I was sent to a prison that had a reputation for malpractice. In front of the Governor, he said, "We don't tolerate worthless pieces of shit like you. Step out of line, and you'll be in solitary." "Yes sir, you won't get a peep out of me." "Fuck off, I've better things to do." While I was frog-marched to my cell, other inmates wolf-whistled me, and shouted stuff like "Show us your ass!".
My cell mate, Sid was old enough to be my grandad. With the warden out of the way, he looked me up and down, and said, "I've never had a twink, I can't wait to lights out, give us a twirl." I thought the easiest way to get though was to oblige. I dropped my jeans and spun round in my boxers. 10pm sharp the lights went out, so without waiting to be told, I jumped down to the lower bunk. In the half light, I could see the old man sporting a huge weapon. All he could say, was, "God help your ass." He told me to bend over the bed, and hold my cheeks apart. He knelt behind me, spat on my crack and his dick a few times, and forced his way in. I screamed so loud that one of the jailers came to see what was going on. He watched me getting hammered. Probably because of his age, he lasted for ever. It was a relief when he finally bred me. Unfortunately, that was not the end of my ordeal, as the warden had his way with me as well. I went back to the top bunk with a sore, dripping hole, and jerked myself.
Word quickly spread around the camp that I was easy meat. I actually started to look forward to the showers, knowing I'd get serviced by whoever else was there. They had a distinct pecking order. using soap as lube, they would take it in turns to have their way. Sometimes the guards would join in, all fucking me for a few minutes before changing round. I was aloud to sort myself once they'd had their fill.
After a couple of months, Sid left and I had the cell to myself for a few days, before a younger guy, in his 30s moved in. Tim, handsome though he was, had been put away for GBH, so was not to be messed with. Tim was much nicer. He liked to kiss and cuddle. He preferred to do it missionary, so we could still kiss. It became love making instead of virtual rape. For once I looked forward to being shagged. I also had to learn a trade, and took up cookery. Working in the kitchens was an easy life, and it gave me a purpose in life. After four months, I was brought before the Governor again, this time for good news. "Well, it seems as though we've done the trick. Chef tells me that you have worked hard and responded well." "Yes, sir, I enjoy the work." "With the help of the Probation Service, I have secured a live-in position for you at a hotel a few miles away. You will be released early to take up your position. Be warned, this is your absolute final. Fuck up again and there will be no sympathy.
Two weeks later, I started my new job as a commis chef. I never looked back. It was all the more rewarding, as two of the waiters regularly fucked me.
And that's my story.
