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|07-13-2012, 02:46 PM||#1|
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It was Tuesday, and I was planning to meet my girlfriend (Julie) in the mall. We were going to grab a bite to eat before going to the picture theatres.
My folks weren’t rich and had to scrounge for if dime to see me through school; while trying to pay off a mortgage. I owned no car and if I had nobody to drive me; I would either catch a bus or ride my push-bike.
I was at home and getting myself ready for Julie; before routinely catch the bus. From an early age I hated my body hair and often shaved my body smooth, and Julie loved me for it too. So my weekly ritual before showering was to use hair removal cream; to remove my blonde body stubble.
Once I dried myself I would caress my skin and feel for stubble and missed spots. I checked myself in the mirror; just in case I missed places.
I am a skinny 19 year old Caucasian male; fresh out of school and working part-time in a local grocery store. I have blue eyes, cropped dirty blonde hair. I am 5’8” and barely 140 pounds.
Although my high school days I was teased by the jocks for my soft feminine facial features. It didn’t stop me from attracting my share of girlfriends. I took one final look at myself in the mirror before heading to me Julie, in the mall.
I was walking to the bus stop, when a friend of mine named Joey drive by. He stopped and offered me a lift to the mall. But first he had to drop of a package of to his uncle. So I accepted, as it would save me about 30 minutes in travel time.
We listened to music as we approached the light before Joey’s uncles. Joey ran a red light and blue and red lights from behind flashed. It was the police. Instead of stopping, Joey sped off and ditched the package.
I wanted to get out, but Joey would have none it. I started to argue with Joey to stop. He was driving at insane speeds. The police were still in pursuit, when Joey missed a corner and crashed.
The police caught us, and had their weapons drawn. I got out with my hands up and I thought Joey would do the same. But instead he pulled a gun out and fired at both policemen.
He fatally injured one and killed on the spot. The other one went back to car, as we ran off. We ran through a warehouse and out an alley. Joey ditched his gun. Two friends of our saw us and gave us ride, to his uncles.
Joey told his uncle happened, and that’s about the time the police arrive there.
We were all charged. Joey’s uncle and our two friends were charged with aiding and abetting, while I was charged with fleeing a crime scene. Joey was charged with murder.
We all were incarcerated in the Metro Transition Center, in Southeast Atlanta; until our trial. It didn’t seem so bad there, but then we heard stories of where we will be going if convicted. Atlanta Federal Penitentiary was mine and Joey future home.
It was then I was starting to feel overwhelming dread of my situation. All I wanted to do was see Julie, now I may not see Julie again. Thanks to Joey’s stupidity.
I was in a bind. If I rolled on Joey; I would get lower sentence but be branded a snitch. I didn’t roll. I also didn’t know why Joey snapped and maybe it had something to do with that package.
I never found out.
Joey got life for killing a police officer and I got ten years, with a parole period of six years.
Our two friends were shipped off somewhere else for a small stint, likewise Joey’s uncle.
Julie was at my trial, but I never saw her again once the verdict was in.
Once I heard my sentence I almost fainted with dread. I was kicking myself for not cutting a deal, now. All I could think of now was; all the prison stories and movies I had seen or heard about.
We were both young good looking guys and sent to a maximum security prison.
If we don’t get killed we will probably be bashed or raped repeatedly until we find our way in the system. I just hoped we weren’t separated.
On bus ride to prison, I felt devastated and just looked out of my grated window at the scenery. The feeling of dread was slowly overcoming me and I began to breakdown and cry. By the time we approached the prison gates; I was a wreck and Joey tried to distance himself from me.
Shackled we were order to form a single file and walk the gauntlet; as hardened criminals checked us out and made obscene sexual gestures. My eyes began to glisten and tears started forming again, before my chin quivered. They prisoners must have seen it too.
We finally we inside the building and brought before the warden or head guard. We were given a small hessian bags and told to remove all our clothing. Then we were marched naked into the showers and told to shower. We were watched intently by three prison guards.
Once we had showered, the guards dowsed us with some sort of powder; front and back. Then we were handed prison jumpsuits, then we were marched naked into an area where the warden was waiting for us.
He introduced himself and then gave us a speech; about rules and regulations and privileges. After which each of us, and then we had our hands cuffed behind our backs; we all were still naked.
We were then escorted into separately.
My hands were cuffed behind my back and motioned to face the wall. The cuffs we removed briefly and re-cuffed in front of me. A Mexican looking guard forced me to face the wall and made me bend over. He slapped some cream on my ass and started an anal cavity inspection. Then he put a gag in my mouth and left the room. I swore I he snickered something to me as he left the room.
I was mortified, alone, naked, handcuffed, gagged, violated and then the lights went out.
I stood hunched over naked and handcuffed; for several minutes in complete darkness.
Then I heard the door open and heard some footsteps enter. I expected to be led out and given time to get clothed. No I wasn’t and I felt confused as it seemed like; I was having another cavity search.
One then two fingers enter my asshole. I tried to muffle a word, but the gag prevented me. The light was still out. Then a third and fourth finger found its way inside my anal cavity. I was in mild pain and muffled words into my gag.
“Nice smooth butt,” I heard someone comment, in a Latino accent. It was then I realized my predicament. I wasn’t having another cavity search, but in fact getting felt up by either guards or inmates.
I vehemently protested. All it did was provoke them, as the slammed me against the wall and then punch me in the stomach.
I couldn’t defend myself as I was handcuffed.
“Do it again and well slice you up good, bitch,” An angry Latino growled.
“All we want is some of your tight butt, esa,” He grumbled.
“Yeah man, sure is a nice feeling butt,” I heard another say.
My ass was slapped hard, making me flinch. Then my ass cheeks were manipulated and spread apart. I could feel a cock sliding around my ass crack before it was helped into my asshole’s entrance.
The second person had hold of my hair as I tried to scream out. The cock attempting to enter my anal passage slowly plunged deep inside. The gag prevented me and only allowed muffled sounds. I began to cry again.
I was crying and in pain, as he pumped his cock deep and fiercely in and out of my ass. My ass was like on fire and the fact the light were out, didn’t help my situation.
The guy pumped my ass for several minutes before I felt it twitch slightly inside and pump cum inside my ass. I thought that would be it and suddenly relaxed. But I lived in false hope as the other man now more behind me and started fucking my asshole. Tears ran down my face but I wasn’t as emotionally as I probably was.
He rammed his cock inside and fucked me hard and rough. I was numbed to the pain, my low back felt like it was cramping. After five minutes maybe more, he took pumped his cum in my ass in deep in my bowels.
I slumped to my knees and rested my face to the wall.
I heard one of them thump the metal door and a guard let them out.
“Thank man,” One of my rapist, told the guard.
The guard looked the door and I was left there in darkness for what felt like an hour.
Another guard switched the light on and saw me on my knees and cum stained ass.
“Who did this,” He asked.
“I don’t know, the lights were out, but I think Mexicans,” I stammered an answer.
“Oh great, that just is about a quarter of the inmates here,” He handed me a towel and led me to the infirmary. I stayed in the infirmary for two days before being allocated a cell and cell mate.
|07-13-2012, 04:27 PM||#2|
Is this a finished story or just a beginning, serms like there is more to come?
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