Date: Tue, 24 May 2016 19:58:30 -0400
From: r1nl8@hushmail.com
Subject: Seventh Grade Part Four

Seventh Grade Part Four

May, 2016

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Seventh Grade Part Four

After the Controllers made their rounds, Thomas and Paco perked up,
snatched the forms and made their way out of the gym and into the `liquor
cabinet.'

Naked, of course, they spread the forms across a table at the front of the
room, lighting only one small table lamp, eager to study each of
them. Aside from checking out the charts of the boys, to find out their
size, hair growth, and the rest, there was one big question that had to be
answered: Who was the father of Leon? He had also led his son to a brutal
caning, and he needed to be punished also. They went through page after
page and just in the nick of time they saw the name Leon O'Neill at the top
of a page. The bottom was signed by Caleb O'Neill, father.

They quickly folded and held the forms tightly when they realized they were
not alone in skipping the kool aid. A half dozen or so had also skipped
that part, recognizing what drinking the juice meant.

One at a time the men entered the room with trepidation, not sure if they
should stay or go.

"Hey guys," Thomas said, "come on in! We wondered who else might join us."

As the men came in, they introduced themselves to all of them, also telling
which boy was theirs. The other men began to do the same, naming and
describing their boys; making some kind of connection for the originals,
Thomas and Paco. Some men described their sons as average compared to the
others they had seen, some admitted their sons were no where near as
developed, and a few said their's were larger and with more hair. But
having seen all the other boys, they didn't boast. Instead they had a more
complete understanding of male pubescent growth and development.


Amongst the men was a tall thin brown haired man with a sprinking of chest
hair, scattered armpit hairs, and a thick brown bush around a slender,
soft, four inch penis - surely to reach 7 when erect. Others of various
shapes, hair growth, and penis sizes gathered together with no inhibitions.


Maybe this experiment would work, after all.


Out of the corner of his eye, Paco noticed a very thin man, maybe 5'6, with
blond straggly hair. Paco gently poked Thomas to point out the newcomer. He
was so thin his ribs were visible. Below his navel was a very, very short
stubby little dick, with incredibly low hanging pecan sized balls. He
seemed shy to enter, and Thomas and Paco immediately keyed in on that.

They went over to introduce themselves and found out the shy 28-year-old
was none other than Chris's dad, Jeremy - the one who made his son take the
cane, the one they had promised to punish. Yet here he was, frail and shy,
wondering what had happened to his son. He had looked and looked and his
boy seemed to have vanished.

With a wink to each other, Thomas and Paco gathered up the forms in a roll,
and reassured him Chris was fine, they had spent time with the boy earlier.

"Come," Pedro said, "we help you find your boy."

The three left together, ostensibly to search for Chris. To finish the
night, all they had to do was find Leon's dad, a man named Caleb, so the
punishment would be richer and stick with both men forever. They would
never hit their boys again, or allow them to be hit.

Helping Jeremy along, they each took a side and guided the dazed man
through the exit at the back of the gym. Once outside and far away from the
school, they found the perfect trees to tie Jeremy's arms
outstretched. Paco found a strong birch switch while Thomas secured his
feet. Jeremy couldn't understand what was happening to him! He questioned
what was happening, why these other dads were doing this, and he shouted
for help and pleaded for the men to let him go.

"Hang tight Jeremy," Thomas said. "We'll be back shortly so the night can
begin. Everything will be made clear to you, so save your questions."

Wrapping a bandana around his mouth to stifle his moans, they temporarily
left the punishment area as quietly as they entered, leaving Jeremy alone
to struggle and wonder what was going to happen to him.

Returning to the gym, they methodically studied all the faces they
could. After nearly an hour, they finally found the man they had been
looking for. He was fast asleep, drugged, and held a pillow instead of his
son. They rolled him over on his back and pulled back the cover.

Caleb had blondish red hair, more red than blond, but down below was a
different story. He had a thick bush of bright red pubes, with a narrow
trail leading up to his navel. His chest was completely smooth, but his
underarms also held dense red hairs, looking a bit sweaty.

Checking further down the man's body, they felt rather large testicles,
with a nice covering of red hairs, and the hair led down to his tight ass
hole. Circling the rectum was a tight ring of dense hairs, attempting to
hide his most personal part.

With a quick glance at each other, they knew they had explored enough for
now. There was a whole night to go, and ample opportunity to get to know
both Jeremy and Caleb in their most intimate moments. Also, to watch the
men be forced to touch, smell, lick, finger and suck each other (and their
captors) was going to prove rich indeed.

They quietly lifted Caleb under his arms, glancing around to make sure
there were no witnesses, and once he was between them they led him out the
door much like Jeremy. Occasionally he would stumble, or mutter some
incoherent phrase, but they dragged him along until they reached the
private area they had chosen because of its distance from the gym, on the
far back corner of the land. From the looks of it, no one ever went back
there. It was perfect.

With Caleb still too dazed to cause trouble, they laid him down in front of
a fire they built earlier. Jeremy was dumbstruck. `who was this man? Why
had they brought him?' His head was in a swirl when the men approached him,
Thomas in front, Pedro behind. First Thomas released the shackles chaining
him to the tree. Pedro replaced them with other ankle shackles, but with a
three-foot-long PVC pipe separating his legs.

Next a wide leather belt was affixed around his waist and padlocked, too
tight to escape, and chained and locked to a nearby tree. He was able to
wobble his way in a six to eight-foot circle, so long as he got accustomed
to his feet being so far apart. Finally, they unlocked the wrist shackles
from the trees, and replaced them with new leather wrist bands padlocked
for security, but they included about three or four feet of chain between
them allowing him freedom to move his hands around.

Jeremy was glad to be allowed the extra space to move and stretch, but
still, who was the man lying in front of him, passed out and pliable to his
two captors.

Thomas and Paco were both in front of him Caleb. Thomas slapped him on the
face a few times to grab his attention. The only response was a grumbling
and a little twitching from his supine body.

As Caleb lay there, conscious only enough to recognize the two men's hands
touching him on his privates, squeezing on his balls, and mumbling about
how they shouldn't be touching him like that, they did the same as they had
done to Jeremy; the padlocked waist band, the wrist cuffs, the ankle locks
that spread his legs.

They lifted the half conscious man from each arm and moved him to within 2
feet of Jeremy. Although already chained, they had to cuff his upper arms
to lock him to trees so he would stay upright.

Jeremy, now quite awake, looked at the man so close in front of him. The
man was taller, had a big patch of red pubic hair, and a cock three times
the size of his own. He didn't know whether to be excited, shy,
embarrassed, or thrilled. Against his control, however, his small penis was
becoming erect, and that definitely made him cringe with embarrassment.

The captors paid attention to everything. Nothing escaped their eyes.

"Take his cock in your hands, Jeremy." Thomas instructed.

"Bu . . . But . . ." was all he could get out before Paco, unseen, caned
his ass as hard as possible with three good stripes.

Jeremy screamed and begged, but they both reminded him of what he had
caused to happen to his son.

Finally, he understood. This was all about Chris's caning in front of all
the other boys.

"Grab his cock with one hand, hold his balls with the other," Thomas
ordered. As a reminder Paco gave him a quick switch on his lower back to
remind him.

Jeremy, trembling, reached over to touch the man's cock, much larger than
his own, and cupped the man's balls in his hand. They seemed so big, and
the hair covering the skin was more than Jeremy had ever seen before.

"Hold it, squeeze it, make it hard," Paco said firmly, and Jeremy did as he
was told, until Caleb was totally erect and beginning to drag himself out
of the mental funk he was in. Slowly gaining a semblance of consciousness,
he realized he was bound, and not only that, some strange man was tugging
on his junk!

Slowly Caleb was able to stand on his own, and he protested and pulled at
the chains holding him. He had seen the man directly in front of him, the
one with his hand on his cock, a time or two in the gym.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Caleb shouted. "Let me go. You fuckers
are going to die before I'm done with you. And you, faggot," staring at
Jeremy who was holding the man's erection, "take your fucking hands off of
me."

Paco now took position behind Caleb, and began to beat his lower back, ass,
and upper legs with the switch and cane, alternately. Caleb screamed in
pain, so it was better to gag him, and he continued until he heard nothing
but a whimper from the big mouthed asshole. Caleb had done nothing to
endear himself to his captors.

"You can stop Jeremy. It's time for Caleb to learn his place," Thomas
said. "Caleb, you don't want Jeremy to touch your cock. OK. Turn around and
put your back to Jeremy."

"Damn right, shithead," Caleb mumbled, loud enough to be heard. With the
restraints it took some maneuvering to turn around, but eventually he had
his back to the fuckwad who had been feeling his dick. Only now he was face
to face with Paco, armed with switches, canes, thin branches, and even a
leather belt.

"Arms over your head Caleb," Paco demanded.

"Fuck you."

Before the words finished leaving Caleb's mouth, he was struck hard, first
across his abdomen and then directly across his dwindling erection. Paco
even took an upward swipe at the loose sac hanging below their prisoner.

Caleb screamed and writhed in pain, near tears. The hit on his balls was
incredibly painful, and he wondered if the pain would ever stop.

"Arms over your head Caleb," Paco demanded again.

"OK, OK," Caleb whimpered as he lifted his arms and placed his hands behind
his head, exposing – for Paco's sake – his dense patch of red armpit
hair. Paco walked towards the man and grabbed at the hairs, rubbing the
pits and checking out the length of the hairs and size of the patch. Then
he leaned in to smell the man's armpits. He smelled sweaty and musky. Caleb
needed a shower two days ago.

Paco took his time studying Caleb's muscled physique. He touched him
gently, going down to pinch his nipples hard enough to elicit a yelp, then
further until he pulled angrily at the ample bush of red hairs with one
hand while squeezing his balls with the other. Caleb, trying to alleviate
the pain, pulled his groin in and clinched his legs together as much as
possible. He was pleading with Paco to stop hurting him, begging him to
release his testicles.

Thomas, behind Jeremy, took Jeremy's hand and oiled up his hand and then
the prisoner's penis, no more than about two fingers in thickness
anyway. He would reach over and finger Caleb's asshole, oiling it up as he
did. Then Jeremy was to insert two fingers directly into Caleb's rectum –
not slowly, but to shove them in as hard and fast as he could. Jeremy
looked terrified, but nodded in agreement.

Paco was still yanking on the red head's pecker, tugging at his balls, and
pulling his short hairs. Thomas stepped behind Jeremy to force his greasy
fingers in the man's crack, probing towards the hole. Invaded from front
and back, Caleb squirmed and protested with little else to prevent what was
happening to him.

Thomas first enjoying rubbing the tight, hairy rectum, rubbing on the hole
to relax it a bit before shoving the entire length of his index finger
inside the anus. Caleb screamed out in pain, and while Thomas was finger
fucking him, he looked over at Jeremy and winked – his sign to assume
the position to fuck Caleb with his own penis. As quickly as Thomas stepped
back, Jeremy clumsily shoved his cock up Caleb's hole. The rectum was so
tight it was difficult to proceed, and with the subject moving around and
protesting and trying to stop the invasion, it took a great effort for
Jeremy to succeed in fully fucking Caleb.

Soaked in tears and crying profusely, Caleb finally let go and gave in to
what was happening to him. Seemingly, as soon as he did, the thin penis was
removed and Thomas began to clean his ass with a warm wet soapy cloth,
being gentle around the rectum.

"Time to suck his cock," Thomas said. "Get down on your knees and do your
job."

Obeying the orders given to him, he turned around to face Jeremy again, and
dropped to his knees. Looking directly at the small penis in front of him,
he was rather curious. The sac was silky thin skin with low hanging,
although small, balls, and his small patch of blond hairs was kind of
interesting to observe.

They allowed Caleb to relax and look towards Jeremy, securing his wrists to
tree limbs to the left and right. He leaned in, and almost choking on every
stroke, sucked Jeremy's cock to save himself from being beaten again. He
kept glancing towards his captors for a chance to stop, but he was forced
to keep going until Jeremy almost reached orgasm - then his mouth was
pulled off immediately.

Thomas and Paco approached Jeremy with a look of incredible anger -
stemming from seeing his boy whipped in public.

"Oh no, no, please," he pleaded. "I've learned my lesson!!! Please don't
hurt me anymore!"

He moved around front and continued fondling Jeremy's erection and
scrotum. Jeremy squirmed around, asking Paco to stop, but instead he got
several whips of the switch directly on his penis and then two hard ones on
his balls. Jeremy screamed in pain.


Paco took the head of the small hard on and held it up against Jeremy's
belly, then swatted it over and over with the switch. The man's penis was
bright red as Thomas returned and told Paco to lighten up a bit. He did,
returning to the man's ass for another half dozen before dropping the
switch.


Ignoring his plea's, Paco was in front, pulling hard on the hair patch in
front of him. with both hands and a thumb and two fingers from each, Paco
pulled and stretched the light brown pubes circling Jeremy's cock. He
slapped at the man's balls, hanging so low below the cock.  He grabbed them
in a fist, stretched them out, and used his right hand to make the smooth
sac tighter.


Then he began, gently at first, to spank at the now tight sac. Then stopped
being so gentle when he began to spank the nice sized nuts. Jeremy moaned
and cried out, but no one could hear him. Tears were coming, but Paco kept
up his torture, while Thomas was taking care of his own business behind
their prisoner.


Thomas was on his knees, with a near perfect ass directly in front of his
face. He had a short switch he used abundantly, making sure each strike
would leave a nice red stripe. He took his time, to make the most impact of
course, but also to get the most enjoyment. Occassionally he would stop so
he could spread the short skinny man's cheeks apart.

Jeremy had a decent amount of hair down his ass crack and circling his
tight pink hole. While Paco was pulling the pubic hair so tight it may come
out, Thomas was pulling the anus hairs as hard as he could. Jeremy didn't
know how to relieve the pain. Pulling inward only allowed his rectum to
present itself more. The same was true if he tried to tighten up his bum.

They squeezed his balls til he thought he would die. They poked and prodded
into his tight virgin asshole. Sometimes they would even take swipes at his
nuts with a cane. Sobbing and shaking he swore he understood what he had
done to Chris and swore he would never let such a thing happen again.

Thomas, with his switch from behind, forced Jeremy to spread his
cheeks. Then he viciously began to spank Jeremy's pink hole til it was red.


With tears streaming down his cheeks he agreed to suck each man while being
spanked by the other, if only they would forgive him and let him join their
little family.


Over the next hour the captives would suck and fuck each other, captured in
pics by Thomas and Paco. Eventually, all of them would taste each other's
cocks, explore all of their privates, finger each other, and share stories
about their son's.


Sitting in a small circle after all four had at least two orgasms, Caleb
and Jeremy understood why their captors hated seeing Chris and Leon caned
in public and only due the boy's own father's. The humiliation they endured
was completely unnecessary and finally they understood what they had
done. Talking about the boys, and the examinations they had to perform on
the first night, the men acknowledged a bit of excitement at seeing their
son's at their most vulnerable, and unconscious. During the talk both
Thomas and Paco noticed that Jeremy's cock was growing, and soon returned
to the slender, five-inch erection, and low hanging balls they had both
begun to find very erotic.



The men begged forgiveness and promised to treat their sons better. Paco
nodded to Thomas, who went back into the gym and grabbed ten juice cups; 2
for each of them and 3 each for Jeremy and Caleb. While he was gone, Jeremy
could only whimper while Paco stroked his erection.


They began to untie their weak and exhausted captives. Both collapsed in
their arms. They took Jeremy and Caleb back to their own floor space. They
opened the covers and allowed them to slide in. They both took one side of
each - Thomas facing the rear of Caleb, who faced the rear of Paco who
faced the rear of Jeremy. Thomas, with his hand already on Caleb's butt,
began probing a finger at his tight hairy hole.


Soon enough, the drugs placed by the Counselors and the alcohol they had
consumed all by themselves, had taken their effect. Thomas fell asleep
while coddling Caleb's ample nuts in the hairy sac. Paco fell asleep with
his index finger half-way inserted into Jeremy's hole, surrounded by the
somewhat less hairy crack of Chris's Dad.

Assuming the boys were already sleeping soundly, the men drifted into a
deep sleep.

The only thing they missed was the fact that neither of their boys or Chris
were in the huge bag. Only Leon lay there alone, sleeping soundly.
Confused, the sedatives were taking effect and they had to lay down,
curious where the other three were.