Making of a punk

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This is a story i have written for another site, but guessed you would like i the story here better, let me know if you like then i will post some more - greetings from Europe

 

I was waiting in the fishtank to be processed to my cell in the general prison.   The word fishtank was correct, we sat in a cage with 50 others guys, being watched by all the other prisoners who where passing by to their work, or foodhall and showers.    I was one of the youngest guys in the tank, most guys there where between 25 and 50, it seemed i was the only young offender there.    I did not sleep the last days, i was so tired, but fair did take the higher of me, being for the first time in prison, in a foreign country not knowing what to expect.    
How did I end up there?   Well i dreamed about visiting New York for a long time, so finally i had arrived there, my first days i spend visiting all the landmarks in New York,  like ground zero, fifth avenue, the Empire state building, Ellis Island.   On Sunday i had visited the Guggenheim in the late afternoon and had a diner at a local Italian restaurant.    To end the evening i had decided to have a stroll in Central Park, i never i had imagined it was such a big park.   Soon i lost directions, and landed in the more dark parts of the park, fear did take to overhand from me, when a guy motioned me over to him, planning to ask him for directions, he offered me some drugs to buy from him, since i was not a user, i told him i was lost and needed some directions, and then suddenly from all sides, there was police, and i was booked as a drug user.    They did not buy my story about being lost and i ended up in prison, not knowing me rights or taking a lawyer. 
Anyhow the lawyer the state had appointed did deliver a shit job, and i was shipped out to the nearest prison in the state.    Since i have no family anymore, there was no one who could help me with my situation in my homecountry.
I was sitting in the corner of the fishtank far away from other people, most guys would sit together with people of their own kind, white, blacks, hispanics with their own league.  I had not really the feeling that i was fitting in.    Most of the guys did freak me out, build far more bigger then me, i was not build like the most average american guys, i was a short and frail guy, while all these Americans where big guys, full of testorone, tatts and buzzcuts.    I thought the most safe thing for me to do was to keep away from the others and minding my own business.   I was looking out what was happening around the fishtanks, the most guys who where passing by, where scary and sometimes i tried to look away from them, just in fear and avoiding any conflicts.   More fear was building up inside me, i was not sure how i could handle life when i would arrive in general population, i was working out a strategy for myself how i would cope.  Little did i know about prison life in the Big America, there is no such thing as leading your own life in an American prison.   Guys who where passing by where making funny signs to me, some made the international sigh for fucking, which seemed odd to me, so i was looking the other way.   Others pointed to me and made signs like you and me together, just i did not understand it what they meant.
The truth was that i was already being sold under the inmates, rumours had passed that i was a first timer, never been in prison before, a foreigner, and probably a victim of injustice.   They could smell my fear from 5 miles, everybody there could tell i was not a fighter, i would be an easy target for everybody who would have a go with me.
There was a caucasian guy passing by with a bunch of other guys, and he did notice me and stopped in his tracks.    He was observing me, like i was some animal in the zoo, suddenly he was smilling to me, and i thought wow finaly somebody who is friendly to me.    Soon he was chattting up his buddies, and one of his buddies did walk up to a group of guys who where standing with their backs to the metal bars.Soon they turned around, and i was watching their moves, wondering what would happen.   The guy started small talk to the guys, and soon all faces moved to my directions, where they discussing me?   One of the guys i did know from the first days i was in the holding cell, did move forward to the guy, and he started talking to the guy outside the fishtank.   My mind was racing, what could they talk about?  The guy who was with me in the holding cell had questioned me out what i was doing in an american cell, so he did know pretty well a small part of my story, was he now spilling the beans on me????
To be continued

I was obvious the object of discussion between the guys in the fishtank, and the guys outsides the tank, all eyes where focussed on me, i was not sure if this was a good thing, of if this would mean trouble.   Somehow i would preffered that they would discuss somebody else in the tank, plenty of guys to talk about, why me???? Little did in know, being a loner, and keeping to yourself is not a good thing.   You better stick with the others, and preferably with guys of your own race.   In prison it is blacks and hispanics how call the shots, being white is a minority, the only whites who survives are the once who belong to the Aryan Brotherhood, and these guys where totally not my scene, i am an openminded guy, anti racist, being a multicultural guy, having friends all over the world.  Guess being multicultural is not going to work in jail, soon i would find that out and learn it the hard way.     More spectators where in the meantime watching me, what is going on, is this a fucking zoo???? People watching me was beginning to freak me out.   The new onlookers where a group of black guys, all big guys, like they just came back from a basketball game, their arms where as thick as the upperside of my legs, and i have pretty strong muscled legs.    These guys where really scaring the shit out of me.    I tried to move away from their gazes, and move away to the other site of the pod, where the guards where sitting, i felt a bit more safer there.    I was covering my face with both hands, and true the opening of my fingers i was trying to make out, if they where still discussing me.    The guys in the fishtank where still watching me, and thee so cold friend was still talking to the guy outside the fishtank.     Soon i saw that he made his move again to the group of guys and it was obvious that the guy how smilled earlier to me, was in control there.   He was asking the other out about me, and in the meanwhile they where all watching me.   Soon there was a discussion going between the blacks and the whites, and it was clear that they where discussing me.   What was the fuck going on here.     The tension was building up in me, what was my future here, how could i avoid any contact with all these people here.    Soon i would find out, wardens came into the fishtank and they where calling out names, we had to line up when our name was called out, i saw that the guys outside the tank where motioned to go back to their cells, and prepare their vacant beds to the newcomers.   I was hoping to have a cell to my own, i was not sure how a prisoncell looked like in the USA.    The fist days of my incarcement i was always in general domitory style tier where a large number of people where sleeping aswell, on privacy means it was total hell for me, i could even not piss in a public toilet when there was another guy standing next to me, let alone having a dump, while 50 other guys where watching me.     Soon i heard the warden calling out my name, everybody was watching if i would make the move into the line.    When i arrived at the line, the head warden motioned me over to him, and said he would take care of me, whatever that might mean.   Others where watching me, and they where discussing me, i was already thinking since i am a foreigner, they are going to treat me special here, i gave a sigh of relieve.    The head warden escorted me out of the tank, and walked with me over to the general population, there i came into a large room, where there all cell rooms against the walls of the large room, in the center of the room was a kind of control room, and then you had 3 floors where they where cells.    The warden escorted me to a cell in the far corner of the upper floor, i was still hoping for a cell on my own, but when i arrived at the door of the cell, my whole world crushed, there he was standing the leader of the group, who was smiling to me earlier outside the fishtank.   I was not sure what to make of him.   The warden spoke to my new cellie, here is your bait Rodney, as promised, make sure he keeps out of trouble, and make sure he keeps his nose clean, i will deal with you later.
 

 

There i was standing in a 2 man cell left by the warden and facing the grimacing face of my new cellmate, Rodney was bunked up against the wall of his bunk, with one arm behind his head and the other hand inside his open jumpsuit, i could see his hearless chest, covered with a lot of tattoos.   I had no stuff with me, just the jumpsuit i was wearing, some clothes they have given me, and then a cushion, bedsheets a cover and 2 towels.   Standing there i felt intimidated by the big guy watching me, he had a vicious grin on his face, i think he could smell my fear from a mile.    I was not sure what to do, should i say hi, should i shake his hand, should i keep stumm???? I never had to deal with a situation like this, and i am very bad at reading people.    Rodney was watching at me intensely, he was looking at me from top to toe.  Hello little foreigner, welcome to Rodneys palace, he spoke out to me, i was not sure, if he was serious or mocking me about.  Palace?????? This shithole was hardly a palace, there where 2 bunks above each other, a toilet, a sink and some storage room, which was been taken for 90 percent by Rodneys stuff.    Your sleep on the top pretty boy, for now at least, in the future it might change, who knows, time will tell.    What does he mean with this comment????   My mind was racing like crazy, how am i going to cope here????   I was making a move to go to the upper bunk, while Rodney came upright from his bunk, still with his hand in his jumpsuit, little imagiantion i needed what he was doing with his hand in his jumpsuit, it was clear he was playing with his member while watching my every move.   Rodney was towering over me, the top of my head did not even reach his big shoulder, i was small compared to this giant, i did not notice how big he was earlier when he was watching me outside the fishtank.   I could feel his breathing blowing into my blond hair.   I felt akward now, watching this big guy towering over me, i tried to break contact by throwing my stuff to the ground, and making up my bed with the stuff they have given me.  Rodney had not the intention to help me, either shifting to the side in order that i could make my bed.

I tried to make up my bunkwhile Rodney was watching every move i made, it was not easy making up my bed, while he was towering over me.  I tried to avoid any body contact, but he tried it in everyway possible, his hand was still deep in the opening of his jumpsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination of what he was doing. I did not dare to watch him, just to avoid that he was getting the wrong ideas about me, i pretended he was not even there.   Rodney was shifting his body, and i thought finally he is going to make room for me, so that i could make up my bed, but before i did know it, he was standing with his breast to my back, forcing me in between him and the metal bars of the bed, my neck, was forced to the iron bar of the matrass of the upper bunk.   I was afraid to make any move, i could feel his outlining of his dick, pushing against my back.  He lowered his head, and i could feel hit hot breath against the lobe of my ear, you like that boy, you like it when i poke your back, your mine now, your are my property.This triggered my alarm, and i pulled out from him the hardway, hurting my knee on the lower bunk, i was scared shitless from my own reaction.   It did not take long or his strong hand that just has been playing with his member was know aroung my throat, puttting on some severe force.    What is wrong whiteboy, do you not like to be cuddled up by a big boy?    He was increasing the pressure on my neck, he could have snapped my neckbone there and then, pushing me against the metal bar of the upper bunk, i had nowhere to go.    You realise punk that you here with a purpose, you are my property now, i bought you, your ass belongs to me, i can do anything i want with you, you have nowhere to go.    I was sweating like a pig, my fear was in my face, there was not much i could do, to hold this guy off.    I spatted out, i am nobody's property, i am a free man, slavery is over,  already a longtime ago i shouted out.   Before i had see it coming, his fist did hit my face, at the same time i flew backwards, with my head against the wall, having a double inpact knocking myself out.   Somehow i had not lost total conscious, bit my head was hurting massive, Rodney was on his knees in front of me, gripping the collar my jumpsuit, pulling me up till our face where pressed against each other, his spitt was hitting my face, listen punk, you are mine now, and if you don't like it, your ass will be sold to the black guys here, a then your ass will be as big as the hole of a sewerpipe, you get that punk, and with that he let me drop, and my head did hit the wall again, i was nearly shitting myself.    Rodney did walk away angry, while i was trying to compose myself, wow this was the first incident, and i was not yet half an hour in the cell.   I was trying to get up from the floor, but everything in my body did hurt.    When i came up, i saw my reflection in the mirror, my face was covered in blood, his fist had made one good hit, my nose was bleeding, as well my lips, and a part of me eyesocket, as where my elbows of the impact to the floor and wall.   I was trying to walk to the sink, when another guy came in, i recognised him from before, he was the one who talked to the guys inside the fishtank, and reported back on Rodney.  I was already covering my face, because i was thinking he was coming to finnish the job, but instead he was laughing.    Well well, i can see you and Rodney will become good friends, i already can tell.   Hey by the way i am little Stevie, i did wonder why they would call him little Stevie, he had the same bulk as Rodney, before i could even drop the question, he told me that he had a dick of 28 cms, so that was why everybody could him little to mock him.   Listen baby, don't piss of Rodney, you better do what he says if your dick and balls are dear to you, he rips them off with one go if you not comply to him.    Here in prison the gangs have their own rules, you better belong to our gang, then being whored out to the latinos or the blacks.     Clean yourself up, it is nearly chow time, you better not show up there with a bloody face, before you know it, somebody will finnish you off there.   He left as soon as he had entered, and in the meanwhile i started to clean up my smashed face.     Stevie did join Rodney again who was sitting with the rest of the guys, on their own plot dedicated to their gang, every gang had their on sitting place in the pod, these dedicated places where forebidden for guys from another gang.    Well tell me Stevie how is the bitch doing in there??? Did you tell him to what his place is in here?????    Yes i did, would never have believed that he would come against you, hihihi the bitch has balls, and he paid the cost for it.    But i guess you have to work on him, because, he is tougher then he looks.   Listen i paid the headwarden some dope to get the bitch in my cell, he has to pay up soon, i figured out a plan who we can speed up plans to turn this little bitch in a punk that brings us money.     Tommorow when he hits the showers, make sure, there is a welcome committee, and make sure he understands what the guys wants, and then they have to increase the presurre on him, i want to make sure, he comes to me begging for protection.

 

Rodney was making plans, Stevie would ask guys from a befriended gang, to await Tim in the showers, first they would shower, and when Tim would enter the shower cubicle, they would close into him, and start the intimidation, and use some force to make clear what they wanted.In them meantime Tim was cleaning up and checking all the damages to his body.   He had severe bruises in his face, it would be clear that he would have a blue face in a few days.   He was cleaning up with one of the towels with cold water, he was trying to remove the blood from face and arms, his ass was hurting like hell.   He had the threat in the back of his head of Stevie that he would have to make sure, he would not show his bruises to the guys in the chow hall.    Rodney, was entering the cell enjoying the view of the half naked Tim who was cleaning up at the small sink.    Tim look scared into the mirror, expecting to receive other blows, but funny enough Rodney did go to his bunk with a grin on his face. Tim was checking every move Rodney made, just to be safe.    Rodney was checking out Tim ass and started to grope the outlines of his dick.   Rodney made sure Tim was watching him, and made sure Tim would feel that he was preying on him.    Tim was disgusted with the with the attitude of Rodney, why would he not apoligize for his actions, Tim was sure that sharing a cell with this guy would not be a walk in the park, he would have to watch every move he would make, being carefull and on constant watch to make sure he was save, he could not let his guard down with this guy.    Tim was getting dressed again, he had some bloodspatters on his jumpsuit, but there was nothing he could do, he would clean it during the night.The warden gave the signal that it was time to go to eat, Rodney was getting up from his bunk and turned towards Tim, listen pretty boy, sorry that i did hit you, but it was for your own good.   Anyhow if you go to the chow hall, you better stay close to me, to make sure you are safe, if not others guys will see that you are available to them. A big warning to you, it is better that you watch the floor, and not into the faces of other guys, just keep to yourself, stay close to me, and you will sit at the table of my gang.   Tim mind was racing, why is he now so protective about me, first he kicks the shit out of me, and then he wants to play the big brother and protect me.   Tim was considering his options, he figured out, maybe Rodney was right to stay put to him, stay close and avoiding any eyecontact with other inmates.   Soon Rodney did turned to the door and Tim was close behind him following his every step.   The walk to the chowhall was very intimidating, Tim was very close to Rodney, and guys where making obscene remarks to Rodney and Tim, hey Rod is he your new fucktoy, did you already ride him, does he suck you off, is he your new cashmachine.   Tims mind was running overtime, what where they all on about, what where they suggesting, guys where feeling him up, touching his ass, at a certain moment, Rodney, gave a kick to a guy who was feeling up the ass of Tim, do not once try to touch my property asshole, or i am going to give you the eternal smile.    It seemed ages to reach the chowhall, when they finally entered the chowhall, it seemd to mike that they just entered a big market place at some exotic island, guys from all colors where sitting there at long rows of table, the hall must have given place for a thousand men, ranging from white-white to black black and all the colourschemes in between.   Tim was scared to have a good look around, so he was sometimes having a peek from the corner of the eye scanning his new surroundings.  Soon they where joined by Little Stevie and the rest of the gang, everybody was making remarks about Rodneys new cellie, like it seemed that Tim was deaf, and not really there.
 

[bjbottom]

Great start ....wish I was Rodney's new cellie as I like it rough and love to be dominated, and used as a cum-dump, urinal, and spittoon for anyone my new cellie tells me to service