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Subject: Welcome to Gayberry - 64

Welcome to Gayberry – 64

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64

William and Randy then drove Howard and dropped him at his office and
returned to the court house to sort things out with the mayor and Mr. Hunt.

"I'm not sure how to proceed with those men or, for that matter, with
Mrs. Dykes" the sheriff said. "I'll admit I was surprised to see that
Mr. Hunt didn't resist suckin' dick more when he was made to suck off the
mayor. I think he'll probably have the mayor's stubby little dick fuckin'
his hole as soon as the man can get it hard again. Turns out Mr. Hunt
already had a women's underwear fetish. I guess I wouldn't be surprised he
had played for both teams a little before any of this happened to him."

"It's a damned shame he didn't appreciate what a beautiful boy he had"
William said. "Phillip is an incredibly handsome kid but I'll admit I may
be a little more worried about where his head is than I am about any of our
boys right now. Rafe and Kurt are like open books. Both of them wear their
hearts on their sleeves and I can pretty much tell what they're
thinking. Not so with Phillip. I think the full shock of his situation
hasn't registered on him somehow. I believe that even after his daddy
betrayed him so badly, the boy still thought his parents loved him. I think
he really, deep down believed that and he hasn't been able to let go of
that. I think his mother may be as evil or possibly more evil than his
father. She seems a vain, narcissistic bitch and I know how dangerous those
women are. I lived with one for years.  It'll be interesting to see if
she's showed up to get her beloved husband out of jail."

"Even if she has, I think she'll desert him when she finds out he had his
girlfriend at the bank to raid the safe deposit box and was planning to
take off by himself with the cash. I have a feeling there may be more cash
and possibly other things hid out in that house. We didn't find anything
substantial in the car, although I' ain't sure how close we looked. Was
Mrs. Smith taking the Lincoln back to the Hunt home?"

"I made it clear that the car was Phillip's property and I would regard it
as a crime if she did otherwise" William said.

"Good" Randy said. "What say we head on over there right now and see if
anything is going on."

They headed for the Hunt home. The home was even grander than the sheriff
had noticed on his previous visit. The doorbell was unanswered so the men
walked around to the back of the house. After letting themselves into the
unlocked, tall privacy fence, they found Mrs. Hunt sunning in the nude
beside a sparkling swimming pool.

"So sorry to interrupt but I guess you didn't hear the doorbell" William
said.

After the sheriff introduced her to William she asked if he might know
where her husband was. The woman made no move to cover her totally naked
body.

"I certainly do, Mrs. Hunt," Randy said. "He's sittin' in a jail cell at my
court house."

The sheriff explained the circumstances of his arrest. The woman had still
made no move to cover her exposed body and in fact seemed to spread her
legs a bit as though she wanted attention from the two men.

"I found his car in the drive when I returned home" she said. "I had no
idea where he was but I assumed he'd be back eventually. Michael and I have
very much gone our own ways over the years."

"Do you have keys to the car?" the sheriff asked.

"They are in the ignition" the woman answered. "I saw them when I got
here."

"I think we need to search the car" the sheriff said.

"I am not giving you permission to do that" the woman said. "As a matter of
fact, I think it might be a good idea if both of you left now."

"You no longer have that privilege, Mrs. Hunt," the sheriff said. "The only
person we need permission from is Howard Vague and I can have him here in a
matter of minutes, if I may use your telephone."

"Hell no, you can't use my goddamned telephone!" the woman said angrily.

"No problem, Mrs. Hunt," the sheriff said calmly. "I will wait here while
William drives to Mr. Vague's office to obtain his written permission. He
is working out of what was formerly your husband`s office so I believe it
is less than five minutes from here."

"Okay, okay, use the goddamned phone" she said exasperatedly.

She led the men into a large, nicely furnished den with thousands of
dollars worth of audio and video equipment on display. The family had lived
very well, no doubt about that. The sheriff reached Mr. Vague who offered
to come to the home to assist with the search.  He arrived shortly
thereafter. Mrs. Hunt had still made no move to cover her nude body.

"Don't you want to get a robe or something, Mrs. Hunt," Howard asked her.

"Why the fuck should I?" the woman asked. "This is my house, you insolent
prick. I work hard to keep my body in shape and I enjoy having people look
at it. God knows it's wasted on my asshole of a husband lately. He used to
enjoy it but he seems to have lost interest."

"Maybe it's the fact that he's been fuckin' Mrs. Smith, his preacher's
slutty wife" the sheriff suggested.

"That lowlife little tramp!" the woman hissed. "She's just a temporary
fascination for my husband. He's had a lot of those over the years."

"Are you saying your husband is a serial adulterer?" the sheriff asked.

"I'm saying he has always enjoyed chasing pussy, sheriff"' the woman
said. "He doesn't really know what to do with it when he catches except to
lick it. That is something he does very, very well, but that's about it. I
got fed up with the rest of his nasty ways some time ago. He was always
wanting to watch me fuck other men. That was fun for a while but it got old
after a while just like everything does."

Howard's face was red at such risqué talk and he asked where the man's
home office was. Mrs. Hunt led them down a wide hallway with
expensive-looking paintings to a well-appointed space with a large teak
desk and matching credenza. Everything in the house reeked of expensive
tastes.

"I need you to understand that nothing is to be removed from this dwelling,
Mrs. Hunt" Howard said. "Everything here is considered the property of your
son, Phillip Hunt, now. You will need my permission to remove so much as a
pot or a pan."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the woman asked. "This is my fucking house. I
furnished it. I selected every piece of furniture and every painting and
now you're telling me it all belongs to that little bastard my husband
forced me to have? You have no idea what it took to get this body back
after having that little shitass. I had to have a boob job after he nursed
on my titties for so fucking long. I had a tummy tuck and plastic surgery
to get things toned up after being stretched out like a cow. And now you
are saying everything belongs to him. I'll talk to my father and he'll set
you straight."

"Mrs. Hunt, I have talked to your father extensively" Howard said. "He will
not be taking your calls. He explained that he and your mother had begged
you not to marry Mr. Hunt and that they both begged you for years to take
your son and come to be with them. They have both known he would ruin you
and they want nothing more to do with the entire situation. Your mother is
very gravely ill and your father says he is done with you. He would like to
be here with Phillip but he cannot leave his wife's side. It might interest
you that your father's health seems to be failing as well."

"Fuck those assholes!" she yelled. "They never wanted me to be happy. They
always hated Michael. They doted on our little bastard son so this is just
my father's way of getting even. The fucking bastard! So you are telling me
that all of this is now Phillip's?"

"That's correct" Howard said. "Every stick of furniture, every painting,
every piece of furniture. Even your clothing cannot leave this domicile
without my written permission or you can land in a cell with your husband."

"By the way, Mrs. Hunt, did you realize that your husband might enjoy
sucking the occasional cock?" William asked."He appeared quite eager to
suck the mayor's cock earlier today."

"That lying piece of shit!" the woman hissed angrily. "He told me he was
completely straight. He always made a point of having me see him take an
extra look at another woman. It all goes back to when we got engaged. The
night he ask my father if he could marry me, my father says Michael tried
to hit on him. Daddy was a very handsome man. He said Michael started
groping him and he turned him away. I thought daddy told me that to try to
change my mind about marrying him. Maybe it was the truth. Even after we
got married, I could always get Daddy always gave us money when Michael
needed it for the business. When large sums would disappear and Michael
would be audited, Daddy always came through to bail us out. Michael always
blamed it on someone else. Now I wonder. And I stayed here because he knew
how to eat pussy so well. Anytime I'd pack to leave, he'd get his tongue on
my snatch and talk me into staying with him. I hate that bastard and I hope
he rots in jail. You aren't going to make me leave my home are you? I love
this place."

"You have to leave, Mrs. Hunt" the sheriff said. "Mr. Vague said you have
to go by the end of the month which is less than fourteen days from today."

"That's right, Mrs. Hunt," Howard said, having re-entered the room. "I've
called in some help who will be arriving very shortly to help me inventory
every single item in the house. I didn't think it was an urgent matter
until your husband tried to make off with cash earlier today and until I
saw your behavior. Now I know neither of you can be trusted to respect your
son's ownership and it is my sworn duty to protect your son's interests at
all times. I think it is best if you vacate this house immediately. You may
not take anything except the clothes you are wearing. I will pay a week's
advance rent at the Butter Cup Motel so that you will not be out on the
street but any further expenditure must be authorized directly by me in
advance."

"You ignorant son of a bitch!" she screamed. "I don't have any fucking
clothes on. I have a closet full of clothes all of which are mine."

"You are mistaken, ma'am," Howard said quietly. "Everything in this house
is now the property of Phillip Hunt. You have no claim to anything. I
suppose I might permit you to remove a robe and maybe some house shoes if
you can find them quickly. Then I want you outside this house and I want
all the keys to the house and vehicles."

"I demand to speak to my father" the woman said haughtily. "I can make one
phone call and clear this up."

"You are welcome to make a call but I have spoken extensively with your
father and he wants nothing more to do with you" Mr. Vague said.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number. It appeared it was answered
and she was speaking with her father. Within a minute she started to scream
into the phone.

"You goddamned piece of shit son of a bitch!" the woman screamed. "I can't
believe you'd treat your own fucking daughter this way, you asshole! I hope
mother dies a painful death and I hope you go right behind her, you
motherfucking asshole son of a bitch!"

"I guess that didn't go very well" William said as he escorted the woman
out of her home. They put her into the car, leaving Howard at the home to
complete his work. On the way to the Butter Cup, the woman raved and ranted
about how much her parents had always hated her.

"Howard says both your parents are very ill" William said. "I'll be glad to
pay the toll on another call if you'd like to apologize to them."

"Fuck them!" she said. "I don't want them and I don't need them. Now what
am I supposed to do for dinner?"

"I guess that's your problem" the sheriff said as he abruptly stopped the
car and ordered the woman out.

"But it's another half a mile to that motel" she said.

"I know that" the sheriff said. "But the end of the ride for you is right
here. You can walk the rest of the way or you can crawl. I really don't
give a rat's ass which you choose. I had suspicions that you might be as
vile as your husband and now you have convinced me. I had felt a little
guilty taking your son out of your home, thinking you might actually give
half a goddamn about that beautiful boy. Now I know I was wrong. Get the
fuck out of this car, bitch! Make it fast before I drag you ass out!"

She got out of the car, slammed the door and started to walk away. They
watched her walk for about fifteen feet then Randy pulled back onto the
road, revving the engine and making as if he was going to run her over. She
screamed and jumped into the ditch. Randy and William laughed loudly as
they drove away, leaving her trying to get the dirt and weeds off her robe
and giving them her middle finger.

"I'm glad we went ahead and did that" Randy said. "Now I know for sure we
were justified in acting to take that kid out of that home. I just hope we
can somehow reach him and make it clear we care about him."

"That bitch is so like my wife it is really scary to me" William said. "I
am surprised I didn't kill her and end up in prison. That thought makes me
shudder because their mother and that asshole father of hers could be
raising my boys."

"That didn't happen and your boys are just great" the sheriff said. He put
his hand on his friend's thigh and William placed his hand on top of
Randy's.

"Johnny is just one of the brightest, most fun young men I've ever met"
Randy said.

"I'm glad you like him" William said. "He really likes you. He told me that
he was afraid I might have built you up too much to him and he'd be
disappointed when he got to meet you. He wasn't at all disappointed. He
wishes he were done with school. He said there's no place he'd rather be
than living with us in that big beautiful house with all those boys. He
said he'd be looking forward to being in Gayberry for Christmas break."

"That's great" Randy said. "And Raleigh really isn't that far away. We'll
get to see him next weekend. But for now we need to work out in our heads
what to do with the mayor and his fucking bride. I can't keep both of them
in jail. They've got two daughters younger than Jenny. I don't really think
the mayor's dangerous. He's just a hothead and he loves young pussy. We
know Jenny and her friend Sarah are both a couple of little whores so
there's no danger to them. They may be safer fucking him than they would be
out selling puss to strangers. But I've been struggling for how to handle
Mrs. Dykes. She clearly was guilty of breaking and entering our home and of
molesting Rafe. The main thing I worry about with her is her closeness to
Mrs. Bedford but I have nothing concrete to pin on her. I am very regretful
that I was a part of the plot to have the Colonel knock her up so the mayor
could have a son. Neither him or his wife should have any more babies. I
didn't realize what a jackoff the mayor was or maybe he hasn't always been
so worthless. But I do regret helping out with that."

"There's a lot of time before that baby's born" William said. "We can deal
with that later. Anything can happen with that situation. I really don't
think she wants another baby and it seems the only reason the mayor wanted
a son was to feed his own gigantic ego. That's no reason to bring a little
one into the world."

"For some reason I've been wondering if it might be wise to move Mrs. Dykes
and put her under house arrest with Mrs. Bedford and Aunt Flea" Randy
said. "It would be almost like giving them both enough rope to hang
themselves. I think it would be hard for the two of them to resist trying
to pull off something big. I know Eliza could handle it and I have no doubt
Howard can."

"I think that may be the solution" William said. "The charges you have
would justify sending Mrs. Dykes up to Statesville but it seems a bit much
to burden the warden with two crazy pregnant women prisoners. I wouldn't be
surprised if Thor and possibly even Mr. Hunt end up in Statesville for
gender reassignment surgeries. I think Thor is considering it because he
can't stand the thought of being dependent on someone else to unclamp his
pee tube for the rest of his life. And I think Mike Hunt may have it just
so he can have his own clitoris. I think the idea of sending Mrs. Dykes
into house arrest under Eliza and Howard is a smart move. There's nothing
to lose. If it doesn't work, you can always change her status.  And it sure
seemed that Mrs. Dykes liked the way Bedford bitch was licking her pussy
when they were doing all that baking for the bake sale. It might at least
calm that bitch down."

"And it might just make Aunt Flea jealous enough to see what a vile racist
bitch her best friend in the world is if she gets a little jealous and
starts to resent her" Randy said. "I just can't believe that the woman who
raised me and who was raising my boy has turned out to be a cunt licking
slut."

They both enjoyed a laugh over that as they drove back to the court
house. Howard had phoned the deputy to advise him that Howard would not be
able to be at the service stati9on glory hole so he advised the deputy to
get up there and take care of any horny Gayberrians.

"Maybe Mr. Hunt would enjoy manning the glory hole" William chuckled. "He
was willing enough to get on that cock of the mayor's. Wouldn't it be a
giant comedown to go from being one of the most successful businessmen in
this town to sucking cock at the service station glory hole.  I'm sure
Folly would pay him to punp gas between blowjobs and give him Homer's
little room in the back of the station with a hot plate to cook on."

"Quite a change in lifestyles from living large in that beautiful house on
the hill." Randy said. "Okay, let's go and get Mrs. Dykes and take her over
to my old house and then we need to go by and feed and water the prisoners
before we go home and get changed for choir practice."

"I can hardly wait to see Mrs. Bedford and Aunt Flea dressed in those cut
off orange jumpsuits" William laughed. "You cut those legs off so high I'm
afraid Aunt Flea's fat pussy lips may be hanging out from the leg holes."

"I hope so" Randy laughed. "Both them women thought they was gettin' back
some of their regular church clothes to wear. I'd like to be a fly on the
wall when they see them outfits."

"We're headed over there to take Mrs. Dykes" William said. "Maybe we'll get
to see Eliza breaking the news to the bitches."

They arrived at the courthouse to find Mrs. Dykes napping in her cell. The
mayor and Mr. Hunt were sitting on one of the cots and it looked as if
Mr. Hunt might have been trying to feel up the mayor when they
arrived. Both men were still naked but the mayor quickly pulled a sheet
over his lap and scooted away from Mr. Hunt when the sheriff and William
walked in.

"See there, sheriff" William said. "I told you Mr. Hunt would be wanting
some more of that mayor dick in his hole before the day was over. Looks
like I was right judging by the tent in that sheet the mayor's holding over
his crotch.

Mr. Hunt attempted to get under the sheet with the mayor but the man pushed
him off the cot onto the floor. Mr. Hunt appeared to have landed on his
body where his nut sac had once been as he reached for the area and started
wailing.

"We just left your house, Mr. Hunt" William said. "Your wife has also
vacated the premises and will not be allowed back in there. Mr. Vague is
executing a search of the entire premises. If there was anything you had
planned on getting out after your bank visit this morning, you can kiss it
good bye for good. If you'd like to tell us about anything you have stashed
there, it could save a lot of time and trouble and things could go easier
on you if you ever come to trial."

Mr. Hunt began to wail louder as the sheriff walked to the cell with the
sleeping mayor's wife. He opened the door and shouted at her to wake the
hell up.

"Don't sleep the day away!" the sheriff yelled. "It's the middle of the
afternoon. What kind of example does being a lazy bitch set for your three
daughters? We know Jenny spends a lot of time in the bed but it sure as
hell ain't to sleep."

William laughed loudly at that remark

"We just dropped your pretty little wife at the Butter Cup Motel, Mr. Hunt"
William said loudly. "I hope she'll like the accommodations although it's
hardly the likes of what she's been accustomed to. She was still calling
both of us sons of bitches when we pushed her out of the car and let her
walk the last half mile to the motel."

Mrs. Dykes was awake now as the sheriff told her to get her belongings as
she would be leaving.

"Thanks be to God!" she exclaimed. "You've finally come to your senses and
you're letting me return home. I hoped the governor might talk some sense
into you and it looks like my wish came true."

"Oh no ma'am" the sheriff said. "You ain't goin' home. You got serious
charges pendin' against you. You'll be in custody at my old house which
we're usin' to temporarily house female lawbreakers.  You'll have an ankle
bracelet and if you attempt to leave without proper authorization you'll be
goin' away for a very, very long time."

"But Mrs. Bedford and your Aunt are on house arrest there, aren't they?"
Mabel Dykes asked.

"Oh yeah, I remember now" the sheriff said. "You went by to see the old
bitch right before you got arrested for breakin' and enterin' at my house,
didn't you? That was also before you got arrested for the statutory rape of
a underage innocent teen boy."

"Mrs. Bedford is indeed my friend and one of the most upstanding citizens
this town has ever known" Mrs. Dykes said. "And that Rafe boy or whatever
the little fucker's name might be is a lowlife little bastard who counts
for nothing. I can't believe you're holding Tara Bedford, one of Gayberry's
finest ladies and the original titleholder of Miss Gayberry!"

"I guess that's just another way of you sayin' how much you like it when
she's lappin' at your cunt, ma'am, but that's really none of my business"
the sheriff chuckled.

"I just hope you'll take care of yourself, Mrs. Dykes," William
said. "After all, you've got precious cargo on board. That baby in your
belly is priceless. That Colonel has a reputation for makin' beautiful boy
babies and we wouldn't want this one to be damaged."

"What in the world are you talking about, sir?" she asked. "This is my
husband's baby! I am carrying Franklin Delano Roosevelt Jr. in my belly and
I don't appreciate the implication that I might have had sexual intercourse
with any man other than my husband!"

William laughed as did Randy.

"Don't fee us that bullshit, Mrs. Dykes" William said. "We know the whole
story. Your husband begged the Colonel to seduce you and put his baby
inside you because he wanted a son so badly. All you could manage to give
him were girls. So the colonel seduced you. You thought he was using
rubbers but he would poke holes in the rubbers before he used them and then
would sometimes pull the rubber off before he came, shooting his cum
straight in your pussy. You were too carried away with getting a decent
fuck for a change that you didn't even realize you were being bred every
single time he fucked you. The sheriff and I watched him fuck you
energetically one night in his room at the sheriff's house. You were so hot
you didn't know what planet you were on. Then when you found out you were
pregnant, you got your husband to sleep with you one time so you could pin
your pregnancy on him. We know all about it and so does your husband. It
was all planned and your dear husband was in on the whole thing."

"You son of a bitch!" she shouted at her husband. "All of you are sons of
bitches! I told the fucking asshole I didn't want any more children. That
asshole Colonel knocked me up and now I have to carry this fucking
brat. I'll sign away any parental rights right this minute and I don't want
my husband to have the satisfaction of having a son. He'll never raise this
child. The only way he'll ever get this child is over my fucking dead
body!"

"That can be arranged too, you loudmouthed frigid bitch!" the mayor shouted
at his wife. "You never appreciated my lovemaking skills! I treated you
like a princess! I gave you one of the nicest houses in this fucking town
and three beautiful daughters! You are an unappreciative bitch who wouldn't
even give me a hand job after you had your third daughter. You even threw
me out of our bedroom in our own house and made me sleep in the basement in
a closet. You humiliated me in front of our own children, you worthless
cunt! Thank God our daughter is more of a woman than you've ever been. She
knows how to appreciate a man and his dick. She loves it when I shower her
and her little friend with all the attention you could have had."

"She's taking you to the fucking cleaners, you idiot!" the woman
shouted. "She's using you to buy her anything and everything she wants. You
think she likes that sawed off little pecker of yours that you can't keep
from shooting off for ten seconds? She and her buddy laugh at the way you
get so worked up and sweaty and then start panting and then cum all over
their thighs before you even get it inside them. They are laughing at you,
you fucking idiot!"

"Get that bitch the fuck out of my sight!" the mayor yelled angrily. "I
hope I never lay eyes on you again! And you better not do anything to harm
my son or you'll be sorry. You couldn't give me a son so I had to hire
somebody to knock you up. You never appreciated me. I gave you everything,
bitch and you just blew it!"

"I'm ready to go now, sheriff" the woman said. "Any place will be better
than being in a building with that asshole I married."

"Get out, bitch!" the mayor yelled. "You just wait and see! I'll have a
beautiful woman on my arm in no time. I am the goddamned mayor of this
town. I can get any woman I want! You don't know what you're giving up. Get
the fuck out of here now!!"

Once they were out of t he building and in the car the woman began sobbing.

"I hope I never see him again" she sobbed. "You can't imagine how it felt
to just have him touch me. His clammy touch, the smell of his sweet cologne
and his minty breath freshener. He sickens me. I'd rather be anywhere
else. At least in your house I won't have to be around him at all. And my
girls can come and see me since it's right across the street. They can
visit every afternoon."

"I'm afraid that will not be possible" William said. "Because you are
charged with a sexual violation of a minor, you will not be permitted to be
with your children or any other minors. They are under no circumstances to
be in the same dwelling as you. They may not come closer than the sidewalk
or you will risk going away for a very long time and the children can be
placed with social services."

"No, that's not fair" she said. "I'd never hurt my girls."

"Are you aware that you sexually molested a sixteen year old boy,
Mrs. Dykes? William asked. "That alone could put you in Statesville for
thirty years. In addition you enticed him to join you in breaking and
entering a home. You were caught red handed. You better not encourage your
children to visit you. If they get any closer than the sidewalk, you may
never see them again."

"You goddamned sons of bitches!" she said.

"Calm down, Mrs. Dykes" William said. "You may not have been treated
fairly. I can understand why you did some of the things you have done. I
know how your husband is an asshole and the sheriff and I can understand
how desperate you were for some affection. You haven't killed anyone. I
think we can be convinced that you are, at heart, a somewhat decent person
who deserves her freedom and her children. I think if you are protective of
the child in your belly, that can help convince us that you deserve another
chance with your girls. I can understand also that you feel deceived and
have no interest in raising this child. Your husband practiced the ultimate
deception on you so he certainly isn't worthy of fathering the child
either. If you are willing to do everything you can to deliver a healthy
baby and are willing to assist in seeing the child is placed in a loving
home with a loving family, we would go to bat for you in getting your
daughters back. If not, I am afraid the outlook is not good for you. Do you
understand me?"

"I think I do" she said. "If I keep my nose clean and deliver a healthy
child, you could maybe see fit to let me resume my life with my daughters."

"I think we see things the same way" William said. "Now that might include
channeling information to us that might be useful on some people who have
formerly been your friends and confidants."

"Of course" she said. "And whom might that include?"

"That could include your friend Mrs. Bedford and possibly your husband, he
current mayor."

"Oh I'll be happy to bring that bastard down" she said. "And I'll do
anything to get my daughters and my life back."

"You simply must not let on to Mrs. Bedford" William said. "That includes
having sex with her. We know you enjoyed her lapping your cunt. Let that
continue so as not to raise any suspicions. Just keep your ear to the
ground and collect any useful information. If you fuck us, we will fuck you
beyond belief. Do we understand each other?"

"I believe we do" the woman said with a smile as they pulled up to the
house.

"This could be your last chance" William whispered in her hear as they came
onto the porch of the home. "Don't blow it."

"I assure you I will not" the woman whispered as she squeezed his arm.

The men introduced Mrs. Dykes to Eliza whom she had met previously as
Mrs. Bedford's servant.

"I run a tight ship here for the sheriff" Eliza said. "The sheriff and
Mr. vague make the rules and I enforce them. You will wear what you are
told to wear, eat what you are told to eat, sleep when and where you are
told to sleep. Is that clear?"

"Completely" the woman answered.

"I think what she is wearing now is fine for now" the sheriff said. "We may
want to get her a maid outfit like the other women although Mr. Vague might
find that objectionable once her baby starts to show. She will need special
consideration when it comes to food as she is pregnant. Please keep that in
mind, Eliza."

"I certainly will, sheriff," Eliza said "As for sleeping arrangements, I
really don't think there is room for three in that closet off the
kitchen. At the risk of being indiscrete, I will tell you that the Alabama
boys are all sleeping in the master bedroom. We could put Mrs. Dykes in
Dopie's old room if you like."

"I think that is an acceptable idea, but it seems an extra strain on you
having some of your prisoners upstairs and some downstairs" the sheriff
said.  "What if we moved all three of the women into Dopie's old room?
There is even a lock on the door in the event you should ever need to lock
one or all of them in."

"I'll see to it, sheriff" Eliza said. "The boys have already moved their
things out of Dopie's room so it will be easy. I'll to bring in the old
bunk beds from out in the shed and have one of the cots moved from
downstairs to the new room."

"Very good, Eliza," the sheriff said. "Just make sure that you are not
doing the work yourself. Use them bitches as hard as you can. Even
Mrs. Dykes ain't showin' yet. Use her as hard as it's safe to do. I trust
your judgment on all things like this."

"Thank you, sheriff," she said.

"Did the deputy bring them jumpsuits over for the women to wear to choir
practice tonight?" the sheriff asked.

"Oh yes, he did" Eliza said with a snicker. "I ain't showed `em to the
bitches yet. I know there'll be a row and a lot of crying and gnashing of
teeth."

"You shouldn't have to tolerate that" the sheriff said. "I won't ever
tolerate it. Let's get it over with. If you'll call them out and get the
outfits, we'll get this settled right here and now."

He motioned for Mrs. Dykes to have a seat as Eliza went into the kitchen to
summon Mrs. Bedford and Aunt Flea. When she returned, both women were still
naked as the sheriff had ordered when he left earlier. Aunt Flea looked
embarrassed at being nude but Mrs. Bedford showed no emotion other than
anger.

"When we were here earlier, I told you I'd send you some clothes for this
evenin's choir practice. Before you get them I want to tell you that you
have another partner in crime. Both of you know Mabel Dykes, the mayor's
wife. I think you know her quite well. She is also under house arrest for
breaking and entering as well as a sex crime against a minor. She's here in
hopes of avoiding being sent to the state prison for a long sentence, just
like both of you are. I gave Eliza and Howard Vague complete authority over
the three of you and I expect you to follow any and all orders they give
you without hesitation and with the utmost respect. If you do not do that,
you are subject to immediate incarceration in the state prison. Turn around
and show Mrs. Dykes what happens to women who misbehave in this house."

Both women turned around and showed their badly bruised buttocks which were
still a fiery shade of red after the afternoon punishment.

"Both of you bitches need to know that the only reason you are being
permitted to go to choir tonight is that the church is in dire need of your
services" the sheriff said. "The pastor came to me with a special
appeal. This is only on a one-time trial basis and further permissions will
be based on your behavior this evenin'. Mr. Vague will be joinin' you
tonight for the rehearsal and Mr. Walker and I will be in attendance as
well. You better damn well believe that neither one of us will hesitate to
strip you down and punish you in front of the entire choir if you get out
of line. Eliza has your clothes for the evenin' and I wanted you both to
try them on to make sure they fit your sorry asses."

"Randy, please watch your language" Aunt Flea chided as Eliza pulled the
two orange jumpsuits out of the bag and ordered the women to put them
on. William, Randy and Eliza were snickering as the women looked at the
orange garments in horror, each holding one up to her body.

"What are you waiting for?" the sheriff snapped. "We don't have all day to
fuck around with you sluts."

"Randy, watch your language" Aunt Flea chided. "Please. You were raised
better than that."

"Excuse me, Eliza" the sheriff said. "I try not to use such language in
front of ladies and you, being the only lady present do deserve an apology.

"Randy, I can't possibly wear this" Aunt Flea said as she began to cry.

"You can wear this or you can go naked and show your bare cooch to the
choir and the choir director and to Jesus for all I fucking care."

Tara Bedford had her long, thin legs through the leg holes and was pulling
the jumpsuit on.  The garment hung on her like a garbage sack as she was so
tall and thin. The legs had been cut off so short, there was a very obvious
obscene camel toe which made the men giggle.

"Why, Mrs. Bedford, looks like the only meat you got on them old skanky
bones of yours is down at that hairless cooch" the sheriff chuckled. Eliza
giggled at the remark as did Mrs. Dykes until Mrs. Bedford shot her an
angry look.

Aunt Flea was having more trouble squeezing her curvy body into the thin,
cheap fabric. She finally managed to get it pulled up and the zipper up
about halfway. Her ample bosom was about to spill over and it looked as if
the zipper would go no further. The fabric was bulging and her gray hair
was peeking out from the crotch. They were a hilarious pair to look at.

"Randy, please, we can't leave this house looking like this" Aunt Flea said
as she began to sob. "This is humiliating. We've never done anything to
deserve this. We'll be the laughingstock of the entire town."

"Maybe the entire town will see what happens to two old racist bitches who
pay to have young boys killed and who fund organizations who burn down
communities and schools."

"But, Randy, I didn't do any of those things" Aunt Flea sobbed.

"You enabled your cunty friend to do it and you defended her" the sheriff
said, his voice hard. "That is just as bad as performing the act
yourself. You are as guilty as she is and this is how it's going to be. You
will go as you are now or you will stay right fuckin' here."

"Shut up, Flea!" Tara Bedford snapped. "I'm getting sick and tired of your
constant whining and crying. Your own nephew wants to humiliate you. Don't
give him the pleasure of seeing you so upset. The fabric will relax after
we have it on a while and you'll be able to cover those big titties by
choir time. Just suck it up and shut up."

"Well I suppose if you're all right with it I'll just have to be all right
with it too" Aunt Flea said.

"What a paragon of virtue!" Randy exclaimed. "What a courageous example you
set! Aunt Flea, you let that old bitch throw you under the fucking bus time
and time again and you just buckle and do whatever she tells you to
do. That is exactly why you're in this deep river of shit. Are you really
this fucking stupid?"

"Randy, please watch your language" she said. "All right, we'll go since
the church needs our service. We can't let our dear congregation of
believers down."

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Randy said to his friend William. I can't
believe I trusted this stupid fuckin' bitch to raise my son. I'm lucky she
didn't let him drown in his bath fucking water!"

The men left, slamming the front door so hard the glass in the windows
rattled.

Once in the car, Randy apologized to William for losing his temper.

"It's all right, buddy," William said calmly, soothing his friend. He put
his hand on the sheriff's thigh and moved closer to him.

"It's perfectly normal to be upset in the face of such blatant stupidity"
William said in his soft, calm voice. "It's a good thing to let it out,
buddy. If you don't, it will keep building inside you and that isn't
healthy. If you do that, it will build up and come out at times it
shouldn't. Like when you're with our boys. When you are feeling steamed,
let it out or the pressure will keep building. That isn't healthy for
anyone."

"Thanks" the sheriff said. "You certainly know how to calm me down. You
have that effect on me. I'm not sure I've told you how much I missed you
while you were in Raleigh. I wasn't functioning too well. I found myself
unable to focus. If it hadn't been for the doctor stepping up and taking on
so much responsibility, I ain't sure I could've managed."

"I understand" William said softly. "I was the same way. When I had dinner
with Johnny, he kept asking what was wrong with me. I told him I was fine
but he said I seemed distracted. He said he's never known me to be quite
like that. Before he left town, he said he understood. He thinks I am in
love with you. I don't know if he's right because I don't think I've ever
been in love. I've loved. I know that. I love my sons and all the boys who
live with us and doc and you and Dopie but I'm not sure I've ever actually
been in love. He may be right. The men kissed tenderly right there in the
car in the driveway of Randy's old house. It was a long, tender kiss
without urgency. When they broke, they smiled at each other.

"I think it's time for us to go feed our assholes" Randy said with a
chuckle.

They stopped at the day old bread store and got a couple of loaves of white
bread. Randy had earlier put a case of water bottles in his trunk so they
headed to the slave quarters where their prisoners were.

"You know we've got to make some decisions regarding disposition of these
assholes" William said. "We can't just keep t hem here forever."

"I do know that" Randy said. "I think they're all pretty fearful about
what's coming next but we have some serious decisions to make. I can't get
in my head what is fair for the Smith brothers as long as there are other
fathers out there running free who did that awful thing to their own
boys. I can't, in good faith, allow them to escape punishment. I know the
Smith brothers were the ringleaders but the father of every boy who went
through that has to be accountable, at least in my head."

"I think you're right" William said. "It's a big job. Do we have any idea
how many of them there are?"

"No, but it can't possibly be all that many. It's a small church. I can't
imagine there would have been a dozen families with teen or pre-teen boys
in that congregation. The church itself is just a shack. It couldn't have
held that many people although they were evangelizing across some pretty
clear lines. We know about Kurt, Rafe, and Phillip. That's three. I'd say
maybe a dozen at the very most so that is not unmanageable."

"I think we have to get a list of names of boys who attended that church"
William said. "We've hit it a few times with the preacher, but then we
always got sidetracked. We were really beginning to focus on that when
P.T. cane along, then when Thor came along. We need to sharpen our focus
and get this information. Then we can make a plan. It will be an operation
if we do it right but I know we can get the help we need. Our first
objective has to be getting a list of names. I think preacher is terrified
of that blade. He's been in that box with P.T.'s cock in his mouth for
hours now. I know P.T. will do anything to stay out of that box and I think
the preacher is pretty close to the same."

"I guess I worry a little about verifying the information we get" the
sheriff said. "I believe that preacher would just start spoutin' names to
keep that blade off his cock. We need another source and I just ain't sure
how we get it."

"What about Elder Hunt?" William asked. "You've got him in a cell. He's
already lost his nuts and he has nothing to lose but his cock. I think he
really wants to keep that. Do you think we can get a list of men who
belonged to the church from him? He seems reasonably intelligent."

"Oh yeah, he's a sharp guy" the sheriff said. "Too sharp for his own
good. . Let's feed the fuckers, get what we can get out of the preacher,
then we can go and see Elder Hunt again."

"Sounds like a plan to me" William said.

They both entered the building without turning on the lights and, as usual,
the prisoners heard them and were hoping for a rescue. Barrow and Jack
Smith were asking them to identify themselves and the longer there was
silence, the more hopeful the men seemed to become.

"Who sent you?" asked Will Barrow, sounding more hopeful by the
second. "Did Mrs. Bedford send you to rescue us? Is that you, D.?"

"Did Magda send you?" Thor's deep gravelly voice asked. "Cut us loose!"

"Sorry boys, it's just us" William said sweetly as he turned on just the
spotlights focused on the center of the room where the wooden box lay on
the altar table with the mattress on the floor beside it.

Barrow started to sob, as did Mr. Print.

"You sons of bitches!" Thor exploded. "My fuckin' bladder is about to bust
any minute!"

"When are you sons of bitches gonna get tired of this game and let us
leave?" Mr. Print asked.

"That's hardly a nice way to greet men bringing you food" the sheriff said.

They could hear muffled sounds from the wooden box

"Sure hope you haven't had a heart attack in that coffin, dear
daddy—in-law" William said in a singsong voice.

William untied Charlie and handed him a loaf of the bread he had
opened. Charlie could not at first move his extremities, having been tied
in place for so long. Eventually he regained motion and began to stretch
his arms and flex at the elbows. He did several slow knee bends and squats
which appeared to be painful for the teen boy.

"Damn, Charlie" William said. "If you're having that much soreness I can't
begin to imagine how these older fuckers must be feeling. Are your fucking
arms numb, Mr. Print? Do you have any feeling at all below the waist, Jack?
Poor old Barrow. Son, for a man who was such a good looking stud when he
got here, you haven't aged well at all. Sheriff, I think we need these
assholes cleaned up. Good thing we got some shave cream and razors when we
stopped for bread. I think we need to put Charlie on a clean up detail to
get these boys freshened up in case we want to fuck any of them."

Barrow's sobs grew louder. Mr. Print was crying audibly now. Jack Smith
remained silent, hoping not to attract the attention of his captors and
Thor continued to beg for his clamp to be released to drain urine from his
bladder which he was certain was about to burst at any moment.

Charlie had the small hose and had begun to lather his father's body with
soap and carefully rinse him.

"Go ahead and take the gauze off his cock, Charlie," William said. "It
won't hurt as much if you get it wet before you remove it. He's suffered a
lot and he's behaved much better. He deserves a break today."

"Thank you, sir" Mr. Print said quietly. "Thank you ever so much."

The sheriff walked up to Jack Smith and grabbed a handful of his thick
pubic bush, pulling on it painfully. The man didn't make a sound.

"I think I owe you and your brother an apology" the sheriff said quietly
and calmly. "I haven't thanked you lately for giving me the gift of your
son. Kurt is the sweetest, kindest boy I've ever known and he is a joy to
have in our lives. You need to know that he's a happy boy now too. There
isn't a day that passes that he doesn't wake up with a smile. He's just a
joy and I'm so thankful for him. He's also a hard worker and a very smart
boy. We'll be taking him up to Raleigh next weekend to visit the
university. I'm hoping he'll be attending college next year and we're
working with him so he can skip a whole year of studies and enter college
as a sophomore. The boy has potential to make anything of himself he wants
to be. Not like his fucking loser of a biological father. You're about as
low a piece of human shit as I've ever encountered, except possibly for
your worthless piece of shit brother. Every day any memory of you fades
further from Kurt's mind. Eventually he won't think of you at all. You
pissed all over something beautiful. And you and your brother are getting
one last chance. Today is the day that the two of you give us the names of
every boy who got cut at that church. It really is your last chance. If you
don't I may very well rip off your cocks and your nuts with my bare hand
and feed them to you. Think about it, you son of a bitch. Your time is
drawing nigh."

The man began to cry.

"Please, I didn't start none of this" he said. "It was all on my
brother. It was his idea. It was his church. I wouldn't have even known
these men and these boys if it hadn't of been for him. It ain't on
me. You've got to understand. I've got a wife and daughters who need me. I
need to get home to them. I'm a family man."

The sheriff released his hold on the man's thick pubes and gave him a hard
fist right in the gut. Roy began to retch in pain and spew water from his
mouth.

"Family man indeed" the sheriff barked. "You lowlife son of a bitch. You
better be thinkin' right now. It's the end of the road for you and your son
of a bitch brother."

The sheriff walked away from the man who continued to sob and beg for
mercy.

"Hurry it up, Charlie!" the sheriff barked. "Clean up Jack next. He's
getting some special attention today."

Jack Smith wailed at the sheriff's words. He had heard the threat in the
sheriff's voice and knew he would not escape their attention today.

William was standing in front of Thor now who continued to beg for his piss
tube to be unclamped.

"You piece of shit!" William barked right in his face. "You're already
getting soft. All those muscles you've worked on and been so proud of all
your life are already turning to flab. Without testosterone, you're gonna
turn into a worthless blob of fat good for nothing except to use as a
cumdump. Those men in Statesville will still be glad to fuck you in the ass
or in that mouth for quite a while to come and you'll be too weak to even
fight off the weaker ones. There's a shitload of muscle men in that prison
who look like you used to look. They've still got their balls churning out
testosterone by the gallons and they still have dicks to fuck you with
twenty four hours a day.  I just hope that every time you feel a monster
dick splitting you in half that you think about my handsome son's
face. He'll be out in the world, handsome as ever with his cock getting all
the pussy or ass or cock or whatever it is he wants while you'll be nothing
but a cumdump for a bunch of horny prisoners. Think about it asshole. Think
about what you gave up to do the dirty work for a piece of hum shit like
P.T. Sligh. Think about how it could have been for you. You might have had
a son of your own as handsome as mine who adored you and honored you and
respected you. But you chose P.T.'s nasty ass instead. I hope you think
about that every day for the rest of your life."

"William, I am so sorry" the man said calmly. "I really am. I made terrible
choices. But I never really meant you or your sons any harm. I was just
doing what I was paid to do. I swear to God I never had anything against
you regardless of how much he hated you. I never harbored any hate in my
heart for you."

William spit in the man's face and walked away over to where Will Barrow
continued to sob.

"Will, buddy," the man said quietly, put an arm around Barrow. "You're the
one I feel sorry for in this whole group. You had it all. You worked and
studied hard to get through college. You had earned the respect of so many
in this community and you were climbing up the ladder professionally. Why,
you were an assistant principal before you turned thirty and acted very
competently when the principal became indisposed. You were a real
leader. You could easily have been the mayor of Gayberry and possibly even
the governor of this state. There is not a better looking man in this
entire region of the state. You have a very masculine appearance and a
substantial countenance. You really are a man who had it all until you made
some shit choices. And now you're reduced to a sniveling, sobbing turd tied
to a fucking wall in the middle of nowhere. You're nothing more than a
fucktoy for any real man with a hard cock and even a fuck toy for a teen
aged boy who's just getting through puberty. How far you have dropped,
Barrow. I hope that is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the
morning tied to this fucking wall and I hope it's the last thing you think
of before you drift off to sleep. I hope that is the case for the rest of
your miserable life, however long or short that may be. And I hope you have
constantly in your thoughts the way that razor is going to feel shaving off
your handsome, manly pelt and the way that steel blade will feel cutting
into your flesh and taking your last vestiges of masculinity."

William grasped a handful of Barrow's thick, jet black pubic hair and
pulled it until Barrow was sure it was being pulled out by the roots before
releasing it and leaving him again sobbing.

Charlie had finished bathing his father and had begun on Jack Smith,
lathering his handsome, hairy chest. Randy was finishing brushing
Mr. Print's teeth when William walked over to him. He allowed Mr. Print to
spit then gave him water to rinse.

"There now, I bet that feels much better, doesn't it, Mr. Print?" William
asked. "Looks like your circumcision is beginning to heal. I hope that
Charlie wetting the bandages made for a much less painful removal."

"Yes, it did, it certainly did and I appreciate it very much" the man
said. "I don't think I could have taken them being ripped off again today."

"Oh, don't say that" William said. "We can all take much more than we
imagine we will be able to. Sheriff, do you think his cock is healing
nicely?"

"I aim't had a close look" the sheriff answered. "Perhaps we should both
check it out."

"I assure you I am healing nicely" the man said. "Please don't bother with
me."

Both men knelt and began to examine his genitals, stroking his hairy nut
sac.

"Please don't do that" Mr. Print asked. "Getting an erection is even more
painful than having the dressing ripped off. Please don't touch it. Please
let me just heal today. Please. I am begging you."

"We are only doing our duty in checking our prisoners' progress" William
said as he teased the man's hairy hole with his finger and Randy began to
stroke the cock. As anticipated, the cock began to rise and blood began to
ooze out of the surgical site.

"Oh no, goddamn" the man shouted, trying to move away from their teasing
hands but unable to do so.

William was now roughly fingerfucking the man with two fingers as the
sheriff began to stroke the bloody dick. Mr. Print was screaming and
begging the men to stop torturing him but they persisted.

"Have you shot a load since your surgery?" the sheriff asked over his
screams.

"No, and I don't ever want to cum again! Please let me go now" he begged as
the sheriff continued to roughly stroke him.

"If you'll just shoot your load, we'll leave you alone" the sheriff
said. "We just don't want you to get blue balls. That can be painful."

"No, please let me go!" the man begged. Please. I can't stand this."

"Well all right" the sheriff said, unhanding the man's bloody dick. William
removed his fingers from his hole and the man's cock began to wilt
immediately. He was still crying in awful pain and his cock was covered in
blood.

"We were just trying to look out for you" the sheriff said. "I guess you
just ain't a very grateful guy. It won't be our fault if you suffer from
blue balls. Charlie, when you finish, spray your father down again. He's
made a mess."

"Yes, sir, "Charlie answered as he finished bathing Jack Smith and moved
back over to spray his father with the hose. The man again began to scream
as the water hit his painful cock.

"Oh look, sheriff," William said. "Looks like Mr. Smith got a little hard
while Charlie was bathing him. Were you having naughty thoughts, Roy? Were
you thinking how good it would feel to have young Charlie's mouth sucking
on your hard meat and licking those nice, hairy nuts?

The man stayed silent, looking down at the floor and refusing to make eye
contact with his captors.

"That silent treatment won't work anymore" the sheriff said. "You can't fly
under the radar today. You or your brother or maybe both of you will be
feeling the blade very shortly now. Have you thought about how it's going
to feel cutting into your tender dick meat?"

"Such a nice cock he has too" William said. "Seems almost a shame to do
anything to it."

William was kneeling before the handsome man now, handling his uncut
meat. The man had a thick light brown bush and a very nice cock which was
still slightly hard. William moved the foreskin back and forth a few times,
exposing a shiny pink cockhead which was continuing to grow and which
glistened with drops of his pre-cum.

"Please don't do that" the man said quietly, still refusing any eye
contact.

"Oh my" William said. "I don't think Mr. Smith is comfortable having a man
touch his privates. Mr. Smith may not like it but his dick sure does seem
to."

William and Randy laughed as the man's cock continued to harden in spite of
his efforts to will himself soft.

"Jack, tell me honestly, should we cut you first or your brother?" Randy
asked as he started to masturbate his cock rhythmically.

"Without a doubt it would be my brother" Jack said. "As I've fucking told
you over and over again, I was not a player in this. My own brother
deceived me into cutting my son. I would never have participated in this
had Roy not instigated it. I let him convince me my son was bound for hell
and I wanted to save him."

"So you are telling us that you were such a believer that you wanted to
save your own son while you were yourself committing the sin of fornication
and incest with your brother's daughter who was also engaged to marry your
son" William said.

"That is a lie!" he said, beginning to be upset.

"We saw you doin' it, Jack" the sheriff said. "We caught you dead to rights
fucking your own brother's daughter. You were slidin' that hard dick in and
out of that soppin' wet little cunt and lovin' ever' minute of it just like
she was. You can lie to your brother about it all day long but I saw you
fucking your pretty dick in and out of the girl who was your own brother's
daughter and your son's fiancé, not to mention the fact that she was
underage. Yet you want us to believe you were so righteous that you wanted
to save your son from the fires of hell for touching himself? Your story
won't fly here."

The man was now dripping copious amounts of pre-cum from his now fully hard
cock.

"Is it thinkin' about Sarah's sweet pussy that's got you so hard, Jack?"
the sheriff asked. "Your cock's really goin' now. You're leakin' like crazy
and that dick's rock hard buddy. Are you thinkin' about Sarah's sweet
little pussy or how hot it was seein' your own brother handlin' your cute
young son's dick? Tell us, Jack."

"Okay, okay" the man said, beginning to pant. "It was both. That was a
sweet young pussy and I got her cherry. His wife was ready to fuck me too
but I hadn't got around to it. Roy don't much really like the puss. He
won't eat it or nothin'. He don't know how to treat a puss but I do. I've
always loved pussy."

"You love shootin' them big loads too, don't you, Jack?" the sheriff asked
as he continued to beat the man's meat for him. "You're feelin' a load
buildin' right now down in them nuts, ain't you? Way down deep in them
hairy low hangin- nuts of yours. It's gonna work its way up from them low
hangin' nuts and shoot right out of that big fat cock just like it shot in
Sarah's sweet, tight little pussy. Isn't that right, Jack? You're
rememberin' how that tight little wet pussy felt on that hard cock of yours
aren't you, Jack? Remember that hot little cunt?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" he said, gasping for breath. "That was the tightest little
pussy I ever felt grip my dick. And it would've just been wasted on my
boy. Kurt didn't have a clue how to appreciate a quality pussy like that
girl has.  It was so fucking sweet!"

The man's cock was pulsing now and he was just at the point of shooting his
load.

"This may be the last load you ever have movin' up from them nuts, Jack and
too bad I'm gonna spoil it for you. The sheriff said."

Just as he was at the point of erupting the sheriff removed his hand and
William shoved three fingers into his hairy hole. The man responded as
violently as he could in four point restraints.

"Oh goddamn!" he shouted, moving his hips back and forth seeking any kind
of friction to finish his climax. But there was nothing but air as the
pre-cum dribble out of the end of his cock, his load denied release.

"Please don't do this" he begged. "Goddamn the two of you motherfuckin'
sons of bitches! I really need to cum. Please just let me finish. I'll tell
you anything."

"You'll tell us anything you know without coming, you asshole, unless you
want that blade slicing into that pretty foreskin of yours William said
harshly.

Now Jack was sobbing which was a first for the man who prized his
masculinity above all else.

"Please, I only know a couple of the names of boys who got cut" he
whined. "I was there for all of them but most of `em I didn't know. I know
a couple of names. Please just finish me off. Please let me shoot."

"Names, Jack" William said, holding his pen and a pad of
paper. "Names. Now."

"Oh Goddamn!" the man said. "We all swore on the Holy Bible we''d never
tell.  Roy made us all swear to secrecy and said we'd go to hell if we
broke that vow of silence."

"Names, Jack," William said.

"Okay, okay" he said. One I know was a boy named Donnie. Donnie
Thornton. His old man, Mick went to school with me and Roy like most of the
paws did. Roy told Mick the same shit he told me, He convinced him his kid
was going to hell for beatin' his meat. He made him take the door off his
bedroom but he caught the boy still touchin' himself. He was the first one
I went to after we cut Kurt. Roy made all the paws elders in the church
after we cut the boys. I was even an elder in the church and I don't
believe none of that shit!"

"Okay, that's one name" William said. "Give us another one."

"Let me think" the man said, still crying. "The next one was Bob. That's
right. His daddy was Wayne. We used to go huntin' together all the time. He
didn't want to cut his boy at first but Roy convinced him the kid was bound
for hell if he didn't take some action. He told the man it was the only
path to salvation for the boy. The paw tried to tell Roy that we had all
beat our meat when we was kids but Roy claimed he'd had some kind of
revelation from God that boys had to stop it or they'd go to hell. Roy can
be pretty persuasive, especially when he gets in that pulpit and it's all
hot in the church and he gets loud. It's almost like you feel dizzy
listenin' to him and you just believe what he says. He knows how to get a
crowd stirred up and wantin' to believe ever'thing he says."

"Okay, who else?" William asked. "We need another name."

"There was a few in there that I'd never met till we did the cuttin'" Jack
said. " I don't remember their names. But I remember the last one. That
boy's name was Sonny. Smallwood. His paw's name was George. I could never
forget that one. George has a mechanic shop over near the high school. Him
and his son worked out together all the time. There wasn't no mama in the
house as I recall. Both of them has muscles like you wouldn't believe. The
reason I remember is cause his paw give the boy somethin' before we got
there to make sure he'd be calm and not try to get away. He's a big kid
– a football player with big muscles. The kid seemed kind of groggy but
when he saw that shiny blade he went wild. He managed to throw all of us
off of him and get off that table. He run out the door of the church and it
took all of us to track him down in the woods, tackle him and bring him
back in the church. We had to tie him down to the table. He fought like a
wild man. I tried to get all of `em to just quit but Roy was determined. He
kept shoutin' at the boy that it was the will of the Lord and the boy kept
cussin' at him and screamin' back that we ought to all get fucked. He kept
swearing' to get even till he passed out when the knife sliced into
him. The paw and all the men was upset that night. I thought the boy's paw
was feeling' regret but it turned out he was just embarrassed that his boy
had caused such a ruckus. That was the last one I went to and I think it
may have been the last one. We was all a little shell shocked by that
one. I know there was another one in the plannin' but I don't know the
boy's name or the paw."

"No, we know about that one" William said. "It was supposed to happen the
night we brought your brother here. He was the son of a single mother and
he's safe. He knows his mother was in on it and the boy's now safe and
livin' with us."

"I remember Roy had a list" the man said. "I seen it one time and there was
about ten or so names on it. I think it was all the teen boys in the
congregation. I know Roy enjoyed doin' that shit because I saw he got hard
at every single one. I don't think anybody else knew he was getting' off on
doin' it. It was kind of exciting havin' all that power over them boys like
we could do whatever we wanted."

"You really are a lowlife piece of shit!" William said as they walked away.

Charlie had finished bathing Will Barrow and Thor while they were dealing
with Jack Smith.

"I guess it's time to take the assholes out of the box. Randy and William
untied Thor and, once he could move his extremities, led him by his ropes
over to the box. They helped him to stand on the altar table over the
wooden box as they pried the nails out of it and, once the top piece of the
cover was off, William unclamped Thor's piss tube, releasing his hot piss
into the box. Neither of the men in the box could move their extremities
and neither could see, having been in the darkness for so long. Suddenly
they were deluged with warm piss. Both men were sputtering as the piss
continued to flow. William, Randy and Charlie enjoyed a good laugh as the
pee continued to flow. They let Thor's bladder empty completely this time
and then walked him back to his spot and tied him back on the wall. They
then assisted P.T. and Reverend Roy out of the wooden box and ordered
Charlie to rinse away the piss and to wash the men who had been in the
box. They then took P.T. to the wall and retied him, ordering Charlie to
bathe the older man.

Roy was immediately panicked when he realized he was now the only one not
tied in his place on the wall. He had learned that it was not good to be
singled out for attention.

"Please don't do anything to me" he started to beg.

"Shut the fuck up" William said. "You're about to get your goddamned peter
sliced and diced if you don't do exactly as we say. "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir" the man said softly, clearly fearful for his very life.

"Your brother has given a list of names of the boys you assholes cut on at
the church" William informed him. "You are going to give me your version of
events. I want the names of the boys and their fathers in the order you cut
them. I know you haven't forgotten a single one of them because your
brother told us you were sexually excited each time you circumcised a boy."

The reverend started to cry, knowing he was now caught and had no choice
but to talk.

"Will you promise not to cut me if I tell you the complete truth?" he
begged.

"We are not promising you jack shit, reverend" William said. "What we are
telling you is that you have no choice at all. You have run out of time. We
already have information from your brother and Elder Hunt has already
spilled his guts. If you don't give us complete information right now, you
will regret it the instant you feel the blade. Once that shiny blade cuts
into your dick meat there's no turning back."

William and Randy had removed the wooden box from the table and had laid
Roy on his back, his arms and legs bound to the floor with the long
ropes. He was completely exposed and vulnerable as William produced the
gleaming blade, it's silver sparkling in the spotlight. William got between
the man's legs and began to slice a tiny spot on the bottom of his fuzzy
nut sac. Preacher Smith started to scream at the top of his lungs.

"Please no!" he screamed. "For the love of God! I'll tell you everything. I
know them all I'll tell you every single one of them and their
fathers. Just please move that blade. Please. Please. Please."

William removed the blade from his nut sac which was oozing just the
tiniest amount of blood.

"Now, no more delays" William said as he took his pad and pen from his
pocket.

"The first one was Kurt Smith, my brother Jack's son. Do you want the
dates?" the preacher asked, his body trembling from head to toe.

"That won't be necessary for now" William said. "Just the names of the boys
and the fathers."

"Okay, like I said the first one was Kurt Smith who is the son of Jack
Smith" the man said, calming now that the blade had been put away. "The
next one was Donnie Thornton. His father is Mick. They were members of the
church from the very beginning and the father and me went to school
together. The next one was Bob Grissom. His paw was Phil. They moved here
from Charlotte and just happened into the church. The next one was Wes
Chappell. His paw was Billy. They come from another church near us after
the church had split in two. The dad is a real fine man and the boy was
real arrogant little son of a bitch who knew just how good lookin' he
really was. I knew from the day I met that boy I'd be bringin' him down a
few notches and it didn't take long to convince his paw. The next one was
John Felding. His paw is Steve. Both of them is true believers. I should
say the paw is a true believer and the boy was. Old Steve told his boy what
was going to happen and the son accepted it as God's will. But that changed
when he felt the blade. He tried to say it was all a mistake and he started
fightin' and none of us could calm him down. It got really bloody that
night cause he kept flailin' and screamin' but his paw was determined to
get it done to save his boy's soul. The next one was Earl Stallworth. His
paw was named Gordon. Gordon's a good man but he ain't the sharpest pencil
in the box. It was easy to convince him to do it but his son fought like
crazy. That Earl had about the thickest bush I ever seen on a boy that
age. I don't remember the boy ever showin' up at the church again after it
happened. Sometimes they'd do that and stay away for a while but most of
the times their paws would force `em to come back like threatenin' to take
away their cars or trucks and stuff. Then the next one was Phillip
Hunt. You know about that one. His paw is a real queer duck. He had more
money than most of my members and I was kind of surprised when he showed up
at my little church. But he brought his boy and they was there most ever'
Sunday. He wrote some real nice checks for the church and he believed
everything I told him. He was all in on these nights and I know I saw his
dick get hard ever' time we did it. He was the only one who brought up the
subject of cuttin' his son before I did. He was really excited to have it
done and he made sure all the other men was gonna show up on the night it
happened. I remember he brought several bottles of really nice wine for us
to share before we done it. His boy kept comin' to church with him but it
scared me a little the way the boy just glared at me. It was like he was
just waitin' for the chance to get back at me. I seen him lookin' at his
paw the same way sometimes. It was Elder Hunt that made me start thinkin'
about how we could make some real money for the church. The last one we did
was Sonny Smallwood.  That was one helluva night. We almost got caught that
night. The boy is a big, muscular football player, like his dad. His paw
was afraid the boy would fight so he gave him a little liquor with some
Valium in it before they showed up. When we got started, Sonny fought like
hell.  He even escaped from us with ever' one of us holdin' him down on
that goddamned table. He got out of the church and we hunted him down in
the woods. If he'd got away we'd probably have all got caught but his paw
tackled him and we all tied him up and got him on the table. He fought like
hell till he passed out when he felt the blade. It was a rough night."



That one must have been fun for you, preacher" William said. "Your dick's
hard as a rock just thinkin' about it."

Sure enough, the preacher's cock was rock hard as he related the story of
the muscular boy escaping and being caught again to be circumcised.

"It was quite a while after that before we planned another one" Preacher
Smith explained. "I ain't seen the Smallwoods since that night. All the men
got real spooked after that one and I kind of toned it down till I started
getting' the uncontrollable urge again. Then I turned up the heat in the
pulpit and had all the men ready to go again on the night y'all caught me
and brought me here. "

"Yes, we know all about your plant o cut young Rafe the night you got
taken. He's the son of a single mother you lied to and frightened into
agreeing to having her son mutilated."

"I weren't the only one doin' a little lyin'" the preacher said. "The
minute Rafe and his maw walked in my church, I knew I had to get my hands
on that boy. He had the most muscular legs I ever seen and I even hired him
to help me with mowin' the grass at the church and some odd jobs. He had
the best body I ever seen on a teen boy. And his maw was a nutcase. She
says she's a wider and they lived in this really small house outside of
town. But the woman got a crush on me like women sometimes do on their
preachers. I guess it made her a little crazy cause she started bringin' me
cakes and cookies and stuff by the church several times a week.  She'd
encourage me to spend time with the boy and he was such a handsome, sweet
kid I couldn't resist. Then the mama went kind of off of the deep end and
got a really bad crush on me. She told me she'd been savin' up her money
all her life and told me that she was gonna put a down payment on a place
for us in the Virgin Islands and we could move there if I'd leave my
wife. Of course I told her yes but I knew she was crazy. There was no way a
woman who lived in that kind of a shithole had a pot to piss in, much less
buy a house down in the islands. But I got kind of fixed on Rafe like I'd
never got fixed on a boy before. I'd already gone over and took his bedroom
door of the hinges so he couldn't masturbate. Hell, I don't know what
happened but it was like I wanted to have that boy for myself. Maybe it was
cause I didn't have nothin' but girls or maybe I was a little jealous of my
brother cause he had a son. I DON'

I don't know what was happenin' but I started to think about Rafe as my own
son and I knew I wanted to put my hands on him and I knew I wanted to
circumcise him the way the biblecommanded. I couldn't resist it and I know
I would've cut the boy the night you picked me up and brought me here. I
get hard thinkin' about holdin' that beautiful boy down on that table and
circumcising him in the name of the almighty Jehovah. Nobody could never
accuse me of bein' a homo. Hell, I got three daughters I put in my wife's
belly but I had special feelins for that boy. I'd take him up to the lake
fishin' and I talked him into goin' skinnydippin' with me. I didn't know
what was happenin' until one day when we was naked in that pond, the Lord
spoke to me of King David and Jonathan. I knew right then that Rafe and me
was supposed to have a special relationship like the one King David had
with Jonathan. The Lord God Jehovah told me that I was to love the boy and
to make love to his earthly flesh. Rafe was real shy but he shore did like
it when I took his cock in my mo9uth. He was so afraid of what his maw
would say if she found out but I told him I'd keep all his secrets and we'd
never let his maw know nothin'. I actually found myself havin' daydreams
about him and me movin' down to the islands even if we had to take his maw
along with us. I guess I kind of think of Rafe as my spiritual son."

The man's dick was jerking and twitching, still rock hard from recounting
his story. William began to slide the foreskin back and forth over his
cockhead. Randy moved close and began to massage the man's thighs and his
nut sac with both hands. The preacher closed his eyes and began to enjoy
himself.

"I don't usually enjoy men touching my body but this feels pretty good" he
said. "I guess I ain't nutted for a while. I don't even know how long we
been in here. Jack and me was tryin' to figure it out but we couldn't
remember if had been a few days or a few weeks. Time don't have much
meanin' in here except for our dicks, does it?"

"I guess it doesn't, Preacher Roy" William whispered in his ear.

He darted his tongue in and out of the man's ear and the man moaned with
pleasure. Randy was now on the other side of the table playing with the
man's erect nipples and his hairy chest.

"You're a very sexy man, preacher" William said softly in his ear. "You
might have told us all of this earlier if you knew you'd be treated like
this. I bet you're thinking about that handsome boy Rafe right now and his
muscled thighs and his muscled biceps and his hairy legs. Seems like that
fuzz on his tummy gets thicker every day and he's going to have a prize
patch of pubes when he finishes with puberty. I bet you're thinking about
that pretty, thick uncut cock of his too and h9ow the skin would slick back
revealing that pretty cockhead."

"Yeah, it was somethin' to behold" the preacher said. "It was an unusual
dick. Real skinny from the base all the way up the shaft and then it was
like the cockhead just exploded. That boy had the biggest cockhead I ever
seen on a man or a boy. Nice, long, thin cock and a fuckin' tomato on the
end. I can almost taste it right now. Goddamn I don't think my cock's ever
been any harder and I bet you have hard ones too. It must have turned you
fellas on hearin' about it as much as it turned me on tellin' you about
it. You think I might get just a little suckysucky on my dickydick since
I've been such a good boy and told you ever'thing you wanted to know."

"Charlie, get over here and suck the preacher's dick" William ordered.

The boy did as instructed and knelt between to preacher's hairy lets,
taking his cock all the way in his mouth on the first try. Charlie began
making long strokes on the hard cock with his mouth. Randy was again
massaging the man's nut sack and teasing his hairy hole with a slick index
finger.

"Is that feeling good, Preacher Roy?"  William asked as he continued the
rhythmic strokes on the cock while Charlie lapped at the cockhead. Preacher
Smith was now leaking pre-cum which Charlie lapped up.

Randy slipped his slick finger right up into the man's hole and the
preacher gasped with pleasure.

"You like that finger, don't you, preacher?" William asked."

"Feels pretty goddamned good" the man said. "Ain't never liked the idea of
havin' somethin' in my butthole but it sure feels good right now. I'd've
talked to you fellas a long time ago if I'd knowed I'd be treated this
good. I had no idea my story would turn you boys on like it did me."

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Roy, because right after you shoot that
load, you're gonna feel the blade on your pretty dick" William whispered.

It took a moment for his words to register but when they did, the preacher
panicked.

"But wait, you said if I talked you wouldn't do nothin' to me" the man
said, clearly in a panic.

"I never said anything even close to that" William said as he continued to
stroke the hard cock.

The preacher knocked his hand away from where it was now massaging the
hairy chest and tweaking his nipples and squirmed to get the sheriff's
finger out of his hole. He pulled young Charlie's mouth off his cock and
pushed him off the table where he had been kneeling to service the hard
cock. Roy tried to get off the table but was quickly overpowered by Randy
and William who had him restrained on the table in short order. Charlie
helped secure the ropes tying his arms and legs to the floor and the man
was now flat on his back on the altar table, his arms extended over his
head and his legs spread and secured at the ankles.

"Leave me the fuck alone goddammit!" the man screamed. "You can't do this
to me. It's not fair! I told you everything."

"Yes, you did, preacher, and we so appreciate it" William said. And now
it's time to pay the piper. I hope you will close your eyes and see the
faces of the boys you tortured with each slice of the knife. And we're not
going fast on you. We'll make this last as long as we possibly can,
preacher. See the faces of all the boys you damaged."

The reverend's cock had gone completely soft now and William and Randy
moved between his spread legs, pulling the long foreskin as far forward as
it would stretch over his cockhead marking the spot where the cockhead
ended. They used a black marker to make a circle around the cock even as
the preacher continued to scream and beg.

"You want to do the honors or shall I?" William asked.

"You did such an excellent job of getting the information I will yield to
you to make the first cut" the sheriff said. "Just go slow so we both can
enjoy it. Do you want to bring his brother over so he can get a better look
at the proceedings?"

"Of course I will" Randy said as he went and untied Jack and led him to the
table.

Once Jack could move his arms and legs, he assisted him to a kneeling
position on the table, his ass on his brother's hairy chest.  Jack's cock
was flaccid as his brother's and the sheriff maneuvered Jack to a position
where his soft meat was right at his brother's lips.

"Okay, Roy, one more thing before I start cutting" William said. "Open your
mouth and take your brother's cock in your mouth. We know you like cock and
you had P.T.'s cock in your mouth all night. I'm sure your brother's pretty
cock will be much tastier. After all, you just told us how much you loved
sucking young Rafe's cock."

"No, please!" Roy screamed as Randy hit the button for the shock collar. He
screamed even louder and then opened his mouth as his own brother scooted
up slightly to put his soft, meaty cock in his brother's mouth."

"You fucking bastards!" Jack said as he inserted his cock in his brother's
mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, Jack," Randy said. "You better enjoy that mouth on your
cock cause it may be the last one you ever feel on that pretty meat of
yours, boy."

Jack glared at him as he put his cock fully into his gagging brother's
mouth. William pulled down on the man's foreskin and began to slowly
slice. Roy was screaming but his scream was muffled by his brother's
cock. William and Randy laughed which further infuriated the brothers. The
preacher was squirming but he could barely move at all as he was tied down
so tightly.

"Are his eyes still open?" William asked Randy. "I don't want to waste the
pain if he's passed out."

"His eyes are open and he's still screaming" the sheriff said. "Carry on!"

William tugged harder and cut more deeply, the foreskin beginning to
separate. Then Roy became still.

"I think he's out" the sheriff said.

He pushed Jack off the table onto the floor and grabbed a bottle of
alcohol, pouring it onto the fresh cuts on the man's penis. The man
immediately awakened, screaming in pain.

"Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn!" the preacher screamed. "I can't take this! I
can't take this. I'm fucking dyin'! I'm fuckin' dyin' right now you
bastards!"

Randy and William were laughing so hard their ribs began to hurt. Charlie
was laughing with them as Jack continued to glare from the floor.

"Brother, make them stop!" Make them stop! I can't take it!" Preacher Smith
screamed, squirming but unable to move his body off the table or even to
protect any part of himself.

"Shut the fuck up, Roy!" Jack said. "You brought every bit of this on us,
you bastard. Just shut the fuck up!"

Randy poured additional alcohol on the fresh cuts and the man screamed
again and passed out.

"Oh my, we're going to be late to church ourselves if we don't get going"
William said.

They hastily tied Jack and Charlie back on the wall and left Roy just as he
was on the table with a bleeding cock.

"Charlie did you give the men the loaf of bread I gave you?"

"Kind of" he answered. "I gave my dad two pieces and I ate the rest. Why
should I do anything nice for them when I know they'll vote for me to be
the next one cut any chance they get?"

"That's a good question" William said. "You're learnin' Charlie boy!"

They left the building, hitting the light switch and plunging the building
into darkness