Welcome to Gayberry

Welcome to Gayberry – 53

Feel free to address any comments on this story to fritz819@yahoo.com. This is a work of fiction and is based on no real persons, living or dead. If you enjoy this or any of the wonderful stories here, I hope you will consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to keep the site going. It is a treasure!!! http://donate.nifty.org/

53

Once in the car, the men made their plan for the evening.

"I think it's wise to finish cutting on old man Print tonight" William said. "If he keeps passing out, we can continue it one more night, but I'm looking forward to getting it finished. Doc tells me that's only the beginning of his pain. Apparently getting cut is not as painful as getting hard the first couple of weeks after getting a circumcision. He advises boys or men who have circumcisions to avoid getting an erection for at least two weeks and preferably for six weeks because any time they get hard, the pain is more intense than the original cutting. Therefore, we will make sure we get old Print hard several times a day which will keep scar tissue from forming and keep him in constant pain."

"The next issue is who goes on the table next" the sheriff said. "Our goal is to get them all to turn on each other and get the names of all the men in the church who had their boys cut. There may be some women in the group too, like Rafe's mom who was goin' to let that asshole cut Rafe. That boy would have went through that awful experience last night if we hadn't nabbed the reverend when we did. I want to deal with each of the ones responsible for puttin' their boys through that although I ain't sure they deserve treatment as bad as the ones in the dungeon are getting'. We can't just disappear too many people without arousin' suspicions and we don't want that. I hope you'll all give some thought to how we do that."

"I think we also have to consider whether to bring that Bedford slut to the dungeon" William said. "I know the presence of a woman can change the dynamic and we don't want that at this point, but it's obvious she's still trying to pull the strings, even under house arrest. Her sendin' the mayor's wife to get cash and jewelry from the house she used to live in and involving poor Rafe is clear evidence of that. If things hadn't happened like they did, that sweet boy could've ended up in jail. I won't have nice, innocent boys like that continue to be victimized."

"That is one sweet and nice lookin' boy" Benjie said. "He's very polite and he seems pretty shy too."

"He is a sweet, shy boy and he seems very troubled" the sheriff explained. "He was raised by a single maw and far as I can tell there never was a daddy in the picture. His maw was real uncooperative when I was tryin' to investigate what happened and I don't trust the bitch at all. And I'm really puzzlin' in my head cause Rafe reminds me of somebody famous and I just can't figure out who it is."

"That's an easy mystery to solve" Aaron said. "That young boy looks so much like our new president, it's kind of amazin'. He's a younger version of that man and it's a really strikin' resemblance. All three of us noticed it the minute we saw the boy. Of course we've all three got a man crush on that new president and his brothers. It gets our dicks hard any time we see any of em on the news. Believe me, we've had several beat off sessions thinkin' about how fun it would be to play with them brothers. And they had another one that died in the war that was just as good lookin' as the three of them. I bet there was some fun to be had in their bedroom when they was growin' up."

"Why, of course that's it" William said. "Randy and I couldn't figure it out but Rafe has a very close resemblance to those brothers, particularly our new president."

"Thank you boys for helpin' us figure that one out" Randy said. "It was gonna drive me crazy tryin' to grapple with that but now it's all solved."

"I hope you boys are nice and horny after all that naked play in the pool" Randy chuckled. "I brought a plain old garden hose to wash Barrow's pussy out before you boys load him up again."

"I can't speak for the others" Benjie said, "but my dick's hard as a rock and I'll be happy to tear off another piece of that cute hairy ass Barrow has on him. It was hard enough just from the pool play with them young'uns but all this talk about the president and his brothers has got me totally boned up and ready to fuck some ass."

They all laughed as they drove up to the dungeon.

"If they try pulling that silent treatment shit again tonight, I brought some steak to tempt them" William said. "They've got to starving by now."

They went in and immediately turned on the bright overhead lights.

"You fucking assholes!" Charlie shouted. "You left my dad lying there in terrible pain! I think he may be dyin!"

"Shut the fuck up, Charlie!" Barrow shouted at the boy. "You know the plan and you better abide by the rules."

"They're not my rules of my dad's" the boy shouted at Barrow. "You and that old man Sligh are the ones always makin' rules and expectin' us to follow. My dad's the one payin' the price for all the stuff y'all done! Both of you think you're so much smarter and wiser than the rest of us but you ain't. You ain't shit!"

"And you didn't go after nobody with a gun, did you, son?" P.T. said is his low, menacing voice.

"Shut the fuck up!" Charlie said. "You ain't even from here. We wouldn't probably be getting' this kind of treatment if you hadn't tried to kidnap your own grandson and bury him alive in that wood box. Yeah you been braggin' about all that shit when these men wasn't here but you sure do shut the fuck up when they show up!"

"And your own father is lying there getting his meat slice up because you're the one who voted for him to get it cut" P.T. said.

"Charlie, it's time to shut the fuck up" Barrow said. "You know what we agreed on."

"Fuck you, Will!" Charlie said. "You don't run me and the old man sure as hell don't tell me what to do."

"Shut up now!" P.T. screamed at the boy who then went silent, sobbing again.

"Please" Charles Print said quietly from his position bound on the table in the center of the room, his crotch bloody and his penis loosely wrapped in gauze.

The blood had dried onto the gauze. The men knew how painful it would be when the gauze was slowly ripped off the skin.

"I don't think I can take any more of this. I never wanted my dick cut on but please, for God's sake finish it. This pain has been terrible. I can't take much more. Please finish the job and just let me heal up. I really can't take this anymore. Please, please, please."

William laughed and ignored the man's pleas.

"You assholes seem to have pissed yourselves some more" William said. "Grab the hoses, guys, time to clean the assholes."

They took the high pressure hoses spraying the cold water and made fast work of soaping up all the men except Charles and getting them clean. In no time they were clean and the water had drained out of the room through the drains in the floor. All the attention to Charlie's pecker during the bath had left the boy hard.

"Oh look, guys!" William said. "Charlie likes havin' another man's hands on his pecker. It's got the boy hard as a fucking rock!"

Charlie tried to cross his legs to hide his erection but the ropes had them pulled apart so there was no way the cute young teen boy could conceal his hard-on.

"It ain't cause a man touched me" the boy said, defending himself. "It just happens natural when a boy's dick gets handled. It don't mean nothin'."

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, boy!" P.T. snapped. "I ain't tellin' you again! Keep your cocksuckin' mouth shut!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, old man!" Charlie yelled. "I ain't tellin' you again that you and Barrow ain't the bosses of me. You're the ones with all the fucking goddamned plans that ain't happenin'. You're the ones who keeps tellin' us if we just keep our traps shut we'll get rescued. You're the ones that keeps sayin' that at any minute some of your folks is gonna bust through them doors and set us free! I'm beginning to think you're both just a pair of fuckin' blowhards and fuckin' liars and you don't know shit and ain't nobody comin' for us."

"If I had my hands free right now, boy, I assure you I'd strangle the motherfuckin' breath out of you!" P.T. said. "Do you really think I give a shit if they carve up your old man or you or them preacher brothers? Barrow and I are the only ones here with any fuckin' brains at all and we and we alone can get us out of this mess. But not unless you shut your fuckin' mouth and follow the plan."

"Fuck you and your plan!" Charlie yelled. "You and Barrow think we're all asleep when y'all have your little quiet talks. We ain't sleepin' we're just fakin' it when you call our names and we don't answer. Then you think we're sleepin' but we ain't. We all heard you promisin' Barrow a place in your organization cause he's the only real man among us and how you admire him and want him as part of your organization. I think you just got a hardon for Barrow and want to suck his dick. Yeah, I think you and Barrow want to fuck each other. I heard you tell him with my own ears how you could get him on a ship to Canada or South America where nobody would ever find him and how you could get him a new identity. I heard you tellin' him how you could make sure he'd have all the young puss he ever wanted. I think that was a lie cause I think you two are queer for each other. I heard it all, you fuckin' ancient asshole!"

Randy, William and the Alabama boys were enjoying this infighting.

"Goddamn!" Randy said. "We shoulda' brung some popcorn!"

They all had a good laugh.

"Little Charlie's spillin' some truth here" the sheriff said. "Anybody want give him a hand with that hard boydick of his? That cute teen cock of his definitely needs some attention."

"Sure, I'll do it, sheriff" Benjie volunteered, walking over to the boy and hitting his knees as he started to tease the boy's hard cock with his warm hands. At first Charlie objected but before long he settled into enjoying the feeling of the boy's hand stroking his uncut meat, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the swollen cockhead.

"Take your time with that, Benjie," the sheriff said. "You might even tongue that cock a little if you'd like."

"Yes, sir" Benjie said as he leaned in and began to tease the boy's cock with his wet tongue. Charlie was now quiet except for soft moans as he enjoyed a warm hand and a hot tongue on his very hard cock.

"I'm afraid Barrow may be getting jealous with all this attention to young Charlie" William said. "Who wants the first piece of Barrow ass tonight?"

"Noooo, Barrow said quietly. "Please don't. I really can't take being fucked again. I just can't take it."

"Shut the fuck up, Barrow!" P.T. said. "Be a man!"

Aaron was untying Barrow and instructed him to retrieve the mattress from the corner of the room and put it in the center, right beside the altar table were Charles Print was tied on his back.

"Seems like Barrow is a little brighter than most of you assholes" the sheriff said. "At least he's learned that if you don't struggle, your chances of not getting' hurt are a lot better. Of maybe he's just discovered how good it can feel to have a nice hard dick in your asshole."

The sheriff winked at William as he said that. Barrow continued to beg and plead with his captors not to fuck him again.

"You might want to let him suck it a little before you stick it in him." The sheriff said. "I don't care about his ass but I sure don't you to injure that pretty Alabama dick, son."

They all laughed which pissed Barrow off but he only glared, offering no signs of a fight. Once Aaron had his dick in the sobbing Barrow, Eric moved to Barrow's mouth. Barrow had a cock in his mouth and another in his hole.

"P.T.," William said. "I hate to give you any advice, you being the wise, successful asshole you are. But you might want to choose a better class of friend than Will Barrow. He sure is loving having two cocks stuffed in him. Just listen to him moan. This can't be the first time that boy's been spit-roasted."

P.T. had closed his eyes, shutting out the horror around him.

"Go ahead and close your eyes, daddy dearest" William said sarcastically. "You can hear the sounds. Know that your time is comin'. You should listen closely when we start tearing that bandage off of Print's cock. Listen really carefully and know your time on the table is coming. I know that you're trying to stir the shit among the others in an effort to divert attention from yourself. It ain't gonna work this time, asshole. It just won't work."

Charlie was moaning with pleasure as Benjie serviced his hard boycock with his mouth. P.T. was completely silent and Barrow was sobbing in pain and humiliation as two boys were using his mouth and his asshole.

The Smith brothers were being completely silent, as they had been all night, hoping to escape the notice of their captors. William suspected the two had fomented some of this strife among the others, hoping to keep the spotlight off them as long as possible and hoping for some miraculous rescue before any harm came to them.

Randy and William quietly walked over to the Smith brothers. The reverend looked terrified but his brother Roy was his usual, calm, collected self.

"You two assholes have been really quiet tonight" William said. "That's fine as just the sound of your voices makes me want to whip out a rusty blade and denut both of you. I know you're hoping to avoid attention but I want to give both of you something to think about. Your time's comin' on the table. Probably sooner rather than later. We know what the good reverend was plannin' to do to that Sewell boy last night. We know all about it."

The eyes of both men grew wide. They didn't want to speak as both were frightened of P.T. but they also felt they needed to defend themselves.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about" the reverend said.

"Sure you do, reverend"" Randy said. "The widow Sewell told us ever' bit of it today when we visited her today and threatened to throw her sorry ass in jail for aidin' and abbetin' criminal intents. She told us how you insisted she take the door off her boy's bedroom so he wouldn't be beatin' his meat. She told us how you told her the flames of hell were lickin' at his feet ever' time he touched that hard cock of his. I think you got her pussy all soppin' wet talkin' about all that stuff and then you pounced on her so you could get your pleasure torturin' her son. I think you abused the boy when the widow wasn't around and tried to scare the boy to the point he'd never tell nothin' that happened. But that boy is safe and sound in my house now and he's gonna be doin' some talkin'. He'll eventually tell everything you fuckin' did to him. You can bet on that shit, you motherfuckin' asshole!""

"No, sheriff, you have it all wrong!" the reverend said.

"Goddammit, Roy," his brother said. "I told you not to mess with any of them boys that didn't have paws. But you said it would be even easier. You seen it backfire on that other boy whose mama was a widder. She got mad when you hurt her boy and Mrs. Bedford had to pay her all that money!"

"Shut the fuck up, brother" the reverend said. "He don't know shit! He's just makin' guesses hopin' we'll say stuff. He don't know nothin'. That widder wouldn't have talked. She's a true believer."

"Oh, the wider talked all right, reverend" the sheriff chuckled. "Now her son is living in my home, along with your handsome nephew that you fellas tried to put a bullet in. That's right, Jack, I have your handsome, wonderful son livin' under my roof. He's being taken care of and loved the way he's always deserved. He knows what sorry pieces of shit you and your worthless brother are too. And Rafe is learnin' what almost happened to him even now while we're here. His mama is running off to Montgomery to avoid being prosecuted. You know both of you are going to be punished too. You may be trying to deny it in your heads but you both know it's comin'! I think we may be decidin' who goes on that table next and I think it's going to be one of you. Be thinkin' about which one of you it's gonna be. One of you is gonna give us the name of that boy you was just taking about – the one whose mama was a wider woman. We'll have that name tonight."

"Shut your fuckin mouth, Roy," Jack warned. "They're bluffing."

Reverent Thomas wanted to give them the name but he was still frightened enough of his brother to just hang his head and sob, pleading for mercy.

"We got work to do, William, the sheriff said. "We can get back to these assholes later."

Eric and Aaron were still fucking Barrow in both holes, switching from time to time and Benjie was doing a masterful job of edging young Charlie. He would use his hand and his mouth to bring the boy to the very edge of climax, then pull back, never allowing the boy to reach the mountaintop. He was skillfully using a slick index finger in the boy's tight hole to gauge just how close the boy was getting over and over again to climax.

"He's very good at that" William said. "It's obvious they know what they're doing when it comes to sex."

"They should" Randy chuckled softly. "They've been doing stuff with each other since they discovered they had dicks."

"Don't let us interrupt your fun, guys, but we didn't want Mr. Print's screams to startle you" William said. "We're about to slowly tear this bloody gauze off his bloody, crusty cock. It's gonna hurt worse than he's hurt yet, but I don't want any of you to worry. We have plenty of rubbing alcohol to pour on it to keep it clean and plenty of water to pour on his head when he passes out from the pain. Carry on with your fun!"

William dimmed the lights in the room and turned on the bright spots on the table right in the center of the room. It was only a few feet away that Barrow was getting spit-roasted by Aaron and Eric, but P.T., the Smith brothers and young Charlie's eyes were all focused on the table, even though Charlie was experiencing pleasure like he never had before. He was having trouble knowing how he should feel, the pleasurable experiences on his cock and the finger teasing his boyhole competing with the scene of his own father in agony. He couldn't stand to see his father tortured but he couldn't look away either.

"Look how hard young Charlie's getting' with Benjie's thick finger teasing his hole" William said.

The boy released Charlie's rock hard cock and it danced and jumped even as he continued to massage his sweet spot.

"You know all about that sweet place inside a man, don't you, boy?" William asked.

"Yes, sir" the boy answered. "Our paws taught us about that when we first started makin' cream. Ain't nothin' like havin' that place massaged at the same time a hot mouth is on your pole tryin' to suck out all that sweet cream."

"So you know how that little gland gets hard just before a man starts to shoot?" William asked.

"Oh yes, sir," the boy answered. "I assure you I do. Young Charlie's been really close four or five times, but I always take my mouth off that cock right as he's about to shoot. His dick just jumps and quivers but he just can't get there despite his pleadin' and beggin'. When I hear that shit I just think about how that sweet Kurt must've been beggin' his paw and his uncle and all them men to stop cuttin' on him and how they just ignored his pleading. Fuck every one of them sons of bitches! I feel little Charlie's sweet spot getting' real hard again. A little more suckin' and he's gonna be right there on the edge."

He then winked t William and the man knew Charlie was in for a ruined climax of his own.

"Okay, it's showime!" William said loudly, clapping his hands. "If I was layin' odds, I'd say we probably finish cutting old man Print tonight and start on one of you tomorrow. Odds are it's likely to be P.T. or one of the Smith brothers cause Charlie's been behaving himself pretty well and Barrow's become little more than a sobbing cum dumpster. I think the boys are enjoying using Barrow's pussy too much to let that go to waste and Charlie's been spilling good information. You know who that leaves, don't you?"

The Thomas boys were crying now while P.T. stood silent, his eyes closed.

"Are you praying to the Lord God for a rescue, daddy dearest?" William asked his father. "I know you have some badass friends but I'm telling you here and now none of those friends have any idea where you are. Judith is in solitary confinement up in Statesville, sitting in a cell naked and pregnant. She's spilling her guts about everything she knows to try to get her old life back and that's a lot. I'm heading up to Raleigh in the morning to find out some of the stuff she's been blabbing. Apparently all it took was a little whiff of bourbon and she started telling everything. I wish I could've seen the fit she pitched when they poured the bourbon down the toilet instead of letting her have it. She don't even get sheets or a pillow in her cell and she's watched even when she pees or takes a shit. She's now getting the miserable treatment she's been deserving all these years. And the best part is, she's telling every fucking thing she knows about you, your cronies and your miserable businesses."

"Mr. Print, we humbly apologize for neglecting you this evening" the sheriff said. "Pardon our rude manners. We'll try to make up for it the best way we know how. The sheriff took the end of the bloody, crusty gauze in his hand and slowly began tearing it away from the penis. Print screamed loudly but he stayed conscious. William stood by his head with a large bucket of cold water. It seemed to take forever to remove the gauze from the man's mutilated cock. When the gauze was removed, William dropped a wet table over the man's face and proceeded to dump the water slowly onto the towel. This created in Mr. Print the sensation that he was drowning and he began to sputter and attempt to scream. When the bucket was empty the man was still sputtering and sobbing as William quietly refilled the bucket and removed the wet towel from the man's head.

"You were fuckin' tryin' to goddamned drown me, you motherfucker!" Print screamed, once he was able to speak again.

"If I had been tryin' to drown you, you'd be drowned, Mr. Print. "It's much too soon for that to happen when you have so much more exquisite pain in store for you."

Mr. Print was now sobbing loudly and pleading with the men to stop cutting or to just put him out of his misery.

"I think we've done a pretty good job so far, considering we're amateurs like the good reverend" William said as he held Print's bloody cock between his thumb and index finger.

The man began to scream loudly when William poured rubbing alcohol on the bleeding wound.

"I think it's one of those cases where practice makes perfect" the sheriff said. "And we ought to be real, real good at it by the time we finish with all the uncut meat in this room."

All of the captors laughed. Charlie didn't seem to even hear it, enjoying the ministrations of the boy and Barrow continued sobbing as he got it at both ends. Eric and Aaron had again switched places and Barrow screeched from time to time as they gave a particularly deep thrust into his hairy hole.

"Please don't do this, sheriff, please" Print begged. "Please let me at least have some water. I can't take this and I'm so thirsty."

"Why, Charles, you should have told us earlier you were thirsty" the sheriff said sweetly. "It was rude of us not to offer you something to drink when we arrived."

William tipped the pail to the man's mouth and he began to sip slowly. William let him drink all he wanted, then he dumped half the remaining water on his head. The man was choking and sputtering and soaked from the waist up. It was cold in the room and he began to shiver. Part of it was from the cold and part from the fear of the pain he knew was coming. He steeled himself not to do any begging or screaming, but when the sheriff poured more alcohol on his bloody cock, he couldn't take it and began to scream loudly even louder than previously.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" he bellowed. "Nooooooo more! Goddammit! I can't take any more!"

"Hush now, Charles," the sheriff said quietly. "We'll be all done in a few minutes if you'll behave. If you keep shakin' like that, I could cut your whole pecker off."

The man now quit screaming and lay still. He tried to control his shivers but was unable to do so. Then he felt the cold blade again cutting into his sensitive foreskin. He bit his tongue, willing himself not to scream but that only lasted for a few seconds before he was again wailing and begging.

"There, there, Charles," the sheriff said reassuringly. "It's all done now. We're done with cutting on you for now at least. I think we'll let you keep your nuts and your pecker for at least a little while longer but we ain't makin' no promises. What you keep will depend on how well you behave. That goes for every fucking one of you."

That said, the sheriff poured alcohol onto the man's bleeding cock and a new round of screaming began as the men laughed at him.

As his father's foreskin came off, Charlie was close to reaching a climax with Benjie jacking him and licking his cockhead. The boy continued to massage his prostate and Charlie was gasping for breath.

"I'm close, I'm close" Charlie said. "Oh fuck, I'm so close! You want it in your mouth or in your hand. Take it in your mouth, you fuckin' cocksucker. Eat my cock and eat my fuckin' cream!"

Benjie smiled up at him and slowed his strokes, continuing to finger the boy.

"Oh no, don't slow down" Charlie begged. "I'm almost there. So fuckin' close I'm goin' to shoot!"

Then at the last second, Benjie pulled his finger out of the boy and began to punch his nuts and his hard, dripping cock. Benjie, William and the sheriff laughed as the boy realized it had been Benjie's intention all along to leave him hanging with a ruined climax.

"Y'all are sons of bitches" Charlie spat. "Every fuckin' one of you is a son of a fuckin' nasty bitch! That was dirty. I tried to help you out and then you did this to me! You're all dirty, lyin' sons of bitches. And you cut my paw and made me watch and I didn't wanna watch and you made me feel good while I watched and..."

The boys words dissolved into sobs.

"Oh fucking boo hoo" P.T. said bitterly. "Poor little Charlie is crying because he didn't get to shoot his load. Suck it up, asshole. Learnt o be a man. You knew the plan and yet you tried to curry favor with these assholes. I tried to tell all of you that would never work but you rubes are just too fucking stupid to listen to sound advice. That don't work with lyin' assholes like these men. Barrow and I tried to tell you but you think you're so goddamned smart. But you don't know shit. I wish it had been you instead of your paw that got cut. He took it like more of a man than you'll ever be!"

"Shut the fuck up, old man!" Charlie yelled. "Y'all think I been sleepin but I weren't. I heard you all talkin' about how anything that came up you'd all vote for me to get punished. I heard it all. I know your fuckin' plan! I hate every goddamned one of you in this fuckin' room."

He began sobbing as Aaron was shooting his load into Barrow's ass, bellowing like a bull. He quickly pulled his cummy cock out and Eric took his place, Barrow now reduced to a sobbing piece of manflesh as Aaron knelt before him to have his cock cleaned. Barrow offered no resistance as he licked the boy's softening cock which had just deposited a hot load of cream into the man's ass.

William had wrapped Print's bloody cock in gauze and he untied his hands and legs. The man was unable to move his limbs for a while and required help in standing up. His knees collapsed several times but William supported him until his joints again became painfully functional.

"Poor old Charles" the sheriff said."I wonder who will go on the table next. Maybe we need to take another vote."

They heard Eric starting his climax in Barrow's butt and then shortly thereafter, saw him getting his cock licked clean.

"That was perfect timing, guys!" William said. "I'm sure Benjie wants his turn in Barrow's ass but maybe he can defer for a few minutes. I think it's time for another round of reward or punishment."

William had helped Mr. Print to a seated position on the table. They knew he was too weak and his joints too stiff to try to run or even to resist.

"I want all of you to vote again for a fellow captive" the sheriff said. "You don't know whether it's a punishment or a reward. That's what makes it so much fun."

"We all know it's going to be a vote for who gets strapped on that fucking table" P.T. said. "Follow the plan. Man up and follow our plan."

William escorted Print back to his place on the wall as Aaron did Barrow. Once they were all secured, Randy announced each of the captives would announce his vote this time.

"Mr. Print, since you've been through a rough time, you get to vote first" the sheriff said. "You can tell us your reason for your vote if you choose or you can keep it to yourself."

"It's an easy vote for me" Charles Print said. "My son is the reason I been put through all this shit. He voted for me to get strapped on that table and it's only fair I vote for him. Plus the fact I've always believed a boy's cock should like his paw's. I'm cut now so he ought to be cut too. Plus the fact he's a fuckin' asshole. He's been nothing but a disappointment to me all of his sorry fucking life. I vote for Charlie."

The boy started a new round of sobbing, having just recovered from a ruined climax and a painful punching of his genitals. He was blubbering louder than ever till P.T. told him to shut it up.

"Barrow, you little cumdumpster, why don't you vote next" the sheriff said. "If you can still talk after all that throatfuckin' you got earlier."

"Fuck you and all your friends, sheriff" Barrow said curtly. "I vote for Charlie."

The boy's sobs began again. Reverend, why don't you go next" the sheriff said.

"Charlie" the man said. Nothing more. His brother did the same, naming Charlie.

"P.T." I guess it's your turn" the sheriff said.

"I vote for that little sniveling asshsole, Charlie."

"Charlie, it looks like you're the winner or the loser, as the case may be" the sheriff said. "But you still get a vote too, son."

"In the first place, don't you ever call me son again, you lyin' bastard asshole faggot!" he shouted at his father. "I ain't your son and I'm glad not to be the son of an asshole nigger-lovin' faggot like you. I despise you and when I'm free, you'll be beggin' for me to take a shotgun to you and your sorry assed friends to end the pain I'll cause ever' goddamned one of you. You will all regret what you've done to me. That's a motehrfuckin' promise! I knew they'd all vote for me cause that was their plan. They thought I didn't hear `em but I heard every fuckin' word and they all conspired against me. I hate them almost as much as I hate you. And I know you was givin' rooms to any fag in the town that wanted a room to do some suckin' or ass fuckin'. I know how you'd let anybody, male or female, suck your dick in exchange for a room for the night. I saw all of it and I know what a lowdown piece of shit you are!"

"Well, it seems we have a winner of the game tonight, gents" William said cheerfully. "Charlie, I guess you better get up on the table."

"I'll show ever' one of you I got more balls than any of you!" Charlie said. "I won't be yelpin' like a baby like my own paw was. You'll get no beggin' or sobbin' or pleadin' from me. You can cut me and you'll not get a word of a tear. I'll show you that a boy can be more of a man than a bunch of conspirin' assholes."

The sheriff had untied Charlie and he freely climbed onto the table. He spread his legs, exposing his now flaccid, uncut meat and lay flat on his back, offering his arms and legs to be tied. Then they noticed that William had left the room for the enclosed area in the back.

"Sit up, Charlie, you got a reward comin" William said. "The prize tonight is a big old steak, a stuffed potato, a big old fresh salad and a double helpin' of banana puddin' with fresh pineapple. We all had some earlier and it's the best banana puddin' I ever tasted in my entire life!'"

Charlie's eyes lit up and he sat up into a squatting Indian position and William placed the loaded plate and the bowl of pudding before him.

"Eat up, Charlie," William said. "Compliments of all your asshole friends, boy. They all voted for you to get this treat. Eat up and enjoy. The only thing getting' cut here the rest of the night is that big, fat, perfect steak in front of you."

Charlie was ecstatic. He ignored the silver wear and started to eat with his fingers as they all looked on. The captives were muttering and cursing the boy while the others laughed at their anger which made them all the more angry.

"Does anybody mind if I have a little of Barrow's hole while Charlie has his dinner?" Benjie asked. "I'd like to add another cumload to that hairy hole."

They urged him to go ahead so he undid Barrow from the restraints and the boy again lay face down on the mattress, sobbing loudly.

"Flip over, Barrow" Benjie said sweetly. "I want to see that pretty face of yours when I stick my hard cock in your pretty hairy hole. I think I want to kiss you. I think you'll like that. And I'll warn you ahead of time. If you try to bite me, I'll cut your goddamned cock and nuts off right here on this mattress. If you don't believe me, just fuckin' try it!""

Barrow refused to move until Benjie produced the remote for his shock collar. Then Barrow started to flip onto his back but it was too late as Benjie hit with and eight second shock rendering his body limp.

"And here I was commending you on learning some lessons in how a cumdumpster behaves, Barrow" Benjie said. "I guess I praised you faster than I should have. I won't do that again. Now raise those legs in the air. I want to see that fucked hole."

The man grabbed his legs behind his knees and hurriedly pulled them back, exposing his cummy, pink hole which gaped open from the previous fuckings he had received.

"It's messy but it's still a nice hole, Barrow" Benjie said. "You want another cock, Barrow?"

Barrow glared at him, remaining silent until he received another shock.

"Yes, sir, I want your cock" Barrow said. "Please, sir, put your cock in me. Please, please fuck me" the man begged as the other boys and Randy and William laughed hilariously. Benjie spat on his cock and then thrust his big, thick cock straight in all the way as Barrow screamed and writhed in pain. Barrow's screams quieted suddenly as Benjie had his tongue down the boy's throat as he deep dicked him.

Charlie had finished everything on his plate and was now enjoying the banana pudding. His eating had slowed just a tad as his tummy got full. Initially he had been afraid they were teasing him with the food, the way Benjie had teased him with a climax, but eventually he had relaxed and realized the food was his and wouldn't be jerked away.

"I think you are enjoying that dinner, Charlie," the sheriff said, as he leaned on the table beside the boy. "I'm glad you enjoyed your dinner, Charlie and I'm glad you got to be the one to eat it. I'll be honest, though. I didn't much appreciate the nasty way you were taking to me earlier. You said some pretty nasty things, boy. You know you'll have to be punished, don't you?"

"No, sir," the boy said. "That ain't necessary. I didn't mean any of them words. I was just angry and lashing out. I didn't mean none of it."

"All the more reason you have to learn a lesson, boy." The sheriff said. "Please notice I'm not calling you son anymore because you asked me not to. The lesson you need to learn is not to be rude to people who can do nice things for you. It just isn't polite, boy."

The sheriff was speaking in a quiet gentle voice now which began to scare Charlie as he took the last bite of his pudding.

"William will you get that big leather strap from the back, please?" he asked. "I think we need to give this boy a lesson in being polite to his elders."

"No, please, sheriff" the boy started. "I'll never do it again. I didn't mean to ask you not to call me son. I like it when you call me that. I was talkin' to my own paw for votin' for me! I swear it's the truth. I will never say another rude word to you. I though you was gonna cut me and I knew all of them had set me up – even my own paw. I was just mad. It was the heat of the moment."

"That doesn't make it acceptable, Charlie" the sheriff said. "This is a lesson I'd teach my own son if he ever said those kinds of things to an elder. You have to learn, boy. You may not ever get out of here but if you do, you'll at least have learned some manners."

"What do you mean I may never get out of here, sheriff" the boy asked fearfully.

"Exactly what I said, Charlie," the sheriff said. "Do you really think you can walk away after attempting to murder another human being, boy? Do you think that? Because if you do, you're deceiving yourself. It weren't long ago you was braggin' on how brave you'd be if you was the one getting' cut. Now show a little of that bravery. Lay down on this table on your tummy, boy."

Charlie scrambled to get off the table, knocking his plate and the empty bowl into the floor. He was easily overcome by the sheriff and William in spite of putting up resistance. They secured his body on the table, his arms and legs again tied to heavy iron rings in the floor. His ass was now at the edge of the table in a perfect position for punishment.

"Don't you touch my boy, sheriff," Mr. Print said. "I'm his paw and I'll take care of any punishment the boy needs."

"Shut the fuck up, man," William said. "You already failed your son miserably, dragging him into the klan with you and teachin' him it's okay to shoot other people and kill them. You're a miserable fuckin' failure as a father just like the old man tied up there beside you. You and P.T. have a lot in common. You both failed miserably at parenting. P.T. had a second choice as a grandfather and he failed again, kidnapping his own grandson. You won't ever get that chance cause there's practically a zero chance you and Charlie will both get out of here with your balls still attached to your body. So please shut the fuck up while someone tries to teach your boy lessons you failed to teach him, asshole."

As William finished his lecture, they heard Benjie cumming loudly in Barrow's ass. He thrust hard and bellowed as he filled the man with his cream. The other boys and William and the sheriff applauded his fuck performance as he knelt in Barrow's face for a cock cleaning.

"When you finish on the cock, you can lick my hole for a while, just for a little bonus thrill" Benjie said. "And you better get that fuckin' tongue up deep in my hole unless you want that strap used on your ass once they finish with young Charlie!"

On the table, Charlie now saw the wide leather strap they were about to use on his tender ass. His father had never spanked the boy, instead, always making excuses for the boy's bad behavior and blaming it on others. Charlie knew the leather strap was going to hurt though and, as he heard Barrow gagging, he began to gag himself. The difference was that Charlie's tummy was full of the delicious dinner he had just consumed. As William began to strap his ass, the boy began to retch, throwing up the delicious dinner he had so enjoyed. He was retching and gagging as William attacked his lily white butt cheeks with the strap. He was crying and sobbing even as he threw up all the stomach contents.

As his arm began to tire, William handed the strap to the sheriff who continued with a strong, fresh arm. The boy's ass was reddening rapidly.

"Stop it!" Print yelled at them. "You're hurting my son!"

"You should've thought about what you were doing to your son, Mr. Print" William said as the beating continued.

When the sheriff began to tire, the strap went to Benjie who continued with a fresh arm. Charlie was bellowing now, begging for the painful beating to stop. Benjie was focusing lower on the boy's thighs now, his entire backside turning a bloody shade of red. The strap was then passed to Aaron and then to Eric. As they finished, the boy's ass was bloody in several spots and threatening to erupt in several others. The boy never lost consciousness, continuing to beg and plead with his captors to stop.

Once the beating was over, everyone got quiet in the room. Only Charlie's sobs were heard. The other prisoners knew they could be next to be whipped or cut so they stayed silent as mice.

"Charlie, you need to realize something, boy" the sheriff said. "You got a reward tonight. It was a very nice reward. You got the same meal we had all enjoyed earlier in my home. But you spoiled it. It was you and you alone who spouted all the vile bullshit which earned you the beating. Yes, it was the others, including your own father, who voted you the meal, thinking they were voting you a punishment. But it was your mouth and your mouth alone that earned you the beating. Never, forget that, boy. You earned this."

That said, he opened a new bottle of alcohol and poured it on the open wounds. Charlie howled and started a new round of sobbing and wailing as his captives laughed.

"Oh yeah, guys," William said. "I almost forgot I brought treats for you too."

He passed the bag with the steak scraps around, letting each one have a whiff of the delicious meat. He then went down the line, feeding each man a piece of the delicious steak. The steaks had been cooked rare and there was still some blood, making the meat all the more tasty. They gobbled it like the starved men they all were. He made a second round, giving each of them another scrap which they devoured eagerly.

"Oh, sheriff, what did I do with Mr. Print's foreskin?" William asked. "Do you have it?"

"I don't think so, William," the sheriff said. "I ain't sure what we done with it. I sure hope it didn't get in that bag with the other meat scraps."

The men were sure they had been fed Print's foreskin and began retching. The others found it hilarious.

"I don't give a shit" P.T. said. "Meat's meat. I'll eat the rest if they don't want it."

William handed Benjie the bag and he fed the rest of the meat to P.T. who ate every bite as the other men watched, retching. When P.T. had eaten every scrap of the delicious meat, Randy spoke.

"Why here it is" the sheriff said, removing a thick piece of gauze from his pocket. "I must've wrapped it up in gauze and stuck it in my pocket. I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Sorry, guys, but P.T. has finished the steak" William said. "There's not another scrap left. Too bad for the rest of you but he's always been a greedy bastard. Some things never change."

The men were all glaring at P.T. now, knowing they had been tricked out of some much-needed food.

"Good night, ladies," William said as they prepared to leave. "Sorry but it's getting late and we don't have time to clean up young Charlie's vomit. You'll just have to live with it. Just like we're leaving Charlie tied to the table. Barrow may get lucky tomorrow and we may decide Charlie's boyhole is more fuckable. It's certain available with him tied to that table. We just never know what tomorrow will bring. For now, good night!"

The men were begging for more food and water as they turned out the lights and closed the door, laughing as they got into the car.

"Damn!" Aaron said. "I don't think I met anybody who got worse by the minute. Those guys really don't have any redeeming qualities, do they?"

"I agree" Benjie said. "I loved it when they all voted for Charlie thinking he was gonna get his dick cut then it turned out to be a reward. But before he could even get his reward, he showed what a truly evil little shit he is by shooting his mouth off!"

"I loved the way you was kissin' on Barrow, Benjie" Eric said. "I can't even imagine how mean that man has been to people all his damned life. There's just nothin' to like in any of them."

"You're right boys!" the sheriff said. "I'd love to invite you boys for a late swim. It actually ain't event en yet but I expect you all want a good night's sleep before startin' new jobs in the mornin',"

"You're right, sheriff" Benjie said. "And swimmin' has always had a way of wearin' us out. But we sure did enjoy the foot and the hospitality."

"Please tell the doctor and all the boys how much we enjoyed our evenin' and we look forward to seeing them again soon."

"I'll check in with you guys after work tomorrow" the sheriff said. "William will be headin' for Raleigh early in the mornin' but I plan to be in the office. If you boys like, you're welcome to come by for a swim after work."

"I think we'd all enjoy that, sheriff" Aaron said. "Thank you for the invite!!"

"Great!" said the sheriff. "And make sure them bitches fix you a nice, full breakfast in the mornin' and pack you a good lunch. Don't go easy on either one of `em. Oh, and one more thing. If you can wait just another minute I need to run in and get something."

They had no idea what the sheriff was talking about, but they waited for a minute and the sheriff reappeared with a large suitcase. It was obviously heavy and the sheriff put it into the car with the boys.

"Please leave this on the front porch tonight. I wrote a note and attached if" the sheriff said. "Act like you have no idea where it came from. Eliza will find it in the morning and be prepared for some fireworks."

"We love fireworks" Benjie said" as they pulled out of the driveway."

They went back inside the quiet house. Randy looked around the giant foyer and the beautiful staircase.

"I thought I'd feel funny livin'' in a mansion like this" the sheriff said. "I never cared a fig for all this fancy stuff. But the truth is, I feel about as comfortable right this minute as ever I've felt in my life. I know why that is too."

He pulled William to him and they shared a deep kiss.

"I'm as happy as I've ever been too and I think our boys are happy" William said. "I do have a concern though, Randy. I heard some real fear in Abe's voice today when we were talking. I fear there are things he's discovered about my wife and father in law that I couldn't even have ever imagined. I would never have believed the man would kidnap my older son. Randy, you've not met Johnny yet, but you'll love the boy. He's as dear to me as Billy Paul. I really fear that I may have brought something evil and dangerous into your life and Dopie's. I want you to know that if you feel fearful of this, Billy Paul and I will leave immediately. I could never forgive myself is something awful happened to you and Dopie because of me and my stupidity."

"You may be right that he's evil beyond belief" the sheriff said. "But I ain't scared. I ain't lettin' no man or woman intimidate me or mine. We'll face whatever it is we have to face and we'll get through it. You've changed me as a person and as a dad for the better. I'll be here as long as I'm needed and I want you and your sons in our lives."

"It's awfully quiet around here" William said.

They went upstairs but no one was around. Then they walked out back and found the doctor and Mark in the hot tub.

"You guys are alone?" the sheriff asked. "Where are all the wild monkeys?"

"They were all worn out" the doctor said. "Those Alabama boys play hard and they all had fun. They are all asleep in the guest house. It was a rough night but Jimmy, Mark, Rafe, Kurt and I had a good talk after we got the young ones down. Or I think it was a good talk."

"It was good" Mark said. "I think it was good for Jimmy too. It was real tough on Rafe realizing what his mama had done and what she almost put him through."

"Rafe is a very naïve boy" the doctor said. "He really didn't even know what circumcision was. The only time he had ever heard the word was in church and when he asked his mama she always put him off, sayin' they'd discuss it when he got older. He had never seen a circumcised cock because his mama never allowed him to be around other boys naked. She didn't let him participate in P.E. at school so he'd never been in a boys' locker room. "

"She never let him play sports or have friends over to his house" Mark said. "The guy had never seen a cut cock in his life."

"Until tonight" the doctor said. "I was real proud of Kurt. You know how shy he's been about letting others see his cut dick. It's something he's always been ashamed of. But tonight he let Rafe look at it and touch it. I did the same so now he understands what it means. He also understands the pain in getting cut without anesthesia. He was horrified when Kurt shared his experience and it was hard for him to believe his mama would have put him through that. But I think the boy finally realized that his mama was evil."

"I don't think he would have believed it if Kurt hadn't shared that it was his own paw and his own uncle who did it to him" Mark said. "The boy began to understand how brainwashed his own mama had been the reverend. I don't think he even knew people could be so cruel and so mean."

"He did realize by the time they went to sleep" the doctor said. "I don't think he'll be wanting to see his mama any time soon. Maybe never. Kurt has certainly reached that point."

"What happened to the boy's father?" William asked.

"That's the weirdest part of this" the doctor said. "Rafe has no idea who his father is. His mama has never told him that information and has always gotten mad when he started asking. She used it to guilt trip him when he would ask, implying that he was saying that she wasn't enough of a parent. The boy has been damaged, just like Kurt. And I strongly suspect that preacher did some sexual stuff with the boy that he can't even bring himself to think about at this point. "

"Heck, I thought I was damaged from all the stuff with my dad but that was nothing compared to what they've been through" Mark said. "Jimmy's hurtin' pretty bad too. He's really disappointed in both his parents and I don't see him wantin' to have anything to do with either one of them for a while."

"I'm surprised that Kurt was willing to show his cock" the sheriff said. "He's always been so shy about it. He even let Rafe touch it?"

"Yes, I encouraged it" the doctor said. "I also let him touch mine. This was after all the little ones went down. But I thought it was time to throw out all the bullshit. I think it was healthy for Kurt – possibly as therapeutic as it was for Rafe. They went to bed together. I think they were planning on doing some more exploring but I'm not sure about that. It may take some time for both boys to feel at all comfortable with sexual things. "

"Good for them" the sheriff said. "I knew you could handle this better than I could have, Doc."

"They both want to join me to inspect the clinic tomorrow" the doctor said. "I know it's been vacant for a while but it isn't that old a building. It shouldn't take much work to get it ready to use but neither of them is in school and they both offered to go with me. I think it's a good idea. I'd like to spend more time with them to encourage them to talk about what's happened in their lives."

"I think it's a great idea, doctor" Randy said. "We can arrange to pay them through the construction company for any work they do there. The city owns the building so they will pick up the tab for any work the building needs."

"I'm not worried about that" the doctor said. "I don't mind spending some money to get things right. I'll also welcome the company."

"I wish I could be with you guys" Mark said.

"I know you do, son, but you need to have your ass in school" the doctor said. "You're smart as a whip and you can do anything you want to do with that brain. I'll miss you. I was so happy when you decided to stay here with me. I think I'm addicted to you."

The boy snuggled into the doctor's furry gray chest.

"Oh shit" the doctor said. "I was about to invite you guys to join us for some fun but I forgot the mayor came by. He was steamed as hell. He was actually using some pretty vulgar language. I told him if he didn't calm down, he would have to leave the house with the kids around. He's hot and I think we know why. He wanted you to come to his house no matter what time you got home."

"Hmmm, I could say fuck it but then he'd only be that much madder in the morning" the sheriff said. "As much as we'd love to join you in that hot tub, I think I better head over to the mayor's house."

"I'll go with you" William said. "I wish that little ratfuck would give us an excuse to throw his fat ass behind bars!"

The doctor and Mark were laughing as the men took off to the mayor's house. It was only a few blocks but they decided to drive. As they drove over, Randy remembered something from earlier in the night.

"I told the Thomas assholes I was goin' to get another name out of them of a boy the preacher cut" Randy said. "The reverend was ready to give one up when his brother threatened him. I think he was real close to givin' me the name of another boy with just a mama but I forgot to get it from him. I'm plannin' to do some investigatin' on that other name we got the other night tomorrow. I got to tell you I ain't lookin' forward to spending time in the office with that fuckin' idiot deputy. I can't believe I forgot to press them for a name."

"That's all right" William said. "It won't hurt to let `em stew. They're both scared shitless and on the verge of breaking. I don't see P.T. breaking any time soon though. Hell, he had no problem with the thought he might be eatin' Print's foreskin tonight. He had no problem at all with that. That's pretty goddamned cold."

"You're right" the sheriff said. "Maybe Abe will have some information for you tomorrow that you can use against him."

"I'm hoping to find some time to spend with Johnny while I'm in Raleigh if I can make it work. I need to see the boy to get a feel for how he's doin'. His relationship with his grandpa was complicated. P.T. has tried for years to win the boy's affection but it was always like the boy saw through what he was doing. Johnny begged me to leave his mama for years. I think he was worried she might do something bad to me and Billy Paul. Johnny's a very smart boy. He knew exactly what his grandfather was up to but he always managed to keep it civil. The old man paid for his college and I have no doubt he had plants to bring him into his evil business. But I've never had any reason to doubt my son's loyalties. I really have missed the boy."

"I can hear that in your voice, buddy" the sheriff said. "I really am lookin' forward to meetin' Johnny."

They pulled into the mayor's driveway. It looked as if every light in the house was on. The mayor came to the door immediately, still dressed in his suit and tie.

"Get the fuck in here right now, sheriff" he demanded. "I want to know what the fuck you were thinking arresting my wife and the mother of my children and holding her in a fucking jail cell like a common criminal. I assure you that you are in a world of trouble and you will not get out of this one. I demand that we go directly to the jail so you can release her."

"Cool your jets, Mr. Mayor" the sheriff said. "I will no longer tolerate you speakin' to me usin' that tone of voice or using profanity. I will also never again allow you in my home spoutin' profanity in front of 9our young, impressionable children. I think William and I could use a beer."

The mayor looked shocked at the request but called for his oldest daughter, Jenny to fetch beers for all three of them. Jenny brought the beers in for the men. She was dressed for bed in a tiny little blue nighty which barely came to the top of her thighs. It was sheer and the outline of her dark nipples was obvious. She was very flirty with both men and sat down to join the conversation.

"Mayor, I think it might be best for your daughter to not be in on this conversation" the sheriff said.

The mayor decided to be belligerent.

"My daughter can stay in this room if she wants to and if I say that she can" he said sharply. "This is my house, sheriff. You don't rule the whole fuckin' world, even though you seem to think you do. I have a call into the governor of this state and I will have you dismissed immediately."

"Oh, you called Jeremy?" William asked. "We were all on the phone with him earlier. He talked to all our boys. He's become quite a friend of ours."

This clearly did not please the mayor who looked stunned upon hearing this information.

"How long ago did you call him?" William asked.

"Oh, it's been a couple of hours, I guess" the mayor said.

"I'm sure he'll be calling at any minute" William said. "I know he's busy. I have a meeting with him early in the morning."

"Oh, you do?" he asked, clearly surprised. "I'm certain he'll be calling presently. It will certainly not be necessary for you to relay any messages between me and the governor. You seem to forget I am the mayor of Gayberry."

"Oh yes" William said. "I am quite fully aware of the elected position you currently hold. You know the new task force on corruption he formed? I'll be chairing that for the entire state. But that's beside the point. What is the problem you are having?"

"You both know fucking well what the problem is" the mayor said. "You assholes locked up my fucking wife. She says you accused her of robbery and that idiot deputy of yours wouldn't tell me a thing. He didn't even allow her a phone call. When she wasn't home at supper time I went to the jail to report her missing and found her incarcerated there."

"Yes, that is correct" the sheriff said. "So what is your problem?"

"You are holding my goddamned wife in a cell in the jail in this town of which I am the fucking mayor. That is the fucking problem, you goddamned dimwit."

"Did your wife not tell you what she had done?" the sheriff asked.

"She most certainly did" the mayor said. "She told me she was merely doing a favor for a friend" the mayor said. "That is the kind of woman she is. She is absolutely selfless and will help out anyone who is in need. That may a crime in some places but not in the town of Gayberry!"

"Did she also tell you that she had enlisted the help of a young man, giving him cash and sexual favors in return for assisting her in a robbery? I really think it best if Jenny not hear this conversation, mayor."

`Fuck you!" the mayor said angrily. "Must I remind you that this is my house and anyone can stay in a room if I fucking say so?"

"Have it your way, mayor" the sheriff said. "Your dear, helpful wife approached an underage boy and put her hand in his overalls, took hold of his thick, uncut meat and masturbated him to climax. She also gave him a crisp one hundred dollar bill for aiding and abetting her in the robbery of my home."

"She most certainly did not!" the mayor shouted. "She merely went to the home of her dear friend, Tara Bedford, to retrieve some clothing and personal objects because you have imprisoned the woman illegally in your home. Everyone knows that home belongs to Tara Bedford. She had the owner's permission to be in the home."

"No, Mr. Mayor," the sheriff said. "You are obviously not in possession of the actual facts. That is not correct. That home no longer belongs to Tara Bedford. I now own that home and am residing there with my friend William and our boys. She came into my home uninvited, broke into the safe in the master bedroom, removed clothing, cash and other items and with her young cohort, and proceeded to take things from the home. I call that robbery. I have a witness who will testify to all of the above as well as to her molestation of the young, innocent boy."

"My wife is not a criminal!" the mayor shouted, rising and clenching his fists. "She is one of the most prominent women in this town and a former Miss Gayberry! And I fucking demand that you fucking release her from your fucking jail right this fucking minute!"

"Now, daddy, calm down" Jenny said as she led him back to the sofa and had him sit. She then sat on his knee and stroked his chest. She loosened his tie. The mayor began to stroke his daughter's bare thigh, his hand within inches of her young, blonde pussy.

"Daddy, you need to settle down some" the girl said. "I don't want my sweet daddy havin' a stroke. I know you trust mama but she did tell you a lie this mornin'. When we were in your office she told you we was goin' to Raleigh to pick out a new dress for the Purity Ball. That wasn't true. Then she dropped me at school. We were plannin' to go to Raleigh tomorrow and she knew that. She clearly told you a lie."

The girl began to stroke higher on the mayor's thigh and he began to calm down. The man was clearly looking down the front of his daughter's baby doll nighty and appreciating her tiny, pert breasts.

"Sheriff, the fact remains that you arrested the wife of the mayor of this town" he said. "Didn't you feel it would be a common courtesy to let me know about this? Do you realize the damage it could do to my position in this town? I have a very promising political career in this town and very possibly in this state."

"I realize the damage it could do to you" the sheriff said. "That is why I have not yet filed charges and kept it from the press. I am continuing to investigate the crime. I want to nail down all of the facts before any charges are filed. Just the whiff of a scandal can be as damaging as a scandal itself."

His daughter's flirting was having a calming effect on the man and she knew it. She was now slightly spreading her legs and it was apparent the girl had no panties on. She was squirming on her dad's lap, which was having the effect of arousing her father.

"Perhaps we can handle this in the morning, Mr. Mayor." The sheriff said. "We will all be thinking more clearly then. I have no intention of releasing your wife tonight so any further talk is useless. This is my decision and I will defend it to you, the public or the governor. This is not a negotiable matter, sir. I suggest it is past your daughter's bedtime. You should both head to bed, get a good night's sleep and we can work things out tomorrow."

"Daddy, I agree" Jenny said. "Let's get you out of that uncomfortable suit and up to bed. I'll get you another beer and help you get into your pajamas. Would you like a hot bath? I'll draw it for you. You know mom is doesn't always tell the truth. She proved it today. You head on up. I'll be right behind you as soon as I see these gentlemen out."

The mayor headed upstairs, removing his jacket as he went. Jenny walked both men to the door and apologized for her father's behavior.

"I know who and what my mama is" Jenny said. "She thinks she has daddy wrapped around her little finger. She's wrong. I'll have him takin' me to Raleigh for my new dress for the ball tomorrow. You can bet on that. And he'll let me spend whatever I want to – not like my tight-assed mama. She thinks the world revolves around her. It's time she learned a lesson or two after makin' me wear that dowdy, high necked rag in the Miss Gayberry pageant. Thank you both for coming over. Do you think you could both spare a hug for a girl whose mama is in jail?"

Both men were surprised at the request and willingly let the girl give them hugs. They both had to pull away from her embrace and were pretty much speechless as they got back into the car.

"That ltitle slut!" William said. "She was grabbing my ass with both her hands while she hugged me. I couldn't get away."

"She was rubbing on my cock like she wanted to get me hard" Randy said. "Wouldn't be surprised if she's giving her sweet daddy some of' that young pussy tonight. That little bitch is dangerous."

"All it took for the mayor to get over his outrage that his wife was in jail was for his daughter to wave a whiff of pussy under his nose" William said. "He lost interest completely in what was going on with his wife. If Jenny wants him to take her shopping in Raleigh tomorrow morning, you won't see that asshole till the afternoon."

Once home, they went inside. The house was still quiet. The place seemed larger than ever with no one around. All the outside lights were off so they assumed Mark and the doctor had gone to bed. They climbed the stairs and as William turned to go to his bedroom, Randy grabbed his hand.

"I don't like the idea of sleeping alone in that big bedroom" the sheriff said. "Would you have any interest in joining me?"

"Fuck yeah, I sure would" William said as they walked into the huge room and closed the double doors.

Both men stripped down to their underwear and hung up their clothes. After brushing their teeth, they both lay down under the clean, cool sheets. They were silent for a while. Then William felt the sheriff's warm hand inching closer to his hairy thigh. William was silent as the man put his hand inside his white boxer briefs and began to stroke his uncut cock.

"That feels real good" William said quietly. "You feel like puttin' that big meat of yours inside me? I been thinkin' about how it would feel for a while now."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" the sheriff asked.

"I'm positive" William said. "I know it may hurt a little at first but I can take a little pain. I've been wonderin' how it would feel inside me and I'm ready to find out if you're feelin' like it's somethin' you want."

"I been wantin' it for a while too" the sheriff whispered. "I just don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I'd ever want."

William leaned over and kissed him as they got each other out of their undershirts. They were battling with their tongues and William was pulling the sheriff's face to his with handfuls of his curly brown hair.

"I want you to fuck the hell out of me, sheriff" William said. "I want you to ram that big dick inside me and act like you're trying to put a baby in my manpussy."

`Oh fuck, yeah, buddy. "I been wantin' some of that fuckin' hole since the first time I saw it. I just wasn't man enough to admit it till now. I want to fuck the livin' shit out of you."

"Do it, buddy," William said as he reached for the lubricant on the bedside table and flipped over onto his back. Throwing the covers off the bed entirely, William spread his legs and began to lubricate his hairy hole, inserting two fingers into his own hole.

"Fuck yeah, man," the sheriff growled. "You hot little manslut!"

"Take that fuckin' hole, sheriff," William said. "I'm slicked up enough. Just line that hard cock up and give it to me all at once. I want you to poke that big hard dick inside me. I want to feel that big cock inside me and I want it now."

Randy got on his knees between his friend's legs. Putting William's knees over his shoulders, he lined up his dick with the hot hole. The instant he felt the heat from William's hole, Randy felt his dick start to jump and twitch.

Randy began to insert his thick cock slowly, but steadily into his friend's hole.

"Motherfucker" William gasped slowly as he felt the cock fill him.

He thought it would never end and felt an instant of fear that he wouldn't be able to take the thick fuckmeat. He felt his friend hesitate but urged him on.

"Don't stop buddy," William said. "Get it all in and then just hold still for a minute to let my hole expand on it. I can fuckin' take it. I want all of that fuckin' meat!"

After a few seconds of silence, Randy asked if his friend was okay.

"Never felt better or more full of cock" William said. "I can't tell you how good that cock feels inside me. It's a little scary thinking about having it inside me but I'm ready to be fucked. Just start it slow and long stroke me, buddy."

Randy did as instructed. He pulled his cock almost all the way out. William gasped as he thought the cock was leaving his hole but Randy then steadily eased it all the way back in.

"Motherfucking goddamn!" William shouted as the sheriff began long, slow strokes in and out. William felt his prostate stimulated by the long strokes and knew his dick was leaking. He realized he was also hard, something rare for him when he was getting fucked.

"Okay, buddy," William said. "That's feelin' great. You can tear that pussy up all you want now. Fuck me like a wild fuckin' beast!"

Randy took him at his word as he adjusted so that his legs were a little higher in the air and he began to piston his big cock in and out of his friend. Randy felt his foreskin sliding back and forth over his sensitive cockhead with each stroke. The hole felt soft as velvet and hot as coals on his cock. William's eyes were rolled back now and he was just enjoying the pleasurable sensations of being fucked by his best friend's thick cock. They fucked for several minutes, both content to just enjoy.

"Fuck, buddy, I'm cumming!" William said. "I ain't even touched my cock and I'm shootin' my load. Motherfuck me! Oh goddamn!"

Randy felt his warm gism on his stomach and that sent him over the edge as he began to rabbit stroke his dick in and out of the hot hole.

"Take this load, motherfucker!" the sheriff said as he pounded several long strokes into William's ass and felt his nuts unload his hot man cream.

After a couple of minutes the sheriff released William's legs, his body still between them as he lay on top of his friend and began to kiss him and lick his chest and neck. William was limp as a dishrag. Randy started to ease his cock out of the man but that seemed to wake William.

"Please" William said. "Don't take it out yet. I want to go to sleep full of your cock."

"Okay, buddy" the sheriff said as he raised the man's leg and slowly and gently turned him onto his side, his cock still deep inside him and spooned him from behind. His cock was still just hard enough to insert all the way back into his hole and William moaned as he felt the cock in the deepest recesses of his limp, satisfied body.