Scarecrow V
By A.J. Brown
A sequel to Scarecrow I, II, III, and IV


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Greg sat in the passenger's seat of Mrs. Miller's truck as she drove him home.
He wanted to tell her that the whole thing was a lie, that Traci had actually
jerked him off and made him cum all over the couch. The problem was he didn't
think Mrs. Miller would believe him and if she thought he was making up that
story things would not be good for him. So he didn't object, at least for the
time being. He let Mrs. Miller believe that he just jerked off and squirted
his cum all over Judy's sofa.

"You probably think I'm a square" Mrs. Miller said to Greg as she drove him in
her truck. "I'm sure you just think I'm some ole lady that don't know nothin'
'bout nothin'. But lemme tell you somethin' boy. I'm fifty years old and I've
seen a lotta things in my day. I know you boys are horny. I know the first
thing that goes through all of your brains is sex, sex, sex. So I didn't think
I'd be surprised by any disgusting thing that one of you boys would do. But to
do what you did. Just pull your prick out in fronta those 2 purty girls,
masturbate, and blow yer load all over their nice couch. I'm gonna take care
of that prick a yours when we get back to my house. I din't think I'd ever do
to a man what I'm gonna do to you but I'm gonna have to do it." Greg was
terrified. He was sure when they got back to Mrs. Miller's house that she was
going to cut his cock off. She was a strange woman and he fully believed she
was capable of that. He looked at the speedometer on the truck. She was
driving 45 miles per hour and he didn't think it was going to be possible to
jump out of the truck without getting killed. Even if he was able to pull that
off the fall would definitely injure him enough where Mrs. Miller would be
able to turn around and put him right back in the truck before he was able to
get away. Greg was going to have to wait until she pulled into her driveway
and then quickly run away from her. He looked at the older woman driving the
truck. She was much bigger and stronger than he was and she was also loony.
Greg put his hands over his dick just thinking about the awful thought of her
cutting it off. Mrs. Miller said Greg probably thought she was a "square". He
never really thought that because it wasn't a term that he used. He did think
she was a weirdo. Now he thought she was a psycho.

Mrs. Miller pulled into the driveway and started to park the car. Greg's
initial plan was to jump out of the truck once she slowed it down enough and
high-tail it out of there. As the truck slowed down he thought that may not be
the best idea. The second he tried to open the door crazy Mrs. Miller would
probably notice it and grab him before he got out. Although it was tempting to
jump out of the truck at the first possible opportunity, Greg thought it would
be a wiser plan to wait until she parked and then when she stepped out of the
truck he would make his run for it because she wouldn't be in a position to
grab him. Greg's plan ended up backfiring. Once Mrs. Miller put her truck in
park and took the key out of the ignition she grabbed Greg by the wrist. He
grip was so tight and there was no way he could break out of it.

"Let's go boy, come on inside with me" she said.

"Let go of me so I can get out of the truck" he whined.

"I don't think so boy, I don't want you trying to run away on me" she said. "I
wasn't born yesterday I know that's what you're thinkin'. You slide over the
seats and come out the driver's side door with me." Mrs. Miller was one step
ahead of Greg and now he was in trouble. Getting himself free of Mrs. Miller's
strong grip was not something he was able to do in the past and it didn't seem
likely he was going to be able to this time either. Mrs. Miller went out the
driver's side door of her car and yanked Greg across the seats as she did so.
She was being very rough with him and it hurt him as she did so. She dragged
Greg out the driver's side door and closed it behind her. She pulled Greg
along by the wrist and took him into her house. Now that he was inside he was
extremely afraid. There was no way out for him now. If she was going to cut
his dick off he didn't know how he was going to stop her but he could not let
it happen. He tried his last possible option.

"Please don't do this" he begged. "Pleeeeease!" Greg's plead went completely
ignored. As he whined like a baby Mrs. Miller kept dragging him along like he
hadn't made a peep. She dragged him into her bedroom and he realized that in
all this time he had yet to be inside her room. She had an enormous bed with
huge bedposts. She pulled some rope from underneath her bed, knocked Greg on
his ass, and started tying him to the bedpost. As she tied him up he begged
some more.

"Mrs. Miller I am begging you, please don't do this to me, I promise I will be
good" he whined. Not only did Mrs. Miller still ignore the fact that he was
talking to her but she wouldn't even make eye contact with him as she went
about her business tying him to the bed. After she tied him up tightly so he
couldn't go anywhere she stood up and walked away. She walked over to her
dresser, opened up a drawer, pulled out something that looked like a knife,
and put it in her pocket.

"I never thought the day would come where I would actually use this" she said
as she walked back over to Greg. He cried some more. His cries were getting
louder as he felt the tears pour down his face but Mrs. Miller was not paying
any attention. She walked over to him and pulled off his shoes and socks. She
then unbuttoned his pants and started pulling them down as well. Greg kicked
his scrawny legs around like a child who was fighting to get dressed. After
Mrs. Miller pulled his pants completely off she proceeded to pull of his boxer
shorts. Now he lay there with no pants on and his dick hanging loose. He
looked down at it and thought it may be the last time he ever saw it.

Mrs. Miller reached in her pocket and pulled out what Greg thought was the
knife but now that she was closer to him he realized it was not a knife. It
was a plastic thing that was actually shaped exactly like a dick. Greg wasn't
sure what it was but seeing that it wasn't a knife made his cries cease at
least for the time being.

"What is that?" he asked her.

"It's a little device called the CB-2000" she said. "I am going to put you in
chastity."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"Means I'm gonna put this here device on your penis" she said. "And you won't
be able to masturbate anymore. Hell, you won't even be able to get a hard-on.
This'll make sure you don't have anymore accidents like you did over with
those nice girls." Greg was mildly relieved that Mrs. Miller wasn't going to
cut off his cock but when he realized what she was planning on doing to him it
didn't seem much better. He still had never heard of the device she was going
to put on him but he figured that once he left he'd be able to get it off so
things weren't as bad as he initially thought.

Mrs. Miller walked right up to Greg and she snapped the device right on his
dick. He hesitated a little bit but not nearly as much as he had when she
first started taking his pants off. Once she got it on him he realized
something that he didn't initially know. The device had a lock on it. Whatever
that thing was, was going to require a key to get off and Greg knew there was
no chance of getting his hands on that key. Now that it was snapped on his
dick tightly he tried to yank it off but it did no good.

"You're just wastin' your energy tryin' to get that thing off a you" Mrs.
Miller said. "The only way to get it off is with a key and I have that key.
You'll keep it on for a few weeks at least or until you can prove to me that
you don't need to have it on anymore."

"This is beyond cruel" he screamed at her. "I'll tell.."

"You'll tell who?" she laughed. "You'll tell your mommy and daddy? Go right
ahead. Tell them that I put that thing on you and while you're at it why don't
you tell them why it's on you. Hell, they'll probably agree with me and tell
you that you deserve to have it on anyway." Greg wished he didn't even begin
to say that because he knew there was no way he was going home to tell his
parents that he had that thing on his cock. He knew that parents were the ones
that were supposed to never judge you and be there for you no matter what kind
of problem you had but he couldn't picture ever getting any respect from his
parents again if they knew he had that thing put on his dick by Mrs. Miller.
And then he thought further of the possibility of it getting to his sister and
then his life would definitely be over.

"Now let's go, boy" Mrs. Miller said to him. "Stand your butt up and get the
hell out of my house. I'm gettin' old and I can't be stayin' up too late
'specially dealin' with you. Get your pants back on and get up so I can drive
you home." Greg pulled his pants up and he was really beginning to feel the
fact that that thing was on his cock. It didn't really hurt but it was
definitely an extremely uncomfortable feeling to have that on. He pulled up
his pants, put his shoes and socks on, and stood up.

"Oh I suppose I should let you know" Mrs. Miller added. "You ain't gonna be
able to pee standin' up with that thing on. You'll have to sit down to do it
all the time just like us girls do." Greg couldn't believe it. Just when
things seemed like they couldn't get any worse, they did. He followed Mrs.
Miller out of the house to her truck and she drove him home. He had an
uncomfortable night ahead of him and he was going to have to get used to it.

Greg lay in bed that night feeling like his manhood had been taken away from
him. He used the restroom before he went to bed and he really did have to sit
down to piss. He tried otherwise, hoping that Mrs. Miller was just saying that
or that she was wrong but she was completely right and he was reduced to
having to sit down to piss. Even though no one knew about that but Mrs. Miller
it still humiliated him that he had to do that.

As Greg lay in bed feeling absolutely at rock bottom he realized something
else. In the past when he felt down, masturbating was one thing he could
always do to make himself feel better. Now that wasn't even an option for him.
Mrs. Miller had truly taken away his manhood and there wasn't a thing he could
do about it. All of the sudden tears just started pouring down his face. He
couldn't believe this had been done to him. That bitch Mrs. Miller was
destroying his life.

The next day at work was another hot day. Greg stood out in Mrs. Miller's
field doing his work as a scarecrow. He realized he had to go to the bathroom.
Normally he was supposed to piss in the bucket that was in front of him but
since he now had to squat he didn't see how that was possible. Mrs. Miller did
not like it if he left the field for any reason but this time she was going to
have to. If she didn't like it she could take that device off of his cock.

Greg left the field, found a nearby bush, pulled down his pants, and squatted
so he could piss in the grass. He now knew how difficult it was for girls that
were on camping trips. He finished up, pulled up his pants, and then walked
back to the field to continue his scarecrow duties. When he got back to his
spot, Mrs. Miller was standing there waiting for him and she did not look
happy.

"Boy where did you go?" she asked him and then got right up in his face.

"I had to go to the bathroom" he said in defense. "I can't stand up and go in
this bucket with this thing you put on me."

"The thing is called the CB-2000 and you are going to have to" she ordered.
"You are not to leave this field under ANY circumstances unless I say so. Now
don't let me see you do that again or I'll leave it on you even longer." Mrs.
Miller then stormed away in anger. She definitely wasn't going to give him a
break.

The long, hot day ended and although Greg had known all day that he had to go
work for Judy and Traci that night, it was really starting to sink in how bad
that was. It was going to be his first night being their maid and he knew that
was not going to be good especially since he was going to need to wear that
French maid outfit. Having the CB-2000 on his cock didn't help matters either
because Greg was quite sure that she was going to tell them and he was sure
that the two girls would have fun with that fact as well. Mrs. Miller then
came outside and waved for Greg to come in. The time had come to work his
first night as Judy and Traci's maid.

"Come on now, boy" she yelled at him. "Hurry your little butt up, too. You got
your first day at your second job today and you don't wanna be late on yer
first day so hurry up." Greg jogged over to Mrs. Miller. She directed him
right to the truck. He got in the truck and sat in the passenger's seat. Mrs.
Miller drove him to Judy and Traci's apartment. It felt like a long ride over
to the apartment and Greg wanted it to feel long. He did not want to start
work that night. Working as a scarecrow for an old lady was nothing compared
to what Greg had ahead of him.

Mrs. Miller pulled her pickup truck in front of Judy's apartment. Now that
they were actually there it really sunk in to Greg that he was going to have
to wear a French maid outfit and do chores for them all night and he did not
want to do it. He was terrified; more terrified then he had ever been and he
felt like a scared little baby. He was dazing off thinking about how bad it
was going to be.

"Let's go, chop-chop" Mrs. Miller said loudly and she clapped her big hands
right in front of Greg's face which startled him. "Outta the car. Your new
bosses are in there waitin' for ya."

"No!" Greg whined like a six-year-old. "No! I won't do it, I won't!"

"Boy don't start playin' games with me!" Mrs. Miller snapped at him. She got
out of the driver's side door and walked around outside of the truck to the
passenger's side door. Greg screamed out loud as he saw her coming. She pulled
open the passenger's side door and grabbed Greg tightly by the wrist. He
screamed loudly and he could tell that anyone that was nearby could hear his
scream. He was a nineteen year old man throwing a temper tantrum like a baby
and he didn't care.

"Why do you gotta be difficult like this, boy?" she asked and she started to
pull him out of the car. Greg screamed some more and he hung on to the
steering wheel of the truck so Mrs. Miller couldn't pull him out. "You let go
of that, boy" she ordered. Greg didn't let go so Mrs. Miller tore his hand off
of the steering wheel. She then grabbed him by the torso and pulled his entire
body out of the truck. Greg screamed even louder when she did this. After she
pulled him out of the truck she threw him over her shoulder and slammed the
door to the pickup truck. Greg screamed and he punched Mrs. Miller's back as
she walked up to the front door of the apartment while she carried him. She
walked up to the front door and knocked on the door. Greg quickly stopped his
crying when he realized he was about to see the girls even though the entire
situation was so embarrassing he wasn't sure why he cared if he was crying or
not. The door opened and Judy was standing there.

"Hi Mrs. Miller" Judy said happily. "Why don't the two of you come in?" Mrs.
Miller walked Greg in the front door and Judy closed the door behind them. The
three of them stood in the foyer so Greg still couldn't see who else was in
there.

"Hi there Judy" Mrs. Miller said back. "I got 'em here for ya. As you can see
he had to make a fight out of it but I still got 'em here."

"Well thank you very much" Judy said with a friendly tone and she grabbed Greg
by the wrist. "We have plenty for Greg to do tonight so I'll take it from
here."

"OK before I go there's somethin' I gotta tell ya though" Mrs. Miller said and
now Greg was nervous. "I did something to make sure that he won't be
masturbatin' in yer livin' room anymore. I put a CB-2000 on his penis so he
can't be doin' that at all."

"You put a what on his penis??" Judy asked with an enormous smile of
curiosity.

"A CB-2000" Mrs. Miller said. "Makes sure that he can't even get a hard-on.
Boy, pull down your pants and show Miss Judy what it is." Greg hesitated and
Mrs. Miller raised her big fist so Greg realized he was going to have to do
it. Judy just stood there waiting with a great look of anticipation on her
face for what she was about to see. Greg slowly dropped his pants and then
dropped his boxer shorts. His dick hung there with that horrible device on it.
Judy just looked at it in absolute amazement.

"Holy fuck" Judy said with an enormous grin. "Holy fuck!" and she burst out
laughing while she was still saying "fuck". "What exactly is that thing?"

"It's the CB-2000" Mrs. Miller said and Greg was getting really sick of
hearing what it was called. "His penis can't even get the least bit hard with
that thing on. And if he wants to pee he'll have to sit down so keep that in
mind as well. Anyway, he's yours now. I'll be on my way. Make sure you put him
to good work." Mrs. Miller left and the smile did not even slightly leave
Judy's face. Greg began to pull his pants up but Judy stopped him.

"No, no, no, don't pull your pants up yet" Judy laughed. "Traci has to see
this. Traci come here you gotta see this!" Judy yelled. Traci came into the
foyer.

"Why are his pants..what the fuck is that on his cock?" Traci asked with a
laugh.

"The CB something or other" Judy laughed. "Mrs. Miller put it on his cock. I
guess he can't get a hard-on with that thing on. We don't need to worry about
any more cum on the couch now, that's for sure."

"Holy shit there is a fucking lock on the thing" Traci said with surprise and
she lightly held it with her hand for a second. "Can she do this to him? This
has to be illegal. I don't want to end up on one of those TV shows for weird
sex crimes."

"He's not going to tell anyone is he?" Judy said and she pinched his cheek and
while doing that she made him shake his head. "OK, pull your pants up and come
on in to the living room. You need to meet everyone else." Greg pulled his
pants up and he was definitely not happy that there were more people there for
him to meet. Judy led him into the living room to see three more hot girls
sitting there. They were all dressed like they were going out for a night on
the town. They were all incredibly hot.

"Girls, this is The Scarecrow" Judy said and all of the girls started
giggling. "He's going to be accompanying us out tonight."

"What do you mean, accompanying you out?" Greg immediately asked sounding
worried. "I thought you were going to have me doing chores?"

"Yea well the place is looking pretty good right now so there's not a whole
lot we need done around here" Judy said. "Me and the girls are going out for a
night on the town so that's were gonna need you. We can use you to buy and
carry our drinks for us." Greg did not like this news at all. He thought doing
the chores in the privacy of their apartment was going to be humiliating
enough. Going out in public with these girls was not something Greg wanted to
do since he felt quite sure that they would do a good job humiliating him. The
fact that he couldn't go to the bathroom standing up was also going to be a
problem because he knew that a lot of the bars didn't have any cleans stalls
in the men's room.

They all went out to the car. One of the girls took her automatic key and
unlocked the car they were going to get into. When the girl unlocked the door
the interior light of the car went on and Greg saw that the car was quite
small. He wondered how six people were going to fit in that tiny thing.

"Shotgun!" Traci yelled.

"No bitch!" one of the girls yelled and right after she yelled that one of the
other girls did.

"Shit" the girl who didn't speak up in time said. "I guess I'm sitting in
bitch. Where is The Scarecrow gonna sit?"

"He's gonna have to go in the trunk" Judy said and Greg felt his stomach drop
when she said that.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" the driver asked. "My trunk isn't that big.
Also, my brother used my car to take some trash to the dump today and he had
it all in the trunk so I think it still smells like garbage back there. You
can't make him sit back there. That's so cruel!"

"Scarecrow doesn't mind, does he?" Judy said and she walked over and pinched
Greg's cheek even harder than the last time. Greg didn't say anything. "Tell
the nice girl that you don't mind, Scarecrow" and she dug her nails into his
cheek. It really hurt and Greg felt like he was going to cry. It took all of
his strength not to start crying in front of all of these hot girls but he
still felt his eyes watering up. Luckily it was getting dark so he didn't
think that any of the girls saw that.

"Well do you mind, Scarecrow?" Judy asked impatiently and she dug her nails
into Greg's cheek even harder.

"No" he said and he could tell by the way he said it that the girls knew he
was starting to cry.

"Judy, you are so mean" the driver said half laughing, and half sounding
genuinely concerned for Greg's well being.

"We have no choice" Judy said. "There is no room anywhere else in your car for
him." They all walked up to the car and the driver opened the trunk. Greg
could smell the stench of the garbage back there immediately when the trunk
opened. The driver looked at Greg with genuine concern. She had such a pretty
face and Greg didn't think she was anywhere as mean as Judy and Traci. Of
course he didn't think Judy had a mean bone in her body when he first met her
either.

"I'm really sorry.." the driver said. "Hey what is your real name, anyway?"

"His name is Scarecrow" Judy chimed in before Greg could say anything. "Now
hop in the trunk Scarecrow. We gotta get to the bar." Greg did what he was
told. He hopped in the smelly trunk and the girls closed the trunk on him. He
had never been in a trunk before. It was literally pitch black in there. He
had been in rooms before that had been quite dark but there was always a
little bit of light somewhere. In this trunk there was absolutely no light
whatsoever. Not being able to see at all frightened him. The smell of the
garbage was really starting to stink now that the trunk door was closed and it
made him want to gag. He was sure that once he got out of there he was going
to smell bad as well.

The car started to move. Although the driver seemed nice before she definitely
wasn't driving courteously for the guy that was in the trunk. She was driving
extremely fast and taking all of the turns real sharp. Greg was getting thrown
around back there like a doll. He thought if they got in the accident that he
would definitely be permanently injured. He was scared to death. He lay be
there in a ball wanting nothing more than to be home in his bed. He couldn't
believe what his life had come to and he started to cry. No one could see him
anyway. He just had to make sure he cleared his face up by the time they got
to the bar.

They made it to the bar and when the girls opened the trunk it was probably
the most relieved Greg had ever felt in his life. He was extremely grateful
that they made it to the bar without getting in accident and being able to
actually see again was a great feeling for Greg that he promised he would
never take for granted again.

"Let's go, chop-chop" Judy said to Greg and she snapped her fingers. "Out of
the trunk!" Greg quickly did what he was told not just because he was afraid
of Judy but also because he didn't want her to get mad and lock him in that
trunk for any longer. He jumped out of the trunk and he could tell how bad he
smelled compared to the girls with their sexy perfume on and the rest of the
fresh air. Judy closed the trunk and Greg was very relieved that she did that
with him no longer in it.

"OK Scarecrow, it's time for us to go into the bar" Judy said. "Drinks tonight
are on you!" Greg couldn't believe what she just said. He had to have
misunderstood her.

"What do you mean, they're on me?" he asked.

"You're paying for all of our drinks tonight" Judy said to him. "Why do you
think we have you here?"

"I can't afford to buy drinks for all of you" he said. "I barely have any
money."

"Well you got paid five dollars an hour working for old bag Miller all day"
Judy said and Greg wished that Mrs. Miller could hear Judy disrespecting her
like that. "And you're earning some money working for us tonight. So you can
use your day's wages to buy our drinks."

"The money I made from Mrs. Miller is to pay my daily living expenses" Greg
objected. "And the money I am making for you is supposed to pay for your
couch!"

"Well you'll have to start paying for those things tomorrow" Judy said to him.
"Because tonight you are buying all of us drinks. Now move it!" Judy kicked
Greg in the ass and he began to move. Even though the kick hurt it made him
feel a bit horny when her foot made contact with his ass. He felt his dick
want to get hard and then he felt the pain when the device that was on there
wouldn't let him. He hated Mrs. Miller with a passion for putting it on him.
Judy gave him another hard kick to the ass and he walked even faster. He heard
all of the girls laugh after she did this, even the driver. It looked like the
driver wasn't feeling any sympathy for him anymore either.

Inside the bar things were absolutely brutal for Greg. He smelled so bad from
being in the trunk and every time he walked by someone he could tell they
could smell him. Judy was bossing him around to no end, constantly making him
get drinks for the girls. They kept finishing their drinks at different times
so he was frequently running around getting drinks for them like he was their
waiter. The only difference being that a waiter doesn't have to use his own
money to buy the drinks. The attractive girls had a lot of guys coming up and
hitting on them and every time the girls were talking to guys Judy was sure to
tell them that Greg was there waiting on them hand and foot to add to his
humiliation. At one point he had to go to the bathroom really bad. He started
to walk away but Judy grabbed him by the arm.

"Um, where are you going Scarecrow" Judy asked.

"I really to go to the bathroom" he said back with urgency.

"You need to ask" Judy said with a little tune.

"May I go to the bathroom?" Greg asked.

"OK Scarecrow" Judy said. "But I'm going in with you."

"What do you mean you're going in with me?" he asked. "You can't go into the
men's room."

"Are you kidding?" Judy asked. "I'm a hot girl at a bar. I can do whatever I
want. If I say the line for the girls' room is too long and I want to use the
men's room instead no one is going to stop me from using a stall. But I don't
even need a stall. I am just going to go in to make fun of you. You are
definitely going to need a stall though." Judy laughed and all of her friends
laughed as well. Greg walked to the men's room and Judy followed him. Just
like Judy said she was able to get into the men's room without any problem
even with a bouncer standing right next to it. She and Greg walked into the
men's room and a few other guys were in there.

"OK Scarecrow sit down and go to the bathroom" Judy announced. Greg walked
into the stall and closed it behind him. He sat down in the stall and could
not believe how embarrassing this was. "I hope you enjoy that thing that's on
your dick" Judy screamed into the stall. Greg didn't know if any of the guys
that were in the men's room knew what she was talking about and he hoped they
didn't. When he was done he walked out and definitely got a couple of weird
looks.

The rest of the night consisted of Greg waiting on Judy and her friends hand
and foot and spending all of his hard money on them in the process. They
cleared out all of the cash in his pocket and he even had to use his credit
card because they kept making him buy more drinks when all of the cash was
gone. By the end of the night Greg had spent a total of two hundred dollars on
the girls. This was about a week's work of working for Mrs. Miller for him.
The girls also had no problem staying out until two in the morning when the
bar closed. At 2 a.m. they finally left. One of the girls suggested that Greg
drive since he was the only one that hadn't drank anything but the car owner
didn't want him smelling up the driver's seat since he still smelled like
trash. The driver hadn't drank that much but she had still been drinking and
that made the ride home in the trunk that much scarier for Greg.

They finally dropped Greg off at his house. Before he had gotten in the trunk
on the way home he had to tell them where he lived and he wasn't too happy
that Judy now knew where he lived. He thought he'd fall asleep right away when
he got in his bed but he was too upset to fall asleep right away. The amount
of money he lost that night was stressing him out. Those girls may be used to
going out and blowing all that money in one night but for Greg to do it was
very stressful especially since all of the money he was earning from Mrs.
Miller was supposed to go to his basic living necessities but now he was in a
major financial hole. Finally around 4 a.m. he fell asleep. When his alarm
when off at 7 a.m. it was probably the worst sound he ever heard. He had a
long day ahead of him.

That day at work with Mrs. Miller was by far the worse one ever for him. By 11
a.m. he couldn't take it anymore. He knew that Mrs. Miller wanted him standing
up in that field as a scarecrow but his body would simply not allow it. He
went down to his knees and fell asleep right in the field.

It didn't take long before he was awakened by a somewhat hard kick to his
side. He looked up and saw Mrs. Miller standing there looking as angry as
ever. "Boy, what do you think you are doing sleeping on the job?" she asked
angrily. "Get to your feet before I put my foot right up your ass." As tired
as Greg was that threat was enough motivation for him to quickly get to his
feet.

"I'm sorry" he said. "Judy had me working real hard and real late last night.
I'm just so exhausted. I'm really having trouble working these two jobs." And
with that Greg wasn't sure if it was the little sleep he had or the fact that
he was just so upset about his situation but he burst into tears. He was
hoping that Mrs. Miller would see his suffering and give him some sympathy. It
didn't happen.

"Don't tell me you were working late, boy" she said and she put her hands at
her hips. "I know you were at the bar until late last night. While you were
takin' your little nap there Judy and one of her nice friends stopped by. That
friend of hers was at the bar and she said she saw you there. She even showed
me a picture of you there. I guess you were right about those cell phones
havin' cameras on them 'cause she had the picture on her phone and she was
able to show me the exact time and date it was taken. It was 1:30 in the
mornin'. How dare you lie to me!" Mrs. Miller then smacked Greg in the face
and the pain combined with the fact that he was telling the truth and she
didn't believe him made him cry even more.

"I was at the bar because Judy made me go out there with her" Greg pleaded.
"She said she didn't have anything for me to do around the apartment so she
made me go out with her and her friends and get their drinks for them. She
even made me pay for them with my own money!" Greg started to cry some more.
Mrs. Miller hit him with another hard smack in the face that almost made him
fall over. He felt so helpless getting hit by this big, strong woman.

"Boy, you stop your lying right now!" she ordered. "Judy told me everything so
you can just stop. She said there wasn't much to be done around the apartment
so she let you off early. She would have no reason to take you out to the bar
with her. In fact she doesn't think much of you at all and she wouldn't even
wanna be seen in public with you. That's what she told me. And why would she
be havin' you spend your money on drinks for her? She needs you to save that
money to buy her a new couch. You and I are going to be spending a lot more
time together so you better stop it with all this lying or I am not going to
be fun to live with." Once Greg heard Mrs. Miller say that the tears cleared
up from his eyes. He quickly went from being upset to being shocked.

"What are you talking about?" he asked and he wiped away the remaining tears.

"After Judy and her nice friend stopped by I gave your parents a call" she
said. "I told them everything. I told them how you insulted Judy by
masturbatin' right in front of her friend and then blowin' your semen all over
her couch. And I told them how you gotta work for Judy now too just so you can
afford to pay for her new couch. Your parents weren't happy, no they were not.
They're sickened and they're worried about what you've become. So we agreed
that you are gonna live with me for awhile. I'll be watching you every wakin'
moment except when you're with Judy and then she'll be keepin' a tight watch
on you. And I even got a crib for you to sleep in. When me and Mr. Miller were
young we had two kids and not a whole lotta money so both our kids had to
sleep in one crib. Since it had to comfortably hold two babies it's pretty big
so you'll be able to fit in it. You'll sleep in that crib in my room every
night. There won't be a second when either Judy or I won't be watchin' you.
Now I'm goin' back into the house. You stay stood up and don't go fallin'
asleep again or I'll come out here and slap your ass into next Tuesday." And
then Mrs. Miller walked away angrily. Greg just stood there completely
shocked. Just when he thought things were bad his life took a horrible turn
for the worse. He wondered how he was going to go on like this.

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