Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 12:33:07 -0800 (PST)
From: samuel taylor <jared_00_00@yahoo.com>
Subject: Diary of Prison Work Boy #2

Note to my readers: Thank you all who responded to my
serial debut!
I utterly apologize for the numerous errors that
are in the first installment. In my rapid story
weaving typing craze, I forgot to inspect for
imperfections.

disclaimer: my fiction is a mysterious semen that
in no way reflects the proper ejaculation of the
immaculate conception! if you are repulsed, then
do not look at my pieces's powerful homoerotic
laten-pansexual gaze, rather stare at the floor.
disclaimer 2: email stories by nature are
linguistically-raw-because i have ignored traditional
sentence/grammer rules-hence flaws are sometimes
present.

My Diary of A Prison Work Boy: 2

Well my adjustment to reform camp is going to plan
according to my reprogrammization schedual. I wake up
at 6:00 am stand at attention, in my briefs, file in
line with the other guys into a open gym room for 5
laps around the perimeter, before getting my daily
ration of insults and slogans: "You are a masculine
machine, reject your girlish side!" I watch other guys

break down in tears because they can not stop being
feminish.  Those guys are separated from the rest of
the runners, and led to a room for morning wash-up.
The older jock guards take pleasure in beating them,
as they strip and then hose them down like rag dolls
huddled naked togather in the cold sometimes warm
water. They are then force to stand in line as they
are marched back to the bed cots, where they are to
stand for Master's inspection.  Master walks up and
down with a boy hungry smile ready to pounce on an
unexpected boy who's bed, or foot locker was in
disorder.  The rest of us who continue to run are
force to do physical exercises till we grunt, then
shower and stand along side the sissy boys. I was no
longer a sissy boy according to my progress report,
but in someways they missed reprograming my ability to
hide my sissy self. I adopted the jock stance and jock
walk and jock voice " i am a Jock cadet!" Actually if
they ever
catch me writing this secret diary and read this I
probably will undergo hormone therapy and possibly
castration and be a neutered slave girl-boy.
I know why my father sent me here. He wanted me to be
a soldier and not a nurse, though i was a very good
nurse when he fell sick. I think he resents me for the
fact that I could take care of him better than my mom
did whom he never really loved any way. Because he
wouldn't
give up his fear that perhaps he was weak himself and
she was stronger than him, but selfish. She couldn't
waste her precious time being the role mother when she
wanted her independence. She made more money tha he
did. He was a failed businessman/vet.  I got caught in
between because I was the youngest of three boys, all
who are much older and fucked up in their own way.
I know that I looked towards my older brother as my
father than my real father because it was Patrick who
taught me about puberty. I watched him jerk off and I
sometimes helped, not because I am a fag, but because
I like the beautiful ritual. He had a fair sized
member,
very nicely shaped. I remember washing his cock,
because I wanted to be a nurse he was my soldier
wounded in a battlefield. We used our dad's uniforms
and our play guns. I would be the enemy, he the good
guy, after I "shot" him I ran into the bathroom and
changed costumes and came out a nurse.  We had great
fun. My bother was my role model.
After breakfast, we had to change our briefs and tee's
sometimes the jocks, would put Ben-gay in the crotch
of the sissy boys and Master would grope them and
watch as the burning sensation took hold.  I was clad
in my FOLS
and brought down for an interview.  This was the most
humiliating experience-- i was forced to hang on hook
by my waist band as a living art piece. The Jocks
poke me and tickle me and watch get a raging hard on.
My interview was test of my faggotness. If I got only
less than five hard ons during the session, then that
was a sign I become less and embarrased and limpid
infront of guys.
The jocks guys got hard ons regardless, only because
were sexually turned on by having the power to
discipline me.-------My semen was collected for the
Mars colonization. This was a secret, but because I
am very pretty and Jock looking my genes are precious.
---shit this jock guy guard is coming near me from
across the room I must abort my journal writing for
the day!
I use a book about mechanics as a cover.
I also have a crush on him who is also studying to be
auto mechanic assistant---bye for now!