Author's note: This story is part 3 of a series. If you have not read the first two stories, I would suggest you do that first. All rights reserved.--Nathan)
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..........."
[Thanks for the many inputs-you guys that wrote encouraged me to continue this series so I have-Nathan9001@yahoo. com]