Male Correction Center part 1

The train began to slow down, and the rails began to squeak. The three of them had been riding for the past four hours. They had managed to get to know each other a bit. Flynn, Mailo and Derek. Flynn was a skinny and tall boy. He reached 190 cm and had fluffy, long blond hair. Mailo was shorter. 175 cm, black hair and definitely the youngest of them all. He was nineteen years old. Last was Derek. 183 cm tall. The physique of someone who has been going to the gym for many years. Black hair shaved almost bald. An attractive face that looked like it attracted trouble. He was twenty-three

The train came to a complete halt and the doors moved to the left. Everyone closed their eyes as the light of day blew into the center of the black carriage. When they opened them, they saw a girl smiling at them.

“Hello boys. Come on out.”

She walked away. All three approached the edge of the wagon and looked out. What stood before them looked terrible. An empty field stuffed with crap. Some instruments, metal frets and other things. It looked like someone was in the process of moving out. Behind it all was a red cube building.

They got out and started following the girl. They stopped when she did. Only now did they notice how muscular she was. She was short, but had impressive leg muscles and large biceps for a girl. After a while, she was joined by two other girls.

“My name is Cory,” said the muscular one. “This is Edith, and this is Allison.”

Edith was also short however not muscular. She, on the other hand, was thick. Her ass was as impressive as Cora's biceps, and her breasts, almost falling out of her shirt. Allison, on the other hand, was neither muscular nor thick. She looked like the average pretty girl that every boy in class was attracted to.

“On behalf of all three of us,” continued Cory. “We would like to warmly welcome you to The Male Correction Center.”

The male correction center was a new invention of the government. A government formed of only women. The Male Correction Center was for men who had committed some crime and didn't want to go to jail. After a year, this changed. Then the judges, female judges, because the male judges no longer existed, could themselves choose whether the offender should go to jail or here. And they themselves could choose for how long.

Cory held a stack of documents in her hand. She looked at it.

“We are the ones who will take care of you for the rest of your sentences.” She looked at the documents. “You are probably Flynn.”

“Yes,” replied the tall boy.

“You were sentenced to serve two days, including today, for stealing from a store owned by a single mother. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Great. You must be Mailo.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“You were sentenced to serve two days, including today, for pushing a girl after she kicked you in the balls for not wanting to buy her a drink. Is that correct?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Great. And you...” She looked at Derek.

Derek wasn't listening to her bullshit. At first he looked at Edith's big tits, and for a few seconds he flipped to those of Cory. He didn't know which were better. He figured he'd have to see them naked to decide.

“My eyes are here “said Cory.

“I know,” replied Derek and lifted his gaze from her tits, then smiled.

She looked at him with tired eyes. She sighed.

“You were sentenced to serve three days, including today, for raping your ex-girlfriend. Is that correct?”

“No,” he replied.

“No?” asked Cory.

“No. She wanted it. She was horny.”

“Here I have it written that she cried and begged you to stop.”

“Is this a joke,” said Allison. “They get two days for such bullshit, and he gets three, for rape!?”

“Take it easy Allison,” said Cory.

“This is a joke!”

“Edith, take her away, please. I'll take care of the rest.”

Edith put her hand on Allison's shoulder and began to say something to her. They both walked away.

Cory looked at Derek. This time he was looking at her thighs.

“So where was I?” she said.

“Could you turn around?” asked Derek.

“No.”

“People who exercise a lot have nice butts” he said with a smile.

“I know and you'll show me that in a moment. And now. You were sentenced to serve three days, including today, for raping your ex-girlfriend. Is that correct?”

“Ye, ye, sure.”

“Great.” She pulled a stun gun from her belt and pointed it at Derek. 'Now take everything off.'

He stopped smiling. He looked at her in shock.

“What?”

“What?” she mocked him. "Take your clothes off or I'll shock you. I'm counting to three in my head.”

“Okay, okay!”

He started to undress. Everything, until he was left in his boxers. He had tanned skin. Six-pack abs. Biceps and a broad chest.

“That too,” she ordered.

He slid down his boxers, covering his crotch.

“Show me that.”

He took his hands and showed her his penis and balls.

“And you raped her with that? Pathetic. Turn around.” He turned around with his hands up. “Hmm, indeed. You may have a pathetic dick, but your ass is fine. You were right. Okay. You two. Get undressed too.”

After a moment, all three were standing naked. Flynn was the skinniest with the longest penis. It was wide and impressive. Mailo had an average one. Not too long, not too short. They all had similar balls.

“Come here,” she ordered, pointing to three metal trestles. They approached. ‘Lie down on them on your stomachs.’ They did so.

She approached and began to tie them up. She tied their hands to metal rods stuck in the ground. She went to the back and began tying their legs. They were in the order, Derek-Mailo-Flynn. She tied Mailo's legs to the legs of the two boys, and then tied all their legs to the metal rods stuck in the ground.

She stood in front of them. Now, instead of a stun gun, she was holding a baseball bat. All three of them had to tilt their heads back to see her.

“The Male Correction Center is a serious institution, and I respect it. It is an institution that was created to reform disgusting, defiled men like you. You are a walking testosterone that thinks with their dicks. All you think about is emptying your balls. If you didn't have them, life would be easier for all women. We can't take them away from you. But we can show you that if you get your balls properly fucked up, you won't be so brave anymore.“

”What do you mean?“ asked Flynn.

”I mean that for the next two days, you're going to regret being born with balls.”

“WHAT?!” all three protested at once. 'You're crazy!' added Derek.

“Don't be afraid. We've been doing this for a long time. We know how to handle such delicate objects. You'll cry and howl and squeal over your swollen balls, but you won't lose them.”

“You're sick!” Derek shouted. 'You really want to hit us in the balls with a baseball bat?'

“The two of them, not you.”

He was surprised.

“How come?” he asked.

“We have something else for rapists.”

She walked behind him. He had his ass sticking out in front of her. She pressed the baseball bat against it.

“I'm going to stick this bat up your ass.“

”What?! No! No! No! Don't you do it, you bitch!“

Cory started laughing.

”Of course I won't. I was joking.”

She had a beautiful view in front of her. The backsides of three boys. Stuck out. With their legs spread wide apart. Between them, three round pairs of balls. Each one still untouched. That's why she worked here. That's why she loved this job.

“All I'm going to do is smash your balls.”

She lifted the bat.

“Wait!“ Derek shouted.

But it was too late. She tensed her muscles. She didn't hold back.

The stick cut through the air with a whistle and hit his dark sack. It sounded like she had hit a ball on a field.

”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The most terrifying scream Mailo and Flynn had ever heard echoed throughout the neighborhood. Derek screamed for a long time, pausing only to whimper, and then scream again.

Mailo and Flynn looked at Derek's face in horror. The boy's face showed all the worst kinds of suffering. Mailo heard Cory take a few steps to the side and now she was standing behind him. He began to breathe very quickly and clenched his teeth.

Cory put the end of the stick against his balls and started rubbing it back and forth. Mailo flinched. She smiled. She loved doing that. Rubbing the stick against the boy's balls. It felt wonderful. A little spoiler for what's coming. Scrubbing a boy's balls, who couldn't do anything about it, absolutely nothing. He could only beg, but she wouldn't care. It would only turn her on more.

She swung and struck, and Mailo screamed in the highest-pitched voice Cory had ever heard. She started laughing.

“AAAAAAAAAAAA!” Mailo squealed.

She laughed and leaned against his ass.

“I've never heard anything like that before. It's wonderful. Oh my God, I'm crying.”

She recovered, wiped her tears, and stood up. She patted him on his right ass cheek.

“Don't worry. It'll hurt a little and then it'll stop. It's just a baseball bat.”

She stood behind Flynn. His butt was the whitest of them all, but his dick hung very low. She got into position to swing.

“Please don't,” he begged her. 'Please!' he shouted loudly to overcome the screams of Derek and Mailo. He swung his head from side to side, but he couldn't see her.

“Think of it this way" she said. "Technically, it's the most enjoyable thing you'll experience here.”

Then, she swung. The whistle of the bat cutting through and the impact with his balls. His penis bounced back from the recoil.

“AAAAAAAAAA!” he screamed, tensing all his muscles.

She stood before them, delighted by the sight. That was why she worked here. For moments like this. Three immobilized bastards, screaming and twisting in pain. Each suffering from something she would never experience. Each moaning because his tiny, weak male organs hurt like hell.

She stood and looked at them for ten minutes, teasing them the whole time.

“...Does it hurt a lot? Oh, I'm so sorry. Does your manhood hurt? How does it feel to be so strong and cry when you get hit in those two pathetic things?”

They had stopped screaming. Now they were just moaning.

“All right. Now I'll untie you and take you to that red brick building. I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. I'll show you around, you'll have breakfast, and then we'll continue with the fun."

She untied Flynn and, holding him like a wounded soldier, led him to the building. Flynn walked slowly and hunched over. She returned and did the same with Mailo. Now Derek was left alone. He waited tied up until Cory would return. Finally, he heard footsteps and saw a pair of shoes stop in front of him. He raised his head, but it wasn't Cory, it was Allison. She looked down at him with her arms crossed. She looked angry.

“Will you take me inside?” he asked her.

“No. Who screamed louder, you a moment ago, or her when you raped her?”

He didn't answer. She showed him what she was holding in her hand.

“Do you know what this is?” she asked.

"My underwear."

“Bravo. Open your mouth,” she ordered.

He wasn't the same Derek he had been an hour ago. He had been hit in the balls with a baseball bat and experienced pain he thought no human being could endure. He decided he wasn't going to take any more risks. He opened his mouth.

Allison crouched down and shoved his boxers into his mouth. Then she took some tape and stuck a few pieces over his mouth so he couldn't spit them out. She stood up, stepped aside, and picked up the baseball bat Cory had used earlier.

His eyes widened. He looked at her in panic. He began to struggle.

“Mmmmmm! Pssss! Plssssss!"

She walked past him, looking him in the eyes with pure hatred. She stopped behind him. She raised the bat high and prepared to strike. She took a deep breath. She wanted to make sure it would be the hardest blow to the balls she had ever delivered in her career. Maybe even one that would castrate him. She didn't care.

Derek pulled and kicked and screamed, but it was all for nothing.

She swung, and the thick end of the stick hit him right in the middle of his ballsack. The blow was so strong that it gently tossed him up.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!“

He screamed through the fabric in his mouth. He had just experienced something twice as bad as before. The pain was out of this world.

”MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

He cried and whimpered.

Allison put the bat back where she had found it. She looked at his tear-stained face, which was wobbling from side to side in agony.

“Don't forget to look at my ass when I walk away. You'll find out if they still work.”

She turned and walked away, making sure to wiggle her butt from left to right.

“I hope they work, because after breakfast, there's a neat machine waiting for you.”