Juvie CH 4
Juvie CH 4
“Aight ! Listen up” ! Banging on the podium.
“Unless ur a dumb-ass, by now you all have figured out that the central A/C unit has gone out. It's old—about 50 years actually, which basically puts it as non repairable.
So, after being rousted out of bed at 6:00 this morning, and a few quick meetings with the captain, and warden, there are now several plans that will be put into effect immediately. All plans will begin simultaneously.
If I call your name, stand up: Jason Bell, Mark Redding, Anton---something something in Russian, Marcus Plant, Tyrone Jefferson, and Tie Johnson. You guys report to administration now. Congratulations—your going home”.
There was a bit of stirring that in-sued throughout the cafeteria, and some raised eyebrows.
“As for the rest of us. All inmates are now classified into two groups. Violent, and non-violent offenders. All non-violent offenders, over the next couple of weeks will get to go home, with the remainder of your sentence on house arrest. Dudes---don't fuck this up. This plan will reduce the population to about 30 of us. Here's what's going to happen.
As soon as can be accomplished, the surrounding adult jails will make one cell available for us juvenile offenders. Each will house apx 5-6 guys. You will be kept away, for the most part from the general population. You will have the cafeteria to yourselves, at designated times, as well as shower times. This is all to protect you during the remainder of your stay”.
“YO ! Protect us from what”? Someone shouts from the crowd.
“LOL, in your case—****” !
There was light laughter throughout the room.
“Now, this plan will still only take care of 20 or so. The rest of us will just have to stick it out.
“Now---beginning at 3:00 this afternoon, there will be held a first-aide class. There will be two classes per day, at 10:00, and 3:00. All trustees are required to attend. Anyone else who wishes to may attend. It's going to get hot in here guys—real fucking hot ! You will learn advanced first-aide. Things like how to suspect someone may be suffering from heat-stroke. Assistance with falls, de-hydration, and stuff like that. You will learn mouth-to-mouth, without snickering. How to set a broken bone, and other stuff that could make you a hero.
As of now—all outside work details are suspended. Indoors stuff will continue, like KP, trash patrol, and the likes. Dress codes are suspended WITH the following conditions:
While in your cells, you can strip down to your boxers. If you venture out into the hallways, or common areas you gotta at least put on some pants. Shirts are not required for now. Wear at least flip-flops on your feet---no bare feet, except of course in the showers. You can go for showers at anytime, and is suggested that you do so. This heat is going to raise some major funk in here” My dick jumps a bit just at me saying that ---I was a junkie when it came to stinkin pits and feet :)
“Likewise, the cafeteria will remain open 24/7, as long as we have enough volunteers. We will be leaning towards lighter foods, like sandwiches, salads, and fruits. They will be bringing in a couple of new coke machines, as well as two more ice machines.
Now—this packet contains all the details of everything that's supposed to happen. Keep in mind that there are bound to be glitches. There will be two copies here in the mess hall, two in the library, one in the adim office. By the end of the week there will also be copies delivered to each pod.
Now—are there any important, intelligent questions”?
“Ya—who the fuck put you in charge”?
“I'm not in charge—just delivering the information”.
“So who's gonna decide who gets to go home”?
“That, actually will be by careful review of your records. Naturally, those with the shortest remaining time, and cleanest records will get to go first”.
“OK—that's all I got for now. Oh ya—you can hang out here in the cafeteria, or the library. At least they have ceiling fans. And dudes---please act like young men, not the animals that you are”.
It was just noon, but the temp inside most of the building was already around 95. Sweat was pouring like a sauna. I could smell it everywhere ! And my dick was getting agitated. I was going to have to find me the next victim soon to blow my load. Fuck a bunch of jackin-off. There's just too much ass in here to let it go to waist.
I head back to my pod to see if maybe I could catch a nap before I was called up for some meeting. Along the way I detour to the general store to pick up some boxers—I had declined them on intake. I planned to make full use of the new 'dress code', lol.
As I enter my pod, however, plans changed. As soon as I walk through the door the side of my face is met with a crushing blow. Someone just cold-cocked me. I spun around about three times, with blood flying from my mouth. It was a hard hit for sure. Fortunately there had been a good deal of loyalty built up in my pod, and several of the guys quickly grab the perp, and slam him against the wall. Still a bit dazed I manage to get up from the floor, blushing a bit.
I was shocked to see the dude wearing a white shirt—trustee !
“Who the fuck are you”? I demanded, gritting my teeth.
“I was the captain shit fuck—until you came along” !
“Lol, dude—rank isn't absolute. Subject to change at any moment, without notice”.
“Well, it sure changed fast with your ass Dillon ! What—less than a fucking day”?
“I got a big dick” I replied, with an evil grin.
Turner didn't like the answer, lol, at all. He began a violent struggle with the now four boy's holding him against the wall. “I'm gonna kill ur fuckin ass Dillon ! Your marked now dude” ! Eventually he breaks free, and lunges for me. Catching me in a bear hug, we hit the floor and go into a wrestling match. The boy's quickly go into a shouting frenzy. A fight in jail was always exciting, and was now on more even ground. I quickly flip my assailant, gaining top ground. Quickly wrapping my arm around his neck, I go for the sleeper hold. I squeeze hard, but it's not putting him out---damm !
Turner continues to struggle, taking wild punches at me with his left arm. He's starting to really piss me off. I look up, and around the room. “Who's got some junk”? I ask calmly. The room gets quite as I maintain my hold around Blankenship's neck. “Come on—who's got it—I can smell it” ! Now getting agitated. “Either somebody hand me the needle, or I start tossing foot-lockers”.
“I got it” someone said, and in moments I had the needle. “Aight dawgs—hold him down. Hold him steady—get that arm straight”. As the boy's hold down Turner, I position the needle at his forearm. Jabbing it into him, I slowly plunge the syringe. I didn't even know what it was--didn't care. Turner slowly starts to relax. “That's it buddy---just relax. That's a good boy—now go to sleep”. As I empty the contents of the needle into Turner's arm, I yank it out, and release my hold on him. “Good boy” ! I exclaim, and he goes limp. I stand over him a minute, giving him a couple of light kicks to his belly. Yup—he's out. Like a dead ****.
“What you want us to do with him now, boss”? One of the guys ask.
I look around the room, then get an evil grin on my face. “Who's horny”?
There was a moment of surprise, and shifting around. “Come on dudes—you got to be tired of jackin-off”.
Finally one speaks up. “Fuck it—I'll hit that shit” !
Another grins. “Aight dudes—either you fuck it, or leave the pod”.
Another of the boys walks over to the door, and slams it shut. “All for one”.
There were several nods of approval, and a few starting rubbing on their dicks. “Strip him”.
A few of the boy's then start clawing at Turner's clothes, and in under a minute had him buck fucking naked on the floor. “Where you want him boss”? One asks.
I look around a bit, then point over towards one of the corners. “Over there—we'll use Carlise's bunk”.
“Ahhh man” !!
“Who want's to go first ? I'll go last since I got the biggest dick, and I like it really sloppy”, I smile again, proudly. Even now my own dick is already at full bone. I can feel it throbbing under my tight cargo pants, and feared I might actually blow before I even got my turn !
Over the next 45 minutes, the five of us each take turns depositing our hot juvenile cum into the depths of Turner's guts. It was a lot of cum, and by the time I left my own massive load, was now dripping from his hole. I just grin again.
“Ok—that was good. Now get his pants back on him, and drag his ass back to A pod. Just drop him at the door. If anyone ask you anything, just shrug your shoulders and keep walking. I'll make sure he's in the first group to transfer out”.
Finally, after sliding into my new boxers, I can catch my nap.
“Anybody bothers me—and you will get the same thing”.
“Yo Dillon—where you learn to fight like that”?
I got an older brother. You guys just think I'm an ass-hole”.
Stretching out on my belly, I bury my face in my pillow. It only took a few moments, and I was out.
“Aight ! Listen up” ! Banging on the podium.
“Unless ur a dumb-ass, by now you all have figured out that the central A/C unit has gone out. It's old—about 50 years actually, which basically puts it as non repairable.
So, after being rousted out of bed at 6:00 this morning, and a few quick meetings with the captain, and warden, there are now several plans that will be put into effect immediately. All plans will begin simultaneously.
If I call your name, stand up: Jason Bell, Mark Redding, Anton---something something in Russian, Marcus Plant, Tyrone Jefferson, and Tie Johnson. You guys report to administration now. Congratulations—your going home”.
There was a bit of stirring that in-sued throughout the cafeteria, and some raised eyebrows.
“As for the rest of us. All inmates are now classified into two groups. Violent, and non-violent offenders. All non-violent offenders, over the next couple of weeks will get to go home, with the remainder of your sentence on house arrest. Dudes---don't fuck this up. This plan will reduce the population to about 30 of us. Here's what's going to happen.
As soon as can be accomplished, the surrounding adult jails will make one cell available for us juvenile offenders. Each will house apx 5-6 guys. You will be kept away, for the most part from the general population. You will have the cafeteria to yourselves, at designated times, as well as shower times. This is all to protect you during the remainder of your stay”.
“YO ! Protect us from what”? Someone shouts from the crowd.
“LOL, in your case—****” !
There was light laughter throughout the room.
“Now, this plan will still only take care of 20 or so. The rest of us will just have to stick it out.
“Now---beginning at 3:00 this afternoon, there will be held a first-aide class. There will be two classes per day, at 10:00, and 3:00. All trustees are required to attend. Anyone else who wishes to may attend. It's going to get hot in here guys—real fucking hot ! You will learn advanced first-aide. Things like how to suspect someone may be suffering from heat-stroke. Assistance with falls, de-hydration, and stuff like that. You will learn mouth-to-mouth, without snickering. How to set a broken bone, and other stuff that could make you a hero.
As of now—all outside work details are suspended. Indoors stuff will continue, like KP, trash patrol, and the likes. Dress codes are suspended WITH the following conditions:
While in your cells, you can strip down to your boxers. If you venture out into the hallways, or common areas you gotta at least put on some pants. Shirts are not required for now. Wear at least flip-flops on your feet---no bare feet, except of course in the showers. You can go for showers at anytime, and is suggested that you do so. This heat is going to raise some major funk in here” My dick jumps a bit just at me saying that ---I was a junkie when it came to stinkin pits and feet :)
“Likewise, the cafeteria will remain open 24/7, as long as we have enough volunteers. We will be leaning towards lighter foods, like sandwiches, salads, and fruits. They will be bringing in a couple of new coke machines, as well as two more ice machines.
Now—this packet contains all the details of everything that's supposed to happen. Keep in mind that there are bound to be glitches. There will be two copies here in the mess hall, two in the library, one in the adim office. By the end of the week there will also be copies delivered to each pod.
Now—are there any important, intelligent questions”?
“Ya—who the fuck put you in charge”?
“I'm not in charge—just delivering the information”.
“So who's gonna decide who gets to go home”?
“That, actually will be by careful review of your records. Naturally, those with the shortest remaining time, and cleanest records will get to go first”.
“OK—that's all I got for now. Oh ya—you can hang out here in the cafeteria, or the library. At least they have ceiling fans. And dudes---please act like young men, not the animals that you are”.
It was just noon, but the temp inside most of the building was already around 95. Sweat was pouring like a sauna. I could smell it everywhere ! And my dick was getting agitated. I was going to have to find me the next victim soon to blow my load. Fuck a bunch of jackin-off. There's just too much ass in here to let it go to waist.
I head back to my pod to see if maybe I could catch a nap before I was called up for some meeting. Along the way I detour to the general store to pick up some boxers—I had declined them on intake. I planned to make full use of the new 'dress code', lol.
As I enter my pod, however, plans changed. As soon as I walk through the door the side of my face is met with a crushing blow. Someone just cold-cocked me. I spun around about three times, with blood flying from my mouth. It was a hard hit for sure. Fortunately there had been a good deal of loyalty built up in my pod, and several of the guys quickly grab the perp, and slam him against the wall. Still a bit dazed I manage to get up from the floor, blushing a bit.
I was shocked to see the dude wearing a white shirt—trustee !
“Who the fuck are you”? I demanded, gritting my teeth.
“I was the captain shit fuck—until you came along” !
“Lol, dude—rank isn't absolute. Subject to change at any moment, without notice”.
“Well, it sure changed fast with your ass Dillon ! What—less than a fucking day”?
“I got a big dick” I replied, with an evil grin.
Turner didn't like the answer, lol, at all. He began a violent struggle with the now four boy's holding him against the wall. “I'm gonna kill ur fuckin ass Dillon ! Your marked now dude” ! Eventually he breaks free, and lunges for me. Catching me in a bear hug, we hit the floor and go into a wrestling match. The boy's quickly go into a shouting frenzy. A fight in jail was always exciting, and was now on more even ground. I quickly flip my assailant, gaining top ground. Quickly wrapping my arm around his neck, I go for the sleeper hold. I squeeze hard, but it's not putting him out---damm !
Turner continues to struggle, taking wild punches at me with his left arm. He's starting to really piss me off. I look up, and around the room. “Who's got some junk”? I ask calmly. The room gets quite as I maintain my hold around Blankenship's neck. “Come on—who's got it—I can smell it” ! Now getting agitated. “Either somebody hand me the needle, or I start tossing foot-lockers”.
“I got it” someone said, and in moments I had the needle. “Aight dawgs—hold him down. Hold him steady—get that arm straight”. As the boy's hold down Turner, I position the needle at his forearm. Jabbing it into him, I slowly plunge the syringe. I didn't even know what it was--didn't care. Turner slowly starts to relax. “That's it buddy---just relax. That's a good boy—now go to sleep”. As I empty the contents of the needle into Turner's arm, I yank it out, and release my hold on him. “Good boy” ! I exclaim, and he goes limp. I stand over him a minute, giving him a couple of light kicks to his belly. Yup—he's out. Like a dead ****.
“What you want us to do with him now, boss”? One of the guys ask.
I look around the room, then get an evil grin on my face. “Who's horny”?
There was a moment of surprise, and shifting around. “Come on dudes—you got to be tired of jackin-off”.
Finally one speaks up. “Fuck it—I'll hit that shit” !
Another grins. “Aight dudes—either you fuck it, or leave the pod”.
Another of the boys walks over to the door, and slams it shut. “All for one”.
There were several nods of approval, and a few starting rubbing on their dicks. “Strip him”.
A few of the boy's then start clawing at Turner's clothes, and in under a minute had him buck fucking naked on the floor. “Where you want him boss”? One asks.
I look around a bit, then point over towards one of the corners. “Over there—we'll use Carlise's bunk”.
“Ahhh man” !!
“Who want's to go first ? I'll go last since I got the biggest dick, and I like it really sloppy”, I smile again, proudly. Even now my own dick is already at full bone. I can feel it throbbing under my tight cargo pants, and feared I might actually blow before I even got my turn !
Over the next 45 minutes, the five of us each take turns depositing our hot juvenile cum into the depths of Turner's guts. It was a lot of cum, and by the time I left my own massive load, was now dripping from his hole. I just grin again.
“Ok—that was good. Now get his pants back on him, and drag his ass back to A pod. Just drop him at the door. If anyone ask you anything, just shrug your shoulders and keep walking. I'll make sure he's in the first group to transfer out”.
Finally, after sliding into my new boxers, I can catch my nap.
“Anybody bothers me—and you will get the same thing”.
“Yo Dillon—where you learn to fight like that”?
I got an older brother. You guys just think I'm an ass-hole”.
Stretching out on my belly, I bury my face in my pillow. It only took a few moments, and I was out.
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