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The Prison Screw

By Tony 

FORWORD.

The various stories that I would like to relate to you are all based upon fact, they cover episodes of my life, when I was serving in either, the Marines, Merchant Navy and the Prison Service, in England and other employment areas.

However there is also an element of Fantasy weaved into the story, I do hope that you will enjoy  travelling the world from your chair or being in a different scene with this mix of fact and fiction.

Another gay adventure-

TONY 

THE PRISON “SCREW”

The night  seem to pass so quick, and the new day brought me to a new career 

that I had signed up for, almost on a impulse.

I had spent nearly twelve years in the Merchant navy and I was keen to find 

employment ashore.

The thrill of travelling the world, was beginning to pall!

I rolled over on the sound of the alarm, but after five minutes it shrilled again

so there was no ignoring it.

I got up and came downstairs, and looked again at the advertisement in the “Titbits” magazine.

PAGE TWO

It extolled the virtues of joining the British Prison Service, and I had decided to 

apply for a position.

I was living at the time in Margate, which is near Canterbury in Kent, and my 

interview was arranged at Canterbury Prison., on that day at 10am.

No time to dally around, so I made sure that I put on boring white briefs as I 

knew that I would have to have a medical, I normally love to wear sexy silk 

briefs or satin ones and that always gave me a thrill.

Yes, I am “gay”, I had found out some years prior and enjoyed the freedom 

given to me while serving in the Merchant Navy.

Why you may ask , was I now entering a very macho world, where being gay as a 

Prison Officer would probably lead to that person being ostracised by the other 

officers and ridiculed by the prisoners.

Well I found that hard to answer, I had always liked to be in uniform, also I 

considered myself as a “leader”, the wages were good and I did need an new 

career, so why not!.

I showered and put on a suit, and I caught the bus to Canterbury, the year was 

1960.

The wind blew and it started to rain, a light rain, but with the wind it seemed to 

go straight through you.

The bus arrived at 9.15 am and I walked to the prison gate, when I arrived , I felt 

very apprehensive and walked up and down before I knocked at the small wicket 

gate set into the larger doors.

The door opened and a large prison officer said “Yes, can I help you?”


PAGE THREE.

I said “Yes, I have come for an interview” and I showed him the letter I had 

received from H.M. Prisons.

“Come in” he said, and I stepped through the small door and entered the gate 

area, I could now see that this area was secured by the large front gates and the 

inner barred gates.

There was a mirror set in the ground and one on the roof, and while standing 

there a vehicle was let into the secure area and one could check the underneath 

of the vehicle and the top without a problem.

The gatekeeper phoned the main building and a prison officer came over to the 


gate area to escort me into the main block.

When I entered the main block, I could see that there was about five levels of 

landings around the walls, and in the centre, there was a wire matting to prevent 

suicides.

The smell was very unique, it was a mixture of disinfectant and bodily smells not 

really very pleasant.

I also felt hundreds of eyes on me, and I found out later that prisoners are often 

the best Psychiatrists.

I climbed the stairs to the fourth level and went into a classroom, and the Prison 

Officer with me said” Please sit here, we will start shortly, I am waiting for four 

more applicants.”

After a short while, four more applicants joined me, and they were mostly ex- service.


PAGE FOUR

We had to fill out forms and then do an English and Maths test and then we were 

taken to the Prison Hospital for a Medical.

We waited for the results of all the tests and were told that we had passed the 

requirements so far and that we were to report the following day for further in 

house training.

I was pleased to finish the days events as I found them draining, and I walked 

out the gate area, wondering whether I was doing the right thing joining the 

Service.

The next day I arrived precisely at 09.00 and met with the other applicants one 

of them was about twenty and very nice looking, I smiled and he gave me a quick smile.


We were escorted into a training room on the ground floor close by the 

“Centre”.

The “Centre” was a glass office and officers could observe all the wings of the 

prison which radiated from it, from the one location.

This was normally manned by the Chief Officer and his assistant.

On entering the Training Room, an officer followed us and introduced himself.

“My name is Mr Jackson” and I am responsible for you for the seven weeks 

training that you will have here”. 

“ If you pass this training you will be sent to Wakefield in Yorkshire for eight 

weeks intensive training and then you will be allocated a prison or Borstal in 

either England or Wales”

PAGE FIVE

“In regard to your posting you can request a location but you may not be 

allocated to that prison initially.”

I was concerned at this news but decided to proceed.

Well during the seven weeks we had training, handling prisoners, and also 

learning about offences and the law and how to carry out Prison Officers duties 

in every aspect.

I passed this training and was given a rail pass to report to Wakefield Training 

Camp in Yorkshire, which was situated near the Prison.

The camp was originally an old Army Camp, consisting of “Nissan Huts” oval 

shaped huts made of corrugated iron and very bleak.

We were allocated to a hut and there were twenty beds per hut, I felt pretty 

depressed as the weather was cold and the facilities scarce.


We were called into the main hut, and the Commanding Officer told us that one 

hundred and seventy officers would commence training there and that normally 

only approximately two thirds passed the course.

This was a daunting prospect, would I pass? 

The main thing that I had to be very careful of, was to prevent my fellow trainees 

that I was gay!

In the next bed to me, was the young guy I had seen when I entered Canterbury 

Prison  on my first day.

I was pleased to see him and I introduced myself “Hi my name is Tony, I 

remember seeing you in Canterbury Prison”

PAGE SIX

“Yes I remember you, my name is Preston and it is good that we come from the 

same area.”

He gave me a shy smile and my heart jumped a little, I was so pleased that I had 

a very pleasant guy in the next bed, and I was determined to become good 

friends if possible.

During the following weeks we were really treated like Army recruits, constant 

training, marching, Civil Defence training, Judo and unarmed combat, learning 

the law and prison regulations.

Some days I was paired with Preston, especially when it came to Judo, when he 

grabbed me in a hold, I had an erection ,and I hoped that no one would notice.

Preston allowed his hands to often touch my hard cock, pretended it was an 

accident, I could hardly contain myself, but I had to, as I could not let the other 

trainees know how we felt about each other.

One weekend we were given an evening pass to go into Wakefield City, so I 

asked Preston if he would like to go to the movies with me.

I was so happy when he agreed, and that evening we got the bus to town, and 

went to the Capri Cinema.

Preston bought some chocolates.

I was really looking forward to the film and also being in close proximity to 

Preston, in the dark!!

The film was forgettable, but my blood pressure was really pumping, I allowed 

my knee to come into contact with Preston’s knee and he reciprocated, pushing hard against my leg.


PAGE SEVEN

I allowed my hand to reach across and placed it on his knee, and then slowly 

along his leg and into his crotch area!!

His cock was so hard, and I played with it a while, I could hear his heavy 

breathing, and with that, I started to open his zip, and slid my hand inside, my 

heart was really pumping and Preston moved in his seat to give me more room to 

play with his cock.

The cinema was showing two films, and for the entire time , both Preston and I 

took turns to hold and play with each others cocks.

What an evening!!

When the films finished, I said to Preston “I feel hungry mate, would you like to 

have some dinner with me?

“Great” said Preston and we walked down the high street and noticed a pleasant 

café, and we had a great meal together.

Preston queried me how long I had known I was gay, and I said” since I was 

sixteen, and he told me that he was the only son, and that this was the first time 

he had ever touched another guy.”

I was amazed and I told him “that it was nothing to be ashamed off but as we 

were both training for the Prison Service we must be very careful not to be 

“outed”

In the night time while we were in Wakefield, I would often wake up and look 

across to Preston’s bed and wish I could join him.

Occasionally he would wake up and see me looking at him and would smile 

gently back at me.

PAGE EIGHT

The training seemed to last for ever and was pretty grim, but I was happy within 

myself, knowing that my relationship with Preston was growing and that he had 

promised when we returned to Canterbury we would share many intimate 

moments together.

Great News, both Preston and I passed the final examination, and were posted 

back to Canterbury Prison.

I was pleased but also concerned, where would Preston and I be posted, from

Canterbury?

Please god let us not be separated, just as we had found each other.

We were called into the Governor’s office together and informed that we would 

be posted to Lewes prison near Brighton Sussex.

I gave a sigh of relief, Preston and I would be able to live together in Brighton, a 

very gay city and commute to Lewes.

That night Preston and I packed our bags and I drove to Brighton with him, and 

the first night we stayed in a large hotel as a treat.

We had a lovely meal in the main dining room and went up to our room.

It had a large king size bed, and was well furnished.

On entering the room I took Preston in my arms, and kissed him deeply, my 

tongue in his mouth, he had never been “French kissed” before.

I ran my hands down his trousers and felt his cock so hard it was almost 

bursting through his zip.

“My Dear Preston’ I said,” this is the start of a wonderful friendship, and 

tomorrow we will search for a flat together so that I can have you with me and share out life together”


PAGE NINE

Preston hugged me tightly, he had difficulty speaking but finally said, “ I am so 

happy that I met you Tony, and I want you to be my lover and friend.

We stripped off, and caressed each others bodies.

I quickly took off his boring white briefs, and put on him a  red satin pair of 

briefs, his cock pushing against the material.

He looked so sexy, I had found out that Preston also enjoyed sexy briefs and I 

said to him” that when were not on duty I would love him to wear them all the time.”

During the night, I prepared his pretty arse with a gel and I carefully inserted 

my cock into him, he took it well and I increased the stroke, all the time he was 

saying” yes fuck me”.

Well friends we shared our life together for many years, he was a wonderful 

lover and friend and looked very dashing in his uniform.

When I was patrolling the prison and saw him across the hall, I was so happy to have his love and friendship.

Unfortunately in 1989, Preston was attacked by a prisoner out of control and was stabbed in the heart.

I was devastated and could not be consoled, and for years after the event I thought that I would never have another relationship.

All I could see in my mind was Preston’s face and his wonderful smile.

How could I forget that…

THE END.

TONY

 

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