Registered Sex Offender Part 3: Chip's Therapy

“How’s it going with the Stockdale kid?” Howard Benning asked. Howard was the chief honcho in charge of inmate rehabilitation in the North Carolina Department of Correction, and he had taken a particular interest in the young teen.
“We haven’t really got into any intense therapy yet,” Ed answered guardedly. “I’m still working on getting to know him.”

“I hope I don’t have to tell you what I’m expecting to do with him,” Howard said, a definite edge in his voice.
“I know,” Ed responded with a sigh. “As I’ve told you a hundred times, I just don’t know how effective any efforts will be. I’m not at all sure I can change a boy’s sexual orientation.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Howard said bluntly. “If you care as much about that kid as you say you do you’ll be wanting to get him out some day. But trust me on this, Ed, that young sex maniac is never gonna see the light of day until I’m convinced he’s a ranting, raving queer!”

“He’s only 14, and he’s not a sex maniac,” Ed repeated. “He was just one of thousands of young boys who got no guidance from his parents, no supervision. His only influence was from his older sister, and she is one sick bitch! From where I stand she’s the one who should be locked up, not him.”
“Don’t be so fuckin’ stupid, you bleeding heart,” Howard returned angrily. “Stockdale’s the one who went around knocking up all the little girls in the neighborhood. I swear if I could find a way to do it, I’d see to it that we cut off everything he’s got. He’s a fuckin’ sex offender, and the only thing we can do legally is make sure he never wants to fuck another girl. And the only way I know to do that without getting into a lot of trouble is to make him gay. Has he got involved with the other inmates yet?”

Ed sighed. “I don’t think so,” he said. “We haven’t really discussed it.”
“Then discuss it, dammit! I want you to get someone fucking his brains out, and the sooner the better.”

“He’s been raped three times since he’s been in custody,” Ed informed his boss. “I know that wasn’t a pleasant experience for him, so it could be a while before he gets to the place where he want it.”
“Get him to the place, and FAST!” Howard ordered. “If I have to, I’ll arrange for him to spend some time in an adult prison. You know the kinds of things we can do there... shock therapy, gay porn movies and subliminal messages, all that sorta shit. As pretty as he is, I’m sure there’s no shortage of adult inmates who’ll be only too pleased to help us out. If you don’t get something going pretty soon, I’ll put him where he’ll end up so limp-wristed he won’t be able to point at the sun!”
“You can’t do that,” Ed protested. “You know it’s illegal, and besides...”
“Don’t give me any of that ‘you promised’ bullshit! You know I can do it and I think you know I will. I’ll give you another month. I’d better see some results by then, or the kid will be paying a little visit to Central Prison.”

Chip was surprised to discover a light covering of very soft, very fine hair in the area surrounding Janet's genitals. The hair was soft and silky, adding to the intrigue of the adventure. He touched it. Janet groaned. "Did I hurt you?" he asked as his hand withdrew.
"No..." she panted, "Do it... touch me again... with your tongue."

Chip obeyed. Janet was lying on the bed, her legs spread so Chip could lie between them. This he did, and soon was lapping contentedly at his sister's crotch, back to her throbbing anus, returning frequently to the glorious spot that was oozing that precious fluid. "Put it in!" she whispered.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Your thingy! Put your thingy inside me."
"How?"
"Lie on top of me, and push your thingy inside me. That's why it's all hard like that."

Chip got to his knees, hunkering up in the bed so that he was up between Janet's legs. He looked down at her. She was so pretty! Even more so with no clothes on. And she smelled so good, with the perfume on her shoulders and neck, and that... that other smell coming from between her legs. He lay gently forward until he was full on top. He felt her hand grasp his aching member and manipulate it so that it was touching her. "Push!" she ordered. He pushed. "Again!" she instructed. He felt a very odd sensation, then his 'thingy' was suddenly warm. He was inside Janet!

"Rock up and down!" Janet panted as her own body began to pulsate. Chip did. The feelings from his groin were absolutely indescribable! "Yessssss! Chipeeeeee!" she hissed. Her breathing got faster, then faster still. Her mouth opened and she uttered a soft guttural choking sound as she lunged upward, causing Chip to gasp as he penetrated deeper inside her. Janet made a sound that was a combination of a whine and a muffled scream. "Ohhhhh! Chipeeeeeeee!" she moaned, and then she lay still.

Chip could feel the wetness where their bodies were joined. He withdrew slowly, reluctantly, then sank down and licked up the excess moisture. Janet was lying still, moaning softly. "JJJJeeeeeeezzzzzzzz!" she grunted. "No wonder they love to do that!" Out of the corner of his eye, Chip caught a glimpse of Julie. She was just stepping out of her panties. "My turn!" she announced.

There was no mistaking that Chip enjoyed this new game, but obviously not as much as the girls did. He loved lapping up the wonderful secretions that Janet provided in such abundance, and he loved being naked and lying on top of her. He got really good at positioning himself just right, then giving a mighty lunge and entering his full length, causing the recipient, whoever it was, to gasp with pleasure. As if by magic Chip’s bedwetting ceased, his diapers forgotten. In one single step Chip had graduated from “baby” to “Daddy.”

Julie didn't secrete nearly as much of the special juice that Chip enjoyed so much, but she made up for it by nibbling on Chip's neck while he was deep inside her, pumping with all his nine year old might to get deeper. Again, word got around quickly, and soon Chip was servicing half Janet's class.

By the time Chip was twelve and a half, his penis had started to grow. This latest phenomenon renewed once more the attraction for the horny little boy, and the girls continued to spread their legs while Chip did his best to satisfy them. Shortly after his thirteenth birthday, Chip discovered what all the fuss was about. In spite of all their games, for reasons no one will ever be able to explain, Chip had never had an orgasm.

It was Saturday morning, about nine o'clock. Mom and Dad had gone away for the whole week end, instructing Janet to take care of her brother, and Chip to obey his sister. Chip had had a soccer game Friday night, and had come home exhausted and crawled into bed without showering or even undressing. When he awoke it was still only seven, but it was Saturday, and Chip had a lot of things to do today. He snuggled down in his bed contentedly, still dressed in his shirt, jock strap, briefs and soccer shorts. He even had his socks and shin pads on, having been just too tired to remove them last night. He could smell his own body odor, but it was not unpleasant to him, just a sort of aftermath of the hard fought game of the night before.

Janet lay in her bed, completely at peace with the world. Mom and Dad wouldn't be home until Sunday night, leaving her totally in charge. They were away more and more, but Janet didn't mind, really. She could have one or two of her friends over, and she knew Chip wouldn't say anything, if he noticed at all.

Chip and Janet had not played their game for several weeks. It wasn't that they'd lost interest, but other things just took their attention. And Janet, now fifteen, knew very well that the fruits of which they had availed themselves freely were indeed forbidden. She wasn't exactly afraid of getting caught, but she did make an honest effort to find herself another boy friend; but none of the boys understood her like Chip did. He might be a little brother, but he was sweet, and he had always been good to Janet. And besides, he had one of the biggest 'thingies' in town, at least for his age. Silently she got out of bed and padded down the hall to Chip's room.

"You asleep, little brother?" Janet whispered. Chip didn't answer, but she saw his big blue eyes looking up at her, a slight smile on his face. She kissed his forehead lightly. "Can I crawl in?" she asked. Another slight nod. "M-mmmm!" she whispered, "You smell good!"
"I didn't shower last night," he explained.
"I know," she whispered back. "You smell all... uh... athletic and manly."
"Really? I thought I just smelled sweaty."
"Nope. You smell sexy, that's what!"

"Hey!" Janet exclaimed with surprise, "you still got all your clothes on!"
"Uh-huh. I was just too tired to get undressed last night."
"Would you like big sister to take them off?" She was already pulling down one of the knee socks.

Chip nodded. The other sock came off.
"Would you like to... uh... play house?"
Another nod. The red nylon shorts descended and were gone.

"Anyone ever tell you you're cute in your soccer shorts?" She asked.
Chip nodded.
"Who?"
"You," he said almost inaudibly.

Chip's hands sought and found what he was looking for: those delightful lace panties with the crotch that was always soaked. He wasn't disappointed this time. He and Janet had not been intimate for a long time, and Chip suddenly wondered why. He felt his jock strap and briefs descending as a unit, allowing his growing thing to spring free. "O-ooo!" Janet exclaimed, "I declare that thing's grown another inch!"

Chip nodded, then swung round in the bed so he could nuzzle the sweet wetness of his sister. She responded by taking his sex in her mouth and slurping noisily as Chip did the same after removing her panties. There was hair there now; rich, black hair. Chip was constantly getting it stuck between his teeth, but he didn't mind, knowing where it had come from. His own pubic hair was coming; slowly, but it was coming.

Janet had grown a fairly nice set of breasts by now, and Chip delighted in sucking them. Of course in his fantasies he was her little child, getting his nourishment at her breast. This drove Janet to new heights of desire and passion, which she expressed by running her hands all over his thin youthful body, digging her fingernails in as she drew them up his back, across his chest, through his hair and down to his groin. "Chip wanna fuck Janet?" she teased.

Chip nodded. Janet wondered if Chip had any idea how sexy she found it when he just nodded like that. He must, she reasoned, else why would he do it so much?

Janet spread her legs a little wider. Chip gave her wet patch one more slurp with his tongue, sucked once more at the opening, then took his position. "Yeah," she whispered as she felt his hot sex poking about the opening. "Just slide it on in there, Chip. It's been so long, maybe you've forgotten how."
"Uh-uh!" he responded. As if to prove he’d learned his lessons well, he began to slide into her waiting hole.

"Oh, God!" Janet exclaimed. "Does that feel good! Man, has it ever grown! That's not a thingy any more, Chip, that's a cock!" Hearing the words, feeling the response of the young woman under him, inspired Chip. He lunged forward. "It's over five inches now," he boasted.
"Yeah!" Janet acknowledged, "Five inches of pure man!"

Chip lunged again and again. He was gentle, but firm. He could feel himself sliding in and out against Janet's still underdeveloped organ. He knew she was beside herself with delight by the way she was gasping and licking at his neck, his shoulder, his ears. "Jeeeessssssusssss!" she exclaimed, "You taste so-o-o gggoooooooodddddd!"

"You too!" Chip grunted as he worked away at his task. Janet had a new perfume on, and it was as stimulating to Chip just as his musky boy odor was to Janet.

"J-jannnneeetttt!" Chip cried suddenly, "I... I-I-I f-f-feeel really funny!"
"Yessss!" Janet replied, "Do it! Fuck me, Chip! Oh, man, fuck me!" She seemed to know instinctively what was beginning to happen. She could feel Chip's aching tool begin to swell more, could feel Chip's entire body tense and shudder. "Oh, Jeezzzz! Janet!" Chip gasped, "Awwwwwkkk! Oh! Yyeeeeshhhhh!

When Chip started to come inside her, Janet felt as if she would soon explode with the sensation of the thing inside her as it swelled still more. She felt Chip's entire young frame go rigid as he thrust forward with his hips, and he was gushing his ejaculation into her body. "Yeah! Chip!" she gasped, "Oh, yeah!" She drew her knees up as far as she could, allowing Chip to penetrate still deeper. He responded by emitting a long, low breathy sound that would've been a scream if he hadn't been biting on Janet's shoulder.Chip was still now, the storm having subsided as suddenly as it had come. "J-janet," he whispered, "W-was that... a..."
"Uh-huh," Janet smiled, "You just had an orgasm, little brother. You just shot your load inside me!"

"I-I'm sorry, Jan. I didn't know..."
"Don't be sorry, it was great! Didn't you feel it coming out?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't stop it. Christ, I couldn't even breathe!"
"Uh-huh. But now comes the real fun part."
"Fun part? How could anything be better'n that?"
"You like that stuff that comes outa me, right?" Janet asked.
"Uh-huh. It's great!"

"Well, I got a feeling the stuff that comes outta you is pretty great too. So now we can clean each other up, and we'll get a mixture of your stuff and mine, all mixed in together. And that way you can suck all the stuff outta me that you put there, and I won't get pregnant."
"You sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. Wanna try it?"
"Sure."

Chip found that the fare at his particular feeding place was indeed plentiful and somewhat changed, having been modified by his own body fluids. But it was certainly no less delicious, so he lapped and sucked greedily as he lay on his back, with Janet on top grinding her pelvis into his face as she sucked on his now limp member. Soon he was ready to go again, but alas there was no ejaculation. "Don't worry," she assured him, "It'll come again, and soon you'll be doing it four or five times a day, if you like."
"Ya think so?"
"Uh-huh. Wanna call Julie?"
"Uh-huh."

Whether or not Janet really believed that her brother’s oral ministrations would really prevent pregnancy will perhaps never be known, but she had convinced her brother, who believed everything she told him, that there was absolutely no danger. Knowing that it was a necessary part of the ritual seemed to inspire him to do an extra thorough job.

"How'd it go with Ed today?" Steve asked as the two friends ate their supper.
"Not bad," was the noncommittal reply.
"Not bad? You were in there for three hours. That's a long time for 'not bad!'"
"You keeping track?"
"As a matter of fact, I am. What'd you two talk about all that time?"
"All sorts o' things."
"Like what?"
"You."

Steve looked at his friend suspiciously. It was a well known and observed rule that no one discussed their colleagues, the other inmates, with the staff. No one!

"What'd you tell him?" Steve demanded.
"Thanks."
"Thanks? Thanks for what? Jesus, I hate it when you clam up like this!"
"Thanks for these." Chip handed Steve the small box under the table.

"Jesus Christ! Condoms?" Steve exclaimed.
"Funny," Chip teased, "that's what I thought they were too."
"What the fuck... what'd you two talk about?"
"I already told you: YOU!"

"Let's not go around that mill again, okay? What the hell's goin' on?"
"Nothin', yet."
"But..."
"But what?" Chip said. They had both stopped eating, their eyes locked across the table: the bright blue eyes of a blonde white boy, and the dark brown of the black. "I just told Ed," Chip said almost in a whisper, "that I thought you were one great looking spook! So he said, what was I waitin' for?"

Steve's mouth went dry. He could hardly catch his breath. "Does that mean," he said with a very slight grin, "if I were to come callin' tonight, after lights out, that I might not waste a trip?"
"Could be," Chip observed. "Perhaps you oughta try it and see. You never can tell. I gotta pay my insurance sooner or later."
"I'll be there," Steve promised. "You be sure and be home."
"I got nowhere to go. But we better finish our supper, cause we might need it."

The evening hours dragged on endlessly for two young kids in Polk Youth Center. Immediately after supper they went out to shoot a few baskets, but neither could get interested. There was a meeting put on by a local church, with singing and treats, but that had no attraction for the two friends tonight. There was a movie in the rec center, so they decided to attend that, since they didn't come along that often.

Steve sat looking at the movie screen but not seeing it. What had this new white kid done to him? Steve had never before been attracted to another male, nor a female for that matter. Let's face it: Steve had hardly given two thoughts to sex in his entire life! When he first came into the prison, he had been raped repeatedly until he felt like a punch board; but since he'd learned the ropes, he'd learned to dance and sidestep to avoid his suitors - most of the time. But a white boy!

Steve had never spent more than half an hour with a white person in his life. Not that he disliked them, really, although the neighborhood where he'd lived most of his life certainly didn't waste any love on them. But they were just not a part of Steve's world, and he felt no particular void. But when this little white kid had arrived, even smaller than Steve was, Steve knew instantly that he needed help, and that he, Steve, would be the one to help him. He tried to tell himself that it was none of his concern, that this new kid would learn the same as he'd done, but it was no use. So he had given him advice, the benefit of his experience, his cigarettes; and now he was about to give him his last remaining asset: himself!

But the dryness in his throat, his trembling hands, his shortness of breath and stomach butterflies were not from anxiety or dread; they were from anxious anticipation. Steve wanted that little white kid, and he wanted him bad! Finally he got up and left, muttering to Chip as he went "I'll see ya later. This movie's no fuckin' good."

Chip sat and watched Steve as he rose and left. It was all he could do not to reach up and slip a little feel, or perhaps a big feel, as he walked by. He would be seen by others, of course, but that would only serve to enhance what they were trying to do anyway. Or at least what Steve was trying to do.

Chip's motives were, he knew now, quite different from Steve's. He found his black friend incredibly attractive, and had done since the first time they'd met. He had fought it, suppressed it, denied it, all to no avail. How could he be in prison for fucking half the girls in his sister's class, impregnating four, one of whom was only twelve, and still be attracted to... a black boy? When Ed had first begun encouraging him to get intimate with Steve, Chip had been horrified! It was very obvious to him that Ed was trying to turn him into a fag, and Chip didn’t appreciate it in the least. What he didn’t know was that Ed had indeed discovered over his years as teen counselor, teen PRISON counselor, was that kids who had meaningful, more or less stable relationships, were much more content, much easier to deal with than those who just took or gave to anyone who came along. Ed had taken a liking to Chip, cared about him; and having been sexually active since he was a small boy, Ed knew it was only a matter of time until Chip discovered the alternative, and he wanted the boy to be as safe as possible.

Even if he hadn’t taken the initiative, Ed had received orders to get Chip into a relationship if he possibly could. Those who controlled Ed’s activities wanted the 14 year old rapist to be as queer as a three dollar bill by the time he was released, and that reasoning didn’t go down well with Ed. He had even considered refusing to do such a thing on general principle, but he knew it would mean his job. And it wouldn’t help Chip at all. It wasn’t that Ed had anything against Gays, because he didn’t. But he didn’t believe in trying to MAKE someone gay any more than he believed in trying to “cure” a gay and make him straight. In actual fact he wasn’t at all sure one’s basic orientation could be influenced anyway; but teens in prison all over the world provided ample proof that one’s behavior COULD be influenced. He was concerned about Chip’s already damaged self esteem, but right now what he’d done still seemed the best of a bunch of bad alternatives.

Chip still wasn't nearly as educated and experienced as he'd thought. He had never heard the term 'bisexual,' had never considered the prospect that one might be attracted to a fellow human of either gender equally. But what he felt at this moment was certainly undeniable. When he had made his intentions clear at supper by inviting Steve into his bed, Chip had felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders; a weight he hadn't even known was there. He had expected to feel depressed that he'd finally given in, but what he felt was relief. He'd anticipated a feeling of sadness that he had come to this, but what he felt was overwhelming excitement that he and Steve had come together, even in this less than ideal situation.

And right now, about halfway through the movie, Chip had a sudden need to be close to Steve. It was still two hours till lights out, but that didn't matter right now. It was not Steve's body he needed right now, it was his aura; his strangely arousing body odor; his company! Chip got up and left the movie.

"I thought I'd find you here," Chip said as he came up behind Steve. The wanderings of the inmates was pretty restricted after dark, but there was one corner of the compound, traveled by few, where the boys could come unimpeded. Here they were allowed to stand at the fence and look out at the world, smoke if they wanted, or talk quietly in pairs or small groups. And here Chip and Steve came often to smoke, talk, or just look longingly out at traffic rushing by on the street outside.

"I'm really restless tonight," Chip observed as he lit up.
"Yeah," Steve agreed, "me too."
"Hear from your mom lately?"
"Yeah. Warden sent me a note today. She's comin' to visit on Sunday."
"That's great. You nervous?"
"No, not really. But if it's nice, we'll be in the yard. You can visit with her too, if you like."
"Sure, that'd be great. Thanks."

"You hear from your sister?"
"Nope. Just that letter last week, saying she's still tryin' to get permission to come visit."
"Hear from your folks?"
"Nope. I won't either. And even if I do, I don't care."

There seemed nothing more to say, so the boys just stood and smoked. Each time one of them finished a cigarette, he lit another. "Sure is a nice night," Steve observed. The better to make love to you, he thought to himself.
"Sure is," Chip agreed. But not as nice as you!

"Stevie," Chip said suddenly, "I..."
"Yes?" Steve answered.
"Uh... nothin'. I guess I'm gonna go in to bed. If I stay here much longer I'll smoke myself to death." And tear your clothes off you and rape you!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Guess I'll go too, before I go nuts..." With desire for your hot white body!
"See ya later?" So's I can eat out your beautiful hot black ass!
"Uh-huh." Count on it, baby! I'm gonna show you some REAL lovin'!

Chip lay on his cot, staring up to the ceiling. Some of the kids were playing cards noisily, clad only in their skivvies. He looked at them casually, then more intently. He was searching for signs of desire, but there were none. He thought of the group showers the boys took every morning, where he could see all the male bodies he wanted; but they did nothing for him, nothing at all. But when Steve showed up, well, that was a different matter. When Steve showed up, naked or fully clothed, Chip took notice! He noticed Steve enter the dorm and walk to his bunk. His heart was beating faster. He turned his attention to the card game, now breaking up.

"How about it, sweet cheeks," Lenny's voice startled Chip as a black hand slid under the covers and down his torso, "Is tonight our night?"
"Forget it," Chip ordered and brushed the hand away. "I already told ya, I'm taken."
"Yeah? Ain't nobody seen ya do anything but talk, and talk's cheap."
"Maybe you just haven't been watching at the right time."
"Maybe there hasn't been a right time."
"Maybe not. But then again, maybe you just gotta look a little harder. Maybe if you were to take the trouble to watch tonight, you might learn something."

After Lenny left, Chip tried to catch a glimpse of Steve at his bunk, but Steve was already in bed. Chip was even more aroused now. He knew that his exchange with Lenny would result in lots of eyes on his cot tonight, and the thoughts of being seen making love to one so attractive was an incredible turn-on. He also knew that if nothing happened, he would in all likelihood be raped before morning.

Lots of the boys were preparing for bed now. Chip marvelled at the amount of activity that went on, presumably undetected, after lights out. Guys moved about the dorm freely, hopping in and out of bed with their chosen lovers; those who didn't have a steady were raped repeatedly; Scores were settled with beatings, even the odd knifing. And all this, right under the noses of the guards. No one really believed that the staff were unaware of the goings-on, but they were secure in the knowledge that as long as they kept the noise down, they would not be disturbed.

Chip's heart skipped a beat when the whistle sounded lights out. One by one the few remaining boys dropped to their cots, then the lights were extinguished, plunging them all into darkness. Now they had fifteen minutes to wait for bed check, and then...

When the guard walked silently into the dorm, flashlight in hand, the nightly game began. He walked from cot to cot, shining his light in each face. Every boy was apparently asleep, putting on his best most angelic little boy face; but in fact few, if any, were even remotely sleepy. They all played the game and the staff knew it, but it really wasn't important. What was important was that there was one, and only one, face on each pillow. Moments after each face was illuminated, its owner raised his head and watched as the check progressed. When the flashlight brandishing guard exited the room and closed the door, the regular night activities began.

Chip was beginning to think Stevie had changed his mind when, after ten minutes, he still hadn't shown. He was disappointed, but at the same time relieved as he snuggled into the cot and prepared for sleep.

"Hey, Honkie!" someone whispered.
"Hey, Spook!" Chip answered as he looked up to see Steve standing over him.
"Suppose a lonely spook could get warm?"
"The one I'm lookin' at is plenty hot already. But c'mon in, and we'll see what we can do."

To be continued...