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Brian's Sleep Walking Adventure By SirBosk1

? 2005 SirBosk1

This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to write this story. It is based on a "true incident" with a lot of embellishments. All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. That is, except for the "urban myth" about a sleep walking football frat brother and his abandonment in another town. It starts a bit slow so please be patient..

This story contains scenes of kidnapping, non consensual exhibitionism, bondage, spanking, water sports, CFNM, forced homosexual acts and other erotic themes between adults of college age or older. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your votes, and comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions for future stories.

Part 1

Chapter 1, The God

Brian Erickson grew up on a large farm near a small college town in northern Indiana. His people were simple folks that believed in virgin brides and virgin grooms. They also believed that excelling at sports was praising God's gifts.

Brian worked hard around the farm and was blessed by his Nordic heritage. He was tall and very firm, 6 foot 3 inches, 200 pounds and had almost perfect muscle definition. He was blond with startling violet eyes like Elizabeth Taylor.

Thor had come to earth and lived in northern Indiana!

Pushed by his stern father to excel at sports, he did pretty well in basketball and track but really excelled at football, at least after he started taking steroids to bulk up. His hard work around the farm, weight training and the steroids built a magnificent wide receiver.

Brian's family was very proud. He was a hero on the local high school football team. He was handsome and most of the girls in school and some of the boys lusted for him as he moved gracefully and purposely through the halls. In High School, he was a god, the envy of all the boys and the focus in the erotic dreams for most of his female school mates and a lot of the women around the small rural town.

However, Brian was very unhappy.

He didn't like the hard boring work on the farm or the isolation.

He didn't like his stern strict parents who locked him and his sisters in their bedrooms at night to "keep them from being tempted by the evil world."

But most of all he was scared to death of dating.

How could that be?

He was a local celebrity, helping his team whip their local rivals for the northern Indiana football championship. He had caught 15 passes for 250 yards in that game, humiliating the defense.

Did his strict upbringing make him avoid women?

Did his parents forbid him to date?

No, that wasn't it.

So, what was this hero's problem.

He had a dick and balls the size of an under developed 14 year old! Brian was paying the price for his steroid use! He was afraid one of the lusty farm girls would jump his bones and reveal his secret.

In High School it wasn't a problem for him. The coach and student body knew he wasn't a rocket scientist. He had to study to keep his grades up to play sports. He wasn't dumb, but he was a slightly below average student. He had hard work to do at home, helping on the farm like most of the students. His parents were known to be very protective and his physical isolation on the 3000 acre farm made it easy for him to convince his friends he just didn't have time for girls.

After the big game and the great press, Brian got noticed by a scout from one of the larger universities in Indiana who was visiting his friend, the coach of the high school. Brian had become a hot prospect for the Big Ten school!

The scout approached Brian and made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

Due to Brian's clean record and spotless reputation, Brian would get a full scholarship including room and board. He was guaranteed membership in the college's jock fraternity and a starting position on one of the best college football teams in the country.

His parents were reluctant to allow him to accept the offer, even though the University was only 50 miles away. However, Brian was wildly enthusiastic about the opportunity. It got him a free ticket away from the farm and his loving but over strict parents. He would be free and all he would have to do is what he was already doing.

Finally, the scout and Brian's coach persuaded his parents to allow Brian to accept.

Chapter 2, Frat House Pervert

College started great for Brian.

His classes were hard but the work load and practice schedule were manageable.

There was a lot of publicity in the college town's papers about this hot prospect and the paper's sports photographer loved this beautiful young man's look. Just about everyone knew who he was and were very happy he was joining their winning team. The professors cut him a break in class and the Coach was very happy with the rookie.

Brian moved into the fraternity as soon as he got to the school and he was taking a light school schedule to allow him to focus on his reason for being there.

However, something was going very wrong for Brian.

Every morning, Brian found himself on the couch in the living room of the fraternity in a ball, nude!

At first, his brothers were thrilled he was a member of their fraternity since he dramatically improved their recruiting for new pledges and increased their status on campus, but this was unacceptable.

Having someone lying nude in the living room every morning was getting to be a big problem.

Girl friends of Brian's brothers were freaking out from the free show when they stopped by before morning classes.

Delivery men were complaining. The postal person had filed a complaint with the government about the lewd behavior.

The coach was getting angry calls and the university administration was getting worried.

Brian tried everything he could think of to stop it. He stopped sleeping nude like he did at home and started sleeping in pajamas.

Still it kept happening.

He stopped undressing at all but still woke up nude in the living room.

He locked his door, thinking someone was sneaking in and somehow stripping and moving him.

Still he ended up on the couch, nude.

His brothers were getting surly. They were getting tired of this "pervert."

Finally, one Saturday night late after a wild party at the house, two of his brothers came back a little drunk after dropping off their dates and were sitting in the living room. They were bragging about how well they did that night. Both were strong good looking men, members of the baseball team, and both had beautiful but new girl friends. They were both lying. Neither of them had gotten anywhere with their dates. They were irritated and horny.

Suddenly, Brian walked in, fully dressed and stood in front of them. His eyes were open but he didn't respond to them. He started taking his clothes off, staring straight ahead. They yelled at him, telling him to stop but he kept on going until he was nude.

Then he did something that completely blew their minds. He tried to curl up on the couch they were sitting on! There he was with his tiny dick and balls, trying to snuggle with them!

That did it! These guys freaked out. Hearing all the yelling, several of the other brothers came down from their rooms to see what was going on. There, on the couch was Brian. Nude again but this time he had not yet curled into a ball. His microscopic cock and balls were exposed to all of them.

Finally, one of the house leaders came down and asked what was going on. After seeing Brian's minuscule package, he started laughing, starting them all laughing. He sent everyone to bed and told them they would straighten it all out in the morning. Everyone left the living room headed for their rooms, leaving the nude Brian again on the couch, this time with an old navy blanket over him.

The two men, Matt and Mark, didn't want to let it go. This faggot freak had made a pass at them and was making the house sound like a bunch of perverts. The frat's reputation was going to hell fast. Their new girl friends teased them all night about the perverts in their fraternity.

They quietly left their rooms and went to the living room. There they stood Brian up and wrapped him in the Navy blanket. They guided Brian out to Matt's truck and the three of them drove away. Brian was sleeping soundly between them nude but for the blanket, a big smile on his face, snuggled between the two strong pissed off men.

Matt and Mark had a great idea, at least it sounded like it at the time. They were going to take Brian to his home town and leave him on the steps of the court house, just like he liked it, nude. That would show him! He'd get thrown out of school and they would be rid of the pervert!

Well, Mark and Matt were not from Indiana and were not real sure where Brian's town was but they had a good idea about the general direction. Finally after an hour of driving they were thoroughly lost and had given up on their plan. They pulled into a small town and there on the out skirts of town was an all night laundry. The lights were on and no one was in there so they decided it was close enough.

They again bundled Brian up in the blanket and guided him into the laundry to a table for folding up clothes and Brian curled up, smiling like he was safe at home. Matt pulled the blanket from Brian's hands and they left him there, nude and asleep.

Chapter 3, The Assault

Suddenly Brian felt a sharp pain in his ass!

It was daylight, he was naked and not in his bed at the fraternity!

He sprung up and was confronted by a big boned 40ish woman holding a broom like a sword, poking it at him, yelling.

"You pervert son of a bitch, get the hell out of here or I will call the police."

Brian didn't know what was going on but he knew he had to get out of there. If he got arrested for being a pervert, his parents and minister would be devastated. He would be disgraced and he would get tossed out of school, maybe even put in jail!

He sprang up, exposing his small package to the imposing woman, and ran out.

Mary Slovinsky, the owner and operator of the laundry sat down with a thump on a chair. She was shaking from the confrontation, adrenaline pumping from the initial fear and excitement of seeing the big nude man. She started to calm down, replaying the incident in her mind and she started to laugh, remembering his tiny pecker and balls. He couldn't rape anyone with that equipment! Her mind began to work again.

Mary was a hard working woman, spending long hours at her regular job plus all her spare time running the laundry her husband had left her.

She had a young son going to the local junior college and had a lot of bills to pay. He had a shot at a football scholarship as a defensive end but lost it in the big game the previous year due to a humiliating loss to the other school. He had been made to look like a fool by the other team, particularly by one of their wide receivers.

Then she remembered where she had seen that pervert son of a bitch before. That was him!

She sprang up and called her son, telling him that that bastard from the other school had been sleeping naked in her laundry when she came in to clean up and was running around the neighborhood still naked. Luke, her son, told her he would be right over with some of his buddies from the team to catch the bastard and show him what happens to perverts in their town.

Then she called her brother, Joseph Frankovich, a decorated member of the county police, and told him what had happened. Joe had felt really bad when Luke had lost his scholarship chances and he was really pissed off that the guy mostly responsible for screwing up Luke's chances had perved his sweet hard working sister.

He told his partner what was going on and called his Sergeant to tell him he needed a personal day due to a family crisis.

Then he jumped into his squad car and headed for his sister's town, siren and lights.

Part 2

Chapter 4, The Hunt

Brian was running down an alley behind the laundry and the other stores in the strip mall when he finally stopped to look around to see if he was being followed.

He had no idea where he was and he was totally naked.

What the hell was going on? Where was he? What was he doing there naked and who had taken him there?

He relaxed a bit, no one was following.

He needed clothes. The chill of the morning was shrinking his already tiny pecker and he needed to find out where he was and get back to the school without getting arrested.

Looking around he figured out he was behind a strip mall that butted up against a mature blue collar neighborhood with small white frame houses, mostly built just after WW II.

There was a combination of small dumpsters and garbage cans lining the alley. Maybe ?

He started scrounging in the cans. First finding one blue flip flop that just fit and then finding a translucent plastic shower curtain with pale blue fish on it. Remembering a movie he had seen recently, he pulled the curtain out and using a piece of broken glass, he cut the curtain into a poncho.

Taking a short length of twine from a stack of discarded news papers, he tied the curtain around his waist, cinching it closed to at least block the wind and cover his nudity. It didn't cover everything, ending just below his athletic ass and crotch but it made him technically, "decent."

Slightly limping with only one flip flop he worked he way down the street. His strong muscular legs were completely exposed but he was proud he had solved his clothing problem. He began looking for something better now that he was no longer "nude."

Finally he had covered the whole block without finding something better to wear. He had found some discarded stale donuts behind a diner and was no longer hungry.

Fed and clothed, he felt pretty good.

Suddenly, he heard men yelling and a horn beeping repeatedly. He spun around to see what was going on.

Behind him was a beat up red pick up truck. There were at least two men in the cab and more in the back. It had just turned into the alley.

It was headed his way, the driver pounding on the horn. The men in the back were yelling and shaking their fists.

He started running. His flip flop flew off his foot.

A good 440 runner and sprinter, he had speed but with no shoes and no knowledge of where he was, he was handicapped.

Being the cocky god like creature he thought he was, he was not afraid. He had always won. The truck couldn't drive through the yards and no one could catch him on foot.

He crossed the street and started running cross country through yards, thinking they couldn't catch him in the grass.

He easily hurdled hedges and low fences loping along like a buck deer through the meadow.

Neighbors, hearing all the noise, looked out to see what the commotion was all about.

They saw a tall powerfully built nearly naked young man streak through the back of their yard.

The shower curtain was streaming behind him, fully exposing his pumping ass.

Many laughed, while others yelled at him, calling him a pervert.

A few of the younger men joined the chase.

The men standing in the back of the truck spotted him again and directed the driver on a parallel path, easily keeping pace with him.

Their prey was in sight. They knew who they were chasing and why. This was great sport!

After 3 blocks, finally running all out, he was tiring quickly and stopped.

His side was stitching and the scratches along his lower legs and thighs were beginning to burn.

He was sweating despite the cool temperature.

He didn't realize it but his improvised poncho was sticking to him, making it almost invisible.

He was virtually nude again!

Seeing their chance, the men in the back of the truck had the driver stop.

They jumped out of the truck bed and gave chase on foot.

Catching his second wind, Brian, knowing he was very fast, figured he could out run anyone.

What he didn't realize was that his pursuers were most of the defensive backfield of the opposite team in the Big Game.

These guys had speed almost equal to his and they were fresh while he was winded.

Within a half a block they had tackled him and had him pinned down on his belly, two of them sitting on him. These were big powerful pissed off men. He wasn't going anywhere.

To make matters worse, the twine had broken and the curtain no longer covered him. What did cover him was transparent.

His perfect muscular ass was exposed. He was breathing heavily, covered in dew from the wet grass and barefoot.

Luke walked up and grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back.

Spitting in his face he yelled, "well, pervert, we've got you now. You're going to be sorry you asshole. I've been looking forward to this since my Mom called me. Brian isn't it?"

Brian's heart sank. This guy knew who he was! He was caught! He was screwed!

Little did Brian know how prophetic that thought was.

Part 3

Chapter 5, The Punishment

One of his buddies had picked up the twine during the chase and gave it to Luke.

Even though Brian struggled, with the help of his buddies, Luke easily tied Brian's hands crossed behind his back.

Pulling out his clasp knife, Luke cut a long thin strip from the curtain and used it to temporarily tie Brian's ankles together.

Catching their breath, the hunting group rested while Luke flipped his cell phone and called his Mom.

"Mom, we got the bastard over on Maple Street and have him tied up. We'll be over to your place in a couple of minutes. Before we leave we want to warm him up first."

Mary said, "Great, son, the laundry is filling up with the Sunday morning woman's group like usual and I have been filling them in. They've been calling all of their friends to come over. A lot of the neighbors heard all the noise and they're on their way too. Your Uncle is coming and told me to tell you not to hurt him too bad or you'll be in trouble too."

"Great, Mom, we'll be over in a bit."

Hanging up his phone, Luke told his buddies about the audience that was building and told them he wanted to do a little preliminary punishment before they left for his Mom's.

With his hand's and feet tied, held down by two linebackers, Brian was helpless. He was also getting very worried.

"Well, Brian, I don't think you know who we are, do you?" growled Luke.

Brian didn't know and pleaded that he didn't intentionally streak Luke's Mom, that someone had stripped and dumped him there.

"We all know you're full of shit Brian. You're a pervert and probably do this all of the time. You don't have your buddies to protect you this time. You just got caught this time and by the defense of the North Central football team. We're not going to let you go until you get what's coming to you."

Brian, gasped, really frightened now. These guys hated him! He started struggling again but gave up almost immediately when he realized there was no way he could break free.

Luke began pulling out his belt. Understanding immediately, several of the other men did the same.

Luke's buddy, John said, "well, it was your Mom so you give the first licks. Leave some for us!"

Doubling his belt, with the buckle in his hand, Luke swung the belt over his head and brought it down hard on Brian's ass, right across the plumpest part. Instantly a white stripe appeared that quickly turned very red and swelled into a welt.

His buddies cheered and John said, "that was a good one, stopping there?"

"Not hardly," Luke said and continued to flail away at Brian's reddening ass and thighs.

Finally, getting winded, Luke stopped. "Ok guys, your turn."

Luke stepped back, rethreading his belt into his pants.

Brian was trying to escape the blows that were rapidly turning his ass and thighs redder and redder, changing from bright pink to blood red in no time. He could do nothing to avoid the blows.

Brian's enemies were big strong pissed off men and were not holding back. They were paying Brian back for their humiliation the previous year and for perving Luke's Mom. They were on a mission.

Brian had never felt such pain. Even on the football field, where he had taken a lot of hard hits.

He begged them to stop but all they did was laugh at him.

He started crying, promising them anything if they would please stop.

But they wouldn't stop.

They enjoyed his cries for mercy, his pleading, his screams. He was getting what he deserved.

Finally, Luke called a halt to the fun, reaching down with his knife, he cut the rest of the curtain from Brian's shoulder and back.

Brian was nude again, covered only by mud, some odd leaves and twigs. His body was wet from sweat and dew, glistening in the morning sun.

"Turn the bastard over. Its time to get him up and over to my Mom's. She has a surprise waiting for him."

Despite the beating and the humiliation from the whipping, Brian feared this more.

Luke cut the plastic strip holding his ankles and they stood him on his feet, holding him firmly by his strong arms and wrists.

Brian tried to bend over to hide his tiny package but Luke kicked him square in his sore ass, straightening him.

Suddenly John noticed Brian's tiny prick and nuts and yelled, "no wonder he was running so fast, his dick is smaller than my kid brother's!"

Kicking his legs apart, John cried, "look at that tiny thing. It's like a clit. Brian's a big girl."

Not believing it, they all had a look and started roaring with laughter.

Brian blushed from head to toe. His secret had been exposed to his worst enemies.

"Well, since he's a big girl, maybe he sucks cock like a girl," said John.

Thinking it over, Luke said, "Not now, I promised my Mom we would warm him up and bring him over to the laundry. He's warm enough for now. Bring him over to the truck."

Brian breathed a sigh of relief until it dawned on him that Luke had said, "not now."

Chapter 6, The Showers

Dragging the nude wide receiver to the truck, John said, "We can't take this filthy bastard to your Mom's laundry. He'll get the clothes dirty and he's not riding in my clean truck. I just washed it!"

Luke, thinking the same thing as they dragged Brian along, had an idea.

"Retie his hands in front of him," Luke said. "Take him to the back of the truck."

Luke pointed to a coil of rope in the back of John's truck said, "Tie his hands with the rope and attach the rest to the bumper hitch. Make sure the rope is only 6 feet long. I have an idea."

Liking any thing that would humiliate their enemy more, the rest of them hastened to comply.

With Brian retied behind the truck, Luke told the rest to climb in back. "John, pull away slowly and head for my Mom's."

Slowly the truck moved away, forcing Brian to jog behind them, his magnificent ass flexing and spreading as he tried not to fall.

Luke, unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick and started pissing on Brian, hitting him first on the top of his blond head, then lower, hitting him in the face.

As Luke's stream weakened, it continued to lower, finally hitting Brian in the belly just above his blond pubic hair, running down his tiny cock and balls, rolling down his thighs and calves to his bare feet.

Laughing at the show, the rest lined up, betting who could hit him in the face, his eyes and mouth, their piss continued to stream down his body.

Because of the effort to keep up, and winded from the chase and beating, Brian was gulping down air, trying to feed his starving lungs. With his mouth open, trying to breath, he was swallowing some of the piss, sometimes choking on it as it tried to enter his lungs with his breath. It shot out of his nose as he coughed, making it even harder to breath.

Normally a jog of half a mile like this one would have been easy for Brian. But, he had been coughing and trying not to breath through his mouth to avoid swallowing piss. He was tiring fast and had already stumbled a couple of times, almost going down.

As they slowly moved through the streets, Luke's neighbors and other town's people started coming out of their houses to witness the spectacle. Luke yelled at them, "We caught the bastard that perved my Mom. It's that wide receiver from Western!"

The whole town had been humiliated by the defeat the previous year and they cheered as Brian was being drenched, paraded through town. The pervert deserved it!

By the time they reached Luke's Mom's place, Brian was soaked and breathless. However, he was clean but for a thin yellow sheen, some mud and dust on his feet and ankles. His mouth tasted horrible and he was naked with his tiny dick and balls even more shriveled, chilled by the rush of air as he ran and the fall temperatures. Every ragged breath smelled like piss.

Exhausted, he fell to his knees as they stopped behind the Laundromat.

Chapter 7, The Bath

John parked in the small lot behind Luke's Mom's place. The lot wasn't very big, just large enough for a couple of cars and his truck.

Next door was the town pet store where Jude's Dad made a good living as the town Vet and only pet supply outlet for miles.

Luke got out of the truck cab, came around the back and untied Brian. "Get up asshole, we need to hose you down before you go in.

Brian struggled to his feet, his hands tied in front of him. He stood with his head bowed down, wavering slightly on his big size 13 feet.

Jude, understanding immediately, grabbed the long black hose at the back of his Dad's store and started spraying down Brian with cold tap water, sluicing off the piss and mud. The water poured off of Brian and into the pea gravel, running slowly to the curbside storm drain.

While Jude was hosing Brian, Luke went over to the dog run and reached inside for a large old dog collar that was hanging from a long rusty chain made of twisted machine links. He couldn't get the chain loose and it was too strong to break but the collar unclipped easily.

When Jude was satisfied, Luke put the collar on Brian, cut another 6 foot length of rope from line in the truck and tied it to the collar as a leash.

"Before we go inside asshole, do you have to piss or shit? I don't want you messing up my Mom's place?" said Luke.

Brian said, "I need to pee."

"Well, go ahead faggot, piss. Just don't get any on yourself, we don't have time to hose your off again," Said Luke.

"What, here in the open?" Cried Brian.

"Quick fucking around, shit head, of course here!" said Luke.

Embarrassed, Brian took his tiny pecker between two fingers and stated pissing towards the storm drain as Jude ran the hose to help it along. The stream was thin but strong and seemed to never end.

Luke yanked on the leash, "Are you going to take forever or are you holding back so you can play with yourself, faggot?" laughed Luke.

When his head and shoulders were pulled to the side, Brian's aim faltered and he pissed on the rope still hanging from his tied wrists, spraying his crotch, thighs and Luke!

Enraged that Brian had pissed on him, Luke yanked on Brian's leash again while punching him hard in the gut. Luke's granite fist sank into Brian's slack stomach, seemingly, all of the way to Brian's spine.

His breath violently forced out of him, this time, Brian went down to the gravel on his hands and knees, still pissing on himself.

As Brian gasped to regain his breath, Luke put his boot on Brian's flank and shoved him over on his back, feet and tied hands flailing away like an inverted turtle.

While Luke held the rope leash and stood on the rope tied to Brian's wrists, Jude hosed him down again. This time Jude dialed the nozzle to the tightest stream to apply the most force possible. He trained the harsh stream on Brian's face and chest, down to his belly and held a steady blast on Brian's nuts.

Brian started to curl himself up to protect his wounded nuts but two of the other men each quickly grabbed an ankle and spread him wide, pulling his legs and ankles as far as they could, almost into a perfect cheerleader splits.

Still breathless, Brian couldn't even scream his agony.

"Bring his legs up here so Jude can get at the faggot's ass too," ordered Luke.

Laughing and holding Brian's knees locked, Pete and Jed started walking Brian's legs up his body, separating at Luke so Brian was bent in half with his ass wide spread and open, exposing his tight virgin asshole to everyone.

Jude moved the stream up and down, first on Brian's nuts and then on Brian's asshole, then back again, trying to force water into him while punishing his nuts.

Jude was succeeding. Clear water was first streaming into Brian and then shooting out, no longer clean. Brian was humiliated and crying from the pain in his nuts and belly.

Roaring with laughter, the men kept their positions until the water ran clear and Luke tired of the cruel game.

"That's enough Jude, rinse him off. We're running late," said Luke.

After Jude changed the nozzle to a spray and finished, Pete and Jed released Brian's ankles.

His legs sprang forward, releasing the painful tension to his hamstrings and his feet slammed into the ground.

Luke moved off the rope holding his hands but held onto the leash.

"Come along pervert, my Mom's friends are waiting for you," said Luke.

Brian, fearing more abuse, struggled to his feet again, straining at the leash to avoid another blow to his already spasming gut.

Still unsteady on his feet, dripping water and held by a leash, he was forced to follow Luke as he opened the back door of the Laundromat.

He made a cute picture, his rosy wet magnificent ass shining in the morning sun.

Part 4

Chapter 8, The Party

As Luke, Brian and the others entered the Laundromat, they were greeted by squeals of laughter and excitement.

Inside, there were 20 or 30 local women and a few middle aged men.

The men were laughing and booing while the women began to heckle the big handsome jock.

He was pulled in by Luke, the owner's son and Brian's enemy.

Brian had his head down and he was wet and nude, having just been washed and flushed by Brian and his buddies.

Brian's hands were tied together at the wrists, cupped around his genitals to hide his shame.

Less than 45 minutes earlier, Brian had been discovered by Luke's Mom. He was curled in a ball sleeping nude on one of the folding tables.

He had surprised the drowsy woman who grabbed the first weapon in reach to defend herself from this pervert. Frightened, she had jabbed Brian in ass with the tip of a broom then held him off while she screamed at him to get out.

Brian had awoken, himself surprised at his state and location, then fled.

When Mary had recovered. After recognizing the pervert, she had called her woman's group to tell them what had happened. She told them that her son was bringing the pervert back to the store and they all hurried over for the show.

Luke took the rope attached to Brian's wrists and tossed it over one of the pipes overhead.

He hauled up on it and stretched him tightly.

Then he tied the loose end off to another pipe, securing Brian perfectly.

Brian's hands were now pulled away from his tiny package, exposing him.

Seeing his microscopic dick and balls, all the woman laughed.

Brian started blushing again and started to cry.

"Look at the little girl," one of the women screamed. "He's balling."

Luke took the famous broom from his Mom, disconnected the rope leash from Brian's collar and cut it in two.

With the help of his team mates, he tied each end of the broom to Brian's legs, spreading them about 4 feet.

With the short length of rope holding his wrists, that lifted him off the floor, suspending him.

Now, he was hanging like a pi?ata.

There he hung, naked and exposed, his wet dick and balls hanging out in front of dozens of clothed women.

"Well, ladies, he's all yours," said Luke, grinning.

Stunned by the opportunity to do what they wanted to the hunk with the tiny package, the room was silent as the church they had just left.

Finally, a young woman about 25 walked up to him, reached around and grabbed his left ass cheek. She pulled gently and started him to twirl around slowly.

As he spun around, his red welted magnificent ass came into view.

Several of the women gasped, not from the welts but from the perfect shape of the wide receiver's beautiful butt.

One woman sighed, "What a waste of a great ass."

Emboldened, the young woman started to stroke Brian's inner thighs and butt, teasing the big jock.

The woman was also blond like Brian and very pretty.

Despite his humiliation or perhaps because of it, his tiny dick started to stiffen.

It finally got as large and hard as it was going to get, three inches long and half an inch in diameter. It was pulsing and bright red.

Giving up on the athlete since she had him as hard as possible, the young woman stepped back to be replaced by a harsh looking older woman who slapped his hard dick with her lace gloved hand.

She reached over to a table and pulled over a basket of spring loaded clothes pins.

Pinching bits of his tiny ball sack, she attached ten of them to his balls, yanking and stretching his scrotum to add as many as possible.

Next she took another handful and started lining his dick from his balls to the tip.

Brian, was pleading and crying in pain, begging her to stop.

The remaining women stood silently, amazed at how many clothes pins that could be attached to so tiny a package.

Finishing his cock and balls, the harsh woman smiled and stepped back, calmly saying, "next."

A couple of high school cheerleaders, seniors, stepped up. They stood one in front and the other in back and began tickling the big man.

He was laughing and crying, tormented by the combination of tickling and the pain in his balls. He was trying to pull his legs up to protect himself from the tickling but Luke and one of the other football players held each end of the broom, preventing Brian from curling and spinning while the two young women had their fun.

Finally after a few minutes and with tears streaming down his face, the two women stopped and made room for the next tormenter.

A tall middle aged woman with black hair, reached into her sewing basket and pulled our a long three quarter inch wide pink ribbon and cut it in two. She took one piece, reached up and tied a big bow in Brian's collar D ring. She took the other piece and tied another bow around his cock and balls, framing it.

Next a very heavy older woman reached over to a hook on the wall and took down an old fashioned fly swatter. She started smacking his ass and flanks as hard as she could, brightening his already rosy butt. While she beat Brian, she cursed him for the pervert he was. "Your Mother should be ashamed at what a pervert you are."

Brian still had a very hard but red dick and balls, still covered in clothes pins. Despite the punishment and exposure, he was still aroused. Realizing that the woman was right, he cried harder, his shoulders shaking and his belly trembling. Tears were still streaming down his face and snot started running from his nose.

Not to be left out, a pretty Italian looking man, like a young Tony Curtis, stepped up and asked Luke to release him so he could spin Brian around. After turning Brian so everyone could see his perfect ass again, the man spread his meaty ass cheeks, exposing Brian's pink asshole to everyone. The man asked one of the women to pour some liquid laundry detergent on his finger. Then "Tony" used his slippery dripping finger to stroke Brian's ass crack and clenched asshole, pushing harder and harder on Brian's button. After a couple of minutes of massaging Brian's rosebud, Brian's butthole was weakening. He could not hold it closed much longer.

His dick was bouncing up and down, impossibly harder than before, precum starting to ooze out.

A woman in her 40's hollered, "Mary, you were safe, this big sissy is a homo. He loves having his ass played with."

The crowd laughed at this observation. These were smart but unsophisticated people. They didn't know that most of Brian's reaction was physiological and not because he was gay. He didn't want to be gay, he was straight. He got hard ons, even though they were small ones and invisible, when he watched the varsity cheer leaders practice with football team. But the inexperienced and sheltered Brian was not so sure now.

Brian begged him to stop but the man persisted. Brian knew he was getting more excited and was getting ready to cum. If the finger went in, he would shoot cum everywhere, further disgracing himself and proving to everyone including himself that he was a homosexual.

Just as Brian's asshole started to give and the tip of the man's finger started to enter him, "Tony" stopped.

The crowd and the man heard a siren. It was getting louder and louder. Fearing they would get into trouble, they all ran for the exits, trying to get away before the police arrived.

Mary had called her brother from the county sheriff's office earlier. She knew she was ok but let everyone leave without explaining. It was time for the party to end.

Chapter 9, The Cops to the Rescue?

Finally it was just Brian, Luke and Luke's Mom.

Luke's teammates tried to stay but Luke told them it would be ok and they drifted out, promising to get together later and make sure all was well.

Officer Frankovich, Mary's brother, pulled up in his squad car and turned off his siren, leaving his emergency lights running.

Joe ran to the door and slowed down as he entered, seeing Brian strung up and helpless.

Brian was no danger to anyone that way.

"Thanks for coming Joe. We got the bastard as you can see'" Mary said.

"I see that Mary, but I think it best I take him from here," said Joe.

"Luke, help me get him down."

Together, both holding him up to slacken the rope and Mary cutting it with Luke's knife, they took Brian down from the ceiling.

Mary asked if she could remove the clothes pins, knowing it would hurt more coming off then going on when the blood rushed back to refresh the deadened nerves.

Joe said fine and she took her time, smiling as Brian howled while she removed them slowly, one at a time.

Finally, all of the clothes pins were removed as was the broom.

Joe cuffed one wrist. Luke cut the bindings and Joe pulled Brian's other wrist behind him, cuffing his wrists behind him.

Joe told Brian he was under arrest for disturbing the peace, vagrancy, indecent exposure, aggravated assault, resisting arrest and attempted rape. He read him his rights.

Saying good-bye to his sister and nephew, Joe left the Laundromat and placed Brian into the back of his squad car.

When Joe pulled away, Mary went into the storeroom and ejected the video tape from the surveillance camera and put it with another one. She had copy's of both of the events, the original attempted "assault" and the subsequent party.

Joe would get the first one for evidence.

The other one was for Luke's High School Home Coming party, two weeks from now.

Joe drove at a moderate speed with Brian sobbing in the back seat. Neither spoke as they moved along.

After several minutes, Brian's sobs stopped and he sat there, silent and in shock.

Twenty minutes later, Joe pulled up to the county lockup and took the nude handcuffed Brian out of the back seat and across the parking lot to the front of the police station.

Since it was mid morning just after church services, the streets were crowded with formally dressed men, women and children, walking along the street. Seeing the nude man, the mother's covered their children's eyes so they wouldn't see the pervert being taken into the station.

A couple of local high school boys were running along side of the officer and Brian, laughing and taking digital pictures of the big doofus with the tiny dick and pink ribbons. Luke had called ahead to alert them.

The men were hollering at Joe to get the pervert inside off the street and into a cell.

Joe called back that he had caught the rapist that attacked a women in the next town and he would get him off the street right away.

Congratulating the officer, the men and women went about their business.

Quietly, Joe told Brian, "You don't have to worry about any of the good citizens of this town you pervert. Soon you'll have clothes and a nice warm cell to keep those irate citizens from hurting you."

Brian thanked the officer for saving him earlier and for getting him clothing since right now, his only clothing was a collar and two pink ribbons that no one bothered to remove earlier.

Smiling, Joe, took Brian into the lockup to process him. Yeah, soon Brian would have some clothes and some very close friends. This was the lockup for sexual predators and perverts as well as some of the county's more dangerous career criminals and it was very over crowded. Brian would be in the large general holding cell until at least Monday and he wouldn't be lonely.

Joe took Brian through the booking process, prints and photos, then to the jailer for in processing and holding for Monday arraignment.

Part 5

Chapter 10, Brian's New Friend

Joe left the lock up and got in his patrol car. As he was pulling out of the parking lot, his cell phone vibrated.

"Hello, Joe Frankovich."

"Joe, this is Mary. I forgot to give you the tape."

"What tape?" asked Joe.

"The motion activated video surveillance system Luke Sr put in the Laundromat recorded what happened when that pervert came in. It turns out that two other men were with him at the time. He was wrapped in a blanket and they took it with them when they left. They seem to have brought him in and left him. He looks a little strange on the video, like he was dazed or drugged or something."

"I'll pick the tape up on Monday and review it before court. If what you're saying is correct, we have some other men involved that we need to arrest as well. It's possible that Erickson was telling the truth and he didn't know how he got there. Either that or it was some elaborate conspiracy. Either way, the prosecutor will want to review the tape before arraignment as well. Thanks for alerting me. Is everything else OK? Are you and Luke OK?"

"Everything is fine. Give me a call when you plan to come for the tape. I'll keep it with me to keep it safe. Have a nice rest of the weekend."

"See you tomorrow." Joe said.

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While Joe and Mary where talking, Brian was waiting for the processing sergeant. He was facing the wall opposite from the door, trying to hide his naked crotch.

The sergeant was as tall as Brian but no where near as fit. He had to be close to 300 pounds like an interior lineman. In addition, his coloring was almost exactly opposite that of Brian. While Brian was light skinned, blond and with violet eyes, the sergeant was olive skinned, black haired and with dark brown eyes.

"Well pervert, it's time to get you settled. Hold still so I can take those cuffs off."

When the cuffs were removed, Brian rubbed his wrists to remove the creases in his skin.

"Place your feet in the footprints painted on the floor and put your hands behind your neck."

Brian, not wanting to cause any more trouble, complied with the sergeant's orders.

"Don't get jumpy now boy, I am going to search you for contraband and weapons."

"OK officer. I'm ready," said Brian.

First, the sergeant ran his rough hands under Brian's arms, combing the hair for needles, blades and drugs.

Second, he unbuckled Brian's collar and removed it, throwing it into a small card board box on the table behind him.

Next, he ran his hand through his short blond hair.

He had Brian stretch his arms out to his side and spread his fingers, searching between them and in his palms.

"Turn around," said the sergeant.

Brian complied.

For the first time, the sergeant looked down at Brian's genitals and nearly froze in shock.

Brian's tiny cock and balls were an ugly mass of raw meat. His balls were very red and irritated, covered with small bruises from the clothes pins but his cock was worse. It had several raw scrapes and scratches caused by the pins when his cock engorged with blood earlier while the man massaged his virgin asshole.

"Shit boy, what happened to your cock and balls? You better quit wacking off for a while and let it heal or it will stay that way. Well, doesn't matter now. The ribbon is cute but it is not permitted in the jail. Remove it and hand it over."

The sergeant took the pink ribbon and threw it in the box with the collar and other ribbon.

Laughing, the sergeant ordered, "OK, Lift your cock up so I can check under it. Now your balls, such as they are."

Blushing, Brian complied again.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks."

Never having been through a search and nervous, Brian bent over and spread the cheeks of his face.

Losing patience with Brian, the sergeant slapped Brian hard on the ass. "Real funny smart ass, your other cheeks."

Blushing, Brian reached back and pulled his tender welted butt cheeks open, exposing his tight pink asshole.

"Ok, pervert, stand up and open your mouth. If you bite me asshole, you will wish for death after I finish with you."

The Sergeant put on a pair of latex gloves and using one finger, he poked around in Brian's mouth looking for hidden drugs.

"Lift your tongue up, left, right. OK, close your mouth."

"OK, smart ass. Lean over and put your hands on the edge of the table in front of you and stay there until I tell you can let go."

Spreading some lubricant on his index finger and middle finger, the sergeant slowly inserted his index finger in Brian's asshole, twirling it slowly, searching it for contraband. Not finding any, he started to insert his other finger just for fun. Brian was very tight and started to whimper in pain as the sergeant relentlessly inserted the second finger.

"Well, jerk off, you're pretty tight and very clean. I think you're going to be very popular around here. Our clients love pretty boys with tight butts."

Shaking in shame, Brian tried to stand up, the sergeant's fingers still in his ass.

The sergeant pushed Brian back down with is other hand and began to slowly saw his finger's in and out of his ass.

After a while, the pain was almost gone. Shit thought Brian, it was starting to feel good.

Brian's tiny dick started to stiffen and his ass started to wiggle involuntarily, seeking the best angle for the first sexual contact he had ever had.

Sensing that Brian was beginning to enjoy the humiliating inspection, the sergeant pulled his fingers out and told Brian to stand.

"Well, we're through with the inspection and since you're so clean, a shower won't be necessary. It's time to find you something to wear instead of those cute ribbons. We have a lot of extra clients right now due to the hurricanes in the south. We're housing a lot of other perverts that had to be moved to safer ground. If it were me, I would have left them behind to drown but they didn't ask my opinion. We don't have a lot of clothes right now but we'll find you something. Then we'll put you in a holding cell with some people you're sure to get along with."

The sergeant rooted around in some baskets behind him and pulled out what looked like a small orange clump of rags. The sergeant shook them out and was holding what was left of a one piece orange coverall with the word PRISONER stenciled across the front and back. The legs of the coverall were cut off at the crotch and the sleeves had been removed as well, leaving a sort of baby doll nighty effect.

But since they would cover the naked jock a lot better than he was now, Brian eagerly took the clothes from the sergeant and slipped them on without even asking for underwear. They were a little small and the zipper wouldn't go much up past his navel. Still they were a lot better than nothing.

"Stand up straight shit head, let's see how they look."

The coveralls were the right size, well, maybe one size too small but Brian was not built like a normal man. The waist had plenty of room and the crotch was a little snug but not that bad. It fit pretty well across his athletic ass, maybe a little snug. The problem was, with all the weight training, Brian's chest was over developed. He had the equivalent of a B size cup from his muscular pecs and his broad shoulders and chest made it impossible for the zipper to close. Brian's miniscule package made no impression on the cloth. It was as if he had no cock or balls.

"Jumping jacks, now!" ordered the sergeant, smiling.

Used to calisthenics and not wanting to piss the big man off, Brian quickly complied.

After walking around the exercising jock a couple of times, the sergeant called a halt.

"Now, feet at shoulder width, bend over, touch your toes and hold until released."

Brian had done this exercise thousands of times and swiftly responded, thinking nothing of it. As his fingers were about to touch his toes, the one piece outfit rode up and Brian got a self imposed wedgy. Flinching, Brian started to rise. The sergeant had anticipated the move and held his big hand on Brian's back, forcing him back down, holding him. Wincing, Brian kept the painful position.

The sergeant walked around the big jock, inspecting the uniform again. Everything fit well enough except for the bottom. Brian's butt cheeks were almost fully exposed since the crotch of the coveralls had pulled tightly into his ass crack. Brian's flanks were exposed like he was wearing French cut woman's panties. His rosy red ass was in full view.

"Well, they're not the best clothes and not up to our usual standard but they fit good enough for now and if you make bail tomorrow, you will go home in regular clothes. So, these are temporary. Since you're a vagrant, officer Fankovich called the public defender's office after he dropped you off. Your attorney will be here later today or tomorrow morning before you see the Judge. I understand this one has more than a couple of Brian cells and you'll get good representation. You were lucky to be arrested by Joe. He's a good guy. You'll get fair treatment here. Behave and just pray you don't get Judge Joshua. He's a real prick."

"We'll get you a pair of shoes and socks and move you to your cell for the night. What size shoe do you wear?"

"Size 13 double E," replied Brian.

"Well, I have a 14 in boondocks and some good thick white socks. That should do it for now. We normally don't have to supply shoes to our arraignment prisoners," said the sergeant.

Brian sat on the bench and pulled the long socks over his feet and up his legs. Then he put the heavy ankle high shoes on. They fit a little big but would be ok.

Brian stood up and the sergeant checked him out. The boots were like those used for utility in the navy, ankle high and black. The bright white socks came up to just below Brian's knees. The faded orange jump suit was no longer pulled into his ass but the lower part of his red cheeks were still visible as was the top of his belly and the middle of his hairy chest. His pecs pushed the top out like he had tits and with Brian's package so small, the crotch fit smoothly like a girl's. The magnificently built jock was a wet dream, buff and nearly naked, his muscular smooth legs and round firm ass almost making the straight sergeant drool. His outfit was an invitation for abuse, just as the sergeant intended. His buddy Joe and his nephew would be pleased.

"OK, you're ready to meet your roommates for the night. Move ahead through that door." barked the grinning sergeant. The sergeant had lost $500 on last year's game and his wife reminded him of it almost daily. Maybe he could recover his loses and get enough to buy her something nice to finally shut her up.

"Thank you officer," replied the apprehensive Brian.

Part 6

Chapter 11, Brian Meets His Roommates

(Author's note: My thanks to SlvGina for his technical advice and help with this chapter. It was invaluable.)

Carrying a stained pillow and blanket in front of him, Brian and the sergeant walked down the hallway in the small cell block. There had been two heavy metal doors at the entrance, one to the women's cells and the other to the larger male facility.

Starring down the narrow hallway, Brian saw bars on either side, no real walls. On the right were what looked like two large cells followed by 8 or 10 smaller ones. The other side had nothing but smaller cells. Each of them had a stainless steel sink and toilet, the toilet without a seat. The toilets were in the middle of the larger cells but against the walls in the smaller ones.

All of the cell walls were lined with yelling, laughing men.

"Fresh meat."

"Hey new fish, share my cell, I've got something for you to suck on."

"Cute outfit, girl. Did you make that yourself just for me or do you always walk around looking like a cocksucker."

The sergeant didn't interfere with the fun, preferring the men to intimidate Brian further.

Finally, the sergeant stopped in front of a cell filled with five white men. "This is the pervert cell. I can put you in with them or I have another cell with regular criminals. Since this is your first time, I'll be nice and let you chose." Brian didn't know what the sergeant knew. The "pervert" cell was full of child molesters and he would be perfectly safe with them.

Brian foolishly chose wrong. "I'll take the other one officer, thanks for being so nice to me."

Laughing, the sergeant pulled the big jock down the hall to the other cell. Inside were five very black members of a male prostitute ring that had been arrested in Louisiana and relocated due to the hurricane. They were in jail awaiting trial for prostitution, assault, involuntary imprisonment, rape, and racketeering. They had been inside for nearly four months with nothing to do but play with some rapists that were rarely thrown into their cell as punishment.

Jamal, the leader, winked to the sergeant. "You'll get yours for this sergeant." He said it as a threat. The sergeant knew there would be a nice present for him when their lawyer came in next time.

"Everyone against the back of the cell. Hands on the wall, feet back 3 feet and lean in. You know the drill," said the sergeant.

The gang cheerfully complied, knowing that a beautiful new toy had been delivered to them.

After they were in position, the sergeant unlocked the cell and pushed the reluctant and frightened Brian in. Slamming the cell door, the sergeant locked it and stepped back. "OK, you can let go of the wall now. You all play nice now."

The sergeant walked down the hall, chuckling as he got back to the heavy door. He buzzed the jailer to let him out. Looking back, he could see four of the big black men moving slowly and carefully towards Brian, big smiles on their faces.

Brian, fearfully backed up against the corner bars of the cell, finally unable to retreat farther and froze like a mouse in front of a snake. Suddenly, a man in the adjacent cell, reached out and pinched Brian's ass, hard.

Closing the cell block door, the sergeant reached up to a bank of switches and flipped one of them, activating the surveillance cameras for that cell. He went back to his office and inserted three fresh high quality commercial video tapes into the recorders.

Involuntarily, Brian jumped away, right into the arms of one of the approaching men.

"That's so cute, can't wait to play I see." One of them said.

The man grabbed onto Brian's upper arm and wrist, twisting them behind him, turning Brian around. He, pushed Brian up against the cell bars within reach of the neighboring cell. The pinching neighbor reached out, slid one scared hand into Brian's jump suit and pinched his right nipple as hard as he could.

Yelling, Brian pushed away, his terrific ass pushing against the large thickening cock of his captor.

"Sweet ass boy. I am going to love this. I haven't had me any pussy in months." Said the gang member.

"Thanks for the assist, Jimmy, you'll get a taste of him later for that," said Jamal.

As Brian continued to struggle, Jamal observed. Jamal was about 5 foot 11 inches and 185 pounds, athletically built and in good shape like someone that played sports not too long ago. He was 24 years old and good looking. He had piercing intelligent brown eyes that missed nothing.

Before him was one of his men, playing with a very fit muscle boy. His man was giving Brian just enough freedom so he could move around and rub his man's crotch with the boy's perfectly shaped and by now, completely exposed and very red ass.

The other men in his posse were standing back, their arms crossed, grinning and enjoying the show. All of his men were taller than Brian, heavily muscled and built like tree trunks. Solid muscle and bone, used to getting their own way and not afraid of anyone except Jamal. They were also very ugly, most of them sporting scars from battles for Jamal.

Seeing enough for now, Jamal ordered a halt to the horsing around. "That's enough, strip him but don't rip the uniform, he'll need that in the morning. I don't want to get our friend the sergeant in trouble.

All of them joined in and together had no trouble removing Brian's boots, socks and coverall, stripping off his clothing and his self respect. They weren't even breathing hard.

Brian, however, was winded and lying on his left side, partially curled up and pressed into the cold concrete floor, nude again.

"Bring him over here Henry. Hold him over the shitter. The rest of you, I want that red ass a lot redder. Take turns," Said Jamal.

While Henry held Brian down over the top of the stainless steel commode, Nat started spanking Brian's already welted ass, hand prints immediately appearing so vivid you could almost see the finger prints. After 20, he switched with Frank who started at the top of Brian's thighs and moved down to the middle of one leg and back up the other. After 20, he too switched with Harris who spread his spanking across both areas.

Brian's ass, already welted and still sore from the strapping he got earlier was again balling like a baby, begging them to stop.

The spanking continued, the men, switching as before at 20 until Jamal heard what he wanted to hear, Brian begging them to stop and promising to do anything if they did. Jamal ordered a halt in the spanking after he heard it several times, sure now that Brian was at least partially broken.

"What's your name pussy boy?" asked Jamal.

"Brian," he croaked.

"Well, Brian, I'm afraid you fell into the shit. You're naked and pretty and with five horny men who are completely ruthless. We're all up for a number of serious crimes and the government has us dead to rights. There is no way we're going to get out of a lot of hard time so we have nothing to lose. So, I advise you to cooperate and have fun or you will be beaten and raped and might not survive. If you cooperate and do what we say and do it well, I guarantee you'll live and might even enjoy it some. You know what they say, when rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it. Well, it's inevitable. Will you do what we say or should we start beating you almost to death and fuck you anyway?"

"I'll do what you say, just don't hurt me anymore," sobbed Brian.

"Good, on your knees with them spread wide and with your legs sticking out of the bars in the front of the cell, back of your head against the bars."

"Henry, you caught him first, so you can have him first. Mouth only for now," ordered Jamal.

With Brian trapped in the bars, he couldn't go anywhere but was in a perfect position to suck some cock.

Henry swiftly shucked off his coveralls and boxers, leaving his boots on. He stroked his stiffening dick, a good sized one, seven inches long and a couple of inches across. He stood in front of the naked pussy boy. Slowly and deliberately he painted Brian's lips with his precum. Then his cheeks and eyes, placing a glob on the end of the young blondes nose.

"Get your mouth wet and stick out your tongue, boy." Ordered Henry.

Brian, reluctantly stuck out his tongue, obviously trying to avoid touching his wet lips.

Henry slapped him lightly but enough to redden Brian's cheek.

"Are you trying to piss me off boy? Lick up that sweet cum."

Brian scrunched up his face and licked. Finding it sort of sweet and sort of salty but not that bad, he started licking more thoroughly, getting all there was.

"Good boy," said Henry.

"Now, lick my dick from the balls to the tip and use the wide part of your tongue. Get it all and don't stop licking until I tell you," ordered Henry.

Brian started licking, not finding it that bad. He closed his eyes and began licking enthusiastically, afraid of further punishment. After a couple of minutes, Henry's dick was soaking wet and it was obvious Henry was enjoying it.

"OK, boy, that's enough of that, start doing the same thing to my balls." Henry shifted slightly, spreading his legs some to give Brian better access.

Brian started licking again but this time the taste was a lot stronger, musky and bitter. Still, not wanting any more pain, he hastened to comply.

"You're getting good at that pussy boy, but time for the main attraction. Make an O with your lips, covering your teeth. Lick your lips and get ready for some Louisiana black snake. If I feel any teeth, I'll knock them out and you'll be gumming our dicks and your food from then on."

Fitting his two inch diameter dick head in the O formed by Brian's lips, Henry slowly but relentlessly slid four inches of his thick cock into Brian's mouth. He started slowly sawing his cock in and out.

"Suck on it you idiot, I'm not going to do all the work. Lick the bottom of my dick head with your tongue on the in stroke and suck hard on the out stroke," growled the excited Henry.

Brian was learning, he swiftly followed instructions and Henry's dick started leaking even more precum, filling Brian's mouth with fluid from his dick and saliva. Having trouble swallowing with the thick black dick in his mouth, it was drooling down Brian's chin, dripping to the floor in strings.

"OK, now put your right hand on my dick and stroke it while I pump your face," instructed Henry. "Use both hands, one on my dick and the other, pull my balls down gently, massage them."

The combination of having the big white muscle boy at his knees slavishly sucking his dick and Brian's increasing skill, brought Henry closer and closer. As he approached his orgasm, his dick was going deeper and deeper. With Henry so tall and Brian kneeling in a low position, Henry was able to force his thick cock almost directly down Brian's throat, almost avoiding his gag reflex. First Henry held onto the bars over Brian's head with both hands and drove in fast and pulled back fast, almost gagging Brian, a couple of short strokes and then a long one. Lubricated by all the spit and precum it was sliding easily into Brian's throat, but not for long enough to cause Brian's gag reflex to take hold.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth bitch. Don't swallow it but hold it in your mouth. I want to see it when I'm through." Henry released the bars and held Brian's blond head in his huge black hands, immobilizing it. Then with a long loud groan, his body shaking with tension, Henry reluctantly pulled his dick almost out of Brian's hot wet mouth. He left just the large purple head just inside Brian's ovaled sucking lips.

"I'm cuming you cocksucker," Henry roared. After five strong pumps of cum and several weaker ones, Henry pulled all the way out with a pop and ordered Brian to tilt his head back and open his mouth wide. There in his mouth was a huge quantity of hot white cum, at least a couple of shot glasses worth.

To humiliate Brian more, Henry asked the rest of them to take a look and see how much he had pumped into the white boy, proud of his huge wad. After he was satisfied that they had all seen it, Henry gave Brian another order.

"Ok boy, swish it around in your mouth to make sure you remember the taste."

Brian did as ordered, his eyes clamped tightly shut like he would never open them again.

"Now, put your hands under your chin, allow my sweet cum to drool out of your mouth but be sure to catch ever drop."

Very happy to get the thick gooey cum out of his mouth, Brian eagerly complied, catching the huge amount in his cupped hands as ordered.

"Great boy, you're doing well. Now, lick it up again and this time swallow all of that good juice."

Gagging, Brian forced himself to follow orders again, retching a couple of times as the thick cum caught in his throat like he was trying to drink half a dozen small raw eggs.

"Don't you have anything to say to Henry, boy?" asked Jamal softly.

"Uh, uh, thank you Sir for letting me suck your big magnificent cock and swallow your delicious cum?" sobbed Brian.

"Good attitude boy, I can see you're going to work out fine." Said Jamal. "Now that Henry has taken his mouth, time for his ass. You an ass virgin boy?"

"I never had sex of any kind, Sir," replied Brian.

"Hear that Henry, you're his first. He will remember you forever. Ok boy, crawl over here."

Jamal directed Brian to drape his upper body across the end of an old army cot, put in the cell to handle the overcrowding.

"Put your arms up on the cot as far up as you can. Grab the sides and don't let go or we'll whip your ass good. Spread your legs as wide as possible." Ordered Jamal.

Reaching over to a beat up table next to the sink, Jamal got a bar of hand soap, rubbed up a lather and started smearing it on Brian's butt crack. Every once in a while he would stick a soapy finger in Brian's ass to lubricate him inside and out. Jamal repeated this several times until Brian's ass was slick.

"Henry, since you're already done for now, straddle the cot and hold his wrists so he stays put."

With his already lubricated fingers, Jamal pushed in his index finger and then his middle finger. There was a lot of resistance with the middle finger and it went in slowly but it was obvious to Jamal it wasn't the first time.

"You're tight boy but this is not the first time you've had something up that hot hole, is it? Asked Jamal.

"No Sir, the sergeant had his fingers up there earlier checking for drugs," gasped Brian.

"Well, he didn't stretch you too bad so I'll forgive you for lying to me." Jamal pulled his middle finger out and put his other index finger in along side the other one. Jamal began pulling outwards with both hands, stretching the hell out of Brian's tender hole. Brian whimpered at the burning pain but wisely didn't protest. Jamal inserted the middle finger of one hand along with the others and continued to stretch. Now, Brian was really hurting and couldn't help himself. He began begging Jamal to stop. He was being ripped apart.

"You'll be thanking me and kissing these fingers later after Nat gets his monster in there, even more when Frank busts your butt." Jamal pulled all of his fingers out to soap them again.

Thinking his ordeal was over, Brian sighed in relief. "Thank you, Sir."

"We're not done yet fool, we're just starting." Jamal started where he left off last time, inserting three fingers then four, pulling outwards and rotating his hands together, first clockwise the counter clockwise and back to ream Brian's tight virgin ass. The whole time Brian was puffing like a steam locomotive on a steep grade, trying not to yell and piss off the ruthless man.

After he was satisfied that Brian was ready and would survive the fucking of his two largest lieutenants, he stepped back and turned Brian's hot soapy ass over to Nat.

"OK, Nat, your turn. When you fuck that hot ass, don't tear him up too much, everyone wants a shot and it's only 1 PM. Brian isn't due for his hearing until late morning tomorrow. It's going to be long day and night so be sure there is something left when you're done. Cum in his ass, the others can use it for lube."

Nat positioned himself between Brian's wide spread legs and plunged his huge 9 inch dick into the hot wet hole of the virgin white boy. He didn't stop the plunge until he was balls deep. Brian, couldn't hold back and screamed in pain. The other prisoners yelled insults at the poor former virgin, happy it wasn't them.

Jamal smiled and his cock began to stiffen for the first time in ages.

Brian's day as a pussy boy had begun at last.

The five men would fuck him and force him to suck their cocks and the cocks of Jimmy and the happy men in the adjoining cells until well into the night. At meal times they threw a blanket over him to hide his increasingly filthy condition, telling the knowing sergeant Brian had an upset stomach and wasn't hungry.

Finally around 4 AM, they tired of their sport, leaving Brian, sprawled on the cot, a river of cum leaking out of his ass, running out of his nose and down his chin. His hair was sticking together from cum and spit like it had been moussed.

At the end they had put him on his back with his head hanging over the end of the cot while they repeatedly fucked his mouth. He couldn't swallow it all. He couldn't even close his mouth so it all just ran across his face, into his eyes and nose, and onto his hair.

After his hair could hold no more, the combination of cum and spit had formed a wedge shaped curtain running from his forehead across to the crown and down to the floor like a frozen waterfall. He looked like a male version of a cover for a "Gag Factor" DVD.

He was exhausted. Smiling, he passed out, happy they were finally done with his sore filthy body. He had survived!

Around 6 AM, the sergeant came into the cell block to wake everyone up. When he saw Brian's cum covered state, he grinned widely and started counting the money he would get for the surveillance tapes. There were web sites that would pay a fortune for even a small piece of that day and night homosexual orgy.

He had watched the beginning and end. The great thing was that it was obvious that Brian was not being forced, he had cooperated with every order, ever command, just like he was a lifelong cock sucker and butt fucker, a boy toy. Even better was the smile on his face at the end. He looked like a well fucked pussy boy, happy in his work.

Part 7

Chapter 12, The Degenerate

The sergeant allowed Brian to sleep while he saw to the block's morning routine, taking groups out for their morning shower and breakfast including the five smiling gang members. Finally, once the rest of the block had been taken care of, the sergeant had Jamal wake Brian.

"Ok sunshine, I let you sleep in since you obviously had a busy night. Time to get ready," said the sergeant.

Brian groggily struggled up on his knees and then to his wobbly feet. He reached up and tried to clear the dry cum and spit from his eyes. Finally, he was able to see well enough to follow the beckoning sergeant.

The sergeant took him by one arm to the washroom to shower and clean up.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the jail, officer Frankovich had returned from his sister's house with copies of both video tapes. While there, his sister and nephew agreed that Brian, the homo, couldn't have raped her and the assault was really nothing, part of the hunt. They agreed with Joe that they didn't want Brian to go to prison. Aside, Luke told Joe that he thought that Brian was an arrogant asshole that must have had something to do with flaunting his body and still deserved humiliation for punishment and to take him down a peg or two. Joe agreed and told Luke he would take care of it and give Luke an opportunity to get involved but this time with official sanction.

Officer Frankovich went to the jail offices looking for his buddy the sergeant.

Brian was back in his cell and dressed again in his cut off jump suit and in the pervert cell, "because he had proven that was where he belonged after last night." The sergeant just didn't want to have to deal with cleaning him up again before the court appearance.

"Sergeant, how did it go last night with the pervert I brought in?" said Frankovich.

"Well Joe, best way to answer that is for you to see the surveillance tape," replied the sergeant.

The sergeant put one of the tapes, the only official one, into the player for Joe and put it in fast play, starting from when Brian was in position to suck cock. After about 10 minutes, Frankovich said he had seen enough and it confirmed his sister and nephew's opinion about Brian's orientation.

"Sergeant, I need that tape to take to the Prosecutor," said Joe.

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Taking the tape to the Prosecutor and explaining the complaining witnesses statements, he recommended that the rape and assault charges be dropped.

Just then the court appointed attorney, Phil Jones Esq. appeared and joined the conversation.

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A few minutes later, Brian was taken to a conference room in cuffs to meet his attorney. Jones introduced himself and told Brian, "I have good news for you but some hard choices as well."

"The complaining witnesses, Mrs. and Mr. Slovinsky have dropped the attempted rape and assault charges because they think you're gay. That's great news because those are two of the worst charges. All you have to do is tell the Judge that you are in fact gay and there won't be a problem there. I saw part of the surveillance tape from your night in holding last night so that shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

Brian was devastated, they had video of him doing all kinds of perverted stuff? What if it got out, he would be destroyed? He would have to quit school and move. What if he couldn't move and had to go to prison as a homosexual pervert? He would never survive. He had barely made it one day, what would he do if he had to do it for years?

"I'll tell him I'm a homo if it will keep me out of jail and prevent that tape from getting out," sobbed Brian. "I can't spend more time in jail. I'll die."

"Ok, leave everything to me. You don't have any problem with a long probation and some community service, do you?"

"No," brightened Brian. "That would be great if you could arrange that."

"Ok, I can probably make that happen. You have to stop acting like a slut while I arrange that. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes Sir, they forced me to do all that last night. I'm not a homo. I'm not a pervert." Brian said strongly.

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Court had convened and Judge Joshua, The Prick, was presiding.

"The Prosecutor tells me he does not want to press the attempted rape charge or assault charge, essentially because you're gay. Is that the case boy? Are you?" asked the Judge.

"Yes, Sir," replied Brian.

"Ok, case dismissed on those charges. Now to the other charges. Your attorney stipulates you were in fact without funds when caught and your streak of the town caused quite a ruckus, so I am going to find you guilty on the misdemeanor's of Vagrancy and Disturbing the Peace and they each have a penalty of a year in jail, instead of prison, and a thousand dollar fine."

"All that remains is the Indecent Exposure charge. That's a felony with the penalty of up five years in prison and a fine of up to ten thousand dollars as well as registration on the sex offender's data base for the rest of your life. That will surely cause you lots of trouble forever. I am assured that you will lose your scholarship and your chances of getting a good job are zero after that."

"This is your first offense and Officer Frankovich tells me there is some question of how you ended up naked and running around town. He also told me you cooperated and acted politely when you were taken into custody. As a result, I am inclined to some mercy here."

"So, in accordance with a plea bargain arranged by your attorney and the Prosecutor, I am ruling you guilty of Vagrancy and Disturbing the Peace, sentence you to one year in county jail for each charge, order the time to be served concurrently, and a thousand dollar fine, penalties suspended while on probation for 5 years. In addition, if you prove to be a decent citizen, meaning no further arrests and I don't get any complaints from your probation officer, I will put the charge of Indecent Exposure on hold and dismiss that charge at the end of your probation. In addition, I sentence you to community service every Sunday during college football season as defined by your University and the remaining Saturdays and Sundays for the next twelve calendar months except during football season if you're still on the University team next year, beginning the first of this month. If you flunk out of college or fail to remain on the team, your community service will be converted to a minimum five year salaried position as if you worked for 40 hours at minimum wage with the cost of your room and board coming out of your salary."

"Do you agree to those conditions?" asked Judge Joshua.

"Yes, Sir, thank you very much. I can do that, Sir. I promise you won't be disappointed." Smiled the happy and relieved Brian Erickson.

"Wise choice, boy. Your community service conditions are as follows. During the football season, you will spend every Sunday at the North CentralHigh School to help out at such times and in such conditions as directed by the Athletic Director, my brother William Joshua or his designee. When the season is not in effect, the same conditions apply on both Saturday and Sunday. Mr. Joshua will also serve as your probation officer and will be giving me regular reports on your progress. If I hear a single complaint from him, you will immediately start serving your one year sentence in the same jail you spent the night, pay the thousand dollar fine and will be held for trial on the indecent exposure charge. Do you understand that boy?" ordered Judge Joshua.

"Yes Sir." Said Brian, a lot less happy since he would be under the thumb of the rival team's head coach.

"You will be immediately taken to NorthCentral HighSchool and will spend the remainder of the day on community service and will be returned to your residence by your probation officer or his designee before 8 PM tonight." Ordered Judge Joshua. "Court is dismissed." And he banged his gavel.

His attorney told Brian he had cleared Brian to leave with his jail clothes since they were considered damaged anyway. He took him out of the court house and to a waiting van, were Coach Joshua waited, grinning.

I'll check on you in a month or so Brian," said the attorney and he left.

Coach Joshua told Brian, "I can't wait to get you back to the school, you son of a bitch. You're mine."

Oh shit, thought Brian, what have I got myself into?

"Get into that van and strip out of that rag. I have a uniform for you. I think you'll recognize it."

Brian reluctantly got into the van and stripped, remembering what the judge said about complaints and remembering last night's homosexual orgy.

Nude again, Brian sat on the cold vinyl seats, sticking to them and worried about what was next.

The coach pointed to a small box between the seats and told him his uniform was in it.

Brian opened the box and there inside were the collar and soiled pink ribbons he had taken off the previous day!

"You know how they fit faggot, put them on." Ordered his probation officer.

When his uniform was on, the coach told Brian, "Lean over and pull out my dick, homo. You're going to suck my cock all the way back. Make sure I enjoy it and make sure I don't cum before we get there or your ass will be redder than it was yesterday. I was in a fraternity too boy and I kept my paddle."

"Most of the team this year is returning Juniors and they're waiting at the gym. I understand you're a pro at sucking cock and taking it up the ass. Well, they can't wait to try you out and my cousin, sergeant Joshua, gave me a copy of your surveillance tape from last night and the one of the party at the Laundromat. That will show the team what a wimp their rivals had as a wide receiver and give them some idea how to treat you. Also, in two weeks, we're having homecoming and the rest of last year's team will be here."

"By the way, I have designated four alternates for probation officer."

Throwing the jail coveralls out the window, the coach said, "I hear your frat brothers are used to seeing you naked. You won't be needing these. Two of your fraternity brothers, Matt and Mark, I think they are, were on the surveillance tape from the Laundromat and Joe has had a talk with them. Since they were in on your indecent exposure plan, they along with you would be guilty of criminal conspiracy which would result in up to ten years in prison and a heavy fine. Since they would rather not deal with that, they have agreed to assist me as designated probation officers while in the frat house and around campus. You'll be happy to learn they will be taking you back to the frat in your uniform. They will also warn me if you try to quit school or run away, making you an instant fugitive for a sex crime and should you run, they?ve agreed to turn State?s Evidence and testify you blackmailed them into a conspiracy to commit a sex crime, adding two more crimes to your trial. You?ll be in prison for a very long time."

"Bruno from your team is an alum from North Central and has agreed to assist as your third designated probation officer while you're at practice and at away games."

"To assist me with your community service at the high school, on loan to the Junior College and for any 'community outreach' programs, as I like to call them, Luke Slovinsky, will be your fourth designated probation officer."

"Since Matt, Mark, Bruno and Luke will be serving their duties unpaid, to compensate them a little, I have invited them to the gym event tonight. They will be seeing excerpts from the Laundromat party and the surveillance tape of your cell last night along with the team. I'll show them after highlights of the whipping we took last year, courtesy of you and your team."

"Oh, by the way, my business partner, Jamal, gave me a lot more tricks to teach you and will be advising me on your movie career in gay BDSM porn. Out takes from the two surveillance tapes will be combined into your first movie release."

"At the end of a year, you'll be the best damned pussy boy, Indiana ever saw!"

"Now, get started sucking my cock, it's a very boring drive back to the High School," laughed Coach Joshua heartily.

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