Life changing crime Part 1Hello everyone! I will tell you a story that changed my life. It happend about an year ago, I was 21 years old, young man with dreams, nice family and a bright future. Everything was going perfecty. In fact my whole life until that moment was going perfectly.One day a friend of mine called me. He needed money to pay his semester in university. The money his parents gave him I was sure he lost gambling, but he was my friend so I wanted to help him. When we met I had the money to give him but he told me that this wasnt the reason he called. He wanted me to help him breaking into the university library and stealing some computers, which he could sell. At first I said no, but then he explained me he owned money to some dangerous people and they wanted them as soon as possible. I was really angry to him, but he was my friend so eventually i agreed. As you may guess eventually they got us. We went in arest and later after a fast process I got 2 years in jail and my friend got 5, cause he had other crimes done before. My parents were devastated. My father didnt talk to me, my mother was crying every time I was seeing her, so eventually my father forbid her from coming to visit me.I was depressed, angry and very very afraid. I was re-thinking everything I have done all my life and how with such a stupid mistake I ruined it. I almost didnt eat, lost weight. Didnt talk to anyone in the arrest. When I think now I think I didnt talk for 2 months maybe.Evetually I was moved to the prison – the real one. If I thought that the police arrest was bad, the prison was nightmare. There were guys two three times bigger than me. Most of them older. All of them looked like real criminals. And me, I had a slightly long brown hair that for my staying in the arrest became even longer, as I said I lost weight, I think I was 58-59 kilos. So compared to the men I met there I felt so small. I dont have significant facial hair,nor hair on my body, I had just some hairing on my genitals. So thinking about it now I looked like fresh meat for hungry b**sts in prison.My first day in prison was nightmare. We arrived in the morning with some other guys all of them bigger and older than me (my friend wasnt there, he went to another prison). When we enter in the main hall of the jail, all the prisoners were looking at us. I heard them whistling and shouting I couldn’t understand what were they saying I was shocked.After some instructions from the prison guards we went to our cells. It was a small room with 4 bads, a sink , table, some chairs, a toilet, some cupboards and a small TV. I was surprised there was Tv in prison. I had 2 roomates so there were two beds free. They were both bunk beds,I chose top floor but the men told me there are some parasites in the matress of the top one and thats why we are only three prisoners in our cell, when I asked why there are not changing it they started laughing and said nobody cares . I was lazy to swap the matresses so i just lyed on my bad and slept without talking with my new roomates anymore. The gouards knocking on the door woke me up. It was time for lunch. I sat on table together with my cellmates we had a simple chat, for my life out of here, why i am here ,ecc. They were mostly asking and I was answering shortly. I noticed a lot of people were looking at me while eating , but I thought its normal cause I am a new guy, a bit different looking(long hair, etc.).After lunch a big fat guy came to me. – Whats your name sweetie? he asked. -Angello. I said quietly looking down into the ground. -Nice name, would you mind If i call you Angellica? I think it siuts you better.I didnt say anything. I was so afraid.Everybody around started laughing I had watched movies for prisons and I knew what is happening with young weak bahis firmaları boys like me.In fact I thought about it and I had decided to cut my hair to look a bit more masculine.Then one of my cellmates intefere.-Easy Vito. He is in my cell ,he is my bitch.The fat guy looked angrily.- You already tryed him?-No, I am waiting for him to get a bit more comfortable. He just arrived. So get away, I told you he is my bitch.- I am not like that. I said. My voice was trembling. I was crying.Everybody laughed. A lot of people were gathered around us.-What? said Peter, my cellmate.-I am not gay! I said with a voice which sounded so weak and feminine comparing to the voices of the people I was talking to.Laugh.-Who said you are gey? – Pietro.-You said. You said I will be your bitch.-Yes. I will. I dont care if u consider yourself gay or bi or hetero. Look at yourself. Do you think u look lika a man?! You will be my sissy. I will fuck this hot ass .As he said that he dragged me to himself catching my wrist and squashed my ass. I tryed to push him but I couldnt. And then I did something I was sorrying a second later. I punched him in the face. His face didn’t even moved. Everybody stopped laughing.Th?re were two three seconds he was looking in my eyes. I was terrified. Then I felt his arms leaving me. And a moment later a slap on my face. I fall on the ground. Felt the taste of blood in my mouth. I stayed like this for few seconds and the the other cellmate – Johny took me on his arms(Pietro told him) and brought me to my cell. No guard did something.I didnt described you my cellates before so I will do it now. Pietro was a tall guy. maybe around 185. With a belly, but not fat. Big arms, big legs, very big neck. Shaved hair and a bit of beard. He had hair on his chest, legs and arms. His face had rettangular shape with very wide chin and big mouth, his ayes were small and eyebrows thick. The color of his hair was very dark almost black. His skin was slightly tanned. He had also tatoos but they werent something special, most of them were covered with body hair. He were usually wearing white tank and shorts( If some of you wonder – we didnt have prison uniform). My other cellmate – Johny, he was also taller but skinnier than Pietro. Later I understood he was gipsy. He had a lot of tattoos. Not a lot of body hair. Totaly black short hair. Moustache, very french looking. Very white teeth, few of them golden. Small head with big eyes. He was usually waring different sportsiuts. Never talked much. And never looked at me like other men in prison did.When Johny brought me to our I lied and started crying quietly. Pietro came. For few hours they were talking about football with Johny. Then he asked me.- How are u boy?- Im fine.-Turn around to see u.I turned.-Fuck. Your cheek is getting blue. Johny go ask the guard for some ice. I am really sorry. But it was stupid to hit me in front of everybody I had to hit you back. I realise it was maybe too much.- I am sorry.- I forgive you. Come I have some vodka. Do u want? We will tell the guards to bring us the dinner here (later I understood that in prison you can live like in hotel if you have enough money and power) You won’t feel the pain. And you will feel better. Come on. If you wanna be a man you should act like a man, come here.His last words hit me. I had to act like a man. I had to drink with him. To become his friend maybe.-OK.The vodka felt bad at the beggining but then it really made me feel better. The ice I put on my face calmed the bruice. Later he asked me to smoke some weed with him. I had done it at school and university so I accepted. After few minutes I was laughing on everything Johny and Pietro were saying. I felt really well, didnt care I was in prison. The guys were really kind. Then I dont remember kaçak iddaa what happend. I woke up maybe an hour or two later. I realised I couldnt move my body. Couldnt control my hands or legs. It felt like I didnt have body, but I felt my heart beating and I could open my eyes.When I open them I saw Pietro. He was on the top of me. My legs were on his sholders. His hand on my neck. His eys looking at mine. A slight smile on his face.He was fucking me. Now I felt his dick slipping in my ass.Felt my hole big and juicy. It was strange feeling. Not good, but not even bad, like tickling.I realised was breathing strangly, like these girls on porn.(huh, huh, huh, huh..) He stopped pumping me.- So you woke up, sissy. I told you I will fuck you ! All you sissyies are stupid. 1 hour after I told you I pump this ass you, you started drinking with me. But maybe you wanted it no?I started crying. Trying to move but i couldnt. What the fuck he gave me? Some kind of d**g?! I am so stupid. I started crying with slight voice coming out of my chest.-Don’t cry my dear. It is not your fault I would fuck you anyway. It just hapend the easy way. Now relax and enjoy it.I continued crying and in a moment I passed out again.When I woke up in the morning. I didnt remember where I am or what happend. Thought I am still in the Police arrest. But as soon as i turned over I saw the smile on the face of Pietro. I felt my analhole hurting.-Good morning beautiful. How are you?-…-Now I am your boyfriend so you should talk to me.I didnt respond again. -Ok . As you want. If you want to be alone be alone.We went for lunch. Everybody were looking at me again. The fat guy, Vito, came to me.-How are you sissy? I see you have bruice on your face. But its ok you are still beautiful. At least you will know how to treat the real men.How was you first night here? Are you still virgin? Or now you are a real woman now?I was looking down. Tears falling from my face.-Oooh, Pietro you tried that boypussy! How was it? Can I try it now?-Yes i did Vito. Not my bitch anymore.-Oh sweety. Pietro doesnt like you. I can be your daddy now? Do you want? – Vito approached me and started touching my hair.-What a beautiful hair you have. Snowwhite?! You are like Snowwhite. White face, dark hair, big red lips. I want this lips on my cock. Vito was holding now my chin and gave me a wet kiss.Ofcourse I tryed to push him, I couldnt, but I was afraid to hit again. The gourds gave us signal to go back in the cells.-See you tomorrow in the bathrooms sweetie. Prepare your sweethole.(We had baths every Wednesday and Sunday, It was Tuesday)I was horrified. Pietro fucked me already but I didnt feel it really as i was d**gged. Pietro-s voice dragged me out of my thoughts.- This Vito. He is a pig. Sadist. A guy he was fucking last year got mad and killed himself. He was humiliating him. I dont want to tell you all the story but it was ugly( later Pietro told me that Vito was filming all the humiliations with this poor guy – like fucking him with a stick or making him drink his urine, etc.And after uploding everything on the internet. When the guy had understood about that he had committed suicide)(Yes, they had also cellphones in this prison, the poor guy was filmed with cellphone)- I am afraid. I said. I dont want him to fuck me.- Well you dont want to be my girlfriend. I wont protect you.I didnt say anything. The dinner was even worse than the lunch. Knowing that Pietro doesnt protect me a lot of guys slapped my ass and even pushed their dicks out and slapped me while I was eating.I went to bed but I could sleep.I was trembling. On the bed next to mine was Pietro. We were watching each other.-Do you want me to come next to you? Are you cold?-I Feel cold. I dont kow why.-This sensitive skin. You are not used to such kaçak bahis conditions. And its just autumn in winter is worse. Do you want me to warm you up a bit? I can just lie next to you.I didnt say anything. I Just made him some space next to me. Johny was sleeping I could hear him snoring. Pietro came. The warmth of his body made me feel cosy. The smell of a man was making me feel secure, I even felt impulses in my penis, but didnt think about it much. He was so kind. The only person who was acting normal here. But i wasnt gay. I couldnt be his girlfriend. I fall asleep in few minutes listening to his calm breathing.I woke up. Mmmmm it was feeling good. Pietro was sucking my dick. But wait no I am not gay. I moved he looked at me. He was handsome, majestic, real man. I felt weak, small, feminine but good, I was feeling good, beautiful. I realised I liked it . I liked it to be the women, to be desired, to be sexy. My hole was pulsing. Its like Pietro felt it so he moved from my dick to my hole. He started making circles around it. Kissing it. Spreading my cheeks. I felt like a Goddess. He put his finger in me pulsing boypussy. I moaned – like a girl. I liked it and continued. I felt free. I was finally free. Soon his fingers were three and i was pushing my bottom on his fingers more and more.I felt wet. really wet down there. In this moment I didnt have dick and ass but a clit and a pussy. I was totaly a woman and Pietro was my man.Then he stopped. Turned me over so i lied on my belly and made me put some cushions under it. Like this my pussy was 100% avaiable to fuck . I felt so sexy. He lied over me. His big dick between my cheeks. He started moving up and down and talking on my ear.-Do you ike it baby?-Yes, I love it.-I told you. You will be my bitch. Do you like being my bitch?-Yes.-Yes what?-Yes I like being your bitch.-Call me daddy!-Yes daddy.-Do you want me to fuck you sweetie?-Yes daddy I want you to fuck me!-How?-I want you to fuck me as hard as you can daddy. In this moment I heard my voice. I realised it wasnt my old voice anymore. It was a girly voice. Very deep, feminine voice, trembling from the excitement.Pietro stopped rubbing his dick between my cheeks and pushed in my hole. I moaned. There was pain. JBut mucj more pleasure. He started pushing slowly I was fealing every inch of his big dick. His veins and bumps and lumps. Everything. When he was all in I felt complete. I felt his ball on my clit. I felt another impulse it was like electricity.His big balls ware covering totaly mi clit. He started fucking me. At first slowly then faster and faster. His balls splashing my clit and his dick pumping my ass. I was in paradice. I cummed 2-3 times at once. It was the longest orgasm I ever had. When he was finishing he turned me over and started fucking me in my mouth. It was first time I saw his dick. Seeing was as spectacular as feeling it maybe even more. I completely realised his size. His dick was about looked enourmous long but the impressing thind was his thickness it looked like a bottle of mineral water. I dont know how I took it in my ass, maybe because I was so aroused( later he told me the night he drygged me he streched it with a plug and also the d**gged helped)His balls were also so big. I looked like mandarins.He was fucking me hard in my mouth. I was barely breathing. I was looking up at him. His wide chest was looking even bigger from down there. His face was exsited, his cheeks blushed. He was keeping my hair with one hand and slaping my cheeks (on the face) with the other. At the end he just started cuming and I started swallowing but i could not take everything, it felt out of my mouth, on my chest. The smell of sperm is something I loved since that moment . I started slaping my face with his dick. Kissing it and the big balls .I was feeling so sexy. He was smiling at me.To be continued…The story is real. I stayed for 8 months in prison so we had some really nice stories with Pietro. When I have time I will tell you more.