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51

After leaving the dungeon, William and Randy went to pick up Kurt and the doctor to head to Kurt's parents' house to retrieve his clothes and some personal items. Then they arrived they found a sign in the front yard indicating the house was for sale. While the men were surprised, Kurt did not seem surprised.

"I figured my mama would move back where her parents were" the boy said. "Mama ain't never had a job – paw wouldn't let her. I figure as soon as paw didn't come home, she'd pack up the girls and head back home. Her parents never liked my paw anyway and will be glad to get rid of him. The house was not locked. The furniture had been cleared out of all the rooms except Kurt's bedroom where there was an unmade bed and a chest of drawers. Randy noticed that the boy had gotten very quiet when he went into his room Things were neat in the room and Kurt began removing clothes from his drawers. He and the doctor had brought a couple of pieces of luggage for his clothing and personal effects. His clothes were neatly stored in drawers and in his closet. They had things packed up quickly and left the house. Kurt seemed sad but Randy thought he had handled it well.

"I think it's about time for a surprise" Randy said. "Take us home please, William."

William understood what he meant and headed for the heart of downtown Gayberry. Then, instead of going to Randy's old house, he pulled the Buick into the circular driveway of the Bedford home. It was a multi-story home with large white pillars in the front and porches that stretched the width of the house. Everything was a gleaming white and there was a widow's walk that opened over the porch from the second story. The lawn was perfectly manicured with large magnolia trees and azalea bushes everywhere.

"Wow! What are we doing here? Kurt asked. "I've wondered who lived here when we'd drive by. I actually thought it was a museum. Why are we here? I thought we were going to your house."

Randy had obtained a key for the home earlier from Eliza which he now used to open the door. Randy realized the home was even grander than he had noticed when he was there earlier. There was a huge chandelier in the entrance of the home which had shiny marble floors. Mahogany rails lined the double stairway leading up to the second story of the home. The furniture was beautiful and everything in the house sparkled.

"Well, Kurt, I may have lost my everlovin' mind, but to answer your question, we're here because this is our new home" Randy said.

The doctor embraced the sheriff. Kurt was speechless as if someone was pulling a giant joke on him.

"Oh, Randy, I'm so glad" the doctor said. "William said you were considering moving here. I think it's a great decision. This house is too important to this town to let it just crumble. You and your family will enjoy it here. I just know that. Can we take a look around?"

"Why, sure we can" the sheriff said. "I ain't seen much of it myself. I been in here and up in Mrs. Bedford's bedroom but otherwise I ain't seen the rest. ."

"What were you doing in Mrs. Bedford's bedroom?" the doctor asked, feigning shock"

"Official business, I assure you" the sheriff answered as they all laughed except Kurt who continued to stand there with his mouth open, just taking in the opulence.

"Come on, son" the sheriff said, putting an arm around the shocked boy, "let's go exploring."

Turning left from the foyer was a formal parlor with exquisite furniture and a large grand piano. The furniture was upholstered in expensive fabrics and there were expensive-looking glass trinkets on every surface. Behind the parlor was a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled with books and trinkets. Walking back through the foyer was a large dining room with a large table that seated twelve and built in shelving from floor to ceiling holding gleaming crystal and shining silver. There was a large sideboard and a large arrangement of flowers on the table with shining silver candelabra on each side. In the back of the dining room was a door which led to the kitchen. When they entered the space, there was a collective wow.

This space was as modern as the front rooms had been traditional. The floors were ceramic tile and the kitchen had all gleaming stainless steel appliances. There was a large island with granite everywhere. The huge room ran the width of the house and the kitchen area gave way to a comfortable den with overstuffed furniture and comfortable recliners. There was a wall of windows overlooking a wooden multi-level deck with a few steps down to a sparkling swimming pool. At the far end of the pool was what appeared to be a large guest house with dormer windows, which indicated it was a two-story dwelling. They all walked out through the French doors into the pool area which was planted with all types of green plants and flowers. Down the stairs and to the right, there was a large hot tub under a pergola with Carolina Jasmine, fully in bloom with its fragrant yellow flowers.

The guest house was unlocked so they went in. It had none of the fancy furnishing in the main house. It had sturdy, masculine furniture with pictures of young boys they all assumed to be the Bedford sons. The boys appeared to be very close in age. All three boys were handsome kids, bearing no resemblance to Mrs. Bedford. There was a very large desk and a double bed in one of the bedrooms. It felt like a place where a man had lived and Randy began to wonder if was true that Mr. Bedford had been banished from the main house. He wondered what kind of relationship the man had been allowed to have with his sons and he began to think that Tara Bedford may have been more evil than even he had suspected. The reality seemed to be sinking in for Kurt that he would actually be living in this fine home.

"That kitchen is like none I have ever seen" the doctor said."My wife and I spent a fortune renovating the kitchen at the ranch but it pales in comparison to this!"

"It won't get much use from me" the sheriff said. "Dopie ain't never even boiled a egg and Kurt has just started learning from you. Doctor, since your farm takes care of itself with the new foreman you hired, do you think you might consider movin' in with us, at least for a little while, to make sure we don't starve?"

"Randy has asked Billy Paul and me to move in here for a while too, at least until they finish putting in our swimming pool" William said. "I hope you'll consider it. I know how much we've all enjoyed being together out at Ben's place."

"I can't think of any reason not to" the doctor said. "I can't wait to get in this kitchen and that grill outside looks magnificent. Count me in, but only if you'll let young Kurt and me fix dinner this evening" the doctor said.

"It's a deal" Randy said. "I should tell you that we'll be having three guests. I'd like to invite the Alabama boys and you and William might want to invite Mark and Jimmy."

"Sounds great" William said. "I'm sure they're in."

"Looks like there's be about a dozen of us for dinner with little Pepe" the doctor said. "I can't wait to get to the grocery store. If you and William could drop Kurt and me back at Ben's, I'll get my things and my car and Kurt and I will go do some grocery shopping. I packed this morning, thinking I'd be moving back home so it won't take a minute. Is that good with you, Kurt?"

The boy was in agreement. Randy said he would have some keys made while he was out and it was agreed that the doctor would move into the guest house while Billy Paul and William would have a bedroom upstairs. They would be right next to Dopie's bedroom."

"This place is so fuckin' big" Randy said. "I hope I don't get lost lookin' for a bathroom."

Randy and William dropped Kurt and the doctor back at Ben's and took off for the motel to bring the Alabama boys up to date on things. When they got to the Butter Cup, the three guys were alone at the pool. They invited the men to join them as they sunned themselves by the pool. All three of the boys looked nice in swimsuits. All three had farmer tans with undershirt lines very clear. Their arms were brown as berries but their legs were white and hairy.

"You know, I hadn't realized it but you three could easily pass at brothers" William said.

"We're about as close to brothers as we can be" Aaron said. "Actually our dads were brothers so we are first cousins. We've been raised real close and that's the way our dads always wanted it."

"They taught us that family should take care of family" Benjie said. "We always have done that in pretty much every way there is."

The boy blushed lightly with the last remark.

"You mean that your dads were good with you guys playing around together?" William asked.

"For as long as I can remember" Eric said. "They had grown up the same way so there just weren't nothin' wrong with it. Their paw taught them that playin' around with each other was better than knockin' up girls before they was even grown up theirselves."

"It's that way a lot in Alabama" Benjie said "but nobody talks about it. Most of them men runnin' around in their klan robes shoutin' about how they hate homosexuals know their way around a dick."

"Looks like all three of you boys may be feelin' a little horny the way you're showing bulges in those bathing suits" William said.

"You bet! Aaron said. We were just talkin' about comin' inside and playin' around a little bit. But then we got off on how excited we are about the new jobs and hopin' to settle down here."

"Sorry if we interrupted some fun" the sheriff said. "But we wanted to let you know that you can go ahead and move into your rooms at my house any time you like" the sheriff said. "We also wanted to tell you we made another stop over at the dungeon this morning."

They told the boys about the ongoing circumcision of Mr. Print. The boys seemed anxious to hear every detail.

"I bet that racist motherfucker howled when you threw the alcohol on his bleedin' dick!" Benjie said. "You know I'd feel bad that kind of shit was happenin' if it was anybody else over there but a bunch of murderin' racist assholes. I just ain't got no sympathy for any of `em."

"I really was feelin' sorry for that younger one until he showed he has no remorse at all about tryin' to kill that young Smith boy" Aaron said. "He's just as bad and just as cold as the rest of `em."

"We're hopin' you boys will come to our new house for supper tonight, guys" the sheriff said. "We're barely moved in but we'd be real honored if you'd join us. If you like, we can all run over to the dungeon and torture old man Print a little more before we head to the house."

"Oh hell yeah!" Eric said. "I want to hear that fucker squeal like a pig. We were talkin' and it seems like them Smith brothers and young Print are about ready to give up anything they know. We feel like it's gonna be Barrow and William's father in law that are the tough ones."

"We agree" William said. "Barrow has been humiliated and I think that's the best way to go at him. I think Barrow and P.T. still feel like they're invincible. I believe neither one of them feels like we'll actually do to them what we've started to do with Print."

"I think the key to breaking Barrow is just to continuously humiliate his ass" Aaron said. "I've known assholes like him before and it takes time to get them in touch with reality."

"I think that's right on" William said. "I believe P.T. and Barrow have probably been replaying the fact they were getting fucked by other men over and over in their heads since we left. It will ultimately break both of them."

"I know we left Barrow's cute little hairy ass pretty sticky and cummy, but I could tear off another piece of that before dinner" Aaron said.

They agreed to run over to the dungeon for a brief session and then William and Randy would drop them back by the motel to collect their things. On the way to the dungeon they stopped off for a six pack of beer and some bottles of water.

When they entered the dungeon, again they didn't turn on lights right away. The prisoners usually began to question who had entered, hoping it might be rescuers. But today they stayed silent. William turned on a bright overhead light and the spotlight in the center of the room. All of the men were in their restraints against the wall except for Mr. Print who was where they had left him on the altar table, tied flat on his back with his arms and legs stretched and secured to rings in the floor. There was a significant amount of dried blood in the crotch area and a long strip of gauze hung almost to the floor.

"How's your dick today, Charles?" William asked with a laugh.

None of the men spoke.

"Well, looks like we're getting the silent treatment. And we had nice cold bottles of water for all of you" the sheriff said as he opened beers for himself and William and handed frosty water bottles to the boys. The men watched silently as they all took long swallows of their beverages.

"I guess they're giving us the old silent treatment" William said.

They had all taken seats in straight folding chairs near the altar table.

"Please" Charles Print said. "Water please."

"Well the cat ain't got all their tongues" the sheriff said. "Do you want some water, Charles? All you had to do was ask."

The sheriff took a bottle of water from his cooler and walked to the table where Mr. Print was. He very gently lifted the man's head and put the bottle to his lips, letting him drink all he wanted.

"Ain't you gonna thank me" the sheriff said. "If all your buddies had manners like you, they'd all have water and food too."

The men glared angrily at the sheriff and at Charles for breaking the agreement to be totally silent.

"Please, no more cutting" Charles Print begged. "I can't take any more. Please. Just leave me alone and let it heal up. Please. I am begging you. And all of the rest of you stop judging me! It ain't you strapped down naked on this table with his foreskin hanging half on and half off. You don't know how fucking painful it is to have people cutting your dick off piece by piece. So you can all just fucking go fuck yourselves. Every fucking last one of you!"

"Yeah, Mr. Print, all them boys was begging when they got stripped naked and laid out on this altar table too" Randy said. "Just like you are. Did anybody listen to what they said or they just kept on cuttin'?

"But I didn't do that" Mr. Print said. "My boy's still got his skin."

"It was just a matter of time till you got Charlie cut too" Randy said. "The reverend was workin' on you to do it. And you was there for the cuttin' of the other boys. We've been told all about it."

"You can't know anything about it" Mr. Print sobbed. "We all took an oath of silence on our own lives. No one there would've talked."

"Wrong, Charles" Randy chuckled. "Somebody's spilled their guts and just keeps on tellin' us new information all the time. We know you was there and that you participated in the cutting."

"Please" the man sobbed. "I regret it so much. I regret ever meeting these men. If I had it to do over..."

"But you don't get do-overs, Mr. Print" Randy said. "You might as well get it through your stupid fucking head. We're takin' that foreskin of yours if it takes a fuckin' month. We're patient men and we'll just stop every time you pass out till you come around again. Of course if we get tired of bein' patient, we might just take more than your skin. You really don't need them balls all that much, do you? I bet all the whores you trade rooms to for pussy wouldn't mind if we took them balls off of you."

William walked over to where young Charlie was tied to the wall, his limbs painfully outstretched.

"Charlie, if my memory serves, you're the reason your paw is getting his dick carved on" William said. Ain't that right?"

The boy looked at the other prisoners, remembering they had all agreed to say absolutely nothing. He defiantly turned his head away from William, who leaned in and kissed the boy on the cheek.

"You were Judas to your father, son" William said. "You don't get to plead for mercy because you're the one who put him there. You admitted it because all the others voted it for you to get his dick worked on."

Charlie wanted to defend himself and tell them how he had voted for his father only because all the others had conspired against him after he got to eat the sandwich. But he said nothing as William untied the ropes from his hands and feet. The boy could barely move his joints and William realized that if a boy his age was having trouble, it must be excruciating for the older men.

"Okay, Charlie, you had a chance to speak but you again threw in with the assholes" William said. "We were all hoping you might get some redemption. We were all kind of in your corner and we talked about it today how you might not deserve what the others got. But you're one of them, Charlie. You're fucking rotten to the core."

Charlie was moving his extremities better now after stretching them for a couple of minutes and William led him over to the table where his father was sobbing quietly.

"Look, Charlie," William said. "This is your handiwork. You're the one who put your own father on this table and got his cock carved up. Do you realize how much it's going to hurt when that gauze is ripped off? There's dried blood and it's going to hurt like hell when it gets ripped off his tender cock meat. And you're the one who's gonna get to do the honors. When you hear your paw scream, know that you're the one who did this to him."

Charlie desperately wanted to be somewhere else – anywhere else – but here at this moment. He wanted to apologize to his father and to beg the men for mercy but glares from Barrow and P.T. warned him he better not utter a sound. He knew that they could all vote for him to be the next one on this bloody table and he didn't think he could take that. In the darkness, Barrow and P.T. had assured them that they would be rescued if they just held on. They had all sworn not to say another word to their captors and somehow Barrow and P.T. had convinced them there would be a price to pay for speaking. The boy had never been so thirsty in his life. Charlie's sobs could now be heard along with his father's as William held the control for the boy's shock collar right before his eyes and put the end of the gauze in his hand.

"Please, Charlie, don't do it, son," Mr. Print begged. "I can't stand it. I can't take no more of this fucking pain! Please, Charlie!"

William gave the boy just a very brief shock and he immediately ripped on the gauze. It came partially loose but not completely. Print was screaming in pain and begging his son not to touch it. Charlie was sobbing and the observers were laughing. The Smith brothers were both retching, their stomachs too empty to expel anything.

"You didn't pull hard enough, Charlie," William said. "The bloody gauze is still stuck to his cock, boy. You better get it in one more pull and think about how much this has to be hurting your poor paw's tender, bloody cock as you pull."

Charlie was shaking his head and sobbing as William held up the remote. He pulled, the dried gauze releasing from the bloody skin. Print screamed a blood-curdling scream.

"Good job, boy" William said. "You got it all now. Look at that blood pouring out. Great job, boy. Now you're gonna wash your paw's cock. I can't see enough to cut no more till it's cleaned up. You wouldn't want me to cut his cock or his nuts completely off, would you? Here, pour this on it."

William handed the boy a large bottle of alcohol and Charlie knew how it would burn. So did Mr. Print as he screamed t his son, begging him not to do it. One look from Barrow at the boy convinced him he had no choice as he tilted the bottle, dousing his dad's bloody crotch and soaking it in the liquid fire. Mr. Print was writhing and screaming in pain as the alcohol burned his open wounds.

"We may finish Mr. Print's procedure in a few minutes" the sheriff said "if he can manage to stay conscious a little while. You men better be thinking about who's gonna take his place on this table. I hope you've been talkin' about it while we've been away, cause it won't be long. Who will be next?"

Print was still screaming and begging as William made his son clean the bloody area with the stinging, burning alcohol. He did it silently, knowing that the first one to speak might well be the next on the table. The Smith brothers looked really frightened but Barrow and P.T. were still being stoic.

"Barrow, you've sure been quiet today" the sheriff said. "I'm guessin' that means you want some more cock from these handsome Alabama boys. If you don't, all you gotta do is speak out and none of them will fuck you. If you don't say anything, we'll all take that to mean you want to be fucked some more."

Barrow continued his steely glare, saying nothing.

"Okay, boys, untie him and make him bring the mattress over here beside the table" the sheriff said.

"All three boys were taller and more muscular than Barrow so he knew he had no chance to take them as they escorted him across the room and made him bring the brown plaid mattress into the bright spotlight.

"Lay down on your tummy, pretty boy" William ordered Barrow. "Which one of these handsome young men would you like to hit that manpussy first?" William asked.

Barrow continued to glare, saying nothing.

"Damn, boys," William chuckled, "we must start cleaning up after ourselves better. Look at the way that cute little hairy butt of Barrow's is all caked with cum."

Aaron and Benjie took a bottle of cold water and poured it on Barrow's ass as they began to rub it. This humiliated the man but he said nothing, even when they started jamming fingers into his hole. The boys had not changed clothes and had come to the dungeon in their bathing suits, adding only tee shirts. They now took their tee shirts off, revealing their nicely muscled bodies. All the boys were showing bulges in their bathing suits.

"Last chance, Barrow," William said. "If you don't want these fine, hard boy cocks, you better speak up now or just lay back and enjoy getting fucked. I will warn you that we have all been talking about that hairy, tight ass of yours and the boys are all horned up for that pretty pink boy puss."

The man continued to glare silently.

Aaron now pulled off his bathing suit and his jock strap, revealing a beautiful white bubble butt and his thick, hairy uncut cock. He squatted in front of Barrow, his tumescent, uncut meat pulsing and twitching right in the boy's handsome face.

"I'm gonna give you a chance to at least get it wet before I stick it in you, Barrow" the boy said nicely. "It's your choice though. If I go in dry, I may tear that sweet hole of yours till you need stitches. Apparently my friends here know how to do a circumcision but I ain't sure you'd want either of them stitching up your tore asshole. And if I feel a single tooth scrape my cock, that tooth will be on the floor when we finish."

For the first time, Barrow seemed to know he had no choice as he opened his mouth and let Aaron feed him his thick, half-hard cock meat.

"Attaboy, Will," Aaron said. "Suck on that cock skin and get it nice and wet before I stick it in you manpussy. You're a decent little cocksucker. Not the best I ever had but at least halfway decent."

His buddies laughed as they watched their buddy feed his cock to the man. Both were obviously feeling horny as they began to rub their cocks.

"Go ahead and take `em out, boys" Aaron said. "Let Barrow see what's gonna be fuckin him up his straight asshole."

Both boys dropped their bathing suits, leaving them in their well-filled jockstraps, both fingering their meat through the mesh pouches.

"Okay, Charlie, I think you got your paw's meat cleaned up enough to cut some more" William said.

The boy had been forced to clean all the dried blood from his dad's cock with alcohol and cotton balls. It had been a very painful process for the older man and he was now quietly sobbing.

"Put your hand over his mouth, Charlie," William said. "Your daddy sure is a crybaby for someone who pretends to be so tough."

Charlie moved to the head of the table and started to put his hand over his father's mouth.

"Kiss him first, Charlie," William said. "And it better be a good, wet kiss with a lot of tongue cause I got your remote right here in my fucking pocket. I want you to kiss your father fight now. Stick that hot, wet boy tongue down your daddy's throat as far as you can get it."

The old man began to protest and the boy just looked frightened.

"I'll bite your fucking tongue clean off, boy if you try to stick it in my mouth" the old man said. "You're nothing but a fucking traitor, doing everything these assholes tell you to do. If I ever get free, son, you're a dead little fucker!"

"William reached out and simply held the man's half-circumcised cock in his fingers. He put the scalpel near the cock and smiled sweetly at the man.

"Sir, if you choose to bite your son's tongue, I will cut your cock completely off your fucking body" William said in a soft, calm voice. "If you don't believe me, just fucking try it. If some of you think we don't mean business, you're wrong. If some among you have been trying to convince you to listen to them, I assure you it is nothing but self-survival on their part. A couple of you will do anything and sacrifice anything or anyone to save themselves. You listen to them at a very high price."

Charlie leaned in and began to kiss his father, sharing his tongue. They kissed as passionately as horny lovers, both taking the man's words seriously. Print had felt the scalpel on his cock and Charlie was terrified of being the next to feel the steel on his private parts as he now felt his cock harden at kissing his own father.

"Charlie," William said. "Your dad must like the way you're kissing him. His sore cock is getting hard. And so is that teen boy cock of yours."

William was gently rubbing the older man's nut sac and it was a normal physiological response to stimulus. But Print was more angry than ever as his cock hardened, making it more painful than ever. William teased the cockhead and began to move the partially severed foreskin back and forth. It began to bleed again and the man began to scream.

Horrified, Charlie jumped off the table and was crumpled on the floor beside the table. William continued to stroke the bloody cock even as it continued to harden, Mr. Print begging him to stop. William laughed.

Then they heard a scream from Barrow as Aaron had plunged his thick, hard meat into the man's hole and was vigorously buttfucking the man. After the initial scream, Barrow again went silent. Benjie was now squatting at Barrow's face, feeding him his meaty cock and he smiled over at William.

Randy watched the action, unable to even imagine how painful it must be for Print to be masturbated with his hanging, partially severed foreskin. Print was wailing with each stroke, as William continued to gently stroke his nut sac and tease the man's hole. Randy stepped up beside William and took his place in working on the man's hole. Randy stuck his thick, dry middle finger into Print's hole and the man screamed even louder. William poured more alcohol onto the man's oozing cock, which sent him into spasms. Surprisingly the man's cock didn't go soft as the sheriff continue to finger him and massage his prostate. The prostate massage felt amazingly good while the hand stroking his bloody cock was excruciating.

"It's up to you, Charles," William said. "We ain't stoppin' till you shoot a load. We can go on all night if it takes it. It's totally up to you."

Print closed his eyes and grimaced, silently trying to focus on reaching a climax so that the torture would stop.

Aaron was now quick thrusting his cock into Barrow's asshole.

"Damn, Barrow," the boy said. "That's some of the finest boypussy I've ever had. I'm about to breed your sorry ass."

With that, he made several long thrusts, filling Barrow with his hot seed. Immediately, Benjie removed his meat form Barrow's mouth, thrusting it into his hole as Eric squatted before the man, taunting him with his dripping, hard meat before thrusting it into Barrow's mouth.

William continued to stroke Print's cock as Randy fingered him, massaging his sweet spot.

"It's getting hard, buddy" the sheriff told William, talking about Mr. Print's fucknut. "You gonna let him cum?"

"Please let me" Print begged. "I can't take more of this. You're killing me. You're killing me!"

"I don't think so!" William said, pulling his hand off the man's cock just as he was about to cum. At the same instant, Randy removed his finger from the man, both of them ruining the man's hard-earned climax.

Print was really wailing now, having gone through the excruciating masturbation session but having been been refused the finish. William and Randy laughed at him just as they heard Benjie warning Barrow that he was about to be bred again. They watched the handsome boy pound his cock into Barrow, loading him with man juice as Eric moved from the mouth and straightaway started to pound Barrow's hole with his hard cock.

Aaron and Benjie had wiped their cocks on Barrow's face and had now taken chairs and were watching William and Randy torment Print.

"Damn, this hole is sloppy" Benjie said. "I could sure use a hot tongue in my hole to get me off."

Aaron started to stand but Randy volunteered.

"I'd like to do that, if you boys don't mind" the sheriff said shyly as William smiled at him. The sheriff moved over and knelt between the boy's hairy legs and proceed to tongue the boy's beautiful hairy hole.

"Oh yeah, thank you, sir," Benjie moaned as Randy began to gain confidence, spreading the boy's furry buttcheeks with his hands and going deeper, trying to thrust his tongue into young Benjie's hot manhole. Benjie was giving Barrow a hot fucking and it was even hotter to see the handsome sheriff, clothed in his uniform, licking the boy's hole as he thrust into Barrow. His hole now soaked in Randy's mouth juices, the sheriff began to tease Benjie's hole with his finger. Then they heard a moan from Benjie as the sheriff thrust a finger into his hole and began to massage his fucknut.

"Motherfucker!" Benjie exclaimed. "I've never had that done while I was getting' some ass. It's fucking amazing! Don't stop, sheriff, please don't stop!" he said as he quickened his thrusts into Barrow.

"I ain't stopping, boy," the sheriff said. "Fuck that sorry asshole.

Benjie put on a show, slowing his rhythm intermittently and alternating deep, long strokes with jackrabbit punching. Randy stayed with him the whole time, never letting his finger leave the boy's hole. Finally Benjie began to moan and thrust harder.

"Fuuuuuck" the boy said. "I don't want to but I can't fuckin' hold it!"

With that, he gave a final thrust into the boy's used, cummy hole. After a minute, Randy gently removed his finger and stood, offering Benjie a hand as he rose to stand.

"That was motherfucking incredible" Benjie said, giving the sheriff a warm hug.

Randy walked over and lifted Charlie from the floor by his hair. The boy screamed as the sheriff drug him over and ordered him to clean Barrow's used hole.

Charlie hesitated but a reach for the shock collar control and the boy was on his knees, parting Barrow's hairy, sticky, cummy buttcheeks, sucking cum from him.

"Gosh, William said. "It's getting' close to time to pick up our boys from school" William said. "I hear the school's runnin smoother than ever with Barrow out of the way. Guess we better see if we can finish the cuttin' job on Mr. Print."

Print again began to beg and sob, pleading with them not to touch him.

"I really can't take any more" Print said. "I really can't. I can't survive any more pain."

"Yeah you can, Charles" the sheriff said. "You're actually a fairly young man who was in good health before all this. You could've had a number of good years running your hotel at a nice profit and trading rooms to whores for blow jobs and pussy. You had it made but you blew the shit out of the good life you could've had. Now you're strapped to a fucking table about to have a little bit more of your cock meat cut the fuck off."

William got the scalpel and moved in close, lifting the man's bloody cock from his thick patch of pubic hair. When he did, the man began to piss out of fright.

"Now look what you've done" William chuckled, the other boys joining him in laughter. "You've pissed yourself again. Now we'll have to use more alcohol to get you clean again."

"Pleeeeeeease no!" Print begged as he struggled to move. "You'll fucking kill me. I can't take it."

He continued to scream as William poured more alcohol on his cock. He touched the scalpel to his cock and the man passed out immediately. A bottle of water poured on his face revived him and William began to cut. He could see the foreskin was only half removed. He continued the cut evenly with the sharp scalpel as Print screamed and begged. It was getting bloody again when Print passed out. The man wrapped it loosely in gauze and poured alcohol on it.

"I don't really care if his worthless cock rots off" William said. "How about we finish this up after we have some supper?"

Everyone agreed and the boys got Charlie and Barrow and again secured them to the wall.

"You will all be talkin' pretty soon" William said. "We'll finish the job on Print tonight and how you behave will determine who gets on that table next. You may not want to talk to us but I suggest y'all men do some talkin' and decide which one of you the others wants to throw to the wolves. It may not just be the foreskin for the next one. We may go ahead and take the cock and the nuts too. You better all be scared when the doctor shows up. He's got some wicked good stuff in his medical bag."

The Smith brothers began sobbing as Barrow, P.T and Charlie just glared at all of them, hatred clear in their eyes. Leaving Print bound to the table, gauze on his bleeding cock, they turned off the lights and left.

The Alabama boys headed back to their motel to finish packing up, shower and dress and then head for their new living space at Randy's house. The boys were aware of Mrs. Bedford's role and, by association, Aunt Flea's, in all of the goings on and the boys were encouraged to be as rough as possible on the women.

"No demand you make on either of them is too much" Randy said. "They both have to pay for the shit they've done. You don't need to tell them anything about yourselves. The less they know about you the better. We suspect Bedford may have information that could help us track down other klanners, so keep your ears to the ground."

Randy ran back by his house to ask Eliza to have the women pack up all of his and Dopie's clothes. He told the woman that they would be moving into the Bedford home. Eliza was thrilled, saying she couldn't wait to see the look on Mrs. Bedford's face when she heard the news.

"I'll do my dead level best to make sure you're there when she hears it" the sheriff chuckled.

Before leaving, the sheriff went upstairs where Tara and Aunt Flea appeared to be finishing the painting of Dopie's old room. Both women were sweating and their usually pristine hair fallen down and nasty looking. Both had on the ill-fitting uniforms the sheriff had forced them to wear.

"Y'all need to step it up, women" the sheriff barked. "Anybody else would've had this job finished hours ago!"

"Fuck you, sheriff!" Mrs. Bedford said with a hateful glare in her eyes.

"Randy, haven't you enjoyed this little stunt long enough?" Aunt Flea asked. "You've had your fun and you've made your point. Now cut this out and let us get cleaned up and our lives back to normal."

"Aunt Flea," the sheriff said, "this is normal. This is your new normal. You'll regret the day you threw in with that bitch standing beside you and chose her over your own nephew and great-nephew. Now you bitches better get back to work or I'll haul both of you off to jail! Now Eliza has instructions to pack up all of my things and all of Dopie's things. We'll be moving and leaving Eliza here to run the boarding house. You will do exactly as she tells you to or there will be a heavy price to pay."

"But, Randy, where are you moving to?" Aunt Flea asked.

"None of your fucking' business" Randy said. "Just do as you're told or that fat ass of yours will get another switchin' and this one will be a whole lot worse than before. You better believe me on that."

"You movin' you and your son in with that child molester faggot friend of yours sheriff?" Tara Bedford asked, looking straight at William with one of her sickeningly sweet smiles.

"Mrs. Bedford, the day is coming very soon when you will regret those words" William said as he and Randy walked out of the room, slamming the door so hard the windows rattled. Randy then stuck his head back in the door and had a parting remark for the women.

"I thought I liked that color but it looked better in the can than it does on the walls" the sheriff said. "I'll be sending over more paint in the morning in a different color and you bitches can start all over."

Back in William's car, they headed downtown. Randy put his big hand on William's thigh as he drove.

"That feels nice, sheriff," William said. "I was really proud of you jumpin' right in there today to lick that boy's hole while he was fuckin'' Barrow. That sent him right over the edge. Barrow's held up longer than I thought he would. The old Randy wouldn't even have watched that kind of stuff going on."

"You're right" the sheriff said. "But the old Randy wasn't havin' near as much fun. I like the new Randy a whole lot better. "

When they walked into the jail, the deputy was sitting at his little desk with his legs on the top surface. Nellie Walker was propped up on the desk. Arney was finishing a chocolate fudge Sunday which Miss Nellie had obviously brought him from the pharmacy.

"What are you doin' here, woman?" the sheriff asked the woman.

"Well, I brought you a sundae, sheriff," she said sweetly. "I wanted to make sure you knew there were no hard feelings about the pageant. It was all in good fun. I know why you boys had to do what you did and I understand."

"What are you talkin' about, Nellie? "the sheriff asked.

"I know that you had a lot of political pressure on you to choose that nig...er, that Negroe girl" she said. "I also know there was a lot of pressure to choose the mayor's daughter so I just want you both to know that I bear no ill will."

"Ma'am, there was no political pressure whatsoever brought to bear on our choice" William said. "There had been pressure from the mayor – that is undeniable – but the sheriff and I agreed to make a fair choice regardless of any outside pressures. That is exactly what we did. Shakira Stuart deserved that win and she got it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" she said. "I figured you'd both say that" she said, as she pushed the deputy's legs off the desk and perched on his knees. She started to play with his hair, knocking the deputy's cap to the floor. Arney looked embarrassed as he always was with any public displays of affection.

"Deputy, I suggest you be careful with that one" the sheriff said. "She ain't got the best reputation in town. There's some talk that she was doin' some pretty nasty shit in the dressing room showers at a pageant rehearsal."

"What are you talking about?" the deputy asked. "Why, you was keepin' time with her until a week or so ago. Don't tell me you're jealous of her showin' me a little attention."

"Not in the least, deputy" the sheriff said. "I don't want nothin' more to do with her. She has a nasty mouth and knows and talks about stuff ladies don't talk about. Why, I don't doubt for a second that she'd drop to her knees and measure you for a jockstrap"

"Randy, that's an awful thing to say about a person of such quali8ty as a Walker" Arney said.

"Yep, last time I was in the pharmacy, she practically grabbed a handful of my junk" William said. "She intimated she'd suck me off if I'd let her win the pageant."

"But that ain't nothin' compared to what we heard she was doin' in that dressin' room shower with the Colonel" the sheriff said. "Both of `em in that shower naked as jaybirds. I doubt they was just both getting' clean and savin' water! I believe she's just usin' you to get back at the Colonel for ridin' in the convertible with Velma Sue instead of her. She was all mad because she tried to get Colonel Watkins to ride with her but he wouldn't cause he rode with Velma Sue and she had to ride with her own uncle."

"Randy, you gotta know that ain't the truth" Arney said. "Velma Sue wanted me to ride with her but I was on duty so the Colonel just offered, like a gentleman. There certainly ain't never been nothin' between that colonel and Velma Sue. You know I got her in my hip pocket."

"I ain't got time for all this bullshit!" Randy said. "I'm pretty sure Nellie Walker was fuckin' the colonel and I just hope she made him use some of the rubbers she keeps behind the counter. That man has the strongest sperm that's ever been in Gayberry, so don't be surprised if she's lookin' for a husband in a few weeks to give a name to the little bastard that may be a growin' in her belly."

Nellie momentarily looked uncomfortable, but recovered her smile quickly. Randy and William left the building, leaving Nellie still perched on the deputy's knee. Once they were in the car, they headed for the school to pick up the boys.

"I know Jimmy and Mark were going to bring them back to Ben's but they don't know about my decision to move into the Bedford home" the sheriff said. "I think Dopie will be excited about the move, especially since he's started to think of Kurt as a big brother."

"Neither does Billy Paul. I'm really hoping Jimmy will move into the guest house with Billy Paul and me. I've gotten really fond of that boy. He has said he'd like to move in with us but he's feelin' a little guilty about leaving his mom and dad and feels he has to talk it over with them. I think Mark's developed quite a case for the doctor. I wouldn't be surprised if he wants to live with the doc and I don't think his dad would have a problem with that. I think Marv has developed an entirely new and better attitude since his experience at Statesville. He and Ben seem to want to make the best of every day they have together."

"I love that the doc has agreed to move in with us for a while at least" Randy said. "I know how much Kurt cares about him and Doc is such a good cook. I think he enjoys teaching those boys and I think he was very lonely all alone out on that farm. I'd love it if this became a more permanent arrangement."

They had arrived t the school and still had a little time before the boys would be released. They decided to stop in Ben's office. He was with Gerome Bentley and they invited the men into the inner office. William and Randy thanked Ben for the hospitality he had extended and informed him that Randy had decided to move into the Bedford home. Gerome said he had heard from Corey's and Coley's fathers as soon as they got home the night before. Both fathers had brought their sons over to thank him and Greg for taking the actions they took and asked them to continue management of the boys' chastity devices. He said both boys had been pretty tearful and apologetic but that everything had worked out for the best.

They then went to the boys' classroom where they were just leaving. They ran into the boys' teacher, Helen Frump. She was new at the school this year and William had only met her at a PTA meeting. Randy had taken her to a picnic at the lake and had dinner with her a couple of times but he had found something about her off-putting, although he was unable to put his finger on what had bothered him about the attractive brunette. The boys seemed ambivalent about her saying some days she was real nice but could turn on a dime and be mean as a snake. Billy Paul had told his dad that the woman seemed to enjoy embarrassing students, especially boys and Dopie had told Randy that he thought the teacher like the girl students better than she did the males in the class. The teacher was gathering things from her desk so the men decided to speak to her. William reintroduced himself to the attractive, well-dressed brunette.

"Oh yes, I know who you are, Mr. Walker. Billy Paul never seems to get tired of talking about how great you are" she said. "And, sheriff, I haven't heard from you lately. I was wondering if I had done something to offend the town's most eligible bachelor. I've heard it doesn't take much to send you scampering."

"I thought you were new in town, Miss Frump," William said. "You had friends in Gayberry before you moved here?"

"Oh yes" she said. "My sorority sister is the wife of the mayor of this town. It was she who suggested I apply for this position and she assured me I would have the job if I wanted it. The mayor has quite a bit of influence in a small town like this. Apparently not quite enough influence over people he thought were his friends though."

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say here, Miss Frump," William said. "Do you think you might speak more plainly?"

"Apparently neither of you takes friendship very seriously" the woman said. "The mayor thought both of you were his friends. Neither of you looked out for his daughter. The mayor and his wife feel very betrayed over what happened in this town last Saturday night."

"Oh, the pageant" the sheriff said. "I should have figured that out. We did the job we were tasked with, Miss Frump. Any fair-minded person would have seen that."

"There's more than that" the woman said. "When I interviewed here, I was interviewed by a very charming man who was acting principal, Will Barrow. I was very disappointed when I learned that the committee selected someone else for the position but I still moved here. Now he has suddenly been fired. Needless to say, I do not understand this, particularly the fact that Mr. Barrow was replaced by a black man. I am southern born and bred, sheriff. I consider myself a daughter of the great confederacy. I do not like what I see happening here. Perhaps I need to grade your sons' papers much more closely than I should have been doing. Maybe I've been too generous."

William looked to make sure the boys were out of earshot. They were talking to a couple of girls just outside the classroom door.

"You better listen up, bitch" William said. "Now we'll be watching every move you fucking make. If you fuck with either of our boys in any way, the price will be high. That goes not just for our boys but for any boys entrusted to your care. That's a fucking promise, you racist cunt!"

She looked shocked as the men turned and gathered Dopie, Billy Paul, Pepe and Jeffy and headed for where the boys said Jimmy had parked that morning. When they arrived, Walt was waiting for the other boys and in a couple of minutes, Jimmy and Mark arrived.

They informed the boys that they would be heading for Ben's to pack all their things. It was agreed that Randy would take William's car and William would accompany the boys to Ben's house. Mark began to tear up. William went to him and put his arm around him.

"What's the matter, son?" he asked the cute ginger boy.

"I don't know" the boy said. "I guess I just kind of had in mind we'd all be living together. I didn't know we'd be splitting up this soon. It makes me really sad to think I won't be living with Jimmy and it makes me sad to think I won't be with the doc or any of you."

Tears were flowing now in his eyes and Jimmy's.

"Guys, I don't think this is a problem" William said. "I know your dad is already at home. Billy Paul and I are moving in with Randy for a while. There is plenty of room for you and Jimmy. If your dad is okay with it, you can move in there too. I know Jimmy wants to talk to his dad before he makes a decision too. How about we go and talk to your dad first, then we can go and talk to Jimmy's dad. We can get all of this straightened out right now. How's that sound?"

The tears stopped and they all piled into Jimmy's car while Randy headed home alone to see if Kurt and the doctor had made it home yet from their grocery shopping expedition. He was again pondering the wisdom of his decision to move into the big, fine Bedford home as he drove into the circular driveway. There was a fairly new green truck in the drive that he didn't recognize. He was glad he had decided to lock the house before leaving but he decided, after finding no one in the yard, he should proceed with caution. He crept into the house, removing his shoes so as not to make noise on the stone floors. A look around downstairs revealed nothing so he went up the grand staircase into the master bedroom. There he saw a handsome teen-age boy retrieving clothing from Mrs. Bedford's closet, taking it to the bed where a woman was packing it into suitcases.

"What the fuck is going on here?" the sheriff asked.

Both the boy and woman jumped and turned to face him. Randy was stunned to see the woman was the mayor's wife who appeared to be packing Mrs. Bedford's clothes into a large suitcase as Rafe Sewell brought the things to her from the closet. All three were shocked.

"Well, hello, sheriff," the boy said. "How are you? It's good to see you."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" the mayor's wife asked the sheriff. "You have no business in Tara Bedford's house."

He walked to the bedside table, picked up the phone and had Sarah ring the jail. The deputy answered.

"Deputy, you need to jump in the squad car and come up here to the Bedford home. I have a couple of criminals who have apparently been guilty of breaking and entering" the sheriff said into the phone.

"What the hell are you talking about?" the mayor's wife asked. "I came here at the request of the owner to retrieve a few of her personal effects for her as you are holding her illegally. I have every right to be doing this."

"Wrong, Mrs. Mayor" the sheriff said as he retrieved packing tape from the desk and began binding her hands behind her. "This house is no longer the property of that Bedford bitch and you have absolutely no right to be here removing items. No right at all. That goes for you too, Rafe."

"Sheriff, I'm so sorry" the boy said, looking as if he might burst into tears. "I didn't know I was doin' nothin' wrong. Mrs. Dykes called me out of the clear blue and told me she'd pay me to pick her up in my truck and bring her over here. She said the owner of the house needed some things brought to her and said she'd pay me a hundred dollars to help her out for just a couple of hours of work. That's good money for a farmer like me, sheriff, so I jumped at it. I didn't know I was doin' nothin' wrong."

"I understand that, Rafe," the sheriff said "but you bein' in this house is against the law so I'll have to take you in too. We can get it all sorted out, son."

"But I ain't never been arrested, sheriff" the man said. "My momma will be so upset. I'm so sorry. I didn't never want to upset my momma. I'm all she's got."

Now the handsome boy was crying as he sat on the bed.

"Go ahead and finish packin' them clothes you got on the bed, Rafe," the sheriff said. "And don't cry. You ain't the first man these bitches have used and got in lots of trouble. Just pack the clothes. You'll have to be took in to the jail but we'll get it straight. I ain't arrestin' you. I'm just takin' you in for questionin'. There won't be nothin' on your record for now."

"I've got as much right to be here as you" Mrs. Dykes said haughtily. "So does Rafe. This home belongs to Tara Bedford and she sent us here."

"I need you to tell me again exactly how you got involved in this, Rafe." the sheriff said.

"I was spreadin' some fertilizer over in the mayor's yard" Rafe said. "I been workin' for him off and on for several years, keeping his yard nice and trimmin' trees and fertilizin' and keeping his grass cut. Mrs. Dykes called me in the house and gave me a glass of lemonade. She was actin' real nice – nicer than she ever has been. Most of the time her and her daughters don't give me the time of day. But this was different. She had me sit down at the kitchen table and she sat down next to me. She even put her hand on my thigh and started rubbin' it."

The boy's face was now turning red from his embarrassment.

"It felt real good and I was getting' kind of excited, if you know what I mean" Rafe said. "She started tellin' me about how her husband just worked all the time and how he never had time for her. She said she was all lonely and how she was starved for some affection. Them's her words – `starved for affection'. That's what she said. I can't talk about this, Sheriff. It'd kill my momma."

"Your momma doesn't have to find out a thing, Rafe" the sheriff said. "But to protect you, I have to know the whole truth."

"Well, sheriff, she kept rubbin my thigh and it got me real excited" Rafe said. "It was like all the blood was drainin' from my head and I felt really hot. She rubbed the sweat from my forehead with one hand while she just kept on strokin' my thigh. Sheriff, I just can't talk about all this. It's too nasty and too embarrassin'."

"It's just us in the room, Rafe" the sheriff said. "Just us and the person who done all this. Talk, boy, or you could be in jail for a long time."

"Please, sheriff, don't make me do that" he begged. "It was just that she smelled so good and her hand felt so hot on my leg and she told me I'd be doin' her and Mrs. Bedford a big favor if I helped her out and she never forgets folks that does her favors. She said the woman had been unfairly treated and she just needed a few things from her own house. I didn't see nothin' wrong with that. And when she started wipin' my forehead and stroking my thigh and then she moved her hand and leaned in and she just smelled so good. Then she undid the bib on my overalls. She started runnin' her hand through that little patch of hair on my chest and feelin' of my nipples. I ain't never had a woman touch me like that before and it felt so good I couldn't`ve stopped her if I wanted to and I sure didn't want to. Then she slid her hand under my overalls and inside the waist of my boxer shorts. No woman ever touched me there and I didn't expect that to happen till the day I get married. And when I felt her hand in my hair down there, I shot."

"You mean you felt her hand in your pubic hair, Rafe?"

"Yes sir," the boy said. "She was kinda combing her fingers through it and it just felt so good. I felt like I couldn't even move a muscle. I could feel myself tremblin' as her fingers got closer to my willy. I got real hard. I couldn't help it, sheriff. I didn't mean for nothin' to happen. I shot off as soon as she touched it. I didn't want to but I couldn't help it. I been hearin' about this stuff all my life but I ain't never done nothin' with no females. My paw left when I was just a baby and it's just been me and my mama. I heard stuff from other boys but mama always said that was nasty stuff and I shouldn't listen. She told me to keep myself pure cause it was the Lord's way. I knew other boys was going down to Folly's and the hole in the wall in the bathroom but I was always ascared my mama would find out if I went there and she'd be so disappointed. I've tried to be good, sheriff, but I gave in to temptation today. I'm so sorry."

"You motherfucking stupid rube" the mayor's wife yelled. "I barely touched his peter and he shot that sticky stuff all over my hand. But that's beside the point. I have done nothing wrong and I demand that you get this fucking tape off my wrists and let me go home. My husband will have your job for this. Make no mistake about it."

"What did she tell you she'd do for you, Rafe?" the sheriff asked. "She offered you money and then she started touching you. Did she promise you anything else?"

"She said she'd make me real happy" Rafe said. "She licked her lips and rubbed my overalls over my you know what and told me that she'd do whatever I wanted her to do. I think she was tryin' to tell me she'd even put my willy in her mouth. She even said she could fix me up with her daughter if I was really helpful. She offered to put her mouth on me and do sex stuff that would make me really happy. I'm so sorry, sheriff. And when she told me she'd give me a crisp hundred dollar bill I was convinced. It was like manna from heaven."

"You lyin' piece of shit!" she screamed. "I promised you nothing. You are a goddamned lying son of a bitch!"

"Did you get the money she promised you, Rafe?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir," he said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill.

"Did she bring that with her, son? the sheriff asked.

"I don't think so" Rafe answered. "When we first got here, she went in the closet by herself and came out with it."

Randy walked into the large walk-in closet and found a large safe, the door standing open. Inside he saw several very large stacks of cash, neatly banded in addition to other papers and some jewelry.

"Lay that bill on the bed, Rafe" the sheriff instructed him. "I want the deputy to check for fingerprints when he arrives."

"Fuck you and your scrawny ass dipshit deputy and your motherfucking fingerprints" the woman screamed. She was struggling much harder now but was unable to loosen her wrists which were tightly taped.

"The deputy should be here in a few minutes" Randy said. "I need to clear up something you told me earlier, Rafe" the sheriff said. "You told me that she reached her hands in your pants and you started to shoot off, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said, blushing. "I couldn't help it. It was the first time a girl or a woman ever touched my privates."

"So, did you dry your pants or change your underwear or anything?" Randy asked.

"No, sir, I was so embarrassed" the boy said. "She just laughed and took her hand out of my pants. She did say one thing though but I'd rather not repeat it."

"You need to tell me, Rafe," Randy said. "Don't be embarrassed. I won't think badly of you for quoting what she said and we won't tell your maw either."

"She said `you shoot faster than my goddamned husband' the boy said. "That's exactly what she said. I was embarrassed, but then she wanted to head straight over here."

"Are your pants still wet where you shot?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir, I think so" the boy said. "It still feels kind of sticky."

"I'm gonna need those overalls, Rafe" the sheriff said. "Take them off please. Now."

The boy was embarrassed, but he removed the overalls, leaving him shirtless and bare above the waist. He had a small patch of hair on his chest and big, red nipples. Randy could see a patch of fuzz on the boy's tummy and a nice bulge in his white boxer shorts. His legs were thick and well-developed with scattered dark hairs."

"I need those boxers too, Rafe" he said. "Sorry, but I need every shred of evidence."

"Do I have to, sheriff?" the boy asked. My maw wouldn't like me being naked in front of other people. She says it's the devil that makes people do them things. I ain't even allowed to be naked in the shower. Maw says I have to keep my underpants on at all times to be pure and safe."

"Son, you can trust me" the sheriff said, putting one of his large, warm hands on the boy's bare back and rubbing him reassuringly. "There's nothing wrong with being naked, especially around other boys and men. Now you know I ain't gonna lie to you so I need you to lose them shorts."

Blushing deeply, the boy pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them, handing them to Randy. He was very embarrassed at being naked in front of anyone as nudity was not acceptable in his mother's house. The boy had a thick, pink, uncut cock with a foreskin which only covered half his cockhead. It was a really admirable piece. The boy was not handsome in a traditional sense but was country boy through and through. He put his hand over his cock in an effort to hide it.

"Don't be ashamed, boy" Randy said. "Nobody would be ashamed to have meat like that."

"Thank you, sheriff," the boy said, blushing even more deeply and smiling at the sheriff, exposing his perfect, white teeth..

"How old are you, Rafe?" the sheriff asked.

"I'm sixteen, sir," the boy answered. "They let me graduate early so I could be at home more. I ain't that smart but I worked hard and learned what I needed to."

"That's a big old dick you got for a boy who ain't finished with puberty, son" the sheriff said. "Seems like kind of a waste it ain't been used."

Randy heard the deputy calling his name from downstairs.

"We're up here, deputy," the sheriff shouted. "Come on up."

"You better get me up off this bed, you shrimpy little sting bean son of a bitch!" the mayor's wife shouted t the deputy. "Your boss has lost his fucking mind and he's gonna pay. I'll have your badge too if you don't do something and do it not."

Then Arney saw the naked Rafe standing there naked with his big, thick cock exposed. He looked away quickly, embarrassed by the boy's nudity.

"You need to cuff this mouthy bitch, deputy," the sheriff said.

"Sheriff, have you lost your mind?" Arney asked. "This is the mayor's wife. He'll fire us both!"

"He won't do jack shit" the sheriff said calmly. "Just get that bitch cuffed immediately."

The deputy took out his knife and cut the tape, preparing to cuff her but he wasn't careful and she used both wrists to knock him in the head. The deputy fell to the floor, dazed. Mrs. Dykes made a run for it and got almost to the stairs when Randy tackled her. Both of them went rolling down the wide stairs, landing on the stone floor at the bottom. The woman was dazed but the sheriff was still alert. Rafe ran down the stairs and grabbed the woman, pulling her to her feet and holding her wrists together behind her back. He then leaned down and asked the sheriff if he was all right. He saw a bloody gash on Randy's head and was uncertain whether to hold onto the woman or go to find a wet cloth for Randy. Fortunately the deputy had revived and came down the stairs, cuffs in his hand. He cuffed the woman's hands behind her as Rafe went running to the kitchen to find a wet towel. He was back in a flash, kneeling over the sheriff who had regained consciousness. Rafe was dabbing the blood from his forehead as Arney secured the cuffs on the mayor's wife.

"Not a scratch on her" Rafe said. "I've always heard that Satan couldn't be harmed. I guess it's true."

The deputy had another pair of cuffs for Rafe and was about to cuff him when Randy stopped him.

"That won't be necessary, deputy" Randy said. "I'll handle this prisoner. You take the slut on to jail and lock her up. Hold off on giving her a phone call for a bit. We'll deal with the mayor when I decide to deal with him. Take her on out and put her in the car, then come back for a minute."

The deputy did as instructed, cuffing the woman to the cage in the back of the squad car. He then returned and Randy had him go back upstairs and collect Rafe's clothes and the hundred dollar bill. When he returned, he asked the sheriff is he was sure he wanted to lock the mayor's wife up in a cell.

"If the mayor shows up, just call me here" Randy answered. "Under no circumstances are you to release that woman."

The deputy looked confused.

"Sorry, deputy, I should've told you" the sheriff said. "This is where I'll be livin' from now on."

The deputy's eyes widened s he looked around the fine home but he said nothing as he left to take the woman to the jail.

A naked Rafe helped Andy up from the floor, his thick cock swinging the entire time.

"Are you going to take me to jail later, sheriff" the boy asked calmly.

"No, Rafe, I'm not" Randy answered. "You're another horny young guy who got used by a couple of evil women. I would appreciate it if you'd help me up them stairs and fetch me a couple of aspirin though."

"Thank you, sheriff" the boy said as he assisted Randy up the wide stairs. "My mama sure would've been disappointed in me if I'd been sent to jail."

"Were you being truthful when you said nobody had ever touched that fat boydick of yours, Rafe?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir" the boy said. "What I said was that no woman or girl had ever touched it. I swear to God. I try not to touch it but it builds up and then sometimes I have to touch myself but then I feel guilty about what I done."

"Rafe, I probably understand that about as good as anybody in this world could, but you're a good lookin' young boy and you ought to be enjoyin' that fine body and that big old cock of yours every chance you get" the sheriff said as the naked boy eased him onto the big bed gently.

Rafe went to get a fresh wet cloth to clean the blood from the wound. As he did so, he sat on the bed beside the sheriff.

"I think we need to get your shirt off, sheriff," the boy said "or we could end up getting' blood all over the place."

Rafe helped the man out of his shirt and his undershirt. Without even realizing he was doing it, he ran his hand through the plentiful thick, brown curls on the sheriff's chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sheriff, " the boy said. "I didn't mean to..."

"Hush up, Rafe," the sheriff said. "No apology necessary for touchin' my body. Your hand felt awfully good actually. You can touch me if you want to."

The boy began to gently rub the sheriff's fur and Randy saw a look in his eyes.

"I know what you want, boy, and there ain't nothin' wrong with wantin' it" he said quietly. "Don't let nobody tell you different. I know your mama's well-intentioned but women is built different from us. Just lay back here, Rafe. Don't close your eyes. Just relax and tell me if you like what I'm doin."

Randy moved over on the bed to give the boy more room and he lay flat on his back, obviously nervous but anxious to learn. Then Randy saw sadness in the boy's beautiful blue eyes.

"What's the matter, Rafe?" the sheriff asked. "Did I do something you didn't want?"

"No, sir, sheriff," I can't think of nothin' I want more than to be here in bed naked with you I just don't want to be licked by the flames of hell fire.?"

"There are no flames here, son, what do you mean?"

"My preacher says if boys do things they shouldn't our bodies will get licked by the flames of hell and burned up while good people watch and laugh. He says boys shouldn't touch each other without his permission. Preacher Smith speaks for God and gets the word about what's right and what's wrong."

"That's awful, Rafe" nobody should scare other people like that" the sheriff said. "Where do you and your mama go to church?"

"The Church of the Last Days with Signs Following" Rafe answered. "Reverend Smith preaches that young boys are at the most risk of hell fire because we have evil inside of us and if we don't get help, we be licked by the flames of hell fire for eternity. We was supposed to meet with the reverend after church yesterday because mama had walked in and found me asleep with my willy hard. It was tentin' the sheet like it does sometimes. I can't do nothin' about that though but she had talked to the reverend and he said he had a plan. He had planned to come to our house after we had church to talk to mama about what had to be done. Then he didn't show up for church. I shore I was dreadin' it though. That's why mama's sister came up to visit from Montgomery to help her make a decision."

"What decision are you talkin' about, Rafe?" the sheriff asked.

"I don't rightly know" the boy answered. "The preacher said it's hard on women who have to raise sons without a paw and he considered it his duty to help them out by providin' guidance to keep their boys on the narrow path. Last time he came to visit us, he told mama he wanted to talk to me in private. He asked me some real personal stuff. I told him the truth like we're always supposed to do, especially to a preacher."

"What kind of questions did he ask you, Rafe?" the sheriff asked.

"Well, he asked me does my willy get hard a lot and do I touch it and do I have hair down there and a lot of embarrassin' things. I was honest and told him sometimes I do touch it but I try not to and only do it when I can't stand it no longer. Then he had me pull my pants and underwear down and show him. I ain't never been so embarrassed. He had me strip down and I started getting' hard. He said it was the devil maklin' me hard and he could do somethin' about that. I swear I thought he was gonna' touch my willy when my mama knocked on the door of the room we was in to see if he wanted some coffee. He made me get dressed really fast and then he went to talk to mama. That was a couple of weeks ago before he told mama he had a plan for me and told her to get her sister up here. I gotta admit I shore was relieved he didn't make it to church yesterday although I hope he ain't sick or nothin'."

While they talked Rafe's tears had stopped. As they had the discussion, his meat had begun to harden. The sheriff smiled at him and the boy blushed.

"I can't help it, sheriff," the boy said. "I'm sorry."

"I don't ever want to hear you apologize for gettin' hard again" the sheriff told him. "That's a real pretty piece of meat you got and it deserves to be treated nice."

Randy reached out his big hand and cupped the boy's big, almost hairless pink nuts. His nuts were large and hot. As Randy touched the nuts, the boy's thick thighs spread invitingly.

"Ummm, that feels good" he said quietly.

Randy weighed the heavy balls and then ran his hand through the boy's pubes. They weren't bushy and thick yet but more a promise of things to come. He found a very light patch of fine, almost invisible red hair on his tummy and a somewhat coarser thicker small patch on his chest. He licked one of the boy's large pink nipples and it hardened instantly. The boy moaned as the sheriff sucked it into his hot, wet mouth. The boy's fat cock had hardened completely now. As it had hardened, his foreskin had completely retracted, revealing a bright pink cockhead the size of a plum. He was already leaking pre-cum, his cock untouched. Randy wrapped his hand around the thick, hot boy meat and the boy gasped with pleasure. He slid the skin back and forth a couple of times and realized the boy was close to shooting. He stopped and moved down, licking the boy's fat nuts. Rafe grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer. Randy engulfed the boy's hard cock all the way, taking it to the hilt and the boy started to shoot his hot, sweet boycum in his mouth. It was as though it would never stop cumming but Randy didn't miss a drop. Once the boy's cock began to soften, the sheriff lay beside him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. But Rafe was out like a light, a smile on his face. Randy covered him and left to go back downstairs.