Diary of a prison officer : Part 2

While he was occupied down below I managed to gather enough thoughts to think about lubrication and remembered that I still had some of the Crisco Liam had given me, in my bedside drawer. Reaching across the bed I managed to open the drawer and retrieve it without Jason losing a stroke.

“Jason mate, you might want to use some of this” I said offering him the opened tub.

“Sure thing Sam, I have just the thing for that” Jason replied with a chuckle and immediately took a glob of it and greased up his cock.

Then throwing me a wink he placed his cock at my entrance and slowly pushed. Bearing in mind my recent training at work he had no problem getting past my ring and his cock, despite being a whopping ten inches in length, quickly disappeared inside. When he was in as far as he could go he took hold of my knees, pushed them aside and leant forward intent on kissing me. I reached out and pulled him towards me at the same time wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him buried inside me. We kissed passionately for the longest of times, finally coming up for air he gave me one last kiss before he nuzzled and bit my neck and shoulders as he started to slowly fuck me. He might be young but he was certainly experienced and/or talented in the art of fucking! He had the knack of hitting my prostate with every stroke and boy did he have stamina. On and on he fucked me gradually gaining in pace and force, I was loving every single moment of it. My head was rolling on the pillow with groans escaping from my lips in time to his thrusts and my legs tried to pull him ever closer to me until his balls were at risk of being swallowed too!

As they say, all good things must come to an end and with a grunting cry Jason’s body went rigid, spasmed several times before he collapsed exhausted onto me panting heavily. I kissed him tenderly on the cheek and held him in my arms while he got his breath back. My legs released their grip and I stretched them out straight again which caused Jason’s now subsiding cock to slip out of me dribbling a little bit of after-cum across my thighs. We laid there motionless for several minutes without saying anything, however his body pressing into mine aroused my cock from its slumber and I decided it was my time to show this youngster that an old man can still have a few tricks up his sleeve.

So I reached across him to where the Crisco tub sat abandoned and took a generous handful before rolling a sleepy Jason on to his front and spreading his legs. He made protesting noises but I played deaf and started to smear the Crisco along his crack and pushed some inside his anus. Now I understood his concerns for his ring was tight and he knew the size of my cock. He must be an anal virgin; I smiled to myself and thought ‘I’m going to have one tight hole to fuck tonight!’ In view of this fact I took extra care and attention to warming up his hole. First I inserted one finger and stroked his prostate which persuaded him that this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Then when he was relaxed with one finger I introduced a second finger and so on until I could get three in. By this time he was raring to go so I climbed on top of him, supporting myself with my elbows and slipped my cockhead just inside his ring. He reared up in reaction and his ring clamped down tight. I remained stationary until he released his grip and then gently applied pressure pushing my cock inside inch by inch. Finally I was fully inside, what a gorgeous feeling to be inside a tight hole, not only that the view before my eyes was hot too. Jason was lying with his head on his hands which accentuated the musculature of his back, further highlighted by the shadows cast by the hallway light. I was having difficulty remembering how I ever found a woman sexually attractive, but then again it’s like comparing day with night. Both are very different but each beautiful in its own way. Back to the task at hand and I quickly became consumed by the passion of the moment and was fucking Jason’s arse like there was no tomorrow. Again all too soon I climaxed and shot my load deep inside him before rolling him onto his side, lying spooned together with me still up him. I never lost my erection and five minutes later I was ready to go again, this time I took it more leisurely and as I slowly fucked him I reached over and stroked his cock until he had another erection. Somehow by coincidence or good luck we climaxed at the same time, my sheets definitely needed to be changed now! Finally our lust was spent for now and we drifted off into sleep.

It was early the next morning when I next woke up, the sun had just risen and was streaming in through the windows; I never had the sense last night to close the curtains. Jason was still asleep looking positively angelic, oh how deceptive that man can be I thought to myself. I guess this is the sight Kirsty must see most mornings, the thought of her brought up pangs of guilt and it took the edge of the post-sex glow I still had about me. Mentally I shrugged my shoulders, it takes two to tango and he was the one who had initiated the action, I certainly had no intention of spilling the beans to Kirsty or anyone else. Jason is a big boy (literally) and can choose his own path, who am I to judge?

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes lying in bed watching the man I had shagged the night before. Deciding I was hungry and definitely needed a shower as a certain present deposited the night before was about to make an exit, sooner rather than later. I crawled out of bed as quietly as possible so as not to disturb sleeping beauty and tiptoed to the bathroom. First port of call the toilet, then into the shower to wash off the smell of sex, and finally have a shave.

Twenty minutes later I was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee and grilling some bacon for a sandwich when I heard the shower running so I set the table for two and put some more bacon under the grill. By the time I was buttering the bread and pouring out the coffees Jason sauntered into the room, towel wrapped round his waist and hair all tousled.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked brightly.

“Yeah, like the dead thanks. Is that bacon I can smell? I’m starving!” Jason replied casually as he sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee.

This whole situation was so surreal, in my kitchen sat a man young enough to be my son, who I had known virtually all of his life, and had a girlfriend of his own yet sat here as if this was the most natural thing in the world. It then occurred to me that this can’t have been the first time he had been in this type of situation. Sitting down opposite him I passed him his round of bacon sandwiches and as I ate mine I planned what I was going to say to him.

However Jason beat me to it by thanking me for breakfast and for taking care of him so well last night. Taking care of him had more than one meaning I smiled inwardly. He asked if I had any objections to him calling Kirsty to let her know that he was fine and would be home later. I shrugged my shoulders and said “Be my guest”. He stood up and wandered into the living room to retrieve his mobile before returning and sitting back down at the table once more. With his cup of coffee in one hand and his mobile in the other he quick dialled Kirsty and chatted away to her for about ten minutes. Oh boy was he a smooth operator, he had her eating out of his palm in no time and I’m not even convinced that he actually apologised for not going home last night. At the end of the conversation he swore that he loved her and would be home by lunchtime.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” I casually asked taking a sip of my coffee.

“Done what? Had sex with a man or been unfaithful to Kirsty?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“Both. Does she know that you bat for both sides? Or that you have been unfaithful.”

“No one knows that I do on either counts and that’s how exactly how I want it to stay” he responded giving me a hard stare.

I held my hands up in mock surrender before bursting out laughing stating “I’m not judging you Jason it’s just that last night came as a bit of a surprise, a very pleasant one granted, but a surprise none the less but this morning you seem totally relaxed and gave a very polished performance which led me to suspect that you’ve done this before.”

“You caught me fair and square Guvner” Jason replied with a sly smile.

“So tell me what made you pull that stunt last night? You weren’t as drunk as you were making out were you? Why pick me, I’m old enough to be your father and there are plenty of young guys out there who’d be more than willing to take your cock whichever way you want it.” I said in all seriousness.

“Like I said last night, and I meant it, I have wanted to get you into bed for so long I have forgotten a time when I didn’t want to. Ever since I was about fourteen years old I have fancied you like crazy. I used to hang onto every bit of information I could get when you were in the army and I was so jealous of your wife thinking she was in bed with you each night. You have no idea how many times I have just wanted to touch your body or have you hold me in your arms. I can remember listening to the conversations Aaron had in school and if there was any suggestion that you would be going to his house I would find a way to gatecrash the barbecue or party.” Jason admitted quite candidly.

I was silent for a moment before responding. “I don’t know what to say, I never had a clue that you felt like that and if I had known I probably wouldn’t have been very receptive in those days. I was too busy being a man’s man at the time and no one was going to say that I was anything other than a real 100% heterosexual alpha male. It’s only since I have worked as a Prison Officer that I have even contemplated that there could be another side to me that hadn’t been explored. Thinking about it I do seem to remember you being on the scene a lot when you were a teenager, we simply put it down to you and Aaron being inseparable buddies.”

“Yeah” Jason replied, deep in thought remembering the past “we were and still are I guess. It has been very hard sometimes keeping these feelings hidden from view and a couple of times it has nearly slipped out but as far as I am aware no one suspects my bisexuality. I love Kirsty very much and I want to be with her, but there is this other side of me which needs to be satisfied at the same time. Up until now I have been having one night stands when I get the opportunity but I have grown tired of these casual and sporadic sessions which somehow no longer feel as satisfying as they once did. I guess if I was honest I would like to find a guy who loves to have sex with no strings attached.”

Again I thought for a moment before replying “So let me get this straight in my head, you are looking for a guy who is prepared to have sex with you on an ongoing basis but is happy to keep it secret and isn’t looking for a relationship with you? I guess it would help if you liked the guy too?”

“Got it in one! Any ideas on where I should look for this guy?” Jason asked raising one eyebrow.

“Well....... I suppose if you are having trouble finding someone I guess I could help you out in the meantime. I love sex, am not looking for a significant other; we get on okay and can keep my gob shut. What do you reckon? The other bonus is that you have an excuse for coming round here as I’m now your fitness trainer.” I said trying to sound matter of fact as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Great minds think alike! If you’re up for it I definitely am but I’ve just realised the time, if I’m not careful I’m going to be late and that is something Kirsty does NOT like.” Jason said closing the discussion on the subject by jumping up and heading for the bedroom to get dressed. Within ten minutes he was flying out of the door with a promise that we will have to this again real soon. Yeah yeah I thought, where have I heard that before?

The rest of Saturday was spent flitting between surfing the internet, watching the Sports Channel and reluctantly doing mundane chores round the flat.

Sunday was pretty mediocre if I’m honest, went to the leisure centre for the weekly swimming session with the guys which was very surreal as Jason acted perfectly in character as if Friday night had never happened. I don’t honestly know if I was relieved or disappointed, either way tomorrow (Monday) has been looming large in my mind.

MONDAY 19TH APRIL 2010

The atmosphere in the prison today has been electric; it only found a release in the evening when it was time for the auditions in the chapel. Standing on the podium with Liam, Max and Adrian at my side I looked out over a sea of expectant faces and began my speech welcoming each and every contender for the six positions of Volunteer Punishers. There must have been nearly six hundred men in the room as it was standing room only (all the chairs had been removed earlier in the day). Having explained the rules of the audition tonight I asked the men to hold their competition passes in the air for without a valid pass they will be excluded from the competition and escorted from the chapel immediately

“Right folks!” I called out loudly “let’s get the competition under way. Okay, listen up. For starters it’s a simple yes or no for the answer. Question one, do you think that by being a volunteer punisher this will give you authority over other inmates? You have five minutes to make your mind up.”

For a minute or two there was silence then slowly a whisper was heard and then more as inmates decided to discuss the whispering got louder and louder until I had to shout for silence in the room.

“Okay guys, times up. Put your hand up in the air with your pass clearly showing if you think the answer is yes.” I announced. Around two thirds of the room put their hands up.

“All the yes’s are to move to the left side of the room where Liam is standing and all the no’s are to the right where Max is standing. Please do so as quickly as possible so we can keep to the timetable.”

For a couple of moments there was a swirling mass of bodies as the inmates divided into two groups. George and a couple of other officers patrolled the divide to ensure that there were no sneaky jumpers after the results were announced. As the inmates quietened I announced the correct answer.

“The correct answer to this question is – YES – you will have authority over other inmates. You will follow directions from the prison staff and be given certain powers which will be confirmed later in the competition. All those that have answered incorrectly are now to leave the chapel by the main door and surrender your passes to Liam as you go.”

There were groans of disappointment from the ‘No’ group but they followed the instructions and slowly filed out of the room leaving four hundred inmates in the competition.

“Question number two.” I called out “Do you have the right to humiliate in public an inmate who has broken the prison rules? Again this is a yes or no question and as before all the yes’s to left and no’s to the right.”

This time the room was split fifty fifty, the correct answer was ‘no’, after the yes’s had left the room two hundred inmates remained and the questions continued.

“Question number three. If an inmate approaches you for advice or assistance regarding anything providing it’s legal are you obliged to help?”

Again the room was evenly split, the correct answer was ‘yes’, once the no’s had left the room one hundred inmates remained.

“Question number four. Once an inmate has broken the rules and the punishment initiated, do you have the right to engage in any sexual activity of your choosing and whenever you want? Same as before this is a yes or no question with all the yes’s to left and no’s to the right.”

The room was deadly silent, the inmates looked stunned and then a few started to grin wickedly at the thought of the question’s implications. This didn’t stop them from being indecisive and it took longer for the dividing up to finalise. In the end it was split with sixty saying yes and forty saying no. Yes was the correct answer so we were left with sixty inmates, the chapel was now feeling decidedly emptier.

“Question number five. If we told you that the uniform of a volunteer punisher consists solely of a red beret and leather belt with no other clothing being permitted, would you be prepared to comply with this requirement?”

This time the reaction from the inmates was more animated and I heard a few gasps, whistles of astonishment and a couple of “no ways!” but surprisingly at the end of the dividing there were thirty five yes’s and twenty five no’s. I had been expecting a lot fewer yes’s considering what had been asked, but I was relieved to see that the twelve inmates I had primed were still in the running.

“Right guys, we’re now down to thirty five and there are only twenty four can go through to the next round. This is going to be your first challenge. Scattered around the prison in the public areas are twenty four white envelopes, inside will be a red ticket with ‘VP’ embossed in silver. The twenty four men who successfully find the envelopes will be the ones going through. After I say go, you are free to search for them. On your marks, get set, go!” I cried out.

In one surge the thirty five men raced out of the room determined to be the ones to find the tickets. Once the chapel was empty Liam came over to me and congratulated on how well it had gone so far. I smiled an acknowledgement, inside praying that the rest of the competition would run just as smoothly. It took about five minutes for the first contender to come back in the room and about half an hour for the twenty fourth to stumble back into the chapel clearly exhausted having scoured the prison for the last remaining ticket. On his entry the chapel door was locked behind him, with a note outside advising the other eleven men that they were out of the competition.

“Okay guys; the first selection round is now over and this is where the hard work begins! Starting from tomorrow and continuing until Sunday you will be split up into six teams of four. Each day you will be on a different wing carrying out specified duties. Then on Sunday the rest of the prison inmates will vote for who they feel undertook the duties most willingly and most successfully. The twelve with the most votes will go through to the next round. Any questions so far? No? Okay, then I’ll explain a couple of rules. You are free to reject the tasks set you but by doing so it will immediately disqualify you from the competition, equally if you decide that this competition isn’t for you then you are free to leave at any time. That’s all for now, you are free to leave and return to your cells, get a good night’s sleep because the next six days are going to be hectic for you. In the morning you are to report to the main reception where your instructions will be published. Good night gentlemen.”

There as a small round of applause from the inmates and prison staff, to whom I bowed before we all left the chapel and went our separate ways.

Back at home, I flopped onto my sofa mentally exhausted from today’s events and took my time enjoying a cold beer letting my mind go blank. I was only roused from this state by the sound of my mobile phone bleeping to let me know a text message had arrived. Sod it! I thought to myself but couldn’t resist seeing who it was. It was Jason, just asking how my day had been – if only you knew – and shall we have another session after swimming on Sunday 25th April as Kirsty is off to visit her best friend in Manchester that day and will be staying overnight. I text back saying that sounded a great idea and to make sure he had a good night’s sleep because he was going to need it....

TUESDAY 20TH APRIL 2010

I was in even earlier at work than usual, I simply had to make sure that the instruction leaflets had been printed correctly, that I was in position and prepared for when the twenty four contestants arrived at the main reception. I was idly chatting to Andy, the security guard on reception when they started turning up en masse. It was like being hit by a tidal wave! They were full of enthusiasm and couldn’t wait to see what tasks they were to be set, I wasn’t sure if they would be so happy when they saw what was required though.

I spent the next ten minutes explaining that they will be given a number of tasks which everyone will have to participate in and complete to the best of their ability. The other inmates will be watching their every move and at the end of the six days will be voting for the contestant who has most impressed them. I then read out the daily tasks to them:

1. Assist with the cleaning & maintenance of the prison facilities.
2. Assist the prison officers during the daily cell inspections.
3. Befriend new arrivals, help them settle in & offer assistance where required.
4. Befriend inmates who are having difficulty socialising, help them network & offer assistance where required.

They were quiet for a few minutes while it sank in before Sayeed put his hand up and asked politely what the purpose of these tasks was.

“As ever Sayeed, you ask a very pertinent question” I said smiling broadly to him and the others in turn “and I am happy to answer it. Task one involves you doing chores which others normally refuse to do or do so unwillingly, thereby proving your ego and pride is not going to be a barrier to your progress. Task two requires you to distance yourself from fellow inmates sufficiently to help the prison officer search the cells, sometimes against the inmate’s wishes. Do you have the integrity to do this? Task three, this is a demonstration of your social skills and ability to relate to others who may be feeling vulnerable. Finally, task four. This will involve you dealing with inmates who will already be known to you, so you will have to overcome any personal prejudices you may have about that person as well as using the same skills as for task three. Any questions?”

No one answered so I split them up into the six teams making sure that any guys from the same wing were split into different groups. I then sent them on their way having explained in greater detail what they need to do but that a large part of it will be down to their own initiative and reminded them that their every move will be watched by the inmates. Then to add just a little bit of pressure I said that I would be round doing spot checks at random times of the day which brought a collective groan from them all.

I spent most of the day doing exactly that and catching up with the other officers making sure that the contestants were doing what they were supposed to be doing (which I was pleasantly surprised to find that they were doing, but it is only their first day).

This evening I actually enjoyed going for a run with Aaron and Jason, it was great to be doing something that didn’t require a great deal of thought (apart from making sure that I wasn’t going too fast for them). After our cooling down exercises and walking back home I commented on the fact that I could see improvements in their fitness levels and perhaps we ought to up the ante a little by doing two and a half circuits. Surprise, surprise this brought groans of protest from them but as their coach my word goes so as from Thursday we will be jogging further. I also dropped in the fact that I will be doing a physique check after the showers to ascertain if they have been doing all of the exercises I set for them.

After we had all had showers it was time for the physique inspection. As was now customary Jason and I were naked but Aaron was still hiding within his towel, not for long though. With Aaron watching while sitting on the sofa I got Jason to stand up straight in the middle of the lounge with his hands down by his sides looking forward. I then took my time examining him from head to toe making positive comments whenever I found an improvement in his muscle tones and reduction in his fat layers. I then focused on areas requiring attention. Giving Jason a sharp but playful slap on the bum I told him to make himself comfortable as it was now Aaron’s turn.

With a sigh of resignation Aaron stood up and assumed the same pose Jason had and I repeated the procedures that I had done with Jason. In all fairness both of them had made good progress and said so, this brought smiles and thanks from them. While Aaron was momentarily distracted by the compliments I until his towel and whipped it away before he could protest. I continued with my inspection pointing out that the towel had impeded my progress and simply had to go! Jason decided to go one better and retrieved the towel before putting it into the washing machine so Aaron had no choice but to join us in nakedness – he’s a little devil, that Jason! Aaron was rather petulant for a few minutes following this stunt but eventually got over it and by the time they dressed to leave he was relaxed enough to take his hands away from his crutch and behave more normally.

WEDNESDAY 21ST APRIL 2010

Work has been a little surreal today, the contestants have moved on to another wing as instructed getting on with their tasks with little supervision, so there has been little training for me to do. The feedback I have been getting has so far been positive, although it is too early to say if it will have lasting effects on the prison system. I could almost believe that it was business as usual except that we had some volunteers in helping us out.

THURSDAY 22ND APRIL 2010

Dear diary, nothing much to say. Today was much the same as yesterday, the only difference is that Liam called me in to his office for me to give feedback which I did in as balanced a way as possible. Even running tonight with Aaron and Jason was par for the course. Aaron summonsed up the courage to drop his towel part way into the evening which I acknowledged with a smile and nod. Jason thoughtfully made no issue of the matter.

SUNDAY 25TH APRIL 2010

Sorry for not having written for the last couple of days, with nothing going on there doesn’t seem much point in writing anything. Today has been different, in fact a first for me, I have been to a Sauna for the first time! Me at forty five, going to a gay sauna of all places..... but I am getting ahead of myself (as usual).

As I read the Sunday paper over breakfast a text came through on my mobile, it was Jason, cancelling our session no doubt I humphed to myself. But I was wrong, the message actually read:

“There’s been a change of plan. Kirsty wants me to wave her off from Euston Station so I can’t go swimming. Meet me outside Euston Station at 3.30pm and we can go into town. Please say you can make it. Jase xx”

Mmm I thought to myself, sounds interesting so I text him back agreeing to meet him as arranged. In the meantime I had a swimming session to attend. Due to time constraints I would have after the swimming session I took a change of clothing with me to the leisure centre. I paid to hire a locker overnight acting as casually as possible so as not to attract attention to my plans. Afterwards I quickly donned my clean change of clothing and made a discreet exit heading for the tube station. I was running five minutes late when I arrived at Euston to find that Jason was already waiting for me. I went to apologise for being late but from the expression on his face it was clear that he was simply relieved that I had turned up at all. I asked him what the plan of action was for this afternoon and evening. He refused to divulge any information saying it was all taken care of and that I should just relax and enjoy the experience. Fair enough so I let him have his way.

Our first port of call was Leicester Square, more specifically the cinema where we watched the recently released “Alice in Wonderland” which was very well made but a little on the weird side. I kept this last thought to myself as Jason clearly loved every moment of it (perhaps it’s an age thing). From there we walked over to China Town and enjoyed a sumptuous three course meal in an expensive looking restaurant, all paid for by Jason despite my protests to pay my half. Finally stuffed with food beyond comfort levels we sought refuge in a coffee house in Soho and watched the world go by chatting about anything that came to mind. Finally when I thought we were going to call it a day the final surprise was revealed, well, only as we walked up to the front door actually. In bright rainbow neon lettering were the words ‘Manzone Sauna” – there was no way you could mistake what this establishment was! I looked at Jason in surprise and asked him if this was where we were headed, indeed it was and without further delay we went inside.

Not knowing what to expect I looked around me studying every detail, at first glance it looked very much like a hotel main reception with a butch looking guy in his early sixties manning the desk. As Jason paid our entrance fees he gave me a curious glance up and down, stopping momentarily at crutch level before smiling briefly at me and handing us a couple of white towels and locker keys. He asked if we had been before and offered us a tour of the facilities, but Jason politely declined as he had been here several times already. He headed straight to the only door available and indicated that I should follow him, as we got to the door the receptionist pressed a button and a buzzer sounded releasing the lock on the door. On the other side of the door was a small changing room with lockers along one wall, on the opposite wall stood three doors, one with a sign saying ‘rest room’, one with ‘showers’ and the other ‘amenities’. Wasting no time we stripped off our clothes and wrapped the rather small white towels around our waists before locking our clothes away and walking through the amenities door and into the corridor beyond which had several doors on either side.

“So Sam what do you fancy trying first?” Jason asked with a smile “They’ve got a steam room which is hot and wet, a sauna which is hot and dry, a Jacuzzi, a massage parlour and exercise room.”

“Well I don’t fancy the exercise room” I replied “we get enough of that already, nor the massage parlour. I think I will try the sauna first.”

The heat hit me as I opened the door, it was like walking into a furnace and I could feel sweat bursting out of every pore as I stepped inside. The lighting was dim inside, provided by one solitary red light bulb, but it was enough to make out the two tiered slatted wooden benches running along each of the walls. There were already five men in the sauna, ranging in age from late teens up to early seventies and all were wearing the obligatory white towels. In one corner stood the heater with what looked like hot pumice stones, adjacent to it was a metal bucket of water and a ladle for putting water onto the stones. As I walked down the aisle between the benches I tried to make visual contact with the guys but most had their eyes closed or were staring down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. The only one who did look up was a young lad who appeared to be in his late teens who smiled shyly at me, if you ignored the spots he was cute in a goofy sort of way. I felt a tap on my shoulder and with a very pointed look on his face Jason indicated where we should sit. Strangely the seat I was offered was out of eye line of the youth, I mentally shrugged my shoulders, if Jason wanted to be jealous over a smile let him.

Jason and I chit chatted for a few minutes but it was just too hot to talk so the conversation died out and we sat in silence soaking in the heat and feeling the sweat trickle down our bodies. After what seemed an eternity Jason admitted defeat and we escaped into the relatively chilly corridor to cool down. I decided that I needed to wash off the grime and sweat from my body before I did anything else so I headed back to the changing room and straight through the door marked ‘showers’. It was just as I expected, a communal shower area much like the leisure centre except for the fact that here they provided soap and shampoo! Hanging my towel up on a convenient clothes hook I stepped over to the nearest shower head and turned the tap on. Eeeek! The water was cold but quickly warmed up and I lathered myself up, as I did so I heard the shower head next to me start to run, glancing over I saw Jason doing the same thing. Boy was he a sight to behold and the sight of him washing was somehow erotic, so I asked him if there was anywhere more private that we could go and you know.....

“Easy tiger!” Jason laughed “There’s plenty of time for that later, just chill out, we’ve still got the steam room and Jacuzzi to go yet. It’s my turn to choose, so I think the Jacuzzi is next followed by the steam room. Come on old man.”

With that he turned off the shower, picked up his towel slinging it over his shoulder, not bothering to dry himself and opened the door to the changing room. Only then did he look to see if I was following, which I was just a couple of steps behind. The Jacuzzi room was actually quite busy with about four other guys already sitting in the bubbling water and another couple standing around talking while idly watching the others. Luckily there was enough room for us to squeeze in although it was a bit cosy (okay, sardines might be a better description!) I sat down gingerly not wanting to slip and make a fool of myself and I noticed that Jason did much the same. He quickly settled back and closed his eyes enjoying the sensations the bubbles were causing. I however was more curious about the fellow occupants of the Jacuzzi and casually looked round the pool. Just regular guys really I thought to myself, as I did so I felt a hand slide it’s way slowly up my thigh to my groin and then over to my crotch. Startled by this development I glanced over the owner of the hand, who looked at me with a tentative smile and pleading expression. I would have put him in his early sixties, not bad looking for a man of his age and then seeing that I wasn’t about to punch him his smile broadened before he looked down and concentrated on exploring my body. I spread my legs a little to allow him easier access, his fingers by now had hold of my balls and were gently rolling them, my cock was rapidly rising to attention and the head was just poking up above the frothing water. I expected the hand to stroke my cock but instead the hand went lower and I felt a finger trace the outline of my anus before very gently pushing the tip just inside my hole drawing a satisfied sigh from my lips.

“Do you like that? I can give you something better if you would like” the owner of the finger whispered trying to be discreet as possible.

“Yeah I guess I might. How do you fancy a little company? I’m with this gorgeous guy so we come as a pair.” I replied, sounding out his sincerity.

By now Jason had focused in on the conversation and seeing the state of my cock put two and two together instantly. Raising one eye brow he looked at me with a grin and said “you don’t waste time do you?”

“Nope” was all I said in response before turning back to the guy and asking “Well?”

The guy must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven because he had a big grin on his face and said he knew just the place to go. Five minutes later we were in one of the ‘rest rooms’; designed apparently just for this type of activity. There was a single bed sized couch covered in black plastic along with two armchairs covered in the same material. Beside the bed was a coffee table with a lamp and a big bowl containing condoms and sachets of lubricants. We didn’t waste time with pleasantries like closing the door behind us or asking names but got straight down to business.

Having seen the size of our cocks the guy decided that he wanted to be bottom after all so Jason pulled on a condom, then bent the guy over the couch before lubricating his hole and shoving his cock up him, sparing him no mercy. The poor guy cried out and wriggled trying to escape his ordeal without success. As Jason hammered away I climbed up on the couch and kneeled before the willing victim, taking hold of his head I impaled him on my own throbbing erection. I stopped for a moment to allow him to adjust to it before I started to fuck his face. Jason told me not to come and as soon as we felt like we would then we were to stop and swap places. Before long this is exactly what we had to do! I could feel pressure building up in my balls so I called time and we swapped positions. As I slipped on a condom I asked the guy if he was okay, with a slut happy grin on his face he said that he was indeed.

This time Jason sat in one of the chairs while the guy was on all fours with his head between Jason’s legs, slurping with great gusto on the naked cock in front of him. I knelt down and slid my cock easily into the guy’s sloppy hole and started to steadily fuck him. Behind me I heard the creak of the door opening and saw the young guy I had previously seen in the sauna peering through the doorway unable to believe his eyes. I motioned for him to join us and do whatever feels right for him. Needing no second telling the youth stepped inside and quickly lost his towel, his cock was resembled him, long and slender with a nicely shaped head. He stood in front of me with his cock half mast, with one free hand I guided it into my mouth and sucked it into life. It grew before my eyes but although it was nice and long it wasn’t as hefty as Jason’s, just as I was getting into the rhythm of sucking it he pulled away and walked over to the bowl picking up a condom and sachet of lubricant. He quickly donned the condom and knelt down behind me, pushing me forward a little before applying the lubricant to my hole. Just from the way his fingers moved I could tell he was no novice and sure enough before I could think of saying no he had gently and smoothly slid his cock deep inside me and was slowly beginning to fuck me as I fucked the guy in front of me. I guess this is what they call a meat sandwich; it was certainly a novel experience feeling my cock buried deep inside an arse while a cock was stuffed up mine. I looked over to Jason, told him it was such a great feeling that he might like to try it too. So there was a brief interruption while we rearranged ourselves. Jason stood up put another condom on, then willing guy crawled half onto the chair while Jason reinserted his cock up his hole, I then shuffled forward and pushed my cock up Jason’s hole, finally I felt the youth’s cock slide back inside me. For the next five to ten minutes this human daisy chain groaned and grunted before one by one we shot our loads and collapsed on top of the person in front. This impromptu orgy came to a natural end when youthful guy and willing guy made it clear that they were going to have their own private party and wandered off to another rest room for some privacy.

I smiled at Jason and then said “I don’t know about you sunshine, I have had a great time here and it’s been a real eye opener but I am bush whacked and would like to call it a day.”

Jason’s smile wavered momentarily before being fixed back in place “Sure thing old man, there’s always another time? Shall we go for a shower and then head back to yours?”

“Come on don’t be like that Jason, I’ve got work in the morning and I don’t want to be too late in getting to bed. Of course we can do this again, I’ve really enjoyed myself. Would you like to stay overnight?” I asked.

Jason laughed and raised his hands in mock surrender “Okay okay! You win and how could I refuse when you’ve made such a tempting offer?”

Taking charge of the situation I took him by the hand and forcibly led him back to the showers where we thoroughly washed off the stale smells of sex and the sauna in general. As we stepped back out into the street I was reminded of the children’s story ‘The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe’, this is how they must have felt stepping through the wardrobe having left Narnia behind.

Two hours later I was laying in bed with Jason snuggled up against me, head on my shoulders with one arm draped across my chest sighing in contentment. I don’t like to admit it but I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, for I had shown Jason that between the sheets not only can I be a rampant beast but I can also be a considerate lover. We had fucked each other in just about every position possible and swapping roles several times, I don’t think I have one drop of spunk left in my balls! I simply held him tight against me enjoying the moment, not wanting to break the spell. Somewhere along the line we must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew was the alarm going off and the morning rush was underway..........

MONDAY 26TH APRIL 2010

First task this morning was to collect up the votes submitted by the inmates via the ballot boxes on each wing, then take them to the Governor’s office for counting and verification by Liam.

By mid-morning the twelve contestants through to the next round were: Tyler, Flick, Eduardo, Dinesh, Jarek, Tony, Bert, Darren, Carl, Martin, Gus and Sayeed. Okay folks I guess the cynical reader might say that it was all a fix but I swear to you the voting was absolutely free and the counting was not fixed in any way. I just like to think that the management got it right first time round.....

I quickly printed out the list of remaining contestants and put up the notices on each wing stating that training will begin in the chapel this evening after dinner and the twelve contestants will be given their new uniforms. The whole prison was quickly buzzing with the news and it continued throughout the afternoon right up until the time I began my welcoming speech, only then did it go quiet.

The contestants sat in the front row of the auditorium waiting to be called up one by one. Tyler and Jarek were the easiest as they were already naked and in fact they ended up wearing more than they started with! But the others were a different story. After those two Flick was next, I called him up on to the stage congratulating him on making it through to the next round and presented him with his red beret and leather belt. Shaking my hand and thanking me he made to walk off the stage as had Tyler and Jarek before him. I called him back and explained that as a volunteer punisher his uniform was the beret and belt, nothing else was considered appropriate and he would have to surrender his clothing immediately or forfeit his place in the competition. He narrowed his eyes at me momentarily, said nothing before grinning mischievously and started to undress handing to me each item of clothing until he stood there naked in front of me. Only then did I give him permission to don his uniform and return to his seat in the audience. Looking down into the audience everyone was enjoying the spectacle except for the remaining nine contestants who were less than happy with what lay ahead but knowing they had no escape route without forfeiting their place in the competition. One by one they collected their new uniform and surrendered their clothing, surprisingly once on stage they acted with good grace and didn’t show any of their real feelings. When all twelve were dealt with I called them back up on stage and lined them up in a row facing the audience.

I then made my final speech of the evening “Gentleman, before you stand the final twelve contestants all vying for the six positions of volunteer punisher. For the next five evenings we will ask you to sit in this auditorium and watch the practical training sessions taking place next door. At the end of the evening we will ask you to vote for the contestant who you consider to be the least capable or willing. The training will be filmed totally live and you will be able to see and hear everything as it happens, there will be no faking or trick photography, what you see is what is happening.”

Then turning to the contestants I said “Let’s get the show on the road, we will now make our way next door and start the training.”

There was a short round of applause which subsided into whispering conversations as I led the twelve guys off the stage, down the aisle and through to the training room. Inside waiting for us were James, Max and George positioned behind the video cameras along with Richard who was preparing the shower area. I pointed to a spare couch and told them to remove their berets and belts and place them on the couch as they won’t be needed. Briefly glancing at the cameras they did as they were told before joining me in the shower area.

“Okay guys, tonight we are going to focus on personal hygiene both externally and internally. During the course of this evening Richard and I will be demonstrating the cleaning methods that are to be used on a daily basis when you are carrying out your role a volunteer punisher. Then following the demonstration ALL of you will undertake the cleaning methods, I don’t need to remind you that every move you make is being recorded and scrutinised by the audience next door and any reluctance may cost you dearly in this competition.” I told the men who were standing in a semi circle round me.

As I allowed this information to sink in I started to remove my prison uniform, folding it neatly and passing it to Richard who stood ready to take it from me. Finally I stood in just my boxer shorts, then smiling at the others I pulled them down and handed them to Richard too. I was now as naked as the rest of them.

“Firstly, and I’m sure you all know how to do this, I am going to show you how to wash thoroughly. There is nothing more important than personal hygiene especially as you will be virtually naked twenty four seven. Then afterwards I am going to show you how to clean yourself out internally too.” As I announced this I walked over to the shower unit and turned the shower on, adjusting the flow until it was an ambient temperature.

“Come closer because you all need to see this.”

The guys shuffled forward positioning themselves so that they could all see me properly. I then spent the next ten minutes showing how to soap up every part of my body including my crack, balls and under the foreskin. Then I demonstrated how to rinse the soap off again afterwards. By now Richard had joined the group with a small pot of Crisco in one hand and when I nodded in his direction he turned the shower off and prepared the douching tube for me.

“Right guys, now comes the fun part! I am going to wash all the shit and detritus out of my rectum so that should a cock need to find its way up my arse it won’t come out covered in the brown stuff. You can laugh if you want but I expect this to become part of your daily routine and I will be doing routine inspections of your rectums to make sure you are doing this a matter of course. Richard will explain what he is doing and what you need to remember when it comes round to your turn because you will be practising the method on each other.”

I glanced round the group to gauge their reaction to my announcement but with the cameras in close proximity they were careful to keep straight faces and merely nodded in the right places.

Having connected the douching tube to the shower Richard explained to the contestants that the water flowing through it must be just above a trickle and be around body temperature, too cold and it will cause cramping and too hot will burn. Then the tube needs to be greased up and so does the anus. With that he indicated that I was to join him facing away from the contestants, then, I was to bend over at the waist with my hands pulling my cheeks apart.

Out of the corner of one eye I could see a camera moving in for a close up and out of the other eye I could see the guys also moving in for a close up. Then with that I felt the familiar touch of Richard’s fingers greasing up my hole and gently inserting the douching tube. It was at that point I heard several gasps from the guys as they realised that this would be happening to them very shortly. In a strange way I was enjoying all this attention until I felt the pangs of a bloated rectum full of water and faeces. I was told to hold it as long as possible by Richard before being given permission to evacuate the contents down the nearby toilet. This process was repeated three times, after which Richard was satisfied I was fully cleaned out.