Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2022 14:43:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: "fritz819@yahoo.com" <fritz819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Gayberry - 87

Welcome to Gayberry – 87

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87

The two stark naked boys stood before the doctor, their uncut cocks
standing straight out before them, crowned by the circle of very light
brown pubes. The boys looked identical right down to their matching uncut
cocks, their bodies fit and just beginning to move into manhood. The boys
both seemed totally at ease being naked in front of older men they barely
knew.

"I had no idea this was in the offing" the doctor said. "Are you sure you
don't mind me helping out your boys, Mr. Moore?"

"I'm certain I don't mind" Mr. Moore said, pulling a chair near the desk as
he unzipped his fly. "I hope you don't mind if I touch myself while I
watch. I've watched my son with my grandsons often but I've never gotten
the pleasure of watching another man enjoy the twins. I've fantasized about
it but my son has a little bit of a selfish streak, I'm sorry to say."

Both boys stood in front of the doctor as the handsome man reach out and
began to stroke their identical hardons, gently easing the foreskins back
and forth as the boys both quivered with pleasure at being touched while
being watched by their grandfather and the sheriff.

"That feels so good" Benny said. "I'm already leaking a little bit."

"I am too, although my brother makes more juice than I do most of the time"
Denny said.

Have you boys tasted each other's cream?" the doctor asked.

Both boys nodded affirmatively.

"I love the taste of my brother's cream" Denny said. "And my grandpop's and
my dad's. I wouldn't normally tell anyone outside my family that but
grandpops told me we could trust you and the sheriff. Grandpops encouraged
us to tell you anything you want to know."

The doctor applied some oil to his hands and began to again stroke the
boys' hardons slowly at first and building the speed. On every fourth or
fifth stroke, he would lower his hands and massage both boys' fuzzy little
nut sack. Both boys were moaning as the doctor guided both up onto the
desk, both their legs spread giving the doctor access and unselfconsciously
exposing their beautiful hairless little matching starfish.. Mr. Moore was
watching intently and had now taken his own hard, uncut meat out of his
pants and was stroking it as he watched this man beat off both his handsome
young grandsons. Sheriff Gaylor was also watching the action intently,
standing as still as a statue. Mr. Moore motioned him to stand closer to
him and the man began to rub the front of the sheriff's uniform trousers,
feeling the sheriff's big cock as it hardened. Mr. Moore moaned as he felt
the hardening meat and slowly and carefully unzipped Randy's pants,
extracting his now hard, thick cock from the garment and beginning to
gently slide the thick, heavy foreskin back and forth over the cockhead as
he continued to stroke himself. After feeling the sheriff's hardon, he
looked at the sheriff, who was smiling and nodding at him to give him
permission to carry on. Mr. Moore slowly unzipped the sheriff's trousers
and reached into his boxer shorts to pull out his hard, uncut meat, already
dripping pre-cum. Mr. Moore began to stroke the sheriff's hard meat, easing
the long foreskin back and forth over the swollen cockhead as the sheriff
moaned softly.

"Oh fuck yeah" the sheriff growled as the man beat his meat for him and
they continued to watch the doctor continuing to service the twin boys with
his hands.

Denny and Benny were moaning softly as the doctor stroked them, gradually
increasing the speed of his even strokes. The doctor felt a hand working
with his own zipper and, without missing a stroke, glanced down to see
Denny unzipping his pants and taking out his hard, cut meat. The boy began
to stroke his meat as Benny leaned in and gave the doctor a long, wet kiss,
using his tongue as skillfully as any adult. As he kissed the doctor, the
boy carefully unbuttoned his shirt, feeling his furry chest and moaning at
what he found there. The boy leaned in and began sucking on one of the
doctor's now hardened, fat, brown nipples. The boy had a talented mouth and
the doctor loved having his nipples licked and sucked. Then he felt the
other boy's mouth on his other nipple. The doctor was in heaven, having two
cute young teens sucking on his sensitive nips and one of them beating his
meat. Yet he didn't miss a stroke on their cocks, continuing to gradually
build the boys to their climaxes. Mr. Moore felt Randy's thick meat pulsing
in his hand and knew the sheriff was getting close. Mr. Moore was trying to
hold his climax off, hoping to cum with his boys. The doctor felt both boys
start to cum almost simultaneously and he guided their thin boycum onto
their smooth tummies and in their boyish pubes. He then felt his climax
come upon him quickly and stood where his dick would spray his much thicker
manjuice on Denny's nutsack and his now wilting uncut boycock. They were
still enjoying the afterglow of their climaxes when they became aware of
their grandfather urging the sheriff to cum. The older man guided the
sheriff over to the desk and aimed his cock at Benny's crotch just as the
sheriff began to shoot. No sooner did the sheriff shoot his first rope of
thick white cum than the boys' grandfather let out a deep growl and began
to pour his very thick, white cream onto Benny's bare leg. There was
silence in the room as everyone's breathing gradually returned to normal.

"Thank you for that, doctor" young Benny said, breaking the silence. "My
brother and I were hoping something like this might happen. Grandpop has
explained that we'll be wearing the cages for at least three months and
won't be allowed to masturbate. It was very nice of you to do that for us."

"Yes, doctor" Denny added. "Thank you very much. "Denny, why don't you boys
run in the back room and bring us towels to clean ourselves up a little
bit" the doctor said. "Then the two of you can hop into the shower and
clean up while we clean up and have a conversation."

"Yes, sir, the boy responded, running to the back and returning swiftly
with towels for the men. The boys then returned to the back and the men
heard the shower running through the closed door.

"That was pretty damned amazing!" Randy said. "I can't believe I was able
to shoot again that soon."

"You had already had some fun today?" Mr. Moore asked.

"Yes, sir" the sheriff answered. "We was a handlin' another problem out in
the county and we both got off earlier. But those fine boys of yours could
get anybody hard."

"They are both delightful" the doctor said. "Perfect manners and so very
respectful. I don't know how their grades are but I think those boys would
be a great addition to my afternoon study group. We have boys from a grade
below your twins to high school and even a couple of boys who have already
graduated and love to help out the younger ones."

"That sounds promising, doctor" Mr. Moore said. "Both boys are strong `B'
students but they are not reaching their full potential. As I will be
taking back all my previous responsibilities at work, I will not have time
to work with them. That would be ideal if you are serious about the
offer. I won't have a second's worry about my sweet boys knowing they are
in your care."

"I thought you'd retired, Mr. Moore" the sheriff said. "Or at least you was
a'cuttin' way back. The way I heard it was that your son had took over all
the day to day operations with the business."

"That's true, sheriff, but my son has now made that impossible, I'm afraid"
Mr. Moore said. "That is the problem. Mark is waiting in the car with
strict orders not to move outside the vehicle. Unfortunately, I know now I
have been far too lax in his raising. When my wife was alive, she never
denied the boy anything and didn't allow me to have a hand in how he was
raised. She spoiled our son rotten right up to the minute she breathed her
last breath. Once she was gone, I tried to gain some con troll over the boy
but I'm afraid it was too late. I have continued to give him spankings even
as he grew into an adult, but he was laughing at me inside. I'm afraid he
compromised my family, my business, his own marriage, and the future of my
grandsons. I will not and cannot permit that. So as of today, I have
stripped Mark of his position at the company. I've had an uneasy feeling
about the boy for a long time so I have kept absolutely everything in my
own name. He has nothing – absolutely nothing."

"Mr. Moore, what in the world has he done to deserve this?" the doctor
asked.

"I looked the other way far too long" Mr. Moore said. "Mark has been out of
control for a long time and I chose to look the other way, hoping he would
wake up and things would improve. They did not. His beautiful wife, whom
you have met, came to me a couple of weeks ago. She too has looked the
other way and has been willing to overlook numerous things she should not
have been willing to accept. She came to me because one of her dearest
friends, with whom she plays bridge at the country club every week, told
her Mark had gotten one of the girls who works for us at the meat packing
plant pregnant. The girl came to my daughter in law and asked for money to
pay to get rid of the baby. Word was getting out all over the club about it
and she could no longer take being humiliated publicly. My investigator has
found that Mark has paid for seven women to have procedures during the
course of their marriage. I never knew about that. It seems he has used his
position at our business to pick up cute, vulnerable women for him and his
golfing buddies to take up to the sleazy little motel and fuck. Well, this
one decided she wasn't going quietly as my son promised to marry her if she
ever got pregnant. My investigator says that Mark and three of his buddies
were fucking her in the same motel room and she made them all use
condoms. But after they finished, they all had a good laugh because they
had pulled off the condoms while they were fucking her. She turned up
pregnant and decided to get some cash. She has now been paid off and given
a good job at our plant in Siler City. This could have ruined us and I've
worked too hard to let that happen to me or my precious twins. His country
club privileges are canceled, he no longer has a vehicle and his clothes
have been moved out of our home except for a few things which were moved
downstairs into the servant quarters where he will be living for the next
six months. Instead of CEO of the company he will now be in charge of
showers and towels. We have always required all of our employees to shower
before and after their shifts. Mark will now assume the duties of passing
out towels to employees and keeping the showers tidy and spotless. He will
arrive at work, riding a bicycle before six a.m. when the morning shift
starts to arrive and he will work until the evening shift, which ends at
eleven in the evening is all showered and things are spotless. Then he will
return home, w here he will share a dormitory with our servants who live on
our property. He will be given no clothes except two pairs of shorts and he
will be subject to discipline at all times. He is only allowed to say `yes,
sir' or `yes, father' to me at all times. He is also to address his sons in
the same manner. I want them to see what happens to boys and men who cannot
control their urges. I would like for you to also place a cage on Mark. I
have decided he will wear it for six months, at which time his behavior
will be assessed. Any infraction automatically doubles his time in
chastity. He understands the rules and is agreeable to doing all of this. I
have made it clear to him that if he does not comply with the rules I have
made, he will be disowned and disinherited completely. He has always
assumed he will inherit everything and I think when he saw the paperwork I
had drawn up, it was a shock to him. All I have to do is sign the document
and he will never get a dime from the estate. I will not have his influence
on these young boys. There is simply too much at stake. His wife is going
to stay with her sister in Charleston for a long visit. She will come back
for a visit when things quieten down but it is unlikely she will agree to
stay married to my son. That is unfortunate, because I arranged their
marriage. She is from a very good family and had a very promising modeling
career in New York City but I persuaded her to marry Mark. I have made sure
she never lacked for anything. Except the love of a husband. She tells me
that Mark hasn't touched her in years.  She even came to my bedroom one
evening after she'd had too much wine and crawled naked into my bed. I
ended it but I knew then we were heading for trouble. I have threatened to
remove his testicles but I haven't brought myself to doing that yet. I'm
afraid if one more incident happens, that will be the only alternative. I
know that I have failed but I think his downfall has been largely because
of his friendship with Fizzy Weaver, the son of Ben, who owns the general
merchandise store here in town. That boy is pure evil and I'm afraid he may
have completely ruined the son I have loved very much. I will not have my
son ruin my grandson's future."

"Does your son know you are prepared to do something so drastic?" the
doctor asked.

"Yes he does" the doctor answered. "I was determined to do it if I could
find a doctor to perform a castration. But he pleaded and begged for one
more chance if I wouldn't go that far."

"Are you aware that the man in that cell has been castrated?" the doctor
asked.

"Is that a man?" the man asked. "I thought it was a woman in the cell. Are
you talking about the blonde woman?"

"It's complicated" the doctor said. "But it is Mr. Michael Hunt. I'm sure
you met him. He was one of the town's more prominent businessmen until he
got involved with that Preacher Smith's cult. He ended up getting his cock
circumcised and his nuts cut off. He is becoming more feminized by the
day. His wife has left him, his son has requested emancipation, and he's
lost every penny. Now he is begging to have a gender reassignment
procedure. I think the man's crazy. But he might teach your son that you're
very serious."

"Would the sheriff mind if my son is allowed to examine him?" Mr. Moore
asked. "I think seeing a man with no nuts might impress him more than words
ever could."

"Not a problem at all" the doctor said. "While it may seem upsetting to the
twins, I think it's not too early for them to see what reckless behavior
can lead to."

"I couldn't agree more" the sheriff said as the twins returned, all freshly
showered and drying themselves. "It might be a bit unnerving to the boys
but they need to learn that actions have consequences."

"Absolutely" Mr. Moore agreed.  "I'll get my son from the car. I think he
and Mr. Hunt were fairly good friends. I know they played golf and possibly
tennis together fairly regularly."

The man left and returned quickly with Mark Moore, his son and the father
of the twins. Mark Moore was very sheepish compared to the confident,
slightly arrogant man Randy had met previously at the grand Moore home,
which was more like a mansion. Mark appeared to be trying to avoid looking
anyone in the eye and stared mostly at the floor.

"Mr. Mark, it's good to see you again although I guess these maybe ain't
the best circumstances" the sheriff said. "Seems we got a friend of yours
locked up here in the cell and your paw wanted you to have the chance to
say hello."

They walked over to the cell and Mark Moore looked puzzled.

"Sheriff, I don't believe I know this person" the younger Mr. Moore said.

"Of course you do, Mark" the prisoner said in a soft voice. "It's me,
Michael Hunt. I'm just different now."

"I don't understand" Mark Moore said. "There's no way you are Mike
Hunt. Michael and I are friends. We've played golf and tennis together
often at the club."

"Seems your old buddy has gone through some stuff" the sheriff said. "Turns
out he was having an affair and somebody decided that wasn't a nice thing
for a solid family man and fine citizen to be a'doin'. Take off that skirt
and drop them panties, Michael."

"No, please don't make me do that, sheriff" Mr. Hunt begged. "Mark and I
are buddies. I don't want him to see."

"Shut the fuck up" the sheriff said sharply.  "Now get that skirt off and
drop them pretty fucking panties."

Mr. Hunt knew that when the sheriff got quiet he was at his most dangerous
so he immediately dropped the short skirt and lowered his panties,
revealing his thick bush, soft penis and his empty nut sac. Randy took
Mark's head and pushed his face near the man's genital area as he pushed
him to his knees. Mark's father had walked over to where they stood,
leaving his twins on the desk with the doctor.

"Son, I want you to take a real good look and don't forget what you're
seeing" Mr. Moore told his son. "I still think we might all be better off
if I do this to you but I'm inclined to give you one more chance."

"Thank you sir" Mark said quietly. "Thank you so much father. Mike, what
the fuck happened? Who did this to you and why did they do it?"

"I don't know who did it" Mike Hunt answered as he began to cry. "I had
done some stuff I probably shouldn't have to my son with a preacher friend
of mine. But now they've taken my house and my cars and my
business. They've taken every single goddamned thing away from me. My wife
has left me and she's planning to marry the mayor. I have nothing but some
cheap costume jewelry and a nice collection of fucking panties. My dick
will never work again. I've been told I could have surgery to become a
woman so I can at least maybe enjoy fucking again, but now they keep
putting me off on that. Can't you do something to help me out?"

"Absolutely not!" the older Mr. Hunt said. "My son is in no position to
help you even if he wanted to. Mark hasn't a fucking penny to his name. If
the two of you hadn't been so eager to run in that fast crowd with Fizzy
Weaver, you had good lives. We gave you everything but now you two have had
it all taken away. I'd call that a little bit of justice."

"Mark, take a real good look at your fuck buddy's empty nut sack. I will
see that you have the same procedure if you aren't very careful. There will
be no more chances" the father said. "Do you understand that, son?"

"Yes, sir" Mark said. "I understand perfectly."

"Why am I in here and you're still free?" Mr. Hunt asked angrily. "Mark,
you know we were buddies. You and me and Fizzy shared all that pussy up at
that motel and you supplied most of it. You always talked about how easy it
was to just walk through that plant and you had all those girls, even the
married ones wanting what you had in your pants. You supplied the pussy and
we paid for the room and the liquor. Yet you're free now and still have
your equipment. How is this fair?"

Mark remained silent, looking at his father, as if waiting for permission
to speak. Mr. Moore nodded at his son, giving him permission.

"Mike, if you think I'm better off, you're wrong. Dad has taken back
everything – the cars, the country club membership, the home I've lived
in all my life, even my sons. I'll be living in his basement as a servant,
riding a goddamned bicycle to that fucking freezing plant every day where I
have to be there before the first worker gets there and I have to stay till
the last worker gets showered up and leave. You think this is any kind of
life?"

"More than what I have" Mike Hunt said. You don't have to live in this cell
with no human contact. The town drunk was here to keep me company and at
least fuck me but that's gone now. They even took him away and I don't even
have my nuts. My dick won't get hard no matter how much I try. My wife's
marrying another man and my son wants nothing to do with me. And the
preacher I risked it all for is gone – nowhere to be found. I bet that
bastard is living the high life somewhere and here I am. It's just not
fair. Will you at least come a little closer and let me feel of your dick?
I really need some human contact. We were pals. We were buddies. Just let
me feel that cock of yours."

Mr. Hunt reached his hand through the cell bars and started to grope the
front of Mark Moore's khaki slacks, trying to feel his cock. Mark Moore
jumped back from the bars.

"Get your hands off of me!" the man yelled. "Why I remember now how you
tried to get me to bring my twins to that country-assed church and meet
that preacher. I didn't give a shit about going to church but you tried to
ensnare me in all of that. Were you eventually going to get me to cut my
boys too? You traitorous son of a bitch. Fizzy and I thought you were a
friend but you're a deceptive asswipe! You're a freak! What makes you think
I'd have anything to do with you now? I can't even look at you, you
freakish fucking faggot!"

Mark then reached through the bars and snatched the blonde wig off
Mr. Hunt's head, throwing it on the floor of the cell.

"That's enough, Mark" his father said, guiding his son over toward the desk
where the doctor had both boys on their backs, their knees flexed and ready
to put the cages on them on their little pink uncut cocks.

Mr. Hunt was sobbing in his cell now as the doctor was explaining to the
twins how their cock cages would work. He showed them the ring which would
fit tightly around their ball sacs and the solid plastic tube with the
downward curve into while their penises would slide before being locked
into place. He explained the hole at the top where their urine could flow
out as well as the importance of cleaning under their foreskins daily with
a cotton swab to avoid unpleasant odors or infection. He suggested they
might want to help one another out with that chore or even enlist the help
of their grandfather. As it had been settled the twins would be joining his
afternoon study group, the doctor said he would check them regularly for
any problems.

"Because of the downward curve of the penis tube, it may be a little
uncomfortable getting an erection but I think your brain will learn soon
enough not to trigger erections as often as it does now" the doctor
explained.

He then applied lubricant abound the nut sack of Denny and slid the ring
around the boy's testicles. It was a tight fit which was necessary. He then
did the same with Benny. Both boys now laid back on the desk with their
knees bent, exposing them completely.

"I think you'll both find that some anal stimulation is healthy for boys in
chastity as it prevents buildup of semen" Dr. Foster explained. "You won't
experience a climax, but stimulating your prostate gland will result in
some release of semen which may be a little bit pleasurable. I think you'll
find no shortage of volunteers after study group. When the homework and
assignments are done, we always enjoy a nice snack and then some playtime
in the pool and the hot tub. You won't need swimsuits for that unless a
swimsuit makes you more comfortable. "

"That sounds like so much fun" Denny said. "I can hardly wait for school to
be over tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll pick you up outside the school" the doctor said. "Some of you
will ride with the sheriff or me or one of the other fathers. Some will
ride with Jimmy Dawson and Mark, who are both old enough to have their
licenses."

"You mean they live there with you too?" Benny asked. "They're both high
schoolers and great athletes."

"Yes, they are and both of them have devices like yours" the doctor
explained. "You may also know Tyler and Robert, a couple more high school
boys who study with us and are also in chastity. As a matter of fact, their
circumstances which landed them in chastity were remarkably similar to your
own. They were caught at the motel just like you guys were and they have
now joined out study group. Their grades are improving remarkably as I
think it likely your own will."

"Will Dopie be there too?" Denny asked.

"Of course he will, along with his friends Billy Paul Walker and Arnold
Winkler" the doctor said. "We also have another high schooler, Phillip Hunt
and two boys who have already graduated and are waiting to get into
college. Kurt and Rafe help me out, as does Sonny Smallwood who also lives
with us. Now, Denny, if you'll just relax, buddy, I'm going to slide this
plastic tube up your cock and attach it with a lock to the ring around your
scrotum. Shouldn't hurt a bit."

The doctor applied the tube and put the lock in place, then doing the same
to the other twin.

"Now, that didn't hurt a bit, did it?" the doctor asked.

Both boys agreed it was totally painless as they put their soccer uniforms
back on after donning their identical white jockstraps.

"Now I think it's time we take care of your father" the doctor said,
indicating Mark, the father of the twins, who was handsomely dressed in
expensive khaki slacks and a lime green golf shirt.

"We'll need to get those clothes off now, Mark" the doctor said.

"You mean right here in front of everybody?" Mark asked. "Why anybody could
just walk in and see me buck naked. I hope you don't think I'm just going
to strip down right here in the middle of the court house. It's different
with me than it was with my two sons. They're just boys with nothing to
hide."

"What is it you have to hide, son?" Mr. Moore asked his son. "You didn't
seem to care who saw your stuff when you and Fizzy were fucking those girls
on the eighteenth green at the club, did you? You didn't seem to mind who
saw that dick of yours when you were banging the young women who worked for
us or when you were having gangbangs up at the Butter Cup. Why are you
suddenly so shy about other folks looking at your dick? I've seen it and
it's nothing special. Get those clothes off right this minute son. No more
back talk."

Mark Moore became silent and began to undress, first removing his golf
shirt, revealing a very hairy chest with bushy pits and a muscled upper
body. He folded his shirt and handed it to his father and then unbuckled
his belt and removed it, followed by his khaki slacks. When he removed the
pants, he showed very nicely muscled legs with thick thighs and a moderate
amount of hair. He was wearing a pair of white jockey shorts with a very
nice, dark treasure trail leading to a much thicker patch of hair below his
navel. When he removed the briefs, he showed an average sized uncut cock
with the cockhead completely covered by a foreskin with a thick lip on it
and one of the thickest bushes the doc had ever seen.

"You're quite a hairy man, aren't you?" the doctor remarked.

"He's always been hairier than any of his buddies" Mr. Moore said. "He used
to go shirtless all the time as if to show off what a man he was to his
buddies."

"I'm afraid that thick bush is going to hide some of his chastity device"
the doctor said. "It's certainly your decision, sir, but if he were my son,
I believe I'd take a razor to him before we put the cage on."

That's an excellent idea" Mr. Moore said. "If you have a couple of extra
razors, we can let the twins join in. I've noticed the beginnings of peach
fuzz on their upper lips, so I think it's probably about time they learn to
safely use a razor."

Mark Moore began to protest but a stern look from his father shut him
down. He now just had large tears falling from his eyes as the doctor
instructed the boys on using shaving foam on their father's very hairy arms
and his bushy pits. The twins proved adept at the use of a razor and made
quick work of the man's arms and his pits which were shaven clean.

"I think my son was very rude to his old friend in that cell over there
when Mr. Hunt tried to grab his crotch" Mr. Moore said. "I think it might
be appropriate to let him shave my son's crotch if the sheriff doesn't have
a problem with that."

"No siree, no problem at all" the sheriff said, unlocking the cell and
guiding Mr. Hunt over to the desk.

Mr. Hunt had replaced his wig but was still nude except for the lacy pink
panties which did little to conceal his hairy body.

Mr. Hunt began to lather up the man's thick pubic bush as Mark continued to
shed tears of humiliation. The twins had now lathered their father's legs
and began to remove the plentiful dark hair from his legs. Mike Hunt used
his razor to remove all traces of the thick pubes as the doctor carefully
shaved his hairy nut sac. The doctor handed Mr. Hunt the bottle of oil and
indicated he should play with Mark's cock. Mr. Hunt did just that as Mark
had now closed his eyes enjoying the sensations created by the oily hand on
his cock. Mr. Moore had guided the twins' mouths to their father's now
smooth chest and indicated they should tongue and suck on his nipples. The
doctor had finished with his razor and inserted a slick finger into Mark's
hole as his dick was now very hard and being stroked by Mike Hunt. Mark
opened his legs wider and the doctor inserted a second finger and began to
massage the man's fuck nut.

"You better enjoy this, son" the doctor said. "You won't be shooting
another load for at least six month and that's only with good behavior."

Mr. Hunt was now stroking the hard cock, the twins were sucking on his
nipples and the doctor was massaging his prostate gland. Mark had his head
thrown back, his eyes closed trying to forget his freakish friend who was
now servicing him with his hand. The doctor knew it wouldn't take long for
the man to cum.

"Looks like dad's getting close" Denny said as he saw his dad's nuts rising
and falling. "My nuts do the same thing when I'm getting close."

"Son, you need to open your eyes and watch your buddy service that cock" t
he elder Mr. Moore said. "That's very rude just to close your eyes and
ignore the person giving you pleasure."

"I'm not sure I can shoot my load looking at that freak, dad" the young
Moore said. His father stepped up and slapped his face with his open palm.

"Moores do not treat anyone that rudely, son" the father said as his son
looked stunned. "You were raised better than that but apparently Fizzy and
the rest of the thugs you associate with have made you forget all of your
manners. Mr. Hunt, please take your hands off my son's cock and stand
up. My son is going to suck that cock of yours."

"No, dad, I can't do that" the young father of the twins said. "He's not
even a fucking man. Look at him. He's the biggest freak I ever saw. Fizzy
and the others would laugh me out of town."

"Doctor, will you kindly get your scalpel" the elder Mr. Moore said. "It is
clear my son hasn't learned any lessons and I think it's time to do
something a bit more drastic."

"No, dad, please" Mark began to beg his father. "I'm sorry, Michael, I
didn't mean it. Please, dad don't cut me! I don't want my boys' dicks to
look different than their father's. That's not right. Please dad, I'll
straighten up."

"I'm not talking about circumcising you, son" the elder Mr. Moore said. "As
much as it pains me, I think I'll have the doctor just get it over with and
cut those nuts off you. I hate to do it but nothing's working with
you. You've become all the things I refuse to let your sons become. I've
had enough."

"No, please dad" Mark said as he went to his knees and began to suck on
Mr. Hunt's totally flaccid meat.

"Look, dad, I'm sucking it now!" Mark said, his words barely understandable
with the soft piece of meat in his mouth. "Please don't do this, dad! I'll
apologize to him and to my boys and to you and the sheriff. Just please,
please don't do this! I'll agree to all the things we discussed
earlier. I'll show you! I can straighten up! I swear it!"

"I better not have another minute's trouble out of you!" Mr. Moore
said. "This is your last chance. Now get back up on that desk and I'll
finish you off. The doctor and the sheriff are busy men who don't have all
day to fuck around with privileged white boys."

"Yes, sir" the young man said as he got onto the desk and spread his
legs. His cock had remained hard even being so scared of what had almost
happened.

"That's a really hard dick, son" his father said as he oiled his hand and
began to stroke his son's already leaking hard dick. "I just don't know why
you have given me so much trouble. I gave you everything! A top quality
education, a beautiful wife, a dream job running your own company. You have
two of the most beautiful and obedient sons a man could want and you just
can't stop fucking up."

"I will, dad, I will from now on" the boy said, looking directly into his
father's eyes as the father beat the boy's meat for him.

"I think we can more this along if he has a finger in that pretty pink
hole" the doctor said as he wet his finger in the boy's mouth and then slid
it into his hole. Mark groaned in pleasure as the doctor began to massage
the man's prostate gland. Mark began to moan and thrust his cock into his
father's hand.

"That's it, son" the father said. "Fell that cum nut starting down in those
nuts and let it come on up through that hard cock and shoot all over the
place. Your boys are watching your daddy beat your meat for the last time
for at least a while. They're enjoying the show they're seeing even with
those devices on their little boy cocks. Now let it go, son."

"Oh yeah, he's getting close" the doctor said as he felt the man's gland
hardening.

The doctor wanted to bring him as close as possible to his climax and then
surprise him.

"Come on, boy" the doctor whispered to the man. "I know how good that feels
with my fingers massaging your fuck nut and own father's slick, warm hand
on your cock. And both your boys sucking on those hairy daddynips of
yours. Let it build, boy. Talk to me."

"Oh doctor, I'm so close" Mark said, almost breathless. "That finger feels
so fucking good. I'm so fucking close. I'm so...fuuuuuck! Here it comes!

Mark Moore began to hump wildly on the desk as the doctor gently pulled
r. Hunt's hand away from the almost-erupting cock. He also ordered the boys
to stop sucking their father's nips. The pre-cum was dripping from the
pulsing head of Mark Moore's cock, but there was now no friction to get him
to his climax. He realized he had been tricked into a spoiled orgasm and he
began to beg them to let him cum.

"Please, please don't do this!" the grown man begged as they all stood
smiling and watching him thrust his hard cock into the air
pointlessly. "Benny! Denny! One of your boys help daddy out! Please! Just
put your mouth on it and I swear I'll shoot fast! Boys! Don't do this! Dad,
how could you do this?"

"Son, I want you to remember that feeling for the next six months" the
father said. "Think about how you were aching for that release. Think about
your friend with no nuts who will never have the pleasure of ejaculating
another load and know that you could easily be in the same fucking boat."

"Now we need to get that cock soft so we can put him in his cage" the
doctor said as they flipped the man onto his front side and his father
stepped up, holding his thick leather belt which he had removed, unnoticed
by the rest.

Mr. Moore began to wallop his son's backside with the leather belt, landing
blow after blow on the begging, sobbing man who had been so close to a
pleasurable climax.

"You won't forget this, you little asshole" Mr. Moore said quietly, but
loud enough to be heard by all present. "Anytime you think about chasing
cheap pussy, you better stop and remember this and what's in store for you
if you ever do it again."

He continued to land blow after blow on the man's smooth, white butt
cheeks. Mark wiggled and strained trying to remove his butt from the
painful blows, but they were holding him down tightly.

"If you think for a minute I'm enjoying this, son, you couldn't be more
wrong" Mr. Moore said. "I should have done this years ago but your mother
always urged me to go easy. And I listened. But not anymore. I've had it
with your whoremonger fucking behavior and I will not see those two boys
follow in your fucking nasty footsteps. I will not fucking have it! Do you
fucking understand?"

The blows continued to rain down on his bare cheeks which were now a fiery
red with little breaks in the skin showing.

"I looked the other way and paid for seven abortions before this one but
I'm telling you I am done. Do you fucking understand me?" he asked,
breathless from the exertion. "Do you fucking understand me, son? Answer my
fucking question now!"

Mark was sobbing and begging his father to stop the beating but Mr. Moore
was not ready to stop.

"I'm so sorry I didn't do this years ago whether your mother approved or
not" he said. "Now you've fucked up what was a better marriage than you
should ever have had, given your so so grades and philandering ways. Your
soon to be ex wife had so much more on the ball than you did and you
couldn't bother to even fuck her enough to hang on to her. How do you think
I fucking felt when I woke up to find her in bed with me with her hand
holding my cock and crying because she was so lonely? She says you haven't
even fucked her since the twins were born. How the fuck do you think that
made her feel? It made her feel like you used her to get an heir and a
spare and that was all you fucking cared about. I'm so fucking angry right
now I should have the doctor go ahead and slice your fat, pink balls off
your worthless body. I hope I don't regret not doing that because if you
fuck up again, just one little tiny fuckup, I will cut the goddamned things
off myself!"

Mark Moore's ass was now raw and bloody when his father finally
stopped. Mark had stopped begging the man to stop, unable to speak for the
sobbing and howling. The man finally stopped the extreme spanking he had
given his own son and walked over to the twin boys, putting an arm around
each boy and hugging them close.

"I'm so sorry you had to see your grandpop lose his temper that way but I
hope it will serve as a lesson to you both that the behavior of your father
will no longer be tolerated. That goes for him and for both of you. I will
not have your futures ruined by some cheap piece of puss."

"We understand, Grandpop" Denny said. "We're just sorry you're sad."

"We promise not to act like our dad" Benny said. "We'd never want to hurt
you and that's a promise."

Mark was sobbing even more loudly now, hearing his boys forgive his own
father for the treatment he had given his son. Mr. Hunt was laughing and
taunting Mark Moore for his sobbing.

"You're not nearly the tough man you were just a little while ago, are you?
he taunted. "I hope your daddy will cut your fucking nuts off so you'll
know how I fucking feel. I don't care if he cuts your dick off too!"

"You shut the fuck up, asshole!" Mark Moore screamed at the man. "Maybe I
ought to tell the whole story about how you tried to suck me into your
religious bullshit with that preacher. I could tell how you got drunk and
told me it was a sham to lasso rich men in and blackmail them with pictures
of them cutting their sons. You don't get to say a fucking word to me, you
worthless fucking asshole."

Randy stepped up to the desk, lifted Mr. Hunt off the floor by one of his
ears. Mr. Hunt screamed in pain now.

"Is what he's sayin'the truth, you asshole?" the sheriff asked
angrily. "You better tell me right now or I'll cut that dick off and let
Mr. Moore shove it down your throat or up your ass! Don't fuck with me! Are
there pictures of what y'all did to them boys?"

The sheriff angrily threw Mr. Hunt onto the desk beside Mark Moore and,
with one motion, ripped the lacy panties off him, exposing his flaccid
little cock. It was clear Mr. Hunt was terrified and realized he had
divulged information he never should have spoken of.

"I can't talk about that!" Mr. Hunt said. "Nobody else knows except
Preacher Smith and me except for I got drunk one night and told Mark Moore
about it. He said he had a lot of rich buddies out at the country club and
together we could make thousands of dollars off them, just by cutting the
boys' foreskins off. I shouldn't have told him about it but I told him I'd
done it to my own kid, Phillip. He told me his father would kill him if he
ever heard he'd hurt his twins and he was such a pussy he was afraid to
cross his father."

"That's the truth" Mark Moore said. "I told him my dad would kill me if I
ever hurt my boys and besides that, I just really didn't trust the
asshole. He said his wife knew all about it and she was so money hungry,
she didn't care that her own boy got hurt. I didn't really care what my
bitch wife thought but I knew I'd be in serious trouble with my own
father. You just witnessed how he tore my ass up and I didn't lay a hand on
my boys."

"You deserved every stroke of that belt you got, you fucking asshole!" the
sheriff said.

"I agree" the doctor added. "As a matter of fact, I'd be glad to cut your
nuts off right now and stuff them down your throat right behind Mr. Hunt's
limp, worthless little cock."

"You better be a lot more scared of me than that worthless Preacher Smith"
the sheriff said. "I'm giving you ten minutes to decide whether to tell me
where them pictures is of them boys getting' cut. If you decide you're more
afraid of that preacher, I swear before the Almighty God, I will cut that
worthless dick of yours off and stuff it up your asshole! That's a
promise!"

"I think my boys have seen more than enough for one day" the elder
Mr. Moore said. "But I hope it has made an impression on them. I hope they
have learned a lesson about how much trouble being a cunt chaser like their
father can cause."

"I'll get this cage on Mark and by that time, we should have a decision
from Mr. Hunt on whether he keeps his cock or not" the doctor said.

Randy had walked the still- naked Mr. Hunt roughly back to his cell, had
thrown him in, where he collapsed on the floor sobbing. The doctor guided
Mark Moore onto his back on the desk and flexed his knees, exposing his now
hairless crotch. They had not shaved his hole, leaving a thick tuft of jet
black hair which was almost comical. But he was still in pain from the
beating he had gotten so he was very compliant and did as the doctor
ordered.

"This is actually a lot easier with no hair to deal with" the doctor
said. "I had thought I might need to use a larger cage but I don't think
that will be necessary. Your cock is barely any thicker or longer than your
seventh grade sons' little dickies."

Mark Moore started a whole new round of sobs at the implied insult to his
manhood. The doctor and the sheriff giggled softly at his distress.

"That's a big pair of nuts hanging under that little dick" the doctor
remarked as he gripped the testicles and pushed them through the small
ring, which fit very snugly.

Mark yelped as his large testicles were forced through the small ring but
he tried to control himself fearing more lashes on his already painful
backside.

The doctor then applied the plastic tube over his soft cock and attached it
to the ring, finishing by applying the lock.

"Do you want the keys for these" the sheriff asked Mark's father as he held
up the keys for all three of the chastity devices.

"I'd prefer you keep them if you don't mind, sheriff" Mr. Moore replied. "I
know I can be a bit too easy on these boys like I was on their dad. It
might be tempting to give them a break and I don't want to do that. There
are lessons here to be learned. And I don't want to ever be a weak father
or grandfather again. I just can't do that."

The doctor instructed all three on using a cotton swab to go into the hole
at the end of the tube to clean under their foreskins.

"I know that all of you have been taught excellent hygiene" the doctor
said. "But this can be a little bit challenging. I'll check you boys
regularly at our afternoon sessions and I'd feel better if you would have
their father stop in every Sunday for me to check him if you don't
mind. You can just drop by the house after church and we can c heck things
very quickly."

"That will not be a problem at all, doctor" Mr. Moore said. "I want to
thank you for what you and the sheriff have done today and I apologize for
the shameful behavior of my own son."

"No need to apologize, Mr. Moore" the doctor said. "We all have challenges
and the sheriff and I are glad to help out when and where we can."

Mr. Moore had his son and his grandsons thanked the doctor and the sheriff
before they left.

"I can't wait to get home and under a hot shower" Mark Moore said."

"Oh no, you aren't headed for home" his father said. "I have a bicycle out
there for you to ride to the plant so you can get started on your duties. I
had your Corvette put in storage. You'll be travelling by bicycle only for
the foreseeable future."

"Can't I at least have some pants and a shirt to put on?" the young man
begged.

"I think not" Mr. Moore said. "Pretty much everyone has seen a little, soft
boycock before and anyone who hasn't should see one in that funny little
cage."

Mark Moore was again sobbing as they all left. The sheriff and the doctor
watched as Mr. Moore and the twins rode off in their Lincoln while a very
shaky Mark Moore rode away on a small boy's bicycle. Randy then walked over
the Mr. Hunt's cell, where he was still naked and in the floor sobbing.

"You better shut that the fuck up and start talking" he said angrily. "The
doctor is walking over here right now with a very sharp scalpel in his
hand. If you think we're kidding about cutting that little weasel dick of
your off, you better think again."

"I've got it right here" the doctor said, holding up the shiny silver
blade. "If we cut it off and don't put a tube in so your bladder can drain,
you'll die from infection in just a matter of days. I want you to know
that. It would also kill any chance of you being eligible to have gender
reassignment surgery. In fact, that will be the least of your problems."

"I ain't the least bit happy that you kept this information from me"
Sheriff Randy said. "You told me that you'd told us everything your
remembered. I know now that was a fucking lie and you are nothing but a
worthless, fucking liar. Even if you don't bleed out when we cut that cock
off, I assure you nobody will be allowed to visit you for a week and I'll
take every fucking shred of makeup and jewelry out of that motherfucking
cell. If you don't believe me, just try me, Michael. I am tired of your
bullshit games!"

"Please don't do this!" Michael Hunt begged. "The preacher will kill me if
he ever finds out I talked about this. You don't know what a mean son of a
bitch he can be. He actually laughed and mocked all those boys screaming as
their paws held them down to cut their nuts off. He thought it was funny. I
was too drunk to remember half of what happened, but I'll never forget how
he would laugh while those boys screamed. He will kill me. You just don't
understand."

"I understand you're a fucking liar" the sheriff said. And you're about to
be a fucking dickless liar!"

He walked into the cell, lifted the man off the floor, throwing him over
his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He then walked to the desk and threw
him on the wooden desktop, his head making a thud which unleashed a new
round of sobbing. The sheriff held him down and spread his legs, totally
exposing him and rendering him unable to move.

"Get that blade, doctor" the sheriff instructed, "we're takin' off that
worthless little dick of his."

The doctor applied the scalpel to the tip of the cock, causing a quick
spurt of blood.

"No,no, no, please!" Mr. Hunt begged. "I'll tell you where it is. I'll tell
you everything. I'll tell you where all the cash and all the money
are. I'll tell you where all the pictures are hidden. Just promise me
you'll never let the preacher know I told you. Please tell him you just
discovered it. He will slit my throat like he cut the skins off of all
those boys. He swore it!"

The doctor pulled the scalpel away from the man's genitals and sat him up
on the desk.

"Then you better start talkin' and talk fast as a motherfucker can talk"
the sheriff said. "I'm pretty hot under the collar at you right now and may
just take that worthless little cock of yours off for the fun of it!"

"Please don't do that, sheriff" Mr. Hunt begged. "My wife or ex-wife or
whatever the fuck she is did some research. She says you were telling me
the truth that the only way I might even hope to ever have even minimally
satisfying sex again is if I can get the surgery where they use my cock as
a clitoris. Please understand I'm not even forty years old. I've always
enjoyed having sex and I just can't find a way to live with the thought of
never having sex again."

"You thought I was lying to you about that surgery?" the sheriff
asked. "You were the one lying to me this whole time. Here you knew about
all this evidence and said not one goddamned word about it. If I'da known
there was pictures of all this shit, I could've had ever one of these
bastards locked up by now. You better be a whole lot more scared of me than
you are that worthless fuckin' redneck preacher."

"I know, I know" Mr. Hunt whined, "but he really did scare me. Sometimes
he'd get a crazy look in his eyes. But he convinced me that we could make a
ton of easy money blackmailing all those other dads once we cut their
boys. I fell under his spell. Please promise me he's never coming
back. Please promise me that. I know he'd cut my throat for telling you
this."

"I'd say your little dick's in a lot more danger right now than your
fuckin' lyin' throat" the sheriff said. "I've half a mind to just take you
to the woods, slice that dick off and throw you out to bleed out and let
the wild animals eat you. Nobody'd never find a trace of you if I didn't
want them to. Now I'm gonna put your sorry ass in that squad car and you're
gonna direct me to where all that shit is hid."

Mr. Hunt was now sobbing loudly as he was loaded into the car with the
doctor and an angry sheriff. He instructed the sheriff to drive to Reverend
Smith's home on the edge of town. The drive was short and the place looked
deserted, as expected. The preacher's wife had moved into the parsonage of
the sheriff's church, where she was serving as a secretary and private sex
toy for the minister of the church and the director of music. Her daughter
was currently residing with the mayor and his fianc้, as she was best
friend of the mayor's oldest daughter.

"We got about another hour of sunlight so don't even think about runnin'
any games here" the sheriff said. "You better start pointin' us to the
hidin' places and you better start right now. Otherwise you'll be dickless
by sundown."

They walked to the back of the two story house and there were four
outbuildings. They started in the one nearest the house and Mr. Hunt showed
them where to dig. The shovel immediately hit something metallic in the
loose dirt and the sheriff quickly pulled out a file box filled with
envelopes full of cash and pictures. Within the hour, they had unearthed
six of the boxes, all filled with tons of banded cash and manila envelopes
overflowing with pictures. It was too dark by now to see the pictures
clearly but the doctor and the sheriff were able to make out the terrified
faces of boys whose names they had been given as victims.

"I think it's time to head in now" the sheriff said. "Is this everything
that's buried here?"

"That's all the pictures but there's a few more smaller boxes full of cash"
Mr. Hunt explained. I've let my wife dig up a couple of the boxes with
cash. She says her and the mayor are livin' far above the mayor's salary
and the only way she'd bring me makeup, wigs and clothes was if I'd give
her directions to some cash. I don't reckon she's dug up more than two or
three thousand dollars. She hasn't asked for any in the past few days. Last
time I saw her, she kind of indicated the mayor and she had come up with a
way of draining some money from the city but I don't have any details. I
know she didn't come out here digging round on her own. She was scared to
death she'd run into that preacher so she's really scared of coming
here. And the mayor wouldn't even come with her to dig up the money I told
her about. Apparently he's a world class coward, scared of that preacher as
much as I am. But I have good reason to be scared of that murderous maniac
motherfucker."

"We need to get in the car and get back to the court house" the sheriff
said. "I ain't seen my sweet boy in too damn long and I'm hopin' they'll be
back in town by the time we get back."

"Lucky you" Mr. Hunt said. "At least you still have a son."

"I have a son because I treat that boy with love" the sheriff said. "You
can bet I'd never hold him down and let some crazy asshole cut on his
little body the way you did. I'd murder any motherfucker who even got close
to my boy like that. You let your son down in a way no paw ever ought
to. So you just feel sorry for yourself all you fucking want to but it's
fallin' on deaf ears here!"

When they arrived, the sheriff realized he had left Mr. Hunt uncuffed while
they dug for the boxes and on the ride back to the cell. When the sheriff
told the prisoner to put his hands in front of him to be cuffed, the
prisoner did so, but reached out and began to stroke the front of the
sheriff's pants, as if trying to get him hard.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin" the sheriff asked, slapping his
hand away.

"Watching those cute boys and all of you guys playing today made me really
horny to suck a dick, sheriff" Mr. Hunt said. "I'd really like to suck that
big meat of yours. Or at least just let me jack it off. I really could use
some dick, sheriff. Or if the doctor would let me. I'd love to suck both of
you off and nobody would ever know a thing about it."

"It'll be a cold day in hell when I let you touch my dick, asshole!" the
sheriff said angrily. "You're about as poor excuse of a human bein' as I
could ever imagine. If you think you're getting' sympathy from me, you're
wrong as you can be!"

"And I feel the same way" the doctor said. "Anyone who would do the things
you did to a beautiful boy like your son is a worthless piece of human
trash as far as I'm concerned. He should've been loved and treasured but
you chose to use your son in the most vile way possible. I'd really like to
get you down in the dirt and whip your ass which is unusual for me. I
consider myself a nonviolent person, but when I look at your sorry ass, I
could just beat the ever loving living shit out of you!"

The sheriff cuffed the man and led him into the jail as he sobbed loudly,
leading him back to his cell and slamming the door shut. The sheriff and
the doctor brought in all the boxes they had dug up and put them on the
sheriff's big desk. As they began opening them and sorting the photographs,
both men were appalled at the violent images.

"You know, this should enable our attorneys to bring solid cases against
every single one of these men" the doctor remarked.

"I wish I was as sure of that as you are, doctor" the sheriff said. "This
should be enough to send all of `em to prison but I ain't so sure that a
jury of white men would send their friends to prison for life. I look at
that Florida case where that paw abused his two young sons somethin' awful,
yet when the boys went after their paw, they sent the boys to prison. That
jury sent them young boys to prison prob'ly for the rest of their lives but
they acquitted the older guy who supposedly helped the boys kill their
paw. "

"You're right" the doctor said. "There are just no sure things when it
comes to juries."

"A jury trial might not be the best thing we could do for these boys,
doctor" the sheriff said. "We might be able to use this stuff in another
way that would benefit the boys even more and make sure nothin' like this
ever happens to them again. And the best way may be to sit down with these
men in the pictures, confront them with the things they done and see what
kind of deal we can make to benefit them boys. I'll be glad when William
and Arnold get back from the lake. I really want to hear what Arnold has to
say when he sees these."

"Arnold's a really smart guy" the doctor said. "I think he's probably got
as good a brain for the law as anybody I've ever seen. I'm sure he'll have
some ideas and I know how he feels about that cute boy of his. I'm sorry
you had to cut your time with all of them short to come back here and deal
with this shit."

"I am too, doc" Randy said. "but it's my job and sometimes we just don't
get to do the things we'd rather be doin'. I expect them to come walkin'
through that door most any time. I sure am missin' my little ginger boy but
I'm glad to know he's been with men who'd keep him safe at all costs."

"Okay, we've got the guys coming from the lake bringing the prophet and
Sheriff Joe and we've got those two disciples who were captured and are
being castrated with the bands that we have to make space for. So that's
four new prisoners we have to make space for."

"Space wasn't the problem" Randy said. "There's plenty of room in them
quarters for ten times that many. But it's the small number of us who know
about it that bothers me. We can't put ourselves in a situation where they
could overcome us. My recommendation to Abe was that he bring two of the
prisoners from the quarters here and then have the warden transfer them
straight on to Statesville. We can easily add two more prisoners to the
group out at the quarters. I left the decision to him and I trust him to
make good decisions."

"So we don't know where any of them are right now?" the doctor asked.

"Right" the sheriff answered. "The trip out to Preacher Smith's place threw
a wrench into my plans. I'd thought you and me could get out to the
quarters but it just didn't work out that way. But I ain't got no
regrets. This stuff we got out at that place is powerful shit."

The sheriff and the doctor went to Randy's big desk and began unpacking the
photographs and the cash from the metal boxes. Most of the cash was large
bills, mostly hundreds and it was stacking up. The photographs were
sickening, many of them showing violent scenes where grown men were holding
down squirming, terrified boys onto the familiar altar table. It was not
for the faint of heart. The sheriff recognized the preacher, his brother,
Mr. Hunt and a couple of the other men involved and he recognized young
Kurt, Phillip, and Sonny, who were living in their home with them, but
there were several boys neither man knew, although several looked familiar,
as did their fathers.  The sheriff got up, walked over to the cell and
jerked Mr. Hunt roughly out of the cell, bringing him back to the desk and
slamming him into a chair.

"I can barely stand to look at you, you fucking asshole, after seein' these
pictures!" the sheriff barked at the frightened man. "Now let me be clear"
the sheriff said. "You're gonna identify all the boys in these pictures and
their paws and you're gonna tell us everything you know about who their
paws are. Here's a pencil and paper and you better work fast cause I get
more steamed ever' time I look at these young, scared boys. You betrayed
ever' one of them, including your own fucking son. I am fuckin' disgusted
with you. It's all I can do to keep myself from holding you down on this
fuckin' desk and lettin' the doctor take ever' bit of that wimpy dick of
yours off of you!"

Mr. Hunt was frightened and went to work diligently identifying the boys
and their fathers, listing them in order, and giving them information about
their fathers. It appeared he had helped Preacher Smith in researching
their victims and they had only chosen wealthy men with only one son. It
had not been the haphazard operation it had initially appeared to be, but a
planned extortion racket, designed to enrich Preacher Smith and Michael
Hunt. It was clear the initial victim, Kurt, the nephew of the preacher,
had been the preacher's idea. Mr. Hunt said that the preacher had always
been jealous that his brother had produced a son, something the preacher
himself had not been able to do. Preacher Smith had told Mr. Hunt that it
was almost a game, convincing his brother that his own son was sinful and
manipulating him into doing bad things. It was the second victim, Donnie
Thornton, whose selection caused the preacher's path to cross
Mr. Hunt's. Donnie was a cute young teen and the preacher had made a point
of recruiting him to church, both for his cute teen son and the fact that
the father owned his own candy wholesale business which he had built from
the ground up. The father, Mick had been raised in a fundamentalist church
but had left after college. His business did quite a bit of business with
Mr. Hunt's business, so they were friends. Mr. Thornton had mentioned to
Mr. Hunt one day about a dynamic young pastor he had met and invited him to
attend church. Once introduced to the preacher, Mr. Hunt recognized a
kindred soul and their plotting began. Initially Mr. Hunt had no thought of
involving his own son in the scheme, as his wife was not a church-goer at
all. He didn't encourage Phillip to attend with him and he kept his own
family entirely apart from what he was doing with his sadistic pastor
buddy. Mr. Hunt reported it had actually been rather easy to lure
Mr. Thornton back into the church as he had grown up with very deep
prejudices. The pastor and Mr. Hunt easily convinced Mr. Thornton that his
young son was masturbating and encouraged putting a hidden camera in his
bedroom. Of course the boy was caught doing what came naturally to him and
it was easy to convince his father that he was hellbound. The preacher
would call the boy in for counseling, with his father's approval, and then
blackmail the boy into doing perverted things the pastor wanted to do. It
was easy."

"You perverted monster!" the doctor said. "You goddamned sick
motherfucker!"

"Hey, it was no big deal really" Mr. Hunt said. "The boys just got
circumcised. Hell, the doctor's circumcised and it seems his dick works
just fine. Those two teen boys sure were ready to take care of him. I hear
half the men in this country are circumcised now. They do it in all the
city hospitals, so I'm told."

""You stupid shitmonkey!" the doctor said, grabbing Mr. Hunt by his
neck. "A circumcised dick is fine. That is not the problem here. It's the
way you betrayed your sons. It's the terror on those boys' faces. It's the
fact you gave them nothing – absolutely nothing – to deaden the
pain. Maybe you need your cock cut again. Randy, how about we see if he's
got enough skin left to do a little revision on his circumcision."

"Oh no, please!" Mr. Hunt screamed, attempting to run from the desk, but
tripped by the doctor and grabbed around the neck by the sheriff. The
sheriff had his big hand around Mr. Hunt's somewhat delicate neck as the
man began struggling to breathe.

"Go ahead and turn blue" the sheriff said. "I'm about sick of havin' you in
this jail anyway. I think we got what we need in these pictures. You got no
more value to us. Go ahead and struggle like your sweet Philip struggled,
knowing his own paw had betrayed him."

As if reading the sheriff's mind, the doctor produced his bag and took from
it his shiny silver scalpel. The doctor held the struggling man down on the
desk while Randy, in one move, tore the pretty panties off him. The sound
of the ripping fabric brought new screams from Mr. Hunt, knowing the men
were about to cut him again.

"You stop struggling or I'll use this fuckin' blade on your motherfuckin'
throat" the sheriff said. "You think I'm kiddin' but I swear I
ain't. Nobody is gonna know. Nobody is gonna care. Your son wants nothin'
to do with you, your in-laws have disowned you and your wife's about to get
remarried to that stubby-dicked coward that's the mayor of this town. I'm
sure she'd be glad for you to be gone so you can't get in the way of her
new husband's ridiculous run for governor. Nobody needs you and nobody
wants you. I could slit that fuckin' throat and throw you in Jubal Foster's
pigpen and there'd never be a question asked. Nobody asks questions if they
don't care about the answers."

Mr. Hunt stopped struggling and went limp, knowing the sheriff's threats
were real. Randy found it surprisingly easy to pull the remaining skin over
the man's cockhead and he began to cut it away with the sharp
blade. Mr. Hunt was now still but screaming until the doctor leaned in and
spit into his open mouth, causing the man to choke and gag while trying his
best to remain perfectly still. When the sheriff finished slicing, he held
up the small circle of skin.

"I believe there's enough left to do this a couple more times" Randy said
with a laugh.

Mr. Hunt was screaming and sobbing as the doctor wrapped his cock in gauze,
saying he would check it later to make sure there was no excessive
bleeding. Just as he got the man back into his cell, the warden walked in
followed by the young deputy, David.

"How are you guys?" David asked.

"Oh, just great" Randy answered. "We just finished a little revision on
Mr. Hunt's circumcision. That's why he's over there sobbing."

Mr. Hunt was on the floor in a corner of his cell. He had put his wig back
on but it was terribly mussed and crooked. His makeup had run down his face
from crying and he was missing one of his large gold hoop earrings. He was
naked again, his torn panties on the floor beside the desk.

"Abe and I made a decision that I hope you'll be good with, sheriff" the
warden said. We met up with the guys from the lake bringing the prophet and
Sheriff Joe to the quarters. We were delivering those two disciples, Mark
and Luke over to the quarters. We decided to go ahead and put Luke and Mark
in with the others and to bring the prophet and Sheriff Joe on down
here. We agreed with your earlier opinion that we didn't want all of them
to know the others were still alive and we felt it might be easier if we
put those strong disciples in the secure quarters and bring the prophet and
Joe here. They're both in pretty bad shape from being submerged in cold
water for a couple of days. We have them tied up and in the trunk so they
aren't going anywhere."

"And I've managed to convince the prophet's wife that I'll betray all of
you on Wednesday and find a way to make sure the prophet impregnates her"
Deputy David said. "That woman is begging for somebody just to touch or
scratch her privates. She's out of mind. I almost felt sorry for her, but
not quite, knowing all the bad stuff she did."

"Your handsome deputy here is managing her beautifully" the warden
said. "He told her he would have freed her today but there were just too
many people around. She thinks he's somehow going to sneak back in and free
her. She has no idea where the prophet is but she's convinced it is meant
for them to be together and conceive an heir for the prophet. I think the
bitch is crazy as hell. She was driving all the others crazy when that
dildo would go off shocking her in the asshole every thirty minutes or
so. We went ahead and took that out today. David and I did that deed and
she was trying her best to rub that pussy on us. That thing is all swollen
like nothing I've ever seen."

"She went berserk at first when the warden came close to her" David
said. "Their cult really doesn't like anyone with dark skin and she was
hurling nasty words like crazy until he got close. Then she was trying to
rub all over him just like she was with me."

"I swear that horny bitch would impale herself on a broom handle" the
warden said. "I've seen a lot but I've never seen anything quite like
that. "She doesn't know that the new prisoners are Mark and Luke because we
put hoods over their heads and taped their mouths really tightly. She just
knows that there are two new dicks for her to try to get her snatch on."

"That's great" the sheriff said. "I've pretty much decided I'd like to send
Mr. Print and Thor on up to Statesville if you agree. I don't think they
serve any further purpose here. I believe we've gotten any useful
information out of both of them."

"That is excellent" the warden said. "I'll have a van here in the morning
to pick those two up."

"I sure do appreciate it" the sheriff said. "I'm gonna sleep here tonight
cause I just ain't comfortable leavin' the prophet and Sheriff Joe here
unguarded. That's one of the reasons we had that room done up in the
back. I just ain't comfortable when we got a prisoner and ain't nobody
here."

"Sheriff, you really need to get home and see your son" David said. "The
governor said he's really lonesome for his paw and they've got a whole
bunch of fish they caught today they're planning to fry up. Why don't you
let me stay here tonight? I promise I'll keep things secure around here."

"Son, I trust you completely" the sheriff said. "And it's so nice to have
somebody I trust. This place will be just as secure, if not more so, in
your hands as it would be in mine."

"I thought I might stay here with the boy, if you don't mind, sheriff" the
warden said, putting his big arm around David's shoulder. "I've been hoping
to get to know David better and this could be our chance. Would that be all
right with you, son?"

"I think that would be great" David said. "I was hoping to get to know you
better and this can be our chance"

The boy was blushing deeply as the warden hugged him and it was obvious
what they would be getting up to.

"I better get on to the house and help those men get the fish ready to fry"
the doctor said. "I'm getting a little territorial about that wonderful
kitchen!"

"You take off, doctor, and thank you for all you've done today" Randy said
as the doctor left.

"I reckon we better get those prisoners on in here" the warden said. "I'll
warn you they're a mess. I think they were bordering on hypothermia after
being in that cool water for that long. They're nasty too after being in
that nasty lake water for so long. I haven't spoken to either of them or
heard them say a word. The guys from the lake just turned them over to us
and we threw them in the trunk. And I turned on the air conditioner full
blast on the way here. We've got hoods on both of them. They're both cuffed
behind their backs and we have them in spreader bars. We're taking no
chances. Since the whole world thinks they died in that crash, is the
prisoner you have here going to be a problem?"

"I think not" the sheriff said. "Ain't a soul in this town believes a word
that comes out of his mouth. I'll threaten him hard enough that he'll be
too scared to talk and if he does, people will think it's more of just his
attention-getting' bullshit. The only person to try to visit him has been
his ex-wife and I don't think she'll be comin' round much now since we
recovered all the cash him and that Preacher Smith had buried."

Randy explained how he and the doctor had gone to the home of Preacher
Smith and had recovered numerous pictures of the boys who were abused at
Smith's church as well as a huge wad of cash.

"He's the one who really wants to get that surgery to make him a cunt" the
sheriff said. "He's hopin' you might have a space in them experimental
programs you're runnin' up at the prison."

"I'll talk to him" the warden said. "I'm sure I could get him a spot if you
want him to have it. I've been running a little play in my head that might
work so I'll be glad to talk to him."

The warden went over to the cell and entered, sitting down and talking with
Mr. Hunt. He told Mr. Hunt he would be staying at the jail overnight and
while he was there he would observe the man and make a determination on his
fitness for the surgery.

"You really look a mess" the warden said. "Pride in appearance is very
important with this surgery. I'm not seeing that in you. Now we have a
couple of prisoners we're bringing in here. Why don't you get yourself
cleaned up and freshened up a little and see if you can't get to looking a
little more ladylike while we do that. If you can do that, I'll find a time
for us to talk and I'll be glad to answer any questions I can for you about
the program."

"Yes, sir" Mr. Hunt replied. "Thank you, sir. I am a mess right now. Please
forgive me. I can be looking much better if you'll just give me a little
time. It's been an upsetting afternoon and I do apologize."

"I understand that" the warden said, helping the man to his feet.

"I'll have my makeup done and be looking much more like a lady should look
as quickly as I can manage."

"Don't rush" the warden said. "The deputy and I will be staying here all
night and we'll have plenty of time to talk."

The warden walked back to the desk and had a talk with Randy and David. The
warden outlined his plan, which the sheriff and Deputy David agreed with as
a way of getting information from the prophet and Sheriff Joe.

"I can't imagine either one of them men is gonna be much of a physical
threat after being bound up and submerged in cold water. It's gonna take
some time before they can even move their limbs at all, I imagine" the
sheriff said.

"Just don't worry about anything, sheriff" the deputy said. "I know you
must be wanting to get home and hug that little ginger boy of yours. I know
I would if he was mine. I don't think if I had a son I could bear to be
away from him. You and William and Arnold must be the luckiest guys in the
world to have such loving sons. I think Felton and Dale are the
same. They're lucky boys to have such good dads. I'll admit I'm a little
bit envious."

"You'll be a good father too one of these days, David" the sheriff said. "I
can tell how bad you want that and it will happen for you."

"Now get on home to your boy, sheriff" the warden said. "David and I have
things under control around here. Just get on, enjoy that fish they're
cooking up, and get a good night's rest."

"Thanks to both of you for allowing me to do this" the sheriff said. "It's
nice to know that I can go home and take it easy without worrying about
things here. I ain't never had that luxury before but I trust you guys
completely."

The warden and David walked back over to the cell where Mr. Hunt had
freshened his makeup, put his wig on, found other jewelry and donned a
short skirt with a lacy blouse which completely concealed his hairy
chest. He did, in fact, look passable as a woman.

"That's much better than earlier" the warden said. "Now if you want to have
any hope of my doing something for you, you will not speak unless spoken
to. You will reveal nothing to these prisoners and you will never, ever let
on to another human being that there were even other prisoners here
tonight. If you can't do that, tell me now and we'll just drop our
discussions regarding your surgery."

"Oh, I swear I will do exactly as you say" Mr. Hunt said, curtsying
clumsily. "I want this surgery more than anything in the world and I will
do exactly as you say."