[Authors note: Part 1 of this story described the trial and initial jail experiences of a young American teenager after being arrested and convicted of smuggling porno videos into a fundamentalist Arab country. This part continues the story.]
.
After the trial, his parents had been working with the consulate to try to get Lou's sentence reduced. Even his home senators had made calls on his behalf. However, nothing came of any of their efforts. What they found out was just what Lou's lawyer had already told all of them. Lou had actually been extremely lucky. It was true that he could have been hanged. The fact that he wouldn't be in jail for the rest of his life and that his actual incarceration was only for a single year was amazing, according to men that were knowledgeable of the country's legal system. Still, the corporal punishment made it a harsh sentence and also a humiliating one. There wasn't much doubt that, when they finished, Lou Kelter's seventeen-year-old ass would never be the same.
Lou certainly had no doubts. The more Lou thought about it, the more terrified he became. He kept thinking of the prison beatings he'd witnessed in the last ten days: how the teenager had fainted and how the stronger older man had been unable to walk afterwards. He kept thinking about how much worse those punishments had been than the brutal beatings he'd received. And about how much more punishment he'd in turn receive on Saturday, draped over the trestle in the public square. He thought about it constantly. He had nothing else to do in solitary confinement except think about it.
As Saturday drew nearer, Lou's desperation increased. He thought seriously of suicide. But the prison officials had thought about that too. They left nothing in Lou's cell that he could use to injure himself. They even took away his cotton pants. There was nothing for Lou to do but wait for his punishment to come. Nothing to do but think about it.
Saturday morning finally came. Lou hadn't slept at all and hadn't been given any food through the previous day. He'd spent the entire night trembling in terror. Finally, just before 7am, he heard the sounds of guards coming to his cell.
The guards marched him to a room with a sink and got a bucket, brush, and nylon scrub pad. They proceeded to scrub him thoroughly, roughly washing his balls, asscrack, buttocks, legs, chest, and arms with a strong industrial soap and a tough plastic brush. The rough treatment had been painful and totally embarrassing for the youth. He'd tried to help them and bathe himself, but they'd slapped down his efforts and tied his hands to a ring above his head while the heavyset guards scrubbed him down. Then they'd taken him down, bent him over a table, and brutally administered an enema. They did that several times until they were convinced that nothing fecal remained inside.
Afterwards, he was taken back to his cell and made to dress in very thin white cotton pants. The pants were baggy, long, and almost sheer. As before, he was given nothing else to wear, not even underwear, and could see his genitals through the thin baggy cloth. His wrists had been tied together at his front with a long leather thong. The ends of the thong had been tied behind his back. Then he'd been left to wait in his cell, with a guard placed outside to watch him continuously.
Lou's sentence was a worldwide sensation, particularly in the American media. The local media had responded by making it an equally big event within the country. With so much comment about the American's punishment in the local news, a huge crowd was expected at the forthcoming public event. Many people would come just to see how the American youth would take the punishment. There was no sympathy for the American among the local populace. Every local person knew from the local media that the youth was an immoral gay pervert and that the strapping was richly deserved.
The huge crowd started gathering sometime after 8am. Lou could hear noises from the square, but the window in his cell was too high up to allow him to see anything. The noise of the crowd kept growing with every passing minute. By 9:30, the noise of the crowd was unbelievable and frightening. Lou's terror mounted by the minute.
Things got underway at 10:00. Lou could hear the roar of the crowd as other prisoners were brought out of their cells and carried to their fates. He could almost see the heads falling as he heard the crowd roar with each beheading. From the sounds, he figured two prisoners had been executed. Then came the slower deaths. Listening to the crowd roar, he figured that only one had been strangled with the rope. He was thankful he wasn't watching it happen. He tried to close out the sounds, but he couldn't. Even with his eyes closed the memories from his first visit all came flooding back.
When the sounds of execution stopped, he knew that his time was coming soon. He was shaking in fear now, so scared of what was coming that he'd peed in the cell's concrete trough three times in the last hour. He shrank back against the wall above the bed when he heard the guards coming for him. The cell door crashed open. There were four guards and they were all business. God!! Lou's heart was pounding in terror as they grabbed his under his armpits and pulled him off the bed.
As he was forced out into the square, Lou squinted into the bright sun. The square was packed with people. People were everywhere. There must have been several thousand. The huge crowd cheered as he was marched across the square and then forced up some stairs. The cheers got louder as he stepped onto the platform. Everywhere he looked, there were people sitting or standing, some climbing up on lamp posts to get a better view.
Then he saw them in the audience, only one row back! Dad! Mom! David! Michelle! Why had they come? He saw his mom wave, trying to smile. He felt sick when he saw her. GOD! He wished they weren't here to see this. His father was sitting grimly beside the consular official who'd visited Lou before the trial. Lou saw other Americans in the audience too. Suddenly he realized who they probably were... OH _s_h_i_t_!!! The ones next to his family, eagerly looking at him on the stage... Those had to be reporters! Oh hell, just like Michael Fay's fiasco, the American press was here, this time to SEE it and even take pictures. He looked around the audience and saw more westerners, some pointing video cameras at him. God! This was going to be humiliating!
Then he looked back onto the stage and there it was... the TRESTLE! Oh, how different it looked from this angle! It looked bigger than he remembered, bigger than anything he'd seen in the prison.
The guards wasted no time. They pulled him to the trestle and shoved him up against bottom of the giant A-frame, pulling his legs wide apart. Very wide. At the lower corners of the trestle, leather thongs had already been secured. It took only seconds for them to tie them to his ankles, running the thick leather cord around each of his ankles and the trestle three times, then round and round the thongs between the trestle and his ankles, frapping the thongs.
The top of the frame had been bent down horizontal, but they didn't secure him to that yet. Instead, they went behind him, untied the ends of the leather thong, and secured it to a ring hanging down from an overhead bar. Then they pulled the ring up, holding him stretched up in a standing position.
Lou shook with fear as he hung there, looking around at the jeering crowd. Then guards grabbed the thin cotton pants and ripped them off, literally tearing them apart in the process. The crowd roared. He was totally naked now except for a tiny thin towel that one of the guards held over his genitals. The effect of the towel was more theoretical than real. The guard didn't even bother to keep it there for more than a couple of minutes.
With his pants ripped off and his ass exposed, the crowd could see every feature of his slim young body. Someone started a chant, which an English-speaking guard laughingly translated for Lou. "PERVERT!"
"FOREIGN PERVERT!" the crowd chanted. Then crowd roared when a guard grabbed Lou's _c_o_c_k_ and pulled it out to lubricate it, spreading oil over it to reduce abrasions. "SHOW US HIS _c_o_c_k_!" someone shouted. Lou looked down in humiliation, hoping the crowd's chants weren't translated for his parents. Then he felt his prick start to swell up as the guard continued to rub lubricant over his prick.
In spite of Lou's terror, he was extremely horny. There'd been a video camera installed in his cell to monitor his every act. The first time he'd even touched his prick while on the bed, an alarm had sounded and guards had rushed in. The prison official came to warn him that he'd get thirty lashes of the strap each time his hand even came close to his prick. He'd not dared tempt that fate and hadn't touched his prick again. But now he was easily aroused.
The tension and the crowd's excitement turned him on, as did the motion of the guard's hand. People in the crowd started murmuring as his prick visibly swelled up. People who couldn't see started demanding to be shown. "SHOW US HIS PRICK!" someone yelled from behind him. The crowd behind him took up the chant. "SHOW US!" they shouted. "SHOW US HIS PERVERSION!" Lou's prick got even harder as he heard the cries of the crowd, his reptilian brain's response to danger swamping all inhibitions.
The official in charge said something. Two guards untied Lou's feet and slowly rotated his body through a full circle, his hands still tied to the ring above. Lou died in humiliation as his shiny well-oiled hard-on was exhibited to the crowd. The guard had taken his hand away, so the hard-on was all Lou's. The crowd laughed and jeered at the American youth exhibiting his perversion so blatantly. Lou looked down to his feet in embarrassment, trying to avoid the eyes of the crowd.
As he did so he saw a tube of leather being readied. He'd been told a few days earlier that prisoners stripped completely naked would have their penis inserted into a leather sheath to hide it from view. To humiliate such prisoners, who would always be _s_e_x_ual offenders, it was customary for the sheath to be made from a sheep's ass, dried and oiled and made into a tube, with the sheep's anus forming the only opening. The anus was kept soft and supple so that it would grip the penis tightly, holding it in place even when the prisoner bucked and thrashed on the trestle. Of course, that made it look as if the prisoner was making love to the sheath, which always entertained the crowd. The crowd loved to think that _s_e_x_ual offenders were displaying their perversity by _f_u_c_k_ing a sheep's ass as their own ass was thrashed.
Lou hadn't paid attention to that when told about it, thinking it kind of puerile. However, as he looked at the tube, he realized it would look pretty humiliating if people could actually see it. Not only was the tube obviously made to look like what it was supposed to be, it was also died bright pink. It was clearly designed to be seen in the most embarrassing way.
The guards tied his ankles back to the trestle. Then he watched helplessly as his hard-on was pushed into the sheepskin tube. His prick was quickly encased in the leather, literally swallowed by the tanned sheep's ass as the anal opening gripped the base of his prick. Lou's face flushed red with embarrassment as they did this, feeling the stiff leather sheath excite his hard-on even more. His hard-on made the bright pink tube stand out like an obscenely painted plastic pole.
The crowd laughed and jeered as they saw it, convinced even more now that the American youth was a pervert deserving punishment. "CUT IT OFF!" someone shouted. "BEAT THE PERVERT!" the crowd chanted. "BEAT OFF HIS PRICK AND BALLS!" The English-speaking guard translated, making sure Lou knew everything the crowd was chanting. Lou looked quickly at his family and then looked away, so humiliated he could hardly think. To be displayed like this before them was unbelievably embarrassing.
He was still stretched upright by the overhead ring. The guards pulled him forward against a bar that came halfway up his thighs, moving the bar up until it was just below his genitals. The bar was rounded so it wouldn't dig into his thighs. They secured it firmly in place and then pushed him against it hard, holding him there while the sheepskin tube was attached to it. The crowd in front could see his blond pubic hair sprouting around the opening in the tube.
The way the tube was positioned made his erection even more prominent. The pink sheepskin tube jutted from his torso like some obscene tool. As his body moved, he felt his prick rub against the inside of the tube, stimulating it even more. He felt embarrassed, excited, and increasingly terror-stricken, all at the same time. There were more derisive chants of "PERVERT" from the crowd.
The guards lowered the overhead ring and took the thong holding his arms off. Then they pulled him forward, bending him horizontal at the waist. They attached the thong to the far leg of the wooden triangle and pulled it tight, very tight, stretching his entire upper body forward to pull his thighs up against the bar. His torso was almost horizontal now, angled up just enough to keep his crotch visible to the crowd. He'd been pulled up onto his toes. His ankles were held firmly by the thongs, keeping his legs angled out to make his thighs accessible to the strap. His ass jutted up almost like it was begging for the coming punishment.
Lou was quivering with fear now, knowing how close he was to feeling the strap. The hair of his armpits was visible to everyone, with the sweat of fear clearly visible. He was so frightened as his bonds were tightened that he'd peed onto the stage. Thank God he'd peed so much before, he thought in embarrassment. God! If only embarrassment were all he had to worry about now!
He struggled as they bound his waist to the trestle, immediately realizing he couldn't do a lot of moving. He could buck his hips a little, but not much. There was no way he could move his feet. He was totally immobilized and totally exposed to the coming punishment.
Just then, someone grabbed his hair and pulled his head backwards, raising his chin and forcing him to look straight ahead at the crowd. They slipped some kind of leather harness over his head to keep his head tilted up in that position. The harness was uncomfortable as hell. With it in place, he was forced to stare at the crowd and unable to look behind him, unable to see what was being done to him. He couldn't look away from the stares of the crowd, either. His face flushed with embarrassment as he saw his sister staring at his crotch, looking at the obscene leather case that housed his throbbing hard-on.
He struggled, fighting against the prospect of the punishment he knew was only minutes away. As he did so, the crowd roared with approval. The crowd's chant changed. The guard who'd translated before laughed and did so again. "BEAT HIM!"
"BEAT HIM!" the crowd chanted. "BEAT THE AMERICAN PERVERT!"
Suddenly, the guards on the stage stepped away and the crowd grew quiet. Two of the biggest men he had ever seen suddenly came up onto the platform and walked out to stand in front of his face. He stared at their tight, well muscled butts as they faced the crowd. They were both bare to the waist, wearing only black pants. The crowd cheered as the two men bowed. Their muscles rippled, making it only too obvious how powerfully they could swing a strap. The two men dwarfed the youth in the trestle, making Lou look smaller than he really was and much younger than his seventeen years.
The guard to his left was holding the standard state-mandated prison punishment strap. Lou looked at it, his gaze studying it once again. The man's hand gripped the long wooden handle hard. Lou could see the thick leather strap hanging down from the handle, bright sunlight visible through the holes down its middle. It was wide and thick and very serious looking, every bit as bad as the strap he'd seen used on the teenager back in the prison. It might even have been the same strap. It was meant to hurt. Lou had seen and felt how well it could do that and was in no doubt about what it would do to him. If his bladder hadn't been empty he would have peed again right then.
The guard to his right was also holding a punishment implement, but it wasn't the prescribed punishment strap Lou had been expecting. Instead, it appeared to be a straight wooden paddle, only longer than any paddle that Lou had ever laid his eyes on. It was built like a cricket paddle. It was about five inches wide, at least three feet long including the handle, and about an inch thick. He didn't see any holes in its surface, but it looked ominous. He hadn't expected to see a straight paddle. It had never been mentioned in the sentence. So far as he knew, such paddles were usually reserved for young boys, but were then also smaller and lighter. He assumed it must be there to add to his humiliation. He knew that must be so from the way the crowd roared when they saw it. God! he must be going to get both!
The loudspeaker crackled to life. While he couldn't make out the words, it was obvious that they were reading out his crimes and sentence. An official came over to stand beside Lou and translate what had been announced. The crowd was thrilled that an American was being punished, especially now that they'd seen the evidence of his blatant perversion. When the loudspeaker announced his sentence of 100 strokes with the prison lash and the man holding the strap waved it over his head, holding it with two hands, there was huge applause.
Everyone obviously felt the sentence well deserved. He could see from the expressions in the crowd that they approved and were anxious to see it begin. Then the loudspeaker blared out more sounds and the other man waved the wooden paddle over his head. The crowd went wild. The loudspeaker blared something more and the man waved the paddle again. The crowd became ecstatic.
"What did the announcement say?" Lou asked nervously. "Just that you're getting both" the official shrugged. "It's often added to the punishment when perverts like you get the strap." He smiled grimly before walking away. "The crowd loves it. It adds variety."
The two guards walked behind him, where he could no longer see them. He looked straight ahead and saw a boy of around fifteen staring right at him, a huge grin across his face and eyes bright with anticipation. As he saw the boy's excitement, Lou felt his prick stir within the leather tube that held it. Looking to his right, he saw his 14-year-old brother watching with an intensity that was difficult to figure out. It was almost like he was excited too, although he knew that he wasn't. HE COULDN'T BE! He didn't look at his mom or dad. He could see them next to his brother and sister, but he didn't allow his eyes to look at them. He was just too humiliated to do that.
Suddenly, he heard the crowd become quiet. He felt the strap against his ass and realized the distance was being measured. Then it was removed and he felt the hard board touch his ass, the other guard making sure he had the distance just perfect too. Lou struggled to move but accomplished nothing. He closed his eyes and tried to move his mind elsewhere, knowing he must be just seconds away from the first blow.
Suddenly, in one fluid motion, the strap was moving, and moving FAST... He could see it move... Then ..SLAP!!..
"OH GOD!! GOD!!!" Lou shrieked as the pain shot through his ass. The strap had smashed right across his buttocks, wrapping all the way around onto his side. It hurt more than anything had ever hurt Lou in his life, worse even than he remembered the cane. That couldn't be, he knew. Maybe he didn't remember properly. But JESUS! it hurt. He shrieked in agony, feeling his entire ass convulse. "GOD!" he shrieked. "JESUS!!" The crowd roared its approval. Lou bucked and thrashed on the trestle, pissing all over himself from the shock. GOD! And that was only the first hit!
Before he could fully comprehend the pain, while it still was rising to new levels, he heard a whisssss...CRACK!!! The hard wooden paddle slammed into his already flaming ass. The shock of that blow was even worse. The pain of the blow went through him and then through him again, burying deeply into him, consuming him, and owning him. He heard a shrill scream.
Suddenly, he heard sound of the strap once again... swissssh... "NOOOO!!" he screamed, shrieking in terror. He shrieked in even greater frenzy as he heard and felt the strap SLAP!! into his buttocks.
With his shrill yell of terror, the crowd roared with excitement! Lou's eyes met the boy's across the stage, whose smile had turned to laughter. The boy was obviously enjoying every second of this. He saw the boy punch the air in glee as the wooden paddle whistled through the air. CRACK!! That hit just a little lower, right where his buttocks met the back of his thighs. "NOOOO!!" he shrieked again. "NOOOOOOH!!!" The crowd went wild again.
After each SLAP! and CRACK! the loudspeaker methodically announced the count, approximately once every 20 seconds. Lou was too overcome by the shock of the pain and too overwhelmed by the noise of the crowd to hear the first two announcements. Then it came again. ..SLAP!!.. He shrieked in pain and terror as the strap smashed into him a third time. Then ..CRACK!!.. the paddle again. This time, his shrieks subsided just in time for him to hear the the announcement of the count: "Number three".
Lou had learned just enough Arabic to be able to recognize the first few numbers. The announcement had said "three". Three? That had to be wrong. Maybe he didn't remember the number correctly. But no, that was the right word. THREE?? But he'd already received six blows! _s_h_i_t_!! Whoever was counting must be treating the strap and paddle as one. SLAP!! The strap slashed into him again. He screamed. Then CRACK!! The paddle. He shrieked, he couldn't help it, but quenched his scream to hear. He waited. Then the loudspeaker again. "Number four." _s_h_i_t_!! He couldn't believe it. Only four!! If the count continued like this, he would get TWO HUNDRED _f_u_c_k_ing strokes on his ass! _s_h_i_t_!!! It wasn't possible! _s_h_i_t_!!! _s_h_i_t_!!! _s_h_i_t_!!!
He howled in renewed terror as he saw the two guards reach back. The one holding the strap had come up beside him now so that he could slash it down between his legs. He swung. ..SLAP!!.. Lou shrieked as the strap smashed into him, this time down onto the inside of his left thigh. Then ..CRACK!!.. The board crashed down where that buttock and thigh met. "NOOO!" Lou wailed, screaming as the pain grew and grew. The crowd was going wild as they heard Lou scream, shrieking at the top of his lungs.
The wait between each set of strokes was almost as bad as the strokes. The strap and the wooden paddle would smash into him with electric pain. The pain would grow as his brain registered what had happened. Then he'd hear the count and wait, quivering in terror as he waited for the next blow. Then the strap would smash into him. And then the wooden paddle again. Again and again and again, with a regular precision, falling into his ass with unbelievable force.
The loudspeaker called out the strokes. At first he could follow the count but, after a few minutes, the count was through ten. After that, he didn't know the numbers. The blows kept falling... Swisssssh......SLAP!!.. Whisssss...CRACK!!.. "OH GOD!! GOD!!!... PLEASE!!!!" The blows kept landing all over his buttocks and thighs, some smashing the strap down around where the paddle couldn't reach, some just smashing into him with bruising force.
The pain kept growing. Soon, it reached a level where it merged into one continuous shriek of pain and terror in his brain. A madness from the pain consumed him. He was struggling without abandon, screaming at the top of his lungs, bucking within the limits of his bonds, trying desperately to escape, shaking the trestle as he thrashed from side to side begging for mercy. Nothing stopped the men beating him. The sequence went on and on: SLAP!!... CRACK!!... SLAP!!... CRACK!!... "Oh GOD!"
"ARRRRGHH!"
"PLEEEASE!!" It kept continuing. CRACK!!.. Swisssssssssh... SLAP!!.. "OH GOD!! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!!"
Suddenly, hardly aware of what he was doing, he began to buck his hips in a wild primal attempt to escape the onslaught. His legs were tied out wide and his entire ass was totally exposed. The blows were landing everywhere. His ass was totally on fire. Even the inside of his crack was turning bright red. The man holding the leather strap had moved up beside him to where he could make the end of the leather strap curve around his butt cheeks into his inner recesses. Lou jerked and screamed as it struck his asshole. Twice now, it had done that, just missing his ballsack.
He bucked and humped and jerked in terror, trying desperately to escape from the pain. As he went wild, the crowd applauded and laughed out their approval, enjoying every single minute of his misery. They were calling out now, and some of the cries Lou could recognize... "HARDER!"
"SMASH IT INTO HIM!"
"BEAT THE PERVERT'S ASSHOLE!" Between the crowd's cries and applause, the unremitting sequence kept on. ..Whisssss...CRACK!!...Swisssss...SLAP!!!!
Lou was struggling hard, thrusting against the trestle. His thrusts pistoned his prick in and out of the leather sheath that held it. His prick was totally hard. In spite of the pain ravaging Lou's body, the excitement in his prick was engorging his balls to the point where they were beginning to convulse. Suddenly he reached the point of no return.
Swisssssss....SLAP!!... "OH GOD!! I'M COMING!!!" ..Whissss...CRACK!!.. "GOD!!"
"JESUS!"
"_f_u_c_k_ING JESUS!"
"_f_u_c_k_!"
"_f_u_c_k_KKKKK!!!"
He screamed just as his balls convulsed and his body spasmed, shooting his teenage cream out of his nuts with explosive force. His spurts filled the inside of the sheath that covered his _c_o_c_k_, making the sides of the sheath bulge out. Lou was shooting harder and longer than he had ever shot in his life. The tight opening of the sheep's asshole gripped his _c_o_c_k_ so tightly that the case somehow contained his full load. But the entire sheepskin case was bulging out and pulsating.
At first, no one in the audience realized he was ejaculating, that his jerks and convulsions were from his spurts. But his whole body was caught up in it and soon people in the crowd began noticing. His asshole was twitching, his balls were drawing up tight. And slowly, very slowly, semen began seeping out through the hole where his prick exited the sheath. His jism dripped in a thin line from around his pubic hair and ran down over his balls. As he felt that happen and thought of his family watching, his face flushed bright red, almost matching the color of his ass. The crowd began to laugh as more and more people noticed.
Still the blows continued continuously, even as he pumped out his jism and struggled, with his hips humping the A-frame in desperation and his prick jerking and twitching in its own private ecstasy. The pain grew worse as his ejaculation ceased.
Whisssss... CRACK!!.. "OH PLEEASE!" ..Swisssssh... SLAP!!.. "OH GOD!!"
"HELP ME!!"
Again and again and again the strap and the paddle slammed into his bare ass. His ass was now glowing in a bright crimson color that was so red and intense that it almost looked like it had been painted. The pain went to a new level of agony, his nerve endings becoming super sensitive after his orgasm subsided. He started screaming then, a long continuous babbling scream that echoed across the stage and was piercing to everyone that heard it. The crowd laughed and applauded his screams, taking tremendous pleasure out seeing and hearing him get exactly what they KNEW he deserved. ..Swisssss...SLAP!!!...CRACK!!!.. The blows kept smashing into him. He screamed and screamed, his hips bucking like a madman, a madman who knew no hope.
The agony went on for a long time. By now, it felt as if it had been going on forever. Then, suddenly, everything stopped. Time stood still.
The speaker announced something and the crowd applauded. As he watched, the two guards came back around in front of him. He could see the sweat dripping off their backs as they bowed to the crowd. They were literally panting from their exertion. Was he done? OH GOD! PLEASE LET IT BE DONE!.. PLEASE!!
The guards kept bowing to the crowd, acknowledging the applause. He had no idea how much he'd received. But it had to be over if the crowd was cheering the guards. It had to be!
Suddenly, to wild applause, two almost identical youths came up the stairs onto the stage, literally bouncing with enthusiasm. They looked to be not much older than him, maybe nineteen or twenty at the maximum. They were tall and dark, easily six inches taller than Lou. And they were built. Their bodies were fantastically sharp, their stomachs ripped with muscles, their arms and shoulders huge. They wore the same black pants as the guards holding the strap and paddle. Their eyes were deep and big. Their eyelashes were jet black and long. They were extremely handsome.
As Lou watched, his ass burning, he saw the two guards hand their instruments to the two youths, who raised them up over their heads to the cheers of the crowd. The loudspeaker blared another announcement. The crowd cheered again as the two youths waved the strap and paddle above them. "OH GOD! NO!!" Lou screamed, realizing it was not over. "NOOOOO!!!" The crowd roared as he screamed, wildly applauding as the youths said something to the official. The official nodded and the loudspeaker blared yet another annoucement. The crowd went wild.
The official came over to Lou. "These two brothers are going to make this special for you" he smiled. "Normally, they come in the middle of your punishment and get to give you only twenty blows. But they've heard about the depth of your perversions and want to give you more. I've given them permission to give you thirty and to give them to you on each side separately." As Lou's mouth dropped in horrified disbelief, the two youths waved once again to the crowd's cheers and applause. Then they went around behind him, out of his view. "NO!!" Lou screamed. "NOOOOO!!!"
When he felt the instruments of his torture touch his red-hot ass again, Lou peed in terror, peeing into the sheath so suddenly that his spunk shot back out all over him. The crowd didn't notice right away, but gradually people laughed and pointed, cheering the two youths as they moved back and touched Lou's ass again. His ass was burning so badly that Lou jumped and shrieked in terror, pushing even more spunk out of the newly loose sheepskin case. As he did so, he stole a glance towards his family. His sister was smiling! Oh GOD! she was! His brother was watching, still with that look he couldn't figure out. He suddenly felt the spunk running down his thigh. "OH GOD!" he cried. "GOD!" He didn't know what had happened. He must have come again!
Suddenly, without warning, there was a tremendous CRACK!!!... more powerful and more intense than anything he had ever felt in his life, more powerful even than anything the other guards had just delivered. With the shock of that impact he forgot everything in front of him. He could see the youth now, who'd moved out beside him to be able to smash it down over his head. OH GOD!! The youth was swinging the board with both hands, back again over his head! "NOOOO!" Lou screamed as the wooden paddle smashed down on him again. ..CRACK!!!... The shock of the impact was blinding. "OWWHHHH!! Oh GOD!" he shrieked. "CHRIST!! NOOOOHH!!!"
The pain flooded over him, overcoming him totally. His ass was burning so badly that he wasn't sure he even had an ass really left. The pain from the fire went beyond anything that can be described. Then he heard the Swisssssss... of the strap. As the sound of the strap registered in his ears, he screamed a primal, blood curdling scream that had no beginning and no ending. ..SLAP!!.. The strap had smashed down over his right buttock onto the inside of that thigh. The pain stabbing out of his buttock was electifying.
Then he saw the other youth reach back over his head with the paddle. ..CRACK!!!... Lou shrieked as it smashed down onto the same buttock, almost on top of where the strap had seared his ass. Lou's hips bucked in reaction, almost on their own. He looked back at the first youth, just in time to see the strap swinging down. ..SLAP!!... He shrieked as it smashed down on his other buttock and down the back of that thigh. The shock of the impact was so electric that he almost ripped his arms out of his shoulders trying to get away. ..Whissss!... Lou shrieked in terror as the paddle followed the strap down. ..CRACK!!!... "GOD!!" he shrieked. "GOD!!" As Lou's shrieks subsided, he heard the count announced on the loudspeaker. "Number one."
Lou was frantic now, driving himself wild on the apparatus. He thrashed from side to side, struggling somehow someway to get loose and stop this madness before it destroyed him. He heard the crowd cheer. In the midst of all the pain, he felt his prick growing hard yet again as he drove it into the wet sheath, sliding in the spunk that remained within the pink leather.
And so it continued. Minute after minute, stroke after stroke after stroke. The crowd was cheering with each stroke, wildly enjoying the sight of the two local twin teenage brothers strapping the American pervert who loved porn. Suddenly, Lou just couldn't contain the tears anymore, and his eyes opened like a flood. From that minute onward he was bawling like a little boy, crying his heart out. He cried continuously, his face red from shame, the burning agony in his ass fueling the tears streaming down his face. With the tears came thunderous applause. The crowd was thrilled to see the American pervert reduced to crying like a baby boy.
His ass had turned a very deep red now, almost purple, from all the blows. As he thrashed on the trestle, bucking forward and back, he was pumping his slime covered penis in and out of the sheath that held it. Lou's prick was visibly rock-hard again, and people in the crowd were pointing to it and laughing. They could see that he was close to coming once again.
Suddenly, his prick spasmed and he felt himself cumming, squirting his juices into the leather casing once again, still trapped by the seal of the leather against his _c_o_c_k_. He cried out as his balls spasmed and his spunk shot out into the sheath. Suddenly, the leather ass ring ripped under the pressure from his two ejaculations and his jizz squirted out like a spurt from a broken hose, soaking his pubic hair with white fluid and bringing the crowd to its feet. His mom fainted at the sight. The spray was visible to EVERYONE, and as it splashed out from the tube the brothers noticed it and redoubled their blows. Then his prick popped out.
It might have been because of all the spunk or because the tube had become ripped, or it might have been just bad luck. Whatever the reason, his prick was suddenly exposed, squirting the last of his spunk from its big purple head and bouncing obscenely between the trestle bar and Lou's body as his body thrashed back and forth.
The crowd exploded in laughter. "HIT IT!" the crowd started chanting. "HIT THE PERVERT'S PRICK!"
Lou's face flushed in embarrassment. For Lou, it was the ultimate in humiliation. Or would have been had Lou been able to concentrate on it. The humiliation was quickly swamped by the pain in his ass as the two youths kept smashing blows into it. They'd moved out to his side now and had exchanged implements. Now they were smashing blows diagonally across his ass, aiming their blows down at his prick and balls. Lou shrieked in pain and terror as the first successful blow smashed into his ball sack and prick.
He had long since lost count of the strokes. While the speaker kept calling them out, he had no idea what the monotone voice was saying. All he knew was that it took four blows to make the count increase by one. His struggles were more intense than before now as he thrashed wildly on the frame, the youths that were smashing the strap and paddle into him becoming heroes as he thrashed and writhed on the trestle. ..SLAP!!!... Whissssss...CRACK!!!... "ARRRGHHH!!! OH MY GOD!" His ass was bucking like a madman, the crowd laughing uproariously as they watched his ass rise and fall. A chant began somewhere and began to grow, the words lost to the American and his family. But the chant's purpose was unmistakable. "SMACK HIM!"
"HARDER!"
"SMACK THE PERVERT!"
"HARDER!"
Over and over again, the crowd roared their approval, more and more joining in the chant. The crowd was cheering so loudly that they almost drowned out the sounds of the strap and paddle. But not Lou's screams. "OH GOD NO!!" he was shrieking. "GOD!! NOOOO!!!"
The youths were moving all around Lou now, smashing overhead blows down on him from all over. Lou bucked and thrashed as he screamed in pain. Suddenly, the tip of the leather strap curved all the way under Lou and snapped the boy's hanging balls. Lou jerked with a spasm and cried out with a scream. "DO THAT AGAIN!" the crowd yelled. "AGAIN!" The youths did it again, grinning as they saw it please the crowd. Then they did it again harder, this time slashing right into Lou's balls. Lou's eyes rolled up into their sockets. He'd fainted.
Everything stopped. The crowd grew quiet as the doctor on hand approached the boy.
The doctor listened to Lou's heart and took his pulse. Then he cracked open some smelling salts and waved them under Lou's nose. Lou's head snapped up. His eyes opened wide as his nostrils sucked up the drug. The crowd cheered. Then, realizing where he was and what was still coming, Lou panicked, struggling desperately to get away.
His balls were burning so hot that he was screaming in agony. As soon as it was clear that the boy was fully awake, the doctor gave a nod and the strap and paddle started moving again. ..Swissssssss.... SLAP!!!... "AAIEEHHHH!!!" Lou screamed. "NOOOO!" ..Whissssss... CRACK!!.. "OH GOD!!! NOOOO!!" The pain was worse than before. "NOOOO!!" The crowd cheered his screams wildly. "HARDER!" the crowd chanted. "GIVE IT TO HIM HARDER!"
Lou's ass was now so battered that the pain was just continuous. He continued to buck his hips in a primal urge to escape as the the blows continued to fall. He had no idea how much he'd received. Every so often, he heard a count announced. The crowd kept cheering the two youths as they continued to rain blows down. Suddenly, the strap slammed into his ballsack again and Lou once again lost consciousness.
Once again, the crowd quietened, waiting for the doctor to wake up the pervert so the youths could get back to beating his ass. Once again, the boy's eyes snapped open when he inhaled the smelling salts. The doctor nodded when Lou started screaming again. The beating resumed.
Lou was so overcome that he could hardly scream. It only took a few more blows to make him pass out again. The doctor revived him with smelling salts, but then he lapsed back into unconsciousness.
The doctor revived him again but, this time, shook his head after examining Lou. He said something to the official, who shrugged and nodded assent. The offical then said something to the youths, who grinned and nodded eagerly.
The loudspeaker blared an announcement. The crowd booed. Then the youths shook their heads and shouted something, waving the strap and paddle over their heads while the loudspeaker blared again. The crowds boos changed to cheers.
Lou had no idea what was happening. The tears were pouring down his face as the pain kept stabbing out of his balls. The offical looked at him scornfully and didn't bother translating what was being announced. The two teenagers were waving to the crowd and jumping in excitement as the crowd applauded them, grinning as they pointed to Lou's tears and kept shouting something to the crowd. The crowd was replying in equal excitement, chanting and cheering the youths. Finally the doctor said something to the official, who nodded and came over to Lou.
"The doctor is stopping this now" he told Lou. "He thinks you can't take any more today."
"Thank God!" Lou whispered, weeping in relief. "Thank God!!"
The loudspeaker blared another announcement. The youths waved the strap and paddle over their heads and the crowd cheered.
"That's announcing when this will be resumed" the official told Lou. "Because of the widespread public interest in your case, this will be continued in a special session three weeks from today. The session is just for you. The interrupted punishment from the two brothers will be restarted then at the beginning."
Lou looked at him in horror and burst into tears. The official said something to somebody, who said something into a communicator. The loudspeaker blared again and the crowd cheered. A number of people close by pointed to Lou's tears and jeered. The jeers grew louder as several guards climbed up on the stage and untied Lou from the frame. Lou was too weak to stand and had to be pulled up by the guards.
As the guards held him up, the crowd laughed and started chanting. "DOUBLE IT NEXT TIME!" the crowd chanted. "GIVE HIM DOUBLE ON HIS ASS!" The youths who'd just pulverized his ass grinned and jeered at Lou too. They shouted something to the crowd and the crowd cheered.
"They're saying they'll do what the crowd wants" the official grinned. "They'll bring two straps so they can each give you the full thirty with the strap. They'll get one of the guards who gave you the first set to give it to you with the paddle."
Lou looked at him dully. "No" he murmured helplessly. "That's not possible. They can't do that."
"Oh, it's their right" the official shrugged. "They get to choose how they do their set if they get to give it to you a second time. The crowd knows they can increase what you get. That's why the crowd's so insistent." He grinned. "They're out for your blood, pervert. They want to see you strapped until the strap starts stripping the flesh off your pervert ass. That's what they're here for. And they still haven't seen that yet."
Lou looked at him in horror. "How much will they give me?"
"The two brothers? You figure it out. Each gives you thirty with the strap, separately on each side, so that's sixty each. The guard who gives you the paddle gives you another thirty."
"One hundred and fifty? Just from them?"
"That's right. You've got the other guys coming after them as well, of course." He smiled. "The crowd should get what it wants."
"Jesus" Lou whispered. His eyes rolled back. He'd fainted.
.
[to be continued... ]