As the first part of this is the Sheriff's internal pov I decided to eschew from his manner of speech and present it as simple narration.
Warning: contains graphic description of prison rape.
Have to give some credit to Diary of a Snow Leopard by FalconMage, another dark gritty story of prison rape. Thanks!
Me and Johnny had been jumped one night. Our ankles tied, wrists bound behind us and gagged by some long pieces of cloth knotted behind our heads (sound familiar?), and carried to that dingy back room in the jail.
A lion stood in front of us and I knew it was Bill. He was a regular enemy of me and Johnny along with Dale, the bear who currently was holding onto one of my bound arms. The fact that we even used to have regulars was awful in itself. It had been a while but that was because we had made it harder on them to corner us. Now they had found a way around that hurdle. It seemed our usual enemies recruited a few extra muscles for help. Johnny was being held by a badger I knew to be named Chuck while my other arm was held by Johnny and my's cell-neighbor Al, a wolf like me though maybe a might bigger. They were all a little bigger than me, especially Bill, which made them all much bigger than John.
all strengthened by their time in the slammer
"Thanks for the help, Al, Chuck." Bill said with folded arms and a pleased grin that would last most of the time here.
"We're only here as long as you hold up your end of the bargain." Chuck said warningly.
"You have them in your hands don't you?" Dale said obviously.
Us? They were using us as collateral?!
Bill said "And to show our appreciation, you can have the first go with them."
At hearing this, John started struggling against Chuck trying to cry out through the gag not having much luck with either.
Looking annoyed, Bill walked up and smacked John across the face. It wasn't particularly hard but it was enough to make him stop.
John retracted and just sort of hung there in Chuck's arms, fearfully looking up at Bill.
Bill gave him a hard glare before saying "You can stop that noise-making right now. Who ya gonna call anyways? The guards? The guards that used to work under your bullshit rule? Ya know what they would do if they found out what we were doing with ya? Wait in line for their turn.
"You two are gettin' fucked. You can either play nice with us or we can wake up the whole cellblock and let them all have a go."
John didn't make a sound. Then Bill turned his glare over to me as I stood there and made no motion.
"Alright then."Bill said. "Lets get you guys over the table."
They pushed us onto the table and strapped us down. With our stomaches both resting on the table top they bent us both over side by side with our bound hands perched helplessly above our poor unfortunate rear ends. I looked over at John next to me. He looked back at me frightened. I could do nothing but give him the same look back. we both knew what they had in store for us.
"Lets check out the merchandise." Al said enthusiastically rubbing his hands together.
One of them walked behind us and yanked both of our trousers down to our ankles now exposing our bare bottoms to them. The room wasn't really that cold but I felt a distinct chill on my exposed skin before feeling it heat with humiliation
I felt their eyes on me looking at our bodies like pieces of meat. Objects of pleasure and nothing more.
"So this is what ole bushel britches looks like without britches,"Al said laughing.
Chuck declared "Sherrif's mine. That chubby ass is too good to resist. Plus I got a score to settle with him." Beneath the tightened fabric of my gag I gulped. I remembered Chuck. He's the village woodsman. Or WAS until I said he wasn't able to pay his taxes and ended up here because of it. There was no way he was going to be merciful.
"Good, I wanna take Johnny boy's narra' behind anyway." Al said. "HeHe What was it you said he said the first time you fucked him, Dale?"
Dale snorted a guffaw of laughter before giving a cheap imitation of a strained panicked voice " 'You can't do this to me, I'm royalty!' "
All the others joined in the laugh while I looked over at John who was looking down at the table trying his best to not show his face.
As Bill's laughter slowed down he said "Well not in here you aint, PJ. In here you and the Sheriff are are fair game. And if you don't submit, we make you."
Al and and Chuck walked behind us. It only took a few seconds. I didn't even have time to think. An instant later, Chuck was inside me. He didn't even hesitate any more, he just shoved it in, and from the way John reacted next to me, Al did the same to him.
As the two of us writhed on the table with our newly acquired cocks up our asses Chuck said from behind me "now now, Sheriff, if it helps you feel any better you can call this repayment of yours "paying your taxes."
Forget not being merciful, this guy wasn't going to make it his business
"Oh yea, your ass feels real good, feels like you haven't gotten it in a while now, huh Sheriff?" Chuck
"Him too?" Al said. "Johnny here's tighter than a drum. Guess yall haven't bumped uglies in a while.
Actually it had been several weeks not that that was any of their business.
To make it worse the two of them thrusted with a just off synchonised rythm that was made evident by our pained moans
ugh!-UGH!, ugh!-UGH!, ugh!-UGH!, ugh!-UGH!,
At onepoint Chuck grabbed my bound wrist for leverage. Pulling on them with each thrust as he bucked deeper within me. Pulling my upper torso toward him while his lower half kept my ass firmly in place against the tables edge
Early on I thought myself, the Sheriff of Nottingham, being sent to jail was more embarassing than anything else, but this, this was more than that. This was borderline torture. Arguably worse than the pain was the infrequent moments of pleasure. Those moments where I hated that there was even a second of enjoyable feeling. I wouldn't let them know this but the alternative to not showing pleasure was showing my pain, which was just as bad, because it was what they wanted. Johnny right next to me sounded like he was in the similar mindset as me. At one point I was actually wishing that me and Johnny had one arm free just so we could hold hands during this.
I heard John make a long groan which was just enough heads-up that it was about to happen. Chuck climaxed and I groaned and shouted a series of muffled curses into the cloth as I felt my ass fill up with his semen. It was sloppy and yet another degrading act but if it signaled the end of his session I would take it. As Chuck pulled out of me he said "Alright Alright Bill, Dale you guys are up."
"Hooeee this'll be good" said Dale with enthralled delight.
But Bill waved away the gesture. "Eh, I've had the Sheriff's arse before. I want something different."
Dale said "Too bad, I already called the ex-prince. I like his squeals more than the Sheriff's moans."
Next to me, John gave a brooding moan of his own. he looked over at me in anguish again. I tried to give him a hopeful look back but what could I do? If I didn't have the gag what would I actually say to make this better? Especially since it sounded like he was about to be used twice more while I got off. But I was wrong there too.
"Oh I want ole Bushel Bitches alright," Bill said. "Just a different part of his anatomy."
"Good idea, you probably couldn't fit in that rear after the load I just dumped in it" Chuck said as he smacked one my large cheeks. I tensed on the strike as I felt more cum leak down my leg.
Then Bill said "Chuck, Al, let the Sheriff off and bring him over here."
The two of them un-strapped me from the table each one of them grabbing an arm that would have been useless to me anyways considering my wrist were still tied. They marched me in front of the table while Dale moved into position behind John to begin fucking him. Once we were about 7 feet in front of the table they pushed me to my knees right in front of Bill.
I looked up at Bill trying to tell him whatever he did next he would regret eventually, trying to dare him with my eyes. I did this with the full knowledge it wouldn't work. Bill smiled down at me clearly not intimidated by it either. Why should he? He wasn't a first timer, and he just watched me take it up the ass.
"Well now Sherrif," he said "how good are you at sucking dick?"
I tried to say "fuck you" but the gag made it sound more like "PHKUU"
Al said "Decent from what I've heard one cell over. Sounds like him and Johnny take turns going down on each other."
"Is that so?" Bill asked intrigued. My ears flattened in humiliation. Me and John always tried to keep our acts discreet. Looks like it didn't help much. "Aww, how cute, a versatile couple. Cute" Bill said sarcastically, "But we ain't got no use for that here." he said undoing the front of his pants releasing his throbbing member. He pulled out a shiv carved out of who knows what and held it to my neck.
"You bite down or try anything smart I'll kill you right here, and I think you'll agree there's no sense in you dying when you're getting out so soon." He didn't even have to say it that threateningly. He knew I would get the basic logic. Dammit, why did he have to make sense!?
Seeing my mind having agreed Bill stroked his dick longingly "Well Sheriff, you ready for this?"
Chuck undid the knot on my gag uncovering my mouth. I started to blurt out "You son of a Bmphph-" as Bill shoved his dick into my mouth. I didn't do anything for the first few seconds trying my best to let his member touch as little of e as possible.
But I should have known Bill wouldn't have accepted that. "Come on now, Al says your a pro at this. I want the special treatment." He pulled out the shiv again knowing it would get me going.
What I did was give him the bare minimum "treatment" and prayed that was enough. Using my tongue in any way that meant I didn't have to taste him as much.
"whooee, wish I found out about this talent of yours sooner, Sheriff" Bill said with satisfaction.
"Told ya didnt I?" Al said. "Best damn cocksucker in here."
"And here I thought it would have been the thumbsucker." Bill said. "Speaking of him, come on move over here, let your boyfriend be able to see this."
Grabbing me at the shoulder he pulled me with him as he backed up and turned in profile to the table. I suppose it was too much to hope that in the movement I'd get break from tasting him, but he kept me on him even as we turned.
Now with a better view of John, I saw him looking back, seeing me with my lips encircling that raw disgusting dick and me seeing him gettin bred by his second intruder. I could tell he wanted to tell me how much he hated that they were making us watch as much as I did, but he couldn't say anything but a moan or grunt through his gag anymore than i could say anything but a moan or grunt around Bill's cock.
Dale gave a smack to John's behind as John gave another pained squeal before asking "You like that over there? Your boyfriend giving someone else a B.J., P.J.?"
"How about you Bushel Britches?" Chuck jeered still holding onto one of my arms. "Upset your boyfriends got someone else planting his dick that far into him? Then again he saw the same thing happen to you only a minute ago."
"Or maybe you're jealous," Dale chimed in. " 'cause Johnny's getting two dicks tonight and you only got one up your arse."
"He doesn't have anything to be jealous about," Bill said. "Look at the package he's lapping up right now."
God, These sick fucks. It wasn't enough that they were making us watch eachother. They wanted to drive home every point they could.
Bill started grabbing the scruff on my head to bring my head movement to his preferred speed. Me doing the bare minimum appeared to be enough. I was eternally grateful he hadn't found a liking for this early on. Other wise this last night in prison wouldn't have been the first time I had to go down on Bill. Above me, from the back of Bil's throat came this gurgling series of grunts which was all the warning I got before he clamped my head tightly across his junk and he came.
His cock exploded, his semen flooding my in my mouth while he howled in climax. I yanked free and retched on the ground trying to spit up every ounce of his seed.
"Not a swallower huh?" Bill said panting not seeming to care much at this point.
I certainly wasn't. Neither me nor John had ever done that for eachother. And it never got any easier over time. As I kneeled there still coughing at the ground I heard Dale give an enjoyable howl as john yelped into the gag and knew that he had come too. They were finally done with both of us for the night. For the last time.
"And since you both have been freed?" Robinhood asked. He had been listening so intently he completely forgot about the uncomfortable position he was in.
"He didn't talk to me at all fer a while." the Sheriff said still sitting in the chair. He hadn't looked at Robin much while he was talking but now that the sensitive information was out of the way he was finally starting to again. "Now we're on speaking terms again sorta startin' over, but he doesn't talk about what went on in there. He's ashamed enough as it is bein' back with his brother who's in power again. 'specially with everyone knowin' everything what happened before."
"No, I imagine he would be."
"I guess he just wants t' try 'n forget it ever happened."
"Don't you?"
"You think I can?" the Sheriff asked knowing what the answer would be. He began to stand and went over to the stock to begin undoing the restraints.
As Robin waited for the inevitable release from his confines what he couldn't get around was the Sheriff had actually been better than his own prison rapists.
he had started slow, he didn't threaten his life to force himself orally on him,
and the humiliation, sure Robin hood had been taken down several notches here tonight but what the Sheriff went through in prison...
Prison had changed him. Warped his mind even, maybe. Having now gone through it, Robinhood understood the lack of control he must have felt. It only made sense that with that skewed vision the only to get yourself back to normal after being dominated like that was to do it to someone else. Maybe the sheriff had even been planning on doing this to Robinhood as soon as his first attack on him was over.
What did that mean? Things could always be worse, that could never excuse what the Sheriff had done. But still...
Before Robinhood could finish that thought the Sheriff opened the stock and said to him. "Just so you know Robin, sometimes they made me beg too. But I never begged quite as enthusiastic'lly as you did."
Standing up, Robinhood Blushed. "Yes, well, consider that going above and beyond what you requested. It got us through quicker didn't it?"
But the Sheriff smiled and Robinhood had a hunch the Sheriff wasn't buying it.
Robinhood pulled his pants up back up to his waist. He pulled the cloth gag that still hung around his neck and handed it to the Sheriff who looked at it for a second before holding up his hand and saying "Why don't you keep it, until next time."
"Next time?" Robin hood
"Sure, If you ever decide to 'get caught' again. I might even let you at the wheel then."
And that's the end of my first 2-parter. I know this is really different from what I normally write so I'd love to hear some feedback on how I did. Thanks for reading.
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