Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2016 20:10:11 -0700
From: Rick DeDikke <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: juvie-guard-bitch
Juvie Guard Bitch
By Rick the Dick
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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.
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