The Screw (Part 2)

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The Screw (Part 2)

By ByrdMan


	Scarborough Fair Juvenile Correctional Facility lies 
in a foggy, forested valley some sixty-five hundred feet 
above sea level.  Nestled among three mountain peaks that 
push their snowy tops upward for nearly nine thousand feet, 
the campus of the facility looks more like a ski resort 
than a prison. The largest of its six major buildings 
contains classrooms and administrative offices and faces 
the southern entrance. The walls of all the buildings are 
covered with the same rustic-looking artificial brown 
shingles.  The roofs are high-pitched and have eaves at 
each end that feature replications of Tudor-style half-
timbering.  The entire compound is surrounded by two rows 
of chain-link fences that are crowned with festoons of 
coiled razor wire. The facility has one other entrance at 
the far north end. Only authorized trucks and busses  
making deliveries are allowed to use it. Facing this north 
gate is a large building containing a warehouse, kitchen, 
cafeteria, maintenance offices, a laundry and a heating 
plant.  Each entrance is flanked on the left by a large 
guardhouse staffed twenty-four hours a day with two armed 
guards and an attack dog.  The two gates at each entrance 
are powered by electric motors and operated inside the 
guardhouses; they are made of reinforced chain link 
sections resting on wheels that allow them to be rolled 
open or shut. Inside each guardhouse are also found 
numerous closed-circuit television monitors wired to 
cameras that view certain critical areas of the facility. 
Elaborate alarm sensors along the fences are connected to a 
central security console in the main building.

	Between the administration and cafeteria buildings are 
four long two-story buildings that serve as dormitories. In 
the center of the square framed by them is a large open 
area used for exercise and recreation. Known as the "quad," 
it has basketball and tennis courts, a large heated 
swimming pool, a small military-style obstacle course, a 
soccer field and a softball field. (A fully equipped 
gymnasium is attached to the back of the administration 
building).  The dormitories that face the quad are aptly 
named Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme, as in the song, 
"Scarborough Fair."  Each was constructed to house four 
hundred "guests," but many rooms remain empty because there 
are only about six hundred young residents incarcerated in 
the whole facility so far.  Rosemary has the smallest 
number of residents because it has been designated on an 
experimental basis to house only homosexual youths.  Like 
the other buildings, it contains mostly bedrooms and bath 
facilities for the inmates and also has two large 
recreation rooms and a library equipped with computers.  In 
the basement is found a solitary confinement lock-up that 
contains ten small cells.  Next to this "cooler" is a 
fully-equipped, four bed infirmary that includes an 
emergency room with an operating table.  The building also 
contains six two-bedroom apartments appointed with  
kitchens, dining rooms and choice views of the mountains.  
These are provided for the twelve guards who will 
eventually live inside the building. Known officially as 
house parents, they are unofficially called screws.  So 
far, only six of these men have moved into three of these 
apartments. Little or no thought was given to matching 
their sexual orientation with the inmates: they are all 
reputed heterosexuals.  And, as it happens, one of them is 
named Chester Morse.


Gabriel Lamb, Calvin Foster and the seven other youths 
were escorted off the bus after it was parked in a lot next 
to the cafeteria.  They were just in time for the first or 
six-thirty a.m. breakfast shift.  Seated at a long table by 
themselves, all nine of the new arrivals were making do 
with a breakfast of frosted flakes, fresh bananas, milk and 
coffee.  Since they were sitting rather close together - 
four on one side of the table and five on the other - all 
could hear any conversation attempted.  They had been 
mostly silent until Cal spoke loudly to Gabe, sitting 
directly across the table.

"So, does it really bug you that my cock was cut off?  
I would still like to suck yours."

Speechless, Gabe could do nothing but blush, finding 
it very embarrassing that Cal should bring up such a 
subject in front of the other boys.  All of them had 
stopped eating and were looking directly at Cal, wondering 
if they had heard him right.  The red-haired boy sitting 
next to Gabe was the first to speak.

"No shit!  It don't bug me if your cock's cut off 
'cause you're a fuckin' fag," he said, laughing.

"Watch your mouth, carrot top, or I'll cut yours off!" 
said Cal in a low, threatening voice. He got up from the 
table clinching his fists.

"Sure you will.  What with, cocksucker, your teeth?" 
asked the redhead, getting up also.  Gabe noticed the boy 
was about four inches taller than Cal but very thin.  Cal 
could turn him into mincemeat. 

Realizing finally what Cal was trying to do, Gabe  
found his voice.  "All right, you guys.  Don't have a cow.  
You'll get yourselves thrown into the cooler on your first 
day here if you fight.  I'll settle this. Cal Foster is 
only kidding about sucking my cock.  He just likes to see 
me squirm and turn red.  But he's not kidding about his 
cock.  His old man came in drunk one night, caught him 
jackin' off and cut off his whole cock with a butcher 
knife."  

There was a collective moan from the others.  A few of 
them grabbed their own genitals in an unconscious, 
sympathetic reaction.  Cal and the redheaded boy sat back 
down.

"I'll believe it when I see it," said the redhead 
under his breath.

"You'll get your chance.  We'll have to strip naked 
when we get processed and admitted in a few minutes.  I'll 
let all of you see it, if you don't get too close and try 
to touch it," said Cal, trying his best not to laugh.

"What are you in for?  They don't put guys in the 
slammer because they got their cocks cut off," said a boy 
at the other end of the table.

"You're right about that.  I'm in here because I went  
to my old man's bedroom, got his shotgun, came back out to 
the kitchen and blew his head off while he was grinding up 
my cock in the meat grinder," said Cal convincingly, 
shocking everyone into silence. 

Breakfast was soon over and, after being allowed to 
use the restroom, the new arrivals were escorted across the 
quad and into the main building to the processing center.  
There the boys were made to strip in order to undergo 
thorough medical examinations.  It was all Gabe could do to 
keep from laughing as the other boys inspected Cal's 
cockless crotch. Even the redheaded boy was now convinced 
that Cal's cock had been amputated.
After a private physical was performed by the prison 
doctor, each of the boys was issued new clothing, 
toiletries and bedding. They all dressed in their new 
prison garb, then were escorted to a classroom where they 
underwent an orientation lecture to learn the rules of 
their new home. After this was over the boys were assigned 
to their dorms.  Cal and Gabe were assigned to Rosemary 
and, thanks to the warden's prearranged, personal 
intervention, they were also assigned a room together.

A guard escorted them over to the Rosemary dorm. 
Though they were not locked into their new two-bed, 
fourteen by ten-foot room, it still felt like an austere 
prison cell once they went inside.  The only good feature 
of it was the spacious adjacent bathroom between theirs and 
another that eventually would hold two other youths.  For 
the time being, they had the connecting bathroom all to 
themselves.

	"I can't believe you got away with that," Gabe said, 
stretched out on the thin bare mattress of his single bed. 
He had sheets and a blanket to cover it with, but he was 
being lazy for the moment. Characteristically, he had 
already removed his shoes and socks.

	"Got away with what?" asked Cal, still fully dressed 
and trying to look through the shoulder-high, horizontal 
slit in the wall that was filled with opaque glass bricks.

	"You convinced all those guys that your dick was cut 
off."

	"Oh, that was easy.  Convincing the doctor was what I 
was worried about.  I shouldn't have been.  When he saw my 
dickless crotch, he was so surprised he forgot to make me 
turn my head and cough.  I think he was afraid to touch my 
groin.  He didn't even peep under my curly pubes; he just 
backed away like he was afraid what I had was catching or 
something," Cal said, laughing as he turned to face his new 
roommate.

	"What did he say?" asked Gabe, also laughing.
	
  	"It was something like, 'Oh, my God, what happened?'"

	"And you said?"

	"Lost it in a poker game."

	"You fuckin' liar!  You didn't say that."

	"No.  But it wouldn't have been any more outrageous 
than what you told the boys.  I decided to play it cool, 
though. I got very serious and told him that my penectomy 
was the result of a circumcision gone bad when I was a 
baby.  He was very sympathetic and said, 'Foreskin cutting 
is the most unnecessary and barbaric surgery ever invented 
- you're the tragic living proof.' I thought the poor guy 
was going to cry when I told him that I had never known the 
joys of masturbation."

	"You're something else, Officer Cal," said Gabe 
between laughs.

	"It's no big deal.  I took a couple of acting classes 
before I dropped out of college."

	"You're over eighteen!  I thought so.  You look 
fifteen, but the way you talk and act gives your age away.  
How old are you, nineteen?" asked Gabe.

"Twenty-two."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"While we're at it, maybe you'll explain a couple of other 
things to me," said Gabe.

"Like what?"

"You said you found out that Chester was a screw here. How 
did you do that?  My defense attorney never could find him.  
I don't think he even believed the guy existed.  That's why 
he told me to plead guilty to manslaughter."

"Your defense attorney isn't worth shit. I found 
Chester a couple of days before your court appearance, but 
my discovery was already too late, and all because of that 
stupid guilty plea.  Judge Baxter had read your deposition 
and actually believed this guy existed.  The judge was on 
your side all along, but he had to do what the evidence and 
the law limited him to.  He would have dismissed your case 
outright for lack of evidence, but Rob Mellon convinced you 
to plead guilty, so there was never a chance for him to 
move for a dismissal.  Before that, the judge had told the 
DA's office to put somebody on your case and find this guy 
named Chester.  I was given the assignment.  I spent a week 
in front of my computer looking at mug shots of known sex 
offenders who fit the description you gave.  I also looked 
at non-sex offenders' mug shots.  I turned up zilch and was 
about to give up when it suddenly occurred to me to check a 
database of law enforcement personnel.  That turned up 
nothing until I got down to corrections officers.  I hit 
pay dirt there.  Not only did I find Chester - he looked 
exactly like the description you gave, by the way - but I 
also found out that he owned a black Ford Explorer.  
Chester Morse had to be our boy.  I found out that he's 
from the town of Scarborough and is known around town for 
having a short fuse.  I came up here and snooped around 
this little burg until I found the only gay bar.  One of 
the bartenders there knew who Chester was and - hold on to 
your hat - he also knew who Zack was plud a hell of a lot 
about him.  I got the guy to talk," said Cal.

"So that's how they knew each other!  I had forgotten 
that Zack was from Scarborough.  But why did Chester hate 
Zack enough to kill him and cut off his cock?"

"Zack liked high school boys, as you know.  Some time 
before he met you he picked up Chester's kid brother who 
was hanging around outside the bar. The bartender had 
thrown him out of the bar because he was only sixteen.  
Zack offered him a lift home, but he knew the kid was 
asking for it.  He didn't take him home.  Zack seduced the 
kid, took him out to the woods and fucked him.  The kid 
felt guilty as hell about it because he had enjoyed it too 
much.  Chester figured something was wrong with his 
depressed brother and finally got him to tell him what had 
happened and who had done it. He went hunting for Zack, but 
Zack had already moved to the city.  In his spare time, 
mostly on weekends, Chester stalked Zack or made phone 
calls to tell him that he was going to find him and cut off 
his cock for what he had done to his brother.  He finally 
found Zack's car up at the mountain lodge that Saturday 
night, and you know the rest."   
		

"Well, congratulations on being such a great 
detective.  As a result I'm now inside the same prison as 
the guy who killed my boyfriend, and he'll want to cut off 
my cock as soon as he figures out that I've ratted on him."


"That's what I'm hoping for."

	
 	"Fuck you!" said Gabe, noticing to his annoyance that 
he had a huge boner under the zippered fly of his new 
prison denims.


"That might be fun," said Cal, laughing.

	"Yeah.  Excuse me.  I think I'll try out our shower."

	"Be my guest.  Use lots of soap.  I hear it works 
wonders," said Cal.  He had noticed Gabe's genital bulge.  
He also was beginning to feel an uncomfortable stirring in 
his own loins.

	Gabe got up and walked into the bathroom.  He took off 
his pants, pulled down his shorts, grasped his swollen 
member around its long shaft and stepped into the shower 
stall. He fantasized about running his tongue over Cal's 
beautiful body, starting with his toes.  Less than a minute  
later he closed his eyes and was squirting ropes of hot, 
white spunk onto the dry floor of the stall. At the height 
of his orgasm he had thought momentarily about Chester 
brutally cutting off his cock.  This gruesome thought had 
seemed to increase his pleasure. He breathed heavily for a 
moment and finally turned on the water taps.  Taking a bar 
of soap in his hand, he used it unsparingly on his lithe, 
teenage body, then luxuriated for ten minutes under the 
warm stream.  When he finished he stepped out of the stall 
and looked at himself in the mirror. He stared for a moment 
at his hazel eyes, the mop of dark brown hair on his head, 
his wide shoulders, his hairless chest and his narrow 
waist. Looking at his crotch, he couldn't resist taking his 
right index finger and pushing his flaccid, circumcised 
cock up inside his pubic bone.  Holding it in with his 
palm, he looked at his image and liked what he saw - a very 
good-looking guy with balls but no cock.  It made him 
uncomfortable, though, and he wondered how Cal could stand 
it for days at a time. 

	"That's crazy!" he said out loud, letting his penis 
escape and flop out to its normal position.  He quickly 
dried off, put on his shorts and walked out into the 
bedroom.

	"Hope you enjoyed your shower," said Cal, sitting on 
the edge of his bed.  Gabe was surprised to see that Cal 
had not only taken off all his clothing, he had also freed 
his glued-up cock.  The end result was the five-inch 
erection of an average-size penis.  Gabe could see a small 
plastic tube lying on the bed, and he assumed it was 
probably some kind of glue solvent.

	"I did, thanks.  Hey, cute cock.  But I thought you 
said you took a drug to keep it from getting hard."

	"I do, but I forgot to take the damn pill this 
morning.  My cock got hard while we were talking and wanted 
out," said Cal, smiling.

	"Must be a relief to let it get some air," said Gabe.

	"Yeah.  I just hope I haven't ruined it for good.  If 
I have, maybe I should let Chester cut mine off, too," Cal 
said as he began to massage his penis.  Its head did look 
sort of wrinkled and red.

	"What do you mean, too?"  You weren't really serious  
about using my cock as bait to get Chester to incriminate 
himself, were you?"

	"Don't you want him brought to justice for killing 
your boyfriend?"

	"Yeah, but not that way. Can't you just get him to 
confess or something?"

	"Fat chance.  He's got himself pretty well covered 
except for one witness to his crime - you. That's where it 
gets ticklish."     	


	"Why? How's he going to find out that I told the 
authorities about him?" 

	"I'm going to tell him."

	"That's fucked," said Gabe.

	"It may be, but it's part of my plan," said Cal.

	"What plan?"

"In a very short while, he's going to come looking for 
me.  He will have heard from half a dozen other screws that 
he's got an inmate with no cock living in his dorm."

	"Why should he be interested in seeing something 
freaky like that?" asked Gabe.

	"He once told the bartender in Scarborough that his 
biggest fantasy was fucking a guy with balls but no cock, 
and that until he found one, he would keep on fucking 
women.  My plan is to do my best to tease him and lead him 
on.  Right when he gets ready to fuck me, and after I have 
his confidence, I'm going to tell him about you and what 
you've done.  That should distract him from me.  If we play 
our cards right, I can get a video tape of him attempting 
to cut off your cock and a voice recording of his 
confession that he killed Zack.  If I'm not mistaken, he 
will want to keep you alive after he cuts you so he can 
fuck you and keep you as a slave.  Naturally, I'll do all I 
can to prevent him from actually taking off your cock." 

	"Sounds just peachy. What if he actually does?"

	"Shit happens."


To Be Continued
	
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