Shane paced nervously back and forth in the sparsely decorated cell room he’d been led to following the halt of his assessment. He was dressed in the uniform that had been provided to him, a black jocktrap, grey jogging bottoms and white socks only. It had been explained by the guard that all of the boys wore this and trainers and T-shirts were prohibited. He paused and looked at the clock on his wall “18:58” two minutes until he was to be taken for further “processing”. Shane sighed deeply and sat on the hard bed, his hand plunging beneath his waistband and attempting to rearrange his junk still painfully restrained within its metal cage. It was useless, the device was too tight and just became more uncomfortable with the passing time.
A heavy clunk in the door startled Shane and his hand shot back to his side. The guard entered and gave Shane a sinister grin, “Stand boy!” He commanded. Shane did as he was told, standing up but looking at the floor, not wanting to meet the guards eye. The tall guard chuckled at the meekness of the boy before him, such fire and defiance he had shown just hours before but now progress was being made rapidly. He grasped Shane’s arm tightly and marched him from the room. The two walking in silence through the corridors of doorways and security doors, eventually arriving at the door of professor Merton’s Office and private chambers. The guard knocked, and the door quickly swung open revealing Mr Kirk who quickly ushered Shane and his chaperone inside.
Shane was manoeuvred into an office space, where Kirk advised the guard to remain and took Shane through to another room. As they entered Shane allowed himself to glance around. An exact replica of the examination table Shane had been on before stood in the middle of the room, to the side Merton and another grey haired man sat on a leather sofa talking. Kirk cleared his throat and announced “Shane here for the rest of his induction”. The professor and his associate broke off their conversation and turned their attention to the chav arrival. Merton stood and approached, “Good to see you again, Shane” he smiled. Shane looked up as the older prof continued, “this is Judge Booth” he continued, gesturing towards the unknown man. “He will be presiding over the case for your continued remand here tomorrow, and has asked to be present for this section of your assessment”.
Shane looked at Merton puzzled “eh, what? So I can get out?” He replied with hope. Merton stepped forward until he was just in front of Shane. “Everything is above board here Boy, we have 24hrs to assess you and then a judge must rule whether you should be released.” Replied Merton. “Now, remove your trousers and lay down on the table.” He ordered.
Reluctant, but newly relieved he would have a chance of freedom, Shane slipped the grey sweatpants down. The cold metal of the exam table causing a shudder against the exposed arse his jockstrap caused as he did as instructed. Mr Kirk obediently placed Shane’s socked feet into stirrups as before and secured the chav with straps - an easier task given Shane’s depleted resistance.
Professor Merton ran his fingers through the restrained lads hair. Before turning to the still silent judge “Please have the initial evaluation, your honor.” He ordered, beckoning the man to stand.
The portly judge stood and walked to the end of Shane’s table. Still not speaking a word the balding man pressed his nose into the sole of Shane’s socked left foot, causing the boy to strain against his restraints. Grasping the sock from the toes, the judge pulled it free, revealing the soft sole and perfect toes of the tied chav before him. Shane winced as his newest tormentor sucked enthusiastically on his big toe. “Mmmm… quite right.” Came the first comment from the judge as he continued to enjoy Shane’s delicious feet.
Shane’s glimmer of hope faded as he quickly realised this “judge” was the same as all the others. This thought was quickly surpassed by panic, as Merton pulled Shane’s jock down to his knees, revealing his caged dick and heavy balls to the three onlookers. The judge’s attention was immediately drawn away from the foot, his gaze landing on Shane’s impressive package.
An equally entranced Kirk wasted no time in unlocking the cage despite Shane’s constant thrashing against his bonds. The thick imposing pole of the chav appeared to grow down Shane’s leg, enjoying its newfound freedom. The three men, salivating moved towards its hypnotic sight.
Shane winced as both Merton and the judge began to gently rub their fingertips over his shaft and balls. Tenderly they caressed him, enjoying the gentle way they could torment their straight chav, gradually bringing him to full erection. Kirk shoved Shane’s sock into the chavs complaining mouth, before sitting and pulling out his own dick and wanking to the scene before him. Before Shane could even begin to feel the disgust at this, a new sensation threw him. A warm, wet feeling dripped onto his exposed bellend, and straining to see Shane realised both guys were drooling saliva onto his traitorous member - rigid despite his best efforts.
The professor grasped Shane’s slick cock and began to playfully pump the boy’s length. Shane’s muffled protests did nothing to stop his horny teenage body, and soon a bead of precum gathered at his tortured slit. A silent nod between Merton and the judge went unnoticed. But suddenly Shane felt the warmth of a mouth engulfing his cock head. Looking down, Shane saw the judge pull his mouth away from his member with a *pop*. With a sinister wink, the man gently licked the remaining liquid from Shane’s leaking cock.
Stepping back the Judge freed his own chode from his trousers and moved towards Shane’s feet. Merton’s pumping of Shane intensified, “time to produce us a sample Shane my boy… my friend here is going to have some relief with your feet… who knows it may help your case”. Shane shut his eyes as the old guy freed his feet and positioned his wrinkly dick between them.
