Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 16:34:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough   Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty     Retribution

The first rays of dawn brought a new day to Hinson.  In Jennings' basement
he awoke to the sunlight, and then smiled over at his captives.

Leroy and Butch had spent the night on the sofa, blocked in by the backs of
two chairs.  They were expertly tied together in a frozen 69 position,
mouth to crotch for each of them.  No movement was possible, so they
smelled each other's pubes and dicks all night long.  Their clothes were
piled in the corner.  As an added touch, Jennings gave each of them one of
his blue pills.  Erections have their own smells, as Butch and Leroy
discovered.

Jennings walked over to them smiling.  "Sleep well?  You're both still
hard.  I bet if you start talking, there'd be a dick in your mouth
automatically.  Or maybe all you have to do is yawn.  Yawn for me, Leroy."

Leroy started to say no when a slap on his face set him grunting.  Actually
Butch's bone didn't really go in, but after a few minutes when Jennings
made each of them put out their tongues and lick the shafts plastered
against their noses and mouths, there was a certain amount of groaning.

Finally Jennings knelt down beside them.  "I'm going to untie you and let
you get dressed.  Then you can walk out of here and get home the best way
you can.  But when I take a notion to, I'm going to come after you with
Chet and the linebackers, so you better always be on your guard."

They nodded.  He untied them, but before they could get up he told them to
wait.  Walking over to a cabinet, he got out a dark bottle and a large
tablespoon.  He walked back with a grim look.

"I'm giving each of you a dose of a strong laxative.  You can't use my
bathroom and you both have a good distance to walk to get home.  I'll dose
you, let you dress, and then you better run like hell and hope you can hold
off as long as possible.  Otherwise you'll find nobody wants you crapping
in their front yard and people aren't exactly going to answer their front
door to let in two guys with erections so hard their pants can't hide it.
Understand?"

Leroy started to grumble but Butch bumped him with his hand as a warning.
Butch knew the results of ever crossing Jennings or any of his team again.

Jennings wished he had a camera as the two sat on the edge of the sofa,
naked, like two obedient boys waiting to take their medicine.  He shook the
bottle, then paused and shook it again mainly for effect, and then poured a
big spoonful.

"Open wide, Leroy."

Leroy swallowed with a shudder.  He made a bad face as he tried to clear
the taste from his mouth.

"Now you, Butch."  He filled the spoon, held it out, and Butch opened his
mouth.

"Wider, Butch.  If I spill even a drop you're getting a second spoonful on
top of that."  Butch stretched his mouth to the limit.  Jennings smiled.

"Now what do you say?"

The question was lost on Leroy, who just looked baffled, then over at
Butch.

"Thank you" Butch said.

"Leroy?"

Leroy reluctantly said thanks.  They dressed quickly, still hampered by
their erections.  Jennings held the back door open for them.

"Now...RUN!"  He slammed it shut behind them.  The last he saw was their
backsides galloping away.  He wondered how far they would get before the
laxative hit them.  He thought he might take a detour that way before
school.  He smiled as he remembered the words on the label "fast, thorough,
complete."




Over at Zack's house, Ricky ran off to school the minute he finished
breakfast, leaving Zack to do the chores.  His mother commented, "I thought
we agreed you and Ricky would share the chores."

Zack was uneasy.  Ricky kept getting him into these situations.  "Aw mom,
he had to get there early for a test and I said I'd do his part this
morning."

"I've never seen him bringing any books home or studying.  Are you sure
that's his real reason?"

Zack sighed.  "He'll do better, mom. I promise."

When he got to school, he found Ricky waiting.  "Come quick.  There's
something I want to show you."

He rushed him down the hall and toward the end that connected to the Middle
School building.  At the place where the two buildings joined, he pulled
Zack into the bathroom.  This one wasn't used often.

"Why are we going here?" Zack asked.

"Trust me. Step here in the handicapped stall.  Now just do this for me and
I'll do all the chores tonight.  Drop your pants and shorts, pull your
shirt up, and hold your hands behind you head.  Now spread your legs wide."

When a puzzled Zack had done that, Ricky called "OK, guys, you can come in
here now."

Zack heard the stall door next to them swing open, and three sixth grade
boys came eagerly in.  They grinned widely and looked Zack up and down.
Zack started to drop his hands and turned to Ricky who said in an
authoritarian tone, "Not now, Zack."

It had the sting of a command.  Momentarily thrown off guard, Zack put his
hands back behind his head.

"See, guys?  Didn't I tell you he had a big one, and that you had more hair
down there than he did?"

They were suitably impressed.  One of them tentatively put out a finger to
touch the shaved area.

"OK one touch" Ricky said.

The kid looked grateful.  "Smooth" he said with admiration.

"Can I touch his dick?" another asked.

"That costs extra.  Maybe tomorrow I'll have a bargain day.  But I'll tell
you what, find three other guys who'll pay and bring them back at the end
of fourth period, and I'll let you watch him kiss my dick.  How about that?
You ever seen my dick?"

They shook their heads.  "But we've heard it's the biggest at school next
to Jennings."

Ricky twisted with frustration.  "He's two years older!  What's wrong with
all you people around here?  Just wait until I'm that age.  Anyhow, fourth
period.  Got it?"

They dashed out.  Zack turned to Ricky.  "That wasn't fair."

"Just go along with this.  All you'll have to do is just what you did this
time, and then I'll pull my dick out and let you kiss it or something like
that.  It's just enough to make them think they got their money's worth."

"And then no more after that?  Tomorrow you won't come up with another
crazy scheme that makes me look bad and gets you money?"

Ricky patted him on the shoulder.  "Hey, I never said living with Ricky was
going to be easy."

With that he turned and left.  Zack pulled up his boxers and pants and
hurried off to class.

Chet and Jennings were headed to class as well.  Chet had a haunted look.
But Jennings was bustling with business.

"The garage said they'd tow your truck in and work on it.  They'll give me
a call on my cell when it's ready, and if we're still at school I'll give
you a ride over.  Otherwise I'll call you and give you that lift."

Chet moved close to Jennings and cupped his hand to hide his voice.  "My
butt's still sore.  Don't let anybody slap me on the butt for a few days."

By the start of 4th period, Zack was a nervous wreck.  Sitting down beside
Josh in World History, he tried to start a conversation.  Josh just looked
at him.

"Zack, did you set me up for Ricky yesterday?"

Zack tried to explain, but the teacher started class.  He knew it wouldn't
have done any good anyway.  The world seemed to be against him.  But
inwardly he smiled for a moment thinking of how Josh was being called
`pee-pee pants' by those who saw him yesterday.

The moment the bell rang at the end of class, Zack was out the door,
heading as fast as he could to the far bathroom.  Once inside the handicap
stall at the end, he dropped his pants and shorts and waited for Ricky.  He
didn't have long to wait.

"Good" Ricky said, suddenly stepping inside the stall.  Zack realized Ricky
must not have gone to class and had been waiting.  In a moment there was a
tap at the door, and the three boys from this morning and three others
stood there.  They handed Ricky their money.

Ricky dispensed with showing the new ones about Zack's shaved area as
quickly as he could.  There seemed to be noises from the hallway.

"Now you'll get to see my dick and see Zack kiss it" Ricky announced.  He
unzipped.

"You said you'd drop your pants too" Zack said.

"Yes!" the kids said.  "You said that and we paid for that."

Ricky, in a hurry, did what they wanted.  Zack leaned down to kiss his
dick.  That was when voices from outside the stall said "We want to see it
too!"  There seemed to be a crowd.

A moment later the door gave to the pressure, and a swarm of younger boys
pushed in.  Cries of: "Look at that thing!"  "See him kissing that guy's
dick!"  Even cries of "Gross!"  "Disgusting!"  "How can he walk around with
something that long?" filled the air.

Zack could tell that doom was coming.  In a moment two male teachers
crowded in, shouting and dispersing the crowd.  The teachers had seen him
and Ricky, catching them in the act.

The younger ones were gone.  Both boys pulled their pants up and were
escorted to the principal's office.  They promptly were suspended for three
days and their families were called.  Zack knew that the end of all things
was at hand.



It was now the height of the lunch wave.  Going through the cafeteria line,
Chet passed Josh and quietly said, "I want to get with you some time to ask
about stuff. I've had some weird experiences lately."

Josh was flattered and wondered what he meant by that.  "OK, when?"

"Not today, my truck's being repaired.  Let's say after school tomorrow.
It's important.  I want to know about something."




Clem Semmes, 25, Ricky's oldest brother, was the one who got the call from
the school that Ricky had been suspended.  Before going to get him, he went
to Ricky's room and removed all his clothes, locking them in a trunk in the
storage room.

At the school he received a copy of the three-day suspension note,
outlining Ricky's offenses.  In the car he was silent for a while.

"So you're a queer, huh?"

"No" Ricky said indignantly.  "That's a bunch of bull."

"Where have you been since Saturday night?"

"I've been at Zack's, the guy Amos had in the pickup truck the day you
rented me out to him.  I wasn't about to go home after the way you treated
me."

"I see.  It may interest you to know Amos brought the tool box back,
wanting a refund on his rental fee for you.  I gave it to him, but that
means you're going to have to work off that debt as well as the debt for
the tattoo kit.  On top of that I've got to punish you for the suspension.
Ricky, you know you're getting to be a lot of trouble."

When they got home, he told Ricky to get a shower and leave the door open.
For once Ricky did what he was told.  While he was showering, Clem got
those clothes and locked them up with the others.  When Ricky came out and
dried off, he started asking where his clothes were.

"They're all locked up where you can't get to them.  You're not getting any
clothes at all the next few days.  You're staying home during this
suspension, while I figure out what to do with you.  Now lean over this
chair while I warm up your butt."  He had that big paddle.

Ricky had tears in his eyes and his butt was an angry red when Clem got
through.

"There's a hardwood chair by the kitchen table.  Go sit on it.  Sit flat
footed so your whole butt is on the wood."

Ricky sat down and flinched at the pain.  The chair was straight and high
backed, there was no way to slouch or lounge.  The kitchen table was large.
It served as the table for all meals for the four brothers who lived here.

Clem moved around, taking care of chores.  When he saw Ricky shift in the
chair, he stopped.  "You move one more time for any reason, and it'll be
ten more strokes.  And any time after that it'll be twenty more.  Then
thirty more.  You are going to have to learn to obey."

Ricky started to object, but thought better of it.  He didn't like sitting
in a hard chair as badly as his butt hurt.  More than that, he hated
sitting around nude.  It made him feel embarrassed.  At least he knew there
was no danger he'd start throwing wood, because he hurt too bad.  That
would have been the worst fate of all, to start getting hard and have his
brother laugh at of him.

"You're not to close the bathroom door while you're home on suspension.
I'm going to make sure we know every single thing you do for the next three
days.  Do you understand?"

Ricky nodded, then asked, "Can I get a glass of water?"

"I don't see how you can do that when you're supposed to be sitting flat in
that chair with both feet on the floor.  Do you know a way you could do
it?"

"You could bring me a glass."

"No, not after the way you've acted."

"Please.  I'm thirsty."

"Ricky, be quiet."

"Clem, can you at least get me a glass of water?  I'm thirsty."

"If you were thirsty, you'd have gotten water when you first got home."

"I didn't know then that I was going to be thirsty.  Come on, Clem, what do
I have to do to get a glass of water?"

Clem thought about it a minute.  "Ten licks?"

Ricky jumped up without thinking.  "Ten licks?  Why paddle me for being
thirsty?"

"Twenty licks.  Ten for the water and ten for getting out of the chair."

Ricky sat down quickly, feet flat and back rigid, sitting straight with no
slouch.  "Um...I don't think I'm really that thirsty.  How about just the
ten for moving?"

Clem smiled a bitter smile.  "No, Ricky, you'll drink the water and you'll
take the 20 licks.  You asked for it and you're going to get it.  The only
choice you have is this: Do you want 20 fast with the water afterward, or
10 slow, then the water, then 10 more slow.  It's up to you."

Ricky thought about it.  He figured Clem would hit him harder if he was
taking it slow and stopping for water after 10.  "I'll do the 20 fast" he
said.

"Then get back over the chair and hold on tight.  I want you to count them
out loud.  You forget to count or you skip a number, and we start all
over."

Ricky went over to the large overstuffed chair where punishment was always
administered.  Kneeling in the seat, he leaned over the back, stretching
his arms downward toward the floor.

"Get your butt higher" Clem said.

Ricky arched his back, giving a somewhat obscene picture to anyone
watching.  He looked like he was waiting to be butt-fucked.

"Wiggle your ass" Clem said.

Ricky obeyed, and the spanking began.  WHAM!  "One" WHAM! "Two" and in
rapid succession the blows came and Ricky's counting turned to squeals of
pain as he struggled to keep up the count.  The cheeks were already fiery
red from the previous spanking, but now they were a furious somber red and
were showing signs of bruising.  Some parts looked ominously darker.  By 20
he was babbling and sobbing.

Clem looked at him in disgust.  "You lost count, Ricky."  Ricky looked up
through tear stained eyes with a frightened look.  "But I'll let it go for
now.  Go back to the chair right now and sit.  I'll get you the glass of
water."

"Sit straight now!" Clem barked from the sink as he filled a glass with tap
water.  Ricky obeyed instantly and sat directly down, groaning from the
pain as he did so.

Clem brought him the water.  It was in one of the taller glasses they had.
Ricky took several deep gulps, smacked his lips, and handed it back to
Clem.

"Thanks, Clem."

Clem didn't take the glass.  "Drink it.  You wanted a glass of water, I
brought you a glass of water, so drink it all."  Ricky looked puzzled,
still holding the more-than-half-full glass.  He started to lean over to
put it on the floor beside him, and Clem barked "You try to move again and
it'll be 30 licks.  You got that?"

"I don't want this much water."

"You drink it down, all of it.  I'm not going to get up in 30 minutes to
bring you another glass.  Drink it or I'll hold your mouth open and pour it
down your throat."

Reluctantly Ricky lifted the glass and drank it all down.  He even held it
upraised at his mouth to get the last drops.  Clem took the glass and put
it up.  Then keeping an eye on Ricky, he began the preparations for the
evening meal.

It was about 40 minutes later when Ricky said "I have to pee."




Zack's mother sat with him in the kitchen.  She was sad.  Zack hung his
head.

"Son, I want you to go see Dr. Peters."

He looked up, frightened.  "Mom, no.  Please!  Do you know what they call
him at school?  They call him the dick doctor.  I don't need to see him."

"Maybe you can talk through things with him.  I'd rather keep this from
your father if we can.  He wouldn't understand about all this."

"Mom, please.  I don't want to have to go to him.  I can't talk to him.
Guys at school are scared of him."

"Well, I've made an appointment for you for Thursday.  That's the last day
of your suspension, and Friday when I have to take you back to school and
sign you back in, I'll tell them you've been to see him."

"Mom, the school office can't keep a secret.  The girls that work there in
their free period, they tell everything they know.  I'll be all over school
by lunch that I had to see the dick doctor."

"Don't you think it was all over school by lunch today that you and Ricky
were putting on a sex show in the bathroom for younger boys?"

Zack cradled his head in his arms.  He felt like his life was over.  He was
too depressed to even want to beat off.  So far no other depression had
ever affected him that way.  He used to be able to go to his room and think
about Enzo or Josh or Ricky, and just bone up right away.  He could drip
even in class just making up images of what he and one of them could do
with each other.  In his room with time for a long slow jerkoff, he would
imagine stories where he went to rescue one of them or they rescued him.
He loved that.  But now nothing got him boned.  Nothing made him remotely
want to try to bone up.  When you don't even want to work your dick...




"Clem, I have to pee.  Honest.  You made me drink all that water and now I
have to pee."

"If I have to stop what I'm doing and come over there, I'll take the
strongest cord we've got and tie off your dick so tight at the base that
nothing will be able to flow out."

For a moment that completely stopped Ricky.  Then a little hesitantly he
asked, "Can you tell me how long I'll have to wait?"

"You were the one who insisted on water.  This is a problem you brought on
yourself."

Now that he had started talking about peeing, the urge seemed to build
stronger.  He was having trouble keeping still, but he didn't dare move and
get another paddling.  His butt was already so sore and hot it was painful
to have to keep sitting.  Then as he strained to hold back the urge to pee,
his dick started to get into the act.  He felt a movement down there, a
sort of quiet twitching.

"Clem..."

Clem looked over, then abruptly opened a drawer and brought out a long
piece of strong thin cord.  Ricky gasped.  His eyes opened as wide as his
mouth and he panicked.

"Please Clem!  Please man!  Don't tie it off! It'll stop the blood flow.
Really bad stuff can happen when you do that.  Just let me pee.  I'll
promise not to drink any more water."  Clem started toward him holding the
length of cord stretched between his two hands.  "No Clem, please!  Look,
I'm not moving.  I've done everything you said.  If you'll let me pee I'll
come sit back here, and I'll do everything you say, even anything special."
After a second's pause, he added eagerly "And I promise I'll never complain
or gripe again."

Clem looked at the cord, thought about it, and then agreed.  "OK, you come
with me.  Remember, until your suspension is over and you're back in
school, you cannot put on any clothes, and you cannot go to the bathroom
alone.  You will leave that door open at all times."

Ricky nodded.  Clem then took the cord, wrapped it around Ricky's dick, and
told him to get up.  Holding the other end, he walked Ricky to the bathroom
like a prisoner.  He occasionally gave a yank, and Ricky jumped and hurried
on.  While Ricky peed, Clem stood behind him, noting the color and
condition of Ricky's butt after the paddlings.  He nodded in approval.

As he led Ricky back by the cord, he noticed how the chair and the table
related to the tall window beside it.  It was an older, one story house
with 8 foot windows that were raised by roller weights in the walls.  This
window had no curtain or shade.  The house sat on brick pillars of about
three feet, to avoid floods.  So from his chair, and more particularly from
the table top, Ricky could be seen by people passing through the side yard.
Clem knew school kids went this way each morning and afternoon. It was a
well-used shortcut to school.

Still holding the cord, he said "Ricky, stand up on the table."

Ricky looked puzzled, and opened his mouth to say something.

"Remember your agreement.  No talking back."

Once he was standing on the table, Clem asked, "What do you see from
there?"

"The window and the tree, and - Oh god, if I'm standing here anybody coming
home from school can see me."

"Right.  I thought we'd give them a little show.  If they look up, they'll
certainly be surprised."

"Clem!  They know me.  They'll laugh.  Don't make me --"

"Ricky, remember the agreement."

"There'll be girls too!  Think what if any of them report this.  It won't
just be me, it'll be everybody in the house who'll be called sex
offenders."

Clem thought a moment.  "Actually most girls...in fact I think all of
them...take the street route.  They're not allowed to cut through yards.
If any do, they wouldn't come on this side of the tree anyway.  But to be
safe, I'll tack a beach towel across the lower portion of the window.
We'll test it in a little while, because the weekly Boy Scout meeting takes
place in their den behind our property."

Clem went to work and tacked the towel across the lower portion.  He smiled
to himself as he thought about various possibilities.

"You keep standing there.  I'll go outside and when you see me wave, start
doing a series of squats so I can judge how much of you is hidden when you
squat and how much the towel hides when you are standing up tall."

Outside, he looked up at the window as he stood beneath the tree.  He had
to grin.  Ricky was totally exposed.  His butt looked spankable and was
still red.  His dick hung down exaggerating its length, as if he had a
piece or rope hanging there.

Clem waved his arm and Ricky started going up and down doing squats.  When
he was down, only his head and shoulders were visible.  Halfway up and
down, it still showed his dick and butt.  Clem stepped further back and
knew they were safe from exposure because the shrubs hid the window and the
tree blocked the view.  Ricky was still doing squats.  That was going to
tire him out pretty soon, and would make protracted standing that much
harder to do.

Clem wondered if lowering the towel by just a little would show more of
Ricky and make him feel more exposed.  At full height the towel only hid
him below the knees.  Lowering the towel would make him have to really
squat down to keep hidden, and if someone caught a glimpse of him naked,
they would have a longer moment to see it if the towel was lower.

Coming back in, he tacked the towel a little further down.  Ricky looked
worried.

"It's still fine, Ricky.  You'll just have to spot people quicker and squat
faster.  We can test it when those scouts come by.  If you stand perfectly
still there's nothing to catch their eye and make them look up here anyway.
They won't be expecting you to be there."  He looked Ricky up and down.
"Since you like to show off to younger kids in the school bathroom, let's
give the scouts something to see if they do look up.  Get that dick hard."

"What?"

"You heard me.  Get that dick hard now!"

Ricky took a deep breath and started in.  Clem just stood there watching
him with that smile on his face.  Ricky squeezed his eyes shut.

"If you keep your eyes shut, you won't see the scouts coming and know when
to squat."

Ricky's eyes flashed open and he looked wildly out to make sure they
weren't already there.

"That thing better be hard by the time the first ones get here.  If not,
things will definitely get worse."




Out from town at Leroy's goat farm, he and Butch sat talking.

"Just leave well enough alone, Leroy.  We're lucky we didn't get charged
with kidnapping or something."

Leroy was still fuming.  "Sending us home that way in that condition.
Making us make spectacles of ourselves.  Crapping in a ditch while cars
went by.  No toilet paper and having to wipe our hands on the grass.
People seeing us with our pants down taking a dump, and honking and
waving."

"I agree.  But you shouldn't carry this further."

"And how did he make us both have to dump at the same time?  I couldn't
believe how it hit us both and we had to run behind bushes."

"Yeah, but you had to go more times than I did.  It was only the first one
where we went together."

"I'll get him for that.  I'm going to tell people he's gay and made us
spend the night with him to do fag stuff to us.  Jennings will be a
laughing stock.  They'll call him gay and nobody will respect him."

"You have no proof to back that up."

 "Yeah, but why did he go to all that trouble to fins Chet?  He's not
married to Chet."

"I'd be careful if I were you.  Some varsity guy is likely to knock your
teeth down your throat for saying Jennings is gay.  They think too highly
of him."

"Well just wait till I'm though with his reputation.  It'll be worth
nothing."

"Leroy, leave well enough alone."




It was nearly an hour later when Buck and Tip came through the front door,
looked in the kitchen and saw Ricky on the table doing squats.

"Hey!  Ricky's home.  And it looks like he's in the pink -- so to speak."

"Yo, Ricky!  That's one red butt you've got there.  You putting on a show
for people or something?"

They were dirty and sweaty from the limber mill.  All four brothers looked
somewhat alike.  Clem was the oldest.  Buck at 23 was the tallest.  Tip at
20 had the most muscled chiseled body.  Ricky at 16 turning 17 had the
record on dick length.

Ricky continued doing squats, keeping an eye on the window and the yard
below.

"What's up, Ricky?  You boned up about something?"

"Clem says I got to stay hard."

Clem dried his hands from preparations at the stove.  "You can stop the
squats now, but stand up straight and keep boned."

"You got him putting on a show?"

"Maybe.  He's suspended for three days from school.  He was charging
younger kids to show them his dick and his buddy was sucking him off."

"He wasn't sucking me off.  He was just kissing it.  And if a whole class
of kids hadn't found out about it and were pushing in, we would never have
been caught."

Buck smiled.  "So Ricky's gay, huh?  I always thought there was something
about him.  That dick is a dead giveaway."

Ricky tensed.  His dick had started to soften a little, so he began giving
it some strokes.  He glared at Buck but didn't say anything.

"Has anybody seen him up here yet?"

Ricky flushed.  "Some wino.  Gray hair, old clothes, bloodshot face.  Clem
was saying something to me and I didn't see him walking by.  When I saw him
he started clapping and laughing."

"You made him very happy, Ricky.  I'll bet you were the nicest piece of boy
flesh he had seen in a long while."  Clem turned to them.  "Here are the
rules for the next three days.  I've locked all this clothes away, so Ricky
stays home and wears nothing.  He doesn't get any privacy.  He is not to
close the bathroom door or the door to his room.  Monitor him any time he
tries to go anywhere beyond this room."

"Even when he's taking a dump?" Tip asked.  "I don't go for stinky stuff."

Ricky burst out with "Can't I even crap in peace?"

"Ricky, while you're on suspension, you can't do anything in peace."

Turning back to Tip, Clem continued, "You can stand out in the hall as long
as you're able to see everything that goes on.  And here's more.  I pulled
out some water guns and other fun stuff we had put away years ago.  You
could do target practice on him sitting on the pot.  You can have a lot of
fun doing that.  Have you ever tried to crap with somebody shooting a water
pistol at you every few seconds?  Anything that reminds him that he's our
prisoner until I take him back to the school you're free to do.

"Another thing: don't let him beat off.  He's going to put on a show for us
tonight with that, but nothing afterward.  If he gets hard, take a paddle
and bust his butt.  That'll get him soft quicker than anything, especially
after I've got it all broken in with the paddle this afternoon.

"Finally, when he goes to bed, we'll either tie his hands to the bed rails
or tie them behind him, whichever works best.  And I bought that cock ring
off Amos so if for some reason I have to go out, I'll turn it on.  If he
gets further than the yard outside, it'll give him so much pain he'll wish
he was dead."

Ricky remembered when Amos had put that on him at the cabin while he was
their prisoner.

"I'll do whatever you say.  I promise."

"Well for the time being, you just practice some squats, holding them down
for as long as you can, and then jumping back up.  But keep that dick
hard."  It was obvious Clem meant business.

Ricky had been so engrossed in Clem, he failed to keep watch out the
window.  Out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught movement and to
his shock there were 4 teenagers standing down there, looking up and
grinning.  He went down in an instant squat.

"They caught you, Ricky.  That means you stand back up again and hold that
pose for them.  You were anxious to put on a show at school, we'll let you
put on one here."

"Clem please."

"Up!  Now!!  Full frontal!"

Ricky went crimson.  Rising he saw they were still looking, pointing,
laughing.  That was the worst part...they were laughing at him, laughing at
his erection and how he was naked.  Then the older one started gesturing.
Ricky knew what he meant, but he didn't move.  He hoped his brothers
wouldn't notice.

"Your fans are signaling you" Clem said.

Tip, the 20 year old, laughed loudly.  "Yeah. Look at that guy telling you
to start stroking.  Give him some strokes, Ricky."

"And make it good!" Clem ordered.

Ricky didn't know whether he actually knew these guys or not.  One looked a
little older, the others were probably his age or a year younger.  One
little guy was with them.

The older one kept gesturing.  Ricky began a slow stroke, taking his time.
The guys cheered and laughed and pointed.  The cheering was really more
jeering, like laughing at a fool. Then the older one made another gesture.
Ricky blushed even deeper and kept up the slow strokes.

"Ricky, your fans want something more.  You want to give them what they
want, or should we start doing it to you ourselves?"  Clem was jubilant.
"Just suck on a finger and start in.  In fact you might suck on your hand,
they may want more than one finger up your butt."

When the boy saw Ricky suck a finger, he raised his hands in a victory
clasp.  When Ricky actually inserted it up his rectum, the youngest kid
fell out, falling backwards with laughter.  The other three boys huddled
together for a second, then the older one who was their spokesman (so to
speak) made a circular motion.

"He wants you to rotate, Ricky."

Ricky began a slow turn.  He was totally embarrassed and was a picture of
color from his red butt to his red face against his white body and his
reddish brown pubic hairs and treasure trail.  They applauded, then when
they realized how red his butt was, they pointed fingers and jeered.  They
knew he was being punished, and that made this all the more fun.

He stopped after one turn.  The leader shook his head, gestured to continue
the circle, then began excitedly waving his hands.  Ricky looked, trying to
figure out what the problem was.  The kid began gesturing at his own butt
making fast frantic motions, then imitating jerking off with the same rapid
speed.

"Yeah, Ricky they want a little more action.  Pick it up, guy."  Tip was as
much into this as the boys outside.

He picked up speed, hating the whole thing but having to go ahead.  They
visually cheered him on, but in a demeaning way as if he was their slave.
Then the leader pointed at his wrist as if he wore a watch.

"What's that?" Tip asked.

Clem said "They probably have to go soon.  Wait a second and I'll give them
something to come back for."  Grabbing a piece of cardboard along with a
small juice glass, he first wrote the word "Later" and put the cardboard in
the window, then demonstrated the juice glass by holding it at the tip of
Ricky's erection.  Then with one finger he went from the bottom to the top
of the glass, pointing again at Ricky's dick.

The leader caught on right away and exploded with laughter. Clasping his
hands together again in a victory grip, he gathered the others and went on,
looking back to see Ricky still continuing his strokes and his butt action.

"Did you mean that?" Ricky asked hesitantly.

"Yep" Clem said.  "Keep going with that thing and when you fill the little
glass you can quit because you can't jack off again until you get off
probation."

Realizing the group had gone, Ricky stopped turning and took his finger out
of his butt.

"I wish you hadn't made me do that" he said.

"What, do what they asked?  Ricky you got suspended for publicly carrying
out some sex stuff.  You even made money on it.  Why should you object to a
free show for the neighborhood?"

"I might see those guys again."

"That's the point, Ricky.  We're trying to teach you a lesson.  Things are
like buzzards, they eventually come home to roost. Everything has
consequences.  Now get back to work on that dick.  I'll be fixing supper in
a little while.  If you aren't through you don't get to eat."

Tip spoke up.  "And keep your eye out for people coming through the yard.
You've got your work cut out for you."

Tip and Buck went to shower, leaving Clem with Ricky.  Ricky hoped he could
keep a sharp enough lookout that he could drop down before anyone saw him.

Clem watched him, grinning inwardly.  Ricky drove them crazy and always
seemed to find a way to be two steps ahead of the family.  Now the tables
were turned.  Ricky didn't know what might happen next, what things they
might make him do, or what lay in store.  Clem couldn't have been happier.

                                End of Chapter 20
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(Particular thanks for ideas from Alan, Baruch, Bruce, Gary, Scott S and
Scott W.  I know last time I said this chapter would be about Josh, but
we'll spend lots of time with him soon.  - Bart)