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62

Once back in the car the guys had laugh about the vile straight Mr. Hunt begging to be fingerfucked.

"I have a feeling his ass will be in jail before too long" the sheriff said. "I don't know if you guys noticed, but he really didn't seem too upset when he was told all of his accounts were frozen. That tells me he may have all this cash he's embezzled and all the money he embezzled hid out somewhere. I don't much think he'd bury it or anything but I do think I better go by the bank and tell them they are to let me know if he or his wife try to access a safe deposit box or any of their accounts and I think I better execute a search warrant and take any expensive jewelry or cash out of that house. I may be underestimatin' the asshole but I don't think he's a genius."

"I wish I could hang around to watch him beg for a big old cock to get stuck in him" Johnny laughed. "It's just a matter of time till that happens given the way he was enjoying those fingers. I wonder if his wife or his girlfriend will be willing to do that for him."

"I seriously doubt it cause fingerfucking your husband will ruin an expensive manicure" the doctor said. "I haven't been around either of them for very long but my impression is that both his wife and the preacher's wife were hanging on for what he could provide. Both have talked about how he was a lousy fuck but knew how to perform great oral sex."

"I think you're right about that, Doc," the sheriff said. "His wife and his girlfriend have indicated they could care less about his dick and what he does with it. They both just likes the way he licks a puss. And if I understand right about what you was sayin' he ain't likely to even want to provide that service once he uses up them hormones that's left in his body."

"That's right" the doctor said. "His sex drive will diminish pretty quickly until it's practically non-existent. His only hope for really achieving any kind of sexual pleasure in the long term is to keep his prostate as healthy as possible. That won't be easy for a man who identifies as a straight male because straight males generally regard anal sex as something to be ashamed of when they are on the receiving end."

"I know it may be bad, but I really don't care if he ends up sellin' his ass down at the local truckstop" Randy chuckled. "He don't even deserve that. I'd enjoy seein' the son of a bitch out in the parkin lot around all them eighteen wheelers holdin' up a sign advertisin' discount manpussy."

"I wonder if my granddad is still screaming at the top of his lungs" Johnny said. "Before all this happened, that sound would have broken my heart. But when I heard that evil son of a bitch admit he had planned on having my dad and my baby brother killed, it changed something in me."

"We have a little time here so we can run by and see how it's goin' there if you'd like" Randy said. "We probably need to drain a little piss out of Thor anyway. We don't his bladder bustin' before we deal him more misery."

"That would be great if we have the time" Johnny said.

They headed the car to the converted slave quarters where the prisoners were being held. They entered the building but held off on turning on the lights. The men always thought, when they heard people entering the building, that it might be people coming to rescue them. They always got hopeful, then it was fun to dash their hopes when the lights were turned on. Today was no exception. As soon as they entered, the Smith brothers demanded to know who was there. In the silence, it seemed even young Charlie became hopeful that they might be rescued. Once the others started talking and asking questions, P.T.'s muffled screams could be heard from the nailed-up wooden coffin.

"Please get me the fuck out of here" P.T. screamed, his voice now hoarse from screaming for hours.

Randy switched on the bright lights focused on the wooden box on the altar table in the center of the room. The men had their high hopes immediately crushed and began to moan.

"I'm sorry you fellows ain't happy to see us" the sheriff said. "We've still got our young guest with us and you boys don't want him to think us inhospitable, do you?"

P.T. was screaming and howling within the wooden box.

"Has that son of a bitch kept that fuckin' howlin' up all night?" Randy asked Preacher Smith.

"All fuckin' night" the preacher said. "He ain't shut up for more than a couple of minutes. We ain't had no sleep at all. I'd cut his nuts off myself if I could."

"You might want to worry about your own nuts right now, preacher" Randy said. "We was just at the home of your good buddy Elder Hunt and he ain't doin' so good without his balls. He's got hisself infected and could end up losing that wiener of his if we ain't careful. And he was beggin' all of us to fingerfuck him. It was amazin' hearin' the elder beggin' us not to stop shovin' our fingers in his hairy hole. He'll be wantin' cocks shoved in him in no time."

"That will never happen, sheriff," the preacher said. "He's a strong, fine heterosexual man of God and he would never do that."

"Maybe I'll bring him back and let you hear with your own ears that man beggin' for dicks to be shoved inside him" the sheriff said.

Randy reached out to grab the preacher's soft, uncut cock. The preacher tried to avoid his touch but was unable to move sufficiently to do so.

"You sure got a nice long foreskin there, preacher," Randy said. "I can't hardly wait to hear you scream when that knife cuts into it. Or we may make your brother just bite it off. I believe he'd do that if we was holding a blade at his own balls. He'd bite your foreskin off in a heartbeat if it meant savin' his own."

"You're nothin' but a bunch of goddamned heathens!" the preacher shouted. "The whole lot of you!"

Randy released the man's cock and walked over to Thor. His belly was very distended and he was begging to have the clamp removed from his piss tube to drain some of the urine stretching his bladder.

"Please, I think I'm about to bust" he begged. "I think it could bust any minute."

"No, you ain't ready to bust quite yet" the doctor said. "You got a ways to go but I bet it's really hurting you pretty bad right about now."

Randy and Johnny released Thor's ropes from the heavy leather cuffs at his wrists and his ankles. They led him, holding the ropes, over beside the wooden box containing Will Barrow and P.T. Thor was gradually regaining motion in his arms and legs, very painfully after being tied up for hours. P.T. began to pound on the top of the wooden box loudly and continued screaming to let him out.

"You crazy fucker!" Randy shouted at him. "If you don't settle down, you ain't never getting' out of that box, you son of a bitch! I'll plug up those air holes and let you gasp for air till you give up your last breath. Now settle the fuck down!"

Will Barrow's continuous sobs could be heard from within the box as t he older man quieted. The doctor took the crowbar and began removing the nails from the lower part of the box. When the lower half was removed, he assisted the sobbing Barrow to a seated position. The handsome Barrow was now looking very rough. His eyes were bloodshot, apparently from complete lack of sleep. He was shaky and his stubble had grown out. Randy went out to the car and retrieved a couple of loaves of the crusty bread, giving Barrow several slices which he wolfed down. He then untied young Charlie and, once the boy could again move his extremities, sent him to lead Barrow to a corner of the room and clean him up.

"The doctor has a razor which he will let you use to shave him once he's clean" Randy said. "I ain't havin' a bunch of stinky fuckin' prisoners. I don't allow that shit in my jail and I fuckin' will not allow it here. Get the son of a bitch cleaned up or I'll blow his brains out and throw him in the fuckin' dumpster."

Charlie was afraid of the sheriff and hustled to get barrow over and start cleaning him up. The sheriff handed the crowbar to Johnny to remove the nails from the part of the box covering his grandfather's upper body. As Johnny removed the nails, Randy led Thor to where he was standing right beside the wooden box. As Johnny lifted the upper part of the wooden box cover off, it exposed P.T. who was gasping for breath.

"Thank you! Thank you, son," P.T. gasped s he inhaled large gasps of air.

It was clear the man had been terrified of being locked in the small wooden box.

"I'll never forget that it was my oldest grandson who freed me from that motherfucking death box!"

"Don't ever call me `son' again, old man," Johnny said quietly. "I mean it. If you do so, I will ask the sheriff to give me permission to immediately cut those lowhanging, hairy nuts right off of your body. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, yes, yes" he gasped. "I thought I was dead when you put me in that box. It was worse than dying. It was awful. I thought every breath was my last. And I could feel Barrow's cock in my face. It was the worst thing I could have ever imagined."

"Then you don't have much of an imagination, old man," the boy said, stepping back as the old man tried to hug him. "You need to start imagining how it will feel to have that cold steel blade cut into your foreskin and that sack holding your worthless nuts. You will never lay another hand on me or my brother or my father as long as you live. This was all your choosing."

P.T. was attempting to stand but was having difficulty after not being able to use his legs for such a long period. Randy moved Thor right up beside the coffin and released the clamp on the man's piss tube, releasing a swift, strong flow of his built up urine into P.T.'s face.

"Stand back, boy," Randy laughed.

P.T. was shocked at the piss hitting his face and he was still unable to stand. He was sputtering, attempting to keep the liquid out of his nose and his mouth and he had his eyes closed so he couldn't really tell where the stream was coming from as the sheriff waved the piss tube around. Randy suddenly reclamped the tube and the flow stopped.

"No, goddamn, don't stop" Thor begged. "I ain't close to empty and I need to drain more, Please let me drain some more."

The man's belly was significantly less distended than previously so Randy led him back to the wall and tied him again, leaving him in tears as his bladder still felt full.

"I think we probably need to clean up this pissy old man" Johnny said.

"That's a great idea" Randy said. "When Charlie finishes with Barrow, he can give you a hand with P.T."

The boy led the older man to the corner where Charlie was bathing Barrow. The doctor was about to unwrap the gauze from Mr. Print's circumcision site as the man begged them to just leave him alone.

"We can't do that, Mr. Print," the doctor explained. "If we don't keep your site clean and dry, it could result in an infection and you could ultimately lose your penis entirely."

"I don't fuckin' care" he said angrily. "I don't care at all. It just hurts too much every time you come near me. I can't take it anymore. I'd rather you just cut the goddamned thing off!"

"I can certainly do that" the doctor said. "But I want to be honest with you. The pain you've had from your circumcision is absolutely nothing compared to what you'll feel when that blade opens up your nut sac and I have to pull both of them big nuts out. They'll just be hanging there by the cords till I cut them off. I understand that hurts a whole lot worse than a circumcision. Then I'd have to cut the penis off. It probably couldn't be done at the same time so I'd have to let you heal a little between removing your nut sac and your cock. That would mean these daily dressing changes that you're complaining about so bitterly already. But if that's what you want..."

"Goddammit! No!" the man screamed. "I just want you and your motherfuckin' buddies to leave me the fuck alone! That's all I want! Nothin' I've done could warrant this kind of torture."

"Oh yeah, really, Mr. Print," the doctor asked. "Burning down a whole community and its school and arming your own son with a shotgun and going with him to kill two human beings is supposed to make you some kind of hero? Really? I don't think so. I think what you've been through so far is just a tiny taste of what you'll endure before this is all over. You heard how Elder Hunt screamed when that blade cut into his nut sac. What you've had so far is barely a little, tiny taste of what you have to look forward to."

"Oh goddamn you all!" the man said as the doctor began to unwrap the gauze from the man's cock.

He was rougher than usual which caused increased pain and resulted in more bleeding and howling. The man was in tears when the gauze was finally removed from his crusty cock and he began to scream and wail as the doctor slowly poured rubbing alcohol onto his throbbing, bloody cock."

"Simmer down, old man" the doctor said quietly. "You earned every minute of this and a whole lot more.

Charlie was leading Barrow back to his original spot on the wall when Randy stopped him.

"Charlie boy, looks like you've got about a half a hard on you, son" Randy teased. The boy's uncut meat was tumescent and bounced with every step the boy took.

"I'm sorry, sheriff," the boy said. "I was washin' Barrow's hairy hole and my cock just started getting' hard."

"Don't apologize, boy" the sheriff said. "It's just a natural thing for a boy to get hard. Put him down there on that mattress and give him a good fuckin'"

"I don't think I better do that" the boy said. "He won't like it."

"Don't worry about what he wants" the sheriff said sternly. "I've got the remote for his shock collar in my pocket. He'll let you fuck him in the mouth or in his hole and he won't fight it. He better not. Fuck him, son, that's an order."

Barrow was sobbing as the young boy had him kneel and suck his cock just long enough to get it wet before making him lie down on his front side as Charlie rammed his very hard respectably sized cock into his hole. Randy then walked over where Johnny was washing his grandfather.

"Johnny, you're about to get those nice clothes wet" the sheriff said. "I sure won't mind if you choose to take them off while you wash that asshole. As a matter of fact I think me and the doctor would enjoy lookin' at your fine body while you wash the fucker."

"Great, sheriff," the boy said as he stripped down to his white jockey briefs and laid his clothes neatly in a dry area. "Look, sheriff, the old man's getting hard. It started when I started lathering his pubes and he keeps getting harder and harder."

P.T. was glaring at his grandson as if he could gleefully have choked him but he knew he had no choice. The last thing he wanted was to be put back in that coffin.

"I bet he'd like one of your nice, long fingers in that hairy hole of his" the sheriff said as the boy turned P.T. so his back was to the boy. He began to lather the man's hairy butt cheeks and very shortly jammed a long finger into his hole.

"Stop that, boy!" the old man snarled. "You got no business doing that kind of thing. It is not acceptable for a boy to do that to his elders. It's not respectful."

"I think I remember you seemed to enjoy putting your fingers in me when I was younger and you would always volunteer to help me with my bath. I didn't know what was happening but I knew it always got my willy hard. I also remember you telling me I better not ever tell my dad what you were doing. I remember at the time it hurt a lot."

"It's different for a father or grandfather to do that to his boys. It's never acceptable for a younger boy to treat his elders like that."

Johnny rammed a second finger into the man. P.T. grimaced but refused to yell out. Johnny now had two fingers in the man and started to reach around and jack his grandfather's uncut cock.

"I think he likes that, Johnny boy!" the sheriff chuckled as a snarling P.T. glared at both of them. "You sure are lookin' mighty fine in them white underpants, Johnny. I believe you got about as nice a butt on you as your paw does."

"Thank you, sheriff," Johnny said. "I'll take a compliment like that anytime. I think my dad is one of the most handsome men anywhere and I know he is a man of considerable talents in every way."

"You're nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' faggots" P.T. barked angrily. "Every one of you! There ain't a real man in this whole shithole backwater fucking hamlet!"

A quick shock to his collar shut him up fast.

"I wonder if Charlie would like to try some of the old man's hole" Johnny said. "I think we ought to offer it, especially since the old man seems to really disapprove of younger boys fucking their elders."

"Charlie, get your sorry ass over here right now!" the sheriff ordered.

Charlie pulled his hard cock out of Barrow's hairy ass and headed over. The sheriff pointed to P.T.'s butt and Charlie understood. As Johnny rinsed him and moved away, Charlie stood behind the man and shoved his hard cock into the man's hole. P.T. grunted in pain but again refused to cry out.

"Turn his head around and kiss him, Charlie" Randy ordered. "Give him lots of your wet tongue."

P.T. initially resisted having the boy turn his head but as Randy moved his hand toward his pocket, the man complied with Charlie's attempts to French kiss him.

"Isn't this romantic" Johnny said with a chuckle. "It won't be long before the old man will be wanting a white picket fence and to make Charlie boy onion soup every night for dinner. Romance is in the air."

"Oh, doctor," the sheriff said. "You've got Mr. Print's cock all wrapped up again. I was hoping Johnny and I might have the chance to take a look at how it's healin'. Would you mind terribly takin' that fresh gauze off so we could have a look?"

"Why of course not, sheriff," the doctor said with a smile. "I'd be delighted to do that. I think he's going to have a nice scar if he ever heals up. We have to be careful. It's recommended that a boy or a man not get an erection for about six weeks after he's circumcised. The result of an erection in a freshly circumcised penis can be excruciating."

"Well, we certainly don't want that, do we?" the sheriff asked.

Mr. Print was again wailing pitifully as the wet gauze was removed from his slowly healing penis. The doctor unwrapped it, the blood still fresh from the recent dressing change. Mr. Print was wailing and begging them to leave him alone. But the doctor didn't leave him alone as he slowly continued to unwrap the man's penis.

"Come in here and take a look, guys," the doctor said to Johnny and the sheriff. "Don't be afraid to touch it if you like. There are no signs of infection and I've used a lot of alcohol. This cock may be the cleanest thing in this room."

The sheriff lifted the man's soft cock away from his nut sac and Mr. Print yelped as he was touched.

"Oh I'm so sorry" Randy laughed. "I didn't mean to be so rough. I'll try to be more gentle."

"That looks very nice, doctor, Johnny said as he leaned in close and began to massage the man's big nut sac. "Although I would never claim to be the expert on circumcision that Preacher Smith and his brother are.

"You did say it would be terribly painful if he gets hard right now, didn't you, doctor?" Johnny asked.

"Oh yes, he needs to avoid any stimulus that could cause an erection for four to six more weeks" Dr. Foster replied.

"Well we certainly wouldn't want that, would we?" Johnny chuckled as he slowly massaged the man's sac. Mr. Print realized the boy's touch was causing a reaction and he felt his cock beginning to thicken and rise.

"No, please, boy" Mr. Print asked quietly. "Please don't do that. Please stop. Please take your hand off me."

"I just want to make sure things are still working" Johnny said innocently with a sweet smile.

Randy began to stroke his chest and nibble on the man's hairy nipples. Mr. Print's cock was definitely on the rise and it was tearing as it rose. He screamed out in pain as his cock hardened

"I'm tired of all this screaming" the sheriff said. "I don't know how Charlie can concentrate on his fucking with all this noise in here."

The doctor stepped up immediately, handing the sheriff a ball gag. The sheriff put the red ball in the man's mouth and then a leather strap around the man's head to hold it in place. The man continued to scream in pain but the sound was muffled now. He was squirming, but with his arms and legs extended, he couldn't get away from Johnny's hand which was now stroking his hard, bloody cock.

"I'm quite relieved that Mr. Print's equipment seems to still be in working order" Johnny said as he moved his hand away from the older man's messy cock.

He wiped his hand on the man's hairy chest as Mr. Print continued to scream through the gag. The Smith brothers had watched the events of the morning silently, hoping not to attract the attention of their captors. Johnny then walked back over to where young Charlie continued to pump his cock in and out of P.T. Barrow was in the floor on the mattress where Charlie had left him.

"Barrow, you must be lonely, you poor boy," Johnny said.

"He grabbed a handful of the man's dark hair and pulled him to his feet, leading him over to where Charlie was buttfucking P.T.

"Get down on your knees and give Charlie's nuts a nice licking" Johnny ordered. The man immediately complied fearing further electrical shocks. "Lick that boy's butthole while you're down there, Barrow, unless you want to go back in that wooden box."

At that, Barrow began licking enthusiastically at the boy's hole even as Charlie continued to pound P.T.

"Shore looks like Barrow don't want to go back in that box!" Randy said as the three captors laughed.

Johnny walked toward the Smith Brothers, who were side by side on the wall, both of them with their arms extended upward and out and their legs spread and secured to large metal rings in the floor. Both men looked at the floor as if avoiding eye contact could make them invisible. The anguished sounds of Mr. Print having his tender meat stimulated by the doctor and Charlie's grunts as he continued to bone P.T. could be heard as a backdrop. Johnny walked up close to the two men and extended his hands and began to weight their nuts and soft, uncut cocks. The men stayed silent, praying he would leave them alone if they just stayed silent.

"So you handsome boys are the Smith brothers" he said quietly as he continued to feel their furry bushes and handle their substantial packages.

"Please don't touch me down there, son," Preacher Roy said to the boy. "I'm a man of God and it's against his laws for a man to touch another man like that. Please just leave my brother and me in peace. We ain't never done nothin' to you."

"I'm certainly no biblical scholar myself" Johnny said softly, "but I seem to recall the words about what you have done to the least of these, you have also done to me. Ain't that right, preacher? You ever heard those words?"

"Well yes, but..." the man stammered.

"But nothing" Johnny said very quietly as he landed a punch squarely into Preacher Roy's nut sack. The blow was so hard the man started to retch as if he might vomit but nothing came out. It took a couple of minutes for him to settle down from the blow.

"Please don't abuse my brother like that" Jack Smith said. "He was sayin' truth when he said he ain't never done a thing to you or yours."

"The bad news for both of you scum is that I met Jack's son, Kurt" Johnny said. "He's one of the sweetest young men I've ever met. I also met Phillip Hunt, a boy you gentlemen felt free to carve like a Thanksgiving turkey and Rafe Sewell, who narrowly avoided the same fate. You did some damage to those three exceptional young boys. I find that unforgivable. But the truth is that all three are healing. And they will continue to heal with the love of some fine adult men who are teaching them to feel safe and secure and loved. Neither of you ever deserved to have a fine boy like Kurt in your presence, much less in your family. I also met your good buddy, Elder Hunt. He is nothing but a sad joke who will be a cocksucking faggot in no time. If you'd seen him riding my fingers earlier this morning, you would have thrown your guts up. He begged me not to stop fingerfucking him even after the doctor had already fingerfucked him. He was begging for something bigger and harder to be shoved in his hole. I believe you know what that will be. As for you two, I hope to hear the sheriff and my father recount your screams when that sharp silver blade cuts into your flesh. It actually makes me a little hard to think about it. Here, feel this."

Johnny stepped right up in front of Preacher Roy and rubbed his underwear covered tumescent cock against the man's soft, uncut meat.

"Feel how hard I'm getting just thinking about it?" the handsome boy asked. "You boys are going to scream and beg and plead and cry and wail. But there will be no mercy. Just justice for Kurt, Rafe and Phillip. I'm going to request the sheriff and my father feed you your own foreskins and your own nuts and I really, sincerely hope you both choke on them."

Reverend Roy began sobbing and begging Johnny for mercy. His brother was angry.

"Shut the fuck up, boy," Jack snarled. "You don't know nothin'! Kurt is my son and I had every right to cut him if I thought it was the right thing to do. It's a paw's duty to lead and guide his son in the way of righteousness."

"Keep on telling yourself that bullshit, Mr. Smith," Johnny said with a smile as he grabbed the man's nuts and began to twist them painfully.

Jack Smith began to wail in pain, begging the boy to release them but Johnny kept twisting and pulling them tighter and tighter. The man was now covered in sweat from pain and fear that the boy would rip his balls from his body. Johnny applied more pressure and began to laugh out loud and the man struggling vainly to get away from the hand wreaking such pain on him. Jack was crying now as he begged to be released.

"You know I could jerk these nuts right off your body, don't you?" Johnny asked in a quiet voice.

The man was screaming now.

"Stop him!" he begged his brother, who was helpless to do anything. "He's rippin' my fuckin' nuts off of my body."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" the reverend screamed back at his brother. "If it wasn't for you asshole son and his big fuckin' mouth we wouldn't be here now. That little piece of shit has told these motherfuckers about ever'thing tat happened. You can bet that little shit is to blame!"

The sheriff walked closer and began to laugh in the wailing, frightened man's face.

"Pull them balls right off of him!" the sheriff added, laughing loudly as Jack began to believe he was about to lose his testicles.

Jack Smith was making such a scene that the doctor had stopped masturbating Mr. Print, leaving his messy cock to soften with no relief.

Johnny finally released Jack's testicles and slammed his fist into the man's tortured nut sack which elicited a blood-curdling scream. Both he and his brother were sobbing.

"What a couple of pussies!" the sheriff said.

"Oh fuck!" young Charlie began to shout. "I'm about to cum. I'm fuckin' cumin hard! Take this dick! Take my hard dick, old man and my fuckin' hot cum load! Take ever' motherfuckin' drop of it right up your hairy motherfuckin' hole!""

Johnny, the sheriff and the doctor ran over to where Charlie was making long strokes with his hard cock in and out of P.T.'s hairy hole. Barrow was still licking Charlie's hole until the sheriff pushed him out of the way with Barrow landing on his back in the floor, his tiny but hairy soft cock exposed.

"Don't come inside him, Charlie," Johnny urged the boy. "Keep on pounding him till you're right at the edge. Then pull your cock out and shoot that hot cum load all over his hole."

"I'm there now" the boy said excitedly.

Charlie pulled his hard, angry-looking cock out of P.T. and Johnny aimed it right at P.T.'s battered hole as he spurted several ropes of thick, white boycream right onto the man's gaping, well-fucked hole. Johnny continued to milk the boy until it became painful, then he guided it back to the older man's messy hole.

"Shove it back in him" Johnny said. "All the way and as hard as you can. Fill him up with your boy batter. Breed the old man like he's your bitch, Charlie"

Johnny put his hand on Charlie's butt and pushed as the boy slid his still-hard, cum-drenched cock all the way back into the man.

"Kiss him now, Charlie," Johnny said.

"I don't want to kiss him now" Charlie said. "Not since I came. I want to get away from him now. This disgusts me now."

"You kiss him, boy, or I'll hit you with so much voltage you pass out from pain" the sheriff said as Charlie began to kiss the man deeply and wetly.

"That's enough, Charlie," the sheriff said. "I think Barrow needs some cum" He said earlier he was hungry. Get down on your knees and clean that nasty hole, Barrow. Now!"

Barrow made no move to do as ordered until the sheriff shouted the last word, then he scurried as he began to lick clean P.T.'s cum-covered hole which was now oozing Charlie Print's cumload.

"Get it clean, Barrow, or you'll go back in that box with P.T." the sheriff warned.

"No, no, no, son" P.T. began to protest. "You said I wouldn't have to go back in there if I did everything you said."

"You're a liar, old man," Johnny said. "I never said those words. I said that you might not have to go back in there if you were obedient. I never, ever told you that you wouldn't be put back in the box."

P.T. tried to make a run for it, but Johnny quickly tripped him, knocking the old man onto the hard floor. He seemed dazed and slow to recover. That gave Johnny and Randy time to grab the heavy leather straps and begin to put them on P.T.'s body. They were thick, heavy-duty leather which went around his body with his arms pressed close to him. One was secured just above his elbows, and another at his ankles. They were tightly secured so that he was unable to move. He could wiggle but that was all. By the time P.T. fully regained consciousness, he was secured so that he could not move his extremities. He looked around the room wildly as if looking for anyone who might come to his aid.

"I don't know what you're looking for, old man, but there's nothing and nobody who can save you now" his grandson said with a hard edge in his voice. "Not your fat checkbook, not your wads of cash, not your strong men who were always willing to do your bidding. You have no power now, P.T. No power whatsoever. You're just a tired old pussyboy who just got a thorough buttfucking by a teenager who just started shaving! "

"Please don't do this, son!" P.T. begged. "Please don't put me back in..."

He was stopped by an open-palmed slap from his grandson which must have made his ears ring.

"I told you never to call me `son' again" Johnny said. "I meant it. If you do it again. You'll find yourself choking on your own dick which the doctor and I will have removed from your body. Do you fucking understand?'

"I understand, Johnny but please don't put me back in that box" his grandfather begged. "I can't survive another night in there. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I know my heart can't take another night of that. Please if you have any feeling at all for your grandfather, don't do this."

Johnny laughed. "You still call yourself my grandfather?" the boy asked. "Thor told me you said to him that it didn't matter to you whether they dug my body up before I died or afterward. He told me you had washed your hands of me, my dad and my little brother, just as my own mother did. I just wish she were here now so I could nail the two of you in that box together and let her hear you beg and scream like the biggest pussy in the whole world!. If that bitch weren't carrying another baby boy for my dad and my brother and me to love, she would be here right now. But that's a baby neither you nor she will ever lay eyes on. She'll be handcuffed to a gurney while she gives birth with no sedation whatsoever unless my new brother's life is in danger. Imagine how she'll be screaming as she births a baby she'll never hold. Her screams might be as loud as yours when you were getting your sorry ass fucked or when we nail you back in that wooden box. Thor told us an awful lot that I don't even have time to share. But we recorded every word. He told us about when you just started out stealing children to sell. He said you and he would take a little boy or a little girl when parents weren't paying attention. He told us how you would lull them into a false sense of security telling them they'd soon be home with their parents. He told us how you'd keep them awake for a couple of days until they were exhausted. He told us how your favorite thing was to strip down a sleeping child and you or he would insert your big, hard cock into them while they were sleeping. He told us how you'd laugh when one of you woke a screaming child who felt like he or she was being split in half by your cocks. That's pure evil, old man. You're just as evil as those Smith brothers over there or Charlie and his dad or Barrow, who was so quick to put out a contract on a sweet, innocent teen boy. You and these men are getting exactly what you deserve. I just wish I could be around to enjoy more of it, old man! But I have to go back, finish school, and do all I can to clean up the mess you've made in this world. Sheriff, I think it's time for P.T. to get back in his coffin"

The older man began again to scream and beg as he wiggled. But he had no use whatsoever of his extremities.

"Who do you want inside with you, old man?" the boy asked. "Whose cock do you prefer to have right up in your fucking ugly face?"

P.T. was paying him no attention now as he was too busy screaming and begging not to be put back in the small, dark, wooden box.

"I guess granddad doesn't really care" Johnny said.

He walked toward the Smith brothers, both of whose eyes got large.

"I'm not sure Pop has had the chance to get to know the preacher all that well" Johnny said. "Maybe you can take his confession, preacher man, and save his soul from eternal damnation which you brag about being so good at."

"Please not me!" Roy Smith begged. "Please, anyone else but me. I have awful claustrophobia. I can't even get in an elevator cause I have it so bad. I have to climb stairs all the time. Please don't put me in that fuckin' box! Please do not do this!"

"I think you made the perfect choice, Johnny" the sheriff said with a chuckle as he and Johnny loosened the ropes on Preacher Smith.

He began to struggle, cut after being tied for so long, he barely had any use of his extremities and was no match for the two stronger men.

"Calm down, preacher man," Johnny said calmly as Preacher Roy tried to pull away. "I think you and my grandfather will enjoy each other's company. By the way, we'll put him in first and then you facing the other way. I expect when we put you in there to take his old cock in your mouth or we'll shock you till you pass out then put his cock in your mouth. It's your choice. Hard or easy. And you'll be glad to know that when we nail you boys in there, P.T. will have your sweet cock in his mouth too."

Both P.T. and the preacher were wailing now, both terrified and angry but neither had any control over his body. The sheriff and Johnny lifted P.T, one at his head and one at his feet, onto his back in the box. They then struggle with Preacher Roy, but eventually got him in after a couple of brief shocks.

"Please, please, please let me beg you one last time" the preacher said. "I can't take this. I know my brother don't have no fear of small spaces like I do. Please put him in. It'll be almost the same as punishin' me cause we're brothers. Please take him and not me."

"You worthless piece of shit son of a bitch!" Jack spat at his brother. "Why neither one of us would be here if you hadn't convinced me my own son was hell bound if we didn't cut him. I hope you rot in that fuckin' wooden box with the old man's cock down your fuckin' throat."

Randy and Johnny lowered Roy onto P.T., using the shock collars to force them to take the other's cock into his mouth.

"Sleep tight, fellows, and if either of you take them cocks out of your mouths while we're still here, I'll open this son of a bitch back up and cut your dick off and stuff it down your own fuckin' throat!" the sheriff said.

Both men knew they meant business so they kept the other's cock in their mouths as the nails were driven into the wood. Both were attempting to protest, but their words couldn't be understood because both had their mouths full of soft cock meat. The three secured the other men back on the wall and left them alone again in the total and complete darkness.

"That was satisfying" Johnny said as he put his clothes back on outside the building in the bright sunlight.

"You really are your daddy's son" the sheriff said to Johnny as the boy dressed.

"You manage to balance toughness with justice and that's not easy for anybody, particularly a young whippersnapper like yourself" the doctor said.

"I guess I listened to my dad even more than I realized while he raised me" the boy said. "Those are some evil monsters in there. The world's a lot better off without them in it."

"Thor pulled me aside for a short time while you both was distracted" the sheriff said. "He's scared to death of his bladder busting wide open and dying a painful death. He wanted to know if we could actually arrange for him to have a pussy."

"You mean that muscle-bound asshole is considering gender reassignment surgery?" the doctor asked. "I can't imagine a woman with muscles like that guy has."

"It'll be strange" Randy said. "That's for sure."

"I know they are conducting some of the surgeries up in Statesville at the medical facility at the prison" the doctor said. "There are inmates with life sentences who have agreed to undergo surgery in an attempt to get out and have a few years of freedom. It's all completely voluntary and I don't know much about that."

"I bet Warden Biden could explain it all to us" the sheriff said. "I'll give him a call when I get back to the court house."

"I guess I better go check on Rafe and Kurt" the doctor said. "Would you mind stopping off somewhere so I can take them some lunch. Those boys work so hard sometimes they forget to eat."

They stopped off at a little diner outside of town and got plates for Kurt, Rafe, the doctor and Johnny. Johnny had asked if he could stop in at the clinic to see the place and maybe spend a little more time with Rafe and Kurt.

"That'll be great" the sheriff said. "I'll head on in to the court house to see if there's anything I need to finish up for the press conference. That deputy of mine is worthless when it comes to shit like this."

"Dad said you've been bearing the load in this town for a while" Johnny said. "He says the deputy seems to be totally incompetent while the mayor is a narcissist whose only interest is himself."

"Your paw pretty much nailed it, I'd say" Randy chuckled. "I don't know how I made it before your paw came along. He's as good a friend as I could ever have imagined."

"He feels the same way about you, sheriff," the boy said.

Randy dropped the doctor and Johnny at the clinic and decided before going to the jail, he should stop in at his old house and inform Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford that they would be permitted to attend choir rehearsal later this evening. When he arrived, Eliza met him at the door and greeted him warmly. She said the household was running smoothly except for one incident when Mrs. Bedford had smart mouthed one of that Alabama boys when he didn't like the dessert they had served.

"She smarted off to him but he wasn't having it" Eliza said with a giggle. "I think it was Aaron that she smarted off to, although I get them handsome boys confused at times. They're all so good lookin' sometimes I find my own panties getting' moist."

She and Randy shared a laugh.

"They are all three some good lookin' man flesh" Randy said with a chuckle.

"The Alabama boys and Mr. Vague was all finishin' up their dinner and Mrs. Bedford served some apple pie" Eliza said. "One of the boys said it tasted like it didn't have no sugar at all and Mrs. Bedford got all huffy. I later tasted it and I think the old bitch either forgot the sugar or left it out on purpose. But she made the mistake of calling the boy white trash'. I think the boy might've let it pass but Mr. Vague weren't havin' it. He jumped up from that table and grabbed that old bitch by her left ear and drug her over to the sofa. He made her strip down everything, including her panties. Naked as a jaybird in front of every one of them men! Made her strip plumb completely bare-ass buck naked in front of all four of them men. She was fast talkin' and apologizin' but Mr. Vague wasn't havin' it. When Aunt Flea spoke up tryin' to defend Mrs. Bedford, Mr. Vague ordered her to strip down too. She was scared and that big white belly of hers was quiverin'. She knew she'd done fucked up but it was too late to do a thing about it. Mr. Vague and that boy made them get across their knees and started tearin' them white asses up with them ping pong paddles. Them women was a kickin' and a screamin' like crazy but they never let up till the women was sobbin'. They made em stand up while they examined them red asses. Mrs. Bedford got real, real nervous when the man's fingers got close to her pussy. She don't care to have any man get his hands or nothin' else close to that nasty old thang. Them women was sobbin' like crazy and they thought it was all done when Mr. Vague told the other two boys who'd been just watchin' to sit on the sofa and made the women get over their knees for another fifty swats each. Them women was screamin' like crazy by the time they finished. Both of `em had started to bleed. Then Mr. Vague went upstairs and brought down a bottle of rubbin' alcohol. He had the boys rub it into their asses and it must've burned like fire cause them bitches was just screamin' like they'd been set on fire. Mr. Vague took their clothes up to his room and they had to go naked until he had me take their uniforms to them before breakfast the next mornin'".

"Can you call both of them in here, please?" Randy asked as he sat down in his favorite chair.

Eliza returned momentarily with both women.

"I hear you bitches ain't been behavin'" the sheriff said. "I won't have it from either of you. I've let you stay here instead of sittin' in a tiny cell at my jail or I could've sent the both of you to state prison. There's plenty of evidence to do that. But I ain't bein' lenient on y'all no more. If I hear of one more tiny little thing, I'll be shippin' both of your asses out of this house and you won't like where you end up. Do I make myself clear? Now the preacher says he's in a tight place without nobody to play the goddamned organ at church. I've decided to help him out and I'm gonna let both of you go to choir practice tonight. I'll be sendin' the squad care to pick you up and bring you back directly after the practice. If I hear one word of either of you not behavin' there will be hell to pay. And that's a motherfuckin' promise."

Randy, please tell me you don't expect us to go to church in these tiny little obscene costumes" Aunt Flea said. "I'd simply die of humiliation and I think all the members of the choir would feel the same way."

"You'll wear whatever the fuck I decide you can wear" Randy snapped. "If I tell you to go naked, you'll fuckin' go naked or not at all! Neither of you cunts seems to understand that you have no control over nothin' no more! Them days is over and done for good! Both of you bitches have manipulated me and pretty much all the men in this town. Those days are fucking over."

"Randy, language, please" Aunt Flea said. "Don't embarrass us and embarrass yourself. We need some decent clothes to wear. I've never been so humiliated in my life being forced to wear these obscene little outfits with strange men in the house. And the way Mr. Vague and those boys speak to us without any respect and us having to run around this house almost naked in front of those Alabama boys. I am beyond humiliation."

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled. "I don't have much time but I'll make time to wear that fuckin' fat ass out and remind you who's the fucking boss around here. Both of you get out of them fuckin' clothes and you better make it fast!"

Eliza brought the sheriff a ping pong paddle and handed it to him with a smile.

"Thank you, Eliza" the sheriff said. "You are doing a great job here. I give you permission to discipline these bitches as you see fit. Please feel free to have Mr. Vague or the three boys do whatever they feel is appropriate."

The sheriff then took Aunt Flea over his knee. The mature woman was naked with her full breasts shaking as she tearfully bent across her nephew's knee and he began to deliver swift, painful blows to her already tender ass cheeks. She began to sob after the first three swats but the sheriff continued to twenty five, then dumped her in the floor and nodded to Mrs. Bedford. The much thinner woman went across his knee and he pounder her with thirty swats, leaving her also in tears before he dumped her into the floor beside her dear naked friend. Both women were attempting to hide their breasts and pubic regions but neither was successful.

"Eliza, it is my understanding these two don't like the clothes they've been provided" Randy said. "In that case, take them away. Both bitches can go naked until I decide otherwise. I will make a decision on what they are to wear to church tonight, if anything. If I decide on something different, I will get the clothes here in time for them to dress before church. Than k you for all you are doing for us. It is much appreciated."

The sheriff hugged the sturdy black woman before he left, the two women still lying in the floor sobbing and trying to cover their tits and their pussies with their hands. Randy decided to stop in at his new residence for a glass of tea and he was just pouring it when the doorbell rang. It was young Freddie Singleton who was there to deliver the mats Randy had ordered from his dad's sporting goods store.

"Hey, sheriff, I'm so sorry we were later getting these out here than dad promised" the boy said. "I had a friend coming to help but he had to be back at school so I'm by myself. I think I can get them though if you can maybe just give me a tiny bit of help."

"Why sure, Freddie," the sheriff said. "I'll be happy to help you out. Are you out of school for the whole day?"

"No, sir," the boy answered. "I was there this morning but dad checked me out for the afternoon. I have to be back after school for wrestling practice. It's not an official practice but a couple of buddies and I want to be ready for tryo0uts so we do a little extra."

The two went out to the truck and brought the first of three large, flat boxes into the house and took them to the basement, then started back outside.

"You're a strong guy" the sheriff said, touching the boy's left bicep. "You must work out a lot."

"Not as much as I'd like" the boy said. "Between schoolwork and helping dad out at the store, I stay pretty busy. Dad and I try to get in at least an hour or two whenever we can. We have a little workout room in the back of the store where we like to do our workouts. It's hard to get any working out done at home because mom always has something else for dad to do. She hates it when we work out together. I think she's kind of jealous of the time we get to spend together."

"That's too bad, Freddie, "the sheriff said. "I think it's great for dads and sons to have time together. I know I don't spend as much time with Dopie as I'd like to but I sure do enjoy any time we have together. I will say that my friend William has caused me to be a much better father than I was before. I didn't know how close a father and his son could be till I met Will and saw how things were with him and his boys."

"There's nothing I like better than when I get some time with my dad" Freddie said. "We used to get more time at the cabin we have at the lake but mom has tried to stop that. She even tried to get dad to sell the place but he put his foot down for once."

They got the second box from the truck and managed to get it downstairs, then went for the third and final box.

"Dang, son, I just noticed your hairy legs" the sheriff said. "Looks like you're gonna be as hairy as your old man."

"I sure hope so" the boy said. "I'd like to be as hairy as he is. I've always wanted that. I was a little bit late getting started but when it started coming in, it went fast. My legs are almost as hairy as my dad's now but my chest is nowhere close."

"Be patient, son, it'll happen when mother nature's ready. We been dealin' with Dopie's body. He's runnin' a little behind his buddies but everything checked out okay when we had him checked. All his buddies have some pubes but Dopie's still smooth as can be down there."

"I bet he hopes he'll be as hairy as his dad too" the boy said. "Dad said you were always the hairiest guy in high school. He says you were even hairier than he was."

"I don't remember that" the sheriff said. "I mean I remember how hairy he was but I didn't realize he'd have noticed how hairy I was."

"My dad doesn't miss much" Freddie said. "Would you like to see my chest?"

"Well, sure I would" the sheriff said. "I wish you'd brought one of them singlets with you. I bet you look real fine in those."

"I have my bag in the car" the boy said. "I have a couple of singlets in the bag. I'll get them if you want me to."

The boy went to get his gym bag while Randy fixed glasses of tea for both of them. The boy came back and they headed for the basement.

"You sure you don't mind showin' me how you look in a singlet? I never even had one on but I was always shy about showin' much of myself."

"No, sir, I don't mind at all." the boy said. I kind of like showin' off my body. I hope that doesn't sound conceited."

"Not a bit, son," the sheriff said. "I like honesty. I worked up a little sweat myself movin' them boxes. I think I'll take my shirt off if you don't mind."

"Not at all, sheriff," the boy said. "I found it hard to believe there was a man in town hairier than my own daddy. I'd like to see it."

They were in the very large basement room which was a single, open, large space.

"Would you like to go to one of the bathrooms or the bedrooms upstairs to change into your singlet, Freddie?" the sheriff asked.

"Not unless you want me to." the boy answered. "I'm not shy about my body. I don't have the biggest dick around but it works and I'm not shy about other guys seeing what I have down there."

"That's a great attitude, boy," Randy said as he removed his shirt and then his undershirt. He watched as the boy took off his shoes and socks, then his knit shirt and his plaid shorts. He was standing there in only a pair of white briefs. He looked great, his boy muscles nicely developed. His thighs and his legs were covered in dark, black hair and he had a very nice treasure trail. There was still only a smattering of black hair on his chest but his pits were bushy with the same black hair. The boy's buttocks were already covered in black hair and Randy wondered what the boy's pink hole might look like with his perfect round cheeks spread apart. The boy turned to face the sheriff and smiled at him as he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them down his thickly-muscled thighs. His bush was very thick – so thick in fact that his dick wasn't immediately visible.

"Wow, kid, that's some kind of bush you got there!" the sheriff said. "I don't believe many boys could have a thick growth like that. Aren't you only a sophomore?"

"Actually, I'm a junior, sir," the boy said. "I don't mean to brag but I think I probably have the thickest bush at the school, at least among the boys I've seen in the schools showers or the changing room."

The boy started to comb his thick pubes with his left hand and shook out his nice cut cock.

"You're cut, son" the sheriff said. "I guess I'm a little surprised at that. Not many boys around here are circumcised. I guess I figured your paw would've wanted you to look like him."

"I do look like him down there" the boy said. "My dad's cut. All of us are, you know."

"All of us?" Randy asked.

"Sure" the boy said. "All of us Jews are circumcised. Even though my mom and dad don't practice the faith, it's still traditional to cut boys even if we only go to the synagogue on high holy days."

"I'll be goddamned" the sheriff said. "Goes to show how aware I am. I never realized your dad was circumcised and I never even realized your family was Jewish. It just ain't somethin' I ever spent time noticing."

"Dad said he was the only one cut when he was in high school" Freddie said. "There are a few guys now that I see from time to time but still not many in these parts. There was talk that some boys were being cut by some religious group but I don't know whether it was true or not. I'm not sure if I ever do have a son whether I'll have him cut. It seems kind of silly. I guess I've always been a little fascinated with uncut boys and men. I've never had a chance to really check one out up close, at least not an adult one."

"Is that somethin' you think you'd like to do, Freddie?" the sheriff asked.

"I sure would" the boy answered. "I've always wondered how it would feel to have that skin covering my dickhead."

The boy's cock was hardening now and beginning to stand out from the thick bush. It was a respectable five or six inches and very thick, like his dad's had been.

"I do remember your paw havin' a thicker cock than most of us boys" Randy said. "I can't believe I never knew he was cut. I guess maybe I just assumed he kept his skin pulled back. I do that sometimes with mine."

"My dad has told me you had the biggest one he'd ever seen" Freddie said. "He said you were bigger than any of the other boys in the school."

"I'll be damned" the sheriff said. "I guess I'm surprised you and your paw would've ever discussed my pecker."

"Dad and I are pretty close" the boy said. "Just not as close as I'd really like."

"What do you mean, son?" the sheriff asked.

"Well, dad and I do sometimes work out in the back room at the store. Sometimes we even work out in nothing but athletic shorts. Dad doesn't feel comfortable with it but if I can get a beer or two in him, he will do it. One time we worked out just wearing our jockstraps but he later said that was wrong and we've never done that again. That night, when we were just wearing our jocks, dad saw that I had gotten hard. He ended the workout and we didn't work out together for a while. He always had an excuse for not doing it. When I confronted him, he said he'd felt guilty. He said he was afraid we might do stuff together that isn't right for fathers and their sons to do together. We finally got back into our routine and we still work out together but we pretty much always wear shorts and shirts. I know he enjoyed the night we worked out nearly naked together but I think he was real self-conscious about it. You won't tell him I told you, will you? He wouldn't like that."

"Oh hell no, son, your secret's safe with me" Randy said as he walked over and put his arms around the boy. His skin felt warm and they held the hug.

"Has anything more ever happened between you and your dad?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "Not as much as I'd like to happen. But we were working out one night and I was feeling really horny. My dick was hard most of the workout. Dad was pretending to ignore it. But then I saw that his was getting hard too. I didn't say anything but I watched him touching it and stroking it, his hands over his shorts. . We ended up kind of groping ourselves together. I went to him and tried to touch it but he brushed my hand away. He said he just wouldn't feel right about that. I want to do a lot of things with dad but he just doesn't seem interested."

"I can't imagine any man being able to resist a handsome guy with a body like yours" the sheriff said as he felt his cock quickly becoming erect.

Their faces were very close as they continued their hug. He felt the boy's wet, warm mouth kissing his neck and licking him, then a gentle nibbling. Then the boy moved his lips within inches of the sheriff's. Randy brought his lips close and he could feel the boy's warm breath on him. Then he kissed the boy. Freddie returned the kiss hungrily, offering his tongue which was eagerly accepted by the older man. He felt Freddie's hands trembling as the boy unbuckled his belt and he let him do it. He then felt the boy unsnapping his brown uniform pants and then he felt them dropping to his ankles. Freddie was caressing both the sheriff's meaty butt cheeks and Randy felt one of the boy's hot hands slide under the waistband of his boxer shorts.

"I'm glad we got them mats out of the boxes, son" the sheriff chuckled as he lay down beside the boy on the mat.

Freddie's very hard, cut cock was standing straight out from his thick, dark bush and the sheriff could see the boy was already dripping pre-cum. Randy began to rub the boys' hairy legs, moving his hand high enough to tease the boy's fuzzy nut sac. When the sheriff's hand got close to the boy's balls, Freddie would moan. The sheriff ran his fingers through the boy's thick bush and Freddie took one of the sheriff's hands and tried to move it onto his hard, dripping cock. Randy resisted.

"Be patient, son, "he said. "You're gonna pop if we go too fast and I don't think you want that, do you?"

"No, sir, not at all" the boy said softly. "I've been wanting to do this with somebody for as long as I can remember."

"You ain't done this before?" the sheriff asked.

"No, sir," the boy admitted. "I've been wanting to though. I wanted to do it with my dad and with my best buddy, Isaac, but I was afraid they would get mad. I didn't want them to hate me for being strange."

"You ain't strange" the sheriff told him. "You're just a horny, horny boy who needs some attention given to that hard, beautiful cock of yours. You just relax a little and I'll take care of you."

He moved his body over the boy and began to lick Freddie's puffy, pink nipples. The boy had just enough of his baby fat left to make his breasts soft and his pink nipples hardened at the first touch of the sheriff's tongue. Freddie moaned as the sheriff went back and forth from nipple to nipple. Each nipple had a ring of dark black hairs around it but there was no visible dark hair on the boy's chest. There was a covering of fine, blond hairs which the sheriff knew would eventually turn into a dark furry pelt like the boy's father had. Freddie continued to moan as the sheriff teased his sensitive boynips. He was thrusting his pelvis at the same time but there was nothing there for friction until Randy slid down the boy's body and spread his legs. The boy gasped as he felt the sheriff's wet tongue tease his boyhole. The boy already had a good crop of hair around his pink, tiny virgin hole. The sheriff went for it and began to devour the boy's hole as Freddie started gasping.

"Oh fucking God!" the boy said hoarsely as the sheriff wetly lapped the opening, soaking it with his juices.

Freddie spread his thick thighs as far apart as he could get them, opening himself to Randy without reservation. Randy lapped the ass and then moved up, licking and sucking on the boy's full ball sac. His balls were not fully grown yet, but they were already thick and full inside a very fuzzy nut sac. Randy savored the boy taste and eventually took the boy's rigid, thick pole all the way into his mouth in one gulp.

Freddie gasped for air, feeling his hard meat in a wet, hot mouth for the first time in his life. He began to thrust, but Randy held him still. Freddie calmed a bit as Randy again went back to licking his nut sac.

"This is the best thing I've ever felt" the boy gasped. "Please don't stop."

"I ain't gonna leave you high and dry, son" the sheriff said. "Just relax and make it last as long as you can."

Randy had the dick soaked now in his saliva, which was running down the boy's sack into his hole. Randy took his right index finger and soaked it in his spit, then began to gently tease the boy's tight pucker. The boy had never felt that before and he began to gasp.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" the boy gasped as Randy slowly inserted his thick finger all the way into the boy's slimy hole. Randy felt the boy's fucknut as he went in the first time and he heard the boy take a sharp intake of breath as the finger grazed his special spot. The boy was breathing fast as Randy inserted a second finger and began a scissors-type motion on the boy's previously untouched prostate gland. The boy was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum from his hard dick, and he began to beg to be allowed to shoot his load.

"Please, sheriff," he said hoarsely. "I'm afraid I'm going to explode."

"You're fine boy" he said. "I ain't gonna let nothin' bad happen to you. Just enjoy what you're feelin."

The sheriff continued to massage the boy's fucknut as he seriously went to work sucking the hard cock. He engulfed it, enjoying the sweet nectar the boy was shedding. Freddie grabbed the sheriff's head as Randy felt his fucknut harden quickly. The boy thrust hard and within seconds, as the sheriff felt the prostate gland harden, he began to shoot his nectar into the sheriff's throat. He gasped for breath as he sent several ropes of his hot cream into Randy's throat, then went limp, still with a grip on the sheriff's head. Randy held his head very still, the boy's cock still engulfed in his mouth, as he removed his fingers from the boy's hole and began to rub his furry thighs. When his breathing returned to normal, Freddie pulled Randy in close and hugged him.

"Can we do that again, please?" the boy asked with a sweet smile. "I never dreamed anything could feel that good."

"Of course we can do it again, son," the sheriff said with a chuckle. "That's a beautiful cock you've got and it tastes as good as it looks. I'd love to have a load like that anytime you want to give me one. I think I'd like to see how it would feel in my hole too."

"Seriously?" the boy asked with a doubting expression. "You mean you'd let me do that? Stick my dick inside of you?"

"I sure would" the sheriff said. "I think that fat cock of yours would feel really good if that's something that you'd like to try."

"Would I ever!" the boy exclaimed. "I can get hard again in a few minutes if you want to do it."

Randy laughed.

"Son, I'd really like that but unfortunately I have to get back to work" Randy said, as he helped the naked boy to his feet and embraced him. "Problem is the governor's in town so I've got to get down to the courthouse before he starts looking for me. I think he's having a press conference and I pretty much have to show up. I think I could use a quick shower and you're welcome to join me."

"I'd like that a lot" the boy said as both of them grabbed their clothes and headed up to the sheriff's bedroom where they showered together. It was difficult not to play more with the sexy teen but Randy knew discipline was necessary for the moment. In the shower, Freddie played with the sheriff's thick, uncut meat and the sheriff started to harden.

"I really would like to play some more" the sheriff said. "Unfortunately I do have to get to work and I think you have to get back to school. I don't want us both to get in trouble with the governor, your paw and the school principal."

"Sorry, sheriff, if was just so much fun being with another person for the first time" the boy said. "I knew beating my meat was fun but I had no idea being naked with another person could feel so good."

"You really would like to do some stuff with your paw and with your friend, Isaac, wouldn't you?" the sheriff asked.

"I sure would but I don't think it'll ever happen."

"Don't be so sure" the sheriff said. "You know I'll help you out any way I can. Maybe you and your paw or you and Isaac could come over and go skinnydipping."

"Wow!" the boy said. "That would be great. I've wanted to be naked with them for a long time. I've done some naked swimming alone in our pool when no one was home but I'm not sure my dad could ever agree to swim naked with me and I know my momma would have a cow if she thought we ever did that."

"Maws can be funny about them things, son," the sheriff said. "But I bet your paw could be convinced to do that pretty easy. I'll work on a little plan if you want me to."

"Thank you, sheriff," the boy said. "That would be the greatest. I really enjoyed today and I'll never forget this."

They embraced and the sheriff gave the boy a nice kiss on the lips as he left to return to school. As Randy was walking out the door, the phone rang. It was Deputy Littleflute saying the bank manager had called to inform that Mr. Hunt was there with his wife wanting to access his safe deposit box.

"Get your ass over there right this minute" the sheriff said. "He is not to take anything out of that box. As a matter of fact, he is under house arrest and we will arrest his ass for being outside his home. I'll meet you there in five minutes. Now get your ass over there!"