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"Looks like young Charlie wanted to try some of that preacher's wife puss, from the way his dick's so hard" the doctor said. "Sorry I didn't notice that, Charlie. You could've fucked the bitch too. Maybe later. But right now we need to decide whether to proceed with cuttin' the preacher or somebody else."

The preacher began to wail again as the Bentley brothers brought in a man, naked except for a pair of boxer shorts. They had put one of the black hoods on his head so he could not see and could not be recognized by the prisoners who had no idea who it might be.

"Who wants to guess the identity of our new guest?" the doctor asked.

"Please, no more" the preacher begged. "I can't take any more. Please let us go, I beg you in the name of the Lord."

"Let you go?" the doctor laughed. "How rude of you. The evening's entertainment has just begun. Preacher I have a couple of questions for you. You need to be honest. I think you've seen enough here to understand that we don't like liars."

"What all of you idiots need to be asking is who the traitor is in our klavern" Will Barrow said loudly. "While it's distressing to see that some of our klan brethren have turned on us, it is heartening to know that it makes it all the more likely their individual treachery will be discovered and a rescue will be effected. I am greatly heartened. Our klan brothers will never allow this kind of thing to stand. Think how long our great group has survived and how we have always stayed true to our mission. My gut is telling me that already there are suspicious men in the klavern who are seeking to discover the traitors and when they do, they will rescue us. Our friends are not without resources. I can feel it in my gut and in my heart. We are all soon to be rescued and set free and vengeance will be ours!"

"Shut the fuck up, Barrow," the doctor said. "I meant to tell me how much I love your fucking panties. Maybe we can get your boyfriends back here to fuck you some more before the night is over. I wonder how all your klan buddies will feel about you wearing those dainty little panties under your klan robe and hood. Are you going to share some of that sweet manpussy the Alabama boys like so much with all your klan friends. Or maybe you already have been. Have all the klansmen in the area been fucking that sweet, hairy pussy of yours, Barrow?"

"Fucking traitors!" Barrow hissed.

"All that shit's easy for you to say, you son of a bitch!" Mr. Print screamed at Will Barrow. "You ain't been the one on that fuckin' table getting' his dick carved like the fuckin' Thanksgivin turkey and then, when it finally stops hurtin' a little, they rip that fuckin' dressin' off my dick and it's worse than ever. You need to just shut your fuckin' mouth. We ain't getting' rescued and we ain't never getting' our of this godforsaken motherfuckin' buildin' wherever the fuck we are. Don't you assholes even realize we don't know where the fuck we are? How in the land of shit is anybody else supposed to find us when we don't know where the fuck we are?"

"Shut up, Print!" P.T. interjected. "Barrow was just trying to give us some hope. And I think Barrow's right. None of you know how extensive my influence is in this country. Why, until the last election, I had the governor of the state in my pocket. I could tell him to suck my dick and the man would hit his knees. He watched me fuck his daughter and masturbated himself while I did it. Hell, I've had dinner at the White House up in Washington six times with the last president."

"Yeah, but that don't mean shit, P.T." young Charlie said. "We got us a new president now and he says he's changing' things."

"That's all bullshit talk, Charlie" P.T. said confidently. "I'll have that young fucker and all his brothers in my pocket in no time. Hell I knew his father for years and helped him with his liquor import business. When I get the fuck out of here, I'll be stronger than ever and these motherfucking punks will regret the day they ever laid eyes on P.T. Sligh."

"All of that bullshit is neither here nor there" the doctor said. "I guess we're pretty much back to where we were before Barrow's interruption" the doctor said. "The preacher has promised to answer any questions we have for him truthfully to keep us from carving his dick."

"That's right" the preacher said."Anything you want to ask. I'll tell the truth. Just promise you won't touch my dick with that knife or scalpel or razor or whatever the fuck it is. Please. I'll answer anything you ask" the preacher sobbed. "And I swear I'll be honest."

"Okay, let's start with an easy question" the doctor said. "Do you love all the members of your flock?"

"Of course I do" the preacher said. "I love them all as I love myself. Our Lord God Almighty Jehovah commanded us to love one another. I would do no harm to any of the members of my church and I would protect them all even at risk to myself."

Mr. Hunt now recognized the preacher's voice and was struggling to get free and speak, but he was bound with the same electrical ape they had wrapped duct tape around his head so he couldn't speak.

"Good answer" the doctor said. "We just watched as your own brother vigorously fucked your wife. Do you still love him?"

"I am feeling angry and disappointed in him right now but I still love him. I realize it was the doing of all you evil assholes that he felt like he had to do that. You had threatened him and he felt he had no choice. That sin is upon your shoulders and not on the shoulders of my dear, beloved brother."

"So your brother was a mere victim?"

"Yes, I would say that" the preacher answered. "It was not he who instigated the events so he is innocent of any evil intent."

"You have licked your wife's cunt clean twice tonight, preacher" the doctor said. "We all know the second load was from your brother because we all watched as he enjoyed fucking her. Who do you think put the first load in her?"

"I think that was fake" he said. "I think you concocted some combination of cream and water and it wasn't semen at all. Yeah, yeah, it tasted more like watered down milk. I think you men faked that to make me doubt my devoted wife and her heartfelt devotion to me she would never have done anything sexual with another man voluntarily."

"What if I told you the first load belonged to one of your flock?" the doctor asked. "What if I told you he is standing here before you in a hood and that we heard him making love to your wife in your own bedroom on your marital bed with those ugly sheets with the yellow flowers tonight? And what if we told you they were there fucking like dogs in heat all this whole afternoon? And not just fucking, but sucking cock and eating pussy and even anal intercourse."

"I would say you're all a bunch of goddamned liars" the preacher answered."You are all filled with the spirit of Satan who would come between loving couples and create dissension. I know my wife and she is incapable of doing this. She would never willingly lie with another man. That is a direct violation of one of the commandments of our Lord God Jehovah!"

"Preacher, I hate to break it to you but she would and she did" the doctor said. "And she did it with one of your trusted elders. And he has spilled the beans about how you convinced him to take the door off his son's bedroom, just as you did with Kurt's father and Rafe's mother and how you convinced him that circumcising his son would stop the boy from masturbating which would send him to hell, just as you did with Kurt and tried to do with Rafe. He's told us every thing that happened, preacher and one of you is going to pay."

At a nod from the sheriff, Greg Bentley pulled the black hood off elder Hunt, revealing his face. He quickly cut the tape from the man's mouth and Elder Hunt started to babble, attempting to defend himself to the preacher.

"Pastor, they're lying!" he said. "It's all lies. I told them nothing. I swear to our holy Jesus and I will swear on the good book. They made it up. I would never have told anyone what we did to Phillip. I vowed that to you the night we did it and I would never have broken the vow. All of us made that pledge, knowing if we broke the vow we would burn in the fiery pits of Hell!"

"You fucking idiot!" the preacher shouted disgustedly. "You just fucking confessed to what you did. But leave me out of it. I had nothing to do with it. The bullshit about taking doors off of boys' rooms and shit is just lies. I never said any of these words. I won't have you or nobody else draggin' me down with you! I ain't got no idea what this motherfuckin' heathen is talkin' about!"

"Yes, you did" the elder said. "I would never have done that to my own son if you hadn't convinced me he was hell bound for playing with his cock. You made me watch him, hiding in his closet. Please don't try to lie your way out and leave me with the blame. I beg you! Don't do this. What father would have done that?"

"I can answer that" the doctor said. "You did it to your son and the preacher's brother did it to his son. We know that. You don't have to tell us. Both of your sons have told us everything that happened. Philip and Kurt are two of the sweetest boys I ever met and both had fathers who didn't value them enough to protect them from a lying charlatan. We also know that you were planning to do it to another boy in the congregation this past Sunday night. That got fucked up when the preacher didn't show up at church on Sunday. Preacher, you'll be pleased to know that Elder Hunt showed up with your wife at the jail today to report you missing. That would've been nice but then he drove her home in his shiny new Lincoln Town Car and fucked the shit out of her all afternoon. In your house. On your bed. On your ugly assed sheets with the ugly assed yellow flowers on them. They were still at it when we went in there and caught him lapping at her puss. And this wasn't the first time. We listened to their pillow talk for some time and you won't like what they were saying at all. They had been planning to ditch you and the elder's wife and start a new life with him becoming father to your own daughters. They had it all planned out. Why, they were even going to move into Elder Hunt's house because he said your place was such a shithole. Your dear wife was already picturing herself sitting out by their swimming pool eating chocolates and drinking champagne while the elder lapped at her wet pussy."

"Why you goddamned son of a bitch" the pastor screamed at the elder."You fucked my wife and were planning to have her leave me? You sorry piece of shit! After all I done for you? After all t he plans we made of how we'd blackmail all them other men and take their money. You two-timing son of a bitch. I thought we was friends for the rest of our lives. And the whole time you was lyin' to me and eatin' my wife's pussy. You had even agreed with me on how nasty that shit was and now I find you've been lickin' her and puttin' your worthless piece of shit dick inside her!"

"No, no" the elder said. "It's all a lie. Every word of it. There's no truth at all to it."

"I knew that was semen in her the first time" the preacher said. "It was your fuckin' semen cause you put it there when you fucked her, you son of a bitch adulterous bastard!"

Sneaking up from behind, the sheriff quickly snapped a shock collar on the elder's neck.

"What the fuck are you doin?" the man demanded. "I ain't no dog and I ain't wearin' no goddamned dog collar."

"It isn't a dog collar" the doctor said. "It's a shock collar and you're about to feel a gigantic surge of electricity hit your body it if you don't simmer down right this minute."

"Please don't shock me" the man begged. "I hate pain. "I'll do as you say, just please don't hurt me. I have a really low tolerance for pain. Help me understand what is going on here. I don't know what is going on. I feel so confused. I think maybe I fell earlier today and hit my head. If so, I can't possibly be responsible for anything that happened."

"You should've thought about that when you was dickin' my wife, you son of a bitch" the preacher said. "It don't take a genius to figure out that you raped her. A good woman like that would never have fucked you on her own. You must have raped her. She didn't do nothin' wrong. She never would."

"What the fuck is going on here?" P.T. asked very loudly in his booming voice. "Where the fuck is my son-in-law and what are you doing locking me up with a bunch of goddamned fucking idiots? Even that dumbass little Charlie has more brains in his nuts sac than every one of these idiots put together. I demand to see William. I am tired of this clown show and I demand you release me immediately."

"Yeah, well good luck with your demand, P.T.," the doctor said. "You won't be going anywhere any time soon. Let us not be distracted from the business at hand. I know Barrow's pussy is getting itchy for some cock so we need to move this right along. Bring the elder over to the preacher, please. "

The elder started to struggle but a quick shock sent him to his knees begging for the voltage to stop.

"That was easy enough" the doctor said. "There's plenty more where that came from, elder. That's a promise. Now suck your preacher's cock. Climb up on that table, hit your knees and suck his dick while we all watch you. We already got the son of a bitch tied down and his legs spread. All you have to do is get that dick hard and suck on it."

"No, I can't" the elder said. "I've never done that and I never will."

"Well, that's a fuckin' lie!" the preacher shouted. "I seen you suck your boy's dick. You was all in on doin' that after we started hidin' in the boy's room and watch him masturbate that almost hairless little cock. You think I didn't see that dick of yours causin' a tent in your fuckin' pants? You always wanted to be a cocksucker, you was just a chicken to try it till you saw your son beatin' his tiny little meat. Then you got the hunger for it. You couldn't resist it."

"You son of a bitch!" the elder shouted. "This is all on you! I'd never have laid a hand on my son if not for you. I may have thought about what a sexy boy he was and I might have even fantasized about what it would be like to watch my son touch himself. But I'd never have done it if you hadn't convinced me it was a father's job to make sure his son wasn't' whacking his dick into the eternal flames. Then when you got me addicted to him, you suddenly told me it had to stop or we'd both end up with the flames of Hell lappin' at us. You told me the only way to stop everything was to cut the boy. You lying, motherfucking son of a bitch. I fucking hate you and I'll hate you to the day I die. I didn't want any of this till you told me I could have it all."

He was hit with a long, high voltage shock which caused him to fall from the table. When the shock stopped he was begging and he began to scramble back up onto the table.

"Suck it" the doctor ordered. "Suck that dick and if it ain't hard in under two minutes, you'll get the worst shock yet. We hear you have a very talented tongue. Use it on that preacher dick."

Elder Hunts was sobbing as he began to work on the preacher's uncut dick, lapping at the head and retracting the foreskin with his hands, trying desperately to get the preacher hard.

"Don't do this, Elder," the preacher said. "It's a sin against God and you'll burn for it."

"I can't help that, preacher," the man said. "I can't take that electricity."

The preacher closed his eyes and tried to will himself soft, but the warm mouth of the elder would not permit it. Very shortly, the preacher had a full blown erection and the elder was taking the dick in his mouth to the hilt after some initial gagging.

"Okay, that's enough, elder" the doctor said.

"Sons of bitches!" the preacher said. "It was just startin' to feel good. If I'd've knowed he had a hot mouth on him like that, I'da had him suckin that dick a long time ago."

"Glad you enjoyed it, preacher," the doctor said. "But now playtime is just about over. You said earlier, that you would risk your own life to protect one of your flock. You'll have the opportunity to prove that real soon. "

The doctor ordered the elder to remove his boxers and he complied immediately, fearing further shocks. His nice cock was completely soft, the foreskin hanging down below his cockhead.

"That's a nice piece you got, elder" the doctor said. "No wonder the preacher's wife was moaning."

The preacher and the elder glared at him silently, having no idea what was about to happen.

"Lay down here on top of the preacher" the doctor ordered and the elder complied. "Now spread your legs, elder. I'm going to do a quick examination of your manhole."

The doctor moved to the foot of the table and began to examine Mr. Hunt's hairy hole. It was very pink on the inside, which the doctor noted. The man was obviously humiliated at being examined in this way but he said nothing. The doctor jabbed an index finger into his dry hole and he yelled out.

"Please don't do that" the man said. "It really hurts."

"Then you'll be glad you have a protector here" the doctor said. "Your preacher has said he would do anything to protect a member of his flock. Get up and bend over the table."

The doctor then untied the preacher and had him stand. The preacher could hardly move at first having been tied on his back for so long, but his motion came back pretty quickly as he was laid across the table, his hands and feet secured on each side. The men were now stretched side by side across the table, both their holes exposed.

"Okay, now" the doctor said. "Somebody's gonna get fucked in the ass."

Both men began to protest loudly but a quick shock shut the elder up.

"I think it should be the elder since he fucked the preacher's wife but I'm going to give the preacher a chance to prove that what he said earlier was true" the doctor said. "Preacher, will you take the dick for the elder so he won't have to experience it? Will you take a cock so that a member of your flock will not have to?'

The preacher was silent.

"Do you not remember what you said earlier?" the doctor asked.

"Of course I do" the preacher snapped. "But I didn't know it was gonna be this. This is sinful. It's against the Loed's nature and al that's holy. You didn't tell me it would involve a sin against our Lord. Why should I sacrifice for someone who has obviously committed adultery and raped my own dear wife?"

"Preacher, please don't let it be me" the elder begged. "I really do have a low pain tolerance. I don't believe I could take any dick at all inside of me. I never even imagined doing that. I think I'd have a heart attack. And I swear to God I didn't seduce or rape your wife. My intentions were pure when she came to me crying and reported you missing. I took her to the sheriff's office and we did the right thing, reporting that you had disappeared. Then when en I took her home, she became something entirely different. She told me how much she needed a man inside her. She told me how she suspected you might be into little boy dicks after she had found some pictures in your underwear drawer. I felt sorry for her when she told me you had always refused to lick her pussy. I just felt sorry for her and I let my guard down. I know it was wrong to fuck her. I know we trusted each other. It was just something that happened that I will always regret.""

"What the fuck about me?" the preacher shouted. "If you hadn't of been fuckin' my goddamned wife, neither one of us would be here right now."

"Aw, preacher, I'm not sure that's fair" the doctor said. "You'd probably have had your dick carved on by now if the elder hadn't come with us today."

The words had gradually made their way into t he elder's consciousness as he realized the imminent danger he was in.

"They were going to cut you" the elder asked the preacher. "That isn't possible. Nobody could be that..."

"Be that cruel, elder?" the doctor interrupted. "Is that what you were thinking? Yet you did it to your own son because your preacher told you to. Your very own fucking flesh and blood. Because this asshole fucking told you to. Because after stirring your own sexual interest in your son and encouraging your addition, he then changed courses and told you that you and he had to save your son and yourself. But that's enough of this bullshit. One of you is getting a big, dick in his asshole. Which one of you is it going to be, preacher. I need an answer now."

"Him" the preacher said. "I can't take it. I'm sorry, Elder Larry but I can't take any more right now. I been layin' on this fuckin' table all day long thinkin' they was gonna come in at any minute and start carvin' on my dick. I can't take any more. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry but it has to be you. You have to understand. I'm beggin' you to understand."

"Oh, I understand all right" the elder said. "I understand you're a lyin' thievin' charlatan. After I kept on donatin' money to your church and to the klavern every time you asked. I always stepped up. And this is what I get in return."

"It's only because of all the lies you told on me about cuttin' your boy" the preacher screamed at the man. "You know I didn't have nothin' to do with that" the preacher said. "And you had no business dickin' my wife! And puttin' your tongue in her nasty cunt! Obviously you liked to me about how you agreed that was the nastiest thing any man could do!"

"Bullshit! It's all a pack of goddamned lies. I didn't lay a finger on your wife until she told me it was what you would want me to do. She told me that you have always said if something happened to you to seek consolation with men in your church. I swear to God I wasn't trying to seduce her or anything. I thought I was doing what you'd want me to do. Please don't let them do this!" the elder screamed as he felt Greg Bentley's wet finger enter his hole. "Please don't do this. Please. I am beggin you. If I ever get free you are a fucking dead man."

Greg Bentley raised his klan robe exposing his dark legs and his big, thick black and very hard cock, throbbing at the thought of getting some ass. His thick dick meat was dripping sticky pre-cum and twitching, ready to do some serious fucking.

"Oh my God!" young Charlie shouted. "Them ain't klan. Them's nig..."

"You don't want to finish that word, you little fucker" the doctor said. "Not unless you want to be the next one on the table getting his brains fucked out of him!"

Elder Hunt screamed bloody murder as the thick, long black cock split his virgin hole open. Greg started pounding his ass immediately. The man was crying and begging him to please stop but that excited him even more as he reached around and clapped a hand over the man's mouth. Mr. Hunt was now sobbing as the big black cock pounded him deep and hard.

"Feel free to try that hole next to the elder if you want to" the doctor said. "I think the preacher's hole ought to be pretty tight too."

"No, no, no "the preacher yelled. "This ain't fair. You told me I got to choose. This ain't fair."

"You don't make the rules any more, preacher man!" the doctor said as Greg withdrew from the elder and stepped behind the preacher ramming his hard cock into the preacher's dry hole."

The preacher was now screaming in pain as the elder was just sobbing. Gerome Bentley walked around to the other side of the table and exposed his own hard, black cock. The elder began to suck it without even being told to, so fearful was he of being shocked.

"Get it wet, elder" the doctor said. "I think it may be going in your ass very shortly. That hole of yours is gaping pretty badly but I don't mind a little bit of a mess" the handsome black man said with a chuckle as the elder sobbed pitifully."

The elder just moaned around the big cock filling his mouth. Before long the black man pulled his cock out of the man's mouth and thrust it into his back door hole.

"I think there's room at the table for one more" the doctor said.

Randy walked over to Barrow and began to release his hands and feet.

"Get away from me! No, please, not me" Barrow begged. "I'm still sore. Them other boys have me wore raw. I can't take it."

Barrow too was afraid of being shocked so he didn't resist as the sheriff led him to the table, bending him over the table. Randy looked over and saw that young Charlie was again hard as a rock from watching all the sexual action.

"Ah yes, looks like Charlie's needing some action" the doctor said as he went and untied the boy leading him over to stand behind Barrow. "You may need to give it a quick lick because that hairy ass looks pretty dry."

Charlie bend down and licked barrow's hole twice and then he spit on it before he lined up his hard boycock and shoved it in. Barrow screamed as the dick went into his already sore, raw hole.

"Well, Barrow, I was thinking you were a little bit brighter than the rest of this group of idiots" P.T. said. "I guess I was wrong. So were you when you said you were glad to see these klan members cause you were positive this would mean a rescue. These aren't your klan friends. These are niggers in sheep's clothing, you fucking idiot. You stupid fucking idiot."

He then let out a belly laugh as he watched the three men getting their asses fucked. Randy walked over and untied Mr. Print, leading him to the table in front of the three men getting fucked.

"We've ignored you today, Mr. Print," the doctor said. "So sorry but we'll make up for it. Looks like it's time for a dressing change for you."

"Oh no, please, the man begged, attempting to shield his crotch from the sheriff, who knocked his hands out of the way. He then took both the man's hands in one of his and held them behind him as, with his other hand he began to pull the dried, bloody, crusty gauze off his dick. The elder had not seen this and he began to gag. That set off the preacher, who joined him. Barrow was refusing to look, just sobbing as Charlie continue his assault on his hairy hole.

"Watch, Barrow!" the doctor commanded. "Charlie, get a handful of his hair and pull his head up. Make him watch!"

Charlie did as instructed, grabbing a large handful of Barrow's hair and pulling hard, making the man scream in pain as the boy pulled his head back. Mr. Print continued his blood-curdling scream as the sheriff pulled the gauze off his mutilated cock. Then he screamed even louder as the sheriff poured alcohol onto his bleeding prick.

"It's never gonna heal if you keep this up" Mr. Print complained as he sobbed.

"Yeah, that's the whole point of this" the doctor said. "You have this to look forward to every day for a while. But it will eventually develop enough scar tissue to heal. That's when we'll have to think about cutting you again and starting it all over."

The man was sobbing.

"Hey, I'm getting' close to loadin' this hole" Greg said, as he thrust his cock into the hole harder.

"I'm close too" his brother said.

"I ain't far behind you" Charlie said.

All three began to pound their dicks into the wailing victims even more energetically as they raced to be the first to shoot their cum loads. They all filled their victim's holes within two minutes and each moved to the other side of the table to let the man each had fucked clean his dick using only their tongues and their mouths.

"Can't you just leave us alone now?" Barrow begged. "Haven't you put us through enough of this hell for now?"

"Oh my, Mr. Barrow," the doctor said. "We're just getting started."

Barrow and Charlie were taken back to their places on the wall and secured again. Mr. Print was taken back to his place and tied in once his gauze change was finished. He was still sobbing from the burning pain.

"I have an apology to make" the doctor said. "I fear my manners were not what they should have been as I didn't really introduce our guests properly to all of you. I think you all probably figured out that our first guest was Reverend Smith's lovely slut of a wife."

"Fuck you, asshole!" the preacher shouted. "You got no right to say that about my woman."

The doctor chuckled as he continued.

"The second guest is a rather prominent local businessman" the doctor said as Mr. Hunt glared at him from his position seated on the altar table beside the preacher. Mr. Larry Hunt is the owner of an independent insurance agency in our town which he opened with considerable financial assistance from his father-in-law, from whom he has managed to hide substantial amounts of cash which he planned to use to start a new life with the preacher's wife. He is married to a Roman Catholic wife, Patty, who has only kept him around because of his talent for eating pussy."

Mr. Hunt groaned at this, regretting his bragging about his own expertise to the preacher's wife earlier.

"Mr. Hunt is also an elder in Preacher Smith's Church, the Church of the Last Days with Signs Following or some shit like that" he said with a laugh which was shared by the captors.

"When you mock me, you also mock the lord!" the preacher shouted.

"Amen, praise Jehovah!" Mr. Hunt shouted.

Quick shocks knocked both men to the floor where they remained.

"Mr. Hunt is also the father of a handsome teen son who happens to wish he were dead" the doctor said." The boy has begged his mother to leave his father but so far she has stayed, probably because of Mr. Hunt's talent for eating that pussy. Elder Hunt was so under the influence of Preacher Smith that he allowed himself to be convinced that his son's sexual exploration of his own body would lead him to the flames of hell. Elder Hunt removed the door from his son's room and then eventually proceeded to join the preacher in performing a circumcision on his own son at the blasted fucking church house with no anesthesia, whatsoever, terrorizing his own fucking son. Elder Hunt is a living, breathing piece of shit who tortured and sliced his own son. Could any human creature be lower? I think not."

Mr. Hunt and the preacher were sobbing, but not for the Hunt lad. They had been humiliated and embarrassed by being fucked in the butt and forced to clean the cocks that fucked them with their mouths.

"It might be fitting to crucify both of these men t o a cross in the hot burning sun but that option is not available to us. What is it your Bible says about and eye for an eye?"

"Yes, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a..." the reverend said, stopping mid-phrase because he realized what the doctor was leading to.

"No, please, the preacher said.

"They won't do that" the elder said. "They know they'll be arrested."

"No, I don't think so" the preacher said.

Elder Hunt wanted to tell the preacher and the other prisoners that one of the men in the klan robes was the sheriff but he seemed to have lost his voice. He had figured out what was coming as the sheriff brought out four of the heavy leather cuffs and ordered the preacher to put them on the elder.

"No, please" the preacher said. "Don't make me do this. I could never live with myself. He is a member of my flock. I simply cannot do this."

"Thank you, Preacher Smith" the elder said."

"Put the cuffs on him" the doctor said. "Now."

He hesitated and got a long, hard shock. He began to scramble but the elder had jumped up and run for the door. They laughed as he turned the handle frantically but it wouldn't budge.

"There's no escaping here, Elder Hunt," the doctor said.

The man began to frantically run around the building looking for some path to escape. There was none and he just began to tire himself out. The preacher was again sitting on the table, sobbing.

"Please don't make me dot his" the preacher begged as Greg got the elder with his wrists behind him and led him to the table, helping the preacher put leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Randy brought the rope and they secured the man lengthwise on the table, just as the preacher had been secured earlier. The preacher started to walk back to his place on the wall beside his brother. The man on the table struggled but he was no match for the other men.

"Preacher, tell your elder what's about to happen." the doctor said.

"Brother Larry, I'm afraid that they're going to circumcise you" the preacher said. "I'm very sorry but it ain't really my fault. It's just something that happened."

"Of course it's your fault, you ignorant motherfucker!" the elder screamed. "If you'd never come to that fuckin' church fillin' our heads with that bullshit, I wouldn't be here right now. I'd be safe at home with my family, probably enjoying a movie after having a nice dinner. It is indeed your fucking fault, you worthless, sorry asshole. I doubt my heart will hold up to this so when I die tonight it's on you goddamned fucking asshole! What I want to know is were you dicking my wife all this time? She's the one who kept after me to attend that fucking church. She wanted me to go with her to the Catholic Church but I wanted nothing to do with all those sissy-assed men parading around in their fucking dresses. She told me you came by our house with a flyer one day inviting us to church. Were you secretly fucking my wife? Is this all just a fucking set up? I thought I could trust you. You know we had a plan, you and I. I don't know what to fucking believe now. Am I losing my motherfucking goddamned mind?"

"I know you're going to try to pass out when that sharp blade makes the first cut into your tender cock meat, Elder, but let me make something clear" the doctor said. "Any time you pass out, we'll take a break. We'll pour cold water on you until you wake up and start again. If you stay conscious, it won't take nearly as long so this is largely up to you. "

Please, please, I am begging you" the elder begged. "Please do not do this. I will give you anything I have. My house my cash, my business, my son, my wife. Any of you want. Just say the word."

"I don't want any of your stuff, r. Hunt," the doctor said. "You don't have anything I want or need. But I will give you one last chance here. If your preacher is willing to lay down here and get cut, you can be spared."

"Noooooooooooooooooo!" the preacher wailed. "Don't do that. Don't ask me to do that, elder. Please don't. My pain tolerance is even lower than yours. I wouldn't survive."

"Okay this is your last chance, preacher" the doctor said. "Who gets cut? Will it be you or your elder and member of your flock?"

"He does" the preacher answered.

"You worthless, lying son of a bitch" the elder said as he began to sob.

The doctor moved to the foot of the table and made sure the preacher was beside him. "Untie his hands" the doctor said. "I want to pull him down lower so his legs are hanging off the table. Very nice hairy legs you have there, elder and a beautiful, thick bush. You guys can hold his arms down and I'll retie his feet. I want you to look in his eyes as he feels the cold, sharp blade cut into his flesh, preacher."

"Noooo" the elder screamed again as they got him perfectly positioned.

"Now hold really still, Elder, or I could accidentally cut your dick off too" the doctor sad.

"Oh please no" the man said. "I can't believe you're really doing this to me. Please, please stop this. I beg of you. I'll do anything. Any fucking thing in this whole motherfucking world if you'll just stop this. Please."

He screamed as the doctor had the preacher pull his foreskin down as far as he could and the doctor marked it with a marker. The felt tip of the marker was cold and the elder mistook it for the cold blade as he started to scream. The elder couldn't see what was happening, as the doctor ran a stainless steel probe inside the foreskin to make sure it was loose. Then he had the preacher pull it down again as far as it would go and he began to slice with his razor-sharp scalpel.

Mr. Hunt screamed but he didn't move, afraid his dick might be amputated accidentally. He continued to scream as the doctor cut the foreskin off.

"Oh, Goddamn!" the man screamed. "I'm dying here" he sobbed.

"I wonder if your boy said the same thing when he was going through this" the doctor said quietly as the man continued to cry out, begging them to stop.

"Can't you shut this group of shrieking pussies up?" P.T. said. "I've never heard the like in my life."

Shut the fuck up, old man," the preacher said. "Can't you see they've sliced part of my friend's dick off?"

"I ain't your friend, you son of a bitch!" Mr. Hunt screamed at the preacher. "You talk real big about all the sacrifices you'll make for any of us but the truth is that you're nothing but a goddamned coward. A lying motherfucking coward! Every bit of this is your fault! After we did this to my kid I knew he'd end up telling somebody what we'd done. But you kept saying he'd be too embarrassed to tell a soul! Well, you were wrong again, asshole! The way he moped around the house afterward, even after I sent my wife away, I kept telling you he'd tell sooner or later and now it's happened. And then when she found the bloody sheets on his bed and I had to tell lie after lie after fucking lie, knowing she didn't believe a word of it. I was terrified she'd go to the cops and she would have if I hadn't licked that pussy so good. She knew she couldn't live without me licking that pussy most every fucking day. I used to love doing that but I got sick of it because she held what you and I did to our son over my head. She'd walk in, drop her panties and lay back on our bed. She wouldn't even say a word. She'd just snap her fucking fingers and point to her pussy. I knew what I had to do and I did it to protect the both of us. And who had to pay? I don't see your goddamned cock bleeding and part of it on the fucking floor. I told you we should have killed the boy because he was going to talk but no, you were so fucking sure he'd keep his yapper shut. Now I'm the one who had to pay."

"What did you just say, Elder asshole?" the doctor asked. "I swear I heard you say you wanted to kill your own son to keep him quiet."

"No, that isn't what I said" Mr. Hunt said, realizing he had talked too much.

"Yes, it is what you said" the doctor said. "That means both of you could go down for attempted murder and conspiracy. This is much worse than the assault charges you'd have been facing for cutting the boy."

"I was never a part of that" the preacher said. "I am a preacher of the holy word of God Almighty! Who could ever believe that I would kill a young boy? It is just not believable. Elder Hunt suggested we might need to kill his boy but I was never for that. He talked about how maybe we should kill his son and his wife to keep things quiet. He said he had a lot of insurance on his wife and said he could buy a big policy on his son. He was talkin' over a million dollars life insurance on his son which would pay double if it was an accident. He even talked about how we could make it look like he'd accidentally drowned in their swimmin' pool and how we could do his wife too makin' it look like she'd tried to rescue him. He had several plans on ways to kill his own fuckin' family."

"You lying son of a bitch!" the elder said. "You said if I thought it was necessary you'd help me do it. Then I chickened out. You were all in to do it! Can't any of you see I'm dying here? I've never had such pain in my life."

"This is nothing, you evil son of a bitch" the doctor said. "The cutting has just begun for this night."

The doctor reached for his bag and applied shaving cream to the man's thick pubes and his nut sac. The man on the table was attempting to kick and move away but his legs were tied tight and both the muscular black Bentley brothers were practically sitting on his chest.

"I really can't take any more pain" the man said. "I mean it. What the fuck are you doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough" the doctor said, as he began to shave the man's pubic region.

Randy brought a bowl of water for him to rinse his razor in. He had figured out the doctor's next move and it was something they had discussed earlier. The doctor completely removed the man's pubic patch and shaved his nut sac clean. Mr. Hunt was now hairless as a newborn from just below his navel to his thighs. The man continued to struggle and ask what he was doing but the doctor worked silently.

"I suspect you will be passing out soon when I open your nut sac and take the testicles out" the doctor said in a matter of fact manner.

"Oh hell no!" Mr. Hunt shrieked. "You evil Nazi bastard, get your hands off of me."

"One more fucking remark like that and I'll cut your dick off too" the doctor said. "If you don't believe it just try me. One more word and if you keep that shit up, I'll gladly slit your fucking throat too. Just try me."

"For your information, Elder Hunt, the doctor was in a Nazi concentration camp as a prisoner for several years" the sheriff said. "He don't take well to bein' called the names of them w ho tormented him and killed him and his wife's entire families."

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that?" Elder Hunt screamed. "I wish they'd gassed the motherfucking bastard so he couldn't do this to me!"

The man knew he had gone too far and he began to sob. He screamed as he felt the blade slice into the tender skin of his nut sac. He then passed out as the doctor pulled both testicles out of the sac, cut both cords, put them in a stainless steel pan and began to sew the sac back together.

The preacher was crying loudly.

"Goddammit, P.T.," Barrow said angrily, "you told us they didn't have the balls to do anything like this. You were wrong. You said they were all a bunch of cowards like your pussyboy son in law. They don't have limits. They'll end up nutting every single one of us or doing even worse."

P.T. seemed surprised at what had occurred and remained quiet. Jack Smith was visibly shaken, especially knowing that he was guilty of the same action for which the elder had been punished tonight. Mr. Print was still out of it, sobbing in pain. The preacher continued sobbing, mostly for what he now realized was eventually going to happen to him.

The doctor packed a wad of gauze and taped it to the man's now smooth pubic area. There was very little bleeding after the procedure but the area remained covered in blood that was spilled during the procedure. They managed to get the man's boxer shorts back on him and carried him out to the Lincoln, placing him on the front seat. They all went back in to make sure the men were secured and left them again in darkness, most sobbing audibly. They checked the trunk and Mrs. Smith was just starting to awaken so they left her there and headed for the elder's home. They all removed the klan robes and handed them to Greg. The doctor began to gradually feed the still-unconscious elder little sips of bourbon from a small bottle he had brought for this purpose.

"You are quite an accomplished surgeon, doctor" Greg said. "You've got some real skills for a general practitioner."

"A country doctor in a solo practice has to learn to do a number of things big city docs don't have to bother with" the doctor said.

"I've seen some experienced surgeons that didn't have your skills, doctor" Greg said.

A discussion ensued and the doctor learned that Greg had completed two years of medical school, terminated when the boy was drummed out for participating in racial protests.

"That's insane" the doctor said. "We have a real shortage of good doctors all over this country. Have you ever thought about going back?"

"Actually my brother and I have been talking about it a lot, wondering if it might be a possibility now that our situation has changed."

"Son, if it's something that interest you, get your transcripts and come and talk to me" the doctor said. "If it's something you want to do I think I can help make it happen."

They had gone by to get Randy's car from the preacher's house and Gerome had driven it, parking at the far end of the long driveway at the Hunt Home. All the lights were off. Randy assumed that Mrs. Hunt and the boy had gone to bed since it was a school night. He quietly drove the Lincoln into the circular driveway with the lights off, parking right at the front door. He then moved the elder, who now reeked of bourbon, into the driver's seat, his body slumped over the steering wheel. The sheriff then crept up and hit the doorbell several times and took off for his car at the other end of the driveway. They sped away just as lights were turned on in the home. The sped down to the jail and walked in just as the deputy was frantically searching for the squad car keys.

"I just had a call" the deputy said frantically, as he found the squad car keys in his pocket. "There's been an apparent stabbing at a home out on Cloverdale. It's the Hunt home and the woman says her husband has been stabbed and left in his car."

"I'll cover it, deputy," the sheriff said. "You need to be here since we got a prisoner. The Bentleys and the doc and I just finished a little poker game so the timing is great. We was all headin' home but I'll go look into this and give you a call back. Randy took the keys to the squad car and he and the doctor got in. He gave the Bentley boys the keys to his car so they could drive to the sheriff's house and retrieve their car.

"Just let Gerry spend the night with the boys" the sheriff said. "I saw he brought a suitcase. You guys head on to the hotel and have a nice, cold beer. Great job tonight!"

They headed out as the sheriff and the doctor headed to the Hunt home. When they arrived every light in the house appeared to be on. Mrs. Hunt was standing beside the shiny new Lincoln, as was her son. It was indeed Phillip, the boy with whom the sheriff had an intimate encounter at the lake earlier in the afternoon. Randy had been fairly certain it was the same kid but wasn't positive until now. The kid obviously recognized him from the lake and his eyes widened.

"Hello, son," Randy said. "I'm Sheriff Gaylor. Why don't you take your mother in the house while the doctor and I get your dad out of the car?"

The sheriff gave him a small smile and winked at him. The boy smiled in return knowing the man was not going to blow his cover.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "Come on, mom."

He led her into the house as he and the doctor lifted Mr. Hunt and took him inside. The woman had spread a quilt on a large, overstuffed sofa in the living room and they laid him there. The front of his boxer shorts was covered in blood, as was his very furry tummy.

"Son, are you okay with this, son?" he sheriff asked the handsome young boy. "It's not a pretty sight, I'm afraid."

"I'm fine" the boy said. "Really I am."

They removed his boxer shorts, revealing his shaved pubic area covered in congealing blood and his gauze-wrapped dick, the gauze already becoming crusty.

"What in the name of God?" the woman asked "I thought he had been stabbed when I saw all the blood but now I'm not so sure."

"No ma'am, it is definitely not a stabbing" the doctor said. "Somebody performed surgery on your husband, Mrs. Hunt. I'm afraid it was an amateur job and not a very good one. I assume your husband was not circumcised before this evening?"

"No, he wasn't" the woman said. "I didn't know much about his family except they were Pentecostal and didn't much go for that kind of thing. He always said we shouldn't tamper with God's creations so I figured that was his thinking although we never discussed it. He wasn't much for those kinds of discussions."

"Which church did he attend?" the sheriff asked. "If you don't mind my asking."

"Of course not, sheriff" she said. "I think it was called the Church of the Latter Days or Last Days or something with Signs to Follow. I'm not at all sure because I never set foot there."

"I understand, ma'am" the sheriff said.

"Could I get a couple of warm washcloths and a basin of water, please" the doctor asked.

"Of course" the woman said. "Phillip, would you mind?"

"Of course not" the boy said politely as he went for the items.

The boy brought the items back and the doctor thanked him and the doctor began to wipe the blood away.

"Fortunately there's no active bleeding" the doctor said. "Whoever stitched him up did a passable job. Anyone who sews could do that. The bad news is that this is not just a circumcision. Mrs. Hunt, I'm afraid that your husband has had his testicles removed."

"Oh my God, who would do that?" she said. "Do we need to get him to a hospital?"

"There is no indication for hospitalization" the doctor said. The nearest hospital is in Mount Airy. They wouldn't do anything for him that we can't do here. About the only thing we can do is to manage his pain and that should be a simple matter. We certainly can't replace his testicles even if we knew where they are."

"So you're saying someone circumcised my dad's peter and cut his nuts off?" the boy asked.

"That's right, son," the doctor said. "That's it in a nutshell."

"Did you find any more of his clothing in the car?" the sheriff asked.

"No, sir" the woman answered "but I really didn't look. I was so stunned when I found him and all the blood. I can't imagine who would've just left him here, ringing the doorbell. Whoever it was obviously wanted us to find him. Phillip, would you be a darling and go and check please?"

The boy took off and was only gone for a moment when he came running back inside.

"Sheriff" the boy said excitedly. "It sounds like someone's in the trunk of dad's car. It sounds like they're pounding and trying to get out. I almost opened it but then I thought it could be the person who did this or they could have a gun or a knife or some kind of weapon."

"You did the right thing, son," the sheriff said. "I'll go and check."

"We'll come with you" the woman said, rushing out behind the sheriff.

Randy flipped the button beside the driver's seat and the trunk opened revealing, of course, a totally naked woman who was looking pretty rough at this point. Her once neatly-coiffed hair was now hanging down at her neck and her makeup was badly smudged.

"Why, that's your preacher's wife!" the sheriff said as he helped the nude woman out of the trunk. She seemed dazed, unaware of her surroundings.

"Where's Larry" Beverly Smith was asking. "Where's my darling Larry? My sweet pussy slurping Larry?"

"I hate to say this but I think I smell liquor on her just like I did on Mr. Hunt" the doctor said.

"I noticed that too, doctor, but my husband has never been much of a drinker" Mrs. Hunt said. "Michael, I think it's time for you to go to your room. You don't need to see any of this."

"You don't know shit about dad when it comes right down to it" the son said angrily. "Not a goddamned thing about who that son of a bitch really is!"

"Phillip, you will watch your mouth and I mean it" the boy's mother snapped angrily.

The boy raised a middle finger to his mother and ran back into the house as the naked woman continued to cry for her boyfriend who also happened to be the other woman's husband.

"What's that all about?" the sheriff asked. "Are there problems between your husband and your son?"

"I don't really think that's germaine to this conversation" the woman snapped. "Private family matters are absolutely none of your business."

"With all due respect, I need answers to my questions" the sheriff said. "I'll make decisions as to what is or is not germaine to this conversation. It ain't up to you. You can answer my questions here or we can go down to the jail and you can answer `em. It's up to you, Mrs. Hunt."

"Every family has things they don't want to talk about" the woman said. "Some things are just not to be discussed with strangers."

"Mrs. Hunt, your husband had part of his dick cut off and his balls cut out" the sheriff said. "It is my job to get information regarding this. We now have a nekkid woman crawling out of your husband's trunk with both of them smelling like breweries. I saw your husband with this woman earlier in the day. Is it possible they could have been together all day?

"Absolutely not!" the woman said. "My husband is an extremely hard worker and an excellent provider for our son and me. You see this house and this pool and this manicured yard. I think I know my own husband, sheriff."

"Stop covering for the asshole" the son said. "I'm sick of it and I won't take it any longer. I don't want to stay here anymore. Please, sheriff, is there anywhere I can go? I'm tired of watching my own mother act like an idiot because her husband is good in bed. She just stays with him because she likes the way he licks her pussy. It's the truth, sheriff."

"Phillip, stop it right now! I mean stop it" the woman shouted.

"I don't think the boy needs to stay here tonight" the sheriff said. "Is he sixteen?"

"Yes, he recently turned sixteen" the woman said.

"Then there's nothing you can do to make him stay here" the sheriff said. "I'm sure the boy is upset seeing his father like this. I have a couple of boys. Let me see if he would like to go home and stay at our place tonight. My boys love having guests."

Well..." she hesitated. "I'm not so sure about that. He might want to talk about..."

"Talk about what, Mrs. Smith?" the sheriff asked. "If your boy needs to talk, the doctor lives with us and if it's something more troubling I'm sure Dr. Foster can find an appropriate counselor even at t his late hours."

"I'm sure as hell not staying here" the boy said. "I'm going upstairs to pack and I will go with the she riff. I will not stay under the same roof with this fuckabout and the cunt who enables him for another night."

"I don't know what's going on here, ma'am" the sheriff said "but I get a strong impression you're minimizing what is a very real problem. I am taking Preacher Smith's wife to jail to spend the night and I'll be glad to do the same with your husband. Perhaps then your son would choose to stay here."

"I just can't do that" she said. "I can take care of Larry and it's my duty to do so."

"Even if he has spent the whole afternoon with that woman?" the sheriff asked.

Phillip had returned with his packed bag.

"I heard that conversation, mom" the boy said sadly. "You always chose him over me. You always have and you always will."

"Son that simply isn't true" the woman said. "I love you both. Why I've built my life around the two of you. Sheriff, I just don't believe my husband would be unfaithful to me" the woman said. "He's not perfect but he has been a good provider. I simply do not believe he would ever stray from our marriage bed and I think it's my obligation to take care of him."

"I'm very afraid you may be making a mistake you will regret but it is your choice, ma'am," the sheriff said as he helped Mrs. Smith into the back of the squad car.

The doctor got in beside her after handcuffing her and Phillip got into the seat beside the sheriff. "Philip, don't you want to give your mother a good-bye hug?" the woman asked her son.

"No, I don't think so" the boy said, sliding closer to the sheriff. "I think I'm as done with you as I am with the son of a bitch you keep around to lick your cunt."

The woman looked absolutely stunned as the sheriff pulled away from the beautiful home. They dropped off Mrs. Smith to the jail and told Barney to put her in a cell by herself. Then they headed home.

"Sheriff, I'm really sorry about getting so mad with my mom tonight" the boy said. "It was really rude. I'm sorry I allowed her to get under my skin and I apologize for being so rude in front of you and the doctor."

"Son, I think in this case your anger is understandable" the sheriff said. "The doctor knows what happened to you. He's spent a considerable amount of time with Kurt too. I hope you guys will find some time to talk cause I think it might be really helpful. And I want you to know something else. Whenever you are ready to go home, it that is what you want to do, we will all support you. You are also welcome to stay with us as long as you like. I really mean that, kid!"

It was almost eleven when they got home.

"Son, I think it would be okay for you to have a skip day tomorrow if you'd like that" the sheriff said to Phillip. "I think the doctor and I will be paying a pretty early visit to check on your paw and then we need to go by the preacher's house to collect some evidence. I think you could join us if you'd like to. Or you can go to school. It's your decision."

"I think I'd like to go with you guys if it's okay" the boy said. "I feel a little shakier than I realized earlier. The thought of facing the kids at school is pretty scary."

"Son, you have every right to feel shaky all that happened tonight" the doctor said. "But you need to know that none of the kids at school will know about anything that happened tonight. None of the boys here need to know anything unless you plan to share that information. There is another adult who lives here. His name is William. Doc and I will tell him about everything that happened but you needn't worry. He'll be totally supportive of you. I'll call Principal Whaley in the morning and tell him you are with me and ask that you be excused. I'll also arrange for him to collect any assignments you might need from your teachers."

"Thank you, sheriff" Phillip said as they walked into the silent house.

"I bet all the boys are down in the guest house" the sheriff said as he led the way out on the patio, across the pool area and into the pool house. Everything was quiet and only night lights lit the area. Mark, Jimmy, and Gerry were in Doc's bed sound asleep. In the next bedroom, the really big bed, were Kurt and Rafe cuddling with Pepe, Dopie and Billy Paul. All of them were sleeping soundly. The sheriff, doc and Phillip left and went back to the main house.

"Do they always sleep together?" Phillip asked. "Everyone looked so peaceful."

"That's h9ow it is around here" the doctor said. "We pretty much sleep together but sometimes in different combinations. I think you'll find that we aren't at all territorial. All of us have our own bedrooms, but it's so much nicer to sleep with someone."

"I haven't slept with anyone since I was a baby" the boy said.

"You can have your own bedroom tonight or you can share a bed."

"Who would I share with?" the boy asked.

"Either of us" the doctor said.

"Or both of us" the sheriff said.

"I think I like that last option" Phillip said with a sweet smile.

"I can use a quick shower" the sheriff said. "You guys want to join me?"

"Sounds great to me" the doctor said as he began to remove his clothes.

"You mean shower together" Phillip asked. "At the same time?"

"Unless you'd rather not" the sheriff said. "We can go one at a time if you're more comfortable with that. We have a lot of showers in this house."

"Oh no, sir" the boy said. "I always thought it would be fun to shower with my dad but I knew he'd never allow it. All of us boys at school were taken out of P.E. at school when we started to grow pubes. Preacher Smith told our dads he thought it was a bad thing for boys to be together naked like that. He was sure it would lead to masturbating."

"He was probably right about that" the doctor chuckled. "What he got wrong was that there's anything wrong with boys having fun together. If jerking off killed you, there'd be no men left alive on this planet."

They all enjoyed a laugh as the men hurriedly undressed. Phillip seemed to be taking his time.

"Son, are you sure about this?" the doctor said. "If you'd rather have a private shower, it is fine. You need to understand something if you're going to hang out here. No boy should ever, ever do anything he isn't comfortable with. That's a hard and fast rule and one of the few we enforce. If you ever get uncomfortable with something going on around you, speak up. Nobody will judge you for it. That's a promise."

At that point, the doctor had taken off his jockey shorts, revealing his cut cock in its nest of dark hair scattered with gray. Phillip seemed to be unable to look away from it.

"I've never seen one like mine before" the boy said. "I felt like I was the only one. But yours looks a lot like mine and you seem fine with it."

"You mean my cut cock? The doctor asked. "I am fine with it son" the doctor said. "It still works just great and that's the important thing. Are you comfortable now with me seeing yours? I'd be glad to help you out of those briefs."

"I'd like that a lot" the boy said.

The doctor knelt before the handsome boy who was now wearing only a pair of white briefs. He slowly took the waistband in his fingers and began to pull the briefs down the boy's legs. He revealed a thick brown bush above the boy's flaccid penis and almost no hair on the thighs. The boy's nut sac was bright pink and smooth with only a few scattered brown hairs. The boy's cock was hardening rapidly and looked to be a good six and a half inches as the big head hardened, expanded and turned redder.

"That's a beautiful cock you've got, son," the doctor said. "Let's get you in the shower and I'd love to help you wash it."

"I'd really like that a lot, sir" the boy answered with a smile. "Thank you."

Randy dropped his boxers and they all got into the hot shower. The doctor took the soap and began to soap the boy's chest as the sheriff did the same with the boy's back. Phillip loved the feeling of being naked with the men and the feeling of having their hands on him. Doc raised the boy's thin arms and lathered his pits with their already-thick growth of brown hair. He also soaped the hairs just beginning to grow around the boy's nipples.

"You're gonna be a regular bear before long, boy" the doctor said. "I think you may be hairier than me or the sheriff once all's said and done."

The boy had begun to relax and enjoy the attention he was getting. It was new to him and he loved the feeling of other male bodies near his own. The doctor knelt behind him and began to soap his round butt cheeks, already lightly haired and as were the backs of his thighs. He teased the boy's hole with a soapy finger and Phillip giggled.

"That feels really good" the boy said. "I sure am glad I came home with you guys."

"We're glad you did too, son" the doctor said as he rinsed the boy.

"I'd enjoy doing this all night but we do have an early morning tomorrow" Randy said. "We probably ought to be getting' in the bed. Those boys downstairs got to bed early which means they'll probably be getting' up early too. This mornin' they were all in the pool for a mornin' swim. I think that could become a habit around here.

Randy and the doctor sat on the bed as the boy stood between them and they gently toweled his body. His skin was creamy and perfect. When he was dry, he got his toothbrush from his bag and joined them in the bathroom to brush side by side, still naked. They went to bed naked with the boy in the middle. They all lay silently, on their backs, barely touching for a few minutes. Then the doctor felt a hand on his furry thigh.

"You want to do some exploring, son?" the man asked. "Go right ahead. I was hoping you might be interested cause I sure do want to explore that body of yours. Do as much or as little as you want to."

The doctor put an arm around the boy and rolled him over on top of him. They were lying face to face, hairy body to smooth body and cock to cock when they just started kissing. It was passionate, the boy and the man hungry. Randy rolled onto his side and began to stroke the boy's smooth back and his round buttocks.

"Enjoy that, son" the sheriff said. "Enjoy your first taste of a man. You'll likely not forget this night so enjoy as much and as long as you want to. I know that preacher and your own paw did things to hurt you but I promise you that will never happen around here. That's my promise to you, son."

The sheriff moved to his knees between the pair's outstretched legs and began to lick the boy's pink, hot hole. Phillip sighed as he continued to battle tongues with the handsome doctor. The sheriff parted the boy's legs a little farther and began to lick his smooth nut sac, then dragging his tongue down to the boy's hole and back. Philip was moaning with pleasure. The sheriff was able to raise the boy's butt enough that he could get his tongue on the doctor's hairy sac and he heard the doctor begin to moan as they continue to kiss. Randy went back and forth from one to the other

Doc, I think this boy's cock is hard to the point of busting" the sheriff said. "I had a taste earlier today. I think it's only you get a taste now if you'd like that."

"I'd love a taste of that beautiful boycock!" the doctor said Randy lifted Phillip up so that he was kneeling with a knee on each side of the doctor's head and his hard boycock right at the doctor's mouth. The doctor started to nibble and lick as the boy gasped in pleasure. When the doctor engulfed the boy's cock all the way into his throat, he let out a short yelp. Randy then moved down between the doctor's hairy legs and began to lick and suck on his hairy nuts and his hard, cut cock. The doctor was already oozing pre-cum and Randy didn't think it would take him long at all before busting his nut. He enveloped the doctor' cock in his mouth and began to suck on it in earnest. The doctor was thrusting in and out of the sheriff's mouth and the sheriff could see the boy was doing the same to the doctor's mouth. This only went on for a couple of minutes when Randy felt the doctor grip his head and push him down on the hard cock, holding him still. Randy realized the boy was shooting into the doctor's mouth too.

They all collapsed and Randy moved up beside them in the bed. Eventually Phillip rolled over onto his back between the men. He snuggled up to Randy and put his head on his hairy chest. The doctor turned on his side and put an arm around the boy with his hand ending up in the sheriff's treasure trail. In minutes they were all asleep and the only noise in the room was from the ticking of the grandfather clock.