IT WAS EARLY ON THE THIRD MORNING, where a group of twenty White boys in orange prison jumpsuits were gathering at the staging area. The Headbull was calling out their names from a clipboard — Reeves was among the ex-Wesleyan troublemaking class-clowns — Kiki-boy and Hank. He rarely spoke to them then, and even so now. Reeves later learned the calumny that those two morons had also spread rumours about his escape attempted with Joe — as the cause of the Wesleyan boys being condemned into Tombscradle.

The Wesleyans seem to be ebullience about the mystifying prison-project that they were about to partake, in which, nobody had yet been briefed about its details His mind was also now too preoccupied with what Washington's pilot project was about to happen once they reached the furthest medium-sized building, which the guards referred as the Auditorium. Reeves observed earlier, where a score of inmates that were leaving that building, and they were heading back to the staging area at the yard in a slow trot — accompanied by two armed guards, running along behind them.

Headbull Anderson called the name of one of the monk-boy behind him. Everyone was baffled when Doran stepped in to join the rest while wearing his blanket on top of his orange 'peel.'

Doran has altered the blanket from his cell to fit like a monk-robe — sacrificing the few of the rare amenities a prisoner could own — many other boys from the abbey would then follow his arcane action in later weeks, and they all stood out apart as monks in the big-yard — from the rest of the other inmates in Tombscradle.

The effectuated first-time sight of seeing Doran wrapped in a blanket was erroneous to Anderson. She pulled out her baton and gibed out ...

"What fucking fashion is this? Who do you think you fucking are, you man-bitch — are you now Paris-fucking-Hilton? What is this — explain to me now?"

Reeves sensed the monk was dissident and had an aberrant 'man on a mission' impression of a being since he met him — Reeves now anticipated trouble — but, hoped the bald-headed boy will not do anything foolish — like attack the senior guard as he did before in the Convent...

The bald-pated monk boldly replied back to Anderson...

"This is how my attire has been all my life at the monastery, Sir."

"But damn it, you have damaged prison-issued property, you fucking idiot — remove it now!"

But Doran beseeched further...

"Please Sir, I am trained to be a Catholic priest — let me be dressed in this manner —- which is appropriate to the sanctity of my Faith."

"Catholic priest, hah? (That is great), wear that shit then — for where you are going now, some Holy Water is needed there."

The guards beside Doran guffawed to the iconoclast Anderson — while the rest of the gathered boys looked equally puzzled for not getting the punch-line of the laughing women guards. The admissible Headbull Anderson was practically wiping her tears from her laughing out aloud. She turned to face her two equally amused guards and said...

"Go, take these fuckers to Auditorium and update me later on what went on there." She burst into snorting chortles again — foreboding the surprise that awaited the gullible monk.

Reeves and Doran ran abreast slowly with the score of White boys — two armed guards trailing from behind until they reached the Auditorium...

*

The inside of the edifice was a dark room with a single beam of light in the centre where a stern, tall nurse stood alongside with a very short, butch guard — Corporal Vinnie — whom everyone nicknamed the ribald pint-sized guard later as the 'Evil Midget' — because the nanus in the uniform was of the same height and built as most of the twelve-year-old boys in prison, but, she was vociferous — who walked around whipping a Calamus rotang cane in the air — it was tenable enough to scare the boys, and it also made up for the midget's lack of stature.

The White boys stood in a row with their backs on the wall in the darkened hall. Doran remained beside Reeves when the nurse introduced herself...

"I am Nurse Heller. We will be here to administer the collection of your semen every day,"

She held up a plastic vial for all the twelve-year-old to see...

"So it is important that you fill up one of these vials every day without fail. So, it is also suggested on the night before that — you don't masturbate or engage in any sexual activities amongst yourselves..."

Guard Vinnie parroted her own version of the same instruction in a slight nasal bantam voice.

"Yes, there are cameras everywhere from your cell to the showers — and those who are caught in any act of jerking off, giving head jobs and buggering asses — you will be severely punished! Is that clear?"

The undetected Kiki-boy and Hank were controlling their silence from the outbreak of laughter, in the darkened Auditorium; the Wesleyans were amused to all three aspects — of the content spoken, and the way it was animatedly delivered and mostly to the diminutive midget voice that recapitulated the Head-nurse's every verbal command.

Nurse Heller then further instructed. "Okay now, everyone remove your clothing." The Corporal aped louder again and cracked the cane in the air like a bull-whip...

"Quick now, drop your pants!"

Most of the boys look both confused and terrified, especially Doran. He whispered to Reeves...

"What's going on, Reeves?"

"I don't know — just follow what they say."

Everyone removed their prison attire in the dark. Heller's voice came in again next...

"Turn on the lights!"

The boys squinted at the brilliant stage lights, many covering their private parts with their palms — except for Kiki-Boy and Hank — who paraded their infinitesimal packages.

There was a movie projection screen on the wall behind the nurse — and in front of her were twenty life-sized sex dolls arranged in a row on the carpeted floor. The boys looked dumbfounded at the lifelike synthetic naked mannequins with legs parted — each clearly demoing its vagina.

Nurse Heller held up the vial again, pointed at a doll and spoke...

"Each of these dolls has a vial like this fitted inside and all you have to do is deposit your semen in the opening of the doll." Vinnie quickly added back. "Once you are done, you remain as you are and raise your hand up, and we will come over and inspect."

The reactions on the boys varied, where some were enthusiastic — and some loathed with uncertainty.

"Okay now step up forward to a doll in front of you and lie on top of it and wait for instruction."

Doran placed both hands on his forehead with his back plastered to the wall; he was about to cry when he looked at Reeves...

"I can't do it, I am a going to be a priest — I am not doing this!"

Before Reeves could answer, the nanus corporal's voice boomed...

"Oii! No talking at the back there — all of you fuckers get down on your dolls now!"

Out in the crowd, another voice protested — a gay Intersexual too got into a panic attack and cried out aloud — Reeves recognized the boy was also from Wesleyan — who moved in a different homophile crowd in school. Everyone's attention was on the gay-boy named Mara.

"I can't — I cannot do it!"

"What did you say!!?" Vinnie replied, pacing to the boy with the cane.

"I am a girl — I am a girl, I will not do it!"

The two armed female guards present there were laughing at the effeminate boy's inane drivel. Guard Vinnie slapped the hysterical boy and she yelled to his face...

"Stop 'illing' you confused piece of 'joto' shit! What do mean you are a girl? You got a dick like the shape of Florida, you freak-show — now get it hard!"

The epicene tween Intersexual was still maladjusted...

"I can't — and I will not!"

The midget kicked Mara down and clouted him several times with the cane — Doran was shaking all over from seeing the beatings — it reminded him of the coal cellar in the basement where his mentally ill mother flagellated him with a cane similarly until the skin of his back broke — while she bawled out during her yearly Good Friday exorcism routine. "You abomination, Jesus suffered and died for you, you demon from hell, leave this body now!"

The corporal whipped and dragged Mara by the hair — and threw the gay-boy on top one of the dolls. The smiles on Kiki and Hank now vanished — and they made a point to submissively take their instructions seriously in the presence of the Evil Midget.

They later learned in the big-yard that Corp. Vinnie was Capt. Olsen's cousin — and was part of brutal, Aryan Nation rotang-guards, who walked around caning everyone in the yard. It was also just recently that Vinnie was discriminatingly promoted to the rank of corporal — and to be Nurse Heller's assistant in the 'prison-milking' division, which was initiated by Washington.

Reeves clasped Doran's trembling shoulder when the monk was about to break down next.

"I am not doing it, I can't — I must get out of here..." Reeves firmly sounded back...

"Listen to me, Doran — they will whip you like that if you disobey."

Guard Vinnie turned to the voices, looking at the rest of the boys in a missionary-position on the sex dolls — except for the naked Reeves and Doran — who were still were standing near the back wall, with indecisive looks. Corporal Vinnie whipped the cane to the floor and pointed...

"Hey you two faggots, get down now — don't let me come there, and use this on you both!"

Reeves grabbed Doran and pushed him on the blond wigged doll — the monk-boy fell on and he unexpectedly kissed the synthetic face — Doran immediately palmed his mouth and exclaimed with a murmur...

"O Jesus, please forgive me, My Lord," he then looked away from the doll's sensual visage.

The lights dimmed to total darkness again.

Seconds later, the projection screen came thriving with a pornographic movie scene of a white couple copulating with pleasuring moans and cries. It was the first time most of the tween-boys saw a huge, adult-sized, male genial in a porn movie.

Vinnie's voice came on...

"Okay now, watch the flick — and get your stupid cocks busy."

Doran closed his eyes tight and started praying hard with Reeves beside him on the next doll. Reeves noticed that the monk was not following the given instructions — and he grabbed his shoulder again.

"Doran, do what they say!" Doran peeped up at the screen, and the actors on the screen were in the state of orgasmic ecstasy.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

Kiki-boy's yelps were in-sync to the porn actors on screen in the room — he set the first record for the Wesleyans — to be the first to climax in less than thirty seconds in his maiden participation of the semen-milking project.

*

The twenty boys were back wearing their prison peel-garb after their first-ever insemination routine in the Tombscradle's auditorium. Two female medical assistants were removing the vial and capping it — before handing it to the respective donor — the boys then walked to the auditorium main door where Nurse Heller sat at a small desk. She collected the vials and recorded in her logbook before she placed the vials in a portable cooler box.

Doran in his blanket-robe collected his vial from the medical assistant, while the second assistant cleaned the synthetic doll by spraying a can of disinfectant and wiping its genitalia with a short-handled mop.

The monk-boy in the blanket-robe walked up slowly behind the row with his head hung low — feeling terribly humiliated when his shaking hand passed the vial to Nurse Heller. It was filled almost to the brim.

Corporal Vinnie who was there mocked out...

"Good job Jesus-boy — your candlestick dick has ejaculated the most hot-wax in this group. Amen to that."

Both the iniquitous nurse and corporal laughed aloud.