This is more of a set up chapter. The good stuff starts in Part 3. Please send any suggestions to jmg_529@yahoo.com.
COMMUNITY SERVICE PART 2
Finally, the opening night of DJs arrived. Judge Hudson and the Sheriff were very pleased with results of the construction of the club. With the extra money from the boys' fathers, they were able to add numerous extras to the club making it the perfect place to teach their prisoners a humiliating lesson. They could not wait to wipe the cocky smile off of the boys' bratty little faces. To that end, the two of them along with the other investors had cooked up a very exciting and humiliating night for the boys as part of the opening night extravaganza. It was bound to be one that no one would soon forget.
Even better, with the anticipation building within the town for the boys' humiliation, the seats for the opening night had sold out in minutes. If this kept up, the days of the town worrying about their budget were over. And, better yet, as a spring break hot spot, they were ensured a steady stream of jocks and frat boys to serve out their community service by working at DJs. Yes, the investment was going to provide revenue and pleasure for years to come.
However, right now Judge Hudson and the Sheriff were more focused on the opening night. For the opening night, they decided to have men only night. At first the women in the town complained, but there were many assurances, that the boys would make up for it at the upcoming ladies night. Now, in just a few hours, the dining room would be full of horny gay men from around the area waiting to see the cocky straight boys get their comeuppance. Those who were lucky enough to have tickets, were lining up on the front steps hours before the doors opened just so they could say they were the first ones through the door.
Having now been moved from their temporary housing to a dormitory in DJs, the six unlucky boys were a lot less happy then crowd that was gathering to ogle at them. A few weeks ago this seemed like such a good idea to avoid going to jail or messing with their futures. But that was before they knew about the perverted humiliations they were going to be subjected to for the next few months. Now it was too late. The club was finished and ready to open. All six of them knew that whatever indignities they had suffered during the construction would pale in comparison to tonight and the weeks to come.
The minutes seemed like hours. Whatever was going to happen, they just wanted it to start so they could get it over with. They had spent most of the day working up a sweat in DJs' state of the art gym. Given the conditions of their probation, they needed to keep their bodies in prime condition. It was definitely the best part of the whole ordeal if you could get best the fact that the gym faced the street and had huge windows so that anyone passing by could view the boys during their work outs. Now, back in the dormitory, having stripped out of their sweaty work out gear and showered for the big night, they lounged on their bunks.
Jake, the quarterback, stretched his athletic frame out on his bunk. "Damn, I am horny. With no pussy around, this masturbation embargo is killing me. These perverts have not allowed me to cum since that day in the stocks during construction. I feel like I am going to bust a nut."
From over on his bunk, Dan glared at Jake, "Hey asshole. We are all suffering. Talking about it will not do any good. How long are they going to keep us waiting? I just want to get this over with."
Just then, the door burst open and the Sheriff strode through with two of his deputies chomping on this ever present cigar. As they had been trained, the boys immediately got up and stood at attention next to their beds. They had been warned that in the main dining room there were "penalty boxes" that anyone who misbehaved would have the miserable experience of spending the night in.
"So Boys, are you ready for your big premiere? Your community service starts in earnest tonight. We came to make sure that you are all properly prepared. Deputies if you would be so kind as to hand out their outfits, it would be much appreciated."
The deputies moved down the line handing out boxes to each of the boys.
"So what kind of faggity shit are you going to make us wear?" Russ asked sarcastically.
"Well why don't you open the boxes up and find out."
Lifting the lids and looking in the boxes, the boys stared at the contents with disbelief. "Is this some kind of joke?" Dan asked. What was so shocking is that neatly folded inside of the boxes were the clothes that Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake were wearing when they were first arrested.
"No joke boys. We thought that ridiculous outfits were not necessary for tonight."
The four cocky dumb shits didn't stop to think that the clothes might be the joke.
"Why don't you get dressed. I am sure you are anxious to put on normal clothes again. We were just trying to scare you before. You didn't really think that the Judge and I were going to treat you like that the whole time did you? I think you have learned your lesson."
"How come they get to wear normal clothes and we still have this perverted shit?" Scotty and Neil held up their outfits for the evening.
The Sheriff had to stifle a laugh. "That is because we did not feel that the two of you had learned your lesson. Besides we wanted our waiters for the night to look cute. Now go get changed so we can have a look at you."
By this point, Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake were once again looking like arrogant frat boys. With the return of their street clothes, the felt a renewed sense of confidence. Jake was even so bold as to saunter up to the Sheriff. "So if those two are the waiters, what is our job for the night?"
"We just thought we would tease the audience a little bit tonight. Your job will basically be to sit on the stage and look hot. It won't be hard for you." As he spoke the Sheriff felt up Jake's biceps. Jake backed away not wanting the pervert to touch him anymore.
"Uhh. Cool I guess."
At that point the other boys burst out laughing as Scotty and Nate emerged dejected from the dressing room.
"You fuckers look so stupid." Ryan taunted. He was finally getting some of his old confidence back.
Nate and Scotty hung their heads in embarrassment. While they should have expected something like this, they could not believe that they were going to have to wear these outfits all night. Judge Hudson and the Sheriff had decided that DJs really needed a couple of play boy bunny waiters for the night. Their shoes were normal enough - black and white Nike high tops. From there they were the polar opposites. Nate had white socks and Scotty had black. There only clothing was a pair of skimpy briefs. Again, Neil's were white and Scotty's were black. On their wrists were tux cuffs and the each wore a black bow tie. To top it off, the each had a large pair of rabbit ears - Neil's were white and Scotty's were black.
"Turn around and show us your back sides."
Mortified, the bunny waiters turned around. The other boys were laughing hysterically at this point. On the backsides of the briefs, were two cotton bunny tails. Again the colors were alternating - Scotty had a white tail and Neil had a black one.
"Shake your tails. Let's see them move."
The other boys thought they may lose it watching the two skater punks humiliate themselves. It was going to be great watching them work their tails off so to speak while they had to was sit and look pretty.
"Ok Boys. It is almost opening time. We best get you over to the dining room. The festivities are about to begin."
Finally to the crowd's delight, the doors of DJ's were opened. They entered through the doors into a long hallway. From the ceiling hung banners of the six jocks that would be providing the entertainment. Of course both the owners and the patrons were hoping that there would soon be many more banners in the entrance hall. The horny crowd salivated that the pictures of Jake in his football uniform, Ryan in his baseball uniform, Dan in tennis whites and Russ ready for lacrosse. Neil was decked out in this soccer uniform, and Scotty was in full skater boy mode. All of them smirking and looking extremely arrogant and cocky. The crowd moved quickly down the hallway to find their seats in the dining room for the main event. There was no point drooling over a picture when they were going to get to see the real deal.
The dining room was dominated by a large stage along the back wall. The red velvet curtains were shut so the audience was left to wonder what was hidden behind them. A large "Welcome to DJ's" sign hung over the stage. Nothing was on the stage except four stools. A catwalk, in the shape of a giant penis jutted out into the room from the stage. On either side of the stage was a cage with a sign that read "penalty box." There were two double doors on both the left and right walls. On invitingly said "this way to the locker room." The other beckoned the visitors to come explore the equipment room. The rest of the dining room was filled with large round tables. Each table had a lazy Susan for easy passing of the food.
After each member of the audience had found his seats at his appointed table, the emcee, a distinguished sixty year old dressed in a tux, came on to the stage. The audience began to clap wildly.
"Gentlemen, Welcome to DJs! I will be your host for the evening. Please join me in welcoming to the stage our sexy out of town guests. - Rascally Russ, Deviant Dan, Raunchy Ryan and Jockboy Jake"
The audience screamed as the four cuties came out and took their places on the stools. They had been instructed to do much preening and posing throughout the night as the audience enjoyed their dinners. They stood there flexing their muscles for the excited audience.
As the boys were taking their positions on the stools, someone shouted, "We wanted to see them without their clothes!"
The emcee pretended to be shocked. "This is a classy establishment. We will have none of that. I think our waiters for the evening have arrived."
The doors to the locker room opened up and Scotty and Nate were pushed through. The house lights when down and a spot light shown on them. They were hoping that a hole would open up and swallow them.
The emcee smiled down at the two waiters from the stage, "hop on in to the room you bunny boys. Don't be shy. The two of you have a lot of work to do this evening." Scotty and Nate started to tentatively step into the room. "No! I said to hop into the room. You stupid skaters need to learn to listen. Now I want you to hop around the room like the little bunnies you are so these nice men can see your cute little outfits.
Resigned to their fate, Scotty and Nate put their feet together and began hoping around the room like bunnies. The audience salivated as they watched their packages bounce up and down. They could not wait to see the boys remove their bunny boy briefs. Soon Scotty and Nate were once again covered in a layer of sweat because of the exertion. They also realized that they were in for a night of groping and touching as they made their way through the crowd. Looking up at the four preening peacocks on stage, they vowed revenge. They figured that there had to be some twist to the narcissist routine. They could not wait to see it.
However, an hour later, the crowd at DJs was getting restless with the slow service. Scotty and Neil were not doing a good job serving the entire restaurant themselves. The two were in a panic as the annoyed patrons barked orders at them and made unreasonable demands. The angry customers also took every opportunity to grope the flustered boys. One customer reached his hand down Nate's briefs as he was trying to serve dinners. Nate jumped in surprise dumping a plate of pasta on to one of the customer's lap. The customer was only mollified after Nate was forced to lick the sauce off him and submit to an over the knee spanking on his bunny boy butt.
Scotty took so long serving one table they decided to have some perverted fun with him. When he tried to appease them with more bread, they told him they would only take it if he stuffed it down his underwear first. Blushing, he pulled open the front of his underwear and put the rolls in. The men at the table made quite the show reaching way down to grab a roll being sure to play with Scotty's cock and balls along the way. The customers kept hoping that something would happen to the four brats up on the stage.
Once Scotty and Nate had finally served all of the tables, the emcee came on to the stage. "Gentlemen, let me apologize again for the fact that we are shorthanded tonight. Our out of town guests appear to be suffering from some sort of mysterious ailment and we thought it advisable to keep them off of the floor until we have a clear diagnosis. Even though something appears to be wrong with them, they are still pretty sexy. Don't you agree?"
The audience hooped and hollered. Finally, things were starting to get interesting. Russ, Dan, Jake and Ryan looked nervously at each other. Their night was starting to take a turn for the worse. Clearly, these old perverts were up to something. The boys realized that they were going to have to do more than simply sit on a stool and look pretty.
The emcee continued to address the audience, "Despite the fact that it took too long to get going," The emcee glared at Scotty and Nate who gulped in fear of what was to come. "We believe that we have an excellent show planned for you tonight. To that end, we need about four volunteers to come back stage and help us out. We promise that you will not be disappointed."
At the sound of this, hands immediately shot up around the room. Whatever was going to happen, every member of the audience wanted to be a part of it. Four eager volunteers were quickly chosen and brought up on to the stage. From the side of the stage, four muscular bouncers appeared. To the shock and horror of the four jocks seated on the barstools, the bouncers unceremoniously picked them up and flung them over their shoulders in a fireman's carrier as if they were young children and not four college aged men. With the eager volunteers in tow, the bouncers carried the cocky frat boys off the stage patting their asses as they went. Russ, Dan, Jake and Ryan knew this was not going to end well for them.
As he was leaving the stage, the emcee addressed the audience one last time, "We will be ready in a few minutes. In the meantime, please continue to enjoy yourselves. I'm sure that our bratty waiters would love to find a lap to sit on for the show."
All heads turned to look at Scotty and Nate in their tight briefs and ridiculous outfits, the patrons licking their lips with delight. Soon a tug of war broke out as the audience tried to secure the prizes for the evening. After much pushing and shoving, Nate found himself on the lap of a muscular bear. The muscular man pinned Nate's arms behind him so that Nate could not get away. Nate struggled trying to get loose, but it was no good. The man had him in a vice grip.
"Lookie what we are getting for dessert boys, a Twinkie." The bear turned to one of the real waiters who were now making their way around the room now that Nate and Scotty were otherwise occupied. He whispered something in the waiter's ear, who smiled and ran off. A few minutes later, the waiter returned and placed a plate full of the requested desert own on the table.
The bear looked down at Nate still squirming around trying to get his arms loose. "Open up your mouth you cocktease and say ahhh."
As Nate opened his mouth he found that it literally was stuffed with a Twinkie. He wanted to gag on the sickly sweet pastry.
"Now you little shit, we are going to have some fun. Do you know why I like Twinkies? Because they are dick shaped. I want you to show us how you suck the cream out. That's right. Keep sucking. You are getting a little cream around the mouth. You need to be more careful not to spill any. Don't worry. We have a whole plate full. We will teach you to be an expert cocksucker by the end of the night."
Nate groaned. This was completely humiliating having to perform this gay shit on a bunch of pastries. To make matters worse, their hands all over his crotch and he could feel his shoes being unlaced. What was it with these fags constantly wanting to grope him and play with his feet? He had no idea what entertainment had been planned for this evening but knew that he was in for a long humiliating night.
"Very good Twinkie. Here comes the next Twinkie. This time, I want you to run your tongue up and down the length of the pastry before you start sucking."
While Nate continued to perform sex acts on the plate of pastries, Scotty was not faring much better at his table. He found himself surrounded by a bunch of sweaty old men.
"So Scotty, we understand that the Sheriff and Judge Hudson haven't let you cum for a week because you have incurred too many penalty points. I bet your dick is just aching for some relief. We may just take pity on you and give you some, eventually. But first we are going to have a little fun. We are going to tease and torment your dick but you better not cum. If you do we are going to punish you."
To Scotty's horror, his skimpy shorts were removed. He tried to reach and cover his dick, but the men held on tight to his arms. The dishes were quickly cleared from the table. Still holding his arms, the men lifted Scotty onto the Lazy Susan. Scotty kicked his legs but soon he found that two more men were holding his ankles. The now sweaty and exhausted Scotty found himself lying spread eagle on the Lazy Susan being held by the arms and legs. Resigned to his fate for the night, Scotty stopped struggling and decided that it was best to just give in to whatever was to happen.
The men at the table began to play with his increasingly hard dick while slowly spinning the Lazy Susan so that everyone got a chance to torment the poor Bunny Boy. The men were further delighted to catch a quick sniff of Scotty's sneakers or lick his sweaty brow as he spun around. Scotty thought he might be sick and tried hard to think about anything other than how badly he wanted to cum. He definitely did not think this was something that he could keep up for the rest of the night.
"So you little cum fountain, hope you behave yourself and don't spray us with your boy spunk before we tell you to. If you feel yourself getting close, just start yelling 'My Boy Juice is coming, my boy juice is coming." Scotty groaned. Not only did he now have a massive case of blue balls, but he was starting to feel slightly sick from the constant spinning of the Lazy Susan. He wished that he would just blow his wad so that this would over and he could return to the dorm. If they kept this up much longer it would be a race to see if he would throw up or cum first.
As Nate continued to suck the cream out of the Twinkies in increasingly lurid ways and Scotty concentrated with all his might not to erupt, the emcee returned to the stage. To the audience's surprise, he had traded his traditional tux for doctors' scrubs and a lab coat.
"Gentleman, as I told you we have a very serious problem here at DJs. It seems that our out of town guests have come down with a strange ailment and we need your help diagnosing the problem."
The curtain parted to reveal a medical office scene complete with four examination tables (including stir ups!) covered in white paper. Sitting on the four tables were the missing DJs - Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake. For the fun tonight they had been dressed again as the stereotypical arrogant frat boys they look like when they had first arrived. Russ was wearing his tight jeans, a green polo (with popped collar) and his chunky white Lacoste sneakers. Dan was also looking extremely yummy as he casually kicked his leg against the table in his gray Puma sneakers, kakis and a cotton madras shirt. Ryan and Jake were dressed as their typical jock selves in Nike sneakers, sweats and sleeveless tees. None of them looked extremely happy to be there since they had promised a particularly humiliating evening.
"So boys we understand that you are all suffering a mysterious illness. Fortunately, we have some volunteer doctors here to help us get to the root of the problem. Gentlemen, please make your way to the stage."
The four volunteers from early came out onto the stage, all smiles. They too had changed into green doctors' scrubs. They stood next to their designated boy.
"So we need to give you lads a physical examination so that our doctors can come up with a diagnosis. We had better first take an oral history."
The doctor next to Russ turned to him and said, "So young man, why don't you tell me what the problem is."
With his now trademark cocky, arrogant sneer, Russ looked at him and said, "Clearly it is that you are a fucking pervert."
The other boys laughed and gave Russ a thumbs up, but the emcee was not amused. "You will behave you little shithead or it will be a trip to the penalty box for you. Bet you would just love to spend the evening trying different size dildos up your ass."
Russ grimaced at the thought bowed his head in defeat and played along, "I don't know exactly doc. I just know my bros and me are not feeling very good."
"Well. Let's see what we can do about that. First, let's have a look your mouths. Open up and say aah."
As Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake opened their mouths they immediately found that the volunteers had stuck tongue depressors deep into the back of their throats. They could barely control the gagging, as the wooden sticks were pressed hard on their tongues. As the boys continued to say ah the spit began to pool in their mouths.
"Come on boys, you need to get used to having things shoved into your mouths. Everything looks ok in their mouths. Considering the potty language that comes out if them maybe we need to wash them out with soap."
Jake shuttered at the thought remembering his treatment in the courtroom.
"Better test their gag reflexes." The doctors then began to push the tongue depresses to the back of the boys' throats causing them to further gag.
"All right, take out the tongue depressors. I guess the boys do not have a throat problem. We better keep searching. Let's test their reflexes."
The boys were made to sit back down on the table. The doctors began hitting their knees with rubber hammers to make sure they would react. Of course they did.
"Hmm. This is really interesting. I wonder what could be wrong with them. We had better keep up this physical."
"Dude, there is nothing wrong with us."
"Of course there is. Let's check their blood pressure."
The doctors placed blood pressure cuffs around the boys' arms and began to pump them up.
"All look completely normal. Better listen to their hearts and breathing. Ok boys. Time to remove those shirts. Arms up and reach for the sky."
Reluctantly, the four little brats took a deep breath and raised their arms. By now, they were fairly used to losing their clothes but it did not mean that they liked it any better. Jake and Ryan had a fairly easy time as their doctors removed their t shirts. Russ' head got stuck as the doctor tried to pull off his polo without unbuttoning it all the way. Finally the doctor manages to yank it off. Russ emerged bare cheated, red in the face and his hair slightly messed up. He tried to fix his hair as the audience whistled and yelled cat calls at the sight of the boys' gleaming chests. Bad as it was for Russ, it was worse for Dan. The doctor slowly unbuttoned his shirt savoring as Dan's smooth chest.
"Very nice. What a handsome little fucker you are."
"Now, now. We have some important business to take care of. We need to continue these unfortunate boys' medical evaluations. Time to check their heartbeats."
The boys winced as the extra cold stethoscopes were applied to their bare chests.
"No their heartbeats seem fine. Well I wonder what the problem could be? You better measure their heads."
The boys had puzzled looks on their faces as the doctors took out tape measures and began to measure the circumferences of their heads calling out the measurements to the emcee who wrote them down on the big chart.
"Well now we are on to something. Looks like these boys have some big heads. Hand them these mirrors and see what happens."
The doctors handed each brat a handheld mirror. As they had been previously instructed they all started preening and fixing their hair.
"Hmm. They all seem to like the look of themselves. Now we should check their feet. Hop back up on the table boys."
As instructed, Russ, Dan, Ryan and Jake sat back up on the exam tables. The doctors bent down and began to unlace the boys' sneakers. As the shoes were removed, the doctors all stuck their noses deeply into the sneakers and inhaled. They then proceeded to remove the boys' other shoe again inhaling the sneakers' scent. They lifted the boys' white socked feet to their faces and breathed deeply. Finally, they carefully removed the socks and licked the bottom of their feet lapping up the salty jock sweat.
"Yup. These boys do have the sweet foot smell of young jocks. Ok. So as symptoms so far, we have big head, likes the look at themselves in a mirror and foot smell. Let's continue. It looks like next we had better check these boys for hernias. Best take their pants off."
As was expected by this point by all of them, the four found their pants unceremoniously removed. The audience cheered and cat calls reverberated throughout the room at the sight of sexy lads now in nothing but their rather skimpy briefs. The doctors stuck their hands down the boys' pants getting their first feel of their cocks, had them turn to the side and cough as though they were really checking them for hernias.
"Well, everything looks good. Maybe we should take their temperature the old fashion way."
The boys gulped as their undies were lowered and they were made to get up on all fours on the exam table with their bubble butts sticking up in the air. The doctors lubed up four rectal thermometers and stuck them up the boys' asses. They winced as the cold thermometers were shoved further up their behinds.
"Let's hope you dummies remembered to wash your asses this morning. Ok docs. Remove the thermometers and read the temperatures. I promise that you will get some more time to play with those asses a little later. Hmm. These readings all seem normal. We still have not figured out what is wrong with these boys. Better do a more extensive physical exam."
The doctors then began to examine the boys' penises and testacies.
"Well they do seem to be on the large side."
"Yes. And all four have a liberal amount of pubic hair."
"We better take a urine sample."
To the disgust of the boys, four cups were produced and they were made to pee in them right then and there.
"Well, I think there is one more test and then we are ready for our diagnosis. We need to check for hemorrhoids. Back on to the tables with you."
The now naked brats hopped back on to the tables and placed their feet on stirrups. With glee the doctors snapped on latex gloves and began playing with boys' anuses. The boys winced as they could feel the fingers probing deeper and deeper. Finally they were removed. The doctors huddled together with the emcee talking in low voices. The boys stood there stark naked unsure what they should do next or if they should get dressed. Finally, the Emcee addressed the audience.
"Gentlemen. You will all be pleased to know that we have reached a diagnosis. Unfortunately, there boys are suffering from severe cases of Arrogantitis. Fortunately, there is a treatment. When a boy this age has Arrogantitis, the best medicine is a heavy dose of public humiliation. Give us a few moments so we can get started." The audience clapped and cheered wildly as the curtain closed. The boys had looks of terror wondering what could be in store for them now. It was looking like this was going to be a good night after all!