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Randy was down the stairs and out the door in a flash, instructing Deputy Arney to turn off the siren.

"What the hell is going on, deputy?" the sheriff asked. "We just got all the boys down for the night. I hope we didn't wake them up."

"It's important!" the deputy said. "There's another cross burnin' down in the Colony! I just got a call from that young principal Bentley. He's afraid with this wind that the fire could spread and burn down ever' house in the area. "

Oh my God!" Randy said. By this time William and Ben were both outside, also with no clothes on.

"There's a fire down in the colony! "the sheriff said. "I've got to get down there!"

"You're not going without me" William said.

"Or me" Ben said.

All three men ran upstairs and grabbed clothes and were back down in just under two minutes and in the car, speeding away.

"I told Marv what's going on so he can reassure the boys if they wake up" Ben said. "Has this whole fucking world gone crazy?"

"It's been coming for a while" the sheriff said. "Somebody's done lit the fuse."

"For a very long time" William said.

Arney was driving at close to a hundred miles an hour. It was a dark night and the trees were bending in the rising wind.

"This wind won't help things" William said.

Just as those words left his mouth, Randy yelled.

"Stop the car, deputy!"

He pulled over onto the shoulder of the road where it was obvious a vehicle coming from the direction of the colony had run off the road. The headlights were visible in the deep ditch but it was too dark to see much else.

"You guys go on!" William said. "I'll check and see if these folks need assistance. Just send the deputy back for me as soon as you can. You guys need to get on to that school. This fire could easily spread fast."

Randy tried to argue that it was too dangerous for Will to be left here on the roadside in the dark but William insisted.

"They need you there!" William said. "I can take care of myself. Hell I grabbed a baseball bat on my way out the door. You can send the deputy right back for me but you two need to get to that school now!"

They took off, leaving William to climb down into the ditch and check on the victims of the crash. As he got closer, he could see that the doors were closed. Then he heard a soft groan.

"Who's there?" he asked. "Are you injured? "

Suddenly three figures emerged from being crouched beside the car and took off into the thick woods. William gave chase and within twelve feet was able to catch one of them. He wrestled the robed figure to the ground and started to pound his head with his fists. The robed guy tried to fight back but found his hood, which was now askew on his head and the robes made his punches ineffective. William threw a hard left to the guy's head and he was suddenly still.

"Don't you think about moving you little fucker or I will strangle you" William said, with both hands around the slender throat.

"No, no, please sir, don't hit me again!" a disembodied voice said. "That really hurt!"

William realized this was not the voice of a man but the voice of a boy. He jerked the hood off the boy and saw a face he did not recognize. It was a rather good-looking sandy-haired kid who looked around fifteen or sixteen years old.

"What the fuck are you doin' here, boy? He asked

The boy was hysterical, begging William not to hit him again.

"Please don't hit me" he begged. "That really hurt. I won't fight any more. Just please don't hit me."

William took his belt off and tied the boy's hands behind his body and pulled him to a standing position.

"I ought to cut that nasty assed robe off you but there might be evidence on it. I may cut your nuts off instead and leave you here in the ditch." Will said threateningly.

"No, sir, please don't do that, sir" the boy begged. "I'm just a kid. Please don't take my nuts!"

"If you want to keep those tiny nuts of yours, boy, you better be ready to start talking" Will said in his most menacing voice.

The boy was crying now, sobbing loudly.

"I told you to shut the fuck up and I ain't saying it again!"Will said.

The boy continued to sob. Will was fed up. Here he was alone with this junior asshole in the dark woods, knowing there was a menacing fire nearby which could be threatening lives. He was fed up. He took out his pocket knife and the kid started sobbing and screaming, begging him not to hurt him. Will took his knife and cut a slit down the entire robe on the side from the shoulder to the ground. He then ripped it open and cut the boy's belt off and tore his pants down. The boy was shivering now, his pants at his ankle and his hands bound behind him. When William tore his underwear down and grabbed the boy's nuts painfully in his hand and twisted them, the kid really started howling.

"Noooooooooooooooo, please,noooooooooooooooo!" he screamed.

Will put the pointed, cold tip of the knife right up against the boy's smooth nut sack.

"If you make one more fucking sound, I. Will. Cut. Your. Fucking. Nuts off."

The boy hushed immediately but he continued trembling.

"That's better" William said. "You better keep that yapper shut if you want to leave here with both those tiny little boy nuts still in that bag. You understand?"

The boy, still trembling, nodded that he understood. Will threw the boy onto the ground and began to look inside the car. The others were long gone and he found no weapons other than two metal bats. The keys were still in the ignition. William took them out and went around to open the trunk. It was jammed but he managed to get it open. Inside the trunk were two large almost-empty gasoline cans, a large box of matches and two torches.

"I think that evidence won't be a problem here" William said to the boy.

"Mister, I was..."

"Did I give you permission to speak?" William screamed.

The man immediately knelt down and grabbed the boy's still exposed nut sack and squeezed it until the boy was afraid he was going to tear it off.

"Nooooo pleeeease!" the boy wailed.

"I'll take that little ball sac right off you if you don't shut the fuck up" Will said angrily. "I ain't tellin' you again. It's your last fuckin' warning! Stand up, boy!" William shouted.

The boy attempted to stand but his pants were around his ankles, his hands bound behind him and his robe getting in his way. He was scrambling, trying to stand but he kept stumbling and falling back down.

"Will reached out and grabbed a handful of his moderately long, sandy hair. Will pulled him to a standing position by the hair.

"Owwwwwww!" the boy screamed. "That hurts baaaad!"

"I hate it you little teen age fuck!" he said.

William got right in the boy's face, just an inch or so away from him. He looked the boy in the eyes. The lad looked terrified.

"What is your name, boy?" William asked in a quiet, reasonable voice.

"The boy was silent.

"I'll ask you one more time. If you don't answer, I can promise you you'll be sorry" William said in almost a whisper. "What is your fucking name?"

The boy looked terrified but he continued to look William in the eye. William reached for his nuts and got a death grip on them and started to twist. The young man was screaming and howling, begging him to let go before he pulled them off his body. Just as the boy was sure his nuts were being wrenched from his body, they heard a siren and saw flashing lights. Will let go of the boys nuts and the boy started sobbing in pain.

"Looks like it's your lucky night" William said. "At least for now."

"Can you please pull my pants up, sir?" the boy asked.

"Hell no, boy" he chuckled. "Nobody would even give that puny little pecker a look.

Arney reached down to pull the boy out of the ditch, almost falling himself. William came up right behind the boy."

"There's a ton of evidence in that car, deputy" William said. "Seems we happened upon the cross burners trying to flee the scene. One of `em can't drive worth a shit."

The deputy shined his flashlight in the boy's face.

"Hey! I know who you are" the deputy said. "This is Charlie Print. His paw owns the Gayberry Hotel. I was there this afternoon looking for Peggy Thomas. The boy told me he'd keep an eye out for her cause he had to work till midnight."

"What a surprise!" William said. "This ratdicked little fucker is also a liar in addition to being an arsonist. How bad is the fire?"

"Real bad" the deputy said. The wind blew the fire onto the school. It's a goner along with several houses in the community. Ben and Randy are going house to house to make sure everyone is out of the endangered houses but there ain't no hope of savin' much.

"Goddammit!" William said. "I ought to tear the nuts off this boy right now. He won't need `em where he's going. You little fucker. Your worthless ass will be in prison every day for the rest of your worthless fucking life."

The boy started sobbing and William didn't bother to tell him to shut up. He and Arney got the boy out of the squad car, his pants and underwear still at his ankles and replaced the belt with handcuffs. They also placed handcuffs on his ankles and connected them to the door handle on the squad car.

By the time they made it back to the school, the little town was an inferno. The very tall cross was still burning against the blackness of the night sky. The volunteer fire departments from four communities had arrived and were pouring water on the flames but it was easy to see the school and several other buildings were total and complete losses.

"Are you okay, William? Randy asked. "I'm fine. I caught one of them but at least two others got away into the woods. If Arney hadn't come along when he did, the kid would have no balls right now."

"I understand" Randy said. "I was ready to tear both those Smith brothers new assholes today. I just hope all t he people here are okay. It's obvious the buildings are total losses. Looks like the school is gone. It was two very old wooden buildings and both went up like kindling. I know four nearby houses and a small grocery store are also gone but there seem to be no serious injuries and no loss of life. There are several more houses that are severely damaged and will probably have to be demolished."

"That's a miracle as fast as the thing went up" William said.

"It was this summer wind" Randy said. "It just blew flames everywhere. Ben and Jerome are trying to round up all the people who were left homeless. I don't know what to do with them."

"Who is Jerome?" William asked.

"Gerome Bentley is the young principal who also teaches at the school. He and one other teacher taught all the kids in the school" Randy said. "He's a smart, capable young man who Ben has arranged to hire at the high school when they close the Colony school."

"Looks like the Colony school's been closed prematurely" William said. "I doubt these thugs meant to do that. They didn't plan on the wind burning down most of the community."

Ben walked up in the company of a very handsome black man and a younger boy who resembled the older man. It was clear they were related as they had the same fine features.

"Gentlemen, this is Gerome Bentley and his son, Gerry" Ben said. "Gerome is the principal here and he has been a hero tonight. Same goes for his son. Both these guys got everyone out of the buildings and apparently there's been no loss of life. That in itself is a miracle."

The men shook hands and introduced themselves.

"You're overstating, sheriff," the handsome black man said. "We just helped out where we could and we all got lucky. Gerry did much more than I did and much of the credit goes to the teacher here. I'm sure Greg is around here somewhere. My main concern is where we're going to put all these people who lost their homes. Many of them got out with some clothes, but they lost pretty much everything else."

"We'll find places for everyone" William said. "We can put them up in motels if necessary."

"But won't that be expensive?" Gerome asked.

"Don't worry about that right now" the sheriff said. "We have some emergency funds set aside for things like this. Do you have any idea how many people will need accommodations?

"I think it will probably be twenty five at the most" Gerome said. Our house burned so Gerry, Greg and I will need a place to stay but don't worry about that."

"Randy, we haven't really had a chance to talk but the guy I caught in the hood trying to escape is Charlie Print" William said. "His old man is that asshole who owns the Gayberry Hotel. I'm absolutely sure his paw was one of the ringleaders of this. Is there some way we could make the hotel put up all these folks?"

"If you're sure old man Print's involved, I'm sure we can do that" Randy said. "There are a couple of statutes I can use to take control of the hotel on behalf of the city. Let's do it. How will we get everyone there?

"We have two old school buses" Gerome said. "We can get everyone there with the few things they salvaged. But the Gayberry Hotel has never allowed a black person to stay there. Word is the old man is a racist. He used to even have a sign out front saying `No niggers allowed'. He took it out of the window but word has it that he keeps it under the counter so he can pull it out if a black person walks into his establishment."

"Looks like old man Print's rules are getting updated as of tonight. We're going to teach this man that bad decisions have consequences."

"You're a prince, sheriff" Gerome said.

The principal looked over at his young son.

"Son, are you limping?" he asked the young boy.

He had noticed his son was favoring one of his legs.

"It's nothing, dad" he said. "I'm fine. Really, I am."

"I'm not so sure" the black principal said. "I need to see that leg. I know you're modest but I need to take a look at that leg. These men will stand around to shield you from all the prying eyes, but, son, I want you to drop those pants now so I can check your leg out."

"Yes, sir" the handsome boy said quietly as he unbuckled his belt and undid his khaki pants, letting them fall down his brown, lightly muscled legs to his feet.

"Son, that's a bad burn" Gerome said. "How did that happen?"

"Dad it really isn't that bad" he said. "It barely hurts at all. Greg and I were carrying Miss Ella Brown out of her burning house and one of the walls collapsed. It was on fire. I didn't even feel it. I'm sorry, dad."

"Oh, son, you have nothing to apologize for" Gerome said, taking his boy's face in both his hands and pulling it close to his, kissing his cheek. "Nothing at all to apologize and I didn't mean to scold. We just need to get some ointment on that burn and bandage it. We don't want scarring or infection."

"Randy yelled over to his deputy to bring the first aid kit from the squad car.

At that moment, another black man, younger than the principal, but older than young Gerry, walked up.

"Gentlemen, this is my brother, Greg, who teaches with me at the school" Gerome said. "Greg, can you take a look at Gerry's leg, please? The deputy is on his way with a first-aid kit"

"Of course" the man said as he knelt to examine the young boy's leg. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Thank you for coming to our assistance."

"Greg was almost a doctor" Gerome explained. "He had obtained his undergraduate degree in education when he decided he felt a calling to go to medical school. He was in his third year of med school when he participated in a protest at the school against confederate monuments on the school grounds. All of his grants and scholarships were called and the loan debt was called. Greg called it quits and came here to live with Gerry and me and to teach at the school. He's never looked back."

"That's remarkable" William said.

"I can't do much with cleaning it here, but I'm going to apply some ointment and bandage it" he said. "We need to get somewhere to clean this wound pretty quickly but I think things will be fine."

It was obvious his examination of the wound and the bandaging had been painful, but the young boy was silent the entire time. He helped the lad to a standing position and the young boy put both arms around the man's neck and kissed his cheek.

"I think you can pull your pants up now, kid, although I'm sure everyone around will be disappointed they didn't get a glimpse at what you're hiding in those white briefs" his uncle teased.

The boy had indeed shown a promising bulge in the front of his white jockey shorts. It appeared he had a thick piece of teen boy meat concealed and he hadn't been embarrassed in the least to drop his pants in front of strangers. Greg gave his uncle a light punch on the bicep and pulled up his pants.

"Those two are more like brothers than an uncle and a nephew" Gerome said. "They can't be serious for very long even at a time like this."

"We all need a sense of humor to get us through these trying times" William said.

They looked over to the squad car where a frightened looking Charlie Print was still cuffed to the door handle, his pants and underwear at his ankles. Even in the cool evening and as frightened as he was, the boy had an attractive boy bush and a respectable uncut cock. A crowd of angry looking black men had gathered, glaring at the boy.

"Sheriff!" the boy yelled. "Get over here with your gun and protect me."

"They won't hurt the punk" Gerome said. "I know every one of those men and boys and they won't harm a hair on his head. They'll put the fear in him for sure but they won't lay a hand on him."

"You shoulda thought about that earlier, Charlie, back when you were feelin' so brave and lightin' up that gasoline-soaked cross" the sheriff yelled back.

The group of men moved a step closer to the boy and he began to blubber. He was sobbing and when one of the men called him a `piece of white garbage' the boy began to piss, emptying his bladder in front of the group, who began to laugh at him uproariously. The skinny white boy just stood there pissing and sobbing.

Randy had not realized that Gerome had disappeared from the group during the son's examination. He reappeared suddenly.

"I've got everyone gathered over by the buses with their clothes they were able to salvage. There are twenty eight of them in all. Twelve adults and fourteen children who are homeless" Gerome announced.

"I think we get them on the buses and headed to the hotel. "

After confirming that Gerome had a vehicle, William suggested that Ben take Gerry to his home so that Dr. Foster could evaluate and treat his burned leg. Greg would ride the bus with the displaced families to the Gayberry Hotel and begin to get them all checked in. The deputy would accompany the people on the buses in case there was a further problem. Randy, William and young Charlie Print would take the squad car and head to the jail so that the questioning of Print could begin.

"I think William and I will head to the hotel first to make absolutely sure there won't be a problem when all of you arrive" the sheriff said. "By the time you guys get there, I think we can arrange to have the welcome mat out" the sheriff chuckled.

They continued to organize as Randy and William threw young Print into the squad car and headed out. The cross was still burning and the embers bright as the volunteers continue their attempts to shut down the fire.

"William, I don't know how your mind works so fast" the sheriff said. "You just had things all figured out without even having to think about it as far as who would ride with who and all to get everbody where they needed to be. How do you do it?"

"Thank you, buddy" the man said. "I've always had a brain that races and a mouth that does the same. Sometimes it comes in handy and other times it gets me in a shitload of trouble."

"It sure came in handy tonight" the sheriff said. "You were pretty damned brave just getting out of this squad car at the wreck, all by yourself with no gun or anything. You do realize if they hadn't all been a bunch of cowards and had been willing to stay and put up a fight, you could have been badly injured or even worse."

"But that didn't happen, did it sheriff?" he smiled at the man driving the car as he reached over and squeezed his thigh.

"Is that little coward back there ready to start talkin'?" William asked. He ain't said nothin' since we got in the car, sir."

"Ask the boy if he set that fire tonight, William" Randy instructed.

William asked but the boy said nothing.

"Hmm, the boy's gone quiet" Randy said. "Are his pants still down at his ankles and his little dick exposed?"

"Yes, sir," the deputy answered.

"Give the boy a nice hard punch in his nuts and ask him again if he lit that cross."

William turned to the back seat and gave the kid a hard fist right into his tender nuts. Charlie screamed in pain and began to beg the man not to hurt him further.

"Give him another one and make sure it hurts worse than the first one."

Randy stopped the car suddenly and turned on the overhead lights. Both men turned around to watch as William drew back his fist and punched the boy in the nuts with all the strength he had. The boy started crying and screaming in pain. The men laughed out loud as the boy writhed, unable to grab or cover himself because his hands were cuffed behind him.

"You motherfuckers, I'm tellin' you when my paw and...when my paw finds out how you treated me, both of you will have had it in this town. That's a fuckin' promise."

"You dumb little dipshit!"William laughed. "You almost let the name of another one of your accomplices slip out of your dumbfuck mouth."

Their laughter further inflamed the boy. His face was as red of fire as he struggled to get free, his pretty, uncut meat and full, smooth nut sack bouncing around in plain sight.

"You might as well settle down, boy." William said. "We was gonna take you straight to the jail, but I'm thinkin' it might be fun for you to see all the people whose houses you burned down checked into your daddy's fine hotel."

The boy's eyes widened.

"You can't do that, sheriff" the boy said. "My daddy said he'd burn the place to the ground afore he'd ever let a nigger's head touch a pillow in the place. He won't have it. You'll pay dearly if you do this" the boy said angrily.

"You redneck motherfuckers have done about all the burnin' you're gonna get to do for a good long while, son" the sheriff said. "I can promise you that. I know them gas cans is gonna have your fingerprints and your paw's and your other buddy or buddies, as the case may be. Ever' one of you is in line for a nice long prison sentence up at Statesville. Your paw won't likely ever get out and you'll be old, gray, and blind before you ever see another free day. I promise you that. And you should see what they do to young white boys in that place. You'll have big black dicks so far up your asshole they'll be comin' outta your mouth, boy."

The men all laughed which further infuriated the teen boy. Charlie went quiet at that point, obviously scared of what the future held for him. His paw had finally consented for him to go along to the cross burning because two of the other klan members didn't show up. Charlie was supposed to work the afternoon and evening shift at the hotel but his paw had called in the night auditor to replace him. The night auditor also drove Gayberry's one and only taxi cab. Charlie knew that man was a coward. His paw had told him that if he ever gave a nigger a room, he'd turn a gun on him in a heartbeat. The man believed it when he said it and the man was really scared of his paw.

"Get them pants and shoes off that boy" the sheriff ordered the deputy. "He's gonna keep on stumblin' and we have things to do. He can go barefoot."

"No, please, sheriff" the boy cried. "I can't go into my paw's hotel naked. It just ain't fittin'. I don't want everbody seein' my pecker and my pubes. It just ain't right. Please don't do this."

"You call that a pecker?" William asked. "I thought it was a cunt you got down there. A boy your age ought to have a decent pecker by now but what you got hangin' don't even qualify and sure as hell nobody's gonna wanna see that ugly little thing."

Again they all laughed as the deputy removed the boy's shoes, socks and pants.

The boy was now completely naked from the waist down and he was clearly embarrassed.

"We ain't leavin' you naked, son" the sheriff laughed. "You still got that tee shirt on you."

The boy's shirt came to just below his navel, revealing his light brown pubes and his decent uncut dick which swung as he walked. The boy's dick was pretty average but he had a big pair of balls which swung back and forth as he walked. The boy was humiliated at the thought of everyone seeing his naked cock. His own paw hadn't seen it since the boy started getting' pubes. He didn't think it was proper for paws and sons to see each other once the boy started growing hair down below. Young Charlie had sneaked off a few times with his friends to Homer's glory hole for blow jobs but he knew his paw wouldn't approve. The man hated homosexuals almost as much as he hated black people and Jews. Charlie's sexual experience was limited to those few trips to the service station glory hole and frequent masturbation sessions when he was alone in the bathroom at home or in his bed in the dark.

"Good evening, sheriff" the man at the front desk said, as the men walked in with the young Print lagging behind them.

"Hey, Jeffrey," the sheriff greeted him, walking to the front desk of the hotel and shaking his hand.

"What's goin' on around here?" the man asked. "I been hearin' sirens for the last couple of hours. That's unusual around here."

They filled the man in on the events that had occurred over in the Colony.

"Land sakes' he said. "I ain't never heard the likes around here."

"Seems your owner's son, Charlie was involved and we suspect his father was as well" the sheriff said. "We ain't apprehended the boy's paw yet but I assure you we will. Have you seen him tonight?'

The man now saw young Print standing almost naked beside the men. His eyes bulged.

"What in the world is going on here?" the man asked.

"You don't need to know much and it's better for you if you don't" the sheriff said. "Is the hotel filled up tonight?"

"No, sheriff" he responded. "We only got six rooms rented tonight. It'll be packed startin' late tomorrow thought. A lot of guests are comin' in for all the Founders' Day celebrations."

"You need to cancel every one of those reservations, Jeff," the sheriff said. "We have two busloads of people who were burned out of their homes tonight. They will be guests here indefinitely. You can let the guests who are here tonight stay but they will need to find other accommodations in the morning. You need to start calling guests with reservations and canceling them all. Every single one"

"But you said the fire was in the Colony"Jeff said. "You know Mr. Print don't allow no nig..."

"Stop right there, Jeffrey" the sheriff said sharply. "As the principal law enforcement in this town and in this county, I am hereby ordering you to start canceling reservations for the immediate future. I am authorized to do so under the North Carolina State of Emergency Act which grants unusual powers to the chief law enforcement officer in any town. You will register the people we have coming in and give them the best accommodations you have at no charge. You will put Gerome Brown, his son and his brother in the Presidential Suite and give the best rooms you have to the other guests. If you question this or give me any talkback at all, you will be stripped and taken to jail along with the young Mr. Print. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, sherirff" the man said nervously.

"Gerome and Greg Bentley will be arriving with your new guests very shortly" William said. "You will do exactly as he says or you will be stripped naked and have your ass beaten right out here on Main street. Do we understand one another?"

"Yes, sir," the man said. "I ain't never liked the way Mr. Print run this place, but I needed the job."

"I understand that" William said. "I will personally guarantee your salary provided you do a good job for these people. You will instruct the staff in the restaurant and the gift shop as well as housekeeping to continue with no changes. All employees will continue to be paid."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Walker" Jeffrey said. "I'll see to that."

"Now, has Mr. Print been in since you got here?" the sheriff asked.

"No sir," the young man answered. "He has to come through this lobby to take the stairs or the elevator. The only other way is through the kitchen and I ain't ever seen Mr. Print go that way."

"If you see the man, you are to notify me immediately" the sheriff said. "Do not say anything to him. Just notify me as quickly as possible."

"Yes, sir" the man said.

Randy turned to see Gerome leading a line of black families into the hotel. He introduced him and Greg to Jeffrey and told him Jeffrey would be taking care of accommodations as instructed by the men.

Gerome and Greg had organized the information on the bus and was able to tell the young man which were couples and families who should be kept together in adjoining rooms. Randy and William were amazed at how quickly the men had organized things and it was obvious this was something the men could handle.

"You, your brother and Gerry will be in the Presidential Suite" William told Gerome. "There are only two bedrooms but there are enough beds for each of you to have one."

"Believe me, William, there will be plenty of space" Gerome said. "We are very close to each other" he said with a wink and a nod.

"You have things organized here" Randy said. "I think we'll run this prisoner over to the jail and maybe start interrogating the little bastard. When you are done, just come on down to the courthouse and we'll all go over to check on your boy. I assure you he's in good hands with Dr. Foster."

"I don't doubt that at all, sheriff" the man said. "Anyone should trust their son with Ben Whaley. He's as fine a man as I've ever known and if he trusts this doctor, then I trust him too."

They shook hands and led young Charlie Print through the lobby as all the other folks laughed at the nearly naked boy.

"My paw is gonna really be pissed off at the way you been treatin' me" the boy said haughtily. "Don't you realize you're all traitors to the great white race? Why they're takin' over everthing, the niggers and the Jews and they ain't even havin' to take it around here. White cowards is just handin' it right to `em. We're the only thing standin' between civilization and a takeover by the fucking mongrels! My paw and his buddies will burn that jail of yours to the ground and get me out of there. You can bet your shit on that."

"Who said you're gonna be in that jail, boy?" the sheriff said. "We have a special place for assholes like you and your paw. They're dark, scary places that nobody knows about. They're far away from here and absolutely nobody knows about `em. They don't play by the rules there, boy. There are no rules. You have no idea what's in store for you. It's a shame a boy your age will have to go through it. It seems a real shame for a boy to lose his nuts and probably his pecker too before he ever even gets his first piece of pussy. But that's what's in store for you boy."

The soft, deep voice the sheriff was using began to frighten the boy.

"The days of the klan ruling around here are over" William said. "White juries have been letting white men slide for a very long time. The courts ain't worked so we're not using the courts any more, son. It's a new day in law enforcement around here and you're gonna be one of the first victims."

"They had reached the jail now.

"Oh yeah, I meant to tell you I picked up Betty Jean's mama at the Buttercup Motel before all this broke loose" the deputy said.. I got her in the cell with her daughter. She ain't happy about it but I managed to get her cuffed. She's a mean one. Fought like a wildcat but I managed."

"Good job, deputy" the sheriff said.

"So you've got them in one cell and Otis in the other?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir" Arney said proudly.

"I bet Otis has been happy for the last few hours" Randy said. "Poor old guy. His old lady ain't fucked him in goin' on ten years if he's to be believed. I bet he'll be plumb wore out."

They went into the jail and Betty Jean and Peg started in immediately, demanding to be released and threatening to sue the sheriff.

"You bitch better shut the fuck up right now" the sheriff said sharply. "I ain't in the mood for your bullshit tonight. Too much shit has gone down in this town and I'll be goddamned if I plan on listenin' to either one of you."

They were both standing at the bars of their cell. Otis was sleeping soundly in his cell, snoring loudly.

"Deputy, take the prisoner to the back room and put his nasty piss-stained self in the shower" the sheriff said. . "I have some questions for him before we move him."

"Charlie!" Betty Jean shouted as the boy was led through to the back room. Charlie didn't acknowledge her at all.

"You know Charlie, Betty Jean?" the sheriff asked. "Yeah, I know him from school."

"She don't know the boy and I don't know his paw" Peggy said. "Shut the fuck up and don't say another word, Betty Jean. I'm still waitin' on that lawyer from Mount Airy."

"Okay, Momma," the girl replied.

Randy felt like the sun must surely be coming up but a glance at his watch showed it wasn't quite midnight. He remembered he had been just about to crawl into bed with that beautiful, naked Kurt when all hell broke loose. That alone was reason enough to kick young Print's ass.

William came over and joined him at the big desk.

"William, I was just crawling into bed with that beautiful Kurt when all this happened" Randy said. "He was lying there with the covers pulled up to just below his waist. Even bruised, that boy has a beautiful body on him."

"I understand" William said. "I had walked into the bedroom and Mark and Jimmy were under the covers. I am sure the only thing either had on was his cock cage. When I walked in, Mark said they'd been waiting on me. Then he reached over and kissed Jimmy right on the mouth. I thought Jimmy would pull back but he returned the kiss. They were exchanging tongue and stroking each other's chests. It was hot as hell. Then Jimmy looked me right in the eye. Hurry up and get in here, old man' the boy said. I'm ready to suck your cock.'"

"That fucking straight boy was ready to slobber on my cock. Then I heard that goddamned siren. We need to make those bastards pay and pay dearly. I've been fantasizing having that boy's mouth on my hard pecker for a while now. I ain't at all happy so don't let me get too close to that little fucker."

"I just have no doubt his paw was involved" the sheriff said. And I'm sure the Smith brothers were involved. I think they were probably the klan members who didn't show up. But there's at least one more and my gut is that the other one was the brains behind the whole operation. We need that information."

"I totally agree" William said. "We know young Charlie is a coward. The problem is that I think he may be more afraid of his paw than he is of anything we could threaten him with. Until we change that, he ain't tellin' us any truths."

"I think we need to keep him in the back room when Barney finishes cleaning him up" the sheriff said. "I think I'll get my knife, some clips and my cattle prod and see if we can't loosen him up before we take him to join the Smith brothers."

"I think we scare him and humiliate him as much as possible as soon as he's cleaned up to begin with" William said. "With a boy his age, humiliation is often more likely to work than physical pain."

"We can certainly do that" the sheriff replied.

They walked into the back room where the boy was drying himself off under the watchful eye of the deputy. Arney was never comfortable around naked men, especially when he knew the sheriff's mood could switch in an instant and he himself could end up on the bad end of a tantrum. The boy was dry now and Randy told him to hang up the towel and walk out into the main area of the building where the cells were.

"But I can't go out there naked" the boy said. "Betty Jean and her mama's out there."

The sheriff and William exchanged a quick look.

""Don't embarrass the boy, sheriff" William said kindly. "He knows young Betty Jean and her momma and he doesn't want to expose them to his nudity. Let's get his underwear."

Randy ordered the deputy to retrieve the boy's underwear from the car, which he did immediately. William took them from the deputy and handed them to the boy.

"Lucky they were off before you started pissing yourself" he chuckled. "Here, son, put these on."

The boy complied, seeming much relieved that his private parts were covered.

"Can't I have my jeans too?" he asked.

"Don't push it, boy," the sheriff said. "If you know what's good for you, you'll start walking. I'm putting you in the cell with Otis."

When they were at the door to the cell Otis was in, the sheriff suddenly moved to put a shock collar on the young boy. He fought briefly but the collar was on before the boy knew what had happened.

"What the fuck is this?" the boy asked.

William sent a jolt of high voltage to the collar and the boy began to spasm and scream

"That's what it is, son, and you'll get more of that any time you don't do exactly what we tell you to. "

They led the boy to where he was standing directly in front of Betty Jean and her momma's cell. They were watching every move silently. The sheriff unlocked Otis's cell and beckoned the man over. He was still groggy from his nap but had seen enough of Randy's temper to know he was not to be messed with. Otis walked over to where he was standing right beside the boy.

"Otis, I'm afraid I owe you an apology for interrupting that sweet hand job Betty Jean was giving you earlier" the sheriff said. "I'm gonna make it up to you since you didn't have a chance to get your nut before you were interrupted."

"Oh, sheriff, thank you" the man said. "You gonna let that sweet young thang finish me off? She's prettier than a new born calf."

"Not exactly, Otis" the sheriff said. "Drop your fucking underpants, Charlie, and get on your knees right in front of Otis. "

Both realized what was about to happen.

"Oh, Randy, I ain't never willingly let no man or boy suck me off and I don't plan to start now" Otis said. "Oh Hell, no!"

"I ain't suckin' no dick" Charlie said. "Never have and never will."

William handed the shock collar remote control to the sheriff. The sheriff hit Charlie with the highest voltage the collar had for a good ten seconds.

The kid was now laid out on the floor, his body in spasms and he was sobbing after pleading with the sheriff to stop.

Otis looked frightened.

"I have another one of those in the drawer, Otis, and I'll put it on you if you give me one more second of your bullshit." The sheriff said. "You better get them goddamned pants off and get them off fast!"

Otis scrambled and was out of his pants and underwear in a second, leaving him naked below the waist. He had a big, hairy belly, a heavy, uncut cock and a very hairy crotch.

"Start beatin' your meat and get it ready for the boy" the sheriff said. "Charlie, get back on your knees or I hit this buzzer again.

Charlie rushed to get back to his knees, his face right in Otis's crotch. The boy was sobbing, wet tears running down his face as Otis was getting his thick cock harder and harder.

"Okay, boy, time to swallow a cock" William said, laughing out loud. "You better take that cock all the way down to the root and I don't care if you're choking to death, you keep it there till I tell you to back off."

Charlie had now put his hands on Otis's knees to brace himself. When his mouth was just past halfway on the cock, he started to gag.

"Boy, you better keep goin' or you're gonna feel that electricity again. I don't care if you choke. You can choke or get fucking electrocuted" William ordered.

The boy was gagging loudly as he took more of the meat. Otis was purring at the feel of a wet, warm mouth on his dick. It no longer mattered to the drunk to whom the mouth belonged.

"Oh yeah, boy, play with them big nuts" Otis said, his eyes now closed and his stubby fingers running through the boy's soft, long, sandy hair.

"You heard the man, boy" William barked. "Play with them big old balls."

Charlie now had the cock in his mouth to the root. His lips were pressed against the thick bush of the man. He was coughing and sputtering but he didn't want any more of the voltage. He was truly miserable and even more so as he heard the men laughing and now Betty Jean had joined in ridiculing him for being a cocksucker as if he had any choice in the matter. William grabbed a handful of the boy's hair and pulled him off the cock. He was retching and coughing and trying to spit out the taste of cock. William suddenly told him to open his mouth and pushed him again all the way down on the cock.

"Watch them teeth, boy" Otis said, as Randy, Betty Jean and Peggy laughed.

"He ain't much of a cocksucker is he, maw?" Betty Jean remarked to her mother.

"No, he ain't, sweetie. I bet you and me could show Mr. William and that handsome sheriff how good a real hot mouth can make a peter feel, don't you?"

"I sure do, Momma." the girl said sweetly.

The two were making eyes at Randy and William as they stepped close to the cell. The woman and the girl reached out and began to fondle their crotches.

"You go right ahead and feel both of our fat pieces of meat but I'll tell you one thing" William said. "Neither of us would put our dicks anywhere close to any hole either one of you sluts has in your body."

Peg tried to slap him but both men moved away from the bars, laughing. Betty Jean and Peg were furious, cursing the men and calling them pansies.

"You're easing up there, Charlie" William said. "Unacceptable. Get all the way down on that dick. Otis you've got four minutes and thirty seconds to feed Charlie a load of cum. Otherwise, you're shit out of luck again."

"Awwww" Otis said as he grabbed Charlie's head and started moving it back and forth on his cock. Otis was breathing heavily now and Charlie was still gagging on the thick meat and playing with the full, hairy nuts.

"If you don't get that load out of him, boy, you're gonna get the worse shock yet" the sheriff said.

Charlie started sucking the dick frantically, now using one hand to fondle the nut sac and the other to assist in motion on the uncut dick.

"Look at that boy" the sheriff said. "One taste of dick and now he's a cockhound. Don't you dare stop suckin' on that dick, but I'll give you fifteen seconds to get them underwear off or it's another shock."

Charlie looked panic-stricken as he removed the hand from the nut sac and ripped his underwear down to his ankles and got them off, tossing them into the cell with Betty Jean and Peg. Then his hand went back to work trying to get Otis to shoot his load. The very thought of having his mouth filled with a man's cumload sickened him but he really didn't want any more of the painful shocks so he was determined to make Otis come.

"Two minutes and ten seconds" the sheriff announced as Otis pumped even harder and Charlie moved his mouth up and down on the cock, using both hands to assist.

"That little cocksucker calls everybody else a homo and look at the way he's working for that cumload" William said.

Both men were laughing uproariously as William announced the one minute mark.

"Sixty seconds to go" William said. "Get that remote ready, sheriff. I ain't sure little Charlie there can even suck a man's dick successfully. He shore can't do anything else worth a shit."

Tears were pouring from the boy's eyes as he furiously worked on the cock. He was coughing and gagging and sputtering but he persisted. William ordered the boy to stick a finger in Otis's butthole. The boy was ready to try anything to make the man shoot his load, so he took his index finger, still slick from masturbating the man, and jammed it as far as it would go into Otis's hairy asshole.

"Oh fuuuuck" Otis said. "Take this load you little fucker, you fucking little cocksucker!"

Otis held the boy's head in both hands, holding him perfectly still, his cock entirely impaled in the boy's mouth as he dumped his load.

"You better keep swallowing, boy" William said. "Anything you miss you'll be licking off the floor."

Betty Jean thought that was hilarious and laughed loudly which the men knew infuriated Charlie further.

Otis finally pulled the boy's face off his spent cock, stumbled back into his cell and collapsed on his cot.

"Get in that cell and clean him up with your tongue, boy" William ordered Charlie.

The boy started to protest but that stopped quickly as William reached for the shock collar control. The boy began to stand.

"No, hell no, boy" William barked. "You don't walk. You crawl on your knees like the low life cocksucking dog you are. You just got a preview of what your life is going to be for the rest of your sorry fucking days. You'll suck cock whenever you're ordered to and even worse, men will be sticking cocks in that pretty little pink hole of yours. And you better keep them butt cheeks spread while you're cleaning up your fuckbuddy unless you want some more voltage. I want to watch that little pink starfish while you lick him clean. You're nothing but a cumdump now, Charlie Print."

Charlie was sobbing as he crawled into the cell and began to lick the remnants of the blowjob off the man's body. The taste of the man's cum in his mouth was awful. He couldn't wait for his paw to come and rescue him from these evil, hateful homos.