Date: Fri, 27 May 2005 21:34:28 -0500 From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com> Subject: Rascal Part 17 Rascal Part Seventeen Reverence and Resentment (M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest High School) This is a continuing story. Constructive criticism is welcome, at zestful@myexcel.com. Please mention the title in the Subject line or I might delete it by accident, thinking it's spam. Hearing from you and NEW readers will help keep alive the desire to continue this tale. --Dick Hickey. If you're not old enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence. Rascal Part Seventeen Reverence and Resentment After the success of the cookie sale at school, I was wondering what Ryan, the little rascal, was going to do next. It was like anything that would stop a normal person, just turned to gold with Ryan's help. Without any help from me, Ryan arranged to sell popcorn, with the proceeds going toward the purchase of new band uniforms for the school. When Ryan and I got to Corbett's parking lot for the "event," there was one of those white tents used for sidewalk sales set up in the parking lot. "That's for us," Ryan said, "and there's Kevin's van. Daddy coerced him into transporting the popcorn for us." Kevin was the guy who used entrapment to send me to prison for six years. He was also the guy Ryan's dad, Lyle, had "manipulated" into gangbanging Ryan Memorial Day weekend. 'Now, I guess they're buddy-buddy,' I thought. After helping Kevin get a long table with folding legs set up inside the tent, we transported cases of popcorn out of his van and stacked them in the tent. Ryan said, "Uncle Dickey, would you put this clothes hamper at the end of table in the tent?" "No problem." "And don't look at anything else that Kevin's put in there." "Yes, sir," I said dutifully, wondering how Kevin ended up more involved in this event than I was. "I can't believe you were able to get us this location, Kevin, it's awesome!" Ryan shouted as I was coming out of the tent. "Gene Corbett is my uncle," Kevin said. "But right across from the state police post! Who could ask for anywhere better than this?" "Only you," I said knowing Rascal's preference for perfection. "Uncle Gene donated the tent when I told him you needed privacy." "Donated?" Ryan asked skeptically. "I told him it was a charity event for the school." "Is there some special way I should thank him?" Ryan asked, flicking his eyebrows. "This is MY treat but just so you know, you never want to be indebted to Uncle Gene." "Nice to know," Ryan said wide-eyed at Kevin's onerous warning. "Hey, here comes Tyler and Taylor," Ryan said. "Am I ever gonna be told what lascivious little plan you have up your sleeve?" "As soon as Jamie and the others get here," Ryan said. "I thought this was to generate money for Eastern's new band uniforms," I said. "It is, but there's no rule that says we can't recruit help." "I stand corrected." "Hi, Taylor. Hi, Tyler," Ryan said. "Hi, Rascal," they said together. "Dad's in the car. He's on the phone with Mom. He'll be here in a minute," Tyler said. "As soon as Jamie, Jeremy and Juanita get here, we'll be ready. Did Tyler fill you in, Taylor?" "Yep." "You're here, so I guess you're willing to play along." "I can't wait. If what Tyler said is true, this'll be awesome." "If Kevin comes through like he promised." "The kids know but I don't?" I asked in disbelief. Kevin smiled at me like he knew what was planned, too. Within moments of each other, Jamie arrived in his car, followed by Jeremy and Juanita. "Okay, let's go," Ryan said leading the group into the tent. Once inside, he opened a box of masks that covered only the eyes and nose. "Jason, you get to wear the ringmaster outfit. It's hanging over there. You can wear the black mask, too." "Where's the shirt?" Jason asked, twisting the hanger from side to side like he could make a shirt appear as if by magic. "With a chest like yours, you don't need a shirt," Ryan said. I noticed the outfit consisted of tight white pants, knee length black boots and a black bolero jacket. Hanging by a strap from the hook of the hanger was also a lion-tamer style whip. I knew Kevin was a master of the whip and hoped he'd have time to give us a demonstration of his talents before we all left for the day. He could knock a beer can off a countertop without denting it or cut it in two, depending on what his objective was. Once I had watched him beat a guy for over twenty minutes and never draw blood--but the welts lasted for several days. "We've got a few minutes," Ryan said, "so why don't we get to know each other better. I guess I should introduce Kevin first, since he helped get us all this stuff. He met his match when he met my dad. Right, Kevin?" "Match and more," Kevin said with a smile. "But I wouldn't have it any other way, now." "Kevin is a special friend because he's ... uh ... done all the promotional stuff I needed to make this work." Hi, guys ... and gals," Kevin said amiably with a slight bow from the waist. "This is Jamie, my newest acquisition," Ryan said with a grin. "He's so cute, isn't he?" Jamie nodded shyly. "Hi," he said softly. "This is Jeremy and Juanita. They're lovers ... as if you couldn't tell," Ryan said. The two of them were standing with one arm around the other's waist. Moving on, Ryan waved the upturned palms of both hands and said, "Taylor and Tyler are sister and brother and their dad is Jason, the ringmaster." Jason waved, looking hot in the form-fitting outfit. Looking over at Jason, I said, "Jesus, Ryan, those are tighter than those damn pants you had me wear for Crossover Day." "Yeah, they do look good, don't they?" I didn't see a 'pantie line' so I figured Ryan had told Jason to arrive 'free-ballin' it. "What am I supposed to do?" Jason asked. "You'll stand outside and sell tickets. There's a price list in the jacket pocket but I've got a big sign in here to remind the guys what they can do with the number of tickets they buy." "Got it," Jason said pulling a plasticized card out of his pocket. "When the guy comes inside," Ryan said, "he'll give the tickets to Uncle Dickey." I knew everyone but I nodded acknowledgements anyway. "As you can see, they tear in half, lengthwise, so the guy keeps one part and Uncle Dickey keeps a part. He'll put THAT part of the ticket on the table and set out a canister of Poppycock popcorn. Then the customer gets to feel you up." "What!" I yelled. "This is the list Jason will be selling," Ryan continued, totally ignoring my shocked exclamation. Ryan turned a large sign around and leaned it against the table leg. It had a gray-colored background , a thin sheet of clear plastic over that, and had hand-printed wording on it. It read: COP A FEEL! 1 boy cock = 1 canister of PoppyCock popcorn 1 cock & balls = 2 canisters of PoppyCock popcorn 1 pussy = 3 canisters of PoppyCock popcorn 1 male chest = 1 canister of PoppyCock popcorn 2 female tits = 2 canisters of PoppyCock popcorn 1 butt (cheeks) = 2 canisters of PoppyCock popcorn 1 ass crack = 3 canisters of PoppyCock popcorn Absolutely NO penetration of any kind will be tolerated! "Choose a mask" Ryan instructed, "and grab the same color robe out of the box over there. Strip down so all you'll have on are the robe and the mask, but don't put the robes on yet. Oh, and put your clothes in this hamper. We want this place to look nice." Much to my surprise, everyone started getting undressed. While Ryan got undressed too, he said, "I can't thank you enough for all your help. You know I'll do the same for you if you ever need me to." "What am I supposed to wear?" "Your birthday suit. Get undressed, Uncle Dickey." "Yeah Spunky," Tyler said, "catch up." "Yeah, we've got less than an hour before we get started," Ryan said. "When we do, there's a big plastic circle on the ground that's the same color as your mask and robe. You'll stand on that. The parking lot asphalt can get pretty painful on bare feet." I saw Ryan carefully checking out the others as they got undressed. He wasn't looking at their equipment--he'd seen all that before. He apparently was observing their comfort level. "Will my purse be okay in the hamper?" Juanita asked, as she added her clothes on top of everyone else's. "Sure," Kevin said, "none of us will be leaving the tent dressed like this!" "I watched you guys when you were changing" Ryan said, "and some of you were ... uh ... acting kinda shy about being seen naked, so I guess we need to get comfortable with each other 'cuz as soon as we get started, more than just US will be lookin' at ya." "Me first," Tyler said. "Okay, twerp. Do a slow turn so everybody can get a good look at ya. Show 'em what you got." "Not much but it's gettin' bigger," Tyler said. "Well, when it's hard, anyway." Everyone looked as Tyler did a slow pirouette. "Shit!" Jamie said, "don't put yourself down, kid. It looks like you've grown since the last time I saw you. You're almost as big as me." Jamie cupped his dick and balls to present them for Tyler's inspection--and the crowd's. "I'm not shy," Kevin said, stepping up to stand in front of the group. "Me, either," Taylor said. Juanita said, "Jeremy, turn around. Let 'em get a good look-see. We're gonna have fun with this, remember?" "C'mon, guys," Ryan said. "Being naked is the easy part. You agreed to do this. So I guess we need some hands-on practice. Tyler, you want to feel up Juanita? Taylor, how about if you feel up Jeremy. I thought Juanita would be the one most reluctant to being naked and "felt up," as Ryan put it. But it was Jeremy sporting an agonized grimace when Taylor touched him. It was like she was applying acid to his skin. 'He must be embarrassed to have another girl touch him in front of his girlfriend,' I thought. "Uh, Uncle Dickey, will you feel up Jamie. No, you two have already met. How about ... Taylor, switch to Jamie. Uncle Dickey and Kevin, you start feeling up Jeremy. Sorry Jeremy, but most of these guys already know each other, so you and Juanita are the new meat." "What are you talking about?" Kevin asked. "I've never met Jamie, Taylor, Tyler, Jason, Jeremy OR Juanita." "Oh, yeah. Well, everybody start feeling everybody else. Get used to it 'cuz that's what these guys are really payin' for, not the fuckin' popcorn." I watched as Juanita eased into the excitement but when Kevin and I touched Jeremy, you'd have thought we were using a cattle prod on him. His stomach muscles were tight--not from physical activity but from fear. I thought, 'Maybe he just doesn't like guys touchin' him.' But then I kind of dismissed the idea thinking, 'He wouldn't have agreed to this, if that were the case.' We all started roaming around touching each other in all the places listed on the Cop-A-Feel board. I noticed Jeremy never once got a hard-on--unlike the rest of the guys. I was surprised when, a little later, Jeremy said, "Hey, Rascal, I haven't felt you up yet. Get your ass over here." I thought I could detect a false bravado in his voice. When Ryan stood in front of him, Jeremy reached out and gripped his cock. Since Ryan hadn't been as involved with the "hands on training," his cock was still somewhat flaccid. Jeremy began stroking Ryan's cock and with his left hand, cupped Ryan's butt cheek. "Nice ass muscles, dude. If you weren't such a pussy, you'd make a great quarterback." "I thought the pussy on the team was the center," Ryan said. "After all, he's the one who likes you to put your thumbs up his asscrack. But that's okay, I'd rather not play football, I'd rather keep all my bones intact." "Are you gonna feel me up or not?" Jeremy asked sharply. "Is it okay?" Ryan asked shyly. "It's part of the deal. It's not like you're ever gonna get this chance again." Ryan looked over at Juanita. She went to the hamper and pulled a folded sheet of paper out of her purse, handing it to Ryan. "I knew you'd want this." He opened the single fold to see, "Yes, you have my permission to touch Jeremy" written on it and it was signed by Juanita. Ryan began to run his hands over Jeremy sensuously. "This is the way some of the paying customers are gonna do it," Ryan said, defending his sensuous touch. He ran his hand up the crack of Jeremy's ass slowly. >From the way Jeremy flinched, I guessed Ryan had touched his middle finger to Jeremy's butt hole. "Whoa, dude. You just about lost a finger, there," Jeremy said. Ryan cupped Jeremy's balls and pulled them away from his groin. He ran his palms lovingly over Jeremy's abdomen and pecs. He tweaked his nipples. Then in a move I'd never seen Ryan do, he ran his fingertips over Jeremy's face like a blind person "looking" at someone's face. In a whisper, Ryan said, "You are so fuckin' beautiful, Jeremy. Inside, I mean. You know, for lettin' me do this, especially knowing how I feel about you." "Just so you know, only one other person has ever touched me like this," Jeremy said with a shudder, "until today, so I guess what I'm sayin' is ... although my feelings are different, I feel the same way about you." Hearing--barely hearing--that, I said, "You guys better put your robes on. People should be arriving any minute now." "IF my e-mails and faxes generated any interest," Kevin said, pulling his robe on. I'm pretty sure that everyone who was up north Memorial weekend will be here. Also, there are a lot of state cops in the town this weekend because of the statewide recruitment program kickoff--cops of a feather, so to speak. Some of them will be bringing their fathers or sons. A couple of 'em told me they will be bringing their brothers or uncles. Some CITY cops were told, too. I don't know how many more they were able to recruit. Oh, I let a couple of guys in a couple of the firehouses know, too." "That sounds pretty thorough," Ryan said. "So it's not likely any of them will report this kind of activity?" I asked. "Salacious activity," Ryan giggled. "No. Not likely. It's been kept hush-hush and referred to among the ranks as 'The Ordeal,'" Kevin said. "I'm an ordeal?" Ryan asked, insulted. "Yes," everyone said in unison. "The important thing to remember is," Kevin said, "they won't be able to identify you because of the masks. Jason will be passing out black masks to the customers, too. BUT, if you somehow recognize any of them, do not let them suspect that you know 'em." Ryan slipped his robe on last. "I hear a car pulling in," Jason said. "See you guys later." "If we have robes on, how does the customer choose?" Tyler asked. "That's how we generate more sales," Ryan said. "There will be the ones who will obviously go for the little boy or the little girl. But there are those who will be looking for the biggest dick or tits. If they don't find it on the first try, then maybe they'll buy some more tickets." "Are we allowed to get a hard-on?" Tyler asked. I looked around to see the guys had lost their hard-ons when we heard the car pull up so close to the tent. Fear can fell the mightiest of hard-ons--even Tyler's who likes to stay hard whenever he's naked because his flaccid cock is only an inch or so long. "Try and stop it!" Ryan said. "Once you've been felt up by the hundredth person, you'll no longer be too uncomfortable to get hard." "Will these guys think I'm a freak for not gettin' hard?" Jeremy asked. "You know this stuff doesn't turn me on." "Nah ... they'll think you're a eunuch," Ryan said. "Not with the beauties HE's got hangin' between his legs," Tyler said. "By the way ... it's just hands, right? They're not gonna put their mouths on us, right?" Jeremy asked. "Right." "If they want YOU to touch THEM, tell 'em they have to buy a ticket from Uncle Dickey. Uh ... what would you say? Guys touching guys one ticket, girls touchin' guys two tickets. No ... no ... the other way around 'cuz it's not as natural for guys to tough guys. Is that okay, girls?" "Sure," Juanita and Taylor said together. "Places everyone," Ryan said, clapping his hands twice like a stage director. "Oh yeah, if no one chooses to touch you, please don't take it personally. These guys are just a bunch of perverts." "Oh, that's always nice to know at the last minute," Jeremy said. "Uncle Dickey, I was just kiddin' ya, there's a black robe and mask for you. We don't want to give these guys a free show." I put on the cotton robe, noticing how the static caused it to cling to the shape of my cock. As I opened the cartons containing the canisters, I wondered, 'What criteria did Kevin use to "promote" this sale?' "What's to keep just anybody from donating?" Juanita asked. "I mean, we could get busted for indecency if the wrong people show up!" "That's why the event was only marketed to select individuals-- guys with similar interests as ours--and referred to as an 'ordeal' rather than a charity fund-raiser. Besides, Jason's been given a set of instructions in case some unsuspecting passer-by asks what's going on." "Yeah," Ryan beamed, "I tried to think of everything." "Every thing but telling me about all this," I said, pouting like an errant schoolboy. The first customer walked in adjusting his black half-mask into a more comfortable position. He had about ten tickets draped over his open palm. Counting out three tickets, he handed them to me. "Which color," I asked. "Red." Ryan loosened the belt on his red silk robe and let it fall open. "If you want to see his butt, he'll remove the robe," I said, "otherwise, it's a little cool in here for them." "He's fine," the customer said as he approached Ryan like he was a delicate orchid. Gently, he cupped Ryan's cock and balls. "Magnificent, my boy. Absolutely magnificent." He gently rubbed Ryan's chest with his other hand. "Such a beauty. Can you get a stiff one for me?" "It costs extra 'cuz it hurts so much to get it hard and not take care of it, sir," Ryan said in his best little-boy voice. "That's okay. It's early and I don't want you to be in any discomfort for the rest of the day. That would just be cruel." He walked back to me and counted off three more tickets. "Orange." Tyler seductively loosened his belt. Then he pulled the flaps of his orange cotton robe open and held them out of the way by placing his fists on either hip as he widened his stance. Except for the robe, he looked like a Power Ranger ready for action. The customer assessed Tyler's height compared to Ryan's smaller stature and then Tyler's smaller cock size as he said almost reverently, "Now this is more like it. Oh, my, yes. Perfect. You have a perfect size, young man. You should be very proud." Apparently the man liked smaller penises. Tyler must have heard the same tone of voice I heard--that of a minister or a priest--because he said, "Pride is a sin, sir but, like you, I appreciate what the Good Lord has chosen to give me." "As well you should, my son," the man responded, apparently not realizing he was giving himself away by not guarding against the way he said things. 'Probably a precinct chaplain,' I thought. 'Or maybe he works at the state prison. I didn't have much contact with the prison chaplain when I was there so I wouldn't recognize him, anyway.' Tyler, being so new to all this, sprung wood as soon as the man touched his balls. "That's my fault, Spunky. Sorry. Don't charge him for it." "No, no, that's all right. It's worth it. To see such a natural reaction ... to see such a wondrous transfiguration ..." "Well," Tyler said in a sincere tone, "you DO have the touch of an angel." The man ran both hands behind Tyler's robe to cup his butt. Once he released the globes, Tyler turned, draping the hem of the robe over his left forearm like a Roman Caesar so the customer could see his perky buns. After taking time to admire Tyler's ass, which was beginning to get some definition now that he'd been working out with Ryan, the man came back to hand me his remaining four tickets. "You have three tickets left because I have to charge you ..." "No, that's okay. I've seen enough," he said in almost a reverent whisper. "Let me put those in a bag for you," I said as I started collecting the canisters I had set out on the table for him. "Could you donate them to a charity or maybe the children's ward at the hospital?" "Gladly," I said, "and thank you." "No, thank you and whoever is responsible for organizing this," he said. "It was the brainchild of the one in red," I said. "The boy!" he said before he made a discrete but hasty retreat out the tent flap entrance. Once he left, I said, "I don't think we should use names. Only refer to each other by the designated color of the person's robe, okay?" "I'm sorry," Tyler said. "I didn't know. "We didn't discuss it, so there was no way you could have known. It's okay. No one knows your pet name for me. Everyone, close up your robes." Another masked customer arrived, with about twenty tickets in his hand. He chose Ryan and Taylor first, then Tyler and Juanita. Again, he was appreciative of what they were going through, for the sake of 'charity,' so to speak. Before he got finished another customer arrived. For the next hour, I was kept busy sorting and counting canisters of popcorn and trying to make sure the customers got only what they paid for. I had to enlist the help of the kids, so I'd call out the color and the number of tickets. I left it up to the kids to keep each customer honest. Juanita became the seductress that Jeremy lovingly accused her of being. Taylor played the shy, demure innocent--a stretch of acting for her--and Tyler continued the little boy role. Ryan chose to be Ryan, fun-loving at times and serious at others, which seemed to work well and invigorate the customers. For the most part, there was an atmosphere of 'party time' mixed with the fear of getting caught. To my astonishment, Jeremy remained steadfast in his resolve to be a part of this and allowed anyone to do whatever they paid for. However, it was obvious he didn't derive as much enjoyment out of it as the others. Occasionally, as expected, Kevin and I would be groped--something I appreciated as time went by and my senses were bombarded with the sexual tension in the tent. As expected, too, a couple of females arrived. One stuck strictly to Taylor and Juanita--the only two females. The other woman chose Jeremy, Kevin and me--the three older males. We were into the second--and therefore last--hour of the Poppycock popcorn sale, when one of the customers asked, "Can I pose them?" After we clarified what it was that he wanted to do and, more importantly, what he was NOT ALLOWED to do, we proceeded. He posed Ryan, the smaller of the boys, on his knees in front of Jeremy so Ryan was looking up into Jeremy's face. Then he had Ryan stick out his tongue like he was going to lick Jeremy's cock. It was a beautiful tableau made even more beautiful for me because I knew how much they both cared for each other--in different ways. Then, for a few tickets more, he had Tyler kneel between Taylor and Juanita, looking up at them like he didn't know which pussy to lick first. Tyler was a first-rate actor. A couple of other patrons suggested their favorite tableaus, too, before the sale came to an end. After checking with Jason, outside the tent, Kevin said, "That should be it. I've got to run to the men's room. I'll be right back. Anyone else need to use the facilities?" "I'm okay," was the consensus. During the break, I thought about how well the sale had gone. For the most part, the customers chose Ryan and Tyler with their first two or three tickets. Then it was a toss-up again, between Taylor and Juanita for their second round of tickets. I thought, 'These guys are just trying to fool us into thinking they're bisexual.' Oddly enough, Jeremy wasn't chosen anymore often than Kevin or me. "Why did we go to all the trouble of tickets and stuff? Jason could have just given 'em a receipt for cash," Tyler said. "That's what we needed to avoid. What we're doing could be construed as prostitution if we had money lying around in here. It's kinda like poker players using chips, which count as 'points' rather than 'dollars.' "Well," Tyler said, "if that's the case, that poster telling what we're selling is more incriminating than poker chips." "But," Ryan said, as he walked over to the poster and peeled back a corner of the plastic. "The words disappear when I lift this up. It's like a magic erase board--only bigger." "Oh! An Etch-A-Sketch," Tyler said. "Neat!" A moment later another customer came through the tent flap. From the looks of him, he was a sleazy unkempt vagabond who had been on a three-day drunken bender. "Choose your color," I said after he handed me three tickets. With breath that smelled like he hadn't brushed his teeth in a month, he said, "I'll start with Miss Lavender." Juanita opened her robe. "You got some nice looking cherry pie there, missy," he said, running a finger the length of her pussy lips. I took a step toward them but Jeremy waved me off with a nod of his head. Then, as he mauled her tits he said, "Hmmm, nice warm milk and a bite of cherry pie sure would taste good right now." Juanita turned her head away from his foul smelling breath. It must have been too much for Jeremy because he said, "If I had ten tickets, I'd kick you in the balls so you'd have some crushed nuts to go with it." Sleazy strode over to Jeremy cockily. He tore off three tickets and tossed them on the ground. When Jeremy opened his robe, Sleazy grabbed Jeremy's cock and balls in one hand and pinched his right nipple with the other. He sneered, "You the pussy patrol, boy? What I got here in my hand tells me YOU'RE the pussy. Shit, if this was all I had to offer my girl, I'd expect her to go lezzy on me." Jeremy clenched his fists and tightened his jaw but didn't say anything. Again, he cast a look at me to not interfere. I couldn't tell if Sleazy had him in a painful grip or not. Then Sleazy let go like he was throwing away some trash and walked back over to Juanita. "You ever do lezzy, missy?" Juanita didn't say anything. Throwing five more tickets on the ground, Sleazy slithered over to Taylor who dutifully opened her orange cotton robe. After running his finger along the length of her pussy, he brought it to his nose, taking a deep whiff. "Ummm, virgin. You a clit licker, honey, or are you a prick tease? You here 'cuz you get your jollies from watching men get horny and them not being able to do anything about it?" Taylor wisely didn't say anything, either. Sleazy cupped one of Taylor's mounds. "Tiny little breasts. >From the back, you'd look just like a boy. Nice tight asshole, too, I'll bet. Yeah, you'd make a fine fuck. I'll be lookin' for you around town." Five more tickets dropped to the ground and Sleazy was standing in front of Tyler. Defiantly, Tyler dropped his robe to the ground and turned slowly but kept a wary eye on Sleazy by looking over his shoulder as he twisted around. "Bet this would be the best boy butt you ever fucked, mister." "I bet it would be," Sleazy said, running his finger along Tyler's ass trench. After Tyler had finished turning, he grabbed the man's hand and sniffed the finger he'd used. "Oh, yeah," Tyler said, "nothing like down-home cookin' to please a man. You got two more tickets to use on me. Scared to touch me? 'Fraid I'll break? The only thing that'll break is your filthy face if you so much as come near my sister again." I had no idea where Tyler dredged up the vile tone in his voice but it dripped with so much venom it made ME cringe. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," I said. "We'll refund your money for whatever tickets you have left." "Rover! Sit!" Kevin shouted. Sleazy fell to his knees like his legs had suddenly changed to Silly Putty. I heard a loud 'crack' but couldn't tell if it was a creaking of his joints or if he fractured a kneecap from the fall. He sat with his rump on his heels with his hands clasped behind his back and his head bowed. I had been so engrossed in what was going on, trying to decide if I should intercede or not, that I didn't see Kevin return from the bathroom. I had no idea how long he'd been standing there. Kevin strode over slowly and looked down at the back of the man's head for over a minute--a minute of complete silence. At a measured cadence, Kevin said, "I thought I told you not to come here today." "Master ... I ..." "You have no excuse. It was a direct order and you disobeyed me." "Yes, sir," Sleazy/Rover said with finality. "It's almost like you WANT to get in trouble, isn't it?" Kevin said with mock thoughtfulness. "It's like you LIKE to be humiliated and punished." "Please, sir. Not in front of the little ones." "You don't have the right to ask me for anything. Obviously, you said or did something to provoke this otherwise sweet-tempered young man." "And Jeremy, too," Tyler said. Then, looking at me, Tyler flinched at using Jeremy's name. Shaking his head disgustedly, Kevin said, "This was supposed to be a fun time for these kids. It was a fundraiser for school. I went to a lot of trouble to put this together for them and you had to come along and ruin it." "Who is this guy?" I asked. "That doesn't matter," Kevin said dismissively. From his tone--one I knew well from my prison past, I knew better than to pursue it. "Dick, would you ask Jason to come in for a moment?" Holding the halves of my robe closed, in case a gust of wind came up, I stuck my head out the tent flap and told Jason that Kevin wanted to see him. We had been inside the tent so long the daylight just about gave me a headache. When I looked back inside, all I could see were halos around everything. "What's up?" Jason asked looking at Rover's submissive position inquiringly. Walking over to Jason, Kevin whispered, "There's a salesman in Corbett's named Brad. Would you go get him?" "Sure," Jason smiled, not revealing--for some reason--that he knew Brad from our jockstrap-buying expedition. Turning to the kids, Kevin said, "Rover is in need of a stern reminder not to disobey me. I'd suggest those of you with weak stomachs ... or weak hearts, better get dressed and leave. The sale is over, anyway." "What are you gonna do?" Ryan asked. "It'll be worse than what I did up at the lake." "I'm stayin' 'til the end!" Ryan whooped. "Me, too," Tyler said. "We'll ask your dad about that when he gets back," I said. "Can we punish him, too?" Ryan asked plaintively. "He was talkin' trash to Juanita and Taylor." 'So much for not using names,' I thought. "Who was?" Jason asked, leading the way for Brad. "His name's Rover," Ryan said. "Yeah," Jeremy said. "I'd like a swing or two at him." Turning to Juanita, he said, "Why don't you go sit in the car. I'll be out in a few minutes." "Bull shit! I wanna see this sleaze ball get what's coming to him." Taking Jason aside, I said, "Tyler wants to stay and watch. I'm guessing it's gonna get ugly. I haven't seen Kevin this mad ... EVER!" Jason drew Tyler and Taylor off to the side of the tent to talk to them. I tried to corral Ryan, Jeremy and Juanita to tell them what I'd told Jason but Jeremy excused himself to go talk to his brother. I watched as the estranged brothers first attempted a stand off, then made an attempt at reconciliation. I saw agonized looks on both their faces followed by a tearful hug. A few minutes later, we were all just standing around wondering who was going to stay or not. Since no one was getting dressed, I guessed we were all going to witness Rover's punishment. "You said you'd like a few swings at him," Kevin said to Jeremy. "You really mean it?" "After what he said to Juanita, you're damn right I do." "Rover, stand!" Like a Jack-in-the-Box clown, Rover was on his feet. "Strip!" Rover shed his clothes so fast, you would have thought they were on fire. "Don't forget I want a shot at him, too," Tyler said. "He threatened my sister." Kevin bent down slightly to talk with Tyler. Kevin's robe flapped open to reveal he already had a hard-on. I knew from experience, Kevin could get hard just thinking about torture. The only part of the conversation I overheard was when Kevin asked, "You sure?" "Like iron to a magnet," Tyler said unquestionably. Then Kevin said, "Spread 'em, Rover." Rover widened his stance, his cock dangled but his balls, though big, were tight against his body, probably from the coolness of the tent. "Assume the position," Kevin ordered. Rover entwined his fingers behind his neck. I could see through the eye holes of the mask he was wearing that his eyes were closed. I knew Kevin enforced that rule. During early training, the victim was blindfolded so they never knew when the strike was going to come or to what part of their body. Eventfully, the blindfold was removed and the victims were taught to discipline themselves to keep their eyes closed. For that reason, I knew Kevin had been working with this guy for quite some time. With a nod from Kevin, Tyler stepped in front of Rover and planted an upper cut to Rover's balls, as beautifully executed as a Golden Gloves boxer. "Aaawwwhhh!" Rover screamed as his knees began to buckle and his elbows swung forward like he was trying to protect himself in some way. Just as quickly, he straightened up. Kevin stepped a couple of paces over to Jeremy for a quiet discussion. Jeremy nodded eagerly. Then Kevin said something else, using his hands a little for demonstration purposes. Jeremy again nodded like he was sure he knew what Kevin was talking about. Jeremy walked away from Rover, then took a hop and skip before planting his foot in Rover's groin like the best punt kicker on the football squad. All color drained from Rover's face, his eyes flew open as he dropped to his knees. He fell face first onto the blacktop of the parking lot but he never unlaced his fingers from behind his head. "Did I tell you to fall?" Kevin shouted. "No, sir," Rover said, rolling onto his side and using just his elbow to lever himself up on his knees until he could stand. Again, he never unlaced his fingers as he assumed the position--legs spread wide, eyes closed. Kevin sauntered over and took the ringmaster's whip off the table where Jason had laid it when he came in. I knew that Kevin saved the whip for the most undesirable scum of the Earth. "I'm gonna show you how this thing works," Kevin said. "Then, any of you who want to, can take a turn." Without warning, Kevin snapped the whip. He didn't aim at Rover. He just wanted everyone to hear the 'crack' of the whip. Rover, who still had his eyes closed, flinched and a second or two later, I saw a dribble of piss seep out his piss slit, creating a dark wet spot on the pavement. Somehow, he was able to stop the flow-- something I had never learned to do. Everyone else was wide-eyed from the sudden lightning-like crackle. "Dick, Jason, go lace up the entrance, okay?" As we went to work, I whispered, "Just having to wait for the whipping while we tie this up is torture for Rover." "I bet! I know I'd be shittin' building blocks by now." "You sure you want Taylor to see this?" "No I don't but she says she wants to stay. I can't choose just the fun things for her to experience if I want her to broaden her education. Look at Tyler. His dick is harder than I've ever seen it." I opened my robe to show Jason MY erection hoping he'd understand that Tyler wasn't a freak. "I just hope the girls won't be traumatized by this, either." "All set," Jason said. Pointing away from where the backlash of the whip would be, Kevin said, "Everyone stand over there." Always observant, Ryan loosened his robe so Tyler and I wouldn't be the only ones revealing ourselves. "Five lashes each. But I want you to learn from each swing; was it too light, too heavy?" "Too heavy?" Tyler asked in disbelief. "If your swing is too heavy-handed, it doesn't hurt as much as if you use a lighter touch. The impact of the whip dulls the immediate pain, so you want to swing it just hard enough to sting but not draw blood." "What if we do?" Taylor asked. "Since you're just learning, it's okay but if you decide you like the whip, I'll consider giving you additional training later--but I don't want your next victim to bleed. This one can bleed to DEATH for all I care." The whip whistled, licking Rover's ass before any of us knew he'd been hit. "Fuck that's quick!" Ryan said. "I didn't even see it." "Everyone, step around behind Rover and take a look." The welt rose before our eyes like a stop-action time-delay video of a flower opening. "Okay, everyone, back out of the way," Kevin said. I noticed no one was bothering to hold their bathrobes closed. Jason was boning up in those tight, white stretch pants and Brad's trousers were tenting, too. "Now, here's another one," Kevin said. I saw Rover's eyes were still closed. One 'flick,' and an "Aiiieee!" through gritted teeth and we watched a welt rise on Rover's ballsack. "Awesome!" Tyler shouted just before a tiny drop of blood appeared. I knew from personal experience, it would stop bleeding quickly --unless the guy was a bleeder. "Before any of you aim for the genitals, you have to experience the pain yourself, so don't think you can attempt that tonight. One wrong move and the guy will be peeing through pussy lips." Ryan and Tyler squeezed their thighs together as they cringed at the thought of a sudden and total castration and penisectomy. Kevin pointed to the tip of his own dick and every eye went to Rover's crotch. We watched as the tip of the whip caused the tip of Rover's cock to lift into the air. There was a moment of silence before Rover squealed like a stuck pig--again. Jason pointed to each of his nipples in quick succession. Just as quickly, he snapped Rover's right nipple and before Rover could make a sound, Jason brought the whip back to snap Rover's left nipple. Again, the screech of a banshee would have been more melodious. "Who wants to go first? Remember, you can only aim at his back, butt or thighs." "Me!" Tyler said. "Who all wants to reprimand him?" Kevin asked. Everyone but Brad, Jason and I raised their hands. After a quick nod from me, Jason hesitantly raised his. I wanted Jason to let his kids know that their decision was a respectable decision even if it wasn't a socially acceptable one." "Are you the youngest?" Kevin asked. "Uh huh," Tyler said in that voice that implied he was resigned to going last because the youngest one never got to go first. "Good! We go youngest to oldest ... but you ladies can cheat a little if you want." Juanita smiled at Kevin's age concession. "Hold it like this," Kevin said, handing the whip to Tyler. "I'll point to where I want you to hit, okay?" "K," Tyler said eagerly. Kevin put his index finger to his lips, to silence everyone, sneaked over to the popcorn table and pointed to one of the canisters. Tyler looked at me pleadingly and I gave him the silent okay sign with my fingers as I winked and nodded my head toward Rover. Tyler smiled begrudgingly but slung the tip of the whip in the direction of the popcorn canister. The whip didn't crack like it did when Kevin used it but the sound of the whip hitting the metal canister resonated, nonetheless. I pointed to Rover and Tyler looked just in time to see Rover flinch. As the can fell off the table, the lid flipped open and popcorn spilled across the parking lot blacktop. Some brushed against Rover's bare foot and he jumped. Tyler giggled as he saw Rover trying to assess from what part of his body the sting was going to emanate. Kevin gave Tyler a nod and pointed to Rover. One quick flick later and Rover lifted onto his toes as the whip struck his ass. Kevin nodded, Tyler swung again and Rover flinched as the whipping continued. "Ease up," Kevin said. "Did you see ... that one didn't hurt as much." "Yeah," Tyler said in earnest concentration. His next three swings landed nicely, and only brought a trickle of blood once. Ryan went next, and having the vicarious experience of Tyler to draw on, he landed five sweet swats. Each one elicited a controlled yelp from Rover. Taylor got his back twice, his thighs twice and his buttocks once. Juanita was positioned on Rover's other side because when Kevin handed her the whip he discovered she was left-handed. Her left-handed lashing surprised Rover and he almost toppled over because his muscles were bracing for the blow to come from the side he was bracing into. Jeremy took up the whip and stood there hesitantly for a long moment. "You don't have to do this," Kevin said. "No one will think any the less of you." "It's just ... does Brad have to be here while I do it?" "Why would you want him to leave?" Kevin asked. "Our dad used to use the belt on him." "You're Brad's brother!" Kevin shouted. "You're THAT Jeremy?" Kevin looked back and forth between the two brothers but there was no family resemblance. Kevin's face was an angry red. "Don't worry about me," Brad said. "Just ... don't do it if you don't want to. You can be the one to break the cycle. You don't have to be the kind of fuckwad that Dad was." "I don't want to be, either," Jeremy said. Turning to Juanita, he said, "Dad beat the shit out of Mom all the time. Then, when Brad got old enough to try and defend her, he started beating Brad, too." "Of course, I didn't know any better," Brad said, "so I was always bullying Jeremy, beatin' up on him for no reason at all, treatin' him like shit--just like Dad treated Mom and me." "Finally, Social Services put us in a foster home," Jeremy said. "Separate foster homes," Brad said. "We haven't been close since." "There's a restraining order out on Dad," Jeremy said. "He's not supposed to be within a hundred yards of us." Kevin asked calmly, "When was the last time you saw your Dad?" "I was six," Jeremy said. "I was about eleven," Brad said. Kevin went to stand next to Rover. After pulling Rover's mask off, Kevin got close to his face with HIS face and said, "I told you not to come within a hundred yards of this place." The shocked look on the brothers' faces took a moment to register but they appeared suddenly, nonetheless, and almost simultaneously. "Dad?" Brad asked. "Is that ...?" Jeremy asked. Before anyone could say or do anything, Brad lunged at his father. He pushed Kevin aside, like the linebacker that he was in high school, and threw a fist into the pit of Rover's stomach with such force it almost had an echo. I saw Rover gulping back the vomit trying to creep up his throat. Another punch landed on Rover's jaw before Jeremy shouted, "Stop it! He's not worth it, Brad. Don't go to jail because of him." "He won't," Kevin said. "Your dad's in no position to press charges." "Brad, please," Jeremy pleaded, "don't. Do it for me. I HATE watching this shit!" "He deserves it, Jeremy ... for all the things he did to you. You probably don't remember it but he used to ..." "I KNOW he did. And I hated it. His slimy hands all over me ... touching me where he wasn't supposed to ..." "Whaddya mean?" Brad asked like this was new information. Jeremy looked over at Juanita, then at Ryan. He held out his arm for Juanita to come closer and waved Ryan over, too. With an arm around Juanita's waist and the other over Ryan's shoulder, he said, "Ryan's taught me ... that ... sometimes it's okay to be touched ... down there--if the right emotions are there. But when Dad did it, it was wrong. He did it for all the wrong reasons. He just wanted to get his own private pleasure from it. He was supposed to protect me. Not ... shit! I can't even let Juanita touch me because of what Dad did. The way Ryan did it tonight, proved to me for the first time that touching could be done with love and respect." Jeremy leaned over to kiss Juanita. "I think I'll finally be able to let it go." Juanita smiled. Ryan hugged Jeremy, wrapping his arm around his waist. Leaning down, Jeremy kissed Ryan's forehead. Ryan pointed to his lips and, with a smile, Jeremy gave him a quick peck on the lips. "That was a granny kiss, but it's good enough for now," Ryan said appreciatively. "Rover's punishment isn't over yet, so if any of you want to leave--everyone but you, Dick--you better leave now." Releasing Jeremy's waist and pointing his thumb at me, Ryan said, "I'm with him." "And I'm with him," Tyler said, pointing his thumb at Ryan. The rest of them, using their thumbs to indicate they were with one of the rest of the group, decided to stay. "You might not like it," Kevin said, giving everyone one more chance to leave. "Dick, make it as rough as you've ever done it." I stepped up behind Rover and shoved all eleven-plus inches in without warning. It took a second or two for me to find the hole and during that moment, Rover instinctively tightened up, making the invasion all the more painful for him. "I want his mouth," Ryan said. "I gotta pee," Tyler said. "Hey guys," Jeremy said, "He's an asshole but he's still my dad. He doesn't deserve to be ..." "Why the fuck not!" Brad challenged loudly. "After all the times he fucked me up the ass! He deserves to have his fuckin' dick ripped off and shoved down his fuckin' throat till he fuckin' chokes to death on it!" "He what?" Jeremy shouted. "Dude," Brad said, "all those times I slept on the couch, it was because I was bleeding." "I thought it was because you were so mad at me you were afraid you'd kill me," Jeremy said. "I thought you HATED me!" "No, those were the times I was able to control my anger. Those were the times I loved you so much I'd rather recover alone ... in my own agony, rather than hurt you. I know it wasn't nearly often enough but I really did love ya. It was just the stuff Dad did to me that he wasn't doin' to you because you were the baby ... or at least I didn't think he was. It was that shit that pissed me off and then I'd beat up on you." "You sorry piece of shit for a human being," Jeremy scowled at his dad. "You're not even worthy to breathe the same air we do. What you did to Mom was bad enough ... but she was an adult. It was her own fuckin' fault that she didn't leave your sorry ass earlier. But what you did to Brad and me ... that's fuckin' unforgivable! You turned your own sons against each other because you weren't man enough to control your own sick emotions." "I gotta pee," Tyler said doing the hop-stepping gotta-pee dance. "You know where the dressing room is?" Brad asked. "Yeah." "The bathroom's two doors down." "Rover, take it," Kevin said. "Honest?" Brad said, looking at Kevin in disbelief. "You're gonna let the kid ..." "Go ahead, Tyler," Kevin said. Tyler stuck his dick in Rover's mouth and let loose--just like he had done to Brad a couple of months earlier in Corbett's dressing room. Kevin said, "Today, Brad--and only today--you can do whatever you want. Whatever you and your brother agree to. After the sale ends, you'll be back in training." "Training?" Jeremy asked, looking quizzically at his brother. "Kevin has been ... helping me resolve some anger issues. Over the last ten years, I've had a real problem with ... uh, authority figures." "Like Dad?" "Or the principal, cops, the captain of the football team." "Oh my god! It was that bad?" "Like I hope you'll never know!" Brad said, gripping his brother around his shoulder and pulling him into a hug. Brad started crying. "Dude, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, sorry I treated you like I did. There's not a night goes by that I don't hate myself for it." I was glad Brad was distracting Jeremy because Tyler was filling Rover's mouth full with piss. "That's what we're workin' on," Kevin said. "Once Brad redirects his anger, we can move on, but for now, humiliation and degradation are the passwords to recovery." "I've come a long way. A hellava lot further than with those Social Services' shrinks. Kevin's teaching me ... " "Training him," Kevin interrupted. "He's been taught by Rover to be a bully. What I'm doing is training him how to recognize what is unacceptable behavior and then forcing him to endure that same unacceptable behavior until he can identify with it and understand the difference." "To the point of exaggeration," Brad said. "Exaggeration?" "Like ... uh ... well, a prime example was me butt fuckin' one of the football players." "Kevin's nephew, right?" Ryan said, remembering what I had said the day we bought the jockstraps--and fucked Brad. "Right," Brad said. "What I didn't realize was, that when Kevin found out, my life--as I knew it--ended. Kevin came at me with all guns blazing and I didn't even know why. I fucked his nephew ONCE ..." "Raped him." "He'd been fucked before ..." Brad said defensively. "When it's against one's will, it's rape," Kevin said sternly, like he'd said it repeatedly to Brad before. "So" Brad continued, "I got raped anytime a friend of Kevin's got a hard-on and as often as six times a day." "To begin with, but not every day," Kevin said in his own defense. "Kevin had the doctor's report and a sample of my jizz that they found in his nephew's ass that he could use as evidence against me, so I had to do whatever he wanted. Since Dad had butt-fucked me any number of times, that was nothing new, but Kevin was able to take it to an even lower and more rivaling level--until I finally understood the difference." "But it was shortly after that, that I discovered your dad was worse than you," Kevin said. "That's when I decided to help you, rather than just abuse you, like you did my nephew." "Speaking of which, how did you and Dad get ... uh ... meet?" Brad asked. "When I heard about my nephew," Kevin explained to the rest of us, "my first thought regarding Brad was to exact revenge. Then I found out about--ALL about--his past with his dad and that pissed me off. That's when I went after your father. I found him and decided to break him." "Can I fuck him when Spunky gets done?" Tyler asked. "Sure kid," Kevin said. "All of you can. He's nothing more than a portable cum dump." Jeremy looked at Ryan who was now fucking his father's face. Kevin distracted him by saying, "You see, I eventually realized BRAD was the victim and HE was the one who needed help--that WITH my help, he could change. Your dad on the other hand--as far as I can tell--is beyond redemption. I've tried everything I can think of but he's ..." "I think what Kevin is saying is," I said, "some people can change because bad things were forced upon them--like Brad--while other people are innately evil, like your dad." "I've tried to crack that nut for over two years, but he just won't give it up. He won't indicate to me one way or the other why he does what he does ... or even why he's willing to endure so much pain-- torture, really--as punishment for what he does, like coming here today! That was just plain ignorance!" Kevin groaned in exasperation. "Well," Jeremy said, "I've got to admit, it would be interesting to know but I can't stick around and watch this kind of stuff." "Uh ... Jeremy," Brad said, "maybe ... uh," then Brad looked briefly at Kevin before he continued, "we could ... you could call me. We could ..." "Can I call you here?" Jeremy asked, with a nod toward the direction of Corbett's. "Yeah, sure!" Then contritely he turned to Kevin and asked, "Would that be okay, sir? I really miss him. I'd like to catch up on all the things he's been doing. The things we weren't able to do together because of that fuckhead over there." Brad set his jaw, expecting to be told 'no' and not wanting to blurt out an inappropriate reply. "I think that's a fine idea, but not alone ... at least not for a while, yet." "Yeah ... yeah ... I understand," Brad said eagerly. "You know we won't be doin' anything ..." and Jeremy looked around the tent, "like this. I'm not gay. I'm not gonna ..." Jeremy's expression was beginning to show panic. "Yeah. Not that. Just talk. I promise," Brad said. With a shudder, Jeremy said urgently, "Juanita, I need to get out of here." "I'll get our clothes." "I gotta go now. We've got the robes. Let's just go." He was pleading with his eyes as much as his voice. With a look of concern she said, "Okay, no problem." She dug in the hamper, grabbed her purse and flipped the strap over her shoulder. "I've got the keys right here." "Let's just go," Jeremy pleaded. Seeing how upset Jeremy was, Ryan said, "Hey, dude! Anything I can do? Want me to come along?" "Juanita, c'mon, please," Jeremy begged. "I'm with you, babe," Juanita said like a mom talking to a hurt child. Jeremy lifted the bottom of the tent closest to where their car was parked so Juanita could crawl under. Apparently he didn't want to take the time to untie the entry flap. Jeremy started to follow her but hesitated long enough to look back at the crowd and say, "Sorry." Then seeing Ryan standing there with a look of agony on his face he said, "I can't stay, dude. I just can't. It'll ruin everything ..." His voice cracked with emotion and sounded panicky. Ryan, with tears running down his cheeks cried, "Jeremy, honest, I didn't know. I didn't mean to hurt you. I wouldn't hurt you for the world." His tone tore at my heart until I was sure I was bleeding internally. "C'mon, little dude, we've gotta talk," Jeremy said with a single wave of his hand toward the 'escape hatch.' Ryan closed and belted his robe and followed behind Juanita with Jeremy right behind him. "What the fuck did you do to my brother?" Brad yelled at Kevin. "He's gonna be fine. Lucky for you ... and your dad ... he's found Rascal," Kevin said comfortingly. "Uh ... I think RYAN found HIM," I said. "When we came here looking for jockstraps, Brad told Ryan to look Jeremy up at school." "But Jeremy's the one who allowed Ryan into his life," Kevin said. "He didn't HAVE to ... but he did. And whether you told him about Jeremy or not, somehow, I think Jeremy was destined to meet Ryan --one way or another. Not everything that happens to Ryan is by his own design ... or even mine." "Or his dad's," I added, thinking about the gangbang at the lake his father had orchestrated. "Just like I think it was meant for Rover to disobey my orders so Jeremy was forced to face his demons," Kevin added. "What demons?" Tyler asked with a hint of fear in his voice. "All the stuff about his dad ... and Brad, that he clings to, that he refuses to shake off." "That he probably won't even ADMIT he's carrying around," I said. "The stuff you're trying to ... help me discover in myself and learn to control before I act on it?" Brad asked. "Yep," Kevin said. "Then why aren't we torturing Jeremy, too?" Tyler asked, confused. "His ghosts are different. He controls his violent emotions but he can't release his ... normal ... emotions, the ones that involve love--the physical AND the caring kind." "He hasn't been able to allow Juanita to touch him--in his private place," Taylor explained to Tyler, "until today." "Or his not-so-private places--his nipples, his butt cheeks," I added. "... because of what his dad did to him and he can't get over how much he hated it," Taylor clarified, somehow understanding Jeremy's anguish. "Oh, man," Tyler said, "I can't imagine how I'd get through the day without somebody touchin' my dick." "Even if it has to be me," Taylor said with a satisfied smile. "They're gonna be coming shortly to wrap up this tent," Kevin said. "We're gonna have to move this disciplinary action inside. Brad, show these guys where the loading dock is." "Yes sir," Brad said more from habit than to impress Kevin with his submissiveness. "Dick, and ... uh ... Jason," Kevin said, "can you two get what's left of the popcorn and lock it in my van? I'll take the hamper and meet you inside so we can continue to chastise Rover." I thought, as we began loading the popcorn and the table in the van, 'Rover's in for one hellava punishment for this fuck-up. As well as I can tolerate pain, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end this time!' To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. I closed down my website. I couldn't justify throwing good money after bad. Maybe some of you readers know of websites that buy stories. If so, let me know. I really like writing this story and I hope you guys will continue to enjoy reading it. I only got two emails since my last posting, letting me know they missed seeing the story in the Nifty listings, so I don't know if anyone is still interested in Rascal or not. Thanks. Keep in touch with me at zestful@myexcel.com