Date: Mon, 9 May 2022 19:23:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: "fritz819@yahoo.com" <fritz819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Gayberry 93

Welcome to Gayberry – 93

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93

After their climaxes, Dopie and his father dozed for a bit, both lying
naked on their quilt by the lake. Randy woke first and leaned over to kiss
his son, who continued to doze. Randy felt the stickiness in his crotch and
on his belly so he carefully extricated himself from his son's embrace and
waded into the warm water of the lake. He enjoyed the squishiness of the
muddy lake bottom, the same feeling he had hated when he swam there as a
young boy. The sheriff waded out into the water until it reached his chest,
enjoying the feel of the warm water on his naked body. He wondered why he
and his young friends had not been daring enough to swim naked in the lake
before he remembered just how unacceptable that would have been to his aunt
and the punishment she would have insisted on giving for such a rule
infraction. Randy reflected on what had just happened between himself and
his own eleven year-old son. Having sex with his boy would have been
unimaginable such a short time before. As he walked into the lake, he
splashed the warm lake water onto his sticky, hairy belly, removing the
residual cum from his mating. The sheriff slicked back his foreskin,
rinsing the dried cum from his thick cock. He realized that he still felt
horny when he turned to look at his naked boy still lying on the quilt. He
also realized there was a man approaching the shore near the quilt. The man
was dressed in camouflage pants and a khaki tee shirt, wearing what
appeared to be military boots. Randy didn't recognize the man until he got
to the edge of the lake and he still couldn't recall where he had met the
man.

"Sheriff, how are you, sir?" the man asked as he reached the edge of the
lake.

"I'm fine today" Randy answered, still wary of who the man was.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you, sir, but your deputy told me you were up
here fishing with your boy. I really hated to disturb you on an afternoon
off but I wasn't quite sure what else I could do. I'm Tobias Weatherly. I'm
sure you don't remember me but I met you when I was here with Sergeant
Carter and several marines from over at the base. We were here for the
Founders Day celebration and the pageant."

"Well of course, I remember you now, sir" the sheriff said. "Forgive me for
not recognizing you immediately. You and Sergeant Carter brought the marine
color guard and escorts over from the base. I believe you all stayed over
at the Blount Plantation and, if I recall, you and the other sergeant were
good friends of Mr. Churchill and Mr. Blount."

"You remember correctly, sheriff" the man said. "Those men have been
friends since I first got to this area. As a matter of fact it was they I
had planned to see when I arrived, only to learn they are chaperoning a
group of students to New York City on a two week theatre trip. I was very
stupid not to call a head, but they had made it clear I was always welcome
and I've been their guest many times. When I finally did reach Michael by
phone, he suggested I contact you. He said if anyone could help me out, it
would be you."

"Well I certainly hope that I can help, Mr. Weatherly" the sheriff said,
walking back to the edge of the water and forgetting momentarily that he
was naked, his thick, soft meat swinging as he walked. He realized he was
nude when Mr. Weatherly's eyes seemed to be focused below his waist on his
long, thick, uncut meat which was now flaccid..

"I'm sorry about that" the sheriff said, covering part of his privates with
one hand and blushing deeply.

"Please don't worry about that, sheriff" the man said with a smile. "I was
a marine drill sergeant for twenty years and I've seen pretty much
everything. I've done plenty too and you must surely know that our weekends
with Mr. Blount and Mr. Churchill weren't tea parties. Please don't be
uncomfortable. That water actually looks inviting after the twenty plus
hours I've been driving. Any man having the notable attributes you have
should put them on display at every possible opportunity."

"Well, thank you, sir. I appreciate them kind words. You're welcome to join
me if you'd like" the sheriff said. "This afternoon sun shore does feel
mighty fine on a body. That's my boy over there sound asleep on the quilt
still naked as a jaybird."

"Oh yes, I remember your son, although I don't remember his name"
Mr. Weatherly said. "Who could forget a cute ginger boy like that and all
his little friends swimming around in that pool with their little tiny
speedo bathing suits? To be honest, I stored up plenty of wank material
that evening."

The men enjoyed a knowing laugh as Mr. Weatherly began to undress,
carefully folding his clothes and laying them on the grass.

"I hope you'll feel free to call me Tobias or just Sarge" the man
said. "I'm more likely to answer to Sarge than anything else after all
those years in the marines."

"Are you no longer in the service?" Randy asked. "You seem much too young
to be retiring."

"Family circumstances, sheriff" he said. I'd planned on serving another
fifteen or twenty years and then retiring to the beach and fishing,
swimming, drinking margaritas and entertaining the boys I've been training
for all these years. Most of those boys enlist because deep down they
prefer the company of other men to the company of women. It's always been
like that for me. I feel I can speak frankly because Michael and Frankie
assured me I could do that with you."

Randy had come to the lakeshore but had remained in the water up to his
thick bush. He had watched as Tobias had undressed. The man was rather
short, maybe 5'8" or 5'9" and built very sturdily. As he undressed, he
revealed a chest covered in brown hair with thick tufts of hair at his pits
and a very thick treasure trail leading to a wild thatch of dark brown
pubes. He had a nice thick, uncut cock, almost hidden by his thick
pubes. He also had very hairy legs and, when he turned to put his folded
pants on the grass, the sheriff saw he had a very hairy ass. Although he
was no longer in the active military, he continued to sport a very short
military haircut. His face was handsome but not Hollywood
handsome. Overall, he was an appealing picture of masculinity.

"So what brings you to our little town, Sarge?" the sheriff asked as the
naked man waded into he water, walking to Randy and exchanging a firm
handshake.

As he shook the sheriff's hand with his right hand, his left hand was
absently-minded fingering his own meat which appeared to be thickening.

"It's not a pretty story and I'll try to keep it short" Sarge said. "My
only family left in the world is a sister a couple of years younger than I
am. She married a history professor at one of the best colleges in the
country, up near Boston. He was a lot older and, after trying for years,
they finally had a son. Unfortunately, they spoiled the boy and never
disciplined him. Gave him pretty much everything he ever wanted and
demanded zero accountability. I tried on a few occasions to discuss it with
my sister, but she wouldn't listen so I minimized contact with them. I knew
their boy had been in and out of trouble and in and out of several fancy
private schools. I didn't know specifics because I didn't want to know
specifics. A couple of years ago, when the boy was turning fourteen, he got
in trouble for trying to run over his father with his father's own car. He
almost killed his father, but they still weren't willing to hold the boy
accountable.  The boy's father was in the hospital for over six weeks with
multiple bone fractures and the kid was in deep trouble. My sister called
me, absolutely frantic so I flew up to see if I could help. Turned out she
and he husband had been buying the kid out of trouble for years. We hired a
good lawyer and he got the kid off with an eighteen month stay in a halfway
house. Of course, the kid hated it and left after four days. By that time I
had returned to the base and really didn't want to have to deal with it. So
things rocked on, with them continuing to rescue the kid until nine months
ago. The kid came home high on drugs and was taking my sister's jewelry to
be sold so he could buy more drugs. They had a confrontation with the boy
and he again beat the father up. Unfortunately, his father also had a
stroke and ended up dying six days later. During the altercation, the boy
also broke my sister's arm using a baseball bat and went on the run. Of
course when they caught him, my sister, now a widow called me for help. I
went up but the kid had a criminal record a mile long with all kinds of new
accusations. He was headed for a twenty to thirty prison sentence, when I
realized that the prosecutor in the case was one of my very first recruits
from boot camp. We went out for a drink and, after much negotiating,
begging, and pleading, I was able to get the kid released to my custody
with the agreement he would leave the state and stay out of trouble. I
should probably have let the little asshole go on to the penitentiary but
my sister pleaded with me and I couldn't turn her down. She really has
nobody now, just a fancy house and a lot of money. I was able to get a
hardship discharge and I decided to bring the boy south. I remembered the
old slave quarters that Mike and Frankie had so I headed in this direction,
only to find they are out of town and the quarters are being used. Frankie
suggested I give you a call or stop in at the court house. When I did that
today, your deputy told me you were up here fishing. I'm really sorry to
disturb you but I wasn't sure where else to turn."

"Where's the boy now?" the sheriff asked.

"I've got the son of a bitch bound up like a pig in the trunk of my car"
Sarge said. "It's well-ventilated and it won't hurt the little asshole to
suffer. My plan is to find a place I can secure him and get started on his
retraining. I haven't slept since we left because I wouldn't trust the
little asshole in a motel. He'd as soon slit my throat as look at me. I had
hoped I might leave him in one of your cells while I found a motel and got
a little rest but it was clear your jail was all filled up. So I felt I
didn't have a lot of choice.

"Sorry you've run into so many walls, Sarge, but I assure you that I'll
change all that" Randy said. "My jail is full and the quarters are still in
use but it just so happens that I've had the basement of my old home
converted into cells. We can dump the kid there and lock him up and you can
get some rest. The cells are brand new and totally secure.  We're currently
using it for some women we have on house arrest but I can assure you that
you'll both be well-treated and well-fed."

"Thank you so much, sheriff" Sarge said. "Michael told me if I could just
get in touch with you that you could solve most any problem. Michael and
Frankie think very highly of you, sheriff. I hope you know that."

"Well the feeling is mutual" Randy said. "Those men continue to do so much
for our community. I assure you this would be a very different place
without them. And their lifestyle choices seem to work for them."

"It seems to have worked for quite a long while" Sarge said. "I don't know
of another situation quite like it. It seems to work for them and their
wives. And there never seems to be any jealousy at all. Everything seems so
smooth."

"It sure seems that way" Randy said. "I'd really like to hear more about
that halfway house idea" the sheriff said. "We don't have nothin' like that
around here but I've been doin' some readin' and it seems like it could be
a real good tool for law enforcement officers. If we could teach these boys
about discipline in a setting like that, it could save some lives."

"I've been thinking along those lines too, sheriff" Sarge said. "Especially
while I was driving down here from Boston. I guess my background as a drill
sergeant in molding the lives of young men gives me some unique skills that
might make that a good thing for me to do. I have a pension so I don't need
a lot of income but I could use a lot of the things I've learned and maybe
help keep some young boys out of a life in prison. If I could find the
right property I'd be real tempted to give it a shot."

"What would the right property involve?" Randy asked.

"What I'd like to find is maybe an older house with three or four bedrooms
on a big enough lot to maybe have a big vegetable garden and maybe even a
few animals" Sarge said. "I think the key will be to showing the boys in my
charge that they will be totally dominated and controlled until they are
broken. Then we begin to slowly rebuild them. It's very similar to what a
drill instructor does with a marine recruit. You're a sheriff. You know
that the most effective punishment isn't about pain alone. Boys forget pain
pretty fast but they remember the feeling of being totally humiliated. The
right combination of pain and humiliation can turn any boy I've ever met
around. It can take some patience and perseverance."

"Would you be interested in opening a halfway house in these parts, Sarge?"
the sheriff asked. "Cause if you are, I can think of a couple of properties
right off the bat that just might work for you."

"I'd be real interested in that, sheriff" Sarge said.  "Once a guy gets in
the adult prison system, he's all but lost. There's no such thing as
rehabilitation there. They just don't have the funds to staff properly and
those guys go from criminal to supercriminal. But if we can get them before
that and can spend some time really teaching, working, punishing, and
rehabilitating, then some can be saved."

"I couldn't agree more" the sheriff said. "Our boys are real important to
us in this town" Randy said.

"I could tell that by what I've seen here with my own eyes" Sarge
said. "All those boys in different colored speedos at that founders day
pool party. I don't mind telling you how many times I've replayed every bit
of that in my mind. You know, in my position as a drill instructor, I got
boys mostly in their late teens or early twenties. I love young men at that
age but I've always been fascinated by younger boys. I've never had the
opportunity to touch a younger boy but I've really enjoyed the stories I've
heard about that Esquire Club in some of the bigger cities. I'm not sure I
could stand it. It was rough being in a pool with all those boys in speedos
and wondering which ones of them were beginning to grow some hair and which
ones had discovered how good it feels to touch themselves. It' drives me
crazy to think about it but I realize I'll probably never get the chance to
find out."

"You ever thought about making a son of your own?" the sheriff
asked. "You're a really good lookin' feller and I bet there'd be plenty of
girls ready to drop their panties for you. I bet you could knock one up in
a heartbeat too. You're a very masculine guy."

"You're going to make me blush, sheriff, but truthfully it's not an option
for me" Sarge said. "A couple of years ago a young girl accused me and
Sergeant Vince of raping her on base. She was there for a visit with her
brother and she got drunk and fucked several recruits but we didn't know
all that at the time. To cover what she'd done, she accused me and Vince of
raping her. She was an accomplished little liar and it looked like both of
our careers were about to be tanked when our defender got some blood
tests. The girl said Vince had held her down while I stuck my dick in her
and then we switched. But blood tests on both of us showed that the cum in
her nasty pussy didn't belong to either of us. It also showed that I'm
shooting blanks. I barely make any sperm at all. Plenty of cum but it
doesn't have enough active sperm to give me any chance to actually father a
kid. That showed she was a liar and the whole thing got dropped."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sarge" Randy said. "You coulda made some handsome
sons."

"It's all right, sheriff" Sarge said. "To be honest, I never cared about
chasing pussy. I played the game in high school but after that I couldn't
have cared less. I've always known who and what I was and I'm actually real
comfortable with that now."

"Well I'm sorry to hear you'll never have your own but I'll tell you
there's plenty of boys needin' the love and attention of men" Randy
said. "Why we've got three eleven year-old boys in our house right
now. Plus five more teen-agers. We have a study group in the afternoon with
six more boys and afterward, they all hit our pool buck naked. We encourage
all the boys to experiment with us and with each other. None of us is ready
to be a grandpaw right yet and we know boys are gonna get hard and need
release. The way we look at it, there just ain't nothin' wrong with usin'
all the gifts the good lord gave us."

"I couldn't agree more and I'd love to be a fly on the wall at your house
with all those boys" the sergeant said.

"You don't have to be a fly on the wall" Randy said. "You're welcome at our
home any time. We just completed a new addition in the basement with a very
nice health club, wrestling mats, exercise machine and gang showers. I know
our boys would all love to meet you."

"I'd love to take you up on that offer, sheriff" Sarge said. "I knew I was
making the right decision to head to this area even when I ran into some
brick walls."

"You'll be fine here, Sarge" the sheriff said. "You'll be just fine here
and know that we'll help you out any way we can any time we can. Don't
hesitate to ask for help."

"Thank you, sheriff" Sarge said as the men exchanged a hug. "Looks like
that cute ginger son of yours is waking up."

Dopie had indeed awakened and was at the edge of the lake, looking at his
father as if asking permission to join the men in the water.

"Son, this is Sergeant Tobias Weatherly" the sheriff said. "I think it will
be okay with him if you call him Sarge."

"You bet it will be okay" Sarge said. "And I'm real happy to make your
acquaintance, Dopie."

"Oh yeah, I remember you now from the party at Mr. Blount's pool" Dopie
said, entering the water, his soft little cocklet bouncing as he
walked. "You got in the pool with us and we all liked the way you threw us
in the air. You was real good at that and we all wanted you to be the one
throwin' us."

"I'm surprised you remembered that, Dopie, but I sure do" Sarge said. "That
was a really fun evening. I don't get to play with boys your age very often
and I really enjoyed it."

"So did we, Sarge, the boy said, moving in the direction of the
sergeant. "Me and my friend Pepe thought you was the best lookin' soldier
out of all of `em. We liked havin' you throw us the best. And you felt good
when you'd pick us up cause you got a lot of fur like my paw. Me and Pepe
like that."

"I'm glad you like my fur, Dopie, but I'm not sure I'm quite as hairy as
your dad." Sarge said.

"Ain't too many men who are as hairy as my paw or as handsome neither"
Dopie said. "Would you like to throw me up in the air?'

"Well, I'd like that a lot, son, but I'm not sure your father would be okay
with that" Sarge said. "We all had bathing suits on that day in the pool
and we don't have bathing suits here in the lake. Your dad might not be
comfortable with that."

"Shucks, my paw won't pay no never mind to that will you, paw?" Dopie said
with a wide grin. "We play in the pool at home naked all the time. My paw
says it's okay for us to be naked and touch and stuff as long as we're
careful. I can tell you're a friend of my paw's so I know he ain't gonna
mind a bit. Do you, paw?"

"Not a single bit, son" Randy said with a smile. "I'm always glad for
others to pay attention to my son. I know how much I love the boy and I
also know he's got plenty of love to go around. Why don't you get close and
let Sarge pick you up and give you a hug before you start wearin' him out."

"Are you sure, sheriff?" Sarge said. "We are both naked and I might get
ummmm..."

"You mean your willy might get hard?" Dopie asked. "Shucks, mine is already
gettin' hard a little bit. Paw says that's just natural and we don't worry
about it. We just thank the lord he gave us willies and taught us how to
make each other feel good."

With that, Sarge lifted the ginger boy in his arms and hugged him tightly,
the boy's now hard pricklet rubbing against the man's hairy chest. Sarge
had one of the widest grins on his face the sheriff ever remembered seeing
in his life as the two began to frolic in the water. Randy could tell that
Sarge was being very careful not to let his hands go anywhere near the
boy's genitals or his little bubble butt.

"Sarge, the boy ain't made out of china" randy said. "You don't have to
afraid he's gonna break. He likes to be touched all over his body. Don't be
shy, buddy."

"Are you serious?" Sarge asked. "You mean you wouldn't be mad if I were to
touch him all over?"

"Not at all" Randy said. "I think he'd like that. We're teachin' our boys
to be honest. If you ever have any doubt, just ask them. They'll tell you
what they want. You like the way my boy feels?"

"Oh my god!" Sarge said. "It's even better than I imagined. I never dreamed
I'd be so close to a naked boy and having so much fun. I mean I've thought
about it but I never expected it to happen."

"Your arms must be getting' awful tired" Randy said. "I bet you've thrown
him in the air fifty or sixty times."

"I could do this all day, sheriff" the man said. "Seriously, I never
thought I'd enjoy a couple of hours this much."

"I can tell how much affection you have for my Dopie. And I'd be willing to
bet you're the same with most all other boys. I hope you will settle in our
little town and get to know my boy and all his friends even better. We have
pool time pretty much ever' day, weather permittin' and you'd be welcome to
come by any time once they finish their studies. Now you better rest them
arms a little bit. You want to take my boy back up to our quilt and I'll
get us all some of that fresh lemonade I brought. My cooler's in the car."

"Absolutely, sheriff" Sarge said. "But I am really hard right now. Are you
sure that's okay for your boy to see?"

"I'm sure of that" Randy chuckled. "I know you've been really careful but I
assure you it isn't necessary. And I don't mind seein' what that pecker of
yours looks like when it's nice and hard. It looked mighty goddamned fine
when I saw it just risin' a little bit."

That said, Sarge picked the boy up in his arms and carried him out of the
water. His uncut cock was now clearly visible, protruding nicely from the
thick patch of hair surrounding it and his nut sack.  Dopie had both arms
around the man's neck and his legs wrapped around the man's waist as they
went up to the quilt.

"I didn't realize we'd be swimmin' so I didn't bring any towels with us"
Randy said as he returned with the cooler of Lemonade. "I guess we'll just
have to air-dry."

"That's all right, paw" Dopie said. "I shore do like bein' naked out here."

"Are you likin' it too, Sarge?" the sheriff asked.

"I sure am" Sarge answered. "Not sure I'd be happier anywhere else than I
am right here, sprawled out on a quilt with the warm sun on my body."

"I shore hope you ain't gonna have sore muscles from all that throwin'
today" the sheriff said. "Would you like it if my boy rubbed your body a
little bit. It might help you from bein' so sore tomorrow."

"Why, sure" Sarge said. "I'd like that a lot if he wants to."

"Fer sure, paw" Dopie said. "I'd like that a lot myself. You're still hard
like I am, Sarge. But paw ain't I guess that's cause..."

"Cause what, son?" Randy asked. "Cause of what we was doin' before we went
in the water."

"What was that, son?" the sheriff asked. "It's okay, you can talk about
anything with Sarge. He's our friend."

"Well, Sarge, it's like this" Dopie began. "I been wantin' my paw to do
some stuff with me but he was afraid cause his willy is extra large. He was
afraid he might hurt me but I was really wanting it cause my other friends
have all did it with their paws. "

"I noticed your dad has a jumbo willy on him. I haven't even seen it hard
but even soft, it's bigger than most of the ones I've seen. And I've seen a
lot, being in the marines for twenty years. What was it you wanted your paw
to do to you, kiddo?" Sarge asked with a smile. "Your paw said you can talk
about it if you want to."

"I wanted him to put his willy in my boypussy" Dopie said. "That's what me
and my buddies call our buttholes. We think it sounds sexier. Makes me kind
of twitch just to say it sometimes."

"I bet it does" Sarge said as Dopie rubbed his biceps which were large and
hard. "Was your dad the first one to put a pecker in you?"

"No, sir" Dopie answered. "My friends and me have been doin' it to each
other for a while now. I've done it with Pepe, Billy Paul and Arnie. We do
it a lot. I'd like to do it with Kurt and Rafe too and even Phillip, but
they're kind of shy. And Sonny's real handsome but I think he only wants to
do it with the doctor. I think my paw's friends are real handsome too and
there's one other grown up but I can't talk about that."

"I understand that completely" Sarge said. "There's some information we
just don't talk about cause it could hurt some people. You're a very young
boy to understand that but I think you're a smart boy. And a very sexy boy
too."

Dopie smiled.

"Would you like for me to rub you a little bit?" Sarge asked. "That is, if
it's okay with your daddy. I'd enjoy rubbing your body."

"Sure, I'd like that" Dopie said, looking to his father and getting a smile
and a nod.

Dopie lay down on his back, his little cocklet standing straight out at an
angle from his smooth body. He lay between his father and their new friend
as Sarge began to rub the boy's legs from the ankle to the thighs. He was
tentative at first as if the boy's father were suddenly going to change his
mind and knock him into the next county. But the sheriff smiled and gently
brushed the boy's ginger hair back from his forehead.

"That's nice" the sheriff said in a very low, quiet voice. "I love seeing
my boy happy and my boy likes having a man's hands on his body. Sarge was
getting more confident although he continued to rub the boy's slender legs
from ankle to thigh, not allowing his hands to touch the hard prize. Randy
leaned in and began to lick and tease one of his small nipples, which
immediately hardened. The men heard the boy gasp as his father's tongue
touched him and it set in for Sarge that this was really happening.

"Do anything you think my boy will like, Sarge" the sheriff said. "Let's
make my boy happy."

Randy reached a hand over and began to stroke Sarge's uncut meat, sliding
the foreskin back and finding he was already producing some pre-cum. The
sheriff continued to slowly stroke the uncut, thick meat and even drew his
hand back and fed some of the man's liquid to his son, who licked it off
his finger eagerly. Sarge was now using both hands to stroke both the boy's
legs and Dopie had spread his legs as if to give the man access. Randy
could see Sarge's eyes hardly moving from the boy's hard little cock which
continued to stand straight up.

"I know you want to taste my boy's cock, Sarge" Randy said
quietly. "There's no rush. Take your time and enjoy the moment. My boy
loves having his little nut sack licked and kissed. He's all yours for now
as long as you make the boy feel good. He's a good boy who'll do anything
for a man who's good to him. Spread those legs a little more and look at
his pretty little pink hole. And know that my big old daddy dick was in
there not too long ago. And my boy took it without shedding a tear. My boy
drained ever' drop of juice out of his paw's dick. I filled his little
boycunt up with my cream."

"Can I lick your boy's hole?" Sarge asked

"Absolutely" Randy said. "He'll love that. I know you're about ready to
taste that boy meat too. Take your time and enjoy it."

Sarge spread the boy's legs a little further and put his head down, licking
the boy's nuts. Sarge gasped as he did it and the sheriff could see the
man's hand trembling as he held the boy's smooth thighs in his thick
fingers. The instant the man's tongue touched Dopie's hole, the boy's legs
shot apart even further, encouraging the man to lick that hole with energy.

"I'm pretty sure my boy's gonna be a bottom more than a top" the sheriff
said. "You saw how those legs shot open the instant your tongue hit that
little pink hole. My friend Will tells me that's how you can tell a boy or
a girl loves being fucked. Is that feelin' good to you, son? "

"Shore is, paw" Dopie answered. "I thought my hole would be sore after you
put yours in me but it ain't sore at all. I wish you'd do it again."

"You sure, son?" the sheriff asked. "You mean you think you could take
another one in that little tiny boyhole?"

"I shore do, paw" Dopie said. "That was the best thing I ever felt. Is
Sarge still hard?"

"He sure is, boy" Randy answered. "Lookin' at you and touchin' you has that
man hard as a rock. What would you like to do?"

"I'd like a taste, paw" Dopie answered. "I'd love to taste of his pecker if
that'd be all right."

"Is that somethin' you'd like, Sarge?" the sheriff asked. "You want my boy
to suck on that hard cock of yours?"

"Are you serious, sheriff?" Sarge asked, not believing his ears. "You'd let
that sweet boy of yours suck my cock? I believe I must've died and gone to
heaven. I'd really like that a lot.""Dopie, ask the sarge if you have
permission to suck his cock" the sheriff suggested. "And ask him using big
boy words."

"Sarge, may I have permission to suck your hard dick, sir?" Dopie asked
innocently, his smile wide.

"You can have permission to do anything with me that you want to, you sweet
boy!" Sarge said enthusiastically. "You suck on that hard meat all you want
to as long as your paw is all right with it."

"We'll just shift him around here and he can get to your meat while you
still can suck on his balls and his little cock if you want to."

They shifted positions so that Dopie and Sarge were now facing one another,
head to crotch. Randy squatted beside them, enjoying the sight of his son
and the strong former soldier enjoying each other and poised to taste each
other's cocks.

"Okay, son, show that soldier what you can do" Randy told his son.

Dopie opened wide and took the former drill instructor's thick, meaty cock
all the way in his throat without a single gag. Once he had it all the way
in, the boy started to contract the muscles in his throat, driving Sarge
crazy.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" Sarge exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like
that!"

In turn, Sarge opened wide and engulfed Dopie's hard boycock and his nut
sack in his mouth and began sucking. Randy thought it might be the hottest
thing he'd ever seen as his son removed his mouth back to the very tip of
Sarge's cock and began slow, even strokes with his mouth. From his
position, the sheriff had a great view of Sarge moving his hairy ass back
and forth as he savored the sensations of the boy sucking is cock with
expertise he had rarely found in an adult. Then the man felt hands
separating his meaty buttcheeks and realized the sheriff was now lapping at
his butthole. After getting the hole slick with his own juices, Randy
sucked on his own index finger and began to tease Sarge's hole with the
finger. Sarge started to push back against the finger, making it clear he
liked it and was willing to take more. Randy inserted his index finger into
the manhole and went for Sarge's prostate which he found immediately and
began to massage. He heard Sarge gasping even with his mouth full of
boycock and boy nuts. Randy noticed that even as his son was enjoying
sucking Sarge's thick cock, he was reaching one hand behind him, apparently
trying to finger himself.

"Looks like my boy is wantin' some more work on that butthole of his" Randy
said. "It ain't too sore for more play, son?"

"The boy stopped sucking dick long enough to answer his father.

"No, paw, it ain't sore at all" the boy answered. "Matter of fact it's
itchy like it needs some more attention. I could do it all over again."

"You hear my boy, Sarge?" the sheriff asked. "My boy took his daddy's dick
and he's still wantin' more in his purty little hole. You want to please
the boy, Sarge?"

"You're asking me if I want to fuck your beautiful son?" Sarge asked
incredulously.

"Shore am" the sheriff answered. "I'm pretty surprised myself. I thought he
might be sore but I guess them stretchers the boy and his buddies been
usin' did their job."

"You need to tell the sergeant what you want, son" the sheriff said. "Tell
Sergeant Weatherly what it is you want him to do."

"I want him to put it in me the way you did, paw" Dopie said.

"Say it to him and use big boy words" Randy said. "You know the words and
it's okay to use them here. It's just us men."

"I like bein' a man, paw" the boy said. "Sarge, I want you to get your dick
really hard and fuck me with it."

"Tell him where you want it, son" Randy said. "He's been fuckin' your
pretty mouth. Tell him exactly what you want."

"I want your hard cock inside my boypussy, Sarge" Dopie said. "I want you
to fuck me nice and hard the way my paw just fucked me a little bit
ago. Then I want you to pull it out and shoot your daddy cream on my face
and then stick it back in me like you was tryin' to breed a baby into a
bitch."

"You foul-mouthed little, beauty" Sarge said with a grin. He was now on his
feet and he took the ginger boy in his arms and squeezed him. Then he
kissed him. It was a wet, hot, long, passionate kiss and the boy
responded. He curled his slender legs around the man's waist, trying to rub
his hole against Sarge's hard cock.

"Sheriff, I saw that tube of lube over on the quilt" Sarge said. "You want
to rub a little bit on my cock to make sure it feels good to your boy?"

"Yes, sir" Randy answered as he grabbed the tube and went to his knees,
slathering the lubricant on the sergeant's extremely hard and dancing cock.

"Now spit on it to be sure it feels good to this boy when it goes in" Sarge
said. "I'd never do anything to hurt such a beautiful creature. You can
count on that. I may be a rough man and I've been a rough fuck for many an
errant marine, but all I want to do is love on this beautiful boy and make
him feel good."

"I can tell that's what you want, Sarge" the boy's father said as the
sergeant lined up his very thick, hard cock with the boy's hole and eased
it inside the boy's tight little cunt in one long stroke. Dopie gasped as
he felt himself filled again with hard, mancock. He loved the feel of being
held in the sergeant's strong, muscled arms and the sergeant began long,
rhythmic strokes as soon as he was inside the boy. Sarge looked over and
got a nice smile from the boy's father, a smile he returned.

"Does that cock feel good in that boypussy?" Sarge asked the boy.

"Oh yeah" Dopie answered. "I could ride this all day long. I ain't never
done it like this before. Feels so good."

"Just enjoy it, son, enjoy that hard cock up inside you" Sarge said. "I
never thought I'd get to put my cock inside such a beautiful boy. I still
can't believe I'm not gonna wake up from a dream."

"You ain't dreamin' Sarge" the sheriff said as he sat on the quilt watching
his son get fucked. "You're gonna fit in real well here in Gayberry if you
like sweet boy and you're good to all of `em. I know several boys who are
gonna sure nuff enjoy meetin' up with you."

The sarge was again exchanging deep, wet kisses with the young ginger boy
as he went to his knees, still holding the boy with the boy's legs around
his waist. He carefully knelt on the quilt and, without missing a stroke,
laid the boy on his back on the quilt and continued pounding his tight
little hole.

"Fuck!" Sarge said. "I don't ever want this to end but I'm getting real
close and I know I can't hold it off for long, kid. How about I flip you
over and you get up on your knees so I can really get my dick all the way
in that tight little puss?"

Without waiting for an answer, the muscular sergeant pulled his dick out of
the boy and in one smooth move, had the boy on his knees and had his dick
reinserted in the hole. Sarge was pounding away as he started getting
louder.

"I'm gonna breed that pussy of yours , boy!" Sarge said as he pounded the
boyhole. "I'm gonna fill your little pussy up with my fucking manseed. I'll
give you every fucking drop I've got in my hairy nuts, boy if you want
it. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm so fucking close!"

A couple more strokes and the sergeant pulled his dick out of the boy and
began to shoot multiple thick white ropes of cream onto the boy's smooth
white butt cheeks. He beat his meat, milking the last drops from his hairy
nuts onto the boy's pink hole and then reinserted his cock all the way in
as he groaned. Dopie was groaning too as the man gave him the full length
of his still-hard cock and rested his weight on the boy. He then flipped
the boy over to face him and began to kiss him and rub his smooth chest.

"Dopie, son, I've never had anything like this" Sarge said. "I've been with
a lot of young soldiers over the years but I've never felt anything as
tight on my cock. You're a beautiful, sexy boy and I hope to be around this
town to watch you grow into a man. Now do you mind if I suck your dick? I
can't wait to taste your boyjuice."

"I ain't makin' cream yet" Dopie said. "But I shore do like to get the
quivers. None of us young boys is shootin' the cream yet but we can't
hardly wait to taste each other's cum. And I'd shore like it if you wanted
to suck me. I like it and I'm awful close to getting' that feelin' again."

"None of our boys are making cum yet, Sarge, but they all have really
strong dry climaxes" the sheriff explained. "If you've never seen a boy
have a dry climax, I think it's something you'll enjoy."

"But how do you know when a boy has a climax if there's no cum?" Sarge
asked.

"Trust me, you'll know when a boy has one" Randy said. "Their muscles in
their arms and legs contract and they start breathin' real fast. You'll
know when a boy gets the shivers or the quivers. They use both terms to
describe it."

"Well, let's see if I can help this beautiful boy to get the shivers,
sheriff" Sarge said. "You might want to join me in helping your handsome
son."

"I believe I'd like that a lot, Sarge" Randy said. "Ain't nothin' like
sharin' a boy with a new buddy. Why don't you work on that hard little dick
of his while I see if I can't lick some of your juice out of his little
boypussy."

"Sounds like a plan" Sarge said as the two men began to devour the small
boy.

Dopie was in heaven as his father and the handsome soldier they had just
met made his body sing with pleasure. Sarge took his hard cock and his
nutsack into his hot mouth while his father started licking his hole,
thrusting his tongue inside the boy as far as he could manage. It wasn't
long before Dopie's breaths got harder and faster. He began to moan and
grabbed Sarge's head in both his hands, gripping him as he moved up and
down on the boy's meat.

Paw! Paw!" the boy said. "I'm real close!"Oh, paw! I can't hold off. I'd
like to but I just can't. Lick hat hole, paw! "Suck that cock, Sarge! Oh
fuuuuuck!"

The boy now had a death grip on Sarge's head as his respirations increased
and his legs went rigid right down to his toes. That lasted for almost a
full minute before he kept his grip on Sarge's head and crossed his legs,
entrapping Sarge's head and holding him down on his now sensitive
boymeat. The men moved up and lay on each side of the naked boy. Sarge
occasionally licked the boy on his tummy or his nipple or his neck.

"I never expected to be this happy" Sarge said. "I was beginning to think I
had made a mistake in agreeing to take my nephew on and head down here. Now
I know it was the right decision. I'll get that little fucker straightened
out if it's the last thing I do on this earth."

"You needn't worry, Sarge" Dopie said. "My paw and his buddies will help
you out. There ain't nuthin' they can't get done. You'll help him won't
you, paw?"

"Of course I will" Randy said. "We'll all help him turn that boy
around. Whatever it takes. As a matter of fact, I may just know the perfect
place for you and the boy. A good friend of mine, Arnold Winkler, recently
divorced his slutty wife. Him and his son have moved in with us and his
house is sittin' empty. He says it needs some work but he's been too busy
to get the work done. He said when he got the work done, he'd probably rent
the place. It's a big old two story at the edge of town. You'd have a lot
of privacy and plenty of room for some animals and a garden. I think he
might give you a great price on it too if you would agree to do a little
work on it."

"That'd be great" Sarge said. "Sound like the perfect place to keep a boy
busy doin' work on the house in addition to the yard work and care for the
animals. Truth is, I'll have to work the boy at least eighteen hours a day
to tire him out and wear him down. Eventually, I'll make sure he works an
outside job but not till I know he can be trusted and that's a long way off
with this one."

"Well, when we leave here, we can take Dopie home and I'll introduce you to
the others. You met most of them at the pool party but there are some
additions that weren't with us then. We'll drop Dopie and then take your
nephew over to my old house where there's a brand spankin' new cell for
him. I can also have Eliza put you in one of the guest rooms so that you
can get a good night's sleep."

"Oh, paw, why can't he stay with us?" Dopie asked. "Please, paw. I know
Billy Paul and Arnold Junior will like him as much as I do."

"We'll leave that up to Sarge" the sheriff said. "You're welcome to stay at
our house but I will warn you that you might not get any sleep at all with
three horny boys who'll probably want you to sleep in their room."

"That's a risk I'm certainly willing to take, sheriff" Sarge said with a
chuckle.

The three went into the water and rinsed off, then used the quilt to dry
off somewhat. All three got dressed and headed back to their cars. Dopie
wanted to ride with Sarge, so the sheriff gave his permission and had them
follow his car to their home. They took Dopie in the house where the boys
had finished their study session and were now in the pool. Arnold and
William were having a beer with the doctor and the boys were all in the
pool. The sheriff introduced Sarge to everyone and gave him a beer, telling
them a brief story about how Sarge had come to be in Gayberry. The men
seemed to get along very well and Arnold agreed to take Sarge to see his
vacant house the following morning. Sarge's head was spinning when Dopie
and the sheriff took him to the pool area to meet all the other boys. Sarge
was amazed at the pool full of naked boys from ages eleven to seventeen. He
could barely pry his eyes from Billy Paul, Arnold Junior, and Dopie as they
all swam nude and played in the pool.

"If you stay here tonight, we can all have a naked swim" Dopie said.

"I'd like that a lot, boys" Sarge said. "I'd love to join you now but I'm
afraid I have to take care of a matter first. But I'll be back as long as
all of your dads are okay with this."

While at the pool, Sarge met Kurt, Rafe and Phillip, who were clustered
together and who wrapped towels around their midsections before meeting the
stranger. Then he met Robert, Tyler, Jimmy, and Mark, all of whom had cock
cages on their willies. Sarge did a double take but Randy explained that
the boys were all in chastity because of one local girl who had proved too
tempting for them to resist. Then he met the Moore twin boys, who were also
in chastity and finally, Sonny, who was the oldest of the group.

"What a delightful bunch of boys" Sarge said. "The boys in chastity seem to
be comfortable with wearing their devices and not shy about them at all. We
used some of those with recruits but we had limited success as the really
bad recruits would find a way to cut them off. But it always embarrassed a
recruit to be put into a cage. Of course that was a very useful tool in
training the bad boys."

"Our boys are quite comfortable wearing them" Randy said.  "There's a young
girl in town who happens to be the daughter of the mayor, who has gotten
all these boys in trouble. The girl is trouble to boys and men. Age don't
even matter. Her and her little friend will fuck anything and drink
anything and when they are out of the house, you can bet trouble's
brewin. You saw Jimmy and Mark out at the pool. They were her first
victims. Jimmy was fingerin' that young snatch when I caught him and then
his friend Mark got played by the little bitch. Things could've really
blown up in this town when I caught the little bitch with two handsome
black high school boys in the bathroom of the local hotel. If the white men
in this town had learned about that, we'd have had a lynchin'. We put those
two guys in chastity. Her latest victims that I know of are those cute twin
boys you just met. They're just in the seventh grade. The little whore and
her friend picked them boys up at the skatin' rink and took them to a
motel. Tried to get `em drunk and fuck both of `em. She's bad news and word
is she'll fuck anything, including' her own paw. The night I caught her
getting' fingered by our Jimmy, I agreed to help her paw give her a
spankin'. He damned near fucked his daughter right there in front of me
while he claims she's a virgin. Thank the lord I had a boy instead of a
girl. You know the most shame a girl can bring on her family in these parts
is to get a baby planted in her before she's got a weddin' ring on her
finger. It just ain't acceptable around here."

"Well I know I have my hands full with my nephew. I don't know everything
he's done but his mother admitted they have bailed him out numerous times
including four `procedures' for girls he knocked up. He's a handsome kid
but he's absolutely worthless and, as much as I love my sister, she's
responsible for a large part of it. I wouldn't even tell her where I was
taking the boy cause I know she'd try to intervene."

"Just know that we stand ready to help you in any way we can" the sheriff
said. "Statesville is no place for boys if there's any other way to settle
things."

The sheriff and Sarge left the others there and took Sarge's car over to
Randy's old house where the new cells had been installed.

"I ain't even seen `em myself but the warden from Statesville took care of
the installation so I know it's good" the sheriff explained." " He's also
sent a couple of matrons to staff the place. I think he'd like to make a
Statesville a prison for men only so he's been real happy to help us out
with housin' women in our place."

"I believe I remember him from when I was in Gayberry" Sarge said. "Isn't
he a tall, handsome black man with a big, friendly smile?"

"That's him" Randy said. "What you may not know is he's got one of the
biggest, fattest and longest dicks around. I know I ain't no slouch in the
dick department but I think he's got me beat. I ain't never had the
opportunity, but I think I'd enjoy takin' measurements."

"That sounds like a fun event" Sarge said. "I bet that'd bring in more
money than all of those pies they sold on Founders Day."

They both enjoyed a laugh over that as they heard young Toby kicking and
struggling in the trunk of the car.

"So your sister named her boy after you, Sarge?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir, and I was really honored at the time" Sarge said. "I would never
have believed they could've done such a poor job raising the boy although I
saw troubling signs early on. But they just wouldn't listen. If we didn't
get him out of there he'd've killed both of his parents. I have no doubt he
caused his father's fatal stroke and if he'd got his mama in the head with
that baseball bat instead of the arm, she'd be buried right next to her
husband."

"Sarge, I know this can't be easy but you're a strong guy" Randy said. "You
can handle this and you'll have all the help you need. All you have to do
is to tell us what you need."

"Thank you, sheriff" Sarge said. "I know I'm going to need your help and I
sure do appreciate you all."

They arrived at the sheriff's old home and the sheriff instructed Sarge to
pull around into the back yard.

"If he's been in that trunk this long, he's probably gonna need to be
washed down" the sheriff said. "I got a hose pipe out here with a hard
spray nozzle on it that should do the trick. It ain't no firehose but it's
got some power."

"Sounds good, sheriff" Sarge said. "I guess I've put it off about as long
as I can."

He inserted the key into the trunk and opened it. Inside was a boy dressed
in jeans and a yellow polo shirt, his wrists and ankles bound tightly with
rope and duct tape covering his mouth.

"Okay, soy, we've arrived where we're going for now" Sarge told the
prisoner. "Time to get out and get cleaned up."

The sergeant ripped the duct tape off the boy's mouth and he started
cursing.

"Goddamn you motherfucker, what the fuck is going on?" the boy yelled."
I've been in that goddamned trunk for god knows how long with nothing to
eat or drink and no place to piss or take a shit. I've pissed myself and
was damned close to shitting myself too. You fucking asshole cocksucker!
Where the fuck are we and who's this fucking clown with you?"

"Clean that language up and get the fuck out of that trunk and make it
quick" Sarge barked. "That tape can go right back on as quick as it came
off if you aren't careful. Get out of those clothes right now. We need to
hose you down. You smell like a fucking toilet."

"What do you expect?' the boy asked angrily. "You've left me in that
fucking trunk for hours. I had no idea where I was or when I might get the
fuck out. And I can't undress cause my wrists and my ankles are tied, you
stupid fuck!?"

"Okay, boy, don't worry about undressing" Sarge said quietly and with an
evil smile. "The sheriff and I can undress your ass easily enough. I got a
pocket knife right here and we can just cut these smelly rags off of you."

"Man, don't cut my threads" the boy said. "They're all designer stuff that
costs more than all the stuff you probably got in your damn sorry ass
closet."

"That's all right, Toby, you won't be needing clothes for a while" Sarge
said quietly.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" the boy asked. "You're gonna keep me
naked? What kind of fucking pervert are you that keeps a naked teenage boy
around you. I knew you were a fag. Every goddamn body in the services is a
faggot. That's why you do it. You love hanging around young boys. You think
I didn't see the way you were looking at my thick crotch the way a hungry
dog looks at a bone? I spotted you when you walked in that house. You're a
fucking faggot!"

Sarge kept his cool as he took the wide leather belt from the boy's
pants. He laid it aside as he and the sheriff pulled the boy's shirt over
his head and then his undershirt, exposing thick hair in his pits that
matched the very dark black hair on his head that was very curly. The boy
was a very handsome kid except for what appeared to be a permanent
sneer. He had a few dark hairs in the center of his chest and a very
promising fuzzy patch just above and below his navel. He had only a couple
of dark black hairs at the edge of his nipples which were quite large and
dark brown in color. Randy speculated that the boy's father may have been
of Greek or Italian origin, given his hair coloring and his olive colored
skin. Sarge unfastened the boy's pants and lowered them to his ankles, then
took his knife and cut them off him. The boy objected but Sarge ignored his
protests. He had indeed urinated in his pants and his underwear was quite
soaked, revealing a nice-sized bulge in the crotch. Sarge wasted no time in
removing the underwear to ankle level then cutting them off. The handsome
teen was now totally naked right there in Randy's previous home's back
yard. He was extremely hairy below the waist with a very unruly, thick
patch of black pubes pretty much obscuring what looked to be an uncut
penis.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the boy asked. "I'm naked right
out here in the open. Somebody could wander up anytime and see what's going
on."

"There wouldn't be that much for them to see" Sarge said. "That little cock
of yours looks pretty shriveled up to me. You can barely see it hiding in
all that fucking hair. Of course that may be temporary. I think a good body
shave might settle you down a little bit."

"Don't make fun of my cock, you asshole!" the boy said. "Plenty of girls
like it and plenty of boys have tried to get it too. But all the boys got
their asses beat for even thinking about touching it. The girls were a
different story. I'm a real pussyhound, Uncle Tobias, unlike my faggot
uncle."

A quick check of the rearview revealed a round ass which was also covered
in the same thick black hair as the front. The boy's legs were also very
hairy right down to the ankles.

"That's a pretty round ass you got on you boy but it's gonna look a lot
nicer when I lay your belt to it and give it a little bit of color" Sarge
said as he reached for the boy's leather belt and doubled it in his right
hand.

He immediately went after the boy, giving him hard swats on his round
buttocks with the thick belt. The boy tried to run but his ankles were
bound and he fell with his upper body inside the trunk of the car, putting
his behind at the perfect level for his uncle to tear it up. And tear it up
he did, swinging the belt expertly. The boy was now begging for the lashing
to stop as his buttocks swiftly turned red. As the Sarge attacked the boy's
butt, thighs and legs with the belt, the boy's arrogance had turned to
pitiful begging. He was begging his uncle to stop the beating but his uncle
didn't let up for even a second, moving the lashes up to his back at
time. The boy's entire backside was turning crimson as Sarge continued for
around ten minutes. He then stopped, took a deep breath and handed the belt
to the sheriff. Randy took the belt and, in spite of the boy's pleading,
began to give him a beating to equal the one from his uncle. Toby was
cursing and pleading and begging and now sobbing.  In the short time since
Randy had met the boy, he knew his uncle was not exaggerating about the
lad's behavior and Toby deserved every lick he was now getting.  It was a
secluded yard but Randy was a bit surprised that no attention had come to
them with the way the boy was sobbing and pleading for the lashing to
stop. Randy was determined to keep up the beating until Sarge gave him
further instructions. The boy's ass was turning a very nice shade of
red. He wondered if the boy's hole would be red like his own sons. He was
already regretting doing more exploration of Mark Thomas's hole when he had
the boy over his knee earlier. It was clear his father wouldn't have
minded, given what he was doing with Mark's younger brother. He also
regretted not going further and sticking his finger in Jeffy's hole when he
had the chance. He was realizing he had missed some great opportunities to
explore and he was determined not to miss any further chances.

"Great job, sheriff" Sarge said. "Your arm must be getting tired so I'll
take it back and finish the boy off."

"No, please, Uncle Tobias!" the boy begged. "I can't take anymore. I never
hurt so bad. Please don't give me any more. I'm begging you, uncle!"

"Too late to beg, Toby" Sarge said as he again started lashing the boy
harder than ever. "You should've thought about what you were saying before
you ever opened that nasty mouth. You should've thought about that when
your broke your own fucking mother's arm with that bat.  I want you to
remember this every fucking time you start to speak. Do you understand
that, son?"

"Oh yes, sir!" the boy sobbed. "I'm really sorry. I won't ever disrespect
you again if you'll just stop. Please, please! I can't take it. I can't
take any more."

"You'll take what I give you and you better by God almighty remember it
before you open that trash mouth of yours, boy! And you better learn real
fast that I don't negotiate with assholes like you. What I say is what
happens and there'll be no motherfucking exceptions."

The boy's butt cheeks were oozing blood and Sarge finally stopped the
lashing and stood with his hands on his knees. The only sound was their
breathing and the boy sobbing pitifully.

"If your father had done just a little bit of this, he'd probably still be
alive, my sister wouldn't be in a cast and we wouldn't be where we are
right now" Sarge said. "I think we need to hose you down and get rid of
that piss smell. I've got some soap in my bag right here so we'll get you
cleaned up before you go inside."

"I'd be real glad to help the boy get cleaned up, Sarge" the sheriff
said. "Especially if you don't mind me makin' sure his hole is clean."

"Of course" Sarge said. "We need to check his hole to make sure he doesn't
have anything hidden up there that could be used as a weapon. I want to get
a look at that hole too. The boy indicates his hole is virgin but you can
bet that won't be the case for long. There's few things as exciting as
getting a look at a boy's hole for the first time. They come in so many
shades from bright pink to dark brown. That was one thing I always looked
forward to with a batch of new recruits. I could usually predict what a
boy's hole would look like but there were always a few surprises along the
way. It's nice to find someone who shares my interest in this."

"Well, it's really new to me but I find I get more curious every day" Randy
said as he began to hose the boy down with the cool water from the hose
pipe.

"No, I don't want you touching me" the boy said, now that his tears had
stopped and he was again becoming arrogant. "I don't want no other man's
hands touching me. I can wash myself."

"Apparently you ain''t heard a motherfuckin' word your uncle has said, boy"
Randy said angrily. "You need to get it through your fuckin' thick head you
ain't in charge here. You got no fuckin' say in what happens to you. The
sooner you get that through your fuckin' head, the easier your life's gonna
get. Sarge, I think I need to put the boy over my knee before we carry
on. Is that good with you?'

"I think that's an excellent suggestion" Sarge said. "Why don't you sit up
here on the hood of the car and I'll help the boy get across your knee."

"Get your fucking faggot hands off me" Tobias said angrily, attempting to
punch his uncle in the face. Sarge easily blocked the punch, wrenching the
naked boy's arm behind him painfully and, in one move. Maneuvering his body
across the tall sheriff's knees, his already oozing back side exposed and
Tobias unable to move to prevent what was about to happen.

"You motherfucking faggot cocksuckers" the boy said angrily as he panted
oput of breath from all the exertion. The sheriff wasn't even breathing
heavily as he positioned the helpless boy across his knees and ran his big,
hot hands over the boy's round backside, covered in dark hairs.

Randy began to slap the boy's already painful and red back side with his
open hand as the boy squirmed and tried in vain to break free.

"Tobias, you need to listen to me" his uncle said as the spanking
continued. "The prosecutor in your case told me about he was considering
additional charges against you and your buddies for baiting homosexual
men. He said you and your buddies would go to a park which was a known
homosexual cruising ground and flirt with the homosexuals there. A number
of them were injured when they went behind the bushes with you and ended up
beaten, bloody and some very near death. If you should manage to escape and
go back home, you should know that those crimes are being prosecuted
against your buddies and the prosecutor will do the same to you. Most of
those boys are facing twenty years or more hard time in prison and they're
falling all over themselves to turn on their buddies for lesser
sentences. The prosecutor is himself a homosexual and plans to prosecute
that type of crime to the fullest extent of the law. So this is really your
last chance to avoid doing hard time. And I will tell you that hard prison
time will be even harder on a pretty boy like you with that round butt and
that pretty face. Just so you know."

"Fuck you, faggot!" the boy said between sobs. "I don't believe a goddamned
word that comes out of your filthy cocksucking mouth! My boys would never
turn on each other and they'll never get caught. It was easy luring those
cocksuckers in the park. Just rub that thick cock bulge of mine and their
mouths started watering. They thought they were gonna taste of my prize
meat till a rock hit them upside the fucking head. It was pretty easy
money. Once they were out, we'd take their money, credit cards, watches,
rings and anything else they had on them. It was easy-peasy when you got a
cock bulge like mine."

"You know, Toby, I had started to wonder if maybe what I had planned for
you was too harsh" Sarge said. "You've answered that question for me
now. Nothing I can do will be punishment you don't deserve. I've dealt with
way tougher guys than you in the Marine Corps. They were really tough, not
just full of arrogant bullshit like your little pansy ass is. And I broke
them just like I'm going to break you. There'll be no sympathy
whatsoever. You just shot your mouth off again when it would've been a lot
wiser to just shut that fucking mouth. Tear that ass up, sheriff, then
we're both going to have a look at that hole he's hiding between those
hairy legs."

"Yes, sir, Sarge" the sheriff said, smiling at his new friend even as he
continued to tear the boy's ass up.

The sheriff continued the licks for another ten minutes as the boy begged
and pleaded, sobbing the entire time and begging for him to stop.

"I think that's enough" Sarge finally said, roughly pulling the naked boy
from the sheriff's knees. "We need to get your nasty ass cleaned up
now. The sheriff has plenty of other things to spend his time on and you
aren't worth the sweat off his brow. Now stand up here, boy and let me have
a look at that body you think so highly of. Stand at attention. Toby stood
up straight, still sniffling from the beating he had taken.

Randy took the soap from Sarge and began by lathering the boy's arms and
having him raise his arms to soap his bushy pits. Toby didn't like being
touched which was obvious from his body language but he didn't say a
word. His sobbing had subsided but he was still sniffling as the sheriff
washed him carefully. Randy then went for the boy's chest, working up a
thick lather on his chest and an even thicker one in the fuzz on his
tummy. He then skipped the best parts and soaped the boy's hairy legs
making long strokes from the boy's ankles to his hairy thighs. The closer
his hands got to the boy's penis, the sharper the looks the boy gave him
but he said nothing. When Randy began to lather his thick bush, he tried to
pull away but Sarge stepped in and held the belt near his face and Toby
said nothing. Randy took his time working up a thick lather in the boys
pubes, Sarge helped out by soaping the boy's soft penis, pulling back the
foreskin several times and then pulling it forward again. The boy was
obviously humiliated having men handle his private parts but he said
nothing. By the time they rinsed his crotch the boy had a full hardon. When
he was hard, his foreskin didn't quite reach to the tip of his penis. He
had about a six inch erection which was about average but certainly not the
monster meat the boy had bragged about.

"That's a decent little boycock you got there, son" Sarge chuckled "but it
looks like you've still got some growin' to do."

The boy gave the men a disgusted look but turned around as instructed s
both men began to soap his backside. They quickly worked up a lather. Toby
seemed much more nervous with the men having their hands on his behind than
he did when they washed his crotch.

"Just relax, boy" Sarge said. "Neither one of is going to fuck you in the
ass. At least not right now where all of the sheriff's former neighbors
could see. We are gonna take a look at that little hole you're so
protective of. You can either bend over and let us take a good look or I
can take the belt to that ass again. Which will it be?"

"Go ahead and look" he said sullenly. "But no touching. Please don't. I
ain't a fag and I don't like men touching me there."

"Would you rather have more of that belt, boy" Sarge asked.

"No, please" Toby said, tearing up again. "I can't take more of
that. Please."

"Then behave yourself and follow instructions" Sarge said as he finished
rinsing the lather from the boy and bent him over the trunk of the car
again.

"I'm cutting the rope off your ankles but if you try anything, you'll feel
that belt again and I'll do double what we did earlier" Sarge said. "Do you
understand that?"

"Yes" Toby said.

"We need to get something straight right here and right now, son" Sarge
said. "When you respond to me or anyone older than you are the correct
response will be `yes, sir". That goes for anyone you even think might be
older than you. Any failure to use those words will get you ten more lashes
with that belt or with the wooden paddle I have in my bag. I am not to be
fucked with the way you've fucked with your parents. Are we clear?"

Yes" the boy said. "Yes, sir, I meant to say."

"You better start remembering" Sarge said. "I won't listen to your bullshit
excuses the way your parents did. Those days are over and gone. Now bend
over. We want to get a look at that hole."

The boy and no choice but to comply. He bent over, laying his head on the
floor of the trunk and exposing his backside to the two men. Both stroked
the boy's furry, round buttcheeks, remarking on how nicely rounded his
buttocks were.

"Bet that hole's gonna clamp down on a dick like a vise" Sarge said. "It'll
take a load of lubricant to get in there without breaking your dick off."

Both men laughed as the boy whimpered.

Each man took a cheek and they separated them, revealing a perfect pink
starfish surrounded by the boy's olive-colored skin.

"Toby's dad was full-blooded Greek from the old country" Sarge said. "I was
jealous of my sister because he was one of the most handsome men I ever
saw. That was before the boy was about ten. He went off the tracks at a
young age and he aged my brother in law and my sister overnight. I wish I'd
been more insistent but they told me how they raised their son was none of
my business."

"Then you don't have any cause to feel guilty, Sarge" Randy said. "You'd
have been there if they'd ask you and that's all you could have done."

"Give him a little finger in that cherry hole and watch him howl" Sarge
chuckled.

Randy moistened his finger in his mouth and began to circle the pink
slit. The boy jerked away but was settled when his uncle put one hand on
his low back.

"Man, these are the hairiest balls I ever saw on a boy his age" Sarge
remarked as he handled the boy's furry nut sack. I think he likes having
his balls played with a lot more than he liked having his hole
touched. Randy again wet his finger and drew circles around the boy's tiny
hole. As Sarge continued to knead the boy's nuts, Toby began to get an
erection.

"Our little straight boy's getting a hard dick, sheriff" Sarge said. "Look
at this. His little boy pecker's growing a little bit."

Sure enough, the boy was becoming erect. Even as he hardened, his foreskin
slid back without help, exposing a nice cockhead which was already leaking
some pre-cum.

"That looks like about a six-incher which is decent" Sarge said as he had
the boy straighten up and turned him to face them. "Let me have a feel of
that little leaky cock of yours. I always wondered what your daddy's cock
looked like but I only caught an occasional glimpse of it when we were
changing into swimsuits. He didn't seem to like showing it off and I always
wondered if it was because he wasn't proud of that small Greek pecker. I
guess I was right if it was anything like his son's."

Sarge reached out and combed the boy's pubes with his fingered, then
encircled the boy's hard cock with his fingers.

"Get your faggot hands off me right now!" the boy spat. "I told you I ain't
no fag. My dick's just for pussy and nothing else so keep your nasty
goddamned hands to yourself."

"Well that just got you twenty more with your belt but we don't have time
for that now. I have a swimming party with some very cute boys, the sheriff
has an important appointment and you got a fucking cell waiting for you."

Sarge pulled a pair of new white jockstrap and helped the boy step into it
as they led the boy to the back steps of the house. Eliza was there to
greet the three of them and Randy introduced her to Sarge.

"I saw you gentlemen out here but I could see you was all busy so I didn't
disturb you. Looks like you have someone for one of our new shiny
cells. Come on in and I'll take you downstairs."

"I know the cells is for women prisoners but I had a situation at the jail"
Randy explained. "I do apologize and I won't make a practice of this."

"It's okay" Eliza said. "I certainly don't have a problem with it and I
don't think the matron will either. There are actually two of them and they
work twelve hour shifts so they are with the prisoners at all times. I
mostly stay upstairs and enjoy the peace and quiet. I just make sure meals
are prepared and served on time."

"This house smells amazing!" Sarge exclaimed. "What in the world are you
cooking?"

"I got them two old white bitches in the kitchen" she chuckled. "I got a
gentleman caller comin' to dinner tonight. I never knew how nice it would
be to have them bitches downstairs and the house to myself except for
Mr. Vague and the Alabama boys. Ain't none of them hardly ever here with
the hours they work. I even got cute little uniforms for the bitches to
wear when they serve me and my gentleman dinner. It's fun just to watch
that old Bedford bitch havin' to serve us dark folk.

"That would be worth paying admission to see, Eliza" Randy said with a
laugh. "Maybe you ought to plan a dinner party so we could all give them
hell for an entire night"

"I'd be most happy to do that, sheriff" Eliza said. "I sure do thank you
for all you done for me. My life is better than I ever could've imagined."

Randy gave Sarge a brief rundown of what had gone on when Mrs. Bedford
vacated her home and how she had treated Eliza. He also filled him in on
how his aunt was now an inmate in the home rather than the honored guest
she had always been.

"Families can be the dearest things in the world or they can be the most
tragic" Sarge said. "I know you must feel terribly letdown by your
aunt. Believe me, no one understands that more than I do at this point in
my life. Now I'm really anxious to see these prefab cells you've told me
about."

The sheriff led Sarge and Toby, his hands still bound behind him and
wearing only the jockstrap, into the basement. The transformation was
amazing with bright fluorescent lights and gleaming steel cages, each
containing a cot and a stainless steel toilet. There were six of the tiny
cells and a desk and a glass-enclosed shower. There was a
masculine-appearing woman sitting at the desk who quickly introduced
herself as Matron Mollie. Randy explained who he was and Mollie welcomed
them. The only cell occupied at the time was that of Mrs. Dykes, the
mayor's pregnant, estranged wife. Mollie explained that she and the other
matron provided by the prison warden alternated twelve hour shifts so the
cells were guarded at all times. She further explained they had found a
small apartment nearby and they were liking the town so far. Randy said he
would return to sit down and discuss salaries and payment arrangements but
Mollie said all of that was handled by the warden who had funds available
for satellite prison sites. She explained that she and the other matron had
worked for the warden for some time and had been looking to relocate to a
smaller town and this had been the perfect opportunity for both of
them. Mrs. Dykes appeared to be napping soundly so the sheriff didn't
introduce her. Mollie had no problem housing Toby when Randy explained the
situation. He said he would retrieve the boy the following morning and
Mollie led the boy into the cell.

"The boy's addicted to beating his meat all the time so I'd like to cuff
his hands to the sides of the cot so he can't get at his penis" the sarge
said, which angered young Toby.

"That's a goddamned bald-faced lie, you faggot cocksucker!" the boy shouted
at his uncle.

"That'll add twenty more licks" Sarge said with a tight smile. "Those licks
just keep adding up and you better not think for a minute I'll forget about
them. I may wear my arm out but I know the sheriff and his deputy and
plenty of other honorable men will be happy to help tear that little smart
ass of yours up.

"Fuck you, faggot and all the faggot men in this shithole of a town! I'm
about ready for some goddamned dinner" the boy said to the matron.

"You just got ten more licks with that leather belt added on so we're up to
thirty now" Sarge said. "Don't give that boy a fucking bite of food. Only
water until I pick him up no matter how much he whimpers and begs. The
boy's a liar, a cheat, a thief and an abuser. Do not trust him even for a
second."

They got Toby onto his back on the cot and then handcuffed each hand to the
side of the cot so that he could barely move them.

"I can't even pee like this!" Toby objected.

"Don't worry about that" Molly said with a grin. "I ain't afraid of little
boy penises like the one you got. I don't personally care for them but it
don't bother me to see one. You guys just run along and have a great
evening" she said to Sarge and the sheriff. "Don't worry for a minute about
us."

"Just remember what a low life lying meatbeater the little fuckweasel is"
the Sarge said. "Don't give the little prick an inch."

"Yes, sir, Sergeant Weatherly" Mollie said. "I can't imagine them other two
white bitches is gonna be crazy about havin' a rooster in the henhouse but
they just got to understand they don't own this fuckin' henhouse even if
they think they do" Mollie said which cracked Sarge and Randy up.

"I guess I can assume you guys did a cavity search on the boy" Matron
Mollie said.

"No, we didn't" Sarge said. "I didn't even think about that. That's not
something we did in the military although I guess the sheriff has done a
few of those."

"A few over the years but we ain't got much call for that around these
parts" Randy said. "I appreciate you teachin' me about these things,
Matron. I always want to learn more to get better at my job."

"Over the years, I've seen a lot" the matron said. "You wouldn't believe
what a woman can hide in her asshole and in her cunt. I guess there's no
reason a boy couldn't do the same, particularly a boy with a nice, round
butt like young Toby here. There's just no telling what kind of drugs he
might hide up there or maybe even a weapon. You can't afford to take
risks. I'll be doing cavity searches here regularly."

"You're right, matron" Sarge said. "Would you mind helping me out with a
few instructions?"

"Not at all" the matron said as she entered the cell. We've got him pretty
much immobilized with the cuffs on his wrists. If you guys can just flex
his knees and spread them, we can take a look and do a little bit of
inspection and find anything the kid may have hidden in his hole."

It finally dawned on Toby what was about to happen and he started to thrash
about violently but found he was unable to move with his wrists cuffed
tightly to the cot and the sheriff and his uncle now holding his legs apart
and spread.

"You fucking pussy eating bull dyke cunt!" the boy shouted. "They were
about to leave but you just had to open your nasty cooch-lapping mouth! You
fucking bitch! I'll get you for this if it's the last fucking thing I ever
do."

The sergeant slapped the boy's face really hard, instructing him to shut
his mouth immediately. Toby started to beg and plead for them to leave him
alone.

"It's easier if you use a little lubricating gel on your hands but I don't
use much" the matron said. "If they're in a cell, that means they've done
something bad and I don't believe in coddling criminals.

"Sheriff, would you like to do the honors?" Sarge asked. "I do believe
you've got about the biggest hands I ever saw. They seem to match other
parts of your anatomy if you don't mind my saying so."

The sheriff, the matron and Sarge all shared a chuckle over that remark as
Randy put some of the lubricating jelly on his index finger and knelt on
the cot between the boy's nicely muscled legs. As the handsome boy
continued to squirm and struggle in vain, Randy lined up his thick index
finger with the boy's hairy pink starfish and jammed his finger in all the
way as Toby emitted a blood-curdling scream.

"Don't worry about disturbing anybody" the e matron said. "This whole area
is soundproofed so we don't have to worry about anything that happens here
being overheard.

"Get your goddamned hand out of me!" Toby screamed. "You're fucking killing
me! You're splitting me in half with your fist in my asshole, you sorry
faggot prick! Get it the fuck out of me now!"

"That ain't my fist, son, that's just one finger" the sheriff
chuckled. "But if you want my fist in there, just keep your bullshit up and
you'll get it."

The boy continued to yell and struggle as Randy moved his finger around in
the boy's tight, previously virgin hole, finding nothing.

"I ain't feelin' nothin' up there but I'd feel better about it if you check
behind me, Sarge, just to be sure I ain't missin' nothin'."

"Of course" Sarge said. "But I think you've got enough lube in there. I
don't think I need any more."

As Randy removed his finger, the boy's uncle jammed his index and long
finger dry into the boy who began to scream again, begging him to stop.

"Get your motherfucking hand out of my ass!" the boy yelled. "Please,
goddammit! You're splitting my body! You don't know how it hurts! I can't
take it!"

"Oh, little buddy" Sarge said. "This is nothing compared to what you have
in store for you. I promise you that you're going to regret all the nasty
shit you've done to others and to your parents. Every fucking bad act you
ever did you will be atoning for! I swear to that before the good Lord
almighty, son and you can take that shit to the fucking bank."

Sarge had removed his long finger now and was beginning to massage the
boy's prostate gland with his index finger. Toby suddenly got quiet and it
was very quiet in the entire room as Randy and the matron looked on. Toby
had now closed his eyes and was being very quiet.

"Why, lookie there!" the matron said. "The boy's getting hard from having
his uncle's finger up his ass!"

Sure enough, the soft mesh pouch of the handsome teen's jockstrap was
puffed out, indicating the boy had developed an erection.

"Does watching this kind of thing bother you, Matron?" the sergeant
asked. "If it does, we can take it elsewhere."

"Oh hell no, I enjoy a good show" she said. I ain't never had a taste for
dick myself but I don't mind a good show. Boys like him have made my life
hell for a lot of years and I sure do enjoy getting to see one get his
comeuppance ever now and again."

"You want me to pull that pouch out of the way?" Randy asked the sergeant.

"Sure thing, sheriff" Sarge answered. "If you want to slick up your hand
and play with his hard meat a little that will be fine."

"Happy to oblige" the sheriff answered as he moved the pouch of the
jockstrap aside and pulled the straps down, revealing the boy's very
respectable uncut, hard cock, his thick jet black bush and a tuft of hair
from his hole where Sarge's finger was embedded.

"That's about as thick a patch of hair as I ever saw on a young boy's
asshole" Randy remarked. "The boy's got a nice stand on him. I imagine his
paw must've been a looker like you was sayin'."

"He was one of the finest looking men I ever met" Sarge said. "I used to
hear him and my sister going at it at night and I'd lay in my bed in the
next room just beating the hell out of my meat, imagining what his cock
must look and feel like. It's a goddamned shame this little fucker killed
him far before his time."

"Can you faggots just shut the fuck up and get my nut for me since you have
my fucking hands cuffed?" Toby asked sharply. "I need some work on that
hard dick since you got it hard. I don't like having a man's hand anywhere
close to my dick but I got to get off or I'll get a bad case of blue
balls. Somebody needs to get to work on that hard meat of mine and they
need to fucking do it now."

"I bet the sheriff will beat that nice chunk of meat for you, boy" Sarge
said as he winked and the sheriff and whispered something to the matron as
she moved closer to the action.

Randy leaned in and added some more lubricant to his hand and then started
slow, even strokes on the boy's hard cock which was now jerking
around. Randy saw that Sarge was now massaging the boy's hairy nut sack as
he massaged his prostate and Toby was now really into the pleasurable
sensations as he relaxed and closed his eyes.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it" he said softly. "Work for that nut. I need to cum
really bad cause it's been a while. Goddamn! That hand feels real good on
my cock! Sheriff, you must have beat the meat for a lot of guys cause
you're a fine meat beater. Uncle, I don't know what the fuck you're doing
but I never felt anything like it. I might let you do this again if you
keep making me feel this goddamned good! Hell, I might let you play with my
meat every damned day if it always feels this good, you fucking faggot. But
if you ever tell a soul I let you do this, I will slit your fucking throat
and anybody else who talks about it."

"Hey, little buddy, don't worry about that" Sarge said in a softer
voice. "I think maybe we just got started off on a bad footing. I've
probably treated you more harshly than you deserved. If I'd known what a
fine dick you had down there, I'd have been much nicer. Now you just relax
and let us pleasure you, son. I'll make you feel good any time you want me
to. Sheriff, if you got a free hand, why don't you rub those hard nipples
the boy has. That's as nice a pair as I ever saw on a boy."

Randy did as suggested and began to tease the hard nipples, then leaned
down and began to lick and tease them with his mouth as he continued his
even strokes on the boy's now rock hard cock which was leaking copious
amounts of pre-cum.

"That's it, son, just relax and let us take care of you" Randy whispered in
the boy's ear softly. "It ain't often I get the chance to lay my hands on
such a handsome boy as yourself with a piece of meat like that. You just
relax and let me and your uncle give you the best cum you ever had."

"I knew once you faggots got a feel o my meat, you'd change your attitude"
Toby said as he thrust his hard cock into his uncle's lubricated
hand. "Nobody can turn down a piece of meat like mine. It works every
fucking time. I get whatever the fuck I want and I occasionally let you
touch my meat. But none of that fag stuff. Oh fuck, I feel like I'm getting
real close to shooting. Speed those strokes up on my cock, faggot!"

"Yes, sir" Sarge replied as he winked at the sheriff."I feel that fucknut
getting hard now, boy, you're getting ready to cum nice and hard. You'll
shoot a fucking load across the room."

"Fuck yeah I will, you cocksucking motherfucking faggot!" the boy responded
as he thrust his cock faster into the Sarge's hand and as Randy continue to
massage his secret spot. "You faggots better not forget I'll slash the
throat of anybody who talks about this. I won't even hesitate."

"We won't say a word to a soul" Sarge said. "I started thinking about how
mean I'd been to you, locking you in that trunk for hours and you having no
way to even touch your own meat. That beautiful cock of yours deserves only
the best. I'm really sorry, Toby and I won't let that happen again."

"Now you're talking, motherfucker" Toby said. "Just get on with this shit!
I need to get my nut. Speed up that motherfucking hand and don't stop what
you're doing in my hole. Ah yeah, that's it. Just keep going. Fuck yeah. I
feel my nut rising. I'm getting close to coming, you faggots. Don't change
a thing. Just keep it going. Fuck yeah, I'm getting so motherfucking
close."

"Oh yeah, boy" the uncle said. "I can feel that fucknut of yours getting
harder and harder. You're getting close boy. You're real fucking
close. Just relax and shoot that nasty shit all over this place. Just let
that cream fly, son."

"Her it comes! Here it comes!!" Toby shouted as his uncle suddenly removed
his finger from the boy's hole and the sheriff removed his hand from the
boy's rock hard cock just as he was on the verge of a strong climax.

"What the fuck?" the boy yelled loudly. "Don't fucking stop, you
motherfucking goddamned assholes! I'm so fucking close!"

But instead of continuing, Sarge parted the boy's legs as far as they would
go as the matron shoved her lubricated fist into the boy's tiny little
hole, causing him to scream out in pain and humiliation.

The boy was in awful pain as the matron inserted her fist into him, a
terrified look in his eyes as he thought he might actually be split open by
the fist. His uncle clapped his hand over the boy's mouth, muffling his
scream as he told him he would never forget this moment.

"Son, I never want you to forget this" Sarge said quietly to the
frightened, angry boy. "You have no control any more. We can do whatever
the fuck we want to and unless you change your behavior this is exactly
what life holds in store for you day after day after day after fucking
day."

The matron removed her fist from the boy only to shove it back in as the
boy begged and pleaded for the pain to stop, his cock now completely limp
after having been right on the verge of a strong climax a mere minute
earlier.

"You goddamned cocksucking son of a bitch faggot!" the angry boy spat at
his uncle. "I'll get you for this. I'll get your fucking friends for this
too. Nobody treats me like this! You'll see! You'll regret this fucking
day!"

"Keep punching that fist in and out of him, matron" the Sarge said with a
smile. "The boy doesn't seem to have gotten the message yet."

The masculine woman rammed her fist back into him, using more force than
earlier as the boy again screamed out in pain.

"Stop! Stop!" the boy screamed. "I can't fucking take this. No more! Please
no more!"

The uncle allowed the matron several more insertions before nodding at her
to stop once the boy had stopped shouting and had begun to sob.

"Matron, would you mind showing the boy your fist that was jabbing into
him?"

The matron came close and showed the boy her fist and then extended her
fingers to show a rather small hand.

"Now I want you to compare it with the sheriff's hand and fist" Sarge said.

The matron put her hand up against Randy's which was twice as large. He
extended his long thick fingers and the boy continued to sob.

"If you don't shape up, you'll get the sheriff's or my own fist up in that
boyhole and you'll really be begging for mercy. Do you understand that?"

The boy continued sobbing and did not answer his uncle. Sarge lifted the
boy's head off the cot by grabbing a handful of his hair as the boy
screamed.

"Yes, yes, I see" the boy said through his sobs.

"You better fucking see" Sarge said. "I'm not here to play with you and I
will not play. I hope you learned a lesson today. That little hole of yours
can give you indescribable pleasure or it can give you pain. When I had a
slick finger in there, stroking your sensitive fucknut you were in
heaven. Within minutes, you were in hell, begging and pleading for
mercy. That is the way your life will be from now on. You behave and things
will be find. You misbehave and the pain you just experienced will be
nothing. Now, before the sheriff and I leave, I need to inspect that hole
to make sure you don't require stitches. I need you to spread those legs
for me so I can take a look."

"No, please, uncle" the boy begged. "I'm fine. It will heal. Just leave
me. Please. I can't take any more of this today. Just go."

"Toby, I will not tell you again" Sarge said in a steely, determined
voice. "You will spread your legs and show us your hole and you will do it
now unless you want more of the treatment you received earlier. The
humiliated boy spread his legs as far apart as they would go, exposing his
now inflamed, gaping hole for the sheriff and his uncle."Looks kind of
rough right now but it'll go back to its normal size pretty quick" the
sheriff said. "That shore is a pretty ole. Bet it would feel real nice and
warm wrapped around my dick." "I'm sure you'll have the opportunity to fuck
the boy, sheriff and you're most welcome to do so."

"Fuck you! Fuck both of you and all the fucking faggots in this queerboy
town!" Toby said as he closed his shapely hairy legs. "Nobody will ever
their dick in my hole and lives to tell about it."

"The boy thinks he's a comedian" Sarge chuckled. "He still calls it his
hole. He ain't come to terms with the fact that I own that hole now and
I'll do whatever I fucking choose with it. Now I know you got plenty of
things to do and I don't want to keep you, sheriff."

"You men just head right on out" the matron said. "Eliza is keeping the
bitches busy upstairs so I've really got nothing to do. I can clean the
little pussyboy up and if you don't have to worry about a thing."

"You can't leave me here with this crazy dyke bitch!" Toby began to
plead. "She shoved her fist up inside me. Please don't leave me uncle."

Sarge just ignored the boy's pleadings as he and the sheriff headed for the
stairs.

"I will sleep well tonight knowing Toby is in good hands and you'll be in
charge of him. He's a tricky little asshole but I can tell you've handled
your share of those, Matron Mollie" Sarge said with a firm handshake.

Sarge and Randy headed out, the sergeant looking forward to enjoying some
pool time with those handsome young boys and Randy dreading what the night
held in dealing with the deplorable prophet and his slut. The sheriff again
apologized to Sarge for having the quarters tied up and gave the man a
brief explanation of what was going on there.

"Well, I couldn't be any happier than I am right now knowing I'm going to
get some time with those beautiful boys of yours. I promise you I'll
respect them and I'd give my life before I'd let anyone harm a hair on
their beautiful heads."

"I'm really glad you're going to be there, Sarge" the sheriff said. "I
trust the older boys completely to take care of the younger ones but
there's still at tiny part of me that is uneasy when there are no adults
around. Doc was going to stay but we decided that if things got out of hand
at the quarters, he might be essential."

"I understand and don't you worry for a minute" Sarge said. "Your boys are
in good hands."