Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2016 20:10:11 -0700 From: Rick DeDikke Subject: juvie-guard-bitch Juvie Guard Bitch By Rick the Dick ----------------- Well, technically it wasn't a juvenile prison, as my government can't send kids under 13 to prison. It was called a "children's home," a place where troubled kids, kids convicted of crimes, orphaned kids, or kids taken from their parents by the state would live and receive education and proper counseling. And technically I wasn't a guard, but a "dorm counselor." The reality, though, was the facility I worked at held the kids who had behavior problems in the foster system or at the regular childrens' homes, and pretty much any kid convicted of serious crimes by the courts. Unlike the other childrens' homes, we had barbed wire surrounding the whole campus, and the "bedroom" doors were usually kept locked. And I certainly was no counselor. My formal training consisted of watching a video on how to take down and safely restrain an out-of-control child until he calmed down. Also they gave me a photocopied list of about 10 "do's and don'ts." From there I was thrown into the cage to shadow an experienced counselor for a week to learn the processes and rules. That was it. Really I was nothing more than a prison guard. I quickly found out the facility was chronically understaffed and there was basically no supervision of the counselors. The dorm building held 6-12 year olds and was divided into three floors each with three "suites." The lowest floor held 6-10 year olds mostly, then the middle floor were 10-12 year olds who were more timid or well- behaved. They put me on the top floor with the biggest and more aggressive/hard to handle kids (mostly 11 and 12 but some 10 year olds) because they had few male counselors and just automatically put men up there regardless of experience. The counselors on the lower floor were almost all females even though it was an all-boys dorm. I had expected a wild prison-like environment, but was surprised at how things seemed to be pretty under control, despite the lack of supervision from above. The other thing I noticed right away was how healthy and athletic all the boys looked. Their bodies were very well toned, and many of them even had visible muscle mass despite only being 11 or 12. I soon learned it was because they put them through vigorous exercise and athletic activities after school to "burn" off all their energy which made them easier to handle in the evenings. Smart! But wow, it also meant hot little bodies everywhere I looked. On my first day on the job shadowing the counselor I was replacing (Mike), all the boys in the suite of course wanted to know about this new guy, and immediately started teasing and probing to find my weaknesses. I felt surrounded by sharks even though they were mostly 12 year old kids, none of them over 90 pounds in weight, yet I still felt intimidated. I think they sensed I was not at all "street wise." Mike sensed it too and in private asked if I really wanted to work there. He said some of those kids can get really nasty if you're not careful, and they will try to manipulate and con you. Once you lose control, he said, they run the show and the job will be miserable. He said they can also get "pretty perverted" and I needed to be comfortable dealing with that. Of course, I immediately perked up, wanting to hear more about these "perverted" 10-12 year olds, but he just left it at that. I couldn't ask him to elaborate, but the thought of those hot little bodies doing - perverted stuff - made my heart race. He didn't need to elaborate because I found out soon enough. That first evening, the first incident happened at shower time. The suite had six cells (err, "bedrooms") each supposed to hold one boy but some had two. That was along a hallway, and at the end was a standard "home style" bathroom with sink, toilet and shower. There were 10 boys in my suite and they'd rotate through using the shower on shower days, one at a time. The rule was they were supposed to lather up, then stick just their head out the door and yell "shower check!" The counselor was supposed to check that they're soapy and would mark them as showered. That process kept their "privacy" and would ensure they weren't faking showering behind the closed door. Mike though always sat in the counselor's office and rarely went out unless there was some kind of trouble. The counselor's office (and counselor's bedroom and bathroom) was at the other end of the hallway and sort of around the corner, so the bathroom wasn't visible from there. On Mike's shift the boys would have to come out of the bathroom naked (which they didn't seem to mind) and turn the corner so Mike could see. I got a few nice eyefuls that first evening, although they were at the other end of the hall so I couldn't see much. One boy though shouted "shower check" and didn't appear. Mike shouted back "I know what you're doing, Marco! Don't do this shit just because Rick's here. Come around" (the corner). Marco was a small 12 year old, maybe of Puerto Rican or Dominican descent. He had a hot little athletic body like the other boys, a high husky voice, and was quick to smile. He may have been small, but nobody ever bullied him probably because of his quick temper and crazy look he would get in his eyes when provoked. "I can't, I need help. Tell Rick to help me." I almost leaped out of my chair because I was dying to see that hot little stud nude, and muttered something about not minding and I would go see what's up. Mike chuckled and said "No, don't. It's a game he does..." I almost gasped, but managed to squeak "Really, I don't mind," and started out of the office. Mike was about to stop me but instead chuckled again and gestured me on. "Yea, okay," he grinned. "You need to learn." I didn't know what he meant by that, but I got to the bathroom and poked my head in. Marco was standing outside the shower, facing me, and was properly soaped up. He also had a giant erection and was jacking it with his fist with a big, evil, wide-eyed grin. My eyes gravitated to his cock and my jaw probably dropped. I think that made Marco jack even faster. I was stunned at this tiny 12 year old's body. He could have easily passed for 10 -- he was about 70 or 75 pounds, small, slender, but very toned on his chest. He also had pretty defined biceps for a boy that small, which I noticed would curl up into a hard little ball every time he brought his fist up. But most of all was his cock, which was clearly early-pubertal and I dare to say "close to man-sized." I couldn't tell if he had hair (his groin was covered in soap) but he clearly had an adolescent's cock. His whole fist was wrapped around the shaft with even more shaft and cock head poking out. I was almost drooling and he could see where I was staring and I think that provoked him even more. "Come here," he said quietly, but urgently. I snapped-to. I faked a smile and stuttered something about he shouldn't do that and he wasted my time, but he could tell I was rattled and kept jacking and grinning. I shut the door and went back to the office. Mike could tell it looked like I had seen a ghost and he laughed. "I told you it's bad - you still sure you want this job?" I pretended to ponder things but OH MY GOD YES, I thought. I was almost shaking. What other sights would I get to see? I was up all night thinking about what Marco would have done after he told me to "come here." I couldn't wait to start work on my own. ---- - -- - A couple other events happened that training week. I went to check on Brian once, a blond 12 year old who was pretty much the "alpha" boy in the suite (in a suite - really entire floor -- of almost all alphas). He had finished his shower and was in his room but was taking way too long to get dressed and go to the living room, so I went to check on him. He was nude in his room, fiddling with something on his shelf, and when he saw me he grinned. He was flaccid when I first saw him, but as I talked he slowly sat back on his bed, spread his legs and became fully erect. Of course I couldn't help but stare at his amazing body, and erect little cock. He saw where I was looking. I finally said something about he needs to get dressed and join everyone else, but he just smiled, still staring me in the eyes. Then he said "Well? It's not going to suck itself." I pretended to laugh and turned away. As I walked back to the office, I noticed I was starting to sweat. The other event was during homework time where most boys sat at the dining table and worked silently. Mike as usual sat in the office, but I figured I'd help out with their assignments and sat at the dining table too. Counselors sat on the ends of the table, and the boy to my right, Erik (a brown-haired, blue-eyed 11 year old who was always cheerful and smiling) was staring at his textbook pretending to read. Meanwhile he had his hand down his sweatpants and was very obviously masturbating. Nobody else seemed to notice despite the sound and very obvious motions. I reached out to stop his hand and quietly said "don't do that" but he looked at me like "what the fuck is your problem?" He turned back to his book and kept going. I couldn't believe nobody else seemed to notice so I sat back watching him out of the corner of my eye. After a few minutes he tensed a little, leaned over, paused a few seconds, then took his hand out of his pants and went back to his homework. I later learned that's just a typical day at the homework table. ---- ---- My first "real" evening on the job though, now on my own, I learned another rule, which had been made by the boys themselves. TV/movie time was 7-8:30 (sometimes 9 when there was a movie). During shadow week Mike had taught me that during TV/movie time you just hang out in the office and don't go in there unless there's a commotion. My first real night on the job, though, I wanted to be more involved and sat down in back of the room instead of sitting in the office. It was weird how that made them all agitated. "You're not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be in the office," they said. They really were upset. I went back to the office but couldn't figure out why that upset them so much. I later found out why from Caleb, one of the other boys I'll talk about below. The TV area was the only area in the suite the counselors couldn't see from the office. TV time to them became Sexy Time, the highlight of most of their days in an institution where needed physical closeness and affection with parents or others was lacking and there wasn't much else pleasurable to do. It turns out the boys had a whole scheme worked out to keep their sexual activities hidden from the counselor on duty. The way the TV room was laid out, the TV itself was at the lower-right corner of a large vertical rectangle, with two couches surrounding it in an "L" shape, going about half-way up the rectangle. The counselor's office was in the top-left corner, with closets going down the middle of the rectangle. During TV time, anybody who just wanted to watch TV sat on the floor around the TV at lower-right. Anybody who wanted Sexy Time sat on the floor but along the couches, further back. They liked it because from that angle, if a counselor suddenly came out of the office, he wouldn't be able to see what was happening on the immediate other side of the couch unless he went all the way around. But that would give them enough time to flip their pants back up. That's *if* the counselor ever came out of the office during TV time, which apparently they rarely did. Sexy Time as a result would get quite bold, at least from what Caleb told me. The usual rule was the top boys would sit on the floor along the couch with their pants to their upper thighs, and if there were willing bottom boys that night, the bottoms would suck them while laying on their fronts between their legs, or more rarely were willing to get fucked and would sit in their laps facing away from them (facing toward them was considered "gay"), with the back of their pants just down enough to get it in. They'd use butter packets hoarded from the cafeteria for lube. Sometimes though, a top (and bottom even) would really get into the fucking and they'd end up doggy-style which was dangerous because the couch no longer hide them and a counselor coming out of the office could easily see them. Caleb told me the main boys (Brian and Erik) would get even bolder sometimes and flip the bottom boy over onto his back and fuck him like a girl, which other kids would notice and would tend to get loud with cheering and laughing. Somehow though, they never got caught, at least in the six months he was there. He also told me it varied day by day who wanted Sexy Time. Some of the 12 year olds were back there every evening, other boys only occasionally, and sometimes even one of the 10 year olds would sit back there, little hard-on sticking up, eager to fuck or get sucked, or whatever top action he could get. Caleb said the 10 year olds rarely got any takers though, because any bottoms on the floor usually preferred the older boys. The littler kids still tried though sometimes and he thought it was funny. Caleb also told me if there were no bottom boys some nights, it didn't matter because if you were at the couches you could just jack off and nobody ever cared. Whatever action they got or didn't get, Sexy Time was a comforting routine for everyone, same as all the other routines in their day, something fun they looked forward to. ---- - -- - I became intrigued by Caleb himself. He was a black-haired, bright-blue-eyed little 10 year old I was surprised to find assigned to the third floor. He was quiet, polite, and I could tell was really intelligent. You'd think he'd be an immediate bully target with all the aggressive older kids on the third floor, but they all respected him and treated him nicely. It was confusing to me, so I read his file. He was originally assigned to first floor, but fought bitterly with the female counselors (kicking and biting) so they sent him upstairs, then upstairs again. I guess he had a temper, but it still wasn't clear why all those boys on the top floor were so nice to him. I found out one day when he came into the office, maybe a couple weeks into my job. "Rick, do you know why they don't want you to be in the living room at TV time?" I said no, why? And he explained the whole thing above. It was a shock to me, but made sense. I also wondered about his role. "So do you go back to the couches sometimes?" Caleb blushed and said "yea." "I mean, do you sit against the couch, or do you sit on the other boys or put your mouth on them?" "Both," he replied, but then suddenly blurted out "but I'm not GAY! I just do it so they'll be nice to me." His eyes were wide and intense, but then he looked down. I said "I know. It's something fun to do, but it doesn't mean anything" and hugged him. I finally got though why all the macho alpha boys on the floor never bullied this little 10 year old and treated him well. He was usually the only boy on the floor who'd come back to the couches for Sexy Time. On a floor filled with macho, pre-teen athletic alphas who all wanted to "top," he was a rare bottom and they didn't want to scare him away. Part of me also sensed a big imbalance in supply and demand. "So, like, on a typical night, how many boys do you use your mouth on, and how many boys do you put in your butt?" "I dunno. Five maybe?" Caleb replied. "Five in your mouth, or in your butt?" "Both," Caleb shrugged. "What do you mean, they put it in your mouth and then your butt?" I asked. "Ummm," he looked to the side, thinking back. "No, some put it in my mouth and some put it in my butt." "What about Marco, did he ever put it in your butt?" I asked eagerly. Marco with his giant pubescent cock! Caleb's eyes got even wider. "Oh my GOD, no! Just my mouth. I let him try it in my butt once but it wouldn't go. I can barely even get it in my mouth." Suddenly I realized why poor Marco was reduced to jacking off in the shower. All the other boys had an ass or mouth to fuck, except him! My next mission was suddenly clear. ----- - -- Now that I knew the whole back-couch protocol at TV time, I brought it up at dinner on my next shift. I came up with a story to go along with it too. "So, you guys know that I'm different than Mike, right?" I said. Everyone nodded and said yea. "It's because I used to live in a home like this too," I lied, but it was for the common good. "We had the same things, shower time, homework time, TV time, and at TV time you could sit by the TV or go back to the couches same as here." A couple boys snickered, but most were looking at me wide-eyed. I continued "So part of my job means helping anybody at TV time who wants to go back to the couches. It's what they pay me for, to make you happy and feel good or whatever." It took a few moments for them to process that. Some of them started to grin and look around at each other while others kept staring at me. "So don't worry if I'm there at TV time, I'm just there to help whoever wants it," I blatantly hinted. I had the feeling I was either fucking everything up and headed to jail, or everything was going to be amazing. I looked around for reactions. Most were wry smiles, a couple were still shocked, and others stifling laughter. "Oh my God," one of the boys suddenly broke the stunned silence. "I can't believe a COUNSELOR is gonna..." he trailed off, unable to say it. Suddenly he broke out in a huge smile. "I gotta see this!" That got the other boys chattering excitedly. I calmed them a bit by saying "it's just my job, it's not a big deal" and eventually I think got them to accept it. At least they stopped talking about it, anyway, and homework hour went on as normal. ----- - - TV time finally came. I sat on the floor, off to the side, and EVERYBODY sat up by the TV. Nobody went to the couches. I think they were nervous about this new situation with the counselor in the room. I finally slid up and tapped little Marco on the shoulder. Little Marco with his giant pubescent cock. I nodded back like "do you want to go back there" and he seemed nervous, but was grinning. After a few moments he looked up at me with big wide eyes and excitedly flipped around and crawled back to the couch then spun back around and hooked his fingers into his shorts' waistband. Marco was excited because rarely would someone at the couch bottom for him because of his larger size. I was ready, though. Then I noticed EVERYBODY else was staring at us. Was the dorm counselor really going to bottom to Marco? Was this counselor really one of "us" and wasn't going to discipline anyone for this? I could feel the excitement in the other kids just by looking at them. I slid back as Marco slid his shorts down, revealing a half-hard cock about 3-4 inches in length. My head got close to his crotch and he suddenly clamped both hands down on the top of my head, pushing it down as I flipped up his cock up with my fingers and stuck it in my mouth. I could feel it immediately start to swell as some of the kids shouted "ooooh" and scooted up closer to watch. I remember a few other kids nervously laughed and said "whatever" and went back to the TV. But the other main "alphas" in the suite I noticed laid back against the couch too, I guess to wait for bottoms. Business was on! Marco's cock by now was up to full mast, almost 5 inches and near adult thickness as well. I was still amazed how a tiny boy who could pass for a 10 year old had already started puberty and had a near adult cock. It was way out of proportion to his little muscle body. But for some reason it was really hot to me. He had a bare ring of hair around the base, and none under his arms. His cock was straight, long, thick, and the soft skin felt like silk as I worked my head up and down as fast and as far as I comfortably could. By now most the other boys had stopped watching and had gone back to watching TV, but several were leaning back on the couch themselves waiting for action (of some kind). I looked up at Marco, his cock almost all the way in my mouth and down my throat, and he had that evil glint in his eye. He'd giggle every time I'd choke or gag and I think really got off on that, same as he got off on masturbating in front of people. I noticed when I'd gag he'd also push down harder on my head, trying to make me choke even more. The whole thing was hilarious to him, as I kept sucking and working his cock the best I could. I really didn't have time to worry about his psychological issues, or worry about the other nine boys in the room, or worry about my job or freedom. My entire focus at that moment was on making this little 12 year old muscle boy with his big adolescent cock and tiny ring of hair, cum in my mouth. And he was getting close. He was sucking in his washboard abs and flexing his fingers against my head which I knew was a sign. I had the thought he'd probably never been sucked off before, at least not this deep or intense. How many years has it been for him since he had a blowjob this good, if ever? I mused. Suddenly I felt a slight tap against the roof of my mouth. I realized he was cumming. I kept my mouth still, wrapped around the cock head, and jacked his shaft, waiting for another tap but only felt something growing on the back of my tongue. I'm sure it was more cum oozing out the way it does with young adolescents. I swallowed it and only tasted a "thickness." Marco exhaled deeply, inhaled deeply then grabbed my hair with his hand (ouch) and pulled my head toward his. "Next time, it's in your ass!" He laughed quietly, but like an evil maniac, eyes wide. I managed a fake smile and he shoved my head away and rolled over. Next! There were only two other boys sitting along the couch. Everyone else had lost interest and was back to watching TV. Caleb was slowly sucking off alpha boy Brian while another alpha stud Erik was lazily jacking himself and watching TV. I sized up Erik. Brown hair, blue eyes, always smiling, broad shouldered, smooth skin with no blemishes anywhere, tanned skin, 11 years old, nice athletic and toned body (same as most boys there), and decent but normal sized cock for a boy his age. Maybe a little thicker than normal. He was mostly hard, but not fully as he lazily masturbated himself. After dealing with Marco's adolescent cock, I figured I could give Erik an amazing blowjob and easily take it all in my mouth, maybe even his balls. Erik didn't notice my head slide into his crotch until my hand pushed his away as I aimed his cock toward my mouth. He lifted his hands up and giggled I think at the sight of an adult man taking his cock into his mouth. He quickly got up to full hardness in my mouth, and like I expected I could easily take it all in and suck him to the root. Erik didn't pull down on my head like Marco did, but he soon clamped his legs over my shoulders and around my neck as I worked his cock really well, I thought. I looked over and Caleb was now sitting on Brian's cock and I got the urge to do the same with Erik. I pushed his legs off my shoulders, spun around and pulled my pants down to the bottom of my ass. Erik just sat there with a bewildered but happy look on his face, watching to see what I was going to do. I thought about lube but realized his cock had my spit all over it, plus it was an 11 year old's cock about the thickness of my thumb, that probably didn't need any more. I leaned back, as I reached back with my hand to guide his stiff cock into my hole. Erik just laid there, still amused, but as soon as I got his cock into my hole he suddenly grabbed around my hips and thrusted furiously for a few seconds. He was going too far though and his cock came out, so I guided it back in. He started thrusting furiously again so I reached around and under his ass to keep him pressed against me more and hopefully not fall out again. I didn't have the leverage though and he kept coming out. Finally I leaned forward and down and tried to pull him up into a more doggy style, which he quickly followed, trying to stick it back in. I was able to tuck my knees up toward my chest which got my ass down to his groin level. He found the hole and shoved it back in. From that angle I was really able to clamp around his ass and keep him in me as he wiggled like crazy. He went on to rest, wiggle more, rest a little, wiggle more, lean over and thrust, kneel up and wiggle, rub his hands up and down my thighs, lean back over, thrust hard, wrap his arms around my waist and just lay there, thrust more - he was all over the place. I don't think he had ever fucked before. It went on for about 15 minutes. Meanwhile Caleb and Brian had finished and they and everyone else were up by the TV. Me and Erik were the only ones at the couch. Finally Erik started thrusting intensely and rapidly. He came (I doubt anything squirted out though) and "collapsed" in a dramatic fashion over my back, with a giggle. Both he and I were sweating. I went back to the office and cleaned up. Then it was bedtime, I got everyone in bed and did my end-of-day reports. I drove home thinking that was a pretty good day at work. ------ Let me know if you want to know the rest: rickthedick@fastmail.fm Also please consider donating to Nifty to help keep this great resource alive. 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