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The following story is fiction about CP in a halfway house.  The story contains scenes of strapping.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  I was inspired to write this story by this image which I found at:  Click to open the image off-site (NSFW).  The title is a play on the North American sporting term "double header".

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Double Tailer


Officer Kraft was sure he would find the pair.  It was a clean up day at the halfway house and Baker and Howland somehow had made themselves scarce as the inmates, er, residents spread out.  They should have been out on the grounds with the others making sure everything was litter and leaf free.  The place really did not need such policing but the good Director who was in charge always worried about the state inspectors dropping by.  Of course, none of this mattered a damn bit getting the boys ready for return to society but the state inspectors made a fuss so the Director worked to keep them happy.

It was a halfway house housing a score of youths who were deemed almost ready and relatively trustworthy not to bolt and get tossed back into the hell hole that was the real reformatory.  The halfway house was much like a private boarding school where they wore regular clothes.  Of course, there were lots of checks and talks with shrinks.

Kraft was sure that he would find the pair as they certainly would not miss the before dinner roll call and risk the harsh consequences of being reported as runaways.  Years of experience had taught Kraft about the hiding places the youths always seemed to find.  That actually was good since it made finding them easier.  It was mid-afternoon and Kraft had checked all the outside places so now he was going through the building.  All that was left was the dorm floor after he had done the offices and class spaces.

He stopped at the top of the stairs and listened carefully.  It was all dead silent as expected.  If the pair was making any noise, he would have heard it.  He decided to check the odd numbered rooms first since two of them were vacant.  He unlocked room 501 and looked very carefully.  Another miss so on to 503.

Kraft opened the door.  Bingo!  There were the pair.  Baker, half naked, was bent over the end of one of the bunks with a blanket between him and the hard steal frame.  Howland was right behind him and about ready to drive his hard cock right into his buddy's asshole.  "Having fun, boys?" he roared.  Howland froze just ​an inch​ (​three cm​) from the target.  Baker groaned as Kraft ordered "Just stay as you are boys."© YLeeCoyote

The inevitable lecture followed.  Kraft asked the scariest question possible.  "Shall I report you and have you sent back to the hole or should I remove my belt?"  The answer was practically a given.

The pair chimed the answer together: "The belt, please Mr. Kraft."

The man smiled.  "Baker stay just where you are.  Howland get over the end of the upper bunk." he ordered.  There was not any need to have them bare their butts as they were already half naked.  He pulled his belt free and folded it.  His cock was already straining at his pants as he stepped into position.  "Twenty each, boys.  Stay in position until it is over."

He raised the belt and swung.  Baker gave a grunt of pain as the belt connected with his butt.  The next cut struck Howland's ass with a similar response.  Both youths gripped the bed frame tightly as they knew that Kraft was very serious.  As the belt repeatedly struck each proffered butt, Kraft lectured them on responsibility and that they must not wander off on their own unless they have permission.  What he did not mention was their sexual activity for a modern facility was well aware of the hormone driven proclivities of youths.

It became hard and harder for the two youths to remain quiet as the heavy belt swung by the strong officer kept hitting right on target.  By the time Kraft stopped and was returning the belt to his pants, both youths had tears on their faces and were trying very hard not to actually cry like babies.  They did not dare to move.

The pressure in Kraft's groin had become unbearable and the man opened his pants and slipped the waistband of his underpants under his balls letting his rampant boy probe rise completely free.  "Baker, I'm sorry that I interrupted Howland as he was about to ram in and as he is not immediately up to the task, I shall take care of your great need myself." he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  The surprised boys didn't quite comprehend the full import for a few seconds until Kraft took up where he interrupted Howland and rammed his rock hard shaft into Baker's hole.

Fortunately, they had used a lot of lube and Baker was experienced.  The man's hard shaft did everything that could be expected and quickly exploded in the hot welcoming hole.  As always, Kraft had a super orgasm as he loved hot boy pussy especially after making it glow brightly.  Baker hadn't any complaints.  However, coming just once was never enough for Kraft especially after strapping two youths.  He ordered Baker to get up and for Howland to climb down and take his place.  Kraft found the lube and applied it liberally to Howland's hole and repeated his fast and powerful fucking.  The results were the same.  Again, he filled the hole with his hot spunk and even caused Howland to spurt from hitting his prostate so hard.

OK, clean up and report for roll call.  Later see your group leader and volunteer for extra cleanup duty for the next week.  And remember, no more shirking.

"Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir." chorused the two youths happy that they just got off with a strapping.

Of course, Kraft was happy with having plowed the two blazing hot asses that he had just whipped.

The End

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