Jimmy's heart leaped in terror when he saw the Machine. Convicted of vandalism, the judge had sentenced him to be the first offender punished by the "spanking machine" the press labeled "Robospank."
Ten feet tall, it towered near the ceiling of the punishment room, its chrome fittings glittering. The guards had stripped Jimmy naked before leading him to the room, and his bare flesh instinctively rebelled against the impression of coldness the Machine gave off.
In the heart of the Machine was a thickly padded bar nearly a foot wide, with a deep depression not unlike a navel in it. The guards led Jimmy through the maze of chromium struts to this bar and bent him over it; it was immediately obvious to him that the "navel" was designed to cup and accommodate his genitals, which were snugly cushioned by the black leather orifice. Grimly, the guards fastened Velcro straps to his wrists and ankles, with a broader strap across his waist as he lay face-down in the belly of the Machine. But despite its appearance, the Machine was far from cold; in fact, it was electrically warmed to 99 degrees Fahrenheit, slightly warmer than body temperature. Jimmy lay trembling, fastened to the Machine, feeling its slight warmth against his nude body, as the guards left him.
"SEQUENCE COMMENCES" announced a flat mechanical voice. "SUBJECT JAMES ROBERT WHITMAN, SEVENTY FIVE STROKES." Servomechanisms whirred softly as the Velcro straps tightened. Jimmy mind raced with fear as the servos drew his legs apart and the bar rose, until he was bent over to tightly stretch the skin of his buttocks and his ankles were a good three feet apart. Behind him, unseen, a rotary arm outfitted with four offset paddles of flexible leather rose up. The paddles were 10 inches long and 4 inches wide, fixed to the rotary arm by speed-sensitive hinges. Jimmy felt a brief warmth as a laser tracking device played its ruby beam over his buttocks, gauging and recording the distance between them and the paddle arm.
WHIRRRRRRR!!!!! The paddle arm began to spin, its speed increasing until the revolutions per minute created a blur of flying leather. As Jimmy waited terrified and helpless in his inescapable bonds, the arm dipped toward his naked buttocks rapidly, like a bird pecking at food. Wha-Wha-Wha-Whacckkkk!!!! In less than a second, all four of the thick leather paddles smashed across Jimmy's bare buttocks in unbelievably rapid succession before the arm as rapidly rose to its former position.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!""" The young man screamed. The furious bite of the paddles felt like he was being whipped with red-hot wires! A deep red welt rose across the center of his buttocks, and tears filled his eyes as the burning pain spread outward from the first stroke. Again, the arm dipped and WhaWhaWhaWHACKKKK! the fast-spinning paddles blistered across Jimmy's nude bottom again. "YEEEOWWWAHHH!!" the boy shrieked, the unbelievable pain this time searing across the thick swells where his buttocks met his thighs, as the Machine adjusted to avoid placing two strokes in succession in the same spot. The tears spilled over and ran down his face as he struggled helplessly against the bonds that held him tight.
Over and over the Machine dipped that blindingly-spinning paddle arm to slam against Jimmy's unprotected buttocks, as he screamed in increasing agony. His bottom shifted chamaeleon-like from the pale pink it had worn at the beginning to a deep purplish-red, as he wailed his agony and the Machine continued to deliver incredibly agonizing spanks. He was screaming continuously and crying without a break.
WhaWhaWhaWHAACCK!!!! "YEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWWW OHHHHH GOD!!!!"
By the time the Machine reached forty strokes, Jimmy's buttocks were a dark crimson, punctuated here and there by black-and-blue welts that pulsed with agony like the beating of a heart. Jimmy was shrieking and sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom a fiery mass of pain that exploded anew with every dip of the paddle-arm.
Finally, the Machine reached 50. "A MOMENT OF REST" it proclaimed, as a sobbing Jimmy relaxed against his bonds. Yet a loud whirr and click alerted him that the situation had changed. The paddle-arm retracted, and from the bowels of the Machine rose a new arm similarly equipped -- but instead of paddles, this arm bore four broad leather straps, each split in two for the last half of its length. The rotary to which they were attached was slightly different; as the speed of the rotation created a blur of flying leather, gyroscopic mounts created a controlled wobble -- a wobble ensuring that every inch of the buttocks presented to them would be punished by the straps.
SwishTHWACKSwishTHWACKSwchTHWACKSwishTHWACK!
"OWWWWOOOOWWWWOOOOOHPLEASENOMORE!!!!OOOOOHHH!!" Jimmy screamed as the sharper, more vicious pain of the straps cut into his buttocks. Again and again the arm dipped to sling the straps across his bottom as he begged for mercy and cried with the blistering pain. There was no mercy from the Machine; cold, soulless, it followed the punishment program to the end, as the shrieking youth struggled fruitlessly against his bonds.
Finally it was over. "SEQUENCE COMPLETE" the Machine uttered, and Jimmy felt the bonds on his legs loosened. His genitals slithered in the slippery mess of semen he had uncontrollably released as he squirmed against the leather, while his face was chapped with tears. Every inch of his full round bottom glowed deep red, the fiery color punctuated with darker, purplish welts carrying the outlines of the straps and paddles. The smirking guards released him from the straps, their disgusted nods directing their colleagues' gaze to Jimmy's glistening genitals.
It was over. As part of his punishment, the young man was ordered by the court to report to his parole officer every Friday at 5 p.m. for two months. Jimmy's first appointment with Officer Brown would take place in two days.
Jim Brown at forty retained the powerfully-muscled physique of the champion heavyweight wrestler he had been in high school. Six foot five and nearly two hundred forty pounds, he was the perfect candidate for a parole officer -- his sheer physical presence intimidated others. Mixing the races had produced a startling result in Brown; his dark chocolate skin, the inheritance of his Haitian mother, contrasted surprisingly with his almost-Caucasian facial features from his Polish father. A favored few, both male and female, also were surprised by the feature which combined the genetic ancestry of both African and Polish -- Brown's gigantic _c_o_c_k_ stretched to twelve inches when erect, and its eight-inch circumference, even thicker at the head, elicited groans of both ecstasy and pain from his bed partners.
Brown checked his book. James Whitman, last appointment of the day -- oh yeah, the kid who broke in Robospank! Brown recalled. A knock sounded at the door. "Come in," Brown said, though his deep bark made the invitation sound more like a command. The door opened and Jimmy walked into the office, his light brown hair tousled by the windy street. His blue eyes widened in apprehension when he saw his parole officer -- Brown appeared menacing even when he was simply sitting behind his desk.
"Have a seat," Brown told the kid, motioning to a chair as he opened Jimmy's file. Yet the young man remained standing. "Somthin' wrong with your hearing?" he growled at Jimmy. "N-no sir," Jimmy said, "Um, it's, uh, I can't. Sit down I mean." A deep blush covered his cleanshaven face. "Ha!" Brown laughed shortly. "After two days? Hey, that thing must do a great job!" Jimmy's blush darkened to a flush of anger. "It's not funny!" he said, raising his voice to the officer. "You should see how much that _f_u_c_k_in' thing beat me up!" Brown didn't like the kid's tone -- nobody talked to him like that and got away with it. "Fine. Show me!" he rapped out. "Wha - what?" the confused young man asked. "You said I should see what Robospank did ta your ass. Show me! That's a direct order!" Brown roared. Jimmy stood shifting his feet hesitantly. "Listen, punk, I'm your probation officer. You wanna violate probation? You wanna 'nother date with Robospank? Turn around and drop 'em!" the officer ordered. Blushing deeply again, Jimmy about-faced. He unfastened his jeans, and very gingerly, holding the waistband well back so as not to brush it against his buttocks, he dropped his jeans and they fell around his ankles. Very slowly he slid his white jockeys down, wincing at even the touch of the soft combed cotton as it touched his incredibly sore bottom, until they were clumped around his knees.
"Whew!" Brown whistled. Time's healing work still had a long way to go on Jimmy's well-punished backside. Though the welts had lightened to outlines and the initial fiery redness faded somewhat, the kid's ass still glowed a bright pink with traces of crimson. "See!" a humiliated and angry Jimmy said through clenched teeth. Brown still didn't like the kid's tone of voice. "Yeah, I see. Like I said before, looks like a great job," he snapped. The furious young man whirled around, oblivious of his ridiculous appearance with his jeans around his ankles and his shorts at half-mast. "Hey, it's not _f_u_c_k_in' funny!" Jimmy shouted. "Oh yeah?" Brown smirked. "I heard ya liked it. I heard ya liked it so much they hadda clean it up after ya." Enraged, the young man yelled, "Hey assHOLE, I couldn't help that and I DIDN'T like it!"
Brown stood up slowly, his body uncoiling from his chair like a massive cobra rearing to strike. "What did you call me?" he asked softly. Jimmy's mouth snapped shut as he watched the hugely muscled bulk of the black man move around the desk and approach to tower over his own five-foot-eight form. "I - I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. It just slipped out." The young man was suddenly and acutely aware of his much smaller stature and his partial nakedness. "Nobody calls me an asshole. Nobody." Brown hissed. "Look, I - I'm really sorry, I just got mad. It wasn't fair, that was way too much of a punishment for what I did, and now everybody makes fun of me," Jimmy stammered. "Oh, so it 'wasn't fair,' " Brown mocked the kid. "Sound ta me like it wasn't enough or you wouldn't have the attitude you got right now. Well, I can take care a that!" The burly officer grabbed a straight-backed wooden chair nearby and swung it around. He sat down and, with a menacing smile, patted his knee. "Bend over, time for round two!"
Jimmy's eyes flew open and his jaw dropped in shock. Not another spanking! Not on his still oh-so-sore backside! "No! Please! You can't!" the young man shouted in fear, reaching down quickly to try and pull his shorts and pants up. Brown's powerful arm shot out like a bullet and grabbed Jimmy's upper arm. The muscular black man effortlessly threw a wildly struggling Jimmy over his knees. "Oh yeah, kid? I can do any _d_a_m_n_ thing I want ta!" Brown snarled. He raised his right leg and moved it between the young man's flailing legs, then bent his knee and _c_o_c_k_ed his foot behind the chair leg, pinning Jimmy's left leg firmly down. Brown wrapped his left arm around the kid's waist and gripped the edge of the seat beneath them, locking his grip around the young man's twisting body. Jimmy was pinned by the muscular officer as effectively as by the straps of the Machine!
The young man's still-bare bottom wriggled helplessly, upthrust by the angle of his body bent across Brown's massive left thigh. The black man raised his right hand high and brought it down flat and hard across Jimmy's buttocks. SMACK! "YOWWW!" the young man yelled, his entire body jumping. The hard spank on his sore backside felt like he'd been spanked with the hot soleplate of a steam iron! SMAACK! Again Brown smacked his broad hand hard against the kid's bare behind. "YEEEOOOWTCH! PLEASE!!!" Jimmy yowled and begged, the fiery pain radiating out across his bottom like a spreading pool of molten lead.
Ignoring Jimmy's cries and pleading, the powerful black officer went on firmly spanking the young man's naked buttocks, which rapidly regained the deep red glow they'd worn after his session with the Machine. SMACK! SMAACK! SMMAACK! With a slow but steady rhythm, Brown's beefy hand spanked every inch of Jimmy's writhing backside. "OW! OWWW!! YEOWW!! PLEASE PLEASE NO MORE!!!" the young man howled, sobbing. The burning pain felt even worse than what the Machine dealt to him!
It was around the twentieth SMACK! when Brown noticed the same phenomenon that happened to Jimmy in the chromed embrace of the Machine. He could feel the kid's _c_o_c_k_ pressing fully hard against his thigh, so hot he could feel the warmth through the fabric of his uniform trousers. And though Jimmy went on struggling as if to escape the continued SMACK!s of the hard spanking, the black officer noticed that his wriggling seemed more purposeful, more centered, rubbing that stiff _c_o_c_k_ against Brown's leg. "Oh yeah," the big man thought to himself, his face cracking into a grin as he brought his hand down across the young man's behind for the thirtieth time. Brown's twelve inches snapped to rigid attention inside his boxer shorts, and he stopped spanking Jimmy, leaving his brawny paw resting on the boy's thoroughly-spanked buttocks.
"Had enough now, huh?" Brown said. "Oh p-please, n-no more p-please!" Jimmy sobbed, his bottom on fire. Brown stood up, his hands under the young man's arms pulling Jimmy up with him so they stood touching. The kid's head came up to Brown's collarbone. He reached down and tightly gripped Jimmy's rigid erection, feeling the slick wetness at the tip. "What's this?" Brown asked softly. "I thought ya didn't like it." Jimmy was confused and embarassed. He didn't know why being spanked affected him in this way. And now this stranger was holding his hardness -- a man touching his hard _c_o_c_k_! Yet his erection swelled even harder in the officer's firm grip. Jimmy gasped a soft "oh!" as Brown slid his hand up and then down the young man's hardness. "Yeah, he's ready...." the black officer thought as he felt Jimmy's response. He stepped back, releasing his grip on that hard hot piece of meat. "Strip," he said tonelessly to Jimmy, as he began taking off his own clothing. Without a word -- his fear of still another spanking was so great he would have jumped out of the window if the man had ordered him to! -- Jimmy quickly stripped off his shirt and finished removing his jeans and underwear. He watched in awe as Brown's massive physique was revealed, enormous biceps and pectorals covered in smooth chocolate-brown skin that gleamed in the overhead lights. Jimmy's eyes widened in disbelief as the officer pulled off his boxer shorts and stood up so the young man could see the thick, foot-long manhood, darker brown than the rest of the officer's skin, standing rigidly straight up.
"C'mon over here," Brown said. He noticed that, despite the shocked expression on Jimmy's face, his erection hadn't diminished. The young man walked over and again the officer reached to grip Jimmy's hardness in his powerful hand, squeezing it softly, then firmly, then softly again. He took hold of Jimmy wrist and guided the kid's hand to his huge hard pole. Tentatively Jimmy touched the pulsing meat, then held it -- his hand wouldn't go all the way around its thickness. He was excited, confused -- he'd never touched another guy this way before, not even in high school when some of the guys wanted him to join in circle-jerks. The dark purplish-brown shaft pulsed in his hand, like an animal covered in hot velvet.
Brown tangled the fingers of his right hand in the back of the young man's hair, slowly forcin Jimmy to his knees. "Go ahead," he muttered. The kid was aghast -- inches from his face the huge meat vibrated with the man's heartbeat -- was he supposed to take it into his mouth?!! The unspoken question was answered a second later, as the burly officer tipped his erection down with his left hand, meanwhile pulling the young man's head closer until the head touched Jimmy's lips. His lips parted, and he put his tongue out for a fearful taste of the big officer's _c_o_c_k_. He was surprised; there was little taste, just a faint musky saltiness as his tongue lapped gently at the plum-colored head. Brown pushed forward, and Jimmy's lips stretched to try and accomodate the gigantic erection's girth, but he couldn't open his mouth wide enough to get past the broad flare of the corona.
Brown pulled back, and looking up the young man could see the expression of disapproval on the officer's face. "Get up, go bend over the edge of my desk," Officer Brown ordered Jimmy. "PLEASE, please -- no more!" Jimmy begged, horrified at the prospect of even one more spank on his exquisitely tender bottom. "No, kid, I'm not gonna spank ya -- unless you don't do as you're told," the man reassured him. Jimmy quickly moved to the desk and bent over it, his scarlet bottom stuck out over the edge. Brown opened a file cabinet and extracted a jar of Vaseline; he popped the jar open and slathered a glistening layer of the slick petroluem jelly over his erection. He moved behind the kid and slid one well-greased finger slowly up the cleft of Jimmy's buttocks until it rested against his hole. The young man shivered continuously in apprehension and excitement; it was now clear to him what was going to happen next, that enormous pole of throbbing flesh pushed inside his virgin hole -- how much would it hurt? It couldn't be worse than the spankings!
Slowly the black man slid his thick middle finger into the young man's tight opening, feeling the hot flesh grip his finger tightly. He smiled at Jimmy's reaction as he slowly moved the finger in and out; the kid pushed his sore red bottom back when Brown pulled his finger away as if to keep the intrusion inside. The officer slipped his index finger in next to his middle finger, stretching the obviously-untouched ring of muscle even more, then slipped in yet another finger. Beneath the probing fingers, Jimmy was wriggling in a mixture of tearing pain and aching pleasure, wanting yet fearing the final intrusion of the man's huge erection.
Brown could tell the kid was ready. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Jimmy's hole, then aimed the tip of his rock-hard manhood between the brutalized cheeks. The young man gasped as the hot head seemed to sizzle against the sore red flesh; he trembled when the head began to push forward, parting the full soft cheeks of his buttocks, to touch his virgin opening. Slowly but steadily the muscular man pushed forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle slowly unclench under his assault, until the head of his manhood began to enter Jimmy. "Oh! Oh -- I don't think I can, it's too big!" the young man blurted as he felt the massive meat begin to invade his body. "This or a spankin', kid," Brown said, knowing without having to ask which Jimmy would choose. He pushed forward again, watching Jimmy clench his fists on the desk as the broad head of his erection stretched the virgin hole almost unendurably. Than with a snap that was almost audible, the tight muscle clamped shut around the shaft of the man's erection as the flared head pushed past it.
Jimmy's eyes were streaming with tears. The giant invader in his hole was painful and yet he wanted it to go on, to push further! His hope was answered as Brown continued to slowly push his huge black _c_o_c_k_ in, inch after glistening hard inch. The kid's virgin hole gripped his meat like a hot wet vise, tighter than anything he'd ever before experienced. The last few inches sank into the young man's bottom. "Ah!' Jimmy cried out involuntarily as Brown's heavy balls slapped against the sore flesh of his buttocks. It felt as if a telephone pole had been inserted in his untouched opening, stretching it wider than he thought possible.
Giving Jimmy a moment to rest, the big officer slowly pulled his erection back until only the head remained embedded, the pushed deeply in again. "Ooooohhhhhhh....." the young man moaned, whether in pain or pleasure it was impossible to tell. With a quickening rhythm, Brown began stroking in and out of the kid's incredibly tight hole, the in-thrusts often met with an audible wince "ah!" from the young man as Brown's massive testicles slapped against the sorely-spanked bottom, and his huge pole stretched the virgin opening again and again.
Brown felt it coming, inescapable, unstoppable. Heat filled his groin and his thick erection swelled even further; a wave of unbelievable ecstasy shot through his meat and he began to explode as he sank his manhood as deeply as he could into Jimmy. The young man felt the hot pulsing inside of him as scalding jets splashed Brown's manjuice into his hole -- and suddenly he reached his own peak. Wriggling on the stabbing spear of meat like a gaffed fish, Jimmy's own rigid erection trembled and blasted one hot spurt after another against the desk, the thick white streams running down to drip on the floor.
The black officer slowly pulled his softening meat out of Jimmy's violated opening, and the young man slumped exhausted onto the desk. "There's gonna be a LOT of rehabilitation needed from now on," Brown thought as he looked at Jimmy's naked form, the scarlet bottom, the dripping meat against the desk. He could hardly wait until next Friday! There was bound to be another probation violation -- and Jimmy hadn't even noticed the sturdy frat paddle hanging on the wall yet................