Date: Sat, 14 May 2016 20:21:37 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: Punk : Chapter 1 : I Had Been a Man

Punk
A Story by: Tom Tooluse

Chapter 1: I Had Been a Man

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        My name is Frank Tillman. I used to be a man, now I'm just the
shell of a person. I spend each day in a zombie like world of punishment,
humiliation and subservience. I'm a prisoner in a major Texas Prison. The
guards refer to me as number 564536. But I'm known by all the other inmates
as the prison Punk. My prison name is Sweet Pea.  I'm the lowest of the
low. My prison ranking is below that of the most violet criminal or mass
murderer. My function in prison is to be used by all the other prisoners as
their sexual relief! If a convict needs a blowjob, I'm required to suck him
off. Plus I had better do a great job of it or my head will be slammed into
his cells steel door. If a lonely con craves a nipple to suck, chew or even
bite , as he thinks of his wife's big tits, then it's my nipples he
abuses. God help me if I don't moan in feminine tones and with fake
pleasure as my eyes tear up in pain. I have been kicked down the tiers
stairwell for less. If an inmate needs a pussy to pile drive deep and
painfully into, then it's my hole he uses and abuses. With just a snap of
his finger I had better be bent over, pussy offered and quivering, or for
certain I'll leave his cell with black eyes and missing teeth. Day in and
day out I'm used over and over and over again. I have no say in who will
use me , how they will use me, where and when they will use me or for how
long they will use me. I'm not a man, I'm not a human, I'm the prison Punk.
          I grew up not far from Houston. My Grandfather was a policeman
. My father was a policeman and I had always wanted to be a policeman. At
the age of twenty six I was hired by the Houston Police Force, in the Drug
Enforcement Unit. I was so proud it took an entire week to finally get the
smile off my face. I'm not the most buff muscular man- however I faired
extremely well during all the rookie PE challenges, and tests. I'm white,
6', 195lbs, solid chest with a six pack and nice meaty pecs. My legs are
firm and well muscled, and lead up to a super tight bubble butt. My butt,
along with my 7" cock and low hanging balls heightens , my macho looks when
in uniform. However now days , I walk around in skin tight convict pants
and overly small boxers , which both advertise my availability to any horny
convict or even a few guards. Sometimes a con has me wear women's panties
his wife had sent him Or at times i'm in smelly boxer underwear, that have
been given to me to wear after another con has worn them for two or three
days as humiliation and enforcement of my low status. My old life seems so
very very long ago.
         I guess my life stated to change about two years after I became a
police officer and about a year after I married the love of my life. My
wife and I had been high school sweethearts. From the moment I saw her I
knew she was the one for me. She was on the cheerleader squad and as pretty
as could be. We dated all through high school , and yes I did fuck her- and
often. There is something about a cheerleaders outfit that turns on young
men. After high school she got a job at a local store and I attended a
local college. We saw each other almost every day. It was a given, we would
get married. Life for me was perfect. I was on my way to becoming a cop and
I was eating out the best pussy in town as well as power fucking her till
she screamed in joy !! The day I got the job as a Houston Police Officer, I
couldn't wait to tell her. That evening she greeted me at the door, totally
naked except a police officers hat that she had worn for Halloween. We
screwed like rabbits all night long.
         I was teamed up with one of the best Drug Enforcement Detectives
on the force. Soon we were on the way to making the biggest drug bust in
Texas history. My partner said that we had to take things slow and easy and
gather as much evidence as possible, since a drug operation this size had
lots of money to spend on lawyers and bribes. So for the rest of that year
we just kept a watch on the drug gang and gathered evidence . We both knew
this bust would be huge, probably the biggest drug bust in history. It
would change our lives and make us super stars in law enforcement. But we
took our time gathering evidence and following all the proper rules and
procedures. My partner and I became such close friends that he was the best
man at my wedding , which took place at the end of my first year on the
force. Being young, I was impatient and wanted to make the drug bust right
away , but my partner kept telling me to be patient and just gather tons
and tons of evidence. He didn't trust anyone so he kept the evidence
stashed away at his home.
         My wife and I tried- and I mean every day tried, to have a
baby. But for some reason, nothing was happening. I think it bothered me
more than her. I desperately wanted to be a Dad. One day she saw an ad on
tv for PAL , the Police Athletic League. She suggested I join the group. It
would make me a better cop and prepare me to be an even better Dad. So I
joined PAL and went to play sports with the local kids about two or three
times a week. I must admit I really enjoyed it. Like being a police office-
it gave me a feeling of pride.
       About five months into the PAL program a young mom , Sally Smith
with a 10 year old son, Jacob , joined PAL. She was very friendly and I
felt sorry for her that her husband had left her and the boy alone. Being a
single mom could not be easy. Soon enough I found myself spending more and
more time with her son and even her. I even invited her and her son over to
our home for dinner a few times. Although her son was always on guard and
quite, he seemed to enjoy the time we spent alone together. Soon he would
text or call at random and chat with me and my wife. The two even had us
over to their apartment a few times for dinner. Life was going great. I
loved my police work. I loved my wife. I enjoyed PAL and being a role model
to this young boy. Jacobs mom had won a few tickets to late night Baseball
games. Since the games often ran late she and my wife suggested Jacob spend
the night at our place. He enjoyed himself in our guest room , having free
reign over an entire house and playing games on my new computer. One day my
cell phone was missing, and he even helped me find it. By now I couldn't
wait to be a real Dad and have a son of my own. Finally the big day
happened. My wife had a pair of baby shoes sitting in the middle of the
dining room table. I think I ate half my meal before I saw them. I just
looked at her, she smiled and nodded yes. I jumped from the table and
hugged her. A few days later the doctor confirmed. We were going to be
parents. I was going to be a Dad, and the test confirmed it was going to be
a boy. I would have my own son.
      But then the world fell in on us. My partner was shot dead one night
as he entered the local store he regularly frequented , to buy
cigarettes. It seems the store was being robbed as he entered. The police
found the clerk and my partner dead on the floor ,each shot several
times. His funeral ripped my heart out. To add to my misery his home caught
on fire the evening of his funeral and his home and part of both neighbors
homes were destroyed. The local fire chief said since no one had been home,
a short in a wall socket wire had sparked a small fire that quickly grew
out of control. The home and its contents, including the stashed away
evidence , was totally destroyed. I had lost my best friend and all my
dreams of being a super hero police officer at the same time.
      At 5 am , a week after the fire, and my partners funeral, there was a
knock at my front door. I slipped on a pair of pants over my underwear and
I went down to answer the door. Once I opened the door I found four
officers from my own police department standing on my front stoop. I was in
a daze- I was not awake, and could not understand why they were there. Then
the ranking officer said " Officer Frank Tillman, your under
arrest. Charges of child molestation have been brought against you. Please
turn around."  As he said this I noticed my wife was standing on the steps
behind me. As I obeyed and turned around the ranking officer grabbed both
of my arms and slapped handcuffs on my wrists. He further stated " We have
a search warrant- please direct us to you cell phone , computer and
bedrooms". My wife cried and I was in total shock ! Before I knew it
officers were removing things from our home and I was handcuffed and inside
the back seat of a police cruiser. A car I may have even driven once or
twice. My wife was not permitted to talk to me or even kiss me goodby. I
was in total melt down. How could this be happening, why was this happening
? My life, as I had known it, was over !
        I sat handcuffed in the back of the patrol car trying to make sense
of all this. The ride to jail seemed to take forever. I just stared out the
cars side window at the dark early morning streets. The two officers up
front totally ignored me as they chatted about the one officers sons
birthday party. I was soon going to be a Dad. That could be me up
there. But it wasn't. Soon the car drove into the Houston central jail
booking center. When the car had stopped both officers got out and came to
my side of the car. They directed me how to exit the car with cuffs on ,
and how not to hit my head upon exiting the car. This was all protocol, yet
they seemed so cold towards me. Each of them then grabbed one of my arms
and led me into the booking area. My naked feet and chest were freezing in
the morning cold. As the automatic glass doors of the building slid open, I
had to control an impulse to run. I had done nothing wrong, I was a police
officer, I was sure this would all be cleared up, yet something deep inside
me , told me to run . As I entered the building I was blinded by the bright
lights of the room. Suddenly one of the police officers reached around my
waist, undid my belt and slid it off my pants. I looked at him in
horror. "Just following regulations. Men in your situation are not
permitted anything they could use to harm themselves." Suddenly I felt
dirty. Men in my situation he had said. I had become a them. No longer a
one of us. I was now on the outside of the law. I looked up and noticed all
the police in the room were staring at me. I was a freak- I was on
display. The two officers led me to a women booking officer, who read my
charges to me. She had an obvious look of disgust on her face. I was told
Sally Smith had made accusations that I had violated her son Jacob. I
wanted to scream that I was innocent, but I knew that would do no good. Two
police officers I had worked with in the past walked by. I was about to say
hi, when they both looked down at the ground, ignored me and walked past in
silence. I felt so ashamed. To my surprise my captain showed up, he grabbed
my arm and led me over to a far wall. " Stand there and look into the
camera" is all he said. A few quick booking snapshots and I was done. I was
about to say something to my captain, when once again he took my arm and
led me over to an enclosed cubical. I thought he wanted to get me on the
side to talk to me in private. But once inside the cubical he said " Strip
Boy." I looked up at him in shock. " You heard me- Strip." All arrested men
like YOU are required to be naked and placed in a cell where you can't harm
yourself." He had said arrested men like me. Like me. I felt like crying. I
undid my pants button and nervously pulled down my zipper and took off my
pants. "Now the panties Boy". I grabbed the waist band of my black boxer
briefs and pulled them off. I could feel my very own captains eyes checking
every part of my body. I covered my balls and cock. Upon seeing that he
laughed. "Don't worry Tillman, soon they will belong to someone else. No
need to hide them." A women entered the room. I was in shock again. I
looked up at my captain . " That's the booking nurse Tillman. She's here to
check you out." Soon the women was checking my hair- my arms, even my ass
and balls. I felt like a piece of meat. I felt so ashamed. But not nearly
as ashamed as when she grabbed a camera from the table and started taking
pictures of me naked. " It's proof that no harm has come to you from us
Tillman." "It's proof we haven't mis-treated or harmed you in any way."
"You should know the drill by now boy. " When the nurse finished taking
pictures of my naked body she left. The captain grabbed my arms and placed
them in front of me. Once again handcuffs were slapped onto my
wrists. However this time a leash was attached to the cuffs and the captain
led me out of the cubical by my now leashed handcuffs. He had me walk naked
and in full view of all the on duty police. I'm sure he was doing this to
make a statement to them. Kind of a see what can happen to you if you break
the law. I tried to cover my swinging balls and penis, but the captain
would have none of that. Every time I moved my hands to cover up my cock,
he would yank on the leash and pull me forward. He made sure to parade me
in front of all the others who had been arrested and were sitting waiting
to be booked. I felt like breaking down on the spot and curling up into a
ball- but the captain kept pulling me along- like a slave being led to his
slave quarters. Once we arrived at a steel door marked "suicide holding" he
opened the door, showing me a padded room and a metal seatless toilet. "
Welcome to your new home Tillman." He undid my cuffs- directed me to enter
the room, then slammed the door hard and loud behind me. I could take no
more- naked- and ashamed, I got on my knees and cried like a baby. Why
would Sally and Jacob do this. I had done nothing to them- I was totally
innocent.
       The next morning I was given jail clothes to wear and moved from my
suicide holding cell to a single cell in general population. However the
tier I was placed on was rather empty. There was no one in a cell on my
side of the hall , and only one guy in a cell two down and across the
hallway from me. The guy appeared to be about forty, scruffy and the type
of guy you never wanted to meet up with on a dark deserted street at
night. My lawyer finally visited me , asked me hundreds of questions and
explained what procedures he felt best to use in a trial. He also mentioned
that the PBA had offered to pay for all my trial expenses, however they
were required to look over the evidence before making the offer firm and
final. After my lawyer left- a guard directed me to a visitation room ,
where I could meet with my wife for the first time since my arrest. There
was a glass wall between us, and we both had to use phones to talk- yet I
was thrilled to see her. It was obvious however, that she was using all her
willpower to not cry during out visit.
        Late that night, as I lay in my bunk a guard ushered a young guy of
about 19 into the cell with the scruffy prisoner. The guard told the "kid"
that he would be housed there for the period of his trial and perhaps a
little longer, if needed. I call the young guy "kid", but he was obviously
of legal age to be called a man. However just barely. The kid had been
arrested on drug charges and was obviously scared to death. Like myself ,
it was his first time in jail. By looking at an angle from by cell to his,
I could just make out the kid getting into the bottom cell bunk , curling
up and I supposed, sobbing, as his scruffy cell mate snored in the bunk
above him. Like myself, that young guys life had just changed forever.
         Two days went by before I saw my lawyer again. His face was stern
and very business like. He informed me that after looking over the
evidence, that the PBA had withdrawn their offer to pay for my trial. He
then started explaining his fee structure. The total cost of the trial
would totally wipe out all our savings. Next he dropped the largest
bomb. He had a legal size note paper with a list of 283 items the
prosecution would be using as evidence against me. The list included, many
soiled and stained items of Jacobs clothing, over two hundred naked photos
of Jacob that had been hidden with coding on my cell phone and home
computer. The list also contained explicit emails taken from my computer,
dates of meetings, dirty messages and lengthy and detailed testimonial from
both Jacob and Sarah accusing me of the most terrible offenses against
Jacob. Plus an array of used sex toys that contained Jacobs DNA that had
been hidden in my home. He informed me that the Prosecution had offered us
a deal. If I plead guilty, I would receive a thirty year sentence with a
chance of parole after 10 years. I yelled no way, and vowed to fight this
till the bitter end. I was totally innocent I yelled. With that , I could
here the scruffy guy in the cell across the way yell back " Aren't we all
innocent " and start laughing. I glanced his way and saw he was standing
and laughing , listing to my conversation as he stood by his cell bars. I
also noticed the young kid sitting in fear on the floor in one corner of
the cell. His face was bright red and flushed. "OK- no deal " was all my
lawyer said , as he got up and left.
         All that night I was in a rage. I was furious at Sally, Jacob and
the PBA. I twisted and turned in my bunk all night. Then I heard what
sounded like a hard slap across someone's face. Then another, and another
slap. Them some begging and whimpering. I glanced over to look into the
kids cell. It was very dark, but I could just make out the kid on his knees
on the floor and the scruffy guy stand in front of him. Then I saw the guy
lift his hand and slap the kid , hard across the face. "Now- do it now
boy". The scruffy guy said low and deliberately. The kid shook his head no,
and there was another slap across his face. "Do it now boy, you belong to
me, unzip my pants". The young kid looked down at the concrete floor of the
cell, then back up at the scruffy guy. He lifted his hand and slowly pulled
down the zipper on the guys jail issued pants. "Good Boy, now undo my pants
and pull them down". The boy did as ordered. I was frozen in one spot as I
watched the scene in front of me. It was like watching a train wreak. One
side of my mind said look away- call for help. The other side of my mind
said, No, wait and see what happens next. The scruffy prisoner stood there
in just white briefs, with his pants piled around his ankles. The front
pouch of his briefs jutted forward obviously holding back a massive hard
on. "Now pull down my briefs Boy". I could hear the kid beg softly, "please
no, please no, please don't make me". There was another slap across his
face, and soon the boys hands were pulling the guys briefs down to the
floor. The guys hard on shot forward and the head of his cock poked the kid
in the right eye. He fell backwards , but the guys strong hands caught his
head and pulled him forward again. "Now open that sweet little mouth and
start sucking my cock Boy. It's about time the two of you get acquainted."
The boy was just about to shake his head no, but the man lifted his arm to
smack him again, and the young guy quickly put his mouth over the scruffy
guys cock head. I could hear the man groan in pleasure as the young guys
lips closed around his cock head. "That's a good Boy. With some practice
you will become a real good cock sucking punk for me to use." The guy
grabbed the kids head and slowly started face fucking him. In and out his
massive stiff cock slid into and out of the young kids mouth and throat. A
few times the young kid chocked and gaged, but the older guy never broke
his rythum. In and out he pumped his cock. A little deeper and a little
faster with each thrust. Before you knew it , the older prisoner was face
fucking the young guy for all he was worth. " He it comes Boy ! I'm going
to shoot my cum down your throat. If you dare pull away or throw up , I
promise you I'll break both your arms" Then he let lose with a nice long 7
spurt load of cum down the kids throat. Tears welled up in the boys eyes,
yet he swallowed each and every squirt of cum. "Good Boy. You made Daddy
happy." Said the older guy as he yanked his cock from the kids mouth,
pulled on his white briefs,kicked off his pants and climbed onto his bunk
and went to sleep. The young guy stayed on his knees crying for about a
half hour, then eventually climbed into his own bunk and curled up and
eventually fell asleep. I just lay there all night in shock. I thought
about the scene I had just witnessed. I thought about the fact that I did
nothing to stop it. I thought about my wife, my unborn baby, Sally and
Jacob and my stomach and mind just churned and churned all night long.
          The next day my parents visited me. It was obvious my father did
not believe my innocence and that my very own mother had a hard time
believing me also. They kept asking how there could be so much evidence
gathered against me. I knew in my heart after that visit, that I had lost
my parents , the way they saw me had changed forever. Not long after my
parents left, my wife came to visit. Her face was drawn and she was
pale. She looked as though she had not slept for days. She explained how
she kept getting crank calls and hate mail. How friends had stopped talking
to her. But she vowed to stand by me for eternity. The stress could not be
good for the baby. My heart was breaking.
          Again late that night I could make out the young guy on his knees
as the older prisoner face fucked him. This time , when finished shooting
his cum down the young guys throat, he patted him on the head, like a good
little puppy dog, and got into his bunk and just fell asleep.
         Early in the morning I thought I heard a scream, but then thought
I was just dreaming and flipped over in my cot. Next I heard muffled moans
of pain and the squeaking of bed springs. I looked over into the other cell
and could just make out the figure of the older prisoner, naked, bouncing
up and down on top of the young guy below him. A pillow was held over the
young guys head. Not enough to smother him, but just enough to silence any
sounds he would make. Up and down the older guy pumped, till with one last
deep thrust he bent his head all the way back, looked upward with glazed
over eyes, and let out a loud moan of pleasure and collapsed full weight on
top of the young kid. Nether moved for a few minutes. Then the older guy
got off the younger, grabbed the young guys boxer underwear that had been
torn and thrown on the floor.of the cell. The older guy used the torn
younger kids underwear he held to clean the shit and cum from his cock and
threw the remains at the boys face. "Clean up that pussy now boy. Then make
my bed . OR ELSE " As the young guy got up from his bunk, I could see
bruises on his face and sides. Not sever enough to turn black and blue,
just enough to show that the young guy had been physically persuaded before
he had been fucked. Obediently the boy got out of his cot. The older
inmates cum was oozing out from the kids hole. He wiped his hole clean of
the cum with his underwear, that was already dirty from the older inmate
using it, then made his cell mates bunk and went into the corner and sat on
the floor. Over the next few weeks it became a regular routine. Each
morning afternoon and night the young kid would suck off the scruffy
prisoner. Each evening before going to bed- the older guy would violently
fuck the kid, dump a load of cum up his ass, then jump up to his bunk and
go to sleep. By the time my trial was near an end- I noticed that the the
older prisoner had the young kid so well trained that a snap of his finger
meant he wanted a blowjob and the kid would immediately drop to his knees
and suck him off. A clap of the older prisoners hands meant he was going to
fuck the younger guy. Obediently the younger guy would strip out of his
clothes and bend over the bunk offering his ass hole- or if directed, lay
naked face down on his bunk, ass raised, ready to be plowed. I marveled at
how quickly the older guy had broken and trained his very own sex slave.
      Months had passed and my trial was going very badly. My lawyer just
about begged me to take some kind of deal- any kind of deal. But I flatly
refused all deals. When the trial was in its last two or three days, my
lawyer told me I could be facing anywhere between 40 to 60 years without
parole as a worst case scenario. At hearing this I made two huge decisions
in my now shattered life. My first decision would be to break ties with
Everyone in my life, everyone. I would no longer see or correspond with my
mother, father or wife. I decided that if things went bad in court , the
last thing they needed in life was to be tied to someone serving a lifetime
in prison. My second decision was that I would have my lawyer fill out
divorce papers. I would sign them in advance. If my trial went for the
worst, and I received more than 30 years, he was to immediately fill the
divorce papers. That would give my wife, and soon to be born son, a new
life without me. A new good life, a fresh start.
       All I really remember about the last day of my trial was hearing the
judge say, "Frank Tillman, your a despicable person. A sore on the body of
humanity. Your a disgrace to your badge and all the good police officers
who serve so valiantly. Therefore Mr. Tillman, I'm showing you no mercy or
compassion. I herby sentence you to the maximum penalty allowed by law for
your crime. Your to be immediately taken into the Texas Prison Service to
serve 60 years without condition for parole." The judge then slammed down
his gavel with a thundering clap. I could hear my mom and wife crying in
the background. I almost collapsed on the spot. I remember guards grabbing
both my arms and I turning to my lawyer and telling him to file the divorce
papers. My wife and parents have written hundreds of times since, and even
tried visiting me. On the back of all their letters I simple write. "You
deserve better. " and send them back unopened. Eventually the letters and
visits stopped.
       The two courtroom guards led me by the arm out of the courtroom. As
soon as we were in the hallway, handcuffs were placed on my wrists. Once at
my cell I was directed to strip and put on a jail issued prisoner uniform
along with shower style sandals. My civilian clothes were taken away, never
to be seen again. As I sat on my bunk, my mind spinning from the shock of
my sentence, I could here the slurping sounds of the young kid sucking off
the older prisoner. Seeing me looking at him getting a blowjob he yelled
over " Hey mister innocent, how did it go in court today." He started
laughing and grabbed the back of the kids head to keep his cock from
popping out of the nice tight warm mouth . As he laughed. "What don't you
come over here and suck on my cock for awhile, it will give you some
advance practice for the big house !". Again he laughed. The slurping and
sucking sounds continued till he loudly moaned in pleasure and sank his
cock deep into the kids throat. Squirt after hot squirt of cum coated the
now expert cock sucking mouth. The kid knew by now to stop the sucking
motion, tighten his lips around the base of the cock, and allow the older
prisoners cock to throb , pulse and squirt at will. When finished, the
older guy roughly pushed the young cocksucker off his rod , making him fall
backward. The more powerful older prisoner then spit on the kids face and
said " Get the fuck in your corner you piece of shit fag." The kid did as
directed, but this time he crawled to his corner , as though he were a dog.
          The next morning I was waken before the two in the other cell
could start their morning sucking routine. A guard came into my cell,
handcuffed me , put shackles on my legs and told me to take off my shower
shoes. "They Stay". Was all he said. Prisoners are never told when they
will be moved, no hope of planning an escape I guess. Barefooted I walked
across the cold jail floor and was led to a loading zone where a prison bus
waited for me and ten other prisoners. The bus looked like a school bus,
however there were bars on all the windows. Inside the back of the bus sat
an officer with a shotgun behind a caged wall. In the front of the bus was
a toilet that could not be seen by passing cars, but I'm sure, could be
seen by passing trucks. In front of the toilet was another caged wall
housing the driver and a second guard with a shotgun. We were each led onto
the bus, handcuffed and manacled to each other and the floor of the
bus. Oddly enough, all I could think of was why no shoes on us
prisoners. We were told during the drive, that if we needed to piss or
shit, we would have to do so, cuffed to the other prisoner. I guess
everyone passes on that invitation.
        I never thought to look out the windows to get my last views of a
free world. I spent the entire ride looking at the guards and their
shotguns. Knowing that that gun was for me. I was now the caged animal.  As
we pulled into the prison the slam of the large gates behind the bus
brought panic to me. I wanted to run- to scream - to hide- but all I could
do was look at my handcuffs and the guy next to me, who frowned the second
our eyes met. A prison guard entered the bus, started screaming orders that
I was not listening to , as my eyes took in the protective walls, razor
wire and guard towers. We were unchained from the floor, and still
barefoot, led into the reception building. The guard again started yelling
, but this time it was " Take um off boys!" I looked around at the others
to see we were expected to strip naked, our clothing left in a pile on the
floor in front of us. " Stay in a single file line, follow the painted
stripe on the floor and keep your mouths shut." Was all the guard said as
were were taken deeper into the grey depressing building. As were marched
along the halls naked, our cocks and balls swinging, I could see the other
prisoners laughing, whispering and pointing to us. One large black prisoner
pointed to a younger naked black guy in our line . " That fish is mine, I
claim that tight hole, hear me boys, that one is mine !"  Panic wheeled in
the face of the young black naked new prisoner, but he tried with all his
might to look tough and un-bothered by the comment.
          Still naked we were led to seats by desks were guards asked us
hundreds of questions as they took notes in our folders. Then we were led
to a photographer for face and side shots. After that we were directed to
what appeared to be a very poorly equipped medical room. One by one, in
front of each other, we had to open our mouth and shake our head for
inspection. To lift each arm and show our pits. Then lift each leg and show
the heal of each foot. Then the guard directed me "Lift your cock boy, if
that's what you call something so small. No worries- I doubt you will be
using it much in here- you seem to have other valuable ASSets." And he
laughed. " Now lift each ball boy. Now both. Turn around and bend
over. Spread those cheeks. Wider. Wider. I said fucking spread them boy." I
heard the snap of a rubber glove and felt a greasy finger force its way up
my ass hole. I let out a slight moan of pain. "Better get used to having
visitors back there boy, this is just the beginning," He yanked out his
finger and said, "Now sqat and cough." "Good Boy!" Hearing those last two
words sent a shiver down my spine, that's exactly what the older prisoner
said to the young cocksucker after using him. My red face turned even
deeper red in shame. "It's a new life for you now boy, better get used to
it. It's easier that way." Two strange guards entered the room and called
over the guard who was inspecting me. He showed them my file, all three
laughed and pointed my way. I looked up at them and one of the guards blew
me a kiss. I just quickly looked at the floor again. Still naked we were
led to barber chairs where almost all our hair was shaved off. Then to a
shower room for a two minute shower. At last to a dressing area where we
were handed white Texas issued boxers, top ,pants, grey socks and finally
black shoes. At last were were official Texas Convicts. Property of the
Texas Penal System. My new name was 564536. No longer was I a human, I was
a number.
    A guard told me to follow him. I was led along dingy grey corridors, "
Stay against the wall at all times-- if a guard or official is walking
towards you, you stop and stand with your back against the wall till they
pass. You got that fish ". Said the guard. Not knowing what to do I just
answered "Yes Sir." The guard looked at me- more like evaluating me. "Your
a nice piece of meat, maybe some day I'll be allowed to try you out !" I
had no idea what he was talking about and felt it best to say nothing in
return. We soon approached a large steel barred gate. The guard said
something into his radio and I heard a buzzer, and the gate slid open. In
front of me was my new home. There was a large open day room area,
surrounded on all three sides with a two story row of cells. Each cell had
a blue sold steel door with only two small rectangular windows . Sitting on
stools that were attached to the floor sat about 30 inmates. Walking about
the second floor were 4 or five guys , and standing at their cell openings
were another 7 men. As they heard the entrance gate open, they all stopped
what they were doing and looked at me. No one said a word- they just
watched the guard lead me to my cell. At a cell on the second story,
directly across from mine, I say an unbelievable muscular , shirtless
inmate walk out of his cell and walk to the railing of the walkway. His
body glistening from sweat that coated his chest and hair. I guess he had
been exercising before walking out of his cell. Almost as if they could
read my mind, every man in the wing that had been watching myself and the
guard, now turned and looked up at this scary hulk of a man, then back
towards me. "Soon enough" the guard said chucking, "Now get into your cell-
like a good little boy." The guard was about to walk away but stopped ,
looked back and said " Oh , and thank you for choosing to stay with us,
please let us know if there is anything you need. Like maybe ointment to
rub on battered and bruised areas". Again he chuckled and just walked out
of the wing.  I sat down on my cot- oddly enough the only cot in the cell,
I was all alone, tired and afraid. What do I do next ?
        Over the next few weeks I quickly saw what a living hell prison
was. I saw four black guys jump a guy while he was walking back into his
cell. I had thought they were all buddies, till I saw the fight was no
joke. It seems the guy didn't pay a small debt that he had because of
acquiring Romain Noodles. When the four were done he was out cold on the
floor with blood puddling around him. I found out later that they were
actually his buddies and they were being kind to him with only inflicting a
broken arm and broken leg, they were originally going to kill him,, all
because of a dollar bag of noodles. I often see guys using drugs in their
cells. One afternoon, while I sat alone in the day room, because other
inmates avoided me like the plague, I saw a young white inmate wearing a
shirt tied like a women's halter top and sagging pants. He was walking with
a strong muscle type shirtless guy. As they approached a cell- I could see
there were about 4 guys in the cell- they each handed the strong muscular
guy some commissary goods. The young white guy entered the cell and the
muscular white guy stood in front of the cell doorway, like a lookout. Then
I heard pounding and grunting, and very loud moans of pain. I could barely
make out what was being said in the cell but I did catch a few
sentences. "Take it punk" "Fuck yea- take Daddy's pole- squeeze that pussy
tight baby , make Daddy feel good." Then there were sounds of slaps and
punches. "My fucking turn. Pull out, it's my turn" " Fuck yea- that feels
great." " Now watch a real man at work". I could hear the unmistakable
sounds of flesh on flesh and the groans of pain coming from the cell. About
a half hour later, the young kid left the cell and walked behind the strong
muscular guy. The kid looked like he had been through a war. I could see
bruises on his face. His hair was a mess, and his face had tear streaks on
it. His shirt was on, but open and I could definitely see the start of some
black and blue marks. As I studied the kid further, I noticed he had a very
hard time walking, it was now almost like a shuffle. I couldn't be sure,
but I think I saw a few blood spots forming on the back of his white prison
issued pants. The two of them walked up the stairs and into the cell across
from mine. A cell , that I had learned belonged to Jack Harrington. He was
the overbuilt muscular guy that had walked out of his cell all sweaty the
day I had arrived. I had learned he was the boss around here, the number
one man. It was said that every guard, maybe even the warden, were on his
payroll. Anything Jack wanted, Jack got.
         As my first few months in prison stretched on,life in the outside
world continued. My lawyer informed me my son was born, but gave me no
details. I didn't even know his name. I was horrified and petrified by
things I saw happening around me in prison. Life was super cheap in here
and unless you did as told, by not only the guards, but also Jacks men,
there was a good chance you would be hurt or even killed. Jack ran the
prison gambling, the prison commissary, the punks , and the drugs. If
there's was something you used , played , purchased or ate, Jack had his
fingers in it. I did my best to try to make friends with the other inmates,
of course never letting on what crime I had been sentenced for. However the
guys were cold and short in their conversations with me. Most of the guys
avoided me and won't even let me start a conversation with them. Paul, an
inmate about 6 cells down finally allowed me to have a long conversation
with him on Tuesday. I asked why no one else would sit with me and he
looked around the tier to see who was watching, then said " Because you've
been claimed bud ". I didn't understand what he meant. "Don't you think
it's odd you have a cell all to yourself- no cell mate? Don't you think
it's odd no one has tried to put pressure on you or test you ?" He was
right, but I still didn't understand. Just when he was about to say more,
Jack Harrington walked out of his cell. " I have to go bud." Said Paul and
he left the table and went to his cell.
          The next day, a guard came to my cell and told me to gather up my
things, I was being moved to a new cell. I did as told and followed the
guard across the day room and up the stairs to the second tier. We stopped
in front of Jack Harrington's cell. "Go on, get your ass in there." Said
the guard. I just froze where I stood, like a deer in headlights. " In
there, in that cell, that's my new cell." I asked. The guard just put his
hand on my back and pushed me slowly into the cell. "Bottom bunk is yours-
that locker is yours" then the guard left. I walked to the bottom bunk and
sat on it holding my things. The cell was nothing like the other cells. It
was twice as big, it had a shelf of books, and a modern state of the art
flat screen tv with all the bells and whistles on it. There was even a DVD
player.  On the other side of the room, near the toilet was a set of
weights and exercise equipment. That's where Jack was standing. He wore
only a pair of white boxer underwear, that had become drenched with sweat
as he lifted the weights in his hand. I sat there and watched this God of a
man. Sweat pouring from his body, muscles flexing, his body straining as he
would lift and put down each weight. The room had a strong smell of
testosterone, I guess it was from Jacks sweat. I didn't know if I should
say something or not. Jack just ignored me and kept pumping his
irons. Finally I got up the nerve , and said "Hello- I'm Frank, Frank
Tillman", but Jack just ignored me and kept grunting and lifting the
weights. So I just put my stuff away in the locker I had been given, and
sat back down on my bunk. After about 15 minutes, Jack put down the weights
and walked over to the bunks. I thought nothing of it, since his was the
top bunk. He stood next to me and slid off his now fully drenched
boxers. The man was truly a God. I did my best to pretend I was not
looking, but the guy had round hard ass cheeks like you would see on Roman
statues. His cock was something that I thought only black guys had. It was
soft, yet even soft , it was twice the thickness and length of my cock
hard. His balls looked like he had two golf balls encased in his
sack. Being only a foot from me, the strong smell of this mans sweat was
overpowering. Not in a nasty way, but in that some strong chemical way that
makes your mind cloudy and dizzy and not able to think clearly. Totally
naked, Jack sat on my bunk, right next to me. His sweaty leg brushing
against my white prison pants. He lifted his tree trunk sized arm and
wrapped it around my shoulder, and he pulled me close to him as he
whispered into my ear. " I know who you are Frank Tillman. I know exactly
who you are, and to be more to the point , What You Are. You my little
buddy are a child molester. Do you know what happens to child molesters
inside prison Frank. Have you any idea what happens to child molesters that
don't have protection while inside , Frankie Boy? I was shaking. This
strong, powerful hulk of a man knew what charge I was sentenced on. The one
thing my lawyer stressed the most, was to never- never- never let the other
inmates know what I had been charged with. "But I didn't do it". I
said. Jack lifted his arm and with one thick rough finger put it across my
lips. "Keep quite boy, I'm talking, learn your place real fast boy, or
else". " Do you know what a prison punk is boy?" I just looked up at him in
shock. Jack continued talking " IT , is property. A punk is the lowest of
low in prison. It's not a person, it's a thing. It owns nothing,
nothing. It lives for one reason and one reason only, and that to please
and service its master. A punk is a sex slave for a master and his real men
friends to use. It is property that will suck it's masters cock, lick it's
masters sweat, swallow it's masters cum, even drink it's masters piss. It
is property that will at the snap of a finger, bend over and offer its man
pussy so it's master can fuck it mercilessly. It's a thing that will thank
it's master when it feels it's masters cum being shot deep up its
hole. It's property that can be loaned out to it's masters friends, to
relieve their sexual needs. It's a thing that can be sold to the oldest,
ugliest, toothless drug addict inmate. It will clean it's masters cell,
wash it's masters clothes, and make it's masters bed. It will eat only what
it's master gives it. It will sleep and sit only where it's master tells it
to. And it will never speak unless being given permission." Then Jack took
my head and turned it so we were looking into each other's eyes. " So Frank
Tillman, Child Molester, are you ready to be my punk, my punk for life? I
am your only hope at survival in here pretty boy". My mind was screaming-
in my head I was yelling, never, never, I'm not gay, I will never be a
slave, I will never submit, I am a man. Just then there was the sound of
the wings entrance gate being unlocked and the steel barred door being
opened. Jack looked at me again and said " Come with me, I want to show you
something." Still totally naked, with his body drenched in sweat and his
arm still around my shoulder, Jack walked me out onto the walkway and
towards the railing. We both looked down, and saw a very frightened short
pudgy guy walking into the day room , led by two guards. The inmate was
pleading with the guards " your making a mistake. I'm not supposed to be in
General Population. I'm supposed to only be in protective custody. This is
a mistake, I can't be here." The man was almost begging the guards, yet
they seemed to not even be listening to him. Jack turned to me and said-
take a good look, do you recognize that man. I looked real close, I did
know him. His name was Rod Ferote. He had been locked up three years ago
for a crime spree of molesting young boys. The police believe he had
molested over 25 boys. It was huge headlines in all the papers. "He's a
buddy of yours Frank, another cold molester." Said Jack, and he
chuckled. We stood there , looking down at the petrified man as the guards
left. No sooner did the steel gate lock behind the guards, that five
inmates ran up to Rod. They ripped off his clothes so he stood there
totally naked. Next they dragged him over to one of the support columns and
slammed him hard against it. Rod was screaming and yelling the entire
time. One of the inmates took a rope made from tee shirt material and tied
it around the column and Rods neck. The rope was not tight enough to choke
Rod, but it did make it impossible for him to flee. Next both of his hands
were tied behind his back. The five inmates started punching the totally
naked pudgy man with all their might. Rod was crazy with pain and fear-
still yelling and squirming. Buck, an inmate who was in for three life
sentences without parole on murder charges took a shank out of his
pocket. A pointy sharp prison hand made knife. Rods eyes got real wide. He
shook his bonds and struggled in vain to get away. Loudly, while holding
the shank , Buck said " This is how we treat child molesters ." He roughly
grabbed and pulled forward Rods cock and balls, with one swift slice of the
knife, he sliced them off. Rod went limp, his eyes burst wide open, and he
looked down at his now severed manhood being held by the inmate. Blood shot
out from the gaping hole in Rods body. As Rod opened his mouth to scream,
his cock and balls were shoved in his mouth and a gag ,also made from tee
shirt material, was wrapped around his head and mouth , trapping the
genitals in his mouth. Buck then lifted the knife so Rod could see it
again. This time Buck took the knife and made a huge U shaped slice around
Rods entire stomach. Rods body shivered in trauma and everyone could see
his internal organs pour out from his body where Buck had sliced
him. Inmates just walked to tables and stools and sat down as though
nothing had happened. Rod , twisted and struggled to break free with the
last strength in his body. But soon he went limp and it was obvious he was
dead. Buck looked up at Jack and gave him a thumbs up.
        Jack turned to me. "You ready to be my punk,-- bitch ?" I looked
down at Rod, to the steel gate which never opened to save Rod, to the
inmates below , who were now looking up at Jack and me. I turned to Jack,
and shook my head yes. " Say it boy, say I am your punk, your property
forever." I looked into Jacks eyes, with a shaky voice, I said " I am your
property, your punk forever." Jack gave me a mean stern look , so I added
"Sir". Jack smiled, "Good, now get on your knees and suck my cock". I
looked down at the inmates below and the other inmates on my tier. It
seemed like ever inmate was out and watching us. I glanced down at Rods
dead , still hanging body. I got on my knees and with shaking hands I
grabbed Jacks legs, opened my mouth and leaded forward . I took Jacks cock
into my mouth, I had another mans cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes and
started sucking on his still limp but oversized cock. "Open those fucking
eyes you bitch." And Jack slapped me hard across the side of my head. I
opened my eyes and stated sucking again. My view was of his pubes getting
closer then further away, then closer again as I sucked on his man
meat. The smell of his crotch sweat made my mind go blank. Then I heard the
entrance gate unlock and open. Suddenly there were alarms going off and
guards charging into the day room. Orders were barked- " Get down- everyone
hit the floor, " everyone, including Jack and I were laying flat on the
floor as the guards undid Rods body and removed it. Jack looked into my
eyes as the commotion below continued. I could see in his eyes the smug
look of victory, he had made me his punk- his property- his piece of
meat. I now belonged to another man, forever.
         After the guards had cleaned up the mess, checked all the cells
and rounded up the inmates involved in Rods murder, we were allowed to go
back into our cells. But Jack said no. He just stood up next to the
railing, looking down at me- he just snapped his fingers and pointed to his
cock. I got on my knees, and looked around. About half the inmates had gone
into their cells, the other half were looking up at Jack and me. It was
obvious- Jack was making a point it all the others in the prison wing. He
was saying- this punk bitch is mine. I can make him do anything, it belongs
to me. Look at how I can humiliate the punk and have him suck off his first
cock , right out in the open, in front of everyone. I leaned in and once
again sucked this muscle Gods cock into my mouth. Even though it was only
half hard, I still had to struggle getting it in deep enough to satisfy
Jack. He kept muttering - "You fucking low life scum bitch cock sucking
whore fag, suck that cock in deeper. Show your master how much you enjoy
swallowing your masters cock. How much you enjoy slurping on a real mans
cock. A cock that has fucked so many pussies and a cock that shoots piss
and cum out of the slit your tongue is making love to." Dame I never really
thought about it, but that very cock I was sucking on , as other men
watched, had been shoved deep inside pussies and probably other punks
asses. That cock I had in my mouth unloads forceful yellow streams of acrid
Jack Harrington's piss every day. It's the cock this man has made babies
with. It's the cock that produces his hot gooey white cum, and now it's in
my mouth. Suddenly Jack got impatient with me. He roughly grabbed both
sides of my head and fiercely started face fucking me. His massive cock got
harder and harder. My jaws ached from the size of this invading monster, I
felt like my throat was being pounded to shreds, and I couldn't
breathe. But Jack didn't care, I was not another man like him. I was a low
life, cock sucking FAG thing, for him to use and enjoy, no matter how much
it hurt or humiliated me. My eyes were watering from the punishment my
throat was getting. Larger and thicker his cock grew. The pain was
intense. Then there was the realization that I could no longer breath. Jack
just kept face fucking me - hard- deep and fast. But I could no longer
breath. His grip on my head grew tighter. His hips pumped forward faster. I
was going to suffocate on this mans cock. I couldn't breath. Jack didn't
care, he had just had another man killed so he could have this and hundreds
more blowjobs from my mouth. I was going to die from Jacks cock. My mind
was in a panic. My vision got blurry, my head faint. But then I felt it-
thick rope after rope of man cum being shot into my mouth. Jack was cumin
in my mouth. I knew instinctively that I was expected to swallow my
masters- my owners, load. I gulped the cum down, with my very last few
breaths. But no matter how hard I tried, some of Jacks cum still leaked out
of my mouth. Jack still held my head with his left hand but let go of my
head with his right. Then I felt it- a stabbing punch to my side. Then
another. "Swallow all of that cum bitch- you hear me"! Jack said as he
punched my side again. I did as ordered- I swallowed all of my owners cum-
how low I had sunk in life. I was willing to do anything to survive in this
place, to not be brutally killed like Rod had been.
         Jack pulled his now limp cock from my mouth and pulled me up by my
ear, and guided me into our cell. Once inside our cell- Jack just left me
standing by the bunks. He grabbed a waste basket and walked over to my
locker and opened it. He took out the shaver, toothbrush, and toothpaste
and threw them on the bed. Next he grabbed all my personal belongings and
dumped them into the wastebasket. My jaw dropped open. I was about to yell
for him to stop. What was he doing- how could he do this. But my mind
quickly stopped me- this was a man who had just killed a man to get a
blowjob. I was not going to argue about him throwing away my underwear-
socks and uniforms. Jack turned to me and said- "strip punk". I did as
ordered. Along with all my other clothes and personal belongings, Jack had
me also throw the uniform I was wearing into the trash. Jack then fished
around for what was left in my locker. It was a small shoe box that
contained pictures of my now ex wife and family members , as well as my
legal paperwork. Now I had to speak up. "Sir", I said with a shaking voice,
their my only family pictures and my court case papers, Sir." Jack quickly
turned and looked at me as he held my box in his hand. His eyes focused on
mine. Then he just dropped the box into the trash. "You no longer have
family, Punk. You only have my cock to attend to and worship. My cock it
your life from now on- Got It Bitch ? I shook my head yes. "And get it
through that fucking stupid brain of yours, you no longer need legal
papers. Your never getting out of here Punk. Your entire life- from now
till the day you die, will be sucking cock and getting fucked by all the
prison inmates. When I leave here, I'm passing you on to one of my home
boys, and when they leave, their passing you on also. Start realizing your
going to be in here forever, forever FAG, you will live and die in here ,
with a cock down your throat and one up your ass!" My hands were now
shaking and I just looked down at my naked feet.
          "Now let's get a few things straight Punk" said Jack. I looked up
at him.  "You will always call me Sir. You will clean the cell, make my bed
and do my laundry. You no longer own anything. Nothing. If by chance
someone sends or gives you something- it's mine. Your commissary is
mine. Your food tray , is mine. What I leave on your tray , you may eat. It
won't be a lot- however you will be swallowing a lot of protein loaded cum
each day, so you should be fine. A buddy of mine will bring in your new
uniform later. You will only wear that uniform or any other clothes I give
you to wear. The only underwear you will ever wear again will be underwear
other inmates have worn for days or have jerked off on. You will never
speak unless given permission. You will do what I say immediately. Any
hesitation on your part will be punished. You will always deliver the
greatest sexual satisfaction to me and anyone I give you to. If myself or
others don't feel you have not done your best to satisfy us, you will be
punished. After sex you will always thank the real man for using you. You
are never to touch or play with yourself. Your cock belongs to me. You are
never to cum unless I give you permission. If your caught playing with
yourself, or if you shoot a load without permission , you will be
punished. You will hold onto my , inside out pocket when we are in the day
room or on the yard. Unless told not to. And last but not least, you will
never stand when in the room or sit on any bunk. Furniture is for men, not
punks. You will always sit on the floor, in the corner over there next to
the toilet, where you belong. Now get your punk ass over there in the
corner and sit down." I was no longer a man, I was Jacks dog. I walked over
to the corner and sat down on the cool prison floor, just inches from the
toilet were Jack would be pissing and shitting as I sit.
       Like the naked sex slave I had become, I sat quietly on the floor in
the far corner of our cell while Jack worked out with his weights. As time
went on, I found myself staring at this God of a man. His body was more
perfect that a statue. Muscles bulged from both arms. His chest was tight
with a perfect six pack. His legs were like perfectly molded tree
trunks. He was the perfect Dominate Alpa male , and he owned me. Soon the
cell was filled with the manly aroma of Jacks sweat. The smell was like a
drug to me. Again I became light headed, the room spun and my senses
heightened. I was so intent upon watching my owner, my master, my new God,
that I didn't even notice the two white inmates who had walked into our
cell and we're now talking to Jack.
        "So this is the new punk. It didn't take you long to Turn Out this
one". said one of the guys. "She sure is a pretty thing. Have you given
her, her new punk name ?" Jack said no, that he was still thinking about
just the right name for me. The other inmate was the same guy I saw
standing guard as the group of inmates USED the young kid the other day. He
carried with him two brown bags. Looking at him Jack asked " Did you get
the commissary payment from the guys who used the punks this week ?  Are we
still getting $5 for a blowjob and $10 for a fuck on the younger punks?"
The inmate holding the bag shook his head yes, but then added " From the
two older punks were only able to get three cigarettes for a blowjob and a
bag of noodles for a fuck." Jack looked a little upset and added. " Yea
we're going to have to get creative to make more off their asses. Perhaps
allow the guys using them to get more sadistic with them or give a discount
if two cell mates want to double penetrate the punk. We will think of
something to make the older punks more profitable. Is the new punks uniform
in the bag?" With that the guy handed Jack the bag containing my new
uniform. "Hey bitch, put this on.' yelled Jack as he threw me the bag
containing my new uniform. "And make it quick." Inside the bag was a pair
of bright pink shower shoes, I guess for everyday use. There was a pair of
black regulation shoes and grey socks that looked like women's issue, not a
mans. There was a pair of white pants but only size small, and the top
button was missing. At the bottom of the bag was a white shirt, but even
though it had buttons, the two bottom ends were knotted. Last of all there
was a single pair of used tightly white briefs, size small with a one inch
tear along the back and a crusty yellow stain in the front. I looked up at
Jack in dismay. "Fucking stand up and get dressed fast bitch or I'll come
over there and punch some sense into that shit brain of yours." I stood up
and slid on the underwear. They were so tight I could barely get them over
my hips. When finally on, the yellow crusty patch covered my cock which now
bulged in the front of the briefs, displaying a perfect outline of my cock
and balls. The fabric hugged my ass cheeks so tightly it was like a second
skin. The tear in the briefs lined up perfectly with my ass hole. I looked
over at the three men who were watching me get dressed. The two inmates had
started slowly rubbing their crotches. Not enough to be obvious, more of an
unconscious act. I pulled on the socks which were thin and dainty like a
women's. Next I put each leg into my new pants. My legs could just making
it in, stretching the fabric to its max. They were as tight as a bologna
skin on me. The waist of the pants only covered about two thirds of my ass,
showing plumbers crack at the top back. The zipper went about three fourths
of the way up, then could go no further. I had to clip it down to lock it
in place or it would have undone itself. With no top button, the pants
would never be fully closed, always showing an open V shape at the front,
allowing sight of my briefs and the hint of the outline of my cock
head. When on ,the shirt covered about two thirds of my chest leaving the
top exposed where buttons were missing and the bottom exposed where the
sides were knotted. Like the pants, the shirt was bologna tight and you
could almost make out the points of both my nipples. "Perfect said Jack,
just perfect". I wanted to cry. I looked hideous. I looked like a cross
between a man and a badly dressed overly advertising hooker. Jack snapped
his finger and pointed at the corner, like a good bitch, I sat back down,
which was not easy in these undersized clothes.
             The other inmates eventually left. I sat in my corner doing
nothing, while Jack read or lifted weights. Twice he got up and took a
piss. Both times his stream was strong. Yellow urine shot from his cock
with such force that it splattered against the toilet, allowing some of it
to land on me. Jack never even glanced my way. When finished he shook his
cock, this time causing a few larger droplets to land on and wet my uniform
a little. A buzzer sounded and a guard yelled," lights out in half an
hour." Jack started getting ready for bed. In just his boxers, he walked
around the cell like a king in his castle. Finally saying to me, "strip
down to your briefs and get into your bunk." I did as ordered. Jack walked
over to me, fished his cock out of his fly. "Suck it punk.". I propped
myself up on one elbow , took Jacks cock into my mouth, and gave my master
his second blowjob from my newly Turned Out lips. Soon enough Jack was face
fucking me fast and deep. Then came a load moan of pleasure, and cum
spurted from Jacks cock and into my mouth. After about the 8th spurt, Jack
just pulled his limp cock from my lips and wiped it around my face, coating
my face with saliva and cum. He put away his cock, and jumped up onto his
bunk. Soon the lights in the wing went out. I lay there on my bunk,
thinking of the day's events. By body started shaking uncontrollably. What
had I become, what was I doing to just survive. Tears welled in my eyes. I
could hear Jack snoring, and the sounds of bunks squeaking , faint grunts
and slurping sounds from other cells. This was my new world, my new life.
       For the next few months my life became rather routine. Each morning
Jack would jump down from his bunk and stand before me. I would dutifully
suck his cock as he would insult and sometimes rough me up. I would then
watch as my master would take a shit and a morning piss. Then as Jack got
ready for breakfast , I would make our bunks and clean the cell. Dressed in
my punk uniform I would hold Jacks pocket and we would head to the mess
hall where I would endure cat calls and insults. Once seated Jack would eat
his food and about half of mine. However Jack was correct about me
receiving plenty of protein . I was swallowing at least six loads of my
owners cum each day. All in all my life wasn't that bad. Being Jack's punk
bitch kept me safe. While violence surrounded me and danger was all around,
no one dared try anything with me, Jacks boy. The days were full of doing
Jacks laundry, helping him organize and use his weights, going out to the
yard, watching tv and DVDs. Jack was so powerful inside that in contrast to
everyone else's, Jacks, and my, cell was like living in a hotel room, with
all the luxury . However my mouth and throat would be ravaged by Jack at
the drop of a hat. Sometimes he would face fuck me in the middle of one of
his sweaty work out sessions. Other times as I sat in my corner and read,
he would knock the book out of my hands, and face fuck me so hard that my
skull would bang against the cell wall. The only time I ever felt truly at
rest was when Jacks wife or family visited. That hour or so gave me a
precious break from being on call. Most of the day or night Jack just
ignored me. To him I was just a cum rag, that sat on the floor, ignored and
only used when needed.
         I received my one and only visitor, my lawyer. You should have
seen the look on his face when he saw me in my bitch punk uniform. A wave
of humiliation hit me hard. I didn't know what to say to him. However he
broke the silence and said "I guess they found out you were sentenced as a
child molester?" I shook my head yes. " Have you hooked up with a protector
or are you, a, um, a, um, being used by all ?" I turned red in the face and
told him I had a protector, and that life wasn't that bad, but was curious
if there was anything he could do to move me or help me. "I wish I could
help you in some way Frank. But now that your the property of the state of
Texas, you have no rights. Your a modern day slave that can be used in any
way. When Lincoln freed the slaves, the government didn't free all the
slaves. The 13th Amendment has a sentence in it that makes you and all
prisoners slaves of the state. It reads----"Neither slavery nor involuntary
servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have
been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place
subject to their jurisdiction.". "So I'm afraid Frank, Texas owns you. In
every sense of the word, prisoners are slaves, slaves of the state." Again
I looked down at my feet. Feet that wore women's socks and women's shoes. I
never thought of myself as a slave, but I guess I really was. I had become
a slave for the state of Texas, and a sex slave for Jack. My lawyer
interrupted my thoughts. "The reason I'm here Frank, is to let you know you
divorce is final. " It was now his turn to stare at the floor. "Plus , I'm
sorry to say Frank , but all your requests for appeals have been turned
down." With no hope of parole and no hope of appeal, you will have to serve
out your full sentence." I couldn't breath. It was like someone had punched
me in the gut. My blood rushed to my head, and I got dizzy. All I could do
was to mutter the words "60 years."  Still looking at the floor, my lawyer
said yes. Then he asked if there was anything else he could do for me. I
just shook my head no, and he got up and left. No sooner did I get back to
my cell, than Jack grabbed me by my ears and gave me one of the meanest,
rough, face fucks of my life. "Suck that fucking cock you piece of shit fag
punk. Suck this real mans rock hard cock, you pussy bitch. Suck it deep."
With that Jack shoved his cock extra deep down my throat- I gasped and
chocked on his high meat, and started pulling off of it. "You fucking
bitch," and he slapped me over and over across my face. "Don't you ever
pull off your masters cock- your going to pay for that later!" He grabbed
the back of my head and held it as he deep power fucked my throat. Soon I
could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as rope after rope of his man
seed flooded my mouth and throat. I swallowed his entire huge hot load of
cum, then he tossed me on the floor like a pair of dirty used underwear. I
crawled to my corner by the toilet and started to very very quietly
cry. Jack put a comedy movie on the tv and , propped his feet up and
laughed his ass off.
      The day wore on as Jack drank sugary fruit punch boxes one after the
other as movie after movie played on TV. But all I could do was to sit on
the floor, silently sobbing , thinking of my new life as a bitch cock
sucking slave for the most powerful, scary, convict in prison. A life that
I would spend in prison till the day I died. 60 years, how would I ever
survive. Then came the lights out warning. Jack snapped his fingers and I
stripped down for bed and got into my bunk as Jack got ready to receive his
bedtime blowjob then a restful sleep. The lights in the wing turned off ,
Jack positioned himself in front of me. I leaned forward and took my
masters already hard cock into my mouth. I sucked and tongue massaged it as
though it were the most wonderful thing on earth. I worshiped his hard cock
with every action I could think of that would give him pleasure and help
erase the error I had made earlier by backing off Jacks cock as he face
fucked me. God I hoped Jack had forgotten about that. Jack was giving me a
slow, rhythmic face fuck this time. He was enjoying my warm tight lips,
juicy mouth and small tight throat entrance. Soon enough I could feel Jacks
balls tighten and draw upwards, a sure sign his was about to cum. Then
there it was- the moans of pleasure from his lips as volley after volley of
bitter man juice exploded into my mouth. My nighttime feeding of Jacks
protein. The last squirt of cum was nothing more than a dribble of cum
oozing from his cock heads slit. But unlike any other blowjob, Jack did not
release his grip on my head, nor did he pull out his now thick but
obviously limp cock. Instead he tighten his grip on the back of my head,
making sure my lips were tightly pressed against the root of his cock. "
Now for your punishment and new job punk." I didn't know what Jack was
talking about, but the word punishment could only mean something bad for
me.  I felt a tiny trickle in my mouth, could Jack be shooting a few more
ropes of cum so quickly? Then the trickle increased. How could one man have
so much cum. Then the trickle was a squirt, a squirt of an odd flavored
liquid. Jack let out an AHH sound, then he said. Let one fucking drop of
this leak from your mouth and you will wish you had never been born." Then
another, stronger squirt. Oh GOD NO. Jack wasn't coming in my mouth, he was
pissing in my mouth. The squirts of piss became stronger and each lasted a
little longer than the one before it. In fear for my life I drank down ever
drop of this brutal masters piss. Jack was enjoying the sensation, as he
released his bladder in my mouth his groans of joy and release were similar
to the sounds he made while shooting a load of cum. "You enjoying that
fucking piss of mine punk ? I sure as fuck hope so, because from now on
your throat is my new urinal. I'll never have to stand over that steel bowl
ever again. Your my new toilet FAG." It took every bit of concentration and
effort to swallow fast enough to keep up with Jacks piss stream. " You
enjoying yourself down there piss swallower ? Are you enjoying your owners
sweet piss, punk.? I drank lots of punch, you should be thanking me for
sharing it with you bitch. Drink every drop of your masters sweet pee ,
bitch. Enjoy that fucking hot, real mans, sweet tasting pee. Nod your head
if your enjoying my gift to you punk." I knew I had to nod my head. I knew
how a punk was expected to comply with his owners demands. To respect his
master in all ways. I nodded my head yes. " Yes, drink it up bitch, drink
my fucking sweet pee. Fucking dame I like that- I really like that
bitch. From now on your new name in prison is Sweet Pee !" Soon Jacks piss
stream ended, he released my head and climbed onto his bunk and fell asleep
fully content. As for me, from that night onward I was called "Sweet Pea"
by all the inmates. That is until one day in the Day Room, Jack put on a
show for the guys and used my mouth as his personal urinal. Making sure his
cock was a good foot from my mouth , so every single inmate could watch his
arching piss stream leave his cock head, arch in the air and land with
force into my open and gulping mouth. Jack announced to all " You shit
heads have been saying my punks name all wrong. Jack patted me on my head
as I swallowed the last of his piss. Sweet Pee here is not a vegetable,
it's a toilet !" And Jack and the whole tier started laughing. Soon enough,
all the inmates started calling me by my true given name , Sweet Pee , not
Sweet Pea as they originally thought. It sounds exactly the same, but one
is far more humiliating and painful to hear, because in my mind, I now knew
every single inmate knew exactly what I had become, and what I was. Exactly
what Jack had planned.
             In just a few months I had gone from being a respected member
of my community, a loving husband , father and son to a cock sucking , piss
drinking prison bitch . Jack used me more roughly each and every day. At
times I would be his punching bag, and face slapping bitch. At other times
he would enjoy humiliating me by having me crawl to him in crowds and gulp
down his piss and cum. My face red with shame and body lightly bruised, I
found myself more and more wishing to worship this God of a master. I
should have hated this man with ever ounce of emotion in my body. Yet as
Jack would work out , I would sit in my corner on the floor and watch his
muscles ripple and sweat bead up. I would wonder how soon before he would
allow me to lick his sweat, suck his cock or drink his piss. I found myself
craving this mans attention and body fluids. At times while sucking Jacks
cock- he would tell me to open my mouth and look up. In his mouth he would
form a huge glob of spit and spew it into my open mouth. Rather than being
revolted, I would savor it like a fine wine. I found myself being let down
when Jacks cum load was just average and there was less of his cum to
swallow. I don't know how he had accomplished it, but somehow Jack had
truly turned me into his worshiping slave.
        Then that fateful day arrived. After a particularly strenuous and
sweaty workout in our cell, Jack told me it was time for him to start
fucking my pussy. He told me to strip naked and bend over the steal desk
stool in the cell. I did as ordered and got naked as Jim looked for
something to use as lube. I soon would truly be his bitch. Being in prison,
there would be no such thing as condoms. My master, would take his huge
stiff alpha male cock and just shove it deep up my hole and fuck me for as
long and as hard as he wished. Then string after string of his hot cum and
man seed would bust into my ass and coat the very insides of my body. The
thought of what I had become and would be, the thought of the pain and
humiliation of it got the best of me. For the first time ever , I spoke to
my master without permission. " Please Sir, please don't do this to me. I'm
begging you Sir, please don't fuck me. Please." Jack turned and looked at
me. He started walking my way. I was certain he was going to punch me in
the face for being so disrespectful to him. My body stiffened in
anticipation of the pain. But Jack simply walked past me. He got a large
8x10 photo out of a folder on his desk and handed it to me saying " So what
do you think Punk, should we hang this up on a wall here in the cell ? Or
perhaps we should hang it in the day room." I looked down at the
picture. It was a photograph of me in my policeman's uniform. My face, name
tag and badge as clear and visible as could be. "So bitch, what do you
think. Should we hang it up ? I'm sure all the other inmates would really
enjoy seeing this. After all their so fond of policeman, especially the
kind that molest little boys. Dame ,, Rob was just a common , run of the
mill pervert, you on the other hand, your special, you were a cop.Im sure
they will treat you extra special." I knew when I was beaten. I walked over
to the stool and bent over, offering my master my man pussy to fuck. I was
surrendering my last bit of manhood to this man. Jack walked behind me. I
could here the lotion bottle open and it making a squirting sound as Jack
squeezed out some lotion and rubbed it on his cock. Then I felt jacks large
rough fingers applying lotion to my hole. I jumped as one of jacks fingers
were inserted into my hole. But Jack didn't pull it out. He just slowly
moved it back and forth till I found my body bucking back against his
finger. "That's a boy." Jack said, "Work your hole on my finger, it will
make it easier on you. And listen up bitch. I don't give a fuck about your
feelings or your pain. So don't confuse what I'm doing now as kindness. If
I just ram by cock in deep and hard now, as I will always be doing in the
future, I'd tear that hole of yours to shreds. You have never had a cock up
your pussy before , so the linings of your hole would be torn and bleeding
in no time. I can't have my bitch wasting valuable time in the hospital
mending a torn pussy, when my bitch should be here , pleasing its owner !!"
Jack then pulled his finger from my hole and placed the head of his stiff
cock against my now pulsing hole. I could feel the pressure building
against the opening to my hole. Suddenly the head of Jacks cock popped into
my hole. A jolt of pain unlike anything I had ever felt , shot through my
body. My mind went numb, and my head bounced backward and lights flashed
across my eyes. Instinctively I tried to pull away from the invading
monster. But Jack was way ahead of me. His strong powerful arms held me
firmly down, as his tree truck legs kicked my legs further apart. " Try to
relax the best you can. The pain will end as your hole gets used to my
cock. Until then, use your ass muscles to push open, like your taking a
shit. My cock is bigger than other guys, so it will take time for your hole
to get used to it." Jacks words of advice did little to stop the pain. I
wanted that cock out of my hole, but there was no way, I could not budge to
move away from it, no matter how hard I tried. Then Jack started making
very slow jabbing motions. He would pull his head out just a tiny tiny bit
then push it right back in. This teasing motion once again got my hole to
start pulsing. In and out Jack jabbed his cock head, till I realized it no
longer hurt. Jacks slow magical pumping took my hole along for the
ride. Soon , more and more of Jacks snake was inching it's way deep into my
body. I was powerless to do anything but breath in and out with the rhythm
of his thrusts. Then I felt it- I felt Jacks pubic hair grinding against my
ass. Jacks cock was inside my body, all the way inside. His cock head was a
good nine or ten inches deep inside the center of my body. He was in a
place no one had ever been. That same cock I sucked, that same cock that
shot out a acrid yellow piss, that same cock he mercilessly fucked his
wife's pussy with, was now buried deep up my hole. I was now truly Jacks
Bitch ! Jack started pumping his cock in and out of my hole. Pulling it all
the way out, leaving just the very tip inside, then pushing it back in till
his pubic hair ground into my butt. In and out he thrust, groaning and
dripping beads of sweat on my back. A bell went off in my brain. I was
enjoying this. I was pushing back each time Jack pulled out, trying to trap
his cock inside me and not allow it out. I wanted my master, my God inside
me. Jacks trusting increased. I could hear the sound of flesh pounding
against flesh as he fucked my hole raw ! Then there was a very deep
thrust. It felt as though his cock was so deep in me that it had moved
organs around. Jack let out the loudest sex groan I had ever heard from
him. In my pussy I old feel his cock throb and bounce and there was a warm
sensation as his cum was shot into my body. His moaning lasted awhile, then
he collapsed on top of me. His sweaty muscled chest stuck to my back. We
had become one, I could even feel his heart pounding as he lay on top of
me. He stayed like that a good three minutes, then like a dog fucking a
bitch in a back alley, he just got up, yanked his cock roughly from my ass,
went to the sink washed off and turned on tv. I was still bent over the
stool, not knowing what to do next. I could feel my owners warm cum
trickling from my hole and running down my leg. Jack yelled to me. " Get
that God dame ugly ass out of my face punk before I shove my foot up there
you disgusting whore. Get the fuck up and clean yourself off and sit in
your corner till your needed again bitch. " he picked up a used drink box
and threw it at me. My hole felt empty- it needed something to fill the
void left from Jacks cock. I stood up, only now aware of the pain my ass
was in. I cleaned up and sat in my corner. From that point onward, Jack
fucked me at least twice each day. Usually once in the afternoon and once
just before bed. The good night blowjob was no longer needed, Jack would
just deposit his load up my hole before going to bed.
        Jack truly owned me in every sense of the word. I yearned for his
cum, the flavor of his spit, the fullness of his piss and the glory of his
cock pounding hard into my ass then gifting me with my masters cum. No
puppy dog could have ever been my respectful and anxious to please it's
master. I was there in a second to willingly almost pleadingly do whatever
Jack wanted. My entire life revolved around pleasing this man. Then came
the unexpected. After sucking Jack off one morning and drinking his morning
piss load, Jack handed me a piece of paper with a name, time and cell
number on it. I looked up at him, not understanding. " "How fucking stupid
are you bitch? It's about time you started earring your way in here. From
now on I'm renting you out to 5 or 6 guys a day. You will please them the
way you please me. Today at 3pm your going to cell 33 and getting fucked by
Bob Disario. Be a good bitch or else you will be one sorry little punk."
Bob Disario was the most disgusting inmate on the tier. He was about 50
years old, weighed around 360lbs, had sores and pimples all over his body
and stank since he rarely washed. Knowing Jack, I was sure he selected Bob
as my first client to test me, to see if I would rebell. This I could not
do. I could not become a real whore, selling my mouth and pussy to whoever
or whatever wanted to use it. Plus I felt crushed. I thought I was Jacks
and only Jacks property, but that proved to be a false assumption on my
part.  "But Sir" I had to be careful now "Sir, do you really want others
using me, not knowing what they may have, Sir". Jack looked at me. "Good
try bitch. But I know the medical history of every single man in this
wing. Every man in here is clean, I've seen to that.  Bob is no beauty
queen , And your no man, your a Punk. All you should care about bitch, is
that I told you to do something , so you do it.  Bob has a cock and balls
between his legs. That makes him a real man, unlike you. God made you a
Punk Bitch, so your place in life is to please and serve real men."  I
didn't want to be turned into one of those prison punks , forced to serve
every man ordered to serve. To be sold for cigarettes and twinkle
packages. But Jack was going to quickly turn me into the newest tier punk
whore in his stable. As my mind spun, trying to think how I could get out
of this, Jack once again walked to his folder, this time taking out a small
photograph. " Crawl over here punk !" Jack ordered. It wasn't common for
Jack to make me crawl like an animal. I looked at him , then sank to my
knees and crawled to my master. When I arrived he patted me on the head,
"Good Boy. Now look at this, I have something to show you. I think it will
make your translation into prison prostitution easier. I bet soon you will
be begging me to set you up with tons of men each day. I'm sure by now your
mouth and pussy are just begging for more cock." Jack handed me the
picture. My eyes suddenly filled with tears. There in the picture stood my
ex wife, standing in front of a small house holding our son. My son. The
son I had never seen before. My eyes were glued to the face of my
child. "Enough of the picture, turn it around and look at the back." I did
as ordered. There on the back was an address, the address of where my wife
and son lived. "Do I need to spell it out to you Sweet Pee ? I really do
totally own you bitch. Now, no more wasting my time with this foolish
talk. You will do everything and EVERYONE I tell you to. We wouldn't want a
mishap to befall that pretty little lady and her child, now would we ?" I
stammered, the word mishap sticking in my brain. "No Sir." Jack snapped his
fingers and motioned for me to stand. I got up and he took the picture from
me. Then gave a quick forceful punch to my stomach. I doubled over in
pain. I felt as though I would throw up.  "That's for questioning me
punk. Now get ready for chow. I have to see how many others want to use you
this week."
         My life as a prison punk was now set. I doubt there is a single
inmate in my entire wing of the prison who hasn't fucked me, had me suck
their cock, or drink their cum or piss. A very few are nice while using me,
but the fast majority see me as a thing they have paid to use, and they are
as rough and demanding as sex starved men can be. I have been beat, gang
banged, fucked and face fucked, even fisted once. The humiliation and abuse
I live with each day is beyond imagination. I am a piece of meat that Jack
sells. I have had to suck off a row of Cons in the yard as guards pretend
to ignore it so later they could tag team fuck me. I have had the fattest,
ugliest inmates make me swallow their piss and like their ass holes
clean. Sometimes gangs will get a group of guys together in a cell and get
height. When totally wasted they will pass me from one home boy to the
next, twisting my nipples and squeezing my balls as their buddies rape my
hole or face fuck me till I'm about to pass out. Worst of all, I'm usually
sold for a few bags of chips or less. Im thankful for the fact that I still
live with and am used continually by Jack, but I am also used by at the
very least, 9 or more other guys a day.  There are days my pussy hole won't
close up when I go to sleep, and the cum from the inmates that have fucked
me that day, slowly drips from my gaping hole. Jack sells me to most of the
inmates for profit, but uses me as a gift to his homeboys and a few of the
guards that do him favors. I must always show , each and every man ,the
ultimate in sexual pleasure or punishment is swift and painful. Jack has a
very dark side and some of his goons are down right sadistic. I don't know
why, but as each day passes I am more and more drawn to Jack. My desire to
serve and please this man is all consuming to me.
        As Jack and I sat in our cell today, a guard came over to inform
Jack his family was here for a visit. He was told to hurry up and follow
the guard. This particular guard often does Jack favors and has been
rewarded with my mouth and pussy many times. Just last week he and another
guard pounded away at me , tag team style, in the guards changing room for
over an hour. When finished they both pissed all over my face and cloths,
then led me back to my cell that way for all the other inmates to see. Jack
got up from his bunk, obviously excited to visit with his family. As he was
leaving the cell, Jack suddenly turned to the guard and asked if it was OK
for me to join him during his visit. It was a mute question, because Jack
wasn't really asking the guard for permission, he was telling the guard
that I was joining him. "Sure" said the guard and Jack just snapped his
fingers and I got up from my seat on the floor and walked behind Jack
holding onto his pocket like a good little Punk. I had no idea what was
going on. Jack had never extended me any kindness. Jack had never confided
in me or even held a general conversation with me. Now I was going along
with him to meet his family. Me, this prison punk in a white prison shirt
made to look like a women's blouse, wearing tight pants that showed my
stained extra small briefs and advertising my ass crack . Me the Prison
whore bitch, in my grey women's socks and shoes, was going to meet the most
important people in Jacks life. Perhaps he did have feelings for me. We
entered the Visitation room , a place I had rarely been to and was led by
the guard to a table with four chairs. Jack sat down on one chair. Not
knowing what to do, I looked at Jack and he motioned for me to sit in the
other. Our backs were to the door. I looked around the room at all the
other inmates. They all seemed so happy. They played with their children
and hugged their wives. I so wished I could be like them, but that would
never be. After about 10 minutes I heard voices behind us saying "Hi
honey. Hi Dad" It must have been Jacks family. But as they walked in front
of us to take seats in the two empty chairs, my heart sank and my blood ran
cold. My eye started to twitch and my hand shook out of control. Now seated
in front of me was Sally and Jacob. The very two people who had destroyed
my life forever ! Jack turned to me , and in a voice loud enough for Sally
and Jacob to hear, said " You will sit in silence bitch. Don't you dare say
a word you fucking fag whore punk. My family just wanted to see how their
favorite child molester was doing in prison." I couldn't move a muscle in
my body, I was in that much shock. Jack had said Family. Sally and Jacob
were Jacks Family ?  " Dame Dad, it didn't take you long to Turn Out this
punk. He looks so cute. Do you fuck him every night Dad ? Does he suck your
cock Dad ? Do you sell him to other guys like you do all those other Fags ,
Dad ?" Sally turned to the boy saying " Now quiet down Jacob, there are to
many people listening to you in here. You know Frank does all those
degrading things Jacob, you have read all of Dads letters. We have
explained this to you in detail. Some men are born to rule and control,
other men aren't really men, they were born inferior, and exist simply to
serve and worship the real men. You know , a real man, like Daddy, has
needs. God gave us Punks, like Frank here, to service and relieve those
needs, it's only natural. Since Mommy can't be in here for Daddy, it's
Frank's job, that's why God created him and his kind. And according to
Daddy, good old Frank here is one of the all time best punk bitches Daddy
has ever owned. He's a natural." Jack tuned to Sally , " Now Sally, you
know Frank's new name is Sweet Pee, we never use that "F" name anymore."
Daddy, does Sweet Pee, really do everything you tell it to do."  Sure thing
son, watch this. "Sweet Pee, get out of that chair, only humans sit in
chairs, sit on the floor." Right there in the middle of the visitation
room, I did as ordered and got out of the chair and sat on the floor, by my
masters leg. "That's great Dad. That's so funny."  Soon the conversation
turned to family matters and I was forgotten about. For , what seemed like
the longest hour ever, I sat on the floor like a dog as Jack chatted with
his family. Children, and wives in the room would look at me and
giggle. The guard eventually announced time was up and Jack gave his wife
and son a goodbye kiss and the guard directed us to leave. But Jack made
sure there would be that one last bit of humiliation, and he pulled his
pants pocket inside out and had me hold it as we left the room. That caused
Jacob to start laughing as we walked away.
      My mind was in a daze. What had just happened. When we got back to
the cell, Jack told me to strip naked and he did the same. "Well , Sweet
Pee, you look a little puzzled, so I think I'll have you suck my cock while
I explain things to you , and that Pea brain of yours." Saying Pea made
Jack laugh. "Then when I'm done explained, I think I'll give you an extra
special rough hard pussy fuck, kind of a celebration of the family visit."
Jack walked over to the weight bench that he used and spread his legs wide
giving me easy access to his cock and balls. I crawled to Jack and sucked
his cock deep into my mouth. " It's like this Sweet Pee. Without knowing
it, you and your cop partner had gathered enough evidence on me and my gang
to shut down our operations for good. Well I couldn't let that happen, now
could I!"  Jack was holding my head and forcefully moving it up and down on
his cock as I sucked him off. " You see Sweet Pee, my operation is not just
inside this prison. Hell this is a very very tiny part of it. Being in
prison has in no way hurt my control over a vast operation in the real
world. Drugs alone bring me in millions of dollars in profit, not to count
gambling, illegal goods and something you know a little about, called male
prostitution. You would be amazed how much money Fags are willing to pay to
use another FAGs mouth or hole. I get real big money selling nice young
tight muscular 18,19 and 20 year old whore fags. Best of all, It's really
easy to get these guys to sell. First I get them addicted to drugs. Then I
give them no choice, but to sell their bodies so I can make money off them,
or else they get no more drugs. Since I control all the drugs in the area,
they have no other outlets to get the drugs from. As soon as withdrawal
sets in their begging me to hit the streets. Hell almost all of them are
sucking cock and getting fucked in no time at all. The few that say no, get
Jacks special training. I have them arrested for drug possession. Easy
since I give them the drugs and I have a few cop buddies. Once in jail I
have them placed in a cell with one of my " special trainers." Remember the
kid and the older con in the cell across from yours in jail lockup. Well he
was one of my trainers, and a good one. The kid had said NO to selling
himself. So I had him arrested on drug possession. Soon enough my jail
house trainer "persuaded" him to see it my way. After that short stay in
jail, the kid is now one of my most profitable fag whores." Jack was now
moaning in pleasure as I tightened my lips around his cock. " So you see
Sweet Pee, you and your partner had to be disposed of and the evidence you
collected destroyed. Killing your partner was easy. A couple of bullets in
your partner and a couple of bullets in an innocent store clerk, and it
looks just like a store robbery. Then burn down the house where the
evidence is hid. Have a fire Marshal say it was wiring, and just like that-
the problem is gone. Gone except for one thing-- that one thing was - you,
Sweet Pee. We couldn't have you killed also, that would have look to
suspicious. There would have been an investigation." My mouth was now
bobbing up and down on Jacks cock faster than ever before. Jacks balls were
starting to tighten in their sack. " So Sweet Pee, the question became, how
do we kill Officer Frank Tillman, without killing Officer Frank
Tillman. How do we get rid of you forever, without actually killing you.  I
then came up with a brilliant idea, if I must say so myself. We needed you
to be dead to the world, totally discredited for all, time, and made into
something that no one on earth cared about or would ever listen to. What, I
ask you, what , could be more perfect than making you a child molesting
prison inmate fag bitch punk whore ! "  Jack was now squirming in pleasure
as his cum was boiling in his balls. " You see Sweet Pee, since I have
always been involved in crime, Sally never took my last name when we got
married, nor did we give it to little Jack. By the way, Jack is the
nickname for Jacob, which is my real first name. My son is a chip off the
old block. He is just like his Daddy. He is already selling drugs in his
school and will someday inherit my business. It was so easy for Jacob and
Sally to gain your trust. Planting evidence to frame you was a piece of
cake. Hell Sally and Jacob had a great time doing it. Once convicted,
society did the rest of the work for me. Even in the Free World, Sweet Pee,
child molesters are at the bottom rung of humanity. Even the hint that a
man may be a molester, destroys him for life. No one on this planet will
ever trust you or listen to you. Add to that the fact that your a prison
bitch punk whore, and your doomed. Having you as my fag punk, is icing on
the cake. You can never ever testify against me. It would just sound like
the complaining of a jilted prison fag Punk. Not a sole will ever listen to
you or believe you. What's best of all, not only did I FUCK up your life
forever, for trying to close down my operations, but now I get to literally
FUCK you ever day.  Dame I love the irony." With that Jack pulled my mouth
off his cock, had me bend over the weight bench and in one swift shove,
buried his cock all the way up my pussy. I let out a groan of pain. Jack
punched me in the side a few times to add to my misery. Then he started
power fucking me with all his might , slamming his cock deep into me, then
yanking it out, only to repeat the cycle over and over again. Jack then
added.  " My plan doesn't end here punk. I have even greater plans for you!
In a few years down the road , when your son is nice and grown up, I'm
going to see to it that he gets hooked on drugs. Then I'll make him one of
my FAG whores. I'll have my son personally train him. Then I'll get him
arrested and sent to prison to be a punk, just like Daddy! I'll make sure
he gets sent to this prison in this wing.  Hell, Sweet Pee, I'll see to it
that he becomes your cell mate. A real father son bonding experience. Then
I'm going to sell the two of you as a father and son Punk pair to all the
inmates and guards, and make a fortune. Just think of all the good times
the two of you will have mercilessly getting fucked, raped, gang banged,
tag teamed, licking ass, drinking piss and getting face fucked." Jack
fucked me more violently as he said this, pounding my body and head roughly
against the bench. He was using ever bit of raw animal strength he had, to
give me the roughest fuck of all time. As he shot his 9 spurt load up my
hole, Jack let out a loud yell that could be heard throughout the entire
wing of the prison. As he fell on top of me , sweaty and exhausted, he
simply whispered in my ear " I love this shit."