Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 05:49:59 +0100
From: Reickard Masters <succme@zoho.com>
Subject: Juvenile Detention 44

JUVENILE DETENTION

Chapter 44 – The Encounter

The next morning Josh found himself alone in the house after breakfast,
because both Karl and Esther worked full days on Fridays, and Simon went
off to school. Josh used this as an opportunity to take a long shower,
which included a wank dwelling on thoughts of himself and Sam and led to a
very strong and enjoyable orgasm. Drying after the shower he decided to
stay naked until he needed to go into town to see the employment agencies,
which he could not do until he had looked their addresses up on the web.
But before that he decided to get some things about the house done. He had
offered to ensure the breakfast dishes were washed and put away, so he did
that first. He sorted and started a load of laundry, and while that was
going he ran the vacuum over the public areas of the house. He did not go
into Karl and Esther's room, but he did also vacuum his and Simon's room,
picking up Simon's discarded clothing and folding it neatly to lay it on
his bed. Josh was not sure if Simon would want it in the wash or not,
although he did take Simon's socks and boxers off the floor to the laundry
to go in the next load and was glad that he had put on light colours
first. After putting the first load into the dryer Josh put on the second
and last load to wash, and only then did he go to fire up Simon's laptop.

After starting it up he lifted the lap top to find a piece of paper
underneath with Simon's log in details. Once he had logged in he connected
to the net, opened a browser, and typed in his search criteria. Narrowing
it down to the town, Josh found the information he needed and made a note
of it within half an hour. Josh checked the time on the laptop against his
watch and was pleased to see that his watch was still keeping accurate time
despite having lain idle for six months. Josh also noticed that he could
spend a bit of time on the laptop before he needed to go and get
dressed. He opened his email account, rather surprised that it was still
operational after not being used for sixth months. Going back to his own
room he retrieved the box which Officer Steven had given him and looked
inside it to find Steven's private email address. He quickly banged off an
email to Steven and then set about deleting all the out of date emails in
his inbox. With that done Josh decided to see if he could find something
interesting on the web and clicked on the search bar. A drop down menu
appeared with the recent sites that Simon had visited. Looking at some of
the names on them Josh could not resist seeing what they were and soon was
embroiled in a bit of fun. He discovered that Simon was visiting some
interesting sites. When he clicked on the log in button of one, thinking he
would try Simon's log in, he found that it automatically filled in a
username and password. One click and Josh was into Simon's Tumblr blog,
which was populated with pictures of naked guys. Josh scrolled down and
soon was sporting a hard and leaking cock as he watched little video clips
and looked at pictures of guys in all sorts of poses, either solo or
together, doing every imaginable thing naked guys could do together.

It did not take Josh long to work out which were pictures that Simon had
chosen to be on his blog and which were pictures from blogs of others he
was following. He came to a black screen with the white triangle in the
middle of it indicating it was a movie clip and he noticed this was one
that Simon had re-blogged. Underneath the clip he had added the comment,
"Wish this was me." Josh could not resist his curiosity and clicked on the
screen and then opened it to full screen as the clip began to play. Two
teens in sagging jeans dragged a third teen who was already shirtless into
a room and forced him onto a table face up. While one teen held their
captive on the table with a hand pressing hard into his stomach and another
over his mouth holding his head down, the second captor fixed the victim's
arms to steel eyes already secured to the table. The pair then stripped
their prey of the rest of his clothes before securing his ankles to eyes at
the other end of the table. Then the fun began as they proceeded to play
with their captive, keeping him hard and on edge. Playing with his nipples
and belly button, as well as massaging his cock and balls, tickling his
pits, and just getting the guy squirming until his protests became pleas
begging his tormentors to make him cum. But they did not.  The
strategically placed clock on the wall recorded that in the few minutes of
the clip they had been edging the boy for almost an hour. Now his captors
left him and went away for another quarter of an hour. The camera remained
focused on his groin, showing his cock leaking and bobbing for a few
minutes and then gradually getting soft but still lying up his torso
pointing towards his chin. The captive clearly heard the return of the pair
before they came back into view of the camera, because he tried to move his
head to have a look at what was happening.

Josh was very close to coming and his cock gave a little jolt when he saw
that the two returning teens now were naked and hard. Both of them were
shaved smooth. They approached the bound teen and began to tease his body
again. Within moments his cock was as hard as the other two and after
another half hour (by the clock) he was again begging to be released of the
tension that had been built up in him by the edging.  For the first time in
the clip one of the captors spoke and told the teen that he would be
brought off providing they first got their release and that would be by the
captive teen sucking each one and swallowing his cum in turn. The teen
agreed to this and one boy mounted the table and positioned his cock over
the teen's mouth. Soon he was sucking for all he was worth, gagging at
times when his tormentor pushed his cock too deep. While the first boy was
getting his cock sucked, the other boy continued to play with the bound
boy's cock and balls and stroking down towards his pucker, but being very
careful not to let the boy shoot his load. As the first teen began to drop
his cum into his sucker's mouth the camera zoomed in to show the pulses and
spasms as his cock jerked out its prize.

The two boys swapped places and the scene was replayed, again ending with a
close up of the pulsing cock as it released its load. Satisfied, the two
teens began to play with the boy once more, teasing him for another quarter
of an hour before they brought him to an orgasm that saw his jism shoot
over his head and then leave a line down his face, chest and abdomen. The
tormentors did not stop there though and continued to wank his cock until
once more he was begging and pleading with tears in his eyes for them to
stop. The camera faded out at that point and left Josh wondering if they
did stop or not.

Josh did not stop; he stroked for less than a minute more before he shot a
load out onto a tissue that he quickly grabbed out of the box on the
desk. Josh was reasonably certain he knew why Simon kept the box there. For
Josh it was another satisfying cum that morning. Not as strong as the one
in the shower but still satisfying.  He would have liked to have continued
scrolling through Simon's blog, but he knew that he needed to get off to
town, and as he had no money he had to walk. Josh logged off and turned off
Simon's laptop before going through to the kitchen and getting a glass of
juice to take back to his bedroom to drink while he was getting dressed. He
had toyed earlier with the idea of trying to wear some boxers, but with his
cock still a bit sensitive he gave that a miss and pulled his jeans on
commando.

It took Josh half an hour to walk into town, and he was glad that the three
agencies and the job centre were all in fairly close proximity as he hoped
to get to all four places that afternoon. With the agencies he found that
the forms and the questions were all very similar and the interview he was
given by one of the staff also followed the same pattern. Whether it was
clever or not, Josh made sure that each of them knew his history and what
was in the pipeline for the future. His final stop was at the Job Centre
and there he found it was a bit of a different scene. For the fourth time
he was asked for his National Identity number which he could not produce
because his NI card was with the stuff his step father had taken off him
when he was arrested. Josh explained this to the lady who was dealing with
him and after telling her the story she said that they could not help
without his producing his number. Josh was upset by this and decided he
would have to ask Karl to help him.

Feeling a bit depressed, knowing he had not got anywhere far at all without
his N.I. Number, he left the Centre and began to head towards home, knowing
that he had at least half an hour's walk ahead of him. He was walking along
the street with his head down looking at the ground just a short distance
in front of him and did not see someone else watching him and then
following him for a short way. The follower increased speed and drew level
with Josh, but still he did not take any notice. He jumped when a hand was
placed on his shoulder and his mother said, "You look sad. So am I. Can we
please go somewhere and talk?"

Josh raised his head and saw a glistening in his mother's eyes and his
heart softened. He had not yet admitted it to himself, but he knew he still
loved her and he missed her. "Yeah, okay. I guess you can buy me a coffee
at least."

"Thank you. Please try not to get too upset with me and let me explain."

"I will try, but it had better be both good and believable or I will walk
out and probably never speak to you again." Josh did not really mean that
but he felt he needed to make it clear to her that he was still deeply
hurt.

Josh did not let her take him into the Costa, where he had cried on
Esther's shoulder. Instead they went into another private café. When
Josh saw that the prices were about thirty percent higher than the chain
coffee shops he smiled inwardly, seeing it as a bit of a payback. They got
their coffees and moved to a small table in a quiet corner of the premises.

"Josh, I want you to know that I am deeply sorry for what has happened and
I wish things had been done differently. Let me talk first and then you can
say what you want. I did not know that you had been arrested, nor that your
room had been searched until the evening the day after you were taken. And
even then I did not know that a search had been done. I was not very well
that night you were arrested and had gone to bed early. Derek answered the
phone and went down to the station to see you. When I got no answer from
your room when I called you for supper the day after you got arrested I
asked if he had heard from you. It wasn't until then that he told me. Then
all he said was that you had been caught with a group of drunk and drugged
hooligans and I was to let you struggle on your own to learn a lesson.  I
never knew that you had told him you were innocent. And he would not let me
go to court for the trial. He just told me later that you had got six
months and were not going to be a problem for us while you were in
prison. I also did not know that you were in hospital while you were in
prison. Again the telephone call came to Derek and he intercepted the
letter explaining it. I only saw that letter two days ago when I got home
after our meeting in the street. I am really and truly sorry. I see now
that I should have done more right in the beginning, but I listened to
Derek because he seemed to be making good sense. I wish I had not listened
to him, but it is too late for that now. I don't know what I can do to make
it up to you, and I don't know how to win you back, but I do love you very
much and want to be with you and help you."

Josh sat quietly for a long time. He was trying to decide if he should
believe her or not. "Okay, if what you say is true, how come you never even
wrote to me? You did not even know I was out of prison until you saw me on
the street. People who did not even know me before have shown me more
concern and care than you have. Do you know how much that hurts?" Josh's
voice got higher and louder again and tears formed in his eyes. He stopped
talking and reached for one of the café's paper serviettes to dry his
eyes.

"Derek said it would be a better lesson if we did not communicate with you
at all, and I thought you still had another week to go. I am so, so
sorry. I just can't tell you how sorry I am."

"Derek, Derek, Derrek. That is all I am hearing from you. Are you still
with him?"

"I am married to him. He is my husband."

"And you choose him over your own true flesh and blood. The fruit of your
own womb and also a much better man than Derek will ever be. What do you
see in him? Is he that good in bed that you chose to desert my real father?
And speaking of that, did you not learn then when dad died what Derek is
really like? Wasn't it him that kept me from knowing how sick dad was and
when he had died? Does that sound like a man who cares for you and who you
love? I will tell you this now. I will never speak to that man again as far
as I can help it and I will never live in the same place where he is."

"I think you are being too harsh on him. He does care for you, you know?"

"Who are you trying to bullshit now? Me or yourself? The family who have
given me a place to stay and a bed to sleep in, who give me food to eat
each day and have even provided me with clothes to wear, care more about me
than he does, and they never even knew me before this. But they believed me
and have done something about it.  If it were not for them I would be
sleeping on the streets somewhere. I came out of prison with nothing but
the clothes I had on when I was arrested. You guys did not even try to get
me some decent clothes or a good lawyer for my trial. And now what have you
done? I have no money and have had to go out looking for a job so that I
can try and repay these kind people who have taken me in. Your precious
Derek even took my mobile phone and wallet and my NI card, so even now I
can't sign on and register with the Job Centre. And what do you care. You
haven't even asked how I am doing, have you? This whole time has all been
about you and how you didn't know. I will ask the man who cares about me to
come and get my NI card from you tonight. Please have it ready. Oh and it
would be nice to have some of my things like my laptop and my phone. But I
guess Derek has already sold those and not told you. Enjoy the rest of your
coffee and drink it quick before the milk curdles." Josh got up and left
the café and began to run down the street, with tears once more blurring
his vision.

He ran for several blocks, only narrowly missing being knocked down by a
car as he blindly crossed one street. He only slowed to a walk when he got
away from the shops and into a residential part of the town. He pulled the
serviette he had used earlier out of his pocket and began to dab at his
eyes as he now slowly walked along the road. The thoughts whizzing around
in his head did nothing to bring him any comfort and every so often he
pulled back a sob that escaped his control and dabbed his eyes as fresh
tears formed there.

"Josh!" he heard his name called but took no notice of it. "Josh Tolmers!"
Still Josh ignored it. "Hey Josh, wait up a bit, please." Josh heard
running footsteps and stopped, turning to see who it was. "It is you. Shit
what's the matter?" Timothy Clarke asked as he drew level with Josh and
noticed that he was very upset.

"You don't want to know and probably don't want to know me either."

"Listen I heard that you got stitched up that night. Some guy came around
and got a proper statement off of me. Then this lawyer dude came and saw me
with my parents and got another, what do they call it? A warned and
cautioned statement off me. I am sorry for you dude and I don't care. I
know you are innocent and would still like to be your friend. I just didn't
know you were out now. But what's wrong?"

"I'm just very upset right now and you probably would not
understand. Anyway, I don't want to talk about it to anybody."

"Okay, don't talk about it then. Where are you headed? I can maybe walk
with you."

"I am going to where I am living, it is still quite far and I really need
to get going."

"How far is it? I don't mind a bit of a walk."

"I am not sure but at least twenty minutes at a fast walk I guess."

"Listen, my mum is at home. Let me ask her to drive you home. We owe you
that much at least."

"You don't owe me anything. But I guess a ride home would be better than
the walk right now. Thank you."

"Come on then." Timothy led him to his home and directed Josh where to find
the bathroom to wash his face while he went to speak to his mother. Josh
was glad that he had at least stopped with the tears and sobs while talking
with Timothy. Josh walked down the passage in the direction of the voices
he could hear and found himself entering the Clarke's lounge.

"Mum, this is Joshua. Josh, this is mum. Mum says she will run you home."

"Hi, thank you. I really appreciate that."

"No, it is the least we can do. I am really sorry for what happened to
you. If we had known before the trial we would have marched straight down
to the station and Tim would have given his statement then. Unfortunately
it was not until that officer came asking that we discovered what had
happened. It really was quite strange, because people knew you were missing
and there were a lot of rumours, but not one of them was even close to the
truth. If the lawyers think that the best thing to do is to have Tim make
his statement in court you can count on us that he will be there. We will
do whatever you and they want us to do that is within our powers. You have
our support. And if you ever need a lift home again just come knocking on
the door and if I am here you have a lift. Now I guess we had better get
going, unless you would like something to drink first."

"No, thank you. I think I would rather just get home, thanks."


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