Rick came awake, as usual his _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard he stroked it beneath the thin sheet that covered his naked body. He reached over and grabbed some tissue from the table beside his cot, and quickly massaged himself to a back arching climax. The tissue filled with his youthful cream, and after a couple of minutes he relaxed back on his cot to continue the waking process.
He glanced around his cell, cursing himself for the stupidity that landed him in it. The morning sounds of the prison brought him back to reality. He got out of bed and throwing the wet tissue into the toilet readied himself to get his clean uniform from Tuan the trustee that had that duty. He stood at the bars of his cell and covered his genitals with his hands as Tuan came into sight. He reached for his clean uniform exposing himself in the process.
Tuan reaching through the bars grabbed his still semi engorged penis, giving it a pull smiled and said
"Again".
"Bastard", Rick growled. Now he would be teased all day about spanking his monkey, he smiled thinking to himself well I give as good as I get. Putting on the clean antiseptic white coveralls he again let his thoughts return to his predicament.
It had all started with what was to be a pleasant dinner, a few beers, maybe get laid evening. He was 18 and had been working as a surveyor's assistant in the interior of the country. The job had paid great, and the company had supplied all his living expenses. There was nothing to spend money on, so all his pay was put into an account back home, and he now had enough for college and some left over for the good things in life.
He had the dinner, went into the bar got a couple of beers and before long had made a deal with one of the girls in the bar, and got laid. Then he went back to the bar for more beer, a couple of hours later he decided to go back to the Hotel, and get some rest before making his flight home plans.
As he walked down the almost deserted street the need to take a pass became pretty urgent. He spotted an unlit alley and ducking into it he loosened his pants and taking out his _d_i_c_k_, sighed with relief as his bladder emptied onto the dirt.
Then it happened, he was bathed in the headlights of a Police Jeep that was parked further into the alley. Shielding his eyes from the halogen glare he was trying to arrange his clothing when the loudspeaker mounted on the vehicle told him to put his hands on the wall above his head and remain still. He now stood as ordered, his pants had slid down and he leaned against the wall with his _d_i_c_k_ exposed. A native officer came out of the glare, frisked him then told him to dress.
" You are under arrest for public indecency, and fouling the public way" then his hands were pulled behind him and handcuffs placed on his wrists. He was told to get into the back of the vehicle. He was protesting loudly about the fact he was just relieving himself and that he needed to get back to the Hotel so that he might get his things and leave the island nation.
The only answer he got was a slap to the head, and told to "Shut the _f_u_c_k_ up". He wisely took the advice and sat quietly for the rest of the trip to the station. He was put in a small room with a table and two chairs, one small light bulb hung from the ceiling. After what must have been 30 minutes the door opened and a young Police Lieut. entered. He told Rick that he was to be arraigned for the charges the next day, and co-operation with the authorities would hasten his departure from the Island. He handed over his hotel key, and the officer gave orders for his belongings to be brought to the station. He was left alone again. When the door reopened the officer came in with his suitcase and spilled the contents on the table. Rick was told to put everything back in after showing all the articles to the officer.
"Now get out of those clothes, all of them, and put them in your suitcase", further protests had been rewarded with more blows, so he did as he was told. Naked with his hands cuffed in front of him, he was again left to his thoughts. The officer returned and started to question him about drugs, and why he was in the country. Rick told him he was not involved in drugs, and had been working upcountry. He also told the officer he was not going to answer any more questions, without legal counsel present.
The officer stood up and pushed the table against the wall, he opened a drawer in the table and took out a length of cord. Slipping the cord through the cuffs, he pulled the other end through a ring in the wall above the table. Rick was now stretched across the table his butt at the edge and pushed out. A chair was pushed between his legs holding them apart.
"You do not dictate conditions to the police in this place", the officer reaching back into the drawer took out a small black whip, it looked a lot like a long riding crop. It was laid across Rick's buttocks and slid up and down his firm buttocks as they clenched at the touch.
Rick had heard stories, and inwardly groaned as he realized what was to happen . The stripe of fire that leapt across both cheeks of his taut bottom brought a yell from the pinioned youth, the thin white scar left by the whip turned rapidly bright red. It was joined by five more scorching his buttocks in rapid succession, he gritted his teeth screwed up his eyes the pain was murderous. Rick yelled and pleaded for mercy, the only answer was a final more powerful stroke of the whip. The officer put the whip back in the draw and left the room.
"You will learn" his parting declaration.
Sometime later Rick was released from the ring in the wall, and led naked, his buttocks searing with each step to a cell. His cuffs were removed, his hands flew to his buttocks to knead the burning orbs of his bottom. They threw in a jumpsuit, and he dressed and lay on the small cot. Tears streaming down his face he spent the rest of the night wondering was this a nightmare or what?
At daylight he was taken to a shower, and as he stood in the cold stream of water the jailers laughed at him, and he knew enough of the language to know they were laughing at the weal's on his behind, and his futile attempts to hide his morning hard on.
The court hearing that morning was quick, and despite his youth, protests, and nationality he was speedily given 30 days, and six strokes of the cane while incarcerated. He was led roughly from the town jail, and into the bus to the prison on the hill.
He was placed in the wing with others of his age group 16 through 20, the ensuing conversations made him realize that the treatment he had received in the station was the norm, and he was lucky he had not been butt _f_u_c_k_ed as well. In the 15 days since his arrival three of the youths in his wing had been taken to the small building in the exercise yard and received the caning part of their sentences. Back in the wing they moved slower choosing to stand for meals the rest of the day and sitting gingerly the next several. Rick knew it must be soon that he would feel the lash of the cane across his bottom.
Back in his cell after the morning meal in the common dining room, Rick heard someone coming down the corridor, it was Tuan, as he passed Rick's cell he hissed "Good Luck". Before he could understand the meaning two jailers stood at his cell and opening it they told him to come along with them.
"Where to?" went unanswered.
He walked between them and into the infirmary. He was put in a room with an examination table and told to strip and get on the table. An orderly came in and took his blood pressure, then a doctor with a stethoscope listened to his heart beat. Nodding the doctor told the orderly to carry on. The orderly took Rick into a bathroom, and telling him to bend over proceeded to give him an enema. When it seemed that he was about to burst the nozzle was removed and he was told to sit on the toilet and hold the liquid for at least three minutes or they would have to do it again. Rick watched the clock on the wall and made it for almost four minutes before his bowels exploded into the toilet. In very few seconds he was totally devoid of bowel content. The orderly told him to clean himself, flush, and wait in the examining room. It was only a minute or two, and the two jailers returned and taking him by the arms led him naked across the exercise yard to the small building, that he had dreaded to enter.
Inside was an A frame structure right in the center of the room, a table two chairs an a metal locker. His eyes were glued to the table as it had on it two Rattan canes. they were formidable, at least 3 feet long. and 3/4 " in diameter. He could not keep them in view as he was led to the A frame, he tried to avoid being put on the frame but his struggles were useless.
His arms were cuffed with leather wrist straps and drawn above his head, ankles likewise and fastened legs spread to the bottom of the frame. The cross brace of the frame was drawn up to his hips and a wide leather belt fastened across his back. When he was firmly trussed the top of the frame was drawn downward until his body was bent at slightly more than 90 degrees. His body was totally supported by the frame his toes were clear of the floor by an inch. Strangely he had resigned himself to what was to happen, even more strange was the fact he felt a stirring in his loins. The doctor came into the room took his pulse and said.
"A little high, but normal considering you may carry on"
Another jailer had entered with the doctor, he was to carry out the caning sentence. A short man with huge upper body strength he looked the two canes over and after a moment selected one. The doctor 's statement to carry on was the signal for this person to stand to the rear of the fastened youth.
Three quick running strides, the cane raised high for the run up then in less than a heartbeat it flashed down. Its downward path halted by the buttocks of the young man. The flesh was indented by the blow, the cane raised the flesh followed. First a white stripe that almost immediately reddened. The split second that it took for Rick's nervous system to feel the vicious sting of the cane was followed by a howl of "NO NO NO NO NO"
A voice from somewhere registered through the pain "Stroke One".
The third stride of the run up for the next lash was completed the same moment the remark was made. Rick screamed again as the cane again slashed his flesh just above the first stroke. Although it took less than a minute to deliver each stroke, but to the youth it seemed like he had been restrained for hours. His bowels were relaxed, the reason for the enema obvious.
The third, and fourth strokes were delivered with a precision borne of long practice with the cane. After "stroke four" he was spent as far as his vocal protests were concerned and he lay unmoving as the final two strokes were lashed across his buttocks as if they were balls of fire released upon his body. It was over, he was completely exhausted all the strength had been lashed from his body. The doctor again took his pulse and he felt the doctors hand probing the red hot buttocks, he yelled out in pain again at the doctor's touch. The doctor proclaimed that he was OK, and would need no medication. He yelled again as they raised him up with the frame and his muscles contracted.
For a minute he supported himself on the frame then he turned and nodded to the jailers that had brought him and they escorted, and supported him back to his cell. Left alone laying on his stomach, the muscles of his buttocks jerked uncontrollably as they reacted to the effects of the vicious lashing that they had received. Then through the curtain of pain he realized that someone was putting something on his fiery bottom looking over his shoulder he saw Tuan.
"SHhhh!" the small Asian said, "I will have you moved to my cell, then I can give you some comfort."
He continued to gently place the salve on Rick's tortured bottom. Again Rick was surprised to feel a stirring in his loins. That night after the evening meal he was told to move all his things into the cell occupied by Tuan.
Fifteen days left on his sentence, and Tuan was to provide more than just comfort to his buttocks.