First Morning

You woke up to a world of pain.

Every muscle in your body screamed. Your throat felt raw and bruised, your ass burned like it had been torn apart, and the spiked chastity cage was digging viciously into your swollen, trapped cock. The thick urethral sound made every tiny twitch feel like fire inside your pisshole. But the worst pain was deep in your ruined hole — a constant, throbbing ache that pulsed with your heartbeat.

You tried to move, but strong, muscular arms were wrapped tightly around your smaller body, holding you like a stuffed toy. Razor’s heavy breasts pressed against your back, her hot breath on your neck. And her massive cock — still half-hard — remained buried deep inside your ass, plugging her dried cum from the night before.

You bit your lip hard, trying not to make a sound as you slowly, carefully pried her arms off you. Inch by inch, you pulled yourself forward, wincing as her thick cock slid out of your wrecked hole with a wet, obscene sound. A thick glob of greenish-white cum immediately began leaking down your thighs.

You sat up on the edge of the tiny bunk and looked around the cell in horror.

The room was suffocating. A cell built for four inmates held at least twenty futas. They were packed together on bunks, on the floor, even leaning against the walls. The air was thick and heavy with the stench of sweat, dried cum, musk, and unwashed bodies. It was almost impossible to move without stepping on someone.

Your eyes returned to Razor. Her massive cock rested against her thigh, still dripping leftover semen. Your own hole continued to wink and leak, a steady stream of her load running down your legs.

The memories of yesterday’s rules crashed into your mind.

Morning cock kisses…

Be the first one awake…

Or face punishment…

You hesitated. Your pride — what little remained — screamed at you to resist. You crawled quietly toward the cell bars, hoping to catch the attention of a passing guard.

But the moment you moved, several futas stirred in their sleep. One growled softly. Another shifted her massive leg, almost crushing your hand. You froze.

There was no way to reach the bars and call for help without waking the entire cell. You were trapped.

With shaking hands and tears of humiliation burning in your eyes, you accepted there was no other choice.

You turned toward the nearest futa — a burly, pale-skinned prisoner with short red hair. She was snoring loudly, lying on her back. Heart pounding, you reached out and slowly pulled down the front of her prison pants.

The smell hit you like a physical blow.

A monstrous, fat cock flopped out heavily against her thigh. It was grotesque — easily over 28 centimeters, veiny, and completely covered in thick, dark pubic hair. Old smegma clung to the folds of her foreskin, yellowed and crusty. The intense, rancid musk of sweat, piss, and days of built-up filth invaded your nostrils, making your eyes water and your stomach churn.

You froze, staring at the filthy cock in front of you.

This was your new reality.

You leaned forward, lips trembling, and pressed a soft, reluctant kiss directly onto the sticky, smegma-covered head of her cock.

The bitter, salty taste spread across your tongue.

Somewhere behind you, you heard a low, sleepy chuckle.

"Look at that… the new cumrag is already learning his place."

You closed your eyes, another tear rolling down your cheek.

This was only the first cock of the morning.

And you still had nineteen more to go.