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Robert and Tyler went to work cleaning up the jail with Arnold Junior pitching in to help them. The sheriff insisted they remain nude and Arnie even stripped off his clothes so he would be like them. Mr. Winkler asked if he might use the desk and the typewriter and the sheriff welcomed him to do so as he pulled papers out of his big, weathered-looking briefcase. In thirty minutes the jail looked as neat and orderly as it ever had.

"I may get rid of that damned deputy of mine and hire you boys to take care of this place" the sheriff laughed. "You did a great job. Now get your clothes on and we'll head over to our place. With any luck there'll be plenty of snack food left. Doc always makes enough food for an army."

"Will you let Arnie ride with you?" Mr. Winkler asked. "I dread it but it's time for me to head to my house and clean things out. I put the finishing touches on divorce papers I've been carrying around for months and also a document saying my wife surrenders any parental rights to our son. Our deal is that I always call when I'm headed home. I know it's so she can clear out whoever she's been fucking. I plan to surprise her today."

"Didn't you say she fucks a lot of cop and other law enforcement types?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, she's always liked men in uniforms" he said. "She fucked most of my navy buddies and when we moved here, she started on cops when there were no Marines around. I'm surprised she hasn't been gunning for you, sheriff. You're the type she likes – tall, handsome and hairy with a lot of curly hair."

The sheriff blushed.

"I don't believe I've ever met her, Arnold," the sheriff said. "Having a son to raise and all, I've lived a pretty tight life since I moved back here. It just ain't fittin' for a sheriff to be out whoremongerin'. I think I'm expected to set a certain kind of example and I'd never want to embarrass my boy or the citizens of this town."

"I understand, sheriff," the man said. "I wish I'd been a lot more circumspect but I have a son who's busting puberty wide open, so it's never too late to start being a better man and a better father."

"It shore ain't' the sheriff agreed as he put an arm around the handsome man''s shoulder and they headed out. The sheriff and William had persuaded Arnold to accompany them home to meet the doctor before proceeding to his home.

When they got to the house, the boys were just sitting down for a snack. After introductions were made, the boys settled in for snacks and the men got beers and headed to Randy's office to chat. They informed the doctor about what had gone on with young Arnold, Jr. earlier in the day and Mr. Winkler gave the doctor absolute permission to take any steps indicated for punishing his son just as he would the others. The doctor said things had been busy there all day as the boys were planning a surprise for Randy. He had taken a vow of silence that he wouldn't betray, he just told the sheriff he was sure he'd like the surprise. He also said that while he had been with Rafe and Kurt much of the day, the boys seemed to be increasingly aware of their legal status and that they were still legally the sons of parents who had betrayed them. As the situation was explained to Mr. Winkler, he was appalled and disgusted that boys could have been treated in such a manner.

"I'd cut those men's balls off myself if I could" he said angrily.

"Do you really mean that or is it just an expression?" the sheriff asked.

"I absolutely mean it" he said. "In our society, our entire framework depends on men and women basically being honorable people and observing rules and norms. Some people refuse to operate within those guidelines. On those people, the law does not work. We've seen time and time again, especially here in the south where white juries acquit white defendants on crimes against black people. Even when the guilt was obvious. We have to have ways of dealing with that."

There was silence in the room for a couple of minutes.

"We are dealing with that and for exactly those reasons" William said.

Randy and William then informed Mr. Winkler of the task forces they were heading up for the governor and of the prisoners being held in the old slave quarters. They informed him about all of the circumcisions of young boys at the country church and the attempted murder of Kurt and the burning of the colony and about William's father-in-law and his henchman. They gave him the whole unvarnished truth.

"Holy fuck!" the man said. "I feel safer already knowing something like that exists. I've dreamed about being a part of something like that since my Navy Intel days."

"There's a place for you" William said. "We have an excellent accountant going through all the information on the fathers of the boys who were cut but we've realized we also need a good legal mind to help us out. The governor's assistant was sending down a couple of attorneys from Raleigh on Monday for me to interview. If you're interested, I can cancel those interviews and tell him I've found our man. There will be a generous retainer and plenty of billable hours at whatever your current rate is."

"Shit, man," he exclaimed. "It's not about the money for me" he said. "I'm doing fine with my little practice but I'd love to be a part of that. Count me in if you want me."

They all shook hands and Arnold started to leave.

"Hold on, buddy" the sheriff said. "You didn't think we'd let you walk into that situation by yourself, did you?"

"Why, of course" the man said. "I can handle myself pretty well if anything rough arises. I plan on having her sign these papers and kicking her ass out."

"You never know what you might run into" the sheriff said. "William and I are going with you and that's all there is to it. No more discussion."

"Thanks guys," he said. "I can never pay you guys back for what you've done today for me and my boy. Just know that I'll always have your backs cause you've sure as hell had mine today. The way you treated Tyler and Robert also tells me all I need to know about you guys. I'm glad to be a part of this."

After telling the boy goodbye and lots of hugs, the three took off to Arnold's home. Arnold Junior had seemed to be fitting in with the boys and Dopie and Billy Paul seemed to be especially welcoming. When they were talking about swimming later, Arnold said he didn't guess he'd get to swim today because he didn't have a swimsuit with him. He seemed pleased to learn that swimsuits were not required when it was just the boys. His father's ears also seemed to perk up at that news. As they drove to the Winkler home, Randy and William filled the man in on the details of the men being held at the quarters.

"You know, it's one thing to hear about men mistreating boys but meeting them in person makes it real" the man said. "I can't believe anyone could harm that sweet Kurt. He's a handsome, beautiful boy and he seems so unaffected by it. And Rafe is such a handsome kid. It's scary how close he came to getting that treatment. And Philip! What a gorgeous young boy! He doesn't seem to be as far along with his healing but with all the group around him, he'll get there."

Then they told the man that the other guy in the cell at the jail was Phillip's father.

"You mean the guy who was salivating at the sight of my boy getting jerked off?" the man asked. "He was salivating when Tyler and Robert took their clothes off too. I would never have thought him capable of fathering a child."

"He's feminizing really quickly" William said. "He's been circumcised and castrated and it's almost like he's turning into a woman before our eyes. He's still got stitches the doctor put in him after we found his nuts got cut off."

"I won't even ask how that happened" he chuckled. "He deserved whatever bad stuff he got. I'd probably have cut his dick off too."

"We certainly thought about it" Randy chuckled as all the men shared a laugh.

Mr. Winkler directed to Randy to his home he had shared with his wife and his son. The home was a nice, fairly modest two story home with a long driveway and a Mount Airy City Police car parked right in front of the garage.

"Looks like the slut still has company" the man said. "She thinks I'm still at work because I am supposed to call before I head home. I'm in the mood to have some fun with a Mount Airy cop if you guys are. I'm curious as to how a guy sounds when he's getting his foreskin sliced off."

"Hang with us, buddy," William said. "We've got plenty to take care of."

The men agreed to approach the house through the back door and surprise Mrs. Winkler and her guest. They parked on the street and advanced quietly around to the back door. Randy picked up a large, sturdy stick since he was not armed, just in case they encountered a problem. The men entered through the back door of the home which was not locked. They advanced up the stairs and loud moans and dirty talk could be heard as they got closer. Arnold nodded to indicate the door to the master bedroom and when they were all there, he threw the door open. Mrs. Winkler was on her knees on the large bed, sucking a guy's cock while a second guy was pounding her from behind. The men looked very similar and William immediately wondered if they might be brothers.

"You always did enjoy getting spit-roasted, didn't you?" Arnold said with a laugh.

The three engaging in sex were stunned at the interruption and the man plowing the woman from behind jumped up from the bed, his hard cock still leaking juices and went for his uniform pants which had been carelessly thrown on a chair near the bed. His uncut meat was hard and glistening with the juices from Mrs. Winkler's wet pussy. Randy saw that there was a gun in the holster and immediately struck the man with the big stick, knocking him into the wall and then he crumpled to the floor. The other man threw the woman off his cock and also went for his pants but Randy quickly got him with the stick as well, knocking him into the mirror, which shattered as the man went to the floor. William had quickly jumped onto one of the men until they determined both were knocked cold by the sheriff. Both men were out cold, lying naked and sprawled on the bedroom floor, their hairy bodies on full display.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here, asshole?" the woman asked Mr. Winkler.

"This lovely woman is my wife, Winona" Mr. Winkler said as he grabbed her hands and held them behind her.

She didn't seem uncomfortable being naked in front of strange men but she was angry as hell at her husband for interrupting her fun.

"You know you're supposed to call on your way home" she said. "That's the rule and you know it."

"We've got new rules around here" Mr. Winkler said stonily. "Starting today. You'll be packing your shit and getting the hell out of here."

William had run downstairs and came back with duct tape and several lengths of sturdy rope which he had found in the garage. He and Randy lifted the unconscious, naked men out of the floor and placed them on the bed, tying their hands behind them and then securing them to the iron headboard of the bed. The men were totally exposed once tied to the bed. Both were handsome enough with jet black hair on their heads, in their pits and in their bush. Neither man was circumcised and their previously hard dicks were now limp as dishrags, trying to hide in their bushy pubes.

"I discovered today what a shitty job you've been doing in raising our son" Mr. Winkler said. "I know I'm at fault too, but our son almost got sent to the juvie hall today. If not for these two merciful men, we'd have lost him, Winona. I can't have that. I thought you were doing a decent enough job but he even knows that you've been fucking anything that walks. I can't have my son growing up in this environment so it's time for you to go while I give my best effort at changing directions for me and my son."

"Fuck you, faggot," she said, literally spitting at her husband.

The men seemed to be rousing and were confused as they began to waken and realize what had transpired. Arnold had their wallets from both pairs of pants.

"Looks like this pair of Mount Pilot's finest are indeed brothers" he said. "Fred and Ben Satterfield. Pictures in their wallets look like one of them has a son and a daughter and the other one has two sons. I have their addresses. Both work out of the downtown precinct."

"Did you say their last name is Satterfield?" the sheriff asked. "The chief of police over there has the same last name and the same dark hair and coloring as these two. I'd always imagined the chief had a lot more between his legs than these two but I could've been wrong about that. I'd be willing to bet these two are the sons of the chief. Now that I look at them I see both boys have their father's big nose."

"And tiny dicks hidden in a thick patch of bush" William said as they all laughed at the two men whose cocks had now gone soft and were almost completely obscured by the thick dark pubic patches.

Arnold left and returned momentarily with two large empty garbage bags and began emptying dresser drawers and throwing his wife's clothes, makeup and jewelry into them.

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole?' she asked sharply. "You need to get your goddamned hands off of my stuff!"

"I told you I'm done" he said. "I have divorce papers you'll be signing as well as signing over complete custody of our son to me. I'm giving you four hundred dollars so that you can get into an apartment and you'll have to find a job because I'm sick of supporting your ass. You haven't worked a single day in your life and it's time for a wake up call."

"In your dreams, motherfucker!" the woman said. "I want alimony and I want full custody of our son" she said. "I don't mind divorcing you. You haven't given me a decent fucking in over three years. I've had to find dick elsewhere cause you sure weren't cutting it. As for the boy, I really could care less but it'll look bad if I don't get custody of him."

"I haven't fucked you because you are such a nasty cunt!" the man said as he continued to load the bags with her panties and bras and lingerie. Then he went to the closet and added dresses, skirts, and blouses still on their hangers to the bag.

"You think you have any claim to alimony or child support?" the man asked. "I've been sneaking in our bedroom for the last five years and getting pictures of you fucking cops and marines and sailors and anything with a dick. I know you've had underage cocks. Any cock will do for a whore like you. I was hoping you might change and I was trying to hold off at least till our son was older. But everything changed today."

He opened his large brief case and began to throw photographs at her. Most were black and white shots of her in every imaginable sexual position with men of every description, sometimes as many as six men at a time. There were pictures with Asian men, Latino men, black men, pretty much everything imaginable. And the photos kept coming out of the brief case. The woman looked on in amazement, having never had any idea she was being photographed.

"You got off on watching me fuck, didn't you?" she asked.

"Of course I did" the man said. "I enjoyed it and I enjoyed doing threesomes and foursomes. I enjoyed watching some of my Navy buddies fuck you. But I grew out of that phase and you never did. Now we have a young man who needs some parenting and I intend to give that to him."

"You piece of fucking dog shit!" she hissed. "I won't sign a goddamned thing!"

"Oh yes, you will" he said confidently. "I have all these shots and a few more in an envelope in a safe in my office. It also has pictures of you fucking both of your brothers. The address on the envelope is to your father, senior pastor at the biggest Baptist church in Massachusetts. If I need to, I'll make copies for all the elders and deacons."

"You fucking piece of shit!" she spat. "I never wanted the bastard in the first place! I told you I didn't want to stretch my pussy and get cow tits to be sucked on and misshaped. I told you I didn't want it but it was something you just fucking had to have. How am I supposed to live? I have to have a place to live and food. I have to put gas in my car. You can have the fucking brat but I will need money to maintain my own standard of living!"

"First you'll need a car" he said. "That new Cadillac isn't leaving here. I paid for it. It's in my name, just like this house and everything else is. Do you think I'd have put your name on anything?"

The two cops were beginning to wake up now and Mrs. Winkler had started to cry, trying to bargain with her husband. He was having none of it

"You can let these two fuckers pay you for pussy and bring all their friends" he said. "I really don't care what you do. I am finished with you."

The men were awake and beginning to struggle now but they were tied securely to the iron frame of the bed.

"Who the fuck are you and what the hell do you think you're doing" the larger of the naked men asked. "Didn't you see our uniforms? We'll run you in and book you so deep you'll never even get bail."

"I don't think so" Randy said, pulling his shiny sheriff's badge out of his pocket and flashing it for the men. "I'm the sheriff here and you have no authority whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I'm sure I could find some charges to jail you heathens for. But, given that your paw is a friend of mine and has been for years, I'll probably not do that."

The men looked panicked and Randy knew he had guessed correctly.

"I'm going to consider it a professional courtesy not to arrest you for something but I don't think I'm gonna let you get off scot free. You've come over here to my town and fucked the wife of an officer of our court. You are both likely on duty while you're over here fucking some married slut."

Again, he knew he had guessed correctly as both men were beginning to panic.

"I've got your home addresses and even your telephone numbers and we're about to take some pictures I doubt you'll ever want your wives or your kids to see."

"We ain't doin' shit that you tell us too, motherfucker" the larger brother said.

"Yes you will" the sheriff said, sitting on the bed and stroking the larger man's thigh.

"Get your faggot hands off of me" the man said as the sheriff rubbed his hairy thigh.

"Both of you boys got your dad's big nose but I can't imagine his dick is as tiny as yours are" the sheriff laughed." Or are they just shrunk up and hidin' cause they know they're in danger?"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" the smaller one asked.

"You're gonna reach around here and suck your brother's cock" Randy said quietly.

"Like hell I am"the cop said angrily. "I ain't never sucked another man's cock and I ain't ever let a man suck mine. Never have and never will. I ain't even let another man touch my dick except my doctor and I didn't like that."

"I think you will" the sheriff said.

The sheriff was silent for about thirty seconds as the men glared angrily at him. Then Randy reached into his pocket and produced the shiny, sharp scalpel they had been using on their prisoners. The afternoon sunlight bounced off the shiny, sharp blade and the two cops looked frightened now.

"I will cut both of you" the sheriff said, sliding the blade up the man's thigh and slightly cutting the man's hairy nut sac. "I've got a sideline to my sheriffin' duties. I've kind of developed a likin' for circumcisin' assholes."

"You're a crazy fucker!" the larger cop said. "You're completely batshit crazy!"

"You think I'm kiddin' around" the sheriff said. "I ain't. I won't hesitate to cut the balls off both of you and feed `em to you. I'll cut your dicks off too and feed those to the slut over here you were bangin'. You ain't the first to tell me I'm a crazy fucker and you prob'ly ain't gonna be the last. Now I need to ask you boys a question. Are you gonna let us put you in a sixty nine position so you can suck each other off or do I have to start cuttin' on them peckers? It ain't a hard question."

The sheriff made a small cut in the tender skin of the man's nut sac and he yelped like a scalded dog.

"Don't cut me" he begged. "Please! I'll do what you say! Just get that fucking blade away from my nuts!"

Randy untied the man's hands from the headboard of the bed and held tightly to the ropes as William moved his brother into positions on the bed where they were crotch to crotch. Arnold began to snap pictures.

"You boys better start eatin' some brother dick or I will use this goddamned scalpel" the sheriff barked.

The men made no move, continuing to glare at William and the sheriff until Randy made a move toward the larger brother's nut sac with the blade. The man moved quickly to get his brother's limp cock into his mouth. The smaller brother did the same and both gagged on the other's cocks.

Randy, William and Arnold laughed at the hairy, masculine cops sucking each other's cocks.

"You're gonna keep on till you get those dicks hard or I will start cuttin'" the sheriff said again.

"You sick fucks!" Mrs. Winkler shouted. "You're both as sick as my faggot husband!"

"Does your little wifie like to eat some ass?' William asked Arnold, who chuckled in response.

"That slut will do anything" the man said as William grabbed her head and forced her face into the larger cop's hairy butt cheeks.

She spat and gagged as he husband took picture after picture. They positioned so the ropes could not be seen and it looked as if they were a couple of horny bears enjoying each others' cocks.

"These boys ain't seemin' to enjoy the taste of cock" the sheriff said. "Maybe they prefer a nice cut cock" Arnold, do you have any rubbin' alcohol?"

"Hearing that, William immediately knew what the sheriff had in mind.

Arnold went to the bathroom and brought two bottles of rubbing alcohol.

"I don't think Fred and Ben much like the taste of foreskin" William said with a chuckle. "If they prefer cut cocks for dinner, I see no reason we can't make that happen."

Even Mr. Winkler caught on now and his ears perked up at the thought of circumcising the men who had been fucking his wife. They roughly pulled the men away from each other and retied them with their wrists secured with rope to the iron headboard of the bed. They took additional rope and tied both men's feet to the iron footboard, their legs spread. The men were now completely exposed and couldn't move except to squirm.

They began to bargain.

"Come on" Ben said to Randy. "We're all law enforcement. I know we spoke kind of rough to you but we were just stunned to see people walk in while we were having sex. That ain't normal."

"Yeah, his brother said. "We didn't mean nothin' by what we said. We're really a couple of good old married guys. We never done nothin' like this before but she came sashayin' that tail of hers over to Mount Pilot and offered us some free puss. What are a couple of red-blooded American boys supposed to do?"

"Wait a goddamned minute" Mrs. Winkler said. "I didn't sashay my ass anywhere to find some cop dick. You both know you called up telling me what a great piece of ass one of your buddies had told you I was and you offered me a hundred bucks to fuck both of you."

"Aha!" Randy said. "There's our criminal charge. You fellas must know prostitution is illegal here. Buyin' puss is just as much a crime as sellin' it. Thank you, Mrs. Winkler for your help in this matter."

"If you say another word, bitch, I will cut your fucking throat!" the larger cop said.

"You ain't gonna do nothin' to that woman except see that she makes it safe over to Mount Pilot when we finish here" Randy said. "You boys will look after her and make sure she gets settled in an apartment or a house or somewhere that'll put a roof over her head and her cheap ass. I'll be checkin' in over there from time to time and if I ever hear anything happened to her, I will go to your father and tell him what I found here today."

"Okay, okay" Ben said. "We ain't gonna do nothin' to her. Our paw won't tolerate no bad behavior out of a Mount Pilot cop, even his own sons. I promise we will not lay a finger on her again. If you'll just untie us and let us get our clothes on and we'll take her and head on over to Mount Pilot all nice and quiet and peaceful like."

"I don't think so" the sheriff said. "I could tell the way you boys was gaggin' on each others' dicks you didn't like the taste of foreskins. I think we owe it to both of you to fix that problem."

"What's he talkin' about Ben?" one of the cops asked his brother.

"Oh shut the hell up, Fred" the brother responded. "He'd threatenin' to cut our foreskins off like that Jew cop Stein. You've seen him in the showers. They cut his foreskin off when he was a baby. But they're just tryin' to scare us. They won't do a goddamned thing to the sons of the Chief of Police in Mount Pilot. We got some juice here cause of who our daddy is. They're just talkin' bullshit is all they're doin'."

"You wouldn't dare do that to us!" the older brother said.

"Oh, it wouldn't be the first time we've helped a poor feller out" the sheriff said.

"Please, sheriff," don't do this" the younger brother said, starting to cry.

`I'm afraid it's something we really need to do, guys," William said. "I'm sorry we don't have any anesthesia with us so we can't deaden it at all. But the pain doesn't last all that long unless we make a slip and cut something else off. That's why you have to hold really still while we get them skins off. One little slip and you boys could be singing soprano in the Mount Pilot First Baptist Church Sanctuary Choir!"

Randy, William and Arnold laughed hilariously as the reality of their nightmare sank in.

"But what will we tell our wives?" Fred asked. "They'll be seeing our cocks and they'll know the difference. And what about the guys in the station house? We shower after every shift before we go home. The other cops will notice the difference. There's only one Jew cop in the whole department and all of us make fun of his naked little Jew dick."

"That's your problem, boys" William said. "You shouldn't have been over here consorting with a cheap, cocksucking hooker! And I didn't know you boys were always checking out each others' junk!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, asshole," Mrs. Winkler screamed at William.

"You shut up, bitch" Fred yelled loudly. "You lured us over here for some of that nasty pussy and now you've ruined my life! If my dad or my wife finds out about this, I'm dead. My dad will kill me and my wife will leave me and take our kids. I'll never see them again. Please don't cut me, please!"

"You boys should've thought about what can happen when you chase dirty pussy" Arnold said quietly. "It's time to pay the piper."

"You want to make the first cut, Arnold?" the sheriff asked.

"I better watch first" the man said. "I've never even seen a circumcision before. I might cut that nut sac or that little pecker off by mistake. I might try one after I watch you do it."

The men were begging loudly now, pleading with the men that they not cut them.

"You better both hold still" Randy said. "One little miswhack and you could be missin' a lot more than some foreskin."

They again laughed which made the men wail even more loudly.

"Let's take the little guy first" William said as he got between the man's hairy legs and began to tug on his cock.

The man began to retch in fear.

"You throw anything up and you'll be lickin' it off the floor" the sheriff said meanly. "Try to act like a couple of men instead of a couple of little girls. What would your paw say about your behavior?"

That question made the men cry even louder. William began to handle the smaller cop's shrunken penis. It really had shriveled up as if trying to hide. Both men were begging and pleading with Randy, William and Arnold not to proceed.

"You need to relax and see if you can't get this thing to grow a little bit for me" William said. "The smaller it is, the harder it is to see what I'm doing. I wouldn't want to make a miswhack. I'd feel really bad if I accidentally took your dick off. I know your wife and your buddies would notice that."

"Please mister, don't do this" the man begged. "Just let us go. We won't hurt you. We'll never come to this town as long as we live. I swear to God I'm tellin' you the truth. Well never come within twenty miles of your town. Just don't do this. Please!"

"Be glad we're just cutting your skin, at least for now" William said as the man wailed.

William stroked the man's meat as he cried. His cock slowly began to thicken and elongate in spite of his humiliation and fear. William pulled the foreskin as low as it would go and marked it with a red marker Randy had handed him. Arnold was watching his every move as if fascinated. He moved closer and put his index finger into his mouth and then roughly stuck his finger all the way into the man's hairy hole. He wailed even more loudly at the intrusion of the finger inside him.

"Okay, buddy, here we go" William said quietly. "Take a deep breath and you better not move a muscle or I could take nuts, cock and all. Do not move!"

The man held his breath and gritted his teeth, his eyes closed as William put the cold blade to his foreskin and began to cut it off. The man's eyes shot opened and he screamed in pain as he felt the blade cut through his flesh. But he didn't move a muscle, terrified of losing everything. He begged the man to stop, but the slicing continued. William cut half way around then removed the blade and started on the other side. The man renewed his screaming with the fresh cut. There was quite a bit of blood and William asked Arnold to hand him some alcohol. He poured it on the fresh cuts to wash the blood away and the man began screaming louder than ever.

"Please! Oh Goddamn! You are killing me" the man yelled. "That's settin `me on fire! Please just kill me. Hand me my gun! I swear I'll blow my fuckin' brains out! I swear I will. I can't take no more!"

"You ain't got no choice, whoremonger" William chuckled, as he slowly continued his cutting. "You're learning there's a lot of worse things than a quick bullet in the brain. You shoulda thought about what might happen if you come to a strange town fucking married women and leaving your own wife and kids to fend for themselves. You're not worthy of being a father, you piece of shit!"

William cut for about thirty more seconds, taking his time as the man continued to scream. The foreskin came away from the man's cock, leaving a bloody mess onto which William poured more alcohol. Arnold had shoved another finger into the man and he now withdrew both from the bloody, howling cop.

The man was again screaming at the top of his lungs as William handed Arnold the remaining portion of foreskin.

"I think his brother might like this for a snack" Arnold said as he held the ring of skin up to the screaming brother's mouth. "Fucking always worked up my appetite and I bet these guys are just the same."

The cop kept his jaws locked tight until Arnold slugged him right in the nuts. He opened his mouth to scream and when he did, Arnold shoved the skin into his mouth and closed his mouth, holding it closed tightly and pinning his nostrils closed tightly with his other hand. The sounds from the man were frightening as he gagged and tried to scream at the same time. Arnold held his head tightly, continuing to clamp off his nose so he couldn't breathe. They eventually saw him swallow and when he did, he again began to retch violently.

"Throw it up, asshole, and I'll feed it t you again" Arnold said. "And I'll keep feeding it to you if it takes all motherfucking night. If you don't swallow the goddamn thing right now, I'll feed you your own when I finish cutting you!"

The man swallowed the skin and managed to control his heaving and retching. Once he had swallowed, he began to sob, knowing he would feel the sharp blade very shortly.

"Please don't do this, the man begged. "My wife is a lot more jealous than my brother's is. She's also very suspicious. She's bound to find some blood in my underwear even if I manage to hide my dick from her. She'll take my two sons and I couldn't stand that."

"Sorry, buddy, but you should've thought about that when you got your cock hard and stuck it in my slutty wife. Actions have consequences" Arnold said. "My own son has learned that lesson and he's not twelve years old yet. This is going to happen. You better remember that I've never done this and my hands aren't feeling real steady. I've never performed surgery before. I could easily slip and cut everything off. If that happens, you could bleed to death because we sure as hell aren't taking you to a hospital. We'd have to explain what happened here today. Everybody would know my beloved wife is a cocksucking, dick-loving slut. I can't have that. I have a young son too. I can't put him through that. Maybe your sons will be better off if your wife leaves you and takes them. They might end up with a stepdad with some morals and some character who isn't always chasing pussy. Any stepfather would be better than you."

The man sobbed and wailed and continued to beg as Arnold gently stroked his cock, causing it to slowly lengthen and thicken. Arnold then wet his finger again and slid it all the way into the hairy man's tight hole. The man involuntarily let out a gasp as Arnold's finger grazed his sensitive spot.

"I can tell you like me playing with that pretty dick of yours, buddy. You're even making a little pre-cum there for me, aren't you? But there's bad news. Time's up, buddy" Arnold said, kneeling between the man's spread legs. "Better not move a muscle!"

The naked cop screamed as Arnold pulled his finger from the hairy hole. The terrified man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for the first cut. When he felt the blade, he started to scream louder than his brother. But he too was terrified and didn't move at all as the blood started. William reached in and got some of the blood on his finger and fed it to the man. The man took his finger and William then smeared excess blood on his face like war paint. Arnold did as William had, starting a fresh cut on the other side of the man's penis which started his howls all over. The howls became almost deafening as William coated his fingers in the man's blood and shoved two fingers roughly into the man's hole.

"Shut the fuck up, you pussyboy!" Mrs. Winkler yelled at the man, reaching out to slap him. "You didn't care about my screams when you shoved that hard cock of yours up my dry butthole!"

When she said that, Arnold's blade slipped, causing him to nick the man's cockhead. The cockhead being more sensitive, the man screamed and cursed.

"Sorry about that" Arnold chuckled. "Blame it on your cunt."

He finished eventually completed the cutting and pouring alcohol on the bloody wound prompted a whole new round of screaming and curses. The men made sure all three were secured to the iron bed frame, then went downstairs to enjoy a cigarette and an ice cold beer.

"Are you all right?" William asked Arnold.

"I really am" the man answered. "Which surprises me. I've never been much for the sight of blood. But I'm not sure there are many things I feel as strongly about as bad cops. They had an obligation to our society and these guys have obviously violated it. The law has some glaring faults, but I still expect lawmen to be acting on the side of right even when it may not be within the letter of the law to do so. But traveling across county lines to consort with whores is in no way setting a good example. I swear to you guys I had no idea she was charging these guys. I feel like a bit of a fool myself. I've been letting a whore raise my precious son."

"But your eyes are open now and that's what matters" William said. "I wonder if those guys will be able to conceal that they've been circumcised from their co-workers and their wives. I wonder if we couldn't do something a little more obvious to make their lives miserable."

"I think if we shaved their bodies, they'd be hard pressed to explain it" the sheriff said. "How do you explain going to work a hairy monkey and coming home smooth as a rock?"

"That's a great idea" Arnold said. "I have a couple of straight razors I still us to shave myself. Those should instill a little additional fear and shave them both clean."

"They're both going to have spasms" William said. "There's absolutely no way they can conceal that from their wives and co-workers."

"I'll enjoy that" Arnold said as they headed back upstairs.

Arnold got out his two straight razors while William filled a couple of bowls with hot, steaming water. The men were begging to be released and promising not to tell a soul about what had happened. The younger brother was still sniffling.

"Guys, I know you're ready to get headed back to Mount Pilot, but we was talkin' downstairs and my friend reminded me that you fellas are prone to get infected with them open wounds. We need to do our best to lessen that risk before we turn you loose."

The men spied the bowls of hot water and the razors and began again to beg.

"No, please, don't cut our balls off!" Ben began to plead, a horrified look on his face.

The men laughed.

"That ain't the plan, although we all know accidents happen" the sheriff chuckled. "We just realized that we should've shaved you before we cut you. Hair is a perfect site for infections to set up. We don't want that for you boys. How in the world would you explain infected peckers to your dad or your co-workers or your wives. No, we don't want that."

"How the fuck are we supposed to explain having all the hair shaved off our bodies?" the younger brother wailed, beginning again to sob hopelessly.

William and Arnold began to spread shaving cream all over the men's chests. Both were covered in lush, jet black hair. They raised their arms and generously applied shaving cream. Then they began to shave the men clean.

"Please don't do this" Ben said. "I might be able to hide my pecker but we have to shower at the precinct at the end of every shift. Dad often comes in and showers with us. What are we supposed to tell our father?"

"Maybe you should tell him that you came over here to our town to fuck a cheap whore and you got caught by her husband and law enforcement" the sheriff said lightly. "Maybe you should tell him you both got caught in bed with said whore with one of you getting' his hard little dick sucked and the other with his tiny dick in her ass or her twat or somewhere. Maybe you should invite your father, who is one of the finest men who has ever served the public interest in the state of North Carolina. Maybe you should invite your dear father for an afternoon of whoremongering."

That shut the brothers up. They both were sobbing as William and Arnold continued to remove the thick pelts from their upper bodies. As they finished and began to lather the men's hairy bellies and pubes, Arnold asked if Randy would take the razor, saying he had some paperwork he needed his wife to sign. Randy gladly took the razor and proceeded to remove the thick treasure trail on Ben's body.

"Seems like a shame to do this" the sheriff chuckled. "So many boys and men would be envious of being so hairy. I bet both of you have even enjoyed showing off and bragging about what virile assholes you are."

The men did not speak, continuing to sob.

Arnold had untied his naked wife, leading her over to the desk. Both were seated in chairs as the man showed his wife where to sign on the papers he had retrieved from his big, leather briefcase.

"This first one is the divorce decree" Arnold said. "I've been working on it for a long time. I knew this day would come. I just didn't realize it would come so soon. I had hoped we might be able to stay together till my son finished high school. You can read it if you like but what it says is that I am giving you a check for eight hundred dollars. You relinquish any rights to any property we have. You will have no claim to the house or the other land I've bought over the years. You will have no claim to any furnishings in this house or any other or to any vehicles, which are titled in my name only. In other words, you'll leave this house with whatever I choose to let you leave with. I am agreeable to your taking your clothes, but if you fuck with me, that will change."

Randy and William had made quick work of shaving the brothers. Under the hair, their skin was very white, having been shielded from the sun by their thick fur. It was almost as if they were the bodies of some nocturnal animals who never saw the light of day. Only their arms were tanned, beneath the level of the short-sleeved shirts they wore every day and their faces. When they began to remove the hair from their heads, both men were sobbing, knowing there would be no possible way to conceal that.

"This is the paper that gives me complete custody of my son" Arnold explained. You relinquish any parental rights. That means you will not attempt to see him or contact him. If you abide by this agreement, I will give the boy the choice when he turns eighteen as to whether he wants to see you. I think he should have that option unless being a cheap cop whore has you fucked out and in a grave before then. Remember all the photos I have and think how your parents will feel seeing you fuck and suck nasty cocks of all shapes, colors, and sizes. I even snapped a few today of you and the Satterfield brothers to use if you or they give us any trouble. I've tried to talk with you about how we needed to change for our son. You always blew me off and now it's too late for you but not for me. I swear I will take care of the boy and love him and cherish him. That is a promise."

"Fuck the little brat!" she screamed. "I never wanted a fucking kid to tie me down! It was all your idea! I'm fine if I never see the arrogant little bastard again. That self-righteous little prick is just the spitting image of his asshole father. I wasn't even sure you were the father until he started to look just like you. He's an arrogant little prick just like his father and I want no part of him."

"Fine" the man said calmly. "Then you'll have no problem signing this custody agreement."

"Not a problem in the world" she said as she signed those papers. "What I will not sign is that divorce agreement. I'm entitled to half of our property. That means half of the cash you've squirreled away, you greedy fuck. You never let me spend what I wanted to spend. You make great money. We could've enjoyed a lavish lifestyle with trips to the Caribbean or Europe and everything I wanted. But you were always the tightass who made me stay on a budget and squirreled away every goddamned dollar for your motherfucking rainy day. Hell no, I will not sign that bullshit agreement. I want my new car and half of everything. You can sell this fucking house and give me half of the money and half of everything we have in the bank."

"You have never worked a day in your life and you know that" the man said. "I offered you anything you wanted. I fronted money for the dress shop, but you didn't want to put in the work. You let it go to hell because you were too busy looking for your next dick. Thank God I salvaged most of the investment. If you had any hand in our finances, we'd be paupers. Remember the jewelry shop you wanted to open. I had to salvage that as well. You have contributed nothing to our family and you deserve nothing out of it. Sign the papers."

"I fucking will not sign those papers" she screamed, grabbing the pin and stabbing him in the wrist. She jumped up and attempted to get to the stairs but Randy threw down the razor he was holding and grabbed her. She attempted to stab him in the abdomen with the pen, but he controlled her quickly and he had only surface scratches.

"Mrs. Winkler, you have officially fucked up" the sheriff said, tying her wrists together with a rope. "You can serve years in state prison for assaulting an officer of the law. You can fight the charges and even your little police fuck buddies can testify on your behalf. That will ruin their reputations even if they make it through this. There will be no hope for salvaging their reputations and yours will be ruined as well once the pictures of you become public. The best you can ever hope for in the event you don't go to prison is a little apartment where you give massages and blowjobs to lowlife cops."

The Satterfield brothers were again wailing at the idea of them, their father, and their families being publicly humiliated.

"She doesn't want to sign the papers" Mr. Winkler said calmly, walking toward the bed. "Okay, there are other ways to do this. It really wasn't fair that these poor fuck brothers had to give up part of their bodies and their hooker walks scot free. Not fair at all, as I think about it."

He took the rope binding his wife's hands from the sheriff and, picking her up, threw her onto the bed. The Satterfield boys moved out of the way as William and Randy quickly tied their wrists to the siderails of the bed, both of them in the floor beside the bloody, wet bed covered in wet, black hair. Mr. Winkler quickly tied his wife's wrists in the center of the iron headboard and then tied her feet to the opposite sides of the footboard so that she was spread completely, without a stitch of clothing.

"All of you may or may not be aware that there is also a procedure called circumcision which can be performed on women" he said in a quiet, even voice as he stood looking down at his totally naked, exposed wife her legs spread wide apart, on complete display. "It is very rare in this country and is performed mostly in Islamic countries where their women are prohibited from enjoying sex. It is thought that by removing the clitoris, a woman becomes totally incapable of enjoying sex. She becomes nothing more than a receptacle for her husband's sperm and a baby machine to give him children. I saw the results while I served in Navy Intel. It wasn't pretty. I have never, of course seen the procedure performed as it is highly frowned upon. However, given my recent experience in surgery and given that I seem to have a god-given talent for same, I believe I can do it. I understand that there is a much higher risk of bleeding, but I'm hopeful our doctor can get over here and do some stitching up before the bitch bleeds to death in the event of an emergency."

The woman was still defiant, not believing a word her husband was saying and not the least embarrassed by having her entire body displayed and spread in front of these men.

"I think the brothers should get a last look at this pretty pussy that will have caused them so much grief. I'm afraid that even the most successful female circumcision leaves the pussy in a horribly mutilated state" Mr. Winkler said as evenly and as devoid of any emotion as if he were teaching a group of third graders.

"No, I don't want to see that!" the younger cop said. "I don't think I'll ever want to see another pussy after today I wish I'd never seen or touched a pussy!"

"Me too" his brother wailed. "I hate pussy!"

The brothers continued to sob while the men laughed at their words.

"Okay, that was your last chance" Mr. Winkler said as he knelt on the bed between the woman's legs. He began to finger her puss, stimulating the clitoris. She began to moan, enjoying the stimulation.

"Look what a slut she is" her husband said. "Even though she's about to get it cut out, she still can't resist a man's finger" he said as he grasped the woman's engorged clitoris between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it tightly, as he pulled it away from its hairy nesting place.

The woman screamed in pain as her husband laughed and twisted her sensitive clit.

"You haven't felt anything yet" he said. "Wait till you feel the blade slicing into your most tender bit. Sheriff, would you hand me the scalpel, please. It's time for me to have another self-taught surgery lesson."

The woman still didn't believe her husband would cut her even though she was in pain from his rough handling.

"You don't have the balls to do this" she said, daring him to cut her."You talk big but you're nothing but a fucking pussy. You thought you were so goddamned handsome in your navy uniforms, strutting around like the cock of the walk. You had women and men fawning all over you but you were never anything but a worthless little pussyboy with no balls!"

"Oh bitch," he said with a smile. "You have no idea how much my balls have grown today. But you'll never see those balls again and that's a promise."

He moved his face in as close to her privates as possible, again, fingering her clitoris and causing it to become engorged with blood. He touched the flat side of the cold blade to her clitoris and she immediately became frightened. She realized he was serious about all of this and in that second, she was frightened for her very life.

"Stop, Arnold," she said anxiously. "I'll sign. I'll sign anything you want me to. Just stop this right now!"

"You would like to deprive me of something I'm learning to do" he said. "Who knows, I might have skills we never imagined. Think about it, Winona, I could be one of the world's most renowned surgeons. You wouldn't want to stop that"

"Goddammit, Arnold!" she begged. "Please stop this now. This isn't funny! Put that blade down!"

"No, Winona," he said quietly. "You waited too late. I want to make sure no other men suffer because of you. It's time for a change and I know you'll never change. You're just a dick loving cockslut."

He then put the sharp of the blade lightly to her engorged clit and she screamed. She was begging him just to stop and let her sign the papers.

"Oh all right, goddammit!" he said, throwing the blade across the room and untying her hands.

William and Randy untied her feet and helped her back to the desk where she eagerly signed anywhere her husband instructed her too.

"Okay" she said. "I've signed the papers. You win. Now let us go. Let us just get out of here."

"You three need to understand one more thing" Arnold said. "If I ever hear that any one of you has talked about what happened here today, you will all regret it. If you don't think we'll finish what we started, you are sadly mistaken. We will come for your nuts and your nut sacs and your cocks and, Winona, I'd still love to cut that little clit right off of your body. Make no mistake. You tell whatever lies you have to tell your coworkers and your families and your father. I don't care. The same goes for contacting my son. You will not do it, whether by phone, by letter, or in person. Do all of you understand?"

"Yes, Arnold, we do" she said. "Now just let us go. I know that Ben and Fred will help me find an apartment and do everything they can do to get me settled in. I think they can even help me find a job cause they know if they don't, I can have a talk with their wives or their father. I'll be fine. I do think it's time to let us leave. Just let us leave now."

"Okay" Arnold said as he untied all three, handing the garbage bags filled with his wife's clothes to the naked cops. "Get your asses out of here."

"What about our clothes?" Ben said. "We can't drive all the way home naked."

"Oh, how thoughtless we have been" Arnold said, reaching into the garbage bags and tossing the men two pairs of his wife's panties.

"We can't just wear womens' panties" Fred said. "What if we get pulled over?"

"Not my problem" Arnold said as the three men laughed.

The sheriff had gathered the men's uniforms and carried those down the stairs. Ben and Fred were certain he would return them when they got to the patrol car. The sheriff disappeared momentarily as the others loaded the garbage bags filled with Mrs. Winkler's clothes into the cop car. As things were loaded, the sheriff returned, still holding the uniforms belonging to the brothers.

"Can we please have our uniforms now, sheriff?" Ben asked. "Please."

"I don't think either one of you has earned the right to wear a law enforcement uniform" the sheriff said. "So the answer is `no'."

The sheriff threw the uniforms several feet away, then doused them with lighter fluid he had found in the garage. He threw a match and they combusted into flames. The men were stunned.

"You fuckers better get out of here before we decide we're in the mood to do more surgery!" the sheriff said as they scrambled into the squad car and took off for Mount Pilot.

As they scratched off, the men noticed one of the bags filled with clothes had been left. Arnold tossed it onto the fire with the burning uniforms.

"What's really funny is that the bitch had some really valuable jewelry in the safe in our bedroom" Arnold said. "In her haste, she totally forgot about that. I was willing to let her have it since I had gifted it to her. And she forgot."

"She got really scared when she thought you were going to cut her clit off" William said. "She almost shit the bed when she felt that still blade just barely touch it."

"Those fuckers were so ready to get out of town, they didn't even ask for their guns" Randy said. "I've still got both of them and they'll have a hard time explaining that too."

The men laughed.

"I think at the end, she really believed you'd cut that clit right off of her" the sheriff said. "You wouldn't really have done that, would you?"

"Nah" he said. Then after a minute he added "I don't think so."

The men returned to the house where they all enjoyed a cold beer then took off to attend to their prisoners. Arnold was amazed when they arrived and he saw the slave quarters which appeared to be just another abandoned building with nothing else but woods around it. William and Randy again filled him in on the individuals being held and what they had done to get there.

"I'm beginning to think we might want to hold off on finishing the preacher" William said. "Since we're making progress on finding the other boys he cut along with their fathers, it may be that some of the boys and even their fathers need to see what happens to the preacher to help them with their healing. We left the bastard in a bloody mess on the table and we'd only cut him about a quarter of the way around. That should heal up if we leave it alone and we can cut him again from scratch when we're ready."

"I agree the waiting for it may be worse than actually getting cut" the sheriff said. "William's son suggested we save his grandfather for last so he'd be dreading it even more by the time it happened. That makes some sense to me."

"So who are you going to cut next?" Arnold asked. "I have to confess it was a pleasure hearing those two assholes screaming and begging. No telling how many people they'd bullied and continue to make lives miserable every fucking day."

"I think a good way of stirring them up is to let them decide who gets cut next" William said. "It always creates chaos when they start regrouping and just trying to save themselves."

"Sounds like a plan" the sheriff said. "I think we need to make it sound like we're rethinking what we might dot o the preacher. He's gonna grab onto any ray of hope that keeps him from feelin' that blade on his pecker. The more we can torment him, the better I like it."

"He does seem to be at the center of the cutting of the boys" Arnold said. "None of that might ever have happened if not for him. Just like I can't help putting Barrow at the center of the burning of the Colony and even the attempted murder of that lovely kid Kurt. It's almost like Mr. Print and young Charlie were just pawns for their master."

"True" William said. "But very evil pawns. We can't let Charlie's youth or his seeming good nature cloud our remembrance that he was holding that gun with the intention of ending our boy Kurt's very life. He and his father are very much to blame for that."

"And your father-in-law, William" Arnold added. "I don't know how you've kept from ripping his nuts from his body and stuffing them down his throat. I can't imagine what I'd have done if I found out someone was going to kidnap one of my sons and kill my other son and myself. I think you are a man of amazing control and constraint."

"The truth is that they are all vile and deplorable creatures" the sheriff said. "We can never give them what they deserve. But we can protect other boys and we can make sure they never get their hands on another lad. We can also hopefully use them as examples of what happens to men who want to hurt boys in Gayberry."

"This might be a good opportunity to pull something on the prisoners" William said. "None of them know Arnold so we could send him in pretending to be a rescuer. He could tell them he's there to get them out and they'll all get really excited. Think how their faces will look when they realize their rescue was a hoax."

The men enjoyed a good laugh.

"I've long suspected Mrs. Bedford was up to something, especially since I found the mayor's wife trying to take large stacks of cash out of her old safe. We know that she and the Prints were closely connected, as was Barrow. I really despise that hairy little fuck and think it might be some fun to prank him."

They all agreed to do the set up so they planned it out. They then sent Arnold into the dark, cavernous building alone with a penlight. The building was, as always pitch black but the men immediately heard someone enter. They began to hope, as they always did that someone was coming to rescue them. The sheriff and William had told Arnold that Will Barrow was in the last spot along the wall where all the men were tied. As soon as they heard someone enter, they all began to hope and chatter.

"Who are you?" they all began to ask in whispered voices. "Are you here to rescue us? Were you sent to help us?"

Arnold's silence allowed their suspense and their hopes to grow. Arnold shone his penlight into each man's face. He remained silent as he went down the line. He tried to figure out for himself the men's identities, based solely on what William and Randy had told him. He had no idea who Mr. Print was, but he recognized Charlie as the youngest of the group. He then had no idea about Jack Smith's identity but he guessed it might be he as there was an empty space beside him. The preacher had been left tied to the altar table in the center of the room where he had repeatedly passed out as they had just begun his circumcision. Arnold recognized Thor from his description as a muscled guy and P.T. because of his craggy appearance which had been described to him. Then he got to Barrow, who was still a good looking man in spite of what he had been through. The men had become more hopeful as time went by, hoping against hope that rescue was imminent.

"Who the fuck are you goddammit?" Preacher Smith screamed out from his place tied to the table in the center of the room.

Arnold put his face near that of Will Barrow. "Are you Will Barrow?" he asked the man.

"Yes, yes!" the man said. "You've come to get us. I knew they'd send someone. I knew they were trying to find us. Thanks to God almighty! Thanks be to god, men!" Barrow shouted. "We've been saved. We are being rescued."

Arnold shushed the group, lying and telling them he had knocked out guards outside the building and there could be more in the vicinity.

"We're sorry it took so long, but they hid you well" Arnold said conspiratorially.

"I know they did" Barrow whispered. "Are we in Mexico? We have all pretty much decided we were taken to Mexico although Mr. Sligh seems to think we are on the grounds of a prison in Louisiana. Which is it?"

"You'll find out soon enough when we get you out of here" Arnold whispered. "I came here on a motorcycle so I can only take you and one other with me now. Then we will come back for the others."

"No, that won't work" Barrow said. "You have to take us all. We all need to get out of here before we lose our fucking minds!"

"No, I can only take two" Arnold insisted. "You can give up your spot to someone else if you wish but only two can go now. I need you to decide who it will be."

"Give me a minute" Barrow said. "This is so overwhelming. Who was it that sent you for us? Was it Helen or Tara? I knew they would come through for us. The others were sure we had been deserted but I knew they would come through. I always knew it."

"We can discuss that later" Arnold said. "Right now I need you to decide and explain the situation quietly to the others."

"The truth is that I don't give a shit about any of the others" Barrow said. "They're all a bunch of sniveling, whining faggots who know nothing about being real men. I am disgusted by all of them. They're all a bunch of suckers and losers. I should just go alone and leave them to stew while they wait to be rescued. If not for my relationships with the women, we would never have been found anyway."

"So you want me just to take you and leave the others?" Arnold asked.

"No, we might as well take one more" he said. "I think probably young Charlie should go. If we should have difficulties, he is probably the fastest and would be able to evade and escape anyone coming after us. They're all basically a bunch of useless pussies and I hope I never see any of them again once I get away from this hellhole!"

He untied Barrow who, at first was unable to move his extremities, having been tied for so long. Arnold massaged his shoulders and sympathized with him over the horrible way he had been treated. He suggested Barrow explain to the men what was happening and that they would all eventually be rescued. Barrow walked over to where the other men were bound to the wall. He began to explain to the men the situation. They eventually were told that he would just be able to take one person and that he had selected Charlie. The men groaned about that, all objecting to his selection and making a case for himself.

"Did you bring us some clothes?" Barrow asked.

"No, I couldn't bring clothes on a motorcycle" Arnold answered.

"Those bitches that sent you should have at least sent us some fucking clothes to wear" Barrow said. "Stupid cunts should've sent you with something other than a fucking motorcycle!"

"Maybe they didn't realize that you were being held without any clothes" Arnold said.

"I don't care" Barrow said obstinately. "They should have thought about things and have had you more prepared for what you'd find."

"We really need to get out of here" Arnold said. "I have no way of knowing when some others might show up and find the guards I knocked out and tied up. We really need to get out of here."

They untied young Charlie who was elated to be leaving. He had trouble moving at first but regained use of his limbs pretty quickly. All the men urged them to hurry back and free them. The mood was very upbeat as Arnold led young Charlie and Will Barrow to the door and to freedom.