I had drifted off to sleep while Dan applied the cold cream to my sore and swollen body and I woke the following morning to find a young kid with a plate of food. He Sat down beside me and told me to eat. Painfully I eased myself into an upright position, every second cursing the _f_u_c_k_ers who had tortured me. I introduced myself to the kid and asked him about the _f_u_c_k_ing room service.
He introduced himself as William. "I was told to get some food for you," he said. "Dan reckons you will be stiff and sore today and from the look of you I reckon he's right. But you have to get up and shower and move around. It's easier that way."
I ate the food and between mouthfuls asked him what was going on.
"Listen dummy," he said "Dan gives the orders and you obey. If you don't, then you can kiss your arse goodbye just like Michael did last night."
I thought for a moment and realised that Michael had been the guy who was punished first and I asked William what had happened.
"Well," he said "When Mike didn't react to the beating, that pretty guard Kevin figured out that he must have had some help like grass or other _s_h_i_t_ and was really pissed off. Kevin had Mike taken downstairs where you had gone and then raped the living crap out of him. Up here we could all hear his screams. I reckon the drugs Mike had taken had lost their effect because he screamed like a bitch in heat. The others say that he took about twenty guards up the arse. Boy, he sure looked a mess when they brought him back - there was blood, cum and _s_h_i_t_ leaking out of his arse."
"How are my mates?" I asked.
"Fine I guess," replied William. "When there's a gang bang on everyone else gets left alone except for the bitch that has to put out to the cellblock boss if he gets turned on by the screams and _s_h_i_t_."
"Who's Dan's _f_u_c_k_ buddy?" I asked.
"Well, there's a pretty little blond guy at the moment but I guess that position will be taken by you when you are better," said William in a matter of fact manner.
"No _f_u_c_k_ing way," I retorted.
William laughed. "Listen tough guy, I was like you when I first got here. I acted tough and kept well away from the others. Then Dan told me that he wanted my arse and I told him to '_f_u_c_k_ off'. He just said: 'OK. If you want it the hard way that's fine by me' and walked away shrugging his shoulders. Then, after dinner that same night as we walked back to the cellblock, Dan just came up to be and punched me right in the stomach and I fell down winded. Then four of his mates picked me up and dragged me into the centre of the ground floor and ripped my clothes off as everyone massed around watching. They spread-eagled me face down on the flood and Dan stood over me with a belt and whipped my back, legs and arse until I was begging for him to stop. Then he took out his _c_o_c_k_ and pissed on my head and then went down between my legs and shoved his _c_o_c_k_ all the way in in a single move. It felt like a hot poker had been shoved up me and I screamed from the pain as my hole was ripped open.
"After Dan had cum in my arse he pulled out savagely and told me the when I was ready to be his punk I should just go to his cell but if I was not there before 'lights out' then everyone who wanted my arse could have it. When he left the guys standing around just pissed on me and them left me lying there. The guards had watched the whole thing and had done nothing and they just laughed as I went to the showers to clean myself up.
"Knowing I was beaten, I dried myself and then got my clothes and then, as every bastard jeered and heckled, I slowly climbed up to Dan's cell and became his punk. Dan now protects me and occasionally has me service him but he's got this new kid. You'll replace him and the cycle will be repeated. So get _f_u_c_k_ing real, man. Your arse belongs to Dan one way or another."
I cringed at the pronouncement and then painfully followed orders and went down to the showers.
The shower room was empty and the guards didn't bother me so I stood under the hot water for quite some time. I looked at myself in the mirrors and saw that the visible damage was nothing compared to the swelling and pain that I felt.
I was left alone for the rest of the day. Before dinner, Dan came by my cell and looked me over. He didn't mutter a word.
I saw Richard in the mess hall sitting at a table where a twenty or so year old guy was obviously in command. The guy turned out to be Hank the one who had threatened Richard the previous day. He was talking to Richard who in turn was blushing and clearly stressed. My attention was distracted by one of Dan's men who came over and ordered me to sit at Dan's table. It was yet another sign of subservience that I simply followed orders and walked to where I was directed.
As I sat down next to Dan he put a possessive hand on my shoulder and asked how I was feeling.
"Like _s_h_i_t_," I said.
"Too bad," Dan replied. "Tomorrow I'm going to punk you, so make sure your arse is clean."
"Look Dan," I said "I'll do anything for you but please don't turn me into a queer. Please!"
Dan look at me in the eyes and smiled. "Sorry kid," he said " but you're far too cute to let the wolves have you and there are plenty of guys here who will rape you if you don't have my protection. It's your choice, but I really don't think you want to be a _f_u_c_k_ toy for a couple of hundred guys. Now do you?"
I didn't respond but just picked at my food and returned to my cell as soon as I could.
After 'lights out' that night when I was almost asleep there came from down below my tier a gut wrenching high pitched scream and a chorus of catcalls. I knew that some guy had just lost his virginity big time but didn't know who it was. I wondered whether Richard had just been turned out. The screaming and begging continued for quite a while as the other prisoners egged on the assailant and yelled out obscenities at the victim. And then, as the lights came back on and keys clunked in locks and doors were opened and shut, there was a deathly silence as a sobbing boy was seemingly dragged out of the wing.
I tried to put the sounds out of my mind and get some sleep but it took a lot of time before I could find solace in sleep. In the showers the following morning I saw, much to my relief that Richard was there. His tier boss was close by and Richard looked scared but at least he was alright.
As it turned out, Matt had been the victim of the assault and was at that time in the Reformatory's infirmary with a couple of stiches in his arse where the hole had been torn. Rumour was it that he would be absent for several days.
After breakfast, where I sat as far away from Dan as possible at the long table, the guards gathered Richards, Craig and myself and gave us work and class assignments. I was sent to the kitchens where, when not attending lessons, I was to keep the floor mopped and clean.
During the day I saw nothing of Dan but was seated opposite him for the evening meal. At one stage, when the guard Kevin was available patrolling the mess hall Dan got up from the table and approached him. I saw Kevin nod but took little notice. It was at the end of the meal that the trouble began. Two of Dan's goons grabbed me as we filed out of the hall and escorted me up the stairs to our tier and then led me to the large cell at the end which belonged to Dan. They stayed there until Dan sauntered in.
"Now my pretty one," said Dan "it's time for you to service your boss."
Immediately I made a bolt for the door but Dan, being much larger than I, quickly blocked my path.
"Now," he said maliciously "you should know better than to try that. Tomorrow you will be on report and your backside will pay the price but tonight I want you."
Dan nodded to his mates who grabbed me and started removing my clothes. I struggled but to no avail and soon was naked with Dan running his hands all over me, playing with my _c_o_c_k_ and balls and fondling my arse. Then, to my complete surprise, he leaned close to and forced his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me. Although resigned I guess to the inevitable rape, this I hadn't anticipated and I was shocked as his tongue sought out mine as if I were a woman.
'Lights out" was approaching and Dan told his goons to tie me to his bunk bed. My arms were secured to the top corners of the narrow bunk and my legs to the two feet. Naked and totally vulnerable I lay there waiting for whatever Dan had in mind - and I knew what that was.
Dan dismissed his mates and then came to me and started nibbling on my nipples and even kissing my _c_o_c_k_. Disgusted, I responded as any teen would do by getting an erection and I heard Dan laugh at my involuntary reaction to his ministrations.
Once 'lights out; was called and the tier descended into semi darkness, Dan got more and more aggressive and started biting my still swollen nipples which caused me to let out a small cry of pain. Dan grabbed my balls and squeezed them and I cried out even louder. Rubbing his erection on my chest, I could feel Dan's pre-cum on my flesh and vainly struggled to get away. Slowly I began to realise that the entire wing was listening for there was no sound outside.
Dan leaned over me and quietly told: "Time to make you a punk". One at a time he released one of my legs and then secured it to the railing at the top of the bunk so that I finished up with my arsehole exposed and available.
Dan had warned me that he wanted to hear me scream as he took me and unfortunately I obliged as he rammed his stiff thick _c_o_c_k_ into my arse. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction but the suddenness of the assault and the thickness of the head of his _c_o_c_k_ gave me no choice as my arse hole was brutally torn apart. As Dan started _f_u_c_k_ing me I couldn't help but whimper even though his _c_o_c_k_ was only a teenage one and nothing compared to the thick and long _c_o_c_k_ that the guard Kevin had made obvious the previous evening.
Dan certainly got his rocks off in raping a younger boy but he took his time as my howls and pleas echoed throughout the building eliciting calls of encouragement from the other prisoners. Slowly the pain subsided and I was reduced to just grunting with each thrust and finally Dan spewed his seed into my bowels.
Roughly he withdrew his _c_o_c_k_ from my arse and untied my legs and then ordered me to clean the mess of his _c_o_c_k_ which was covered with semen and the linings of my bowels. As he swung his weapon in my face the thought revolted me and I quickly deposited most of my dinner on his stomach. Dan was furious and smacked me repeatedly across my face and promised dire revenge. He then called for the guards who opened the cell door and allowed Dan and me to leave the foul smelling room.
Dan could barely contain his anger and called for his tame guard, Kevin, to get a couple of other boys to clean up the mess. Looking at me Dan said to Kevin: "Take this little _c_o_c_k_sucker and lock him in the hole. You and I are going to teach him a real lesson tomorrow."
Kevin smiled and led me down stairs and into the underground passage. I was marched along the corridor for quite some distance and then the guard opened a door and ordered me into the dark cell. Still naked, I was pushed into the cell and the door was shut leaving me in total darkness in a room that smelt of stale urine and crap. With a sore backside and cold because of the room and my fear, I groped around in the dark and found the remnants of a blanket which I pulled around me as best I could and stared at the solid darkness with my arse leaking the juice that Dan had deposited deep in my rectum.
At some point. Presumably morning, a trapdoor opened at the base of the iron door at the entrance to the cell and I could see some bread and water as it was placed inside the door. The trapdoor shut and I had to search out the food and liquid on my hands and knees and, despite the horrible smell within the cell, was able to get some food and water into my empty stomach.
Hours passed and I was shivering with cold when suddenly the door was opened.
"Get out, you little _s_h_i_t_," said someone in the corridor. Holding the blanket rags over my genitals, and squinting against the light in the corridor, I walked out into the corridor where two guards were waiting. One guard ripped the blanket from my hands and threw it back into the cell as my eyes became accustomed to the light. I was then marched further along the corridor, away from the entrance and into a bathroom where I was ordered under a cold shower.
Although shivering and miserable and with a very sore arse hole, the cold water was a welcome relief for at least I was getting cleaned and the spunk and crap that had oozed out of my arse was running down the plug hole.
When I was cleaned I was allowed a towel with which to dry myself and then taken further along the corridor to another room in which the only furnishing was a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling to which my arms were affixed. The guards left and as the sound of their footsteps retreated I was engulfed in an eerie silence.