Sentence Extension

Author: Inmate62751
Title: Sentence Extension
Date: 27 January 2008

I was arrested for being an accessory to a bank robbery, I was the driver. Most of the guys skip the country after getting their share; unfortunately for me the police traced the car back to me and arrested me on the day I was flying out of the country. I was sentenced to 3 months in a maximum security penitentiary.

I kept to myself most of the times; life behind bars is pretty basic. Like all maximum security prisons, the authorities had gone out of their way to make sure the inmates suffer. We are only issued 1 set of uniform – white T, jockstraps, orange prison coverall and a pair of boots. None of the inmates are allowed to showers, like the animals that we are, the guards hose us down in our cell once a week. My daily routine pretty much consists of working as part of a road gang for a new freeway that the government is building, and I spent the evenings either working out in the gym or in my cell. Life in prison has a lot of down time, you hear stories of inmates being raped other inmates or the guards, but after my first month, I pretty much assumed these are just stories the guards tell the inmate to keep us in line. Like I said, I pretty much kept to myself most of the times, some of the guys would jerk their cell mate off as a favour, but I ain’t into those queer shits. For the entire duration of my prison stint, it is just myself and my right hand.

After what felt like eternity, my 3 months period is almost up! I’m counting days – 8 more days to be exact; until my release. After a few days of ‘struggle’, I have decided the first things I’m going to do is go home for a hot long bath – I had never imagined a human being could smell so bad! After that, I’m going to head into town and get myself laid. In fact, just thinking of ploughing a tight, moist pussy, is making my cock drip! I can see a wet patch begins to form on the crotch of my prison coverall. Just as I was fantasising fucking a chesty blonde up her arse, an inmate appeared out of now where, dragged me out of my cell. Dumbfounded, I felt a cold, sharp blade on my neck, my captor shouted to the guards who are now in front of me, “Nobody moves! You will open the gate and let me go, or else I’ll cut him!”

Too shocked to react, I was dragged by my captor towards the corridors that leads to the main gate. In the corner of my eye I can see guards following up with their guns trained on my captor. Somehow in the middle of all this chaos, all I can think of is “I hope this doesn’t jeopardise my release!” By now, we are only 5 meters away from the corridor; suddenly I felt something flew past my left ears, heard my captor moaned, the blade slipped and he is unconscious on the floor – this ended as suddenly as it started. With swift efficiency, the guards swooped down on the both of us, I was pinned to the floor with by a guard and another one is cuffing my hands behind my back, while 2 other guards dragged my captor away.

I spent the next 2 days in the solitary. Solitary cells are used to hold dangerous or misbehaving inmates, the condition is way worse than the general cell blocks; it is just a 1 by 2 by 3 meters concrete room, with no toilet or water. For 2 days I was locked in the dark cell, wallowing in my own waste. By the time the guards dragged me out of the cell, I was absolutely sure that people from the next state can smell my stench.

The guards left me in a brightly lit tiled room, turned on a hose to blast the filth from me. Once the guards are satisfied, I was ordered to strip and to report to the prison barber after I have deposited my now rotting prison coverall in a bin by the entrance of the room. Knew better than to ask any questions, I reported to the prison barber as was ordered.

Once arrived at the barber, I was ordered to sit down, “The warden had ordered for you to be totally shaven before you are brought to him, we don’t want any of your dirty lice getting into the Warden’s office, do you?” Even though I had never sported a ‘skin-head’ before, but the thought finally getting a shave after 3 months sounds good to me, even if it means losing my hair as well.

Took over 30 mins for the barber to finish shaving every single strand of hair on me – hair, brows, chest, armpits, pubes...etc. Once done, the barber called for a guard, I was marched out of the barber, and to the Warden’s office. Walking through the administrative block stark naked except for a pair of handcuffs behind my back, is the single most humiliating experience of my life! By the time I was standing outside of the warden’s office, my face was so red that it looked it is going to explode!

The guard knocked and we entered the room when ordered. The Warden sat behind a utilitarian desk, from what I can see, he’s in his mid-forties, built like a shit brick house. Though sitting down, you can tell he must be at least 6’ when standing, first impression of the warden just says ex-marine – authoritarian and a harsh disciplinarian.
“Inmate 62751, you are found guilty of aiding an attempted escape of a fellow inmate. Thus, your sentence will be extended for another 12 months. Additionally, to deter any future attempt at escaping either by yourself or other inmates, an example will be made out of you. You will be transferred to the super-max wing of this penitentiary facility, where you will undergo intense psychological conditioning to prepare your eventual rejoining of the normal society. By the end of your 12 months, a review will be conducted to examine the extent of your conditioning, and then a decision will be made to either release you or continue with your conditioning. Do you understand me?”
12 Months! Another 12 months in this god forsaken place! Not only that, but the super-max! Where the criminally insane were sentenced to extreme reconditioning, turning them into zombies or slaves that service the greater community. I felt my legs gave under me; the frustration was so intense I felt an utter desperation setting into the pit of my stomach. “Guards, take inmate 62751 for processing into the super-max.” With that, I was dragged out of the Warden’s office.

Everything that happened after that, felt like it was happening to someone else. A metal collar was padlocked onto my neck, followed by a chastity cage, a metal cock ring that locks onto a metal tube; once secured, my cock is in the tube, and the tube is pressing back into my balls. I was then issued the usual prison garb, white-T, jockstrap, socks/boots and instead of an orange coverall, I was issued a blue coverall. Finally to ensure no possibilities of escaping, all inmates in the super-max are fitted with leg irons – 24/7.

I woke up disoriented, took me a few minutes to remember where I am. Having a cell is a luxury in the super-max, here each inmates are locked up in cages. When I arrived yesterday, it was already lock up time, the lights were out, and in the darkness I was not able to make head or tail of the place, but now the place is fully lit, shock does not even begin to describe what I’m seeing. I was locked in a cage on the ground floor, above me there are more cages. From what I can see the cages are stacked from wall to wall and between each row a machine fitted onto a track that runs across the ceiling are used to move the cages. Each inmate are locked in their cages on all four, from the cages next to me, I can see tube going into the anus of the inmate and another smaller tube is connected to the metal tube of the chastity cage. I can only assume these are used to move the waste away from the inmate. Also, I can also see a 3rd tube secured onto the inmate’s mouth, and it looked like some sort of feeding tube. The entire scene just looked like some weird fucked up sci-fi movie!

A guard approached my cage and pushed through a bowl of gray mush, “Eat up, boy, I’ll be back in 30 minutes time to bring you to your briefing.” Briefing? I wondered what that was about. Not realising how hungry I was, I wolfed down the tasteless goo, and licked every bits of it off the dog bowl that it is served in.

After breakfast, I started to look around again. I noticed all my ‘neighbours’ face ahead, not seeing anything in particular, with no mechanism forcing them to hold their head straight and look ahead, I can only assumed this is part of the rule of the land. Looking further around, I also noticed that some of the feeding tubes are bigger while some are smaller. Also the tubes that connect the inmates’ arse and cock are not always ‘perfectly’ sealed, I can see shit or piss dripping down to the inmate below. In fact following the brown trail, I noticed quite a number of the inmates at the bottom cage were quite literally covered in the shitty liquid.

The guard returned shortly, I was let out of my cage. I was given a few seconds to stretch my cramped limbs; soon after I was lead down the row of cages. Walking pass at least 2 dozens inmates locked in their shitty cages, while everyone is wears the same uniform, some have heavier chains, while some has a heavy rubber hood locked onto their heads.

We arrived in what look like a visitor room, but it contains only a steel table and 2 steel arm chairs, each bolted to the concrete floor, a single industrial size light bulb illuminated the entire room. The ordered me to strip, and ordered me to sit on one of the chair. Obediently, I took everything off except for those that are locked onto me (trust me, with the chains, it takes a bit of doing); as per prison regulation, I folded my uniform into a neat pile and held them on both my hands.

The guard indicated a spot on the table; I quietly place my uniform onto it. As I sat, I noticed that there are attachment rings strategically placed on the chair, I soon know their purpose as the guard pulled out a few leather restrains attached to his belt, and proceed to strap my arms, legs, and forehead to the chair.

As soon as the guard left, the Warden walked in, looking every bit the authoritarian that he is, in his crisp, starched white uniform shirt, a pair of blue combat pants, completed with a pair of shiny tall boots; trailing behind him, a man dressed in a white medical coat. “Excellent, the inmate has already been prepped for his marking, Dr Johnson, please proceed.”

“What marking!? Fuck off! Nobody says anything about...” Before I even finish, the Warden who was now close enough to me delivered a punch to my stomach, I felt the air knocked out of me.

“Shut the fuck up, inmate. Do not make it any worse for yourself!”

Breathing heavily, I kept my mouth shut. Seems to be satisfied, the Warden motioned the good doctor to approach. I noticed on he carries what looked like a toolbox on his right hand. Placing the box on the steel table, he started to take out the stainless steel medical equipments. From where I can, I can make out what looked like a couple of syringes, a strange contraption with a spring loaded needle, a few white none-descript canisters and a small container full of cotton wool.

“Inmate 62751, here in super-max, we do things slightly differently. Compared to super-max your previous penal facility is a paradise! To ensure full compliance from all inmates, steps are taken to ensure none of you lost sight of the fact that you are here to pay for your crime! Not only do we own your body, but your mind too!”

Though my mind is now panicking, having learnt my lesson the hard way earlier, I kept my mouth shut. In the corner of my eye, I can see the Dr Johnson approached me with a syringe, “Something to keep you calm during the procedure.” With that, I felt a sharp pain as the needle pieced the skin on my left arm. In the short time that the doctor left my side and come back with the spring loaded needle, my head started to feel woolly. From that moment, everything seems to be happening under water, sounds are muffled, and things are happening in slow motion.
I must have been knocked out by the medication, as I came to I was the only one left in the room, the Warden and the doctor are gone, and my restrains had been undone. Standing up from the chair to stretch myself, I noticed there’s a mirror on the wall behind me. Realising I have yet to be able to see myself since my arrival, I walked towards the mirror.

What I saw shocked me speechless. Instead of the face that I had known for my entire life, I see a stranger in the mirror – shaved head, ringed nose, 62751 in black ink are tattooed on my left pec, cock/balls locked up, and legs are chained. At the moment, I suddenly realised this is not all the changes the Warden had put me through, I turned around saw the same set of numbers tattooed in a larger print across my back!!

The Warden walked in on me as I was checking out his handy work, judging from his expression, it seems like he is enjoying my misery. “Inmate! Assume your position!” All inmates are instructed of the position - I immediately turned to face the direction of the order, stood with my feet firmly apart, chest out, face down awaiting the approaching Warden. As the warden came near, he obviously grabbed my uniform from the table, threw it in front of me, “Get dressed!” I quickly put on my jockstrap, white tee and my coverall – once done, I returned to the assumed position.

The Warden circled me a few times, finally stopped in front of me; leaning ahead I can feel his breath on my shaven scalp, “Now, inmate, you are no longer consider a human being. All your rights will be taken away from you. We will break you and condition you to be whatever we want – cock sucker, toilets, fuck hole, slave labour... I mean anything.” “All resistant, physically or mentally will be severely dealt with. We will keep at it until you submit, so my advise to you is the sooner you give in, the easier it will be for yourself, or perhaps you will even learn to enjoy them.” “Now, get on your knees!”

I immediately dropped onto my knees, but because the Warden was standing so close to me, my face was less than an inch away from the Warden’s crotch, inevitably I caught a whiff of his crotch funk. Through his uniform pants, I can smell the stench through his tight uniform pants, my eyes started to water from what smelt like a dirty old toilet. To my horror, a massive bulge is starting to form under the Warden’s pants; he started to gently massage his crotch. Once again, I can feel myself panic again, tried my best to stay still; hoping that if the Warden didn’t get a reaction from me, he would just leave me alone.

The Warden continued rubbing his crotch in front of my eyes, I can see he had started to rub harder, and more and more of the filth contained in his crotch is seeping through the material; the stench is getting stronger by the second. Finally, I see liquid coming through; the Warden pissed in his own uniform!! Suddenly, I the warden’s massive hands wrapped around my scalp and shoved me into his crotch, “Yeah, you fuck! Suck that piss, get use to that stink. It’s only going to get worse for you, because I had just decided that you are going to be the new prison toilet. Now keep sucking that cock juice, I want your toilet mouth to suck my uniform dry!”

Struggling to get away from the Warden’s crotch seems to get his cock even harder, and he pushed harder to shove my face into his crotch. Just as I think I was about to break free of his vice like grip, the Warden kneed me in my guts, I immediately fell back ward. The Warden seized the opportunity, instantly moved forward, pinned my hands under his knees and sat on my face while I was still on my back. Right now, the smell from his arse is at least 100 times worse than his crotch; not even an inmate who hasn’t been washing for a month stinks as bad! I started to gag on the smell, feeling the prison goo working its way up into the back of my throat. “Scum bag! If you puke it up, you eat it back down. Come on, lick the seat on my pants, I promise you will have no choice but to learn to crave for this.”

Fighting the urge to puke, I tried to clamp my mouth shut, but the Warden let rip what sounded like a wet fart! I had no choice but to breathe through my mouth to try to not smell the stench; it was no use, I felt another heave from the pit of my stomach, vomit started to shoot out of my mouth. Not only did I spewed everywhere, some of it sprayed right into the seat of the Warden’s pants.

“You fucken piece of prison shit! I want you to clean this mess up with your tongue!” Pulling on my metal collar, dragging my face through the vomit on the floor, with his other hand, he tried to pry my mouth open to lap up the mess. I still stubbornly resists, disgusted by my puke, I told myself that there’s no way I’m going to eat it up. That is until the Warden pull out his gun from the holster on his belt.

I heard a click and felt the cold metal of the gun’s nozzle against the scalp on the back of my head, “62751, I will say this only once again. Clean it up with your prison toilet mouth; failure to comply in 10 secs will result in me blowing your puny brain onto the floor!” I had no choice but to do as the Warden ordered – desperately tried to fight off the nausea, feeling humiliated and disgusted with myself, I started to lap the puke off the floor like a dog lapping up its own shit.

After what felt like forever, my mouth is coated with a thick layer of slimy puke the Warden gave me the order to stop. “62751, assume the position!” With my knees feeling weak, I quickly struggled to stand up while trying to wipe the puke on my face onto my sleeves.

Once again, the Warden stood right in front of me, “62751, that is only the start, by the time I’m done with you, you are going to beg to suck my dirty arse, and service every guards and inmates in this prison.” With that, the Warden turned around and called out to the guard stationed outside, “Guard!”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Start this inmate on the standard conditioning protocol, 5 weeks duration – he is to be conditioned as a toilet.”

“Yes, Sir!” The guard turned to face me, “62751, face straight and follow me! Failure to comply to orders or any deviation from my order will result in immediate disciplinary action taken against you, understand!?”

“Sir, Yes Sir!” I followed the guard and left the room just like that, still smelling of puke and the Warden’s filth.
The guard lead me to an elevator located at the end of the building; a sign “Inmate Reconditioning” is the only marking on the doors. It is a very old style lift, you almost expect someone needs to crank the lift in order to operate it. The lift started to move as soon as the door slams shut behind; judging from the motion of the lift, I realised I’m being taken to underground.

The lift finally stopped, the lift door opened with another loud mechanical noise. Stepping out of the lift I am immediately assaulted by the hot, moist air in the underground prison. With only dim light bulbs providing the only source of illumination, the corridor that I’m now facing feels like it stretches into the dark infinity, and the hot moist air smells of harsh disinfectant and raw sewage.

Following the guard, I must have walked at least 100 metres if not more in the dimly lit corridor. Each metre or saw, I noticed a thick cast iron cell door with smaller covering on the top part of the door, presumably so the guards can check into the inmates without having to open the bulky metal door. As I march toward my destination, sweat were pouring off me, big wet patches started to form under my arms and along my back; combining with the puke on me, I felt my stomach churned again.

The guard finally stopped, turned to face one of the many identical looking metal door; he proceed to pull the keys hooked on his utility belt. Unlocked the big metal lock and as the metal door slowly swing open, I saw what awaits me inside. The ‘cell’ if it can be called that, is barely the size of a coffin, with a human shaped indentation carved into the wall, straps are anchored onto the wall, for the inmates head, neck, biceps, forearms, chest, waist, upper thigh and finally the calves. Once you are strapped in, there’s no possibility for any movement.
“Get in!”

My only option is to obey, I stepped into the ‘coffin’ and fit myself into the wall indentation; the guards proceed to strap me in from head to toes. Once I was strapped in, from the corner of my eyes I noticed that he started connecting tubes to connector on the side walls that I had not noticed.

Just like the inmates back in the cages, a mouth tube is strapped into place, followed by one that fits over the chastity cage’s tube, and finally I felt the guard cut the seat of my coverall at the seam and suddenly I felt a sharp pain from my arse as the guard shoved a large tube up my anus, firmly lodging it in place.

As I thought the guard’s done, from the corner my eyes I saw a smaller rubber tube that resembles a hospital IV tube in his hands. I felt the pain on my left wrists as the needle pieced into my vein, “62751, try to enjoy the next 5 weeks, resisting will only prolong your suffering, trust me, I have seen it all.”

As the guard closed the metal door on me, I was plunged into total darkness, forcing myself to breath slowly to stop the rising panic, but suddenly I felt all the worry as left me, as my cock gets harder in the chastity cage. The IV drip! They must be feeding me drug through that! Soon after, the drug had taken hold, I can hear voices in my cell.

“You are no longer a human being.... You crave filth and humiliation.... You live to serve men.... You are happiest when you are grovelling in filth.... You beg to eat shit.... You beg to drink piss........”

In the drug fuelled delirium, I felt my hard cock started drip pre-cum, and the tube lodged up my arse has started a gentle suction. As I further relax my arse, shit are sucked out and moments later they are pumped into my mouth tube. Disgusted by it, yet my cock is rock hard, as more drug are pumped into me, I felt myself giving in to the voices broadcasting into my cell..... This is my first attempt at a gay porn story, any feedback would be most welcome!