Offer him a blowjob, but make it a quick one.

You really, reeeelly, REEEEEEAAALY want to get fucked, but you don't want to get a rep for being to friendly with the pigs. That's worse than being a bitch's bitch. You decide to offer him as little as possible, and make it as quick as possible so no one gets any ideas. "I'll suck your cock, but you don't want to fuck me, sir. The buttplug is to keep all my runny diarrhea in.

The guard's piggy nose turns up at you and you can tell he isn't about to go near your ass now. You thank your lucky stars he isn't into that kind of thing. "Fine...just get on your knees and stop talking before you kill the mood anymore." The mood?! This fat fuck has to lift his belly so you can reach to unzip his pants in a filthy prison shower and he has the nerve to complain about the MOOD?! You bite your tongue and tell yourself to just get this over with.

You finally manage to pull his hard cock out and it is impressive to say the least...impressively small that is. Maybe a little over two inches and the only skinny thing on his body. You know you shouldn't be surprised a prison guard has a small prick, but you didn't expect to have a bigger dick than him. It's probably better this way, even you would feel guilty enjoying sucking a pig's dick.

You don't have to worry about that because the moment you touch your tongue to his tiny, throbbing prick, it shoots out a tiny spurt of watery cum. "Oh fuuuuck! I haven't cum that much in ages. Damn, you're good. I'm gonna need a week to refill those tanks." He pulls his pants up as you spit his cum on the floor, but he is too busy fumbling with his belt to notice. "Alright, you've earned your wardrobe pass for now. Let's get back, you've still got work to do, fag."

You let him lead you back to the workroom where your fellow "coworkers" grill you. "You weren't gone more than ten minutes. We thought you were gonna fuck that pig." You just hold your thumb and pointer close together and blow a raspberry. The cons laugh and conspicuously avoid looking over at the pin dick porker, who is busy telling his buddies what a stud he was.

You resume the mind numbing task of searching mail for contraband, and you realize that if you are sneaky enough, you could swipe some stuff for Erin. You wait for now, wanting to figure out a surefire scheme first. After your shift ends, officer quick shot pulls you aside and says, "Follow me, slut. You're bunking with your sissy boyfriend from now on." You follow him on pins and needles, wishing he would move his fat ass. When you finally arrive, you see Erin waiting for you with a slightly sinister smirk on her face.