THE FLANGE By Bushypits
The story and characters are fiction and contain adult material.
Tom Billistreaux stood before the military tribunal as they pronounced sentence. "One year in the Flange, not one day less". That's not too bad I thought, yet I still shuddered. I was swiftly led away, my mind racing with the rumors I'd heard of the military prison.
The guards taking me to the waiting transport van tormented me. "Marine stud, in a few hours you'll wish you never heard of 15 year old pussy." The other guard laughed. "You won't be seeing a gal for 12 months, bud. Hope your dick stays hard."
I rode in silence, unable to reply, angry and fearful of the months to endure in the notorious brig. At the holding compound, we stopped and I joined six other men who were also sentenced to the island. In the blazing sun, the men put on an air of smirky ease, yet each felt a deep fear of what was ahead. Several guards walked up. "OK, studs. Show us what you got. Shuck it!" The men slowly began undressing at the open dock. Passing Marines shouted at them. "Going swimming, guys?" "Training to be strippers?" We blushed but were quite helpless.
Each man's clothes were placed in a bag with his name, sealed and loaded into a waiting van. We had been naked many a time in the previous months, reveling in our freedom to walk around among men without clothes, laughing at each other's dick or balls. But now, in the open sun on a dock, surrounded by fully dressed Marines, it was a different tale. "Turn around!" I felt a wide collar buckled around my neck. Down the line I heard a commotion and saw a muscular blond man resist the collar. Two guards came over, wrestled him to the wooden planks, and held him tight as it was buckled on. Then a third man took an extra collar, stood over the writhing soldier, and swung hard. The pop as the leather struck the wide, muscular bottom sounded like a gunshot.
"Yeah, teach this kid a lesson, Crews." The swinging guard grinned. "With pleasure." He swung over and over and the young man's cries grew louder, his bottom squirming and bucking while turning a deep red.
For some reason my dick was stimulated and filled with blood. I struggled to think other thoughts and breathed easier when at the end of the thrashing my dick was only elongated and not hard. My hands were raised to the collar and buckled to it. The chuckling guard pulled my pecker and asked if it was going somewhere. I jerked away in humiliation and anger. "Better watch it, bud. Want to get your tail set on fire like your buddy?" A redheaded Marine down line fared worse. The guard with him was steadily pumping his thick cock into a raging hardon as the young red-faced man looked down in despair, unable to control his large throbbing organ.
"Get on that ship now!" We climbed the ladder and were herded to the deck where we saw a puzzling setup. A long metal bar, shaped like an upside down "v", ran across the deck. Two raised bars ran parallel to it and had a series of cuffs.
"OK, donkey dick, you first." The red head was guided to the bar, forced to sit on it and his ankles raised and strapped to the metal bars. He protested, "Fuck, this thing is up my ass. I can't sit like this!" He was ignored as the next man was made to sit on the shiny, greased bar. I was last and looked down the line as now men were scooting back and forth wildly and groaning, cursing. I soon found out why. The "v" rod that sunk into our open anuses was covered in some kind of itch gel. Unable to rise or scratch we were left with rubbing vigorously on the bar hoping for relief. I looked up at six pairs of hairy armpits, twelve hairy legs, broad sweating backs and six crew cuts on chiseled shoulders. Then the guards forced us into a clump, pressing one another, raised stops in front and back so that neither the redhead in front nor I in back could move.
A smiling guard lit a cigarette and stood back. "Having fun yet?" He was met by a volley of curses and threats that he ignored. My crotch pressed into the tail of the man in front of me as he desperately squirmed for relief. In 45 minutes we were all exhausted, covered in sweat and, amazingly, we all had near bursting hard pricks.
I rested my chest on the man's sweaty back and we whispered since loud talking had been forbidden once the trip to sea began. "Sorry, pal, but my dick just won't get down". He groaned. "Fuck, I thought it was just me. My damn balls are aching I'm so fucking hard." He continued. "And my asshole feels like a million little ants are having a picnic." Sweat dripped from raised armpits as the thick curls became soaked.
Some time later later two guards came over. "Got a deal for you fuckups. You want your ass off that bar?" We nodded. "All you gotta do is lick the pits of the guys in front of you, then you're free," The two grinned at our shocked expressions and cries of anger and revulsion. But inwardly each man yearned to be free of the unbelievable itch and the guards knew it. "Just talk it over." We whispered and although two were adamantly opposed to anything of the sort, the rest of us persuaded them that it was little to ask for such relief.
When the guards came back each man softly agreed and several more guards pressed closer. I leaned up and stared at the dark brown curls and the drops hanging from the tips of those curls. The smell was very strong. My tongue reached and licked a hair. "No, the whole pit, bud." With tears threatening I obeyed as he knelt and gave explicit orders..."Suck the hair...tongue out long...Start at the bottom and up to the top...good boy". I leaned back, almost sick. "One more pit to go, man" Oh shit, not again.
I nevertheless licked the salty, hot sweat from the stinking mass of curls.
I almost smiled as I saw his huge, wet tip flare with each lick. If I moved my tongue quickly I noticed tiny streams of white jizz flow forth. Perversely I twirled my tongue and his slit opened incredibly wide to emit little spurts. As I stared I saw a cock ring was pulled under his huge balls and snapped tight around his throbbing dick. Hands now touched me, lifting my balls almost gently and snapping the tight band over my rock-hard cock. I gasped as he gave my cock tip a squeeze and chuckled.
I felt the engines slow and looked up. "We're here...see we told you the truth. You'll be off that rod in no time!" Snarls and curses from us elicited huge laughs from the amused guards. We were indeed untied and raised, wrists high and bound, every man's prick shamefully standing and throbbing.
Even in our troubles, we checked each other out. I noticed a sandy-haired lad, just 19, with the biggest dick head I had ever seen. It seemed almost like a fist then I noticed a small strap under the head. I heard him whisper "take the damn thing off" but the attending guard wiped the rod and held up a glob of itch gel. He grinned and slowly polished the huge knob as the young man bit his lip and squirmed. The prisoner looked down the line at the row of hardons and a tear fell as he realized that not only would his knob be the star of the show but also it would itch terribly and he could only suffer. The guard squeezed his bottom and walked off. Another man with coal-black hair like me had a very thick but rather short dick that leaned to the right and had a long line of jizz hanging down.
We were home. As we marched onto the prison grounds I cringed at the thought that I would be seen in this state. We were lined up and an older guard with a clipboard stepped closer and inspected us. He called out our names and even we had to laugh when the unfortunate lad with the enormous knob answered to "Head". He stopped in front of a muscular young blond. "Striking an officer, huh?" "Yes sir."
He pulled the man closer. "In this place, fuckhead, the only people who are struck are dickheads like you." He turned to two guards. "Twenty." They quickly led him to two metal poles, spread his legs and bound his ankles. A hook from an overhead bar fit into his collar and pulled him taut. A frowning guard stripped off his shirt, picked up a long thick leather paddle and walked to the prisoner. Without a word he swung and the crack was quickly followed by a barely suppressed yelp. A large red stripe appeared on his firm white rump. Nineteen more times he was smacked until his rear end was beet red and wiggling uncontrollably.
The guard who administered the whipping put a hand on his shoulder and gripped the red rump with the other. "Tell me now. Was that a fine spanking?" The humiliated soldier shook his head. "I didn't hear you."
At last we heard a very wavery "Yes sir". The guard smiled then leaned closer. "Maybe you need another one then." We heard frantic pleading and promises to be good on the island. He assured the guard he did not need another whipping. "That was enough, I swear." The guard looked at us, chuckled and unbound the soldier trying vainly to hide his tears. His wet erection glistened in the bright sunlight.
Inside we were led to an outdoor shower where guards quickly washed our bodies with handled sponges. My washer and I talked, exchanged names, ages. We were both 22. His name was Hal. He asked if I'd had the itch bar in my ass on the way over and I told him I had. Did I want him to soothe the infernal itch? I nodded and he said "Spread em". He put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed the pointed end of the sponge toward my anus. He worked it inside and jiggled it, twisting it back and forth as the sponge tip delved deeper and deeper. I groaned and he looked at my throbbing hardon and chuckled. "Don't worry. We'll let you come in a few days."
We were taken to the medical center for an examination and ordered to sit on a wooden bench. "Sit up straight and spread those legs!" The result was an even deeper feeling of shame as we stared at our fellow prisoners' standing cocks and bright red faces. The blond kid who'd been thrashed and I were taken to a small room where two young doctors were arranging charts.
"Who is Sean?" The other soldier raised his hand. "Then you must be Tom." "Yes sir." He ordered both of us to hop on the tables. We obeyed, the white paper crinkling on our bottoms. Sean winced at the pain from his blazing tail. The doctors spread our legs, stepped up, and began examining eyes, nose, mouth, ears, tongue, and chest. We both remained rock hard.
I whispered, "Doc, our dicks. We....they won't go down."
He laughed. "They didn't tell you?" "Tell us what?" He smiled. "It's the collars you wear; they release Viagra into the skin. You will stay erect while you wear one. In a few days you will not need the collar because a hardon will be your natural state." We were told to lie on our back and our balls were examined, softly massaged as we leaked dabs of jizz. The doc giggled. "Jesus, these balls are literally bubbling with cum." I turned my head so he could not see my expression.
"We need to ask a series of questions about possible infections and diseases. Place your feet in the stirrups here." I shook as he guided my feet, spreading and exposing myself. He took a large thermometer, parted the thick black curls in my crack and inserted the greased tube. I saw the other doctor smile as he inserted the tube up Sean's bottom.
"I see you've already had a sound spanking." Sean was silent as his eyes shut and his lip trembled. His long prick seemed to expand and the slit opened wider and wider as the tube went deeper. His muscled chest and the six-pack below shuddered as his toes curled. Drops of sweat hung from the curls in his armpits.
We were asked a set of questions and at last the tubes were removed, temperatures noted and our dicks were closely examined. We were both cut and well endowed. The docs suddenly had two thin rods and my stomach grew queasy. My dick was held and the greased rod poised above the slit. "Oh God, please. Not that!" But the rod was slowly forced inside amid the dribbling cum. "This antibiotic will protect you from almost all venereal diseases. It must remain in place an hour" The tubes had little knots and a tiny strap was buckled under our dick head which prevented the thing from moving. An inch of tubing thrust remained on the outside.
"Knees and elbows, boys. This is the part you like." Groaning and feeling our stuffed dicks as never before we swallowed as we turned and knelt. Hands spread our knees wide and we each had our foreheads on the surface, well aware that our widespread bottoms, hanging balls and stiff prics were on display. A quick finger entered me and I moaned with Sean as our rectums were thoroughly examined. The doctor laughed. "I curl my finger and you curl your toes."
Sean looked at me and whispered, "I gotta cum, man. My balls are aching." I nodded in sympathy. At last we were sent to the barber's with our pricks still standing and the small metal rods protruding. Our wrists were unbound and we were ordered to shave. At the sink I tried not to stare at my dick and the rod jutting out of it. In the mirror, I saw a square-jawed handsome man with good muscles, a very erect dick and pooched, raised balls covered by a thick black forest. My chest was smooth although my treasure trail was very visible and thick. I finished shaving and my wrists were again bound. In the next room a line of men waited. I struggled to see what was going on and at last caught a glimpse of what awaited me. Two barbers sat on stools with lather and razors. Each prisoner's dick and balls were being shaved. I wanted to run away. My balls had a furry covering and even my huge dick was half covered by the black curls.I would be utterly exposed. The barbers joked and teased the prisoners as they rubbed the lather on their organs and shaved them clean.
The man in front of me stood, legs spread, rear end clenching. A guard said, "Hurry it up." The barber snapped, annoyed, "Why, you got somewhere to go?" The guard put an arm around the prisoner's shoulders. "Yeah, we're going on a little trip to the woodshed. Right, pal?" He squeezed the rump of the young soldier who dropped his head. The grinning barber sat back. "Have fun, kid."
I stepped up. "Ah, it's a new guest. " He took my dick. "What a fucking bush!" With a small brush he stroked my thick pubes looking closely for bugs or disease. When my balls were stroked with the brush I gasped. Amused, he continued the strokes to my tight balls and I gulped and shook as my cock became almost purple with desire. When he stopped, he turned me around, spread my cheeks, brushed again. "Clean as a whistle." My furry balls were lathered and slowly shorn of the offending hair. He held the rod in my dick and shaved it to the roots. My organs seemed unbelievably huge as I was directed to a waiting area.
Inside, a large blond guard lit a cigarette and laughed at my shiny huge dick with the jutting rod. I was furious. "You like to look at my pecker? Wanna taste?" He blew out some smoke then dropped his cigarette, slowly mashing it.
"One thing you're gonna learn is how to act around here." He left but returned a minute later with another guard and a short, wooden paddle. "Come here." I was trembling as I approached.
"I didn't mean it, man. It was just..." I heard a sound and turned. Two other prisoners and two guards had entered and stood watching my impending punishment. The guard put his foot on a cinder block and patted his knee,
"The old fashioned way, pal." I was frozen but a guard slowly led me to the leering face, pulled my dick down and guided me over his knee. "This will hurt me more than you" The guards guffawed and cheered at the dumb joke as my heart pounded. It was not only the paddling but the humiliation of me, a Marine, being forced to yield to a man my own age, of others seeing him spank me like a seven year old lad, of the spanking being on my bare bottom with the assuredness that it would glow bright red for all to see.
My mind immediately thought back to other scenes. The year I was in college and pledged a fraternity and had fucked up big allowing our rivals to win. I had been taken to the den, curtains drawn, and forced to drop my trousers and boxers. I had to lay across a senior's lap. He was handed a heavy fraternity paddle and in front of 14 angry seniors, I was fiercely spanked then made a table decoration for an upcoming dinner. A carrot was stuffed in my anus, an apple in my mouth, my angry stiff dick painted a bright red and a target drawn on my red bottom. It was the goal of many a rough smack that evening.
Or even earlier when I was 16, on a school camping trip with ten guys. I had permitted the fire to go out and despite our best efforts we could not get one started again. I then found the matches but laid the box down when I was taking a piss and a squirrel carried it away. The guys left on a daylong hike, grumbling and angry, but I was made to stay behind with our "youth" leader, a 19 year old college sophomore, handsome, viril, athletic, obnoxious and the envy of ever guy my age.
It rained harder and we retreated into his large tent where he began to rail at having to stay with a "fucking brat" all day just because I couldn't "fucking handle some fucking matches." He grew angrier as the day wore on and when I handed him a coke that spewed all over him that was the last straw. He stripped, roaring that instead of having a piece of pussy right now he was stuck with some fuckup. I got mad and told him to shut up. He was just in his white briefs, a menacing figure.
"What did you say?" I tried to apologize but it was too late. "Shuck those clothes and get out; we're going for a little hike ourselves."
"Why strip?" I asked, suddenly fearful.
"In case you didn't notice, fuckhead, it's Hurricane TammyTit out there. You gonna stay dry?" I stripped and followed him to the car where he retrieved a leather strap that secured a piece of luggage. He came back, smirking. "Tommy, I am giving you what you deserve. Your ass is getting whipped." I was jerked, protesting to a huge tree which had fallen recently. "Spread your legs and straddle that trunk...now, bend over and put your hands on the bark...keep that wet ass high." My heart raced but I was totally in his power. And there in the middle of a forest in a now gentle drizzle I was soundly thrashed by this smirking young man I adored. I howled as the strap cracked my red cheeks over and over and my dick became very hard. "Yeah! That's it! Move that tail, Tommy!" SMACK When he finished I stood up slowly, incredibly sore, humiliated by my hardon.
He took my erection and led me back to the tent. He opened the cooler and got a coke, then closed the top and sat on it. Tears were dripping yet I did not cry out. He pulled my dick back and chuckled when it plopped against my wet stomach. "I think you liked it."
"No, I didn't like it; swear to God I ...." But he had already pulled me over his lap. I caught a glimpse of his smirk; The intimacy was overwhelming. Just us two, in a smelly tent, in the middle of nowhere, and I was over his lap receiving yet another spanking. This time I cried and kicked and fought. He only grunted and smacked harder, thrashing me for his own pleasure. I finally lay still and sobbed. A few minutes later he stopped. I started to rise but he placed a hand on my back.
"We got all morning, Tommy." I was broken now and could not believe my tail could get any sorer or hotter. I was wrong. He kidded me about earning a merit badge in thrashing. At last he stopped and lay down, arms above his head, furry armpits exposed, for a short nap. I crawled beside him, my head on his shoulder. I was pulled over onto him and his hands fell to my raw behind. My lips were on his neck when he spoke. "I promise you another thrashing when I get up." I shed fresh tears but hugged him tightly. I was still sniffling when I was again pulled over his lap for yet another thrashing. My wails grew louder in the tent but we were alone.
Suddenly it was the present . I heard, "For every lick I wanna hear something." The guard stopped, raised his head. "That feels great."
I was confused, "What...what do you mean?"
"That's what I wanna hear. That feels great. Understand?"
I nodded miserably, "Yes sir". Upside down I saw the grinning faces of the guards and even some of the prisoners had a small smile. SMACK. I gasped at the immediate pain.
"You forget something?" I repeated the phrase. SMACK. "That feels great." He began alternating cheeks with a third below across my lower rump. Over and over until I was gritting my teeth, screaming the silly words so loud the whole brig must have heard. My entire being was centered in my rear end. I had never known such a sting and such heat. I kicked my legs frantically until at last he stopped. I lay panting over his knee, a naked Marine with a swollen, scarlet bubble butt, defeated and beyond shame. "Are you gonna be a good boy now?" I nodded not trusting my voice and walked slowly back to the bench which was now fully occupied.
"Here, Tom." It was Hal, the guard who had cleaned me. "Sit on my knee. Don't make him mad or you'll get it again." I sat on the rough cloth and yelped as my sizzling behind rubbed his leg. "Scoot back so your ass hangs off... there, better?" I scooted back and the pain seemed to jump off the scale. Hal chuckled and placed his large hand on my blazing overhanging ass. "Man, your fanny is friend!" He chuckled as I dropped my head, my dick hard and standing again.
But my tormentor was only warming up. He was swinging the paddle and frowning. "Hey, why you smiling, son?" The prisoners, their number swollen to seven, looked around. "You, pig prick." He pointed to the young man with the enormous dick head. "Come here."
Everyone waited as the man stepped forward and the guard cruelly stroked the enormous knob with his fingers making the kid squirm. "You think this is funny?" "I...uh...no sir...I didn't..."
Without a word the guard put his foot on the block and again a prisoner was guided over his knee. He was forced to say "I stole my dick from a gorilla" after each lick and soon he, too, was shouting the ridiculous phrase louder and louder. His bottom was truly raw-hided and he also kicked helplessly. When he returned to the waiting prisoners a guard began squeezing and gouging the incredibly sore cheeks as the young Marine wiggled and shed bitter tears, the knot bigger than ever.
At last the rods were removed from out pricks and we were taken to our cells. The other prisoners had returned from supper and were tied to their beds which could be adjusted into a vertical position. Now they were all slanted at an angle with each prisoner able to look at his fellow cell mate.
The guard said, "I'm taking you to meet your cell mate." We descended steps and my fear rose with each second. I saw a handsome, rugged man sitting on a metal seat. Not more than 12 inches from his crotch was another seat.
"Tom, meet Ben." We spoke and the guard said, "We want you two to get to know each other. Take a seat, Tom." I obeyed and our crotches pressed into one another. I groaned from the pain in my bottom. The guard laughed. "That's what happens when you don't obey - a good thrashing, right Ben?"
A low and embarrassing "Yes sir". My arms were untied, wrapped around him, and bound. His were brought around me. Our sweaty chests rubbed. His feet were raised and wrapped around my waist and secured. Mine were wrapped around his bottom and secured. I saw the guard take a handle.
"For Christ's sake, Art. It's his first day here. Give him a break." The guard walked over to Ben. "You have just earned a trip over that table for that remark."
Ben whispered in my ear, "Just relax. There is nothing you can do about it." I tried to escape but suddenly felt the cold, greased head of something on my stretched crack.
"What the fuck is that thing?"
Ben spoke quietly. "It's a dildo - we are both going to be impaled." As the guard cranked, it slowly screwed inside me, round and round, deeper and deeper, spreading me wider. We held each other tightly, my face pressed to his neck. Our aching cocks dribbled on each other's stomachs. The dick jutting from his thick brown bush was a good seven inches. His hairy legs rubbed my blazing behind and I let out a small sigh. He whispered, "I know you're sore. Sorry about that."
At last we were pierced and left with only a small light. The guard called, "Have a nice time" and flipped a switch. The dildo began slowly spinning out then in again.
"Fuck, when will I be able to jack off? I'm going crazy." He breathed deeply. "It's been two weeks for me now. I try not to think about it." We talked about the punishment, the whippings.
"You have never felt shame until you are handed the signoff list." I asked what that was. "You must go to ten guards and ask for a licking then let them sign it." I pulled back in shock. "The last time I was in the guards' break room for four hours over the knee of the men as they took breaks. Many times, they'd eat lunch with me over their lap patiently waiting for my thrashing. At least it was bare-handed." We tried to ignore our pricks but when there are two naked Marines, tied to each other with aching swollen cocks and a dildo thrusting in and out of each man's anus, it was next to impossible.
Unconsciously we developed a rhythm for rubbing and satisfying our cocks. "I don't care," he said. "Pretend I'm some broad and you're tied this way."
I began trash talking in his ear and he responded.
I suddenly cried out, "Kiss me." He drew back and we kissed, softly then harder, mouths open, tongues plunging deep. His day old beard was rough against my just shaved cheeks as our mouths locked. Long minutes of deep kissing and I felt his cock dribbling steadily as mine was. He pulled back, smiled and leaned to my nipple, sucking and lightly biting it. "Oh God, what ....what in the fuck...oh...lift your arm, Ben, as much as you can." I dove for the hairy, sweaty pit and sucked and tongued it wildly even as the dildo entered me yet again. We feasted off each other's bodies for hours but neither of us could come without stimulation to our dicks.
He whispered, "I'd love to slurp on your fat prick, Tom."
"I could swallow yours like a fucking hot-dog, man."
"Get you bent over and eat out that ass, dude."
"We could eat our asses together then I'd fuck your wet hole." "Shit, dude!" Our faces slammed and we kissed as if it was our last. I broke. "I never want this to end, man."
But it did. A guard came back and caught us. "Well well, if it's not a pair of faggots in the brig." Ben replied, "We were just pretending."
The guard huffed. "Yeah, right." "Art, my dick was aching." The guard undid his straps. "I'll have to take your mind off that dick, Ben." He had the man bend over a table so that our eyes met. I saw the leather strap just before it smacked. "Your phrase for the day....." The guard thought, "Yeah! I am a little faggot." He chuckled. "That's what I want to hear you." SMACK
"I am a little faggot." SMACK "I am a little faggot" Over and over he lashed as the voice soon broke and the near-sobbing reply was shouted. I looked at his face, a study in misery, as tears streamed. When he stopped the chuckling guard brought him over to me. He put a band tight under my dick head.
"Sit on that prick!" Spread over my legs, Ben squatted until he was touching my prick. Our red faces were close as I felt my wet cock head slide into his open anus. Warmth, rubbing, but it was nothing compared to the swollen bottom resting on my balls that seemed to radiate heat. I heard a low moan and he was swiftly tied in place atop my cock. "Pleasant dreams, boys, " said the guard.
We kissed. "I feel your dick quivering up my behind, Tom." We fell asleep in each other's arms, my prick up his raw-hided backside.
The next day my anus itched again and I sought out Hal, the guard who had washed and befriended me the day before. He smiled. "Just some residual fluid - want me to get it out?" I nodded and he guided me to a small table in a back room and had me squat on the table. He pulled on a rubber glove and lathered it. I knew what was coming and held my breath as the huge finger worked inside me. I faced him and he held my shoulder. I spread my legs further to give him greater access. He remarked, "That's it." His finger rammed in and out, soothing yet exciting, then plunged deep and vibrated and I almost fainted. "Ahhhh" He smiled and kept working the finger as I gasped and tried to vainly fuck the air. "All soapy now. Get on your elbows and knees."
Trembling and still aching with desire I turned and got in position. He opened my cheeks and parted the thick, black curls. He held a long metal tube attached to a hose and tenderly worked it deep inside me. The water flow started and I let out a long breath as he raised my tail and held my nuts, massaging them as I was filled. My shame knew no bounds and he pulled my face to his shoulder, a once-proud Marine now defeated. When I was filled, he led me to an open toilet, the tube jerked out and I sat, exploding, wiggling on my raw bottom as he waited quietly. He took toilet tissue and wiped my tears. "Bend over." He wiped my bottom thoroughly. "Feel better?"
"Yes sir" He smniled. "All you have left is your whipping."
"What? Why again?"
He sighed. "All new prisoners are thrashed the first few days to show we mean business. For five days your tail will be red and sore." I was scared and he knew it.
"Hey, it's the standard punishment around here. All the prisoners are whipped." "But..to get a ...it's so..."
He smiled gently, put an arm around my waist. "To many men, it is the ultimate humiliation - worse than rape or torture." All thoughts left me as I considered my future. I spoke my other concern. "But in public....if it was done away from all the guards..." He spoke lowly.
"If you want, I'll thrash you back here. It will be a fierce one cause your ass will be checked by other guards and they'll send you for another one if it's not harsh enough." I nodded through my tears and he left, returning in a minute with a black leather paddle. "Be honest. Do you think you can take it without being bound or do you need straps." I thought about it.
"I need to be secured." The admission was only a new humiliation in front of this handsome guard. He guided me to the table and placed me on my back.
"Raise your legs." They were spread and bound to a bar which was raised. My bottom swung in the air, seemingly in a perfect position for the whipping. I was utterly exposed to this man who would now blister my bottom as a favor. He picked up the strap and swung. Instant thunder and pain. Again he smacked and again as he worked into a rhythm, my swelling behind sizzling and aching and stinging. He finally stopped and I tried to control my ragged breaths and cries. I was untied and when I sat up I yelped at the incredible pain. I shot off the table into his arms. "Hey, steady there, bud. It's all over now." I buried my head in his shoulder in utter mortification.
"Would you ...could I...I need a blow job, Tom." I looked at him in shock. "Tom, it's just guys here. You'll go crazy without sex and for you it will be much worse since you will be kept rock hard." Hal moved his hand down and it brushed my aching dick. I heard a sound then his thick cock was rubbing mine. "Please." I didn't want to make him mad.
"I'm...not sure." He rubbed my aching bottom.
"You don't have to swallow, just suck it. Nobody will ever know." I looked at him then shook my head. He pushed me to my knees and I saw the thick dick bobbing from his khaki uniform. He sat and we stared at each other. "Lick it first" I did so and recoiled from the thick liquid. But when I looked up his head was thrown back, eyes shut and I knew he deserved this pleasure. I licked and swallowed the head as he ran his fingers over my short hair. Then he spurted. "Oh fuck Tom, look out I can't hold on." He tried to force me off the cock but I hung on and swallowed thick ropes of gooey jizz which was not as bad as I had thought.
He pulled me up and kissed me hard. At first I resisted, then kissed back, exchanging spit and hot jizz. Our tongues explored and his hands rubbed the cheeks he had just thrashed. When I thought of him spanking me privately everyday for my own benefit I thrust my tongue in deeper. I had a thought. "Hal, my dick, please." He kissed my cheek and nose.
"I can't. We can't risk it. If a guard relieves a prisoner he is harshly punished and the prisoner is on the flogging pole for a day." He touched the stick knob. "That is part of your punishment, Tom. Having to endure an endless hardon which you are unable to hide or relieve. You will meet your lawyer this afternoon and you will be in this same state, stiff and dripping. Come on, we better get back."
The Farm
On the tenth day I was working in the farm, picking beans with my teeth when I noticed Ben squatting, eyes shut. "What's wrong?" "A fucking bee stung my leg" I went over to see but fell and landed almost on top of him.
"Well, well. Loving in the weeds" A guard was right above us and despite my protests, we both were sent to a large wall. "Other side, dick heads." I saw ten prisoners in wooden pillories, sweating in the blazing sun. We were led to the two on the end, bent and locked into place. I looked at Ben. "This ain't so bad." He gave me a sympathetic look then closed his eyes. A guard gave us water which we lapped like a dog. It was hot and very uncomfortable but not a rough punishment.
At 4:00, two guards came forward, joking and talking amiably. They pulled their shirts over their heads and stretched - pure Marine beef. I started when I saw that the big blond was the same man who had turned me over his knee my first day in camp. He opened the bag he carried and pulled out several wooden, leather and rubber paddles. The shorter man selected a wooden one and the blond selected a rubber one. They walked down the rows, pulling ears or squeezing ticklish ribs. The shorter guard walked behind Ben, leaned over and smiled as he affectionately asked, "How many times have I blistered your bottom in the last four months? I have lost count"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grab Ben's throbbing dick and whisper something which caused Ben to blush deeply. His hand was slowly rubbing the aching balls. I looked down the line and saw a row of sweating, muscular men, every prick stiff and jutting, hairy crotches and armpits, furry legs. Suddenly we heard a loud pop and the men set to work on our bottoms. Ben was thrashed unmercifully and I heard his ragged breaths.
In horror, I saw that my tormentor would be the handsome blond. He paused, smiled. "If it isn't the newcomer with the smart mouth. I bet you're glad to see me." He twisted a nipple, then massaged my balls quickly. He leaned close. "I am making you my special project, donkey dick. I aim to keep your pretty tail nice hot and glowing at all times."
He moved in front of me. "But first I have a little surprise." He held two metal globes with a small hole in each. He took each aching ball and stuffed it into a globe, snapped it shut as the skin was stretched through the small holes. "Now these little jewels deliver a shock when they bounce.
Remember, keep real still." He stepped back and swung the thick, rubber paddle which brought an unbelievable stripe of pain and sting. Long, loud smacks introduced by a whirring sound and punctuated with a sharp crack like a rifle. The rubber paddle was every bit as painful as the board he'd used.
Even after hundreds of licks which he'd administerd down the line, his arm seemed not to haver tired. I squirmed and shouted then shed tears as the laughing guard harshly punished my backside. The jangling globes sent repeated shocks to my balls and I tried in vain to be still even as my bottom was being thrashed.
At last it was over, the globes removed and we were returned to our cell. Ben and I were forced to sleep with our arms around each other but we were so exhausted nothing mattered. One day Ben said, "I'm out tomorrow but I promise I'll see you around." I felt like I had lost my best friend.
The blond guard had become a regular tormentor, spanking me constantly, putting clips to my nipples and dick tip, strapping me down then stroking me for hours to near bursting before backing off, ordering me to suck his huge dick which seemed to be as stiff as mine. Yesterday, I had been forced to walk around with a large metal rod buried in my anus. I had sucked a long line of eager prisoners one night. He had knelt and looked closely as I swallowed each leaking red knob and the thick jizz which quickly followed. When I finished he patted my stomach. "I bet you're full, right?" I had to agree that I was.
Ben had been gone two weeks. I was waiting for the showers when my tormentor walked up with a small leather paddle. "Come with me." His hand immediately reached for my rump. He kissed my ear. "I haven't thrashed you in a couple of days. You missed me?" I did not answer but followed him to the small back room he used as his office of torment. As always, the humiliation took over and I shuddered at the sight of the chair and the knowledge that I would soon be over his lap for yet another thrashing. It never grew easy - presenting my bare bottom to this smirking young man for the most degrading of punishments. This time though, his trousers were around his knees.
"I think you need a mouthful first, Tommy." I dropped to my knees, stared at the huge wet dick. "Open wide." Just then the door was flung open and a guard rushed in. A camera was seen, a photo snapped and the guard vanished.
"Oh shit! You listen here. If someone asks you we were just joking. We never did anything. Got it?" I was only too happy to oblige.
The next day I heard a familiar, "Tommy, you stiff-dicked bastard." I whirled. "Ben!" I was stunned. He wore a guard's uniform.
"Yep, I'm right back where it all started." We were both talking fast and he said, "Come to the room behind the broiler with me." I followed him to the back and we stopped and kissed long and hard. He opened the door.
The big blond guard was pacing nervously. "You...and you! What the fuck?"
Ben smiled and pulled a photo from his pocket. "Isn't this a good likeness of Al?" I smiled at the sight of the guard from the previous day, pants down, dick had, my lips on the huge head. "I have a lot of these, Al.
What you think the Board would say?" Al was furious but impotent. "There are, of course, lots of copies of the original."
"OK. What you want me to do?" Al looked at him fearfully. Ben turned to me and grinned. "Tommy, why don't you take a seat there?" I did. He walked up to Al. "Everyday you will meet us in here and have a ringside view of the concrete."
"What the fuck you talking about?" Al laughed. "You'll be over somebody's lap as your bottom is being fried. Your face will be about an inch from the concrete. You have no choice, no other option."
Ben turned to me. "If these photos get out he will be court-martialed and sent to the Brig....this very place." Although Al begged and pleaded he ended up over my lap and I took my time with a small wooden paddle. His rump positively glowed when I finished. He stood up but Ben said, "My turn".
"Oh God, not both of you." But he was over Ben's lap as the strong guard flailed the beet red backside with non-stop smakcs. At last he stopped and the frantic guard continued to kick his legs, his humiliated sobs and sniffles a joy in this room. Ben rolled him to the floor and he cried out as his bottomo his the concrete. "Get dressed, no underwear." Ben understood the reason: The constant rubbing from the rough pants would keep his backside in constant pain.
Ben reached inside his vest. "A little present." A small dildo with a very scratchy surface. I took it and slowly forced it inside Al as he shook. It passed his anus and was trapped inside with only a thin cross-bar holding it. The bar was buried deep in the crack. Ben inserted the key and the piece inside the anus expanded. It could not be removed. "Look, Tommy." Ben had a little remote control and he flipped a switch. Al made a face and began wiggling and squirming. "Like this little vibrator? You never know when it will go off." I laughed at the instant erection it caused.
Within a week, all was running pleasantly. Al was given a fierce morning and afternoon spanking. He'd had to tell his fellow guards in the shower room he had a rash that also made his bottom sore. And Ben was a demon for turning on the vibrator at just the right time: just as Al had his hair soaped in a crowded shower, when he spoke before the guards, in line at the mess hall, in the weight room. Ben had ordered him not to wear anything under his workout shorts. Al shamefully told the other guards the doctor said he should not restrict his privates. He would be on the leg press and feel the start of the vibrator. Helplessly his thick cock would rise and inevitably others would see and comment.
But the roughest punishment, by far, were the paddlings. I would spank long and hard then stop allowing him hope. "That was so much fun, let's do it again." I smiled as the sobs began. We made him shave his balls and cocks and an inch around them leaving thick pubes surrounding the shaved area like a halo. No one knew that under the rough trousers was a scarlet, very sore bottom and we chuckled when it was his turn to cut the grass and he had to ride the lawnmower for hours at a time. One day he was late for his thrashing and Ben broke his zipper and made him walk around the rest of the day with his crotch totally exposed.
Then the day arrived. I was out. My old life seemed like a memory, the Marines, the camaraderie, the world outside of The Flange. I had hinted to Ben that I would like to see him again, outside of prison. He gave me a small card with an address and a key. I was given taxi money and he finally found the small house on a rather deserted street. I opened the door and walked in. It was a nice place, clean and modern.
"Like it?" I heard a voice and ran to the kitchen. Ben stood naked, offering me a glass of ice water. I reached but he smiled. "Uh uh, no clothes, Tommy." I laughed and in seconds I too was naked. We embraced and our lips locked. Our fingers quickly found each other's quivering rectum and our dicks rubbed as we fingered the hot holes deeply. He pulled back. "Welcome home, Tommy."