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The prisoners were cheering as Arnold left the building with Will Barrow and young Charlie Print in tow as they were certain the men would return to free all of them in short order. As the door closed, Randy and William stepped from behind it.

"Welcome boys" the sheriff said.

"Welcome to freedom" William said as the three of them dissolved into laughter.

Charlie and Barrow realized they had been tricked. They were temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight, but they regained their sight enough to see that they had been tricked into believing they had been rescued.

"You goddamned pieces of shit motherfuckers" Will Barrow lashed out. "You lousy cocksuckers! Have you no shame?"

"Why did you do this?" Charlie asked pitifully as they were handcuffed with their hands behind their backs.

"Take a couple of good deep breaths, motherfuckers," William said. "It could be the last free air either of you ever gets."

"He tricked me!" Barrow said. "He lied to me. It isn't fair. This isn't legal! These sons of bitches have lied to us over and over. They're holding us illegally! This isn't fair! And now all of the others are going to hate me even more for choosing Charlie to take with me. You sons of whores! How could you have done this to me?"

He then dissolved into tears just as Charlie did.

Arnold walked over and picked the man up by his thick hair and held him in the air.

"Whoa there, motherfucker!" Arnold laughed. "You just called me and my friends sons of bitches. You need to learn some manners. "

He then pinned him to the wall and proceeded to land a series of hard gut punches. After the flurry of licks to the midsection, he released the man who crumpled to the floor sobbing.

"You know something, motherfucker?" Arnold asked Barrow. "You ain't even a quarter of the man you think you are. My friends tell me you really love getting some dick whether it's in your butthole or your mouth. I may just have to try that furry little manpussy before this day is over. I hear it's not bad and I love me a nice piece of hairy manpuss from time to time. I hope you'll scream and whine and beg me not to fuck you till my cock starts grazing your sweet spot and makes you beg me to keep fucking you."

They then all went into the building, Charlie and Barrow first, their bodies naked and their hands cuffed behind them. Neither could meet the gaze of the men still attached to the wall.

The men were clamoring for food and water. The sheriff removed the handcuffs from young Charlie and told him to take the hose and give all of them some water. The preacher, still tied to the altar table in the center of the room was already wailing and begging them not to cut him any further and how he was sure his heart wouldn't take it. Young Charlie got the hose and went to each prisoner, giving him a good drink of water from the hose. But when he got to Thor, the man turned his head away.

"I can't have it" Thor said. "My bladder's already about to burst. I know it's going to happen any minute. And I don't even care. At least I won't have to suffer any more."

"We can't have that, can we, friends?" William asked. "We can't have Thor ending his suffering before he gets to see every one of you as miserable as he is."

The captors laughed as William undid the clamp on the rubber tube protruding from Thor's body where his penis had once been and his urine began to flow onto the concrete floor and into the drains along the wall. Thor made sounds of relief as his bladder was emptied, although he was not allowed to empty completely as William reclamped the tube and Thor began to sob loudly.

"Please let me finish" he begged. "I don't think you half emptied it. It still feels full. Please, please let me empty it. Just once. Please. Let it finish emptying."

"Maybe later" William said nonchalantly as Charlie offered water and the man began to drink.

"We need some food" Jack Smith said. "We ain't had nothin' but some white bread since we been here except for your pet, Charlie the pussyboy."

"We brought a couple of sandwiches but you'll have to share" William said as he handed Charlie two sandwiches they had prepared before leaving home. "You have to share so don't be greedy. These were specially made by the doctor with turkey, ham, chicken, bacon, lettuce and tomato with plenty of mayonnaise and spicy mustard. "

Charlie unwrapped the first sandwich which smelled terrific with the sweet ham and fresh tomatoes and lettuce. Charlie himself took the first bite which was over a quarter of the sandwich. The men began to grumble about the special treatment the boy had received but their captors ignored their complaints.

"How does that sandwich taste, Charlie?" the sheriff asked.

"It's the best sandwich I ever put in my mouth" young Charlie said as the other prisoners glared at him, hatred in their eyes.

"All of you need to listen up" the sheriff said. "We're about to cut one of you."

The preacher began to scream, loudly pleading for them not to cut him further. He was certain he was the one to be cut as they had already begun to cut him making only minor cuts before he passed out from a combination of fear and pain.

"You may get a reprieve, preacher," William said. "It could end up being you. But we guarantee you that one of you is going to lose his foreskin before we leave this building."

All of the prisoners began to plead loudly, giving reasons they should not be the one to be cut.

"Just do it and get over with!" P.T. said angrily as Arnold stepped right in front of him, getting in his face.

"You're William's father in law, aren't you?" Arnold asked. "Yes, you certainly fit the description they gave me. A lot of hot air but absolutely no power any more. It hurts to be so powerful and then lose it, doesn't it? I'm not sure who to hate more. You, who was going to have his own blood killed or men like the Prints who were willing to kill a perfect stranger who had never done anything to them. I'm not sure which deserves to get it first but you are everything William said you were. A worthless piece of shit!"

Arnold began to playfully slap at P.T.'s heavy uncut meat as the man squirmed, trying to avoid the hand. He was largely unable to do so because of his restraints. Arnold laughed at the man trying to get away from his big, warm hand.

"Let's be fair here, Arnold," William said as he walked toward Jack Smith. "This is Jack Smith who set up his only son to be tortured and cut by his own uncle and himself. He actually held his own son down on that table over there while his brother cut on his dick. That boy is one of the sweetest boys I've ever met and his own father didn't give a shit about him. He actually looked in his boy's terrified eyes as his brother took a blade to him. It's beyond imagination."

"Yeah, Jack" Arnold said, getting right in the man's face. "I have a son about the same age as these boys all of you terrified. I take this kind of personally. I know if you had even attempted this with my son, you'd all be in the same shape as Thor. I wonder if we shouldn't just make a clean sweep of things and do to every one of you what was done to Thor. I wouldn't mind seeing every single one of you with a rubber tube where your dicks are now."

None of the men could stand to contemplate losing their nuts and their cocks and living a life like Thor was facing. All of them except P.T. started renewed pleading and begging.

"Charlie, finish eating that that sandwich and get the high pressure hose" William instructed. "Grab the soap and get them all cleaned up. I want their teeth brushed and all nice and sweet smelling. I want you to make sure everybody's clean as a whistle, including yourself, cause somebody's getting cut in just a very short time. So get to shaking on those baths!"

Charlie did as he was ordered as William, Randy and Arnold got chairs and lit up cigarettes, enjoying watching the young boy lather and rinse all the men. The captors were out of earshot of the prisoners as they enjoyed beer and a cigarette. All of the men were cursing and berating Charlie for eating the whole sandwich he had been given without sharing even a morsel.

"Who was this Helen" Barrow was referring to?" Arnold asked. "I recognized that Tara Bedford name. You guys told me about her but I had not heard the name Helen" in the mix before."

"I'm pretty sure it's Helen Frump, a teacher at the school. She teaches both of our boys" William said. "She apparently had some ties to Barrow and he is apparently the one who hired her at the school when he was the acting principal. He's had a hardon since he was denied the top job and Ben was installed as principal. Everybody in town tried to throw her together with the sheriff when she first moved here. That include his own aunt and his idiot deputy. Why, the woman was throwing herself at our friend and one day they were spotted in the jewelry store, picking out a bracelet for the woman's niece. That dimwitted deputy and Aunt Flea got it in their heads that they were secretly engaged and threw a big engagement party as a surprise. They even took up money from the town to get Randy's bedroom redecorated with a canopy bed and all kinds of feminine furniture. I suspect Miss Frump was in on the plan but it backfired when Randy put his foot down and said he wasn't ready to get married to anybody. He was mad as hell and I don't think he's forgiven his deputy to this day."

"Who would forgive something like that?" Arnold asked. "Why, that could have been humiliating if Randy were not such strong person who's willing to just put his foot down and stop the whole nonsense."

"I know who you're talking about" Arnold said. "She was Arnold Junior's teacher last year. My boy seemed to like her all right but the few times I met her, I thought she was an arrogant cunt. Nothing I could put my finger on but she just always seemed real uppity to me. I do remember my boy telling me she wasn't always fair and was quick to punish the boys in his class while letting the girls get by with most anything. That didn't set well with him but I thought he might just be misunderstanding what she was doing. But I got really negative feelings about the woman from the minute I met her."

"I know exactly what you mean" Randy said. "I had a bunch of people tryin' to put us together when she moved here. People are always tryin' like hell to get me married off. I guess you could say we were `a thing' for a while, but the more time I spent in her company, the more I realized she was nothin' but a snooty bitch."

"I thought you were linked up with that lady druggist who's the niece of old man Walker" Arnold said.

"That ain't a lie" the sheriff said. "That's another one everbody tried to hitch me to. But she's a real devious bitch. I don't want no part of her. It's lookin' like she's got a baby in her belly now too."

"And it ain't your baby? Arnold asked.

"Hell no!" the sheriff answered. "She came on to me and she came on to William too when we was judgin' the Miss Gayberry pageant. Ever time we went into the drugstore, she was pawin' at our crotches. When we'd go out, she would keep puttin' my hands on them big titties and down in her lap. She was hot to fuck but I knew she was just tryin' to lay a trap."

"Any idea who the baby daddy is?" Arnold asked.

"Seems like it's Colonel Watkins, that handsome man who just married Velma Sue" the sheriff explained. "I didn't see it myself but the story is he fucked Nellie in the shower in one of the dressing rooms at the school theatre after a pageant rehearsal. She can't get him since he's married now so I'm afraid she may be desperate for a husband before she starts showin' that big tummy. Be careful about her! I thought she might be wife material when she first moved to town but it weren't long before she started shootin' her mouth off about stuff no nice girl would know nothin' about. I went in there one day lookin' for a jockstrap for Dopie and that girl knew more about jockstraps than I ever dreamed about knowin'. A respectable lady don't talk about such things. You better just make sure you give her a wide berth cause she's trouble layin' in wait for some poor, unsuspectin' man.""

"Don't worry about that" Arnold said. "I'm done with puss, at least for now. I just got shed of one malicious cunt and the last thing I want is another one. That colonel is one good looking son of a bitch. I brought Arnold Junior to the pageant. It was one of those rare nights we could get out of the house alone. The wifey was probably fucking a platoon of Marines that night and I could care less. It was worth the price of admission to see that old scrawny lady running around with her nasty pussy o fire!"

"Hurry it up, Charlie!" William snapped. "We don't have all day and all night to fuck with you heathens."

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "I'm just finishin' up with dad."

"Did you wash his crotch real good?" William asked. "We don't want him to get infected. We need to get on with our business."

"Are you really gonna cut one of us tonight?" the boy asked?

"Yep" William said. "We've had a lot come up to put it off but we need to move on with this."

"Mr. William, is there anything I could do that might keep me from feelin' that blade?" the boy asked. "I'll never forget hearin' my paw scream when he felt it. I'd do pretty much anything to avoid it if I could. I know if there's another vote, they'll vote for me to be the one that gets cut cause I ate that delicious sandwich. I know I should have give it up but I just couldn't. My belly felt so empty. I couldn't help myself. And now they all hate me more than ever."

"Charlie, there's always a chance we might change our minds but I think it's likely you're gonna get that pecker circumcised. Maybe more. A whole lot of how much farther we go depends on the way you and the others behave. Mr. Hunt has really calmed down a considerable amount since he got his nuts cut off. It may be that we decide to do that with all of you. Your best chance is to listen to every word the others say when we aren't here and tell us what they say. If anything can save your meat, it will be giving us information."

"I swear I'll listen and I'll tell you anything I hear."

"Good, son," William said. "I think you were kind of gentle with your dad when you washed him. Get on that meat and use your hand to get it good and hard. That could get you some points."

"Yes, sir," Charlie said. "I swear I'll do whatever you men tell me to do. I really will. That's a promise."

The boy had finished with the baths and oral hygiene and, as instructed by William, went over to his father and began to use his hand to get the man hard. Mr. Print tried to dance around to avoid the boy's hands but he was unable to do so.

"Dad, I've got to do this" the boy said. "They want me to jerk you off."

"No, goddammit, son! Get your fucking hand off my meat!" the man begged as his son began to stroke his penis. "It's going to get hard and tear away all the scar tissue I was forming. I'll never heal unless I'm left alone. Please stop, son. Stop it now!"

"I can't do it, paw" the boy said. "I know all of you are gonna vote for me to be the one to get cut. My only hope is to do whatever the men tell me to do. Besides that, I'm really havin' some trouble understandin' why you got me involved in all of this."

Charlie kept up his stroking as his dad's dick got hard and the man began to plead and beg as the tip of his now circumcised cock began to bleed. After jacking the man's bloody cock for a while, the man looked as if he might be approaching climax. He was breathing much faster and trying to climax, if only to stop the pain. The sheriff ordered Charlie to stop immediately, which the boy did. Charlie washed his hands even as his dad just sobbed, his cock gradually returning to its flaccid state.

Randy walked toward the table where Preacher Roy was still tied down, his arms and legs spread out. The man immediately panicked and began begging to be spared.

"Oh no, please not me" the preacher begged. "Anyone else but please let this cup pass from me as our dear Lord and Savior said. Please, please, let this cup pass from my lips."

"Shut the fuck up, preacher," the sheriff said. "You're the only one we're sure we ain't cuttin' tonight unless you piss one of us off. We're savin' you for another night. We got somethin' special in mind for you."

The man didn't know what to say as he was relieved by the reprieve and terrified of what they might have in mind for him. The other men, who had been certain they would be spared, were suddenly frightened that they might be the one to replace the preacher on the table. Once preacher Smith was back in his place, tied to the wall, his cock wrapped in bloody gauze, William addressed the group.

"Okay, fellas, we told you that one of you is getting' sliced and diced tonight" the sheriff began. Obviously, it won't be Mr. Print because we already cut him. It won't be the preacher cause we have other plans for him. And it won't be our muscle man, Thor, because somebody already cut his pecker clean off."

The captors laughed. The prisoners were not amused.

"So that leaves Charlie, Jack Smith, P.T. and Will Barrow" William explained. This is bad news for the others but my son has asked us to hold off on cutting his grandfather for now, so I am going to exempt P.T. from tonight's vote. That will leave Barrow, Charlie and Jack."

He looked over to Randy and Arnold and asked if they were okay with his decision to exempt P.T. and both were good with that.

"What happens if we don't want to give you fuckers a name?" the preacher asked. "None of us deserves this bullshit. It ain't legal to hold us like this. This is worse than prison. I ain't givin' you a name. You can just go fuck yourself."

"Okay, preacher," William said. "Any of you who refuses to give us a name will cast a vote for himself. And that goes for all of you. If Mr. Print won't give us a name, we'll just cut his nuts off and maybe his pecker too. If Thor refuses, we'll cut those big, puffy nipples of his off and feed them to him. I think that's fair enough. So, preacher, if you or P.T. don't give us a name to cut, you automatically get one vote and your name is right back in the running. I'm sure my son will understand that I couldn't honor his wish. I think he's hoping to be here when we cut his grandfather. If we cut him ahead of time, he can come for a castration or a peckerectomy. It's all good. So who wants to cast the first vote or will you make me call on you? You can cast a vote for young Charlie, Jack, P.T. or Will Barrow. The choice is yours, men."

The men were silent, which was a very rare occurrence. None of them looked at each other. All eyes were focused on the floor.

"Hmm, no volunteers" William said. "Arnold, since you're new in the group, why don't you say who should vote first."

"Why don't we hear from young Charlie first" Arnold suggested. "I was amused by the way the handsome boy wolfed down that sandwich with all these other sons of bitches just glaring at him. He also did a pretty good job getting' his old man's meat hard and then shutting him down before he got his nut."

"No, don't make me go first" the boy started. "If I go first, then they'll all target me. I don't want to be first. I don't want to vote for none of you. I really don't want none of us getting' cut."

"Charlie boy, "William said sternly. "Shut your fucking mouth. I'm giving you ten seconds to say a name or you automatically vote for yourself.

"Okay, okay, okay" the boy said. "I don't want to vote for myself. I vote for Jack Smith. I know him and his brother cut boys my own age. I think he's responsible for this whole thing. If him and his brother hadn't cut his son, then none of this would've ever happened. I think he's the reason we're here."

"Okay, buddy," William said. "That's one vote for Jack Smith. Jack, why don't you vote next?"

"I vote for that little fucking asshole, Charlie" the man said. "Not only did he eat that whole fuckin' sandwich all by hisself, he's a little faggot. I think he enjoys playin' with my cock and my hole when he's washing me. He likes putting his nasty little hands all over my body. He tries to stick a finger up in me until I threaten to kill him. He's a little closet faggot!"

"See!" Charlie said. "This ain't fair. He voted for me just cause I voted for him. This just ain't fair at all!!"

"Shut the fuck up, boy!" Preacher Roy said. "I'm about tired of your fuckin' mouth. You're their little pet and we've all had about enough of your bullshit!"

"You shut the fuck up!" Charlie said petulantly. "You're the one that should be getting' cut. This ain't fair. It shoulda been you that got that shiny blade tonight."

Okay, Mr. Print, it's your turn to vote" William said. "Who will it be?"

"I'm votin' with my son" the man said. "I vote for Jack Smith. I'm tempted to vote for Charlie, cause I don't think a boy's cock oughtta look different than his paw. If a paw's cut, the son ought to be cut too. But I don't want to make my son madder cause he's the one jackin' me off. I want him to be as tender with my meat as possible."

"Thanks, dad" Charlie said.

"Okay, we've got two votes for Jack Smith and one vote to cut young Charlie" William said. "Barrow, who do you vote to get cut tonight?"

"I don't really give a fuck as long as it isn't me" the man said. "I'm tired of your bullshit games. I don't believe you plan on cutting any more of us. I think this is your bullshit, sadistic way of just making us sweat. I think you're going to play games with us and make us all miserable for a few more days, then get tired of this fucking bullshit and let us go and we return to our normal lives. That's what I think. I think you're all just full of shit."

"So, you want to vote for yourself or are you going to give me a name?" William asked calmly.

"You want a name?" Barrow asked. "I'll give you a fucking name. I'll vote for Charlie. He was no help out there tonight when we thought we were getting rescued. If I'd took somebody else with me, we might have overpowered all of you assholes and we might have gotten away from this shithole. Plus the fact that I'm tired of him getting most all the food you bring and him doing the washing and putting his finger in my hole and him fucking me up the ass whenever you tell him to. I'm sick of his ugly smiling little ratface and his voice and his constant bullshit currying favor with the rest of you fucking assholes."

"That's another vote for Charlie so he's now tied up with Jack Smith" William said. "It's two to two for Charlie and Jack with no votes yet for Barrow."

"If I might interrupt for a second, my friend," Arnold said. "Did I hear that you've had young Charlie fucking Will Barrow?"

"Yes, from time to time" William said. "Everyone needs a little entertainment. Watching that barely pubescent boy fuck that hairy, handsome stud has created a diversion from time to time. Mr. Barrow was that very handsome male teacher at the high school over whom all the girls creamed their panties. There's no telling how many of them went home at night and pulled their wet panties off and fingered themselves, just fantasizing about how their handsome teacher would fuck them silly. Of course those girls didn't know that their dreamy teacher was himself wearing girl's frilly panties and had a dick the size of a field mouse."

"Do we have time for a little entertainment now?" Arnold asked. "I wouldn't mind seeing that teen fuck that hairy, virile fag."

"Fuck you!" Barrow said. "I ain't a faggot! I'll kill that kid if I ever get a chance. And if I ever get my hands on you, you're a dead motherfucker!"

"I doubt that" Arnold said. "I think you have a secret crush on the boy. After all, who did you choose to escape with you when you had the chance to choose any of these bigger, stronger men? I bet you were hoping to get him alone and to yourself and plant a big, wet kiss on those pretty teen boy lips. There's no telling what you'd have done to that boy's hot little body if you'd been given the chance. You could have taken one of these burly, strong, muscled men with you. But you chose the boy. I think he must be your sweet little fuck buddy. I think you have a crush on the boy the way you probably had a crush on a lot of those high school boys that sat in your classroom. I bet you stood before them and imagined what each one of them would look like naked. How bid their cocks would be, how much hair they had in their pits, how thick their bushes were, how much pre-cum they made when their teen peckers got hard. And the whole time you were standing up there, unbeknownst to them, you had on the sheerest, laciest girls' panties you could find, covering that little mousedick you're so ashamed of."

Randy now had Charlie untied and William was leading Will Barrow over to the old brown plaid mattress which he forced him to lift and take to the center of the room where they would be visible by everyone.

"I love a good fuck show!" Arnold said enthusiastically.

"Don't we all" Randy said with amusement.

"Okay, Barrow, suck the boy and get him nice and hard" William ordered.

Barrow didn't move. He just glared angrily at the man until William walked over to the table and got the remote control for Barrow's shock collar. A long jolt of electricity sent the Will Barrow into screaming convulsions as Randy, William and Arnold laughed.

Barrow hit his knees once he got up off the floor and began to lick the tip of Charlie's uncircumcised teen meat which was already hardening in anticipation of a blowjob. Arnold grabbed a handful of Barrow's thick, dark hair and moved his head back and forth on the teen cock as he gently kneaded the boy's nut sack which was just beginning to grow a few soft hairs. Barrow was gagging and sputtering as he forced the man's head down on the cock.

"That's enough, Barrow!" Arnold said with a smile. "I can tell you're enjoying that cock but it's time for the boy to fuck you. But first, jump up on that table and show us that hairy pussy! I know the others have seen it but I'm the new kid in town and I want a look at that hole before it gets all messy with this boy's hot load."

Barrow made no move to obey until William held up the remote. Then Barrow quickly jumped up on the table and, facing them all, leaned back on his elbows, using both hands to spread his hairy butt cheeks and expose his nice, pink hole."

"That's a very nice hole, Barrow" Arnold said. "Put a finger in it and put it in all the way or I'll have my fist all the way up there before you can sneeze."

The last was said with a hard edge Barrow had not heard from the man. He knew the man meant business so he licked a finger and stuck it in his own hole, wincing as he did so.

"Fuck yourself with that finger, Barrow!" Arnold said as the handsome man began to move his own index finger in and out of his hairy hole. "Okay, Charlie, get on over here and line that cock up with that pink hole and just get ready to shove that thick motherfucker right in there! Okay, Barrow, Charlie's ready to fuck you in the ass now. Look how nice and hard he's gotten that teen boy cock and it's all for you. Now ask him for put his cock in your butthole."

"Fuck you!" Barrow spat. "You're all a bunch of perverted faggots and I'll never ask another man to stick his dick in me. Are you crazy?"

"That wasn't very nice, Barrow" Arnold said. "I guess I better get that remote control for your shock collar."

"Please, no, no, please don't do that" Barrow begged. "I can't take any more of that shit. Please."

"Then you better start learning how to behave" Arnold said quietly."

"Don't be too hard on Barrow" William said as he walked over to where they were. "Maybe our Will Barrow is one of those men who likes some romance along with is sucking and fucking. How about that, Barrow? You like a little bit of romance along with your sexy times?"

"Fuck you!" Barrow said. "You're all nothing but nasty perverts."

"Let's see if Barrow might be more responsive to taking our young Charlie's cock if the boy warms him up with a little kissing first."

"Fuck all of you assholes!" Barrow said angrily. "Kissing a man is even nastier and more perverted than fucking or cocksucking. It's just unnatural for men to do all those things together. !"

"You sound more and more like that goddamned Preacher Smith ever' day you're here, Barrow" Randy chuckled. "We may be able to make a preacher out of you if you're in this place long enough. I think William is right. Who don't enjoy a little romance from time to time? Charlie, boy, I want you to lay down on that mattress with Barrow and give him a few kisses to warm him up."

"I'll do anything you guys want me to do, sheriff, but the truth is I ain't never kissed nobody" Charlie said. "No girls and no boys. I've thought a lot about it and watched it on the tv and in the movies but I ain't had a chance to try it for myself. I'll do whatever you want me to do but I just ain't never done that before."

"It's easy, Charlie" William said, kneeling beside the mattress. "Barrow, turn over flat on your back and lay still on that fucking mattress or I will get that remote and shock the living shit out of you. You will do exactly as we tell you or I guarantee you that I will personally shock you until your fucking black heart stops beating entirely."

Barrow looked terrified at these words from the man who usually seemed the kindest of the group. Barrow lay back on the mattress on his back and waited for further instructions.

"Now get your arms over your head so we can all see those nice, hairy pits, our boy took so much times washing nice and clean for you" William said. "That's a good boy, Barrow. We can be nice when you act nice but the minute you change, you can bet your motherfucking hairy little ass we can do the same!" Now, Charlie, come in here real close and sit down beside me. I'm going to show you how to kiss Barrow and then you can try it."

"No, please" Barrow begged. "I can't do this. I know I'll vomit!"

"You vomit and you'll lick every drop off the fucking floor" William said quietly with a tight smile. "Now, Barrow, just relax and I'm going to give you a nice, wet kiss with lots of tongue. If you dare to bite me or even scrape my tongue with your teeth you are a motherfucking dead man. Do we understand one another? And you better answer with `yes, sir'!""

"Yes, sir" Barrow said, a panicked look in his eyes.

William placed a hand on each side of Barrow's handsome ace and pulled him in for a kiss. At first barrow held his lips tightly closed, but the threat to activate his shock collar from Randy changed that and Barrow opened his mouth to permit William's tongue to enter. William kissed the man passionately, shoving his tongue as far down Barrow's throat as he could manage, causing Barrow to gag and cough. After giving the man a moment to recover, William started to kiss him again, then he lay down beside the man and began to run his hands all over the man's body. Up and down the man's hairy legs and all over his furry chest. He kissed him deeply and passionately and it appeared barrow was beginning to enjoy it. Then William told Charlie to lie down beside them. William moved off the mattress then, having Charlie lie beside Barrow.

"Okay, Charlie, you're a smart boy and I know you were watching closely" William said. "Now it's your time to kiss him. Do as I just showed you. Just lie down here and give Will a deep, wet kiss. Use your tongue and let him suck on it. Charlie followed instructions well and began to kiss Barrow passionately, starting to run his hands over the older man's hairy body just as William had done. Then Charlie started to lick the man's neck and nibble on his nipples. Barrow's tiny dick was clearly rock hard now, barely seen through the thick, dark bush of his pubic hair.

"Do you want to suck his dick, Charlie?" William asked softly. "I think you do."

"I wouldn't mind it, sir, if that's what you'd like" Charlie responded.

"Go ahead, boy, have a taste of that dick" William said as he knelt by the mattress and began to finger Barrow's tiny, hard, uncut meat. "I want to see that little dickie in your mouth. You're a nice looking boy, Charlie. I like the way you look with a little dick in your mouth."

Barrow was making a lot of pre-cum which flowed from his tiny, uncut meat as Charlie began to lick and suck. William continued to manipulate the cock, sliding the skin back and forth over the tiny cockhead as Charlie licked and sucked."

"Hey, Print, look at your son!" Jack Smith shouted at Charlie's father. "We been tellin' you the boy's a goddamned faggot this whole time! Maybe now you'll believe it."

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole!" Mr. Print shouted back. "My boy's only suckin' that dick because they're threatenin' him! You'd be on that dick like lightnin' if they was holding the control for your goddamned collar in their nasty hands!"

"He's no worse a faggot than my goddamned son-in-law" P.T. said derisively. "Look at him fingerin' that man's cock! We all seen the way he kissed him. I tried to warn my daughter but she just fucking would not listen to me."

"Shut up, old man, or I'll get up from here right now and put you back in that wooden box!" William shouted at P.T. which immediately shut him down.

"You're doing great" Arnold told Charlie encouragingly. Arnold reached his hand out and began to stroke Charlie's already hard teen dick, noting plenty of pre-cum running out of the young boy's cock.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy this, Barrow" William whispered loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.

All of the captives as well as Randy, Arnold and Charlie, watched as William caressed Barrow's body, stroking his arms and nibbling his neck and sticking his tongue into the man's ears before returning to kiss him more. William's hands were all over Barrow's totally nude body, feeling the fur on his hairy chest, stroking his treasure trail and combing his thick, rich, dark pubes with his fingers. It was clear that Barrow had begun to become aroused as his tiny cock was now peeking through his thick bush. Both of the Smith brothers were developing substantial hardons as they watched the action but P.T. remained flaccid.

"Well, looky there, my dear father-in-law seems to have some trouble getting his dick hard these days" William said. "That pecker's soft as an overcooked noodle! You past it, you old fuck or do you need something that hasn't grown any pubes yet to get you hard? What is it, P.T.? Tell us what it will take to get that willy of yours hard!"

"Fuck off, you sorry bastard!" P.T. yelled at his son-in-law. "I don't get a hardon for all this faggy shit! You show me a woman with a big old pair of titties and a pretty, tight pussy and I'll show you how a real man reacts."

"You want me to put that hot piece of pussy in that little wooden box you're so afraid of, P.T.? So she could hear you make a fool of yourself begging and screaming like we all did?"

Everyone in the room, even his fellow prisoners got a laugh out of that which infuriated P.T.

"I think young Charlie may be in danger of blue balls if we don't let him at this hot piece of man pussy soon" Arnold said. "Look at the way that teen cock is leaking juices all over the place. I think Barrow's ready to feel that boy's pretty cock split that hole wide open. Looks like young Charlie has gotten Barrow pretty excited. I think he's ready to be fucked in his ass. I will ask if there is any one of you who would be willing to take Barrow's place and let our Charlie boy fuck you instead. Any volunteers?"

"Fuck no!" Jack Smith shouted. "Barrow deserves it because he fucked up our rescue. We could all be walkin' free outside of this hell hole if Barrow done things different than he did. He deserves to have that hole ripped open."

"Fuck yeah!" Preacher Smith added. "We'd be free men right now – all of us – if that son of a bitch didn't take his little boyfriend with him instead of choosing one of us real men!"

"You stupid, stupid sons of bitches" Barrow said. "Every fucking one of you! There was never a rescue. There never was. This was just a fucking trick to get us excited – to get our hope up that we'd be rescued. It was all a lie made up by these sons of bitches. There was never a fucking rescue. Can't you get that through your fucking heads? P.T. keeps talking about a rescue but that's bullshit! His head henchman is chained up right beside all of you, missing his dick and his nuts! P.T. is powerless! You can bet when the rest of his crew got wind of what happened to Thor they all got away as quick as they could. His girlfriend and his daughter are sitting in cells up in Statesville and he's at the mercy of his prick son in law who knows he's too big a pussy to spend a night in a fucking box. And preacher, your best buddy, that Elder Hunt ahs obviously given you up and spilled his fucking guts! They know every fucking thing about your operation. And if you and your fucking dumb son of a bitch brother hadn't been talking so Jack's son could hear what was going on, none of us would be here. Jack, your own motherfucking son is now living in the sheriff's house and probably getting buttfucked by these men holding us! You are some stupid sons of bitches and I regret the day I ever met a single fucking one of you!""

Will Barrow's speech didn't set well with the other captors who were now cheering Charlie and insisting that the boy be allowed to fuck Barrow. Barrow broke down and began to sob, realizing his former friends had now turned completely against him.

"Okay, Charlie boy, I know you're just chomping at the bit to get in that hairy hole so stick it back in Barrow's mouth to get it slicked up and then we'll let you go for that hole!"

Arnold helped the boy get in position and even held his cock to line it up with Barrow's hole. Once Arnold had the cock lined up at the hole, he told the boy to shove it all the way in. Then he put his hand on the boy's ass and pushed him all the way in, causing Barrow to scream from the searing pain he was experiencing.

"Go for it, Charlie" Arnold encouraged. "Fuck that boy's ass. Feels tight, I bet. Look at poor old Barrow crying, Charlie. Taste those tears."

Arnold took his hand and wiped Barrows eyes, letting Charlie lick the fluid from his fingers. Arnold continued to encourage the boy to fuck the shit out of the older man as Barrow just sobbed, wailing when the boy would push his cock all the way in. Barrow was trying to crawl away from the boy but Arnold wouldn't allow it, keeping him right in place while Charlie humped him. Every time Charlie would roughly shove his dick in all the way, Barrow would emit a loud, pitiful yelp, and the other prisoners would cheer. It was a totally humiliating experience for the handsome young man from one of Gayberry's oldest families who had previously served as the principal of the largest high school in the area.

"I'm sorry, sir, but it feels too good" Charlie said to Arnold, who was massaging his round, bare ass as he shoved his dick into his former principal. "I can't hold on."

"You don't have to hold on" Arnold said as he gently held the boy's teen balls in his hand.

"Go ahead and breed that nasty motherfucker!" Arnold said as the boy was thrusting faster and faster.

"Oh fuck!" Charlie shouted. "Here the fuck I come! Oh shit! Take that fuckin' load!"

As Charlie started to shoot his cum into Barrow, Arnold suddenly rammed two of his dry fingers into the boy's dry hole. Charlie screamed in pain as Arnold, William and the sheriff laughed at the boy, trying to get away from the invading fingers even as he tried to hold on and finish emptying his cumload into Will Barrow.

"Please take your fingers out of me" the boy asked, when he was finishing shooting his load.

"You got a hot hole on you, boy," Arnold said. "I may have to fuck that hole myself when we have a little more time."

He removed his fingers and Charlie took a seat on the mattress beside a sobbing Barrow, still flat on his frontside, the teen boy's cum oozing out of his hairy hole.

"Look at all the sweet cum being wasted, Charlie," Arnold said. "Get down there and lick that cum out of him. Get every drop you can. You better get it all cause I'm gonna check it with my finger after you finish. If you don't get it all, all three of us men are gonna put you over that table and bang your tight little boyhole."

Charlie went to work eagerly attempting to lick the cum running down Barrow's furry leg and sticking his tongue in the man trying to get all the cum. When he was done, Arnold stuck two fingers roughly into Barrow and pronounced Charlie had done an outstanding job.

"I'm sorry for that interruption" Arnold said. "I do love teen boys fucking faggots who think they're macho straight men."

Barrow sobbed even more loudly as Arnold took a seat on the edge of the altar table, leaving Barrow lying on the mattress crying and Charlie sitting beside him in an Indian squat.

Okay, that was a most enjoyable break but now it's time to get back to business" William said. "Our current situation is that we have a tie with two votes to cut Charlie and two votes to cut Jack. We have only two votes remaining from P.T. and Thor. It is notable that Barrow currently has no votes.

"Fuck you!" Barrow spat. "At least you won't be cutting on me today or tonight or whenever it is. You could at least tell us what the fuck day it is or what time it is or whether it's day or night or whether we're in Mexico or Louisiana or wherever the fuck we are. You keep us naked and in the fucking dark and starving and thirsty. What the fuck kind of men are you to treat us like this?"

Arnold reached down and grabbed a handful of the man's hair and lifted him up, slamming his ass down on the altar table.

"You need to shut the fuck up, Barrow!" he said angrily. "I met that boy you paid a hundred dollars to get killed and I've seen the damage you and your fucking white-robed hooded coward buddies have done time and time again. I've seen your crosses burning and I've seen your hate. I would gleefully rip your nuts and your cock right off your fucking body. I wouldn't even need a blade."

Arnold reached in and grabbed the man by his scrotum and actually lifted the man off the table by his nut sac and his cock. Barrow began to scream in pain, his face red as fire.

"You don't think I could just rip those nuts off your body?" Arnold asked. "You just fucking try me. It'd be a relief and would save us a hell of a lot of our valuable time just to rip that junk right off of you and then shove it down your throat!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" the man said apologetically. "Please let me go. Please, please take your hands off me. Please don't hurt me. I was rude and I apologize. I won't say another word if you'll just let me go."

Arnold slammed him back down on the table. Barrow grabbed his aching nuts and moved into a fetal position, sobbing on the table.

"Okay" William said. "We still have two votes to cut young Charlie and two votes to cut Jack Smith. We have Thor and P.T. left to cast their votes. Thor, it's time for you to tell us who you're in favor of getting his dick cut now. "

"I vote for that pussyboy who just got fucked by that kid" Thor said. "If he had a fucking brain, he'd've took me or P.T. with him. Either one of us would've had a chance to overpower you and get the fuck away from this hellhole. Barrow fucked up. Otherwise, we might all be free men right now. I could've easily taken all three of you little wimps and I'd be willing to bet P.T. could do the same. Barrow was just too stupid. I don't know if Charlie is really his little boyfriend or not but Barrow's a stupid, stupid man and he's the reason we're still here. I vote for Barrow."

"No, please don't do that" Barrow begged. "It took me by surprise. I didn't have time to think things through. I figured Charlie was younger so he could probably move better than any of us after being tied up here in the dark for such a long time. I was trying to make the best decision for all of us. I really was! I figured the boy had younger eyes and would be able to adapt outside. I was trying to do the right thing. I don't give a shit about that little fucker. I swear to God I don't. Especially after he's fucked me every time these fucking assholes gave him half a chance. Please don't do this Thor!"

"Chill out, Barrow!" William said. "Charlie and Jack have double the votes you have already and there's only one vote left. Looks like you're in a much better position than either of the others here. P.T. it's your turn."

"William, I've known you for over twenty years now" P.T. said. "You don't have the balls to do this. You don't have big enough nuts to pull off something this big. You never did. I tried to warn my daughter about you but she wouldn't listen. I could've found her a good husband. A strong husband like myself who could've joined me in my business. If she'd done that, we could've pretty much ruled the fucking world. But she wanted your little pansy ass. I've told her all these years what a mistake she made and she finally believed me after you moved her to this stinking shithole of a town. But it was too late. We almost got away and you'd have been a broken man. You wouldn't even fucking be here if our plan had worked. You'd be in a grave with that youngest brat of yours and your older one not far behind. But I will admit one piece of this is my fault. I thought I had your older son in my pocket. I would have bet the game on him being loyal to me over you. But the boy fucked me. Judith tried to tell me that the boy was getting more and more loyal to you but I didn't listen. She was right. Somehow you had both those boys in your pocket and I missed that."

"Don't kick yourself too hard in the ass, P.T.," William said. "Johnny always had a read on what a mean son of a bitch you were. I didn't want to let you pay for his education but he insisted. The truth is that I never wanted or needed to rule the world. You're the loser. And so is Judith. Those two boys are more precious than all your ships and all your dollars. You could have had their love and you wouldn't even have had to work for it. I wouldn't trade Johnny and Billy Paul for any goddamn thing you've ever had. And I don't even have to. I've got it all now. You've got nothing. Absolutely nothing. Know that you'll never see my handsome boys or the baby Judith is carrying that I will love and raise. You're the loser, P.T. That's the truth. Now would you like to tell me who you vote to get circumcised or shall I assume you vote for yourself?"

"I don't really think you're cutting anybody else because I think you are the world's biggest pussy" P.T. said with a tight smile. "But if it makes you happy, I'll play your little parlor game. My vote goes to Will Barrow for taking a boy with him to do a man's job."

"Nooooooooooooooo!" Barrow screamed. "You have it all wrong. I was in a hurry and didn't have time to think it through. If I'd had a chance to discuss it with you men, I'd have done as you say. I was not given time to figure things out. Give me another chance! Please! I'll never fail any of you again!"

"You seem to always have an excuse don't you, Mr. Barrow?" William asked. "That is an additional vote for Barrow which creates a three way tie between Barrow, Charlie and Jack Smith."

"How convenient" P.T. chuckled. "You don't have any plans to cut anyone else. You don't have the stomach for it. You're all a bunch of big pussies. You only cut that boy's daddy to scare us. I'd be willing to bet you ain't cuttin' nobody else. Just get this charade over with and let us go. You've had your fun. You'll just use the tie as your reason for cutting nobody."

"You sure do talk big for a man who's so scared of a little pine box, P.T." William chuckled. "I bet Arnold would enjoy hearing your girlish screams when we put you in that little box with another man's cock in your mouth."

Randy, William and Arnold all enjoyed a good laugh.

"You boys do enjoy creating diversions, don't you" William said. "We've played in but that's all over now. The fact is that we have a three way tie to get tied on that table and feel the steel. We've got two votes for Charlie, two votes for Jack and two votes for Barrow. I guess we didn't figure on a tie. I guess we could just call off cutting anyone today."

When he said that, Jack, Charlie, and Will Barrow breathed audible sighs of relief.

"And I might be willing to agree to that" William said. "Unfortunately for Charlie, Will and Jack, my father-in-law just called us out as pussies. I guess we can't do that and you all have P.T. to thank."

Charlie was now sobbing as was Will Barrow. Jack just continued to glare angrily at William as if he'd love to tear into his throat with his bare hands.

"Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth, old man?" Barrow screamed at P.T. as P.T. responded by cackling at him. "You're practically forcing them to do it now. If you'd just shut the fuck up, this might not happen."

Barrow completely broke down into loud sobs. Charlie was still sobbing but more quietly and Jack continued to glare.

"Cheer up, guys," William said. "Unless we change our minds this ain't a castration" the sheriff chuckled. "All we're planning right now is a circumcision."

"You sons of bitches!" Mr. Print screamed "I wish you had cut my fuckin' dick off! Then you couldn't keep pouring alcohol on it and making it bleed every time I start to get hard. I wish I'd been born with no dick! This pain is beyond anything I could've imagined. As pissed off as I feel right now, I don't wish what I've been through on any of you fucking assholes! And you sons of bitches makin' my own son get me hard and beat me off! None of you have any shame!"

The prisoners sobbed even more loudly after they heard Mr. Print.

"We have a dilemma here" William said. "We don't have all night to deal with this shit. We need to cut and get back to our beautiful boys who are probably enjoying themselves splashing naked in that beautiful, sparkling swimming pool. Charlie, I bet those boys are having a lot more fun than you are right now. Even little Kurt, the one you wanted to blast with that fucking shotgun. Now cut that sobbing bullshit or I'll hit all of you with the shock collars."

That quieted things down a bit.

"We could draw straws" William said. "Whoever gets the shortest straw will get his dick carved. That seems to leave it more to chance though. We had wanted this to be a democratic process. We wanted you boys to decide which one of you it would be."

"But then you took P.T. out of the running" Barrow sniffed. "That wasn't fair. That only increased the chances of the three of us."

"You want to talk about fair, Barrow?" the sheriff asked. "How fair was it when you took that hundred dollar bill from that Bedford bitch and gave it to the Prints to kill Kurt Smith? Was that fair? Did the boy even know there was a bounty on his head? Did he have a chance to defend himself? Don't talk about what's fair and what ain't fair to me, you asshole!"

"I realize I'm new here and I really want to thank the sheriff and William for inviting me to participate" Arnold said. "I don't know when I've had such a good time. But if I might be so bold as to make a suggestion, might we consider letting the one prisoner who did not get a vote make the final decision. That would be Reverend Smith, if I am not mistaken."

"That seems like a perfect solution to me" William said as Jack began to smile and Charlie and Barrow became even more panicked than ever.

"No, that's not fair!" Barrow said. "You know he won't vote for his brother and that means it's me or Charlie."

"Barrow's right!" Charlie said. "No way he'll vote for his brother. Please don't let him decide. "

"Life ain't always fair, gentlemen" the sheriff said quietly. "If you ain't already learned that, I guess it's time to learn it now. Who will it be, preacher? Who gets to feel the blade on this day?"

With a huge smile, knowing he was safe and in control of the situation, the preacher smiled at the three remaining candidates.