Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2022 16:20:19 +0000 From: Storyboy7 Subject: Paragon County (Adult youth) Paragon County I have not written for a while so am getting my pen out and bringing you this stand alone story to get the juices flowing again. All the usual disclaimers apply so if it is not legal where you are to have or read such material then keep an eye open in your rear view mirror. You never know who may be there. Comments are welcome, I always respond. It's the polite thing to do after all. You may also want to consider giving Nifty a tip. My Email; Storyboy7@protonmail.com Paragon County is in the middle of nowhere, just mile after mile of farmland, wheat, barley and cattle. Just long, open roads and in the main single track with pull in's just in case of the unlikely event two vehicles may meet up and need to pass. Like I said, the middle of nowhere. Why anyone would need an advertising hoarding in the middle of nowhere even Sheriff Dwayne Bronton couldn't fathom. It was just another lazy day on patrol, boring but it had to be done. Dwayne had parked his cruiser behind the hoarding on the shady side. He was enjoying his oversize pastrami sandwich lunch when, to his surprise a black battered pick up passed on his blind side. Speeding was not the issue it had been the fact that it was swerving around with a very young looking fella behind the wheel. Clutching the half eaten sandwich he fired up his cruiser and hit the road. He held back and just observed the pickup being driven erratically while leaving a trail of dust in its wake which also aided in keeping his cruiser out of view of the young driver. Sheriff Bronton was a firm but fair law officer. He always gave someone the benefit and it avoided paperwork. He dispatched the remaining crust of bread out the window `some crows lucky day'he mused to himself before applying a little more pressure to the pedal. Tearing along in the pick up was fifteen year old Davis Grant. He was in a world of his own. A rock tape blared from the one remaining speaker. He had kicked off his worn work boots and drove barefoot. It was hot. He also had the bib of his worn denim dungarees down so the breeze from the open windows fanned his hot upper body. He was swerving along the road because he was day dreaming about fantastic, mind blowing sex. His mind was replaying last evening when he had had the most amazing blow job and hard fucking session in the pick up. He could still smell the scent as he drove along. Davis was high on it, his hand down inside the front of his dungarees worked his hairless balls and stroked his hard, uncut five inches of boy cock. Occasionally he would give his nipples a pinch like they were being nibbled on. He had even cinched his ass forward so his balls hung over the edge of the seat allowing him to tug on them. The draw chord around the waist had long gone from the worm garment so it lay loose around his hips allowing the air to go down over the tops of his cute arse cheeks. For a couple of miles the sheriff held back watching the vehicle in front continue erratically. He knew that half a mile ahead there was a pull in. Davis had not even noticed when the cruisers blue lights began to strobe, not even when the sheriff began to tailgate him. Sheriff Bronton thought the pick up was going to flip when its driver heard the whoop! Whoop! Of his siren then saw him in his rear view mirror. Davis struggled. Boots or braces? His boots had vibrated back under his seat. His hands were so busy trying to get the pickup under control he couldn't pull the straps of his dungarees up over his slippery bare shoulders. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed when he saw the pull in ahead and started slowing. Both vehicles stopped in a pall of dust. "Cut your engine and don't move, my weapon is drawn! Do Not make any sudden movements and put your hands out the window!" Davis could see in the side mirror the portly figure of Sheriff Bronton. Pistol in both hands pointing straight forward. His uniform Stetson covering his sunglassed eyes. Davis's first and most urgent need was to get at least one strap of his dungarees over his shoulder. The ping of the bullet smashing the rear side light was loud and obvious. "I said `DO NOT MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES!'" "I'm not sheriff, I was just." "Shut up and put both hands out the window you've had one warning." Davis went quiet and put his small hands out the window. It wasn't going to be just some old crows lucky day. A vulture was going to have a feast. Without the sunglasses his eyes would have betrayed him as he looked at the blonde boy behind the wheel. Dwayne had not failed to notice the open flap of the boys dungaree bib and especially the very pronounced nipple on display. "For your sake son I hope you have your special drivers permit." (In Paragon county farm workers from age 14-16 were allowed to drive agricultural use vehicles on farm business on the open tracks and farm roads mainly to take livestock and produce to market). "Yes sheriff, it's in the glove compartment." "Reach over with one hand and get it." When he did so and stretched to reach it Dwayne could see right into the back of the boys baggy waistband. No underwear and a bare ass. He smiled knowing the boy had realised he had shown him more than he had wanted to. He took the driving permit. "Well Davis Grant, aged fifteen, why do you think we are in this situation right now?" The sheriff new but he was not going to tell this beauty what he had planned for him. Not yet anyways. "I don't think I was speeding sheriff. Jees I know better than to do that, my old man would beat my ass, then my older brothers after him." "You are right son, you were not speeding which is amazing considering the amount of times you almost went off road. Now, let's see if we can find out why...... leave the vehicle." Davis sighed in the full knowledge he had fucked up as he pushed the heavy door open. "Oh dear...oh dear now that partly explains things" The sheriff was not just referring to the lack of boots on the boys feet. Davis had forgotten about his raging hard on poking at the worn hole in his crotch. "You got a mobile son? Maybe you were using it while driving." "Yes sheriff err.. I mean no...I mean I do but its never turned on when I am driving, never...honest sheriff." He handed the phone over. "Here see for yourself." Dwayne pushed it into his shirt pocket. Dwayne had already figured his cuffs were going to be too big for this cutties wrists. Davis could feel his exposed cock head poking at the hole. "Turn around, face the vehicle and fold your arms in the middle of your back boy, do it!" Davis wondered why the sheriff sounded aggressive as he managed to get one cuff around both slender wrists and the other halfway up both his forearms. "Ouch sheriff, that top ones a bit tight." "So is the spot your in right now boy so shut it and you address me as Sir! Only adults and good folk get to call me Sheriff!" "Yes sir! Sorry sheriff I mean sir! He was spun around to face toward the open field. He could feel the heat from the pick up on his bare back. "So, bare foot driving ..two points, driving without attention to the road two points, failing to stop for a police officer....."But I didn't see you sheriff until you.....shit!" "Second count of undue attention to the road two points." What were you doing to make you so out of it boy, you got some weed in there, were you having a tug on some weed." "No sir, don't touch drugs." "Then I guess the only explanation is (Dwayne pulled out and flicked open his baton) this". He tap tapped the now slight bulge making the boy bow forward and pull away form the baton. "Don't pull away from me boy unless I have to add resisting to your sheet." The boys blue eyes started to water. He remained still while the baton tapped softly at his hairless ball sack." "Sir..... `he gulped' sir I am being honest, I was you know...." "No son enlighten me." "I.. I.. was dreaming of being with my girl and she......she was sucking my cock and I was beatin off but I was not doing drugs sir honest. My old man." "Yes, yes he would beat your ass off." Putting his baton away he again rattled off the list of miss demeanours the boy had already wracked up. "So, Davis Grant age fifteen with no driving permit (he could hear the boys bare toes dig into the gravel as he shifted nervously) where do we go with this? Have you heard any gossip about Sheriff Bronton." The look on the boys face was priceless, a mixture of shock, fear, dread and all things similar. He had not before noticed the dust coated name badge above Dwaynes' breast pocket on the law officers equally large, shirt button popping chest. Who had not heard of him? Davis had and never wanted to come across him. `Had the rumours been true' His nervous gulp was audible. "So without your permit you won't be able to drive, won't be able pull your share on the farm, go see your girl and from what you tell me, not sit down on that cute ass for a very long time. So" Davis was digesting the words he had just heard when the sheriff took a hold of his one exposed nipple and twiddled it gently. "What do you say then Davis Grant aged sweet fifteen. Should we go straight to the police post, do the paperwork while we wait for your 'old man' and maybe your brothers to come collect you?" Davis's knees buckled when his nipple got pinched hard. Dwaynes hand lowered and sought out the hole in Davis's dungarees and poked his stubby finger inside. "I hope you are not going to make me add a second charge of resisting to your sheet." Davis mumbled "What was that boy? did I hear you say something?" "No sir! I ...... I.. won't resist you." "There's a good boy now, let me see your other titty, you don't mind me calling them your titties do you?" "No...oooooooh aaaargh! No sir that's fine." Dwayne moved directly in front of the scared boy, he reached down again and began to fondle the boys cock and balls as he tried to look over and beyond the man to try and ignore being touched. Dwayne's other hand reached for the shoulder strap. "Sir please don't, don't please they will fall down and I ...I" "Yes, Davis Grant aged just fifteen they will and then you will kick them away and be totally naked for me to play with your nice young body. How are those cuffs?" "Please don't strip me, please I am sorry sir!. The cuffs are digging in, they hurt but please don't." Before he could finish he strap simply slid off the boys shoulder. He felt it go. It briefly caught on his right hip and on his half hard cock before the dungarees crumpled at his bare feet. He didn't kick them away, Dwayne did once the boy had stepped out of them. "Ooooooooh just look at you all naked, that is some set of boy furniture you got their son, fuck me no wonder your girl likes to get her lips around that. Why do you blondies have brown pubies and not blonde ones?" Dwayne said as he cupped the cock and balls and stroked the boys pubis with his thumb. "Just look, you must be enjoying this." To his amazement Davis was responding to being molested. "I said look, so look down and see what is happening, watch my hands play with your most secret, sexy body parts and your pert little titties, look how hard everything is getting, you are enjoying it boy aren't you." All Davis could do was fight it, why was he so turned on at being molested, he didn't want this, stood out in the open air, stripped naked and allowing himself to be molested by an officer of the law. The only thing he could do was convince himself he was preventing himself getting a beating from his family and save his precious driving permit. That was it. "Get on your knees boy, get down there and spread those knees and let it all hang down, fucking hell boy your dripping, just look at that cock leaking like a faucet." He looked down to see his pre cum dripping onto the dusty road. He had not felt it but Dwayne had pulled the foreskin back behind the glans Davis could feel the warm air starting to dry the tender exposed skin. "Now boy, let's see if we can start wiping your sheet clean" Dwayne said unfastening his utility belt then his uniform shorts and dropping his boxers. His seven inch cock and balls were barely visible below his vast belly." "No! Sir please not that, no please I can't please!" Davis started to cry as he begged the officer. "It's easy boy, now you just pretend you are your girl and pretend that my cock and balls are yours." With that he took the boys mop of hair and pulled his face into his hot, sweaty crotch. "Now I want to feel that warm mouth of yours in ten seconds or I will beat your balls black and blue and you won't be making babies anytime soon. His baton shot to full length with one quick flick. Davis tentatively poked his tongue at the tip of the protruding cock. He did not pull away as it entered his mouth, he just tried to blank it out. He could feel the mans belly on top of his head as he took in more and more of the throbbing cock. "You see boy I am not resisting, you are a pro, fuck you are good at this. Just breathe through your nose when it goes down your throat. Davis felt hands grip either side of his head and hold it hard, for four whole minutes his body shook as he twisted like a rag doll as he felt the man thrust into the very back of his throat. He tried to scream Noooooooooo! He knew and could feel his throat was filling up with hot cum. He clamped his lips to the hard cock as it continued to withdraw and pump back into his mouth until it deflated. "Now boy give those hairy balls a nice tongue bath , clean the spilled cum off them. Davis felt the mans pubic hairs that had come out in his mouth and coated his cum coated lips as he continued licking and slobbering on the vile mess. "That's a good boy oooooooh that feels so good boy. I think we can wipe out the bare foot driving and one count of undue attention to the road, that just leaves one more count of undue attention to the road and failing to stop, atta boy you just keep licking and washing while I have a think. Five minutes passed, Davis was beginning to flag, his mouth ached and his tongue ached. The loose pubic hairs coated inside his mouth and his wet lips, he tried to wipe them away and gagged as the hairs entered his throat before swallowing them. His main worry was that Dwaynes cock was getting hard again, surely he was not going to get his aching throat and mouth fucked again and the cuffs were really hurting his arms. His own cock remained rock hard and leaking, his balls ached ... why? Davis was suddenly hauled to his feet. The sheriffs hand wiped away the hairs from his mouth then he smothered it with his slobbery lips, forcing his tongue inside the kids mouth. Davis showed no resistance to the vile assault, he had run out of resistance. The fact that he was himself hard and throbbing disgusted him as did the taste of pastrami. "Now boy" The sheriff waved the mobile in front of him. "Shall we have a look and see what we have on here." Davis started to plead. "Please sheriff...please that's personal." "At the moment boy you are not under arrest, perhaps we can change that... now the access code if you would be so kind." 4444 did the trick and the mobile pinged into life. "Now let's have a look here, messages...email..gallery.".Dwayne announced as he scrolled through the boys phone..."here we have it.... videos!" Dwayne couldn't help but notice how Davis's body language changed, his erection twitched, his, 'oh so cute' feet shuffled into the dust, his tight, flat belly pulsed with anxiety. "What you gettin so worked up about son, I only want to see your girlfriend that's all.....aaaah this must be her." After a few moments the video played, sure enough there on the screen and true enough was what appeared to be his blonde girlfriend on all fours with her ass sticking up in the rear door of the pick up truck. "My she is one slender blonde baby and she is taking your nice boy dick up her cute little ass wow! She sure looks like she is enjoying it, backing onto you like a bitch in heat! Not many girls like that so I guess you must be one lucky boy. Fuck just look at you go! She likes you hanging onto her hair while you ride her ass..oh and look at her little ass getting slapped, boy she is enjoying it so much. The sheriff turned the screen so Davis could see the video. Then turned him around, still holding the phone up to the boys face he rubbed his pert left bum cheek. "Seems that you and your girlfriend there have something in common." "Sheriff Bronton sir! Please I....I." "You both have the same mole, in the exact same place right there." Davis went up on his toes when his bum cheek got gripped really tight and he was lifted almost off his feet. "Right there boy, right where I am trying to tear it off so I can show you. Open that rear door and lean into the vehicle, stick that pretty ass out and up." "Please sir! Pleeeeease!" The sheriffs body felt heavy as it stretched up his bare back. The mans stubby fingers caressed all along his bare sides then under and all over his chest, his belly then both nipples were twisted, pinched and clawed at. The weight on his back made his body arch downwards forcing his arse up and out. The mans cock and balls still wet with his own saliva pushed at his bum cheeks. The wet pubic hairs scratched his soft skin like steel wool. "Noooooo sheriff...sir! Nooooooo pleeeeease." Shout as much as he wanted but no one was going to hear him. He felt his small bum cheeks being pulled apart. "Oh would you look there, all pink and soft" He said then began to thumb the entrance to the boys body. "Looks a little red boy, looks fresh fucked from where I am standing, I wonder if it is still wet and soft in there." Davis begged but his begging was ignored as first one, then two stubby fingers entered him. He writhed against them but it only made him crush his exposed and hard cock into the rough material of the car seat. "Now lets see if this restaging of the crime gives me any more clues as to who is fucking who." Davis's head drew back as his blonde hair was grabbed, Then he felt the head of the sheriff's hard cock push at his now stretched open hole. He couldn't believe what came next. " I am going to film this boy, I am going to film you fucking yourself on my nice hard paedo cock so start rocking boy, start fucking yourself and let the video know you are enjoying it" The slap! slap! on his already sore ass making him cry out. "When you feel my cum fill up your boy pussy you make sure you let the camera know boy, now I wanna hear a lot of huffing and moaning, some more huffing and groaning. I wanna see you dump your load all over that seat when I start wanking that nice hard toy between your legs." For five or six whole minutes Davis rocked his body back and forth on the sheriff's cock, his own cock was getting wanked with the motion as it was held steady in the sheriffs hand, even when he came and shouted for the benefit of the camera and he had splattered the seat beneath him the sheriff continued to hold his painful cock firm. He begged for the sheriff to stop" It hurts sir...the pain...it hurts! Pleeeeease ooooooooh! It hurts sir...the pain...it hurts!" "Can't hear you boy! Once more for the camera.""It hurts sir...the pain...it hurts! Pleeeeease oooooh! It hurts sir...the pain...it hurts!" " That in turn made the sheriff cry out and fill the boys insides with his hot man cum while all the time filming it, the boys cock pumping below and then his own cock sliding in and out of the wet boy hole while being careful not to get himself in frame. The money shot was his still pumping cock withdrawing from the boys oozing arse then going close up to catch the fucked hole seep out fresh cum while it twitched and pulsed. Dwayne wiped his wet cock off on the boys arse cheeks and balls then dressed himself. He sent both the videos to his own phone and email and a couple of his deputies. Then telling Davis he could have it as a keepsake, maybe wank over it later. He removed the boys cuffs. "Now boy you get those dungarees on, don't go staining your nice upholstery. I should have you lick up your mess but I think you got enough cum inside you for one day. As from now you got a clean slate." Davis began to carefully pull on his dusty overalls and boots while the sheriff drove of with a whoop on his cruiser sirens. Some miles down the road Dwayne was sat in a pull in eating his remaining pastrami sandwich. He could see a cloud of dust getting nearer and nearer. The beaten up, black pickup approached. The driver reached up as if to adjust his rear view mirror as he passed the cruiser. The sheriff had never seen a driver adjust his rear view with his middle finger in such a provocative position and so obvious. "Sheriff Bronton to Deputy Morris." Dwayne's voice was calm as he spoke into his radio to convey a message to probationary deputy Carl Morris." "Deputy Morris receiving sheriff, over!" "Probationary deputy Morris. There is a black pickup heading in your direction. Pull him in, driver is a young blonde guy, name is Davis Grant aged fifteen. Over!" "Deputy Morris received. Over" "When confirmed identity direct him and follow him to custody. book him in and do not converse with him Over!" "Will do sheriff. Over" "Get him showered, provide him with a special detention uniform, put him in the holding cage, ensure he is cuffed high and wide. Oh and make sure the uniform is snug...like... two sizes down. Can't have him too comfortable. Oh and Carl check your phone......Over!" "All received sheriff, what do I book him on?" "Flipping the county sheriff the bird boy. Over!" "Oooooooh sh.......t!. Roger out!" The deputy called the sheriff back later to confirm he had Davis in custody and that his instructions had been carried out to the letter. Dwayne arrived and parked his cruiser, his paedo cock was hard and uncomfortable. For the past hour he had been envisaging the sight that would greet him back at the post. He would not be disappointed. The holding cage belies its name. It is actually an open structure made from scaffold and has no bars, mesh or windows. Being held in the warm summer months was one thing. Winter was not a good time. "Well..well..well look who we have here." Dwayne said adjusting himself as he approached the rear of Davis Grant aged fifteen. The boy was indeed cuffed with his arms and wrists high and wide above his head supporting his body on the balls of his feet. He was stretched out like a hide drying in the sun. The detention uniform fitted just perfectly and would have caught the eye of both male and female deputies as they entered and exited the non public entrance of the rural police post. " I have to say boy that that detention uniform fits you mighty fine, a little on the small side." Said the sheriff as he adjusted the two thin straps of the tight fitting, overly small white jock strap and stroked the two boy mounds that the straps were framing so well. I bet you enjoyed my officers stopping by when they see you hangin there, especially the ladies. Davis could not move away from the hand that now massaged the pouch between his thighs. "This pouch seems empty son, where has that nice boy cock gone? Oh there it is." He said to Davis's disgust as he started to get hard under the gentle massaging. "My, your ass smack! Looks so smack! So fucking smack! Fuckable hangin there all stretched tight and sexy like." "Please sheriff...sorry sir!, What did I do, I thought my slate was clean. I drove careful. why am I here." "Well boy, let me refresh you. You won't mind if I get you really excited while I tell you will you?" He felt the sheriff squeeze his bum check for a response. "No...no sir I won't." "Good, then I will explain very slowly so you understand." The boys bum cheeks were stroked, his nipples toyed with, his throbbing erection played with as the course pouch was crushed into his soft balls. Both his bum cheeks had turned a shade of pink as they were continually slapped. His slender body had started to ache, especially his arms, stretched up and apart, his skin glistened with sweat as he tried to stave of his need to cum in the tight pouch. "So, there you have it" the sheriff said after ten minutes of molestation. It all culminated in you flipping me the bird as you drove past. You don't deny it do you boy, do you?" The pain of his balls being crushed drew his confession. "Yes.... aaaaaaaargh! Yeeeeees! Aaaaaaaargh! Yes I did Aaaaaargh I did..I did aaaaaaaargh my balls please sir my balls aaaaargh! I wasn't adjusting the mirror..ooooooooh! I'm gonna....gonna aaaaaaaargh!" Dwayne continued to massage the boys pouch until he felt the warm stickiness seeping through the course material. The sweat on Davis's flat belly helped when it came to Dwayne wiping the stickiness off his palm. His mobile rang. "Sheriff Bronton Paragon county at your service." "Oh good afternoon judge Merrydew ....yes...yes I can be here when you pass through......Yes it has been a while judge......as a matter of fact I do. Young boy, Davis Grant aged fifteen......yes, yes that's him......yes that is his father....... oh right...that strict ouch! (snigger). Well judge perhaps we can make it legal on this occasion ..............Very well judge.........no special treatment it is then. My own office or the chamber? .............Very well the chamber it is. Till later then judge Merrydew ..look forward to seeing you." He hung up. "Well boy it is your lucky day, as you may have heard the circuit judge is calling by this afternoon. The judge is very fair and you will be pleased to know that the judge also knows your pa so you won't end up getting a ban or undue sentence, what do you say to that." "Thank you sheriff, I guess the judge knowing my father will help some. I am sorry for being disrespectful to you it just happened." His reply was loudly punctuated with heaving gasps from his cumming into his small uniforms pouch "Good boy, now let me get you cleaned up some for the judge." The water from the hose was cold as it sprayed his suspended body. He tried in vein to bend his knees to protect his groin when the jet of water pummelled his pouch before being pointed at his boy hole while Dwayne held his pert little bum cheeks apart. An hour later Davis was dry. The stain in his pouch still visible and damp. The sheriff was informed that judge Merrydew had arrived they met and had coffee before the judge was walked by him to the small courtroom known as the chamber. It had just a high bench for the judge and two rows of benches for witnesses etc. Otherwise it was very spartan with a stone floor and two small windows. You could see the dust flying around through the shafts of sunlight that helped light the chamber. The sheriff and probationary deputy Carl Morris held each of the cuffed boys biceps. His arms cuffed as before in the centre of his back. The boy still only wore the stained jock strap as they entered the chamber before turning and facing the Upper bench where the judge was sat, head bowed with just the top of her wig visible. "Davis Grant versus Paragon County Sheriffs office." Dwayne said in a serious voice...Judge Mary Merrydew residing!" The boy was beside himself and his mind went into overdrive. "A woman judge sheriff, a female but I am nearly naked." Davis looked straight up at the seventy year old judge. Her purple rinse failed to hide her age and her wrinkled face belied her seventy years. She peered down over gold rimmed reading spectacles. "You speaking in my courtroom boy." "Sorry ma' am, I just was surprised you are a woman and I..I" "You are a minor, a juvenile and I don't care that you are near naked boy...gentlemen bring the boy closer so I can see him better." He was now stood very close up to her. "Thank you officers, my you look disgusting and from what the sheriff tells me you are." "But ma'am I." The sound of her gavel echoed around the chamber. "Your running your mouth off again boy, there won't be another warning!" `She may be old but she was not to be messed with' he thought as he said "Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am." "You understand why you are in front of me today boy?" "Yes ma'am." "Why is that garment you are wearing all stained in the front there." He felt the sheriffs grip on his thin bicep. "Tell the lady judge the truth now boy." He blushed a bright red, "I...I..got over excited, ma'am, being exposed in the holding cage and I...I." "Let me tell you boy what you did , you pleasured yourself. You was showing off your near naked body to the officers passing by and you did that filthy deed. You and it look disgusting......" Davis wanted to speak but dared not to. He could not believe how he was being humiliated by the judge. "Sheriff!" "Yes judge." "I find that garment so offensive , would you please have the deputy remove it from the boy before I am positively sick." Abject fear struck Davis. "No judge! Please don't have me striped naked in front of you please it's not." The sound of the gavel was deafening as four times it crashed against the desk top. She watched as he wriggled trying to get away from the deputies hands. "Hold that boy still!" She shouted. Davis yelled when his arms were pulled down behind him making the cuffs dig into him causing him to stop struggling. "He's has run his mouth off for the last time today, make use of this sheriff." The object she took from her handbag (purse) flew in the direction of the sheriff. Make sure it sits nice and tight sheriff." All Davis could see was a flash of black and red pass him buy. He tried to turn away but found it a pointless struggle. The red plastic air ball filled his mouth, he could feel the tightness of the black velcro straps fastened behind his head. Then, defeated and humiliated and with the ball gag filling his mouth he stood still and allowed the jock strap to be removed leaving him totally naked and exposed. The deputy pushed it into his own pocket and moved aside to leave Davis in full view of the judge. "My your girl is lucky." Her eyes were fixed on the boys ample cock and balls. "You will answer my questions by nodding or shaking your head seeing as your mouth has finally been silenced...do you understand?" She sarcastically mouthed the words then nodded and shook her head as if to ensure his understanding her instructions. He nodded. "Now, I will repeat again. Do you understand why you are here today?" He nodded yes. "Have you been assaulted in any way by any law enforcement officer before or during your apprehension on the highway?" He felt the hard grip on his bicep and shook his head No. "Have your rights been violated in any way?" "Judge if I may" "Yes sheriff" "No arrest has been made at this stage and the boy has not been read his rights. "Do you see a problem here boy." Davis did not like the way she glared over her glasses and shook his head No. "Have you been abused, not assaulted. By abused I mean in a sexual way, have you been touched intimately or sexually, beaten, hit, slapped or spanked in any way?" Even Carl blushed at the question. Davis's bicep was really hurting when he shook his head No. "I want you to turn around so I can see for myself that you have no marks.?" His body slowly turned to display his and now slightly pink cute bum cheeks to the judge. When he was turned back his cock and balls swayed around. This was not missed by the lady judge. It was not the first time she had humiliated a boy. She was renowned for having a boy appear nude in front of her and if he were not, it would not be long before that boy found himself in the same position that Davis was right now. "To confirm you have not been assaulted I can call on the nurse to check you out...Is Tracy on stand by sheriff?" "Yes judge, she is waiting." "Well boy, would you like to have this check up it is one of the options open to you?" Davis was wide eyed and terrified. "Do you wish to waive this option for the alternative?" Whatever the alternative was it could not be worse than being checked over by a female nurse. The judge was delighted when he nodded his head to indicate (yes) that he would waive his right. The boy looked from the sheriff to the deputy when the slight frame of the judge stood and made her way down the wooden stairs. Her high heels clicked against the wooden treads. He tried to squeeze his eyes tight shut when she began looking closely at his naked body. Without warning he was bent forward. His muffled cries ignored. He wanted to die when her cold fingers pulled his bum cheeks apart while pulling his hole open. "Eerrrrrm, looks fine back here." Her hands ran all over his back, shoulders and then cupped his smooth bum cheeks. The judge revelled in seeing his chest rise and fall in desperation, saliva coated the red ball and his stretched mouth. He fought his control when she examined and toyed with his nipples. "No sign of anything there" Her hair brushed his pulsing midriff when she bent forward. Again the pain in his bicep kept him from struggling when the judge examined and fondled his cock and balls, pulling, lifting and stroking his cock causing it to his horror to engorge. "I don't see anything amiss, are we agreed boy?" He just wanted it over and nodded his agreement. The judge returned to her seat. "I have already discussed the incident with the sheriff and understand you have made a plea of guilty to the offence is that correct?" "Davis nodded his agreement." "Then in this case I find you guilty of the offence of disrespect to a law officer, namely Sheriff Dwayne Bronton sheriff of Paragon county. "I hereby decree by the power invested in me as circuit judge for the county that my award is that: The decision and carrying out of a fitting punishment be met out by the boys father and that it should be fair, severe and be made memorable to the offender Davis Grant...Session closed." The judge went. As they left the building her car pulled onto the highway. The gag and cuffs were removed allowing Davis to gasp, stretch his jaw and restore the circulation to his arms. "Sheriff, please don't let my pa paddle my ass, please." "I already spoke to your pa. He has got a long list of chores that need doing around the farm to keep you busy for a long while and I got his assurance that he would not paddle your sorry ass. Now put this on before I decide to keep you bare ass naked." Carl tossed him the jock strap. He slipped it on and they walked to the sheriffs cruiser. He popped the trunk and removed a very worn, orange one piece overall, he tossed it to the boy to put on. The very faded lettering on the oversized garment had once read `PRISONER'. The cruiser with the sheriff and Carl followed the pickup as they headed to the Grant farm. Davis was dreading his fathers reaction and the fact he was going to get his ass worked off. In the cruiser Carl was driving. The sheriff kept eying up the eighteen year old probationer. "Another twelve months to run now boy and you will be a fully fledged deputy." "Yes sir sheriff, I can't wait." " I noticed that bandage on your left wrist earlier, what happened there, it wasn't there this morning." "Oh that sheriff, I spilled hot coffee on it earlier, nothing serious but they say you should keep a burn covered for a while, keeps the air from it so as it doesn't sting." "You found yourself a steady girlfriend yet Carl." "Yes sheriff...well sort of." "Blonde I guess, yes your a blonde man through and through I can tell. Anyway I guess we will have to stick around and see what the boys father has in store." The journey continued, as they neared the Grant ranch Davis had slowed down, obviously apprehensive as to what was coming. They drove through the two open five bar gates. The house to the front, the big hay barn to the right. Suddenly four figures appeared in front of the house. The sheriff and deputy were first out of their vehicle. "Evening Mr Grant, Mrs Grant, boys he said tipping the rim his Stetson. Mr Grant was not a huge man but very rugged, he wore blue jeans with a wide brown belt looped around the waist and a hide waist jacket, his hands were behind him as he rocked up and down on his toes, the mother stood nervously ringing her hands in her pinafore. The two elder boys in dirty dungarees and boots had shit ass grins on their smug faces." "That my boy in the pickup sheriff." "Yessir, sure is." The sheriff beckoned Davis over. He stepped slowly and nervously from the pickup. He looked sorry for himself and so small now in the oversized overalls. He walked to the sheriffs side. "Where are your dungarees boy." "Sorry Mr Grant we left them at the police post, I'll drop them bye sometime. The sheriff interjected. Mr Grant's right arm dropped from behind his back. In his hand he held a two foot grooved paddle filled with holes. Fear flooded Davis's mind . "Step forward boy" his father said with meaning. "I promised the sheriff I wouldn't paddle your sorry little ass but you can give the sheriff those overalls back." "Yes pa" the boy said and remained standing where he was. "I mean right now boy or are you stupid?" "But pa, I don't." "Now boy! can't you do somethin as simple as that?" All eyes were fixed on Davis as he slipped the overalls off down his body. He gathered them up and walked to the sheriff. His body burned with embarrassment as he was forced to parade in the dirty, stained jock strap with his bare ass on full view and with his own mother looking on." "Well look at you, fucking little pervert what in hells name are you not wearing there." Davis noticed his older brothers rubbing the fronts of their dungarees and his balls tingled with fear. "Pa, please, the sheriff said you promised not to paddle me." His voice crackled. "That's right boy, that I did and I am a man of my word." The relief was obvious when his pa handed the paddle to his mother. He turned to his two other sons "You boys take your brother here into the hay barn." They stepped forward and taking a bicep each they moved toward the barn. "Davis let out a scream of horror. From the corner of his eye he saw his father unsnap and draw the wide belt from his jeans. His cries of noooooooooo died away when the barn door closed. "Man of my word sheriff." Even the sound of the belt slapping into the palm of Mr Grants hand turned the stomach. "I said nothing about my belt, he's getting twenty from me and another ten each from his brothers...... a days work lost and disrespecting you." "Your his pa sir but." Carl thought the sheriff was going to throw in a bargaining chip for the boy but instead he said. "He also smashed a taillight on the pickup." The belt landed hard down Mr Grants leg. "I'll make that thirty then:" Mrs grant opted not to enter the barn with the three men. The screams coming from the boy were deafening at first. His slender body had been strapped along an old saw horse. His straight arms and legs down each leg of the horse leaving his hands and feet around six inches from the floor with baling twin around his wrists and ankles to hold him firm. The crossbar dug painfully into his upper body while crushing his cock and balls into the end of the bar. The belt had been alternating on each bum cheek five and five. When twenty had been delivered the screams had become a mixture of low screams, sobs and hiccups. The outline of the two straps of the small garment had created a framed target for the belt. The straps had in fact almost been ripped away from the broad waistband by the belt. Several times the tip of the belt had snaked between the boys bum cheeks and hit his sphincter and his exposed ball sack. The higher pitched screams had indicated each hit.. Davis lay motionless when he was first cut free. His father shouted at him to stand up. He struggled to his feet. He did not have the energy to rub his sore and bruised bum cheeks. Even if he had he knew his father would have slashed his hands away with the belt, rubbing was not allowed. His brothers then held him up. His whole front, inner arms and inner thighs looked sore and pock marked by the rough wood of the horse. He was then suspended from a bale hoist and drawn up on his toes. The brothers took turns in lashing their brothers body. His bum, the backs and fronts and sides of his upper thighs. Passing the belt back and forth only increased the punishment time. Sheriff Bronton enjoyed fondling himself at the sight in front of him. When the boys had finished inflicting their ten each Davis's ass and thighs were glowing red. His body heaved and jumped with his sobs. Both white straps had dropped away from the waistband of the jock strap, caught and ripped away by the tip of the belt leaving his shrivelled cock and balls exposed under the free hanging pouch. "Take that fucking thing off him." One of the boys stepped forward and yanked it down and off leaving Davis hanging naked. "Mr Grant stepped up in front of Davis with the belt wrapped around his hand ready for use. You got another ten to come boy. The sheriff there tells me you smashed a sidelight and seeing as you have no money I guess you have to pay for it another way. "No sir, please no more, no more pa please. He let out a loud cry to punctuate his plea. "It hurts sooo much pleeeeease!" "I guess your right boy, if a rattle snake bit that torn up arse I doubt you'd feel it." The hanging boys body dropped with relief, a moment of triumph. He was the only one who did not see his father stoop down and pick up several long strands of discarded bailing twine. He knotted several strands at the ends, he knotted the other ends together then taking the knot in his grip he began to flay the boys exposed cock and balls with venom and pure hate while shouting. "You will never bring the law to this house ever again. He repeated the word `again' ten more times, each time with a lash of his makeshift whip. "Good day sheriff" he said as he walked past the sheriff and deputy and left the barn." Carl drove the cruiser back to the police post. Dwayne had on his lap the discarded whip that Mr Grant had dropped outside the barn. "Your looking a bit shaken Carl" he said. "You never seen a boy get a whipping before?" "No sir, not like that. Poor boy." "Yes boy, and all because he was stupid enough to film himself giving his girlfriend one up the arse!" "I guess sheriff." "You did get the video I sent you earlier yes?" "Errrr......yes sir sheriff yes I did, pretty careless of him sir." "Certainly was Carl, certainly was..... a bit like your burning your wrist with the coffee earlier on." "I guess so sheriff, I guess so." The next couple of minutes were like tumbleweed in the cruiser. Then. "In that video Carl did you notice anything about Davis Grant aged fifteen and the Davis Grant who likes to fuck his girlfriend in the arse." "Sheriff.....I.....I....." "He doesn't have a little tattoo of a love bird or maybe a swallow on his left wrist. Now, I am willing to bet my badge that if I got you to take that bandage off your wrist we will find out who the mystery boy is. Turn down the next track to the old well house." The old mill was out of view of the road. The cruiser drew up outside the old ruin. Dwayne sat slapping his palm with the knotted strands of the whip. Carl stared ahead through the windscreen. "Tell me Carl, before you applied for this job had you heard any rumours about Sheriff Dwayne Bronton?"Some seconds ticked by then. "Yes sheriff I had." "You have another twelve months of training to undergo and then my recommendation." The slap, slap of the whip on skin was all that broke the silence. "Well boy, if you want me to carry on training "inverted commas sign" you and get my recommendation then I suggest you step outside and strip naked, lean with your hands on the roof and spread your feet. I reckon you owe that boy some compensation." Reluctantly but slowly Carl got out. Dwayne waited until he leaned naked against the open doorway. "Now, that cock looks familiar. When I have finished tenderising those boy jewels I want you to make me a nice video of you shoving your sore cock into that tenderised boy arse. You understand me boy.?" "Yes sheriff I understand." Dwayne hauled his fat body out of the cruiser and walked around to Carl. "But before I do that, get on your knees and get this down your throat." The sheriff had already dropped his shorts and boxers. His cock was hard and drooling as it entered the hot mouth. "Atta boy Carl all the way down that throat. Yes, me and you are going to be doing a lot of patrolling together this next year, we are going to get real close, some serious training. Now, if you agree let me feel those throat muscles squeeze my hard cock." He heard the boy gag as he closed off his throat. "That's a good boy. Carl Morris...... aged eighteen......oh and from now on you address me as Sir! Only adults and fully fledged deputies call me sheriff, you understand.......Myyyyy boy, you certainly know how to control those throat muscles, I will take that as a yes then. I just need to figure just how sore I am going to make that cock of yours. Even Carl heard the resounding slap of the knots slapping skin. Some ten minutes passed when Carl felt the hot cum fill his throat. The pubic hairs crushed into his stretched lips as he gagged. "Don't worry boy you will soon get used to it and after each time you will make sure you lick and clean up my filthy cock and balls with that tongue of yours, do you understand?" Sheriff Dwayne Bronton felt the distinct crushing sensation on his cock. "And just so you understand Carl, that cute arse of yours now belongs to me, understand? No words were needed. Just the boys throat muscles repeated clamping on his cock was sufficient. The End I hope you enjoyed this stand alone story. If you did why not give Nifty a donation and drop me a mail with your comments.