Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 11:24:54 -0400
From: Pete D <med_res@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Collaborators' Comeuppance

After five years of war, the occupation forces were finally repelled from
our country. Today was the day of reckoning for the collaborators who
profited in someway from that occupation and everyone knew who they were.

My father was the chief of police and probably the toughest man in town and
my two older brothers also were proud policemen. I was still in high
school. I never approved of my father's and brothers' brutal tactics but it
kept the peace in town for the last five years. Today that peace ended.

I was awoken to banging on doors. The local forces were in town and they
were going from house to house rounding up men and boys thought to be
collaborators. People were on the streets. There was screaming and
shouting.

I ran down to the living room and was horrified by what I saw. Strange men
with pistols were shouting at my family. My mother and sister were cowering
in the corner crying. My father was standing in the middle of the room
stark naked! He was standing at attention like a soldier with his hairy
chest out and a stoic expression on his face. The only indication that he
might be feeling any shame from being naked in front of his family, was
that his hands were covering his genitals. My older brother Vlad was
undressing revealing his hairy body. He had a trickle of blood under his
nose suggesting that he might have resisted, earning a strike to the face.

My other brother was also naked facing the wall leaning on it with
outstretched hands. His legs were wide apart and I could see the back of
his hairy scrotum hanging obscenely.

As I stood there staring, the three men of my family were ordered to line
up. One behind the other.

It was so strange to see them in the middle of our living room naked. I
always admired my brother's bodies and hoped that I would develop to look
like them. Both of them stocky and well built with hairy chests. My father
was also well built but taller. I was always more on the lanky side but
maybe that was just due to my youth. I also noticed that my brothers had
quite a lot of hair on their behinds and nether regions like my father.
They were also all well hung. Its strange that I would be thinking of such
things at that moment but I guess it was the out of place nudity which was
the most shocking.

The three of them were pushed to stand close together at the front door and
one of the gunmen turned his attention to me. He demanded to know who I
was. My father told them that I was his youngest son, "just a kid" and in
no way involved with the police.

The gunman shouted at me "Strip!"

"No way!" I shouted back. I was quite shy about my body and my mother and
sister were in the room. They hadn't seen me naked since I started having
pubic hair.

"Now!" he said raising his gun. My father told me to do as he said. I
started to unbutton my pyjama top slowly. "Faster!" another gunman shouted
and he lunged towards me. He pulled my shirt ripping it. My mother screamed
at him to stop but he ripped it right off me. He then grabbed my pyjama
bottoms and pushed me backwards so that I fell on my back. He pulled my
bottoms off and my pecker was dancing about as I struggled. I couldn't
believe it, a few minuted ago I was sleeping in my comfortable bed and now
I was lying on my back in my living room with my legs in the air getting
stripped naked like I was a baby getting a diaper change. Even worse, my
whole family was watching! I reached down to cover myself. I put my hands
over my dick and balls but with my legs in the air, I could feel that my
ass was on show.

I stood up blushing with my hands covering my package. They then made me
line up behind my father and brothers pushing me up close so that my hands
covering myself were pushing right up to my brothers hairy ass. I could
smell his body odour and feel his sweaty back on my forehead. I guess my
bother was as scared as I was.

I had no idea what they were going to do next. Then to my utter amazement,
they opened the front door and ordered us to march out. It was a sunny
morning and the streets were crowded. As we started walking out I heard
cheers from people out there.

"Collaborators!", they shouted. "Hey Police chief show us your dick!",
someone else called out. This was followed by a long lewd whistle. "Come on
don't be shy, let those hoses swing!" another mocked.

I hesitated in the doorway. I didn't want to walk out into the street nude
and be laughed at. I suddenly received a hard slap to my rear-end making me
jump out the door. I yelped and reflexively covered my butt with my hands.
"Move!" the guard who just slapped me shouted.

"Look even the young one has a big schlong!" someone laughed.

I realized that my brothers and father were already down the pathway and I
was standing in our doorway with my hands on my ass and my dick swinging in
the breeze for all our neighbours to see. I blushed even more and quickly
covered my self as I ran down to take my place behind the other nude men.

As we got to the street, more naked men were joining us. People were
gathering at the sides of the street and sitting on porches. Some were
crying. Some were screaming but most were laughing and taunting us.

It felt better with more naked men with us so I didn't stick out so
much. We were pushing each other trying to move into the centre of the
marchers to be more shielded from the angry mob on either side.

I held my head down so I wouldn't see the faces of people I knew.

"You ok?" my eldest brother said to me as I pushed beside him. "I guess" I
answered meekly.

"They're a bunch of fucks!", he said. "I don't give a shit about any of
them.", I was amazed at his defiance. But Vlad was always tough.

Stop talking a guard shouted and suddenly the man on the other side of me
was was whipped. "They're whipping us!" I whined. My father told me to stay
calm. He was still walking with his head up and still not showing any
shame. Someone threw a clump of mud at him and he slowly wiped it off as he
kept walking without even looking to see who it was.

Suddenly we were ordered to stop. "There he is!" someone called out. A
guard pointed to my father and told him to come out of the line. My father
walked out from the rest of us into a clearing in the crowd in front of
some smiling men.  He stood there cooly with his hands over his privates
but his head held high.

"So this is the tough chief of police.", a chubby little man said. "Yes I
am" my father answered. "You mean you were" the fat man answered. Some in
the crowd laughed at this.

My father looked the chubby man in the eye and asked him plainly what he
wanted. There was a hint of impatience in his voice.

"I want to know why you had me put in jail," the chubby man answered with a
sly smile. "You do remember me don't you?"

"I do." answered my father, "I remember that you are a pervert and that's
why I put you in jail"

"Oooh" the crowd laughed mockingly.

"Well I'm not a pervert", the chubby man answered. "Im gay alright, but not
a pervert. And I was instrumental in getting the assholes who use to occupy
this town out of here. I worked with the underground intelligence. You
would be surprised how much information can be gleaned when your gay and
sleeping around with the right men"

"I don't want to hear about your sick activities." my father said, "Now
what do you want with me?" My father was flanked by 2 guards and the little
chubby man in front of him.

"Well..", the chubby man started, "I just want to keep helping the
resistance and all you collaborators need to be processed before your taken
away to the capital to stand trial. So I am simply going to help out by
searching you."

My father looked a little alarmed at this and asked why he would need to be
searched when he wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Oh come now" explained the chubby man, "you know how men are properly
searched. You guys did it all the time" With that the little man pulled out
some latex gloves from his pocket and put them on with a dramatic snap. My
father's expression became more alarmed and he looked to the guards beside
him and around at the unsympathetic faces of the smiling crowd.

"Lets start with your hair". The chubby man reached up and started running
his hands through my father's thick hair. My father just stood there and
let him do it. What choice did he have?

"What nice dark thick hair you have. Hey you are starting to have some grey
at the temples. Now lets look behind your ears" He pulled my fathers head
forward. he then caressed my fathers face.

"Such a handsome square jaw"

The man inserted a gloved finger into my fathers mouth and ran it around
his gums. My father grimaced at the taste of the man's finger and the crowd
cheered the man on. they were loving this. Seeing their previous tough
chief of police whom everyone so much feared, now being humiliated by a
little chubby man. They were eating it up.

"Now lets see your chest. Hey your starting to have some grey chest
hairs... sexy. Are your nipples sensitive? Lets tickle them a little and
see."  My father flinched as the man stroked his nipples.

"Oh they are getting a little pert now."

The crowd was laughing and my fathers stoic face had changed to a face of
anger.

"Put your hands on your head", the little man politely requested. My father
who had his hands over his groin this entire time looked around him at the
staring faces.

"Oh don't be shy," the chubby man said with mock comfort in his voice. "I'm
sure you have nothing to be ashamed of."

My father moved his hands to his head and his genitals swung free. The man
looked down at them. "Wow they certainly are rather large."

The crowd whistled and laughed.

"Your armpits are rather smelly, We are going to have to get you cleaned
up. Now lets look at these genitals of yours. Keep those hands on your
head."

The man kneeled in front of my father who cringed when the man cupped his
balls and started rolling them around in his hands.

"Spread your legs a little and squat a bit. I want to get a good feel
around here. Very heavy low hanging balls you have. So this is where those
virile sons of yours come from. No wonder. Where are they by the way? Are
they here?"

My father didn't answer. The chubby man squeezed his balls. I asked you
something.

"There" my father squeaked nodding his head in our direction. He was red
with anger now and could barely speak as this chubby man gripped his
genitals.

"Good." the man said as he pulled back my fathers foreskin. The chubby guy
was really man handling my fathers privates as he spoke and it was causing
my father to wiggle about uncomfortably. Someone asked if my father was
getting hard.

"We will have to get a close look at those sons of yours later too."

"Don't you fucking touch them!" my father growled, "you sick pervert!"

The man let go of my fathers genitals and stood up.

"Oh I will touch them he said. And not just me. And there is nothing you
can do about it"

My father stared at the chubby man like he was about to kill him.

"Anyway Mr Chief of police, Im now going to ask you to turn around."

My father turned around and he caught my eye. He quickly looked away and
regained that stoic dignified stare.

"What nice muscular buns you have, Let's have a feel of these hard hairy
melons of yours. Oh nice, Yes very nice. Nice hairy crack. Now bend over
please. Yes bend over and pull your butt cheeks apart."

The crowd jeered and hooted as my father did this. "Pull them wide!
Everyone here wants to see the chief of police's hairy butt hole. Isn't
that right?" They cheered their agreement.

"Wider please. Not everyone can see yet. Wider!"

My father was bent over with his hands pulling his butt cheeks wide
apart. He was closing his eyes tightly and he was beat red. The man put a
finger into the naked man's ass. My father grunted as he did so. The man
pushed his finger in more and my poor father let out a moan.

"OH he's a moaner", the chubby man laughed as he finger fucked my father in
front of his neighbours and his sons. "This tight ass wont go to waste
where he is going." he said to the crowd.

"Get your fat fucking finger out of me you sick fuck!" My father suddenly
screamed. "Im going to kill you! Im going to kill all of you!"

"That wont do!" the chubby man shouted and he withdrew his hand violently
making my father gasp.

My father stood up and looked around at the crowd. "You have no right to be
doing this he shouted. Is this the justice you want? Is this our new rule
of law?"

He had lost his cool and he was shouting at the crowd trying to regain his
dignity. I felt terrible for him. He was trying to scold them even while he
was naked with his dick flopping around and they all just finished watching
his anus being stretched.  His statements were met by boos and
laughter. With a wave of the chubby man's hand guards grabbed my
father. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT to be talking to us about rule of law. Mr
x-police chief! After you brutalized us for 5 years! Bend him over! Hand me
a stick! Now the rest of you collaborators watch!"

The crowd went silent and my father was bent over held down by a number of
men and his butt was sticking up. After a few lashes with that stick my
father's hairy cheeks were turning red. He started grunting louder and
louder and finally started screaming. His ass started looking awfully
red. I couldn't watch and I turned away. My brother put a hand on my
shoulder.  After the next few lashes my father wasn't screaming any more. I
could hear him whimpering. They finally finished and my father was ordered
back into the line. He didn't say a word as he rejoined us and kept his
face down.

We were all silent as we were ordered to start marching. The jeering crowds
resumed their taunting and my angry brothers were looking around. Soon more
front doors were being smashed open and more men were being ordered out. I
saw my gym teacher thrown from his house to his front yard. He was a young
new teacher who came a few months ago from out of town. What did he have to
do with anything? I then some students from the local college being made to
undress in the boulevard. I guess more people then you would think were
collaborators. Or maybe this was some kind of witch hunt that people were
taking advantage of to get revenge on others? I saw a prominent business
man and his son being dragged away from their family. The son was swearing
and fighting viscously as his clothes were being torn off.

People I recognized were also in the mob. I saw a kid I hate from school
pointing at me laughing and I tried to move to the other side of my
brothers so he couldn't see me. There was panicking, screaming but mostly
cheering and laughing. The scene was becoming increasingly bizarre and
frightening as we marched. I saw two scruffy looking nude men holding each
other waltzing. They both looked mortified and were holding their faces
away from each other with disgust. Despite their attempts they couldn't
stop their genitals from rubbing as they did that shameful dance for the
crowd's amusement.

A guy from my class was doing naked jumping jacks. A bunch of younger boys
were seated in front of him rolling in fits of laughter. I was surprised to
see he had such a small dick. With the way he mouthed off at everyone all
the time, I would of guessed he had something bigger. I suppose he was
always overcompensating. From his distressed blushing facial expression and
his little manhood so revealed, I figured his mouthing off days were pretty
much over.

As we rounded a corner a I saw a muscular man facing away from us towards a
group of smiling men and women. They were staring lewdly at his privates. I
couldn't tell for sure but by the way he was gyrating and flexing his meaty
buttocks, it looked like he was being made to jerk off for them! Was that
possible out in the middle of the street with all those people watching? By
his frantic jerking motions it looked like he was trying his best.

Vlad asked me to keep an eye out for his wife as we neared his house. I was
afraid to verbalize it but I was wondering what further indignities awaited
us.