[Authors note: This part of the story takes off from Lou's return to the prison after passing out in the middle of a public punishment.]
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When Lou came to, he was in the cell he'd been in before, still in solitary confinement. The doctor was there, preparing an injection. He jabbed the needle into Lou's arm. Lou lost consciousness again as the injection took effect. When he awoke, he was still naked, tied face down to the frame of a bed. Someone was beside him, spreading some liquid over his ass. Suddenly, Lou came to in a rush, screaming in pain. Whatever it was, the liquid burnt like fire. He felt another injection and passed out again.
Lou had no idea how long he was kept like that. He discovered later that he'd been sedated for almost a week.
A day or so after he was taken off the sedative, he was lying awake on the bed when a guard came in. He was still tied face-down to the frame to keep him from moving onto his ass. The guard said something unintellible, untied Lou from the frame, and pulled him up off the bed. Then he said something else which Lou couldn't understand. Lou shrugged and told him to speak English.
The guard slapped his ass with a small strap he was carrying. Lou shrieked, tripped, and fell back onto the edge of the bed. The guard picked him up, slapped his ass again, and pointed to the door. Lou hesitated. The guard said something and slapped his ass again to reinforce it. Lou ran to the door, hoping that was what he'd been ordered to do. The guard nodded, slapped Lou's ass, and pushed him down the hall into a room. He barked some order which Lou didn't understand, pushed him against the wall, and left Lou in the room. Lou stood where he'd been placed until two men entered.
It was the official who'd been on the platform, along with the prison doctor. The doctor made Lou bend over a table and examined his ass and balls. Then he took Lou's pulse and did a cursory check of Lou's condition. He looked at the official and nodded.
"The completion of your punishment will take place a week from Saturday" the official told Lou. "You didn't complete the second part, so the punishment will resume with that." He turned to the doctor and said something. The doctor shrugged and said something in return. "The doctor thinks you can make it to the end" the official told Lou. He smiled grimly. "You'd better. It gets worse each time you start over."
He turned back to the doctor and they started to leave. "Excuse me, Sir" Lou said nervously. "I don't know what day it is. How many days is it until then?"
"Twelve days" the official smiled. "Today is Monday. It's nine days since you were beaten in the square."
Two guards came in after the doctor and official left. They said something to Lou, which Lou assumed meant he should go with them. He went to the door. The taller guard spat, slapped Lou on his face, and repeated what he'd said. "I don't understand you" Lou told him nervously.
The guards left, returning almost immediately with another guard who spoke a little English. "You disobey order" the guard said scornfully. "You get over table."
Lou looked at him in alarm. "I didn't understand what he wanted."
The new guard said something to the others, one of whom went away. He came back with a fourth guard, who brought along a leather strap. It wasn't the prison strap he'd experienced before. It looked more like a school strap, just leather, without a wooden handle. But it was easily two and a half feet long.
"You disobey" the English speaker said again. He grinned and said something to the others, who grabbed Lou and forced him over the side of the table. "Now you get punishment."
"No!" Lou cried fearfully. "Please!"
Two guards held Lou down while the fourth guard went out to Lou's side. "Just tell me what to do!" Lou begged. "I'll do what you want!"
The guard with the strap asked something. The English speaker said something in return. Lou suddenly realized what he'd said. "Twenty-something." The guard with the strap nodded, reached back, and swung, smashing it across Lou's ass. "NO!" Lou shrieked. "NOOOO!!" The strap smashed into him again. "NO! PLEASE!!" Again and again the strap smashed into his buttocks, twenty-four more times.
After the beating, Lou was thrown back into his cell. He lay on the bed sobbing, desperately aware of his helplessness. He had fourteen more months of this ahead of him.
When he saw the doctor two days later, he poured out his misery and his fears. The doctor was contemptuous. "You should have thought of that before you committed your crimes" he told Lou. "Or, better still, stayed right out of our country. Perverts like you deserve every punishment they get."
Lou got angry. "I'm not a pervert!"
The doctor laughed. "Really? That's certainly not the court's conclusion."
"They were corrupt" Lou said bitterly. "They didn't even listen to me."
"I'm sure they acted with good reason" the doctor shrugged. "You Americans are all the same. You think you can walk all over us, no matter for what immoral purpose. Well, you can't. You're going to learn that lesson here."
"I want to see the American consul" Lou demanded.
"Whatever for?"
"It's my right!"
The doctor looked at him scornfully. "I'll pass that message on."
Shortly afterwards, the cell door flew open. It was the official again, along with two of the guards. He spat out an order. The two guards dragged Lou down the hall, this time to a bigger room.
"No!" Lou screamed fearfully when he saw what was in the room. It was another punishment trestle. He screamed in even greater terror when he saw who else was in the room. It was the two youthful guards who'd beaten him in the square.
The four guards forced him over the trestle and tied him down. Then the official said something to the youths. The youths grinned. One of them reached down and picked up a strap. Lou screamed in terror when he saw it. It was the same prison punishment strap they'd used on Lou in the public square.
"These two will punish you" the official told Lou.
"Why?" Lou wailed. "What did I do?"
He smiled. "Don't you remember anything of what you're told? You don't ask for anything here, pervert. Not food, not your consul, not anything."
"It's my right to see my consul!" Lou sobbed. "And I'm not a pervert!"
"You don't have rights here." He turned to the youths and said something. They laughed and asked him something. He replied with a laugh and then turned back to Lou. "These two will show you what you can ask for."
The youths said something to the other guards, who grinned and left with the official. They came back with the English-speaking guard. They also brought two half-inch thick boards, each two and a half feet long. "This test session for them" the English speaker grinned broadly. "If good, maybe they beat you too next Saturday in square."
"Please don't do this!" Lou begged, beginning to sob in fear. "Please!"
The two brothers took up positions beside Lou and directed the guards with the boards to positions out to each side. Then they looked at each other, grinned, and said something to the English speaker.
He laughed. "They say you like strap, pervert, that strap make you come. That true?"
Lou shook his head. "No!" he said fervently. "No way!"
The English speaker said something to the youths, who laughed and shook their heads. "They say you lie."
"I'm not lying! And I'm not a pervert!"
He translated for the youths, who laughed again. They said something to the guard, who laughed nodded. He turned to Lou, grinning. "I tell them I test."
He left the room. He came back with a rubber police baton, sheepskin penis holder, and lubricating grease. He put the sheepskin holder on Lou's penis and attached it to the trestle. Then he picked up the baton and shoved it into the grease.
"You like _f_u_c_k_, pervert?" he grinned. "Then you like this." He came behind Lou, holding the baton like a spear.
"What are you doing?" Lou screamed, shrieking in horror as the guard rammed the baton against his asshole. "OH GOD!" he screamed. "NO!"
He somehow managed to squeeze his ass tight just in time to keep it out, The guard just laughed, reached back, and smashed the baton across Lou's buttocks. Lou screamed and bucked against the trestle, shrieking in terror as the guard rammed it in again. This time, the guard's thrust was harder. Lou shrieked and bucked, eyes wide in horror, as the rubber pole plunged deep into him. "NO!" he shrieked. "NOOOO!"
The guard laughed, twisted the baton and shoved it in as far as he could. Then he started thrusting it back and forth, pushing it progressively deeper into Lou's bowels. "Please!" Lou shrieked, bucking in spasms as the baton rubbed over his prostate. "Take it out! PLEASE!!"
The guard just laughed and rammed it in faster. He said something to the others. One of the youths picked up the strap. "NOOOO!!" Lou screamed. The youth smashed the strap down on his buttocks, close to the thrusting baton. "NOOOO!" Lou sobbed. "PLEEASE!!"
The English speaker picked up the pace, ramming the baton in even faster. The youth speeded up the blows, too. Then the other two guards picked up the boards and started beating the backs of Lou's thighs. Lou shrieked and screamed, bucking and thrashing on the trestle. As he did so, thrusting his prick in and out of the sheepskin holder, the baton kept rubbing against his prostate while the sheepskin rubbed against his penis.
The predictable happened. His prick got hard, his balls engorged, and then the feeling began to build. He screamed, yelled, and came in a flood. The English speaker laughed, shouted at the others, and shoved the baton in hard. Lou bucked into the trestle, tearing the sheepskin holder open. His spunk spurted over the floor.
The beating stopped. The guards came behind Lou to look at the dripping spunk. "You pervert for sure" the English speaker laughed. The two youths said something. The English speaker laughed again and pulled the baton out. "They right, you lie. They punish you for that now."
Lou was sobbing, partly in shame, partly in fear. "I couldn't help it."
The English speaker translated that for the youths, who laughed and nodded. "They know you say you couldn't help it" the English speaker laughed. "American perverts all say same lie."
The youths beat Lou for a long time, taking turns with the prison strap. The other guards did the same with the boards. By the time they stopped, Lou's buttocks felt almost as badly battered as they had been out in the square. His shrieks and sobs were frantic.
The youths and the other guards talked briefly. The other guards pointed to Lou and grinned. The youths shrugged, said something, and shook their heads. Then they left, leaving Lou with the English speaker and the other two guards.
The English speaker grinned. "These men see you like ass _f_u_c_k_. I think you give them your ass."
"No!" Lou shrieked. He looked at them in terror as they undid their pants and came behind him. "No!! You can't! PLEASE!!"
Lou moaned in humiliation as he felt the first _c_o_c_k_ of his life pushed against his hole. Then the big guard pushed in, ramming his prick deep into Lou's ass. "NO!" Lou kept shrieking. "NOOOOH!" The man kept thrusting in and out... in and out... Finally, the man threw his head back and ejaculated with a gutteral groan. Lou felt his load gush into his bowels. The man pulled out. As Lou lay there sobbing, feeling semen drip down his legs, the second guard took the first guard's place. This time, Lou's hole opened more easily, and the man's prick went into him with a single, hard thrust. The second man's rape was vicious and fast.
Even after the second guard pulled out, Lou's ordeal wasn't over. Several more guards came in to join in raping and beating him.
When they finally took him back to his cell, Lou was screaming in pain and humiliation. The English speaker laughed. "You get that all the time here, American boy. Your pervert ass get many beatings. Everybody beat you and _f_u_c_k_ you now."
Lou sobbed in pain and terror as he was left on the cell floor, totally destroyed by what had happened. He'd known that rape was a danger, but it had still been just a theoretical possiblity. What had happened was far more brutal than he'd ever imagined. For days, he lived in fear that it would happen again.
Nothing did happen in the next ten days. Gradually, the memory of the guards' brutality receded along with the pain in his rectum. As the day of the public beating grew closer, that memory got swamped by his fear of what awaited him.
Nobody talked to Lou over the next ten days. Food and water were brought to his door, but he never saw the person who brought them. He sat in his cell feeling miserable. As the next public punishment drew near, he lay on his bed, traumatized by his fear of what would happen. He couldn't bear thinking about what the two youths would do to him. In his isolation, he felt terribly abandoned and alone. He wondered if anybody in the outside world even knew of his misery.
Saturday morning came.
It was much the same as before. Guards scrubbed him, flushed him out, and dressed him in the same sheer cotton pants. As he waited in his cell, he heard the crowd gathering, seemingly even louder than the time before. He could hear the roar of the crowd grow. After a while, he heard them chanting slogans, at least he supposed they were slogans. He could hear someone shouting over a loudspeaker too and suddenly recognized his own name. The speaker was obviously denouncing him, while the crowd roared in response. The crowd sounded uglier, larger, and more excited than last time. By the time the guards came for him, Lou was quaking in fear.
When he was taken into the square, he couldn't believe the size of the crowd. The square was packed with people, many more than the time before.
The crowd started clapping and jeering as soon as they saw him dragged into the square. The English speaker was one of the guards with him. He translated some of the jeers. "They say 'Beat American ass!', 'Make the pervert scream!' They no like you, pervert." He grinned at Lou's fear. "You're going to get it today, American boy!"
Lou fought in terror as he was dragged across the square, shrieking in utter fear. His shrieks got louder and shriller as he got closer to the stairs to the stage. He struggled and fought as the guards forced him up, kicking out at the guards and screaming. When he was forced onto the stage, he struggled so hard that it took four guards to hold him while he was tied to the overhead ring.
The guards ripped off the cotton pants, not even bothering in their anger to hide the boy's genitals from the crowd's stares. "PERVERT!" the crowd shouted. "FILTHY AMERICAN PERVERT!" Then they strapped on the sheepskin sheath as before and swung the boy around to display him to the crowd. Even though his prick was slack, the stiff sheepskin sheath made it look like he had a hard-on. The crowd laughed and jeered, pointing to the obscene tool. "BEAT HIM!" they chanted. "SMASH THE PERVERT'S PRICK!"
The guards attached his feet to the trestle and attached the sheath to the bar. Then they bent him forward over the trestle and tied him down as before. Lou kept bucking and thrashing in a vain attempt to get away. The crowd laughed and jeered again as they saw his desperate terror.
As they forced his face forward to look at the crowd, he could see even more western newsmen than before. At least he presumed they must be newsmen. He couldn't imagine any other westerners would want to be here in this crowd. He looked for his family but couldn't see them anywhere. He finally recognized the consular representative in the audience near the front, but none of his family was with him.
He later learned from the consular representative that his family had been deported from the country. His father had angrily denounced the country's corrupt and barbaric justice system in interviews with the western media after Lou's brutal punishment three weeks earlier. He'd excoriated the judges and prison administration for giving his son more punishment than even the court's sentence had specified. And he'd gone on at length about how such punishments were given just to force parents like him to pay bribe money to the corrupt judges of the country. The consular official told him his father's deportation had been fortuitous. The chief judge of the trial court had angrily cited Lou's father for contempt just hours later, issuing a brutal sentence.
The enormity of Lou's punishment had been a major story in the western media, particularly back home in the U. S. There had been outcries in Congress and outrage across the country. The State Department had demanded that Lou be released. But the local government had dug in their heels and refused to intervene in Lou's punishment.
The local media had gone into a frenzy of indignation about the pressure from the American government, railing against the immorality of foreign governments that put the interest of perverts ahead of social morals. One of the local papers had published sanitized but provocative pictures of Lou exhibiting his sheathed hard-on to the crowd in the square, demonstrating the depth of his perversion and his contempt for local morals. The religious mullahs had gone into a frenzy, launching their people into the streets to demonstrate against America and to demand even harsher punishment for the American pervert. There had been ugly demonstrations in front of the American consulate.
Lou knew none of this. But he could sense the ugly attitude of the crowd. Many of the mullahs' supporters were in the crowd today, shouting insults at Lou and demanding greater punishment. The English-speaking guard was still beside Lou, translating their fanatical cries and grinning at Lou's terrified reaction. Lou was crying in abject fear now.
The crowd laughed and cheered as they saw Lou's terror, calling out even more demands. "NO MERCY FOR PERVERTS!" they chanted. "MAKE THE AMERICAN PAY!"
Then the loudspeaker blared something and the crowd cheered. The cheers suddenly exploded as the two youthful guards bounded up onto the platform. Both had prison straps this time. The youths waved the straps over their heads to the crowd's wild applause.
The loudspeaker blared another announcement and the crowd cheered again. The two youths turned back and gestured, calling two other guards up on the stage. The guards were the ones who'd been the first to beat Lou in his previous public punishment.
As the loudspeaker blared out again, the last two guards waved wooden paddles. The crowd applauded and then started cheering. A chant began. "SMACK THE PERVERT!"
"HIT HIM HARD!" Then the chant changed. "MAKE THE PERVERT PAY!" they screamed. "SMASH THE AMERICAN'S ASS!"
The loudspeaker blared again. The crowd cheered yet again.
The official came over to translate. "That's the official announcement of what you get today" he smiled. "You're resuming the punishment where you left off, starting over at the beginning of the second part. This time, everybody who beat you last time will join in to give you the thirty blows you were supposed to get. Then, after you get all that you should get from this group, you will receive the last part, the part you never even got to start last time."
"MORE!" the crowd was chanting. "GIVE HIM MORE!" The two youths said something to the other guards, who nodded and grinned. Then the two youths spoke to the official. The official nodded and another announcement was made. This time the crowd went wild. "BEAT HIM SENSELESS!" someone yelled. "BEAT THE YANKEE PERVERT!" the crowd chanted to the youths. The youths laughed and nodded, waving the straps over their heads as the crowd cheered.
Lou sobbed in terror as the two youths went out in front of him on either side of his head. One of the other guards took the paddle out to his side. When all three reached out to touch him, testing their positions, Lou shrieked in anticipation. "NO!" he screamed. "NOOOO!" The crowd roared with delight at Lou's terror, shouting jeers at the American youth. "PERVERT!"
"ASS-_f_u_c_k_ER!" The chant started up again. "BEAT THE FILTHY PERVERT!"
"MAKE THE AMERICAN SCREAM!" All this got translated for Lou, adding still more to his terror.
Lou shrieked as the first strap whistled down on him, smashing into one of his buttocks. ..SLAP!!.. Then another on the other side. ..SLAP!!.. Then another on that side ..SLAP!!.. and another on the first side ..SLAP!!.. By now, Lou was shrieking like he'd never shrieked before. There was a brief wait. Lou's shrieks subsided. Then the guard with the paddle reached back over his head. Lou shrieked again. ..CRACK!!.. The paddle smashed across the underside of his buttocks, right where they joined his thighs. "Number one" the loudspeaker announced. "SMACK HIM!" the crowd chanted. "SMACK THE PERVERT HARD!"
Lou could see the crowd laughing each time he shrieked and sobbed. He was bucking like a fool now, bucking and thrusting into the table as he shrieked. Four more incredibly painful slaps on his buttocks. ..SLAP!!.. ..SLAP!!.. ..SLAP!!.. ..SLAP!!.. Then the paddle ..CRACK!!.. Another wait while his screams subsided. Then the loudspeaker again. "Number two." By now, Lou's ass was scarlet.
"BEAT THE PERVERT AGAIN" the crowd was chanting. "SMACK HIM HARD!"
The two youths said something to the others and went further out in front of Lou. They reached up over their heads and brought down their two straps almost simultaneously. Lou shrieked as the straps smashed down over each buttock onto the backs of his thighs. They reached back and did it again, just before the third guard smashed his board across Lou's buttocks. Lou shrieked, bucking into the trestle in even greater frenzy. "Number three" the loudspeaker announced.
By now, Lou was frantic, bucking against the trestle. The two straps smashed into him, this time down onto the underside of his buttocks. Lou shrieked and thrashed on the trestle as the board crashed across his ass.
Lou's thrashing and lunging was plunging his prick wildly into the sheepskin holder. Each time a blow landed, he lunged in, trying to escape. Each lunge made Lou's prick progressively harder. By the time five sets of blows had landed, Lou could feel his balls engorging. He was lunging in hard now, unable to keep from _f_u_c_k_ing the trestle. The crowd began to see what was happening. As people laughed and pointed, the crowd's chant began to change. "SMACK THE PERVERT!"
"MAKE HIM COME!" Lou was beside himself with fear as he twisted and lunged into the trestle. More blows. "SMACK THE PERVERT! MAKE HIM COME!"
Lou couldn't control himself now, lunging wildly into the sheepskin sheath as the strap kept slashing into his buttocks. He was _f_u_c_k_ing the trestle now. "GOD!" he shrieked. "_f_u_c_k_!" He thrust in really hard as he felt himself come. "_f_u_c_k_!!! _f_u_c_k_!!! _f_u_c_k_!!!"
Lou's last thrust split the ring of the sheepskin holder, letting his spunk shoot back onto him. The contents of the sheath spilled out, running down over his balls onto the stage. People close by could see what was happening. "HE'S CUMMING!" they shouted to the rest of the crowd. As they were yelling, Lou's spunk shot out in an ejaculation more intense that anything he had ever felt. The youth's cream flooded out of his dick, pouring down on the platform. "PERVERT"
"_f_u_c_k_ING PERVERT!" the crowd began to chant. "SMACK HIS BALLS!"
They youths did just that. They aimed for Lou's asshole, smashing blow after blow down into his asscrack. Lou shrieked like he'd never shrieked before when one of them hit his asshole and curved around into his balls. The crowd laughed and cheered wildly. "SMACK HIS BALLS AGAIN!" they chanted. "SMACK THE PERVERT'S BALLS!" By now Lou's ass was on fire, with every part of his body shrieking from the pain. His buttocks and thighs were turning darker with each stroke.
By now, Lou was crying like an infant. He had no idea what the count was. Blows kept smashing down all over. The youths were still smashing blows down on his asshole as well as all over the insides of his thighs. "SMACK HIS BALLS AGAIN!" the crowd started chanting. "SMACK THE BASTARD'S BALLS!" The youths looked at each other, grinned, and did just that, both of them smashing blows down over his asshole that slashed over into his ballsack. Lou screamed as blow after blow of the leather strap smashed into his scrotum. After the fourth blow, the pain finally overcame him. He passed out.
The beating stopped and the crowd quieted. The doctor came over, examined Lou's balls, and then reached for his smelling salts. Lou snapped to and screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed as the doctor felt his balls again and nodded to the youths. The youths picked up the straps again. The doctor said something more and the youths nodded. Then they reached back with the straps and started smashing them down on Lou again, for now keeping away from his balls.
The beating went on for a long time. Each time the count was incremented, five more blows had smashed into Lou's ass. Every time, the sequence was the same: ..SLAP!!...SLAP!!.. on one side, ..SLAP!!...SLAP!!.. on the other side, and then the ..CRACK!!.. of the wooden paddle across his buttocks or thighs. From time to time, the youths paused while the guards exchanged paddles and places.
The two youths and their coworkers kept moving around Lou, smashing blows up and down his thighs as well as all over his buttocks. Their bodies glistened with sweat as moved, each blow smashing into Lou with as much force as the two youths could deliver.
After a while, the youths changed position. They aimed blow after blow of the strap down Lou's asscrack, down into his inner thighs as well as down onto his asshole. By this time, Lou was so battered that he hardly felt the individual blows. Twice he passed out from the blows. Twice the doctor revived him.
The blows kept raining down, blow after blow after blow. By now, Lou hardly even knew what was happening. Then, suddenly, the loudspeaker announced the final count. Thirty. Once again, the beating stopped.
Lou was wiped out. He was almost unconscious. Somehow his prick throbbed within the confines of the pink sheath, on the verge of atavistically cumming again in spite of (or maybe because of) the burning pain in his ass. The pain was everywhere. His legs were numb. Tears were pouring down his face, visible to everyone.
The crowd gave tremendous applause to the two teenagers, who bowed and grinned to the audience. They brought the other two guards into the applause. The crowd cheered again, yelling praise for the way the guards had pulverized Lou's buttocks with the paddle while the youths were demolishing his asshole.
All Lou could think of as the crowd cheered was that it was over. THANK GOD! IT WAS OVER!
Then, suddenly, he saw two more men approach the stage. They were huge, more powerful than any men he had ever seen in his life, with jet black hair, muscles that ripped across their stomachs, and a smattering of hair on their armpits.
"NO!!" he screamed, suddenly realizing what their presence meant. "NO!!" He'd forgotten about the third part of the punishment.
The crowd went wild with applause as the newcomers climbed the stairs to the stage. They were built like professional wrestlers, with giant arms and powerful backs. They made the youths who'd just finished beating Lou look like the youths they were. Just the thought of them taking over the paddles was more than Lou could handle.
The new men were enthusiastic. They took the straps from the youths and swung the straps through the air with two hands, waving the straps like baseball bats. As they did so, the crowd roared its approval. Then, as had happened before, the new fresh paddlers went around to Lou's rear and out of his sight. The sweating youths and the other two guards left the stage to thunderous cheers.
Suddenly Lou felt the trestle move. The unexpected movement jolted him. Then another jolt and suddenly the whole trestle tipped forward, dropping Lou's head toward the floor and raising his legs. Other guards lashed the trestle in its new position, supervised by the newcomers.
The loudspeaker blared some announcement. The crowd laughed and then cheered. The official came up to Lou. "They're looking for places the others skipped" he grinned. "That's why they've shifted your position." The loudspeaker blared again. This time the crowd cheered wildly. "They're going to do the same as the two brothers" the official translated. "Just use the straps..." His voice tailed off as the loudspeaker made another announcement. The official grinned again. "They're going to make this really special in your honor, American, just like the brothers did. This is a memorable occasion for us, pervert. You're setting a new standard."
The audience began to chant. "SHOW THE AMERICANS!"
"SHOW THEM!"
"That's right" the official laughed, translating the chants. "This will show your country how American perverts will be punished from now on." He laughed again, remembering Lou's sentence. "This is the new standard for Americans like you, pervert. You'll get this for the second punishment in your sentence too."
"No!" Lou whispered. What was happening to him was beyond belief.
"Oh, yes!" the official laughed again. "Maybe you'll pass out and come back again, pervert. I bet you will! I bet that doctor will stop the punishment again. God! I hope he does!" He laughed and shouted something to the guards. They laughed, raised the straps, and nodded. "Three public sessions to give you the full punishment! That will teach America!"
Lou shook his head helplessly. "I can't take it" he whispered.
The official looked at him scornfully. "Then you'll die, pervert. You deserve everything you're getting, both here and back in the prison."
"How much will I get?"
"From these two? Forty each. That's their part of the sentence. But they've agreed to make it special. They'll give it to you separately on each side, so that's forty on each side from each of them."
Lou did the arithmetic. "Oh GOD!! NO!!" he wailed. "NOOOOH!!! THEY CAN'T! NOOOOH!!!"
The crowd heard his screams and cheered.
"PLEASE!" Lou begged. "PLEASE, Sir! PLEASE DO SOMETHING!!" The official laughed and said something to another official. Almost immediately, the loudspeaker blared again. The crowd laughed and started chanting. The official nodded to the two guards. They grinned and picked up the two straps.
The crowd's cheers grew wild as the two big men went out on either side of Lou's shoulders. "BEAT THE PERVERT" they chanted. "BEAT HIS ASS OFF!" The guards reached back over their heads. "OH GOD!!" Lou screamed. "NOOOOH!!"
They swung the straps down. ..SLAP!!.. ..SLAP!!.. The two straps smashed down across his buttocks onto the backs of his thighs. Lou screamed, a shrill shriek that lasted for seconds. The crowd cheered wildly. "BEAT THE AMERICAN PRICK-LOVER!!" they chanted. "MAKE HIM HOWL!!"
Lou fought desperately against his bonds as the onslaught on his rear continued, fighting with a vigor renewed by terror. The newcomers were so powerful that the strap smashed into Lou's buttocks and thighs like steel cables.
His ass was now so purple that it looked like a mound of hamburger. It had already begun to swell even while the youths and others were beating him. Now, as the two straps kept smashing into him, the hamburger was beginning to look more and more like a pulverised raw mass. The crowd loved watching the huge men literally obliterate the young American's ass, smashing blow after blow into him with brutal force. And they loved the way the guards made the teenage pervert scream. Lou was almost totally out of it now, screaming in an almost continuous shrill shriek of terror.
Suddenly, after only a dozen or so blows on each side, he passed out again. The beating stopped. The doctor stepped forward.
This time, Lou's head was lolling even after being revived by the smelling salts. The doctor said something to the official, who came over and looked. The two of them talked for a moment. Then the official nodded. He said something to the guards and then moved to the microphone. The loudspeaker blared something. The crowd murmured. Then the loudspeaker blared again and an old severe-looking mullah came up on the stage. The crowd applauded in respect as they saw who it was. The mullah looked at Lou's inert form contemptuously and conferred with the doctor and the official.
The loudspeaker blared the announcement: "Once again, the American pervert has demonstrated the weakness of Americans and his inability to take his punishment. Once again, his treatment will be merciful and the rest of his punishment will be deferred. Once again, the partly completed segment of his punishment will start over, this time two weeks from today, again in a special session only for punishing the American pervert. Mullah alQaziri has agreed that the regular public punishments scheduled for that day will be postponed so that no other chastisement will obscure the lesson the young pervert's punishment provides for the world."
Then the mullah took the microphone. "May Allah the merciful attest to our mercy. May Allah the powerful attest to our determination to punish evil. May Allah the just attest to the rightness of our punishment of this foreign pervert. May that punishment attest to our determination to maintain the morality of our nation and our obedience to the will of Allah." The crowd intoned a respectful response.
The mullah left the stage and the crowd began to disperse. The guards untied Lou and pulled him off the trestle, dragging him off the stage and back to his solitary cell.
The next two weeks passed very much as before. Lou was kept sedated while his injured ass was treated. Then, in the second week, he was isolated in his cell. He knew what awaited him and had many days to contemplate it.
Once again, the day came. And once again, Lou was dragged out into the packed square. Once again, the crowd jeered his terror and cheered the guards who were to beat him. The street demonstrations had been constant over the two weeks since he was last draped over the trestle. The crowd's frenzy had mounted with every sermon of the mullahs. Today, they had come to see final onslaught on the pervert's ass.
His terror was even worse this time. He knew what to expect and knew how terrible it would be. He was powerless to stop the onslaught. He felt nothing but a gripping fear as he was tied down once again.
Lou screamed in terror as the two huge guards reached back, shrieking in agony as they started smashing blow after blow down on his ass. The guards aimed their blows everywhere, all over Lou's buttocks and then down the backs of his thighs. The crowd laughed and cheered as Lou's shrieks became shriller and shriller.
Then the biggest of the men with the strap moved forward and began to aim the leather strap into Lou's asscrack. Lou's shrieks redoubled in intensity as the other man did the same. The two men smashed blow after blow down over his asshole into the underside of his buttocks. Lou was shrieking in a frenzy, thrashing wildly on the trestle. The crowd was chanting in a frenzy too.
Suddenly one of their blows smashed into Lou's ballsack. Lou's head rolled back as he fainted. The beating stopped while the doctor once again revived Lou and examined his pulse. Then the doctor nodded to the guards. "NO!!" Lou pleaded. "PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP!!" The doctor said something to the official, who laughed and said something to the others. The loudspeaker blared something as the doctor nodded again to the guards that the punishment could resume.
"BEAT THE BASTARD!" the crowd chanted. "STRIP THE AMERICAN'S ASS!"
Lou shrieked and screamed and bucked and twisted as more blows kept smashing down on him. Blow after blow kept raining down on him.
This was by far the most brutal punishment he'd received. After a while, his mind shifted into a sem-conscious state, only partly aware of the terrible pain. By now, he'd received barely half of the 160 blows he was to receive. He'd passed out twice, but each time been revived. The beating had gone on.
He was crying nonstop between shrieks now. He had lost most of his voice, the screams and cries slowly replaced with hoarse whimpers of pain, faint mewling cries escaping with each ..SLAP!!.. ..SLAP!!.. of the blows falling on him.
Even as he cried, the two wrestlers swinging the straps were turning his ass into a flaming caldron of smashed flesh. The strap was cutting into him brutally now. As every overhead blow landed, people close to the stage could notice the blood trickling down his legs and dripping to the ground below. As more blows fell, cuts crisscrossed each other and little pieces of flesh started falling on the stage. This is what the crowd had been waiting to see. Each blow stripped a little more flesh off his buttocks, making still more blood flow. "STRIP HIS FLESH!" the crowd chanted. "STRIP HIM TO THE BONE!"
Lou's ass was now so battered that the pain was just continuous. He was barely conscious now. But he continued to buck his hips in a primal urge to escape. At one point, in spite of his agony, his frantic lunges into the trestle brought his prick to an ejaculating climax. Lou hardly noticed the jeers and chants of the crowd as they saw his jizm spurt out to mix with the dripping blood.
The blows kept falling on him. Minute dragged by after minute as the blows continued to fall. Lou had no idea where he was now or who he was or what was happening. He'd passed out several more times, but each time been revived and the beating continued. There were to be no more deferments now. Lou would take his punishment or die.
By now, everything was a blur. Even the sounds of the crowd, the hysterical laughter and cheers, the loud clapping that came with each blow, was all just blurring together. The pain was one long blur of agony.
Suddenly, the blows ceased. The loudspeaker blared an announcement. The crowd cheered, but it was applause for the guards now, not jeers. The beating was over.
Lou hardly noticed. His mind was overwhelmed by the agony of his pain. His buttocks didn't look human any more. Their skin and some of their flesh had literally been beaten off. The swelling was so pronounced and the flesh so badly battered, bloody, and purple that it had the look of raw meat in a store, not part of a living human body.
The doctor got something from his bag and poured it over the raw flesh. Lou shrieked and tried to break his bonds as the burning liquid seared his bleeding ass, the incredible burning agony reawakening all his powers to scream. The crowd roared approval as Lou's shrieks of agony echoed and reechoed through the square.
The crowd kept clapping loudly for the two hard police officers that had brought Lou to this state. Then all the guards that had beaten Lou over the past month appeared on stage to a thunderous ovation. Lou closed his eyes and wept.
There was a pause, and the crowd grew quiet. Lou lay panting on the trestle, his moans of pain gradually beginning to subside. Then, suddenly, Lou's eyes flew open. He felt a searing sudden pain in the side of his right buttock.
Lou shrieked, a primal shrill shriek of agony and surprise. The new pain was blinding, like nothing he'd felt from the strap. He screamed and fought his bonds, even as he smelled the stink of burnt flesh. One of his tormentors had just applied a red-hot iron brand to the right cheek of his ass, pushing the iron firmly into his bloody and battered flesh. The stink of his own flesh burning was something he'd always remember.
Lou shrieked and shrieked and shrieked as the hot iron etched a giant mark into his swollen rear. Then he passed out. The doctor revived him and poured more of the burning antiseptic liquid over the brand. Lou shrieked and passed out again. The electrifying agony of being branded was something he'd never forget.
Later, in the prison, he had no access to a mirror and couldn't see the brand clearly. For a long time, he had no idea what it said. But the brand would stay with him as long as he lived. Later, he would learn that he had been marked with a symbol that literally said "public hole." As with most languages, the translation wasn't perfect, and the guards laughingly translated it in whatever way suited them. But what all the translations really amounted to was "willing pervert's _f_u_c_k_hole." It was not a brand anyone would want on their ass. The prison guards took it as a declaration that anyone could _f_u_c_k_ his ass.
After the doctor revived Lou a second time, guards unstrapped him from the trestle and pulled him up on his feet. He tried to stand, but couldn't. His legs were too numb and his ass too badly damaged to support his weight. The guards attached the thong around his wrists to the overhead ring once again, stretching him up so the crowd could see. Then they rotated his body to display his battered and branded ass to the crowd. The crowd loved it, cheering for a long time. The guards left him hanging from the ring so the crowd could inspect every detail of the punishment and branding Lou's ass had received. The crowd jostled to get closer, laughing and applauding.
Lou never looked at the audience, his humiliation just too complete to handle their stares. People were laughing hysterically as they came close and pointed to his damaged ass.
Just then, when he thought his humiliation was at a peak, he lost control of his bladder. A long spray of bright yellow urine began to pour out of the remains of the sheath. Lou was conscious enough to go red-faced with shame.
As he looked up, his eyes locked once again on a young teenager in front of the stage. It was the same boy who'd been there the first time, who'd laughed at his agony them. The boy was laughing and clapping, still thrilled with what he had seen and was watching. The boner bulging out in the boy's pants made it only too clear how much Lou's fate had turned him on.
For a brief moment, Lou remembered how he'd responded the same way two years before. Then the searing pain overcame him again. Once again, he passed out.
The doctor didn't bother reviving Lou again. The guards released Lou from the overhead ring and dragged him off the stage. He was dragged face down, feet dragging, through the jeering crowd. As the crowd looked at his pulverized seventeen-year-old ass, with its newly branded red and purple buttocks, they started to chant once again. "ONE MORE TIME!" they jeered. "AMERICAN PERVERTS PAY!" Below him, a thin wet line of dripping urine marked the path along which he'd been dragged.
He was taken back to the same solitary cell and tied down on the frame again. As earlier, the doctor injected a sedative and treated his buttocks while he lay semi-conscious on the bed. They kept him sedated for almost two weeks while his ass gradually more or less recovered. It never fully healed; Lou carried scars on his ass through his life. But at least he could walk again, though for a long time only with much pain.
He was kept in solitary confinement for almost six weeks so that he could recover, not only from the public beating but also from the rest of the administrative caning ordered by the court. He received the caning four weeks after the final public punishment in the square: nominally twenty-five strokes of the cane on his bare ass but in fact many more. Given the state of his buttocks when the caning was given to him, that punishment was almost harder to take than what he'd received in the square.
That wasn't all he had to recover from. The homophobic prison officials made a target of Lou, encouraging the guards to discipline him often. By the time he was removed from solitary confinement and allowed to mix with other prisoners, he'd been beaten several times more and had withdrawn into a depressed shell. He'd been raped several times as well.
Moving from solitary confinement to ordinary prison was not progress. He was thrown into a squalid cell with ten other men, the packed cell fetid with the stench from the dirty trough at the far end that ran from cell to cell heaped with feces. The guards dropped him on a thin matt on the floor and he hit the filthy floor with a thud, his still badly bruised ass visible through the rips in his thin cotton pants.
One of the prisoners spoke up in perfect English: "_f_u_c_k_ing _s_h_i_t_, what a mess! Look at that boy's ass! Jesus, is that the American who got it three times in the public square last month?"
"It must be" another English-speaking prisoner nodded. "Look at that brand."
The English-speaking guard walked up to the edge of the cell, eager to show his dominance. "Hey, you guys. This American pervert is here for you." He looked at Lou and laughed. "You better hurry up heal the rest of the way, pervert. These cellmates are all anxious for you." His laugh was like a cackle. "Anxious to _f_u_c_k_ your ass."
One of the prisoners looked up. "The boy gay?"
"Supposedly" the first prisoner nodded. "You're the one who got it for smuggling gay porn?" Lou nodded dejectedly.
The guard grinned. "He like things up his ass. Show them, pervert."
Lou shook his head grimly.
The guard laughed. "You disobey again?" He got another guard.
The cells were arranged around a small open square. The two guards pulled Lou out into the middle and forced him down over a solid wooden block. Another guard tied his wrists to rings in the sides and ripped the thin cotton pants off his ass.
"You disobey, now you pay" the English-speaking guard grinned.
The other two guards got straps, came back to Lou's side, and started beating him. It took only three blows on each side before Lou was shrieking desperately. All the prisoners were at the bars of their cells now, watching Lou thrash from side to side on the block, screaming shrill shrieks of agony as the four guards each smashed more than thirty blows into his buttocks. Lou's buttocks were so badly scarred and bruised from previous beatings that each blow caused unbelievable pain.
By the time the beating finally stopped, Lou was totally broken. The guards threw him back in the cell. Lou spent the rest of that day curled up in a fetal position on the concrete floor of the cell, sobbing as he contemplated what awaited him. All he could see ahead of him were many more months of beatings and worse.
Lou Kelter wasn't gang-raped in that cell. He got lucky there. One of the older prisoners protected him, and so he survived his first few months in hell.
Lou was lucky too about the second public strapping to which he had been sentenced. The media videos of his public beatings had touched off a storm of American protest. The government had decided to be merciful in the interest of public relations. Just before the public caning was to take place, they announced that the caning would be the last of Lou's public punishments. The second public strapping would be suspended, conditional on Lou never returning to the country after his eventual deportation.
That was about the limit of his luck. The prison term was left unchanged. And the guards beat Lou anyway, just not in the public square. The second severe strapping that the court had mandated was given to Lou before a private audience of prison and court officials and videotaped for private showings to others. Mercy was confined to giving the punishment to Lou on the trestle in the prison yard, behind the prison walls, so that western newsmen could not watch or film.
The guards found excuses to beat him many times more. They also moved him to another part of the prison, leaving him with a different group of prisoners who were overjoyed to have an American youth to abuse. The remainder of Lou's time in prison was one continuous nightmare of beatings and rapes.
Lou couldn't even look forward to a known release date. The prison officials invented excuses to extend Lou's prison term by several additional months, administering severe canings to Lou each time they extended the term. The threat of more extensions and canings hung over Lou right up to the time he left the prison.
Because of all the international media publicity, the government intervened to have Lou's last few weeks of prison spent in the prison hospital recovering, but only so that the most obvious evidence of abuse was eliminated by the time of his release. Ironically, the time in hospital wasn't even part of his extended sentence. The prison officials just extended the release date by the same period.
When he finally was released, he'd been in prison for almost two years. His parents flew him home to America immediately. He was met by the press and for weeks afterwards was a media sensation. Everywhere he went, everyone wanted to see his ass, to hear what it was like, and to find out if all the rumors were true. Lou never did disclose everything that had happened to him in prison, even to his family. But for Lou, the memory of what had happened to him would be with him forever, just like the brand that was burned permanently into his ass.
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