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35

They walked the short distance from the field house to the auditorium. There was no one in the lobby so they assumed everyone was working inside the theatre. They were right. The place was a veritable beehive.

Kurt came running over to them.

"Hey, sheriff!! this has been a really fun day" he said. "I didn't know working in a theatre could be so much fun. I'm learning so much and Mr. Churchill and Mr. Blount have been so nice. And that Colonel is very nice and he has a great voice and can that Homer ever sing."

"You are having a good time, son" the sheriff said, reaching out to hug the boy.

The fresh smell of the boy's hair made his dick twitch, even though he had cum in the shower less than thirty minutes earlier.

Mr. Churchill has asked Mark and Jimmy and me to be escorts and Mr. Blount is about to fit us all for tuxedoes" the boy said. "He got really mad at some of the Marines and he told their sergeant they will not be escorting the girls. So Mark and Jimmy and me are doing that."

"What did he get mad at the Marines about?" William asked.

The boy's face turned red.

"I don't know much" the boy said "but Jimmy said the soldiers was messin' around with some of the young girls. I heard a little of what Mr. Churchill was saying but he was using some pretty rough language and it kind of embarrassed me a little bit."

"You mean the girls in the pageant?" the doc asked.

"I think so" he said. "I ain't sure and I don't want to tell tales, but I think that's it. The color guard will still bring out the flags but Mr. Churchill pitched a fit with them boys that was gonna be escorts."

Mr. Blount walked up to them.

"Good after gentlemen" he said warmly. "Welcome to our clusterfuck!"

The men laughed.

"Having a rough one?" William asked.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary" Frankie said with a chuckle. "This is how ii goes n show business. There's always something. Michael pitched an absolute hissyfit this morning. We had brought the contestants in to do their evening gown rehearsal since we canceled last night. It shouldn't be a big deal at all. I mean, all the bitches have to do is fucking walk. We had gotten the ones who are students excused from class and had contacted the others. Then, just as we got started, Michael went to the men's room to find a contestant on her knees sucking off two of the Marine escorts. He pitched a fit and the Sergeant ordered all of the escorts out of the building. Would you care to join me as I get young Kurt's measurements for a tuxedo? That is if young Kurt doesn't mind."

"Why, sure, if it's okay with Kurt" Randy said. "We were hoping to check in with Velma Sue and Shakira but I see they are on stage right now. Do you mind us being there during your fitting?"

"No, sir, not at all" the boy said.

They all followed Frankie back to Michael's large, well-furnished office where Frankie had an elevated platform set up for this purpose. "Okay, son, I need you to strip down to your skivvies. You can go behind the screen if you like."

Kurt stood there, looking confused.

"Skivvies?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

"Sorry, kiddo," he said. "That's what we called them in the Navy. It just means your underwear."

The men took seats around the raised platform as Kurt began to undress. "Here, Kurt, I'll hold your clothes for you" Randy said.

Kurt removed everything except his bright white jockey briefs. The boy was really quite handsome, even with the ugly purple bruises on his body. His lightly muscled legs were covered in pale, blonde hairs which one might miss if not looking closely.

"What in the world happened to you son?" Frankie asked gently as he saw the bruises.

"It's okay" he said. "It's really is. I had a run-in with my paw and my uncle but it's okay now."

"It sure is" Randy said. "Those sons of bitches will never lay another hand on him! You can bet on that.

The boy smiled at him as he stepped onto the platform and raised both arms over his head, revealing the thick patches of soft blondish-brown pit hair and a hairless chest with two beautiful brown nipples which looked as if they might be hardening.

"You may be the most handsome kid I've ever had on this contraption" Frankie said. "And, believe me, we've had some handsome boys in this room over the years."

The boy smiled and blushed a deep shade of red.

"He's pretty and also humble" Frankie said. "That's a rarity."

He measured the waist, noting the thick patch of almost invisible blonde hair around his navel. Then he measured the boy's arm lengths and inseams as well as the neck size.

"I'm going to call the shop and we'll have you , Mark, and Jimmy all fixed up within an hour. Do you know where they are? I still need to grab their measurements."

"They were finishing painting on a set piece a little while ago" the boy answered. "We had finished painting it and they were taking it out to dry when I left them to go to the bathroom."

"Would you mind getting them for me when you are dressed?"

"No, sir, not at all" the boy said as he dressed quickly, leaving on his errand.

"Who beat the shit out of that boy?" Frankie asked. "I'd love to get my hands on the asshole".

"You can fuck with them if you really want to" the sheriff said. "The kid's paw and his uncle are both in your dungeon along with the other three responsible for last night's fire. They are evil sons of bitches and they are off the grid. No one else knows and they likely will not know, at least not in the near future."

"You mean you got all of them?" Frankie asked.

"We are quite sure we at least got the major players" the sheriff said. "We have them all hooded and gagged in the dark for now, but we've gotten enough information to be certain they were responsible for that as well as the vandalism that occurred here. Turns out the old assistant principal here may have been the head of the group."

That Barrow asshole?" Frankie asked. "Michael and I have been so busy with this show we haven't heard any news. That Will Barrow was an evil asshole. We never doubted that. Michael had already made it clear that he would resign if he had been named principal of the school. And Barrow's way too tight with that Bedford bitch. She is a vile cunt."

"Yes, she is" William said. "She seems to have some peripheral involvement in this as well. She has not been arrested, but she knows that she is suspected and she was ordered not to leave her home until further notice."

"Aha!" Frankie said. "That's why she called in to be excused from the rehearsal this morning. She said she had a headache and now the truth comes out."

"Oh yes, she was in the office with Will Barrow when he was fired by Principal Whaley and arrested by the sheriff along with Mr. Print, the owner of the hotel downtown. They were marched out of the school in their underwear in front of most of the student body."

"Oh my God!!" Frankie laughed, cackling. "I can't wait to tell Michael."

"What can't you wait to tell Michael?" Michael Churchill himself asked as he came into the room with Kurt, Mark and Jimmy.

"Oh my God, Michael!" Frankie said. "Wait till you hear all the news. While we've been over here in our own little world, so much has happened. You guys have to fill him in while I strip these handsome young men."

Frankie proceeded to get Mark out of his clothes while the other men explained all the events of the night before and the morning to Michael.

"I was concerned when I heard that little Betty Jean Thomas was out of the pageant and a new contestant was replacing her" Michael said. "But then I met the new girl. She's just gorgeous and smart as a whip. She takes direction perfectly and remembers everything. I watched Velma Sue working with her and she's a dream to teach. Mrs. Stephens is in the sewing room now making a few alterations that were needed on the clothing. Everything should be ready by time for dress rehearsal. "

They heard Frankie chuckling and looked over to see Mark and Jimmy standing bare naked except for their shirts and their chastity cages.

"These boys went commando today, gentlemen, so we get to enjoy a show" Frankie said as he began to measure Jimmy's arm, raised over his head and revealing his thick patch of sandy hair in his pit.

"We both found underwear made things too tight with these cages" Mark said.

"Yeah, Jimmy added. "We didn't think we'd be taking our pants off in front of anybody today. I guess we was wrong."

All the men laughed as the boys blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed, boys," Frankie said. "You've both got beautiful bodies that need to be admired. Turn around and show me that pretty butt, Jimmy!"

Jimmy turned his back and wiggled his creamy, round butt. The men and Kurt applauded as the boy bent at the waist and grabbed his ankles, revealing a beautiful pink boyhole, surrounded by the ssame sandy hair found in his armpit. When it was Mark's turn, he did the same, showing his bright pink hole with a few ginger hairs surrounding it.

Once the measurements were finished, the boys said they better get back to the auditorium. Frankie called the tux shop and relayed the measurement. Then he went back to work.

"Sheriff, is Mrs. Bedford going to be allowed to participate in the pageant?" Michael asked.

"I'd really appreciate your input on that" he said. "I don't want to do anything that would make your job tougher than it already is."

Randy explained that it was apparently Mrs. Bedford who had called Barrow to tell him that young Kurt would be working at his home the day of the shotgun blasts. He explained that information was not as firm as the other but they would be finding out the extent of her involvement very soon.

"I don't want to do anything to mess with the show you guys have worked so hard on." The sheriff said. "At the same time, I just don't think it's right to present her as someone deserving of the respect and love of this community."

"What are your thoughts?" Randy asked.

"I agree completely with you" Michael said. "She is not integral to the show. I would love to come up with a way to humiliate her publicly. That might be the worst punishment an arrogant, prideful cunt like Tara Bedford could receive. May I have some time to think about it?"

"Of course" Randy said. "In the meantime, I will advise that she may attend this evening's rehearsal. I think I will have my deputy go to her house and put an ankle bracelet on her."

"Would it not be more humiliating for the ankle bracelet to be put on her at this evening's rehearsal?" Michael asked.

"Oh fuck yes!" Randy said. "That's brilliant. Frankie said you wanted our boys here for the rehearsal dressed in their new outfits so we will be here anyway. I'm getting hard thinking about it."

"I'd like to see that" Michael chuckled. "Your cock has been a subject of speculation in this town for some time, sheriff.

Randy was the one blushing now as they left the office. Just as they reached the lobby, they ran into Velma Sue and Shakira.

"Oh, Randy, I thought we'd missed you!" Velma Sue said. "Shakira and I were so hoping you and William might tell us what you think of Shakira's outfits. Mrs. Stephens is just finishing alterations if you can take a few minutes for us. I think it would help Shakira's confidence a lot to model them for you."

"Of course" Randy said. "I ain't much of a fashionista, but I think I know what looks good. I think Dr. Foster and William can give you better input than I can but I'm willing."

"You guys go back into my office and take all the time you need. I am going to be working in the auditorium on some lighting problems for at least the next hour" Michael said.

They went again into the office. Velma Sue and Shakira had been carrying several large clothing bags, which the men took from them and put into a dressing room off the main part of the office.

"Y'all have a seat and we'll be out in a minute in her interview outfit" Velma Sue said.

"My God, that girl is absolutely beautiful" the doctor said. "She's going to give the other girls a run for the money."

"Undoubtedly" William added. "I know the mayor's pushing real hard for his little Jenny to win and I know Ellie Walker, the druggist is in the mix. I think it's Miss Walker's last year of eligibility and the other two have several years left that they could compete."

"That's true" Randy said. "And Ellie thinks the fact we were going out pretty regularly gives her the upper lane in this thing. But I've seen some pretty ugly things I didn't like coming out of her mouth lately so I ain't givin' her any extra consideration."

"It would sure be helpful to know which contestant was sucking Marine dick in the men's room before you make a decision" the doctor said.

"Shore would" Randy agreed. The men were enjoying a laugh as Velma Sue came out of the dressing room, dimming the room lights and turning on a spot on the platform which Randy hadn't known about.

The girl walked out in a stunning royal blue suit with a very pale blue blouse. The blouse tied at the neck almost like a scarf and fell just below the bustline, the two ends at different lengths. Her hair had been put up in a tight French twist with a few tendrils left to frame her face. She had on small ear rings with pearls and tiny pale blue stones. The only other jewelry was a small, shimmering diamond pin on the jacket in the shape of a crown. She was wearing four inch heels and she glided as she moved onto the platform and struck a pose.

Velma Sue started clapping enthusiastically. It took the men a few seconds, they were so stunned at the transformation. They had seen a beautiful little girl, now transformed into a stunning young woman.

"It's magical" the doctor said.

Doctor Foster clearly had tears in his eyes as he looked at the girl.

"Can you turn for us, Shakira?" Velma Sue asked.

The girl executed a perfect half turn, paused, then completed the turn, again facing the men with a smile even more dazzling.

"That was perfect, Shak!" Velma Sue said. "You remembered to lick your lips when your back was to us so they glided across your teeth and the smile didn't look forced."

"Is that a pageant trick?" William asked.

"You bet it is!" Velma Sue answered. "That was great!" Velma Sue said. "Now you can get into your swimsuit. I'll be there in a minute."

"That suit was gorgeous" the doctor said. "My wife was always a sharp dresser. I know that didn't come out of any store in Gayberry."

"Right you are, doctor" she said. "But that was not what Betty Jean was planning to wear. That suit is her mother's. Her mom was here with us earlier and neither of them really liked what Betty Jean was wearing for interview. It was an expensive, designer label dress, but it was a bit suggestive. They both knew immediately it just wasn't right and I totally agreed. Fortunately they were able to get most of their clothing out of the home before things really caught up. I better run help her out."

"Every single one of these new folks that I've met are absolute quality" William said. "I can't believe how this town has looked down on the Colony for all these years. People like Gerome and Greg and those three boys we were with earlier and the Stuarts are exceptional. What a great addition they will make to this town!"

"I couldn't possibly agree more" the doctor said.

The sheriff smiled

"I'd really like to ask you something, William," the sheriff said. "It's a little embarrassing but if I can't ask you guys something, I don't know who I could ask?'

"You can ask me anything, Randy," William said..

The sheriff lowered his voice to be sure they could not be overheard.

"You know a little while ago in the field house, you let that boy fuck you" Randy said. "The sounds you was makin' made it sound like it was feelin' really good. I can't understand how it could with that big, thick dick in your little hole. If I thought it could as feel as goof as you was makin' it sound like it felt, I'd think about tryin' it."

"That young boy was a great fuck" William said. "Young ones like him are not all that common unless they've had a man teach them how to fuck. You saw that painful fuck the warden threw into Coach Thomas at the prison. That was awful. There are few things in the world that could hurt more than a painful fuck but there are few things in the world that feel as good as a good fuck. It's all about the gentleness it's approached with. I taught my older boy to fuck really well and I hope to teach Billy Paul the same way. When my older boy fucks me I can cum without even touching my dick."

"I've never tried it either" the doctor said. "I've always wanted to experience it but I'm pretty scared about it myself. The way you were just whimpering sure made me want to experience it, William."

"Experience what, doctor" Velma Sue asked as she entered the room quietly.

"Oh nothing, ma'am," doc said. "We were just talking. Is Shakira ready in her swimsuit?"

"Oh yes" Velma Sue said. "We aren't sure whether we're going to leave her hair up for this or if it would look better down, but we left it up for now."

She again dimmed the lights in the room and hit the spotlight as Shakira walked intot he room in a white bathing suit and white four inch heels. She was now wearing large white pearl earrings with a gold rim and the only other jewelry was the sparkling pin she wore earlier on her jacket.

"Oh my God!" William said. "That's perfection."

"I'm speechless" the doctor said. "My wife always loved wearing white when she had a good tan. That suit shows off her brown skin perfectly and it fits like it was made for her."

"Wow!" Randy said. "That's all I know how to say. Just Wow!."

The girl's smile was beautiful. It was obvious her confidence was building

"Okay, sweetie," Velma Sue said. "Let's put on that gorgeous gown."

They went back to the dressing room and the men again lowered their voices.

""William, that kid has a larger than average penis" the doctor said. "It was all I could do to get Gerry's cock in my mouth this morning and I could tell Coley's was thicker and longer."

"It really ain't about the size but the technique when we're talking a big dick" William said. "If you guys are serious, you may want to start with something smaller. Billy Paul or Dopie or Jeffie might be worth a try. Or maybe little Pepe. I know they'd love to fuck either of you. It always makes a kid feel like a man to fuck an older man. You'd at least know if you like the idea of getting fucked. Some men have it in their heads that only sissies take a dick but that just is not the truth. It takes a man to have the mindset to relax and take a dick like that."

"Thanks for answering the question" Randy said.

"Do you have somebody in mind you're thinking about fucking you?" William teased.

"As if we didn't know the answer to that" the doctor said. "Him and Kurt can barely keep their hands off of each other. I had a feeling something might be going on last night if that fire hadn't happened."

"You may be a prophet, doctor" Randy said. "I had just took off my towel and was slidin' into bed with the boy when I heard that siren. I was feelin' nervous cause I didn't know what he was wantin' or expectin' and I didn't know just what I was wantin' to try. But I was wantin' to get naked with the boy and I'da done pretty much anything the boy wanted. Or at least I'da tried."

"Just relax and enjoy" William said. "Kurt's a gentle boy and he's nuts about you. Y'all will make it work and it'll be fine. That's a promise. As I remember, the boy had a nice piece. I think he was cut, wasn't he?"

"Yes" Randy said. "That was awful what happened. His paw caught him playin' with his little pecker and told his brother who's a Pentecostal preacher. They're the first two assholes we threw in that dungeon. The boy's uncle told his paw that getting' him cut would stop him touchin' himself. They done it without even usin'any anesthesia. Can you imagine?"

"Who would have done that?" William asked.

"I ain't sure" Randy said. "They may have done it theirselves. The very thought made me hurt so much I didn't get details."

"I'd kind of like to know how it went down" the doctor said. "Y'all may think I'm awful but I wouldn't mind doing the same thing to them."

"I don't think you're awful" William said. "Hell, I'd hand you the knife."

"And I'd feed them their own foreskins" the sheriff said.

"Okay, guys, get ready" Velma Sue said as she once again changed the lighting.

When the girl came out , the men were speechless. They all gasped. Shakira had slightly darkened her lipstick shade and she was in a full-lenth ball gown which was stunning. The dress was strapless and the skirt was huge. The girl's waist looked pencil-thin and the gown showed the perfect amount of cleavage.The bodice was solid rhinestones and the skirt started out white and gradually became slightly darker as it traveled to the floor. The bottom of the tulle was the palest of powder blues. There were rhinestones scattered all over the skirt and even on the underlayers of tulle.

"Oh my God! William said. "That is stunning!

"Really beautiful" the doctor said.

"Wow!" Randy said.

"That is not off the rack" the doctor said. "That's a custom gown if I've ever seen one."

"You're right" Velma Sue said. "It is a one of a kind gown made in Raleigh by a designer who was visiting for a trunk show from New York. Betty Jean and her mother somehow knew the man and had him design the gown. It needed a little work in the bosom area as Betty Jean had wanted to show more cleavage. Mrs. Stephens did an excellent job."

The girl stepped off the platform and walked over to the men. She gave each of them a hug.

"I've never even seriously considered being in a pageant" she said. "My beautiful mother tried to get me to do a Miss Black America Junior pageant but I just laughed at her. I'm not pretty enough for this. But it means a lot to my mom and my dad and I'm happy just to represent my friends, my family and my community."

"You'll be wonderful and I wish you the best, my dear child," the doctor said as he hugged her again.

"Shakira, you are simply beautiful" William said. "The clothes are perfect and you and your mom and Velma Sue have done a wonderful job coordinating everything. The palette is perfect. Of course, you're such a pretty girl, you'd wow an audience in a potato sack!"

"I agree with both of these men, child" Randy said as he took both her hands in his. "You are a beautiful young woman and every time I see that smile and hear the words you speak, you become even more beautiful. Good luck!"

Velma Sue and Shakira said goodbye and the men left the office. Michael, Frankie and the three boys were in the lobby putting finishing touches on a lobby display with pictures of all the contestants. Randy noticed Betty Jean's photo had been replaced with Shakira's.

"How in the hell do you get things done so fast?" he asked the man.

"I'm not responsible" Michael said. "Frankie is the miracle man. I haven't found anything yet that he can't make happen."

" That's because I have great helpers like these three " Frankie said, putting his long arm around the three boys and drawing them close.

"Michael, can you spare me just one more moment?" Randy asked.

"Of course, sheriff" he answered.

Randy led him away from the group to a spot by the door.

"Michael, Kurt was sharing with me that you had a problem with the Marine escorts and a contestant" Randy said. "I'm really curious as to what happened if you don't mind sharing with me."

"I don't mind sharing at all with you, sheriff" he said. "You know I trust you with any information I have. The incident actually happened two nights ago at rehearsal. I had given them a break When we came back, Jenny, the mayor's daughter wasn't onstage. I waited a few minutes and asked about her. Betty Jean Thomas pulled me aside and said she was afraid Jenny may have been sick in the bathroom. I said I would send someone to the ladies room to check on her and Betty Jean said that it wasn't the ladies room but the mens room. She had no idea as to why the girl would have been in the mens room and she couldn't say why she hadn't come to us immediately if she thought her friend was having a problem. Betty Jean is such a devious little cunt I knew I couldn't believe a word from her mouth. I went into the men's room and Jenny had nothing on below the waist. Nothing! Her skirt and panties were in the floor and one of the Marines was fucking her. Yes, you heard me. He was fucking her right there. Just slamming that hard Marine cock right into that little blonde cunt! That wasn't all. He was riding her from behind and she was lying on her tummy on the floor with another Marine in front of her. He had his pants completely off and she was sucking the other Marine's cock. The mayor's daughter was getting spit-roasted in the mens room."

"What did she say?" the sheriff asked.

"Nothing!" Michael said. "I blew sky high and went off on the girl and the Marines. I banished them from the auditorium. I thought about doing the same with her but I knew it would open a hornet's nest of problems. Had we not been expecting the governor, I might have but I hate for our governor to come into a shitfest.And I knew the mayor would cause a shitfest if I threw his lovely daughter out of the pageant. I decided we had enough problems without that so I told her to get dressed and back onstage. When she went back, Betty Jean was smirking. When I finally talked to Jenny later, she said Betty Jean had been in there fucking a Marine at the same time but they finished first. Apparently Betty Jean wanted to get Jenny in trouble. When I blew I did it to Frankie, who calmed me down. I'm so sorry Kurt heard just a little of what I was saying. Apparently he heard me say blowjob and Marine and figured things out. I love that boy. He's so smart and so loving. Do you know what his plans are?"

"I know he's doing home renovations with Mr. Lee" Randy said. "That boy's had a miserable home life that I don't think we can even imagine. I could gleefully wring his paw's neck in the dungeon. I assure you the man and the uncle will pay for what they have done to him."

"I'm glad you're on his side, sheriff" Michael said. "He has a great mind on him and he could do just about anything if he gets the right support."

"I'll do what I can" Randy said. "He's staying with me right now and I hope that will become a permanent arrangement. I always wanted another son and Dopie's always wanted a big brother."

"Indeed" Michael said with a knowing smile.

Randy checked his watch and it was only an hour till school would be out.

"Looks like our guys are close to finishing up here and we have an hour till the boys are out of school" Randy said. "What if we three take a look in on our prisoners and then come back and get our boys? We can get them home and get their homework and maybe a quick swim before we have to all be back here for the dress rehearsal."

The men stopped and got sodas for themselves and a loaf of bread for the prisoners. Randy was driving with the doc in the front seat beside him. William was in the back seat looking through a large bag Michael had handed him earlier. The man simply said there were several things they might find useful in interrogating the prisoners.

"I recognize some of this shit but others, I don't have a clue about" he said.

He handed the doctor a long thin metal rod, about the diameter of a straw and slightly longer.

"Ah, " the doctor said. "I recognize that. It's called a sound. They are generally used to insert into a man's penis and run up into the bladder when there appear to be blockages of some sort. They aren't used nearly as much today, but they were used when a man was having problems peeing. The reason they are not used so much today because it is very easy to tear the ureter or damage the bladder. I have never felt one in my peter, but they are said to be quite painful and the larger the sound, the more pain."

"There are several in this bag, some smaller than the one I handed you" William said. "There are also some substantially larger ones. I can't imagine how much it would hurt to have one of these run up inside my dick. Makes me hurt to think about. There are several small bands which appear to be like shock collars except for the penis. Those are bound to hurt. There are a number of dildos in every color and size. Now this is something I've never seen or heard of."

William held up s thin probe about seven inches long with a wide spot at the end. It appeared to be something to be inserted into the rectum.

"Oh man," William said. "I get it now. It's a rectal probe, but it has a control that can be set to give various levels of electrical charge. It looks like it can also be set to deliver shocks periodically. Like you could insert this baby into an asshole and set it to deliver a mind blowing electrical charge every thirty minutes. And it even looks like it can be set to deliver charges at various intervals so the guy with it in his butt never knows when he's gonna get a huge shock in his butt."

"That's some pretty amazing stuff" Randy said. "I can hardly wait to use all of our new toys on these dickheads. Guys, I'll be honest with you. When I first saw Kurt's beaten body, I would gladly have killed those Thomas men. When I saw that sweet boy disrobe in front of the whole group of us today, I wanted to tear them limb from limb. And that boy says he's fine. There's no tellin' what that boy has been through and he isn't concerned with revenge. When I saw him today I felt rage boiling up in me. When I think of them tying him down or holding him down and cuttin' off his foreskin with nothing to even deaden it, I go fucking blind. "

"I think we both understand, sheriff" the doctor said. "Some things are just too awful to think about. Believe me, I've had visions in my head for all my life that I've tried to erase. I understand that rage, Randy and I share it, even after all these years. When we got to camp Windermere, after our release from the camps, we were all taught to forgive. We were taught how to work on dealing with our anger and taught that vengeance wasn't the answer. There's so much that I have repressed all these years. But I haven't forgotten it. And when I see a swastika or a nasty epithet against Jews or hear the word `kike' it all comes back to me – the rage in my gut – as if it were only yesterday."

There were tears in all the men's eyes now. They were silent for a while.

"We have to make these men pay for their actions and somehow, very discretely, make them examples for other" William said. "I think using Tara Bedford may be the key here. First we need to definitely confirm her involvement. I think it was damning enough when we found her sitting in Barrow's office but I think we all need to hear that she was colluding from these men. We can ultimately use that bitch to spread just enough in this town that people know that what happened to these men was not something anyone would want to happen to them."

"Agreed" Randy said.

"Agreed" Doc said. "We are fairly certain that Tara Bedford was the one who made the call to advise them that Kurt would we working at Randy's house. I think the call was probably made to Barrow but I don't think Barrow did the shooting as he was at school during those hours. He needed that alibi in case anything ever came out. My gut tells me it was Print who actually did the shooting or maybe even his son. So how do we best get the information from them that Mrs. Bedford notified someone and find out who fired the shotgun blasts?"

"I strongly feel young Charlie Print is the weakest in the group" William said. "That boy is pretty scared right now. He's a vile asshole, but remember he's much younger than the others. I think if we can get it to look as if the others are wanting to scapegoat the boy, he is likely to spill his guts."

"Good thinking" Randy said. "So you think we should definitely remove the gag from young Print?"

"Yes, and then use the doctor to do all the talking as he asks Barrow and Kurt's dad, Jack, about the events of the day of the shooting at Randy's. That's the only thing we have Tara Bedford on at this point, although we are sure her collusion runs much deeper" the doctor suggested."

"I think that's a plan" Randy said as they opened the door of the dark, cavernous room. There was a faint odor of piss as they entered.

"You sorry motherfuckers pissing yourselves?" the doctor's voice boomed in a way no one could ever have suspected might come from the gentle man.

All of them were awake and began trying to speak ,unable to make any sound other than a muddled gag due to the balls in their mouths, secured with leather straps. They had been in total darkness with the black hoods over their heads and had no idea where they might be. Several had their memories altered with drugs and it had been hinted they might be in Mexico. They really had no idea who else was in the room or how many people were there. All had leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles and were tied with all their limbs spread tand secured to large metal rings in the floors and walls of the buildings. Jack Smith, Kurt's dad was the exception and he was locked into a large apparatus where he was kneeling on a hard metal board, his neck, wrists and feet extended through holes which essentially made movement impossible."

"You nasty bunch of motherfuckers!" the doctor said in his deepest voice. "You need a little clean up, don't you."

Randy had a large hose and he began to spray the men with a heavy spray, rinsing them all. All the men were naked and began to try to register their displeasure at the cold water. They were unsuccessful in doing so, thanks to the gags.

"You men need to learn to hold your piss" the doctor said. "Even young Charlie, who loves to suck cocks, won't suck any dicks as nasty as yours."

The doc then laughed an evil laugh as young Charlie tried in vain to defend himself. No water collected on the floor as there were drains evenly spaced throughout the building. It was quite cold in the building and the men had been shivering when they arrived. They were even colder now with the cold water being sprayed roughly on their bodies.

The doctor had the hose now and continued spraying the unhappy men as Randy and William went and released Jack from the stocks. He had been in the kneeling position for so long, he was unable to stand at first. It was obviously painful as he attempted to stand and the men had difficulty repressing their laughter as the first thing the naked man did when he could move his arms was to attempt to cover his exposed bush and his floppy penis. William slapped his hand away roughly and they attached the heavy leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles and then attached the cuffs to rings in the wall and the floor. William then removed Barrow's gag, making sure the hood stayed in place over his eyes as Randy did the same to young Print.

"Okay, boys, listen up" the doctor said. "I know you're hungry and thirsty and we have some food and plenty of water. But not until we've talked a little bit. We know that you men are responsible for burning down the school and burning a cross. What you may not know is that a young black man was severely injured and is currently fighting for his life."

This was an exaggeration of young Gerry's burn, but they considered it fair in these circumstances.

"If that young man dies, you'll all end up strapped to a gurney, getting a lethal injection or maybe get strapped into that big old electric chair if we can bring it back. You'll get it because you will deserve it."

Young Charlie was already sobbing.

"Shut the fuck up, Charlie" Barrow snapped. "You can't believe a goddamned word they're saying. They're all a bunch of nigger loving Jews and assholes who hate our country."

The boy continued his crying.

"I don't want to go in the electric chair" the boy howled. "I never meant for nobody to get burned up!"

"Shut the fuck up, Charlie!" Barrow said. "They got no proof of nothing!"

"Yes they do, Mr. Barrow!" the boy sobbed. "When they got me and you and paw run off in the woods, they found all them gas cans and torches in the trunk and our fingerprints was all over them. You know that's true cause you forgot to bring the rubber gloves paw had brought!"

"Shut the fuck up, right this minute, Charlie!" Barrow said angrily. "If you say another fucking word, I'll..."

"You'll do what, Mr. Barrow? " the boy asked. I'm guessin' your chained up here like a pig that's had its throat cut just like me and my paw is. You gonna get us down from here? You gonna get us out of here? You always think you're so fuckin' goddamned smart but you got us here. Now what are you gonna do about it? What you gonna do, Barrow?"

The boy's father was trying very hard to speak. Randy decided to remove his gag and did so without disturbing the hood covering his eyes.

"Charlie, you keep your goddamned mouth shut!" the man ordered. "Do not say another word."

"Charlie, your paw's just givin' you more bad advice like he always has" the doctor said quietly. "I have a knife right here in my hand. It's likely gonna remove the balls from one of you tonight. I ain't sure which one it's gonna be but you ain't helpin your cause, Charlie. And, Mr. Print, you sure ain't helping your son's cause."

"That boy ain't never had no balls" Mr. Print said. "He's always been a coward, cryin' at the drop of a hat. I thought when I ran his momma off I could raise him to be a man. But h never had it in him. I wanted him to grow up to be a man like either of the Thomas fellas or Will Barrow but the boy is a pussy and he always has been."

Charlie was crying louder now.

"Paw, I ain't no pussy!" the boy sobbed. "When Mr. Barrow came and got me out of class and brought me in his office where he was talking to Mrs. Bedford and gave me my mission, I did it without a question."

"Shut the fuck up, boy" Mr. Print and Mr. Barrow were screaming at the boy.

The doctor had removed a very sharp stainless steel scalpel from his medical bag and was now kneeling right in front of Charlie. He put his fingers around the boy's nut sac which looked like it had shrunk in fear. Charlie was startled when he felt the man's hand on him and attempted futilely to get away from his touch.

"Settle down, Charlie" he said quietly. "I have a knife right at your ball sac. You make a wrong move and you might cause me to accidentally cut those nuts off you. That would hurt even more. If I cut them off, I will do it with clean swipes which won't hurt you quite as badly."

The boy was howling now and trying to hold his body completely still as he felt the sharp edge of the blade on the seam of his nut sac.

"You better start talkin' and start talkin' fast, Charlie" the doctor said, pressing the blade against the tender, white flesh and drawing a few drops of bright red blood.

"Ooops" the doctor said. "You're bleeding now, son, better talk faster if you plan on keeping those testicles."

"Mr. Barrow came and got me out of my math class" the boy said, his words now spilling out. "He told me he had a mission for me and my paw had approved it. He took me to his office and Mrs. Bedford was there. He had that woman tell me about a young guy that was doing some work at the sheriff's house. She said he was there with an older feller and Mr. Barrow was going to give me a gun and I was to go to Sheriff Gaylor's house and shoot the boy and the man. The woman said no one else would be in the house as far as she knew but she said I shouldn't leave any witnesses if there was somebody else there. Mr. Barrow told me he didn't care who else was in that house, that I was not to leave anyone alive in there. I told him I didn't need a gun cause I had my shotgun out in my truck. Mrs. Bedford handed me a brand new hundred dollar bill which is still under my mattress at home. I took off, kind of excited that I could impress my paw finally. It gets old havin' your own paw call you a pussy all the time and I knew this was my chance. I got in my truck and went to the sheriff's house. I loaded my shotgun and started in. I didn't hear no sounds so I figured they was upstairs. I was tryin' to see in one of the front windows and had my finger on the trigger when a car passed by and backfired. I thought it was a gun shootin' at me and I just started pullin the trigger on my shotgun. I thought somebody was shootin' at me and I was scared it was some kind of trap set for me by the law so I got out of there as fast as I could. I came back to school and told Mr. Barrow what happened. He told me to get my ass back to class and not to speak to anybody about what happened. He said no one would ever know it was me."

The boy was sobbing now.

"I just wanted to make my paw proud" the boy said.

"I don't think that's the whole story, Charlie" the doctor said. "You were way too eager to do that job. I think you probably resented that kid. He was always the great looking boy and you were sure to know he was about to marry young Sarah. I think you were jealous of that boy and jumped at the chance to shoot him."

Charllie was crying louder than ever now.

"He was a self-righteous little shit" the boy spat. "He needed killin" He always was like that. My paw threw it up to me all the time what good manners he had and how he seemed to be `all boy' instead of a boy pussy like me. Yeah I hated Kurt and he needed killin' I figured I could do us all a favor and make a hundred bucks in the meantime."

The doctor grabbed the boy's nuts as hard as he could and began to squeeze them. Randy saw that he had an elastrator in his hand, the instrument used to place tight bands on bull's testicles which would cause them to wither and eventually disappear. He used the tool masterfully and had a tight band on the boy's balls in second. Charlie was bawling and jerking, thinking he had lost his testicles.

"Oh no, paw, he cut my nuts off" the boy yelped."

"You goddamned son of a bitch!" Mr. Print said. "That was my only son and my only chance at ever having grandchildren. I'll get you for this, you son of a bitch."

"I can't believe you're so upset about the kid's nuts, Charles" the doctor said. "You're the one who convinced the boy he was a pussy. This is on you and you alone."The room had gone silent except for Charlie's continued sobs.

"I have a question for you, whoever you are," Will Barrow said haughtily. "How did you know it was Charlie who did the shooting at Sheriff Gaylor's house."

"We didn't know, Mr. Barrow, until young Charlie confessed."

Barrow knew he had lost this round and put up no resistance when they again gagged him and replaced his hood. Neither did Charles or Charlie Print. Charlie was still sobbing over the fact he thought he had been castrated. He was sure his balls were now on the floor of the cold building.

"We had some bread, but none of you earned it" the doctor said. "We'll be back in just a bit probably. We'll leave you with a couple of thoughts. Which one of you would most like to have little Charlie suck your dick and which of you should be the next to lose his nuts? Be prepared to give us your answer when we return."

With that said, they quietly left the building and closed the door.