Men
Are Just Testicles In Prison
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 10
Bill
tossed and turned. He ought to just go to sleep. Amy might come and she
might not; she would know best. It was notably warmer; apparently Amy
had turned up the heat. Just as he was drifting off he heard footsteps
outside, and his heart leapt when the upstairs door opened.
"I brought a candle this time." She lit it and set it on the floor
several feet away.
They met at the bars and kissed for some minutes, hands pressed through
the bars to caress each other.
She
pulled back and undid the button of her pants and her hand went to the
zipper, but then she stopped. Bill had his hands on his sweatpants, but
he stopped too.
Amy smiled briefly before assuming an official tone. "I've come for a
surprise inspection. Strip!"
Bill stripped. His penis was mostly hard.
"Could you provide a sample? It seems your body has gone partway down
that path."
"Um, I think so," Bill said, hoping he wouldn't be providing a sample
in the old, officially sanctioned way.
"I have a different sort of container in mind," she said, and Bill
smiled openly. "I was thinking about the physics of this."
She
went across the hall and came back with an old cushion that she put on
the floor right at the edge of his cell. She lay down on her back and
pushed her butt firmly against the bars, legs up straight in the air,
forming a V.
"I like that kind of container!" said Bill,
approaching the floor himself. There was her vaginal opening, but it
was right behind a bar. "Move to the side a little," he said.
"Oh," she said with a smile, seeing the problem and correcting it.
But
however Bill tried, he couldn't get his legs out of the way with his
cock sticking through the bars down low like that. "If you were higher
up," he said.
"Hmmmm," said Amy, rising. "Maybe if there was a table or something..."
She looked around but there was nothing in sight.
"I suppose you could get the key and let yourself in..." Bill said. "If
you trusted me."
Amy
gave no indication she'd heard, but she reached up high on the bars and
pulled herself up, swinging her legs up to to the right, and then
working her left leg under her hands. She giggled.
Bill really
wanted to fuck her now, and he saw his chance. He reached through the
bars and grabbed Amy's rear end and pulled it towards him firmly,
mushing her vaginal opening right up to the bars. He pulled one hand in
long enough to aim his cock, and then gave a tremendous shove.
"Bill!" said Amy. "Ow!"
He shoved in and out with fast, urgent strokes.
"Bill! I'm going to lose my grip and fall!"
Bill
needed it so bad. He took a bit more of her weight with his hands and
pounded in even harder. His pleasure built, and then he was spurting.
"Your fingers!" cried Amy.
He
realized he had dug his fingernails into Amy's butt and relaxed his
fingers at once as he slid his penis out, then gently eased her pelvis
down until she was on her feet again.
He was panting hard from the dual exertion of thrusting and holding her
butt.
"Was that OK?" he said.
"Yeah," said Amy, but with ambivalence.
Bill
thought about what had happened. He'd grabbed her without permission
and stuck it in and hadn't stopped when she asked him to. This was his
male violence coming through. "I... I was kind of violent, I guess. I'm
sorry!"
"Yeah, you were." But then she smiled and said, "But it was OK."
"But then I just got lucky that you didn't mind, right? God, we men are
rapists, just like they always said!"
"Well, it wasn't rape, really. I wanted it, just not plastered nearly
upside down against the bars."
"God, I'm so sorry."
"It
was fine, as it turned out. Quite a memory! But I think I'd rather do
it from the rear on the floor from now on. That's awfully nice."
"Of course! Whatever works for you."
As he lay in bed reliving the event, he relished her implication that
she wanted to do this again, maybe as a regular thing.
During
the next day, Amy appeared and announced in a very business-like way,
"We'll be needing a sample from you tomorrow after breakfast, so be
sure not to waste any semen between now and then."
"Of course -- I mean I will do as you ask. It would be a sin for me to
stimulate myself except when a sample is needed."
They looked at each other with slight smirks, then Amy vanished.
She had given him an explanation for why she wouldn't be coming to him
that night.
When
she showed up the next morning a woman was cleaning downstairs, and Amy
waited until the building was empty before she approached Bill.
"Somebody
wants a baby, and you're elected to be the daddy," Amy said with a
smile, handing him the cup through the bars. "I'm going to watch to
make sure you do it right," she said, crossing her arms in front of her
chest and frowning.
Bill pulled his sweats down partway, but
after a brief hesitation removed them completely. He started stroking
his organ, but it didn't instantly become hard. He glanced at the
crotch of Amy's pants.
"I saw that!" she said with mock
sternness. "You're having violent thoughts left over from the
patriarchy. Or, I guess it's your brutal male nature."
Bill gave a wan smile, then whispered, "It's harder this way when I
know how it's really supposed to be done."
Amy
smiled and made a show of slowly undoing the button on her pants,
slowly lowering the zipper, and pulling her pants down to her knees.
Bill saw the shape of her female parts under her panties, and his cock
hardened rapidly.
"Them too!" Bill whispered.
Amy smiled
and shook her finger at him, then slowly pulled the panties down. As
she spread her lips to reveal the dark hairless flesh just inside her
vaginal opening, she whispered, "You'd rather put it in here?"
Bill nodded greedily, stroking harder.
"You
naughty man!" Amy said softly. She pulled her panties and pants up and
knelt on the floor in front of him. "Turn sideways." She then brought
her face in close until it was a few inches away. "You want me to hold
the cup?" Bill nodded and she reached through the bars to take it from
him. With her other hand she reached beneath Bill's rapidly moving hand
to gently caress his balls, then spoke to them. "One of you guys is
going to be a daddy; just let us have what you make." She saw them rise
in their sac to sit firmly against his body as Bill moaned, and her
eyes shifted to his tip just in time to study from up close the spurts
flying out of his penis. A little one, two big ones, and two more
little ones. The second hit the inside of the cup with enough force to
make a surprisingly loud splatting sound. Bill's jacking motion
subsided and he leaned against the bars, breathing hard.
"Very
good. You've done your job well," said Amy, who tousled Bill's hair
with her free hand before capping the sample. In a lower voice, she
continued, "Wouldn't it be something if she had the courage to come in
here herself, stick her ass up against the bars, and get fucked the way
nature intended?"
Bill nodded in dreamy agreement.
Amy
appeared again shortly after supper when the building was otherwise
empty for the night. "She wants a booster shot." She then looked at
Bill slyly. "Have you ever heard of coitus interruptus?"
He shook his head.
"It's
where sexual intercourse begins, but the man pulls out just before the
semen spurts out. It was sometimes used as a means of contraception --
a way to have sex without making a baby. You want to try?"
Bill understood at once and nodded eagerly. "But this time pulling out
is what makes a baby, not what prevents it."
Amy
smiled, retrieved the cushion from the other room, pulled off her
shirt, pulled her pants down to her knees, and presented herself for
the taking. As Bill maneuvered into position, Amy reached back to hand
him the cup. "Wait a sec til I get warmed up," she said, and began
pressing her fingers rhythmically between her legs.
Bill reached
his right hand through the bars, placed it against Amy's stomach, and
slowly slid up to her chest and fondled her right breast. "That's nice,
Bill," she said, and after a minute, "OK, I'm ready to get fucked!",
wiggling her butt back and forth. Bill withdrew his arm, aimed his
cock, and pressed in. The previous time they'd done it this way it had
been close to totally dark, but Amy had left the lights on this time.
He found it really exciting to watch his penis tip spread Amy's vaginal
lips, then watch it disappear, followed by inch after inch of his
shaft. He held the cup with his right hand but also rested it on Amy's
hip while his left gripped the other one.
He loved the sight of
his penis shoving in and out of Amy's vagina, her lips flipping in and
out to follow his motion. Her fingers were busy just to the stomach
side of where his penis went in and out -- a lighter, faster rhythm.
Soon she tensed and said, "Yes!" followed by rapid gasps. At the same
time her vagina tightened on his penis, heightening his pleasure.
"Don't forget to pull out," she panted.
He might have forgotten.
He picked up his pace, wanting so much to plunge deep to deliver his
load, but he timed it just right and pulled out. His entire cock
appeared, glistening, and after a delicious moment of delay, semen
rocketed out the tip. Two spurts later he was done.
"Bill!" said Amy with a brief giggle. "That hit me on the neck! Quick,
get it into the cup!"
"Oh, yeah," he said, reaching up to finger his stuff quickly from Amy's
neck and the small of her back to the plastic cup.
After they were both dressed, Amy disappeared with the cup after a
quick, "Thanks!"
Amy
never offered to kiss Bill after the first few days. Soon she came for
sex a couple times a week, then a few times a month. She explained that
she really didn't feel ready for a baby right then, so she avoided the
middle of her cycle.
Bill still had fantasies of her coming into
his cell so they could hug properly and have sex face to face. But she
must have her reasons for not wanting that. He realized he did have the
seeds of violence within him, so maybe it was for the best.
"Fine, fine. Say, your dream may finally come true."
Was she going to come into his cell?
"There's
a woman who wants to get pregnant. Tried with Carl's stuff for a year,
then these past few months with you. I mentioned some of those old
theories about how doing it the old-fashioned way might help get
pregnant, and she's up for it. Strictly secret, though. Are you up for
it?"
"Uh, sure!"
"You're impossible! You've got a bulge in your pants already!"
"Well, I'm the only one for miles around who can get that bulge, and if
I didn't you guys would never have any babies."
Amy
studied him for a moment. "You're getting kind of uppity." She smiled
as she said it, meaning it was a joke. But it didn't feel entirely like
a joke.
"This one will be totally in the dark, OK? We'll even
put a blindfold on you. She's got a wider body than me, but I hope that
won't be a problem."
"Uh, no..." he said, not quite sure how wide was wide.
"You'd better not have a problem, or you're a shallow chauvinist pig."
Amy smiled, so it seemed she was joking -- mostly.
On
the appointed evening, Amy appeared in order to put his blindfold in
place. At her request he'd made sure not to bathe for several days, and
he refrained from providing any samples for three days beforehand.
Since Amy had opened his mind to the possibilities, he hadn't generally
stopped himself from spewing his load when he felt like it instead of
only when needed. Usually he fantasized about Amy's butt, pressed
against the bars and ready.
Naked and blindfolded, he waited. He
heard two distinct sets of footsteps coming down, one heavier than the
other. He heard rustling and then Amy's soft voice. "She's right in
front of you. I'll leave you two alone. Do your duty, now Bill."
He grunted. Amy had said grunting and growling might help too.
He
approached the bars and felt for his target. The proffered butt was
much wider than Amy's, and flabbier. But he reached between her legs
and found the same soft but hairy flesh as on Amy. And when he opened
the lips gently, there was her hole, just where it ought to be. He felt
it with his fingers, stuck his tip right in the slot, aimed and
pressed. He learned for the first time that vaginas are different. The
vagina in this ass was not quite so tight. It didn't matter to Bill.
All he had to do was thrust enough to dump his load up in there, and he
could be a daddy. He dug his fingers into the fleshy ass and fucked the
fertile hole, fast and deep, grunting loudly.
"Fuck my cunt, you
big stud," said the voice from well beyond the fat ass. The first time
was tentative, but then she got into it, "Fuck my cunt, you big fucking
stud!" Suddenly the woman's vagina squeezed him hard.
Bill
growled in response, then grunted louder and louder and seconds later
shot his load. This time he held himself in deep as soon as he started
spurting, intent on keeping the sperm as far up inside her as he could.
But he gently withdrew as soon as the last dribble of cum had oozed out.
"Thanks,
bub," said the voice. "Stick your armpit over here, let me take a
whiff... pew, well, that's what the doctor ordered. Look, maybe I
needed that, but don't forget you're still just a sperm factory, and
that's all you're good for."
"Yes, ma'am," panted Bill, trying
not to grin. If he could fuck women from the rear to make them
pregnant, that felt like a pretty good reason for living all by itself.
She came again the next night, and they repeated the procedure. Amy
reported a month later that his seed had taken.
The
word spread. The next one after fat-ass was kind of plump and plain. It
didn't matter to Bill. Her vagina was still very welcoming and he was
delighted to try to impregnate her the old-fashioned way.
The next one was younger and thinner.
She
looked at him curiously as she stripped. "Show me your penis." It was
already pretty hard when he took his sweats off, and she looked at it
with distaste. "Sure is gross." But she sat on the cushion, legs spread
wide and feet together as she reached between her legs and fluttered
her fingers on her girl part. Brief glances at the woman's display was
enough to make his cock very hard.
"OK, ready to get raped," she sighed, turning around and presenting her
butt.
The
skin of her butt was warm to the touch, smooth and tight. Her lips
didn't spread very easily, and his cock tip barely had a purchase when
he pressed. The normal pressure he exerted wasn't enough, so he pressed
harder.
"Yikes," she said, and he stopped at once. She turned her head over her
shoulder. "I didn't say stop, butt head."
That made him a bit angry, so he grabbed her hips and shoved hard and
fast.
"Ouch!
Shit! Fuck!" He hesitated to see if she'd try to pull away, but she
didn't. He fucked in and out, pressing inward deeper each time, feeling
her hot liquid easing his passage. She was tighter than any of the
others, and hotter.
In and out he thrust, enjoying this young
pussy. He could spurt any time but wanted to make the moment last.
Moments turned into minutes.
"And it feels good to get raped. Imagine that. Oppression built right
into us..."
"You want the sperm?" he asked.
"Yeah. Be kind of rough. They say it helps a girl get pregnant."
Bill
needed no further encouragement. His eyes took on a lusty grin as he
grappled her hips, dug his fingers in a little, and drove in and out
like crazy with his impregnator. Animal pleasure pulsed through his
brain as the reflex took over, and he pulsed his seed into her tight,
hot channel. When the delivery was complete, he pulled back and let his
injector slide out.
"Thanks, fucker," she said, turning and looking at him, but then
smiled. "I guess that's what you are, isn't it, a big fucker."
He shrugged and looked down.
The
next woman told him she'd like him to concentrate hard on his X sperm
so he could knock her up with a daughter. She'd been pregnant three
times, but each time after a couple months they had told her that her
baby had a genetic defect and she needed an abortion. While it was
possible that it was some genuine defect, everyone understood that the
vast majority of the time that was a euphemism for saying she was
pregnant with a boy.
Bill heard footsteps one night when no one was expected. Bill hoped it
was Amy, but it was a woman he'd never seen before.
"Here to get fucked," she said. "I understand that's what you do."
"I
try to be of service," he said, trying not to smile. "But usually
people ask in advance, to make sure I've got enough sperm to do the
job."
"I'm not here to get pregnant," she said. "But I want to know what it's
like."
Bill
saw no reason to ask questions. She just pulled her pants and panties
down to her knees. Bill was getting good at finding the pussy hole
without fumbling around or stretching the girl too much. He even knew
how much she'd have to arch her back so he'd have a straight shot to
get into her depths.
But this girl wasn't even wet. "Um, would you care to stimulate
yourself to get excited?"
"Oh, yeah. Why don't you do it?"
"OK, I'll try, but tell me how it is for you." He tried to imitate with
his fingers what he'd seen women do.
"That's fine... Yeah, very good... I guess you're not just a rapist,
are you... OK, I think I'm ready."
Judging
by her wetness, she was right, and his tip led the way as usual as his
shaft forced it deep into the welcoming cunt. "Would you like me to
wait?" he asked.
"Nah, just do your thing."
He happily switched to fast and deep thrusting, and in under a minute
he shot his wad.
After he withdrew, she pulled her pants up and sat on the mat instead
of leaving like most of them did.
"Amy
and I were lovers for a while, until she dumped me. But she told me
what you guys did. I figured I'd see what it was like to get raped up
the cunt by a disgusting prick wielded by a disgusting prick."
By now Bill didn't mind so much. He was getting more comfortable with
who he was. "So, was it like you thought?"
"No.
Well, the basics -- sure. It is rough but not bad at the same time --
that surprised me. Our bodies are meant to take it. Dworkinism lies
again." She paused. "We're meant to get fucked."
Bill shrugged but couldn't help smiling.
She shook her head. "And you don't want to hurt us, I can see. You just
want to feel good."
"Pretty much," he said. "Though I'll do what I can to make it good for
you."
"Can you do it again?"
"Umm, it takes a while before my penis can get stiff again, but let's
see... You want to get it again? Up deep inside?"
"Yeah,"
she said, smiling. Before her eyes his organ responded, and when it was
ready to do the job, she turned around and presented.
He mounted, thrust into her pre-stretched pussy, and slid in and out
with long, easy strokes.
"I
can see a girl could get used to this," she said, and he noticed her
fingers rising to finger herself. "Man, it's like stereo," she said
after a while. "Oooo, oooooo, mmmmmm, mmmmm, Aaahhhhh!"
As
usual, her climax sent him to rapidly seek his own, and moments later
he convulsed again. It felt as great as ever, even if he didn't have
much juice to give.