Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 15:34:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Midw Stud <midweststudent88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Juvenile Reformation 11

The lights went up and the buzzer sounded right at 0430 again.  Reiner woke
up as Billy did and gave him a smile.  That wouldn't last.  Billy and Eric
went to shit and clean themselves.  Reiner obviously couldn't because of
the oversized rubber pyramid lodged in his rear.  Billy marveled again at
how natural it seemed after 24 hours to be openly shitting with other boys,
standing right over them as they dropped their turds, smelling all the
usually personal smells, and seeing young and generally large cocks and
balls flopping around all over the place.  Billy and Eric didn't talk much
during their shits and clean out, they were both privately worrying about
Reiner.

It would be different if he was some jerk or predator among the inmates,
but this was a normal kid, the type who could have been either of their
friends or teammates on the outside, and he was in for a world of hurt.
Billy took a lot more water out of the steel dick than the day before, and
he and Eric squatted together and gurgled out their guts over the grate
together.

Everyone in punishment knew what was coming except for Reiner.  The early
fuck was over pretty quickly and uneventfully, since most of the COs were
more interested in the rest of the day's activities.  Billy got nailed in a
position he hadn't seen yet.  The CO put him on a low table in the corner
on his tummy, and then using ropes coming out from the wall cinched his
legs painfully apart so that his hole was gaping open and undefended.  He
never saw this CO's dick cause he just lubed it and jammed it into him, but
since there wasn't any pain he figured it wasn't as huge as yesterday's or
else his ass was turning into a pussy.  He remembered yesterday's late fuck
where Eric was taking a brutal fuck from a huge dick.  It didn't seem to
hurt him or upset him that much, he just took it.  Maybe it gets like that
Billy thought.

Once the early fuck was done, some COs wheeled in some odd equipment, some
of which Eric had described.  Billy immediately recognized the Christmas
tree.  It was a mean looking giant black dildo with a rounded but pointy
top, and then series of ever-widening ridges.  The top pyramid was probably
only two inches in diameter, going down to an inch below the ridge, but the
next one looked to be at least an inch bigger, with the narrower parts
under the ridges getting successively bigger as well.  The bottom rung had
to be six or seven inches diameter.  It was mounted on a high stool that
was on some sort of stand that looked to have adjustable foot pads.

There was also a cart like you see in restaurants with trays at various
levels.  All during the early fuck the CO's had made Reiner repeatedly sit
on a chair, stand up, then sit again.  It looked awfully painful with each
sitting working the huge plug around in his stuffed hole.  Billy felt bad
for him, and wondered when the last time Reiner must have shit was.  That
would be awful to be doing those exercises with an assfull.  Reiner's legs
were still jumpy and weak, so many of his attempts at sitting were little
more than falling into the chair, which made him grimace.

Next, Reiner was made to do crunches on a small pad on the floor.  One of
the COs counted and he had to do as many as they said or else.  Being fit,
Reiner was able to keep up for the first ten or fifteen minutes, even
though he was weak from being hogtied, and was still high-cuffed.  Finally,
he didn't make his allotment.  One of the CO's snapped a hook with a rope
and handle onto the eyelet of the plug, and dragged Reiner around the floor
by the plug.

It looked awful.  You could see his anus stretching and bending with the
force of his body being dragged.  The force was trying to pull the plug out
of his hole, but instead of popping out, it just lewdly stretched his ass
ring.  The guard dragged him onto the mat again and he had to carry on.
After a few more draggings and a lot more crunches, Reiner looked
exhausted.  It must have been nearly impossible to do crunches with the
thing inside him, and the straining and bending required would only make
the plug stretch his hole more.  At that point, more COs started to filter
into the room.

Reiner was told to stand and moved over by the grate.  A CO took out a key
and undid the locks on the plug chain and roughly pulled it through the
metal ring.  The CO put on a rubber glove, and without a word yanked the
plug out with the rope attached for dragging.  Reiner doubled over in pain,
but the CO still looked angry about something.  He gave Reiner a pretty
sharp punch to the gut, and it became clear what he wanted.  Reiner started
to almost convulse shit, some of which came out in globs on the floor and
the rest this kind of dribbled down his thighs.  He probably hadn't had a
shit in a couple days until then, plus all the crunches and the dragging
around with the plug.  A trustee was there who took Reiner into the shower
and washed him off, using a brush to clean his legs and in his crack.

Now was time for what the COs had come in for.  Reiner was led over to the
stool and told to climb up onto the foot pads.  He did so, and then with
two COs guiding him by his waist, was brought on top of the Christmas tree
and pulled down a few inches.  The COs explained to Reiner what he had to
do.  There were marbles on the lower tray of the cart.  Reiner had to pick
them up one at a time, and put them on the upper tray.  They were about 16
inches apart.  With his hands high cuffed, it was hard enough to grab the
marbles, but since his hands only had about 3 inches of movement with the
cuffs, it meant that he had to travel up and down the Christmas tree to
move them between trays.  They further explained that he had to move 75
marbles in an hour, or else they would lower the foot pads and the shelves,
so he would be doing the same task, but on a lower and larger part of the
tree.

Reiner looked terrified.  Reiner extended his hands as far as he could now
that the trays were in position, and found that from where he was, with
just several inches of the tree in his ass, he could just barely reach the
top tray.  He shuddered to think how far down he'd have to go to reach the
bottom tray, but would soon find out.  More lube was poured onto the
monstrous dildo, and Reiner was blindfolded.  The foot pads were to the
sides of the stool, almost behind a little, and quite wide, making it an
awkward and difficult motion to raise and lower oneself.  Billy thought to
himself that if your legs gave out, you would basically have your whole
body weight pulling you down onto the Christmas tree.  Jesus.

The clock started and Reiner began in earnest.  He knew the first few
marbles would be the hardest, he could make up time later.  He wiggled his
rear, pushed out like he was taking a huge dump, and began his travels down
the tree.  The first few rungs were not too difficult after the battering
his shit chute had taken with the plug, and there was a small relief each
time he passed one of the ridges and the plug lost an inch or more of
diameter, allowing his pummeled assring to close a little.  He still hadn't
gotten low enough to grab a marble, and he was having a difficult time
passing this ring.  He wiggled and wiggled, but finally made a few little
bounces and pushed out as hard as he could.  In an instant, he dropped
about two inches, passing the large ring, probably five inches in diameter,
and getting a small ways onto the next one.  He bore down a little harder,
and his battered ring opened a bit more, allowing him to descend the final
inch he needed to get a marble.  He was pleased he hadn't had to pass the
next ring in order to reach.

Going back up was more difficult actually than going down.  Because the
ridges were not as sloped as they were on the downward journey, it really
pulled at his sphincter to get past them.  Still, with the diameter getting
smaller as he went, they were small battles, and he was soon up to the top
tray where he delivered his first marble.  Down he went again, a little bit
faster, but still carefully.  All the boys were watching him with pity and
gladness that it wasn't them up there.  "He's got a nasty surprise coming,"
Eric whispered to Billy.

Indeed, a few minutes later, a CO walked quietly up behind Reiner, pulled
out his taser, and gave him a contact shot at the small of his back.
Reiner jerked wildly and yelled out.  He had been on his upward journey,
but now fell down the tree, further than he had been before.  Billy thought
his assring must have ripped.  It was wantonly cruel, but the COs had
learned from experience that the shock of a punch, and especially a jolt
from a taser disrupts the muscle tension a boy on the tree maintains, and
allows significant slackening of the anal muscles, allowing for much
greater stretching.  Reiner luckily hadn't dropped his marble, and just
when Billy thought he would start bawling, he soldiered on and delivered
the marble.

Reiner finished his 75 marbles in the hour, and was hoisted off the tree.
Wobbling, he walked towards a chair, but was steered away by a CO.  For his
'break' Reiner was lifted onto a table sort of stand with a metal frame
extending above the tabletop on one end.  Extending sideways from this
frame was a smooth metal bar with a round knob on the end.  Placing Reiner
on his back on the long table, his feet were near the frame, and the metal
bar about 4 feet long.  The two COs turned a crank and the table lifted
until the pole was between Reiner's legs about four inches off the table
The COs then grabbed his legs, and began pulling him down within a couple
inches the bar jabbed into Reiner's nuts, which the guards roughly pushed
out of the way.  The ball on the end of the pole was lined up with Reiner's
hole, which was now a sloppy open mess shiny with lube that you could see
way into.

Once the ball was stuck somewhere inside the slimy crater that once was
Reiner's tight little ass slit, the guards pulled him down nearly a foot,
the pole traveling up his brutalized ass chute.  With the crank, they then
lowered the table about 6 inches.  The back of Reiner's knees were on the
edge of the table, and his head and shoulders were on the table top.  But
his whole midsection was held aloft by the metal pole planted deep inside
him.  All the boys could imagine what that felt like, stretching your shit
tube in the deepest places, and with much of the pressure on the entrance
to the hole.  You could keep most of your body weight off by taking it with
your legs and shoulders, but no one could keep an arched position like that
for very long.  Reiner tried, but after a few minutes, the boys saw him
slump, and another howl escaped his lips.

Every few minutes, the guards would pull Reiner up about an inch, so the
pole was that much less deep in him.  At the end of the hour, basically
just the ball was still in his hole, supporting nearly all his body weight
just by his assring.  Billy had estimated Reiner to be about 5'10 and 140
or so...slim kid but still a lot of weight to hold up with your asshole.

After his 'break', it was back on the Christmas tree for Reiner.  Billy
didn't think he could watch any more, but wanted to be as supportive as he
could.  This time, the guard gave him a good long jolt with the taser, and
Reiner fell onto the last rung of the tree.  His ass didn't quite get
around that last biggest rung, but everyone could tell it was excruciating.
Billy expected him to pass out or start bleeding at any moment, but he
never did.  Somehow, Reiner managed to get the marbles up again.  For this
break, Reiner was hoisted onto a smooth round pyramidal dildo on a very
high stool.  The diameter was slightly less that the tree, but the stool
was so high that his feet came nowhere near to touching the floor.  Once
the guards got him onto it, the limp boy just slid down slowly, the black
plastic just disappearing into his gigantic asshole.  His ass held though,
and he actually stopped about three inches from the bottom.  Luckily for
Reiner, the stool was next to a wall, so he could rest his head and
shoulders against it.  After a few minutes though, he coughed, and lurched
down the rest of the dildo.  There was nothing more to resist, it was
planted in him.  With his buttocks on the stool he could actually rest a
little, but the giant mound of rubber was slowly expanding his anal tube.

Reiner had to do four rounds on the tree and looked half dead when he
finally was allowed off the last time.  With no ceremony the COs told the
trustee who was still there to clean him up.  Once he was washed off, they
let him sit at one of the tables, where they gave him his first food in a
day, his new diet for the next week.  The shakes, as Eric had explained,
were diuretic and stool-softening.  The point being to make a constant
uncontrollable and humiliating stream of wet poo leak out of the poor
victim's destroyed ass.  Billy and Eric could barely stand to look at him.
When he was in the shower they could see his destroyed cavity from across
the room.  It looked like the punishment had actually moved his buttocks
apart.  Where there used to be an asshole, there was a six inch wide hole.
With his pale skin, the dark red of the anal lining, normally hidden from
view, stood out in contrast.  You could see far into his butthole, it
looked as if the hole kept the same diameter way far into his digestive
tract.

Within an hour the shit would begin dribbling down his legs, and Reiner
would be laughed at and teased in gen pop.  There wasn't the camaraderie
there that develops among the boys stuck in punishment where they help each
other out, its everyone for himself.  No one would help him clean himself
up, or help him do anything.  He would be high-cuffed for the week so he
couldn't do anything for himself.  If any of the sicker perverts wanted to
degrade him further, they could savage his battered hole, not that he'd
feel it.  Eric and Billy felt really bad for him.