Doomtrooper Detention Showers | Choices

The ice-cold water ran down his body. He should have been shivering, but the massive arms that were slowly constricting around his body and crushing him against it, were so very warm.  The pain of 3 broken ribs radiated from his torso to the tips of his limbs. But even that was nothing compared to what felt like an open chasm inside him.

“You’ve got some choices boy.” The new guard said to him. “Fucking look at me when I am talking to you!” he said. The guards arms tightened and then he shook him like he was a stuff toy.  The prisoner looked down into the hard brutal face sneering at him. “Your first choice is, I can stop snapping your ribs like toothpicks and let you breath, but then I shove my scalding hot cock so deep into you, that you can feel it tickle your fucking liver.” The prisoner could feel the warm throbbing tip of his massive flesh pole just at the lip of his gaping hole. He could feel the heat radiating from it, like a red-hot bar of steel fresh from the furnace, waiting to melt into him like he was made of wax. The guard moved his hips just enough for him to feel the wet massive flesh pole slide up and down his crack. He couldn’t understand how it could feel even bigger than before. The prisoner trembled as it rubbed against his skin and would have taken a shuddering breath if he didn't have two pythons encircling his rib cage. The prisoner didn't know what the guard saw on his face but his sneer turned into a growl from his clenched teeth. 

The guard loosened his arms enough so he could breath. His body responded by taking in huge breaths of air and then massive man who held him like it was nothing continued. “Or I can spend the next couple hours slowly…” The prisoner could feel the guard arm shift and start to slowly contract. The prisoner could feel those arms contracting like some kind of hydraulic press. Fear made his heartbeat faster and faster. Taking fast deep breaths, he tried to hold it and tried to resist as those massive arms constricted. The guard’s electric blue eyes boring into his, as if they delved into his soul.  They watched the prisoners face as he realized there was not escape. “… crushing the life from your body.” Seconds later the guard’s arms constrict enough to push the air from his lungs. His squirming and resistance doing nothing but exciting the man who dominated him. The constriction continued to where it was just a twitch away from snapping the 4th rib.  The guard stopped right there, his brutal face split by a lop sided grin. The prisoner head lolling to the side as the world around him begins to dim from lack of air, but the pain keeping him this side of consciousness . 

With a smirk the guard says, “Which is it boy!?!?!” his voice full of domination and disdain.