RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!! Jimmy's eyes flew open as his alarm clock shattered the early-morning stillness of his bedroom. The dream, the dream.......he could still feel the hard manmeat in his mouth, in his bottom -- then realized he was sucking his thumb, and in his sleep had reached back to put his other thumb into his sore hole. Beneath him, Jimmy felt the sticky wet pillow against his damp still-hard rod and relaxing balls; he comprehended that he had shot in his sleep -- shot while dreaming of faceless brawny men punishing him, using his body for their pleasure -- What's happening to me? the young man wondered silently as he rose to shower off the evidence of his strange sleeping visions.
Jimmy spent his day waiting on customers, thinking occasionally about his next meeting with the probation officer. He closed his register shortly after five and began to walk the few blocks across town to Officer Brown's office.
He entered the building and tapped on the door. "C'mon in," he heard Brown's deep voice call from within. Jimmy opened the door. "Hang up your jacket," the beefy black man said. A tall odd-looking coatrack stood to the left of the door, most of it concealed by the officer's brown leather trenchcoat draped over it. Jimmy hung his jacket on one of the projections and turned to face his probation officer.
"We've got a problem, here, kid," Brown said. "I don't understand -- what problem," Jimmy asked, confused. "Well ya see Jimmy, ya understood the terms of your probations, didn't ya?" the officer asked. "Yes, the judge explained all that to me, sir," the young man replied. "Well then ya know that part of the conditions is that ya can't associate with known criminals. But I put a tail on ya to keep an eye on ya, I know your type, kid," Brown drawled, tapping a folder on his desk. "Accordin' to the report in here, the other day after work ya played soccer with Todd Miller. Is that true?" Brown demanded, leaning forward. "Yeah -- I play soccer with Todd all the time," Jimmy answered. "Well Todd Miller has a record of four retail theft convictions. That makes him a known criminal, and it means ya violated probation!" The black officer snapped.
"No! But -- I didn't know that! I never knew he was busted for anything! It can't be a violation if I didn't know!" the confused and startled young man replied. "Tough luck, kid, ya oughta know by now that ignorance is no excuse," Brown told the boy. "I'm gonna hafta fill out a violation report for the judge, I'll tell ya right now it means another session with the Machine, and double what you got last time!"
"PLEASE!!" a terrified Jimmy rushed over to Brown's desk, his face white with shock. "Don't report me PLEASE!!!" He knew he could never live through 150 strokes from the Machine's arsenal of corporal punishment tools. "Well......maybe you and I could work somethin' out," the officer began, _c_o_c_k_ing an eyebrow at the young man. Relief washed over Jimmy. "You...you mean the _s_e_x_ stuff? It hurt...but...okay I guess," the boy said, blushing. "Not just the _s_e_x_, kid. The FIRST part of yesterday's meeting, too," Brown snapped. Jimmy's look of shock and disbelief crumpled into tears at the unrelenting expression on the black man's face. "P-please, n-no m-more s-s-spanking, p-please!" the sobbing boy begged. "Quit cryin' like a pussy," Brown said. "You can take fifty from me, or a hundred fifty from Robospank. Tell ya what, I'll even let ya keep your shorts on this time. Make a decision!"
Jimmy's sobs continued. He was trapped, and he knew it. His shoulders slumping in surrender, "I-I'll take it f-from y-you," he told the muscular officer. "Strip down to your shorts," Brown ordered him curtly. Still sniffling, Jimmy took off his shoes, then his shirt, and finally pulled his jeans off. He stood waiting wearing only his snug-fitting white jockey shorts.
Brown took three pairs of handcuffs from his desk drawer. Then, walking past the young man, he pulled both coats off the odd-looking "coatrack" Jimmy noticed when he entered. It wasn't a coatrack at all, but Jimmy couldn't imagine what the unusual wooden contraption was for. "Come over here, kid," Brown ordered. At the top of the device was a solid wooden beam with two large openings in it on each side of the upright beam which supported it like the top of a "T". "Put your hands through the holes up there," the officer commanded. Jimmy did as he was told, and Brown quickly snapped the cuffs on his wrists so the young man was tethered to the top bar with his hands above his head. Brown grasped the bottom edge of the upholstered panel that hung down in front of the pillory, and swung it upward on its hinges until the padded front edge bumped the pouch of the boy's jockeys. Brown pulled harder, raising Jimmy off his feet with the padded shelf, then locked it into position with a loud CLICK! Now the boy's hands were fastened above his head, and his cotton-clad bottom was outthrust by the angle of his body bent over the edge of the padded shelf. Sweat broke out on Jimmy's forehead and under his arms -- he didn't like this bondage, it felt too much like the Machine! Brown snapped a cuff to Jimmy's right ankle, then drew his leg up high beneath the shelf, and fastened the other end of the cuff to an steel ring on the side of the upright beam, then did the same to the boy's left leg. The young man was fastened helplessly, his hands high overhead, his body bent nearly double to stretch the skin of his still-tender buttocks tight as a drumhead beneath the thin cotton of his shorts.
Jimmy turned his head and watched as the big black man stripped off his shirt, then moved to his award wall. His mouth dried in terror as he watched Brown lift the long, thick fraternity paddle off its nail, and advance toward him.
"NO! PLEASE! Not with THAT!" The boy cried out in fear. It was no use; the husky officer took his place behind Jimmy's pilloried body. The young man flinched as Brown touched the paddle to the tight-stretched seat of his jockeys, gauging the distance and placement of the paddle stroke. Brown grinned to himself; he was going to try something new and he hoped it would work. Taking a two-handed grip on the handle of the long paddle, he wound up like a major-league batter, then swung the paddle with all the might of his muscular arms squarely across the center of Jimmy's bottom.
WWWWAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!
"YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!" the boy screamed at the unbelievable agony of the paddle's explosion across his buttocks.
"OWWWWAAHH!!" he yowled again, for the pain of that single fierce blow grew like a bonfire catching alight from a bomb tossed into its midst. Behind him, Brown chuckled, satisfied by his experiment. The single super-hard whack had destroyed the taut-stretched fabric on the seat of Jimmy's jockeys, which now hung in shreds and tatters from the waistband and legbands. The boy's deep-red bare buttocks were fully exposed.
"OhohowwwNOOOOO!" Jimmy bawled, the blaze in his bottom lessening just enough to alert him that his thin "protection" was gone, and the paddle would be whacking naked skin from now on!
Brown was an expert -- he knew the key to today's paddling wasn't in the force of the blows. After two successive hard spankings plus the massive paddle-smack he'd just delivered, he knew the kid's bottom was as sore and tender as a burn. No, the way to deal with him today would be speed! Positioning himself again, Brown drew the paddle back and began a rapid succession of unrelenting strokes -- up, down, left cheek, right cheek, across both cheeks -- Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Hard enough to stamp a hot sizzle every time it landed on the bare buttocks, yet not hard enough to leave separate marks. "Ah!" "Ow!" "Yow!" "PleaseOw!!" "YOW!!" "AAAHH! OWWW!!" Jimmy jerked and writhed in pain as the burly black officer paddled his flaming bottom, bawling, yelping each time the smooth wood smacked him. The whacks were given so quickly with no break between them that the fiery pain grew and grew, hotter and hotter, until the young man was barely aware of anything but the nexus of agony that was his backside.Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap!
Brown delivered the fiftieth stroke and tossed the paddle aside. Sure enough, when he looked beneath the sobbing boy, he saw the kid's meat fully hard against the underside of the padded shelf, raising the remains of his shorts like a loose loincloth. Time for some REAL action, the man thought, opening his trousers to let his huge, aching erection spring free.
Jimmy said nothing; he hung from the pillory blubbering with his scarlet buttocks stuck out into the room. The muscular officer lovingly smeared a coat of Vaseline over the dark purplish-brown skin of his granite-hard meat and moved into position behind the boy. "No time for any 'massage' today, kid, I'm in a hurry," Brown said as he inserted the big plum- sized head between the young man's thoroughly-punished cheeks. He pressed its tip to the boy's hole, and with one forceful push shoved half the length of his erection into Jimmy.
"YEOW!" the young man yelped, the sharp pain of the raping manmeat entering him like needles tearing at his tight hole. Brown ignored the outcry, sinking his thick twelve inches to the hilt in the wriggling bottom. He pulled back, far back, until the head popped out and rested against the kid's hole again, then -- "MMMpphhh!" -- rammed in to the hilt again, his heavy balls slapping against Jimmy's sore buttocks. Over and over he pulled his steaming erection barely free of the gripping boyhole, then shoved in again through the tight ring of muscle to his full length, as Jimmy yowled in pain and protest at the savage sodomizing.
Brown sank in deeply as he felt the simmer of pleasure in his balls come to a full boil and his hot seed exploded into the bound boy. Pressed tightly to Jimmy, he felt the young man shudder beneath him -- then the backsplash of warm semen as the kid's own balls let loose and Jimmy spurted his hot juice onto the spanking pillory and the floor. Boy, for a kid who acts like he doesn't like it, the kid sure comes like a firehose every time! the burly man thought. He eased his softening erection out of the boy's sore, stinging hole and shoved it back into his pants. Then he took his keys and released the young man from the cuffs.
Jimmy slumped to the floor, lying in the puddle of his own semen clothed in nothing but the shreds of his jockey shorts. "Clean that up, get dressed and get out of here," Brown ordered the kid. "I hafta get goin', so lock the door behind ya. And don't be late for your appointment tomorrow!" he said as he left the office.
Jimmy lay panting on the floor for nearly fifteen minutes before he summoned the strength to get up. Wincing with every step, he walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door, and stood with his back to it, turning his head over his shoulder to look at his chastised behind. His full buttocks were bright flame-red from the small of his back to the tops of his thighs, and he noticed that the very top layer of skin was peeling here and there, as if he'd badly sunburned his bottom. With a sob catching his breath, he began dressing, praying that tomorrow wouldn't bring another spanking. It just COULDN'T!