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The doctor sat in the back seat with Sonny, holding him in his arms, the boy's head resting on his furry chest. Within minutes of getting in the car, the boy was sound asleep. No one said a word on the drive home. When they arrived at home, the boy was still asleep and snoring softly.

"I think he's out for a while" the doctor said softly. "I can't stand to wake him up. Would it be okay if I just hold him here while you do other things?"

"Of course" Randy said. "We need to go by the quarters and check on the prisoners. It ain't safe for me to get near that motherfuckin' preacher right now."

"Me either" William said. "The thought of that preacher turns my stomach. What if we just say fuck them all for today? It won't kill them to have no food and water for a whole day. And if it does, I really wouldn't care right now."

"Fuck `em" the sheriff said as he headed the car out to the lake. The handsome boy was still sleeping soundly in the doctor's arms with no signs of waking up.

"We deserve some nice peace and quiet right now I think" the sheriff said as he and William got out of the car.

They had rolled down all the windows. There was a nice breeze so it was perfectly comfortable as the doctor began to nod off with the sleeping boy. Randy and William walked around the lake for a bit, still not talking, just skipping stones on the water's surface from time to time.

"This has been a rough day" William said.

"One of the roughest I ever remember" the sheriff responded.

"Can we help this boy?" the sheriff asked.

They were quiet for a couple of minutes.

"Randy, I've not met a boy yet that you can't help to heal" William said as they sat on the ground beside the lake.

Both men took their shoes and socks off and rolled up their pants legs and put their feet into the cool water of the lake.

"I saw how damaged Kurt was when he came to you" William said. "Remember it was his own daddy and his own uncle that did that to him. I heard him scream out in the night and I saw you hold him and comfort him until he would go back to sleep. Look at where he is now. You'd never know he'd been through something so awful."

"But this boy has been so traumatized and so alone for a much longer time than Kurt" the sheriff said. "He's been out there all by himself carrying burdens no adult should ever have to bear, much less a kid. He's had to care for a father who did awful, unspeakable things to him and complete betrayal by his own mother. Can you imagine?"

"No, I can't" William said. "And thankfully I will never have to. And neither will our boys. That's why we keep going. Neither of us have it in us to leave a boy in pain. It's not in our DNA. The doctor is the same way. Marv and Ben are the same way. The governor and Abe are the same way. Hiram House is the same way. We take it one boy and one day at a time. That's all we can do. "

Tears rolled down the cheeks of both men as they held each other tightly. Eventually William wiped the tears from the sheriff's eyes with his handkerchief.

"Thank you" Randy said.

"You're welcome" William whispered.

"I never thought I'd say this to another man or another woman, for that matter" William said softly. "But I know that I love you, Sheriff Gaylor."

"I didn't think I'd be sayin' them words either" the sheriff said. "But I know I love you, William Walker.

They kissed with an urgency neither man had ever felt as they began undressing each other. In no time they were both naked and devouring each other. Both of their cocks were rock hard as they wrestled on the soft grass.

"I really need you to fuck me, Randy" William said. "I want you to fuck me hard like you've never fucked anybody with that big dick of yours."

"I don''t have any lube" the sheriff said. "I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

"I don't care if you split me the fuck open" William said." I want your dick inside me and I want you to fuck me rough and I want you to fucking breed me!"

William went down on Randy's thick meat, taking it all the way into his throat and contracting his throat muscles.

"Oh holy fuck!" Randy said as he felt the exquisite sensations on his cock.

William sucked on the cock and then began to spit on it repeatedly. Then he sucked it some more until the cock was slick with his own juices.

"Fuck me now" William demanded. "I want your cock in me right this fucking minute, buddy!"

Randy flipped him over onto his back and got between his legs, putting his knees on his shoulders and exposing his hole. The sheriff spit on William's hole then lined his meat up with the hairy rosebud.

"Put it in there and fuck me!" William demanded.

Randy slid his pulsing, thick meat all the way into his best friend in one long stroke. William gasped as the long dick went inside him and filled him to overflowing. Randy hit bottom and William demanded he fuck him hard. Randy began to thrust his big dick in and out of the man he had such strong feelings for.

"Are you all right?" the sheriff asked.

"Never been better" William said. "I want you to breed my manpussy. Fuck me like I've never been fucked!"

The talk revved the sheriff up even further and he began to make long thrusts in and out of the man's slick, hot hole. After a couple of minutes Randy got his feet flat on the ground in a crouched position and started to rabbit fuck his lover with quick strokes like a piston.

"Oh fuck yeah, buddy" William said, gasping for air. "Don't stop now! You're hitting me right on my fuck spot!"

Randy continued to thrust and he managed to get a hand onto William's rock hard cock which was pouring pre-cum.

"Fuck yeah, man, pour that pre-cum out" Randy said, getting his hand covered in the sticky nectar and beginning to pump William's cock with his hand even as he continued the quick strokes in his hole.

"Fuck yeah, this is so good" William said. "Fuck me! Breed me! Tear that motherfucking hole apart!"

Randy felt his nut coming, moving up from his balls into his cock. He came hard, shooting his load into William.

"Fuck buddy, I'm shootin' my fuckload in that hot pussy of yours" he said. "Feel that hot cum in you. I'm breedin' my best buddy in the world. Oh fuck, I goddamn love you and your hot fuckin' hole!"

As Randy felt his load entering his buddy, William began to shoot in Randy's hand. He said nothing but gasped for air as he continued to shoot spurt after spurt of his hot white cream onto Randy's hand and his own hairy belly. Randy saw some of the cum splatter above William's right eye and quickly licked it off, savoring the sweet taste of his lover's cum. Then they collapsed, Randy's slowly softening meat still in William's hole. They both went to sleep like that, in the open, beside the lake naked for the world to see.

But no one saw them. They slept in the warm sun for about thirty minutes. Randy woke first and as he began to disentangle his body from William's the other man awoke. Randy pulled him in for a kiss. It was hot and passionate.

"That may have been the best fuck I ever had in my life" William said.

"That's quite a compliment, coming from the whore of North Carolina" Randy chuckled.

The men began to wrestle, laughing out loud and thoroughly enjoying the moment. They finally settled with Randy flat on his back and William beside him with one of Randy's arms around him, his hand gently stroking William's hairy butt.

"That was exactly what we needed" Randy said. "I have the energy now to do what we have to do."

"I'm with you buddy" William responded.

"You better put your panties on first" William teased as they both dressed except for their shoes and socks and headed back to the car. When they arrived Sonny and the doctor were still sleeping soundly as they had left them with the doctor tenderly holding the handsome muscled boy.

"When they started the car, the doctor and the boy woke up.

"Oh man, how long have I been asleep?" Sonny asked. "I've never felt so rested in my life."

"I'm not sure I have either" the doctor said. "I guess I must not have slept well last night."

"That's the first time I ever remember being held while I slept" Sonny said. "It may have happened when I was too young to remember. I really like it a lot. Can we do it again, like maybe all nigh?"

"Son, we can do whatever you want to do" the doctor said. "You are such a beautiful boy. I want to make sure that you never feel obligated to do anything with anyone. Find your way. Don't hesitate to try new things. But never, ever feel pressured to do anything."

"I promise you that, doctor" the boy said. "But I really did enjoy it. I like feeling your arm still around me. And I'd love to sleep in the same bed with you and you holding me. We don't have to do anything sexual if you don't want to but I'd really like us to hold each other."

"Son, if that is what you want come bedtime, that is what you'll have" the doctor said. "But there are some very handsome young boys at our house and you may want to try things with them. I want you to feel absolutely no pressure to do anything with anybody."

"You have my promise" the boy said. "Is it possible I could get a kiss on the cheek? I've never been affectionate with anyone. The truth is I've never kissed anyone and I'm very anxious to try."

"Of course you can have a kiss on the cheek" the doctor said. "You are going to have pretty much anything you want. The only rule at our house is that no' really means no'.

"I can live with that" Sonny said. "Now could I have that kiss on the cheek?"

"Of course you can" the doctor said, pulling the boy closer to kiss his cheek. The boy moved his head in and found the doctor's lips. They shared a long, passionate kiss on the lips. Both were breathing hard when they finished.

"I'd like to do that a lot" Sonny said.

Doctor Foster was too flustered to speak.

"I think the good doctor enjoyed it too" Randy said as all four shared a good laugh.

They dropped the doctor and Sonny at the house in order to go and meet Robert and Tyler at the jail as it was time for school to be letting out.

"That kid's amazing" William said once they were in the car alone.

"It's like watching a person heal in front of our very eyes" Randy said.

"He has such a capacity for love like I believe most boys do" William said. "What a crying goddamned shame that no one has ever held or kissed that beautiful creature."

"He'll get plenty of love from doc and from all of us" Randy said. "He really seems open to letting people love him. I think getting together with the other boys might even help him. I know it would help the other boys. He's just that kind of kid."

"Are you planning on getting together with the other boys who were cut at the church as a group or individually?" William asked.

"I just ain't sure yet about what would be safest or best" Randy said. "I need some of your brain power"

"My brain's still addled by all of this, buddy" William said. "I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but having your big dick in me was the only time I've felt sane today. Do you think I'm becoming your big dick slut?"

"I wouldn't mind that at all" Randy chuckled as he put his hand on his buddy's thigh.

They were silent the rest of the way to the court house and parked right in front of the building, as usual. As they started inside, a kid on his bicycle rounded the corner, knocking William to the ground. Randy grabbed the kid by his shirt, lifting the rear wheel of the bicycle off the ground. William got up, dusting himself off and apparently uninjured.

"You little dipshit!" Randy exclaimed. "You could seriously injure somebody. It's against the law to ride bicycles on the sidewalks in this town for exactly that reason. Can't you read?"

The boy looked to be around Dopie's age, although he was a bit larger than the sheriff's son.

"Are you all right, William?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, I'm fine" William said. "I could've easily fractured something but I'm okay except for a little skin on my wrist."

"I think you better come on in the courthouse and we need to have a little talk about this."

"Fuck you!" the kid said with a sneer.

"That settles it" the sheriff said, guiding the bike through the large double doors into the jail. He lifted the boy off the bike and put the kickstand on so the bike would stand.

"Give me back my bike." the kid said angrily. "My paw just bought it for me down at the Western Auto and he paid seventy dollars for it. He had told me I'd have to save up my allowance and pay for it myself but I threw a tantrum and my mom made him go and buy it for me without it costing me a nickel out of my allowance."

"Sounds like your paw may not be the smartest man in town" the sheriff said. "I'm impounding this bicycle until you bring your paw down here to talk."

The kid dropped to the floor and began pounding his fists on the floor and kicking his feet and letting out loud cries.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? the sheriff asked.

"I'm having a tantrum" the boy said. "And I'll hold my breath till I pass out. Then you'll be in trouble. My dad will sue you and get all your money. Then you'll see. My daddy don't let nobody mistreat me."

"Why aren't you in school anyway?"

"I faked my dad's writing and wrote Mrs. Crump a note saying I had an appointment with the dentist so I could ride my bike. She fell for it" the boy laughed.

"What's your name, boy?" the sheriff asked.

"None of your business" the boy said. "I ain't done nothin' but ride my bicycle. Nobody get hurt and I didn't hurt a thing. Now give me back my bicycle!"

"Son, I'm feeling generous today" the sheriff said." I ain't sure if I ought to but I'm gonna give you a second chance. I want you to understand that there will be no bicycle riding on the sidewalks in this town. Do you understand that is a law and will you follow it from now on if I let you go and give you your bicycle back?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said with a sweet smile.

He left without even a thank you and Randy went to his desk.

"I don't know if that was the right move" the sheriff said. "I hope it won't come back to bite me in the ass. I'm pretty sure I know a fake smile when I see one. The boy may have smiled with his mouth, but I'm almost sure he was sayin' `fuck you' under his breath."

"I think it's fine to show the boy some mercy" William said. "I wasn't hurt and maybe the boy learned a lesson."

"Sounds like maybe the boy's paw needs a lesson more than the boy does" the sheriff said."

"Do you think one of you handsome men might let me have a shower?" Mr. Hunt said from his cell. I wouldn't object if either one of you wanted to shower with me."

Randy and William hadn't really even been conscious the man was in the cell during the altercation with the young bicycle rider. The man was standing at the door of his cell, still wearing nothing but the sheer women's panties. Obviously the deputy was working his shift at the service station glory hole since it was likely Howard was tied up most of the day with Hiram and Mr. Miller on construction business. Randy was walking over to the cell when the door burst open. It was Jeff Pruitt, one of the farmers in the area.

"Sheriff, you need to come quick" the man said, his voice very excited.

The men ran out with Jeff to find Mrs. Mendelson flat on the sidewalk. The older lady was a lifelong resident of the town and a widow who rented rooms in her home for extra money. She had been carrying a bag of groceries which were now scattered on the sidewalk and into the street. She was conscious but seemed dazed.

"Mrs. Mendelson, what in the world happened?" the sheriff asked, bending to check her out. "Did you fall down?"

"Hell no, she didn't just fall" Jeff Pruitt said excitedly. "Some little towhead kid on a bicycle came flying around the corner and knocked her flat!" Flint said. "I' would've gone after him but I thought I better help the lady first."

"OF course, Jeff," Randy said. "That was the right thing to do. Did you see where the kid went? "

"He went flyin' off down the sidewalk, laughing" Flint said. "I think the little bastard did it on purpose!"

They assisted the lady into the court house jail and Jeff followed after gathering up her groceries. She appeared to be fine physically, still slightly dazed. They had her in a chair and brought her a drink of water. She seemed to be recovering her wits.

"Jeff, was the bicycle a shiny new one with red fenders and streamers on the handlebars?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir" the man said. "Sounds like you've seen him. I don't think I ever seen the kid around here before."

"I encountered him earlier" the sheriff said. "He knocked William down and I was about to impound his bicycle. But I had a moment of weakness and let him go without even getting' his name. I let him sass me and then walk out. I'll hunt the little fucker down and get that bicycle if it's the last thing I fucking do today!"

They were all having a chuckle about the sheriffs' rough language, even the genteel, elderly lady. Jeff agreed to see the lady home and William and Randy went to look for the delinquent bicycle rider. They drove around about ten minutes without sighting the young rider. Then as they were passing the church, William saw him on the sidewalk on the north side of the church. Randy quickly drove around, cut through the parking lot, jumped out of the car and crouched at the corner of the church. As the boy came by, the sheriff jumped out from behind the wall. The kid was startled. He lost control of the bicycle and fell to the ground.

"What the fuck were you doin, old man?" the boy started shouting as he stood up and inspected his bicycle. There appeared to be no damage.

"I let you off once today, young man" the sheriff said. "That will not happen again."

"You gonna take me to jail?" the boy sneered. "My daddy will have me out before you can snap your fucking fingers. My mom will make him sue you and you won't even have a job when we get through with you. My daddy is an attorney and he'll wipe you out."

Randy had the boy now lifted up by the collar of his shirt. He lifted the boy off the ground and the kid tried without any luck to squirm free.

"Your paw is an attorney here in town?" the sheriff asked. "He must be new. I know most of them."

"He sure is" the boy said haughtily. "Arnold Winkler, Senior, attorney at law" the boy said. "My mom says he'll erase every hick country lawyer in this town in no time."

"So if you paw is Arnold Senior, that must make you Arnold Winkler, Junior" the sheriff said. "Thank you for sharing that. Now I can contact your paw to come to the jail."

The boy was pissed that he had been tricked into giving the sheriff his name. The sheriff half-carried/half-drug the boy back to the jail while William followed in the car. When they got into the building, the sheriff threw the boy into the empty cell.

"My dad will get you for this" Arnold said, pitching a fit. "You won't get by this! He'll have your badge and more than that, he'll have your goddamned nuts in his pocket. Nobody fucks with me, especially in this shithole town. You just wait and see."

"Son, if you say another word, I will beat that little ass of yours myself."

The boy calmed down and sat on the cot.

"You better call my dad and you better call him right now" the boy demanded.

"I ain't callin' nobody till you simmer down a little" the sheriff said. "Then I'm gonna call your paw and invite him over here. And I'm gonna tell him about what you've done and what you've said. I have a feelin' you may not be able to sit down for supper for a few nights."

"You think my old man's gonna hit me?" the boy asked arrogantly. "My mother would never let him lay a finger on me even if he wanted to, which he don't. You're dreamin' sheriff. I got both of them wrapped around my little finger, especially my mom."

"He held up his right pinkie and gave a sneering smile to the sheriff.

"Who's the naked perv in the panties over there?" the boy asked, pointing at Mr. Hunt.

Mr. Hunt seemed to be embarrassed at having the young boy see him naked except for the sheer panties and lay down on his cot, covering himself with the sheet.

"Don't you worry about that" the sheriff said. "He ain't botherin' you and he ain't goin' to."

The boy settled down and sat in his cell with his arms crossed, appearing to pout.

"I'd like to tear that cute little ass of his up with a leather strap" the sheriff told William, as he returned to his desk.

He reached the boy's father's office by phone and was told the man was with a client and would return his call as soon as possible. The sheriff and William began to go through the bag they had gotten from Mr. Churchill earlier and round a dozen cock cages in all sizes. There were some that would fit even the smallest of boy cocks to the jumbos for a cock like the sheriff's or the warden's. There were a half dozen items which Randy wasn't familiar with. They were six to nine inches long and looked like dildoes. They were hollow at the end and the bottom screwed off to allow insertion of batteries. There were also remote controls with warnings on each device that instructions should be followed carefully to prevent potential injuries. William look over the attached information and whistled quietly.

"These fuckers could really do some fucking damage" he said. "These aren't toys as much as they are serious torture instruments. I bet it would feel really good inside a hole turned on a low setting. It vibrates and sends a shock. I'm getting hard thinking about how one would feel turned on a low setting and lodged right against my prostate gland. It might feel almost as good as that big dick of your feels inside me."

"We could try one on Mr. Hunt if we didn't have the brat here" the sheriff said. "He's itchin' to have soemthin' in that hole of his. He's really scared that gland's gonna wither and dry up and that will be the end of any sexual atisfaction for him."

"Doc says the chances of him ever achieving any kind of real climax are slim to none" William said. "He will be able to leak some thin pre-cum but without testicles he won't be producing sperm and eventually he won't produce testosterone. He'll still have his penis but it won't get hard. It'll still feel nice when it's rubbed but without the potential for any kind of climax, it will likely just lead to increased frustration. I swear he's already acting more feminine. He loves wearing panties. But I think there was some of that behavior before he got his nuts cut off. Some men enjoy wearing women's lingerie. I'd like to see your uncut meat busting out of a pair of panties."

"Don't hold your breath, buddy" the sheriff chuckled. "Although if you was to want to see me in a pair of panties, I'd probably give it a try."

"I wouldn't mind looking at you in a pair of sheer panties and watching that meaty log get thicker and thicker till it just busted out and started dripping juice down your thigh."

"Careful, buddy" the sheriff chuckled. "You're getting' me stirred up."

"We could take a break in the back room" William said. "We could leave asshole senior and asshole junior out here and go back there. I'd love to suck that thing for you right now."

Before Randy could respond, a man whom Randy didn't know walked into the building. He was a shade shorter than William and nice enough looking but not Hollywood handsome. He introduced himself as Arnold's father, Arnold Senior, and apologized for the delay in getting to the jail after he was notified his son was there. He explained he was a lawyer in a solo practice and had been with a client working out details on a divorce. Young Arnold began to immediately get rowdy, starting to shout at the sheriff and his father that he ought to be let out of that cell immediately. The boy was pitching quiet a temper tantrum and did not respond to his father's calls for him to calm down.

"Do you suppose we might get him out of the cell?" the man asked. "I will vouch for his behavior. I know Arnold has a temper but he is really quite harmless. I am afraid his mother has spoiled him rotten and let him get quite out of control."

"Fuck you" Arnold shouted at his father. "Mom's gonna be pissed as hell when she finds out about this."

"Watch your language, young man! Don't you think I tried to reach your mother when I first got the call t hat you were here?" his dad asked. "I ddn't want to leave you here any longer than we had to but she was nowhere to be found, as usual."

Randy and William weren't sure what that remark meant but chose not to acknowledge it as the boy continued to demand he be given his bike and allowed to go home with his father.

"Settle down, son" the man said quietly. "You need to be quiet while we adults figure this thing out. Please take a seat in that chair while we discuss this, Arnold."

Instead of obeying, the boy lit into his father, throwing wild punches. One landed right in his nuts, causing him to fall to his knees as William grabbed the boy's hands and pulled them behind him while the sheriff cuffed his hands behind his back.

"I don't think the cuffs are necessary" the father said as he recovered his breath. "There was no damage done and I think Arnold will behave himself now."

"Why would you expect that, Mr. Winkler, when your son just coldcocked you?" the sheriff asked.

The man was silent as he took a seat and William brought him a glass of water.

"Get me the fuck out of here" the boy continued to shout, squirming wildly in the chair.

"Boy, I suggest you shut your yapper before we get some tape and tape your ankles together and then put a strip of tape over your mouth" the sheriff threatened.

"Please, men, I don't think that will be necessary" the older man said. "Arnold is just a high-spirited boy whose mother has let him get away with too much. He never obeys her. I've had to hire tutors because his grades are dropping. She won't make him do his homework and we end up fighting if I try to intervene. I'm very afraid I've allowed her to ruin my boy."

"Mr. Winkler, you are doing your son no favors by letting him get so out of control" William said. "The sheriff and I have boys about the same age as Arnold and I have an older son in college. We know things can get out of hand before you know it."

"Fuck you!" Arnold shouted at all the adults. "Fuck every one of your skanky old asses.!"

"Arnold, I will not tell you again to simmer down and keep your mouth closed" Mr. Winkler said. "You know it's improper to use that kind of language. I don't even know where you've heard such!"

"And what are you gonna do about it if I don't?"the boy asked smartly. "I don't have to listen to you any more than my mom does. Like when you've told her to stop fucking that cop over in Mount Pilot. She ain't even slowed down. As a matter of fact, he's bringin' a friend with him now and both of them fuck her. I saw it when I skipped school last Monday. You know it and you ain't got the balls to do a goddamn thing about it. You're chickenshit and I don't have to do a thing you tell me."

Mr. Winkler looked at the floor, unable to meet the eyes of the men or his son.

"Unfortunately, the boy's not lying" Mr. Winkler said softly. "I'm sorry you had to hear all of my family's dirty laundry get aired out. I know I need to take control but I've been so afraid she'd leave me and I wouldn't have a clue about how to raise a son on my own. Now I know what my son thinks of me and I am so ashamed."

"I don't want to hear your bullshit" the boy said. "I just want to get my bike and go home. Why don't you put my old man in that cell? Yeah, put him in and let him serve my time"

"We haven't even discussed what my son did" the man said. "What was it little Arnold did?"

The men explained he had been caught twice violating a city ordinance prohibiting bicycles on sidewalks. They further explained he had hit an elderly lady and they were all lucky that she had narrowly avoided serious injury.

"That is serious" the man said. "Especially when he committed the same offense after being warned."

"Yes, it is" the sheriff said. "I'm afraid we can't just drop the matter."

"I totally understand, sheriff" Mr. Winkler said. "We are fortunate that someone was not seriously injured and this behavior must be punished."

"Take my old man" the boy said. "Throw his ass in jail. I'm ready to go ride my bike some more."

"What is the punishment for this, sheriff?" the man asked.

"Well, it should be a thirty day impound of the bicycle for each offense, so I need to lock the bicycle up for sixty days" the sheriff explained. "But I think if a paw is willin' to take control of a situation, then he's the best judge of what a boy's punishment ought to be. The question is whether you, as a paw, are ready to do that."

"You ain't keeping my bicycle" the kid said angrily. "You can lock my old man up for sixty days but you ain't getting' my bicycle!"

"Sheriff, I don't think impounding my son's bicycle will be necessary" the man said quietly as Arnold began to gloat.

"See, I told you my daddy wouldn't let you do nothin' to me" young Arnold said.

"It won't be necessary" Mr. Winkler said "because I'm selling the boy's bicycle."

It took a minute for the words to register for the boy. Then he realized he had overplayed his hand.

"You are not taking my bike!" the boy said. "I won't let you!"

The boy was on the floor now, kicking his feet and having a full blown tantrum.

Mr. Winkler looked as if he didn't know what to do next.

"I'm sorry I don't have a woodshed here but I do have a wooden paddle and a couple of ping pong paddles" the sheriff said with a chuckle.

Mr. Winkler didn't appear to understand until the sheriff made a swatting motion with the ping pong, landing on William's butt cheeks.

"You mean...?" Mr. Winkler asked.

"Yes, sir," the sheriff said. "I think we're on the same page now, sir. We can give you privacy or we can help you out. Like we told you, we're raisin' boys ourselves. If it's done right, it don't have to be done often but you better start today getting' things under control."

You're right" Mr. Winkler said. But I really don't know where to start."

"If you'd like, we can get you started" William said. "It's important for a boy to experience some pain with punishment. But boys soon forget pain. What they will remember is the feeling of humiliation. You have to explain exactly what's going on and you may have to tape your blubberin' boy's mouth for starters."

The man took the roll of duct tape and roughly lifted his son out of the floor. With assistance from William and Randy, they applied a roll of tape around the boy's handsome blonde head, covering his mouth. Arnold's eyes were wide, now afraid of what was planned for him. He was attempting to talk but his words were muffled by the mouth covering. Mr. Winkler looked as if he had no idea what to do next.

"I've got more experience, having raised two sons so I'll get you started" William said, taking off his tie and his white dress shirt.

He was wearing a white undershirt which exposed the top of his hairy chest, his muscled biceps, and his bushy pits. Mr. Winkler's expression indicated he admired William's body but that he was afraid to let his admiration show. William took a seat in the chair beside the desk and instructed the boy to get over his knee. Arnold attempt to run, but William tripped him and the boy went sprawling into the floor. William and Randy laughed at him as William grabbed the collar of the boy's shirt, picked him up, and roughly put the boy over his knee. Mr. Winkler's expression was hard to read. It looked as if he was nervous, yet excited to see his son being punished. Randy put a reassuring hand on the man's shoulder.

"You do know this is for your boy's own good" the sheriff said quietly. "This boy is on a track which could lead to prison and believe me, you don't want that for your only son."

"No, of course I don't" he said. "I'm so grateful that you guys are willing to help me learn to be a real father. I am throwing that adultering bitch I'm married to out of the house the minute we get home tonight."

"Will she fight you for Arnold if you do that?" the sheriff asked.

"No way in hell" the man chuckled. "I have pictures of all of it" the man said. "To be honest, I found it a turn on to watch my wife get fucked, even when her cop boyfriend started bringing his buddies over to fuck her. I made sure it never happened when my son was around – onlyt when he was at school or at a friend'shouse. But it's time to end it. I can never take control of my boy until she's out of the picture. I'm responsible for the boy being here and I have to be accountable for what he is becoming."

William was using his open palm to smack the boy's butt and Arnold continued to squirm and struggle.

"Stand up, boy!" William said as the other men watched him lift the boy to a standing position.

"Drop those pants!" William ordered.

The boy stood there, making no move to obey.

"I'll count to three and if those pants aren't at your ankles, I'll double the licks I was planning" William said sternly. "I don't play."

The boy stood there, again making no move to unbuckle his belt until William had counted to two. Then the boy slowly moved to unbuckle his belt. It was not fast enough for William as the man knocked the boy's hands away and roughly undid the belt and the pants and quickly had them around the boy's ankles and in a flash the boy was over his knees again, his smooth white legs exposed and his little boy butt now covered only by the thin fabric of his Superman briefs. The boy started to struggle again. He was attempting to yell, but his words couldn't be made out because of the tape over his mouth. William began a fast series of slaps on the boy's underwear with his open palm, occasionally drifting lower to deliver a blow to his bare white thigh. Each time that happened, the boy screamed even louder. William showed no sign of slowing down for another four minutes. Then he paused and told the boy to stand.

"Arnold stood and William roughly jerked the tape from over his mouth. Then he bent and removed the boy's shoes and socks. Arnold didn't resist that move.

"That didn't hurt all that much, asshole," the boy taunted. "If you think you taught me a lesson, you're just a goddamn fool like my old man."

"No, son," William said quietly. "Oh no. I've only begun and before we finish, your dad, the sheriff and I will have you begging us to stop and you'll be promising to change your ways. That's a promise."

William again grabbed the boy and put him over his knees. The boy struggled to get free but he was no match for William's strength. William took one hand and pulled the waistband of the Superman briefs down, revealing the boy's creamy bubble butt. Randy heard the father of the boy gasp softly as William revealed the son's bare bottom. He told the boy to spread his legs and when he didn't, he began to smack the boy's bare white buttocks harder than ever.

"Stop, stop, godammit!" the boy begged. "I'm spreading my legs. Just stop it! That hurts."

"You ain't felt nothin' yet, son" William said as he grabbed the ping pong paddle and began to deliver hard, loud swats to the boy's bare buttocks.

William then grabbed the underwear and pulled them completely off, tossing them to his dad, who caught them on his index finger.

"Stop it, goddammit!" the boy screamed, as the blows continued to land and the boy's creamy buttocks turned redder and redder.

Randy and Mr. Winkler stood watching William spank the boy who was now naked below the waist and was wearing only a knit polo shirt.

"I didn't even know the boy had started getting pubes. his father said quietly to the sheriff.

"I didn't get a good look, but it looks like he's got the start on a nice thick blonde bush" the sheriff said. "I think I'm seeing a few blonde hairs startin' up around his hole too. There ain't nothin' wrong with admirin' your boy's body, Arnold. He's part of you and I know now it's a good thing for a boy and his dad to get familiar with each others' bodies."

"I just didn't realize he had hit puberty" the man said. "I should have but since we moved here I've been working too many hours and not paying attention to my son. I'll admit I've taken refuge in my office and in my work to avoid my home situation. But this is a wake up call for me and I promise you that."

"I understand, Arnold" the sheriff said. "It's easy to get caught up in other things. I hope you know that William and I will be here to help out any way we can. We've got several boys living with us now. I think it might be good for you and Arnold to visit. Several of our boys have been badly abused by their paws and other men. They're all damaged but it's amazin' to see how fast a boy can heal with a little bit of love."

William had laid the paddle on the desk and was rubbing the boy's now crimson cheeks. The boy had gotten quiet. It was obvious he was fighting back tears as William rubbed his red buttocks and began to put his hand close to the boy's hole.

"Looks like Arnold is a little ahead of my boy when it comes to puberty" William said. "Billy Paul's got more pubes but he hasn't started developing hair around his hole yet. Looks like Arnold is beginning to get a few blonde hairs here if you look real close."

The man took both hands and spread the boy's buttcheeks apart, exposing his perfect pink hole with just a few soft blonde hairs beginning to sprout.

"As I told the sheriff, I didn't realize my boy had started puberty" the man said. "I've been putting off for a couple of years doing what I knew I'd have to do at some point. I've looked the other way on his whoring mother and let her continue to slut around the way she did in college. I thought it was sexy then. I even enjoyed watching her with other men. I'm realizing now what that says about my own sexuality. I'm taking responsibility for my son starting right now. I'll be kicking that bitch out of our house this afternoon and she will not be back. I have plenty of video and photographic evidence to prove she has no business around a child. I've got a lot of fence mending to do and I'm starting today."

"I think you need to take over now, Arnold" William said, helping the boy to a standing position as he rubbed his red butt cheeks. "I think your son needs to feel your own hands on him and then the sheriff's."

"No, goddammit" the boy said. "I've had enough. I want my bicycle and we're going home. My mom's gonna be pissed as hell about all of this!""

"You don't have any control here, son" the father said. "You've been in control for too long. That's all done and over. So is the coddling by your mother. I realize it's my own fault but I didn't realize just how out of control you had gotten. This is not acceptable. Now get your ass up on that desk. Get on your knees and present that ass to me. I'm going to tear it up now."

"But daddy, you can't do that" the boy protested. "Mom has never let you even yell at me."

"That's right, son" the father said. "But those days are over. She hasn't even bothered to hide her slutting around from you. I didn't know you were already almost a man. I have to take responsibility and I will not tolerate another minute of your bullshit. Now get on that fucking desk on your knees and elbows. Present your ass to your father!"

"Were you in the military, Arnold?" William asked. "You sound like a man who knows how to take control and give orders."

"Yes, I was in Navy Intelligence all the time I was in law school." The man said. "That's what makes the situation so shameful. I've let a juvenile delinquent get out of hand right under my own nose."

"It ain't too late for either one of you, Mr. Winkler," the sheriff said. "I think you've got the right idea."

"I sure as hell do" the man said as he removed his white dress shirt, revealing a muscled upper body and nice biceps. "I'm done with being pushed around by a wife and a boy whose misbehavior was getting out of control. The nights when I spent the night on the sofa in my office or staying in some cheap motel to avoid the fighting at home are over. I will take control of things from this day forward."

The man began to rub his son's red buttocks and even spread the cheeks, revealing a perfect pink hole. The boy flinched when his dad's big hand touched his buttock. That was met with a flurry of swats with the paddle from the boy's father

"This bullshit behavior is going to stop right here and right now!" the man said as he swatted the boy's buttocks much harder than William had. "It will not be tolerated for another minute. You will be kind and mannerly and you will say please and you will say thank you! Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir, yes, sir" the boy said as the blows rained down on his buttocks. "Please, I swear I'll behave. I'll never do that again."

"You sure as hell won't" the dad said as he continued to spank the boy who was now crying loudly as the blows continued. "The days of running to your mother are over. You will do as you are told and you will not be disrespectful to another fucking human being. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir, I promise, just please stop" the boy begged. "It's hurting too bad."

"Use proper English" the father said. "It is badly' not bad'. It is an adverb. You know better."

"Yes, sir, yes, sir" the boy sobbed." It hurts too badly. I'm sorry!"

The blows stopped and the father started to gently and tenderly rub the boy's buttocks which were now crimson. He got on the desk and took his boy in his arms, holding him as both father and son wept.

"You may not believe me now, Arnie, but that hurt me as badly if not worse than it did you" Arnold said to his son as he tenderly wiped the tears from his face. "Things cannot and will not go on as they have. I realize I've let you down. I didn't realize what a big boy you had gotten to be. I've let you see far too much that's gone on with your mother. I thought you were still a little boy and I had plenty of time to make changes. I was wrong about that. But I absolutely will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir, dad," the boy said. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to pay more attention to me. I promise I'll be better."

"That' a good start" the father said. "You will apologize to the sheriff and later we will take flowers to the elderly lady you hit and you will apologize to her as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the boy answered softly.

Mr. Winkler was now stroking the smooth skin of his son's bare thigh and he noticed the boy's little uncut cocklet was becoming hard.

"Stand up and let me have a look at you" the man instructed his son.

"Oh dad, no, I'm kind of embarrassed." the boy said.

"Wrong answer, son" the man said sternly. "There will be no more of that bullshit backtalk. You will stand up immediately or I will turn you back over my knee and tear that ass up further. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, the boy said, scrambling to stand erect in front of his father, William, and the sheriff.

When he stood, it was clear the boy's cock was hardening and hardening fast. It was a nice boy cock, about three and a half inches soft and getting thicker and longer by the second. It had a nice little patch of brownish-blonde hairs right above it. As the boy got harder, his foreskin retracted, showing part of a very pink cockhead.

"Are you embarrassed about your erection, son?" Mr. Winkler asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy answered.

"There is no reason for you to be ashamed of having a hard cock" the man said. "All of us get hard often. It is nothing to be ashamed of around other men. You know how long I served in the military. We were getting hard all the time and it's impossible to hide them all day and all night. It's the most natural thing in the world. Wouldn't you agree, sheriff?"

"I certainly do" Randy answered. "Until recently my son and I weren't very open about these things, but that's all changed because of my friend William. And I'm happy it has. Now Dopie and me have a whole new relationship and we ain't in the least shy about seein' each other naked or hard."

"How often do you masturbate?" Arnie?" William asked the boy.

The boy stuttered and his face turned red.

"I, uh, I don't..."

His father cut him off.

"Arnold, Jr., we do not lie to each other" the father said to his son. "This gentleman asked you a question and you will answer it truthfully and immediately."

"Yes, sir," the boy said meekly. "I guess I do it every day at least one time. Sometimes two or three times."

"Have you done it with other boys or men?" William asked.

"No, sir," the boy said in almost a whisper. "But I've thought about it. I mean, sometimes when I'm doing it, I think about my dad and how it would be to do it with him and stuff."

"I'm glad to hear that, son," William said. "You dad is a very handsome man. I can't imagine a boy or a man who wouldn't get hard at the thought of masturbating or even doing more with your father. I think we'd like to see you touch yourself now, Arnie," William said. "Assuming that is okay with your father."

"Absolutely" Arnold said. "I'd love to see my son masturbate. I've fantasized about this day for a long time."

"Really,dad?" the boy asked. "You've thought about being naked with me?'

"Many times, son," the man said honestly.

Young Arnold started to touch his hard little cock, slowly moving the foreskin back and forth over the cockhead.

"Would you like me to hold you while you do that, son?" the man asked his son.

"Umhuh," the boy said. "I'd like that a lot."

The man took his seat in the chair and had his son sit on his lap. He held the boy and whispered encouragement to him as he slowly beat his hard little cock and the men watched.

"Does that feel good, son?" the man asked, stroking the boy's thigh, his fingers grazing the lad's smooth nut sac. "You like touching your hard cock?"

"Oh yes,dad," it feels so good" the boy answered. "It's never felt so good as it does with you watching me."

The dad lifted the boy's hand off his meat and began to beat the boy's meat with his thumb and index finger, gently guiding the boy's head to the man's furry chest. The boy inhaled the scent of his dad as his father began to tease his little pink nut sac with his remaining fingers.

"Suck daddy's hairy mantit like you're trying to get milk, son" he whispered to his son, as he teased the boy's ear with his wide, wet tongue.

"Ummmm" the boy said. "That's so good."

Then the dad licked his own hand and began to use his wet, slick hand to stroke the boy. The boy gasped sharply as he felt his father's hand on his meat and his dad's tongue on his neck at the same instant. He was moaning and whimpering as if there was no one else on the planet. As the dad continued to stroke his son, Tyler and Robert walked in the door, still with their book packs on their backs. When they saw what was happening, both boys' eyes widened but they said nothing. As the sheriff quickly walked over silently and put his finger to his lips to shush them. They watched silently as this handsome man jerked his cute son off in the middle of the jail which was as silent as a morgue. Nothing could be heard except the young Arnold's moans and whimpers. His eyes were closed and he continued to inhale the sweet fragrance of his own father as he felt his dad's hands move on his hard little cocklet and kiss and lick the boy's soft neck. Only a couple of minutes later, young Arnold began to gasp for breath. He softly begged his dad not to stop as his legs went rigid and the boy began to tremble, almost as if he was having a seizure. But his dad held him even more tightly and whispered in his ear to just enjoy the feelings as little Arnold enjoyed a strong climax. Mr. Winkler took his hand away from the boy's cock and looked at it to see if the boy was making cream. He looked pleased to see that the climax had been completely dry. When the boy calmed down, his dad hugged him tightly. The boy looked around the room as if waking from a trance.

"My boy just had a dry climax for me" Mr. Winkler said. "It's the first one we've ever shared together."

"And these guys are Tyler and Robert" the sheriff said. "They're here for a bit of what Arnold Junior had earlier."

"You boys are here to get your bottoms tanned?" Mr. Winkler asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir" Tyler said sheepishly. "My buddy and I got into some trouble. It could've been big trouble and we could've really hurt our dads but the sheriff and Mr. Will helped us out with a second chance."

"These boys don't look like run of the mill troublemakers, sheriff," Arnold Winkler said. "As a matter of fact, they look like a couple of wholesome high school jocks. What did these boys do to get in trouble with you, sheriff?"

"I think they could best explain it theirselves" the sheriff said.

"Yes, sir," Robert spoke up. "Me and Tyler, he's my best buddy in the whole world, we let ourselves get flimflammed into going to a party on a school night with a couple of girls we shouldn't have been running around with and we got kind of drunk. The sheriff and Mr. William understood that if we got sent to juvie, it would really upset our dads. They gave us a chance to take our punishments like men and we're sure thankful for it."

"Don't misunderstand, sir, neither of us is blaming them girls" Tyler added. "The blame rests squarely on our own shoulders. We should have been mature enough to turn that stuff down but the failing was completely ours."

"I'm glad the sheriff and William were understanding" Mr. Winkler said as he helped Arnold get his clothes back on. "This is my son, Arnold and I'm Arnold Winkler, Sr. We usually call my boy Arnie so it doesn't get too confusing."

They all shook hands

"Would you like my boy and me to leave while you discipline these boys, sheriff?" the man asked politely.

"Absolutely not" the sheriff said. "They may not be comfortable strippin' down in front of strangers but punishment ain't about bein' comfortable. In fact, it's about the exact opposite."

Tyler and Robert began undressing, neatly folding each article of clothing as they took it off. When the boys were down to only their white jockey shorts, they stood waiting for further instructions.

"Drop them shorts too, boys" the sheriff ordered.

Both boys blushed as they removed their briefs, revealing strong young bodies. Both boys were developing well with some hair on their chests and thick pubes. Tyler had quite a thick patch of fuzz around his navel and Tyler had a very large set of nuts. Both boys were wearing the chastity cages they had been placed in.

"Very nice, sheriff," Mr. Winkler said. "I haven't seen one of those cages since my Navy days. The officers used those on the ships, especially the submarines, to keep the sailors in line. It's a very undervalued form of punishment. I have long thought they should be used in punishment for legal infractions, particularly among juveniles."

"It's fairly new here" William said. "Two of the boys living with us have been in chastity for a couple of weeks now. Their grades seem to be improving. We just put Tyler and Robert in theirs last night and we haven't determined how long they'll be locked up. We're thinking we'll keep them in the cages at least until the next report card and if their grades improve, we may unlock them. If not, they can stay in chastity for another six weeks."

"What are those things, dad?" young Arnie asked. "They look funny."

"They're not funny if they're on your willy, son," the man said. "You know how good you felt when I just masturbated you? Well, those cages make it painful to get hard and make it so that you can't touch your own cock when it gets hard. Nobody else can touch it either. Do you mind if we look closer?"

"Not at all" William said as both boys blushed, not accustomed to be touched so intimately by strangers.

Arnold Sr. began to handle Tyler's cage, pointing out to his son how the ring went around the nut sac and the cock, then the cage attached and locked.

"These boys have a pretty tight fit" Mr. Winkler said. "Both boys are packing slightly above average."

He ran his hands through the boy's pubes and down their thighs, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from Tyler and Robert.

"I have a smaller one that will fit Arnie if you think it's necessary" William said, producing a small cage from the big desk drawer. "Mr. Churchill from the high school has ordered them for us in all sizes. He's been using them for years to keep his actors in line when they're cast in a school production. As I told you, we have sons of our own and we wouldn't hesitate to use them. We know how much a boy enjoys the feeling of a climax."

"Do you think you need one of these on your willy, son" Mr. Winkler asked Arnie.

"No, sir," the boy answered. "I really wouldn't want that. I promise it won't be necessary."

"Go ahead and take one" William said, presenting the cage and the key to the man. "You'll have it if you need it."

"Thank you very much" Mr. Winkler said.

The sheriff had Tyler and Robert get on the desk on their knees and elbows and proceeded to give each of the boys twenty licks with the leather straps. Both boys were in tears when they finished. Their asses were fiery red, but both boys thanked the sheriff and William.

"Okay, you boys, do a quick going-over on the jail, take the trash out and we'll give you some time off for good behavior today."

"That's great! Tyler said. "Mark and Jimmy invited us over to your house to study with the doctor if it's okay with you. We really liked being with them at your house and they told us they have a study session every day after school. Do you mind if we join them?"

"Not at all, son," the sheriff said, ruffling the boy's hair. "You are welcome to join that group anytime you like. It's a case of the more the merrier' with Doctor Foster. I think he'd pack a hundred boys in that house if he could and ever' one of em would get his personal attention."

"Arnie, would you like to join the boys for some study when we get done here?" William asked. "Doc always has a great snack and as soon as they finish snancking, they settle in for studying. They help each other and a couple of boys who have already graduated help the boys too. When they're all done, they usually hit the swimming pool. Do you know our boys, Dopie and Billy Paul."

"I know them but I don't know them well" the boy said. "I'm still kind of new at the school and it's not always easy to break in with the kids who have been together since first grade."

"Well if it's all right with y our paw, we'll take you over there and let you get to know our boys better" the sheriff said. "Would you like that?"

"I sure would" the boy said enthusiastically. "I'd like that a lot."