The Institution 5

By Pueros

Chapter 5 – Rapists

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

Corporal punishment in such a facility as the institution had, of course, been banned many years ago. However, the State Governor, long in power on a right-wing law and order manifesto, had not only encouraged the turning of a blind eye to such practices but also actively promoted them by ensuring that those who advocated the harshest of regimes in penal establishments were appointed to run them. Such bland disregard for human rights had been going on for many years, with the protestations about their treatment of those released, having served their sentences, constantly suppressed by various means, a situation assisted by a disinterested reactionary media sympathetic to the gubernatorial policies.

Methods employed included rigging enquiries, which invariably found that not only did the allegations have no foundation but also that the so-called victims were malevolently complaining for financial gain, by seeking the monetary compensation that would come if their protests were upheld. Such findings were assisted by people’s natural willingness to prefer the testimony of fine upstanding citizens, such as the staff of penal institutions, to that of former convicts. The inevitable result was that the former prisoners became inmates once more, this time for perjury, and, naturally, appropriate terrible revenge was extracted upon them when they were returned to confinement.

Such examples of the ability of the authorities to squash reports of physical and sexual abuse in penal institutions meant that no-one had made a complaint in years and this was a circumstance that would continue. Released prisoners were just now happy to leave and forget. Meanwhile, the State Governor was pleased to report to the voters, who constantly re-elected him and his cronies, a year-on-year reduction in re-offending, thereby being able to cite the efficacy of his tough policies. He did not add that many of those who wished to carry on with their criminal careers simply moved to another State, passing on the problem elsewhere.

The State Governor selfishly considered reducing crime in his particular sphere of influence much more important than in the nation as a whole. His philosophy, seemingly endorsed by the vast majority of media outlets and, not unconnected, voters, was to be not only tough on law violations but also very severe with the malefactors. He believed that, if anyone was to be charged with tackling the actual causes of such misbehaviour, it should be the responsibility of Federal authorities.

Such prevalent reactionary attitudes and illegal practices were to be unfortunate for John Kennedy, perhaps ironically given that he was the namesake of a former liberal President. The handsome 15 years old, brought up in a very strict Roman Catholic family, had been unable to control his burgeoning sexual urges, frustrated in a domestic atmosphere where association with girls was frowned upon for one so young. He had raped a similarly aged fellow pupil of his High School when he accidentally encountered the beautiful girl walking home on her own through a quiet park.

It had been an unplanned instantaneous act, caused by acute sexual desire and need, further encouraged by a temper prone to sudden eruption. The latter had occurred when the girl had spurned his attempts to chat and court her.

The inevitable subsequently happened, despite the testimony of experts that, given proper counselling, the boy was unlikely to re-offend. John was awarded 20 years incarceration, the first part of the sentence to be spent in the young offenders’ institution. Here, the personnel, who did not like rapists, always greeted such new arrivals in the same way, in order to help society by assisting the criminal not to repeat his offence in future. This occurred even though many of the staff were also sexual predators and molesters, albeit of teenage boys. However, none considered such practices to be an unlawful deviance, but rather further just punishment for the young scum of society.

This additional castigation did not happen immediately after John’s arrival. The boy was first allowed to settle in to his new home, including being bullied and buggered by fellow inmates and staff. The event occurred once his, already few, familial visitors had become wearied by the effort of trying to reach the young offenders’ institution and instead resorted to increasingly shorter and infrequent, carefully censored, letters.

John did not know at first why he was being led by a guard to the administration block instead of going to the canteen for breakfast, although, as usual, he was always forlornly hoping that someone, somewhere, somehow would secure him a reduction in sentence. The now psychologically traumatised 15 years old optimistically wondered whether the governor of the institution would soon be advising him about his imminent miraculous release. However, this thought was soon to be disabused, along with his boyhood.

John was not led to the governor’s office but instead to the sinister basement of the administration centre, a place where no young inmate wanted to be taken for it was where the severest and most private of punishments took place. The boy soon found himself in a big, clinically hygienic, white-tiled room. It was virtually empty apart from two more guards and, positioned on top of a wheeled trolley, a large electronic device displaying many dials and switches, plus seven long leads, with clamps and other strange appendages on the end. However, even more immediately worryingly for the 15 years old, there were also metal shackles suspended from the ceiling and embedded in the floor.

“Strip!” one of the guards now commanded the young rapist.

At this same time, Rich was setting out from the loneliness of his windowless cell in solitary to perform his hard labour in a quarry about two miles away from the institution. There were only a few days left of this month-long harsh regime before he was due to be returned to his dormitory and, what could be termed, although the boy did not think so, normalcy. However, the 14 years old was not looking forward to the termination of his current punishment, as he knew that Miller would be sure to seek its continuance in a horrific way.

This predicament had finally induced Rich to consider inviting the protection, primarily in the form of a transfer to other accommodation, of a certain guard in return for certain favours. The boy would have preferred to have other options. However, he could think of none, as he knew that expressing his fears for the wellbeing of his cock to the officers of the institution would not only fall on deaf ears but also could result in more chastisement for wasting their time with unsubstantiated petty anxieties.

Rich was taken to the quarry in one of the institution’s large coaches. He shared both the journey and the hard labour with about eighty other young inmates, half transported in another similar vehicle, although only a small percentage also partook of a cell in solitary.

The early days in the quarry had been particularly wearying and agonising for Rich. The boy, although a good athlete, was unused to smashing stones with a large heavy hammer over many hours under, despite the onset of fall, an apparently relentless sun. However, this did not cause most of his initial distress, as the source of that was the requirement to perform these arduous labours with a body still displaying, and deeply pained by, the signs of his recent terrible strapping.

Nevertheless, Rich’s body not only healed completely from the awful chastisement by the time the hard labour was due to end but also became more accustomed to his new, extremely onerous and unrelenting, assignment. He, like the others, was required to perform the work daily, weekends included, from 07.00 until nominally 16.00 hours, with just a few short water breaks and a longer one to consume an unappetising packed lunch. He also, again like the others, wore normal uniform apart from being issued short navy blue shorts in place of jeans and, to provide some protection from the sun, a similarly coloured baseball cap displaying the institution’s insignia.

Rich’s early lack of productivity invariably meant that the quarry supervisors, who were assisted by a number of heavily armed guards, would insist that he performed overtime. As a consequence, on some evenings, the boy did not return to his lonely cell and his austere, and by now almost unpalatable, evening meal, kept lukewarm in an oven in the institution’s kitchens, until 21.00, half an hour before lights out. This had denied to the 14 years old one of the two pleasures to which he was now confined, the reading of books from the library. Therefore, on these occasions, as the grim fluorescent tube within his tiny accommodation soon faded to introduce complete darkness, he had been forced to restrict his entertainment to playing with his cock until first orgasm and then sleep overwhelmed his exhausted body.

Rich eventually became fitter than he had ever been and, as a result, began to return to the institution with most of the others at the normal 16.00 hours. He thereby gained the pleasure of reading another classic from the very limited and conservatively traditional supply of books in the library. The boy could not prevent himself from smiling ironically whilst absorbing the words contained in Victor Hugo’s ‘Les Miserables’ before succumbing to the usual night-time delight of masturbation. However, the latter enjoyment was usually not now accompanied by thoughts of the bodies of beautiful young girls but rather remembrance of his own recent public flogging. It was a development that the 14 years old considered strange but could not prevent. He had therefore consoled himself with the excuse that it was a passing phase, caused by his complete lack of access to females, even in picture format.

As the petrified John was removing his footwear in the frightening basement room below the institution’s administration complex, Rich’s coach was half way to the quarry. As usual, the driver was accompanied by two guards, armed with rifles, as well as handguns in holsters. However, the adult threesome was distracted by a debate concerning the previous evening’s televised football game and so a group of inmates took the opportunity, long planned, to attempt escape.

Rich knew nothing of the scheme and was therefore as shocked as anyone, outside the small coterie of escapee conspirators, when the guards were suddenly rushed. The coach screeched to a halt whilst the ensuing melee took place. However, the fight was short, as the adults had been surprised by the attack and soon the three men had their hands in the air as their own weapons were now pointed at them from the hands of two 17 years olds, one 16 years old and one 15 years old. The young, determined and now armed leader of the bunch then ordered the driver “Quick, get this bus going again, or else!”

The highjack had been noticed by the guards on the coach behind but had been so swift that they had been unable to intervene. They therefore radioed for assistance whilst following as the other vehicle sped away. Police roadblocks were rapidly established to prevent the escape attempt from succeeding.

Meanwhile, the wrists of the embarrassed and deeply apprehensive John, now naked, were being attached to the manacles dangling from the ceiling of the sinister tiled room. Once completed, this act painfully suspended the handsome brown haired and eyed 15 years old just off the floor, to which his ankles were now connected by further chains so that his legs were splayed.

John, now terrified and hurting, not unreasonably queried “What’s happening. Why are you doing this to me?” However, his question was answered with a hard slap across the face and a reminder from one of the three smirking guards in attendance “Don’t speak without permission!” This instruction was actually unnecessary, as further unwanted enquiry was then prevented by application of a ball gag to the boy’s mouth and advice about, and practical demonstration of, what was soon to happen was imminent.

“We’re going to show you what we do to rapists here to prevent them from re-offending,” the guard announced as he rubbed John’s nipples to erection before attaching to each harsh metal clamps, connected by wires to the strange frightening machine on the trolley. The boy suddenly wanted to scream in agony but his gag prevented him. His display of acute distress was therefore confined to the formation of tears in his sensuous eyes.

John’s lachrymation intensified when a large bulbous dildo, made of surgical steel, was inserted into his recently deflowered rectum. This was fixed in place by leather straps to prevent the anal muscles from expelling the intruder, currently painful but destined to become far worse. It was also quickly followed by a tight metal-lined leather cockstrap and ball divider fastened to the boy’s impressive genitals, which were crowned by a small patch of dark hair but otherwise completely smooth.

John’s flaccid penis was then deliberately rubbed to its magnificent full erect length before a long but very thin catheter of surgical steel was carefully driven down the appalled boy’s urethra as far as his bladder, prior to being fixed in place by means of a small cockhead strap. These various discomforting attachments, all connected by leads to the menacing machine, were finally complemented by more clamps, large enough to encase excruciatingly each of the 15 years old’s balls, now nicely highlighted by the tight-fitting scrotum divider. By the time all of this equipment was in place, the teenager’s fulsome tears were running down his pretty face and falling onto his handsome smooth torso.

“Let me explain what will now happen,” the supervising guard finally advised, whilst smiling at the proficiency of his work and the effect it was already inducing, and whilst also pointing at the foreboding machine on the trolley, “after I turn this device on. Intermittent and variable but inevitably agonising electric currents will flow down the wires to the attachments that I’ve applied to your body. The system is designed to keep you guessing where the next shock or shocks will come and of what intensity they will be, although the currents are limited to safe levels for the various particular parts of your anatomy affected, so that severe pain is caused but no permanent damage. However, this can be overridden and, after you’ve enjoyed the pleasure of experiencing the induced anguish for a few hours, I’ll do so for the clamps on your balls. This will cause your testicles to fry nicely over time, thereby afterwards rendering you permanently incapable of raping anyone again, as you’ll then be a eunuch. Of course, as far as anyone is concerned, including you if you value your later wellbeing, you’ll have suffered your castration not as a consequence of being introduced to our clever electric torture and emasculation apparatus but rather as the result of an awful accident!”

The aghast John, already experiencing excruciation of both body and mind, began to struggle fruitlessly to release himself from his shackles but the guard responded to his desperate action by powering up the wicked machine and flicking a number of switches to initiate the cruel torture. His nude victim’s chains were soon rattling again but not because of attempted futile escape but instead as a result of bodily contortions as extreme agony, of an ongoing intensity that can be induced by few other methods, overwhelmed his beautiful form. The trio of men present in the room with the boy then watched the spectacle for a while before eventually proceeding to other duties, leaving the 15 years old to endure hours of torture, before his chief tormentor returned to deactivate certain safety mechanisms.

Meanwhile, the highjacked coach faced a police roadblock on the outskirts of the nearest town to the institution. “Ram it!” commanded the leader of the escapees and so the driver, rifle-barrel pressing into his neck, obliged. However, the result was not as the inmates intent on flight would have hoped as the resultant collision caused their own vehicle to veer into a nearby tree after crashing through a police car.

No-one was seriously hurt as a result, although a few were stunned and acquired minor cuts and bruises. The escapees also managed to retain their weapons and therefore immediate control of the situation. Realising that the coach was irreparably damaged, their leader declared to his co-conspirators “Time to run” before turning to the other inmates to ask “Anyone want to join us?” The unharmed Rich quickly appraised the situation and rapidly made his decision.

Rich soon found himself running up a side alley with the armed escapees and a few other boys now also trying to flee. His resolution to join them was an act of desperation, as he knew that successful flight was unlikely. However, as there was a slim chance of accomplishing his aim, he had chosen to have a go. The boy also thought that the cost of recapture had to be better than either imminently losing his anal and oral virginity to a protective guard or his cock to Miller, as it would surely undoubtedly involve a return to the relative safety of solitary for a long period. The 14 years old was additionally prepared to brave another flogging and return to penal labour, which he considered an inevitable price to be paid for failure.

The group of fleeing boys had not run far when a police helicopter suddenly appeared overhead, causing the leader of the escapees to suggest that they all scattered in different directions, on the basis that the chopper couldn’t then follow everyone. As a consequence, Rich found himself running alone down a back alley, with several tall garden walls either side, over one of which he climbed when a police car appeared at the other end of the route he had chosen to take.

Rich performed this feat so quickly that he correctly believed that he had not been observed by the occupants of the police car. He now found himself in the sumptuous back garden, with swimming pool, of a large house. Everywhere seemed quiet and so the boy decided to try to hide here for the day, amongst some bushes, until the search activity in the locality died down, with a view to attempting to make further progress when darkness fell. However, the 14 years old’s arrival, in his distinctive uniform, had been spotted, from an upstairs window, by a young resident.

Rich sat amongst the foliage, sure that he could not be seen from the garden or the house. However, his hope of being left undiscovered and undisturbed was short-lived, as a young female voice announced, shortly afterwards from nearby, “I know you’re in there and what you’re trying to do. Come out as I’ve somewhere more comfortable for you to hide!”

The shocked Rich hesitated to comply, weary of the motive for the proffered help and therefore of more likely treachery. However, he finally felt compelled to obey when the voice followed up the opening statement by advising “If you don’t, I’ll tell my father that you’re here!”

When Rich eventually emerged from the shrubbery, he found waiting for him a rather ugly obese girl, aged about 16 and dressed in an incongruous bikini that displayed for all to see her many off-putting rolls of fat. “Hi, I’m Charlene,” the female teenager announced, whilst her eyes appraised the beautiful form of the 14 years old escapee, still attired in the t-shirt, shorts, sports socks and sneakers of the institution’s young penal labourers, although the boy’s cap had been dislodged in the coach crash. All these garments were clearly designated with the establishment’s motif.

“What’s your name?” the 16 years old female asked, receiving a truthful answer from a 14 years old male in return. “Well, Rich, follow me,” the girl instructed before strolling towards her house. The boy quickly followed, wary of being out in the open.

Charlene led Rich to a back door, which she opened before announcing in a whisper “This way!” The boy wondered whether he should obey, as it could be a trap and the girl had already indicated that her father was nearby. However, the sudden reappearance of the police helicopter overhead spurred his quick compliance.

“Don’t worry,” Charlene suggested to the apprehensive Rich, as she led him along an opulently decorated and furnished hallway and then up some stairs, “mom’s out, pa’s busy on the phone in his study and there’s no-one else here.” The boy then eventually found himself in the girl’s large luxurious bedroom.

“No-one ever comes here,” Charlene now advised, as she sat on her big bed, “as I like my privacy, so you’ll be secure until its safe to leave. I’m presuming that you’re trying to escape from the institution?” Rich nodded confirmation. “Well,” the girl continued, “I suggest that you stay here for a few days until the heat dies down. I’ll bring you food, buy you new clothing and then give you some money to aid your eventual escape.”

“Wow, thanks,” Rich replied, still suspicious of the girl’s motives, “but why do you want to help me? You don’t know what I’m supposed to have done previously to be an escaped convict. I could be a murderer or rapist for all you know!” Charlene smirked at the use of the word ‘rapist’ before answering. “Your face tells me that you’re nice not nasty at heart,” she perceptively informed the boy, “and I’m prepared to assist as long as you do something for me in return.”

Rich could was puzzled at this remark, not being able to think of anything that he could possibly do in thanks for the girl’s hospitality, given his perilous position. He therefore asked with incredulity “What’s that?”

“I want you to fuck me regularly whilst you’re here, starting now!” the ugly obese but sex-starved would-be nymphomaniac declared, as she removed her bikini top. Rich’s face immediately paled at the thought of making love to such an obnoxious body, the sight of which was not improved by the huge wobbly breasts now revealed. It was a mortifying view soon worsened by the discarding of the panty to expose the hairy female anatomical sector that required pleasuring.

“Hurry up,” the now smiling and eager 16 years old female virgin told the 14 years old male one, as she lay on her bed, “take your own clothes off and fuck me into delirium!” The appalled Rich tried to wriggle out of his predicament by making various excuses, all smartly dismissed by the anticipative but increasingly annoyed Charlene. In the end, the boy, who knew that there was no way that his cock would come to his aid by rising to the occasion, was forced to give another sincere reply to a question from the girl.

“Tell me the truth, why won’t you fuck me?” Charlene had eventually asked in deep irritation and aggrieved frustration. “I’m very sorry but it’s because I don’t fancy you,” Rich finally and candidly confessed, as politely as he could but also with trepidation as to the possible consequences. He was right to be worried, although the infuriated girl at first managed to disguise her now deep anger at and hatred of the boy, created by his humiliating slight.

“O.K.,” the naked fat girl surprisingly replied in a seemingly calm and forgiving voice, as she climbed off the bed, “I’ll go for a swim instead in our pool, something that I was going to do before I saw you arrive. However, you can still stay here. Will you hand me my bikini panty and top please?” Rich thought that, in the circumstances, it was the least he could do and so picked up the discarded garments and offered them to Charlene. However, the boy received a hefty kick in the groin for his kindness, causing him to collapse to the floor in agony, still holding the skimpy attire.

Charlene followed up her attack by advancing to open her bedroom door and then shouting vociferously, and apparently in distress, “Help, pa, someone’s trying to rape me!” The father, downstairs in his study, trying to co-ordinate the solution to a problem that had arisen at his place of work, immediately slammed the receiver down to rush to his daughter’s aid, collecting a gun from a desk drawer as he did so.

Rich was still sprawled on the floor, inadvertently still clinging to Charlene’s bikini top and bottom as well as his distressed genitals, when the armed man arrived. However, both the agony he had experienced, and the tears he had produced, as a result of the vicious assault on his boyhood, had, by this time, reduced sufficiently for him to recognise instantly the new adult arrival. It was the governor of the institution.

(To be continued in chapter 6 – ‘Vengeances’)