The Revenge of JR

The Revenge of JR

"Fifty feet!" Joe Clark stated.

"Bullshit," was his brother Jay's reply,"no wat in hell will he do more than forty."

Joe amd Jay Clark, along with their brothers John and Jim, were about to engage in a sporting event and the situation called for some friendly wagers.

Jim's son, also Jim but referred to as JR, was having some problems with his three year old marriage. His wife Sandy had started to become paranoid about other people. She had finally confessed to JR that she was having nightmares about the upcoming release of the four boys who had raped her just before she and JR had married.

Sandy was nineteen years old at that time and could easily have passed for sixteen. She had just gotten into her pickup truck at the grocery store when four young teens asked her for a ride back to their car, which had run out of gas. They were all about fourteen years old, young to be driving, but didn't seem threatening at all. They were clean and neatly dressed in the baggy jeans, T-shirts, and oversize running shoes that kids of their generation used for uniforms.

She allowed them to climb in back, and with the window open for communication they headed down the road. FIve miles later one of them pointed to a parked car, and asked her to stop. A knife was produced and she was dragged to the bushes, where all four took turns with her, their hairless white asses bobbing up and down in the noonday sun. Being young teens they had a lot of lust but not much stamina, and all four were finished within ten minuets. They left in the stolen car with a promise of a future encore.

Sandy drove to the police station with their copious seed seeping and staining the seat of the pickup and reported the rape, supplying sufficient detail for them to apprehend the miscreants. She wasn't injured medically; she was on the pill and the fourteen-year olds' dicks' wern't large enough to hurt her, but she was an emotional wreck. JR stood by her and she recovered from the trauma. She accurately identified the four by various scars and physical characteristics that could only have been seen when they were nude. The for perpetrators, all from a nearby city and who had "just been out for some fun' were sentenced to incarceration and were due to be released soon.

Jim and JR would have preferred to meet out their own form of Clark family justice, but that was out of the question at that time due to the police involvement. Now the threat the four had made about a return engagement had Sandy in fits and immediate action was called for.

Tom Feron, like the other three rapists, would soon be released from juvenile facility where he had been imprisoned for the last four years. He still vividly remembered his sentencing, which like the others had been four eight years, with four to be served in the facility and four of either parole or prison, and his subsequent journey to the juvenile facility. The van transporting them made an overnight stop at a high security prison. The four boys were separated and each spent the night with the general population in one of the cells with four other inmates.

"You like white meat or dark, boy," a huge black imnate asked, "or maybe some of each?"

He was quickly stripped and his nuts were seized by a powerful calloused hand. A knife was held against his scrotum and he was ordered, under threat of castration, to suck. He couldn't believe the size of the proffered cock; it was two inches longer than his own, twice the diameter, and reeked of sweat and stale semen. He could only barely fit the head of it into his mouth, and nearly choked when the hot jet of sperm hit the back of his throat. He was allowed to sleep after blowing each of his cellmates, only to be awakened later for round two. He was held bent over a bunk and butally raped four times, with only the lubrication of the condoms easing the huge cocks' entry into his asshole. The other three boys recieved similar counseling.

"Thanks for dinner and the counseling," The driver said to the warden the next morning.

"My pleasure. It's about the only incentive I can offer lifers to keep them in line, and this way we most likely won't see these four here again."

The juvenile facility was really just a fortified boarding high school. The new arrivals were met by the director and given their introductory lecture. They were told that violators of the many rules were rewarded with weekend field trips back to the prison for additional 'counseling'. They would all be required to obtain the equivalent of a high school education, and would recieve vocational training to allow them to obtain employment upon their parole.

Neither Tom nor his companions ever returned to the prison, nor were they ever molested during their four year stay at the school. There were consensual homosexual couplings between some of the other students, but no rape or forced oral sex was tolerated. Furtive, and sometimes open masturbation was to be their only outlet from ages fouteen to eighteen.

Tom and the three other participants in Sandy's rape served their appointed sentences and would all be starting college in the fall. Summer employment resumes had been prepared and posted, and they all obtained temporary jobs. Tom was going to work on a farm for some guy named John Clark, two of his companions were headed for the coast to crew on a fishing cabin cruiser for Joe and Jay someone, and the fourth accepted a job as an auto mechanic for Jim Clark. All were amazed at the wages offered, and felt lucky to have been selected from the large pool of graduates. All were also eagerly anticipating getting some long overdue nooky.

Now three of them were tied to the wall of a warehouse on the outskirts of town. Tom Ferin was standing on a stool, naked, with his hands tied behind him, facing a large sheet of plywood that had a five inch round hole in the center. A hand emerged trough the hole and grabbed Tom's nuts, which were then pulled through the hole. John Carter, adept at banding calves, quickly applied an elastrator around the scrotum, followed by a tight fitting two-piece metal collar which was subsequently screwed to the plywood, anchoring Tom to the plywood by his protruding balls.

"Fifty feet!" Joe Clark stated.

"Bullshit," was his brother Jay's reply "No way in hell will he make more than fourty."

To settle the bet Jay tipped the plywood sheet together with Tom forward, letting it fall. Tom screamed, and then passed out as his nuts were crushed by the weight of himself and the plywood falling on the rough slab. He awoke, when doused with a buket of cold water, to see John and Jim attach a rope to the plywood sheet and start to drag it forward. A shining streak fourty-six feet long was produced before the rough surface of the concrete abraded his testicles off down to the steel plate that trapped them and allowed him to roll free, winning the half case of beer for John.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Jay whined, and then added "Did you just shit your pants or was that someone else?"