Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 18:47:56 -0800 (PST)
From: "jmg_529@yahoo.com" <jmg_529@yahoo.com>
Subject: Community Service

This story is dedicated to Stevie Zadara, a master in humiliating cocky
jock boys.  Thank you Stevie for your inspiration and assistance and
encouragement.  Any suggestions, please email me at jmg_529@yahoo.com.


Community Service Part One


      Russell was led to the holding cell that housed his cocky young 20
year old son and his equally conceited friends.  He stared with a look of
slight disgust at their smugness and their swaggering cheekiness.  He,
along with their fathers, had just agreed to pay a great deal of money to
get them out of this predicament. He couldn't understand why they couldn't
be just a little bit more grateful.

      Immediately to Russell's left sat his son's best friend and partner
in crime, Dan.  Dan was the son of a senator.  He was also a star tennis
player having grown up on private tennis lessons at the country club.  His
tennis training had given him nicely defined muscles on his athletic 5'11"
frame.  His light brown hair was cropped close with a number 2 on the sides
and back and brushed forward, with blond highlights on the longer hair on
the top of his head that drove all the girls wild.  At 19, even Russell had
to admit that Dan had become something of a snob and displayed an arrogant
attitude towards anyone he thought was beneath him socially, sexually and
competitively.

      Seated next to Dan was 20 year old Jake.  Jake was a more or less
perfect specimen of young, fit manhood.  He was the starting quarterback on
the football team with impressive, well defined muscles. Athletic and sexy
without off-putting sinew.  He kept his brown hair a little on the long
side and messed it up giving him that I just got out of bed (oh and I have
just had a good fuck) look.  His baby blue eyes were complimented by his
awe shucks smile and his chiselled jawline.

      Russell knew from the stories that his son told that Jake was
anything but innocent.  Jake was the quintessential BMOC who to hear Russ
tell it had a hobby of hooking up with drunk freshman girls, fucking their
brains out, and then not giving them the time of day the next day.  Of
course if all of this got out, it could diminish his NFL prospects in the
future so of course his father had been extremely willing to contribute to
the cause.

      Next to Jake sat his roommate and best friend Ryan.  Of all of the
boys he was looking the most nervous.  Ryan's family was not as wealthy as
the others and Ryan was very concerned that he had put them in a precarious
situation because of all this.  Ryan was very much Jake's shadow.  Also 20,
and 6'2", but not quite as muscled, he was Jake's back up on the football
team.  Like Jake, he also had blue eyes, but kept his hair cropped short
with a number 2 that the girls loved to stroke at the back as they fondled
the bulge in his pants.

      Finally, Russell turned his attention to his namesake son Russ.  How
had things gone so wrong?  Russ was almost too smart for his own good.  At
5'11" his 20 year old son's lean and athletic body showed that he had been
playing soccer his whole life.  He kept his brown hair slightly saggy
mostly so he could brush it out of his brown eyes for effect.  Despite
Russell's attempts to raise Russ to be a model citizen, young Russ had a
rebellious streak.  He was a wild man who liked to party and his jock
friends called him Russy Boy.  It was an on-going headache having to fix
the problems that Russ left in his wake.  To top it off Russ had gone and
defaced his lithe, masculine body with that ridiculous dragon tattoo and
Chinese lettering that he couldn't even read himself.  If it weren't for
the others present, especially the Sheriff and his deputies, Russell would
having given Russ a sharp whack to the back of his cheeky little head to
wipe the smirk off of his face.

      "So Pops, did you get it all taken care of?  Can we blow this pop
stand?  I am getting a little tired of the quality of this
accommodation,". Russ grinned as he leaned back in his chair with his hands
behind his head and his crotch impertinently high in the air as he swung on
the legs, his sexy feet kicking out in front of him. He was so sure he
would be walking out of here soon.

      It was with a little bit of pleasure that Russell looked at him and
smiled.  "Not exactly, but I and the rest of your fathers have taken the
steps necessary to ensure that this whole thing goes away without the four
of you going to jail, whilst at the same time keeping it out of the papers.

      Russ had a puzzled look on his face while the three others sat there
in stony silence.  "What does that mean?  You said that we were not going
to jail but – we are not going to be leaving either?"

      "Correct.  I have managed to negotiate a deal with the good sheriff
that will allow the four of you to perform community service in lieu of
jail time provided you plead guilty.  Your records will then be expunged
once you complete your period of community service."

      "So Mr. Worthington, how many hours of community service do we have
to perform?" asked Ryan.

      Russell could see Sheriff Wilson and his deputies snickering out of
the corner of his eye.  They seemed to be enjoying this way too much.

      "Unfortunately, it is not a matter of hours.  You are each required
to perform six whole months of community service, to pay back some of the
debt you owe this society.  And there is a catch, the community service
will need to be performed here.  Luckily the summer is just round the
corner so Jake and Ryan should be back at school for football season."

      Russ slammed his chair to the floor, "Dad was that the best you could
do?  This is pretty much no different from going to jail." He stamped his
foot angrily in protest and what the guys were going to have to go
through. They all wondered, unsurprisingly, what kind of service they were
going to have to undertake and how rigidly the service would be enforced.

      Dan shook his head, "No way am I staying here to pick up garbage for
6 months.". While Jake just muttered "this is bullshit," and Ryan continued
to look petrified.

      "Dad how is this any different from going to jail?"

      Sheriff Wilson stepped forward and smiled, "Simple.  Unlike jail you
are free to go at anytime.  The only catch then would be that the deal your
parents would be null and void, the papers would get to hear about
everything you had done, so you probably would end up in jail.  I am sure
that you will all be very popular there. The other inmates are always happy
to see nice young pretty boys.  Your lives would barely be worth living –
unless you have always harboured a fascination for ending up as the boy
toys for all the fags in jail. Oh and it is going to take us about another
month to get everything up and running so it really is going to more like 7
months. We are therefore bringing in a trailer to accommodate you boys in
the meantime and will set up a little dormitory for you right here in town.
It will give you time to make restitution to your victims before serving
out your community service."

      "What kind of restitution?"

      "Well the restaurant needs to be rebuilt and Sam is going to need
some help running it while he is incapacitated.  Then there is a matter of
each you apologizing for your actions.  By the time we take care of that,
everything else should be ready to go."

      The boys exchanged glances.  This was all sounding extremely weird
and altogether not as much fun as they were used to.  As much as they
wanted to tell the sheriff no way, they knew their futures were ruined with
a trial and jail time.

      Russell looked at each of them, "So do you all agree?"  Reluctantly,
the four of them nodded.  "Good.  Then I will see you in 7 months.  And
Russ, try to behave a little bit better than you have in the past."

      "Don't worry, Mr. Worthington, we will take care of your boy.  Maybe
even teach him some manners."

      As Russell turned to leave, he heard a voice from the corner of the
cell, "Hey what about us?  Why are the rich kids getting off easy?"

      "Yeah, why don't we get community service like those fuckin' rich
brats?"

      The Sheriff smiled, "Why Nate and Scotty, if you two want the same
deal, I am sure Judge Hudson would be prepared to consider it."

      Nate and Scotty were the town troublemakers and bullies of the high
school until there recent graduation.  Nate was 5'9", brown hair which he
moussed up into a slight peak on the top of his head, baby face with just
the tiniest bit of baby fat and smouldering brown eyes.  Although shorter
than the other guys, his muscles were well defined from his time on the
high school wrestling team.

      Scotty, 19, 5'7" had sandy brown hair cut short, brown eyes and a
hell of an attitude. Although he kept himself in good shape he had never
played organized sports like his buddy Nate.  They looked the complete
opposite from the other four in their skater clothes and chains.  The whole
mess had started when Russ and Scotty were playing chicken with their cars.
After the cars crashed into the restaurant, Scotty had gotten into a fight
with Jake that the restaurant's owner had gotten into the middle of.

      "Cool"

      "So Sheriff, if there is nothing else, I will be off."

      "We will be in touch Mr. Worthington."

      Russell gave the sheriff a last look of disgust and turned and left
the room.

      "Like taking candy from a baby," Sherif Wilson thought.  Now he had
all money he needed to complete his project and not four, but six sexy
little playthings who he would get to put through their paces for almost
seven whole months. He licked his lips and his cock stirred at the thought
of it.

      "We best get you boys over to Judge Hudson and get everything
finalized.  I see the trailer has arrived and your room is being fixed up
even as we speak.  Let's go make this official."

                             • • • • •

Community Service Part 2
      Judge Hudson sat in his chambers thinking about what a wonderful day
this had turned into.  It had started out much like any other day until he
had received a call from Sheriff Wilson.  He and sheriff shared particular
theories about the best way to deal with young male offenders - public
humiliation, the more of it the better.  They had developed a plan for a
whole facility that would be devoted to their experiment in criminal
justice.  They even managed to get the DA on board with it.  Unfortunately,
the Sheriff had run out of money before completing the complex, but now
Wilson had secured more than enough to finish the project and even add some
of the enhancements they had talked about.
      Judge Hudson took a good look at himself in the mirror and sighed.
At 62, he was showing his age.  Two years ago his wife of 40 years has
passed away.  Since that time, Judge Hudson had come to the secret
conclusion that he was, in reality, totally gay.  Thus, the mere thought of
the sexy, virile, testosterone-filled, naughty young men he was about to
see paraded through his courtroom was filling him with erotic excitement.
His bailiff knocked on the door.  "They are ready for you your Honor."
"Perfect.  Is everything ready?"
      "It is.  I am looking forward to this.  You are going to like the
look of these guys."
      Judge Hudson entered the courtroom smiling at Sheriff Wilson and DA
Johnson.  Standing before the bench were 6 delicious young men causing
Judge Hudson's cock to stir. "Good thing I am sitting behind the bench and
wearing my judge's robe." He thought.  Looking the defendants over, he
thought how cute it was that he had bad boy twins standing before him.  He
had Dan and Russ the stereotypical frat boys, Ryan and Jake the dumb jocks
and Nate and Scotty the arrogant, cocky skaters.
      "So you are the young men who have been causing all the trouble
around town and need teaching a good lesson?  Mr. Hughes and Mr. Taylor I
recognize but you four are new.  I understand that an accommodation has
been reached that will avoid the necessity of a trial."
      DA Johnson rose. "Yes your Honor.  In exchange for making restitution
and performing 6 months of community service, we have agreed to not pursue
the charges and will expunge their records if the offenders live up to
their end of the bargain."
      "Excellent.  I am glad we can avoid the expense of a trial.  Now so
that we can confirm this, I will need each of you to step forward tell me
your name and that you are voluntarily agreeing to this arrangement.  Why
don't we start with you?". The judge smiled and pointed at Russ.
      Russ was dressed like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch
catalogue.  He was a blue and green stripped A & F tight fitting polo with
his collar popped, A & F jeans with his shirt half way tucked in so his
belt buckle was showing and white Lacoste sneakers.  He made for a mouth
watering young frat boy who really was asking to have all his clothes
ripped off him for a good, rude inspection of his taut body. Judge Hudson's
cock was now firmly erect as he stared at the boy and squirmed in his robes
at the thought of the punishment he was going to put him and the others
through.
      "Name?"
      "Russell Worthington III. My friends call me Russ."
      "And Russ, do you agree to be bound by the terms of the agreement."
      Reluctantly, Russ closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said "Yes."
      "Excellent, that's the spirit young man! Now repeat after me, I am a
naughty liddle frat boy."
      "What?  No way.  That is weird. I am not saying that shit"
      "Say it or the deal is off."
      Sighing, Russ stared at the ceiling and said, "I am a naughty little
frat boy."
      "No, listen carefully.  I am a naughty liddle frat boy."
      "I am a naughty liddle frat boy," said the humiliated Russ his cheeks
starting to burn with shame.
      "Well done. You are finally getting the hang of it.  See that was not
so hard.  Step back in line and the next delinquent will step forward."
      Dan reluctantly walked forward.  Judge Hudson licked his lips at the
site of Dan in his tight red A & F madras shirt, A & F chinos and red and
brown Vans authentic sneakers. He swaggered sexily backwards and forwards
from the balls of one foot to the other, his tight thigh muscles flexing in
his sexy pants.  As he moved back and forth there was the slightest glance
of his white socks as his pants moved.  Judge Hudson thought of how his
lover Sam would go crazy at the sight.
      "My name is Dan Tennington and I agree to the deal."
      "And what did you forget Mr. Frat Boy?"
      "And I am a naughty liddle frat boy."
      "Great.  So now we will hear from our two dumb jocks.  Young man,
step forward."
      Ryan, who could hardly believe this was happening to him, took a step
forward.  He was dressed like a typical jock with a backwards Nike baseball
cap, white Nike t shirt with a black swoosh across his chest, blue shiny
Nike basketball shorts and black Nike high tops with white socks. The judge
strained surreptitiously to get a glimpse of his sexy, exposed legs
      "Tell me your name and explain to everyone out loud that you agree to
the terms of the deal."
      "My name is Ryan McAllister and I agree to the deal.  Do you want me
to say the other thing as well?"
      "No.  I want you to say: I'm a naughty, sexy, dumb naughty jockie."
      Ryan gulped thinking if he played along they would go easy on him but
barely able to get the words out. He didn't look quite so cocky now.  "I'm
a..." he stammered, "I'm a ... errr... naughty...
      "... dumb naughty jockie," came the prompt from the judge, who was
revelling in Ryan's humiliation and discomfort at having to say the
demeaning words. Hudson stared at the defining pouch in the boy's shorts
and the outline of the black briefs beneath. He loved a glimpse of young
men's underwear.
      "dumb... naughty jockey," said Ryan, almost choking with
embarrassment at the stupid words.
      His friend Jake stared at the judge dumbfounded.  "What kind of a
fucking pervert are you?"
      "Young man I will not tolerate that type of language in this court.
Now step forward immediately ."
      Jake reluctantly did.  He was wearing a a sleeveless gray Nike tee,
black Nike basketball shorts, and black and red Nike Shox. Hudson adjusted
his twitching dick.
      "I am Jake Tolliver.  I am reluctantly agreeing to the deal."
      "And I want you to say that you are a dumb potty-mouthed naughty
jockie."
      "I am a dumb, potty mouthed naughty jockie."  Jake vowed revenge for
this humiliated.  Who did this old guy think he was?
      Judge Hudson could hardly contain his merriment and laughter at
hearing the sexy boy degrade himself like this. The female court bailiffs
giggled with amusement. The judge ordered one of the bailiffs to rip Jake's
shiny shorts at the back so that everyone could see his hot briefs. She
leaped at the chance to get them off. Sliding a penknife from the top of
his ass to the bottom, the material came away and the cocky jock was left
standing there in little black A&F briefs with his gluts on magnificent
display for all to see. He blushed bright red as a round of applause met
the sight of his bulge in the very brief shorts.
      "Mr. Hughes?" chirped the Judge.
      Nate looked like a walking advertisement for DC Shoes.  He had on a
white and black DC hat cocked to the side, a black DC t shirt, baggy jeans
and white DC sneakers.
      "I am Nate Hughes.  I accept the deal and I am a naughty liddle boy."
Nate had thought it would be better to get the embarrassing part out of the
way without being asked, even once.
      "That is nice to know Mr. Hughes but I wanted you and Mr. Taylor to
say 'I'm a liddle sexy boy toy brat."
      Nate slowly repeated "I'm a sexy liddle brat."
      "You forgot the boy toy bit. Anyway, is that supposed to be a
question?  This time with feeling. And say it loud so everyone can hear
you"
      Nate yelled, "I'M A LIDDLE SEXY BOY TOY BRAT."
      "Mr. Taylor, it is your turn."
      Scotty was wearing a black and gray Skull Candy hat, white Fox t
shirt, jeans and black etines."
      "I'm Scotty Taylor, I accept the deal and I am a sexy liddle boytoy
brat."
      "So now it is official and your community service can begin.
Bailiff, please bring the audience.  The naughty boys are going to put on a
demonstration of the consequences of not behaving."
      The boys turned around and to their horror saw the bailiff ushered in
the local scout troop.  There were now 30 or so boy scouts pointing at them
and laughing.
      "Thank you all for coming.  The 6 big boys you see in front of you
have been very naughty.  We have brought you here today so that you can see
a demonstration of what happens when you break the rules in this town.  Now
when you misbehave, can any one tell me what happens."
      One of the scouts raised his hand and said, "My dad gives me a
spanking."

      "Well your father is very smart.  That is exactly what these naughty
boys are going to receive.  Some nice hard swats to their rear ends to
remind them of their bad behaviour. "
      The boys turned to grab the counsel tables so they were facing the
scouts who were snickering at the sight of the insolent jocks and brats
about get their punishment right there in front of them.

      "The trick is to follow through when you smack with the paddle to get
some extra sting," Judge Hudson explained.  He gave Russ and smack on his
bottom to demonstrated quickly followed by one on Dan's and Ryan's.  Then
he got to Jake.

      "This naughty boy not only misbehaved but had a potty mouth earlier
as well.  What should we do?"

      "Clean his mouth out with soap."  One of the scouts yelled. The other
cubs scouts cheered and hollered their approval, shouting out in unison
"Scrub his mouth, scrub his mouth!"

      Jake blushed with shame and embarrassment. To his horror, Jake saw
the sheriff hand the judge a bar of soap, all ready prepared and wet, which
the judge promptly stuck in Jake's mouth.  Jake thought he was going to gag
as he chocked on the soap and the judge gave him two whacks with the
paddle.

      "Keep the soap in you little imp until we are done Jakey boy."

      After Nate and Scotty received their initial whacks, the judge
produced more paddles and had the scouts line up to practice their paddling
techniques.  The boys' butts were now pretty much on fire, their faces
burning with humiliation from a hard spanking by a bunch of pre-teen boys.
Then some suggested the brats receive some spankings on their underwear.
Before they could say anything, the boys found their pants being yanked
down for the amusement of everyone around.  The Judge relished the site of
the boxer brief clad asses being whacked.  For the grand finale, the boys'
underwear itself was yanked down so that everyone could giggle and stare at
their pert, firm round young asses, rosy from a good round of punishment.
The boys were made to stand still as the sheriff took pictures of their
burning red asses for his and his friends' collections.

      "Now, tell these nice scouts thank you very much for teaching our
sorry brat asses a lesson."

      "Thank you gentlemen for teaching our sorry asses a lesson." They
managed to say it almost all together this time, having finally gotten used
to the pattern of repeating the humiliating phrases. They were forced to
turn round and face the boys with their adult cocks fully on view to the
younger boys, who stared and snickered at the show.

      Jake was greatly relieved as the soap was finally removed from his
cocky mouth, as the scouts filed out of the courtroom, chattering and
giggling at the display of humiliation they had just seen.  "Well boys that
is enough for today.  I suggest you get a good night's sleep.  You are
going to need it.  Oh and one more thing, no mater how horny you get, there
is a strict rule of no masturbating in your dormitory. There is CCTV
trained across all your rooms the whole time so don't think you will get
away with trying to hide any attempts to secretly unload your balls.  But
don't be concerned gentlemen, we will have plenty of ways in store for you
to relieve your sexual tension in ways that everyone will be able to enjoy
to the maximum."

      The boys followed the sheriff and deputies from the courtroom rubbing
their throbbing asses and worrying about the judge's last comments.  What
did he mean?  What the hell did they get themselves into? What did he mean,
ways that everyone will be able to enjoy them get off?

COMMUNITY SERVICE PART 3

      The boys trudged wearily from the courthouse back to their holding
cell their asses still burning from their punishment. None of the six could
believe that they were just spanked before a room full of scouts. Jake in
particular was looking extremely sulky as he continued to rinse his mouth
out to get rid of the taste of the soap.

      "What was that shit? Are these people some kind of queers? I am not
putting up with anymore of their crap."

      Dan looked at Jake with disgust. "Hey asshole, you know we are
stuck. Our dads just gave them enough money so they can basically do with
us whatever they want. Besides, none of us can afford to go to jail, so
play along. They are probably just trying to scare us. What do you two
think they are up to?"

      Nate and Scotty realized that he was talking to them. "Dunno
exactly." said Nate. "The kids around here know that the judge and the
sheriff are kind of pery and you should stay away from them."

      Just then the Sheriff appeared with two of his deputies. "Boys, it
looks like your accommodations are now ready. If you would all please
follow me. "The boys were surprised to see that their sleeping quarters
were actually halfway decent. The sheriff had brought in two portable
trailers. There was a bed for each of them with their names over it and a
wardrobe for clothes. Russ, Dan, Jake and Ryan found their suitcases at the
end of their beds. Nate's and Scotty's parents had been so excited to get
rid of their problem kids for 7 months that they had dropped off clothes as
well. There was also a dining room table and a bathroom area with 2 shower
stalls.

      "Beats prison." Russ thought as he looked around the room. At least
his Dad's money had been well spent.

      "Now, there are some ground rules that we need to cover for your stay
here.  One, is that you are all to be good little obedient boys. That means
if you are given an order, you are expected to follow it. Do I make myself
clear?"

      "Yes" the boys murmured in unison.

      "Good. The next rule is be polite. There is to be no sassy
backtalk. Any mouthing off will earn you a punishment. We are not going to
tolerate you being rude.  Finally, and this may be the most important, as
Judge Hudson told you absolutely no masturbating."

      The boys gave each other a puzzled look. "Why is that of all things
the most important rule?"

      "Quite simply, we have big plans for you and your spunk. It is a big
part of your community service. We want you to be as full of cum and as
horny as possible when it comes to playtime. Remember what the judge
said. You are under 24 hour surveillance, so offenders will be severely
punished. Now you boys have a busy day ahead of yourselves working on the
venue for your community service so you best get some sleep."

      The next day, the boys awoke to find boxes sitting at the end of
their beds with a note to put on the contents. The boys gasped in horror as
they opened their boxes and saw the contents.

      "What is this faggy shit?" Scotty asked holding up a pair of
extremely short cut-off Jean shorts and a white wife beater.  Dan backed
away from his box proclaiming that he had no intention of wearing the
outfit. He was politely reminded one more time that he could opt out on the
clothes or stand trial and go to jail. His choice. Reluctantly he chose the
embarrassing clothes.

      Sheriff Wilson smiled and his cock stirred as he looked at the boys
lined up in their new outfits. To go along with their job for the day, the
boys were dressed as sexy construction workers. From top to bottom each of
them wore tan work boots with long white socks pushed down over the top,
extremely short cut off jean shorts which barely covered their butts, a
white wife beater tank top, a tool belt, mirrored aviator sunglasses and a
hard hat. To top it off the deputies handed them each an orange reflective
vest to wear for safety purposes, but to the boys' horror on the back of
each vest in large neon yellow letters were "DUMB JOCK" so that everyone
would get a good idea who they were, and to remind them of their status on
their site.

      "Don't you all look cute in your new work uniforms buys? Now turn
around and show us your backsides. That's right. And wiggle those cute
little bubble butts for me."

      The boys squirmed at the degrading orders but all the same
reluctantly complied with the sheriff's humiliating demands for them to
display themselves like this. They turned around and started shaking their
asses back and forth. Then they were made to bend over so the denim shorts
stretched tightly across their butts.

      "Don't your sexy young boy butts just look delicious this
morning. Are your backsides still a little tender? All right, time to move
out. You boys have a lot of work to do."

      The boys were taken in a awaiting van to a large construction site on
the outskirts of the town in what appeared to be the warehouse district. At
the construction site they found a whole crew busily working on renovating
one of the warehouses. The place was massive. The surrounding buildings had
been torn down to make room for the expansion. As the van approached, Dan
elbowed Russ and pointed to a sign at the entrance to the site. "Future
Home of DJ's - where the jocks are dumb and full of cum"

      "What the hell does that mean?"

      "I don't think that we want to know or even fuckin' think about it
man."

      "Ok boys. Here is where you will be performing your community
service. It might not look like much now but give it a month and it will be
beautiful. I guarantee it."

      The boys stumbled out of the van. Much to their dismay, they found a
large group of townspeople had assembled to gawk at the rich boys making
fools of themselves. The fact that the town bullies had gotten thrown into
the mix was simply icing on the cake. Of course to maximize the boy's
embarrassment, the sheriff had leaked to the town exactly when they would
be arriving. A group of middle age housewives were giggling like a group of
school girls at the site of the viral young men in their sexy revealing
clothing. One ran up and gave Ryan's bubble butt a tight squeeze. "Nice and
firm." She pulled his shorts down at the back to expose a tight pair of
yellow umbro underpants.

      "Ladies calm down. There will be plenty of time to play with the boy
toys. Right now these naughty young brats have some work to do. I am sure
going to enjoy watching them getting all hot, dirty and sweaty for you."

      The foremen from various construction crews stepped forward. While
they were straight as could be and did not derive the same perverse
pleasure as the sheriff at the boys' humiliation, they had been promised
extra generous bonuses for hazing the boys.

      The chief window installer stepped forward. "Nate and Ryan, you are
going to be with me. You are going to spend your day hauling windows off
the truck and delivering them around the site. Don't worry. It shouldn't be
too hard. There are only about 250 windows. To make it a little more
interesting, you two are going to walk on your tip toes so your asses swish
back and forth. Then once you have delivered the windows, you two are to
hold hands and skip back to pick up the next window like a total pair of
fuckin' fairies. Now get going."

      To the delight of the crowd, Nate and Ryan reluctantly took each
other's hands. They were just about to start skipping to the window truck,
when the foreman stopped them. "You little boys make such an adorable
little couple. Don't you all agree?" The audience cheered and
whistled. "Ryan, why don't you give your new boyfriend Nate a kiss? I am
sure this crowd would love it."

      To Ryan's and Nate's horror, the crowd began to chant, "Kiss, Kiss,
Kiss.". Ryan looked petrified as he leaned in close to Nate. "Sorry about
this man." Ryan then gave Nate a quick kiss on the lips.

      "That is not what the crowd wanted at all you stupid jock. I heard
them shouting kiss not peck. Now give him a real kiss. One where your mouth
is open and you slip him a little tongue."

      Ryan was so frightened he thought that he might throw up. Beads of
sweat began to form on his forehead.
      "Dude, I am ready. Just do it."

      Nate and Ryan opened their mouths and leaned in for what this time
was a passionate kiss. To the crowd's delight, Ryan even slipped Nate the
tongue and groped his ass, sliding his hand down the inside of his little
shorts and rubbing his play pal's crotch across the front.

      "OK you two sexy lovebirds, that is enough. You two need to get a
room if you want to have sex. Time to get to work."

      Huge laughter and merriment and wolf whistles from the assembled
onlookers. The rest of the day was hell for Nate and Ryan. Carrying the
heavy windows was hard enough, but standing on their tip toes made it even
harder. However to the crowd's delight their embarrassing walk caused their
asses to swish back and forth.

      At lunch they were forced to play the loving couple again, with Nate
sitting on Ryan's lap and both of them feeding each other bits of their
lunches and of course plenty of kisses. At the crowd's encouragement and
insistence, they were urged to get their cocks out and rub them till they
got hard and then pose for camera shots. They knew what would happen if
they didn't go along with it and put on a horny little show for the crowd.

      Laughing at their predicament and forced sex show, the superintendent
then shot Russ and Dan a smart look. "You two blueblooded lads are going to
be are garage collectors. A lot mess is generated on a construction
site. It is going to be the responsibility of you two brats to pick it
up. Now grab a bag and a broom and get moving. Oh by the way, later we are
expecting a load of horse manure to use as fertilizer for the grounds. We
are going to need you two dumb shits to unload it and spread it around."

      Russ and Dan reluctantly took the proffered trash bags and began
picking up the garbage laying around. The construction crew was well aware
that these two were the trust fund babies so they had devised the most
demeaning jobs for them. By the end of the day, they were both hot sweaty
messes covered head to toe in garbage and horse shit. Of course various
members of the crew and "accidentally" thrown away something important and
Russ and Dan had to search through the dumpsters to find it. The crew that
it was great to have two little rich brats at their beck and call and could
not wait to have more fun with them tomorrow.

      As bad as the day had been for the four others, it was much worse for
Jake and Scotty.

      "So, you two naughty brats are really the reason that we are all
here. If you hadn't gotten into that fight, none of this would have
happen. We have a very special guest here today. It is going to be your job
to help take him around the site so that he can get a sense of the progress
we have made. He has a little difficulty getting around these days after he
got injured trying to break up a fight between two little hoodlums."
      Scotty and Jake scuffed their shoes and looked down at the
ground. They knew of course that the Sheriff was talking about, the owner
of the restaurant/bed and breakfast they had crashed their cars into. He
had tried to break up Scotty's and Jake's fight and ended up getting
seriously hurt when he was pushed to the ground.

      "You two are going to be his hosts for the day. Remember the rules we
discussed. You are to obey his every order."

      Scotty and Jake were led to the car where Sam was waiting. Because of
his broken leg, Sam was having difficulty getting around. Therefore, the
Sheriff had arranged for Scotty and Jake to take him around in a sedan
chair. Sam's cock stirred at the site of the two, young virile, sexy boys
who were to be his companions for the day.

      "Good morning you cheeky little lads. Aren't you two looking adorable
this morning.  Do a little spin for me."

      Their faces burning red, Scotty and Jake turned around and shook
their asses for Sam. "Now let's see. I am told that your names are Scotty
and Jake but they sound like little boy names. Most particularly Scotty,
and yet you are men. I think I should call something more appropriate. So
Jakey Jake today you are going to be rechristened CumCum because you make
me want to cum in my pants when I see you." Scotty howled with laughter at
that.  "And Scotty you should really wipe that snotty expression off your
face. I have decided to rename you my little pet, Asswipe. Hope you like
your new names. Now Cum Cum and Asswipe, thanks to your handy work I am
unable to get around that easily so I am going to need help getting out of
the car and getting around. Be gentle."

      Sam was in heaven as CumCum and Asswipe carefully lifted Sam out of
the back of the litter. The boys were a little surprised how heavy the
sedan chair was as they picked it up and started moving towards the main
construction site.

      "CumCum, Asswipe put me down. I forgot that I have presents for you."

      Sam produced two presents wrapped in penis wrapping paper. Jake and
Scotty were worried about what further humiliations waited in inside. They
opened the presents to find bright neon yellow t shirts with their new
ridiculous names on them. They took off their vests and tank tops and put
on the shirts.

      "Don't forget to say thank you, you filthy little brats."

      "Uhh...thanks."

      "No, no, no. Like you mean it and then bend down and give me a kiss
on the cheek."

      "Thank you kind sir for these wonderful shirts. We love them. Just
like we love our new names."

      Sam was in heaven as CumCum and Asswipe each gave him a kiss. For
added fun as the were leaning down he gave their balls a squeeze causing
them to jump with surprise.

      "Let's get on with the tour."

      The morning was exhausting carrying Sam around so he could check on
the progress of construction. By lunchtime, CumCum's and Asswipe's arms
were aching and burning with pain. They had set the sedan chair down under
the shade of a tree and were taking turns feeding Sam his picnic lunch.

      "Dude, I don't think I can keep this up any longer. I am exhausted."

      "Stay strong. I don't think that we really have a choice."

      With lunch completed Sam told the boys that he was ready to continue
his tour. He was not at all pleased when they started to complain and
begged to rest for a little while longer.

      "Pick the sedan chair up now you brats and get a move on."

      Reluctantly they complied but as they were approaching the main
building the muscles in their arms began to shake."

      "Please, we have got to put you down or we are going to drop you."

      "Don't you dare drop anything or you will be severely punished for
incompetence. Remember you are here for the sole purpose of obeying all of
my orders."

      It was as if Sam was hoping they would fail. CumCum and Asswipe
staggered forward. Scotty couldn't take it any more. He tripped and fell to
the ground sending Sam spilling from the sedan chair. The Sheriff and
deputies came running.

      "What have you two assholes done? Sam are you ok? You two get your
asses back to the van and wait." Both of them got huge whacks on their
backsides for their incompetence. "Tomorrow you are going to face the music
for this."

      Sam, who was fine, smiled to himself as he thought about what
humiliating punishment the Sheriff would devise for Jake and
Scotty. Bewildered that they were going to be punished for something they
did not believe to be their fault. Scotty and Jake slowly walked back to
the waiting van wondering what humiliation they were now going to suffer.

      The next day, the crowd found that a stage had been set up in front
of the main building. A red velvet curtain hide whatever was on the
stage. Chairs had been set up for the audience and a red carpet had been
laid down the middle. An elaborate throne had been set up on the left side
of the stage where Sam was resting comfortably waiting like the rest of the
audience for the boys' arrival. Finally the van pulled up and the boys
began to emerge.

      First up were Nate and Ryan. They were still dressed as construction
workers except they were wearing bright yellow shirts that read "My sexy
young boyfriend makes me horny" in blue neon letters. They danced and
jiggled their asses down the carpet holding hands as instructed, like a
pair of gay boys. When they reached the front, Ryan pulled Nate into a
passionate embrace and they began to make out and grope each other. They
had been threatened with having to give each other blow jobs if they didn't
comply with the unreasonable requests.  Suddenly they were dosed with
buckets of water so their t shirts now clung seductively to their chests.

      "That ought to cool you two off.  OK you two, get a room. Go make
yourself comfortable on the loveseat we have set up for you." They joined
hands and skipped off to the loveseat on the left hand side below the stage
so they would be in a prime viewing spot.  Per the Sheriffs instructions,
they continued to kiss each other and grope each other's crotches.  Much to
the delight of the crowd, Nate even started to tease Ryan by giving him a
hand job.

      Next up were Dan and Russ. They were quite the sight. To go along
with their garbage duties, they had been transformed into pig boys. Their
hard hats were spray painted pink and now had pig ears on them. Their vests
and white tank tops had been replaced with neon pink shirts with the words
"pig boy" on the front and "I smell like shit" on the back. Similarly,
their Jeans shorts were now tight pink athletic shorts with curly pig tails
on the back. Their construction boots had been spray painted pink and they
wore pink socks instead of white. Their faces had smudges of dirt on
them. Finally, plastic pig snouts had been applied to their faces. They
were burning with shame. The crowd meanwhile was loving seeing the rich
brats dressed so ridiculously. To make matters worse for the pig boys, they
were forced to get down on their hands and knees and oink like little baby
piggies as they crawled their way up the center aisle, wiggling their butts
to make their curly tails swing back and forth.

      Finally they made it to the front completely humiliated and faces red
with embarrassment. To their horror the construction crew and wheeled one
of the garbage dumpsters in front of the stage. It was filled with warm
slurry, and mud.

      "Ok you stinking pigs. Your chariot awaits. Hop in and we will give
you a ride to the site. Russ and Dan had no choice but to jump into the
filthy garbage and muck-filled dumpster.  To their horror, the crew then
took shovels of the left over manure and dumped them over the pig boys'
heads.  The crowd was laughing hysterically as the garbage shit covered
pigs were wheeled away to the right side below the stage to watch the
festivities.

      Finally the moment they had all been waiting for arrived - Jake and
Scotty finally emerged from the van. Today, they were not dressed like
construction workers. Instead, they resembled more the sexy little brats
they truly were. They both wore blue backwards baseball caps. Both wore
tight neon blue shirts which read "NAUGHTY COCKTEASER" in big gold sparkly
letters. To add to his sexiness Scotty was wearing his trademark neckchains
around his sexy young neck. Jake had a puka shell necklace. They both were
wearing very tight royal blue exercise shorts that clung to their skin. It
was clear to everyone present that there was nothing underneath. Finally
their feet were encased in gleaming white Nike hi tops with long sexy over
the calf white tube socks with coordinating royal blue bands along the
top. They were definitely a gym class wet dream.

      To work up a nice sweat and of course add to their humiliation their
hands had been tied behind their backs and their shoelaces tied
together. They were therefore forced to wiggle and hop their way up to
where Sam waited on the stage. As the boys hopped like rabbits up the red
carpet, the audience realized they were both sporting massive
erections. They were unaware that Jake and Scotty had been fed massive
amounts of Viagra with their orange juice. Due to the warm sun they were
both covered in a light layer of sweat by the time they reached the
stage. The curtains parted to reveal a pair of stocks with two chairs and
holes for their legs. Scotty and Jake were led to the waiting stocks.

      "OK you two naughty boys, into the stocks you go." said the Sheriff
as he bent down and untied the bad boys' shoelaces.

      Scotty and Jake reluctantly sat down into the stocks, sticking their
sneaker clad feet through the waiting holes. Their arms were secured behind
then with handcuffs. Their arrogant sneers were soon replaced with looks of
terror. They quickly realized that, whatever the sheriff and his deputies
had planned, it was going to be much worse than getting spankings in the
courtroom or wearing ridiculous construction outfits.

      "Ladies and gentlemen, these young men have disobeyed the
rules. Therefore, they must be punished. Also this gives us the perfect
opportunity to demonstrate to you a little bit of the fun that awaits you
once we finish the construction of the restaurant behind me. You can look
forward to these naughty brats and their buds performing for you
nightly. Plus we hope to be adding more boys soon. Now, let's get Scotty
and Jake ready for their performance. First, let's lose the baseball caps
and give you hats that are a little more suitable for the show."

      In order to get the boys even hornier than they already were, the
sheriff's two female deputies had only been too happy to assist with
today's punishment. They dressed in tight, low cut shirts so the boys would
catch glimpses of their ample cleavage and it would help the boys'
erections.

 	The deputies were so very careful to make sure that their breasts
brushed up against the boys as they were securing them in the stocks. As a
result, both Jake and Scotty found that their tight exercise shorts were
even more tented with raging hardons. To complete their sexy outfits the
deputies also wore tight short skirts and high heels. The deputies removed
the boys' baseball caps, gave their hair a truss and placed on their heads
two foot high dunce caps with the words "Dumb Shit" in bold letters.

      "Much better. Now the world can see what dumb jocks that you are. Now
that you are both wearing something more appropriate on your heads, let's
continue. I think that you two would look so much better without those
embarrassing shirts on. Ladies, would you be so kind as to help them out?"
The deputies took scissors and cut the shirts off the boys, revealing their
chests to the crowd that had gathered. Jake's well defined quarterback
chest was greeted with immense applause. Although less defined than Jake,
Scotty's well toned chest struck a high note as well. The deputies
slathered oil on the boys chests so they were gleaming in the sun.

      "Very good. Now, during medieval times, the stocks were used for
punishing rulebreakers. These two nasty boys failed to follow the orders
they were given yesterday so they are here to be punished. Since they were
foolish enough not to obey the rules, we are going to treat them like
fools. Now who would like to come up here and help us decorate our fools?
They need to look a little more clownish."

      The group of women eagerly volunteered to assist with Jake. Scotty to
his horror saw four of his favourite bullying victims approaching with
wicked smiles on their faces. The audience clapped with delight and
anticipation as the boys squirmed in the stocks their oiled cheats gleaming
in the sunlight. The tormentors picked up the art supplies and got to
work. The audience was on the edge of their seats as they watched waiting
to see the final masterpieces. Finally they backed away to reveal their
works of art. Jake and Scotty looked at each other in horror.

      "Dude you look like an idiot."

      "You should see yourself."

      "Ok, so what do we have here?"

      "So we have turned Scotty into the Horny Devil. As you can see we
have painted devil horns on his forehead. We have also decorated his face
so he has a devil's goatee. You will notice the words 'Horny Devil' on his
chest. Finally we have top off his transformation by painting pitchforks
and exploding penises on his arms and legs."

      "Excellent. And how as Jake been transformed?"

      "We have turned him into Cums-a-lot the Clown. As you can see in big
bold letters we have written CUMS on his forehead, A on one cheek and LOT
on the other. We have also given him a red clown nose, and a ridiculously
large comedy smile. As you can see, Cums-a-Lot is very happy when he is
cumming. On his chest, we nhave written the suggestions, Tickle My Pickle
to See my Water Gun Squirt with an exploding penis on his six pack."

      "Thank you very much ladies. Our clowns certainly look more foolish
now. But they don't seem very happy. I think that we should do something
about that, don't you?"

      The deputies then started handing out feathers and encouraging the
volunteers to tickle the shaking Scotty and Jake. The boys squirmed as
their checks and arm pits were mercilessly attacked for the fun of the
onlookers. Feathers found the inside of belly buttons and ears and under
noses. Soon, Scotty and Jake were laughing uncontrollably and begging for
the tickling torture to stop. Much to their horror, they both realized that
the tickling was beginning to make their cocks harden even more, right to
the point that it was almost painful. Sam was so excited at seeing the two
hotties abused like this that he thought that he might cream himself in his
pants right there and then. He barked out some orders to turn himself on
even more:

      "Come on you dumb shit clown, laugh for me. Not such a tough guy now
are you? Laughing like a little boy, in fact huh?"

      "Mr. Sheriff, can we see if these foolish clowns are ticklish on
their feet?"  "Be my guests"

      "No. Not my feet, please. I have learned my lesson."  Scotty and Jake
squirmed and pleaded.

      "Wait.  Please allow me."

      Everyone stopped to stare at Sam.  The deputies helped him over from
his throne to a seat in front of the stocks.  Sam was salivating at the
site of the two dumb jocks looking so ridiculous but sexy at the same time
in their white hip tops and socks.

      Sam smiled as he slowly began loosening their shoelaces.  "So CumCum
and Asswipe, we meet again.  You two really are quite the cockteases.  I
can't wait to see what you have been hiding in your sexy footwear."

      "Please we are sorry we dropped you.  Please don't do this."

      "Sorry you little pricks but there really is nothing that quite gets
me going like the site of a young asshole in his socks.  I bet yours are a
little damp and sweaty from all that jumping.  There, the shoelaces are
nice and loose.  Ready for the unveiling?  I want you two clowns to wiggle
your little footies back and forth and get your shoeies off for me you dumb
fucks."
      Disgusted by the perverted game, but also terrified, Scotty and Jake
began to move their feet and whole bodies back and forth to force the high
top sneakers from their feet and on to the floor the result being another
fine layer of sweat covered their taunt bodies.  Finally they managed to
get the shoes off.  Sam almost creamed himself at the site of the boys'
feet encased in their gleaming white socks with sexy blue tips.  He pick up
one of Jake's sneakers and gave it a sniff.

      "Ahh.  This is going to be fun.  You two really are some sexy mother
fuckers.  Such nice clean socks.  Wiggle your toeies for me.  And let's see
which of the two of you has the sweetest boy foot smell."  Scotty and Jake
were in horror as Sam leaned down and smelled their socks.  "Very nice
Asswipe.  A little more exercise and you will have a great musky smell
going, but I would have to give the edge to CumCum.  His socks were just a
little bit more damp.  Of course, CumCum that means you will be a little
more sensitive to the tickling."

      Sam ran his fingers up and down the brats' feet who tried as they
might could not help laughing."  He then turned to the group of volunteers
and said, "I have had my fun for the moment.  I will play some more with
these clowns and their bratty mates later.  You may proceed now with the
tickling in earnest."

      "No please cut it out. My feet are fucking ticklish. "

      The boys were again laughing hysterically as their white sock feet
were attacked with fingers and feathers. It was more than they could
take. Much to their horror, their socks were pealed off and their bare feet
were attacked.  One of the nerds ran over to Sam and gave him the socks as
a souvenir.  Sam held them to his nose and smiled.  Both were laughing
hysterically now as their feet, chests, belly buttons and arm pits were
continually tickled. Much to their embarrassment, they found that they were
both getting long, hard erections and their cocks were starting to leak
huge strings of precum.

      "Hey," said one of the boys tickling Scotty, "these jerkoffs seem to
really like this. Look at the wet spots.  Let's have a look at what's
underneath."

      Scissors were produced and the exercise shorts were cut away to
reveal the boys' long hard cocks al their glory, the silver threads of pre
juice bobbing off the ends of their purple helmets. Jake and Scotty both
wished that a hole would open up in the earth and swallow them. There they
were completely naked but for the dunce caps on their heads, tied in the
stocks with lurid writing on their bodies and raging hardons.

      "Looks like our clowns are finally happy and enjoying themselves at
last. We can all see very clearly how their penises are enjoying the
attention you are all giving them. Time then to move on to our final
funtime clown game. I am sure that you have all seen the carnival game
where a contestant shoots water from a water gun into the mouth of a clown
to blow up a balloon until it pops. Who ever pops their balloon first
wins. We are going to play a version of the game. Fortunately, our clowns
come with their own water pistols. "

      The boys watched with disgust as the deputies slid a long plastic,
lubed-up tube over their hard dicks. At the end of the tube was a
funnel-like mouth piece.

      "Open up and say Ah," one of the deputies teased as she jammed the
mouth piece into Jake's mouth. The mouth piece was secured behind their
heads with a pink plastic rope so they could not spit them out in the heat
of the moment. A look of terror came over both boys as it dawned on them
what was about to happen.

      "The first team to get their clown off wins. Ready, set GO!"

      The teams started tickling the boys like mad men. Feathers were run
up and down their cocks and at the same time they were given hand
jobs. Almost simultaneously, Scotty and Jake felt their bodies tensing and
whined with their sickened frenzy at the fact that they were going to be
teased and toyed with so much that their ghastly reward would be having to
have their faces filled with their own balljuice. They were literally half
way between laughing and crying.

      "No, no, no," thought Jake as he could feel himself getting more and
more excited.

      Despite trying desperately not to climax and thereby blow rope after
rope of his own hot semen in his own mouth, Jake felt his entire body tense
and then a cum fountain explode from his cock. His body bucked as the cum
came rushing out with such a force that it easily up the tube and into his
waiting mouth. Jake had no choice but to swallow his own wad of hot white
cream. This brought a massive roar from the audience as they saw another
huge jet of white shoot round the tube and into the waiting brat's sexy
mouth.

      "Looks like Cums a Lot has lived up to his name and we have a
winner."

      At that moment, Scotty could not hold out any longer. His cock too
erupted violently sending waves of cum into his own mouth too. More big
rounds of applause.  As he finished swallowing the boys finally relaxed,
sweating and breathing hard. Nate, Russ, Dan, and Josh who were forced to
watch their mates' ordeal, nervously looked at their feet knowing that soon
they might soon suffer the same sort of public humiliation.

      "Hope you boys like the taste of your spunk.  There is a lot more
where that came from.  So if you liked what you saw today, be sure to come
to the opening of the DJ's. I promise there are many more humiliations in
store for our brats.  And a word of warning to the young men in the
audience, better behave because DJ's will always be on the look out for new
wankers, I mean workers."