Mike was a rammy seventeen year old who landed himself in a detention center for troubled boys. The work required was hard, but they received a decent meal, clothes, and a chance to turn their lives around before it is too late. However as Mike found out attempted escape from this facility was met with severe punishment. Punishment he never thought still existed.
One night Mike attempted to climb the fence and make his way out to the field and head for the town near by. Much to his surprise as he scaled the fence activating the silent alarm. as soon as he reached the field on the other side. The guards appeared out of the bushes and siezed him. He struggled, but they were too powerful for him. Mike was taken to the warden's office the next day to account for his crime. Mike standing there silent waited for the warden to say something. Finally, "I see you tried to escape. You know we have strict rules to protect the nearby community. If attempted escapes are taken lightly then everyone will try. We have a routine that is applied to every prisioner who attempts to escape. Guards take him to the chamber and perpare him. In the meantime I will call the Disciplinarian." Mike just shrugged his shoulders and two guards grabbed one arm each and escorted him to the room. It was a cinder block area with one door, some bars at the very top to let in some light, and a cage to hold one or two prisioners. Mike was put in this cage and awaited the disciplinarian. As he awaited his fate he decided to catch a nap. He thought this would be a simple couple of slaps and he would be back in his cell. Not hardly. As he lay there asleep the guards were ready for him. The door was opened and the other guard noticed him sleeping. Mike had already removed his shirt to get comfortable. All that he had left was a pair of shorts. The one guard unstrapped a whip he carried at his side pulled it back and swoooooooosh SMack. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Right accross his chest. Mike jumped after his scream and landed on the floor. Another SWOOOOOOOOOOOSH SMACK accross his back. "Up and at attention". Mike with his chest and back stinging he rose up and looked at the guards. "Off with the shorts". "Now, or you will get a couple of more". Mike slowly removed his shorts and now was standing completely naked. He had a smooth chisled upper body about 5'8" with just a little hair on his legs. His _c_o_c_k_ flacid was a beautiful five inches.
Mike stepped out of the cage and the guards grabbed him one at each arm and led him to the disciplinarian. "I see you already started my work for me. Good aim you scored a couple of nice hits. It is a shame I have to torment a thing of such beauty". Mike just at that moment said to the guards, "You can't do this to me this is against the law". "Don't worry the marks aren't permanant, but you will be screaming for days." Mike was taken to a wooden table with arm restraints and chains hanging from the ceiling for ankle restraints. Mike was placed on the table on his back. Wrists chained at each corner, his ankles were chained as well. The ankle chains were raised as such exposing Mike's ass and genitals. In addition he was spread as such where you could access both. Suddenly he felt something cold and wet touch his asshole. And then all of a sudden a shock went though his body. A good size but plug was inserted and the moaning began. (AAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA). Then a handle with multiple strings of leather the size of shoe laces was praded in front of Mike. "No please no, you can't do this". He began to jerk his chains but it did as much good as the pleading. WOOOOSH SMACK WOOSH SMACK. Each stroke hit his balls and _c_o_c_k_. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOOSH SMACK, WOOSH SMACK AAAAAAAHHHHHH, WOOSH SMACK WOOSH SMACK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAA, WOOSH SMACK. WOOOOOS SMACK. His balls were on fire. His _c_o_c_k_ had a stinging sensation, by now he was hard as a rock. WWOOOOOOOOOOSH SMACK WOOOOOSH SMACK, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Fifty lashes in all. Mike was breathing heavy now. Precum was dripping from his head. His _c_o_c_k_ was now swollen and stinging. His balls were as tough as leather now. Small cuts appeared on his _c_o_c_k_. The next phase the Disciplinarian placed a healthy amount of Icy hot rub on his swollen balls. He felt the smooth cream soothing for a second then the heat sensation began. BUrning like crazy he screames aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. "Please no more, Make it stop hurting". The tormentor replied, "YOu should of thought of that when you tried to get out of here. Now you are paying the price. Mike was jerking his restraints but the sensation lasted for a while. Moaning and groaning. The tormentor left Mike for a while. Upon his return he lowered his ankles and attached his restraints to the table. NOw Mike was flat on his back and legs spread eagle. The tormentor pulled out a couple of very fine canning items. These were very thick and two were tied togehter at the base. Mike saw this and screamed "no more please". SOOOOOSH smack, SWOOSH SMACK, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH. Each stroke landed accross his smooth chest. The pain was now pretty intense his balls and _c_o_c_k_ were on fire and now his chest began to sting as if bees were constantly stinging him. AAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, smack , smack, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, smack. Muscles tightening and chains jerking smmmaaaaaaaaaaack. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, tears appearing as he moved his head from left to right. This was the only movement he could accomplish. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH smack smack aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. Fifteen in all now made a road map of this beautiful chest.
All of a sudden the guards appeared. The final phase of the punishment was about to begin. "Mike was begging and pleading for mercy. It did no good. He was turned on his stomach and his swollen _c_o_c_k_ and balls were placed through a small opening in the table so they were exposed on the underside of the table. Restraints tightened his ass well exposed. The butt plug was removed and a barbers strap was to administer the ass beating. Again, wwwwwwwwwoooooooooooshhhhhh smack. wooosh smach wooosh smack woooosh smack, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You could see his chest and back muscles tighten as each stroke reddened his bubble but. Swwooosh smack swwwoooooosh smack aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. "I can't take it anymore please stop.". aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh smack, smack, smack,, smack.. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fifty more were applied to his ass. Mike was at his breaking point. Finally, in order to prevent Mike from trying this again for a couple of days. The tormentor took a club directly accross his the arches of his feet. Four time this was applied. screeches could be heard clearly outside. ooooooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mikes ordeal was now over. He laid there motionless, but sobbing. Underneath a raging hardon could be seen, the tormentor began to stroke it with an amazingly tight grip. Mike squrimmed ooaaa ooa oooa aooa uuuuhhhh uuuuuhhhhhm, He wiggled his restraints and finally you could see his muscles lock and a squirt of cumm sprayed the floor. Mike collapsed again and remained motionless. The guards released his restraints and Mike just stayed there, he could not do anything but moan his whole body was in a stinging frenzy, his balls and _c_o_c_k_ were still throbbing and burning. The guards dragged him back to his cell and threw him on his bed. Mike until his wounds went away was harnessed and put on display in the main hall for all to see what there fate could be if they tried the same thing. Many days went by he was fondled and tormented, he could do nothing. Mike never tried this again.