The Cardinal's Sentence 2 (Patreon)

This was the way Gutierrez served his time at the Chainsman Prison. It was a living hell at the mercy of three cruel wardens, tickling tormenting and humiliating him every minute he was not securely shackled down in his small cell. Until one day, they told him his time was up! The fallen Cardinal could hardly believe his luck as they walked him out of his cell and into the interrogation room they usually punished him in. “One last time, we wanna have fun with you!”, said the captain while the others strapped him down to a steel chair. What followed was the worst session Gutierrez had to endure so far. They tickled and shocked him, pinched his sore nipples with clamps and teased him with their sexy legs and feet. He could not move at all on the chair and was helpless to stop them from forcing another load of cum from his twitching cock.

“You know, you can really deem yourself lucky!”, the captain said, “You don’t have to take care of a thing in here… You have a cozy cell all to yourself, you get fed and you have the undivided attention of all three of us every day. Aren’t you sad all of this is coming to an end?” Gutierrez flinched in his bindings while Clara, the red-headed warden, milked his cock between her feet. “Well, since it’s our last time together, I thought of a special goodbye procedure. You see, as fun as it is forcing the jizz out of your pity dick, it’s a bit exhausting. So, this machine will do the work for now!” She presented him with a mechanical pump and placed it right in front of him. With his eyes wide open, he could only watch as the captain slid a tube over his cock, connected to the huge cylinder via a rubber hose. Then, with just a flinch of her finger, she turned the machine on. Like a sucking mouth, the tube started milking Gutierrez and made him moan and drool within seconds.