This story refers to an incident which should have taken place on a trip I took a couple of years ago to Italy.
i continued my journey with a visit to Rome. On the scheduled tour, the bus passed an ancient fortress known as the Castel Sant' Angelo. It was a massive stone building, defended by even more massive towers of stone. The guide said that it had been built as the tomb of emperor Hadrian and had often been used as a prison, most recently in the 1870's.
When the tour was completed, i found myself drawn to the old castle and before i knew where i was going found myself at its gates. *HALT* a deep male voice commanded: *Trespassing is forbidden. All who trespass must be taken into custody* Before i could protest that i was an american citizen, the rough burly guard had cuffed me and begun dragging me deeper into the fortress. The guard was wearing high leather boots and a tight fitting uniform, but when i saw his massive arms, i could only think that he was the reincarnation of one of the brutal Roman centurions of old. As if to confirm my suspicions, he stopped before a statue of bearded Hadrian and bowed his head in respect. As we entered the ground floor, i could see a long, weathered staircase of stone and i knew he was taking me to the dank cells in the lower levels. i started to panic and squirm which only made my captor tighten his already iron grip. *STOP IT. you're lucky I don't push you and let you fall down the stairs and if you're not careful, I just might lose my grip* Knowing i had no choice, i let him lead me further down. When we finally reached the bottom of the stairs the guard opened a thick wooden door and shoved me inside. The next thing i heard was the sound of keys being turned in the lock and the guard laughing to himself as he walked back up the stairs.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, i thought i saw two figures with arms crossed standing a few feet away from me. i knew my eyes were playing tricks on me because they looked for all the world like they were dressed in clothing from the 1870's with large mustaches to match. All seemed frozen for a moment when i heard a whispered voice come from behind the figures. *Hold him* it said. Then the men were on me, each one grabbing and holding one of my arms. i could see a third figure moving slowly toward me. He towered over me and smiled menacingly through his beard and mustache. I was shocked and surprised to see the image of Hadrian in front of me. *What have we here? Another trespasser, I see. We'll have to teach him how we handle intruders.* And with that I saw his beefy arm raised high above me, but didn't see the hard wooden paddle in his hand until it crashed down upon my butt. AAAAAH, I yelped with the stinging pain of it. *He's only begun* a gloating voice whispered in my ear from one of my captors. And then, to confirm it, a second time the paddle whipped through the air and into my ass. AUGH. After that the blows rained down, one after the other without pause, Hadrian was gritting His teeth in concentration as He lit into me and i was absolutely helpless to do anything but take His merciless punishment. OOOF. MMMMH. AAAAA. He continued for what seemed like forever. When He finally paused the men holding me were the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the stone floor.
*Chain and Strip him* He said and immediately the men dragged me on my knees to a low stone bench and raised my arms after removing the cuffs. i was too weak to move as they bound my wrists and connected them to chains under one edge of the bench.
My shirt was torn off and soon i could feel my pants being roughly removed. When i was totally naked, my feet were spread apart and put in iron cuffs at the other edge of the bench. i was now spread eagled, lying face down on the cold stone bench, my ass already beginning to redden from the rough treatment I had already received. *I don't like to hear any backtalk when I'm handing out punishment so, we'll have to find something to shove in your mouth* He said as He moved toward me. As He moved closer, i could see that He had removed the filthy loin cloth he had been wearing and held it in front of my face as i began to whimper in anticipation. *SHUT UP AND TAKE IT* punctuated by a hard slap was the response. Then He roughly forced my mouth open and stuffed it in, accompanied by another slap. Then he turned his attention to my ass, saying *If you had such a hard time with the paddle when you were clothed, what's going to happen when I use my leather on your bare ass?*
And with that He removed the thick strap of leather He was wearing around his groin and started partially wrapping it around his fist. In spite of the rancid gag and iron restraints I continued to whimper and squirm as much as I could. *SHUT UP AND HOLD STILL!* *It looks like I'm going to have to hold you down to get this done.* And with that He wrapped his massive arm around my waist and held me tight. *Now, impudent and disobedient boy, you'll really going to get what's coming to you.* And so I took what I knew deep down I deserved, my muffled cries of pain and protest becoming weaker with each snap of the cruel leather until finally I could do nothing but shake helplessly as he continued to inflict his merciless and brutal punishment. SNAPP, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGHHHHHHHH. SNAPP MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGHHH. SNAPP MMMMMMMMMMMM SNAPP MMMMMMMM SNAPP MMMM SNAPP MM SNAPP M SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP. SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP SNAPP. then, suddenly it was over and i was alone outside the Castel Sant'Angelo ready to return to the US, knowing that someday I would again be subject to just punishment at the hand of a man.