After two months or maybe more of being a school linen service towel- Chad had no real way to keep track of time- Chad ended up delivered to Juvenile Hall. He was in the dark 90% of the time: clean folded and stacked or at the bottom of pile of wet crumpled towels after being used by a different guy. He knew he was in Juvie because of the prison guard uniforms. So far, he'd been twisted, snapped, trampled, stretched, and jacked off in, but he was still intact. He bemoaned loudly, as he lay on the stack of towels at the back of the locker room towel cage. There were four stacks closer to the cage window.
Naked guys dripping wet paraded by oblivious to Chad's lament. Then one tall tattooed naked dude with the sides of his head shaved joined the line. His eyes widened, and he turned to stare straight at Chad.
Chad didn't notice. Only when punk guy was at the window cage refusing to take the towel offered did Chad become aware of the guy. He looked familiar.
"Oh, no you don't! I know you're giving us dirty towels that you folded up. Now give me a really clean one. That one on top in the back, " Spike demanded.
"This one?" The guard asked reaching for the third stack.
"No! The one on top in the last stack!" Roared Spike.
"Yes! That one! Give it here!" Spike demanded.
The guard was clearly unnerved by Spike, even though he was protected by a metal mesh barrier. He shoved Chad across the counter to Spike's eagerly waiting hands. Spike hugged the towel, Spike buried his nose in the terrycloth, then he licked the towel. Then he carefully wrapped the towel around his waist, such that Chad's face was buried in Spike's wet crotch.
The guard asked, "Aren't you even going to say "Thank you"?"
Spike started to walk back to his room, they didn't call them cells at Juvie in spite of the bars.
"Hey, you're supposed to dry off here and put the used towel in the hamper before going back to your room!" Shouted the guard.
Spike stopped, but he didn't turn around. He said, "You get off watching me towel off, officer?"
The guard blustered, "Nuh, now you st-"
"Actually, I need a new cum rag, and this towel will do nicely. So I'm going back to my room to jerk off now," Spike said. He took two steps, paused again, and said, "Thank you, Officer Stone." Then he continued toward his room.
Officer Stone shrugged and smiled. Spike never said thank you to anybody. The guy was 18, and remanded here until he was 26. Yeah, the law said 25, but in this county that meant until the end of his 25th year. He could begrudge the guy a wanking towel. Besides if Spike was jerking off, he couldn't cause trouble elsewhere.
When he was out of earshot, Spike whispered, "I know it's you, Chad. Don't know how. Don't care much. But I am thrilled to have you all to myself at last."
Chad remembered Spike. He had stopped Spike from torching summer camp when they were kids. He had sort of beaten Spike to a pulp in the process. Now he was at Spike's mercy.
Chad's voice was muffled as his lips were pressed up against Spike's wet penis. He spoke, "You can hear me, Spike?"
"Of course, I can. I recognized your whiny voice as soon as I exited the showers. I hoped you were a new inmate, but being my personal towel is even better."
Chad pleaded, "Spike, you're the only one who can hear me. You've got to help me. Tell them it's me, and make Tyler change me back."
Spike's cock initially responded to Chad's lips moving against his cock, but it became rock hard as Spike relished Chad pleading for him to save him.
"In the first place, no one would believe me. In the second, I'm locked up here for 8 more years. Third, I really am looking forward to using you for the next 8 years, cum boy. Then after I get out, maybe I'll look up Tyler. By then we will have been together in carnal lust for about 8 years. I think it's 5 years for it to be common law marriage. Guys can now marry each other, right? Then, maybe I will make an honest bitch of you, Chad. I will look up Tyler, and ask him to change you back, if you agree to be my wife. No, don't answer now. You have got 8 long years to eat my cum and get to know me better. A lot better."
"Please?"
"I love it when you beg, Chad," Spike said. He stopped and turned, adding, "this is my room. Enough chit chat, time to get down to some serious wanking." He flopped backwards on to the lone cot in the padded room. He began jerking off. Chad's sounds were now garbled partial words and phrases as he slobbered on Spike's ejaculent.