Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 11:19:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Midw Stud <midweststudent88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Juvenile Reformation 44--last chapter

This is the last chapter of this story.  I hope you all have enjoyed
reading.  I have liked hearing from those who have followed the story, and
encourage anyone who has to contact me.  I have a busy schedule, but hope
to write another story sometime in the future, so please let me know any
ideas you have.  Thanks for reading.


By Sunday morning it was time for the boys to head to the airport and
return to school.  Back in their dorm finally, the two boys talked about
the weekend, and their concerns about the investigation.  They felt
reasonably safe.  They were far away from their hometown, and the local
authorities couldn't do anything to them.  They were still 18, and could be
sent back to Pine Creek for another two years, but the cops would really
have to pull some shit to find something to lock up two outstanding
students.  They worried more for their younger brothers, and any of the
other guys they'd known in jail who could get caught up.  The men they had
met with said the investigation could take a long time, and they knew
they'd be nervous until it was done.

For the next week the sailors spent in DC, before Paul and Steven traveled
to Pine Creek and the rest returned to training, the sailors would fuck
Paul and Steven every chance they got.  They even got some Marines and
others billeted at the Barracks in on the action.  Paul and Steven couldn't
believe what had happened.  Overnight they had gone from studly young
warriors into fucktoys for other men.  They put it all down in their heads
to preparing for their mission, but each secretly began to crave dick when
they weren't being stuffed.  The feeling of being taken by another man, and
giving him so much pleasure that he shot off in your ass was intoxicating
for both of them.  When they were working out or doing chores around the
barracks, the boys felt empty.  They were fucked so much that there was
pretty much constant cum leakage from their abused holes.

The fun came to an end when the boys were summoned by their commander and
some of the investigators.  Paul and Steven had pretty much been confined
to the barracks and had worn only workout clothes the whole time, since
their only activities were eating, working out twice a day, and having
nearly constant sex with eachother, their unit mates, and pretty much any
sailor or marine in the barracks who wanted a juicy piece of boy ass or
mouth.  Now, as both boys pulled on their tight, cheek-parting white
uniform pants, they felt the constriction of clothing again.  Both of them
had grown since first being fitted for their uniforms, and the trousers
rode right into their cracks, and displayed their genitals grossly.  By the
time the boys were leaving the barracks, both had wet spots forming on
their pants where their assholes were leaking cum.  They had both been
fucked about a half dozen times already that day.

Their commander told them he had been hearing stories from the barracks,
and was glad the boys had been preparing themselves and had thrown so much
into their mission.  However, they needed to stop taking it in the butt so
they would appear to be normal teen boys with virgin back passages.  They
would be traveling to Pine Creek in a few days, as soon as the paper work
was sorted out.  Afterwards, the commander had a corpsman examine both
boys.  As the two leaned over the desk with their pants around their
ankles, they sighed softly as the medic began to poke around their anuses.
He said that both were in good shape and should tighten up enough in the
next few days that a layman wouldn't be able to tell they weren't virgins.
Since they'd only been getting fucked for a week, there wasn't any muscle
change in their asses.  He did however tell them they had to practice
pretending they still had an anal reflex.  He told them that boys who
hadn't been anally penetrated automatically tensed up their sphincters when
they were touched.  Theirs had actually opened, inviting his finger in.  He
said they had to practice with eachother flinching and closing their asses
when they were touched, to give the staff at Pine Creek the impression they
were virgins back there.

The sailor boys had been gone a few hours by the time they got back to the
barracks, and there was a group of horny young men waiting in their rooms.
They sadly informed them that there could be no more ass fucking, but that
their mouths were open for business.  Both boys sucked out at least a dozen
loads each over the rest of the afternoon and evening.  They hadn't done
too much sucking before, but both found it awesome to give a man suck
pleasure with his mouth, and to feel the awesome power of his orgasm inside
their heads.  The boys took breaks to check out eachother's asses, lightly
prodding them and practicing clenching their buttholes.  A few days later
they were on a plane with a few of the investigators heading toward Pine
Creek.

The setup the investigators had come up with was fairly simple.  They had
been entered into the justice system as cousins who had been convicted of a
crime out of state, but who were now under the guardianship of their
grandmother who lived in one of the counties served by Pine Creek.  In such
a situation, it would be routine for them to serve their sentence there.
Pine Creek, as a for-profit juvenile lockup, welcomed such inmates because
the sentencing jurisdiction had to pay greater rates per day for their
detention.  The nearest major airport to Pine Creek was in the next state
over, so the boys and the agents staged at a motel there.  On the day they
were to go to Pine Creek, the boys dressed in jumpsuits the investigators
brought that matched those worn in the county their records said they had
been convicted in.  Keeping with detail, the agents told them that at that
jail, underwear was not permitted, so the boys pulled the bright yellow
jumpsuits over their taught smooth naked bodies.

Both immediately sprang erections from the coarse material and seam rubbing
the heads of the dicks, and because they hadn't gotten off in a day and a
half, after a week of cumming almost constantly.  The investigators had
talked to the state police in the state they were in and gotten a van and
an officer to drive the boys to Pine Creek.  They still hadn't told any
officials in the state where Pine Creek was located about the
investigation.  The police officer brought an extra uniform, so one of the
agents could accompany him and the boys.  They went over emergency
procedures including the collect number and signal word the boys could use
if they were in danger.  One word meant it wasn't immediate danger, and
that the investigators should get them released, the other meant imminent
danger that would trigger a raid of Pine Creek.

The four drove in the van the several hours to Pine Creek.  A few miles
away, they pulled off the road into a wooded area and put waist chains with
handcuffs on the boys, and ankle shackles.  Feeling scared for the first
time, the Paul and Steven rode in silence for the last 15 minutes before
they pulled up in front of the dreary building.  Getting uneasily out of
the van, the boys were grabbed by Pine Creek COs and hauled into the room
next to the garage.  The CO pulled out two pairs of cuffs, and locked each
boy to a ring in the wall, connected by his waist chain.  The COs and the
trooper and investigator from DC traded paperwork and signatures for 15
minutes while the boys watched from their positions chained to the wall.

When they finished the CO said to the trooper that he probably needed his
cuffs back, which the trooper replied he did.  The CO uncuffed the boys,
who stood nervously, rubbing their wrists.  "Get those fucking jumpsuits
off, I ain't re-cuffing you for your intake search."  The boys started to
unbutton the fronts of their jumpsuits, revealing their perfectly smooth
and defined chests, and their large nipples, erect from the cold.  The
loose jumpsuits sort of fell and slid off their shoulders bunching around
their legs.  The boys, their large dicks now showing, stepped out of the
pile of clothing and the CO bent to pick them up.  Handing all the cuffs,
waist chains, and leg cuffs to the trooper along with the jumps, he moved
to re-cuff the boys.  He cuffed them with their hands in front, and added a
second pair of cuffs onto each boy's wrist chain, which he reconnected to
the ring in the wall.

The CO tried to make small talk with the trooper and the investigator.  He
told them how he had been a banker before joining Pine Creek, that he had
wanted to be a cop, but the hours and benefits at Pine Creek were better.
The investigator was thinking to himself that this guy must be one of the
perverts who left good jobs to come work at Pine Creek and abuse boys.  He
knew these private jail guards made basically minimum wage with no
benefits, and here this guy was trying to be all buddy buddy with them and
act like a colleague.  The investigator, now ill to his stomach and worried
about Paul and Steven, made an excuse about having to get back to their
duties, and started to leave.  As soon as they left the intake room and the
door closed, the CO started toward the boys.