My First Offense
by spankaddict85
copyright 2005 by spankaddict85, all rights reserved
spankaddict85@hotmail.com
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DISCLAIMER: This work is fiction and any similarity with
real life is just coincidence. If you are under the age of
18, offended by boys being spank or physically and sexually
abused, please go back. As I said this is a work of fiction
and is protected under the 1st amendment of the U.S.
Constitution, I do not condone the actions depicted in this
story, nor would I ever dare to do them myself, that being
said, lets carry on.
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My First Offense
The year was 1934, Patrick was a 12 year old, orphan,
homeless boy. He had to steal for a living in the streets
of new York. The boy had one enemy, Sargent Lamar, and
English fellow, who thought he was superior to anyone else.
Lamar had constantly harassed Patrick, one day when Patrick
was swimming, in a hidden pond in central park Lamar found
him. He ordered Patrick out of the water.
"What do you think you are doing young man?" said Lamar
Patrick was just standing in front him, naked, wet and
terrified.
"I'm sorry sir, I was just taking a bath, I had not bathed
in days sir."
"Are you clean now?" asked Lamar.
"Yes sir." answered Patrick.
"Good, cause you are going to jail, and you are going to get
whipped".
Patrick was scared as hell, he had heard how humiliating
this whippings were, and most of all, they left your ass
sore for days.
"Please sir, don't take me there, I promise I wont do it
again." Patrick pleaded.
"Well lad, I suppose I can give and alternate punishment.
It will still hurt, but not as much and you might even like
it." said the Lamar.
Patrick was an innocent boy, he had heard some things about
sex and sissies, but he didn't really know what it was.
"Put your hands in that rock boy." said Lamar.
"But you said you weren't going to whip me."
"I'm not, you'll see."
Patrick this as he was told, he slightly bend over and put
his hands in the lard rock, almost as tall as himself.
Lamar then kick the boys legs apart, almost causing Patrick
to lose balance. Patrick noticed that knees were also bend,
due to having his legs so wide apart, and his butt was now
sticking out. He could feel the air touching his asshole.
Patrick just maintain his position waiting for what ever
punishment he was going t receive. All of a sudden he felt
Lamar's hands touching his butt, and spreading his ass
chicks. Something thick was position in the entrance of his
ass, suddenly, Lamar's hands grabbed Patrick's dick, and
Pushed his meat inside the boy. The pain in Patrick's
asshole was so big that Patrick started to scream and only
stopped when Lamar squeezed his balls. Lamar's dick had not
managed to penetrate Patrick, even though he had rubbed his
dick with lotion. Patrick's hole was just too small, for
the man's big 7 inch dick and thick almost as much as
baseball bat. Lamar tried a second time, and this time he
felt his dick slide all the way inside the boys butt.
Patrick's pain was like nothing he had ever experienced, but
he took it like a man. Eventually the pain slowed down,
even though Lamar kept pumping his butt. The only think
about it that made Patrick feel good was his butt being
pumped so many times, but the pain it was causing in his
hall made him forget about that.
The man shoot his load inside the boy and then took his dick
out. Patrick had no idea what had happen to him, but he
knew it was not right.
"You better not mention this to anyone boy." That was all
Patrick needed to know, what had just happen was wrong.
Lamar left and the boy just stood there naked. He went back
into the water to clean his ass and then left.
Him and Lamar had not met again, until a month later, when
Patrick was caught stealing a gentleman's clock. He was
sentenced to 10 strokes with the cane.
Patrick was taken into a dungeon below the court house, by
two guards, he was thrown into a room, with a table in the
middle and several restrainers. Suddenly a man walked in
and closed the door. Patrick turned and Lamar standing
there.
By this time, Patrick had already been informed that what
Lamar had done to him was rape. Only girls could get
penetrated. When Patrick found out about this he felt very
dirty and refused to mention it to anyone.
"I see you are getting into mischief again." Said Lamar.
"You?" said Patrick terrified.
"Yes, I will be administering the punishment, now take your
cloth off."
Patrick was reluctant, but he did it nevertheless. One by
one he took all his clothe off, first his shoes, then his
shirt, followed by his pants that were only kept up by a
small cord wrapped around him. The poor boy could not even
afford to have underwear or sox.
Lamar, was delighted to see this young boy naked again. He
had not forgotten the delicious fuck that he had with the
boy. His small virgin asshole gave Lamar's dick a sensation
unimaginable.
"I'll give a choice. You can take the 10 strokes ordered by
the court, or I can give you a punishment, similar to the
one I gave you before, which I know you liked." said Lamar.
"No way, I know what you did, you raped me. Those things
cannot be done to boys." Said the boy disgusted.
Lamar was not pissed, he could believe this boy had the
nerve to call him a rapist even though he knows that he
really was, cause Patrick was not the first nor the last.
"Alright then, bend over that table." Patrick did as he was
told.
Lamar tied Patrick's hand to two restrainers in the front of
the table, then without further notice, he lifted the boys
legs, and put them into two separate pieces of wood that
were sticking out, and restrain the boys legs.
A cushion at the end of the table, made Patrick's white butt
stand out. Lamar reached over the boy grabbed the boy's
dick and balls, placing them in a more comfortable position.
When he let go of his genitals, the boy felt relieved.
Lamar did the last restrainer in the boys back and it was
done. He walked out of the room and left the boy there
alone. More than an hour passed, and the boy had fallen
asleep from boredom. Lamar sneaked into the room and closed
the door without being heard. He grabbed the whip, and hit
the boy hard in his butt, causing him to wake yelling.
whack, whack, whack, whack.
He hit the boy four times nonstop. Patrick was crying like
a baby. Lamar took pleasure in watching him cry,
helplessly. Then hit the boy three more times.
Whack, whack, whack.
Patrick now wish that he had let the man rape him again,
taking a dick up his has had not hurt as much as this and
did not last as long.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
"Please stop, please sir."
Lamar stopped, he very well know that he had gone over. He
had hit the boy 15 times, but he didn't care, he had gotten
away before with it, and he knew he would do it again.
"I'll tell you when its enough, I gave u an option and you
refused it." Said Lamar,
He hit the boy five more times and ignored the boy's pleads.
Whack, Whack, whack, whack, whack.
"Now do you prefer the punishment from the other day or you
still want me to continue."
"But sir, that was 20 strokes already, and I was only
supposed to get 10." said the boy crying and sobbing.
Whack, whack, whack.
Lamar hit him 3 more times, taking pleasure in the boys
suffering.
"Make up your mind boy." said Lamar.
"Ok, I'll take the punishment from last time." The boy
finally gave in.
Lamar undid, the boys restrainers in his legs and put them
down in the floor. He moved behind the boy and took out his
dick. He lubricated it with saliva, which did little to
diminish the boy's pain in his asshole. This time Lamar's
cock penetrated the boy the first time. The boy screamed
again from pain, this time he had less lubrication that
before. Once the cock was in, the pain diminished a little
bit, but every time Lamar pushed his cock deep into him, he
felt his prostate about to be ripped.
Patrick was unwillingly getting an erection, his tick was
fighting for space against the cushion in the edge of the
table. Finally, Lamar grabbed the boys cock, and gave a
final thrust, and Patrick felt a liquid desperately trying
to get out of his ass, just like that day at the park.
Lamar took his now soft dick out and admire the boys beauty,
his has was definitely the most precious part of the boys
anatomy.
He undid all the restrainers, and the boy got up sobbing,
crying and humiliated. He had been fucked again, by a man.
Was he no longer a man himself? That was the question he
kept asking himself over and over again, but at the end he
decided to forget about it.
He dressed up and went out to the streets with his sore
bottom, a reminder that what happen was not a nightmare, but
reality.