Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2007 13:12:36 +0000
From: Stevie Zadara <zadara1@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Offender Relief Day Part 3

OFFENDER RELIEF DAY PART 3 - 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 3 OWEN'S LUNCH

Soldierboy Owen looked mortified to be standing in that
playpen in nothing but his baby diaper and a pathetic pink
girl's romper suit that wouldn't even zip up further than
his abs at the front. He felt totally dejected and
humiliated. He was so embarrassed he thought he might fill
the diaper there and then.

"You stay over there Owen, for the moment, like a good
little lad. Or should that be girl," jested the governor,
clearly getting off on humiliating  these jocks as much as he
could. The audience cheered and lapped it up. "Stay there
baby boy, let's get a look at your butt! In a minute were
going to see some proper lads. With proper cocks."

"Do as the gentlemen say, diaperboy, turn round and show
them your ass." Owen obeyed. He turned round and wiggled his
pert little butt in the pen, the fluffy pink material drawn
tautly over his manly cheeks. The four sedan chair carriers
were ordered with a flick of the wrist to proceed outside
with their carriage and transport in another couple of fare
paying passengers. "Go and get them this instant, and look
lively about it. There are two elderly gentlemen outside keen
to see the next display here in the gym. They jumped up,
their cocks bobbing inside their tight underwear. All except
poor Yuri, who had to go with his cock out and at half mast
-- he had clearly been getting turned on with some of the
proceedings and had hoped to hide his erection as he sat. It
didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, who's a big, excited young boy, then, shouted the
governor. We'll have to give you our big cock award, won't
we." The lads all dreaded these awards. The game was that
when a lad was spotted with a particularly sexy attribute,
the governor would place a sticker on their left shoulder, so
that the guests would make sure they didn't miss it. The
governor ordered the Russian boy over. He skipped up before
the governor, his cock waving, only to have a stupid sticker
with the words "Look at my....COCK!", in comedy writing,
slapped onto his body in that prominent place. Yuri was so
embarrassed at having his private anatomy pointed out to
everyone he just wanted to curl up and die. But he went and
fetched the two more paying customers, like a good boy. When
the new guests were in, the governor introduced the audience
to the next punishment, which he promised would be a real
scream. He invited the act into the hall.

"Please welcome the physical education master, Mr McBride,
and his two charges, it's 19 year old Funtime Frankie and
his best friend, 19 year old Micky the Dickie." The lads
were ushered in by the 25 year old, muscled PE teacher, who
struck the fear of God into even hardened young brats like
these two. But it was fun. Frankie and Micky were made to jog
into the hall lifting their knees up to their waist with
every step and with their hands on their heads. They looked
and felt totally mortified. Frankie wore a reversed light
orange baseball cap and was the ultimate boy next door
fantasy. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, cropped blond hair, and
a goldlink chain around his neck. He wore only a blue
builders overall over his undies, orange and grey Nike ribbed
trainers and orange and black footie socks rolled down. The
overalls were pretty skimpy, exposing most of his back,
smooth abs and torso where the thin shoulder straps reached
over his huge shoulders and biceps. His butt was incredibly
tight at the back, a high arch of briefs clearly visible.
Wolf whistles from the audience. Mick wore a blue, white and
red zip up nylon jogging top, blue baseball cap, not
back-to-front in his case, blue soccer shorts, nicely
encasing his footie ass and displaying his smooth, muscled
legs for all to devour. On his feet, white sports socks and
grey Hi-top Puma trainers.

Mr McBride explained that the lads would be punished for
stealing the trainers of two rich kids who were visiting the
detention centre the previous week for a charity soccer
match. "Trainer stealers get trained," as Mr McBride liked
to joke. Their punishment was to be put through their paces
in front of the guests. During this explanation, the boys
were ordered to get down on the wooden floor and do fifty
push-ups to get them nice and sweaty. After this, twenty
jumping jacks. "And I want those arms stretched out, boys."

"Yes sir." The lads were keen to obey, as they had been
told that whichever gave the best performance this afternoon
could have the pair of trainers of their choice. The boys
were really excited, and wanted the new kit desperately.

"Vault. Twenty springs across the vault, now."

"Oh sir," gasped the now sweating, exhausted boys.

"What's the matter. Oh, you're hot and bothered, I see,
well, let's get those kecks off then, lads."

The boys looked shocked as they were told to take their
clothes off.

"You will of course keep your stolen sneakers on so you
remember why you're here."

"Mr McBride wants you down to your briefs. Now, to make it a
bit more interesting for our dear guests, you will strip to
music, like a pair of filthy rent boys. And you WILL look as
if you are enjoying yourselves."

Music started. It was "Come On You Reds", the Manchester
United soccer anthem. Both boys were fans, and were told to
dance erotically as they removed their clothing. The boys
knew what was at stake, and started to strip. The overalls
had Velcro sides so that they could easily be peeled off.
Frankie had wondered what that was all about. Off came
Micky's top, as he gyrated to the macho soccer chant sounds.
The audience clapped along and shouted out. "Get them off,
get them off."

Down came the soccer shorts, off came the overalls, out
popped Mickie's little red jockstrap, encasing his plump,
juicy ass. Frankie's enormous bubblebutt was barely encased
in his little red skimpy briefs. Both boys glistened edibly
in sweat as they posed in their underwear.

The music went on. "Right, ten vaults in your underwear,
then I want those off too." The boys obeyed. Legs, butts,
cocks and pecs flew everywhere until they finished the
exercise and shucked off their underwear too, as instructed.
The otherwise hairless lads had gorgeous, puffed uncut cocks
with a bush of blond setting them off. The audience cooed and
the boys felt completely ashamed of showing off their
nakedness.

"Next exercise, fucking." The boys looked aghast, as two
giant watermelons were carried in by the nurse, who had
hollowed out two moist little pussies for the lads to screw.
Now, get me two big juicy hardons. Unless you want nurse to
do it." The boys certainly didn't want that, and tugged
away at their peters until they were up solid and ready for a
fuck. The audience whistled, clapped and hollered.

"Now, before we make love, we kiss, don't we?", explained
Mr McBride. Kiss each other. Nice big frenchies. The two
straight boys tongued each other enthusiastically and were
then ordered to fuck the watermelons. "Fuck the fruit, fuck
the fruit", came the chant from the bleakers, as the guests
laughed and hooted.

"First one to blow gets the trainers," added the governor
over the din. The boys fucked away for all they were worth,
desperate to blow a load and get the shoes.

"Don't forget, pull out when you're ready, no hands, we
need to see the cum to prove you really are trying to shoot
your bolt in the melon," joked Mr BcBride, loving it all.

Suddenly, after about four minutes, sexy Frankie pulled his
rock solid dick out. It bounced twice of its own accord, and
shot seven or eight huge white jets of cum right out across
the boards. "Splat!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!" it went, right in
front of the guests.

Seconds later, but too late for the prize, Micky creamed off
too, with a huge gasp. Big spouts of goo raced up his dong,
flew into the air,  and cascaded back down on his chest. Big
wads of dirty, soccerboy cum. What a show. Life was fun. The
crowd applauded wildly. Micky sneered proudly at them and
clenched his fist in a gesture of victory -- even though he
had been beaten to it by his sexy partner-in-crime.

Mr BcBride made a big show of awarding the shoe voucher to
Frankie, who puffed up and smiled with pride.

"Thanks for the show lads," said the governor. "A round of
warm applause, please."

Mr McBride ordered the boys to carry their melons off, their
cocks dangling, and to join the other lads next door, where
other guests were waiting to watch them shower in the nude.

While all this was going on, Owen still stood in the playpen
looking embarrassed and dejected, as any 19 year old,
muscleboy soldier would if he was made to wear a stupid pink
romper suit over his diaper and stand in a corner pretending
to be a naughty little boy. He had hoped he had been
forgotten about. But now it was worse. He was told that it
was going to be time for his feed. Juri and Robbie, two of
the sedan slaves, still waiting for their next embarrassing
episode, were ordered to fetch the humiliation high chair
from the gym store. They obeyed instantly, running off in
their briefs, their bubblebutts shaking and bouncing as they
jogged across the boards to the cupboard to fetch and carry
on to the centre of the gym, eight feet before the expectant
guests, a wooden high chair big enough to seat an adult male.
The governor ordered Owen to leave the playpen and come and
sit up like a good boy for his tea.

Owen shuffled over sheepishly in his romper outfit. "I
don't think this little boy wants his tea," does he boys
and girls? The guys in the audience laughed. Even the other
lads laughed at the expense of squaddieboy being taken down a
peg or two.

"Now what have we got for tea? Nurse!". The governor called
for the nurse to bring on a large plate of raspberry custard
trifle. She placed it in front of Owen on the little shelf
over his lap, which was adorned with playbricks in various
colours. Owen pushed them backwards and forwards awkwardly,
trying to get into the role but secretly totally ashamed and
embarrassed.

"I don't see any cream sauce, nurse," mocked the governor,
as pre-arranged. Owen looked bemused. "Fetch the sauce,
ma'am."

"Right-oh," said the nurse, and disappeared for a moment
only to reappear through the door with an insolent brat on
each side of her, who she dragged in by their ears. They
squirmed and fought back but it was useless, she had seen and
done it all before. Both blond with buzzcuts and an ear stud
in the left ear, the little shits wore just Hi-tops, and the
yellow tight soccer shorts and socks worn by the two lads
guiding the cars into the car park. Their naked torsos shone
in the light through the gym windows. Their Calvin waistbands
rode up an inch over the waistband of their little footie
shorts.

"This, gentlemen," she went on, "is our 17 year old Tugger
Tyke and 19 year old Wanky Wayne." The boys squirmed at the
embarrassing pet names.

"They've been particularly disobedient, haven't they,
nurse?"

"They most certainly have. Every morning the housekeeper
complains to the governess that these two filthy boys have
stained her sheets again. They are obviously compulsive
masturbators. Apparently they even leave big, disgusting
juice marks half way up the walls of the dorm. And the
housekeeper won't deal with it. I want them dealt with
before it gets any worse.

"Is this true, you disgusting perverts? That you pull on
your dicks every day and make a mess of your beds?"

"Well, is it?"

The beefy, snotty teens nodded.

"Tyke, tell me what you've been doing."

"Well, I can't help it sir, really I can't. I just get so
fucking horny and I've got to get my juice off."

"And sometimes you help him, don't you Wayne," suggested
the governor, suspecting but really having no idea. Wayne's
reply was a little unexpected.

"Yes, well, we wank each other off. It feels nicer that way.
We can fucking pretend it's our girlfriends doing it."

"Well," said the governor. "Today you're going to do it
for these gentlemen, and you're going to do it quickly. Owen
here, who you both know well, has been thoroughly
disobedient, and now it's his tea time he's been
complaining that there's no topping on his pudding. You two
are going to provide it."

"Oh but sir, that's just fucking gross," protested dumb
Tyke, realising what he had to do.

"Well to give you an extra incentive, the first one to get
their sauce on that boy's trifle will be allowed an extra
two hours with his girlfriend next Saturday on visitors day.
In the private bedroom. Now get moving."

The inducement was overwhelming. The boys eyes popped out of
their heads. It was rare that any offender was allowed to
take his girlfriend off for a shag in the private room. They
couldn't wait to get their shorts down and get pumping. They
enthusiastically whipped down the shorts and exposed their
tight Calvins.

"Get them off, quick, and pump those penises up, boys."

They were so desperate that Wayne actually tripped up and
fell over in the eagerness to get stripped and start wanking
over the soldiers trifle. The guests pointed, hollered and
laughed at their keenness to jack off and cream over the high
chair. Avidly they grabbed their dicks and bashed away.
Quickly they were at full mast.

"Ah, ah, aaah," interjected the governor, "now, what did I
say, since you are so good at giving each other a helping
hand, you will pull off each others' cocks. Now get going."

The boys did as they were told, and the paying crowd drooled
at the sight of the two naked toughies tugging on each
others' tools for their enjoyment.

"Don't forget, the winning party creamer gets the girl,"
chortled the governor.

"Ooh, ooh ooh, beat it harder, Wayne, for Chrissakes,"
mumbled Tyke.

"Yoog yu mmgh, I need it diddled under the head you cunt,"
instructed Wayne. Everyone laughed at the two muscleboys,
their butts flexing and bouncing, telling each other how they
wanted their jackings.

"Now, not to forget, you need to make that spoo leap up onto
the table and cover Owen's pudding. He needs his calories,
he's a growing lad." More titters from the bleakers and
yells of encouragement from the older viewers.

Suddenly filthy young snot Tyke yelled and let his juice go.

"Faaaw ooorgh craa-ooh," he grunted as a dozen milky white
sprayjets of steamy teencum flew up from his rod and whapped
over the horrified, trapped squaddie's face. Some of the
spoo actually landed on the pie too. He continued to yank his
buddy's stick hard, even though the older boy had now lost
the race, to get him off two. Wayne pointed his cock up
towards the pie and "Wooop ooh aaaugh ngh," he let another
 dozen big jets of boyjelly arc up and splatter the pudding.
What didn't make the pudding caught Owen on the face and
hair and fell back onto Wayne's own smooth, tight chest.

"Thank you for that disgraceful, lewd display, you pathetic
little fucks, you may join the others in the shower now,
while we watch soldierboy eat his tea rather more properly
than he did last night. All eyes were on the boy in the
romper suit, who wielded the oversize comedy spoon and made
for the cream pie with a disgusted look on his face. He wiped
the drips of cum off his face with the other sleeve of his
romper. The audience cheered and Owen grimaced as he took the
first mouthful of boycream pie. He squirmed in his chair as
he devoured his mates' silver sperm pudding. But it wasn't
over yet for soldier boy.

End Of Part 3

MORE TO CUM IN PART FIVE -- CLOWNING AROUND

All feedback appreciated. Any resemblance to real events or
persons entirely coincidental.