The Institution 2*

By Pueros

Chapter 2 – Arrival

(A certain city in the north of a certain state of the U.S.A. – September 2001)

Rich’s trial had been big news in his home city, with media headlines frequently making such statements as ’Sweet Choirboy On Brutal Murder Charge’. However, by terrible coincidence, the denouement of the proceedings took place on the 11th of September. As a consequence, the guilty verdict was little publicised anywhere other than in small brief articles well hidden amongst the internal pages of local newspapers. The murder and the convicted culprit were immediately and permanently forgotten by the wider public amidst the understandable furore and anguish at events that had taken place elsewhere. The continued vociferous claims of the boy, and his family and friends, including his parish priest, that the 14 years old was innocent, elicited no sympathy or further widespread publicity.

After his arrest and during his trial, Rich, incredulous at the charges levied against him, had been kept in custody at an adult penitentiary near to his own city, which possessed a separate wing for youths accused of serious crime. The nature of his supposed offence, and the consequent perception of the boy as being potentially very dangerous, caused him to be placed in solitary confinement, in a cell with its own shower and toilet. This was probably advantageous for the 14 years old, despite the loneliness, as it meant that the pretty lad was not bullied or molested by any of the other young inmates. The prison guards also kept their hands off him but for different reasons. They could not afford accusations of abuse during such a high profile trial despite the temptations some felt.

The proximity of the establishment to his own community allowed Rich to receive frequent visitors. However, he now appreciated that such a privilege was now ending, as he was loaded, wrists handcuffed behind his back and ankles shackled together, into the prison vehicle that was taking him from the courthouse to his new home, after the jury had returned its shocking verdict. The boy knew, from a post-sentence briefing he had received from a court official, that not only were visits strictly limited at the young offenders’ institution for which he was destined but also that its remote location in the very south of the state would mean that few people, if any, would be able to afford the time and money to visit him. In fact, the 14 years old had already told his distraught mother not even to attempt to make the journey when they were allowed to meet to make their mutually tearful farewells. The lad selflessly wanted her to concentrate instead on bringing up his younger brother and sister.

Rich was the only occupant of the prison vehicle apart from the driver and a guard. The boy had been seated on the single chair in one of the small locked compartments that comprised the accommodation for the convicts being transported. The intensely sad, disbelieving and worried 14 years old looked out of the tiny window, stained so that he could see out whilst others could not look in, and saw the streets of his city eventually change to country highway as the long journey proceeded.

Tears returned to Rich’s gorgeous sensuous blue eyes as he began to ponder again some of the stories with which the guards at the penitentiary had taunted him. They related to the awful nature of life at the young offenders’ institution, where he was to spend the next four years before being transferred back to the adult prison. The men had suggested that a pretty boy like him would not only have to fear the staff but also his fellow inmates, citing a number of terrifying examples, including the case of another 14 years old who had had his cock cut off five months earlier.

As Rich was leaving the penitentiary for the courthouse to discover his appalling destiny, the guards had seemed sure of the jury’s decision. “Enjoy your time at the institution,” the departing words of one had cruelly stated, “and see back here in four years. I think quite a few of us will be looking forward to meeting you again and perhaps becoming much better acquainted. I just hope that you don’t come back too soiled as an 18 years old because we’ll undoubtedly want to share much fun with you!” The boy’s beautiful face reddened and his sublime body shuddered at hearing the teasing remarks, which he now recalled as he was being driven south, causing his sobbing to intensify.

The journey seemed to go on forever to the sorrowful and fearful Rich as several towns and much countryside passed by. He was intensely envious of the various boys of his own age the vehicle passed, performing innocent pastimes such as walking with friends, riding bicycles and playing games. He knew that he should be one of their number and not somebody destined for a lifetime in a seeming hell. He was not only blameless of murder, he was truly devoid of any major personality defect, as his family and many friends had known. However, the various character witnesses at his trial had been unable to overturn the jury’s belief in the evidence, convincingly conveyed by the prosecuting attorney and ineffectually and unenthusiastically rebutted by the defence. The vision of similarly aged teenagers happily going about their normal lives made the tremulous 14 years old want to die, an aspiration he was not to be granted but which he would wish for many times in the future.

The apparently interminable journey eventually came towards its end just before dusk when Rich finally noticed the institution to which he was heading. The prison vehicle was travelling along an otherwise empty track that traversed seemingly endless fields of wheat, almost ready for harvesting, when the establishment came into view, clearly recognisable, even from a distance, by its tall watchtowers. As the sinister place gradually approached, the boy began to shiver uncontrollably at the sight of electrified barbed wire fences and the large group of both brick and wooden low-lying structures that helped to form the huge complex. The 14 years old tried to prevent yet more tears. He knew that his eyes and face would already display evidence of his earlier bouts of crying and did not want to compound his shame by exhibiting such childish cowardice on his arrival. However, tiny lachrymose streams formed on his divine cheeks as the heavily guarded gates were reached.

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

The prison vehicle eventually came to a halt at one of the brick structures, signed ‘Reception & Administration’. The door of Rich’s tiny compartment was opened and the guard, a thick-set fair-haired man aged about 40, who had been accompanying the new young convict, commanded “Get up, punk, welcome to hell!” The scared lad hesitated to comply and in return received the first true evidence about the nature of the new regime under which he would be living. The man slapped the 14 years old hard across his tearstained face before dragging him to his feet by his silky blonde hair whilst stipulating “Here, boy, you do what you are ordered instantly or suffer!” The young teenager then received a knee in the groin. He was to discover that pain in the region of his loins was to be a common feature of life in his new home.

“Get up,” the guard ordered whilst tapping his foot against Rich, who had collapsed to the floor in agony. The lachrymose boy somehow managed to obey, to be subsequently dragged by the man out of the vehicle. Outside, in the twilight, everything was quiet. Light shone through many windows but whatever was taking place inside beyond the glass was obviously either fairly silent or smothered. In fact, there were a number of scenes being played out at that moment that the newcomer could not imagine in his worst nightmares but would soon learn about at first hand.

The guard led Rich, hands still handcuffed and legs shackled but with tears beginning to dry, to another prison officer sat behind a counter within the building’s large entrance area. “Richard Wright,” the boy’s escort announced, “murderer, sentenced to life without parole.” “Ah,” replied the other man, whilst running his eyes over the very pretty newcomer’s delectable form, “the punk’s arrived at last. The governor’s expecting him so you can take him straight to his office.”

Rich was led along a long corridor to a doorway at the end with a large sign indicating the status of the man occupying the rooms beyond. His shackles caused the boy to shuffle rather than walk as the duo proceeded. The guard opened the door but the first office, presumably that of the governor’s secretary was empty. The man therefore took the tremulous 14 years old directly to another closed portal but this time did not open the obstruction without knocking and waiting for a response.

“Enter,” the voice from the suite within ordered and so Rich and his escort obeyed. The boy was soon standing in front of the governor’s desk, behind which the stern-faced balding man in his fifties was sitting. “I presume that you’re Wright, Richard, murderer, life without parole. Am I right?” The 14 years old did not answer, wondering whether he was actually supposed to respond. However, his confusion was soon ended when his inquisitor added a loud and menacing “Well?”

Rich therefore replied, trying to be both polite and correct but unable at the same time to disguise his nervousness, “I am Wright, Richard, sir, and I have been sentenced to life without parole but I’m no murderer!” The governor’s face immediately became bright red in anger and he banged his desk with his right hand. “How dare you,” the man shouted in furious effrontery, whilst some spittle fell onto his ink blotter, “how dare you show such disrespect to both me and our great state’s justice system by lying in the first sentence you say to me!” The boy began to stutter “But, sir, I only….” but managed no more as his rebuke continued. “Silence,” was the loud retort, “in this institution you speak to staff only in reply to a question or in acknowledgement of an order. For anything else and for any other disobedience, you’re punished, usually severely. Understand?” “Yes, sir” was the meek answer, spoken quietly and with clear fright.

“I normally inform new inmates,” the governor advised, “when I meet them for the first time, about expected standards of behaviour and the consequences of disobedience. However, I think that, in view of your blatant disregard for moral conduct, I shall instead give you a practical demonstration after you’ve seen the doctor and been booked in.” The man then turned to Rich’s escort. “See the new inmate through the usual arrival processes and then bring him back here. Ask the reception officers to issue the miscreant’s new apparel but I don’t want him wearing it until after he’s been returned to me. Meanwhile, I’ll ready the chastisement that I think will be most appropriate.” The boy felt physically sick at hearing the institution leader’s ominous words.

The quivering Rich now found himself being led along another quiet corridor to the doctor’s well-equipped suite of rooms. The man, like the governor, had stayed late on duty in expectation of the new arrival. He had kept track of the murder trial in the media and was wondering what the ‘sweet choirboy’ looked like in the flesh. He was now literally to find out.

The doctor’s cock immediately hardened under his white uniform at being introduced to Rich’s delicious clothed form. He was consequently very eager to inspect the uncovered version and therefore asked the guard to remove the boy’s restraints before telling the deeply apprehensive 14 years old to “Remove your clothes for the medical examination and place them in a neat heap on the floor. As a lifer, you won’t be needing the garments again, as herein you’ll only be wearing institutional uniform, if anything. They’ll be returned to your parents, if an evil murderous punk like you has any!” The lad’s sensuous eyes became damp once more, this time through dislike of the command and how it was phrased, plus acute humiliation, as he knelt to untie the laces on his trainers, after briefly rubbing his wrists, reddened and hurt by the tight handcuffs.

Rich was no prude but, ever since he had become aware of normal social conventions when much younger, he did not like to be seen naked by anyone other than his male friends or contemporaries. He had succeeded in limiting such occasions to the locker room after school sports and to certain activities during the annual church camping vacation for boys. The latter included skinny-dipping and, latterly, mutual masturbation in tents or amongst trees with his closest friends, as they explored each other’s burgeoning sexual desires. All professed to liking, even preferring, girls. However, this had not yet extended to acquiring friends of that gender and so playing with each other seemed a rather pleasant and enjoyable interim arrangement, one that had recently become more adventurous and frequent as the games were introduced into home bedrooms outside of holiday time.

Rich and his closest friends had often talked about sex during and after the satisfaction of immediate needs. The boy, unlike Gerry, was therefore not as naively innocent of either heterosexual or, perhaps more pertinently given his new appalling circumstances, homosexual practices as his predecessor in the bunk below Cy, with such knowledge boosted by the guards at the adult penitentiary. However, his lack of ignorance about such matters only made him more frightened of his new environment. The 14 years old did not want to have his virgin anus sodomised or to have to perform fellatio. The very idea of being forcibly subjected to such distasteful, demeaning, humiliating and probably painful activities appalled him.

Nevertheless, Rich realised that he might have no choice as he had been told at the adult prison that it was suspected that Gerry had suffered penectomy in retaliation for spurning another inmate’s sexual advances, although no proof of this had been forthcoming. All the young prisoners who had shared the boy’s dormitory had professed no knowledge of the perpetrators of, or the motive for, the assault, expect for the victim himself. However, his suggestion that the culprits had to be Miller and his cronies could not be substantiated. The governor therefore moved the cockless 14 years old out of the dorm and into solitary confinement for his own protection, whilst leaving life in his former accommodation to carry on as before.

From what the penitentiary guards had told him, Rich also recognised that he might have to succumb to years of sexual and physical abuse, both at the young offenders’ institution and after his return to the adult prison. Apparently protests to staff by inmates about such treatment were very rarely made but, if they were, they were invariably acted on in a manner the complainants would not appreciate. The resultant written accusation would inevitably be filed away, having been dismissed, at best, as one of the usual tiffs that could be expected amongst convicts or, at worst, as mischievous, worthy of punishment. Convicts also did not like grasses, many often being subjected to bad beatings or worse, reprisals to which the guards turned blind eyes. The latter likewise did not like informers, who disturbed routine and caused trouble, an attitude exacerbated by the fact that many staff indulged in abusive practices themselves.

Rich’s discarded trainers were quickly joined by his socks. The boy then reluctantly raised his t-shirt above his head, causing both the watching doctor and guard to experience palpitations in their groins as the perfect proportions of the 14 years old’s upper arms and torso, bare apart from a small gold crucifix, came into sight.

Rich folded and placed the t-shirt carefully on top of his footwear and moved his hands to the button on his light blue tight-fitting jeans, displaying a pleasant bulge at the front. He hesitated to go any further but the doctor, noticing the delectable newcomer’s coyness, ordered, in a loud commanding voice, “Hurry up, boy, we haven’t got all day!” The 14 years old therefore fiddled nervously with the button before securing its release. He then pulled the zip down before doing the same to his trousers. Meanwhile, the cocks of the watching pair began to throb as the superb symmetry of perfect young loins, covered only by tiny black briefs, and lithe legs became visible.

As with his upper apparel, Rich folded his jeans and placed them neatly on the growing pile of discarded attire by the side of him. He then reached for the sides of his minuscule underwear, which revealed the full outline of his hidden jewels to the delight of the observers. The boy, face turning a deep red, was again reluctant to remove a garment, especially as it was his last cover and the two men sharing the room with him were evidently thrilled at what he was doing. It was a correct perception that had been judged from the clear excitement in the adults’ eyes and the beads of sweat that had suddenly appeared on their brows.

The doctor had to issue another impatient command to hurry up before Rich took in a deep breath and slipped off his briefs, placing them on top of his jeans before trying to hide his genitalia with his hands. However, the attempt to try to preserve some modesty was to be short-lived once the medical practitioner eagerly ordered “No shyness now. There’s not a set of male sexual organs in this institution that I haven’t carefully inspected, and that includes those of all of the staff, even the governor, whose bodily welfare I check annually. So, put your hands at your sides whilst I examine you thoroughly.” The blushing boy reluctantly complied, revealing a nicely proportioned flaccid cock resting above similarly pleasant twin scrotal orbs, the whole scene completely smooth apart from a small golden bush of pubic hair above.

“Excellent,” declared the doctor as he approached the thoroughly abashed young nude, whose impeccable form had been appreciated as much by the watching guard as the medical practitioner. Rich’s marvellous body was then subjected to a most intimate, careful and time-consuming check. His examiner started by inspecting the boy’s silky blonde hair before slowly moving downwards. The 14 years old’s mouth and teeth were scrutinised, his ears and nose looked into and his throat felt before adult hands were rubbed across his chest, causing the lad’s cock to rise slowly but inexorably and humiliatingly.

Rich had never been so ashamed in his life as the doctor’s various attentions created clear excitement in his groin. The boy closed his eyes, in the mistaken belief that his acute embarrassment might be lessened by the action. However, his feelings remained unchanged as the rubbing, prodding and probing continued relentlessly and forever further downwards. The 14 years old eventually opened his eyelids again when he experienced the horror of the medical practitioner finally examining his young genitalia.

The doctor had said little during his enjoyable tour of Rich’s resplendent bare form, although he made copious ticks and other entries onto a form retained on a clipboard on a nearby tabletop. However, the man, after fondling the boy’s now full erection and pulling the uncut foreskin back to inspect the cockhead, now ordered the newcomer to cough as he weighed the pleasant ball sac in his right hand. The lad somehow overcame his trauma to obey.

Rich’s torment was to continue for a while yet as, after checking the newcomer’s legs and feet, the doctor turned his attentions to the boy’s rear. Later, the 14 years old could not decide whether it had been the examination of his sexual organs or his sphincter and rectum that had been most humiliating. The embarrassment caused by the latter, after he had been told to stand with his legs apart and touch his toes, was compounded when the medical practitioner commented to the guard “Well, the punk’s still an anal virgin. I wonder for how much longer that situation will last!” The two men had then laughed but the new inmate did not recognise any humour in the statement.

Rich’s naked form was eventually measured and weighed. Eyesight and hearing tests were carried out and blood and urine samples taken. The doctor seemed unhappy that the whole process was coming to an end, although he had one more delightful sample to collect. He gave the boy a small glass beaker and commanded “Please masturbate so that your semen is collected in the jar.” The 14 years old was dumbfounded at the instruction and thought about protesting. However, he then remembered the governor’s words about not speaking unless permitted and the consequences of disobedience. The lad, face turning an even deeper reddish hue, therefore transferred the glass receptacle to his left hand and reached out with his right for his still hard cock, which he began to rub.

Despite, or perhaps because of, his deep sense of degradation and shame at committing the act in front of two clearly delighted observers, Rich’s divine nude form quickly shuddered as orgasm overwhelmed him. However, despite the momentary ecstasy, the boy still had the presence of mind to make sure that the product of his pleasure fell into the waiting beaker. “Squeeze every drop out,” commanded the happy doctor, as the 14 years old’s sperm spurted into the jar.

The doctor collected the receptacle from the shamed newcomer and examined the contents. “Quite a lot for a 14 years old,” the man remarked, “I may therefore have you back sometime to see how much you can produce over time.” Rich did not like the sound of this possible event but, before he could ponder the disturbing matter further, the medical practitioner turned to the guard and advised “O.K., I’ve finished with him for now. You can take him to the reception officers.”

Rich was told to pick up and carry his own clothing as he was led naked, and with cock now noticeably red after being pumped to climax, along more quiet corridors to the reception area. However, his progress was brought to a halt when his escort suddenly grabbed the shocked boy by the neck with his strong right hand. The 14 years old was pinioned against a wall, dropping his burden in the process.

“Right murderous punk,” the guard announced to the tremulous Rich, “there’s something I want to tell you. You mightn’t know but a pretty boy like you might need some help to survive intact in a place like this.” The petrified newcomer of course did already appreciate this fact and did not have to be reminded. However, this thought rapidly retreated to the back of his mind when he felt his escort’s large left hand begin to fondle his genitals whilst a voice declared “And I might be able to provide such help. There’ll of course be a price to pay for such protection and I think you know what that’ll be.” The adult reinforced his point by moving his left hand around the side of the 14 years old’s body to his bumcrack, where his fingers engaged themselves in exploring for a certain pink virgin sphincter. The lad was too traumatised to reply or resist.

“However,” the guard continued, “like most of the staff here who have certain tastes, I don’t just force myself on anyone. Those wanting my protection have to come to me and ask me for it, knowing what they’ll have to offer in thanks. Understand?” The escort now released his firm grip on Rich’s throat and waited patiently for the newcomer to answer. The terrified boy looked at the smirking face of the much taller and stronger adult and eventually croaked “Yes, sir”. “Good,” the man responded, “we both know where we stand and I suspect that you’ll be coming to seek my assistance sooner rather than later.” The 14 years old hoped that the 40 years old was wrong in his suspicion.

Rich was now ordered to pick up his clothes again and the journey continued to the reception area where the two officers were very pleased to see the now overdue newcomer for two reasons. First, after formally booking the boy in and issuing him with his new attire and institution number, they could go off duty. Second, they were happy to see yet another young beauty being added to the array of youthful talent readily available for sexual service within the confines of the establishment.

“Sorry I’m late,” Rich’s guard apologised to the waiting pair, “but the doctor, as usual with the pretty ones, took twice as long to perform his check.” “Typical,” moaned one of the reception officers, “he never thinks about the consequences for us underlings.” The boy’s civilian garments were taken off him as his escort handed a form, completed by the medical practitioner and detailing suggested uniform sizes, to the men. Meanwhile, the 14 years old returned his hands to the protection of his genitals before various facts relating to him were confirmed and recorded. It was a cover that he temporarily had to discard when ordered to take off his crucifix, which he was told would be returned with his original clothing to his mother and for which he received a receipt and replacement neck tag, detailing his inmate number.

Arrival rituals eventually finished with the confirmation of Rich's new designation and the issue of his new uniform. Henceforward, he would formally be known as inmate ‘number 61401, Wright R’ and would wear navy blue underpants and jeans, with white t-shirt, sports socks and sneakers, all somewhere bearing the institutional abbreviation as logo. In the case of the shirt, this was sprawled in large dark blue lettering over both the front and back. Two sets of attire were initially issued as clean garments were worn daily. Each morning, after ablutions but before breakfast, the previous day’s dirty garb was taken to the laundry, to be replaced by that for the next day.

Rich was unhappy not to be allowed finally to be able to shed his nakedness with the cover of one uniform, and instead now had to carry both issued sets as the guard obeyed his boss’ instruction to return the newcomer to his office devoid of attire. With all that had happened since he had left that room, the boy had forgotten his imminent chastisement and wondered what it would be.

Rich was soon to find out as he reappeared, this time nude, before the governor, who had placed a leather strap, about two inches wide, on his desk. The boy felt physically sick again when he realised what was about to happen, as he had never been beaten in such a manner in his whole life.

“Place your uniforms on the floor and bend over my desk,” the governor commanded, as he picked up the strap, “and I suggest that you firmly grip the far edge whilst I try to instil some modicum of morality into you.” Rich, afraid but also reconciled to his fate, reluctantly but bravely complied whilst his guard smiled broadly at the sight of the boy’s lustrous bare bottom being demeaningly presented for its beating.

The governor stood up from his chair and moved round his desk to take up the necessary position. “Half a dozen on this occasion,” he announced to the aghast Rich, “but there’ll be many more if you continue to lie by suggesting your innocence.”

“You’re a convicted murderer,” he then continued as he landed the first well-practised swipe of the strap across the middle of Rich’s bum, creating a simultaneous yelp as well as a broad red stripe. “A murderer of a poor shopkeeper who was simply trying to earn a humble but honourable living,” the man suggested as the boy felt the second agonising blow, causing him to raise his feet from the ground.

“You’re bad,” announced the governor, as he struck the now sobbing Rich for the third time. The remaining rapid trio of hits were made to single word descriptions, respectively “wicked”, “evil” and “sinner”. The man stopped to examine his handiwork, as usual expertly delivered to cover the whole of his young victim’s backside with neat accuracy. “What are you, boy?” he then enquired.

Rich did not reply immediately but was encouraged to terminate his crying and overcome his pain and reluctance when the governor advised “If you don’t answer me truthfully, I’ll resume the strapping until you do.” A quaking voice therefore responded “I’m a wicked evil sinner, sir.” However, his tormentor was not satisfied and asked “And what else?” There was then a long silence that was finally broken with the sound of leather hitting vulnerable young human flesh again. “And what else?” the man repeated. However, it took an eighth and a ninth blow to induce the victim to retort “A murderer, sir!”

“Stand up,” the governor now ordered, “redress and get out of my sight. You’ve finally admitted what you are before two witnesses. This will be reported to the appropriate authorities, although it will make little difference now that you’re here. Never let me hear that you’ve retracted your statement or that you’re suggesting your innocence again.” Rich, tears yet again flowing down his beautiful face, meekly tried to obey the earliest of the instructions, putting his new uniform on as quickly as his very sore bottom would allow. The boy just wanted to cover himself up and remove himself from the dreadful man’s presence as soon as possible.

Rich found that the uniform seemed to fit his body almost too well, as the tight apparel highlighted his delectable shape perfectly. The taut jeans in particular accentuated the jewels in his groin and the sweet curvature of his buttocks, as well as causing some further hurt to his reddened rear. “Now,” announced the guard after the pair had left the governor’s office, “let me take you to your dormitory to meet your new friends. I suggest that you wipe away your tears before we reach there, as many of your companions react badly to wimps.” The escort held the boy’s arm as he guided him along more corridors to a barred gateway, through which the scared 14 years old could see a number of large wooden huts on the other side of a wide open space, apparently located within an inner stockade.

The guard used a key to unlock and re-lock the gate as they passed through. As the pair then traversed the open space, the escort suggested “Watch out for Miller, who thinks that he’s the boss in the dormitory. He and his cronies are also the chief suspects for cutting off the cock of one of your predecessors. Naturally, though, if life gets tough, you can always come to me for help.” Somehow, these words were of no comfort at all to the newcomer, who began to shiver uncontrollably as the man unlocked the door to the dorm and took the new arrival inside.

(To be continued in chapter 3 – ‘Assaults’)