Fifteen year old Cody had just started the 10th grade that fall. His older brother Tony had invited Cody up for the weekend to visit him at the college, and Cody was excited. It was all that he could talk about. He had never been away from home before, and now he was going to spend a weekend with his older brother, whom he idolized. Tony had graduated from high school a year early courtesy of an advanced placement program, and at age 17 was in his first freshman semester at the college. And now he was being entrusted with his little brother’s welfare and safety for an entire weekend. It made him feel very adult.

Tony drove down Friday and met his mom halfway. His mother had supported Cody’s weekend at the college to encourage her younger son academically. She trusted Tony’s good judgment implicitly. At the meeting point Tony had hugged his mom and they had shared personal news over lunch. Tony then got out the tickets for the football game Saturday and showed them to his little brother. After lunch was over, Cody hugged his mom, and got into his brother’s car. “Have him back here Sunday at 6:00 PM, and you be careful” she shouted, as they drove out of the parking lot. The two young brothers were finally on their own. Cody’s big weekend away from home had begun.

When they got back to the dormitory Tony’s roommate Phil was there. Phil was 18 years old, 5 foot 7 inches tall, and just 140 lbs. Tony was 3” taller but thinner, and his little brother was the same height as Phil, but 10 lbs lighter. It was also Phil’s first freshman semester at the college. Phil asked “do you guys want a beer”? He reached into the refrigerator under the desk and pulled out 3 cold ones. Tony grabbed one and took a big swig. Then he tossed another one to Cody. The youngster gulped down the cold liquid then let a huge belch loose. Phil laughed “there’s hope for you yet, kid”. Tony asked Phil if he had found anything out about the party. Phil said that it was still on.

After dinner down at the dorm’s cafeteria the boys piled into Tony’s car and headed to Carmen’s Party Store. The drinking age was 21 but Carmen never carded anyone. When they parked the car, Sonny, Carmen’s cousin, was sitting on a bench outside, where he always was. Phil said, “Sonny is the lookout, and warns Carmen if the cops come by”. Two minutes later the boys were stacking 3 cases of Milwaukee’s Finest in the trunk. Then it was off to the party at the apartment of Chris and Mark, two friends that Phil had first met, who were both sophomores. The 3 fast friends carried the beer up the stairs and were greeted at the door by Mark.

Mark was a business major. He was 6 feet tall and weighed 160 lbs. The boys shared another round of cold ones and the small talk drifted onto the subject of girls. Mark shared a surprise with the younger boys. Mark’s roommate Chris was out picking-up his girlfriend Jennifer and two of her closest friends, and the three of them were expected to return any minute. Phil and Tony talked about how hot Jennifer was. Cody mostly listened, as he didn’t want anyone to find out that he was still a virgin. The four young men became more and more intoxicated. Suddenly the lower door slammed and they heard footsteps in the hall. Then the front door opened, and Chris and his girlfriend Jennifer came in, followed by a hot little number named Christa.

Now the seven of them sat around the living room and shared another round of cold ones. Christa and Jennifer were longtime friends from the same town. Chris and Jennifer had been dating for almost a year, and regularly slept together. Chris was a political science major, and was the oldest of the crowd, at age 19 and a half. He wasn’t as tall as his roommate, and he was a bit on the chunky side. The group ordered pizza, and by the time that it arrived Cody could hardly walk as he was so drunk. Chris noticed and told him to take it easy. How could he take it easy, the youngster thought, as he was having the time of his life. After they ate the pizza and drank a couple more beers, Chris and Jennifer wandered away to his bedroom, leaving the other four boys alone with Christa.

Christa was 19 years old, strawberry blonde, 5 foot 5 inches, and 123 lbs. Her firm young breasts poked out from behind her tight shirt. She wore only the tightest faded jeans, and tonight a pronounced “camel-toe” was plainly visible in her crotch. She was a goddess, thought Phil, with the cutest little ass that he had ever seen. She smiled at Tony and he smiled back. For all of his academic prowess, Tony had never gone beyond first base with the opposite sex though. Mark thought that Christa was cute, and fantasized about her regularly. Phil also fantasized about Christa, and had one more surprise up his sleeve. Sometime earlier, Christa had confided to him that she liked to do lines. Phil caught her eye, and flashed the little package in his hand. Christa opened her eyes wide. She nodded at Phil, and they excused themselves and wandered back to Mark’s bedroom.

The three remaining boys drank a couple more rounds. Mark finally wondered what had happened to Phil and Christa, and excused himself. He opened the door just in time to see Phil sliding her jeans off of her legs. She was topless, and wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pubic mound had been trimmed into a small triangle above her slot. Her breasts were just the finest set of pointed breasts that Mark had ever seen. Her nipples were small, and stuck out like mini erections. Phil was also naked, and Christa had her hand on his erect cock. Phil turned and asked Mark, “want a line”? It had long been a fantasy of Christa’s to have two guys use her sexually. And the effect of the alcohol and especially the coke was clouding her good judgment. Mark inhaled the line off of the mirror deeply into his nose. The rush hit him with full force. Christa started to grope Mark’s groin area. Mark pulled off his pants and exposed his white briefs.

Phil fingered Christa’s tight snatch as Christa played with Mark’s 7 inch erection. After another round of lines, they heard the banging of the headboard in the next room, followed by Jennifer’s cries of ecstasy. Phil fingered deeply into Christa’s vagina and found that it was soaking wet. Christa seemed to be enjoying herself as Phil then tried to mount her. As Phil tried to slip his 6 & 1/2 inch erect cock into her tight pussy, she started to feel uncomfortable. Phil was rock hard, and under the influence of too much alcohol and coke, and kept pushing. He thought that all girls wanted it, and the word “no” could easily be turned around to mean “yes”. Christa began to become uneasy, though she was enjoying herself as Mark caressed her pert teenage nipples, as she played with his dick. She really was enjoying getting screwed, but had always wanted to remain a virgin until marriage. Louder and louder she pleaded with Phil to stop, until she was screaming at him. Mark let go of her nipples and she let go of his cock.

Phil came in her and pulled out. As he was in a vulnerable position she kicked him hard in the balls. Phil screamed, “you bitch”, and cupped his aching nuts. Mark went back to twisting her nipples as Phil grabbed an aerosol can of hairspray that was sitting on the dresser, then sprayed it all over her pussy. Phil screamed, “I’ll get even, you bitch”, and he then grabbed a lighter and touched her alcohol-laden pubic hair to the flame. Her pussy exploded in flames, as she screamed. She grabbed Mark’s nuts and squeezed them hard. He reacted by slapping her tits hard with his hand. She screamed and squeezed harder, and Mark punched her in the jaw, knocking her out. The fire in her pubic region died down, exposing her denuded pussy, which was now bright red. Mark wanted her so badly, so he mounted her and fucked her unconscious body until he came in her too.

As the screams from the bedroom grew louder, Tony wondered what was wrong. Cody had been passed-out on the couch for a good 15 minutes. Tony decided to check to see if anything was wrong. He opened the bedroom door just as Mark was pulling out of her bright red pussy. Mark asked Tony if he wanted to fuck her too. Phil was doing another line, as Tony stammered, “I—I—I”. Plainly he had thought that she was cute, but he had never even given himself a chance with her. Phil walked over to Tony and unbuttoned Tony’s jeans, which fell to the floor. “Come on, be a man”, Phil said as he slid Tony’s boxers down, exposing his genitals. Just then Christa came to, and because Mark was still kneeling in an exposed position, she screamed and kicked him as hard as she could in his balls. Tony pulled his pants back up and said that he did not want to rape her. And Mark, cupping his injured sack, screamed, “you want to know how it feels to get kicked in the balls, you bitch”? Mark stood up and kicked her pussy as hard as he could, tearing away some of her blistered skin. She screamed as he moved up to her chest, which he kicked again. She screamed again as Tony ran out of the room.

Jennifer had told Chris that something was wrong. He dismissed her fears by telling his girlfriend that Christa must be really enjoying herself. Then there was a period of silence followed by more screaming. Jennifer prodded Chris to check out the trouble. Finally he got up, pulled on his boxers, and came out of his bedroom just in time to see Tony leaving the other bedroom. Tony looked at him and proclaimed his innocence. Chris ran to the other bedroom just in time to see Mark kick Christa’s left breast hard. Both Phil and Mark were naked, and it was apparent that Mark’s cock was dripping cum. Chris spied the lines on the mirror, and reached over and dumped the mirror, to the loud protestations of Phil. Chris first grabbed Mark and threw him off of the bed. Then Chris grabbed Phil by the hair and slammed his face into the dresser top. Then Mark grabbed a chair and brought it down over Chris’s head, knocking him to the floor. Jennifer, naked from the waist up, peered into the doorway, and then ran to call 911.

Tony went back to the living room, and woke up his brother. “We’ve got to go, there is trouble”, he whispered, as the screams grew louder from down the hallway. Tony supported his drunken little brother as he opened the front door. Just then Jennifer ran half naked through the living room. The boys made it out to Tony’s car, and were driving out of the apartment driveway when the police were driving in. Two cruisers blocked their path, and they were pulled out and spread on the ground. Jennifer ran out, still half naked, and told the officers to come inside. One officer stayed with the boys as the others ran after Jennifer. Tony was horrified to see his roommate Phil and their new friend Mark dragged out in handcuffs. An ambulance arrived and took Christa out on a stretcher. Two cops came out and threw Tony violently onto the hood of the cruiser, cuffed him, and threw him into the cruiser’s back seat. Then they got Cody up, and cuffed him too, then had the youngster get into the back seat next to his brother. Jennifer and Chris talked to two officers, who asked them some questions. They then made Chris come down to the station. At the station several policemen roughly questioned the 5 young men. “Two perps, one would be perp with cold feet, and two guys who didn’t report it”, one detective told the captain. Court was set for the following Tuesday. In this age of new, tougher, laws for sexual crimes, punishment was dealt much more swiftly than in the past. And all juveniles accused of sexual crimes were tried as adults, and sentenced as adults, but not subjected to the most violent punishment.

Chapter Two: The End of the Road

The old bus turned off of the main road onto a gravel road strewn with potholes. Inside the bus, the five young men seemed not to notice as they stared at the floor. All were nude except for a pair of loose-fitting boxers and jail-issue plastic clogs. All five had their hands cuffed to the rails at either end of their seats. And their legs were also cuffed wide apart underneath each of their seats. The driver sped-up and the old bus began to really bounce. Chris began to get a boner as his genitals bounced like crazy. He had been deeply engrossed in thought since his conviction for “failing to report a sexual crime”. The judge had angrily asked if he couldn’t tell the difference between screams of ecstasy and screams of pain. It didn’t matter that he had physically attacked her abusers and stopped the abuse. All that they cared about was whether he could have stopped her sexual assault sooner. They seemed to be really angry about it. Chris just couldn’t understand their rationale. He had thought that he would be congratulated for her rescue.

Tony also wondered the same thing. After all, he had checked on the screams that he had heard. It seemed to be a make-up charge after his charges of sexual abuse had been dropped. Both Phil and Mark had excluded him, even though Christa had seen him with his pants down. The judge had dropped the most serious charge over the prosecutor’s objections. But “failing to report a sexual crime”? “All that I could think about was trying to get my little brother out of harm’s way”, he had told the judge. “It was the first time that I had been entrusted with my little brother’s safety and welfare for more than a few hours, and I really blew it with the beer”, he had told the judge. “But I didn’t knowingly endanger my brother or fail to report anything. After all, I only drove a few hundred feet before I was arrested”, he told the judge. But the judge didn’t seem to see it Tony’s way, and had sentenced Tony to suffer a bad beating to his naked genitals.

Cody was crying because his balls had begun to really hurt as the bus bounced all over the road. He had cried too when he apologized to the girls for a crime that he had been too drunk to remember. He too couldn’t understand the judge’s reasoning. “After all, I was passed-out drunk”, he had told the judge. Maybe he was being punished for being drunk and underage, Cody wondered. Just then another series of bumps rattled the bus and Cody’s dick began to get hard. Oh no, not here, Cody prayed. The last thing that he wanted was for the other guys to see his boner. The boy was a bit immature and modest.

Phil and Mark were oblivious to what was going on with their co-defendants. Both had been harshly sentenced for their convictions on the rape and sexual abuse charges. Both had been sentenced to have their genitals cut off as punishment. Both young men tried to fantasize about the punishment. The doctor would first cinch an elastrator up over their balls and cut off their circulation. Their cocks were to be cut off with a laser scalpel, followed by their deadened testicles. It would be really painful, but a laser scalpel was relatively painless, they were told. Phil was rather enjoying the ride, as his cock was now hard and straining against the underside of his boxers. “Just a few more good bumps and that might be enough to cum”, he laughed at Mark. Mark didn’t even look at him. All that he could think of was how he was going to get even with the drug addict that had ruined his life who was seated next to him. All of a sudden, the bus began to slow, and turned right into a driveway framed with stone pillars, and blocked with a heavy gate.

The iron gate opened automatically, and the bus drove through it. Chris caught a glimpse of a sign. It read: Chester Jackson Camp, and underneath in smaller letters it also read: Treatment Center for Sexual Offenders. Chris knew all too well about the camp, as he had studied it in a criminal justice intro that he had taken as a freshman. He knew that the camp primarily punished and treated sexual offenders between the ages of 14 and 29. Older men were sent to prisons for older adults, and younger boys were exempt from such punishments. He had also read that sentences were usually quickly administered upon arrival at the camp, and he also knew that the camp was an independently owned and operated facility that was under contract with the State’s corrective justice agency. The other boys just stared out the windows, and the two worst offenders just stared at the floor. Finally after another 10 minute ride, several brick buildings appeared in the distance. There were two larger buildings connected by an indoor walkway, and several smaller buildings surrounded the larger ones. There was a large metal building that was separate with a truck dock facing the driveway, and there were about 25 cars in the lot.

The bus driver stopped just outside the northernmost of the large buildings. Uniformed guards came aboard the bus and unlocked and unloaded the prisoners one by one. Chris was the first to get off the bus. The guards briskly escorted him towards the front door of the building. Out of the corner of his eye he saw several inmates in white jumpsuits that appeared to be tending a garden. Once inside the building he was led down a hall to an open doorway. Through the door Chris could see that there was a long wooden bench mounted to the floor. Once inside it became apparent that these were holding cells, as the back and inside side walls were made out of steel mesh. Another prisoner was in the cell behind him, though the other prisoner was naked. When he turned around Chris realized that the other prisoner was missing his genitals. Chris suddenly got a really uneasy feeling in his abdomen. “Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into”, the boy thought.

The other co-defendants were brought in one by one. The two younger boys were put into the same cell with Chris, and the other two were put into the next cell over. When the last of them had been locked in a voice on the loudspeaker commanded them to strip off their shorts and shoes, and pile the clothes in the corner. Cody was very shy, and didn’t want to expose his young male organs to the other guys. He was still wearing has shorts when two big guards came in. One of them cruelly ripped Cody’s shorts off of him, and then squeezed his flaccid penis firmly. “You’ll learn to do as you are told”, the guard yelled at Cody, “or you’ll suffer the consequences”. The guard then let go of Cody’s male organ and addressed the 3 young men. Cody began to get a boner. It had been 6 days since he had last jacked himself off. The guards put one handcuff on each of the boy’s wrists, then lifted their arms high above their heads. The other end of each handcuff was then cuffed to a steel bar mounted 7 feet high. They were then told to spread their legs as the guards began to shave their pubic areas with electric trimmers. Cody had a rock hard boner when the guard grabbed it to shave his sack. He looked at his brother, who was awaiting his turn. His brother looked back with an expression of sadness. He then told Cody how sorry he was before the guard yelled at him to shut-up.

Over in the next cage the process was similar, except that the two young men had their pubic hair cut off with sharp scissors. Several times the sharp tip of the scissors was poked into the tender skin of their genitals, drawing blood. One time Phil complained and the guard said that he would give him something to complain about. Then the guard slapped Phil’s dick hard from underneath. The pain shot through Phil’s reddened penis. “Next time I’ll do it to your balls if you don’t shut-up” the guard yelled at his suspended, helpless victim. The treatment of Mark and Phil was much rougher than the treatment experienced by the other three boys. Finally the shaving and cutting was finished.

Then a nurse dressed all in white entered the first holding cell, and took digital photos of each of the young men’s faces and genitals. Another photo was taken of their genitals from behind between their spread legs. Then one of the guards returned and Chris’s cuffs were released from the steel bar, and then fastened together behind his back. Chris looked down at the other cell as an older man dressed in a suit photographed the other two young men with an older flashbulb equipped camera. When he was done with Mark he pressed the hot flashbulb to the tip of Mark’s penis. Mark screamed in pain as the tip of his cock was burned. Then the man did the same thing to Phil. The guard pushed Chris out the door and down the hall, totally naked, with his genital area exposed. He looked a lot younger without his pubic hair, Chris thought. And then he realized just how young poor Cody looked even with his pubic hair. He began to feel sorry for Cody.

At the end of the hall was a door marked Execution Chamber. The guard unlocked the door and pushed the naked young man through. Chris did a quick look around. It was a large brick room with a 16 foot ceiling and no windows. There were several strange machines on the floor including one that looked like the robot from an old TV show. There were several different sizes of iron anvils lined up against the wall, with red numbers painted on them. The number on the largest anvil was 150. Several pieces of three foot stainless steel round stock leaned against a corner, and Chris could see that there were several different diameters. Several large hammers were laid together on a table. A giant version of a spring-loaded mousetrap hung from a post, and Chris could see that it was covered in a red substance. A number of obvious torture instruments hung from the wall, as well as a large set of tree branch shears. From the ceiling a dozen sets of steel rings were suspended about 8 feet off of the floor. There was a stainless steel gurney with two 8 inch aluminum tubes attached to the sides of the one end and two rings set at the far corners, and the guard pushed the naked young man towards it. As he approached the gurney Chris could see many blood stains on the floor, and even on the legs of the gurney. The sight of the blood made Chris feel very uneasy in his abdomen.

Chapter Three: The Execution Chamber

Nineteen year old Chris was tied face-down naked to the stainless-steel gurney. His legs were restrained in the hinged tubular stocks that once closed immobilized him with his legs bent at his knees and spread wide apart. His wrists were bound spread above his head to the gurney. His unprotected genitals hung into space off of the edge of the table below him. Then a machine was wheeled into place behind him and to his right. The “Whipper”, as it was called, was a powerful machine with an axle that extended 3 feet out from the front. On the end of the axle a small chuck was mounted to securely fasten whips, canes, and other punishment devices to. In its jaws, a 5/8ths inch diameter spring steel bar was inserted, which was about 3 ft. long. (The steel cane used was half of the normal diameter of a punishment cane, but the Warden felt its use was justified in his punishment of the sexual offenders sent into his care by the State judicial system). The machine made a powerful 3/4 stroke. Then the two younger boys were brought in naked, and their wrists were stretched above their heads and handcuffed to the rings hanging from the ceiling so that they faced the left side of the table from 8 feet away. The object was to instill fear and revulsion in the other boys as they were made to watch the punishment of their co-defendants. And by now both younger boys were very afraid.

The Warden bent over and caressed Chris’s 6 inch circumcised penis and testicles. The young man’s male organ wasn’t all that big, at only an inch and a quarter in diameter, fully erect. Chris began to get excited as the Warden pulled his manhood back firmly and began to stroke it. “I wish that I could talk Jennifer into doing this”, he thought. Finally the Warden’s hand brought Chris to a powerful orgasm. After Chris had shot his load, the Warden then read Chris’s sentence. “For the crime of failure to immediately report the crime of sexual abuse to the police, as an adult, you have hereby been sentenced to genital caning. Your punishment is 12 strokes, and 6 months of incarceration. May God have mercy on your soul”, he said. His penis was then pushed through a loop of plastic that was then tightened by the Warden, securing the top of his penis tight to the edge of the bottom of the table by its head. With that the Warden set the machine to 75% power, (a higher than normal setting for adult first offenders), and set the timing for a stroke every 10 seconds. Finally the executioner stepped into his booth and flipped the switch.

The machine roared to life. There was a whistling noise followed by a loud crack. Chris screamed at the top of his lungs. An ugly red welt appeared on the back side of his penis, along the urethra. !0 seconds later came another stroke. Again Chris screamed and this time blood began to flow from his wounded penis. His scrotum had begun to turn a bright shade of red. The pain from his testicles was almost unimaginable. Again the cane flew into his genitals, and again, and again. After the 6th stroke, his urethra was punctured. Blood was spattered all over his legs and abdomen. On the 9th stroke, his wounded scrotum was split open from bottom to top, and his testicles fell out. The executioner stopped the machine, and then he and his assistant grabbed his fallen testicles and held them out to the side as the last three strokes really made a mess of Chris’s manhood. Finally it was over, as blood gushed from his battered male organs.

The Warden pulled the machine back, and the doctor rendered first aid to Chris’s genitals, which had been ripped apart by the caning. His testicles were re-implanted in his scrotum, and his scrotum was sewn shut. The doctor tried valiantly to sew up Chris’s cock. It took 80 stitches to close the wounds to the urethra on the backside of Chris’s penis. The head had a deep cut which required 18 more stitches. His testicles were black and blue, and so was his penis. The doctor applied an antibiotic cream, but realized that it would be a couple of weeks or more yet, before it could be ascertained with certainty whether Chris’s penis could be saved. The doctor felt sorry for Chris as he injected his shaft and scrotum with seven shots of Novocain. The two guards loosened Chris’s bonds, and he was dragged around to the right side of the table. His wrists were then handcuffed to two rings that hung from the ceiling. Occasional drops of blood still dripped from his damaged genitals as he was strung-up and forced to watch the punishment of his co-defendants. Next up was 17 year-old Tony, as his younger brother Cody was also made to watch from the opposite side of the table. Young Cody cringed at the sight of Chris’s battered and bloodied genitals from across the table.

The Warden read Tony’s sentence. “Because you are 17 years old, you will be paddled on your genitals instead of being caned”, he said, plus receive only 90 days of incarceration. “Your crime was fairly severe, and I’m surprised that the judge allowed you to keep your penis. Any sexual misbehavior in this institution will be severely punished”, Warden Jackson told the youth, as he caressed the boy’s genitals, slowly and surely, to an erection. The Warden continued to masturbate Tony’s 6 & 1/2 inch circumcised cock until he came all over the floor. “You are hereby sentenced to 10 strokes at 50% power, the standard power setting for older juveniles”, the Warden said. The guards finished tying Tony in place, and the executioner changed out the Warden’s favorite steel cane for a large hard rubber paddle that was 3 inches wide by an inch thick, and unknown to Tony, the paddle was strengthened by two 1/4 inch steel dowels running inside of the length of it. After setting the machine the executioner pushed the start button. Tony screamed as the heavy paddle smacked his genitals hard. The pain is his testicles shot through his abdomen like lightning. His urethra felt like it was being burned. Again he was struck, and then again. His penis was already turning blue and dark red. Smack, smack, and smack again, the machine continued its relentless pace. Blood began to flow from his damaged penis, as the skin over the urethra and head was ripped apart. Finally the beating was over. The doctor applied the antibiotic cream and gave Tony a couple of Novocain injections in his penis and another in his scrotum before the guards cuffed his hands to a couple of rings hanging down from the roof. He was tied naked right next to Chris, whose badly beaten and still bleeding genitals added to Tony’s revulsion. Cody couldn’t bear the sight and began to cry again.

Lastly it was Tony’s little brother’s turn. The crying 15 year old boy was led to the table and strapped in face down, with his young soft genitals dangling helplessly behind him. The Warden read his sentence. “You have been sentenced to be paddled 8 strokes on your genitals, with 30 days of incarceration. Because of your age and limited culpability, it is so ordered that your testicles will be protected in a hard ball case, and Judge Gray has also agreed to suspend a portion of your sentence for the remorse that you showed before sentencing. Accordingly, four of the 8 strokes are suspended, as is all of your incarceration. Please try to stay out of trouble, as any future offense could have these four strokes & the time added to them”, the Warden said. Cody brightened considerably as he realized that his teenage balls wouldn’t be beaten black and blue. The warden then turned the power down to 40%, and the protective ball box was fastened around Cody’s young balls and was stretched upwards out of harm’s way. And then the executioner started the machine, and young Cody’s erect penis was struck 4 times, causing moderate bruising, a couple of small skin lesions over his urethra, and just a couple of small cuts on the head of his penis. The warden then inspected and stroked Cody’s bruised young cock, using a handful of the antibiotic cream. Cody became rock hard as the youngster began to wonder if he was gay. He was worried that he was enjoying having the tough old Warden stroke his painfully abused cock. First a bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his circumcised 5 & 1/2 inch cock. Then poor Cody couldn’t control himself, as a sudden spasm strained his young cock head against the warden’s hand. Cody shot a thin rope of cum at least 3 feet out of his tortured prick, then another and another. “Just stay out of here”, the warden warned Cody, because in here, I’m in control, and if you ever get sent here again, I guarantee that it will be much worse for you”. The doctor then gave Cody a pain injection in his cock too. Cody was then tied next to his brother and Chris, with his arms over his head and then forced to watch the punishment of Phil and Mark. The youngster was horrified as he looked at his brother’s and Chris’s tortured genitals. Both of the other young men’s genitals were beaten black and blue, and blood continued to drip off of the head of Chris’s battered penis. Cum continued to drip out of Cody’s bruised member as Mark was brought into the execution chamber. Cody wished that he was home and had never even gone up to see his brother at the college that weekend.

Chapter Four: Torture and Nullification as Punishment

Then it was Phil and Mark’s turn. First 19 year old Mark was strapped into place face down on the gurney though his left hand was left untied. Then the warden wheeled a cart with a vertical roulette wheel attached to it next to the table. The warden announced that Mark was sentenced to be nullified for the crime of forcible rape and sexual battery, and would suffer 5 to 8 years of incarceration too. Mark noticed that the roulette wheel had 12 different spaces on it, and each space had an ugly sounding phrase written on it. One space had the words “railroad flare” printed in it. Another space had the words “high-voltage stretching” in it, in another space the phrase “barrel drop” was contained, and another had the words “acid bath” in it. Another space said “mousetrap”, and another read “guard dog”. Still another read “tree trimmer”, and another read “hammered”. The warden pushed the roulette wheel up against the left side of the table so that the captive audience could see it. The warden told Mark to give the wheel a spin. Mark spun the wheel with all of his might. As it was still spinning a guard cuffed Mark’s left hand high above his head. It began to slow down and stopped on the space containing the words “automatic robot”. The warden told Mark that his genitals would be ripped-out of his body by the robot after his balls were cut out of his scrotum. He told Mark not to worry, as this particular punishment isn’t as painful as some of them. “The machine uses a laser cutter”, and “its automatic after the switch is thrown”, he told the frightened young man. “Automatic that you are going to lose your genitals”, he added, as he laughed and made an evil grin. The Warden so enjoyed torturing his young victims with his words.

The “automatic robot” was wheeled into position. It was a mechanical device that sort of looked like the robot on an old TV show. The robot awoke as the switch was turned on and extended a mechanical arm under Mark’s throbbing cock. Attached to the arm was a metal ring that was slid up just beyond the head of Mark’s 7 inch cock, which the robot tightened with air pressure. Then the arm pulled hard downwards, forcefully stretching Mark’s erection. Mark yelped as his love stick was so roughly handled. Another arm extended from the robot, which then spread Mark’s balls, using a spreader bar made from a U-shaped piece of stainless steel, about 5 inches long and made from 1 inch round stock. There was a gap between the two sides of the spreader bar about an inch wide. It almost looked like some kind of tuning fork. It was pressed hard against Mark’s urethra, and as the other mechanical arm continued to apply stretching force to his cock, the fork-like spreader bar widely separating his balls. Another arm extended into position, and a then it lifted a small device that looked like an ink pen with an electrical cord attached to one end, and positioned it behind Mark’s balls and outstretched penis.

The laser cutting tool made a clean slice up the center of the spreader bar, centered over his urethra, from 2 & 1/2 inches above his anus right up the back of his penis. Then the spreader bar was pulled away from his shredded sack by the machine. His testicles fell out of his split-open scrotum as Mark screamed from the shock. A small door then opened on the front of the machine. The automatic robot then scooped-up Mark’s freed testicles and placed them inside the front of the robot, whereupon the door came down, trapping his testicles within a small compartment in the front of the robot. The robot then removed the cock ring from his shaft and applied a milking machine to his erect penis. Mark forgot about the pain in his testicles as he found that the action of the milking machine was highly erotic. His cock muscles tightened, and Mark came like a racehorse, over and over. His cum was sucked-up through a hose into the machine, and deposited into a couple of large vials, to be saved in a sperm bank for his future use. Then the robot removed the sleeve of the milking machine. Cum continued to ooze from Mark’s cock.

A five inch long metal sleeve with a 3/4” ridge running lengthwise was then slid over his still erect penis by the machine’s mechanical arm. Three small steel cables, one near either end of the sleeve, and another in the middle of the steel sleeve, were tightened into place around his shaft by wingnuts, then the inside of the sleeve was inflated with air pressure. Mark’s erect penis was fully encased in the sleeve and strained against the cables. Mark felt like his penis was being crushed, and torn into at the same time. Then an eyelet through the center of the ridge on the sleeve was attached to a large ring on the end of a heavy cable behind the young man. The cable ran to a cable drum inside of the robot’s midsection which was powered by a large electric motor. Then his encased penis was pulled back halfway, and the laser cutting tool made a cut which started on the left side of the backside of the root of his erect penis, below his scrotum and went across to the right side of his penis root. Mark screamed as the laser cut 1/2 of an inch deep into the sides and urethra of the root of his penis about 2 & 1/2 inches above his anus. Another deep cut was made around from the left side of his penis, starting at the scrotum, to the right side in the same spot, going around the top side of the root of his straining member. And then the Warden told Mark that once his cock had been ripped off that his testicles would also be crushed by the robot. The warden also told Mark that his urethra would be relocated above his anus to make urination while seated easier. Mark quivered in horror, waiting helplessly, for the robot to automatically commence his punishment.

The warden signaled the executioner, who flipped the switch. A recording of a rocket launch countdown played out of speakers in the ceiling, as a loud humming noise filled the execution chamber. The narrator said, “Five, four, three, two, one, launch”, then the robot’s cable drum slowly started to turn. Mark began to whimper then yell as the tension on his erect cock began to increase. The scene from the rape where he kicked his prostate victim’s crotch and tits after Phil had burned her pubic hair off, played out in his head over & over. “Why did I have to be so dumb and go along”, Mark thought, as his cock was slowly stretched out behind him. His erection was now being pulled by a continuously increasing mechanical force 180 degrees backwards from its normal position against his abdomen, which hurt worse every second. Mark screamed as the root of his penis was suddenly ripped backwards and outwards a couple of inches right through the surrounding muscle, which had been cut into by the laser scalpel. Slowly the winch tightened and stretched Mark’s penis out of his root area. The warden made some crass comment about how long Mark’s cock had become. Cody and Tony couldn’t bear to watch any longer and closed their eyes, and Cody again started to cry, but Chris seemed fascinated and couldn’t look away from the scene. Blood started to spurt from the cut the laser had made below Mark’s damaged scrotum. Mark screamed as a muscle popped within his penis, the head of which was now purple. Another muscle tore away with an audible ripping sound, and then Mark’s penis was torn from his body right where the lower laser cut had been made. It was torn off by force exactly 2 & 1/2 inches above Mark’s anus. Blood began to gush from the root of his torn off member. Just at the point when his penis was severed, a hydraulic ram within the robot’s abdomen crushed his testicles flat. Mark passed-out from the pain. His smashed testicles were then sliced off with a knife blade mounted within the door on the machine. At this point the mechanical arm pulled a red-hot iron out of a sleeve on the machine’s side and cauterized Mark’s stump. Mark was left with a one inch blackened stump of his penis root that stuck straight out from his penis’s lower root area 2 & 1/2 inches above his anus. The force employed to tear off Mark’s penis was obvious in the injuries to his gravely wounded stump. Several blood vessels and his urethra extended an inch or two out of the stump.

The doctor worked feverishly to save Mark. His stump was trimmed after the doctor gave Mark several pain injections and worked to stop the bleeding. The doctor cut-off the blackened flesh and several torn pieces of muscle were also trimmed off. The doctor used a scalpel to cut off what remained of Mark’s urethra and inserted a small tube into the opening, which he then glued into place, so that Mark could urinate. The doctor cauterized the cords that had attached Mark’s testicles to his body and inserted them back into his damaged scrotum. The doctor then sewed the split halves of Mark’s scrotum together and then stretched his scrotum upwards and sewed it to the skin of his abdomen right where the laser cuts around the former base of his penis had been made. Finally he stretched the scrotum downwards and sewed it around the base of the stump of Mark’s penis. When he was finished the doctor liberally applied antibiotic cream to the injured area. The gurney with Mark still tied to it was wheeled out of the execution chamber just as another gurney with Phil tied face down with his legs spread wide was brought in and parked right in front of Chris, Tony and Cody, who were still handcuffed naked to the rings hanging from the ceiling. Both Chris’s & Tony’s genitals were completely black & blue, and Chris wavered in and out of consciousness, while young Cody’s penis was turning a dark shade of red. Phil’s 18 year-old genitals dangled helplessly down below his crotch. Like the other boys, he had been shaved smooth and looked much younger. The warden began to caress Phil’s penis, which quickly rose to an erect length of 6 & 1/2 inches. Phil shrieked as the Warden slapped the young man’s cock to a raging erection with his hand, and then pulled the boy’s manhood back hard behind his prostrate victim.

The Warden then pushed the roulette wheel up against the left side of the gurney and Phil’s left hand was released. Phil spun the wheel and then his left hand was again cuffed above his head. The wheel stopped on “high-voltage stretching”. The Warden then pulled a small deck of cards out of his pocket and made Phil pick one. The card that Phil picked had the words “Traction, 75 lbs.” on it. The warden then read Phil’s sentence. “You have been convicted of possession of cocaine, rape, and sexual torture. Because you are the most culpable, and your crimes are the most severe, you have been sentenced to have your genitals torn off of your body after your genitals have been badly damaged by electrocution. If you survive your punishment, you are hereby also sentenced to 8 to 12 years of incarceration. Your punishment is to be videotaped, and copies of the tape are to be distributed to schools and other groups. It is my hope is that the severity of your punishment will deter others”, the Warden said. Phil could only cringe in horror as the Warden wheeled the video camera cart into place and pushed the record button.

The executioner wheeled the milking machine up between the condemned young man’s legs. The sleeve was lubed and forced over the young man’s shaft. Again the young man found the milking action highly pleasurable and soon copious shots of cum exploded out of his young penis, though his semen just splashed across the floor instead of being collected, as Mark’s had. “Because of your conviction for sexual torture, your sperm won’t be saved”, the Warden explained to the wide-eyed young man. Then the Warden handed a cock and ball harness to the executioner, who fastened Phil’s genitals tightly within. This particular harness had a bare steel cable that contacted the skin which ran around the root of the penis. Several rings adorned the outside of the harness, and the center ring also contacted the imbedded cable. A secondary piece of hardware looked like a rubber sack lined with steel screen, with 2 different small rings fastened to the outside of the bag. The executioner tightened the sack around Phil’s testicles so hard that Phil screamed in pain. That pain wasn’t nearly as bad as the pain of having the large toothed clamp tightened really tight over the last 3 inches of his cock however. Then three lengths of 3/8ths inch steel cable were fastened to the three different attachment points, one on each of the harnesses. The guards then brought in a 12 ft long 6” x 6” post and set it into a hole in the floor 10 feet directly behind the young man’s secured genitals.

The post had 3 groups of 3 pulleys attached to it. There was a lower set just 3 feet off of the floor facing the punishment gurney, then a 2nd set at the top of the post, and a 3rd set on the other side of the top attached to a heavy 4” x 6” board that was braced and hung out one foot away off of the top of the post. Three feet down on the far side of the post there was a small braced shelf attached to the post which was about 1 ft. wide by 8 inches deep. The three different steel cables were then fed under the first set of pulleys, and then up and over the next two sets. Finally the executioner grabbed the anvil marked 75, and, using a small step-ladder, set it up on the shelf about 7 feet off of the floor. The 3 cables had to be slightly stretched to tie them to a ring set in the top of the anvil, pulling young Phil’s erect penis back from his abdomen about 45 degrees. Lastly three electrodes were tied one each to the three attachment points. One wire went to the clamp on the end of Phil’s erect cock, another went to the sack on his balls, and the 3rd went to the harness around the root of his penis and scrotum. A 4th electrode was mounted to a small toothed clamp, which was fastened tightly to the root of the young man’s penis just above his anus. Then the guards pushed the generator into place and the four electrodes were connected, two positive and two negative. The 3 naked & abused boys watched the castration opera unfold. “It seems like an awful lot of work” Cody thought. His brother wondered what it was going to feel like to have his genitals stretched by so much weight. Tony knew that electricity wasn’t pleasant as he had been shocked once by 120 volt household current. He wondered what it would feel like applied to his penis. Chris could only think about the dull pain in his own genitals, which had started to come back. He was frightened when he looked down and saw the many blood spots on the floor directly under his crotch. Phil could only imagine what was going on and wait helplessly.

At last the set-up was finished. The executioner set the dials on the generator for 240 volts DC and 60 amps, and stood behind the machine. He then started the generator, and a loud whining noise filled the execution chamber. Phil looked around and made eye-contact with each of his trussed-up co-defendants. He could see the pain in Chris’s eyes, and watched as blood dripped slowly off of Chris’s now flaccid badly damaged cock. He looked at Tony, and saw that Tony too was wincing as the pain of his bruising was returning. When he looked at Cody, the boy looked away. Cody’s penis was doing a little dance. The other boy’s damaged genitals seemed to be hanging very low and were badly bruised. He could see the stitches on Chris’s ball sack, which was beaten almost black. Phil was yanked back to reality by the Warden’s gruff voice. The same rocket countdown began to play in the background. As the countdown hit launch the executioner yanked on a cord attached to the top of the post, and the shelf holding the anvil collapsed as the safety pin came out. Phil screamed in terror and pain as his sweet young sexual organs were harshly yanked back hard behind him by the 75 lb. weight of the anvil falling over a foot from its perch, so hard that he felt something pop and felt a stabbing pain at the base of his cock. Another countdown was then started at five. “Four, three, two, one, Launch”, the narrator said. The pain from the sudden traumatic stretch of his genitals was still fresh in the young man’s mind when suddenly a new much different and much more intense problem burst into his young brain.

As the countdown hit launch, the executioner flipped the switch to run the voltage through the electrodes. Phil screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt a severe burning pain rush through the entire length of his erect penis. He also felt a violent buzzing sensation. At the same time it felt like his testicles had been kicked by a horse, except that every second the pain in his testicles got worse. Now the burning, buzzing pain was accompanied by a feeling of heat. It felt like his genitals and anus were becoming hotter and hotter. He continued to scream at the top of his lungs as it felt like his genitals were cooking in his own skin. Chris had by now lost consciousness from his pain again, but Tony and Cody were subjected to a horrible sight. Steam was beginning to rise from between Phil’s legs. Phil was jerking against his bonds, which had started to cut into both of his wrists. The boys couldn’t block out Phil’s screams of severe pain as his genitals were slowly cooked by the high-voltage. Cody shut his eyes and began to cry again. Tony began to realize that Phil’s genitals were beginning to stretch away from his body. Phil continued to scream in severe pain when suddenly, after several minutes of continuous high-voltage genital electrical torture, Phil lost control of his bowels. The odor of the product of his rectum wafted up at the suspended young men. Chris regained consciousness to a horrible sight. Phil’s steaming and smoking genitals were stretched behind him a full foot when there was a sudden jerk followed by Phil’s blackened and smoking balls flying away from his body. This was followed quickly by Phil’s penis being stretched to twice its normal erect length by the hanging weight of the 75 lb anvil. Phil continued to scream as his penis began to stretch and was suddenly ripped-out of his body just a couple of inches above his anus. The noise of the anvil hitting the floor was followed by the executioner shutting down the generator. Phil continued to scream as the Doctor rushed in to help. The doctor performed several injections into the young man’s torn and ruptured groin, but noticed that the boy’s urethra had torn off deep inside his lower abdomen, just as Phil lost control of his bladder. The Warden turned to the three suspended, still naked boys and chuckled, “I guess that we’ll just have to call him Philly from now on”. Very funny, Tony thought to himself, in a sarcastic manner.

The doctor put all of his knowledge into trying to save young Phil’s life. (If the automatic robot was one of the less-painful ways to become a eunuch, the electric stretch was one of the most painful and sadistic methods employed in the administration of justice at the prison). Phil was quickly wheeled away to emergency surgery. The doctor angrily castigated the Warden. He wanted to know if the tearing torture of the young man’s roasted genitals was really necessary. I don’t know if I can save him or not, the doctor yelled as he rushed out of the execution chamber after his young patient. The Warden turned to the other 3 still suspended inmates and he scowled, “that’s what he gets for torturing that poor girl. An eye for an eye is what the good book says”. He then walked over to Chris and yanked and twisted Chris’s damaged penis. Chris screamed as the Warden told him that “if you ever come back here I’ll personally destroy your cock as painfully as possible”. He then grabbed Tony’s bruised organ, and first slapped and then twisted it, and was rewarded with more screaming from its tortured owner. He then fondled Cody to another orgasm, before kicking the poor 15 year old in the balls. Cody screamed and lost consciousness. Satisfied, the Warden strode back to his office with the video tape. The victim would get the 2nd copy, after the one that he would keep in his private stash, to enjoy with the many other tapes again and again. The Warden so loved the look that unbridled fear and severe genital pain brought to a much younger male’s face. It put him in ecstasy. The many images of the poor young men and boys painfully loosing their genitals had climaxed him so many times before, he thought to himself.

Chapter Five: Cellblock

The three young male victims were cut down and were given booster pain injections by a nurse. Then their handcuffs were fastened behind their backs and they were marched down the hall, their injured genitals prominently displayed. At the room where they had first been forced to strip and were shorn of their pubic hair, the nurse removed Cody’s handcuffs and told him to go in and put his street clothes on. He was then told to wait for her to come back. Chris and Tony were marched naked through the cellblock to the whistles and catcalls of the naked inmates. “You boys are so cute”, one grizzled veteran told them. Another tough older guy told Tony that he would enjoy fucking his tight asshole sometime. An obviously gay eunuch carrying a folded white jumpsuit intentionally brushed his left hand against Tony’s cock as he walked by. Then the boys were pushed into their cells. Chris was led into the first cell and his cuffs were removed. Another naked young man was sitting on the edge of his bed with his bruised genitals dangling. Chris could see the stitches in his ball sack. The other young man cupped his own genitals and slowly rose. He asked Chris to be allowed to look at the extent of the young man’s injuries. Chris sat on the corner of the bed and began to cry. His new cellmate, John, a 25 year old medical student, gingerly lifted Chris’s penis and saw that a number of the stitches had already been torn out by the Warden’s last grab. He yelled down the hall for the nurse to take Chris to the infirmary. John quickly grabbed the pain relieving antibiotic gel and soothed some into Chris’s badly injured and aching prick. John lifted his own cock to reveal where his own stitches had been, and told Chris that it had been 6 weeks already and to just hang in there, whatever happens. John told Chris that he would “watch his back”. Chris laid back and tried to sleep, but the dull pain in his poor cock kept him awake. “Why didn’t I call the police”, he wondered. “This was so unnecessary”, he cried. “I didn’t do anything”, he told John. “That’s what all of you guys say” the nurse said from outside the cell door. She looked at Chris’s torn-out stitches and then hurriedly led him off to the infirmary, not even bothering to take the time to handcuff him. At least the medical staff was concerned about the health of his battered genitals, Chris thought. As they left John lubed his own stick with the antibiotic gel and brought his bruised erection to a raging orgasm, which he had so missed for so long. Then he thought back to his caning and his conviction for sexual harassment.

The nurse opened Tony’s cell door and removed his handcuffs. Another naked prisoner was laying face-up on his bed with his legs spread really wide and hanging off both sides of the bed. Tony glanced at the dark-haired young man’s crotch. He had no genitals, but did have heavy blistering and blackening of his legs and crotch. Tony looked at his face as the young man sat up. A couple of tears rolled down the other young man’s face as he told a sad story of a relationship gone sour. He had just turned 18 when his 16 year old ex- girlfriend’s parents turned him in for breaking-up with the girl. Tony asked how the burns had happened and the other young man sobbed, “the Warden tied a railroad flare to my dick and turned it into an overcooked hot dog, three weeks ago yesterday”. Tony hugged his sobbing cellmate, then winced as he sat down and told the story of the weekend that his little brother had come up to the college to visit, and of the girls that his roommates had brought home. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and after that I got my little brother and tried to get him out of a bad situation, Tony said. “And for not calling the cops right away I got 10 strokes with the paddle and my 15 year old brother got 4 strokes”, he said. The other young man continued to cry. He said, “the Warden destroyed my sexual organs because I was 14 months older than my old girlfriend, and the only sex that I’ll ever be able to enjoy now is by getting raped”. Tony began to realize just how lucky he really was. After the bruises healed, even if his bunghole was stretched to a couple of sizes larger by the older men, he would still have a functional cock. Tony climbed onto his own bed and tears of pain mixed with tears of joy began to flow. 90 days would go by in such a short time. And then he would be free.

After he had finished dressing, the guards then led Cody out of the prison to the public room, and into the waiting arms of his sobbing mother. Cody’s big weekend at the college was finally over. Now he just had to be very careful and stay out of trouble. He kept hearing the Warden’s stern warning in his head, and every time that he thought of the day’s events he felt his genitals squirm and the terrible stinging in his penis. He never wanted to be alone with his brother again. His bruises and cuts quickly healed, but the fear of that day stayed with Cody for years to come. There were some that questioned his manliness, but if only they really knew, Cody thought. Other people’s thoughts didn’t bother him. What bothered him was all of the fear leading up to that terrible ordeal, and all of the suffering inflicted by the evil Warden. And Cody was never going to allow himself to be put into such a situation ever again. He would just play it safe. It just wasn’t worth taking the risk. Cody’s fears of the possible consequences of any criminal mistakes have continued to plague him long after any signs of his punishment had healed.

Chapter Six: Aftermath and Redemption

Jennifer arrived at her friend Christa’s parent’s home, where Christa had been staying ever since her rape and torture at the hands of those drunken college boys two months earlier. The welts and bruises across her young breasts were finally beginning to heal, though her pubic area was still heavily scarred from having her pubic hair burned off with the flammable hairspray that Phil had sprayed all over her crotch. Her doctor still didn’t know if she would ever regain any feeling in her burned and blistered clitoris. She had never slept very well since her ordeal. Christa’s dad greeted Jennifer at the door. Once she was inside she handed him the mail, which included a large padded envelope. Christa’s dad opened the large envelope and exclaimed “its here”. A few minutes later he put the video into the player in his daughter’s bedroom, and the three of them watched it together. The sentencing at the trial was the first part, followed by the entire torture and castration of Phil. The doctor’s tirade directed at the Warden and the final abuse of the three young men at the Warden’s hand was also included, and lastly an obituary for poor 18 year-old Phil was included, who had died of massive blood loss, blood and urine poisoning, and shock on the operating table, shortly after his genital organs had been brutally electrocuted and forcibly torn from his body without anesthesia in the name of sadistic justice. Christa’s dad bowed his head, then griped that he couldn’t believe that such a brutal punishment was necessary or even considered, and that now he felt horrible for what the young man was put through. Jennifer also thought that what had been inflicted on “that poor boy” was “inhumane”. And then Christa’s dad turned to ask his daughter what she had thought, and noticed that she had fallen into a deep sleep, maybe her first good deep sleep since that evil weekend up at the college. He pulled the tape out of the video player and he and Jennifer tip-toed out of his sleeping daughter’s room.

Christa’s dad then locked the tape away in his safe, and only showed it once again, to Phil’s grief-stricken parents, just before they filed a lawsuit against the State, for the State allowing a known sadist to sexually destroy and murder their teenage son using an aberrant and torturous non-approved punishment method for his own personal sexual pleasure, under contract in the name of State justice. Phil’s parents are seeking $100 million in compensatory damages and triple punitive damages. Their legal staff has all been donated from the upper echelon of legal corporate America. Their story has flooded the airwaves and cable talk shows. The topic is the current rage of our Nation.

Follow-up: Nine Months Later

The case involving the sexual torture of poor 18 year old sexual offender Phil Williams is now in the Appellate Court, as the State has lost the first round. The trial court was never able to put a value on the aberrant sadistic sexual destruction and murder of an 18 year-old sex offender by Warden Jackson, who had been contracted to perform sexual punishment and rehabilitation services in the name of State justice. The trial court had let stand the full amount demanded by the claimant’s attorneys without comment. The Warden had committed suicide after his secret library of teenage and young adult genital torture and genital snuff movies, was discovered covered in his own semen. In his personal agony over Phil’s death, the camp doctor had finally exposed his boss to the right people. “The State had the right to ask for the young man’s castration for his crimes, but the State-approved castration method is much less painful and virtually always survivable”, the doctor was quoted as saying. And he said, “the young man had been forced to die a horrible death after horrible torture because of the willful disregard for his safety by the State”. (The camp doctor has been granted immunity from prosecution, though he has since been stripped of his license to practice medicine).

The evil Warden’s sadistic punishments and sexual proclivities were well known in the State’s justice and corrections communities. Why corrective steps weren’t taken years earlier is a complete mystery which it appears now will cost the State an immense amount of money. Phil’s parents have already publicly pledged a large portion of the proceeds of their lawsuit to a humanities scholarship up at the college in their son’s name. And they have promised to pay for Mark’s penile implant surgery when he gets out of the jail. Tony has become the closest of friends with his eunuch former cellmate, who also is scheduled to have penile implant surgery this fall, also paid for by Phil’s parent’s benevolence. Emotional healing from the sadistic abuse that was inflicted upon these young men so tortured has so far been a long and slow process, however. It is the fear of many involved in the discussion that it could take many years for the many young men so abused in the name of justice to heal emotionally and psychologically. Many questions have been raised in the professional treatment community over PTSD and the long-term psychological consequences for those who have suffered such violent abuse as punishment. We as a Nation may be looking at many years of subsequent consequences in our search for the perfect punishment to fit the crime of sexual abuse.

Postscript: Five Years Later

Chris Mason and John Jacobs have firmly established the criminal rights advocacy group Prison not Pain, which is seeking to ban castration and sexual torture as punishment for sex crimes, and to compensate the many victims of the Warden Jackson’s sadistic brand of justice. Jennifer and Christa have now joined them, as has Christa’s father. To hear Chris tell the story of how he almost lost his penis to the sadistic Warden on the flimsiest of charges is gut-wrenching. So too are the stories of Phil’s violent sexual abuse at the hands of the sadistic Warden as related by Phil’s victim’s father, and John’s brutal genital caning for the “crime” of sexual harassment. Both Chris and John have performed well above the ordinary call of duty in their fight to share the stories of the men and boys so abused in the name of State justice, and both men have worked tirelessly to bring some measure of justice to the evil Warden’s victims. Their group has so far been successful in the softening or outright repeal of the laws of a dozen States regarding the punishment of young and adult sexual offenders. Even several foreign countries have been persuaded to outlaw torture as a result of Chris and John’s efforts. And now they have been nominated for a Nobel Prize in the Social Justice category. And this author isn’t the only one who thinks that these fine young men have a virtual lock on the Nobel Prize, judging by the many accolades printed in many respected foreign and national papers and scientific journals. They are certainly well-respected worldwide.

Their group has managed to keep the story in the forefront of worldwide discussion for over four years now. They will be speaking up at the college on Saturday night at the dedication of the brand-new $35 million Phillip J. Williams Performing Arts Center, where a bronze bust of the facility’s namesake will be unveiled. If you don’t have a ticket I recently saw some on a ticket broker’s website but be prepared to pay 4 or 5 times the face value of $50 for a balcony seat to hear these great men and the stories of the many victims of sadistic justice in America. I will be there to honor these two greatest of men. You should be there too. The event is Saturday night at 8:00 PM in Williams Auditorium up at the college, and should be a gala black-tie affair attended by many captains of industry and government. These brave men and their organization deserve the fullest support that our community can give them. The sadistic sexual torture of those convicted of sexual crimes must be ended so that our Nation, our communities, and the many victims of a misguided, deviant, and vengeful, State correction policy can begin to heal.

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One week ago the dedication of the new $35 million Phillip J. Williams Performing Arts Center was a stunning event. The 3,944 seat venue was filled to capacity with a black-tie crowd of business and industry leaders, and a number of local, State, and Federal government officials were also in attendance. The Dean of the City College opened the event and introduced the two youthful Directors of the offender’s rights group Prison not Pain. They led the sellout crowd through their mission followed by their stories. They then introduced the crowd to seven new victims of sadistic justice, each of whom gave a short presentation, which each time brought some in the crowd to weep and ended with standing ovations. Each of the new victims was in turn brought to tears by the crowd’s accolade. It was a very powerful, supportive, and emotion-laden evening.

Director Chris Mason and co-Director John Jacobs then welcomed our Senator Robert Jefferson and our State Governor George Kelley to the stage. Senator Jefferson told the crowd about his new Federal bill to outlaw sexual torture as punishment for those convicted of sexual crimes. His bill is widely supported and the President has indicated that he will sign it when the bill reaches his desk. Then Governor Kelley welcomed the leaders of both State Houses to the stage. Governor Kelley was then presented with an official bill, which he immediately signed, outlawing the torture of prisoners in our State in the name of justice, and authorizing the immediate closure of all nine State youth and adult sexual treatment centers, and cutting by half all sentences at such facilities. Then Governor Kelley presented the two founders of the PnP Group with a plaque, signed by all 144 State legislators and both the Governor and the Lieutenant Governor, recognizing their meritorious service to the State and its people. The two Directors then received a one minute standing ovation. Our Governor still had a couple of tricks up his sleeve though, as he awarded the two young Directors a check, drawn on the Governor’s own personal account, in the amount of $100,000, made out to the PnP Group. The Governor then announced $50 million in initial funding for a program designed to help the many victims of abusive punishment deal with emotional problems. Co-Directors Chris Mason and John Jacobs were momentarily stunned by the bequest, and again the crowd rewarded them with a long standing ovation after a heartfelt speech thanking the Governor.

The next event was the unveiling of a bronze bust of Phillip J. Williams, the namesake of the new auditorium. The local sculptor who designed the statue was there, and so were Mr. and Mrs. Williams, whose generous contributions enabled the construction of the new venue. Mrs. Williams was observed with tears running down her cheeks after the cover over the bust was removed, to reveal a life-size bust of her son made from his high school graduation photo. An especially poignant moment was when PnP Treasurer, Christa Sterling, Phillip’s accuser, walked up to the statue and hugged it, with tears streaming down her face. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. She profusely apologized to Phillip with her arms around the statue, and begged his forgiveness. Then she and Mrs. Williams hugged, and many in attendance wept also. Phillip’s father then hugged Miss Sterling, as did Chris Mason and his wife Jennifer, as another long ovation ensued.

After the dedication one more surprise awaited the two young founders, as three unknown men wearing formal tuxedos with tails and top hats climbed the stage stairs. They then presented the two founders of the PnP Group with the Nobel Prize for Social Justice after giving a speech. The crowd was again driven to a long standing ovation. Chris and John both gave acceptance speeches, each followed by additional ovations. The night then drew to a close with the playing of the group’s theme song, played with great feeling by the City College orchestra. The two founders then came down from the stage and each went up an aisle, where they were given many handshakes and hugs.

The event was the grandest event that this city has hosted in many years. The new Performing Arts Center is an astounding facility. The architecture is Greek revival, with a dozen huge stone columns holding up the front, and a giant granite dome over the arena seating bowl, and will graciously complement the other stone buildings at the college. The interior is first class, with a deep bowl and a large balcony. The acoustics were computer-designed. Already more than two dozen events are booked at the new facility. The new venue will draw events that this city has not hosted in some time. Civic and business leaders are quite excited about the new venue, and this last week several improvements were proposed for our local airport in an attempt to boost commercial air-carrier traffic. Our city has now joined the big leagues of the performing arts world.

The event raised over $1.2 million in additional funding for the Prisons not Pain Group through Friday noon. At 1:30 PM Friday afternoon it was then announced that Mr. and Mrs. Williams would match the total contributions through next Friday at 5:00 PM. Total contributions received by Saturday afternoon have increased mare than five-fold since the announcement by the Williams Foundation. Contributions have poured in from all over the world, including from the British Royal Family and the French, Russian, & Japanese Governments. The Canadian government sent $2 million, to lead international donations. If you have ever wanted to donate to a worthy cause, now would be a good time.

I for one would give it all back if we could give young Phillip his life back. There are many, many people worldwide that owe this brave young man their deepest gratitude. A whole number of people’s lives have been forever changed, and many others will no longer have to go through the fear and pain that young Phillip and his parents have been forced to endure. A kinder and gentler way of looking at ourselves and those who have offended us has emerged from the sacrifices endured by this young man and others. Chris and John at the PnP Group deserve our greatest appreciation for their tireless work.

A tremendous amount of progress has been made; yet much more work remains to be accomplished, and many more lives remain to be saved.

Thank-you in advance for your support. Contributions to the PnP Group may be made at this newspaper, or at any NewsGroup-affiliated newspaper. A softcover book which contains copies of all of this author’s stories on the subject is available for purchase from NewsGroup for $29.95. A special section contains 24 photographs including several shots from the Nobel presentation, and will contain a statement from the Williams Family Foundation. The book is entitled The Big Weekend (that changed our lives forever). Half of the proceeds from the sale of the book will be donated to The PnP Group.