The Institution 4

By Pueros

Chapter 4 – Knives

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

Rich’s first full day at the Institution passed uneventfully after the horror of meeting Miller for the first time. Like Gerry, he found himself bored in class during the morning, as the other similarly aged inmates were learning basic reading, writing and arithmetic, subjects that the former choirboy had become thoroughly acquainted with years previously. Also like his poor predecessor in the bunk below Cy, the newcomer found subsequent menial kitchen duties to be both demeaning and dull. However, they did enable the 14 years old to secrete a sharp knife, despite the watchful eyes of the adult overseers.

For security reasons, plastic cutlery was the norm for inmates. However, such utensils were impractical for preparing food and so Rich managed to slip one into his pocket as he was peeling and dicing carrots. He knew that it was a very dangerous and possibly extremely foolhardy action but his sense of caution was overwhelmed by a desire not to become anyone’s sex toy. Despite the appalling example of what had happened to Gerry, this particular 14 years old, previously not prone to violence unless in self-defence, was preparing to try to protect his virtue. The boy was not proposing to use the knife, just show that he possessed it to Miller, in the hope that the dormitory bully would then be scared away.

After rather a lonely day, during which none of his fellow inmates bothered to speak to the newcomer, being wary of befriending the boy until his status in respect of Miller was settled, the tremulous Rich found himself once more under the blanket of his bunk, waiting for lights out at 21.30 hours. He knew that once darkness descended, he was supposed to move to the bully’s bed.

Rich was aware that everyone in the small dormitory had glanced frequently at him as he lay on his bunk, reading a library book, with the stares from Miller and his cronies most intense. It appeared that they were all thoroughly relishing the prospect of what the newcomer was soon supposed to experience.

The event that Rich had dreaded eventually arrived, as the lights in the dormitory suddenly faded. An instant quiet also materialised, as the other 29 young inmates stopped their chatter. However, this was not immediately for the purpose of gaining some sleep, as all now waited instead to hear the tip-toeing feet of the newcomer proceeding to where the eager and anticipative Miller lay. They all thought that they would then soon be listening to the yelps of the beautiful 14 years old as he lost his anal virginity to a huge hirsute 16 years old cock.

It was a long wait before the sound of feet was heard and then they were perceived as coming from an unexpected direction. The frightened Rich, unable even to consider closing his eyes, had noticed the massive menacing shape approach his bunk long before it came alongside and Miller whispered “I’ve been waiting patiently, sweetie, for you to entertain my dick. You don’t want to be carried to my bunk, like a bride crossing the threshold of her new house, do you?” Despite keeping his voice low, the bully’s comments were heard by everyone in the dormitory and much tittering resulted, especially from the beds of the brute’s sycophants.

“I’m not coming,” Rich answered, trepidation obvious in a quaking voice. Miller was somewhat taken aback by this unanticipated effrontery, having believed that the terrible example of what had happened to Gerry would mean that such resistance to his will would not recur. However, he eventually managed to reply “I’ll drag you there if I must!”

“I don’t think you will,” Rich boldly replied, receiving a “Why not?” in response. “Because I have a knife in my hand,” the 14 years old retorted. The giggling now stopped as everyone awaited the reaction of Miller, who had confirmed the presence of a small weapon in a 14 years old hand, with the help of a reflection from the steel blade stemming from the moonlight that was streaming in through the dormitory’s solitary window. The bully had been shocked by the revelation, not by fear of the weapon, as he had been in many knife fights before, acquiring several permanent scars as a result, but in amazement at the newcomer’s show of defiance. He therefore pondered the unexpected turn of events for a while before announcing “You’ll regret this. You’ve just signed your cock’s death warrant!”

The disgruntled Miller went back to his bed, whilst the unusually early and startled silence in the dark dormitory was maintained, but he did not proceed empty-handed, as he collected the 13 years-old he had enjoyed the previous night on the way. The quiet was then soon disrupted by this other newcomer’s shrieks as his rectum was again invaded by a massive 16 years old phallus, whilst low whispering also returned to the room.

Rich, not unnaturally slept little that night, afraid that Miller might attempt quick vengeance. However, no reprisal came, as the bully was happy to bide his time, appreciating that, to maintain his authority in the eyes of the others, the 14 years old newcomer would have to suffer even more than his predecessor in the bunk below Cy.

The black boy made one comment to his white bunkmate just after they were woken by the loudspeaker interminably blaring “05.30 hours, all rise, 05.30 hours, all rise.” “That wasn’t a sensible thing to do,” Cy suggested, before rushing naked to the toilet. Rich was beginning to wonder whether his fellow 14 years old was right when he followed, also nude but with his toiletry bag in one hand and his knife in the other. His feeling of foreboding was compounded by noticing that virtually everyone stared regularly at him, as he saw to his ablutions whilst taking great care to watch his back. However, it was the clear look of sinister hatred in Miller’s eyes that most disturbed the former choirboy, especially as it also seemed to display quiet satisfaction, as if a plan for successful terrible revenge had already been devised. Nevertheless, whatever this was, it was not initiated at that moment and the washed, dressed and armed newcomer soon found himself at breakfast in the institution’s huge canteen.

Afterwards, Rich would not be seeing Miller again until they returned to their dormitory after the evening meal, as they did not share the same educational classes or work chores. However, this did not prevent the bully from starting his campaign of vengeance.

Whilst once again helping to prepare vegetables during the afternoon, Rich was directly approached by two guards. The aghast boy was told that they had come to frisk him, as a result of information received, and it did not take too long for the men to detect the small knife, tucked down one of the 14 years old’s socks. The shocked and terrified newcomer was then soon being escorted once more to the governor’s office, hands cuffed behind his back.

“Well, 61401, Wright R,’ the governor announced sternly, from behind the desk on which Rich had been strapped less than 48 hours earlier, “you’ve not yet been here for two days yet and we already find you in possession of an offensive weapon. I suppose that you were planning to use it in an escape attempt. Well, we consider such occurrences to be very serious offences and you will have to be punished accordingly. You will therefore receive forty strokes of the strap before the assembled inmates, followed by one month’s hard labour in the local quarry and accommodation in solitary!”

The appalled Rich tried to advise the obviously very angry governor that he had stolen the knife only for his own protection but he was quickly silenced. “Shut up” the man commanded before continuing “How dare you speak without permission, especially as you only utter lies. You’ve just earned yourself another ten strokes, beating to be inflicted at 17.30 hours this evening!”

“Take the evil liar, thief and murderer to solitary” were the governor’s final words to the guards before the horrified Rich was led to the lonely cell to await his terrible fate. When left alone, hands still cuffed, the boy sat on the single bed located in his new small prison and began to cry, whilst also saying a quiet prayer to God for salvation from this terrible place. Unfortunately for the 14 years old, it was an entreaty to which the Almighty seemed to turn a deaf ear.

The subsequent few hours passed very slowly for Rich whilst he contemplated receiving 50 blows from a strap across his presumably naked body in front of over 2000 young inmates and several hundred staff. His only consolation was the thought of spending the next month in solitary, as it should keep him away from Miller’s clutches. The former choirboy preferred the loneliness to other acts of vengeance from the bully, having assumed that his current awful predicament could only have resulted from the brute informing on him. However, the 14 years old’s assumption was not quite right.

Miller had made one of his younger cronies pass on the information to a guard who regularly sodomised the pretty 15 years old boy, in return for little favours, such as the supply of some chocolate, whilst he worked in the laundry. Without revealing the identity of his informant or the circumstances in which he received the data, actually whilst re-zipping his trousers after enjoying the teenager’s anus again, the man had passed the allegation onto the governor for appropriate action.

The petrified Rich was eventually led out of the solitary confinement block just before 17.30 hours. The many inmates had sat down to consume their evening meal an hour earlier and had now been re-gathered in the huge open space in the middle of the institution, which was primarily used for drill practice, something indulged in at weekends. However, on this occasion, the 2000+ teenagers were sitting cross-legged with quiet discipline in neat circular rows around a single whipping post. A number of guards, rifles in hand and some with leashed dogs, patrolled an outer circle.

Rich wanted the earth to swallow him up as he was led towards the post, next to which a stood burly guard, heavy leather strap in hand. The frequently used implement was discoloured, having been stained with much young teenage blood over many years. The 14 years old newcomer had not added to the sanguineness of the cruel devise when it had been used to inflict nine agonising blows across his buttocks two days previously, as the skin of his posterior had not broken. However, the beautiful but terrified former choirboy realised that that fortunate circumstance was unlikely to be repeated when his body endured another fifty strikes.

“Strip!” the burly and now smirking guard commanded, as Rich was brought near him and uncuffed. The blushing boy reluctantly complied, aware of the many eyes on him. Dampness appeared in his sensuous blue eyes, as he removed his t-shirt, sneakers and socks. This became more fulsome when the abashed 14 years old unzipped his jeans and pulled them downwards.

Rich did not want to compound his embarrassment by crying but he could not prevent the first tear dribbling down his left cheek as his hands now moved to the sides of his dark blue briefs. He looked around at the many eyes, all seemingly entranced at what he was doing, and then spotted Miller, sat not far away and displaying a broad grin. The 16 years old noticed this recognition of his presence and sadistically winked at the 14 years old, causing the latter to shiver at the realisation that the brute was enjoying watching this first phase of his revenge. The young teenager then began to remove his last cover.

Loud laughter suddenly broke the eerie quiet that had pervaded the open space, as Rich’s smooth genitalia and bottom popped into view. The noise had been generated by sight of a 14 years old penis that was somehow wilfully fully erect and buttocks that still sported a reddish hue from the former choirboy’s previous chastisement. The watching guards took no action to stop the inmate’s sniggering, which came to an end anyway when the now-naked young newcomer was finally cuffed to a metal ring high up the tall whipping post, face towards the stake, with hard cock humiliatingly pressing against the wood.

The deeply shamed and scared Rich found that his bondage forced him to stand on his toes but this did not prevent his ankles being shackled close together to another ring at the base of the post. The tremulous boy now had no room to manoeuvre as the 50 blows of the strap were applied all over his rear. However, this did not begin quite yet, as everyone now waited for the governor to arrive, which he did at precisely 17.30. The man liked punctuality.

The governor, through a loudhailer, took almost five minutes to describe, in a sermon-like manner, Rich’s offence and consequent punishment, as usual adding that witnessing the latter should encourage the other inmates not to misbehave in a similar manner. All this time, the 14 years old’s distress at being humiliatingly displayed naked in such a demeaning and uncomfortable way, whilst awaiting his thrashing, was increased by the feel of his cock throbbing as it leant against the whipping post in an upright fashion. The former choirboy could not fathom why his penis was so excited when he was in such a perilous shameful situation.

The governor eventually turned to the burly guard and advised “You may begin!” before leaving the scene to return to his office. He did not even turn back to look as the first hit now struck the young penitent across his upper back, eliciting a loud screech from the victim and the return of much laughter from elsewhere.

Rich’s punishment lasted precisely 50 minutes, as the burly guard used his wristwatch to space apart, by exactly a minute, each of his carefully aimed and expertly delivered hard blows. He wanted the young penitent to fully experience the agony induced by each hit before providing the next. Using the timepiece in this manner also meant that he did not have to count each strike, as the arrival of 18.25 hours would mean that fifty had been successfully landed.

Rich’s sobbing had become copious with the fifth blow of the broad strap and he had, between continued loud yelps, begun pleading uselessly for the punishment to stop after the tenth. The fifteenth induced the first spurt of blood on his back, now vividly covered in red stripes, but it was the twenty-first hit and initial strike across his bottom that caused most distress by additionally inducing a different type of emission from his now engorged cockhead. The surrounding laughter rose to new heights as the former choirboy clearly began to impregnate the whipping post with much sperm, as his body entered unwanted and degrading quivering orgasm. The watching Miller could not now resist the temptation of rubbing the large growth that had appeared in his own groin at seeing the gushing spectacle.

The burly guard turned Rich’s buttocks almost purple with fifteen blows of the strap before venturing downwards to deliver another ten to the back of the shrieking boy’s legs, manacled closely together. He then examined his sobbing victim’s now sanguine rear closely to try to find the best areas to deliver the last few strikes, as it was his purpose to hurt not permanently damage the 14 years old. It was a difficult decision as, judging from the array of dark hues present, everywhere seemed to have been well chastised. However, the man gained a better perspective after using a towel to wipe some of the blood off the young teenager, whose ravaged skin was now noticeably producing a lot of heat.

As a result of this inspection, the final blows from the leather were restricted to the seemingly more resilient hide covering Rich’s deliciously formed, but now temporarily ruined, bottom. The former choirboy was now in such a delirium of pain that he did not appreciate that the beating had finally stopped until he noticed through his tears that the inmates had stood up to walk back to their dormitory huts. However, the grinning Miller made sure that the young penitent noticed him by walking into his line of sight and, when he was happy that the 14 years old had observed him, he winked again whilst simultaneously using his hands to signal the severing of a cock.

The significance of the Miller’s gesture was clear to Rich, who knew that he and his penis would be in deep trouble after being returned, now unarmed, to his dormitory after his month in solitary. However, he did not particularly worry about that awful prospect at this moment, as the agonies that seemed to flow through every fibre of his young body from his ravaged rear overwhelmed his senses and immediate reasoning.

Rich was left to his naked distress for over an hour until finally being released and returned to his lonely cell, leaving a whipping post behind stained with dried cum. The boy was laid face down on the bed whilst the doctor tended as best he could to the all-embracing cuts and bruises to the 14 years old’s rear. It would be a long time before the 14 years old would be able to rest the other way round.

Meanwhile, back in dormitory 64, Miller had secretly retrieved the knife, which had cut off Gerry’s cock, from the excellent hiding place that the guards had been unable to discover after that dreadful incident. The bully had wanted to check the blade’s continued security and sharpness, as he proposed to use it to perform another penectomy on a pretty 14 years old in a month’s time.

Satisfied, Miller returned the weapon, still encrusted with a bit of Gerry’s blood, to concealment, whilst at the same time smiling at the prospect of its future use. The ugly brute then began to debate in his own mind which of his fellow inmates he would invite to his bunk that night.

(To be continued in chapter 5 – ‘Rapists’)