JUVEE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 4 ]

I woke the next morning in my own bunk with the guard unlocking our mutual cell. Routine; it was the one constant in here. Clyde and I got up to head to the chow line, both of us smiling at the previous night’s proceedings. Chow was the same as always; bland. Classes followed and I was gathering more ideas during the day. Of course, as the youngest one in the place, I had a class all to myself.

That night, Clyde had a new idea to teach me. Once the lights were out and the guards gone, he had me get out of my clothes and lean across his bunk. I did what he suggested and with my knees on the floor, my butt was sticking out to the air of the cell. Clyde was standing behind me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Just admiring the view,” he said with another sly smile.

He grabbed the small stool I used to climb onto my bunk and put it under my knees. He also used my pillow to cushion the firmness of the board of the small stool. I now knew why he had put me in this position and this height. I was at perfect fucking height for him when he sank to his own knees.

I didn’t hear him drop to his knees; I felt it as he waddled up behind me. His stiffening cock touched my bottom and I flinched at the contact. I reached over and grabbed his pillow. I knew I was in for a long session again. His cockhead broke through my anal barrier and I hissed as the soreness of the past three intrusions was still with me.

To aide me in my discomfort, Clyde actually reached between my legs and raised my left one in the air. I looked like a dog peeing on a hydrant with him up my ass. It actually worked, though, and my pain eased. I kept my leg raised for a while as he rammed fully into me with one swift stroke. I gritted my teeth at being penetrated so abruptly. It was a vicious assault and was totally unnecessary, but I think he wanted me cued in to my feelings.

“UHH!” I cried into the pillow, although it came out more of an “HUMPH!” I gripped the pillow tighter as he began to withdraw. Another vicious slam and he was back inside me fully again. I grunted into the head rest again, beginning to regret my decision to have him help me. He was starting to enjoy this more than I initially thought he would.

Clyde held onto my hip and raised leg while beginning to barrel into me like a locomotive. I had to hang on to not only the pillow, but the bunk as well as he became more and more savage in his thrusts. With one, final large lunge, he spunked his cum inside me again.

I lowered my leg back down as his softening member slipped out of me. My ass was extremely sore from all this work it was getting. We both slumped to the ground to catch our breaths.

“Wow,” he whispered to me.

“Why were you so mean, Clyde?” I asked him softly.

“Because you gonna get it even worse than that on Friday night. I heard Wilkins talking to Turner about it at noon chow.”

“Great,” I said, contemplating what he had just told me and what I had just gone through. Clyde rose off the ground to wipe my stuff off his cock and then rejoined me at the side of the bunk beds.

His brown cock was nothing but a small bit of three inch meat resting on his leg, now, but somehow I knew tonight’s lessons were not over with yet. He had more in store for me and my asshole; I knew it. I was right.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back and stood me up at the same time. As he held my crossed wrists up, he pushed the stepstool beside me with his foot. I was made to stand back on it. My wrists were then held to the metal side of the bed I normally slept in while I was bent over at the waist.

Ribbons of cloth were produced from under his sheets and used to tie my wrists to the metal bar. Another longer ribbon was used to wrap around my neck. It was passed through the side of his lower bunk and up to tie off my nuts as tight as possible. My head and neck were pulled downward to keep the tension off my nuts, but he saw through that and tightened it even more. I grimaced at the tightness of the cloth around my small nutsacks.

It hurt like nothing ever had before in my life; including the rapes. He wasn’t through with me yet, though. A blindfold was put across my eyes and a cloth napkin was shoved in my mouth with another one wrapped around my head to keep it in place. I tried to push it out, but it wasn’t happening. Clyde had it secured way too well.

Now my overly used anus was the target of his attentions again. His fingers traced up the back of my legs and over the reddened hole he just came in. A quick shove plunged two of his fingers into my depths. I grunted at the severe assault from him. Once the two fingers were inside, they began rotating. He would spread them out and close them at uneven intervals, loosening up my sphincter muscles.

His other hand began playing with my ignored cocklet. Stroking the small digit, he began to firm it up to point straight out. Out of sheer malice, he flicked it with his forefinger several times, causing me to squirm in my bonds even more. He didn’t stop with my cock, either. My stretched and captive balls were next to get flicked as well, making me dance for him. I couldn’t evade the bombardment he unleashed on my genitalia, so I had to stand there and take it. I tried to go down to my knees, but his fingers hauled me back up by my butthole. That was an unpleasant sensation, so I didn’t do it again.

A third finger was added to my rectum’s compartment to stretch me even more. His attacking my genitals not only continued, but got more intense. As the pain heightened, something began to change inside me. My asshole was on fire from all three of his larger fingers probing me and my cock and balls were being tormented by his other forefinger, but something began to feel good. That familiar feeling Clyde had given me before was building up inside my stomach again. The volcano had reawakened.

I so wanted him to stop torturing my balls and ass, but I was also wanting him to continue it all. Things were beginning to twist around inside me. I didn’t think that pain would bring about these types of feelings, but here they were. I wasn’t able to hold them back. My balls continued to be assaulted while he plunged my guts with all three fingers like a plumber unclogging a drain.

The volcano erupted all at once, assaulting my brain with pain and pleasure simultaneously. He didn’t stop there. In one swift move, he removed his fingers from my butt and replaced it with his rehardened cock. I grunted at the swift charge of his prick. He reached under me and grabbed my balls and squeezed hard as he forced all eight inches of his cock inside me again. Pain slammed into me once again. But the volcano was not finished either. It still had at least one more eruption in store for my preteen body.

While he was laying into me, I erupted in a far more orgasmic pleasure than I had done before. He wasn’t finished, though, so I held on as best as my bound body could for him to climax. My young, spent body was being rocked back and forth as he laid into me over and over again.

It took several minutes for my widened asshole to coax an orgasm out of my cellmate. Several minutes of him tearing into it to make it happen. I tried like hell to make it happen faster to get this over with, but I just couldn’t do it. Finally, though, just as I was building towards a third dry orgasm, he sent more of his sperm shooting up my intestines. I tried to convey to him to just keep going as I was so close, but it didn’t work.

He didn’t pull out as he had the previous times he had done his business. He kept his softening prick inside me to hold his sperm there longer. I felt him reach above my horizontal frame and retrieve something from under the mattress of my bunk. In one quick move, his cock was pulled out and something hard and wide was shoved inside to replace it. I yelped at the thickness of whatever he put inside me, but the pain eased as quickly as it came. Whatever was shoved inside me was there to stay as I tried to bear down to expel it, but nothing doing.

“Don’t bother, Ry; it’s staying there all night,” he said and with a loud slap to my exposed ass, he turned to the toilet to clean up.

When I heard the flush of the toilet, I assumed it was over and it was bedtime for us. I was wrong. He walked right up beside me and whispered in my ear.

“You’re staying there all night, boy,” he hissed. “You gotta know what it’s like. Plus, I might want a quickie in the mornin’.”

I struggled at that realization, but it made no difference. I tried to beg with him to let me out, but again, no difference. I was going to have to remain like this all night long. Before getting to sleep, he wrapped more of the cloth strips around my ankles and secured them to the stepstool so I couldn’t step down off it. He also tied a thin iron pole to my legs to keep me from bending them. Strips of that cloth secured the pole to my hips and my ankles.

Over the next eternity or so, I had to contend with the fleeting emotions of a pent up orgasm that was never reached. Then anger flooded through me as I realized he put me in this position. Thoughts of the injustice of it all surged through my young brain as I had to contend with the uncomfortable position I was tied into. My knees got tired after a while, and I had to flex them a little, but I couldn’t move them too far.

All through the night, I was trying to get a handle on what he was trying to teach me. I never got it until the following morning when he let me down. After a while, I believe I did get a little bit of sleep, but it wasn’t exactly restful or relaxing. Before I knew the night was over, I felt the bed move and Clyde walk by me to use the toilet. A quick slap to my upturned buttocks and he was back to bed and sleep. I groaned at the continued agony of having to stand for even more time.

Time passed as I stood there waiting for the dawn. Dreams came and went through my mind, but sleep eluded me. When I felt him move again, I was aching all over. I was praying it was dawn. The pole was untied and the plug he had shoved inside me was removed. Some of his cum he had deposited there last night leaked out and oozed down the inside of my leg. I almost collapsed when the pole was untied, but he held me up by his free hand while pulling the anal stopper.

“We ain’t done, yet, Ry,” he said, and I whimpered. I knew now another round with him fucking my ass was coming. I was never more so right in my life.

With one hand keeping my butt at the height he needed, he aimed his cock at my torn cherry with the other. Once he split me open again with his morning stiffy, he reached under me and began tormenting my gonads again. They had been stretched out all night long and were extremely sore. The more he flicked them the more I squirmed to avoid his finger. My ankles were still tied to the stepstool, so I had to stand there and take it all; the cock up my ass and the abuse to my nuts.

He continued to ream out my anal cavity while having fun tormenting my poor nuts under my torso. I felt my cock lengthen as I began to feel that volcano come alive again. It had been there all night, but dormant. It was waiting for the renewed stimulation of pain to be applied to my body again. I was beginning to want the pain as I wanted the eruptions. Slowly, the lava boiled beneath the surface of my skin while Clyde laid into my asshole.

My cock was left unattended as he just worked over my preteen gonads. It didn’t matter. I wanted the pain to cause the eruption this time. After such a long night of waiting for it, I was ready. In one glorious moment, I spasmed as the volcano erupted, spilling forth tons of lava through my small veins. The orgasmic tempest raged through me like nothing Clyde had done to me before. To him, he never bothered to stop fucking me during this wave of pleasure.

My balls were forgotten as both of his hands moved up my chest to play with my erect nipples. A few flicks made sure they were going to remain hard. A searing pain shot through my chest as he took each of them and pinched as hard as he could. Another small eruption wracked my young body causing my cocklet to jump in spasms. This was too much for me; too soon for me to have to deal with these feelings. I wasn’t ready for it, no matter what was happening.

Clyde came in a torrent of jizm as he pumped me full of it right after my second orgasm. He rested a second, pulled his cock out, and then replaced the plug in me again. Another swat of my ass and he went to sit down at the toilet to clean up. I heard the toilet flush, and I was praying to be let down. Someone from above answered that prayer and I was released. Hands, ankles, cock, neck, blindfold, and gag were removed.

I dropped to his bunk, spent. My young, inexperienced body was incapable of handling any more torment. He sat down next to me and stroked my sweat-matted blond hair. I now didn’t need an explanation to his actions. I knew why he did it. I smiled back up at him and laid a hand over his leg. A genuine smile crept over his face as well, lighting up the room with his white teeth. Achingly, I crawled to his crotch and lowered my mouth over my brown lover’s chubby. He didn’t put up any resistance.

Clyde laid back to let me do my work on him. I sucked in on his stiffening cock to bring him down my throat. I was now so used to having it there, that I didn’t even gag once on it as it hit the back. Bobbing my head along his length began to cause growth until it spanned the whole of my oral cavity. Without having to keep it up with my hands, I set them on both sides of his hips and moved my body to straddle his.

I knew I had to hurry up and get him to cum again as sunlight was creeping into the room. If we were caught at this, Wilkins and Turner would hear about it and both of us would be in a whole mess of trouble. I pumped my head along his stalk in earnest to that realization, hoping he would get the message and help. He got it and used his body to achieve orgasm a lot faster than I thought possible. Although very little spunk came out, he did shudder through a climax. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, feeling the plug he had put inside me. He smiled at me when he saw what I was trying to do.

“Keep that inside you today, Ry,” he said.

“But what about the showers?” was my question.

“Just keep a towel around you until you get to the stall. Make sure no one sees you after getting in there and when you get out.”

I nodded, not believing that I was going to have to keep this damn thing inside me all day long. It already felt uncomfortable with it there.

We got dressed and waited for the guard to “wake” us for the day. That was one of the longest days. I kept nodding off in class. Lunch was eventful, as one of the other prisoners was taken to see the warden. Apparently he had some contraband in his cell. We didn’t see him until the following weekend as he had spent the whole week in solitary confinement.

I made sure no one saw me as I headed into the shower after P. E. time. The plug that was inserted was still there, but wasn’t causing me any undue discomfort by now. My sphincter had gotten used to it that quickly.

The rest of the day went by so fast for me; it was hard to believe it was dinner and then lights out.

“Suck me off before getting up there, Ry,” Clyde told me as I was about to climb into bed above him.

“Come on, Clyde, I’m not gonna get much sleep tomorrow night with those jerks. I just wanna get some sleep now.”

“Blow me, then you can sleep,” he said blandly.

I sighed and climbed back down off the stool. He already had his cock out in anticipation to wrapping my lips around it. I crawled under the bunk and over to his crotch as he stroked his meat to its normal eight inch turgidity. I licked the tip as was the norm and then down the stalk to the base.

As I was attending to his cock’s needs, his hands were free to roam as they pleased. They found my nipples under my t-shirt and by playing with them he firmed them up for a couple of hard squeezes. I had to remember that I had his cock in my mouth and not bite down on it while he squeezed my nips.

Before I could work his long rod down my throat, he grasped my hips and pulled my lower torso around to rest along side him. I noticed that it was easier to slide his entire length down my gullet when I was in this position. I was going to have to remember this for later.

Clyde, meanwhile, snaked one hand into the front of my briefs and the other in the back. The one in front began playing with my cock to get it stiff, and then moved further down to put the pressure on my still tender nuts. The one tending to my backside began playing with the plug he had inserted almost twenty-four hours ago. One hand would squeeze my nuts as if they were in a vice while the other would pump the plug in my asshole.

He had been using a mixture of pain and pleasure with me so far. Now, it was all pain. My small cocklet was totally ignored as my balls were now the constant object of his attentions. It was difficult to maintain what I was doing to him through the hurt he was putting on me. Although it crossed my mind to give his balls a really good squeeze, I knew better, and refrained.

Without any provocation from me or Clyde, the dormant volcano began to awaken again. Feelings began surging through my midriff like simmering lava about to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting civilization. I couldn’t believe what I did next; I opened my legs more to let him continue to torment my gonads and anus further. He took the hint and squeezed harder on them. I groaned at the affliction, but my cock hardened even more under it. All at once, he squeezed again and pulled hard on the plug, popping out of my backdoor. The volcano erupted with just as little warning.

My whole frame shook violently as both pain and pleasure wracked throughout it. I had to pull my mouth off his cock to catch my breath, but reinserted it as soon as air had filled my lungs. Not long after, he sent his seed down my young throat and into the pit of my stomach. Collapsing on his legs, I took some time for a breather. He needed one, too.

I pulled my legs away from him to crawl back up to my own bunk. As the cellmate he had turned into, he let me go for the night. I slept like a log that night, bringing forth my imagination again and letting it take me away to another place, another world somewhere far off.

The light in my eyes woke me far more gently than the guard at the door rattling his nightstick in the bars. I felt refreshed, but anxious about the night to come. I was hoping that the preparations that I had gone through this past week with Clyde were enough to make it easier on me.

I pulled the buttplug out of my ass when I made my way to the toilet for my morning dump. A mixture of feces and semen dropped out of me and into the bowl. It was a strange feeling it gave me. The rest of the day was better than the last, but I was still concerned for the night.

Wilkins and Turner called for lights out, and Clyde and I made our way to our shared cubicle. He looked at me for a minute or so as we entered our private domain.

“Worried?” he asked me.

I wasn’t going to lie, so I nodded. I took my jumper off and sat on the edge of my bunk to await my two rapists to come for me. I didn’t have to wait long. The cell door opened within mere minutes after all the others were shut and locked. Wilkins walked in and stood in front of me, threateningly holding his nightstick.

“Let’s go,” he said, patting his palm with it.