Jon learns respect in the Middle East

Title: Jon learns respect in the Middle East
Author: Pencil
Link: http://www.malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=19714

Jon was born in the Middle East. He immigrated to the US with his family as a child and they did well. His father managed to send him to a prestigious University and he eventually graduated as an architect.

Although he was a successful American, he was proud of his Middle Eastern heritage. He attributed his macho demeanor to this heritage as well as his good looks. He was tall, muscular with a dark complexion. He had handsome face which always seemed to sport a 5:00 o'clock shadow, seemingly within hours after shaving. He like to wear his shirts unbuttoned at the top just enough to allow a few tufts of chest hair to poke out. He figured this was sexy, especially with an expensive gold chain around his neck. He took as proof of this that he never had a problem getting chicks, which he loved to fuck the hell out of. In, fact he loved to fuck them so much that he didn't let getting married last year get in his way of this. He suspected his wife might even know about his infidelity but that didn't really bother him. She was also from his parent's country and there was no question in their relationship of who was in charge. For example, despite his promiscuity, he let his wife know, in no uncertain terms, that she could not even dare look at another man. On one occasion he even had to make this point physically. He didn't feel guilty about hitting her; it was only a slap after all. Some guys he knew did a lot worse.

He didn't put up with any disrespect. Not from his wife and not at work. He had to fight to the top of his firm and sometimes that required stepping on others. “Hey, its the American way” he thought, “that's how you become a success”. He loved to gloat over his successes making sure all his subordinates knew their place. He learned that by showing people that he is boss, they will do what he wants. He liked when others did what he wanted. He didn't like it, if they didn't.

His firm decided to send him on a project in his originating country. He was best suited not only because he was the best architect they had but also because he was familiar with the local language and culture. For most of his trip he stayed in expensive hotels but as a favor to his wife, he agreed to spend the last weeks his sister-in-law's place with her 3 teenaged sons. He was certainly doing these people a favor to stay in this, less than western standard, accommodations. There wasn't even a telephone! No doubt his hosts sensed his disapproval by the condescending way he referred to everything and everyone in their humble little lives. He never missed an opportunity to brag how much better every thing was back in his rich American life.

His sister in law and her husband politely ignored these comments. His own wife was clearly embarrassed by his attitude but wouldn't dare say anything about it. The 3 kids however, were a bit more daring and would often challenge him. “You know life here is not all worse than in the US, the youngest Hasan said,”we have a good family and plenty of friends“.”Yea whatever“, Jon answered, uninterestedly, thinking how soon he could get away from these losers. Seeing the hurt in his little brother's eyes, Baz added”you shouldn't be so disrespectful of our country. You are from here yourself.“”Watch how you talk to your uncle“Jon warned. The oldest, Asil then butted in;”your not that much older than us and you are not our blood uncle; Your just some guy our Aunt Married.“Jon smiled to himself. He was going to have some fun teaching these punks what kind of man they were dealing with.

One day when the rest of the adults were out and he was at the house trying to catch up on sleep, the kids were making noise and he had to tell them to pipe down a few too many times. Finally he threatened them with physical discipline, grabbing the color of Baz to make his point. That was too much to bear for Asil who started mouthing off at Jon. Hey you listen, you are a guest in our house and who do you think you are blah blah... etc. Jon couldn't tolerate this shit, he grabbed Asil's arm and twisted it spinning the teen around and bringing him to his knees. He held the kid down with his arm twisted behind his back and pain in his face. Jon was happy to get this kid to shut up and then while his two brothers looked on, Jon felt the duty to teach Asil some respect. “Now you listen you little fuck. You are a pathetic little peasant in a pathetic little country. You will never amount to anything close to what I am and you better learn not to talk to me like that. Now apologize to your uncle and I may decide not break your arm.”.“Fuck you” Asil managed to squeak out from his clenched teeth. The 2 brothers started begging Jon to let go of their brother. Jon laughed “Oh, a real tough guy” and twisted the arm more. The kid still wouldn't give. “You know kid; I have no problem breaking your arm. There is not much your parents could do about it. I am an American citizen working for a prestigious firm and I don't think the authorities would fuck with me. So why don't you loose the macho attitude and realize who you are and who I am.” The 2 other brothers tried rushing Jon who just pushed them away with his other hand and laughed more. “Ok I am sorry, let me go! Asil cried.”What“Jon answered,”I can't hear you beg“.”I am sorry, please let me go“he begged.

With a satisfied chuckle, Jon let him go. The Asil got up clutching his arm and glared at Jon. “You have something to say” Jon goaded. The teen looked like he would say something and then shut his mouth. Jon smiled and Asil quickly walked off followed by his 2 brothers. “Job well done”, Jon thought and went back to bed.

A similar event occurred a few days later when Jon and his wife were having an argument in the public courtyard outside the house. As usual Jon was getting aggressive and raised a hand to her. He was interrupted by Baz who was playing soccer with some kids. “Leave my aunt alone!” Baz said angrily. Jon couldn't believe the nerve of this teen. He grabbed Baz by the back of his neck And pushed him down over his lap. “What the hell are you doing?” Baz exclaimed. Jon didn't answer. The kid started squirming trying to get up but Jon held him down with a vice like grip on the back of Baz's neck. With the other hand Jon started pulling down the teen's loose pants and underwear. Hey, you can't do this!“the kid protested with panic in his voice,”I am a man, there are women here! There are children here!“Jon's wife put her hand to her mouth to stifle a sob, turned and ran back to the house. Jon raised his hand high.”Ok man, now you are going to learn some respect“Boom! came down the hand. Baz didn't make a sound. This infuriated Jon and he struck again. Still not a peep; smack...smack it continued until the teen's smooth ass cheeks were bright red. Baz wouldn't scream out but Jon could feel him starting to silently sob. Tears were rolling down the teen's stoic face. Finally Jon got tired and thrust his victim from his lap. Baz regained his balance and quickly pulled up his pants and glared at Jon.”Want more?“Jon asked.”I hate you“, Baz yelled and darted off. Jon watched him go and then saw 2 dumbfounded kids with mouth open staring at him.”What are you looking at?“he asked. This broke their trance and they turned and fled as fast as they could. Jon watched them go with a satisfied look.”There are some things better here“, he thought. Here physical disciple was acceptable. He could go to jail for having so much fun back home.

A few days later Jon decided to drive to the nearby town to use the internet café for work. The kids, who seemed to have forgotten all about the unpleasant incidents a few days earlier, begged to come. “We haven't been there for so long and we have friends there” they pleaded. Jon's wife asked him to take the kids along and finally he agreed. But not before he gave them a lecture about the consequences of not behaving themselves. They were amazingly obliging. “Guess, I taught them a thing or two”, Jon boasted to himself.

When he arrived at the internet café he told his nephews to leave him alone to get his work done. They asked him if they could take the car; it was their families after all. Jon refused and with a stern look he preempted any argument. The teens left and he got to his work. After about a half an hour he was interrupted by a young police man asking for identification. Apparently, there was a law here requiring everyone to carry ID at all times. That a cop would be patrolling an internet café was rather surprising. When he reached for his wallet it wasn't there. He must have left it in the car. When they came out to the street, the car was gone. Those bastard nephews of mine must have taken it. The police man informed Jon that he would have to come down to the station. Jon looked at the cop as if noticing him for the first time. Jon was clearly more physically capable. “Hell, No” Jon said; “I'm not going to the station just because I have no ID! I have important work to do.” The police man looked confused and repeated his request. Jon refused again and the young cop became clearly flustered and left. “I guess they are not use to people talking back to police here”, Jon thought. A short time later, as Jon was deep in his work, he was interrupted by the same police man. This time accompanied by 3 others with rifles. With a rifle pointed at his head he was order to go with them. Jon wasn't scared, he knew nothing could happen to him here but he thought it was best at this point not to argue.

The lobby of the shabby police station was crowded and chaotic. People were lined up. Some were shouting at each other. There was a lady clutching a gobbling chicken trying shush some crying children. Every man seemed to be smoking and the air stunk. Jon was ushered to a receptionist to fill out forms. Many questions were being asked and Jon was getting quite impatient. Then someone realized it the wrong form and he was ushered to someone else who started asking all the same questions again. Jon was getting angry at their disorganization. “Take me to the one in charge” he demanded.

The four police man led Jon into a smoky office around the corner. It was an uncomfortably hot but large room with a young neatly groomed officer sitting at a desk. At a smaller desk towards the back of the room a female secretary was clacking away at a typewriter. Jon sauntered up to the young officer and again demanded to speak to the one in charge. “I am in charge” the young officer answered coldly. “Are you sure”, Jon asked, “You look awfully young”. “I can assure you I am”, the officer answered with a hint of irritation. Jon started telling his story again, explaining who he was, where he was staying and why he didn't have ID. Jon couldn't hide his annoyance at the inconvenience they were causing him. This was clear by his tone. The officer looked as if he was considering Jon's story. He took a file from one of the guards and opened it. Jon looked at the secretary who met his gaze. She was attractive with long dark hair, not covered by a veil as most of the women here. “Maybe something good can out of this after all”, Jon mused, and then winked at her. She went back to her typing.

The officer, put down the file and looked at Jon. “The brothers you claim to be your nephews are well known to us.” We are looking for them to come in and corroborate your story. Jon was annoyed, “what are you worried about?” He asked. The officer explained; “How do I know you are not just another one of traitorous refugee claimants who ran off to America and then deported back here?” “Do I look like a refugee?” Jon asked gesturing to his obviously expensive clothes. “Maybe you stole those? Maybe you are a terrorist” the officer answered. “Give me a break”, Jon shouted banging his hand down on the desk for emphasis. The secretary stopped typing. The on looking guards gasped. The officer's eyes widened with surprise and then furrowed angrily.

Sir, please take off your clothes. “What?” Jon asked indignantly. “You heard me” answered the officer. Jon looked at the 5 armed young police men and the secretary. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Why?” he demanded. The officer coolly explained that even by Jon's own admission he was also a citizen of this country and in this country “we respect the police.” One of the guards lifted his rifle threateningly. Well if I can have some privacy, I will, Jon said as if he was negotiating. “You are a security threat; we all need to be here” the officer said taking a relaxed drag on his cigarette. Jon looked at the open doorway, people were walking by. “Well at least shut the door, Jon demanded. The officer slowly tapped the ash from the cigarette. He walked over to Jon slowly, looked at Jon up and down and then looking right into Jon's eyes and said”No“.”Why on earth, not?“, Jon asked, crossly. The cop smiled knowingly and then turned to the other guards who were also smiling. He turned back to Jon and said”because I don't want to.“Jon's face flushed with anger and his fists clenched. The cop continued”You can start by taking off that expensive shirt. and then take off everything else. Now don't make me loose my patients or we will beat you, and strip you ourselves. And besides, the more you piss me off, the more likely you will be spending a long time here.“Jon's eyes widened at this last comment.”How long would he be staying here?“He started to unbutton his shirt. One by one he undid the buttons and for every button he took off more of his hairy muscular chest came in to view. The room was silent while he undressed. After he took of his shirt he started folding it. Jon had a heart shaped tatoo on his right shoulder and he noticed disapproving looks when he exposed it. He started to sweat. He didn't want to make eye contact with anyone of the 6 other people in the room. He put the folded shirt neatly down on the desk and started to take off his watch. The secretary noticed how masculine his hairy forearms were as he removed the watch. He had a broad chest with dark nipples. The hair made a cross pattern across his muscular pectorals with some trailing up towards to his neck and some trailing downwards to spread over his flat abdomen. A line of thicker hair went down from his navel and disappeared under his pants. He undid his belt and placed it on the desk. He took a furtive look up at the main officer sitting comfortably behind the desk. The officer raised his eyebrows and made a gesture with his hands saying”continue“.

He looked at the open door to the hallway. There was no one standing there but he could clearly hear talking from the waiting area outside and could make out shadows of those moving about. “We are getting inpatient”, the officer said. Jon turned to look at him and then down at his fly which he started to unbutton. He was getting sweaty and a drop fell off his forehead as he looked down. He dropped his pants revealing white jockey shorts and hairy legs. In his nervousness he had forgotten to take off his shoes and now his pant leg was getting stuck as he tried to pull them pass his left shoe. He stood on his right foot, and hopping up and down trying to keep his balance, he started pulling at the pant leg. The silence of the room was broken by the noise of him jumping and everyone started to laugh. He stopped and stood straight up. “Hey do you people mind not laughing at me?” His unbuttoned pants slid to his ankles. He looked from person to person with as stern a look in his face as he could muster. “I am an American citizen” he said defiantly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The site of this sweaty man standing only in his white jockey shorts with his pants around his ankles proudly insisting that he was somehow superior to them was just too funny, and everyone started laughing louder. The guard standing behind Jon couldn't help noticing how broad Jon's shoulders were. How smooth and muscular his upper back was. There was a patch of sweaty hair on his lower back. His underwear was clinging to his round butt and sticking up his ass crack. “You are not acting professionally!” Jon tried scolding. He then looked down at his almost naked body with his pants at his feet. He could smell his own sweat and he realized how ridiculous he must look. “I think I have some rights, he said now in a less steady voice. He was trying hard to keep his composure.

“Calm down kid” the officer sitting at his desk said almost sympathetically. “KID”? Jon thought. This jerk is surely younger than me?! Then the officer continued “sit on that chair and take off your shoes” He spoke with a condescending tone as if he was talking to a little boy throwing a tantrum. Jon just stared at him not knowing if he should try challenging this little prick or not. “I said SIT!” the officer suddenly bellowed. Jon was shocked and sat without thinking. Everyone started laughing again seeing this arrogant man sit on command like an obedient dog. He took off his shoes. He looked up at the officer awaiting another instruction. “Good boy” the officer said, “now stand back up and take off those expensive American pants”. Jon stood in the middle of the room and took off his pants. He tried to fold them but his hands were shaking so he just put them on to the desk. He tried to make it look like he was more angry than scared so he pushed them down with some force. His attention was caught by movement at the open door. A veiled female figure with beautiful eyes was walking by. She stopped and took a double take. She saw a handsome well built man standing only in his sweaty underwear in the middle of the room. Jon turned towards her and blushed. Her eyes darted down to his tightey-whiteys which were barely concealing quite an impressive package. A rim of bushy pubic hair was sticking out at the top of his briefs. He saw what she was looking at and he moved a hand to cover his crotch. He couldn't believe this. Here he was Mr. Womanizer hot guy and he was trying to hide his proud cock from this pretty young women? He took his hand away. If she wants to see, let her have some fun he thought.

He turned to the officer and as calm and professional sounding as possible he said “Would you shut that door please”. The officer smiled and looked around at his colleagues smiling. “What? Mr Big macho man has something to be embarrassed about?” The women in the doorway giggled and walked off.

Listen mister, the officer said changing tone to one more ominous. You are in big trouble here and because you just pissed me off you will be staying here at least until tomorrow. His expression switched suddenly back to playful; Do you guys think we should shut the door for this man? He acts like a shy school girl. Actually sir, one of the guards spoke up, I think it is cramped in here, maybe we should do this out side in the waiting room? “What! With all those people?” Jon interrupted, “you can't be serious!” There was a slight tremble in his voice.

“Should we?” the head officer mockingly asked. He looked at Jon's worried facial expression. No, let's leave the poor man some dignity he chided. Jon visibly sighed with relief which provoked a chuckle from the crowd. He didn't like that this punk officer seemed to have so much power over him. “Get that underwear off” the officer commanded. Jon looked around hesitantly. The room was silent and 6 pairs of eyes coldly stared at him. He reached down slid his fingers under the elastic band and pulled down his sticky underwear. His large limp cock fell into view framed by bushy black pubes. He stood on one foot and the other to take off his underwear causing his balls to swing pendulously. He avoided looking at anyone. He silently put his underwear on the desk and looked straight ahead. “You're really hairy down there” one of the guards laughed. “So you are from here after all”, “At least you're circumcised” another added “Don't civilized guys like you trim?” The room started laughing. Jon covered his penis with his hands. He slightly hunched over to help cover his balls. He couldn't cover all his pubic hair which overflowed around his hands. He realized that bending over caused ass to open a bit. He turned to glance at the female secretary who was sitting on an angle behind him. She was looking at him dispassionately. He tried to clench his buttocks together. He felt so awkward, in this position.

And socks! The officer reminded. Again he had to hop on one foot then the other, heavy penis and hairy scrotum swinging two and fro. Then he tried to look a bit more in control by standing straight with his feet close to together letting one hand fall to his side and the other held nonchalantly over his penis. He kept on shifting his weight from one foot to the other not knowing what the best way to look cool was, in this totally un-cool situation. The incredibility of the scene was sinking in. Here he was, an educated wealthy man standing stark naked in a group of fully dressed low-class idiots.

“Officer, the brothers you were looking for are here” announced a voice from outside. “Great” said the officer “send them in”. Oh thank Goodness, Jon thought as his face lit up, now he could get out of this. Then he realized that those kids were about to see him in this humiliating predicament. “Wait!” he said to the officer, “let me get dressed first”. “No” the officer answered, “we are not finished searching you.” “Hey listen those kids are my nephews; they can't see me like this”, he said, trying to sound reasonable; hoping to appeal to the other man's sense of morality.

The officer angrily slammed his hand against the desk. That does it! You keep making demands and that really pisses me off. The officer ran over to Jon who defensively moved both his hands over his genitals. The officer put his face right up to Jon's. Now you listen and listen well! I am the one making demands here and you better start obeying. You understand? Jon looked down at his feet, and then up and met the gaze of this officer who was slightly shorter than him. “OK ... OK” Jon muttered.

Just then the 3 teens walked in. They stopped suddenly staring at their total jerk of an uncle, now standing completely naked in the middle of the room with a young officer yelling at him. Their uncle looked miserable with his hands clutching his genitals. That cocky expression that seemed permanently etched on Jon's face was amazingly absent. The brothers stopped and their mouths dropped open. The youngest Hasan, laughed and shouted out “Hey look its uncle Jon and he's totally nude”. “Just wait guys” the officer said. Then turning his attention back to Jon, “so do you understand to obey me and not be such an arrogant jerk any more?” Jon looked at his nephews and then at the officer meeting his gaze with a glare. “Yes I understand” he said firmly with a note of anger. He had to keep some air of strength with his nephews watching.

“Good”, the officer said, “now put your hands above your head.” Jon looked at his 3 nephews. They were all smirking. “Now!” demanded the officer. Jon moved his hands to his head and opened his mouth to speak. “Shut up!” the officer yelled. Jon shut his mouth. “Now move your legs apart. Wider! Good. Now stand still and don't say a word while I get to the bottom of this.”

The officer went back to his desk, sat down and picked up some papers. Jon stood at attention with his chest out, hands on his head and his eyes forward. He tried to look expressionless so that no one could see the shame he felt. Every one in the room was getting a great look at Jon's muscular torso, limbs and 6-pack. His generous penis and scrotum were hanging freely between his wide spread legs. His muscular hairy chest was rising and falling with his breathing.

Jon stood there feeling every eye in the room on his naked body. A bead of sweat was dripping down from an arm pit and he could smell his own body odor. He glanced at his 3 nephews. They were simply beaming with delight. All of them had huge smiles. They were barely containing their pleasure in seeing him like this. “Just wait until I get out of this and get back to the house”, he thought. He was going to beat the living shit out of them. Jon saw, Hasan looking down at his exposed cock. He was turning his head inquisitively as if he was studying something very interesting. Jon felt his penis twitch in response. His nephew seemed to notice as he looked up meeting Jon's gaze and giggled. Jon couldn't look at them any more so he stared straight forward. What the hell is that officer reading there for so long anyway?

Jon couldn't wait any more like this. Listen officer, he began, these kids can tell you who I am and then I could just... “Shut up!” The officer interrupted. “Did I say you could talk? You don't get this at all do you? Now turn around and go to that wall. You will not disturb me again. Go on!” Jon put his hands down and turned to go to the wall at the back of the room. He didn't bother covering anything. Everybody already saw everything already anyway. He walked passed the secretary with his muscular buttocks moving up and down. She stared unabashedly at his heavy swinging cock and balls as he walked by. “Now put your nose to the wall.” Jon obeyed.

Everyone could now see Jon's mostly smooth V-shaped back. Hair sprouted over his lower back and covered his buttocks. The globes of his ass cheeks were very muscular and he was clenching them instinctively as he felt everyone staring. Dark tuffs of hair poked out from his tightly compressed ass crack. He pushed his knees and feet together trying to close his ass more.

“Hmm”; the officer pondered, he was obviously reveling in the power he had over this arrogant American. “Take 2 steps back form the wall”, he commanded.“Jon stepped back.”Now, put your nose and hands on the wall but keep your feet there.“Jon complied. He was now bending considerably at the waist thrusting his hairy buttocks out into the room.”Now move your legs apart.“Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing. What possible purpose could any of this have? But he kept his mouth shut. He was learning that every time he protested, things got worse. He moved his feet slightly apart.”Wider!“ordered the officer. Jon moved his feet to shoulder width.”Wider!“Jon moved them apart even further.”Wider!“Now Jon moved his legs uncomfortably wide. His muscles were starting to ache in this position.

“That's good”, the officer said. Jon's buttocks were now spread making an upside down V at the lower cleft. Everyone could see how hairy Jon's crack was. Sweat was beading in the hairs obscuring his anus. The back of his scrotum was in full view dangling from that hairy crevice between his legs.

Jon had never felt so exposed in his entire life. He knew everyone there, the guards, that secretary and those fucking brats were looking right up his ass. He closed his eyes tightly grimaced against a wave of shame and anger welling up in him. He was thankful that no one could see his face. I can't believe this guy is making me stand like this with my ass out; in front of these strangers, in front of my snot nosed nephews and with a woman in the room!

“Now you see Mr arrogant rich man. You are not feeling so cool now.” The officer lectured. “If you weren't so rude to us, you wouldn't be in this position.” Jon said nothing. The muscles in his legs started to shake in this awkward position and his whole body was pouring sweat. He could smell his dank armpits. “Now, do you think you can mange to be respectful of us?” Jon didn't answer. He was afraid that his voice may crack. This bastard is lecturing me! Lecturing me like I am a little boy! Like a naked little boy! “Well?” prodded the officer, “are you sorry?” Jon's legs and back were really aching he tried to shift his wait to his arms or to arch his back to take the pressure of his thighs. His squirming was causing his low hanging scrotum to swing. He couldn't help making some grunting noises with the effort. He heard one of his nephews starting to chuckle and then laugh outright. Everyone, but him, then started laughing.

“Well, you can stay like that until you are ready to be respectful” the young officer told Jon as the laughter quieted somewhat. Poor Jon was choking on the humiliation of his predicament. He was completely naked, bent at the waist with his nose and up against a wall. He struggled to produce a steady voice. Finally he squeaked out something garbled. He just wanted this to end. His voice was strained with effort. “Didn't hear that” the officer said condescendingly, are you sorry or not?“Jon grunted from the strain in his legs causing more laughter. He tried to steady his voice again for a reply.

The secretary rolled her eyes and then spoke for the first time since Jon entered the room. “Captain, I think this gentleman is sorry”. She spoke with a thin veneer of formality. “Perhaps you should get on with the business at hand?” Her words were formal but her tone was one of an adult gently scolding a group of boys who were getting too carried away with a game.

“Yes of course”, the officer said sounding more professional. “You may stand up now.” Jon stood up much to his physical relief. He was grateful to the secretary for helping him but he didn't as much as look at her when he turned to face the room. He didn't want to seem vulnerable by acknowledging any action of pity towards him. Jon wasn't use to being pitied and he didn't like it; especially not from a women. Again he saw his sister-in-law's teenaged sons smirking as they looked up and down his naked body. He cupped his genitals with his hands and looked at the officer expectantly.

The officer turned to Jon's nephews. “Well guys, do you know this man or not?” “I've never seen him before” Asil answered. “Me neither” added Baz, “he does seem like a jerk though”. This provoked laughter from the police. Jon was outraged. He raised his voice, “Can't you see that they're lying! You all heard Hasan call me”Uncle Jon“when he walked in!” As soon as the words left his mouth, Jon realized he just shouted at the officer and a flicker of fear danced in his eyes. The officer raised his eyebrows and John gulped audibly. Changing his tone to one more imploring, Jon pressed on “You did hear him call me that; Didn't you?”

“That's true, you did call him that” the officer said to Hasan. “Oh he calls every man that age,”Uncle-Jon“”, Asil lied. “Yea”, Baz agreed, “It is like a play name he gives. Isn't that right Hasan?” Jon's mouth dropped open; “you don't honestly believe that bull shit do you?!” he shouted. As he shouted he was pointing at the brothers and his exposed penis was bouncing up and down ridiculously. The officer gave Jon a warning glance. Jon shut his mouth quickly. “Well Hasan”, he asked; “do you know this man or not?”

Hasan looked at his uncle who didn't at all look threatening any more. In fact, Jon looked scared and he was pathetically trying to cover his privates. Pubic hair was clearly poking out all around his hands. His broad shoulders and muscular chest were hunched forward as he desperately looked at Hasan who looked down at his feet shyly. He then looked over to the officer; “what will happen to him if I tell you that I know him?” The officer explained that if this rude man was indeed a guest of their family then out of respect to their father, he would let Jon go with just a warning. “And if I don't?” Hasan asked. He looked like he was afraid to hear the answer. “Well then, I guess we will have to finish processing the prisoner”, “For how long will he stay?” asked Hasan, his face contorted with guilt.

John just couldn't take this inane conversation any more; “You see, you little fuckers!” he yelled. “This is not a game! It's not a fucking joke! You are all going to regret this! I swear I'm going to kill you if you keep this up! Now tell him the fucking truth!”

The guilty look suddenly drained from Hasan's face. It was replaced by a cold angry stare. Jon saw this transformation and realized he had just made a terrible mistake. “No” Hasan growled, “I don't know him”.

Asil ruffled Hasan's hair and Baz patted his back happily. This made Hasan smile proudly. The officer pulled out a bunch of papers and started stamping them. Within his thoughts Jon scolded himself; “What did I just do? Quickly you must change their minds! Quickly say something nice! Apologize! Beg them to tell the truth!” Jon opened his mouth to do something like this but he couldn't. He just couldn't bring himself down to that level. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

The officer turned to Asil and Baz; “Ok he is now a prisoner and therefore your responsibility. Hasan, your brothers need to work and you don't need to stay any more unless you want to.”Work?“John asked incredulously. Asil looked at Jon with a wide smile and explained that both him and Baz worked here and were in charge of the prisoners. John turned red.”You bastards! You set me up! I'll kill you“he said and he charged them. He knocked the secretary's table as he lunged at them. The table fell over. The secretary let out a scream as her typewriter smashed to the floor. Jon was intercepted by a burly guard who swung his rifle butt into Jon's abdomen. Jon crumpled to the floor winded. The guard then raised the rifle preparing to smash the rifle butt down on Jon's back but Asil shouted to stop.

Asil walked over to Jon and looked down at the naked man on his knees. Look at me! He demanded. Jon looked up at Asil, he was huffing trying to catch his breath but he glared at Asil with fury. Asil gently caressed the scruff on Jon's square jaw “you need to learn respect and I am going to teach it to you” and with that Asil slapped Jon's face hard with the back of his hand. Jon looked up again with the same angry eyes and Asil slapped him again. “Don't look at me in the eyes!” Asil shouted. Jon kept his eyes down. He didn't want to be hurt any more. Was he now to take orders from his brat snot nosed nephews?

The secretary yelled at Asil; look what your prisoner did to my typewriter! It's ruined! “It's the 21th century Bitch!” Jon blurted out. At least there was one person he could still yell at. “What kind of backwards office still uses a typewriter?!” The secretary gasped. Asil struck Jon's face again. “This is not how a prisoner talks to us! Now stand up!”

John stood up and looked down at Asil and then at the guards. They were holding their rifles menacingly. The officer was leaning back on his chair watching the proceedings with amusement. “Eyes down!” Asil ordered and slapped Jon again. Jon lowered his gaze.

Asil then started a routine body search. He first made Jon open his mouth and he stuck his dirty fingers into it. Jon tasted Asil's hand and made a face. Then he had Jon raise his arms up into the air exposing his very sweaty hairy pits. Jon's humiliation was intense as this teenager ordered him around. “You stink!” Asil barked as he poked around in Jon's under arms. Don't you bathe? Asil stepped back and Jon felt more exposed with his hands above his head and his cock hanging. He saw Hasan and Baz looking at him smirking again. The police all had pleasant smiles as well. They were obviously enjoying this. Then Jon had to lift his dick so this punk could look under it. He felt so vulnerable like this. “Now spread your legs and lift your balls. You are so hairy there, I can't see anything.” Asil stuck his hand under Jon's balls and started poking around in the hairs between Jon's scrotum and anus. Jon looked at the ceiling to avoid seeing his audience. The tickling started to make his penis stir. “No” Jon thought and he closed his eyes in concentration, “that's not going to happen now”. Asil thought this was funny and he grabbed Jons dick playfully pointing out to everyone that maybe Jon was enjoying this. The staff all laughed. He stroked Jon's hardening dick a few times before Jon pushed his hands away.

Asil's smile faded and he told Jon to turn around. Jon turned and looked at the secretary who was standing above her ruined typewriter. Jon's dick was semi hard and poked straight out. The secretary looked at it. She was impressed but she kept the angry look on her face. Jon's face was burning red with shame. Asil was looking at Jon's hairy buttocks. Then he ordered Jon to show the bottom of his feet one at a time. He made Jon stand on each foot until he started losing his balance. Then he told Jon to bend over and pull his ass cheeks apart. Jon turned back at Asil with an angry look. Asil raised his hand as if to strike and Jon looked quickly back at the secretary. Jon bent over and reluctantly pulled apart his buttocks. Asil ordered him to pull harder so his ass was really wide. Asil was making him hold this position for what seemed like a long time. With despair Jon remembered how just a few days ago he had triumphantly pinned Asil to the floor and now he was bent over spreading his ass for this stupid kid. Asil was taking his time looking around and at one point he cupped Jon's low hanging balls and raised them as if he was weighing them. Jon cringed and looked up at the secretary who was staring down at him smiling. He felt like crying. Then Asil squeezed Jon's balls making Jon grunt. “Stop it” Jon managed to squeak. Asil responded by squeezing Jon's ball's harder making Jon squirm. “This is so you lose the macho attitude and realize who you are and who I am”. Jon, of course, recognized his own words that he used on his sister-in-law's son just a few days ago and now that same son literally had him by the balls and was using the words on him!

The pain was too much. “Please let go” Jon begged and Asil finally let go.

“I can't see anything with all this stinking hair. We are going to have to do a digital search”. “How about an enema”, Baz offered. “Why don't we shave him” Hasan piped in cheerfully. Jon was allowed to stand up but he couldn't meet anyone's gaze and just stared at the floor.

Jon was ordered to lie on his back. He was furious inside but what could he do? He never felt so helpless before. He got down on the dirty floor as Asil was putting on a rubber glove. “What ... what are you doing!?” Jon stammered with obvious alarm in his voice. With his head on the floor everyone in the room seemed to tower above him and Asil looked down at him threateningly. How did this punk teenager get to look so terrifying? Jon started to panic.

“Pull your legs up to your chest.” Asil ordered. Jon lied there frozen staring up at Asil like he didn't understand what was being said to him. Asil repeated himself this time with an ominous low tone. Jon just kept on staring with wide eyes. Asil lifted his foot and held it over Jon's naked genitals. “You better start obeying faster”, he warned. Jon's lips started moving like he wanted to say something. He looked around the room frantically as if trying to find an escape or for someone that might help him. Finally he blurted out “No!”. He repeated himself with more vigor “NO!” and he started scrambling backwards pulling himself on his elbows away from Asil. Jon's eyes were wide with fear.

Everyone was taken aback at what seemed to be Jon losing his senses. The brothers saw their macho arrogant visitor, who had beaten them a few days ago, was now retreating across the floor like a frightened animal. Jon's back reached the back wall and he sat up against it and pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs protectively. “You are not sticking anything into me” he yelled. No one in the room was smiling any more. This was truly a pathetic site. In a calm tone, as if he was talking to a child, Asil explained that he had to do a cavity search. Jon yelled back “No you don't! You just want to humiliate me! That's what all this is for!” He looked like he was about to cry.

Asil didn't know what to do and looked at the officer for help. The burly guard suddenly moved quickly towards Jon with his rifle raised. Jon covered his head reflexively. “Wait” the officer shouted. The guard lowered his rifle. Jon continued to cower with his hands on his head in an almost fetal position. The officer walked over to Jon and spoke in a gentle but firm voice. “You must understand that you are prisoner here. You must obey all the staff at all times. You must do what this young man is asking you to do. Do you understand?”

Jon peaked out cautiously at the officer who was now standing beside him. “Fuck you” he exclaimed defiantly, “fuck all of you!” The officer closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “Get this disobedient prisoner out of my site” he grumbled; “bring him back when he knows how to behave.”

In the fetal position with his arms over his head, Jon's genitals were rudely popping out. Baz walked up and rubbed Jon's hairy scrotum with his shoe. Jon screamed and squirmed away. “Get dressed!” Baz ordered and flung a piece of cloth down on Jon. It looked like a hospital gown or a smock but it was yellow. Jon slowly stood up holding the cloth over his groin. He looked around with the expression of a rebellious child and put the smock on. It hung loosely and didn't even reach down to his knees but Jon felt much better not being naked. He had a sense of victory from managing to avoid the demeaning rectal examination. He showed them that he would not be easily pushed around.

“Shall I organize a yard visit for your prisoner?” the secretary offered dropping a piece of her ruined typewriter to the floor. “Yes, I was just thinking that”, Asil replied“.”All-right!“Hasan shouted excitedly. Uncle Jon is going to ride the saddle! I got to go tell my friends! Oops!” He put his hand to his mouth and corrected himself “I mean this.. ahh .. Bad man will be riding the saddle. Hasan's demeanor broke the tension in the room and everyone laughed but Jon.

Jon was led to the crowded lobby by the silent burly guard. He felt ridiculous walking into the crowded room naked under this silly yellow smock. Fortunately, no one seemed to really take notice of him. He was allowed get some water and use the bathroom. He collected himself somewhat and began to ponder his situation. How was he going to get out of this? He was use to be people pandering to him. He didn't know how to manipulate people unless he had some kind of power over them. He had to face the facts here, he seemed pretty powerless now.

When in the bathroom, Jon actually considered crawling out the window. Of course this was a crazy idea. He had no ID or shoes and only this loose yellow smock for clothes. Where would he go like this? Back in the lobby he was told to wait standing at a wall. He noticed that there were some other men wearing yellow smocks busy sweeping or picking up garbage. He hadn't noticed them earlier. This is not just a police station, he thought, it must also be some kind of prison.

After a few minutes Jon was getting tired standing. The bench beside him was empty and looking at the guard, he wondered if prisoners were allowed to sit. He immediately pushed this thought away. He was letting them get to his head! Was he actually any less than all these peasants? He was a wealthy American business man! He sat, but immediately, the guard glared at him and pointed to the wall. With a huff Jon stood back up. “Jerk” he muttered to himself. He pulled the smock downwards trying to stretch it. It barely came to his knees and he felt quite exposed out here in public.

Suddenly Hasan with some friends came up to Jon. Hasan was smiling proudly pointing at Jon and laughing. “Hi Uncle Jon” he said cheerfully, “You feeling better?” Jon resisted the strong urge to grab the brat and throttle him. He needed Hasan's help.

You should be ashamed of yourself. Lying like that“Jon managed to say in a calm adult tone. Hasan ignored him and spoke to his friends;”you should have seen him freaking out. My brothers made him get into all these funny positions while he was naked. He was almost crying! He looked so stupid with his big dick flapping around!“

Jon took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

The young gang were looking at him up and down. Jon self consciously tried pulling his smock lower again. . “He has big muscles” one of them commented. “And hairy legs” said another. Does he have a hairy ass?“This made them all laugh.

Jon didn't like being the subject of ridicule and he was starting to have trouble staying calm. He asked Hasan if his wife and brother-in-law knew about his predicament. “I told everyone” Hasan replied. “They will be coming to watch you on the saddle. I bet you're sorry you were so mean to us now! Aren't you?” Jon's anger started surfacing; “You and your brothers are going to be in trouble for this”, he said. Hasan laughed; “you are the one in trouble! Uncle Jon. And boy, are you going to get it! Right in front of everyone! I bet you are going to scream like a baby! You are probably going to wet yourself!” Hasan's friends again erupted into laughter.

That's enough“, Jon interrupted. He realized he had just raised his voice and he glanced at the burly guard who wasn't paying much attention.”You better watch how you talk to me“, Hasan warned,”Maybe I'll get my brothers to keep you here longer!“”I don't think that is up to you!“Jon answered,”I think you better leave“.”Don't you order me!“Hasan snapped.”Prisoners don't talk that way to us! You know what?“He persisted,”I am going to make you into my pet. I am going to have you do tricks and beg! Would you like that Uncle Jon? You want to be my dog?“”Get the fuck out of here!“Jon said forcibly. The guard noticed.

The guard came up and stood beside them. He was looking at Jon suspiciously. Jon shut his mouth but Hasan didn't seem to care; “you are going to be sorry!” he growled and then walked off followed by his friends. The silent guard shook a warning finger at Jon as if to say “naughty... naughty”. Jon looked at the young guard thinking that he must earn in a day what this bozo earns in a year. Jon had sudden urge to tell him that.

Just then the other two brothers arrived looking sharp in crisp uniforms. “Time for the saddle” Asil announced. Jon pulled his arms away when they reached for them but then he agreed to be led by them when the burly guard lurched towards him with weapon raised. He was led out the back of the building into the blinding afternoon sun. When his vision adjusted he could hardy believe what he saw, He was in some kind of court yard with raised seating all around like a small arena. Men and boys of all ages crowded into the seats. A line of about ten male prisoners in yellow smocks were seated on the ground in front of the bleachers. In the middle of the open area was a wooden contraption about the size of a desk with a padded top surface. Metal cuffs and chains were attached to the base of it. A tall man was standing by with what appeared to be a whip in his hands. The man was grinning sadistically.

Jon froze in his tracks when he suddenly realized what was happening. He was violently pushed forward my Baz. “Big tough guy afraid?”, Baz mocked. The crowd started hooting and laughing. Jon put on a brave face and stood up straight and walked with them to the saddle. His heart was pounding and he was scared but he didn't want all these men to see that. Asil then ordered Jon to hand over his smock. Jon couldn't believe this. No way was he going to get naked here in public! Asil insisted, calmly holding his hand out to take Jons last shred of dignity. He was assured by the amused brothers that only men were allowed to watch his punishment and besides, prisoners have no right to privacy. Indeed, prisoners were considered less than free man and like animals could be nude. Jon became indignant and shouted “I am not going to get naked so all you perverts can look at me!” Baz quickly punched Jon in the gut and Jon doubled over.

The crowd cheered at this. While Jon was catching his breath he was roughly pulled towards the saddle. He felt his smock being pulled off. With a burst of energy he managed to pull a hand free and with one powerful punch he plastered the burly guard. The crowd roared and more guards came down on Jon. With all limbs restrained he was pulled over the saddle and the smock pulled off.

There was the arrogant Jon who only a few hours ago thought he was king of the world. Now he was stark naked, prone with his stomach on the padded service and his hairy ass was facing the crowd. His legs were pulled apart and his ankles shackled to the base of this wooden contraption by a chain running through a hole to the hand shackles. His big balls were visible between his parted cheeks and for the first time in Jon's life he felt the hot sun hitting the back of his nuts and even his asshole. Jon's well muscled arms were pulled over the front and his hands shackled through the legs of the saddle to his ankles. When he pulled his hands forward his legs pulled wider and under the saddle opening his ass more. He fought wildly against the chains but he couldn't do anything but arch his head and back. This made his ass stick out more and the crowd laughed and jeered as he violently writhed on the saddle. Someone called out asking if Jon was trying to get off! Jon was frantic with rage and humiliation; He fought and fought with all his might. He could here a child shout out “bad boy going to get it!” His corded muscles strained at the restraints. His wide V-shaped back arched and collapsed back down. He was covered head to toe with sweat.

Finally he started to tire. He could hear the crowd laughing at him. He looked up and saw right in front of him, Asil and Baz grinning down on him. “You fuckers!” he screamed. His face contorted. They just smiled and allowed him to thrash about more. “Well, well Uncle Jon, looks like you are in a bit of trouble” Asil gloated. Baz leaned forward and whispered in Jon's ear “You are going to scream like a little girl. Bet you didn't think this was going to happen while you were spanking my ass. Big man! When you finish here you will know your place” Jon had a memory flash of how he spanked Baz who refused to scream. Jon decided that he was not going to give anyone satisfaction by screaming. “Fuck you he growled” and then Asil addressed the Audience.

This man has disrespected our town and our way of life. We are now going to teach him respect. He will feel the lash until I am satisfied that he learned his lessen. The crowd applauded.

Jon looked around desperately. When he turned his head toward the station, he saw people crammed into the door and the window. He was horrified to see women there sneaking a peak of his helpless naked form. How can they do this here? Women aren't supposed to see men in this way, he thought! Not anywhere and especially not here! He urged himself to look calm, to look like a man and not some kind of naked animal.

Suddenly, Jon stopped thinking as the world turned into a bright white hot searing pain. The pain tore through his back and buttocks and engulfed his entire being and then flew out his mouth as he let out an agonized scream. The crowd roared with delight. Jon gasped as the world came back into focus. He looked up at the brothers and he tried to say something but then it came again.

Jon shrieked as the world vanished into another ocean of pain and then re-emerged. He looked up at the grinning teens. He had never felt pain like this before. Tears were clouding his vision. “Stop... Don't” he stammered. There was some hint of pleading in his eyes “Not good enough” Asil replied and with a gesture of his hand Jon felt the lash again.

Ahh“Jon yelled as and then gritted his teeth. He had to make this stop. A few more times it happened.”Ok ... ok, enough stop, please“he shouted. But then it came again. This time as the pain tore through him he felt his bladder let go. What? He didn't even realize he had to pee! Now urine was pouring out of his large penis onto the dusty ground between his legs; right in front of all these people! He tried to stop it but he couldn't. Laughter filled the air.

And then another tearing pain; Jon wailed in agony. Asil put up his hand and there was a pause. Jon looked up at them again; “Please, Please I am sorry” he begged. Jon realized he was crying! Tears were rolling down his face. He was simply mortified. Not only did he have no control of his situation. He didn't even have control of his own body. The crowd was laughing and hooting. Jon felt so low and he started to openly sob. “The good people can't hear you!” Asil barked. “I am sorry Jon shouted, his voice cracking with sobs,”Really, I'll behave, just stop, please ... Please just stop!; I'll do what ever you say! ... Please“. Jon dropped his head and looked at the ground. His hair was wet with sweat and he was shaking with sobs and sniffling. Asil and Baz looked at each other with knowing smiles. Now they were really going to have some fun with Uncle Jon.