I decided to roam around the grounds to explore more of my new surrounding. I came across a barn with three convicts pitching bales of hay. From the way they were breathing they were working pretty arduously. They looked like they were in good shape, as did most of the inmates from all the manual labor that was part of their daily routine. I wanted to test my authority being alone with these three men. The last time at least Ted was there to back me up in case the strapping inmate didn't see it my way. This would be the perfect test. I slowly walked in to the barn and immediately the three of them stopped and looked at me. My first words were, "Get into position!" A glance of surprise seemed to cross their faces, but it didn't stop them from moving. Now I had a better opportunity to take inventory. The three convicts were standing side by side rigidly with their hands clasped behind their heads with their legs apart. "Spread 'em boys" I said while I gently kicked the inside leg of on of them. Quickly all three adjusted their stance with their legs spread very wide. I leisurely walked around each one, surveying their bodies from head to toe. They stood very still looking straight ahead. Because of my height, they luckily averted eye contact by staring above my head. I reached up with the back of my hand and brushed the cheek of the first inmate. It appeared from the stubble that he didn't shave today. I made note of this offense. I stood behind him and I proceeded to "pat him down." I started up by his shoulders and squeezed the firm bulging biceps. Slowly I ran my hands in front to feel the hard chest. Then I roamed lower, leaving one hand to massage his bubble butt; I grabbed his crotch with the other. There was definitely a full package there. "What are you hiding in here, boy?" I asked not releasing my grip, but squeezing even harder.
"Err, nothing sir, err I mean just my privates sir" he responded hesitantly.
"Well boy, I think you're hiding something in there" I said as I slapped his ass hard. It caught him off guard and took a step forward before regaining his stance. I also make a note of this offense. At that point I thought I'd make an example of him while the other two watched. "You two, over there, get out of my way," I said to the others motioning with my eyes where I wanted them to stand. They did so immediately. "Now let's see what you could be hiding big boy." I circled behind the first one again and yelled, "STRIP!" Off came the shirt, followed by the work shoes and the pants. Again he resumed the position for a more thorough inspection. I noticed he had a relative smooth torso, but with a well defined musculature. His thick arms and legs were hairy, as was the bush that surrounded his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I found a riding crop hanging on the wall, and thought how convenient. I used the crop to swat at his nipples and rippled stomach until the area turned a bright red. Then I used the tip of the crop to lift his pendulous penis only to let it drop. That was sort of fun so I did that some more. With his legs spread as far as they were it was easy to smack his ball from below. This caused a reaction from my stoic convict. His jaw tightened and his face reddened. My strokes became more rhythmic and harder.
Eventually he broke down and pleaded,"Please sir, my balls, my balls"
I gave him a few more good ones while I watched his whole body writhe. "So you can't take it, pussy boy" I sneered. "Bend over and grab your ankles," I commanded with authority. I removed my leather strap from the utility belt and I practiced swinging it in air. I kicked at his inner ankle; "I want your legs spread so wide if I looked up your hole I want to see your tonsils. This should teach you that just because you're a common criminal doesn't mean you can forget about personal hygiene, and when you're "in position" you're not to move until you're told." Thinking out loud, I announced "Thirty good ones, fifteen per cheek, that should bring my point across." I stood back to admire the view. The two firm globes of his butt where there just waiting for warm glow. Just as I was going to put down the crop, I thought perhaps I wasn't finished with it yet. I traced the crop up on thick thigh, stopping at his heavily hanging nut sack, and gave it another smack. This time my hunky prisoner didn't break his stance. Then I let the crop travel ever-so-lightly down the other one ruffling the matted hair on his inner thigh. Enough playing around, I've got work to do. I dropped the crop and with one hand I grabbed his balls. I tried to hold on to his _c_o_c_k_ too, but his balls were too big for my hands. Then I started swinging the strap. Whack! Whack! Whack! "Boy, I think you should be counting these. I don't count very well when I'm having fun," I said with a laugh.
"Four sir!" Was his reply with my next stroke. His voice didn't break until twenty-five. I was impressed. Finally, he concluded with a tearful "Thirty sir, thank you sir!" I reached over and rubbed the hot red ass. The welts that had just started to rise were even redder. I couldn't resist cupping his huge balls in my hands just one more time. I squeezed them with all my might and applied a downward pressure. I wanted him to end up on his knees. That didn't take long. He collapsed "in position" with his hands still gripping his ankles and my hands still holding on to his nuts. "Pleeease sir" was all he could muster. I laughed again, slapped him on the butt, and told him to get dressed and back to work. I looked over at his two comrades, who were still in position over on the other side of the barn. I walked over to each one in turn and grabbed their crotches. I just stood there between these two grown men holding their baskets in my hands as if I was weighing oranges. Sweat poured down their faces with the thought of what just happened could happen to them too.
"I hope you boys aren't hiding anything in there either?" I slyly asked, and squeezed a little harder.
"No sir!" They replied in unison.
"Then get back to work or you'll get worse," I threatened. They gave a quick sigh of relief and jumped back to join the just punished convict in cleaning up the barn. "Discipline is such hard, but someone has to do it" I said with a sigh of my own.
To be continued.........