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Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 20:39:05 +0200 (CEST)
From: Jeff B
Subject: Archive; 'DIARY OF A PRISON OFFICER Part 1' {Jaypbee} (M MM con fist)All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to
any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional.
Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual
activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......DIARY OF A PRISON OFFICER
SUNDAY 10TH JANUARY 2010Dear diary, this feels very strange indeed! I haven't written a diary entry
since I was fifteen; when filled with angst against the world in general
and in particular that I was unable to lose my virginity no matter how hard
I tried. I would fill page after page with my rantings. So here I am now
some thirty years later making another go of it.... why? I hear you
ask. Long story, let's just say that after spending twenty years in the
army and a failed marriage behind me I think it's time to get my head
together and climb out of the doldrums I have been wallowing in for the
last eighteen months and this seems as good a place as any to start. So
thank you diary, although you say nothing back to me you are going to help
me put my thoughts down on paper and let me see the world as it really is,
for a change.MONDAY 11TH JANUARY 2010I have decided the first part of my recovery plan is getting myself a
job. Yes I know, financially, I don't need to work full time thanks to my
army pension and divorce settlement but a man needs to feel fulfilled and
bouncing around these four walls and going down the pub is doing me no good
at all. So I went down to the newsagent this morning and picked up last
week's local paper to see what jobs were available that might be suitable
for me and of interest. Initially I couldn't see anything at all, but then
over a second cup of coffee it caught my eye. There tucked away in the
corner was the strangest sounding advert I have ever seen, naturally it
piqued my interest and I couldn't resist giving the number a call. This is
what the advert said, what do you make of it?"Are you fit and of sound mind? Do you believe in tough love? Do you agree
that everyone deserves a second chance but if they refuse to reform they
should be punished? Are you available to start immediately? If so, why not
start a new career with the prison service. Give us a call on 0800 012 3456
and ask for an application pack"When I called the number I got an automated message asking me to leave my
name, address and to list five attributes I consider the most important to
me. Mmm, this was unexpected -- five attributes, did they mean mental,
vocational, physical or all of them? So I hung up, left it a few minutes
before calling back and this is the message I left for them."Hi my name is Samuel Telby and my address is Flat 135, tiny model galleries
Berghouse Court,
London, EC1V 4XA. My five most important attributes are: Fairness, Loyalty,
Fitness, Open-mindedness and Stamina. I would be very grateful if you would
send me the application pack as the job advertised sounds very interesting
and I would like to learn more about it. Thank you."There, that's it all done, on to the next job application; well it will be
next week as there aren't any other jobs that are any good. By for now
diary, it's the end of a mentally exhausting day and I'm just about beat,
so it's shower and bed for me. Night night.THURSDAY 14TH JANUARY 2010The application pack has arrived through the post. All I can say, it seems
the ideal job for me. I'm just worried it's going to be too good to be
true. I spent most of this morning reading and rereading the information
booklet and job specification, then this afternoon I took my time and
completed the application form with great care. I then raced down to my
local post office to return it by recorded delivery.In brief, this is what it's all about:HMP Ollerton is a failing prison and is in urgent need of modernisation and
change in focus. The prison service is seeking a complete change of staff
under the guidance of the new Prison Governor Liam Havers. He requires from
his staff total trust and loyalty, ability to withstand the pressures
associated with policing dangerous and difficult male prisoners,
willingness to undergo professional and on the job training. In return a
generous salary and benefits package is provided for the right candidates.So diary, what do you reckon? Too good to be true? All I hope is that it is
genuine because it's right up my street and something I can sink my teeth
into. At last I will have a job that I can utilise all my discipline and
combat experience to a positive effect. I will just have to keep my fingers
crossed and hope to hear from them.FRIDAY 22ND JANUARY 2010Dear diary, major peed off that's how I'm feeling right now. Still no news
about this prison job but at least there's been another job in the paper
which may be promising, a Physical Education Officer at the local
college. Only trouble is its part time, three days per week though with
reasonable salary. I decided to go out tonight and hitch up with my long
time friends Tom and Mike down at the Kings Head. I've known Tom since I
was a kid and I met Mike through my ex-wife, we remained friends even after
our divorce. I chatted about the two jobs and discussed the merits of each
with them. It wasn't a great surprise for me when they gave the thumbs down
for the prison job but it was a big thumbs up for the college job. Their
logic being that working in a college with nubile young females would be
vastly preferable to working with pent up volatile male prisoners. I could
see their point, when thinking with your dick, but thinking long term from
the vocational perspective it would not be as satisfying. Tom changed the
conversation slightly by bringing up the subject of his eldest son, Aaron,
now 23 years old (crikey I remember taking a telephone call from Tom, proud
as punch when Chrissie gave birth to him at home). Last week he'd told Tom,
out of the blue, that he and his girlfriend were going to get married as
she'd fallen pregnant and he wanted to do the decent thing. Naturally they
were both shocked but pleased that he was doing the decent thing and now
the wedding organising machinery had kicked into action. Aaron has been
busy planning for his stag do and asked Tom to join him, mainly so that he
could act as the responsible one to make sure everything ran smoothly and
didn't get too extreme. For Tom this is a double edged sword, yes it's a
sensible idea but he's going to feel like a granddad surrounded by Aaron
and his young friends. As he was recounting this to us Mike and I reached
the same conclusion simultaneously and announced in unison, to our
amusement, why don't we join you and keep the old codger company? He was
relieved with this idea and I have a sneaky feeling that he was hoping we
would say that. He didn't have precise details about the date or the venue
but would give us a call once he had any more info. Over the next couple of
pints we took a trip down memory lane, recounting all the escapades we had
got up to..... It was a laugh but god, how old do I feel now thinking about
the years that have flown by! After parting company with the guys I called
into the local chippy and treated myself to a large back of chips and a
battered sausage, I was starving.SUNDAY 24TH JANUARY 2010Tom called; he says the wedding is going to be Saturday 6th March 2010 at
2.30pm at the St. Edmunds Church on Station Road. The stag do is going to
be on Saturday 27th February 2010 starting at 8.00pm and going on till
late. It will start off with a sit down meal at the local Indian restaurant
before moving onto the Sundown Nightclub where a function room is going to
be hired and a female double act are going to entertain the some fifty
guests (I didn't dare ask what the entertainment theme would be!). It
sounded really good and I told him so, yes, he agreed Aaron has certainly
swung into action now, it's a shame he left it so late to tell us as it
leaves little time to arrange things what with the baby due to be born at
the beginning of April, never mind, life is never neat is it Sam he asked?
Aah, that explains the closeness of the wedding date. We chatted for a bit
longer before arranging to meet down at the Kings Head again next Friday,
timetables permitting.TUESDAY 2ND FEBRUARY 2010Dear diary, I'm as happy as a sand boy and the postman is once again on my
Christmas card list. It finally arrived in this morning's post, an official
looking envelope marked "HMP Services", with fingers shaking I carefully
opened the youth models nude
envelope to reveal a single sheet of paper with three lines of
writing on it and this is what it said:"Dear Mr Telby,We have received your application and can confirm that an interview has
been arranged for you on Monday 8th February 2010 at 9.00am. Please bring
with you your passport, driving licence and two proofs of address. You will
be required to undergo a physical fitness test and medical examination so
shorts should be brought with you.We look forward to meeting.Yours sincerely,
PG Liam Havers"I literally danced for joy around my living room, I picked up the telephone
to spread the good news but then remembered the reaction I had received
previously and in any case I didn't want pretens models boy
to jinx my chances of getting this
job, so I put the phone down again with a rueful smile. Shit! I thought to
myself, what am I going to wear to the interview? All my suits have
definitely seen better days and my shorts are a little worn. Tomorrow I
will go into town and buy myself a new suit and sports shorts -- and a pair
of shoes that aren't scuffed to hell......WEDNESDAY 3RD FEBRUARY 2010I didn't know clothes shopping could be so tiring. I've spent nearly all
day going from department store to department store, bespoke tailors to
bespoke tailors searching out the ideal suit at a reasonable price for
me. Finally I made up my mind which one I liked the best and bought it, and
then it was on to the shoes, then the shorts. It was all so expensive!
Hopefully it will all be in a good cause if it helps swing the job for me,
plus it's been a long time since I devoted a whole day to retail therapy
and paying attention to my appearance.Looking in the mirror, I can see the tell tell signs of a forty five year
old man; the ever deepening wrinkles around the eyes and across the
forehead, the white hairs flecking my close cropped beard and showing up in
ever increasing numbers on my head. My green eyes still twinkle but have
that worldly air about them which only comes from a lifetime of
experiences, some good some bad. I don't think I've ever been described as
handsome but I must be fairly pleasing to the eye because I've had my fair
share of lovers (and wife) none of whom have ever called me ugly, but for
me my best attribute must be my body. Ever since being in the army I have
had a well toned body, not overly muscular but defined enough to draw
glances when I wear just my shorts while jogging round the park or in the
swimming pool. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the attention but I'm
not so egotistical to believe that I'm the best thing since sliced bread
and the ground that I walk on should be worshipped!On Friday I shall go and get my hair clipped chantal modell bikini
short again which will make me
look the part for a prison officer (not jumping the gun here am I?)THURSDAY 4TH FEBRUARY 2010Dear Diary, nothing much to tell you to be honest, have been loafing around
as usual. Gave the flat a spring clean, it's a task I've been conveniently
overlooking for too long and boy did it need it! Four bags of rubbish,
three dirty dusters and half a can of polish later and the place was
looking good as new. This has helped motivate me to get back into the
fitness regime of jogging in the evening and going swimming in the morning
starting from tomorrow..... but first a pint while Eastenders is on. After
all I will want to be as fit as I look.SUNDAY 7TH FEBRUARY 2010Oh boy, am I like a cat on a hot tin roof! I have sorted out my outfit for
tomorrow twice so far, ironed everything and polished my shoes and now I am
pacing around like a caged lion. I would go out for a change of scenery but
it's raining heavily and I've already been out for my jog round the
park. I've been very good I have done my daily run every day since Thursday
and been swimming twice. I have even cut out the beer, how dedicated is
that? It's going to be a long day tomorrow so I'm going to have an early
night and try to get some sleep, over and out.MONDAY 8TH FEBRUARY 2010Oh diary where do I begin? I know I said yesterday that today was going to
be a long day, I just didn't know just how long it was going to be and what
I was going to be put through. I'm glad I didn't know in advance otherwise
I think I might have changed my mind there and then. Sorry, I'm jumping the
gun and racing ahead. I will start again at the beginning.....6.30am
My alarm clock buzzes, my brain wakes slowly but my body jumps to
attention. I'm sitting upright by the time my eyes are fully
open. Something doesn't feel quite right. It takes a minute to register,
I'm naked, and my T-Shirt I wear to bed is lying crumpled on the floor. I
must have been hot in the night. Shrugging my shoulders I pick it up, fold
it and place it on my pillow for later. I saunter to the shower, wash and
have a shave before drying myself and going to the kitchen (still naked) to
make myself some breakfast. Two coffees and a bowl of muesli later I feel
human at last, checking the clock I see it's time to get ready. So I get
dressed and spend the next half hour perfecting my attire and
appearance. Last job of the morning is to pack my bag with the necessary
documents and the all important shorts.8.30am
Having studied the London A-Z I'd planned my route carefully but I
had forgotten just how slow and irritating the rush hour traffic can be,
nevertheless with nerves still intact and not too hot under the collar I
arrived at the imposing front gates of HMP Ollerton Northern entrance. As I
stopped the car at the barriers an armed guard walked up to my car
indicating that I should wind down the window and produce
identification. Trying to disguise my nervousness I handed him my letter
from the Liam Havers, he quickly scanned the contents, looked me straight
in the eye and said "Welcome on board Mr Telby" with a quirky grin. I
replied that I was only at the initial interview stage and that his
congratulations were a little premature. "Sure" was his only free yuong models
response
before walking back to his station and pressing the release button allowing
the barrier to rise and let me inside the prison car park. There were few
parking spaces available considering its size but eventually I found a spot
and pulled in. Finding the main entrance was a doddle, the prison walls
were over thirty feet high and with only one small door the choices were
limited. I went to bang on the door when I noticed a push button the right,
duh! Who would have heard me knocking anyway? Pressing the button firmly I
just hoped it was ringing somewhere because I couldn't hear
anything. Almost immediately I heard a whirring noise, turning my head in
its direction I saw a CCTV camera pointing at me. I showed my letter to the
camera which seemed to do the job as the door clicked open after a short
delay and silently opened. Stepping inside I was greeted by the sight of a
plain reception room with a large table facing me, with a sheet of paper
upon it, a chair adjacent to the table with an empty box on the seat, in
one corner was another metal door, in another corner was a large scanning
device (just like you get in the airports) and the ever present CCTV camera
watching me. underwear models
Walking over to the table I could see that the sheet of paper
was actually a set of instructions which read as follows:"All job applicants are to read and follow the instructions
exactly. Failure to do so will constitute a refusal and jeopardise your
application. There is a purpose to each requirement, do not question them;
they are also a test of your trust in your potential employer and the
establishment.1. Step up to the CCTV camera and announce your name, address and
purpose for being here.2. Return to the table, empty the contents of your pockets and place
them on the table. If you have a bag, empty its contents also onto the
table.3. Remove all of your clothing until naked, fold them neatly and
place them on the chair in the box provided. They will be returned to you
after your interview.4. Walk over to the CCTV camera, reconfirm your name before holding
your arms out to horizontally from your sides turn slowly until facing away
from the camera.5. Spread your feet until they are two feet apart, place your hands
on your buttocks and bend at the waist as far as is comfortable. Pull your
cheeks apart.6. When you hear a buzzer, stand up and walk slowly through the
scanner before returning to the table.7. You are permitted to wear the shorts you have brought with you but
no other article of clothing is permitted. Personal possessions are not to
be brought with you.8. When you have completed these tasks knock on the door and you will
be escorted to the interview room."
I think it's fair to say that I was surprised by the instructions and I
read them twice over to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me, but
no, they were there in black and white. Whatever my personal thoughts on
the matter were irrelevant and if I wanted to progress with my application
compliance was necessary. So I walked over to the camera proceeded to give
my name and address and a short speech about my aspirations of becoming a
prison officer and how pleased I was to be given this opportunity.Then returning to the table I emptied all of my pockets and the bag I had
with me placing the items neatly on the table. Then with my back to the
camera I removed my shoes placing them in the empty box; then my socks,
rolling them mature erotic models
up and putting them in my shoes; unbuckled my trousers then
carefully stepped out of them before folding them and placing on top of the
shoes; my jacket followed, then my tie and shirt leaving me standing in my
pants. With a momentary pause I quickly pulled them down, added them to my
other clothes, then turned round filipina child model
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to the camera. model loita sexy
Feeling a
little foolish I restated my name before lifting my arms up and doing a
slow pirouette so that I was facing away from the camera. Spreading my legs
I dropped my arms and reached behind me lightly holding my cheeks. Bending
over at the waist I felt my face flush, I'm not sure if it was from the
position or the embarrassment of doing a moony to whoever was behind the
camera. When I pulled my cheeks apart I felt cold air blow over my anus
making it quiver and to my surprise my cock filled a little in response. I
seemed to hold that position for an eternity as the camera zoomed in and
out judging by the sound of the whirring noise behind me. Finally the
buzzer sounded and I released my cheeks, stood upright stretching my back
as I did so. As casually as possible I sauntered over to the scanner,
stepped through it and quickly returned to the table where I retrieved my
shorts. I was relieved to feel the material slide up my legs and the
waistband fit snugly against my flesh. The one fly in the ointment was due
to my semi-flaccid cock being of a decent size it flopped around quite
noticeably within my shorts as I strode up to the door and knocked three
times.The door opened to reveal a uniformed prison officer, in his fifties who
introduced himself as Archie after shaking my hand. He asked me to follow
him (not much choice there!) down a long corridor, this judging by the
signs on the doors lining the corridor was the administrative part of the
prison, at the very end was a door signed "Interviews" and it was through
this door I was shown. The door closed behind me, in front of me was a long
table behind which sat three men, again in their fifties all in prison
uniform reading their paperwork. At the sound of my entrance they slowly
lifted their eyes and smiled in unison."Ah, Mr Telby, it's good to see you" said the man in the middle. "Let me
introduce myself and my colleagues. I am Liam Havers, the prison governor
and the gentleman to my right is my twin brother Max, and to my left, my
youngest brother Adrian."My surprise must have been evident on my face because all three burst out
laughing and Liam started to speak again."An unusual situation I know, but it is all above board I can assure
you. My brothers and I have been involved with the prison services all model 1 sales
our
lives and when the opportunity arose to reform this failing prison it was
one we couldn't resist. We have mortgaged ourselves up to the hilt to
purchase this prison from the Government, it is the first venture of its
kind and they are monitoring our progress closely. We will receive generous
funding if we can restore law and order within these walls, reduce the rate
of reoffending when the prisoners are released and eliminate the physical
abuse between the prisoners. How this is achieved is our
business. Unfortunately many of the existing prison staff are as corrupt as
the prisoners and will be replaced as quickly as possible. We are adopting
a fast track employment system so providing you pass this interview, the
medical and the physical fitness tests today we will be looking to start
your training and employment with us on Monday 1st March 2010. There are
twenty prison officer positions to be filled and thirty applicants we will
be interviewing today and throughout model 597 magazine
this week, so I don't need to point
out that competition is fierce and the slightest mistake on your part will
affect your prospects."I gulped silently to myself, I didn't realise how sought after this job
was, mind you the wages and benefits were generous so I shouldn't have been
that surprised especially with the recent downturn in the economy
etc. Doing my best to retain a confident manner I agreed that the position
must be very attractive to a lot of people who want to do this type of job."Indeed." Liam replied. "We are however looking for a certain type of
person with the right experience, capabilities as well as attitude. This we
saw in your application a great deal, however when it came to the first of
the practical tests this morning we were a little disappointed in how you
responded. We are looking for a 100% pass rate at this stage yet you only
managed to score 85%. Would you like to know where you lost those
percentage points and if you wish to, how they can be regained so that you
pass that test?"With genuine little rusian models
confusion in my voice I said "I am really sorry to hear that,
I thought I had followed the instructions closely and did everything
required of me. Yes I would very much like to know where I went wrong so
that I can correct this situation as I want this job and don't want any
avoidable issues to stand in the way.""Excellent response! You're correct in child model sparkle
that you followed the instructions,
yet we felt there was some reluctance on your part. This was demonstrated
by the way you turned your back to the camera when undressing; you
hesitated before pulling down your underpants and rushed to put your shorts
on. We must have confidence when giving you instructions that you will
follow them to the letter and you will not question them. Unfortunately
with the type of prisoners we have in here, the slightest chink in our
armour will enable them to break through and risk the success of our
endeavour. I am going to ask you to remove your shorts, fold them neatly,
hand them to me and then sit back down in your seat. Please do so now."Knowing what was at stake, I didn't hesitate for a second. I stood straight
up, pulled my shorts down, stepped out of them before folding them neatly
and placing them in Liam's outstretched hands. I then sat back down in my
seat, trying to act as normal as possible in the circumstances and ignoring
the fact that my cock was now semi-hard and I was the only naked person in
the room!It was very surreal, the rest of the interview carried on as if there
hadn't been an interruption, the giant bbw models
questions were what I expected and I had
little difficulty answering them. Then there was a knock on the door and a
young Asian man walked in, from his uniform he was obviously an inmate,
pushing a tea trolley. As he walked past me he did a double take at the
sight of my naked body, but said nothing, merely bowing slightly as he left
the room. I had little time to react, probably just as well considering how
quickly I had dropped points in my first test. Just as the conversation was
drawing to a close and I had finished my cup of coffee, Liam pushed a
hidden button and a couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door."Come in!" was all the Liam said.In walked two men, one in a white coat, the other dressed as a
physiotherapist. I guessed my next two tests were about to begin. The guy
in the white coat was introduced as Richard (the prison doctor) and James
(sports coach). Liam smiled warmly at me, informing me that I had not only
had I passed the interview but I had also regained the lost points from the
first test. He then went on to say that I would first have a medical
assessment with Richard, followed by the fitness test with James then a
final short after exercise check-up again with Richard. If all tests were
successfully passed then I would be invited back into the office for the
return of my clothing and signing of the contract. Standing up I walked
over to the table and shook all agent based model
three interviewer's hands before turning to
follow Richard and James out of the room."Mr mom nude models
Telby, have you forgotten something?" Liam called after me with a
chuckle.I turned round at the sound of his voice looking in his direction I saw him
pointing to my shorts still folded neatly on the table in front of him."No Sir, I didn't forget about them. I simply assumed that you would tell
me when I could have them back and didn't give them another thought. Is it
okay to put them back on again?""Mr Telby, you are growing in my estimation and I think you will be a
valuable asset to the team. With that `can do' attitude you will go
far. Yes you may don your shorts again."Slightly embarrassed to have five pairs of eyes focused on me I was more
than happy to pull my shorts up, and thanking them once again followed
Richard to the medical centre. As I followed him up the stairs I guessed he
must be in his late 60's or early 70's, presumably this job was to top up
his pension. Richard made small talk as we entered his office/consulting
room.As I sat in the chair opposite him I felt more at home having had more
medical check-ups than I care to remember while in the army and had a
pretty good idea on what would follow. Sure enough Richard pulled out a
three page document from his drawer and started filling in the standard
information i.e. name, address, family medical history & personal medical
history. Then he took my blood pressure, general stats, weight, lung
capacity and temperature. Still sitting in his chair but leaning forward he
asked me to stand in front of him and to remove my shorts. I followed his
request and naked once again I calmly watched him gently roll my balls
feeling for any unexpected lumps before turning his attention to my
cock. He pulled the foreskin back and examined it closely for any
abnormalities, so close in fact that I could feel his breath on my
sensitive head. It pulsed and expanded in response until it was fully erect
at just over eight inches long. Richard seemed very pleased with this
result and commented on its healthy appearance and functionality. Not
knowing quite how to respond I simply said that I had no complaints with
it, he laughed and said he didn't think I would or anyone else would for
that matter! He turned in his chair; opening a drawer he retrieved a pair
of latex gloves and a tube of KY. Uh oh, I know what they're for I thought
to myself."Please turn round, bend over at the waist and pull your cheeks apart."
Richard said in a neutral voice.As I pulled my cheeks apart I heard the snapping of the gloves being put on
and then felt the cold gel being applied to my anus. His finger felt large
to me and my ring tightened in response as it smeared the gel around my
ring. "Relax size model porn
please otherwise you will experience some discomfort."I did my best to relax, taking deep breaths as I felt pressure being
applied. Eventually the finger pushed in up to the first knuckle."Mr Telby, you really must learn to relax. From your tightness I can tell
you are not used to having objects inserted up your anus, I am not going to
hurt you, now please try harder.""Yes Sir, you are quite correct I am not used to having things up my arse!
My wife used to try to push a finger up me but I didn't like it. I am
trying to relax honestly but this position is uncomfortable for me.""Mmm, let me think." Richard said deep in thought gently pulling his
knuckle out. "Okay, hop up onto the couch, lie on your back and pull your
knees up to your chest."Open to any suggestions to move this situation on, I did as I was bid. To
be honest it was a new position to me but somewhat reminiscent of the
missionary position! I said as much to Richard who smiled in response but
said nothing, instead he picked up the tube of KY and stepped up to my
exposed anus and slowly squirted a liberal amount onto my hole. It
momentarily clenched at the cold jolt but slowly opened again as the gel
warmed up. Richard looked down at me and started to ask me about my life in
the army and seemed genuinely interested in the answers I gave. I give him
credit for his distraction method worked a treat, I barely registered his
finger's entry into me until I felt his knuckles brush my crack and his
finger tip was pushing against my prostate sending throbbing pulses into my
cock. I looked up at Richard and grinned saying"Well doctor you seemed to have reached the spot!""Indeed I have, well done. You have a perfectly healthy prostate and
rectum. I often find this position is successful for those tighter than
average rings, and yours has got to be about the tightest I have come
across for many a year.""Really, I am surprised." I replied quite genuinely. "I would have thought
most of the men in this prison would be in the same position as me.""Oh you'd be surprised."With that he withdrew his finger, wiped it clean on a tissue and announced
that the medical was over until the post fitness test. As I pulled on my
shorts again I saw the figure of James standing in the doorway casually
watching me or rather my crutch as it bobbed around behind the fabric as I
stood up again. Richard told James that he would join us in the gymnasium
shortly to carry out the tests. James nodded an acknowledgement."Are you ready Mr. Telby?" James asked. "If so, we'll start your fitness
assessment in the gymnasium downstairs, please follow me."Not waiting for a reply he marched briskly along the corridor, down the
stairs and back along the main corridor, almost to the main entrance then
through a side door into what had to be the best equipped gymnasium I had
seen in a long time, it even had three frosted glass shower cubicles at the
far end. For the next hour I used every piece of equipment with James
watching intently and writing endless notes on my progress. By the time I
had completed the last test I was hot and exhausted, sweat was pouring down
my face and pleased to be taking a breather.I heard the door open behind me, looking round I saw Richard walk in
carrying a small bag and clipboard. Walking over to me he placed his bag
down on the floor and took out a small thermometer and a stethoscope."Mr. Telby would you please lower your shorts down to your knees and bend
over at the waist, as you did in my office and spread your cheeks please. I
am about to take your temperature."Doing as I was instructed I avoided looking at James for I could feel his
eyes on my body and did my best to not react when I felt the rectal
thermometer push up inside me."Okay, if you would stand up again, clench your cheeks to hold the
thermometer in please and I will measure your heartbeat now."I felt the cold metal stethoscope explore my chest and back all the time
hearing approving grunts and the scratch of pen on paper. Then the gentle
pressure of a hand pushing me over, as I bent over I felt the thermometer
being pulled out."Well Mr Telby I am pleased to be able to confirm that for a man of your
age you are perfectly fit and healthy and I will have great pleasure in
recommending your employment here. Please pull up your shorts and we will
return to the Governor's office."As I did so, James came over and shook my hand congratulating me on passing
the fitness and medical tests and expressed how much he was looking forward
to working with me in the future. I smiled politely and thought I bet you
do!I followed Richard back to the office in silence, thinking 15 model year
how much I would
like to have used the shower facilities had I been given the chance as I no
longer smelt as fresh as I did before I entered the gymnasium. Shrugging my
shoulders, it was pointless worrying about it, I had already passed the
interview and tests and it was now just a matter of signing on the dotted
line and getting my clothes and possessions back. Richard opened the door
for me and ushered me inside, waiting for me were my three interviewers,
this time though they were standing casually chatting by the coffee table
at the far end of the room near the main window. On the coffee table sat
the box containing my clothes and personal possessions. They turned as one
on my entrance and walked over, each one shaking my hand and congratulating
me on successfully passing all tests put to me. Liam led me to the desk
upon which lay my new contract and indicated that I should sit down and
read it carefully before signing it, in the meantime I gratefully accepted
the cup of coffee Max held out towards me. Half an hour later I had signed
the contract, arranged to start my training on the 1st March and finally
wearing my suit again. I'm not sure if it was my imagination but I am sure
that Adrian did his best to slow me down and divert my attention as I was
dressing as if to prolong the exposure of my flesh to their gazes. Oh well,
no business of mine, it didn't bother me in the slightest.11.30am Back in my car now, trying to stop myself from grinning like a
Cheshire cat, I reviewed the last three hours. What a strange experience it
had been but if I am being honest with myself I had found it slightly
erotic. I had the distinct feeling that my experiences were only just
beginning with that place. Hey ho! That's as may be but reality was soon
kicking in, my stomach was growling I needed something to eat and fast!12.00 Noon -- 7.00pm Quick visit to Burger King for a Whopper Meal and then
it was time to continue with my clothes shopping, I would need more than
one shirt, tie, trousers and jacket in my wardrobe. I finally got home just
before 7.00pm, if I bumped into one more shopper I would scream!Well diary that was my day, slightly unusual I think you will agree...... I
can't wait for the 1st March to arrive.FRIDAY 12TH FEBRUARY 2010Met up with Tom and Mike for our weekly drink in the Kings Head, they found
it hilarious listening to my interview ordeals. Naturally I left out the
bit about finding it a little bit erotic; I simply don't think they would
have understood. As far as they were concerned a man's arse was a one way
street and only a woman should take pleasure in the sight of a man's
body. Having said that, I too was of that frame of mind for many years, all
through my army service and my marriage I maintained the insecure all-macho
stance of a he-man. However since I left all the mind-numbing crap behind
me I have become more relaxed in myself, don't get me wrong I'm not gay or
anything like that, never had sex with a man or wanted to. I'm just happy
to be me with nothing to prove. Sorry diary for getting all heavy with you,
but who else is going to listen to me? Ah well, the lads are good for
me. They stop me from moping and keep my feet on the ground; in return I
make them laugh with my antics and out of the norm way of thinking.FRIDAY 26TH FEBRUARY 2010Dear diary, sorry I haven't written anything for the last two weeks. I have
picked you up every evening only to put you back down again simply because
nothing out of the ordinary has happened. I feel very much in limbo;
everything is ready for my new job on Monday but before then is the stag do
I am going on tomorrow evening. At the time it seemed like a good idea but
now it's almost here I am reluctant to go, it's easier to be a couch potato
-- which is precisely why I am going to go, I refuse to let laziness win
over being sociable. Apart from anything it would be letting my mates down,
which for me is a big no no.SUNDAY 28th FEBRUARY 2010Oh boy, what a night we had last night! There was absolutely no way I was
in a fit state to write an entry when I got home late last night/early this
morning, I was totally wrecked. I woke up this morning with a thumping
headache! As I sipped my coffee this morning with the curtains firmly drawn
I tried to remember the events of the previous evening. I am ashamed to say
this is what I remember of it.7.30pm Met up with Mike and Tom at Mike's house before catching a taxi over
to the restaurant.8.00pm Inside the restaurant it was chaotic with the waiters struggling to
cope with the demands of a thirty strong group. Us oldies were given pride
of place next to Aaron on the big table on the condition that at the
nightclub we would take a back seat to let the youngsters do their
thing. Oldies indeed! But watching Aaron and his friends it really did make
me feel nostalgic for ebony preeteen models
the days when I was his age. Ah well, can't turn the
clock back, just got to get on with life while you still have it!10.00pm Our group has consumed vast quantities of food and Indian beer
(some of us are already a little merry); it's time to waddle over to the
Sundown Nightclub where the other twenty stag guests are waiting for
us. The manager greets Mike, explains the house rules, he then leads us up
to the top floor and through controlled access double doors. Inside is a
large dance floor, a dedicated bar and at the other end of the room a large
stage with boxes of props adjacent to it. Two barmaids and a barman stand
behind the bar waiting to serve us with a ready smile. The next hour is
spent getting everyone served with drinks and getting the party started.11.00pm With a great fanfare the female double act make their entrance and
receive a great number of appreciative wolf whistles in response. They were
in their late twenties/early thirties and dressed in tight fitting leather
cat suits with buttons running from the neckline down to the crutch, very
attractive and immaculately manicured. They introduced themselves as Zara
and Ingrid and were from Russia, which drew further wolf whistles! The
youngsters surged towards the stage area leaving Mike, Tom and I behind at
the bar making ourselves comfortable on the bar stools.To my surprise the girls were brilliant at winding up the lads to fever
pitch with a mixture of songs, jokes and smutty innuendos. For over an hour
the energy junior model sex
levels in the room rose and fell as directed by the girls, all
the time the drinks were flowing and the lads were slowly getting drunk.Mid-Night The girls announced that it was now time for a little
competition; they wanted four volunteers with the winner getting a £50
voucher off their next visit to the nightclub. There was no shortage of
volunteers after the prize was announced with at least twenty guys
energetically waving their hands in the air trying to be picked. Naturally
as the stag groom, Aaron was picked along with three other handsome young
men. From the back of the room Mike called out encouraging words of advice
to his son. We clapped enthusiastically as the four men climbed up on stage
and now stood a little nervously in a line aware that everyone in the room
was watching them."Right guys" Zara announced as she walked up and down the line of
men. "This is what we're going to do. We're going to blindfold you, then,
each of you is to strip down to your boxers. Don't look so alarmed, we will
be sparing your modesty by erecting the shoulder high black plastic curtain
you see to your right before you strip so only we can see you, none of the
audience will be able see anything. Okay?"The four of them looked at each other distinctly nervous but with their
friends in the audience egging them on they finally nodded to one another
and agreed to the game. Ingrid jumped off the stage and fetched four
blindfolds from the prop box, climbed back up and then proceeded to
blindfold each of the contestants. Zara then followed behind making sure
that they could see nothing through the blindfolds, then, spaced them out
ensuring they had room to move without bumping into each other and gauging
the others progress. When all were done Ingrid reached for the curtain rail
on which the black plastic curtain appeared to rest and pulled it along the
stage in front of the competitors. However the black plastic curtain was
actually only a foot wide, the remainder of it was totally clear, providing
the audience with a perfect view as if the curtain wasn't there at all!
Ingrid turned to the audience and made an exaggerated "ssshhh" sign with
her finger on her lips. To reassure the guys she asked them to reach out
and touch the curtain and confirm that they were hidden from view, which
they did and said they were happy with it. Then turning to the audience she
asked us if we could see the four guys, understanding what was expected
from us we all shouted a loud "No!""Now then, what we want you to do is to remove each item of clothing and
hang them on the curtain rail in front of you, take your time, we don't
want any accidents with you tripping over now do we? Okay guys? Let's do
it!"As if by magic the music in the room changed to the strippers tune, making
everyone chuckle including the contestants. We began to clap in time to the
music and this spurred on Aaron to make the first move by undoing the
buttons on his shirt and slipping his arms out of the sleeves before
draping it over the rail in front of him. Then he pulled the T-shirt models miniskirt teen
off
over his head revealing his well developed torso with a smattering of dark
hair, despite myself I found my eyes drawn to him and I felt my gaze drop
to his waist line where I could just see the waistband of his pants peeking
above his jeans. Movement to his left caught my eye, Jason, his best man
was catching up, he had removed his T-shirt and was in the process of
unbuckling his belt. He let his chinos drop to the floor revealing a pair
of hairy muscular legs before stepping out of them and throwing them onto
the rail. Lee and Simon, the other two contestants were a little slower
having chosen to take off their shoes and socks, then their jeans. I had to
start supping my beer to disguise the fact that my mouth was getting dry
and had to discreetly adjust my crutch. I was mentally wrestling with
myself, these were guys I knew and yet I was getting aroused by this
drunken stag do competition. Within a couple of minutes just as the music
reached a crescendo all four guys were standing in just their underpants or
boxer shorts. Unknown to them Ingrid had been silently collecting up their
clothes and placing them in a neat pile on the bar next to Mike for him to
look after."So who wants the £50 voucher? Raise your hands now if you still want in,
it's your free choice, if you want out take a step back and sit down on the
floor." Zara said to the guys.With only slight hesitation all four hands rose into the air to the delight
of the audience and to my surprise Mike was one of the loudest with his
whistling and handclapping."Okay guys let's do it! The first guy to remove his underpants, throw them
into the crowd and wank himself off to orgasm will win the £50 voucher,
the guy who comes second will win a £30 voucher, the guy who comes third
will win a £10 voucher and the guy who comes last will get a box of
tissues to clean up the stage!"The room went silent for a minute before the crowd started to wolf whistle
and cheer loudly. Ingrid started the music again; I was too intent on
watching the action to even notice what was being played. I think Aaron was
initially too stunned to react however he soon realised that he was trapped
by his own enthusiasm so with a shrug of his shoulders he announced"You're on -- come on guys, let's show them what we're made of!"With that he grabbed the waistband of his pants, pushed them down and
quickly stepped out of them before raising them over his head and threw
them into the crowd. A cheer went up with enthusiastic clapping. He started
to play with his balls and cock quickly arousing it to a decent erection of
six inches. Not far behind him Jason threw his boxer shorts into the crowd,
there was silence for a second before an even louder cheer went up. Jason's
cock was already standing erect and it had to be the biggest cock I had
even seen. No word of a lie but it had to be at least ten inches long and
very wide, any wonder he always has a crowd of girls in attendance! He was
busy whacking his cock off as if there was no tomorrow. Lee and Simon in
unison threw their pants as far as they could but this only served to slow
them and their cocks were only semi hard before Jason started to shudder
and rock before with a guttural grunt he spewed jet after jet of jism into
the air before landing with a distinct splat on the stage and
curtain. There was an audible intake of breath round the room which turned
into a roar of approval. Aaron started to pant and grimace, then he went
rigid and spewed sunk all over his hands and the floor. Claps and cheers
met this spectacle. Simon started to panic realising that two guys had
already beat him and his cock started to soften as his concentration
lapsed. Lee, bless him, always the quiet one (except apparently when
orgasming) cried out and howled as his spunk became airborne much to the
amusement of the audience and his fellow competitors.With a loud clap of her hands Zara announced that the game was over, Simon
was to stop beating his meat and that the competitors could now remove
their blindfolds. Well, their expressions were comical to say the least! It
went from relief to have the blindfolds off and being able to see, then
came the realisation that the curtain was not black but see-through and
they could see the audience, then finally it dawned on them that the
audience had been able to see everything from start to finish. To give them
their due they did recover from the shock remarkably well, initially they
flushed red with embarrassment and their hands flew to cover their
crotch. I thought Aaron was going to lose his temper but at the sight of
his dad, Mike, giving him a standing ovation he lost his embarrassment and
his hands dropped to his sides. Deciding to go with the flow was the best
course of action; he started to chuckle himself, then turned towards Jason
and shook his hand to congratulate him on winning the competition, all the
time trying not to stare at the pendulous cock facing him. He then shook
the hand of Lee before clapping Simon on the shoulder in
commiseration. Ingrid signalled to the guys that they were to join her by
the microphone where she handed the £50 voucher to Jason, the £30 voucher
to Aaron, the £10 voucher to Lee and the box of tissues to Simon, which he
took with a grimace before kneeling down and carefully wiped up each pool
of cold jism. When he rejoined the group Ingrid and Zara thanked them for
being such good sports and for having gone with the rapidshare child models
spirit of the game, was
there anything they wanted to say. Aaron, sharp as ever asked Ingrid who
had thought of this game because this certainly hadn't been on the planned
itinery. Laughing she said it was the bright idea of your father, he said
that you were cocky enough to go through with it and he was right! Fair
enough he replied but it's his 50th birthday on June 12th 2010 and it will
be payback time - dad you've been warned! Mike, by now very drunk roared
with laughter and told him to bring it on.Shortly afterwards the four guys were allowed to leave the stage and
retrieve their clothing. To my surprise they seemed in no hurry to do so as
their mates surrounded them and much raucous male bonding ensued.2pm Feeling distinctly drunk I leave the club along with the others, all
fully clothed now and catch a taxi home before falling fully dressed onto
my bed and slipping into oblivion.....MONDAY 1ST MARCH 2010Dear diary, the big day finally dawned, the first day of my new
job. Daunting would be a very good word to describe it but at the same time
it was exciting. I arrived at the staff car park a little early as I
already had experience of the traffic levels, this time when I entered
through the controlled access door and into the reception room things were
a little different. This time there was a prison guard sitting behind the
desk, checking the new recruits in off his list and ushering them down the
corridor to the fitting room where we were kitted out with two sets of
uniforms, one to wear now and the other for spare. From there we waited in
what we would call the classroom sited adjacent to the gymnasium until all
twenty new recruits had arrived. Liam entered without warning closely
followed by Max and Adrian, as a group we went to stand up but with a
relaxed gesture Liam indicated that we were to remain seated. Liam informed
us that Max would be responsible for training us initially and then Adrian
would take over when it came to going "live" on the shop floor, as it
were. Any questions or problems should be directed to them in the first
instance, with that he and Adrian withdrew leaving us under the care of
Max.The rest of the morning up until lunchtime was pretty mundane, making sure
that all personnel records were correct and teen french models
up to date, then came the usual
breaking the ice exercise where we all had to stand up and introduce
ourselves, give a little speech about our backgrounds along with likes and
dislikes. The guys seemed by and large a likable bunch and I think we will
bond pretty well over the coming weeks and months.Lunch was a buffet style affair served to us in the classroom by a couple
of inmates dressed in catering attire. One looked familiar to me, perhaps
he was the same guy who brought the tea trolley in during my interview,
whatever the reason he took no notice of me. I was simply another face in
the crowd.The afternoon was more interesting, we were given a more in depth
explanation for the mass recruitment and the direction in which the prison
was heading. In the long term they wanted HMP Ollerton to become a flagship
of excellence for prisons in the UK and lead the way in reforming other
failing prisons. Before that could happen there was a lot of work to do and
was summarised as follows:1. Eliminate prisoner violence 2. Eliminate prisoner intimidation 3.
Eliminate prisoner drug abuse 4. Eliminate prisoner sexual abuse 5.
Eliminate smuggling into/out of the prison 6. Reduce rates of reoffending
by at least 50%This will be initially be addressed by monitoring every prisoner and room
in the prison, at present workmen are installing damage proof CCTV monitors
into each cell and room within the prison and the outside areas. Once
completed implementation of the new prison rules would start following 24
hour surveillance of all areas including cells.Someone in the class mentioned that it sounded draconian. Adrian laughed in
response, saying that model sites girl
it may indeed but as mentioned during the interviews
the new management believes in tough love and sorting out the criminals
once and for all by whatever method works successfully. Sounds fair enough
to me. By the end of the afternoon my head was reeling from all the facts
and information that had been imparted and I was glad when it was time to
leave.So that diary was my first day at work, my brain aches and all I want to do
is fall into bed and sleep like the dead, so night night until tomorrow.FRIDAY 5TH MARCH 2010Sorry diary, a bit late I know but I simply haven't had the energy to
maintain my diary for the last couple of days. Not only have I been
mentally exhausted every day but I have also been physically tired
too. Each day at work followed a set routine:09:00 -- 10:00hrs Fitness class in Gymnasium 10:30 -- 13:00hrs Prison
Theory & Practice -- Classroom 13:00 -- 14:00hrs Lunch 14:00 -- 17:00hrs
People Management - ClassroomI never realised how much was involved with prison work and the
responsibilities that came with being a prison officer. By the end of next
week we will have trained enough to be introduced to the prison and the
inmates and get down to the real work -- what a scary thought now that I
know the realities of prison life! One consolation is that my body is
becoming more toned and even fitter, not only that but I am regaining my
confidence in dealing with people again which I had lost somewhat since my
divorce. Something inside me is looking forward to the conflict management,
perhaps because it seems akin to being in the army again, who knows, time
will tell.FRIDAY 12TH MARCH 2010Same excuse again! Busy week but what an eye opener! Yesterday we completed
our training course and today we went on a walk about the prison and its
grounds led by Max and Adrian. Each of the six wings were kinder model fotos
being modernised
and made more secure (or should that read more manageable for us staff?)
and all of the CCTV installation had been completed much to the
disgruntlement of the inmates! Needless to say that there was a lot of
jeering and catcalling from the gang members and leaders but the average
inmate was either wary or respectful which was the reaction we were
seeking. Outside were the kitchen gardens, recreational green (used for
cricket, football or rugby depending on the season), the small prison farm
where pigs and chickens were kept, and finally the multi-faith chapel which
had fallen into disrepair. It was in this last building which held the
biggest surprise for us. It had been converted into a small cinema but one
in which would be used for correction treatment of inmates who had broken
the rules. I asked for an explanation, but was told to be patient as all
would be revealed. At one end of the room was a huge white viewing screen
facing twenty five rows of chairs capable of seating up to five hundred
inmates at any one time. Then at the back of the room behind the last row
of chairs was a door marked "Staff Only" with a controlled access
keypad. Adrian tapped in the pass code and ushered us through the doorway,
the sight that met us was astonishing. It was a cross between a gymnasium,
shower area and torture chamber. In one area there was a leather sling, a
large wooden St. Andrews cross and a vaulting box. Each device had hand
cuffs attached at each corner. In another area was what looked like a
dentist chair along with an operating table, again with restraints attached
to each arm. In the shower area there were two handcuffs hanging from the
tiled wall above which a single shower head could be seen. What puzzled me
was a second hose which came out of the pipe feeding the shower, it had a
rounded end with holes (looked rather like a pepper pot!) and hung
redundant on a hook next to the shower head. There was also a commode
(toilet seat fitted within a chair) made from clear plastic suspended over
a clear plastic tank with water inside. From the ceiling over each device
was a CCTV camera standing safely away from the wet area near the entrance
was a handheld video camera and stand. On the other side of the entrance
was a large wardrobe sized metal cabinet securely locked, inside which we
were told were implements to be used in the correction treatment. With the
tour of the correction room over we were led outside and back to the main
dining hall for the inmates from where a lot of hammering noise was
emanating. Inside two of the maintenance crew were attaching a large notice
on the wall in clear view of all diners, this is what it announced."With effect from Monday 15th March 2010 the following rules will be
implemented:1. Possession of weapons, drugs and contraband of any kind will be
strictly prohibited. 2. Violence or abuse of any kind will be strictly
prohibited. 3. Smuggling of weapons, drugs and contraband in or out of
the prison will be strictly prohibited.The first infringement will result in temporary (48hrs) loss of all
personal possessions. A second littlegirlsmodel
infringement will result in permanent loss
of all personal possessions. A third infringement will result in public
correction in the chapel. Any further infringements will result in public
and prolonged correction.If you have any questions regarding the above rules please speak to a
member of staff."Then underneath in bold red writing was another announcement."There will be an amnesty for weapons, drugs and contraband on Monday 15th
March 2010 from 00:01hrs to 23:59hrs inclusive. Any prohibited items found
after the amnesty period will result in due punishments described as
above."Adrian warned us that Monday will be busy but the rest of the week will be
busier as the rules will have to be implemented as the toughest inmates
will seek to resist and break them. We have been warned to make sure that
we're thoroughly rested this weekend ready for next weekend.SATURDAY 13TH MARCH 2010Time out with the boys tonight, met up with Mike and Tom and had a real
laugh at the Kings Head supping a few pints and enjoying their down to
earth sense of humour. I kept my tales of my job pretty lightweight with no
mention of the new rules made. Tom was slowly coming round to the idea of
me working for the "establishment" but Mike still needed convincing and
thought I would have been better off working for the college. Ah well, time
will tell and all that.MONDAY 15TH MARCH 2010First day of the new regime and the amnesty produced a flurry activity from
the small time crooks and regular guys who were sensible enough to
understand that the writing was on the wall for their activities. By the
end of evening some two hundred weapons had been surrendered and several
kilos of drugs. I expressed my admiration on how successful the amnesty had
been to my supervisor, Pete. He snorted and laughed saying that he thought
less than half of the gear had been handed in, so tomorrow will be long and
tiring as there will be some tough nuts to crack.TUESDAY 16TH MARCH 2010Dear diary, Pete was sooo right! During our morning briefing the first of
the gang leaders were to be targeted. His gang name is "Flick" on account
of his favourite weapon being a flick knife cunningly disguised within a
toothbrush, his real name is more mundane -- Charlie Smith. His reputation
was of being fearless and the first to wade in if a fight broke out,
although he wasn't the tallest or heaviest built of guys he was strong and
knew it. He was being targeted sweet angels models
to send a strong message to the rest of the
gangsters.So after the briefing six of us donned riot gear and armed with stun guns
we marched into A-Wing and climbed the stairs onto the first floor and
headed for cell 59 where Flick was housed. The normally noisy wing fell
silent as the inmates realised something was happening and stopped to watch
the proceedings. Arriving at the cell, the door was flung open catching
Flick by surprise; he was sprawled out on his bunk reading a glossy girlie
magazine. The look of shock rapidly changed to the customary aggressive
expression and demanded to know what was going on. He was told that he and
his room was being searched for prohibited items. Laughing in response he
said that we would find nothing; his mirth was short lived because unknown
to him using the CCTV installed in his room we had watched him secreting
his stash of weapons and contraband. Within a couple of minutes we found
the first of his knives, his face fell as he realised the game was up. We
radioed back to the control room that we required a belongings box ASAP
(this is a large plastic box on wheels which can be secured with a padlock
and chain used to store confiscated items). Five minutes later models nn yo
the box
arrived and we continued searching the room, as each article was examined
it was placed into the box with prohibited items being placed into a
separate bag. As bit by bit his cell emptied of his personal possessions
Flick became agitated protesting at the treatment he was receiving. He was
told in no uncertain terms what the new rules were and as he'd broken them
he was facing the confiscation of all his possessions for 48 hours, he'd
get them back if he was a good boy.He smiled quirkily and said "Sure. I think I can do good."Within ten minutes his cell was empty and the box was brimming full of his
clothing and personal bits and bobs, the only items left was his bedding
and the clothes he stood in. Now we turned our attention to Flick, telling
him to remove the clothes he was wearing. Backing away from us he made for
the doorway in a bid to escape, without success as Pete blocked his route
and drew his stun gun."Now son, you can do it the easy way and do as you're told or you can do it
the hard way. We will stun you, then strip you and you'll wake up aching
all over. Either way you're going to be naked for the next 48 hours." Pete
told him as he cocked the trigger of the gun.Gulping audibly Flick thought for a second or two before pulling his prison
issue sweatshirt over his head and handed it to me, quickly followed by his
T-shirt revealing his smooth chest covered in green and red dragon tattoos
with their tails trailing down his muscular biceps. Despite myself I could
not help but admire his physique and thought he really was quite attractive
in a bad-boy way. Catching my eye he grinned impishly before slipping his
hands inside the waistband of his jogging bottoms and pushing them down to
his ankles. As he stepped out of them he straightened up revealing the fact
that he had been going commando and his decent sized cock bobbed at half
mast indicating that he wasn't too bothered by this turn of events. Last to
go were his socks which he threw in the direction of the box announcing
that he had complied with our request so, were we happy now?Pete nodded indicating that he was satisfied with the outcome and turned on
his heels pushing the now padlocked box in front of him. As we filed out of
the cell Flick followed us asking what he was supposed to do now and what
about the box. Being the last one out I turned boy model nonnude
round, trying to keep my
eyes on his face I replied"You need to carry on with your normal routine, your prison job is to be
carried out and meal times attended etc. Your box will be returned to him
in 48 hours time.""That's easy for you to say, it's not you who's naked!""True enough, but rules are rules and you broke them. Make sure you don't
break them again otherwise you'll be in this state again and next time it
will be permanent. Besides, I don't think you'll be the only one in this
predicament by the end of today." I smiled as I walked out onto the
landing.Flick followed me clearly wanting to continue the conversation, momentarily
forgetting himself until he realised he had the attention of the entire
wing. Frowning he looked around before yelling out"What are you lot staring at? Never seen a man's knob before? Get a life!"I chuckled at this latest outburst all the way down the stairs and caught
up with my colleagues before leaving the A-Wing and making our way over to
B-Wing. Word gets round fast in our prison; the inmates on B-Wing were
waiting for us including our next target, Tyler Abegundi. Flick had been
our warm up in preparation of this man; Tyler would need more careful
handling. He didn't bother with weapons or drugs to rule this wing, he
didn't need to; he was a mountain of a man, tall and very muscular with
huge fists which could break bones with ease. He was normally placid but
when riled he went ballistic and his sadistic nature became
evident. Self-confident as ever he casually leaned against his cell's door
frame clearly in view of the wing as if holding court."Gentlemen." his voice boomed along the landing towards us "You won't find
any prohibited items in my cell; you're wasting your time. So don't think
of pulling that stunt you did on Flick with me |
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