Backwoods Justice

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Backwoods Justice

PJ Franklin

Stu and Denny lived deep in the backwoods somewhere in the Carolinas. They were southern boys and Army buddies, casualties of the Vietnam conflict in the 1960's. The two had entered Army boot camp together at age 18 then had been shipped into the jungles of Southeast Asia where they manned an outpost and kept themselves alive for the entirety of the whole conflict. When they returned home to the good old U.S.A. they quickly found out, as many Vietnam war vets did, that America was not particularly fond of Vietnam War vets. Upon finding this out, they looked at each other and said, "Fuck 'em!"

They took their Army pensions and savings, headed for an Army surplus depot, outfitted themselves for the duration and set out into the American south, the Carolina woods to be more exact. The plan was to permanently camp in the backwoods, travel to a nearby small town once a month to fetch mail, cash their pension checks, get what few supplies they needed and then generally just live out their lives in peace and solitude. They would be comrades to the very end. That was nearly 40 years ago.

So by now, Stu and Denny lived as Army bred and raised survivalists. Their encampment was a veritable copy of the outpost they had built for themselves against the Viet Cong in Asia those many years ago, only better. They had a dense perimeter of complex traps and snares to ensure that human or animal intruders would be caught and then, if human, "convinced" to never come near them again. They hunted and fished, trapped game, and eschewed society at every turn. They had shared and survived the mental horrors of that era's conflict, now they would share what remained of each other with each other.

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"Goddamn it Billy! We're lost now! I thought you said you knew how to get to that river back here. I wanted to fish and now that we can't even do that, we're lost and can't back out!" Tommy berated his buddy. "Oh, don't act like such a faggot Tommy, jezuz, it's an adventure, you know, I heard that some of them old crazy army survivalists lives back in here."

"Oh great! Haven't you ever heard of the movie Deliverance ?!" Tommy said with a comical frown of worry. "That shouldn't bother you none, you love takin' it up the ass," Billy teased. "I do not! I have a girlfriend!" Tommy replied. Just because Billy caught Tommy one day masturbating his pud and looking at some porn that wasn't exactly girlie porn and he had never lived it down. "You call Jennylynn a girlfriend? If she were any uglier, she'd be a guy and most guys would be prettier than her!!'" and Billy just guffawed as they drove slowly through the night, the headlights of the small car barely penetrating the dense blackness.

Billy finally stopped and they got out of the car and shut the lights off. "Damn! It's dark out here, gives me the creeps!" Tommy said. "Jus wait a minute, your eyes will adjust." Well, for better or worse they started to wander about a bit and just like that, they lost track of the car and the road and were doubly lost. Tommy was livid, "Fuck fuck, fuck, fuck! You are gonna get me killed or worse!" Tommy complained. Billy just rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Hey lookie there, isn't that a light up ahead?"

"Yea….let's check it out." Five minutes later of walking, Billy and Tommy found a path. They were sharing one flashlight between them. Suddenly, the flashlight was flung from Billy's hand and then both felt their feet swooping upwards!! "What the holy fuck!?!" Billy yelled. "Billy!!" Tommy yelled. Just a short distance away the red light flashed its signal that trap number 45 had been sprung. Stu and Denny had been busy gutting the game they had caught earlier that afternoon when they saw it. They looked at each other and big grins crossed their faces, "Hot damn!!! We caught us somethin' Denny come on!"

"Right with ya boss!!" Stu said and they grabbed their rifles and Bowie knives and headed for the trap. Billy and Tommy were yelling at the top of their voices, "Help!! Somebody Help us!!" Stu and Denny arrived and looked up, shining their bright torches up at the two young men. "Denny, look what the good lord done brought us tonight!"

"Yup, company." Stu and Denny slowly lowered their catch to the ground and unwove the boys from the sticky netting. "Oh man! We sure thank ya. We thought we would be up there forever mister," Billy said. But Tommy was paying more attention. These old boys were not smiling. "Well, what do think Stu? You take that one <pointing to Billy> and I'll take the other <pointing to Tommy> and we'll see which one has the tightest butthole!" and the men gave the boys these ugly stares. Tommy looked at Billy, "Billy!!"

"Um … now … they is just trying to scare us and that's OK, we deserve it, huh fellas, you ain't meanin' us no harm are ya?" Billy asked nervously. Stu looked dryly at Denny and then pointed his weapon at the boys, "Oh yea, we mean for ya both to be scared, and then we mean to have us a little fun teachin' you boys a good lesson about wanderin' around where you're not wanted."

"Please mister! Don't hurt me! I ain't done nuthin!" Tommy started to whine. "Shut the fuck up Tommy! Now look you guys, we got money back home and we sure will pay ya, jus show us outta here, please!" Stu chuckled, "We don't need no money you little prick, we need us some lovin'" Tommy blanched so much he almost glowed white, "Please mister! I'll do anything, jus not that!" Tommy pleaded. "Tommy you little fuck! Shut up! And let me do all the talkin'!" Billy said brusquely. Stu then stepped forward and put the muzzle of his rifle right at Billy's temple, "I would suggest that you shut the fuck up and let me do all the talkin."

"Yesssir," Billy replied respectfully. Stu and Denny marched their catch, two strapping nineteen year old idiot boys back to their base camp and bound their wrists up to a pole and talked about what to do with them. The boys were terrified and looked it as well as Stu and Denny walked over. "OK you two, here's how it's gonna go. We're gonna cut you loose but you are both gonna behave and take your medicine." Then the boys watched as the two men unzipped their trousers and slipped them off, naked from the waist down. Their pricks came out hard and wagging.

Tommy's face screwed up and he mumbled, "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh damn!" Billy was too terrified to mumble anything, he wished he were dead. Denny held a rifle and Stu came over and let them down and cut their shackles loose, "Both of you, strip naked now!" Stu said and raised his rifle. The boys had no choice. They got naked and were trembling pretty good. "See that table over yonder? Lay across it, together," Stu ordered them. Tommy looked at Billy who looked back as if this was their last night on earth. Tommy went to say something to the men, but Stu held up the rifle, "Not one word, not one goddamned word or I'll blow yer brains out." The boys, shaking like leaves, walked naked over to the table and lay over it side by side, their bare fannies up in the air.

Stu went around the other side of it so the boys could see him and the rifle and his hard prick. Denny approached from behind, "Now you two are gonna get a good old fashioned country strappin' Teach you to not endanger yourselves and invade our god given privacy." And surprise of all surprises for the boys, a big old leather razor strop appeared and Denny started to whip on both of the boys' bare bottoms. Again and again the blistering punishment fell like red hot rain upon the two upturned behinds. Tommy started to bawl right away and try as he might, the stoic Billy did the same after a few more heavy licks. In no time at all, their behinds were a mess of red welts! Stu came back around with Denny as the boy's sobbed and pleaded, "Please sirs!! No more!! Please no more!!" Billy pleaded. Tommy did the same. Stu looked at Denny, "Looks mighty fine doesn't it?"

"Sure does!" Denny said. "Shall we?" Denny asked. "Yup, we shall!" Stu said and laughed. And then the two men got a little closer to the red hot fannies and started to masturbate their hard big pricks. It took no time at all before two startled sore-butted boys realized that hot man jizm was shooting onto each of their sore butts. They had no words for what was happening to each of them, no words at all. "Yeeehawwwww!!" the men shouted as the semen shot all over each young red tailed boy. And when they had done their thing, the men backed off and said,

"Now get the holy hell off of this land you're standin' on or I swear you'll find another hot load up your behinds!!" Stu shouted at the top of his lungs. Naked, with goo dripping off their bottoms, the boys took off in the dark. Stu and Denny were laughing their butts off. They had not had such a good time in years at the expense of the two lost young men. Billy and Tommy ran and ran and ended up crashing into bushes and trees and by the time they got back to a road and their car , was a good thirty minutes later. By then they were scraped and abraded, exhausted, muddy, sweaty and totally humiliated.

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Now, this would ordinarily be the end of this tale. It would have some moral attached to it, something about staying out of the backwoods of the Carolinas at night if you valued your male virginity or the hide on your backside, but the tale does not end. For it would seem that Tommy and Billy broke up as friends. Billy blamed Tommy for what had happened to him that night, no matter it was nobody's fault. But that was OK with Tommy. Tommy lay in his bed at night after night for two long weeks and all he could do was masturbate himself recalling every detail of the adventure.

The butt strapping particularly had a strange affect on Tommy and pretty soon, he had wished that the men's hot juicy loads had been deposited up where "the sun don't shine." Finally, Tommy could stand it no longer. He packed up as much food as he could, stuff he thought the survivalists could use and slung the package over his shoulder. He took nothing else but the clothes on this back and told his ma that he was going to college for four years to learn things. His Ma, her nose stuck pretty permanently in a bottle of gin waved goodbye, "See ya boy!" she replied. Off Tommy went. Well, even by daylight it took Tommy a day and a half to find Stu's and Denny's camp. But when he did, he was careful and approached so that he could be seen, "Hello!? Hello!? Anybody back there!?"

Well, it didn't take long. Suddenly he was face to face with Stu and Denny. "What the holy fuck boy?! What are you doing back her again!?" Stu said with a big frown. "Um, here. I brought this stuff, thought you could use it," and Tommy gently tossed the package to the men. Stu rapidly checked it. "Hmm, some good stuff here Denny."

"Why you come back boy?" Denny interrogated. Tommy knew that anything but the raw truth would not suffice. "Well … fact is … Billy and me broke up. You guys scared the living shit outta him and he ain't been the same since. Blames me for getting his ass beat and jized on. Fact is, now that's all I can think about, that and getting my ass strapped. Makes me hard jus sayin' it!" Stu and Denny looked down and sure enough, Tommy's young prick was as hard as nails in his jeans. They lowered their rifles, "How do we know it's not a trick, a trap and that other guy is just waiting to do us harm? You too for that matter!" Stu challenged.

Tommy nodded, "Yes sir, well I can't prove it none, 'cept that I know it would take the whole US Army to get through to your camp and Billy, well he ain't no Army and as for me, I jus want … well, I'm jus a pup. Told my 'ma I was goin' to college for four years andsaid my goodbyes. Rather live out here with two real men who know how to live proper in the outdoors. I'd be a help, you could teach me things and I'm as horny as they come." Stu looked at Denny like Tommy was crazier than they were. "Are you queer boy?" Stu then asked.

Tommy smiled, "Hell, I don't know queer from dogshit. All I know is that town back there got some ugly females that all they want is babies. I don't want no babies, I jus' want to have sex and lots of it. You guys like sex don't ya?" Stu looked at Denny and grinned, "You're that one called Tommy aren't ya?" Tommy grinned, "Yessirs! That's me!" "Well Tommy. Looks like you got two backwoods Daddys now. So you come along and do what your Daddys tell ya!" Tommy grinned really big, "Hotdog!!! I ain't even got one old man back there, and now I have two!"

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Well, now the tale is indeed done, but if one were to take a peek now, deep into the Carolina woods, deep back there where Stu and Denny rein as kings of their domain, you would hear and see quite a sight. For there is Tommy, decked out in full camo gear hunting side by side with his new found Daddys, Stu and Denny. Or, you might hear the sound of the strap, rhythmically slapping its oiled leather across a young man's willing rump, a rump that has learned that the key to his happiness is the fiery hot stinging that makes his prick hard. Then you might hear the satisfied grunting of one of Tommy's Daddys satisfying his lust up Tommy's happy behind.

But you would also see two Daddies sucking on that boy's randy prick and putting a smile on that boy's face. And you would sense that there was enough love and respect to go around for all three of them together. Funny thing, Tommy's college never seemed to end and neither did their little family out in the deep backwoods of the Carolinas.

The End