#143 looked up at the guard in fear. The guard was brandishing a whip, ready for any excuse to use it. There was no choice. #143 took the dildo into his mouth. God it was big. How was he going to do this. He gaged momentarily at his first attempt and was rewarded for his hesitation with a crack across the ass. It really stung. He tried again and got the thick head down his throat, but there was so much more to go. That's when he discovered the purpose of the rills along the top and bottom of the dildo. They were there to trigger his gag reflex even more. He nearly threw up. Another crack.
His poor excuse for a uniform fell off him as he struggled, leaving him naked for everyone to see his shame. Tears welled down #143's eyes as he braced himself and went in for a third time. He forced his way past the rills, fighting back the gag reflex with shear will. Deeper! Deeper! Oh god, how much more was there!? Inch by inch it slide down his throat. Just a little more to reach that button at the base. He could feel it with his upper lip. Just a little more.
Another crack of the whip across his ass. #143 nearly had to pull all the way out again as he tried and failed to gasp. He couldn't breath. There! His teeth pushed against the button and he could feel the pump start squirting down his throat. Load by load it ejaculated. An explosion at first, but soon slower and slower, mimicking an actual male orgasm. Come on! Get finished already. He needed to breath. Oh come on! He was sure it had stopped pumping by now. It was just dribbling the last few drops.
“Ping!” #143 pulled back so fast that the rills nearly made him throw up on the way out. A tiny bit gulped up again and with his mouth forced open by the gaping gag and his tongue lolling out, it spilled onto the floor. The liquid did not taste nice. Bitter. Salty. It had filled his stomach, but not really satisfied any hunger more than filling his stomach with water would. Was this all he'd get to eat. He gained an extra lash of the whip for having gulped up some of it again and was made to lick it back off the floor. With the gag in places, it was nearly impossible. Was it semen!?
The guard as good as confirmed it. “Enjoy your meal? It was provided by anonymous guards and prisoners happily donating. Mixed in with some vitamins and what not, of course.” #143 looked around the large mess hall. Everyone had stopped to stare and laugh at him struggling so hard to swallow their cum. It was his only source of food.
The guard removed the gag from #143's mouth. “Be sure to thank them all for donating and beg for more for tomorrow,” the guard whispered into his ear. #143 didn't dear defy him despite the deep humiliation. He stood naked before them all and was mortified that he had a full erection on display. With his hands cuffed, there was nothing he could do about it. Tears in his eyes, be said as loud as his destroyed throat would let him,
“Thank you so much for the meal. It was more than I deserve. Please let me eat tomorrow as well.” Tears fell with humiliation, but he just didn't want any more punishment. The crowd laughed at his pathetic display and shameful hard on. Why was it hard!? This was horrible. It shouldn't turn him on.
He was made to pick up his fallen uniform with his mouth and carry it like a dog as he was lead on to the place they'd keep him. Fellow prisoners slapped his naked soar whip marked ass as he passed them. All the way through the courtyard. It almost seemed a game to them who could make him whimper loudest.