Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2015 01:21:47 -0500
From: Naked Ginger <thenakedginger@gmail.com>
Subject: The Dragonborn Series: Jail Cell Distraction

The Dragonborn Series
Jail Cell Distraction

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Elder Scrolls video game or lore
series, which is a copyright of Bethesda studios. While most of my
characters are originals within the ES Universe, some named characters or
locations may be based on their work. Play their games, especially with
Mods ;)

AN: This is my first finished work. I'm happy to take feedback or you let
me know if you liked it!

Contact Info: Do you wish something happened differently? Want to share an
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Clyde was pushed through the doorway to his cell forcefully. He stumbled a
bit on the cobble floor but didn't fall. He turned around to look at his
captors, angrily. Before him stood to two prison guards that would be his
unfortunate company while this mess was sorted out.

The one called Jebb was tall and thick. His head had been shaved a week ago
or so, and left a short dark-brown dusting of hair that matched the color
and length of his beard. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, nose large and
pronounced, and bottom lip just a little too large. He was a caveman in the
modern day. To match his brutal features, his body was sculpted by the same
quick hands. It was clear Jebb was the muscle of this duo, but for every
pound of muscle seemed to be a pound of fat. His belly protruded outward
past his waist, requiring a two-piece breastplate that buckled forward.

While he was covered head-to-toe in his guard's clothes, Clyde could tell
the brute was a ape in human form. The hair that tried to spring from
Jebb's neck and the thick covering on his forearm and hands was proof
alone.

Clyde then titled his eyes towards Pinch. His real name was something else,
like Wendel or Winkle, but everyone called him Pinch. A couple of rumors
about his evening hobbies lent to the name, but the going reason was he was
just a `pinch' compared to Jebb.

Although he had a stupid name, Clyde had to admit Pinch was
handsom. Slightly shorter then the average man, Pinch kept his body firm
and strong. He was much younger than Jebb and his youth helped make
everything on him seem smooth. His blonde hair was only a few inches long
and while Pinch kept his hair pushed to the side, but a few pieces always
fell onto the side of his face. A constant bed-head look adding to his
allure.

The blue eyes, blond hair, well defined body (so Clyde heard), and add a
bit of kink and the authority to brandish a weapon, it was clear why Pinch
was such a infamous guardsman. Clyde didn't identify himself as gay, or
straight for that matter. With the years of adventures beneath his belt and
after saving the world a few times, he had earned and learned to enjoy all
of life's indulgences. That being said, Pinch sparked an initial interest.

"If you like the look of me that much, hoodlum, I can commission a
portrait" Pinch said. Annoyed, but also amused at his own egotism.

"I obviously don't have gold for a portrait, hence the chains." Clyde
lifted his bound hands towards them, half expecting them to realize their
mistake and un-cuff him.

"Hah, I suppose you're right there. How how about you explain to me why
someone in your situation would try and steal measly produce off a
merchant?" asked Pinch.

Clyde lowered his hands. "What do you mean, `my situation'?" Clyde
sighed. He wasn't going to just be `let go' today. They didn't know who he
was.

Pinch moved towards him, and circled behind him as he spoke. "Your
armor. Clearly you're not just a homeless beggar. And your gear is even
superior to our own I hate to say." Pinch traced his fingers across Clyde's
breastplate, starting just between Clyde's pecs and looping up and over his
shoulder down to his lower back. "Elven steel, perhaps?"

"Let's say I stole it too." Clyde wasn't uncomfortable, or threatened. What
these two boulder brains didn't realize is that he was the Dragonborn:
savior of this land, hero of the people, and king of the dragons. However,
as the past months have been a docile peace-filled time Clyde was willing
to role-play his wrongdoings until the Jarl here found out or he got bored
and forced his way out. After all, the Dragonborn was exonerated from any
crime in Skyrim. No law could touch him.

Jebb shook his head. He was giving Clyde the look of, `you shouldn't have
said that.'

"Well, mysterious stranger, you can either play nice with us and start
answering my questions," as Pinch spoke his hand moved down to Clyde's butt
and squeezed firmly. "or we can play rough. Either way I'm happy." He makes
an audible whisper, "Although I think Jebb here would rather be rough."

Jebb looked away.

Clyde looked around the jail. There was one drunk passed out in the first
cell they passed and another man in a cell a few down. He was awake when
they arrived but had either fallen asleep or was pretending to be to avoid
being dragged into whatever was about to happen.

Reminding himself he had some time to kill, Clyde went with option two. He
whispered back, loudly, "I don't think Jebb there understands what you're
saying. You may need to draw it in pictures on the wall."

Jebb grunted "scum!" and stepped forward a few paces. He caught his own
fist in his palm a few times. Boy was his voice deep. Everything about him
oozed masculine stereotypes. Clyde's interests began to shift.

"Well then, rough it is." Pinch declared. "And since this armor is stolen,
as you say, we'll need to confiscate it. Basic procedure, you know..."

Clyde just shrugged.

Pinch was a little confused by Clyde's unwillingness to cooperate but also
his lack of fear or timidity. His concern was pretty easily conquered
though. Pinch, while not openly, was gay and always happy to play out his
fantasies on those that couldn't talk back or act out. Jebb was the perfect
partner for him too. While Jebb preferred women for sexual consumption,
many were scarred off by his limited vocabulary and monstrous statue and
strength. So while it wasn't ideal, Pinch always had their prisoners help
him out with a hand job or blow job, and all he had to do was hold them
still. He didn't really enjoy taking advantage of the men, but would never
have the courage to say so to Pinch.

Pinch began unlacing the straps from the sides of Clyde's breastplate. It
took some maneuvering to unlace them all, and then slide the armor up and
over Clyde's head with his arms bound, but this wasn't his first time
around the courtyard.

"Yup, looks Elvish. I wonder what you did to steal this away from such a
skilled merchant. Did you kill him? Did you trade something in return?" On
that last part, Pinch rubbed his hands across Clyde's chest. The linen
shirt was relatively thick, but Pinch could tell there was firm muscle
underneath. He was excited. Most of the drunks and thieves they brought
down here were pudgy or just bones. This was going better than expected.

"I'll need to search you too, for hidden picks or weapons. So say goodbye
to your shirt. Again, typical procedure."

Clyde simply replied, "I'm sure it is." He was eerily calm for Pinch's
liking.

Pinch pulled out a dagger from his belt and brought it up to Clyde's
neck. "I don't know if I can trust you, so the chains will have to stay
on. Meaning.." The dagger slid down Clyde's shirt, cutting it into two
pieces without hitting flesh. "I'll have to cut this off. Sorry mate."

Pinch pushed the material aside to reveal an absolutely perfectly sculpted
chest and abs. Clyde's body was something Pinch had only seen in paintings
or statues. He was a model of man. His chest was dusted with light brown
hair and his tummy sported the same fur but grew thicker as it grew
south. Pinch was a bit lost in his gaze.

After a few moments of silence, Clyde asked "So do you see any weapons? Any
picks? Are you satisfied?" His tone was sarcastic and condescending. Clyde
was well aware now of Pinch's desires. His thoughts all but screaming out
loud.

Pinch turned this into an act of aggression though. "Giving me lip, eh?" He
was upon Clyde in an instant, face to face. "My name isn't just a fact of
my stature compared to ol' Jebb over there." His hand found Clyde's chest
and his fingers roamed to his nipple. Never breaking eye contact with Clyde
he whispered, "and I'm not sure yet if you're going to like the
explanation."

With that, Pinch squeezed hard. He applied as much pressure as he could
onto Clyde's nipple and twisted. Pain first shot into Clyde but was quickly
overplayed with pleasure that rippled down his spine. He grunted into a
moan and tried to fall back out of reach.

"Jebb! Grab him!" Pinch commanded. Jebb did as he was asked and came behind
Clyde, holding his cuffed arms up above his head. Jebb was nearly a foot
taller than Clyde and incredibly strong. Although Clyde had ways and powers
he could use to get out, all too easy, he was still enjoying this
progression so he played along. He even feigned to struggle out of Jebb's
grasp.

Pinch continued his pressured onslaught, joining with his other hand to
meet Clyde's remaining nipple. Clyde's reactions were mixed from grunts and
shouts of pain and growls and moans of pleasure. Blood was pulsating
through his veins rapidly, growing his erection. Covered behind his
cod-piece and linens, Pinch was none the wiser but it was beginning to get
uncomfortably cramped down below.

"Happy you chose the rough path still, huh?" Pinch asked. He released Clyde
and returned his dagger to the remains of Clyde's shirt to remove it
completely. Clyde didn't say anything, instead just tried to catch his
breath in the momentary pause of sexual torment.

"Now then." Pinch sheathed his dagger to his belt and then removed the belt
itself. "Seems like you enjoyed my little game, so I have another one that
I'm personally going to enjoy a lot more." He unfastened his plate leggings
and let them drop to the floor. They made a loud noise as they hit the
stone. Pinch stepped out of them. His thin cloth undergarments didn't hide
his obvious erection. "And let me remind you, Jebb can break your neck in a
second if you do anything wrong from here on out. Do you understand?" He
was grabbing his cock through his undergarments as he spoke.

Clyde was just watching, still trying to slow his breath.

Pinch took one quick step forward and placed a hand across Clyde's neck
angrily. "Do you understand?!" He yelled.

"Yes." Clyde muttered. "Do as you say, or Jebb snaps my neck. Crystal."

Pinch released his neck. "Good. You're not as dumb as I thought. Jebb, get
him on his knees." Jebb kicked the back of Clyde's knee and simultaneously
pushed him downward onto his knees as commanded. Jebb sat down on the bench
behind Clyde so he was easier to hold in this position. This clearly wasn't
his first time around the courtyard either...

"Now then, my little pet. Show Pinch how much you want to be set free."
With that, he released his cock from the confines of his linen shorts. "If
you do real good, just maybe I'll let you go."

Clyde looked at Pinch's cock wagging in front of him. It wasn't bad. About
average in length, slightly shorter than the length of his hand, but
decently thick. He was uncut like most of the men in Skyrim, a trait of the
lower-class. His balls were pretty large though, bigger than his own Clyde
thought. But much different than Clyde, and Jebb he imagined, Pinch was
shaven smooth. No pubic hair to be seen or treasure trail above. Clyde
wondered if every part of Pinch was this smooth.

Pinch pulled back his foreskin with his gripped palm and said, "now be a
good boy and suck on this. I wanna sheath this sword in that hot little
mouth of yours."

The pun was horrible. Clyde made no movement towards Clyde's cock. It was a
decent cock as they are, but Clyde was very uncomfortable in his own
clothes. His boner had not subsided, and being crouched down didn't help
the confinement. And even so, Clyde didn't suck cock too often. He wasn't
against it, but his life was usually filled with that role reversed.

"I said, suck it!" Pinch said impatiently. He grabbed the back of Clyde's
head and pulled it into his cock, smacking it against the side of his
cheek.

"Wait," Clyde said calmly. "You haven't finished checking me for picks."

"You're not going anywhere with Jebb behind you. Now open up." He
maneuvered his cock head onto Clyde's lips but he shrugged it aside.

Clyde looked up into Pinch's eyes. `Looks like I'll have to use some
influence here' Clyde thought. One of his many abilities was the power to
manipulate human will either by charm or intimidation. "Trust me, I have a
weapon so deadly, you're going to want to see it."

Pinch felt a bit light-headed for a moment as the words sunk in. Almost
instantly though, Clyde's words were all that mattered. "Yeah! I need to
finish searching you. Jebb, get him up."

Jebb did as commanded, only slightly confused but never would consider
voicing that. Once Clyde was up on two feet, Pinch moved to the straps and
laces keeping Clyde's leggings up. His own boner bouncing around as he did
so. When the plate came loose and shrugged off Clyde's body, his own hard
on was unrestrained and pushed out against his undergarments.

"Hmm well what do we have here, Jebb? Looks like someone was enjoying this
a little more than I expected." Pinch said with amusement. Typically his
prisoners weren't as in to this part of the search as Clyde was. Pinch
pushed down on the cover cock and released it, letting it shoot upwards in
response.

Jebb laughed a bit. "I think he likes you Pinch."

`Gosh, Jebb's voice really turns me on' Clyde thought. His hard on bobbed
more in response.

"I think you're right Jebb. Is it true, you little thief? Do you like me
and my gorgeous cock?" Pinch asked. His tone was demeaning and filled with
bravado.

"Actually, I'm more into Jebb." Clyde responded truthfully.

Pinch didn't like this, and Jebb was stunned. Jebb let out a single
giggle. This was strange for poor Jebb. Not many people could stand to be
around him, mainly due to fear, but Clyde had no fear that Jebb could hurt
him and saw only the masculine beacon that he was.

Pinch punched Clyde across the cheek. "You must be delirious or stupid."
The punch didn't hurt but it did make him angry. He squashed the momentary
desire he had to set Pinch on fire and decided to have some mutual fun.

"Jebb, release me." Clyde commanded.

Pinch began, "Obviously don't listen to this wank-" but Clyde looked around
and met Jebb's eyes.

"Now."

With that Jebb released Clyde's arms and Pinch stood stunned. His boner
still pointed forwards towards Clyde. In a quick motion, Clyde pulled down
his own undergarments and stepped out of them. "Ah, now that feels better."
He stretched back and let his skin soak the cool air of the jail cell.

Pinch's eyes widened and Jebb sat there in the same shocked
silence. Clyde's chest was beautiful, but it was surprising just how much
better the rest of him was. His legs were as thick as trees, covered in the
same light-brown hair from crotch to ankle. Speaking of, his crotch was all
Pinch could stare at.

Clyde was above average in every way. While not comically large, his cock
was long, thick, cut and sat atop two ripe balls. It was so meaty in
weight, that its resting position seemed to defy gravity laws. Clyde's cock
pointed almost straight up towards the Gods. And everything was covered in
his mainly fur but kept short. Pinch wasn't aware it was possible to keep
pubic hair so well-maintained. Needless to say, Pinch was salivating.

Clyde happily did a slow spin as he stretched again. Acting as if a spiral
stretch is completely normal. He got the satisfaction of seeing Jebb's eyes
widen as well as his cock passed just inches from his face, and then seeing
Pinch's lust double after showing off his thick ass. Clyde was almost more
proud of his butt than his cock. It was so taught and full, covered in fur,
and the shape of two perfect bubbles. It drove women and men wild
alike. Today, it appeared, it would be for men.

As Clyde finished his over-the-top show, he addressed Pinch. "Now then,
Pinch. Clad only in these cuffs, it should be clear I do not in fact have
any typical weapons. I do, however, have a weapon by its own regards and
you may need to investigate it further." He thrust his hips subtle back and
forth to bob his cock as he finished his sentence.

Pinch didn't need a second invitation. Any ego or `guardsman' authority
complex was stripped away when he saw Clyde naked. He stripped off his
hanging undergarments before kneeling down before Clyde. He just stared for
a while at the cock in front of him, inches away.

"If you like the look of it so much, I can commission a portrait," Clyde
joked, repeating Pinch's earlier lines.

"I'll take you up on that." Clyde said, almost hypnotically. It made Clyde
happy seeing how entranced Pinch was, knowing that he was no longer an
spell.

"Taste it." Clyde whispered.

Pinch had experienced a lot of cock in his life, but he was timid with
Clyde's. It was a rarity. A forest nymph or spirit he was afraid would
vanish if he didn't do everything perfectly. Slowly, he extended his tongue
to the base of Clyde's large cock and licked it all the way to the tip of
its head. A couple cautions suctioned kisses on the head was all the
confidence Pinch needed, and he began to dive onto it.

Clyde let his head sink back and closed his eyes. Heavy sighs and small
moans began to pepper in with his breathing. He closed his eyes and soaked
in the pleasure.

Pinch took more and more of Clyde in with each bob. Although he was skilled
in his ability to suck cock, Clyde was simply too big and Pinch could only
take a bit over half of Clyde fully. Pinch wasn't worried though and was
driven to demonstrate his skills. He focused his mouth on the head of
Clyde's penis where it's most sensitive and twirled his tongue around in
many patterns. Swaying between that, using light pressure from his teeth,
and fondling Clyde's balls with his free hands, Pinch was indeed doing
great work.

Clyde got more and more into it as well. His hips slowly began to thrust
with Pinch's bobs. He raised his hand to brush back through his hair and
that's when he remembered he was still cuffed in these thick chains.

He turned slightly to get Jebb's attention who was still sitting down,
watching the fellatio before him. Jebb wasn't exactly turned on, more just
curious and interested in how good Pinch was making Clyde feel. Wondering
what that's like.

"Jebb, can you take these chains off?" Clyde asked. Jebb snapped out of it
and looked up at him. He raised his cuffed hands to re-iterate his
question.

"I don't think that's a good idea.." Jebb said cautiously. "You're a
prisoner."

"I am, mmmm" a moan escaped Clyde's lips, "you're right Jebb. And you're
very honorable I can tell. But I'm clearly not going anywhere with you too,
mmm oh yes, here. And with no weapons, there's no way I could fight a man
like you Jebb."

Jebb squinted his face as he considered what Clyde said. "And then my hands
would be free for you." Clyde hadn't been using any manipulation yet. It
was much more fun to try things without Magika first.

"I dunno about that. I'm not like Pinch anyway." Jebb looked down to Pinch
working every digit and mouth muscle on Clyde's cock. "I don't love guys."

"I'm not, mmm yes, asking or requiring love Jebb. But don't you want to
feel this, mmm, good? I'm sure Pinch could make you feel reeeal good."

Pinch caught that and popped Clyde's cock out of his mouth to rebuke. "No
way am I touching that bear. That's your job, wanker."

Clyde looked back over and down to Pinch. "Did I say you were finished?"

"Fuck off!" Pinch responded. "You may have a great cock, but let me remind
you who's in charge here." He grabbed onto Clyde's balls tightly and
squeezed.

Clyde yelled out and instinctively kicked out with his leg against
Pinch. Luckily his chest armor was still on and he simply skidded back a
few feet against the bars.

"Holy shit! This guy's strong!" Pinch stuttered out as he got up. His
slight fear only made his erection firmer though.

Clyde sighed, "well, I tried to do things nicely. But it looks like you
want it the rough way." Clyde turned around to Jebb and locked eyes,
manipulating him with his innate abilities. "Lock the gate."

"What?" Pinch blurted out. "Lock the gate? You don't give orders here, you
wanker!"

But regardless of Pinch's rebuttal, Jebb strode over to the gate and closed
it, took a key from his belt and locked them all in the cage from the
inside. Influenced by the Dragonborn's commanding power.

"Throw the keys over there too" Clyde commanded, pointing towards the
entrance to the jail, and Jebb obliged.

"JEBB! What the hell are you doing?! You just locked us in here for at
least six hours until the next shift comes in! Why are you so stupid!?"
Pinch yelled as he ran to Jebb. He punched him a few times in the side of
his chest-plate where only leather protected his stomach.

Jebb, coming back to clarity, apologized. "I.. I don't know why I did
that. Fuck! Stop hitting me Pinch!" He pushed Pinch off of him easily.

"Fucking idiot!"

Clyde chimed in. "Well... at some point Pinch, you're going to deduce that
I'm not just a run-of-the-mill thief."

"Yeah! That's how you did it. You're some necromancer, or sorcerer, or some
shit. Controlling Jebb's mind because he's a dumbass."

Jebb just looked down to the ground, ashamed.

"Yes and no," Clyde responded. "But we won't go into specifics just
yet. For now, we're going to have a little fun."

"Well now your'e stuck in those chains you idiot. You're just as stupid as
this monkey." Pinch pointed at Jebb.

Clyde just smiled. He furrowed his brow a bit, and pulled his hands
outward. His biceps bulged and a moment later the chains gave way, popping
as his hands were freed. Jebb and Pinch both stared in amazement, Pinch
also in fear. His boner finally began to subside.

"Thank you for reminding me Pinch." Clyde rubbed his wrists a bit. "Those
were getting uncomfortable."

Clyde, now fully naked, moved back to the bench and sat down with his legs
spread wide. He begins to massage his inner thigh as he speaks. "Pinch,
since you're being a little twat, you're going to be the bottom tonight for
our fun."

"Like hell I am," Pinch instinctively replied. He regretted it instantly
but tried not to let it show. `Act tough' he kept thinking to himself.

"Point taken." Clyde looked to Jebb, "Now Jebb, you've been a very gracious
host in my jail cell so far and so your part will have more options. You
can either come over here and blow me, and I assure you I would love that
very much, or you can fuck little Pinch here."

"Fuck you!" Pinch yelled. Again, regretted it.

"I'm sorry Pinch, but that option isn't available tonight. You are only a
bottom tonight. You're more than welcome to fight me if you feel
confident."

Pinch was clearly distraught. He wasn't sure what he was up against but was
well aware he couldn't take Clyde. Mind control aside, the way he shattered
those chains proved he was beyond humanly strong. His move was the only one
he had, "Jebb, shut this fucker up. Beat him to a pulp."

Clyde titled his gaze to Jebb who looked incredibly uncomfortable. Jebb
didn't give any indication he planned to attack Clyde. Pinch was furious.

"Do your fucking job you ape!" Pinch played into Jebb, punching him again
in this side.

"STOP!" Jebb yelled! He grabbed Pinch's wrist and twisted it up and behind
his back. "STOP HITTING ME!"

Pinch yelled out in pain with a possibly sprained wrist. "Let go of me you
bloke!" he moaned out. Jebb pushed him out of his grasp up against the cell
wall. Pinch held on and raised himself against the bars for
support. "You're both dead when the next shift comes in. You hear me?"

Clyde ignores him and looks back to Jebb. "So then, my big handsome ape,
what would you prefer?"

Jebb actually appreciated the ape comment from Clyde. It helped that
`handsome' preceded it. However, he didn't really like either option. The
most he'd done with a guy was gotten a blow job a couple of times when
Pinch would `share' a captive, and sometimes he couldn't even get hard.

Clyde had gone on to stroke himself while Jebb thought over his
options. Pinch kept his glances and emotions split between his lust for
Clyde's cock one more time and the fear of Jebb possibly fucking him. He
couldn't recall what his counterpart was packing down there. Anytime Jebb
was offered a blow job or hand job Pinch had checked out or was with
another inmate. He never found Jebb attractive and so he never bothered to
pay attention. But either way, Pinch was not used to bottoming and had only
been fucked twice before. Plus, Jebb was incredibly strong. In the heat of
the moment, Jebb could do serious damage, especially if lust overtook him.

"I don't love guys." Jebb finally said.

"I know, I know Jebby. Can I call you Jebby?" Clyde asked
rhetorically. "And while I would love to feel those gorgeous lips and
strong tongue on my cock, I won't force you. However, then your only option
is to fuck your friend here. And between you and me, he deserves a big cock
in his ass." Clyde winked.

Jebb turned back to Pinch, almost asking permission with his eyes. Pinch
got the hint, "Fuck no! You're not fucking me you wanker! Don't even
fucking think about it."

"Oh Pinch," Clyde sighed. "He's already thought about it, and he made the
decision before I offered up the choice."

Pinch looked at Clyde, both confused and scared. "That's right." Clyde
continued. "This big ape here may not love guys, but be really likes
you. And every time you offer up a drunken inmate to his cock, he wishes it
was your lips instead."

Pinch cautiously looked back at Jebb, "Is that true Jebb?"

He didn't say anything but averted Pinch's eyes. It's clear that what Clyde
said was somehow true. "Well then if you care about me, you won't fucking
fuck me, got it?!"

"How does the shoe feel on the other foot, Pinch?" Clyde says
slowly. "You've solicited blowjobs forcefully from enough men, probably
raped a few too. Tonight it's your turn..."

"Fuck you wizard!" Pinch said and spat at Clyde.

"I'd save your saliva." Clyde smirked. Turning to Jebb, "Well Jebb, it's
clear what you want but your respect, or fear, or admiration for your
friend, however wrongly placed, would prevent you from acting. So let me
make it a bit easier. Look at me."

Jebb finally looked up to meet Clyde's eyes. Pinch, more aware of the
situation tried to stop him "No Jebb you idiot!" but it was too late.

"No matter what Pinch says or does, he wants you badly. You know him well,
he enjoys the rape experience and so he's just acting. He wants you to take
him forcefully."

"No!" Pinch yells. "No! Don't listen to him Jebb!" but the manipulation had
already settled in. Jebb turns to Pinch with a new happiness and joy in his
eyes.

"Finally." is all he happily says.

Clyde just sits back to enjoy the show, stroking his cock to his live
performance.

The first thing Jebb wants is to see his new toy stripped. "Take off your
chest piece" he demands.

"Jebb, no! Stop and listen to me. He's tricking you, stop!" Pinch tries to
plea with Jebb but it only fulfills the role-play that much further for
Jebb.

"You've always played hard to get," he said with a big grin. He reached out
and grabbed Pinch's armor. Pinch tried to get away but Jebb's grip was too
strong and just caused Pinch to fall over. Jebb took the opportunity and
pinned himself on top of him. Jebb knew not to crush him, but kept enough
weight on his lower back to keep him firmly planted.

His greedy hands reached around to cup both cheeks of Pinch's ass. He
rubbed and massaged them, pulling them apart as he kneaded them. "I can't
wait to fuck you Pinchy." All the while Pinch continued to protest, though
his pleas became less and less energetic. He was beginning to accept that
he couldn't stop Jebb.

Jebb's hands moved around to the back of Pinch's chest plate and unbuckled
the sides. A few straps wouldn't give and his dexterity was lacking. In
frustration, Jebb just ripped the straps off and tore through the plate
pieces and leather undergarments to get to Pinch's smooth back below. "Mmm"
was all he said at the sight.

Me moved his large hands up and down Pinch's back, massaging the flesh and
muscle of his smooth new toy. Jebb scootched down a few feet to expose
Pinch's ass as well. He massaged Pinch's back for a few moments but began
to focus more and more on his butt. Grabbing the checks in his hands and
squeezing. Kneading them with his strong knuckles. Spreading his cheeks
apart to reveal Pinch's tight little rosebud.

This continued for a while longer than Clyde expected. He realized Jebb
would need some guidance. It wasn't clear how many women Jebb had been with
in his life but there were obviously no men in his past. "Lick his asshole,
Jebb. Clean it good." Clyde urged.

Jebb took instruction well. He spread Pinch's checks aside and dove
headfirst into his ass. At first he smelled the musky aroma of Pinch's ass,
but it was almost sweet. He then began to lick steadily. The motions
weren't smooth or seasoned, more like a dog discovering honey, but his
large, rough tongue traced every centimeter of Pinch's ass.

By this point, Pinch's desperate pleas had stopped and he began to enjoy
this `torture'. It wasn't so bad he thought. If he just pretended it was
someone else, getting his ass eaten felt wonderful. No longer did he beg
Jebb to stop, but instead begged him to keep going.

Jebb learned new skills as he worked. He made a game of spitting onto
Pinch's asshole and then licking it all up. He could have played the game
all night. Clyde was getting into the fun too, his own masturbation
speeding up, but he wanted it to progress.

"You should loosen him up with a finger, Jebb."

"Mmm, yes." Pinch agreed, surprisingly.

Jebb, being the handsome dolt he is, tried to shove one of his dry fingers
into Pinch. Although Pinch's scream and wiggles wouldn't have stopped Jebb
due to the manipulation, Clyde quickly caught it. "Jebb, Jebb. You have to
wet your finger first. Have Pinch suck on it."

"Oh." was all Jebb said.

Luckily only the first digit had made it through, so Pinch was fine the
moment it was removed. Jebb brought his hand up and around to Pinch's
mouth, demanding he suck on it `good' were his words.

Pinch happily wetted the finger in his mouth, coating it in a thick layer
of saliva. Once he released it from his mouth, Jebb knew it was time to
retry and brought his hand back down. His finger went into Pinch easier
this time, and he was slowly able to get the full finger in up to his
knuckle. Now, Jebb had large hands and large fingers, but one finger was
still not the equivalent of a cock.

Clyde suggested trying more fingers to see how much Pinch could
handle. Jebb liked the idea, Pinch not as much, but the experiment
continued regardless. The process was of the same to ensure each finger was
properly lubricated, but once Jebb tried to stick three fingers up Pinch's
little hole it was clear they weren't getting to a fourth. Hell, Jebb's
three fingers were thicker than Clyde's cock alone.

The scene was hot and Clyde felt close to erupting already. He decided to
speed things along to meet with his own timeline. "I think Pinch is ready
for you Jebb. Why don't you strip and give him what he needs."

"No," Jebb said, which confused Clyde. "Pinch. Take my armor off. Fast."
Clyde was actually impressed by Jebb's forthrightness. He went back to his
own cock and watched.

Jebb leaned back off Pinch and stood, allowing Pinch to roll over up onto
his feet as well. Pinch may have lost his erection during the scuffle but
it was back in full swing, swaying as he righted himself.

Pinch quickly got to work on Jebb's two-part chest piece. The straps were
large but easy to unfasten, likely due to Jebb's own need, lacking a lot of
dexterity. Soon enough, Jebb's chest was bare to both men. As Clyde
expected, Jebb was incredibly hairy. His entire body was covered in a thick
dark fur. Unexpectedly though, most of his body was covered in intricate
tattoo markings as well. Although not incredibly visible due to the hair,
it was clear the markings took years to complete and spanned his entire
chest and back. Clyde was interested to see just where the markings
stopped...

Pinch started to work on Jebb's plate leggings, but was interrupted. Jebb
grabbed his head and forcefully brought it to his own, hairy
nipple. "Practice sucking on this," Jebb ordered. Pinch wasn't exactly
interested in doing so, but was wise enough not to disobey. He dutifully
sucked, teased, and pinched Jebb's exposed nipples. Cycling between the
two, it was clear Jebb was enjoying the sensation. His deep moans were
turning Clyde on too much. Clyde had to stop touching himself to prevent
finishing too soon.

"Lower," Jebb commanded. Pinch obeyed again and moved his suckling action
south, slowly trailing Jebb's large chest, belly, and upper groin. "Lick
it."

"Lick what? Your dirty cod-piece?" Pinch questioned angrily.

*SMACK*

Jebb hit Pinch upside the head with, and while probably light force to
Jebb, was enough to send Pinch to the floor. "OW! God Damn!" Pinch yelled.

"No words, maggot. Now lick it."

Pinch looked over to me while rubbing his face where Jebb's hand made
contact. It already had turned red. Clyde squinted his eyes, smiled and
simply said, "you heard the man."

Pinch reluctantly propped himself back up and began to lick the metal cup
holding back Jebb's manhood. It tasted like old metal mixed with
dirt. While both gaurds kept their flesh relatively clean their armor was a
different story. This wasn't pleasant at all and Pinch's cock responded
distastefully as it sank lower to the ground.

After a few moments, Jebb was satisfied by the polishing job Pinch had
administered. He turned around and grabbed the iron cell bars. "Take them
off," he said.

Not wanting another smack to the head, Pinch got to work, briskly removing
the plate straps from behind. The clattered to the ground: belt, thigh
plates, knee guards and shin guards, and finally the boot straps. Jebb
stepped out of his boots and placed his huge, hairy feet onto the cold
cobblestone. With his rising temperature, the cool relief felt good.

Pinch paused briefly, but when Jebb remained facing away from him and just
arched his back out a bit more, he continued to strip his guardsman
partner. Peeling the tight cloth leggings off over Jebb's square ass was a
beautiful sight for Clyde. In fact, Clyde couldn't help himself and wanted
to participate.

"Jebb?" Clyde politely asked, "do you mind if I play with your ass for a
minute?"

"I'd like that," Jebb grunted.

Clyde got up and strode over to this mammoths ass in front of him. Jebb
didn't quite have a bubble butt, but it was large. More squarish in shape,
it was ripe in muscle and filling, matted with more thick black
fur. Additionally, the tattoos continued to trace down his back around his
ass. It was incredibly hot. Clyde placed both hands upon his cheeks and
moved them around in circles for a few moments. There was so much to hold
on to. So much to take in.

He began to spread Jebb's cheeks farther and farther apart with each rub,
exposing more of Jebb's virgin asshole. It was darker than Pinch's pink
little rose, but beautiful all the same. Clyde kneeled down and brought his
face closer. He drew a deep breath in of Jebb's meaty ass. The scent was
heavenly.

Clyde turned briefly to Pinch, "blow me while I take care of your brother
in arms here." Pinch was fine with that alternative. No matter how evil or
powerful Clyde was, he was definitely gorgeous and Pinch was eager to get
more of that cock in him. Pinch had to lie down awkwardly to get at Clyde's
member but his determination was evident and soon Pinch was gagging himself
upon the Dragonborn's cock.

Happy with the attention his lower anatomy was getting, Clyde turned his
focus back to the 300 pound god before him. He brought his mouth in to
Jebb's butt, and began to playfully bite all around it. Jebb tensed a
little at the first nibble but relaxed quickly with each additional
bite. Clyde's bites turned into sloppy hickies and finally became wet
kisses as he got closer and closer to Jebb's rose.

Finally at the center, Clyde exchanged his kisses for his tongue and
circled Jebb's hole with the tip. He alternated between circling the tip of
his tongue around the opening and lazily licking the entire thing. The
constant attention to his virgin hole was making Jebb quiver though.

"Please, don't.." Jebb tried to say between his moans and quakes.

"Please don't what?" Clyde asked, releasing his tongue's grasp on Jebb for
a moment.

Jebb drooped his head a bit. "Please. I don't think I'm ready to be fucked
by a man."

*smack*

Clyde brought a hand down onto Jebb's ass causing him to hop a
little. Clyde laughed. "Have no fear friend. While I'd like nothing more
than to show you the pleasure of my cock inside you, you won't be the one
being taken advantage of this evening. We'll leave that for our little
rapey succubus currently latched onto me."

Jebb let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir."

"Speaking of," Clyde continued, "I think it's time you got your fill
Jebb. I'm close to cumming myself and would prefer to match strokes with
you. Pinch, get up."

Pinch didn't want this to end mainly due to his attraction to this stranger
but also because he knew what was coming. Clyde rose and returned to his
spot on the bench in the cell. As he sat down, he turned just in time to
see Jebb spin to face them both. Both of their eyes popped.

Clyde first noticed that the tattooing continued down his chest, up his
leg, and connected on Jebb's actual dick. A painful experience he
imagined. However, that was quickly shadowed by the sheer size of Jebb's
cock. It was maybe only an inch larger than Clyde's but was massively
thick. Easily four, maybe more of Jebb's already-thick fingers.

Although their expression was the same, Pinch had wide eyes for a very
different reason. It was not that of amazement and adoration for this giant
cock, but that of fear knowing that it was going to destroy him. How had he
never noticed the size of his mate's cock before? The club was hard to
ignore!

Uncut, Jebb's tattooed cock hung down low with a slight up-curve. It was
pretty smooth except for one large vein that started at the left-side base
and wormed its way up to the head of his cock on the top-center. His
massive dick met his body at a bush of thick, curly hair and balanced atop
two fairly large balls. Jebb's balls were probably just as big as the other
guys' but in comparison to his shaft they seemed smaller.

"Turn over." Jebb said.

Pinch went pale and Clyde laughed aloud. The idea of Pinch trying to take
that pole raw was terrifying for him, but hilarious for Clyde. However
rightful the punishment may be, Clyde didn't want to see anyone die
tonight. Not if Pinch played well.

"Jebb, you don't want to kill Pinch, just fuck the shit out of him." Clyde
said, stifling his laughing bout. "Let him wet that beast for you."

"Fair enough." Jebb said. Such a man of few words. Clyde liked that even
more. "Wet it, Pinch."

Pinch was still sick thinking about what was going to happen, but indeed
didn't want to die by being impaled by this cock. So he got to work. Pinch
tried to suck on it like a normal cock but this wasn't a normal cock. He
could only fit a few inches in his mouth fully, basically just wetting the
head. Instead he began to messily lick all around Jebb's shaft, spitting a
bit as he went.

On a different day in a different situation, Pinch would have really
enjoyed this. He had to admit he was a bit turned on by his partner's
member. He never would have imagined such a gorgeous, giant cock was
between his friend's legs. If he had more time and didn't have a mad-man
controlling the events, he'd have given Jebb a fantastic blow job. But, he
was simply trying to protect his ass as much as possible; metaphorically
and unfortunately, physically.

"That's probably good." Clyde declared. "Jebb, I'd recommend going slow at
first. And Pinch, I'd recommend screaming. Better to let it out than hold
it in." Clyde finished his advice with a laugh. Perhaps I'm being too
cruel, he thought, but quickly brushed the thought aside. How many men had
Pinch raped after all?

Pinch tried one last, admittedly feeble, attempt to sway Jebb away from
this. "Jebby, buddy, you don't have to do this. We could easily take this
guy and then get out of here. You don't have to fuck me!"

"Shut it, maggot," was Jebb's compromise. He grabbed Pinch on the ground
and easily flipped him over onto all fours. Jebb had to kneel down himself
to align himself properly. He spat onto his own member in his own form of
compassion.

"Oh god..." Pinch muttered as he felt this minotaur of a man set up behind
him. Pinch counted his blessings that he had fondled his own ass a few
nights ago and hoped that would help keep him flexible. And then he felt
the head of Jebb's cock push up against his anus.

"UUNNnnff" Pinch tried to stifle his grunt behind a gasp. It took a second
and additional pressure but Jebb was able to pop his head into Pinch's tiny
ass. "Nnnnnnhh aaHHHH!"

Pinch responded with a scream. It was a manageable pain, but a pain
none-the-less. Jebb stayed there for twenty seconds, feeling Pinch's tight
hole hug onto the head of his cock and allowing Pinch to adjust to the log
within him.

Once Pinch's loud moans and sighs began to subside Jebb pushed
forward. "AHHHhhhh!" Pinch yelled with each quarter-inch pushed inside of
him. Clyde was impressed by Jebb's control and had honestly half-expected
for Jebb to jack-hammer Pinch into an early grave.

The process took about five minutes in whole for Jebb's upper groin to make
contact with Pinch's ass. Now in as far he could, he held it there. "Does
my cock feel good inside you, boy?"

Pinch answered honestly in a breathy, "yes." Heavily breathing and sweat
dripping down his face, Pinch was impressed by himself that he took all of
Jebb in, however long it took.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you now?"

"No, not just yet." Pinch answered.

Jebb cleared his throat in a deep cough. "Too bad."

Jebb pulled half of his cock out in an instant. The momentary relief Pinch
felt at the withdrawal was almost instantly replaced with shooting pain as
the five inches was thrust back into him.

"AHHHHH!" Pinch screamed in agony.

Again Jebb's cock was removed partially and then rammed back up into
Pinch. Another scream was the `thank you, may I have another' that Jebb
wanted to hear. He was fulfilling Pinch's rape fantasy.

With each thrust Jebb got more careless with how much he pulled out and
pushed in to the point where he was almost ramming Pinch with his full
length. But with each thrust, Pinch's screams got less pain-driven. He
began to moan at the same volume.

Clyde's own cock was throbbing at the sound and noticed that Pinch's was
throbbing in unison. `He's enjoying it' he thought.

"I want to see you," Jebb announced. While fully inside Pinch, he grabbed
Pinch and twisted him around onto his back. The twisting of Jebb's cock
inside Pinch almost caused him to orgasm all over himself but he managed to
hold back.

Jebb continued to fuck Pinch, now holding his legs up with his meaty,
tattooed arms. His face began to zone out as he rammed into Pinch and it
was clear to Clyde that he was getting close to cumming.

"Cum inside him you big ape," Clyde said.

Jebb's grunts intensified with each thrust and his speed increased as
well. Clyde rose to come stand overtop Pinch, facing his gorgeous ape. He
matched his strokes to the tempo of Jebb's trusts.

Jebb was the first to come. He continued to hump Pinch as he poured ounce
after ounce of his thick juices deep into him. He let out a long, guttural,
"UUUuuuuuuugghhhhhh mmmm" as he ejaculated. The creamy liquid wetting the
sound of his thrusts in and out of Pinch.

Clyde came seconds after Jebb. His body pulsated as he neared climax, one
hand tweaking his own nipples. With a loud, "OH GOD!" he shot a long white
ribbon out of his cock. It shot forward and mostly splattered onto Jebb's
chest. The second and third blast hit Jebb lower on the stomach and also
onto Pinch's cock. The last few spurts and drops fell down directly onto
Pinch's face and welcoming, open mouth.

Jebb, still feeling adventurous in his horny state scooped up a small
portion of the Dragonborn's spunk onto his index finger. He brought his
finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. Jebb had never tried cum before,
only smelt his own after a masturbation session. It was saltier than he
expected, but less bitter. It wasn't bad but he didn't go back for a second
helping.

Pinch had returned to jacking himself off with Jebb's waning cock still
inside him. He was clenching his anus and keeping him locked in. Clyde
considered stopping him from reaching orgasm for additional torture, but
decided against it. He would be `nice' today.

It only took Pinch about half a minute to bring himself to orgasm,
obviously no one was going to help him he thought. His ejaculation was less
powerful than Clyde's. The semen bubbled out of Pinch's cock for a moment,
and then seemed to just drain out like a faucet. It poured out of his
upward facing cock, back down onto itself as he continued to pump the
remaining juices out.

Clyde hung his head back and let in a deep breath. The smell of sweat, cum,
and sex lingered in the air. He turned to the side to see the
potentially-sober prisoner looking on, but the guy quickly ducked down onto
the bench and pretended to be asleep again. No matter.

He squeezed out the last few drops of cum out of his cock, and brought the
remains to his own mouth to finish off. Jebb finally pulled his, still
massive, soft dick out of Pinch and sat back against the rails. He was
still catching his breath from the ordeal. Pinch just laid there. While he
had enjoyed the eventually-consensual rape more than he expected, his ass
still killed.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked over, Clyde was dressing himself
back up. "And where the hell do you think you're going?" Pinch demanded. He
rose up onto his elbows.

"It was fun, boys, it really was, but I have other matters to attend to. So
I'm leaving. You're welcome to try and stop me." Clyde paused to look at
Pinch.

"..fuck." Pinch slouched back onto the ground, defeated.

"That's what I thought." Clyde adjusted his bracers and laced the last few
straps on his chest plate. He pulled out some lock picks from a hidden
pocket under his arm and stepped over Pinch to unlock the gate. Jebb at
some point had fallen fast asleep. Clyde leaned down and kissed him on the
forehead and whispered, "maybe another time, we can have some fun you and
I."

Pinch rolled his eyes and shut his eyes as well. He was still convinced he
was the better looking man on all accounts. He heard the gate click open
after a minute and rolled his head to the side to get a better view. That's
when he noticed his gear outside the bars. Pinch's eyes darted up to Clyde
as the gate was shut and latched again.

"What the hell?" Pinch yelled, this time rising to his feet.

"I thought this would be more fun, trying to explain to your Captain how
you both ended up locked in a jail cell, naked, and covered in cum." Clyde
laughed loudly.

"You little shit, unlock this fucking door! Right now!"

"I'd watch your tone, Pinch. You're not in a position to be giving
orders. After all, what's a guardsman without his garb?" Clyde smiled
broadly.

"You fucking piece of shit! When I get out of here I'm going to find you
and fucking kill you! You hear me!" Pinch reached out through the bars to
grab ahold of Clyde's arm and chest piece.

"Oh are you? Well we can't have that can we?" Clyde said, playfully. "Tsk
tsk, and I was planning on being nice today..."

Pinch was furious. "NICE?! You raped me you asshole!"

Clyde pulled away from Pinch's grasp easily enough. "Oh no, poor
Pinch. Things went pretty well for you up until this point. I'm afraid
however, that you've changed my mind about how this story ends. Oh Jebb, my
handsome ape?" Clyde yelled.

Jebb sleepily opened his eyes and looked up to Clyde. "No you fucking
idiot!" Pinch yelled as he reached for Jebb's face, trying to turn it away
from Clyde's gaze.

"Fuck Pinch until the next shift arrives... And don't be gentle." With that
Clyde turned to walk out of the prison.

"Noo! No, don't do this!!" he heard Pinch yell as he exited. Jebb's hands
were already upon him, cock already hardening back to it's massive girth.

"if he survives the next few hours, the last thing he'll do is try and
`hunt me down'" Clyde happily muttered to himself, mocking Pinch's voice.
He opened the large steel door at the end of the hall, walked out, and shut
the door behind him, just as Jebb caused the first of many screams to reach
the door and be sealed away in silence.

-End-