Juvie CH 2
Juvie CH 2
“You wanted to see me sir”? I address the captain.
“Mr. Dillon---come in”.
I walk into the captain's office taking a seat in front of his desk. “Less than an hour, and your already in my office”.
“Sorry about----”
“Shut the fuck up ! You will speak when I tell you to” !
I gave the captain a nod, and slouched down a bit in my chair. A submissive move actually, just to make him feel important.
“I should throw you straight into solitaire. But, that's never happened, and I can't imagine the paperwork, and I sure as fuck don't feel like wasting my time right now on an incident report. You broke FIVE ribs on that boy—plus his jaw—AND knocked out two of his teeth ! So listen up---you will conduct your ass while in my jail as a perfect young man”.
I raised my hand. “WHAT”?
“With all due respect sir, teenage boys are far from young 'men'. We're animals—pure and simple. No morals, no guidance, no discipline. All we want is to eat, shit, skate, get high, and fuck—oh ya, and sleep—and, we stink”.
“That's kind a piss poor reasoning Dillon”.
“Maybe so sir, but it's the fucking truth. There are only two things that will keep a teenage boy in line”.
“And tell me young Dillon—what might those be”?
“A big fist sir, and a big dick. Neither of which you can do”.
“So where does that leave us then”?
“I can do those things, sir. I'm just another inmate”.
“Let me get this straight---I call you in here to decide disciplinary action, and now your trying to flip it by offering to clean up my jail”?
“Something like that, yes sir”.
“And how do you suppose to do that, Sir Dillon”? Quite sarcastically.
“It's pretty complicated sir, and I realize I only have three months. You would have to make me trustee right away”.
“Out of the question”.
“Not really sir—you can pretty much do whatever you want”.
With that I stand up, and start walking for the door. Without permission, lol. I reach up and throw the deadbolt, then turning around begin unzipping my jumpsuit as I walk back towards the captain. Standing beside him now, I peel out of the arms, and let the suit fall to the floor. I give the captain a moment to take in my low hanging teenage cock, then turn around, now giving him a front row view of my ample hairy ass. I worked out a lot, and my ass was hard as a rock.
“It's tight as a *********** boy sir. You will blow like never in your life”.
There was a moment of silence. I was pretty sure no inmate had ever walked into the captain's office, especially on his first day, and offered up a piece of ass. “Would you like me on my belly, or back sir”? I was practically forcing him to take up my offer, like I had some dirt on him or something, lol.
The captain pushed back from his desk in his chair, and rapidly stood up. Reaching into a drawer he pulls out a bottle of whiskey, and takes a couple of chugs. “Just bend over the desk, ******”. I just grin to myself, allowing him his fun. I reach back with my right arm, and wave, to indicate handing me the bottle.
“Not allowed”
“With all due respect sir, I am the one about to get fucked”.
Reluctantly, the captain hands me the bottle. I turn it up high in the air, and begin gulping. After about three he snatches it away from me, and slaps me across the back of my head. “Just bend over the desk”.
I do as told, spreading my legs as wide as I could, with the jumpsuit still gathered at my feet. I extend my arms before me across the top of the desk. Fortunately, I then feel a slimy goo running down my hairy ass crack. The captain then grips me by the waist with both hands, and slams me. He slams me hard. And that fucker was big. Real big ! He was at least as big as my big bro, Matthew, which was a giant thick 10 inches. He went right into a pile driving of my super tight hole. I wasn't kidding about that---it was rare that I allowed anyone to fuck my ass.
The captain slammed me hard and deep. I gritted my teeth, and squeezed my eyes shut. The last thing I could do at this moment would be to cry out, to let him know I was now his bitch.
The fuck down lasted for nearly twenty minutes. With the degree of lust that was obviously in the captain's soul, I was quite surprised he managed to hold off so long in my young guts. But, he finally busts. And he busted hard. I don't think I had ever had so much cum blasted up my ass, except of course from my big bro. Matthew cummed like a donkey !
Finally the captain yanks his dick from my guts. He grabs me by the back of my neck, and spins me around. Shoving me down to the floor he just stares at me. “Clean me up, fag”. It was clear that he got off on demeaning anyone that serviced him. I hesitated a bit, just looking up at him. He continues to stare me down, then finally mutters, “You want those cargo pants”?
I reach up, gently grabbing the captains ball sac, and gently tugging him downwards, take in his dick. Covered in his juice, and a bit of slime from my ass, I put the tongue to work. Just the way I like it myself—circling around the head while moving up and down the shaft.
After just a couple of minutes, captain places his hand on the back of my head. This is usually an indicator to stop, which I do. He just stands there, not saying anything. Then, it hit me. FUCK ! Surely he's not going to do that ? But, he does. The captain cuts loose a powerful and rapid flow of his nasty stinkin piss, straight down my throat. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but spilled a lot down my chest, to my belly, and pubes. Looking up at him I see him grinning. He was every bit as evil as I could be myself at times.
Finally he was done, and kicks me back onto the floor. “Git the fuck up, and zip up. Now get the fuck outta here—I'll have your uniforms sent to your pod”.
“If I could sir, I'd like to wait here for the first one, please”.
“What”?
“You know—entrance, returning to the pod. Shock effect”.
“Ok fine”. He picks up the phone a calls someone, mumbling for a minute into the mouthpiece. “Sizes”?
“Twenty-nine, by thirty four. Large shirt”.
He hangs up the phone, telling me to take a seat against the wall. The trustee arrives in about 15 minutes—pretty fucking quick actually. The captain points towards me, and the trustee walks over to me, handing me the pile. I stand up and quickly unzip the jumpsuit in front of him, then step out of it. Buck fucking naked, he couldn't help but scope me out, gazing up and down. I notice him swallowing hard, and grin at him. “Don't worry cadet—we'll be getting to know each other real soon”.
“Aight enough of that shit Dillon—hurry up and get dressed”. I quickly slide into the black cargo pants, free-ballin. (standard issue for work detail were 'dungarees', or basically, blue jeans) They were tight, and I position my dick to hang down the right thigh. Sitting down, I put on the heavy wool socks, and then my massive sz 13 work boots. Holding my arms up, now exposing my bushy stinkin pits, I d**** the shirt down onto me, then stand. The trustee is practically shaking now, lol. I pick up and shove the orange jumpsuit into his chest, then teasingly bark, “SCRAM”. He spins around and darts for the door. I couldn't help but grin as I was thinking, 'ya—you'll get you turn real soon---pretty boy'.
“Aight Dillon—now get the fuck outta here”. I snap to the most perfect marine attention, and clack my heels together. “YES SIR” I shout back at him. He just grins. I spin around, but stop. Turning back around, “Sir—maybe a couple more shots of that whiskey sir”? I ask, grabbing my dick. He just glares at me as he reaches into the drawer again, retrieving the bottle. I turn it up as before, and start guzzling. “Aight—aight--you punk”. I hand the bottle back to the captain, wiping my mouth with the back of my fist, then finally head for the door. As I reach it, he has one last thing to say to me. “And Dillon---if you disappoint me, you will spend the remainder of your time here in the hole”.
“UNDERSTOOD SIR” ! And I head back to the pod.
The first cool thing about making trustee was that you didn't have to be escorted everywhere you went. On my way back, I got a couple of whistles, and cat calls. I was sure that the fuck down I just received wouldn't be the only 'dues' I would have to pay. To maintain trustee status usually required a weekly 're-fresher'. That was ok—I could handle it.
As I approach the pod, I pause at the doorway. Folding my arms across my chest, I just lean into the door frame. Finally, someone looks up. “Oh—no fuckin way” ! The inmate almost screams. The others then look up, and each exclaims something to the effect of unbelievable. “Yo Dillon---what's those red bars on your sleeves”?
I just smile from ear to ear. It was the bonus I hadn't even asked for. Another of the boy's responds, “Ahh you dumb fuck---that's captains bars” !
“Are you fucking kidding me ? So, you make trustee, AND rank—on you first fucking day in jail”?
“There's always a way to get what you want in jail boy's. You just got to be willing to do what it takes. And with that—-I'm gonna need my boots polished, and my dick sucked”, with a big ear to ear grin.
And that's how I made trustee—on my first day in.
“You wanted to see me sir”? I address the captain.
“Mr. Dillon---come in”.
I walk into the captain's office taking a seat in front of his desk. “Less than an hour, and your already in my office”.
“Sorry about----”
“Shut the fuck up ! You will speak when I tell you to” !
I gave the captain a nod, and slouched down a bit in my chair. A submissive move actually, just to make him feel important.
“I should throw you straight into solitaire. But, that's never happened, and I can't imagine the paperwork, and I sure as fuck don't feel like wasting my time right now on an incident report. You broke FIVE ribs on that boy—plus his jaw—AND knocked out two of his teeth ! So listen up---you will conduct your ass while in my jail as a perfect young man”.
I raised my hand. “WHAT”?
“With all due respect sir, teenage boys are far from young 'men'. We're animals—pure and simple. No morals, no guidance, no discipline. All we want is to eat, shit, skate, get high, and fuck—oh ya, and sleep—and, we stink”.
“That's kind a piss poor reasoning Dillon”.
“Maybe so sir, but it's the fucking truth. There are only two things that will keep a teenage boy in line”.
“And tell me young Dillon—what might those be”?
“A big fist sir, and a big dick. Neither of which you can do”.
“So where does that leave us then”?
“I can do those things, sir. I'm just another inmate”.
“Let me get this straight---I call you in here to decide disciplinary action, and now your trying to flip it by offering to clean up my jail”?
“Something like that, yes sir”.
“And how do you suppose to do that, Sir Dillon”? Quite sarcastically.
“It's pretty complicated sir, and I realize I only have three months. You would have to make me trustee right away”.
“Out of the question”.
“Not really sir—you can pretty much do whatever you want”.
With that I stand up, and start walking for the door. Without permission, lol. I reach up and throw the deadbolt, then turning around begin unzipping my jumpsuit as I walk back towards the captain. Standing beside him now, I peel out of the arms, and let the suit fall to the floor. I give the captain a moment to take in my low hanging teenage cock, then turn around, now giving him a front row view of my ample hairy ass. I worked out a lot, and my ass was hard as a rock.
“It's tight as a *********** boy sir. You will blow like never in your life”.
There was a moment of silence. I was pretty sure no inmate had ever walked into the captain's office, especially on his first day, and offered up a piece of ass. “Would you like me on my belly, or back sir”? I was practically forcing him to take up my offer, like I had some dirt on him or something, lol.
The captain pushed back from his desk in his chair, and rapidly stood up. Reaching into a drawer he pulls out a bottle of whiskey, and takes a couple of chugs. “Just bend over the desk, ******”. I just grin to myself, allowing him his fun. I reach back with my right arm, and wave, to indicate handing me the bottle.
“Not allowed”
“With all due respect sir, I am the one about to get fucked”.
Reluctantly, the captain hands me the bottle. I turn it up high in the air, and begin gulping. After about three he snatches it away from me, and slaps me across the back of my head. “Just bend over the desk”.
I do as told, spreading my legs as wide as I could, with the jumpsuit still gathered at my feet. I extend my arms before me across the top of the desk. Fortunately, I then feel a slimy goo running down my hairy ass crack. The captain then grips me by the waist with both hands, and slams me. He slams me hard. And that fucker was big. Real big ! He was at least as big as my big bro, Matthew, which was a giant thick 10 inches. He went right into a pile driving of my super tight hole. I wasn't kidding about that---it was rare that I allowed anyone to fuck my ass.
The captain slammed me hard and deep. I gritted my teeth, and squeezed my eyes shut. The last thing I could do at this moment would be to cry out, to let him know I was now his bitch.
The fuck down lasted for nearly twenty minutes. With the degree of lust that was obviously in the captain's soul, I was quite surprised he managed to hold off so long in my young guts. But, he finally busts. And he busted hard. I don't think I had ever had so much cum blasted up my ass, except of course from my big bro. Matthew cummed like a donkey !
Finally the captain yanks his dick from my guts. He grabs me by the back of my neck, and spins me around. Shoving me down to the floor he just stares at me. “Clean me up, fag”. It was clear that he got off on demeaning anyone that serviced him. I hesitated a bit, just looking up at him. He continues to stare me down, then finally mutters, “You want those cargo pants”?
I reach up, gently grabbing the captains ball sac, and gently tugging him downwards, take in his dick. Covered in his juice, and a bit of slime from my ass, I put the tongue to work. Just the way I like it myself—circling around the head while moving up and down the shaft.
After just a couple of minutes, captain places his hand on the back of my head. This is usually an indicator to stop, which I do. He just stands there, not saying anything. Then, it hit me. FUCK ! Surely he's not going to do that ? But, he does. The captain cuts loose a powerful and rapid flow of his nasty stinkin piss, straight down my throat. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but spilled a lot down my chest, to my belly, and pubes. Looking up at him I see him grinning. He was every bit as evil as I could be myself at times.
Finally he was done, and kicks me back onto the floor. “Git the fuck up, and zip up. Now get the fuck outta here—I'll have your uniforms sent to your pod”.
“If I could sir, I'd like to wait here for the first one, please”.
“What”?
“You know—entrance, returning to the pod. Shock effect”.
“Ok fine”. He picks up the phone a calls someone, mumbling for a minute into the mouthpiece. “Sizes”?
“Twenty-nine, by thirty four. Large shirt”.
He hangs up the phone, telling me to take a seat against the wall. The trustee arrives in about 15 minutes—pretty fucking quick actually. The captain points towards me, and the trustee walks over to me, handing me the pile. I stand up and quickly unzip the jumpsuit in front of him, then step out of it. Buck fucking naked, he couldn't help but scope me out, gazing up and down. I notice him swallowing hard, and grin at him. “Don't worry cadet—we'll be getting to know each other real soon”.
“Aight enough of that shit Dillon—hurry up and get dressed”. I quickly slide into the black cargo pants, free-ballin. (standard issue for work detail were 'dungarees', or basically, blue jeans) They were tight, and I position my dick to hang down the right thigh. Sitting down, I put on the heavy wool socks, and then my massive sz 13 work boots. Holding my arms up, now exposing my bushy stinkin pits, I d**** the shirt down onto me, then stand. The trustee is practically shaking now, lol. I pick up and shove the orange jumpsuit into his chest, then teasingly bark, “SCRAM”. He spins around and darts for the door. I couldn't help but grin as I was thinking, 'ya—you'll get you turn real soon---pretty boy'.
“Aight Dillon—now get the fuck outta here”. I snap to the most perfect marine attention, and clack my heels together. “YES SIR” I shout back at him. He just grins. I spin around, but stop. Turning back around, “Sir—maybe a couple more shots of that whiskey sir”? I ask, grabbing my dick. He just glares at me as he reaches into the drawer again, retrieving the bottle. I turn it up as before, and start guzzling. “Aight—aight--you punk”. I hand the bottle back to the captain, wiping my mouth with the back of my fist, then finally head for the door. As I reach it, he has one last thing to say to me. “And Dillon---if you disappoint me, you will spend the remainder of your time here in the hole”.
“UNDERSTOOD SIR” ! And I head back to the pod.
The first cool thing about making trustee was that you didn't have to be escorted everywhere you went. On my way back, I got a couple of whistles, and cat calls. I was sure that the fuck down I just received wouldn't be the only 'dues' I would have to pay. To maintain trustee status usually required a weekly 're-fresher'. That was ok—I could handle it.
As I approach the pod, I pause at the doorway. Folding my arms across my chest, I just lean into the door frame. Finally, someone looks up. “Oh—no fuckin way” ! The inmate almost screams. The others then look up, and each exclaims something to the effect of unbelievable. “Yo Dillon---what's those red bars on your sleeves”?
I just smile from ear to ear. It was the bonus I hadn't even asked for. Another of the boy's responds, “Ahh you dumb fuck---that's captains bars” !
“Are you fucking kidding me ? So, you make trustee, AND rank—on you first fucking day in jail”?
“There's always a way to get what you want in jail boy's. You just got to be willing to do what it takes. And with that—-I'm gonna need my boots polished, and my dick sucked”, with a big ear to ear grin.
And that's how I made trustee—on my first day in.
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