Tazina Lake High Security Corrections Facility - Chapter 6

Author: BuiltHard
Title: Tazina Lake High Security Corrections Facility – Chapter 6
Date: 13 August 2010

The Warden Reads the Order

By Built Hard

“The courts, Mr Thomas Wendell Rodgers, have sentenced you,” the Warden said continuing, “to a life sentence in one of the 11 Supermax security prisons of which Tazina Lake High Security is just one. As a gay person having been found to have had gay sex with another person in the privacy of your home within the United States, you will serve for the rest of your life.”

“You will receive as diverse and punishing a program of deviant sex punishments as we or any of the ten other Supermax facilities can devise. You have been covered with a suit that will forever hide your identity and after you have left the public eye here at this inauguration of punishment you will have a number painted on your suit and you will never again be identified as Thomas Wendell Rodgers.”

“Your sentence cannot be overturned, appealed, pardoned, or otherwise canceled, as you will very soon be one of many such gay prisoners serving in the Supermax system yet unidentifiable by your former name of Thomas Wendell Rodgers. You will only be known by that number and the person formerly known as Thomas Wendell Rodgers will be declared dead.”

“The press are here today to report as they see fit the suitability of your punishment. Your punishment you will witness starting today is really only the first part what the prisoner must accept. The first part is what is called the minimum punishment and this punishment has been tested and found safe, although admittedly uncomfortable for him. The second part of the punishment is designed to increase the pain threshold of the prisoner and although we will not be showing this to you, you should understand that society is exacting a punishment which the lawmakers and courts have established not to be either cruel or unusual.”

“Please bring the prisoner up to stage one,” the Warden ordered.
The guards moved to open both the feeding bag and the punishment bag by clicking the clamps open in unison. I admit I tried to act out for the crowd of press as I struggled to get the feeding level under control. It seemed to be harder to do than before because the flow was faster. The bags being higher must have caused the flow to be faster.

“The creamy liquid is a pleasant tasting liquid protein mixture that the prisoners gulp down fast because it is so good. He will be fed twice a day so his supply of come remains plentiful. The other fluid is being given as a punishment enema. At this level he will receive only what he has previously found acceptable. This may not be the case in stage two.”

“Start the milking,” the Warden ordered.

I suddenly felt some sort of electrical impulses start in my ass near my prostrate, on my balls where they had been tightly separated into two small rubbered encasements, and at four spots along the shaft of my dick.

“You will notice that the prisoner has his stiff penis filled with two tubes,” the Warden continued. One will harvest his come to the maximum extent known by science and the other controls his urine to keep it from polluting the semen harvest. As some of you may know urine contains several male hormones and please be assured they will not be wasted either. Before I open this to questions, I want to say I will not answer questions related to Obama and the ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy, any issue related to gay rights, or any issues of why the Tea Party pushed this legislation,” he said clicking off the sound to my ear piece.

The bags were now empty and I was struggling to breath under the new electrical stimulation. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the curtains being closed. I was alone in my suffering.

To be continued…