Author's note: What you are about to read is a true story. It is based in fiction. It is about fictional people in a fictional place doing fictional things during a fictional time. But it truly is a story. Dickie
Note to the Readers: Nasty Games was never intended to be an ongoing story. But because of the readers' input and desire to read more about Billy and his adventures, it has grown. The Chapters were never numbered because I had no idea it would go on like this. So here is the sequence in which to read the whole story (this is mostly for the new readers). Nasty Games Nasty Games: Billy's Tail Nasty Games: Billy Spends the Night Nasty Games: Billy gets sent to the Principal Nasty Games: Billy's Boo Boo Nasty Games: Billy's New Family I hope the e-mail that has inspired this on going story continues. It has been the encouragement of the 'Billy Fans' that has kept me writing and off the streets hunting for children. I would like to thank everyone for their correspondence and support and I would like to encourage others to add their requests and insights to help me better entertain. Dickie
Little Billy sat next to the tombstone in the old dark graveyard wearing just his 'Doctor Denton' one-piece pajamas with the flap in the back seat and foot coverings; his black teddy bear named Mickey clutched tightly to his chest. Looking up at the darkened sky he watched as the storm clouds rolled on by. A flash of light caught his attention; no sooner had Billy turned his head towards the light there came a horrific clash of thunder, causing the boy to scream in fear and bury his face into his teddy bear. Billy was beginning to recall this place from last night; this was where his nightmare began. The little eight-year old boy turned around and crawled on his hands and shaking knees to peek around the corner of the tombstone; there he saw the dark and spooky abandon asylum towering over the cemetery. He was startled for a moment when he felt something move under him, looking down Billy saw that his little teddy bear was also on all fours looking around the corner of the tombstone. His little heart was pounding as he began to remember what he had seen and what had happened to him last night at the hands of the mean people inside of there. Quickly sitting back down and hiding behind the safety of the tombstone he looked around the cemetery; Mickey was doing the same thing as Billy; they could see that the cemetery was fenced in by a four or five-foot tall stonewall. The only ways to get out were through a black iron-gate and that lead to the courtyard of the asylum or to climb over the far wall.
Picking Mickey up, Billy hugged the stuffed teddy bear closer to his chest Billy made a mad dash to the far side of the cemetery away from the asylum, ducking behind tombstones periodically looking behind himself to see if anybody was giving chase. Listening for any noise that may tell him that someone had seen him; Billy could only hear the sounds of the wind blowing through the dead trees and leaves that lined the cemetery. The ground was cold and damp, covered with a layer of mud and dead grass; everything around him was dead.
"We got'ta get out of here Mickey!" Billy whispered in desperation, he was shaking out of fear more than the cold air that blew around him, after another lighting bolt and clash of thunder he began to muster his courage again. Mickey's small stuffed arm pointed towards the stonewall at the far end of the cemetery, indicating the way he wanted Billy to run. Feeling that the coast was still clear Billy made his way to the stonewall and there the small boy reached up with his free hand to grip the top of the wet and slick wall to climb out. He had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it but then he wasn't strong enough to pull himself out with only one hand. To free up his other hand Billy place Mickey's ear in his mouth and bit down to hold onto his teddy bear, and with both hands he pulled. But the stuffed doll was still in his way; in an act of desperation Billy pushed his teddy bear up to the top of the wall, where Mickey pulled himself up and then turned around to help his young master. With both hands now freed Billy jumped up and grabbed the wall and pulled himself almost all the way up. With Mickey pulling on the boy's arm to help him, but as Billy brought one of his legs up he accidentally knock Mickey off the wall and the small doll fell over to the other side, with his stuffed little arms waving about as he fell, never making a sound.
When Billy made it to the top of the wall he laid on his belly hugging the cold wet stone, he then looked over for Mickey and saw the little bear standing back up in a big pile of leaves, dusting his fur off. Billy quickly rolled over and began to let himself down the other side of the wall, but he lost his grip on the slick stones and fell backwards just as Mickey was looking up to see where his master was.
The little eight-year old boy fell onto his backside into the pile of dead leaves. Quickly sitting up the little boy started to look around for his teddy bear. "Mickey!" He whispered loudly for his small friend. "Where are you?" He was afraid that his little buddy had run off and left him there all alone.
Billy could barely hear a muffled sound, and then he felt something moving under his bottom. Looking down between his legs, Billy could see two little furry legs kicking about. Quickly the small boy jumped and spun around to see Mickey sit up right, his stuffed little snout was pressed down against its face. Mickey brought up both of his paws and began to brush off his face and stretch out his smashed nose.
"Sorry." Billy squeaked.
Dropping his stuffed arms to his side Mickey looked back up at his young master and gave the boy a disapproving glare as he puffed out a dead leaf from his mouth.
A bright light and another explosion of thunder startled both of them. Billy reached out for Mickey's paw and jerked the doll up off the ground as Billy took off running with Mickey in tow down the hill and away from the asylum.
At the foot of the stairs that led up to the front door of the asylum sat a small ten-year old boy named Jimmy. He wore only a long tee shirt that was too big for him; his short cut blonde hair was neatly comb and in his hand was a small rubber ball. Every once in a while he would toss the ball into the doorway of the asylum and then in a matter of just a second it would come bouncing back to him. Every time the ball would come back he could hear the familiar buzzing sound of the monster that hid in the shadows of the foyer just inside the doorway. The monster was a hideous thing, a body of an over sized hornet that must have been at least four feet in length and a deformed face of a man. It would guard the inside of the doorway and trap anyone who would enter the building, causing the victim to suffer a long night of nightmares at the hands of the lost souls that dwelled inside.
Years ago, when Jimmy first came to this place in his dreams, the monster had caught him inside and mauled the small boy. Jimmy knew that the monster, known as Mr. Boogie to all those cursed to spend their sleeping hours here, could not leave the interior of the building. So Jimmy would spend some of his nighttime tossing a ball to Mr. Boogie, sort of like play with death, while he waited for one of his other friends to show up and then they could go off and play. Jimmy enjoyed himself here in this 'Dreamland', it was a place where a person could acted out any fantasy, break any law of physics or even a few moral laws of behavior and have no memory about it in the morning. Everybody who woke-up from this place would only remember a good nights sleep or a bad nightmare, but they could never remember the entire content of their dreams.
Jimmy bounced the ball into the doorway to his evil friend when he noticed a movement over his head. Looking up he saw May flying away from the building, her long nightgown flowing in the breeze as she swam through the air. Jimmy could never figure out how to fly here like May did, he tried to fly once by jumping off of one of the tall trees but he fell and woke-up to a bed he just pissed in.
The ball came bouncing back to him, as he caught it he saw another person leaving the asylum yard. He turned his head and saw little eight-year old Lacey Thompson running through the courtyard, heading towards the front gate. In her arms was a little white teddy bear she was hugging close to her breast as she made her escape as well.
He tossed the ball back inside as he smiled to himself. Jimmy could still remember his own teddy bear he used to bring here with him. The shame was that, teddy bears could only come here if you were to sleep with them. If you didn't take your teddy bear to bed with you and hold it in your arms, they could not enter this place. The old bear's name was Max; it was a ragged old brown teddy bear with only one eye, he could change his size at will. Jimmy and Max used to wrestle all the time; he could even climb up on Max's back and ride him. Max was Jimmy's protector and friend, but Jimmy's favorite memories of being with Max were that the teddy bear would help Jimmy act out his desires, even the _s_e_x_ual ones when Jimmy grew older. But sooner or later little boys stop sleeping with teddy bears and the teddy bears stop playing with little boys. There were many times when Jimmy wished that he could remember to sleep with Max just once more. But being older now, it would be silly for him to sleep with a stuffed doll. Now old Max sits on a bookshelf that is mounted over Jimmy's bed, next to his many trophies.
The ball came bouncing back to him. "Hey Boogie?" Jimmy asked with a sly smile.
Mr. Boogie's eyes opened wide and he moved closer to the door.
Seeing that the monster had come closer into the light, Jimmy smiled. "Do you remember Max?"
There was a bright flash of lighting followed by the rumbling boom of thunder as Mr. Boogie's eyes widened in fear, he franticly moved back into the shadows while looking back and fourth for the boy's furry guardian.
Jimmy laughed out loud. "Yep! I guess you do." He then tossed the ball back inside.
After a few more minutes of playing catch with Mr. Boogie Jimmy stood up, his butt was getting cold sitting there on the damp steps. He tossed the ball one last time to Mr. Boogie and he began to walk away while rubbing his small bottom through the white cotton tee shirt that hung down to his knees. Looking back over his shoulder Jimmy called out to Mr. Boogie. "I guess Johnny's not coming tonight. I'm going to go look for someone else to play with."
The boy could see the hurt look on Mr. Boogie's face. "If I can't find no one....I'll come on back and we can play some more catch. Okay?"
Mr. Boogie pressed his thin lips together and gave the boy a small smile as he raised the ball. He watched the blonde boy walk away, he could see the boy's small butt cheeks as they moved under the material of his tee shirt. The deformed soul of Mr. Boogie licked his thin lips as he watched the boy walk away remembering how good that boy had tasted the last time he caught him. He sure wished that he could get the blonde haired boy to come inside just one more time, even just so he could lick the boy's skin just once more. Looking back down at the ball he sat back on his other four legs with his wings folded back he tossed the rubber ball up in the air, content on waiting for the blonde boy to return.
A ghostly white hand emerged from the shadows and caught the ball in mid-flight. "Didn't anybody ever tell you that it's rude to play with your food?" An old and ragged voice whispered. From the shadows emerged a tall thin man, he wore a long black coat that reached down to his shoes, on his head was a black derby hat and under that hat was the ghostly white hairless head of Sandman.
Mr. Boogie gurgled and grunted as he reached up to take his ball back from the tall figure, his wings buzzing about as he tried to grab the ball away from Sandman.
Sandman walked past Mr. Boogie and stepped outside, there he watched as Jimmy walked away from them. "That was one of the boys who helped the other two escape last night?" He asked while never taking his old eyes off of Jimmy.
Mr. Boogie continued to reach out to grab his ball but every time his deformed hand went beyond the doorway he could feel the burning sensations again and Mr. Boogie would recoil from the anticipated pain that came whenever he went beyond the confines of the building.
Sandman stood still for a few seconds watching Jimmy walk further away, as if in deep thought he turned to re-enter the asylum. He was blocked from re-entering by Mr. Boogie who was standing in the middle of the doorway with his two deformed hands stretched out, in his own way asking for his ball back.
Sandman gave Mr. Boogie a blank stare, as if he had forgotten what he was holding in his hand. Raising his hand, Sandman looked at the small rubber ball then without a word he let it roll out of his hand and fall onto the front porch.
Mr. Boogie's eyes widen as he watched the ball hit the doorframe and then bounce away from him and towards the stairs. In utter disbelief the deformed monster watched his only possession bounce away, he watched it as it hit each step until it came to rest on the ground.
Sandman walked past Mr. Boogie back into the shadows of the building. "Next time, maybe you'll remember. You are here to torment these souls. You are not here to be their friend. Bug!"
Sandman walked down the dark hallway, listening to the beautiful sounds of the many souls that were pulled into here every night to be tormented. Their screams were music to his ears as were their pleas for mercy. "Lupus!" He called out. "Lupus, where are you boy?"
"Over here!" A boy's voice cried out from down the dark hallway. "I'm busy!"
"I have a job for you!" Sandman stopped. "Come here now!" He commanded.
From down the hallway Sandman could hear the familiar sounds of grunting and the whimpering of a child. He waited another second before walking further down the hallway, around a corner down on the dirty floor Sandman found who he was looking for. On the floor was a naked boy that seemed to be no more than nine years of age, he was face down with his bottom up in the air. On top of the boy was a black wolf _f_u_c_k_ing the boy. The boy's face was twisted in pain as the animal continued its onslaught, with each thrust the boy was pushed a little bit further down the hallway.
The boy looked up at Sandman and screamed. "HELP ME!"
Sandman rolled his eyes. "Will you stop playing with that pup! I have a job for you!"
The wolf refused to release the child as it continued to rape the small boy's bottom.
Sandman couldn't help himself as he was being quite turned on by the site. The shear contrasts of the boy's smooth skin and the animal's dark fur as the beast raped the small boy was a wonderful site to behold. Finally the wolf's bucking began to subside unlike the boy's cries.
"For the last time!" Sandman demanded. "Finish and lets go!"
The wolf ripped its self away from the abused boy, causing him to cry even harder. The wolf leaned against a wall panting for air.
Sandman looked one last time at the boy, who had rolled himself up into a fetal position crying. "Jake!" He snapped.
The boy looked up with pleading eyes that overflowing with tears.
"We're not finished with you yet." Sandman smiled. "You are going to pay for every soul you've soiled and for all the fun you've cheated us out of over the years."
The boy, who's name was Jake, was about to scream again; when he felt something grab his ankle. Rolling over onto his back Jake saw nothing there, but then something jerked the boy and pulled him down the dirty hallway, kicking and screaming. He was pulled into a room that was full of vengeful and perverted shadows waiting for him, as he was pulled inside the door was slammed shut and his cries could be heard no more.
The smile on Sandman's face faded, he then looked toward the wolf. "Are you ready now?"
Where there had been a wolf before now stood a boy of about ten years in age with a pale face and jet-black hair wearing a long black coat that hung down to his shoes. The boy looked up at Sandman and smiled at his master; it was a hideous smile, for all of his teeth were jagged and his eyes were deep black. He reached inside of his coat and pulled out a black derby hat and put it on his head. Lupus then trotted up to Sandman and placed an arm around the man's waist as they walked down the dark hallway together.
Little Jake lay face down on the floor in the pitch-black room; all was quiet. The pain of just having been raped by the large wolf was slowly disappearing, but the fear of being mauled again was stronger than ever. The boy could feel the cold dirty floor under him as well as the cold air that kept blowing against his skin. With his every controlled breath, dust would fly up into his face, he was too afraid to even move. Just when the cold floor was beginning to become painful against his naked body he noticed, all of a sudden, he was wearing something. On his next breath, he puffed up a dust cloud, which cause him to have a coughing fit. When Jake's fit stopped and he opened his eyes, everything had changed. The room was no longer dark, but lit up; the floor was no longer dirty put shinny clean. Slowly he stood up and looked around the room and at himself. The room looked like a private hospital ward; there was a white brass bed with soft white sheets on it. The walls were all white as was the tile floor, there was a white cabinet in the corner and a full-length mirror with a white frame standing next to it.
As Jake walked slowly up to the mirror, the resent event of having been raped by a wolf was almost completely gone from the boy's memory only fear remained. Jake looked into the mirror and saw himself; he raised a hand to his face and touched his cheek unbelieving in what he was seeing. But there he was right there in the mirror, wearing soft white cotton pajamas....a boy. A boy of about eight to nine years of age with soft brown hair cut into a crew cut and it was he. He brought his hands up to his eyes and looked at them up close. "What the Hell's going on here?" Jake whispered to himself.
"A good choice of words, little Jake, or do you prefer the name Jacob." A deep voice whispered in the empty room. "Or perhaps Principal Jenkins."
Jake spun around in fright, for he thought that he was alone in the room. In the corner by the door, there seemed to be a shadow. There were no other shadows in the room, in fact there were no shadows anywhere even under the bed. The entire room was bathed in bright white, except in the corner where the voice had come from. Jake took a step forward straining his eyes, in the shadow he could barely make out the outline of a man sitting in a wooden chair. It seemed to be a tall figure of a man, wearing a gray cloak over a black suit. Jake tried to see the man's face but all he could make out was that the man had dark hair and a squared-off jaw; nothing more. Jake had a strong feeling that he was standing in the presents of an evil person.
"W-w-who are you?" The small boy squeaked, then he tried to clear his throat as if there was something inside. "W-where am I?" His entire body was shaking; he just knew he had to be dreaming, but everything felt so real and clear.
The man sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. "Most people call me a Daemon, I am the one in charge here." He then stood up and walked towards the window, the shadow he had been sitting under followed him. "I am the one who was called to this place by a witch over a century ago, when she created the curse that holds me here." He stood looking out the window for a moment, the outside light had no effect on his shadow it still covered him. "I am the one who must bring fourth a sacrifice to my Master." He looked down at Jake. "Our Master!"
Having just heard the word sacrifice and the overwhelming feeling that he was in grave danger, little Jake mustered his courage and leaped across the bed and raced to the door. The man in the shadow just stood still and watched as Jake discovered that the door was locked. Jake franticly pulled on the doorknob, screaming for help but none would come.
"Was it something I said." The shadow man asked sarcastically, then he chuckled to himself.
The door suddenly shook violently and a horrendous chorus of roars from the other side sent Jake jumping away from it, he spun around to face the strange man. "Please! What are you?" The small boy screamed, fighting back the fear that was consuming him.
The man leaded back against the windowsill and folded his arms. "I already told you that. Do you think I am lying?"
With wide eyes little Jake answered the man. "A-are y-you the Devil?" The small boy squeaked.
The Daemon's eyes lit up bright red then he roared with laughter. "THE DEVIL?" He shouted out and then laughed some more.
Although the Daemon in the shadow seemed in a happy mood, his laughter was sending Jake into a new level of panic. He looked like a lunatic as he laughed at little Jake's question.
"HELL KID!" The Daemon roared. "YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO KISS ASS!"
Jake crooked up his nose, not sure how to take the man's statement.
The Daemon's laughter stopped as quickly as it had started; it was almost as if turning a switch on and off. The room grew deafly quiet as the two faced each other. "I only work for him. As will you." The Daemon could see the absolute fear swelling in the boy's face and he loved it. "You see Jake, you've already lost your soul to us many years ago."
Somewhere deep in Jake's mind he knew that the Daemon was telling him the truth, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to accept it. "B-but w-when? H-h-how?" He whimpered.
The Daemon continued to periodically look out the window as he talked to Jake. "It was when you raped Susie."
Franticly Jake searched his memory, there were so many children he had molested over the years but the name Susie had to been one of the names he had forgotten.
Looking back to Jake the Daemon saw the confused look on his face. "Your sister."
Then Jake's eyes lit up as he remembered, but before he could say anything the Daemon waved his hand across the room. Jake then saw in the middle of the room an older boy with his back to him, standing in front of a baby's crib. Jake timidly walked around to the front of the older boy and saw that it was himself when he was about twelve years of age. The older Jake was wearing a Boy's Scout uniform and he was standing next to the opened crib, where inside was a small two-year old baby girl laying on her stomach repeatedly crying out 'NO!'. Jake watched as the older boy removed the baby's training pants and lifted her skirt exposing the babe's innocent bottom to him. Jake tore his eyes off of the babe's backside and looked into the face of the older boy and saw the wicked smile on his face.
"You've been a bad girl!" The older Jake scorned. "You need a spanking!" The boy raised his hand and slapped the small bottom. The small girl screamed in pain and the boy radiated with power as he continued to torment the babe.
Little Jake remembered the whole thing now. He was twelve and he had just finished reading his first porno novel that he had found in a trash can, it was about spanking and butt _f_u_c_k_ing. He wanted to try it on someone and who better than his baby sister. Little Jake watched as the older boy continued to spank the baby girl's bottom red. He listened to the child's screams and pleas for mercy, but the older Jake wouldn't stop he was having too much fun. Little Jake watched as the older boy opened his pants to release his small boy dick from its confines. He stepped up closer to the crying babe and rubbed his hairless skinny 3-inch finger size dick up against her bottom.
"Yeah! You've been a real bad girl." The boy hissed as he reached for a bottle of baby oil to liberate his small boy dick.
"No." She whined.
In a comforting voice the Boy Scout said. "I know you're sorry honey. But now you have to make me feel good." With that said the older Jake pushed his boy-sized dick into her small bottom.
Little Jake was getting excited as he remembered his youth. He _f_u_c_k_ed and abused his baby sister for over ten years. As she grew older and made friends, Jake would find ways to molest them as well. It was her little boy friends that Jake learned to love the most. He felt that boys had better asses to play with and that they took the abuse better than girls did.
"That's right Jake, you lost it when you raped your baby sister in her crib." The chilling voice of the Daemon spoke. "All the others were just icing on the cake."
Jake turned his head away from the vision in front of him to look at the Daemon as he spoke, but as soon as he did the vision vanished and it was just the two of them in the room again. "Am I dead?" He almost whispered.
Looking once more out the window, the Daemon chuckled. "Not yet." Once again there was a deafly silence in the room, Jake had no idea as what to say. "Your soul, like many others, are brought here at night for our amusement when you sleep." The Daemon then pointed to the mirror. "Look at yourself."
Chills were running up and down Jake's back as he slowly looked back into the mirror and saw the small boy looking back at him. He could see that the boy in the mirror had tears running down his cheeks and that he was terrified.
"That is your soul you are looking at. In your bible it says that you hairless apes are the children of God. Those weren't just pretty words. Your soul is as you see it there, childlike and innocent." The Daemon took his eyes off of the window and looked back down at Jake.
Utterly defeated, Jake lowered his head and whispered. "What are you going to do to me."
The Daemon smiled. "I am going to save your life." The man then walked back to the corner and sat back down in the chair and crossed his legs. "You see Jake, although our Master and I love what you've been doing to children, the other souls that dwell in here do not."
Once again the door to the room shook and the things on the other side could be heard as they tried to get in.
Waving his hand in the air, the Daemon continued. "It's like this, they love to torment innocent souls very night and since you've moved here and have been practicing your hobby of molesting little children the dark souls here have been getting your sloppy seconds." Leaning forward in his chair the Daemon moved his face a little closer to Jake's and whispered. "They really don't like sloppy seconds." He sat back up and spoke plainly again to the small soul. "So they told the witch, that holds the curse here, to send them you so they could have some revenge. Now then because of your age and your lousy heart they were counting on giving you a heart attack tonight, there by trapping your soul here forever. But I have other plans for you."
Jake had lost all control in his knees as he fell back onto his rump on the cold tile floor. "What plans?"
The Daemon smiled. "You see Jake a hundred years ago a witch came here and gave our Master a human sacrifice and our Master gave her me. Now its time for another sacrifice or my time here is over and when my time is over we have to return to our Master. I can promise you that is something you don't want to do....meet our Master as a failure. Now then, last night we had the soul of the chosen sacrifice here, trapped inside the building. All the witch had to do was, bring the body of the soul here while the soul was trapped and we kill the body and hold the soul."
Jake could feel the air about him suddenly turn bitter cold.
The Daemon looked up at the ceiling, his eyes burning red as his anger mounted. "BUT NO!!!" He roared. "THAT STUPID BITCH WITCH HAD TO GO AND _f_u_c_k_ IT ALL UP!!!"
Jake scampered back, away from the Daemon, cowering on the floor. With the Daemon's roar the walls shook, the mirror and widow exploded sending powered glass everywhere.
The Daemon calmed down, then he continued. "Last night that stupid witch got herself distracted and the spell that held the soul here was broken. It was only broken for a minute, but it was enough time not only for our sacrifice to escape it also helped another soul to escape as well."
The door was almost shaking off of its hinges, as the animal growling on the other side was becoming more intense.
Looking at the door for a moment, the Daemon stood up and walked to it as he straightened his cloak. He stopped at the door and looked down at Jake for a moment. "We can talk about this again later. The others are anxious to get their hands on you."
In a panic Jake scampered up to his knees and held onto one of the bedposts. "But you said you were going to save me!" He cried out.
The Daemon chuckled. "I said I was going to save your life....for now." Then pointing a finger at Jake. "You had better get used to this! After all you are going to Hell." With that said he turned and left the room.
Jake saw, as the Daemon opened the door to leave that beyond the door was pitch-black darkness. Jake closed his eyes and shuttered, as the room became colder, it was then that he realized that he was once again naked sitting on a freezing cold floor in a dark room. As he looked around the room, all was silent once more; he noticed that everything was the same except that now instead of a clean hospital ward it looked old and abandoned. There was some light coming in from somewhere, but Jake couldn't tell from where.
The door to the room slowly opened to reveal two men in tattered white hospital gowns, neither of them were wearing pants and both of them had huge hard-ons. The first man was a giant, his head was almost as high as the doorframe, his arms were huge with a thick layer of hair all over them. The second man was a bit smaller than the first; in fact he seemed to be overly skinny.
The skinny man pushed past the giant and rushed up to Jake and grabbed his small arm. Jake tried to struggle but the man's grip was solid. "You little _s_h_i_t_!" The skinny one shouted. "I signed on to _f_u_c_k_ with virgins! But no you had to come along and ruin it for me!"
Jake had to turn his head away from the man, his breath smelled like rotten meat. "Please!" He pleaded.
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" The skinny man screamed. He then picked little Jake up and threw him onto the bed.
The once soft looking bed was now just bare rusted bedsprings that bit into Jake's flesh. Jake quickly rolled over onto his back, in order to kick at the man but the skinny man grabbed both of his legs and held them straight up in the air, then he spread them apart. Without another word spoken the man jerked himself forward slamming his man's sized _c_o_c_k_ into the small orifice of Jake rear-end.
Jake screamed with everything he had as he felt his butt being tore apart. With each thrust Jake was pushed across the bedsprings and they bit deeper into his skin. While in his turmoil he looked up and saw a large _c_o_c_k_ come into view, it was the other man.
The giant had crawled up onto the bed and now was standing on his knees, squatting down to the boy's face as the boy was being pushed towards him. "Lick it!" The giant ordered.
Jake twisted his head back and fourth, but the giant grabbed his head and held it still.
"Now lick it!" He ordered the boy again.
Jake brought his tongue up and licked along the man's shaft. With each thrust from his rapist, Jake's head was push further between the other man's legs soon he was licking the man's balls.
The giant moved a little forward, placing Jake's face right under his large and hairy ass. "Lick there too!"
Jake quickly brought his hands up to hold the big ass away from him. With one hand on each hairy cheek the boy pushed back as the man began to sit on him.
"I said lick it!"
Jake brought his small tongue out once more and he began to lick the inner sides of the man's ass. As he licked the vile smelling ass he heard one of the men say; 'We're just the first two asshole! There are hundreds more behind us!' Then to Jake's utter horror he saw the anus open up, he knew what was coming and he started to suck in air to scream. But before Jake could cry out, his face was covered and his mouth was filling with hot _s_h_i_t_. He shook his head back and fourth trying to escape the flood of crap, only to have it smearing all over his face. His mind was spinning as he continued to repeat in his head; 'Its only a dream....its only a dream....'
By this time little Jimmy had walked all the way to the back of the building, where the old greenhouse stood.
The old greenhouse was connected to the main building it was domed shape and about forty feet high. Here in this dreamland the some of the windows were still intact, most of them were broken with dead vines hanging out of the broken ones. A layer or two of dead and almost dead plants surrounded the base of the greenhouse. No one dared get too close to the structure for everybody knew of the Isis plant that lived inside.
Little Jimmy stood with his back to the greenhouse; he had jumped up onto the small stone wall and was looking out towards Preacher's Creek. Off in the distance, away from the cursed area, Jimmy could see all of the other souls who had made their way to the safe area. Looking up into the sky Jimmy watched as the storm clouds of the curse swirled around the building. Anything under the cloud would hurt them, it was under the Cursed Storm that nightmares dwelled. If a soul could get out from under the Cursed Storm then that soul could doing anything that it wished and wake up the next day refreshed and feeling great. In all the time that Jimmy and his best friend Johnny had been coming here, they had yet to figure out how to stop the curse. Even May had tried to find a way to stop the curse and she had been coming here twice as long as Jimmy had.
Looking down the hill Jimmy could see the small figure of Billy running down the hill with his new teddy bear in tow. Jimmy laughed to himself as he saw Billy running away with his little arms waving about and his pudgy little legs kicking from side to side. "Shoot kid! You look like Jerry Lewis running like that." He said to himself.
Jimmy fell silent.
He thought he heard something behind him. Slowly turning around Jimmy looked back toward the greenhouse but there was nothing there. Quietly he stood still waiting to see if he could hear it again and again there was nothing. Jimmy hopped off the wall and began to walk back to the front of the asylum....then he heard it again. It sounded like a groan. Slowly he crept up to where he thought he heard the noise, careful not to make too much noise himself. Behind a thicket of vines, Jimmy could see someone curled up against the building crying. All Jimmy could see was that the person was wearing a white tee shirt like him and he had black hair. Then Jimmy realized it had to be Johnny, someone must have caught him inside of there.
"Johnny!" He whispered.
But the other person stayed huddled with his back to him crying.
Jimmy took another step forward and reached out for him. "Come on Johnny! You're too close to the building!" Taking another step forward, Jimmy reached and grabbed his shoulder. "Come on man! You're too close! They're going to get you again!" Jimmy whispered in desperation as he began to tug on his shoulder.
Suddenly the other person spun around and grabbed Jimmy's hand. "Got'cha!"
Jimmy looked in horror into the face of his captor, he saw the pitch black eyes gleaming at him and the jagged teeth as it smiled. "_s_h_i_t_!" He shouted as he tried to pull away but something wrapped around his ankle and jerked his feet out from under him sending Jimmy face first into the crotch of Lupus, sending both boys falling backwards. Jimmy could feel himself being pulled away, frantically he grabbed for anything he could get his hands on. Rolling over onto his back he looked down as he was being pulled away from Lupus, around his right ankle was a thick vine pulling him towards the greenhouse. Rolling back over onto his stomach, Jimmy continued to grab for anything he could hold onto. The vine was pulling the boy into a hole in the side of the class wall of the greenhouse. In an act of desperation Jimmy grabbed the sharp edge of the broken window and held on for all he was worth.
By this time Lupus had sat up, he could see Jimmy hanging onto side of the class wall fighting not to be pulled inside. Scampering on his knees, Lupus moved quickly to Jimmy. Giggling and laughing to himself, Lupus sat on his rear and began to kick at Jimmy trying to force him into the greenhouse.
Jimmy tried to block Lupus' attacks but he was loosing ground quickly. Looking up, he could see right up into Lupus' tee shirt as the boy sat on his rump kicking at Jimmy. Jimmy could see the kid's small dick nestled between his bare legs. In an act of desperation Jimmy thrust his right hand up Lupus' shirt and grabbed his dick, digging his fingernails deep into his flesh.
Lupus immediately stopped kicking and started screaming as he felt his dick being pulled from him.
Jimmy had lost his grip on the window and was pulled inside the greenhouse the only thing keeping him from being pulled in any deeper was Lupus' pecker.
As Jimmy was pulled inside, Lupus was pulled right up to the side of the greenhouse. There the dark soul stood on his knees, his groin pressed up to the hole in the glass wall, howling up into the sky as he felt the unbelievable pain of his nards being ripped off. Suddenly the pain was gone, Jimmy had lost his grip and was now being pulled the rest of the way inside. Lupus fell back onto his butt, slowly his breathing came back to normal and ever so timidly he raised his tee shirt to look at the damage. His small dick was somewhat bloodied but at least it was still there. Lupus looked back towards the hole in the wall, he could see Jimmy being pulled deeper inside to the Isis plant. In a panic Lupus shouted out to Jimmy...."Hey! Wait up!" He got down on his hands and knees to craw into the hole after Jimmy. "That was great! Do it again!"
Jimmy was rolling around trying to find anything to grab a hold of as he was pulled to the center of the room. He found what seemed to be a tree trunk, he reached out and grabbed it and held on. As he held on another vine had crept up around the tree trunk and soon it was wrapping itself around his wrist. The boy tried to free his wrist only to have his other hand tied as well. Soon Jimmy found himself completely tied up, both of his arms and legs were being held apart and stretched the boy as far as he could be stretched. Jimmy was face down just inches above the floor as he was held spread eagle completely in the power of the Isis plant.
"Turn him over!" A ragged voice spoke.
Before Jimmy knew what was happening he was somehow flipped over and was now facing straight up. "Johnny!" Jimmy screamed out for help as he twisted his body back and fourth. He kept repeating to himself 'Its only a dream....fight it and wake up.' "Johnny Help!" Jimmy knew he just had to find a way to wake up, so he continued to thrust about hoping to fall off his bed.
A tall ghostly white man came into Jimmy's view and he looked down at the boy and smiled. "It's been a while since we've played with each other. Hasn't it Jimmy?"
Jimmy knew he was in sweet smelling _s_h_i_t_ now and it was Sandman's _s_h_i_t_. "_f_u_c_k_ you!"
In a calm voice Sandman taunted the boy. "Maybe later." Looking up Sandman could see Lupus limping over to them smiling. "What's the matter with you, Mutt?"
Pointing down at Jimmy, Lupus explained. "He practically ripped my dick off!"
Sandman snorted. "It would have been a small loss."
"Hey!" Lupus protested.
Down the dark hallways the screams for help echoed along with Jimmy's as he fought for his eternal life. In the foyer sat Mr. Boogie, patiently waiting for the blond haired boy to return and give him back his rubber ball. After all, why suffer the pain of going outside when the blonde haired boy would gladly give him the ball. The constant cries for mercy was something he was used to, in fact at times Mr. Boogie felt cheated that he couldn't partake in the fun. Then amongst all the other cries for help, Mr. Boogie thought he heard a voice he knew. This intrigued the twisted soul, so he carefully and quietly moved away from his post by the front door and moved deeper into the building. Listening carefully Mr. Boogie followed the cries, knowing he had to be careful not to be caught leaving his post by the door.
Sandman and Lupus laughed louder as the Isis plant continued to bond the boy. They watched as the vines continued to twist and turn along the smooth skin of Jimmy, sealing his fate by the second.
Jimmy continued to struggle against the vines. He saw the vines around his arms grow new smaller vines and move as they grew across his body. Smaller vines, almost as thin as a grass blade would grow fourth from the main vine and follow the contours of his arms. These smaller vines would either expand in size or would wrap themselves with each other and meld into a thicker vine. This process would continue along all of Jimmy's arms and legs. As the smaller vines would move they would tickle Jimmy unmercifully as they covered more of the boy's body. Jimmy watched as the vines on both of his arms move under the sleeves and slowly inching their way toward his torso.
Mr. Boogie had made his way to the far end of the hallway, where the entry to the greenhouse was. In the doorway he could make out the silhouettes of Sandman of his bitch boy Lupus. Beyond them he could see the Isis plant moving about with someone inside of its vines.
Jimmy could feel the vines as they crept up his legs; already twisted around his calves they were making their way up his thighs. They tickled without mercy across the backs of his knees, feeling like snakes slithering across him, hugging close to the contours of his muscles. "Johnny help me!" Jimmy screamed as loud as he could.
Sandman and Lupus were beside themselves as they continued to roar with laughter as they watched the Isis plant strangle Jimmy a little bit at a time.
Mr. Boogie's eyes went wide as he finally saw who it was inside of the Isis plant. It was the blond haired boy, the nearest thing Mr. Boogie had to a friend. He watched as the plant continued to cover the boy, he was becoming very excited watching the tormented boy fight for his life. But somewhere deep inside of him there was something sickening, a strong feeling of guilt and loss. If Jimmy was to die in here then he would be trapped here forever like Lupus and he would become likes Lupus; twisted and vile.
The more that the plant covered Jimmy the less the boy could move. He could feel the vines as they moved under his arms and across his armpits; some moving around to his neck while other slithered under his shirt to his chest and nipples.
"Johnny please help me!" Jimmy cried loudly, but not as loud as he had done before, the boy was weakening.
Sandman and Lupus were dancing around the plant howling up a storm with laughter. Sandman suddenly stopped and looked at the entry door, at first he thought he saw something there. Jimmy's pleas brought his attention back to the Isis plant and the soul he was about to capture.
Jimmy could feel the vines as they grew on his neck and moved up across his scalp, moving ever so slowly through his blond hair. The vines that were moving up his legs had made their way to Jimmy's buttocks; there they continued to follow the boy's contours slithering up his tender cheeks. While they were creeping up the boy's butt, other vines were moving across his scrotums and circling the boy's small dick.
"Pleeeassse! I don't waaant to die here!" Jimmy cried completely defeated to his two tormentors, which only caused more laughter from Sandman and Lupus.
The vines that were slithering through his hair had now moved into his ears and were clogging them as others were moving across his face. Down between his legs the vines on his bottom were pushing their way to the boy's anus, one thin strand of vine at a time they were moving into Jimmy. The vines around his dick were squeezing his dick tightly while others were moving into his piss slit.
With the only strength Jimmy had left he looked up as the vines were making their way to his eyes and mouth and prayed. "P-p-please God help me."
Sandman and Lupus were hugging each other with joy; they had finally caught one on the boys who had been guarding the front door of this place for the past forty-five years. Their master, the Daemon will be extremely pleased with them.
As the vines began to push their way into Jimmy's mouth, past his pressed lips and cover his eyes; in a last act of desperation Jimmy shouted the only true friend he ever had here. "MMMAAAXX!!!"
There came a horrendous explosion of glass from above somewhere. Jimmy looked up with his one uncover eye and a shower of glass and timber came falling down on him, amongst the falling glass and wood he could also see gold shinny things as well as a huge ball of fur and fangs. The next thing Jimmy knew an earth-shattering roar shook everything around him then he felt all that debris hitting him on the head. He began to struggle again, the vine had lost its grip and Jimmy was able to roll away from it.
He fell from his bed onto the floor, tangled in his bed sheets. He fought like a mad man to free himself; finally he reached up to his nightstand and grabbed his gun from the hostler. He jumped up and away from his bed, his left arm flew to the lights switch hitting it so hard he broke its cover.
Dripping in sweat, Sheriff James Parker, pointed his gun at the bed ready to shoot. Quickly darting back and fourth from the bed and across the room, looking for whoever it was that attacked him. His heart was pounding so hard he could he could feel his head throb. Then as his head began to clear, he took a long look at his bedroom. All of the bed-sheets were off the bed, twisted into a long rope. On the bed was a small pile of pictures and trophies he had won at pistol shooting contests. On top of those was the shelf on which they were supposed to sit on; a shelf that was supposed to be hanging on the wall over his bed. The throbbing in his head was getting worst, he brought his hand up to his forehead then he brought it back down and saw some blood on it. He walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. There was a bump on his head and a small trickle of blood seeping from it.
Placing his gun on the sink he wet a wash cloth and pressed it to his forehead, he walked back into the bedroom and stared at his bed.
"God_d_a_m_n_ shelf fell off the wall." He explained to himself.
Sheriff Parker continued to swear silently to himself as he held the wash cloth to his head with one hand and cleared the debris from his bed with his other. As he moved the gold plated trophies and pictures from his bed, he had by now assured himself that all he had was a nightmare and nothing else. He picked up the shelf and tossed it to the side of the room, taking his frustration out on the shelf. There on the bed was only one thing left....Max. Sheriff Parker smiled at the old stuffed one-eyed teddy bear of his childhood; it was the only thing he had as a child he just could not throw away.
"Well hey there Max." He greeted his old friend. Sheriff Parker looked down at his bed, although he was still tired and it was still the middle of the night; he didn't feel much like getting back into bed. Reaching down he picked up the old bear and carried him to a rocking chair that sat in the corner of the bedroom next to an opened window. There they sat down and rocked as Sheriff Parker looked out his window trying to remember what his nightmare was about holding Max to his waist.
Perhaps if the Sheriff's head was clear enough he might have seen the green leaves on the bed as well as a small hornet as it flew out of his window and into the night sky.
Billy kept on running down the hill, he had focused on a big weeping willow tree and headed for it. The ground on which he was running was still wet and covered with dead grass but the further he got from the asylum the thicker the ground cover was becoming. Franticly the small boy ran as hard as he could, his arms waving all over with his small black teddy bear Mickey in one hand being thrown about. His pudgy little legs kicking in all directions, practically kicking himself in his rear with each stride. By the time he had reached the tree, he was no longer under the Cursed Storm and sunlight was shinning down on him. The grass had become taller and thicker, it had almost reached to the top of his head. As if sliding into home plate at a baseball game, little Billy slid to a stop under the tree. Its long green limbs hanging down to the ground, the bare ground under the tree was warm, and the grass grew tall round the edges of the huge tree. Billy laid still on his belly trying to catch his breath, his head was resting in his folded arms. He felt something jump on his back and walk up to stand on his head, it was Mickey.
The small stuffed doll stood on top of Billy's head trying to see beyond the tall grass. He scanned the area carefully, he neither saw nor had he smelt anything that might single danger.
Billy held his head still, not wanting to knock Mickey off of his head. "Do you see anything?"
Billy felt the weight on his head push down then it was gone as Mickey had jumped off of his head. The bear landed in front of Billy then he sat down with his legs spread apart looking down into his young master's innocent face.
"No one coming?" The frightened boy asked.
Mickey just shook his head and smiled at Billy.
Billy dropped his head into the lap of the soft toy, still breathing hard. "Do you think they'll catch us?" The boy asked while looking back up into Mickey's face.
The bear just smiled some more and shook his whole body, no.
"You still don't talk much. Do you?"
Once again the small black teddy bear shook his whole body, no, while giving Billy a broad smile.
The small eight-year old boy giggled to himself as he lowered his eyes to the bear's stubby legs; there he started to trace his tiny finger along a seam that ran between the bear's legs. Billy moved his finger back and fourth along the seam, then across the center where the two legs were connected. Mickey began to kick his legs up and down to the boy's tickling.
Looking up into Mickey's red button eyes Billy smiled. "Do you like that Mickey?"
Mickey's tongue was hanging out and dripping with saliva, the bear quickly nodded his approval.
Billy looked back down between Mickey' legs and continued to tickle Mickey with his light attentions. "It's too bad you don't have a dicky down there like me." Looking once more into Mickey's red eyes, Billy continued. "They're fun to play with you know." Then something moved under the fabric, Billy looked down again and was amazed by what he was seeing. The seam where the two legs met began to part and from somewhere inside of Mickey a very small dick began to appear. Billy's eyes widened as the tiny pricklet pushed its way to the opened air. It was no bigger than Billy's own pinky finger, it was just right for such a small creature.
The nightmare excitement of the evening had completely disappeared from Billy's mind, all that the boy was concerned with was Mickey's little dicky. Nothing else mattered in the world, only that Billy and his new friend were all alone and Billy wanted to bond closer with his friend.
Billy lowered his head into Mickey's crotch and began to tickle the little thing with his tongue. Mickey laid both of his paws on top of Billy's head and rested his own head on top of Billy's soft hair, relaxing to the warm feeling that his master was giving him. Billy slipped the small dicky between his lips and he began to lightly suck on it while he moved his tongue back and fourth across it. Billy had moved his hands up along Mickey's outer thighs and gripped the soft doll where his buttocks would have been. Slowly as if morphing two hard, but hairy, butt cheeks began to form in the palms of Billy's hands adding to the boy's excitement. They didn't feel like they belonged on a stuffed doll but instead they felt as real as the puny dicky inside of his mouth, Billy's only wish was that he wished Mickey had a bigger dicky to play with.
Inside of Billy's mouth, where Mickey's dicky was being bathed, he began to notice how the small dicky seemed to be growing. At first the little thing could barely reach his tongue inside of his mouth but now it seemed to be lying across his tongue and it was taking up more room. Billy continued to suck and lick it and it continued to grow. Before long little Billy's mouth was full and Mickey's dick and it was making its way to the back of Billy's throat. This was more than Billy could have hoped for; he just loved the feel of a large _c_o_c_k_ inside of his mouth siding all the way through him. When Billy tried to raise his head to have a look at it, he couldn't move away from it. Mickey was slumped over the boy's head and he was holding Billy in place, bucking his now oversized _c_o_c_k_ down Billy's throat. For a moment Billy panicked as he tried to raise his head and couldn't but that panic attack disappeared as he became more comfortable in his submissive state.
When Mickey's orgasm hit, the doll held the boy's head like a vice, refusing to let the boy up. The teddy bear was filling Billy's mouth faster than the boy could drink it.
The warm 'Teddy Bear's Milk' was warm and sweet, like chocolate milk, Billy swallowed as fast as he could; he loved chocolate milk.
When the 'Teddy Bear's Milk' had stopped flowing, Billy continued to suck and lick Mickey's dicky. By the time all of the strands of milk were gone, Mickey's over-sized dicky had shrunk back to its original pinky size and Mickey was laying on his back smiling with his tongue hanging out of one side.
Billy looked up and saw Mickey's funny face and began to laugh. "You look silly!"
Mickey sat up and licked Billy's little nose, sending the boy into fits of laughter. The teddy bear continued his licking attack on Billy's face as Billy tried to roll away, Mickey would follow and continue licking the boy.
Billy found the safest thing to do, in order to escape Mickey's attacks, was to lay down on his belly with his hands over his head.
But Mickey would only push his snout between the boy's arms and lick Billy's ears, sending him into another fit of laughter. The boy had folded his arms and placed his opened palms over his ears, for protection. Mickey continued to lick the boy's exposed skin along the collar line of his pajamas and hair. Mickey looked up for a moment, when he reached the center of the boy's neck and was sitting on the back of Billy's head.
Billy was wondering where else Mickey would lick him and he began to wiggle his entire body with anticipation
Mickey looked down the child's back, along the center of his back were three snaps where Billy's pajamas were fastened. At the end of the seam of fasteners was the flap to Billy's rear end, the flap folded up a little, allowing a limited but enticing view of the boy's babyish bottom. Mickey smiled and licked his long tongue across his own mouth. Lowering his head, Mickey began to sniff with his cold wet nose down the boy's spine. He pushed his snout against the first snap but it wouldn't unfasten at first....
"Snap!"
The first fastener opened up and while Mickey pushed his cold nose further down Billy's spine sniffing and licking; Billy exploded into yet another fit of boyish laughter, wiggling his body back and fourth but never really trying to stop Mickey from doing what he was doing.
"Snap!"
The second fastener opened up allowing Mickey to move further down the boy's back. With so much of the boy's pajamas open, Mickey took a quick detour and pushed his head down Billy's side and licked the boy's salty bare armpits. Sending Billy into new heights of delight as he thrashed all over, slamming his arms tight to his sides and keeping his hands over his ears to protect one more of his most sensitive places. Leaving Billy's sides, Mickey continued to lick all over the boy's exposed shoulders and middle back area.
"Snap!"
The last fastener popped open leaving Billy's lower back completely exposed to Mickey's assaults. The small teddy bear moved his body lower, facing towards Billy's rear, he licked Billy's immature baby fat love handles causing Billy to rock and scream more with laughter as he kicked his stubby little legs about. Billy fought himself, he so wanted to roll away from Mickey's tickling attacks, but he also wanted Mickey to do whatever he wanted to do.
Mickey stopped licking for a second to catch his breath; he looked up at Billy's rear flap. With the rest of Billy's pajamas opened only the rear flap was left covering the boy's flank. He could see where the butt cheeks began on the boy's back although the crack was still out of sight. Mickey pushed his snout under the flap and pushed as hard as he could and then both snaps popped open at the same time sending the flap completely out of the way. The teddy bear looked down at the creamy white bottom of his eight-year old master; the two chubby but perky globes stood out from the rest of Billy's body. The bottom began on the boy's back with the 'Y' shape opening of the child's crack and that crack in the boy's bottom seemed to be just the right depth to bury his face all the way inside of the boy. Mickey first sniffed to boy's cheeks with his cold and moist nose with an occasional flick of his tongue. The child's taste was heaven sent and Mickey knew that better than anyone else in creation. He then moved his tongue to the crack and there Mickey pushed his nose deep into the assfurrow as he licked the child's special place. He pressed his nose hard against Billy rectum as he shoved his tongue deep inside the child's bottom.
Billy thrashed and kicked with excitement, praying that the sensations Mickey was giving him would never end.
Mickey had his face buried deep into the boy's assfurrow, both cheeks were pressed tightly against the doll's fury face, as he continued to shove his tongue in deeper yet. The teddy bear continued to tongue _f_u_c_k_ Billy's bottom until he finally found what he was looking for, the prostrate.
Billy grabbed at the ground, his eyes shut tight his body tensed up as his orgasm mounted.
Determined Mickey continued to tickle the child's prostrate, jabbing his tongue harder and deeper with each new assault.
Billy grabbed his pillow and screamed into it as his orgasm sent him shaking like he had never done before.
Then everything was still.
All was quiet.
Billy was completely relaxed.
A warm hand touched his cheek. "Its time to get up honey." A tender sweet voice spoke.
Blinking little Billy began to shake his head, trying to wakeup. Looking up he saw his new mother standing over him smiling.
Sally sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed the boy's exposed backside. "My. My. You certainly are a wild thing at night. Aren't you?"
Still lying on his stomach, Billy lifted himself up on his elbows. "Huh?"
Smiling Sally explained to the sleepy boy. "Well look at yourself."
Sleepily Billy looked over his shoulders and down his back.
Laughing lightly at the boy. "You've not only kicked off all of your bed sheets but you popped every snap opened on your pajamas." Looking down Sally also noticed that sticking out from under Billy's two legs was Mickey two fury legs. She then lifted Billy's bottom up and pulled the small teddy bear out from underneath the boy. With one arm Sally then stood Billy up to stand between her legs as she showed him Mickey. "And what's was this guy doing down there?" She asked with a broad smile.
Sleepily Billy giggled. "I don't know."
Sally then placed the doll on the bed and then she pealed Billy's pajamas off of the boy, leaving him naked standing up against her apron facing her. Billy's new mother placed both hands onto the boy's perky butt cheeks and squeezed them both. "Now then young man!"
Smack.
Sally gave her son a light spank to his naked rear causing Billy's eyes to widen to the playful spank. "I want you to go into that bathroom and do whatever it is you need to do."
Smack.
Another playful spank to his rear made Billy giggle a little as he moved closer to his mother. "I'll have your school clothes laid out for you here so when you're finished get dressed and come downstairs and have breakfast with your Pa and me."
Smack.
Billy wiggled his body to the playful spanks. "And don't be too slow about it. I may just come back up here and spank you some more, young man."
Now fully awake Billy laughed loudly. "I'm not a young man!" Billy teased. "I'm a little boy!" He then lifted himself across Sally's knee, showing his bottom in all its glory. "Give me some more little spanks so I'll be good today."
Sally played along with the eight-year old boy and spanked his naked bottom eight times. Then she stood him up and gave the boy a peck on the lips. "Now hurry up so you can have breakfast with your Pa."
Billy returned the light kiss to his Ma's lips and hugged her. "I love you Ma." He then broke away and ran to the bathroom, leaving his mother sitting on the bed watching him run off.
In the town of Cordell this morning, Mrs. Edwards the principal's secretary, was walking up to the schoolhouse a little early this morning. She seemed happier than usual this Monday morning, humming to herself, as she reached for her keys to unlock the front door. But to her surprise the doors were unlocked. She just shrugged her shoulders, figuring that Principal Jenkins must have forgotten to lock up on Friday. Today she couldn't have cared less, in her mind it was going to be a glorious day. The elderly lady continued to hum to herself as she walked down the empty hallway to her office. As she entered she laid her purse down on her desk and turned to start a fresh pot of coffee, only to find a fresh pot already perking.
"Mrs. Edwards?" A voice called from the principal's office. "Is that you out there?"
Mrs. Edwards jumped to the sound of the voice. Slowly she opened the half-closed door that led to Principal Jenkins' office and peeked around the corner. There Principal Jenkins sat, behind his desk doing his morning paperwork.
Looking up from his desk, he asked. "Good you're early. Could you get me a cup of coffee, please?"
"What are you doing here?" Mrs. Edwards almost shouted.
Startled by her outburst, Principal Jenkins jumped in his seat and raised his own voice to match hers. "I work here!"
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Mrs. Edwards rephrased herself. "No....no. I mean why aren't you dea....No....no. What I meant to say is....that....you look a little pale. If you don't feel good, then why are you here?"
Jenkins shook his head. "I feel fine. I just had hard night sleeping. That's all."
Mrs. Edwards backed out of the office to fetch Jenkins a coffee cup. As she brought it back into his office and sat it down on his desk, she asked. "Bad dreams?"
Jenkins picked up his coffee and took a sip. "I'm not sure....I don't remember much....All I can recall is....being smothered by a big hairy donut."
End.(maybe)
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