Tommy in the Correctional Facility

Chapter 1 - in which Tommy is convicted of sexual deviancy and begins induction into the correctional facility.

It all started to go wrong for Tommy when he was raped by a police officer.

18 year-old Tommy was the earnest and hardworking son of a less-than-virtuous single parent. He had been found to be in possession of a small amount of marijuana, left by his father. The police officer who raided Tommy's home was an intimidating man, a good foot taller than the young, slender Tom. Tommy's father was out of the house at the time, most likely looking for work, so the officer offered to give Tommy a break: allow the officer to take Tommy's anal virginity, and he would agree to forget the drug incident. The officer warned Tommy that he would face jail time and a criminal record if he didn't agree. Tom really had no choice.

Poor Tommy, as a straight teenager, was terrified at the thought of allowing another man to fuck his tight, virgin sphincter. Agreeing to be fucked was considered sexual deviancy and punishable by law. It was also, as he soon discovered, wickedly painful.

The burly police officer had a thick fuckstick that was eight and a half inches from tip to base, far larger than Tommy's thin six inches. Oh, how Tommy begged to let the officer just let him suck off the menacing tool instead. But the officer would have none of it. A young, hot, virgin piece of ass was hard to find, and this corrupt cop was hard and horny for it.

And so, bent over his own bed in his dad's grimy apartment, Tommy lost his virginity to a man twice his age, and with no lube other than the man's liberally applied spit. The pain was unbearable for poor Tommy and he cried and yelped with every sudden, cruel thrust. The officer fucked the boy deep, hard and fast for 30 minutes straight, before finally firing a thick load across the weeping boy's backside.

Poor Tommy was abandoned alone on his bed. He felt mentally broken and was in physical agony.

Unfortunately, it was only the beginning.

The officer in question had secretly planted cameras to monitor Tommy's room prior to the drug bust. He was a true pervert and had enjoyed watching innocent Tommy undress himself and jerk his pretty, slender cock each night. He had also caught the entire rape on film.

True to his word, the officer abandoned all charges of drug possession. However, he was able to present the department with an edited version of the footage, which appeared to show incontrovertible evidence that Tommy had consented to anal sex from another man.

Tommy's trial was swift and brutal. Tommy's testimony was quickly disregarded in light of the video evidence against him. His father was of little help either, having shown up to testify inebriated, and so was shortly found in contempt of court. (He would get his comeuppance for his poor parenting and addictions later in life, not that it would be of any consolation to Tommy.)

As the judge put it, "The evidence against the defendant is unambiguous. Clearly he is a sexual deviant and a compulsive liar, and as such a threat to civil society. I therefore sentence him to indefinite treatment in an appropriate correctional facility."

Correctional facilities were a modern phenomenon. The country's conservative sexual deviancy laws had meant that prisons had become highly overcrowded. Instead of taking up valuable prison space, homosexuals were sent to "facilities" that existed ostensibly to correct their sexual deviancy, although the success rate was poor. The public did not care; voters made it clear that sexual deviants were to be thrown to the wolves if that's what it took to keep them off the streets.

Rather than enact a death penalty or spend millions staffing the facilities, the government came up with a simpler solution. Men who had engaged in aggressive acts of deviancy, like rape, were considered to be less mentally unwell than those who would choose to willingly submit themselves to perverse sexual acts. So, violent sex criminals were given a choice: either go to trial to face prison time and a position on the sex offenders' registry, or agree to do their time in luxury by staffing the correctional facilities. The hope was that the correctional facilities would become an organised hive of depravity; and that the sexual deviants who could be salvaged would have their deviancy brutally fucked out of them.

This was the kind of mentality that Tommy was now subject to. The system had declared him to be sexually perverse, and there was no support structure to help him. His life from now on would be a sequence of pain and humiliation for the pleasure of others.

Tommy was kept in solitary confinement at a regular jail for a few days following the trial. During that period he had been assigned to the largest correctional facility in the country.

One morning, Tommy was taken from his cell and ordered to strip bare. After being walked through the prison he was transported into the back of a small van along with three other prisoners. All of them were buck naked, strapped into their seats and bearing a shiny red ball gag between their teeth. Soon, Tommy was also strapped in and gagged and was driven off to his new home.

The first order of business for a new inmate at the facility was a health checkup. Little Tommy was escorted, still gagged and nude, by two brutish guards into the facility's medical wing.

Most of the staff at the correctional facility were violent sex criminals who took pleasure in the pain and suffering of others. The two thugs dragging Tommy along were relied on as enforcers, and were both built like bouncers. The pair both sported a skinhead look, with shaved bald heads and tattooed muscle bulging out of their leather uniforms. One of them had cut off the sleeves of his leather jacket, to reveal broad, hairy arms. They were the kind of men you do not want to meet in a dark alley.

But not every staff member was a musclebound goon. There were plenty of specialist roles that needed filling, including physicians. Doctor Wormwood was a middle-aged doctor convicted of abducting and raping a client. Now he had a position in the correctional facility, and it happened that today he was in charge of inspecting young Tommy.

And so Tom found himself strapped face-up onto a table, gag still in place (making his jaw ache), legs spread, while an older man inspected every inch of him. As he went, the doctor kept taking notes. For instance, the doctor spent a long time investigating young Tommy's arse pucker for tightness. The doctor made a note on Tommy's record - "virgin tight". He also felt up Tommy's arms and chest. Tommy's muscles were not as developed as those of a seasoned athlete, but he had a lithe swimmer's build. The doctor noted Tommy's blond hair and green eyes, and how sweet the scared boy's lips looked stretched around the gag. Yes, Tommy was a pretty one. That would be unfortunate for him. Sometimes the ugly-but-clever ones could strike a deal with the staff and live something resembling a normal life. Sadly, that would be unlikely to happen to Tommy.

The doctor made a few more mundane assessments, like height (5 foot 6 inches) and weight (135 lbs). Then he announced his assessment.

"Based on what I can see here - your shrunken cock size, poorly developed muscles, small testes, absence of body hair, and homosexual tendencies - you appear to be suffering from a lack of testosterone. Sadly, we can't do much to stimulate your natural testosterone. However, in his report, the officer who brought you in described a daily masturbation habit." The doctor tutted disapprovingly while subconsciously rubbing his boner through his trouser pocket. "You're jeopardising whatever testosterone potential you have. So I'm putting a stop to that today."

The doctor opened a drawer and searched through it briefly before pulling out a small plastic device. "This cock cage ought to do the trick. The inner lining is covered in stiff plastic spikes. It won't be a problem unless you get erect." The doctor smiled to himself. A few months without relief and Tommy's dick would be in constant discomfort. And he was already planning a few ways to accelerate the process.

"In the mean time, I'm recommending you for some extreme anal stretching therapy. Your ass much tighter than most of the faggots that come through here so it's important for you to get up to speed with the others in the program." Actually, the doctor was just looking out for one of his friends, who had been asking for a tight ass to fuck and then brutally ruin.

"Now, before we can begin your correctional procedure, there is the matter of your induction. All inmates here have to go through an induction procedure before they can begin their therapy. You're no doubt aware that we have one of the biggest correctional institutions in the country. So you could say we have the pick of the litter when it comes to staff. Anyway, the point is that we like to make an impression on newcomers." The doctor smiled an evil smile as the pair of thugs walked up to the table. "In the next room there are a handful of men who want to give you a welcome you won't soon forget. That's a polite way of saying that they're eager to rape your sweet little ass. Not one of them has a dick shorter than 12 inches. It'll be good preparation for tomorrow's anal stretching."

The doctor couldn't help but laugh at the look of horror spreading over Tommy's face. "Take him away, boys," he ordered before returning to his paperwork. The two gorillas started wheeling the desperate teenager out of the office, still strapped down and exposed. Down a short corridor was a room already full of cigar smoke and three mean, rough, biker-looking types. Tommy's guards wheeled the boy in and closed the door behind him. Then they shucked down their jeans to reveal, to little Tommy's horror, a pair of oversized mega-dongs.

One of the men, the only black man, untied and lifted off the ball gag from Tommy's quivering mouth, offering some much needed relief for his jaw. The relief would be shortlived, however. As soon as Tommy opened his mouth to plead with the men around him, it was filled with the big, black head of the older man's prick.

"Shh, boy… now listen. You're not gonna be a world class cocksucker on your first day, so I'll keep it simple. Just relax your throat, and try not to gag, and this will all go smoothly. Let us do all the work," the man said, sighing as he started to fuck poor unwilling Tommy in the face.

Meanwhile, the first lubed prick was lining up with little Tommy's ass crack. If he had thought that his first rape with an 8.5-inch police officer's dick had been hell, what he was about to experience was going to be a whole other level of pain and suffering. The hairy stud grunted as he began the long, slow task of filling up Tommy's tight ass with 12 inches of hard, horny, brutal muscle bear cock.

All in all, over the next few hours, Tommy would take over 60 inches of cock up his sweet ass. His throat would get it easy, for now. But poor Tommy would be in no condition to walk for the rest of the induction process. Instead, he would have to be wheeled around, naked, by the same burly captors who had fucked him in the first place. His arse would rage and burn until the next morning, but by then he'd be due for a serious session of stretching.

Although it hurt worse than anything Tommy had felt before, the anal muscles are surprisingly resilient. Over time, it would naturally heal and return to its original tightness. But the staff in the facility had no intention of allowing nature to take its course. Instead, they made it a point of pride to stretch out every inmate's asshole until it was permanently gaping. It was felt that this reinforced their status as worthless fuckholes. Poor Tommy would discover all this himself, in time.

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Next time: Tommy gets some ink and metal in the Body Modification Department, and discovers his very special sleeping arrangements as arranged by Doctor Wormwood.