Was asked to share some experiencs from jail/prison:
You’re thrown right to the bottom of the social ladder—and if anything happens to you, no one is going to bat an eyelid. At best, the guards get a kick out of it or jerk off watching - or they themself are in on it, trading with the prisoners for something, and be it just for them to be left alone. I was 16 in Juvi for the 1st time, and a couple stints theirafter.
"... will become prison sex slaves for the next few decades"
Prison is really a learning crucible since the reactions are so quick and amplified. This attitude stems from their school days when any signs of intelligence were perceived as being part of the "system". Prison is an intensely scary place, you are never further than a micron removed from astonishing violence.
saw brutal, horrifying violence and stabbings at least weekly: often
'car wrecks' (your "car" is the racial group you ride with, and woe be
unto you if you interact inappropriately with the other cars). I was the only one without any tattoos. 'syruping' - when someone mixes
sugar into a bucket of boiling water and dumps it on someone's face.
The dissolved sugar makes the boiling water cling to the skin longer,
and the skin peels off leaving the raw flesh exposed. I also saw someone
held down by four guys, who performed anal surgery on him with a
sharpened spoon to extract drugs he was hiding. He later maimed all four
of his assailants, stabbing them in the neck with a pen (saw that too). Another was a guy who was clearly paranoid schizophrenic. His cell was
opposite mine. He started screaming one night and barricaded himself in.
He then stripped off and covered himself with baby oil, and started
setting fire to his cell. The guards came in riot gear to tackle him,
but he was so slippery it was like trying to catch an eel. He gave them
the run around for quite a while before they eventually fired sedative
darts into him and he collapsed screaming. He died in hospital. You may get a "tune up" to teach you respect... the beat the crap out of you and try to break your balls (literally). Beaten Beyond Recognition. or Fight Clubs. You have to watch your back every second of every day, just to make sure that no one shoves a sharpened toothbrush into it. Guards can regularly taunt, beat, and rape the prisoners. But arguably their worst crime involved forcing inmates to fight for their own amusement,
as part of a prisoner fight club. Doctors involved in the case noted
that they’d seen everything from missing teeth to shattered knuckles as a
result of these fights. I have only seen inmates made to fight each other by other inmates.
Though arguably not the worst item on this list, the sheer reaction Nutraloaf
has garnered from hardened criminals is astounding. Basically, it’s the
worst thing a prison can legally give to a prisoner without the food
constituting abuse. It’s everything their body needs to survive—served
in “loaf” form. The loaf is so disgustingly bad that prisoners, when given the choice
between a week of Nutraloaf meals and week of solitary confinement,
will invariably pick solitary. It’s just that bad. So bad, in fact, that
some prisoners argue that it should be considered a cruel and unusual
punishment. Such arguments are usually ignored, however, because they
happen to be made by rapists.
County jail was much worse. Less sleep, more immature idiots in close proximity. Much higher threat of fights. And then there's the: "Hey, what are you in for?" "Strongarm robbery. What car do you ride in? Are you a Norteno or Scrap?"
As everyone knows sodomy (ass-fucks) is basically a normal
part of prison life. Prison rape jokes are so common, they’ve gone
beyond the point of being edgy or funny. So the warning that someone may
forcibly try and put something inside you in prison isn’t exactly news
to most of the people reading this. Especially if you are a skinny white boy. You won't last more than 3 days till they get you and rape your ass. Sometimes they may rape you with something else (broomsticks) but usually its there dicks cos they want to get off in a warm hole. And black guys just LOVE to beat a white boys' balls .. just 'cos. As often and as hard as they can, even if they don't want to fuck your ass (most do, though)
Another example (Archie): An autopsy report revealed that he’d died of a fall, which for some
reason had caused all of his teeth to be shattered, his skull to be
fractured in several places, and severe hemorrhaging to afflict his
testicles. A second, independent report revealed that Archie had actually been beaten to death by an angry mob of police officers. Of course, it’s hard to feel sorry for a known police-killer. But
just realize that these officers are the same men that are supposed to
uphold the law—and not one of them stood trial for the obvious murder of
a suspect in their custody. Jinx Time:
THIS FUCKED-UP LOOKING JAMAICAN GUY WITH DREADLOCKS is hanging with his
crew, and he goes to this white kid and says, "Yo, you want some of my cigarette?"
And this white boy goes ahead and takes two pulls on the cigarette. This
is in Queens Central Booking."
Taking those pulls on the Jamaican's smoke was the worst mistake in that
white boy's life. It was the worst mistake Jose "King Boost" Morales had
ever seen anybody make in all his years of hard time.
"The white boy gives the Jamaican back his cigarette," King Boost continues,
"and the Jamaican guy takes a razor out of his mouth and shows it to him.
He says to the white boy, "Now I want those pulls back."
"That white boy starts cryin," interrupts Boost's main partner, Chris.
"Yeah," continues Boost, " The Jamaican guy gets his boys to gather around
them, so nobody can see, right? Then he tells them to kick a beat, to cover
the noise so the guards won't hear. 'Cause there was guards right outside
the tank, and if they would have heard anythign they would have been right
in there. Now the Jamaican guys sits down on the bench and he takes out
his dick. He says, "gimme those pulls."
"I seen that white boy," says Chris.
"He was cryin', 'cause he knew there wasn't nothing he could do. That white
boy put his head down and sucked the Jamaican guy's dick then and there."
THE CORRECTIONS OFFICERS, CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU might suspect, are every
bit as dangerous as the prisoners. Consider: they're the ones who have chosen
to be here. Antagonize them or disrespect them under no circumstances.
"They'll hide your papers," says Bays. He means your docket papers, the
papers that say you exist. "That's the worst feeling in the world - you
see guys come in and in three days they get called out before you, and you
like, oh shit, when am I getting out of here? 'Cause the guards put your
papers back at the bottom of the pile."
The C.O.'s have less subtle methods of punishment at their disposal as well.
"They got a thing on they belts, and if you pull that thing out it's like
an alarm, and in two seconds you'll have like eight big motherfuckers putting
their sticks on you." Boost says, "I saw one guy who was in a fight, and
they came in to break it up. He grabbed one of their clubs," he winces.
"I heard that stick, I felt that stick hit his head."
If for any reason the guards should enter the cell while you're in there,
turn away. Play the wall or hit the floor; there's going to be indiscriminate
The good feeling will wear off in a hurry if they sentence you and toss
you back in.
# 10 - Have to sit upright while driving. # 9 - Pistol won't stay under front seat. # 8 - Engine noise drowns out the rap music. # 7 - Pit crew can't work on car while holding up pants at the same time. # 6 - They keep trying to carjack Dale Earnhardt Jr. # 5 - Police cars on track interfere with race. # 4 - No passenger seat for the Ho. # 3 - No Cadillacs approved for competition. # 2 - When they crash their cars, they bail out & run.
AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON WHY BLACKS CAN'T BE IN NASCAR... # 1 - They Can't wear their helmets sideways.
now that i am owned by Master Mitchell again and the group, i spend a lot more time like this again and being hunted on weekends with others or in Master Mitchells dungeon over his garages on his property
... and wearing ONLY military style underwear.. everything with Master Mitchell is in uniforms, he is a non active army. i got tons of it, josh liked it too:
Well he moved already in November and to Ukraine where hes from, but he works in Moscow for LG (the company that makes the phones and TVs from China but they sell dishwashers and washing machines their too, in Moscow).
I miss him a lot... he is the horniest guy in the world and never fucks any guy that he didnt make cry hard first. I miss him so much. He always made me cum 6 feet
by now I think hes fucked half the hot guys in Moscow and where all he goes over their. I think thats two cuntrys, Moscow and Ukraine?
For me, I belong with Master Mitchell and the group again. Master Mitchell hates me and I am at Flecktarn every Wednesday and always on the pole. This week (last week) i was the only one and it was full (20 guys). Made me throw up 2 times but didnt make them stop. Weekends and some days after work I have to report so they can beat me or fuck me or have some work to do for them. It is what it is.
I just look at it this way i had a wonderful time for over 6 years with him while he allow me to serve him. But he thinks the USA is a shit cuntry and so he moved home again. I am happy hes left me on his facebook as his boyfriend and that he calls some times.
and I still work out 1-2 hours every day, for him (Mondays through Fridays, excep Thursdays sometimes when i feel too bad from flecktarn the nite before but I try to go anyways). I work out for Josh so he knows I think of him all the time.
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normal guy with some kinks just with no family (foster kid).
Found out in late 2007 that I have a twin brother (Clayton, whos in jail in Nevada on a 28+ year sentance for gay bashing) and a 2-year younger brother (Reece).
And a much older one from a diff dad (Paul, up in Ohio and he is a cop, that helped Reece find me) and a little sister but she has a diff mom and dad so she is not blood.
My mom put me in the trash can ... now I wonder why me and not my twin brother Clayton? Not that I wish he would have got thrown away. But why throw a kid in the TRASH, and how to decide which one.
I work and sleep like any normal Joe.
A little crazy and definetely FUBAR!
I am HIV positive.
I studder really bad.
OH ONE MORE THING: DO NOT STEAL MY STUFF!!! You can read what I write here but DON'T copy it or post it elsewhere and say it's yours!