Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 04:57:59 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Glory of Humiliation - Part 1

The Glory of Humiliation
Part One of Three Parts
By Randall Austin

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While the young are easily humiliated, most adults are not. Losing one's
swim trunks on a dive into a pool could easily cause a young male teen to
blush for hours, but an adult would most likely find humor in the
situation.

But when adults are truly humiliated, such as when they are arrested for
driving while under the influence of alcohol and the event is publicized,
the results are often devastating to an individual's sense of self worth,
and frequently results in a cathartic overhaul of the humiliated one's
approach to everything in life.

And the most extreme forms of humiliation can profoundly alter an
individual's very sense of their purpose in life.

As Nicholas Paulson awaited his sentencing hearing, he knew beforehand,
from counsel, that he would most likely be sentenced to a term of
indentured service to the State of Colorado for a period of up to six years
maximum.

But what he did not know, and was only now beginning to find out, is that
life for the criminally indentured was likely to be dosed with plenty of
painfully embarrassing situations.

When Nicholas was delivered to the courthouse from the county jail by a
trio of `court handlers', Nicholas realized that the majority of people
employed by Colorado State's Social Services System (one of the lowest
rated in the country) were a pretty dismal lot; almost-delinquents who
would likely be considered unemployable by most other industries.

When Nicholas realized that these `court handlers' had the authority to
order him to strip and then dress him in a neon green jumpsuit that
screamed `loser', he knew his life had seriously changed in regards to the
way he would now be treated by society in general.

The officer who escorted Nicholas into the chamber of the sentencing judge
treated him like a child, "Behave yourself before the judge or else we'll
have to give you a good bare-ass whumping after your sentencing!"

Nicholas couldn't believe what he had just heard.  It was an ego-shattering
moment for Nicholas.

Only when he was escorted into the courtroom did Nicholas recall with
horror that all of his friends and family were present.  It was he, who
while under house arrest, fully admitted to his friends and family that he
had done wrong, and that he deserved what was coming to him.  And so he had
invited everyone he spoke with to his sentencing, without taking into
consideration what sentencing would entail.

What he did not realize at the time he freely invited everyone to his
sentencing was that the criminally indentured are not exactly treated like
respectable members of society.  And his neon-green jumpsuit and threat of
a spanking were just the first little surprises he encountered in his new
life.

And when Nicholas, escorted into the courtroom in his neon-green jumpsuit,
realized that all of his family and friends were staring at his funny
jumpsuit, he suddenly realized that he looked like a hapless fool.  And
suddenly he felt like one, and he began to sweat.

Nicholas was momentarily pleased and surprised when the judge sentenced him
to only five-years full-service indenturement for his drunken behavior;
behavior that put many lives, including a bus load of children, in mortal
danger.  Although no one was injured, Nicholas's reckless behavior was so
egregious that it was the talk of the entire state for weeks as the
community expressed its outrage in every available social media.

But what surprised Nicholas and shook him to the core of his being was the
sense of shame that overcame him as Judge Elizabeth Clarendon admonished
him and sentenced him in front of his family and friends.

"Nicholas Paulson, you have lost the respect of society by your actions,
and society, for its own safety, has decided that you need time in a
strictly controlled environment so that you may ponder the actions that led
to your arrest and conviction, seek out your better nature and the values
that you ought to be sharing with the community at large, regain your
usefulness to society, and find once again your dignity."

"Nicholas Paulson, your profligate behavior is especially an outrage
because you are a student at the Cornell University School of Law, and
before your offense you had just been hired as an intern by the law firm of
Shankles, Fontana, and Aikens.  Mr. Paulson, if anyone should know the law
and the codes of society, its mores, if you will, it should have been you.
Thus you are doubly guilty."

"Therefore, because of the egregious nature of your offense, I am
requesting that once you are taken out of the courtroom to the processing
area, where you will be stripped and fitted with a permanent servitor
genital collar, that you be strung up and hung from the punishment trestle,
be given 40 lashes of the servitor control whip across your entire
backside, buttocks, and upper legs."

"I am also ordering that after your whipping you be poled and flagged, and
then be strung, hoisted to `punishment exhibit' level, and hang upon the
display trestle for a period of three hours so that you may fully ponder
the seriousness of your offense, and make a firm resolve to change your
profligate ways."

Nicholas didn't know what being `poled and flagged' meant, but it
frightened and humiliated him to be told that such a thing would be done to
him.

Judge Clarendon paused to see if her words had any noticeable effect on
Mr. Paulson's demeanor.  To Judge Clarendon it seemed that Nicholas was
overcome by both fear and shame.

Judge Elizabeth Clarendon next addressed the courtroom, "At this time, I
have an announcement for the friends and family of Mr. Paulson who have
gathered here.  The State of Colorado does not allow either family or
friends to witness corporal punishment, but you may visit with Mr. Paulson
after his whipping."

"I would like to emphasize that visiting Mr. Paulson after his correction
session is something you may want to do at this time because one of the
terms of the lease as accepted by the leaseholder, Robert Thorne, is that
Mr. Paulson not be allowed any visitation rights for the first ten months
that he is in service at his residence; so this will be your last
opportunity to visit with Mr. Paulson until next year in the spring."

***

The three court handlers led the freshly sentenced servitor to a secured
door signed with the words, `Processing and Amercement Clinic –
Certified Staff Only'.

On entering the room a 28-year old male nurse came forward and asked of the
handlers if the man in the neon green jumpsuit was Nicholas Paulson, and
they confirmed that he was indeed Nicholas Paulson.

The nurse then instructed the handlers to go ahead and strip Mr. Paulson.

As one young handler began by unzipping Nicholas's jumpsuit, another ran
his hand through his hair and asked the nurse, "Does this have to come off
too?"

The nurse looked over Nicholas's file, "No, just the entire pubic area and
pits!"

Once unzipped, the handlers had Nicholas step out his sandals, and then
removed his jumpsuit.

Nicholas had always felt that his naked body was only for the special women
in his life to see, not for the three punks who were gawking at his freshly
bared body, and certainly not for his family and friends.

Nicholas had always prided himself on his taut and well defined body; and
on the `only slightly' circumcised look of his sperm-shooter, that when
flaccid revealed only the very tip of his penis head, leaving the rest of
his mushroom head visible only to those intimates of his who were lucky
enough to gain private access to his plump, hefty sized, man rod.

But now he was being ogled by three punks.  Being naked and ogled, Nicholas
no longer felt like himself.  He felt not only controlled, completely
without the ability to make any decisions for himself, but he felt violated
to the core of his being.

It did not seem right that these strangers had total control over his body
and would get to see him being punished.

When Nicholas was bare and fully revealed, one of the handlers quickly
buzzed away the hair from his pits and pubic region, then led him to a
special tiled area of the room, hosed off his pubic area, lathered it up,
and began shaving his cock, balls, and ass.

Once they had Nicholas's genitals all baby smooth, one of the handlers had
him raise his arms and applied shaving cream to his pits, "Ok, time to
pit-shave you just the way the girls like to do to themselves."

Another handler chimed in with a smile, "We're gonna get you all nice and
girly smooth!"

Nicholas noticed that even the nurse was smiling at the three handlers'
effrontery.

Once they had Nicholas's man pits shaved lady-like smooth, they hose-rinsed
the new slave, and then dried him off with a vigorous rubbing of a towel,
just the way one would towel dry a little boy.

They then guided him over to the watching nurse, who removed a genital
collar from its plastic wrap sealing.

The collaring was over in an instant.  It was lightweight, but over an inch
wide, thus causing Nicholas's newly enslaved unit to jut up and out.

The nurse then instructed the three handlers to get Nicholas harnessed and
corseted for his hanging and whipping.

The three boys appeared to Nicholas to be most eager to get him harnessed,
corseted, and hung.  The three handlers worked in tandem getting the
harness secured about his upper torso; and the special corset that went
about his legs just above the knees, which would both help carry his weight
as he hung from the ceiling, and offer protection from the whip to the
lower part of his upper legs.

Once the young handlers had the hapless slave corseted and harnessed, they
pulled down cables attached to the ceiling's trolley and pulley system and
secured them to the attachment points on his harness and corset.

They then brought Nicholas's hands together in front of his belly button,
cuffed them together, and worked some controls on the hanging mechanism
that lifted the wide-eyed, frightened, wayward, former law student, two
feet off the floor.

While the boys were getting Nicholas ready for his hanging, the nurse
alerted the disciplinarian, via the compound's paging system, that Nicholas
Paulson was ready for his correction procedure.

The 26-year old man who would be doing the whipping entered, dressed in
dress slacks, a blue dress shirt, tie, and jacket, went up to Nicholas and
touched him on his cuffed hands.  Nicholas was surprised at the friendly
demeanor of the man who would be whipping him.

"Hi, my name is Jason Lombard, and I am a corrections officer with the
Colorado State Department of Social Services.  This entire procedure should
take no more than forty-five minutes.  This servitor control whip is very
painful, but be assured that it will leave no permanent marks on your body,
and once the whipping is over the pain should subside completely within six
to eight hours."

Nicholas did not feel like a human being hanging before the neatly dressed
Mr. Lombard, with his cock and balls cinched like a bull's, and sticking up
and out in a `clear for all to see' manner.

And Nicholas wondered why the three handlers should be allowed to remain in
the room for his whipping.

The nurse came and gave Nicholas a quick look over, then gave a go-ahead
nod to Jason Lombard.

Nicholas found it hard to believe that the nice Mr. Lombard, dressed in a
neat tie and sport jacket, would want to hurt him.  But as Mr. Lombard
removed his jacket, it was clear to Nicholas that the nice Mr. Lombard was
going to hurt him.

When the first blow of the servitor control whip hit his back, Nicholas let
out a scream of such intensity that it instantly excited the three young
handlers, causing their mouths to water and open, and their young cocks to
start engorging.

Nicholas soon understood why 40 strokes of the whip would take as long as
forty-five minutes.  Mr. Lombard paused between each stroke to let the pain
sink in and intensify.

With each stroke of the whip Nicholas felt less and less like a human
being.  His senses were overwhelmed with the deepest shame; a shame so
intense that it seared his inner being more deeply than the pain from the
whip.

Mr. Lombard surprised Nicholas with each stroke of the whip, never letting
Nicholas catch on to where he would strike next; from the shoulders to the
upper back legs, to the mid back, to the rump, to the back legs just above
the leg corset, to the rump again.

And each stroke of the whip had its effect on the three young handlers of
making their cocks jerk and pulse with excitement, forcing them to shift
their stance with each blow to hide their tenting slacks.  Although fresh
out of high school with their first level Colorado State Servitor Handler
Permits, and only six months on the job, the three young court handlers
were already well-skilled in adjusting their stances in order to hide their
teen boners.

Once Mr. Lombard had successfully marked up Nicholas's entire back side
with 40 red marks of the servitor control whip, he put down his whip, and
went to an implements table.

Nicholas watched as the corrections officer took out a dildo with a
two-foot long attached pole from which hung a 19-inch long by 7-inch wide
red flag, to which were affixed white stickers with black lettering that
spelled out the crimes for which Nicholas was indentured; `Driving Under
the Influence of Alcohol', `Reckless Endangerment', `Felony Vandalism',
`Indecent Exposure'.

Nicholas blushed when he saw the crimes listed; and when he saw Mr. Lombard
start to lube up the dildo tip of the flagpole, he then realized what being
`poled and flagged' meant.

Mr. Lombard approached the freshly whipped slave, and instructed him to
relax his anal sphincter.  Mr. Lombard put one hand on Nicholas's lower
abdomen, just below the belly button, and with his other hand he began
working the flag-poled dildo up the formerly proud lawyer wanna-be's
behind.  Mr. Lombard could feel Nicholas quivering, both from the
discomfort of the dildo and from his sobbing.

Mr. Lombard, serious in his duty, lovingly secured the flagged dildo in
place with straps about Nicholas's upper thighs.

Once Nicholas was poled and flagged, the corrections officer put on his
jacket, and went and stood in front of the weeping Nicholas and touched him
on his hands.  With a demeanor still as warm and friendly as initially, he
gazed at the freshly punished wayward's erected servitor man-rod, and said,
"You really took that well.  I am sorry I had to be the one to do this to
you.  Good luck to you."

Mr. Lombard affectionately patted Nicholas on the thigh, thanked the nurse,
and exited the Processing and Amercement clinic.

One of the handler boys uncuffed Nicholas's hands, drew them in back of him
and re-cuffed him, leaving his whipping-induced erection on clear display.

The nurse measured Nicholas's blood pressure and heart rate, then gave an
okay for the three young handlers to hoist the slave up to the four-foot
punishment display and exhibition level, and exited the room.

Once Nicholas was hoisted four feet off the ground, with his hands cuffed
in back of him and a two-foot flag pole sticking out from his behind, he
found it hard to believe that he was living in the 21st Century.

And when he saw the three court handlers hanging around leering at him, he
was concerned, and wondered why they did not exit with the nurse.

He soon found out.  Once the three court handlers were sure the coast was
clear, they went up to the hanging slave and began to taunt him.  One
grabbed his pecker bone and began pumping it, another cupped his balls and
began tugging on them, and the third reached up and started to fondle his
ass globes.

While the sexual ministrations of the three hormone driven handlers had a
strong effect on helping to erase the intense pain that Nicholas was
feeling, it only served to throb up even more his whipping-induced,
animal-dong, boner.

The handlers giggled as they did their dirty deeds, "How you gonna feel
when your family comes in here in a few minutes and sees you all flag-poled
and boned out like the jerker boy that you really are?"

The handler pumping Nicholas's shaft, which was now conveniently hanging
near his mouth level, stopped his jacking and put his lips to Nicholas's
dick tip, "One thing I'll say for you loser boy, is that you are one
fuckin' hottie and I wanna taste some of your cream!"

He put his lips to Nicholas's dick tip and began sucking away like a teen
girl tasting her younger brother's throbber for the first time.

Nicholas started to juice pre-cum, and he allowed it because it so mightily
detracted from the pain in his backside; but the three court handlers knew
they had only a few minutes and could not mess around for too long.  The
sucker boy took one more long and deep suck on Nicholas's throbber, and
once he was able to draw a fairly good gob of servitor precum, warned his
buddies, "We better get the hell out of here!"

***

Once he was alone, hanging like a crucified criminal, Nicholas was aware of
his giant erection, and realized that if anyone of his family or friends
saw it, they would think that he was a pervert as well as a felon.

He wanted his boner to go down, but it would not.  His nervousness made him
start to heavily sweat, making him look all the more like a loser creep.

And when the doors to the Processing and Amercement Clinic finally opened
and Nicholas saw the court guard letting in his visitors, he began to
blush.  His face and chest turned red, and along with his sweating and
giant slave-dong sticking up and out and screaming `total pervert',
Nicholas's brain went into overload.

Nicholas recognized the people who were entering the room, his father, two
brothers, six relatives, and nine college buddies; but he was so
overwhelmed that he could recall none of their names.

All 18 visitors sort of paused as one when they saw Nicholas hanging naked,
flag-poled, blushing, sweating, with his cinched, servitor-collared sack
and rod, with its gaping piss slit open wide and oozing perv juice worse
than anything they had ever witnessed in a zoo's primate cage.

Some of Nicholas's buddies immediately started snickering as they reached
for their cells; but his six relatives simply found the situation too
difficult and embarrassing to handle, and they immediately turned and left
the clinic without so much as acknowledging him.

Nicholas's family offered awkward words of hope, as Nicholas's college
buddies laughed and shot their cell videos of the `hanging loser' from a
distance.

When Nicholas's family and college buddies finally took their leave, it was
almost something of a relief for Nicholas to realize that he would not be
allowed to have any visitors for his first ten months of service in the
home of Mr. Robert Thorne; for Nicholas was quite certain that he would
never again be able to face anyone of them again without feeling totally
worthless before them.

***

When Nicholas was released from the Processing and Amercement Clinic, he
was once again dressed in a neon green jumpsuit and taken to meet his new
owner, Mr. Robert Thorne.

During his initial meeting with Mr. Thorne, Nicholas assessed him as a
`nice guy'.  His words were plain and he sounded caring and sincere to
Nicholas, "When we get home I'll have my boys get you dressed in something
more comfortable, and they can show you around and inform you of your daily
chores and the household rules."

Mr. Thorne's two sons, Dave and Will, seemed like their father to Nicholas,
in that they were plain matter-of-fact guys who were not at all into
lording it over their slave.  They seemed to be a family that simply had
chores it wanted their servitor to perform, and that was that.

The two sons bantered with Nicholas good-naturedly as they showed him about
the house and yard and outlined his duties.

David touched Nicholas on the shoulder, "We'll take you now to your
quarters so you can get dressed in your house uniform, and let you have
some time to yourself to relax a bit."

Nicholas finally was able to feel at ease, for it seemed that his lease had
been purchased by a reasonable and caring family.

But Nicholas's `at ease' stance was put on hold when he was finally shown
his living quarters.

END OF PART ONE

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