Treviile Youth Correctional Camp Part Five by Stephen
It was Sunday and I was enjoying the brief respite from the early wake-up regime, enjoying the extra hour lie-in which we and the cadets got on Sunday mornings. Instead of being woken at 6.30am by the bell that summoned the cadets from their beds, to take their cold showers, we were permitted the luxury of this brief lie-in before taking breakfast in the mess-hall.
Kurt had informed me that we would have a new cadet join us tomorrow and that he too was to be assigned to my bunk-house. As I lay in bed I was thinking about the induction process and the medical examination that each new cadet was subjected to, and my cock was rock hard as I recalled Joe Regan's medical. I wondered what this new lad, Roger Barnard, would be like and how he would react to the situation.
It was late afternoon on Monday when the black van drew up outside the main entrance and the two custodians deposited Roger and the Rev Jackson signed the necessary papers that confirmed his safe receipt. Kurt had escorted Cadet Barnard to the Rev Jackson's office on his own, but I was thankful that he had given me the keys to the Dispensary and told me to wait there; I would not have wanted to miss the examination for the world!
Ten minutes later I heard footsteps approach and the door opened and Roger was ushered inside. I had already put the key in the lock and Kurt closed and locked the door before turning to Roger and telling him to empty his pockets on to the table.
Roger was a pretty average looking youth, with long rather lank light brown hair; not tall but not short, and though not skinny, not large and certainly not muscular. All together, an unremarkably looking youth; I wondered what he had done that his parents had decided to send him on the Camp's six month Attitude Modification Programme, as they called it.
Roger said nothing as he emptied the pockets of his jeans on the table. Kurt briefly examined the items and swept them into a plastic bag, before telling Roger to strip and hand him his jeans. The lad stripped to his boxer shorts and passing Kurt his jeans stood waiting. So far he had complied with all instructions with no sign of defiance, perhaps he had already been crushed by his unexpected "kidnapping" and the warning he had received from the Principal, the Rev Jackson, that anything short of complete obedience to instructions would result in traditional corrective punishment, administered with the large paddles favoured by the Camp.
Kurt checked the pockets of the boy's jeans before folding them; then told him to remove his shorts. We both gazed at Roger as he pulled his shorts down to reveal a brush of brown pubes before quickly covering his genitals with his hands and stepping out of his shorts.
"Hand me your shorts, and stand at ease, hands behind your back," Kurt ordered. The boy obeyed, and as he stood there naked in front of me. I made no effort to conceal the fact that I was assessing his teenage development. It was part of the Camp's induction methods to humiliate new cadets and staring hard at a boys cock is not only humiliating for him, but it can also affect him in other ways. Sure enough under my fixed gaze I would see it start to thicken and was rewarded by a slight twitch. He had a slender uncircumcised cock, but it already looked quite long, but his balls looked a bit small -- still we would soon have all his measurements I mused.
"What you looking at," Roger said -- his first act of defiance. Kurt was on him in an instant. "Don't speak unless you are addressed, and say Sir when you speak to Instructors," he said. "You must show respect to Instructors at all times; now bend over the table, and let this be a reminder to you," Kurt said.
The boy stood still, making no move to comply, and Kurt looked him in the eye "I will start to count, and each will be an extra swots until you have assumed the position," he said. "One, two," the lad jumped over to the table, "three". "Mr Marsden," Kurt said turning to me, "as his Instructor, will you please teach Cadet Barnard the need to show respect and to obey orders promptly. Nine swots; six for showing disrespect, plus a further three for being slow to move." "Nine!" Roger, gasped. "Make that ten, and count them out Cadet or they won't count," Kurt said, and handed me the paddle.
The paddle was well worn and had a double row of holes running down its business end. I pushed Roger further over the table and positioned him to my liking, making him spread his legs wider and push his arse up and back. The position I had him in stretched his arse cheeks to show me his hole as well as displaying his balls nicely. I drew back the paddle and brought it back down, delivering a hard swot to his right arse cheek. Roger gasped out loud. As I looked at his arse I could see that cheek had turned pink leaving only two white circles which corresponded to the holes in the paddle. I waited for Roger to call out the stroke, and just in time he remembered.
The next swot was to the same cheek turning it a deeper shade of pink and Roger called out "Two" in a faltering voice. The next swot covered both buttocks and there was more urgency in Roger's voice as he called out the number three. I took aim at his left cheek and delivered the next three swots to that same left cheek turning it deep shade of red. The next four swots were low, upper cuts, two to each side, alternately, and I could see his balls bounce and hear the desperation in his quavering voice as the air whistled past his nuts, the paddle only inches from his dangling bollocks. The whole of Roger's arse was now a deep red colour.
"Stand with your back against the wall hands behind your head," Kurt ordered, and Roger shuffled to the wall and stood facing us. Once more I fixed my gaze on the boy's cock, but this time Roger knew better than to say anything. Meanwhile Kurt had pulled out a form and started to ask Roger some questions, starting with his full name, age and date of birth. Roger had just turned 18 last month. Kurt had told me to watch were someone's eyes are looking when asked a question, and I noticed that Kurt always looked Roger in the face when he asked him a question. Soon the questioning was moving into more personal areas, whether he masturbated, when he first started and how frequently he masturbated; whether he was a virgin and whether he had a girlfriend. Roger had confirmed that he did masturbate and had started at about 14, but stated it was only about once a week, and had said he was a virgin and didn't have a girlfriend.
Due either to the spanking I had administered or the nature of the questions, Roger's cock was now semi- erect and despite his obvious embarrassment continued to grow and make its inevitable assent until he had a full boner. I was still looking into his face as Kurt asked him if he masturbated over pornography; straight away his eyes darted in the other direction as he denied the accusation. "Do you masturbate or have fantasies about having sex with other boys?" Kurt asked, whether Kurt was party to some information of which I was unaware or whether this was just an inspired guess, I don't know, but it was clear from the switch of Roger's cock, as well as his shaky voice and involuntary eye movement that he was not replying truthfully when he denied he was attracted to other boys, but Kurt let it pass.
"Sit on the chair," Kurt told the boy. "You are gonna lose these long locks of yours," he said, running his fingers through Roger's hair; "and yer pubes too, boy -- after which we will give you your medical," Gingerly, Cadet Barnard sat on the hard wooden chair and within two minutes the long locks had fallen to the floor to be replaced by the regulation No 1 cut. It was so quick that Cadet Barnard was still sporting his erection when told to stand on the chair so that Kurt could shave his pubes -- if anything it was stiffer than before, and after having run the electric clippers over his balls a few times, Kurt asked me to hold it out of the way.
I grabbed Roger's cock and went to push it down. It was rock hard. "Please, please," he cried "it hurts, I can't pull my foreskin back and that really hurts". I could see that despite his powerful erection his cock head was still covered and tentatively I went to see how far his foreskin moved back, and Roger gasped out loud. I tried another approach grasping his foreskin I pinched it tight together as I pulled his cock down from the vertical to horizontal, giving Kurt the access he needed to remove the boy's pubes. Roger's cock was like iron, and I was having to pull hard to hold it down, but as Kurt ran the clippers over the lad's pubes I pulled his cock down further till it pointed straight down. I could feel Roger's heart racing I was standing so close to him and realised he was excited by being treated in this way. I pinched his foreskin tighter pushing his knob further back inside its sheath and felt his cock swell even more straining to be free. When Kurt announced himself satisfied I let go of Roger's cock, catching the boy off guard momentarily, and causing his penis to shoot up and slap his now smooth belly with a resounding smack.
"Mr Marsden will shave you later", Kurt told the Cadet, "Right now we are running late, lets get you weighed and measured and then I'll be off -- I gotta take wrestling practice; it's Sponsor's Day next Sunday and I've got to lick the teams into shape if we are to put on a good show," he said.
Kurt seemed remarkably good humoured as he quickly had Roger on the scales to be weighed, and then measured his height; 120lbs and 5'11". I took his chest measurements and then his waist (36" and 29"), which caused me to once again stand only inches from his still rampant cock. Roger made no protest when it came to measuring his cock (7" erect) and hopped up to kneel on the table when bidden.
Kurt took the ball measuring device from the cupboard and pushed Roger's balls through the top of the heavy stainless steel screw thread ring so that it sat above them, then he pushed Roger's ball sac into the slot in the Perspex disk trapping his balls under the disk, with the steel screw ring pressing down from above. Next Kurt took the lower cylinder of the device, which screwed into the ring above Roger's balls and screwed it on tight. Roger's testicles were now securely trapped in what looked almost like a glass specimen jar, were it not for the thick stainless steel top and bottom of the device, with the large steel screw mechanism which extended below.
I could see Roger's sac was already stretched by the weight of the device; it must have weighed a couple of pounds at least. It was a most unusual device, it looked medical being made of surgical steel with its calibrated glass cylinder, but I had my doubts -- still I guess a speculum looks pretty scary as do most surgical instruments. Kurt spun the wheel at the base of the device and the thick glass base moved up until it touched Roger's testicles, lifting them first and then, as Kurt continued to tighten the device, compressing them into a solid mass, so that they were pressed up against the sides of the glass vessel. Just then the phone rang and Kurt went over to answer it.
There followed a long conversation during which Roger was left waiting. It was obvious that he was in considerable discomfort because he was breathing hard and shifting his weight about, but all that served to do was to make the heavy ball measuring device swing from side to side. His balls, squashed tight in the device, had turned the colour of his spanked arse, but he knew better than to interrupt Kurt.
Eventually Kurt put down the phone. "I've got to go," he told me and asked if I felt able to complete the examination on my own. I answered in the affirmative, and after Kurt had left I locked the door behind him.
Roger had said nothing during all of this and was still kneeling on the table with his legs spread wide and his arse pushed up high. The ball measuring device dangling from his bollocks was swinging slowly back and forth like some pendulum.
When Kurt had given Joe his rectal examination and probed his arse making the lad come, he had left the measuring device firmly attached to Joe's nuts, even tightening it some more after Joe had shot his first load, as if he was squeezing every drop of spunk from the lad's teenage bollocks. I thrilled at the prospect of doing this to Roger as I took the steel speculum from the cupboard; I would need the glass jar to collect his spunk I thought, so picked that up as well, and approached the boy.
I told Roger in an authoritative tone of voice that the measuring of his testicles was part of a scientific study on aggressive and anti-social behaviour in young males and that it included recording of the volume of ejaculate; and that in addition, all new cadets and those who had left the security of the Camp received a thorough search which included a rectal examination. To my surprise Roger promptly replied "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."
Spurred on by Roger's subservient attitude I dribbled some lubricant on to his hole and on the speculum ends, then, reaching between his legs, I pulled his cock down so that it pointed vertically towards the table, and pushed it into the glass flask, telling him to lean down on it and stay down and not to let the flask fall over. This made Roger poke his arse even higher into the air, and I decided to squeeze his balls even tighter, so took the handle of the screw and gave it three more turns. I could see his balls being squashed through the glass sides of the device, and they were pressed hard against the glass, and had taken on the shape of a hamburger rather than a pair of balls. Roger gasped, but said nothing. I thought I could give them another turn of the screw and slowly turned the handle round once more. Just as I completed the turn Roger came in a shuddering orgasm, sending a powerful jet of spunk into the flask, before shaking so much that he knocked it over. As he collapsed on to the table, his cock continued to pump jets of spunk into the flask only for it to dribble out onto the table.
Quickly I picked up the glass flask, but half his load was on the table. "OK, Roger," I said, "stay kneeling on the table and lick it up, I want this table spot less." "Yes Sir," he replied and slowly began to lap his spilt jizz from the table. When it was clean I told him to resume his position. "You will be punished for your carelessness, and then you will have to provide me with another sample," I told him, "and since you appear to enjoy having your balls measured, this can stay on," I said, giving the ball device a push, causing it to swing back and forth. Picking up the paddle, I took my time in giving him eight hard swots, each one making him jump forward and sending the ball device into violent motion.
No sooner had the eighth lick whacked his arse than I picked up the speculum and pushed it into his hole and left it there while I repositioned the flask so that his cock, fortunately still semi-hard, poked into it. "If you don't provide an adequate sample, you will be back here tonight," I warned him, but events were to prove that there would be no need for that.
Squeezing the handles together I slowly widened his arse hole, then after a few minutes, when he had relaxed and I had expanded it some more, I took the strangely shaped plastic probe that Kurt had used on Joe and inserted it, aiming for where I judged his prostate gland to be located. I could feel the hard lump of the gland and gave it a gentle push with the probe and was rewarded by a dribble of spunk oozing from his cock. It was at this point that Kurt had tightened the pressure on Joe's nuts, and since ball pressure alone had made Roger come the first time, I thought it would help encourage him to deliver the goods, so I took hold of the screw handle and gave it two more complete turns. Roger was pleading now with a note of desperation in his voice, but I told him to produce a good sample before it could come off, and pushed hard with the probe at his prostate. As if on demand, each push with the probe sent a jet of spunk into the flask until finally after about the fifth push it caused only a slight dribble. When I felt absolutely sure he was completely empty I withdrew the probe and released the speculum before telling him to stand on the table so that I could remove the ball measuring device. I noticed his balls had been compressed to 1 7/8th cubic inches. When they were finally released they were a deep red colour like a couple of exotic fruits, and I reckoned they would be aching for quite some time.
Roger, however, appeared to be none the worse for his experience and even politely thanked me for giving him his medical, even calling me Sir on more occasions that was strictly necessary. I told him that I would inform the Camp doctor about his tight foreskin condition; I knew what the consequences of that would be, but if Roger did, his face did not reveal it. Roger would be circumcised here in the Dispensary under a local anaesthetic by the Camp doctor, a retired US Marine Surgeon. I fully intended to offer my services as a medical assistant to the good doctor, and hoped that he would let me be present.
I pointed to the clothes Kurt had left and told Roger to get dressed. He would be wearing the Camp uniform from now on: blue T shirt and yellow shorts for sports, or the kaki short sleeve shirt and longer shorts worn at other times. In either case the regulation underwear was a jock, and I guessed from the way he struggled to put it on that he had not worn one before.
When he was dressed I lead him out and escorted him to the gym. He said nothing as we walked across the parade ground to the ex-army hut which was the gym. Kurt had said that it was Camp policy to paddle all the boys hard as soon as they arrived, on some pretext or other, as that combined with the medical ensured complete compliance; and it surely had. Roger was probably in shock and acting on auto-pilot, doing everything he was told.
When we arrived, I pushed open the swing door and we were faced by the sight of twenty or so near naked boys sitting cross legged against two walls of the gym, while two pairs were wrestling each other on mats in the centre. Kurt stood by watching as the lads, clad only in their jockstraps, grappled with each other. We stood rooted to the spot, before I realised that I should treat this as nothing out of the ordinary, and told Roger to strip to his jock and join the other cadets of Franklin on the far wall.
After a few minutes, Kurt clapped his hands and told the boys on the mat to return to their places by the wall and for the next two pairs to take their places. I decided to sit cross legged too, and watch the proceedings. I knew wrestling was a regular activity, but it was the first time that I had seen the cadets wrestling and had not realised that they did so only in their jocks, but as I watched I realised that had they been wearing their standard sports kit of sleeveless top and running shorts these would have soon been ripped -- doubtless, that was why they had been told to remove them.
As the boys on the mats circled each other, it was clear to see who had received a recent paddling, their butts a deeper shade of red, or even purple, but most exhibited clear signs of punishment in the not too distant past. Kurt had been making notes during the first "rounds", and when the last two pairs had finished he called out a few names and told them to move to the front of their lines. When he called the first two boys on to the mat again, it was clear that he ranked them on their ability. XXXXX You could tell instantly that the boys looked well matched and could wrestle. As they stood eying each other Kurt announced that it was going to be the best of three rounds, and that as an added incentive, the winner would get a candy bar, and get to paddle the loser -- there was a gasp and a buzz of excited whispering from the assembled boys, which Kurt soon hushed.
Whether it was the prospect of winning a candy bar, an unheard of treat, or the prospect of whupping the other boys arse, or avoiding the punishment themselves, or all three, who knows? But, as soon as Kurt signalled the start, both boys sprung upon each other with utter determination. Soon they were on the floor, and then within minutes, Kurt called out a point, and signalled the end of that round. Again the boys squared up to each other, but this time they were not so quick to jump in, but after a minute of warily seeking an opening, the winner of the first round made his move. But, was he made to grab his opponent, the other XXX swept his feet from under him and leapt down on him pinning his arms down as he straddled his chest. He had landed with one knee to the side of his opponent, but as he had landed I had clearly seen him bring his other knee up hard between his opponents outspread legs before straddling his chest, sitting on him and pressing his shoulders to the mat.
After Kurt had awarded the point, both boys got back to their feet and stood, breathing hard facing each other. The atmosphere in the room was electric as everyone realised that the next round would be the decider; as the boys closed on each other again, the winner of the last round tried the sweep again, but his opponent was ready this time and unbalanced the lad. Rolling on the mat, first one on top then the other then, whilst on top of VVV succeeded in getting a neck lock on XXX pulling his head and shoulders back,. As his XXX struggled and attempted to get to his knees, VVV reached down with his free hand between his victim's legs and grabbed his jock pouch from behind, .
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