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Prison Bitch (for all my little sissy fag boys)

I'm sure many of you have seen a number of movies or television programs based on prison life behind bars. Having recently spent some 29 months in an undisclosed New England State Pen, I’ll now share with you first hand, some of the wildest and most unbelievable sexual experiences one could ever imagine. While still on parole now, I will change my name here and not mention the state facility involved. Other than to substitute a few names for some of the real ones involved, all of what I'm disclosing here actually happened between late July of 2001 and December of 2003. My work release program date. I was three months short of my 22nd birthday when a state superior court judge sentenced me to two to five years for grand theft auto. Something my dumb ass lawyer promised me would never happen. Instead of going home to my f****y that day with a fine and probation, I instead found myself shackled and later placed in a State Police Van and transported far up state. It was near supper time when I was delivered and partly processed. This included my being stripped naked, made to bend over and have some fem looking gay male RN with coke bottle glasses probe my virgin asshole for contraband. Once showered and in my new orange numbered uniform, I was lead into this giant mess hall that housed the entire inmate population of some 700 plus. Instantly on my guard e****ted late arrival, a roar of cat calls and whistles erupted from the vast majority of the seated eating inmates. I guess ...

... between my baby face, my long uncut blonde ponytail and my 5' 5" 126 pound frame, more than a fair share of the inmate population viewed me then, as a new exciting sexy desirable young piece of innocent ass!! Having not been processed fully yet, I was made to eat by myself at a small isolated table perhaps 12 feet or so from the last end inmate seating isle. It was then that I sat shivering in complete fear as dozens of nearby seasoned hard core prisoners began individually informing me of their plans to use my body in a number of homosexual ways! While I tried to eat my meal, I only looked up once. It seemed to me that every single con I viewed wore lewd smiles and seemed so big and strong. After supper, I was interviewed by the night captain of the guards and assigned a cell on the first floor main cellblock tier. Having worked some two years in a civilian restaurant kitchen, I was assigned to work in the prison kitchen to start off with. Designed to originally contain only 400 inmates, the vast majority of the cells were now housing two prisoners instead of one! Now without my watch and holding a face cloth, two towels, a roll of toilet paper and three pages of typed out instructions on confinement behavior rules, I was at last lead into my new cell. Instantly upon looking at my new cellmate, I swallowed hard as he was an obvious faggot complete with black eye lash and brow makeup. His name was Paul but he told me I could call him/her Pauline! While I was given the top bunk, ...