Billy and Eric went out into the day room. People were still crowded around Reiner, the hog-tied boy on the floor, or were mopping or doing other chores. It didn't seem like anyone had missed them, or they just assumed Eric was teaching the new meat the ropes. Some of the boys were trying to give Reiner some water and make him a bit more comfortable, or at least less uncomfortable. It's hard to relax at all when you are hogtied, and Reiner looked miserable.
Billy watched as the boys struggled to mop or sweep with their cuffs. Boys who were high-cuffed apparently got out of chores, it was basically impossible for them to do anything. He saw Conrad, who had helped him out earlier and walked over to him. "Thanks for helping me out earlier, I appreciate it," Billy said to him.
"No problem man, we gotta help each other out. Are you ok? Those animals really gave it to you good, and you being new meat and all, jesus."
"I'll be fine," Billy replied confidently, "I just want to do my time and get the hell out of here."
"Doesn't that thing hurt? Why do you have it on?" Billy asked Conrad, motioning with his eyes toward his collar.
"I am not sure," Conrad replied, "No one knows how they make that decision. They just came in and put this on me last night before you came in. I thought I would be on the suck table today. They always high-cuff the cocksucker cause some of the COs like their balls tickled, but they didn't put me there so I really don't know. You also get high cuffed for the butt buster, but I didn't do anything that would get me that, unlike this poor guy here," motioning with his finger cuffed next to his ear at Reiner on the floor. They'll probably put me back in low cuffs tomorrow afternoon when we get plugged. You need a waist chain for that anyway.
"So where you from Conrad? You play sports?"
"I am from over in Poplar Springs, went to Madison Regional. I ran cross country the past two years, but missed this season in here. Maybe will be out in time for track."
"Oh cool," Billy replied. "I went, I mean go, to Broadfield and I run track to stay in shape for soccer." Broadfield was the northern high school for the small city of Broadfield and was a pretty big soccer rival of Madison, which covered large parts of two rural counties and had at least 3,000 students.
"Yeah, well it's a lot different in here, huh. Why don't they warn you about this place? I would never have even littered in my life if I had known about this place." Conrad looked down and continued. "Man if you had told me a few months ago that I would be getting my ass stuffed every day by these lunatics and walking around naked with my hands chained to my neck getting butt plugs stuffed up me, I wouldn't have believed a word of it." Conrad paused for a minute. "I mean, I really hope none of this is permanent. I mean, getting fucked isn't as bad as it used to be, and I don't even mind sucking dick that much anymore, as long as it's not a CO's.
I hope none of this becomes normal. What would I do? I mean you can't just go around school sucking dudes off." Billy's ears perked up at Conrad's mention of bjs. So he liked to suck other boys off too? Wow. Conrad was really friendly, and Billy thought, hot as hell. Billy's dick actually stiffened up at the thought of getting blown by Conrad, even though he had shot a monster load only a few minutes before. He tried to remember Conrad's dick from before they were washed and made to put on the undies, but he couldn't.
He hadn't seen Conrad get fucked that morning, it must have happened during his own ordeal. "Aw man, I bet the girls are all over you, don't worry about it," Billy said giving Conrad a wink and turning a bit sideways so he could give Conrad's package a little lift. Billy couldn't believe what he had just done. An hour before he wouldn't have dreamed of touching another boy's dick, and now he just reached out and touched another dude's dick and balls without even thinking about it. Conrad didn't seem to mind and gave him a big smile.
Just then the door buzzed and in walked two COs, and the captain with a boy in tow. The boy was in sweatpants and a t-shirt so had come from gen pop. He looked scared and young. Unbelievably to himself, Billy got a semi. Did he really want to see this boy naked? What was wrong with him? The boy was adorable in that way some 15 or 16 year olds are. He had dark almost black hair that fell around his face, and bright blue eyes and what looked like a killer smile. He was smallish, so not too ripped or anything, but looked athletic and fit. The girls must love him. They sort of pushed the boy into the room and said "Strip."
The boy did as he was told, pulling off his t-shirt, shucking his slippers, and pulling down his sweatpants. Surprising only to Billy, the boy had on pink panties under his sweats. The warden had gotten the idea from Sheriff Joe's jail in Arizona, but decided to make them skimpy panties instead of just pink drawers, mostly for the benefit of the guards. Conrad whispered to him. "That's Jake, he was in punishment till yesterday but never got his whipping cause CO Johnson was out sick. Guess they brought him back for it, poor bastard."
Jake pulled down the panties without emotion. If he'd just spent a week or so in here, Billy thought, he shouldn't be too shy. The COs moved in on Jake and dragged him to the wall. They kicked his legs apart and pulled his hands high over his head. "Keep 'em there," one growled. The guards pulled down Velcro straps on ropes, the same ones that had held some boys' legs up earlier. They cuffed Jake's hands into them so they were spread out fairly wide. The ropes looked taught, and the position rather painful.
Next, they attached Velcro cuffs to Jake's ankles, but they only had lengths of chain on them with a carabiner at the end. Billy didn't know what they were for, but assumed it was something awful. Next a CO came out with a large leather strap. It had a slit down the middle, Billy later learned to make it go faster through the air and suck skin harder. The slit was a half inch wide, and between the two layers of leather was a sheet metal insert that fit the slit, and had a slit of its own about an eighth of an inch wide that produced the slit through which air passed.
The captain just said "30" and the CO with the strap moved in behind Jake. The strap hissed through the air very loudly and made a cracking sound when it connected with Jake's buttocks. Jake's knees went weak from the blow and he crumpled an inch or so before he was caught by his wrists. The CO reached roughly between Jake's legs once he got his footing back and yanked his nuts backward so they were mashed between his thighs and visible.
The strap fell on Jake's butt, legs, and back nine more times. Then the CO put down the strap and went to Jake. He turned Jake around so his back was to the wall and his arms were crossed above his head. The other CO went over and each took one of Jake's legs, lifting him up until he was doubled over and they snapped the carabiners into the metal ring that held his Velcro wrist cuffs. Jake was smooshed into a ball, but Billy now saw the purpose. Jake's butthole was lewdly displayed at just the right height. The skin inside his crack looked pale because the rest of it was fire red.
The second CO pulled a hard cock out of his fly and walked over to Jake. He licked two fingers, and rubbed them on his cock. Sadly for Jake this was all the lube he was getting. The CO wasted no time and just plowed into Jake's poor little hole. Well perhaps not too little if he just finished a week of punishment. Jake groaned and the CO grunted. Soon the boys could hear the noise of Jake's back and shoulders slamming into the wall as the CO hammer fucked the poor kid.
After about 20 minutes, the CO howled and shot what seemed like a pretty big load into Jake's hole. The other CO moved right back in and picked up the strap. Leaving Jake in his contorted position, the guard flayed his ass, obviously trying to land blows between the cheeks, and around his balls which were hanging vulnerably down towards his asshole. After 10 more, the other CO fucked Jake just as bad as before. When they unfastened his legs and had him stand facing the wall again, a small rivulet of blood flowed down the back of his right thigh. Poor guy thought Billy. After the last ten strappings, Jake just hung from his wrists until the guards let him down. He collapsed onto the floor and some of the boys moved in to tend to him. "Not so fast," said the captain, "We're not done here."
The two COs approached Jake again and one just said "knees". Billy could see their softening dicks now. Both had a good amount of blood on them, as well as a good amount of crap. Jake having been pulled out of gen pop for his punishment never got a chance to clean his butt out. Jake could barely get onto his knees, but did and dutifully cleaned off the two cocks smeared with his own filth.
The guards uncuffed Jake, and stood him up. One of the CO's threw a pair of tighty whities at him and Jake slowly pulled them on. Another CO fastened a waist chain around Jake's narrow middle, drawing it unnecessarily tight so that the chain dug into Jake's smooth abs. They cuffed Jake's hands to the waist chain, and all left leading him between them. The boys could see Jake's underwear already staining red in the crotch.