The gathered crowd filling the youth courtroom fell in hush quiet as the young prisoner was escorted to the dock. Most beamed with smug approval and self-righteous indignation at the convicted boy wearing a bright orange jail jumpsuit, his hands cuffed in front and his ankles encircled by iron chain.
Justin Morton struggled to keep his composure. It wasnt easy for the 13-year-old boy to keep calm knowing he would soon hear his fate from the judge. The good looking, sandy hair lad looked stoically forward, trying to ignore the rumbles of the mob behind him.
Justin could not believe how stupid he was to find himself in court. It really was his fault, despite the trick his "friends" pulled.....
Four months earlier Justin was out playing in a park when he was approached by some kids he knew from school. They were considered "bad" kids; though Justin felt drawn to them and to be apart of their group.
Justin was a quiet boy and had few friends. He spent most of his time watching TV and surfing the Internet. He did like porn and reading _s_e_x_ stories and masturbated over fantasies of screwing girls. His loneliness pushed him deeper into his _s_e_x_ual dreams, and perhaps his undoing.
So when Todd and his cohorts came up to him and talked, he was interested.
"Hey Justin, you want to _f_u_c_k_ Jennifer Wilson?"
Jennifer was a girl in the neighbourhood that Justin only knew by sight. She was very pretty and he had jerked himself dreaming of her naked.
"Well sure....I guess. But she wouldnt want to", he replied wanting to sound that he is "into" _s_e_x_ with girls.
"What do you mean? She is a total slut. She _f_u_c_k_s any boy that comes on to her. Just go up and put the moves to her", Todd explained.
"You really think so? She wont say no?" questioned Justin with growing lust in his mind, and loins.
"Hell shell probably say no at first, but she wants it. Girls like her need a guy to act strong. Just grab her little tits and _f_u_c_k_ her brains out man. She loves rough _s_e_x_".
With some mild coaxing Justin walked towards Jennifers house. He couldnt believe his luck to find such a willing girl to have _s_e_x_ with.
Justin approached the twelve-year-old girl and said he lives nearby and said he had something to give her. He suggested they go behind the car garage for some privacy. She had recognized him from the area and agreed with this new friend.
What happened next was a wild furtive attempt at rape by a boy long on hormones and short on brains. He had pulled the girl down and yanked at her panties under her dress. He fumbled with his own pants and soon was rubbing his erect penis against her soft vulva.
Jennifer began shrieking and yelling for help. She pounded at Justin to stop, but he didnt, thinking the girl would soon enjoy the _s_e_x_.
Todd and his friends were laughing from the sidewalk as they heard the girls screams. It was not unexpected at all. Jennifer was not a slut, but in fact a kind proper young lady who was a virgin and would not give the likes of Todd the time of day. They knew that and also that her dad was home reading the paper by the open window.
The carnal lust that Justin was unleashing for the first time in his life came to an end when Jennifers dad grabbed him by his hair and dragged him off his daughter.
With his pants still around his ankles he was tossed into a nearby garden shed and locked in until the police arrived.
Todds street gang howled with glee at the sight of Justin being whisked away in the back of the police car on his way to the local juvenile detention centre.
At his trial Justin tried to explain his naiveté about _s_e_x_, but he just crumbled under cross-examination. The medical evidence proved the head of his penis did penetrate the girls vagina, though not fully, but legally enough to make it rape. But the nail in the coffin was the semen sample taken from Jennifers genitals where Justin ejaculated moments before he was stopped Mr. Wilson.
The judge found him guilty of _s_e_x_ual assault.
Now the young convicted teen rapist stood in court. His face was much paler due to the four months languishing in his jail cell. It was now time to be sentenced for his crime.
Justin trembled as the judge peered down at him. His lawyer had requested a light sentence of two years probation or at most six months in a boot camp. Justin knew too that the judge could give him prison time, and worse....
The old judge addressed the court, "Mr. Morton I will now pass sentence. This court having found you guilty of the heinous crime of _s_e_x_ual assault I feel compelled to reflect the communitys and the courts revulsion by issuing the most severe punishment under the law. I order that you be confined in juvenile prison until your 21st birthday. Upon your release from custody you will be placed on probation for ten years and register as a _s_e_x_ offender. And in accordance with mandatory rules, this being a _s_e_x_ual offense, you shall suffer twelve strokes of the cane upon your buttocks at the time of your arrival in prison. Remove the prisoner from the court".
Amid hissing and boos from the court galley, Justin was led stunned from court. His eyes were flooding with tears. His mind was numb with fearful thoughts of life in prison, and the lash.
The next morning Justin was in transit to his new home for the next eight years. His heavy chain bondage banged on the van doors as he looked out the small window and saw the large grey stone edifice of Montgomery County Juvenile Prison. He sighed with resignation as they passed through the double fence entrance enmeshed with sharp barbwire.
Montgomery Prison is a maximum-security correctional facility for the worst child criminals in the area. Over 800 boys aged ten to twenty-one are incarcerated here and are punished for their crimes. It has a terrible reputation for harshness and merciless discipline. Critics say the kids souls are ripped out, not to mention their hides.
Justin was hustled out of the van and taken to the prisoner processing room. Guards removed his handcuffs and leg shackles. Paper work was exchanged and read over by a sergeant while two correctional officers turned their attention to the new young cute inmate.
"Strip your jumpsuit off now", barked the largest of the men.
It was not the first time Justin has been strip-searched. It was humiliating but he was used to it. He unzipped the orange garment and stepped out of it. He pulled off his shoes and stood up straight. The 13-year-old boy was naked.
The large beefy guard approached the scared nude child as the other two guards sat and witnessed the procedure. It was a perk of the job for many.
The strip search commenced. The guard had Justin open his mouth and swish his tongue around. He checked behind the convict childs ears and with a comb went through his blond hair. The teen was ordered to present his hands and fingers for inspection and then raise each arm to look into his smooth armpits.
The guard knelt down and looked at the kids genitals. A few soft pubic hairs sprouted out from the root of a three-inch soft uncut penis. The guard lifted up the penis and retracted the foreskin forcefully. Justin tried not to look and hide his red face.
With his other hand the correctional officer moved around the scrotum to look for any small weapons, like a razor blade taped to the perineum, or other contraband. With a final feel through the boys sparse pubes, he finished the genital inspection.
Justin then had to turn around and raise each foot to allow the guard to see in between each of the toes.
"Bend forward and grab onto your ankles", commanded the man.
Justin was dizzy with shame as he felt his small bum checks pulled apart. The guard released the fleshy orbs for a moment to don rubber gloves. He returned to the pink anus to do the rectal cavity search. He plunged his finger into the quivering boy and heard an audible gasp as he felt for any foreign objects inside the rectum.
The other guards in the room smiled at each other in their silent appraisal of the rump of this new prisoner, soon to be soundly beaten.
Justin was ordered up and taken to an adjoining shower room and told to clean himself with a strong anti-bacterial soap and shampoo.
After drying himself from the cold water he sat down on a stool as ordered. The officer held an electric hair trimmer and proceeded to lop off all of Justins hair leaving just some bristles of follicles. All inmates had their heads shaved monthly, part of a psychological tactic to remove individuality and instill in them their lowly position of being just another prisoner. It is an act of shaming.
The new prisoner was now issued his uniform of a one piece green jumpsuit (no underpants or socks) and non-laced rubber soled shoes. Justin zipped up the heavy uncomfortable polyester outfit. On the back in bold stenciling was MONTGOMERY COUNTY JUVENILE PRISON.
Justin was now standing to get his mug shot taken. They took a frontal shot and left and right profile picture. He held up a plaque with his information showing:
Name: Justin William Morton DOB: October 15, 1990 Inmate #: 902678-JM-B Offense: _s_e_x_ual Assault
The last procedure to be completed was being finger printed. It would forever be part of his criminal record.
The lead guard handcuffed Justin behind his back and along with his partner frog marched the boy through the centre of the prison. They arrived at cellblock B, home to the twelve and thirteen year old inmates. Close to 75 boys were kept locked up in the three story cell housing unit. The three people passed into a sally-port security corridor. The outer door was opened by a security control centre, then locked before the inner door could be opened to gain access to the main cell block floor.
Justin looked around at the cold looking cement floors and high walls. Fixed metal tables and chairs adorned the sparse common area. A few boys were sitting quietly playing cards and checkers. Others read some books or watched a mounted TV showing a nature documentary. The remainder were on work details or in their cell.
Justin was taken to the second floor tier. They passed by eleven cells before arriving at his. The heavy metal door was unlocked and swung open. His cuffs were removed and was pushed in.
"Youll remain confined to your cell until the court ordered caning is carried out tomorrow afternoon" explained the guard.
Justin gazed back in desperate fear as the door closed shut with a clang followed by the locking mechanism. He was alone in his 6x8-foot cell. He sat dejectedly on his small bed and looked around at the stainless steel toilet and sink in the corner, and up high was a small window with steel grating. In front of him was a small desk bolted to the wall with a stool fixed to the hard floor for eating his meals. There was nothing else to appreciate but the crème coloured cement blocks.
The teenager felt more like a scared little boy as he contemplated his future in prison, and more importantly the awful pain his butt would be suffering tomorrow. He didnt want his ass whipped. And so he did what any boy would do - curl up on his thin mattress and cry himself to sleep.
The next day shone brightly as visitors arrived at the prison to witness the caning of convicted rapist Justin Morton. Special invitations had been issued to interested parties.
The 13-year-old boy inmate was shaking with trepidation of the beating he was to get as he entered a small room that had about a dozen people seated and waiting to watch his corporal punishment.
Aside from some guards, there was a nurse from the infirmary, a representative of the court, and some media. But Justin gasped with real embarrassment when he saw his parents and his victim Jennifer and Mr. Wilson. They had front row seats.
He could see that Jennifer was talking with the prison warden, getting the inside scoop on prison life.
"So what will Justin and the other prisoners do each day?" she inquired.
"Well my dear, all prisoners have a 5:00am wake-up call and prepare any dirty laundry. Breakfast is served in their cells by 5:30. At 6:00 they begin two hours of running, push-ups and other workouts. From 8:00 to 11:00 they attend educational classes. At 11:00 until noon they have a free period in the cellblock common room to talk, watch some TV or read. Then all are returned to their cells at noon for the lunch meal. In the afternoon is when they do work. Some go out in the community as a chain gang to clean streets and parks, others remain to clean toilets and floors, kitchen detail and we have a large laundry squad to wash all the bedding and uniforms. They are given a half-hour to shower and clean up before they go back to their cell for dinner at 5:00. After supper they are allowed out to do homework and other tasks. Bedtime is 8:00 and all prisoners are locked down and lights out for the night." Explained the Warden with pride.
"They do that every day?"
"Yes, six days a week. On Sunday they are kept locked in their cell so they can meditate on the crimes they committed. Its a hard boring life, but these youth are here to be punished."
Upon seeing Justin waiting in the wings, the Warden got up and began the ceremony.
"Ladies and gentlemen I welcome you here to Montgomery Prison to witness the court ordered corporal punishment of Justin Morton. Mr. Morton the courts having found you guilty of _s_e_x_ual assault have ordered that you receive twelve strokes of the cane administered to your buttocks. Your family and victims family are present as their right to witness your punishment."
Justin was standing at the front of the room before the assembled crowd, barely able to look at his parents or anyone else; his shame was so great. There were a few flash bulbs going off from the press covering the event for their readers.
The Warden continued, "the prisoner is instructed to remove his uniform and prepare for the caning to begin."
Justins eyes flew open. He really didnt think hed have to get naked for this. Especially with all these people here to watch. Everyone could see the pleading in his eyes: please dont make me get naked.
A guard standing behind Justin whispered to get moving. With a red-hot face Justin began to undress in front of his parents and a grinning Jennifer and attentive onlookers. His mom just shook her head with disappointment at her sons behaviour.
Once naked, Justin was led over to a metal trestle. He stood with his legs apart in a V shape. Two guards attached leather restraints to the condemned boys ankles, firmly holding him to the main front legs of the caning bench.
A hand pushed Justin forward, bending at the waist, to lay his chest flat on a wooden panel perpendicular to the floor. His arms dangled down and were tied to the rear support legs. The boy had his head resting to the side and when he caught sight of the long, one-inch diameter cane, his breathing became laboured as fear griped him.
Justins white firm bum was tautly stretched as it arched away from his body, perfectly presented for unfettered access to beat. The audience could see the boys hanging scrotum and the tip of his penis peaking out from in front.
A middle-aged sergeant of the guards took hold of the leather-handled cane and took up position beside the tied nude prisoner. It was his role to beat all the inmates who were ordered caned for violating prison rules. It was always an intoxicating moment for the man as he waited to thrash the naked buttocks of young boys.
The Warden having got the nod that the prisoner was ready intoned, "commence the punishment".
The sergeant on cue raised high the instrument of pain and with his full strength brought the cane whistling through the air and landed it hard into the centre of Justins bum.
A junior guard counted out, "stroke one".
Justins eyes went wide and his body lurched forward as wind raced out of his lungs into a deep "aggh". Red-hot pain pierced his little boy bum that went searing right to his brain.
A few seconds later the cane again swung hard into the teenagers butt. It left a wicked looking red line. A pitiful howl emitted from Justin as the burning pain doubled.
The sergeant leaned forward and delivered the third blow to the kids upper ass. Jennifer watched intently seeing the bum of her attacker turning red and purple. It looked as painful as it felt.
Justin gritted his teeth and held his breath to somehow hope to lessen the pain of the next stinging blow that cut into the lower crease of his bottom and legs.
With unrelenting force the muscled forearm holding the five-foot cane smashed it against the helpless buttocks.
Justin heard a voice announce, "stroke five". Tears were flowing freely down his flustered face as he panted hard into the wood panel supporting him.
The big sergeant looked over at the sweet innocent face of a girl watching her abuser be punished and was angered at what she has gone through. With a muster of strength he used that cane as vengeance of justice to inflict great pain on this rapists rump.
Justins throat gargled with an animalistic groan as blinding pain began to roll over him. He began begging God for help and forgiveness. Do I really deserve this he wondered?
Again the dedicated sergeant waved that long wooden stick lashing the smooth round bum cheeks that only a young teenage boy has. He grinned with satisfaction to hear a loud scream of true agony pour out of the tied up boy.
"Stroke seven" was heard over the sobbing boy.
Justin was now crying piteously. He knew today would be painful but could not believe the incandescent heat that now burned his ass cheeks right to the bone. As he saw the guard raise high the cane for yet another assault he eked out a soft, "please no".
Ignoring the pleas of the juvenile offender, the chief punisher unleashed another searing blow to the swollen discoloured ass of the weeping boy.
The junior guard had to half shout "stroke eight" atop the whining moans and cries of the battered teen boy.
Justin shifted his head and in between choking sobs implored, "mommy please help, Im sorry".
The chagrined mother of the convicted juvenile _s_e_x_ offender hurled back, "dont expect help from me you pervert. You deserve this. We wont be helping to make your stay in prison any easier. Youre a disgrace to the family. Im happy to see your filthy ass be beaten. Now take your licking!"
With this added blessing the sergeant ripped into the pert youngsters bum a massive harsh smack that echoed in the ears of the entranced crowd. Justin cried out like a dying animal caught in a trap. In a high pitched girly voice, strained by screams, he called out, "oh please Im so sorry. I cant take any more.....oh please, PLEASE!"
Amid rasping breaths and hisses, his body shook hard as he absorbed the tenth stroke of the cane that ripped open one of his many weals. Justins mind began to float on an euphoric painful high. His submission as a prisoner was near complete. He realized his body and mind were not his now. He is in the control of the correctional prison system. He is not free. He has no rights. He is a convicted criminal, a lowly rapist. He is just an incarcerated living thing with a number to be caged like an animal. Justin Morton is now simply human trash.
Justin surrendered totally to the prison and the pain of the cane.
The sergeant saw the spirit leave the kid as he pummeled the childs buttocks with as fierce a fiery sting as the first.
An involuntary guttural growl of near spiritual suffering croaked out of the sweat covered prisoner. Salty tears and thick snot conjoined over his quivering lips.
With exaggerated solemnity the sergeant gripped the cane in both hands and held it aloft and made a couple practice swings as he looked down on the shaking naked boy. With his legs pulled apart and fastened firm it created a most delectable presentation of such a lovely boy bum. A beautiful image he was turning into an ugly multicoloured lump of ravaged flesh. His works autograph was a scar found on every boys ass in the prison.
With no sympathy for the tortured youth he gasped in his kinetic energy to force the hard wood to slice through the air and impact the defenceless bum with a final crucifying hammer blow that pushed the boy hard into the edge of the caning trestle.
"AAAGGGGHHHH", screamed Justin with his last breath of wind indicating the horrendous pain engulfing the broken flesh of his buttocks.
The correctional officer marked the tally, "stroke twelve". It was over for Justin.
Justin cried uncontrollably, his body shaking from the shock of the beating, the chill of his sweat-strewn body and the destruction of his soul. He could barely sense the guards releasing his limbs from the leather bonds.
As photographers started forward to snap some pictures of the convicts battered and horribly bruised bottom to splash across tomorrows papers trumpeting yet another young criminal beaten to submission, Jennifer went to the Warden. "What happens to him now?"
"This wretch, like all other prisoners receiving a disciplinary caning, now faces a mandatory 30 day stretch in solitary confinement."
"Whats that mean?" the girl innocently asked.
"Below in the dungeons of the prison are several small cells where no light can intrude is where the ill behaved prisoners find themselves locked away from all human contact. They are kept naked in solid cement tombs measuring only 4x6 feet with only a _s_h_i_t_ bucket for company."
"They dont see anyone at all?" interjected Mr. Wilson.
"Well, almost. Food is delivered through a slot in the in the iron doors, but every five days we have to drag them out and hose the stench off them," chortled the Warden.
"I hope you use cold water," said Justins dad.
"Most assuredly."
Everyone all turned to watch the nude prisoner be pulled up from the trestle. Justin was bawling like a baby as he stumbled on weak legs. His bum hurt so badly he did not dare touch it. A correctional officer pulled the inmates hands behind his back and cuffed the wrists together. Justin looked over at his parents with a look of shame and fear. It was returned with stone-faced stares. The boy was crushed and cared not that many were looking at his exposed genitals.
Seeing the child was ready for transit the Warden directed, "take the prisoner to the dungeons."
Two guards had to help Justin hobble his way out the room and towards the lower levels of the prison. "Please, please, please....no, no, please forgive...." was the rambling voice of the doomed boy trailing off amid plaintive sobs.
After a refreshing luncheon of poached salmon sandwiches and lemonade for the invited guests and media, Jennifer and her dad departed and thanked the Mortons for their support.
As they drove out the main gates of Montgomery Prison, Jennifer turned to look back at the dark imposing building and the long shadows cast by the gun towers dancing over the glint of razor wire. A single beam of sun from the heavens struck a small dark corner of the penitentiary. In her minds eye she could see Justin laying curled up on the cold cement floor of his tiny cell, his naked bum throbbing in writhing agony.
She sat back into her car seat and looked ahead at the tall Cedars lining the road home under an approaching storm cloud. She happily smiled.
THE END