Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2008 17:22:26 +0000
From: Stevie Zadara <zadara1@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Offender Relief Day Part 4: Clowning Around

OFFENDER RELIEF DAY PART 4 - enjoy. All feedback gratefully received, plus
ideas for what should happen to the lads to zadara1@hotmail.co.uk You can
also send pics of what you would like the lads to look like, or I will send
to you if you'd like them. Part Five will be a paintball humiliation
special with the lads, written for my student friend J, who has specially
requested it.

PART FOUR -- "CLOWNING AROUND"

While the events in the gym were proceeding in
this lewd manner, and soldierboy Owen was getting
his comeuppance, a quite separate form of
entertainment was going on in the punishment
quarters. A twenty year old lad called Neil
Wallace and his best mate Tony Carter, aged 19,
had been caught stealing the previous week from a
rich seventeen year old geek who had been
visiting the institution with his school while on
a study field trip, the aim of which was to try
to convince the kids that they never wanted to
end up in a place like this. Alastair, the
overweight boy with glasses who had not only lost
his wallet but also suffered a fair amount of
taunting over his size and shortsightedness, had
been invited back to the institute on this day of
charity events to witness Neil and Tony's
punishments, accompanied by his angry parents.
Alastair was so excited that he was going to see
the big bullies punished that he could hardly
keep his enthusiasm quiet.

"Am I really going to see those horrible boys
given a spanking?" asked spolit Alastair on the
way to the shores of Loch Awe, as they drove up
from their detached house in Helensburgh.

"Too right you are, my sweet," said his mother,
"and we are all going to enjoy watching those
insolent brats get a jolly good hiding. How dare
they call you those names and steal from you too.
It's disgraceful. I hope they punish them well
and that they learn a bloody good lesson.
They've obviously not changed their ways since
they went there."

The family drove through the gates and parked in
the busy car park, upon which they were given VIP
treatment as they were led to the punishment
block. Half a dozen of the relief day guests had
also paid a further £50 to charity in order to
witness the boys get their just desserts, and
were looking forward to the show. They, along
with Mr Hamilton, the 50 year old head of
discipline at the detention centre, had thought
up a number of incredibly embarrassing and
humiliating things to put Neil and Tony through
in front of them and Alastair's family.

The family were shown to comfortable chairs which
sat opposite the six paying guests who occupied a
long viewing sofa down one sided of the oak
panelled punishment centre. Mr Hamilton sat
behind a large mahogany table against one wall.
Several boxes of equipment lined the other side
of the room, which had a shower fitting in one
corner and a marble sloping floor leading to a
drain beneath the shower area itself. This is
where many misbehaved lads had been punished in
the past, but never in front of a paying
audience.

Mr Hamilton distributed glasses of champagne to
all the guests and the family so that they could
enjoy this special celebration. Alastair was so
pleased to be treated like a proper adult and
giggled expectantly as he awaited the start of
the show.

"Very well, I shall fetch our showboys. Don't
forget to laugh loudly as they are brought in! We
want them to remember this!". Neil was led in
first, followed by Tony. Both had unbelievably
sexy bodies, and the guests laughed and whistled
as they were brought in. Neil was dark blond,
smooth, and with a crew cut left high and spiky
on top. His blue eyes looked out nervously from
beneath heavy eyebrows. His nose and pouting lips
were perfectly formed. He wore a navy baseball
shirt with long baggy sleeves down to his elbows,
with the number 88 in large white letters over
his chest and shoulders. He just about fitted in
to the tightest pair of light blue shorts
imaginable, which barely reached down to the top
of his thighs. On his feet, black, grey and white
hightop baseball sneaks with white baseball socks
just above his ankles. Tony, 19, followed him in,
wearing similar baseball boots. He had a perfect
swimmer's build, cropped hair with a small brass
ear stud in his right ear, a cheeky grin, built
pecs and nipples which protruded through his
yellow skin tight T shirt. He wore a grey chain
around his bull neck and red Umbro jogging
shorts, lewdly split at the sides, with a white
trim. Both lads tried their best to look cocky,
sneer, and leer, swaggering, at the guests and
the family.

"Neil, you will be first to be punished. Tony,
you will face the wall in the corner. One piece
of backchat from either of you insolent turds and
you'll face even more music. Now, Neil, stand to
attention in the middle of the floor."

Neil, now worried at what was going to happen
next, had no choice but to obey. His buttocks
flexed inside the tight blue sports shorts, which
had already disappeared into his asscrack, making
two spectacular globes for the expectant guests
to ogle at.

"I need a volunteer to get this little brat
ready for his punishment," continued Mr
Hamilton. One of the paying guests, a 55 year old
caretaker, was eager to respond.

"Very well," please remove Neil's top and
shorts for us.

"What?" exclaimed Neil, exasperated. "I'm
going to have to strip?".

"Of course," said Mr Hamilton, "You're always
bragging about your body, now we will all get to
see it." Alastair giggled. "Are we really going
to see him in his underwear? That's super." He
sipped the champagne as the guest got Neil to put
his arms above his head and helped him off with
the shirt. His perfect torso caught the light of
the summer sun gleaming through the barred
windows as the top was taken away. Then, sexy
Neil winced as his shorts were yanked down over
his thighs to reveal a figure hugging pair of
sexy sky blue briefs. The guests gasped in awe at
the way the knickers clung to his butt and
emphasised his rather less than junior cock and
balls at the front. Neil flushed red with
embarrassment, as Alastair's parents looked on
approvingly.

Now, repeat after me, "I have been a very
naughty boy," instructed Mr Hamilton, "and I'm
going to get my bottom smacked." Neil awkwardly
repeated the humiliating words.

"Listen to the silly boy," cackled Alastair,
"I bet he feels really dumb".

Mr Hamilton made Neil squirm as he cupped the
front of the blue briefs and made everyone else
laugh. "Now, bend over." Neil gripped the edge
of the table and got ready for the belting. He
braced himself as Mr Hamilton whacked him over
the butt and made him count up to ten smacks of
the paddle. Neil yelled and Alastair and his
family lapped it up, smiling and giggling. To
make the embarrassment worse, Alastair reached
over and pulled down the back of Neil's briefs,
exposing his entire butt.

"You cunt," shouted Neil.

"You will stop that disgusting language
immediately, you worm. And you will receive
another ten smacks on your bare bottom,"
continued Mr Hamilton, feeling up the lad's
crotch yet again. "Hello, hello, what have we
here, you've leaked into your briefs, haven't
you?"

"No sir. I mean, yes sir."

"You are full of cum aren't you, you filthy
boy?"

"Well I ain't wanked for two days sir."

"I should think not, you disgusting little boy.
You should leave your cock alone while you are in
here, and not touch it at all. It's a vile
habit, and you have not been behaving like an
adult either, so you don't deserve to have adult
treats like that. Now take your pants off
immediately so we can all have a good look at
you, and do something about this filthy habit."

Big, beefy Neil felt totally humiliated at being
treated like this, as Mr Hamilton fondled and
teased his big, sexy, curvaceous butt, but had
little choice in the matter, as Alastair giggled
and pointed at Neil's crotch. The disobedient
figure of fun obeyed and pulled his underwear
down. Neil's half hard, drippy dick popped out
and a string of precum juice bounced out of the
end. Alastair, still to discover the delights of
wanking, as he had never had a girlfriend and was
a rather late developer, looked in amazement.
"Uurgh, look at that sticky muck on the end of
his willy. It's horrible." Alaistair's parents
didn't know where to look.

The big, naked, dumb jock blushed red and put his
arms behind his back, as his friend was ordered
over and told to strip too. Tony slid his tight,
sexy T shirt over his head and pulled his red
shorts over his muscled thighs. The paying guests
leaned over and groped his ass, commenting on his
beautiful build and the sexual prowess of young
men. Underneath the shorts, Tony wore just a
black jockstrap.

"I feel a right fuckin' fairy, Neil,"
sniggered Tony to his mate.

"Is there something funny, Tony?

"No sir."

"Perhaps you'd like to share it with your
audience so we can all have a laugh."

"Honestly sir, I was just saying I feel
ridiculous standing here."

"Right, bend over," ordered Mr Hamilton, and
made Tony count as he administered 10 swats with
the tawse rope over the lad's muscled, fleshy
ass cheeks. More screams and applause of approval
from those looking on, as Tony was ordered to
stand up again and pose in his swimmer's build.

"Now, get that silly jockstrap off and we'll
change you into some fun clothes for the
entertainment of young, innocent Alastair here,
who you have both been so cruel to. Now get into
these outfits," commanded Mr Hamilton, reaching
into one of the boxes and pulling out a
ridiculous blue and white striped clown overall
for Neil, and a yellow and white one for Tony.
They were made to put them on over a pair of
brief white knickers. Over their shoes, a pair of
giant comedy clown shoes, and on their heads,
frilly clown bonnets which matched their
hilarious outfits. Much amusement from the
onlookers. Their cheeks were rouged up, and each
was given a girl's skipping rope and told to
skip until nice and hot, which wasn't long in
the all enveloping childish overalls and very
difficult in the comedy shoes.

As they skipped and their muscles tightened up,
the small audience laughed and lapped up the
entertainment.

"You, Neil, will take the role of Cocksnot the
clown, and Tony, you will be Willie Winkie the
clown," instructed Mr Hamilton, in all
seriousness but finding it hard to hide his
amusement at the big, tough shits' predicament.
"You are going to act like clowns for the
entertainment of young Alastair here, and I will
be checking to make sure you do everything he
asks you. Now, get the circus going and start
dancing like the stupid clowns you are. Neil and
Tony felt like a couple of total pricks, dancing
around in overalls and underwear, as Mr Hamilton
turned on a CD of comic circus music. Trays of
cakes, jellies, trifles and buns with various
sauces were brought in for the audience to enjoy.
Tony and Neil hadn't seen treats like that for
weeks, and were jealous of Alastair and his
family getting to eat them with their champagne
while they acted like a pair of dumb clowns for
their afternoon entertainment.

"Help yourself to jelly and cakes, Alastair,"
invited Mr Hamilton. But Alastair had thought up
a better idea for the tray of goodies.

"I want Cocksnot  to put a cream cake on
Willie's head underneath the bonnet and then
squish it down. That would be really funny!"
Alastair squealed.

"You heard what the boy said," barked Mr
Hamilton. And with that Tony grabbed a juicy pie,
and stuck it under the hat.

"With chocolate sauce, with chocolate sauce!"
screamed Alastair, and Neil took a squeezy bottle
of sauce, squirted it all over his mate's head,
as Tony looked up sheepishly with his baby blue
eyes, and waited for the hat to be squashed down
in typical circus tent style. Whapp! The custard
cream and chocolate sauce squidged out through
the cap as the onlookers applauded and Neil
winced. Chocolate sauce dripped down his face
onto his muscled shoulders.

"And now you do the same to him, Willie
Winkie!" shouted Alastair. Tony obeyed, and both
stood their like complete idiots, dripping in
cake. That had well and truly wiped the smirk off
their cocky faces.

"And now each take a chocolate pudding and put
it down the back of your briefs," ordered
Alastair. "Then go and sit down on the chairs
and wiggle your bottoms in it". The pathetic
clowns did as they were told, and squirmed about
on the chair.

"Get up and bend over. Ha! Ha! It looks like
they've done poo in their pants, doesn't it
mummy?", laughed Alastair, as his family and the
other guests joined in the merriment and
laughter.

"Now pour some vanilla custard and jelly down
the front of each others briefs, right inside so
your willies get all sticky!" Alastair went on.
The boys blushed as they pulled each others'
overalls and knickers out and tipped the cream
coloured liquid in. "Rub it all around, rub it
all around, so we can see." The lads were
embarrassed at having to rub each others' crotch
area, and soon, with the smooth stickiness of the
puddings and the rubbing, both boys started to
sprout quite big hardons.

It didn't go unnoticed, and Tony and Neil felt
doubly humiliated by the sexual reaction of their
cocks. One of the guests remarked that not only
did it look as if the dumb jocks had shat
themselves at the back, but the white mess at the
front and their hardening cocks made it look as
if they had creamed themselves at the front, too.
Alastair, who was yet to experience his first
orgasm, had no idea what the adults were talking
about.

"What do you mean, creamed themselves?" asked
Alastair, as his parents burst out laughing,
joined by the other guests.

"Well, son," explained Mr Hamilton, "when good
looking 19 and 20 year olds like these have
thoughts about making babies, they make a mess of
their trousers, don't you, Cocksnot and Willie
Winkie," explained Mr Hamilton to the incredibly
undersexed Alastair. Tony and Neil stared to the
floor, ashamed to say anything, the creamy mess
dripping down their trouserlegs and out of the
effeminate clown costume they had been forced to
wear.

"Do they, do they?" squealed Alastair. "I want
to see them make a big mess!". Alastair was so
excited he jumped up and down and clapped.

"Well, Cocksnot and Willie Winkie," smirked Mr
Hamilton, "you'd better take off your overalls
and clown boots and demonstrate to everyone how
much cream you can make."

"Oh yes, yes, that sounds like fun. I want to
see them make cream!" exclaimed Alastair, barely
able to contain his enthusiasm. The big bully
boys stripped out of their sopping overalls and
were given a towel to wipe the worst of the gunk
out of their hair. Their cocks puptented out
their white briefs lewdly, and it was quite clear
that both were well-endowed and ready to gush
their seed, but they were both incredibly
embarrassed even about being viewed in just their
knickers, never mind naked, in front of all these
people. Mr Hamilton ordered them to take off
their briefs and shower down under the shower
attachment in the corner, and soap up each
others' dicks ready for action while they
cleaned up.

"Oh, sir," protested Neil, "haven't we given
them enough fuckin' entertainment for today?"

"You wouldn't want to spoil the finale for
young Alastair, now would you boys?"

Tony and Neil groaned, as their muscled legs made
their way over to the shower stall and they did
as instructed, whispering to each other about how
embarrassing it was to be soaping up each
others' cocks for the amusement of other people.
They were determined to get even with these
bastards once and for all after all this. When
cleaned up and horned up, they swaggered back to
the centre of the room, both with huge eight inch
hardons pointing to the ceiling. Mr Hamilton, at
the request of a couple of the guests, made the
lads put their white socks and hi-top baseball
sneakers back on, as it really turned them on to
see recalcitrant lads wearing nothing but the
butch, sporty footwear they had arrived in. The
guests salivated and rubbed their crotches as the
lads were literally ordered to do a wanking
demonstration for fat, geeky Alastair.

"Look at their pee-pees, I've never seen any
that big! Cor! What are they going to do with
them," asked Alastair.

"They'll tell you, won't you boys," ordered
Mr Hamilton, as he fixed a couple of baby's
plastic bibs, adorned with flowers and bunnies,
round each boy's neck and swim goggles round
their eye, just for added humiliation and
embarrassment. Their pecs and six pack stomachs
twitched with anticipation as they stretched
their legs out and started to rub their enormous
boybrat erections.

"Oh, sir, we look stupid, what's that for?"
asked Tony.

"I know what you guys are like, that stuff will
go everywhere, and I don't want you making a
mess, having to have another shower, or getting
it in your eyes," chortled Mr Hamilton, as he
offered the guests and Alastair's parents
plastic protective sheets to cover themselves
with in case the boys' semen inadvertently
sprayed in their direction. "You can never be
too careful, these boys' jism gets everywhere.
I've had the cleaners have to try to get it off
the dorm ceiling before now," laughed Mr
Hamilton, as he encouraged everyone else to join
in the mockery of the two hunky studs. The lads
themselves looked mortified as they were
instructed to explain to Alastair exactly what
they were doing.

"My cockhead is like a big fat mushroom and when
I take a bit of spit and finger it just behind
the head it goes all fuckin' tingly," explained
Tony.

"Look, some clear liquid is coming out my
pisshole, which means I want to make a baby."

"Yes, and look, their pee holes are so big that
I can insert this metal catheter down inside each
one. Look, they're about a quarter of an inch
wide," went on Mr Hamilton. The boys blanched as
he rode the metal rod up and down each urethra
and the boys stared out petrified, oozing precum
in buckets. "Ouch!". Mr Hamilton removed the
catheters and remarked that they would now have
had their penises more and more stimulated "That
means `excited', Alastair," and so would
produce more cream. The boys wanked away
furiously on their knobs and said so, commenting
on their progress towards spraying their
balljuice.

"Can I have a go," asked Alastair, "I want to
see what those big, pink willies feel like."

"Of course you can, my dear," said his mother
straight away, you can feel what it's like when
they go off!

"Goody, goody!" said Alastair, as he leapt up,
and the two lads looked daggers at him, feeling
completely humiliated in case he brought them
over the top. Alastair had no idea what to do
with them, but fingered them delicately and
teasingly, which made them bob and leak all the
more. Mr Hamilton ordered Tony and Neil to put
their own hands on their heads and let Alastair
have his fun. The lads twitched as the 17 year
old virgin tweaked and teased their cocks to the
inevitable gusher. Tony and Neil had fucked acres
of pussy, but geeky Alastair had no idea what was
about to happen. Everyone else craned away to get
a good look, covering their posh party clothes
with the protective sheeting.

Suddenly Neil screamed, "I'm cumming, Oh shit,
fuck,". Alastair slapped his cock and told him
off for using the rude words. The slap was just
enough to send young Neil over the edge, and a
huge squirt of cum pulsated out of his cock off
to the left and all over the plastic sheeting on
Alastair's mother's lap. A huge round of
applause. More powerful spurts followed,
skeetering six feet across the wooden floor and
leaving foot long blobs on the dark oak parquet.

Tony, on the other hand, was one of those guys
who got so excited that he dribbled a large
amount of cum before he actually shot. He mumbled
"Jesus Christ" as he did so, and pleaded with
Alastair to finish him off as his nuts were fit
to bust. Alastair laughed and slapped the punk's
cock backwards and forwards, to be rewarded with
a spray of boy cream that went all over
Alastair's face. More ropes of cum shot upwards
and splatted back down onto Tony's silly baby
bib. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," screamed Tony
obscenely as he let his baby juice go, and it
dribbled out and shot all over the floor. More
laughter and applause.

"Happy you got your money's worth?" asked Mr
Hamilton of the paying guests. "More than happy,
fantastic show Harry," they chorused. Alastair,
who couldn't believe what he'd seen and was now
keen to get home and try it, looked astonished
but happy. His parents were happy that justice
had been done.

"OK, Cocksnot and Willie Winkie, you've learned
your lesson! You can go and get changed". Mr
Hamilton ushered the guests out of the suite and
into the warm afternoon sunshine, where the rest
of the games were proceeding.

"Have fun, there are plenty more naughty lads
waiting to show you a good time!" laughed Mr
Hamilton, happy at netting a few more hundred
pounds and giving some more cocky shits a taste
of humiliating punishment. He slapped Tony and
Neil soundly on their juicy butt cheeks as they
headed off to get changed. "Great show lads.
Wish I was the pussy who got to feel those two
monster cocks. Thanks for the demo!". Tony and
Neil were soundly humiliated, but happy and proud
that their cocks had been appreciated.

More in PART 5 : Paintball Party