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When they got to the school, they dropped in on Mr. Churchill just as the doctor was leaving his office with a rather large brown bag. They greeted each other warmly.

"We just drove by the land you and Mr. Blount donated for the new home project and it's beautiful" the sheriff said. "It was a very, very generous gift to this city and to the people who will enjoy it for many years to come."

"We were glad to be able to do it" he said. "It is some of the most beautiful acreage in our estates. We both discussed what acreage to donate and we donated the portion that we both feel is perhaps the most beautiful. If a gift is to have meaning, it cannot be a gift of crumbs."

"Well it's magnificent land and we can barely wait to see construction begin" William said. "I assume you saw the architect's plans for the basic models?"

"Oh yes" he said. "Mr. Levin sent them all to us for our approval. We made absolutely no changes. Meeks is perhaps the finest architect in the state and his work is always just perfect. We talked to him yesterday and he says the designs are anti-antebellum. Lots of high ceilings, open beams and expanses of glass to let the outdoors come in. The absolute opposite of the antebellum architecture of the old south."

"Indeed" William said. "We love being in the Bedford house and your estate is gorgeous" William said. "But I can understand how the big white columns and the perfect rows of flowering trees can be grim reminders of a past we would like to forget."

"Our thoughts exactly" Mr. Churchill said. "I must run now. I have auditions for the spring musical starting in a half hour. You would not believe the talent that was infused into our student body with the colony kids coming here. It has raised the standard of theatre around here and the auditions are more competitive than ever. I can't remember when I was this excited about auditioning a musical. Some of the new boys and girls are such beautiful specimens, especially the boys. I'm trying to figure out how I can insert at least one scene with all the boys shirtless. There are just some beautiful boys with fine bodies and great voices. Not to mention some great bulges too."

"I hope you don't run out of cock cages to keep the boys focused" Randy chuckled.

"Believe me, I order a new batch before every audition but if I do, I will borrow some from the stash I just gave the doctor" he said. "We ordered some of every size so if you have some younger boys requiring discipline, you are covered. I also ordered you a half dozen of the newest anal probes. They are like shock collars but not for the neck if you get my drift. Just be careful. They really can be dangerous if not used correctly. Don't let the kids play with those. They deliver some major voltage. Believe me on that. Frankie and I already tried one out."

"Thank you so much" the sheriff said as they all exchanged hugs and the men headed for Ben's office.

Ben was waiting for them in his big office and had pulled some student records as Randy had requested when he called the evening prior.

"I've been going over the records and there were several of the boys on the list of boys who got circumcised at that hellhole church who got red flagged for possible problems. Four were investigated by social services for possible abuse in the home but no substantial evidence was ever found in any of the cases" Principal Ben said. "That is, unfortunately, not surprising. Parent know how to cover up things they don't want exposed and it sounds like there was a lot of manipulation going on in all the cases. Powerful men with money can get almost anything they want expunged from the records. People who work in social services are woefully underpaid and they have families to feed as well. I'm not excusing it but it seems to be the way of the world. I pulled records for Kurt and Rafe as well in case you wanted to review them. Both those boys had a couple of the finest minds to ever darken the doors here at this school but they slipped through the cracks. Either of those two could have had all the academic scholarships they could ever use based on their generalized testing scores. But our teachers and counselors are overworked too. Not making excuses but stating facts. The Bentleys and I are working hard to change that but it won't happen overnight. Phillip Hunt's file is in the stack too but the most concerning to me seems to be Sonny Smallwood. I remember that kid. He was an excellent athlete who was one of the top football players and was an outstanding wrestler. He was said to have followed in his father's footsteps in that regard as his dad had been an athletic standout here when he was in school. He was also above average as a student. He suddenly dropped out of school three weeks into the term. He was said to have been looking forward to the wrestling season as he was a top contender for a state title. I asked Marv about him. Marv said he was very disappointed when Sonny just suddenly dropped out of school and out of sight. He was so concerned he went to the home. He remembered talking to the boy's father who said his son had just decided to drop out and get his g.e.d. It is most unusual to have boys drop out once they've reached their senior year. Most of them have gotten most of their academic subjects out of the way so they can coast and enjoy all the perks of being a senior and a star athlete. The same was true of Sonny. Marv said he made three or four trips to the home and to his dad's garage but he never actually got to talk to Sonny. He said by the fourth visit, the father was quite hostile and ordered him off the property. Once a parent does that, there just isn't much we can do. Our hands are tied unless there is some evidence of abuse. In this case there was none. It may have been going on but it was well-hidden."

"Did Coach Marv report that to social services?" Randy asked.

"Yes, he did" Ben said. "They supposedly investigated and came up with nothing suspicious. As for the other boys, they are all seniors. If you carefully track their grades, you will find a severe drop in each of the boy's grades at some point, then a slow return to normal over a three to four grading period average. That is not conclusive but it could indicate each of the boys experienced some type of event which traumatized them in some way."

"Goddamn it!" Randy exclaimed. "I'd say it's conclusive enough for me. I'd like to take a blade to every single one of them goddamned fathers right this minute. Take every one of them fuckers out on the front of the school grounds and have everybody in this town watch me cut their cocks while they screamed and begged for mercy."

Randy was visibly upset, as were the other men in the room.

"Sheriff, I know what you want is revenge" Ben said quietly, drying his own eyes. "As fathers especially, we want to get even. But we know that the law doesn't always work when it comes to punishing what are otherwise upstanding, fine, white citizens in the eyes of the community. Please know that while you have not told Marv and myself what is going on with the Prints, Will Barrow, and the Smith brothers, we have a pretty good idea. We do appreciate you protecting all of us and allowing us to maintain plausible deniability. This behavior is simply intolerable in a civilized society and it must be punished. If the courts won't give these boys justice, it is up to us to make sure it is done."

"We just have to be clever and use the tools we have" William said. "Can you imagine how these poor kids would feel if their fathers were put on trial and the boys had to recount all of this on a witness stand only to have their buddies and business associates in the community find them not guilty? What a devaluing experience that would be after all they've already been through. We simply cannot risk that happening to these kids."

"As much as we'd love a rush to justice, we have to figure this out, make a plan, and implement it carefully" the doctor said. "It requires a careful process of building a case against each and every one of the men who did this. At the risk of boring you, I can recall our feelings as Jews when it seemed to take so goddamned long to bring those Nazi fucks to justice. But the Nuremberg trials, as long as they took, gave all of us some feeling that some of the pricks had been held accountable. Those young boys have to be feeling right now like their asshole fathers got away with this without paying any price at all for their betrayal of their own sons. That is a terrible feeling and those boys deserve some justice."

"I know you're right" Randy said. "I have to control my temper and my urge to cut the nuts off of every one of them fuckers. We know that Kurt was the first boy cut and we have the details on that. I don't think there's much more information he can give us. The next boy on the list is Donnie Thornton. His dad's name is Rick. That don't sound familiar to me."

."I know the boy" Ben said. "In reviewing his grades, it appears he was a very good student until the second semester of his freshman year. Then his grades and his attendance plummeted."

"That would be about six months after Kurt got cut so it would certainly fit our rough timeline" Randy said.

"If this kid's been having to keep this secret for three years, he must be filled with rage" the doctor said. "It looks like his grades have settled out but never as good as before the apparent incident. His attendance has been steady since that one episode."

"That has to be it" Randy said. "I think we have to talk to this boy."

"Be careful" Ben said. "Donald has always appeared to be a rather shy, quiet boy. His father is just the opposite. Mr. Thornton has been a leader in the Parent-Teacher Association and is always very outspoken. He has pushed for daily Bible readings and supports forcing all students to have prayer, regardless of their individual beliefs and forcing students to recite the pledge of allegiance. He made a big stink when they decided to discontinue public prayer before the football games. He got that reinstated. In general the guy is an asshole and a thorn in my side. But he's a very successful businessman and doesn't mind throwing cash around to influence others to come around to his way of thinking."

"Quite a soldier for the Lord" the doctor said.

"Yeah, a citizen soldier asshole" Randy said. "Any chance we might talk to Donnie today?"

"That might be difficult" Ben said. "They are all doing some testing followup and will be pretty tied up the rest of the day. Maybe tomorrow would be better."

"It's waited three years" Randy said. "I guess another day won't hurt. I'd really like to talk to this Smallwood kid who dropped out."

"I'd love to go with you but I can't get away" Ben said. "Please give Sonny my best and make it clear if there's anything Marv or I can ever do for the boy, we stand ready."

The three men left and headed out to the address listed for the father's garage. It was out in the county on a fairly well used road which led to a popular lake recreation area. The garage was a large cinder block building with a sign out-front showing George Smallwood as the owner. They went inside to an area which was much cleaner than any of them had imagined a garage might be. The floors were clean and someone obviously made an effort to keep the place neat and in order. There was a late model Oldsmobile elevated on a chain lift and a pair of work boots sticking out from under the car.

"I'll be with you in just a minute" a disembodied voice said from underneath the vehicle. Within a couple of minutes a blonde god rolled out from under the Oldsmobile. He was a handsome, muscular boy with a beautiful smile and slightly shaggy long blondish hair. He had a few smudges of grease on his arm and some on his pants but the kid was Hollywood handsome and had a very muscular, athletic body. When he stood and offered a hand for a shake, he wasn't quite as tall as one might have expected, given the muscular frame. He was slightly taller than the doctor and his smile was beautiful.

"You're obviously not George Smallwood, are you?" the doctor asked.

"No, Sir," the boy said in a soft voice that did not match the muscular physique. "I'm Sonny. I run the place now."

"Is your father here, son?" the sheriff asked. "I'm Sheriff Randy Gaylor, this is Will Walker and this other gentleman is Doctor Foster. We'd like to have a word with your paw."

"I thought sheriffs always wore badges" the boy said.

"I usually do but I have it in my pocket today" the sheriff explained. "I'll be glad to show it to you if you'd like."

"That won't be necessary" the boy said. I can't say this is a surprise. I been expectin' you'd show up at some point."

"Why is that, son?" the sheriff asked. "Why would you expect law enforcement to show up here?"

"Well, I killed my own father" the boy said offering his wrists as if the sheriff would want to put handcuffs on him. "I knew you'd come for me sooner or later. I won't put up a fight. I'm guilty."

"Wait a minute, son," the sheriff said. "Could we maybe have a seat and talk about this? And put your hands down. I didn't come here to arrest nobody and I ain't cuffin' you till I get more information."

"Of course" the boy said. "Come on in the office over here. There's chairs enough for all of us. Can I get you some coffee of a soda?" he asked.

"No, son, I think we're fine for now" the sheriff said.

"So your father is dead?" William asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "He sure is and I'm responsible. No doubt about that in my mind."

"Did you shoot your father or stab him?" the sheriff asked. "I'll admit that I'm feelin' a little bit confused right now. It ain't ever day a boy admits to killin' his paw and smiles and offers me coffee or a soda. How did you kill your paw, son?" the sheriff asked.

"I wished him dead so bad for so long that if finally happened" Sonny said, tears welling up in his clear blue eyes. "The doctors over in Mount Pilot said it was cancer in his pancreas but I know it was cause I wished him to die so much. I'm ready to accept my punishment."

"Sonny, my boy," the doctor said, putting his arm around the boy. "It doesn't work like that. You can't wish somebody dead. Cancer of any kind is just a bunch of bad cells that take over certain parts of the body. You can't blame yourself for anyone dying of cancer. It's just a disease and there's no one to blame for a disease."

"But I wished it on him for so long" the boy said softly.

"I think we understand why you wished that on your paw, son" the sheriff said, putting his hand on the boy's thigh. "We know about what your paw and that preacher Smith done to you."

"How do you know?" the boy asked. "I never told a soul and I know none of the men or the preacher would ever have told."

"The preacher has confessed, Sonny," the doctor said. "We know how that preacher and your daddy laid you on that table and held you down while they cut on your private parts. You weren't the only boy they did that to. We know all about it and you bear no blame. Not the least little bit."

"Well, I still should be locked up" the boy said, crying softly. "A week and a half after he and the preacher and those men did it to me, I did the same thing to my dad. I went in after he got drunk and passed out and I cut him just like they cut me. It was an awful night. I remember my mama screaming and paw waking up to find his cock all bloody and I did it. I was holding the knife and the end of his penis in my hands. I know you'll put me in jail for that and I deserve it."

"No, son," you're not going to jail for doing that. "As a matter of fact, I think you deserve some kind of medal for not killin' the whole bunch of them that did this to you."

"I wanted to" the boy said. "I dreamed about it. I almost did it too. I followed that preacher and most of the men. I knew where they all lived. I knew their patterns and I knew they were about to cut another boy. I went to the church that night, expecting them to be there with the boy. I hid under the table but they never showed up. I've been looking for the preacher ever since. The boy they were going to cut is a cute boy with no idea what that preacher and his own mama had planned for him. I hope they didn't get him. I wanted to save that boy."

"His name is Rafe, Sonny," the doctor said. "They didn't get him. "He lives with us now and he's safe. You're safe too, son. The preacher is being dealt with and will never, ever harm another boy the way he hurt you. That's a promise.

The boy was sobbing now. It was a great release for his guilt, pain and frustration. The men held him and let him cry. While he cried it out, Randy and William left him with the doctor, who was holding the boy as his body shook with sobs. They made a pot of coffee and eventually brought cups back for the doctor and themselves, bringing the boy a can of soda.

"I'm sorry I was so upset" the boy said. "I've just felt so guilty and so hurt and so afraid for so long. And I felt like I'd let Rafe down and they'd done something awful to that boy. But after that night when they didn't show up, I couldn't go back anywhere near that church. I'd try to drive there but I'd end up with my hands shaking so bad I couldn't drive. I'd get so sick at my stomach that I had to stop and get out of the car and vomit on the side of the road."

"I promise you Rafe is fine and you'll meet him in a few hours" the doctor said. "You're not spending another night here by yourself. You're going with us. We have a big house full of boys and plenty of room. You can have a room to yourself or all the company you want, Sonny. Do you feel like giving us a little more information?"

"Sure thing, doctor," the boy said. "It's been awful hard keeping all this inside of me and not being able to talk to anybody. I feel guilty for letting the preacher and my own paw do all the stuff they did to me but to be honest, some of it felt real good and I was too embarrassed about all of it to ever tell a soul. I feel like a different person already. Just knowing that boy is all right is such a relief."

"You mentioned your mother" William said. "Where is she?"

"She left the morning after I cut my dad" the boy said. "Actually she left in the middle of the night and I've not seen or heard from her since. I have no idea where she is. In a way, she was kind of responsible for the whole thing. I was an only child although my dad wanted a house full of children. My mother said giving birth to me had been too painful so she soured on my dad after I was born. She was real ugly to him, telling him to keep his nasty pecker away from her. That just made dad and me all that much closer. We worked out together, swam together, played sports together. He was a handsome man with much more muscle than I'll ever have. I worshipped the ground he walked on. He enjoyed having a few beers and my momma objected to that. She would find a couple of beers in the refrigerator here at the shop and she'd go on a tear. She was awful mean to dad and she actually started beating him. He could have knocked her through one of these block walls but he didn't lay a hand on her. At least not then. She was always on a rip about how he wouldn't attend church with her and wouldn't take me to church. Then one day she finally talked him into going to church with her and taking me. It seemed like a good day but turned out to be the start of all the bad stuff that happened."

"Were you at Preacher Smith's church?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "He called it the Church of the Last days with Signs following which I thought was a funny name for a church. But the preacher was a young guy who seemed to hit it off with my dad. He came to visit the garage several times and he and my dad would have a couple of beers together. Of course they never let my mom know about that or she'd have had a fit. That was their secret and I think that was the start of the bond that formed between them. It wasn't long before we were attending every time the church doors were open and my dad became an avid Bible reader. He did Bible studies with the preacher and they always had beer. The beer use eventually moved to sharing hard liquor and the preacher could put it away almost as well as my dad. They always drank vodka so mama wouldn't smell it on them. It wasn't long before I started feeling uncomfortable around the preacher. I felt like he was always looking at me or touching me when my dad or mom wasn't watching. He'd always put a hand on my thigh or get his face real close to mine but always when nobody else was around. It just made me uncomfortable. That was just as I was starting to get some pubic hair. I remember it clearly because I had only just started growing some fine blonde pubes when the preacher was here one day and he told me to drop my pants and let him see if I was growing up godly. Those were the words he used. I didn't want to but he got kind of stern and told me he'd have my dad give me a beating if I didn't do what he told me to do. So I did. He didn't touch me that first day or for a while after that. He just had me get real close and he looked at my body. It felt real funny but it kept happening more and more. And only when he was alone with me. My dad and mother trusted him so he could be alone with me any time he wanted. Sometimes he'd tell them he wanted to pray with me but we didn't pray. Every time he came over here he'd manage to make me drop my pants so he could examine me when dad wasn't in the room. Then he began to touch me. It felt really good. I'd never had another person touch my privates except when I was a baby and I didn't remember that. So I kind of liked the attention although he scared me cause he said that if I told my dad what we did, I'd be in a lot of trouble. He also told me a bunch of times that if I told anyone what we did when we were alone together that my daddy would drop dead."

"How old were you then, Sonny?" the doctor asked.

"I'm not sure, doctor," the boys aid. "To be honest it all is kind of blurred in my memory. I can remember feelings I had more than specific things that happened. But I remember he'd send my dad on some errand or another to make sure we were alone and he'd have me take my pants down. He started to masturbate me till I started feeling good. I wasn't making any juice at first but I remember shortly after that starting to feel sticky afterward. I've done some reading now and I realize I was having dry climaxes. I just knew it felt awfully good having somebody else touch my little penis and rub on my balls. This went on for a couple of years and he had progressed to sucking my cock and having me suck him off. I have to admit I enjoyed it. Then one day I was working out with my dad and I got an erection. It happened a lot cause I liked watching my handsome dad work out without a shirt and sometimes just in nothing but a pair of shorts. I had managed to conceal my erections from my dad till that day. I knew then I wasn't supposed to like watching dad but I did. One day he saw that I had a hard on in my pants and he started asking me questions about how often it happened and whether I touched myself. I told him sometimes it got hard at night and I'd rub myself to make it feel good. He was furious. He pulled my pants down and shamed me over having a hardon. He called me awful names. That was the first time he saw I was had pubes. He seemed shocked that I was in the middle of puberty. He called the preacher and told him I was doing nasty things to my body. The preacher came over that evening and they both made me strip naked. They had me play with myself and told me I was of the devil. Things went from bad to worse with my dad from that point on. The preacher was over here almost every day and dad began to tell mom I was evil. She believed it like she believed everything my dad said. I felt really alone and was ashamed to talk to anybody about it. Dad wouldn't let me play with any of my friends because the preacher had him convinced all we would do was masturbate together. I can't tell you how awful it was but I still didn't hate my dad. I kept hoping he would change back into the loving dad I had known and loved so much. I wanted so badly to tell my teacher or my principal but Preacher Smith had me believing my parents would die if I told anyone about what we did together. Then one day the preacher was over. He and dad were drinking a lot and they ran out of vodka. He sent dad to the liquor store and he immediately had me out of my pants. He had started taking his own pants down by this time and rubbing his big willy up against mine. I'll be honest. It felt really, really good and I enjoyed it. I knew it was something we shouldn't be doing but I didn't know exactly why except that his threats if I told anyone were so extreme. The day he sent dad to the liquor store, he knew we had more time than usual. He had me take my pants completely off and that day he started to lick me and suck me. He even put his finger inside me and it felt so good. I remember how hard my climax was that day and I remember he shot his load all over my dick that day. I'll never forget the feeling of his warm cream covering my hard pecker. It was amazing. As soon as he shot, he got dressed. I was still naked from the waist down when my dad walked in and surprised us. Preacher Smith immediately lied to my dad, telling him he had gone to use the bathroom and when he walked in the room, he found me beating my meat. He told him it was of the devil and I had to be punished or we would all be hell bound. I tried to explain to my dad what had happened but he believed the preacher instead of me. Although he saw the thick white cum on my belly, he still believed the preacher. I told him the cum was from t he preacher and that he had jacked off on me but he believed the preacher. Preacher Smith made dad show him where I slept. He told dad I would have to have my hands tied to the bed so I wouldn't masturbate at night. Dad did everything he told him to. I can show you the bed. I haven't been in that room since dad died but it's still there with the ropes intact where dad tied my hands every single night. When the preacher would come over after that, he would tell dad he was going to pray with me and he would take me in his care to his church where did sex stuff. That went on until my pubes got really thick. I think he was really more attracted before my body matured but he continued to use me several times a week. He would send my mother away so we could pray together. She was thrilled that a man she considered so important would spend time praying with her only son. Dad would be out here in the garage working and he'd have sex with me. Then he even started to put his cock inside me. That really hurt at first but then I learned if I'd suck him really good before we got started with the other and I got his dick really wet and slick, it would start to feel good. I mean really, really good. But I was always scared after we did anything because he would threaten me so severely. It was like he was always angry after he'd shot his load and didn't want to look at me or talk to me. This continued for over two years. I was available to him any time he wanted it. Dad had let me play football before all of this started and we'd really enjoyed throwing the football around and playing outside together. I had always enjoyed wrestling with dad and had gotten pretty good but the preacher told dad I couldn't do that anymore. I was really disappointed but the preacher convinced dad that the wrestling singlets the team had to wear were too revealing. He had told me I had to go to coach Thomas and tell him I was dropping out of wrestling. The day I went he wasn't in his office. I seriously thought about telling him everything that was going on but I was too afraid to do it. That preacher really had me convinced my whole family would be stricken down by the Lord if I told anyone about what the preacher and I were doing in private. I left before the coach came back into the office and I never saw him again. There were so many times I wanted to talk to him and let him know what was happening. I always felt he would somehow understand but I just couldn't do it. I guess I was enjoying what I was doing with the preacher and maybe I felt too guilty about enjoying it. The day dad told me I had to quit wrestling, I decided I couldn't live with all the secrets any more. I told my dad exactly what had gone on between the preacher and myself. I told him everything about him touching me for years, about us having oral and anal sex and about the threats. I really let it all out and thought dad would respond by leaving the church and protecting me. Instead he called the preacher who came directly over here and started to deny everything I said. He convinced dad that I was of the devil and was trying to ruin my dad and himself. He said I was a nasty cocksucking little faggot and every other nasty thing a person could think of. I was stunned at how nasty and mean the man was and at the filthy language the man used. He told dad I was never to go back to that school and dad called and withdrew me that afternoon. I never got to go back and see the coach or anyone else. And what hurt was that the coach never attempted to even see if I was all right. It was shortly after that he assembled the men at the church and circumcised me. That whole night is a blur. I remember being scared they were going to kill me. I really believed they were. My dad held me down while that preacher cut my foreskin off. The pain was awful. At one point I got away and ran out and hid in the woods. They were all looking for me. I was already naked and alone in the woods scared to death. My dad found me and he and a couple of the men in the church dragged me back inside. They tied me to that table and the preacher cut me. I remember the pain and then I passed out. When I woke up I was tied in my own bed and the preacher and dad was pouring alcohol on my bloody cock. I thought they'd cut it off. The alcohol burned like fire. It was at that moment I wished my father dead. I never stopped wishing that and I can't say I'm sorry now that he's gone."

"That's understandable, son," the doctor said. "But you've survived. You're a very smart kid. You understand what they did to you and you've reasoned it all out. You even understand the way your own dad was manipulated by that preacher."

"Oh yeah, I wanted him to die too" Sonny said. But I wanted my dad and my mother dead first. I couldn't imagine she knew about any of this but a few nights after it happened I heard them talking. She had gone along with every bit of it. She knew it was going to happen and she did nothing to stop it. I hated her for that. I really thought they had cut my penis completely off. I had no idea what circumcision was. I had never seen anyone circumcised that I was aware of. Now I realize there were probably some guys on the team who were circumcised but I just never noticed it. I guess if I saw it I just assumed they had their foreskins pulled back. The only cocks I ever really saw up close were my own, my dad's and the preacher's."

Randy left the room to go into the garage portion of the building and returned very shortly. As the doctor was asking about what had happened to the boy's mother.

"Like I said, I had heard them talking and I realized mom had been in on the whole thing. That was pretty devastating. Also as I lay there in bed, I thought the men had completely amputated my cock and probably my nuts too. I was depressed at the thought I'd never enjoy sex again in my life and was really wishing I would die. The alcohol burned so badly I just knew there was nothing left down there. The pain was unbelievable for the first three or four days. I would go to the bathroom but wouldn't even look down because I didn't want to see myself. Then on the fifth day, it wasn't hurting quite as much and I went in the bathroom to find I still had my nuts and my penis. I didn't know what it was called but I knew they had cut some of the skin off of me. I was furious at my parents for putting me through so much pain. I got stronger each day and by the tenth day after things happened at that church, I was walking pretty well. The preacher had been out to check on me and had again poured alcohol on me. I remember his evil smile as the alcohol burned my tender wounds. But I was able to clean the blood off and see that I still had a penis. I had no idea whether it would ever work again but I was kind of relieved there was still something there. The preacher left and mom went to a bible study. Dad had had enough to drink that he passed out. Mom knew he was drinking again but she had given up on changing that so she just ignored it. I made sure he was asleep or passed out or whatever and I pinched him a few times. He didn't respond so I knew that he was out of it. I found some rope off the roll he had used to tie my hands to my bed and tied his hands together over his head. Took his shirt and undershirt off, leaving him naked above the waist. He never woke up or responded at all. So I pulled his pants and his underwear down to his ankles and then took them off him, leaving him completely naked. Then I tied his ankles together with the rope. I remember thinking what a nice cock he had. Dad had a really thick bush a lot darker than mine or the preacher's. He had a really long foreskin, longer than I remembered my own being. I pulled the foreskin down as far as it would go. I don't know how I knew what I was doing and I didn't care. I just wanted revenge. I got my mom's pinking shears out of her sewing kit and I pulled his foreskin down over his cockhead and held it tight. I remember putting my lower body over his upper body so he couldn't get away and I took those big old shears and cut his foreskin right off. He immediately woke up cursing and screaming like a madman. I took the skin and ran outside, throwing the shears somewhere in the yard. He was bound so he couldn't walk or use his arms but he managed to snake his way off the sofa and out the door. He fell off the front porch into the yard and lay screaming there until my mother returned a couple of hours later. He screamed the entire time but not a soul heard him. I hid in the woods until my mother got home. She discovered dad and what had happened. She knew she couldn't go to the police or they would find out what had been done to me so she managed to drag him back into the house and put him in their bed. She tried to clean up the blood and bandage his penis. It was a terrible mess but I felt no pity at all. When she had given him some more booze to calm him down, I walked into the room. I told her she would be needing a new pair of pinking shears. She started screaming at me and cursing t me. She was mad because he made their living and now she might have to go to work. That's when I snapped. I'm not proud of it but I quietly told her she better leave right then because I just might kill her if she didn't. She looked scared. She packed a bag and left the house. Neither dad nor I ever heard another word from her. That preacher showed up here the day after my mother left but I met him on the porch with my dad's shotgun pointed right at his heart. I told him to get off the property and if he ever showed up here again, I'd blow his ass to the Lord God Jehovah. He immediately pissed his pants and took off running to his car. He never returned to this property."

"Son, I don't know what to say except that I'm so sorry for what they did to you and how they hurt you" the doctor said. "You are not a bad person. You were the victim of pure evil. Unfortunately it happens in this old world. But you have survived. I don't know how you did it but you did and that is all that matters."

"I stayed here with dad and fed him" the boys aid. "We never said more than a few words to each other. I didn't know what to say and I don't think he did either. Then he started having bad pains in his stomach. He wanted to go to a doctor in Mount Pilot so I took him. The doctor asked what had happened to his penis. I told a lie and said he and my mother had gotten into a fight with a pair of shears and he seemed to believe it. He said the man's cock was healing up fine but he wouldn't be needing it again cause he had stage four metastatic cancer of the pancreas. He died a couple of months later and I had him buried in the Gayberry cemetery. Even put a little marker there with just his name. I was going to say a few words the day he was buried but I couldn't find any words. By that time I was following the preacher and some of the men around. There were several times I could've shot him and several of the others but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I recognized several of the men who were involved in cutting me but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I never was much of a hunter and my dad used to kid me about it. I just never saw the thrill in killing little innocent creatures that weren't harming us."

"Son, the fact is that some men are just too gentle to live among wolves" the doctor said. "You are one of them."

"Sonny, I think you ought to know that, while the system failed you, there were people who cared and who tried to protect you" Randy said.

He went into the garage and brought back with him Coach Thomas and Principal Whaley.

They embraced the boy and cried with him.

"Son, you need to know something. The coach tried on four occasions to see you and the principal notified social services multiple times." Randy said. "Your parents lied and thwarted every effort to reach you and check on your well-being."

"But that's no excuse" Coach Thomas said, choking back his tears. "I should have been out here every goddamned day from the day you left till today if it took it. I know we let you down but you better know that we'll never let this happen again. I swear on all that is holy this will never happen again, son."

"Sonny is going home with us" the doctor said. "I'm going in your room to pack a few things and we can either buy new ones or come back and get anything you want later."

"I'm okay staying here" the boy said. "I really am. I'm making it just fine and I don't want to be a burden."

"No, son, that is not going to happen" the doctor said. "I have my medical bag and I will tranquilize you if I have to. I would prefer that you come peacefully but I will take extreme steps if I must."

"Sonny," the coach said. "Please go home with these guys. Let them love you and help you heal. Randy told us what happened and we can't change that. But we can help you make the future better. Please go home with them. They're the best. They'll give you all the space you need and they'll be right beside you when you don't need to be alone."

The boy agreed to go home with them and they joined him in his bedroom where indeed his twin bed still had ropes attached to the headboard where he had been tied to keep him from masturbating. They helped him pack his clothes, pretty much cleaning out his closet and his drawers. As they were leaving the house they noticed a lot of pictures of the family on the piano.

"Would you like me to bring any of these?" William asked. "No" Sonny said quietly. "They can stay here."

The group left, the coach and Ben returning to school and the men with Sonny heading for home with another boy who had been badly wounded but not broken.