THE BOY PRISONERS – Part 1
by Russell Timm
© Russell Timm 2015
Contact can be made via: russell.timm@gmail.com
Other stories by Russell Timm: Africa - Boys on the Side, West Africa – Where the Money Talks, Into-Africa and African-Adventure-Series
DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FICTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE FICTITIOUS. THE EVENTS AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTITIOUS
The two guards called the boy from the cell. They handcuffed him with his hands in front of his body and pulled a hood over his head. They pulled the drawstring on the shorts he wore as the sole item of clothing and they fell to his ankles. As they pushed him forward he stepped out of the shorts and on each side of the boy holding his arms just above the elbow they marched him naked down the corridor to the seldom-used bathroom. Once in the room they locked the only door, removed the hood and handcuffs and gestured towards a hole in the floor. The boy understood and dutifully squatted over the hole and tried to take a crap.
The guards smoked as they watched the boy. Fed so little food there was little for the boy to pass. The guard gestured towards the bucket of water on the floor. One of the guards produced a small piece of soap and threw it towards the boy. The boy could not remember the last time he had seen soap and had the chance to wash. He set to work and splashed water over himself from head to toe and proceeded to soap himself. He then rinsed himself off using the remainder of the water in the bucket. The water finished the boy stood with his hands by his side and looked at the guards. The hood was pulled over his head and the handcuffs replaced. The door was unlocked and the boy was led out and further down the corridor guided by the guards on each side of him.
The boy felt the cool concrete floor under his feet as they push/pulled him along between them. He felt himself being pushed sideways and believed that they had entered a room. They turned him and sat him down on what his bare ass sensed as wood. They lifted his hands above his head and then backwards and dragged him backwards onto the wooden structure until his heels rested on the wooden surface. The boy sensed the handcuffs being attached to something leaving him lying full length with his arms extended. He felt the guards take hold of each ankle and wrap something around each one. He felt whatever was attached to his ankles being pulled tight positioning his ankles about as far apart as his shoulder were wide. He heard the door close.
The boy tested the restraints on his ankles and found movement impossible. He tried to move his handcuffed arms and found himself securely restrained. The hood was loose enough to allow him to breathe easily, he could make out it was daytime and there was no identifiable smell in the room.
As the boy lay on the wooden surface he strained to listen for any sound. There was none. He wondered what he had been brought to this room for. Why had he been laid out naked in this way? He clung to the thought that as he had been allowed to wash, even given soap to use, the reason could not be all bad. He had since his time in these cells learned to control his imagination. He took each day, hour and moment as it happened.
The door opened. The boy strained to hear every sound. The door closed. Almost imperceptible foot steps. One person? The sound of something being placed on a wooden surface. On a table? The scrapping noise of the legs of a wooden chair on the floor. Silence.
The boy felt the hand pick up his cock, which lay between his legs. He lay still. The fingers examined his cock. He felt them feel his exposed cockhead and finger the peehole. The skin on the fingers felt soft on his cock. The fingers rubbed his frenulum then followed the circumcision line around his shaft then further down to his balls gently squeezing the cock as it moved. His balls were cupped together in the hand, then it felt one by one slowly and carefully.
The boy's cock lay to one side in its three and a half inch soft state. The fingertips started to gently caress his cock and balls. Moving slowly up and down from the cockhead to his balls. The fingers gently pushed the cock so it lay towards the other side. The fingertip touching continued. The boy could not help himself as he felt his cock begin to swell in response to the gentle touching. He lay still.
The boy felt his cock twitch until it lay fully erect against his stomach. The soft fingertips continued their dance up and down and all over his now five inch rock hard cock. The fingers gently lifted the boy's cock and slowly, softly and carefully rubbed every part of his cockhead. Then back down the boy's cock shaft paying particular attention to the frenulum. The boy felt his orgasm rising. His cock twitched, once, twice, three times. On the forth twitch the sperm was released and squirted powerfully up onto the boy's chest in four powerful squirts.
The boy's cock lay on his stomach and as it softened it twisted slowly to the side. The hand picked it up and gently squeezed out the last of the cum. The hand released the cock. The boy felt a cloth against his body as the sperm was wiped up. The wiping was slow and deliberate. Then after a short pause a moist cloth made contact and completed the wiping up process. The hand repositioned the boy's cock to lie on the other side. Then the boy lay naked and untouched.
The boy relaxed and closed his eyes.
End of Part 1
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