Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 02:29:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: jailbird of a feather

		    Jailbird of a feather by Aihu Fist
				 part one


-Undress and leave your things on this table, the grumpy guard said.

I tremble in fear. I was in alone with this man. I was vulnerable; I had no
rights only duties. I was fuming inside for the humiliation I went through.
Just before, I had been kept in solitary confinement in a cell with no air
and no furniture except for a tomb like stone. I had paced up and down the
square space talking to myself.

-Come on move it, shed your clothes, I haven't got all day, he insisted
angrily.

I took off my ring, my watch, my wallet with all documents which I needed
out there, they were of no more value here.

As I stood in my underwear waiting for the next order, he barked and
pointed to the space behind me. There was a curtain.

You take a shower there and put on these.

He handed me my prisoner's outfit: A grey jacket with grey trousers.

-No belt, give that to me as well. Here is soap, you have five minutes.

I grudgingly accepted the pile of clothes and disappeared in the shower.

Not even three minutes I was in or the curtain opened up.

-Enough water spilt, get out.

I was shocked and afraid.

-Sign here, he said.

So I signed a paper saying that all my belongings were with the prison.

Now go to the end of the corridor and wait for the guard to come and get
you.

I trudged along leaving him behind with my precious things. The grey suit
felt awful. I had only a vest and whit Y fronts under it. They must have
been made in the fifties.

I stood in front of a long corridor two meters wide with a metal door made
of bars separating me from the cells that were on both sides.The door swung
open and the guard spoke through the door: A new inmate is coming in!

-Your number is 258, where are your papers?

-At the reception, sir, they still got them.

The guard smiled viciously.

-I'll get them, wait here.

Within five minutes he was back from the administration room to where I had
left my arrest papers and in which everyone could read what I was in for: I
was accused of child pornography. The man said nothing but pushed me hard
in the back.

-Up the stairs, quickly!

The prison was a 19th century building with wrought iron all along the
staircase. There were three floors. The fat door opened up and inside I met
with three more men. The guard threw my blanket and sheet on the floor.

-Pick it up filthy pedophile, he said for everyone to hear.

I froze up and shivered through my spine. The door slammed shut. And I
stood there glued to floor with my back to the door. One looked much older
than me with an ugly untrimmed mustache; the other two were younger than
me. The older one was very chubby and sat smoking a cigarette in a two tier
bunk. The younger Slavian looking kid sat above him and the third one
occupied the bunk opposite him. I was to take the lower tier under the
third.

-So, a pedophile, huh? The older guy said and approached me pulling at his
fag. We haven't had fun for a long time in here, isn't it boys?

-Absolutely, the others replied in choir.

He blew smoke in my eyes making me wince.

-Oh, a non smoking child molester. You don't smoke anything no?

-No, sir, I stammered.

They all laughed. The other two got off their beds jumping onto the floor
and joined the big guy.

-I think we have something to smoke for you here, and it is free for you.

I bowed my head and looked at my shoes in shame.

-You would like to see the goods, child molester?

I didn't answer. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't, I was about to shit
in my pants.

-Look at me when I am talking.

He grabbed my chin and pushed it up.

-How do you do it pervert? How do you get to screw a boy or was it a girl?

-A boy.

-A boy? Double perverted you are. You love asses then, the very young
unspoiled asses, so tight you get an orgasm from it?

The boys behind him giggled and whispered something.

-Wait, the chubby guy said.

-Well what a surprise, we like tight asses too, actually we like pussies,
but since we have run out of it and they are not available here we must
accommodate our tastes a little bit. Now let me see, you are what...
twenty-three something? Not old yet, like my brothers here behind me,
though they are much younger than you. Who of you would have the biggest
shlong of the house? Show him your engines boys.

The boys whom I reckoned were like nineteen or twenty opened up their fly
and got something in their hand which was the double size of what I usually
sucked on.

They were kind of tanned but stood tall like maize in their fingers.

-What about you?

-It is too tiny. I retorted.

-Really? Let us have a laugh.

I didn't move a centimeter. I was stiff scared and couldn't get a hard on.
It was all shriveled up.

-Boys, help him out a bit.

-No, please no, don't hurt me.

But those words didn't deter them. They grabbed the white string which kept
my trousers up and pulled it down. Next went the Y fronts and I didn't
resist.

When my underwear hung over my knees they took off my jacket too.

-It is sleeping? You don't like playing with big boys? But they are barely
three years younger than you?

I want to see how big it gets. Come on pull your cock up, let us see what
you can do. We won't hurt you, we are your friends.

I looked in his face and saw a smirk of traitor. He was not a friend ever!

I slowly pulled my foreskin down and up and down until I got hard. I got
real hard and stood twenty centimers tall pointing at the ceiling.

-Gosh, what a virile man you are, look at him, look at the size, the chubby
one said and straight went for his own crotch squeezing it hard.

-And this motherfucker goes into a wee tiny boy hole? You must be joking.

I would love to try it. What about you boys?

Both nodded their heads violently.

-What are you waiting for?

The boys grabbed me and flung me in the corner behind my bed.

One spread my feet apart; the other held my arms against the wall.

Not a second and I felt the burning stinging penetration moving up my
spine. He sighed hard and loud as if he was an asthmatic.

He heaved so hard in; tears were rolling over my cheeks.

-I have you bitch; you will do as we say whatever time of the day. I skewer
you on my big cock thrice a day or in the night. And I will aah aaah
...shit.

He came too precociously. His friend pushed him a way like a mad beast.

-My turn, my turn. First you suck bitch, first you suck my cock.

He pulled me down by the hair over his fat rape engine until I had made so
wet he was ready to poke inside me. The chubby guy didn't wait long before
he propped his boy's degenerate dick in my mouth.

-We are so lucky, aren't we, boys?

-Yeeees, they all cheered.

-Now let's not make it too long before the warden sees it.

I couldn't utter a sound; they did all the talking in my place and filled
me with rape cum. It hurt, it hurt and they laughed. At last both came
slapping their loins, he in my face the other up my ass until they pulled
out and pushed me down on my bed.

-Take a rest, you will need it, chubby said.