…in the deep dark areas of the prison.
In prison, your neighborhood isnt a thing of choice, your roommate sure isnt! You cant control anything really. You cant dial 911! Even if youre raped and make the mistake of telling, your life is over. Its not as easy as yelling for help or telling a guard. Telling teen boys cumming snitching, screaming is snitching, and prison society doesnt have snitches. Bad things happen to snitches. Real bad things.
Its all supposed to be real organized. Its all supposed to be fair. Its only fair to the staff that actually plays a part in overseeing the prisons operations. The classification board consists of people with college educations that couldnt get a better job. They have a few empty beds to stick new arrivals in. It doesnt matter to them if they stick gifts for teen boys hot check free teen boys into an empty bed in a cell with a murderer. What matters to the classification board is 5pm and payday. They have a few empty beds, and they place the new arrivals in them. They dont rearrange the entire overcrowded prison everyday. Its a made up job that they perform. The board simply looks at teenage boys naked cells have empty bunks, and what new arrivals they have been made to deal with.
When it young nude gay teen boys Jasons turn to walk into the classification room, his legs were shaking, his fear was obvious. His file wasnt reviewed. There were a few empty cells in L Building and that were Jason was being sent. Jason did luck out a little, it was time for the classification staff to take lunch, and they didnt even bother to assign him to a job.
The entire 3 minutes that Jason spent in the classification room, he never even spoke. The staff never really looked at nudist teen boys scared 17…