"Alright, you faggots, time to get up!" Chris shouted testily.
Bear could see his tented trousers, and frustrated expression and grinned. The boy wasn't getting any.
"Yes, Officer Latimer," Bear said politely.
The black man lay there with Ryan burrowed deep in his ass vibrating him into a state of contentment, and
churning the semen left in him into a buttery gooey slime. The Bear glanced at them and willed Ryan to keep
it up. The black man just moaned softly in ecstasy.
"What's the matter with your cell mate?" snarled Latimer.
Bear shrugged. "Maybe it's the sleeping aid that the doc gave him. It's a suppository," the Bear said with an
evil grin.
"Suppository?" Latimer said walking toward the bunk. He could see the bulge of Ryan's handle tenting the
blanket over the black prisoner's backside. "In the corner, face to the wall," Latimer ordered.
Ryan when you feel the guard's hand tap into his lust. I want him fucking Blackie before he knows what he's
doing. You'll enjoy feeling him cum, Ryan. I think I may even let Chrissy boy wear you home tonight.
The feeling was electric. As soon as Latimer gripped the handle of the dildo with his hand, he felt Ryan's
will surge and merge with his own. His horniness from not doing it with his wife for over a week gave way to
unbridled lust. Blackie's hole invited him, his trousers with his weapons belt dropped to his ankles and he
climbed on top of the recumbent prisoner. The whole time he was gripping Ryan intently unaware that the mind
of the dildo had taken control of him. When he stood up after emptying his balls, he didn't think about it as
the dildo shrank to a much smaller size and he shoved it up his own ass. Then after he finished dressing. Ryan
went to work. Chriss Latimer gasped. His eyes teared up. He dropped to his knees salivating. He stared
expectantly at the Bear who stood facing the wall.
The Bear slowly turned around.
"Hungry, Chrissy?"
Chris Latimer couldn't explain his latest overwhelming compulsion. He nodded his head and his jaw dropped. He
mumbled, "Yes, sir. Please feed me your cock, sir?"
Was he begging to suck some big ass hairy prisoner's cock. Spittle drooled down his chin. What? Oh, yes!
The Bear shook his head as he he wiped off his slimy cock on the Blackie's bedsheet.
"You need training, Chrissy boy," he said solemnly.
Chris knelt there with cum dribbling from his mouth. His uniform was slick with sweat and his face beet red.
"Wipe that cum off your mouth, and go ask your supervisor if you can go home. Tell him you're flushed and
feverish. Oh, and when you get home strip naked, get into your bed and take Ryan out of you. He'll grow back
into a man, and teach you how to properly service a real man. Understand, Chrissyboy?"
Chris nodded his head emphatically, and slowly got to his feet. He did understand. He didn't understand why
he understood, or why he had to obey, but he would.
"Oh, Chrissyboy, you live alone?"
"No, sir, my wife lives with me - except she went home to her mother's a week ago. I don't know when she's
coming back," he said sadly.
"No worries, Ryan will teach you your wifely duties, and train you a bit too. You're a little flabby around
around the waist."
"Huh, but he's fat. I only have like a half inch of body fat?" he protested squeezing his size.
"A half inch too much. The other prisoners will pay big time to screw a muscle bound screw bottom boy like I
plan you to become. Maybe after a year or so when the novelty has played out, I'll make you into a butterball
slaveboy - too fat to be attractive, but under the weight limit to still be a guard. Heh, heh," the Bear
chuckled, "Now git going to your supervisor before all that sweat dries up."
"Yes, sir."
The guard supervisor took one look at Chris Latimer and shook his head. "You do look sick, go home, and don't
come back until you're well." He radioed two guards to cover Latimer's shift in addition to their own. Then
he called an on-call guard to come in to take the shift. In the mean time, exercise time would be postponed.
He couldn't have a lot of prisoners milling around in the yard when he was short even one guard. He had no
idea that the flu bug that would be affecting his guards over the next couple months would be changing them
into the Bear's own personal bodyguards, and slutboys. By the end of the year, he too would know Ryan, and
the Bear would be running the prison. As off duty guards turned tricks in biker bars for anyone with the cash
to pay. Latimer's wife would remain estranged, but Chrissy and Ryan would become inseparable to the point
that after Chrissyboy got Ryan a job at the prison, but on a different shift: Chris would wear dildo Ryan to
work, and when he punched out on the time clock, Ryan would grow while Chris shrank to be Ryan's dildo. The
bear was quite surprised when he learned Ryan could teach his trick to others, and thought of a way to help
with the prison over crowding problem.
The