The Punishment the Instructor Reserved for Rebels

Adrián still couldn’t quite believe it, but there he was, lying in the academy infirmary after receiving an exemplary punishment. The instructor had made it perfectly clear, in front of all the other adult inmates, who was in charge within those walls. His swollen testicles, added to his penis shriveled with fear, had become the nurses’ favorite object of ridicule, and they took advantage of any excuse to humiliate him.

—Let’s see how these balls are doing today… —one of them said with a smile, groping them with the least bit of delicacy.

—Ahhh! —he complained, arching his back against the gurney.

—Enough whining. Be a man, at least enough to bear the pain, because as for this little thing here… —she looked between his legs, holding back her laughter.

They applied ice to him, which shrank his little manhood even more, and to add insult to injury, the trainee nurses and a couple of male nurses came over to look, as if they were learning how to treat that sort of ailment. The faces of the men who passed by were pure suffering; on the other hand, some of the women bit their lips, imagining what those bodies had endured and wishing it had been them who had kicked those two tiny dangling bits swinging between his legs.

—Oh, don’t be sad —one of the nurses, the most attractive on the shift, stroked his forehead with feigned tenderness—. You’re a good boy.

She took his hand to his shriveled member and began to masturbate him slowly, gradually increasing the pace.

—That’s it, enjoy the wank… little cock —she said in a low voice.

Adrián was being humiliated and, even so, he panted like a lapdog, trapped by that absurd pleasure he hadn’t asked for and couldn’t help. It didn’t take long for him to come, to the woman’s laughter, as she cleaned everything up with a tissue without ever stopping smiling. As the days went by, the swelling in his testicles subsided, and Adrián began to believe the worst was behind him.

He was wrong.

***

What he never expected was what happened one of those nights, when the infirmary fell silent and the lights went out. One of the nurses, a hulking man on the graveyard shift, entered without making a sound, tied him to the bed by the wrists, and covered his mouth with a firm hand. Adrián didn’t understand what was happening or why they left him in that position, face down and in the dark.

Then he understood. The guy pulled down his uniform trousers and revealed a huge, hard cock. He approached slowly to the center of his ass cheeks and shoved into him, biting his lips to contain the pleasure that surged up his spine. Adrián’s screams were smothered against the man’s sweaty palm while he took thrust after thrust in the darkness.

—If you say anything, it’ll be worse, little cock —he whispered in his ear when he was done—. This is for the beating you gave my cousin Damián.

The nurse left as silently as he had arrived. When they finally freed him, Adrián cried in silence, face buried in the pillow, humiliated in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He said nothing. He didn’t dare.

***

But karma, in that academy, came for everyone.

A few days later, Adrián saw the same nurse enter his room crying, held up by three nurses who dragged him almost in triumph before dropping him onto a gurney. Adrián asked what was wrong, though he could guess as he watched the man clutch his groin, curled in on himself.

—We saw him rape you —one of them said, pointing to a hidden camera in the ceiling—. The director, Mariela, who is his supervisor, has issued the punishment.

—It must hurt a lot —another one commented with a half-smile.

—Oh, no… —a blonde nurse let out a laugh and lifted the man’s robe, the same thin garment all those admitted there wore, to show Adrián what was underneath.

The nurse no longer had a scrotum. He was left only with a tiny, wrinkled penis, carefully sutured by clinical hands, as useless as an ornament.

—That’s the sentence for rape —the nurse said coldly—. Here the rules are the rules.

—Come on, don’t cry, you’ll be better off without them —the young blonde girl stroked his cheek—. Think that they’ll never hurt again. A little kiss.

The two of them kissed him, one on each cheek, and walked away laughing, leaving the castrated man hunched over on the gurney. Adrián watched them go and, for the first time since he arrived, felt something like relief. And also, very deep down, a new fear: he understood that in that place pain was not an accident. It was a tool.

***

When he was discharged from the infirmary and returned to the academy routine, the first thing he did was report to Mariela’s office, just as he had been ordered. He knocked on the door with trembling knuckles and went in.

The office was spacious, with heavy curtains and a smell of leather and disinfectant. On one side, a naked man hung tied by the testicles to a small weight that pulled him toward the floor, causing pain that showed in every tense muscle in his neck. On the other side, an inmate his own age, also naked, wore a chastity cage strapped tightly to his groin. Mariela sat in her armchair, reviewing documents with the calm of someone who had everything under control.

—Hello, Adrián. How’s that ass? —she asked with a smile, without looking up from the paperwork—. I punished that rapist so you’d remember what can happen to you if you misbehave.

—Yes… —he murmured.

—Yes, what?

—Yes, ma’am —he repeated, frightened, instinctively taking his hands to his groin.

Mariela set the papers on the desk and removed her glasses with slow deliberation. She studied him from head to toe, like someone evaluating a purchase.

—Take your clothes off —she ordered.

Adrián obeyed without hesitation. He stripped with clumsy fingers and folded his clothes on a chair, aware that any wrong move could cost him the same as the nurse. When he was completely naked, she motioned for him to come closer and kneel beside her.

The woman spread her legs in the armchair. She wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her skirt, and Adrián suddenly found himself in front of a fleshy, reddened sex, surrounded by dark, rough hair. The smell hit him: warm, intense, dominant.

—Start training that tongue —she said, stroking her thigh—. If you do it well… —she made the gesture of masturbating something with her hand, slow, generous—. And if you do it badly… —she clenched her fist suddenly, making it perfectly clear what would happen to his testicles.

Adrián swallowed and leaned in. He moved his tongue slowly, fearfully, and then with more determination when he noticed her sighing. He searched for the rhythm that made her arch her back, the circles that tightened the muscles in both thighs on either side of his head. The woman buried her fingers in his hair and guided him mercilessly, setting the pressure and speed.

—Higher… there, right there. Don’t stop.

To his fortune, he was marvelous at it, much better than his ridiculous cock had ever served. Mariela came against his mouth with a deep moan, pressing his face against her until he was almost out of air. When she let him go, she gave him a satisfied smile and, true to her word, granted him a quick handjob that barely lasted ten seconds before he emptied himself onto his own hand.

—You may go —she said, putting her glasses back on—. And you know… behave yourself.

***

Adrián made his way through the academy halls still dizzy, with her taste in his mouth and a mix of shame and arousal he didn’t know how to name. When he arrived at the room where the group sessions took place, he got a surprise that froze him in the doorway.

The instructor on duty was teaching a group of women how to insert a dildo into the asses of their male companions, all fully naked adult men, lined up on the gurneys. The inmates, dressed in their immaculate uniforms, followed the instructions with the concentration of people learning a trade. The men clenched their teeth and some cried silently.

—Ah, here’s Adrián —the instructor announced when she saw him—. The one whose ass got broken. Perfect, then he can tell us about it firsthand.

The women chuckled under their breath while the men lowered their gaze. They dressed, them naked; they with all the power, them receiving the lesson. They laid Adrián face down on the central table so he could serve as an example, and the instructor herself handled the demonstration, unmistakably enjoying every movement, explaining out loud where to push and with how much force while he groaned against the wood.

—See how he gives in? —she said to her audience—. At first they all resist. Then they learn to ask for it.

And although Adrián hated every second of that display, a traitorous part of his body responded, and that was what humiliated him most: discovering that he no longer knew where punishment ended and desire began.

***

Things changed forever in that academy, and Adrián changed with them. He learned to kneel before he was told to, to keep his gaze lowered, to obey every order from Mariela and the instructors as if his life depended on it. And, in a way, it did.

Because the alternative was always there before him. The nurse who had raped him remained a permanent warning: photos of his cut-off virility were displayed in full view of all the inmates, a silent reminder of what awaited anyone who dared to force another or challenge the house rules. No one ever abused anyone in those hallways again. Fear, dosed with surgical precision, kept order better than any regulation.

Adrián became the perfect submissive. He served with his tongue, with his hands, with his whole body, and learned to find in that surrender a strange kind of peace. Every time he hesitated, he remembered the weight hanging from a pair of testicles, the chastity cage, the clean sutures beneath the lifted robe. And he lowered his head, and obeyed, and found himself surprised to be wishing the instructor would choose him again for the next demonstration.