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It was a small Southern town, isolated, and obscure, and when I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror I was astonished, since I knew I had been driving well below the posted speed limit of forty five miles per hour.  I felt a bit of outrage, but decided that the best thing to do in such a situation is to go along with the flow, and cooperate fully.

I stopped and waited in the car, having pulled out my license and papers, and looked curiously at the approaching officers behind me.  I was surprised that both of them were females, and quite attractive, and were quite well endowed physically.

I had rolled the window down, and looked up as one of the women approached my side.  It was about nine pm at night, and she held a flashlight and shined it into the rear of the car as she walked up to the window.  She was very serious, and flashed  the light into the front seat passenger side.

"May I see your license please?", she said, looking at me intensely.  I quickly gave it to her, and she focused the light on it,  reading it carefully.  She handed it back to me.

"You were going ten miles an hour over the speed limit," she stated, her face expressionless and stern.  I knew that my speedometer had read about thirty seven miles an hour when I passed through the town so this seemed quite unbelievable, and irritating.

"I looked up at her in puzzlement.  "I'm sure I was driving below forty, I just can't understand it."

"Your speedometer must be off some," she said efficiently, we clocked you officially at fifty five."

I paused and looked at her briefly, and shrugged my shoulders..."Darndest thing," I managed, "I'm usually very careful."  She began to write out a ticket and was looking at the back seat as she did so.

She was a very pretty young brunette, and had an air of strong authority about her, and I knew that trying to engage in small talk would not be advisable.   "So you think we're being unfair to you?", she said, as she handed me the speeding ticket.

"Well...no officer...I'm sure I must be mistaken about my speed, and I'll be sure to watch the limit carefully from now on."  

The other woman was holding her flashlight looking at my license plate carefully.  She came around to the front next to the other officer and motioned her back to speak.  The two whispered for a short time and the one who had given me the ticket nodded her head.  She came back to the window. 

"May we look in your trunk please?"    A chill hit me and I became very apprehensive, but knew that I had nothing to hide and quickly handed her the keys.

The two went back and the other officer opened the trunk lid.  They looked carefully through the contents, and suddenly the other woman held something up in apparent surprise.  They both quickly walked to my window and the one who had talked to me originally,  spoke. 

"Step out of the car please," she half shouted.  A lightening bolt of fear hit me and I began to shake in disbelief.  I opened the door and got out and looked at the beautiful woman in shock. 

"Turn around please," she said ominously to me, "and put your hands behind your back."

I fumbled for words and found them impossible to formulate.  "What seems to be the problem?," I said hoarsely,  "have I done something wrong?  All I have in the trunk are tools and necessities, please tell me what's wrong!"

She ignored my words and gave me the Miranda warning...."You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a lawyer and If you do not have legal representation someone will be assigned you by the court.  Do you understand what I have just told you?" 

"Yes..yes",  I was frozen with shock and disbelief and shook visibly as she escorted me back to the police cruiser.  "What have I done, please tell me?"

They pushed me into the car without comment and she put her hand firmly on top of my head as I ducked into the seat. Her full breast inadvertently rubbed against the my neck as she did so, and I fell into the back, in total fear and shock.  The other woman had locked my car and they both got into the cruiser.

As the police car moved away the other woman looked back curiously at me, not saying a word.  She was very pretty with a well formed body, as they both were, and I could smell her perfume as she talked over the two way radio.

The drive to the police station took about ten minutes, and having parked outside, we walked into the building.  I was processed and finger printed, and a mug shot was taken.  "We found cocaine in your trunk," said the beautiful policewoman, "a very serious crime, and you will appear before Judge Barnes tomorrow morning.  We believe in swift justice in these parts, and you will be have an official hearing concerning the charges."

My eyes bugged open, and I stared at her in horror after hearing the reason for the arrest.  "Cocaine!  No, no, no, I have no cocaine, please you've got to believe me!"

The petrifying shock of the situation was dawning on me now, and it was becoming clearer by the moment that I had been set up.  The absolute terror of this unspeakable development was quickly reducing me to a shivering, helpless fool.  How could the police do such a thing...why in the hell had I driven through here in the first place...could I find a lawyer to defend me here.

They took all of my belongings and put me in a cell for the night.  After the door was locked I sat on the cot,  numb, and horrified beyond belief.  Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and the experience was quickly shredding my sense of reality.  Why would they set me up like this...what was going on.  I knew I would find out tomorrow morning, and I needed to contact my relatives about this incredible development.

I barely slept, that night, and the fear that gripped my guts was powerful and unending.  I finally managed to doze off and on, and when the morning finally came, I was wide awake and my stomach very unsettled and queasy when a guard came for me, and escorted me through the large police station, and courthouse building complex.

I was astounded by the swiftness of my appearance before the judge, and when we entered the courtroom there was no one else there, and I stood with the attractive police guard waiting impatiently.  She said nothing, but merely  held my cuffed hands behind me.  Finally the judge came through the rear door and sat in her seat, looking carefully at me.

At that time two more female police guards came into the room and stood on either side of me.  The judge was a very attractive woman in her fifties, and was not wearing the traditional black robe, but a form fitting gray business suit.  She was perfectly groomed, and smelled of a strong and intoxicating perfume.

She shuffled through the report and looked at me in a very businesslike manner.   "Mr. Rhodes, you have been charged with possession of cocaine, a very serious crime, and we will give you a speedy bench hearing, and quick justice.  You will find that such a crime here is dealt with swiftly, and severely."

I lost control and spoke up loudly, trying desperately to defend myself. "Your honor, please....please I don't know where that cocaine came from...I would never have such a thing with me.  I have never used drugs....never!"

The expression on the face of the stunning female Judge was unyielding.  

"Do not try to tell me that the cocaine in not yours Mr. Rhodes,  I do not take kindly to such lies in my courtroom."

I suddenly knew that I was the victim of a complete setup, and my stomach did flip flops as she flared at me in anger.  "Please, please let me call my lawyer I pleaded, and my family...I tell you I am innocent of these charges!"

The two attractive female guards moved in closely and gripped my secured hands.  "You will not need a lawyer sir,  nothing will rescue you from this very serious charge.  I sentence you to two years in prison, your sentence to commence immediately, at our maximum security facility.  If you speak again I will double your sentence!"

I was shaking uncontrollably, horrified at this outrageous miscarriage of justice, and stammered, unable to speak coherently.  I knew that I must go along with anything required of me until I could contact my family or lawyer.  Surely this could not be happening to me...this kind of thing just did not happen in this day and age.

The only thing I could do was to cooperate and bide my time until I could figure some way out of this.  One of the guards produced a hypodermic syringe, and squirted in the air in preparation for an injection.

She rolled up my sleeve and quickly jabbed me with the needle as I recoiled against her grip, and injected the fluid into my arm.  A horror rolled over me as the full terror of the situation hit me, and when I felt an involuntary relaxation coming over me,  tears began to form in my eyes, and I became very relaxed and limp.  The guards gripped my arms tightly and escorted me out to a waiting van, and I was placed in the back, sitting against one wall, and cuffed, hands behind to the seat.  There was no one else in the back of the van.

I slumped a bit, half asleep, and felt the jostling and jolting for at least an hour, before the vehicle came to a halt, and I was taken out and into a high security facility of some kind.  There was an electrified fence surrounding the complex, and it was totally engulfed by a thick, impenetrable forest.  I was processed through a reception area, where I was given a full cavity search by one of several attractive women. 

They released my bonds and ordered me to strip in front of them, and as I bent over one of them probed my rectum painfully with rubber, lubricated gloves.  My humiliation was indescribable, and the attractive woman fingering my inner bowels seemed to enjoy her work.  "Hold still sir, or we may be required to be more forceful with you."

I shivered in the nude as the three women looked on and the woman finished her painful project.

Next I was issued prison garb, an orange jumpsuit, and slippers, and taken to a high security prison room with a one foot square window in the door.  There were no windows, and the walls were made of a tough and pliable fabric. The room contained a comfortable bed, toilet, and sink.

I was still very groggy and lay down before long and fell into a deep sleep.  I was completely out for hours, oblivious to the world.  When I awoke my frightening fear came back to me, remembering the impossible situation into which I had been trapped.  Soon breakfast was brought to me, given to me through the sliding window in the heavy door.

The guard said nothing, and I finished my meal quickly, enjoying the delicious breakfast given me.  Later I heard a knock on the small window, and a guard slid it back allowing me to give the tray to her.  I was left alone for an hour or so, nervously contemplating my numbing situation, and when the door opened I jumped up and stood at attention, having no idea what might come next.

Two guards and a nurse came into the room and after cuffing my hands behind me, told me to sit as they stood by.  The nurse was very business like, and carried a small tray with a hypodermic needle and an alcohol swab.  "Please, may I call a lawyer or talk to my family, they're going to be very worried."  The pretty nurse pulled my sleeve up and swabbed my arm carefully.  "I wouldn't worry about that right now," she said quietly, "you have extensive processing to go through, beginning with a minor surgery this morning."

"What...I...a surgery?," I managed as the nurse jabbed my arm expertly with the needle.  She said nothing as she injected the fluid and again I felt a numbing sensation as the drug took effect.  She got up and the two guards led me down a hallway to what appeared to be a medical area.  I was feeling very woozy by now, and they led me into a cold surgical room and sat me in a special chair similar to one that might be found in a dentist's office.

They strapped me in and another woman entered, apparently a doctor, and pulled over a small rolling tray with instruments on it.  "I'm Dr. Paine and I'm going to do a minor surgical procedure on your throat.  You'll have just a little pain when you wake up but it won't be bad at all, so don't worry.  I'm afraid this is necessary." 

A nurse sat beside me and inserted an IV into my arm as I looked on absently, and then injected an anesthetic into the line.  I felt myself fall away quickly, and had no awareness whatever for an indeterminate time.  When I came to I was in some kind of recovery room, cuffed to a bed, and felt a slight soreness in my throat.

Soon the Doctor came in and looked down at me.  "You seem to be doing fine," she said, opening my mouth with her hand, "you'll feel just a slight discomfort for a day or so.  I'm afraid you will not be able to speak for quite some time.  I made a few minor alterations to the nerve plexus in your speech apparatus, and it will be at least a year before the tissue fully repairs itself.  At that point, you will be able to speak normally again, with no side effects."

"We find that this is necessary for the schedule that you will be following during the coming months.  You will be much, much better off if you simply do exactly as you are told here,  and in time you will be released and allowed to leave.  I'm afraid you must serve your full sentence for your crime."

I looked up at her stunned and mortified, and tried to speak but nothing came out.  My eyes bulged out in horror and anger as she looked at me, and the fury I felt could not be described.  "You might even enjoy yourself here in time," she grinned slyly, "your work here will be, shall we say, intensely sexual in nature, and you would be well advised to do exactly as you're told at all times.  There is a punishment area here that you want to avoid at all cost, " she said sternly,  "just do as you're told and do your time." 

"I hope you will not have to be convinced that resistance is completely futile here." 

She left and two guards released me and walked me cuffed to another area, and into a large well furnished room.  There was a desk and extensive library around the walls, and they sat me in a comfortable chair in front of the desk. 

In a few minutes another woman walked in, a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair,  in her fifties, and she sat at her desk and looked over some papers as I and the guards waited patiently.  She laid them down and looked at me, not smiling at all.

"I am Warden Bardeau," she informed me, "and I must speak frankly and candidly with you now, and I promise you are not going to like it."  She sniffed and continued, choosing her words with rote skill.

"You have committed a very serious crime in our quiet city and now I'm afraid you must suffer the consequences here at our Maximum Security facility. We have forty seven other prisoners incarcerated here at this time, serving sentences for various crimes.  I'm afraid your's is far more serious than most, so you will be treated accordingly." 

She got up and walked over to me and motioned for me to stand.  I got up at once, still trembling from the outrage and shock of the whole situation, and she reached down and unfastened my pants and allowed them to fall to the floor.

My cock was becoming hard as she felt between my legs, fingering my balls firmly.  She stroked me softly as she looked into my eyes.  She moved very close to me, putting her lips next to my ear.  Her perfume was intoxicating, and her hair silky hair brushed against my cheek as she whispered to me.

"You won't be able to speak for at least a year," she murmured,  "but there will not be a need for you to speak, and frankly your mouth will be full most of the time so that speaking might be a bit difficult anyway."

She grinned wickedly at me as she returned to her desk.  She motioned to the female guards and they pulled my pants up and fastened them once again.  The guards pushed down on my shoulders and I sat down.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?, she said absently, looking at me with a curious glint in her eyes, "just nod your head yes or no."  I was flabbergasted at her question, and nodded my head no,  back and forth quickly, my eyes wide open in puzzlement.  A bad feeling was beginning to grip my stomach, and I listened incredulously as she went on.

"You will suck cock here," she smiled crookedly, "a lot of it!"  I looked at her in utter disbelief, and my eyes were strangely slanted, still not comprehending what she could be saying.  "We make gay porn videos here," she continued, "the filthiest in the world, I'm told, and they bring in millions of dollars each year for us.  It seems fair that the prisoners repay the city for their transgressions, and what a lucrative way to do it."

"It will take a while for you to adjust fully to your new world, but rest assured , you will enjoy it greatly within a few months, and even embrace and crave it, believe me."

"Being a cocksucker is not so bad," she snickered, and the nutritious liquid that will be fed to you.   Ummmmm....yummy!," she laughed.

I was trembling with fear and dread now, desperately trying to maintain my sense of mental stability, but knowing that these women had complete control over my life now, and would insure that I obeyed them at all cost.

She looked at the guards and motioned with her hand......."Take him to the punishment room for his tutorial," she said, then make sure he gets his dinner."

The guards whisked me out and down another long hallway and into a reception area where I was greeted by a very pretty women in her thirties.  She wore a white lab coat, and was studying a report as the guards stripped off my clothing.  The orange jumpsuits were made in a special way using Velcro, so that they could be  pulled apart and off of the body easily and quickly, and put back on just as easily.

I stood there shivering, in shock and fear, and anger, and looked at her feebly as she read the report.  "Cocaine possession, resisting arrest.  You have been a bad boy haven't you?", she whispered, "but we shall now indoctrinate you so that you will be obedient while here and do your duties with great fervor. We find that a severe and painful demonstration on entry, has a powerful effect on the new prisoner's motivation.  We require mindless obedience from you, nothing less."

I was terrified now, and looked pleadingly at her, unable to comprehend the new world into which I had been thrust.  She was completely indifferent to my silent pleas, and turned and walked through a door and into another hallway.  There were many doors on either side, and I could hear occasional yelps and moans of pain, and my stomach became nauseous immediately.

The guards pushed me along, and she opened a door and we went into a large room filled with many kinds of obscure fixtures, and a whole collection of what were apparently torture devices.  I was near vomiting now and had to be handled forcefully as they shoved me onto a restraint table, and as I sat, hands still behind me,they  strapped my ankles down firmly.  They released my hands and pulled me back, fastening my wrists, arms, and legs. 

I was completely immobile and shaking in terror as the cold woman in the lab coat  pulled over an electronic device with various wire leads coming from it.  The guards looked on in interest as the woman began to attach electrodes to my penis testicles, and nipples.

She took a small hypodermic needle and injected the base of my penis as I squirmed, and held the spot tightly as my dick became erect.  She flipped my cock back and forth until it bounced, and held it firmly as she inserted a thick, flexible wire inside my urethra all the way to the base.

I jumped from the pain and rolled my head back and forth until she finished, and was sweating profusely now, unable to control my terror.

The woman stood looking down at me, gloating obscenely at my predicament. 

"My name is Brandi, Mr. Rhodes, and my duty is to convince you to cooperate totally, completely, absolutely, and with consummate diligence, any command given you here, especially as pertains to sucking cock and swallowing semen.  In time you will come to crave it but for now I must convince you.  Now, let us begin."

"Mr. Rhodes, from this point on you are a cocksucker, a lowlife cum eating cocksucker, and you must act accordingly each moment while you are here as our guest."  She sat and turned on the device, and a red light came on, and I could hear a faint buzzing sound as she began to turn a large dial on the front.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes and she seemed to enjoy this as she began to induce a current through the flexible copper wire inside my cock.  The sharp pain hit me and I jerked violently, tensing with a major thrust against the thick straps.  I tried to scream but no sound came out, and my open mouth gasped in agony as she slowly increased the current.

She looked into my eyes as she worked, speaking to me firmly.   "All you have to do to avoid this is to do exactly as you are told, and to suck dick and eat cum any time you are commanded to do so.   Are you going to be a good cocksucker?, she grinned, as I writhed in severe pain.  I nodded desperately, unable to endure the unbearable torment.  I was crying now, and she asked again, as she turned another knob below the large one. 

My nipples felt as if they were being shredded with a grinder as the cruel current ripped them, and once again I tried to scream but could not as she looked closely at my eyes.  I swore, oh how I swore I would do anything, anything to avoid this treatment, and tried desperately to convince her as the vicious electric torture  invaded my balls.  My whole body was in excruciating pain now as my nuts exploded in shards of cutting glass, and I jerked violently against the restraints, sweat pouring from my tortured body.

She let up on the current and once again looked closely into my eyes.  "You want to be a cocksucker don't you?"  I nodded yes so quickly that the sweat was flung onto the vinyl cover of the table, and she paused and looked deeply into my wet eye sockets.  "We will see," she said, "we will see."

"If you do not cooperate fully and give one hundred percent in all you do here, you will visit me again, and again, and each time the torture will be more severe. I have countless ways to cause you agony, you must believe me.  Are you fully understanding me?"  I was crying from the fiery pain in my privates and nipples, and nodded my head profusely, looking at her with the most complete subservience that was in me.  I didn't care what I had to do here, I could never endure this again, there was not a doubt in my mind.

"Good," she whispered, "then my work with you is done for now."  She took out another hypodermic and swabbed my arm, injecting the fluid in rapidly.  A calmness came over me as the pain disappeared, and my body relaxed from the tight muscle spasms that had gripped me only a short time before.  She removed the wires and penis probe, and pulled the metal tray to one side.

The guards released me, and cuffed my hands again and removed me from the table.  The entire vinyl surface was soaked from my sweat, and the guards replaced my Velcro jumpsuit, and we left the room and I was taken back to my cell.

My dinner was brought to me and I gulped it down voraciously, still groggy, and feeling the faint ache in my most sensitive areas.  I fell into a complete sleep, and did not awaken for many hours.

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That night I was awakened about twelve o'clock and two guards cuffed me, and took me to a large room not far away.  As we walked in I saw several attractive female guards standing in an an open tiled area.  I was still partly asleep and could not make out what was going on.  The woman who had tortured me was there standing in the open area, and was wearing a thick leather strap on her belt. 

She quickly stuck an eye dropper in my mouth and emptied out some bitter tasting liquid.  Just then two men walked in, wearing slacks and dress shirts.  They were well dressed and appeared not to be prisoners.

They walked up and stood near me, grinning widely at my fright and confusion.  The torture woman, Brandi, stood nearby also.

"These gentlemen are going to break you in Mr. Rhodes, and make sure that you are aware of what will be expected of you here."  She looked at me intensely and my stomach became unsettled immediately....."Do you remember what I told you in the punishment room Mr. Rhodes?" 

I was terrified of her and nodded up and down as I looked at her cruel eyes.

Brandi looked at the guards and winked....."Ladies, this is the first cocksucking session for this prisoner, and we are beginning what will be many months of the most disgusting oral and anal servitude possible for him.  As you know our prisoners have their power of speech removed by a special and simple surgery, and their speech normally does not return for a least a year, sometimes two."

Several video cameras surrounded the area along with digital cameras for pictures, and every angle was covered carefully.  The woman in charge of the equipment seemed quite competent, and stood smiling as we waited.

A female guard ripped off my clothing and pushed me downward to the floor in front of the two men.  Fear and shame gripped me as the men unzipped their pants and pulled out their dicks.  They moved close to me stroking their dripping cocks and I knew that I had no choice whatever.  The drug given me at the beginning of the session began to take effect, and my whole body became overheated, and my cock and balls swollen.

One on each side,  they rubbed their large members over my lips.  I could smell their manhood and as their precum oozed out Brandi whacked me lightly on the thigh.  "Suck these men off, now Mr. Rhodes, and swallow their ejaculate."  The first man slapped me with his hard dick and shoved his cockhead between my lips and into my mouth.  Terrified, I began to suck on it diligently as he held my head, and soon he had it pumping in and out to the back of my throat.

They changed off and the other man forced his large meat into my mouth, and I could barely get my lips around it.  I tasted the swampy liquid from his pisshole, and it was beginning to drain quite heavily as I sucked it.  My humiliation was unique in my experience as I received their erect cocks, and soon they were fucking my mouth, first one, then the other, causing me to gag uncontrollably . 

They traded off and my mouth became nothing more than a suckhole to them as they used me.  "That's it cocksucker, eat your fucking lunch,"  came the offensive words to me as my oral cavity was expanded to it's fullest eating the massive dicks.

They became very insistent, moaning loudly, and as a heavy streamer of drainage flowed into my mouth, it was followed by a massive gusher of semen that nearly came out of my nose.  The thick paste splashed out of my mouth and as Brandi lashed me hard, I quickly gulped down the salty scuzz, swallowing at least three times to get it all.  He moaned and held my head firmly as he ejaculated the raunchy mess into my mouth, and it was dribbling in thick globs from my chin as I attempted to get it down my throat.

I started to vomit but another hard slash to my hip reminded me of the price of failure in my efforts here, and I held still as the bitter globs of semen were pumped into my wide open gullet.

His dick finally plopped out and hung before my face dripping as the other man grabbed my head and forced his rock hard penis into my draining oral cavity.  He fucked hard, holding my head solidly as he pushed his dick down my throat, and I gagged desperately, and pulled violently against his grip to get air.  With my mouth still wide open he squirted a thick streamer of hot scum directly in, and over my outstretched tongue, and I gulped heavily as his discharge spewed outward.

"Look up at him you ignorant cocksucker!", Brandi screamed, as the other guards chatted and laughed.  I cannot describe my total shame as I looked up at him watching me, and grunting with a twisted smile on his face.  He continued to splatter a very thick viscous cream into my mouth until I had swallowed most of it, and his dick fell out also, and a torrent of thick scum poured onto the floor.

Brandi became quite agitated that I had lost some of the disgusting slime and forced my head down to the wet tiles and made me lick it up and eat it.  The two men zipped up and left, and I kneeled there in shock, my entire face coated with their dicksnot.

The guards pulled me to my feet and dressed me quickly, and escorted me back to my room.  There were community showers down the hall and I would be allowed to clean myself tomorrow.

I couldn't sleep, and the humiliation that pounded me wouldn't go away.  I had never done anything like this before, and now I had been forced to actually suck another man's cock and eat his semen.  The thought was more sickening to me more than I could describe, but the terror I felt about Brandi was all consuming.  I just couldn't stand another torture session like the one I had already received.

The aphrodisiac given me just before the session had been quite powerful, and I actually experienced a strange kind of sexual arousal during the disgusting activities.  I fell into a deep sleep, which lasted unabated far into the morning.  They allowed me to sleep, apparently to gain my strength, and mental stability.

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In the morning I was given breakfast once again through the door, and after finishing the meal and returning the tray I waited apprehensively for what must have been half and hour.  Finally the window opened and a guard told me to put my wrists up to the window to be cuffed.  They brought me out into the hallway and we proceeded about twenty yards to the community shower.

When we entered there were perhaps ten men taking a shower, and they had ankle restraints that forced them to shuffle when they walked.  There were two other female guards supervising them, and all guards at the facility had full projectile TASERS in a holster on their belt. 

No one looked at me, and I avoided eye contact as I was stripped by the two female guards.  "Take your shower now and be quick about it," said the attractive blond prison guard, "we have a full schedule today."

Before my hands were released ankle restraints were also placed on me and I fumbled awkwardly with the shower controls.  I managed to get the water at suitable temperature and soaped myself down as the guards watched.  I made it quick and cleaned myself thoroughly, and felt quite good as I finished.  I dried with a towel provided and stood waiting for instructions.

I was puzzled when they didn't replace my prison garb immediately, and as they moved over to me I knew something was up.  There were five male prisoners left and three of them  had just finished and were preparing to dry themselves.  One of my guards signaled the other supervisory guards, and a knowing expression of understanding passed between them. 

My blond guard called to the three who were nearby...."You three stand right there and don't move."  They looked at the wet concrete floor and nodded, apparently having gone through this before, from their strange expressions.

She shoved me roughly pushing me to my knees in front of them.  They gathered around me, knowing what would be expected of them, and I noticed that each of them began to develop an erection.

"You're going to suck some shower room cock you stupid bastard....you're going to eat some clean dick this time and swallow hot cum....now get your ass to it!"  One of the guards pulled out a small camcorder from a leather pouch on her belt, and began to videotape the action.

I knelt there on the wet shower room floor, feeling a terrible kind of degradation as the three erect cocks bounced in front of my face.  The guard slapped me on the ass and I dove to it, knowing the unbearable punishment for disobedience of any kind.  I must resign myself to this until I could find a way out.  They would all surely be prosecuted for these crimes...a prison committing crimes against prisoners.  It was outrageous.

I grabbed a dick and forced my mouth over it, and let it slide all the way in.  I started sucking, making slurping sounds as I serviced the stiff penis.  Cum drained into my mouth immediately and I swallowed it at once.  I moved to the next dick, and shoved it in my mouth.  A large set of balls slapped my chin as I sucked on it, and I was disgusted at the prospect of swallowing what was inside those huge nuts.

I let the throbbing peter slip from my mouth and slid my open lips over the third cock.  "Hey!," came the frightening call behind me, "You look them in the eye while you're sucking their dicks, that's only being polite isn't it?"  The other guards cracked up, and they all laughed, enjoying my complete degradation, and the shame was beginning to eat deeply into my psyche as each hour passed here.

I looked up and a man of about twenty five was looking down at me with a half grin on his face, obviously enjoying my shame.  I sucked harder, using my tongue as I ate his hard weiner, and he grabbed my head firmly and began fucking my mouth.  The guards were making lewd comments about my natural skill at this, and soon the long pecker was bumping the entrance to my throat near orgasm.

My eyes blurred over as the first thick streamer of cum splattered in, and I could barely see as I swallowed the tangy mess, gulping and gagging at the same time.  He continued pumping my open mouth, squirting several more spurts of dickwad into my gullet, and as the mess oozed out from my lips  I gulped down the last dribbles of salty dick snot.

His pulled his dick out grinning slyly at me as the next male grabbed the back of my head and began his fun.  I looked up as the well muscled prisoner forced his hard penis head to the back of my throat, and he was grunting in pleasure as he fucked my captured hole.  He was about in his forties, and probably got most of his sexual pleasure getting his cock sucked, and I was satisfying his needs at the moment.

He pulled out and splattered a thick yellow discharge all over my mouth and face, squirting wads of scum onto my tongue.  I looked up at him mortified beyond description as I swallowed a particularly lumpy mass of goo, and as I felt it slide down my throat he grinned widely and pumped in more of the swampy paste.  He finally pulled his dick out and thumped my face with it, grinning all the time as I ate the last of his ejaculation.

The last man, in his thirties, was quick to capture my mouth, obviously in great need of relief, and his huge balls bobbed over my chin as he groaned in pleasure.  "Cocksucker!!!", he exclaimed as he forced his thick dong to the back of my throat,  "Dirty fucking cocksucker!!"  Within seconds he injected a viscous streamer of semi liquid directly into my throat, and I gagged and gasped for air as I tried to swallow it.

He held firmly, his prick buried in my throat as I grasped at the shower room floor, unable to breath.  I felt his copious, but watery gusher of cum flow directly down my esophagus, and I choked on his bitter seminal fluid, and started coughing uncontrollably.  His still squirting penis splashed lines of dripping fluid over my face  as I struggled to clear my air passage.

Finally I knelt there coughing and gasping, and the other guards pulled the men away with them and out of the shower.  The remaining two men who were just finishing their showers did not look at me, and I sensed that they had been victims of this debauchery also at one time or another.

My guards pulled me up and put on my prison orange, and cuffed my hands again.  They removed the ankle restraints and were grinning sarcastically as they led me out.  "You're a good suckboy Rhodes....I think word's going to get around about you!  We're going to have to make you a permanent bottom here.  There are only ten bottoms and thirty eight tops.  You're going to be very busy from now on"

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Later that day I began the painful process of training in the conditioning area.  Once again I was led out of my room by two guards, hands cuffed, and we crossed over to the other side of the building, past one of the three long rows of prison rooms in the facility.  I could see some of the prisoners inside, and most of them seemed listless and lethargic.

We entered the conditioning area and I was greeted by the training nurses there.  My clothes were ripped off again, and as I stood there shivering the two pretty nurses pulled me over to a fixture and expertly strapped me into a kneeling position.  My hands remained cuffed behind, and my shoulders rested comfortably on soft pads and my stomach was supported by a soft vinyl surface also.

They strapped me in securely and pulled over a special fixture and fastened it to the floor in front of me.  It had a thick soft rubber dick and balls attached to a mechanical device.  They protruded from the center area, which was placed at the level of my mouth.  Another fixture was wheeled in behind me and placed right behind my ass.  It had a similar rubber appendage, and soon the nurses had it secured to the floor also. 

I knew what was coming and steeled myself to anything that would be done to me.  One of the nurses stood in front of me.

"My name is Debbie, " she said sweetly, and we need to enlarge your mouth and anus."  She smoothed my hair over as she spoke.  "You'll be a much better suck whore with this training.  Also we have a professional prostitute who will educate you in the fine art of fellatio, won't that be nice.  Amber will be working with you soon to show you all the best ways to lick a dick.

I kneeled there in silence and an indescribable rage came over me.  I looked at her blankly, knowing I had no choice, and resigned myself to the unpleasant sarcasm of the two pretty nurses.  My head was secured tightly, and she moved the rubber cock in front of me, next to my mouth.  She lubricated the rubber penis with a clear gel, and pushed it against my lips.

"Open wide now," she purred, "I want that mouth of yours open as wide as possible."  I did so, and she began to rachet the rubber dildo into my gaping oral cavity.  The rubber dick began to expand my lips, and the muscles in my jaws strained painfully trying to accept it.  Just when I was at the end of my endurance she stopped the inward movement, and latched it there, so that I was forced open painfully by the large latex dick.

My jaw muscles were on fire, and saliva dripped from my lower lip into a thick towel  placed there for that purpose.  Next they both began their work at my rear.  One of them pushed a large glob of a thick lubricant into my asshole, and moved her fingers around to loosen my exposed anal sphincter muscle.  I jerked in pain and she let up a bit and gradually widened my butthole, forcing in three fingers.

Next they both placed the rubber cock next to my anus and began to rachet it forward causing it to enter my rear hole, slowly opening it wider and wider.  It was becoming painful and I strained against the straps as they gradually forced it in, inch by inch.  I moaned in pain as my asshole was stretched, and finally they latched it securely, so that I was forced to endure the double invasion of the large, slick rubber dildoes.

I was sweating profusely, and stared at the video camera directly in front of me.

The warden walked in at that time, and grinned mischievously at me in my pitiful, disgusting position.  As she watched,  the nurses sat on either side of me and began to masturbate my dick.  One massaged my balls while the other stroked me off.

Before long I grunted and jerked as a thick discharge was forced from me by expert hands, and they continued their efforts until I was drained of all fluid.

After fifteen minutes in this position the dildoes were slowly pulled from my mouth and anus, and my mouth was so adjusted to this treatment that I could barely close it.  The guards released me, and I was barely able to walk because of the excruciating pain in my ass.

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When I awoke in the morning I was extremely sore in my jaws and anus, and strained painfully when I had a bowel movement.  A special salve was given me, and I was instructed to apply it each day as my conditioning progressed.  A female guard was watching me through the window, and grinned knowingly as I grimaced in pain.

After my community shower with several other male prisoners I was taken to another area, and into an office.  The wood paneling was very expensive, and as I sat there shifting painfully, the door opened and a handsome male walked in.

He grinned sarcastically, and sat at his desk.  "I am a supervisor here,  over five other gay males chosen for our suitability to this job.  We use the inmates in any way we please when we're not on a video assignment, and you will find that we are very demanding of our slaves.  Of course we are required to use great care so as not to damage the prisoners." 

"The Judge, the Warden, and the other female personnel run this facility, but they have given us a wide latitude of behavior, with the stipulation that all of our nasty activities must be videotaped, and photographed while in progress.  It really is quite demanding you know."

"Myself and my staff are in a constant state of arousal, and I'm afraid must be satisfied several times each day.  We are quite health conscious, and use extensive supplements to fortify our sexual equipment, and work out in the exercise room to remain in good condition.

"In addition, there is, located here in the facility, a small horse stable,  and the Warden and Judge, who are equine enthusiasts,  often ride in the area near the facility together."

"I must tell you though, that the horses have a use other than the entertainment of those in charge....you will be visiting the stables in due time for....shall I say a quite unsavory duty....and you will be required to perform orally in a manner than can only be described as patently disgusting.  You will find that your threshold of disgust will rise steadily during the coming months however, to levels you would not have imagined possible."

"Right now I am in need of a blowjob, and I know you have been through the punishment tutorial, and that anything other than total enthusiasm on your part will result in severe punishment."

My hands were still cuffed behind and he came over, turned on a video camera, pulled his pants and shorts down, and sat in an easy chair next to me.  His huge cock was already erect, and he motioned for me to get down in front of him.  His enormous balls rolled around in his fingers as he fondled them, and I kneeled a few inches in front of his draining penis.

He must have had at least ten inches, and he flipped his hard pecker back and forth making it bob up and down.

"Suck my balls clean, he grunted, and look at me while you're doing it."

Any task that I was commanded to do at this point became a serious business, and as I looked up at his leering eyes I licked his fragrant nuts and sucked one of them into my mouth.  I could barely fit it in, and a sharp pain in my jaw caused me to wince a bit as I sucked and licked his scrotum.

I sucked the other nut as he leaned back in pleasure, and he grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth over his large dickhead.  He forced his wet pisshole to the back of my throat and started moving my head up and down as he groaned loudly.

"What a talented cocksucker you are my lowlife friend, we're going to get along just fine!"

"Suck on it you ignorant bastard,  and get your tongue moving!  Look at me you  cock sucking asshole........eat that dick!" 

My eyes bulged out as I sucked and slurped on his prick, and he looked down at me with genuine contempt.  He quickened his movement and his peter hammered in and out of my sore mouth gagging me each time he pushed into the back of my throat. 

"Eat my fucking wad you dick sucking bastard!," he yelled as he ejaculated.  A powerful gusher of steaming seminal fluid blasted into my mouth and splattered out around my lips as I tried desperately to gulp the swampy mess down.

Thick globs of dicksnot thumped against my tonsils as I gagged and swallowed, and I could not keep up with his copious discharge.  I had swallowed several mouthfuls of the disgusting scum, and I lurched forward in a vomit reflex as I finished the last of it. 

"You'd better not puke you stupid fuck,  you know what the women will do to you."

I looked up at him and swallowed one last time, forcing back my gag reflex.  Viscous dollops of goo dripped from my chin, and my face was splattered with a slimy coating of thick, bitter semen.

He pushed me back and got up, wiping his genitals off with a towel.  Without another word he pulled his shorts and pants up and left the room, as I kneeled there in horrifying shame, having been degraded more than ever before in my life.

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Two female guards came and retrieved me,  and returned me to my cell.  As I washed the semen out of my mouth and off my face I looked silently at the female guard staring in at me.  She usually had this sarcastic and unbelievably humiliating grin on her pretty face.....she was a redhead, and was expert at embarrassing me.  She ran her tongue slowly around her lips in mockery, and brushed her hair back as she stuck her tongue out at me.

The full impact of my horrendous situation was beginning to dawn on me, and I shuddered to my core contemplating the impossible months to come.  That night I went into a very deep healing sleep, and enjoyed the complete nothingness all the way through the night.

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