Sometimes I start analyzing the situation, I start looking at the picture from all types of angles, and I start thinking, Why me? Why am I so weak? I just need to move forward. I think, If I had only listened to my grandmother and stayed out of trouble, I wouldn't have gotten into this. Tougher still is the struggle to move past the shame and guilt. And the nightmares of being raped persist. I'm always very aware of my surroundings. I spend my days working as a youth counselor and hope to start a nonprofit organization. I'm getting counseling and the medical attention I need. I was released to a halfway house in December and now live in my own apartment as I try to move my life forward. And for the first time since my ordeal began eighteen months earlier, I was put in safekeeping. They flew to the prison and contacted the prison director. I was suicidal.Īt last, I wrote the ACLU and told them I wanted to kill myself. Eventually I couldn't face the constant humiliation anymore. They told me to "fight or fuck." The rape continued. This isnt to say that you can only attract a guy if you look good. Hold these poses for about 2 minutes before going out to the bars (or doing anything stressful). They told me that because I was a homosexual, it didn't matter. Stretch out in your seat or cross your legs and put your hands behind your head. Each time I was met with deaf ears and laughter. I pleaded with the guards, the warden, and the classification committee time and again for safekeeping. At the next building it was the Akin Soldiers. Eventually I was moved to another building. The going rate was five or ten dollars in commissary a fuck. They did it in cells, in the shower, on the stairs. They made me perform sex with dozens of other inmates - white gangs, Mexican gangs, black gangs. When I was finally transferred to a different cell block, I was told by Cliff Brown that he and his gang had "bought" me. Jack is a normal boy, well, not normal, he is a Neko, living a normal life. Adventure Romance Love Gay Neko Kiss Cute Cat Boyxboy Malexmale Master Slave. Are you the one JanuKing Elias of Arendelle. Eventually he demanded that I have sex with his friends, who took to calling me "Coco." When a different sex slave was badly beaten for refusing sex, he said the same thing would happen to me if I didn't comply. (GAY LOVE STORY, DONT LIKE DONT READ) Add to library 15 Discussion 1 Suggest tags. Then he would force me to clean his cell, make his bed, or cook food for him. Ramos would rape me once, twice, sometimes three times a day. And other inmates didn't dare touch me without clearing it first with my owner. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is going to be with whom. What most people don't understand is that rape in prison isn't like it is on the outside. Thus began my life as a prison sex slave. I'm like 'Bro, I just need to shower I don't need a locker or a room.' The asshole was like 'Sure, that's what everybody says but you need to get a locker or I can't let you in.' I comply 'Whatever man,' and hand him the money. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Well I walk in the door and the dude at the booth tells me it's fifteen bucks for a locker and thirty if I wanted a room.
Soon after coming to Allred prison in Texas, Bret Ramos claimed me as his own. By Roderick Johnson, 35, as told to Tyler Cabot