By felon

LATER THAT NIGHT:

So far the entire event has been very confusing/intimidating and charged — all at the same time. So now I am locked in a cell in a barn on a non-working farm in West Virginia. I can hear trucks coming and going, the smell of a campfire, the sound of men laughing, the pop of bear cans, and the barking of dogs.

Occasionally I hear the dragging of chains, the pop of a semiautomatic, and the crack of a whip. The barn is dark — lit by one lousy bulb, creating shadows dark and deep. The door opens and one of the men that “booked” me and handled my POA walks into the room — now in knee boots and green camos.

He stares at both of us and then proceeds to walk over to the other cell, and with his back facing me unzips and lays his cock between the cell bars and tells the prisoner to suck his cock. I hear this guy drop to his knees and start slurping and gagging on the cock. There is lots of noise, and it appears the guard being sucked has pulled a bungee-type cord around the prisoner’s neck and pulls him up tight against the bars.

“Do a good job and maybe you can rest a while before tonight’s gathering,” he tells the other prisoner. All I hear is grunting, and then I hear a gasp from the guard — obviously he has dropped his load into the prisoner’s mouth. And then he says, “hold still pig while I piss down your gullett.”

He reaches through the bars and pushes the guy off his dick and onto the floor. “Get some rest. You will need it later,” he says. Then he turns and walks away.

As he leaves, another one of the senior members enters through the barn door, walks over to me, reaches down and opens the drain on my catheter. I can feel the piss running down my legs into my tennis shoes. He opens the door, pulls the plug from my ass and lays it on the table. From a plastic bag he removes another butt plug coated in something, and he rolls it in some powder in another bag. He then takes the plug and shoves it up my ass. Then he tells me to stand up-put my hands through the bars at face level and cuffs them. I am stuck in a standing position against the cell. He then pulls some more gatorade out and pours it down my throat. “Swallow, that is all you have to do. I will be back later,” he says.

He turns and walks away, and then yells back to the both of us: “The boys will see you later.” The room plunges into complete darkness. I can feel the piss running down my legs, and I know that whatever was on the butt plug is about to fuck me up.

So, as I lean against the bars, my head beginning to spin, I think and think. Maybe I have passed out. I don’t really know how many of these men are at camp, or what day it is. Later, and I don’t know how much later, I hear noise as a door opens in the back of the barn, a light is switched on, the shadows return. But there is a half wall separating me from the back of the barn. Tables or furniture are being moved around. My friend in the cell across the room starts to groan, he thinks they are coming for him. They open his cell door and pulls a dirty burlap bag over his head and drag him into the back of the barn, then all is quiet.

Please feel free to comment, and if you have an interest in “meating” let this pig know at gunsukr@yahoo.com. Thanks — Felon