****** African Prison by tomwormy@yahoo.com ******
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African Prison


I am a 55-year-old, white, slightly overweight, shit-eating fag. I pay teenaged
boys to shit on me. But something that happened 30 years ago defined who I am
today. I think some of you will find it of interest.

It was 1971, and two buddies of mine, and I, were traveling in South Africa. We
were in Zaire, which is bordered by several countries, such as Congo, Angola,
Uganda, etc. It is right on the equator, and very hot.

We stopped at a restaurant and got some food and beer. I don't remember what we
ate, but we sure drank beer. We kept drinking beer and soon got a bit drunk.
The police showed up and we were arrested for being drunk in public. At the
police station we were informed that we were sentenced to one year in prison.
No trial, no lawyer, just arrested and sentenced the same day. We were all
separately taken away. I never saw my friends again.

I was whisked off to a jail about 100 miles from the border of Uganda. I was
straight away brought to meet the warden.

The warden did not waste time. In broken English he told me that as a white man
I could make some money for him as a prostitute. In return, I would be given my
own room, nutritious food, books to read, and would only need to see customers
twice a month. He also told me that I should know that the customers, both men
and women, would torture me as a prisoner, and most would use me as a toilet.
The other option was that I could join in regular prison life.

I told him not too politely that I wanted the regular prison life. Not a hard
choice, it had to beat his business arrangement. He said that would be fine,
but that he would check with me in two weeks to see if I wanted to change my
mind.

I was immediately taken into a room with three very muscular guards.

They told me to remove my clothes for a search. I didn't think that out of the
ordinary as this was a prison, but as it would turn out, it would be the last
time I saw clothing for a whole year.

They all grabbed me and pulled me over to a secured-to-the-floor table. I was
bent over the table and my ankles were tied to the table legs. My arms were
stretched down on the sides of the table, almost to the floor and were
handcuffed and secured to some eye-hooks that were on the floor.

My face was over a metal tray, that was attached to the table by two slots. One
guard pulled the tray out and left the room with it, and there was left a tray-
sized hole going down below my face with slots at various heights.

I was scared to death at my predicament. Then the guard that removed the tray
returned with the tray, and on the tray was a big piece of brown shit that
stunk so bad I gagged. He slid the tray in the slot at the top slot and my poor
face was right by the brown turd. I bent my head back up to keep from touching
the disgusting log. I told the guard that spoke broken English that there must
be a mistake, as I had told the warden that I did not want to do this. He
translated for the other two and they all burst into laughter.

The guard then told me that this was my breakfast, and the only daily meal I
would get from now on. I had better eat it and be gracious or suffer the
consequences.

I said, "Fuck You All!"

They laughed again and removed the tray from the top slot and then slid it into
the bottom slot so the shit was now about 15" below my face. The odor rose up
and filled my nostrils and it was so horrid smelling.

Then they hooked me up to seven electrical wire connections. All connected to a
black box with push buttons and dials on it. It was plugged into the wall.

First one- Taped to the end of my cock and the other end to my asshole.

Second one- Taped to my middle toe and the other one to my other foot's middle
toe.

Third one- Taped to my big toe and the other end to my heel.

Forth one- Taped to the big toe of my other foot and that heel.

Fifth one- Taped to my little finger and the other end to my shoulder.

Sixth one- Taped to my little finger of the other arm and that shoulder

Seventh one- Taped to both sides of my balls.

Then for at least the next hour they shocked me, at different levels and for
different periods of time. I was screaming loud and even passed out three
times. Each time I passed out they put smelling salts under my nose so I
wouldn't miss any of the fun. I hurt so bad!

Finally I was given another opportunity to eat my breakfast. After all that
pain, I went right to it, but vomited half way through. They laughed and said I
needed more motivation, as vomiting was not permitted, and repeated the same
electrical torture again.

When I was given another chance to eat the shit again, I did without vomiting
this time. I was at the lowest level of my life; I was eating shit and doing my
best to not do the normal thing, which would be vomit.

They then praised me and told me that had a reward for me.

I was immediately taken to a cell with 8 black inmates who had not showered for
two weeks and then had to service them all afternoon and night. The next
morning I was taken by the guards for more breakfast. This breakfast was two
turds.

That was my first two days in this jail, and believe me, it only got worse even
when I started to cooperate.

I will be happy to tell you all more about it if you all want me to.

Would also like to correspond with any of you that have served time in prison
in other countries.

And, don't forget I also pay teenaged boys to shit on me. If you are a teenaged
boy you can get lots of money from me.

Anyone that wants to can email me.

tomwormy@yahoo.com

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