PRISON
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My career as a prison guard started a long time ago when I was in the
Air Force.  Very few people know about the Disciplinary Rehab Center
outside Nashville, Tennessee, and I suppose some would be shocked if
they did know.  Yet I feel it is a necessary function of the AF and
other branches of the service to be sure the real fuck-ups don't get
back into the civilian world without having had some rehab training and
discipline.  The AF sends a lot of 91s and officers to the center, along
with washed out pilots, mechanics, officer candidates and just ordinary
Joes who may constitute a threat to US or AF security because of their
actions.

It was a tough job to be a ranking EM there, as we were charged with the
responsibility of keep these guys under cntrol at all times -- at least
in my section.  The Center processed all men going through NRC and my
Special Unit housed and controlled all the "hard cases".  We had to
resort to some severe methods of discipline with these boys, most of
whom were from 19 to 26 years old.  The Special Unit had 200 men who
were considered incorrigible and who had been pulled out of the usual
retraining.  Some were really bad news! But they had to be whipped into
line so the AF could discharge them without a big stink being raised in
Washington.

We organized the 200 into groups or "wings" in AF jargon, consisting of
approx. 30 men apiece.  Each group had a barracks of its own with an
armed guard at each of the two entrances and two more guards in the
shower room.  I was the NCO in charge of a barracks with 20 to the worst
offenders.

In my quarters I had closed circuit TV so I could see into any part of
the building including the small recreation room and the showers.  The
men slept in double-deck bunks, and guards equipped with regulation AF
restraints -- leather -- which appeared to be ready for instant use, but
which we had been ordered never to actually put on any of these hard
cases.  They were only to be used as a threat because the head
psychiatrist said they could cause claustrophobia and only make the
"patient" more violent.  Not being able to use them made our job all the
harder.  There were also two AF medical orderlies on duty at all times.

Where I had my most trouble was in trying to get some of those young
hillbillies to take orders.  They got into the AF by mistake, fresh from
the West Virginia hills and plains of Texas.  All were really built, but
without brain one.  Most of the Texans, who were bigger than the other
guys, were aggressive and needed the most attention.  Doc Smith, or
Captain MD, believed in the theory that a lot of heat subdues a man.  I
didn't really agree, but I had to go along with him.  We had a good
temperature regulating system designed by the medics for riot control.
On any given day, we usually had anywhere from six to ten of those 19 to
22 year old Texan boys being disciplined.  They had to lie on their
beds, hands and feet pressed to the four corners.  We turned the
temperature up to about 98 degrees and had some of the other prisoners
or "detainees" as we called them, strip them down piece by piece.  We
couldn't use the restraints on them like I explained, but they didn't
know that. We told them that if they didn't obey, we'd strap them hand
and foot and leave them that way all night.  What might happen to them
in the dark when they couldn't do anything about it was frightening
enough to keep them in line.

The heat at times was wild -- dry, due to the climate, but too high for
anyone to wear any clothes.  The Texans were used to temperatures like
this, and even though we made them lie there spread-eagled and naked and
holding on the bed rails, they didn't seem to mind.  We had a group of
trustees, the studs who gave us the least trouble, be the ones who would
swing the thong guards at any Texan or hillbilly who didn't cooperate.
While these guys were being controlled and had to stay in place without
moving a muscle, the trustees used various devices on them...clips on
their tits, hot candle was on their bellies or groins.  And naturally
they paid especial attention to the genital areas.  See it was against
the rules for any of them to get a hard on and if they did they knew
they were going to get punished.

Of course the trustees and orderlies delighted in getting the Texans
excited so they could administer this punishment.  Well, between
feathers, hot salad oil and various lubricants, plus rubbing alcohol it
was something to see... half a dozen young, really built Texans and
hillbillies, all stretched out tight and hanging on to the bed rails
until the veins stood out all over their arms and chests and every one
of them with a giant hard-on which meant they all had to be punished.  I
had to admit, some of them didn't mind too much depending on the guards
on duty...also the general mood of the group. Usually the trustees would
strip down and stand beside the Texans beds.  The room would be so hot
the sweat would run down their bodies and drip off the ends of their
rods.  They'd give the Texans orders, like telling them to lick the
water off of their pricks.  If some guy wouldn't do it, the trustees
might piss on him.  There would be more punishment for this.

I've seen times when up to six or eight Texans and hillbillies were made
to stand at the foot of their beds hanging on to the rails, stretched
back as far as they could with their feet spread wide apart.  An orderly
or trustee wold stand between the guys legs and whip his ass until it
turned so read it looked on fire.  All the while the sweat was pouring
off all of them and the more they whipped those Texans, the bigger and
harder their irons would get.  They'd have raging hard-ons that bounced
around beneath their tight flat bellies every time the trustee smacked
them.  Some of them had balls that would hang down so low they'd slap
the end of the guys dick as they swung against it. I've seen them cum
that way, too, just hanging on the bed and getting their asses whipped
while white cream shot out of them in spurts like it blasted from a jet
engine.  They'd have to get down on their knees and lick it up, of
course, and then get back in place against the bed.

Sometimes I'd see a trustee shove himself right tight against one of the
Texan's ass.  I'd know he was hiding his hard-on, because they weren't
supposed to have them either.  But with all those naked bodies moving
around you really couldn't tell who was doing what.  I'd be as hot as
they were from watching it so I couldn't say anything when he'd shove
his cock right into the guy he was disciplining.  They were all so
sweaty that's all they'd need for a lubricate. I guess they figured I
wouldn't be able to see what they did on TV.  If I did see it, I had the
choice of letting the trustee go on working over the hillbilly or I
could make them change places so the guy who'd been the boss had to take
the same shit from the guy he'd been giving it to.

One night after I had been gone for a while, I casually turned on the TV
to make sure they were all asleep.  The trustees were playing an
interesting game. They had six guys standing spread-eagled at the end of
their bed and six more kneeling with their mouth at cock height.  The
trustees whipped the asses of the standing hillbillies while the
hillbilly was being sucked by the guy kneeling on the floor.  The guy on
the floor had to make the standing guy cum. The standing guy was not
supposed to cum, however. If he did cum, he got 30 more lashings.  If he
did not cum, he got to kneel on the floor and the guy that was sucking
him took his place standing there getting his ass beaten.

I learned a lot from the Air Force in that position and I really got
into the science of discipline.  When I was finally discharged, I
decided to take a job at a local medium security prison.

This prison, like all prisons, was a subset of society and all the
hangups and problems of the outside world were concentrated and visible.
A guy either had to be strong enough to take on the whole joint, or find
someone who was. A good looking young guy had to punk for someone to
protect him or he was open game and his ass would be used at will by all
the prisoners. At least if he had "protection" he would only have to
"give his booty" to a few "favors".  There was a young good-looking
blond kid that came in one day...couldn't have been much over 18, but
must have been just old enough to be sentenced as an adult. When he
walked in, the hall became silent. You could have heard a pin drop. All
eyes were on him as he was escorted to his cell. I knew this kid was in
for a hot time tonight and sure enough.  One of the trustees came to me
and asked me for a favor.  To keep things quiet on the block, I
frequently look the other way.  The men are a lot less hostile if they
are not quite so horny. So that night as I made my rounds, I
ACCIDENTALLY forgot to lock the kids cell and a couple of others for
that matter...just too many cells to keep track of! The cons realized
they were unlocked and decided to visit the kid and welcome him to the
joint. Judging from the screams and moans, I guess about a dozen guys
welcomed him with throbbing cocks.  The kid never came to me complaining
though, I guess he knew better.

In this prison, all the inmates have jobs.  It keeps them busy and quiet
and cuts down on expenses.  A couple of jobs are less desirable so I
usually give them to the new guys (or young pretty boys).  One job is
cleaning the toilets and the other is cleaning the showers.  Since one
tier or another is constantly in the shower, the kid would have to take
his clothes off and with soapy water, scrub the shower walls and floor
on "all fours" while other guys were taking their showers.  Admittedly
seeing some cute stud on his knees bent over with that brown spot
shining and begging for use is hard for some con standing under a shower
with a soapy hard on to resist.  It takes forever for these guys to
clean that shower...they are constantly getting reamed by some inmate.
It does keep morale of the inmates high and if the kid gets out of hand,
you simply threaten him with shower duty.

The blond kid, Mark, was being harassed every night, by the end of the
week he must have taken the dicks of every con in the block.  Finally he
sought protection from a dark haired Italian guy named Tony.  Tony was a
muscular stud with at least 9 inches judging from a time I saw him
plowing another kid in the showers.  Once Mark and Tony made a deal,
Mark was no longer fair game and I had Mark transferred to Tony's cell.
Mark was delighted and thought he would finally get to sleep one night
for a change. Tony had real S/M tendencies and he really "got off" on
punching a guy out. That night when the lights went out, Tony told Mark
to drop his pants and bend over.  Mark had to PAY for the protection.
Mark hesitated.  Tony got annoyed at the hesitation, after all, he was
protecting him from getting banged by every other con.  Totally without
warning, Tony reached out an punched Mike in the face.  Mike was caught
off guard and couldn't get back on his feet before Tony hit him again.
Again and aga in Tony punched the kid, each time his dick getting harder
and harder. Finally the kid stopped resisting.  His face black and blue,
he just laid there while Tony ripped off Marks pants and plowed the 9"
without lubrication the full length up Marks ass.  There was a whimper
of pain from Mark, but after pulling train all week from the other
inmates, he wasn't exactly tight. Every night this would go on...Tony
knocking Mark around as fore-play for a heavy fuck session.

One day all the cons were in the yard and Tony walked up Mark and told
him to go with Charlie over there.  Charlie had paid Tony two packs of
cigarettes to have Marks ass for a while.  Mark balked.  He had just
come back from giving his tail to another con just so Tony could have
some smokes and Mark wanted a rest.  Tony really got pissed at Marks
refusal and immediately started beating Mark with his fist.  Another
guard saw the fight begin and blew the whistle.  Within seconds there
were a dozen guards breaking the two of them up and taking them away.
Mark had to be taught a lesson.  What the inmates do among themselves at
night that we don't see, we don't care.  But if they break the rules
during the day and incite other inmates, that we punish them for.  Mark
would have to be taken "down stairs" for some punishment.  I admit I was
looking forward to this.

There were three rooms: the first had showers off one end with an
examination table in the center of the room.  Here the man would be
shoved under a shower by a guard wearing hip-length boots and a rubber
coat.  If necessary, the prisoner would be scrubbed with a long-handled
brush.  Then he'd be taken out, following a very hot rinse, and required
to dry himself in front of a warm air stream.  Following this, he'd be
taken to an examination table and hoisted up made to lie on his back.
The doctor, my friend Mack, would check him for hernias, heart
condition, the usual ailments and would then roll the man over on his
stomach.  The prisoners butt would be wiped with a cloth soaked in
alcohol.  He would be pushed to his feet and taken into the next room.

The man would be ordered to stand in front of an operating room rack to
which a two quart can of hot yellow sudsy water was attached.  The
guards got off on filling the can with piss when they knew someone
special was coming down for discipline.  The officer on duty, again in
rubber boots and coat would require the prisoner to bend over and spread
the cheeks of his ass.  We didn't use a rubber "hard tube", but rather a
soft number 40 catheter which would be shoved all the way up the con's
ass.  It was a real groove to watch the big officer grab the con by his
shoulder and ram the tube up his ass with a single thrust.  The clamp on
the tube would be released and the "water" would flow until a gurgle
would indicate the con's body had taken all it could.  He would be
ordered to retain the water until he was told to let it go.
Disobedience would mean an extra whipping.  When the con straightened
up, the officer would make a note of the time and require the con to do
ten minutes of deep knee ben ds.  If he let even one drop of water out,
he would get another ten whippings...and I have never seen one yet that
could hold it. After this he was directed to a seat-less toilet and told
to release the water.  It always came out in a rush because Doc Mac had
determined that the best enema was a Fells-Naptha flakes, really cleaned
them out!! .  A come-along would be attached to the right wrist by a
uniformed officer, who always led the con at arms length for fear he
might have s ome shit left in him which would spew out onto the officers
shiny boots. The man would be dragged into the next room where the
whippings were given.

The first man into the room would see half a dozen more uniformed
officers gathered around a leather (gymnast's) horse.  We wore state
police uniforms, although two or three were always stripped to the
waist.  We purposely retained grim expressions as the con was led to the
horse and strapped into place by a convict attendant, who would rub more
alcohol across his naked backside. After this the convict would see
nothing except the boots of those of us who stood in front of him.  He
would be strapped so tghtly that he couldn't move to see a wider range,
but that soon made little difference to him.  There'd be a sudden whir
behind him and the strap would land against his trembling skin. Another
whipping had begun.  The officers prided themselves in being real "sharp
shooters" with that whip.  The con was tied with is legs spread apart
displaying his asshole in full view.  A favorite game among the guards
was to see how often they could hit the brown spot with the whip without
touching t he rest of his ass. It took a lot of practice so there were a
lot of cons that had red asses anyway, but you could tell from the
scream when you had hit your mark right in the center.  Sometimes all
the officers would leave to get the next prisoner except for me and
another friend.  After whipping some poor kids ass until it was
bleeding, we would plow our rod into that begging hole...if it was good
enough for the cons...the kid would not dare tell anyone we had worked
him over.

The next men brought in to be whipped would be handcuffed to a steel
rail set into one wall, and from there the would be allowed to watch the
festivities.  Just seeing it would make the guys balls crawl higher
against his body.  Many of them would get hard-ons.  An officer might
amuse himself by telling a con to stroke himself, but there was rarely
time to cum before the mans own turn came at the horse.  Erections
during a whipping result from the tremendous apprehension a man feels
when he experiences physical punishment under these circumstances.  When
he does become erect, you can't stop the whipping and have them jerk
off.  Usually they just cum while their cock is pressed against the
horse.  Doc Mac would always check the mans ass after the whipping to
insure against internal hemorrhaging.  Actually he just wanted to get
his hand up the guy's ass to test how good a fuck he'd be.

When we brought Mark down for punishment, there was another guy next in
line named Horse...a name he well deserved.  Horse had slipped me a few
bucks to be able to have some time with Mark.`M had a pretty good day
that time in that most of my whippings landed right on his brown spot.
It was such a shame to scar the pretty white ass on the kid.  I remember
the other officers left and there was just me and Horse handcuffed
against the wall.  I couldn't resist that ass and as soon as the other
guards left, I rammed my cock up Mark's hole and rode him like it was my
last fuck. I must have shot a gallon up that hot ass when I had this
urge to piss. "I'll lubricate him for you, Horse" I said as I filled his
ass with my hot piss.  Horse was watching all the time and his dick was
now a full 11 inches and must have been 4 inches thick. Without
releasing Mark, I un-cuffed Horse and said "you got five minutes". Mark
had been silent all this time, probably unconscious.  When Horse started
pushing that 11 inches up him, he suddenly came alive.  He screamed and
begged to stop even more than I have heard someone beg to stop the
whipping.  Horse didn't miss a beat. Mark took the entire 11 inches fast
and hard.  The poor kids ass was split open so wide a fist would easily
fit in it.  Horse shot his load and got back by the wall so when the
other guards came in, it looked like nothing had happened.  Mark was
untied and collapsed on the floor.  He was later taken back to Tony to
"apologize" for his behavior in the yard.

Some of the officers came from prisons in the South where there were no
rules or regulations for prison officials.  They would do anything it
would take to keep order and discipline even if "unconventional".  As
long as there were no riots, the prison board didn't care what went on
in the sub-basement....what they didn't know wouldn't bother anybody.
These officers had some "toys" that were so crude, a con would never
tell anyone about them because he did not want them to know they were
used on him!! One toy was like a plain kitchen table with what looked
like a sausage stuffer at the end.  It looked like a meat grinder with a
handle, but it had a long nozzle and you could put something in the top,
turn the handle, and it would be forced out the nozzle.  If a guy was
strapped to the table and the nozzle was shoved up his ass, anything
that was fed into the top of grinder would be forced up the guys ass
filling his shit chute. One thing which really worked well was more
shit!!! A guard or another con would take a dump into the hopper and an
officer would turn the crank forcing it up the guys ass.  This could
make someone real constipated so afterwards he would be taken over to
another slanted table where several other cons were strapped down.  The
table sloped into a long trough filled with what smelled like a
combination shit, piss, water, blood, cum and anything else that they
would put up a guys ass.  A hose was inserted up the guys full ass and
the murky liquid was pu mped up his ass. Eventually the liquid would
flow out along with the packed in shit and return to the trough where it
would mix with the murk coming from the guy strapped next to him to
recycle again. Just the thought of having another cons shit shoved up
your ass would make a con avoid this pit.

Much of the information about what was going on among the cons came from
squealers, stoolies, pigeons, guys that would tell a officer what he
wanted to know to avoid punishment or to get favors.  If an officer
could not get the information from a con that he know he had it, the con
would be taken down to the "chair".  This was a seat-less chair that the
con would be strapped into. Beneath the chair was a cone shaped dildo
connected to two motors.  One motor caused it to rotate, and the other
motor was on a screw drive which caused the dildo to drive upward into
the cons hole.  Being cone shaped, it got wider as it went up spreading
as well ad driving deep up his as.  It didn't take more than about 11
inches before the guard either had the information, or knew he had made
a mistake and the con didn't know after all! No loss either way, just
another way of running a prison.  After all, society put them here to be
punished so there is no reason to make it easy for them, but anything
that would mak e my job a little easier is certainly acceptable.

That was a few of the common happens in the day-to-day life of a prison
guard.  If anything else interesting happens, I'll be sure and write it
down here.