To readers: This the conclusion of my first Nifty debut. I plan on writing other stories soon: some similar and some are very different. Thanks and watch out for more! Check out the story SAM!
Disclaimer: The following story contains gay adult sex action and themes. If you are offended, simply run away!
#3 the Final Installment:
Well I have finally had a chance to meet my secret crush-boy Steve, a fellow car mechanic assistant-- training in the same class. Steve is also a Jock cadet, and guard. He has been the one who held me down when I underwent Master's inspection enema. He sometimes sneaks me candy bars at yard time. He likes me because I am girly-voiced, and I have pretty hair. He is boring blond, small nose, well built, and blue eyes. His hair is crew cut short. He has a military commando vibe about him as if he's going to punch someone 24/7. He asks me about my feelings about being locked up. I told him awful,but it is a good way of reflecting on the reform process that doesn't reform. He slapped me! " Punk-you will be reformed trust me" Then he hugged me. I cried like a little boy because I though how stupid i was saying that. You see in this place--Jock cadets are the reformed boys ready for parole--but there function is to help/mentor/discipline/guard/over the inductee's In essence they are the young adult-prison guards. Steve was in for theft. One day in auto-garage class, I watched Steve bend over looking in the hood with a wrench, tightening a screw. He had grease all over his hands. He looked up noticed me staring at his ass. He pushed me up against the car, and traced his greasy finger down my work prison uniform/ and he poked my balls sharply "Staring gets you into trouble" My crush on him flatten me as I enjoyed the display of masculinity. Funny though Steve tried to imitate my girly voice when he said it. I poked a another guy in the shower Steve style when his kid grabbed the soap away from me. We have a funny relationship Love-hate duo I am luvvy, he is hatey and we fight each other down in the club room, a basement place where all the boys can get agressive for sport. We are separated into groups--the Jock cadets--the sissys--the bull dogs jock cadets--use suave moves and break dances the sissys use words and cat fights the bull dogs are the real violent ones. the winner can get smokes, the losers have to masterbate infront of Master-He is the program director chief in charge-inhouse disciplinarian-The Spanker.
#4 I miss my long hair--but I like being muscular. i guess my sexuality is confusing. I'll always be submissive.
Months later... I am now am official jock cadet--I will have my induction ceremony tommorrow--I can't wait!
It involves wearing a hitler-youth like costume and face the ultimate test of masculinity- endure the pain of Master's Spanking! a legend in the Camp's history-- Some boys have passed out, other release shit all over the place-the spanking is part one. Drinking your own cum is part two. I admit by the time i faced Master I was built and strong confident of enduring pain. Master's spanking was harsh as a iron hot flyswatter. I endured it by laughing and crying and exploding my cum in a special cup. I then had to stand naked infront of the fully uniformed jock guys and drink my semen. I did and charged all my strength into a sissy boy clad in white briefs who was part of part # 3 a new sissy was used to unleash my anger upon. I never punched so hard in my life. The poor boy screamed and cried. (I really felt bad)--this was the difficult part I had to fake my anger! I of course didn't really harm him with serious injury. The new sissy boy was stripped of his briefs by the jock boys who stuffed the in his mouth as they did to me preparing him for Master's antiseptic enema. After a great cheer and kiss from master, I dressed again and was told to help master with his new inductee. I held down the sissy boy this time as he squirmed with frightas Master's open his bum cheeks and anally probed. I help calm the sissy by whispering in his ears and massaging his back, soon Master's inserted the enema and filled the boy's bowels with hygenic water. I told him to keep a journal and he would be alright the reform wouldn't make him into a beast. Sometimes the reform program accidently made killers out of the Jock Cadets, in which they had to be locked up for life. Not all boys in this camp get there semen stored for Mars. Only the jock cadets who pass the chemical and DNA analysis. This is a secret that Steve told me, but it was also an excuse to draw semen from inductee's it. This may just be a rumour.
ONE Year Later: I am paroled and changed, but still sissy voiced, I met Steve on the outside, he found work as auto shop, I found work as a messenger. I have wore my hair short like a jock's for a while then grew it long again. I don't speak to my parents even though Mother apologized, heavily, though I know that was bullshit because she never visited me. Steve once a thief, now reformed worker found a boy friend. The sissy boy I held down was castrated into a neutered slave girl. after he threaten a Jock cadet's life-- and kept a journal. The sissy boy tried to blame me for the suggestion, which made Master even more angry. I felt confident with my masculinity, now to be a construction worker,that's what I do now. Sometimes I crave quick sex with Jason a fellow worker in the shower room, but he is a straight homophobic guy. My homo erotic drives swell and short circuited when I think back about my Spanking. I guess I'll always be submissive and sissy.