Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 12:58:16 -0700
From: Brian <suddar40@shaw.ca>
Subject: Bobby chapter 13

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Scat, Anal and Oran sex between consenting and non consenting men. All
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Chapter 13


Our routine was pretty much the same for the next few days. The boys
rotated in my bed. Sam and Shawn or Sam and Randy, then Bobby and Sam or
any other combination. We got word that Jerry was now off the critical list
and was doing great. He would get some movement back in his upper body, but
would be confined to a wheelchair. I bought his small house myself as there
were no buyers.

The guys that had attacked, robbed and killed Jer, still had not been
caught, although the FBI figured they were still on the Reservation. With
almost 1000 square miles to search it might be a while before they were
caught.

Sam's back healed over very fast. Being young and good food and exercise
helped. The time limit on the chores was reinstated. Not being able to get
help from the other boys to do their chores meant for the first little
while Shawn and Sam took a lot of straps across their butts and cocks, with
Randy giving them most of them.

To my surprise, the boys decided that Randy would be their lord high
executioner when it came to getting whipped. He was the strongest of the
four. I would administer any to Randy or any other boy as I chose.  Bobby
finally got his reconstructive surgery on his cock, which put him on light
duties for about ten days.

It was during this ten days that Shawn finally got a taste of the
electro-torture machine. Using it in the loft proved to be a mistake
because as much as the boys wanted it, I did too. So we moved it back to
the house.  Now we could all be hooked up together.

After rereading the manual on the machine, I found out I could program it
myself. I set up a program that would use every different voltage from 25
to 1000 and amps from .5 to 25. The voltage could be used on any
connection, but the amps could not be used above the waist. I spent almost
a week before I was ready to try it on us all at the same time.

WE made a trip into Ambrose to buy five arm chairs with straight backs. I
got five sets of cuffs from my trunks and set the chair in a circle around
the machine. This program would last almost an hour.

"Okay guys, I put a new program into this machine. We will all experience
it together."

"Wow Dad. This should be cool." Bobby giggled.

"Okay, I'm going to wire myself up as you guys wire yourselves. Everyone
pick a chair." They all sat down and I handed each six wires. All were
color coded.

"Now we start at the top." I clipped two banana clips to my tits.

Both Sam and Shawn yelped when the teeth bit in. It didn't bother Bobby or
Randy. I added a wire to each.

"Make sure you add the correct colored wire guys."

I handed each boy three tubes.  "Inside those tubes is a needle. One goes
in the head of your cock. The other two are inserted in into each
ball. Watch guys."

They watched as I inserted one needle into each of my balls. It doesn't
hurt much inserting needles into your balls, only when you go through the
skin of your sack.

"Before you put the one in the head of your cock, put that ring I gave you
around the base of your cock.

I already had the ring in place and watched the boys fight to get the ring
on over their very hard cocks. I laughed a lot.

"Should have put this on first Dad." Randy said.

I handed each boy an anal probe, with an attached wire.

"Use lube or don't, just shove them into your ass and then sit down."

After they were done I connected them to the machine.

"Okay, blue wire to the base of your cock. Blue wire to the needle in the
end of your cock. Red wire to each ball. Yellow wire to each tit. Green
wire to that metal bracelet on your ankle."

I checked to make sure all of them had the wires in the right place. Then
sat down after sliding the probe into my ass.

"Now, I want you to cuff your legs and arms to the chair."

I cuffed my legs and one of my arms.

"Okay guys I am going to tell you what I have programmed into this
machine. First off the voltage will go from 25 to 1000. The amps from .5 to
25. The amps above your waist will always be .5, meaning your tits will get
only that amount. IF there had been fewer of us I could have added your
nose and ears too. The whole program lasts just under an hour. At some
point you will have a thousand volts and 25 amps running through your balls
and cock. It might be brief or long. The same goes for your ass."

I watched as each boy put a ball gag on, more to prevent them from biting
their tongues than to prevent their screams. I already had one ready to
use. They just put it on and then cuffed themselves in place.

What I didn't tell the boys was my connections were not programmed. In
other words only they would feel this. I had other plans.

"Ready Guys?"

With four nods, I hit the start switch.

I laughed out loud and disconnected myself from the machine. I saw all
their eyes get very big before the first surge of electricity surged
through their cocks. From then on the screams filled the house.

I watched as the program assaulted every part of them. Sometimes they would
be screaming in pain, while other times they would be wreathing in
ecstasy. It was almost surreal as the machine just continued.

I had programmed a break in the routine. Here I picked up a long probe,
very thin. It was hooked into the thousand volt line at 25 amps. All their
cocks were very hard, so it was going to be easy to do what I wanted. Shawn
just happened to be closest.

I kneeled in front of Shawn. He was shaking his head. I touched the end of
his cock with the probe and he screamed bloody murder. His screams just
increased in volume as I slowly inserted the probe into his piss slit. The
probe was insulated except for the tip. As I pushed it into his cock he
thrashed in the restraints holding him. I pushed in about 7 inches. Far
further than the base of his cock. He was almost incoherent when I pulled
it slowly out.

I then went to each of my Sons and did the same thing. After I just sat
back and watched as the program continued. They screamed and cried
throughout. After almost an hour of having all parts of them assaulted the
machine just stopped. All of them were bathed in sweat and all were almost
out cold.

I moved over to Bobby. Bobby was probably the real pain pig of all my boys.

I touched the end of his cock with my probe. His whole body jumped and his
eyes snapped open.

"Do you want more Bobby? You choose for everyone. If you want more everyone
gets the same again."

He mumbled, so I removed his gag.

"Well Son?"

"Ask Shawn Dad."

I looked at Shawn. His head was down and he was drooling.

"I'll accept his decision Dad."

I moved over to Shawn and touched the end of his cock with the probe. His
head shot up and he screamed into the gag in his mouth.

"Shawn, I asked Bobby if he wanted more. He said you could make the
decision for everyone Son. Do you want me to continue?"

I think electro-torture is unique. When the power is on it causes extreme
pain wherever it hits, but when it is off there is no pain.

I myself loved electro-torture.

"Just nod yes or no Son. I'll love you no matter what your decision is."

He turned his head and looked at his three brothers. What that told him I
didn't know. I saw all kinds of emotions crossing his face and in his
eyes. Then he nodded yes.

I went back to Bobby.

"I guess your Brother is like you Bobby." I put his gag back in.

I went back to the machine and reset it. I hit the start button. All four
boys ejaculated almost as soon as the first jolt of electricity entered
their bodies. From then on it was continuous scream of pure pain. All of
them were out cold long before the program shut down. Even using the probe
could not revive them. I disconnected each boy and released them. I went
and got myself a beer and waited for each to come around.

Sam was the first to come around. He woke up screaming until he realized he
was not connected anymore. He fell to his knees off the chair.

"Sam come over here and suck me off." I said to him.

Without conscious thought, Sam crawled over and sucked my cock. After he
got me off.

"Now wake up Shawn and fuck him."

"Yes Father."

Sam slapped Shawn awake and then pushed him to the floor and entered
him. Shawn cried when Sam fucked him but still met each stroke. After I
told Shawn to wake Bobby and then suck him off. That was how it went, the
boys did exactly as I told them. All four were sitting on the floor next to
where I was sitting, all had got off.

"Did you learn anything from this afternoon?"

"Shawn, you first. What did you learn today?"

"Dad, I dreamed of switching the wires on my Brothers so I could have you
all to myself." Shawn started to cry.

"Oh wow. I thought about that too." Randy said.

Randy leaned over and hugged Shawn.

"Don't let it worry you Brother. We all have the same thoughts. We love Dad
so much we all want him to ourselves."

"Sam, what do you say."

"I never wanted it to end Dad."

"Sam if you want to go again, all you have to do is hook yourself up."

"Cool. Oh yeah Dad."

"If Sam's going again then I am too." Shawn said.

"Are you sure Son?"

"Dad, Sam was the first boy that ever kissed me and first boy that ever
said he loved me. I love you Dad, but not like I love Sam. What he does I
will too."  "Well it their going again, I am too." Randy said.

"Me too Dad." Bobby said.

"Well I guess I should go too this time."

"Oh no Dad. We want the probe in the middle too." Sam said to everyone else
groans.

"Okay boys hook your selves up, but on one condition. After this session
you take me to the Loft and finish the other two days."

"Okay Dad."

"I was supposed to be there too. I want the same as Dad Gets." Sam said.

"Does that mean I get to do stuff to you Dad?" Shawn said.

"That it does Shawn. Sure your up to torturing your Dad."

"Dad, I know you will have a chance to get back at all of us."

"True. Now hook yourselves up."

This time I used the probe not only inside there piss slits, but on their
balls and ass. All four were totally gone by the time the machine shut
down. I grabbed a beer, probably my last for a couple of days and walked
down to the loft. I sat and enjoyed that beer.

Sam was the first to show up.

"They sent me out here cause their planning what they are going to do. One
thing I know, no whips."

"Well I guess that means all cock and ball stuff. You worried Sam?"  "No
Dad, I'll be with you."

The boys arrived shortly and right from the start it was plane what they
were going to do. They put Sam in the X frame and hoisted me off the floor
with the hay hoist. They pulled my legs very far apart using ropes tied to
rings in the floor. They put ball gags on us both.

"Just so you know Dad, we will be doing the same stuff to each of you. I
don't think you will be fucking or getting sucked for a while."

What worried me was Shawn had a very evil look in his eyes. I guess he
planned on getting back at me for some reason. I had tried to treat the
boys evenly, but sometimes perceptions could look like I was picking on one
particularly.

They tied a tight wire to the base of both out cocks. That got us both
hard. Sam got a parachute harness fitted to him and Bobby added five pounds
to his nuts. That started his screams. Shawn picked up the battery clamp
and put it on me. I just groaned as he let it go. He looked perplexed, I
guess wondering why it did not make me scream.

"He's had it on him lots Shawn, try the ball clamps with the studs."

"You said we could nail his balls down."

"Yeah, we'll save that for later. I think we will nail their cocks together
on the rack and leave them like that overnight." Randy said.

Shawn picked up the short riding crop. He walked to Sam.

"Sorry love." He smashed the riding crop against Sam's stretched balls. Sam
almost went berserk in pain. Shawn laughed and hit him again.

"Won't be using those nuts for while." He giggled.

"Jer said he had hung Sam up by just balls, so we should be able to stretch
his sack almost to the floor."

With that in mind, Bobby added another five pound weight to Sam's ball
sack.

They had said they would do the same to both of us, but it seemed they were
picking on Sam more than me. That became even more apparent when they
forced one of the silver tubes over Sam's hard cock.

"Don't think we are picking on Sam Dad. We just do a bunch to him and then
we'll work on you."

After tightening the screws forcing them into Sam's shaft, they left him
screaming and came over to me. Bobby twisted the clamp on my cock until I
was screaming. Bobby knelt down in front of me and slipped one of the metal
ball stretchers on me.

"We found about twenty of these Dad, so that should pull your nuts down
pretty good."

After the stretchers they added the ball clamps. The pain in my nuts just
got to be more and more until I almost passed out. They stopped working on
me when I went almost limp in the hoist. Sam had said no whipping, but that
didn't stop them from the occasional smash with the riding crop on mine or
Sam's cock and balls. All that did was more injuries rather than pain. They
were right about one thing, neither Sam or I would be in any shape to get
off or fuck. I was pretty sure I had a rupture already.

After several hours of continuous torture, I had almost no feeling
anywhere. Sam had passed out twice, only to woken up with cold water. They
just stopped and stood talking.

Shawn walked over and released both my cock and balls. When he released the
wire from the base of my cock, my sperm jetted from the opening and I
screamed. The pain in my balls went up several notches. They just left me
hanging as they went to Sam.

They also released Sam and he screamed as his load fired from his cock. His
balls looked to be about twice normal size. He still had the tube over his
cock and randy tightened the screws in. Sam started to scream almost as
soon as Randy turned the first screw. He tightened them all the way in. I
knew Sam now had six sharp screws penetrating his cock shaft. They weren't
the fine needles of the other tube either, but fairly thick screws. They
just left him and walked to me.

When Bobby removed the battery clamp, my cock got instantly hard. Randy had
a quick answer for that, he slapped the riding crop onto my cock about six
times. It deflated.

Bobby, pulled the other tube out of a bowl of alcohol and slipped it over
my cock. He jacked it several time until the heads of my cock was sticking
out the end.

"Okay Shawn, just push the button."

Shawn took a hold of the tube as I braced myself for what I knew was
coming. Shawn pushed the button and thirty very thin sharp needles shot
through my cock. The pain was so intense I passed out before I could even
scream.

When I woke up, I thought at first I must be dreaming. A soft bed was under
me and my hands were held above my head. When I turned Sam was beside
similarly tied. When I looked down my cock was wrapped with bandages. Sam's
wasn't but it was covered in cream. My balls ached like crazy and if I
could, I would have had a hold of them.

Randy came in and seeing me awake, sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry Dad. We might have gone too far. When we couldn't wake either of you
we carried you here. We got your hands tied so to give your balls a
chance. We also put needles in to drain them. We got to sleep so we can
work tomorrow. We'll let your arms go in the morning."

"Thank Son."

"Well I don't know why your thanking me. I sure laid a licking on you two."

"Yes but you also set it up for us to get healed. You could have left us up
in the loft until you got back home tomorrow."

"No Dad we couldn't. We love you too much for that."

Bobby and Shawn both came in and kissed us both, even though Sam was still
out. They left then.

Sleeping was very hard to do, but I must have slept some. When I woke up my
hands were free. I checked Sam and as I touched him he opened his eyes.

"How you feeling Sam?"

"Like I got kicked by a bull." He laughed and then groaned.

I sat up, both needles had been removed and my balls looked almost normal,
except they still hurt like hell. Sam's looked normal, I guess youth really
did help. I carefully got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I
unwrapped my cock. It looked almost normal too, but still hurt very
bad. After pissing I felt much better and then helped Sam into the
bathroom. After a very brief shower we hobbled down to the kitchen. Food
would speed out recovery.

A short note was on the table.  "The Manager said we only needed to work a
half day after we called him and told him you and Sam had hurt yourselves
working in the barn. We should be home by two or three. Take care Dad."

Your boys.

After a good breakfast Sam and I took a comforter into the living room. We
switched on the TV and then cuddled together on the couch. I guess we slept
for a bit, I woke up with a very sore and very hard cock. A very dull ache
in my balls told me they were getting better too. I ran my hand down over
Sam's bare chest and gripped his cock. He opened his eyes and moaned.

"That feels nice Dad."

I peeled back the comforter and went down and sucked on his cock. His hand
came down on my head as he pushed all his cock into my mouth. His young
body responded to the feelings and his thick load erupted into my mouth. It
tasted different than the last time, but I drained him completely. When I
lifted off I jacked his cock and saw why it tasted different, a few small
beads of blood seeped from his piss slit. I just licked them off.

"Feeling better Son?"

"Yeah Dad. Want me to do you?"

"Sure, but be gentle Sam."

He got me off very quickly and like him I too was bleeding on the inside of
my cock. Quite a bit was coming from my piss slit when he lifted off.

"I wondered what the taste was Dad."

Then he sucked my soft cock some more.  "All of you tastes good Dad." He
said as he lifted off.

I pulled him into a kiss and we shared a bit of each other.

"Bobby said that part of you tastes good too. I never tried it before, but
I sure would like to try it again."

I was about to answer him when the phone rang.

IT was Bobby. He said Wayne told them to take off and make sure we were
okay. He said they would be home in about a half hour.

Sam and I made lunch for my three working boys. Just soup and
sandwiches. We grabbed two beers and went out on the deck to wait.

After waiting for 45 minutes, I started to get worried. I called the
Station. Wayne said they left 45 minutes before. I then called Bobby's
cell, it told me it was out of service. I tried Randy's and it too was out
of service. Now I was really worried they had been in an accident. I was
about to the highway patrol when Steve called me.

I'm glad your okay John. We found your SUV, with two flat tires off highway
nine. WE thought you might be on foot."

"My three boys, Bobby, Randy and Shawn were in the truck."

"Okay we got a FBI helicopter looking now."

"Thanks Steve, let me know as quick as you can."

Another very long hour went by with no word. Now I was really worried. If
the truck was found just off highway nine, they should have been found
already. I was about to call again when two State Police and a Band Police
car pulled screeching into the yard. I was out of my chair in a flash.

With out even thinking, I was off the deck and next to Steve almost before
he was out of his car.

"What's happened? Where's my boys?"

"Lets go inside and I think you should put something on too." Steve said.

It was then I remembered neither Sam or I had anything on.

Sam and I went our room and pulled on Jock straps and then jeans and a
t-shirt. We back in the living room in five minutes flat.

"Okay. What's happening?"

"Sit down John." Steve said.

Sam and I sat on the edge of the couch.

"Okay, we think your boys may have been kidnapped. We found no trace of
them between your truck and the road in here."

"Who the fuck would do it?"

"Well this is only conjecture, but we think it might be the ones that
robbed your station. We think they might try to use them as a bargaining
chip."

"Jesus if those fuckers have them they might already be dead?"

"I don't think so, although it gets worse I'm afraid. We found their car at
the Double J Ranch. Jed and his wife are dead and Carol, Jed's sixteen year
old Daughter and fifteen year old Son Ted junior are missing along with
eight horses. We think their headed for the badlands."

"From what they left behind at the Double J, we think they might have gone
native." Gary Yellowfeather, the Band cop said.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Well, you still have horses. We'd like to borrow them and go after
them. Gary figures he can track them if we can cross their trail."

"If your going, I'm going too and Sam here."

"Thought you might say that John."

"You guys can go start saddling the horses. I'll get Sam and myself
ready. You'll find bed rolls and chaps in the tack room. Also carriers for
your rifles."

They took off to the barn while I took Sam up to my room.

"Their not going to hurt the guys are they Dad?"

"I don't know Son, but we are going to kill those motherfuckers."

I didn't have boots to fit Sam, so he would be wearing sneakers. I did have
chaps and showed him how to put them on. After getting dressed we went down
to my Den.

"You know how to shoot Son?"

"Yeah Dad. It was after all a military School I was at."

"Well pick out a rifle you can shoot and grab ammo for it."

I walked to my Dad's old Trunk and pulled out our Grand Fathers old Colt
peacemaker 45. After filling the loops with Ammo, belted it around my
waist.  "Wow Dad, you look good."

I handed Sam a military web belt with a 45 automatic.

Sam strapped it on and grabbed a box of 45 ammo. He had also grabbed an
M-16 rifle. He expertly filled four magazines and put them in pockets of
the vest he had on.

I grabbed my Winchester and we headed for the barn.

WE stopped in the kitchen and I grabbed two big bags of trail mix and a few
odds and ends that would come in handy. We walked to the barn. Steve had
all the horses saddled. I added a set of saddle bags with the food and put
the extra ammo in as well. Not much was said as we got ready to leave.

"Which way do you think Gary?"

"Well I think we should head for the Double J and see if we can cut their
trail. From there we follow as quick as we can. FBI said they would ask the
National Guard for helicopter support and Steve has radios to contact the
FBI."

"Sounds good. Lets go."

The horses really didn't care who was on them, all they understood was they
were going on a ride.

WE must have looked like quite a bunch as we rode out. The two troopers in
blue shirts and dark blue pants with the silver strip down the seams. Gary
in his dark Brown Band uniform pants with his chest bare. Me and Sam in
blue jeans with chaps and plaid shirts. All of us had a pistol of some kind
and we all carried rifles in carriers.

Gary I saw was riding Steele without a saddle, Native Style. Just a blanket
strapped on with water and food in bags.

Rebel cleared the gate followed by Sam on Ben. The troopers and Gary right
behind us. Gary led as we cantered toward the Double J.

The badlands was very good place to hide. The only real thing we had going
for us was that there were only three good water holes. The first was about
five mile inside the Badlands. We figured if one of the criminals knew the
badlands, that was where they would head first.

We cut their trail about three hours later. Gary told us at least two
horses were rode double, so we knew all the hostages were okay to that
point. He rode ahead to see if they were really heading for that first
waterhole.

We finally had to stop, it was getting too dark to see much.

After bedding down, we did without a fire. Sam and I moved together and
covered ourselves with two horse blankets to sleep. Surprisingly neither of
us hurt too much.

Randy was back just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. It was still
dark in the canyons and would be for another hour or so. A quick breakfast
of coffee and trail mix and we were moving again. Gary said they had
stopped at the first waterhole, but it was too dark to see much except the
small fire they had.

We approached that first waterhole very carefully, walking the horses. Now
light enough to see, we could see nothing out of the ordinary. They were
obviously gone. No one was in sight. Gary too a quick ride around out of
sight of the camp to check for an ambush. He then rode into the camp and
signaled us to come down.

What we hadn't been able to see really turned my stomach. The young girl
had been staked down and raped, maybe sodomized too although I wasn't sure
of that. They had finished her by slicing off her small breasts and from
the blood maybe shoved a knife into her vagina, flies almost covered her
body.

Ted was similarly staked out, but on his stomach. He had also been whipped,
with what I thought a bull whip. His back was a mass of bleeding stripes. I
was pretty sure he had been raped too. What even more surprising, he was
still alive. I wondered why he had not been killed too, but figured the
Bastards had figured the carrion birds would have got to him. They were
already circling above.

One of the State troopers called in a helicopter to get Ted and his sister
out. He also asked if the National Guard could patrol the area around the
second waterhole and make sure they were seen. After the mess was cleaned
up we set off at the gallop. I could imagine who would be their next
victims. We hoped to catch them before sundown. That proved difficult as
the trail wandered all over. We were down to walking the horses for the
most part. When the trail turned sharply west, Randy figured they had gone
into Mesa Canyon. Mesa was a box canyon, why they would hole up in there
with no escape route was beyond me. However they could also cover all
approaches to the canyon too. Maybe they weren't so dumb.

No way could we approach on horse back. We stopped and hobbled the horses
before moving in on foot. Sam locked and loaded his M-16 before we
started. Me with my Winchester and the two state troopers with long guns
and Randy with his sniper rifle we ever so slowly approached the entrance
to the box canyon. No breeze, no nothing. It was dead quiet. Only our
breathing could be heard.

It became apparent to us that these guys didn't know someone was looking
for them. No sentries were at the entrance and we were able to get with 200
yards of their camp. They had a large fire going and from what we could see
all had nothing more than loin cloths or leather breeches on. All were bare
chested. I guess Randy was right, they had gone native. I couldn't see my
two boys in the fire light. That scared me. Were they already staked down
in preparation for the nights action. Without knowing where they were we
couldn't start shooting.

We slipped back to plan our attack.

Randy said he would move closer and determine exactly where the boys
were. If he found them he would cover both while we hit the criminals. I
told Sam to aim for legs and arms. I wanted them alive to kill like they
had the young girl. The State troopers were in agreement that taking them
alive would be best.

"They don't leave this canyon alive." I said.

"Whoa, you cant do that. We take them back for trial." One of the State
troopers said.

"Fuck that, they already killed my manager and a young girl. They die
here." I said.

"You can't take the law into your own hands. You can't be judge jury and
executioner."

"You might not be able to, but where my boys come into it I can. Screw the
Law and screw the courts. With a lawyer they'll never get the death penalty
in this State. I'm going to finish them here period. If you fucking don't
like it, take off."

"Dad, can I speak to you?"

"Sure Son." We moved off a bit.

"Okay Sam, what's on your mind."

"Dad, I can hit them anywhere at this range. Maybe aim for their cocks or
balls, cut a cock off they'll bleed out before help arrives."

"You sure you can hit them there?"

"Yeah Dad. Their loin clothes show off their dicks real good. I can hit
them there."

Okay Son, that's what you do. Screw the State Troopers."

We went back and I a greed to try and take them all alive. Everyone was
happier. Gary took off. He would signal us with two clicks on the radio
when he had the boys covered. No talking, we moved forward. Sam got into a
prone position with the entire camp covered. The Troopers moved to a
position to prevent them from escaping into the badlands from the canyon.

Everything was ready, all we needed was word that my boys were okay and
under the gun of Gary. Waiting was damned hard on the nerves. It was
obvious the natives were drinking and just enjoying the camp. Yeah they get
drunk enough to start abusing my two Sons.

The two clicks came and all four were around the fire, but only one was
facing us.

"AS soon as I take one the rest are going to scatter. I hope those troopers
have on in their sights." Sam said.

The crack of the M-16, was followed by a scream of pain. I never even heard
the second, third or fourth shot. All four natives were on the ground. I
was moving even before the last was down.

One of the natives grabbed for his gun just as I got there. He went down
with one in his chest. The others were in no shaper to resist. All were
bleeding profusely from the area of their crotch. Sam was deadly with that
rifle.

Gary and the Troopers quickly moved their weapons out of their range. I
didn't care I went after my two Sons. I found both staked out, but nothing
had been done to them. I was crying as I untied them. Both were crying in
my arms as Sam came up. They mobbed Sam. I got blankets from the natives
horses to cover their nude bodies. The natives had burned their
clothes. That told me their fate right there.

As we moved back into the firelight, one of the Troopers asked me to tend
to one of the wounded men.

"Fuck no. I ain't helping them period. You want to save him, you help him."
I just turned away and sat with my Sons.

The trooper called for a Medical helicopter, but was told that no way was a
helicopter going to try and navigate that narrow canyon at night. He was
told to do what he could until morning.

He got up and walked to me.

"Well I guess your going to get your wish. We can't stop the bleeding on
any of them. Your Son is a very good shot. He ripped the cock off all
four."

"Oh well accidents happen." I said.

"Sir, you are very well known in this State. I just don't understand how
you could order your son to shoot these guys in the balla."

"I didn't order him. I told him to aim for legs and arms. Don't give me any
of your sanctimonious shit, They needed to be killed. Their nothing but
rabid animals."

"Well you got your wish."

"Good riddance."

Gary came over and sat down with me and all my boys.

"You have to look at his point of view. He's a law officer. Sam damn fine
shooting Son. I'd have done the same thing."

The troopers are going out with the helicopters in the morning. I'd like to
ride back with you guys if its okay."

"Sure, but I guess you will have ride double."

"Do I get my choice? He laughed.

One of the troopers brought our horses in and we made a meal. After Gary
joined us as we bedded down. I noticed he was paying particular attention
to Shawn. Shawn had no problem with that.

"I think Gary is like us Dad." Sam whispered.

"Yup. Sure is."

TBC