Bhai Ke Saath Wo Raat 8211 Part II
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I'm so glad that horrible trial is over with. The judge really had it out
for me and Joey. It's unfair, because all I did was drive and it wasn't like
he did more than threaten that lady. But because Joey already has a record
waiting to be sealed, they got to decide he was a dangerous case and needed
some kind of special rehabilitation.
On the plus side, they said that once Joey finished his 9-month
rehabilitation at some place called Rosemond, his record could be sealed.
And our lawyer got me off free as long as I attended court-scheduled
conjugal visits. Haha! They acted like it was a big deal, and I played
along, but I'm basically coming out of this with a bonus. I don't want not
to see Joey for nine! He's really special to me - I have to admit I love
him, and I could really see having his baby.
He gave me a deep kiss when they dragged him away, and the court said the
first visit was scheduled for next Saturday.
=*=
Joey was AMAZING! I think being pent up in there for a week really brought
something out of him. This might be a little TMI, but I haven't been walking
straight from how hard he gave it to me. We only had an hour but I got him
to cum three times, the last time by sucking his thick cock because I was
already getting sore.
He told me a little about Rosemond. Evidently the classes are some kind of
experimental new thing, because he doesn't remember anything about them but
seemed kind of impressed by them anyway. Other than that, not a lot to talk
about. They've got him doing weird aerobics exercise, which he hates, and
they've been running all kinds of medical tests on him.
=*=
Those trifling bitches! They evidently made Joey exercise right before this
week's visit, and it really wore him out. We tried going a second time but
he was just too exhausted to get it all the way up. I think it bothered him
more than he'd say, because I swear he had tears in his eyes when I told him
it was okay, that we'd make up for it next time.
Today I told Joey about my visit to the gynecologist - I've discontinued my
birth control and started on fertility treatments. I was afraid he'd be
upset, but he's really happy about the idea of giving me a baby. He said
it'd be so wonderful to have me and our baby waiting when he got out. That
had him on the verge of tears again; I think today was just exhausting and
emotional for him. I haven't seen this side of him before, and I don't know
how to feel about it. I guess it means he'll make a good dad when he gets
out.
=*=
After we were finished (Rosemond has really taken its toll on him, but I
still look forward to our time together), Joey told me what the other guys
in Rosemond were like. He said that it was mostly sex offenders, and that a
couple of guys had been raped in the last few weeks. I didn't ask if he had,
but... it wouldn't have surprised me? Like, that might explain why he's
seemed so broken-down lately. Today they didn't even make him exercise, but
he still couldn't get it up after we were done. And I swear it took longer
for him to in the first place.
The exercise isn't doing his body any favors, either. They're not letting
him do any weight training or anything to keep up his muscle mass, and he's
already gotten a little less cut. He told me that's happening to everyone
there, so it must be the program and not him. I asked the nurse about it on
the way out and she said they had two hours of assigned exercise a day. I
asked her what kind of exercise and she scowled and said I wouldn't know
what she was talking about.
=*=
I was really disappointed when I got my period yesterday. I guess it was
stupid to hope I'd get pregnant right away, but I did hope I would. It also
meant that today we couldn't really do anything. I gave Joey a blowjob, and
he was super into it, but it seemed hard for him to stay hard. I asked him
about it, and he started crying.
I had to tell him it was OK, it didn't make him less of a man. I do love
Joey, but I really don't like seeing him cry. He's a man, and call me old-
fashioned but men should act like men.
He had a lot to complain about. He said the faggy uniforms they had to wear
were really chafing him, and he was sick of how long his hair was getting.
He told me he had tried to get the school groomer to leave his moustache,
but she wouldn't - she groomed everyone the same. He hated it, and I have to
say I think he'd look way better with a moustache. More masculine.
On an impulse, I asked if there was any way they could do a fertility test
on Joey. They told me they did as part of their standard battery when he
entered and he had tested just fine, and he had a full physical coming up in
a month, but they'd bump up the fertility test if he consented.
=*=
Joey was crying a lot again today, but after the news he got I don't really
blame him. Evidently they did run those tests on him, and he was sterile.
His sperm count was lower than a sixty-year-old man's and their motility was
worse. It was horrible of them to tell him that to his face the day before
he was supposed to meet with his girlfriend. I spent the hour we had holding
him close, telling him it was probably a temporary effect from his time in
prison - that was stress doing it to him. He said, "I haven't even been
under that much stress lately," in a whine that actually turned my stomach.
I hate feeling so hard towards him, but seeing him crack like this has made
me a tiny bit glad that I wasn't able to get pregnant? I mean, I do feel
sad, but more than that what I feel is relief. Is that cruel? I can't really
help it, but I feel bad about it.
He actually proposed to me, while his exfoliated face and long hair were in
my lap crying, and the best I could say was, "Oh, we'll get engaged after
you get out." That didn't bother him, but I think if he had proposed to me
the day before he got out I would have said yes. I might have married him by
now.
=*=
I guess I haven't written about the last couple of times we were together.
It hasn't really been too exciting. After last week he basically stopped
trying to fuck me, and I'm kind of glad because I don't find him anywhere
near as attractive as I used to. His hair is too long, his skin is too soft,
and his guns have turned into butter. He cries all the time, and he doesn't
even seem to care about the sterility thing. I've honestly been thinking
about giving him some space until he gets out.
=*=
Today things kind of boiled over.
So Joey and I were talking - you know, like we always do now - and he was
telling me that the doctor had worked a way around his sexual problem.
Stupidly, I got excited. Even though I'm not sure I even love him now, I
really missed Joey the way he was. These visits always make me sentimental.
I asked him what it was, and he told me, in that fucking breathy excited
little mouse voice that I swear he does to piss me off, "prostate
stimulation." He looked at me like I'd be happy about it. I almost spat out
my water.
"What the fuck," I said. "They want to fuck you in the ass?"
"It works," he said in a defensive whine.
I gasped. "Oh my god, you let them?"
"You don't know what it's been like," he said. "I haven't been able to get
off for weeks, Amy!"
"Two months in prison," I said bitterly. "Two months! And now you've turned
fag on me."
"I'm not a fag," he said. "It's just a plug."
"I'm sure you only let one of the boys fuck you every other day," I said.
Then he started bawling like a baby.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I said. "Get it together, Joey."
But he just blubbered. It was pathetic.
"Why would you say I do that so often," he said.
I instantly realized what he had said, and I had a sort of moment of
clarity. I stopped caring. Sometimes prison shows you how a man is going to
be under stress, and two months of this cozy-ass place turned Joey into a
faggot. I guess it wasn't exactly his fault, but I was done with him.
"It's okay," I said, patting him on the back.
=*=
I got this furious call from Rosemond today. Evidently the terms of my
release forbid "moral turpitude", so that date I went on was a strike.
Honestly, it was worth it - you try going more than a month without a good
fuck and see how much you'll give for one. I grumbled about that, but then
they dropped the bombshell.
The conjugal appointments were MANDATORY. I had to spend an hour with Joey
every week. I begged them to let me off, I told them my suspicions of Joey,
and they said if I wanted to be retried as an adult for my complicity in his
crime they'd arrange it.
I laid on the waterworks - honestly, sort of imitating Joey, and I'm not
sure why - and the visitors' manager agreed to drop it to every two weeks
for good behavior.
I'm so not looking forward to next week.
=*=
I knew Joey had sort of turned fag in the can, but I had no idea how far it
would go. A nurse was there to 'ensure compliance' - she stripped me naked,
and Joey actually got to work right away fondling at me. I almost snapped
"take it if you want it so much," but I was afraid that'd send him into
tears again. So emotional.
The real surprise came when she stripped Joey. He looked surprisingly
different. His muscle tone was all gone, but more importantly he was
starting to look a little girly. His ass used to be toned and now it's round
and soft. I wanted to slap it for the trouble he gave me, and I was sure
it'd jiggle. His chest was puffy. I pointed to one of his nipples and asked,
"Is that normal?"
She said, "Sometimes gaining weight and losing muscle mass will cause minor
breast development in feminine men," she said. "I'm sure it'll resolve
itself."
I grimaced. "Sure."
"Well, you know what to do."
And I did. I didn't want any more of this than I had to have. I took him in
my mouth and blew him harder than I ever have or ever will have to blow
anyone. I sucked on his half-limp cockhead for twenty minutes. He kept
begging me to stop, but I wanted to get him to climax. Finally, squealing
like a fairy, he filled my tongue with a thin fluid which I spat on the
table in front of the nurse.
"There," I said. "Done."
He picked up on my abruptness, and he started crying. I just closed my eyes
and took deep breaths.
=*=
I've lost track of this diary for a while. The sex has sort of come back to
our visits over the last couple of months, but I don't really like thinking
about it. I might have to testify or something eventually, so here's a
summary: I've had to watch Joey as he does weird bitch shit. He's always got
a dildo on hand - it's longer than I'd be comfortable with, but it seems to
be what he likes - and to make sure we're meeting our requirement I'll have
my hand somewhere on his body while he fucks himself with it until he cums.
He's been trying to make me touch his bitch tits, and it turns him on so
much that I kind of get grossed out and have to back away. The last time I
did he started crying about how he's so weak and how he's so sorry, so
lately I've been sort of putting up with it.
I don't know if I can take three more months of this.
=*=
On the one hand, I guess part of me still has feelings for Joey and doesn't
like seeing him fucked by some big guy. On the other hand, seeing that
tanned hardbody up close and personal pouring his nut into Joey's soft,
jiggling ass is the most action I've gotten since October. Maybe next time
I'll focus on him and try and rub one out. It's not like that castrated fag
is going to care.
=*=
Hiii!
Trish
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