Let me say right up front that I was a stupid little fuck following my pecker around and that even though I paid the ultimate price, everything that happened to me was my fault. She said she was nineteen, the same age as I. I looked young for my age, like maybe fifteen, so did she, but I didn’t doubt her. Big Mistake.

Tonya was a horny little bitch that couldn’t enough of my cock, and she probably spent what little time I wasn’t banging her reading trashy romance magazines. “Talk dirty to me,” she said one morning, “an article I read said that it’s supposed to be a real turn-on.” I did, and although it didn’t do anything for me she seemed to get off on that kind of stuff and it soon became routine for us.

“Okay Bitch, suck it, and don’t bite or I’ll cut your fucking throat,” I said, grabbing her ears and pulling her close.

“Please, don’t!” She protested, just like always. Later on, if I were a good boy, then she’d stick that long luxurious tongue of her is a place where it was never meant to go and she’d need no encouragement or dirty talk, but now, she had to act out her fantasy. “You’re too big! I can’t!” She said dramatically, then gave one of her best blowjobs ever, one that kept left me so engrossed that I wasn’t even aware that her older brother had entered the room or that he was packing a baseball bat.

I woke up in the hospital with the mother of all headaches. I must have lain there for over an hour afterwards before I figured out that my left wrist was cuffed to the frame of the bed and that there was a deputy guarding the door.

“He can have one of these every four hours for pain,” the doctor told the deputy the next day, “no more than that or he might become addicted. There doesn’t seem to be any damage other than the concussion, but if he has trouble with his balance or his vision, get him back here pronto.” The deputy acknowledged the doctor’s orders and buttoned my pain meds in his shirt pocket-that’s the last I’d see of them-and herded me to his cruiser for the ride to the Madison County Justice Center to await trial for first degree forcible sodomy of a minor.

In a way I was lucky: her brother had assumed that I was fifteen or sixteen years old, and if he had known that it was an adult messing with his sister he probably would have killed me. Yeah, lucky me. The State of Jefferson has no use for people convicted of forcible rape or sodomy, and the standard punishment for both crimes is castration and seven years hard labor in a prison camp. No anesthetic would be allowed for the procedure, and I would be without protection of the law during my incarceration. In other words, bed over Bud, ‘cause here it comes.

Sweet Sonya had sworn during deposition that I had presented myself as being sixteen years old and a sophomore at Bennings High School, and that we’d met at a party, and I’d taken her virginity and forced her to do despicable acts. All lies. She’d assured me that she was nineteen, a student at Shasta Community College, and was hot to trot, and by the way she fucked I was sure that her virginity had been long gone by the time she turned thirteen.

The assistant District attorney assigned to the case smelled a rat, and although obligated by law to prosecute the case he offered me a deal which my Public Defender urged me to accept: plead guilty to Statutory Corruption of a Minor, five years imprisonment with no mandatory castration. I didn’t like it, but it seemed like the best that I could do, and a week later was on my way to the Jefferson State Correction facility.

I was the only passenger in the prison transport van, and I’d expected the driver or guard to try and fuck with my head but neither said a word until we got to the State Prison. “You poor Bastard,” The driver said as the guard escorted me from the van.

My first stop was Intake Processing, where I was fingerprinted again and my identity verified, I was relieved of my County Jail jumpsuit, and my whole body photographed from front and rear and both sides. I was then led, still naked, into an examination room where an orderly drew a sample of my blood and I was made to squat on a low bench for a body cavity search. Next a doctor came in and took my blood pressure and listened to my heart and asked me a series of questions about my health and any medications that I may have been taking. He then pulled on a latex glove and had me pull my ‘skin back so he could take a close look at Johnson. I recoiled when he seized my balls, but his fingers were gentle as he rolled The Boys around checking for abnormalities. The physical ended with a prostate check. “You seem perfectly healthy,” he said after the finger wave, “have a seat on the table, we’re almost finished here.”

I sat on the edge of the table, somewhat self-conscious about being nude, my asshole feeling greasy, while he washed his hands and finished some paperwork. “From here you’ll be issued clothing and personal items, then you’ll spend the next few days in segregation until the results come back on your blood work. It’s the standard procedure. You’ll be safe in segregation,” he said, scanning my naked body, ‘”but after that, watch out.”

“Huh?” Jefferson prisons are supposed to be the safest in the country, and even as an inmate I was under the protection of the law.

“Wake up, Son, and face the facts,” he said. “You’re, shall we say, an attractive young man and your presence here has already been noted, and even as we speak part of your future is being decided. There are many men here who have shall we say, unfulfilled desires, right? Anyway, as soon as you join the general population you’ll be fair game for one or more of those men.” He paused for a second or two, seeking the correct words. “The system here will do what it can to protect you, but you can’t be monitored twenty four hours a day, so you should be prepared for what will eventually happen.”

“Huh?” I was still in a daze.

“You will probably first be forced show subservience, and that usually involves you, ah, orally copulating other prisoners. Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, my face getting hot and my dick shrinking at the thought of being forced to suck cocks.

“My advice would be don’t resist. I’ve been here long enough to see the damage they inflict on a weaker guy like you, and in the end they’ll prevail anyway. Also, whatever you do, don’t bite. That will go down as an assault by you and add years to your sentence, and will also result in the cons pulling your teeth out. I’ve seen it happen. Also, swallow; don’t spit it out or it will be taken as a sign of disrespect.

“Here.” He opened a cabinet door and removed a small container. “Apply this to your rectum before going to the shower. That’s where most of the assaults take place. It will feel much worse without the lubricant, and it will also make, ah, resolution faster for the guy, ah, assaulting you. Keep the stuff handy all the time and come and see me when you run out.” Ass lube? Fucking great. “Also, try to relax as he enters you- it won’t hurt so much. And after he starts, work with him-it’ll be over a lot sooner than if you just lay there and take it.”

I had just turned thirteen the last time I’d felt so embarrassed about my body. My aunt walked in on me while I was beating off and I had to sit there with my pants down for ten minutes while she stared at my deflating boner and railed about the despicable sin I’d just committed.

The doctor finished up and a guard escorted me, still naked, down a short hallway and into a room where an old guy spent a long time looking at my body before issuing me clothes, bedding, flip-flops, toiletries, and a towel “Wait until you get to your cell, son,” the guard said when I started to don the underwear. “Standard procedure.” He then led me out the door and down a long corridor of cellblocks. It was late by then and the other prisoners had already been locked down for the night.

“Attention on deck!” Someone shouted through a cell door, “Fresh young meat!”

“Fine, fine, fine!”

“You mine, boy.”

“Hey, me first. I’m already hard!”

“Got knee pads there, Boy?”

“Looka dat fine ass!”

“Come sit on my lap, you won’t slide off!”

My face got hotter with each step and I felt more insignificant with each jeer and by the time we reached my isolation cell it felt like my dick and balls had shrunk to nothing. “There’s one thing the doctor probably didn’t tell you,” The guard said, as the door electrically locked.

“Huh,” I said, pulling up my trousers.

“You’ll lose your balls.”

“My plea bargain was specific. All I got was five years.”

“It won’t be by the State,” he said. “The accusations and your trial and the plea bargain are all old news here, and quite a few people here have been patiently waiting for you and a few have their own ideas of true justice, perhaps helped a little by a generous contribution from the girl’s family. You see what I mean? Anyway when, I mean, if, that happens, do whatever you can to stop the bleeding. It’ll hurt like a bitch; they’ll make sure of that, but you’ll live.” He flashed a malicious smile and ambled away like a tired old flatfoot walking a beat, shooting the shit with some of the long-term cons that he’d gotten to know over the years.

I finished dressing and retreated to my bunk, pulled up the blanket, and slipped my hand inside my pants to fondle my balls. I rolled them around wondering what it would fell like not having them, how much it would hurt having them cut or torn off, and if the old turnkey had been telling the truth or maybe just fucking with my head. All three questions would soon be answered.