Note to my readers: Thank you all who responded to my serial debut! I utterly apologize for the numerous errors that are in the first installment. In my rapid story weaving typing craze, I forgot to inspect for imperfections.
disclaimer: my fiction is a mysterious semen that in no way reflects the proper ejaculation of the immaculate conception! if you are repulsed, then do not look at my pieces's powerful homoerotic laten-pansexual gaze, rather stare at the floor. disclaimer 2: email stories by nature are linguistically-raw-because i have ignored traditional sentence/grammer rules-hence flaws are sometimes present.
My Diary of A Prison Work Boy: 2
Well my adjustment to reform camp is going to plan according to my reprogrammization schedual. I wake up at 6:00 am stand at attention, in my briefs, file in line with the other guys into a open gym room for 5 laps around the perimeter, before getting my daily ration of insults and slogans: "You are a masculine machine, reject your girlish side!" I watch other guys
break down in tears because they can not stop being feminish. Those guys are separated from the rest of the runners, and led to a room for morning wash-up. The older jock guards take pleasure in beating them, as they strip and then hose them down like rag dolls huddled naked togather in the cold sometimes warm water. They are then force to stand in line as they are marched back to the bed cots, where they are to stand for Master's inspection. Master walks up and down with a boy hungry smile ready to pounce on an unexpected boy who's bed, or foot locker was in disorder. The rest of us who continue to run are force to do physical exercises till we grunt, then shower and stand along side the sissy boys. I was no longer a sissy boy according to my progress report, but in someways they missed reprograming my ability to hide my sissy self. I adopted the jock stance and jock walk and jock voice " i am a Jock cadet!" Actually if they ever catch me writing this secret diary and read this I probably will undergo hormone therapy and possibly castration and be a neutered slave girl-boy. I know why my father sent me here. He wanted me to be a soldier and not a nurse, though i was a very good nurse when he fell sick. I think he resents me for the fact that I could take care of him better than my mom did whom he never really loved any way. Because he wouldn't give up his fear that perhaps he was weak himself and she was stronger than him, but selfish. She couldn't waste her precious time being the role mother when she wanted her independence. She made more money tha he did. He was a failed businessman/vet. I got caught in between because I was the youngest of three boys, all who are much older and fucked up in their own way. I know that I looked towards my older brother as my father than my real father because it was Patrick who taught me about puberty. I watched him jerk off and I sometimes helped, not because I am a fag, but because I like the beautiful ritual. He had a fair sized member, very nicely shaped. I remember washing his cock, because I wanted to be a nurse he was my soldier wounded in a battlefield. We used our dad's uniforms and our play guns. I would be the enemy, he the good guy, after I "shot" him I ran into the bathroom and changed costumes and came out a nurse. We had great fun. My bother was my role model. After breakfast, we had to change our briefs and tee's sometimes the jocks, would put Ben-gay in the crotch of the sissy boys and Master would grope them and watch as the burning sensation took hold. I was clad in my FOLS and brought down for an interview. This was the most humiliating experience-- i was forced to hang on hook by my waist band as a living art piece. The Jocks poke me and tickle me and watch get a raging hard on. My interview was test of my faggotness. If I got only less than five hard ons during the session, then that was a sign I become less and embarrased and limpid infront of guys. The jocks guys got hard ons regardless, only because were sexually turned on by having the power to discipline me.-------My semen was collected for the Mars colonization. This was a secret, but because I am very pretty and Jock looking my genes are precious. ---shit this jock guy guard is coming near me from across the room I must abort my journal writing for the day! I use a book about mechanics as a cover. I also have a crush on him who is also studying to be auto mechanic assistant---bye for now!