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Catholic College Boy S Punishment 3

Catholic College Boy S Punishment 3

by masterwyncroft
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********This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. In this story we will see JD and Daniel assist Monsignor Hernandez at Holy Innocents Finishing Academy in punishing three prefects who were found to have evidence of masturbation and spilling their seed. We will also see into the monsignor's past and his own time at Holy Innocents. Please leave comments.*******

Monsignor Hernandez looked at his work. The two prefects at either end of the desk was sweating. Both of them had shaking legs as they squatted, unable to stand up straight so they wouldn't cause the rope to pull down painfully stretching their scrotums and penis's. The Monsignor had made the rules clear to them: fall over and they get thirty with the cane.

JD and Daniel just stood their staring in surprise.

In the center of the room on the desk Brandon was on all fours currently having a gallon of soapy water mixed with epsom salt flood through his anus into his colon. Brandon wore a pained expression and suddenly begged, "please monsignor, I feel like I'm gonna burst!!!!"

He rested a hand on Brandon's ass cheek and said, "no more of that begging son. You still have almost the whole bag left." Brandon let out a meek moan in response.

It reminded him of a night many years before when he was a student at Holy Innocents and was a freshman. He was 19 and had been given the highly sought after position as assistant to the headmistress.

Twenty Years Earlier

19-year-old Jose Hernandez walked down the corridor toward the headmistress's office. The headmistress was a formidable 45-year-old domineering brute. Mother Mavis was known to have no problem applying a firm hand to the 19--21-year-old men who attended Holy Innocents.

She had made it very clear at freshman orientation that any sinning through self-abuse was strictly forbidden and if any of them were found to have evidence of masturbation or suggested any sin of the flesh they would be dealt with most severely.

Despite how domineering and intimidating the headmistress was Jose had applied for the position of "assistant to the headmistress." Despite how demanding Mother Mavis had been over the last month since Jose had learned he'd gotten the job he knew it was worth it. Anything to make a resume look better was worth it.

Jose approached the headmistress's office door. As he raised his hand to knock, he heard a loud "SMACK" from the other side of the door.

This was followed by a young man's voice begging, "please mistress. I've had enough."

Jose heard Mother Mavis reply, "No you have not. How dare you play with that pole between your legs and make a mess all over our towels."

Jose nervously knocked on the door.

"Come in, Jose." Mother Mavis yelled.

Jose opened the door and saw a frowning Mother Mavis standing in the center of her office. Standing next to her was a stark nude young man. He was bent over with his hands on his knees.

The man's ass was bright red. He was red from his waist down to his thighs and all the way into his ass crack that was sprouting a forest of black hair.

Jose stammered, "I... I have the... The paperwork you needed, mother superior."

The young man didn't move as Mother Mavis said, "Oh Jose don't mind this gentleman. It appears that Mr. Walson here left a mess of his semen on one of the towels in the showers. I told you at orientation how strict I was about the law of chastity and defiling yourself. This is what happens. Trust me Mr. Hernandez if you're my assistant this will not be the last time you see me punish a masturbating student."

At the thought of getting to observe this scene on a regular basis Jose's penis begin to harden in his pants.

Jose decided to press his luck and ask if she needed any assistance. This caused Mr. Walson to gasp and glance up at Jose.

Jose saw the guys face looked nervous. He had a goatee and charming blue eyes.

Mother Mavis nodded and over the next hour he got to watch Mother Mavis take an imposing strap from her desk and apply it liberally to Mr. Walson's already bright red ass. His tears were flowing by the tenth smack of the strap.

She told him to stand up straight and that he was not allowed to put his hands over his penis.

Jose made sure Mr. Walson knew he was looking intently at the naked guys cock. The guys penis was shriveled up almost to the point it was disappearing into his body and his nutsack was shriveled up and his balls drawn up so far, they almost disappeared.

She ordered him to lay on his back on her desk. Jose helped her use ropes to bind his legs by his ankles, pulling the 20-year-old's legs up over his chest so his ass was on full display, and binding the other ends of the ropes to the mounted light fixtures on the wall. His legs were pulled so taught over his chest that his knees were over his nipples. Then Jose helped the headmistress lay Mr. Walson's arms flat on the desk and bind two more ropes to his wrists and tightly bind them to the desks legs so he couldn't raise his arms.

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The sinning student swore he'd never masturbate again as Jose took in Mr. Walson's now crimson red ass. His legs being pulled back pried his hairy crack open and gave Jose a straight on view of the puckered pink anus surround by a black jungle of young man fur.

Mother Mavis then dawned latex gloves and coated a ginger root that had been cut so it was smooth in chili extract. Then after dabbing a glob of petroleum jelly on Mr. Walson's starfish she jabbed the chili covered root into his hole. Mr. Walson begged the whole time until the whole length of the root, with the exception of one giant knob of ginger sticking out of his stretched asshole, was inserted.

Mother Mavis said, "you shall keep the root in your anus for the next hour and if you push it out then it will go back in and it will stay in for two hours."

Mother Mavis told Jose she didn't need his help anymore and he could leave. As he sadly left, he could hear Mr. Walson beginning to beg saying his butthole was burning.

Over the next three years at Holy Innocents Jose got to view many a young man receiving punishment for masturbation by Mother Mavis. It was always the same. They were stripped naked and forced to put their hands on their knees while the headmistress gave them a thorough spanking. Usually, the strap came after being spanked all over by hand. Then they were tied to the desk and forced to take a chili extract ginger root in their ass.

All the men were the same. None lasted longer than five minutes before they started begging for permission to eject the root. By all accounts it burned to shit for the next few days. Mother Mavis called it "a reminder of their sin."

One time Jose even got to witness the punishment of his two roommates after he found a bottle of lubricant under each of their beds and, dutifully, turned them in to Mother Mavis.

All types of men were found to have masturbated and given the proper punishment by Mother Mavis: nerd and jock, tall and short, fat and thin, white and black and Latino and Asian. It didn't matter. All young men at Holy Innocents Finishing Academy were likely to get caught stroking the organ between their legs.

Present Day

Monsignor Hernandez came back from his stroll down memory lane as the young man on the left end of the desk fell over. His quivering thighs just couldn't take it anymore. The other prefect gave a grunt and fell over himself.

"You two were warned what would happen if you did not hold your position." Monsignor Hernandez Both of them began pleading for mercy, but the monsignor was having none of it. "Get up on all fours!"

Both of them managed to get on all fours without causing the ropes to pull too hard on their dicks and ballsacks.

The monsignor went over to the cabinet on his left, leaving Brandon still on all fours on his desk. His gut was gurgling as it became full with almost half of the soapy water in the bag. The flow showed no sign of slowing as Brandon gave quiet moans. His gut felt like it was gonna burst and he still had almost half the bag left.

Monsignor Hernandez retrieved two rattan canes from the cabinet and handed one to JD and one to Daniel. He instructed, "you will give the prefects thirty with the cane. And I suggest you give strong smacks. If I think you are holding back, then I will have you two strip and trade places with the prefects."

With the threat of a caning of their own JD and Daniel each took a place behind one of the prefects. JD and Daniel glanced at each other as they reared back, raising the canes high over their heads as they looked at their pale white targets.

Daniel landed the first blow with a loud "CRACK". The prefect let out a loud "aaaahhhhhh," in response. Right after JD landed a "CRACK" on his prefects' ass. The 21 year old let out a scream of his own.

The room filled with the sounds of the canes making contact with the masturbating prefects' asses.

Between the cracks of the canes and the begs from the prefects, Brandon suddenly blurted, "Monsignor please, no more! I'll...I can't take it!!!!"

The monsignor reached his hand under Brandon's body and rubbed it over Brandon's distended belly. The monsignor could feel the blond prefects' guts rumble on his fingers. "Just a bit more left."

The swishes of the cane stopped as JD and Daniel finished their thirty whacks. The two prefects at either end of the desk now bore the cane marks on their asses. Tears ran down their faces.

The last drops of the enema trickled into Brandon's rectum. Violent cramps were flooding Brandon's intestines. He worried that when the monsignor removed the huge tube out his anus that he would lose control and begin shitting on the monsignor's desk.

JD and Daniel still held the canes in their hands as they watched Brandon. JD felt some joy in seeing Brandon in such a desperate state. That asshole was the reason JD had received his punishment the night before in the first place.

Monsignor Hernandez said, "when I remove this tube, I suggest you tighten your anus. If you leak any onto this desk you will find yourself getting caned every night until you graduate! Is that clear?"

Brandon just nodded and moaned, "please. I need the toilet."

With a pop the bulb and tube from the enema bag slipped out of Brandon's ass. From his vantage point Daniel had a straight on view of Brandon's spread ass cheeks and his now tightly straining puckered starfish with his scrotum hanging under it.

"Stand up and don't think of going to the bathroom until I allow it." The monsignor ordered.

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Brandon let out a loud groan in response as the soapy water caused another cramp to roll through his colon.

JD began to feel sorry for Brandon as he slowly got to his feet. He was sweating. All evidence of his confident holier than thou attitude was gone. His slender athletic frame was warped by his now pregnant looking gut. He looked like a baby monkey with his bulging gut.

Meanwhile at JD and Daniels feet the other two prefects were resting their heads on the floor while their hands cupped and rubbed their aching ass cheeks

Below Brandon's swollen belly his penis was sticking out hard as a nail with a moist slick spot on his slit. He was so overwhelmed with his need to expel the gallon of water he didn't care he had a throbbing erection.

The monsignor addressed the erection saying, "Why do you have an erection right now young man?"

Brandon was only able to muster, "I can't... I don't know. Please, let me use the toilet!!"

The monsignor pointed at the bathroom right off the office and instructed, "off you go."

Brandon half-walked, half-waddled to the bathroom while his hands cradled his stomach as another cramp ripped through his intestines.

The door to the bathroom slammed and JD and Daniel then heard several loud wet farts echo into the office.

The monsignor said, "JD-Daniel, thank you for your help. You may now leave."

JD and Daniel laid the two canes on the desk and left the room leaving the two prefects rubbing their asses and the sounds of Brandon still emptying his disgustingly full colon in the bathroom.

One Week Later

"This isn't fair!" JD shouted as he read the email.

"He already punished us. Why do we have to do it again!" Daniel yelled as he looked down at his phone reading his own email.

The email was from Monsignor Hernandez to the whole student body at Holy Innocents Finishing Academy. It read:

'Dear Student,

In response to the copious number of students discovered to have masturbated in last weeks room inspections we believe a reminder of the school's rule on chastity is required. All students agreed to the student code of conduct when they came to this academy which includes self-abuse.

We believe some students have masturbated, but did not leave evidence to be found in the room inspections. Therefore, all students will be required to present themselves in the cafeteria this Friday morning at 9am so they can have nettle leaves applied to their scrotums for one hour. We believe this is the best way to remind students of how serious Holy Innocents takes the law of chastity and giving them a taste of punishments they will receive should they break it.

All students are required to receive the nettle leave treatment, including prefects.

Thank you,

Monsignor Jose Hernandez'

JD and Daniel were fuming, but had no choice. On Friday they would be getting a drawstring bag of nettles cinched across their nuts again.

Friday, 9:25am

The beaming monsignor looked out across the cafeteria. The long cafeteria benches had been moved up against the wall and rows of seats had been set up one row after another, each seat a foot apart. The front row was the twelve prefects. All the prefects had the same attitude as the other students behind them. They were all moaning and begging for release.

In front of the monsignor were 524 young men aged 19-21 with their pants and underwear around their ankles. 524 penis's were on display and 524 scrotums had a cloth drawstring bag drawn tightly across them, pricking and rubbing them with stinging nettle leaves.

The monsignor simply walked back and forth looking at his work, continuing to beam as all the men moaned as their scrotums ached and burned from the nettles.

The chorus of moaning and groaning guys could be heard all the way down the hall where a janitor was mopping the floor. He shrugged it off and continued mopping, knowing the young men in the cafeteria were being taught a good lesson about what happens when they masturbate at the finishing academy.

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