Date: Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:43:12 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Treville 8

Treviile Youth Correctional Camp
Part Five
by Stephen


It was Sunday and I was enjoying the brief respite from the early wake-up
regime, enjoying the extra hour lie-in which we and the cadets got on
Sunday mornings.  Instead of being woken at 6.30am by the bell that
summoned the cadets from their beds, to take their cold showers, we were
permitted the luxury of this brief lie-in before taking breakfast in the
mess-hall.

Kurt had informed me that we would have a new cadet join us tomorrow and
that he too was to be assigned to my bunk-house.  As I lay in bed I was
thinking about the induction process and the medical examination that each
new cadet was subjected to, and my cock was rock hard as I recalled Joe
Regan's medical.  I wondered what this new lad, Roger Barnard, would be
like and how he would react to the situation.

It was late afternoon on Monday when the black van drew up outside the main
entrance and the two custodians deposited Roger and the Rev Jackson signed
the necessary papers that confirmed his safe receipt.  Kurt had escorted
Cadet Barnard to the Rev Jackson's office on his own, but I was thankful
that he had given me the keys to the Dispensary and told me to wait there;
I would not have wanted to miss the examination for the world!

Ten minutes later I heard footsteps approach and the door opened and Roger
was ushered inside.  I had already put the key in the lock and Kurt closed
and locked the door before turning to Roger and telling him to empty his
pockets on to the table.

Roger was a pretty average looking youth, with long rather lank light brown
hair; not tall but not short, and though not skinny, not large and
certainly not muscular.  All together, an unremarkably looking youth; I
wondered what he had done that his parents had decided to send him on the
Camp's six month Attitude Modification Programme, as they called it.

Roger said nothing as he emptied the pockets of his jeans on the table.
Kurt briefly examined the items and swept them into a plastic bag, before
telling Roger to strip and hand him his jeans.  The lad stripped to his
boxer shorts and passing Kurt his jeans stood waiting.  So far he had
complied with all instructions with no sign of defiance, perhaps he had
already been crushed by his unexpected "kidnapping" and the warning he had
received from the Principal, the Rev Jackson, that anything short of
complete obedience to instructions would result in traditional corrective
punishment, administered with the large paddles favoured by the Camp.

Kurt checked the pockets of the boy's jeans before folding them; then told
him to remove his shorts.  We both gazed at Roger as he pulled his shorts
down to reveal a brush of brown pubes before quickly covering his genitals
with his hands and stepping out of his shorts.

"Hand me your shorts, and stand at ease, hands behind your back," Kurt
ordered.  The boy obeyed, and as he stood there naked in front of me.  I
made no effort to conceal the fact that I was assessing his teenage
development.  It was part of the Camp's induction methods to humiliate new
cadets and staring hard at a boys cock is not only humiliating for him, but
it can also affect him in other ways.  Sure enough under my fixed gaze I
would see it start to thicken and was rewarded by a slight twitch.  He had
a slender uncircumcised cock, but it already looked quite long, but his
balls looked a bit small -- still we would soon have all his measurements I
mused.

"What you looking at," Roger said -- his first act of defiance.  Kurt was
on him in an instant.  "Don't speak unless you are addressed, and say Sir
when you speak to Instructors," he said.  "You must show respect to
Instructors at all times; now bend over the table, and let this be a
reminder to you," Kurt said.

The boy stood still, making no move to comply, and Kurt looked him in the
eye "I will start to count, and each will be an extra swots until you have
assumed the position," he said.  "One, two," the lad jumped over to the
table, "three".  "Mr Marsden," Kurt said turning to me, "as his Instructor,
will you please teach Cadet Barnard the need to show respect and to obey
orders promptly.  Nine swots; six for showing disrespect, plus a further
three for being slow to move." "Nine!" Roger, gasped.  "Make that ten, and
count them out Cadet or they won't count," Kurt said, and handed me the
paddle.

The paddle was well worn and had a double row of holes running down its
business end.  I pushed Roger further over the table and positioned him to
my liking, making him spread his legs wider and push his arse up and back.
The position I had him in stretched his arse cheeks to show me his hole as
well as displaying his balls nicely.  I drew back the paddle and brought it
back down, delivering a hard swot to his right arse cheek.  Roger gasped
out loud.  As I looked at his arse I could see that cheek had turned pink
leaving only two white circles which corresponded to the holes in the
paddle.  I waited for Roger to call out the stroke, and just in time he
remembered.

The next swot was to the same cheek turning it a deeper shade of pink and
Roger called out "Two" in a faltering voice.  The next swot covered both
buttocks and there was more urgency in Roger's voice as he called out the
number three.  I took aim at his left cheek and delivered the next three
swots to that same left cheek turning it deep shade of red.  The next four
swots were low, upper cuts, two to each side, alternately, and I could see
his balls bounce and hear the desperation in his quavering voice as the air
whistled past his nuts, the paddle only inches from his dangling
bollocks. The whole of Roger's arse was now a deep red colour.

"Stand with your back against the wall hands behind your head," Kurt
ordered, and Roger shuffled to the wall and stood facing us.  Once more I
fixed my gaze on the boy's cock, but this time Roger knew better than to
say anything.  Meanwhile Kurt had pulled out a form and started to ask
Roger some questions, starting with his full name, age and date of birth.
Roger had just turned 18 last month.  Kurt had told me to watch were
someone's eyes are looking when asked a question, and I noticed that Kurt
always looked Roger in the face when he asked him a question.  Soon the
questioning was moving into more personal areas, whether he masturbated,
when he first started and how frequently he masturbated; whether he was a
virgin and whether he had a girlfriend.  Roger had confirmed that he did
masturbate and had started at about 14, but stated it was only about once a
week, and had said he was a virgin and didn't have a girlfriend.

Due either to the spanking I had administered or the nature of the
questions, Roger's cock was now semi- erect and despite his obvious
embarrassment continued to grow and make its inevitable assent until he had
a full boner.  I was still looking into his face as Kurt asked him if he
masturbated over pornography; straight away his eyes darted in the other
direction as he denied the accusation.  "Do you masturbate or have
fantasies about having sex with other boys?" Kurt asked, whether Kurt was
party to some information of which I was unaware or whether this was just
an inspired guess, I don't know, but it was clear from the switch of
Roger's cock, as well as his shaky voice and involuntary eye movement that
he was not replying truthfully when he denied he was attracted to other
boys, but Kurt let it pass.

"Sit on the chair," Kurt told the boy.  "You are gonna lose these long
locks of yours," he said, running his fingers through Roger's hair; "and
yer pubes too, boy -- after which we will give you your medical," Gingerly,
Cadet Barnard sat on the hard wooden chair and within two minutes the long
locks had fallen to the floor to be replaced by the regulation No 1 cut.
It was so quick that Cadet Barnard was still sporting his erection when
told to stand on the chair so that Kurt could shave his pubes -- if
anything it was stiffer than before, and after having run the electric
clippers over his balls a few times, Kurt asked me to hold it out of the
way.

I grabbed Roger's cock and went to push it down.  It was rock hard.
"Please, please," he cried "it hurts, I can't pull my foreskin back and
that really hurts".  I could see that despite his powerful erection his
cock head was still covered and tentatively I went to see how far his
foreskin moved back, and Roger gasped out loud.  I tried another approach
grasping his foreskin I pinched it tight together as I pulled his cock down
from the vertical to horizontal, giving Kurt the access he needed to remove
the boy's pubes.  Roger's cock was like iron, and I was having to pull hard
to hold it down, but as Kurt ran the clippers over the lad's pubes I pulled
his cock down further till it pointed straight down.  I could feel Roger's
heart racing I was standing so close to him and realised he was excited by
being treated in this way.  I pinched his foreskin tighter pushing his knob
further back inside its sheath and felt his cock swell even more straining
to be free.  When Kurt announced himself satisfied I let go of Roger's
cock, catching the boy off guard momentarily, and causing his penis to
shoot up and slap his now smooth belly with a resounding smack.

"Mr Marsden will shave you later", Kurt told the Cadet, "Right now we are
running late, lets get you weighed and measured and then I'll be off -- I
gotta take wrestling practice; it's Sponsor's Day next Sunday and I've got
to lick the teams into shape if we are to put on a good show," he said.

Kurt seemed remarkably good humoured as he quickly had Roger on the scales
to be weighed, and then measured his height; 120lbs and 5'11".  I took his
chest measurements and then his waist (36" and 29"), which caused me to
once again stand only inches from his still rampant cock.  Roger made no
protest when it came to measuring his cock (7" erect) and hopped up to
kneel on the table when bidden.

Kurt took the ball measuring device from the cupboard and pushed Roger's
balls through the top of the heavy stainless steel screw thread ring so
that it sat above them, then he pushed Roger's ball sac into the slot in
the Perspex disk trapping his balls under the disk, with the steel screw
ring pressing down from above.  Next Kurt took the lower cylinder of the
device, which screwed into the ring above Roger's balls and screwed it on
tight.  Roger's testicles were now securely trapped in what looked almost
like a glass specimen jar, were it not for the thick stainless steel top
and bottom of the device, with the large steel screw mechanism which
extended below.

I could see Roger's sac was already stretched by the weight of the device;
it must have weighed a couple of pounds at least.  It was a most unusual
device, it looked medical being made of surgical steel with its calibrated
glass cylinder, but I had my doubts -- still I guess a speculum looks
pretty scary as do most surgical instruments.  Kurt spun the wheel at the
base of the device and the thick glass base moved up until it touched
Roger's testicles, lifting them first and then, as Kurt continued to
tighten the device, compressing them into a solid mass, so that they were
pressed up against the sides of the glass vessel.  Just then the phone rang
and Kurt went over to answer it.

There followed a long conversation during which Roger was left waiting.  It
was obvious that he was in considerable discomfort because he was breathing
hard and shifting his weight about, but all that served to do was to make
the heavy ball measuring device swing from side to side.  His balls,
squashed tight in the device, had turned the colour of his spanked arse,
but he knew better than to interrupt Kurt.

Eventually Kurt put down the phone.  "I've got to go," he told me and asked
if I felt able to complete the examination on my own.  I answered in the
affirmative, and after Kurt had left I locked the door behind him.

Roger had said nothing during all of this and was still kneeling on the
table with his legs spread wide and his arse pushed up high.  The ball
measuring device dangling from his bollocks was swinging slowly back and
forth like some pendulum.

When Kurt had given Joe his rectal examination and probed his arse making
the lad come, he had left the measuring device firmly attached to Joe's
nuts, even tightening it some more after Joe had shot his first load, as if
he was squeezing every drop of spunk from the lad's teenage bollocks.  I
thrilled at the prospect of doing this to Roger as I took the steel
speculum from the cupboard; I would need the glass jar to collect his spunk
I thought, so picked that up as well, and approached the boy.

I told Roger in an authoritative tone of voice that the measuring of his
testicles was part of a scientific study on aggressive and anti-social
behaviour in young males and that it included recording of the volume of
ejaculate; and that in addition, all new cadets and those who had left the
security of the Camp received a thorough search which included a rectal
examination.  To my surprise Roger promptly replied "Yes Sir.  Thank you,
Sir."

Spurred on by Roger's subservient attitude I dribbled some lubricant on to
his hole and on the speculum ends, then, reaching between his legs, I
pulled his cock down so that it pointed vertically towards the table, and
pushed it into the glass flask, telling him to lean down on it and stay
down and not to let the flask fall over.  This made Roger poke his arse
even higher into the air, and I decided to squeeze his balls even tighter,
so took the handle of the screw and gave it three more turns.  I could see
his balls being squashed through the glass sides of the device, and they
were pressed hard against the glass, and had taken on the shape of a
hamburger rather than a pair of balls.  Roger gasped, but said nothing.  I
thought I could give them another turn of the screw and slowly turned the
handle round once more.  Just as I completed the turn Roger came in a
shuddering orgasm, sending a powerful jet of spunk into the flask, before
shaking so much that he knocked it over.  As he collapsed on to the table,
his cock continued to pump jets of spunk into the flask only for it to
dribble out onto the table.

Quickly I picked up the glass flask, but half his load was on the table.
"OK, Roger," I said, "stay kneeling on the table and lick it up, I want
this table spot less."  "Yes Sir," he replied and slowly began to lap his
spilt jizz from the table.  When it was clean I told him to resume his
position.  "You will be punished for your carelessness, and then you will
have to provide me with another sample," I told him, "and since you appear
to enjoy having your balls measured, this can stay on," I said, giving the
ball device a push, causing it to swing back and forth.  Picking up the
paddle, I took my time in giving him eight hard swots, each one making him
jump forward and sending the ball device into violent motion.

No sooner had the eighth lick whacked his arse than I picked up the
speculum and pushed it into his hole and left it there while I repositioned
the flask so that his cock, fortunately still semi-hard, poked into it.
"If you don't provide an adequate sample, you will be back here tonight," I
warned him, but events were to prove that there would be no need for that.

Squeezing the handles together I slowly widened his arse hole, then after a
few minutes, when he had relaxed and I had expanded it some more, I took
the strangely shaped plastic probe that Kurt had used on Joe and inserted
it, aiming for where I judged his prostate gland to be located.  I could
feel the hard lump of the gland and gave it a gentle push with the probe
and was rewarded by a dribble of spunk oozing from his cock.  It was at
this point that Kurt had tightened the pressure on Joe's nuts, and since
ball pressure alone had made Roger come the first time, I thought it would
help encourage him to deliver the goods, so I took hold of the screw handle
and gave it two more complete turns.  Roger was pleading now with a note of
desperation in his voice, but I told him to produce a good sample before it
could come off, and pushed hard with the probe at his prostate.  As if on
demand, each push with the probe sent a jet of spunk into the flask until
finally after about the fifth push it caused only a slight dribble.  When I
felt absolutely sure he was completely empty I withdrew the probe and
released the speculum before telling him to stand on the table so that I
could remove the ball measuring device.  I noticed his balls had been
compressed to 1 7/8th cubic inches.  When they were finally released they
were a deep red colour like a couple of exotic fruits, and I reckoned they
would be aching for quite some time.

Roger, however, appeared to be none the worse for his experience and even
politely thanked me for giving him his medical, even calling me Sir on more
occasions that was strictly necessary.  I told him that I would inform the
Camp doctor about his tight foreskin condition; I knew what the
consequences of that would be, but if Roger did, his face did not reveal
it.  Roger would be circumcised here in the Dispensary under a local
anaesthetic by the Camp doctor, a retired US Marine Surgeon.  I fully
intended to offer my services as a medical assistant to the good doctor,
and hoped that he would let me be present.

I pointed to the clothes Kurt had left and told Roger to get dressed.  He
would be wearing the Camp uniform from now on: blue T shirt and yellow
shorts for sports, or the kaki short sleeve shirt and longer shorts worn at
other times.  In either case the regulation underwear was a jock, and I
guessed from the way he struggled to put it on that he had not worn one
before.

When he was dressed I lead him out and escorted him to the gym.  He said
nothing as we walked across the parade ground to the ex-army hut which was
the gym.  Kurt had said that it was Camp policy to paddle all the boys hard
as soon as they arrived, on some pretext or other, as that combined with
the medical ensured complete compliance; and it surely had.  Roger was
probably in shock and acting on auto-pilot, doing everything he was told.

When we arrived, I pushed open the swing door and we were faced by the
sight of twenty or so near naked boys sitting cross legged against two
walls of the gym, while two pairs were wrestling each other on mats in the
centre.  Kurt stood by watching as the lads, clad only in their jockstraps,
grappled with each other.  We stood rooted to the spot, before I realised
that I should treat this as nothing out of the ordinary, and told Roger to
strip to his jock and join the other cadets of Franklin on the far wall.

After a few minutes, Kurt clapped his hands and told the boys on the mat to
return to their places by the wall and for the next two pairs to take their
places.  I decided to sit cross legged too, and watch the proceedings.  I
knew wrestling was a regular activity, but it was the first time that I had
seen the cadets wrestling and had not realised that they did so only in
their jocks, but as I watched I realised that had they been wearing their
standard sports kit of sleeveless top and running shorts these would have
soon been ripped -- doubtless, that was why they had been told to remove
them.

As the boys on the mats circled each other, it was clear to see who had
received a recent paddling, their butts a deeper shade of red, or even
purple, but most exhibited clear signs of punishment in the not too distant
past.  Kurt had been making notes during the first "rounds", and when the
last two pairs had finished he called out a few names and told them to move
to the front of their lines.  When he called the first two boys on to the
mat again, it was clear that he ranked them on their ability.  XXXXX You
could tell instantly that the boys looked well matched and could wrestle.
As they stood eying each other Kurt announced that it was going to be the
best of three rounds, and that as an added incentive, the winner would get
a candy bar, and get to paddle the loser -- there was a gasp and a buzz of
excited whispering from the assembled boys, which Kurt soon hushed.

Whether it was the prospect of winning a candy bar, an unheard of treat, or
the prospect of whupping the other boys arse, or avoiding the punishment
themselves, or all three, who knows?  But, as soon as Kurt signalled the
start, both boys sprung upon each other with utter determination.  Soon
they were on the floor, and then within minutes, Kurt called out a point,
and signalled the end of that round.  Again the boys squared up to each
other, but this time they were not so quick to jump in, but after a minute
of warily seeking an opening, the winner of the first round made his move.
But, was he made to grab his opponent, the other XXX swept his feet from
under him and leapt down on him pinning his arms down as he straddled his
chest.  He had landed with one knee to the side of his opponent, but as he
had landed I had clearly seen him bring his other knee up hard between his
opponents outspread legs before straddling his chest, sitting on him and
pressing his shoulders to the mat.

After Kurt had awarded the point, both boys got back to their feet and
stood, breathing hard facing each other.  The atmosphere in the room was
electric as everyone realised that the next round would be the decider; as
the boys closed on each other again, the winner of the last round tried the
sweep again, but his opponent was ready this time and unbalanced the lad.
Rolling on the mat, first one on top then the other then, whilst on top of
VVV succeeded in getting a neck lock on XXX pulling his head and shoulders
back,.  As his XXX struggled and attempted to get to his knees, VVV reached
down with his free hand between his victim's legs and grabbed his jock
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Roger booked to see doc after match.

Practice Kurt demonstrating techniques.moves.

Pre haircut
Shave
Licra singlet
Sports drink
Team pic
Daughters take pix
Grabs grow hard
Foul that gets the broncho revenge
Invited back to ranch
Tack room
Broncho
Ref to viriguard and to circ