Ten years old and alone, Danny and Dickie travelled from family member to family member, as their parents estate was probated, and then finally settled. The Ryans were a familiar name in their little New England city, and the boys were somewhat doted upon by neighbors and even the town grocer, who would give them a piece of penny candy when they stopped by. Life in 1953 was a different, more laid back type of living anyway, and Crescent Falls, Vermont was about as laid back as you could get. It was never determined what exactly caused the fire that claimed the lives of their parents. Oh, some said that it was because Mr. Ryan's factory had gone out on strike two months before, and he wasn't budging, nor would he, if anybody in town knew the man.
The twins were raised with love, and with all the trappings of near luxury. They had matching Hopalong Cassidy outfits, right down to the chaps, which, when they were seven, they wore on their daily walk to the town square. The fact that their jeans were not dry did not stop the boys from taking a stroll. Probably because they looked so darn cute, with their bare bottoms sticking out in back, and their little matching appendages sticking out in front, nobody said anything to them. They got their piece of candy, and walked home, never giving a thought to the way they dressed. The townsfolks just laughed....that was the way it was back then. Oh, don't think that the boys were spoiled. No, never spoiled. Mr. Ryan would never even consider that any child of his would be spoiled. If they ever did anything wrong, they were spanked, and spanked hard. Quickly, the boys tried the identical twin game of "I didn't do it, HE did." Momentarily flustered, Mrs. Ryan stared back and forth at the two little ones, and promptly took both over her lap for a parental dose of her famous wooden spoon. They never really tried that again, but, as twins, and as brothers, they had a special bond that would never break. It was a sort of "all for one, one for all" type thing.
The entire town mourned the loss of the Ryans. Mr. Ryan's factory stayed still for 30 days in tribute, and then was sold to a group who promptly recognized the union's demands. To this day, if you travel to Crescent Falls, you will see the large smokestack with RYAN on it. That is about all that is left of the factory, as it closed its doors in the late 70's. The boys were first sent to Iowa, to Aunt Mildred and Uncle Charles' home. They were treated as royalty, and seemed to be adjusting well, until the news that Mr. Ryan's will had been read, and due to some poor investment advice, and the cost of refurbishing the plant prior to the strike, there was very little money left. In fact, after the "final expenses" and the executor's cut of the will, each boy inherited a mere $500, which they would not receive until they were twenty one. Somewhat like Cirderella, they became unwanted guests, made to do menial work around the house, as Mildred and Charles sought out another relative to take the boys in. Thus, for two years, they had wandered about the country until at last they found Cousin Clinton who lived in a walk up apartment in New York City. As he travelled a lot, the boys were on their own.
Thus it was, alone, basically uncared for, ill dressed, dirty, they made a fateful decision to join a gang. It wasn't hard to find a gang in New York. 1955 was still a boom time, and kids were everywhere. It was probably because they were twins, and because they were good looking little guys that they were taken to a meeting of the Raptors. They liked it. They found friends there. Of course, they would only be admitted on a probationary status, until they had proven themselves, and, of course, they would need to be initiated! The boys would have joined if they said that they had to be executed! They were longing for friendship, longing for something in their lives, yes, even discipline, which they saw enforced on the first night they were there. "Rocky" had been seen talking to a girl from the "Stallions" part of town. He had been warned, but he had crossed the line. Nothing was said until he came in that night. "Big Ed", the president, said that they had some business. Normally that didn't mean much, but when he said it in the tone he used, all ears perked up. Rocky was pushed up to the front. He was pushed to the old mattress on the floor of the abandoned building that the Raptors called home. In seconds, he was stripped naked, and had his ankles fastened to some leather straps on a two by four that the boys had seen before, but not paid attention to. Rocky was screaming, and begging, but despite that, he was soon hauled up by the assembled boys, and found himself hanging head down, legs apart. He was swinging wildly about, and grabbing his butt as he tried to get somebody to listen. His hands were caught, and tied together. He ended up like a sort of letter "X". Big Ed finally rose. He walked to the sniveling boy (who the twins found out was 15). He swung him around, and looked down at the boy's face. Big Ed reached out, and grabbed his penis, which was just about chest high. "You shouldn't let this head (he tapped the pink, circumcised head with his finger) get this head (he gently kicked Rocky's head) into trouble. With that, he took off his leather belt. He then removed his jacket, and set it down. Flexing his muscles, the boy reared his be! lt back, and cracked it across Rocky's butt cheeks. The boy screamed, and begged forgiveness. He pleaded, as he swung around, to face Big Ed again. Ed's response was to crack the belt down (lightly) into the boy's crotch. The belt tip flicked into his anus, it snapped across his perineum, caught his bag, and finally flicked over his penis. A red mark showed the path of its travel. Soon, the boy had turned, and Ed proceeded to whip his butt almost raw. Ed just walked around in circles, whipping away, with no apparent pattern. His final blows were directly along the boy's butt crack, causing unholy screams to fill the large room.
Ed was finished, and simply said "bring him down." When Rocky was released, he stood, shaky, and did the newly whipped dance, his hands on his butt, bending to apparently feel if his hole had been torn open. It was then that he seemed to realize that he had been a center of attention for all the boys. His penis started to rise, and he was unable to stop it as it grew to its full, stiff length. He tried to cover it, but hands held him, and kept him from doing so. "I guess you liked that" Ed said, as he made his way over to the boy. He stood at his side, and ran his finger up and down Rocky's crack. Soon, the tear stained face contorted again, and the boy cried out to please be let alone. The voice was that of somebody who was begging to be left alone, the body betrayed his real thoughts. Ed ran his hand down, to the boy's opening, and gently rested his finger there. Nothing was said, until with a groan, Rocky's penis betrayed him, and a clear liquid started to drip from the small opening. Soon, the penis seemed to move, up and down, if you will, then it happened. White, thick liquid shot out, almost like a cannon. Once, twice, three, four times it jerked and fired, until it still twitched, and started to fall. Ed walked away, Rocky was allowed to lay down on the mattress, where he stayed for the rest of the meeting, his red butt matched by the redness of his face.
The twins were shocked, and scared. They had never seen such a thing. Oh, sure, their matching 'little guys' as their mother called them, would stand up tall, quite often, actually, but never, never had they seen anything like what happened to Rocky. Two weeks later, they were accepted into membership. They had to do just one little test to prove their loyalty. Given a starter pistol, they were taken by subway to 42nd street. There, an all night coffee shop sign lit the small alley. They were told to rob the place. Now, you have to understand their mindset here. They were alone, afraid, in awe of what they had seen the "gang" do. It was not a question of whether they would do it, but how well they would do it. Shaking, the twelve year olds entered, showing the gun, they demanded money. Unknown to them, the store had been robbed three times in the last month. The scruffy looking man at the first booth, sipping coffee, was soon behind them, grabbing the pistol from them, and telling them that they were under arrest. No gang member was in sight when they left. Once again, they were on their own.
The next few days were a whirl of confusion for the boys. They were brought to a holding cell, made to strip and shower, given uniforms, had their photos taken, firgerprinted, and basically taken through the system, past a judge, who was indifferent to their past, and sentenced to the youth facility at Oak Ridge for "at least two years".
Oak Ridge was a youth facility in the northern woods of New York. It housed mainly boys, mainly those who were considered a "medium" security risk (they had used a gun), and mainly those who might just be capable of being turned around. They learned what a "Strip Search" was upon arrival, as a burly guard made them shower, then looked in their mouths, ears, felt their balls, and even looked up their butt holes. They were given short haircuts, and a pair of jeans with no belt, a blue shirt, and two white socks. They were given a pair of shoes, and a pair of rough cotton "drawers" to wear. The things were unlike any underwear that they had ever worn.
They were put into holding cells, and told to eat something. At dawn, they were awakened, and taken to a holding cell in a large room. There was a saw horse type of thing in the middle of the room, which became apparent when the large overhead light was put on. Along the walls were guards, and men in suits. The boys were told to strip, but leave their shoes and socks on. "The floor is cold and we don't want to give you the sniffles" a guard said. Both were taken from the cell and brought forward under the light. A man in a suit spoke and told them that this was just a welcome reception held in their honor by the State of New York. They were told that they were going to be whipped, and that they were to stay over the horse at all times. If they attempted to rise, or move their hands back to protect their butts, they would stop their punishment, and then start it all over again. "Eventually, you will learn" said the man.
The boys were of slight build, identiacal, blonde haired, blue eyed, naked twins. Both of their penises were stiff, a fact of life that the warden once observed and wondered about. Why would a boy have an erection when he is about to be spanked? Surely it isn't something that they take pleasure in? He finally determined that it was either from being nervous, or just embarassed. Either way, in his experience, the boys' penises would be mere shadows of their present selves once the whippings were done. That fact, he would bet on. Probably because they were identical, they were placed over the horse at the same time. If they had been just two regular boys, each would have been whipped at a different time. It was as if they were interested in seeing the identical reaction. A guard came away from the wall, he carried a leather whip which was more a paddle. It was about 4 inches wide, by 30 inches long, with many small holes along the length of its working end. The man flexxed the paddle in front of the boys, and told them to bend over the horse side by side. He told them that they were to get a "wippin", a "good old fashioned wippin", and to take it like men. With that, they were made to bend over the horse, they could feel each other's body press against themselves. The guard stood behind them. He reared the paddle up, and brought it down with a viscious stroke. It landed across Danny's butt first, then across to Dickie's, snapping as it ended, the tip biting hard into Dickie's right thigh. The boys screamed, their legs both kicked in unison, so much so that those in the room started to laugh. The second stroke was from Dickie's side, and it mirrored the first, except that Danny's far cheek was the recepient of the snap. Again, the screams, cries, and kicks. The man then moved back to Danny's side, and "pulled" the paddle, so that the tip this time bit into Dickie's inner crack area, causing the boy to almost tremble at the pain. He flexxed his cheeks, trying to open them to end the pain, providing glimpses of his heretofore hidden back hole, whose pinkness contrasted so vividly with the redness of his butt. Danny next received the "crack stroke". His actions mimicked those of his brother. The guard stood back, watching in fascination the scene that he had seen so often played out before. Big or small, he thought, if you whip them there, they'll put on a real show for the boss. The amazing thing about the twins was that they seemed to scream, and flex in unison. First, the red cheeks would be squeezed tight, then they would pu! sh back, and open them wide. The guard had seen this before, and also knew that if a child was going to give him any trouble, a quick snap of the whip when their butts were wide open would catch their bag, and end any sort of dancing around. He had only whipped a few girls, as they were kept at the other building, well apart from this. He had been called when the regular female guard was sick. He found that girls can take quite a bit of pain, and while they don't like smacks "there", they don't react like this either. He waited for the little "jewels" to come into view, and gave a slight grazing stroke there, first to Danny, then to Dickie. Oh, the boys reacted! The twisting, and writhing would have made a good movie. As a finish, he walked to their heads, and, bringing the paddle down with all his strength, gave a full swat to each buttock. These strokes would remain as bruises for several days, and cause the boys to catch their breath as they sat down.
Naked, they were taken to the infirmary, where their bottoms were swabbed with alcohol, and they were told to rest.
The next morning, they were taken to their cells..............