When the officer entered my cell, I pleaded,

"prisoner number two eighty one respectfully begs for water sir". 

"Denied, on your knees, hands behind your back two eighty one".

Officer S. stood before me, looking down at me and grinning, " I just had  myself a big, healthy crap and there's no shitpaper in the latrine stall, now I caint be getin' my clean shorts dirty, so, what you suppose I ought to do about this little problem?".

 I lowered my eyes to the filthy cell floor, and said ," I don't know bossman, I..."

before I could finish my sentence, Officer S. tossed his PR-24 down on my

cot, and moved back in front of me, slowly unbuckling his uniform pants and saying,   "Your gonna wipe my butt again prisoner, and I want it as clean as a new penny".

Officer S. turned around in front of me, I looked up his massive back on his solid six foot three, two hundred forty or fifty pound frame. He lowered his pants, and those size 40 fruit of the looms, revealing a pair of big, hairless Irish buns, bent over, and spread his cheeks apart with his huge hands.

   I could see a large pink pucker with a thick brown ring around it.

"Stick your tongue out and lap it clean, if it aint clean when I check it, you get the club".

 I moved my face closer, his rear was sweaty and funky, I started licking at the soft crap lined around the huge hole and the inner walls of his cheeks.

"Just like refried beans eh chico?" he chuckled.

I just kept licking his dirty asshole, remembering what would happen if I didn't do a good job.  Once the inner cheeks were clean, I slipped my brown tongue up the officers' asshole, and pressed my lips against his butt. As I pulled my tongue out, the big officer cracked a fart so loud I could feel a strong pungent  gust of air hit my face and up my nose.

"WHAT DO SAY WHEN AN OFFICER FARTS IN YOUR FACE CHICO!?!!"

   he growled at me.

"Thank you Mr. Correction Officer, sir." I said again in a low voice.

" The little black boy in the other block ate my hershey squirts last week, your gonna have to catch up with him". he teased again.

 I continued my rim job on the officer, and once again it contracted and dialated, this time a pencil thin ribbon of shit curled out, I quickly caught it with my tongue and choked it down so he would not see it. I slid my tongue up his greasy

hole again, sucking deeply.

  

He then stood up and said, "It better be clean boy".

He turned around facing me again, buckling up his pants. He looked down At me, his riot helmet blocking the single dim light bulb buzzing above him.

"You got crap all over your face again chico, that's a write up".

Officer S. then stepped up to me, pulling out a large, limp penis, "Open your bean hole josé, here's your water".

I opened my filthy mouth wide, and the officer took a long leak into my mouth.

 His strong urine filled my mouth twice, washing the filth down my throat.

After the officer finished his leak, he shook his penis, letting The droplets land on my face. He zipped up, and pulled a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket. The officer then stepped outside of my cell and returned with some heavy shackles. He put them on my ankles and my wrists. He then came around behind me and put his knee on my back, so that I was now bent foreward, he then locked the shackles together.

His full weight made me scream in pain, as he leaned on my back. The big cop came around front of me again, leaned down in front of me, and gently raised my chin up with his PR-24, I looked into his cold, steel blue eyes, "You make any complaints to the warden, and I'll drive this club so far up your ass you'll have trouble swallowin',  are we clear number two eighty one?".

"Y yes bossm..I mean..ugh..corrections..sir"

He stood up again slowly, "You're on punishment, no food trays tomorrow".

I looked up at him again, almost with tears in my eyes, he returned my look with a mean scowl, a stern look my father used to give me when I was in trouble.

I quickly lowered my eyes again, he turned around, walked out of the cell,

slamming the heavy iron door and then securing it.

After what seemed like several hours I rolled onto my side, still in the shackles. There were pains all over my body, and the taste of excrement still in my mouth made me retch.

I knew that Officer S. had gone home for the day, and there were eight other officers in the block I was in. They all knew they could abuse me at any time and however they saw fit.

My first experience with filth from the guards was probably during the first month of my incarceration.

'The Bone Crusher' is the name he is known as in the cellblock. A six footer, built like a line backer, from his olive colored skin, I'd say he was Mexican, he had a flat top haircut and a thick salt and pepper mustache. His uniform was always very clean, and perfectly pressed, the dedicated work of a prisoner who worked to please in the laundry block.

I had a visitation one morning from my girlfriend. The Bone Crusher came to my cell, strip searched me, and applied leg irons and waist cuffs. I thought I was being escorted to the visitation room, Instead I was taken to the guards latrine room.

My heart started pounding in fear of a beating from this sadistic guard.

Instead, he lead me to a toilet stall. I looked down into the bowl, and I quickly Turned my head away in disgust.

The big guard held my arms tightly just above the elbows, pushing me back and forcing me to my knees in front of the filled toilet. With my hands secured at my side, the big guard grabbed the back of my neck, and slowly pushed my head toward the opening of the commode. I tried to hold my breath, and my stomach was turning.

Inside the bowl, a huge turd, maybe a ten inches, floated in the yellow tinged water, along with a few smaller softer pieces. The odor stung my eyes.

A cigarette butt floated along side the turd.

My guard pushed down so my face was almost to the surface of the water, I strained my neck trying to resist, but his grip got even stronger as he spoke to me,

"Don’t fight me convict, you do that again and I'll see that you don’t live to see tomorrow. Now lap up some water", he said in a low growl. I obeyed. I slowly drank up some of the dirty water, the strong urine mixed with brown residue. I fought from throwing up.

"That’s a good doggie, now, get that little dumpling next to the butt, and eat it".

I scooped up the small piece of crap with my tongue, I managed to lift my head a little, I stared at the back lid of the toilet, hesitating. My tongue was quivering from holding It out for so long.

"Come on, get it down,…… you got a whole bowl to finish,….. come on, … SWALLOW!!"

I closed my eyes tightly and choked it down.

"Hey, looks like I got a shiteater here", the guard laughed as he straightened up a bit, then putting his knee on my back, to keep me in place. He reached around his back pocket and took out a pair of rubber gloves and put them on. 

 With gloved hands, the big guard pushed my head down again close to the shit, then reached into the toilet and carefully lifted the big turd out of the water, and held it right in front of my nose, waving it slowly so I could get the full aroma.

"Take a wiff of that boy. That things' been up my butt all night, and now your gonna get to eat some hot chorizo!!……….now open up prisoner!".

I obeyed the officer, opened my mouth wide, he slowly pushed the turd into my mouth a couple of inches, " Okay, boy, take a bite and swallow it…………yeah…. atta boy………………..get it all down……", he was almost whispering in my ear.

I chewed the bitter shit and swallowed, as my guard fed me a piece at a time.

After I had eaten several inches of the turd, the guard pulled it away from my face, And inspected it.

" That’s not a very good job, tomorrow we will start all over again!" he said , studying my disgusted reaction carefully.

The big officer stood up and brought the other eight inches of shit down on my head, and slowly ground it around my hair, then he concentrated on my face, smearing my cheeks and forehead, then finally shoving what was left into my mouth.

Another officer had been watching from a safe distance. He had a mirror in his hand, and stepped up to me, holding the mirror in front of my face.

"Now look at yourself boy", my guard said. "Not such a big shot anymore huh?".

The officer holding the mirror looked at me in disgust, "Fwhew", grabbing his nose and walking away.

My guard grabbed me by the arm and lifted me to my feet.

" Now lets go see your visitor".

The abuse seemed endless, and I could not stop it. This is my punishment for the life I used to lead. The money, the drugs, the women, and the power, all gone now.

Now I've been reduced to an animal. A guinea pig for any C.O. in this hellhole prison.

Help me.

 

The guards have made me lick their dirty footgear, lick the tire treads of the security trucks after they were driven over fresh horseshit, force me and other prisoners to work naked and shackled outdoors, so that others could see us.

One of the other humiliating 'games' some of the guards would play is the "guess game". The supervising officer would take you into a private room or cell and make you get on your knees. He would then turn around, bend over and push his butt up to your nose. You are then required to push your nose into the fabric of his uniform pants, into the crack, and wait. The officer will then begin farting. Depending on which officer it is, normally its one loud, ripe fart. Some of the guards keep you sniffing for several minutes, blowing out a series of farts. When they are finished, you are required to guess what the officer had to eat the day before. A wrong guess meant a write up, then the warden would review your mistake and assign a C.O. that would use your mouth as his toilet. 

Prisoners were required to consume all the waste that officer offered. Refusal to submit meant a stretch in solitary.

I heard that some guards would pick their noses and force the prisoner to eat it off their finger.

Prisoners licked smelly feet, toe jam, swallowed spit and hawkers, one of the guards used to bring in cans of dog food for 'his' cons.

One of the C.O.'s, nicknamed "Tex", enjoyed playing the guessing game with prisoners. An older veteran, Tex was tall and lean, but still very muscular. That heavy southern drawl rings in my ears,

" Its time to wipe ma' ass boy!" he would laugh.

Unlike the other guards, when Tex would present his rear to a face, he would also lower his pants and underwear. He says the reason inmates keep guessing wrong is because they have to smell through two layers of fabric. I know it just his excuse to get his asshole licked clean because he doesn’t like to wipe it. I know another inmate who looks foreword to serving big Tex. He says he has eaten Officer Tex's bowel movement three times in a week. Once I saw him running naked through the cell block with his face and entire head smeared with crap. I never saw why he was running or who he was running from.

Officer Tex likes to treat his prisoners like dogs.

One of OfficerS.'s drinking buddies, who is also a guard, Sgt. L. uses me often as well.

A big guard, reminds me of the ex-footbalball player Dick Butkis, likes for me to remove his riot boots, take off his smelly socks, and very carefully suck each of his toes. He rarely trims his toenails, so my job is to use my teeth to scrape underneath the nails and clear out the black toe jam. It took me a long time, (and several months in the hole) to get used to the stink of those size twelve's. 

   And before he urinates into my mouth, I am required to clean the head cheese from his penis. I tongue wipe his behind regularly. Usually he escorts me to the guards' latrine, has a crap, then has me lick him clean. When I'm finished, he also requires that I use toilet paper to 'dry' off his asshole from my spit.

Sgt. L. says he is going to get me thick iron collar to remind me of my status as prisoner.

Sgt. L. threatens me that one day I will have to swallow his diarrhea. He likes to see my reaction when he says things like that.

 

One day, both Officer S. and Sgt. L. burst into my cell, ready to play the guessing game.

" On your knees 281!!" Sgt. L. ordered.

I can always tell when they have been drinking the night before, because both men expel the nastiest beer farts I always dread. Some of the other officers who do not drink usually emit 'regular' farts. I'm ashamed knowing what an expert I've become with different mens' gas odors.

Sgt. L. was first, he stepped up to me, turned around and dropped his uniform pants,

bending over with his big behind in my face, the seat just about an inch away from my nose. I could see a long sweat stain with a faint skid mark going down the center of his worn out, white jockeys. I pressed my nose into those funky shorts and waited.

" This time you only get one guess chico, you better hope its right!", he said.

" Fire away Bill, I'm waitin' outside". The other guard said.

BBRRRRRRRRAAAAPP…!

Sgt. L. rattled off one of the smelliest beer fart I've ever had to inhale.

" Sheew, damn Bill, what the hell you been eatin'?!" S. said laughingly from outside the cell door.

With my nose still firmly planted, I snorted and sniffed the fart the way I was told, my head spinning, and my stomach turning.

Sgt. L. reached back and pulled his shorts down, his big, hairy crack was in my face.

He spread his cheeks open, showing me a dirty asshole.

"Clean it", he ordered. I obeyed, laundering his filthy butthole with my tongue.

When I finished the rim job, the Sergeant stood up and faced me.

" Okay pancho, what was it?"

But before I could say anything, he said "WRONG!" he growled. "But sir, I…..", he reached down and grabbed me by my throat, moved his face close to mine and said, " I said WRONG prisoner,your gonna eat a pound of my shit tomorrow, you better hope you guess right with the other officer, or you'll have two pounds of poop to chow on!", he hissed at me. He then let me loose and pulled up his pants.

" Alright Ed, our student is ready for his next test!" he said playfully.

Officer S. came in, unbuckled his pants and pulled them, along with his shorts, down around his knees. That familiar naked rump spread out in front of my nose,

" OK chico, you know the drill, and I wanna hear you snortin' it!"

I pushed my nose between the cheeks of his sticky crack, resting my nose against the asshole itself and waited.

BRRRRRAAAAAP…!!! Sniff, sniff, sniff.

"Ahhh……whew……………….ok 281 what was it?".

"Uh….steak and potatoes sir?", I said meekly.

"WRONG! It was chinese food………………..your gonna have military shit comin' out of yer ears boy!" he giggled.

After that session, I was slapped into manacles again, "No eats today 281, your gonna need room in your belly for two whole dumps tomorrow!" Sgt. L. said amusingly.

Both of the officers walked out of the cell in a cheerful mood, they teased each other about who's farts stunk up the cell the most.