Rehabilitation Part 13
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Tuesday 4th March, 2020; 21:36
I was well aware, after today's earlier events, that the guards would be
watching me and reporting back to Miss Stevens, so decided to stick
firmly to my decision to only have a wank when I was on the toilet or in
the shower. She only had herself to blame for the exploitable wording of
her order, and I intended to exploit it to the maximum. Being in solitary
just made it easier - I'd jerked off 3 times already - and I still had
another day before I was due to be returned to my usual cell.
Which is why I was so surprised when the guards entered the solitary cell
and ordered me to follow them back to B block so soon.
"I've still got another day due, Pete," I grunted at one of the guards I
recognised. "What gives?"
"Someone else needs the solitary cell more than you, troublemaker," Pete
huffed back. "Besides, your usual cell's empty now anyway so you'll get
your solitary time, don't you fret." My usual cell was empty? I thought
to myself. I hadn't known my cellmate Trevor that well - we'd shared
similar opinions about black people - but he hadn't been due to be
released any time soon.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Lyons put Trevor down for the count," another guard, called Brian,
sneered. Jackson Lyons was one of the toughest, meanest black bastards in
here. Whilst I'd never have backed down from a fight with him, it
wouldn't be a fight I liked my odds for. Lyons fought dirty.
"That's enough, Brian," Pete warned, but Brian continued:
"Caught him off guard at the urinals. Ended up cracking his thick skull
against the pipes so hard Trevor won't be coming back here - he'll be in
a care home being fed through a tube-"
"I said that's enough, Brian!" barked Pete, turning to glare at Brian
with seething frustration.
Before long I was thrown back into my cell, which felt unnervingly empty
without Trevor and his stuff, and the cell door slammed shut behind me.
I'd known Lyons was a mad son of a bitch, but it was in that moment I
truly began to realise I might die in this prison, or worse - end up like
Trevor. I'd not loved the guy, but I'd never wish a fate like that upon
anyone... except maybe Lyons and his group of cronies. It was then that I
began to comprehend how important getting out of this hellhole in one
year instead of 28 was - and when the terror began to set in at how
stupid I'd been trying to get around Miss Stevens' 'no masturbation'
rule. As much as I couldn't believe myself thinking it, I hoped I hadn't
just jeopardised my place on her rehabilitation programme...
Wednesday 5th March, 2020; 09:58
I knew I was in trouble before I even entered Miss Stevens' room. Mostly
because before I had been allowed to step inside myself - today I was
dragged in by two prison guards, each one firmly gripping one of my arms.
I caught sight of Miss Stevens briefly, dressed in a matching black shirt
and skirt, before I was spun around to face the far wall and my trousers
and boxers wrenched down to the ground, exposing my still-red, throbbing
buttocks.
CRACK.
My legs gave way and I squealed in agony as what must have been a cane
whistled through the air and whipped across my arse like barbed wire
laced with salt. The guards wrestled me back onto my feet just in time
for the second lash to connect. CRACK. My knees faltered but before I
could drop the guards held me up into the air, my legs dangling uselessly
as multiple lashes assailed my tortured rump. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK CRACK
CRACK. The last thing I remembered hearing before I passed out from pain
was my shrill shrieks of agony.
When I came to I was laid on the floor - a whimpering, quivering mess
that had wet himself - with the prison guards guffawing at my expense and
Miss Stevens glaring down at me like a demon in a dress.
"What did I tell you, Josh?" she spoke, each word piercing my mind like
an icicle. Suddenly I didn't feel so clever exploiting her phrasing
anymore. The extent of my arrogance and stupidity had begun to sink in
first last night, but the past few minutes had properly brought it to the
forefront.
"I'm sorry, Miss Stevens..." I croaked, words failing in my throat as I
fought back tears. "I... I promise I won't... I promise..." I trailed off
as Miss Stevens idly twirled the thin cane in her hands.
"The problem, Josh, is that I can't trust a promise of yours now, can I?
I told you not to masturbate. You gave me assurances that you wouldn't.
Yet I hear from the guards you did it not once - not twice - but three
times before ten pm last night," she spat venomously. "I've more than
half a mind to just give up on you. Obviously the grievous bodily harm of
your cellmate wasn't enough of a wake-up call that prison is not
somewhere you want to be, was it Josh? If that's the case, then what more
can I do?" Miss Stevens sighed. I wanted to tell her I'd only found out
about Trevor afterwards, but thick as I was I knew now was not the time
for backtalk.
"You lack the restraint not to masturbate, and lack the respect for my
orders. What am I to do with you, hmm?" Miss Stevens asked, tapping her
chin as she paced up and down, her heels clicking ominously once more. I
could tell the guards were loving every moment of my discomfort. "There
is one way," she said eventually. "Though if you were to decline this
option, or in any way try to subvert it, it will be the last you ever see
of me." Miss Stevens turned to face me once more, looking deep into my
eyes with a frightening intensity. "Do you accept?"
"...what is it?" I asked nervously, my throat dry. Miss Stevens wagged a
finger.
"No. You only find out if you agree. You don't get to call the shots
here, Josh - I hoped you'd have learnt that by now. You have no power in
my office. You do as I say, or you leave. So I will ask you one last time
- do you accept?" I gulped, weighing up who scared me more out of Miss
Stevens or Jackson Lyons. Whilst Lyons won on the count that he might
straight-up murder me, Miss Stevens was definitely the most terrifying
presence. Even so, no matter what this mysterious option of hers was, it
had to be preferable to dying - right?
"I accept," I whimpered. Miss Stevens nodded at the guards, who sighed
but dutifully left the room.
"Lie down on the sofa, face up," Miss Stevens instructed, as she walked
across to her desk, laid her cane down and reached inside one of the desk
drawers. My legs trembled as I rose to my feet, reaching to pull my
boxers and trousers up. "Leave them for now," Miss Stevens snapped, and I
shuffled across before easing myself down into the soft cushions of the
sofa. Even with the added degree of comfort, I didn't feel like I'd be
able to walk properly for the rest of my life. "Arms by your sides," Miss
Stevens said as she returned towards me, hands in gloves, holding a
razor, a tube of shaving cream, and a small black bag. I dutifully
followed her instructions. "Now, stay very still," she continued as she
squirted a blob of cool cream onto and around my cock and balls, "or I
won't be held responsible for any injury."
Before I could say anything - which was probably for the best - Miss
Stevens began methodically and expertly shaving every last hair off from
around my crotch. I wasn't the hairiest guy, sure, but it was strange
seeing my crop of pubic hair reduced to bare, smooth skin within a few
calculated strokes. I winced as the razor whipped around my ballsack,
expecting a nick or flash of blood but feeling nothing save the
occasional tug of the odd resistant hair as it left my body. Despite my
nerves, this wasn't too bad - if the mystery option to deal with
masturbation was a back, sack and crack I couldn't help but think I'd
made the right choice. I'd completely forgotten about the black bag and
what its contents could be.
I found out after Miss Stevens wiped the last of the shaving cream off,
before squashing my limp cock and balls through a tight pink plastic ring
which she pushed to the base of my shaft.
"What-?" I began, but a fierce look from Miss Stevens scared me into
silence. The pink ring was followed by a short, thin pink tube which she
compressed my cock into, forcing it in to the hilt and sliding the tube
and ring together were they connected by means of a shallow indent. It
was an odd sensation and very uncomfortable, but not painful. Miss
Stevens slotted a key down into a hole in the shallow indent, then turned
it with a click as ominous as the sound of her high heels, before
withdrawing it and letting go of the device now firmly locked around my
cock.
"It's a chastity device, Josh," Miss Stevens said with a heartless smirk
as she stood up and walked away to dispose of the razor and shaving
cream. "To be specific, a 'Micro Baby Pink BoyTrainer 2020' - and it's
what will remain locked around your cock, preventing any attempt at
getting hard or masturbating, until I say so. This is the option you've
chosen. As disappointed as I still am with you, Josh, and as much as I
wish you to leave my office right now... I still want to help you. I
don't enjoy flogging you until you pass out, or forcing you into
chastity. I would much rather you be a good, obedient little boy who
doesn't cause me any stress - but then I suppose you wouldn't be in here
if you were like that, would you?" Miss Stevens sighed. "Come and have
your tea, Josh, and we'll discuss your homework for tomorrow."
It could only have been a few minutes, but the silence that followed felt
like hours. Every movement I made, no matter how minute, reminded me of
how raw my arse was. Every movement I made, no matter how minute, tugged
or prodded at the tight little pink chastity cage sealed around my
hapless, hairless cock and balls. Miss Stevens noticed. She probably
thought it was exactly what I deserved. I sipped down my berry tea, not
grimacing too much at the taste today - possibly because my body was
already saturated with unpleasant sensations - and awaited my homework
orders.
"Josh," said Miss Stevens softly, though it still made me jump as her
voice cut through the silence, "for your homework I want you to focus on
your penis." I gazed down at the little pink plastic cage between my
legs, and groaned softly at what felt like some sick joke. Now I couldn't
physically touch it, she wanted my thoughts to centre on it?! "Think
about what a penis symbolises. Think about what your penis means to you,
and how this is going to change now you can't touch it freely any more.
Think about how it feels to be around men who can touch their penises
whilst you can't."
Miss Stevens let her gaze leave me and travel out the window. "I'm sorry
about what happened to your cellmate, Josh. You might not believe me, but
I hate violence. I hate conflict. One of the biggest sources of conflict
in prison - in society - is unrest between races. I want to solve that
issue. I've made a difference to boys like you before, Josh, and I will
do again. Once I've got enough proof I'll present it to the governing
body and they'll roll out my rehabiliation programme country-wide. I
digress," Miss Stevens sighed, turning back to face me and smiling
gently.
"I am sorry about your cellmate, Josh, though I also believe we should
make the most of this opportunity. They won't allow you to keep a two-
person cell to yourself forever, Josh. Any number of bad influences could
drop into that empty space. I won't allow that to happen and cause you to
jeopardise your place and performance on my programme even more than
you've managed by yourself. I have an idea for a prime candidate to
become your new cellmate, Josh." I gulped, both curious and terrified at
who she'd pick. "I'll introduce you to him at tomorrow's session, which
will have to be a bit later as I have a meeting in the morning. Plenty of
time for you to focus on your homework, then." Miss Stevens smiled,
looking down at my caged cock with satisfaction.
By the time I got back to my empty cell it wasn't even midday, but I felt
so exhausted I collapsed onto my bed almost immediately, the world fading
to black.
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