[Author's note: This story is the fifth part of the Crymaker series. If you haven't read parts 1 through 4, I would suggest you do that first. I have appreciate all of your many comments and words of encouragement--thanks. All rights reserved. -Nathan]
At 18 years of age Travis Harrison wasn't a small young man. At 190 pounds he was solid muscle, and he knew how to take care of his body. He was strong, powerful, and he lifted weights on a regular basis. His body allowed him to intimidate most of his high school, and around the halls he was well known as one of the seniors you wanted to stay away from. You didn't want to get on the bad side of Travis Harrison. But it wasn't the strength that was so deceiving about Travis; no, it was his speed, and that was something the guards just didn't have any idea about.
Things had started out normally enough. The four guards that had just finished with his younger brother were now back in the holding cellblock, laughing at what they had just watched, and so they weren't exactly paying close attention like they should have been. They were in a great mood as they started to untie Travis in order to prepare him for his trip to the punishment apparatus. Suddenly, as they were freeing Travis from the last of the restraints that had held him to his bed the boy had struck out with blinding speed...punching the nearest guard that had been holding his arm so fast he didn't even have time to blink. The blow hit the first guard hard, square in the right eye, and his head had bounced back, impacting the cinder block wall with a thud. His eyes had rolled upwards, and then he had dropped like a rag doll. The other guards had been stunned-used to working with younger teenagers who had screwed up just enough to get a visit with the "Crymaker," they just weren't prepared for what was happening now. As the guards turned in shock, Travis kicked out with his free foot, up and forward and hard...and it landed on the second guard directly into his groin, doubling him over instantly and leaving him holding his testicles in agony. He too dropped to the cell floor--with both hands on his crotch. The older Harrison boy was instantly out of the cell, and as he left he slammed the cell door behind him, and as the latch snapped shut the two other guards left inside could only yell for help. Travis was bolting...but not for long. Even with all of his speed, and all of his strength and all of his frustration and all of his anger he still couldn't get past the fact that the cellblock had no open exit. The push for freedom had been a futile one; a rush maybe, but a rush for nothing as it turned out.
As the alarm rang and more guards poured into the cellblock there really wasn't anything Travis could do to really get free. But he fought like an animal anyway, a young man in desperation who kicked, and jerked, and swung. In the end eight guards had been required to get him down, and leg chains were secured and special handcuffs, combined with elbow locks, had had to be used. Even then he wriggled so hard and so furiously that he was difficult to get to move where they needed him to go.
They were 15 minutes behind schedule when they reached the punishment room, and as they dragged him to the machine he was yelling obscenities and screaming as if there was no tomorrow.
"_f_u_c_k_ you! ..._f_u_c_k_ all of you...you bastards...NO...no _f_u_c_k_ing way.....NOOOOOO, I'm not going, no...I'm not..._f_u_c_k_.._f_u_c_k_ you asshole...
Finally, they had him to the machine. The boots! The _d_a_m_n_ boots! No way....then he lashed out again, both feet, and nailed another guard who crashed sideways into the Crymaker. There was blood this time-the guard had cut his cheek on the machine...then more hands...and then........._f_u_c_k_...his right foot, _d_a_m_n_ them..._d_a_m_n_ _d_a_m_n_.....he felt the _f_u_c_k_ing boot....now...then something being locked around his foot. God it was tight. _s_h_i_t_, then the other foot.....three guys holding his one leg....he kicked hard anyway, moved them around some....no...NO.... He couldn't let them---_f_u_c_k_! He felt the boot being latched around his foot and then his feet were no longer his to control....NO...they were the machines. NO!
The guards opened the handcuffs, two guards now on each arm...he got his right one free anyway, and punched out at another guard, hitting him so hard he grunted and fell backwards. They were all over him then...yet amazingly never hitting him or striking out. Instead, just wrestling with him, struggling with him. They had his right arm....pulling it...he was trying sooooo hard but they had it..and then, _f_u_c_k_, his wrist...it too finally secured into the machines restraining cuff. The left wrist had gone much easier, and finally the guards had managed to do what had for a while seemed like an impossible task; they had managed to get Travis Harrison, an 18 year old convicted rapist that they had totally underestimated, latched into the machine.
The guards were breathing hard, and they paused and rested after the struggle, even though the whole operation was now off schedule. One of them leaned up over to Travis's face to say something, but before he could say anything at all Travis had spit a huge goober directly into his face, and the guard had jumped back, wiping his face off with disgust while the other guards laughed. The guard was pissed---and he started to reach out to strike the restrained boy, but was quickly stopped by another.
"Hey man...don't...he's going to get it...just be patient and watch the show. Don't do anything stupid. Just get the scissors and lets get this guy ready. We are so late now we're going to have to make a hell of a report. _d_a_m_n_ this jerk."
And so, with a little more display, and a little more difficulty, Travis Harrison found himself hooked into the depths of the machine. The procedures were the same as his brother had just undergone, and once he had his feet locked into the boots and his wrists attached to the wrist restraints; the rest of the hookup procedure had been pretty uneventful. The neck restraint had been a little difficult to get on, but with some determination and three tries they had even got it secured and buckled in. There had been a pause with the spitting teenager, and as he lashed out with his mouth and teeth they had finally had to get something to protect themselves. Finally, one of the guards had slipped a clear plastic bag over the boy's head with holes in it so he couldn't spit at them anymore. After that, it had been a lot easier. But, other than those things the procedures they had used to hook the younger brother to the machine just over an hour ago were exactly the same. Travis had yelled a lot more, cussed a lot more, and had struggled a lot more. But in the end it still hadn't made any difference. He was now there, just like the little Harrison had been. Naked. Stark naked. Arms spread out wide, and his feet apart. And of course, the humiliation ring was now on his _c_o_c_k_, sliding up and down whenever he thrust out or jerked his legs or hips.
Yet, there were differences too. Travis was bigger, and he never stopped yelling the string of obscenities that streamed from his mouth. He was angry, defiant, and he wasn't the least bit turned on. His penis lay limp, the baby oiled humiliation ring almost swallowing the _c_o_c_k_ and even when it moved, it looked like it was moving over a piece of wet spaghetti. On his face there was nothing but anger visible as an expression.
"_f_u_c_k_ YOU BASTARDS..._f_u_c_k_ ALL OF YOU" he yelled.
Finally, the guards stood back, almost in awe, as they watched Travis scream and jerk and fight the bonds that held him in position. Just then the two guards from the cell, the ones that Travis had first laid out with a blow to the head and a kick to the balls, arrived into the punishment room. They immediately walked up to him and along with the others, took a look at the angry young man, still cussing and yelling and screaming.
"Guess he doesn't want his punishment..." (laughter)
"_d_a_m_n_ he's one strong kid man."
"Yeah...God, he is and my eye feels like he knocked it out. _d_a_m_n_ the bastard"
"You ought to go get that looked at"
"Maybe later, but no way am I going to miss this. I wish I could beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of him myself; but hell, at least I'm going make sure I see the session. It ought to be hot and he deserves it BIG TIME."
"Yeah, he's one strong _f_u_c_k_er. Can you imagine him hitting with that fist of his on that high school boy...and GOD, he hit the girl too..._d_a_m_n_, he could have killed them both."
Then the guard with the bad eye, that was swelling more with each minute that passed, the same guard that had spoke to his younger brother just before he was punished, walked right up to the restrained 18 year old and leaned up to the boy's face, separated only by 4 inches of space and a thin clear piece of plastic. As the two locked eyes... they stared each other down. Travis was unflinching. Finally, the guard looked down, out stared, and somewhat humiliated. Then he spoke:
"OK smartass, I'm required to tell you something, so you listen, and you listen good. You're going to get your ass paddled three times from this machine, and then the punishment protocol's going to shift and you're going to get moved around a little as it changes from Protocol #1 to Protocol #2. Pissing off the judge was real stupid...gotta tell you that. You are the first 'Humiliation Protocol Number Two' we have ever seen, and it's no skin of my ass....so I don't care. But you will. Anyway, you're going to get 18 cracks of the paddle, and then your three victims get to decide if they want to give you 18 more. Got that?"
Travis answered: "_f_u_c_k_ you asshole. And its two victims, not three. I only screwed with Linda and her stupid boyfriend. There ain't nobody else. And I don't care about your stupid protocols...I'm going to make you kiss my ass when this is over."
"No, YOOOOOU listen asshole.....THREE victims. You pissed off judge Miller...and he's a victim of your jerkface antics too. My bet is he's here to make sure that the boy and girl don't have any more mercy feelings, like they had for your brother. So, have a real nice ride." And then he burst out laughing.
Then, just as they had done with the younger Harrison and all the other boys who had been through the machine, the guards walked out, taking the plastic bag off his head as they departed. Finally, Travis was alone, locked into the mechanical punishment apparatus, and while he might have been scared he was far more angry and defiant. He was determined to show those assholes, and no matter what they did, and no matter how hard they did it, he wasn't going to cry like a _f_u_c_k_ing baby. He didn't know much else, but he knew that for sure. He wanted to look around, but his neck restraint held his head firmly forcing him to stare straight ahead. Suddenly, he noticed his brother...hanging by his arms, over at the side of the room! God, his ASS! _d_a_m_n_! It was the reddest ass he had ever seen!
Robert was staring at him...and then said "Don't Travis....don't piss them off anymore. You can't beat em...you can't man."
Travis answered "God guy...that's one red ass you've got...look like you been crying too."
Robert: "OH God Travis..." and then the tears started flowing all over again, pouring out of the young 16 year old Harrison like a river flowing from a broken dam.
Then, his brother's concentration broken, they both heard the crackle of the loudspeaker:
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....TRAVIS HARRISON, MALE, AGED 18, HAS BEEN SENTENCED BY THE COURT OF BRINRICK COUNTY TO 36 STROKES ON HIS BARE BUTTOCKS FOR HIS CRIMES OF FELONY ASSAULT. HE WAS FURTHER SENTENCED TO EMASCULATION WITHOUT THE BENEFIT OF ANESTHESIA FOR HIS CRIMES OF FELONY _s_e_x_UAL ASSAULT OF A MINOR. SUPERIOR COURT FURTHER DICTATED THAT HUMILIATION PROTOCOL NUMBER TWO WILL BE USED. FOLLOWING THE FIRST 18 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 ASSAULT SENTENCE. ANY ADDITIONAL STROKES CALLED FOR WILL THEN BE ADMINISTERED. FOLLOWING THE ASSAULT PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL, THE SECOND PHASE OF THE SENTENCE WILL BE EXECUTED, ACCOMPLISHED IN THREE PARTS. EACH PART REQUIRES THE UNANIMOUS AND CONFIRMED ASSENT OF ALL VICTIMS, OTHERWISE THAT PORTION OF THE SENTENCE WILL BE REMANDED AND BYPASSED. PRESCRIBED PUNISHMENT WILL NOW COMMENCE."
Then, the curtain pulled back, and Travis was staring at the crowd. His mind raced with a hundred thoughts, jumbled together each shouting in its own way. There that _f_u_c_k_ing bitch was...right in the front row. Nice _f_u_c_k_ yeah...yeah that she was, just not long enough. And that jerk Trevor...Jones wasn't it? Yeah...still has the black eyes from where I busted his nose. Hah! Serves him right. A few others around...some policemen, hell, I'll show those _f_u_c_k_ers too-I'm not a _f_u_c_k_ing crybaby. Oh yeah, there's that _f_u_c_k_ing judge....what a jerk. Mom? MOM???? What the _f_u_c_k_ is she doing here? Great...talk about stupid, she ought to leave. They don't have any right making a mother watch her sons getting beat on. God there are a lot of sick bastards in this room!
"_f_u_c_k_ YOUUUUUU!" he yelled! "_f_u_c_k_ ALL OF YOU!!!!"
All eyes went wild...surprised at his outbursts. And, of all the people there, Linda Ellis was shocked----he was looking right at her, staring her down. She looked away to make sure, then looked back. Travis was locked on, his eyes right on hers...staring her down...never looking away...one eye slightly squinted. She looked down again, then back up....he mouthed the words N-I-C-E F-U-C-K to her, and she looked away, her faced blushing bright red in the process, and a cold chill running all the way down her spine.
Linda leaned over to Trevor and whispered "He scares me Trevor."
Trevor: "Don't let him....he's finally where he belongs, and I for one, am happy to see him up there."
Linda: "He keeps staring at me."
Trevor: "So what. Don't let it get to you....I mean it, OK?"
Suddenly...a whirring noise, and as all eyes stared at Travis Harrison the punishment apparatus began to move the 18 year old slowly into his paddling position. As his arms began the stretch forward and his body was bent forward over the bar, he yelled "Hey....you sick bastards wanna see a show do you????? I'll give you a _f_u_c_k_ing show!!!!"
He was angry, and he had a look of an animal, trapped and dangerous. Judge Franklin Miller had seen a lot of young criminals, and this one was markedly different. He wondered if they hadn't made a mistake---should have sent him to the Penn with a life sentence. He had never seen anyone so determined, jaw set in anger, staring that poor girl down and acting like he couldn't give a _d_a_m_n_ no matter what they did to him. He wondered if the machine had finally met its match, and the fact that in less than an hour this rapist would be walking free scared the hell out of him.
Travis Harrison was no longer afraid. Instead, he was defiant and angry, and was consumed with the girl that had dumped him. As the machine finally had him set in position, Travis, still staring at the girl, began to purposely rock his hips...grinding them into the machine, at least to the limit he could move them. And he couldn't move much, but his ass did bob up and down, and as it moved the humilation ring started its slide in and out over his baby-oil soaked dick. While he was doing this, he started screaming "OH YEAH....I'm GOING TO FINISH _f_u_c_k_ING YOU BABY....YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT SO HERE IT COMES!"
There was a ripple of shock that spread across the entire auditorium. It was affecting everyone. Judge Miller was stunned at his gall....Trevor Jones stared with his eyes as squinted half closed, a look of rage, or lust or something. Something evil. His own mother was was obviously shocked and embarrassed at her son's lewd comments and the thrusting motions he was making. And then there was Linda....oh yes, she was totally freaking out...
Linda screamed....Oh GOD, stop....make him stop...he's doing it right here...
Then, almost like a rifle shot, the first paddle firing rocked the auditorium. The paddle impacted Travis's ass with a crack, and the boy's eyes monetarily flew open, wide open. But nothing came out of his lips.....and he never changed his stare. Still locked eyeball to eyeball with his old girlfriend, he never slowed the grinding of his hips....and the smirk and that evil smile were still painted on his face as he pretended to _f_u_c_k_ her, driving his hips forward and actually rocking the entire machine. The humiliation ring was sliding rapidly up and down his _c_o_c_k_, fueling a rapidly building erection that he appeared to be totally enjoying. For the guards, it was session like no other session they had ever seen.
BANG! CRACK!
Travis bit his lower lip...but other than that, there was no other reaction from the teenager. He kept his hips moving....grinding his hips while he stared her down. His penis was feeling great, and the burn on his ass, while being much worse than he had thought it would be, nevertheless was something he refused to let totally into his consciousness. He wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
BANG. CRACK! Another shot, smashing into his ass. A grunt this time....but again, nothing more. He opened his mouth, and ran his tongue around his lips....licking them in a lewd display while he pumped his hips and in turn forced the sliding humiliation ring to move even more rapidly up and down and up and down. It was obvious to everyone that he was building rapidly towards a climax and actually enjoying himself as he imagined himself _f_u_c_k_ing the girl in front of him. He was staring her down...and even as the machine pounded on his ass he was still laughing! Ten days of pent up lust was driving him forward, faster and faster he was moving, seemingly uncaring about his ass that was slowly turning sunburned red.
Linda screamed!
Oh God....then she jumped up and started to run....Trevor right behind her and everyone suddenly yelling and talking and screaming at once. The entire auditorium was coming unglued. Judge Miller's voice cut through the air: "STOP----if you leave now he gets off with nothing.....you need to stay young lady...you can't leave or he wins!"
Linda answered: "I can't....he's......he's raping me right now...cant you....
Suddenly, her voice was cut off with the blaring of the loudspeaker:
PROTOCOL PAUSED. SUBJECT MALE BEING RESPOSITIONED FOR HUMILATION PROTOCOL NUMBER TWO, AS SPECIFIED BY HIS SENTENCING HEARING.
Linda stared at the stage....and saw that the boy she hated more than anyone was suddenly beginning to move out of his bent over, almost _s_e_x_ualized position. And, as the machine stretched him out it thus restricted his ability more and more.
Travis was still trying to grind his hips, but the machine began to bring his legs together and had already pulled his arms upward toward the ceiling, stretching him out and making it increasingly difficult to get any motion at all. The small arms on the humiliation ring slowly coasted to a stop, and slowly, very slowly, he was stretched until he was standing vertically, his dick bobbing up and down slightly to his heartbeat, a single drop of clear fluid anointing the tip. _d_a_m_n_ he was pissed---another 30 seconds and he would have shot!
Travis yelled "_f_u_c_k_ YOU..._f_u_c_k_ YOU ALL.....I'm GOING TO _f_u_c_k_ HER, I AM YOU KNOW....."and then he laughed!
The loudspeaker announced: PROTOCOL PAUSED FOR GAG INSERTION.
At that, a guard walked across the stage...carrying something in his right hand. He was the guard with the now very black eye, which had swollen almost shut in the half hour since Travis had hit him. Suddenly, he took the thing in his hand and pushed it up towards the boys face....and shoved it into his mouth before Travis had time to react. It was a gag of sorts....and when it was inserted the boy could say nothing. But it was a special gag, and its one feature was that it forced the mouth to remain open. It was a ring of soft plastic...and looked much like large plastic two liter bottle, if you can imagine cutting the top third of one off. Just like a 2 liter bottle, it had an opening about the size of a dime, and it fit into the mouth just past the mid point, forcing his tongue down and keeping him from yelling anything else. It allowed for the prisoner to breath through it unobstructed, and he could still make noise but just not form any words. The gag was manufactured with a double strap system, and one strap ran over his ears and one under them, so that they hooked behind his head and held the open mouthed gag firmly in place. The wide opening on the end sticking out of his mouth was like a megaphone, and tended to amplify any noises he did make. He was screaming and grunting and yelling, although the exact words he was saying were no longer intelligible. For Linda, and Trevor, and Judge Miller the silence was a relief, and when it was in place Linda Ellis slowly returned to her seat, still shaking but determined to see this through.
GAG INSERTION COMPLETED...HUMILIATION PROTOCOL NUMBER TWO CONTINUING
Then, very slowly, the machine began to rotate his entire body.....his hips making up the moment arm of rotation. Slowly his feet moved out towards the crowd, and his head and neck and arms and chest moved away from them; he was stretched out like he was laying on his back, four feet off the floor, and yet the rotation continued, more and more and more. About 45 seconds after it started, he was upside down, flaming red ass facing the crowd, his feet together pointed at the ceiling, head next to the floor.
Then, the machine make a few clicking noises, and then the rotation plane changed and he was very very slowly rotated in the other direction, almost like a trussed chicken on a spit, so that his ass slowly rotated away from the audience and his face and balls and _c_o_c_k_ came into view. It took about 20 seconds to get him turned around, facing them all again, but this time upside down. Then the machine slowly lowered him down, until first his head was on the floor, then his shoulders. His head was bent at the neck...and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. The bar still ran across his waist, and the humiliation ring was still around his _c_o_c_k_, which had remained hard and virulent throughout all of the movements of the machine.
The crowd looked puzzled, all eyes curious about what was taking place.
Slowly the machine began to force the boy to spread his legs out, and simultaneously it bent him forward at the waist, until the bottoms of his feet were facing the crowd and he was bent over at the waist, the metal bar of the machine right across his middle, his legs stretched out parallel to the floor. Upside down, Travis could see nothing but the ceiling, and of course his dick and balls, as they were only about a foot or so above his face. To the audience, he looked ridiculous....they could no longer see his face, and instead were looking at the top of his head and the souls of his feet, his toes pointed to the floor. Of course, with his legs spread the rest of him was exposed....everything clearly visible to the victims and the other witnesses. He couldn't move his head or neck, as the neck ring held him rigidly in position, and his feet, still in the boots, were stuck wide open, exposing everything, including his open asshole. Suddenly, three large monitors came to life on the side walls of the auditorium.
The first monitor was from a camera pointed directly at his face. It was mounted just above his ass, and the closest thing to the camera was his scrotum, visible hanging down towards the floor below. You could see it falling away, slightly blurred, and also his dick hanging down towards his face as well. Next, you could see his face, every feature crystal clear, resting on the floor directly below that. You could see his eyes and nose and hair; his mouth was obscured by the wide opening of the clear plastic gag, his eyes still burning with angry determination. The image also showed his arms -- stretched wide apart, almost resting on the floor and going off to the sides and out of the monitors range. The second monitor was from a camera mounted to the bottom plate of the machine, staring up towards the ceiling. It was pointed right at the tip of the boys penis, and you could clearly see the huge dick, the big purple head with its bead of pre-cum anointing the end, and the boy's testicles, tightly encased in his scrotal bag. Beyond that the camera could only see the ceiling. The final monitor was from a wide angle camera mounted in the ceiling itself...looking straight down at his ass. It was already bright red, and almost glistened in the lights.
Then the loudspeaker made another announcement: "PRESCRIBED PUNISHMENT WILL NOW CONTINUE"
Travis was trying to move in the bonds that held him, but was having no luck. He felt strange being tied upside down, with his legs spread out almost 90 degrees, and couldn't figure out why they were doing this. He couldn't see the cunt anymore....that was one thing he didn't like, as he had really been getting a charge out of playing with her.
BANK! CRACK! Travis grunted....and his eyes watered. _d_a_m_n_! That had hurt. The oak paddle had cracked down in a vertical plane....slamming into his ass like a shot. His balls had literally bounced from the impact, and the ring on his penis had shot the entire length of his shaft, then straight up again, slamming up against his balls and back down again---up and down and up and down and up and down a n d u p a n d d o w n.
He pulled hard against the restraints, trying to get something lose, anything, to stop the burn in his ass and to get back some of the control they were trying to take from him.
All of a sudden Trevor Jones, still sitting in the front row, burst out laughing. He suddenly realized what was happening, and he was smiling like he had just seen the funniest thing in his entire life. Linda looked at him like he was crazy...all she knew was that she was relieved the Harrison boy could no longer stare her down.
Travis heard the Trevor boy laughing at him too......and he didn't see anything funny....so why was that asshole laughing so hard. And then, with a sudden look of terror, he realized what it was---and it was happening to him. The gag! Like a _f_u_c_k_ing funnel! Oh GOD!!!!! NO!!!!!!!
Bang! Crack!!!!
_s_h_i_t_ that hurt. Oh no...oh _f_u_c_k_ NOOOOOO! With the impact of the paddle, the humiliation ring was once again slamming up and down and up and down and up and down, rapidly sliding over his baby oiled dick in a relentless trip. He had it figured out now, just a few seconds aftr Trevor had....the gag was open, like a funnel, and the humiliation ring and the little arms on the machine were not only jerking him with a new speed and fury to every paddle firing, but they were keeping his dick pointed directly, and accurately, at the funnel opening in his gag!!!! If he ejaculated...he would cum directly into his own mouth....a mouth now unwillingly open, and wide open at that. OH PLEASE....OH GOD. NO!
Bang! Crack! Again the pain....a burn....ever increasing....Trevor fought it....closed his eyes....tried to put himself somewhere else.....where...no...not the girl...don't think about the girl anymore....OH GOD...plese....don't cum don't cum don't cum oh please don't!
BANK! CRACK! _f_u_c_k_! God that hurt. His _c_o_c_k_ was huge now, the entire big purple tip beginning to glisten and a thin line of pre-cum oozing out the end, slowly drooling down....down towards the gag and his mouth, which was wide open in anything but eager anticipation. His eyes were wide open too....staring at it.....feeling the feeling....watching that ring move....up and down...up and down. Oh please, no....please no.
Trevor was laughing hysterically now.....and he leaned over to Linda and told her what was happening. Suddenly, she saw it too! The smile on her face was there immediately, and as she watched the ring sliding on the boy's dick she could tell from his expression in the monitor that Travis Harrison was in trouble. Yes, the boy was definitely looking like he was going to panic. Finally, she thought---FINALLY. For the first time since Travis had first looked at her, she was able to relax and really enjoy what was happening to him.
BANG----CRACK!
BANG---CRACK!
Linda leaned over to Trevor Jones and whispered.... "I can't believe what I'm seeing. A few minutes ago he was driving himself, trying to cum, and now, (laughing) he's trying soooo hard NOT TO."
Trevor laughed...and said "Yeah....now this is hot. Way hot. I still cant believe he can take those hits...look at that ass!----Hell, look at his dick!" (they both laughed)
Everything was changing. Travis was suddenly going ballistic....struggling within the bounds of the machine...jerking hysterically and trying to do anything to get free. His dick was relentless....growing harder and harder and the entire tip had grown huge and glaring, the end bright purple and literally, dripping with desire. Like she had done with his brother, Linda couldn't stop staring at the boys dick....she liked to watch the way it was so hard and she loved watching it, knowing that it was going to turn on the boy it was part of, and any minute he would be feeding his own sperm to himself. The bastard deserved it, and she could hardly wait to watch it happen!
BanG! Another rifle shot, and the hydraulic paddle again slammed into his upside down ass. With each stroke his balls bounced, and an incredible pain burned away across his entire rear. He closed his eyes....he couldn't get away...couldn't get loose...and it was building...pain...oh _s_h_i_t_.. the PAIN...so bad....so _f_u_c_k_ing bad. Oh _s_h_i_t_, the pleasure....building too....and no..oh NO....a thousand times NO!
Bang! He yelped....then grunted...and he bit down on the gag to keep from screaming. His eyes, wide with fear...wide with agony. His eyes glistened...nothing more....just a wet look as he fought with all he had to keep it together and somehow, someway, survive the relentless onslaught to his ass.
BANG! Another smack....OH GOD can't it stop. His dick....that ring sliding up and down....never stopping now....up and down and up and down and up and down. No....his balls up tight against his body.....his nipples turning to points. Up and down up and down...beginning to lose it....oh no....oh...his _f_u_c_k_ing dick....going to betray him! He was losing it....losing control and control was all he had left....
Oh no....BANG, oh PLEASEEEEEEEE, NO....NO.... Then, as yet one more BANG sliced the hydraulic paddle into his rear, he screamed for the first time with a yell that pierced the auditorium, amplified through the open gag. And with that yell suddenly ten days of lust came spewing out of his _c_o_c_k_ in a violent release, pumping a flood of semen straight into his waiting mouth, literally splashing the first wave into the back of his throat. He gagged, almost threw up, then gagged again as the onslaught of semen exploded from his own dick, almost filling the funneled opening of his gag with the seed of his manhood.
Travis Harrison lost everything when he began to ejaculate. He heard the laughter of the crowd, actually heard his semen hitting the plastic opening of the funnel gag, and as he tasted his own seed the tears starting pouring down his face. He was crying without abandon...crying in total shame and humiliation, the sliding ring still pumping his pumped out dick, up and down and up and down, milking the last drops of his manhood down into the funnel. He tried not to swallow.....but the building combination of saliva and his huge spunk-load were more than he could bear...and without control, his adams apple suddenly bobbed up and down, and with it, he swallowed his own man juices; and with his juices, his dignity.
The loudspeaker then spoke: "18 STROKES DELIVERED...PRISONER HAS 3 MINUTES TO SPEAK"
Travis Harrison was crying...pouring tears out across his face, running down the sides of his face and even onto the floor. He was totally humiliated. His wail was a continuous fearsome cry, a cry with no beginning and no ending, a cry that just went on and on and on. The only interruptions in the cry was when he paused to swallow...as his semen dripped down the edges of the funnel opening and into his mouth; then he would be forced to swallow again. His sobs were almost deafening.....and even if he had wanted to talk, he couldn't. He was spent....humiliated, totally defeated. There was nothing left...no pride, no dignity....no anger, and certainly no words. Nothing.
For Linda and Trevor his cry's were sweet revenge, a just reward for a boy they both hated. They listened, as his cries were broadcast over the P. A. system in the auditorium, and really laughed each time he took another swallow. As they watched the boy and the monitors they laughed too at his flaming red hot ass. It was blistered, and raw, and oh yes life can be so sweet sometimes.... Linda was staring at the monitor, fascinated at what the boy had just done to himself. Watching his brother had been hot, and had given her a memory for a lifetime. But Travis---she had never known a guy could have so much stuff in his balls, and as she watched him pump them dry into his own mouth she had really been surprised at herself and how much she had enjoyed watching it happen. She would never forget his expression as he swallowed his semen!
The loudspeaker announced "TIME LIMIT IS UP---VICTIMS HAVE 30 SECONDS TO TYPE IN THEIR VOTE FOR ADDITIONAL PUNISHMENT DESERVED"
Travis didn't move. He just lay there....the gag still in place....his dick now semi-soft and hanging lose along his stomach...a thin line of drooling semen hanging suspended from its tip and disappearing into the open mouth of the gag. He knew they were typing in his fate....what would it be? His ass hurt so bad....but he was so humiliated and so spent and nothing mattered anymore. He just lay there, unthinking, the tears still ceaselessly pouring from his eyes, the long loud cry slowly changing into a continuous sob of teenage misery.
"TIME IS UP---VICTIMS RESPONSES AVERAGED--ADDITIONAL STROKES TO BE DELIVERED: 18"
18!
Travis heard the number...and even before he had time to totally comprehend its meaning, there was a tremendous bang, like a rifle shot, and he felt the sentence turned into reality. Another BANG! CRACK! And he began to scream again! His eyes, now wide with panic, his mouth still held open, total agony. An ass in flames.....hurting beyond description....he screamed again, and again...a long wailing cry that sounded something less than human. He struggled, and felt that ring again....sliding on his dick...pumping it with a speed and fury that were beyond his ability to even contemplate.
CRACK!
Just a long continuous babbling scream now.....a lost boy trapped in an uncaring machine that continued to drive the paddle into his ass again and again and again. CRACK! More laughter from the girl..........BANG! CRACK!....OH GOD....and his dick, rock hard again....the tip beginning to pulsate -- not from the pleasure but from the forced friction of the machine....pumping his _c_o_c_k_ up and down and up and down.... BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG! CRACK! There was no mercy in the merciless machine. Uncaring, it smashed the paddle again and again into his already burning ass, and as it did so the color began to change from bright red to a darker, more sinister purple.
He was just screaming now....out of control....unable to stop it....unable to do anything.....and then...oh NO...OH _f_u_c_k_ NO......his dick betraying him once again; then as Linda and Trevor and Judge Miller and his brother and his mom looked on it began to pulsate anew, once again spewing a second load out of his dick and squirting it into the funnel. The load wasn't as thick and the quantity wasn't as much, but the taste was just as awful and the humiliation just as great. Everyone, well everyone other than his family, burst out laughing, as the over_s_e_x_ed teenager pumped out a second load only minutes after eating his first. CRACK! BANG! CRACK! BANG!.................. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggg!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
For Travis Harrison, the final shots of the paddle seemed to take an eternity. In reality, it took only 9 minutes of his life for the machine to finish pulverizing his ass, turning it into a raw piece of meat that would take weeks to heal. When the final assault was completed, the boy lay limp, unmoving, just a slight quiver and eyes that were glazed in a shocked expression.
The speaker crackled to life: THE SECOND PHASE OF SENTENCE COMMENCING.
Then, slowly, the machine began to lift the teenager off of the floor. As his head straightened out, the machine slowly rotated his body, turning him at the same time until he was again facing the crowd, head up and feet down. His arms were stretched out over his head, his legs again forced apart, spread eagled and standing before everyone, in the same position he had been in when the curtains had first opened. But this time when Travis looked at the crowd, it was through his red cried out eyes and when he saw her, he quickly looked away unable to hold her gaze. He was sooooo humiliated he just wanted to die!
Just then, a guard appeared on stage. He walked over to where Travis was being held vertically, and without saying anything he removed the open mouthed gag from the boy. Travis moved his lips....testing his mouth, and as he did so a small line of his own jizz dripped out the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled down his chin.
Then, the loudspeaker crackled once again, and for Travis Harrison, he didn't like what he heard...he didn't like it at all.....
[Author's Note: And so, while not my original intention, the story of Travis Harrison ends, by necessity, here, with the ending hanging in the air. This has been done in order to meet the posting standards of this great website. Ah, the questions you ask? Did the girl have a change of heart, and spare her scared and humiliated attacker? What about the judge, what was he really here for? Did he save the boy to save the county? And then there is Trevor, with his two blackened eyes and his love of a girl; a sensitive kid who has a heart of gold. What would he decide? What would you decide? Has Travis learned his lesson...or is more really required to pay for his misdeeds? The answers you seek are there for you to find. There are many possibilities. If you need to know how I would end it, if you email me I will send you one possibility. But perhaps a better way is to look inside of yourself, and per chance to dream, a long, delirious, wonderfull wet dream, and there discover the answer for yourself.....Nathan (nathan9001@yahoo. com]