Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2015 12:47:37 +0200
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Juvenile Detention - 3

JUVENILE DETENTION

Chapter 3 – The Induction

They had had to pull to a stop outside the first gate, where Karl had to
show his I.D. card to the camera and declare who he was and who else was in
the car with him. A disembodied voice over the intercom told them,
"Proceed," and the gate began to slide open. Karl drove the car through,
stopping in front of the second gate. Josh turned in his seat to watch the
gate close behind them, shutting out his freedom for the next six
months. Once the first gate had closed the second began to open to allow
them through the perimeter fence. They drove up a short drive, to stop in
front of huge doors set into the building. For some reason Josh could not
understand, Karl again had to show his I.D. to a camera and declare who
they were before those doors swung outwards to allow them to drive into the
building itself. The room they drove into was dark, without any lights or
windows. Once they were inside, the doors swung closed with a clang that
told Josh they were made of steel, not wood. As soon as the doors closed,
bright lights in a high ceiling came on and Karl turned off the engine.

Joe got out and opened the door for Josh. Leaning in, he said, "I'm sorry
but I have to cuff your hands together now. I don't understand why, because
it is not like you could get anywhere fast, is it?"

"It's okay, Joe. I am not going to start giving you trouble now. Do what
you have to do," Josh told him. Joe undid the cuff that was around the pole
and replaced it around Josh's wrist, at least cuffing his hands together in
front of him rather than behind him.

Joe helped Josh to get out of the car and Karl got out and walked around to
wait at their side. After Josh had got out and straightened up, Karl took
one of his elbows and Joe took the other and they led Josh towards an
armoured window and gate. Karl dropped an envelope containing Josh's file
down a slot at the front of the window and the disembodied voice that they
had heard outside said, "One moment." The three listened in silence as
someone rustled the papers, obviously reading through them, before the
voice came back. "Any problems from Tolmers on the journey?"

"None at all. This one will not give you any trouble," Karl replied.

"Good. You may remove your cuffs now. Tolmers, put your hands through the
slot once the cuffs are off," the voice said.

Karl took his cuffs off of Josh and then showed him where to put his hands
through the slot. A new set of cuffs were put on him, not as gently or as
loose as Karl's had been. Josh pulled his hands back and there was a
buzzing followed by the door opening. "Step through the door,
Tolmers. Thank you, gentlemen. We will see you again when you get to bring
the next one. Have a pleasant trip home," the voice said as Josh, now very
nervous, stepped through the door. He turned to look back at Joe and
Karl. Joe gave him a "thumbs-up" sign and Karl nodded his head and then
jerked it forwards indicating to Josh that he should go on through. Once
Josh had stepped through the doorway it closed behind him, effectively
cutting him off from the two people who had given him some hope for the
future and encouraged him to believe he had a chance after he got out.

"Stay where you are, Tolmers," the voice told him. "Okay, guys, you may
reverse out now. See you next time. Have a good trip home." Josh could now
hear the voice directly, not over a loud speaker, and knew he was talking
to Joe and Karl. He wished he too could add his wishes for them to have a
safe journey home.

Suddenly a giant of a man appeared in a doorway to Josh's side. He was
dressed in a prison warden's uniform, but his sheer size was enough to
intimidate any teen into submission. The man stood at least six foot four
inches tall and might just have measured the same around his waist. He had
broad shoulders and obviously had a large skeletal frame but nevertheless
was obese with it too. As he spoke he proved to be the voice that Josh had
been hearing since he got there. "Right, Tolmers, you heard your
transporters tell me you would be no problem for us. Prove them right and
it will go well for you. In a short while two wardens will arrive to take
you for your induction and then it is up to you how well or how bad you do
during your stay at our luxurious hotel. Go stand in that circle and wait
for them to come and get you," the giant told Josh. Josh looked to where he
was pointing and moved straight away to stand in a white circle about
eighteen inches in diameter that had been painted on the floor.

"Thank you, sir," Josh said as he got to the circle and turned to look back
at the man, but he had already disappeared through the doorway he had
suddenly appeared in a few moments before. There was no response to Josh's
thanks. Josh stood in the circle, not moving except to scratch the odd
itch, for at least five minutes, facing the door he thought the wardens
would come through. Josh was hoping they would not take much longer as now
the coke and bottle of water he been blessed with on the journey had worked
through his system and he needed to pee. Additionally, the cuffs were
biting into the skin on his wrists and he was hoping they would be removed
soon. He was quite pleased with himself when the door he had predicted they
would use opened and two wardens walked through.

"Good evening. Mr Tolmers, we presume," one of the wardens said rather
sarcastically. "Welcome to our holiday home away from home." His smile was
more of a sneer than a smile as he looked Josh up and down.

"Come this way, boy," the other warden said, indicating the door they had
entered by and stepped through it. Josh followed behind him and the
sneering warden fell in behind Josh. The door let them into a corridor that
was painted a light grey and had high ceilings with mesh guards over the
light fittings. There were no windows in the corridor; they passed several
closed doors on the way to their destination. The warden in front stopped
by one of these doors. Using a key from a bunch on a chain attached to his
uniform belt, he unlocked the door and passed through it. Josh followed
with the second warden still behind him.  Josh did not turn around to look
but heard the warden who was behind him rattle his keys and lock the door
they had just passed through. They had entered a second corridor similar to
the first and once more walked down past closed doors in their single file
formation. Stopping in front of one of the doors the warden at the front
again chose a key to unlock the door and they went through and waited while
the door got locked again. This time they were in a brightly lit room with
a table in the middle of the room and some locked cabinets against one
wall. On the table was a wire mesh basket with a plate on it bearing the
number 269. In a corner was a glass fronted shower cubicle with a wash
basin next to it; beside the cabinets was a little three legged stool.

"Now we want no nonsense from you, Tolmers. We will remove the cuffs now,
and if you do as you are told they will not be put back on again. Do you
understand?" the sneering warden asked.

"Yes, sir. You won't get any trouble from me," Josh replied.

"Well that is the right attitude to start with. I hope it lasts," the other
warden said more kindly as he took the cuffs off of Josh. Josh immediately
rubbed his wrists to get his feeling back in them.

"Don't waste time rubbing your hands, boy. Strip and put everything in this
basket," sneering warden said, tapping the basket on the table with his
baton. Josh had not expected to be told to strip and stood there for a few
moments in shock. "What are you waiting for, boy? We haven't got all
day. You either strip now or we rip them off you, and that will not look so
nice when you leave here to go home in them. Get moving, boy!"

The harshness of the shouted words snapped Josh out of his shock and he
started to take his shirt off. He followed this with his socks and shoes
and then his jeans. As he took each item off he folded them and placed them
in the basket. With the jeans now resting in the basket he stood back in
his boxers and looked at the two wardens.

"The boxers and your watch as well," the other warden said calmly before
the sneering one could get in a word.

Josh was not happy with this, but he knew he had no choice, so he removed
his watch and placed that on top of the jeans, thinking that would be the
last he would see of it, and then followed through with his boxers. Josh
had had to change several times in the school change rooms and at the local
swimming pool and knew that there were many who had seen him as naked as he
was now. Also he realised that he probably would not have succeeded in
keeping himself covered so he did not even try to now. After folding his
boxers and placing them in the basket to cover his watch he stood straight
with his hands at his sides.

"Check this list of your possessions. If you believe it to be accurate,
sign the form at the bottom," the kinder warden said. Josh looked down the
list and saw that everything including his watch was on the list; without
comment he signed at the indicated line on the form. Both wardens then
signed the form and a copy of it was folded and placed inside the
basket. The mean warden then closed the basket and locked it with a key. He
picked up the basket, and with the rest of the copies of the form sitting
on top of the basket he carried it over to the door they had entered
by. The kinder warden unlocked the door and let him through, locking the
door again after he had gone.

"That is the last you will see of him, so be thankful. He finishes his
shift tonight and then has taken a transfer to a different prison. In a few
moments the barber will come in to shave you and then you will have a
shower. After that you will be taken and introduced to your cell block and
your stay in our hotel officially begins," the warden told him. Josh looked
at this warden, who seemed to be quite nice. Josh guessed he was about
thirty years old and noticed that he was as tall as Josh but a bit bulkier
in build, with brown hair that was cut reasonably short. "Just a few words
of advice off the record, Tolmers. One, amongst the other inmates there is
a pecking order; learn it as fast as you can as it will help you in the
end. Two, as far as the wardens and other staff go, you only speak to them
when they speak to you. The only exception is an emergency or to
acknowledge our presence. You are not here for a holiday, but to learn what
the error of your ways has cost you. Three, obedience and compliance will
take you far here and help you to get by easier. Four, the faster you learn
the wardens' names, the better it will be for you. Some will tell you, but
others you will have to learn by listening to them being addressed by some
of your fellow inmates or by other wardens. I am Officer Steven and that is
how you will address me from now on. No calling us 'sir'. That is just like
trying to suck up to us, and we don't give points for sucking up."

There was a noise behind Josh and he automatically turned to see what it
was. The noise had been a key turning in a lock which allowed a different
door into the room to be opened and the barber walked in. "What have we
here? Any problems?" he asked.

"Not so far, Jake," Officer Steven responded, "but that might be about to
change."

"That does seem to be the case when their precious locks start falling to
the floor," Officer Jake said. Jake was fifty five and beginning to go grey
and lose his hair at the same time. But he had a round face that gave an
air of joviality; his pale complexion matched his straw coloured hair.

"Right, we will start at the top then. Sit down here." Officer Jake
indicated a three legged stool which he had pulled out from beside the
cabinets. Josh obeyed and sat still while Officer Jake got some equipment
out of the cupboard. Jake was standing behind Josh so he could not see all
that was coming out the cupboard or what Jake was doing. Soon enough
though, Josh heard the unmistakable sound of the electric clippers running
and felt a hand grip one side of his head. This was followed by the
vibrations and change in tone of the clippers as they started to cut
through his hair. Josh could also feel the cold metal of the clippers
against his scalp and realised that there was not going to be much hair
left once the barber had finished. The clippers went and the hands changed
sides and Josh saw his hair falling to the floor. The clippers got turned
off and Officer Jake moved away for a bit but was back again only moments
later and placed a bowl on the table. Josh saw him lift up an old fashioned
shaving brush and a cake of ordinary bath soap. He dipped both the brush
and the soap into the bowl and as he lifted them Josh could see water
dripping from them. Jake worked the brush against the bar of soap and began
to build up a lather which he brushed onto Josh's nearly bald head and Josh
realised he was about to have that little bit of hair shaved off to leave
him completely bald. With enough lather on his head, Jake took up a
standard safety razor and started to shave Josh's head going from the front
right over the top and down his neck to his shoulder level. Every so often
Jake would stop to add some more lather, not caring if water or suds
dripped down onto Josh's body.

"Tip your head back," Officer Jake ordered and Josh quickly obeyed. He had
about a day's stubble on his chin and upper lip and Jake made short work of
removing that, making sure that any hint of sideburns and beard were all
removed. "Let's have your right arm next." Jake commanded. Josh was again
surprised by this comment but lifted his arm nevertheless. Officer Jake
held the elbow so that it was straight and starting at Josh's shoulder
shaved down the full length of the arm twisting it to make sure that he got
all the hair off. The action was repeated for Josh's left arm and then he
was ordered to lie down on the table face up. Officer Jake took a pair of
scissors and trimmed his arm pit hair before shaving that area too and
after cleaning his other pit he moved on and just covered the whole of
Josh's chest in lather and began to shave it from the neck down. Josh was
not happy about this but was sticking to his resolve and remembering the
advice that Officer Steven had given him before the barber entered he did
not baulk or complain. His compliance continued when Officer Jake took the
scissors to his pubic hair as Josh had already accepted that he was going
to be shaved from head to toe. What he had not counted on was Officer Jake
using the lather he had worked up to lubricate his cock and jerk it to full
hardness. "Makes it easier and safer to shave," Officer Jake told
him. Clearly Josh's face had expressed his shock and horror not to mention
his total embarrassment at being jerked to an erection by a guy older than
his father. With his front smooth and hairless Josh was ordered to turn
over and even though he did not think he had any hair there to speak of
other than on his legs his whole back was shaved including his butt and
even into his crack. Josh was quite surprised at the feelings he
experienced as his crack was shaved, this being the last bit of him to be
shaved ,and even more surprised and embarrassed when he was told to stand
up again to find that his cock was still rock solid, showing off his five
inches of uncut solid meat.

"Into the shower with you now," Officer Steven said. He took Josh over to a
corner of the room where the shower cubicle was set into the corner with
two glass walls so that he could still be observed. Josh was given the
block of soap that had been used to make the lather to shave him with and
told to get in the shower and make sure that he washed himself
properly. Josh stepped into the cubicle and pulled the glass door
closed. He began to look around for the taps when suddenly jets of cold
water hit from all directions making him gasp out loud and filling his
mouth with water. The water flow was controlled by the officers outside the
cubicle and there was no hot water for this shower. Within seconds Josh was
wet all over and the jets of water stopped. "Soap yourself up and then we
will wash it all off." Officer Steven told Josh. Josh obeyed and then
braced himself for the icy blast once more. When it came he quickly started
to rub as much of his skin as he could reach with his hands to make sure
the soap and any dirt came off.  The water was cold enough to cause his
ball bag to shrink and pull his balls so tight against his body that he
felt a dull ache down there. His cock had lost its hardness and had shrunk
to less than three inches in length. But worse than that, the coldness
overcame his self-control and Josh could not stop the piss he was so
desperate to get rid of from flowing. He turned to face the corner while
the piss came out in the hopes the wardens would not see it. The water jets
stopped and a shivering Josh stepped out of the cubicle hoping to be given
a towel but none was forthcoming. Josh noticed that Officer Jake had left
the room and it was just him and Officer Steven.

"Don't be embarrassed. Most guys can't hold their pee in when those cold
jets hit them and it is only you and I that know," Officer Steven
said. Then Josh was taken through another door, which had to be unlocked
and locked behind them again, into a corridor that could have been one of
the ones they had already walked along, as they all looked the same
anyway. But this time he had no cuffs and no clothes on and was still
dripping and shivering from the cold shower. Officer Steven continued to
fill him in with unofficial tips and advice.

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