By lthr_jock

Clark stared at the computer in disbelief. Grumbling, he headed into the shower and started to lather himself down. He could barely believe what had happened to him – or what Vickers had made happen to him. He was abused, violated – and yet, on top of it all, he was still horny. A pain from his crotch reminded him of the cage still on him – a pain caused by his cock trying to get erect. He smiled ruefully as he realised that he had enjoyed the experience.

As he stood in front of the mirror towelling off, he looked at himself. His new haircut looked strange, but combined with his clean-shaven chin made him look 10 years younger. His body looked off without his covering of hair, but it gleamed and shone as he towelled down, and he wondered what it had looked like with the posing oil on. As he thought this through, his cock swelled again in the cuff, and he looked down, wondering what it would look like now that his pubic hair was gone. His muscles still held the marks of the harness chains, and there were red marks all over him from the bondage. Although he hadn’t been doing any exercise he ached, and with a towel wrapped around him he went back into his room and crashed out on the bed.

When his alarm went off the next day, he shot out of bed and completed his normal exercises. As he stood in front of his mirror, he admired the way his muscles stood out under his sweaty skin and realised how much he liked his new look. He showered and shaved – despite the fact that he seemed to have less stubble than normal. After a moment’s thought, he ran his razor over the sides and back of his head to keep the new hairstyle looking smart. Heading to work, he hoped that Vickers was true to his word as his cock was straining against the cock cage and he was desperate to cum.

Clark walked into work and laughed at the comments his colleagues made on his new hairstyle. He opened his locker with some nervousness, but there was the key. Clark pocketed it and then looked at the items beside it. His phone was there, as well as a spray can of posing oil and a tub of some kind of butter. A note from Vickers was with it: “Enjoy. Use the butter a couple of times a week. Use the spray whenever you feel like. See you soon.”

Clark pocketed the phone and headed for the toilets to get the cock cuff off. As he did, he heard the morning bell go and realised he was running late. He ran upstairs, his cock still locked up, and got into morning briefing just in time. He looked around to see several of his colleagues missing. It turned out that a bad cold was going round, and so he and the others would have to cover extra duties. He groaned – finding the time to get the cuff off was going to be hard.

Morrison grinned when he saw Clark entering the cell block. He could see from the Clark’s bare arms and his open shirt at the collar that the jailer’s normally hairy physique had been shaved. He noted the new haircut and smiled – Vickers had done a better job than he thought. He was less pleased with the demonstration that the prisoners were given that morning. The Warden had approved purchase of three sets of Vickers’ heavy restraint system, and the prisoners were told that anyone misbehaving could expect to find themselves locked into it. Morrison groaned – and then grinned. He could see the system actually working to his benefit. When he got back to his cell, he slipped his illegal phone out from its hiding place and messaged Vickers. He soon got back the answers that he wanted, and he chuckled as he lay back on his bunk thinking about what he had planned.

***

Clark quickly got used to his new look. He applied the butter every couple of days, and a couple of times he sprayed himself with the posing oil after a workout, loving the way it looked. Having been able to release his cock was a godsend, and he enjoyed the way it looked larger now that part of it wasn’t hidden away by hair. He had a new strut in his stride at work and was feeling damn confident. So when he got called down to D Wing as there was a problem with Morrison, he headed down on his own to deal with it. Hopefully it would be enough for him to get Morrison locked into the new restraint gear and into solitary for a few days.

As Clark stepped into Morrison’s cell, he saw that Morrison had a new look too. He had completely shaved his head, and his scalp gleamed as he moved into the light. The guard searching the room held up some empty deal bags. “I found this on a routine search.” Clark grinned and shook his head in mock disappointment, “Oh dear me, Morrison, time in solitary for you. Give you chance to think about things and tell us who your supplier is.”

Morrison didn’t reply, just spat on Clarks boot. Clark looked down and grimaced. He stepped forward and glared into Morrison’s face. “Luckily we have some restraints that will stop you spitting, Morrison.” He shoved Morrison towards the door. “Solitary, NOW!” Morrison pretended to drag his feet, allowing Clark to shove him in the back a few times. He made sure that everyone saw them passing, and as they did a chorus of hoots and yells went up from the inmates. Morrison led the way down to solitary, stopping when they were just outside. As expected, Clark stepped past him and opened up the room where the new restraints were being stored.   Clark pulled a set down and took out his phone to sync it with the restraints. With a chirp, the system synced and he went to put his phone away. As he did, he saw he had received a text message. He ignored it, but Morrison said, “I think you should take that.”

Clark looked at him curiously, and Morrison took a step forward. “You really need to take that text, Mr Clark – or should I call you Samuel?” He grinned as Clark paled and looked down at the text. It simply read, “Look at me, then do what you are told.” There was an attachment. Clark opened it and found himself looking at a picture of himself helmeted and in restraint. He looked up at the grinning Morrison. “There are a lot more pictures, Mr. Clark.” The phone chimed again. This time the photo clearly showed Clark’s face. “I’m sure a lot of people would love to know how you spend your spare time – Samuel.”

Clark sighed. What he had been doing had always been a risk, and he realised that Morrison now had him over a barrel. “What do you want, Morrison?” Morrison knew that he had the upper hand but had to move quickly. Although this room had no cameras in it, there was always the possibility of a guard interrupting them. “I want quite a bit, Mr Clark. But I’m not going to explain everything to you just yet. Let’s just say I want a change of uniform.” As he spoke he pulled off his sleeveless top, revealing his muscled torso, and bent to unlace his boots. “Get your uniform off, Samuel. You and I are going to do a quick swap.”

Clark groaned. Until he could find out who Morrison was working with, he was completely compromised and he could not think of a way out of this situation. He started to copy Morrison, stripping down until both men were naked. They looked physically similar. Both highly muscled, both shaved. Morrison bent to grab Clark’s uniform and kicked his own across to Clark. “Get dressed and make it fast.”

Clark pulled on Morrison’s trousers and shirt, then laced the boots in place. As he stood up, Morrison was securing the duty belt around his waist. “This is ridiculous, Morrison. You’ll never get out of here like that.” Morrison smiled and stepped forwards. He nodded at something behind Clark, and as Clark looked around to see what it was he buried his fist hard in Clark’s stomach. With the wind driven out of him, Clark bent over, coughing and choking. He felt rather than saw Morrison grabbing his wrists, and before he could do anything about it his wrists were encircled by the familiar feel of chalet cuffs. He tried to step away, but Morrison was faster and he slipped the belt around Clark’s waist and locked the cuffs to it. Clark went to yell, but Morrison slapped his hand over Clark’s face. “Quietly now, Mr Clark, or everyone knows about Samuel.”

Clark nodded and stood calmly as Morrison added the ankle restraints, collar and linking chains. Morrison then picked up Clark’s phone and punched a few buttons, and Clark felt the restraints tighten and lock. “Sit down.” Morrison pointed to a chair, and Clark shuffled across to it. He still wasn’t clear what Morrison’s plan was, but he was sure he wasn’t going to enjoy it. He was glad he was sat down though – his cock was reacting to the bondage and he wanted to keep it hidden from Morrison. Morrison reached behind the shelves and pulled out some items he had stored there 3 days earlier. He took them out, and Clark’s eyes widened as he realised what Morrison was about to do. Morrison sprayed the horseshoe of hair on Clarks head with shaving foam and rubbed it in. He then took a set of disposal razors out and shaved Clark until he was as bald as Morrison.

He stood back, admiring his work and then picked up the muzzle. “Open wide, Clark.” He slammed the metal muzzle onto Clark and secured it in place. Clark tried to yell, finally his concerns over-riding his fears, but the muzzle was already in place. Morrison thumbed the controls, and it tightened, ensuring Clark couldn’t speak at all. With the muzzle on and covering half of his face, he looked enough like Morrison that no-one would know. Morrison grinned and leaned in to whisper, “No worries. You won’t be here long. I just want a weekend pass is all.” He chuckled and pushed Clark towards the door. Clark tried to stop him, but Morrison used the controls to send a jolt of pain through Clark’s restraints. He soon found himself outside an isolation cell. He watched as Morrison wrote “Isolation 2 days. Spitting. Keep muzzle in place.” Clark yelled into the gag as Morrison pushed him into the cell and locked the door.

Morrison grinned and looked at the watch on his wrist. Clark’s shift was just finishing – exactly as he had planned. He pulled Clark’s uniform cap down as low as he could and headed upstairs. By keeping his head bowed down to avoid the cameras, and avoiding speaking to anyone, he soon found himself outside and breathing the evening air.

 

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