1 comments/  65712 views/  22 favorites

Diary of a Prison Officer Ch. 01

By: jaypbee



All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... 

SUNDAY 10TH JANUARY 2010

Dear diary, this feels very strange indeed! I haven't written a diary entry since I was fifteen; when filled with angst against the world in general and in particular that I was unable to lose my virginity no matter how hard I tried. I would fill page after page with my rantings. So here I am now some thirty years later making another go of it.... why? I hear you ask. Long story, let's just say that after spending twenty years in the army and a failed marriage behind me I think it's time to get my head together and climb out of the doldrums I have been wallowing in for the last eighteen months and this seems as good a place as any to start. So thank you diary, although you say nothing back to me you are going to help me put my thoughts down on paper and let me see the world as it really is, for a change.

MONDAY 11TH JANUARY 2010

I have decided the first part of my recovery plan is getting myself a job. Yes I know, financially, I don't need to work full time thanks to my army pension and divorce settlement but a man needs to feel fulfilled and bouncing around these four walls and going down the pub is doing me no good at all. So I went down to the newsagent this morning and picked up last week's local paper to see what jobs were available that might be suitable for me and of interest. Initially I couldn't see anything at all, but then over a second cup of coffee it caught my eye. There tucked away in the corner was the strangest sounding advert I have ever seen, naturally it piqued my interest and I couldn't resist giving the number a call. This is what the advert said, what do you make of it?

"Are you fit and of sound mind? Do you believe in tough love? Do you agree that everyone deserves a second chance but if they refuse to reform they should be punished? Are you available to start immediately? If so, why not start a new career with the prison service. Give us a call on 0800 012 3456 and ask for an application pack"

When I called the number I got an automated message asking me to leave my name, address and to list five attributes I consider the most important to me. Mmm, this was unexpected – five attributes, did they mean mental, vocational, physical or all of them? So I hung up, left it a few minutes before calling back and this is the message I left for them.

"Hi my name is Samuel Telby and my address is Flat 135, Berghouse Court, London, EC1V 4XA. My five most important attributes are: Fairness, Loyalty, Fitness, Open-mindedness and Stamina. I would be very grateful if you would send me the application pack as the job advertised sounds very interesting and I would like to learn more about it. Thank you."

There, that's it all done, on to the next job application; well it will be next week as there aren't any other jobs that are any good. By for now diary, it's the end of a mentally exhausting day and I'm just about beat, so it's shower and bed for me. Night night.

THURSDAY 14TH JANUARY 2010

The application pack has arrived through the post. All I can say, it seems the ideal job for me. I'm just worried it's going to be too good to be true. I spent most of this morning reading and rereading the information booklet and job specification, then this afternoon I took my time and completed the application form with great care. I then raced down to my local post office to return it by recorded delivery.

In brief, this is what it's all about:

HMP Ollerton is a failing prison and is in urgent need of modernisation and change in focus. The prison service is seeking a complete change of staff under the guidance of the new Prison Governor Liam Havers. He requires from his staff total trust and loyalty, ability to withstand the pressures associated with policing dangerous and difficult male prisoners, willingness to undergo professional and on the job training. In return a generous salary and benefits package is provided for the right candidates.

So diary, what do you reckon? Too good to be true? All I hope is that it is genuine because it's right up my street and something I can sink my teeth into. At last I will have a job that I can utilise all my discipline and combat experience to a positive effect. I will just have to keep my fingers crossed and hope to hear from them.

FRIDAY 22ND JANUARY 2010



Dear diary, major peed off that's how I'm feeling right now. Still no news about this prison job but at least there's been another job in the paper which may be promising, a Physical Education Officer at the local college. Only trouble is its part time, three days per week though with reasonable salary. I decided to go out tonight and hitch up with my long time friends Tom and Mike down at the Kings Head. I've known Tom since I was a kid and I met Mike through my ex-wife, we remained friends even after our divorce. I chatted about the two jobs and discussed the merits of each with them. It wasn't a great surprise for me when they gave the thumbs down for the prison job but it was a big thumbs up for the college job. Their logic being that working in a college with nubile young females would be vastly preferable to working with pent up volatile male prisoners. I could see their point, when thinking with your dick, but thinking long term from the vocational perspective it would not be as satisfying. Tom changed the conversation slightly by bringing up the subject of his eldest son, Aaron, now 23 years old (crikey I remember taking a telephone call from Tom, proud as punch when Chrissie gave birth to him at home). Last week he'd told Tom, out of the blue, that he and his girlfriend were going to get married as she'd fallen pregnant and he wanted to do the decent thing. Naturally they were both shocked but pleased that he was doing the decent thing and now the wedding organising machinery had kicked into action. Aaron has been busy planning for his stag do and asked Tom to join him, mainly so that he could act as the responsible one to make sure everything ran smoothly and didn't get too extreme. For Tom this is a double edged sword, yes it's a sensible idea but he's going to feel like a granddad surrounded by Aaron and his young friends. As he was recounting this to us Mike and I reached the same conclusion simultaneously and announced in unison, to our amusement, why don't we join you and keep the old codger company? He was relieved with this idea and I have a sneaky feeling that he was hoping we would say that. He didn't have precise details about the date or the venue but would give us a call once he had any more info. Over the next couple of pints we took a trip down memory lane, recounting all the escapades we had got up to..... It was a laugh but god, how old do I feel now thinking about the years that have flown by! After parting company with the guys I called into the local chippy and treated myself to a large back of chips and a battered sausage, I was starving.

SUNDAY 24TH JANUARY 2010

Tom called; he says the wedding is going to be Saturday 6th March 2010 at 2.30pm at the St. Edmunds Church on Station Road. The stag do is going to be on Saturday 27th February 2010 starting at 8.00pm and going on till late. It will start off with a sit down meal at the local Indian restaurant before moving onto the Sundown Nightclub where a function room is going to be hired and a female double act are going to entertain the some fifty guests (I didn't dare ask what the entertainment theme would be!). It sounded really good and I told him so, yes, he agreed Aaron has certainly swung into action now, it's a shame he left it so late to tell us as it leaves little time to arrange things what with the baby due to be born at the beginning of April, never mind, life is never neat is it Sam he asked? Aah, that explains the closeness of the wedding date. We chatted for a bit longer before arranging to meet down at the Kings Head again next Friday, timetables permitting.

TUESDAY 2ND FEBRUARY 2010 

Dear diary, I'm as happy as a sand boy and the postman is once again on my Christmas card list. It finally arrived in this morning's post, an official looking envelope marked "HMP Services", with fingers shaking I carefully opened the envelope to reveal a single sheet of paper with three lines of writing on it and this is what it said:

"Dear Mr Telby,

We have received your application and can confirm that an interview has been arranged for you on Monday 8th February 2010 at 9.00am. Please bring with you your passport, driving licence and two proofs of address. You will be required to undergo a physical fitness test and medical examination so shorts should be brought with you.

We look forward to meeting.

Yours sincerely,

PG Liam Havers"

I literally danced for joy around my living room, I picked up the telephone to spread the good news but then remembered the reaction I had received previously and in any case I didn't want to jinx my chances of getting this job, so I put the phone down again with a rueful smile. Shit! I thought to myself, what am I going to wear to the interview? All my suits have definitely seen better days and my shorts are a little worn. Tomorrow I will go into town and buy myself a new suit and sports shorts – and a pair of shoes that aren't scuffed to hell......

WEDNESDAY 3RD FEBRUARY 2010

I didn't know clothes shopping could be so tiring. I've spent nearly all day going from department store to department store, bespoke tailors to bespoke tailors searching out the ideal suit at a reasonable price for me. Finally I made up my mind which one I liked the best and bought it, and then it was on to the shoes, then the shorts. It was all so expensive! Hopefully it will all be in a good cause if it helps swing the job for me, plus it's been a long time since I devoted a whole day to retail therapy and paying attention to my appearance.

Looking in the mirror, I can see the tell tell signs of a forty five year old man; the ever deepening wrinkles around the eyes and across the forehead, the white hairs flecking my close cropped beard and showing up in ever increasing numbers on my head. My green eyes still twinkle but have that worldly air about them which only comes from a lifetime of experiences, some good some bad. I don't think I've ever been described as handsome but I must be fairly pleasing to the eye because I've had my fair share of lovers (and wife) none of whom have ever called me ugly, but for me my best attribute must be my body. Ever since being in the army I have had a well toned body, not overly muscular but defined enough to draw glances when I wear just my shorts while jogging round the park or in the swimming pool. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the attention but I'm not so egotistical to believe that I'm the best thing since sliced bread and the ground that I walk on should be worshipped!

On Friday I shall go and get my hair clipped short again which will make me look the part for a prison officer (not jumping the gun here am I?)

THURSDAY 4TH FEBRUARY 2010

Dear Diary, nothing much to tell you to be honest, have been loafing around as usual. Gave the flat a spring clean, it's a task I've been conveniently overlooking for too long and boy did it need it! Four bags of rubbish, three dirty dusters and half a can of polish later and the place was looking good as new. This has helped motivate me to get back into the fitness regime of jogging in the evening and going swimming in the morning starting from tomorrow..... but first a pint while Eastenders is on. After all I will want to be as fit as I look. 

SUNDAY 7TH FEBRUARY 2010

Oh boy, am I like a cat on a hot tin roof! I have sorted out my outfit for tomorrow twice so far, ironed everything and polished my shoes and now I am pacing around like a caged lion. I would go out for a change of scenery but it's raining heavily and I've already been out for my jog round the park. I've been very good I have done my daily run every day since Thursday and been swimming twice. I have even cut out the beer, how dedicated is that? It's going to be a long day tomorrow so I'm going to have an early night and try to get some sleep, over and out.

MONDAY 8TH FEBRUARY 2010

Oh diary where do I begin? I know I said yesterday that today was going to be a long day, I just didn't know just how long it was going to be and what I was going to be put through. I'm glad I didn't know in advance otherwise I think I might have changed my mind there and then. Sorry, I'm jumping the gun and racing ahead. I will start again at the beginning.....

6.30am

My alarm clock buzzes, my brain wakes slowly but my body jumps to attention. I'm sitting upright by the time my eyes are fully open. Something doesn't feel quite right. It takes a minute to register, I'm naked, and my T-Shirt I wear to bed is lying crumpled on the floor. I must have been hot in the night. Shrugging my shoulders I pick it up, fold it and place it on my pillow for later. I saunter to the shower, wash and have a shave before drying myself and going to the kitchen (still naked) to make myself some breakfast. Two coffees and a bowl of muesli later I feel human at last, checking the clock I see it's time to get ready. So I get dressed and spend the next half hour perfecting my attire and appearance. Last job of the morning is to pack my bag with the necessary documents and the all important shorts.

8.30am

Having studied the London A-Z I'd planned my route carefully but I had forgotten just how slow and irritating the rush hour traffic can be, nevertheless with nerves still intact and not too hot under the collar I arrived at the imposing front gates of HMP Ollerton Northern entrance. As I stopped the car at the barriers an armed guard walked up to my car indicating that I should wind down the window and produce identification. Trying to disguise my nervousness I handed him my letter from the Liam Havers, he quickly scanned the contents, looked me straight in the eye and said "Welcome on board Mr Telby" with a quirky grin. I replied that I was only at the initial interview stage and that his congratulations were a little premature. "Sure" was his only response before walking back to his station and pressing the release button allowing the barrier to rise and let me inside the prison car park. There were few parking spaces available considering its size but eventually I found a spot and pulled in. Finding the main entrance was a doddle, the prison walls were over thirty feet high and with only one small door the choices were limited. I went to bang on the door when I noticed a push button the right, duh! Who would have heard me knocking anyway? Pressing the button firmly I just hoped it was ringing somewhere because I couldn't hear anything. Almost immediately I heard a whirring noise, turning my head in its direction I saw a CCTV camera pointing at me. I showed my letter to the camera which seemed to do the job as the door clicked open after a short delay and silently opened. Stepping inside I was greeted by the sight of a plain reception room with a large table facing me, with a sheet of paper upon it, a chair adjacent to the table with an empty box on the seat, in one corner was another metal door, in another corner was a large scanning device (just like you get in the airports) and the ever present CCTV camera watching me. Walking over to the table I could see that the sheet of paper was actually a set of instructions which read as follows:

"All job applicants are to read and follow the instructions exactly. Failure to do so will constitute a refusal and jeopardise your application. There is a purpose to each requirement, do not question them; they are also a test of your trust in your potential employer and the establishment. 

1.Step up to the CCTV camera and announce your name, address and purpose for being here.

2.Return to the table, empty the contents of your pockets and place them on the table. If you have a bag, empty its contents also onto the table.

3.Remove all of your clothing until naked, fold them neatly and place them on the chair in the box provided. They will be returned to you after your interview.

4.Walk over to the CCTV camera, reconfirm your name before holding your arms out to horizontally from your sides turn slowly until facing away from the camera.

5.Spread your feet until they are two feet apart, place your hands on your buttocks and bend at the waist as far as is comfortable. Pull your cheeks apart.

6.When you hear a buzzer, stand up and walk slowly through the scanner before returning to the table.

7.You are permitted to wear the shorts you have brought with you but no other article of clothing is permitted. Personal possessions are not to be brought with you.

8.When you have completed these tasks knock on the door and you will be escorted to the interview room."

I think it's fair to say that I was surprised by the instructions and I read them twice over to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me, but no, they were there in black and white. Whatever my personal thoughts on the matter were irrelevant and if I wanted to progress with my application compliance was necessary. So I walked over to the camera proceeded to give my name and address and a short speech about my aspirations of becoming a prison officer and how pleased I was to be given this opportunity.

Then returning to the table I emptied all of my pockets and the bag I had with me placing the items neatly on the table. Then with my back to the camera I removed my shoes placing them in the empty box; then my socks, rolling them up and putting them in my shoes; unbuckled my trousers then carefully stepped out of them before folding them and placing on top of the shoes; my jacket followed, then my tie and shirt leaving me standing in my pants. With a momentary pause I quickly pulled them down, added them to my other clothes, then turned round and walked back to the camera. Feeling a little foolish I restated my name before lifting my arms up and doing a slow pirouette so that I was facing away from the camera. Spreading my legs I dropped my arms and reached behind me lightly holding my cheeks. Bending over at the waist I felt my face flush, I'm not sure if it was from the position or the embarrassment of doing a moony to whoever was behind the camera. When I pulled my cheeks apart I felt cold air blow over my anus making it quiver and to my surprise my cock filled a little in response. I seemed to hold that position for an eternity as the camera zoomed in and out judging by the sound of the whirring noise behind me. Finally the buzzer sounded and I released my cheeks, stood upright stretching my back as I did so. As casually as possible I sauntered over to the scanner, stepped through it and quickly returned to the table where I retrieved my shorts. I was relieved to feel the material slide up my legs and the waistband fit snugly against my flesh. The one fly in the ointment was due to my semi-flaccid cock being of a decent size it flopped around quite noticeably within my shorts as I strode up to the door and knocked three times.

The door opened to reveal a uniformed prison officer, in his fifties who introduced himself as Archie after shaking my hand. He asked me to follow him (not much choice there!) down a long corridor, this judging by the signs on the doors lining the corridor was the administrative part of the prison, at the very end was a door signed "Interviews" and it was through this door I was shown. The door closed behind me, in front of me was a long table behind which sat three men, again in their fifties all in prison uniform reading their paperwork. At the sound of my entrance they slowly lifted their eyes and smiled in unison.


Diary of a Prison Officer Ch. 01



"Ah, Mr Telby, it's good to see you" said the man in the middle. "Let me introduce myself and my colleagues. I am Liam Havers, the prison governor and the gentleman to my right is my twin brother Max, and to my left, my youngest brother Adrian."

My surprise must have been evident on my face because all three burst out laughing and Liam started to speak again.

"An unusual situation I know, but it is all above board I can assure you. My brothers and I have been involved with the prison services all our lives and when the opportunity arose to reform this failing prison it was one we couldn't resist. We have mortgaged ourselves up to the hilt to purchase this prison from the Government, it is the first venture of its kind and they are monitoring our progress closely. We will receive generous funding if we can restore law and order within these walls, reduce the rate of reoffending when the prisoners are released and eliminate the physical abuse between the prisoners. How this is achieved is our business. Unfortunately many of the existing prison staff are as corrupt as the prisoners and will be replaced as quickly as possible. We are adopting a fast track employment system so providing you pass this interview, the medical and the physical fitness tests today we will be looking to start your training and employment with us on Monday 1st March 2010. There are twenty prison officer positions to be filled and thirty applicants we will be interviewing today and throughout this week, so I don't need to point out that competition is fierce and the slightest mistake on your part will affect your prospects."

I gulped silently to myself, I didn't realise how sought after this job was, mind you the wages and benefits were generous so I shouldn't have been that surprised especially with the recent downturn in the economy etc. Doing my best to retain a confident manner I agreed that the position must be very attractive to a lot of people who want to do this type of job.

"Indeed." Liam replied. "We are however looking for a certain type of person with the right experience, capabilities as well as attitude. This we saw in your application a great deal, however when it came to the first of the practical tests this morning we were a little disappointed in how you responded. We are looking for a 100% pass rate at this stage yet you only managed to score 85%. Would you like to know where you lost those percentage points and if you wish to, how they can be regained so that you pass that test?"

With genuine confusion in my voice I said "I am really sorry to hear that, I thought I had followed the instructions closely and did everything required of me. Yes I would very much like to know where I went wrong so that I can correct this situation as I want this job and don't want any avoidable issues to stand in the way."

"Excellent response! You're correct in that you followed the instructions, yet we felt there was some reluctance on your part. This was demonstrated by the way you turned your back to the camera when undressing; you hesitated before pulling down your underpants and rushed to put your shorts on. We must have confidence when giving you instructions that you will follow them to the letter and you will not question them. Unfortunately with the type of prisoners we have in here, the slightest chink in our armour will enable them to break through and risk the success of our endeavour. I am going to ask you to remove your shorts, fold them neatly, hand them to me and then sit back down in your seat. Please do so now."

Knowing what was at stake, I didn't hesitate for a second. I stood straight up, pulled my shorts down, stepped out of them before folding them neatly and placing them in Liam's outstretched hands. I then sat back down in my seat, trying to act as normal as possible in the circumstances and ignoring the fact that my cock was now semi-hard and I was the only naked person in the room!

It was very surreal, the rest of the interview carried on as if there hadn't been an interruption, the questions were what I expected and I had little difficulty answering them. Then there was a knock on the door and a young Asian man walked in, from his uniform he was obviously an inmate, pushing a tea trolley. As he walked past me he did a double take at the sight of my naked body, but said nothing, merely bowing slightly as he left the room. I had little time to react, probably just as well considering how quickly I had dropped points in my first test. Just as the conversation was drawing to a close and I had finished my cup of coffee, Liam pushed a hidden button and a couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" was all the Liam said.

In walked two men, one in a white coat, the other dressed as a physiotherapist. I guessed my next two tests were about to begin. The guy in the white coat was introduced as Richard (the prison doctor) and James (sports coach). Liam smiled warmly at me, informing me that I had not only had I passed the interview but I had also regained the lost points from the first test. He then went on to say that I would first have a medical assessment with Richard, followed by the fitness test with James then a final short after exercise check-up again with Richard. If all tests were successfully passed then I would be invited back into the office for the return of my clothing and signing of the contract. Standing up I walked over to the table and shook all three interviewer's hands before turning to follow Richard and James out of the room.

"Mr Telby, have you forgotten something?" Liam called after me with a chuckle. 

I turned round at the sound of his voice looking in his direction I saw him pointing to my shorts still folded neatly on the table in front of him.

"No Sir, I didn't forget about them. I simply assumed that you would tell me when I could have them back and didn't give them another thought. Is it okay to put them back on again?"

"Mr Telby, you are growing in my estimation and I think you will be a valuable asset to the team. With that 'can do' attitude you will go far. Yes you may don your shorts again."

Slightly embarrassed to have five pairs of eyes focused on me I was more than happy to pull my shorts up, and thanking them once again followed Richard to the medical centre. As I followed him up the stairs I guessed he must be in his late 60's or early 70's, presumably this job was to top up his pension. Richard made small talk as we entered his office/consulting room. 

As I sat in the chair opposite him I felt more at home having had more medical check-ups than I care to remember while in the army and had a pretty good idea on what would follow. Sure enough Richard pulled out a three page document from his drawer and started filling in the standard information i.e. name, address, family medical history & personal medical history. Then he took my blood pressure, general stats, weight, lung capacity and temperature. Still sitting in his chair but leaning forward he asked me to stand in front of him and to remove my shorts. I followed his request and naked once again I calmly watched him gently roll my balls feeling for any unexpected lumps before turning his attention to my cock. He pulled the foreskin back and examined it closely for any abnormalities, so close in fact that I could feel his breath on my sensitive head. It pulsed and expanded in response until it was fully erect at just over eight inches long. Richard seemed very pleased with this result and commented on its healthy appearance and functionality. Not knowing quite how to respond I simply said that I had no complaints with it, he laughed and said he didn't think I would or anyone else would for that matter! He turned in his chair; opening a drawer he retrieved a pair of latex gloves and a tube of KY. Uh oh, I know what they're for I thought to myself.

"Please turn round, bend over at the waist and pull your cheeks apart." Richard said in a neutral voice.

As I pulled my cheeks apart I heard the snapping of the gloves being put on and then felt the cold gel being applied to my anus. His finger felt large to me and my ring tightened in response as it smeared the gel around my ring.

"Relax please otherwise you will experience some discomfort."

I did my best to relax, taking deep breaths as I felt pressure being applied. Eventually the finger pushed in up to the first knuckle.

"Mr Telby, you really must learn to relax. From your tightness I can tell you are not used to having objects inserted up your anus, I am not going to hurt you, now please try harder."

"Yes Sir, you are quite correct I am not used to having things up my arse! My wife used to try to push a finger up me but I didn't like it. I am trying to relax honestly but this position is uncomfortable for me."

"Mmm, let me think." Richard said deep in thought gently pulling his knuckle out. "Okay, hop up onto the couch, lie on your back and pull your knees up to your chest."

Open to any suggestions to move this situation on, I did as I was bid. To be honest it was a new position to me but somewhat reminiscent of the missionary position! I said as much to Richard who smiled in response but said nothing, instead he picked up the tube of KY and stepped up to my exposed anus and slowly squirted a liberal amount onto my hole. It momentarily clenched at the cold jolt but slowly opened again as the gel warmed up. Richard looked down at me and started to ask me about my life in the army and seemed genuinely interested in the answers I gave. I give him credit for his distraction method worked a treat, I barely registered his finger's entry into me until I felt his knuckles brush my crack and his finger tip was pushing against my prostate sending throbbing pulses into my cock. I looked up at Richard and grinned saying

"Well doctor you seemed to have reached the spot!"

"Indeed I have, well done. You have a perfectly healthy prostate and rectum. I often find this position is successful for those tighter than average rings, and yours has got to be about the tightest I have come across for many a year."

"Really, I am surprised." I replied quite genuinely. "I would have thought most of the men in this prison would be in the same position as me."

"Oh you'd be surprised." 

With that he withdrew his finger, wiped it clean on a tissue and announced that the medical was over until the post fitness test. As I pulled on my shorts again I saw the figure of James standing in the doorway casually watching me or rather my crutch as it bobbed around behind the fabric as I stood up again. Richard told James that he would join us in the gymnasium shortly to carry out the tests. James nodded an acknowledgement.

"Are you ready Mr. Telby?" James asked. "If so, we'll start your fitness assessment in the gymnasium downstairs, please follow me."

Not waiting for a reply he marched briskly along the corridor, down the stairs and back along the main corridor, almost to the main entrance then through a side door into what had to be the best equipped gymnasium I had seen in a long time, it even had three frosted glass shower cubicles at the far end. For the next hour I used every piece of equipment with James watching intently and writing endless notes on my progress. By the time I had completed the last test I was hot and exhausted, sweat was pouring down my face and pleased to be taking a breather.

I heard the door open behind me, looking round I saw Richard walk in carrying a small bag and clipboard. Walking over to me he placed his bag down on the floor and took out a small thermometer and a stethoscope. 

"Mr. Telby would you please lower your shorts down to your knees and bend over at the waist, as you did in my office and spread your cheeks please. I am about to take your temperature."

Doing as I was instructed I avoided looking at James for I could feel his eyes on my body and did my best to not react when I felt the rectal thermometer push up inside me.

"Okay, if you would stand up again, clench your cheeks to hold the thermometer in please and I will measure your heartbeat now."



I felt the cold metal stethoscope explore my chest and back all the time hearing approving grunts and the scratch of pen on paper. Then the gentle pressure of a hand pushing me over, as I bent over I felt the thermometer being pulled out.

"Well Mr Telby I am pleased to be able to confirm that for a man of your age you are perfectly fit and healthy and I will have great pleasure in recommending your employment here. Please pull up your shorts and we will return to the Governor's office."

As I did so, James came over and shook my hand congratulating me on passing the fitness and medical tests and expressed how much he was looking forward to working with me in the future. I smiled politely and thought I bet you do!

I followed Richard back to the office in silence, thinking how much I would like to have used the shower facilities had I been given the chance as I no longer smelt as fresh as I did before I entered the gymnasium. Shrugging my shoulders, it was pointless worrying about it, I had already passed the interview and tests and it was now just a matter of signing on the dotted line and getting my clothes and possessions back. Richard opened the door for me and ushered me inside, waiting for me were my three interviewers, this time though they were standing casually chatting by the coffee table at the far end of the room near the main window. On the coffee table sat the box containing my clothes and personal possessions. They turned as one on my entrance and walked over, each one shaking my hand and congratulating me on successfully passing all tests put to me. Liam led me to the desk upon which lay my new contract and indicated that I should sit down and read it carefully before signing it, in the meantime I gratefully accepted the cup of coffee Max held out towards me. Half an hour later I had signed the contract, arranged to start my training on the 1st March and finally wearing my suit again. I'm not sure if it was my imagination but I am sure that Adrian did his best to slow me down and divert my attention as I was dressing as if to prolong the exposure of my flesh to their gazes. Oh well, no business of mine, it didn't bother me in the slightest.

11.30am

Back in my car now, trying to stop myself from grinning like a Cheshire cat, I reviewed the last three hours. What a strange experience it had been but if I am being honest with myself I had found it slightly erotic. I had the distinct feeling that my experiences were only just beginning with that place. Hey ho! That's as may be but reality was soon kicking in, my stomach was growling I needed something to eat and fast! 



12.00 Noon – 7.00pm

Quick visit to Burger King for a Whopper Meal and then it was time to continue with my clothes shopping, I would need more than one shirt, tie, trousers and jacket in my wardrobe. I finally got home just before 7.00pm, if I bumped into one more shopper I would scream!

Well diary that was my day, slightly unusual I think you will agree...... I can't wait for the 1st March to arrive.

FRIDAY 12TH FEBRUARY 2010

Met up with Tom and Mike for our weekly drink in the Kings Head, they found it hilarious listening to my interview ordeals. Naturally I left out the bit about finding it a little bit erotic; I simply don't think they would have understood. As far as they were concerned a man's arse was a one way street and only a woman should take pleasure in the sight of a man's body. Having said that, I too was of that frame of mind for many years, all through my army service and my marriage I maintained the insecure all-macho stance of a he-man. However since I left all the mind-numbing crap behind me I have become more relaxed in myself, don't get me wrong I'm not gay or anything like that, never had sex with a man or wanted to. I'm just happy to be me with nothing to prove. Sorry diary for getting all heavy with you, but who else is going to listen to me? Ah well, the lads are good for me. They stop me from moping and keep my feet on the ground; in return I make them laugh with my antics and out of the norm way of thinking. 

FRIDAY 26TH FEBRUARY 2010

Dear diary, sorry I haven't written anything for the last two weeks. I have picked you up every evening only to put you back down again simply because nothing out of the ordinary has happened. I feel very much in limbo; everything is ready for my new job on Monday but before then is the stag do I am going on tomorrow evening. At the time it seemed like a good idea but now it's almost here I am reluctant to go, it's easier to be a couch potato – which is precisely why I am going to go, I refuse to let laziness win over being sociable. Apart from anything it would be letting my mates down, which for me is a big no no.

SUNDAY 28th FEBRUARY 2010

Oh boy, what a night we had last night! There was absolutely no way I was in a fit state to write an entry when I got home late last night/early this morning, I was totally wrecked. I woke up this morning with a thumping headache! As I sipped my coffee this morning with the curtains firmly drawn I tried to remember the events of the previous evening. I am ashamed to say this is what I remember of it.

7.30pm

Met up with Mike and Tom at Mike's house before catching a taxi over to the restaurant.

8.00pm

Inside the restaurant it was chaotic with the waiters struggling to cope with the demands of a thirty strong group. Us oldies were given pride of place next to Aaron on the big table on the condition that at the nightclub we would take a back seat to let the youngsters do their thing. Oldies indeed! But watching Aaron and his friends it really did make me feel nostalgic for the days when I was his age. Ah well, can't turn the clock back, just got to get on with life while you still have it!

10.00pm

Our group has consumed vast quantities of food and Indian beer (some of us are already a little merry); it's time to waddle over to the Sundown Nightclub where the other twenty stag guests are waiting for us. The manager greets Mike, explains the house rules, he then leads us up to the top floor and through controlled access double doors. Inside is a large dance floor, a dedicated bar and at the other end of the room a large stage with boxes of props adjacent to it. Two barmaids and a barman stand behind the bar waiting to serve us with a ready smile. The next hour is spent getting everyone served with drinks and getting the party started.

11.00pm

With a great fanfare the female double act make their entrance and receive a great number of appreciative wolf whistles in response. They were in their late twenties/early thirties and dressed in tight fitting leather cat suits with buttons running from the neckline down to the crutch, very attractive and immaculately manicured. They introduced themselves as Zara and Ingrid and were from Russia, which drew further wolf whistles! The youngsters surged towards the stage area leaving Mike, Tom and I behind at the bar making ourselves comfortable on the bar stools.

To my surprise the girls were brilliant at winding up the lads to fever pitch with a mixture of songs, jokes and smutty innuendos. For over an hour the energy levels in the room rose and fell as directed by the girls, all the time the drinks were flowing and the lads were slowly getting drunk.    

Mid-Night

The girls announced that it was now time for a little competition; they wanted four volunteers with the winner getting a £50 voucher off their next visit to the nightclub. There was no shortage of volunteers after the prize was announced with at least twenty guys energetically waving their hands in the air trying to be picked. Naturally as the stag groom, Aaron was picked along with three other handsome young men. From the back of the room Mike called out encouraging words of advice to his son. We clapped enthusiastically as the four men climbed up on stage and now stood a little nervously in a line aware that everyone in the room was watching them.




Diary of a Prison Officer Ch. 01



"Right guys" Zara announced as she walked up and down the line of men. "This is what we're going to do. We're going to blindfold you, then, each of you is to strip down to your boxers. Don't look so alarmed, we will be sparing your modesty by erecting the shoulder high black plastic curtain you see to your right before you strip so only we can see you, none of the audience will be able see anything. Okay?"

The four of them looked at each other distinctly nervous but with their friends in the audience egging them on they finally nodded to one another and agreed to the game. Ingrid jumped off the stage and fetched four blindfolds from the prop box, climbed back up and then proceeded to blindfold each of the contestants. Zara then followed behind making sure that they could see nothing through the blindfolds, then, spaced them out ensuring they had room to move without bumping into each other and gauging the others progress. When all were done Ingrid reached for the curtain rail on which the black plastic curtain appeared to rest and pulled it along the stage in front of the competitors. However the black plastic curtain was actually only a foot wide, the remainder of it was totally clear, providing the audience with a perfect view as if the curtain wasn't there at all! Ingrid turned to the audience and made an exaggerated "ssshhh" sign with her finger on her lips. To reassure the guys she asked them to reach out and touch the curtain and confirm that they were hidden from view, which they did and said they were happy with it. Then turning to the audience she asked us if we could see the four guys, understanding what was expected from us we all shouted a loud "No!"

"Now then, what we want you to do is to remove each item of clothing and hang them on the curtain rail in front of you, take your time, we don't want any accidents with you tripping over now do we? Okay guys? Let's do it!"

As if by magic the music in the room changed to the strippers tune, making everyone chuckle including the contestants. We began to clap in time to the music and this spurred on Aaron to make the first move by undoing the buttons on his shirt and slipping his arms out of the sleeves before draping it over the rail in front of him. Then he pulled the T-shirt off over his head revealing his well developed torso with a smattering of dark hair, despite myself I found my eyes drawn to him and I felt my gaze drop to his waist line where I could just see the waistband of his pants peeking above his jeans. Movement to his left caught my eye, Jason, his best man was catching up, he had removed his T-shirt and was in the process of unbuckling his belt. He let his chinos drop to the floor revealing a pair of hairy muscular legs before stepping out of them and throwing them onto the rail. Lee and Simon, the other two contestants were a little slower having chosen to take off their shoes and socks, then their jeans. I had to start supping my beer to disguise the fact that my mouth was getting dry and had to discreetly adjust my crutch. I was mentally wrestling with myself, these were guys I knew and yet I was getting aroused by this drunken stag do competition. Within a couple of minutes just as the music reached a crescendo all four guys were standing in just their underpants or boxer shorts. Unknown to them Ingrid had been silently collecting up their clothes and placing them in a neat pile on the bar next to Mike for him to look after.

"So who wants the £50 voucher? Raise your hands now if you still want in, it's your free choice, if you want out take a step back and sit down on the floor." Zara said to the guys.

With only slight hesitation all four hands rose into the air to the delight of the audience and to my surprise Mike was one of the loudest with his whistling and handclapping.

"Okay guys let's do it! The first guy to remove his underpants, throw them into the crowd and wank himself off to orgasm will win the £50 voucher, the guy who comes second will win a £30 voucher, the guy who comes third will win a £10 voucher and the guy who comes last will get a box of tissues to clean up the stage!" 

The room went silent for a minute before the crowd started to wolf whistle and cheer loudly. Ingrid started the music again; I was too intent on watching the action to even notice what was being played. I think Aaron was initially too stunned to react however he soon realised that he was trapped by his own enthusiasm so with a shrug of his shoulders he announced 

"You're on – come on guys, let's show them what we're made of!" 

With that he grabbed the waistband of his pants, pushed them down and quickly stepped out of them before raising them over his head and threw them into the crowd. A cheer went up with enthusiastic clapping. He started to play with his balls and cock quickly arousing it to a decent erection of six inches. Not far behind him Jason threw his boxer shorts into the crowd, there was silence for a second before an even louder cheer went up. Jason's cock was already standing erect and it had to be the biggest cock I had even seen. No word of a lie but it had to be at least ten inches long and very wide, any wonder he always has a crowd of girls in attendance! He was busy whacking his cock off as if there was no tomorrow. Lee and Simon in unison threw their pants as far as they could but this only served to slow them and their cocks were only semi hard before Jason started to shudder and rock before with a guttural grunt he spewed jet after jet of jism into the air before landing with a distinct splat on the stage and curtain. There was an audible intake of breath round the room which turned into a roar of approval. Aaron started to pant and grimace, then he went rigid and spewed sunk all over his hands and the floor. Claps and cheers met this spectacle. Simon started to panic realising that two guys had already beat him and his cock started to soften as his concentration lapsed. Lee, bless him, always the quiet one (except apparently when orgasming) cried out and howled as his spunk became airborne much to the amusement of the audience and his fellow competitors. 

With a loud clap of her hands Zara announced that the game was over, Simon was to stop beating his meat and that the competitors could now remove their blindfolds. Well, their expressions were comical to say the least! It went from relief to have the blindfolds off and being able to see, then came the realisation that the curtain was not black but see-through and they could see the audience, then finally it dawned on them that the audience had been able to see everything from start to finish. To give them their due they did recover from the shock remarkably well, initially they flushed red with embarrassment and their hands flew to cover their crotch. I thought Aaron was going to lose his temper but at the sight of his dad, Mike, giving him a standing ovation he lost his embarrassment and his hands dropped to his sides. Deciding to go with the flow was the best course of action; he started to chuckle himself, then turned towards Jason and shook his hand to congratulate him on winning the competition, all the time trying not to stare at the pendulous cock facing him. He then shook the hand of Lee before clapping Simon on the shoulder in commiseration. Ingrid signalled to the guys that they were to join her by the microphone where she handed the £50 voucher to Jason, the £30 voucher to Aaron, the £10 voucher to Lee and the box of tissues to Simon, which he took with a grimace before kneeling down and carefully wiped up each pool of cold jism. When he rejoined the group Ingrid and Zara thanked them for being such good sports and for having gone with the spirit of the game, was there anything they wanted to say. Aaron, sharp as ever asked Ingrid who had thought of this game because this certainly hadn't been on the planned itinery. Laughing she said it was the bright idea of your father, he said that you were cocky enough to go through with it and he was right! Fair enough he replied but it's his 50th birthday on June 12th 2010 and it will be payback time - dad you've been warned! Mike, by now very drunk roared with laughter and told him to bring it on.

Shortly afterwards the four guys were allowed to leave the stage and retrieve their clothing. To my surprise they seemed in no hurry to do so as their mates surrounded them and much raucous male bonding ensued.

2pm

Feeling distinctly drunk I leave the club along with the others, all fully clothed now and catch a taxi home before falling fully dressed onto my bed and slipping into oblivion.....

MONDAY 1ST MARCH 2010

Dear diary, the big day finally dawned, the first day of my new job. Daunting would be a very good word to describe it but at the same time it was exciting. I arrived at the staff car park a little early as I already had experience of the traffic levels, this time when I entered through the controlled access door and into the reception room things were a little different. This time there was a prison guard sitting behind the desk, checking the new recruits in off his list and ushering them down the corridor to the fitting room where we were kitted out with two sets of uniforms, one to wear now and the other for spare. From there we waited in what we would call the classroom sited adjacent to the gymnasium until all twenty new recruits had arrived. Liam entered without warning closely followed by Max and Adrian, as a group we went to stand up but with a relaxed gesture Liam indicated that we were to remain seated. Liam informed us that Max would be responsible for training us initially and then Adrian would take over when it came to going "live" on the shop floor, as it were. Any questions or problems should be directed to them in the first instance, with that he and Adrian withdrew leaving us under the care of Max.

The rest of the morning up until lunchtime was pretty mundane, making sure that all personnel records were correct and up to date, then came the usual breaking the ice exercise where we all had to stand up and introduce ourselves, give a little speech about our backgrounds along with likes and dislikes. The guys seemed by and large a likable bunch and I think we will bond pretty well over the coming weeks and months.

Lunch was a buffet style affair served to us in the classroom by a couple of inmates dressed in catering attire. One looked familiar to me, perhaps he was the same guy who brought the tea trolley in during my interview, whatever the reason he took no notice of me. I was simply another face in the crowd.

The afternoon was more interesting, we were given a more in depth explanation for the mass recruitment and the direction in which the prison was heading. In the long term they wanted HMP Ollerton to become a flagship of excellence for prisons in the UK and lead the way in reforming other failing prisons. Before that could happen there was a lot of work to do and was summarised as follows:

1.Eliminate prisoner violence

2.Eliminate prisoner intimidation

3.Eliminate prisoner drug abuse

4.Eliminate prisoner sexual abuse

5.Eliminate smuggling into/out of the prison

6.Reduce rates of reoffending by at least 50%

This will be initially be addressed by monitoring every prisoner and room in the prison, at present workmen are installing damage proof CCTV monitors into each cell and room within the prison and the outside areas. Once completed implementation of the new prison rules would start following 24 hour surveillance of all areas including cells.

Someone in the class mentioned that it sounded draconian. Adrian laughed in response, saying that it may indeed but as mentioned during the interviews the new management believes in tough love and sorting out the criminals once and for all by whatever method works successfully. Sounds fair enough to me. By the end of the afternoon my head was reeling from all the facts and information that had been imparted and I was glad when it was time to leave.

So that diary was my first day at work, my brain aches and all I want to do is fall into bed and sleep like the dead, so night night until tomorrow.

FRIDAY 5TH MARCH 2010 

Sorry diary, a bit late I know but I simply haven't had the energy to maintain my diary for the last couple of days. Not only have I been mentally exhausted every day but I have also been physically tired too. Each day at work followed a set routine:

09:00 – 10:00hrsFitness class in Gymnasium

10:30 – 13:00hrsPrison Theory & Practice – Classroom

13:00 – 14:00hrsLunch

14:00 – 17:00hrsPeople Management - Classroom

I never realised how much was involved with prison work and the responsibilities that came with being a prison officer. By the end of next week we will have trained enough to be introduced to the prison and the inmates and get down to the real work – what a scary thought now that I know the realities of prison life! One consolation is that my body is becoming more toned and even fitter, not only that but I am regaining my confidence in dealing with people again which I had lost somewhat since my divorce. Something inside me is looking forward to the conflict management, perhaps because it seems akin to being in the army again, who knows, time will tell.

FRIDAY 12TH MARCH 2010 

Same excuse again! Busy week but what an eye opener! Yesterday we completed our training course and today we went on a walk about the prison and its grounds led by Max and Adrian. Each of the six wings were being modernised and made more secure (or should that read more manageable for us staff?) and all of the CCTV installation had been completed much to the disgruntlement of the inmates! Needless to say that there was a lot of jeering and catcalling from the gang members and leaders but the average inmate was either wary or respectful which was the reaction we were seeking. Outside were the kitchen gardens, recreational green (used for cricket, football or rugby depending on the season), the small prison farm where pigs and chickens were kept, and finally the multi-faith chapel which had fallen into disrepair. It was in this last building which held the biggest surprise for us. It had been converted into a small cinema but one in which would be used for correction treatment of inmates who had broken the rules. I asked for an explanation, but was told to be patient as all would be revealed. At one end of the room was a huge white viewing screen facing twenty five rows of chairs capable of seating up to five hundred inmates at any one time. Then at the back of the room behind the last row of chairs was a door marked "Staff Only" with a controlled access keypad. Adrian tapped in the pass code and ushered us through the doorway, the sight that met us was astonishing. It was a cross between a gymnasium, shower area and torture chamber. In one area there was a leather sling, a large wooden St. Andrews cross and a vaulting box. Each device had hand cuffs attached at each corner. In another area was what looked like a dentist chair along with an operating table, again with restraints attached to each arm. In the shower area there were two handcuffs hanging from the tiled wall above which a single shower head could be seen. What puzzled me was a second hose which came out of the pipe feeding the shower, it had a rounded end with holes (looked rather like a pepper pot!) and hung redundant on a hook next to the shower head. There was also a commode (toilet seat fitted within a chair) made from clear plastic suspended over a clear plastic tank with water inside. From the ceiling over each device was a CCTV camera standing safely away from the wet area near the entrance was a handheld video camera and stand. On the other side of the entrance was a large wardrobe sized metal cabinet securely locked, inside which we were told were implements to be used in the correction treatment. With the tour of the correction room over we were led outside and back to the main dining hall for the inmates from where a lot of hammering noise was emanating. Inside two of the maintenance crew were attaching a large notice on the wall in clear view of all diners, this is what it announced.

"With effect from Monday 15th March 2010 the following rules will be implemented:

1.Possession of weapons, drugs and contraband of any kind will be strictly prohibited.

2.Violence or abuse of any kind will be strictly prohibited.

3.Smuggling of weapons, drugs and contraband in or out of the prison will be strictly prohibited.

The first infringement will result in temporary (48hrs) loss of all personal possessions.

A second infringement will result in permanent loss of all personal possessions.

A third infringement will result in public correction in the chapel.

Any further infringements will result in public and prolonged correction.

If you have any questions regarding the above rules please speak to a member of staff."

Then underneath in bold red writing was another announcement.

"There will be an amnesty for weapons, drugs and contraband on Monday 15th March 2010 from 00:01hrs to 23:59hrs inclusive. Any prohibited items found after the amnesty period will result in due punishments described as above."

Adrian warned us that Monday will be busy but the rest of the week will be busier as the rules will have to be implemented as the toughest inmates will seek to resist and break them. We have been warned to make sure that we're thoroughly rested this weekend ready for next weekend.

SATURDAY 13TH MARCH 2010

Time out with the boys tonight, met up with Mike and Tom and had a real laugh at the Kings Head supping a few pints and enjoying their down to earth sense of humour. I kept my tales of my job pretty lightweight with no mention of the new rules made. Tom was slowly coming round to the idea of me working for the "establishment" but Mike still needed convincing and thought I would have been better off working for the college. Ah well, time will tell and all that.

MONDAY 15TH MARCH 2010

First day of the new regime and the amnesty produced a flurry activity from the small time crooks and regular guys who were sensible enough to understand that the writing was on the wall for their activities. By the end of evening some two hundred weapons had been surrendered and several kilos of drugs. I expressed my admiration on how successful the amnesty had been to my supervisor, Pete. He snorted and laughed saying that he thought less than half of the gear had been handed in, so tomorrow will be long and tiring as there will be some tough nuts to crack.

TUESDAY 16TH MARCH 2010

Dear diary, Pete was sooo right! During our morning briefing the first of the gang leaders were to be targeted. His gang name is "Flick" on account of his favourite weapon being a flick knife cunningly disguised within a toothbrush, his real name is more mundane – Charlie Smith. His reputation was of being fearless and the first to wade in if a fight broke out, although he wasn't the tallest or heaviest built of guys he was strong and knew it. He was being targeted to send a strong message to the rest of the gangsters.

So after the briefing six of us donned riot gear and armed with stun guns we marched into A-Wing and climbed the stairs onto the first floor and headed for cell 59 where Flick was housed. The normally noisy wing fell silent as the inmates realised something was happening and stopped to watch the proceedings. Arriving at the cell, the door was flung open catching Flick by surprise; he was sprawled out on his bunk reading a glossy girlie magazine. The look of shock rapidly changed to the customary aggressive expression and demanded to know what was going on. He was told that he and his room was being searched for prohibited items. Laughing in response he said that we would find nothing; his mirth was short lived because unknown to him using the CCTV installed in his room we had watched him secreting his stash of weapons and contraband. Within a couple of minutes we found the first of his knives, his face fell as he realised the game was up. We radioed back to the control room that we required a belongings box ASAP (this is a large plastic box on wheels which can be secured with a padlock and chain used to store confiscated items). Five minutes later the box arrived and we continued searching the room, as each article was examined it was placed into the box with prohibited items being placed into a separate bag. As bit by bit his cell emptied of his personal possessions Flick became agitated protesting at the treatment he was receiving. He was told in no uncertain terms what the new rules were and as he'd broken them he was facing the confiscation of all his possessions for 48 hours, he'd get them back if he was a good boy. 




Diary of a Prison Officer Ch. 02



All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... 

THURSDAY 1ST APRIL 2010

A new month has begun and the Easter holidays lay ahead of me, a whole four days of freedom from the usual routine of work. On the one hand I'm lucky because I'm one of the few Prison Officers who has been granted the whole weekend off (favouritism I have heard muttered by some), on the other hand having four days off with nothing planned seems a waste of time when I could be earning double time. But as they say all work and no play makes Sam a dull guy so I will just have to find something to occupy my time, starting with housework and ironing tonight so I don't have that chore hanging over me for the rest of the weekend!

FRIDAY 2ND APRIL 2010

Well diary, I have had a more interesting day today than I thought I would, or perhaps curious would be a better term.

This morning first thing I jumped into the car and paid a visit to the local supermarket and stocked up with some groceries, I don't know if I'm being paranoid but I am sure that I caught more than one person giving me the eye up. It got to the point that I stopped and checked my reflection out in the shop window. No, everything seemed in order, just my usual jeans, trainers and tight fitting muscle top. Okay, I know that my physique has improved since I started at the prison but I didn't think it was that much improved! The other thing which has occurred to me is that perhaps I am developing what I have heard called 'gaydar', that is being able to sense when another guy is interested in you.

When I was bent over one of the freezers trying to decide which pizza to have tonight, something made me look up and straight into the eyes of a cute looking shop worker, he must have been all of eighteen with big blue eyes and a thick mop of blonde hair. He flushed bright red having been caught in the act of staring at me and gave me a weak smile in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment. I winked in response and gave him a broad grin before looking back at the pizzas on offer. When I had made my choice and looked up again, the young lad had disappeared. Feeling a little disappointed I silently chided myself because he was far too young for me – I was old enough to be his father!

Then as I was queuing up at the checkouts, I was lost in idle thought when something caught my eye and as I looked over to the next till a guy, perhaps in his thirties gave me a sly smile before quickly looking away as his wife looked up from what she was doing and spoke to him. I was so surprised I failed to respond and stood there in a daze, until a loud cough behind me brought me back to reality and I started to unpack my shopping onto the conveyor belt. Finally the checkout girl was all touchy feely and overly friendly. Enough was enough! I had to get out of there quick before anything else happened.....

Back home, having unpacked and made myself some lunch I felt bored and lonely. Refusing to give into this self-defeating frame of mind I decided it was time for some company, and I knew just the place for it – the leisure centre. It's always guaranteed to be busy; I could get some exercise and was bound to bump into someone I know. Which is exactly what happened and led to an interesting meeting with Jason (Aaron's best friend, who went to the stag do).

I paid the entrance fee and made my way to the male changing rooms as normal, found the locker I had been allocated and followed the routine I always do. Call me OCD if you like but I have always done it since being in the army. I opened the locker; then removed my trainers and socks before stuffing the socks into the trainers and then into the locker; off came my jeans to be folded neatly and placed on top of the trainers; next my muscle top and finally my boxer shorts, again both were neatly folded and placed into the locker. Standing there comfortably naked I retrieved my towel and swimming trunks, placed them on the bench, then put my sports bag into the locker, spun the combination lock and turned back towards the bench. As I reached for my trunks I heard my name called and looked over in the direction of the voice. Walking briskly towards me was Jason with a Cheshire cat smile on his face; reaching me he dumped his bag on the bench, gave me a great big bear hug and a hearty slap on the back, seemingly oblivious to my state of undress.

I coughed loudly to draw his attention to the situation as a couple of guys were beginning to stare and I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

"Sorry Sam!" Jason chuckled stepping back, "I didn't mean to embarrass you but I am just so pleased to see you. I've been meaning to catch up with you ever since Aaron's stag do but I've lost your mobile number and felt a little awkward asking the other guys for it again."

As I listened to him I donned my swimming trunks and slung my towel over my shoulder before replying "I didn't know you had my number in the first place, not that I mind you having it, I'll give it to you now if you wish."

"Oh that would be great! Let me just get a pen out of my bag and I'll make a note of it" he replied doing exactly that.

Closing my eyes to aid concentration I gave him my mobile number and got him to repeat it back to me for accuracy, only then did I ask him what he was doing here.

"I have been putting so much weight on recently that Aaron and his dad has started to pull my leg about me getting fat and no longer being a babe magnet. They suggested that I follow your example by getting out and exercising more, which is why I am here. I thought I would start off gently by doing some swimming, gain a bit of confidence and see if there's anyone who can give me some guidance on doing things the right way. That's why I'm glad to have bumped into you. You're exactly the right guy for the job, that is, if you don't mind....."

"Well, I'm flattered naturally, that you feel I'm the man for the job" I replied, a little surprised by what I had just heard "but I must warn you that I'm only an amateur and not qualified as a sports physiotherapist. I can tell you what's worked for me and what hasn't; then the rest will be up to you. Anyway, you don't look overweight to me."

"Oh I am, believe me" Jason retorted with a frown. "You'll see in a moment."

Without further ado he removed his Jacket, slung it on the bench and then started to remove his jumper.

"Before you go any further Jason, have you located your locker yet?" I asked with an amused smile.

"Oh shit, no I haven't! Thanks Sam. See I know I'm going to be in good hands..... Now where is it? Ah there it is. That's handy; it's only a couple away from yours."

Having opened the locker Jason threw in his jacket and jumper before his shoes, socks and jeans joined them. He paused momentarily standing in just his T-shirt and pants, then apparently having summoned up the courage he removed his shirt, threw it in the locker before slowly peeling down his pants and stepping out of them. As he stood up straight again his huge cock swung pendulously from side to side above his hairy balls.

I could not help myself but to whistle appreciatively and mutter "You sure are a big boy!"

"I know, this is exactly what I meant" Jason responded prodding and poking at his developing beer belly.

I chuckled before saying "Okay your stomach could do with a little toning up but that wasn't what I was referring too...."

By now Jason had put on his Speedos but his ample package was still very evident for all to see (should they wish to look), he glanced over to me with a strange expression on his face before it lifted to be replaced by a smile and a slightly camp "All the girls say that!"

In a more serious tone he asked me to have a look at him and let him know what parts of his body I thought he needed to pay attention to and then did a slow pirouette with his arms lifted slightly. I deliberately took in every part of his body; his muscled hairy legs, slightly prominent beer belly, his hairy chest and arms were decently proportioned, his bum was masculine in it's squareness as was his jaw line. He wasn't classically handsome but all the same was very pleasing to the eye and was sporting a trendy haircut and razor thin goatee and beard. I was slightly envious of the fact that he could sport that style of beard due to the blackness of his hair whereas my hair had always been too pale a brown to carry off such styling, made all the worse by the increasingly common white hairs.

"All in all" I announced "you're not in bad shape, you've just got to lose that tummy of yours. Cutting out the beers and junk food along with some decent exercise should sort out in no time. Now shall we go for a swim before we get done for loitering?"

We spent the next hour in the main pool alternating between serious length swimming and getting our wind back breaks treading water and making small talk. By the end of the hour we were both exhausted and glad to stand for a few minutes under the invigorating hot showers. While we were towelling ourselves dry and dressing once more we talked more about the exercises he should be doing on his own.

"Well, what are you doing tomorrow for exercise?" Jason asked casually.

"Oh, I shall probably do a couple of laps of gently jogging around the park, but that will be all. Why? Would you care to join me?" I replied just as casually.

"Would you mind? I haven't done any jogging for years. Well not since school at least."

"Of course I don't mind. You know where I live, just call round, say 10.30am and I'll break you in gently, so to speak" I said with a smile.

"You're on! See you tomorrow then." Jason said clapping me on the shoulder and headed for the car park. 

I went in the opposite direction having walked to the leisure centre from home. Well, I only live a mile and a half from there; it seems crazy to drive that short distance to a place you're trying to get fit in! Twenty minutes later and I was back home again with my mind focused on locating all of the men's fitness magazines and books I had stashed around the flat and never quite got round to reading. If I am going to be a fitness coach I must at least sound like I know what I am talking about!

So my Friday night has not resulted in me being down the pub as usual talking to Tom and Mike in the Kings Head over a pint or two of beer, instead I have had my face stuck in umpteen magazines and books formulating a fitness routine for Jason.

SATURDAY 3RD APRIL 2010

Woke this morning bright and early with the sun streaming in through a chink in my curtains, lay there listening for a few minutes to the cheeping of a couple of sparrows on my bedroom window ledge before passing traffic drowned them out. Oh the joys of living in central London I thought to myself, one day I hope to be able to move out into the suburbs and away from the traffic and pollution. In the meantime I am enjoying the facilities and convenience that living here offers, who knows one day....

Having got up early I had time to enjoy a leisurely breakfast and pop down to the newsagents to fetch the daily newspaper. I was still reading it when there was a ring on the doorbell, leaving the paper open where it lay (to make it look more casual) I answered the door to a bright eyed and bushy tailed Jason, wearing jogging bottoms and sweatshirt, clearly raring to go.

"Come in, come in young man" I greeted him with a smile.

"Morning Sam, I hope I'm not too early."

"No you're right on time, I'm actually running a little behind time, so please make yourself comfortable while I just get my running gear on" I said as I wandered into my bedroom and retrieved a pair of shorts and a muscle top from my chest of drawers. I quickly shucked my tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt, throwing them on the bed and was in the middle of putting the muscle top on over my head when I heard Jason's voice close behind me asking if he could use the toilet before we go for our run.

Not turning round I said "Sure, of course you can. It's the door straight in front of you."

"Thanks." He replied.

Strange I thought; I'm sure he's been here before so he should know where the toilet is. Shrugging my shoulders I thought no more of it. I quickly pulled on my shorts and was tying up the laces of my running shoes when Jason returned. Without further ado we made our way out of the block of flats and over to the park where our run would start in earnest.

Poor old (or rather that should be 'young') Jason, he was clearly out of shape and by the second lap of the park he was flagging. I looked over at him, he was red faced, sweat was pouring down his face and his gelled crest was distinctly wilted, his shirt looked like it had been in a wet T-shirt contest. Finally the ordeal was over for him as we reached the park gates and I told him he could stop and take a breather. His expression was a picture, there he was totally exhausted and here was I nearly twice his age scarcely panting. 

"Let's go home Jason, you've earned a rest, how about you have a hot shower when we get back to sooth your tired muscles before we look at some exercises you can do before next weekend." I said as briskly as possible.

Jason didn't have the energy to say anything; he simply nodded, stood up straight and tried to match my pace as we made our way back to the flats.

In the bathroom I showed him how to operate the shower, where the soap, towels etc were kept and left him in peace while I laid out the light lunch I had prepared earlier on the kitchen table. I was just pouring the fruit juices out when I heard the noise of gently padding feet behind me, turning round I saw the naked frame of Jason walking in with just a towel wrapped round his waist, his lunchbox was making a distinctive bulge at the front.

"Does that feel better?" I asked, doing my best to keep my eyes off his crotch.

"Yes thanks, I almost feel ready to go again!"

"No I don't think so, one run per day is quite sufficient that is unless you wish to injure yourself. I thought we would have a light lunch and then I will show you those exercises before you leave." I said as I handed him a glass of apple juice.

"Sure, sounds good to me" he replied, making himself comfortable at the table and quickly started tucking into the salad and French bread.

When we'd eaten sufficiently I ran through the sit ups, press ups, squats and stretching exercises demonstrating each one to him. As I was showing him each one I got the distinct feeling his mind was elsewhere and asked him if this was the case. A little embarrassed he admitted he was a little distracted but wouldn't divulge any further information so I didn't press him as it was none of my business.

"Okay, let's see how much you have taken on board what I have said. Please join me down on the floor and I want you to do some press ups." I said in the best coach voice I could muster.

"I know how to do that." He responded.

"You might think you do but I want to be sure that you are doing it correctly."

With a sigh he laid down on the floor, feet towards me, head away and started to do a couple of press ups.

"No you're doing it wrong" I admonished him. "Your feet should be a foot apart to give yourself greater stability and place less strain on your wrists. Try it again please."

He did as requested and started once again, this time I had a good view between his legs and could see his balls swinging gently with each movement. I could just make out his cockhead hanging just below his balls. My cock twitched a little at the sight.

"Okay, that's fine. Now let's see you do some sit ups. I will hold your feet to provide you with stability, say do five for me."

Not saying anything, he simply sat in front of me with his feet flat on the floor; knees bent and then lay back on the floor with his hands behind his head. If I thought the previous view was good, then this one was fantastic! Jason's towel had slipped under gravity down from his knees to around his waist fully exposing his cock, balls and arse crack. I couldn't help but lick my lips in response. As he carried out the sit ups he kept his eyes focused on the wall behind my head, only when did he complete all five sit ups did he look down and realised that his towel had slipped exposing his assets.

"Sorry Sam, I didn't mean to give you an eyeful! It's my fault I should have got properly dressed and not been lazy by keeping just this towel on. I hope I didn't offend you in any way." He said as he quickly stood up and rearranged the towel to cover himself once more.

"Hell no!" I replied "I've seen it all before, both in the army and more recently in the prison service. Nakedness has never bothered me, don't give it another thought. I often walk round here naked when I'm alone, though not so often when I'm in company!"

"Cool! It's just that some people are bit stuffy when it comes to men's bits, for example my girlfriend. How she hates the sight of my bits on display except when we're having sex, says they're disgusting. Me, I can't see what's wrong with them personally."

"No, I can't say that they look wrong in anyway. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of, and if I remember correctly you didn't seem too averse to taking your kit off during the stag do!" I remarked with a chuckle.

"True. But it's amazing what a little bit of alcohol in your system can do for your courage! I hope you don't mind Sam but I really must be going now. It's nearly 2pm and I said I'd meet Kirsty at 2.30pm, if I'm not careful I'm going to be late and she doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"That's fine with me. I think to be honest we're just about done; I can see that you know what you're doing. Run along and get dressed, I don't want you to get into trouble on my part. Regarding ongoing training, how about we go swimming on Sundays and do jogging on Mondays and Thursdays. How does that sound?" I asked. "That way you get a couple of days rest in between each activity."

"You're the fitness boss. I'll do whatever you recommend." Jason replied as he hurriedly put on his rather damp and sweaty running gear.

"Next time we go running it might be worth bringing a change of clothing; that way you won't have to put on those rank sweaty clothes afterwards." I suggested.

"Good idea, I should have thought about that. Right oh, will do, I'll see you on Monday then? Will it be okay if I bring Aaron with me next time? It's just that he said if everything went well he would like to join us."

"Sure, more the merrier" I replied and shut the front door behind him.

MONDAY 5TH APRIL 2010

Dear diary, sorry about not writing an entry yesterday but nothing happened. Literally! It pissed down with rain all day, spent most of the day lounging around on the internet and watching old movies on the TV. Waste of a day, I guess but I enjoyed it in a way.....

Back to today, went for our planned jog round the park with Jason and Aaron. This time Jason was more prepared, they both had a change of clothing and like me they wore shorts and muscle vests for coolness. To be frank neither were particularly fit and this time they were exhausted after one lap, so we had a five minute break slowly walking before picking up the pace again. The dynamics with the three of us was different and I felt more like a father out with his two sons; slightly distanced as the two guys are such close mates.

Back at my flat we took it in turns to have showers. Jason went first, then Aaron and finally me. Jason, as ever took the lead by returning from the shower wearing just his towel as he had on Saturday. Aaron looked slightly surprised and looked at me in askance.




Diary of a Prison Officer Ch. 02



"It's fine by me, as I've already told Jason I run a relaxed house here so wear what you please or not as the case may be. Just do whatever you feel comfortable with" I said.

"You're cooler than dad you know." Aaron called out on the way to the bathroom.

"Really? I always thought Tom was a laid back guy." I said to Jason who by now was sprawled out in my arm chair. 

He must be comfortable in my presence I thought to myself because the position he has assumed leaves him totally open to view and he must know this. While the towel was still wrapped round his waist, one leg was draped over an arm and the other was lying straight ahead. His balls hung low almost touching the seat with his cock draped over one thigh held in place by the towel.

"He is, except when it comes to matters of the human body or sex, then he gets all prudish big time" he replied.

"Oh ok." Was all I said as I distracted myself with preparing lunch and drinks. 

By the time I had finished laying up the table Aaron had returned wearing a towel wrapped tightly round his waist and walked over to the window commenting on the views I have from the flat.

"As you're back now, I'm just going to have my shower. I'll be back in five."

Nearer ten minutes later I walked back into the room feeling refreshed and a lot more fragrant! Deciding to be one of the lads I also wore just a towel, after all I have to live up to the rules I had set out.

Sitting round the table, lunch was a relaxed affair, the main topic of conversation being Aaron's wedding, honeymoon and how they had been getting since their baby had been born two weeks earlier than expected. I wondered if Aaron's keenness for the keep fit was to get some 'me time' away from mum and baby. I kept this thought firmly to myself.

Two hours later I had my flat back to myself having arranged to meet them on Thursday evening for the next jogging session. I spent the rest of the day trying to get the image of Jason sprawled out in my chair out of my mind, it was a task I found very difficult!

TUESDAY 6TH APRIL 2010

First day back on the shop floor, so to speak, and it was all systems go from beginning to end. As ever we did hand over first catching up on events over the bank holiday weekend. It seems that on the whole the prison was quiet with the inmates being calmer; it might just be something to do with the fact that a large number of them had shot their loads either inside Jarek or over the shower floor. The only person who hadn't calmed down was Jarek, after spending most of Friday and Saturday inside his cell he had finally surfaced and kept asking when I was back on duty.

Despite being offered assistance by the other prison officers he wouldn't talk to them, insisting that he only wanted to talk to me. Flattering I'm sure, but I was a little apprehensive about what a previously angry young man wanted to say to me who's just been publicly fucked and fisted for two hours. Well he would just have to wait until the prison wing rounds had been completed.

Finally mid-morning I walked onto E-Wing with George and we went from cell to cell checking in on the inmates, I didn't see any sign of Jarek until I walked into his cell. He was lying sprawled out on his bed, naked obviously because this was now his permanent state of affairs, reading a girly magazine. He was surprised by our sudden arrival and looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"Come on Jarek, look lively" George boomed out "you know you have to stand to attention when your room is being checked."

"Er, do I have to Sir?" Jarek responded, flushed with embarrassment.

"Yes" was our simple answer.

Reluctantly he closed his magazine, climbed off his bed and stood up straight. The reason for his reluctance was obvious; he had a hard on which he was doing his best to cover up with his hands. Being the considerate people we are we chose to ignore this fact and proceeded to inspect his room. Once we were finished I turned to Jarek and asked him what he wanted to talk to me about.

"It's embarrassing Sir, is there anywhere I can talk to you in private?" Jarek asked.

"What's wrong with talking here?" I responded.

"Well, I need your advice and I want to show you something of a personal nature. You've been straight talking with me and I will trust what you say."

"Okay, let me finish the morning rounds, I'll then be back and we can talk in private in one of the interview rooms."

"Thanks Sir" 

With that George and I resumed our rounds which we completed without further incident. Before I collected Jarek I cleared it with Max to make sure that it was okay to use one of the medical interview rooms. His response was positive and appeared pleased that I had gained the confidence of a previously troublesome inmate, I was free to use any room that Richard wasn't planning to use.

With the formalities over with I went over to E-Wing and escorted Jarek back to the main building and into one of the spare interview rooms. My impression of him was although he was still clearly a force to be reckoned with judging by the other inmates' reactions, the angry fire burning in his eyes I had seen previously had gone. In its place was a concerned expression and just possibly a little bit of maturity.

Closing the door behind me I gestured for him to sit on the examination couch while I pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him assuming as relaxed a posture as possible.

"Right Jarek, how can I help you?"

Jarek made no immediate reply. He sat on the edge of the couch, legs slightly spread with his hands gripping his knees and feet gently swinging backwards and forwards. He studied his feet intently for a minute or two before looking up at me.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days, okay since my night in the stocks, and I have some questions I want answers to but I don't know where to look for them or who to ask."

"Well" I answered slowly. "How about asking me any question you might have. If I have the answer I will be honest with you, if not then I will investigate and come back to you. How does that sound?"

"Okay, I guess. The first question I have is; my girlfriend, Marita, has a visiting order and wants to see me but how can I let her see me like this? She will want to know why I'm naked while the other inmates are clothed. What am I supposed to tell her and how far do I go with the explanation?"

"I think you will find that when members of the public visit you will be provided with suitable clothing. In fact I am sure management have bought in specially designed boiler suits for inmates who have been permanently prohibited from having personal possessions. That way she'll be none the wiser and you won't have to tell her anything, unless you want to that is." I advised him.

"In what way are they special?"

"They are all in one and don't have any pockets into which items can be smuggled, if you catch my drift."

"Yeah yeah" Jarek sighed. "My next question is, after my night in the stocks, is that quits? When do I get my clothes back?"

"That's an easy question Jarek. You won't be getting your clothing back until the end of your prison sentence. You know from the rules. You lost the right to have clothing after your second infringement; you went on to commit two other infringements resulting in the stocks. The only time you will have any clothing will be for visitors."

"Mmm, shit. I thought that might be the answer." Jarek said scowling.

"How have you adjusted to being naked?" I asked, trying to get him to open up and express his inner feelings.

"At first I hated it, found it degrading and felt that everyone was laughing at me. It made me feel very angry and I wanted to fight anyone who reacted in any way to my nakedness. It is only during this weekend I have come to realise that it is only myself I have to blame for my predicament. I was given enough warnings and I chose to ignore them in my pride and bravado. Having been in the stocks and endured what I had to endure, my nakedness seems less significant now and something I am beginning to accept. To be honest I have other things on my mind."

"What things are those?" I asked becoming curious as to what those might be.

"During Thursday and Friday last week my arse and throat were very painful, I didn't want to eat or use the toilet it was that bad."

"Did you notice any bleeding?" I was now getting concerned.

"Not that I saw, if I had I would have called for the doctor straight away I can tell you. But by Saturday things were getting back to normal and Sunday everything was fine except for one thing."

"And what is that?"

"My turds are now like horse dollops and I'm sure my arsehole is bigger than it was before. I want you to check it for me to make sure that it is still in working order. I know I got fucked up the arse that night and I know some of the guys are pretty big but I've never heard of a guy's arse stretching so much just from being fucked!"

Well I had to smile to myself, he didn't have a clue that he had been fisted at all, no wonder he was surprised by the looseness of his hole!

"Regarding the size of your turds, it's probably a side effect of the stretching your rectum and anus recently experienced. As long as there's no bleeding when you go to the toilet then I wouldn't worry about it, you may find that they will shrink in size as your hole tightens up again. Have you tried pelvic floor exercises?" I asked trying to maintain a serious and concerned demeanour.

"I don't even know what they are" he replied, "nor do I know if my hole's working properly. Will you check it out for me please?"

"If that's what you want, then sure. Okay, let's do it. If you would please climb up on the couch, get on all fours with your head resting on your hands. While you do that I will get prepared."

"Yes Sir" was all he said in response.

Turning round I opened desk drawer and retrieved a box of latex gloves and a small can of Crisco. Slipping on a pair of gloves I opened the can of Crisco and turned back towards the couch to find that Jarek had obeyed my instructions and assumed the required position.

"Okay Jarek, I would like you to help me here. Please reach behind you and using both hands pull your cheeks apart, you may need to spread your legs a little to stabilise your position. It will make it easier for me to assess your hole."

Jarek made no comment but did as he was asked. It was a sight to behold, he arse cheeks glowed white under the harsh lighting. His balls swung freely and like his crack were virtually hairless. His cock was flaccid and diminutive in size; clearly he wasn't finding the situation erotic. I stepped up to the couch and took a closer look at his anus. It didn't take an expert to see that it had seen a lot of action! The hole was fully closed but the puckered skin was distinctly pink and enlarged.

I took a small glob of Crisco and smeared it all round the rim, already I could feel that the muscle tone was laxer than would normally be expected.

"Please try and relax, I'm about to assess your anus's elasticity. I will be as gentle as I can, let me know if it gets painful or uncomfortable." I said as I started to insert my index finger, up to the first knuckle to start off with.

Getting no response from Jarek or resistance from his ring I slowly and gently inserted the whole finger until it could go no further.



"How does that feel? Any discomfort?" I asked.

"Fine, no discomfort at all" came the calm reply.

I withdrew my finger and then introduced a second finger and inserted both fully with virtually no resistance; however I did notice he shifted his weight a little. Again I asked the same question and got the same answer, so I withdrew the two fingers and introduced a third having applied some more Crisco to his slightly open hole. As I pushed the three fingers in up to the hilt I saw him shift around again, not saying anything with my free hand I felt between his legs and found that his balls had tightened and his cock was now a raging hard on! Deciding he was enjoying it so far I took it to the next level. Again I withdrew the three fingers and started to introduce the fourth. 

As a method of distraction I said "I am very impressed with you Jarek, your whole attitude turnaround is remarkable considering what you were like when we had our first encounter in the Governor's office." All the time I was slowly pushing the fingers in deeper and deeper.

"What do you mean?" Came a slightly breathless reply.

"Well, for a start you were very unhappy with the thought of another man simply touching you let alone having anything as intrusive as this done. Today you seem very relaxed and are taking it in your stride. What's brought about this change in you?" 

By now all four fingers were in as far they could go, I let them rest there for a minute so he could adjust to the intrusion. 

"I dunno really. As you say at the beginning I found the very idea repulsive and against everything I have ever been taught. But having spoken to other guys and experienced things I didn't think possible my viewpoint has slowly shifted. What has surprised me the most is that some on the experiences are pleasurable, even this one I guess. Does this make me gay? Because I still fancy and miss Marita like crazy."

I withdrew the fingers and noted that the hole was slow to close; I smeared some more Crisco round the hole and plenty on the whole of my fist up to the wrist. In for a penny, in for a pound I thought to myself. I coned my fingers and thumb then gently started to push them inside. Again to keep up the distraction I hesitated as the fingers started to enter his hole before replying.

"I'm glad you're finding this pleasurable and I am close to letting you know the findings of my assessment. No, I don't think it makes you gay at all, simply more in tune with your body. I think it's important that you keep Marita close to your heart because you will need her when you are released. Now, tell me, are you feeling any discomfort?"

By now my hand was in up to the widest part of the hand, I stopped pushing while I awaited his answer and again to allow for its accommodation. 

"Umm, only a little, a bit like near the end of my time in the stocks. It doesn't hurt, I just feel full. Yeah that's it, like when you're bursting for a dump. I think I'm about to shoot my load any time soon. How many fingers have you got inside? I've lost count while we've been talking."

As he asked this question, his ring gave up its slight resistance and the whole of my hand slid smoothly inside until it was buried up to the wrist.

"Aaaaaargh! I'm cumming! Eeeeeergh!"

Jarek's cock shot three large globs of spunk over the couch, all the time his ring spasmed and gripped my wrist tightly. His body shook several times and then he slumped forward until he was lying flat on the couch. As my wrist was still being firmly gripped I had no choice but to go with him, finally the anal spasming eased off and so did his grip. Pulling my hand out slowly it exited with a quiet plop leaving a ruined hole behind. I unpeeled the gloves and threw them into the bin and wiped my wrists clean of a little bit Crisco and juice, then sat back down in the chair to wait for Jarek to come round from his dazed state.

After a minute or two he lifted his head and looked at me with slightly glazed eyes.

"Jeez, I haven't experienced an orgasm like that since the night in the stocks! Sorry about the mess Sir. Have you come to a conclusion about my hole and exactly how many fingers did you have up me? Was it two or three?"

"Hey, don't worry about making a mess" I replied "the couch cover can be washed later. I'm glad you enjoyed the experience, like I said before it's a real turn around as far as I'm concerned. In answer to your question, yes I have the results of my assessment and what can be done about it. As to how many fingers I used, it was more than three; in fact I was able to insert the whole hand." 

"What do you mean your whole hand? That's not possible! Are you really saying that you've been able to fist me? I've seen it done in a couple of blue movies but I always thought it was fake. Tell me you are kidding me, right?" Jarek fired at me all animated now.

"No I'm being completely serious. By the description you gave me towards the end of the assessment I strongly suspect that you were fisted during your time in the stocks, which is why your arse was so sore afterwards. Clearly no permanent damage has been done although there are obvious side effects which may be a good thing or not depending on your view point. There are a couple of exercises to tighten your anal ring if you wish or you can leave it as it is to allow easier entry in the future."

"I'm sorry Sir, but I really don't believe what you're saying is possible. It would surely have hurt me if you had; all I felt just now was a little discomfort but nothing more, then an incredible fullness before I orgasmed."

"Okay. I hear what you say but I have been honest with you. I'm going to ask you to do something, will you trust me? If you do as I say then you will have your proof."

"Yes Sir, of course I trust you."

"Right, get up on your knees facing away from me and put one of your hands behind your back." I instructed him.

Once he was in position I took hold of his hand and covered it liberally with Crisco, then brought his hand down to his crack, he had to twist slightly to do this but not very much.

"Next I want you to concentrate solely on the sensations received from your fingers, keep your anus relaxed at all times."

"Okay." Was all he said.

I coned his fingers for him and guided them towards his open hole and pushed them in until his first knuckles had disappeared.

"Now keep pushing your fingers in until you meet any resistance."

Looking at his hand I doubted if there would be any resistance as his hand was smaller than mine, sure enough, in less than a minute his hand had disappeared from sight up his rectum. He looked over his shoulder with a startled expression on his face, I noticed with a grin his other hand was at the front and was making jerking movements.

Within a few minutes his body was jerking and crying out he orgasmed for a second time. Once he had finished he pulled his hand out of his backside leaving a hole very slow to close. Grabbing a large wad of tissues I helped him clean himself all over until he was gleaming clean once more. His expression was hard to define; partly of satiation and partly of amazement.

"I believe you Sir, I apologise for having doubted you. Fuck, I can't believe how good that feels! I don't suppose there's any chance I could try it out on you is there?"

"In a word no, for several reasons; firstly, it wouldn't be ethical on a professional front. You came to me asking for advice and guidance, which I have given as your prison officer. To go along with your suggestion would cross the professional boundary and potentially cause both of us problems by blurring the basis of our relationship. Secondly, on a personal front, and this is to remain just between the two of us. I've only ever been fucked up the arse once and that was in the line of duty, so to speak." I replied a little gruffly.

"Sorry Sir, I didn't mean to speak out of turn, you don't have to give me an explanation after all I'm the inmate and you're the officer." Jarek said suddenly all petulant.

"Look there's no need to be like that. Personally I like you, but I think it's best to keep things simple and I am just being honest with you as I have always been throughout our interactions. Right back to business, now you know the reason for your hole's condition did you want to tighten it up or leave it be?" I asked.

"I think I'll leave it be for the time being if you don't mind, I can see that there may be some advantages to being able to accommodate large objects, at least I won't have to fear advances from any of the larger endowed prisoners!" he said with a chuckle before adding "Oh, and by the way it doesn't change how I feel about Marita you know."




Diary of a Prison Officer Ch. 02



"Of course not, now if that's everything I think it's time we got you back to your cell before they think you've done a runner."

With that I escorted him back to E-Wing and went for lunch, I was famished as well as parched (too much dribbling I think!). After lunch I submitted my report to Max detailing what had been said, what happened and the results before resuming my normal duties for the afternoon which passed without incident.

WEDNESDAY 7TH APRIL 2010

Dear diary, another interesting day at the office and one that has given me much to think about! This morning I turned up for work as normal, made myself a coffee and checked my pigeon hole for mail. Normally it is empty but this morning there was an official looking envelope with just my name on it. Sitting down on a nearby chair I tore open the envelope to see a note from Liam asking me to see him immediately at the beginning of my next shift.

Having spoken to George and asked him to go on the morning prison rounds without me (showing him the note as I did so) I made my way up to the Governor's office and knocked on the door wondering what he wanted to see me about.

"Come in!" called the familiar voice of Liam.

As I walked in and smiled in his direction he gestured for me to sit down at the desk in front of him, I was a little surprised to find that there was only the two of us in the room with no sign of Max or Adrian. When I made a comment to this effect I was told that this was a confidential meeting and was to be kept secret until a definite outcome had been reached. I was intrigued by this statement and asked him to elaborate.

"Okay Sam, I will explain. Do you remember the post-punishment meeting we had with Tyler? You do? Good. Well I've been doing a lot of thinking since then and the report you submitted to Max yesterday crystallised the matter for me and I've decided to put my plans into action but I wanted to run them past you for your input. I have decided to create the role of 'Volunteer Punisher', one for each wing, they will be responsible for the implementation of inmate punishment under the new rules introduced in March under the close supervision of the Volunteer Co-ordinator. It will serve two purposes, firstly it will free up our own officers and secondly it will lock our tougher prisoners into a role which should restrain their more unruly tendencies."

"Right Sir, but where do I fit in your plans and why do you need my input?" I asked, still none the wiser.

"Well, I am seriously considering making you the Volunteer Co-ordinator. If you are interested in this role I will elaborate further, there's no pressure but I am very impressed with your attitude and popularity with the inmates. I believe you are an ideal candidate."

"Thank you, it's fair to say that I am interested but what is involved and will it affect my normal duties?" I replied deep in thought.

"Once I have assessed your training needs and brought you up to speed, then you will be responsible for the selection, training and supervision of the volunteer punishers. You will also be responsible for their punishment should they break the rules of their roles. As you are no doubt aware the prison philosophy is to lead by example, so we will expect you to do so too. Your behaviour must be exemplary while on duty and be able to perform all the tasks you expect the inmates to do. I have drawn up for your reference a manual outlining the volunteer role and the sexual activities they will have to be adept at. As to it affecting your normal routines it is impossible to say at this stage as we have no idea about the amount of time the role will require. This is something we can assess as we go but there's no need to worry, we have no intention of overloading you!"

"Sounds good to me, I'd love the opportunity to increase my experience and value to the prison service so please count me in. Is there any chance of seeing the training manual?"

Beaming broadly Liam reached behind him and pushed a posh looking presentation black folder with my name on it, I guess they had every intention of me taking on the role. I guess my ambition must be a little predictable?! Opening the front cover I scanned the introduction and turned to the volunteer role section and started reading avidly. From the corner of my eye I could see Liam watching me with a slight smile on his face, ignoring it I carried on reading. I was intrigued to read that the volunteer's uniform was to be simply a red beret and a leather belt worn around the waist to which attaches two small tubes, one of KY and the other Crisco. No other items of clothing are permitted.

Looking up I asked "Will I be expected to wear this uniform and what about the inmates who are not permanently naked?"

"Absolutely not, your uniform is that of a prison officer, that doesn't change in any way. As to the inmates, if they want to be volunteers then they have to wear the uniform, there will be no exceptions on this point. The uniform is designed to set them apart from the other inmates, be distinctive but at the same time not give them too much authority. After all compared to prison officers and the majority of inmates they will still be virtually naked."

I nodded my understanding and carried on reading through the manual, I was just getting to the section about sexual activities when the phone rang breaking my concentration. Liam spoke on the phone for a couple of minutes, hung up and announced that events had overtaken us

"Please feel free to take the manual and read it at your leisure when you get home, but please keep it to yourself as the contents are confidential. I have scheduled your assessment for first thing tomorrow morning, I will get Max to reschedule your morning timetable to accommodate the assessment. Okay then? I'll see you tomorrow morning in Richard's consultation room"

With that the meeting was clearly over so I stood up, shook Liam's hand and made my exit with my folder under my arm. I discreetly put the folder into the boot of my car for reading when I get home and went back to work.

This evening I made myself comfortable and read the manual from cover to cover. It was very well written and covered all the areas I could think of when it came to the volunteers and the role. However when it came to the sexual activities expected to be carried out I couldn't believe what I was reading, it was very graphic and left nothing to the imagination! I must admit I was sporting a hard on until I remembered that Liam had told me that I would be expected to be an expert in all areas of the manual both on the giving and receiving as I would be training the volunteers.

Ho hum! I could always back out but that would be the coward's way, after all I have been happy to undertake some of the activities listed in the manual so why not go with the flow and see how far I can stretch my boundaries? Not only that, my standing in the eyes of Liam and his team would be diminished and possibly jeopardise my shining new career. I went to bed wondering what tomorrow would bring.

THURSDAY 8TH APRIL 2010

Oh diary, where do I begin? It has been one hell of a long and exhausting day. Starting at the beginning would be the best place I guess, here goes.

Got up early, showered and shaved in preparation for my assessment with Liam, had breakfast and got to work twenty minutes early. I clocked on, checked my pigeon hole and then made my way over to Richard's (the prison doctor) consultation room in the medical centre. Knocking on the door I waited for an answer as I could hear muted voices on the other side. Finally I heard a "come in" and I opened the door and went in to be greeted by Liam and Richard who were sitting round Richard's desk discussing what looked like a medical form much like we had completed for the inmates during the post punishment sessions.

"Ah do come in Sam, sit on the couch for a moment please while I explain what this morning's assessment is going to consist of" Liam said looking up from the paperwork.

I did as I was told without comment.

"Did you read the manual I gave you yesterday?" Liam asked.

"Yes Sir, from beginning to end. It certainly made for interesting reading and quite an eye opener!" I replied smiling.

"Indeed! I'm glad you liked it. Richard is going to do the usual medical checkups on you, we will then assess your body's capabilities so we can determine what exercises you will need to undertake in the following days. Okay so far? Good. As before all we ask is for you to trust us, follow instructions and know that whatever you are asked to do is for your own benefit. Right let's make a start. Firstly, would you please remove all of your clothing; you can place them on the chair in the corner and then stand facing us by the couch." Liam said with a deadpan face.

I remembered what he had been like during the interview process and how he could change from being affable one moment to very hard and stern in the blink of an eye. He wasn't the Governor of the prison for nothing! So without hesitation I disrobed as quickly and efficiently as possible, neatly placing my uniform and underwear where indicated. In less than two minutes I was standing in front of the couch, naked as the day that I was born with my hands behind my back (well I wanted to appear as relaxed as possible).

Richard then spent the next ten minutes going over my body with a fine tooth comb (I don't mean literally) noting down every statistic, measuring my heart rate, blood pressure, peak flow etc. You name it he checked it with great care and fed the results back to Liam who faithfully wrote them down on the form. When he was satisfied he left the room for a moment before returning with a familiar contraption. I gulped quietly to myself, it was the portable colonic irrigator and I had seen this device in operation only nine days ago on (or rather in) Jarek so I knew what was coming next!

"Sam" Richard said "please turn to face the couch and bend over resting your elbows on it, then spread your legs apart as far as is comfortable."

I did as I was told without saying anything, what was there to say?

Before long I felt greasy fingers feel between my cheeks and explore the length of my crack before finding their target, my anus. Then with one deft movement I felt a glob of grease being pushed inside and a couple of fingers massage my ring before they too were pushed up my rectum. I groaned in spite myself and was told by Liam to relax as much as possible, it would make it a lot easier for me if I did.

I was just getting used to the intrusion when I felt the fingers being removed to be replaced by the cold metal douching tube making my hole twitch in response. I looked over my shoulder out of curiosity; the tubing looked a lot smaller than it felt! Richard looked up at me and winked before returning his concentration to the task at hand. He switched the motor on and the irrigator started humming and vibrating, within seconds I felt warm water flow up into my rectum. Just when I started to feel full, the flow reversed and the water/faeces mixture left my body before the tube was pushed further up inside me, from the feel of it my inner ring had been breached and the tube travelled up into my bowels. It felt strange, not exactly painful but not comfortable either. I can only estimate that this went on for about fifteen minutes before Richard announced that the whole of the tubing had been inserted and no more faeces was coming out. He then slowly withdrew the tubing, I was relieved when it finally left and my hole was once more free to close up.

"Well done Sam, that went very smoothly" Liam announced, stepping over to me as Richard removed the machine from the room. "Now I would like you to climb up on the couch, lay on your back, bring your knees up to your chest and hold them in position using your arms."

"Yes Sir." I said and did as I was told.

"How are you feeling so far?" Liam asked as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves and started to grease them up.

"Okay, a little exposed. It's not the first time I've been in this position Sir, Richard can vouch for that." I said trying to sound as confident as possible and grinned in Richard's direction.

"He's right" Richard confirmed. "I had him like this just about a month ago in fact."

"Good. I am now going to assess your anal ring's tightness. You are of course familiar with the process because I know you have carried out those tests yourself on the inmates during the post-punishment assessments. I won't waste breath explaining them to you, I am going to get straight down to business, so nice steady breaths Sam, try to relax and enjoy the experience!" Liam said chuckling as he smoothly slid one finger up my exposed rectum.

I didn't actually find one finger uncomfortable; I guess being fucked by Sayeed put paid to being tight in a virginal way. I closed my eyes and practised relaxation methods in head which helped enormously when Liam inserted two fingers, there was distinctly less room available for them. He is skilled at his art I thought because I expected him to immediately try for three fingers but no, the two fingers slowly rotated and pushed in and out of my hole relaxing my ring remarkably quickly. As I felt three fingers attempt an entrance all thoughts of mantras and relaxation methods flew out of the window, I was now getting curious about the action going on at my backdoor. Lifting my head I looked between my knees to find that I couldn't see very much as my cock and balls were neatly blocking my view so I let my head fall back onto the couch. All the while those three fingers were rotating and pushing inwards but my ring was now at full stretch and I was groaning loudly in protest.

"How much have you got in there because I don't think I can take any more Sir" I asked with a slight trace of worry in my voice.

"I have currently got three fingers fully inserted but don't be alarmed I am stopping there, for today at least. We have a lot of work to do on your hole to get it in shape for the task ahead. There's just no way you can train the volunteers at present, this because you cannot demonstrate all of the techniques and you will risk serious injury if you attempt to. Starting from tomorrow morning, you are to come straight here at the beginning of each shift and we will start your training in earnest. Do you have any questions?" Liam asked as he withdrew his fingers, removed his gloves and wiped his hands on some tissue.

"No I don't think so." I replied quite truthfully.

"In that case, you're free to wipe yourself clean, get dressed and return to normal duties for the rest of the day. Don't forget Sam, none of this is to leak out yet." Liam announced all smiles now.

"Thank you, I won't forget." I replied rolling of the couch and walked rather stiffly over to the box of tissues to wipe my bum clean of all the grease before getting dressed as instructed. 

Back of the prison wing George tried fishing to find out what I had been doing but despite his best attempts I managed to avoid any slip ups and evaded his traps. Eventually he gave up and the day carried on as normal. At long last my shift was over and all I wanted to do was to have a long hot shower and vegetate in front of the TV with a beer or two or maybe surf the internet for an hour or two.

It wasn't until I was halfway home that I remembered that I was supposed to be going jogging with Aaron and Jason, damn! Perhaps they might cancel and I will still get to have my evening on the couch after all. No such luck! At 7.00pm on the dot there was a ring on the bell and I opened the door to be greeted by two grinning young men telling me I must be getting past it as I took so long to answer the door. Past it indeed! I'll show them I thought to myself. While they sat in the living room watching the TV I quickly got changed into my running gear, then we were off for a deliberately brisk jog twice round the park. Mission accomplished, I had two exhausted young men panting like there was no tomorrow by the end of the jog, while I had hardly broken into sweat.

"Never mind boys" I said with just a very slight smug tone in my voice "I'll get you as fit as an old man like me before much longer."

"Ha ha ha" was all they could manage between gasps for breath. Walking back to my flat we had to stop a couple of times due to cramps and stitches but eventually we got there and their mood lifted a little. As I turned the key in my door they were back to being their joking selves.

I let them shower first like I did on Monday, this time Aaron went first as he had to get home early to baby sit. By the time Jason returned from his shower with as usual a towel wrapped round his waist, Aaron was dressed and flying out the door with a "See you guys on Sunday at the Leisure Centre, bye!" 

I decided it was time for my shower and invited Jason to make himself comfortable while I took my shower, he accepted my invitation with a nod and sat down on the sofa with the TV remote control. Five minutes later I was in the shower soaped up and just about to rinse off when there was a knock on the bathroom door and before I could call out I heard the door open.

"Sorry Sam, I know you're having a shower and I really hate to invade your privacy but I'm bursting for a pee and I can't hold on any longer. Do you mind if I quickly use the loo? I won't be a minute." Jason said with a pleading tone in his voice.

What could I say? He was already in the room.

"Sure go ahead Jason. Just be careful where you look, you might see more than you want to!" I said trying to be as jovial as possible as I rinsed the soap out of my hair and eyes.

"Don't worry about me, I've seen loads of naked men, don't forget I've always played loads of team sports and you get to see plenty in the changing rooms afterwards."

I carried on rinsing off, I kept my eyes closed because I have this hatred of getting soap in my eyes (have had ever since I was a kid). By the time I turned the shower off I had expected the bathroom to be empty again, but no Jason was still very much present and was even offering me my towel! At a little loss for words I simply took the offered towel with a smile and started to dry myself off. There was little point in pretending modesty when he had just about seen everything there was to see. I couldn't help but have the feeling that he was enjoying seeing me naked so I asked him outright.

"Jason, do you always hang around in the bathroom when someone is having a shower?"

"Guilty your honour!" he said without hesitating. "Unlike Aaron's old man, mine is very liberal. Ever since a kid we, that is my dad and brothers, have always been very relaxed about our bodies, none of us think twice about walking into the bathroom when another is having a shower or using the loo. Okay with my mum it's a bit different but then she has her own en suite bathroom which makes things a lot easier. She's even used to us walking around the house naked, okay that's normally after a night on the tiles or during hot weather admittedly. I guess that is why I feel so comfortable here; you and dad are very similar in some ways. I hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable by acting like this and please don't say anything about this to Aaron because he wouldn't understand and he'd only get the wrong end of the stick."

"Fair enough, I hear what you're saying, however I would prefer that you be upfront about things like this, people can get the wrong idea you know." 

"Okay Sam, I hope I haven't offended you at all." Jason said contritely.

"Offended? No not at all. Surprised? Well, yes I guess so." I replied as casually as I could manage.

Well, I suppose I must be a bit of an exhibitionist (as if you hadn't guessed by now) and decided that I would play a game with Jason to see if my feelings were correct or if he was being totally genuine and innocent in his actions. Having towelled myself dry I sprayed some deodorant on and then walked out of the bathroom, still starkers heading towards the kitchen. Behind me I could hear Jason's footsteps following me not too far behind. Judging him to be visual range I opened the fridge door and reached in for a couple of cans of beer which were on the bottom shelf at the rear. In order to do this without crouching I had to spread my legs a little and bend at the waist, unfortunately this action exposed my hole and my tackle dangled nicely in the space between my thighs. I heard a stifled murmur so having hold on the cans I quickly stood upright and turned round in one smooth movement, catching Jason by surprise. There he stood, leaning against a work counter, feet crossed at the ankles, towel around his waist and just the beginnings of a tent pole!