Date: Thu, 27 May 2010 13:18:27 +0100
From: David Ashford <david.a@guyzstudio.com>
Subject: Six by Nigel Dean

Six by Nigel Dean
I hope you enjoy my little tale. Please drop me a line
david.a@guyzstudio.com

His eyes were cold and his face the pallor of ice.  The blue judicial robes
picked up a reflection from the fluorescent lighting making his face even
more sinister. He looked at me, scribbled on a piece of paper then looked
back. What was this man thinking ? What was in his mind ?

A black robed usher got to his feet. "Please confirm your full name."

"Nigel Patrick Dean," I replied softly.

"Nigel Patrick Dean you are charged with the crime of urinating in a public
place. Do you plead guilty or not guilty ?"

Of for goodness sake all I had done was to have a discrete wee against a
lamppost, dogs do that all the time.  How as I to know there was a CCTV
camera watching ?  it was not exactly the crime of the century but the way
an army of police descended you would have thought I had stolen the crown
jewels. Now I was up before a judge, a mean hard looking bastard.

"Guilty."

The blacked robed usher sat down. A strange silence fell over the room. The
gentle hiss of the air conditioning and the heavy thumping of my heart were
the only sounds. My eyes began to take in every detail. there was a light
brown stain high on one of the walls where the roof must once have leaked.
The microphone on the brown ledge of the dock before which I stood was
orange, what a strange colour.

Who was this man who now held my life in his hands ?  What right did he have
to sit in judgment on any fellow human being ? I had only had a wee for
goodness sake. What was he going to do to me ?  I was about to find out.  I
hoped I would be allowed to pay the fine by credit card as I did not have
very much cash with me.

The judge fixed his icy stare on me, I felt the cold blast of chill race
across the twenty or more feet between us then hit me in the face. "Mr
Dean," he began, "when any person appears before this court it is a waste of
my time and public money."

My mouth was dry. *Just get on with it, * I thought, spare me the lecture.

"But when a person of your background and education appears it is a bigger
waste of society's efforts. One thing I will not tolerate is a Hooray Henry
!" He paused for effect.

Hooray Henry, what was he talking about ? I was not a Hooray Henry ! Just
spare me the lecture, say how much the fine is then we can all go home. At
the end of the day all I did was to have a piss !

"I am going to pass on you the harshest sentence the law will allow."  He
looked directly at me, his eyes stabbing right into my soul. "I sentence you
to six."

Then he abruptly stopped speaking yet continued to stare at me as if waiting
for the significance of the words to register. But they could not register.
Six what ? Days ?  Months ?  Years ?  For god's sake all I did was have a
piss !

"Sentence to be carried out immediately."  He was speaking again.  I waited
for the clarification on the number six followed by the inevitable *Take him
down* but neither happened.  Instead as he stood to his feet this judge who
had passed an enigmatic sentence simply said, "I will now rise."

The black robed user ordered everyone to their feet, the ice judge turned
and left through a door to his right. it was all over but what had actually
happened ? What was this sentence of six ?  How long had I just been given ?

The prison officer who had thus far maintained a polite distance away looked
at me and mouthed *Oh my god ! *He took my arm and snapped one half of a
handcuff on my wrist before firmly attaching the other to himself. "Come
with me."

I was taken down a small flight of stairs then along a narrow corridor which
ended at a grey iron door. My escort pressed a buzzer on the intercom.
"Prisoner Dean for six."

I still had no idea if this was six days, week, years or what. Six days
probably, six weeks at the most, certainly no longer. Yet my guard had
mouthed *Oh my god*. I would appeal, that was what I would do. I would get a
lawyer and appeal my sentence.

I was inside what I took to be the cells or court's custody area. Along both
walls were more grey painted doors leading to holding cells where those
convicted presumably would wait to contemplate their fate in which ever
penal institution to which they were sent. There was no way I was going to
mildly submit and let this happen to me, I would appeal. I refused to let
myself be sent to prison for just having a piss. And what was this six ?
How could a judge be so incompetent not to have finished properly dictating
the sentence ?  This was so completely and utterly stupid.

I waited for the door to my cell to be opened but on handing me over to the
gaoler the original guard from the court again mouthed some words to me,
this time *Good Luck.*  Luck ?  Luck ? I didn't need good luck, what I
needed was a damn good lawyer. I knew my rights, I was entitled to a phone
call and I would use it to summons the best lawyer available.

"Listen to me please," this was a new guard speaking, "and we'll get this
over as quickly as we can."   He sounded kind, even sympathetic or sorry for
me. Perhaps after all it was only a six hour detention that was imposed on
me.  I had been held overnight in the police cell so another six hours would
not be difficult to cope with.

I actually started for the first time since my arrest the night before to
feel just ever so slightly optimistic, not at ease but optimistic.
Foolishly I did not stop to comprehend how my new sense of growing
confidence was totally incongruous  when placed against all that had so far
happened.

"If you make your way to the end of the hall and go through the whiter door
they are waiting for you."

The white door looked to be made of wood and not the heavy grey metal of the
cells. It appeared harmless compared to the other portals, oh yes everything
was now looking much better. The handcuff had been removed and I was invited
to make my own way.

"Don't bother to knock, it's unlocked ready for you."

Yes, things were indeed looking better. But then those two ominous words
were repeated. "Good Luck" A deepening sense of unease returned.

Inside the room had the appearance of a ski lodge, generously furnished,
bright and spacious but without any windows. There were two people waiting
for me, I did not like the look of either. One stood immediately to my
front, behind me I heard a key turn and presumed it had to be in the door
through which I had just passed. I turned to look.

"Stand still !"

I froze.

"Face the front !"

The orders were barked with a ferocity that would have made any regimental
sergeant major a pussycat.

"Strip."

Another barked command.

"Naked."

I would have questioned the order if I had not been so totally scared and in
fear of the speaker. I knew I was going to obey without question but before
I could make any move two hands reached out and took the opening of my
shirt. Sharply pulling they ripped every button to tear it open  and expose
my chest. From behind two more hands pulled the torn garment and dragged it
down my arms then forcing my hands through the still buttoned cuffs. To my
front the face of my tormentor sneered in disapproval at the masculinity of
my torso.

I would have taken my own clothing off if given the chance but now my
trousers were being ripped away in a similar way. I tried to assist by
stepping out of my shoes but my tormentor crouched down to remove both the
shoes and my socks leaving me standing in just a pair of underpants. I am
not fantastically confident with  my naked body, it's not ugly or fat or
anything like that but I have always thought my cock could be a little bit
longer. When I was a kid at school I was one of the first in my class to
enter adolescence so the other boys were curious about my developing pubic
bush, harmless enough but it felt like being teased.  Shower time after PE
and games was always a nervous experience.  I was steeling myself for my
cock being on display again, my pants being ripped off in a similar fashion
to the rest of my clothing when my world went black.  Form behind me hands
firmly fixed a blindfold. I was no longer nervous I was totally scared.

Time was moving by, it felt like an eternity but was probably for but a few
brief moments. Nothing was happening, I knew I was not alone the other two
were still in the room with me. They were indeed my tormentors, sent by the
judge to punish me for my tiny little crime but under what law, what act of
parliament was I now being punished ? And what was my punishment to be ?
Standing there blindfolded and in my underpants I knew that punishment was
yet to start. Six ?  What was six ?

I felt warm breath on my back, one of the tormentors was standing very close
to me. The hairs on the back of my neck began to prick. Then within seconds
the breath of the second was playing on my face. I remember thinking this
man who I had seen but briefly must be shorter than it.  I was fighting back
the urge to scream, I was terrified to the bottom of my soul. Thoughts raced
round with every possible dark imagining sneering at me. I waited to see
what would happen. I waited.

"Take your pants off !" The voice came from behind.

Then from the front, "Now !"

Instantly I obeyed trying hard in the darkness to maintain my balance. I
could not see them of course but I knew my tormentors were laughing silently
at me. The room was warm but I felt cold and knew my cock was not at its
maximum.

"Put your hands on your head.!"  Another sharp order which I obeyed.

I could hear movement, the tormenters I knew were circling round, looking at
and examining my naked body. There were other sounds, yes I could hear other
people. I did not know where they came from or how many there were but I
knew there was now more than just my two original tormentors looking at me.
I could hear chairs bring moved and people settling to sit in them.  An
audience was forming.  It was hideous, a living nightmare. My crime felt a
lifetime away in history, the court appearance, the judge and even the
sentence were in another world. What was happening to me.

A hand took my cock and held it resting in its palm. I flinched.

"Stand still !"

Different parts of the body are more sensitive to touch, right then my cock
was perhaps the most sensitive of all. I knew the hand was rough and covered
in tough skin indicating a lifetime of manual toil. The fingers closed and
held it near to the head then pulled it forward stretching it as far as it
would go. It hurt.

"Not much of a cock."

I heard a cough and a stifled snigger, both from a far side of the room. How
many people were watching ?

"And your balls aren't exactly big either."

The hand held them and began to squeeze. On no ! But the squeeze turned to
fondling which were it not for the situation could have been enjoyable in a
weird sort of a way. The hand returned to my cock, two hands which began to
examine my foreskin. I have a tight foreskin which does not retract, I
willed my tormentor not to try.

"Another tight foreskin," his voice said. "Small cocks often have tight
foreskins."

I don't have a small cock, yes I would like it to be bigger but it isn't
small.

"Small cocks tend to be associated with criminals," this was the voice of
the second tormentor speaking, " I read a report about that once."

I wanted to speak, "I am not a criminal," I wanted to say. "All I did was to
have a piss, why are you doing this to me ?"

"Yes," the person holding my cock confirmed, "those we see in here do tend
to be of the smaller variety."

"How big would you say it is ?"

"Three inches perhaps."

"Small then."

The hand took my cock in a fist. "Quite thick though. Short but thick."

"Cocks with tight foreskins often are, it retards the growth during
adolescence. Better to be circumcised than left with a tight foreskin."

My heart came close to stopping, oh my god they wouldn't would they ? Cut my
foreskin off ?  They would if it took their mind to do so, who ever these
people were not nice. I felt faint, my legs started to give way.

A sudden jolt of pain cleared my mind, my body racked in agony but my brain
was fully alert. My foreskin was intact but my left buttock was in total
agony. I gasped with the pain. I had been hit with something. Hit hard. Very
hard. I steeled myself for another blow.

"Tell me boy did that hurt ? Answer !"

"Yes."  It was the first time I had spoken since entering the room.

"Yes what ?"

"Yes Sir."

A hand placed itself on my buttock right where I had been hit. What had I
been hit with ?  The spread of the pain felt as if it had a sizeable surface
area, a table tennis bat or something like it.

"How much did it hurt boy ?"

"A lot Sir."

"Good. I am pleased it hurt you but that was just a tiny gentle warm up."

Silence. My tormentor stopped speaking. Silence. What was happening ? The
silence continued for an eternity before being broken with some chilling
words whispered into my ear.

"I think it is now time for the judge's sentence to be carried out. It is
time for you to receive your allotted punishment."

Punishment ?  Punishment ?  Time for me to receive my allotted punishment.
What did he mean ? I thought what was happening to me was my punishment.

The voice whispered in my ear again.    "You are going to be thoroughly
punished boy, punished so you will never ever do anything like that again.
Do you understand ?"

"Yes Sir."

The hand started again to touch my cock, it gently caressed it before
cupping my balls.

"When you have received your punishment perhaps you will remember exactly
what your cock is for and use it a little more wisely in future. Will you do
that ?"

"Yes Sir."

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes Sir."

My mouth was dry and my throat was tight. I could hardly speak.

"Do you remember what the punishment was ? Do you remember what the judge
ordered ?"

"Yes Sir"

"What did he say ? What did he say your punishment was to be ?"

"Six Sir."

"Yes, six. Six strokes of the cane."

Oh my god ! That was what six meant.

"We don't use no silly schoolboy cane here, we use a dragon borstal cane.
Are you ready for that boy ?"

"No Sir, please Sir."  I was instinctively begging.

The hand reached to hold my cock again.

"Stop that. You are going to receive six hard strokes of the cane on your
naked backside, six hard strokes. That is the punishment the court ordered
and that is the punishment you will receive. You can take it like a man or
you can take it like a whimpering child but six hard strokes  it is going to
be.   So how are you going to take it ?"

I was absolutely terrified but managed to croak the words. "Like a man Sir."

A gentle squeeze on my balls. "Let's proceed with it then."

Things started to go black, I knew I could not handle the pain of it all. I
was sure my tormentors would spare me no mercy. Six strokes of the cane and
what was it he had said about it being no ordinary silly schoolboy cane ?"

There were other people in the room, yes I knew that, I had heard them and I
sensed their presence.  They were there to watch me receive my brutal
punishment, to watch me be hideously caned and beaten to within an inch of
my life. this could not be happening. But it was. Hands grabbed me firmly by
the arms on both sides of my body. My brain told me to resist but resistance
would have been futile. I was still blindfolded and in a world of darkness
so totally reliant on my guides to steer me to my destiny. We moved but a
few paces before I had brought to an abrupt halt.  A hand pushed from the
back of me head, to my front I felt the soft cushioning of something in
before me.  The words *punishment bench* came into my head, yes this was
where it was going to happen. Firmly I was placed where I had to be. My arms
in front of me were strapped and my legs restrained, I could not move. I
could feel my tormentors checking the security of my position. I waited for
the swish sound of the cane but it did not come. Instead the room filled
with music playing so loud I guessed the very fabric about us was shaking.
It was so strange, I recognised the music - Meatloaf. I like Meatloaf and
started to listen. But I did not listen for long.

The pain was excruciating !  Have you ever been stung by a wasp ? That
unexpected squirt of fiery pain as the sting penetrates the skin and the
pain-injecting venom hits your nervous system.  This was like one hundred
wasp stings placed side by side in a single perfect line. The music had
drowned the sound of the cane swishing towards me but it failed to hide the
scream of agony I instinctively cried out. Before I could gasp enough air to
fuel the pumping of adrenaline through my body the second stroke beat me
harder than the first. I twisted against my restraints but escape was
absolutely impossible. With the third stroke the pain increased to several
times the initial intensity, every nerve in my body was writhing with the
hurt. In the darkness spots and waves of colours began to swim in front of
my eyes. The fourth stroke hit but my body was shutting down its senses as a
natural protection, yes it hurt but there is a level beyond which pain does
not intensify it only prolongs. I remember thinking it was almost over, just
two more.  Number five, I gritted my teeth and steeled to hang on - it would
soon be over. Number six and I passed out.

I swam into a deep and swirling maelstrom descending to oblivion, my own
personal black hole. The loud music faded, I lost sense of all presence save
my own. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst out of my
chest. I just lay there, pain surging through my body. Slowly I began to
regain reality.  It was over. I opened my eyes. Oh no, the terrible reality
restored my mind to where I was, what was happening. While I was
contemplating it all, while I was putting each and every event into its
proper order and place my cell door opened. The portal was filled by a
guard.

"The court is ready for you."

"I stood up to face him."

"You are pleading guilty, yes ?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Then it won't take long for the judge to pass sentence."

"What will it be ?" I asked with the vivid and panicking recollection of my
nightmare still a reality. "I only had a piss, that was all."

"It's not for me to say, this judge is very firm but he is fair."

I see.  I was in a cold sweat as the real world replaced my terrible
nightmare. Then two words brought it all crashing down again. "Good Luck."