Graduation 3 - 5

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 3 - 5
Date: 03 April 2011

Graduation 3


“OK. All you have to do is sit back and relax for about 15minutes, half an hour. You don't mind being the 'new-meat' do you? S'pose we could ask one of the others. Wanted both you and Murphy but governor said just one of each the rest are observers. They only watch, you Blondie and your mate Bigfoot are the stars, getting to know first hand what goes on when you join the system. Might look good in your final report before graduation.”
I was busy listening and mostly unaware of my surroundings.

“Well?” … “Stewart! … Billy??”

“Yea, it's fine, I think.” I was looking around the place he had brought me once he had finished with an outline of the day for me and Jim.

“You sure you're OK?”

“yeah ...I mean Yeah. I'm OK. Just curious about this place.” I blustered.

“Well normally there is usually more than one in an intake but that wouldn't be all that secure so...”
He was stopped when Riley crashed through the door followed by Jim.

“Everything ….... is fine then.” Riley gasped out and Jim came and put his arm round my shoulders and whispered 'You really OK?'.

“Why wouldn't I be?”
“Well when Riley was talking to me, I was surprised then it hit me that the serge was probably doing the same with you and I thought you'd freak.”

“I... I came this close.” I burst out laughing as Jim grunted out one of his infamous 'huh!'s' with that facial expression of his informing everyone that he was not on the same planet.
“Ohhh Riiight!” He finally responded when I turned away and wiggled my hands still cuffed at my back. “YA dork! How the fuck can I see your hand-signs when they're behind your back...Shit!” He playfully slapped the back of my head.

Noticing the two officers were quietly watching, “Hey Officers isn't that cop brutality, slapping a prisoner around when he's restrained? I wanna make a complaint. Get me the fuckin' boss boss down here!”

“Never saw a thing ...Riley?”

“Knew it. Just fuckin' knew it! Fuckin' screws look after each other. How about you let me have a smoke and we'll call it quits Boss?” I jumped in before Riley could respond. “Oh and one of you guys should have written his ID tag for him... or maybe you di... yea well, maybe Trainee Occifer Murphy, kinda fits.”

Jim grabbed the tag as Riley came over to him taking the tag from him and reading it while I snorted and smirked. “Go...”

“Got YA!” Serge Stevens finished for me.

“You guys want to go through with this , Billy, Jim?” He added as the laughter dissipated.

“Yessir, Told you You'd look good in uniform even if it just a coveralls.” I smirked at Jim.
“It's fuckin' gen jumpsuit issue for trainees! Bet you look good in genuine stripes convict!”
“Yea bring it on baby..wooof!” I retorted.
“I know why they didn't give me one of them burny-sticks now 'cause it'd be so far up your arse....”

“Ladies!” Serge started.

“Burny stick.... burny stick? What the fuck is a burny stick?”
“I don't know what they fucking call it but Riley.. erm Boss Riley gave me a quick buzz with one and it was like a burn!” Jim shouted back at me adding more quietly, “Don't think it left a mark tho'.”

“He's right it is kinda 'burny' blondie..We usually call it a prod though like the ones for cattle.” Riley explained.

“And he let you shove it in his arse for a buzz!”

“NO!” They both exclaimed in unison.

“FUCKS SAKE! It's like watching the three stooges...SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Serge yelled, “Don't even think it Blondie!”

“Wouldn't dream of it Boss! So what happens now.”

“We get you locked down as a troublesome prisoner, Boss Riley supervising Trainee Boss Murphy.”

“Sure picked the right troublesome one Boss!” Jim smirked.
“Fuck you! Boss trainee.”
“OK Murphy bring it over here.” Riley advised Jim as he opened one of the solid steel doors in the wall.”
“Hey don't I get a smoke? C'mon Boss, won't take long.” Jim paused. Just long enough for Serge to get over and grab the back of my neck and propel me towards Riley and the open steel door.

“Another word, just one you piece of shit and I'll have you gagged!” He turned to Murphy, “Get the idea now lad, its livestock your handling not human beings, they're animals, slaves! You just make sure they know it! Now take it back there and try again.”

“Yessir!” Jim grabbed me hard by the back of the neck and shoved me away from the door before he turned me around and practically lifted me by the scruff and back to the doorway.

“Hey Boss my legs ain't as long as yours and I got 'em chained so can we....” I stopped abruptly.
“Didn't you just get told to shut up?” Jim's spittle flecked my face. “Boss Riley we got a gag handy?”

“Getting you one now Murphy.” Riley entered the cell followed by me practically dangling by the neck from my best mates arm.

“Collar first then the gag and make sure its nice and snug.” Jim nodded at his training officer and proceeded to hold me against the back wall with his body weight and locked a heavy metal collar round my neck.

“Shit! I mumbled.

“You pleased to see me faggot, my uniform turn you on boy, fucking animal. You'd shove that thing anywhere boy eh! Maybe you'd like me to give you a buzz eh? Your pussy cocksucker, want my stick in there, or maybe you'd get off if I fenced with ya, my prod and your little cock. Well arselicker? No smart mouth remarks.....” Jim seemed rather intense. My mouth was half open so it didn't take much for him to shove a gag into my mouth.

“UGH!” was the only response I could muster as he buckled it tight.

“Rrrrr fuck!” He growled.

“Riley outside....” Serge closed the door and locked it once Riley was out.

“I'm gonna fuck you, rape your slave arse, you want it, I'll give it.” Jim's voice rumbled through me, he turned me round and pulled down my pants and boxers and shoved his meat deep into my hole.
“You like a screw punk? You'll beg for a screws meat in that pussy. Yeah.. you'll...do... anything Boss wants.” Each pause in his speech represented a deep thrust. “Yeah when I make you my pet convict you're... gonna.... be my ...asswiping,... cock...sucking... piss...taking … an...im...al. You'll... beg... for... my ...cock. Fuckup... to...attract … my attention... yearn for my company, my touch.... …. ….. …. even if its just a whippin'.” He fell silent apart from grunts, moans and growls.

I was euphoric, scared shitless and confused as he slammed me hard against the wall. This guy wasn't the Jim I knew... or maybe he was!
I was crushed against the wall, my fingers trying to dig into him as his full weight pressed into me.
His teeth bit into my shoulder and I mean bit! I yelled, screamed, gargled into the gag.

Moments, minutes, hours passed then he slapped my bare rump and pulled up my trousers.
“FUCK that was INTENSE!” He fastened my pants up, “You OK? You're quiet. Say something! Didn't you enjoy it... FUCKIN' INTENSE!”

He grinned when he looked at my face, “Oh yeah forgot about that... you liked it tho, your cock did anyway,” he grabbed my cock and balls, “I cleaned you up best as I could.”

There was a couple of slaps on the door, he knocked back. The door opened, Riley entered.
“OK Murphy get him into this suit then cuff him again. Put the hood on first, he'll be less able to resist, keep it collared tho'” Riley left when Jim acknowledged the instructions.

“Shit this is so fuckin' hot!” Jim informed me, “Wish we done it this way before, love the feelings of being in charge. You really OK with it?” He opened out the red bag thing he had in his hand. “Huh, Just like a bag! Can't wait to see what you look like in these red stripes either.” He held them up in front of me. “I'm just going to buckle this collar bit on it OK?”

“Are you fuckin' mad !!!” I shouted although it didn't sound like that anywhere except my head. I mean the guy was talking away to me like normal, seemingly blissfully unaware that I couldn't respond.

“Oh god Boss Murphy gotta fuck you again convict!” He rasped as he pulled my boxers and pants off in one go. 'SLAP'. My thigh stung. “MOVE SCUMBAG!” He slapped me again.
“Good yer still slicked up from the last time...” He moaned softly as he pushed into my hole, the anger I had from his slapping and abusing me disappeared as a throaty grunt squeezed from me when his cock was fully inserted.
“Damn! You should have told me you were a cunt-boy before this, look at all the pleasure we could have both had instead of you topping me all the time. Fuck I need to get some gear, you know, cuffs, chains to keep you in place my wee faggot. How does that sound? You like it so I'll take that as a yes!” He was holding my cock, just holding it as he stroked over the piss slit and I wriggled and writhed and tried to stroke his body as he pressed against me. My cuffed hands trying to give him some pleasure.
“WHAT? Sorry Boss! Couldn't help it! Yessir!” Jim shouted breathlessly and picked up the pace.

Too soon, way too soon, he exploded and quickly withdrew. Frustrated I humped air and begged him to finish me... but I was ignored.
He slapped my legs hard a few times, ordering me to be still as he pulled my pants on, well obviously the red-striped ones as they were coarse compared to mine. He replaced the leg irons before standing and hugging me. “Coooool... so fucking cool ain't it cuntboy!”
Nope he wasn't hugging me, just reaching to release the cuffs from the belt. I rubbed at my wrists and reached up to my neck to loosen the strap on the hood but he grabbed my wrists pulling them away. “It's no to tight ya fucker, don't start. Boss Riley said two fingers tight was how they adjusted the collars.” He was pulling and pushing me to get the coarse shirt/jacket on me. He rubbed my crotch, “Nice boner!” I groaned as he rubbed my sensitive bits with the rough material of my new suit.

“Everything OK in here?”
“Yeah Serge, Murphy here is a natural.”
A few minutes passed.
“OK lads come in one at a time, rest gather round the door. You all get a close up quit shoving! Listen up, I don't want to repeat myself.” A muffled voice spoke. “Stewart? Riley who's he talking about?” Obviously the speaker had asked about me.
“The blond mouthy one?” Riley replied.
“Ah 'blondie' where is he?”

“Erm the incident earlier Serge? He was...”
“Oh yeah of course, we'll catch up with him sooner or later. Did you explain to them Wilson?”

“No serge left that for you to handle.”

“Fine! Well lads you know there was an incident earlier well unfortunately it involved your two buddies and...” Serge stopped. “What? Who has something to say. Get him in here!”

“I just said that it would be them, hope you got them both locked up somewhe..... erm.” Unmistakeably the voice of Den Morrison which faded as he recognised the 'trainee'.

“Well as you see your friends are fine. Well Blond...what the ..Stewart that was it, was well probably is in a bit of discomfort, didn't I say we'd catch up later!”

“Yes Sir you did.” Riley answered.

“You have a problem hearing me then boy? What's your name again?”
“Morrison serge Dennis Morrison.”

“Ah yea, dumbo, knew I had named you well.” I only wished I could have seen Den's face!
“As you see,” Serge continued, “I think I'm repeating myself here - Murphy has shown such aptitude we decided we could use him for some hands on experience.”

“Is that Stewart then?” Another voice called out.
“Nah! That guy has a bigger dick than him.” Den laughed.

“Who is this animal Trainee Murphy?”

“A convict Sir. Boss Riley was using him..uh .. sorry ..it as he gave me some tips.”
“Well as he's wearing red stripes that means he's a lifer lads. The hood and restraints obviously mean he's been in trouble either at the court or when he arrived.”

“Yes Sir, Boss Riley said..”
Riley stopped Jim, “No lad I told you just the facts, if any one wants where what etc., then you can elaborate.”
“Yes Sir. Well he .. it came with the last batch and has still to be processed.”

There was a murmur, damn this hood, unless they were in the cell or shouted I couldn't hear clearly and of course they were coming in and out in singles which added to the noise.

“Yes black-white suits for convicts however when they come from court lock up they have red – green – orange or self coloured suits or coveralls/jumpsuits depending on the category the livestock have been assigned. We'll talk more on that later. Riley? This slave hasn't been processed Murphy says?”

“No sir. Like he said it came through with the last batch and obviously misbehaved.”

“Excellent! Murphy how'd you like to process this scumbag? With our supervision of course. Sure the rest of the lads would enjoy that better than just being told what happens. Means you get to see everything that happens to... What Wilson?” there was a pause.
“OK. Nearly everything, we have to keep the hood on of course so you can't see its identity. Weird cause we all know its got to be a fuck up as it got itself here. So lets go lads, Wilson lead your troop through to processing. Damn this is cool for you guys that this was lying around. Riley give … the trainee your belt.”

I heard the door close as the rest of the group were led away.


“Fuckin' ace!” I could almost see the face splitting grin on Jim. “Yessir got it. For REAL? Won't that, he will be all right though.”

Riley, I think put a hand on my shoulder, “Listen up.. Both of you. To pull this off you need to forget it's your mate there, don't slip up. And you,” He squeezed my shoulder “Blondie will be fine, most of the guys through here have no idea what to expect so your reactions will be real enough.”

“But Boss shouldn't we at least warn him...”

“No Jim, he'd just be waiting trying to anticipate. Blondie nod your head if you understand and agree.”

Not having a clue what they meant I shrugged and nodded my head.

“C'mon Billy Let's get this show on the road.” Jim's smiling voice reassured me as he punched my arm. “Oww!”

“IT ain't Billy/Blondie or anything else remotely polite from now on, it's a slave animal, no longer human, a convict!”

“Yes Boss. Right scum, move yourself.” Jim commanded grabbed my arm and tried to wrench my head off my neck.

“Fuck!” Riley laughed, “Unlock the collar from the wall and use the chain as a leash.”

“You OK?” Jim whispered as he reached to separate me from the wall. “Course it is... it's just a fucking convict.” He quickly corrected himself and jerked me forward by the collar.

I stumbled blindly behind him mumbling at him to slow down. “Quiet down there or you'll get something to complain about!”

Jim was seriously into this as each minute passed. Shortly after that the chain relaxed and I shuffled on until Riley behind me grabbed the belt, Jim yanked at the collar but Riley pulled me back. My body exploded and I was writhing on the floor!

My head was still spinning and a far away voice came out of the fog, “Up on your feet you piece of shit!” A boot nudged my ribs, “Like all dumb animals it takes some time to get them to behave. Now we're going to – Trainee give that livestock on the floor a prod – take it's prints and portrait...”
The voice disappeared as explosions and bright lights flashed in my head.

I was standing, well swaying as someone held my wrist then pressed my fingers down on the table.
A sharp stabbing in my ribcage caused me to freeze. “Be still convict or I'll zap your worthless hide again!” The authoritative voice sounded somewhat like Jim. My wrist was re-shackled and I staggered as my left wrist was released and pulled forward. The same procedure, wrist-lock and each digit pressed and rolled. I shook my arm when they were done and found my head pressed on to the table with my arm twisted up my back.

“See lads don't give the fuckers an inch. Take over trainee, keep it immobilised.” Serge was informative and commanding.
I was busy trying to breathe as the iron collar was pressing on my neck or crushing my Adams' apple. This was getting tired so fucking quickly for me but the buzz from the other guys was one of sheer joy.
“OK guys let's go for a short break while our newbie convict gets his portfolio enhanced. Give us a call when you're through Riley. Wilson lead on.”

I was pulled up from the table and un-cuffed, the hood, gag and iron collar were removed.
“Fuck guys wasn't that a bit much? Why the fuck did you shock me? I didn't do anything.”

“You loved every minute,” Jim said with a grin as he stared at my dick. I blushed. “Yeah every FUCKIN' minute!” He repeated.

“Now get your fuckin' arse over there or do we need to make you...”

“Jim? You can stop now, it's over!” I was already standing with my back to the wall before I stopped speaking. Flash! “Turn to the right.” Riley pulled me roughly round by the chin. “The boss said to the right you dumb-fuck!” Flash! “LEFT!” I took too long in my confusion and Riley again helped me out....

“Naked? You take pics of all these animals naked! What for?” Jim seemed surprised.

“So they can't complain about being beat up of course.” Riley grinned.

“But who'd listen to them anyway? They're convicts!”

“The real reason Murphy is it documents every blemish, moles, scars, inkwork! The pics are taken on first processing in the category suit, like this desperado then again, naked and finally when they get to the end of the line.” Serge corrected the grinning Boss Riley.

“Cool.. can we get copies of them?” Jim enthused.
“Want copies blondie?” Serge asked.
“Yessir Boss!” I paused then shrugged, “Yeah sure is what I meant.” I felt my face burning.
“You're doing great kid. Both of you in fact. You all right in going on?” Serge asked.

“Yeah sure, hell it's a day to remember.” Jim was so up. “He's fine with it too ain't ya boy.”
I just stared at this once giant docile, submissive best mate of mine then grinned, “Yea Boss Murphy!”

So I stripped and was photographed again, Riley even produced the black-white stripes.

“Can we get some of him cuffed and collared guys?”
Riley and the serge exchanged looks, “OK guys we'll give you a break but we're keeping you away from the others, so we'll lock you down here. Riley will bring you some coffee and sandwiches. We just ask that you don't wreck the place or break any equipment. OK”

“Yes Boss!” we chorused.

“Good, you can go out that door for a smoke, it's another holding pen. but don't light up in here. ”

“It's practically automated guys, the pics are digital and go direct to the file on the computer. Don't change anything on that. You should be able to see the pics as a slideshow. I'll bring a usb drive so you can get copies.” Riley walked to the door where serge was waiting.
“About fifteen minutes guys and you'll get your lunch. Enjoy! If anyone else comes refer them to me Murphy, and blondie, keep your mouth zipped.” They left and the door was locked.

Jim took total control. Fuck these guys gave him an olive green jumpsuit and made him into a control-freak. I was confused by my own feelings, on the one hand – he had taken away my control, well the control I thought I had. On the other I kind of liked the fact that he seemed to have grown a set of balls. I grinned at that thought as at the moment I was suited up cuffed, collared and leg ironed on my knees between his gagged by his hairy balls.
I always yearned for control, something I never got at home. Shit! He, Jimbo that is, knew that already. He had let me take control or think that I was when all the time he was the real Bossman. What a guy!
“WHAt the fu....” The cuff across my head brought me back from my admiration.
“He's telling you you have company...” Wilson grinned, “it's OK guys Serge and Riley told me all about you two. It's cool! Hell they even sent some smokes for you. They'll be back in around half an hour.”

“Hey Boss... Wilson is it? Can you show us how to get the stuff off the … machine.” Jim indicated the screen of the computer. Weird as he aced all the classes since like...forever!

Once Wilson left Jim pulled me up to my feet. “What were you asking him about the computer for.. Shit! We both know more about them than that guy does.”

“Yeah but .. obviously you weren't listening, just like a dick-wad convict, ..we ain't authorized to use the system he is! Therefore my dear little slaveboy, he got right into it and forgot I wasn't a real trainee. Look! All we got to do is fill these boxes and we can get an authentic copy of your 'record'! Naturally Stevens and Riley will make sure they remove the thing from the computer but we'll have a memento of this day... Howzatt!!”

“Yeah great! You gonna share that lunch or does the convict just starve?”

“Man I'm busy!”

“C'mon boss just loose one hand and let me eat.”

“Fuck! Fine.. Get your arse out here.” He grabbed one of the sacks and the chain from the collar and took me outside to the holding pen. “Neat... into that one then turn around and put your hands at that slot.”
“Why?”
“Hell you wanna eat or not...”

I mumbled a few choice words but did as he said, he released my left hand and passed the lunch pack through the slot. He went back inside and left me to my lunch.
It didn't seem to take him long before he came back out and started on his lunch. “Man the pics are great, I filled in all the data boxes and even found your prints. They're on your record now too. Even wrote you up some disciplinary breaches. You're one bad fucker for a new 16 year old. AWESOME! The fucking thing looks so real. Hey how about we go inside and get some of me in my uniform.”

“Looks REAL? It is real ya dork this is a prison and you were using the system. … Thought we were gonna have a smoke?”
“Yeah OooKay...” He lit a cigarette and passed it to me, “Here. Now I reckon we still have 5 to 10 minutes left, be enough time just Boss in his trainee uniform, though if your grateful we could maybe strip me down for you to drool over when I'm busy or something.” He laughed.
“C'mon...”

“JIM!”
“WHAT NOW?”
“Open the fuckin'cage...”
“Fuck! You look good like that, I'm really gonna love you being my slave,” he reached in and pulled my face to the bars and kissed me...... “And you're gonna love it too... better behave or Boss'll be hard on ya as well as in ya...”

“Yea of course I will Boss!” I said with more than a touch of sarcasm.

“Don't show me no attitude boy, still got this little friend to touch you up with..” He waved the prod in front of my crotch. “Getting to like it already I see.” He tapped my bulge with it.

We took several photos of Jim, yep in and out of his uniform. He showed me my file.
“Hey man them pics don't show me at my best. I look like some kind of dork, all submissive and scared.”
“Well that's why I used them 'cause you would look that way if it were real and anyway you were submissive and scared.”

“And you wouldn't be if some maniac dragged you all over the place in chains and threatened, hell in fact did try to fry my insides.”
“Just your butt, Riley and the serge made sure I just hit you on the butt!”

“Fuck me you sound sorry about that!”

“Copied! Best delete that record or we'll be hanging one night and the cops'll arrive to bring you back where they think you belong.” He laughed hard.

I shivered... “Fuck I want to watch you and make sure you delete it then... just make sure you don't delete everything.”

“Relax I told you I only chose a few pics, even if they get deleted there are still plenty for them to see before they get rid of them. Everything is on this for us. Two copies just in case one gets corrupted.” He held the drive up, “You know even if you don't wanna be my convict slave it's gonna happen. All I'd have to do is put this out on the 'net,” He chuckled evilly.

“Were you listening to anything the guy said?” He looked up at me.
“No really. Why?”
“Well I brought up file and we have the following options:
- DELETE - ARCHIVE - DELETE/ARCHIVE. I'm sure he said something about it automatically archiving each file as it was created.”
I thought it out logically before speaking. “Well Delete, removes the file, archive makes sure its archived after updating so the last one must remove the file and the archived file.”

“Yeah that was my take on it. I can check.” He chose the Delete/Archive button and it came up with file removed successfully. Performed a search for my name then address and age, nothing came up.

*********

Graduation 4

“OK Boys, see you had some fun...” Sergeant Stevens smiled as he came through the door,
“Hope you didn't fuck up the computer system.”

“What? Why's that, did we do something we shouldn't have? We just did what Boss Riley said we could. Well we did find his prints on it as well.”

“Yeah it's fine guys... it all goes straight to the system, Riley is just printing a hard copy, without the nude ones Blondie in case you get embarrassed. Oh and it has 'specimen' overprinted on it all of course. See you couldn't resist getting yourself in uniform either bigfoot...”

Jim of course blushed, “Yea but couldn't work out how to get a couple of us together.”

“Well finish your smoke and ask Riley nicely, he'll help.”

“Cool!”

“Yea real cool, he'll get off on him being the Boss and me the convict under his control.”

“Yeah. Hurry up scumbag and we can get you gagged and hooded too maybe.” He let out his evil chuckle and practically dragged me up from where we had been sitting against the wall.

Riley was more than helpful and produced several shots of us and added them to the drive which he took charge of leaving us both a bit nervous. “Chill guys.. or is that expression 'uncool' for you guys nowadays... you won't get through any of the scanners around the place with this on on you. You were told when you came in the reason for emptying your pockets.”

“Scanners? How come cons like me can go through them then.. err I mean like cons in chains and stuff. The hardware. Some kind of over-ride?”

“Nope there is that of course but the scanners know where to expect a lot of metal on the livestock.”

“SO if I had a key to them and kept it near the rest of the metal-ware I could go through the scanner OK? No wait it must be a comparison system. You know compares a convict in chains and any aberrations like outlines, extra metal, like a key or piece of wire would trigger the alarm.”

“You're good blondie. So good you're gonna have to come here just wondering what side of the cages you'll be on. Out or in...” He turned to Riley, “Hey Jim, instead of deleting his file we should complete a real one and just keep the bugger. “What do you think?”

“Fine by me.”
“Aw guys you can't take my pet away.. less you can get me in as a real trainee, do college on the job so to speak.” Jim piped up.

“Got to be at least eighteen,” turning to the serge, “We could process the big one too if you like?”

“Eighteen to be a guard but you can make convicts earlier, how early... what age I mean.” I asked.

“Youngest through here is eighteen or fourteen an up if it's a lifer.”

“Shit! You mean I could really end up here? The thought of boot camp was bad enough for me.” I blushed as I realised what I had said.

“Yeah we know both your records already. Now that's something I've been wondering about how come you have more misdemeanour’s than Murphy?”

“Cause he didn't rat me out most of the time Serge. The few other times were down to his fam..er folks other folk.”

“JIM! Fuck. I knew you told Riley when you burst in earlier. Just how much did you spill?”

“Sorry. Was just when Boss Riley said about the cells and what they'd be doing with the cuffs and... I just thought of the cellar”

“Almost everything ya fuck or EVERY fuckin' thing?”

“Billy nothing he told us surprised us, we've both been in this job long enough to get good at reading guys, yeah even the convict livestock. It didn't take long for Riley to get the facts which is why they came running thinking you'd freak.”

“You know about my brother and dad?” I gulped.

Sergeant Stevens led me slowly back out to the pen

“Non-sexual but physical and mental abuse yeah. Left in the dark tied up in the cellar for days. Everything is fine when you're in control away from your family but you 'freak' when things get.. what.. away from you.”

“No. That's bullshit! I thought that too but he showed me today. I thought I was on my own and had to pretend to be someone or something I wasn't. I just wanted to be in charge for a change, have a real friend, somebody who would touch me even hug me now and again. ...He pretended as well. He's strong, loving, considerate, and fair. He was really the one in control of me. Yeah he let himself get into scrapes because of me but he didn't put any pressure on me like... you know do this, don't do that or I won't be your mate anymore. I don't freak when he's around, he supports me, knows me better than I knew myself, encourages me or I'd probably already be here. Instead of telling me I'm nothing and totally useless he made me feel secure, useful and most of all wanted and .. and he, well I think he does, you know like me more than just a little bit. I really was scared shitless at some things you wanted me to do today but I could feel his enthusiasm and pure joy at being himself and felt like shit for not seeing the real Jimbo before. I guess I'd do anything for him.”

“You'd come here and wait for two or three years for him to come and hopefully make you his pet?”
Serge asked.
“Yeah of course,” I answered quickly, “if I had a guarantee that'd happen but it would be better if we went to college then both came here together. He could still be my boss for however long he wanted me. Maybe he'd get fed up of me but I'd just have to cross that bridge when it came.”

“Still insecure deep down then. Have you told him any of that? No of course you haven't.”

“I was too busy being 'the guy' around school to really notice what he was doing for me, when he was off ill I'd skip classes or school till he was coming back. When I was kept at home he'd skip classes and sneak in to see I was OK. He only untied me once, when he came back the next day he was going to go to the cops but he didn't thankfully.”

“Why thankfully?”

“Cause I would've been taken away from my dad and brother, good maybe but my only friend Jim, would have been out of my life as well. He thrashed John pretty badly and warned him that he'd kill him the next time he found out that he'd gagged me with a chain.”

“That was your brother? He used a chain!”

“Yeah, he's three years older and a lot bigger, stronger, still no big enough to take on Jim though. That was when Jim beat the crap out of him. The chain was tight round my mouth, padlocked and the other end locked to the wall. Sometimes he'd hang me from the beams with my big toes tied to my 'faggot' balls then he'd use his belt to make me struggle. Jim never saw that or he would have killed him. Jim would come round and just hold me. When I was 12, I was allowed to go to Jims' and Jim could stay over at mine. Jim's dad had a word with mine and I hardly got any trouble from them after that. Well Jim takes his build from his dad but his mum and sister can be a bit scary too if you didn't know them.”

“That was when you started to get into trouble, you just rebelled against everything.”

“Yeah I s'pose but Jim and his family all did what they could for me even when I was in trouble.”

“Well Jim would have been in trouble too surely.”

“Yep but I told you only because of me! I've never really felt scared of Jim's dad but his mum terrified me once when she laid into Jim one night when Jim let slip how long he'd known about me, she practically bounced him around the kitchen. When she came toward me I got up and practically jumped into his dad's lap. He wasn't any good, he just let her pick me up and sit down with me in her lap. I had just seen her thump her son but as soon as she held me I felt safe. She told me that I wasn't to worry about that big lump of brainless flesh and muscle as he was ashamed that he hadn't told them earlier. If I had known half of what I know now it would've been me that went to have a word with that useless piece of shit. Her husband told her that that was the reason he didn't tell her till after he'd been to see my dad. She growled at him and he got up to make some hot drinks. Tho' I think theirs was probably hot even without the tea or coffee in them. Thing is she can slap Jim and he actually moves with the force, and yeah she's had cause to give me a slap or two and I used to laugh at Jim and the fuss he made till he showed me the result of the smack she gave him on the butt for swearing in front of her. The mark was there for nearly a week but I never had any bruises but sure felt the slap or smack. And deserved them...”

“Told you she treats you like a fine piece of porcelain me she sees as a bloody lump of wood.”
I jumped. “How long you been listening?”

“Just since you started mentioning the 'werewolves' of the Murphy clan.” Riley intercepted Jim's reply but I think they had heard most of it by the look on Jim's face.

“We OK then?” Jim asked as he stood at my side.
I nodded, “S'pose but I can't think why you'd tell anyone that I asked if you were werewolves!”

He slipped an arm round my shoulder and pulled me tight, “You know we could get one of the staff apartments after a couple of years and they're fully fitted with convict furniture!”

“What a cell with a concrete or metal cot?”

“Nah just a wee slave-cage, be big for you though and anchors when I'm at work and you're on the chain. Even have anchors outside when your working out there but even if I bought your lease you'd still have to be available for the state to use for anything up to three months a year.”

“You got my life worked out already!”

“I told you earlier that you belonged wi... to me and nothing is gonna change that even if you end up here!”

“I'm still gonna be your convict or slave even if we don't end up here like?”

“Yeah I told you, I'm a damn good Boss and even tho' I look good in uniform, your words mind, and you look good in them stripes it wouldn't matter where we were if we were together. Did you tell him serge?”

“Tell him what...you tell me then...”

“Oh - no yet. Blondie you Ok with the others seeing your file and seeing you like that. We have to get ready for the others who'll be on their way here for the next part of processing.” Serge said and walked off.

“Yep it's fine, I'm really OK ... Boss sergeant or is it sergeant Boss?”
“You want to see your file first before they arrive?” Riley caught me off guard.
“I've seen....”

Jim clamped a hand over my mouth, “He's seen the pics and I saw it so there's nothing for him to worry about. After all its just a convict, livestock, we can do what we damn well like with it. Maybe we should gag it though. It's bound to play up when the others are here.”

I recovered and nodded as Jim removed his hand from my mouth. “Yeah Jim showed me the pics and if he says I've nothing to worry about well... what do I need a gag for I'm cuffed so I can't see me punching any of them.”

“Yeah but I don't want to have to use my 'burny-stick' when you swear or insult your betters.”

“Betters? None of them are any better or worse than you or me. Hmm well they might have got in less trouble but what the fuck... You and your burny fuckin' stick....”

“That's true for you normally but as the convict you...”
“Yeah right Boss Riley I get it, animals – scum etc., etc

Graduation 5


“Murphy! Take that animal outside and cage it.”
“Yes Sir,” Jim replied and walked over to me cuffed my free wrist, took me by the arm leading me outside to the pen and pushed me into the cage.
Riley called him over before he shut the cage door, and they had a few words.
“OK cunt out front and centre!” I ambled slowly out wondering what Jim was going to do.

I was lead across the pen to the other side where Jim stopped in front of a solid metal door and unbolted the top and bottom bolts. “Fuck! Holy FUCK! It stinks.... and its fuckin' hot...”

I grinned as he staggered back, he gagged a few times and his eyes were watering. He closed the door but didn't bolt it.
“Were you supposed to put me in there?” I gasped as realisation dawned.
He grinned evilly. “Yep but near forgot your exercise period. Five circuits of the pen as fast as you can.”

“Yeah right! Fuck that!” Hey I was notoriously lazy when it came to exercise and I didn't see any reason to make this an exception.

THWACK! I jumped stunned. Thwack!
I turned to see a grinning Riley with what looked like a riding crop in his hand.
“This fuckhead talking back to you Murphy.”
A confused Jim just stared and winced as I jumped again when Riley slashed the crop across my thigh. “Can't use the burny-stick here Murphy, poor animal would just be writhing around the floor.
Run alongside it and just keep it moving by swatting it with this, chest, thighs, upper arms, butt, mostly anywhere is acceptable.” He handed the crop to Jim, “Don't worry it leaves some stripes and stings like fuck but no permanent damage! That right dick-head?”

THWACK! “I asked you a question convict.” He drew his arm back again as I looked round wondering how he managed to produce another riding crop from thin air.
“YES BOSS!” I yelled but he just stared at me, “NO SIR BOSS!” I tried again.
“Well which is it, yes it stings or no it does not? And stand still!”
“Stings like fuck Sir!” I answered as I tried to stop hopping from foot to foot to ease the burning sensation in my thigh.

“Carry on Murphy!”
“Cool!” Jim released his evil chuckle and retrieved his crop from the belt.
“OH!” He had only showed Jim where his own crop was on his belt.
THWACK! “Move it fucker!”

I was breathless before we started so by the time Jim had herded me round the pen five times I was ready to collapse. To be fair he hadn't used the crop all that often, probably wouldn't have at all if Riley hadn't been coaching from the sidelines.
“SWIPE IT'S ASS!”
“Nice One, give it the same again on the other side.”
“Try and aim one up its crack or on its ballsac.”
Riley was the bigger problem for me with all his helpful suggestions, worse than me hop, skipping and jumping around in leg irons and trying to remain upright with my balance hindered by my hands attached to the damn belt, which felt a lot tighter, at my back.

“Your pet is needing more exercise Jim. You should work on that!” Riley grinned, “Possibly wouldn't do you no harm either.”

Jim gasped and nodded. It was Riley who opened the door and pushed me inside.
“Don't need toilet.... Boss!” I gasped.
Riley laughed as he pulled the chain on my collar and clipped it somewhere above me. I was nearly on my toes, my heard forced down as the collar pulled the collar up at the back of my neck. There was a hole in the floor at the back and it stank of shit and piss. Yep it was a fuckin' toilet.

“”There's also ring clips lower down so you can put them on their knees, even a couple on the floor so you can attach the collar direct keep 'em down on their front or back.”

“Why would you do that if they are only passing through this area?” I heard Jim ask.

“Well usually smart mouthed ones or ones that don't do as they are told, you can be assured of at least one or two in each batch that comes through, need re-enforcing regarding their new position in life. What better than to have their fellow unfortunates get some relief that someone or in their case SOMETHING is lower than them.”

“You let other guys shit and piss when they're chained in here.”
“Sure. In fact if you need a piss you can go right ahead, or maybe you want to use that as a urinal.”
I felt a poke at my back.
“You mean piss in him. Heard about that. We never tried that ….yet.”
“Oh I thought you might have with what you said earlier...”
“Jim please..” I whispered.
“It's Boss or Sir to you scum.” Riley slapped the back of my head. “See he's begging you.”
“You want to be my urinal convict.” Jim's hand was on my shoulder. “Hmm later then, Seems we have company.”

The door slammed shut, and the draught it caused seemed to explode the vile stench into something you can feel and taste. Hell if it wasn't so dark could probably see it!

I heard a muffled conversation outside the door, so there must be vents somewhere. I couldn't feel the sweat on my body like I had when I was outside but I knew my sweat glands must be in overdrive as I was panting like a dog.

What the fuck was happening out there? I couldn't hear anything at all now. I suppose this was how it was for folk like me. No folks in my present situation, I mean, real convicts not me personally. Just left waiting, caged, like an animal that might wander away. I wasn't in panic, in fact I had never felt quite so calm. I kind of like others making the decisions I decided.

“They're coming across now convict so do nothing until you're told.” A hurried whisper came from behind me.
“Who's coming?” I asked aloud, and what the fuck am I likely to do I thought....

There was a splash of light and I went to turn round, “As you were convict!” A voice commanded.
“The same voice (Riley's,) continued. “This gentleman is where the lowest of the livestock usually spend time during processing, the fuck ups, the annoying fucks, like Dumbo there. Lad you are pissing me off what's amusing you now?”

“Nothing much.” Den answered.
“I'm tired of you mouth boy just like Boss Wilson!” Riley warned. “Murphy what did he just say to you?”
There was no response that I heard.

“Fine, maybe we should just dump motormouth in one of these cages for the rest of the afternoon. Seeing as he seems to think everybody here is either a faggot dork or in the wrong clothing. I suppose you see yourself in that uniform Mr Murphy is wearing.”

“Yessir everything I've seen or been shown – told about here today has really got to me. It looks like a good career, well paid, and the benefits as well.”

“Aye fucking the convicts, literally as well as figuratively!” I'm sure it was Alan that inserted that comment.

“Fuck you, I meant the accommodation provided, social life and camaraderie of your work mates.”
“Even the convicts wouldn't want you as a mate!” Somebody else snickered.

“Enough lads! Mr Morrison you can go first then as you're keen. Take a look through the open flap. Take a deep breath.”

“Can't see much.........SHIT! That is so vile.” There was a lot of gagging and coughing throughout that comment.

“I told you to take a deep breath lad.”
“I did....”
“Yep. I meant before you stuck your face in there. What did you see? Have another look.”
“Oh man there's a guy standing in there I think.”
“No there isn't gentlemen.” Riley said.
“I'm no blind there is a guy in there!” Den protested.

“OK, rest of you take a look, deep breath before you look eh guys?”

“Murphy open it up so they can have a proper look, seems that more than dumbo think there is a guy in there.”

The door slowly opened, to groans and some expletives and shuffling feet as they backed away from the stench.
“JEEZE! Get your sissy butts back here and get a closer look, maybe some of you would like to go inside? Now any of you still see a guy in there?”

“Yea he's chained to the ceiling in that filthy hole.”
“That and the red and white stripes it's wearing should be clues to even you what that is in there.”

“You look confused sonny shall we tell you the answer?”

There was a loud chorus of 'A CONVICT' followed by several dumbo / arsehole / loser and other derogatory remarks aimed at Den Morrison.

“Murphy.”
“Yes Boss. Convict face this way slowly.” Jim responded.
I turned slowly.
“Fuck's sake!” - “Billy?” What you doing to the poor guy?” That can't be right or fair!”
Of course there were a few who laughed outright.
“Relax guys he is a willing volunteer, ask him.” Riley informed them.
My head was still down owing to the way the collar held my neck but Jim was already reaching over me and was pulling me forward into the open air.”
“How long has he been in there? Since we left? Is that legal? Does Anderson and the governor of this place know what they are doing here?” Alan was standing right in front of me, “Jeez man you're absolutely soaking, this is inhuman.”

There were a few other murmurs of disapproval.

Alan was still venting, “Did you know they were going to do this, fuck you surely couldn't have agreed to stuff like this. Hell dress up and the cuffs – fair enough, was wondering what that'd be like myself as were a few others, but this? .... This is so NOT RIGHT not fuckin' right at all. Jim what the fuck you letting him be abused like this? JEEZUS! You're his best buddy man. What were you doing. Wait a minute... Has he been the convict all through that processing... Holy fuck you even zapped him with that stun gun you bastard.” He put an arm round my shoulder, “You want out of this Bill, hell I'll kick up a fuss that'll have the governor and Anderson hotfooting it down here...”

A few voices encouraged Alan and voiced support for me.

“Alan..”
“Don't you fuckin' speak to me Murphy. You're a piece of shit, fuck you're worse than that wanker Morrison!”

“Hey fuck you Watson. Personally I think it's a great experience for him, he'll know what to expect when he gets here after his next fuck up! He looks well at home like that, especially in that shit-hole....” Den was cut short as Alan turned round grabbed him and ran him into the 'shithole' behind me and slammed the door.

The sudden silence was broken when I cracked up, at first it was a few snorts and giggles but the more I thought of how ludicrous this was and the fact that Den was locked in the shithouse with Alan defying anyone to come and attempt a release... well I just lost it and sunk to my knees.
Strangely Alan and Jim rushed and almost came to blows as the knelt down and tried to be the one to give me a comforting hug.
“He's laughing, the cunt thinks it's funny!” Alan was incredulous.
“Yea maybe we should throw him back in there with Morrison. ” Jim suggested.

“Maybe I'll have the three of you thrown in there!”
“Riley what the fuck is going on?”
“No sure Serge, teen bonding maybe?”
I looked up and saw the serge, Riley in front and all but one of the other guys standing close round me.

“A revolt in progress or jail-break more like with the look on these desperadoes. Didn't reckon on that!” Serge pulled Riley away and they walked over to the other side.

“Wait guys. I'm OK. Fine. Really!” I tried to shut them up. “No I didn't know exactly what they were going to do and neither did Jim. Bastard did know a bit more than I did but think that was just before they did it. I'm really OK with it.”
“He's fine. C'mon guys you know I would see he was OK.”
“Right we saw you when you thought he collapsed shit-head. You know I was about to thump you for being such a dick!” Alan told Jim.
That almost set me off again as Alan was only about an inch or so taller than me!
“Anyway the sick fuck was bloody laughing as it turned out. We all know what he's like guys. And we still fall for his shenanigans!”

“ALAN? Can you come over here a minute please?” Riley called out.

“Fuck Alan they're gonna throw you out or lock you up like me, be nice to have some company!” I offered as he had a worried look on his face.

We watched as the other guys asked me over and over what it was like being in that suit and cuffs and leg irons all morning. 'Different' … 'Interesting' was all I replied as I watched an animated Alan remonstrating with the two officers.

Alan re-joined us, “They told me...damn. I can't do this.”
“What? Apologise to 'Dumbo Den'?” I asked.
“They wanted to know if you had assured me that you were OK. They didn't expect most of us to be pissed off at your 'treatment'. I told them as soon as I realised the fucker was laughing and not getting hysterical that you were fuckin' fine. But I was still a bit pissed anyway.”

He looked around.

“They said they wanted me to stay close with you and Murphy to ease any fears I had. I asked what that meant. If they had something else they were going to put you through but they wouldn't say.
I asked if that meant I got a jumpsuit or stripes and they asked if I had a preference.”

“And...” Jim asked.

“I said it didn't matter. So I guess they decided to leave me the way I was.”

“Right lads over here. We'll move on to the next stage, you can... Mr Watson? Where is Mr Morrison?”

“Oh! I forgot Sir, the guys were talking and I plain forgot.” Alan smiled innocently.

“Take a break guys! You can have a quick smoke if you want.” Riley walked over to the 'shit-house' door and opened it and there was Den Morrison. He looked like shit, in fact I think he had actually been crying.
Not even that could muster sympathy from any of us in fact most of us were trying to look sombre as Riley was obviously agitated.
“It's OK lad. Sorry we thought that one of your friends had let you out.” Riley was saying as they walked past us.
“Friends! What fucking friends, they're all losers!” Den was spitting angry now.
They disappeared inside.

About 15 minutes passed before a smug Den re-appeared. Fifteen fucking minutes I had pestered everybody to give me a drag on their fags after Jim refused to loosen one of my wrists. Most of them did.
“They want to speak to you three faggots!” He indicated Jim, Alan and myself. “Knew you'd get yours ya freaks.”

Jim had to restrain Alan from jumping on the arsehole and pulled him inside.

“Here guys.” Riley indicated a side room which we entered and he closed the door behind us.

“Fuck! Sorry guys, don't know why they're dragging you into it but I'll accept full responsibility. Can you believe they wanted me to let him out and apologise. Covering their own arses probably! D'ya think we stand any chance of this scholarship thing now?”

“Scholarship?” I looked at Jim who was strangely quiet at this revelation. “What scholarship and why didn't you mention it before. You obviously fucking knew!” I turned and watched their reflections in the wall mirror.

“Apparently the guys here today have the chance of a scholarship for college to do courses for people management and that shit. No sure what the other shit they mean.”
“Me neither.” Admitted Alan.

“They fuckers recording us?” Alan indicated a camera in the corner of the room near the ceiling.
“Nah it's no running... less they taped or removed the wee red light.” Jim sighed, “Then maybe because it's a prison they have 'em running...ooh fuck!”

“What?”
“Err.. nothing Alan.”
I was already aware of the thoughts running through Jim's head. Had they recorded everything we did?

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