Consequences of Misbehavior P7 - Freedom Comes At Last

by Nathan

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is written in seven chapters, and is total fiction. This is the final chapter to the series. Each chapter was posted separately, and every single one of them depicts a corporal punishment scene. Still, 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 VII – FREEDOM COMES AT LAST

For the next two months of my probation the weekly thrashing and follow-up doctor visits became my routine. I actually got used to the strap, as hard as that is to be believed, and I found that three hits, while they burned, were something I could handle. I had my 19th birthday at the center, and lived through that birthday spanking as if it was no big deal. The young physician assistant always took care of me afterwards, getting me out of the cock cage, and then getting me off. I loved seeing him, and in a way he became my very best friend. In fact, I reached a point where I would feel my dick trying to get hard inside the metal tube that was its prison even while they were spanking me, because my mind was already on the doc and the fun I’d be having as soon as they were finished dealing with my bottom. Stan sucked me and rode me, and the hell of probation was at least bearable. He liked me, at least he said he did, and clearly he got me off and I needed him.

About a month after my weekly visits started with the doctor he declared that my infection was healed, which meant that the weekly thrashings with the strap stopped. But he told the CPI staff that he still needed to see me weekly, saying that it was necessary to make certain that the infection did not return. After that, life became almost perfect! Every Saturday I went to see him, and the only thing that would happen was he would get me off and then send me home. While it wasn’t quite as good as being able to masturbate whenever I wanted, the weekly sexual release was good enough, and I knew for sure I’d make it through probation without going crazy.

But I wanted out of the PCD, and I wanted out of it bad. And the only two ways to make that happen were for Thomas Lincoln to direct its removal, or to wait for my two-year probation period to end. Sometimes with nothing to lose I would go to the center during my Saturday communication window, and wait and hope that Thomas would sign on and have mercy on me. Most of the time he never showed up, and I heard he was busy with his girlfriend and they were going steady now. But he did sign on exactly three times, just to hear me beg and to look me in the eyes and to gauge my frustration level. But he never let me out of it, and he never let me cum. Instead, he would ask me how heavy my balls were, or if they were aching, and he would want to know if my cock was dripping with pent up desire. Of course, I didn’t tell him about the doctor. Thomas never once told my probation officer to remove the lock, and he never again offered me any chance to buy my relief by taking swats on my ass. Instead he would just grin and laugh, and tell me about how often he was masturbating or how his girlfriend was sucking him off. Needless to say, without the doc’s mercy my probation would have been hell on earth.

At school Jenny let me know that she was working on her brother, and she thought she could get him to ease up on me. She confessed though that they didn’t get along all that well. She was older than him for one thing, and yet he liked to boss her around and he was always doing something to make her life miserable. She wanted me to fuck her, and of course the only way that could happen was if her brother would let me out of the cage, and the fact that he wouldn’t pissed her off. Still, I hoped she could eventually talk him into it, because he was my only real chance and I had a long probation still hanging out there in front of me. But I knew her brother hated me, and so I had my doubts, and I sure didn’t get my hopes up. Only Thomas had the power to let me free of the cock cage, and he clearly relished it. It was totally beyond my control. All I could really do was wait for Jenny to work a miracle, and in the meantime at least the doc was keeping my dick somewhat satisfied, and that weekly visit was enough to get me by.

My grades shot up in school, and I stayed out of trouble at home. My balls didn’t control my mind any more, and so I could concentrate on other things. The only thing that concerned me was my mother, because at some point she started to get suspicious. Very suspicious. And since my appointments with the center were mandatory, she had to unlock her side of the yellow padlock every week, and she didn’t like doing that. I could tell she was watching me, and anytime I left the house she wanted to know where I was going and when I would return.

Slowly, the weeks passed one after the other, and the young doc was my best friend in all the world. Thomas wouldn’t relent, and true to his word, he didn’t come back on line or open up the two-way communication window very often. But even though he wouldn’t let me out of my cock cage, with the doc’s help my time on probation passed one week at a time, one month after the next. The end of my senior year was coming up fast, and then I’d be off to college in the fall. I wasn’t sure how I’d get through another 16 months of probation, but somehow with the doc’s help Id have to. I thought I had it made, but I was wrong.

One Tuesday in early May I found this typed note in my school locker, and as soon as I saw it my heart started to pound: Mika....be at the overlook after school by 4pm, and walk along the bluff trail to the stream bridge crossing. Wait for me there. It’s important! – Jenny

I had no idea what she wanted, but for sure I went. I drove up there as fast as I could! Of course, I was still in the Probation Control Device, so fucking her wasn’t going to be possible, but if she wanted me to go down on her again I’d do it. Hell, as far as I was concerned her brother wasn’t a threat any more, because he wasn’t even talking to me. And if Jenny wanted me at the overlook, then I was going to be there!

I parked along the bluff, and walked the trail that led through the woods to where the small bridge crossed a mountain stream. As soon as I got there Thomas and three of his friends stepped out of the woods, and clearly he had been waiting for me. Two of them I didn’t know, but the third guy was on the football team. His name was Isaac Benton, and he was a big brute of a kid, and one of our school’s defensive lineman. I hated him. He was a fat jerk as far as I was concerned, and in earlier times we had crossed paths a few times. He was a senior too, like me, and I was surprised to see him hanging with Thomas.

I looked at Thomas, and that’s when I noticed that he was holding a switch, something that he had cut from one of the trees next to the stream. That confused the hell out of me. For one thing, we were both forbidden to see each other in person, and this arranged meeting was clearly a probation violation. And the switch he was holding was very ominous. It was clear the note had been from him, and Jenny wasn’t coming and I had been tricked.

I started to leave, but they blocked the path. I looked at Thomas, and said: Hey...we aren’t supposed to be meeting! You tricked me! I’m leaving. Get out of my way!

But for an answer he said: No, you aren’t going anywhere. Besides, you arranged this. That’s my story....you lured me up here. And Robert , Mark, and Isaac here will testify to that if they need to. Who do you think they will believe? You, on probation? Or me, the Primary Victim, with three witnesses? I’m sure they would be happy to burn your bottom if I report it. Well, you came hunting for Jenny. But you got me instead. I suggest you do what I tell you.

My heart was going a hundred miles per hour. I had not anticipated this, not in a million years. I tried to stay calm. There were four of them, and one of me, and if they wanted a fight I didn’t know what I’d do. I sure didn’t dare strike at them! Fuck, there was no way I could get in another fight, no matter what. I slowly said: Ah....what do you want Thomas? I mean, why the trick and the meeting?

He grinned. Then he said: Well, it’s simple stud. It turns out Jenny wants you to fuck her. She has all but begged me to let you out of that metal contraption between your legs, and to just end the chastity part of your probation. She wants me to give you complete freedom. Now, I’m not wanting to do that, but sis sort of is begging me, and I figure I might, I mean I MIGHT consider it, as long as you do what I say. But what I want you to do isn’t something they would approve at the center, and Jenny wouldn’t like it either. So I figured a private meeting between you and me and a couple of my friends as witnesses is the only way to come to a secret agreement.

I started to leave, but the prospect of getting out of the PCD for good had my full attention. As the Primary Victim he had the power to remove it, and while he could only in theory let me out of it one week at a time, he could renew my freedom each week and effectively free my cock and balls forever. This was a major change on his promise to keep me locked up, and my heart was pounding.

I looked at him, and his friends, and said: Okay. I’m listening! What do you want me to do?

Well, number one, I want you to keep my sister happy. Don’t get her pregnant, but do whatever she wants. I’ve learned a few things from Mary Craner, and if Jenny likes fucking half as much as my girlfriend, then maybe I’ve been a little too harsh on her boyfriend. Maybe. But if I let you fuck her, use a rubber, no matter what she says. As long as you are dating her, and she likes you, then I’ll let your cock breath fresh air and I’ll let your balls out of their cage. Of course, I want something too, and I want it each week you don’t want to be locked up.

What do you want Thomas? I asked, my heart pounding harder now. I knew I’d do just about anything to get my junk out of the PCD. Of course, he knew it too.

He grinned again, even wider than before, and then he said: Simple. I saw the way you rode that big plastic cock, the one they call the Frustrator. It sure made you rock hard, and you shot a big wad with that thing stuffed up your ass. You clearly aren’t quite the straight boy Jenny thinks you are.

My face blushed red. I thought about the doc, and the way he sucked me dry, and I though of his tight ass and how he had rode my rock hard pole and how good it made me feel. Fuck. In a way he was right, and the feelings confused me.

Then, he went on: Well, if you want your cock to stay out of its cage, then you meet me here each week, right after school. Yeah, every Tuesday. And then you do what I want you to do. Today I want you to suck me off, and my friends too of course. But next week I might make you bend your ass over and take another kind of pole up your chute. I’d love to see your ass dripping sperm like a well-fucked cunt. And of course, I’ve cut this switch here, because I want to give your bottom a little personal attention as payback for what you did to me. You beat the shit out of me, but I haven’t ever touched you myself. Starting today, each week I get a piece of your ass, but I won’t go crazy. I just want to make a point. So, you in, or out?

I almost pushed by him and ran to the car, and should have of course. But my cock wanted out of that cage so damn bad, and Jenny wanted me to fuck her and it really seemed like he was willing to let it happen. But, Thomas Lincoln was only fourteen, fifteen at the most, and I knew at 19 that having sex with him was out of the question. If anyone ever found out, they would lock me up for good, and I’d be looking at the world from a jail cell. And so I slowly shook my head no, and I said: I can’t Thomas. I can’t. I’m 19. I’d go to jail if I sucked you off or let you fuck me.

His smile turned to a frown. I could see his mind working. I don’t think he had considered that. Then he looked at the big kid next to him, Isaac, and he said: Well, Isaac’s 18. I’ll watch you suck him dry, and once you’ve swallowed his load and I’ve painted a few stripes across your bare ass, then I’ll keep my end of the bargain anyway. If you show up on Saturday at our regular scheduled appointment time at the center, I’ll let your probation officer free your cock and you can have Jenny. But in the future, someday I’m going to mount your ass.

What he wanted me to do right now wasn’t illegal, and if it got me out of the Probation Control Device and bought me a chance to fuck my girlfriend then I figured that I could get through it. So, for the first time in my life, I got down on my knees and willingly unbuttoned the front of another guy’s jeans and sucked him off. When I parted my lips and started licking his thick cock I almost vomited. He was a fat kid, and he was the very last guy on earth I would ever have wanted to do anything sexual with. He smelled like sweat, and his big bush of pubic hair was revolting. But I didn’t see it as much of a choice, so I parted my lips and swallowed his fat rod, and as soon as the big football player felt my lips sliding along the length of his pole, he moaned. The other boys watching laughed then, and I know my face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Even so, I felt his sex organ swell even bigger, and then it grew rock hard. The guy had a huge cock, and as it grew as stiff as a steel rod he took my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth, moving his cock in and out as I gagged and my eyes bugged out. Luckily, he didn’t last all that long, and then he tossed his head back, and gasped, and when he did he said OH! Oh FUCK! I’m coming!

As he said that he shoved his cock deep into my throat and held my head firmly against his groin, so that his big set of balls were against my chin and his fat cock was buried to his pubic hair down my gullet. As he held my head tight against him, he grunted and he also ejaculated. Thomas laughed as Isaac shot his load, and I struggled and gagged but somehow swallowed the big eighteen year old’s entire load of sperm. He seemed to shoot forever, but finally he was done, and when he finally let go of my head I fell back, my eyes as big as saucers. I was gasping for air, and I felt totally violated. I could taste his load of jism, and I almost puked. Time seemed to stand still for several minutes. I was aware of things like never before. I heard the stream bubbling over the rocks, and the birds were singing. A fly buzzed by my head. Nobody said anything for what seemed like a long time.

Finally, after I tried to spit out any remaining jism still in my mouth, I looked at Thomas and his other two friends and they were jerking their meat, staring at me as they pumped their cocks. Apparently they had been jacking themselves off as I had been sucking Isaac, and as I looked at them, the three boys ejaculated almost simultaneously, and shot their messes in the grass while I stared.

As soon as they were done they zipped up their pants, and then Thomas had me pull down my jeans and bend my ass over a tree stump. He grabbed my PCD and pulled down, hard, until the pull of the cage on my balls made me grunt. He laughed loudly then, and right after that without any further hesitation he whipped my bottom with that switch he had cut while his friends watched and giggled. He just whipped my entire bottom, fast and furiously, and without any letup or mercy. I just gritted my teeth and took it, and he worked that switch like a paintbrush until my entire bottom was the color he wanted.

Of course, my probation officer would never have allowed anything like this to have happened at the center, not in a million years, but I for sure wasn’t going to tell anyone, and I figured neither was Thomas. And, compared to the paddle or the strap or the birch rods I had suffered at other times, the little switch in Thomas’s hand wasn’t all that serious, but nevertheless it painted my bottom a fiery red and left no mistake that I had been dealt with by someone. When he finally finished he made me thank him, and then it was done. My bottom was covered in red lines, but most of them were superficial and I figured the burn wouldn’t last that long. Now, if he kept to his word, I only had to wait until Saturday, and he’d free my cock from it’s metal home.

Needless to say, I could hardly wait for the weekend, and for my communication window with Thomas. And when it came, I’ll never forget that Saturday as long as I live. It was the second Saturday in May, exactly sixteen months before the end of my probation. Jenny had confirmed on Friday that her brother would keep his side of the bargain, and so I was so horny and so eager that I could hardly wait. We even set a date for later that night. It was just a movie, but afterwards we were heading to the overlook, and I knew without any question I’d be inside her panties before the night was done. I hadn’t buried my cock in a girl’s pussy since before I got in trouble, and I was very excited! But when I showed up at the center, things did not go as I had hoped.

My probation officer met me at the door, and he was clearly not happy, and he didn’t escort me to the communication room as I had anticipated. He didn’t let me see the doctor either. Instead, he escorted down the long hall to the punishment room, and I had no idea what was going on. I asked of course, but for an answer I was told to keep walking. My probation officer was all business, and he half pushed half marched me down that long hall.

When I arrived at the room with the sign that said PROBATION VIOLATION PUNISHMENT ROOM my heart was pounding. I was scared of course, because I hadn’t been strapped officially in a long time, and so being escorted to that room had me scared shitless. And I couldn’t think of anything that I had done to get in trouble, so this made no sense to me. I was pretty sure Thomas hadn’t talked, because he would have been in as much trouble as me. But, even so, when my probation officer opened the door and prodded me to enter, on the stage, next to the spanking bench, was one of the restraint chairs, and in the middle of the seat was the Frustrator that I had come to know previously. My friend, the doc, was nowhere around. Mr. Henderson said: Strip, and get on the chair. Make sure it goes deep in your hole, and once you are seated, we are going to have a very serious conversation.

My heart was pounding. This wasn’t what I was expecting.

I said, my voice quivering with fear: Ahhh, where’s the doc? I’m here for my communication’s window with Thomas, and then I’m supposed to see the doc. I have an appointment with him. I haven’t done anything wrong....I mean, I don’t....

STRIP! NOW! SIT IN THE CHAIR AND THEN WE TALK! he yelled, his voice cutting off my words in mid-sentence.

I wasn’t stupid. I stripped. I didn’t see it as a choice, and he wasn’t threatening me with the strap. At least not yet, but being in that room made it certainly a possibility. When my pants came off Mr. Henderson noticed the remains from the stripes on my ass that Thomas had given me the previous Tuesday, and he looked at me with a strange expression, but he didn’t seem all that surprised. My mind was racing. I couldn’t figure out how I was going to explain my bottom. My heart started to pound, but he didn’t ask about it.

He again told me to take a seat, and I did what he said, and went to the chair, and worked the big dildo into my hole, sliding downward on The Frustrator until my buttocks were resting on the seat. Of course, I had been impaled on it many times before, but never with my cock still in its prison. But I didn’t have any say in what was going to happen, and so all I could do was what I was told. Once I was seated, he strapped me into place, and then he took off the yellow lock and replaced it with a new bright silver Titanium one. Once he did that, he turned on the Frustrator and that big plastic dildo came to life inside of me. I gasped. My eyes went wide open. I had never felt it moving inside my hole with my cock still in a cage, and my pole instantly tried to get hard but that wasn’t possible. I could feel it pushing and pulsating and moving inside my hole, massaging my prostate and making my balls churn. And my cock started aching, the metal tube preventing my dick from getting hard even though the blood was surging through it. The end of my cock jammed up against the end of it, and that hurt!

My probation officer was totally serious, and he wouldn’t talk to me. But once he had me in the chair and riding the Frustrator, he went to the room door and opened it. In came my parents! And right after them several of the CPI officials too! One of them was a woman, and I recognized her from my initial judicial proceeding, back when I had gotten my ass publically beaten. The Witch! Yeah, I recognized her right off, because she was the one that had sentenced me! I knew she was high up in the hierocracy of the CPI system, and seeing her in the room scared me to the core. All told about ten individuals came into the room and took the seats in front of the stage. I was staring at them, and my ass was feeling that thing deep inside, in a way literally fucking me. My mom was looking right into my eyes, her face straight and angry. My dad wasn’t happy either. I tried to look normal, to just sit and stare, but inside of my hole the big fake plastic cock was moving and massaging every inch of my rectum. My nuts were churning, but of course with my cock in its cage, I certainly couldn’t get hard. And I couldn’t cum either of course.

Instead, my nuts started aching in a way they hadn’t in a very long time, and my cock pressed against the end of that tube and I was very aware of it. I had no idea what this was all about, but finally my probation officer turned to the woman and said: Well, here’s the lock he was wearing.

He was holding the yellow lock in front of him, and all eyes went to it.

Then, turning to my mother, he asked: May I have your key please?

My mother handed him her key, and for the next minute or so he played with the lock, opening and closing it using the two keys in his hand. Of course, it soon was quite obvious that her key did nothing and the lock I had been wearing was not the one that the CPI officials had locked me up with. My heart was pounding.

Finally, my probation officer looked to the lady in charge, and said: Same as the Rinker boys. It’s not the lock he is supposed to be wearing, that’s for sure. The doc could open it whenever he wanted with just a single key.

Everyone was staring at me. I knew right then I was fucked. The woman in the front row, the one clearly in charge of things, then said to me: Well, we might as well get this started. Mika, you are here for two reasons. Yesterday the clinic doc was caught giving oral sex to Cody Rinker, an 18 year old student who we believe you know. The doc apparently unlocked his Probation Control Device without authority, and allowed that boy to achieve orgasm. Cody was supposed to be wearing a lock that required two keys, just as you were. But his lock had been swapped with one that had been tampered with. And apparently, so has yours. Reviewing the clinic records, it appears that you and the doc have been seeing each other on a weekly basis for a very long time. We have the doc’s story, and he is clearly hiding things. So, now we want your story, and it needs to be the truth. We need to know what you and he have been doing during your medical appointments. You were supposed to be locked in your PCD, and he knew that, and so did you. But you also wanted out of it, and from what your parents have revealed, you have been trying to find ways to escape from it from the very beginning of your probation. And clearly you have tampered with your lock, or someone else has. Now, I know you fully understand that being forced to stay celibate is one of the consequences of your misbehavior, and losing access to your genitals is supposed to be a significant part of your sentence.

She paused, and smiled, letting that thought linger. Finally, she went on: Now, I know as an older teenager that you want to be able to touch yourself. And your desire to engage in sexual activities is normal, but you must realize that you are setting an example for other teenagers by being denied that opportunity. Your probation paperwork should have made it crystal clear to you that getting around that part of your intended punishment is not acceptable. Only your Primary Victim can authorize you to have a sexual release. Nobody else has that authority, including you. And you are not supposed to be having any kind of sex during your probation. PERIOD.

As she said that last word, she dropped an 8 x 10 inch color glossy photo on the table, so that it was facing me, and when she did my mom gasped. It was me, on my knees, with Isaac Benton holding my head and his cock buried to his balls down my throat. As the picture was snapped, he was spurting his jism down my gullet, and from the look of ecstasy on his face and my own wide desperate eyes, it was obvious that’s what was happening. Thomas must have taken it, and as I stared at it my face went white. Oh God.

The woman that reminded of a witch looked at me, and then she said: First, I need to know what our good doc has been doing. And second, I want to know about your little meeting with Thomas. Both are clear probation violations. Once you have talked, then we will decide on an appropriate punishment for you. But apparently, thanks to the good doc and a few of your friends you’ve been having sex of one kind or another on a regular basis, and that’s something we need to fully understand.

I stared. My heart was pounding. I knew that no matter what I said it would not be good, and potentially it might make things a thousand times worse. I didn’t know exactly what they knew, or what the doc had admitted to, or how they had got that photo. But I decided I wasn’t going to help them figure things out. If they even suspected I’d been getting off for most of my probation so far I had no idea what would happen. No idea at all.

I shook my head. The thing was really buzzing in my ass, and my eyes were wide open from the feelings it was giving me. They were all waiting for me to say something, and my mind was blank. Finally, I said: Where, where did you get that photo?

The female CPI official who I knew as the witch was still staring right at me. She answered: Well, that’s not the issue now, is it young man? But, if you must know, your Primary Victim, Thomas Lincoln, left his cell phone at school yesterday, and it was turned into the principal’s office. Luckily, it wasn’t password protected, and when the principal was looking through it to try and figure out who the owner was, there were all kinds of images like this one. The point is why did you meet Thomas, when you are forbidden to do so, and why did you have gay oral sex with one of his friends?

There was no answer to those questions. My mother bit her lip, and my dad’s eyes burned into me. He kept glancing at the photo, and I felt so ashamed. I stared at the woman staring at me, and my voice cracked in a pubescent squeal. I shook my head again and then I said: I’m sorry. I really am. But, but I...I can’t help you. And I won’t.

The female CPI official’s expression changed, and she looked angry, and then very slowly she said: I see. Perhaps you need a little help deciding to change your mind. You were once punished in this very room for your defiant attitude. Unfortunately, you seem to still have it.

Then, turning to my probation officer, and the two big CPI officials standing next to him, she said: Gag him, and then give him 19 with the strap. Full force, and make him feel every one. Then, back in the chair and we can try this again.

Things happened so fast then I hardly had time to protest. One second I was riding that moving thing in my bottom, and the next I was jerked off the seat and dragged over to the spanking bench. As my ass came free of the dildo, it was still moving, the big fat black end of it rotating and pulsating up and down and around and around. My mother was totally stunned at what I had been riding, and when she took one look at it, she feinted. My father rose to help her, and when she started to come around they were escorted to the door. Just as my father left the room, he turned to me, his face red with embarrassment and his voice angry, and then he said: Mika, you better do as you’re told, and start being cooperative young man! You hear me? Your mom and I are tired of your defiant attitude, and especially your attitude towards sex. I swear, if they have to strap your naked bottom every single day to teach you the lesson then I’m going to let them.

And then he was gone.

I didn’t have time to reply. Suddenly, one of the CPI goons stuffed a ball gag in my mouth, and then I saw my probation officer and he had the strap in his hand and I knew I was in for it and it was going to hurt. Two other men secured me to the bench, the same way as they had before, with one difference. This time they pulled my legs wide apart, so wide I felt like my legs were going to be ripped apart, and with my legs wide apart and my hole and crack exposed, I felt more helpless than I had ever felt before. I screamed into the gag in my mouth in protest, but nobody was listening.

MPHFFFFFFFFFFFF I protested.

URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I mumbled.

I saw the probation office starting to raise the strap then, but before he hit me the woman in the front row said: NO! Not the CPI strap! Give him the prison strap! I want him to feel what it’s like to have the skin burned off his bottom. We aren’t fooling around today. He needs to know we mean business.

What the fuck?

There was a thirty-second delay then, and the strap was put down and somebody else brought another one into the room. As soon as I saw it I knew I was in very serious trouble. This one was much longer, and was more than three inches wide, and at least one quarter of an inch thick. FUCK! It had a double set of 8 holes that ran down the middle, and on the handle the words CANADIAN PRISON STRAP were imprinted. It was a totally different strap that I had been punished with previously, and I started to struggle and pull against the restraints. I sure didn’t want to get hit with it!

But that’s exactly what happened. And as soon as I took that first blow, I knew right then that I could never take a dozen, much less 19. But I didn’t have any choice in the matter, and the way they had tied me out across that spanking bench I was totally exposed and vulnerable. He hit me with that prison strap, and he hit me hard. And each time he did the hit sounded like the crack of a rifle being fired, and I took the blows one right after the other. They just went at it one crack after the other, again and again, and I bucked and screamed and jerked with every muscle in my body. He was standing near my shoulders, working that big strap over my ass at an angle, so that it went right into my crack and curved around the cheeks of my bottom and burned the soft unprotected skin of my inner thighs. If my scrotum had not been in that metal cage it probably would have been hit, but as it was he just burned my ass, and the inner thighs and right down my crack. He lit my entire bottom on fire, and the blows just reined down without any mercy. I screamed as loud as I could, in desperation, but it made no difference. He pulverized my ass, and did it quickly, and all told I think it took him less than five minutes to burn my bottom until it was cherry red and on fire.

As soon as he finished, I was pulled from the bench, and they removed the gag from my mouth. Then I was pushed back down onto the big dildo in the chair and strapped back into position. The thing had never been turned off, so I was shoved over the big rotating end of it while it was moving, and as I was forced downward over it I tossed my head back and my eyes went wide.

IT’S FUCKING ME! I screamed, but they didn’t care. And after that I just started sobbing, the tears pouring out of my eyes, and yet they just stared and watched my reaction as that monster inside of me started working in my hole once again. I was shaking, trying to jerk myself free of the chair, but there was nothing I could do. And now my entire bottom was burning, the heat so intense I felt like the chair was a fire pit and I was being barbequed.

They just watched me struggle then, for perhaps five minutes, or maybe longer. I was desperate to get off that chair, and to get that thing out of my ass. It was stimulating me, but with my locked up cock and my nuts in a metal cage there was no way it could do anything but frustrate me. I shook and jerked and begged, but they just sat and watched, letting me learn from the lesson they were in the process of teaching.

Finally, very slowly, and very quietly, the female CPI official I knew as the witch said: Ok Mika. We can try this again. You need to understand that you are small stuff in the big scheme of things. You have a little more than a year left of your probation, and if you are cooperative I might be willing to knock off a bunch of that time, and let you go free sooner than later. I might do that. Or, if you make this difficult, I could request the court to add a year. Probation periods can be up to three years, and since you found a way around part of your punishment, adding time would be appropriate.

But, frankly, increasing your probation period isn’t something I’m really all that interested in. I just want two things from you. First, I want the doc. I want to find out what he did, and I want to make sure he pays for it. He was employed here, and I intend to make an example of him, with or without your cooperation. But things will be much easier with your help. You need to tell us about every visit with the doc, and what you two did together.

The second thing I want is to understand is Thomas Lincoln, and what happened up at the bluff after school the other day. I’ve already talked with Isaac Benton, and his parents, and apparently Thomas has been coercing you into making deals outside of the probationary mandates. Apparently, you engaged in oral sexual play and received a burned bottom in exchange for a promise of release from your PCD. So, I need to understand that incident as well and especially who initiated it.

If you remain defiant, then I swear to God you can sit on that rubber cock in your ass for a couple of hours, and then you are going back over the bench for another 19 hits with the prison strap. If you want any skin left on your bottom I highly suggest you don’t test me any further.

I was done. There was no fight left in me, and just the thought of another strapping over that bench was far more than my mind could grasp. And if she locked me up for another year on top of what I had in front of me, I’d never make it. I broke down completely then, and told them everything they wanted to know. I sang like a canary, as the saying goes, and provided them with every single detail of every encounter I could remember. I told them about my first blowjob with the doc, about the times he had ridden my cock until I shot my load. I told them everything, even about the special lock he had given me, and when he had made the swap. Of course, in doing so, I knew I was dooming him. But all the time I talked and told and squealed that moving dildo in my rear kept reminding me of where I was, and who was really in control. I kept nothing back. I squealed on Thomas, and his friends, and told about the note in my locker and about sucking Isaac dry and swallowing his big load of sperm. I kept nothing back. Nothing at all, and when I was done, I begged her to please have mercy on me.

I later learned they could not have hit me again, at least not the same day, and so the threat for another 19 hits with the strap was just a threat. That’s what I was told. Maybe so. Maybe. But I sure wasn’t in any shape to find out, and so I gave them what they wanted and the truth was I was a very scared 19 year old teenager with a very sore bottom and a set of aching balls to go with it. They owned me, and they knew it.

It turned out that was my last spanking in my life. Ten days later the CPI Physician’s Assistant known to all of us as doc pled guilty to two charges of sexual deviancy. He had been facing over a dozen felony charges, and seven counts of sexual misconduct and a loss of his medical license on top of that, but he avoided virtually all of the charges and an almost certain prison sentence by taking the offer that was made to him.

But of course, as part of his plea deal, he agreed to accept publically administered corporal punishment under the CPI statute and he received the maximum sentence under the law, which they said was appropriate because of his age and the seriousness of his crime. The 22 year old man who had helped me get off so many times was sentenced to 100 strokes of a prison strap to be delivered on his bare bottom, in 5 different public punishment sessions each to take place one week apart. He would be strapped 20 times at each session, without mercy and at full force over his naked ass.

He also was given a three-year probation, which was the maximum the law allowed. And like me, following his first corporal punishment session, he was to be placed into a Probation Control Device. Since there was no Primary Victim identified, there would be nobody to let him out, no weekly communication with a hope for a sexual release. Instead, he was doomed to a long period of total frustration. But the CPI statute prohibits any continuous chastity period greater than one year, and so for that reason he was authorized exactly three sexual release periods, each appointment to take place on the anniversary of his first punishment session. Those three state approved ejaculation periods were his only chance to get off during his entire three years he would spend on probation.

They worded it this way: Your mandatory semen extractions will take place while you are in a restraint chair and impaled by an anal stimulation device. The actual semen extraction will be done through continuous stimulation by mechanical mean’s using a Venus 2000 masturbation machine set at its maximum setting. After 60 minutes of being sexually stimulated, you will be relocked into your Probation Control Device until your next annual extraction period. It is hoped that the public nature of your punishment and the severity of your sentence combined with the high frustration level you will endure will serve as a strong deterrence to all other employees of CPI who might consider misbehaving.

The investigation into Thomas Lincoln and his three friends took the rest of the month of May to complete, and while it was going on I spent that time locked into my PCD, except for the one period in the month where they secured me in the chair and examined my genitals and used the wax sheets to remove the hair from my balls. Without the doc’s help, and with Thomas out of the picture now, my frustration level grew to unbelievable levels. I had no idea how I was ever going to survive the rest of my probation without any chance for a sexual release. At night, I would stare at the lock and the metal tube covering my dick, and let my fingers trace its outline.

Then on June 7th, of my 19th year of my life, just a fewe days before the end of the school year, Thomas Lincoln was arrested, along with Isaac Benton. The other two friends were not charged. For Thomas and Isaac, their charges stemmed from forcing me to exchange favors of sex for an offer of release from my Probation Control Device. It is a felony to interfere with an individual undergoing punishment or on probation under the Corporal Punishment statutes. They ended up accepting a plea bargain, and both teenage boys received a sentence of one dozen hits with a punishment strap, administered on the bare buttocks in front of the auditorium of their peers. They were also each fitted with a PCD and were ordered into a relative short six-month probation period. And on the same day they were arrested, in what was the biggest surprise of all, I was given Primary Victim rights and due to my cooperation with the authorities, my remaining probation period was commuted. I was free!

Thomas and his friends got their naked bottoms thrashed, and I got my cock unlocked. Of course, I couldn’t believe it. Apparently, my parents had put in a good word for me, and my testimony and willingness to be cooperative had made the difference. Getting out of that cock cage was the happiest moment of my life!

When the cage came off for that last time, I hadn’t shot a wad since my last appointment with the doc, and my eager dick went rock hard in less than five seconds. God I was horny! I grabbed my cock to start to pump it, which was something I hadn’t been able to do since I initially got arrested. You never realize how great it feels to hold your own dick in your hands until you can’t do it any more. God I loved that feeling! And the amazing thing was that as soon as I grabbed it and wrapped my fist around my pole, I ejaculated. I came instantaneously before I ever gave it a single stroke. I came like a fountain, and shot the biggest load of my life right there at the center in front of my probation officer. When I did Mr. Henderson and I both laughed. Before the day was over I masturbated eleven times, and that night, lying in my bedroom with my cock in my fist, I shot another load that made it an even dozen.

I didn’t go to the center when Thomas and Isaac received their bare bottom state sponsored spankings. They were both done on the same day, one after the other, and many of my friends went to watch the show. But it just didn’t interest me. I guess I had seen and felt and lived through too much of it for too long, and I had no desire to see another guy’s bottom getting thrashed, even if it was Thomas. So, I didn’t go. But I heard he yelled like baby, and jerked and struggled and begged as they worked that leather strap across his naked bottom and set his ass on fire. I also heard that he shot a load of jism out of that pink plastic sleeve when he was being punished, just as I had not so long ago, and the entire audience had erupted in laughter when it happened.

After the two boys were punished, and fitted into their Probation Control Devices, they each tried to contact me through the center during their first weekly authorized communications window. But I didn’t sign on, and instead left them frustrated. And I didn’t sign on for the next several weeks after that, instead letting them feel what it was like to have your teenage cock locked up tight and out of reach while your balls ache with desire.

While I avoided contact with them, life seemed to get better in every way for me. Amazingly, things at home took a surprising turn for the better too. The very day my PCD was removed and my probation period was commuted, my parents surprised the hell out of me by calling a family meeting. We all sat around the dining room table, and I was expecting a big lecture and perhaps more restrictions. Instead, my dad explained that he and mom had been seeing a psychologist who specialized in adolescent issues, and he had given them a new insight into what I had gone through and how much of my behavior was completely normal. Then, in a move I’ll never forget as long as I live, my dad handed me a small lunch sack, and inside of it were two huge boxes of Trojan condoms. As he did he said: Mom and I have been pretty hard on you. Sex at your age is normal, and healthy, and I’m not sure we knew that before, but we do now. All we asked is that you just don’t get a girl pregnant. If you want to bring Jenny over and show her your bedroom, we won’t say anything. And, no matter if you are gay or straight, we love you, and are proud you are our son.

Wow! Who would have thought? No me, not in a million years! That very next night I started going out with Jenny again, and God we had fun! Soon, my senior year of high school ended, and I graduated with honors. I was accepted at the University of Florida, in Gainesville, and Jenny Lincoln was as well. Needless to say, I could hardly wait for my first semester to start as a college freshman, knowing my girlfriend was going to go to the same school. As for Thomas Lincoln, and his friend Isaac who had trapped me on the bluff, I finally signed on during their communication windows exactly one month after they had both been locked up in their metal tubes. They were so glad to see me! I listened to them each beg me for relief from their horniness. I let Isaac out of his PCD device without comment. He was so thankful I thought he would start crying with relief. As for Thomas, I have to admit I found a lot of pleasure in listening to him as he begged me for forgiveness, and seeing the tables turned and the look of desperation in his eyes is one I’ll never forget.

I looked at him on the monitor, and then I said: Well, nice to see you Thomas! Are your balls aching yet? How do they feel, all tight in their protective cage? Do you like your cock locked up? It’s safe and sound—you don’t have to worry about anything. I should know! Your girlfriend doesn’t even have to worry you might not behave yourself. Yeah, and it’s better than any jock or sports cup, and you can play any sport you want and not have to worry about your junk getting hurt. Yeah, isn’t it wonderful?

He begged me, begged me for relief and apologized for all of the things he had done to me. He offered to take swats, to buy his way out of the cage, even if only for an hour. He was looking at six months, and he was only on his fourth week, and the look of desperation on his face was something I well understood. And it occurred to me, that if it wasn’t for him, and for the doc, I’d still be locked up in my own cage. Perhaps that’s why I had no interest in making his life miserable, even though he deserved it. But I didn’t want him to know it, and I had one final lesson I wanted him to learn.

I turned to his probation officer and said: Get that Frustrator thing out, and then put him in the chair and let him ride the thing like he used to make me. And put the Venus milker on him too. I’ll tell you when to turn it on. He wants to get off, and I intend to let him.

I’ll never forget the look on Thomas’s face when he heard the instructions, but he wanted to get off so bad he didn’t argue. It took him a while to get himself seated on the chair with the big dildo in his hole, and at first I wasn’t sure he was going to be able to get it to fit. But he finally did, and once he had it up his chute, the look on his face was priceless. He was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, as his eyes were as big as saucers as he felt that thing filling up his hole. His probation officer tied him into the chair, and then as I watched he unlocked him and removed the metal cage and tube that had been his cock’s prison. He went rock hard as soon as his dick came free, and it looked funny jutting up from his bald mound. They had obviously waxed his pubic hair, and seeing it smooth like that made me smile. As I watched, his probation officer lubed up his cock and then slipped the VENUS receiver over his eager dick, and let it slide down until it was resting on his balls and his pole was buried to the hilt inside the plastic mechanical sleeve.

He was ready, and that’s when I asked: How much time is left in his communication’s window today?

His probation officer looked up at me and answered: He’s authorized two hours with you, and he’s got 105 minutes left for today.

I smiled, and looked Thomas right in the eye. Then I said to his probation officer: Okay. Well, he’s been begging me to let him get off. And he’s pretty horny I see. As he’s finding out, a month of celibacy will make any guy horny as hell. Well, unlike him, I’m a very nice guy. I want you to turn on the dildo, and once that thing is going crazy inside his hole, set the Venus milker at 100, and let it start working on his cock. Let him ride the chair and get milked until his time is up. Yeah, I don’t care how many times he cums, or how many wads he shoots, or how much he begs for it to stop. Milk him for the rest of his time today, and when the times up and he’s been milked dry, then let him go. But don’t put him back in the PCD. I think after today, he’ll understand where I’m coming from and the message will have been sent. I’m releasing him from his PCD for the remainder of his probation period, unless he does something later to piss me off.

Then, I looked right at Thomas, and he was staring at me. I smiled, and winked at him, and I think it was then that he and I came to an understanding. Then I said: See you around Thomas. Just so you know, I don’t hold any grudges. I beat you up, and I paid for it. Yeah, I learned that misbehavior has consequences. And it was a tough lesson. Well, you were an ass to me, and now, you’ve got a few lessons to learn too. So, no hard feelings. Enjoy the milker. I know I did when you used it on me.

Then, I pressed the disengage button, and the screen went blank on his end, although I still had a crystal clear view of him, and what was happening. But he couldn’t see me. I muted my microphone, so he couldn’t hear anything from my end either, and then I went to my bedroom door and opened it. Jenny was there, waiting, and she grinned. Together we went to my bed, and stripped off our clothes and then I fucked her, nice and slow while we watched the show. In the background we could hear Thomas gasping and moaning, and as the feeling built he started to jerk and thrash from the intensity of all of the stimulation he was receiving.

The milker was sliding up and down over his stiff dick, and his eyes were staring at it. It was working his cock as it had worked mine not that long ago. It was literally jacking his cock with a fast mechanical motion, like a fist, gripping and pumping his cock, but never getting tired and pumping with a vengeance.

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Thomas Lincoln had no control over his body at that point, and as Jenny and I fucked like rabbits we watched the monitor. He was being jerked by one machine and fucked by another, and after several minutes he ejaculated an entire month’s load of stored jism in a violent orgasm that made both of his balls visibly spasm.

ARHGHGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MFRGHHHHHHHHH!

OOOHHHHHHH!

OH...OH FUCKKKKKKKK! he screamed.

As it turned out, Jenny and I and her brother all came at the exact same time. I spurted my wad into the condom my mom and dad had given me, deep inside Jenny’s pussy, and she clawed at my back and screamed in delight as her entire body shuddered. Thomas spurted into that Venus machine, and shook the chair as he ejaculated, and he banged his head back into the chair again and again as it was happening. The mechanical sleeve never slowed down, and his eyes went wide open as it continued to milk him dry. Somehow, watching him ride that dildo and get sucked by the milker brought back a lot of memories and encouraged me, and I stayed hard, and started thrusting all over again, fucking my girlfriend’s eager hole once again while that Venus machine kept milking her brother’s over-stimulated cock with a vengeance.

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!