Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2015 02:21:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: "jmg_529@yahoo.com" <jmg_529@yahoo.com>
Subject: Community Service Part 2

This is more of a set up chapter.  The good stuff starts in Part 3.  Please
send any suggestions to jmg_529@yahoo.com.

COMMUNITY SERVICE PART 2

       Finally, the opening night of DJs arrived.  Judge Hudson and the
Sheriff were very pleased with results of the construction of the club.
With the extra money from the boys' fathers, they were able to add numerous
extras to the club making it the perfect place to teach their prisoners a
humiliating lesson.  They could not wait to wipe the cocky smile off of the
boys' bratty little faces.  To that end, the two of them along with the
other investors had cooked up a very exciting and humiliating night for the
boys as part of the opening night extravaganza.  It was bound to be one
that no one would soon forget.

       Even better, with the anticipation building within the town for the
boys' humiliation, the seats for the opening night had sold out in minutes.
If this kept up, the days of the town worrying about their budget were
over.  And, better yet, as a spring break hot spot, they were ensured a
steady stream of jocks and frat boys to serve out their community service
by working at DJs.  Yes, the investment was going to provide revenue and
pleasure for years to come.

       However, right now Judge Hudson and the Sheriff were more focused on
the opening night.  For the opening night, they decided to have men only
night.  At first the women in the town complained, but there were many
assurances, that the boys would make up for it at the upcoming ladies
night.  Now, in just a few hours, the dining room would be full of horny
gay men from around the area waiting to see the cocky straight boys get
their comeuppance.  Those who were lucky enough to have tickets, were
lining up on the front steps hours before the doors opened just so they
could say they were the first ones through the door.

       Having now been moved from their temporary housing to a dormitory in
DJs, the six unlucky boys were a lot less happy then crowd that was
gathering to ogle at them.  A few weeks ago this seemed like such a good
idea to avoid going to jail or messing with their futures.  But that was
before they knew about the perverted humiliations they were going to be
subjected to for the next few months.  Now it was too late.  The club was
finished and ready to open.  All six of them knew that whatever indignities
they had suffered during the construction would pale in comparison to
tonight and the weeks to come.

       The minutes seemed like hours.  Whatever was going to happen, they
just wanted it to start so they could get it over with.  They had spent
most of the day working up a sweat in DJs' state of the art gym.  Given the
conditions of their probation, they needed to keep their bodies in prime
condition.  It was definitely the best part of the whole ordeal if you
could get best the fact that the gym faced the street and had huge windows
so that anyone passing by could view the boys during their work outs.  Now,
back in the dormitory, having stripped out of their sweaty work out gear
and showered for the big night, they lounged on their bunks.

       Jake, the quarterback, stretched his athletic frame out on his bunk.
"Damn, I am horny.  With no pussy around, this masturbation embargo is
killing me.  These perverts have not allowed me to cum since that day in
the stocks during construction.  I feel like I am going to bust a nut."

       From over on his bunk, Dan glared at Jake, "Hey asshole.  We are all
suffering.  Talking about it will not do any good.  How long are they going
to keep us waiting?  I just want to get this over with."

       Just then, the door burst open and the Sheriff strode through with
two of his deputies chomping on this ever present cigar.  As they had been
trained, the boys immediately got up and stood at attention next to their
beds.  They had been warned that in the main dining room there were
"penalty boxes" that anyone who misbehaved would have the miserable
experience of spending the night in.

       "So Boys, are you ready for your big premiere?  Your community
service starts in earnest tonight. We came to make sure that you are all
properly prepared.  Deputies if you would be so kind as to hand out their
outfits, it would be much appreciated."

       The deputies moved down the line handing out boxes to each of the
boys.

       "So what kind of faggity shit are you going to make us wear?" Russ
asked sarcastically.

       "Well why don't you open the boxes up and find out."

       Lifting the lids and looking in the boxes, the boys stared at the
contents with disbelief.  "Is this some kind of joke?"  Dan asked.  What
was so shocking is that neatly folded inside of the boxes were the clothes
that Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake were wearing when they were first arrested.

       "No joke boys.  We thought that ridiculous outfits were not
necessary for tonight."

        The four cocky dumb shits didn't stop to think that the clothes
might be the joke.

       "Why don't you get dressed.  I am sure you are anxious to put on
normal clothes again.  We were just trying to scare you before.  You didn't
really think that the Judge and I were going to treat you like that the
whole time did you?  I think you have learned your lesson."

       "How come they get to wear normal clothes and we still have this
perverted shit?"  Scotty and Neil held up their outfits for the evening.

       The Sheriff had to stifle a laugh.  "That is because we did not feel
that the two of you had learned your lesson.  Besides we wanted our waiters
for the night to look cute.  Now go get changed so we can have a look at
you."

       By this point, Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake were once again looking like
arrogant frat boys.  With the return of their street clothes, the felt a
renewed sense of confidence.  Jake was even so bold as to saunter up to the
Sheriff.  "So if those two are the waiters, what is our job for the night?"

       "We just thought we would tease the audience a little bit tonight.
Your job will basically be to sit on the stage and look hot.  It won't be
hard for you."  As he spoke the Sheriff felt up Jake's biceps.  Jake backed
away not wanting the pervert to touch him anymore.

       "Uhh.  Cool I guess."

       At that point the other boys burst out laughing as Scotty and Nate
emerged dejected from the dressing room.

       "You fuckers look so stupid." Ryan taunted.  He was finally getting
some of his old confidence back.

       Nate and Scotty hung their heads in embarrassment.  While they
should have expected something like this, they could not believe that they
were going to have to wear these outfits all night.  Judge Hudson and the
Sheriff had decided that DJs really needed a couple of play boy bunny
waiters for the night.  Their shoes were normal enough - black and white
Nike high tops.  From there they were the polar opposites.  Nate had white
socks and Scotty had black.  There only clothing was a pair of skimpy
briefs.  Again, Neil's were white and Scotty's were black.  On their wrists
were tux cuffs and the each wore a black bow tie.  To top it off, the each
had a large pair of rabbit ears - Neil's were white and Scotty's were
black.

       "Turn around and show us your back sides."

       Mortified, the bunny waiters turned around.  The other boys were
laughing hysterically at this point.  On the backsides of the briefs, were
two cotton bunny tails.  Again the colors were alternating - Scotty had a
white tail and Neil had a black one.

       "Shake your tails.  Let's see them move."

       The other boys thought they may lose it watching the two skater
punks humiliate themselves.  It was going to be great watching them work
their tails off so to speak while they had to was sit and look pretty.

       "Ok Boys.  It is almost opening time.  We best get you over to the
dining room.  The festivities are about to begin."

***

       Finally to the crowd's delight, the doors of DJ's were opened.  They
entered through the doors into a long hallway.  From the ceiling hung
banners of the six jocks that would be providing the entertainment.  Of
course both the owners and the patrons were hoping that there would soon be
many more banners in the entrance hall.  The horny crowd salivated that the
pictures of Jake in his football uniform, Ryan in his baseball uniform, Dan
in tennis whites and Russ ready for lacrosse.  Neil was decked out in this
soccer uniform, and Scotty was in full skater boy mode.  All of them
smirking and looking extremely arrogant and cocky.  The crowd moved quickly
down the hallway to find their seats in the dining room for the main event.
There was no point drooling over a picture when they were going to get to
see the real deal.

       The dining room was dominated by a large stage along the back wall.
The red velvet curtains were shut so the audience was left to wonder what
was hidden behind them.  A large "Welcome to DJ's" sign hung over the
stage.  Nothing was on the stage except four stools.  A catwalk, in the
shape of a giant penis jutted out into the room from the stage.  On either
side of the stage was a cage with a sign that read "penalty box."  There
were two double doors on both the left and right walls.  On invitingly said
"this way to the locker room."  The other beckoned the visitors to come
explore the equipment room.  The rest of the dining room was filled with
large round tables.  Each table had a lazy Susan for easy passing of the
food.

       After each member of the audience had found his seats at his
appointed table, the emcee, a distinguished sixty year old dressed in a
tux, came on to the stage.  The audience began to clap wildly.

       "Gentlemen, Welcome to DJs! I will be your host for the evening.
Please join me in welcoming to the stage our sexy out of town guests. -
Rascally Russ, Deviant Dan, Raunchy Ryan and Jockboy Jake"

       The audience screamed as the four cuties came out and took their
places on the stools.  They had been instructed to do much preening and
posing throughout the night as the audience enjoyed their dinners.  They
stood there flexing their muscles for the excited audience.

	As the boys were taking their positions on the stools, someone
shouted, "We wanted to see them without their clothes!"

	The emcee pretended to be shocked.  "This is a classy
establishment.  We will have none of that.  I think our waiters for the
evening have arrived."

	The doors to the locker room opened up and Scotty and Nate were
pushed through.  The house lights when down and a spot light shown on them.
They were hoping that a hole would open up and swallow them.

	The emcee smiled down at the two waiters from the stage, "hop on in
to the room you bunny boys.  Don't be shy.  The two of you have a lot of
work to do this evening."  Scotty and Nate started to tentatively step into
the room.  "No!  I said to hop into the room.  You stupid skaters need to
learn to listen.  Now I want you to hop around the room like the little
bunnies you are so these nice men can see your cute little outfits.

	Resigned to their fate, Scotty and Nate put their feet together and
began hoping around the room like bunnies.  The audience salivated as they
watched their packages bounce up and down.  They could not wait to see the
boys remove their bunny boy briefs.  Soon Scotty and Nate were once again
covered in a layer of sweat because of the exertion.  They also realized
that they were in for a night of groping and touching as they made their
way through the crowd.  Looking up at the four preening peacocks on stage,
they vowed revenge.  They figured that there had to be some twist to the
narcissist routine.  They could not wait to see it.

       However, an hour later, the crowd at DJs was getting restless with
the slow service.  Scotty and Neil were not doing a good job serving the
entire restaurant themselves.  The two were in a panic as the annoyed
patrons barked orders at them and made unreasonable demands. The angry
customers also took every opportunity to grope the flustered boys. One
customer reached his hand down Nate's briefs as he was trying to serve
dinners. Nate jumped in surprise dumping a plate of pasta on to one of the
customer's lap. The customer was only mollified after Nate was forced to
lick the sauce off him and submit to an over the knee spanking on his bunny
boy butt.

       Scotty took so long serving one table they decided to have some
perverted fun with him. When he tried to appease them with more bread, they
told him they would only take it if he stuffed it down his underwear first.
Blushing, he pulled open the front of his underwear and put the rolls in.
The men at the table made quite the show reaching way down to grab a roll
being sure to play with Scotty's cock and balls along the way.  The
customers kept hoping that something would happen to the four brats up on
the stage.

       Once Scotty and Nate had finally served all of the tables, the emcee
came on to the stage. "Gentlemen, let me apologize again for the fact that
we are shorthanded tonight. Our out of town guests appear to be suffering
from some sort of mysterious ailment and we thought it advisable to keep
them off of the floor until we have a clear diagnosis.  Even though
something appears to be wrong with them, they are still pretty sexy.  Don't
you agree?"

       The audience hooped and hollered.  Finally, things were starting to
get interesting.  Russ, Dan, Jake and Ryan looked nervously at each other.
Their night was starting to take a turn for the worse.  Clearly, these old
perverts were up to something.  The boys realized that they were going to
have to do more than simply sit on a stool and look pretty.

       The emcee continued to address the audience, "Despite the fact that
it took too long to get going," The emcee glared at Scotty and Nate who
gulped in fear of what was to come. "We believe that we have an excellent
show planned for you tonight. To that end, we need about four volunteers to
come back stage and help us out.  We promise that you will not be
disappointed."

       At the sound of this, hands immediately shot up around the
room. Whatever was going to happen, every member of the audience wanted to
be a part of it.  Four eager volunteers were quickly chosen and brought up
on to the stage.  From the side of the stage, four muscular bouncers
appeared.  To the shock and horror of the four jocks seated on the
barstools, the bouncers unceremoniously picked them up and flung them over
their shoulders in a fireman's carrier as if they were young children and
not four college aged men.  With the eager volunteers in tow, the bouncers
carried the cocky frat boys off the stage patting their asses as they went.
Russ, Dan, Jake and Ryan knew this was not going to end well for them.

       As he was leaving the stage, the emcee addressed the audience one
last time, "We will be ready in a few minutes. In the meantime, please
continue to enjoy yourselves. I'm sure that our bratty waiters would love
to find a lap to sit on for the show."

       All heads turned to look at Scotty and Nate in their tight briefs
and ridiculous outfits, the patrons licking their lips with delight. Soon a
tug of war broke out as the audience tried to secure the prizes for the
evening.  After much pushing and shoving, Nate found himself on the lap of
a muscular bear.  The muscular man pinned Nate's arms behind him so that
Nate could not get away.  Nate struggled trying to get loose, but it was no
good.  The man had him in a vice grip.

       "Lookie what we are getting for dessert boys, a Twinkie."  The bear
turned to one of the real waiters who were now making their way around the
room now that Nate and Scotty were otherwise occupied.  He whispered
something in the waiter's ear, who smiled and ran off.  A few minutes
later, the waiter returned and placed a plate full of the requested desert
own on the table.

       The bear looked down at Nate still squirming around trying to get
his arms loose.  "Open up your mouth you cocktease and say ahhh."

       As Nate opened his mouth he found that it literally was stuffed with
a Twinkie.  He wanted to gag on the sickly sweet pastry.

       "Now you little shit, we are going to have some fun.  Do you know
why I like Twinkies?  Because they are dick shaped.  I want you to show us
how you suck the cream out. That's right. Keep sucking. You are getting a
little cream around the mouth.  You need to be more careful not to spill
any.  Don't worry. We have a whole plate full. We will teach you to be an
expert cocksucker by the end of the night."

       Nate groaned. This was completely humiliating having to perform this
gay shit on a bunch of pastries.  To make matters worse, their hands all
over his crotch and he could feel his shoes being unlaced. What was it with
these fags constantly wanting to grope him and play with his feet?  He had
no idea what entertainment had been planned for this evening but knew that
he was in for a long humiliating night.

       "Very good Twinkie. Here comes the next Twinkie. This time, I want
you to run your tongue up and down the length of the pastry before you
start sucking."

       While Nate continued to perform sex acts on the plate of pastries,
Scotty was not faring much better at his table.  He found himself
surrounded by a bunch of sweaty old men.

       "So Scotty, we understand that the Sheriff and Judge Hudson haven't
let you cum for a week because you have incurred too many penalty points. I
bet your dick is just aching for some relief. We may just take pity on you
and give you some, eventually. But first we are going to have a little
fun. We are going to tease and torment your dick but you better not cum. If
you do we are going to punish you."

       To Scotty's horror, his skimpy shorts were removed.  He tried to
reach and cover his dick, but the men held on tight to his arms.  The
dishes were quickly cleared from the table.  Still holding his arms, the
men lifted Scotty onto the Lazy Susan.  Scotty kicked his legs but soon he
found that two more men were holding his ankles.  The now sweaty and
exhausted Scotty found himself lying spread eagle on the Lazy Susan being
held by the arms and legs.  Resigned to his fate for the night, Scotty
stopped struggling and decided that it was best to just give in to whatever
was to happen.

       The men at the table began to play with his increasingly hard dick
while slowly spinning the Lazy Susan so that everyone got a chance to
torment the poor Bunny Boy.  The men were further delighted to catch a
quick sniff of Scotty's sneakers or lick his sweaty brow as he spun
around. Scotty thought he might be sick and tried hard to think about
anything other than how badly he wanted to cum. He definitely did not think
this was something that he could keep up for the rest of the night.

       "So you little cum fountain, hope you behave yourself and don't
spray us with your boy spunk before we tell you to. If you feel yourself
getting close, just start yelling 'My Boy Juice is coming, my boy juice is
coming."  Scotty groaned.  Not only did he now have a massive case of blue
balls, but he was starting to feel slightly sick from the constant spinning
of the Lazy Susan.  He wished that he would just blow his wad so that this
would over and he could return to the dorm.  If they kept this up much
longer it would be a race to see if he would throw up or cum first.

       As Nate continued to suck the cream out of the Twinkies in
increasingly lurid ways and Scotty concentrated with all his might not to
erupt, the emcee returned to the stage. To the audience's surprise, he had
traded his traditional tux for doctors' scrubs and a lab coat.

       "Gentleman, as I told you we have a very serious problem here at
DJs. It seems that our out of town guests have come down with a strange
ailment and we need your help diagnosing the problem."

       The curtain parted to reveal a medical office scene complete with
four examination tables (including stir ups!) covered in white paper.
Sitting on the four tables were the missing DJs - Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake.
For the fun tonight they had been dressed again as the stereotypical
arrogant frat boys they look like when they had first arrived.  Russ was
wearing his tight jeans, a green polo (with popped collar) and his chunky
white Lacoste sneakers.  Dan was also looking extremely yummy as he
casually kicked his leg against the table in his gray Puma sneakers, kakis
and a cotton madras shirt.  Ryan and Jake were dressed as their typical
jock selves in Nike sneakers, sweats and sleeveless tees.  None of them
looked extremely happy to be there since they had promised a particularly
humiliating evening.

       "So boys we understand that you are all suffering a mysterious
illness.  Fortunately, we have some volunteer doctors here to help us get
to the root of the problem.  Gentlemen, please make your way to the stage."

       The four volunteers from early came out onto the stage, all smiles.
They too had changed into green doctors' scrubs.  They stood next to their
designated boy.

       "So we need to give you lads a physical examination so that our
doctors can come up with a diagnosis. We had better first take an oral
history."

       The doctor next to Russ turned to him and said, "So young man, why
don't you tell me what the problem is."

       With his now trademark cocky, arrogant sneer, Russ looked at him and
said, "Clearly it is that you are a fucking pervert."

       The other boys laughed and gave Russ a thumbs up, but the emcee was
not amused. "You will behave you little shithead or it will be a trip to
the penalty box for you.  Bet you would just love to spend the evening
trying different size dildos up your ass."

       Russ grimaced at the thought bowed his head in defeat and played
along, "I don't know exactly doc.  I just know my bros and me are not
feeling very good."

       "Well.  Let's see what we can do about that.  First, let's have a
look your mouths.  Open up and say aah."

       As Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake opened their mouths they immediately
found that the volunteers had stuck tongue depressors deep into the back of
their throats.  They could barely control the gagging, as the wooden sticks
were pressed hard on their tongues. As the boys continued to say ah the
spit began to pool in their mouths.

       "Come on boys, you need to get used to having things shoved into
your mouths.  Everything looks ok in their mouths.  Considering the potty
language that comes out if them maybe we need to wash them out with soap."

       Jake shuttered at the thought remembering his treatment in the
courtroom.

       "Better test their gag reflexes."  The doctors then began to push
the tongue depresses to the back of the boys' throats causing them to
further gag.

       "All right, take out the tongue depressors. I guess the boys do not
have a throat problem. We better keep searching. Let's test their
reflexes."

       The boys were made to sit back down on the table. The doctors began
hitting their knees with rubber hammers to make sure they would react. Of
course they did.

       "Hmm. This is really interesting. I wonder what could be wrong with
them. We had better keep up this physical."

       "Dude, there is nothing wrong with us."

       "Of course there is. Let's check their blood pressure."

       The doctors placed blood pressure cuffs around the boys' arms and
began to pump them up.

       "All look completely normal. Better listen to their hearts and
breathing. Ok boys. Time to remove those shirts. Arms up and reach for the
sky."

       Reluctantly, the four little brats took a deep breath and raised
their arms. By now, they were fairly used to losing their clothes but it
did not mean that they liked it any better. Jake and Ryan had a fairly easy
time as their doctors removed their t shirts. Russ' head got stuck as the
doctor tried to pull off his polo without unbuttoning it all the
way. Finally the doctor manages to yank it off. Russ emerged bare cheated,
red in the face and his hair slightly messed up. He tried to fix his hair
as the audience whistled and yelled cat calls at the sight of the boys'
gleaming chests.  Bad as it was for Russ, it was worse for Dan. The doctor
slowly unbuttoned his shirt savoring as Dan's smooth chest.

       "Very nice. What a handsome little fucker you are."

       "Now, now.  We have some important business to take care of.  We
need to continue these unfortunate boys' medical evaluations.  Time to
check their heartbeats."

       The boys winced as the extra cold stethoscopes were applied to their
bare chests.

       "No their heartbeats seem fine.  Well I wonder what the problem
could be? You better measure their heads."

       The boys had puzzled looks on their faces as the doctors took out
tape measures and began to measure the circumferences of their heads
calling out the measurements to the emcee who wrote them down on the big
chart.

       "Well now we are on to something. Looks like these boys have some
big heads. Hand them these mirrors and see what happens."

       The doctors handed each brat a handheld mirror. As they had been
previously instructed they all started preening and fixing their hair.

       "Hmm. They all seem to like the look of themselves. Now we should
check their feet. Hop back up on the table boys."

       As instructed, Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake sat back up on the exam
tables. The doctors bent down and began to unlace the boys' sneakers. As
the shoes were removed, the doctors all stuck their noses deeply into the
sneakers and inhaled.  They then proceeded to remove the boys' other shoe
again inhaling the sneakers' scent.  They lifted the boys' white socked
feet to their faces and breathed deeply.  Finally, they carefully removed
the socks and licked the bottom of their feet lapping up the salty jock
sweat.

       "Yup.  These boys do have the sweet foot smell of young
jocks. Ok. So as symptoms so far, we have big head, likes the look at
themselves in a mirror and foot smell.  Let's continue.  It looks like next
we had better check these boys for hernias.  Best take their pants off."

       As was expected by this point by all of them, the four found their
pants unceremoniously removed.  The audience cheered and cat calls
reverberated throughout the room at the sight of sexy lads now in nothing
but their rather skimpy briefs.  The doctors stuck their hands down the
boys' pants getting their first feel of their cocks, had them turn to the
side and cough as though they were really checking them for hernias.

       "Well, everything looks good.  Maybe we should take their
temperature the old fashion way."

       The boys gulped as their undies were lowered and they were made to
get up on all fours on the exam table with their bubble butts sticking up
in the air.  The doctors lubed up four rectal thermometers and stuck them
up the boys' asses. They winced as the cold thermometers were shoved
further up their behinds.

       "Let's hope you dummies remembered to wash your asses this
morning. Ok docs. Remove the thermometers and read the temperatures. I
promise that you will get some more time to play with those asses a little
later. Hmm. These readings all seem normal. We still have not figured out
what is wrong with these boys. Better do a more extensive physical exam."

       The doctors then began to examine the boys' penises and testacies.

       "Well they do seem to be on the large side."

       "Yes. And all four have a liberal amount of pubic hair."

       "We better take a urine sample."

       To the disgust of the boys, four cups were produced and they were
made to pee in them right then and there.

       "Well, I think there is one more test and then we are ready for our
diagnosis. We need to check for hemorrhoids.  Back on to the tables with
you."

       The now naked brats hopped back on to the tables and placed their
feet on stirrups.  With glee the doctors snapped on latex gloves and began
playing with boys' anuses. The boys winced as they could feel the fingers
probing deeper and deeper. Finally they were removed. The doctors huddled
together with the emcee talking in low voices. The boys stood there stark
naked unsure what they should do next or if they should get
dressed. Finally, the Emcee addressed the audience.

       "Gentlemen. You will all be pleased to know that we have reached a
diagnosis.  Unfortunately, there boys are suffering from severe cases of
Arrogantitis. Fortunately, there is a treatment. When a boy this age has
Arrogantitis, the best medicine is a heavy dose of public humiliation. Give
us a few moments so we can get started." The audience clapped and cheered
wildly as the curtain closed.  The boys had looks of terror wondering what
could be in store for them now.  It was looking like this was going to be a
good night after all!