That evening a CO came in and called Conrad over to him. "Time," he said, "up against the wall." Conrad went over and leaned his head into the wall. The CO came up behind him and kicked his legs far apart. He brought out his keys and unlocked the plug chain. "Get cleaned up, you there," motioning to Loren, help him." Loren and Conrad walked over to the grate. "There goes my fuck free day," Conrad whispered to Loren, "that fucking CO has a thing for me, he always picks me in line." It was true, the CO was infatuated with Conrad ever since he got to punishment. He had fucked the kid at least every day, and had visited specially to bone him a couple times. He wanted to fuck him now, but didn't have time, he was assigned to duty on another wing in 20 minutes. Now that he'd found him, he'd be sure to visit him in gen pop. Anyway, the kids hoop would be blown out from the weekend plugging. The boy looked like a jock and the CO was sure his ring and asstube would be nice and tight again in a day or two, just like the first time he had busted into the boy's impossibly tight hole.
Loren, low cuffed, was able with some shifting to get his hand around the protruding part of the plug. He pulled as best he could and Conrad tried to walk away from the plug. With some difficulty, the large black mass popped out of his hole. Conrad squatted and let his crap drain into the grating. Conrad had never gotten unplugged the day before because he was on the suck stool, so at least 48 hours of crap ran out of him. When the flow stopped, Conrad went over to the butt washer and easily took 35 seconds worth, given the area volume of his anal canal at the moment. He emptied out again and rubbed his butt on the towel-covered chair. "Against the wall." Barked the CO, motioning to where Conrad had been before. Conrad resumed his position. The CO ran his hand over Conrad's perky round little runner's ass and then drew a finger through the crack. He brought the finger to his nose and inhaled. He then licked the same finger and poked it into Conrad's hole which was still winking from the plug. "Nice little pussy there," he whispered to Conrad, "I'll be seeing more of you."
With that he uncuffed Conrad's hands from the neck chain and then unlocked the neck chain. Conrad lowered his arms for the first time in three days, and felt them tingle as blood rushed in while he rubbed his sore raw wrists. The CO threw a laundry bag on the floor and Conrad pulled out pink panties which he put on, then the sweats, t-shirt, and sandals. Billy watched from 10 feet away as his friend bent over to put on the panties revealing his red open hole. Billy looked at the loose balls and big floppy dick when Conrad turned around, pulling up his panties. Once the panties were on his junk made a nice big bulge in the tight shiny fabric. Conrads freedom was short-lived as the CO cuffed him behind his back for transport, but at least those would be off in a few minutes. Billy gave him a huge smile and a wink as the boy was led out of the buzzing door. Billy already missed him.
Later that night, when the boys were already in their cells, the door buzzed open and two COs appeared with Evan. Billy, standing at the window, felt his heart sink. The guards put him through the paces, stripping him and high-cuffing him. After he was cuffed and didn't turn around to face the wall quick enough, one of the COs slapped his pendulous huge dick and balls, making Evan double over. Probably aroused by the brutality, the guards pushed Evan to his knees and one of them brutally face fucked him for about five minutes, dumped his load in the terrified boy's mouth, and zipped up. They roughly threw him into Conrad's former cell and left. Billy later found out that some of the trustees present at the rodeo had told some of the guys on Evan's wing about what had happened. These boys visited Evan's cell during free time the next day and tried to fuck him. He had beaten them all pretty good, even the three boys were no match for Evan's sinewy strength and long basketball reach. So he ended up in punishment where he had already had a horrendous sneak preview of what awaited him.
Billy was up before lights on at 430 and raced out of the cell when it was unlocked, headed for Evan. He told him they could catch up later, that he needed to do what he said to get ready for the early fuck. Billy explained things to him as he had with Max. Evan understood better than Max because of his experience, and soon was wetting Billy's big dick to enter him. Even though he had received a long hard fuck from the captain only a day and a half before, Evan's hole was pretty tight. Billy had him stand up again and spat a few times on his hole. He entered him finally and could feel Evan working his ass against his dick, pushing down to take more of Billy's cock, and side to side to try to loosen up his hole. After Billy shot up Evan's ass, he told him to suck him clean so he wouldn't get in trouble if the COs saw his shitty dick. He then led Evan through the shitting and cleaning routine, even though he couldn't join in due to his plug. He wasn't afraid of discovery, the COs would know Evan had been fucked by the captain and wouldn't have the tight teen jock hole he had enjoyed previously. The butt washer had removed all other evidence of Billy's 'training'.
Two trustees appeared and the boys lined up for de-plugging. Four at a time they went over to the grating and were deplugged quickly before dumping their built up crap loads, for the few boys who hadn't been deplugged over the weekend, it was 70 hours worth. After butt washing, the boys lined up when the door buzzed. Though to anyone outside of punishment it would sound insane to call it 'routine' or 'normal,' that's what the early fuck was that Monday, apart from one little episode.
A few of the boys noticed one particularly sadistic CO carrying a couple condoms and a spray bottle. They knew what this meant and were scared. This particular CO loved to hurt the boys and loved to hear them scream. The boys' code of keeping perfectly silent when at all possible during their rapes frustrated him profoundly, and he had found a solution. In the spray bottle he had concentrated CS liquid, pepper spray colloquially, that he obtained from the bottles of it they kept at the jail to feed the riot suppression sprinkler system in the main rooms of the various wings. His favorite thing was to choose a boy at random and spray his dick, balls, and hole with the vile liquid. He would then put a condom on and spray it with the liquid, then violently fuck the boy.
Not a single one of his victims had been able to help themselves from screaming themselves hoarse. The liquid produced indescribable pain on any membrane surface, so the boy's piss slit, balls, and especially his ass canal would be like they were on fire. Cuffed, and with the CO's dick pushing the liquid in further and rubbing it into their asswalls, the boys felt like they were going to die. Periodically, the CO would re-spray his condomed dick, bringing fresh agony to his victim. The boy he chose this particular day was unable to stand after his fuck, and writhed around on the floor where the other boys were in line. Although nothing could take away the pain for a few hours, he stopped screaming eventually, and when the COs left, spent most of the morning on the butt washer.
Billy got pulled out of line by a burly CO who attached him to a rig left over from the rodeo that seemed like it would become permanent in punishment as everyone who had put a boy in one had enjoyed it. The device was fairly simple, it was a steel bar about four feet long that had Velcro cuffs at either end for the boy's ankles, and in the middle a rope with a larger Velcro cuff that encircled the boy's neck. The rope attaching the next to the bar was short, about two and a half feet, so that the boy was really bent over at a sharp angle. The bar was pretty long for some of shorter boys and it took some pulling by the guards to stretch their legs wide enough to be cuffed. The boys who were short or not very flexible would be in pain when strapped into the spreader, and could feel every tendon pulled to its limit and painful. Some of the guards had discussed why the fuck felt so good when a boy was in one of these devices and had agreed it probably had something to do with the way it made the inner anal muscles flex, or perhaps the way it bent the boy's ass tube. Either way, it was popular, and Billy was soon helplessly strapped into one.
Because of his ordeal at the rodeo, the guards did not make too big a deal about Evan's first fuck. Two of them strapped him into one of the standard fucking platforms with his legs spread and raised toward the ceiling. They took turns thrusting into his stretched open hole, still relatively tight despite the captain's enlargement of Evan's ass, and Billy's much more recent invasion of it. The COs tended not to like Mondays, for all the normal reasons but also because the boys' holes tended to still be loose from the plugs. The guard up Billy's rear gave him a hard fast fucking that lasted only about 15 minutes. Billy's ass was loose from his plugging and the weekend's activities, and the CO caused him no discomfort as he railed the youth's behind. The guy's dick was big enough, but certainly did not reach any of the spots that Evan had on Saturday.
One of the COs fucking Evan came loudly, filling him up. The guard hadn't been in over the weekend, and apparently hadn't gotten off otherwise, so he deposited a large load up the kid's backside that quickly began to be expelled by the kids still-functioning sphincter. The other guard decided to move up to Evan's mouth and turned his head sideways to push his dick in. Because he was against the wall and couldn't get the right angle, the disappointed guard wasn't able to invade Evan's throat, and settled for a vigorous mouth fucking. The other CO, soft but aroused by watching his partner fuck the kid's face, picked his baton up from the belt on his nearby trousers and jabbed it into the kids hole, which was still winking his cum out. The guard was watching the end five inches of his partner's dick move in and out of the kid's cute mouth. He noticed the boy, who looked to be at least 17, didn't even have a hint of a mustache. Cute as hell kid he thought, absentmindedly pushing his baton deeper into the Evan's hole. When he looked back to what he was doing, the guard realized he had almost a foot of his nightstick shoved up the boys ass. He hadn't even been pushing too hard, and was surprised at how much of the black wood had snaked its way up there. The kid's dick was huge too, the CO noticed. Hanging perfectly centered over his ballsac, pushing the two egg-size nuts to either side, the head of the big penis was being rubbed by the stick as it moved in and out of his hole. Where do they find these guys, the guard wondered to himself. The other guard squirted seven or eight big blasts of cum into Evan's mouth, and the two walked off.