From: Logan@gil.net (Logan)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Raped in Jail
Date: Sun, 19 May 1996 09:37:01 GMT

			    Raped In Jail

	The first time I went to jail I was 18 years old. I had gone
AWOL from the navy, was living with 3 prostitutes, and befriended an
older Marine. The Marine and I decided to pull an armed robbery of a
small convenience store. A policeman happened to be in the area, and
after a long chase we were arrested and went to jail. We ended up in
different tanks in the Sonoma County Jail in California. I was 6'1"
and weighed about 180 pounds. I wasn't a small guy and figured I could
pretty well take care of myself. I was in for a big surprise.

	There were twenty men in my tank, it was split into two ten
man pods with five bunk beds in each pod, a day room was between them.
The day room had four large steel tables to eat on, a toilet and
shower was in the rear. The first night I was approached by three men.
Two of them were about my size and the third was about twenty pounds
and six inches smaller. They asked who I was and what I was in for. I
told them and then one of them asked if I had ever been fucked. I said
"no and I wasn't planning on it." He said "We're going to fuck you". I
was filled with fear like I had never felt before. I swung at him with
a left hook and as he blocked it his partner swung and hit me in the
face knocking me to the floor. One of them grabbed me by the hair and
slammed my face into the concrete knocking me out.

	When I woke I was on my stomach, my pants had been pulled off,
my legs were spread wide apart with one guy sitting on each leg and
the other guy lying on my back. The guy on top was slapping me awake
and said "I want you to feel this." He proceeded to drive his cock
deep into my butt. I had never felt such pain and tried to get away.
They held me in such a way I knew they had done this to someone
before. He fucked me for what seemed like forever and then came in me.
Then he switched places with another one, and all three raped me.
After it was over I was held in a head lock while they debated if they
should kill me or not. I was asked if I was going to snitch and I told
them "No". They said they would kill me if I said anything to anyone.
I really thought I was going to die.

	The next day they left me alone, I was numb and didn't know
what to do. I was raised not to snitch on people and to handle my own
problems and this was reinforced in Navy Boot-camp. As much as l
wanted too, I rejected snitching as an option. I was looking at five
years to life in prison for the armed robbery. If I snitched and then
went to prison they could very easily have me killed. I was from
another state and knew no one in California. I was so terrified and
filled with shame and fear. My options were so limited, I felt
paralyzed and helpless. I had no one to talk too, or to help me.

	That night the same three came back to my bunk. They said I
was their punk now and it would do no good to try and fight because
they'd just take me down and hurt me again even worse then before. My
head was throbbing from the beating, my right eye was black and
swollen shut, and my butt hurt. They told me to take a shower and
shave all the hair off my body from the neck down. I was just like a
robot and did what they said. Going along was better then getting beat
or killed. I didn't reason it out I just did it.

	After shaving they told me I was going to give them all head.
I didn't want to and resisted. I said "Please don't make me do this. I
couldn't imagine sucking a man's cock!!" I was slapped and my head was
forced down to the first guy's cock by my hair. I started sucking his
cock and he gave me instructions on how to suck it. He grabbed me by
the hair and forced his cock down my throat when he came. I thought he
was going to gag me to death and I puked on the floor after he let go.
The others must have been turned off 'cause they left me alone that
night. I was still in shock the next day and wondered what would
happen next. I even thought about killing myself.

	The next night the same three came to me again. This time they
told me to take off my pants. I was given Vaseline and told to lie on
my stomach and put some on my butt. I did what I was told. This time
they told me to help by pushing like I was taking a shit as he pushed
his cock in my ass. It made it a lot easier as he took his time
working it in, making it less painful. It was still uncomfortable and
I felt like I had to take a shit while he was in me. This time he
fucked me like he would probably fuck a woman and it wasn't near as
bad as the first time. The second guy fucked me about the same way
while the third had me give him head at the same time. Their was
nothing pleasurable about it yet I was perplexed about getting a hard
on. I was afraid about it because I thought they would beat me if they
saw it. I also wondered if I could be homosexual. That really bothered
me!

	I now know that when a man's Prostate Gland is stimulated he
will get an involuntary hard on. It was very confusing at the time. I
was able to keep them from noticing because they always had me lie on
my stomach for sex. Things started to taper off after this and they
weren't so demanding. I would have sex with one of them at a time, and
at different times, however others in the pod started to become
interested.

	I would be woken up at different times of the night and asked
to perform sex. I would just do it rather then risk being beaten. The
men began to treat me gently and after a week or so they started
letting me play cards with them and gave me candy bars and stuff.
Before that I was ostracized, no one talked to me nor would they eat
with me.

	After a time some of them would even protect me against the
three that originally raped me. They would abuse me by calling me a
punk and asked things like, "Do you like getting fucked in the ass
bitch?" and "What would your girlfriends think of you now?" They even
got into my things and wrote to the girls I had been living with and
told them I was a punk. Sometimes they would pull my hair or slap me
while I gave them head. The other guys started to get on them about
it. I appreciated them sticking up for me and started to like them.
These other guys treated me real well during sex. Some of them
preferred getting head and some liked fucking better.

	Even though I wasn't saying no anymore they all knew they were
raping me. I knew it was established that I was a sex toy and if I
ever flat refused I'd be beaten badly. I thought of the first three as
violent rapists and the others as opportunists and in reality nice
rapists. They wouldn't come out and take sex violently but would take
advantage of a scared young person who they knew couldn't say no.

	At this point I was trapped in this role. I reasoned that I
had better just make the best of it and get past this the best I
could. After a while the sex wasn't all unpleasurable; however I
became rudely aware of what frustration many, many women go through.
As I would lie on my stomach getting fucked some of the guys treated
me just like a women. As they got hotter and hotter they'd start
grinding nicely and kissing on my neck and back and rubbing on my
sides, legs, butt, and stomach. This felt so good and I'd Just give in
to it and enjoy it. I would start fucking them back so I could grind
my cock into the bed and get my own pleasure. It felt really good, but
right when I would start getting real hot they would usually cum and
put all their weight on me before I could orgasm. Then after we got up
they wouldn't talk to me or even look at me. It really made me feel
like shit.

	Although I never initiated sex with anybody there were two
guys I enjoyed having sex with. One would wake me up real late and
lead me into the day room. He'd have me rub Vaseline all over his cock
and then bend me over the table. He'd enter me very slowly and hold
onto my hips and run his hands up and down my ass and legs as he'd
pump and grind his cock in me just as if I was a women. When I got
hard he'd reach around and grab my cock and jack me off as he fucked
me. We'd both usually come at the same time.

	The other one would have everyone leave the room. He'd have me
lie on my back and he'd spread my legs and held them up to my chest.
He'd grease my butt real well with Vaseline and he'd enter me. I'd
cover my balls and cock with one hand to hide it and to keep my balls
from being smashed between us. He'd slowly push into me and start
slowly fucking me. As he got hotter he'd lean forward and put my free
hand on his head and start sucking on my neck and nipples. I'd hold
his head as he sucked on my nipples. He'd keep his eyes closed
pretending I was his wife and say "Oh baby fuck me move that ass baby"
and tell me he loved me. I would push my ass back against each of
his strokes making it as good as I could for him as I would grind my
hard cock against my hand at the same time. If he was getting ready to
cum before me I'd reach down and pinch his cock at the base so it
would stop his orgasm and he'd have to start building for it over
again. That would give me a chance to get into it and orgasm myself. I
liked it best that way cause I felt I had more control over the
situation. I figured if I'm going to do it I might as well get into
it myself and get off whenever I could. He was really cold afterwards
but the next day he was nice and stuck up for me the most. The orgasms
I had with those two were very strong and intense. It felt like they
were really making love to me even though I knew they weren't.

	I started to even feel a sense of power that I'm sure many
females feel around groups of men. I could walk by them in the day
room and shake my ass and they'd get all silly. I could have even
started fights between them If I wanted to but I never did because I
knew it could backfire and get me killed. I was beginning to like
certain aspects of being treated like a female. It did stir up a new
part of me inside, a feminine sexy part.