Fiction!

We arrived at the Police compound. Officer Campbell had me cuffed behind my back. He pulled my roughly into the main check in area. Sergeant Rizzo was there. He was big, hairy, muscular and mean looking!

"Here is the fucker driving without a license speeding!" Sgt. Rizzo got up from his chair and approached me. Officer Campbell grabbed me from behind and put his arm around my neck. Sgt. Rizzo spit on my face. "You belong to us now, fucker!" "Campbell, have Casey fill out the paper work and return the prisoner to me!" "Please Sir, let me just pay the fine, please?" "Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit, you are going to spending time here and you will be taught a lesson you will never forget, got it?"

I was brought down to "Incoming". After a quick session of questions, I was returned to the Sergeant. "here is how it works here shithead, you will be give a number and that is what you will respond to along with shithead, fucker, asshole, etcetera, you will wear your prison uni unless otherwise instructed, stripped or whatever condition you will be place in. You will address all staff as Sir, failure to do so will result in twenty lashes from the razor strip administered bare. You will be stripped, shaved and brought to the showers where you will be cleaned out. Then you will be dragged to Medical where you will be given a long intense physical examination by our Head Doctor and his assistants. What happens after that you will find out in due time. But remember this, you are here to be punished. How we adminster that punishment is totally up to us and how you respond. Do you understand?" "Yes sir, I understand Sir". "Good, take him to medical prep".
Campbell took a rough hold of my arm and pulled me down a series of hallways. I could hear faint screaming in the distance. I was horrified and shaking. "What's the matter boy, you afraid!" "Sir yes Sir!" "You should be!" "Your number is 880, remember it!" We enter a shower room with several showers, chains hanging from the ceiling, large metal hoses with various size attachments. I can see that these are used as shower sprays or enemas to clean your colon out for medical penetration. Two assistants come over and undo my handcuff. I am place down on a table and stripped. "You will not be needing these anymore!" I am not naked and pulled up and dragged across the cold wet floor to a shower. "Bend the fucker over and spread his ass!" The two push me at a ninety degree angle and the burly redhead forces my cheeks apart. A nozzle is attached to the shower. Warm water is running up into my bowels. "Keep it in 880!"
After a minute a bucket is shoved under my ass and I am allowed to expel the liquid. This is repeated again only with a thicker longer nozzle. Then again. Once flushed. I am given my orange prison uni to put on, am cuffed and taken back to Sergeant.

I am brought to a different room. Chairs and tables are spewn around the room, tufts of hair on the floor. I am forced down into a chair by two assistants. My wrists and ankles are restrained with rope, my mouth gagged with a ball gag, a blindfold is put on me and rope tied around my torso and thighs. I am sweating and almost in tears. "Shave the fucker's hair off!" Thirty seconds later I am shaved bald. A foot is jammed into my groin and my face is spat upon. "You are gonna love it here fucker." "We will be visiting your cell tonight, be nice and welcome us!" I am frightened for my life.

The flap in front of my uni is opened and my cock and balls are squeezed hard, my face slapped. I am sitting on a chair that has a hole in it. Suddenly without warning my butt flap is opened and a large object is jammed into my anus. I scream. The men are laughing, twisting my balls and fucking me with this large tube. "Get used to it, fucker!" This goes on for a half hour with various objects being inserted, riding crops used to beat my cock.

"Release him and flap him back up! Take him to medical and wait for me there!"

Two assistants pull me down two long dimly lit hallways. Again, I hear faint screams in the distance, and the sound of whipping. "That noise you here will be you soon enough fucker!" They laugh. I am ushered into a surprisingly clean room with a long table covered in medical instruments, tongs, speculums, nozzles, latex gloves, thermometers, piercing clips, small chains, rectal probes and pumps, prostate probes, mouth gags, hoods, dildoes, butt plugs, and electrical devices!!!! My worst fears have been realize. There is a table with several leather restraints, stirrups. "Strip 880 down and place him on the table sitting up."
The doctor is a tall lanky sexy man with steel cold green eyes and a leering look. He is about forty. He opens my mouth and shoves a tongue depressor in. Then he checks my reflexes, takes my blood pressure and shoves a thermometer in my mouth. Campbell enters. "Is he behaving?" "So far!" "Good!" The two assistants are laughing at me, winking and making kissing noises at me. "You are gonna be our bitch tonight, be ready!" "Let's get him off the table. Bend him over and spread his ass" A cold thick rectal thermometer is jammed inside. It is then twisted. I am then released. "I want the fucker on his back now!" The assistants grab me and slam me down on the cold steel table. The doctor walks over to the table, puts on some latex gloves and lubes his fingers. "Hold him boys!"