Graduation 9 - 10

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 9 / 10
Date: 19 April 2011

Chapter 9


“Right lads, I've consulted with my staff, mainly Sergeant Stevens, who incidentally is my depute-governor.”
“Thought that was Captain Arsehole?” I spoke stopping the governor in his tracks.
“He has applied for a transfer, now as I was...”
“Does he know he's applied for a transfer yet?”
“That doesn't concern you or anybody else except myself.”
“Think that's a no Bill.” Alan opined.
“Yeah. S'pose the debacle you caused was the last straw!”
“Me it was Jim, he went off and left us.”
“He was sent away by Boss Riley!”
“Right, so what actually happened when Boss Riley was with me?” Jim asked.

“Oh it was partially my fault, I was left with you two and the captain came along and asked why you were out there. I started to explain. He was walking away from me and told me to walk as I talked so I had to take you two with me. He said I was to cage you up and come and find him once I found out what happened with that trainee who had been running them round the garden circuit. You have to tell him things several times before he actually hears or understands. It was easier to just do what he said and go find Riley or the serge. He obviously assumed convicts out of the prison block were serious offenders, which they usually are, and as the depute decided he would handle as the governor was entertaining and wouldn't want to be disturbed. You were safe enough he wouldn't do anything serious without the paperwork. Err that's basically it.” Johnson explained.

“So what are you leaving out? And what else has he done that warrants him being kicked out...err, transferred? Surely must be more to it than that.” I queried.

“Leaving out? Nothing much just some...” Eric was a bit flustered.
“Bullshit,” Alan said.
“I asked him over and over if I could get water for you. Especially as I knew you had been gagged for a while and you were drenched in sweat. He said you were just animals and were fine when I said the humane thing to do would be to make sure you were not going to end up sick. Even appealing to him that it wasn't wise to have to divert medical resources to the livestock and have them unavailable for labour. 'They can recover in the cages!' was his response to that! As to what else... I don't think it's my place to say.”

“Bill, Alan. Just understand that the gentleman in question has been causing problems for a long time. It's just difficult to remove someone from here these days. Employment laws you know!” Serge said.

“Fine. But he hasn't actually caused permanent damage.”
“Or killed anyone?”
“No. It's possible that the officers have had difficulty dealing with him and probably a lot more of the convict livestock have had excessive or undeserved punishment, but they all lived through it. They eventually accept that they no longer have human-rights and just get on with their lives best they can. So can we get back to business?”

We nodded and apologised for interrupting. That seemed to cause a small wave of confusion itself.

“So now you know why I consulted with Stevens as the senior officer, yes he's young but is extremely good at his job, did well in the army too, came well recommended,”

“Jerry, I don't think we need to go into the personnel records for everyone here.”
“Yeah your right Dave! What are you doing boy?”
“I just thought I'd help in the progress some.” I pushed the gag back into my mouth and fastened it at the back.
The governor looked at me then Alan, “You can borrow mine if you like Sir?”

When the chuckles and belly laughs died down, “OK lads point taken.”
“The staff consulted, mainly Stevens, Riley and Wilson. Johnson just joined the team today as you know but is aware of developments so far. I also consulted with Robbie during private meetings,” He paused as he looked at me and Alan.
“We are convinced that we can make this establishment run more smoothly and profitably. What we need to take an overview of is the fact that so many young folks are being condemned to a life of slavery, turned from humans to livestock...animals. Robbie.”
He was by now keeping his focus on me.
“Robbie tells me that he was very surprised at the number of good kids ended up here even though the offences were usually relatively minor.
Apparently getting arrested and spending a few months of 'jail-time' seems to enhance their status or 'street-cred'.
Unfortunately, some end up traumatised, and dysfunctional and invariably end up here for life. Those that cope, are of the opinion that had they known exactly what they would go through as residents in here they would have certainly looked at the status of an ex-con as something completely different. It was Robbie that actually pushed me to organise these visits. This being the first.”
“Sorry folks. Bill can you remove that gag please.”
I did as instructed.
“I just keep getting the feeling he wants to speak that's all and the fact that he's gagged means I keep focussing on him waiting...”
“You OK with everything so far?” The governor asked, “I mean everyone not just you.”
“Yeah sounds OK!”
“But?”
“Right!” he continued when he got no response. “Robbie said I should watch out for three maybe four lads but didn't tell me who, said they would make them selves known. Wouldn't even warn me if it was good or bad to expect.”

“Well Jerry, it's a bit of both as you've discovered. Except for one.” Anderson had some input.
“You mean the Mor..yeah I'll stop there. Anyway even though it was a while before the forth member appeared from the mist of the relatively uninterested, Sergeant Stevens contacted us and asked if it would be OK to try something with two of you guys. Honestly all I could see was lawsuits, newspaper, tv headlines so I said no.
However when he called me later about the incident I gave him the go-ahead for one of you to be the guinea pig and go through processing/induction in a real-time setting. He wanted both so I asked if he thought about an officer trainee.
On that point I should apologise about the later incident that upset Mr Murphy, and my two officers. Dave and Jim thought it was Alan or at that time the other blonde lad that was the one with the domestic problems.”
“He's in much the same position at home as Bill, Jerry! They also seem to be 'cousins'.” Serge put in quietly.

Mr Anderson stood up, “What! Is that true Alan?”
“Yeah, that's mainly why I tried to keep my head down. They don't know I'm here in case it gave them ideas about how to get rid of me when I left school. And they, Jim and Billy, didn't say, they're the only ones that know about how I live there, well apart from Jim's folks, mainly because I can't run into the next street or get unexpected visitors.”

“You don't get any fucking visitors!” I muttered.

“Anyway. You wouldn't have known about Billy either if it hadn't been for Jim and his family. They've kinda adopted me like him.”

“Something else you could maybe look into Robbie?”
“No please don't! If I can get to college, I'd be away from them and Mr Anderson has told me there are funds available in some cases. If not I can try and get a job, Ma and Pa Murphy have already offered accommodation which is a great relief but at the same time I'd feel like I was taking advantage so...”

“Is that what's being worrying you for the past week or so? Oh are you gonna get shit when Ma finds out!” Jim thundered. “And you know she will whether we tell her or no! You better have a chat with her as soon as possible.”

“I know!” Alan grunted back.
“I respect your wishes Alan but I think Jerry meant others like you and Billy in general. I certainly won't approach your dad. He's too much like... I will be keeping a closer eye on you though!”

“Shouldn't we be winding this up guys it's getting late.” Serge mused.

“It's your pitch now Sergeant, I've done the background. Gentlemen can you please listen to Sergeant Stevens and his crew with as few interruptions as possible.”

“Right, the governor and Mr Anderson here came up with the idea that we should see if we can....”
“We just outlined it to you you found all the problems and practicalities Dave.”
“Yes wouldn't have got off the ground without....” Mr Anderson stopped dead as Serge glared at them both.
“Can have my gag if you want?”
“Yeah I already offered the governor mine.”

Serge laughed, as the governor and Anderson both quietly said, “We could leave if you prefer.”

“We would like you three along with me and my crew make a sort of diary of what happens when you arrive in prison. One of you as a new Prison Officer, the other two as new convicts, I'm thinking one quiet and the other troublesome and how they change over a week or so.
The thing is that to make it work the three of you would be doing and having stuff done that is a reality in the characters position A REAL LIFE recreation.
Before any of you ask, we can't use real convicts, well we could as they have no rights, but they would not be co-operative enough. They either clam up or get high on what they see as 'celebrity'.
You guys won't you'll not be expecting favours / sympathy or special treatment. But believe me, after the first few hours you will believe it's real and that you are nothing more than another piece of convict-livestock.
Speak up now if you don't think you could handle it!”

“What about Jim?”

“Well that's one of the best parts. You remember how alienated the three of you felt with the rest of your group, even Jim who was a good guy! Well it will show how drastically life changes even when it's three close friends of long standing meeting up. You get what I mean?”

“Yeah how your best friend only sees you as scum.”
“And how deluded you were thinking he'd go easy on you than he would on other cons.”

“Exactly! So take a few minutes and think about it, go out there.” He indicated the enclosed garden area that was behind sliding glass doors, “Talk about it while you have a smoke and some juice. GO!”
He spoke again just as we were about to exit. “Ask any questions you want when you get back, or do you want a pad and pen so you don't forget them?”

I scribbled some things on the clipboard he had given me.
Paid?
Parents?
But mostly doodles.

“So it's on you Alan, parent thing!”
“I know Jim's dad will sort that out it's the time away, how'd I explain that?”
“Anderson!” Jim said.

“So it's on.”

“Is your arse and legs sore Bill?”
“Uh...Yea a few guys mistook me for a horse! Used a riding crop on me.”
“They're fuckin' bruised and raised a bit.”
“Let's see,” Jim grabbed him or rather his pants and yanked them down.
“Yours too!” He yelled and pushed me back on the table I was sitting on the edge of and pulled mine to my ankles.
I took the opportunity to examine the stripes along my thighs.
“Shit my balls are swollen and so is my dick.”
“That's unusual because... ?” Jim walked over to him and knelt down. “Ow somebody hit you there then.”

“Lads. Can you keep it clean. What the fuck!” Riley turned back into the room, “Their pants are at their ankles and yes... the Boss 'seems' to be interfering with one!”

I looked around yep there were cameras.
“Nope it's the store room window on the annexe.”
Yep it was there, one window on the extension with blacked out glass.
“What was whoever complained doing in there like?”
“Maybe but they ain't now half the staff are in watching.”
“What don't they have access to the cams?” Alan said bending over, wiggling his ass and slowly pulling his stripes back up.

We trooped back inside.
“I told you what they were doing, check the tapes. Christ I was watching them the whole time! Anyway you should ask whoever, what the fuck they were doing in that storeroom like Blondie said outside there.”
“Calm down. It brings some excitement to their lives.” Serge said, “Especially the bit where the blond winks with his butt!”

“NO!” I shouted as everyone but Jim and Riley looked at me.

“No?” They chorused back.
“I can do an encore if you like?” Alan offered with a grin and turned his back.

“No we've got it on video! Now have you guys thought about it?” Serge took control.
“Yep and barring a few hurdles we have to get over it's a definite maybe.”
“First – parents.”

“Mr Anderson has spoken to them. Well to Bill's and Jim’s.”
“AND?” I growled.
“No problems.”
“You spoke to my dad and no problems?” I turned to Mr Anderson.

“Just the usual Billy.”
“You have to tell him!” Alan said, “It'll just eat him up if you don't!”

“I explained it and he just listened till I mentioned 'Brunton Prison' he told me he wasn't surprised, he never even knew he'd been in trouble again and as far as he was concerned he could rot there! Sorry Bill. Mr Murphy offered to sort it out for me.”

“Better than I expected!” I smiled as Alan squeezed my hand and Jim crushed me in a hug.

“Better news from the Murphy household though. Np surprise I know, but I meant for Alan. Mr Murphy is probably at the farm twisting arms as we speak. Oops. Wrong term! Not literately, I hope, but he's going to suggest he has Alan stay with him to help with some building clearance and rebuilding, could go on into the summer, give the lad some pocket money.”

“Oh well he could just cut it short and say he wanted to rent me for some work. As long as he thinks he's getting cash he'll no care where I am.”

“So we're sorted?” Serge asked.

“No Yet!”

“Reimbursement? As well as funding for your college fund you get credits on the courses, better experience than books or some old codger droning on about what happens, why, how etc.”

“When?”
“Sometime after graduation for you and Bill. Directly after graduation for Jim, he has to actually look as if he has had some experience. You don't walk in off the street and start hassling the livestock right away!”

“So a couple of weeks for us and a week for Jim?” Alan asked.

“More or less.”

“So me and Robbie will go and see the rest of the group. Where are they Dave.”
“Processing reception, get their belongings.”
“Well we'll take them back to the lounge or canteen while your crew sort them out.”

“Serge can I go and sort out that stuff now or do you want me to hang on here?”
“What stuff Eric? Oh your brother. OK. We'll manage.”

“You will Dave! I've still got stuff to see to and as much as I've enjoyed the diversion it did run longer than expected. I'll send Menzies to hold your hand if you like. Probably spent the afternoon on his arse anyway.”
“Shit! I'll manage then off you fucking go....”
“Wait Menzies is he back? Thought he was suspended.”
“No he won his case. The convict said it was his fault and one cam was broken, the other view it looks like the convict tried to head-butt him so he got away with self defence and a couple of days off plus he's out with the road gangs to indulge his slave-master fantasies.”

“So guys just me then. Shower and change then unless you want to stay?” He chuckled.

“Cuff 'em, gag 'em, bring 'em Murphy!” He grinned, “You've been in the roles all day near enough so might as well finish it off. OK with you guys?”

“Great Serge!” Jim answered jovially and looked at us. “Guess they agree, they ain't complaining. Come on fuckwits!”

“Damn you guys learn quick!”

We arrived at processing and discovered our clothes weren't there. Serge took us down to the id unit and shower area. Still no clothes and belongings.
“Shit!” He phoned somewhere and seemed a bit pissed. “You stay... no that won't work, guys we'll leave you out in the cages and I'll take Murphy to track down your gear. Don't worry you'll be safe enough. Take the gags out Murphy. No on second thoughts leave them as they are, don't want them mouthing off if some other officers come across them. Ten minutes at the most lads.”

“Move Murphy!” We were pulled out to the pens and lodged in two separate cages.


We couldn't even talk to each other. It was a long ten minutes finally the door to the pen opened and I heard boots.

“Get up shithead!” Something rattled along the bars.

I looked up but it was just a shadow as he moved to Alan.

“At least you seem to know your place.”


Chapter 10

Fuck, a wind up? Can't find our gear, sure. I was thinking as I stood up from my squatting position.
“Move quicker next time slave or I'll use this in your crotch till your piss boils and your shit melts.”
“Ukk oo”

“No my little newbie con, should be YES BOSS” He jabbed my balls hard with the prod. I backed off to the wall.

“AH! So you've had a taste already. Good! Presumably you're the two that were causing problems, your record says, month in the cages and caning every week, plus 20 each to start off seeing as you pissed off the captain somehow. Is that right?”

I shook my head?
“Well it's your pictures that are in the files, so we'll try again. Were you up before the Captain today? Your becoming tiresome boy, your friend says yes, you say no! Is he lying?” He thrust the prod into the the cage that held Alan.

Shit! I shook my head.
“So you did meet the captain?” I nodded.
“BAD SLAVE! Lying to the boss man!”

“Right out and we'll get you on your way.” He unlocked Alan first then me.
“Follow! Stop when I stop.”

We followed.

We were going through the id room towards a barred door. When we heard running boots.

He stopped, “Heads to the front nothing to interest you back there!” He tapped my head with the prod. “Ah a newbie! “Where the fuck you been baby-boss.? Never mind bring up the rear.”

“Boss, Sergeant Stevens sent me.” Jim said.

“Yea I guessed that so just keep quiet and observe.”

“But he wants...”

“I've got it covered, I can read!”

“Maybe you could give him a call then Boss?”

“It'll be fine.” He opened the barred gate. “Oh you look kinda familiar!”

“Yes we met...”

“Don't matter we'll keep meeting no doubt. You're not going to be one of them obnoxious ones that keep talking all fuckin' day. Are you.... Murphy. Yeah that's familiar.”

“I think you...”

“Excuse me …. YOU THINK ? You're here to watch and learn newbie. Leave the thinking to me, OK.”

“I'll go back to Sergeant Stevens then.”

“WAIT RIGHT THERE!” He walked past us and slammed the gate.
“Presumably Serge Stevens sent you to be with these animals?”
“Yes, he said he'd be here shortly.”

“You are with the convicts, following his orders and when he comes down I'll gladly let him have them. Can't actually leave them with a newbie can I? No!”

“I was to take them.”

“Look! You're just in the door so how the hell can you take charge. You can't know everything yet. Just stay quiet and we'll get along. I've had one shitty day.”

“We drop them off here come back in an hour, we can go and find Serge Stevens and make you happy.”

“Through you go … Damn are they twins? No different names. Do me a favour Martin and see if you can find the officer here, try that room down there he's probably playing with the livestock.”

The door behind us closed.
“SHOP!!” He rapped on a counter.
“Yes Boss.” Followed a clanking of chain and hurried thudding boots.
“Hope you weren't doing something you shouldn't!”
The gagged, chained, stripe suited creature shook its' head.
“Right some stripes for the boys, don't need to be clean they're going to the cages for a spell. Dirtier the better in fact the animals stink or is it you. You had a wash this week?”
The figure shook it's head again.
“Then through to the accessories. Lifers. Dump them in the cage when you're done. And no idle chatter with them either! Do you hear?”
The guy nodded his head and pointed to the turnstile type device.
“You guys go that way. Just do as they say. If Monroe, Martin … shit.. the newbie found the officer he'll remove the cuffs.”
The guy looked behind him.
A quick rap on the head with the prod, “Well go get him!” The convict raced, or maybe limped off is the better description.
“They're in the cage be back in an hour!”
“Okay Might as well do 'em now.” A voice from the background called back.

The door slammed.

I looked at Alan who shrugged, I winked at him trying to let him know it was a wind up.

A fat older greasy looking guy was standing looking at us. He walked away and spoke to the convict. The convict shook his head and held his nose. The shirtless man said something else and the convict left.
As he walked towards the cage, he pulled his uniform shirt on. “Jeez they do stink for newbies!” He wrinkled his nose as he buttoned his shirt.

“Strip off and put them stripes in that bin there!” He spoke as he opened the cage and pulled Alan out and undid the belt and leg cuffs. Alan turned to look at me and was rewarded with a slap to his head. “Your boyfriend is fine he'll get his turn too. You forget what I said already?” He slapped him again. “Strip...bin!”

Alan did as he was told.”

“Oh someone's been naughty by the looks of your hide! S'pose your boyfriend is the same! … I'm speaking to you you worthless piece of garbage!”
Alan ducked his head and nodded then shook his head.
“Confused little pup are we? Never mind,...” He caressed Alan's shoulders and Alan reached up to grab his wrists. Alan sat down on the floor with a thump. The man grabbed his collar and twisted it, “Now stand up and keep your hands behind you neck!”
The man slapped his face, “You do understand English?”
Alan nodded and put his hands behind his neck and the man continued to run his hands over him,
“Steady!” He warned as Alan moved a couple of steps but still continued to probe his arse, “Aha! We have a bitch then by the feel of this. Don't be embarrassed lad you'll soon get used to it.”
He turned to the convict who had returned, “Bring the other one see if he's a bitch too.”

I was pulled out and the man turned his attention to me, Just the same treatment as Alan who seemed to have disappeared with half the bundle of striped clothing the convict had brought.
I looked round and saw two striped figures going towards a doorway over to the side. I continued looking around till the man squeezed my ball sac. “Twins I asked? Never had me twins in here in all these years.”
I shook my head, “Brothers?”
I shook my head again, “Cousins?”
I nodded. “Damn well look more like twins! Don't ya? And you're a bitch too it seems. Who was in your hole?”
I looked in the direction the two convicts had gone, “Filthy animals, fucking your own family!” He punched my gut. “Get your stripes and go over to that door.”

I picked the pile up and walked over to the door looking at my legs both of which seemed to think was still attached to the other. “Hey you dumb pup put the stripes on!” He yelled as he started to amble behind me. The door opened as I approached it the convict appeared from behind it. The room was quite small and I easily found Alan spread out on a table. The room was warm but there was a cold draught at the floor where I had been pushed down onto the concrete and my collar locked to a ring. “Mark that one two, and this with a one.”

I couldn't see what was happening but was sure Alan was trying to yell through the gag as somebody hammered something metal and chains rattled.
OH damn! I had managed to turn my head to face into the room and saw the convicts legs dragging chains from a heavy cuff around each ankle. Fuck!

“Yep boy soon be kitted out, need to come back on Monday for the hairstylist, body art and that kind of thing. They get the weekend off. Unfair ain't it. Could just shut the place down at the weekend jeez caged chained animals aren't going to stray are you.”

I was being dragged and whipped toward that damn table, thrown on it hard and secured. All the while screaming no, it's a mistake.
“Skittish ain't it when it realises what it's here for, maybe we should do one at a time, No 1 was unaware of his fate and was so calm till he was strapped down and getting his kit.”
The convict at my head stopped and turned towards the officer.
“OH! 2 is the one there, well fuck this must be 1.” Get fucking on with it.”

“When he's done put him with the other douche bag!” The convict gave a sigh of relief.
He shook his head when I tried to move mine away, and showed me a cotton ball and tape and pointed at his ears then covered them with his hand. Pounding his fist on the other hand his chains jangling along as he did so.
I nodded and let him plug and pad my ears. He used a long pin to release the collar. What the fuck did he have a key for collars. Why would a convict have a key that he could use on his own fetters... I blushed as I realised my stupidity when I noticed there were no holes for keys on his cuffs and presumably the collar was the same, the hammering, they were fixed and not locked on..

Their efficiency was remarkable, the convict moved quickly around the table pulling at my wrists and ankles. He slipped a hand under my head and slid a hood over pulling a drawstring round my neck. I jumped as a hand groped my cock and balls and as it started to grow it was slapped hard, it of course flopped to the side.
Chains rattled between my legs onto the table Each ankle was moved and a cold band clamped around it, a thick strap was slid under my back at my waist. I raised my head from the table not that I would see anything just reflex I suppose. Somebody caught it and held, cold metal hit the front of my neck then there was a slight clank as the collar swung round the back.
Hands pushed my head to the side and at the same time packed something cold between my neck and the metal. The hands held my head preventing movement. A loud thud, the table shook followed by another, an even louder one close to my head and the hands increased the pressure holding me still.
A hand stroked my abdomen as I fought my panic. The heavy thuds continued, never ending it seemed. My right arm was pulled, more thudding then it was pulled over my chest and a cuff was applied to my left arm. The hood was removed and the hands were surprising gentle as they massaged my temples, occasionally petting the top of my head, a thumb stroked away the tears. A gentle massage on my cheeks and forehead,
I was beginning to relax, so much so I lay contented as the cotton ball was removed from my ears. I gave a soft moan as other hands gently touched my scrotum, slowly stroking and pulling it, rolling my balls, nipping and squeezing my dick which stopped it from becoming completely hard.
I was held in a tight grip, hands pulled the strap tight around my waist.
I wondered how he was doing that as well as squeezing my cock, which was getting painful being scrunched up yet still trying to expand.
I looked around trying to find the source of the loud pops. My hands were taken and placed either side of my waist. The big convict lifted me up by my shoulders. He supported me as I came to terms with the weight around my neck and the fact that I couldn't move my hands behind me for support probably because of the chain between them.
The man at my feet swung my legs round over the side of the table. The weight dragged my legs down and I discovered that I couldn't reach out my arms to stop me falling. The man in front of me blinked rapidly, I stared back at his eyes and my feet hit the floor. I looked down. FUCK! My gut was being pulled out of my body, my cock was in a barred tube. A metal fucking cage!
My gag was removed but my mouth remained open so it wasn't a problem to re-insert it almost immediately, no it was different, it seemed open, my mouth was wide but empty enough to allow movement of my tongue.
My hands kept trying to move, I was detached as I watched my fists push down, pull up trying to escape the metal bands. My fingers stretched out reaching for the device on my groin, I wanted to feel the heavy thing around my neck, the object that filled my mouth with emptiness. The man pulled up my pants which had slipped when I had been stood up.

A hand pointed. I looked in the direction, then looked at the door I had come through before looking for the other man, wondering if he would help but he just stepped forward and held my elbow, the other took my other elbow. I wondered what we looked like, three striped convicts fixed in metal. I didn't look right in my head, the guy at my right should be in the middle, from big to small or would it be small to... I was moving, slowly, clumsily. I stopped dead when I felt the support withdraw from my elbows. A hand laid between my shoulder blades encouraged me to continue moving, I tried to look at my feet but got the impression I was falling, dragged down by the collar.

I thought of a large cupboard as I went through the door. A narrow hall with mesh boxes on the other wall. My companion opened a mesh doorway guiding me in before pushing me to my knees.
I looked up at him puzzled then at the wall in front of me, mesh-like but made of thicker flattened metal. He pulled up a chain and clipped it to my collar adding to its weight.
It's too thick that chain, I thought as it pulled on the collar. I tried to turn as the door behind closed, but stopped as there was a noise to my right. The light went off as the door clicked shut. Didn't they lock it, I wondered. I concentrated on the shadowy figure through the mesh.

“A-AN?”
“EH” He was crying, I heard the sniffing.
Not that it was big deal, I was aware that my own tears were flowing freely.

We waited in the oppressive dark silence. Nothing could be seen through the square holes in the front wall, it looked a solid black, I think we just knelt there staring at each others shadowy presence, only other sound from my own tinkling chains and sniffs were like an echo from the only other living being in the building if not the planet.

Where was Jim, he must have found the sergeant by now. How long before they came and got them out of here. Fuck they could at least come and explain the change of plan ...unless this was the actual plan they had made.
Maybe they had been serious about 'keeping' us, just making us think it's all a big joke. They probably knew about my dad and brother wouldn't give a damn about me.
Hell Anderson told me what he said and that would definitely be my dad.
That must be it, yeah, that's why they got me to be the convict, that's why they separated us out from the rest.
But Jim? How come he wasn't....... his family would kick up hell to protect him. Shit! Alan, he wouldn't be here if he'd kept his head down. Be too risky to let him go after his outburst and once his home life was brought up he was fucked just like me.
But why?

They think because we got in bother that we'd end up here anyway and just cut corners?
Nobody would miss us and once here who the fuck would listen to trash like us?
We'd just be another two convict lifers, less than animals, kept chained day and night, all work, no play for convicts even if they were only teenagers!
Caged or tethered when not being used, stored away till the Bosses came to enforce your new life.

Was my life now be like those ones we saw on way to school? Out on the chain tidying parks and gardens.
What else were convicts used for, did they still make roads?
Work farms like the old plantation system in America?
Be servants for the prison guards and their families!
Now I know why they talked about slaves, animals, who would care what slaves or convicts were used for, it would be their own faults. Fuck ups, never amount to anything, unwanted.
Force them to be of some good to society, take away all their rights, make them less than human.
Dress them so that they lose individuality, heavy chains permanently fixed to make them look dangerous to the public.

Why waste time thinking about all this, it wasn't doing any good!
What would I be able to do with any conclusions, was there an association for cruelty to slavery or convicts like there is for animals. Human rights? We don't have them any more.
How would I contact anyone, kneeling here in a cage, heavy metal cuffs attached to my limbs and neck, connected with heavy chain to each other or in the case of the collar to the floor.
Fuck unable to make a simple decision as to whether to stand up or stretch!
Not even allowed to talk without approval... was this what my life was going to be, how long would it last?
Shit! You couldn't even have the pleasure of sexual relief with your equipment caged away.
If there is rape in this prison then it's not going to be another convict is it!
HA! Slaves don't get raped – just provide sexual relief/pleasure for their masters, wherever and whenever that master decides. No right to plead that you're 'not feeling like it' or you 'have headache'.
Did you get to a certain age, or have an illness or disease that would cost too much to take care of and be 'put to sleep' like a dog/cat or whatever.
I've never heard of an old or sick convict, never mind seen one ….

None of this mattered, the position I was in, legal or not, was out of my control!

Was this my Graduation? School-kid to Convict.

Light flickered in the hall, throwing grotesque square patterns on the floor around me.

Booted steps echoed.
I felt elated but just as quickly despair would flash through my mind.
''Caging the Animals' or the 'Animal Caged' – which would it be? THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE READ THIS FAR, I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED MY SCRIBBLINGS. MUCH APPRECIATED,


SHOULD THERE BE A NEXT CHAPTER?

IS THERE ENOUGH INTEREST FOR ME TO CONTINUE, PLEASE TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO LET ME KNOW.