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Chapter 2 - in which Tommy is branded and begins a programme of nighttime treatment.
Tommy's "welcome" party had arranged in order of size such that each man's dick was longer than the last; each could say that they had fucked the sobbing boy deeper than before. For Tommy, it was sheer, brutal agony. He could feel every throbbing inch of manly cock raping his tight hole with acute sensitivity. The pain was worse than he could have imagined, with each veiny prick stretching his hole painfully wide before depositing its sticky load.
Which was to say nothing of the face fucking he was forced to endure. As the men around him grew increasingly impatient, the fucking became faster and deeper. Tommy's jaw ached from the pressure and his throat throbbed with every punishing thrust. The smells and taste of pricksweat filled his mouth and nostrils and the boy nearly threw up on several occasions.
Eventually it was all just too much for Tommy and he felt reality fading as he blacked out. The men around him continued to fuck his unconscious body for some time before finally losing interest and moving him on. Tommy was left to be wheeled into the final room of his induction.
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Tommy came to some time later with a vicious slap to the face. He found himself in bondage again, this time in a tall black leather chair. Ropes restrained his joints while leaving most of his body exposed. Tommy looked up to see another menacing man gazing down at him.
This was Boxer, one of the tattoo and piercing experts at the correctional facility. The higher-ups had decided long ago that each new inmate was to be branded in unique and humiliating ways. Boxer was not appreciative of his job, being an artist at heart, but many years ago he'd drank too much and fucked some crybaby college kid, so he'd been forced to accept a role in a correctional facility. While Tommy had been sleeping, the man had been drawing up some ideas for his captive canvas, and had set up the camera equipment. He thought it was best not to mention to the boy that he was filming the entire procedure.
Tommy was shivering in his chair. His ass was still incredibly sore and leaking man juices. He felt sick and dirty. He wondered if he would ever be able to feel clean again. Little did he know he was about to receive some very permanent body decorations which would make that difficult.
Boxer would have been obviously a tattoo artist, or at the very least a skinhead, in the general population, but to be fair to Tommy he was not wildly different from many of the staff members the boy had encountered so far. A leather vest and chaps covered the man's intricately inked body. The vest was open in the middle and Tommy could see all over the man's bulging chest and abs. Boxer was clearly a fan of violent, gothic, and sexual imagery as it adorned every inch of his back and torso, as well as the sleeves across most of his arms.
Once the man was satisfied that Tommy was awake he moved back to a table where he was working on something. While working he spoke to the boy in deep growls.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you. Fall unconscious, I mean. The doctor said to make sure you were lucid for the whole experience. And you don't want to show these men any signs of weakness. Take it from somebody who's seen a lot of kids like yoi." Boxer had finished prepping the needle he was about to use. As he turned walked towards Tommy, the boy broke into a cold sweat.
Tommy was deathly afraid of needles. The last time he had taken a medical jab at school he had fainted in front of the entire class. That had been years ago, but the experience still haunted him. He absolutely could not imagine getting a piercing, let alone a tattoo. But now he suddenly realised that he was sitting, naked and strapped down, about to be pierced and marked, forever. He began to shake more violently as tears rolled down his face. The camera caught the pained expression on the boy's face as he felt his body become paralysed with fear.
The poor boy had to close his eyes while Boxer quickly pierced the trembling nipples and slotted in some small studs. Tommy might have to upgrade after a few months to a ring, but this would do for now. The pain was sudden and fierce, but it was over mercifully quickly. Tommy was still shaking but nervously opened his eyes. He was able to watch as Boxer readied the tattoo equipment.
There's something incredibly invasive about body branding. Boxer was more interested in tattoos with artistic depth, but even he had to admit to a perverse thrill in permanently marring a vulnerable body.
First on the agenda was the word "FAGGOT" emblazoned across the boy's stomach. No, it wasn't very subtle, but Boxer was under orders to make the most humiliating tattoos he could think of. This tattoo would make it impossible for Tommy to ever take his shirt off in public in the unlikely event he escaped the facility or received a pardon. The boy would be arrested quickly for public obscenity. He also tattooed "CUMDUMP" and "COCK SLUT" across the inside of the boy's lower arms, down to his wrists. A black and white outline of a leather-bound muscleman was tattooed across he boy's slim chest along with instructions to "DISCIPLINE ME". Finally, Tommy's lower back had a small "STRETCH ME" message inked above the arse crack, a message that would no doubt amuse the anal trainer Tommy would be meeting later.
For his part, Tommy spent the entire procedure trying to remain calm and still and not to hyperventilate. The tears started to flow when he saw the first message emblazoned across his abdomen, but continued to flow for the rest of the procedure. By the end, Tommy was a snivelling wreck. The teenage boy's suffering was giving Boxer a raging stiffy, but he was a professional, and kept to his work. When the tattoo on his back was finished, Tommy had hoped that this marathon inking session was over.
But that was not the case. Tommy watched in horror as Boxer approached the boy's head. As the tattooing device touched Tommy's forehead, it became too much for him. Little Tommy fainted on the spot, for the second time that day. Boxer decided to spare him any further suffering and tattooed the word "FUCKHOLE" onto Tommy's forehead in permanent black ink while he was unconscious.
It turned out to be a little too much for Boxer as well. As soon as he finished his job, he reached into his pants and pulled out his own pierced prick. Furiously, he jerked off his aching hardon, another monstrously huge organ, partly for the benefit of the camera but mostly to satiate his raging randiness. The sight of the poor boy, strapped down, unconscious, his body thoroughly defiled, was intensely erotic to the perverted artist. He fired his load all over the boy's peaceful, but now forever obscene, face and forehead. With a sigh of pleasure, Boxer starting collecting the dripping spunk off the sleeping boy's face and feeding it down his throat with his fingers. When the man was satisfied, he switched off the recording equipment, and washed Tommy down.
Were Tommy to ever get out of the facility, he would be considered obscene unless he wore the most conservative clothing possible. Long sleeved shirt, long jeans, and a hat that covered his forehead. The only skin he could afford to show was his face, hands, and feet. But he could worry about that problem when (if) he came to it.
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When Tommy woke up, he found himself in a small, dark room. He realised he was in a loose, spread-eagled bondage position on a mattress. Tommy had a splitting headache from stress and the throbbing pain of the tattoo on his forehead. His nipples, arms, legs, stomach, and asshole ached as well. Tommy's whole body was feeling a sense of low, persistent pain, but at least he was comfortable and not as tightly bound as he had been before. He felt completely exhausted.
Above his head a TV switched on. It was playing silent gay porn in which the young bottom was being brutally fucked by a series of larger men, and loving it.
Two men opened the door to the room and stepped in. They didn't say a word, but they brought a large set of headphones and placed it onto Tommy's protesting head, strapping it on so that Tommy could not shake it off. They plugged in the headphones into a nearby console and dialled up the volume to maximum. Tommy could suddenly hear every thrust, grunt, and scream of the porno, amplified into his ears. It wasn't loud enough to be painful, but loud enough to prevent the boy from ever falling asleep.
Tommy started to plead with the staff to let him go and switch it off, when he felt a small prick in his arm. One of the staff was injecting something into him. Tommy started protesting louder as the staff finished and left the room.
This was Tommy's nighttime "treatment".
Dr. Wormwood enjoyed subjecting the inmates to occasional sleep deprivation. The adult human body is fairly resilient to a lack of sleep. Tommy might feel terrible, he might even hallucinate and think he was dying, but a little bit of rest and he would more or less recover to normal. The doctor did sometimes fantasise about the possibility of subjecting a single inmate to sleep deprivation and torture, 24/7, for weeks on end, until their heart gave out. Just to get a clearer idea of the limits of human tolerance. And a little bit for kicks.
Wormwood was not a psychologically healthy individual. Working at a correctional facility was not helping.
The rationale behind Tommy's "treatment" went as follows: Wormwood wanted to "cure" the boy of homosexuality by pairing the gay porn with the pain and discomfort of the cruelly spiked chastity device. In order to make sure that Tommy was awake and aroused, he had injected the boy with a mixture of testosterone, stimulants, and a large dose of sildenafil (viagra). The theory was that the association between arousal and pain would override the association of gay sex with arousal.
Of course, since Tommy was actually straight, the treatment was creating a previously absent association with gay sex and arousal, despite the pain of the device. Over time, being trapped in an all-male environment of sexual tortures would transform the previously straight Tommy into the depraved homosexual that he was originally accused of being. He would either learn to find a perverse thrill in the tortures he endured, or continue to suffer indefinitely.
For now, poor Tommy could only try and get some rest while enduring the agony in his crotch and desperately try to quell his unwanted erection.
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