Travis Meets the Crymaker; Part 5 of a series (full version)

Robert & Travis Meet the Crymaker; Parts 3 & 5 of a series....

The Harrison brothers were the definition of trouble, and had been for a long time. Robert was a 16 year old teenager who did just about anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. What he did most of all was follow his older brother, Travis. Travis was a juvenile delinquent in any definition of the word. With 7 shoplifting arrests, 3 school suspensions, 11 detentions, 1 felony arrest for stealing a car (charges dropped by neighbor) and 4 drug related incidents he was a walking nightmare for the community. Both boys smoked tobacco, and their language was anything but 'clean.' They both had spent off and on 5 of the last 10 years in foster homes, and had bounced from one home to another with each arrest or probation violation. Right now they were again living at home with their mom, and things were, how would you put it, well, they just 'were.' Travis had spent two years in juvenile hall when he assaulted a senior citizen, stealing her purse and putting her in the hospital in the process. However, that was when he was 13, and the Juvenile Corporal Punishment Act, or JCPA, had not yet been passed into law.

Both boys had somehow managed to skirt the JCPA over the last few years as well. Their friends thought they were charmed. Three months after the implementation of the JCPA the older Harrison had been charged with another assault and had gone to trial, but had gotten off on pure luck when the case had come down to the word of the victim against the stupid story he was telling. Everyone knew he was lying, but there wasn't sufficient physical evidence to convict, and he had steadfastly refused to bend to questions and eventually the judge through the whole thing out. The younger Harrison boy had just eight months ago been brought up on charges of shoplifting again, and it looked like he was certainly headed for a session on the state's punishment apparatus. Then, at the last minute that case too was dismissed when the store owner's had failed to identify him in a lineup. This time though, the prosecutor had nailed them both---two witnesses, DNA evidence and other physical evidence, and they really didn't have a chance in hell of getting out of things. The case had been an easy one to prove, especially for the oldest boy.

It all started with a girl---as it so often does for these kids. Her name was Linda Ellis and she, like Travis, was a senior in high school, although she was not yet quite 18. She had been his girlfriend of six months when she had finally realized what kind of a guy he was and had dumped him with little warning. He had gone ballistic....and got even madder when the captain of the swim team, Trevor Jones, started taking her out. He chased her, harassed her, called her, left notes for her, and did everything he could think of to get her to change her mind. Finally, he had attacked her.

The attack had been vicious, and had alarmed and shocked the entire community. He and his brother had followed the girl, who was walking home one evening with her new boyfriend Trevor, when both of the Harrison boys jumped the couple. While 16 year old Robert Harrison had held Trevor's arms behind his back, his 18 year old brother had beat the boy to a pulp. Three broken ribs, a busted collarbone, and a broken nose were the boys major physical wounds. That was before the two boys shoved him over the embankment and he dropped some 30 feet into the culvert. They then jumped the girl, who had stood there screaming and then started to run away. The younger Harrison boy, Robert, had caught her and tackled her, and then held her down until his brother had caught up and started pounding the girls face. Suddenly, almost without thought, he had jerked her dress up...and her panties off....then he opened his own blue jeans and as she begged him to stop he had pushed them down and shoved himself, his rock hard penis, into her. What happened next was a little shaky as the story goes---but it appeared that Robert got nervous and started begging his brother to stop. However, Travis was wild with lust, and was raping her like there was no tomorrow.....at least until apparently Robert punched his older brother, pulling him off of the girl and screaming at him to STOP...STOP it for God's SAKE!. Anyway, for whatever reason the younger Harrison had stopped the rape, and perhaps even saved her life. The boys ran away, but were arrested later that same day.

The trial had gone well, once the decision had been made as to weather to prosecute the boys as adults or as juveniles. As adults, there were no corporal punishment provisions, but the prosecutor had liked the appeal of the mandatory sentence guidelines of the adult court system. For a conviction on the felony _s_e_x_ual assault charge (the legal term for the rape)the minimum sentence would have been no less than 99 years. It would have been essentially a life sentence and because the girl had been under the age of 18, it would have been a sentence without the possibility of parole. That had appealed to the prosecutor, but the burden of proof was higher, and he wasn't sure he would win the rape conviction on the younger boy who would then get off with nothing more than a glorified warning. The alternative was to charge them both under the JCPA . The act wasn't specifically designed to handle crimes of this magnitude, but it did have a "permanence provision" and the state punishment apparatus could be programmed to provide adequate and fitting punishment for _s_e_x_ual crimes, even though the punishment itself would last less than an hour. The fact that the machine had never been used in that mode did not deter the prosecutor...and perhaps a corporal solution would be in the long run better than the far more expensive solution of imprisonment for the rest of their lives. Besides, it might start a trend and make a real difference in how these type of crimes were prosecuted in the future.

At any rate, the prosecutor had decided on the juvenile route, and as noted, the trial had gone well, although the younger boy Robert, had been found not guilty of the _s_e_x_ual battery charge, just as the prosecutor had feared might happen. That being the case, the boy was freed from the consequences that a rape conviction would have provided, but because he had been charged under the JCPA, they still got him on the felony assault of Trevor Jones, and so he would not escape the "Crymaker." His brother had been found guilty on all counts, and he would be meeting the "Crymaker" as well, although as a convicted rapist in a somewhat different way.

Sentencing hearing...Superior Court, Brinrick County, March 18th....

The Harrison boys will rise and remain standing. The Honorable Franklin Miller, residing..... Judge Miller: "Robert Harrison, you are a disgrace to your family and to this community. You have victimized a fellow student Mr. Trevor Jones, and caused him severe and grievous injuries that could have killed him. You are hereby sentenced by this court to be incarcerated while awaiting your punishment, which will take place on Saturday, the 5th day of April at noon. At that time you are to be stripped of your clothing, and to be placed upon the state punishment apparatus. There, you are to receive 16 strokes at maximum force, laid upon your bare and exposed buttocks, followed by an additional 16 strokes at the willing and majority consent of the victims. Because of the level of your crime, you are hereby sentenced to an additional 32 strokes to be suspended, as long as you maintain all aspects of your probation. May you set an example for others that assaults will not be tolerated, and may God have mercy on your ass."

The younger Harrison boy took the sentence with a straight face, and was led away without any further comment, just a few tears noticeable on his face.

The judge then turned his attention to the older Harrison boy: "Travis Harrison, you are a disgrace to your family and to this community. You have victimized a fellow student Mr. Trevor Jones, and caused him severe and grievous injuries that could have killed him. You have furthered planned, attacked, and _s_e_x_ually assaulted a 17 year old girl. For the felony assault you are hereby sentenced by this court to be incarcerated while awaiting your punishment, which will take place at 1 pm on Saturday, the 5th day of April. At that time you are to be stripped of your clothing, and to be placed upon the state punishment apparatus. There, you are to receive 18 strokes at maximum force, laid upon your bare and exposed buttocks, followed by an additional 18 strokes at the willing and majority consent of the victims. For the _s_e_x_ual assault of a defenseless high school girl, you are hereby further sentenced that following your paddling you will be held at the mercy of your victims, who may if, and only if, they are in unanimous and joint agreement, may dictate and cause the state punishment apparatus to execute a program of emasculation without the benefit of anesthesia. Because of the level of your crime, you are hereby sentenced to an additional 36 strokes to be suspended, as long as you maintain all aspects of your probation following your punishment. May you set an example for others that assaults, and especially _s_e_x_ual assaults, will not be tolerated, and may God have mercy on your ass, and your manhood."

The older boy, was stunned when the judge mentioned he could end up-what was the term: "EMASCULATED"----and he had gone totally ballistic. He started screaming "_f_u_c_k_ YOU.._f_u_c_k_ YOU AND YOUR _f_u_c_k_ING COURTROOM......NO WAY...NO _f_u_c_k_ING WAY ARE YOU GOIN DO NOTHIN TO ME...." The judge rapped his gavel continuously, trying to regain control in the courtroom.

He told the Harrison boy to "Be quiet sir....I need you to get control of yourself here"...then

"...There will be ORDER in my courtroom!"....all to no avail.

The 18 year old Harrison boy screamed and then began lashing out wildly at the guards who had rushed over to restrain him...and he even tried to get to the judge at the bench. Finally, the guards got control of him, but he was a strong young man and it was not easy. Finally, as they stopped him from reaching the judge, and as the Harrison boy screamed out obscenity after obscenity, the judge rapped his gavel and added the following:

"Mr. Harrison, it seems you need to be taught some proper manners and some additional humility. Besides, you have a mouth not worth listening too. I hereby amend your sentence and add that it will be carried out using "State Humiliation Protocol Number Two." I hope you enjoy it."

With that, the judge exited the courtroom and both boys were taken to the holding cell to await their punishments.

Saturday, April 5th, Punishment Day......

So, Saturday was here. Robert Harrison was sweating....tied on his back to his bed with his arms and legs attached with restraints. His brother, in the next cell, was similarly tied. As the days of incarceration had lengthened from their arrest, trial, conviction, and sentencing hearings they had begun to feel a desperate need to masturbate themselves. Under the JCPA this was not allowed, and so when they were not under direct supervision they had had to be kept restrained. It wasn't a painful punishment, but it was degrading and it kept them both in state of _s_e_x_ual semi-arousal.

Robert: "Travis...I'm _f_u_c_k_ing scared man."

Travis "What you got to be scared about man....all you are getting is a _f_u_c_k_in paddling!"

Robert: "It's a lot more than just a paddling man.............hey,....you scared?"

Travis:" _f_u_c_k_ yeah...I am freaking man....I swear....they cant take my balls man....they cant do that. My lawyer says that's never been done anyway....he said he was going to talk to them....you know...it has to be unanimous anyway...she just cant do it by herself...you know she can't do that."

Robert: "Yeah....how many have the voting keypads... do you know?"

Travis....."Yeah...my lawyer said both Trevor and Linda have to both tell the machine to do it...and he doesn't think they will make that decision...at least not both of them. He said they aren't even talking to each other. He said he thought the _f_u_c_k_in judge might be claiming victim status too---if you can believe that! Says he was a victim of sorts cause I messed up his courtroom. I hate that _f_u_c_k_er man."

Robert: "Yeah...well, screwin with the judge wasn't the smartest thing you've ever pulled you idiot. I mean, talk about S-T-U-P-I-D---that has to be IT. God...oh _s_h_i_t_....they're coming..."

There they were. The four guards, just like he had heard about....coming for HIM. FOR REAL! Robert Harrison was scared, and more scared right now that he had ever been in all his 16 years. He was sweating....then, suddenly, they were in his cell, untying him from the restraints....then on with the handcuffs....and then, out the cell door....his brothers voice trailing a "Give em hell guy" behind him. He tried to strike up a conversation with the guards...but they weren't very talkative. As they almost shoved him down the long hall, he just tried to tell himself that it would all be over, soon enough. Hell, it was just a paddling....something he realized no one had ever bothered to give him. Not at home, not in foster care, not at school. No where.....not until now. Wow.

Then, they passed through a door and it was there---not quite as he expected it to look, but it was definitely the machine...the "Crymaker!" The guards didn't waste any time.....and he was forced to step into the infamous pair of boots he had heard them discuss on the radio. They were sort of like ski boots....just like he had heard. Man they were tight....no way you could slip them off even if you had too.....The guards then grabbed his arms...unlocking the handcuffs and pulling them around to his sides.....he didn't fight them...hell, what was the point. His feet were already locked into the machine....and then before he knew it his wrists were re-attached to two leather wrist cuffs, each hooked to the machine in a way much like the boots were attached. _s_h_i_t_...there were the scissors....just like he had heard. Wow. He watched, somewhat fascinated actually, as his pants were cut away from him. His heart was pounding....POUNDING.....God...this was embarrassing. Gone! _s_h_i_t_...Oh God...my underwear! Gone too.....with a snip of the scissors. Soon, he was naked.....stripped...and then the guards took a minute to admire their handiwork...

"He's kinda cute.....don't you love that little dick......(laughter)"

"He's got a lot of hair for a 16 year old.....too bad we can't remove it for him....(more laughter)"

"Well, maybe his little dick just needs some encouragement.....(more laughter)"

Robert stood helpless....not saying anything. I mean, what could you say anyway?.....he noticed he was feeling like he was going to cry....God he wanted to cry....he needed someone to help him, to get him out of here. He needed someone bad right now. His arms were held up and over his head...and his feet were together...almost like he was skiing---and he WAS in _f_u_c_k_ing ski boots too! Then, he heard a whirring noise, and suddenly the machine made a movement, and his legs were slowly separated by the moving boots, and his arms and legs moved out and apart until he was totally spread eagled, still standing up. The guards laughed all at the same time....then two of them approached him..... One of the guards said "Yeah.....they should have got you for the rape too....hope this machine paddles your ass right off!" The other guard said "Well, we are running out of time...lets get him hooked into the humiliation ring and get out of here."

Then, without further comment, one of the guards took Robert's penis in his hand. God! Even though he had heard about it....it still didn't make it any easier. Why....oh _f_u_c_k_...when they shot the baby oil onto his dick he started getting hard right away.. God...NO! If only he could have jacked himself off sometime in the past 10 days....but ever since the arrest there hadn't been the opportunity. Robert begged the guard.. please man....you don't need to do this part.....but they didn't make any comment, just went on working, hooking him into the machine. As the guard's hand manipulated his penis, sliding the rubber ring over his _c_o_c_k_ and then moving it around to attach the mechanical arms....his dick was growing harder by the second. Soon the humiliation ring was on him; and he stared at the _d_a_m_n_ thing, just as it had been described to him....a rubber ring, bathed in baby oil....glistening around his dick. The two little arms, springs there...attached from it to the machine.....it seemed simple enough....._d_a_m_n_...he wondered...then decided and he tested it with a motion...by moving his legs a little...and he watched with shock as the little ring started sliding up and down his dick...up and down...up and down...STOP IT MAN...oh _s_h_i_t_...but it kept going for three or four more cycles.......Wow....almost any movement got the ring in motion.....The guards laughed...and one of them said "_f_u_c_k_...now the kid with the little dick is a kid with a big dick." Then they laughed again.

My God!

He just wasn't gong to be able to let himself move-that's all there was to it. I mean...no way was he going to be seen with that thing jacking him......and maybe, just maybe, if he could understand the movement cycle...he could control it better. Why was he getting a _f_u_c_k_ing hard on now?....it wasn't even moving man.

They hooked a collar around his neck....then attached it to the machine too.....that was really scary...the machine could move his hands wherever it wanted them to go.....his feet too...and even his neck....what if it broke...I mean...it might take his head right off....oh God...he was so scared....and his heart was racing.....

Then one of the guards said "OK Robert boy...you listen good. After you get half your sentence delivered to your ass, you get 3 minutes to say anything you want to the people on the other side of this curtain. You can tell them to go to hell, or you can beg them for mercy. Just remember that the girl and the other kid in the front row are the victims you assaulted...and they have the buttons that will control what you get after you talk....Understand????"

Robert Harrison: "Yeah....oh please man....oh _f_u_c_k_.........pleaseeeeee man...I'm _f_u_c_k_ing scared _s_h_i_t_less."

The guard answered "Yeah..well you should be....and you deserve to be...and you are gonna get what you deserve....so have a real nice ride now." And then he burst out laughing again.

Then, the guards walked out, and Robert was alone, held by the mechanical monster, spread eagled, with his dick half hard, a small drop of pre-cum on its tip, and as he had put it, "scared _s_h_i_t_less." Then, he heard a loudspeaker:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....ROBERT HARRISON, MALE, AGED 16, HAS BEEN SENTENCED BY THE COURT OF BRINRICK COUNTY TO 32 STROKES ON HIS BARE BUTTOCKS FOR HIS CRIMES OF FELONY ASSAULT. FOLLOWING THE FIRST 16 STROKES, THE PRISONER WILL BE GIVEN THE OPTION TO SPEAK, AFTER WHICH EACH OF YOU WHO WERE VICTIMIZED BY THE PRISONER, MAY INPUT THE NUMBER OF STROKES YOU FEEL HE STILL DESERVES, IF ANY. YOUR INPUTS WILL BE AVERAGED, AND YOU MAY REMAND ANY PORTION OF THE REMAINING SENTENCE. ANY ADDITIONAL STROKES CALLED FOR WILL THEN BE ADMINISTERED. PUNISHMENT WILL NOW COMMENCE."

Then, the curtain parted! Robert looked out and immediately saw them....there she was....Linda Ellis, sitting right beside Trevor Jones. My God...they were holding hands....and they had something in their lap!!....._f_u_c_k_...it was a bag of popcorn! Oh _f_u_c_k_....they were here for entertainment! He quickly looked around the room....there were 7 or 8 people he didn't recognize....a few police officers in uniform....and there..._f_u_c_k_...there was his MOM. _s_h_i_t_. Why had she come? _f_u_c_k_...WHY? Oh _s_h_i_t_...she was really here...and NOW? There were a couple of guys from his school here too....hey, why had they been invited? _f_u_c_k_, there was the girls mom and dad, and her 14 year old brother and 12 year old sister. Trevor's family was here too...his mom, dad, and his other brother. Was he a freshman? He couldn't remember. Then he remembered who the students were, yeah....the student elected officials at his school he guessed....yeah, _f_u_c_k_...why were they allowed to be here? Oh God. He felt tears in his eyes....God...his dick...he was naked....oh _s_h_i_t_...they were all watching him.....his principal was even here too....why him? He hadn't done anything to get him here....He never felt more embarrassed in all of his life. He could feel all of their eyes penetrating all the way to his soul.

Suddenly...another whirring....and as everyone looked at the stage...the punishment apparatus started to pull the 16 year old boy forward....stretching his arms out forward and then apart. As he was pulled forward he bumped up against that metal bar where the humiliation ring was attached to his _c_o_c_k_....and that in turn forced his butt out....out....and then he felt another bar on the top of his back...forcing his back to arch some......perking his butt up...up in the air. His butt was stuck out now, his face leaning out towards the crowd. Don't move...he said to himself....don't _f_u_c_k_ing move......don't get that dick ring moving for God's sake...whatever you do. Then, slowly...very slowly it seemed, he started moving his legs apart...wider...wider.....God...the machine was forcing him to get into a paddling position....and the crowd was loving every minute of it.......

Then, without warning, he heard a tremendous bang....OH GODDDDDDDDDDD...a flame...all across his ass.....!OH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!!!!!" he yelled....jerking wildly as he did so...._f_u_c_k_...his dick....that ring...it was sliding...up and down now...up and down....up and down.....oscillating along the entire length of his baby-oiled shaft. He wanted to look away...anywhere but into the crowd...all eyes on him....Linda smiling....laughing at HIM!

BANG.....CRACK....the paddle again fired into his ass....he tried to arch his back to get away...then screamed a cry of desperation....as his burning ass attacked his brain. NOOOO! NOTHING...NOTHING could hurt this bad....Oh GOD.. ...NO! PLEASE! _s_h_i_t_...his dick......that _f_u_c_k_ing ring...sliding....and GOD...it had been so long since he last came....."

BANG----CRACK!

BANG---CRACK!

He started crying....uncontrollably, struggling to get away...to somehow get lose....pull a wrist out.....unhook a boot....run away.......RUN and then...oh yes....and then...

BANG---CRACK..................reality.....OH GOD!

Linda leaned over to Trevor Jones and whispered.... "This is really hot, isn't it?"

Trevor laughed...and said "Yeah....it is really great...look at his ass in the mirror....I didn't know an ass could get that red this fast!" (and then they both laughed)

Both teenagers were getting immense satisfaction out of watching Robert squirm on stage, as was almost everyone else in the auditorium. Linda couldn't stop staring at the boys dick....she liked to watch the way it jerked when that oak paddle, moving at an incredible speed, impacted his butt.... Each time she watched his balls jerk forward and then sail back....and then it looked like he pumped his hips and was driving his dick in and out of that thing.....a ring or something. She loved watching the way his manhood was pumping in and out of the ring....or was the ring moving.....no...it looked like he was moving, but hard to tell for sure. Was he actually _f_u_c_k_ing it?...yeah...guess it really didn't matter; he was definitely _f_u_c_k_ing it while she watched! She pointed out the ring to Trevor, who nodded....and both of them laughed some more, as they munched their buttered popcorn together.

In fact, everyone in the crowd, except his mom, was laughing now.... Robert's white ass was turning cherry red in the mirror right before their eyes. And boy was it flaming red!

Bang! Another scream from the boy. His expression one of pure agony....almost as if he was feeling a fire burning the flesh right off his ass. He had tears in his eyes....he was bawling like a baby now....a babbling cry....a deep cry.....and his lips just kept saying please.....(quiver)....please...please.....please......in between sobs of desperation.

BANG! Another smack....another hip thrust...another sliding motion on his dick.....oh his _f_u_c_k_ing dick....in and out, in and out, in and out...in and OUT. No control...losing control.....losing everything.....his dignity.......his self esteem....oh MOM...don't WATCH!!!!!!!!

Then.....he started squirting.....his ballsack emptying itself out through his _c_o_c_k_ in a violent, surging stream of white goo....the first shot so violent it landed almost at the front row! BANG...not again......not while he was still cumming....and the pain...and the pleasure...mixed together....the burning across his ass that became part of his balls....part of his nuts that were at the very same moment pumping themselves dry.......

BANG! A long primal scream now.....a boy lost in total embarrassment to his victims.....spent...ashamed beyond measure....and that ring...still mercilessly sliding up and down...up and down...up and down...up and down...the goo oozing from his dick and glistening in a long clear string that ran from the tip of his dick all the way to the floor.

The loudspeaker then spoke: "16 STROKES DELIVERED...PRISONER HAS 3 MINUTES TO SPEAK"

Robert Harrison....his crying screams suddenly magnified 1000 times as his voice carried across the P. A. system and rocked the auditorium. He was mumbling.....trying to talk...but nothing was coming out.....his voice....gone?......oh he looked at them...the two of them....eating their popcorn...and smiling at his misery. He hated them....but hated more what he had done to them.......then suddenly he cried out "I'm SORRY....OH GOD...I AM....I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HIM SOONER.....IM SORRY.....OH GOD I AM SO SORRY....MOM...PLEASE FORGIVE ME" then tears....just burst like a _d_a_m_n_ they flowed unashamedly, and his lips just quivered and he just kept whispering SORRY....oh...SORRY....oh I am...OH...."

Linda and Trevor laughed.....listening to Robert cry and apologize like a baby boy. Man, his ass sure was red.....flaming red.....it was literally shining in the mirror. It was blistered raw....looked sort of like raw hamburger from the front row.....a teenage criminal with a burned ass......and _f_u_c_k_...he had actually ejaculated! Shot his wad! Right on stage! Linda could hardly believe it....the way he had just kept _f_u_c_k_ing the machine while everyone watched...right there in front of her he had had an orgasm. Wow! No wonder his face was blushed so red! And _d_a_m_n_!....the stuff that came out! She would never forget that crying, humiliated, teenage boy and his dick pumping that white stuff out while he yelled "NO!"---not as long as she lived!

The loudspeaker announced "TIME LIMIT IS UP---VICTIMS HAVE 30 SECONDS TO TYPE IN THEIR VOTE FOR ADDITIONAL PUNISHMENT DESERVED"

Suddenly, Robert began to urinate......a stream of yellow fluid pouring out of him.....without control. He didn't even realize it was happening at first.....then he saw it...panicked....tried to shut it off....but his muscles inside were convulsing....and he couldn't seem to control it......it would stop....then flow again. What was happening? The paddle had fried his bladder control???? _s_h_i_t_...more piss...it stopped....started again....in little spurts all timed to his bouncing dick..........God his ass hurt so bad.....and now...what were they typing.....Oh GOD NO.....He was soooo scared....he couldn't take anymore....his ass just couldn't....yet, he knew, KNEW, it was coming...how many more for God's sake.....Oh PLEASE.....not too many....please....mercy.......oh ..Linda....oh please.....Trevor...why...why had he held his hands back while his brother pounded him with his fists....why...? There...they were typing.....but what....was it 16? The fate of his ass was truly and literally on-the-line. What were they typing into their keypads????

"TIME IS UP---VICTIMS RESPONSES AVERAGED--ADDITIONAL STROKES TO BE DELIVERED: ZERO"

Zero! ZERO!

Robert was stunned! What....oh YES...OH GOD, YES.....a thousand thanks....oh wow.....he looked at them...and Linda blew him a kiss! She blew him a KISS! Then she mouthed something...said something...but what? What was she saying??? God...she said "THANK YOU." Thank you? Thank you for stopping the rape? Thank you for the show? Thank you for WHAT? Oh God....she had seen everything!

And then Robert Harrison....closed his eyes...and starting crying...crying again with relief...crying again with thanks..........crying like a baby....like a totally unashamed baby.........

As the curtains closed to a sounding of intense applause the guards were there almost immediately. They started unstrapping him....God..his ass hurt so _f_u_c_k_ing bad...oh please...watch it...don't touch it....hey..wait...what are you doing....hey stop....

The guards pulled him off the machine and half dragged half walked him to the side of the stage. There, on the side, was a steal bar attached to the wall, and they reached up to it and clipped his two wrists, still wearing their leather restraints from the machine, to the bar. Once again his hands were up over his head and his feet were barely on the floor. Robert said "hey...I thought I was done....hey...."

The guard said "You are done...you lucky son-of-a-bitch."

Then he added "But the judge said you should be a witness for your brother's punishment, that you might learn something...and he comes out next.....wouldn't want you to miss it.....it's a totally different humiliation protocol.....and even I've never seen it....So..just hang around....and you'll see why you never ever piss off a judge.....ha ha ha ha ha..........."

At 18 years of age Travis Harrison wasn’t a small young man. At 190 pounds he was solid muscle, and he knew how to take care of his body. He was strong, powerful, and he lifted weights on a regular basis. His body allowed him to intimidate most of his high school, and around the halls he was well known as one of the seniors you wanted to stay away from. You didn’t want to get on the bad side of Travis Harrison. But it wasn’t the strength that was so deceiving about Travis; no, it was his speed, and that was something the guards just didn’t have any idea about.

Things had started out normally enough. The four guards that had just finished with his younger brother were now back in the holding cellblock, laughing at what they had just watched, and so they weren’t exactly paying close attention like they should have been. They were in a great mood as they started to untie Travis in order to prepare him for his trip to the punishment apparatus. Suddenly, as they were freeing Travis from the last of the restraints that had held him to his bed the boy had struck out with blinding speed…punching the nearest guard that had been holding his arm so fast he didn’t even have time to blink. The blow hit the first guard hard, square in the right eye, and his head had bounced back, impacting the cinder block wall with a thud. His eyes had rolled upwards, and then he had dropped like a rag doll. The other guards had been stunned—used to working with younger teenagers who had screwed up just enough to get a visit with the “Crymaker”, they just weren’t prepared for what was happening now. As the guards turned in shock, Travis kicked out with his free foot, up and forward and hard…and it landed on the second guard directly into his groin, doubling him over instantly and leaving him holding his testicles in agony. He too dropped to the cell floor--with both hands on his crotch. The older Harrison boy was instantly out of the cell, and as he left he slammed the cell door behind him, and as the latch snapped shut the two other guards left inside could only yell for help. Travis was bolting…but not for long. Even with all of his speed, and all of his strength and all of his frustration and all of his anger he still couldn’t get past the fact that the cellblock had no open exit. The push for freedom had been a futile one; a rush for nothing as it turned out.

As the alarm rang and more guards poured into the cellblock there really wasn’t anything Travis could do to really get free. But he fought like an animal anyway, a young man in desperation who kicked, and jerked, and swung. In the end eight guards had been required to get him down, and leg chains were secured and special handcuffs, combined with elbow locks, had had to be used. Even then he wriggled so hard and so furiously that he was difficult to get to move where they needed him to go.

They were 15 minutes behind schedule when they reached the punishment room, and as they dragged him to the machine he was yelling obscenities and screaming as if there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck you! ...fuck all of you…you bastards…NO…no fucking way…..NOOOOOO, I’m not going, no…I’m not…fuck..fuck you asshole…

Finally, they had him to the machine. The boots! The fucking boots! No way….then he lashed out again, both feet, and nailed another guard who crashed sideways into the Crymaker. There was blood this time—the guard had cut his cheek on the machine...then more hands…and then………FUCK…his right foot, damn them…damn damn…..he felt the fucking boot….now…then something being locked around his foot. God it was tight. Shit, then the other foot…..three guys holding his one leg….he kicked hard anyway, moved them around some….no…NO…. He couldn’t let them---fuck! He felt the boot being latched around his foot and then his feet were no longer his to control….NO…they were the machines. NO!

The guards opened the handcuffs, two guards now on each arm…he got his right one free anyway, and punched out at another guard, hitting him so hard he grunted and fell backwards. They were all over him then…yet amazingly never hitting him or striking out. Instead, just wrestling with him, struggling with him. They had his right arm….pulling it…he was trying soooooooooooooo hard but they had it..and then, FUCK, his wrist…it too finally secured into the machines restraining cuff. The left wrist had gone much easier, and finally the guards had managed to do what had for a while seemed like an impossible task; they had managed to get Travis Harrison, an 18 year old convicted rapist that they had totally underestimated, latched into the machine.

The guards were breathing hard, and they paused and rested after the struggle, even though the whole operation was now off schedule. One of them leaned up over to Travis’s face to say something, but before he could say anything at all Travis had spit a huge goober directly into his face, and the guard had jumped back, wiping his face off with disgust while the other guards laughed. The guard was pissed---and he started to reach out to strike the restrained boy, but was quickly stopped by another.

“Hey man…don’t…he’s going to get it…just be patient and watch the show. Don’t do anything stupid. Just get the scissors and lets get this guy ready. We are so late now we’re going to have to make a hell of a report. Damn this jerk.”

And so, with a little more display, and a little more difficulty, Travis Harrison found himself hooked into the depths of the machine. The procedures were the same as his brother had just undergone, and once he had his feet locked into the boots and his wrists attached to the wrist restraints; the rest of the hookup procedure had been pretty uneventful. The neck restraint had been a little difficult to get on, but with some determination and three tries they had even got it secured and buckled in. There had been a pause with the spitting teenager, and as he lashed out with his mouth and teeth they had finally had to get something to protect themselves. Finally, one of the guards had slipped a clear plastic bag over the boy’s head with holes in it so he couldn’t spit at them anymore. After that, it had been a lot easier. But, other than those things the procedures they had used to hook the younger brother to the machine just over an hour ago were exactly the same. Travis had yelled a lot more, cussed a lot more, and had struggled a lot more. But in the end it still hadn’t made any difference. He was now there, just like the little Harrison had been. Naked. Stark naked. Arms spread out wide, and his feet apart. And of course, the humiliation ring was now on his cock, sliding up and down whenever he thrust out or jerked his legs or hips. Yet, there were differences too. Travis was bigger, and he never stopped yelling the string of obscenities that streamed from his mouth. He was angry, defiant, and he wasn’t the least bit turned on. His penis lay limp, the baby oiled humiliation ring almost swallowing the cock and even when it moved, it looked like it was moving over a piece of wet spaghetti. On his face there was nothing but anger visible as an expression.

“FUCK YOU BASTARDS...FUCK ALL OF YOU” he yelled.

Finally, the guards stood back, almost in awe, as they watched him scream and jerk and fight the bonds that held him in position. Just then the two guards from the cell, the ones that Travis had first laid out with a blow to the head and a kick to the balls, arrived into the punishment room. They immediately walked up to him and along with the others, took a look at the angry young man, still cussing and yelling and screaming.

“Guess he doesn’t want his punishment…” (laughter)

“Damn he’s one strong kid man.”

“Yeah…God, he is and my eye feels like he knocked it out. Damn the bastard”

“You ought to go get that looked at”

“Maybe later, but no way am I going to miss this. I wish I could beat the shit out of him myself; but hell, at least I’m going make sure I see the session. It ought to be hot and he deserves it BIG TIME.”

“Yeah, he’s one strong fucker. Can you imagine him hitting with that fist of his on that high school boy…and GOD, he hit the girl too…damn, he could have killed them both.”

Then the guard with the bad eye, that was swelling more with each minute that passed, the same guard that had spoke to his younger brother just before he was punished, walked right up to the restrained 18 year old and leaned up to the boy’s face, separated only by 4 inches of space and a thin clear piece of plastic. As the two locked eyes… they stared each other down. Travis was unflinching. Finally, the guard looked down, out stared, and somewhat humiliated. Then he spoke:

“OK smartass, you listen, and you listen good. You’re going to get your ass paddled three times from this machine, and then the punishment protocol’s going to shift and you’re going to get moved around a little as it changes from Protocol #1 to Protocol #2. Pissing off the judge was real stupid…gotta tell you that. You are the first ‘Humiliation Protocol Number Two’ we have ever seen, and it’s no skin of my ass….so I don’t care. But you will. Anyway, you’re going to get 18 cracks of the paddle, and then your three victims get to decide if they want to give you 18 more. Got that?”

Travis answered: “Fuck you asshole. And its two victims, not three. I only screwed with Linda and her stupid boyfriend. There ain’t nobody else. And I don’t care about your stupid protocols…I’m going to make you kiss my ass when this is over.”

“No, YOOOOOU listen asshole…..THREE victims. You pissed off judge Lewis…and he’s a victim of your jerkface antics too. My bet is he’s here to make sure that the boy and girl don’t have any more mercy feelings, like they had for your brother. So, have a real nice ride.” And then he burst out laughing.

Then, just as they had done with the younger Harrison and all the other boys who had been through the machine, the guards walked out, taking the plastic bag off his head as they departed. Finally, Travis was alone, locked into the mechanical punishment apparatus, and while he might have been scared he was far more angry and defiant. He was determined to show those assholes, and no matter what they did, and no matter how hard they did it, he wasn’t going to cry like a fucking baby. He didn’t know much else, but he knew that for sure. He wanted to look around, but his neck restraint held his head firmly forcing him to stare straight ahead. Suddenly, he noticed his brother…hanging by his arms, over at the side of the room! God, his ASS! Damn! It was the reddest ass he had ever seen!

Robert was staring at him…and then said “Don’t Travis….don’t piss them off anymore. You can’t beat em…you can’t man.”

Travis answered “God guy…that’s one red ass you’ve got…look like you been crying too.”

Robert: “OH God Travis…” and then the tears started flowing all over again, pouting out of the young Harrisons eyes like a river flowing from a broken dam.

Then, his concentration broken, he heard the crackle of the loudspeaker:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....TRAVIS HARRISON, MALE, AGED 18, HAS BEEN SENTENCED BY THE COURT OF BRINRICK COUNTY TO 36 STROKES ON HIS BARE BUTTOCKS FOR HIS CRIMES OF FELONY ASSAULT. HE WAS FURTHER SENTENCED TO EMASCULATION WITHOUT THE BENEFIT OF ANESTHESIA FOR HIS CRIMES OF FELONY SEXUAL ASSAULT OF A MINOR. SUPERIOR COURT FURTHER DICTATED THAT HUMILIATION PROTOCOL NUMBER TWO WILL BE USED. FOLLOWING THE FIRST 18 STROKES, THE PRISONER WILL BE GIVEN THE OPTION TO SPEAK, AFTER WHICH EACH OF YOU WHO WERE VICTIMIZED BY THE PRISONER, MAY INPUT THE NUMBER OF STROKES YOU FEEL HE STILL DESERVES, IF ANY. YOUR INPUTS WILL BE AVERAGED, AND YOU MAY REMAND ANY PORTION OF THE REMAINING ASSAULT SENTENCE. ANY ADDITIONAL STROKES CALLED FOR WILL THEN BE ADMINISTERED. FOLLOWING THE ASSAULT PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL, THE SECOND PHASE OF THE SENTENCE WILL BE EXECUTED, ACCOMPLISHED IN THREE PARTS. EACH PART REQUIRES THE UNANIMOUS AND CONFIRMED ASSENT OF ALL VICTIMS, OTHERWISE THAT PORTION OF THE SENTENCE WILL BE REMANDED AND BYPASSED. PRESCRIBED PUNISHMENT WILL NOW COMMENCE."

Then, the curtain pulled back, and Travis was staring at the crowd. His mind raced with a hundred thoughts, jumbled together each shouting in its own way. There that fucking bitch was…right in the front row. Nice fuck yeah…yeah that she was, just not long enough. And that jerk Trevor…Jones wasn’t it? Yeah…still has the black eyes from where I busted his nose. Hah! Serves him right. A few others around…some policemen, hell, I’ll show those fuckers too—I’m not a fucking crybaby. Oh yeah, there’s that fucking judge….what a jerk. Mom? MOM???? What the fuck is she doing here? Great…talk about stupid, she ought to leave. They don’t have any right making a mother watch her sons getting beat on. God there are a lot of sick bastards in this room!

“FUCK YOUUUUUU!” he yelled! “FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!”

All eyes went wild…surprised at his outbursts. And, of all the people there, Linda Ellis was shocked----he was looking right at her, staring her down. She looked away to make sure, then looked back. Travis was locked on, his eyes right on hers…staring her down…never looking away…one eye slightly squinted. She looked down again, then back up….he mouthed the words N-I-C-E F-U-C-K to her, and she looked away, her faced blushing bright red in the process.

Linda leaned over to Trevor and whispered “He scares me Trevor.”

Trevor: “Don’t let him….he’s finally where he belongs, and I for one, am happy to see him up there.”

Linda: “He keeps staring at me.”

Trevor: “Don’t let it get to you….I mean it, OK?”

Suddenly...a whirring noise, and as all eyes stared at Travis Harrison the punishment apparatus began to move the 18 year old slowly into his paddling position. As his arms began the stretch forward and his body was bent forward over the bar, he yelled “Hey….you sick bastards wanna see a show do you????? I’ll give you a fucking show!!!!”

He was angry, and he had a look of an animal, trapped and dangerous. Judge Franklin Miller had seen a lot of young criminals, and this one was markedly different. He wondered if they hadn’t made a mistake---should have sent him to the Penn with a life sentence. He had never seen anyone so determined, jaw set in anger, staring that poor girl down and acting like he couldn’t give a damn no matter what they did to him. He wondered if the machine had finally met its match, and the fact that in less than an hour this rapist would be free scared the hell out of him.

Travis Harrison was no longer afraid. Instead, he was defiant and angry, and was consumed with the girl that had dumped him. As the machine finally had him set in position, Travis, still staring at the girl, began to purposely rock his hips…grinding them into the machine, at least to the limit he could move them. And he couldn’t move much, but his ass did bob up and down, and as it moved the humilation ring started its slide in and out over his baby-oil soaked dick. While he was doing this, he started screaming “OH YEAH….I’m GOING TO FINISH FUCKING YOU BABY….YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT SO HERE IT COMES”

There was a ripple of shock that spread across the entire auditorium. It was affecting everyone. Judge Miller was stunned at his gall….Trevor Jones stared with his eyes as wide as saucers… his mom was shocked at her son’s lewd comments and the thrusting motions he was making. And then there was Linda….oh yes, she was totally freaking out…

Linda screamed….Oh GOD, stop….make him stop…he’s doing it right here…

Then, almost like a rifle shot, the first paddle firing rocked the auditorium. The paddle impacted Travis’s ass with a crack, and the boy’s eyes flew open, wide open. But nothing came out of his lips…..and he never changed his stare. Still locked eyeball to eyeball with his old girlfriend, he never slowed the grinding of his hips….and the smirk and smile as he pretended to fuck her never left his face. The humiliation ring was sliding rapidly up and down his cock, fueling a rapidly building erection that he appeared to be totally enjoying.

BANG! CRACK!

Travis bit his lower lip…but other than that, there was no other reaction from the teenager. He kept his hips moving….grinding his hips while he stared her down. His penis was feeling great, and the burn on his ass, while being much worse than he had thought it would be, nevertheless was something he refused to let totally into his consciousness. He wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

BANG. CRACK! Another shot, smashing into his ass. A grunt this time….but again, nothing more. He opened his mouth, and ran his tongue around his lips….licking them in a lewd display while he pumped his hips and in turn forced the sliding humiliation ring to move even more rapidly up and down and up and down. It was obvious to everyone that he was building rapidly towards a climax and actually enjoying himself as he imagined himself fucking the girl in front of him. He was staring her down…and even as the machine pounded on his ass he was still laughing! Ten days of pent up lust was driving him forward, faster and faster he was moving, seemingly uncaring about his ass that was slowly turning sunburned red.

Linda screamed!

Oh God….then she jumped up and started to run….Trevor right behind her and everyone suddenly yelling and talking and screaming at once. Judge Miller’s voice cut through the air: “STOP----if you leave now he gets off with nothing…..you need to stay young lady…you can’t leave or he wins”

Linda answered: “I can’t….he’s……he’s raping me right now…cant you….

Suddenly, her voice was cut off with the blaring of the loudspeaker:

PROTOCOL PAUSED. SUBJECT MALE BEING RESPOSITIONED FOR HUMILATION PROTOCOL NUMBER TWO, AS SPECIFIED BY HIS SENTENCING HEARING.

Linda stared at the stage….and saw that the boy she hated more than anyone was suddenly beginning to move out of his bent over, almost sexualized position. And, as the machine stretched him out it thus restricted his ability more and more.

Travis was still trying to grind his hips, but the machine began to bring his legs together and had already pulled his arms upward toward the ceiling, stretching him out and making it increasingly difficult to get any motion at all. The small arms on the humiliation ring slowly coasted to a stop, and slowly, very slowly, he was stretched until he was standing vertically, his dick bobbing up and down slightly to his heartbeat, a single drop of clear fluid anointing the tip. Damn...another 30 seconds and he would have shot!

Travis yelled “FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU ALL…..I’m GOING TO FUCK HER, I AM YOU KNOW…..”and then he laughed!

The loudspeaker announced: PROTOCOL PAUSED FOR GAG INSERTION.

At that, a guard walked across the stage…carrying something in his right hand. He was the guard with the now very black eye, which had swollen almost shut in the half hour since Travis had hit him. Suddenly, he took the thing in his hand and pushed it up towards the boys face….and shoved it into his mouth before Travis had time to react. It was a gag of sorts….and when it was inserted the boy could say nothing. But it was a special gag, and its one feature was that it forced the mouth to remain open. It was a ring of soft plastic…and looked much like large plastic two liter bottle, if you can imagine cutting the top third of one off. Just like a 2 liter bottle, it had an opening about the size of a quarter, and it fit into the mouth just past the mid point, forcing his tongue down and keeping him from yelling anything else. It allowed for the prisoner to breath through it unobstructed, and he could still make noise but just not form any words. The gag was manufactured with a double strap system, and one strap ran over his ears and one under them, so that they hooked behind his head and held the open mouthed gag firmly in place. The wide opening on the end sticking out of his mouth was like a megaphone, and tended to amplify any noises he did make. He was screaming and grunting and yelling, although the exact words he was saying were no longer intelligible. For Linda, and Trevor, and Judge Miller the silence was a relief, and when it was in place Linda Ellis retook her seat.

GAG INSERTION COMPLETED…HUMILIATION PROTOCOL NUMBER TWO CONTINUING

Then, very slowly, the machine began to rotate his entire body…..his hips making up the moment arm of rotation. Slowly his feet moved out towards the crowd, and his head and neck and arms and chest moved away from them; he was stretched out like he was laying on his back, four feet off the floor, and yet the rotation continued, more and more and more. About 45 seconds after it started, he was upside down, flaming red ass facing the crowd, his feet together pointed at the ceiling, head next to the floor.

Then, the machine make a few clicking noises, and then the rotation plane changed and he was very very slowly rotated in the other direction, almost like a trussed chicken on a spit, so that his ass slowly rotated away from the audience and his face came into view. It took about 20 seconds to get him turned around, facing them all again, but this time upside down. Then the machine slowly lowered him down, until first his head was on the floor, then his shoulders. His head was bent at the neck…and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. The bar still ran across his waist, and the humiliation ring was still around his cock, which had remained hard and virulent throughout all of the movements of the machine.

The crowd looked puzzled, all eyes curious about what was taking place.

Slowly the machine began to force the boy to spread his legs out, and simultaneously it bent him forward at the waist, until the bottoms of his feet were facing the crowd and he was bent over at the waist, the metal bar of the machine right across his middle, his legs stretched out parallel to the floor. Upside down, Travis could see nothing but the ceiling, and of course his dick and balls, as they were only about 6 or 7 inches above his face. To the audience, he looked ridiculous….they could no longer see his face, and instead were looking at the top of his head and the souls of his feet. Of course, with his legs spread the rest of him was exposed….everything clearly visible to the victims and the other witnesses. He couldn’t move his head or neck, as the neck ring held him rigidly in position, and his feet, still in the boots, were stuck wide open, exposing everything, including his open asshole. Suddenly, three large monitors came to life on the side walls of the auditorium.

The first monitor was from a camera pointed directly at his face. It was mounted over his face, just above his ass, and the closest thing to the camera was his scrotum, visible hanging down towards the floor below. You could see it falling away, slightly blurred, and also his dick hanging down towards his face. Next, you could see his face, every feature crystal clear, resting on the floor directly below that. You could see his eyes and nose and hair; his mouth was obscured by the wide opening of the clear plastic gag. The image also showed his arms -- stretched wide apart, almost resting on the floor and going off to the sides and out of the monitors range. The second monitor was from a camera mounted to the bottom plate of the machine, staring up towards the ceiling. It was pointed right at the tip of the boys penis, and you could clearly see the boy’s penis, and his testicles. Beyond that the camera could only see the ceiling. The final monitor was from a wide angle camera mounted in the ceiling itself…looking straight down at his ass. It was already bright red, and almost glistened in the lights.

Then the loudspeaker made another announcement: “PRESCRIBED PUNISHMENT WILL NOW CONTINUE”

Travis was trying to move in the bonds that held him, but was having no luck. He felt strange being tied upside down, and couldn’t figure out why they were doing this. He couldn’t see the cunt anymore….that was one thing he didn’t like, as he had really been getting a charge out of playing with her.

BANK! CRACK! Travis grunted….and his eyes watered. DAMN! That had hurt. The oak paddle had cracked down in a vertical plane….slamming into his ass like a shot. His balls had literally bounced from the impact, and the ring on his penis had shot the entire length of his shaft, then straight up again, slamming up against his balls and back down again---up and down and up and down and up and down a n d u p a n d d o w n.

All of a sudden Trevor Jones burst out laughing. He suddenly realized what was happening, and he was smiling like he had just seen the funniest thing in his entire life. Linda looked at him like he was crazy…all she knew was that she was relieved the Harrison boy could no longer stare her down.

Travis heard the Trevor boy laughing at him……didn’t see anything funny….and then, with a sudden look of terror, he realized what it was---and it was happening to him. The gag! Like a fucking funnel! Oh GOD!!!!! NO!!!!!!!

Bang! Crack!!!!

Oh no…oh fuck NOOOOOO! With the impact of the paddle, the humiliation ring was once again slamming up and down and up and down and up and down. Rapidly sliding over his baby oiled dick in a relentless trip. He had figured it out just about the time Trevor had….the gag was open, like a funnel, and the humiliation ring and the little arms on the machine were not only jerking him with a new speed and fury, but they were keeping his dick pointed directly, and accurately, at the funnel opening in his gag!!!! If he came…he would cum directly into his own mouth….a mouth now unwillingly open, and wide open at that. OH PLEASE….OH GOD. NO!

Bang! Crack! The pain….a burn….ever increasing….Trevor fought it….closed his eyes….tried to put himself somewhere else…..where…no…not the girl…don’t think about the girl anymore….OH GOD…plese….don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum oh please don’t!

BANK! CRACK! FUCK! God that hurt. His cock was huge now, the big purple tip beginning to glisten. His eyes were open….staring at it…..feeling the feeling….watching that ring move….up and down…up and down. Oh please, no….please no.

Trevor was laughing hysterically now…..and he leaned over to Linda and told her what was happening. Suddenly, she saw it too! The smile on her face was there immediately, and as she watched the ring sliding on the boy’s dick she could tell from his expression in the monitor that Travis Harrison was in trouble. Yes, the boy was definitely looking like he was going to panic. Finally, she thought---FINALLY. For the first time since Travis had first looked at her, she was able to relax and really enjoy what was happening to him.

BANG----CRACK!

BANG---CRACK!

Linda leaned over to Trevor Jones and whispered.... "I can’t believe what I’m seeing”

Trevor laughed...and said "Yeah....now this is hot. Way hot. I still cant believe he can take those hits…look at that ass!----Hell, look at his dick!” (they both laughed)

Everything was changing. Travis was suddenly going ballistic….struggling within the bounds of the machine…jerking hysterically and trying to do anything to get free. His dick was relentless….growing harder and harder and the entire tip had grown huge and glaring, the end bright purple and literally, dripping with desire. Like she had done with his brother, Linda couldn't stop staring at the boys dick....she liked to watch the way it was so hard and she loved watching it, knowing that it was going to turn on him, and any minute he would be feeding his own sperm to himself. The bastard deserved it, and she could hardly wait to watch it happen!

BanG! Another rifle shot, and the hydraulic paddle again slammed into his upside down ass. With each stroke his balls bounced, and an incredible pain burned away across his entire rear. He closed his eyes….he couldn’t get away…couldn’t get loose…and it was building…pain…oh shit.. the PAIN…so bad….so fucking bad. Oh shit, the pleasure….building too….and no..oh NO….a thousand times NO!

Bang! He yelped….then grunted…and he bit down on the gag to keep from screaming. His eyes, wide with fear…wide with agony. His eyes glistened…nothing more….just a wet look as he fought with all he had to keep it together and somehow, someway, survive the relentless onslaught to his ass.

BANG! Another smack....OH GOD can’t it stop. His dick….that ring sliding up and down….never stopping now….up and down and up and down and up and down. No….his balls up tight against his body…..his nipples turning to points. Up and down up and down…beginning to lose it….oh no….oh…his fucking dick....going to betray him! He was losing it….losing control and control was all he had left….

Oh no....BANG, oh PLEASEEEEEEEE, NO....NO.... Then, as yet one more BANG sliced the hydraulic paddle into his rear, he screamed for the first time with a yell that pierced the auditorium. And with that yell suddenly ten days of lust came spewing out of his cock in a violent release, pumping a flood of semen straight into the open gag, literally splashing the first wave into the back of his throat. He gagged, almost threw up, then gagged again as the onslaught of semen exploded from his own dick, almost filling the funneled opening of his gag with the seed of his manhood.

Travis Harrison lost everything when he began to ejaculate. He heard the laughter of the crowd, actually heard his semen hitting the plastic opening of the funnel gag, and as he tasted his own seed the tears starting pouring down his face. He was crying without abandon…crying in total shame and humiliation, the sliding ring still pumping his pumped out dick, up and down and up and down, milking the last drops of his manhood down into the funnel. He tried not to swallow…..but the building combination of saliva and his huge spunk-load were more than he could bear…and without control, his adams apple suddenly bobbed up and down, and with it, he swallowed his juices; and with his juices, his dignity.

The loudspeaker then spoke: "18 STROKES DELIVERED...PRISONER HAS 3 MINUTES TO SPEAK"

Travis Harrison was crying…pouring tears out across his face, running down the sides of his face and even onto the floor. His wail was a continuous fearsome cry, a cry with no beginning and no ending, a cry that just went on and on and on. The only interruptions in the cry was when he paused to swallow…as his semen dripped down the edges of the funnel opening and into his mouth; then he would be forced to swallow again. His sobs were almost deafening…..and even if he had wanted to talk, he couldn’t. He was spent….humiliated, totally defeated. There was nothing left…no pride, no dignity….no anger, and certainly no words. Nothing.

For Linda and Trevor his cry’s were sweet revenge, a just reward for a boy they both hated. They listened, as his cries were broadcast over the P.A. system in the auditorium, and really laughed whenever he took another swallow. As they watched the boy and the monitors they laughed too at his flaming red hot ass. It was blistered, and raw, and oh yes life can be so sweet sometimes.... Linda was staring at the monitor, fascinated at what he had done to himself. Watching his brother had been hot, and had given her a memory for a lifetime. But Travis---she had never known a guy could have so much stuff in his balls, and as she watched him pump them dry into his own mouth she had really been surprised at herself and how much she had enjoyed watching it happen.

The loudspeaker announced "TIME LIMIT IS UP---VICTIMS HAVE 30 SECONDS TO TYPE IN THEIR VOTE FOR ADDITIONAL PUNISHMENT DESERVED"

Travis didn’t move. He just lay there….the gag still in place….his dick now semi-soft and hanging lose along his stomach…a thin line of drooling semen hanging suspended from its tip and disappearing into the open mouth of the gag. He knew they were typing in his fate….what would it be? His ass hurt so bad….but he was so humiliated and so spent and nothing mattered anymore. He just lay there, unthinking, the tears still ceaselessly pouring from his eyes, the long loud cry slowly changing into a continuous sob of teenage misery.

"TIME IS UP---VICTIMS RESPONSES AVERAGED--ADDITIONAL STROKES TO BE DELIVERED: 18"

18!

Travis heard the number…and even before he had time to totally comprehend its meaning, there was a tremendous bang, like a rifle shot, and he felt the sentence turned into reality. Another BANG! CRACK! And he began to scream again! His eyes, now wide with panic, his mouth still held open, total agony. An ass in flames…..hurting beyond description….he screamed again, and again…a long wailing cry that sounded something less than human. He struggled, and felt that ring again….sliding on his dick…pumping it with a speed and fury that were beyond his ability to even contemplate.

CRACK!

Just a long continuous babbling scream now…..a lost boy trapped in an uncaring machine that continued to drive the paddle into his ass again and again and again. CRACK! More laughter from the girl……….BANG! CRACK!….OH GOD….and his dick, rock hard again….the tip beginning to pulsate -- not from the pleasure but from the forced friction of the machine….pumping his cock up and down and up and down…. BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK!

There was no mercy in the merciless machine. Uncaring, it smashed the paddle again and again into his already burning ass, and as it did so the color began to change from bright red to a darker, more sinister purple. He was just screaming now….out of control….unable to stop it….unable to do anything…..and then…oh NO…OH FUCK NO……his dick betraying him once again; then as Linda and Trevor and Judge Lewis and his brother and his mom looked on it began to pulsate anew, once again spewing a second thick load out of his dick and squirting it into the funnel. Everyone, well everyone other than his family, burst out laughing, as the oversexed teenager pumped out a second load only minutes after eating his first. CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG!………………Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggg!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

For Travis Harrison, the final shots of the paddle seemed to take an eternity. In reality, it took only 9 minutes of his life for the machine to finish pulverizing his ass, turning it into a raw piece of meat that would take weeks to heal. When the final assault was completed, the boy lay limp, unmoving, just a slight quiver and eyes that were glazed in a shocked expression.

The speaker crackled to life: THE SECOND PHASE OF SENTENCE COMMENCING. EMASCULATION PROTOCOL: PREPARATION PHASE.

Then, slowly, the machine began to lift the teenager off of the floor. As his head straightened out, the machine slowly rotated his body, turning him at the same time until he was again facing the crowd, head up and feet down. His arms were stretched out over his head, his legs again forced apart, spread eagled and standing before everyone. This time Travis looked out, and through his red cried out eyes he saw her, and he quickly looked away unable to hold her gaze. He was sooooo humiliated he just wanted to die.

Just then, a guard appeared on stage. He walked over to where Travis was being held vertically, and without saying anything he removed the open mouthed gag from the boy. Travis moved his lips….testing his mouth, and a small line of his jizz dripped out the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled down his chin.

The loudspeaker then spoke: "EMASCULATION PROTOCOL COMMENCING. PRISONER HAS 3 MINUTES TO SPEAK BEFORE REMOVAL OF SECONDARY SEXUAL CHARACTERISTICS BEGINS”

Travis looked at the crowd, scared like he had never been scared of anything in his life. His mind was racing; what could he say. There, in front of him was the boy….his eyes still black from where he had beat him to a pulp. And the girl, what could he ever say to her. He tried to meet her gaze again, but looked away in shame. There was nothing he could say…and he knew it. He deserved it, deserved everything that was happening to him, and he realized it, realized all of it.

The loudspeaker then announced: TIME LIMIT IS UP. VICTIMS HAVE 30 SECONDS TO GIVE CONFIRMATION FOR REMOVAL SEQUENCE TO BEGIN.”

Linda stared at her keypad. Finally, he was exactly where she had dreamed him to be. She reached down, and pressed the confirmation key, almost with glee. Trevor Jones took more time to make his decision. He hated what Travis had done to him, and his entire face was still so sore he could hardly touch it. But God…this? He reached down and pressed his keypad, looking at Linda as he did so. For Judge Lewis, the removal of the boys outward sexual characteristics was a simple decision, and one that he was sure would get a reaction and might even help deter other young men from a life of crime.

The loudspeaker crackled: “UNANIMOUS CONFIRMATION RECEIVED—PUNISHMENT PHASE I COMMENCING…”

Travis stood upright, spread eagled with everyone staring at his body. His chest was strong, showing the rippled abs that 3 years of weight lifting had produced. His armpits were black with his hair, and his nipples were small, pointed, and firm, perched on top of his powerful pectoral muscles. His pubic hair was thick, but not bushy, a solid growth of curly hair that was confined to a single patch except for a very small and thin line that grew directly up to his navel. His legs were hairy too. Other than that, he was smooth, and as he stood unmoving, he watched, and waited…. Then, four guards suddenly appeared onto the stage, each carrying some things. They walked directly up to the boy, and with no hesitation, they turned on some battery operated hair clippers and simultaneously attacked his pubic hair and armpits. In less than four passes of the clippers the boys sexual hair had fallen to the floor. Without comment, they then took some shaving cream that was in a bucket, and lathered his pits, his groin, balls, and legs. Without any hesitation, they each grabbed a razor, and began to pull them through the shaving cream. One guard worked on his left leg, another on his right, drawing the razor from his ankle up to his waist. One guard then leathered up his face, and shaved his sideburns off and the few whiskers he had managed to grown since the last time the boy had picked up a razor. As the shaving process finished, one of the guards picked up a syringe, and stuck in into the boys thigh muscle. It was a synthetic and modified estrogen compound, and within just a few hours it would eliminate any and all traces of any male hormones left in the boys bloodstream. It insured that the hair removal they had just completed would remain permanent. The entire process took less than 5 minutes, and then they grabbed their tools, and wiping Travis down with a damp cloth, they got up and exited the stage.

Wow, the boy sure looked different. He still had the same body, but he looked like a kid, and the tears that were running down his face added immeasurably to that image. His dick and balls were smooth as the day he was born, and his legs looked almost plastic in appearance they were so smooth---in fact, they actually shone in the light!

The loudspeaker announced “PHASE I COMPLETED”

The loudspeaker then spoke: "EMASCULATION PROTOCOL CONTINUING. PRISONER HAS 3 MINUTES TO SPEAK BEFORE PENIS REMOVAL”

Travis eyes went wide open. PENIS REMOVAL??? He was visibly shaking….and then he realized he had to speak, had to say something, anything....so much at stake, so much...and 3 minutes in which to say a lifetime of apologies. Quivering, he began to speak...with a humility like he hadn’t had in a very very long time.

“Pleasseeeeeeeeeeeee….I’m sor….sorry. I am….I know…..its not much….but I am….I dddddont deserve any mercy…..but I’m begging all of you…..pleaseeeeeeee, pleaseeeeee, not my cock….oH GOD, don’t take that. Pleaseeeeeeeee….”

The loudspeaker then announced: TIME LIMIT IS UP. VICTIMS HAVE 30 SECONDS TO GIVE CONFIRMATION FOR REMOVAL SEQUENCE TO BEGIN.”

Travis watched them now….the three of them typing into their keypads. Linda typed something in very quickly….but the judge seemed to be taking a while to think. And Trevor, he looked up at him for quite some time, before he too reached down and typed in his vote. Everything on the line....EVERYTHING. Oh GOD...oh please....

The loudspeaker crackled again: “UNANIMOUS CONFIRMATION NOT RECEIVED—PUNISHMENT PHASE II REMANDED AND BYPASSED…”

What???? Oh GOD…YES! Oh YES! Oh THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Travis couldn’t believe it…but he had been spared and his dick would remain his. Kathy was pissed…you could see her look at both of the guys to her sides…and she was talking and angry. Travis looked away from her….looked down at his dick…hanging limp, spent, used. Without hair, it looked like dick of a junior high kid…or less, but at least it was still his and would remain so. He was so relieved, and so humiliated.

The loudspeaker then spoke: "EMASCULATION PROTOCOL CONTINUING. PRISONER HAS 3 MINUTES TO SPEAK BEFORE CASTRATION SEQUENCE”

Oh GOD. Travis looked up…looked at all of them, and as the microphone near his lips was once again activated, he spoke out again, with a voice that was shaking with the fear of literally losing everything important. He knew it was the most important speech of his life.

With tears pouring out of his eyes and running down the sides of his face he sobbed out “Oh GOD…..please forgive me……pleaseeeeeeee I beg all of you. I have been wrong…but I don’t deserve….I don’t deserve to be…to b e castr……ated. Please….don’t do that to me….you can’t do that to me….please….. I’ll be gooooood…I swear I will, I’ve learned my lesson…I have…Oh God…I am sooooooo sorry. Pleassssssssssssse…..”

He continued begging, until finally the loudspeaker cut him off and then announced: TIME LIMIT IS UP. VICTIMS HAVE 30 SECONDS TO GIVE CONFIRMATION FOR CASTRATION SEQUENCE TO BEGIN.”

Travis stared at them….an expression of pure fear on his face, all hope resting on the three of them. Any one of them could save his balls, give him another chance for life. Oh please….there, Linda…she still looked pissed…and she entered her vote without any hesitation. Again, the judge and Trevor were taking their time, no doubt thinking about the consequences of a life of a man without balls. Then, Trevor reached down and typed something in his keypad….then looked at Kathy and smiled. The judge looked up and him, a strange expression on his face. He was deep in thought, his hand hanging suspended over the keypad. He bit his lip, looked up again at the sobbing teenager, and then typed something into his keypad. After that, he looked down at the floor. Trevor and Linda were staring at him….staring right at his spent dick that was still drooling.

The loudspeaker crackled: “UNANIMOUS CONFIRMATION RECEIVED—CASTRATION SEQUENCE COMMENCING…”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Three screams rocked the auditorium. A teenage male, strapped into the machine, screamed a scream of desperation, a realization that he was going to suffer the ultimate living punishment. His brother screamed too, a scream of fear; a scream of terror for the brother strapped into the machine. And his mother screamed as well, a long wailing scream, the scream for a wayward son, who had gone bad and was going to pay for it with his manhood.

The machine made a movement, and the boys legs were forced further apart. Travis went wild….struggling crazily like a madman, determined to get out of his bonds and break free, to somehow get away from what was happening. From a nozzle, directly under the boys ass, a fine mist of Batadyne antiseptic solution was spayed over his balls, ass, and upper thighs. As the solution spashed onto his genitals the boy yelled and jerked his ass…OH GOD. Then from a vent at the base of the machine, a stream of hot hair began to shoot out, aimed squarely at the boy’s testicles. The air was hot…as hot as the air coming off a hair dryer, and as it blew on his testicles they began to soften….and as Travis struggled and jerked on his bonds, trying anything, anything to get out of this, he felt the heat on his nuts and yet could do nothing about it. As the heat flowed the boy’s balls began to sag…..hanging down, and then hanging looser and looser and down and down some more. Soon, his entire scrotal sac was dangling below his legs, much like a bulls ballsack hangs down loose below an animal.

Everyone was watching, fascinated. Then, a tiny basket, made out of stainless steel, rose up from a box in the machine that was positioned directly below his scrotum. The small little basket had a wire ring around the top, and as it rose up on a metal rod it completely cupped his entire scrotal sac. He felt it, as his balls dropped into the little basket, and then, with a closing action, the top of the basket became smaller as the wire ring was pulled tight, holding and cupping his scrotum inside. Then the rod pulled back down, and as it retracted it stretched the boys scrotum down and away from his body.

Travis screamed….”OH no…oh God….” and then jerked wildly at his bonds, desperately trying anything to pull his feet together. There was no pain, none, just pure fear as he felt the machine gripping him. The Crymaker had him by his balls!!!! All he could do was slightly bend his knees inward, closing the gap only an inch or so at the most, accomplishing NOTHING. Then, a series of metal rods rose up until they surrounded his scrotum, almost like a metal fence….six little fence posts surrounding his ball sack, the end of which was still resting in the basket. Between four of the rods was strung a thin leather chord that had been soaked in a sterile brine solution. The chords were stretched tight, and the rods could be rotated by the machine.

The loudspeaker then crackled again: “CASTRATION IS FINAL. VICTIMS HAVE 10 SECONDS TO STOP SEQUENCE…..”

“TEN”

“NINE”

“EIGHT”

As the loudspeaker counted down the last seconds of his manhood, Travis screamed out…OH GOD…PLEASE….PLEASE LINDA….PLEASE TREVOR….PLEASE SIR….PLEASEEEEEEE SOMEONE HAVE MERCY ON ME…..”

“THREE”

“TWO”

“ONE”

“ZERO”

There was a sudden snapping sound, loud and distinct, and one of the sets of metal rods began to rotate in a blur, spinning one of the wet leather chords around the top of the 18 year old’s scrotal sack. As it was cinched tight, the basket, still holding the bulk of the boys testicles rotated 360 degrees…..and then the second set of rods began to rotate in the opposite direction as well. As it did so, another knot was tied around the boys ballsack, just about an inch below the top knot. As the machine cinched up the leather chords tight, two knots were formed…one directly below where the scrotum exited the boy’s body, and the other about an inch below that. Between the two knots the boys balls had been twisted one full turn, and the bulk of his scrotum, including the part housing his testicles, were below both knots. The entire process had been fast---less than 2 seconds from the initial movement of the machine. Travis SCREAMED…”OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” and then “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”—and then out of his mouth began a wail…a wail that turned into a long cry….it was a cry…a cry like no one had ever heard before. Loud, penetrating, primal………..not quite the cry of a man….no, something less than that. Not even quite the cry of a boy.

Less than a second later, the last two stainless steel post began to move forward, from the rear to the front. Between them was a nicrome wire, and through the wire was passing an electrical current, heating the wire red hot. As the hot wire passed perfectly evenly between the two leather knots around the boys testicles, there was a wisp of smoke as the red hot wire cauterized its way through the thin skin that was stretched between the two knots, and with a plopping sound the entire ballsack, bloodlessly dropped onto a waiting tray below.

Travis grunted as his balls fell away-—the actual pain lessoned as the nerve endings on his testicles could no longer feel the leather bands that had been strangling his balls.

As Travis Harrison wailed and cried and jerked and hung, the guard with the eye that was swollen shut reached down with a set of tongs and picked up the boys testicles. With a smile, he winked at Travis, then turned around and dropped the boy’s ballsack into a round jar filled with formaldehyde. Then, sealing the jar with a twist of a cap, he handed the jar to the girl. The boys balls looked huge in the round bowl, magnified by the glass and clearly visible to everyone in the room, including the neutered male that watched and saw and stared. The girl, Linda Ellis, smiled and laughed…and grabbing her boyfriend Trevor Jones, she kissed him hard on the lips, and then together, arm-in-arm, the young couple started to walk out of the auditorium, carrying the balls of Travis Harrison with them.

Travis sobbed….just a long delirious sobbing…..and as his chest heaved with huge tears streaming down his humiliated face, his long continuous babbling cry gave the “Crymaker” a new meaning. The curtain closed just then, but as it did there was a single truth that permeated the room; neither Travis Harrison nor Brinrick county would ever quite be the same again…

[Authors note: The just punishment of hard criminals is somewhat controversial. Whose to say which is more humane, a life behind bars or a free life without balls? Thanks for the emails, I appreciated every one and it was only through your encouragement that I have continued to write. [email protected]]