This story is dedicated to Stevie Zadara, a master in humiliating cocky jock boys. Thank you Stevie for your inspiration and assistance and encouragement. Any suggestions, please email me at jmg_529@yahoo.com.
Community Service Part One
Russell was led to the holding cell that housed his cocky young 20 year old son and his equally conceited friends. He stared with a look of slight disgust at their smugness and their swaggering cheekiness. He, along with their fathers, had just agreed to pay a great deal of money to get them out of this predicament. He couldn't understand why they couldn't be just a little bit more grateful.
Immediately to Russell's left sat his son's best friend and partner in crime, Dan. Dan was the son of a senator. He was also a star tennis player having grown up on private tennis lessons at the country club. His tennis training had given him nicely defined muscles on his athletic 5'11" frame. His light brown hair was cropped close with a number 2 on the sides and back and brushed forward, with blond highlights on the longer hair on the top of his head that drove all the girls wild. At 19, even Russell had to admit that Dan had become something of a snob and displayed an arrogant attitude towards anyone he thought was beneath him socially, sexually and competitively.
Seated next to Dan was 20 year old Jake. Jake was a more or less perfect specimen of young, fit manhood. He was the starting quarterback on the football team with impressive, well defined muscles. Athletic and sexy without off-putting sinew. He kept his brown hair a little on the long side and messed it up giving him that I just got out of bed (oh and I have just had a good fuck) look. His baby blue eyes were complimented by his awe shucks smile and his chiselled jawline.
Russell knew from the stories that his son told that Jake was anything but innocent. Jake was the quintessential BMOC who to hear Russ tell it had a hobby of hooking up with drunk freshman girls, fucking their brains out, and then not giving them the time of day the next day. Of course if all of this got out, it could diminish his NFL prospects in the future so of course his father had been extremely willing to contribute to the cause.
Next to Jake sat his roommate and best friend Ryan. Of all of the boys he was looking the most nervous. Ryan's family was not as wealthy as the others and Ryan was very concerned that he had put them in a precarious situation because of all this. Ryan was very much Jake's shadow. Also 20, and 6'2", but not quite as muscled, he was Jake's back up on the football team. Like Jake, he also had blue eyes, but kept his hair cropped short with a number 2 that the girls loved to stroke at the back as they fondled the bulge in his pants.
Finally, Russell turned his attention to his namesake son Russ. How had things gone so wrong? Russ was almost too smart for his own good. At 5'11" his 20 year old son's lean and athletic body showed that he had been playing soccer his whole life. He kept his brown hair slightly saggy mostly so he could brush it out of his brown eyes for effect. Despite Russell's attempts to raise Russ to be a model citizen, young Russ had a rebellious streak. He was a wild man who liked to party and his jock friends called him Russy Boy. It was an on-going headache having to fix the problems that Russ left in his wake. To top it off Russ had gone and defaced his lithe, masculine body with that ridiculous dragon tattoo and Chinese lettering that he couldn't even read himself. If it weren't for the others present, especially the Sheriff and his deputies, Russell would having given Russ a sharp whack to the back of his cheeky little head to wipe the smirk off of his face.
"So Pops, did you get it all taken care of? Can we blow this pop stand? I am getting a little tired of the quality of this accommodation,". Russ grinned as he leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and his crotch impertinently high in the air as he swung on the legs, his sexy feet kicking out in front of him. He was so sure he would be walking out of here soon.
It was with a little bit of pleasure that Russell looked at him and smiled. "Not exactly, but I and the rest of your fathers have taken the steps necessary to ensure that this whole thing goes away without the four of you going to jail, whilst at the same time keeping it out of the papers.
Russ had a puzzled look on his face while the three others sat there in stony silence. "What does that mean? You said that we were not going to jail but – we are not going to be leaving either?"
"Correct. I have managed to negotiate a deal with the good sheriff that will allow the four of you to perform community service in lieu of jail time provided you plead guilty. Your records will then be expunged once you complete your period of community service."
"So Mr. Worthington, how many hours of community service do we have to perform?" asked Ryan.
Russell could see Sheriff Wilson and his deputies snickering out of the corner of his eye. They seemed to be enjoying this way too much.
"Unfortunately, it is not a matter of hours. You are each required to perform six whole months of community service, to pay back some of the debt you owe this society. And there is a catch, the community service will need to be performed here. Luckily the summer is just round the corner so Jake and Ryan should be back at school for football season."
Russ slammed his chair to the floor, "Dad was that the best you could do? This is pretty much no different from going to jail." He stamped his foot angrily in protest and what the guys were going to have to go through. They all wondered, unsurprisingly, what kind of service they were going to have to undertake and how rigidly the service would be enforced.
Dan shook his head, "No way am I staying here to pick up garbage for 6 months.". While Jake just muttered "this is bullshit," and Ryan continued to look petrified.
"Dad how is this any different from going to jail?"
Sheriff Wilson stepped forward and smiled, "Simple. Unlike jail you are free to go at anytime. The only catch then would be that the deal your parents would be null and void, the papers would get to hear about everything you had done, so you probably would end up in jail. I am sure that you will all be very popular there. The other inmates are always happy to see nice young pretty boys. Your lives would barely be worth living – unless you have always harboured a fascination for ending up as the boy toys for all the fags in jail. Oh and it is going to take us about another month to get everything up and running so it really is going to more like 7 months. We are therefore bringing in a trailer to accommodate you boys in the meantime and will set up a little dormitory for you right here in town. It will give you time to make restitution to your victims before serving out your community service."
"What kind of restitution?"
"Well the restaurant needs to be rebuilt and Sam is going to need some help running it while he is incapacitated. Then there is a matter of each you apologizing for your actions. By the time we take care of that, everything else should be ready to go."
The boys exchanged glances. This was all sounding extremely weird and altogether not as much fun as they were used to. As much as they wanted to tell the sheriff no way, they knew their futures were ruined with a trial and jail time.
Russell looked at each of them, "So do you all agree?" Reluctantly, the four of them nodded. "Good. Then I will see you in 7 months. And Russ, try to behave a little bit better than you have in the past."
"Don't worry, Mr. Worthington, we will take care of your boy. Maybe even teach him some manners."
As Russell turned to leave, he heard a voice from the corner of the cell, "Hey what about us? Why are the rich kids getting off easy?"
"Yeah, why don't we get community service like those fuckin' rich brats?"
The Sheriff smiled, "Why Nate and Scotty, if you two want the same deal, I am sure Judge Hudson would be prepared to consider it."
Nate and Scotty were the town troublemakers and bullies of the high school until there recent graduation. Nate was 5'9", brown hair which he moussed up into a slight peak on the top of his head, baby face with just the tiniest bit of baby fat and smouldering brown eyes. Although shorter than the other guys, his muscles were well defined from his time on the high school wrestling team.
Scotty, 19, 5'7" had sandy brown hair cut short, brown eyes and a hell of an attitude. Although he kept himself in good shape he had never played organized sports like his buddy Nate. They looked the complete opposite from the other four in their skater clothes and chains. The whole mess had started when Russ and Scotty were playing chicken with their cars. After the cars crashed into the restaurant, Scotty had gotten into a fight with Jake that the restaurant's owner had gotten into the middle of.
"Cool"
"So Sheriff, if there is nothing else, I will be off."
"We will be in touch Mr. Worthington."
Russell gave the sheriff a last look of disgust and turned and left the room.
"Like taking candy from a baby," Sherif Wilson thought. Now he had all money he needed to complete his project and not four, but six sexy little playthings who he would get to put through their paces for almost seven whole months. He licked his lips and his cock stirred at the thought of it.
"We best get you boys over to Judge Hudson and get everything finalized. I see the trailer has arrived and your room is being fixed up even as we speak. Let's go make this official."
• • • • •
Community Service Part 2
Judge Hudson sat in his chambers thinking about what a wonderful day this had turned into. It had started out much like any other day until he had received a call from Sheriff Wilson. He and sheriff shared particular theories about the best way to deal with young male offenders - public humiliation, the more of it the better. They had developed a plan for a whole facility that would be devoted to their experiment in criminal justice. They even managed to get the DA on board with it. Unfortunately, the Sheriff had run out of money before completing the complex, but now Wilson had secured more than enough to finish the project and even add some of the enhancements they had talked about.
Judge Hudson took a good look at himself in the mirror and sighed. At 62, he was showing his age. Two years ago his wife of 40 years has passed away. Since that time, Judge Hudson had come to the secret conclusion that he was, in reality, totally gay. Thus, the mere thought of the sexy, virile, testosterone-filled, naughty young men he was about to see paraded through his courtroom was filling him with erotic excitement. His bailiff knocked on the door. "They are ready for you your Honor." "Perfect. Is everything ready?"
"It is. I am looking forward to this. You are going to like the look of these guys."
Judge Hudson entered the courtroom smiling at Sheriff Wilson and DA Johnson. Standing before the bench were 6 delicious young men causing Judge Hudson's cock to stir. "Good thing I am sitting behind the bench and wearing my judge's robe." He thought. Looking the defendants over, he thought how cute it was that he had bad boy twins standing before him. He had Dan and Russ the stereotypical frat boys, Ryan and Jake the dumb jocks and Nate and Scotty the arrogant, cocky skaters.
"So you are the young men who have been causing all the trouble around town and need teaching a good lesson? Mr. Hughes and Mr. Taylor I recognize but you four are new. I understand that an accommodation has been reached that will avoid the necessity of a trial."
DA Johnson rose. "Yes your Honor. In exchange for making restitution and performing 6 months of community service, we have agreed to not pursue the charges and will expunge their records if the offenders live up to their end of the bargain."
"Excellent. I am glad we can avoid the expense of a trial. Now so that we can confirm this, I will need each of you to step forward tell me your name and that you are voluntarily agreeing to this arrangement. Why don't we start with you?". The judge smiled and pointed at Russ.
Russ was dressed like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. He was a blue and green stripped A & F tight fitting polo with his collar popped, A & F jeans with his shirt half way tucked in so his belt buckle was showing and white Lacoste sneakers. He made for a mouth watering young frat boy who really was asking to have all his clothes ripped off him for a good, rude inspection of his taut body. Judge Hudson's cock was now firmly erect as he stared at the boy and squirmed in his robes at the thought of the punishment he was going to put him and the others through.
"Name?"
"Russell Worthington III. My friends call me Russ."
"And Russ, do you agree to be bound by the terms of the agreement."
Reluctantly, Russ closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said "Yes."
"Excellent, that's the spirit young man! Now repeat after me, I am a naughty liddle frat boy."
"What? No way. That is weird. I am not saying that shit"
"Say it or the deal is off."
Sighing, Russ stared at the ceiling and said, "I am a naughty little frat boy."
"No, listen carefully. I am a naughty liddle frat boy."
"I am a naughty liddle frat boy," said the humiliated Russ his cheeks starting to burn with shame.
"Well done. You are finally getting the hang of it. See that was not so hard. Step back in line and the next delinquent will step forward."
Dan reluctantly walked forward. Judge Hudson licked his lips at the site of Dan in his tight red A & F madras shirt, A & F chinos and red and brown Vans authentic sneakers. He swaggered sexily backwards and forwards from the balls of one foot to the other, his tight thigh muscles flexing in his sexy pants. As he moved back and forth there was the slightest glance of his white socks as his pants moved. Judge Hudson thought of how his lover Sam would go crazy at the sight.
"My name is Dan Tennington and I agree to the deal."
"And what did you forget Mr. Frat Boy?"
"And I am a naughty liddle frat boy."
"Great. So now we will hear from our two dumb jocks. Young man, step forward."
Ryan, who could hardly believe this was happening to him, took a step forward. He was dressed like a typical jock with a backwards Nike baseball cap, white Nike t shirt with a black swoosh across his chest, blue shiny Nike basketball shorts and black Nike high tops with white socks. The judge strained surreptitiously to get a glimpse of his sexy, exposed legs
"Tell me your name and explain to everyone out loud that you agree to the terms of the deal."
"My name is Ryan McAllister and I agree to the deal. Do you want me to say the other thing as well?"
"No. I want you to say: I'm a naughty, sexy, dumb naughty jockie."
Ryan gulped thinking if he played along they would go easy on him but barely able to get the words out. He didn't look quite so cocky now. "I'm a..." he stammered, "I'm a ... errr... naughty...
"... dumb naughty jockie," came the prompt from the judge, who was revelling in Ryan's humiliation and discomfort at having to say the demeaning words. Hudson stared at the defining pouch in the boy's shorts and the outline of the black briefs beneath. He loved a glimpse of young men's underwear.
"dumb... naughty jockey," said Ryan, almost choking with embarrassment at the stupid words.
His friend Jake stared at the judge dumbfounded. "What kind of a fucking pervert are you?"
"Young man I will not tolerate that type of language in this court. Now step forward immediately ."
Jake reluctantly did. He was wearing a a sleeveless gray Nike tee, black Nike basketball shorts, and black and red Nike Shox. Hudson adjusted his twitching dick.
"I am Jake Tolliver. I am reluctantly agreeing to the deal."
"And I want you to say that you are a dumb potty-mouthed naughty jockie."
"I am a dumb, potty mouthed naughty jockie." Jake vowed revenge for this humiliated. Who did this old guy think he was?
Judge Hudson could hardly contain his merriment and laughter at hearing the sexy boy degrade himself like this. The female court bailiffs giggled with amusement. The judge ordered one of the bailiffs to rip Jake's shiny shorts at the back so that everyone could see his hot briefs. She leaped at the chance to get them off. Sliding a penknife from the top of his ass to the bottom, the material came away and the cocky jock was left standing there in little black A&F briefs with his gluts on magnificent display for all to see. He blushed bright red as a round of applause met the sight of his bulge in the very brief shorts.
"Mr. Hughes?" chirped the Judge.
Nate looked like a walking advertisement for DC Shoes. He had on a white and black DC hat cocked to the side, a black DC t shirt, baggy jeans and white DC sneakers.
"I am Nate Hughes. I accept the deal and I am a naughty liddle boy." Nate had thought it would be better to get the embarrassing part out of the way without being asked, even once.
"That is nice to know Mr. Hughes but I wanted you and Mr. Taylor to say 'I'm a liddle sexy boy toy brat."
Nate slowly repeated "I'm a sexy liddle brat."
"You forgot the boy toy bit. Anyway, is that supposed to be a question? This time with feeling. And say it loud so everyone can hear you"
Nate yelled, "I'M A LIDDLE SEXY BOY TOY BRAT."
"Mr. Taylor, it is your turn."
Scotty was wearing a black and gray Skull Candy hat, white Fox t shirt, jeans and black etines."
"I'm Scotty Taylor, I accept the deal and I am a sexy liddle boytoy brat."
"So now it is official and your community service can begin. Bailiff, please bring the audience. The naughty boys are going to put on a demonstration of the consequences of not behaving."
The boys turned around and to their horror saw the bailiff ushered in the local scout troop. There were now 30 or so boy scouts pointing at them and laughing.
"Thank you all for coming. The 6 big boys you see in front of you have been very naughty. We have brought you here today so that you can see a demonstration of what happens when you break the rules in this town. Now when you misbehave, can any one tell me what happens."
One of the scouts raised his hand and said, "My dad gives me a spanking."
"Well your father is very smart. That is exactly what these naughty boys are going to receive. Some nice hard swats to their rear ends to remind them of their bad behaviour. "
The boys turned to grab the counsel tables so they were facing the scouts who were snickering at the sight of the insolent jocks and brats about get their punishment right there in front of them.
"The trick is to follow through when you smack with the paddle to get some extra sting," Judge Hudson explained. He gave Russ and smack on his bottom to demonstrated quickly followed by one on Dan's and Ryan's. Then he got to Jake.
"This naughty boy not only misbehaved but had a potty mouth earlier as well. What should we do?"
"Clean his mouth out with soap." One of the scouts yelled. The other cubs scouts cheered and hollered their approval, shouting out in unison "Scrub his mouth, scrub his mouth!"
Jake blushed with shame and embarrassment. To his horror, Jake saw the sheriff hand the judge a bar of soap, all ready prepared and wet, which the judge promptly stuck in Jake's mouth. Jake thought he was going to gag as he chocked on the soap and the judge gave him two whacks with the paddle.
"Keep the soap in you little imp until we are done Jakey boy."
After Nate and Scotty received their initial whacks, the judge produced more paddles and had the scouts line up to practice their paddling techniques. The boys' butts were now pretty much on fire, their faces burning with humiliation from a hard spanking by a bunch of pre-teen boys. Then some suggested the brats receive some spankings on their underwear. Before they could say anything, the boys found their pants being yanked down for the amusement of everyone around. The Judge relished the site of the boxer brief clad asses being whacked. For the grand finale, the boys' underwear itself was yanked down so that everyone could giggle and stare at their pert, firm round young asses, rosy from a good round of punishment. The boys were made to stand still as the sheriff took pictures of their burning red asses for his and his friends' collections.
"Now, tell these nice scouts thank you very much for teaching our sorry brat asses a lesson."
"Thank you gentlemen for teaching our sorry asses a lesson." They managed to say it almost all together this time, having finally gotten used to the pattern of repeating the humiliating phrases. They were forced to turn round and face the boys with their adult cocks fully on view to the younger boys, who stared and snickered at the show.
Jake was greatly relieved as the soap was finally removed from his cocky mouth, as the scouts filed out of the courtroom, chattering and giggling at the display of humiliation they had just seen. "Well boys that is enough for today. I suggest you get a good night's sleep. You are going to need it. Oh and one more thing, no mater how horny you get, there is a strict rule of no masturbating in your dormitory. There is CCTV trained across all your rooms the whole time so don't think you will get away with trying to hide any attempts to secretly unload your balls. But don't be concerned gentlemen, we will have plenty of ways in store for you to relieve your sexual tension in ways that everyone will be able to enjoy to the maximum."
The boys followed the sheriff and deputies from the courtroom rubbing their throbbing asses and worrying about the judge's last comments. What did he mean? What the hell did they get themselves into? What did he mean, ways that everyone will be able to enjoy them get off?
COMMUNITY SERVICE PART 3
The boys trudged wearily from the courthouse back to their holding cell their asses still burning from their punishment. None of the six could believe that they were just spanked before a room full of scouts. Jake in particular was looking extremely sulky as he continued to rinse his mouth out to get rid of the taste of the soap.
"What was that shit? Are these people some kind of queers? I am not putting up with anymore of their crap."
Dan looked at Jake with disgust. "Hey asshole, you know we are stuck. Our dads just gave them enough money so they can basically do with us whatever they want. Besides, none of us can afford to go to jail, so play along. They are probably just trying to scare us. What do you two think they are up to?"
Nate and Scotty realized that he was talking to them. "Dunno exactly." said Nate. "The kids around here know that the judge and the sheriff are kind of pery and you should stay away from them."
Just then the Sheriff appeared with two of his deputies. "Boys, it looks like your accommodations are now ready. If you would all please follow me. "The boys were surprised to see that their sleeping quarters were actually halfway decent. The sheriff had brought in two portable trailers. There was a bed for each of them with their names over it and a wardrobe for clothes. Russ, Dan, Jake and Ryan found their suitcases at the end of their beds. Nate's and Scotty's parents had been so excited to get rid of their problem kids for 7 months that they had dropped off clothes as well. There was also a dining room table and a bathroom area with 2 shower stalls.
"Beats prison." Russ thought as he looked around the room. At least his Dad's money had been well spent.
"Now, there are some ground rules that we need to cover for your stay here. One, is that you are all to be good little obedient boys. That means if you are given an order, you are expected to follow it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes" the boys murmured in unison.
"Good. The next rule is be polite. There is to be no sassy backtalk. Any mouthing off will earn you a punishment. We are not going to tolerate you being rude. Finally, and this may be the most important, as Judge Hudson told you absolutely no masturbating."
The boys gave each other a puzzled look. "Why is that of all things the most important rule?"
"Quite simply, we have big plans for you and your spunk. It is a big part of your community service. We want you to be as full of cum and as horny as possible when it comes to playtime. Remember what the judge said. You are under 24 hour surveillance, so offenders will be severely punished. Now you boys have a busy day ahead of yourselves working on the venue for your community service so you best get some sleep."
The next day, the boys awoke to find boxes sitting at the end of their beds with a note to put on the contents. The boys gasped in horror as they opened their boxes and saw the contents.
"What is this faggy shit?" Scotty asked holding up a pair of extremely short cut-off Jean shorts and a white wife beater. Dan backed away from his box proclaiming that he had no intention of wearing the outfit. He was politely reminded one more time that he could opt out on the clothes or stand trial and go to jail. His choice. Reluctantly he chose the embarrassing clothes.
Sheriff Wilson smiled and his cock stirred as he looked at the boys lined up in their new outfits. To go along with their job for the day, the boys were dressed as sexy construction workers. From top to bottom each of them wore tan work boots with long white socks pushed down over the top, extremely short cut off jean shorts which barely covered their butts, a white wife beater tank top, a tool belt, mirrored aviator sunglasses and a hard hat. To top it off the deputies handed them each an orange reflective vest to wear for safety purposes, but to the boys' horror on the back of each vest in large neon yellow letters were "DUMB JOCK" so that everyone would get a good idea who they were, and to remind them of their status on their site.
"Don't you all look cute in your new work uniforms buys? Now turn around and show us your backsides. That's right. And wiggle those cute little bubble butts for me."
The boys squirmed at the degrading orders but all the same reluctantly complied with the sheriff's humiliating demands for them to display themselves like this. They turned around and started shaking their asses back and forth. Then they were made to bend over so the denim shorts stretched tightly across their butts.
"Don't your sexy young boy butts just look delicious this morning. Are your backsides still a little tender? All right, time to move out. You boys have a lot of work to do."
The boys were taken in a awaiting van to a large construction site on the outskirts of the town in what appeared to be the warehouse district. At the construction site they found a whole crew busily working on renovating one of the warehouses. The place was massive. The surrounding buildings had been torn down to make room for the expansion. As the van approached, Dan elbowed Russ and pointed to a sign at the entrance to the site. "Future Home of DJ's - where the jocks are dumb and full of cum"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I don't think that we want to know or even fuckin' think about it man."
"Ok boys. Here is where you will be performing your community service. It might not look like much now but give it a month and it will be beautiful. I guarantee it."
The boys stumbled out of the van. Much to their dismay, they found a large group of townspeople had assembled to gawk at the rich boys making fools of themselves. The fact that the town bullies had gotten thrown into the mix was simply icing on the cake. Of course to maximize the boy's embarrassment, the sheriff had leaked to the town exactly when they would be arriving. A group of middle age housewives were giggling like a group of school girls at the site of the viral young men in their sexy revealing clothing. One ran up and gave Ryan's bubble butt a tight squeeze. "Nice and firm." She pulled his shorts down at the back to expose a tight pair of yellow umbro underpants.
"Ladies calm down. There will be plenty of time to play with the boy toys. Right now these naughty young brats have some work to do. I am sure going to enjoy watching them getting all hot, dirty and sweaty for you."
The foremen from various construction crews stepped forward. While they were straight as could be and did not derive the same perverse pleasure as the sheriff at the boys' humiliation, they had been promised extra generous bonuses for hazing the boys.
The chief window installer stepped forward. "Nate and Ryan, you are going to be with me. You are going to spend your day hauling windows off the truck and delivering them around the site. Don't worry. It shouldn't be too hard. There are only about 250 windows. To make it a little more interesting, you two are going to walk on your tip toes so your asses swish back and forth. Then once you have delivered the windows, you two are to hold hands and skip back to pick up the next window like a total pair of fuckin' fairies. Now get going."
To the delight of the crowd, Nate and Ryan reluctantly took each other's hands. They were just about to start skipping to the window truck, when the foreman stopped them. "You little boys make such an adorable little couple. Don't you all agree?" The audience cheered and whistled. "Ryan, why don't you give your new boyfriend Nate a kiss? I am sure this crowd would love it."
To Ryan's and Nate's horror, the crowd began to chant, "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss.". Ryan looked petrified as he leaned in close to Nate. "Sorry about this man." Ryan then gave Nate a quick kiss on the lips.
"That is not what the crowd wanted at all you stupid jock. I heard them shouting kiss not peck. Now give him a real kiss. One where your mouth is open and you slip him a little tongue."
Ryan was so frightened he thought that he might throw up. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
"Dude, I am ready. Just do it."
Nate and Ryan opened their mouths and leaned in for what this time was a passionate kiss. To the crowd's delight, Ryan even slipped Nate the tongue and groped his ass, sliding his hand down the inside of his little shorts and rubbing his play pal's crotch across the front.
"OK you two sexy lovebirds, that is enough. You two need to get a room if you want to have sex. Time to get to work."
Huge laughter and merriment and wolf whistles from the assembled onlookers. The rest of the day was hell for Nate and Ryan. Carrying the heavy windows was hard enough, but standing on their tip toes made it even harder. However to the crowd's delight their embarrassing walk caused their asses to swish back and forth.
At lunch they were forced to play the loving couple again, with Nate sitting on Ryan's lap and both of them feeding each other bits of their lunches and of course plenty of kisses. At the crowd's encouragement and insistence, they were urged to get their cocks out and rub them till they got hard and then pose for camera shots. They knew what would happen if they didn't go along with it and put on a horny little show for the crowd.
Laughing at their predicament and forced sex show, the superintendent then shot Russ and Dan a smart look. "You two blueblooded lads are going to be are garage collectors. A lot mess is generated on a construction site. It is going to be the responsibility of you two brats to pick it up. Now grab a bag and a broom and get moving. Oh by the way, later we are expecting a load of horse manure to use as fertilizer for the grounds. We are going to need you two dumb shits to unload it and spread it around."
Russ and Dan reluctantly took the proffered trash bags and began picking up the garbage laying around. The construction crew was well aware that these two were the trust fund babies so they had devised the most demeaning jobs for them. By the end of the day, they were both hot sweaty messes covered head to toe in garbage and horse shit. Of course various members of the crew and "accidentally" thrown away something important and Russ and Dan had to search through the dumpsters to find it. The crew that it was great to have two little rich brats at their beck and call and could not wait to have more fun with them tomorrow.
As bad as the day had been for the four others, it was much worse for Jake and Scotty.
"So, you two naughty brats are really the reason that we are all here. If you hadn't gotten into that fight, none of this would have happen. We have a very special guest here today. It is going to be your job to help take him around the site so that he can get a sense of the progress we have made. He has a little difficulty getting around these days after he got injured trying to break up a fight between two little hoodlums."
Scotty and Jake scuffed their shoes and looked down at the ground. They knew of course that the Sheriff was talking about, the owner of the restaurant/bed and breakfast they had crashed their cars into. He had tried to break up Scotty's and Jake's fight and ended up getting seriously hurt when he was pushed to the ground.
"You two are going to be his hosts for the day. Remember the rules we discussed. You are to obey his every order."
Scotty and Jake were led to the car where Sam was waiting. Because of his broken leg, Sam was having difficulty getting around. Therefore, the Sheriff had arranged for Scotty and Jake to take him around in a sedan chair. Sam's cock stirred at the site of the two, young virile, sexy boys who were to be his companions for the day.
"Good morning you cheeky little lads. Aren't you two looking adorable this morning. Do a little spin for me."
Their faces burning red, Scotty and Jake turned around and shook their asses for Sam. "Now let's see. I am told that your names are Scotty and Jake but they sound like little boy names. Most particularly Scotty, and yet you are men. I think I should call something more appropriate. So Jakey Jake today you are going to be rechristened CumCum because you make me want to cum in my pants when I see you." Scotty howled with laughter at that. "And Scotty you should really wipe that snotty expression off your face. I have decided to rename you my little pet, Asswipe. Hope you like your new names. Now Cum Cum and Asswipe, thanks to your handy work I am unable to get around that easily so I am going to need help getting out of the car and getting around. Be gentle."
Sam was in heaven as CumCum and Asswipe carefully lifted Sam out of the back of the litter. The boys were a little surprised how heavy the sedan chair was as they picked it up and started moving towards the main construction site.
"CumCum, Asswipe put me down. I forgot that I have presents for you."
Sam produced two presents wrapped in penis wrapping paper. Jake and Scotty were worried about what further humiliations waited in inside. They opened the presents to find bright neon yellow t shirts with their new ridiculous names on them. They took off their vests and tank tops and put on the shirts.
"Don't forget to say thank you, you filthy little brats."
"Uhh...thanks."
"No, no, no. Like you mean it and then bend down and give me a kiss on the cheek."
"Thank you kind sir for these wonderful shirts. We love them. Just like we love our new names."
Sam was in heaven as CumCum and Asswipe each gave him a kiss. For added fun as the were leaning down he gave their balls a squeeze causing them to jump with surprise.
"Let's get on with the tour."
The morning was exhausting carrying Sam around so he could check on the progress of construction. By lunchtime, CumCum's and Asswipe's arms were aching and burning with pain. They had set the sedan chair down under the shade of a tree and were taking turns feeding Sam his picnic lunch.
"Dude, I don't think I can keep this up any longer. I am exhausted."
"Stay strong. I don't think that we really have a choice."
With lunch completed Sam told the boys that he was ready to continue his tour. He was not at all pleased when they started to complain and begged to rest for a little while longer.
"Pick the sedan chair up now you brats and get a move on."
Reluctantly they complied but as they were approaching the main building the muscles in their arms began to shake."
"Please, we have got to put you down or we are going to drop you."
"Don't you dare drop anything or you will be severely punished for incompetence. Remember you are here for the sole purpose of obeying all of my orders."
It was as if Sam was hoping they would fail. CumCum and Asswipe staggered forward. Scotty couldn't take it any more. He tripped and fell to the ground sending Sam spilling from the sedan chair. The Sheriff and deputies came running.
"What have you two assholes done? Sam are you ok? You two get your asses back to the van and wait." Both of them got huge whacks on their backsides for their incompetence. "Tomorrow you are going to face the music for this."
Sam, who was fine, smiled to himself as he thought about what humiliating punishment the Sheriff would devise for Jake and Scotty. Bewildered that they were going to be punished for something they did not believe to be their fault. Scotty and Jake slowly walked back to the waiting van wondering what humiliation they were now going to suffer.
The next day, the crowd found that a stage had been set up in front of the main building. A red velvet curtain hide whatever was on the stage. Chairs had been set up for the audience and a red carpet had been laid down the middle. An elaborate throne had been set up on the left side of the stage where Sam was resting comfortably waiting like the rest of the audience for the boys' arrival. Finally the van pulled up and the boys began to emerge.
First up were Nate and Ryan. They were still dressed as construction workers except they were wearing bright yellow shirts that read "My sexy young boyfriend makes me horny" in blue neon letters. They danced and jiggled their asses down the carpet holding hands as instructed, like a pair of gay boys. When they reached the front, Ryan pulled Nate into a passionate embrace and they began to make out and grope each other. They had been threatened with having to give each other blow jobs if they didn't comply with the unreasonable requests. Suddenly they were dosed with buckets of water so their t shirts now clung seductively to their chests.
"That ought to cool you two off. OK you two, get a room. Go make yourself comfortable on the loveseat we have set up for you." They joined hands and skipped off to the loveseat on the left hand side below the stage so they would be in a prime viewing spot. Per the Sheriffs instructions, they continued to kiss each other and grope each other's crotches. Much to the delight of the crowd, Nate even started to tease Ryan by giving him a hand job.
Next up were Dan and Russ. They were quite the sight. To go along with their garbage duties, they had been transformed into pig boys. Their hard hats were spray painted pink and now had pig ears on them. Their vests and white tank tops had been replaced with neon pink shirts with the words "pig boy" on the front and "I smell like shit" on the back. Similarly, their Jeans shorts were now tight pink athletic shorts with curly pig tails on the back. Their construction boots had been spray painted pink and they wore pink socks instead of white. Their faces had smudges of dirt on them. Finally, plastic pig snouts had been applied to their faces. They were burning with shame. The crowd meanwhile was loving seeing the rich brats dressed so ridiculously. To make matters worse for the pig boys, they were forced to get down on their hands and knees and oink like little baby piggies as they crawled their way up the center aisle, wiggling their butts to make their curly tails swing back and forth.
Finally they made it to the front completely humiliated and faces red with embarrassment. To their horror the construction crew and wheeled one of the garbage dumpsters in front of the stage. It was filled with warm slurry, and mud.
"Ok you stinking pigs. Your chariot awaits. Hop in and we will give you a ride to the site. Russ and Dan had no choice but to jump into the filthy garbage and muck-filled dumpster. To their horror, the crew then took shovels of the left over manure and dumped them over the pig boys' heads. The crowd was laughing hysterically as the garbage shit covered pigs were wheeled away to the right side below the stage to watch the festivities.
Finally the moment they had all been waiting for arrived - Jake and Scotty finally emerged from the van. Today, they were not dressed like construction workers. Instead, they resembled more the sexy little brats they truly were. They both wore blue backwards baseball caps. Both wore tight neon blue shirts which read "NAUGHTY COCKTEASER" in big gold sparkly letters. To add to his sexiness Scotty was wearing his trademark neckchains around his sexy young neck. Jake had a puka shell necklace. They both were wearing very tight royal blue exercise shorts that clung to their skin. It was clear to everyone present that there was nothing underneath. Finally their feet were encased in gleaming white Nike hi tops with long sexy over the calf white tube socks with coordinating royal blue bands along the top. They were definitely a gym class wet dream.
To work up a nice sweat and of course add to their humiliation their hands had been tied behind their backs and their shoelaces tied together. They were therefore forced to wiggle and hop their way up to where Sam waited on the stage. As the boys hopped like rabbits up the red carpet, the audience realized they were both sporting massive erections. They were unaware that Jake and Scotty had been fed massive amounts of Viagra with their orange juice. Due to the warm sun they were both covered in a light layer of sweat by the time they reached the stage. The curtains parted to reveal a pair of stocks with two chairs and holes for their legs. Scotty and Jake were led to the waiting stocks.
"OK you two naughty boys, into the stocks you go." said the Sheriff as he bent down and untied the bad boys' shoelaces.
Scotty and Jake reluctantly sat down into the stocks, sticking their sneaker clad feet through the waiting holes. Their arms were secured behind then with handcuffs. Their arrogant sneers were soon replaced with looks of terror. They quickly realized that, whatever the sheriff and his deputies had planned, it was going to be much worse than getting spankings in the courtroom or wearing ridiculous construction outfits.
"Ladies and gentlemen, these young men have disobeyed the rules. Therefore, they must be punished. Also this gives us the perfect opportunity to demonstrate to you a little bit of the fun that awaits you once we finish the construction of the restaurant behind me. You can look forward to these naughty brats and their buds performing for you nightly. Plus we hope to be adding more boys soon. Now, let's get Scotty and Jake ready for their performance. First, let's lose the baseball caps and give you hats that are a little more suitable for the show."
In order to get the boys even hornier than they already were, the sheriff's two female deputies had only been too happy to assist with today's punishment. They dressed in tight, low cut shirts so the boys would catch glimpses of their ample cleavage and it would help the boys' erections.
The deputies were so very careful to make sure that their breasts brushed up against the boys as they were securing them in the stocks. As a result, both Jake and Scotty found that their tight exercise shorts were even more tented with raging hardons. To complete their sexy outfits the deputies also wore tight short skirts and high heels. The deputies removed the boys' baseball caps, gave their hair a truss and placed on their heads two foot high dunce caps with the words "Dumb Shit" in bold letters.
"Much better. Now the world can see what dumb jocks that you are. Now that you are both wearing something more appropriate on your heads, let's continue. I think that you two would look so much better without those embarrassing shirts on. Ladies, would you be so kind as to help them out?" The deputies took scissors and cut the shirts off the boys, revealing their chests to the crowd that had gathered. Jake's well defined quarterback chest was greeted with immense applause. Although less defined than Jake, Scotty's well toned chest struck a high note as well. The deputies slathered oil on the boys chests so they were gleaming in the sun.
"Very good. Now, during medieval times, the stocks were used for punishing rulebreakers. These two nasty boys failed to follow the orders they were given yesterday so they are here to be punished. Since they were foolish enough not to obey the rules, we are going to treat them like fools. Now who would like to come up here and help us decorate our fools? They need to look a little more clownish."
The group of women eagerly volunteered to assist with Jake. Scotty to his horror saw four of his favourite bullying victims approaching with wicked smiles on their faces. The audience clapped with delight and anticipation as the boys squirmed in the stocks their oiled cheats gleaming in the sunlight. The tormentors picked up the art supplies and got to work. The audience was on the edge of their seats as they watched waiting to see the final masterpieces. Finally they backed away to reveal their works of art. Jake and Scotty looked at each other in horror.
"Dude you look like an idiot."
"You should see yourself."
"Ok, so what do we have here?"
"So we have turned Scotty into the Horny Devil. As you can see we have painted devil horns on his forehead. We have also decorated his face so he has a devil's goatee. You will notice the words 'Horny Devil' on his chest. Finally we have top off his transformation by painting pitchforks and exploding penises on his arms and legs."
"Excellent. And how as Jake been transformed?"
"We have turned him into Cums-a-lot the Clown. As you can see in big bold letters we have written CUMS on his forehead, A on one cheek and LOT on the other. We have also given him a red clown nose, and a ridiculously large comedy smile. As you can see, Cums-a-Lot is very happy when he is cumming. On his chest, we nhave written the suggestions, Tickle My Pickle to See my Water Gun Squirt with an exploding penis on his six pack."
"Thank you very much ladies. Our clowns certainly look more foolish now. But they don't seem very happy. I think that we should do something about that, don't you?"
The deputies then started handing out feathers and encouraging the volunteers to tickle the shaking Scotty and Jake. The boys squirmed as their checks and arm pits were mercilessly attacked for the fun of the onlookers. Feathers found the inside of belly buttons and ears and under noses. Soon, Scotty and Jake were laughing uncontrollably and begging for the tickling torture to stop. Much to their horror, they both realized that the tickling was beginning to make their cocks harden even more, right to the point that it was almost painful. Sam was so excited at seeing the two hotties abused like this that he thought that he might cream himself in his pants right there and then. He barked out some orders to turn himself on even more:
"Come on you dumb shit clown, laugh for me. Not such a tough guy now are you? Laughing like a little boy, in fact huh?"
"Mr. Sheriff, can we see if these foolish clowns are ticklish on their feet?" "Be my guests"
"No. Not my feet, please. I have learned my lesson." Scotty and Jake squirmed and pleaded.
"Wait. Please allow me."
Everyone stopped to stare at Sam. The deputies helped him over from his throne to a seat in front of the stocks. Sam was salivating at the site of the two dumb jocks looking so ridiculous but sexy at the same time in their white hip tops and socks.
Sam smiled as he slowly began loosening their shoelaces. "So CumCum and Asswipe, we meet again. You two really are quite the cockteases. I can't wait to see what you have been hiding in your sexy footwear."
"Please we are sorry we dropped you. Please don't do this."
"Sorry you little pricks but there really is nothing that quite gets me going like the site of a young asshole in his socks. I bet yours are a little damp and sweaty from all that jumping. There, the shoelaces are nice and loose. Ready for the unveiling? I want you two clowns to wiggle your little footies back and forth and get your shoeies off for me you dumb fucks."
Disgusted by the perverted game, but also terrified, Scotty and Jake began to move their feet and whole bodies back and forth to force the high top sneakers from their feet and on to the floor the result being another fine layer of sweat covered their taunt bodies. Finally they managed to get the shoes off. Sam almost creamed himself at the site of the boys' feet encased in their gleaming white socks with sexy blue tips. He pick up one of Jake's sneakers and gave it a sniff.
"Ahh. This is going to be fun. You two really are some sexy mother fuckers. Such nice clean socks. Wiggle your toeies for me. And let's see which of the two of you has the sweetest boy foot smell." Scotty and Jake were in horror as Sam leaned down and smelled their socks. "Very nice Asswipe. A little more exercise and you will have a great musky smell going, but I would have to give the edge to CumCum. His socks were just a little bit more damp. Of course, CumCum that means you will be a little more sensitive to the tickling."
Sam ran his fingers up and down the brats' feet who tried as they might could not help laughing." He then turned to the group of volunteers and said, "I have had my fun for the moment. I will play some more with these clowns and their bratty mates later. You may proceed now with the tickling in earnest."
"No please cut it out. My feet are fucking ticklish. "
The boys were again laughing hysterically as their white sock feet were attacked with fingers and feathers. It was more than they could take. Much to their horror, their socks were pealed off and their bare feet were attacked. One of the nerds ran over to Sam and gave him the socks as a souvenir. Sam held them to his nose and smiled. Both were laughing hysterically now as their feet, chests, belly buttons and arm pits were continually tickled. Much to their embarrassment, they found that they were both getting long, hard erections and their cocks were starting to leak huge strings of precum.
"Hey," said one of the boys tickling Scotty, "these jerkoffs seem to really like this. Look at the wet spots. Let's have a look at what's underneath."
Scissors were produced and the exercise shorts were cut away to reveal the boys' long hard cocks al their glory, the silver threads of pre juice bobbing off the ends of their purple helmets. Jake and Scotty both wished that a hole would open up in the earth and swallow them. There they were completely naked but for the dunce caps on their heads, tied in the stocks with lurid writing on their bodies and raging hardons.
"Looks like our clowns are finally happy and enjoying themselves at last. We can all see very clearly how their penises are enjoying the attention you are all giving them. Time then to move on to our final funtime clown game. I am sure that you have all seen the carnival game where a contestant shoots water from a water gun into the mouth of a clown to blow up a balloon until it pops. Who ever pops their balloon first wins. We are going to play a version of the game. Fortunately, our clowns come with their own water pistols. "
The boys watched with disgust as the deputies slid a long plastic, lubed-up tube over their hard dicks. At the end of the tube was a funnel-like mouth piece.
"Open up and say Ah," one of the deputies teased as she jammed the mouth piece into Jake's mouth. The mouth piece was secured behind their heads with a pink plastic rope so they could not spit them out in the heat of the moment. A look of terror came over both boys as it dawned on them what was about to happen.
"The first team to get their clown off wins. Ready, set GO!"
The teams started tickling the boys like mad men. Feathers were run up and down their cocks and at the same time they were given hand jobs. Almost simultaneously, Scotty and Jake felt their bodies tensing and whined with their sickened frenzy at the fact that they were going to be teased and toyed with so much that their ghastly reward would be having to have their faces filled with their own balljuice. They were literally half way between laughing and crying.
"No, no, no," thought Jake as he could feel himself getting more and more excited.
Despite trying desperately not to climax and thereby blow rope after rope of his own hot semen in his own mouth, Jake felt his entire body tense and then a cum fountain explode from his cock. His body bucked as the cum came rushing out with such a force that it easily up the tube and into his waiting mouth. Jake had no choice but to swallow his own wad of hot white cream. This brought a massive roar from the audience as they saw another huge jet of white shoot round the tube and into the waiting brat's sexy mouth.
"Looks like Cums a Lot has lived up to his name and we have a winner."
At that moment, Scotty could not hold out any longer. His cock too erupted violently sending waves of cum into his own mouth too. More big rounds of applause. As he finished swallowing the boys finally relaxed, sweating and breathing hard. Nate, Russ, Dan, and Josh who were forced to watch their mates' ordeal, nervously looked at their feet knowing that soon they might soon suffer the same sort of public humiliation.
"Hope you boys like the taste of your spunk. There is a lot more where that came from. So if you liked what you saw today, be sure to come to the opening of the DJ's. I promise there are many more humiliations in store for our brats. And a word of warning to the young men in the audience, better behave because DJ's will always be on the look out for new wankers, I mean workers."