Chapter 1. Processing
Not gonna bore you with how I got there, but there I was, in a long line of men, being processed into our new home. My new home for the next 2 years 4 months.
I’m only 19, 140 soaking wet. I’m black lol not that don’t mean nothing, so is every other guy here and plus I can’t fight to save my life. So I kept my head down for most this duration. But as I was moving down the line myself, I noticed there was a wall, but it had a mirror. Once you go passed that point, I couldn’t help but notice that everyone was getting freaking naked! So yeah, remember when I said I was a skinny kid, 140 lbs? Well yeah, that would’ve been the problem but you forgot, I’m black (and it’s not what you’re thinking either, I have a small dick lol 4 proud inches!) so there’s a stereotype I’m stuck with. When it was my turn to go behind the wall, I was told harshly to take my clothes off, I reluctantly did as told. First my shirt, no one cares. Then my sweats, now I’m getting a few looks. Last time is a pair of small basketball shorts that I so wanted to keep on, but I knew I couldn’t, so that when it happened, the very moment where I felt like I was a little fish being thrown in at sharks. As soon as I pulled my shorts off, you could literally hear a couple guys in the background yell out “damn”. There I was, arms folded tightly to my chest, one hand covering my small dick, but absolutely nothing was hiding my big fat booty, from No one. I always hated it. In school, the locker room, I was always the skinny black kid with a big booty. The type that jiggles with every freaking step I make. Oh and the guard “checking” me for contraband saw that too.
The moment I realized the mood and vibe has changed is when he came up from behind me and told me to bend over, but didn’t wait for me to do so. He forcefully bent me over a table where he slowly and firming squeezed and rubbed my butt. Was too scared to say anything so I just let it happen. Eventually he did tell me to reach back and spread my cheeks. As I reached behind me, I put my left hand on my cheeks Abe before I could do the same with the other hand, I felt him place his hand on my left, that was on my cheek, the with his other hand I felt his fingers start to rub something a little slimy on my hole. I felt really weird, especially because I knew other inmates can see us. The other guards in the room was just enjoying watching. After he got done doing that, he inserted what I swear I thought was his flashlight in my booty. Was only his freaking finger, but I realized it was 2. Didn’t say anything as he pushed his meaty fingers deep inside me. Up to the knuckle. He held it there for what seems like forever. When he started to pull his fingers out, I thought it was over. No, was sadly mistaken, he did pull them out, just a bit. Then he pushed them right back in. To my horror, I realized that in was getting fingered by the guard. And no one was doing a thing. I honestly started to cry. I was so scared. And on top of it, this guard just let everyone here know I’m a bitch, a scared little punk. The moment he picked up his pace, I was sobbing. Guess he liked the whimpers and tight in was into it, because he let me have it right there. And the harder he fingered me to unfortunately the more my booty jiggled. He stopped when he noticed, probably the same time I noticed, the inmates that was able to see what was going on, were rock hard and staring right at me. I was quickly used to a cell, didn’t even let me put anything on, just wanted to the hell out of that area.
I lay on the first bed I see, laying on my side, curled up, with my now wet, and sore booty out. Didn’t bother getting u under the paper thin sheet that was on the bed, I just cried till I fell asleep. Another mistake. You know this story is about me and my cell mate lol you guys probably forgot all about that. I didn’t and what he did to me on my very first night I’ll always remember. I’m not gonna end chapter one on a cliff hanger lol I just gotta stop telling the story for a while, I always get sad and scared and mixed with weird emotions all the time when I go down memory lane. I first met my cellmates dick before I knew his name. After all, it’s what he woke me up with for being in the wrong bunk, his bunk. I woke up with what will be the first dick I ever took before deeply implanted in my ass. That night I screamed and cried like I never have before. You’d thought I was getting a belt to my ass, No, I was laying on my stomach getting my ass pounded so hard. To be continued
