Jer walked slowly into the town. He was heading West, to find his uncle, always West. It was a non-descript town, and to anybody except for a starving lad, it would be an easy town to pass by. Jer was hungry. No, that does not descriibe it enough - Jer was starved. He hoped to find some work in town, but the doors were slammed in his face once the residents saw him for what he was, a small, skinny kid, who was in need of a bath, and had the hungry look of a wolf about him. Jer had gotten in trouble before by walking into a strange town, and taking something. He thought it best to case this place out, to walk around, find out if there were any businesses where he might work for a bit, to get some food, and, yes, if necessary, find a place where he might snitch some food. His stomach was so hungry that it didn't seem to be even talking to the rest of his body.
He was walking down alleys, looking for trash and food scraps, when he was suddenly pulled up short by a tall, weathered man who wore an eye patch, and a badge. "What are you doing there, young fella?" the man asked. When Jer tried to explain that he was just lookign for some food scraps, the Sheriff lifted him up as if he were a valise, and carried him into the center of town. "Were just in time to see judge Bryant, you're lucky - he only comes hereabouts every two weeks. He was plunked down on a bench in the sunlight, and was facing a large man who wore glasses and wrote in a book with a pen. He was asked by the man why he was in the town, and what sort of money he had on him. When he answered that he was just looking to find a part time job, so that he could eat, the judge asked "Four Hours or Forty Strokes?" Jer had to have him repeat the question twince. When he asked what it meant, the judge started to look livid. Jer quickly took the four hours, figuring out that he could sit in a jail for four hours easily, but forty strokes, well if it was anything like the strokes he had had in the past, it would not be fun.
Jer was taken immediately to the town square, where a crowd had formed. There were three other boys there, two older, and two younger than him. The girl looked to be about 13 or 14. The sheriff came out and read their sentences. The girl was given a sentence of six hours, one little boy four hours like him, and a big boy was given ten hours. The other big boy was to be given sixty strokes, and the little boy 40 strokes. Jer still could not figure out what was happening. Soon, they were told to strip naked! There, in front of the whole town. At least Jer didn't know anybody there, although his circumcised penis always drew attention, wherever he went. His Jewish heritage had marked him as "different", and like the Jews before, and since him, he had been made to suffer for it. Three strange looking poles were brought out, and were adjusted next to each of the four who had been given "hours". The little boy was raised up over his pole, and one of the men pulled his butt cheeks apart. Then, he was forced down atop the prong like thing. His screams rang out across the town square. Jer looked quickly at the one in front of him. It was shaped from wood, narrower at the top, and wider at the bottom, then narrowing back out. They came for the girl, and placed her atop her prong. Jer saw her butt cheeks spread wide, and the prong placed right by her back hole. She was then pushed down on the thing, and she too cried out. Jer found himself being lifted up, and felt strong arms separate his butt cheeks. He felt the prong at the tip of his hole, and then he was shoved down on it. The pain was so intense that he too screamed out. Only the older boy was able to "mount" his prong without screaming out.
Jer soon found that he coud only touch the earth with one of his feet at a time, and whenever he did so, it tore at the lining of his bottom. The most comfortable of the uncomfortable ways of enduring this was to try and balance with the thing pushing up into you. There were no hand supports to grab onto, nothing to help control your motions. A deputy stood in front of them, and announced that there would be NO breakes for them. If they had to pee, they were to pee right there. He announced that they had better stay up, or their sentence would be interrupted while they were taken up to the horse, whipped, and then brought back for their sentence to begin again from the first!
The others were all in front of Jer (they were placed in a sort of diamond pattern, with him at the bottom end). He watched the others suffer as he was, and soon discovered that the pressure on his little prostate was causing him other problems, as his penis grew to it's full four inch length. The girl in front of him was able to touch both of her tiptoes to the ground, and to lean forward a bit. Jer could watch her anus stretch up over the wider center of the prong as she raised up. It was apparent that others were watching the same thing, as nobody adjusted her stand for her. The little guy in front of Jer was just moaning and crying. As all the prongs were the same size, his was really tearing up his rectum. Suddenly, the boy fell forward, and the prong "twanged out of his rectum. He was picked up by two deputies, and put over a padded "horse" on the stage. Soon, the deputies had taken off their belts, and were whipping his butt, one on each side, until it was blistered red.
He was given a drink of water, and uncerimoniously lifted up and plopped atop his prong again, the only difference that Jer could see is that the small amount of fecal matter he had left on it from his previous ride helped ease the insertion. Jer wondered if they cleaned these things between customers?
There was a noise, and the crowd was cheering as the older boy was brought out. He was placed over the horse, and a burly man stood behind him, holding a paddle. He rubbed it (not gently) against the boy's butt, then raised it high above his shoulder. He brought it down with all the might of his powerful hand. The boy's butt immediately turned white, then red, then bright red where the stroke had fallen. The boy screamed out in pain. The next stroke fell, if anything it was even harder, and the strokes continued, on and on, until thirty had falled. The boy's butt was torn in several places, and blood blisters had formed on his far cheek. He kidked his legs and waived his arms, but seemed to know to stay down.
The man moved to the boy's right side, and repeated the strokes, except this time he raised the paddle with both hands. When he had finished, the crowd was hushed, and the only sound from the boy over the horse was a soft mewing, as if he were a cat. His butt was a livid blue, with streaks of red, with welts, and bands of painful looking blisters, some of which had broken, causing the fluid to flow down his legs. He had to be helped to his feet.
Two hours had past, and Jer could almost feel nothing in his back hole by this time. He still maintained a raging erection, which he would find later all the boys did. They were given water, and soon the small boy was brought out and thrown over the horse. If anyone thought that due to his size, he would be let off, they would be mistaken. Other than the number of strokes, and the small size of the boy's buttocks, the scene was the same. He appeared to have passed out, and wasa carried away by an older lady, probably to be attended to.
Jer had only an hour to go, and was starting to cramp up seriously. With only twenty minutes to go of his four hours, he tried to move the weight from one foot to another, and fell forward. He could not catch himself, although he tried to stop his fall by reaching out to the older girl, causing her to unplug also.
He tried to explain what had happened, and to apologize to the girl, but found himself over the horse, next to the girl, as the first of twenty strokes rained down on his butt. The girl was then whipped thirty times, and they were both plopped back onto their prongs. He had four more hours to go, and now his buttocks were so sore that he couldn't squeeze them shut to help hold on. He could only cry, and try to stay up.