Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69

Kenny was rudely awakened from his mental task by the abrupt, “You, your card,” which came in a distinct clipped authoritative tone. He looked up to see a tall, athletic man, dressed in prison officer uniform looking at him and holding out his hand. Kenny passed over his card with alacrity; this man looked and meant business.

“Number?” the officer, asked.
“C0C5UK3R 69,” Kenny replied proud that he had remembered the number so quickly.
“In future you will say ‘Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69’ and then follow that with ‘Sir’” the officer said and added, “Have you got that?”
“Yes Sir,” replied Kenny remembering to add the ‘Sir’ after a stupid moment.
“Good,” smiled the officer, but Kenny did notice that it was only the lips that actually smiled, the man’s body language didn’t say anything, but it did not smile. Kenny’s sense of unease returned.

“I am the Chief Senior Warder in charge of the A Wing special prisoners,” the man said, “ I am to be addressed as ‘Mr Carter, Sir,’ by prisoners like yourself. I normally come down about this time to pick up the papers relating to my new charges around this time, they must be running late today as I do not normally see you until tomorrow,” Mr Carter explained.

Kenny nodded and then became worried in case he should have said something probably ending in ‘Sir’ but Mr Carter appeared not to notice his omission.
“Stand up lad and lets have a look at you,” Mr Carter ordered.
Kenny stood up.
“Leave the clothes on the bench and turn around slowly please,” Mr Carter instructed.
Kenny stood up and did as he was told.

Mr Carter observed a very young looking youth, fair-haired, blue eyed with a small bit of ‘puppy fat’ around his stomach. He was an athletic looking boy who looked fairly physically fit who could do with a bit of toning up. He could see the fear and apprehension clouding the boys’ eyes and tensing his facial skin. The lad had a stub of a cock, uncut and a tight set of ginger gold furry balls, his pubic thatch was similarly ginger gold but sparse and his chest completely hairless. Mr Cater noted the large nipples, which hardened slightly in the breeze from the corridor. Mr Masters had been correct, the boy looked like he would respond to the correct sort of training and he would do all he could to help his old friend in his aims for this youth.

The door opened and they both looked at Mr Osbourne who all but saluted when he saw Mr Carter.
“Mr Carter Sir,” the cheery man said, “What can I do for you?”
“I just came down to pick up the usual folder Robert,” Mr Carter replied and turned to Kenny smiled and added, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” and walked into the room. Kenny noticed his eyes once again did not smile and he involuntarily shivered.
Mr Osbourne, the cheery officer noticed this and said kindly, “Sorry, won’t be a moment, the Doctor will see you in a trice, just need to make the Chief comfortable.”

“Bring him in Robert,” a strange voice cut him short, “ I don’t know about him but I want my bloody tea, show the prisoner in and then we can both get out of here. I’m sure Mr Carter is comfortable enough.”
“You heard the Doc,” smiled Mr Osbourne grimly, “get in there.”

Kenny now found himself being acutely observed by Mr Carter who stared at him throughout his medical examination, and Mr Osbourne who also watched intently. Finally after answering a series of question the doctor put on a clean pair of rubber gloves and proceeded to examine Kenny’s genital area. As his rectum was none to gently probed he was surprised by the doctors’ question of, “Are you suicidal, or are you likely to become suicidal?”
“No,” replied Kenny, taken aback.
“OK,” said the doctor, “Robert you can take him away now please.”

Kenny was shepherded out through another door where he found his previous companions, now dressed waiting for him. As the door closed he could just hear the doctor say, “Well Jack, I think he’s in A1 condition and mentally sound.” The rest of the conversation was drowned by the closing of the door and the need for Kenny to get dressed quickly. He hurried after the group to a welcome meal of sausage and mash and a large cup of tea. He was then put into a cell and as he stared at the door it was locked, an eye was seen though the peephole and a disembodied voice said, “Strip, into bed; lights out in ten minutes.” The peephole slammed shut and Kenny was alone. He recalled what the man in the corridor had said and the man proved to be perfectly correct. In fact they had all lucked in and each had separate cells with working toilets. Kenny even managed to get some sleep despite the unfamiliar and inhospitable place he found himslef in.

He awoke groggily to the unfamiliar surroundings and the monotonous noise of doors being unlocked and a disembodied voice saying, “Slop out, Wash up, Breakfast, Lock up.” The overbearing closed metal door finally opened and the phrase was repeated for his benefit. Kenny glanced outside; he could see a line of men with buckets by the entrance to the communal washroom area. The stench suddenly hit him and he remembered what ‘slop out’ really meant, these were the prisoners who did not have toilet facilities and had to use buckets for overnight. As he watched the line of nameless grey people file past his cell door his depression grew blacker.

The prison officer, who had opened the door, re-appeared with a list in his hand. “Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69?” he queried and Kenny about to nod suddenly remembered the instruction from the previous night.
“Yes Sir,” he replied with alacrity.
“First timer eh,” the officer spoke answering his own question, “Right you wanker, grab your tray with your bowl and plate and mug and follow me.”
Kenny grabbed his stuff of the corner table and followed the officer, he found there were others waiting outside and he joined the line as the officer picked up his new charges and took them down stairs to the central area where there was a food serving trolley.

“Now you bunch of tossers’,” the officer spoke, “as you are all first timers, this is what happens. AT ALL TIMES DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, DON’T WASTE A WARDERS TIME WITH QUESTIONS WHICH WILL NOT BE ANSWERED. Now today we go easy on you so you can get your breakfast now and then back up to your cells where you can eat in peace and then get washed up. At the end of the trolley by the Tea Urn is a pile of safety razors that I will be handing out and marking down your issue. If you lose it, and that also means if someone else steals it as it’s your responsibility then you lose a weeks remission on your ERD, which to avoid stupid questions is your Earliest Release Date and you will learn to love that date which will be posted up outside your cell today. NOW GET TOO IT.”

Kenny joined the line and scooted back to his cell. He did everything he was told and then later that day as he was sitting looking into space the cell door opened and the morning warder looked in. “You,” he said curtly, “ASSESMENT, now MOVE IT.”
Kenny followed the warder down to the ground floor where he was taken to an office. Inside was Mr Carter, the Chief Warder from the previous night. Kenny was almost beginning to think of him as an old friend after the attitude of the other warder.