Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2011 16:10:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Midw Stud <midweststudent88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Juvenile Reformation 7

Billy and Eric went out into the day room.  People were still crowded
around Reiner, the hog-tied boy on the floor, or were mopping or doing
other chores.  It didn't seem like anyone had missed them, or they just
assumed Eric was teaching the new meat the ropes.  Some of the boys were
trying to give Reiner some water and make him a bit more comfortable, or at
least less uncomfortable.  It's hard to relax at all when you are hogtied,
and Reiner looked miserable.

Billy watched as the boys struggled to mop or sweep with their cuffs.  Boys
who were high-cuffed apparently got out of chores, it was basically
impossible for them to do anything.  He saw Conrad, who had helped him out
earlier and walked over to him.  "Thanks for helping me out earlier, I
appreciate it," Billy said to him.

"No problem man, we gotta help each other out.  Are you ok?  Those animals
really gave it to you good, and you being new meat and all, jesus."

"I'll be fine," Billy replied confidently, "I just want to do my time and
get the hell out of here."

"Doesn't that thing hurt?  Why do you have it on?" Billy asked Conrad,
motioning with his eyes toward his collar.

"I am not sure," Conrad replied, "No one knows how they make that decision.
They just came in and put this on me last night before you came in.  I
thought I would be on the suck table today.  They always high-cuff the
cocksucker cause some of the COs like their balls tickled, but they didn't
put me there so I really don't know.  You also get high cuffed for the butt
buster, but I didn't do anything that would get me that, unlike this poor
guy here," motioning with his finger cuffed next to his ear at Reiner on
the floor.  They'll probably put me back in low cuffs tomorrow afternoon
when we get plugged.  You need a waist chain for that anyway.

"So where you from Conrad?  You play sports?"

"I am from over in Poplar Springs, went to Madison Regional.  I ran cross
country the past two years, but missed this season in here.  Maybe will be
out in time for track."

"Oh cool," Billy replied.  "I went, I mean go, to Broadfield and I run
track to stay in shape for soccer."  Broadfield was the northern high
school for the small city of Broadfield and was a pretty big soccer rival
of Madison, which covered large parts of two rural counties and had at
least 3,000 students.

"Yeah, well it's a lot different in here, huh.  Why don't they warn you
about this place?  I would never have even littered in my life if I had
known about this place."  Conrad looked down and continued.  "Man if you
had told me a few months ago that I would be getting my ass stuffed every
day by these lunatics and walking around naked with my hands chained to my
neck getting butt plugs stuffed up me, I wouldn't have believed a word of
it."  Conrad paused for a minute.  "I mean, I really hope none of this is
permanent.  I mean, getting fucked isn't as bad as it used to be, and I
don't even mind sucking dick that much anymore, as long as it's not a CO's.

I hope none of this becomes normal.  What would I do?  I mean you can't
just go around school sucking dudes off."  Billy's ears perked up at
Conrad's mention of bjs.  So he liked to suck other boys off too?  Wow.
Conrad was really friendly, and Billy thought, hot as hell.  Billy's dick
actually stiffened up at the thought of getting blown by Conrad, even
though he had shot a monster load only a few minutes before.  He tried to
remember Conrad's dick from before they were washed and made to put on the
undies, but he couldn't.

He hadn't seen Conrad get fucked that morning, it must have happened during
his own ordeal.  "Aw man, I bet the girls are all over you, don't worry
about it," Billy said giving Conrad a wink and turning a bit sideways so he
could give Conrad's package a little lift.  Billy couldn't believe what he
had just done.  An hour before he wouldn't have dreamed of touching another
boy's dick, and now he just reached out and touched another dude's dick and
balls without even thinking about it.  Conrad didn't seem to mind and gave
him a big smile.

Just then the door buzzed and in walked two COs, and the captain with a boy
in tow.  The boy was in sweatpants and a t-shirt so had come from gen pop.
He looked scared and young.  Unbelievably to himself, Billy got a semi.
Did he really want to see this boy naked?  What was wrong with him?  The
boy was adorable in that way some 15 or 16 year olds are.  He had dark
almost black hair that fell around his face, and bright blue eyes and what
looked like a killer smile.  He was smallish, so not too ripped or
anything, but looked athletic and fit.  The girls must love him.  They sort
of pushed the boy into the room and said "Strip."

The boy did as he was told, pulling off his t-shirt, shucking his slippers,
and pulling down his sweatpants.  Surprising only to Billy, the boy had on
pink panties under his sweats.  The warden had gotten the idea from Sheriff
Joe's jail in Arizona, but decided to make them skimpy panties instead of
just pink drawers, mostly for the benefit of the guards.  Conrad whispered
to him.  "That's Jake, he was in punishment till yesterday but never got
his whipping cause CO Johnson was out sick.  Guess they brought him back
for it, poor bastard."

Jake pulled down the panties without emotion.  If he'd just spent a week or
so in here, Billy thought, he shouldn't be too shy.  The COs moved in on
Jake and dragged him to the wall.  They kicked his legs apart and pulled
his hands high over his head.  "Keep 'em there," one growled.  The guards
pulled down Velcro straps on ropes, the same ones that had held some boys'
legs up earlier.  They cuffed Jake's hands into them so they were spread
out fairly wide.  The ropes looked taught, and the position rather painful.

Next, they attached Velcro cuffs to Jake's ankles, but they only had
lengths of chain on them with a carabiner at the end.  Billy didn't know
what they were for, but assumed it was something awful.  Next a CO came out
with a large leather strap.  It had a slit down the middle, Billy later
learned to make it go faster through the air and suck skin harder.  The
slit was a half inch wide, and between the two layers of leather was a
sheet metal insert that fit the slit, and had a slit of its own about an
eighth of an inch wide that produced the slit through which air passed.

The captain just said "30" and the CO with the strap moved in behind Jake.
The strap hissed through the air very loudly and made a cracking sound when
it connected with Jake's buttocks.  Jake's knees went weak from the blow
and he crumpled an inch or so before he was caught by his wrists.  The CO
reached roughly between Jake's legs once he got his footing back and yanked
his nuts backward so they were mashed between his thighs and visible.

The strap fell on Jake's butt, legs, and back nine more times.  Then the CO
put down the strap and went to Jake.  He turned Jake around so his back was
to the wall and his arms were crossed above his head.  The other CO went
over and each took one of Jake's legs, lifting him up until he was doubled
over and they snapped the carabiners into the metal ring that held his
Velcro wrist cuffs.  Jake was smooshed into a ball, but Billy now saw the
purpose.  Jake's butthole was lewdly displayed at just the right height.
The skin inside his crack looked pale because the rest of it was fire red.

The second CO pulled a hard cock out of his fly and walked over to Jake.
He licked two fingers, and rubbed them on his cock.  Sadly for Jake this
was all the lube he was getting.  The CO wasted no time and just plowed
into Jake's poor little hole.  Well perhaps not too little if he just
finished a week of punishment.  Jake groaned and the CO grunted.  Soon the
boys could hear the noise of Jake's back and shoulders slamming into the
wall as the CO hammer fucked the poor kid.

After about 20 minutes, the CO howled and shot what seemed like a pretty
big load into Jake's hole.  The other CO moved right back in and picked up
the strap.  Leaving Jake in his contorted position, the guard flayed his
ass, obviously trying to land blows between the cheeks, and around his
balls which were hanging vulnerably down towards his asshole.  After 10
more, the other CO fucked Jake just as bad as before.  When they unfastened
his legs and had him stand facing the wall again, a small rivulet of blood
flowed down the back of his right thigh.  Poor guy thought Billy.  After
the last ten strappings, Jake just hung from his wrists until the guards
let him down.  He collapsed onto the floor and some of the boys moved in to
tend to him.  "Not so fast," said the captain, "We're not done here."

The two COs approached Jake again and one just said "knees".  Billy could
see their softening dicks now.  Both had a good amount of blood on them, as
well as a good amount of crap.  Jake having been pulled out of gen pop for
his punishment never got a chance to clean his butt out.  Jake could barely
get onto his knees, but did and dutifully cleaned off the two cocks smeared
with his own filth.

The guards uncuffed Jake, and stood him up.  One of the CO's threw a pair
of tighty whities at him and Jake slowly pulled them on.  Another CO
fastened a waist chain around Jake's narrow middle, drawing it
unnecessarily tight so that the chain dug into Jake's smooth abs.  They
cuffed Jake's hands to the waist chain, and all left leading him between
them.  The boys could see Jake's underwear already staining red in the
crotch.