WARNINGThis contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are notof legal age, don't read it.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
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These are the recollections of my time working with my boyfriend John at a state reform boot camp for prisoners.
The caption I use for this entry describes rather simply the turning point in Prisoner Brown's _c_o_c_k_y attitude. The incidents I'm about to recount occured on the fifth day of that first boot camp session and once we finished with brown that afternoon and evening, he was quite the model prisoner for the rest of the camp.
Brown's mistake was to leave the path during the run to try to take a piss. John caught him and dragged him, orange prison jumpsuit still open in front back in front of the halted company. John came over and conferred with me briefly and we agreed on a rather satisfying and humiliating punishment from our macho gang leader.
John ripped the jump suit off the prisoner's body and ordered Brown to lay flat on the dirt trail. "Roll over prisoner," he then ordered. Brown's face came into view, his _c_o_c_k_ shriveled in fear, his body shaking slightly.
John cuffed the prisoner's hands over his head and then tied the prisoner's feet together with the tattered remains of the jump suit.
"Listen up good, when we are on a run, nobody leaves the trail, nobody stops, and nobody gets to lay around taking a leisurely piss," John announced while positioning his shoe squarely on Brown's testicles. The prisoner began to gasp in pain, but was unable to do much other than plea for help. The other prisoners did not move.
"I'll give each of you prisoners a choice," I started as John continued to torture the prisoner's testicles by grinding his shoe firmly into Brown's groin.
"Either piss directly into prisoner Brown's mouth or get a double length run plus 30 strokes with my strap," I finished.
The prisoners looked aghast at the choice. They all knew Brown could hurt them, he had done enough bragging about being a gang leader over the past days that the other prisoners were scared, the three who lived in his territory looked even more terrified. I started with Johnson who on the first day had joined Brown in a little protest.
"Johnson, step forward," I ordered.
"SIR," he responded.
"Well," I said while slapping my razor strap in my hand, "which is it going to be?"
"STRAP sir," he responded meakly.
Before he could even draw in a breath or reconsider I grabbed him and pulled him out of the uniform and shoved his naked body on top of Brown's and then began to land violent blows of my razor strap all over his defenseless body. I purposefully exceeded my stated threat of 30 straps by a good 40 or so and as deep red welt marks appeared on his back, buttocks and thighs, I could sense the mood among the group change, piss in mouth would become the choice.
When I finished, I lifted Johnson's sore body off Brown and repeated my question, "Piss or run prisoner?"
"Piss, SIR," he quietely whispered.
I made him kneel so his _c_o_c_k_ was inches from Brown's mouth and held him there till a torrent of piss was unleashed from his shaking and bruised body onto Brown's face. As prisoner brown tried to move his head to avoid piss getting into his mouth, John reapplied pressure to the prisoner's testicles violently and I stepped on his arms to prevent them from being used to block the torrent of urine. I watched him howl in pain from the pressure of my boots and his horror as Johnson's piss entered his mouth.
As Johnson finished, Michael and Brian approached with their prisoners and I invited them to stay and provide Johnson adequate liquid sustenance. Michael quickly agreed and we lined up L-Wing and A-Wing to provide a constant stream of piss for Brown's mouth. No prisoner other than Johnson had to be strapped to perform his duty.
When Brian took his turn, he inserted a plastic gag that held the prisoner's mouth open and then inserted his _c_o_c_k_ directly into the prisoner's mouth to deliver a warm stream of piss. John, Michael and I all followed suit depositing huge loads of urine into Brown's mouth. Since he was flat on his back, the urine either went down his throat or flowed out of his mouth and trickled down his face.
The sum total of some 30 people urinating in him had taken its toll though. His face was soaking wet and you could see much of the will to fight had gone out of him.
John and Brian then rolled prisoner Brown over covering him in the brown dirt that made up the path, the dirt stuck to his face and chest which were all wet. Brown and the rest of the boys were then forced to finish the run.
Brian and I took Brown back to L-Wing and cuffed him to the floor in the shower area. Brian tied a blindfold around the prisoner's eyes and we left the area for a few minutes. Brian stepped out of his uniform in front of me and I could see lash marks, still fresh, from his encounter with the warden over the Watkins escape.
I felt Brian's back curiously, the homoeroticism was evident, and Brian turned and faced me looking up towards me tenderly. The moment passed quickly and he headed back into the shower area and forced his _c_o_c_k_ into Brown's mouth violently. Grabbing Brown's head violently by the hair, Brian raped Brown's mouth viciously and then once his _c_o_c_k_ stiffened, Brian proceeded to rape Brown viciously, ramming his _c_o_c_k_ into the prisoner's exposed ass ignoring the chained prisoner's pleas to let him be.
When Brian finished, ejaculating into the chained prisoner's ass, he turned to me and smiled. "Leave him here for the boys," Brian said and walked out past me, still naked.
"Please SIR, I'm begging you," Brown pleaded.
I walked out, Brown still begging.
"Please, anything, you can treat me like Powell... anything...," Brown kept begging.
I went to the front of L-Wing and sat with Brian till the prisoners came back. He took his time getting dressed, but neither of us did anything with the other.
As the guys arrived, I sent Brian out to head back to A-Wing, John and I sent the boys into the showers en masse. Brown's screams for mercy were quite distinct through L-Wing, but neither John nor I did anything to stop it. We did however watch it once things had gotten intense. Seven of the prisoners were on the chained gang leader, his attempts to struggle free were fruitless and barely a second passed after one _c_o_c_k_ left his mouth and another replaced it. Same went for the boy's _f_u_c_k_hole.
Only once the other prisoners' anger at being taken on a double length run and being forced to urinate in Brown's mouth at our command had passed, did the violent rape of the gang leader stop. His _f_u_c_k_hole was loose and sore. John and I hauled him to our quarters in the Wing. He was sobbing and his voice was all but inaudible. I stood him in the shower, cleaned him up and then sent him back to the Wing to get some sleep.
As we were finishing up with Brown, the phone rang, it was the warden's assistant, John and I were due for our first evaluations. We were to come over, me before dinner, John, immediately after. I had heard about the evaluations from the other guards, mostly they involved the warden spanking your butt for this or that thing he felt you hadn't done well with the prisoners.
I was first. In the outer office I could hear the sound of a paddle striking another guard's butt through the wooden door. The assistant had me remove all my clothes and then put latex gloves on and lubed my _f_u_c_k_hole up. I was surprised how cold the KY was and he clearly pleasured himself a bit at my expense, thrusting his gloved fingers in and out till an entire tube of KY was lubing me up. I said nothing despite my humiliation and in fact, my _c_o_c_k_ got rather aroused at the assistant's mostly tender treatment.
As the paddling ended in the other room, a guard's sobbing became distinct. The assistant stopped fingering my ass and told me I should be happy, I was about to get the first favorable review of any guard in the history of the camp. The door opened and Brian stepped out naked, tears were still streaming down his face and he was sobbing. The warden was still holding a paddle in his hand and he administered a final slap on Brian's buttocks violently right in front of me, Brian sobbed louder and then turned to face the warden. As he completed his turn, his buttocks which were now a deep dark shade of crimson were visible to me. Facing the warden Brian said, "I promise to do better Sir."
The warden said nothing in return and the assistant led Brian away from the door to get his clothing. The warden just wandered back into his office and when the assistant brought me in, the warden was looking out the window casually. The assistant positioned me over the desk, as if for discipline. My feet were placed at the center and I was bent over the desk and the assistant told me to keep my hands on the desk at all times and then left.
A while passed before anything happened then he said, "Well done soldier, the army taught you well." As he finished speaking the warden thrust his _c_o_c_k_ inside me and began _f_u_c_k_ing me like a raging bull. His _c_o_c_k_ penetrated me fully and he _f_u_c_k_ed me like a jack hammer withdrawing only once he had shot a warm load of cum into the condom which sheathed his swordlike _c_o_c_k_. He finished as quickly as he started and stood me up and walked me out like he had Brian. Nobody was waiting though and I just had to get dressed again in front of the assistant.
Before I left the warden's office, the assistant confided in me that he knew John was going to get caned 30 strokes for what the warden perceived as an unwillingness to use corporal punishment methods as opposed to plain brutality. I nodded politely and left.
At dinner, John took the floor and embarassed Powell again with another bare ass spanking in front of all the prisoners for a minor infraction. I stared out and admired the shaved heads and the orange jumpsuit uniforms worn by the prisoners, to my left Brian was still in pain from the paddling and not sitting comfortably. He didn't ask me about my evaluation and I didn't raise the subject of his. Most of the guards I noticed were all sitting somewhat uneasily and I looked at John's beautiful body and wondered how his ass would look after thirty violent strokes of the cane.
As dinner ended, Brian asked if I wanted to go to town with him tomorrow during my off period and I agreed. We parted and I took L-Wing back to the barracks for bedtime study period.
As I sat with Bryant helping him read my mind raced thinking about John's hot body and I'm pretty certain that my _c_o_c_k_ was fairly hard through the uniform. Despite the fact that John had the first evaluation after dinner, he didn't come back during the study period and I put the wing to sleep and headed to our shared private area to wait.
He returned at eleven, hours after the caning must have ended and tears were still somewhat visible on his face. I stood up as he came in and he tried to avoid my eyes. I shut the door to the Wing so we could have privacy and I walked closer to him.
He turned away in shame.
I pushed myself behind him let my hardened _c_o_c_k_ rest against his sore buttocks. If he was offended, he didn't move, and slowly I turned him to face me and with a finger wiped the last tears off his face. My lips reached up towards his and surprisingly I felt his mouth open as we kissed passionately.
My hands probed his muscular chest through his shirt at first and then I lifted his shirt and felt his hairless body thoroughly while our mouths remained locked and our tounges probed one another's mouths. He took his shirt off while continuing to kiss me and then proceeded to strip me naked all the while we kept kissing. Then his pants came down and the soreness of his ass would soon be visible. I slide his briefs to the floor and felt the deep marks left by the warden's thorough job with the cane. John felt my hairy, but unblemished ass and stopped kissing me and asked, "He _f_u_c_k_ed you didn't he?"
"Yeah, thoroughly," I responded.
John laughed and smiled at me. I pulled him closer to me and then shoved him onto the bed face down. What happened next may surprise you, but it is the god's honest truth. I raised my hand high up in the air and brought it down firmly on his already sore buttocks, he yelped softly. "John if you had been following my lead your ass wouldn't look like this," I said as I slapped his ass a second time harder yet. Tears returned to his eyes and he began sobbing.
I took a paddle normally reserved for use on the prisoners of L-Wing and began applying it firmly without remorse to John's already blistered ass. "From now on John, I'm in charge," I exlaimed and I punctuated the remark with an incredibly violent blow to his buttocks. Through his sobbing, I could make out a faint, "Yes, sir." I slapped his ass again and ordered him to speak up. "Yes, sir," he said clearly. I continued to strike his buttocks with the paddle till each cheek was ash gray and I was certain that it would hurt him to sit down for well more than the day of pain the warden had supplied.
I pulled John up to face me and while he was still sobbing he kissed me and then took my rock hard _c_o_c_k_ in his mouth and began sucking it. That night John explained to me that his partner had been his lover. Over time, I've surmised that their relationship was one of _s_e_x_ual submission by John to the older man's needs and desires and that although corporal punishment was not a part of that relationship, John needed and continues to need a dominant male figure to serve _s_e_x_ually.
His play with Powell pretty much stopped after that night too, I noticed. It was as if his desire for _s_e_x_ual dominance over another was merely a reflection of his own need to be dominated. Most nights after the Wing was asleep, an astute listener might have discerned the noise from the door to our quarters shutting and the sound of a paddle or cane striking John's tender buttocks repeatedly accompanied by his soft sobs and followed later by his orgasms after my huge man tool _f_u_c_k_ed him long and deep.
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