Date: Mon, 1 Nov 1999 16:13:45 -0800 (PST)
From: samuel taylor <jared_00_00@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prison Work Boy Diary (Authoritarian/M-M Bondage)

Disclaimer: This story mixes a fantasy fiction and
real experiences.  This is not a true bio-story, just
an
exploration into homo-erotic pansexual latent themes.
If you are offended please do not read.

PRISON WORK BOY DIARY:

My name is Zachery and I am 19 years of age, tall,
lanky, sissy voiced and handsome with long broad nose
apple cheek bones, tawdry hair tangled and shoulder
lenghth.  I take pride in my good looks, however I
feel
too girly sometimes in front of the other jail guys at
Boys'Training Reform Boot Camp's gym.
On orientation day I was cajoled into stealing money
from a popular boy in the program. The other guys said
if I didn't show my masculine toughness my stealing a
harmless amount of money from Jeremy's pants's pocket
then they would steal it anyway and stick me with the
blame as they watch the shit get kicked out of me.
Well I acted tough, even though I didn't really want
to steal, afterwards Jeremey came back from work and
found the money missing.  He accused me right away and
I turn pale with guilt as I pulled out the money from
my shirt pocket and gave it to him, explaining that
the other guys plotted to steal it and blame me for
the theft if I didn't show my toughness.  The
situation was against me as my words turned into a
stammering babble, he lunged up with all his jock
might and grabbed by the hair forcing me on my knees
as he kicked hard in the balls; I crumpled with a loud
puppy dog yelp and then long boyish moan cupping my
tender loins though luckily my tight jeans absorbed
some of his blow.  I lay in half tears as he screamed
"Faggot! Your going to get severe disicpline from the
boot camp instructor.
I picked it up from the ground as Billy the skin head
tough guy who really stole the wad of cash from
Jeremey's foot locker, tossed at my feet.
It just so happens I was going to return it to the
locker when Jeremey came in unexpectedly.
He stormed out laughing in unison with the other guys,
as I lay there in silence. I was committed to reform
school by my parents when they found me smoking pot
and being girlish around the house. I was thrown out
and after which I tried to hit my father which was
more a
slap then an assault which he told the police, I was
sentence two years of reform time.
Moments later the boot camp instuctor and two tall
blond jocks came in and picked me up and handcuff me.
All I was thinking was how I actually liked being
kicked by a handsome jock boy, because it was so
masculine and powerful and I was tall weakingling.
I didn't try to protest, but rather mentally prepared
to undergo a profound transformation. Reform camp was
going to make psychologically masculine.
I am going to recount my experiences which so
enlighted me.
I was taken into an inspection room. The two blond
jocks who wore work uniforms and obey orders from the
commanding Boot camp Instructor.  I will end up
calling him Master.  "Sissy cunt-you stole money from
the
other inmate? Well--we are going to teach you some
manners. STAND UP FAG BOY!" I tried to standing up
even though my balls were still stinging. My master
barked
at the two jock servants " Strip search him!"
This excited me because I love being humiliated by
other jocks. My father would spank me infront of my
brothers when I was younger as a teaching tool not
disobey the house rules. I remember getting a hard on
when I had to stand in front of my siblings.
The Jock boy on the Right patted me down, feeling
through my jeans and chest and armpits.Jock Boy 2
unbuttoned my shirt, and grab it away.
Jock Boy 1 unsnapped my jeans and pulled my belt off
as JB2 untied my shoes and took the off my feet.
I stood in my white socks, white briefs BVD boy size
19-20 and tee. Master looked me up and down and
patted by crotch and chest. I grew a raging hard on.
he ran his fingers around my 28 inch waist and he
slowly wormed his way into my pouch and he tenderly
rubbed me. I moaned. He soft fingers caressed my thin
long face and he blow my longish hair bangs away from
my eyes. Suddenly grabbed my waist band and yanked
with all his might till I was a puppet suspended by a
thin string of briefs wedged up my ass and srunched
against my balls. It caused me orgasmic pain as I shot
aload of boy cum in my briefs. I picked me up so high
I was
dangling for 15 minutes until he suddenly dropped me
as
bag of flesh and bones.
He commanded the laughing jocks to strip me full as he
prepared my enema and body shave. The jocks eagerly
ripped away my tee to rags and pinched my naked
breasts.
I howled and scratched but one jock boy pinned me down
in a wrestler pose as the other snatched my briefs and
snapped them hardd against my sore balls.
"Little fag boy wears--BV-dees let see if they make
him screamy."
Soon I was naked and they laughed at my small pee-pee.
I was forced upon a table stomach down.
Master with gloves, gave me an antiseptic enema. I
tried to scream, but my briefs were stuffed in my
mouth and my tee-shirt rags served as blindfolds. Only
my socks remained on. The enema washed my asshole and
provided proof that i was not hiding any contra band.
I was tried down with my socks as anklets and
handcuffs
on my wrists as i was turned over spread eagle.
Now for the shave. The jocks were good at calming me
by
rubbing my chest and tickling me. One jock rubbed my
pee-pee till I shot agin and again. " It is good to
have out prison boys cumm on orientation day." Master
said." It help with the process of reprogramming you"
I just stared muffled wide-eyed and nodded.
Master carefully shaved my whole body and genitals.
He washed me like a baby. I moan and pissed and shit
all over which angered Master, because he wants a good
clean work boy. " Bad boy!" He slapped my balls.
I cried so hard.  Resist was futile.I accepted, I
submitted to his slapping punishing hand.
Eventually it felt good.So Good.
I was washed and forced again to sit in a plastic
shower chair as the jock boys prepare for my buzz
cut. I was to be a skin shaven bald boy.
This was there favourite part because they loved de-
hairing long haired guys who are deemed sissy.
I liked it to, it was another affirmation of my
masculinity.  I watched my long wet hair get clipped
off and soon I was bald.  After another shower and
thorough drying I was a hairless, skinny work boy.
Now for the best part. The issue of my uniform
and underwear. I was given a prison cot in a room of
other guys. The other guys watched my humiliating
nakedness and prison ritual of being issued clothes.
I was given 6 pairs of white briefs, Fruitof the Looms
size 16. My favorite brand. Socks and Tee- shirts as
well.
I was order to put on a pair. Soon I stood a obedient
boy in briefs and was told to masterbate in bed,
infront of the other guys. I did. It was great. I felt
so masculine as all the other jock guys watch me cum
for the last time. From now on no guys are allowed to
cum because it will disrupt work camp order. Cumming
would be a privilage granted after good hard work.
I was issued my blue Dickies jumpsuit and was told
that I was to fold my briefs and socks military
fashion.
Inspection would be daily, Hard exercises would be
forced to make my frail frame into a strong jock boy
machine.  It wasn't long before I too learn to be a
jock and forgot my sissy ways.
This is my story and I enjoy my work camp I like to
work so hard hauling away rocks and tree branches
chained with other jocks. Some nights we take turns
jerking each other in forbidden cum sessions.
Stay tune for the other installments.

 If you would like to explore brief fetishes, or
boy/master stories email jared_00_00@yahoo.com
i am a slaveboy.