The Institution 3

By Pueros

Chapter 3 - Assaults

(A certain young offenders' institution in a certain state of the U.S.A. - September 2001)

Rich noted that the packed dormitory had been noisy until he and the guard entered. Then silence had descended and almost thirty pairs of young eyes focused on the doorway through which the boy and his escort had passed. The newcomer also observed that the inmates were all dressed in only their underpants and that most were either sitting or lying on bunks.

Rich's bottom was still smarting from the severe strapping inflicted by the governor. However, he had tried his best to dispose of the evidence on his face of the copious sobbing he had indulged in from time to time throughout this day, easily the most terrible of his young life so far. Unfortunately for the boy, many far worse days were still to come.

It was late and past the normal time for lights out. However, the officers at the central control unit, responsible for the operation of the automatic lighting system, had kept on the fluorescent tubes in this particular dormitory. This had been at the request, conveyed by radio handset, of Rich's guard so that the newcomer could be settled in to his new accommodation. The wooden hut contained fifteen tightly packed bunks, aligned in three rows of five with a narrow corridor between each. Each bed had one white sheet, one pillow and one grey blanket. A couple of lockers separated each bunk but otherwise the relatively small room was devoid of anything else. There were no tables, chairs, televisions or indeed any other type of entertainment paraphernalia, except carefully vetted library books, even though it was now home, with the arrival of the newcomer, to thirty boys aged between 13 and 17. However, there were six individual urinals, six toilet cubicles, six sinks and a communal shower, with ten showerheads, in an adjacent facility.

The guard showed Rich around his new cramped residence, which possessed just one small barred window, before introducing the boy to the bunk where poor Gerry had slept. The newcomer was aware all of the time of the eerie silence and the stares focused on him.

The guard opened Rich's allocated locker and indicated to him its only content, a small plastic bag containing cheap toiletries, flannel and toothbrush located on the top shelf. "You clean yourself with these every morning at 05.30 hours," the man advised, "and make sure that you do a good job as the governor insists on healthy cleanliness. Place your spare clothing on the bottom shelf and, as you sleep only in your underpants and lights out is overdue, you can now undress and put the bulk of the uniform you're wearing on the middle one. I know you've hardly worn it but you might as well get into the routine. Put your spare attire on in the morning and swap the one you're wearing now for fresh apparel at the laundry before breakfast. Note your sizes from the labels. Breakfast is at 06.00 hours in the canteen. I'm sure that one of your new friends will show you the full ropes."

Rich tried to refrain from blushing as he complied with the guard's instruction to strip to his skimpy underwear but the unnatural deathly quiet and the continued focus of many young eyes on him made him fail. His beautiful face was almost as red as his buttocks by the time he took off his jeans. Some of the spectators, noticing the newcomer's unease, began to giggle. However, this ceased when the prison officer ordered "Right, you lot, into your bunks as lights will be switched off soon and it's well past your bedtime!" The young inmates, even the smirking Miller, quickly obeyed, as most knew from bitter experience that it did not pay to upset the staff.

Miller had observed the new arrival with delighted interest. 'Another cutie to pleasure my dick' he thought, although accepting that that would not begin that night. Another pretty newcomer, a 13 years old, had been allocated to the dormitory the previous day. It had taken just 24 hours for the bully to arrange for the intimidated and frightened young thief to join him in his bunk once the lights had been switched off. The huge ugly 16 years old had a voracious sexual appetite, which liked to be satisfied at least nightly.

Rich also scrambled under the blanket on his bed, giving his young black bunkmate a smile as he did so. However, Cy was not fooled. He had perceived the deep unhappiness and fear that the new arrival was trying to hide. "I'm sure I'll see you soon," the smirking guard suggested to the newcomer in lieu of a formal farewell before advancing to the exit. After eventually locking the door behind him, he radioed for the lights in dormitory 64 to be doused and darkness descended within the hut. It was 22.00 hours, half-an-hour after normal lights out.

Rich was petrified as to what might now happen, recalling the horror stories he had been told about the institution. His terror was compounded by the sound of much whispering from the other bunks and his belief that he was probably the subject of the various conversations. The boy worried that plots might be being hatched to assault him in one way or another. In fact this was not the case as his fellow inmates had recognised from the 14 years old's unparalleled beauty that Miller would want first choice in respect of the newcomer, a wish that no-one, even the two resident 17 years olds, was prepared to dispute. However, the 16 years old currently had his mind, as well as his hands, on other matters.

Rich was lying awake, too scared to try to sleep, when he heard an ear-splitting blood-curdling scream. He could not prevent himself from asking in fright "Shit, what's that?" The boy rarely used expletives but his sub-consciousness must have believed that this was an appropriate occasion for use of such a word. The 14 years old then saw, through the gloom, a black face appear above, although the dark visage was most noticeable by the large white pupils sported by the eyes.

"Don't panic, man," Cy whispered, "it's only Miller enjoying some fresh boy pussy." "Who's Miller?" the tremulous Rich quietly asked in response. "I'm afraid that you'll probably find out soon enough," the black boy answered, whilst further loud yelps with accompanying crying could be heard, "as he considers himself the king of the dorm."

Rich did not need any further explanation but decided that a belated introduction was appropriate. "By the way," he said, "I'm Richard Wright, Rich to my friends." "I know, man," Cy replied, "one of the guards told us all about you, a sweet choirboy turned murderer. Did you really kill that shopkeeper?" "No," the newcomer retorted. "Well, man," the black inmate sympathised, "I'm not surprised. There's a few in here whose claims to be innocent I believe. It doesn't say much for our justice system does it?"

"What's your name?" Rich enquired. "I'm Cy," the black 14 years old informed, "but, man, don't expect me to be a friend to you yet. I don't mean to be cruel, man, but, when I last began to like a newcomer in the bunk below, the relationship was very short lived as he had his cock cut off and had been transferred to solitary within 36 hours. I think, man, that it's best for my own mental and physical health if we don't become close until your own position in relation to Miller is sorted. You see, man, Miller considers the friends of his enemies to be enemies as well and I don't want to be any enemy of that brute. Also, man, I don't want to lose a new pal so quick again. I think, man, my attitude will be shared by most here."

Rich pondered these comments for a while after the black head above returned to its pillow. The newcomer then eventually whispered "Cy, I presume you mean that Miller's going to try to get me to share his bed as well and that, if I resist, there'll be trouble." The black boy answered "'Bout sums it up, man. I saw the look in Miller's eyes when you were undressing. He's lusting after you badly, man, probably, and I don't mean to embarrass you here, man, because you're the prettiest new cutie we've had here for a while. I also don't want to worry you unnecessarily, man, but I always regret not telling the previous occupant of your bunk firmly enough about the threat the brute poses. I have to tell you, man, that, if you don't let him fuck your mouth and ass as often as he wants, you'll end up like Gerry or even worse. The monster's ruthless, man, and clever enough not to get caught!"

"Thanks for your advice," Rich replied sombrely. Tears might have returned to his eyes on discovering the true extent of his terrible predicament but his lachrymal glands appeared to have been drained that awful day of their contents. It seemed that in order to survive relatively intact, the boy would have to acquiesce to either being the regular sex toy of the menacing dormitory bully or protective prison guard.

Quiet now descended on the dormitory. It was apparent that Miller had had his fill of 13 years old boy pussy for now and that the other inmates wanted to sleep. After all, they would have to rise at 05.30 hours. However, the 14 years old newcomer's gorgeous but sad and frightened blue eyes remained open for a while yet until mental and physical exhaustion finally overwhelmed him just after midnight.

Rich was awakened by a blaring loudspeaker announcing "05.30 hours, all rise, 05.30 hours, all rise", seemingly droning on interminably. The boy had not been looking forward to this moment, as at least some of his fellow inmates would be sure to spot the evidence of the previous evening's chastisement to his backside delivered by the governor, but was encouraged out of his hesitation to leave his bed by Cy. The black boy jumped down from the bunk above and, noticed the newcomer dallying under his blanket whilst he removed his underpants. He therefore advised "You'd better get up, man, as half an hour isn't much time to wash, dress and take yesterday's uniform to the laundry before presenting yourself for breakfast in the canteen. It's best if you leave your briefs here to prevent them getting mixed up with others."

Rich reluctantly followed Cy's advice, as well as the black boy's naked body into the toilet and wash facility, having collected his toiletry bag, which he bashfully held in front of his genitals. The newcomer heard titters as his reddened bum was observed and his companion could not help but look to see what others found funny.

"Gee, man," commented Cy, "you've been beaten already. Who by and what for?" "By the governor for saying I was innocent," Rich answered, face blushing again. "Yes, man, he believes this state's justice system can't make mistakes," the black inmate relied, "and that no-one should question that. I hope you've learnt your lesson!" The newcomer replied affirmatively before his companion, noticing the white boy's obvious attempts to hide his sexual organs, whispered "Try not to be so shy with your privates, man, as the others will take it as a sign of weakness, which would not be a wise development. Anyway, you'll have to get used to public nakedness round here."

Rich, concerned at the last remark, asked "Why?" "You'll find out soon enough, man," Cy responded, "without me having to tell you." The two bunkmates then lined up behind another older naked inmate for use of one of the six sinks that had to be shared by thirty boys. There were queues of young nudes, all waiting to clean their teeth, at the other five, although some of the teenage prisoners could not be bothered to wait and performed their dental ablutions in the nearby communal shower.

Rich had still not seen Miller but was sure that he had spotted the boy whose anal and oral virginity had been taken away overnight. The pretty brown haired and eyed youngster appeared to be having difficulty in moving and had reddened eyes as if from constant sobbing. However, the concluding proof of sexual assault seemed to be the dried white streaks prominent on both the cheeks of his face and posterior. The slightly older newcomer shivered at the sight and this reaction intensified when the perpetrator of the 13 years old's clear distress entered the washroom.

Miller looked around the scene to find the person he wanted. Having done so, he approached Rich, appreciating the view he was gaining of the 14 years old's red bottom, which he proposed to infiltrate sooner rather than later. As the bully advanced to the sink, the boy utilising the basin, observing the 16 years old brute in the mirror, immediately finished the cleaning of his teeth, even though the task was only half complete and he was 17 years old. This teenager then quickly departed to the shower, equally rapidly followed by Cy. The black boy had suddenly decided to conduct his own oral ministrations under a showerhead. However, his new white companion's desire to do the same was prevented.

Miller grabbed hold of Rich's arm as the newcomer attempted to pass. "Where do you think you're going," asked the bully. "I was just�." was all that the 14 years old managed in reply before the ugly 16 years old interrupted.

"I don't think you'll just anything," declared Miller, whilst Rich began to wince at both the pain induced by the bully's firm grip on his arm and the brute's bodily stench, "except talk to me whilst I brush my molars. O.K.?" "O.K.," the 14 years old managed to answer before gaining much relief when the 16 years old released his hold, after fully appraising the whole of the newcomer's delectable form.

Miller went to the sink and continued to speak whilst cleaning his teeth. Rich felt obliged to stand next to him whilst the unwanted conversation took place. The boy thought that he knew where the discourse would be leading.

"You're Wright, I understand," Miller declared whilst brushing, causing toothpaste to dribble from his wide ugly mouth, "Richard Wright, sweet choirboy turned nasty murderer, sentenced to life without parole." "That's correct" the newcomer responded, without advising the bully that he was known as Rich to his friends and whilst trying to sound confident rather than anxious. "Did you do it?" the 16 years old then enquired but the 14 years old hesitated to answer.

Rich's vacillation was not just caused by his disgust at the sight of Miller's monstrous naked form next to him, almost covered from head to toe in a mat of thick smelly dark hair. The newcomer had looked at the bully's huge dangling currently flaccid cock, clearly stained with his own semen and his overnight victim's blood, and realised that this could be a defining moment in terms of his relationship with the brute. The 14 years old suddenly thought that, if he answered affirmatively, the 16 years old might show him more respect and so make life easier. He therefore eventually replied "Yes!"

Miller finished his oral cleansing but, to Rich, the bully's yellow teeth did not seem to have benefited much from the exercise. The 16 years old now surprised the 14 years old by, whilst rubbing his stubble-covered chin free from surplus toothpaste with a flannel in his left hand, punching the newcomer hard in the stomach with his right. This caused the naked young victim of the assault to collapse to the tiled floor.

"Don't ever lie to me again," instructed Miller to the prone agonised Rich, "or you'll receive far worse than one punch. You're a sweet choirboy not a killer, believe me I can tell. As a result, we're all going to call you 'Sweetie'!" He then gave the newcomer a vicious kick on his already sore rump before beginning to walk away towards the quickly emptying shower. However, the bully turned halfway to command, as if it was an afterthought, "Oh, by the way Sweetie, you'll also come to my bunk after lights out tonight to present your boy orifices for the entertainment of my dick, or you might lose your own!"

(To be continued in chapter 4 - 'Knives')