Please read the first chapter to get an idea of the plot. For those who don’t want to, here is the overview of the characters:

All:16 years old, good looking, and sent to juvenile prison

Jordan: short straight dark blonde hair, tanned white skin, brown eyes, football player, the tallest of them all at 5 foot 10

Liam: short straight black hair messy at the front, fair skin, penetrating blue eyes (think Asa Butterfield), skater, 5 foot 9

Ben: slightly longer but still short straight light blonde hair, fair skin, blue eyes, swimmer, 5 foot 9

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Is that better now?” Jordan said with a smirk.

“That felt SO good, best one I’ve had for ages. It wasn’t exactly in the best circumstances though…” Ben commented, still breathing slightly heavier than usual.

“I haven’t had a wank in a few days, but I can definitely keep it in till we get there, unlike some people…” Jordan replied, rolling his eyes at Ben.

“Same” said Liam, “although I won’t lie, that did get me in the mood”.

“Yeah it’s hard not to be in the mood when someone else is enjoying themselves right in front of you.” Jordan said, “how do you think we will even be able to do it in juvie? Won’t we be in bunks with strangers and stuff? I don’t want some psycho watching me cum”

“Jordan, stop worrying, I’m sure everything will be fine. If we stick together, we can try our best to live through this.” Liam said, sensing Jordan’s pessimism.

“Liam, we won’t be released until we’re thirty, THIRTY!” Ben chimed in.

“No way” Liam said, “we’ll be able to get parole at least half of that time. Remember, this is the British prison system, they let terrorists out for ‘good behaviour’”

“Don’t believe everything you read” Ben said, sticking with his pessimistic outlook, “although if the news is to be believed, the prison will be overcrowded”

The warm, musky air of the van got the better of the three teenage boys and they drifted off to sleep.

The driver pulled over for the second time of their journey. He pulled open the hatch, “everything alri-woah! What the hell is that smell?” The trio had grown accustom to the mingling smells of three teenage boy’s collective B.O, Jordan’s piss-soaked nappy, not to mention Ben’s rocket load of cum slowly dripping down the wall of the van.

“teenagers…” the driver tutted.

The three boys stirred at the sudden absence of motion.