It's Your Choice
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR
Boys learn that crime doen\'t pay.
` 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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