DIGITAL BOYS

by Tad

PART C5: The Dark Side of Life

PREFACE

Real equity will remain continually illusive until humanity comprehends that life exists predominantly in the greyness which separates dark from light. What is fair in one context may be inappropriate in another and vice versa. Life is a balancing game and human preconceptions are prone to misjudgment.

Caution: This story contains graphic abuse of a minor…it is part of studying how context determines propriety…you have been warned!

Also be advised that this is a fairly long study and will meet the basic Archive ‘requirement’ with the tags being seriously accurate. It is dedicated to those who have, for a myriad of reasons, been either denied a choice or silenced.

Finally please note the situations herein depicted could easily be recognizable within any given community. Rest assured any such similarity is purely and absolutely co-incidental. Furthermore if you or your community lacks tolerance for studies that delve into variant human sexualities, the greater wisdom would be to seek other reading material.

CHAPTER 10: EXPOSED

The Sunday following Jimmie’s arrest, Leif was at last able to see the boy briefly at the prison. They were separated by a clear pane and could only speak using a phone handset. Jimmie looked terrible.

“Leif, you have to get me out of here,” the boy pleaded softly, “they strip searched me while all the adult inmates were watching. It was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“That is unbelievably fucked up,” Leif snarled trying desperately to hold his instantly flaring anger in check, “look, you need to know that your bail hearing is set for Wednesday. I’m going to help your Mother raise as much money as is necessary. I will do whatever it takes…I promise you that.”

“Leif, I love you,” the teary eyed boy replied placing his hand on the clear pane. Leif responded by placing his own hand on his side of the pane. Then a guard dragged Jimmie away.

Leif had to wipe his own tears away and then control his anger. He had believed public strip searches, especially on a teenager, would have been illegal. And as he walked out of the building he could not help but wonder who were the greater offenders: the inmates…or the guards.

That night Jimmie was once again pulled from his cell and forced to strip.

“You searched me last night,” he said fearful they’d repeat their previous procedure.

“You have an appointment,” they said cuffing his wrists, “put your hands behind your head and leave them there. You’ll be swallowing this baton if you drop them.”

Jimmie was once again humiliated as they paraded him down an adult block of hooting inmates. When they exited through a barred door, they put a black hood over Jimmie’s head to blindfold him. Soon they led him into what he thought was a fairly large room. From the voices, it was clear several men were ogling his nude body. He also knew they clearly didn’t want him to see something or someone but at least the hood kept him from feeling quite so degraded.

“Man, what a sweet girlish body. Much prettier that you described. I’m impressed.”

“Look at this ass, will you? Incredible. I thought you were lying when you said he was a virgin smoothie.”

“Cut the shit,” said the voice of the man obviously in charge, “I want to see his erection. Make him hard.”

Jimmie felt someone roughly rub his penis but it was not stimulating and the boy was in no condition or mood for sexual arousal.

“Kid, if you don’t let your prick stiffen, I’m gonna smash your little balls.”

“I…I…I can’t,” Jimmie stammered.

Jimmie’s knees suddenly buckled as pain from his testicles exploded into his abdomen. The man had made good on his promise.

“Leave him alone already. Looks like our boy cunt is too young to know about erections.”

“He’s fifteen already. How the hell can he not know?”

“Well for starters, he ain’t got no fuckin’ pubes.”

They all had a good laugh at him. Then they dragged the still agonizing boy to his feet placing his cuffed wrists in some kind of overhead hook. If his wrists hadn’t been pinned overhead, he’d have collapsed back onto the floor. When his head finally cleared from the pain of being smacked in his testicles, he became aware of the clicking of cameras. The hood was removed soon afterward but the room was darkened and the flashes from the cameras kept the boy in a temporarily blinded state. They poked and prodded him in his sensitive areas forcing him into positions that were intentionally sexual in nature. He figured they must have taken four hundred or so pictures of his nude body before replacing the hood and then sending him back to his cell.

As he lay on his cot waiting for sleep to come, he began thinking about all that had happened to him over the last few days. The boy wondered why such horrible things were being inflicted upon him especially as he knew he was completely innocent. More than that, he believed the guards knew he had committed no crime. In their language, never once had they referred to him by his offense as they frequently did to other inmates, adult or juvenile. It was almost as though his presence in the jail had been expected…or perhaps arranged.

The boy could not fathom how an activity considered criminal outside the prison could be concluded in its extremist form inside the prison with absolute impunity. If any teacher at school paraded an unclothed student down the halls, that teacher would be in serious trouble. Taking pornographic images of minors would probably generate a sentence of lifetime confinement. And should anyone, even another student, forcibly shove fingers into a teenager’s rectum, that offender, in some places nowadays, would be looking at capital punishment. And so to the boy, his current situation made no sense and certainly wasn’t equitable.

That brought Jimmie to further contemplate his relationship with Leif. What he enjoyed most was the way the man touched the boy. It mattered not whether the touch was a private one or merely a pat on the shoulder, it was special to Jimmie. Yet touching in the outside world was seemingly becoming illegal. At his school there was even a ban on hugging, any hugging. No, thought Jimmie, he did not want just anyone touching him…but people he liked and respected he did not mind at all. In Leif’s case, the man was welcome to touch him as often as the man wanted. Jimmie understood at some level that Leif had become his surrogate father, trusted adult and best friend all rolled into one. In short, Leif had been a super blessing for the boy. That is not to say Jimmie did not have regard for his natural father. But over the past year, his relationship with his father had become increasingly strained for reasons Jimmie did not fully comprehend and the teenager needed a reliable adult male in his life. So what that Leif liked to see him naked…it was both private and fun! As to their sex play, he knew he pushed that as much, and probably more so, than Leif. And if he didn’t want to do it anymore, Leif would stop and that would be it. The other thing was that Leif had never, ever hurt him. Nor did he feel mistreated, misused or guilty about what they did. All he cared was that it remained personal between them. Sure, the boy hoped to soon possibly date a girl and perhaps someday marry. But for right now, he felt himself still a bit young and definitely not ready for a major ‘boy/girl’ type relationship yet.

Here in prison, nothing was private, everything was hurtful and he felt both ashamed at what they had done to him and quite clearly abused in every sense of the word.

Jimmie was sure they’d come for him again the following night. He could not know what plans they would harbor for him other than to expect those plans would be disgusting. He recalled stories from his church classes of the ancients who endured horrible trials and didn’t know if he could be as brave as those who had gone before. Yet he knew there were no other options and he began to consider that his young life might be in real danger. So he spent the next day praying for inner strength.

Lesley, meanwhile, had grown concerned about his collecting his ‘trophy’ and contacted Rocky.

LESLEY: So now that you have your boy cunt, when can I collect his balls?

ROCKY: Don’t be so hasty. I haven’t nailed him yet. If I have to wait, so do you. If the bitch makes bail, we both lose.

LESLEY: But you said it was a done deal.

ROCKY: I thought it was but the cunt drew a pussy judge. Could go either way.

LESLEY: What if he makes bail?

ROCKY: The bitch is free till trial. Then if they convict, he’ll probably go directly upstate and we’re screwed. If he can’t, he stays here and we’ll do the deed.

During the day Monday, Rocky, his cohorts and the Warden had a quiet little chat.

“So how the hell did that Pottager kid draw the biggest pussy judge on the bench,” the Warden lamented angrily, “we all know the judge is gonna let the kid walk. I thought you had this taken care of.”

“Sorry Warden,” replied a guard known as Moe, “there’s only so much tampering I can get away with.”

“Then gentlemen,” the Warden continued, “we have a problem. That little prick hasn’t been here long enough to know we mean business. And he’ll blab. Then we’ll have to hurt people and that’s just messy.”

“You should’ve waited till after the bail hearing to shoot the vids,” Chester a pot-bellied cohort reminded the Warden.

“No shit, asshole. Blame your buddy,” the Warden snarled back, “he told me he had it covered. I have big impatient customers waiting so there is no time to delay. And don’t forget, you all profit from this too. Does anybody here have any intelligent suggestions?”

“Yeah, I do. Let’s cut our losses just a bit,” answered Rocky, “we’ll dress as prisoners, do a rape scene and then take his balls all tonight. That way we keep the customers happy. In the meantime, we shuffle the paperwork to delay the bitch’s bail hearing a couple of days. Maybe by then we can bounce the pussy judge.”

“But I thought the customers wanted the dungeon bit,” Chester said.

“Sure guillotining his balls in a whole S&M scene would be preferred but that kind of time we don’t have. Besides, we’ve never cut off a kid’s balls for the video trade. If there are any problems, we can work out the details and find some other bitch to do the big scene later. As for the Pottager cunt, he so cute even a shorter video will sell.”

“Good point,” the Warden replied, “I think I like it. But what if we need a medical report?”

“Jail house showers are a rough place for ‘pretty’ boys. And guards? They’d be considered immoral if they were caught watching teen boys shower.”

Everyone guffawed.

“If it comes to it, who’ll take the rap?”

“We have several pedo lifers in the house…it’ll be easy enough to pin it on one of them.”

“And the ‘cutter’ is still on board?” the Warden said the final plans set, “I need a body for that.”

“He’s over anxious…seems he wants the kid’s set for a ‘trophy’.

Rocky contacted Lesley shortly afterward.

ROCKY: It’s going down tonight. Be here at just after midnight. Bring doctor’s scrubs. The rest you’ll get here.

LESLEY: They’re already packed. Where?

ROCKY: The back door.

Jimmie rested, albeit fitfully, throughout the evening. While lying there, he remembered a Japanese Samurai movie where the discussion was not ‘if’ someone would die, but ‘how’. He certainly was not planning on dying but he did conclude to meet his fate without intimidation. Reducing a victim to hopelessness, he figured, would be what these cretins thrived on the most…a pleasure the boy was determined to deny them. He didn’t know exactly their plans for him but something they made him drink earlier in the day forced him to sit on the toilet…it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure where this was going.

CHAPTER 11: VERMIN

They showed up shortly after midnight…and the boy was not surprised by the hour. There were six men outside of his cell dressed as he was in prison tee-shirts and jeans except they had baseball caps and dark glasses mostly hiding their faces. The big tall one was clearly in charge his cohorts referring to him as Rocky. Moe and Clay were typical stocky guard types. Wade was taller but not big like Rocky and he held a camera in his hands. Chester was pouchy and pot-bellied. The last guard’s name wasn’t spoken but he appeared quite puny.

“You’re five minutes late,” Jimmie remarked dryly then added regarding their lack of standard uniform, “so it’s a costume party tonight, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up kid and strip.”

“I’ll strip when I fucking feel like it.”

“Yeah and I’m gonna rearrange your face.”

“I don’t think so. A kid with a bloody face doesn’t make for a real sexy video.”

The boy turned his back on them as he slowly began tugging at his tee-shirt. He knew they were going to do whatever it was they had in mind anyway. His goal was to tease and play with them just to screw up their intimidating tactics. And, it looked like it was working.

“That’s it you fucking little prick—“

“Calm your juices Chester,” Rocky ordered, “the kid’s right, a bloody nose doesn’t help us. For now, this gig is his play. We’ll have our chance later, and the bitch knows it.”

For the first time since being incarcerated, Jimmie smiled. He, a skinny hairless fifteen year old boy, was in control! It wouldn’t last long but it would be fun while it did.

He squirmed out of the tee-shirt slow enough to keep them interested but fast enough so that they wouldn’t become impatient. Then he stuck his hands through the bars.

“Thso,” the boy said deliberately lisping to mock their sexuality, “which one of you brutesth isth gonna cuff me?”

Jimmie noted his success as some of guards were clearly trying to hide smiles. Clay stepped forward and snapped on the requisite restraint and then opened the door.

“And where are you big boysth taking me?”

“A five horsepower ride in the showers, kid,” Moe answered, “lose the pants.”

“Fuck off,” Jimmie replied. Chester shoved him to the floor but nothing else and Jimmie did not take down his pants. Instead, he stopped maybe twenty feet later and tossed off his left sneaker. A few steps later, the boy threw away his right sneaker. Jimmie also noted their path did not lead past any other inmates. It was clear this midnight tryst was to be in secret.

Jimmie did not want to lose his control over the guards so he soon began to wiggle his hips and undid the button on his prison jeans. As he walked, he kept his underpants in place while pushed the jeans lower till he could no longer walk. Jimmie noted that Wade, the guard with the video camera, zoomed in on the crotch of his underpants.

“Thso which bitch is gonna drag my pantsth off?”

The boy was a little surprised when Clay lifted him off the floor from behind while Moe and Chester dragged the jeans off his legs. They took his socks too then Chester was looking to snatch off his white brief underwear but Jimmie grabbed the pants with his cuffed hands.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient. Now put me down,” the boy demanded.

“You heard the kid,” Rocky ordered, “put him the fuck down.”

“Rocky, I can’t believe you’re putting up with his shit,” Chester complained.

“What’s the matter? Your tiny dick can’t take a little teasing from fifteen year old brat? If the bitch could pop an erection, I bet it would be twice the size of yours.”

Jimmie wasn’t so sure about that but they did put him down. After they turned into the showers, the guards closed and locked the shower room door with a key. Jimmie felt the butterflies rise in his stomach but he was determined to keep his cool. He saw a urinal and walked over to it. As anticipated, the video camera followed.

“I’m gonna pee,” he stated and pulled just the end of his penis out aiming it at the urinal but standing at an angle so the camera could see.

“You guys are so pathetic…watching a little boy pee,” Jimmie commented snidely half way through but looking square into the camera, “don’t you guys have wives?”

Rocky burst out laughing.

“You’re a piece of work, kid, you should’ve gone to acting school.”

“Hey bitch,” Clay said, “my wife hasn’t given me a piece in months. Besides you’re way sexier.”

Jimmie finished urinating, re-concealed his penis then squared off with Rocky.

“So…what the fuck now?” the boy said quietly yet firmly.

“Straight ahead on the left you’ll see the shower and the table where the deal goes down. If you behave once you’re on the table, we won’t tie you…better for us, easier on you. Right now you’re to take a nice slow shower, make it as slinky as you want. Lose the underpants at some point and continue washing anything else you want except for your sex.”

“And then?”

“And then I’m going to let you call it. You made me horny and you made me laugh so you deserve at least that. When you’re ready, soap up between your legs slow and sexy like. Try and pop a hard-on cause tonight you’re going to lose the juice that makes cocks hard…forever. Then rinse off. We’ll give you a few minutes under the water and then we’ll take over. You can do whatever you want. It won’t matter anyway. Just be sure and enjoy those last few minutes while you still have your nice little balls. Once we’re finished fucking your virgin ass, we’re going to castrate you!”

Jimmie almost instantly felt a familiar tingling within his chest as he re-actively turned the fingers of his cuffed hands so as to touch his boyhood. Through his underpants, the boy could feel his testicles instinctively shriveling up towards his body. His stomach went nauseous as Jimmie fully comprehended he would soon be experiencing that which he had never anticipated becoming reality nor was it ever supposed to. This was not a game and the boy’s soft penis found nothing about the situation even vaguely stimulating.

“Hey boss, looks like our little cunt knows what in store for him,” Moe remarked.

“Yep, turnin’ this fag boy into a little girl is gonna make one hell of a video,” Chester salivated.

Jimmie looked from guard to guard for any consideration but found none except from, oddly enough, possibly Rocky. The boy silently settled his eyes on the man in a last ditch effort for any type of reprieve.

And Rocky did feel a stabbing pang of guilt fly through his heart. The guard’s mother had attempted to bring him up right and the guard experienced a sudden series of flashbacks. But there were too many distorted years, sexy teen boys and their various forms of rape in between. Furthermore, Jimmie’s upcoming screwing would easily be the best piece he ever had. This boy was definitely a cutie. And then the thoughts of castrating the kid’s hairless balls had Rocky dripping pre-cum for the last day. Wade had even promised a little something extra to make up for not being able to do the dungeon version. But the man wouldn’t say what it was just to keep the others in a little suspense.

Wade was the medic amongst them. He’d deftly repair the damage the other cohorts would inflict on their victims in time for their court dates. Through coercion, careful planning, blaming other inmates and intimidation, not a single victim had ever dared to cross the system. The cameraman though never participated in the rapes preferring his position behind a video recorder to the cum filled boy cunt. Wade’s primary source of gratification was his sadistic predilection for castration particularly of boys just prior to puberty like Jimmie.

Rocky finally had to break away from Jimmie’s stare.

“Sorry kid, it is what it is.”

“You’re all a bunch of sick fucks,” Jimmie replied in a quiet demeaning voice, “and what makes you think I’ll perform for your perverted little show.”

“Because,” replied Rocky, “you know you’re going to be fucked either way and you’re not the type to wimp out at the end.”

In response, Jimmie held up his cuffed hands.

“Fair enough,” said Rocky unlocking the cuffs, “it’s not like you can go anywhere.”

The boy brushed hard past Rocky and walked towards the shower.

“Oh shit,” slobbered Chester, “a fuck with a fighting bitch. I can’t wait to lay her down.”

Jimmie hated all the guards fiercely but something about the lecherous Chester made him the most despicable of all.

The boy walked straight ahead and sure enough the shower he was instructed to use appeared on the left. Just off to the right Wade was standing behind a larger video recorder on a wheeled tripod. The boy saw the puny guard standing next to Wade and thought something about the man looked familiar but he couldn’t place it.

Directly in front half way between the camera and the shower was the referred to infamous ‘table’. It was waist high, perhaps four feet long and covered with thin padding. At far end was a two inch thick cushion where the boy knew his face would soon be planted while the guards would be having their fun. The near end was slightly concave to match the curve of the human abdomen with a notch in the center for the victim’s genitals. Below the table an extra camera was mounted aimed exactly at the notch only from under the table. Part way down the supporting legs were ledges for human knees and curving brackets to prevent those knees from coming together. Jimmie knew once they had bent him over the table, the brackets would keep his knees and legs spread about two feet apart exposing his anus to whatever guard that stood behind him. This table was clearly designed to prevent its victim from injuring himself otherwise while guards had their thrill. The boy was frightened and disgusted at the same time.

Not capable of dwelling on the table any longer, Jimmie walked to the shower, turned it on and stepped under. And he knew Rocky was right. The boy would defend himself as long as he could. Eventually they would nail him but he planned on inflicting as much damage as humanly possible. So as his wet underpants clung tightly outlining his private area, the boy slightly gyrated under the spray. Slowly he dragged down his underpants and off his body then tossed them far away so that the boy was irreversibly nude. But Jimmie was determined to deny the camera any view of his genitals by carefully covering them with a hand if he was facing forward.

“You fuckin’ little tease,” Wade complained but the boy would not accommodate him.

Jimmie took a deep breath as nauseating dread continued to engulf his stomach. He knew one way or the other his time was finished. So he decided to follow Rocky’s exact instructions figuring if he did, then he would have some idea when they would commence their attack. Turning his behind to the camera, the boy soaped down his crevice gently fingering his anus. Then he brought soap to his sexual area carefully hiding the front of his body from Wade.

And the boy contemplated his own testicles…testicles he would soon no longer have. They were not quite as big as elongated grapes and he wondered how horrid his castration would be. Afterward, presuming he was somehow released from this terrifying place, would he find himself abandoned and ignored by those closest to him because he was no longer a boy? Jimmie felt fairly certain his father would use this as an excuse to totally reject him and he wasn’t sure how his mother or his teammates would react. His biggest concern though was whether Leif would still want a young friend that no longer had testicles. But Jimmie pushed the thought from his mind…deep down he felt that Leif loved him with or without the orbs that hung below his penis. He could only hope they would figure something out.

Jimmie prayed again for inner strength, rinsed off…and waited.

Note: Continued in Chapter Twelve ~ Foul Players