The next couple of days were excruciating for Kevin. He was kept in his small cell when not appearing in court and for an hour each day, when he was led to a small yard for exercising and a shower afterwards. During these hours he was not allowed to wear any clothes, even though other detainees all wore their shorts. When he complained about it one of the guards shrugged and spoke.
-Well since you are always horny and leaking it would be a waste of time since they wouldn’t really cover anything and need washing every day.
Steve tried to challenge this, but there were guidelines stating that only one pair of shorts were provided and changed once a week. Kevin and Steve reluctantly decided not to continue making a fuzz about this, since he really needed the shorts for court!
But worst of all was that Kevins horniness just seemed to increase every day. He invariably woke up in the morning covered in cum from wet dreams during the night. And still he needed to rub one out before anything else. Since the guards monitored his cell, they saw to it that they always opened the door just as he got close to releasing, thus delivering his breakfast tray as he was spraying himself with cum.
-You are a perverted little cunt, aren’t you? Was probably the nicest thing said to him at these events.
But this was not enough! Within an hour or so his cock was yet again straining and his balls churning with a new load. He quickly learnt that he shouldn’t postpone taking care of it, usually by sitting backwards on the toilet and trying to aim for under the rim by bending forward, thus giving one of the cameras an excellent view of his parted buttocks and his slowly healing hole clenching rhythmically as he sprayed his load!
The pretrial motions were quickly dispensed with, most all of them went the way of the prosecution’s requests. The day of jury selection came, and Kevin was led into the courtroom, dressed as before. He could already feel his balls filling up, even though he had had time to rub one out. His balls were now permanently the size of lemons, and he could swear that his cock was also getting fatter and slightly longer what with the constant hardon of varying degrees he had.
-All rise. The Honorable Judge Crest presiding. The bailiff announced.
Kevin stood beside Steve; they had managed to allow him not to be cuffed during the proceedings. Steve was dressed in a dark, smart, three-piece suit. Kevin in his tight t-shirt and too small shorts looked even more degraded than before. He had given up on trying to do something about his package, now his cock was semi-hard and pointing slightly downward, his foreskin was permanently stuck behind the corona, making his head more bloated and darker colored. His balls were seen moving around in his nutsack like they were trying to escape their confines.
Kevin and Steve had decided that he needed to be slightly more body groomed in an attempt to minimize contrasts. Kevins nutsack was still completely denuded, but they had also trimmed down the thatch over his cock so that only a small square was left just above his cockroot, making it less obvious how low riding the shorts were, or at least they hoped so! His back and butt cheeks were also cleanshaven and, after some disagreement, Kevin had reluctantly agreed to shave his asscrack also. Steve had argued that if they at any point got a hearing about the rape and abuse, it was important that it was possible to see his ass and not get distracted by hair.
-We start jury selection today, the judge intoned. I will not be party to any aggressive questioning and will remind both parties that you have five vetoes each. In the end we will have twelve jurors and three reserves. Be seated.
The jury selection was slow, it was important to hold out the five vetoes as long as possible, so questioning each individual took time. Kevin started to drift a bit, mostly because he felt his cock now starting to really fill up and was soon poking at the underside of the table at which he was seated. This was captured nicely by two cameras aimed at the defendant and broadcasted online. He could feel the precum start to drip more aggressively and knew this was not going to hold up!
-Steve, he whispered. I seriously need to go to the bathroom.
-Can’t you hold it in a little bit longer? We should have a break coming up after the next juror.
Kevin pushed his chair back a little bit, Steves eyebrows took a flight upwards!
-Man, you are almost too much, how can you be horny from sitting in court?
-I really don’t know, it is out of control. Steve, I have to release like six or seven times a day. Kevin mumbled.
-Your Honor, Steve stood up, we have the need for a short break for consultations.
- Can’t it wait?
-No, I’m afraid we need it now.
-Very well, fifteen-minute break.
-Please rise, the bailiff said as the judge stood up.
Kevin stood, his cock caught on the edge of the table and was pressed down and then slapped upwards as he stood. A small dribble was splashed over the table. Everyone in the courtroom was stunned, and then the murmuring started.
-My God, Kevin, you are killing us here! Steve said.
Kevin and Steve adjourned to a small chamber set aside for the defendant. Unfortunately, there was no bathroom attached to the room.
-I’m sorry Steve, I really must. Kevin looked imploringly at his attorney.
-I have some tissue in my bag, here take them, and get to it, I´ll turn the other way. Steve said and moved his chair around facing the door through which they had entered.
Kevin moved to the far corner of the room, already stroking his cock. He figured there was no need to remove his shorts since his cock was hanging outside anyway. He started stroking his cock with one hand, while pulling on his nutsack with the other. He couldn’t help groaning from the feeling of pleasure he was deriving. The squelching sounds increased with the amount of precum he produced and smeared all over his cock. He felt his balls start to contract and tried to aim the head of his cock towards the tissue he had arranged on the table in front of him. But as usual nowadays, the amount of cum, and the force of its expulsion, took him by surprise. The arches went all over the table, and the tissue was inadequate to start with!
-Are you done? Steve asked with a slightly strained voice.
-Yes, but there is a mess I can’t do anything about. Kevin mumbled.
Steve stood up and turned around. The bulge in his pants was evident and there was even a small wet spot forming on the left side of the crotch. He couldn’t hide his gasp when he saw the amount of cum coating the table, and in front of it Kevin, with his hand around his still hard cock, the head even bigger than before with a pisslit that still oozed cum onto the drenched tissue in front of him.
-Man, I don’t know what to do, Steve fretted. We have like five minutes before they will call us back in! He took a minute to think things through.
-Ok, you need to clean yourself now! Lick your fingers and swipe any cum on you and lick it off. I will take off my underwear, and we will use them to try and swipe as much as possible from the table otherwise some asshole is going to post photos of this mess online!
Kevin started licking his fingers and hand free from cum, milking his cock to get as much out of it as possible. This had the unfortunate side effects of edging him to continue having an almost total hardon.
In the meantime, Steve removed his shoes and pulled down his pants. Taking off his black boxershorts, his semierect cock spilled out, while not as impressive as Kevins, it was still pushing close to ten inches when hard, but now maybe closer to six. It was obvious from what showed through the shirttails that he was completely hairless around his cock.
He started wiping the table with his boxers, but since they were small and not really soaking up any due to the material, it was soon evident this would not do. Steve growled, and started pulling his shirt off, taking the undershirt and started wiping the table harder with it. This seemed to do the trick.
-Four minutes left, the door suddenly opened and one of the guards looked in. Behind him could be seen a couple of other people looking in the direction of the door. He chose to open it slightly wider.
From outside the field of vision was excruciating for Steve and Kevin. In front of the table Steve was bending over, swiping the table, dressed in his socks and nothing else. His buttocks were slightly parted, and his hole could be glimpsed before he straightened up. He was completely hairless from neck to socks!
Kevin was facing the door, he had two fingers in his mouth and was squeezing his cock with the other hand, so that the pisslit opened and released another dollop of cum clearly seen slowly dripping to the table.
-Close the door! Steve yelped.
-Fun times are soon over, the guard smirked, closing the door.
Steve and Kevin looked at each other shame in their eyes both blushing.
-I saw them filming, Kevin whispered. I’m sorry Steve.
-Ok it is what it is, Steve started dressing again, minus the clothes he had used for wiping. When done he couldn’t help but look slightly more disheveled than he had before. He folded the clothes neatly and placed them in his briefcase.
-Time to get on Kevin, he turned around and walked to the door. Kevin followed him around the table, his cock still obviously aroused and still a slight dampness around the slit that he tried to wipe off one last time before the door was opened.
Outside there were reporters and spectators.
-Are you secret lovers?
-Have you fucked your attorney?
-Do you use the courts time to have sex?
The questions kept coming as they pushed through and into the courtroom again. At the front, the prosecution team was already seated.
-Having a good time, one of the assistants asked with a sarcastic smile.
Coming down the aisle, Steve could be clearly seen going commando, since his trousers were a bit loose and his cock still slightly swollen, it was swinging clearly with every step. Behind him Kevin was obviously hot and bothered still from his jerk-off session and the embarrassment of having had to do it in front of Steve and seen by all when the door opened. His cock and balls were making slight slapping sounds as he walks up to his chair and sat down.
-All rise.
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