"You got a fine ass, there, too bad it's gonna get all busted up," said the black guard with a smirk on his face as he watched Chris shower. Chris was the test case for Georgia's new law mandating corporal punishment for violent crimes committed by males under 30. He was now 27, and had been sentenced to ten strokes of the strap for assaulting a prison guard, John Forsyth. His case had been heard now by at least 30 judges, the last nine having been members of the United States Supreme Court, who, by a vote of five to four, allowed that corporal punishment, administered within certain boundaries, was not barred by the Eight Amendment. So, things looked pretty grim for Chris's ass as he showered. Guards and inmates had been making remarks about his cute young ass getting mangled by the strap for years now. At the beginning, Chris simply told his tormenters to _f_u_c_k_ off, nobody was going to touch his ass. However, things were different now. His ass whipping was scheduled for first thing the next morning.
Chris was tall, thin, blonde, and blue eyed. His slightly upturned buttocks were eye candy to all the gays in the prison, both in the closet and out, prisoners as well as guards. From any distance they appeared to be hairless. But up close there were fine blonde hairs, so that if you touched his butt it would feel like down. His _c_o_c_k_ was a little larger than average, and had a nice mushroom shaped, pink head.
No ass deserved to be beat more than Chris's. Originally sent to jail for beating his girlfriend to within an inch of her life, Chris continued his violent ways on the inside. When John Forsyth tried to remove pornography from his cell one day, Chris attacked him so violently that it took three guards to pull him off. Solitary confinement and counseling did not work. It was decided to try Georgia's new "judicial corporal punishment" law. Since Chris was white and it was more difficult for him to claim that the law was racially biased, it was decided that he would be the test case. If this strapping were to go through, the next ten butts to be busted were decidedly darker, as most of the young men sentenced to "judicial corporal punishment" were black or Hispanic.
Since the Supreme Court had given the green light, the Georgia State Penitentiary wasted no time in planning the first modern legal ass whipping. Unknown to Chris, a triangle on which he would be tied had been constructed. A strap that met the Supreme Court's desire to create pain without leaving any permanent marks had been developed. The city- state of Singapore had been good enough to test these items on some of their malefactors' not so willing buttocks.
The next morning, after a sleepless night, Chris was surrounded by a group of guards, who handcuffed his hands behind his back and escorted him to a raised platform out in the yard. All the prisoners and guards were assembled, watching Chris's dick wave in the breeze. Bolted into the platform was a wooden triangle, at the top of which was a place for Chris's hands to be tied together and attached to the structure. There was a similar place on the crossbar connecting the two legs of the triangle for Chris's ankles. Chris freaked and tried to run. One of the guards caught him and dragged him back to the frame. His handcuffs were quickly removed and he was attached by three guards to the frame.
John Forsyth was given the honors of beating this young man's ass. He had been waiting for this opportunity ever since being attacked in Chris's cell. He was a young forty, with only a few gray hairs in his brown hair. Built solidly, he couldn't be considered fat. This was his opportunity to show the young man who was boss. He had never made any comments about beating Chris's ass, preferring to give him the hard stare with his soft brown eyes. He was given the strap by the warden, and immediately snapped it against the wooden platform. Chris screamed and the crowd erupted in laughter. But not for long. The next crack was right across Chris's ass. Chris's scream was much worse now. John waited a few seconds, and struck again. Chris howled again. His butt now was an angry red, with two large welts. A methodical man, John waited the same amount of time between each stroke. Three, four, five, six....Chris was just yelling now, with no stop between strokes. Seven, eight, nine, ten....done. Chris's once pretty ass was now beet red and covered with welts. He was let down and taken to the infirmary. The stunned crowd of inmates were returned to their cells, and the smirking guards now knew they had a new weapon. If anybody got out of line, they had the power to humiliate them by stripping them, beating their asses to a pulp, and have everybody watch and listen to their screams. Things would be different at the Georgia Pen now.
Late that night, Chris was lying on his stomach in a cell that he shared with a petty thief from Atlanta. His ass, of course, was bare, since his shorts would, merely by touching the tender skin, cause pain. Forsyth approached the cell, pulled out his billy club, and let himself in. "Chris, I have a job for you," he barked. "Put on your shorts and come with me." Chris started to protest, but it was no use against the guard pounding on his bunk with his billy club and giving him that hard stare. He painfully put on his shorts and followed Forsyth to the shower room. Forsyth locked the door. He barked at Chris to get on his knees. Chris, knowing what was going to happen, strangely didn't object. This man, who had ass-whipped him, had a certain power over him. He got down, and Forsyth pulled out his _c_o_c_k_. It was of average length, but very thick. Chris had to open wide. He did so, and Forsyth pushed his _c_o_c_k_ into the younger man's mouth. Chris, who never let another man do this to him before, started choking. "Suck," screamed Mr. Forsyth as he tapped the young man's shoulder with his billy club. Chris finally was able to relax and suck. Soon Forsyth was spasming in his mouth and yelling at Chris to swallow. Chris swallowed, and, after finishing, Mr. Forsyth pulled out. "This shower room's a mess," he yelled. "I want you to come here every night and clean it, and I'll be here to just to make sure you don't screw around."