Welcome to Gayberry – 65
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"Jeez! What a day!" William said as they got into the car and headed for the jail. "I never thought we'd get the whole list in a couple of hours. Do you really think that's it."
"I think he was telling us the truth but I'd like to verify it somehow" the sheriff said." I still think we need to check wtih Mr. Hunt. The amazing thing to me is that he was able to persuade all of those men to do that to their sons."
"I've been doing some reading about cults" William said. "It seems to be a real concern that there are some people out there – mostly men – who are brainwashing their followers. It's thought to be really dangerous. Those cult leaders can get their followers to do most anything they want them to do. Seems like Preacher Smith had a little cult going out there in the woods."
After stopping to grab a couple of beers, they made it to the jail. No one was there except the two prisoners they had left. The two men were sharing one of the cots, covered with a blanket. It appeared the mayor was spooning with Mr. Hunt.
"If you lover boys can wake up long enough, we have some questions for Mr. Hunt" the sheriff announced loudly.
The mayor shoved Mr. Hunt off the cot rudely.
"I told you to keep your fag hands off my body!" the mayor said gruffly to Mr. Hunt.
"Yeah, you say that till your dick gets hard then you're all lovey dovey" Mr. Hunt said. "As soon as that little nubby dick of ours gets hard you come sniffin' around again wanting me to suck it or let you stick it in me."
"You're a goddamned liar!" the mayor shouted.
"I ain't here to play referee for a faggot fight" the sheriff said. "I need some information from Mr. Hunt"
"Will you please let me shower and get some clothes out of my bag? Please?" Mr. Hunt whined. " I'll tell you anything you want to know."
"Yeah, I'd like some clothes too" the mayor said. "I don't like being in this cell naked with this fag."
The sheriff walked into the cell and told Mr. Hunt to bend over. He complied and the sheriff stuck a finger up in his hole.
"There's at least two loads of cum up in that hole, Mr. Mayor and he sure as hell didn't put it up in there hisself" the sheriff said. "In case you ain't noticed, he ain't even got balls to make no more cum. Mayor, get out there and get your underwear. Nothing else. Just your fucking underwear then get back in here."
"Mr. Hunt, let's go to the back room and have a talk" the sheriff said. "You can have a quick shower while William watches the mayor.
Mr. Hunt got his bag from beside he sheriff's desk and they went into the back room where the sheriff closed the door and Mr. Hunt started the water in the shower. When it reached the desired temperature, he stepped in and began to wash himself.
"Mr. Hunt, there is somethin' Ireally need to know" the sheriff said. "If you tell me the complete truth, I can make things go easier for you. Yourein a heapin' mess of legal trouble. You could end up in prison for the rest of your life. You seriously need help. I can provide some help for you but only if you are honest. I need to know how many boys got circumcised at that church and I need their names."
"Sheriff, I'd like to help you and I want all the help I can get but I haven't been at the church as long as some of the others. I can tell you that. I remember the preacher seemed to enjoy talking about the circumcisions. He would always bring a bottle of bourbon with him and several times we got a little buzzed. He told me about each one in some detail , getting somewhat stimulated each time. I believe he said my son was the seventh or eighth boy they had done. I wish my memory could be better. I remember one day we were in his little office at the church and he was getting excited telling me about some of the earlier ones. He got out a small bible from the floor underneath his desk. It was quite small, but it seemed he had written the names of all the boys in the bible. It was somewhere in the Book of Revelations but I have no idea what chapter. He was rubbing his crotch and I could tell he was hard. I thought he might invite me to masturbate but he didn't. I had found myself very hard hearing about it and I didn't quite understand why. This was after we had done Phillip but before the next boy. That boy's name was Smallwood I am almost sure. The boy and his father were very strong and muscular. The boy almost escaped. As a matter of fact he did escape and ran out of the church but his father caught him and we all brought him back and held him down. I remember how angry that boy was and I really feared a bit for the boy's father. Then of course there was Rafe Sewell, the boy we were planning to cut the night the preacher disappeared."
"Thank you, Mr. Hunt" the sheriff said. "This has been very hel0pful and I won't forget it."
The man was making no move to finish his shower and was, in fact, seductively soaping his soft penis suggestively. He then took a soapy finger, spread his legs, and inserted it into his hole.
"Can't you help me out just a little, sheriff?" he asked. "Please. My hole feels so empty unless I have something in it. I really don't want my prostate gland to wither away. It's the only pleasure I get now."
"Not right now, Mr. Hunt," the sheriff said. "I'm afraid I have other duties to take care of. Please rinse and get out of the shower."
"Oh please, sheriff" he asked. "Just a little bit. You have such nice, thick fingers and I need it."
"I'm very sorry, sir, but not right now" the sheriff insisted. "I just ain't got the time for that bullshit right now."
Mr. Hunt rinsed and seemed to pout as he reached into his bag and brought out a beautiful pair of sheer baby blue women's panties and put them on. He was towel drying his hair as they went back into the front part of the building and the mayor again had on his white boxer shorts.
"Do you have any idea who is taking care of your girls while you are in jail, Mr. Mayor?" the sheriff asked. "Do I need to call social services or call a babysitting service?"
"Oh no, I have that taken care of" the mayor said. "Mr. Hunt's wife came by to visit him earlier. I found her quite nice and I've hired her to take care of my girls until I am released. She was crying to her husband that she had no job and no money so I hired her on the spot."
"You hired a complete stranger visiting her husband in jail to move into your home and take care of your daughters?" William asked incredulously.
"Well, she's a mother herself and she's raised a son" the mayor said. "She's very attractive and obviously she may be in need of some male attention as her husband won't be able to fuck her any more. What is the problem?"
"Mr. Mayor, I will not even dignify that question with a response" William said.
"I think I'll go ahead and release the mayor for the time bein'" the sheriff said. "Get your ass on out of here. Havin' you back on the streets is better than havin' a total stranger lookin' after your little ones. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind!"
The mayor took off, bareffoot and wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, fearful the sheriff might change his mind.
"Can you believe that fucking idiot?" William asked as they drove to Preacher Smith's church?"
"He hired a stranger to look after his own young daughters because he found her attractive" the sheriff said.
"William, I have fucked up. I cannot allow that man to have an infant son to raise" the sheriff said.
"Don't worry about that now, Randy," William said. "We have plenty of time to deal with that."
They broke the padlock on the church door and entered, finding the pastor's small office. They moved the small desk and under the floor found the small bible just as Mr. Hunt had described. Flipping through the book of Revelations, they found the list Mr. Hunt had discussed with the sheriff. All the names were listed in the order the preacher had given them, along with the dates on which the acts had occurred.
"I think this nails it down for me" the sheriff said. "Now to decide what we do with the information.
I think we have to bring justice for all of these boys. We could bust into their homes and arrest them, charging them with sexually assaulting their own sons. I think we'd have a good shot at some convictions but others would likely get off, given that we can never put the preacher on the stand. We have dealt with him outside the justice system so we can never use him or his brother in a courtroom or in any legal proceedings."
"We can also deal with these other cases outside the system as well" William said. "My question is whether we just exact revenge or whether we risk bringing the boys into the process. A big part of me says it should be up to the sons to have the opportunity to confront their fathers either in court or in an extra-judicial setting."
"By extra-judicial you mean kidnapping the dads and letting their sons do what they did?" the sheriff asked.
"More or less" William answered. "It may be that some of the boys have completely forgiven their fathers and have put it in the past. I find that unlikely but it is possible. Is it going to be fair or healthy for the boys who have already been victimized to risk again being victimized by long, humiliating court procedures?"
"Goddamn, this thing just gets tougher and tougher by the minute" the sheriff said.
"We don't have to make a decision on this right now" William said. "I think we need to think on it for a bit. How about we put it away for now and revisit it after choir practice this evening?"
"That's a great idea" the sheriff said. "Do we have time to pop in for a visit with our boys before we have to get the bitches to the church?"
"We have plenty of time for that" William said. "If the homework wasn't too heavy, they may be finishing up now and we might grab a little bit of pool time with them."
"I could use that after this afternoon" Randy said.
"My dear God, so could I."
They arrived home just as all the boys were finishing their homework. Kurt and Rafe had been helping the young ones while the doctor prepared lasagna for dinner. The house smelled wonderful and the sound of happy boys was music to the ears of Randy and William. They all exchanged hugs and William and Randy held the boys just a little tighter and longer than usual, given the afternoon they'd had. This was not unnoticed by the doctor who brought them each a beer and huddled up.
"Are you two all right" he asked.
"Oh yes, but there's a lot to tell you, Doc," William said. "It's been a very long afternoon hearing all the dirty details about what happened in that church."
"Oh my God, I can only imagine" the doctor said.
"I see Pepe is still here" William said. "What a joy that little one is!"
"Yes, his parents were delayed getting out of the airport in Atlanta but they called" the doctor said. "They should be arriving at any time."
Just as he said that, their doorbell rang. Randy went to answer it and it was Pepe's father, Hiram, and a very handsome young Latino teen Randy had never seen.
"Sheriff!" Hiram said, reaching out for a hug. "It is so good to see you again! I hope you still have my sweet boy whom I am so very hungry to see!"
"Of course we have your sweet boy" the sheriff said, embracing the man. "But it is going to be very hard for all of us to let you have him back He has been such a joy to all of us!"
Pepe, hearing his father's voice came running into the foyer and jumped into his father's arms. Randy had to fight back tears at seeing how joyful this father and son were to see one another.
"Hi, son, I'm Randy Gaylor and I'm guessing you must be Rolando!" the sheriff said the the young boy he had never before laid eyes on. The boy offered his hand to shake but Randy offered him a hug instead and the boy accepted with a smile.
"We don't do much handshaking around here" the sheriff said. "We much prefer hugs!"
Then Pepe saw his handsome young cousin and jumped into his arms. The boys were hugging affectionately as both boys began to show tears of joy.
"How much I have missed you, Pepito!" Rolando said as he hugged the boy to him.
"And I you, cousin!" the little boy exclaimed. "Come meet mis amigos!" the boy said, lapsing back into his native language.
"Looks like I have been deserted very quickly" Hiram laughed. "It is understandable. Pepe thought he would never see his cousin again. We had word that he had been killed in the gang wars that are so prevalent. It turned out he had survived and made his way to the orphanage. It was only through the good graces of the governor and Mr. Abe that we were able to get him out of there and home with us. It is a debt we will never be able to repay."
"I am delighted that it worked out, Hiram" the sheriff said. "You must be tired. Can I( get yop a beer?"
"I would love a beer" he said. "I hope we are not intruding on your dinner but I couldn't wait to see my Pepe and neithr could Ro. We dropped my wife and the younger boys at the house and came straight here. It is so wonderful to be home with a new family. I can barely believe it. I keep pinching myself to make sure I am awake and not just having a wonderful dream."
William had joined them and Randy led them into the library.
"We have so much to talk about" Randy said. "I am very excited over the prospect of working together."
"Not nearly as much as I am" Hiram said. "Mr. Abe gave me the large plan and said the details are to be worked out. I don't care about the details. My answer is a resounding `yes'! I don't care about anything else. I just want to be a part of this amazing project."
"Well, Hiram, Abe may not have made the details clear at all" Randy said. "We don't want you to just be a part of this whole thing. I am prepared to merge the Bedford and the House construction businesses with you at the helm. You will be the CEO and have total control in all the decisions made. I know nothing about construction and I haven't a clue what I'm doing."
"No, he didn't quite tell me that" the man said. "I could never have imagined myself running such a large, important company. But I am happy to do anything you wish me to do. Do you think we might have a meeting in the morning?"
"I have tentatively set up a meeting with Mr. Miller, the Bedford Chief Operations Officer. I was hoping you could make it. He is very agreeable to whatever we decide. You can restructure the business any way you like. I know so very little I promise you I will not get in the way. I will sign whatever you tell me to sign and do whatever you tell me to do. I realize we don't know each other well, but the way you have been so eager to bring boys into your home and nurture them tells me everything I need to know about you and your character."
"It looks like you are nurturing a few too" Hiram said.
"Yes, our family has grown and we have moved into this much larger home while you were away" Randy said. "William and I are each heading up task forces for the governor and I am keeping my job as sheriff. So it is a busy time but it is all good. I think together we can do some great things for this town and leave it a better place for our boys."
"I am all in!" Hiram said. "My sweet wife is so excited to have two new little ones and I am so very excited to have Rolando. I am going to need to find a good tutor for him as his English is less than adequate. But I will spend time with him at night so it will certainly not affect my work performance."
"I hope I am not out of line in making a suggestion here" William said. "But our boys and we have so enjoyed having Pepe with us. Might I suggest that we continue to let Pepe come home with our boys for their afternoon homework session. If you and your wife don't object, Rolando could join them. I hear that speaking the language with others is even more effective than having a tutor. It would allow Rolando to make some new friends and to practice language skills and it might give your wife more time to spend with your little ones."
"That sounds perfect to me and I know Pepe will love it" Mr. House said. "There is a bit of an age gap between Pepe and his cousin so it would be nice for Ro to have friends near his age. If my wife agrees, and I can't imagine why she would not, it seems a perfect solution. Then I can just drop by and pick the boys up on my way home from work. Thank you for the offer. I know the boys will love it too."
"That way we don't have to lose our Pepe!" William said. "We have really become so fond of the boy!"
Randy went in and quickly cleared the way with the doctor who was very enthusiastic. The boys were packing their books away when Pepe came up to ask his dad if he and Ro could have a short swim with the other boys.
"Not today, Pepe, but don't be disappointed" Hiram said. "I know your mother is dying to see you now and I dare not keep you away a moment longer. But you will, I think be happy to know that we have agreed that you and Rolando will come home with these boys every day after school. You will do your homework together and then swim and play together. It will give Rolando a chance to get to know all of you and to practice his English skills. So let's head for home now because your mother will behead me if I keep you away from her even a moment longer."
They all said goodbye with hugs and a few tears as Pepe got his bags, assisted by his handsome cousin and left the house.
"What a handsome boy that cousin is!" William said. "And his English didn't sound that bad to me although he said very little."
"I certainly hope that Pepe and Hiram will welcome the boy into America appropriately" Randy said. "And I have little doubt that will happen."
"I know" William chuckled. "Little Pepe was looking at his cousin's bulge like a dog looks at a bone."
They shared a laugh as they headed to the outdoor area.
The boys were all naked and in the pool in a matter of seconds and William, Randy, and the doctor were right behind them. Billy Paul and Dopie seemed more affectionate than usual and they were all over their dads in the pool. All of the boys seemed relaxed.
"Paw, can we talk for a minute?" Dopie asked, swimming into his father's arms.
"What does my boy want to talk to his paw about?" the sheriff asked his cute little ginger son.
"Well, the governor brought me a present" Dopie said.
"Yes, he told me that he did that but he didn't tell me what the present was."
"Well, I ain't too sure what it is even after I opened it, Paw" the boy said. "Billy Paul thinks he knows what it is" Dopie said.. "Come on over here, Billy Paul," Dopie said.
William had Billy Paul in his arms so they swam closer.
""Is there a problem?" William asked.
"No sir, Mr. Will" Dopie answered. "Just a mystery. The governor brought me a present when he came and I ain't quite sure what it is. Billy Paul thinks he knows and I think he's probably right. He thinks it's three things to put in my boyhole."
"Oh really?" the sheriff asked as William smiled. "What do they look like?"
"Well, they're kind of hard to describe" the boy answered. "They're made out of rubber and for some reason it made me hard just to look at em and touch em. I ain't sure why."
"Billy Paul, do you think they're something to put in your butt?" the sheriff asked.
"I think so but I'm not sure either" Billy Paul said. "I know it feels kind of like something Johnny brought me and it goes in my butt."
"What did your brother bring you and why didn't you mention it to me?" William asked.
"I meant to" Billy Paul said. "But I knew what it was for and I forgot to tell you. I tried it out and it felt really good and then time had passed and I was afraid you'd be sore at me for not telling you. I'm sorry, dad. I really do apologize."
"No harm done, son, but if your brother brings you something with instructions not to use it until you and I have talked, you have to promise not to forget again. Now what did Johnny bring you?"
"It's like a rubber willy" the boy said. "I told him how much I like having one in me and he brought me one for when I can't have the real thing. He's the best brother ever. Well, Dopie's gift feels like my rubber willy and it made me hard too just looking at them and touching them."
"You really do like having things inside you don't you son?" William asked his kid.
"Yes sir, I like it a lot" Billy Paul said. "So does Dopie. He says he'S never felt as good as when the governor puts his hard one inside of him. He likes mine too but mine isn't as big as the governor's . Johnny likes having things inside him too and his felt really inside me last night. I didn't want him to leave."
"I know son," William said. "I didn't want him to leave either."
"What do you say you bring this gift up to my bedroom when William and I get home from choir practice tonight" the sheriff suggested. "Maybe if you bring Billy Paul with you we can figure it out together."
"Can we sleep with you tonight?" Dopie asked.
"Of course you can" said the sheriff. "I love having my boy in my bed anytime and I know William feels the same. We'll all snuggle up together in that big bed."
The little boys swam away to where Phillip and the doctor were talking.
"What the hell was that about?" the sheriff asked.
"I'm guessing the governor brought Dopie a set of butt plugs" William said. "Billy Paul has told me Dopie is really anxious for you to fuck him. My guess is he told the governor about that and, as the governor knows how hung you are, he probably brought him some butt plugs to stretch him out so he can take your big daddy dick."
"I am beginning to wonder if havin' a big dick's a curse or a blessing" the sheriff said.
"You may consider it a curse but I sure don't" William chuckled. "It's a blessing when you put it inside me."
"I just wish that could be more often" Randy said.
"So do I but I'll take what I can get from you" William laughed.
It was getting close to choir time so the two headed upstairs and jumped into Randy's shower together. After a nice kiss, Randy began to soap William's back.
"I really like Hiram" William said. "He has so much good energy and enthusiasm. I think your decision to merge the business with his is one you will never regret. He seems to love all those boys so much!"
"He really does" the sheriff said. "And Rolando is such a good looking kid. I've never seen such hairy arms on a teen boy. And he seems very polite. I think he may prove to be as good an influence on our boys as they are an influence on his English."
"I think Hiram is an achiever" William said. "I get the impression he sets very high goals for himself and he is likely to do the same with his boys. Pepe is one of the most well-adjusted kids I've ever met. Particularly since the kid spent time in an orphanage in the Honduras. Those places have a reputation for being overcrowded hell holes."
"I'm very excited that the boys will be continuing to have time with our boys" the sheriff said. "I think that will be good for everyone."
"It would be good for me if we had time to put that big dick of yours inside my hole, sheriff Gaylor" William said. "It feels like it's a little bit hard rubbing up against my ass. Or is it just hard from thinking about how sexy Pep's cousin is and what he'd look like naked with all that hair and an uncut Latin cock?"
"It's probably a little bit of both. I always get hard when your ass is around me but we don't have time to play and get the bitches to choir" the sheriff said. "I think I'll be good with our boys sleeping naked with us if they want to tonight. I can't believe I'm getting so comfortable with being naked with Dopie. I wasn't even conscious that we were naked in the pool until I felt his little willy getting stiff while I held him. And even that didn't embarrass me. I wanted to hold him up and take a good look at it and maybe event taste it."
"I'm really proud of you, Randy," William said. "They grow up too fast. Never miss an opportunity to be as close to your boy as you can. Johnny pointed out to me today how much thicker Billy Paul's dick has gotten and how his little nuts have grown. Of course that blonde bush is growing out too. Don't waste any chance you have to love on your boy."
"Thank you for making me open to my son, William" the sheriff said as he pulled the man in for a kiss.
They then dressed in khaki slacks and knit shirts and off to choir practice in a flash, both with semi-hard cocks.
"I'm thinking I need to go the school in the morning after my meeting at the construction company" Randy said. "I plan to check in with Ben to go over the list of names to determine if these boys whose names the preacher gave us are still in school. If they are, I think I need to set up a meeting with the boys first to confirm the abuse. With something like this I think I have to find out if there is other abuse going on in their homes. The men who did this could also be abusing their wives or other children in their homes."
"I think you're spot on" William said. "That preacher is such an accomplished liar. I know he can't be trusted at all. He's one of those people who would rather lie than tell the goddamned truth. What I can't figure out is whether the boys who got cut knew the other boys it happened to. Kurt doesn't seem to know the names of the other boys and neither does Phillip or Rafe. It seems the fathers had a kind of bond but they seemed to intentionally prevent the boys from any kind of bonding at all. I find that strange unless it was just another manner of controlling their boys. If that's the truth, it's a pretty sick proposition."
"I think the whole thing is sick" the sheriff said. "I think I can predict what you would do if anybody tried to get you to hold one of your boys down on a table while they cut on his willy. It's be the same thing I'd do if anybody ever suggested doing that to my Dopie. I don't think they'd live to tell about it if they tried that with either of our sons"
"I'd fuck them up beyond belief and I know that neither of us is a violent person. It's hard to imagine how the preacher got hold of these men and manipulated them into such evil."
"Speakin' of evil, here we are" Randy chuckled as they drove up in front of his house.
They went into the house where the Alabama boys were all seated in the living room. All three stood for hugs from Randy and William. They said things were going beautifully at work and they were looking forward to the meeting at the construction company in the morning. Mr. Miller had all the employees coming and he had told them they would be meeting Mr. House who would be making a big announcement.
"Most of the guys on the crews we've been with have worked with him and they all way he's a prince" Aaaron said. "The guys who know him say he's always fair and none of them have a bad word to say."
"That's kind of rare in the construction business" Benjie added. "Guys are all too eager to trash another guy even if they aren't telling the truth."
"You guys seem to have settled in here nicely" the sheriff said. "Is everything good?"
"Everything is great!" Eric said. "The food is just amazing and Eliza takes good care of us. And Mr. Howard takes good care of us in other ways, if you know what I mean. That guy can really sick a cock!"
They knew what he meant and they shared a chuckle. William and Randy knew that Mr. Vague loved nothing better than taking care of the needs of straight men but he didn't like to discuss it. Eric had told Randy that any of the guys could knock on Howard's door at night and he would invite them into his bedroom. They knew they were to just drop their pants and get on his bed and he would service them orally without any words being exchanged.
"I'm glad you are all comfortable and well fed" Randy said. "I expected you to be sitting around in your underwear reading the paper or watching television, yet you are all still fully dressed and even have your boots on. Eliza has assured me she doesn't mind you making yourselves more at home. I think she enjoys seeing the occasional pecker. I know the mere sight irritates Mrs. Bedford and one of my goals in life is to make that bitch as uncomfortable as possible."
"So you are sayin' it's all right to not feel like we have to keep our bodies covered up in front of the women?"
"That is exactly what I am saying, Eric. "Relax and be yourselves. And if Mrs. Bedford and Aunt Flea don't address you respectfully at all times, please let Howard or Eliza know about that. The same goes for the new woman, Mrs. Dykes."
"Yes, sir, we'll see to it that they are more uncomfortable" Eric said.
"So you're sayin' it's all right if we sit around watchin' TV in just our jockstraps and nothin' else?" Benjie asked.
"That's exactly what I'm sayin" the sheriff said as they all enjoyed a laugh.
Eliza and Howard came down and greeted William and Randy.
"We've been chattin' with the boys and we encouraged them to give the bitches more to do around here" Randy said. "We've also encouraged them to make themselves more comfortable and to feel free to lounge around in nothing more than their underwear. That will not bother either of you, will it?"
"Lordy no!"Eliza said. "I still love lookin' at some fine young male flesh even after all these years. I don't think Mr. Vague will have a problem with it either."
"Absolute not" Howard said with a shy smile as he blushed slightly.
"So where are the bitches?" Randy asked.
"They're fretting about being seen in those jumpsuits" she laughed. "Mr. Howard has already had the pingpong paddle out for Mrs. Bedford. She tried to be obstinate but Howard wasn't having it."
"Good" the sheriff said. "By the way, boys, I hope you'll get back over to the house for a swim very soon. Maybe we can grill something. Our boys would love it. And, just so you know, I'm putting in a gym in the big basement. It's a huge area which has just been wasted. I plan to get some good equipment and I already have wrestling mats. Our boys are going to need exercise once it's too cold to swim every day and I'd love for you boys to join us."
"That makes me so happy to hear that!" Eliza said, clapping her hands together. "It would make Mr. Bedford so happy. When he built that big, beautiful home, he planned a gym for his three sons in that space. He had the plumbing done for a big group shower and had some fine exercise equipment delivered. When he took the boys down to see it, they were so excited. He had kept it a secret. But when Mrs. Bedford saw it, she hit the roof. She started throwing things at the poor man saying her boys wouldn't be raised as barbarians. She said no sons of hers would have time for such things as they would concentrate on fine arts and music and higher pursuits. He tried to stand up to her but, like always, she ran right over him like a freight train. Had all that equipment removed and the showers and everything torn out. The room was never used for anything other than the small part she used for a wine cellar and to store them goddamned nasty home-made pickles she thought were so good. It broke his heart. That was when she told him he'd never live in the home with her and the boys and banished him to the guest house."
"Well, I hope we can do Mr. Bedford proud" Randy said. "And I hope you boys will join us in putting it to good use!"
"You bet we will!" Aaron said. "We were disappointed to learn there wasn't a YMCA in town but this will be great. We've been going on runs every day to work off some of that great food Eliza gives us but just runnin' gets a little boring."
"I'lll expect to see you often then!" Randy said.
The boys had taken Randy at his word and had already gotten comfortable. They had shucked their boots and were wearing nothing more than undershirts and underwear. All three boys had nice hairy legs and nice bulges in their white jockey shorts. Aaron seemed to really enjoy being looked at as he rubbed his bulge and it expanded. He looked at Randy with a shy smile and the sheriff smiled back at the handsome boy. Eric even had a socked foot on the coffee table as the women came down.
"Young man, get your foot off my coffee table immediately!" Aunt Flea scolded. "We don't live like that in this house!"
"What did you say to our guest, bitch?" Randy asked, standing up right in front of her.
She looked stunned at her nephew's reaction.
"That is unacceptable behavior in my fucking house!" he said angrily. "Who owns this fuckin' house?"
"Why, of course you do, Randy" she said meekly.
"Goddamned right I do" he said. "That means I make the rules here. And one of the rules is that guests in my home are treated with respect! Does he look like a boy to you?"
"Why no, Randy," she stuttered. "He's a grown man and he should know better than to..."
"Shut your fuckin' yapper, you dogfaced bitch!" Randy barked. "You spoke to him like he was a little boy. You see that bulge in them underwear? Do you see that?"
"Yes, Randy" she whispered.
"That ain't a boy bulge in them shorts! That's a man dick bulge. He is a man and you will not speak disrespectfully to him or to any man who is a guest in my house. Now apologize to our guest!"
"I'm very sorry" she said meekly."
"Sir!" Randy shouted. "I am sorry, sir!"
"I'm very sorry, sir" she said, starting to cry.
"Dry that shit up right now, you disrespectful cunt!" the sheriff barked. "That cryin' bullshjit shit don't work no more. I've been too soft on you all these years. That changes now for both of you and that new bitch upstairs. You will treat these young men with the respect they deserve. They have been walking on egg shells around here to make sure you didn't feel uncomfortable. That changes right here and right now. You will address them as sir' and you will address Eliza as ma'am'. No exceptions. They will make a list of any infractions and punishment will be meted out. Do you understand?"
"Yes" Aunt Flea said softly.
"Yes what?" Randy shouted.
"Yes, sir" she added quickly.
The sheriff stepped squarely in front of Mrs. Bedford and grabbed her chin, pulling her face only an inch from his own. He looked her squarely in the eye.
"Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes" she answered. "Yes, what?" the sheriff asked.
Instead of answering, she spit in his face. Everyone in the room gasped and Aunt Flea immediately began trying to apologize for her friend.
Randy didn't move but said in a very steely voice "Strip!. Get them clothes off and get em off right fukin' now!"
It was an order and Aunt Flea began to immediately get out of her jumpsuit. Mrs. Bedford continued to stand erect, glaring directly into the sheriff's eyes.
"Take that goddamned jumpsuit off right now" the sheriff ordered."
"I will not" she said defiantly.
"Fine" he said. "I'll take it off of you."
He reached for the zipper and she attempted to knock his hand away. But the sheriff was too fast and wrenched her arm behind her, spinning her around and he unzipped the jumpsuit all the way. Eliza came and helped get her out of the jumpsuit.
"William, will you do the honors?" he asked quietly. "I'm afraid I'm a shade angry right now I could easily do some permanent damage. "
He bent her over his knees and began to swat her with the pingpong paddle just as Howard was doing to Aunt Flea. Randy went out on the front porch and smoked a cigarette. When he came back in, the swats continued and the women were sobbing and begging the men to stop.
"I'm sorry, sheriff" Mrs. Bedford cried. "I'll not do that again. Please stop this. I'm so sorry. Aunt Flea was crying loudly as her chubby butt continued to turn redder. Both women were near bleeding when Randy told the men they could stop.
"Now get your ugly asses back in them jumpsuits" he said. "We're late as it is."
Yes, sir," both women responded as they continued to sniffle.
"What was that you said, Mrs. Bedford?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
Now quit that snifflin' and clean up the mess in this room" the sheriff ordered. "The young men came in from a long day of hard work. They have the right to expect a clean house. You bitches have got real shoddy in the upkeep here and in taking care of these handsome gentlemen. I better not ever again hear of you addressing them without a `sir'. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," both women responded as they quickly gathered up the clothing the men had shed and took it upstairs. They were back downstairs very shortly and the sheriff told them to finish dressing.
"Now get them jumpsuits back on" he barked. "We're runnin' late. I was thinkin' I might let you slink in through the back door but now we're runnin' so late we'll have to go in the front door and let both of you make spectacles of your nasty selves with the group already assembled."
"No, Randy, please..." Aunt Flea began but one look from the sheriff and she went silent, quickly zipping herself into the jumpsuit. They bid Eliza and the boys a good evening and left the house. As they got to the car, the women started to get into the back seat.
"Hell no!" the sheriff said. "You two bitches are walkin' I think both of you need some exercise. Now get out here in front of the car. We'll drive right behind you so nobody will run you over."
He then put handcuffs on both women and attached spreader bars at their ankles which made walking very difficult and slowt. They could do little more than waddle as the bars severely restricted their movement.
"Okay, that ought to do it" he said. "Get to movin'."
The women had both worn pumps which made them look even more ridiculous as they moved as quickly as they could with the squad car right behind them. The men were laughing uncontrollably as Randy followed so close as to nudge them with the bumper from time to time. Even the usually stoic Howard was laughing out loud as the women clumsily attempted to move ahead of the car. They were both a mess as their previously well-coifed hair had begun to fall during the spankings and was now half up and half down with tendrils handing down their necks. One block from the church, the sheriff turned on the flashing red lights and the siren, further drawing attention to the women as all of the residents along the street came out of their homes to see what was going on. The two women began to wave, each of them with her purse on her arm, trying to act normally as they clumsily hurried along in front of the squad car. When they arrived, Aunt Flea began to beg that they be allowed to enter through the back door and through the back stairs into the choir loft of the sanctuary.
Randy insisted they enter through the front door and right down the center aisle of the sabctuary. They were already twenty minutes past the starting time so they knew they would be gawked at. The women went in first, followed by the men.
"Professor Hand, Reverend Smucker, I am so sorry we are running late" the sheriff started to apologize as he followed the unsightly women up the center aisle of the big sanctuary in their obscenely short jumpsuits and pumps with their handbags on their arms. The entire choir began to laugh at them.
"Well, I didn't realize it was Halloween" the pastor said to the laughter of the assembled choir.
Randy introduced William and Howard to Professor Hand, the director of the choir. It became apparent the women were unable to climb the steps into the chancel with the spreader bars on their ankles so the sheriff removed them. He then took Aunt Flea's elbow and assisted her up the stairs like a gentleman. When she reached her seat, he undid one of the handcuffs and reattached it to her chair. She blushed deeply at the humiliation in front of people she had known since her first day in Gayberry as the maiden aunt of their highly respected sheriff. William had assisted Mrs. Bedford to the organ and helped her get onto the organ bench. He uncuffed one of her wrists and attached the other to the music stand on the organ.
"I cannot be expected to play proficiently with one of my hands attached to this music stand" she complained.
"That's true" Professor Hand said, stepping over beside the organ. "Are these handcuffs really necessary given that I am willing to vouch for her in that she will not make any attempt to leave these premises?
"Looks like all of this has all been for nothing" the sheriff said. "Mrs. Bedford is a serious criminal. She was arrested for conspiracy to murder. We don't take those charges lightly here in this town. We follow the letter of the law. And our law says a criminal is not allowed in a public place without appropriate security measures. Do you want to put all of these fine citizens in danger, Professor? Have you no respect for the very concepts of law and order – concepts on which our country was founded?"
"No, of course I don't but this seems silly" the music professor said. "She can't run away. And I certainly do not require a lecture from you on the history of law enforcement in this country. I happen to hold a masters degree. Did you graduate from high school or drop out and get your g.e.d.?"
"I'm sorry, sir" the sheriff said. "But this is how it's going to be. I can take her back home now if you wish. But I refuse to ever endanger the citizens of this town for anyone and I'm afraid that includes you. Do all of you want to be in danger and fear for your lives?"
The entire choir began to murmur in support of the sheriff.
"Well, if that is how it has to be" Professor Hand said. "But could you cuff her left hand instead of the right. She might be able to at least play the vocal parts."
William did that and then he and William took their seats in the baritone section of the choir while Howard Vague joined the other tenors. Randy nodded over to his deputy who was sitting with the tenors and had a dour expression on his face. Then Randy saw that the Colonel was a new addition to the choir. They exchanged a wave and a smile, as Randy did with Velma Sue who was wearing her beautiful smile as she always did. He noticed that Nellie was present at choir tonight, although he didn't remember her having been in the choir before. The rehearsal went reasonably well, given that the organist could only use one hand. The sheriff had noticed that Preacher Smith's wife, Beverly, had also been present during the rehearsal but was not singing. She was seated near the director and seemed to be organizing his music for him. He walked up where they were gathered with the pastor after the rehearsal.
"Mrs. Smith, I don't believe I've seen you here in our church before" he said.
"Why no, sheriff," she said sweetly. "I was just hired as the assistant to your pastor. I will also be working as Professor Hand's assistant. I will keep schedules and act as receptionist for both of them as well as taking care of all the ordering of music and filing. It is a lovely job and I'm just so grateful to both of these fine upstanding Christian men for giving me the opportunity to serve them. This job was a godsend given the recent untimely disappearance of my husband who, as I'm sure you will recall, is a clergyman himself."
"Oh yes, I'm very well acquainted with Reverend Smith" the sheriff said. "And where is your lovely daughter tonight, Mrs. Smith?" I believe her name is Sarah."
"Why yes, sheriff" she said. "My sweet daughter is spending the evening with her best friend Jenny Dykes, who happens to be the daughter of the mayor of this town. They are just the best of friends. My daughter is spending the night with Jenny. The Dykes are certainly one of the best families in Gayberry."
"I was surprised that Mayor Dykes was not here tonight" Professor Hands said. "His booming bass voice usually anchors the bass section. Although he was barely missed since the Colonel has joined the choir. He has one of the finest voices I've ever heard in this town, especially since we lost Homer to the Marine Corps."
"I was delighted to see the Colonel in the choir" the sheriff said as the colonel and Velma Sue walked up to the group, greeting them warmly with hugs.
"Velma Sue, you get more beautiful each day" the sheriff said. "Married life must agree with you."
"I have never been happier" she beamed. "But what woman wouldn't be happy being married to the most wonderful man in the world?"
"I am really delighted to see you so happy" the sheriff said. "I mean that with all my heart."
"I know you do, Randy" she said. "The colonel and I are still hoping you and William will join us for dinner very soon."
"Is William the sheriff's new girlfriend?" Nellie asked acidly as she walked up holding on to Deputy Littleflute''s skinny arm. "My sweet Arney and I are heading to the diner for supper. I'm s we would love to have you and the colonel and the sheriff and William join us unless you are wanting to be alone. Everyone's hearing all the talk about the loud noises coming from Velma Sue's bedroom when you all leave the windows open at night."
"Thank you, Nellie, but the Colonel and I had an early dinner so we could get to bed right after practice. We had a bit of a late night last night."
"Oh really?" Nellie asked suspiciously. "Were the two of you out last night?"
"Oh no" Velma Sue said. "We didn't go anywhere. We were at home. We We went to bed earlier than usual but we just didn't get to sleep early. It's one of the true joys of married life."
They bade the group good night and Nellie again invited the rest of the group to join them at the diner.
"Wednesday night's the pork chop special at the diner" the deputy said. "It's not very good but it's cheap" he quipped to no one's amusement.
They had no takers to join them so they left, Nellie shooting the sheriff an angry look.
Reverend Smucker and Professor Hand pulled the sheriff aside as Howard and William were securing the spreader bars and handcuffs on the women.
"Sheriff, can't we make some accommodation for Mrs. Bedford?" the reverend asked.
"I have a certain reputation as a musician to uphold" the professor said. "I have been offered larger churches in Mount Pilot and in Mount Airy but I have chosen to stay here since my wife is from a very old Gayberry family. But my reputation is very important to me and I cannot and I will not be handicapped in this way."
"I feel the same way, sheriff," the reverend said. "I have a reputation to uphold. I will not have a substandard music program in any church I pastor. I too have had offers from larger congregations but have chosen to stay here because I find this town a pleasant place. Now I hate to make threats. But I don't mind going to the mayor of this town if you persist in handicapping our music program in this manner. You will find out that I am not a man to be trifled with."
"Reverend Smucker, I do not respond well to threats and I sure as hell do not respond well to attempts to bully me into endangering the lives of citizens" Randy said with a hard edge to his voice. You feel free to speak with the mayor. Have him come and talk to me if you can get him out of his own daughter's bed. He won't have far to travel as his ass is already sitting in a cell in my jail. Or you can feel free to talk to his wife who is under house arrest for robbery and for the rape of an underage boy. Or you can talk to the fuckin' governor if you like or even the fuckin' president of the fuckin' United fuckin' States. I have made a decision and it will not change."
The pastor and the music director huffed away, Mrs. Smith trailing closely behind them.
"What a pair of assholes" William chuckled.
"Both of them strike me as impotent blowhards" Howard added as they watched the women waddle back outside to the squad car.
"Get in the back seat of the squad car" Randy ordered. "I don't have time for you bitches to dawdle along. I ain't takin' all night for this."
Randy and William got into the front seat of the car. Howard appeared hesitant to enter the car.
"Howard, are you okay?" Randy asked. "Is something the matter?"
"No, I think I'll just walk since it isn't very far. The truth is I'm just not comfortable rubbing up against women wearing so little in the way of clothes."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Howard," William said, jumping out of the front and piling into the back seat beside Mrs. Bedford.
"Thank you very much, William" Howard said. "It's just that my mother would never approve of me being in a vehicle with women wearing so little. I still have my hang-ups as if she's still looking over my shoulder."
They were home very quickly. They went into the house and the Alabama boys were still up watching television. They were sitting in nothing but their underwear and white socks with beer cans, newspapers and Playboy magazines strewn everywhere..
"About time you got home" Aaron said to Mrs. Bedford. "I think I'd like another slice of that apple pie. I think I'd like you to heat it up and put a big slice of cheese on top. And maybe some ice cream on the side."
The woman glared at him and then looked directly at Randy. She had tolerated all the beating she could for one day so she dropped her eyes and softly said "yes, sir," as she headed to the kitchen.
Aaron picked up his undershirt from the floor and threw it Aunt Flea, shouting "I think I'd like a roast beef sandwich! Put a lot of horseradish on it and none of them nasty-assed goddamned pickles y'all make!"
"That sounds good" Benjie chimed in. "I'd like one of those too and maybe some of those warmed up mashed potatoes!"
"Yes, sir," Aunt Flea said politely. "Your wish is my command."
"Hold up, bitch," Randy snapped. "Did I detect a note of sarcasm in your voice?"
"Oh no sir" Aunt Flea said, backtracking quickly.
"It's a good thing" said the sheriff. "My arm may be worn out but I bet these three young men can wield a ping pong paddle for hours and I won't hesitate to watch them do it. Just give me an excuse. I hereby give them approval to discipline you bitches at any time and in any way they see fit!"
She quickly headed to the kitchen to prepare food for the boys.
All the men laughed as she left the room.
"We're sorry, sheriff, we didn't realize you wanted us to give them two a little hell" Aaron said. "Our mommas would kill us but we can have some fun with it."
"Don't spare the one upstairs either" Randy said quietly. "She is, in case you weren't aware, the mother of that little blonde with the perky tits who got you boys arrested at the Butter Cup. Her momma has always been complicit in her bad behavior. Don't spare the hell."
They said good night, knowing they would be meeting up early the next morning. As William and Randy got back into their car, they noticed the loud music coming from across the street at the Mayor's house. It looked as if every light in the house was on. They decided to investigate so they walked together across the street.
"I can't believe Mayor Asshole hired Mrs. Hunt to look after his daughters" William said. "It seems to me she has the parenting skills of a piranha, given what she allowed her husband to do to Phillip."
"It's pretty unbelievable" Randy replied.
The doorbell was not answered so the men walked in. The door was not locked so they softly called out for the mayor. There was still no answer so they walked through the dining room into the kitchen. When they looked out onto the large deck the mayor had used to host events at his home, they saw the mayor, who appeared naked, at least from the waist up, and Mrs. Hunt who was sitting in his lap in the swirling waters of a hot tub which had not previously been on the deck. Mrs. Dykes had been known in the town for growing beautiful roses. It appeared most of the rose bushes had been destroyed. It looked as if some kind of device had mown them down to get the large hot tub onto the deck. Both the mayor and Mrs. Hunt had wine glasses filled with a red liquid. When they called out his name again, the mayor saw them and invited them to join them."
"Come on in, the water's fine although it's not up to its prime temperature quite yet" the mayor said. "It needs a few more hours to get to its optimal temperature but this beautiful lady and I just couldn't wait."
"I bet you couldn't" William said.
"Is this not the most gorgeous creature you have ever seen in your lives" he asked, pointing to Mrs. Hunt who also appeared to have no clothes on, his words slurred slightly.
"Mr. Mayor, when did you have the hot tub installed on your deck?" Randy asked.
"This angel surprised me with it" the mayor said. "She got here after I hired her this afternoon to look after my girls. We have decided she'll be a live-in nanny for us and she was used to having a pool and a hot tub. So she called and had this delivered and I have a pool company coming out tomorrow to discuss putting in an inground pool. Isn't life just the best!"
"Mr. Mayor, where are your daughters?" William asked.
"Well, Jenny went to spend the night with her friend, Sarah, and the two younger ones are upstairs fast asleep."
"We just saw Sarah's mother at choir practice and she said her daughter was spending the night here with Jenny."
"You must be mistaken" the mayor said arrogantly. "My daughter would never lie to me and I resent any implication that she would. "
Mrs. Hunt stood to pour the two another glass of wine. When she stood, she exposed a pair of absolutely perfect breasts. So perfect indeed that both William and Randy realized that breasts that perfect were not found in nature. It was apparent she'd undergone some very expensive breast augmentation by a very expensive plastic surgeon. She made no attempt to cover them and, in fact, seemed to enjoy having the two men look all they wanted.
Mr. Mayor, do you not feel that you might want to investigate your daughter's whereabouts?" the sheriff asked him.
"Not necessary" he said. "I trust my daughter and that is all that needs to be said. I will say that I will likely be filing divorce papers tomorrow as will my darling Patty here. She is the woman I've always dreamed of without even knowing what I was missing."
"Oh, teddy bear!" she said, holding his head between her large, perfect mounds of silicone.
The men just left without any further words. Randy and William decided to make a run by the Butter Cup Motel, knowing that Jenny and Sarah had used the place earlier to turn tricks. With each of the girls telling a parent she was spending the night with the other, something had to be in the works.. The place wasn't terribly busy on this Wednesday night so they decided to just wait a few minutes for any sight of the young girls and then head for home.
"Were you surprised tonight when the pastor said he had hired Preacher Smith's wife as his new assistant?" William asked.
"Was I ever!" Randy said. "You could've knocked me over with a feather. She had mentioned she had seen a job posting but I never dreamed she could get a job there. Especially not working for both the pastor and the music director."
"Yeah, they both seem taken with her" William said. "I guess it's possible she's sharper than we thought. I'm sure the fact she was married to such a deplorable asshole influenced our opinions."
"Maybe, but you didn't get to see her riding Mr. Hunt or crawling out of the trunk of his shiny new Lincoln naked as a jaybird either. That was quite a sight to see. I think she still has that emerald and diamond ring Mr. Hunt stole from his wife and gave to her. She's a gold digger. I have no doubt of that. And I'm pretty sure Mrs. Hunt is as well."
No shit!" William said. "That pastor and music director certainly have high opinions of themselves, don't they? I hate to make snap judgments and I haven't been in the church that long but both those men kind of gave me the creeps. They just seem so arrogant and so much better than anyone else. That professor has a facial expression that looks as if he smells something unpleasant. I also know that the church is paying him more than double they've ever paid a music director in the past. Rev. Smucker really wanted him and pushed hard to get him hired and to raise the salary to a level he would accept."
"I've known the pastor for years but I've had very little interaction with Professor Hand" Randy said. ." I was on the committee that hired him. I know he had excellent credentials. I've watched him get more arrogant and self-centered over the years. His wife is usually on the front row of the choir sitting right beside the pastor's wife. I didn't see either of them tonight. Could be they were both sick."
"Or it could be they don't like the whore their husbands hired as an assistant to work every day in the office with them" William said. "She flat out looks like a whore and she even smells like a whore. Did you get a whiff of that honeysuckle juice she had sprayed herself in? She reeked!"
"Probably used perfume to cover up the smell of her nasty pussy!" the sheriff said.
"I wonder if Professor Hand and Reverend Smucker had any kind of a preexisting relationship" Randy said. "If that's the case, the reverend clearly wasn't completely truthful with the committee and neither was Professor Hand. When pastor was pushing so hard, I believe it was Mrs. Bedford who asked if they had known each other before. She specifically asked if they might have known one another in college and both denied it."
"We're probably both letting our imaginations run a little wild" William said. Have the pastor and music director shared an assistant before?"
"Definitely not" the sheriff answered. "The music director has never had an assistant. There was always a volunteer who was in charge of the music filing but it was never deemed necessary for the position to have an assistant. I really felt it was a stretch to hire a full time director in a church our size but Mrs. Bedford pushed hard. I think she even volunteered to raise her tithe to cover the additional cost."
They were just about to leave he Butter Cup parking lot when a big black Buick pulled into the parking lot.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was the pastor's Buick" Randy said. "He has one just like it.
He put his car in reverse when William put his hand on Randy's elbow.
"Wait!" he said. Isn't that Professor Hand getting out of the passenger side of the car?"
"I'll be diddly goddamned!" Randy said as both men exited the car with Mrs. Smith exiting on the passenger side. Professor Hand put an arm around her waist as she leaned her head into his shoulder. The pastor went ahead of them and opened the door to room 108 and the three disappeared inside.
"What the fuck is this about?' William asked.
"I am fucked if I even have a clue" Randy answered,