Part 4: The Punishment & Epilogue
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At the crack of dawn, I was awoken by a large man wearing a black baklava grabbing my arms and cuffing them behind my back. I felt him stuff a hard piece of silicone or rubber inside my mouth, which I soon realized was a ball gag.
I struggled but to no avail. The other prisoners started to wake up due to the commotion and watched as the man lifted me up from the bed and stood me up. I noticed Luke was experiencing the same treatment on the other side of the tent.
Moments later I felt the man place a steel collar around my neck and lock it in place. It was tight enough that there was no hope of removing it myself, but luckily not tight enough to restrict my breathing.
The man shackled my feet together using a chain that was so short I couldn't move them more than 2 or 3 feet apart.
A heavy rigid metal bar with a hook at the end was then passed between my wrists and back and fixed to the collar around my neck. The man pushed the rod forward forcing me to walk out of the tent with my back arched and head facing the ground. Luke and a second man followed closely behind as we were forced onto the back of pickup truck with a roll bar. A second pair of cuffs locked me onto the left side of the roll bar, while Luke was locked onto the right side.
Without saying a word, the 2 men entered the truck's cab, started the engine, and drove toward the front gate. With a quick glance at us in the back of the truck, the guard opened the gate, and we were on the move. A combination of dirt and sand got in my eyes and face as we picked up speed along the backroads. After 20-30 minutes of praying that we didn't hit a huge rock or pothole, we turned onto a road at the entrance to the city center where a police officer then proceeded to move a barricade blocking the entrance to the historic main street. The truck came to a rolling stop and I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw hundreds of people lined up against the both sides of the road. Most of the locals were jeering while the tourists that were likely expecting some type of parade or celebration stood there confused.
We were uncuffed from the roll bar, forced off the back of the pickup truck and once again pushed forward using the rod attached to our necks. The 2 men walked us slowly down the street as people from the crowd shouted insults, threw small pebbles, fruits and vegetables at us.
Although at first the crowds stuck to the sidewalk, more and more people began to step onto the streets and get closer to us. Seizing the opportunity, a man rushed up to Luke and pulled open the buttons holding his jumpsuit top together, revealing the plain white t-shirt provided by the jail.
The guards failed or chose not to intervene as several others followed his lead to quickly disrobe the both of us. A man tore off Luke's t-shirt with his bare hands, a woman cut off both my jumpsuit and shirt using a pair of shears, and a group of young men pulled down our pants. With only a pair of skimpy boxers covering our private parts, I pleaded for them to stop but it was no use. The ball gag made anything I said inaudible (not that it would it have likely made a difference).
Luke's boxers were the first to go followed by my own. The crowd pulled them down to our feet but with our legs shackled together, the woman with the shears cut them off to leave us completely naked and exposed in front of hundreds of people. The crowd was pleased with what they saw as our flaccid cocks pointed toward the ground and our low hanging balls bounced with every step.
I felt a cool breeze on my bare ass as we came to a stop in the town square. A set of poles were erected in the ground several feet apart with a bar in between toward the top. The men wearing the baklavas unhooked the rod from our necks and uncuffed us. With Luke and I facing each other, the men placed our hands back behind our backs, hoisted us up, tied rope tightly around the top bar, and knotted the rope at our wrists. Chains were then attached to the shackles around our ankles and fixed with a short lead to the pole opposite where we were facing.
This meant that our backs were once again arched forward, heads faced the ground, and our ass cheeks were slightly spread open for the crowd to see. Whereas before the crowd seemed to be living in the moment, they now clearly wanted to capture our ordeal -- almost every young person with a cellphone had it out recording or taking photos of our humiliation.
I was expecting the masked men administering our punishment to say some sort of speech or explain what they were going to do to us, but it became clear that was not going to happen. Instead, the men nonchalantly grabbed a bottle of water, removed our ball gags and before we could mutter a word or swallow the saliva that had accumulated in our mouths, forced the entire bottle of water down our throats. Once empty, they just as quickly put the gags back in, picked up a whip and lashed our asses mercilessly over 20 times. I was screaming in agony but due to the gag, to everyone else it sounded like a whimper.
With each hit of the whip our bodies swayed in the air and our genitals bounced ever so slightly. By the time the whipping had finally come to a stop, our tears had pooled on the ground beneath us.
We were left there for hours until the masked men re-emerged holding a bag and some sort of device resembling the goat milking machine my grandparents had on their farm growing up. The men grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the bag, spread open our ass cheeks a bit more and applied the cold lubricant to our holes. I immediately began to become even more uncomfortable (as if that was possible at this point) as they retrieved vibrating dildos and carefully shoved them up our holes. As someone that has never had anything up my ass before (not even a finger), there was an immense amount of pressure but luckily not much pain.
Within a minute I began to feel a sort of pleasure that I had never experienced before. Luke must have felt the same way as both our cocks began to become erect. My thick circumcised dick hardened to a solid 7.5" and Luke's equally as girthy but slightly shorter uncut dick hardened to a respectable 6". This prompted a renewed effort by the crowd to photograph and record us with our holes plugged and cocks hard.
The 2 masked men must have been waiting for this moment as well. They picked up the machine and placed it between the two of us. A silicon attachment that resembled a teat cup was placed around our dicks.
One of the men activated a switch and the silicon attachment around our dicks began pulsating. Between the pleasure from the machine and the dildo, I decided to close my eyes and pretend that I was getting sucked off instead of having my dick milked in a public square.
