Broadway Locals


by Tucker <Tucker1234@hotmail.com>

Jim Martin had only been living in New York City for six months before getting into trouble. At the age of twenty, he had failed out of two colleges and had moved back in with his parents in Oklahoma. However, his dad recently got a great job in Manhattan, and the family moved East. The family moved to a big house in Riverdale, which was in the northern part of The Bronx. Jim figured that he had it made in liberal, tolerant New York.

The tall, long haired blonde had not counted on the backlash against crime in the City. Soon after corporal punishment started again in the South, there was a movement to bring it back in New York. The usual crowd of liberals on the Upper West Side was aghast. However, the victims of crime, including a majority of blacks and Hispanics, saw this as a great opportunity to give criminals their due.

Since the subways were painted with a graffiti resistant paint, Jim had taken to etching the words "Okies are OK" into the glass of subway cars. When he was finally caught, this led to a sentence of five strokes on the bare buttocks with the strap that had been so effective in Georgia.

Whereas Jim had operated at the northern end of the Broadway local, near the 242nd Street stop, Isaiah hung out near 125th Street. The Broadway line was the oldest in the City, and by the year 2020 was 115 years old! Broadway descends into the Harlem Valley to cross 125th Street, and the train comes out of the ground and becomes elevated for this one stop. Because of the topography, the elevated station at 125th Street is actually lower than the nearby underground stations at 116th Street and 137th Street. Isaiah was something of a subway fanatic, and he traveled around the subway system just for fun. After service was curtailed on the Broadway line, Isaiah took to carving "_f_u_c_k_ you, MTA," into the glass. Then one day he was caught by an MTA policeman. His family provided no support, saying he deserved everything he got, and if the police didn't beat his ass, his father would.

Isaiah Kingston was also twenty years old, and the son of immigrants from Jamaica. His parents had worked extremely hard since arriving in America, and were aghast that their son would be etching obscene comments into the glass of subway trains.

Strappings were scheduled for Saturday afternoons, but the men sentenced to ass whippings were ordered to arrive at the downtown police station at 8AM on Saturday morning, so that they could be strip searched, and wouldn't be able to use any pain killing drugs. The cops in the station classified each group of men to be ass whipped by their crimes and where they committed them. Subway vandals were called by the name of the line they had vandalized. On this particular Saturday, there were two young men who had vandalized the Broadway local, Jim and Isaiah.

Sergeant Kevin Donnelly was chosen to beat Broadway local asses this Saturday. Tall, dark haired, and thin, he was 35 years old and had worked for the NYPD since he was 21. He was not in the best of moods. A third generation suburbanite, he lived in Rockland County, New York, and had planned to stay home and work on his yard. On top of everything else, there was an accident on the New York State Thruway on the way in.

Knowing that the punishment for not showing up, or even being late, was twice the number of strokes, both Jim and Isaiah were on time at police headquarters in lower Manhattan. The policeman in charge took them to a private room and stripped them down, while they waited for Sergeant Donnelly. The two guys surreptitiously checked each other out. Stripped, Jim showed a rosy red glow on his cupcake shaped buns. This was not to last. Isaiah was very black, and he had two prominent, upturned, hard buttocks. Neither man had much body hair. Isaiah was better built than Jim, but Jim was slightly taller. Their dicks were about the same size, a little above average. Isaiah's might have appeared slightly larger because he was not circumcised.

"Up against the wall, assholes!" yelled Sergeant Donnelly when he finally showed up. He then put on latex gloves, grabbed each vandal's buttocks with a different hand, and simultaneously probed each anus with his fingers, looking for contraband. He then turned them around, and completed the search of them and their clothes. Not finding anything, he allowed them to dress.

The next three hours were spent going over the New York state code on vandalism. All three men were bored, but time had to be killed before the 1 PM ass whipping.

By 1 PM, the fear of getting their butts beat was really getting to Jim and Isaiah. At 1PM sharp, Sergeant Donnelly stopped his lesson and said that the real lesson would now start. He took them to an auditorium in the headquarter's basement. Leather restraints hung from a metal beam that ran along the top of the ceiling. Low metal posts had been driven into the floor, and leather restraints were attached to them as well. The auditorium was filled with members of the press, as well as various government officials. The young men, still clothed, were quickly tied by the wrists and the ankles to the restraints. Then Sergeant Donnelly got behind each man, and quickly pulled down his pants and shorts. He pulled the men's shirts up, and tied kidney protectors around their shirts to protect the kidneys and make sure the shirts did not drift back down. Two helpless asses now awaited the strap.

He then walked in front of the men and removed the strap that was hanging on the wall. Both of them had their eyes glued to the strap. He then quickly went in back of them and struck Jim's rosy red ass. Jim screamed. He struck it again, and then a third time. Jim was now screaming and sobbing, and his ass was an angry red, with vicious welts crossing it. Kevin then started working on Isaiah's butt. The first stroke brought forth a howl. So did the second. By the third stroke, he too was screaming and sobbing. His ass covered with raised, dark welts. Kevin struck him a fourth time, and Isaiah screamed and moaned some more. Then Sergeant Donnelly gave Jim another stroke, which caused another scream among the moans. The Sergeant then finished him off with the fifth stroke, and Jim howled again amid his sobbing. Sergeant Donnelly then gave Isaiah the final stroke, and he too screamed again. Now, the policeman thought, he could go home and mow the lawn while there was still daylight.

Soon afterwards, the young men were released. They got to talking about their shared ordeal, and Jim mentioned that neither of his parents cared enough about him to even be at home when he got back. He invited Isaiah back to the house. They got on the Broadway local, and stood (for obvious reasons) all the way to the end, which took over an hour. Then they walked to Jim's parents' house. Jim gave Isaiah a beer and they lied down on their stomachs to watch some TV. Both of their asses throbbed, and even light clothes made it worse. Isaiah suggested that they pull down their pants to make the pain less. Jim agreed and they lay there with their asses sticking up. Each young man kept stealing glances at the other's butt until it became obvious to both of them that they were hot for each other. Standing up, Jim showed his hard erection. Isaiah did the same. Because of the beating, neither could bend down and their asses were completely out of bounds. So Isaiah grabbed Jim's dick and Jim returned the favor. Jim, playing with Isaiah's foreskin, was amazed at how much fun this extra bit of skin could be to play with. Jim came first, but Isaiah came louder and stronger. The carpet and the television set were now covered in semen. After cleaning up, the two guys resumed watching TV with their beaten asses high in the air.


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