It was a fine day, a new chapter of my life was beginning. I recently was arrested for a DUI and was set for prison the next week. I was nervous and scared, I had never done anything bad in my life and was worried how prison would treat me for two grueling years. I was pretty fit with a nice round bubble butt. Definitely someone you would consider eye candy. I only recently knew I was gay. I had only had sex with on guy before this all happened. There wasn't much to me, and that's why I was so worried about prison.
I knew what they did in there to boys like me. I just turned 22. I was young, healthy, and very athletic. All the girls wanted me, but what they didnt know is I really wanted to be with another guy. I knew prison could be a hard place for those who didn't truly know who they were, and that's what scared me so much.
I sat outside the prison intake desk. The lady penning my intake form could care less who sat in front of her. My mother's arms draped over me, her head lightly sobbing on my shoulder. I think it hurt more for her than it would ever for me. I was always her little boy.
The lady finally completed my form. This was the last time I was going to be free. I turned and hugged my mother and then followed the officer through the door into the prison compound. I turned around one last time as the door shut. It felt like my soul was on the other side of the door. The officer roughly grabbed my wrists and pulled me along down the hallway as he was cuffing me.
We got to the processing room. The officer told me to sit still on the chair while we got the fingerprinting machine set up. He returned and pulled me up to the machine and took my fingerprints. He kept starting me down as I was the lowest scum on the planet. I didn't know how to react. I knew I did something wrong, I just didnt understand why everything thought I was this major criminal.
"They are going to love playing with you white boy," the officer said. My stunned look back made him laugh as he knew this was my first time.
He next led me further into processing and into a back room with nothing but a shower and a drain. He turned around and slammed the door behind me.
"We like to take it upon ourselves to make sure all the new faggots get nice and open for when the inmates rape your ass in there over and over until you are nothing but a fuck toy to them," the officer snickered as he pushed me into the shower.
"Strip!" he said loudly as I started to take my shirt off. My stomach chilled as my shirt left my body. I started to take my pants off when the officer stopped me.
"Hold on, I have to go grab something before you strip down all the way. Sit on the fucking floor with your head down or you will pay the consequences." The officer turned around and walked back out the door. I sat down waiting for his inevitable return. I was scared, I never thought an officer would treat me like this. I was fearful of getting in there with the other inmates, more fearful of what he went to get.