Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:34:14 +0000
From: Stevie Zadara <zadara1@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Offender Relief Day Part 2

OFFENDER RELIEF DAY PART 2 - enjoy. All feedback gratefully received, plus
ideas for what should happen to the lads to zadara1@hotmail.co.uk

You can also send pics of what you would like the lads to look like.


Part 2


The governor and his friends had come up with a number of ingenious way
to earn some extra cash for charity. Not, of course that they would ever
think of pocketing anything for their own selfish needs. They decided
that a number of the particularly athletic boys would come in very useful
for a specialised service they had in mind. Namely, for £50 an hour
--young, tough lads like this don't come cheap, even in a Scottish
offenders' institute -- the guests could hire a sedan chair. A luxurious
velvet upholstered seat carried by four youths from sideshow to sideshow.
This was a particularly good earner for those guests to infirm or
otherwise unfit to get around quickly, but who would nevertheless enjoy
being transported about by young half naked jocks forced to serve them on
behalf of a gay charity. An overweight guy in his mid fifties ordered the
service, handed over his money to a steward, and climbed aboard for the
ride. The boys were summoned and obediently jumped into position at each
corner of the chair and grabbed one of the poles.

Jamie, a smooth, cute,  blond 18 year old with a mop of lush hair  and a
centre parting, cropped short around and below the ears, grabbed the
front left hand side. He wore just an extremely tight pair of black
shorts with two white stripes up each side, white ankle socks with the
repeated wording `Horny' just below the top, and the obligatory black
hi-top Nikes with the white tick motif visible on both sides, half
unlaced. His shorts encased a tight little ass, the shorts so brief they
cupped his ballpack deliciously, showed off his knicker line visibly
through the material, and revealed an inch of butt at the rear as it
swished back and forth with the movement of his tough soccer player
thighs.

Jamie's 19 year old mate Robbie, likewise only 5'6",  wore a similar
outfit and if anything his little bot was even tighter and cheekier than
Jamie's. The boy looked so athletic, and the onlookers cooed and purred
at the curvaceous ass paraded for their lust and sexual gratification.
Robbie was a slightly darker blond, with  a magnificiently defined chest
and abs. A barbed wire tattoo adorned his left bicep, and two black
leather wristbands his left arm. His shorts were plain, tight black with
the word "BOY" stitched in a panel at the front of the waistband. He
sported white socks with a black band around the top circumference. At
the rear of the sedan contraption were 21 year old muscled Juri, a
Russian boy, in blue satin shorts, with no underwear, which barely
contained his big ex-Soviet cock. The shorts had sunk so low at the rear
over his big, juicy eastern European ass that an inch of buttcrack was on
display, the hot sunshine making his butt sweat. This produced a long
line of damp boyjuice all down the centre of his ass. The crowd reached
out and longed to stick their tongues in for a dose of roughboy nectar.
And big boy Juri's revealed butt crack was no mere builder cleavage.
This was a major cocktease for the prurient minds of the paying
visitors.  Juri's hair was cropped short and he wore white socks with a
blue stripe and blue and white Nike trainers. Our wrestler boy grabbed
the last corner, 20 year old 5'8" tall Scott, in  a blue and white
sheer panelled wrestling singlet. It clearly revealed his white jockstrap
beneath, the straps cupping and visibly slicing into his sexyboy glutes,
which hovered and quivered in the summer sunshine. The sides of his
little sporty singlet were cut so low, that they even gave a two inch
glimpse of ass strap at each side of his revealing costume. His big,
uncut cock tented out the front panel of the singlet obscenely, where a
spot of clear drool had dampened the clinging lyrca. A number of the
onlookers laughed as they spotted this and pointed out the ooze to the
other laughing guests.

"Oooh look, big boy here can't keep his juice in!"  shouted one
wiseguy. Little Scott winced as the guys leaned over to grope his crotch
and wedgie up his singlet. They all sniggered as the boy's butt crack
was almost completely exposed. One gave him a good slap across the butt
which made the chair wobble, much to the concern of the passenger.
"Steady, you stupid punks, if you drop me, there'll me trouble."

"Yes sir, whatever you say sir," chorused the obedient lads.

Scott was dark haired, with a short buzzcut and a metal rivet through his
left eyebrow. He looked like a typical student brat. Obviously doing time
for giving the ladies some unwanted attention. And so it was that these
were four of the boys instructed to carry the queers around from
entertainment to entertainment, while their passenger looked on and took
in the glorious sight of their straining, muscled bodies.

The boys carried their first paying customer to the gym hall, accompanied
by a large gaggle of guests, who made it their business to comment on the
boys' physiques, strengths and prowess, as their muscles tightened and
they carried the sedan chair across the playing field to the next
attraction. The accompanying guests made lewd observations about the
lads' appearance and several of them grabbed and groped the boys'
flexing, globular glutes. Enthusiasm got the better of them as they
neared the doors to the main building and, his hands otherwise occupied
and therefore helpless to defend him, poor Jamie's shorts were grabbed,
yanked down, and to a cheer from the other guests, exposed the boy's
very minimal blue cotton briefs. He struggled bravely to stop himself
being exposed as his paying passenger lurched sideways and, startled,
nearly toppled from his plush perch. His cock tented out the front of the
briefs suggestively and the governor, accompanying the mob, ordered the
poor embarrassed lad to step out of his shorts.

"Can't you see the gentlemen want to get a good view of your ass, you
ignorant little fuck. Mr Galloway has paid good money for a ride with
you; how dare you nearly topple him onto the grass."

Another guest wedgied Jamie's briefs right up his tight little buttcrack
to cheers from the other men, while yet another participant made free
with poor Robbie's shorts. Down they came, to more cheers, and a whoop
of delight as his red jockstrap was exposed to the crowd. He blushed red
as his cock and balls were suggestively felt up, and the governor ordered
him to allow it. It wasn't long before Scott, our wrestler, had his
singlet ripped from his shoulders and the straps dangled around his
knees.

"Our guests are right, you all look far too hot for shorts. Rest Mr
Galloway a moment while you remove your shorts and continue in only your
knickers. That should teach you a lesson to dress up too cockily. You'll
all learn eventually. Suddenly, Yuri's footie shorts were pulled clean
off him, and with no underwear to shield him, his uncut five inch cock
popped out for all the world to see. Yuri was mortified. He was doing
time for working illegally in a male brothel. You could see that he must
have earned plenty of money in there. The audience howled with laughter
and several of them pulled on the humiliated Russian boy's cock.

"Let's go into the gym," announced the governor, as the sedan chair
and around thirty paying guests entered the exercise quarters. The gym
was adjacent to one of the large showering areas and the party could hear
laughter and amusement as another group of guests teased and tormented
the four showering boys from the assault course competition. It sounded
like fun in there, and several observers were determined to see some
horny lads take their bath:

"He's dropped the soap again, the cheeky boy. He keeps bending over. I
think he wants to encourage his friend to pop his cock up there," came
the sounds of the crowd in the shower room.

But the governor led the bigger party on into the weights room.

"This is where we ensure our boys learn some discipline and grow up into
firm, strong, muscled lads, isn't it boys?"

"Yes sir," chimed the youths, as they set down rich, old Mr Galloway
and went to sit down in a corner of the gym, as instructed, in their
underwear, except Yuri, who was nude, crosslegged on the floor.

The guests seated themselves for the next show on three spectators'
bleakers, tiered  along one side of the gymnasium.

"Gentlemen, I think you will find this show rather fun, because we have
some discipline to hand out, and we want to make sure a little tough
newcomer learns a hard lesson and learns it well. Please welcome squaddie
Owen Jones. Owen is serving in Cardiff barracks and has been sentenced
here for theft from the army stores, He has only been here for two days
and already, yesterday, he found it amusing to grab hold of the kilt of
one of our male visitors and jeer suggestions about his sexuality for
wearing a dress. Not only that, last night he was flicking jam and potato
across the dining room hall, obviously thinking it highly amusing, and
generally acting like a spoilt child."

Owen, a hunky, crop headed squaddie, was brought into the room, mortified
that he was going to be part of an afternoon's entertainment for this
bunch of old queers. He had just turned 19, wore a dark green T shirt,
showing off hardboy tattoos at each bicep, one a Welsh crest and the
other a wreath of intertwines snakes. He had a sneering, arrogant mouth,
cute little ears and piercing green eyes. His bull neck matched his
muscled arms. He wore black army boots and camouflage trousers as he
swaggered to the center of the hall.

"Now, strip."

"What?"

"You heard. Get your clothes off. Now. I, and these gentlemen, are not
going to wait."

"Fuck off, I'm not taking my trousers off for you shits."

"I'm warning you, if you continue, like you did last night, to behave
like a little baby, you will be treated like one."

"Shit."

And with that, hunky, but only 5'6" squaddie Owen pulled his T shirt
over his head, revealing his perfect smooth armyboy chest. He reddened as
he undid his belt, took off his boots, and shucked down his combats. He
stood there embarrassed in just his green military issue cotton briefs
and socks.

"All of it!"

"You don't expect me to strip butt naked here in front of these fucking
queers?"

"Get on with it, you little snotface."

The boy did as he was told. Off came the briefs, as he was ordered to
show off and display his hard, sexy, bubble butt to the crowd, who
laughed and cheered heartily. They couldn't believe this squaddie was at
their mercy, beck and call.

"Now, up on the table."

"What?"

"You heard."

Owen hitched his muscled frame up on to a table lined with a foam top,
placed six feet in front of the guests, who eagerly anticipated what was
going to happen next.

"Nurse!", called out the governor. A fifty year old woman in a blue
medical outfit entered carrying a basket full of equipment.

Now, since you enjoy so much behaving like a child, you are going to be
treated like one. And I'm warning you to go along with this, because if
you don't, things will be very difficult for you're here.

As Owen lay on his back as instructed, the nurse set her bags down by the
table and took hold of Owen's ankles. Spotting that a woman had come in
to deal with him, the dumb jock put both hands over his rather large
cock, easily six inches flaccid and surmounted by  a glorious dark bush
of pubes. Other than that, he was entirely hairless.

"Don't worry about a little insignificant pee-pee like that, I've seen
it all before," she admonished, as the crowd laughed, since his meat
clearly wasn't all that little and the boy looked shocked to see his
penis so badly underestimated in the size department.

"I hear you've been acting like a baby?"

"Well, I..."

"Oh, dear, dear. You know what happens then? You get treated like one.
First of all, it doesn't do to have big, hairy, sticky-out pee-pees. We
will need to get rid of your little sprouting pubes here."

There was nothing little or sprouting about them. It was a full manly
bush. Except he was beginning to doubt himself now.

"I...I... gnugh." Owen gagged as the nurse stuffed a big pink pacifier
into the soldier's mouth.

"That's what babies get to keep them quiet." And with that she
carefully soaped up the boy's cock and balls with shaving cream, and set
about removing every last trace of masculinity from his sex. As the hair
disappeared, and the guests sat in awe at the sight of this hunk being
shaved bare before them, the nurse deliberately fingered and groped the
boy's cock, which was soon standing out proud. Eight inches of hard
soldier dick.

"Oh, my goodness, little baby's willy has gone all hard. Now, baby,
only big boys get a hard  pee-pee, which they use to make babies with
their girlfriends. Yours is only a little one and quite useless for that
purpose. I'd better put some oil on it and hope it goes away."

The audience lapped up the woman's performance and roared with laughter
as the governor smiled approvingly from the sidelines. This wasn't the
first time the nurse had put boys through this lesson, but it was the
first time in public, for sure. She slapped the boys ass and sprinkled it
liberally with baby powder.

"Now, let's get you clean and diapered."

"Nggg fgh," burbled the frantic jock from behind his gag, his eyes
bolting with horror. He couldn't believe these terrible humiliations
were happening to him. Why did no-one come to his rescue? Why were they
laughing at him so much. Indeed, some of the guests laughed so much their
sides hurt. His huge erection bobbed from side to side under the woman's
touch.

"I'm afraid I've only got girl's things with me, as I thought I was
dressing a little girl. Still, never mind, I don't suppose anyone will
mind. Now just sit up and let me pop your top on before we do your
diaper, so you look nice and smart."

Nurse produced a bright pink, satin smock which she slid over the
squaddie's head. It had short, puffed sleeves and only came down to his
waist. She put pink cloth boots on each foot and order the big soldier to
stand up with his giant erection and curtsey to the crowd. Amazingly, he
obeyed, to huge wolf whistles, though in reality he had very little
choice. He looked adorable with his big cock barely covered by the
stupid, embarrassing outfit.

"There. That should teach you a lesson not to be a naughty, insolent
little boy," mocked the nurse, as she slapped the squaddie's ass.
"Now, back on the table so I can get your diaper on and stop you having
any nasty wet, squishy accidents."

As he lay back, she once again fingered the tip if the boy's cock. This
time it was too much. The boy's legs bucked forwards and he groaned and
writhed as his cock shot forth bolts of cream all over the pinafore.

"Naughty, naughty boy.  Now what is that nasty, white, gluey, disgusting
mess?" The soldier blushed, mortified and ashamed that he'd shot his
wad with only the merest touch from a woman's hand. "My, my look at all
this horrible juice. You are a naughty boy," she continued as she mopped
up the pools of cum with a damp cloth, as the guys on the benches
continued to laugh and holler. Cream continued to pour out of the horny
soldier's dick and splat on the floor. "We'd better get this diaper on
you quickly," she, and set about fastening the cloth over his balls and
cock, which was still twitching violently in post-climactic spasms,
popping out little dobs of cockcream with each bounce. The nurse smacked
it like she was swatting a fly, More laughter from the onlookers.

When all was in place, the governor instructed the boy to put on a
special pink romper suit, adorned with teddies and rabbits, and take his
place in a special play pen and to stay their quietly without making a
nuisance of himself, or there'd be trouble. Wondering what the hell
he'd got himself into and how he was going to get out of it, Owen
complied.

End of Part 2

More adventures from the gym boys in Part 4 -- entitled OWEN'S LUNCH.
All feedback appreciated. Any resemblance to real events or persons
entirely coincidental.