The Scarlet Letter

When Nick Kennedy joined Tau Kappa Epsilon, he never thought he would end up sentenced to The Scarlet Letter. TKE had a great reputation as a frat that graduated respectable, run-of-the-mill young men. Nick Kennedy’s life would be anything but run-of-the-mill.

The first three years of his college career went exactly the way it was supposed to go. Pledging for TKE was nothing out of the ordinary - a few late nights of drinking and memorizing the greek alphabet. Nick and his frat brothers would throw the usual college parties and everyone always seemed to be having a good time. Nick was majoring in Business Administration, and by his senior year, he already had a job offer to become an associate at McKinsey & Co alongside some TKE alumni. 

It all disappeared his senior year. TKE had thrown one of its usual parties. Nick had been talking to a girl most of the night, and the two of them eventually ended up in his room. They had both been drinking, laughing, and flirting - nothing out of the ordinary. Eventually Nick started cuddling the girl. While cuddling her, he slipped his hand down her pants and started fingering her. Both of them were really drunk, so Nick barely thought about it, but he assumed she liked it, and eventually they both fell asleep. The next thing Nick remembered was waking up, and the girl was gone. Nick figured she left, “walk-of-shame” style, and that was the end of what Nick assumed to be a one-night stand.

Nick assumed wrong. Two weeks later he got a call from the university’s discipline office, and he was informed that he was being investigated for sexual assault. A month after that, Nick was in a court room trying to explain that he had no idea the girl’s drink had been drugged, and he had absolutely no idea she was “incapable of consenting” to getting fingered.

Unfortunately for Nick, his assumptions were not enough to exonerate him. A few years back, the bar for sexual assault had been drastically lowered, and the punishment dramatically altered. Society now demanded that those found guilty of sexual assault be punished for it in the most heinous way possible. And Nick was found guilty.

“Nicolas Kennedy, you have been found guilty of sexual assault,” said the judge. “This especially heinous crime carries with it a special punishment. You are hereby sentenced to the Scarlet Letter. You will spend the next six months in detention at the Scarlet Letter Facility, and after that, your life will be changed forever. I hope by then you will have recognized that your choices have consequences.”

Nick was twenty-two! How was his life supposed to change forever when it had only just begun!?

He was escorted out of the courtroom by the bailiff and immediately taken into custody.

From the outside, the Scarlet Letter Facility looked like any other prison - a building with barbed-wire fences and very few windows. Nick was escorted in and he eventually found himself in a small room that felt like a classroom. He was seated at a nondescript student’s desk. A tall, strong-looking man walked in and leaned on a larger desk in front of Nick.

“Hello Nick, I am Richard Dale, the warden of the Scarlet Letter Facility. Let me introduce you to what your sentence will entail. The government has decided that in lieu of long prison sentences for those convicted of sexual assault, you will instead experience a shorter prison sentence specifically designed to impress upon you that your choices have consequences, and these consequences can change your life.

Over the course of the next six months, you will have one punishment session each week. During these punishment sessions, you will be asked to make different choices. Hopefully this will teach you about the effects your choices can have on your life. Now, Mr. Kennedy, I’m going to ask you to remove your clothes.”

“What?”, Nick asked softly.

“Mr. Kennedy, you made the choice to humiliate that young woman by sexually assaulting her, so you must live with the consequences of your choice: for the remainder of your sentence, you will not be wearing any clothes.”

“What? That’s impossible”, said Nick defiantly. “First of all, I didn’t assault—“

“Mr. Kennedy!”, interrupted in the warden, giving a stern and serious look at Nick. “You have been found guilty in a court of law. I will not tolerate any disobedience, insolence, or disrespect of any form.”

Richard’s firm, quiet, and extremely serious tone gave Nick pause. He figured maybe he should just obey the orders. Be a “good little boy” and perhaps his sentence wouldn’t be too bad. He decided he would listen to Mr. Richard Dale.

“Now, if you please, Mr. Kennedy, take your clothes off.”

Nick slowly rose out of the student’s desk. He glanced furtively at Warden Richard and then glanced quickly back down at the floor. He took a deep breath. He could feel Warden Richard’s eyes on him. Well, I guess this is it then, Nick thought, the first of probably many humiliating things I’ll have to do. But if I can just get through it without getting into any trouble, then maybe it won’t be too bad. Six months really isn’t too long.

Nick slipped his shoes off and quickly yanked his socks off. He felt the cold linoleum floor underneath his bare feet.

He took off his shirt. Standing there, shirtless, in front of another fully clothed man looming over him, Nick started to truly feel vulnerable.

He paused, briefly hugging himself to shield his chest from the warden’s eyes. Warden Richard did not look away. Nick knew he would be in trouble if he tried to resist any further, so he resigned himself to his task of stripping completely naked in front of this stranger.

He unbuttoned his pants and glanced up at the warden. Warden Richard did not look at Nick, but instead focused expectantly on Nick’s pant zipper. Nick kept his eyes on the warden as he unzipped, and the warden’s gaze did not waver. Now Nick was standing in front of this man, shirt off, his pants unbuttoned, his zipper unzipped, showing a peek of the black briefs he was wearing. Nick paused again, very aware that this man was about to see Nick in a very intimate state of dress. He inhaled and then proceeded to slowly peel off his pants.

Nick was now standing in just his black briefs, hands crossed in front of him, feeling the cold air of the room against his bare skin.

Nick looked up at the warden, hoping to see some glint of mercy in his eyes. Warden Richard had been staring at Nick’s briefs, waiting for them to come down, and when they did not, he looked up at Nick and said, “Nick, this is the last time I am going to ask. Please take your underwear off. Due to your choices, you are meant to feel uncomfortable. You are meant to feel embarrassed. You are meant to feel humiliated, standing in front of me naked. To be honest with you, this is probably one of the easier choices you can make during your sentence, so please, do not make it more difficult than it has to be.”

The warden stared at Nick calmly, as if he had all the time in the world, and a feeling of utter resignation washed over Nick. He knew that he was absolutely powerless against this man. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, rested his hands there, and savored the last few seconds of his dignity.

He was about to shuck his underpants off and stand there proud, with his dick sticking out, but he just couldn’t muster it. Instead, he slid his underpants down with one hand, and he immediately cupped his penis with the other so that Warden Richard wouldn’t see. With his one free hand he threw his briefs on the pile with the rest of his clothes, and then stood there, hands cupping his privates, waiting for Richard Dale to tell him what to do next.

To Nick’s relief, Warden Richard didn’t ask him to uncover his privates. Instead, the warden walked to the door, opened it, and another person walked into the room! Nick was mortified that ANOTHER person was going to see him naked. A young woman entered the room, dressed in what looked like a maid’s uniform. She didn’t even look at Nick, and instead headed straight to his pile of clothes, picked them up, and left the room with the door closing behind her. It all happened very quickly, but Nick was still shaken by the fact that a woman had just walked in and seen him standing there naked in front of this other man.

Warden Richard turned to Nick and brightly said, “Perfect! Now, Mr. Kennedy, because this is meant to be a punishment, I am now going to re-emphasize: that was the last time you will be wearing clothes for the rest of your stay here.”

Nick almost fainted. He had forgotten what the warded had said about carrying out his sentence naked. “Richard - surely we can come to some sort of understanding about me being able to wear clothes at least some of the time. I mean - you can’t hardly expect me to walk around the facility like this?”

The warden gave Nick another serious look and replied, “Mr. Kennedy, you will address me as Warden or Sir. That is it. You will regret addressing me in any other manner. And yes, I fully expect you to spend the next six months of your stay in this facility completely naked, and I fully expect you to walk around the hallways completely naked as we are about to do right now.” And with that, the warden opened the door and motioned for Nick to walk through.

Still cupping his penis, Nick slowly walked toward the door and peered out into a hallway. He didn’t see anyone there so he stepped out and waited for Warden Richard to show him where to go. The warden stepped into the hallway and began walking toward another door at the other end. Nick followed him, and was extremely aware of his bare ass jiggling as he walked down the hallway naked. He was definitely happy that no one else was in the hallway to see him, but just the sheer act of walking down a hallway completely naked made Nick’s face burn with humiliation. His hands still had never once left the protective cup they formed around his penis, and he was going to shield his privates from view for a long as he possibly could.

They walked through the door, and entered what looked like a medical room with some sort of table/chair in the center. Much to Nick’s horror, there was another man standing in the room. Nick felt humiliated standing in front of these two fully clothed men, cupping his penis in an attempt to keep some sort of dignity for himself.

“Ah, Dr. Wilson, good to see you,” said Warden Richard.

“Warden,” nodded the doctor.

“Mr. Kennedy, Dr. Wilson is going to wax you. Now if you could please remove your hands from your penis, he needs to inspect you to determine the options for the waxing.”

“What!?”, exclaimed Nick.

“As part of your sentence, you will have to experience a waxing. I’m sorry, Nick, but these are the consequences of your choices,” said the warden, “and you better get used to it too, because you will undergo a waxing every month for the remainder of your sentence.”

“You have to be kidding me. I’m already butt-ass naked, and now you expect me to get my ass waxed by some random dude!? Isn’t this humiliating enough!?”

“Your ass actually doesn’t look like it needs a waxing,” chimed in the doctor. Nick’s face burned with humiliation. “But I’ll need to you to remove your hands from covering your dick so I can see what else might need waxing. Once I’ve evaluated you, you’ll get to make some choices about how the waxing will proceed.”

“Yes, Mr. Kennedy,” added the warden, “please remove your hands from covering your penis. We need to see what we’re working with. Additionally, no, standing there naked is not nearly humiliating enough for the crime you’ve been convicted of. So yes, in addition to being forced to be stand naked in front of us, you will be forced to submit to a waxing, which will not only be humiliating, but also very painful, as it is intended to be.”

Nick started to feel a pit of fear building in his stomach. Painful!? He suddenly realized that waxing meant hair would be getting pulled OUT of very sensitive parts of his body. He gripped his penis tighter and started to shuffle toward the door.

“Mr. Kennedy! Do not even think about it. I assure you that the choice you are about to make will result in consequences much worse than simply deciding how your waxing is going to proceed,” warned the warden.

Being stark naked in front of two grown men had taken a toll on Nick’s resolve, and after that warning from the warden, Nick’s last drop of defiance evaporated.

“Now, please remove your hands from covering your dick. This is the last time I ask you,” said the warden seriously.

Nick gritted his teeth and looked up at the ceiling. Slowly, he let his hands fall away from his penis. He was now completely bare in front of these men. He had worked so hard to keep his penis concealed, and just like that it was now on display for the room.

“Great!”, said the doctor, “now please come over to the table so I can inspect you.”

Nick’s face was already burning from being forced to show his penis to these men, and now they expected him to submit to some type of inspection!? No way! But as his hands moved to clasp his penis again, he saw the stern look in the warden’s eyes, and realized he had no choice. He sauntered over to the examination table and sat down, hands at his side, dick still on display for the world to see.

“Please lie down on the table,” said the doctor.

Nick lied back on the table and felt the ceiling lights illuminating his naked body. It felt like there was a spotlight shining directly onto his penis. He was completely mortified.

“Great,” said the doctor, “so your penis and pubic region will definitely need to be waxed. Luckily for you, it doesn’t seem like you have much hair on your chest, so we’ll just have to wax the patches around your nipples. Raise your arms. Yes, naturally we’ll be waxing the armpits as well. Alright, can you shift so that you’re leaning face down over the table. I need to inspect your asshole as well.”

“What?,” gasped Nick, “I thought you said my ass didn’t need to be waxed.”

“Your ass cheeks are nice and smooth, but I need to inspect your ass hole,” clarified the doctor.

“No way—“, began Nick.

“Mr. Kennedy,” interrupted the warden sternly.

“Alright, alright,” said Nick, as he shifted on the table so that instead he was leaning over it, his ass up in the air. The angle forced him to widen and bend his legs to that inevitably his hole was completely exposed. He felt the cold air on this extremely intimate part of his body, and he felt his balls slightly swaying between his widened legs.

“Perfect. Thank you very much, Nicolas, this is beautiful,” said the doctor. Nick’s face burned with humiliation.

“Alright, Nick, you can sit back down while I describe your choices. Your first choice: would you like to start with the front of your body first or the back of your body?”, ask the doctor.

This was the choice that Nick got to make? Just which part of his naked body was going to be waxed by this man!? He was beginning to find this whole sentencing ludicrous. The doctor waited for an answer and Nick evaluated. He figured that the most painful part of the waxed had to be on his penis, and he wanted to get that overwith.

“The front,” Nick said tersely.

“Great!,” the doctor said with a smile, “lie down for me again. Your next choice: which part of your body do you want to start with? You can choose: your armpits, nipples, pubic area, shaft, or balls.”

Nick burned with humiliation as he listened to the doctor clinically reference some of the most intimate parts of his body.

“Uh… armpits I guess? We’ll work our way down so that I can warm up to it a bit?”, Nick responded.

“Oh, you will definitely be warming up,” chuckled the warden. Nick had almost forgot he was there. His face flushed as he remembered his penis was on display for not one, but two men.

“Let’s get started!”, exclaimed the doctor.

Before he knew it, the doctor was standing over Nick with a bowl of hot wax. Before he could even gather his thoughts, Nick felt the doctor pull his arms over his head and start slathering on hot wax over his armpits.

“This is really going to hurt,” warned the doctor, and without very much of a pause, he YANKED the hardened wax off of Nick’s armpit.

Nick’s armpit burned as if he had been lit on fire. The burning didn’t just last a second. The sting lingered and it felt like it was gonna stay raw and red forever. Nick grunted to try to get the pain to pass. The warden was right. His body was certainly going to be warmed up. He felt his eyes watering already.

Without single word, the doctor YANKED again at Nick’s armpit. Nick grunted again. Nick couldn’t believe it, but the pain almost worse than it was the first time, and now the second half of his armpit was burning.

The doctor YANKED on Nick’s other armpit, and this time Nick tried to pull his arms down to protect himself. The doctor was strong and forced Nick’s arms to stay above his head. Nick grunted, hoping through through sheer masculinity his grunts could keep the pain at bay.

YANK, and Nick felt the burning in his armpit again. His eyes were watering so much his vision started to get a little blurry.

The doctor started lathering Nick’s nipples, and he jumped as he felt the warmth on an area even more sensitive than his armpits. Nick started to sweat in panic as he realized this was going to be much worse than the armpits.

“Nick, please do not resist or we will be forced to tie you down,” said the doctor.

YANK, and Nick’s right nipple BURNED like it was lit on fire. He seethed through his teeth and fought tears back from his eyes.

YANK, and Nick’s left nipple BURNED. Two nipples burning on fire. He sucked in a deep breath and tried to keep from crying out.

“Great, Nick. I’m going to start waxing your penis area now. This is probably going to be one of the most painful things you’ve ever felt. At least that’s the feedback I’ve gotten from other men. Feel free to cry. Most men do,” said the doctor.

He spread Nick's legs wide, making sure Nick’s crotch completely exposed. Nick felt the cold air wafting around his dick and balls before feeling the hot wax lathering all over his pubic region. The wax coated his happy trail, his entire bush right down to the root of his shaft, and along the edges of his thighs next to his balls. Nick felt grateful his dick and balls were spared for this round. He shifted, clearly uncomfortable, as the heat sunk into the extremely intimate part of his body.

Without any warning, the doctor YANKED from Nick’s happy trail right down to the root of Nick’s shaft. “ARRGH!!”, Nick grunted loudly, bucking his hips wildly. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt. The strip where the doctor had ripped his pubic hair felt like it was lit on fire. His eyes immediately welled with tears and Nick had to force himself to keep from crying. He wanted to yell out. He wanted to scream. The pain lingered and it felt like his crotch was going to be stinging forever. He had no idea how he was gonna take any more strips to his crotch - let alone the beating he knew his dick and balls were going to take after. The thought of that alone almost drove him to tears. He glanced down and almost laughed at the landing strip of bare skin in the middle of his bush leading down to his dick. A bright pink stripe in between two mounds of pubic hair.

“Nick, that was way too much wiggling. I’m afraid I’m going to have to tie you down as we wax the rest of your bush. Clearly, this is way too painful for you to sit through calmly,” said the doctor.

The warden immediately grabbed some rope and began tying Nick’s legs down to the table, making sure they were pulled wide so the doctor could reach every single crevice of Nick’s crotch. Nick felt the warden tie down his chest to the table as well so he couldn’t sit up.

YANK, “ARGHHH!”, YANK, “AAAHHH!”, YANK, “AAAHHHH!”, YANK, “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Nick was full on YELPING as the doctor mercilessly ripped out strip after strip of his public hair. His crotch was BURNING with a fire he had never felt in his life. It felt like his entire pubic area had just been spanked 5000 times. His eyes were full of tears and his nose was running.

Nick looked down at his crotch again, and this time he was greeted with a red, very bare crotch. The pain was barely deteriorating, but what almost made him want to cry more was the sight of bare skin. He looked completely ridiculous, naked in front of these men, pubic area naked of any of the hair that had been bolstering masculinity.

“Nick, we’re about to move onto the most delicate parts of your body,” the doctor said with a sick smirk, “I’m going to wax your shaft and then your balls. Cry as much as you want, as this is going to HURT more than you can imagine. Feel free to struggle as much as you want now that you’re tied down. It’s not going to matter.”

And with that, the doctor began to slather hot wax all over Nick’s shaft and balls. Nick’s armpits, nipples, and pubic area were already BURNING LIKE HELL, but Nick was still suddenly aware of the fact that his penis was extremely soft right now and probably looked super dinky as the doctor manhandled it.

This time, the doctor was going to give a warning. He seemed to relish upping the intensity as the waxing moved on toward the most sensitive part of Nick’s body. “Alright, Nick, I’m going to pull the strip in 3, 2, …”

Nick jolted preemptively.

“Nick! I can’t hardly get a good grip if you buck like that,” said the doctor, smirking. “Let’s try again. First strip of hair coming off your penis in 3, 2, …” Nick tensed every muscle in his body in anticipation, “ONE!”

YANK!!

Nick SHRIEKED. The right side of his dick BURNED. He immediately burst into tears. He wasn’t sure if he’d chosen the “right” body part to start with, but that hurt more than every single other strip of wax combined. He wept quietly as he felt the fire on his dick continue to burn.

The doctor waited a few moments, relishing Nick’s sobs.

“Now the next strip in 3, 2, … ONE!!”, YAANK!!

Nick SCREAMED. His scream died into a sob as he felt the other side of his dick light on fire. He wished he didn’t even have a penis. He wished he would be anywhere but here, feeling each little hair being RIPPED from the sensitive skin of his most sensitive member.

“Alright, Nick. The dick is done. Wanna take a look?”, the doctor said. Nick looked down and saw his poor penis, bright red with pain, completely devoid of hair. Except for his balls. His hairy balls stood out starkly against the rest of his naked crotch. He knew the waxing of his balls was going to be the absolute worst thing he had ever experienced in his privileged life.

“Ok! Moving on to the balls! This is the most fun part! Have fun suffering through it, Nick, I know I will,” the doctor said sickly. “And now in 3, 2, …” Nick braced himself, fully expecting the worst pain he had ever felt. “ONEEE!!” YAANKKK!!!

Nick was yelling bloody murder. He SCREAMED and SCREAMED and SCREAMED. “PLEASE!! NOOO!! DOCTOR, PLEASE!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOPPPP!!”, Nick sobbed. He begged the doctor not to do any more, but YAAANKKK!!! and it felt like his balls were being ripped OFF!

Nick collapsed into nonsensical weeping as he felt the doctor YANK, YANK, YANK the hair off his poor crown jewels. They were right - he really wasn’t going to be the same after this.

Eventually Nick realized that the yanking had stopped. It felt like his balls were being bathed in fire, but it no longer felt like they were being skinned alive. He looked down and what he saw brought him to tears. His completely naked penis, sagging pathetically, without a single hair. He immediately looked away.

“Ok, Nick! Now for the backside!”, said the doctor cheerily.

“Wait, WHAT!?”, exclaimed Nick. Oh god - he had forgotten that they had wanted to wax his asshole too.

“Please, doctor, no,” whined Nick. He looked over at the warden, who had been quietly watching his torture with glee in his eyes. “Please, warden. I’m begging you. Haven’t I already been through enough!?”

“No, as a matter of fact, you haven’t, Mr. Kennedy. In fact, even after today you will still not have been through enough, which is exactly why you will be due back here for another waxing in exactly one month,” said the warden.

“No, no, no, no, no,” repeated Nick. The doctor and the warden ignored him as they lifted him out of his pool of sweat on the table and repositioned him with his ass up, legs spread, newly smooth, very red, and very raw balls swinging in the air. They tied him there, making sure he was fastened securely.

Nick felt that same kiss of cool air on his sweet little pucker. There was always a kiss of cool air before his most intimate parts had been lit on fire.

He felt his asscrack slathered in hot wax. It felt especially hot right around his hole, and Nick’s face burned with humiliation - enough to almost match his burning penis.

There was no warning this time. YAAANKKK!!! And it felt like his asscrack was being ripped out from in between his cheeks. No screams this time, just an exhausted gasp and desperate sobs.

Then Nick smelled the strange scent of coal. It was very disorienting, smelling what smelled like a barbecue being started here in this doctor’s office.

He heard some shuffling behind him. And then time seemed to slow down. What transpired in the next few seconds changed Nick’s life forever. He heard two steps behind him.

And then, SSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIZZZZLLLEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His right ass cheek erupted into flames. Nick was struggling wildly. He pulled on his bonds like he was trying to run from the devil. He SCREEEAAAMED and SCREEEAAAMED. He had never felt anything like this in his life. He would take a waxing on his balls again 50 times over if he never had to experience this again. Sometimes they say something hurts so much that it doesn’t hurt anymore. That’s a lie. His ass BURNED and BURNED and BURNED. It literally felt like they had held a flame directly onto his ass cheek. And it felt like they held it there until Nick slumped over in his bonds, completely overcome by the burning pain on his ass cheek.

He heard the men step away. The pain was still there. A burning unlike anything Nick had ever felt. The burning on his right ass cheek almost eclipsed the burning where he has been waxed (but not quite. His balls and dick, pubic area, nipples and armpits still burned from their waxing).

He felt his bonds fall to the ground, and he almost slid off the examination table before the doctor and the warden caught him and hoisted him to his feet. As the men walked him over to the other side of the room, he found himself looking down at his poor, pathetic dick, red, raw, and swinging in the air for all the world to see. He never thought he would stop being humiliated by being forced to be completely nude in front of these men - let alone bald and nude.

When he looked up, the men had dragged him over to a mirror on a wall. He stared at himself in the mirror. He saw angry red armpits and nipples, and his poor naked dick staring back at him, and his eyes welled with tears.

But then, the men brought another mirror behind him, and everything froze. Looking at a reflection of his backside, Nick saw his butt, same as he had always seen it, WITH A RED “R” EMBLAZONED ON THE RIGHT ASS CHEEK.

He couldn’t believe it. He looked at the warden who looked back at him with the most evil of grins. He looked back at his butt. His eyes fixed on that RED “R” glaring off of his ass cheek.

And he broke down weeping.

They had branded him. They had actually branded him. There was absolutely no coming back from this now. He was going to have this mark with him for the rest of his life.

While he stood there sobbing, he felt the doctor affix something over his penis. When he looked up into the mirror, he saw that his cock had just been locked into a snug little black case. He immediately pushed the doctor away and started pulling, trying to get the case off.

“Yes, Nick. You may have noticed we have branded you with the Scarlet Letter. This mark will be on your body forever.

As for the chastity device. We’ve locked your penis away for the time being. The only way your dick is getting hard is by straining against that case. Unfortunately, I expect that will be supremely uncomfortable. It certainly won’t be very easy for you to reach an orgasm anytime soon.

These are the consequences of your choices. Your choice to commit sexual assault merits a punishment of locking your dick away so that you can no longer feel pleasure in the place that drove you to commit that choice in the first place. Your choice left that poor young woman with a scar she will carry with her for the rest of her life. The consequence of that that choice is that you have been given a scar that will follow you for the rest of your life.

You will get to make many more choices during your stay here, so I hope you learn how important your choices can be. I will see you in one week - where your choice will determine the course of your next punishment session.”

And with that, two men walked into the room. Nick barely registered what the warden had said as he scrambled to cover his junk with his hands. He had just had his dick and balls waxed, his penis locked up, and he was more determined than ever to avoid even more embarrassment.

As if on cue, one of the men said, “Nice ass,” as they both grabbed Nick and started walking him toward the door. He instinctively let go of his penis and was about to cover up his ass when he remembered the burning “R” and thought better of it. He tried to reach back to cover his poor, hairless dick and balls again, but the guards said, “Too late,” and held his arms at his side so that he felt his dick swinging freely in the wind, weighed down by the weight of the case it was trapped in. “Not much to see when you’re all locked up anyway,” the guards teased as they marched him into the hall.

Nick burned with humiliation being marched naked down the hallway again, but once again they didn’t pass anyone.

He was deposited in to his cell. It was a modest cell, but looked reasonable comfortable. There was a real toilet, sink, and a small, sparse bed. There was even a bookshelf with about 20 different books. I guess they want us to focus on the punishments rather than the actual prison sentence, Nick thought.

But as he wandered over toward the toilet and sink, he was horrified to see the burning red “R” on his ass reflected back at him. It seemed they had very intentionally designed the toilet area with two mirrors so that it was impossible to not go to the toilet without seeing your ass reflected back at you. It seemed they wanted to make sure that you had a mark on your ass that was never going away.

Nick lied down on the bed. His armpits were raw, his nipples hurt, his dick and balls were still glowing red and burning. His asscheek throbbed. He looked down at his locked dick. Nick was so humiliated, so mortified, and in so much pain he couldn’t even imagine getting a boner. But a tingle of anxiety creeped into his stomach at the thought of not even being able to jack off until they released his penis from its cage. And who knew when that would be.

Nick passed out, just wanting to escape from the consequences of the choices that had literally scarred him forever.