Sarge

Lost in de Fog

Carl Goodwin's phone beeped and he pulled it out to see that he had a text from his best friend Mark Dewey. "Tomorrow's the day," he read out loud. "The day for what?" he texted back.

"It's going to be foggy tomorrow," he read out loud again once Mark texted back. "Real foggy. Remember the dare we made?" Carl remembered. It seemed like a very scary dare, but the conditions had to be just right. When he agreed to it he hoped they never would be. But apparently it was happening.

"Are you real sure? Thick fog that lasts till noon and makes us invisible?" he texted back.

"Absolutely positive," Mark's reply read. "Bring clothes and meet me at the cabin in an hour."

"Can't," Carl texted back. "Babysitting for Alex until 1. How about 2?"

"Kyle Ruskin's little brother Alex? What's he like? I might be a little late. The combo is 3-22-57 in case you forgot."

"Alex is cool, nothing like Kyle. At least not yet. Remember, we liked Kyle when we were 10. He didn't become an ass until puberty hit the year after that." It was true; they had been sort of friends with Kyle three years ago. But Kyle got the puberty thing when he was eleven and began picking on Carl and Mark because they hadn't. In fact, at 13 and three months Carl had barely started puberty. He didn't know about Mark, but assumed the same. And that was another reason he hoped the dare didn't come off. Fog or no fog, he really didn't want to make the trip to the cabin naked.

"Thanks for saying I'm cool," Alex said from right behind Carl. Carl jumped; he thought Kyle was still in the bathroom, not standing right behind him. "And I agree, Kyle's an ass. So what's up with the fog and taking clothes to the cabin?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Carl said, thinking fast. "Mark just wants to go out in the fog. But we get wet, so we need dry clothing to wear home. Come on, let's have some lunch before Kyle gets home. And if Kyle were to ever learn that you or I called him an ass there'd be trouble, so you need to forget that word before you use it by accident."

Alex knew all about how mean his brother could be. And he had been dreading Kyle's return because he had done the forbidden – he went into Kyle's room to recover some of his missing toys. But as he was leaving he saw the hidden threads at the top of the door that would tell his brother that either he or Carl had been in his room. He could blame Carl, but the recovery of his missing stuff would point the finger at him. But now, maybe, just maybe, he had some information to give to Kyle in exchange for punishment.

Later that afternoon, after making sure that his little brother understood following rules, he tagged along behind Carl without Carl knowing he was following. It was somewhat difficult because Carl was on his bike, but he never once looked back so Kyle felt safe. Carl had a bag with him, and the information that Alex had given him was interesting at least. He waited while Carl operated the dial on the combination lock. As he spun it the last time Mark Dewey showed up, also with a bag.

"It's 3-22-57," Mark said, confirming what Alex had told him. But Carl already had it unlocked and both boys went inside. Kyle moved to the side near a window and listened to everything they said. The information Alex had given him was going to prove to be very valuable. Maybe enough to give him some of his stuff back. He'd see. But he needed to return to home first and get ready for tomorrow. Just in case he forgot it, he wrote 3-22-57 using his knife on the wall and then left.

When his alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning Carl wanted nothing more than to turn it off and go back to sleep, but if he failed to show up at the cabin Mark would be very pissed at him. He'd considered the possibility that Mark was setting him up, but discarded the idea. They were both small for their age and other than each other they had few friends. However, there were many kids who existed just to pick on them. Mark wouldn't risk losing his best friend over a prank. Listening to the sounds of the house and hearing nothing, he took off his pajamas and hung his house key around his neck before opening the door and checking the hall.

The house was dark, especially so for this time of day when normally the sun would be lighting up the house. But the entire outside was coated in thick grey fog. Carl grabbed two pastries from the kitchen before doing something he had never done in his life. He opened the front door of his house and walked out wearing nothing by shoes and his house key.

The fog was everything Mark had said it would be and more. From his step he couldn't even see his mailbox. Everything around him from more than six feet [2 m] away was invisible. It was chilly, damp, and wet, but he knew that once he started jogging he'd warm up. He just hoped the fog would also dampen the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement, but he wanted to get through the most dangerous part before any of the fog parted.

Downtown Oakbrook wasn't much; four blocks of stores, six traffic lights, with a park beyond it. Carl could hear cars making their way slowly down the street, and as scared as he was he knew the drivers had to be concentrating on following the street and watching for other cars and wouldn't be looking for anyone on the sidewalk. The only real danger was meeting a pedestrian. Because of that Carl had slowed to a walk.

Several times he heard footsteps, frequently from behind him, and once a ghost image of a man passed just in front of him but never looked in Carl's direction and had no idea that a naked thirteen-year-old was five feet [1½ m] from him. Carl had almost blown it. Thinking it might be Mark he was just about to call out when he saw it was too tall to be Mark.

Mark's path should have taken him through the other side of town, but the two paths would converge once they were in the park. Carl considered waiting, but that would put him in more danger and Mark might be ahead of him anyhow.

Once past the city center, he returned to jogging. He knew that Oakbrook Middle School was a hundred yards or less to his left, but he couldn't see it. Besides, he knew that it would be empty except that maybe the janitor would be there as school would start up again in two weeks. It was hard to imagine spending another nine months of his life there, but that was what would happen. He knew he'd always remember the day he passed by totally naked. He'd dreamed it once, a nightmare really, he was on his way to school and didn't notice he was naked until he entered the front door, surrounded by kids. Now fully awake he was passing by naked for real.

The rest of the trip was easy. Several houses with large yards, the front doors several hundred feet from the sidewalk. Fewer cars, and those he could easily hear. The sun had reduced the fog some, visibility was now about twenty feet [5 m], but he was still protected by the fog. From here he had to go up the hill and then find the cabin in the fog.

As the path went up the hill, the fog reduced with every step. Visibility was now a hundred yards or better, but the chances of anyone else being here except for Mark were small. Still, twice he thought he heard a step or two behind him, but when he stopped and looked he saw nothing. Probably squirrels he thought to himself. Even so, he turned and said, "Mark, is that you?" in a voice that wouldn't carry far. He got no answer.

Even though the fog was thinning out rapidly, he was still disoriented. He realized he had passed the trail to the cabin when he heard Mark yell out an obscenity and then yell "Come on, Carl, nice trick. I trusted you. Show your face you dick!"

Carl backtracked until he saw the path and ran to the cabin, only to see Mark standing there totally naked. "What's the problem?" he yelled. "Open the door so we can get our clothes."

"That's the problem," Mark said. He stepped aside. Instead of the combination lock, the door was now locked with a key lock. "And the window covers are down and secured from the inside. We can't get in. I thought you did it to scare me."

"Well, I didn't, and now I'm scared," Carl said. Up here on the top of the hill the visibility was over a half mile [800 m]. It would still be foggy down in Oakbrook, but by the time they got there it would be too thin to pass through unseen.

"Did you tell Alex about this?" Mark asked. He sounded more angry than scared.

"He was standing behind me when we were texting and I didn't know it, but I didn't tell him anything about why we were meeting here."

Kyle listened to their conversation from behind a tree. He had been the source of the footsteps Carl had heard, but he made sure he stayed far enough back to not be seen. He hadn't missed the cutoff trail to the cabin and took it when Carl went on passed, pleased to see that Mark was already there and naked too. He had to admire their courage, passing right through the center of town totally naked. But now it was time to see what his little former friends were going to do about their situation.

"How nice to see you guys again," he said as he stepped out to where they could see him. He particularly enjoyed the look of complete horror when they saw it was him. And he noticed just before their hands covered their groins that they were both still little boys with just a tiny bit of hair and three-inch [8 cm] dicks. This was going to be sweet, but letting them know it was him was only part of what he came to do.

"Alex sends his greetings, and these," Kyle said as he tossed an unopened pack of finger traps in front of them. "Open it and take out one each." Neither boy moved. "When you've done what I want I'll tell you where the key to the lock is. Or I can just go home now. If I do, I'll save you the time searching for the key because I'll take it with me."

Carl moved first. Keeping one hand over his groin, he picked up the package. It was a clear plastic bag with a dozen braded bands about three inches [8 cm] long inside. "What are these?" he asked.

"Open it and take out a pair, one for you and one for Mark, and I'll show you. And then I promise, I'll tell you where the key to the lock is." Will stood there with the bag in one hand and his other hand over his groin. Kyle could see that his dick was starting to go from flaccid to hard.

"I'll give you to the count of ten," Kyle said, "And then I'll get the key and leave. And when I'm in town I'll be sure to tell any kids I see where you are. Ten, nine, eight…"

When he reached four, Carl go scared and uncovered his groin to open the package. His dick rose to point straight out from him, all four and a half inches [13 cm] of it now that he was erect. He took out two of the bands and gave one to Mark, who reluctantly took it.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it. Now just put your hands behind your backs and stick your thumbs into each end of the band."

Carl again went first. Once he pushed his thumbs in he tried to pull them out but the band tightened around his thumbs. "I'm stuck," he said to Mark.

"You too Mark, if you want the key," Kyle said. "And if you don't I'll do it to you and then leave with the key. Your choice, but don't take too long. The fog will be gone in the city in the next two hours and then what will you do if you don't have the key."

Mark, scared and embarrassed, did as Kyle said and in seconds his thumbs were also bound behind his back. His dick, identical to Carl's, also stood straight out.

"Nice," Kyle said. "I like this. I didn't even have to touch you. And the truth is you both came here naked, I never did anything to you. The key to the lock is hanging from a branch from that tree right over there." He pointed to the tree from which he had hung the key. They couldn't see it from here, but the key was six feet [1.8 m] above the ground and with their hands behind their backs they'd never be able to reach it. Even if they did know the trick to getting the finger traps off, he'd removed and hidden their clothes yesterday afternoon. The first part of his plan for them was now fully in place. Now he needed to get home as fast as he could and then get in place for the sweetest part of the plan. He just hoped they didn't really have the courage to go home naked.

"Have a nice day boys," he said with a smirk. "I'll cut those things off your fingers if just one of you will give me a blowjob before I leave."

"Go to hell Kyle," Mark said. He was embarrassed at being seen naked with a boner, and mad that he'd been tricked. But all he had to do was get the key and get the lock open and at least then they'd have clothes. They'd figure some way to get the bands off then.

"Okay then, I guess I'll leave you to enjoy being naked outside. I know I'm enjoying it and I'll be sure to tell everybody from school that you both used to the fog to walk around town naked. And I even have a couple of photos of Carl here. They're a bit foggy and hard to be sure, will I think they'll convince the doubters." Kyle laughed and turned and left. There were no pictures on his cell phone, he wasn't stupid enough to take anything that would incriminate him. But if the boys got picked up by the police they'd tell. And the police would ask to see his phone. He'd tell them he was never here. But poor Alex, the finger traps were his. And Kyle would be glad to say that Alex had left the house early that morning.

"Let's go get that key," Mark said as Kyle walked off. He led the way, his dick swaying back and forth as he walked. When they got to the tree they both swore when they saw the key dangling just above their heads.

"We need to get these things off," Carl said. He struggled to pull his thumbs out but the band just got tighter the more he pulled.

They spent five minutes working together but got no closer to getting their hands free. And they noticed that up here on top of the hill the fog was completely gone and they were standing in bright sunshine.

"If we hurry, maybe we can make it through town before the fog lifts down there," Mark said.

"And if we get close and we can't, then what? Turn around and come back here? You know he's going to tell other kids where we are. But we could take the back way, along the river and bypass town."

'But that must be five or six miles [8-10 km]," Mark said. "And right where the river dumps into the lake. It will be loaded with kids. And even after we get past the town we'd still have to go through our neighborhoods to get home. If I showed up naked and my sisters saw me I'd never hear the end of it. No, somehow we have to get these things off and get that key."

They spent an hour searching, time they knew prevented them from any chance of getting through or around Oakbrook in the fog. But it paid off. With the sun shining down hard on their backs Mark found a rock with a sharp edge on it and better still it was embedded in the ground. He sat down next to it and started rubbing the band across the sharp edge. It seemed like it took forever, but finally he cut though the woven band and his wrists fly apart. With the strain gone, the bands loosened up and fell off his thumbs.

Mark was about to tell Carl the secret, but he saw that his friend's dick was still hard and took a few minutes to enjoy the view. Carl, seeing Mark staring at this dick said, "It looks just like your's, except mine's hard and your's has gone soft. Now go get that key while I cut these off and stop staring at me."

Mark blushed. "Sorry, it's just that I've never seen, uh, never mind. Push your thumbs deeper into the band."

Carl stopped sawing, but looked at his friend. "Why should I do that?"

"Because I think that loosens the bands and then you can slowly pull your thumbs out."

Carl decided to try it. As Mark had predicted, the bands loosened as soon as he pushed his thumbs together. He was able to pull his thumbs most of the way out before they tightened again. He pushed them into the bands to loosen it and this time he slowly slipped his thumbs free.

"Now, let's get that key," Mark said.

But when they unlocked the cabin they found another surprise. Their clothing, which they had hidden, was gone. They cursed Kyle, calling him every foul word they knew, but it still left them naked and now with no fog to protect themselves.

"Any ideas on what we should do next?" Mark asked.

"Susie Stanford lives down the hill that way, away from town," Carl said, pointing the direction.

"And she's in our grade and her brother is and going into ninth grade. And he's about the only kid Kyle is scared of, which means we should be terrified of him."

"But maybe he hates Kyle. Maybe he'll take care of Kyle and loan us something to wear. Or maybe he's not home and Susie will give us some of his clothes." Carl was flustered and embarrassed and was a bit angry that Mark was against it. "What's your plan?"

"We go to town. The cops will pick us up in minutes. Hardly anyone will see us. And we tell the cops that Kyle stripped us and left us naked. He'll get arrested, we'll get blankets until we're home, and everything will work out."

"Yeah, if the cops believe us. But we'd still have Kyle to deal with. He's our age, so they aren't going to put him in jail or anything. And we'd have to prove he did it. And, going home naked in a cop car-you know they'll call our parents. My sisters will see me, and so will your brother. You sure you want that?"

"The cops won't send us in naked, they'll give us blankets or something, so it won't be so bad. And we'll get in trouble for being up here without telling our parents we were going here, but that's not so bad either. It's better than walking even further from home and taking a chance that the Stanfords will help us instead of making it worse."

Carl knew that Mark's arguments made sense, but there was still the part about purposely walking into town naked so the cops could find and pick them up before every kid from school saw them. "Rock paper scissors?" he asked to decide the issue.

Mark agreed and went for paper, knowing that Carl was likely to open with rock, which he did.

"Paper covers rock, so I guess we're going to town," he said. Now that it was decided, he was left to think about actually walking naked into a small town that would likely be filled by now with kids from their school.

But just as they were starting their walk Alex stepped out from behind the tree where he'd been listening to them. "I wouldn't count on anything happening to Kyle," he said.

Both Mark and Carl jumped. They hadn't expected anyone to be nearby, let alone right next to them. But they quickly realized that Alex had been listening. "Why is that?" Mark asked.

"Because he's twice as smart as either of you guys," Alex said. "I heard him leave the house early this morning, but later he came back and snuck inside. My mom 'woke' him shortly after that, so he's got an alibi from her that he was sleeping until after nine this morning. I'll bet he's got other plans, like making me the bad guy."

"You are!" Carl said. "You told him what we were doing."

Alex blushed, but didn't deny it. "I had to. He knew I'd been in his room. He would have killed me. He takes my stuff and hides it in his room, so I got my mom to buy me a lock box to put stuff in. But he must have found the spare key because this morning the lock was missing."

"Was it brass, about this big?" Mark asked, holding his fingers about two inches [5 cm] apart.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Because he used it to lock the cabin. The lock is still hanging there on the hasp. And I'll bet the bag of finger locks is yours too."

Alex ran back to the cabin and got his lock and the bag. "If you go to the police, all the evidence points to me, not him. And I'll bet he even has someone around who is going to see me here with you. My lock, my stuff, and I'm here while my mom is telling the police that Kyle was in bed sleeping. You can't go to the cops."

"Of course we can," Carl said. "You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place. We'll tell the truth, that it was your brother, but if you get into trouble it's your own fault."

"And I'll tell the police the truth too. That you guys came up here naked. And yeah, I knew, But I'll tell them that I was sitting around town waiting for you to show up just because I'd thought it would be funny. But when you didn't show, I came up here looking for you. The only part I won't tell them is that I told Kyle, because he'd kill me if I said anything that makes it look like he was involved."

Another boy stepped out from behind a tree, making Alex join Carl and Mark in jumping in fear. "Oh, what a wonderful response baby Ruskin," the boy said. The other three boys all knew him; he was one of Kyle's lackeys named Jon Westley. With him was his brother Gus, who was eleven, and Kade Summer, who like John was thirteen and another of Kyle's lackeys.

"Kyle will be so pleased that you are taking steps to make sure he isn't implicated at all in this," Jon said. "But unfortunately for you, he wants you to see this through to the end. So the three of you are coming with us."

"Run, get out of here Alex," Mark whispered to Alex, but Alex didn't run. He knew it was useless. And he knew that if he ran it would be Gus who would bring him back. In fact, he could see that Gus was hoping he would run.

"Look, we'll just take our chances in town," Carl said. "We won't say anything about Alex or Kyle, we'll just say we came up here in the fog and stayed too long to get back home."

"That's not going to happen," Kade said. "You're all coming with us. And I've brought you each a present." He tossed two sets of handcuffs towards the boys. "Put them on, hands behind your back of course."

"We won't," Carl said.

"We figured as much," Kade said. Jon looked at his brother and said, "He's all yours."

Without any hesitation, Gus ran towards Alex, who was too slow in turning to escape. Gus was a year older than Alex and much stronger, and had him pinned to the ground in seconds. He pulled a knife out and began cutting Alex's shirt off while holding him down.

"We'll do it," Mark said. He picked up the handcuffs and held one pair out to Carl. "Just let Alex go, he didn't do anything wrong."

"Stop a second," Jon said to his brother who was about to cut Alex's pants off. "You two put the handcuffs on first."

Mark put his pair on, still holding onto the other pair. "Do it Carl, they're going to end up on your wrists either way. It isn't Alex's fault, let him get out of whatever they have planned for us."

Carl knew that Mark was right again, it was futile to try and resist. He took the handcuffs from Mark and put them on.

Gus looked upset when he was told to wait before cutting through the back of Alex's shorts, but he brightened up when a third pair of handcuffs was tossed to him and he quickly locked them on Alex's wrists.

"Sorry, but it was already too late," Kade said. "He's coming with us." To Alex he said, "You should have stayed at home like Kyle told you too baby Ruskin." Jon knew that Alex hated that name.

"Do I at least get to strip him?" Gus asked hopefully.

"I guess his brother won't be too mad if you do, just don't use the knife," Jon said to him. Gus couldn't hide his enjoyment as he unfastened Alex's shorts and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. "Now, step out of them," he ordered.

"Bring everything from up here, don't leave a single thing behind," Jon said. He helped gather the trash before picking up two bags he had brought with him and Alex's shorts and briefs and putting them in the cabin. When done, he put the original combination lock back on the cabin. Once all had been gathered, the three naked boys were taken down the trail, but instead of heading towards town they turned the other way.

"Where are we going?" Mark asked. Jon said nothing, but Gus said, "Somewhere where you can make us happy." Before he could say anything more his brother slapped him hard across the mouth. "Just ignore them and don't say anything to them."

About a mile [1½ km] down the trail was a van. Kyle Ruskin was behind the wheel and another boy the same age was standing alongside it. "Took you long enough," he said. He saw his brother and shook his head. "You're going to regret not listening to me. But I figured I'd need the third pair of cuffs." The three boys were helped into the van and then the others got in and Kyle drove off. "If we see a cop we're really screwed," he said. "Good thing they never patrol out here or to Blue Lake."

Blue Lake was about four miles [6 km] south of the hill and about two miles [3 km] from Oakbrook. And depending on where exactly they were going, it would go right through the biggest kid hangout around. Carl was staring out the window and saw to his horror that they were going to drive right through the kid-filled plaza at the point where the stream dumped into the lake. He ducked down as far as he could while Kyle drove the van at five miles an hour [8 km/h] until they were past the plaza. He then picked up speed and drove another mile before stopping at a house. Jon Westley reached over to a button in the roof and pressed it to open the garage door.

"Go and get one of your friends Gus, one who can keep his mouth shut," Jon said once Kyle had parked the van inside the garage. He looked at Kyle and said, "You were right, you do know how to drive. It was still risky though."

"But it was the only way to get them here," Kyle said.

Gus opened the sliding door and ran out as the garage door went down. Mark, Carl, and Alex were helped down and taken inside the house.

"I suppose you all are wondering why I've brought you here," Kyle said to the naked boys. "My friends and I have been eager to find out how a blowjob feels and you two," he pointed to Carl and Mark, "Are going to show us. And, just so you don't feel left out Alex, you'll get to make a couple of boys from your grade happy too. Now I know you think you'll say no and mean it, but trust me, we have ways of gaining your cooperation. And I should add, the keys to the handcuffs are in your clothes back up in the cabin. When we're all satisfied, I'll drive you back up there. It's that simple."

As soon as he was done Gus came back with another boy. Alex was scared, Tim Askey was in the same grade as him but he had just turned twelve. He had been held back in second grade and their birthdays were far enough apart that they were nearly two years different in age. And Tim, like Gus, was someone Alex went out of his way to avoid.

"Now there's me, Jon, Adam, and Kade here for you two, and Gus and Tim for my hopeless little brother," Kyle continued. "Save us the drama and just give in. I've hopefully wasted my money on what's called cock and ball torture stuff and won't need it. But that's up to you three to decide. If you just agree to blow us, you can be out of here soon. If not, well, we'll find out if my money was well spent. I'll give you one minute to think about it and decide."

For Alex, there was no choice. He knew his brother wouldn't hesitate to use what he bought on him, in fact he'd probably find out what it was sometime soon at home no matter what he said here. But at least it wouldn't be in front of Gus and Tim. With a tear running down from one eye, he looked down and softly said, "I'll do it."

Cock and ball torture was a new phrase for Mark too, but he could easily imagine what it might be. And he knew that Kyle especially would enjoy being given a chance to use it. As well as Jon and Kade. He wasn't sure about Adam. While Adam frequently hung out with Kade and Jon, he generally didn't join in when they teased or bullied him and Carl. But it was for sure that he wasn't going to pass up a blowjob,

Carl had always been the more defiant one, but he had accidently stumbled into cock and ball torture on the internet and out of curiosity he looked at it and what he saw scared the crap out of him. Ball stretchers, things to put over your dick with spikes in them, ball crushers, even piercing stuff. He had wondered who would ever buy stuff like that and now he knew at least one person. He surprised everyone, most of all Kade, when he said, "I'll do it too."

Once Carl had given in, Kade did too. No sense being the only one to be tortured. With that done, the six other boys began removing clothing and deciding who went first.

"It's easy for Tim and Gus," Jon said, "But how do we decide which of them blows us?"

"Who said we only get one?" Kyle responded. He looked at Carl and said, "You're normally a mouthy little fucker, so you're doing me first. Put that big mouth of yours to work. And if you bite me I promise I will test everything I bought on you before giving you another chance."

It was as horrible as Carl and Mark had thought it would be. Other than Adam, the other thirteen-year-old boys were all much further along on puberty than they were, and all of them, including Adam, produced thick cum. After Kyle, Carl had to do Jon next, while Mark started with Kade and then did Adam. Alex had his mouth full with his two most hated tormentors (after his brother of course).

After a few moments rest, the older boys switched off on Carl and Mark while Gus and Tim went for seconds. Once all six of them had gotten their second blow job, Gus and Tim asked if they could get a turn from Carl and Mark, and with a laugh Kyle told them to go ahead. Tim moved straight to Carl and Gus to Mark.

Since each of them had just had two blowjobs, it took a little longer for them to cum. All the while the other boys were cheering them one, laughing at the sight of two of their classmates giving blowjobs to younger boys and thus making the task that much more embarrassing.

But finally, it ended. Fearing that now that the blow jobs were done Kyle would still want to demonstrate his torture devices, Carl as worried, but was surprised when they were taken back out to the van and loaded inside. There was laughter and teasing from all the other boys at the three victims as they made their way back to the hill where they were released.

Because their hands were still cuffed behind their backs, it took two of them working together to get the combination lock off. Again, a bit of surprise when they found that the keys for the handcuffs really were in their clothing. It took a few tries to match the keys with the right set of cuff, but within ten minutes all three were free and dressed. It had been a long and dreadful day, but at last it was over.

They still had a bit more than an hour long walk ahead of them, and they said very little to each other as they made their way home. They were almost to the town when Kyle rode up to them on his bike and ordered his brother to get on. "We have a video. If you don't want other people to see it, you'll come by whenever we invite you for more of the same, except we hope we won't need the handcuffs," he said.

To Alex, he said, "And I think that Gus and Tim would really enjoy it if you hung out with them more too."

With heads hanging even lower, Carl and Mark headed towards their houses while Alex, who was crying, rode on the back of Kyle's bike while Kyle whistled a song as he headed home. They were totally unaware that Kyle was too smart to ever have a video like that on his phone and believed in the future they'd have to do what he wanted to keep others from seeing it.

The End