Consequences of Misbehavior P3- Probation Begins

by Nathan

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is written in seven chapters, and is total fiction. The chapters are being posted separately, and while each chapter depicts a corporal punishment scene, they are probably best enjoyed if read sequentially. Author feedback that is positive or negative is encouraged and very much appreciated. None of the characters are real, and the names are all made up and any semblance to real people or actual places is not intentional. It revolves around a single main character who is a typical senior in high school, shooting his way through puberty and growing up fast. The boy is 17 at the story beginning, but soon turns 18 and finds himself in trouble. Like a lot of teenagers in real life, he makes a few mistakes, and in doing so he learns a few hard lessons about the consequences of misbehavior. I hope you truly enjoy his adventures. – Nathan

CHAPTER III – PROBATION BEGINS

My thrashed bottom was burning so badly I wasn’t walking all that great, and trying to sit in the car for the ride home after the birching was tremendously difficult. We passed a few kids heading home who had watched the show, and most of them waved and several of them laughed. I tried to just stare straight ahead and not think about how humiliating it had all been. But, I had survived it, and while my entire bottom hurt a lot more than I ever imagined, at least I didn’t have another session of corporal punishment ahead of me.

As soon as we got home my dad tried to hand me the post-punishment package, but I was way too sore to look at it. Hell, I couldn’t even sit down! I spent the rest of that Saturday and all day on Sunday laying on my bed and on my stomach, and my dad put more antiseptic cream on my ass and used bags of ice to keep the swelling down. A few friends tried to drop by, but this time my parents sent them home. I really wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. My entire bottom was thrashed! In the mirror of my bedroom I got my first look at my birched bottom, and it was pretty much a dark purple, and there were lots of welts and bruise marks and small cuts covering my entire ass, from just below my waist to half way down to my knees. They had really torn it up! My entire bottom was swollen of course, and needless to say it was very sore to the touch. And the feeling of soreness went deep.

But as sore as my bottom was, that very soon wasn’t my biggest concern. No, my biggest concern was quickly becoming my cock, and how it was locked up and out of my reach. The first week it had all been new, and I had been too scared to get all that horny, but now the misery of it was really starting to get to me. Even taking a simple piss was an ordeal now, and I had to sit on the toilet just to urinate and once again sitting was very painful. Over the weekend all I really did was lay on my bed and try to recover, and the Probation Control Device was hard and unmoving, and it was a very awkward thing to try and stuff in my underwear. For most of the weekend I just stayed in my bed naked, and very slowly the intensity of the burn in my ass got better, but as it did the need to touch my cock started to grow. I found myself staring at the metal tube that was my cock’s prison, and feeling very sorry for myself. I had already been locked in the thing for a week, and it was driving me crazy. How was I ever going to survive another week with a locked up cock and my balls in a cage, much less two years? I tried pulling on the PCD, but it was firmly attached to that metal ring behind my balls, and with my cock stuffed inside that metal tube and the little metallic bird cage around my balls, I couldn’t even touch my package. Oh how I wanted to! My fingers fondled the padlock and my eyes stared at the keyhole. I could touch the cage covering my balls of course, and through the little bars I could tickle the skin of my scrotum, but when I did my cock tried to get hard inside the tube and that was extremely uncomfortable. I was oh-so-fucked, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I loved jacking off! In fact, I couldn’t remember a day since I hit puberty at 13 that I hadn’t stroked my meat at least once. Now, I couldn’t even touch my dick, much less jerk it! What the fuck was I going to do?

I was too sore this time for school, and I flat out told my dad I wasn’t going. The birching was just so much worse than the paddle and strap had been, and I needed time for things to heal. He was sympathetic, but he also reminded me of my probation. He said he had read the package, and he handed the bright red envelope back to me and told me I better read it too.

He looked at me with that dad to son look, and as he handed it to me, he said: I suggest you read this Mika. Thoroughly! If you want to avoid another thrashing, you need to be very familiar with what’s inside. Otherwise they will burn the skin right off your bottom all over again. There are lots of things you can do on probation, but there are several things you can’t do. Unless you want another session of corporal punishment, skipping school isn’t one of your options.

With trepidation, I started to read.

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CONDITIONS OF PROBATION

Mika Gentry, your unacceptable behavior got you into trouble, and you have been punished for what you did. Now, it is time to move forward in your life in a positive manner. As a reminder, you volunteered for and were administered court ordered corporal punishment in lieu of other legal actions. You are now fitted with a Probation Control Device (PCD). Hopefully, your experience so far has taught you that your lack of judgment and prior misbehavior had consequences. The goal of the state’s corporal punishment program is to help you make better choices in your future and your probation period is your chance to prove yourself. You are expected to maintain a high standard of personal behavior, and to avoid further punishment it is mandatory that you do so during your entire probation period.

For you, your probation period has been set by the court for two years from date of punishment, and during that time you will need to maintain certain behavioral standards to avoid further punishment. If you fail to control your behavior, you will be arrested and returned to the Corporal Administration Center (CAC) for an attitude adjustment to be accomplished using additional corporal punishment as determined by the discipline committee. It is highly suggested you behave yourself.

SECTION A1, RULES 1-3: CONDITIONAL REQUIREMENTS: A mandatory return to the Corporal Administration Center for additional corporal punishment is required if any of the following individuals order it anytime during your probation period:

Figures of Authority:

Any police officer, for any violation of the law
Either parent, for any reason they deem necessary
Your high school principal, for failure to adhere to school standards of discipline
SECTION B1, RULES 1-5: BEHAVIORAL REQUIREMENTS: A mandatory return to the center for additional corporal punishment is also required for the following infractions:

For any academic report card grade less than C
For failure to keep any mandatory appointments at the CAC
For any unexcused school absence
For any fighting or aggressive behavior against anyone for any reason
Using any controlled substance unless it is prescribed for you by a medical doctor
For any outside contact with your Primary Victim. You are forbidden to contact Thomas Lincoln through any means at any time, including telephone, email, or in person, or use other individuals, including friends, associates, or family members to attempt such contact for you. Instead, you are authorized one weekly monitored electronic contact session at your specific CAC appointment time. For you, that time is NOON on ANY SATURDAY during your probation period. This single weekly authorized contact appointment is optional and you do not have to be present. Even if you are present, your PV may or may not choose to communicate with you. But your single weekly appointment time at the CAC is the ONLY authorized communication opportunity for you to attempt contact with your PV.
SECTION C1: IMPORTANT INFORMATION ABOUT YOUR PROBATION CONTROL DEVICE (PCD)

Your PCD will take some getting used to, and initially it will be uncomfortable. But you will get used to it. The device is designed to focus your energies into non-sexual activities, and to help reinforce the lesson that the consequences for misbehavior are not fun. You are not prohibited from dating girls, or attending dances or other school co-ed functions, and you can do just about anything you did before you were fitted with your PCD. Obviously, sexual intercourse will not be possible for you to experience during probation, but society standards dictate that unmarried teenagers should remain celibate, and you will find your PCD can help you avoid temptations to do otherwise. In fact, you may find that your PCD will actually improve your behavior towards members of the opposite sex.

Other than the obvious sexual restrictions, your PCD allows you to do just about everything you like to do. You can play sports with it in place, and in fact, with your scrotum secure inside it’s protective metal cage, your PCD makes an excellent protective cup. Even so, it is recommended that you wear a jock strap to support the additional weight of it if you plan to engage in strenuous activities. You will find that sitting during urination will be required, but the small hole in the end of it will allow for normal urination to happen. It is important that you shower regularly, and keep it as clean as possible. After showering, you should use a hair dryer to dry the device and remove as much moisture as possible from within the tube by gently heating it up. Additionally, at least once daily, it is recommended you use the plastic squeeze bottle and application tubing you were provided to squirt the provided lubrication oil into the top and bottom of the metal tube encasing your penis. It will be much more comfortable for you if your penis can slide within the tube in which it is confined.

While you are fitted with your PCD you are required to keep your genitals, to the extent possible free of any sexual hair. Regular shaving of your pubic hair will help keep things clean and free of unwanted bacteria.

Initially you may find your device is especially uncomfortable at night. Erections are not possible with the device in place, but it will take some time for your brain and body to realize that and you will likely experience some minor pain and discomfort on occasion when excessive blood flow moves toward your penis. It will be easier for you if you confine your thoughts and dreams to non-sexual matters. The device can only be removed at the Corporal Administration Center. Do not attempt to remove it yourself. It is made of hardened Titanium, and any attempt to cut into it or burn it off would likely result in severe and possibly permanent destruction of your genitalia. If your PCD ever shows signs of tampering at your required monthly inspection intervals, you will receive additional corporal punishment of a very severe nature.

SECTION D1: HEALTH AND SAFETY

While wearing your PCD, your health and safety is very important. On the first Saturday after your punishment, and then again at least once every thirty days thereafter, you are required to appear before a CPI official at a Corporal Administration Center, where the device will be removed and a trained medical staff member will examine you for any health issues or problems associated with the long term wear of the device. Your PCD will be cleaned and sterilized, and your penis and testicles will be washed and inspected. Any pubic hair you have not removed will be extracted by the waxed-sheet method. Since you will be unable to shave your scrotum with the device in place, that will be accomplished during your monthly visit. Once your examination is complete, then the device will be relocked in place. This single monthly appointment is mandatory, but should take less than thirty minutes to complete.

While it is very unlikely, if you should happen to have a health emergency while wearing the PCD, or you have pain or major discomfort lasting more than four hours, then come to the CAC nearest you to find out what needs to be done. The emergency response window is open 24 hours seven days a week, and you can call the HOTLINE anytime with health related questions.

SECTION D1, RULES 1: PERSONAL HYGIEN REQUIREMENTS: A mandatory return to the center for additional corporal punishment is required for failure to maintain proper personal hygienic standards, including pubic shaving, proper showering, and drying the PCD regularly.

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Fuck! Needless to say, my dad was right, and skipping school wasn’t one of my options. And so, on Monday morning, in spite of a very sore bottom I got dressed and drove to school, and tried to act like nothing had happened. Of course, that wasn’t possible. And, sure enough, school was just as bad as I thought it would be. Everyone kidded me, except for the teachers and my very best friends. The teachers made it clear that I had been a good example for others and without any question thought I had deserved my public spanking and birching that followed. In gym I was made to dress out, just like normal. Of course, they all got a good look at my multicolored bottom, and that was damn humiliating. But the worst part by far was that all the guys thought my Probation Control Device was fascinating and they really wanted to see it. They especially wanted to know what it was like to be wearing it, and I must have been asked by a hundred guys if I was horny. Fuck! By mid-week, horny was an understatement! All I could think about was my cock, and how I wanted to jack it. And of course, every guy I saw was grinning and smiling, and I was so envious of their freedom it cannot be described. Up until that point in my life I had just never thought about being able to masturbate as anything special, but suddenly when that was no longer possible it was all I could think about.

I ran into Thomas Lincoln during lunch, but I ignored him. The black rings around his two eyes were yellow now, and healing, and the signs of where I had beat the shit out of him were disappearing. I ignored him, and he me. But I passed him in the hall a couple of times, and when he would see me he would smile. But he never said anything to me, nor I to him. Of course, the probation package made it crystal clear that I could not contact him outside of the Corporal Administration Center, and I wasn’t about to risk doing so at school. I figured that he knew my limits, and he also knew I was no longer a threat to him. He definitely wasn’t afraid of me, and from the crowd he was hanging with he seemed to have gained a new popularity. In contrast, I had just become the guy with his cock in a cage, and in some ways the laughing stock of the school. Most of my former friends didn’t want to hang with me, and my days of being the starting quarterback and the top school jock were now just a memory.

I ran into Jenny on Thursday afternoon when I was heading for the library, and she had paused in the hall and as I walked past her she had spoken to me. She said Hi Mika, and I had said Hey Jenny! back, and the moment between us lingered. It was hard to think that just a few short weeks ago I had been fucking her in the back seat of my parents’ car and her fingernails had been clawing my back. We both stopped, standing there in the school hall, staring at each other. Her tits were up and firm, and she looked really hot to me. She smiled at me, and her eyes sparkled. I stared at her. I remembered the way her perky lips had sucked on my tongue, her kiss deep and satisfying. God. I wanted to kiss her again so fucking bad! As I was staring at her I was suddenly aware of my cock, and it was aching with pent up desire. It couldn’t swell within the restrictive tube, and the head of my dick was smashed against the end. It started to hurt. I think she knew she was getting to me. She licked her lips in a very suggestion way as I kept staring at her, and then in front of her friends she looked down at the bulge in my crotch where the metal PCD was, and then she asked: How’s that dick of yours like being all locked up?

My face went beat red, and to save face I had lied and said: I’m ok with it. It’s not that big of a deal. She laughed, along with her friends, and then she said: I’m sure it’s not. I’ll tell my brother that. I’m sure he will be pleased you like it so much, and it’s good for him to know that there is no reason he should let you out of it then.

I could have died. Before I could think of a reply, she and her friends were gone, giggling as they walked away, and I wanted to kick myself. Fuck! Just the thought that the only person in the world that could let me out of my cage was her brother was a terrible thought, and I just didn’t have any idea how I could survive the two years ahead of me. And the feeling of need in my balls just kept increasing a hundred fold every single day. By the time Saturday had arrived, getting off was all I could think about, and being in that cage was a very big deal. It was all but impossible to concentrate on anything but sex.

On Saturday, one week to the day after getting my ass thrashed, I was actually anxious to get to the Corporal Administration Center and see if I could get a reprieve from the cock cage. So I got up early, showered, and shaved my pubic hair until the skin above my metal tube was silky smooth. There was nothing I could do about the hairs starting to grow back over my scrotum, because while I could feel the skin and see the hairs, with the cage covering my bag there was no way to shave them off. I put on a shirt and tie, trying to look really sharp, and after I got dressed, my dad said he would go with me, but I told him no. This was something I had to do on my own, and since I could drive, I didn’t want him to take me. While he thought I was mainly going for my mandatory appointment, I was more interested in talking to Thomas Lincoln and see if I could beg him to let me out of the PCD. My balls ached, and the sad truth was he was my only hope to fix things.

When I arrived at the Corporal Administration Center they buzzed me through the door, and I told them I was there for both my mandatory appointment and also to talk with my Primary Victim. A Corporal Punishment Officer introduced himself as Mr. Henderson, and told me he was my assigned Probation Officer. He was in his thirties, with close cropped jet black hair, and he was a strong and intimidating looking man. He was friendly enough, but he was very professional sounding. He escorted me to one of several rooms within a long hall. The room he opened had a sign over the door that said WEEKLY CONFERENCE ROOM #3.

Inside of the room and facing a large television monitor was a table, and it had a padded top. It wasn’t a large table, but it caught my attention just because of how it was positioned. On top of the table was a small Styrofoam ice bucket with a lid. Next to the table and more towards the center of the room and also facing the large television monitor on the wall, was a very solid wooden chair, with two armrests and a big flat seat with a straight back that was a lot taller than normal. If I had been sitting in the straight chair the chair back would have been as high as the top of my head. The chair had buckles on the armrests and also near the floor in two places on the two front legs. It was some kind of bondage chair, and it was very clear that if they strapped someone into the chair he wasn’t going anywhere. I noticed that there was a small hole in the center of the seat, and I had no idea what it was but for sure I wasn’t about to ask.

On the back wall was a paddle, and I assumed it was what I had been hit with the previous weekend. During my punishment session I had never got a good look at it, but here it was hanging on the wall and my eyes lingered on it. It had sixteen holes down the face of it, and it was made out of oak. It was about a half inch thick, and just looking at it made me remember the burn I had felt. And sure enough, right next to the big paddle was a leather strap, and it was a couple of inches wide and it too had a string of holes down it. There was a third hook, but it was empty. My heart started to pound.

My probation officer followed me into the room. Then he said: OK guy, we might as well see if your Primary Victim wants to chat with you or not. Your PV appointment time is noon, which is coming up in about ten minutes, and your appointed conference time gives you a two hour window in which you may converse with each other. Once we see how that goes, we can take care of the required items for your first mandatory appointment. If Thomas Lincoln lets you out of your PCD then we can proceed with your inspection once you two are done talking. But no matter what, before you leave today, the doctor will take a good look at your junk, and make sure the PCD isn’t causing any health issues. You will definitely have the thing removed for at least a while before you head home, and while you are out of it, we will clean you up. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt. Well, except for the hair removal, but that’s over in a few seconds. Do you have any questions?

I did. I had a lot of them, but I just asked the one that was really on my mind: Well....I just want to talk with Thomas. I want him to let me out, to let me out of the, the...the cage. Man, I’ve got to get out of it! How do I get him to do that?

He said: Just ask him. Your probation period is for two years. But wearing a PCD full time is not a mandatory state requirement, and if your PV wants to he can remove that as a condition of your probation. He can let you out one week at a time, and some guys never where their devices after the first week. But, if he wants he can make you wear it for the full two years and never let you take it off. It’s all up to him. He can let you out for an hour, or a week. If he lets you out for one week, then the following week you must return to the CAD to see if he will agree to give you an extension. Since you can only talk to him weekly, that’s when things can happen. Your probation is all about your behavior. The PCD is designed to help you control your behavior, but how much you have to wear it, is totally up to your PV.

He was looking at me with sympathy, and I just swallowed and told him what was on my mind: I...ah...I.. well, I need to... I need to jack off! How do I get him to let me out? I’m so horny I can’t see straight! It’s been two weeks!

The man laughed. Then he said: I suggest you try and get used to it. Your feelings are normal, and being a little horny goes with the punishment. Wearing a PCD while on probation isn’t a lot of fun, but you will get through it no matter what. Luckily, most Primary Victims are sympathetic, or eventually get that way. But not all of them. You hurt this kid pretty good, and he’s not required to let you out. And in fact, he’s not required to even show up or talk with you today, or any day. But the monitor in the front of the room that you see, is tied directly to a similar piece of equipment installed in his home, so if he wants to, all he has to do is press the connect button, and you and he will be linked together by secure datalink. The picture can’t be intercepted, and it goes over a private channel, so nobody can see you guys or hear what you say to each other. He’s not allowed to have someone there watching, unless you authorize it, and you can’t have anyone in here with you other than me.

He continued: I have opened the channel on this end, so he can see you, and hear you if he signs on and wants to. If he wants you to see him, he can allow it, but that’s up to him as well. He can also turn on his microphone and talk with you, or he may just choose to type a text message. You will know he’s connected if you see the red light on the top of your monitor turn green. Right now he has a green light on at his end, so he should know you are trying to reach him. If he hits the connect button at his end, then you will know he can hear and see you when your light changes from red to green.

I stared at the red light. My balls were aching. God. Oh God..please let him connect! I needed the cage OFF, and Thomas could make it happen. I needed to jack my cock! Time seemed to stand still, and at the urging of the official in the room, I finally took a seat in the chair. He didn’t try and buckle me in, but I was aware that if he had I wouldn’t be able to do much of anything.

Fifteen minutes went by, and the light stayed red. My heart was pounding. Thomas wasn’t going to show up! He was going to leave me locked up! I was on the verge of desperation. But then, just as I started contemplating another week of frustration, the light turned green, and suddenly Thomas Lincoln appeared on the video screen, his face bigger than life. He was grinning. The picture was crystal. You could see every single strand of his hair, his bright blue eyes, and the yellowing bruises that were healing under them. Across his front lip was a light whisper of blond peach fuzz, the boy’s facial hair just barely starting to grow. I could see two pimples on his face, the image was so sharp. It was almost like he was in the room.

He grinned as he saw me, and then he said: Hey, sorry I was late. I was jacking off. You know....sometimes a guy has to do what a guy has to do. So, what do you want stud?

Fuck. He was grinning even more now, and I tried to stay calm. But he clearly was teasing me. For an answer I tried to sound very sincere. I said: Hello Thomas, it’s really good to see you! I’d sure like to get off too! And, I’m really sorry about what I did. I really am. I’ve certainly learned my lesson, and I hope that you will please forgive me!

He stopped grinning. Sure. I guess you want me to pretend it never happened. All even I guess? You’ve had your punishment, right? You fucked my sister, beat the shit out of me, and you’ve now had your ten little swats with a paddle. Oh yeah, you took ten more with a leather strap and a final set with a few birch twigs. I was there stupid! And even when they were spanking you I saw you staring right at my sister’s tits, and then right in front of her you dared to shoot your load. Well, fuck you! And now you really think we are all even I suppose? If that’s what you think you’re more stupid than I thought!

Fuck. He was clearly still pissed. I answered him slowly: I’m sorry Thomas. I wasn’t staring at your sister. I wasn’t, and the spanking wasn’t fun either. The birching was a lot worse. My ass still hurts, if that helps make you feel better. It’s all cut up. But I’m not making excuses. I was wrong to hit you. I’m sorry. But I’ve been punished for it, and I’ve learned my lesson.

He smiled slightly, and then he said: Well, as far as I’m concerned, you got a spanking, and I got put into a coma and could have died. I don’t think you have learned your lesson. But I think you are staring to. But ok, I’m all ears, and I’m willing to hear you out. So, what do you want? I’ve got better things to do with my Saturday than talk with you, so make it quick and tell me what you want.

I swallowed. Then I went for it: I’m just asking you to let me out. Please, take off the cage! Give me a week at least! I’ve been told that you can remove the PCD if you want, and I’ll still gonna be on probation. I’m not a threat to you. Please. Please unlock my junk! If you would do that I’d really apprec..

NOT A CHANCE! he interrupted me, almost yelling out the words, the anger obvious in his eyes. Don’t ask me again to let you free. I mean it! I might let you buy your way out of it, maybe, long enough perhaps to shoot a wad on occasion. Yeah, I might do that. But I’m NEVER gonna let you out of it for a week, not as long as I don’t have to! You deserve to be locked up, and as long as that dick of yours is safely in it’s metal tube and the padlock is in place I know for sure you won’t be fucking my sister. So nope, no way do you get out of it when you aren’t at the center. That’s not going to happen. But I’m not a total ass. If you want out of it for a little quicky, to get a little relief now and then, then I’ll consider it. I’m not against letting a hot jock like you empty his balls. And for today, I’ll make you a generous offer. A first week special! Yeah, today I’ll give you a special deal and if you want a minute of freedom then I’ll let you buy it for one swat with the paddle. One for one. Your ass deserves more of the paddle, so how many minutes do you want to buy? Do you think you can cum in a minute? Or do you want another thirty swats for a full half hour of jacking time?

What the fuck? He was serious!

My eyes went wide open! I raised my voice, and said: NOW YOU LISTEN. DON’T JERK ME AROUND THOMAS! I’M HORNY AS SHIT! BUT I’M NOT ABOUT TO LET ANYONE HIT ME WITH A PADDLE AGAIN, NOT EVER! MY ASS IS STILL HAMBURGER! YOU HEAR ME? I’LL NEVER LET ANYONE PADDLE OR STRAP OR BIRCH ME AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE!

On the screen his face just disappeared, and the screen went black. The light changed from green to red. HE HAD HUNG UP ON ME!

NO!

I started to beg the probation officer to get him back on line, but he said: He’s gone. Once the light is red, he’s cut the connection and that’s it. Tough break kid. Guess that didn’t work out so well for you. Well, you can try again next week. For now, lets get you cleaned up and your initial first week examination done, and then you can go. But I’ll need you to remove your pants, and then sit in the chair. We have to secure you to the chair before we can remove the PCD.

I was shaking. I was so fucking horny, and now I was angry too. Yeah, I was major pissed, pissed at myself and also pissed for getting mad with Thomas. Oh God...he owned me. And it was now crystal clear that he had no intention of letting me out of the device while I was on probation. No, I had beat up on the wrong guy, and he wasn’t going to make it easy on me. I wanted to cry, and my eyes teared up. He was only a freshman too!

The probation officer had me stand up then, and remove my shoes, and my jeans and then my underwear. I didn’t fight him. He let me keep my shirt on. I wasn’t really embarrassed. Hell, I wanted out of that thing, and if he was going to remove the device, then at least there was still some hope that I’d be able to get myself off.

But that wasn’t the case. He strapped my arms to the chair’s armrests, and then buckled my two ankles to the chair’s front legs. Another leather strap went below each knee. The way the chair was made my legs were spread wide when he attached my knees into the side buckles. He next took a final leather strap and slipped it around my neck, and guided it through two of the vertical posts that were part of the chair’s back, and then he buckled it behind the chair so that my neck was held tight against the backrest. With my wrists and ankles and knees and neck firmly buckled in place, I couldn’t move. At that point, he pulled a key out of his pocket, and reached down between my legs and undid the padlock that was keeping my junk locked up. He pulled the tube off of my cock, and the ball cage came with it, and for the first time in a week I felt the air hit my pole. I got hard immediately! In seconds I was jutting straight up, and my cock seemed to instantly fill with blood. Yeah, in less than twenty seconds I was as hard as a piece of steel. My cock was sticking straight up, pointing at my chin, and the head of my dick was slick with precum. A single drop of sperm anointed the tip, and I was harder than I could ever remember being in my entire life.

He said: You’re pretty aroused boy. Yeah, I’d say you’ve got a very randy dick. But it looks clean, with no abrasions, and you’ve done a good job keeping your pubic hair shaved. All we have to do is get the hair off your nuts, and then you can head home.

He pulled some of the wax sheets that they had used on me a week earlier out of a box sitting on a shelf in the room next to the chair, and he pasted one of them along the bottom of my scrotum. Then he said: OK. Get ready....I’ll make it quick. You know what this is like, so just grit your teeth and take it like a man. One. Two.

And then he said THREE and as he did he jerked the sheet hard, and ripped it away from my nut sack. The small short hairs that had been growing back for the last two weeks came out by the roots and stuck to the wax sheet, and I jerked against the restraints and yelled out FUCK!!! as he did it. He ended up repeating that process about a half dozen times, and then after that my nuts were again as smooth as a Q-ball. My dick bounced up and down the entire time he was working on my nuts, but that didn’t get me off.

After he was done, he pressed a buzzer, and thirty seconds later the same young doctor that had looked at me on my punishment day entered the room. I noticed he was staring to grow a mustache since I had seen him last, and the blond hairs there were shining in the light. He picked up my cock and carefully examined it, hefting my smooth balls and running his thumb over the tip of my hard dick. His thumb made a few circles over the head, sliding within the precum that was oozing from my pole. It felt so good I could hardly believe it, but strange too. I wasn’t used to the idea of any guy playing with my cock. Even so, my nuts started to churn. It felt creepy the way he was touching me, and I could just tell he was enjoying it. Nevertheless, my cock was rock hard in his hand, and throbbing, and he slid his hand up and down my shaft and grinned wide.

Then he let go of my cock, and said: You’re doing fine. Nice and healthy. You definitely have a randy dick boy. You ought to be proud of that pole. But no problems with your PCD.

Then, looking to my probation officer, he said: Go ahead and put him back in it, and he’s good to go for a month.

I begged him: WAIT! PLEASE WAIT! Can...can I at least jerk off? Please doc! PLEASE! I’m so fucking horny! And I’ll never fit in the metal tube like this! PLEASE LET ME CUM!

The doctor smiled. And then he said: Well, if they would let me jerk you off I would, but any sexual release is up to your PV, not me. If you want to cum, ask the guy you assaulted. He might let you, and he’s the only person who has the authority to allow it.

But as he said that he reached down again and wrapped his fist around my cock, and then he pumped it up and down, up and down, and it felt so fucking good I almost came! But he let it go before that happened, and then he gently hefted my scrotum, giving it a gentle squeeze. My nuts were in his hand, and I stared into his blue eyes and felt a connection I didn’t understand. It didn’t last though. He dropped my scrotum, and after he let go of my smooth bag, he walked out of the room grinning from ear to ear.

No!

The official that was in the room with me smiled, and then he picked up the white bucket that was sitting on top of the table, and placed it between my legs. He opened it, and it was packed with shaved ice, and as I watched, he dug up two handfuls of it and packed it around my balls and cock, covering them and the chair seat between my legs.

YEOW!! I yelled.

FUCK IT WAS COLD!

After he packed my entire package in the crushed ice, he walked out of the room carrying my PCD and leaving me strapped in that chair and helpless to do anything. He came back about fifteen to twenty minutes later, and by then my cock had shriveled back into a knob, and my nuts were totally numb.

He smiled, and said: Looks like you are ready to get locked back up. Your PCD has been cleaned and sterilized, that’s why I was gone so long. The sterilization process is done with steam, and it can’t be hurried. But it’s all shiny and just like new now, and it’s eager for your cock.

It only took him a few minutes to pour the oil over my frigid cock and work it into my cold balls, and then before I knew it I was locked back in the tube and the cage was covering my balls just as it had been before. They allowed me to get dressed then, and head home. It was just two O’clock, and the entire time I had been there was just over two hours.

That night I was lying on my bed, staring at my locked up dick, and I heard my parents having an argument downstairs. It was all about me.

My dad was saying: This is pretty tough on Mika. A boy needs to be able to get off on occasion, and I’m not sure how he’s going to adjust to this.

My mother’s voice was raised, and she wasn’t sympathetic. Well, I’m glad they locked up his penis! I am! If he had been locked up before, none of this would have happened. Your son was having pre-marital sex—right under our noses and don’t you forget it! He was having sexual intercourse with that boy’s sister I tell you, and all I can say is THANK GOD he didn’t get her pregnant. He deserved the spanking he got! He did! Yeah, that’s all I’m going to say! At least now he will have to learn to keep his hands to himself weather he likes it or not.

My dad’s voice: Well, true. But a boy can’t just turn off sex. I’m telling you honey, he’s just a normal teenage boy. He’s 18, and at that age, he’s got some serious hormones raging. He’s not a bad kid.

My mom: Oh no? He sure hasn’t been good lately! He seems very oversexed to me! He ejaculated during his spanking! Right in front of everyone! You saw it! Hell, I feinted! What kind of boy would do that in front of his mother? He was screwing that thing while they were spanking him! You saw him! Everybody saw him doing it! I’m so ashamed! Where did we go wrong? Where? He didn’t get his perverted sexual urges from my side of the family. I’ll tell you that much. No, he didn’t get them from me!

My father was angry, and that was obvious. His voice went up a level and the conversation got more heated: Now calm down! He’s learning from this, I’m telling you. Mika is a good kid. This is a tough lesson for an eighteen year old, and we have to be strong for him and help him get through it. That boy he beat up holds the key to our son’s penis, and THAT’s the only thing that is perverted here! Our boy is going to need to get off I’m telling you!

My mom shot back: Get off! That’s disgusting! No he is not. Boy’s shouldn’t play with themselves! I went to mass last Sunday, and after church I talked with Father Harold, and he said this is good for Mika. Our son can have wet dreams if he wants. I’m ok with that. But that’s all he should be having. I’m glad his penis is locked up I say, and I prayed to God that He keeps him locked up until he’s ready to get married. Two years might not be long enough!

My father answered, his tone sharp. Now STOP IT! I’VE HAD ENOUGH! Mika is a normal boy, and what they have done to him is unprecedented I’m telling you. And I’m not going to allow you to add to his...

Just then I heard a door slam, and mom had obviously walked right out on dad while he was talking. Yeah, she had walked right out the front door, and then I heard the door open again and then close with a loud bang. Obviously, my father went out after her, and suddenly the house was strangely quiet. I wanted to cry, and I wanted to jack off. Right then I wanted to jack off more than anything in the entire world.

The next week of school seemed to crawl by, and it was hard to concentrate on my classes. Of course, keeping my grades up was part of the requirements to avoid getting another spanking, but it was much harder to study for tests and quizzes when my mind was on how horny I was. I saw Thomas several times at school, but he wouldn’t look at me and of course I was forbidden to say anything to him. I had no idea if he would even give me another chance on Saturday, but all I could do was hope and prey that he would. I had never gone three weeks since I could remember without jerking off, and my balls had never been fuller. The guys at school could tell I was horny and even hearing them talk about pussy and fucking was just hard to handle. By the time the week was over, I decided I’d do ANYTHING to get Thomas to allow me to empty my balls, even if it meant bending over for more swats.

On Saturday morning I had an argument with my mom. She didn’t see why I wanted to go back to the Corporal Administration Center, since I only had to go once a month. I tried to explain I needed to find out a few things, but I wasn’t about to tell her I was going to try and get off. She would never have understood that, and my fear was that if she figured it out, she wouldn’t have let me use the car. But it was awkward, and I could tell she didn’t’ trust me as I left for the center.

Once again, I was buzzed through the entrance, and my probation officer Mr. Henderson was there to meet me. He escorted me down to the first conference room in the hall this time. It had a sign over the door that said WEEKLY CONFERENCE ROOM #1. It was exactly like the other one, with a padded table in the room in front of the television monitor and a duplicate bondage chair in the center, and the large video monitor on the far wall, in front of the table and chair. A paddle and a strap were along the back wall, and there was a large box in the corner marked VENUS. As I waited in the room for noon, Mr Henderson said: You know kid, you might just try doing what he wants you to do. He’s angry, and he’s afraid of you deep inside. As long as he’s got you locked up, he has power over you. I’d be very careful not to get him angry, not if you want to get him to let you out of the cage you’re wearing. That’s just my advice, you can do what you want.

Just as he said that, the light over the TV went GREEN, and Thomas Lincoln’s face filled the screen. This time he was two minutes early.

I apologized right away: Hey...thanks for showing up! I mean it. I’m sorry about last week...very sorry. You were right...I’ve been an ass. And I deserved the spanking, and I deserve your anger.

He was all business. I wasn’t going to sign in. I wasn’t. But OK...let’s get right to the point. I guess you want to get your rocks off. You’ve had your cock locked up for three weeks now, so that’s why you’re here, isn’t that right?

I nodded. I also said: Yes Thomas. I’m begging you to let me get off. You’re right–I haven’t been able get off for three weeks, and it’s driving me crazy. Please man...PLEASE!

He said: Today it’s the strap. I’ll let them milk you for one minute for every two swats you take on your ass with the strap. Today it’s one for two. And if you shit on me again, next week it will be three. Take it or leave it. You can cum if you buy enough time, but how many minutes your ass wants to buy is up to you. I don’t care, but you only get one chance today. So, how many swats do you want Mika?

Milk me? Strapped! I started to get angry again, but I was way too horny. Instead, I said OK. OK!

My mind was racing. How many minutes did I need? Fuck, I was so horny I could probably jack myself off in less than thirty seconds. Probably. But I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. Of course, I also wasn’t sure how many hits my ass could take. I quickly decided on six. Six swats. That would give me three minutes of freedom, and I was pretty sure I could shoot my wad in a lot less time than that.

Once that was agreed on and I accepted his offer, Thomas said to my probation officer: Ok...give him six swats with the strap, bare-assed. Shirt off too—I want him naked when he’s getting spanked–nothing on but his cock cage. And make him face the screen so I can see his face when you hit him. After he’s thanked me for every one, strap him into the restraint chair and use the milker on him. The VENUS. It’s on page five of the Primary Victim instruction manual.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but clearly Mr Henderson did. My probation officer was all business, and he asked What setting on the milker?

Thomas said Oh, I don’t’ know. I guess set it at ten. Yeah...let him try ten. I want it nice and slow, so he can savor it.

Then, the probation officer: Ten is pretty slow. That might frustrate him.

Thomas laughed. Then he said: Well, if it does, he’ll learn next time to buy more time. Ten is what I want.

My probation officer then said: OK..then ten is what I’ll use.

He turned to me then and that’s when he said: Ok, you heard him. If you want out of your cage, get naked, and then put your hands on the table and bend your ass over, so it is perched up and you are facing the screen. You’re gonna get six swats on your bare ass with the strap, and you need to thank your PV after every single one, or it won’t count. It’s up to you to take the spanking, so you won’t be tied down for it. But if you decide to stop, then your cock stay’s in it’s cage. So let me know when you are ready.

God. I was so fucked, but I was so horny I decided I didn’t care. My ass would heal, and I needed to get off. I stripped while Thomas watched me, and then bent over the padded table and got ready. Mr. Henderson took the strap off the hook, and I felt him put it up against my bottom.

Thomas said: LOOK AT ME. LOOK RIGHT AT ME WHEN YOU’RE BEING STRAPPED! AND MAKE SURE YOU THANK ME EACH TIME THE LEATHER STRAP KISSES YOUR BOTTOM!

I nodded. OK I said. I will.

There was this swish....and then this tremendous CRACKKKKKKKKKKK, like a rifle shot, and for the second time in my life I felt a piece of leather light my ass on fire. Fuck it hurt! My ass had just healed up from the judicial spanking, and now it was once again undergoing another strapping! Somehow I found the words to thank Thomas, and as soon as I did there was another swish....and then another BURN that seemed to consume my entire bottom. My probation officer wasn’t showing any mercy! FUCK!

Somehow I thanked Thomas after every single hit with the strap, and each time I did I was rewarded with another stroke of the leather. Again and again, one after the other, until I had taken six and it was done. Fuck it hurt. Thomas was grinning from ear to ear. In contrast, I had tears in my eyes, and the snot was coming down my nose. But I held it together, didn’t move, and I didn’t cry. But as for my cock, the strapping had taken off the urge, and for the moment I had forgotten about how horny I was. In fact, right then, at that moment, the only thing in my life was that strap and my ass. But finally, it was over, and I was ready for the relief I so desperately needed.

SIT IN THE CHAIR! Thomas commanded.

And I did. I sat down, but that really intensified the sting even more. My ass was on fire! And, while Thomas Lincoln watched, I was strapped into the chair, so that soon I was immobile and unable to do anything. Once I was strapped in tight, the probation officer put a nylon ribbon around my neck, and on it there was this little clip. I started to ask what it was, but I was instantly distracted when he pulled out THE KEY, and then as I watched the probation officer removed the metal tube that encased my cock and my balls were freed from their cage. For the second time since my punishment, I was free, and once again I went rock hard in seconds. My cock was throbbing to my heartbeat, and the end started oozing precum.

Thomas said: Nice boner! Fuck you are big! So, that’s what you used to fuck Jenny? Damn!

I had no idea what to say.

Then he went on: Well stud, you get three minutes in the milker. Three. You should have bought more minutes with the strap, but it is what it is. Better make em count.

His face disappeared then, and I heard a click as he turned off his mic. But the GREEN light was still on, so I knew he could see me, even though I could not see him and could not hear him any more. I wondered what he was doing. Was he going to jack off as he watched the machine milk me?

My probation officer opened the black box marked VENUS, and pulled a clear plastic tube, and inside of it was this yellow colored rubber sleeve, with a long black hose attaching it to the machine. As he was putting lube inside the sleeve and also on my cock, he said: OK. Let me explain what’s going to happen. This is a VENUS 2000 semen extraction machine. Some just call it The Milker. This clear part is called the receiver, and I’m going to turn on the machine and then slide it over your cock in a second. The VENUS is a vacuum sucking machine, so it will enlarge your erection as it slides up and down your shaft and it’s kind of like jacking off but I’ve been told it feels a lot better. Some men say it feels even better than pussy. I’ll let you be the judge on that. The machine is capable of stroking your penis anywhere from eight strokes per minute, all the way up as fast as 300 strokes per minute. On the fast setting, it can give a man an orgasm that is almost instantaneous. Today your PV has had me set it at 10, so it will stroke your cock exactly 10 strokes every minute. Once I slide it over your penis, you will be masturbated by the machine for three minutes, exactly, so if you want to ejaculate, you will have to do so in that time.

I tried to figure it out. Ten. Fuck. I was going to get ten strokes per minute, for the three minutes my ass had bought me. God. Why couldn’t I just jerk off? Ten strokes a minute equated to just five strokes every thirty seconds. It was going to stoke me so damn slow! Five seconds to make a single jerk of my cock!

My eyes went wide as I did the math. No! Just as I started to say something though, the probation officer turned on the machine, and when he did it started making a very loud mechanical sucking sound.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkk.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkkk.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkkkkk.

Then, as I watched, he slid the receiver over my cock, and it was sucked down, all the way down to the base of my dick. He clipped it to the little nylon necklace he had put around my neck, so it was held upward, keeping it on my cock. The end of my pole flared wide, and it felt absolutely incredible.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkk. OH SO FUCKING SLOWLY it went up my shaft....and then very slowly back down again. OH GOD. OHHHH GOD! It bottomed out against my balls, and I tossed my head back and gasp. Oh I wanted to fuck it...I wanted to thrust up into it, not be teased by it!

FASTER! PLEASE! PLEASE, MAKE IT GO FASTER! I begged.

My probation officer said: I have to follow the protocol specified by your Primary Victim. If he lets me speed it up, I can. Otherwise, I can’t. I’m sorry Mika.

The green light over the monitor told me Thomas was watching, and listening, but nothing came out of his speaker and he didn’t say anything.

The machine kept that receiver moving, up and down. Up and down, but oh-so-fucking slowly.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkkkkk, then a long pause.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

Oh God....It felt so good. My nuts were aching, and then they started to churn. Up and down, very very slowly, up and down. I tried to thrust up, into it, to increase the feeling but that didn’t do anything. The receiver wasn’t attached to the chair, and so it just went up and down at the same speed I was thrusting with my hips, so in spite of my struggles or anything I was doing the pace of the stroking didn’t change. Up and down.

God I wanted to shoot my wad! My nuts were really churning now, and the feeling was building and I started to feel it was going to happen.

One minute left said my probation officer.

The time seemed to be zooming by. God. I was close. I was closer than close. Yeah...oh FINALLY. I felt the churn grown stronger, the feeling starting deep inside.

Ka-chunkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

I was going to cum!

Ka-chunkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

TIME’S UP STUD! I heard him say, and then with a SLURP sound he pulled the plastic receiver up and off of my cock.

As he did a single spurt of sperm shot out the end of my dick, and I felt the very beginning of an ejaculation but the feeling didn’t build. My cock was twitching though, bouncing up and down, and for a brief second I thought I was going over the edge, and my cock twitched, and a little bit more sperm flowed. But there wasn’t that big burst of pleasure, and I didn’t start spurting any more sperm. There was no rhythmic squirting, and the intense feeling that defines an orgasm never quite happened. And as I stared at the end of my cock, the sperm seemed to stop flowing, and then very slowly the feeling subsided, my dick twitching in the air and the end big and purple and flared. There was a line of thick cream that had flowed up and out of my cock, and it had run down my shaft and was visible on my scrotum. But the sperm wasn’t very much, and for sure there had been no ejaculation by any sense of the term. But some sperm had certainly worked it’s way out of my balls. I was so fucking close! But no matter how much I shook against the bonds and tried to make it continue, I was totally frustrated! FUCK! OH FUCK! I had been robbed of my orgasm! If anything, I was even more horny that I had been! I started screaming. I was mad, and I started begging Thomas for more...begging the officer that was watching to please give me more. I needed to CUM. God...I HAD TO CUM! I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO CUM AND I SAID SO! But wanting it to happen didn’t mean I could make it happen.

The GREEN light went red, and I slammed my head back in frustration. I had the worst case of the blue balls I had ever had. FUCK MY BALLS ACHED! THEY ACHED! I was going crazy with the need to shoot! But he was gone and I was staring at a blank screen. And I knew he was laughing. I shook the entire chair in frustration, and started to cry. My dick bobbed up and down, and stayed on the edge of shooting for several minutes. If I could have reached it with my hand I’d have come in an instant. If only I had bought one more minute! One more swat with the strap! Hell, one more second would have been enough. One more and I would have cum!

Once again, I got my junk packed in shaved ice, and after about fifteen minutes I finally lost my erection, and when that happened I got my dick shoved back into the tube that was its prison. When I got to the car I just sat and bawled for a long time, and I had no idea how I was ever going to go another week. To add to my misery, when I got home my mom could tell right away something was wrong, and since I couldn’t really sit down she made me show her my ass. As soon as she saw it all bruised again, she called the Corporal Administration Center to complain, even though I begged her not to. And of course they explained to her that I had asked for the punishment that I had been given, and that made her even madder. I tried to explain why, and I told her the truth, but she just started crying that she deserved better than a perverted son. My father tried to calm her down, but she couldn’t understand why her son was so sexed up and desperate to get his dick stroked that he would actually ask for a spanking so it could happen. Yeah, as far as she was concerned, I had a very serious sexual problem. And of course, in a way she was right. I was so horny by that point, getting off was all I could think about.