Punishment Should Fit the Crime

Some days are worse than others and this was possibly the worst day of Joseph's life. His friend was pointing a musket barrel at his face, his face filled with rage. They stood in the town square, the people crowding around to watch the altercation.

Joseph pleaded with his friend. "Fitch, buddy... we can talk about this. Nothing drastic needs to be done."

Fitch responded with quiet fury. "Oh, doesn't it? Because of you my sister is a pariah! You lied to her, promised her a ring on her finger when you were betrothed to another. Then once you got what you wanted you cast her aside. Then made it known you had had her, to all who would listen. I said very clearly I would not tolerate you using my sister for your philandering... but you did it anyway. So your friendship means less than nothing to me now."

"Please Fitch! I beg you! Please don't kill me! Don't take my life!" Joseph pathetically sobbed.

"Take it off!" Barked Fitch.

"What?!" Joseph replied with confusion.

"Take off your clothes!" Fitch ordered.

"Wait... Why?!"

"You're right I shouldn't kill you, the punishment should fit the crime. Since you shamed my sister you should feel some shame as well. Take, it, off!"

The thought horrified Joseph. He was by no means bad looking, with his curly brown hair, grey eyes and handsome face. His body beneath was well built, taut muscles and a flat stomach. But he wasn't the best equipped 'down there', he specifically pursued women who had no experience because he thought they wouldn't be able to compare him to anyone else. Now he was going to have to undress in front of everyone or get a musket shot through the skull. Fitch was serious.

He let out a whimper as he shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. Then pulling off his shirt, letting it join his jacket. The cool air brushing over his bare torso caused his nipples to harden, his pale skin turning pink in certain spots due to the cold and his mounting embarrassment. He tugged off his boots, before unfastening his breeches, untying the knot holding up his drawers. He grasped his genitals in one hand to cover them as he pushed his final garments down his legs. Kicking them off his ankles, as he stood there with his asscheeks on display for the sniggering crowd as he feebly cupped his twig and berries desperately trying to conceal them from view.

His cheeks burning with humiliation as he stood there, Fitch still training his musket at him, keeping Joseph in fear.

"Okay, I have stripped off like you asked. Definitely feeling shamed. Can we stop this now, please Fitch?" Joseph begged urgently.

"Take five steps back." Fitch ordered.

Joseph complied. Awkwardly stepping backwards whilst slightly hunched over trying to ensure his shame remained concealed from view. Fitch moved, picking up his clothes and quickly stuffing them into a sack, securing it over his shoulder and pointing the musket back at Joseph.

"No, this is not enough. Even without your clothes as embarrassing as it will be for you to walk home like that... the townsfolk need to see how 'little' of a man you are. Lift up your arms and do a slow twirl, show it off." Fitch smirked maliciously.

Joseph trembled, there was no getting out of this. He reluctantly lifted his arms above his head, exposing himself to the crowd. Hearing chuckles and giggles as they saw it. Voices from the crowd called out as he rotated.

"I guess it's cold today!"

"Looks like a pinky finger with a pair of wrinkly cherry tomatoes hanging underneath!" They jeered.

Joseph returned to face Fitch, praying that this was it. That this would end now. The look on Fitch's face said otherwise.

He sneered. "I guess I am being uncharitable. You should have a chance to show everyone how big it can get, hop to it. Get hard, now!" He barked.

"Fitch, please, surely this is enough. Please don't make me..." Joseph pathetically pleaded.

Fitch snarled. "I said 'get hard'!"

Joseph yelped, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Then lowered a hand, wrapping his fingers around his small pink length. Stroking it as he had done so many times before, closing his eyes trying to bring forth his tumescence despite the stressful circumstances and the chuckling audience. Sliding his foreskin over his tip back and forth for him to finally get hard. Then with his tip exposed raising his hand back up to the original position.

Fitch snickered. " That's it?... my pities to any woman you have bedded. Go on, turn around, show everyone."

Joseph hesitantly turned around to be confronted with roars of laughter. His embarrassment only served to make him harder, his cheeks burned pink. More jeers came from the crowd.

"Is it supposed to be hard? I see no difference."

"I bet you've been asked 'Is it in yet?' before."

"This explains so much about you, you peacocking ponce!"

Joseph finally faced Fitch again. Silently praying to whoever would listen for this to be over.

Fitch snickered. "Face away from me, hands behind your back. Do not move until I say you can."

Joseph turned away as commanded, putting his hands behind his back. He felt rope wrapped around his wrists, binding them together then knotted. Fitch twirled him around wearing a sadistic smirk on his face.

"You can walk home now, the rope is so you can't cave to the urge to cover yourself. You can try to get someone to untie you... but with how much of an arsehole you've been to virtually everyone... good luck with that." Fitch patted him on the shoulder. "Goodbye, me and my sister are leaving. Here's hoping I never see your face again Joseph."

Fitch walked away, musket balanced on his shoulder as he got further and further away. Joseph turned to walk in the direction of home. His cock comically bobbing in front of him with every step. Heading down the street as people pointed and laughed at him. He felt a hand smack his ass, turning to see a woman grinning at him. He continued walking, determined to get home and for his disgrace to end. Only to feel another hand slap his ass as he walked past. This one harder causing a slight sting as it hit his skin. Then even more slaps as he kept walking. The sound of laughter surrounded him as an ambient background noise as he tried to focus on the ground in front of him. Too ashamed to meet the gazes of the eyes that found him, filling with mirth at his naked form.

He walked past the brothel where the ladies advertising themselves on the front porch bent over howling with laughter when they saw him. A couple rushed in front of him to block his path, soon the others joined surrounding him.

"You used to scream 'degenerates' when you walked by in the past. Now look at you, walking down the street stark bollock naked with this pathetic hard on." A woman with large breasts pushed up in a corset with dark hair sniggered. Giving his cocktip a flick as she finished speaking. Making him flinch.

"Perhaps he's always wanted to do this?" Another with a slim frame and red hair sneered. "Show off this sad little shrimp between his legs. This certainly brings me more enjoyment than riding that tiny thing would." She reached over and gave it a playful squeeze.

Another lady with blonde curls and blue eyes giggled, wearing a malicious smirk. "Ladies, maybe we should help this poor soul? Give him some relief before he continues on his journey?"

"If you could please untie me?" Joseph begged.

The women laughed. The redhead grinned. "Why would we do you that favour? Nah, we're going to give the crowd a memorable show."

They grabbed him, holding him in place. The brunette held one arm, pinching a nipple and the redhead mirrored her. Whilst the blonde grasped one hand against his ass and the other wrapped around his tiny dick pumping her wrist up and down. He tried to struggle, but they held him fast. Letting out humiliating whimpers as he was jerked off and his nipples pinched.

Another crowd formed around him to watch this display, some looking shocked, others laughing, others clearly enjoying it. As the ladies fondled him, tingles went through him. Coming from his nipples and the way his cock was being stroked. His muscles trembling, his breath growing shaky while he was watched in this vulnerable position.

The blonde sniggered. "We've barely started and his adorable little cock is already twitching. Small and no stamina. Hardly a man at all are you?"

Even with her belittling words Joseph was still close to finishing. As much as he wanted to fight it, part of him was ready to submit to this total indignity in full view of the townsfolk, his face going slack, his eyes starting to glaze over. Only for a familiar voice to snap him to attention.

"Joseph!... In the name of god... what on earth is this? This perversion?!" It was Edith, his betrothed. Her face filled with horror and disgust.

"Isn't it obvious?!" The brunette jeered. "Your bloke was walking starkers down the road, his miniature cock and balls on display, now we are going to watch him spray a pathetic load onto the ground any second now."

Joseph's legs and hips turned to jelly, he tried to utter a response, an explanation, and excuse. But he could only let out moans as the blonde aggressively pumped her wrist around his cock. Until he finally grunted, a surge of joy running up his spine, leaving his legs feeling weak. He scrunched up his face as his cock spurted out his seed to the floor, groaning as he finished. The women released him, allowing Edith to fully see what had been obscured from her view. She covered her mouth with her hand in surprise as she saw his lacklustre equipment.

She stiffened. "Our betrothal is over Joseph. I can't marry a man who behaves like this. I'll return the ring soon." She turned to storm off.

The blonde guffawed at him, giving his face a condescending couple of pats. "Probably doesn't want to marry a man with a prick that small either."

She and her friends returned to the front of the brothel leaving him to continue trudging home. Feeling defeated, the crowd who had watched him come sniggering at him. He endured the relentless giggles until he reached his home. Thankful he had left his front door unlocked, he fumbled his way inside, finding the means to cut himself free.

He got dressed, packed up his things and left town. Putting his house up for sale and was never seen again. His lesson fully learned, he behaved better from then on. Lest someone decided to shame him again.

End.