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Everyone was quiet for the first part of the drive to Statesville. Then the sheriff decided to attempt a conversation with the coach.

"Coach Thomas," he said, "I'm kind of surprised your wife ain't been down to the jail to see you. Or at least to see Mark. Don't she even give a shit about neither one of you?"

The man was silent for a bit.

"That bitch is crazy" the coach said. "I should've left her years ago. I never shoulda' married her in the first place. But I was a dumb jock with a hard dick and she was a good looking little cheerleader. And I loved what she did to my dick. Of course I didn't know then that she was a sorry, low-down whore."

"You've known her for a while?" the sheriff asked.

"Yeah" he said. "Since college. Funny thing is that she was datin' Ben, now the principal and track coach at the high school, when we met They'd been going together since high school and had been engaged several times, but he always wised up and busted it up."

"Why was that?" the sheriff asked.

"Cause he's a lot smarter than I am, sheriff" the man said. "He'd come around to realizing she was just batshit crazy and he'd catch her flirting or fucking around with another guy and get upset and they'd break up and then she'd flirt with him and cry and he'd take her back. Ben's paw said he'd disown the boy if he married that crazy bitch. He meant it. I wish my paw had done the same."

"If she's so crazy and you've been so unhappy for so long, why didn't you leave?"

"I tried" he said. "See, when we first got together, she was dating Ben. She told me I was her first uncut meat she'd ever had. She was raised in a community that was almost entirely Jewish. Ben's parents had him circumcised when he was an infant. She said she loved my big old dick and she acted like she loved fucking me. I was young and dumb and having fun fucking her several times a day. She said she never wanted to see another ugly cut pecker and she convinced me I was the greatest thing since white bread. I fell for it."

"But you've been unhappy for a long time" the sheriff said. "Why didn't you just leave once you realized that?"

"I kind of did" he replied. "Or I made her leave. I kicked her out and as it turned out she went to Ben's and moved right in with him. She told him a bunch of shit about how I'd been beating her. I'd never laid a hand on the bitch at that point."

"So what happened then?" the sheriff asked.

"She showed up at my door a month later and wanted to come back to me" coach said. "She told me Ben had been beating her just like she had lied to him about me beating her. She said she'd missed my dick and the way it made her feel. And she said she was pregnant. I didn't believe her but I took her to the doctor the next day for a test and sure enough, she was pregnant with Mark. I didn't feel like I had no choice. So I let the goddamned bitch move back in with me and we picked right up. She fucked me and sucked me like crazy for a couple of weeks, then we started arguing again."

"What was it you two argued about?" the sheriff asked.

"It was always little shit" coach said. "She hated cleaning the house. I'd been raised in a home where my mama kept everything clean and neat. She always said everything had its place and she wouldn't put up with any kind of mess. The sorry bitch came from a white trash family. I could have the place looking good when I left and come home to find it turned upside down and messy as a pigsty. I later began to realize she did it just to piss me off and to try to start a fight. It was like she liked it when I yelled at her. She loved a good, loud fight. We had to move a bunch cause the neighbors were always complainin'. But she loved to start a fight and then it was makin' up she really liked. She knew she could always get me calmed down by suckin' my dick or wavin' that pretty pussy of hers in front of me. She liked risky sex."

"What do you mean" the sheriff asked.

"She loved doing it where we risked getting caught. Her favorite place to fuck was in a changing room at a department store." He explained. "I can't tell you how many places we got thrown out of for fucking in the dressing rooms. When I first started teaching she used to sneak into my classroom before I got there and hide under my desk. I'd start teaching and feel her hand undoing my pants and getting my pecker out. She'd suck me off while I taught and I couldn't say a thing. I couldn't say a damned thing or I'd be the one to get fired. She used to sneak in the field house at half time and fuck me fast with all my players in the next room. She loved for us to go park in the parking lot at the police department and fuck. She loved taking risks."

"I ain't never heard of such behavior" the sheriff said.

"Oh yeah, she loved provoking me" he said. "She'd get me so pissed I was ready to knock her through the wall. Then she'd start rubbin' that puss up against me or puttin' her hand in my pants and playin' with my dick. It's sick is what it is. The sometimes she'd pick a fight and pack and to go Ben's. He'd always take her back. He swore they wasn't fuckin' when she stayed there but I think Jeffy pretty much proves that was a lie."

"Paw, you knew Jeffy was Uncle Ben's kid and not yours?" Mark asked his father.

"I pretty much knew it" the man said. "But they both denied it. I knew we hadn't been fuckin' much at that time and I was usin' rubbers almost all the time after she kept gettin' pregnant."

"What do you mean saying `she kept getting' pregnant?" Mark asked.

"I said what I meant" the coach said. "She didn't like me using a rubber on her. She said she liked the feeling of my bare dick sliding in and out of her. She got pregnant several times and always went to the clinic and got rid of them. I didn't like it but she usually didn't bother to tell me till it was done then she knew we'd have a good fight about it. She was like fire and ice. Some days she wanted to fuck all day and all night. Other times she didn't want me touchin' her. And I never knew which it was going to be. I guarantee you if she's moved back in with Ben, he'll get tired of her and it won't take a minute. I promise you that."

"So you're saying mom was pregnant with me when y'all got married and that she got rid of a bunch of babies?" the boy asked.

"Hell yeah, that's what the fuck I'm saying'" the coach said. "Should've got rid of you and I wanted to. I had doubts you was mine but when you came out with all that red hair I knew the baby batter that made you came out of my cock. Ain't you ever noticed how different Betty Jean and Jeffy look than you" he asked.

"Well sure, dad," the boy answered. "But genetics are complicated and every kid you father won't have red hair like you and me."

"And I guess Jeffy shootin' up five inches in five months ain't suspicious either?" the coach remarked.

"Of course" Mark answered. "I always wondered if Uncle Ben wasn't Jeffy's father. He looks just like him, especially as he gets older."

"And stop callin' him Uncle Ben" the man said. "It oughta be fucking asshole Ben. The whole business with calling him uncle was your mama's idea. I always hated it, especially when I first looked at Jeffy."

"Do you think Betty Jean is really yours?" Mark asked. "She ain't got our red hair."

"Naw, she don't" he said. "I've never been sure about that. I don't think I'm the father. Truth be told, she looks a lot like your grandpaw. I also had a young, good-lookin' assistant coach with dark black hair about that time. I caught the two of `em making goo-goo eyes several times but I never caught him with his dick in her twat. That doesn't mean it didn't happen when I wasn't around."

"You don't mean you suspected mom of sleeping with her own paw, do you?" the boy asked. "Is that what you're saying?"

"I always suspicioned it" the coach said. "Goddammit, when your mama was in the mood to get fucked, she didn't care whose dick it was. Although I really think she did like the feel of my big old uncut dick in her. One night she told me she had you cut just to make me mad. She told me she even got Ben to drive you and her down to the clinic to get it done. I knew Ben was uncut and she said she knew that would make me crazy jealous. She was right. I can barely look at that cut dick hangin' on you."

"I think you're an absolute and total asshole, coach," the sheriff said. "I think your handsome son has one of the prettiest dicks I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Sounds like you're a homo too, like my son, Sheriff Gaylor" the coach taunted. "Gayberry's got a homo for a sheriff. How do you like that shit, boys?"

Randy whipped around, stuck the prod into his abdomen and gave coach a long shock which started him screaming and convulsing.

"Goddam you homo faggot cocksucker!" the man screamed.

But the sheriff still had the prod in his hand and was aiming it at the man's crotch so he settled down rather than get more voltage hitting him.

"Coach, you might want to be careful who you're calling a homo or a faggot" William said. "If my memory serves, you're the only one that's had a boy's dick fuckin' your hole this morning."

"Fuck you, you dirty puissant faggot!" he said as he seethed.

They were about ten miles from the prison when Coach began to complain that he badly needed to piss. They put him off for a few more miles, until he started to threaten to piss all over William's new Buick. The sheriff suggested that Will to pull into a Texaco station so he could take the prisoner to the bathroom. Neither of the men liked the idea of the prisoner only being handcuffed with nothing on his ankles, but they didn't have much choice. Randy accompanied the prisoner to the men's room while William stood outside the car, stretching his legs.

"If you try any funny stuff, Coach, you'll feel this prod and it won't be pretty" the sheriff told him.

The two men walked into the bathroom and the sheriff stood beside him. Coach complained that he couldn't take his cock out of the tight jockstrap with his hands cuffed. Randy reached in and took the man's heavy uncut cock out and aimed it for the urinal. He stood there holding the cock as the man urinated.

"You like that piece of uncut meat don't you, sheriff?" the coach asked.

"It's a nice piece of meat, coach," the sheriff said. "I don't like the way you've treated your family. Even if your wife was fucking around, you had a houseful of smart kids and you should have appreciated that. Instead, you decided to be a selfish asshole bastard"

The coach was still pissing but the sheriff's words made him furious. He raised his cuff hands, bringing them down on the sheriff's neck, surprising him and knocking him to the floor. William heard the scuffle as he was outside the restroom waiting his turn to piss. As the coach ran out of the door, William simply extended his arm in a rigid position, catching Coach at the neck and knocking him to the ground. While the coach was stunned, Will ran to the car and obtained a spare set of handcuffs, swiftly putting them on the coach's ankles. Mark had seen what was going on and ran into the bathroom, to find the sheriff with blood oozing over his left eye. The boy grabbed paper towels and wet them, applying them to the sheriff's injury and blotting the blood. Randy was conscious but woozy from the lick he had sustained.

"Sheriff, are you all right?" young Mark asked him as he held his upper body and cleaned his wound.

"I think I am, son" he said. "I think I'll be fine except for feelin' like a jackass for not watchin' your paw a little closer."

Sheriff," the boy said, "I'm so sorry for this. My paw is just out of control. He ain't a monster deep down but he sure is acting like one right now. I'd never have thought he would do something like this. He's out of control."

"Son, don't you ever feel guilty for somethin' your paw did, you hear me?" he asked. "That's on him and it ain't on you. And don't let his mean words get to you. He's just angry as hell. Any man would be crazy not to appreciate a smart, handsome boy like you. If you'll help me up, we need to get movin' out of here."

The boy helped him and they left the bathroom just as Will came back to check on the sheriff. Randy assured him he was fine and they all got back into the Buick and on their way. In the fray, coach had pissed on Randy's pants. William offered to stop so he could purchase new ones but the sheriff opted to continue to the prison.

"I think these guys have probably dealt with plenty of piss in their careers" the sheriff chuckled. "I'll be glad to dump your sorry ass up here in Hell. I just wonder if there's gonna be three of us goin' back or four when we leave today. I can pretty safely say Mark will be in this car when we head back to Gayberry today. The boy proved himself to me in that bathroom. I'm beginning to think that Jenny was just tricking the boy and tryin' to use him. What do you think, Jimmy?"

"Sheriff, I just can't believe Jenny would've done that" the boy answered. "She ain't that kind of girl. She loves me and I love her and I know we'll be married one day."

William laughed loudly at the foolish boy.

"Jimmy, you saw for yourself how her legs spread wide open the second her cunt got touched" William said emphatically. That girl is bad news and she'll end up ruining your life if she hasn't already taken care of that."

"Sounds a lot like that bitch I married" the coach added. "Jimmy, I hope you'll take some advice. I wish I'd listened to my paw and got as far away from that shebitch as I could. Those sluts will ruin your lives. Look at what I'm facin' and learn a lesson. If I had a do-over, I'd stay as far away from pussy as I possibly could. You can bet on that."

"Looks like your days of getting' pussy are over, coach" the sheriff said. "You might as well accept that. You'll be lucky if you still have even one of them big nuts if and when you get out of here. You can be sure that dick won't be workin' and you sure as hell won't have an asshole that works nothin' like normal. You fucked up when you slammed me in that bathroom. You really fucked up. And young Jimmy was no help either. He's been nothin' but a sullen little asshole all day. I can see the boy growinn' up to be just like you. I'm thinkin' we might need to nip that shit in the bud right here and right now!"

"Sheriff, please don't leave me up here" Jimmy begged. I'm only sixteen and I know these men will kill me in no time" Jimmy said. I can behave and I will. Just please take me back with you. I'd rather be dead than have a man put his dick in me. I ain't nobody's bitch. That ain't how I'm made. Please."

"Jimmy boy," William said, "I think you're kiddin' yourself. If you think you aren't going to be having a whole lot of dicks in you, you need a reality check. The question is whether it's gonna be a nice dick that can make that boypussy feel real good or a bunch of mean, big-old rapin' dicks that'll tear you apart. It's one or the other and it all depends on what our sheriff decides when we leave here today. When these men see a fresh young piece of meat like you, it may cause a riot over who gets to bone you first. Those motherfuckers are going to gobble you up and tear that fine little ass of yours to shreds!"

Randy and William enjoyed a laugh over that. They were met at the gate by a guard who told them they were expected and that the warden was waiting for them in his office. They were shown to the warden's office, a large, expensively-furnished space with a large desk in dark wood. The warden was sitting behind the desk when they entered, but stood immediately, extending a large hand. When he stood, they realized he was the tallest man in the room. He was a very handsome black man with a booming voice. He greeted the sheriff and shook his hand, then reached out to shake William's hand.

"Wait, I know you from Raleigh" the warden said. "You're William Walker! We met at the Esquire Club. You're a very good friend of Dr. Puckett. So am I. I remember your handsome, John."

"Why, of course!" William said. "You're Eamon Biden! It's been far too long. Your son was the same age as my John. It is so good to see you!"

"We've missed you at the club but I've asked Puck about you often and he's filled me in. He says you have a younger son who's a beauty."

"Yes, his name is Billy Paul and he's a great boy" William said. "The sheriff's son, Dopie is the same age as Billy Paul. They're best friends and do everything together."

"We certainly miss you" the warden said. "Puck told me the situation and you used very good judgment in moving down to Gayberry. Who could blame you for that? It is so goddamned good to reunite."

The men again exchanged a warm hug and they all sat down. The sheriff introduced the warden to Jimmy, Mark and Coach. Of course he had filled the warden in on the whole situation on the phone, but only Randy and William knew of that conversation. The warden had agreed to take coach into a three-day imprisonment in which he would be put in the general population of prisoners. He was aware that the idea of leaving the younger boys was really a charade, although the sheriff wanted them to have a taste of how bad prison life would be.

"I'm surprised to see you don't have the older prisoner in a spreader bar" the warden said. "He could use those feet to do some damage with a kick."

"He almost did escape on the way here" the sheriff explained. "We are not provided spreader bars. I've applied for funding to get those and any number of other things but I've always been told the state can't afford it."

"Goddamn bureaucrats!" the warden explained. "They claim to love and admire our law enforcement people but they never give you guys on the front lines the tools you need to do your jobs safely. You will have a couple of spreader bars when you leave here today. Anything that you need, you are welcome to take with you. Any friend of Will's is a friend of mine."

"Thank you so much, warden," the sheriff said. "I apologize for my appearance. The prisoner pissed on me during our scuffle in the men's room. I'm afraid he caught me off guard for a second and got a lick to my forehead."

"Please forgive me, sheriff," the warden said. "And please call me E or Eamon, as all my friends do. I hope you won't mind if I call you Randy. Give me your pants size and I'll get you some dry, clean clothes while you use my private shower. I'll use the time to catch up with Will while you grab a shower, then I'll have a medical staffer see to your wound."

"You are very kind, Eamon," the sheriff said.

"It's nothing" the warden said. "We're friends now. By the way, have you met our new governor?"

He had now walked the sheriff into the private bathroom. The room was almost as large as the Gayberry court house. He closed the door behind them and motioned that the sheriff could begin to undress.

"No, sir, I haven't" Randy said. "I like him and I voted for him but I have never met him.

"He and I were in college together and even played football together" the warden explained." He's a fine guy even if he has let himself get a little out of shape" the man chuckled. "He is a member of the Esquire Club, although, sadly, he only had one son who has aged out of things. He still participates from time to time. He would like those two younger boys you have with you today."

"So the governor likes them young?" the sheriff asked.

"You bet!" the warden said. "He'd love those two you have with you and he'd enjoy some playtime. He has a voracious sexual appetite but he has to be careful now. He even likes them younger than the two you have today. His favorite thing is to find a boy who is just at the point of sprouting his first pubes. That is not an easy thing to find."

"I have one of those" Randy said. "My boy, Dopie is a cute little ginger. Will has invited me to bring him to the club but he ain't got a single pube yet. We're watching and waiting."

"You really need to meet the governor" Eamon said. "Would you be interested in an official visit from the governor to Gayberry?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" the sheriff answered. "I would love to meet him and I'm sure a visit would impress our mayor and all of our citizens. I can't even remember the last time Gayberry had a visit from the governor."

"I'll see what I can make happen" he said. "I'll make a few calls while you're in the shower."

The warden had turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He stood looking at Randy as he stood there nude. His eyes took in the sheriff's long, thick, uncut meat with the long foreskin, his thick pubes and his big, hairy nut sac.

"You've got a nice body, sheriff and all the equipment to go with it" he chuckled. "I'm guessin' you were an athlete in high school and maybe college too. I think you and the governor will get along very well" he said as he left the room, closing the door.

The shower was perfect. The water pressure was great and the temperature of the water perfect. Randy was feeling very good about his new friendship with the warden and was excited about the idea that he might be able to coordinate a visit from the governor. When he finished his shower, he went back into the office where a male nurse dressed his head wound and applied a small bandage. The sheriff was wearing only a towel and the warden and the nurse obviously admired his fit body and his hairy chest and legs. Randy again realized that he had developed a taste for having his body admired, even by other men.

It had not been long ago that he would have died of embarrassment at being in only a towel with other men around. Now he found he liked the admiring eyes looking at him. There were no more admiring eyes in the room than young Mark.

That felt great!" the sheriff said. "This is quite a nice setup you have here, warden. I'm sure you deserve every bit of it. I imagine you put in some pretty long hours."

"I spend more time here than I do at home" he said. "I take a lot of pride in making this prison run well. I brook no bullshit from anyone. The last four years have been rough, I'll admit, but things are getting better each day. That pussy-grabbing clown we had as a governor for the last four years about destroyed everything. I've never met a man so goddamned stupid. I'm very excited about t he work our new governor is doing and I hope to be of help to him."

Bringing us back to the matter at hand, I'd love a better look at these two young men you're considering leaving here with us" the warden said. "The coach is one of the finest specimens we've had in a long time and I shudder to think how they're going to fight over who gets to fuck him first. Fresh meat is a premium here. And I bet he's a fighter."

"Oh yes, sir," the sheriff said. "He hates having another man's hands even touch him anywhere, much less on his private parts. He goes wild."

"I've had a spreader brought up here for him" the warden said. "I think it will make the intake process safer for my men. I also had them bring a set of four point restraints, one of which I'll be sending home with you. May I demonstrate?"

"Please do, warden" the sheriff said. "Feel free to do anything you wish with any of these prisoners."

"Stand up, coach" the warden said. The coach sat, unmoving and glaring at the black warden.

"Fuck you" the coach spat.

"Definitely an attitude problem" the warden chuckled. "We can handle that."

The warden reached into his desk drawer and brought out what looked like a wide leather dog collar, lined with soft fleece. Two guards instantly appeared from nowhere, forcing coach to stand as the warden put the collar on the struggling man.

The warden pressed a button on a tiny remote control he had in his hand and the prisoner began to scream and dance, his body jerking and convulsing as if he were having some type of seizure. The buzz of the device could be heard as the warden delivered shock after shock from the collar. Coach was begging him to stop with ragged, gasping breaths. When the coach settled, the warden laughed.

"That's what happens when you don't listen to what I say, cocksucker," the warden said.

The man was gasping and struggling but his efforts were pointless as his hands were cuffed.

Suddenly the guards removed the handcuffs and before the coach knew it, each wrist was encircled by a thick leather band, again with a soft fleece lining. There were heavy hooks on the outside of the cuffs which the guards attached to chains. When the guards pulled the chains the prisoner's arms were outstretched. Struggle as he might, the prisoner now had his feet about two feet apart and his arms outstretched. He was unable to move any of his limbs.

"Those are very nice" the sheriff said.

"You'll have a couple of sets in the care package I'm sending home with you today" Eamon said. "Along with a couple of those shock collars. You know, I thought about beatin' my meat this morning but I decided not to do that. I'm thinkin' I might try the coach's mouth if you don't mind."

"Be our guest" the sheriff said. "Will and I enjoy a little show."

"Knees!" the warden snapped at Coach.

Either the coach didn't understand the order or he was too slow as they all heard the buzz and coach went to his knees, screaming in pain, his body again wracked with convulsions. He tried to claw at the collar but his arms were outstretched, the chains being held by guards.

"You're not the fastest learner in the world are you, Coach Thomas?" the warden asked. "Now you better start nuzzlin' that bulge in my pants. I want to feel your handsome face against my bulging cock.

Coach was silent but his thoughts were easy to read. He would have killed the warden at that moment if he were not totally immobilized. But he obeyed and began to rub his face over the warden's hefty crotch bulge. The others laughed as they watched the man attempt to avoid further shocks.

"Get him out of that jockstrap" the warden barked. "Looks like he's got some thick meat. Too bad he won't be using that" he laughed.

The guards effortlessly snapped the straps off the jock and removed the pouch from coach's thick meat. One of the men couldn't resist stroking the fat cock and combing the thick fiery ginger pubes with his fingers as he pulled the pouch off. The coach glared at them, barking that they should get their hands off his meat.

"He doesn't want you handling his meat, Robert" the warden said to the guard. "Perhaps he wants you to kiss it. Feel free to do that."

The guard bent over and began to lick the coach's long foreskin. Coach started struggling and yelling.

"Keep your mouth off me, you fucking homo!" he shouted. "I'll kill every fucking one of you bastards! You're dead meat!"

"The only meat in this room is you, coach," the warden said as they all watched the guard lick the thickening meat. Coach struggled but he was unable to move his arms, outstretched as they were.

"I think he likes your mouth, Robert," the warden said. "Look at that meat getting thicker and longer. He's no faggot but he sure is getting hard when you kiss him. I think I wouldn't mind a kiss"

The he guard quit licking coach's cock and stood again as the warden walked over to stand directly in front of him.

"I'm going to lick your lips and then you'll relax your mouth because I am going to put my tongue into your mouth. You will suck on my tongue until I remove it." The warden said.

"Never, you disgusting piece of faggot shit!" the coach yelled.

They all heard the buzz and the shocks began. It was the longest of all and the coach was gasping for air as he begged the warden to stop the electricity torturing his body.

Coach was defeated, at least for the moment. Breathing raggedly, he stood still as the warden licked his lips, then thrust his long, pink tongue into the prisoner's mouth. It went on for a while. Randy felt his cock getting hard as he watched and he noticed William was adjusting his own dick in his pants. Mark was watching Randy to see his reaction and Jimmy looked away in disgust. His reaction did not go unnoticed by the warden, who walked over in front of the seated boy.

"Are you feeling neglected, Jimmy?" he asked. "Are you jealous of all the attention the coach is getting?"

"Hell no, sir" he said quietly. "I'm disgusted by this. It is unnatural behavior and an abomination before God."

"Oh yeah?" the warden asked.

In one swift move, the warden had a shock collar on young Jimmy. Now the boy looked terrified. He realized he should have acted more involved and kept his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, warden," he began.

He got no more words out before they heard a buzz and Jimmy began dancing and screaming as he received electricity. He was begging the warden to stop between raspy breaths. Eventually the shocks stopped, although it felt like an eternity to the boy.

"Get those goddamned pants off, you little fucking turd!" the warden ordered.

Jimmy was a little slow so he got zapped again. He moved quickly to remove the shorts and the jockstrap, leaving him only in the chastity device. The pain from the shocks was too great for the boy to even experience embarrassment at being exposed in the device before strangers.

"Good work there, sheriff" the warden said. "Those are very useful devices for horny boys"

"I have my friend William to thank for that, sir" the sheriff said. "I was not familiar with the devices before he introduced me to them. I felt our young would-be rapist might benefit from a time of enforced abstinence."

"I couldn't agree more" the warden said. "I think you are doing an outstanding job down in Gayberry" the warden said. "All of your instincts seem spot on to me and the town is lucky to have you in charge. "

Why, thank you very much, warden," Randy said. "You have no idea how much your confidence means to me."

Suddenly they heard a buzz and a scream from Jimmy.

"What the fuck was that for?" the boy asked angrily.

"First of all, you will never use obscenity in my presence or the presence of your elders again. Secondly, you are standing with your genitals covered by your hands. That is unacceptable. Prisoners will have their hands at their sides at all times in the presence of the warden unless otherwise instructed."

Jimmy dropped his hands to his sides immediately.

"That's better" the warden said. "So neither Jimmy nor the coach likes doing any gay stuff if I understand correctly."

"That's right" William said. "They hate event he thought of being around other naked boys or men."

"Some paws just don't do their jobs right" the warden said. "Boys should be taught to enjoy the presence of other boys and men and not to be afraid of touching and being touched. That is one of the things boys learn at the Esquire Club. Young Mark doesn't seem to be anything like Jimmy or his own father."

Mark smiled at the warden.

"Thank you, Warden Biden" Mark said with a gentle smile.

"No, sir, warden" the sheriff said. "Mark got caught up in an unfortunate circumstance. I'm afraid I was a bit hasty and rougher on the boy than I should have been. I hope to make it up to the boy if I can."

"Mark, I hope you're listening to the sheriff" the warden said. "It takes a real man and a big man to admit a mistake. It's not the easiest thing for a man to do but it's one of the most important. You're a very pretty boy and you have a beautiful smile. Beautiful ginger boys like you are rare and should be highly treasured."

"Thank you, sir," Mark said quietly.

"Now to the job at hand" the warden said. "I believe the coach was nuzzling my hardon when I got distracted. It was feeling pretty good. I find I am a bit torn about whether to throw such a handsome specimen into a den of raping wolves before I taste the treasures myself. Turn him around and bend him over. I want to see if this ginger has a hairy hole on him."

In one move, the men tugged on the arm straps of the restraints and pulled down so that the coach was now bent over, his head almost touching the floor and his hairy ginger hole exposed.

"That is one tasty looking motherfucker" the warden said.

He began to stroke the hairy buttcheeks. The coach stiffened visibly but he didn't move, fearing more shocks.

"See, this animal is already learning to behave if he doesn't want to be shocked" the warden said. "He'll be totally different in three or four days. It doesn't take long for them to learn when they have a collar on. The prod is effective, but you do have to get it into your hands and do the brief charging. The collar provides instant punishment which is much more effective. Poor little Jimmy starts to quiver when I just look at him"

The warden held up the small control for Jimmy's collar and the boy started to shake, a terrified look on his face.

"Jimmy get over here and get this ginger hole nice and slick with your tongue. I think I want to fuck him before the wolves get him" the warden said.

Jimmy immediately went and knelt before the warden, unbuckling his belt and getting his pants to his knees in record time.

"Take them off, boy," he said. "I like to fuck deep and I don't want to mess up my slacks. Gentlemen, feel free to help yourselves to a beverage while I try this ginger ass. Or do anything you wish. I assure you that anything that happens in this office stays in this fucking office. Robert and John are handpicked by me and they will never divulge anything that goes on here. They have seen things that would curl your hair and have never said one word. I assure you they are as discrete as anyone on the planet."

Both men grabbed cold beers and relaxed to watch the coach get fucked by the handsome black man.

"Get my underwear off now, boy" the warden ordered Jimmy.

The boy removed the warden's boxer shorts and Randy was shocked to see the warden's thick uncut meat. It was not quite completely hard yet but was twitching as it rose. It was close to nine inches and this as a wrist. Randy wondered if the warden would be able to fit the meat into the coach's tiny pink hole. Sheriff Gaylor had a very large dick which he knew to be over 8 inches, but the warden's meat looked even thicker than his own. Over the meat was a thick bush of jet black very curly hairs, which also covered the warden's ass. He told Jimmy to get off the coach's ass and pushed him out of the way.

William gestured for Jimmy to come and settle on his lap and Randy did the same with Mark.

"Over the desk" the warden ordered the guards, who moved and had the coach stretched over the big mahogany desk. One of the guards quickly tied his hands to the feet of the desk on one side while he then went and the two guards tied his feet to each let of the desk on the other side. The coach was now spread wide, his beautiful hole completely exposed and at the perfect height for the warden to fuck him in the ass. It was clear the guards had done this before. The warden stroked his meat a couple of times then walked directly behind the coach and touched his meat to the man's wet, pink hole. He looked back and smiled at the sheriff before he spit on his own dick and thrust the length and breadth of that big, hard, thick cock into the coach's asshole.

The coach screamed as the big cock split him open. He thought he might pass out from the pain and hoped he would.

"Go ahead and scream, coach" the warden said as he started thrusting in and out with long, even strokes. "I assure you not a soul can hear you. This room is soundproof so you can make as much fuckin' noise as you want. Coach, you got one of the tightest asses I've ever had my dick in."

The warden clearly knew how to fuck and they could tell this wouldn't be a quickie for the coach. The man yelled each time the coach hit bottom, which was on each stroke. He was gasping for breath and begging the warden to take his cock out of him. The coach screamed and yelled as if it were a knife being plunged into him instead of a big black cock. The warden started slapping the man's pink buttcheeks as he fucked them, turning them red as fire. With each slap, the man yelled louder, begging for mercy.

"Ask me to fuck you, coach!" the warden said. "Beg me to keep this dick in you!"

The coach was silent until they heard the buzz of the collar.

"Please fuck me, sir," the coach screamed. "Please fuck me harder. I want your dick in me! Please, sir breed my hole!"

The sheriff couldn't believe the coach was now begging to be fucked by the giant black dick even if it was because he feared the shock collar more than the huge dick. William looked surprised too as they watched. Then Randy saw William whisper something to Jimmy. Jimmy began to unbuckle Will's pants, getting them down to his knees. Then the teen quietly knelt before Will and took his hard meat into his mouth wordlessly and began to move up and down. William's eyes rolled back in his head as the boy sucked his cock.

Mark was still sitting on the sheriff's lap and he moved as if to get on his knees and service the sheriff. The sheriff held him in place and kissed the boy's neck. He had one arm around the boy and he dropped one hand into the boy's lap, massaging his cock mound through his pants. Mark looked surprised but pleased. The sheriff smiled back at him as he slowly unzipped the boy's pants and felt of his hard dick through his underwear. Mark moaned quietly when the sheriff's big hand went under the waistband of his underwear and grabbed his hard, hot cock. The boy's body went limp as the sheriff stroked his cock and kissed his neck, nibbling his ear lobe from time to time.

The action on the desk continued with coach now grunting on each stroke of the warden's big cock. Every time the cock hit bottom, the coach would grunt. It looked as if the warden's nuts were tightening up and jumping which Randy took as a sign he might be getting close to a climax.

William was thrusting into Jimmy's mouth more quickly now and Jimmy was taking the cock with no problem.

In his lap, Mark moaned softly as the sheriff continued to stroke the boy's cock inside his pants. Randy could feel the boy's pre-cum leaking out of his cut cock and just made things slicker.

The warden was pounding away and Randy thought he was about to shoot. Then he suddenly pulled his big, shining hard cock out of the coach. Coach gasped loudly as the cock left him and the warden ordered his guards to flip him. They knew what the warden wanted and in a flash had the coach on his back on the desk, his legs still spread and his arms secured to the legs of the desk. The warden wasted no time in reinserting his monster into the man's hole. Coach cried out as the big cock entered him in one long stroke and the warden began to pound for all his worth.

"I'm close, sheriff," Mark whispered as he brace himself by grabbing Randy's knees. "I'm real, real close. I'm gonna make a mess, sir."

"Go ahead, you sexy boy" the sheriff whispered. "We can clean it up. Just feel good and get that nut, son."

With that, the sheriff felt the boy fill his hand with his hot boy cream. Randy held his hand completely still, filled with the boy's semen as Mark sighed and went completely limp in the sheriff's arms.

William was pounding Jimmy's mouth and grabbed a handful of his hair, holding the boy's mouth still, fully impaled on the man's cock. Randy could see that Will had given Jimmy his load in the boy's throat. Will looked over at him and they exchanged smiles.

In front of them, the warden was pistoning the coach's ass, pumping incredibly fast and hard.

"Oh goddamn!" he yelled. "I'm loadin' this motherfucker's ass!"

He suddenly pulled his cock out of the man's meaty ass and started beating his meat furiously, spurting his seed right onto the man's pink hole. Coach gasped, relieved that the invader was no longer pounding his hole which was on fire from the punishment it had received.

"Goddamn, what a hot fuckin' hole!" the warden said as he milked the last drops of cum from his dick.

Then he took his still hard dick and rubbed his cum right into the man's bright pink and inflamed-looking hole. He had his own dick covered in his cream. Then he surprised the coach by sliding it right back into him all the way.

The coach screamed as the warden slid that big meat all the way back into him and holding it there.

"Please get it out!" Coach begged. "I can't take anymore. Please get it out."

The man was sobbing now as the warden very slowly slid his now spent and slowly softening cock out of the man.

"Looks like I made a mess" the warden chuckled. "So sorry , Coach. Your pretty butt is all cummy now. Jimmy, get down there and clean your buddy up."

Jimmy looked horrified at the thought of licking the cum off the coach's freshly fucked hole but when he saw the warden's hand moving toward the shock collar control, he was there in no time, lapping the cum off the man's ass.

"I'm going to take a quick shower now" the warden said. "When I get back I'll check it. If there's a speck of my cum left, you'll be sorry."

Jimmy started licking away, now using his hands to spread the coach's ass and lick the cum from the inside. The coach was crying softly from pain and humiliation.

"William, will you hold these two controls while I'm in the shower please?" the warden asked. "Don't hesitate to use them."

"Yes, sir, warden," Will said. "It will be my pleasure."

The sheriff now removed his sticky hand from young Mark's pants. Mark guided the sheriff's hand to his own mouth and began to lick his cream from the sheriff's fingers. As he took each of the sheriff's long fingers into his mouth, Randy's dick twitched as he imagined how sweet the cute teen's mouth would feel on his fat cock."

"Thank you, sheriff," Mark whispered in his ear.

"It was my pleasure, kiddo, and I really meant that" the sheriff said.

When Jimmy finished his clean up of the coach, William walked over and stroked the man's ass a few times.

"Get your goddamned hands off of me, faggot" the coach barked.

William took his middle finger and poked it all the way into the man's still-inflamed hole. Coach yelped, his hole still burning from the long, painful fuck.

"You piece of shit son of a bitch!" he shouted, shutting up only when William hit him with a short zap of the electric current.

I'm done in the shower" the warden said as he opened the door. He was still drying his fit, tall, hard body as he invited the others in to wash up. Mark went in and began washing his hands as did Randy and William.

Jimmy followed them in shortly. The warden took a long look at the teen boy's bubble butt.

"I may have made a bad decision on which butt I wanted to fuck today" the warden chuckled. "That was a fine hole on the coach but this boy's got a beauty of an ass on him too. Maybe if you leave him here, I'll let him spend the night in my bed. That would be worth the bitching I'd have to hear from my wife if I don't make it home.

"What do you think, Jimmy?" he asked. "You want a fuckin' like I just gave the coach? Is that hole of yours hungry for some cock?"

The boy said nothing until the warden looked at Will. Will immediately zapped the boy with current.

"Yes, yes, yes" the boy screamed.

"Yes what?" Will asked. "Yes, sir," Jimmy said quietly.

"Well, if we're all dressed I guess we can take the coach for his medical examination and I'll show you guys his new home" Warden Biden said. "Jimmy, you better put your jock back on but leave the shorts here. I think my prisoners will enjoy getting a look at that butt."

Jimmy hung his head and did as directed.