JUVEE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 3 ]

As I woke the next morning, I was tired, sore, and not in the mood for anything, but I had to get up. I rolled over and threw my legs off the edge of the bed. Clyde was still asleep, so I made my way painfully over to the toilet. I eased my briefs down and took the paper out from between my buttcheeks. It was a dark red and brown color; the color of dried blood.

I took quick, easy swipe of toilet paper along my anal barrier and it hurt like it was still on fire.

“Still hurt, huh?” Clyde was awake and looking at me.

I nodded.

“I wouldn’t bother telling anyone about it, kid. You’ll only get more trouble for yourself with them.”

I nodded again. I was in a hopeless situation, and I was now realizing it. I slumped over and tears fell again at the thought. Clyde displayed a huge amount of restraint and just waited for me to finish.

I finished my business on the pot and let him have it. As I was dressing, I got a glimpse of his cock. It was huge for a teenager and I couldn’t help but stare. He chuckled at my look.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” he said, smiling back at me.

For some reason, it was the first time I had ever seen him nude, even though we had been cellmates for several days now. It was also then that I felt comfortable enough with him to ask him why he was in here.

“G.T.A.,” he said; that’s grand theft auto for the rest of you. “Some buddies of mine and I decided to jack a car and take it for a ride. We didn’t think the old man wanted to drive it at night until he came out and found it gone. We were caught, but I was driving it. They got probation, and I got here for two years. I got another six months to go before gettin’ out.”

Once the doors were opened, we headed to the cafeteria for chow. Others were still looking at me, but it was a different look. I could tell they had heard me screaming last night from the rapes, but didn’t know what to say about it.

I found out that Wilkins and Turner only have the nightshift on Fridays. I was dreading next week. I guess Friday nights were something to look forward to for others but not me. It was something to fear, now.

That weekend, I just hung around and tried to make like I was halfway adjusting to my new life, but on the inside, things were totally different. With every second passing, it was bringing me closer to the following weekend’s rape.

As Sunday evening fell, Clyde and I were in our cell getting ready for bed when an inspiration hit me. He was pissing in our private toilet and I was reading my school book. I looked at the dick that was pointing towards the bowl and allowing a steady stream of yellow liquid flow through it. It hit me right then, but to speak it would be something I wasn’t ready to do just yet. As he put his wang away and walked over to the bed I decided to give my idea voice.

“Clyde?” I spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“Will you do that to me?” I asked, barely above a whisper. He pulled his head back out from under the bunk so fast I thought he would have hit it on the beam. He looked right at me.

“Do what to ya?”

“You know…,” I said, with a shrug. “What they did to me Friday night.”

“No,” he said flatly and returned to his bunk under mine.

I wasn’t giving up that easily on it. I slid off the bunk and stood in front of him.

“Why not?’

“Why do you want it? I thought you hated it last week.”

“I did. But if I gotta go through that every single week, I don’t want the pain of it every week. And your ‘thing’ is just as big as theirs, if not bigger. If I can get used to you, then I can take them, no matter what they do to me.”

“You sure about this, kid?” he asked, suspiciously.

I nodded. He didn’t say or do anything for a few minutes after that. He just sat there, leaning against the wall.

“You can’t say anything about this to anyone; got it?” he said, warningly.

“Like I want everyone to know about this,” I threw back at him.

With that, a pact was sealed. He reached down and began unzipping his fly of his jumpsuit. I waited to see what he wanted me to do. When he pulled his soft cock out of his underpants, he motioned for me to him. I crawled to him on my hands and knees, putting my face to his groin.

“Lick it,” he said, but not in a demanding tone. It was more instructional.

I licked his cock from the tip down to the base. It began to swell under my warm breath and tongue. Out in the hall, the night guard called for lights out, so we stopped briefly to turn our lights out and went back to what we were doing. Clyde was now lying down on his back, with his head on the pillow at the far end of the bed. I crawled back onto his bed and straddled him again.

With one hand, I reached up and took his cock to aim it back at my mouth. My tongue swiped the length of it several times, making him grow to an impressive size. At one time, we measure the thing to be over eight inches in length and just over two in girth.

“Now, put it in your mouth, Ry,” he said.

I took a deep breath and sucked his fat knob into my mouth. I had difficulty just getting the thick piece of flesh inside, but I managed it as best as I could. I remembered what Turner said about keeping my teeth away from the cock and I managed to open wide enough to do that. His cock hit my gag reflex and I backed my head off to relieve it.

“When that happens again, swallow like you’re swallowing a piece of food,” he suggested.

So, I tried that. As I descended again and it happened again, I controlled my throat muscles to take him down my throat. He gasped at the sensation. I choked a little, but otherwise dealt with it fine. I had to back off to take a breath, but then lowered my mouth back down again. I felt his hands move up to grasp my head on both sides as they wound themselves around my hair. Pretty soon, I was nestling my nose into his curly pubic hair.

“Mmmm, that feels real good, Ry,” he moaned. “Now, pump your head up and down the stalk.”

I did as he told me and used my throat to massage his full eight inches. My throat was expanding and contracting in time to my actions. He was in heaven. At the time, I didn’t see what the big attraction was, but I liked giving him pleasure as he was helping me through a difficult time.

Finally, he pulled my head off his cock to look at me square in the face.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked him.

“No, I just thought that you wanted to get used to things at both ends,” he said, with a slight troubled look on his face.

“Oh, right,” I said, slightly red-faced.

I slipped off him and his bunk to strip on the floor. I folded my jumper up and laid it on my bunk. My t-shirt and shorts were next and I was standing before him naked. He had been stroking himself to keep it hard. He moved aside to give me enough room to get next to him on the bunk and I sat down on it, facing away from him. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“You sure about this, Ry?” he asked.

“No, Clyde, I’m not, but I don’t want to go through the pain I did last Friday.”

With that, I lay down and rolled over to lie on my stomach. My legs wide open to allow access to my butt; ready for him to take me. I sighed into the pillow and grasped it. A tear slid out of my eyes and ran down my cheek as he rolled over to lie on my back. I opened my legs further to expose my backside’s hole to him even more; ready for deflowering once again.

I got real nervous as I felt the flesh of his cock’s head at my backdoor and closed my eyes to the inevitable pain that was to follow.

“Push out like you gotta shit,” he suggested as he began to push inside me.

I nodded and bore down on my bowel muscles as best as I could. It opened me up better for his cock to enter me. But the pain was excruciating. I bit into the cloth of the pillow and dug my nails into it as well. I knew better than to scream in pain. It would draw all the wrong attention.

As the head of his cock passed my sphincter, I yelped into the pillow, trying to keep bearing down at the same time. The pain increased as he pushed inside me further and further, but I hung onto the pillow to try and help relieve the pain. It didn’t but I was still hopeful.

Clyde cooed in my ear as he continued to feed me his cock one painful inch at a time. He kept massaging my shoulders and arms, trying to make me feel better. It didn’t work all that well, but I was appreciative at his efforts. He pumped his hips to work more and more of his cock inside me until I could feel his pelvic bones resting on my bottom.

“You okay?” he asked. Now, that was a dumb question.

I shook my head, no, so he just laid there for a few minutes on top of me. He curled his arms under mine and wrapped his hands around mine that was still digging into the pillow he slept on. Minutes passed, and so did the pain. It wasn’t easy as it had felt like his cock was splitting me in half, but it did begin to ease up. I was still biting into the cloth of his pillow and grabbing it with my fists at the pain, however lessened it was.

“Ready?” he asked, conscientiously. I nodded, knowing from recent experience what was about to follow.

He began pulling back out of me and it renewed the stabbing pains in my backside’s barrier. I squinted and bit harder into the pillow while trying my best not to scream at the agony he was putting me through. I struggled fiercely with my natural instinct to release my pain into the room. The rest of the block must never know about this; both of our lives were at stake. I had to take this in utter silence.

He was completely withdrawn from my innards, excluding the head, when he began to stuff it back inside. I was beside myself in agony at the repeated invasion. My sphincter muscle was not built to take this abuse. He was splitting me open again; making me take him inside my small body. I could tell even through my pain, Clyde was trying his best to be as gentle with me as possible, but there was no other way to do it, and he just couldn’t spare me the pain of it.

Once buried completely again, he began to take it excruciatingly back out. The whole time, all I could do was hang on and bear it as best as possible. Once again, he shoved it back inside me when he was fully out. In and out, in and out; that was what he was beginning to do as Wilkins had done to me the previous weekend. Slowly he pumped my guts and began to pick up speed as I felt more of my anus tear from the abuse.

All at once, he tensed up and semen shot from his testicles into my bowels. I was humiliated at having another person fill my backside with their juices. I hung on to the pillow still as he laid down on top of me again, tired from his exertion.

“You okay?” he asked.

I shook my head, no, as tears welled up and began flowing. He was a patient lover and waited for it to pass before doing anything else. His weakening cock slipped out of my torn and abused nether hole. I tried to close it to keep from leaking all over the place, but nothing down there seemed to work very well.

“Let me up, please,” I whispered in a raspy voice and he rolled off my back.

I made my way to the toilet to release what didn’t leak out and to recover some of my shredded dignity. I wiped my tears using the back of my hand and then sat with my forehead pressed against my palms. My whole world was spinning at the realization at what had just transpired. I had just allowed a black teenager to shove his dick inside me; to have sex with me. I was hitting a low point, now; a real low point.

“Come on back to bed, Ry,” he said as I finished wiping up the blood from under me. I packed a wad of tissue between my cheeks and gently walked back over to him. But instead of lying beside him, I sat down on the edge of his bunk, trying to grasp at anything that would make this whole nightmare make sense somehow. Without warning, a hand that wasn’t mine began to snake its way around my hips.

I looked down and Clyde was moving to feel his way between my legs, but this time it was to pay homage to my cock instead of his. I looked back at him now, and he had a smile on his face.

“You trusted me before, Ry. Trust me now,” he said, still smiling that infectious smile of his.

I nodded and opened my legs, but this time it was to allow another part of me to be molested. His older hand found what it was searching for and wrapped itself around its prize. His free hand moved to my chest and pulled me to lie back on his bunk. The back of my head was now resting on his thigh.

His hand stroked my dick until it began to get hard and send some very new feelings threw my young body. I opened my legs even wider to allow better access to now the front of my body as easily as he had to the back. The hand that had pulled me back began playing with my almond sized balls; another new feeling. No one had ever touched me down there before, and these were some really amazing feelings he was stirring up inside me.

My now hard three-incher was being masturbated very effectively by his experienced hand like nothing I had ever seen. I moaned as a dog in heat under his tutelage. So, these were the feelings everyone was talking about. Now I knew what the fuss was all about. These were amazing feelings assaulting my senses.

But the more amazing part came as a strange sensation began building up in the pit of my stomach like a volcano. Clyde’s hand was stroking me so fast that it was nothing but a blur. My breathing got heavier and heavier and my moaning got louder and louder until my cellmate had to put the hand molesting my balls over my mouth.

I shook my head to try and dislodge his hand, but he kept it clamped over my mouth for fear of discovery. I wanted to ask him what he was doing to me. I wanted to tell him to stop as the volcano in my stomach was building towards something unknown. I wanted to tell him I was scared of this new feeling that I couldn’t stop from happening. Nothing was said between us, though.

All at once, my body convulsed, sending my arms flying and my legs kicking into the air. The whole universe seemed to stop in that one instant. The cosmos froze to concentrate its attentions on me and me alone right then and there. There was nothing else like what Clyde had just manipulated me towards. Everything in my young life paled in comparison to this one feeling; this one sensation.

I hadn’t realized that I was screaming into his hand until he used his other hand to reinforce the first one covering my mouth. His hands pressed my head into his thigh so hard it was giving me a headache. His leg must have hurt like hell as well. My fingers were plying the chicken wire under my bunk bed, trying to make it touch together. Both of my legs were sticking straight out from the bunk and were as wide as humanly possible.

I collapsed back down to rest on him and the bedding again. With a glassy stare, I turned to look at his shit-eating grin. I pushed his face away, playing with him, and we both had a small laugh about it.

“Man, you are noisy. You’re gonna have to learn to be more quiet when you cum.”

“Cum?” I asked him.

“When you orgasm; cum. You are loud, man.” He was still snickering at me from it.

I reached down to see if there was any damage to my dick, and it seemed fine. Clyde said that it was fine and everything would still work properly, only it was going to take a while before I got hard again. Fine with me; I needed the rest.

“You can’t stay here, Ry,” he said, nudging me with his leg. I got the hint and made my way off his bunk. I turned to him as I put my hands on my top bunk to pull myself up.

“Thank you, Clyde,” I said.

“Get some sleep, kid,” he said. That was his usual form of saying, “you’re welcome”.

I slept like a log that night for the first time in a long, long time. It was a peaceful night’s sleep without any monsters or evil invading it. Too bad it didn’t last longer. Clyde was waking me up for the next day’s events way too soon for my taste.

“How do you feel?” he asked, ruffling my blond hair.

“Better, thanks,” I said, smiling back up at him.

We got dressed and headed to morning chow. I was actually enthusiastic about the day and the rest of the week, even though I knew what Friday meant. Studies went on as normal, but I began to think about what had happened to me during my rape with the two guards and afterward. I was thinking about my make-believe world and began jotting down a few things onto a piece of paper. They were just some ideas for later on.

That night, Clyde and I had another “training session”. He beckoned me to him the minute our door was locked; I knew it was for my own good, so I went to him. I reached into his pants to find his cock already beginning to swell in anticipation. I smiled up at him and him back to me. He leaned back against his pillow again to enjoy the feelings my hand was giving him. After the previous night’s events, I was not going to disappoint him in the least.

I licked his cock from stem to stern. He eased out of his day clothes at the same time and tossed them to the floor. I didn’t stop. He pulled his t-shirt and shorts off his well-toned body and I didn’t stop licking him. I took a brief recess as my own t-shirt was passed over my head, but quickly resumed my attentive posture. My hands stroked each side of his cock lovingly while my tongue met the rest of its skin.

My shoes and socks were removed and I had to raise my knees off the bunk as my pants were taken down, then off my legs. He didn’t bother with the briefs yet as I was still working my tongue around his member and he wasn’t ready to fill me with it just yet. I made sure it was at its hardest before I opened my mouth fully to take him down my throat again.

My cellmate moaned slightly as my warm mouth covered his sensitive head. I lowered my head to cover feed more of it to my oral cavity. Remembering my lesson from the previous night, I swallowed as it hit my gag reflex and passed it much more easily. Another moan escaped his brown, full lips. He grabbed my head by my hair again and began to take over the action. His hips moved up and down as he held my head fixed in place to fuck my mouth. I realized what he was doing, and I just stayed still to let him have his way. He worked his way up to fever pitch intensity before grunting through his orgasm and spilling his seed down my throat.

His ejaculation was totally unexpected by me and I wasn’t ready for it. So, I began choking on his jizm. I pulled my head back and another shot of cum hit me in the eye just as his cock cleared my mouth. Some of it ended up on my tongue, and I found the taste kind of salty. I wiped my face off and looked down at the shrinking appendage.

“You’re getting better, Ry,” he said, with another of his attractive smiles.

“Thanks, I think,” I said, not knowing how to take his comment.

“Your turn,” he said, patting the mattress beside him.

Eager to see what he had in store for me next, I laid down where he indicated, but on my stomach. I felt his hand on my back just above the crescent of my butt meeting my back. It inched downward to slide under my briefs. Without grabbing my underwear, he moved it down my legs as I raised up to let him. He had them off me without any trouble.

I eagerly opened my legs to let him prowl up them to reach my privates. He did just that, and began fondling my nuts between my legs. I felt myself get hard just from this. I held onto the pillow again, but this time, it was to the wonderful sensations he was sending up my spine. I shivered at the molestations.

He used his free hand to gently push me over to lie on my back. Without warning or invitation, he lowered his head to vacuum my cock between his dark lips. I was thrown for a loop as I arched my back in pleasure. I had just enough sense to cover my own mouth with my hands before I woke the whole block. My hand turned into a fist that I bit down hard to cover even more screams while he sucked hard on my smaller tool.

I closed my eyes and just felt him do what he wanted to me from there. I was his puppet from then on out. Whatever he wanted to do to me was just fine, so long as he continued to give me these wonderful feelings. I barely felt him slide down and just hold my hips with his arms while he orchestrated my thoughts and feelings from between my legs.

He snaked a hand under me to probe my tender nether hole. With a quick, decisive thrust, he poked through my rear barrier with one finger. This time, instead of hurting, it actually felt pretty good. I groaned even more into my fist as he pumped his finger in time with his sucking of my cock. I was nearing explosion as I could feel the build up of my personal internal volcano building again. This time, I didn’t want him to stop. This time, I was reaching for that all powerful climax. This time, I was searching for the release and was anxious to get it.

Just as a second finger broke into my rear chamber, the volcano erupted through my very being. Even my very soul was crying out in orgasmic pleasure. I reached heights I never thought I would reach in an entire lifetime. I never knew pleasure like this existed in the world. As my arched back eased back down to the mattress, I was in blissful heaven, but Clyde was not through with me as he was the previous night.

In an instant, he was on top of me. The quick move brought my out of my euphoria and back to the reality I was enduring. He had a smile on his face, but it had changed.

“Ready for me again, little boy?” he grinned down at me.

It kind of scared me for a second. I had forgotten the real reason for these “lessons”. Using both of his hands, he wrapped them under my legs and brought them upward and towards my head. My anal flower was at his disposal once again. I nodded to his question, realizing his full meaning, now.

His rehardened cock was lined up to my boy’s pussy-hole and without waiting for any other invitation or consent, he shoved it inside me. I bit down on my fist again, but in pain this time. I spread my legs out sideways to get them out from under his body and he collapsed on top of my chest. The care and concern that was there earlier was gone from his face; only lust existed now.

As he sank down on top of me, my nuts were squashed between us and caused a bit of pain, but it didn’t stop him from continuing. I had to put it out of my mind as he was intending on giving me a thorough fuck. Instead of crawling back into my mind, I embraced the pain and him by wrapping my arms around his neck and hanging onto whatever I could.

He pumped is man-meat into me for several painful and degrading minutes until I could tell he was building towards his second climax. I held onto him as best as I could while he rode my ass. The pain was excruciating again, but I was determined not to let it affect me as it had in the past. Clyde reached his zenith soon enough, and emptied his testis into my innards once again.

He sank down onto me again, exhausted. With a rare show of affection, I turned and kissed him on the cheek. He froze.

“Why did you do that?” he asked me into the pillow we were now sharing.

“To say, ‘thank you’,” I told him.