The Orientation Room
I came up with a solution to sexual assault problems plaguing prisons and decided to write about it.
Blah, blah, blah, don't read this if you're a little kid, blah blah blah, gay sex, blah blah blah.
As the entry gate to the prison slammed shut behind him, it finally dawned on Lance that he was going to be in here for a very long time. He and the other 11 prisoners he was shackled to by ankle were being marched through the prison yard to serve their sentences at the North Point Penitentiary. He coughed when he accidentally inhaled sand kicked up from the soon-to-be inmates marching in front of him: hulking, tattooed men who Lance suspected had been in and out of the prison system a few times already.
Lance on the other hand, was completely new to all of this. While most of the other men looked tougher than ten-year-old jerky, Lance was scrawny and small, with bright blue eyes, bright blond hair and a bright boyish face. It wasn't so bright now though, as he sullenly hobbled in step with the other prisoners toward the actual prison. He was brought in for an offense which to this day he would deny. Probably some petty white-collar crime. He probably didn't hire the right lawyer. He probably shouldn't have been there at all, but what should have been doesn't really matter when you're already behind bars.
The prison yard was dirty, dusty, and deserted. Not even a clichéd tumbleweed was found blowing across the flat expanse. The only sign that life might have existed here at some point was a deflated basketball in the corner. Lance looked around for a basketball hoop. He couldn't find one.
North Point had a fearfsome reputation. You didn't have to be a criminal to know that it was one of the harshest prisons in the area. "The Alcatraz of the West," they called it. Zero escapes, and everybody who walks out of the place never ends up in the justice system again. Only people who'd committed very serious crimes even ended up there. Well, besides Lance anyway.
For all its fearful reputation though, the place was ultimately an unimpressive gray brick building, and it looked like they spared every expense on it. Many of the walls were cracked or crumbling with rusty bars across the small, decrepit windows. Lance was surprised prisons looked like that nowadays; he would have expected them to be more modern, or at least less stereotypical. They finally entered the prison through a pair of strong steel doors which swung out to admit them and the dimly lit interior hallway was almost as unimpressive as the prison's exterior. They continued to march through the hallway until they were signaled to stop by one of the guards. Lance almost smiled as he imagined the guards being equally stereotypical; ignorant, abusive macho-men who would refer to them exclusively as "ladies."
"Alright ladies, it's time for your orientation. After that you'll be stripped, deloused, given a number and assigned a room. I'm sure most of you know the drill by now. Just keep on marching through the hallway, the orientation room is just through that doorway."
Despite referring to them as ladies, the guard was actually a lot less horrible and commanding than Lance expected. It was almost polite. Lance turned to see if the prisoner behind him was surprised as well. If he was, the vast, balding man with the swasticka tattoos didn't show it well. Unless that scowl was how he expressed surprise. When their eyes met, Lance quickly turned back around, but heard the man behind him chuckle and mutter something under his breath.
The orientation room turned out to be a simple square room with tiled walls, floors and ceiling. About twenty by twenty feet, the only feature the room had besides the coiled hose near the doorway were the vents and speakers embedded into the ceiling. As the last of the shackled, jumpsuited prisoners came into the orientation room, the door slid shut and locked behind them with an audible click. The speakers crackled to life with a robotic and (refreshingly) female voice:
"Good afternoon ladies, and welcome to your orientation at North Point Penitentiary. Before we go over the rules and regulations of the prison, there are some common misconceptions about the prison system and this prison in particular that we here at North Point would like to address.
"There is no denying that North Point has a quite the reputation. With zero escapes and the lowest recidivism rate in the nation, it has led many to believe that the prison is harsh, with brutal sentences and guards that lead the prisoners to continue their lives on the straight and narrow once they're released. However, this is not the case. Despite the fact that North Point's released prisoners give up criminality in order to lead moral lives, it is not the harsh guards or sentences that make this happen. Indeed, as I'm sure many of you saw already, the guards here are quite kind and polite.
"Additionally, despite being reserved for very serious crimes, this is not a very high security prison. The building itself is very old, with many weakened walls and bars. Yet we have zero escapes. Zero escape attempts as well.
"And although this is not relevant to the prison's reputation, we also receive zero complaints of sexual assaults here. No, our prison population, despite being composed of murderers, rapists and the like, get along with one another extremely well. How is this all possible?
"The answer, as I'm sure you'll all see shortly, is really quite simple."
A hissing filled the room. Apparently while the woman was speaking, the rectangular vents had opened up and were now releasing some kind of faint pink gas into the room. Shortly after noticing this, the shackles around the ankles of all the prisoners sprang open, and they were free to move about. This time when Lance looked at his fellow inmates, they appeared very surprised.
"North Point has been receiving significant financial incentives from a biochemical company to serve as a testing ground for a variety of experimental drugs. The one currently being emptied into the orientation room is called Titraxin, which is the key to the previously suggested questions."
It looked like some of the other inmates were trying to hold their breath. A noble effort, Lance thought, but a stupid one. There was no way they weren't all going to breathe in whatever drug was being pumped into the room; it's what the room was designed for, after all. It smelled nice anyway: like the ocean, fresh, but distinctly salty.
"The drug, initially designed as a bioweapon to be launched into enemy lines in order to distract and inhibit enemies in a variety of ways, was found to have a number of side effects which were later discovered to be extremely beneficial for use in prisons and detention facilities.
"The most obvious effect, which many of you should be feeling now, is that the chemical is an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. So potent, in fact, that it becomes difficult to maintain concentration on anything other than the arousal you are likely experiencing."
Lance had been wondering where his raging erection had come from. He was glad to know that it had a scientific explanation rather than a result of being locked in a room with big, strong men. He looked around and saw that the other inmates also had tents in their orange jumpsuits, a few of them trying and failing to hide them. A few of them were also stealing glances at each other's crotches; Lance found himself simply staring.
"The drug would have been marketed and sold for its properties as an aphrodisiac if it weren't for the other significant effect which you are also likely beginning to experience now. This drug is unique and revolutionary in this way, as it is the first substance to synthetically recreate homosexuality in an organism. We use the term "recreate," although in complete honesty, the effect is quite permanent.
Lance immediately regretted not holding his breath, but at least he had an excuse to continue staring at the other men's crotches, imagining the delicious cocks behind the tented orange fabric. Lance felt himself start to sweat as he inhaled more and more of the pink gas seeping into the room.
"We were actually very proud of ourselves for coming up with the "orientation room" name. I'm sure the double meaning is quite obvious by this point. Interestingly, the third consequence of the drug affects different individuals in completely different ways. Although the drug has been modified significantly since its creation in order to somewhat equalize the proportions, it now turns approximately one half of the affected males into cock hungry sluts and the other half into aggressive, possessive and dominant men who will fuck anything they can get their hands on."
He heard the first "zip" of a man trying to take off his jumpsuit. Or at least he thought it was the first. He must have missed another, because when he turned around, he saw a husky man with red hair and stubble on his knees, sucking another man's cock. He suddenly didn't feel so bad about groping himself through his jumpsuit, or fantasizing about getting fucked by half the guys there. Suddenly he felt someone's hand grip his firm, round ass and whisper into his ear.
"Why should they get to have all the fun?"
Lance had never felt so turned on in his entire life. He heard more jumpsuits unzipping when once again the speakers came to life.
"Of course, there are other side effects, although in many ways these enhance rather than detract from your experience at this point."
Those other side effects became quite clear as he watched the readhead continue to go to town on the other man's cock. The stubble on his face appeared to be spreading, a firey orange carpet that would soon cover his whole face. Orange hairs seemed to be sprouting across his whole body; he and his partner must have ripped their jumpsuits off at some point, since they were now both completely naked.
His ears began to look more pointed and shifted up to the top of his head, sprouting black hairs (fur?) in stark contrast to the orange that was covering his face which was quickly beginning to look less like a face and more like a muzzle. Before Lance's eyes, his hands, one gripping the man's ass and the other his bulbous balls, began to crack and reshape into what looked like paws. His feet underwent the same transformation as fur exploded across them. A small nub appeared on his lower back which quickly grew into a fluffy fox tail, complete with white tip.
His whole body looked smaller, and the final change came when his ass swelled and bubbled out. The husky man had transformed into a cute fox boy, although he was clearly no less eager to suck cock.
"We require you to wait here for 30 minutes in order for the drug to fully take effect. Feel free to pass the time in any way you see fit."
The whole room seemed to be changing at this point, with half-transformed otters, crocodiles and wolves, all in various states of undress, all eager to fuck or be fucked. Lance had hardly noticed that his own transformation was well underway. He tore off his own jumpsuit to see what was happening: brown fur dappled with white had covered his arms, legs and back, with creamy white fur spreading across his chest. He fell to his knees as his feet clenched and unclenched as they morphed into hooves, and he felt nubs grow out of his forehead into a small set of antlers. He turned to see that a brown and white, leaf-shaped tail had already sprouted above his round, bubbly behind.
Somebody touched his shoulder and he got to his hooves unsteadily. The deer boy spun to see that his previous assailant had been replaced by a mountainous black bull. He was at least 7 feet tall and covered head to hoof in rippling muscles. His thick, nine inch cock throbbed and the bull smiled at him menacingly. "Bend over Bambi. I'm going to make you mine."
Lance felt dizzy. The air didn't smell like the fresh anymore; it smelled of sweat and semen and musk, a heady aroma making the deer boy weak in the knees. He looked around the room, searching for a response to the bull. The fox was now sucking the dick of a huge orca while a horse took him from behind. A lion and eagle in the corner of the room had lifted up a cum-covered bunny boy who seemed lost in orgasmic bliss as he was lowered onto both their cocks. Lance was surprised he didn't notice the sounds earlier; the squelches, moans and slaps of man-on-man sex filling the room.
He had never had sex with another man before. He had never even considered it. But he couldn't deny what he was feeling or what he wanted as he looked around the room. And when he felt one of the bull's hands reach around him and grab his hard, throbbing cock, his mind was made up for him. He pressed his hands against the tiled wall nearest to him, and bent over, lifting his tail eagerly for the bull.
When he felt rough hands pry apart his asscheeks and felt hot breath against his hole, he felt like he could cum right there. When the bull's tongue started to probe his hole, his eyes rolled back in his head in pure bliss. One of the bulls hand began to slowly stroke the deer boy's cock. Lance let out a high pitched moan, and realized that his appearance wasn't the only thing that had changed: his voice had as well.
"You're an eager little faggot, aren't you? That voice was right, you're nothing but a cock hungry slut now. I bet you'd fuck your own father if that's what it took for you to fill your needy hole. Lucky for you, I'm here to give you exactly what you want." The bull stood up and pressed his finger against the deer boy's hole, and it slid in without much resistance.
Lance let out another high pitched moan as he was penetrated. He would have been embarrassed but he was far past caring at this point. He only cared about the hot wall of bull behind him and the finger sliding in and out of his cute rear. He reached down to rub his hard, needy cock, but the bull grabbed his hand and pulled it away. "I don't think so. You're mine now, and you'll cum when I make you cum. Get on your hands and knees and lift that cute little tail so I can show you what it feels like to get fucked." The bull slid the finger from Lance's ass, and Lance had no choice but to comply.
The deer boy positioned himself on the floor, shaking with anticipation. He felt the cock teasing his slick hole, pressing against it lightly and slathering precum all around it, but never pushing hard enough to penetrate. Lance let out a piteous whine as he thrusted back to try and fill himself and get rid of the feeling of emptiness that had overtaken him as soon as the bull's finger had left him. But the bull pulled his hips back, preventing the eager deer from impaling himself on the thick cock.
"Please..." Lance pleaded.
"You're just lucky that I want this as much as you do."
And with that, the bull began to slowly and painstakingly slide his meaty cock into the small deer in front of him who began to moan louder than ever as he was filled. Inch after inch pushed into him. It hurt Lance like hell, he'd never been stuffed so full before. But it felt so right to be used by another man, to submit to somebody bigger and stronger than he was, and he knew he wanted more.
The bull finally hilted deep inside him, and Lance hardly had time to catch his breath before the bull drew his hips back and slammed back into him. He was seeing stars, but still the bull didn't stop as he drew back and pounded into him again. And again. Soon the pain began to fade, being replaced by waves of pleasure as the bull's cock mercilessly thrust in and out of the lust-addled deer.
The bull adjusted himself and resumed his rough fucking. Whatever he adjusted, he did a good job because now each of his thrusts drove Lance even crazier. He could hardly think about anything besides the cock driving in and out of him. He was being fucked senseless.
The sounds of their fucking got wetter and wetter as pre-cum from the bull's hard cock began to leak out of the deer boy's sloppy hole. Every time the bull's hips slammed into ass, their balls met with a wet "slap." Lance was soon reduced to a quivering wreck, every thrust sending him to higher levels of pleasure as the bull hammered into his prostate.
For the third time that night, the deer boy felt the bull's hand firmly squeeze his cock, and soon he felt the bull pump away at it in synch with his own thrusts. He couldn't take it any longer and cried out as he came harder than he ever had in his entire life, covering his chest, face and the floor below him with warm deer boy spunk.
He twitched and squirmed as the orgasm washed over him, continuing to paint the floor white with his seed. His ass clenched and squeezed around the bull's cock involuntarily, and he was sent over the edge as well. He slammed into the deer boy one final time with a roar, and began to pump him with his seed.
They collapsed into a heap on the floor, the bull's half-hard cock still wedged inside him like a cork.
"Maintenance will be here shortly to hose you and the room down, but I believe the questions suggested earlier have all been answered by this point. Nobody escapes from North Point because nobody wants to escape from North Point. We have no sexual assault at North Point since everyone wants to have sex with everyone at North Point. And nobody ever goes back to prison after leaving here, because nobody ever wants to leave. Welcome to North Point. Enjoy your stay."