock twitch.

"Woah there, big boy!" Ruby said. "Like I said, those balls serve up a delicious fuckin' load, but I don't have time to be slummin' it all day with you and king dong here." She started gently twisting her hand around Sam's cockhead, while simultaneously rubbing his frenulum. The combined effect made him weak in the knees. He couldn't tackle her again if he wanted to.

"Now," she said, "why don't you tell me how you ended up in here?"

"Ok," Sam took a deep breath and tried to get a handle on things. "My dad dropped my brother and I off here today. He tried to bolt, so orderlies took him away: I'm guessing they stuck him in one of these cells. After all the commotion, there was no one around to tell me where to go, so I walked down the hallway.

When I saw the open door to this cell I walked in, just to check it out, and the door slammed shut and locked behind me. That's when robot voice kicked on and assumed I was a prisoner even though it couldn't figure out who I was!"

Ruby gave him a skeptical look. Sam sighed.

"Ok, ok," he said. "So I had been thinking about jerking off one last time in the waiting room so I asked the nurse if there was a bathroom. One thing led to another and she ended up blowing me. I lied when the robot voice asking if I had cum today because I figured I would get in trouble. Someone it knew, and that's why it gassed me.

"Hahahahaha," Ruby started laughing. "Boy, you have the worst luck I've ever heard. So no one has told you anything about how this place works?"

Sam shook his head. The churning in his balls continued growing. Ruby's hand felt great, but he was going to need something more to get off.

"Please help me get out of here," Sam pleaded with Ruby. "If you don't, who knows how long it'll be until someone comes along. Nobody even knows I'm here!"