University Lacrosse Players Get Punished for being Real Jerks

Starting part 2:

The sergeant then left the interrogation room, along with the nurse and the woman who was raped. He went to the lieutenant’s office. “Well, lieutenant, you see what I was saying? I managed to break these kids real fast. I want to see their attorneys try and wiggle their way out of this!” “Good, sergeant!” , replied the lieutenant, “what are you doing now!” “Getting them ready for transport, sir. We have them in bright orange jumpsuits! The other inmates at the county jail probably already know about this. They always do!” “Fresh fish!” replied the lieutenant. Then both men laughed and walked together to the interrogation room. They were just in time to see Randy and Tom, dressed in sandals and those aforementioned orange jumpsuits walking gloomily out of the room, and down toward the rear of the police station. Their hands were shackled along with their ankles. The guards assigned to them, who were both African American, didn’t want to take any chances. The sergeant and the lieutenant smiled as the rear doors were opened, and the two prisoners were led into a small courtyard to a waiting municipal van. They stepped in and the doors were slammed shut. Then the rear gate way doors were opened, and the van disappeared down the road-toward the county jail. “Bye bye, assholes!” laughed the sergeant.

“What about the videos of their processing?” “Don’t worry, sir, they are being saved.” “Good, I want us to be covered!” “Don’t worry, sir, and I would like to suggest that these be kept for the purposes of training some of our corrections officers.” “Good idea, sergeant, but I would like to watch them first, in addition, I think that we can sell them to some video stores, for ‘educational purposes’ you know.” The two men laughed at this, they knew that it was common practice for the police in the town to arrest people, usually young white males, and have them submit to strip searches and even total body cavity searches. These were videotaped, for the “protection of the suspects” and it was common for these videotapes to be sold to local video stores. Under the law these were not considered pornography, but educational. They were part of keeping the public “informed” and hence protected. Needless to say, these videos were better gay porn, and cheaper, than anything else available. It gave the police an extra incentive to do their jobs well. Local college kids complained bitterly about the videos, but, hey, if you can’t do the time (or the video) don’t get in trouble.

The lieutenant got the tape, and put it into his VCR that was in his office. “Wow, you really did a good job sergeant! Amazing! You really got those punks scared! I thought these college lacrosse punks were pussies, but I didn’t think that they were that pathetic. They are crying like girls!” “Yeah, and that’s what they will be..girls!” More laughter.

The van pulled up to the front wall of the county jail. On either side there were high guard towers. It looked like something right out of the movies. The front gates opened, after the passes of the drivers were checked. “Right in guys!” Smiled the guard at the front gate. Then in drove the van. On either side, playing basketball or lifting weights in the exercise yard, were several dozen inmates, mostly black, but also some pretty scary looking white guys as well. Then someone yelled: “fresh fish! Fresh fish!” Tom and Randy were horrified! They knew that they were being yelled at. “Look, uhh driver, sir, you aren’t going to put us with them are you?” “Don’t worry, kid, they don’t know who you are, yet. Waite til I tell them, then you can worry! Ha ha ha!” Randy just looked in horror at Tom when he heard these words. His heart sank. All his hope was fading. Then the van went inside the building to a processing area. The doors slammed behind the boys. They were weighed, and photographed, again. They stood at a desk and filled out some paper work. Then some more doors were opened and they proceeded into the prison itself. There were cells on either side, and lots of inmates looking out and taking interest at the two scared young white boys that were being led in. A few catcalls and kisses were blown at them. Randy and Tome tried to ignore this. For a second Randy even tried to look tough, but it was no use. His fear was just as obvious as Tom’s. They were marched through the jail all the way they walked. Then they went downstairs to a shower area. It was not like the area they were accustomed to going after lacrosse practice. It was dark and dirty. They were led by two African American guards, the same two who drove the van that got them here. They wore grey uniforms that said department of corrections. They were led to a large, bare shower stall, where an old black guy, Randy figured he was an inmate, was standing there with a hose. “Okay, assholes, here you sons a bitches will be processed!” “Look, sir, don’t call us that, we have…” Bam! One of the black officers punched Randy so hard that the young man was knocked clean on his ass. “Don’t you speak unless you are spoken to, asshole, you got that, you little pussy?!” Randy looked up. Then he said quietly. “Uhhh…yeh…I mean, uhh, yes, sir.” He then got up, and stood next to Tom, who looked just as terrified. And waited for instructions.

But no instructions were forthcoming. The two guards just stepped foreword, and as the elderly black guy holding the hose beamed a bright smile, unzipped the jumpsuits, and quickly stripped them off the two university lacrosse players. Tom and Randy were left standing in their sandals, naked before the three black men. Tom looked down. He gently put one of his hands over his small penis. Randy looked down, too, and realized in horror what the police had done at the police station. Their pubic hair was gone! This was a startling remembrance. And there would be no privacy here. Needless to say, Randy also tried to “cover up”. But it was too late. “Hey looky here! They shaved! They must be fruitcakes or something!” The inmate trustee said these words, even though he knew better. He knew of the custom of police of taking large samples of pubic hair from suspects, especially cocky young white guys. It was an effective tactic to break them, to emasculate them. In this situation, it worked like a charm in the two lacrosse dudes.

Then, the corrections officers ordered Randy and Tom into the shower room, and to “do what the trustee tells you, or else!” The boys knew by now that these guys really meant business. So they stood, naked, in the shower room, and, under orders from the elderly trustee, “assumed the position”, feet apart, hands behind their heads, eyes front. The trustee and the guards smiled, looking over the two young men. Smooth and well muscled blond Tom, with his face looking like an angel, or slightly older looking, and leaner and hairier Randy. Naked, and standing in this position, the sight was almost too good to be true. These were young white university lacrosse players, both of them. And now, an inmate, an African American, was standing there, hose in hand, and was in charge of them. He looked at their faces. Despite being nineteen and twenty years of age, in their vulnerable position, they looked younger-even Randy. The old man smiled as he looked them up and down. Sometimes one or the other of the boys would take a quick peek from side to side, or even make eye contact with the trustee or with one of the corrections officers. Always this would be followed by a sharp rebuke: “I said eyes front..asshole, you understand, boy!” “Uhhh, yes, sir!” The young men were obviously completely intimidated by their tormentors. This was good. They would be easy to control. They were under the power of people that last week they would have despised. The situation of their lives was now upside down. They remained in that position, a position of surrender really, for several more minutes. Then the trustee turned on the hose, and proceeded to wash the two beautiful young men. He let the hose go all over their young athletic bodies. He was sure to see to it that he got up and down their sides, and, with their legs open, he got between there too, and was sure to get their penises. After all we wouldn’t want them dirty now, would we? He thought. Finally, they were ordered to turn around, and thus reveal their naked butts to the three men. They of course could not see them, but they felt the eyes upon them. And the hose kept spraying. It was humiliating. Simply a degrading procedure that had more to do with breaking down a young man’s spirit than with hygiene. But if that was its sinister purpose, it was most effective on the two young white college athletes. And indeed, their buttocks were worth looking at, if I may say so, and not have it seem in poor taste. Then finally the inevitable order: “bend over, and spread your cheeks! Now!” The two youths were a bit surprised. They didn’t know how far this hosing down was going to go. They also knew, however, that there was nothing to do about it. So, inevitably, you guessed it, they bent over, legs spread, and pulled their buttocks wide apart for the total viewing of the three black men. Their anuses were plainly visible in this obscene position. Can’t these people at least let a man keep some of his dignity? Thought Randy. Tom was by this time on the verge of tears. This is just wrong he thought. Nevertheless, the hosing continued, with the old trustee even starting to sing! The two corrections officers were actually starting to get hard ons under their uniforms. It was too good. Two young white privileged university lacrosse punks under their power! Justice, they thought. Now they will be degraded and humiliated. That is how it should be. We have the power. All the power now. There privilege means nothing in here. And look at there anuses. One a little hairy, and one smooth and pink like a kids. Great eye candy!

After this point the boys were allowed to stand up straight again, and let there privates, at least as far as their anuses go, be covered, if only by their beautiful buns. They were still naked, though. And humiliated. And above all scared. They then had to raise their arms again, straight out to the side, and submit to another humiliation. That was delousing. The trustee, his own old pecker starting to get hard by now, put some delousing powder in his hand and proceeded to toss some under each young man’s arms and between each man’s legs, near their now smooth shaved groins. Then, as an added affront, they had to bend over again, although without spreading their legs, just bending their knees, and open up the view to their anuses again. Delousing powder was spread there, too. Now these young men, stripped naked, were perfectly sanitized. Now they were ready to meet the rest of the prison population, who by now were aware of their offenses, and generally were waiting their chance to get even!

Tom and Randy were then tossed some prison clothes and some underwear. “Put these on!” The two young men then got dressed in their new outfits, and were greatfil that their nudity was finally being covered. They were then led out of the shower area and into the general housing cell block area. They walked with the two black corrections officers into the big cell block area, that was full of mostly black, but some tough looking white inmates as well. It was a scary place. Tom and Randy stayed together. “No , you two are going to be separated. Don’t worry, assholes, we will find new lovers for you both! Ha Ha HA” The two boys looked at each other in horror. “See you later, bud”. They gave each other a final handshake and embrace, and each went to a different section of the prison accompanied by one of the corrections officers.

Tom was led to a small cell, with three black guys in it. “In there you go!” Tom stepped inside and soon the door was slammed shut behind him, and the guard walked away, “pleasant dreams, lover boy!” Then he walked away laughing. Tom, just stood there, staring through the bars. Then he turned and sat down on one of the bunks. His three cellmates looked at each other, then at Tom. “Hey, dude, you one of them dudes that they say raped that black girl at the college?” “Yeah, I am I mean…” Tom realized his mistake; he should not have admitted who he was, although clean cut college kids like him were rare enough in this place to make him stand out. “Good, asshole, cuz, we were waiting to get a piece of you!” “Don’t you touch, me…I’ll call the guard, I will!” Tom then yelled out for the guard, but the other three guys just laughed, “you think that he cares, he’s a ‘brother’ too, even the white ones don’t care!” Then the three jumped on Tom, who fought back hard, screaming for help, to no avail. Kicking and struggling, his three attackers were driven back, only to surround Tom like a pack of wolves waiting for another chance to pounce on their quarry. Tom yelled for help some more, only succedding in getting the attention of the other inmates on the cell block, who from their cells, were enjoying the spectacle. “Fresh fish, fresh fish!” They kept yelling. “that one is about to get it”. Loud cheering, even drowning out Tom’s cries for help. Tom continued to fight, but more in desperation, as though he knew that he was only postponing the inevitable outcome. There would be no help for him in here.

Tom kicked and hit his assailants at least several times. He was strong and athletic. But eventually one of them got on Tom’s back and held him from behind, putting the boy off balance and hence making his subsequent blows ineffective. But Tom kept on swinging nevertheless, futile as it was. Finally, with his arms held, and kicking instead, at least one of his attackers was in position to make a good counterattack. Wham, wham, bang bang. Repeated blows were struck into Tom’s stomach and chest. Gradually Tom grew weaker and weaker under the onslaught. He was then punched several more times in his stomach, and eventually went limp, collapsing under the weight of the blows. At that point his other two attackers had more of an opportunity to join in the assault. Tom was finished, and clearly being beaten into submission. It was no use to resist at this point. Tom fell, gasping and coughing, to the floor of the cell, on his hands and knees. The other inmates watched on, and cheered. “Now, we begin the fun part! Let’s get this bitch!”

Laughing and smiling, the three men then lost no time in ripping off Tom’s shirt. They revealed Tom’s strong tanned, but bruised upper body. Then the boy’s pants were pulled down, all the way to his ankles. His shoes the attackers didn’t even bother with. The onlookers outside watched from their cells and cheered some more. It was a great show. “Nice ass.” “Look at that butt!” “Wow, I sure would want a piece of that!” “How many cartons of smokes are you selling ‘her’ for?” The yelling and cheering continued. Tom, just laid there being stripped. He was by now too stunned to offer any more resistence. He was now naked, except for his shoes and socks, which of course only served to make him look even more exposed. He was still trying to get up, but was shoved back down on his hands and knees. “Down, bitch!” Tom stayed down, remaining almost naked on his hands and knees, then he felt something weird. It was hands on his bare bottom, feeling and kneading his cheeks, like dough. “Nice, nice, nice smooth ass, like marble, yeah, firm, nice ass,” Someone kept saying. Tom’s face went red. This was totally humiliating. He felt his buttocks actually being pulled open by one pair of hands, while the other two held his back and his head, keeping him in the down position. Various comments were made about his body. Until now, Tom never really understood what it felt like being raped. His whole manhood, no, even his feeling of being a person, was disintegrating.

Tom next felt a hand feeling all the way between his buttocks, which, being on his kness with his legs fairly spread, were pretty much open. The fingers felt Tom’s anus, and worked their way down all the way to the young blonde’s scrotum, and his penis then to his groin. “Hey, its smooth here!” His assailant noted the shaved groin area of the young man. “Why is that, bitch? You a fag, or what?” “Well, one thing is clear, if you ain’t a fag yet, you soon will be!” Tom didn’t answer. He kept his head low. The physical violation made him too humiliated to say anything. Then he felt something on his anus. It was cold and wet. At first he thought it was a penis, but it wasn’t. It was his assailant’s mouth! He was biting and licking the area between Tom’s buttocks and biting and licking his anus as well. Tom kept his head down. In a strange sort of way, it actually felt exciting! It was humiliating, but Tom couldn’t resist, so he closed his eyes, and started to relax. He actually began to feel a strange pleasurable sensation. It was starting to make him feel sexually excited. Even his own penis started to get hard. This was shameful to him. Was he a fag? He thought. The two other black guys kept holding Tom down, and the third, behind him with his hands opening Tom’s cheeks, kept licking and biting and spitting, thus violating the young lacrosse player’s body in a most intimate way. Tom started to moan and get hard. It went on for several minutes with Tom’s butt crack getting filled with saliva. Then his assailant backed up, and statrted to undo his own trousers, and reveal a huge black dick, which was rock hard solid. He lined it up with the young man’s spit covered anus, and pressed home. It penetrsated the young guys hole, which was already partially relaxed from all the feeling and fondling it endured. Tom felt some pain, but not as much as you would expect. The penis pushed deeper and deeper into the hole, until it could go no further, it was in all the way up to the black man’s balls, which were banging Tom’s much smaller pair. To Tom it felt weird, a dick all the way inside his body. It hurt, yes, but then he started to relax, as though he was about to move his bowels. It seemed as though the dick was going in all the way to his stomach. Tom, in a perverse sense, was almost enjoying it. His body relaxed, and his bowels loosened, his anus got larger, and soon the assailant was pumping in and out, to the cheers of inmates, as that big black dick pulled out, spit and shit came out of Tom’s loose hole. Tom, humiliated and completely submissive, breathed heavy and started to moan louder and louder. He lost the psychological ability to resist, and just started to moan and get almost as loud as his cheering attackers. “Uhh uhh, oh yeah…uhh..uhh, oooo, yeah, more , oo yeah, my ass, more ohh yeah…you are the man…oooo my ass yeah” Tom was actually asking for more! What was the use? He may as well enjoy it! Then the other two took turns on Tom, with the same result. Tom was rock hard and full of sexual delight down there. No use in resisting now! In the end the three black men ejaculated in Tom, and on him as well. Tom, for his part, rolled over on his back, exhausted and flushed red from the experience. He lay there, naked, on his back, his one knee bent, with his shoes still on, covered with cum, his erection gradually receding, and his eyes shut. He was a beauty like that. He was also sexually broken. No future assailant who wanted a piece of him would have any problem. The three looked down and smiled. They knew that they would, in the coming days, make some good money off this beautiful blonde white boy. Wow, what a gorgeous sight, him lying there like that!

By this time, of course Randy was led to a different cell block, and to a different set of roommates. He proceeded into a cell occupied, as was the case with his teammate Tom, by three other inmates. In this case, however, two of the other inmates were white, like Randy. The two white guys, one slender and the other bald and overweight were members of some local motorcycle gang. Both sported tattoos on their well muscled arms. Randy nodded at his cell mates, and then sat down on one of the bunks. The black guy looked him over, and nodded to the other two men. Randy, for his part, soon felt the urge to take a leak. The cell, although small for four people, had a sink and a toilet, of course no stall. Randy walked over to the toilet, opened his fly, and proceeded to relieve himself. As he was doing this, he noticed that the skinny white guy was checking him out. “Hey, dude, nice cock you have.” Randy just finished. He felt awkward talking while in the middle of urinating. Finally, he finished and was relieved to be able to close up his fly. After all, what does someone say to a remark like that?

“Hey, dude, I here you are one of them University lacrosse players they got locked up in here. I was dying to meet you. Hey, you know you look real cute. How about it, dude, why don’t you and me be bunk buddies? You see my friends? They can be your friends, too? Hey, we all need friends, and you’re real cute? What do you look like naked? Hey, when you get into the showers we will have a better chance to check you out, but how about stripping for us so we can have a preview?” The three men laughed at this. Randy didn’t know what to say. “Look, I am not gay, and I, uhh, don’t like guys looking at me like that. I am not that kind. If you guys want to do that to each other, fine, but count me out!” “Ha, bullshit, you college jocks are all queers! Come on, all those group showers! You guys are always smacking each other on the ass. Hey, I bet you love it when practice is over, so you can check out all your pretty boy buddies in the locker room and in the showers. Hey, is there any guy in particular that you like smacking his ass? I bet there is.” Randy’s face turned red. The truth be told, he was no stranger to the camaraderie of the locker room. And, there were times indeed, after practice, when he did kind of get of rush from touching the buttocks of a teammate. But he still never thought of himself as gay. He was confused.

At this point of indecision, the black guy joined the skinny white guy and approached Randy. Randy tried to step back, but hit the wall behind him. Then the skinny white guy said “Get ‘em!” The two rushed foreword, butRandy fought back hard, and after a few minutes of scuffling it seemed, was about to successfully protect his honor, if only temporarily. Then at a pont in the fight where Randy had his two assailants backed up, and he was standing in the middle of the cell, the big fat White Motorcycle dude got up off his bunk, and grabbed Randy from behind, in a chokehold. Randy’s breathing was cut off by this man’s powerful and huge right arm. “I see, guys, you can’t even take care of a college punk, I’ll have to help you two!” Randy struggled, but his breathing was cut off, and soon he was having trouble even staying conscious. The other two laughed, looked at each other and smiled. Then the white one said, “well, let’s have some fun!” Then the two, casually and with little urgency, proceeded to undress Randy, as though it was simply a minor housekeeping chore. They even whistled while they were doing it!

Randy, gasping for breath and trying to stay conscious, was soon under no illusions about what was happening. He couldn’t look down, but he felt his clothes getting looser, and felt the air on his skin. Then he wished he would pass out. He remembered the conversation, and even without looking down he knew the truth. These two men were taking off his clothes! He was being stripped naked! His undershirt, which because of the chokehold, could not be pulled over his head, was torn to pieces. His underpants were already removed. A comment came from one of the two about his shaved pubes. Randy was choking, but still conscious. Maybe that is all they are going to do, he thought. But he knew that wasn’t true. Tears started to fill his face and roll down his cheeks. He knew at that point that it was no use. He was going to be raped.

Finally, the choke hold was released. Randy, either because he was out of air, or because he was psychologically traumatized, I don’t know, but he fell to his knees. He was entirely naked. In this instance his attackers even took off his shoes and socks. They stood over him. “We got something for you, dude! We got it from the kitchen!” Randy looked up. The thin white guy picked up a can of Crisco and showed it to Randy. “We’ll just apply some!” Then he kicked Randy over, on his hands, and then shoved his face down to the floor, where the black guy held his head down, leaving Randy’s ass on bent knees, high in the air. Randy’s face turned red with shame. The grease was being applied, liberally, to his anus, and all over the area between his buttocks, which were of course wide spread given the position Randy was in. He never had a lot of fat back there anyway. You might say that he had a lot of “fat” there now, though, if you want to make a joke out of it. Randy lay there, on his knees, face held down to the floor by the black guy, with a greased ass. If only he knew, though, what was happening behind him, his level of terror would have been far greater. The truth is his attackers had something more in store for him than just a rape. The huge, fat, ugly and bald, white guy full of tattoos, and with massive arms and fat hands, was covering his right hand with the grease!

The other two men looked at each other and grinned. Then they increased there holds on Randy. The black guy really trying to hold Randy’s head and neck, and the skinny white guy bending back Randy’s arm behind his back, almost to the breaking point. This seemed excessive to Randy. After all, he was already subdued. Then the fat guy leaned back, aimed his greased fist at Randy’s greased ass, and, throwing all his weight foreword, threw one massive punch……WHAM!!!! At this point I cannot describe the sound that came out of Randy. It was loud, it was weird. And for a man with a normally deep masculine voice, it was high pitched. Everyone in the prison, guards include, heard it. How could they not. It was like a thousand little girls screaming. It was loud and high pitched. For Randy the pain was unbelievable. It was as though his entire body was being torn in half, like a perverse King Solomon had split him in two like the baby in the story. But this was no King Solomon. This was three cons taking vengeance on a rapist because they knew full well that his money and his lawyers would get him out of here in a few days. And one would have thought that this was biologically impossible, except that it happened. The big fat man’s fist and even his forearm penetrated Randy’s anus and tore right through his sphincter muscles and buried themselves deep inside of the young man. The fat man was literally, up to his right elbow in Randy’s body. It was sick, perverted, and weird. The three attackers let out a loud cheer and released Randy. The fat guy pulled out his arm. It was covered with grease, blood, and excrement. Randy had blood and feces shooting from his now torn open bowels. When he was released he just collapsed, prone on his belly, naked, and spread eagled, on the floor of the cell. Blood and shit flowed from what used to be his anus. It was now a huge, greasy and oozing hole. Then the two other men, copying the fat man, also shoved there hands inside their victim. They didn’t need him on his knees to do this though. And they didn’t need to go about any real effort, either. The hole was large enough to accommodate their arms. They just stood over Randy, knelt down, and shoved their hands up his bare ass, between his spread legs. It was fun for them.

Then the three men got up, and washed there hands. And sat back, smiling. Then a guard came by. He saw what happened. He was very angry. “Okay, guys, I can see what happened here! I am not going to tolerate this! Look at this mess! You three are going to clean this cell out now. I am going to get the mops out. This cell is a shithole! Hey, I don’t care who you rape, but I am responsible for the cleanliness of this cell block, and you three better clean up this mess!” Oh, well, every bit of fun has its price, and after Randy’s body was removed and taken to the hospital, they had to scrub the entire floor of the cell for all the blood, grease, shit, spit, cum, etc. etc, etc., that were left there. The guard was right. It was a mess. They resented mopping though. “Hey, how come those college boys never seem to be mopping!” “That shows what you know! I gave mop duty not a half hour ago to the blonde headed kid. You know, its funny, but, according to the two guys he was with, he slipped, fell, his pants came down, and somehow, the mop handle ended up stuck in his rectum. Ain’t that weird?” “Uhh, yeah, yes, sir, its very strange, I don’t know how that could have happened.” Then the guard, and the three inmates all started laughing.

In the next two weeks, the two college lacrosse players were released from the jail. The police didn’t have enough evidence. Their lawyers got their confessions tossed out. Many people thought the two got away easily for rape. Tom and Randy knew better. They quite lacrosse, and had to undergo months of hospitalization for there damaged parts. The psychological counseling, however, took years. They learned what it was like to be a victim, and regretted what they had done. For now on, they learned to respect African American women, and not to taunt them, lest they be accused of rape. Justice had been done.

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(This story is entirely fictional. Again, although it is inspired by the Duke University Lacrosse Rape Case, I only used that case to give me the idea for this rape/humiliation story, which is only for entertainment purposes only. As to the actual case, it is the opinion of this author that the two accused are the victims of a grave injustice and are entirely innocent of the crime in question. I know that one of the accused, Colin Finnerty, is a homophobe, but the boy is also only nineteen, and still deserves some compassion. I hope that you enjoyed the story, and remember that it is just a story.)

(I am also considering adding a sequel about the Black Panthers taking revenge on the rest of the team. I am not sure how popular it will be, so please comment.)
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