Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2016 20:40:58 +0000
From: Reickard Masters <succme@zoho.com>
Subject: Juvenile Detention 24

JUVENILE DETENTION

Chapter 24 – The Next Punishment Detail

For his evening's entertainment, Succum had requested the company of the
one he knew to be the ring leader, Clive Phelps. Succum waited behind the
door of the treatment room for the officer on duty in Solitary to bring
Phelps in. He had already arranged with the officer to make sure that
Phelps was facing away from the door when he fixed his ankles to the floor
in front of the horse.

After the officer had left, closing the door behind him, Succum said in a
cold but steady voice, "Do not attempt to turn around and look at me." He
then paused as he counted to a hundred in his head. "Have you worked out
who I am yet?"

"I think so."

"Who am I then?"

"I think you are Officer Succum."

"Almost correct. I am Mister Succum, and it was one of my boys you chose to
pick on."

"I didn't touch him."

"No! You are not man enough to do it yourself. Judging from what I can't
see between your legs I now know why you get others to do your dirty work
for you. Isn't that so, Mr. Phelps? Or should I call you Master Phelps,
because you are not yet manly enough to be called Mister?"

"It wasn't me."

"We have already established that. But you gave the orders, so in fact it
was you, and it was your intention to hurt my charge in way that would
affect him for the rest of his life. Just because you were jealous. Well
now it is time to face the music, Master Phelps. Your victim is still in
pain and under medical care. While you sit here languishing in comfort.
That is going to change for a bit, so you get some idea of what you have
done to an innocent person. Simply because you have not got the balls to
admit that there are others out there who are far superior to you and
better than you can ever hope to be."

Mr. Succum waited another five minutes in silence and watched Phelps break
out in a sweat as he waited for whatever was going to be done to him.
Quietly Succum moved forward to get closer to Phelps without Phelps hearing
him move. There was no rustle of clothes, because Succum himself was
already naked when Phelps was led into the treatment room. His soft
footfalls on the bare concrete floor made no sound and he was breathing too
quietly to alert the boy to his being just inches away from him. Quickly
Succum put a bag over Phelps' head, the idea having come from an old film
depicting an IRA kidnapping. The drawstring in the bag pulled the neck in
tight, not enough to strangle the victim, but enough that the bag could not
be pulled off without undoing the knot in the drawstring. Succum tied an
extra couple of half hitches in the string to make it harder for the
individual wearing the bag to undo the knots.

There had been no sound except a gasp of surprise as the bag was put over
the unsuspecting Phelps' head.  In almost total silence Succum moved around
to stand in front of Phelps. Phelps of course had no idea where Succum was,
so it was a shock when one nipple was suddenly pinched and twisted. His
natural reaction was to jerk back, which only increasee the pain, and he
cried out.

"See what it is like to be taken by surprise? Well get used to it, because
I have lots more surprises for you today."

Mr. Succum quietly walked over to his bag and undid the zip on it. The
length of time it took to undo the zip told Clive Phelps that it was not
some clothing being opened but a bag. This warned him that something was
coming, but what? Further silence followed the sounds of Succum rummaging
in the bag. Knowing that he was in for it kept a sheen of fear-induced
sweat from drying out on Phelps' body.

Suddenly his balls were grabbed and pulled forward under the horse, making
him press up against the horse with his stomach. He felt a cord being tied
around his scrotum above his balls and then he felt tugs as the ends of the
cord were fed up through the loops on the top of the horse and two more
severe tugs as weights were added to each end of the cord, the hoops on the
top of the horse acting as pulleys for the cords.

Phelps stood there stoically. He grunted a couple of times as the tugs on
his balls elicited a level of pain others might have cried out for. However
the weights pulling constantly on his balls was creating a dull ache in his
groin. Mr. Succum unexpectedly pinched and twisted Phelps' other nipple,
getting another jerk back, but with a much more noticeable groan of pain as
his balls were pulled in the opposite direction to that of the weights.

"Ah, it's getting through to you now, isn't it?"

Phelps did not even try to answer.

There was the clink of metal and then another groan as Succum dropped some
extra weights onto each of the cord ends. The one thing Succum regretted
about the inmates' heads being shaved was that in this situation he could
not grab hold of the hair and pull the person's head in the direction he
wanted to. Instead, he resorted to putting his hand behind Phelps' head and
sharply pulling him forward so that his body had to bend over the horse. Of
course this caused a reverse tug of his butt, which in turn pulled against
the weighted cords around his balls, causing further pain.

Phelps knew better than to resist what was happening to him. He had already
had several previous visits to solitary and the private treatment from an
officer during the night. He did not try to straighten his body up when
Succum let go of it, remaining bent over the horse. Succum proceeded to
secure his wrists to the legs of the horse with some rope. Although this
kept him bent over the horse, he still had a modicum of movement left,
which was intended -- Succum wanted him to feel the tug of the cords
against his balls many times over.

Another rummage in the bag and Phelps heard the clink of metal knocking
against metal again and braced himself, thinking that more weights were
going to be added to pull on his balls. He was wrong this time -- what
Succum had was the clamps he had used on McDonald the previous night. As
with the last time he fixed these onto Phelps' biceps, screwing them up a
bit tighter than he had done for McDonald. Succum got some pleasure out of
seeing Phelps' body tense up as he gritted his teeth against the pain.

Tapping each of them in turn so that they rocked on the arms and caused
additional pain, Succum said, "Not very nice is it? And these have not made
a hole all the way through the muscle!" He did not give Phelps a chance to
respond as he brought his hand hard down on Phelps' naked bum. This time
Phelps cried out as the movement caused his whole body to jerk, pulling on
his balls and also causing the clamps to shake, giving him pain on four
points and increasing his discomfort from the bent over position he was
being forced to keep his body in.

Succum smiled to himself as he quietly got four more weights out of his bag
of tricks. Suddenly he let one fall onto another close up to Phelps' ear.
He clinked them again beside the other ear and then dropped one weight onto
the right hand stack. Phelps groaned. Two more clinks and a weight dropped
onto the left hand stack. More groans. More clinks beside the ear and a
final weight was dropped onto each stack at the same time. Now Phelps had
nearly a pound and half stretching his ball bag and squeezing his balls
inside the bag at the same time.

Succum returned to his bag and made sure that he caused enough sound that
Phelps would know he was getting something out. He clinked some other bits
of metal together to trick Phelps into thinking that he was getting more
weights, but those items were going to be used later. Unexpectedly Phelps
heard a very short swishing sound and felt a line of fire across his
butt. The shock and jerk added to the pain as before. Ten strikes later
Phelps had tears dripping from his eyes, wetting the sack over his head. He
also had angry red welts dividing his butt cheeks into sections. His balls
and groin ached constantly, as did his biceps. His back was also in pain
from being bent over the horse.

Phelps felt something cool and soothing touch his butt but it was not being
spread all over like a salve. He immediately knew that his hole was going
to be violated in some way and correctly guessed the way as the lube was
worked into his crack and over his pucker. Succum pushed the head of his
cock against Phelps' bud and kept the pressure up, forcing his way past the
sphincter against Phelps' attempts to stop him by tightening his butt as
much as he could. Once Succum's head had penetrated the hole he rammed the
rest of cock in hard and then began to fuck Phelps aggressively. Of course
with each thrust Phelps' body shook and the weights did their thing against
his balls, with the clamps shaking his muscles at the same time.

Succum could feel his orgasm drawing close, but he was not ready to shoot
his load yet, so he stopped with his cock buried in Phelps' arse and leaned
forward to speak menacingly into Phelps' ear. "And this is only a
beginning. Just wait. I am here all night to make sure you enjoy the
evening as much as my charge is enjoying his evening."

Succum continued to talk to Phelps, ensuring that Phelps knew there was no
love lost between the two of them and that Succum considered him to be the
lowest of the low life criminals that inhabited the United Kingdom. Once he
felt that his cock had rested enough he straightened up and began to fuck
Phelps some more. The brief respite only served to make the pain Phelps now
felt in his balls even worse. And the fucking kept up the pull and jerk
movement of the weighted cords around his scrotum. By resting a couple more
times Succum was able to drag the fuck out for almost two hours, by which
time Phelps was in a lot of pain. His back felt like it was being pulled
apart, while his biceps felt like they had been trodden under the hobnailed
boots of an entire army. His butt was raw and the cheeks bruised from the
caning, but the worst part was the continuous ache he now felt right up in
his groin, the pain from his balls being compressed inside the scrotum as
each jerk pulled the skin of the scrotum tighter around the balls.

When Succum eventually allowed himself to cum, his last few moments before
the orgasm struck were a frenzied, high speed, long-dicking work of
uncontrolled animal action. The speed at which he was pumping back and
forth hardly gave time for the weighted cords to drop down before he was
pulling them back up as he worked his cock out of the butt it was nestling
in until just his head was inside the ring of the sphincter. If the bag was
not hiding it, Succum would have taken great pleasure in seeing the tears
running from Phelps' eyes as the pain forced those drops out faster and
faster. As he came to the end of his orgasm, Succum pulled his cock out of
Phelps' hole and rammed a butt plug in. He quickly inflated the butt plug
until it was too large for Phelps to push it back out, then disconnected
the inflation bulb.

A few more strokes of the cane across Phelps' bruised butt got him crying
out in agony with each smack. Just the caning would have been painful
enough, but with the added pain from his biceps and balls Phelps was close
to full on crying. His body was quivering with fear and pain, and he was
biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself from crying out.

As the last stroke landed squarely across both of Phelps' arse cheeks
Succum put the cane down on a table and moved silently around to the front
of Phelps, where he squatted down to get a better angle. Reaching
underneath the horse he wrapped his hand around Phelps' cock and began
jerking him off. The movement of his hand in both directions had the
desired effect of causing the balls to tug against the cords and elicit
more pain that would mask the build up to his orgasm and make it take
longer with still more pain. However Succum sensed correctly that the
stimulation of the nerves in the cock was overcoming the pain receptors; he
stopped jerking Phelps before he shot his load out.

Succum went back to his bag and made some noises again, waiting a bit for
Phelps to sweat it out before making noise as he approached the hapless
boy. Clinking bits of metal together increased the sweat that was now
dripping from his forehead and nose and wetting the bag over his head,
hiding the signs of the tears that had dripped there earlier. But these
were not weights to add to the cords. Phelps felt something cold against
the skin of his stretched ball bag. After a few moments of feeling Succum
fiddling around down there he felt some weight hanging on his ball bag but
for the life of him he could not work out what it was. Then he felt the
same cold feeling against another part of his scrotum followed by the
feeling of some weight pulling on his scrotum against the pull of the
cords. He felt the same sensations for a third and a fourth time before it
stopped and he felt his hands being untied.

Clive Phelps tried to straighten up, but the pain in his back stopped him
until Succum grabbed both his ears and jerked his body upright. At that
Phelps could no longer hold in his scream. Then Succum just as quickly
pushed him back to the bent position over the horse. Using the ropes he had
just taken off of Phelps' wrists like a cat of nine tails, Succum gave him
a whipping over his butt cheeks which caused him to stand up immediately
and instinctively put his hands over his butt to either shield or soothe
his cheeks.

Succum removed the hood from Phelps' head and pulled him forward once more,
but this time he was ordered to use his mouth to clean the drying mucous
off of Succum's cock. "That will make your foul mouth sweeter," Succum
sneered.

Once his cock was clean enough, Succum pulled Phelps back up into a
standing position, where he was left while Succum dressed. Clothed once
more, Succum approached Phelps and took the weights off the cords and then
untied them from his balls. As Succum let go of Phelps' balls there was
soft rattling sound followed by a groan from Phelps as the stretching discs
Succum had fitted around his ball bag followed the path of gravity and
pulled down on the bag and pushed against the balls on the lower side of
the discs. Succum had fitted four three-quarter inch wide bag stretchers
onto Phelps' scrotum forcing a three inch space between his balls and his
cock. As a parting gesture, Succum opened a flask and poured some iced
water into a small bowl, into which he dipped Phelps' balls before pouring
the water over his abdomen. This had the same effect as cold weather,
making Phelps' ball bag try to shrink back against the body. Three inches
of steel refused to allow the scrotum to shrink, putting even more pressure
on Phelps' balls.

After packing up the rest of his equipment, Succum called for the officer
to "Come and take this piece of shit away." In all Succum had tortured the
boy for over three hours and left him with the butt plug and ball
stretchers. The butt plug he would be able to pull out as soon as he
discovered how to deflate it, but the stretchers required a special tool to
release the locking screws on them and were on his balls until Succum chose
to release them.



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