Juvenile Detention

By: Rick Masters
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Chapter 62
The Master

Karl told Sam that as a minor without a legal guardian he was automatically a ward of the state and entitled to several benefits to cover living and education. However he had to be placed with an approved adult to foster him; he was not deemed to be mature or experienced enough to look after himself. "One of the best things you did was to go to the police and report your mother missing. That report being lodged before any enquiries were made as to your benefits helps to show honesty and puts credence to your claims. Another thing that is going to count in your favour is your criminal record. I know that sounds strange, but I am guessing that when you found your mother was missing you also found that your own stuff was missing, including things like birth certificates and other I.D. documents. Your criminal record is your proof of I.D. The other thing you need to know is that it's going to take some time to get things sorted. I have already started some balls rolling, but the long and the short of it is that you are not going to see any benefits for several weeks yet."

"Several weeks? What can I do until then?"

"Fortunately I work in the right place and have been able to get some help and some strings pulled. Strictly speaking Social Services should place you in a care home today while they try to find you a foster home. However, I have signed a document which makes me your temporary guardian. This means that you can stay here and we will provide for you. When we have managed to get the documentation together and submitted your claim for benefits the Social Services will have to get involved, and we might not be able to continue as your guardians. But don't worry about that. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I have some very influential friends and acquaintances who can pull more than strings if needed."

"So that means I can stay here with you all until we get my benefits sorted and then I will have to do what some other people decide?"

"In a nutshell, yes. In reality, probably not. But I can't make any promises, and I don't want to get your hopes up and then see them dashed, so let's just leave it as you are with us for a couple of months at least."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Thank you from me too. We get to be together more and my love has a roof over his head. That means a great deal to me."

"It means a great deal to Esther and me too, and we're happy that we can help you two out. Now I think Esther has set up a bathing regime, and that probably means that one of you two should be in the shower."

"We'll make it a bit easier and shower together, but we won't have cold showers like we had to have in the Academy. Ever since I got out I have almost shuddered just at the thought of having another cold shower."

They moved off to Josh's room and Josh dug out a pair of shorts for Sam to sleep in. Josh got his shorts and they headed off to the bathroom. Naturally they helped each other and so also naturally stepped out of the shower showing their appreciation for the help they had received. Sam's time at the Academy had helped him with his inhibitions, and as Josh was going to walk around in just his shorts Sam had no problem doing the same. Back in their bedroom Sam suggested that they make a start on the dishes for Simon so that he could get his homework done.

"You know, the first night I was here, I did just that, and Simon could not understand why I or anyone would do it. Now he would do it for you and be glad of the opportunity. Come on, I'll show you how to operate the dishwasher."

The two boys were soon clattering dishes around as they stacked the dishwasher and then generally tidied up the kitchen. Simon heard them laughing over something and came through to find out what was going on. "You've gone and done it again, haven't you?"

"Done what again?" Sam asked.

"Done my dishes for me. He thinks he can buy my friendship that way."

"Actually it was my idea."

"Yeah, but I bet he trained you like that when you were both inside."

"No, I'm just naturally gifted."

"No. Seriously, thanks guys. It is very nice of you. And it gives us some extra time to chat. Want to come to my room? It's a bit bigger than yours."

"He has changed. The first day he has met you and he's letting you, a convicted thief, into his room!"

"I let you into my room when you were still a convicted criminal."

"But that was because you could see my innocence right from the start."

Simon closed the bedroom door. "Did I? Fuck! It took more than a few days before I started to think that just maybe my father could possibly be right about you."

Simon turned his desk chair around and sat on it, leaving his bed for Josh and Sam. "So Sam, I know that you must be as smooth as Josh was when he got out. How do you like being smooth?"

"I may not have mentioned how direct Simon sometimes gets. Especially when he is aiming to get a good look at you without your clothes on."

"Is that what this is all about?" Sam giggled.

"Well now that Josh has mentioned it, I don't think it is a bad idea."

Sam was the youngest of the three, but he had more street smarts than Simon and Josh put together. He got a sly grin on his face. "This is your room, which makes you our host. Isn't it the role of the host to make his guests feel at ease and to lead the way? So if you want us to get naked, you need to get that way first."

"My boy has got a point there, Simon."

"Mmmm, I'm going to have to watch you two. Me thinks you might tend to gang up against me."

"Well, you do like a bit of bondage, so maybe we will do something like that and take it in turns to turn your arse into a worn out cunt."

"You mean Simon likes to be ordered about and such?"

"He does kind of like having someone else take control, but he really likes being tied to the bed and edged."

"Well he won't get that way with his clothes on. Come on, boy. Strip!"

"Is this how they taught you at the Academy to behave towards your elders and betters?"

"I'll give you older, and in some things maybe better, but my better? Not a chance! Now unless you want things to get ugly; get naked and assume the position."

Simon started to take his shirt off and asked, "What do you mean by 'assume the position'?"

"Josh, for a good teacher you haven't done a good job of teaching this piece. I mean I learnt just from watching when my mum thought I was asleep. You get naked and you kneel on the floor in front of me with your knees exactly twelve inches apart and keep your back straight but you hang your head so that you are looking at your useless cock and link your hands behind your head. Now hurry up! We haven't got all night."

Simon quickly removed the rest of his clothes, revealing that he had a raging hard-on from the anticipation of what was to come. He moved in front of Sam and knelt down, spreading his knees. Keeping his back straight, he looked down at his cock, which appeared to be far from useless at the moment. Josh had taken a seat on the chair Simon had vacated and was looking on as a rather surprised bystander. He had never seen this side of Sam.

"Now there are some rules by which we play this little game. You see, I not only looked but I listened as well. Those silly useless cunts that came to be dominated by my mother were so pathetic, but we are not going to let you get that way. I still want to be friends with you and I want to be able to respect my friends. So here are the rules: One, while we are learning acceptable limits you are allowed to express your feelings but must ask permission first. This will last until we feel that we know what is okay and what isn't. Two, there will always be an escape word. We will work out what that word is, but remember if you use it that will mean the end of the games altogether. It needs to be a word you probably would not use in our games situation but one that you can remember to use if needed. Three, in case you might be gagged there will also be an escape signal. The same condition applies to that signal as to the word. Four, immediate and exact obedience to a master's command is expected and deviations will result in punishment. Five, your body belongs to your masters for their pleasure, not yours. Six, expect to suffer. And seven, you will address all your masters as 'Sir' unless they tell you to use something different. Speak only when given the permission to speak. Any questions?"

"Who are my masters?"

"Good question, boy, but wrongly asked. Try again and remember how you are supposed to address your masters." Sam had picked up Simon's twelve inch ruler from his desk while he gave the list of rules, and as he told Simon to try again he smacked the end of the ruler against the tip of Simon's hard cock.

"Argghh! Oh shit, that hurt! Sorry, sir. Who are my masters, sir?" Simon automatically pulled his hands apart and brought them down to protect and soothe his stinging cockhead.

Whack! The ruler smacked against his knuckles. "Who said you could move your hands? Put them back behind your head." Sam waited for him to put his hands back and leave his cock exposed and vulnerable again. "Tonight your masters are Josh and myself. Another time it might be your boyfriend, or just me or just Josh or some other person who you let have mastery over you. That will be worked out as we progress. Any more questions?"

"Yes, sir. I'm not really keen on physical pain. Can we come up with some other sort of punishments?"

"My, my. You have such good parents yet you don't seem to have learnt your P's and Q's. Try again." This time Sam swung the ruler but missed Simon's cock by a whisker. If he had moved forward when he flinched in expectation of the hit or not flinched at all then his cock tip would have got a stinging bacon slice but Sam had anticipated he would naturally move backward to avoid a hit and had struck accordingly. Josh saw that there was a string of pre-cum hanging from Simon's cock, which re-assured him that Simon was actually enjoying this.

"Sorry, sir. Please could we come up with some other sort of punishment instead of pain, sir?"

"I'm sure we could, but punishment basically comes in three forms - pain, humiliation or deprivation. You have ruled out pain, so that leaves us the other two. Think carefully before you rule out either of them. Now before we go any further we need to work out the escape word and signal. So end of session for now. You can stand up and we will talk normally as friends."

Simon stood up and rubbed his knuckles which were still hurting a bit. Then he wiped his cock with his fingers and sucked the pre-cum off before he sat down on the bed next to Sam.

"Before we begin anything else, I have got to say that you have surprised me. When I saw you in the induction room at the Academy and then after that I never saw any of this 'master' in you. I don't understand how I didn't see it."

"You didn't see it because it wasn't there. This is the first time it has appeared and it is only acting on what I have seen with those sods who paid my mother for it. I wanted to see how it would feel and when Simon went along with it I carried on for a bit. I never thought of it with you because you're not like that. Although I think you might like being a bit of a master."

"Apart from the hits with the ruler it was awesome. But clearly we can't play this when my parents are at home. I think it's too risky, but there will be times; they do like to go out together some evenings."

"That sounds like you really want to continue with this sort of thing, even if there is the risk that a person younger than you who has only just learnt to read and write might have control over you?"

"Yes. And to have all three of you in control over me at the same time would be something else. Look, I'm still hard just thinking about it. Tell me some of the things your mother would do and I will say how I feel about them, because that is a way we could learn the limits as you called them."

"I'm not sure that I can remember all of them off-hand tonight, and I will leave out the things that were just for pain. I think if I work through it customer by customer then I might remember more. With all but one of them I was looking through a crack in the door, but there was one that I was sort of involved with too. I will start with him because I actually liked him a bit. He had been coming for mum's service for a while before he discovered that I was there. Up to that point I had only seen what went on at the flat. He would arrive and once inside the door he would strip off and then crawl along the floor and greet my mother by licking her feet, making sure his tongue went in between her toes and all. Then he would stand up and mum would loop a chain around his cock and balls, leaving a long end that she could tug on to make his cock and balls bounce. Then he would get dressed, with the long end of the chain hanging over his waistband, and they would go out, but he left his undies behind. When they came home again he would strip off and then undress mum, and after licking her feet and bum he would get his fuck. Then she would take the chain off and he would get dressed and go. When he learnt that I was part of the household, he arranged that I would be sent to my room while he did his strip and lick and got chained, but then I would be taken with them for the evening. Sometimes this was just a walk in the shopping precinct. Sometimes it would include a burger or at least a drink at a café. When we would sit down mum would give the chain a tug every so often and make his cock tent his trousers. It seems that it kept him at a semi for the whole time. He would also sometimes just arrive with a present for mum or for me and sometimes gave us some groceries. He seemed a pretty decent sort, unlike the rest."

"What else did she do with the rest? And tell us some of the pain things. I'm curious, even if I don't want it for myself."

"Well, there was one that came every Wednesday without fail. He would not arrive until about nine in the evening. Once inside the door he would strip down to his underwear. He would then follow mum into the lounge. Mum never used her room for this business. The couch was more like a bed than a sofa, and that was all they had to use. Once in the lounge he would assume the position like I had you do tonight. His wrists would then be cuffed and a chain from the cuffs would be dangled down his back. Mum would strip off and sit on the edge of the couch, and he had to shuffle forwards on his knees and tongue her till she came. Once she had had her first cum she would take the chain hanging down his back and pull it tight, forcing his hands to start moving down between his shoulder blades, then she would wrap the chain around one ankle and pull it some more, making him fall over and bend his legs back and arch his back. The chain was then put around his other ankle and pulled up tight until she could hook it back on the bit running down his back. The end of the chain had one of those spring loaded hooks like they use on key rings. She would roll him onto his back and force his knees apart with a kind of spreader thing. His cock would be pushing his undies out something terrible he was so hard from it. He always wore briefs too and you could often see his wet patch from where his cock was leaking.

"Mum would take a pair of scissors and snip a hole in the undies, which she would rip a bit more, and she would stick a dildo up his arse. I don't know if he lubed up before he arrived, but mum never put any lube on for him. He didn't scream, but you could see that it hurt to have it shoved up his butt. With the dildo up his butt she would squat over his face and make him lick her until she came again. Then she would cut another hole and pull his cock and balls out. She fitted this leather strap thing, I think they called it a parachute, around his balls and it had strings that she hooked onto the chain at his ankles that pulled his balls down and every time he moved must have squeezed them because he would cry out. She would jerk him for a bit and then stick something down his cock. I think they called that sounding, but I'm not sure.

"One time it was small tube that she pushed in until his pee started to come out and she stuck the other end in his mouth and made him drink his own pee. Another time it was a knitting needle she pushed down and then holding that in with one hand she jerked him with the other for a bit. When she got tired of that she would sit on him and use his cock to tickle her clit until she came again. Only after she had cum at least three times did she cut his briefs off and used them to stuff his mouth like a gag. With the briefs away she shaved him, telling him it was so that he would remember her while he was away, because he would be scratching again in a few days' time. She would take the dildo from his butt and make him lick it clean, then he had to hold it in his mouth while she fucked herself on it till she came again. Then she would get dressed and after flicking his balls a couple of times she would release him from his chains. He would get dressed and leave without ever cumming himself.

"Another one when he arrived already had a dog collar round his neck. After he had stripped off mum would attach a lead to it, then he would undress mum and she would pull on the lead to get him on his hands and knees and he would have to lick her till she came. Then he would be led around the flat to make a cup of tea, but he had to drink his out of a bowl on the floor like a dog. Eventually he would be allowed to mount her doggy style and fuck her till they both came, and she would keep him pulled up by holding onto the leash and make him fuck her some more until she had at least three orgasms, which was kind of torture to him, because after his orgasm his cock was really sensitive.

"Her Saturday client would arrive with a thing like a massage table and a suitcase. He would strip off and then set up the table and put the suitcase on the coffee table. Mum would blindfold and gag him and he would lie down on the massage table face up. Mum would tie his arms and legs to the corners of the table and then she would open the suitcase and take out whatever she wanted to use that day. All of the things were designed to inflict pain on the guy and were like nipple clamps to a ball press thing that would squeeze his balls till they were almost flat. She would just give him a treatment and being blind folded he did not know what to expect until it happened. All of it involved pain to some part of his body including some electric shock type things. The amazing thing is she just kept this up until he shot his load without his cock being touched. Then she would leave him for about half an hour and come back and jerk him still with the pain things attached until he shot another load. As she pulled the pain things off after that he sometimes shot a third load. He would then get dressed and go home and mum hadn't even undressed for him.

"There was one common thing with all of them. They were all shaved before they arrived or shaved during the session and all left commando. One of them always arrived dressed as a man but got made up like a woman and left wearing a miniskirt with nothing underneath so if the wind blew his cock and balls would be on view. Of course there were those who just came, paid her, fucked her and left without any of the play."

"Shit! Does your mum know you saw all this?"

"I think so. I think she purposely did it in the lounge so that I could look on. I have a vague memory of one when I was small who would suck my cock and balls while he was fucking her, but I would only have been about two or three when that was done, so I don't really remember it that well. I know mum didn't mind me seeing her naked, because she often walked around the flat that way. Sometimes I would get home and find her passed out on the couch, having had some crack or booze or something, and she was totally naked. Probably had shared the drugs with whoever had come to fuck her. I know she also used to come into my room when she thought I was asleep and pull back the covers and play with my cock. I was actually beginning to think I might suggest she let me join in with some of her customers when I got banged up."

"So now what do you think about this master/sub thing? You reckon you can let Sam have power over you? Or me or Godfrey?"

"I think we need to do some more research and work out what can and cannot happen and then make some rules, but for tonight if you guys want to order me about, go ahead."

"What about being shaved?"

To be continued...
 

Posted: 12/30/16