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By Sunday morning it was time for the boys to head to the airport and return to school. Back in their dorm finally, the two boys talked about the weekend, and their concerns about the investigation. They felt reasonably safe. They were far away from their hometown, and the local authorities couldn't do anything to them. They were still 18, and could be sent back to Pine Creek for another two years, but the cops would really have to pull some shit to find something to lock up two outstanding students. They worried more for their younger brothers, and any of the other guys they'd known in jail who could get caught up. The men they had met with said the investigation could take a long time, and they knew they'd be nervous until it was done.
For the next week the sailors spent in DC, before Paul and Steven traveled to Pine Creek and the rest returned to training, the sailors would fuck Paul and Steven every chance they got. They even got some Marines and others billeted at the Barracks in on the action. Paul and Steven couldn't believe what had happened. Overnight they had gone from studly young warriors into fucktoys for other men. They put it all down in their heads to preparing for their mission, but each secretly began to crave dick when they weren't being stuffed. The feeling of being taken by another man, and giving him so much pleasure that he shot off in your ass was intoxicating for both of them. When they were working out or doing chores around the barracks, the boys felt empty. They were fucked so much that there was pretty much constant cum leakage from their abused holes.
The fun came to an end when the boys were summoned by their commander and some of the investigators. Paul and Steven had pretty much been confined to the barracks and had worn only workout clothes the whole time, since their only activities were eating, working out twice a day, and having nearly constant sex with eachother, their unit mates, and pretty much any sailor or marine in the barracks who wanted a juicy piece of boy ass or mouth. Now, as both boys pulled on their tight, cheek-parting white uniform pants, they felt the constriction of clothing again. Both of them had grown since first being fitted for their uniforms, and the trousers rode right into their cracks, and displayed their genitals grossly. By the time the boys were leaving the barracks, both had wet spots forming on their pants where their assholes were leaking cum. They had both been fucked about a half dozen times already that day.
Their commander told them he had been hearing stories from the barracks, and was glad the boys had been preparing themselves and had thrown so much into their mission. However, they needed to stop taking it in the butt so they would appear to be normal teen boys with virgin back passages. They would be traveling to Pine Creek in a few days, as soon as the paper work was sorted out. Afterwards, the commander had a corpsman examine both boys. As the two leaned over the desk with their pants around their ankles, they sighed softly as the medic began to poke around their anuses. He said that both were in good shape and should tighten up enough in the next few days that a layman wouldn't be able to tell they weren't virgins. Since they'd only been getting fucked for a week, there wasn't any muscle change in their asses. He did however tell them they had to practice pretending they still had an anal reflex. He told them that boys who hadn't been anally penetrated automatically tensed up their sphincters when they were touched. Theirs had actually opened, inviting his finger in. He said they had to practice with eachother flinching and closing their asses when they were touched, to give the staff at Pine Creek the impression they were virgins back there.
The sailor boys had been gone a few hours by the time they got back to the barracks, and there was a group of horny young men waiting in their rooms. They sadly informed them that there could be no more ass fucking, but that their mouths were open for business. Both boys sucked out at least a dozen loads each over the rest of the afternoon and evening. They hadn't done too much sucking before, but both found it awesome to give a man suck pleasure with his mouth, and to feel the awesome power of his orgasm inside their heads. The boys took breaks to check out eachother's asses, lightly prodding them and practicing clenching their buttholes. A few days later they were on a plane with a few of the investigators heading toward Pine Creek.
The setup the investigators had come up with was fairly simple. They had been entered into the justice system as cousins who had been convicted of a crime out of state, but who were now under the guardianship of their grandmother who lived in one of the counties served by Pine Creek. In such a situation, it would be routine for them to serve their sentence there. Pine Creek, as a for-profit juvenile lockup, welcomed such inmates because the sentencing jurisdiction had to pay greater rates per day for their detention. The nearest major airport to Pine Creek was in the next state over, so the boys and the agents staged at a motel there. On the day they were to go to Pine Creek, the boys dressed in jumpsuits the investigators brought that matched those worn in the county their records said they had been convicted in. Keeping with detail, the agents told them that at that jail, underwear was not permitted, so the boys pulled the bright yellow jumpsuits over their taught smooth naked bodies.
Both immediately sprang erections from the coarse material and seam rubbing the heads of the dicks, and because they hadn't gotten off in a day and a half, after a week of cumming almost constantly. The investigators had talked to the state police in the state they were in and gotten a van and an officer to drive the boys to Pine Creek. They still hadn't told any officials in the state where Pine Creek was located about the investigation. The police officer brought an extra uniform, so one of the agents could accompany him and the boys. They went over emergency procedures including the collect number and signal word the boys could use if they were in danger. One word meant it wasn't immediate danger, and that the investigators should get them released, the other meant imminent danger that would trigger a raid of Pine Creek.
The four drove in the van the several hours to Pine Creek. A few miles away, they pulled off the road into a wooded area and put waist chains with handcuffs on the boys, and ankle shackles. Feeling scared for the first time, the Paul and Steven rode in silence for the last 15 minutes before they pulled up in front of the dreary building. Getting uneasily out of the van, the boys were grabbed by Pine Creek COs and hauled into the room next to the garage. The CO pulled out two pairs of cuffs, and locked each boy to a ring in the wall, connected by his waist chain. The COs and the trooper and investigator from DC traded paperwork and signatures for 15 minutes while the boys watched from their positions chained to the wall.
When they finished the CO said to the trooper that he probably needed his cuffs back, which the trooper replied he did. The CO uncuffed the boys, who stood nervously, rubbing their wrists. "Get those fucking jumpsuits off, I ain't re-cuffing you for your intake search." The boys started to unbutton the fronts of their jumpsuits, revealing their perfectly smooth and defined chests, and their large nipples, erect from the cold. The loose jumpsuits sort of fell and slid off their shoulders bunching around their legs. The boys, their large dicks now showing, stepped out of the pile of clothing and the CO bent to pick them up. Handing all the cuffs, waist chains, and leg cuffs to the trooper along with the jumps, he moved to re-cuff the boys. He cuffed them with their hands in front, and added a second pair of cuffs onto each boy's wrist chain, which he reconnected to the ring in the wall.
The CO tried to make small talk with the trooper and the investigator. He told them how he had been a banker before joining Pine Creek, that he had wanted to be a cop, but the hours and benefits at Pine Creek were better. The investigator was thinking to himself that this guy must be one of the perverts who left good jobs to come work at Pine Creek and abuse boys. He knew these private jail guards made basically minimum wage with no benefits, and here this guy was trying to be all buddy buddy with them and act like a colleague. The investigator, now ill to his stomach and worried about Paul and Steven, made an excuse about having to get back to their duties, and started to leave. As soon as they left the intake room and the door closed, the CO started toward the boys.