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Arney was curious about the device William and Randy were putting on Jimmy, but the deputy was extremely uncomfortable around the naked boy and his big, thick cock. It only reminded the deputy of his own shortcomings in that department.

The sheriff and William pulled up chairs at the desk. Both men lightly stroked the boy's hairy ankle, enjoying his discomfort at being touched by other men, particularly with his former buddy, Mark watching every move.

"Okay, I think if we move him down and let his legs hang off the end of the desk it will be better" William said. Then he can spread them and it'll make it easier to get this ring on him. The ring is tight but it has to be for the device to work. If the ring is too tight, it could cut off circulation to the boy's dick and nuts and they could wither and eventually fall off. I don't think that will happen, but we'll keep an eye on it, especially for the first few days.

Jimmy groaned as he heard these words, realizing he could lose not only his nuts but his willy too.

"Okay we've got to get this plastic ring around both his nuts first and then we got to get his pecker through it too" William said. "Mark, you look eager to help. Why don't you put the first nut through the ring? That's the easiest part."

Jimmy again groaned softly at the thought of his friend touching his privates. He knew the boy had wanted to touch him for so long and Jimmy had refused him. Now, helpless and on this table with others watching was utter humiliation for the young, handsome athlete.

Mark took the ring and squeezed one of the boy's big nuts through. A hair or two got caught and Jimmy jerked away reflexively. William slapped his nuts and the boy howled.

"Maybe we ought to shave some of these hairs away" Marks aid. "It might make it easier to get this thing on."

"No, please" Jimmy begged. "Please don't shave me. Please, sheriff don't do that. I don't want to look like a fag or a little boy. Please don't do that. Mark just wants to shave me cause he's jealous of all the hair I have on my body."

"Sheriff, I didn't mean that at all" Mark said. "I've got plenty of hair where it matters. I just thought it might be less painful for him."

"I know, son," the sheriff said, putting an arm around the boy. "You were trying to help and make this less painful. Some people can't understand good intentions."

"We won't shave you for now" the sheriff said. "But I didn't realize how proud you were of all that hair down there. We've talked about your pride. Fuck with me and I'll shave your entire body as smooth as a fucking newborn."

"No, please" the boy begged as he began to sob.

"Let him cry it out" William said. "He ain't felt nothing yet compared to how he feels when we start squeezing that big old piece of his through this ring" the man chuckled. "I thought I had a larger ring for this thing but I couldn't find it so we'll have to make do for now."

Jimmy's nuts were already hurting from the previous beating Will had given him and now from being constricted in the tight ring. William took over the job of putting his thick, flaccid cock through the ring. The job was a lot like trying to stuff a marshmallow into a piggy bank. It wasn't working until William had an idea and retried a tube of the lubricating jelly out of the sheriff's drawer. He began to apply it to the boy's cock but the cock began to harden again as the jelly was rubbed on.

William stroked it a few times and it again came to life. He would rub it, exposing the cockhead and just as the boy began to feel good and thought he might shoot, William would release it, all of them laughing at the boy's spoiled climax. Eventually the cock went flaccid long enough for William to get it through the ring with the boy's nuts, using a lot of lubricant, a pair of pliers and two popsicle sticks taped together. The fit was extremely tight but the boy's equipment was not changing colors, so William knew there was some circulation. Whether or not it would be sufficient, he didn't know, but he told Mark to keep an eye on it through the night and the boy agreed to do so.

"I know you still want your buddy's cock" he told the boy. "I promise you'll get it sooner or later if you'll just help me keep an eye on things for now."

Mark agreed to do so. Jimmy got up from the desk, the pain in his groin so bad, he could barely walk. Each time his thighs brushed his sac, he experienced pain so he tried to walk with his thighs apart which was amusing to all the people watching. After letting the boy walk around for a couple of minutes, he was put back into position on the desk and his thick meat stuffed into the tube portion of the device. It was built for a much smaller dick but Will managed to stuff Jimmy's meat in. The tube had a downward curve, so any erection would be excruciating for the boy. He then lined up the holes in the ring and the tube and place a padlock on it. When the lock snapped closed, Jimmy began sobbing again.

The men laughed at him.

"Remember that sound, Jimmy," the sheriff said, "the next time you think about stickin' that big ole dick of yours into an innocent virgin."

The boy sobbed louder as William and Mark led him back to the cell. He was now left uncuffed as he couldn't get his hands on his meat. Mark couldn't help snickering softly each time he looked at the boy's caged pecker.

They put Jimmy on the cot and he lay down on his back, still sobbing softly.

"Why don't you lie down with him, Mark?" Will asked. "I think Jimmy could use some hugs and cuddles and kisses right now."

These were words Mark loved hearing. He looked at the sheriff to be sure it was okay. The sheriff winked at him, nodded, and smiled. Mark, clad in only his athletic shorts lay down with the handsome boy who had been the object of his affections for a long time.

"Okay, son," William said. "You can do anything you want with him except put something in his butt. His fucknut is real sensitive and a finger or a dick inside him would make him cum pretty fast. We do not want that to happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "I promise I'll not even touch his hole."

"Oh, you can touch it and tease it all you want" Will said. "It'll just make him hornier. Just don't put anything in there. Any friction against his fuck nut and he'll blow like a firecracker."

"Yes, sir," the boy said as he lay down beside his handsome friend.

William went back and sat beside Randy at the desk. Arney was sitting silently at his desk, just hoping the sheriff's mood had improved. He was trying to tread very carefully as it had appeared Randy was ready to blow sky high earlier.

"We need a couple of more comfortable chairs in here" the sheriff said. "Now that we've got a nice shower installed, I could just about stay here when I need to get away from that meddlesome old bitch livin' with me and my boy."

"So, deputy, did you get some pussy off your pretty little girlfriend when you took her home?" William asked.

The sheriff chuckled, knowing Arney wasn't allowed to do anything past feeling of one breast over her clothes for four minutes. The deputy was silent but Randy spoke up.

"William, you don't understand" the sheriff said. "Arney's girlfriend is a quality girl. She has rules. A lot of rules. He only gets to touch her for a couple of minutes over her clothes and above the waist. And that's only since they been courtin' for months. He can kiss her on the cheek and peck her on the mouth but no tongue is allowed."

That comment stung the deputy, given his recent painful slap for trying to slip Velma Sue a little tongue.

"Velma Sue is really one of the best looking women in this town" William said. "I bet she could be a real firecracker in the sack!"

"My deputy wouldn't know about that" the sheriff laughed. "That girl ain't never done nothin' with nobody. That's one reason my deputy likes her. If a girl ain't ever seen any wieners at all, she don't know a Vienna sausage from a foot-long."

Both men howled with laughter at the sheriff's cleverness. The deputy stayed silent.

"Thinkin' about that girl's sweet puss has me hard as a rock" William said. "I bet it tastes sweet as a Milky Way candy bar."

The man walked over, standing right beside Arney's desk.

"Feel how hard thinkin' about your girlfriend's little pussy has got me" he said, taking the deputy's hand and rubbing it over the front of his tented pants. Arney didn't resist as he had no choice but to do anything the men wanted him to do. "I'd love to motorboat them big titties of hers. I bet them nipples is as pink as little Jimmy's butthole."

Arney couldn't bear to hear his beloved girlfriend talked about like this but he said nothing. He himself went to sleep every night with his little weiner hard as a rock jut thinking how pretty it must be and knowing he wouldn't find out until he put a ring on her finger. He was glad he had found a virtuous woman. His pride would never allow him to be with a woman who had enjoyed sex with other men and who would know how tiny his little thimble dick really was.

As Will was rubbing the deputy's hand over his tented crotch and the deputy was fearing he might have to suck another dick, the door burst open.

"Where the fuck are you keepin' my son?" a masculine voice boomed. Coach Thomas staggered in the door, almost falling to the floor. "The mayor's daughter says you have my son here and I want to know why the fuck you've got him!"

Coach staggered over to the sheriff's desk and was ready to swing at him until Will grabbed his muscled arm and bent it painfully behind him.

"Let go of me, you fucking faggot!" the man blustered. "Who the hell do you think you are to lay a hand on me? And where's my fuckin' son?"

"Dad, I'm in here" Mark said from the cell where he was lying, clad in only a pair of athletic shorts with a very naked Jimmy.

"What the fuck are you doing with my son half naked laying down with a naked boy who's a fucking rapist?" the man screamed.

The sheriff had the coach's other arm pinned behind him now as the deputy tried to handcuff the man's hands behind him. He got the cuffs on the wild man before the coach kicked him halfway across the room. The deputy's head hit the wall, bleeding profusely.

"What the fuck is going on here?" the man yelled wildly as Will and Randy manhandled him into a cell and cuffed his hands overhead, attaching the cuffs to the side rail of the cell. The man could no longer use his hands but he wasn't calming down, wildly kicking at the sheriff and Will.

"Sir, you are under arrest for assaulting an officer of the law and there will be a bunch more charges on top of that" the sheriff informed him.

"Fuck you, homo sheriff," the main railed. "You don't know who the fuck you're dealing with."

"Dad, please calm down" Mark begged the man, moving toward him. The coach kicked his own son, knocking him back onto the bed with the naked Jimmy who was watching the whole thing with wide eyes, frightened of it all.

"Dad, you've been drinking again" Mark said. "You promised you wouldn't. You promised mom and all of us you wouldn't ever drink again. You've been dried out since we moved down here. I thought you had changed."

"Shut your filthy mouth, you little faggot!" the man screamed. "I'll tear you ass up so bad you can't sit for a fucking month."

The man continued to curse loudly as the sheriff went over to sit beside Mark.

"Your dad used to be a drinker?" the sheriff asked.

"He used to but I thought all that was over. My mom hates alcohol and he promised her he'd never drink again. He's kept his word since we moved to Gayberry. I thought all that was behind us. I don't know what happened. I can't believe this. I hope my mom is okay and my sister and my little brother."

"Deputy, why don't you take the squad car and go over to the coach's house and check on his other children?" Randy asked.

"No need to do that, faggot sheriff" the man said. "Betty Jean's there but she's good with stayin' by herself. My whore wife took Jeffy and went to that asshole principal's house. That fuckin' snake who thinks he's so high and mighty cause he's a principal."

"Wait, dad," Mark said. "What are you saying about mom and Jeffy being at Uncle Ben's?

"He ain't your uncle, you ignorant little faggot" the man snapped. "He was my best friend and fuck buddy in college. But he always wanted your mama for his own. Once she married me, he never stopped wantin' her. He's always been a jealous asshole. Even when he got married and had a kid, he still wanted her. I think they been fuckin' sneaky all these years. Then when his wife left cause she couldn't take that little weirdo kid of theirs, he started tryin' to get her to leave me. When I took the job down here I thought we'd finally get away but he followed getting' hisself the principal's job. Your mama swore to me it was over between them but that bitch is a fuckin' liar. A fuckin' dirty, whore liar. I shoulda just wrung her neck and shot that asshole bitch years ago!"

"Dad, why didn't you tell me any of this?" Mark said. The boy looked as if he might be in shock. "You're sayin' my mama has been sleepin' with Uncle Ben all these years? I can't believe it."

"You might as well believe it" the man said angrily. "Why do you think I needed you to suck my dick and why do you think I started fuckin' your little sister? Because your mama was more interested in fucking my former best fucking friend in the world! That fucking snake! Why Jeffy ain't even your whole brother. Ain't you ever questioned why you look like me with your ginger hair and Jeffy ain't nothin' like us? Are you that fuckin' stupid in addition to bein' a homo? Why do you think your mama had your cock cut? It's because his cock is cut and she always liked that cut meat. She loved his cut cock and she had you cut to be like him when I was out of town. Ain't you never questioned that?"

"What about Betty Jean?" Mark asked. "Is my sister yours or his?"

"Who the fuck knows?" the man asked. "Your mama could've been fuckin' any number of men. She don't look like me or Ben so who knows who put their dick in your mama to get her? That whorin' slut can't be trusted."

"Dad, I just can't believe this" Mark said.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth and get over here and help me get loose" the man ordered. "Get them keys and unlock me. Do it right this fuckin' minute or you'll pay. You better believe you'll pay!"

"How did you know I was here, dad?" Mark asked. "Who told you I was here at the jail?"

"I went home and found the note your whore mother had left" he said. "I tore up most of the fuckin' house. She said she had decided it was time to follow her fuckin' black heart and go to Ben. She told me she was takin' Jeffy cause he was Ben's kid anyway. Betty Jean told her maw she didn't want to leave me so she left her there. When I got home, Betty Jean told me you left school with Jenny, the mayor's daughter. I went over to the mayor's house and Jenny told me you'd been arrested. Now does that answer your fucking questions or do you want more, you little faggot?"

The man was still like an animal, squirming and trying to get the cuffs off. Will had bandaged Arney's head which looked as if the bleeding had stopped. The coach was hanging suspended from the rail at the top of the cell. His body was a sight to behold. He had muscled arms in his torn tee shirt. His pits were full of his ginger hair and he was covered in sweat. He reeked of alcohol. He'd obviously had enough to drink to put a normal man to sleep for days but he was still in fighting form. Any attempt to get near him was met with kicks which could do some real damage.

"Will, get that duct tape and give me a hand" the sheriff said. Will brought the duct tape and each of them caught the coach off guard and taped his ankles together tightly, removing his shoes and socks. He was now subdued but still mad as hell.

"Coach, I'm afraid your behavior has made it impossible to even hold you here in town. You will be on trial but you are a danger to this community. I'll be transporting you to Statesville Prison in the morning where they will keep you through your trial. We will likely have the trial moved there so that you can be in a more secure facility" the sheriff explained.

"Fuck you!" he screamed. "You ain't takin'me to Statesville! That's a real prison for hardened criminals! They have murderers and rapists there! I ain't none of them things. Please, sheriff, don't take me there. I'm a big man but I ain't afraid to admit I'm scared to go there. Bigger, stronger men than me have been raped and murdered in that place. From what I hear it's hell on earth."

"Coach Thomas," the sheriff said. "I'm afraid I have no choice. You have committed incest, not only with your son, but also with your underage daughter. You have assaulted an officer of the law and you have threatened the lives of your wife and her lover."

"I didn't mean none of that" he said. "I was just drinkin' and blowin' off some steam. I wouldn't hurt nobody. Just ask my son. Tell `em, Mark."

"That would be the son you just admitted to fucking?" the sheriff asked. "I have a sworn affidavit about your illegal behavior. You'll likely never see the outside of a jail. If you do get out, you'll be old and gray and unable to harm anyone. I have a responsibility to this town and I deem you unfit to live here at present."

"Awwww, sheriff," he said. "You know I didn't mean none of that. My boy and me we just have a special relationship."

"I understand that" he said. "I understand it is also a very one-way relationship where your son turns his body over to you to use and you never do anything to please him or give him pleasure."

"But that's the way it's supposed to be" the man said. "It ain't proper for a boy to fuck his paw or a paw to suck his boy's dick. It just ain't fittin'. Never has been never will be."

"You are one warped motherfucker, Coach Thomas," Will said. "A boy is the most precious gift a man can have and you've done nothing but abuse yours. Not to mention incest with your underage daughter."

"She begged me to fuck her!" the man screamed. "I never would've laid a finger on her till I caught her big brother fuckiin' her. I was mad as hell but they begged me not to tell their mama and the next thing I knew, she was playin' with my dick and getting' me hard and begging till I agreed to fuck her just to shut her up."

"So you only fuckef her once?" he asked.

Coach Thomas went silent.

"If her mama hadn't been such a fucking whore, I'd never have touched my own kids. But a man has to have it. He has to have release. It's just the way we're made. We can't help it."

"You low life piece of shit" Will said.

"I think we need to get this prisoner undressed" the sheriff said. We need to get him bathed cause we'll have to leave early for the prison in the morning. I'm thinkin' we may take Jimmy and Mark with us to give them a taste of what they may be facing."

"I think that's a good idea" Will said. "Mark, get them big scissors out of the sheriff's desk. We'll have to cut his pants off to keep him from kickin. "

"You goddamn bunch of faggots" he screamed as he squirmed even harder, trying to break free. "Any of you homos who lay a hand on my body I'll kill you! I'll kill every fuckin' last one of you. That's a fuckin' promise. Don't fucking touch me!!"

William tore off a piece of duct tape and covered the man's mouth. All that could be heard from the handsome coach now were muffled sounds. They all laughed at him which further infuriated him.

"Your paw's got quite a temper, don't he?" the sheriff asked Mark.

"It ain't always been that way" the boy said. "I can't believe now that I didn't figure things out. I knew my mama and Uncle Ben always made googly eyes at each other, but I thought that was just how they were. I knew dad and Uncle Ben were best friends in college and I didn't have no idea how they really felt about each other. I should have figured out that Jeffy didn't belong to paw when he looked so different from us. And he's got three inches taller in the last couple of months. That should've given it away. I feel pretty dumb."

"Don't fault yourself, boy," William said. "Why don't you go back over there and lay down with Jimmy while we get your paw undressed. He ain't gonna like this a bit."

"No, he won't" the boy said. "He's always threatened me if I ever told anyone about what him and me did together. He said a coach couldn't be thought of as a homo. He won't ever let any of the team see him naked. He's real modest about his privates. I don't know why that is. He likes to look but he don't like to show. He don't ever shower with us team members. He says it really ain't fittin' for boys to see men naked but it's all right for men to see boys. He says that's the way the world works."

"Maybe we need to start teachin' your dad some lessons startin' right now" William said.

He guided the boy to a position standing right beside his father. His father tried to move his own body away from the boy but he was unable to move with his hands cuffed and his feet bound.

"Guess we'll have to cut these nice pants off of you, coach" the sheriff said. "That's a shame. You musta paid a good price for these. Too bad you can't behave yourself so we could undress you like a civilized person.

Coach began to squirm and fight again, not wanting them to put their hands on him.

"Coach don't like men or boys touchin' him, does he?" Will said. "You might as well get used to it, coach, there's gonna be a whole lotta dicks after your sweet ginger ass up in Statesville."

The sheriff and Will laughed heartily. The coach now realized he had no power in this situation. That appeared to be a new experience for the macho coach. For the first time, Will noticed a look of fear in the man's eyes.

"Jimmy, come over here a minute" Will said.

The boy walked over, his big meat swinging freely in its cage. He stood beside the coach.

"Rub that meat against the coach's leg, Jimmy."

The boy did as he was ordered. The coach tried frantically to move away but he was unable to do so. They all laughed at his frantic movement, not even wanting the boy's bare dick touching the leg of his pants. He was squirming wildly which even Jimmy found amusing.

"The coach is nearly as scared of a dick as you are, boy" the sheriff said to Jimmy. The boy was told to go back to his cot as William told Mark to undo his father's belt. The boy did as instructed then was told to undo the pants and unzip them. He did as instructed. The coach continued to try to resist but it was futile. William moved Mark aside and lowered the pants down the coach's legs which were muscular and covered in fine red hairs, slightly lighter than the hair on his head.

William rubbed the man's legs from his knees to his thighs. The coach was really angry now, horrified at the thought of being touched by another man in front of his son. He tried violently to move away, but his efforts were futile.

William handed Mark the scissors, telling him to cut the pants off his father. Mark did as instructed without hesitation, cutting the legs of the pants off the man. The boy couldn't resist stroking his dad's legs as he removed his pants.

"You've been wanting to touch your daddy for a while, haven't you boy?" William asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy answered. "As long as I can remember. But he wouldn't let me. He'd just put it in my mouth and poke me till he came. I never minded. I was always happy to do that for him. It made me feel special. I'd have liked bein' able to beat my meat while he did it but he never wanted to see my peter. I had to keep my underwear on all the time. I'd've been happy for him to fuck me like he did Betty Jean but my mouth was what he really wanted."

"He should've been a better father" William said. "He didn't care about you being satisfied at all. That ain't what a good father does. A good dad makes sure his son is taken care of. My little one can't even shoot cum yet, but I always make sure he gets his quivers when we play. That's more important than me getting' my load out. I make sure my boy gets what he wants."

"My little brother, Jeffy calls it getting the quivers too" Mark said. "I like it when he does that. Makes me feel like a good big brother."

" You are a good big brother" he said. "Too bad your own paw didn't learn to treat his boys right. Now he'll pay. Mark, Statesville is going to be rough. I ain't lyin' to you. Your dad is gonna learn a whole lot of lessons"

"I hate to say it but maybe he needs lessons" the boy said.

Coach was still squirming and trying to get free but having no luck.

"We need to get that tee shirt off of him now" Will said. "I'm ready to see more of that ginger body."

He again handed the scissors to the coach's son who began to cut the tee shirt off his father who was fighting like a wild man.

William reached up and gave the man a hard, stinging slap to his face.

"You keep that up and you'll make your son cut you" he said. "Maybe we need to let him take the scissors to your dick and cut it to match his. Those scissors are sharp and you could get a bad cut. Now if you aren't still I'm gonna take further measures that you won't like."

"Be still, paw," the boy urged. "I don't want to hurt you and you won't like the other stuff he's talking about."

The coach decreased his combativeness briefly but started again as the boy began to cut away the sleeves leaving him bare except for his boxer shorts.

"I can tell you want to touch your daddy, boy," William said. "Touch him all you want. It's time to calm him down."

William walked to the desk and got the cattle prod and the big wooden paddle. Jimmy looked frightened afraid it might be used again on him. Will saw the response.

"Relax, Jimmy," he said. "These aren't for you. At least not for right now."

"Paw, you need to calm down" Mark told his dad. "Them things Mr. Walker has really do hurt a lot. I promise you they hurt."

"Touch your daddy, Mark," William ordered the boy.

Mark knelt in front of his father and began to stroke his hairy legs from the ankle to the thigh. He rubbed them up and down as he had wanted to do so many times.

"Don't be afraid, son," William said. "Touch him anywhere you want to. "

Mark stood up and faced his father. The boy was only about an inch shorter than his handsome father. It was clear Mark had come from his father's seed. Their builds were almost identical and their flaming red hair made it clear they shared genes and blood. Mark began to stroke his father's ginger-blonde fur on his chest. It was like a thick carpet. It was clear Mark would one day have the same fur, although for now the boy's chest was smooth with only a few fine hairs. Coach didn't like it when his boy began to stroke his chest and his neck and began to fight harder. When Mark licked one of the man's nipples, the coach went berserk. He started fighting so violently the sheriff thought the crossbar might actually be ripped out. He charged the cattle prod then hit coach with it right between his butt cheeks.

The man went rigid momentarily, then began to dance as the shock went through his body. Will gave him a long one, hoping it would do the job. The man was momentarily stunned but he then began to fight again. Will hit him again, this time in the crotch. He screamed wildly and tried to get away from the shocking prod but he was unable to get away from it.

He was shrieking through the duct tape, making only a loud muffled sound like an animal being castrated. The man then went limp, momentarily passing out from the shocking pain. William took advantage of the momentary calm and untaped his ankles. Before the man recovered, William had spread the man's legs, taping each ankle to bars that were far apart. His legs were now uncomfortably spread apart. When the man regained consciousness, he realized he was even more exposed now than previously as he was unable to crouch and provide any protection whatsoever to any part of his body.

Mark began to lick and kiss his father's upper body. He ran his hands through the thick ginger pits. They could still smell the after shave the man had applied before school that morning. As the man began to regain full consciousness, William grabbed a handful of his thick ginger hair and got right in his ear.

"Listen up, you fucking asshole," he said. "I've about had enough of your bullshit drunken behavior. I will continue to shock your ass off and I will continue till I have to electrocute you if you force me. You better settle the fuck down and behave for your son. You've never treated that boy right and it's high fucking time you start."

It was clear the man wanted to tell him something so he pulled the duct tape halfway off his mouth. The man looked him squarely in the eye.

"Fuck you, faggot" he said, spitting in Will's face.

Will didn't take that well, slapping the tape back on his mouth and yanking the man's boxer shorts down, leaving them fallen to his ankles, He pressed the cattle prod against the man's butthole and shoved it in about an inch then hit the trigger. The man received the strongest and longest shock yet in one of the most sensitive areas of his body. William kept delivering the shocks until the man was still

The handsome coach was well-tanned, which is rare for a ginger but his butt was a milky white. It was obvious the man wore shorts most of the time as his tan lines were clearly demarcated.

He had a thick, flaming ginger bush and thick red hair on his tummy which was slightly lighter than his bush. He had a very respectable uncut dick with a foreskin that overhung his cockhead. He was completely flaccid, his piece nestled in his thick pubes. Mark and Will stared at the man's uncovered treasures. The deputy was at his desk just watching the action in the cell, relieved that he himself was not the center of attention at the moment. Jimmy was doing the same in his cell as the sheriff walked over and put his hand on William's back. "You need spelling for a few?" the sheriff asked. "He's given you quite a struggle."

"Thanks, sheriff," the man said. "I don't mind a struggle ever now and then" he said. "I just think this guy needs some lessons before he ever gets to Statesville. I don't like the way he treated his boys."

"I don't either" the sheriff said. "Have at it. He's all yours for as long as you want."

"Thank you, sheriff," he said. "I know we need to get home and get rested up for tomorrow. I won't take long. I just want to teach this bad daddy a couple of lessons."

"Take your time, buddy" the sheriff said. "I'm enjoyin' the show.

The hunky coach was now totally naked and his body completely exposed and available. William called Mark back over and told him to do whatever he liked. The coach was fully conscious again and afraid of further shocks. He looked angry but was no longer struggling.

"Your dad has kind of calmed down now, Mark," William said. "I don't think he likes my little toy."

Both of them laughed s the coach glared at them.

"He'll kill me later" the boy said.

"Don't worry about that, boy," "He'll never get the chance to hurt you. I promise you that."

I've always wanted to touch his ass" Mark said. "Dad has a fine ass and I've always been curious."

"Do it, son," Will said.

The boy got on his knees and began to stroke the man's thighs. Coach squirmed but made no attempt to try to get free, Mark licked the firm white butt cheeks sand coach again jerked quickly but then became still. Mark began to lick the man between his cheeks and Will knew what the boy wanted. Will reached in and parted the man's cheeks with his hands, totally exposing the coach's pink hole. It was a sight, as pink as could be. Mark started to lick. As the boy licked the hole, William reached around and began to finger the coach's uncut cock which was still totally flaccid. As he handled the heavy cock, it slowly began to harden.

"You boy's getting' your meat hard, coach," William chuckled.

William began to fondle the man's fuzzy nuts, as pink as only the balls of a ginger can be.

Mark had begun to use his fingers on his dad's hole, teasing it and barely inserting his finger in the man. Coach began to involuntarily moan as the boy slid his finger inside him, grazing his fucknut. Coach had never felt that before. Mark felt the gland but didn't know what it was.

"From the sound of him, you must have hit his prostate gland" William said.

Mark didn't know about that so William explained it to him.

"That's why you told me not to put my finger in Jimmy" he said. "Now I understand."

The boy now had two fingers in his sexy, muscular father's hole. Coach Marv was moaning as he experienced the wonderful sensations and the humiliation.

"Listen to your daddy moan" Will said. "He likes having his hole fingered by his own son."

The coach glared at them even more angrily. He was experiencing both extreme anger and extreme pleasure which was very confusing to him.

By now the coach's cock was at full mast. William leaned in and gave the man's foreskin a lick to taste his pre-cum. This startled Mark briefly as he was not used to seeing a grown man taste cock.

"You know you can put your dick in him if you want to, Mark" he said. "There's nothing he can do about it. From the sound of his moans, I think he may like it. Plus you may be doing him a favor opening him up before he gets to Statesville."

At that point, a large tear ran down the coach's cheek.

Momentarily Will felt sympathy for the man but then he started struggling again. A light shock to his ass calmed him again. The boy removed his fingers from his father's hole and stood up behind him. His dad was a little tall for Mark to fuck comfortably, but a chop from Will to his knees lowered him just enough.

"You stand just like that, coach" Will said. "Your boy's about to fuck you with his very pretty cut cock. I bet you'll never forget this fuck no matter how many more men fuck you."

"You're really gonna let this boy fuck his own paw?" Jimmy asked. "That just don't seem right."

Jimmy had spoken without thinking. He realized he was now again in the crosshairs as the sheriff walked over.

"Get your ass off that cot, boy, he said. "You kneel down here and begin lickin' the coach's pretty daddy nuts."

Jimmy didn't move until Randy took the prod from William then he jumped and had both the man's nuts in his mouth quickly. The sheriff laughed.

"Them boys don't like that prod, do they?" the sheriff asked.

"Neither does Mark's paw" Will added.

Again, they enjoyed a good laugh.

Mark had taken his shorts off now, his cock at full mast. It was a beautiful cut cock with a pink circumcision scar. He had been cut high and tight.

"It'll be more comfortable for you if your dick is a little bit slick"Will told him. "I think you can fuck him without the KY though. We don't really care how it feels to the asshole."

Will leaned down and took the boy's cock in his mouth. He moved up and down on it several times, licking it on the head with each outstroke. Randy was tempted to have a taste for himself but he resisted the urge. William was going to town on the cock until Mark said how great it felt.

"I better get off this dick before he shoots" Will said. "I really want to see this boy fuck his father. It ain't every day we get to see that. "

Randy had pushed Jimmy out of the way and was now stroking the coach's big uncut meat. Each time the foreskin came back to expose the fat cockhead, the coach moaned. The sensations in his cock had taken his attention away from what was going on behind him until his son slid his hard cock into him all the way in one long, painful stroke.

The coach again went wild with the pain in his hole. He was making loud muffled sounds.

"I want to hear what the big man is saying as his boy fucks him" Will said, ripping the tape off his mouth.

"You goddamned little cocksucker, I will kill you!" he screamed as Mark started thrusting his cock in and out of him, using long strokes and plunging in to the hilt. The man screamed every time the boy went all the way in.

"My goddamned ass is on fire" he screamed. "You're fucking killing me!"

"Shut the fuck up, you little pussy," Will said. "Wait till you see some of them cocks you'll be getting' in Statesville. Some of them black dicks will make 5 or 6 of your boy's pretty cock. I don't envy you, coach."

The coach was sobbing now, even as Mark began thrusting quickly into his hairy hole.

"I'm cummin' paw," he shouted. "I'm about to load your hole. Sorry I'm hurtin' you, paw but this just feels so good. You're tighter than Betty Jean's pussy. Fuuuuuck!"

With that the boy put his arms around his father's waist and just held on as he shot his load into his dad. Everyone was quiet and still for a moment except for the sheriff's hand which continued to stroke the coach's big, hard dick. William pulled Mark off his dad and helped him to the floor even as he jammed three fingers into the coach's now slick and cum-filled hole. He started pounding that hole as Randy sped up his hand action, exposing the coach's sensitive cockhead with every stroke. The coach said nothing as he gritted his teeth and began to spew out his load. Randy took his hand away and forced Jimmy's head back on the cock as the man spewed his hot manload into the young boy's mouth.

Once he shot his load, the coach commanded Jimmy to stop. Randy told him to continue sucking and moving on coach's now hypersensitive cock. The coach was begging the boy to stop and Randy was threatening the boy that if he stopped sucking he'd feel the prod. Jimmy sucked even harder which was excruciating to the coach's sensitive pecker. When he began to desensitize, Randy gave the boy permission to stop sucking.

Randy gave Mark and Jimmy permission to go back to the cot. He told him they were to sleep together and to stay naked. Jimmy was a sight in his chastity device which looked to be painful. Before they left, Will checked to make sure he was getting blood to his junk and it looked fine. Tight but fine.

"Maybe you'll still have that big cock and them nuts in the mornin' boy, he said with a chuckle. "Then again, maybe not.

"Deputy, the coach is not to be moved tonight. Do not in any circumstances uncuff him or untape his feet. You may fuck him if you feel like it and Mark may fuck him again if he wishes. Please have him bathed and the boys showered by no later than seven in the morning" Randy ordered. "Understood?"

"Understood, sir," he said as the two men walked out of the courthouse.

It was eerily quiet in the courthouse after the men left and the deputy locked the boys in their cell for the night. He had seen things in the last 24 hours he could never have imagined. He wondered if his boss, his friend, his cousin, his sheriff had experienced some kind of breakdown. He also wondered if this whole 24 hours had been a dream or a nightmare and he would awaken with things back to normal and Randy the congenial, smiling, happy man Arney had always known and admired. Time would tell.

When William dropped Randy at his house, he turned to the sheriff and took his hand.

"Good night" the man said.

"Good night" Randy said.

The sheriff thought for a minute the man was going to kiss him. After leaving the car the sheriff realized it would have been just fine as if he had.

He went into a quiet house. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. He noticed the living room was in some disarray, which was unusual as Aunt Flea usually insisted on keeping a tidy household.

He went into Dopie's room where his son was sprawled out naked in his bed. Andy remembered the cream Puck had prescribed and took the tube from the bedside table, putting a generous amount on his hand. He began to rub it onto Dopie's bare. Smooth pubic area. The boy moaned in his sleep as Randy applied the cream, then gently stroked the boy's tiny uncut soft cock and rubbed his tiny nuts. Dopie, still sleeping took his father's hand and held it to his crotch. The sheriff gave the sleeping boy a kiss on the cheek and then took a taste of the boy's tiny nipple. He had a strong urge to taste his own son's cock but was too terrified that his aunt might walk into the room. Randy decided to break with tradition and sleep with his boy. He quietly took off all of his clothing and slipped naked into bed with his boy, spooning him as they both went to dreamland.

The sheriff woke up just before five and got up, drawing a nice hot bath to start his day. Dopie was still sleeping so he gave him a hug and a tug on his little pecker and covered him up.

As Randy got into the tub, he remembered that Mr. Lee and young Kurt would be arriving at his house to install a shower in his bathroom. He found himself hoping that Kurt would arrive in time for the sheriff to just see him before he had to get to work and head for Statesville to deliver Coach Thomas to the prison. He was not looking forward to further dealings with the man as he had been drunk and angry the evening before. He had enjoyed seeing the masculine man get a portion of what he deserved as he got sucked off by another young prisoner and buttfucked by his own young son.

He was remembering that scene and felt his cock begin to harden when Dopie burst in, wanting to join him in the tub,

"Didn't you have your bath last night?" Randy asked the boy.

"Naw, paw," he answered. "When Arney dropped me off, Aunt Flea had a bunch of women in for a party. There was some man here too with that whole bunch of women. They was all havin' a good time and playin' the piano and dancin' around and singing silly songs. I ain't never seen Aunt Flea and her friends havin' such a good time."

"Did she give you your supper?"

"Naw, paw," the boy said. "But that was okay. She said she'd been real busy so I fixed myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I like them sandwiches and I was fine. Then she told me to head on up to bed. I asked her if I had to take a bath and she told me she didn't care whether I had a bath or not. She just laughed real loud and said it didn't matter to her whether I ever took another bath. Then her and all her friends laughed real loud like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. I guess I just didn't get what was so funny. So I just went on to bed. Did you sleep with me part of the night, paw?"

"I shore did, son," he answered. "I slept with you all night."

"I thought you did" the boy said. "I kinda woke up and felt you against me. I liked feeling you up against me. I wish you'd do that more, paw. Makes me feel safe havin' you in my bed and right up against me."

"I will do that more, son, if that's what you want" he said. "Truth is, I liked it too."

Randy was soaping his boy as he sat in front of him in the tub. Dopie took the soap and began to lather the sheriff's furry chest. The sheriff briefly fantasized that he had been the man getting fucked in the jail the night before and that Dopie was the ginger son doing the fucking. Randy realized he would have loved to stay there all day but he had things to which he must attend. He rinsed himself and his son and dried them both off. Both dressed and headed downstairs where he expected Aunt Flea to have breakfast ready for them. The woman was nowhere to be seen downstairs so Randy put a pot of coffee on. About ten minutes later Aunt Flea made it downstairs, followed by Tara Bedford. Both women were still in their bathrobes.

"Sakes alive!" Aunt Bea said. "I've never been one to oversleep in my life" she said as she scurried around, breaking eggs and throwing bacon into a frying pan. She pulled out a can of refrigerated biscuits. She knew how much Randy hated those. He liked only fresh made biscuits, hot from the oven. He scowled at her but she didn't seem to notice.

"What a marvelous event last night" Mrs. Bedford said. "I don't know when I've enjoyed an evening so much. And that Colonel Watkins is so charming. And so very handsome too. I think he sold a lot of his liniment last night."

The very sound of her voice irritated Randy but he gritted his teeth and kept his head in his newspaper.

"I wonder if we should wake him up" the widow Bedford said.

"What are you talking about?" Randy asked.

"Well, it was just so late when everyone left last night and the Colonel hadn't had a chance to check in at the hotel so I offered him our guest room and he graciously accepted" Aunt Flea said.

"You allowed a man who is a perfect stranger to spend the night under my roof?" Randy asked angrily. "And you didn't even check with me to see if it would be all right? And you neglected to even feed my son his supper of see to it that he got his bath and did all the things a little boy is supposed to do?"

"He's not a perfect stranger, Randy. Tara and I considered him a friend after being with him all evening so we decided it would be inhospitable for him to go to the hotel" Flea explained.

"I wouldn't care if it had been Calvin Coolidge!" the sheriff said angrily. "I don't take to havin' strangers sleepin in my house. It just ain't fittin! You were brought here for a purpose and that purpose is to take care of me and my boy, not to flit around with some goddamned stranger and have a houseful of hens partyin' half the night!

Aunt Flea tried to calm him down, explaining that Randy was sure to agree once he met the gentleman. She explained that all the ladies in the Ladies' Aide Society had found him charming and all of them had hopefully convinced him to stay in Gayberry for at least a few days.

"Well, I ain't met him yet and I don't like the idea of a stranger in my house, especially when I ain't around. You better get him out of here quick. I got to go up to Statesville to deliver a prisoner this mornin' and I ain't got no time for more of your silly foolishness."

"Oh, you're takin' a prisoner up to Statesville this morning?" Tara asked in her syrupy sweet voice. "Who is it and what did he do?"

"You know that ain't none of your business, Mrs. Bedford" he snapped. "Them's police matters and ain't to be talked about."

"Are you takin' Coach Thomas up to the prison, paw?" Dopie asked innocently. "We seen him in the cell when we got back from our trainin'"

Randy glared at the boy.

"You sure got a big mouth on you, son," he said.

The conversation was interrupted when a man walked into the kitchen wearing only his boxer shorts. Randy was stunned that anyone, particularly a stranger would appear in the kitchen of his home dressed in this way. At the same time, he was taken aback by the Colonel's good looks. The man was a ringer for Clark Gable, right down to his neatly combed jet black hair and his mustache. Randy was startled as he realized the gentleman could easily be a movie double for the popular actor. He had black hair across his chest and thick black hair in his pits. His legs were shapely and covered in the same dark hair as was his midsection. Randy was so surprised at the man's lack of clothing and his good looks that he was momentarily speechless.

"You must be Sheriff Randy Gaylor" the man said, extending a muscled arm. "I'm Randall Watkins" he said in his deep voice, "but everyone just calls me Colonel. I hope you will do the same."

Still momentarily stunned, Randy extended his hand for a firm handshake.

The man was lean but muscled. He was an extraordinarily handsome man who radiated confidence.

"Please have a seat and join us" Randy said. "Aunt Flea, will you bring the Colonel some coffee, please?"

"I apologize for my state of undress but it's already 84 degrees out there and it's supposed to climb to 94 today. I did not unpack a bag last night and I was ravenous with the smells of good food wafting up the stairs. I decided to take the chance that I might be forgiven. I hope you don't think me impolite" he said as he took a chair beside Randy. "I believe all my important parts are covered."

They all chuckled at his little joke, including the sheriff.

"Colonel, you might want to stop by the court house this mornin' and pick up a license to sell here in town" the sheriff said. "We ain't too big a sticklers on rules, but we got some extra folks in town this week for Founders Day so we have to be a little tighter in how we enforce the rules."

"That is already done, sheriff," he said. "I stopped in as soon as I got to town. Your Deputy Arney Littleflute was there and he took care of everything" the Colonel explained. "A very efficient little man, I must say."

"Thank you, Colonel," the sheriff said. "I'm sorry I missed meeting you then but I'm glad I got to meet you this morning. There is a bit of a cross draft in this room so while it is warming up outside, it can be a bit chilly in here. I'll be glad to run up and get a robe for you."

"Why, thank you very much!" the Colonel said with a gleaming smile. "I so appreciate your concern and your hospitality."

Randy went upstairs and got a clean white terrycloth robe from his bathroom. He started back down when he heard a rustling in the guest room. The door was open a crack and when he looked in, he say the mayor's wife sprawled out naked on the bed, her pussy fully exposed. She was still sleeping. Randy was in shock to see the wife of his cohort and the mayor of his town in the bed in his guest room totally naked. He went to the bed and shook her awake.

Mrs. Dykes," the sheriff said, continuing to wake her, "are you all right? Have you been raped? I can't imagine what the mayor will think. He must be crazy looking for you. He'll be frantic if you have been her all night. What in the world happened? Did the Colonel kidnap you and bring you here against your will?"

"The Colonel gave me the best fucking of my life, sheriff" she spat. "I've never been fucked the way that man fucked me. He went down on my puss and it was heaven. I've never cum so hard in my entire life. I have never really had a real man in my bed before last night. I thought Tara could eat a pussy but she's nowhere like as good as the Colonel."

"But you couldn't have agreed to do this" the sheriff said. "You must have been abducted. The wife of the honorable mayor of Gayberry would never consent to something like this."

"Something like this?" she laughed. "I had the fuck of my life. That asshole I'm married to doesn't have any idea where I am. If you must know, we haven't shared a bed since our youngest daughter was born. I threw him out then and have no regrets. He was a lousy fuck with his little, stubby dick. He'd last just long enough to stick it in, pump a few times and then make a mess on my cunt. Then he'd huff and puff and two minutes later he'd have his fat ass collapsed on me and be snoring. He's a lousy fuck. He tried to eat my puss one time but he had no experience. He scraped my clit with his teeth so hard I was bleeding. I left and went home to my mom but my dad made me go back to him. He said a woman had to do her duty. I only let him fuck me on our anniversaries and birthdays and a couple of other special occasions when he'd beg enough or buy me a nice piece of jewelry. He's the worse fuck on the planet and he disgusts me."

The sheriff could not believe his ears. He had never met a woman who used this kind of gutter language or who felt this way about the sacred institution of marriage. The real problem was that many of the facts of her story fit with what the mayor had told him with a different interpretation. The mayor had informed him he hadn't had sex with his wife since their youngest daughter was born and that she only consented to let him fuck her on special occasions and when he gave her nice gifts. The mayor had also told him that his wife had run home to her momma one night when the mayor tried to perform oral sex on her and had been sent back by her father. Of course, when the mayor told the tale, his wife was offended by the perversity of the act and not the incompetence of the man performing the act.

The sheriff just knew that he didn't want to be in the middle of a nasty mess between the mayor and his wife which could potentially blow up and cause a scandal. He managed to get her out of the bed and into her bra, panties and her slip. She was putting on her dress and the sheriff had turned his back to allow her some privacy when he felt a hand grab his crotch.

"Feels like you got a big one down there, sheriff" she said. "No wonder Miss Nelly let you put it in her? You gonna marry her now that you've knocked her up? I bet she likes that big old monster cock in her twat."

"Mrs. Dykes! "he said, wresting her hand from his crotch. "You need to settle down and leave this house. You cannot let the mayor know what you've done. This would ruin him. Do you want to lose that beautiful home, all that nice furniture, all that beautiful jewelry and everything you have now? You know if the mayor finds out about this, he will have to divorce you. You know what that does to a woman's reputation. You won't be able to stay here in Gayberry."

She began to settle down and listen.

"Okay, you have to get out of here and be quiet as you do it" he said. "I'm taking this here robe to the Colonel, so you need to just quietly leave through the front door while everyone is in the kitchen."

"Tell the Colonel I said it was the best fuck of my life" she asked. "Please tell him I'll fuck him anytime and anywhere he wants. Tell him to call me and I'll come to his hotel or meet him out by the lake. I just really want my pussy to feel that good again."

"I'll pass all of that along, Mrs. Dykes" the sheriff said as he helped her down the stairs quietly. "I will give your message to the Colonel."

"Thank you sheriff," she whispered, again grabbing his crotch and feeling his soft, thick meat. "And I'd like to have some of what you got in your pants anytime you want to give it to me."

He got her to the front door and out and returned to the kitchen, handing the bathrobe to the Colonel.

"Thank you very much, sheriff, but I think I'll just stay as I am for now" he said. "This cool air feels very invigorating on my skin. I took the liberty of adding just a smidge of my liniment to your coffee, sheriff," the Colonel. "I think you'll like the taste and find it gives an additional spring to your step through the morning hours. Your lovely aunt has bought several bottles and I will be glad to deliver more any time you find yourselves running low. "

"Thank you very much, Colonel," the sheriff said. "Feel free to relax here as you are. As a matter of fact, I would disrobe and join you if I didn't have to run an out of town errand this morning."

"Oh yes" Mrs. Bedford butted in. "Sheriff Gaylor has to take the football coach from our high school up to the prison in Statesville this morning. I think it's very mean that he won't share with us ladies why the coach is being taken up to the prison. I've figured out that since prisoners usually stay in our little jail until their trial. This must be a major offense if the coach is being transferred before he is even tried. The only times I've ever known of that happening were with very violent crimes of the most heinous nature. I think we must assume something like that has happened here, although the sheriff will not divulge information to the citizens. I think that sets a very dangerous precedent."

"You think whatever you like, Mrs. Bedford," the sheriff said sarcastically. "You don't know jack shit and you will not get information from me, you meddlesome old bitch."

"Language, Randy," Aunt Flea cautioned. "Little ears are at this table."

Randy snorted as the Colonel chuckled. Mrs. Bedford just smiled sweetly at the sheriff which made him even more furious.