Male Correction Center part 2
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She showed them around the bedroom, which was a long room with beds on the right and left. The bedroom looked military-style. There was one nightstand next to each bed. There were many beds, so they figured there must be other inmates here.
As Cory told them everything, she couldn't help but smile at Derek. All three men were still sore from what had recently happened to them. Derek looked the worst. He didn't seem to be listening to her. It looked like the only thing he was focused on right now was the pain between his legs. He stood slightly bent over, holding his balls, constantly checking to see if everything was okay with them.
That stupid bitch Allison hit him so hard that he almost passed out. I have to get back at her, he thought.
“What's wrong?” Cory asked him. “Are your jewels still hurting?”
He looked at her but didn't answer.
“Don't be a wimp. You just got here.”
Then she took them to the cafeteria, where she left them. There were other boys there. Everyone was eating in silence. Derek, Flynn, and Mailo took their food and sat down.
“This place is some kind of madhouse,“ said Derek. ‘It's illegal. They should all be in jail for this. For abuse.’
”Like you?“ asked Flynn.
Derek looked at him angrily.
”Shut up if you don't want to lose your teeth.“
”You're a rapist,” Flynn replied.
Derek grabbed him by the hair and pulled him toward himself. Flynn landed on the tabletop.
“Let me go.”
“You'll have more to worry about than your balls in a minute.”
“Leave me alone.“
Derek saw two women standing to his right. Both were holding police batons. He let go of him, and Flynn got up and went to another table.
”It's just boys being boys,“ Derek told them.
They both walked away.
”And you agree?” Derek asked.
Mailo looked up from his plate.
“With what?”
“That this place is some kind of madhouse?”
“I agree.”
"All these sluts should be in jail. what has happened to this world? This is what happens when women rule. They shouldn't have the right to do this. They shouldn't have any rights at all if they abuse them like this. Some stupid bitch probably came up with the idea after her boyfriend broke up with her because he didn't want to be with such an ogre. She came up with the idea. I'll create a place where guys will be sent for no reason at all, and their testicles will be tortured there. Oh, what a great idea, now I'll drink a bottle of wine.”
“This institution shouldn't exist. It's gotten out of control,” said Mailo.
“What do you mean?” asked Derek.
“This is my fourth time here.”
“Fourth time?!” asked Derek in surprise.
“Yes. Every time I ended up here because of my girlfriend, except for now.”
“How come?”
“My girlfriend was a bitch. Everything always had to be the way she wanted it. After they started sending guys here for trivial things, she completely lost it. Buy me this, or I'll say you hit me. Give me that back, or I'll say you raped me. She blackmailed me like that almost every day. One day she wanted me to give her five hundred dollars. When I refused, she got so upset that she called the police and said I had hit her in the stomach. They took me here for two days. Then it was the same thing again. She wanted money. I refused. Police, hello? My boyfriend hit me in the face. Another two days.“
”Good God. And the third time?“
”The third time... I told her I was breaking up with her. She threatened to make up stories about me that would keep me here for a month. So I didn't break up with her. But after three months, she got bored with me. She said she was breaking up with me. I just nodded. She said the police would be here in five minutes to take me away. I asked her why, and she said she had called them as a last goodbye and told them I had bruised her all over. They sent me here for three days.
“I'm sorry to hear that. This is my first time here. Were the same girls taking care of you before?“
”I know Edith. Allison and Cory are new.“
”And what is she like?“
”Completely fucked up. A sadist like no other. Born to work here.“
”A sadist?”
“Totally. The boys even had a nickname for her. Ballgnasher. Do you know why?“
”Why?“
”Because she castrated the most boys.“
”Castrated? Isn't that illegal?”
“Illegal?” He laughed. “More like inadvisable. At first, someone got castrated quite often, but they said they were working on fixing that little glitch. After a few months, they bragged that the probability of castration was almost zero. The truth is, Edith was popular because of it. The more balls destroyed, the better for her. I remember the boys sobbing in the middle of the night when they knew they had a session with her in the morning. You have no idea how many boys pissed themselves out of fear. I knew one guy named Charlie. When he came back after a two-hour session with her, his balls were as red as fire. He looked like he had two tomatoes between his legs.”
“Have you ever had a session with her?"
He looked at the ground, full of terrifying memories.
“Yes. Once. Unexpectedly. I woke up in the morning, but not in bed, I was strapped to a metal table in some white sterile room. It was very bright. She was standing next to me. She said hello and asked if I was excited, because she was. She said we had an hour. She was wearing a tight outfit. She only wore it in that room. It was her private session room. I hate her, but I have to admit she looked amazing. Next to her was a table with a bunch of instruments, everything you could want. She said that to start, she needed to warm up my balls. She suggested a hundred hits. I thought she meant some kind of gentle taps, but no. She stood by my right side, clenched her fist, raised it, and hit me with her knuckles. I've never been hit so hard in my balls before. Then she waited half a minute for me to understand the situation I was in and started hitting me, over and over, without a second's pause.“
”Did you pass out?“
”I wish. It felt like she was hitting me for an eternity. Definitely more than a hundred times. That's how crazy she is. And when she stopped, you know what she said?”
“What?”
“That she lost count and would start over. She counted out loud to show me how much more suffering was ahead of me. When she finished, I couldn't speak. I was squirming on the table, sweaty and tearful, and she said that since my balls were warmed up, we could start our hour-long session.”
“What did she do to you?“
”Everything. She took a police baton and told me to count to fifty. She started hitting me. When I couldn't speak, she took advantage of the situation and hit me some more. Then she stood between my legs and said that each testicle would get twenty blows. When she was done, she took each one individually between her fingers and started doing something with them that you only do with Play-Doh. She said she was checking to see if they were still in one piece.
“Stop.”
“What?”
“Don't say anything more. I don't want to hear it. It's horrible.”
Derek had thought Allison was the worst, but he had just changed his mind. If this Edith was such a psycho, he preferred Allison.
They ate and went back to the bedroom. They chose their beds and sat on them for the next hour. All naked, forced to do so by a gang of girls who had complete control over them. Derek sat on the bed and glanced at his balls from time to time. They didn't hurt anymore, but he could still feel the aftermath of what he had experienced today. After an hour, Cory entered the room.
“Come on, gentlemen,” she said.
All three got up and followed her. What other choice did they have?
They went out into a field filled with various tools and followed her. They passed several girls who paid no attention to them. They also saw several female guards who were carefully watching to make sure that none of the prisoners escaped. As they walked, they heard the distant screams of various boys from time to time. Other inmates who were being taken care of by other girls.
When they arrived, Allison was already waiting there. She was standing between two metal poles with metal rings attached to them at a height of about a foot. Behind her, facing her, stood a wooden chair with some strange device in front of it. She looked at Derek with the same hatred as before. Suddenly, she smiled.
“Do you like game shows?” They didn't answer. 'Because you're about to play one. But the prize isn't money, it's your balls. Whoever ends up with the fewest points loses. Mailo, sit on the chair. And you guys, come over to these poles.
Cory approached Mailo and began to strap him to the chair. Allison, on the other hand, approached Flynn and tied him to the pole so that the metal ring was between his legs. She wrapped the rope around him so many times that he couldn't move. Then she took the ring, moved it up, opened it, and put his balls in it.
“What is this?” he asked, terrified.
“This is the best part.”
She approached Derek and did the same. As she put his testicles in the ring, she squeezed them.
“Aaa, fuck, stop!”
“Shut up! We are required to check the health of your testicles from time to time.”
She finished and stood between them.
“Now I'm going to start asking you questions. For every wrong answer, I'll lower the ring by three turns of the handle. The loser is the one who gives up and swaps chairs with Mailo.”
“And I'm just supposed to sit here and watch?” he asked.
“Sort of,” Cory replied.
She stepped aside and returned with a leather paddle. She approached the machine and inserted it in such a way that the striking end was now aimed at his balls.
“Oh, fuck. Please don't,” he began to beg.
“When they play, it will spank your naughty balls.“
”Please don't.“
”Shut up!“ Allison shouted. ‘Let's begin. Cory?’
”Sure,” she replied.
She bent down and clicked something on the machine. The paddle began to rotate, hitting his balls every two seconds. Then it sped up until he began to moan.
“Turn it off!”
It hit them about every half second.
"Please!”
“The first question is for you, Derek. What is the capital of France?“
”Paris,“ he replied without hesitation.
”Good. Flynn. How many legs does a spider have?“
He thought for a moment.
”Eight?“
”Good. Derek again...“
”It hurts!” Mailo interrupted her.
Cory stood in front of him and leaned over, placing her hands on his bound arms. Her neckline was wide open, and her large breasts looked like two dreams.
“Listen. If you interrupt us, you'll only be sitting in that chair longer. Do you understand?”
He didn't answer. He moaned from pain.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes! Yes! Play, quickly!”
She stepped aside.
“So, Derek,” she continued. “Which ocean is the largest?”
“The Pacific,” he replied.
"Flynn. Which planet in the solar system has the highest mountain?”
He was surprised.
“I don't fucking know. Earth?”
“No.”
She walked over to him, knelt down, grabbed the crank at the bottom of the pole, and turned it three times. His balls dropped a few inches.
“Oh fuck,” he hissed.
He tried to crouch, but he couldn't. The rope held him stiffly in place. Derek watched in horror. The ring had gone much lower than he thought it would.
“Derek. What's the name of the cowboy in Toy Story?”
“Woody.”
"Good. Flynn. What instrument has 88 keys?”
“A piano?“
”Good. Derek. What was the name of Simba's evil uncle?“
”Oh fuck, I don't remember that,“ he began to wonder.
”Time's up,“ Allison said.
”How the fuck is it up? It hasn't even passed a sec... Wait!”
But she didn't wait. She grabbed the crank and turned it five times.
“AAAAAAA!” he screamed.
On the fifth turn, he felt as if two bottles of water were hanging on them.
“Oh fuck! It was supposed to be three! AAAAA!”
"It was.”
“Flynn what is...“
Derek couldn't crouch either. This bitch hates me, he thought. He stopped screaming and took a deep breath. He was able to focus, even though the pain in his testicles was excruciating.
”Good! Derek. Which desert is the largest?“
”The Sahara?“
”No.“
”What do you mean, no?”
She came over and grabbed the crank.
“Wait, I meant... AAAAA!
She turned it three times, and on the fourth, Derek shouted:
”I give up! I give up! I lost this round!“
She looked up at him from below.
”Are you sure?“ she asked.
”Yes!”
“Okay,” she grumbled.
She took out his balls and untied him.
“He lost, you can turn it off!“ squealed Mailo.
Cory looked at him. She stared for a few seconds. Then she smiled.
”Your squeaking is really cute. You're like some cartoon character who just fell on a metal pipe and hit his balls”
She turned off the machine and untied him. They switched places. Both boys walked bent over, holding their balls.
“Can I rest for a moment?” Mailo asked.
“No,” Allison replied. “Answer correctly, and you can rest as long as you want."
She tied him up, and Cory tied up Derek, who looked in horror at the leather paddle positioned just above his balls. It's going to hurt, but probably not as much as having your balls slowly torn off. He just has to endure it for a moment, and that's it.
Cory turned on the machine. The paddle began to accelerate. The first few hits weren't bad. But the faster it spun, the worse it got. Just when he thought the paddle would stop accelerating, it accelerated even more. He breathed quickly and tensed all his muscles. He watched the gruesome scene unfolding between his legs.
“Oh fuck! Why is it going so fast! Slow it down!“
”Question for you, Mailo.“
”Too fast! Too fast!“ he shouted.
And he was right. The paddle was striking every twenty-five milliseconds or so.
”Shut up,“ Allison demanded. ‘How...’
”Please!” he interrupted her again.
Allison sighed. She looked at Cory.
“Could you?” she asked.
“Of course,” Cory replied.
She stepped behind Derek and covered his mouth with her hands. She was strong and held his head in place. Derek couldn't move it. He felt her big breasts against his back and neck. Normally, this would have turned him on, but now he was busy with other matters.
“MMMMMM!” he screamed through her hands.
“Mailo. Which two countries share the longest border?“ Allison asked.
”Um... Russia and...“
”Wrong.“ She walked over and crouched down.
”Wait! Give me another chance!“
She began to twist. Because of what his balls had just experienced, the pain was even worse.
”AAA, fuck!”
She twisted three times and returned to the center.
Mailo didn't scream, but he twisted his face in pain.
“Flynn. What's the name of the eleven from Stranger Things?”
He looked at her in horror. He had never seen the show.
“Um... Jane?”
“No.”
Another three twists.
Flynn began to hiss in pain. Like Mailo, he squirmed from side to side, but it didn't help. His penis was so longs it hang almost as low as he's balls were right now.
Derek, on the other hand, didn't even look at them. He shook his head as much as Cory would let him. Every second, another wave of excruciating pain shot through his balls. When he looked at them, he saw that the skin on his sac was already red.
“Oh fuck,” Flynn hissed.
“Mailo. Who wrote Pride and Prejudice?”
“Jane Austen!” he shouted through the pain.
“Good, Flynn. Who wrote The Raven?“
”You've got to be kidding me!“ he shouted.
”You don't know?“
”I mean... I know, I know. It was that guy. King?“
”No.“
She walked over, grabbed the crank, and turned it once.
”I give up!” he shouted. ”I give up, I give up, I give up!”
“Are you sure?“ she asked.
”Yes! Let go of my balls, please!"
All right. She did, and Flynn let out a sound as if he had just had an orgasm.
Despite the pain, Derek registered what had just happened. He rejoiced inwardly. Just a little more of this torture and it would be over. Cory let go of him.
“Turn it off!” he shouted at her.
She stopped in front of the machine.
“Turn it off!”
She stopped her finger in front of the button.
“Damn it, can't you see I'm doing it? Do you think I'm stupid?”
The paddle continued to strike. She looked at him and waited for an answer.
“No! You're not! I'm sorry! I beg you! Please!“
She turned off the machine. Paddle stopped in the tracks. Derek felt like he was about to throw up. She unhooked him from the chair, and he curled up into a ball.
”Get up, you faggot,” she ordered him.
She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up. She was really strong. She helped him walk over to a metal pole and pressed him against it so that he would stand upright while Allison tied him up. Once he was stiff, Cory returned to Flynn and tied him to the chair, then started the machine. Loud smacks filled the air.
“AAAAA!”
“Rule change!” Allison said.
“AAA!”
“Whoever loses this round loses overall.”
"AAAA!”
“Damn it, shut up! Whoever loses now loses overall. Ready?“
”Yes,“ said Mailo.
”Yes,“ hissed Derek.
”And one more thing. You can't give up in this round either. Mailo. What's the name of the place you're in now?”
“Male Correction Center?”
“Very good. Derek. What is chirality in organic chemistry, and why does it matter in pharmaceuticals?”
He opened his mouth, but said nothing. He looked at her in shock.
“This is... This... Such...”
“”Wrong.“
She walked over to him and turned the crank about three times. He began to squirm and moan. He bent his knees gently as much as he could.
“Mailo. What color was Shrek?”
“Green?”
“Great.”
“What the fuck is this?” asked Derek.
“What was the significance of the Treaty of Tordesillas?”
He looked at her. Bitch, he thought.
“Do you know?” she asked.
“Nobody fucking knows!” he exclaimed.
She ducked and twisted four times.
“AAAAA! Three bitch! Three!”
“Mailo. Is the Male Correction Center a good institution?” she asked.
“Yyyy. The best?”
“Bravo. Derek. What is the central paradox in Joseph Heller's Catch-22?”
“Fuck you!”
She grabbed the crank.
“I promise I will fuck you up. You'll see! AAAAAAAA!!!!!”
He felt like there was a five-liter water bucket hanging from his balls. His sack stretched to a comedic length. It was even worse than that baseball.
“Mailo. What school did Harry Potter go to?”
“Hogwarts.”
She turned to Derek.
“Stupid bitch!”
“ Who was the first Holy Roman Emperor, crowned in the year 800?”
“ You fuc... Wait, I know that. Charlemagne!” he shouted
“Well, not bad. First correct answer.” commented Allison.
She turned toward Mailo however did not have time to ask her question.
“That's not true,” hissed Flynn through his teeth.
“What?” asked Allison.
“That answer was not correct. Not long ago, they discovered new facts. Historical ones. Derek was wrong.”
“What the fuck are you talking about!” shouted Derek.
“Hmmmm,” began Allison puzzled. “If you say so. Derek. Wrong answer.”
“Nooo! He's lying! Check on the internet. You little prick. I'll kill you for it when you sleep. AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
She began to twist. One, two, three. His balls were already so low that they looked like they were about to tear off.
“AAAAAAAAAAA!!!” he shouted.
“Derek is our loser. Bravo Flynn and Mailo, you won.”
Cory turned off the machine. Paddle stopped hitting his balls.
“AAAAAAAA!!!” shouted Derek further and he was squirming in pain.
Allison walked over and untied Mailo, and Cory untied Flynn.
“”It hurtssssssss!!!!!!“”
They both stood up.
“Good job guys. You can go back. Derek has to take the punishment now.”
Cory walked away leading them off.
“Please!” he howled and cried and begged her. “”I'm about to pass out!“”
She walked up to him and smiled.
“Who do your eggs belong to?” she asked.
“To you!!!” he screamed.
“Exactly you disgusting rapist.”
“Please!”
She crouched down and unfastened the ring. His balls jumped up to their usual position.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Thank you, thank you.”
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“No.”
“We still have a lot of fun ahead of us.”
“Fuck you.”
“A lot.”
“I advise you not to go to bed this night. Otherwise, I'll be the one having fun with you.”
“Uuuuuu, cocky. And I would advise you not to talk like that, because you might get into an accident.”
“”What? What accident?“”
“Oh you know. An accident. A normal kind of thing. Sometimes they happen. We've had a bunch of them here before. But I don't understand why, but they mostly happen to rapists. Hmmm, you guys must have some bad luck.”
She came so close to him that he could feel her hot breath on his face.
“What kind of a fucking accidents?”
“All sorts. The machine broke down and we couldn't turn it off. Ms. Judge asks: And couldn't you just untie him from the chair? He had to sit on it and be slapped on his balls for two hours? Ms. Judge, we didn't think of that. We apologize.”
She ran her fingernails over his muscled thigh up to his balls.
“ Ms. Judge, I don't know how, but we tied a rope to this boy's balls, and then the wind must have blown it away and it caught on the departing train. Ms. Judge, because I hit the baseball bat a few too many times and that boy was left with scrambled eggs between his legs.
She grabbed him by his soft penis.
“Madam judge, this machine had some kind of malfunction and a piece of metal, cut off this boy's penis.”
She patted his circumcised head.
“ Ms. Judge, the other inmates, at night, held this boy down and with a stolen stun gun shocked his balls until they got bored. What?, asks the judge. He was the only inmate in your facility that day. Hmmm, that's strange.”
He sweated everywhere. He looked at her sinister eyes. This woman was evil.
“Now do you understand? This kind of accident.”
“I understand.” He nodded. “I'm sorry for everything I said.”
She nodded. She unbuckled him.
“You can go.”
“What about the punishment?” he asked.
“The punishment will be later,” she replied.
He walked away. He held his balls. He had just heard that he might lose them.