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43

After getting Mrs. Bedford back into her cell, even with her bitching and raising holy hell all the way about her treatment at the parade, Randy realized that every event of the day had run precisely on time. As they had projected, the parade had ended by three o'clock. By the time the parade reached its end, Mrs. Bedford was looking rough, her hair now hanging down around her neck and showing globs of baby pig shit. Her orange jumpsuit was also stained with the porcine fecal matter. The sheriff insisted she walk the distance back to the jail, still handcuffed so as not to necessitate a thorough cleaning and deodorizing of the squad car. The pageant was scheduled to begin at seven thirty, so Randy decided to take the Bentley brothers over to the dungeon along with William. They arranged for Gerry to be taken to the house with the doctor, Ben, and Marv so they could have a little swim before getting dressed for the evening's events. The governor was invited to join the men at the dungeon but he chose to go home with the boys, as did Abe and the warden.

On the way to the dungeon, the sheriff revealed to Gerome and Greg more about the task force the governor had asked Randy and William to head up. It was made clear the group would not be bound by usual laws. It was agreed that the laws of the state had proven insufficient to deal with racist and white supremacist groups. That was the governor's reason for establishing a group to deal with those outside the law. Their work would be highly secret with huge latitude to act independently and without any public record. Randy then explained that the men being held were the men who had perpetrated the cross burning, the burning of the school and the Colony community. They also told them about the plot by Will Barrow and Mrs. Bedford to hire Mr. Print and his son to shoot young Kurt Smith because he had overheard his father and his uncle discussing the plans. They also filled the men on the cruelty the Rev. Smith and his brother had shown in circumcising young Kurt on the altar of the reverend's church without anesthesia and told him that they suspected this had been done to an unknown number of young boys in the community. Once they were up to speed, they were parked in front of the giant building on the plantation.

"I will certainly understand if you guys decide not to become a part of this task force" Randy said. "We will not at all times be operating within the law. We may be called upon at times to do things that may be considered unethical. The governor has promised that we will be operating in complete secrecy and, should any acts ever be uncovered, he will immediately grant full immunity and pardons to any of us involved. We have taken all of these men into custody totally without the knowledge of their friends or family with the exception of young Kurt's father. He was in bed fucking his thirteen year-old niece who had previously been set to marry Kurt before the son refused to go through with it. The reverend supposedly didn't know that his brother was fucking his daughter but we aren't quite sure of that branch of this conspiracy yet."

"If you guys decide this is something you'd rather not be involved in, we will understand. We can drive away from here right now and we will all forget we even had this conversation at all. There will be no hard feelings whatsoever and we will all carry on with our lives."

"Oh fuck no, we aren't walking away" Gerome said. "I can only speak for myself but it is high time for something like this. You know how terrified we were when we found two of our precious boys in that bathroom with that nearly naked bitch. Do you know how many black men and boys have been lynched for so much less? You can count me in and I'll do whatever it takes. I like to think I'm a nice guy but not when it comes to assholes like this. The truth is that most of these assholes are nothing more than cowards who hide behind their hoods and robes. The thought of a black man with a black dick strikes fear into them. I look forward to striking terror in their fucking hearts and I'd be the first to cut the nuts off any man who did something like the Thomas men to that sweet Kurt."

"All the things my brother just said goes double for me" Greg said. "I agree that it's past time to give these motherfuckers some doses of their own fucking medicine."

"Then we're all agreed" the sheriff said as they all shook hands. "I guess you're ready to meet the assholes."

On the previous visit, they had left all of the men chained to the walls of the building in four point restraints, their arms extended and their legs spread. All were naked and movement was very restricted. Hoods had been left off but the room had been in complete darkness.

The sudden bright lights were a shock to the men who had been in total darkness for hours and they were all struggling to adjust. It was clear most of them had pissed in the floor but they had so little food over the hours of captivity there was nothing else. William quickly grabbed a high power hose and began to wash off the floor. The water flowed off into the drains which lined the walls He then turned the powerful stream onto the prisoners, the water cold and the men began to try to keep the force of the water from their tender private parts. But their movement was so restricted it was difficult, if not impossible to avoid the water jets. Randy grabbed a second hose and the men's protests doubled as Greg and Gerome laughed at the dancing men.

When they were all rinsed off and the water had mostly drained, the sheriff introduced the men to the black brothers.

"This is Mr. Charles Print and his son" the sheriff began. "Little Charlie was driving the car the night of the cross burning and he was also the shooter who went into my fuckin' house with a goddamn shotgun planning to kill that sweet boy we had lunch with earlier today. His paw, over there next to him, ran the Gayberry Hotel, where you and the other Colony folks are now living. He owned the place until we took it over and he never allowed a black or Jewish guest in all the years he had it. It's likely those two actually lit the cross on fire. We found three of these men's fingerprints on the torches used, but we ain't tellin' them which ones cause we want to hear it from their mouths."

"Shut the fuck up, you fuckin' asshole" the reverend shouted. "Ain't none of us tellin y'all another goddamned thing. You fucked up when you forgot to gag us the last time you were here so we've all talked amongst ourselves and none of us is giving' any of you another piece of information. It don't matter how many niggers or Jews or chinks or anybody you bring. We ain't tellin' you shit!"

"Thank you for that, reverend Smith," William said as he delivered a hard fist right into the man's gut. The reverend's face turned green the blow was so hard and he shut up.

"If anybody else wants one of those, I have plenty" William said as the black men laughed. That made all the prisoners angry and they glared silently.

"The motherfucker I just punched was the Right Reverend Honorable Roy Smith, the pastor at the Church of the Last Days with Signs following or some such silly shit" William chuckled. "He's the man who bravely tied his young nephew to an altar in his own church and proceeded to cut the boy's foreskin off with no anesthesia as his own brother, who was secretly fucking the reverend's thirteen year-old daughter watched him cut his own son. Both were there the night the Colony burned. Some of these men may be more responsible than others but all were involved. We will, at some point, get to the bottom of exactly who-did-what and these assholes will tell us."

"You must be deaf, Sheriff Motherfucker" Will Barrow said angrily. "We ain't tellin' you nothing else. You tricked young Charlie into tellin' you a little but none of us has nothin' more to say to any of you. Fuck you, fuck your white buddy and fuck your nigger friends!"

"Ah, we finally hear from our hairy monkey with the tiny little boy dick" Randy laughed. "Last but not least, this hairy little guy on the end is Will Barrow" the sheriff said. "We think he may have been the brains of the whole operation, although it's kind of funny to say that anyone in a group this fuckin' dumb has any brains at all. He coordinated with that old bitch in the pig wagon today to pay for all their activities. They also gave the money to the Prints to shoot Kurt. He tried to usurp Principal Ben's position at the school but it didn't quite work out the way it was planned. We found out that Mrs. Bedford met with him in his office at the school and gave him a one-hundred dollar bill to kill Kurt. That crisp one hundred dollar bill was found under Charlie's mattress."

"I tried to tell you to keep your fuckin' mouth shut, Charlie" Will yelled at the youngest prisoner in the group.

"But they was gonna cut my nuts off, Mr. Barrow," the boy said. "Who wouldn't have talked with a knife at their nuts?"

"That was a trick, you little cocksucker!" Barrow said. "This bunch of pussies ain't gonna do a thing to harm any of us. They know what kind of power we hold in our fucking hands."

"Hey, I told you to shut up with callin' my son names" Mr. Print said/ "I won't tolerate that."

The men were now again bickering among one another. William, Randy, Greg and Gerome watched the men argue in amusement for several minutes. Then Greg walked up to Will Barrow, grabbing a fistful of the man's dark chest hair.

"Well, it is you after all" Greg said. "I knew that name sounded familiar, but I didn't remember what you looked like at first. You were on the football team at UNC, weren't you?"

"Yes I was their field goal kicker for two seasons" Will Barrow said arrogantly.

"Oh yeah, I definitely remember you" Greg said.

"I'll be goddamned, Greg" Gerome said. "You're right. I had forgotten the asshole's name but this is him. This is the asshole who burned a cross outside the apartment we were living in at the University."

He stepped right up to the man and put his face close to Barrow's.

"You may not remember me but I remember you" Gerome said. "How could I forget? The University had just started admitting black students two years earlier. I was in the first graduating class to graduate black students. There weren't many of us. I decided to try out for the football team. The athletic director was about to rule in favor till you and some of your buddies burned a cross in front of the apartments where the other black students and I were living. Of course we weren't allowed to live on campus then. But you burning a cross, dissuaded the athletic director from letting black students play sports. It was five more years before that happened, thanks to you and your college klan buddies. How could I ever forget that smirking face? Same old face, same old smirk."

He grabbed the man''s small, uncut dick and nuts in his hand and pulled on them, eliciting a scream from Barrow.

"Same old tiny dick too" he chuckled, along with the others. "All the white girls laughed about that dick you got, boy. For most of those white girls, it was the first time they'd seen a real black dick up close. Most of them fell in love with our big, ebony cocks and they were all laughing at you and your white buddies with their tiny cocks! Everybody on the team knew you stuffed socks in your jockstrap pouch to try to cover for having nothing between your legs."

It looked as if Gerome might land a punch in barrow's gut, but he just released the man's genitals and turned to his brother.

"Greg, I see a stack of mattresses over by that wall" he said. "Would you mind giving me a hand in getting one them to the center of the room?"

Not at all" his brother said. He went and began to bring a couple of the mattresses to the very center of the room, assisted by Randy and William. He then untied Barrow's hands and feet, leaving them in the heavy leather cuffs, and led him to the center of the room. Barrow began to struggle, but that was stopped quickly with a shock from the shock collar, administered by William. Greg and Gerome laughed as Barrow screamed in pain from the shock and again became docile. Gerome walked him up to the mattresses and pushed him over, bent at the waist. That put his hairy hole right at the level of Gerome's crotch. He secured Barrow's feet to a heavy ring in the floor, then stretched his arms over painfully, securing his wrists to rings on the other side of the mattresses. This made any movement other than wiggling impossible. Barrow's hairy manhole was completely exposed. He began yelling again, telling them if they didn't release him, bad things were going to happen.

"I have thousands of klan brothers all over this fucking state who will find me and release me." he yelled. "When they do, every one of you will be hanging from a noose in a tree. Don't matter if you're black or white, every one of you will be swingin'."

They now turned off all the lights in the room except a bright spot right on the stack of mattresses and the naked Barrow. Fear crept into his voice now.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin' to me?" he wanted to know. "You better not even think of touchin' my hole, nigger. You'll die if you do and that's a promise."

"He's a liar" William said. "That ain't a virgin hole. I think he likes having a big old dick in it and I bet he'd like some of your long, fat meat in there."

"Is that right, Barrow?" Gerome asked. "Your hole hungry for some black meat?"

"You better not, nigger!" he said. "Y'all tell him he'll regret it if he touches my hole!"

Barrow was appealing to his fellow prisoners who remained silent, each afraid they could be in Barrow's position.

Gerome now walked to the other side of the mattresses, his crotch just above the level of Barrow's head. He stepped up and rubbed his crotch against the man's face. The second Barrow started to object, he got a brief shock. That silenced him as Gerome rubbed his crotch again against the man's nose and mouth and his cheeks. Barrow retched, but another shock made him control that. His fear had turned to panic, fearing what might happen next.

"Boy, I'm only gonna say this once" Gerome said. "I'm about to pull out my dick. It ain't the world's biggest but it is substantial. I'm gonna give you a chance to suck it. You don't have to but you might want to. Cause when I take it out of your mouth, it's gonna be fully hard and it's going straight in your hairy manhole. The wetter you get my dick the less the chance it's gonna split your hole wide open. And I don't care how much you scream. I'll enjoy hearin' every sound you make. So you're about to get my cock in your ass. You better get it wet."

Gerome then silently dropped his pants. The outline of his semi-hard meat was apparent in his white boxers. Barrow was silent. He couldn't take any more of the voltage but he desperately wanted to avoid sucking a dick, particularly a big black dick and even more especially in front of his fellow klan members. When Gerome lowered his boxers and stepped out of them. Barrow gasped at the sight of Gerome's very thick, uncut cock, swinging in front of his face. The meat was almost as thick and long as the warden's but not quite. It was a substantial piece of meat. Gerome put his cock, the cockhead still covered with his brown foreskin to Barrow's lips and he opened his mouth. He tried mightily not to retch as the thick meat slid into him. He couldn't avoid gagging when the meat hit his uvula. He tried very hard to suppress but it was too much meat. Gerome laughed and withdrew it for a second, then slid it back into his mouth. Barrow's mouth was dry, not having had any water in several hours, but he tried his best to get the cock wet, knowing it would tear his hole open if he didn't. Gerome pulled his cock out of the man's mouth and began to slap Barrow in the face with it, on his cheeks, in his eyes and on his forehead, as he chuckled.

"I think Will Barrow likes this black dickmeat, men" he said, as the others laughed. "One more time, and then it's going in your ass."

He slid the cock all the way in, grasping Barrow's head and holding it all the way in, the man gagging on the thick meat. He held it there until Barrow knew he couldn't breathe. He thought for a moment the man might be intending to choke him to death with his cock but then it was removed. The man continue to gag and cough as Gerome stepped around the mattresses and lined his fat meat up with Barrow's hole. He reached down, grabbing a hairy buttock in each hand and plunged his hard, thick meat right into the man all the way to the hilt.

"Fuuuuuuck, no, please" Barrow screamed as the meat seared his asshole. "No, I can't, you're splitting me open! Goddamn it! You're killing me! Please, please stop it!""

The man screamed, cried and begged but to no avail as Gerome continued his steady rhythm in and out of the man's ass. Barrow was begging him to stop and pleading and apologizing but it did no good. Gerome motioned for his brother to get in front of Barrow.

"Greg," he said. "Plug your meat in his mouth. The bastard's making too much noise and it's beginning to piss me off."

Greg stepped in front of the man and dropped his pants. His white boxers were identical to his brother's and when he dropped them, he exposed an almost identical cock. They could have been twins. The only difference was that Greg had much more curly hair covering his nuts and his thighs and a much thicker patch of curly, jet black hair above his penis. Barrow's begging increased as he realized he was about to suck another cock and, sure enough, he felt Greg's cock at his lips.

"Open up, motherfucker" he laughed. "It's time for round two."

With that, Greg slid his thick meat into Barrow's mouth, even as his brother continued and even rhythm buttfucking the hairy, handsome man.

The other prisoners were trying not to watch except for Charlie who was obviously enjoying watching the show, given the hardness of his boycock.

"Open your eyes, assholes," William said to the others.

The men refused, keeping their eyes closed. William walked to the wall which held a number of paddles, canes and leather straps and took a wide leather strap for himself and a cane for Randy. They began to beat the men on the ass and on their legs and thighs. The asses and legs of the three other men were now turning a bright red even as the fuckshow on the mattresses continued. Then they heard Gerome saying he was getting close.

"Fuck that racist asshole, brother" Greg encourage him. "I'll be ready when you're done."

"Then you better get over here fast" Gerome said as he pounded his last few strokes, filling Barrow's hole with his hot, thick cream. He held his cock all the way in until his brother made it over to him. As Gerome pulled his cock out, Greg inserted his thick, rock-hard cock into the man's now cummy, messy hole and began to pump.

"Ain't nothing in the world like sloppy seconds" Greg laughed as he began to power fuck the pleading man who was now sobbing in humiliation and pain.

Randy and William had taken a break from their beating the others long enough for William to loosen the hands of young Charlie so that he could bend at the waist. He motioned for Gerome to come over and let the boy clean his now half-hard cock. It was not a pretty sight as he had obviously torn Barrow, but Charlie really hated being shocked so he sucked on the black cock vigorously as his father and the Thomas brothers looked on in disgust.

"You boys better do some thinkin' after we leave" the sheriff said. "We'll all be back here tomorrow. Y'all need to decide who's getting fucked like Barrow did today. The only way not to be the one getting fucked is to answer our questions."

The men were silent. The room was silent except for the sound of Greg as he buttfucked, the pleading, sobbing Barrow and the sounds of Charlie licking clean Gerome's cock and nutsack. Charlie had finished his cleaning of Gerome now as the man put his clothes back on and watched his brother fuck.

"Your little brother enjoys fucking, doesn't he?" William observed.

"Sure does, and he's actually very skilled at it when he's not doing a grudge fuck on some racist asshole" Gerome said. "He's given me a lot of pleasure over the years and now Gerry's enjoying it too."

"Your son is a very handsome boy" Gerome told William. "He seems very fond of Eamon."

"Oh yes," William said. "Thank you for the compliment. He's quite fond of the warden. Billy Paul and I shared a bed last night and watching him make love to my son was a treat I'll not soon forget."

"That boy took the warden's monster?" Gerome asked disbelievingly.

"He sure did" William answered. "That kid has always had a wiggly butt and has always enjoyed something in his cute little hole for as long as I can remember. But he'd never had anything near that big. I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted. And he loved it."

"I bet Eamon did too" Gerome chuckled as they watched Greg pounding Barrow's hole harder and faster.

"I think my brother's about to shoot" Gerome said. "He always makes a growling sound when he's about to empty those big, hairy nuts of his.

William listened and he could hear a growl, growing gradually louder from Greg as he pounded Barrow's ass. He was really thrusting now, pulling his big, hard dick all the way out of Barrow's hole each time and then plunging it all the bay back in without mercy. Barrow was screaming now. Cum was dripping from the hole each time Greg withdrew, with a slight red tinge. Barrow was screaming and sobbing as the big cock ravaged his hole and Greg's growlgot louder like a bear. Then he plunged in one last time and went silent, his big body collapsing onto Barrow.He was licking and biting the man's neck as his respirations slowed and his cock began to desensitize.

Greg went over and helped his brother stand, then led him over to young Charlie to clean his messy cock and his drenched nuts.

"Okay, men, it's time for a decision to be made" Williams said. "Barrow has an assfull of cum and a little blood. Young Charlie's busy cleaning up the dick that just raped Barrow. Somebody needs to clean Barrow's hole with his tongue. Who's it going to be? Anyone volunteer."

The men just glared angrily.

"Okay, we'll have a vote" the sheriff said. "The three of you will vote on who cleans Barrow's hole and it better be a good cleanin' or you'll get the longest, strongest shock in your collar that's been give yet."

"I ain't sayin" Reverent Thomas said. "Nobody ought to have to do such nastiness."

"I ain't either" his brother said. "Nobody ought to have to lick nigger cum out of a man's hole, even if it is a white man. It ain't fittin."

"Don't look at me" Mr. Print said. "I ain't playin' your fuckin' games and I ain't lickin' no man's hole."

"Let that little faggot do it" Reverend Smith said. "I think he likes lickin dicks."

"Shut the fuck up about my boy" Mr. Print said. "He ain't a cocksucker and never has been. Don't go makin' him out to be one. He just don't like that shock."

They suddenly hit the remotes on all three men's collars, causing them to scream and dance.

"Quit your fuckin' bellyaching!" William barked. "Now give me a name or I hit those collars again!"

"Okay, okay, Charles should do it" Reverend Smith said.

"The Reverend should do it" Charles Print said.

"Looks like we got a tie game here" William chuckled " with only one vote left. Who's gonn a lick that messy, hairy ass all clean, Jack" William asked.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it to my brother" Jack said. "Charles I'm sorry but it has to be you."

"You goddamned worthless cocksuckers" Charles screamed. "This wasn't fair! It was just me against two brothers. It was never fair!"

He resisted as the men untied him from the rings and began to lead him to the mattresses. A very long shock did the job and he fell on top of Barrow and began to lick the man clean, resigned to his fate.

Charlie had finished cleaning Greg's cock and the man dressed as Charlie was again tied in his place beside the Thomases. The man was licking the man's sticky, cummy hole even as he gagged. He was told he better not miss a drop of he'd be fed all of the men's piss. Barrow was now just sobbing quietly as his friend licked his hole, his buttocks and his thighs clean.

Randy walked over to where Barrow was getting licked clean.

"Sheriff, when did you become nothin' but a tool for them niggers to use?" Barrow asked between sniffles. "The people in this town has always had faith in you. You been re-elected easy every time you ran. I don't understand how a sheriff can become a nigger-lover."

"You'd be surprised at what's gone on in this town since you been here in this palce, Barrow," the sheriff said. The first man that fucked your ass today is now in your old job. He's the assistant principal at the school and the second guy who fucked your ass is now teaching there. All the students from the Colony are now enrolled at Gayberry School. The boys participated in the games today and they went home with medals and a young black woman will be on stage tonight competing for Miss Gayberry. She even rode in the parade today and got the loudest cheers of anybody. Mr. Print's hotel has had all the guests run out and has now become home for all the folks in the Colony that you fellers displaced with your fire. The preacher's wife and his brother's wife as well as young Sarah now have black boyfriends and I think they've learned how good that black meat feels inside. Just like you're learnin' it."

"You're a motherfuckin liar, you asshole!"Barrow was shouting

The Smith brothers were shouting and denying that either of their wives would ever go to bed with a black man and Print was furious to learn his hotel was now a residence for black citizens of Gayberry.

He pulled Mr. Print up by his hair from where he'd been cleaning Barrow's hole and took him back, locking him in again by his son.

"Barrow, I think we'll leave you where you are for now in case any more black meat needs a hole to fuck" the sheriff said. "Now all you fellas have a nice evenin'!" the sheriff said as he turned out the lights."

Once in the car, the men were pleased with the way things had gone.

"Man, I never thought I'd get a chance to get even with that Barrow asshole" Greg said.

"That was a pretty nice piece of ass, to be honest" Gerome chuckled. "Man, what a bunch of assholes!"

"True that" William said. "I almost feel sorry for that young Print guy at times. But then I think about that son of a bitch and his racist paw takin' a shotgun into the sheriff's house to hunt down that sweet little Kurt. He's just as evil as the rest of `em."

"You gotta know, sheriff," Gerome said, "if you and your boy had been there, they wouldn't have hesitated to shoot both of you if you got in their way."

"I do know that" the sheriff said. "And that really pisses me off. But it makes my blood really boil when I think about them Thomas men that strapped Kurt to that altar and then cut that boy with him screamin' till he finally passed out. I could kill both of them with my fuckin' fists."

"I think they deserve a taste of their own medicine" Gerome said. "Maybe we ought to get that altar out of the church and show them what it feels like to be tied down and have somebody carving up your penis."

"That's a great idea" William said. "I like the idea of them knowing what's coming so they can dread it and have time to think about it and know they can't do a goddamned thing to stop it."

"I'm in with that" Randy said. "The governor and Abe are leaving before noon tomorrow. Why don't you guys and Gerry come to lunch tomorrow. We can grill some burgers and have a swim and just relax. You can bring Coley and Corey too if you like and we can deal with them. Then later we can pay another visit to these assholes."

"Sounds great to me" Gerome said.

"I'm in too" Greg said.

They got back to Ben's and found al the boys in the pool. It was only a few minutes after four and the pageant didn't start till seven thirty. They agreed to join all the others in the pool and, after grabbing beers, they all hit the pool. The boys were playing horse with the older boys having the young ones on their shoulders. Doc, Ben, Marv,and the warden were enjoying the hot tub with their beverages. Gerome, Greg, Randy and William joined the group. It was crowded but no one seemed to mind. They then saw that the governor and Abe were also in the pool with the boys.

"All of them have had a great day" Ben said. "And so have I. Thanks to you guys, this day has gone off without a hitch."

"And with Frankie and Michael in charge this evening, I expect the streak will continue" William said.

"Seeing that Bedford bitch crawling around that hay trailer with all those pigs was about the funniest thing I ever saw" the doctor said.

"Yeah, and every time she'd try to stand up, I'd trip her and get her back down so the pigs could run over her" the warden laughed.

"I bet she's still washing pigshit out of her hair" Randy said as they all laughed.

Marv, do you still have your truck?" William asked Marv.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I had Jimmy drive it over here so I'd have it. Doc didn't want me to drive until today."

"Do you think we might borrow it for a little while tomorrow?" William asked.

Why, of course, Marv said. "What's mine is yours. We've decided to get my house ready to put on the market. I'm done with the past and that house is part of my past" Marv said. "Thought I'd fix it up a little and get as much out of it as I can. After all, we'll have three boys to send to college."

Ben leaned over and kissed him openly.

"I'm looking forward to making a new life with this man." Marv said.

After about an hour, Gerome and Greg said they better head to the hotel to get ready for the pageant. Gerry wasn't ready to go but he didn't protest too much once he was told they'd be coming for lunch tomorrow. They all got dressed and took off.

"You boys better start winding things down. It's about time to get all showered up and fancy for this evenin' Randy said to the group in the pool.

Abe came up to him and offered the sheriff a hug. Randy accepted the hug from the naked man, something he wouldn't have even considered a month earlier.

"Sheriff, we have had such a good time" Abe said. "I don't know the last time we both were able to just relax and be ourselves. You and all your boys and William are just such great hosts and we really do appreciate it. We are hoping you'll bring the boys to Raleigh when you come up for meetings and, if it's okay, the governor and I will be willing to come here for meetings if you'll have us."

"You are welcome here any time" Randy said. "I'm actually thinking about movin' into the Bedford home downtown. It's more room than I ever thought I might need or want, but it seems a shame for it to go to waste. Mrs. Bedford don't deserve it and her boys are signing over everything to me. I tried to talk the boys out of it but they don't want nothin' to do with their momma or Gayberry ever again. I guess Dopie and me will move in there so we'll have plenty of room for some guests."

"I expect young Kurt will be moving in there with you as well" Abe said. "That boy thinks you hung the moon."

"I'm hopin' that's what he'll want to do" Randy said. "Dopie's always wanted a big brother and he seems like a pretty perfect kid."

"He's got some real healing to do and if anybody can help him do it, it's you and your boy" Abe said. "Dopie is such a great kid. The way these boys look out for each other is something I've just never seen."

"I'm glad to hear you say that" the sheriff said. "We're feelin' pretty proud of all our boys right now."

Walt and Jeffy came up, still wet from the pool. Abe put an arm around each boy.

"We'll see you in a bit, sheriff," he said. "We kind of split up duties so I'm taking these two upstairs with me to shower and dress."

"He took off as Dopie and Pepe came up, each under the arm of the governor.

"You guys heading upstairs to shower and dress?" the sheriff asked.

"No, sheriff," the governor said. "I'm taking these two downstairs. We've got their clothes all laid out in the big bedroom. We'll be showered and dressed and ready to go when it's time."

"Grab another beer on your way down" Randy said.

"Willl do" the governor said as he took off with the two boys. Randy noticed Billy Paul had now joined the warden and his father in the hot tub. Shortly thereafter, the warden had picked Billy Paul up in his long, dark arms and they headed inside. Randy went back to the hot tub as Ben and Marv were excusing themselves to get showered and dressed.

That left the doc and William so Randy joined them.

"I guess all the little ones have gone to shower." Randy said.

"Shower, hell," William laughed. "I think there's a lot more goin' on in that house for the next hour than just showering. Billy Paul came over and got in the warden's lap. The way he was wiggling, I know he had more in mind that n just showering. Of course, I wish the Bentley's would've left young Gerry here. I'd have helped that boy shower."

The two of them filled the doc in on what had gone on at the dungeon earlier.

"I think they'll be great additions to the task force the governor announced today" William said. The warden is in and I hope we can count on you, Doctor."

"Of course you can" the doctor said. "I am at your disposal."

"Well sharpen your scalpel" William said. "I think we have a plan for the Smith brothers."

Kurt, Jimmy and Mark walked up to the hot tub , having put away all the pool toys and straightened the chairs on the pool deck.

"Have you boys had a good day?" William asked.

"We've had a great day" Jimmy said.

Both boys had their medals from the track events earlier.

"It's been a really fun day." Mark said. "None of us ever thought we'd get a chance to meet a real, live governor."

"Much less get to swim naked with on" Jimmy added as they all enjoyed a laugh.

"You boys want to join us?" William said. "We still have some time before we have to shower."

"Sure, Jimmy said, as he climbed into the tub and sat between William's legs. Mark did the same with the doctor and Kurt sat down between Randy's legs. The sheriff's arms went around him and Randy immediately felt his dick start to fatten.

"Have you had a good day, Kurt?"Randy asked, gently stroking the boy's flat, fuzzy tummy.

"Yes, sir" the boy said. "I'd never been to the Founders' day stuff cause my uncle didn't believe in it. So it was really fun for me. I loved seeing all the boys and my friends winning medals and the parade was great. It was so funny when that lady was crawling around with the pigs. I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help it."

"I almost peed my pants watching that!" Mark said.

"I did too!" Jimmy said. That was one of the funniest things I ever saw, especially when she kept fallin and the pigs would just run all over her. I saw one poo in her hair"

They all enjoyed a good laugh.

"She was not happy at all when she had to ride in that pig wagon dressed in that orange jumpsuit" William said. "The look on her face when the warden stepped up to be her escort was priceless."

"Who knows, maybe she'll have more surprises in store this evening" William said. "We'll just have to see."

"The only part I dread is the talent competition" Randy said. "Thank goodness me and William didn't have to judge the preliminaries. Michael and Frankie got music teachers and other professional folks to do that. I think that four hundred pound voice teacher, Eleanora Poultice had control of that the whole time.I ain't sure I could of made it through hearin' all of them. Tonight it will just be the top six."

"What all will happen tonight?" Kurt asked. "I ain't been to a pageant before."

"I went last year because Jenny wanted me to take her" Jimmy said. "First thing is they do a big musical number. You was there when they practiced it the other day. It's when they was all marchin' up and down that runway and singing' and dancing. Then each one of the contestants walks out in front of the group and introduces herself."

"Then they all come on stage together and the Colonel announces the top six contestants. Then they all go off stage and Colonel Watkins takes over and introduces the judges and some different people like the governor."

"I bet all them that didn't get called are really pissed off and stompin' around and stuff" Jimmy said. "I hope old Jenny's back there with the losers. She'll pitch a hissy fit!"

Mark and Jimmy both laughed at the thought that she might not make the top group and the fit she would pitch.

"Then while they're off the top ones put on their bathing suits and high heels and come struttin' out in them. And the judges mark their scores and then they go back again and put on their evenin' gowns. Then they come back out in their evening gowns" Jimmy explained.

"Then after that there's an intermission so they can add up all the scores" Mark said. "So the audience all goes to the concession stand and all the men go to their cars for a shot of whiskey and they come back and their wives get on them and the wives are told to shut their mouths. Then they announce the winners and then it's all over."

"The pageant's over, but the drama ain't" Jimmy chuckled. "Last year one of Jenny's friends was in it and she made the top six but not the top three. She was cussin' mad! I heard words come out of that girl's mouth that I ain't ever heard men say. Jenny said she went out with some of the Marines that was escorts and she fu, er, uh, had sex with three of `em. At least that's what she told Jenny."

"Heck, Jenny didn't even wait" Jimmy said. "Word's out that she was screwin' some Marines the other day at practice and then at the luncheon today..."

"You boys know what happened today, don't you?" William asked. "Did Corey and Coley tell you?"

"Yes, sir," Mark said.

"They made us promise not to tell but I slipped up and I didn't mean to."

"That's okay, son" William said, putting his arms around the boy. "We know the whole story."

"They was both so scared. Coley was cryin' and so was Corey" Jimmy said. "They're afraid of what their dads are gonna say. They ain't afraid they're gonna get beatins, they're afraid their dads are gonna be hurt."

"That's right, boys" William said. "Do you understand why?"

"No, not exactly" Mark said. "We thought they were afraid they were gonna get their hides skinned but they said their dads wouldn't do that."

"No, boys," William said. "It's hard for us to understand. Jimmy when you got in trouble for tryin' to put your willy inside Jenny, you were mostly afraid of what your dad would say or what Jenny's parents would say and do. But you weren't worried that you might actually die for getting' a piece of tail."

"No, sir, I'd've never thought about that. I knew I could go to jail but I never even considered I might die cause of it."

"Of course, son," William said. "But it's different for black boys and men. Why a young black boy younger than you was lynched down in Alabama just a few months ago for lookin' at a white woman in a way some white men didn't like. They took him out and hung him in a tree. That has happened far too many times and it still does happen."

"I've heard about lynchins' but I didn't know they still happened." Mark said.

"Unfortunately it happens all too often in this country, especially here in the south" the doctor said.

"Are they in trouble?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes" the sheriff said. "Greg and Gerome care about them the way we care about you boys. They know they have to punish them and they're still workin' it out in their heads how to do it. But, thankg God, she didn't go runnin' to her paw sayin' she was raped. If she'd done that, this could have ended as one of the worst days in Gayberry history."

"Thannk God Jenny don't want her daddy to know anybody's using that little puss..."sorry" Jimmy said, blushing. "Sometimes them nasty words just sneak out of my mouth."

William squeezed him tighter before dunking his head under the water. He came up sputtering and they all decided it was time to get showered and dressed.

As they left the tub, Randy noticed that the doctor and William had semi-erections. He wondered if Jimmy and Mark had been playing with them. All four of them headed upstairs and he looked and Kurt was still in the water.

"Would you hand me a towel, please?" the boy asked.

"Why, sure I will" the sheriff said. "But you don't have to be modest. Everybody else is gone, son."

He saw the boy was blushing. He stepped back into the tub and helped the boy to his feet.

"Son, you don't ever have to hide anything from me" Randy said. "Especially it that pretty cock of yours is hard. I love that cock, boy. You ain't got a thing to be ashamed of."

He helped the boy step out of the tub and sure enough, the boy's cock was rock hard.

"That's a beautiful cock boy" Randy said. "I think it's about as perfect a cock as I ever seen in all my years on this earth."

He grabbed the boy, wrapped him in a towel and threw him over his shoulder, Kurt giggling all the way up the stairs. Once in the room, he threw him on the bed, both laughing. Kurt tried to get off the bed but the man kept throwing him back down and tickling him till Kurt begged to be let up before he pissed himself. Randy released the boy and heard him peeing in the bathroom. Then he heard the shower start and peeked in to see Kurt under the hot shower. He was tempted to join him but realized that maybe the boy just needed some space. The sheriff knew the boy had been through some awful things and, as much as he wanted to explore his young body, he knew he had to give the boy time for healing. Randy lay back on the bed in his towel and relaxed, sipping his beer. He dozed lightly for a few minutes until Kurt woke him.

"I'm going upstairs" he said. "My clothes bag went upstairs with theirs so my clothes are up in their room. I'll be back shortly."

The boy took off so Randy got up and got into the shower. The water felt good on his body. A hot shower always felt even better after being with those vile creatures over in the dungeon. After his shower, he dried off . Then he shaved and finished dressing. He was wearing a new suit that William had helped him to choose. It had cost four times what Randy thought was reasonable, but he admitted it was a good-looking suit. It was a medium gray, his shirt a slightly lighter shade of gray and a black tie with tiny white dots on it. He was pleased with what he saw in the mirror. Then a tap on the door revealed Kurt. He was dressed in his tuxedo with the shawl collar, rhinestone studs and cufflinks and a perfectly tied black bow tie. His hair was perfect. He was pleased with the way he looked as Randy could tell by his smile.

"Do I look okay?" he asked shyly.

"Son, you look better than okay" the sheriff said. "I think you're the handsomest boy I ever laid eyes on and I ain't kiddin' you."

Kurt could tell he was sincere as they headed downstairs. Randy stopped to call Arney to tell him to go ahead and take Mrs. Bedford to the school. The deputy said Aunt Flea had been with her most of the afternoon and the place smelled like a whorehouse between them two and Peg and Betty Jean Thomas. He also mentioned that Betty Jean had visitors earlier in the afternoon and he'd gone ahead and permitted it. Randy told him that was not a problem. When he asked who the visitors were, the deputy didn't know. Randy had him ask the girl and she said it was Sarah Smith and a couple of older guys. The sheriff told him that was not a problem and he'd see him at the school.

"We went ahead and got them Thomas women fed so do you think it'd be all right if I left them here and stayed for the pageant?" Arney asked. "I'd really like to see Velma Sue do the crownin' of the new queen."

"Why sure" Randy said. "Just make sure they're locked in tight and I'll see you over there."

The group was slowly gathering downstairs. Ben and Marv had pitchers of martinis and even champagne in honor of the governor, who looked mighty handsome in a navy suit with a pale blue shirt and a very expensive darker blue tie in what looked like expensive silk. Abe was also well-dressed, as was the doctor. The warden and William came down, both men immaculately dressed. The warden was in a tuxedo and looked very sharp alongside Mark, Randy and Kurt, who were also in tuxedoes.

Then the boys came upstairs. They had all showered and helped each other dress downstairs and they knew they all looked good. Every one had his hair perfectly combed and looked really sharp in their creased, long white pants and beautiful navy blue double-breasted blazers worn with a very pale blue turtleneck shirt. Each had a sparkling `G' on the pocket. They really did look like a boylover's wet dream. Ben had them all gather on the staircase for a picture. Walt was the tallest of the group with his curly brown hair and his gleaming smile, followed by Jeffy, had recently gotten a growth spurt. His sandy hair was neatly combed with a part on the side. His eyes made it quite clear that he and Walt were biological brothers. Billy Paul was next with his gleaming smile, bright blue eyes and light brown hair with blonde streaks from being in the sun. Dopie looked like a perfect Howdy Doody with his ginger hair, freckles and always that wide, sweet smile. Pepe was the shortest with his light brown skin, his jet black hair. His brown eyes and his sparkling white smile were dazzling. They were all acting very grown up and no one could have known that only a few hours before they were wild boys playing like crazy in the pool.

Jimmy, Mark, Kurt and the boys had to meet in the backstage dressing room so they all took off in the doctor's big car. Marv and Ben had already left, in case Michael or Frankie needed them to do anything and the doctor left with them in case he was needed for anything. William drove the governor, Abe, Randy and the warden. When they arrived, the crowd was gathering. Frankie and Michael had said the event was a complete sellout with a waiting list for tickets, which was rare in their town. They were, of course, thrilled at the response as this was something they had been wanting to produce for years but, until now, Mrs. Bedford had maintained a stranglehold on the event. As they went through the parking lot, they saw Nellie Walker emerge from a car with the Colonel. Her clothes were obviously disheveled and the Colonel's tie was off and his collar opened. He greeted them with his usual smile and she with an embarrassed look, rushing to get inside.

"Colonel, you are a very busy man" William said. "Another conquest?"

"Not one I was interested in" he said. "I have no interest in that girl and I think she was hoping to make the sheriff jealous and just using me. But I don't mind being used to bust a cherry even if it is in spite."

"So she really was a virgin?" William asked. "The rumors are out that she's carryin' a baby by the sheriff."

"I heard that too" the colonel said. "It spread like wildfire around here. I think that Bedford woman started it but I'm not sure. Could've been that little Jenny girl. She's a wild one. She invited me to a party over at the Buttercup Motel after the pageant tonight. She says there'll be skinnydipping. I ain't interested in her though. She's a nasty little piece tryin' to pretend to be pure. They're the dangerous ones. I can assure you that pharmacy girl no longer possesses her hymen, although it wasn't busted in that car. I was showering the other night after rehearsal when she walked right into the shower where I was just as naked as the day she was born. What was a gentleman to do? She just sucked me off in the car. I don't really enjoy fucking in a confined space."

The men enjoyed a hearty laugh and the colonel then took off as it was approaching time for the show to begin.

Frankie had headed to the back with the warden who was apparently to have some role in the show. Michael took Randy, William, the governor and Abe to his office. When he closed the door, they realized just how loud the crowd noise in the lobby had been.

"I saw your boys and they just look gorgeous!" Michael said. "I will admit that was Frankie's idea. They are all so gorgeous and they have all just been dreams to work with. I get so tired of these ornery cunts all the time with their ornery mothers. It's enough to make you scream! But those boys have been so well behaved. And Mark, Kurt and Jimmy! They are all three Hollywood handsome. I will take credit for that one."

There was a knock on the door. Michael went and opened it to a tall, distinguished man, dressed very well and a lovely woman in her late thirties or early forties, also very well dressed. It was obvious Michael didn't recognize the couple, but the governor did and went to the man with an outstretched hand.

"P.T.'" the governor said, "so glad you could make it here. Abe said you had confirmed that you would be here. And this must be Judith. Mrs. Walker, I am Jeremy North and it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Really, governor?" she asked rudely. "You summoned us here and we didn't have any choice, did we?"

She took a seat and lit a cigarette.

"Sheriff Gaylor" William said. "I would like for you to meet my father-in-law, P.T. Sligh, and my lovely, charming wife, Judith."

Randy was stunned. He had no idea William's father-in-law and his wife were attending. He wondered if William was also surprised but he didn't show it. He knew the man was capable of keeping his cards close to his chest as well as anyone he had ever met. William calmly walked over to his wife and took the cigarette out of her hand, smashing it into a nearby ashtray.

"That really isn't a healthy thing to do, Judith," he said. "We certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to you. You're far too precious to me and to our boys."

Her eyes flared but her father signaled her to settle down.

"We are so looking forward to the show, governor," P.T. said. "My daughter hasn't been out much since moving here from Raleigh."

"That's because there's nowhere worthwhile to go in this shithole little bumfuck of a town" she said bitterly.

"That's quite enough, Judith" Mr. Sligh said. "My daughter does appreciate the beauty of t his small town but it's true she does occasionally miss the theatre, the ballet, the opera and other things she was used to attending in the city. Come along now, Judith dear, it's almost curtain time."

"Ah yes, father, we wouldn't want to miss a second of these rotund country hicks wearing their overalls, picking their noses, and singing `On Top of Old Smokey' at the top of their lungs."

"Perhaps we could meet in here at intermission if Mr. Churchill would be so kind as to loan us his space" the governor said.

Mr. Churchill nodded.

"We both know you ain't askin'" the man said. "You're the governor and you're orderin' me to come back here at intermission."

The governor smiled broadly at him as he opened the door.

"Have it your way, P.T." the governor said.

It is time for you judges to take your seats. Frankie is right outside to escort you there" Michael said. "Governor, if you and Mr. Levin will join me, we will be introducing you from the stage."

They disappeared and Frankie led Randy and William down the center aisle of the packed auditorium to their seats at the foot of the long runway.

"You know I'm dying to ask you a whole bunch of questions, don't you?" the sheriff said.

"Of course, my friend," William said with a tight smile. "And I will be more than happy to answer all of them when this is done. Just know this could be a bumpy night."

With those words he smiled and the house lights slowly dimmed. Traveling spotlights bounced around the auditorium as a very decent band played a stirring overture. The sheriff who had always dreaded these events, actually felt a tingle of excitement, amplified by the grasp of his friend's hand on his thigh under the cloth-covered table which held an extravagant floral centerpiece.