Standing at the changing room, looking at the prison uniform that I would be wearing for the next years. I was still wondering how everything could go so wrong in such a short amount of time. They told me that I only had five minutes to get changed before a guard would come over to haul my ass away.
There was a mirror on the room for some reason. I looked at my face for a moment, trying to remember what I looked like before this chapter of my life. Green eyes, long lashes. Blond hair parted to the right. My face was slightly tanner than the rest of my pale body. At six feet height, most of my muscles were on the bottom part of my body.
My girlfriend broke up with me for not being able to get a higher paid job than her after graduation. We were only dating for a year, but that still hurt as she made me feel like a less of a man. That was the reason why I was so desperate for a new job. I did get the job a few months later, but it seemed like Rina moved on.
My biggest stress reliever was running five miles every morning. That gave me toned leg muscles as a result. At nearly six feet height, running regularly gave me a pretty skinny upper body. I was still evenly toned, but not muscular at all.
I was an executive at the marketing department of a large conglomerate. The work I was doing was nothing glorious, but there was room for growth if I kept on working. And of course, the pay was good enough for me to stay put. I didn't know how the regional manager managed to cook the books to take away millions.
I came to know about the scheme only a week before we were arrested. I knew there would be trouble if it was found out. But I was just a new hire. Having been in the company for only two months, I didn't have the guts to go against my immediate seniors. Being desperate for a job, I just went along with whatever they were doing.
Then it happened! There was a raid. Seven people from the marketing department were arrested, with me being one of them. The next month was a blur for me. We had to go to court. I just looked around, dazed, trying to figure out how and why all of this was happening.
Of course we had good lawyers at hand. We were told that a confession would be necessary to reduce any repercussions for us. I was too naïve. They told me to sign the papers that included my confessions. All of my superiors had done the same. So I also signed the papers. I really thought these corporate workers would have my back. Why would they go behind my back?
I am just a fresh faced 23-year-old college graduate!
I was hit with the longest jail time. I would have to spend three years in a medium security prison. The regional manager, the man that made all the plans and actually got rich off the scheme, was put under house arrest for six months.
I had no way of knowing why anyone would believe that I was responsible for all this. But I was just powerless to protest. I had nowhere to turn to. I have an older brother that lives in another state. I only had a three-minute phone call to let him know that I would be in jail for the next years.
As I picked up my orange trousers, I noticed there wasn't any underwear. I could keep the underwear I was wearing, but I decided against it. As I stood naked, my normally five-inch dick was shrivelled up and seemed smaller than an inch. I had noticeable pubic hair, since hygiene and grooming was not my biggest priority for the previous month.
After putting on my orange attire, I opened the door and was greeted by two guards.
"Harry Sanford!" One of the guards addressed me.
"Where's he going?" The other guard asked
"Block C."
"Heh! Could be worse."
I had no idea how to decipher what they just said. I just stayed quiet and looked at one of the guards.
"Wow!" The guard I didn't look at said.
"Yep!" The man I was looking at nodded. "Let's go Sunny boy!"
I nodded and followed the man. He led me down a long corridor and we entered what I assumed was block C.
After walking for a while, the guard stopped in front of an empty cell at the very end of the block. It was a fairly clean room with two bunk beds that could accommodate four prisoners. The cell was nicer than I had expected it to be. There was a toilet at the back side with a basin.
"Your cell mate is probably out in the rec room." The guard informed me before commanding. "Follow me now!"
I followed the man to the dining area where a lot of people were just hanging around. A number of inmates eyed me up and down, making me quite uncomfortable. Then I was led to the rec room before going to the laundry area.
"The yard's closed. you'll get to see it tomorrow."
So far, despite feeling slightly nauseous about the fact that I'll be spending the next three years of my life in jail, my mind was already trying to convince me that it was doable and everything was going to be alright.
"Dinner's on in a couple of hours," The guard said. "You can hang around the rec room or go to your cell for now."
I decided to rest for a bit in the cell. As I was walking alone, another cellmate whistled to call my attention. I did stop, trying not to attract any unwanted attention on my first day in prison. It was a much taller black man that introduced himself as Amos. He grabbed me by my arms and was very slowly looking up and down my body. I introduced myself to him and said it was nice to meet him.
"Good lord you're submissive!" He said as he came closer. I could smell weed on his breath and briefly wondered how he was smoking marijuana inside the prison.
He then asked me which cell I was staying at. After answering him, he let go of my hand and bade me good luck before slowly walking away. As I was about to exit the dining area, another guy came closer to me and told me to just be nice to my cellmate and everything was going to be alright. Wondering what he meant by that, I kept walking to my cell.
This time, there was a man inside the cell working on something in the bottom bunk of the left side. As soon as I went inside, the man stood up and came up to greet me. I put out my right hand for a friendly handshake, but the man grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me in for a hug.
He was slightly shorter than me with a bulkier build. He was a dark haired middle aged man that did not look threatening like the other convicts.
"Oh you're back sweetie," The man started kissing my cheeks in between sentences. "Daddy missed you so much, I'm so happy that you're not mad at me anymore."
"I ... uh ... excuse mmmmmmm!" A forceful kiss to my lips stopped me from saying anything. Despite keeping my lips shut, this older man forced his tongue inside my lips.
"It's been so long honey, I thought you wouldn't want to waste any time." The man broke the forceful embrace and went back to the bed. "Come here now, I fixed everything, you just need to lay down and take it."
I felt like something was coming up my throat, but there was no vomit. I was horrified to find out that the man was actually holding onto some kind of douche filled with water.
"Come here now, don't be shy! You'll have to do this twice by yourself starting tomorrow."
