Date: Mon, 1 Nov 1999 16:13:45 -0800 (PST) From: samuel taylor Subject: Prison Work Boy Diary (Authoritarian/M-M Bondage) Disclaimer: This story mixes a fantasy fiction and real experiences. This is not a true bio-story, just an exploration into homo-erotic pansexual latent themes. If you are offended please do not read. PRISON WORK BOY DIARY: My name is Zachery and I am 19 years of age, tall, lanky, sissy voiced and handsome with long broad nose apple cheek bones, tawdry hair tangled and shoulder lenghth. I take pride in my good looks, however I feel too girly sometimes in front of the other jail guys at Boys'Training Reform Boot Camp's gym. On orientation day I was cajoled into stealing money from a popular boy in the program. The other guys said if I didn't show my masculine toughness my stealing a harmless amount of money from Jeremy's pants's pocket then they would steal it anyway and stick me with the blame as they watch the shit get kicked out of me. Well I acted tough, even though I didn't really want to steal, afterwards Jeremey came back from work and found the money missing. He accused me right away and I turn pale with guilt as I pulled out the money from my shirt pocket and gave it to him, explaining that the other guys plotted to steal it and blame me for the theft if I didn't show my toughness. The situation was against me as my words turned into a stammering babble, he lunged up with all his jock might and grabbed by the hair forcing me on my knees as he kicked hard in the balls; I crumpled with a loud puppy dog yelp and then long boyish moan cupping my tender loins though luckily my tight jeans absorbed some of his blow. I lay in half tears as he screamed "Faggot! Your going to get severe disicpline from the boot camp instructor. I picked it up from the ground as Billy the skin head tough guy who really stole the wad of cash from Jeremey's foot locker, tossed at my feet. It just so happens I was going to return it to the locker when Jeremey came in unexpectedly. He stormed out laughing in unison with the other guys, as I lay there in silence. I was committed to reform school by my parents when they found me smoking pot and being girlish around the house. I was thrown out and after which I tried to hit my father which was more a slap then an assault which he told the police, I was sentence two years of reform time. Moments later the boot camp instuctor and two tall blond jocks came in and picked me up and handcuff me. All I was thinking was how I actually liked being kicked by a handsome jock boy, because it was so masculine and powerful and I was tall weakingling. I didn't try to protest, but rather mentally prepared to undergo a profound transformation. Reform camp was going to make psychologically masculine. I am going to recount my experiences which so enlighted me. I was taken into an inspection room. The two blond jocks who wore work uniforms and obey orders from the commanding Boot camp Instructor. I will end up calling him Master. "Sissy cunt-you stole money from the other inmate? Well--we are going to teach you some manners. STAND UP FAG BOY!" I tried to standing up even though my balls were still stinging. My master barked at the two jock servants " Strip search him!" This excited me because I love being humiliated by other jocks. My father would spank me infront of my brothers when I was younger as a teaching tool not disobey the house rules. I remember getting a hard on when I had to stand in front of my siblings. The Jock boy on the Right patted me down, feeling through my jeans and chest and armpits.Jock Boy 2 unbuttoned my shirt, and grab it away. Jock Boy 1 unsnapped my jeans and pulled my belt off as JB2 untied my shoes and took the off my feet. I stood in my white socks, white briefs BVD boy size 19-20 and tee. Master looked me up and down and patted by crotch and chest. I grew a raging hard on. he ran his fingers around my 28 inch waist and he slowly wormed his way into my pouch and he tenderly rubbed me. I moaned. He soft fingers caressed my thin long face and he blow my longish hair bangs away from my eyes. Suddenly grabbed my waist band and yanked with all his might till I was a puppet suspended by a thin string of briefs wedged up my ass and srunched against my balls. It caused me orgasmic pain as I shot aload of boy cum in my briefs. I picked me up so high I was dangling for 15 minutes until he suddenly dropped me as bag of flesh and bones. He commanded the laughing jocks to strip me full as he prepared my enema and body shave. The jocks eagerly ripped away my tee to rags and pinched my naked breasts. I howled and scratched but one jock boy pinned me down in a wrestler pose as the other snatched my briefs and snapped them hardd against my sore balls. "Little fag boy wears--BV-dees let see if they make him screamy." Soon I was naked and they laughed at my small pee-pee. I was forced upon a table stomach down. Master with gloves, gave me an antiseptic enema. I tried to scream, but my briefs were stuffed in my mouth and my tee-shirt rags served as blindfolds. Only my socks remained on. The enema washed my asshole and provided proof that i was not hiding any contra band. I was tried down with my socks as anklets and handcuffs on my wrists as i was turned over spread eagle. Now for the shave. The jocks were good at calming me by rubbing my chest and tickling me. One jock rubbed my pee-pee till I shot agin and again. " It is good to have out prison boys cumm on orientation day." Master said." It help with the process of reprogramming you" I just stared muffled wide-eyed and nodded. Master carefully shaved my whole body and genitals. He washed me like a baby. I moan and pissed and shit all over which angered Master, because he wants a good clean work boy. " Bad boy!" He slapped my balls. I cried so hard. Resist was futile.I accepted, I submitted to his slapping punishing hand. Eventually it felt good.So Good. I was washed and forced again to sit in a plastic shower chair as the jock boys prepare for my buzz cut. I was to be a skin shaven bald boy. This was there favourite part because they loved de- hairing long haired guys who are deemed sissy. I liked it to, it was another affirmation of my masculinity. I watched my long wet hair get clipped off and soon I was bald. After another shower and thorough drying I was a hairless, skinny work boy. Now for the best part. The issue of my uniform and underwear. I was given a prison cot in a room of other guys. The other guys watched my humiliating nakedness and prison ritual of being issued clothes. I was given 6 pairs of white briefs, Fruitof the Looms size 16. My favorite brand. Socks and Tee- shirts as well. I was order to put on a pair. Soon I stood a obedient boy in briefs and was told to masterbate in bed, infront of the other guys. I did. It was great. I felt so masculine as all the other jock guys watch me cum for the last time. From now on no guys are allowed to cum because it will disrupt work camp order. Cumming would be a privilage granted after good hard work. I was issued my blue Dickies jumpsuit and was told that I was to fold my briefs and socks military fashion. Inspection would be daily, Hard exercises would be forced to make my frail frame into a strong jock boy machine. It wasn't long before I too learn to be a jock and forgot my sissy ways. This is my story and I enjoy my work camp I like to work so hard hauling away rocks and tree branches chained with other jocks. Some nights we take turns jerking each other in forbidden cum sessions. Stay tune for the other installments. 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