Judgment and Sentencing

Tim woke up. His eyes were a little blurry, blinking his eyes he tried to move but as he did a sharp pain shot through him. His hands shot down to his assaulted member but were stopped as the hit an ice pack.

“Oh look he’s awake.”

That voice was familiar but it couldn’t be who he thought it was. It couldn’t be Nancy. Why would she be there, he thought. He suddenly had a pill put in his mouth and given water. As his vision came back to him he saw it was Nancy, sitting across the coffee table smiling at him. Though not in a way he liked. Next to her was another woman, she looked like an older Eliza and then there was Eliza sitting in her red dress on leg crossed over her knee with her red heel dangling from her toes. She was staring hungrily at Tim. He was overwhelmed with an uneasiness.

“Wh-whats going on”

He sounded weak and his throat was soar from screaming in pain before he passed out.

“You’re getting what you deserve.”

Eliza nearly spat on him. The older version of her placed a hand on Eliza’s knee. Before pulling some documents out of a brief case and laying them out on the table. She then looked at Tim.

“Tim, I’m Alanna Morales. I’m Eliza’s mom. I’m also one of the presiding judges on the state Supreme Court.”

Tim’s core was filling with dread. Eliza’s mom continued.

“We’re here to discuss your punishment. For your actions on June 25th, 2020.”

He was so confused and panicked. He couldn’t let this happen.

“I’m didn’t do anything!”

He defended himself. The three women just looked at him with deadpan expressions making him feel like an idiot.

“Oh really? Let’s review the evidence. If you’ll turn to the tv we have exhibit A.”

Alanna pointed a remote and hit play. Tim craned his neck to watch what looked like cctv footage. Footage of him sitting on the deck. The camera was overlooking the yard and was faced at Tim’s back. Shortly after the video shows Eliza walk out and sit by him. The rest of the video showed him kissing her. He thought she was enjoying it but you could tell from the video she wasn’t. He was ashamed of himself. Even more so when it showed him groping her. Then of him putting his face between her legs which on camera looked way worse than it felt in the moment. He watched the rest in abject horror as it looked very much so like he yanked her to the ground and then fell in her back trying to hump her.

“That’s not what it looks like!”

He pleaded on **** ears as Alanna stopped the video.

“It’s the bench’s turn to speak young man. Hold your tongue or we’ll hold it for you.

Now, let’s move on to exhibit B.”

Nancy pulled a large plastic bag out of her hand bag and laid it on the table. It contained a pair of his underwear. Nancy looked at her stepson with derision.

“On June 25, 2021. I know for a fact that my step son Tim only had this pair of underwear left as I was washing the rest the night before and had not yet folded and left them outside his door. Later that night this pair of underwear was dropped down the laundry chute. I would have tossed them but then Alanna called and told me what happened so I preserved them. As you can see, they are visibly soiled.”

She showed the soiled briefs to the other two women who looked at it with disgust before showing it to Tim. He hated those briefs well all his briefs they were all jockey cut so they looked like panties except with a dick flap. They were the only kind Nancy picked up for him.

He saw the yellow stained and crusted splotch of dried semen from that dreadful night. Specks of dried semen had accumulated at the bottom of the bag and upon opening the bag, all could smell the fowl smell of aged cum. His face was burning. He wondered if this was all just some vivid nightmare but the pain radiating from his groin assured him of his reality. He was losing hope but he couldn’t give up. Not yet he told himself.

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

Alanna whispered something in Eliza’s ear causing her to leave the room.

“I told you once not to interrupt. There are no second chances in my court. Now we will have to intervene to keep you quiet.”

He went to ask what that meant but as he opened his mouth he saw something flash past his eyes and lodge in his mouth. It felt like a ball with straps on both sides which were tightly pulled back and fastened before he heard a click. Then Eliza walked around from behind him and retook her seat. He reached to feel it. His eyes were bugging out. He was shocked that they **** a ball gag into his mouth. Even more shocked that his step mother wasn’t doing anything to help him. Quite the contrary in fact as she seemed to be happily enjoying what was happening. He reached behind his head to unfasten it but felt the tiny lock that trapped him in the device.

“MMMMMGGGMNMMHHHHMMGGGHHHH!”

He tried to yell at them but it came out as unintelligible groaning. Nancy was beaming.

“Oh my, that would have saved me so many headaches over the last few years if I had one of those.”

Nancy and Alanna laughed with each other as Eliza told him it was a good look for him. Once they settled Alanna turned back to Tim.

“Now that you won’t be having any more out bursts. Let’s more on to the next and last exhibit. Exhibit C.”

The judge held up her phone and pressed the screen. The air filled with Eliza’s voice asking if he admits to what he did to her. His balls ache at the reminder of his ****. Her voice fades and his voice enters. Yelling out that he admits to it and that he’s sorry. Alanna presses her phone again and sets it down.

“So to summarize. We viewed video footage of you assaulting my daughter Eliza, your soiled underwear from that night obviously displaying that you received sexual gratification from assaulting Eliza and to top it off we have audio of you admitting to the **** and apologizing. Therefore admitting culpability and that you knew it was wrong. In court this would be called mens rea and actus reas. How does the defending plead? Shake your head no for not guilty and shake yes for guilty.”

Like most things in life. Tim didn’t think about it for long before shaking his head to plead not guilty hoping to speak his case. Eliza’s smile grew wider than Tim thought possible as Alanna spoke.

“So be it. The bench has taken your plea into account. However considering the evidence. I find you guilty.”

“MMMMMMMGGHHHHH!”

He tried to yell out but of course his gag restrained his voice. Nancy shook her head at Tim. Looking at him with mocking sympathy.

“Now onto your sentencing. Before we came here I had written three different sentences of varying degrees. Your stepmother and Eliza have read all three. Eliza agreed they were fair and Nancy as your legal guardian (and yes she is your legal guardian despite your age as you are still in high school) has signed all three giving her approval.

The most lenient. If you immediately confessed and resigned yourself to the consequences of your actions. The slightly less lenient. If you at least plead guilty. Because you chose to plead not guilty. Despite the evidence. I am inclined to enforce upon you the most severe of the three.”

Alanna removed two of the documents from the table and pulled out a stamp and ink pad. Pressing the stamp into the ink pad. Time slowed down for Tim as he watched the stamp rise and be pressed onto the paper. Wishing the ground would swallow him whole. Apprehensive is the only word he could think of to describe the feeling in his chest when Alanna opened the document.

“In accordance with state and federal laws. The highest court in the state has concluded that in the case of Morales v. Nochick the final decision has been made. There may be no appeals or objections made.

For the next 2 years the defendant, Tim Nochick will be sentenced to an new form of radical and unconventional sentencing focused on restorative justice that was recently adopted by the Supreme Court. It will not entail jail time and if the defendant completes the two years without incident then their record shall be expunged. The restorative sentence is meant to rehabilitate the defendant through making them experience the pain and humiliation their victim experienced. As such the victim will have certain rights of control over the defendants sentencing.

Until the 2 years are served the defendant will be registered with the states restorative justice program and given an identification number that must be displayed at all times. His sentence will be documented with the program but upon successful completion this document shall be erased.

As well, the defendant will be given a strict dietary and hygiene routine and will relinquish all possessions except for essentials. For example toiletries and things needed for school.

The defendant will be required to complete 4 hours weekly of community service that will be assigned by the victim.

And finally the victim will have to report to the hall of justice weekly for therapy to address their propensity to sexual deviancy.”

Tim felt surprisingly relieved. I mean he was terrified by the thought he’d go to jail and his life would be ruined. Two years of community service and then life returning to normal didn’t seem so bad in comparison.

Alanna told him his sentence would start immediately and told him to stand up. He moved slowly but his pain had subsided substantially. He figured the pill he was given finally kicked in. He stood and placed the mostly melted ice pack on the coffee table.

“Now remove your clothes.”

Alanna ordered him. Of course he didn’t believe he was hearing right and hesitated. Nancy and Eliza got up and walked over to him. He shook his head violently to say no.

“Tim you must be prepared for your sentence. We have to start the strict hygiene process now. You will be bathed, deloused and groomed before proceeding with your sentence. If you refuse I can always revoke this sentence and enforce a jail term instead. A minimum jail sentence for this crime is 5 years and you’ll be a registered sex offender for life. You’re choice.”

He reluctantly began to strip. He took off his shirt and then unbuckled his pants slowly sliding them down. He heard Eliza’s voice.

“Fucking pervert made a preemie in his panties!”

Looking at himself he was horrified to see she was correct. He didn’t even feel an orgasm and the cold of the ice kept him from feeling anything unusual. The ice! Another fear popped into his mind one that most men can relate to and would be afraid of. Shrinkage. His dick wasn’t that big to begin with. It was a sore spot for him as he prayed and prayed that it would grow but he hadn’t seen any changes in years and with shrinkage it was even more humiliating. He wasn’t given a chance to shield himself though as Nancy had enough of his embarrassed waiting.

“God you’re taking too long. You can’t do anything right!”

His stepmother ripped his briefs to the floor. Kneeling in front of him staring at his penis for the first time. Suddenly his chauvinistic and asshole behaviour made sense to her. Nancy couldn’t contain her amusement and fell on her butt, pointing and laughing at him.

“Oh haha. Oh my god. I had no idea you took after your mommy. It makes sense now. The only dick you inherited from your daddy is your dick attitude.”

He watched as his stepmom sat before him nearly balling in laughter as she ridiculed his penis. Though nothing stung more than the sound of giggling coming from his side. The unmistakeable giggling that would have normally melted him into a relaxed puddle of joy. But now the giggling was directed at his most sacred and shameful secret. He tried to cover but his step mom grabbed his hands and held them at his side. Eliza’s giggling continued cutting deep into Tim’s psyche as it grew into full out laughter.

“No wonder you assaulted me. There’s no fucking way you’re ever gonna have consensual sex with that! What do you even call that thing!?”

His stepmothers voice rang out to strike away another chunk his ego.

“That my dear. Is called a clit. A clitty. An itty bitty clitty.”

Everywhere he looked, beautiful women laughed at him. He wasn’t even able to defend himself because of the gag. He then made the mistake of looking down. He just wanted to see something other than their mocking faces. Which is when he saw the damage the ice had done. His balls were completely rescinded and his penis. His penis was just the littlest pink tip almost flesh with his body. If he had to guess it was sticking out less than half a inch.

He was lucky if it was a quarter inch. He was mocked for quite awhile before being taken to the bathroom. They rinsed his body, deloused him and then made him lather himself in a cream, adding extra across his crotch and made him coat it all over his butt. He then stood there for 10 minutes. It began to burn after 3 and by 7 it was unbearable. He was hopping and jumping around adding to their amusement. He was finally able to rinse and watched in horror as his one manly feature. His body hair was washed away. Afterwards they made him lather another lotion all over his body to moisturize.

After he was dried he was taken to the living room where Alanna had a black heavy duty plastic case. She set it on the table with a loud thud. Making Tim flinch.

“Here is your state issued identification. From the justice program. It has your name and number on it so that people will know you are in the program and thus subject to certain exemptions. It will also have a tracker so you can’t hop on a plane and leave the country without us knowing. You will wear it at all times. Only to be removed during inspections or during therapy if the doctor sees fit.”

He just wanted to get it over with. Expecting an ankle or wrist bracelet type thing. His eyes bugged out when he saw it. It was a bright pink collar with two dog tags. Alanna held them out so he could read them. One had his name engraved and painted in bold bright pink letters. On the back it explained he was serving a restorative justice sentence for sexual ****. The other tag had a number 1023 and on the back it stated if found call and there was a number he could only assume was for the justice program. He backed way but Nancy stood behind him and stopped him. Eliza beamed as she grabbed it from her mom.

“I got to choose the colour. I Always thought pink would suit you.”

She placed it around his neck and fastened it. Before picking up a lock out of the case and putting it through a loop in the back. With a click it was secured.

“It really brings out the blue in your eyes.”

Eliza teased him. Alanna picked up one more item out of the box. Well technically two items though they were on the same key ring. As far as Tim could surmise they appeared to be fobs. Similar to ones you use to start a car. Alanna slipped them both off the ring. She handed one to Nancy and one to Eliza.

“These are to be used if Tim acts out. A safe, ethical and humane deterrent if he becomes disobedient.”

Eliza examined it, this part was a surprise to her. It had a small dial on the side that was labelled with numbers, one to ten and a single button. She rotated the dial to the number three and pushed the button.

“MMMMM!”

Tim groaned out as he tightened up after receiving an electric shock from his collar. How is this humane? He thought

“Ooh I want to try.”

He heard his stepmoms enthusiastic voice as she spun her dial up to 6.

“Tim. Shake your little clitty for Eliza.”

She cruelly ordered him. He couldn’t bear to do it. She promptly pressed the button. Holding it for a few seconds.

The women laughed as Tim squealed like a pig and tensed before quickly shaking his still shrunken penis around as best he could for the woman who he used to dream of marrying, all while she laughed and wiggled her pinky at him.

“Wow. This works so well!”

Nancy was overjoyed and immediately added it to her ring of house/car keys. Tim on the other hand was in hell. Up until he was finally told it was time for him to go home. Finally! He could get dressed. He sighed to himself in relief. Which soon turned to panic as Nancy was leading him straight to the front door. He stopped before the door.

“MMMMMGGHH!”

He groaned as he pointed at his clothes that were still on the couch. Eliza walked over to them as Alanna came to his side.

“Tim remember you are to relinquish all possessions that are non essential.”

He watched as Eliza picked up his clothes and carried them over (and to his utter destruction) threw them in the trash. He felt a small shock that caused him to groan again before turning to Nancy.

“Come on timmy no dick. Out you go. I won’t tell you again.”

He ignored her new nick name. He was more concerned as he watched Nancy increased the dial. He promptly made his way outside into the cold dark street. Luckily it was late and no one was around. He heard Eliza, Alanna and Nancy laughing as he shuddered in the cold trying to open the car door.

Nancy chatted with the two other women briefly before finally coming to the car and getting in Tim was never so relieved to get in a car with his step mother.

As she started the drive home he looked down at himself, hairless, naked, cold, shrunken, collared and still gagged. He felt humiliated and afraid of what the next two years will hold for him. Nancy could sense his apprehension.

“Don’t worry baby. Tomorrow I’m taking you to the justice facility. They’ll be giving you a state issued uniform to cover up that little clitty of yours. You’ll only be naked till then.”

Oddly enough that did slightly comfort him. He wouldn’t be seen naked by nearly as many people as he thought. He was on his way home. He’d go straight to bed and then be given a new set of clothes in the morning. That wouldn’t be so bad. Well it would be but he prefers that to being seen in public.

Then he noticed Nancy turn off an exit. He looked at her and grumbled through his gag.

“Oh didn’t I tell you? Emma is cheering at the college football game. It’s the first game of the season. We’re going there to show are support for her while her squad does their routine. If you behave I’ll even take your gag out and let you eat some fries.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!! Tim screamed. All Nancy heard was nonsense groaning but she didn’t like the tone of his grumbling so gave him a shock so he’d settle down.

He stayed quiet and still as he travelled, dread and fear building every second closer they get to the game. All he could think about is how thousands of people turn out to the college games.