Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2015 23:19:42 +0100
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Juvenile Detention 7

JUVENILE DETENTION

Chapter 7 – The First Evening

Josh lay on his back, his legs raised and spread, tightly held by Andy to
allow him access to fuck Josh's butt. His head was tilted back to make it
easier for Chris to insert and pump his cock into Josh's mouth. It was not
the most comfortable position to be in, and Josh was to learn before he
came to the end of his sentence that there were better positions to be in
when being spit roasted. But there and then he did not know any better and
did not have a choice in the matter anyway.

As the pain in his butt eased he found it was easier to relax that part of
him, and with Andy's cock rubbing back and forth over his prostate and all
those nerve endings in the region, he was being stimulated in a way he
never had been before. The stimulation was enough that he would build up to
and have an orgasm without having his cock touched at all.

At the other end, Josh tried to move his tongue around the huge plug that
was forcing his mouth to open wider than even the dentist got it to but did
not have much success. Chris had told him to wrap his lips around his
teeth, which was a help for Chris as Josh's teeth would have skinned his
cock alive otherwise. However, as Josh listened to his instructions he was
able to work a bit of magic on Chris's cock with his tongue, and with Chris
pumping away they got the blow job working sufficiently for the desired
outcome. When the two older boys got their movements in sync, which meant
that they were not rocking Josh's body with each other's movements, it
accentuated the movement of their cocks inside Josh, helping to increase
the pleasure they were experiencing. This also made it easier on Josh, who
instinctively began to use his hands to feel Chris's body wherever he could
reach. His light caresses added to Chris's pleasure and helped to bring his
orgasm on quicker. Chris's body was a definite jism factory; he pumped a
lot of it into Josh's mouth, forcing him to swallow or drown.

Chris's orgasm began with virtually no warning. Chris did not change the
pace at which he fucked Josh's face, nor did he make any of the sounds
attributed to those having an orgasm. The only visible signs had been a
tightening of the scrotum and a tensing of his muscles. If his cock had
swelled a bit more it was not noticed by Josh. In fact none of the signs
were really noticed by Josh. His first indication was when a blast of warm
cum was chased across the roof of his mouth by Chris's cock as he pushed it
down towards the back of Josh's throat. Chris's spasms then came in quick
fire like a machine gun, pumping out relatively large amounts of cum. It
all had to go somewhere so Josh swallowed it, swallowing because it was a
natural reflex when his air passage got blocked and his body was calling
out for oxygen. As Josh swallowed he surprised himself, because he had
always thought that if he had to taste cum or go down on a girl he would
spend more time puking up in the bathroom than actually making love, but
here he was not only swallowing cum, he could taste it and had a cock in
his mouth adding to the cum he was swallowing and he actually was enjoying
it. He felt none of the aversion his mind had been telling him over the
years would be there. Far from being sickened, he was being pleasured.

That pleasure was underlined as Josh experienced his own orgasm, hands
free. Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for this. He had wanked at
least once nearly every day since he learned what jerking was all about and
done it more than once often enough to make his orgasm count higher than
once per day since puberty hit. But never before had he cum without his
cock being touched. And never before had he cum so hard. The first spurt
stung his chin, it hit so hard, and the next spurt went over his face as
the angle of his cock changed. And then he just continued to shoot far more
times than he would have had he been jerking himself. Usually the friction
against his sensitive cock head made him stop, but this time there was no
friction. With Andy still pumping into his bum and still massaging his
prostate, he stayed pulsing even once he was firing blanks.

Of course those pulses added to Andy's experience and brought his own
orgasm on with the tighter grip on his cock as Josh's sphincter muscle
clamped up with each spurt. But Andy had also been pumping into Josh's bum
for a while, which had encouraged Josh to produce a liberal quantity of
mucus. Mixed with the pre-cum Andy was supplying, that meant that he was
well lubed. The tightness only increased the pleasure and did not really
hamper the movement, bringing some exquisite feelings to Andy's cock and
causing his head to feel extra sensitive as it was forced out of its
foreskin cover on the in stroke. By the time Josh was firing blanks Andy
was going at the rate of a racing car piston, and nothing would have
stopped him achieving his goal. Drops of sweat began to fly off his body as
his nipples stood out of their own accord and his balls pulled up so tight
they were no longer swinging and slapping into Josh's butt cheeks. With a
loud grunt and some almighty shuddering jerks Andy rammed his cock as deep
as he could get into Josh's arse and let fire with the first blast of his
orgasm. This was followed with more spasmodic movements giving rise to the
use of the term `jerk' in this context as he emptied his cum into Josh's
chute.

Already Chris had sat back, letting his monster salami slide out of Josh's
mouth, which allowed Josh to realise just how much he had had to stretch
his jaw open. Pain seized his joints when he started to close his mouth and
savour the last of Chris's cum, which was still lining the inside of his
cheeks. Josh started to scrape up his own cum to taste that for the first
time in his life and noticed that it tasted slightly different to Chris's,
possibly because he had had a coke and nice sandwiches on the way to the
Academy, while all that Chris had had was academy slop. Chris, seeing what
Josh was doing, decided he wanted a taste too and leant forward over Josh
to lick some of Josh's cum off his torso before Josh could scrape it all up
for himself. Andy, on the other hand, was too spent to try and get in a
sampling. Instead he let his cock slip out of Josh's butt and then
collapsed forward onto the bed to lie beside Josh.

"Fuck me!" Andy huffed between pants. "That was an amazing fuck. One of the
best I have had."

"Josh, you had better go and sit on that toilet bowl and let his cum drain
out of you or we'll have a hard time getting this mattress ready for an
inspection," Chris advised, giving Josh a little shove.

Josh did not feel like moving, but he knew he also did not like the idea of
trying to clean the mattress, so he moved as quickly as his stiff and
aching body could make it to sit down on the cold porcelain of the toilet
bowl. This was another first for Josh as he had always had the use of a
toilet with a seat on it before. Even after his arrest and wait for the
trial he had still had seats on the toilets he had access to. As he lowered
his body onto it he could feel the blend of his and Andy's juices leaking
out of him. He also realised that he must still have a bit of an open hole
there as he was powerless to stop the mixture from taking the path gravity
forced it to.

Josh sat there for over ten minutes before he felt that there was nothing
more coming out. During this time he had a few things homosexual explained
to him. He and his mates at school had talked about it sometimes, usually
in a derogatory and mocking manner, but in this one day Josh had learnt
just how wrong he and his mates had really been. Josh had had his life-long
education on matters of being gay destroyed and rebuilt in a totally
different light. Andy and Chris then showed Josh how to get his butt over
the basin and wash himself rather than using any of their precious supply
of toilet paper. In this way they only had to share a few squares with him
to help him dry his butt and clean his own cum off his body. While they
were gathered at the basin, Chris and Andy brushed their teeth and gave
Josh some tooth paste to rub onto his teeth to help him feel a bit better
before going to sleep.

With all of that done there was not a lot of time left before the lights
would go out. The two older teens spent this time explaining some more of
Academy life to Josh.

"Part of your introduction to life here at the Academy is a sort of shock
treatment. This is why you are left naked to start with and for the first
night have no bedding. I would invite you to share my bed with me tonight
but that would get us both into trouble and probably several days in the
cooler each. So I am afraid you have to sleep as you are on top of the
mattress with nothing else to comfort you," Andy told him.

"Tomorrow night you will have bedding, but you might still end up not using
it if either of us decides to have you with us," Chris added. "And by the
way, it is us who decide, not you. You just obey."

"You will also eventually get to the point where you do not wake up when a
torch is shone on your face during the night. But that does take some
getting used to," Andy told him.

Suddenly a bell rang out and Chris said as he climbed back into his bunk,
"That means it is just two minutes to lights out. There are no second
warnings or anything like that. You are either ready and in bed or finish
getting ready and into bed in the dark. And notice there are no windows in
this block. We have no outside walls, so when the lights go off it is pitch
black in here. Hence the officers use torches when they do their rounds."

Andy also climbed into his bunk, leaving Josh sitting on the bed opposite
to where he had lost his cherry. Josh swung around, lifting his legs up
onto the mattress, and then he moved around to get himself lying on his
back with his arms folded under his bald head. This was the first time
since he had had his hair shaved off that he really was conscious of his
head being shaved along with the rest of his body. This set his mind to
thinking as he was plunged into absolute darkness, and what a lot he had to
think about!

So much had happened in this one day of his life. He had woken in a turmoil
of confusion, not knowing what lay ahead, and then got whisked off to court
without prior warning straight after his breakfast. Even when he was
sitting in the holding cell awaiting his time to appear in the dock he was
not sure that was what was going to happen, because no one would or could
tell him anything. Even his state appointed defence attorney had not come
to see him and brief him. Of course now he knew that there had been no need
for the lawyer to see him as he had no intention of defending Josh in any
case. It would appear that for the lawyer this was just a means to getting
a pay cheque at the end of the month, and the less work he had to do to
achieve that the better. So he had sat there for hours totally alone in a
room full of people, abandoned by all and sundry. Eventually he had been
called to the court room and escorted into the dock. He could see no sign
of any member of his family in the court room, and his lawyer did not even
turn in his seat to look at Josh as he was led in. There followed a farce
of a trial where Josh was not given a chance to speak for himself and was
handed down the sentence that put him where he was right then in the state
he was in right then too.

Totally deflated, he was returned to a cell where he waited in solitary
confinement without food or water. In the hours he had waited until Karl
and Joe arrived to take him on the journey to this, his home for the next
six months, he had resolved that he would do whatever it took to make his
stay as short as possible so that he could get back and somehow have his
day in court, to watch as those who should have helped him received their
reward for not doing their duty.

At least those two officers had shown him some compassion and understanding
and even said that they believed his story, which no one else had up to
that point. But a little over two hours later he was delivered into the
care of the Youth Correction Academy. There he had been treated more
harshly to start with, but learnt that was mainly from one warden who
seemed to think he had to prove something to the new inmates. What followed
then was, for Josh, something out of a movie. To be forced to strip and
hand over all your clothes and see them locked away in a basket, leaving
you naked and vulnerable was bad enough. But then he was shaved from his
head to his toes, front and back and made to get an erection but not given
the release of an orgasm. This was followed by that shower in full view of
the officer known as Steven. The walk to the cell block and being paraded
around to be viewed by every other inmate in that block. All this served to
strengthen his resolve.

If that were not enough, he got put into this cell with two older guys who
immediately started to have their own brand of fun with his body. `Fun'
that up to and until that day he had believed to be anathema. Something
that disgusted him and he detested, yet on this day he had learnt that is
was not all that bad after all. Having had all choice removed from him had
forced him to look at things a bit differently now that he had experienced
something he had never believed he would ever consent to. And yet there was
still more to come. Being led between the two rows of his fellow cell block
inmates, allowing them to have a quick look and feel as he passed
by. Eating a meal naked in front of a bunch of strangers. Being made to
stand up and turn around as if he was on some fashion show for some of
those same strangers to have a better look at what he had not revealed to
anyone else for several years. Being washed in a cold shower by two others
and then paraded before another officer for an unwitting offence. And
finally being fucked at both ends at the same time.

All this gave Josh a lot to think about. Some of it made his resolve to
work through anything that was thrown at him stronger, but some of it
increased his confusion, not least the fact that he had enjoyed the sexual
contact with Chris and Andy. More than that, he even wanted more. And now
as he lay there listening to his two cell mates breathing softly in their
sleep, his cock was rock hard and his right hand was gently stroking it as
his thoughts caused sleep to elude him.