Cal
The Pirate: Part 2
by Bob
"Huck" D.
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I watched Drake catch his breath.
He was obviously very ticklish, regardless of how tough his feet
seemed to be. But as soon as the tickling stopped, he returned back
to normal, none the worse for wear. That's sort of what made it
almost diabolical. To stand here and watch a burly, well-muscled
and cocky teenager reduced to a wiggling, begging mass of laughter,
against his will was simply, amazing.
My reverie was broken as the magistrate spoke to the tourist group
again.
"Folks, we always encourage our visitors to help and administer
justice to the prisoner. So feel free to step up and see just how
much you can make him laugh!"
Immediately several small boys and girls trotted briskly to the
front of the stocks, and started tickling Drake's bound feet. They
elicited a few giggles and jerks from him, but they lacked the talent
of the trained young actors who had been working him over during
the first part of the public punishment session. I walked up to
them, and knelt in front of the stocks.
"See kids, ya gotta scrape your fingernail along his instep,
like this." I said, demonstrating by dragging my fingertip
along Drakes instep. He responded by yelling and trying to pull
away.
"Cal, c'mon...it's bad enough without you giving 'em instructions!"
The kids now redoubled their efforts, and it was paying off. Drake
began to jerk and wriggle as the little fingertips increased the
pressure and stiffly scratched his soles. The, a couple of the girls
started to drag feathers between his tied toes, and Drake erupted
into hysterics.
"AGGH! HA! HA! HA! C'mon! Quit that now! HA! HA! HA!"
Drake shook his head, like he was trying not to sneeze. Then he
strated yelling again.
"I swear Cal, I'm gonna git you back fer this! HA! HA! HA!!
I hope you never git in trouble, 'cuz if'n you do...I'll see you
in here!"
Cameras clicked and whirred. It was quite a scene. What Drake didn't
know was that I was in trouble; or had been. And I was on probation.
Unfortunately part of that probation was community service. I was
just thankful that my PO was back on the mainland. What I didn't
know was that my parents had my probation switched to Kelly's Island,
and I had my first PO meeting tomorrow morning!
"You'll be waiting a while Drake." I said grinning.
If only I knew then what I know now.
"Well folks, here comes the special treat I was promising you,"
said the Magistrate. He gestured towards the two boy actors who
were walking back towards the stocks. They were carrying a small
bucket, with a couple of paintbrushes, and a horde of hungry looking
dock cats were following them. There were at least a half-dozen
of the felines, all meowing and caterwauling incessantly, like they
hadn't eaten in months.
Drake panicked as the boys began to brush his feet with what looked
like some kind of dark, fishy oil, "w-w-wait a minute James,"
he sputtered. "Nobody said nuthin' 'bout....BWAH!! HA! HA!
HA! OH! NOOOOO! Git' 'em OFF ME!! HA! HA! HA!"
Drake
screamed and hollered, his face turned red, and he laughed so loud
you could hear him echoing off the other buildings in the square.
The fish oil wasn't only a good way to get the cats to lick his
feet, but it also lubricated the skin, making the effect of the
rough tongues even more torturous. What was worse was the cats would
stop every now and then to clean their whiskers and noses, and then
almost on cue resume their licking and lapping. I know how crazy
I would go when my dog licked my toes. Once, my girlfriend was fooling
around and she licked my foot; I almost kicked her in the face it
tickled so bad! I couldn't imagine six cats working on me at once.
But working on Drake they were.
"OH PLEEEZE!! HA! HA! HA!" Drake begged, "Git 'em
OFF MAH FEET!" Drake tried desperately to wiggle his toes,
but his feet were stretched out tight.
"I SWEAR! I WON'T GIT DRUNK NO MORE! HA! HA! HA!" Drake's
eyes were bugging out, and his chest heaved. The tourists were taking
pictures Like crazy.
"AGGGHHH! BWAH! HA! HA! HA! MAKE 'EM STOP LIKKIN!! MAKE 'EM
STOPPPPP!!!"
It went on like that for another three or four minutes, and then
the boy had to recoat Drake's feet. After the second coat, the spectators
started to get bored, and so the tour guide led them away. The cats
finished their little brunch, and soon enough Drake was back to
normal again.
Drake sighed, "Fuuuckk ME! That was a bad one man. They never
done me with the daggone CATS before!"
"Yeah", I said, "it looked pretty bad man."
"You feel like yer gonna die!" he said, frowning, then
he looked up. "Oh shit man, I gotta take a leak. Can you ask
the deputy to lemme outta here?."
"Sure."
I found the deputy who had been there earlier to watch the "show",
and he let Drake out of the stocks.
"Don't git lost Drakey...ya still got a couple hours to go
yet."
"I know, I know...." Drake said, nodding his head and
waving his hand as he trotted towards the restroom.
The deputy looked at me. "You're Caleb Brown, ain't ya?"
"Yessir..." I said sheepishly.
"Well, I just told yer parents that you have an appointment
with yer PO tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.; it's at his office, second
floor, the new courthouse. Know where it is?"
"Nahh...but I'll find it."
"Good, you better, because if you don't we'll have to come
and find you." He said sternly.
"What's
he want to see me about?"
"Usual bullshit...get to meet his new client, ask you some
questions, give ya a piss test, and then work out yer CS."
"CS?" I said.
"Yeah, community service..." he said with and evil grin.
"Oh fuuuckkk!" I though to myself.
(continued)
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