Casting Couch: Callback

Please enjoy part two of Casting Couch. Suggestions of what you would like to see are appreciated.

Brent constantly adjusted himself in the pleather seats of his 2009 Lancer. He couldn't find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Was it from the thong constantly riding up? No. Was it from the butt plug? A little. Mostly, it was from the spanking and thrice the hard anal sex he endured from Carmen and Colby.

The wannabe model had a lot going through his mind. Carmen's underhanded tactics to get him to her house when all she had to say was 'hey, take this guy's cock and we'll see about getting you a gig'. I mean, he would have at least given it a moment's thought before spreading his cheeks for her and Colby. In a way he understood, how do you just come right out and ask to receive a little dick from a stranger in polite conversation? Though, to be fair, she did ask him point blank if he was a little kinky. That should have been a bit of a clue.

There was then the fact that Carmen wanted multiple auditions. Brent's repressed but otherwise present ego wouldn't allow him to admit he was a failure, even if his station in life proved otherwise; however, in this instance, he nailed that audition. In what universe could Carmen possibly want more from him after that expert display of bottoming?

But it wasn't Carmen's corporate American underpinnings, and seemingly unfairly ambitious expectations; the real question living rent, mortgage, and debt free in Brent's head was: 'Colby was a virgin until him?'. Granted, half a conversation with Colby and one could determine he had the depth of a puddle in Tucson in July, but the man was a stallion, no doubt about it. How in the name of fuck could he be in his mid-thirties and lost his v-card a mere two hours ago? Never mind to a scrub like Brent.

Regardless, he got his first real callback and got well-loved to boot. Brent arrived home to the former home of his dad and stepmom in Garden Grove, a modest suburban city sort of wedged between Santa Ana and Anaheim.

It was a single story rancher, a three bedroom, two and a half bathroom, pool in back, with an ADU towards the back corner of the back yard, which was Brent's dwelling. His dad paid extra so it could be built for him so he could have his own space... couldn't possibly imagine why?

His step-sister Valerie was home in the living room. She was African-American, twenty-seven, fit body with long dreads, C-cup breasts, flat stomach, toned hips, and supple ass. She was a successful fitness guru, who had her own app with AI tips and tricks for the perfect workout. About the only reason she still lived at home was to save enough money to buy a house, a daunting feat in coastal California's famously frustrating real estate market.

She was busy doing a workout in front of the TV when Brent barged in, script in hand. "They keep you late again?" She asked.

"Not exactly." Brent sighed, lazily dropping his keys and things to the floor. He tossed off his shoes and socks, and put on a pair of sandals. "The other one out?"

"She's in your cave. You can take three guesses as to why." Valeria smirked.

She spoke of Wendy, her friend who lived with them who was more-or-less responsible for Brent getting that audition to begin with. Valerie had met Wendy when she decided to try women, but, despite them not working out as a relationship they remained close friends... maybe too close at times. She was aware of her's and Brent's kinky affair, something she found amusing in fact because it was hot and because it was humbling to Brent's narcissistic persona. He strolled over to a nearby kitchen, taking out a wine spritzer before quickly knocking it back.

"Hurray, more butt play." He sighed.

"As if you don't love it." Valeria added, finishing her workout and joining him in the kitchen.

"Of course I do. Today was just long." He sighed, finishing his drink.

"Aw, poor baby." Valerie sarcastically cried.

Brent flipped her off before walking out back, past the pool and over to his cave. He walked up the porch and over to a pair of sliding doors, lazily chucking his empty glass bottle into a pool of broken glass in the corner by the ADU, almost as if this was part of Brent's careless routine. He sighed, then entered.

It didn't have much, a bedroom/living area, closet, and full bathroom. On his bed laid Wendy. She was thirty, white, skinny body, but not as skinny as Brent. She had curly red hair, modest breasts, beautiful ass, and shaved pussy. She wore a bikini. She tapped on her wrist like he was late for something.

"Oh good, you're here." Brent scoffed, as if he didn't know. He chucked his script onto a nearby computer desk. Next to the bed.

"Just wanted to see if you're still in it." She cooed.

"Yeah, funny story about that, you might want to stick that hand into your bikini because it is fap-able."

Brent threw off his clothes, and dropped his pants, bending over his desk.

Wendy raised an eyebrow, first noticing the redness in his cheeks from the spanking and fucking, but what really caught her eye was Carmen's added message to his rear.

"Uh... Brent-y-poo. Who the fuck is--"

"--Carmen? Good, you can read. Like I said, it's a fap-able story."

Brent climbed up on his bed and explained the first part to this story while Wendy hung on his every word. Her hand was in fact rubbing herself, she was nearly drooling.

"And now I have to go back to her house tomorrow for a callback." Brent finished the story.

"Oh. My. God! What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall for that audition. So, it's not just porn? It's like... a sexy sitcom?"

Brent shrugged. "Pretty much. Or porn with comedy attached to it? I was about to get ass-fucked again, that was more pertinently going through my head at the time."

"And this Colby guy? He already has his role?" Wendy asked.

"Which right now largely constitutes fucking my ass."

"But you fucked him, too?"

"A virgin no less."

"Brent, please, I am begging you, let me go to the next audition. Wait! Is she taking any more auditions? I can fuck, get fucked, I'm funny!"

"Funny looking." Brent smirked.

Wendy didn't like that. She flicked his ear. "Ow."

"Anyway. This Colby of yours; he only into men?"

"Wendy, and I am going to be as nice as I can be here..."

"... You mean half a miserable prick?"

Twas Brent's turn to flick Wendy's ear. "I'm not sure Colby can even answer that question. I'm honestly concerned how he's going to get home. I can say this, he's got no shade about flip-flopping, and--can't stress this point enough: he was a thirty-four-year-old virgin until this very afternoon."

"You think he was playing you?" Wendy asked.

"To what end? Appease my ego? He just met me, and unless he's secretly a machiavellian sociopath and perhaps one of the greatest method actors of our generation: he's not clever enough for that lie."

"Is he that dim?" Wendy asked. "Like seriously, or are you just being an extra jerk-ass?"

"I don't know. It was like... it was like his body was present, but his mind was like... in a football game and he's hyping his guys up, or something. Y-You know what, dammit I am brilliant, that is the perfect way to describe this guy."

"How many times did he refer to you as 'bro'?"

"Where do I start? How about 'chief', or 'guy', or 'my dude', not even exaggerating."

"I gotta get a look at this specimen. You get any social media accounts? A last name, even?" Wendy asked.

"Just his number. In case he wanted to run lines or some shit."

"Jackpot! Hit him up and get his hot ass over here!"

Brent fell backwards on the bed. "Come on, Wen, I'm sore as fuck over here!"

"You fuck him, then. Hell, I'll fuck him, then. If anything to see how he carries himself."

Argh. Brent gritted his teeth. True, his ass felt like a crash test dummy, but dammit, Colby was hot, and if anything, he can get a look-see at this script and Wendy could see he wasn't bullshitting her in his description.

He grumbled, and shot him a text. "That's my bitch." Wendy smiled.

"Bottom bitch. If you're going to degrade me, at least do it correctly... there, sent."

"Run lines, like a script?"

"On the desk."

Wendy jumped up and grabbed the rolled up test scene from the desk. She opened it up and scanned a page or two. "Ooh, prison scene. So hot."

Before he could rebut at the contrived trope, his phone buzzed. "'Cool beans bro-ham. Address?'" Brent read the text, and sent him the address. "At least he can spell. So, he gets my vote of confidence that I believe he can use a GPS."

"I hope she has a writing team... and then fires them for a better writing team." Wendy shook her head.

"That bad?"

"No real dialogue. There's scene direction, sex position choreography, some scene dressing, but the dialogue says: 'react, ad-lib', 'sex-pun, ad-lib'. Shit like that. I thought she said it was supposed to be funny?"

"Visual comedy?" Brent shrugged.

"The only thing I want to visualize is some Brent and Colby butt-fucking. Seriously, forget this shoehorned comedy-whatever, just make a porno. Make it hot."

"One: it's not up to me. And two: I don't even have the friggin' role yet." Brent reminded her.

Wendy smiled. "We'll see."

Brent rolled his eyes and started to get out of the rest of his clothes, save for the stockings and the butt plug. Wendy left him for a moment, returning a bit later with an ash tray and a couple of joints.

"Fucking stockings are impossible to get off." Brent complained. "They're stuck on. Probably from the sweat. Like, I got them off before I showered over there."

"Leave them. It's sexy. We can cut them out if we have to." Wendy reminded him. "Think he smokes?"

"She offered drinks. Full free wet bar within eyeshot, didn't even flinch, I had two drinks. Maybe he was nervous, or something. But, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say: I think Colby might be straight-edge. But, then again, maybe he's recovering or something? Neither answer would surprise me."

Wendy lit a joint, then put one in Brent's mouth and did the same. "We'll see, won't we."

A bit later, a full-cab Frontier with covered trunk pulled into the driveway. Colby stepped out, wearing jeans and a sleeveless hoodie, script in hand. He walked up to the door and gave a knock. Valerie answered, all sweaty from her last workout. She gave Colby a pleasant surprised look.

"Hel-lo?"

"Afternoon, miss. I'm Colby. I'm here to see my boy, Brent."

"Seriously?" Valerie asked. Her pleasant surprised look quickly soured. "Does that fucking halfwit owe you any money? You can just go kick his dumb ass right now. I didn't see nothing."

"No-no, nothing like that. We're doing an audition together--well, he is, I'm like, gonna help him run lines." Colby explained.

"Lines? Like a gig? Acting?"

"There's some acting." Colby then flipped through the script briefly. "Not a lot of talking though."

Valerie's face was frozen with a million-and-one questions. "Uh, okay. Just uh, go through the kitchen there, out to the back yard, he should be in that cannabis-smelling building towards the back."

"Thank you." Colby walked in, and Valerie got a big view of his ass as he walked on by.

"You a friend of his?" Valerie asked.

"I think we're friends. Yeah. Yourself?"

"Step-sister." Valerie called. "His very confused step-sister."

"All good, girl. I get confused all the time." Colby smiled. "Oh shit. My b, I never got your name."

"Valerie."

"Keep being awesome, Valerie." Colby called before walking out the back door.

Valerie fanned herself, still confused, but damn, Colby was a fucking stud.

Colby scanned the back yard as he walked towards the very pungent ADU. The pool was clean but looked otherwise disused, and the patio furniture looked very cheap and scant. Then of course there was Brent's broken wine spritzer landfill, cracked like his shattered hopes and broken dreams.

Inside, Brent and Wendy were comfortably high. Wendy was now naked. Colby knocked. They chuckled.

"Shit, that's gotta be him." Brent snickered. "Come on in, darling!"

Colby opened up the door and waltzed in. "Wassup bro?" Colby asked.

"Colby, good to se ya... bro." Brent chuckled. "My dude, this is Wendy, my friend."

"Hi." She cooed. "Brent-y-poo told me all about you."

"That's nice, thanks pal. Hey, got no prob running lines with you, boss, but I do gotta split a bit early." Colby then noticed both were naked. "Oh, I didn't get the message, I didn't know we'd all be like, comfortable-comfortable." Colby quickly disrobed.

Despite the high, Wendy stared in shock. Much like Brent couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe it. This hot stallion was right in front of them... and Brent of all douchebags took his virginity. Wendy slowly clapped.

"Mr. Colby, I am in awe of you."

"Oh, thanks. But Mr. Colby was my dad's name. I'm just Colby."

She and Brent snickered. "Son of a bitch, Brent. You weren't shitting." She took a puff and held the roach out to Colby. "Smoke?"

"No ma'am, I don't touch the stuff. I try to keep myself as clean as I possibly can." Colby answered.

Wendy took another puff. "Checks again. Another personal question: do you like pussy?"

"Sure, I guess. I don't really know, I never tried it. Me and Brent got it on today though? Didn't we, bro?"

"Aces!" A stoned Brent called. He finished his joint, and put the roach in the ash tray. Brent wiggled to the edge of the bed, and stuck his ass out. "I'm loose enough. Wanna show Wendy how we do it?"

"No doubt, buddy." Colby started to stroke.

"Oh no you don't!" Wendy stopped them. "You've had your little romp all afternoon. I wanna take a walk on the Colby train and take his... other v-card." Wendy cooed, wrapping herself around him.

"Oh no, Brent took them both."

"Brent doesn't have a vagina." Wendy smirked. "But Wendy does."

"And what about Brent?" Brent asked.

"Brent needs to learn some manners and get ready for his prison scene, where I can only assume he is auditioning for the prison bitch?"

"Oh, absolutely." Colby nodded.

"Perfect. I think I can find just the right outfit. Hold that pose!" Wendy darted over to the closet, which coincidentally contained Brent's wardrobe, and various feminine clothes for Wendy to dress him up in. Brent was still bent over the bed. "Psst, Colby. There's a bottle of lube on my desk. Fuck me quick before she gets back." Brent whispered.

"You betcha, dude. Round three!"

"For just us. My ass counts four total."

Colby got the lube, and lathered up his now hard cock. He got behind Brent, removed the butt plug, and rested the tip at Brent's entrance. He plunged in.

"Grr... I love your dick, Colby, I do, but man we gotta work on your penetration form a little."

"Practice makes perfect. Sorry, guy." Colby sighed, slowly moving his hips.

Ultimately, Colby was a quick study, while his penetration needed work, his movements once inside actually had rhythm, a far cry from their first encounter on Carmen's couch.

Colby picked up his pace, his hands gently gripped onto Brent's feminine hips. He started to caress Brent's cheeks a little with his thumbs, admiring how smooth and hairless his ass was.

Brent was loving this, of course. "Mmm... spank me." He hissed.

Colby smacked a hand on the side of Brent's right cheek. Then another, then a few on the left.

"Like that?" Colby asked.

"Mmm, I'll be your bitch any day."

"--Glad to hear."

Colby and Brent looked up. It was Wendy, who gave a rebuttal before Colby could answer in some kind of jovial jock affirmative to his request. Wendy had an outfit and a few things, she dropped them on the bed. Colby quickly pulled out of Brent.

"Ow!" A little too fast.

"First things first, we need to get you away from one another because clearly you two can't go ten minutes without fucking."

"What can we say, we got chemistry." Brent shrugged.

Wendy moved Colby to the corner of the room. She got out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and cuffed his hands behind his back. "Don't move." She warned. She then got out her marker, and wrote on his right cheek: PRISON STUD, before taking a photo with her phone. She turned to Brent, who was still bent over and staring daggers at her for ruining his euphoria. She was quick to wet a rag in some skin-safe solvent, and wipe off the writing from earlier, including Carmen's addition. Once dry she wrote: PRISON SISSY. She too, took a photo of that.

She sat Brent up and did some makeup, something he was slowly getting used to. "You really know how to kill my buzz, you know that?" He asked.

"I also know how to keep your mouth shut." She was finished, and Wendy grabbed a ball gag and affixed it around Brent's head. She grabbed his outfit, a crop-top in prison orange, towards the right breast in black letters was: INMATE. After slipping that over his head she threw on a mini skirt, also in prison orange, and on the back it read: BAD GURL. Wendy threw the butt plug back in Brent's tush and added a cock cage to his dick. He still had on the stockings from earlier.

Wendy finally threw on a strawberry blonde wig with long braided pigtails, and Brent was Britany once more, even though Wendy was not-yet familiar with his drag persona. She led her over to the corner next to Colby, she lifted up Britany's skirt, and got an ass picture of them both side by side. She then put the skirt back down and handcuffed Britany's wrists behind her.

Wendy then led a cuffed Colby over to the bed. She bent over, and stuck her ass out. Colby was still hard. "Now, let's see how you fuck a woman."

His hands were cuffed, so Wendy tried to guide his dick to her dripping wet snatch. It glided right in and Wendy threw her hips back to meet Colby's crotch, he moaned loud.

"Fuck me!" Colby grunted.

"Thrust into me, big guy."

Colby didn't need to be told twice. He rocked his hips to keep meeting Wendy's. He blushed, while she wasn't as tight as Brent's asshole, she was so much more moist, and this sent shivers down Colby's spine. He grunted and picked up steam slamming himself into Wendy.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes!" Colby huffed.

"Mmm, that feels so good, doesn't it?" Wendy asked.

"Feels awesome, babe."

Britany slammed her head against the wall. 'Babe? BABE? His Colby calling Wendy babe? How dare he?' He had to admit, Wendy was tight, and frisky, the thought subsided, she was hot, too. Maybe it was just slip of the tongue? This was Colby, after all.

Colby huffed as he fucked Wendy. "I-think-I'm-close!"

"Cum inside me, stud!"

She threw her hips back, and that did it, Colby came, filling up Wendy, who moaned as she felt herself getting stuffed with Colby's juices. After a few moments, he pulled out, and his cum leaked out of her. She turned, throwing her hair back. She was all sweaty, and so was he.

"That. Rocked. My. Fucking. World!" She leapt up and gave him a hug and kiss. She got off, and found the handcuff key, undoing his and Britany's bracelets, and Britany's ball gag... she left the cock cage on.

Filled with euphoria and ideas, Wendy grabbed Brent's turkey of a script. "Who again, is the person running this between you two?"

"Carmen." Colby shrugged.

"Number?"

"My phone." Colby pointed to his bunched up jeans.

Wendy picked it up, and correctly guessed his password was 1-1-1-1-1-1, without even giving it a second thought. She looked through his contacts.

"Colby, sweetie. There's three Carmen's in here."

"Oh it's the same Carmen, I couldn't figure out how to save her info, turns out I did it three times."

Wendy chuckled. She left her phone perched on Brent's computer desk, set to video and aimed right at the bed, it was inconspicuous enough.

"I am going to see if this can be fixed. In the meantime, you two can be cellie's for awhile. Go nuts." Wendy took the script, Colby's phone, and left.

Colby laid on the bed. Britany jumped up, caressing his chest and shoulders with one hand, and stroking his cock and balls with the other.

"So running late, now. Guess were not running lines, huh?" Colby asked.

"There weren't many actual lines to begin with." Britany answered, getting better at the girl-voice.

"Um, Brent--"

"--Shh, it's Britany, remember?"

"Oh, right. Um, Britany?"

"Yes?"

"I think I also like pussy."

"That's fine. Me too." She cupped his chin. "Let's finish what we started and make our own prison scene. I'm still your bitch, remember?"

"I remember."

Britany leaned in, Colby stopped her for a moment. "But like, if I knock her up, I'm not like gonna leave or anything like that, just so she knows, I wouldn't do that."

"It's okay, Colby, she's on the insert. She's fine."

"Right, I inserted her."

"No, Colby, it's... never mind, just fucking kiss me, already."

Britany leaned back in and and slowly and earnestly made out with Colby, each stroking and caressing one another, while Wendy's camera got it all on video.

After another passionate fuck sess, it was time for Colby to bid Britany farewell as it was 'past his bedtime'. Now alone, Britany looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. Fuck it, she looked hot. Exhausted and thoroughly fucked, she collapsed asleep on the bed. Some time in the night a smirking Wendy returned, grabbing her phone, and walking out.

The next day, Brent had an otherwise uneventful day at work. Wendy, oddly enough didn't dress him up in anything. She was even kind enough to remove his cock cage. He assumed he'd have to be Britany all day, but no. He was all Brent, lucky us.

Work ended and Brent used the work bathroom to give himself a quick enema cleanse before making his way over to Carmen's estate.

He noticed something different this day as he parked, a blue Subaru Forrester. 'Hmm' thought Brent. 'Wendy has a Forrester just like that.' He then spied the vanity license plate. 'Wait a second? U-R-M-I-N-E?'

"It is Wendy!" Brent sneered. He parked and darted towards the door. "Fuck did she do now?" He stormed inside. "Wendy! What did you do?"

After a fruitlessly searching a couple of rooms, Brent went to the one he should have in the first place: the back room from yesterday that started this in motion. Brent was quick to notice Colby, and Carmen, but also Wendy. He was also quick to notice the furniture in the room was moved around because in the middle of the room was a giant barred bird cage-looking thing, big enough to fit a few human-sized humans inside.

Brent facepalmed. "I should have told her nothing."

"Brent, great to see you again. Thank you for returning to your callback." Carmen called. "And, shame on you, where were you hiding this creative genius?" She motioned, of course, to Wendy.

Brent fumed. "Creative genius? She works as a secretary for a low-level accounting office out of a Westminster strip mall!"

"And you work at a bullshit electronics store in Santa Ana, yet you consider yourself a model." Wendy countered.

"Ooh, see, she is good." Carmen chuckled. "Anyway, Wendy used Colby's phone to contact me last night, long story short, she had thoughts about my script."

"There was no talking." Colby answered, like this was a big revelation.

"Thank you, Colby. So, Wendy fleshed out some ideas, and here we are."

"And the life-sized novelty bird cage? Didja' just dust this from storage, or what?" Brent asked.

"From my friend Talia. She rushed this over from Palm Springs." Carmen answered.

"Talia? Palm Springs? You mean the Talia? Of Talia's Tushy Training?" Brent asked.

"We can train each others' tushies just fine, here. And, it'll cost much less." Carmen insisted. She handed Brent a script. A script that on literal paper at least resembled a script. "I was doing so much on my own, I let the creativity of this project go by the wayside. So, say hello to our new producer and director!" Carmen pointed to Wendy, who waved.

"Does this at least mean I have the job?"

"No-no, this doesn't change the fact you still have more auditions to do." Carmen insisted.

"What? She didn't even know who you were until she stole Colby's phone after I explained to her who you were! And I still have to keep auditioning?"

"Thems the breaks. But, don't think this has to be anxiety inducing. Wendy shared this video with me about last night, and I am adding this to your auditioning portfolio. It is H-O-T."

On Carmen's phone she showed Brent the video Wendy surreptitiously took of them last night. There was a particular moment where Britany was bouncing hard on Colby.

"Motherfucker." Brent gritted his teeth. "And, hold on, here. Auditioning portfolio? Yesterday, you acted like booking potential performers was like pulling a mouse out of a cheese factory! And now you're over here acting like all this extra shit is doing me a favor?"

"But I am, silly. You'll see soon enough. Now, I thought having you, aka Britany just be a prison bitch would still have that sexy pop our clients would be interested in. Wendy had the brilliant idea to make that the end, rather than the beginning."

"Now, let's get studying, so we can move on with this audition, already!" Wendy cheered.

Brent groaned. Colby looked at the video Carmen's phone. "Good form, bud."

Cut to later. Wendy was behind the camera Brent fixed from yesterday, filming a tracking shot of him and Colby, each dressed as prison guards in a blue, latex top and latex booty shorts, a fake silver badge over their chest, and a prison guard hat. On a belt, there was a holster which contained a bottle of lube, next to it some handcuffs, and a baton.

"Okay, it's your first day and all." Colby began, in character as Brent's supervisor. "The only rule is: no fucking the prisoners for fun."

"Fun, huh?" An unamused Brent asked. "But I heard we give thorough cavity searches in this joint on the daily. Surely that can be fun?"

"It's all business. And my name is not Shirley." Colby replied, which was either written to be a homage to Airplane!, Or Colby ad-libbed one of his many Colby moments. "Speaking of which, I want to walk you through a cavity search right now."

They stopped in front of the cage, where Carmen was inside, gripping the bars. She wore a v-neck midriff and skirt, each in black and white prison stripes, and black go-go boots.

"Ooh, look what we have here." She said seductively.

"I'm here to train the newbie on cavity searches." Colby stated matter-of-factly before patting Brent on the butt.

"I'm new here, too. What would that be like, exactly?" Carmen asked. "I'm a little nervous."

"That's okay, for this makes the perfect teachable moment." Colby replied before tearing Brent's shorts down, revealing his naked ass, which had Wendy's latest tush writing washed away.

"What's this then?" Brent asked, still unamused and not even pretending to act.

"You'll make the perfect subject, to let our convict know this is merely routine." Colby explained.

He lubed up his fingers, and stuck the middle one inside of Brent's hole, then after some swirling, he added his index finger, swirled again. Brent gripped onto the bars of the cage.

"Oh wow, that seems pretty deep, huh?" Carmen asked.

"He is thorough." Brent groaned.

"Sometimes you need to get a little deeper." Colby explained, taking out his baton, lubing that up as well. "So, we have the proper implements for that."

Brent gritted his teeth and braced himself for impact as Colby impaled his ass with the baton, stuffing at least three inches of into him right away.

Carmen took this time to rub, grab, and fondle Brent's cock and balls in her hands, she leaned through the bars. "I think you can start looking in this cavity."

She leaned in, tongue first, and met her lips with Brent's. He took a moment and almost forgot Colby was wrecking his ass with the baton, and sweetly explored Carmen's mouth. She released.

"I kinda like you, new guy. I think you should stick around for awhile."

Carmen leaned down, and reached through the bars for Brent's discarded belt, grabbing the cuffs. She cuffed his hands around the bars, he wasn't going anywhere.

"That's better. Now, where were we?"

She leaned in, and passionately made out with Brent, while fondling his dick in the process. Colby made a few more thrusts with the baton before pulling out. He dropped his shorts and knelt down in front of Brent. "It's not looking too bad. And I see you're showing her how we explore the mouth cavity. Well done. Let me do a residual check."

Colby gripped Brent's cheeks and rimmed his gaping hole for a moment. He then took a hand and stroked his member to full erection. Hr stuck his tongue inside of Brent for a beat or so before releasing and standing up. He lubed himself.

"For the last test, we implement the pounding technique, where nobody would want to un-inform you of anything inside their cavity lest your dick push it all the way in." Colby stated.

He spread Brent's ass and plunged his whole cock inside immediately, which was well stretched out already.

Brent moaned as Carmen released, still rubbing his dick.

"Ooh." Carmen cooed. "I could get used to this type of cavity search, any day. Me next."

"Oh, please." Brent blushed

Wendy smirked behind the camera, sticking a hand down her pants while watching the viewfinder catch Colby ramming Brent's ass hard.

All these times topping Brent's butt was making Colby an ass-fucking pro, his hip movements improved significantly after only one real day of having sex. Brent was sore, but he was very impressed with Colby's progress.

"You're so lucky you get to take all that dick." Carmen whispered in Brent's ear, smacking his balls for good measure.

"He's fucking huge." Brent moaned, probably not acting that time. "Oh, fuck me with that dick."

"This... is... training." Colby huffed.

He kept ramming Brent, smacking his ass a few times. He gritted his teeth, he was close. Colby quickly pulled out, and shot his load all over Brent's ass and lower back, his cum dripping off of Brent and onto the floor.

"And that's... how we... do a... cavity search." Colby wiped some sweat from his forehead. "I'm sorry cadet, I'll get something to clean that ass up. In the meantime, try what you learned on our convict here, and remember, it's protocol only." Colby insisted before walking away.

"You sure knew how to take that dick." Carmen chuckled.

"What can I say, my tushy is a cock-magnet." Brent shrugged

"I got another way for you to explore my mouth cavity, since it seems you're not going anywhere." Carmen knelt down. Brent's dick was fully erect and right through the bars. Carmen licked around his tip, and Brent made a soft moan.

She then slowly inserted the tip into her mouth, and moved her tongue around Brent's shaft. Slowly, she used a hand to stroke, while another was playing with Brent's balls.

Brent drooled, not practically, but fully drooled. Carmen was a pro at giving head. He looked down and saw herself taking inch after inch of him into her mouth.

"Fuck the rules. I'd day this is fun." Brent sighed, getting back into character.

Carmen took a finger, reached it through the bars behind Brent and rammed it up his well-loved hole. Her mouth ate all of Brent's dick to the point her lips were touching his crotch.

"Oh wow, this is the most fun I've ever had!" Brent called loudly and sarcastically as though this was supposed to be a cue or something. Colby then appeared, arms crossed, watching the very compromising scene unfold.

Cut to later. Carmen saw Colby approach with Britany, wearing a similar getup as her, with the pigtailed wig from yesterday, her hands cuffed in front of her, and a ball gag on her mouth. She held a double-sided dildo, and a note.

Colby opened up the door. "You have a new cellmate. She's been very naughty."

"Looks like a rule breaker to me. Luckily, we play by different rules in here." Britany walked inside and Colby gave her ass a smack before shutting the door, locking it, and walking off-screen.

Carmen cupped Britany's chin. "So, Britany, what have you got there?" She grabbed the dildo, and read the note. "'Hi, I'm Britany, and I've been sentenced to hard time of being your bottom bitch. I am to receive three creampies a day, and must fuck you on this dildo for good behavior'." Carmen then tossed the note aside. "Well, who are we to argue with a judge's orders?" she put the dildo aside and slammed Britany against the bars, yanking up her skirt, revealing a cock cage on her dick, her hole stuffed with a butt plug inside of her with PROPERTY OF CELLBLOCK COCK on her right cheek. "Well, I'm not sharing you with everyone here." Carmen chuckled. She lifted up her skirt, her cock was erect and ready. She removed the butt plug, and rested her tip on Britany's spent sphincter. "Three creampies, huh? We'd better get started then!" She thrust inside of her as hard, and immediately pumped her hips.

Brittany bit down hard on the gag. She looked right at the camera with Wendy behind it. 'Dammit, this was so humiliating, but so hot at the same time'. Fuck Wendy and knowing exactly what made her tick. Colby was behind Wendy, looking at Britany with sorrow in his eyes.

Carmen kept on pumping. "I got a big load waiting for this tushy, bitch."

She pulled out briefly, then all the way back in, then all the way out, then all the way in again, before going back to thrusting hard.

Britany blushed. Colby was very big, but Carmen clearly had more experience in the topping department for sure. Yet, she seemed to be the one who was all business.

Carmen grunted, she hit Britany's prostate, it caused her to orgasm and cum leaked through the opening in the cock cage. This also caused Carmen to fire. She was balls deep inside of Britany and let go, moaning with each deep thrust, all her cum filling up deep into Britany's rectum. She finally pulled out. Carmen grabbed her by the pigtails.

"Clench your cheeks, bitch. Keep it all in there. I wanna try this baby out."

She grabbed the dildo, stuffing one side into Britany's ass before turning around and sticking the other side into her ass. It took a few false starts before Carmen got the dick inside of her.

The two thrust their asses into one another, with Carmen huffing as she thrust.

Britany could feel the cum get shoved deeper inside of her. She blushed, the sexual humiliation filling her with the euphoric feeling she wanted.

Wendy gave Colby a cue to walk over. He composed himself. "Excuse me, bitches. I need to perform a cavity search."

Carmen got them off of the dick, and the two got side by side and bent over the bars, each cheek resting on a bar. Britany's ass immediately gushed out Carmen's cum. Colby dropped his pants. "I think this one needs a full cavity search."

"And cut!" Wendy shouted, before ending the recording. "That was amazing! I am like ready orgasm so hard from this! That is what people want to see!"

"And hopefully they will." Carmen cooed, giving Britany a hug. "But of course, we'll need another callback tomorrow, to be sure."

Britany shrugged. She had never been more fucked in her life, but, maybe this was going somewhere... or else, she bottomed like a pro.

Later, Britany had a union break and she was Brent again, who was showering. Wendy was nice enough to wash off the ass writing beforehand. Nearly done, and he saw Colby join him.

"You okay, bro?" He asked.

"Sore as fuck." Brent groaned.

"My bad, buddy."

"No-no-no, Colby, you were playing your role. You can't help it that you did well, and that your cock is a monster."

Brent finished and sat on the bench while Colby got under the waterfall shower head. He could watch Colby shower all day.

"You sure you're good, Brent? Really?"

"Sure. I like cock. I'm cool with getting humiliated, and who the fuck knows? I mean Carmen might be a bit neurotic with what she wants, but, maybe Wendy can put her in the right direction."

"I just don't want you to get hurt." Colby insisted.

Brent smiled. "I'm fine, thank you for thinking of me."

He could feel his dick getting hard again watching Colby's sculpted ass. Brent rubbed his cheeks with one hand while stroking it with the other.

"Colby, you got every sexy gene in the book."

"Owe it all to my moms."

"And the moment is ruined." Brent sighed.

"no-no, my moms is the greatest. She always said I got my looks from her."

"Oh really? Does she also resemble a muscle beach bodybuilder?" Brent asked.

"No, she's just a nice lady. I got to go home and take care of her after this. She's not feeling so good. S'why I tried to leave early last night."

Brent rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked over to face Colby.

"Yeah, she was very sick, so I just--"

Brent wrapped his arms around Colby and kissed him. He released. "Just bend over something."

Colby did as instructed, and it was Brent's turn to top Colby. Brent wasted no time slamming his hips getting a quick nut in yo end the day. He gave Colby some cream in his muscular tushy, just like before. He pulled out, watching Colby's hole gape. Brent gave his cheeks a slap.

"Another banger, huh bro?" Brent asked.

The two smiled. What did the near future bring for them? More fucking, that was for sure. Colby finished up quick, gave Brent a bro hug, and took his leave from the shower. Brent sat on the bench for a minute. He was sore, he was spent, but, for a moment, it felt like there may be a turnaround in his life.

Still, as he watched Colby walk away something started to nag at him. What was it, exactly? Hmm... He shrugged, and finished up, ready for the next day's scene.

Thanks so much for reading part two, part three coming soon. Leave a comment with a situation or scene you would like to see!