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John Carter silently crept through the brush along the creek that bisected his farm. His destination was a small shed, sometimes used for hay and machinery storage into which he had observed two kids entering a half hour ago.
His property was posted against tresspassing and hunting, but his last visit to the shed had revealed some cigarette butts, beer cans, and a oddly stained porno magazine. He suspected that the kids were the two who, along with their families, had recently moved to a nearby mobile home park. The community had been a safeand quiet place to live until then, but he had his tires slashed, Fred Jackson's bird dog had been mutilated just last week, and Oscar Jones' chicken house had mysteriously caught fire. He smelled cigarette smoke as he approached the shed and the two adolescents' conversation drew him, like a magnet, to spy on them instead of just running them off. A broken siding board provided him with a view to the activities. Two boys, both about thirteen, were naked. One was lying on his back with his legs apart fondling himself, and the other, with his back towards John, was kneeling in front of him. "I don't want to do it!" the kneeling boy said. "You have to." his companion replied. " We had a Bet. You said that I didn't have the guts to cut that dog's nuts off. I did and this is your payback for losing the bet." "I didn't ask you to suck me after I torched that chucken house." the kneeling boy stated. "That wasn't a bet, but a dare, and there is a difference. Besides, if you suck me I'll suck you." That seemed to settle the matter and the kneeling boy bent forward and opened his mouth. John Carter extracted the slingshot he carried to keep varmits out of his garden and let a missile fly, nailing the kneeling boy sqarely in his dangling balls. The boy let out a choking gasp and rolled into a ball, while his companion screamed and grabbed his beeding bitten cock. John, who had been a rodeo cowboy fifty years ago, quickly bulldogged the boys, bound their hads behind them with some discarded baling twine, sat them down, and used more of the twine to secure them by their necks to a stall divider post. He then rummaged around in a toolbox and returned with two hose clamps, a pair of pliers, and a six foot length of light chain. "You little bastards are about to get just what you deserve." he lectured."And this won't hurt me nearly as much as it will you." He then opened a hose clamp passes it through a link of the chain, kicked one boy's legs apart, grabbed him by the nuts, and tightened the hose clamp securely around the screaming boy's scrotum. The free end of the chain was then fed through a gate rail hole in the post and the process was repeated on the other vandal. He finished his work by folding the end of each hose clamp over and jamming the threads of the screws to make removal impossible without cutting the steel clamps or severing what they secured. He then stepped back, surveyed his work, threw the pliers into the far corner and called Fre Jackson on his cell phone. "I caught the little cocksuckers who nutted your Labrador and burned Oscar's chickenhouse. If anyone asks, just say I was with you two playing cards all morning. See you later." He then went to the boy'd clothes and returned with their cigarettes and a pocketknife. He cut the twine that secured their hands and necks, helped them to their feet, and wedged the knife into the post within their reach. He then lit a cigarette, coughed, and tossed it into a pile of loose in the corner. "These things are hazardous to your health. You should qiut them." he said as a wisp of smoke rose from the straw. "Ther's only onr way to free yourselves before this place burns. Both of you die or live, and one gets to keep his nuts. It's your choice. I'll ley you decide which way it's going to be." he said as he stolled out of the shed and headed for Fred's place and a cold beer. That's all, folks
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