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I thought you said you Weren’t Gay PT2When I arrived at the state prison the inmates were waiting for me. The inmate g****vine is everywhere, and inmates I had been in county jail with had carried the news of my coming, my sissy name, and who I belonged to. DeShawn wouldn’t be coming to the prison until after his trial, so he had sold me to a member of his gang – a black man named Batuco. When the guards walk a new inmate to his new tier, the inmate is stripped nude, handcuffed, and walked by the arm by a guard to his cell. The inmate carries his jumpsuit and a towel in his hands, and is subjected to the jeering and taunting of the entire tier. As I was walked through the tier the men were screaming “Hey, Jeannie! I can’t wait to get up in that ass, baby!” Or “Jeannie, you mayn’s waitin on you, girl!” The next night I was in a cell with 8 black men, having bareback sex with all of them! I had to suck cock and get fucked in the ass by all of them. They tattooed my buttocks – the word BARE on my left buttock, and the word BACK on my right buttock. Afterwards they threw dice and I was informed that I now “belonged” to the winner of the dice game, a guy named Batuco.The next morning the guards told me to “roll it up.” This meant I was being moved to a new cell. They put me in a cell with one of the meanest looking guys I have ever seen. He kept staring at me as though I had offended his mother. He looked really pissed off. I was getting really scared now, because I knew the guard was about to leave, and I would be alone with this guy who looked like he wanted to kill me. He was easily 6′, 4, well over 200 lbs, and all of it muscle. He was wearing only boxer shorts and his body was covered with scars and tattoos. He was black and his head was shaved. He really looked like a devil. As soon as the C.O. left, my cellmate said, “Take off your shit.” I looked at him. “My what?” I started to say, but was cut off by a slap to the side of the head so fast and hard it made my eyes tear up. “You clothes, bitch! Don’ make me tell you again.”I quickly stripped naked. “Now pull my draws down, foo,” he said. I reached over to grab the waistband of his shorts. “What the fuck is this!” he yelled. He slapped me again and I could feel my left eye starting to close up. “But you told me –” “Bitch, when I tells you to take down my draws, you bes’ be on you knees.” I sank to my knees and pulled down his shorts. His penis was hard, and it was the biggest cock I had ever seen with my own eyes. He didn’t have to tell me what was expected of me. I took it in my hands and flicked my tongue around the head, then engulfed as much of his dick as I could. I filled my mouth with saliva and swirled my tongue around and up and down his cock. “My nuts, suck my nuts,” he said.His balls smelled sweaty, but I sucked on them anyway. He sat on the edge of the rack and raised his legs. “Eat my ass,” he said. I put my face up to his ass but drew back. It smelled like a mixture of the faint smells of sweat & feces mixed. He grabbed my ears roughly and pushed my face into the cleft of his ass. I began to eat his ass the way I used to eat Mari’s pussy. Apparently this was good, because I could hear him grunting in pleasure. bahis firmaları I continued to eat his ass, suck his balls, and cock.Finally he said, “Hand me that hair food over there. I looked to the shelf. There was a tub of what looked like Vaseline. It smelled like coconut. He greased up his dick and told me to squat on the bunk on my knees. He got up behind me and mounted me, his hard dick pressing up against my tight anus. He pushed his knee in between my legs so I couldn’t close them and lunged his cock into my hole. I screamed in pain. I felt his huge hand clamp over my mouth as he hunched into my unprotected ass. His dick was pressing up to my bladder and I felt like I had to take a piss really badly. Then his entire body tensed and he shouted out with pleasure as he released his semen into my belly. When he was finished, he slowly eased his greasy cock out of my ass. It felt exactly like I was taking a hard, constipated shit.This was my introduction to the man who would own me body and soul for the next 8 years. His name was Batuco, a black Puerto Rican, who was doing 2 consecutive life terms for ****, torture, & murder.After Batuco fucked me in the cell, he laid down the law, and explained to me how things were going to be from now on. He asked me my name, and when I answered, “Don,” Batuco shook his head. “You name Jeannie now, ” he said. “One thing you gots to understand,” he said, “is that you a lady from now on, a woman, y’unnerstand?”All sorts of thought were going through my head. I’m a woman? Ok, he wants me to play the submissive role, I get it. But I didn’t really understand just how much of a woman I was expected to become. Batuco seemed to read my thoughts. He grabbed a punk who was hanging around, eavesdropping, and sent him to get “Baby.” After about 5 minutes Baby showed up. My eyes almost fell out of my head; this really pretty woman was standing in the cell doorway! She was about 5′, 8″…115 lbs, red hair, green eyes, pale skin covered in lots of jail house tattoos. She was wearing red lipstick and green eye shadow. She had on a tank top t-shirt, and work boots with dark socks rolled down. I couldn’t believe they had women in with the male inmates. Batuco looked at me and laughed. “Lift up you dress, Baby,” he said. The girl complied and I immediately saw that “she” had a penis and testicles. Baby was a guy! It was then I realized what was in store for me. Batuco told Baby to take me and train me.Baby took me to her cell and gave me a tank top and told me to get out of my clothes. I would be wearing dresses from now on. Baby showed me how to make lipstick out of a mix of Kool-Aid and Vaseline. She told me that Batuco would treat me good, but only if I made him a lot of money, and obeyed everything he said. I asked her how was I going to make money. Baby laughed hard. “Nigga, you a ho now!” she said “Batuco OWN you ass. He you Daddy now. You gots to get out on the stroll and hustle for you man.”So, I was to be a whore. Baby told me that if I wanted to really make money I was going to have to get really feminine. She showed me how to walk, with lots of sexy wiggle, how to move in a delicate, feminine manner, how to give men sexy looks. She gave kaçak iddaa me a bandana and told me that it was a “slave bandana.” “Daddy’s gonna shave you head, prolly tonight, so you wear this.” I was to learn that shaving a punk’s head was standard operating procedure. It was the first outward symbol of an inmate becoming another man’s punk. Sure enough, that night Batuco had my head shaved skin bald. If I thought that his was outrageous I was in for a lot of surprises. Over the next few weeks Batuco had an 8-ball tattooed on my skull. I was crying and Baby told me, “It aint shit, all Batuco’s bitches got a 8-ball on they haid.” Baby showed me her ass. Tattooed across the small of her back in big letters was: BATUCO. Underneath that, across both ass cheeks was: PUERTO RICO. “You gone have like that, too,” Baby saidAnd within a few weeks I was all tatted up, just like Baby. I had SISSY tatted across my upper right arm, and PUTA across my left upper arm. Well, that’s it, I was marked for life. So I became a feminine little whore. At first I was a slow starter, but I soon learned what makes a man happy, and after a few ass whippings from Batuco for not bringing home enough money, I soon became his best earner. One thing Baby kept telling me about was not to get Batuco pissed, because if he really got pissed he would take a bitch to the laundry room for an ass whipping, and that the ass whipping administered in there was severe. She pointed to Chrissa. She could hardly walk. There were big black and blue bruises all over her arms and legs. “She got taken to the laundry room,” Baby whispered. “Daddy caught her giving money to another man”. If I wasn’t scared of Batuco before, I was terrified of him now. All the girls told me that sooner or later Daddy would take me to the laundry room, that no girl had escaped it, even Baby.One night, after chow, I was talking to a guy and I happened to see Batuco staring at me. He looked really pissed. “Get over here, girl,” he said. I was really scared, but I smiled. “Hi, Daddy, I said loudly. “I gots some money for you ,Daddy.” Batuco stared hard at me. “You givin money to that foo over there?” he said.”No way, Daddy,” I said. Batuco grabbed me firmly by my upper arm. “You know, you been getting really sassy lately,” he said. “I think you need a lesson.” Still holding me by the upper arm he began pimp walking me down the cellblock. I was babbling, begging him for another chance. Everyone was looking at me, some looked pitying, others were laughing. We were heading toward the laundry room. Because Batuco was so tall and I was so short, I had to sort of run to keep up with him. When we got to the door of the laundry room a C.O. was there. If I thought he was gonna help me I was mistaken. He looked at me and laughed. “Uh-oh..looks like someone fucked up,” he said. Batuco laughed. “We just goin in to fold sheets, boss,” he told the guard. The guard laughed. “Yeah, ok, whatever you say,” he said, unlocking the door. Batuco dragged me inside. “How long you gonna be?” the guard asked. “Bout an hour, boss,” Batuco said. The guard closed the door and I heard the lock turn. My heart sank.”Get you shit off,” Batuco said. I began undressing, all the while kaçak bahis babbling and begging him not to hurt me. “I’ll be good, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I’ll do anything you say, Daddy..PLEEEEESE!”Batuco didn’t answer. When I was nude, except for my work boots and bandanna, Batuco told me to reach under the desk and get what was there. I got down on my knees, eager to obey, feeling around. My hand hit an object. I grabbed it and pulled it out and brought it to him. He was sitting on a stack of mattresses, reading a porno magazine. While I waited I looked at the object in my hand. It was a bunch of wire coat hangers wrapped in black electrical tape. After a while Batuco looked up. “You know what that is?” he asked me. I shook my head. “What is it, Daddy?” I asked obsequiously. “That a pimpstick,” he said. He reached under the mattress stack, and pulled out a bunch of rags. He shook them loose and I could see that it was a bunch of rags tied together to form a crude rope. He pointed to a foot stool. “Get up on that,” he said. I obeyed him. He tied one end of the rope around my left wrist.. “Raise your arms,” he said. I was crying and shaking in fear. He threw the loose end of the rope over the water pipes just above my head. He pulled my left arm up and tied my right wrist, so that now both my arms were tied above my head. If you’ve never had that done to you, you can’t even imagine how painful that alone can be. Batuco reached into a laundry bin and pulled out a dirty sock and stuffed it into my mouth. Then he taped my mouth up with duct tape, and kicked out the footstool and I was hanging, my feet just off the floor. It was around 7 p.m. Right about now Mari & Deandre would be on the sofa, watching TV. I could have been with them, safe and secure in my own home, instead here I was, hanging naked from a pipe in a dirty cold prison, about to get a brutal beating from the man who now owned me. Then he hit me, across the backs of my thighs. If my mouth hadn’t been taped my screams would have been heard out on the street. I don’t think I have ever felt that much pain. I was screaming through my gag, and writhing in naked agony as Jose administered the brutal beating. My entire body was beaten, everything but my face and genitals. I don’t know how long the beating lasted, probably no more than a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Finally it was over. Batuco was breathing hard and sweating. He took off his shirt and put the foot stool under my feet, and untied the rope. I was damn near in shock from the pain and I would have fallen if Batuco hadn’t picked me up and carried me to the mattresses.I notced that his cock was hard. He pulled his pants off and told me to get down between his legs and suck him off. I was in so much pain that the last thing I felt like doing was sucking cock, but fear made me give him a really good blow job until he ejaculated into my mouth. When we were done we got dressed and Batuco knocked on the door to be let out. I was wearing just an xx large tank top, cut and sewn to fit like a minidress. The guard saw the bruises all over my arms and legs, but when he saw me looking at him he quickly shifted his gaze.After a couple of days the pain of the ass whipping gradually faded, and the bruises got darker, black, blue, and purple, and I actually began to feel proud because in a perverse way, I guess I felt that the beating showed that my man loved me. I had 8 years to go.
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