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"Barrow gets my vote" the preacher said. "He did fuck up when he took Charlie with him when there were better choices. But that ain't my main reason for choosin' Barrow. Fact is that he was always too big a coward to join my church. Several of the others invited him to come just like I did, but he always made some excuse. I told him what was going on and it got him excited. I could always see the rubbin' his crotch like he couldn't wait to get away from me so he could beat his meat just thinkin' about a handsome naked teenage boy bein' held down on a table. That little cock always made him throw a tent in his breeches when I told him about cuttin' another boy to save his soul but he never had the guts to participate. Because of that I never trusted him. I certainly can't vote for my own flesh and blood. I do think Charlie needs cuttin' to save his soul, but we can deal with that later. His paw should've had it done years ago but he never had the guts for it either. He told me about hearin' the boy beatin' his meat in his bed at night and I told him we could save him. But he was chickenshit and look what it got him. I think the boy enjoys fuckin' old Barrow and that's just unnatural and a sin against the laws of the Lord. Still, I think Barrow has to be next because he's such a goddamned coward. And there just ain't no place for cowards in the army of the mighty Jehovah!"

"No please, preacher, don't do this to me" Barrow begged. "When we're out of here I won't miss a service or a meeting at the church. Every time the doors are open I'll be on the front row. I swear I will. You can have my house, my car, everything I own. Please don't do this. Your own brother was fucking your young daughter. I bet he was fucking your wife too after seeing the way he watched when those other men were fucking her. Let it be him. You know it's true. Let it be Charlie or your brother. Please. Please just not me. Anybody but me."

"Barrow, it's time to take what's comin' like a man" Preacher Smith told him. "Our Lord and savior also asked on the night he was betrayed that they might let the cup pass from his lips, but he knew what was comin'. It was comin' at him like a freight train. It's time to act like a man and accept it. Don't humiliate yourself by beggin' and cryin' like some little girl."

"You've got to be fucking shitting me!" P.T. yelled at the preacher. "It ain't been long since your ass was tied to that goddamned table and you were begging and pleading and crying and sobbing. I bet they ehard you all the fucking way to Charleston! You need to just shut the fuck up with all your bible-thumping bullshit! You're the biggest coward in this whole motherfucking room!"

"Shut the fuck up, old man!" Jack Smith interjected. "You don't get to talk shit about my brother after the way you begged and squawled and cried when they put your ass in that wood box. It's just a goddamned wood box. But you showed what a fuckin' coward you were ever time they got you near it. So just shut the fuck up about my brother and mind your own goddamned business!"

"Arnold, since you are the newest member of the team, the sheriff and I have agreed you should do the honors" William said as he and the sheriff moved toward the table, placing a screaming, struggling Barrow flat on his back on the brightly lit table.

His wrists were secured with ropes to rings on the floor. His arms were stretched above his head, exposing his beautiful, bushy pits. They then secured his hairy legs also to rings in the floor, widely spreading his legs so that he was completely exposed. The man was terrified, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He was unable to struggle, as they had tied him tightly. Arnold stepped to the table and began to stroke the handsome man's hairy leg even as the man continued to beg and plead with them not to do this..

"This is a bit of a shame, Mr. Barrow," Arnold said. "You are a good looking man and I have a feeling that is part of what landed you on this table about to get your cock carved up like a jack-o-lantern."

Barrow wailed when he heard those words and continued to sob.

"You better listen to me now, Barrow," Arnold said. "You need to remember I had never performed a surgery of any kind until a few hours ago. You make any movement at all and I could easily remove things I didn't mean to remove. That would be a shame. Not so much for me as it would be for you."

William and Randy laughed. Barrow's disgust with having another man touch him was palpable in the room as Arnold moved his hand onto Barrow's thigh and began to graze his hairy nut sac. His tiny cock was barely visible, having shrunken in fear. It appeared as if his uncut penis was trying to hide itself in the man's lush pubic bush.

"My my" Arnold said. "You really are as hairy as a monkey, aren't you?" he mused. "I believe you're as hairy as those two cops we cut earlier and then shaved all the hair off their bodies. They were crying too cause they're afraid of what's going to happen when their wives and their co-workers see their suddenly hairless bodies."

He began to comb the man's very thick pubic bush with his fingers and rubbed his hand up into the dense fur of his treasure trail.

"I really wouldn't mind fucking you, Barrow" Arnold said. "Looked like little Charlie was enjoying that pink starfish a lot. But it's getting late so I may have to save that for another day."

Arnold then pulled the straight razor he had used earlier from his pocket and in a swift move, put it against Barrow's hairy neck. The light reflected off the shimmering blade.

"You know I could just cut your fucking throat, Barrow," Arnold said. "One little slice and it would all be over. I think before all is said and done, that would be the easier route for you. But we don't want easy, do we? No, we want you to think long and hard about what you did and about that sweet boy you tried to have killed. And about all those folks you burned out of their fucking homes."

Barrow sobbed as Arnold stretched his foreskin down as far as it would go over the man's cockhead. William handed him a marker and he drew a circle around the foreskin when it was pulled absolutely as far as it would go. Barrow had started to wail now, begging him to stop and promising him all his worldly possessions.

"Please" Barrow said. "Anything I have is yours. Anything. Everything. I have a new car. You can have my house. I have land my father left me. Anything you want. Please."

"I have a house" Arnold said. "I have a new car. I don't need any more land. There's nothing you have that I need or want, Mr. Barrow."

That said, he began to slice into Barrow's foreskin. He continued to pull down on the meat as the man wailed and screamed. He warned him that if he passed out, he would take his nuts too so Barrow tried his best to stay conscious as badly as he wanted to be unconscious.

"Throw some water on his face, boys," Arnold instructed. "He's turning pretty white. Look at all this fucking blood. Barrow, you're bleeding like a fucking pig being slaughtered."

William dumped a bucket of cold water on Barrow's face, causing him to sputter and shake his head violently.

"You're moving too much, Barrow," Arnold chuckled. "It's almost like you're trying to cause me to take them nuts and maybe that little boydick of yours."

Again William and Randy joined the laughter as Arnold continued to slowly cut the foreskin away. As Arnold completed his cutting, Randy began to feed white bread to the remaining prisoners. He then took the hose and held it near their mouths so they could drink water from the hose. He gave them each four pieces of the bread and all the water they wanted. Barrow continued to scream until the cutting was finished, then he was reduced to sobbing until Arnold poured alcohol onto the wound.

"Oh fucking goddamn!"he screamed. "That's worse than the fucking knife!"

He continued howling and wailing for several minutes. The other prisoners were becoming tired of the noisy hysterics, especially P.T.

"Do you have to scream like a fucking woman?" P.T. asked. "Take it like a fucking man. Nothing is painful enough to warrant that kind of sissypants behavior, Barrow!"

Arnold now had Barrow's bloody penis wrapped in gauze and William handed him a fresh pair of ladies' panties to put on him.

"These are some we found at your house, Barrow" William chuckled. "I hope they're your favorites."

Arnold pulled the panties up the man's hairy legs and over his thick bush which flowed out obscenely over the bikini panties. He offered him bread but Barrow refused, wanting only a drink of water. Arnold assisted a weak Barrow back to his place on the wall and secured his ropes to the heavy metal rings.

"Well, I guess we've done about enough damage for one night" William chuckled. "P.T., I don't think it was very nice the way you talked to Barrow while he was under the knife. As a matter of fact, I think it was extremely rude behavior. I believe you called him a fucking woman and a sissypants. That wasn't very nice."

He nodded at Randy and, with Arnold's assistance, they moved the wooden box back onto the altar table. P.T.'s eyes immediately widened in fear.

"Let's see if you talk so big when we nail you back in that fucking box, old man," William said as he untied the man's wrists and led him to the table.

P.T. pulled the rope out of William's hands and bolted for the door but was immediately tackled by Arnold and knocked unconscious. They then lifted him into the wooden box and began to nail it shut. As Arnold and William drove the nails into the box, the sheriff walked back over and untied young Charlie and walked him over to the group in the center of the room.

"Remember, boy what we talked about earlier" the sheriff said. "You could easily have been the one cut tonight. I think we both know your time is coming unless something happens. I ain't makin' you no promises, but your best chance at keeping that cock of yours intact is to get us some good information we can use on these others. You've behaved a lot more decent than these others and I'd like to keep you safe as long as I can. But all the decisions made here ain't always in my control."

"I understand, sheriff and I appreciate it" the boy whispered. "I'll do my best to find out anything I can. I sure would like to keep all of my cock if I can. I seen how much pain my paw has suffered."

Randy walked the boy back to his place on the wall and tied him securely.

"Well, I guess it's time to say good night, ladies" Arnold said sarcastically as they began to leave. "Tell P.T. when he wakes up that he needs to learn to hold his tongue. Oh yeah, tell him to go fuck himself too!"

The three laughed hysterically as they left and turned out the lights, plunging the cavernous space into total darkness. As they left, they heard P.T.'s screams as he woke up and found himself once again in the wooden box.

"This has been quite a fucking day" William said, as they headed out.

"Sure has" Arnold said. "Most memorable day in my recent memory. You guys can just drop me at my house."

"Are you sure?" the sheriff asked. "I'm afraid we left your place in an awful mess with that wet bed and all that hair. Do you really want to face that tonight? I'm sure Arnold Junior's already settled in and is asleep with our boys. There's no need for you to be alone. Besides, we got plenty of beer and a hot tub if you'd like to just bunk in with us tonight."

"That's a very tempting offer. But I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"You won't need one of those" William chuckled.

"Then hell yeah, I appreciate the invitation, fellows!" Arnold said as they headed to Randy's house. "I will admit I may need a little private bathroom time before we hit the hot tub. I've been feeling horny since we caught my ex-wife fucking those guys earlier."

"You can have all the private time you want, buddy, but you can also feel free to show off a hardon at the house. We are teaching our boys that getting hard is one of the most natural things a man can do and there's nothing wrong with it. Heck, if you like, we might even be able to help you out with it."

"Goddamn!" the man said. "I think I hit the lottery!"

When they got to the house, all was quiet. Lights were off in the main house, so the men went across the back and the pool area to the doctor's guest house. It appeared they were all sleeping, as it was a few minutes after eleven. They peeked through the doc's cracked door to find the doc in bed, cuddled with Sonny and in the other bed were Jimmy and Mark. They found Billy Paul, Arnold, and Dopie in the other bedroom, all snuggled together, not a stitch of clothing in sight. They all kissed their sons and headed upstairs to undress, but not before checking in the bedroom where Kurt, Rafe and Phillip were sleeping in their separate beds. They then went into the large master bedroom.

"I don't think this house has been this quiet since we moved in"Randy said quietly, as the men begant o undress. The three were eyeing each other as they all removed their shirts and pants. All three men were wearing boxer shorts and Randy began to rub his fingers through his own very furry tummy. It was as if they had all gone a bit shy now that they were in a silent house together in one room and undressing with one another. Sexual tension was in the air but not a move was made to go further, as they all silently eyed each other. All three men were hairy and fit. Then Randy put out a hand and began to rub Arnold's nut sac through his white boxers. Arnold whimpered and moved a step closer, slightly bowing his knees to give the sheriff better access. The men looked each other in the eyes, unsmiling and silent as William quietly watched the dance. Randy stood between the two men, his back to William and facing Arnold, as he gently massaged the man's crotch through the cotton underwear. Arnold moaned softly as the sheiff massaged his balls. He felt his cock slowly rising but stood stock still, letting the sheriff have his way.

"You like the way that feels, buddy?" Randy asked in a very soft, low voice.

"He sure does, sheriff" William answered. "I can see in his face how much he likes it."

"MMMhuh" Arnold answered. "Feels good."

Randy then put his hands inside the man's boxers and fished out his now almost fully hard uncut cock. He exposed it through the hole in the boxers and the man moaned softly. Randy began to weigh the heavy, uncut cock in his hand, pulling the long foreskin forward on the thick cock and slowly moving it back to expose the fat cockhead. He continued to stroke the man as he continued to moan.

"Take yours our" he said to William, who immediately fished his own hard dick out of the hole in his own boxers. Randy was now standing between the men, facing neither of them, as he slowly stroked both uncut slabs of meat. The cocks were roughly identical in size but Arnold's was significantly thicker.

"Can I see yours?" Arnold asked the sheriff?

Randy silently took his own big, hard cock out of the hole in his boxers. The big piece of meat was jerking as it was almost completely hard and he was already making some drops of pre-cum. Arnold immediately grabbed the big cock and began to gently stroke it. Randy released William's cock and enjoyed the feeling of Arnold's hand on his cock as Arnold licked his own hand to get it wet and immediately went back to stroking. William was now slowly stroking his own rock hard meat as he quietly watched his two sexy friends. Arnold's eyes were glued to the sheriff's big, hard cock as he continued to slowly stroke it, moving the foreskin back and forth over the fat cockhead.

"Put it in your mouth" William said. "I know that's what you want to do."

Arnold continued to silently beat the sheriff's meat. They locked eyes, still silent, Arnold questioning whether that was something the sheriff wanted him to do. When the sheriff nodded, almost imperceptibly, Arnold dropped to his knees. He continued to beat his own meat and to stroke the sheriff, watching Randy's eyes to try to be sure this wasn't a cruel joke and, afraid that the minute he started to suck, the cock would be taken away. Randy was patient, giving the man time as he watched him silently and putting his hand on the top of the man's head. Then Arnold took the sheriff's very large meat into his mouth and went all the way down on it. His lips were at the man's bushy stand of pubes as he held his mouth there without any kind of gagging or other discomfort. Then he wetly slid his mouth back along the hard cock. When his lips reached the pink cockhead, he licked the head and immediately impaled himself on the thick dick again. Randy moaned as Arnold and William continued to beat their meat.

"Open your eyes, buddy," William instructed Arnold. "Look at that big piece of meat you're sucking."

Arnold did as he was instructed, the sight of the big dick disappearing into his own mouth turning him on and making him work even harder as he stroked the sheriff's hairy thighs. William went to his knees, still watching Arnold suck the thick meat of his best friend and continuing to stroke himself.

"Eat that big meat, buddy" William growled. "I know you like that thick cock. I can see you love sucking that sheriff dick."

"Ummm" was the man's only response.

His mouth was stuffed with cock as William reached out and began to stroke Arnold's cock with one hand while continuing to stroke his own.

"Let me suck it" William whispered as Arnold took his mouth off the sheriff's meat and was immediately replaced by William.

Arnold continued to beat his meat as he watched William at the sheriff's meat. After sucking the moaning sheriff for a couple of minutes, William removed his mouth and Arnold immediately resumed the blow job as William watched. William leaned in and begin to kiss the sheriff's low hanging nuts, then he and Arnold alternated sucking the sheriff's dick for a while. Then Arnold stood up, watching William continue sucking, as Arnold continued to beat his meat. Then William reached out and took one of Arnold's legs and pulled him closer. Removing his mouth from the sheriff's cock, Will immediately engulfed Arnold's throbbing cock in his hot mouth. Arnold moaned at the hot wetness as Randy put his hand on William's head, enjoying the sight of his best friend pleasuring their new buddy. Randy stroked his own cock as he watched the action before him and he felt Arnold reach a big hot hand and feel of the sheriff's meaty ass. Arnold began to hump Will's mouth, plunging his hard meat all the way into the man's throat. His thrusting got faster as William took the meat without hesitation. Randy thought Arnold might shoot his load into William's mouth at any second.

"I'd like to taste that meat myself, if you don't mind" the sheriff said as William removed his mouth from Arnold's cock.

Arnold began to slap his rock hard cock on William's extended tongue as Randy knelt beside his friend. William pulled back and made way for Randy to engulf Arnold's meat as he began to suck it.

"Oh fuck yeah" William said in a gravelly voice as he watched his friend, the sheriff, suck their new buddy's hard cock. "Eat that dick, sheriff," William urged as he stroked his own cock and enjoyed the sight. "I never thought I see my straight sheriff buddy sucking a dick but it sure is a sight to see!"

William now reached out his left hand to beat the sheriff's meat as the sheriff continued to suck dick. Will continued jerking himself with his other hand as he heard Arnold moaning softly, enjoying himself. Randy continued to suck Arnold and to rub William's shoulders with his hand. William then leaned down and took Randy's cock in his throat even as Randy continued to deep throat Arnold. The sounds of three men enjoying sex filled the large room. Randy had one arm around Arnold's waist which began to slip lower as he began to knead one of the man's meaty butt cheeks. Arnold moaned and moved as if trying to get the sheriff's hand closer to his hole. William's wet mouth continued to suck Randy as the sheriff felt Arnold take his hand and guide it directly to his hole.

"I want to be fucked" Arnold said throatily to Randy.

"Are you sure, buddy?" Randy asked.

"I'm as fuckin' sure as I've ever been of anything" the man said. "I want that big old dick in me. I can't wait and I don't want any lube. William's got it nice and wet. Just spit on my hole and shove it in me. A little pain's nothing between friends.

Randy led them over to the desk and swept everything off the desktop with one sweep of his muscled arm.

"Get up on that desk and raise your legs" the sheriff instructed Arnold, who immediately obeyed.

Arnold was now lying on the desktop, his hole at the very edge, as Randy lifted both legs and bent the knees so that they were on his chest. He then bent Arnold at the waist and guided his head to William's hairy hole. Arnold knew what to do as he began to wetly lap the man's furry pink hole and William started to groan.

"That's it, boy, eat that hole and get ready for a cock to split that hole of yours wide open."

Randy spread the boy's legs wider and knelt down between them, spitting on the Arnold's hairy, pink hole. He then stood and slid his slick, thick, long cock all the way into Arnold's manhole. Arnold gasped s he felt the sheriff's large cock fill him completely, but he never took his tongue away from William's hole. Randy reached around and began to stroke Arnold's hard cock as began his in and out movements, shoving his cock all the way in and then pulling it almost out before again shoving it back into Arnold's hot hole.

"Fuck, buddy, that's a hot fuckin' hole you got" Randy said as he continued to deep dick his buddy.

This continued for several minutes, the sounds of pleasure filling the room.

"That tongue feels awfully good but I need that mouth on my cock" William said eventually.

Without missing a stroke, Randy pulled Arnold straighter as William lowered his legs and put his feet onto the floor, now sitting at the edge of the desk as Arnold began to suck his hard, uncut meat in the same rhythm Randy was pounding into his hole. Now Arnold was servicing both his new friends, one pounding into his asshole and the other had his cock moving in and out of his mouth. Randy had released Arnold's cock so that it was now bouncing wildly out of control with each stroke into his hole. William smiled, enjoying the red hot sight before him as Randy began to thrust harder and faster, groaning more loudly.

"Think I might get some of that sheriff cock?" William asked.

"It feels awful good but I am not a selfish guy" Arnold chuckled as he took his mouth off William's cock.

Randy pulled his dick out of Arnold's hole. Arnold stepped aside as William perched again on the edge of the desk as he had been when Arnold was eating his hole. But he was there for a different purpose now as Randy reached into a desk drawer, squeezing some lubricating gel onto his hand and then rubbed it into his cock. Another gob went into William's hole as Will pulled his knees to his chest, making his hot, needy hole available for his buddy's big, thick cock.

"You sure about this?" Randy asked.

"I'm sure as hell" William answered as he grabbed Randy's big meat and moved it to his hole. "If Arnold can take that cock, so can I!"

Randy lined up his jumbo meat with his buddy's pink, hairy hole. William had a momentary look of fear as he saw again his buddy's cock.

"Just do it, my friend" William said. "I want to feel that big old sheriff cock inside me."

Randy lined his cock up with William's hole. He shoved in but met resistance until he took another large got of lube onto his cock and again went for it. This time the dick went in smoothly and he pushed it to the hilt as his buddy groaned.

"Holy fucking goddamn!" William exclaimed s the sheriff's dick filled him completely. "I'm ready to be fucked. Don't hold back, motherfucker! Give me the fuck of my goddamned life."

His words encouraged Randy as he began to stroke in and out of his friend, slowly at first, building to a regular rhythm. He held nothing back and gave him the whole cock with every inward stroke. Arnold stood beside the desk, continuing to beat his meat until William caught his eye and motioned him to climb onto the desk. Arnold was on his knees on the desk now, his hard cock inches from William's face as he was pounded by the sheriff. Arnold seemed to be unable to take his eyes off Randy's cock thrusting into the hot hole as he beat his meat within inches of William's mouth. Just when the sheriff would quicken his thrusts and it would appear he was about to cum, he would again slow down.

"Make it last, buddy" William said. "Make this fuck last as long as you want to."

"I want to eat that hot fucking load of yours, buddy," William said to Arnold as the man got closer and beat his meat with the tip touching William's tongue on every stroke. As Arnold began to shoot streams of thick white cum, William pulled him closer and had the man fill his mouth with his cock and his sweet juice. Arnold seemed to shoot forever, as the ropes of white cream continued to fill William's mouth. As it slowed, William took the cock deep in his mouth and got every last drop of the sweet juice.

"That was hot as fuck!" Randy said as he watched Arnold feed William the last bits of his juice. "You want some more of that hot mancream?"

"Fuck yeah I do!" William said as Randy pulled his cock out of his hole and began to stroke it quickly. "Hit your knees."

William quickly got off the table and went to his knees as Randy jerked his big cock with the tip at his open mouth. Arnold quickly moved in beside William on his knees, both men with open mouths waiting to be fed some sheriff cum. William put an arm around Arnold's neck, both men solely focused on the sheriff's fast-moving hand stroking his dick. William continued to beat his own meat in rhythm with the sheriff and Arnold's cock stayed hard as he waited.

"Here it comes, boys" Randy said as he pounded his cock furiously.

His cream began to spurt out of his cockhead and flying onto the faces of the two waiting me. The first rope hit William's face, coating his upper lip. Randy continued to empty his big nut sac as both men clamored for the sweet cream. The sheriff seemed to shoot forever and there was mancream everywhere when he finished. There was cum on both men's faces and on their chests and in their hair. Then as Randy slowed his fisting of his own cock, William leaned in and took the cock in his mouth, exchanging it with Arnold several times as both wanted the last of the cream. William took the cockhead into his mouth while Arnold tongued the long, thick shaft. Then they switched several times, both men continuing to suck after the cream had stopped. Both savored the big cock as it began to soften just a bit. Then William began to beat his own meat in earnest.

"Fuck this feels so goddamned good" he moaned as he fisted his hard cock.

Randy held his tumescent cock at William's lips as the man beat his meat, wanting to reach his own climax. It didn't take long for William to get there after Arnold moistened his index finger and shoved it into William's hole. He began to shoot his load onto his belly and Arnold moved in immediately to lap up every drop. When William finished, Randy helped both men to their feet and they all three moved the short distance to the bed, collapsing in a heap on top of the covers. All three were asleep in minutes.

Randy woke in the early morning to find himself alone and naked in the big bed. Someone had covered him and tucked the covers around him. He smiled as he remembered the hot fuck he enjoyed with William and Arnold the night before. He suspected they might be in the shower but found he was wrong as he padded in to take his morning piss. He debated on lying down for a few more minutes but decided instead to don a robe and head downstairs. In the breakfast room, he found the doctor fixing breakfast, assisted by Sonny, Kurt and Rafe. Hugs were exchanged and Randy asked where everyone else was.

"The boys are having a pre-school swim" the doctor answered. "They know it's only a matter of time until the weather will be turning colder so they are making the most of it."

"What about Arnold and William" the sheriff asked.

"They're already gone" the doctor answered. "They were heading over to Arnold's to do some cleanup on his house. They told me about what went down over there and Arnold wanted to make sure there were no signs before Arnold Junior got home from school this afternoon. I tried to get them to let me fix breakfast for them but they headed on out. They said you were dead to the world and decided to give you some extra sleep. They said you had earned it and both of them were grinning like Cheshire cats."

The doctor winked at Randy and he heard Rafe, Sonny, and Kurt softly chuckle.

"I'm sure you guys have no idea what this old man is talking about, do you?" Randy asked as he put an arm around each boy's shoulder. "They said they were thinking about a campout this weekend for the younger boys if that interested you. It works out really well because I've got some work planned on the ranch and these three are planning to help me out. I think Philip, Mark and Jimmy are planning to help out too. I've asked the Alabama boys to join us but I haven't heard back from them yet."

"What's the plan?" Randy asked.

"I think I told you that my late wife and I had bought that big place with the plan of taking in foster children. Of course, her illness prevented that from happening" the doctor explained. "The place has been sitting there unused for too long. Just the ranch foreman and his partner are living on the whole big place. That's ridiculous when there are kids needing homes. It's time to move, so I've had some plans drawn up and I plan to start renovating this weekend. There won't be much structural work, just pulling down a few walls and putting up others. I had thought I'd invite the younger boys to help too but it will probably be safer with them elsewhere. I think Kurt and Rafe are looking forward to riding a little bit too so we may all just bunk over there for the weekend."

"That sounds great!" Randy said. "When do you expect things to start coming in for the new clinic?"

"As a matter of fact, we're expecting some of the furnishings this morning. The boys and I will be headed there after breakfast. I'm not sure I can be without Rafe and Kurt when you take them to Raleigh next weekend."

"William and I will take very good care of them and bring them back safely" Randy promised. "I think you know we'd never let anything happen to these boys or any of our boys."

Breakfast was under control and the table set so Kurt, Rafe, and Sonny went to join the others for a quick dip before breakfast. Randy filled the doctor in on what had gone on the day before at Arnold's home and the events of the night before at the slave quarters.

"I sure hope letting those dirty cops off doesn't come back to bite anyone in the ass" the doctor said.

"So do I" Randy said. "If they're smart, they'll take their licks, hide their newly cut cocks and hairless bodies from their dad and their families for a couple of months and straighten up. Something tells me they just ain't all that smart. I'd hate to have to go to their old man and tell him what assholes his sons have turned into. Nobody deserves that kind of stuff."

"They should feel lucky they got off lightly" the doctor said. "No telling what kind of bad stuff they're into."

"Are you sure you're going to be all right getting the clinic ready to open and renovating your place and leading the boys' afternoon study group?" Randy asked him. "That's a lot and I don't want you to take on too much to be healthy."

"Don't worry about me, my friend," the man said as he hugged the handsome sheriff. "I've never felt better or more alive in my entire life. I thought I might run by the jail this morning on my way to the clinic to check on Mr. Hunt. I need to see how his stitches are and if they're ready to come out."

"He sure seems to be feminizing fast" the sheriff observed. "It's like every time I see him he becomes more feminine. He's wearing more and more makeup and he's started always wearing women's jewelry. Is that to be expected?"

"That is, as I understand it, totally unpredictable" the doctor answered. "There simply is not enough data to predict how things might progress or just how quickly the changes happen. It seems to be progressing much more slowly in Thor, even though he had his nuts and his penis removed. Apparently he had a larger store of residual testosterone. Or it is possible Mr. Hunt was just predisposed to behave in a more girlish manner. I think it's a safe bet that by now neither of them could produce an appreciable amount of semen or obtain a functional erection. Speaking of erections, I'm glad to hear you're functioning well, at least according to Will and Arnold."

"Have those guys been talking?" Randy asked, blushing lightly.

"Only because I asked" the doctor answered. "I had gotten up to get some water and I had one of those moments that I wasn't sure I had turned off all the burners on the stove. All the boys were asleep so I got up and came up to the kitchen to check. I heard the sounds coming from your bedroom. It sounded like someone was having a great time."

"I hope the boys didn't hear" Randy said. "I don't want them to think we're just a bunch of sluts."

"The boys heard nothing" the doctor said. "At least not the younger ones. They were all in the guest house and Mark and Jimmy were in my bed with Phillip and Sonny. The only ones who heard anything were Kurt and Rafe who were in their bedroom just down the hall from yours. Both of them blushed when they saw William and Arnold this morning so I'm fairly certain you woke them up."

"Sorry" the sheriff said. "We need to be more careful."

"I don't think so" the doctor said. "They're both mature boys. They're just a little behind on sexual matters. They've begun to open up to me and ask me questions but neither of those boys had any kind of decent male role model in his life. Both were expected to repress their sexuality. They're both very curious but haven't figured out yet how to move on. Both boys blush any time they ask about anything sexual. I believe they may be experimenting a little bit. I've seen them kissing and I've encouraged that. I think they may be masturbating together but both boys are very embarrassed. I think they both are still afraid someone is going to punish them if they get caught touching themselves. It will just take time. I think a weekend for those two with you and William will be a very good thing. They are both coming to see you as father figures. I think they'd both like to break out and be bold and sexual but haven't found the courage to do it yet. Both have asked me to do some kissing with them. They're both very, very sexy boys but they haven't learned to let go. I think they will in time and with encouragement. To be honest, I have some concerns about Phillip. I know he's having nightmares, sometimes very bad ones. I encourage him to sleep with me so I can hold him but sometimes he likes to sleep in the room with Rafe and Kurt. I know he's safe with them because Kurt has told me he sometimes wakes up crying. Rafe and Kurt have learned to hold him until he settles down. But there's something more and I can't put my finger on it. It's like he's withholding something and I haven't been able to get him to let go. I could be wrong but I am a little concerned. He seemed fine this morning and I don't think he woke up during your fuck session, although I can't imagine how he could have slept through that."

Both men laughed as all the boys came swarming in, all wrapped in big towels and all with wet hair. Hugs were exchanged all around as the older boys helped finish setting the table. Arnold came back for a second hug from Randy. Randy picked the boy up in his strong arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I never saw my dad so happy as this morning" the boy whispered. "And I'm happy too. I like being here. It's kind of like having brothers. I always wanted some brothers."

"You just enjoy them, son" the sheriff said, hugging the boy and planting another kiss on his cheek. "I think Dopie and Billy Paul love having brothers too. Dopie ain't never had one and Billy Paul's brother is a lot older than him. So you boys just have fun and enjoy each other."

"We will" the boy said. "And thank you, sheriff."

Randy talked to all of the boys during breakfast. They all seemed to be doing well. There seemed to be no problems at school and they all were looking forward to getting good report cards. The food was delicious and, as soon as they finished, the boys cleared the table and cleaned up after themselves. They all ran off to dress for school except Rafe and Kurt who were doing a final wipe down of the large breakfast table. When the doctor left with Sonny to get dressed, Randy poured himself a cup of coffee and invited Rafe and Kurt, who were already dressed, to join him.

"Are you guys okay?" the sheriff asked the boys. "I'm afraid things have been really busy lately and I haven't had much time with you two."

"That's all right" Rafe said.

"We're good" Kurt said. "We're really looking forward to helping Doc get the clinic open and to going to Raleigh next weekend with Mr. William and you. We're also looking forward to this weekend on Doc's ranch. Neither of us has done much horseback riding but we're looking forward to it. Doc says his foreman and his partner are really patient and good teachers."

"How are you doing with your sleep, kiddo?" Randy asked Kurt.

"I'm doing better" Kurt said. "I still wake up from bad dreams sometimes and feel like I'm scared to death. Doc explained it's like a panic attack. I know Phillip has the same thing going on and we've both learned to just hold each other and help settle down. Rafe has been a champ for putting up with both of us psychos. He's very good at calming us down when it happens. And I always know the doctor and you are just a few steps away if it gets too bad."

"That's one reason we're eager to help the doctor with renovating the ranch" Rafe said. "Kurt and Phillip have both talked about how much they both wish there'd been some place safe for them to run away to. They both felt trapped at homes with craziness going on. No boy should ever have to go through that."

"I couldn't agree more, Rafe," the sheriff said.

The doctor and Sonny returned, trailed by six boys , all ready to head out to school.

"I just had a call from the Alabama boys" the doctor said. "They're going to head out to the ranch as soon as they get off work and stay the whole weekend. They're really looking forward to being a part of this project."

"Probably ready to get out of that bitch-filled house too for a few days" Randy said as all the boys snickered at the sheriff's use of a naughty word.

"Sorry, boys," I know I need to set a better example but the truth is that house is just jam packed with bitches" Randy said, as the boys laughed again at his intentional slip.

All the boys gave him hugs as they left. Doc, Rafe and Kurt, and Sonny were dropping the younger boys at the middle school while Jimmy was driving himself, Mark, and Philip to the high school. Doc had agreed to drop the boys at the clinic then meet Randy at the jail as the sheriff was mildly concerned about redness in the sutures where Mr. Hunt's castration had occurred. The boys and the doctor left and Randy went up, got his shower and dressed in his uniform. When he got to the jail, he again found Nellie, the pharmacist, perched on his deputy's desk, giggling loudly.

"Don't you have a business to run, Nellie?" the sheriff asked sharply. "You been spendin' more time here than you have in the drug store I swear. You need to leave my deputy alone and mind your own business."

"Oh, sheriff," she said in a flirtatious voice, "I know you love it when I visit. Your deputy is just such a handsome man. I swear he reminds me of Frank Sinatra."

"I'm afraid you need glasses, Miss Nellie" the sheriff chuckled as she walked over and began to run her fingers through Randy's curly, thick hair.

The sheriff removed her hand from his head and gave her a dirty look.

"Can you get Mr. Hunt cleaned up kinda fast, Deputy?" the sheriff asked. "The doctor will be here shortly to examine him. Tale him in the back and give him a shower."

The deputy got Mr. Hunt out of the cell and took him to the back room for his shower.

"Thank you, Miss Nellie, for the makeup" Mr. Hunt told the pharmacist as they passed."I love that `Kiss of the Rose' lipstick color. I plan to try it when I do my makeup this morning after I've had my shower."

"We need to have a heart to heart talk, Nellie," the sheriff said as they moved over to his desk. "I seriously think you've been spending too much time in this building. I don't like that you're leading my deputy on and I don't like that you're bringin' makeup to my male prisoners. I think we'd be better off – all of us – if you just stayed away from here."

"Oh, Randy," she said, batting her long eyelashes. "I just don't understand you sometimes. I really thought we were meant to be together. I really thought we'd be married by now and I don't understand why you've gotten so distant."

"You don't understand?" the sheriff asked incredulously. "It seems pretty easy to understand from my point of view. I am the sheriff of this town and as such I am expected to uphold the law and set an example for all of the people who live here. You've shown your lack of character with your nasty mouth, your flirty ways and, worst of all, getting' yourself knocked up from a man who has married somebody else. I couldn't marry you now if I wanted to. And I certainly don't want to. There was a time I considered you a candidate for my wife but those days are over now."

"We were just fine until your new best friend, William, came along" she spat. "We were going out at least twice a week until he walked in the door here and started getting all your attention. I even wonder if you're queer for him or something. That would explain it and I don't know of any other explanation."

"Nellie, there you go again, using foul language" Randy said. "That just ain't ladylike behavior and I can't tolerate that. Ladies just ain't supposed to talk like that. It just ain't fittin'."

"But you never gave me a real chance, sheriff" she whined. "I know I could make you very happy. I could do things to please you. I'll do them right now and show you. I can use my mouth in ways you can't even imagine."

She then reached out and began to stroke the sheriff's crotch, feeling for his cock. He slapped her hand away and ordered her to leave the building.

"Get the fuck out of here, you tramp!" he hissed. "You're just bad news. Most everybody in town with a brain knows about you sneakin' in the shower with the Colonel and fuckin' him after the pageant rehearsal. He knows you got a baby in your belly and all you're doin' now is looking for a father for your little bastard. I assure you I ain't gonna be the sucker. You better be findin' you a sucker and you better do it fast. I ain't sure there's nobody dumb enough in this fuckin' town to buy your bullshit!"

"Fuck you, you self-righteous prick" she spat. "I'll find a husband easy enough. I got my pick of most of the rubes in this fucking town. And if you go telling anyone else about what happened with the colonel, I promise you I''ll see you in court and I will win. I'll fucking ruin you and your little queer buddy, sheriff, just wait and see."

"Get the fuck out of here now!" the sheriff ordered as she grabbed her purse and stomped out, slamming the heavy door behind her.

The deputy returned with the prisoner who was wearing a big white terrycloth robe and had a towel wrapped around his head like a turban.

"What were you saying to Nellie about bringing you makeup?" Randy asked Mr. Hunt.

"She's such a sweetheart" Mr. Hunt replied. "My wife has been very helpful in bringing me things too. I've been so depressed after all I've been through. A little makeup makes me feel much better. Just a light layer of lipstick and a little rouge over a layer of foundation make me feel so much prettier. I can tell Otis likes it too."

"What the fuck does the town drunk have to do with anything?" the sheriff asked.

"Well, Otis has been sleeping here the last three nights" the deputy answered. "You know how he used to drink just on weekends? Well now he comes in several nights a week. And I don't think he's drinking all that much. I think he's kind of got a crush on Mr. Hunt cause they're always all snuggled up on that little cot."

"Goddammit!" Randy said. "Are we running a jail here or a whore house? That slut from the drug store is hangin' all over you and the town drunk is in here buttfuckin' our no nut prisoner who's started wearing makeup and actin' like a goddamned woman! I think you've all gone crazy. And, deputy, if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your hands off Miss Nellie. She's bad news I tell you."

"Oh, sheriff, there ain't no harm here" the deputy said. "She's just got a little crush on me. I can handle her. I've got her in my hip pocket, I assure you."

"Oh sure! I believe I heard you use them same words about Velma Sue and we all know how that fuckin' situation turned out! I'm warnin' you" the sheriff said. "You better be fuckin' careful! You could end up with somethin' you don't want if you ain't very careful."

"Oh, Randy, you know me better than that" the deputy said. "I ain't a boy. I'm a man of the world and I been around the block a few times. Nobody gets nothing over on Arney Littleflute!"

The doctor walked in, greeting the sheriff and the deputy. He had his big black medical bag in one hand as he went over to the cell holding Mr. Hunt.

"The sheriff tells me there's some redness around your stitches, Elder Hunt" the doctor said as Randy and he entered the cell.

"Yes, doctor, it's been very sore down there" the man said softly. "I tried to get the deputy to examine it but he's very shy about that kind of thing."

"That's all right" the doctor said. "I'm here now and we'll have a look at things. Would you mind taking off your robe?"

"Not at all, doctor" the man said. "I had forgotten just what a good looking man you are, doctor" Mr. Hunt said softly as he removed the robe, exposing a pair of frilly pink panties. It was strange to see a man with such a thick stand of chest hair, a full treasure trail and thick pubic patch wearing only a pair of sheer panties.

"Those are very nice panties, Mr. Hunt," the doctor said in his best professional voice.

"My wife brought me those" Mr. Hunt said. "They feel so good against my skin."

"Oh, your wife brought them?" the doctor asked. "May I assume your relationship is amicable? I had heard she is now living with the mayor and had filed for divorce."

"That is a matter of convenience, to be honest" Mr. Hunt said. "I expect to have my family back together eventually. I believe she has moved in with the mayor only because she was turned out of our home, as was our son. Patty is accustomed to a rather high standard of living. There are not many men in this town who could afford that for her. The mayor happens to be one who is able to provide for her. I have no doubt in my mind that she, Philip, and I will all be together as a happily family again very soon."

"I think you are downright delusional, sir" the doctor said."Your family is never going to be back together. I've held your sobbing son when he was awakened by nightmares of the father he trusted holding him down while strange men took a knife to his body. Philip has no desire to ever see you or his mother again. He has said he'd be fine if he never even heard your names again."

"You're a lying cocksucker" the man said. "I have faith that Preacher Smith will return soon and all of this will be straightened out. We were merely exercising our right to practice our religion as we please and that is none of your business or anyone else's."

""Your right to practice your bullshit religion stops when you harm a child! I am going to treat you but I don't have to like you" the doctor said. "Now, you need to take off those frilly panties and let me examine you. I don't intend to spend any more time with you than I absolutely have to."

The man removed the panties, leaving him totally naked. He fingered his floppy uncut meat as he lay down on the cot.

"I am looking forward to when I can get my cock hard again" the man said. "I really miss feeling it get hard and skinning back the foreskin and the feeling of the skin sliding back and forth over the head. There's nothing like edging up to a hard climax and then spraying cream everywhere."

"That is an experience I don't expect you'll ever enjoy again, Mr. Hunt" Doc said as he fingered the soft cock, sliding what little skin was left from his foreskin back to examine the cockhead.

"Ummm" Mr. Hunt said. "It feels good to be touched again. I miss that a lot. If you keep doing that, I'll be hard in no time."

"That is not going to happen, sir" the doctor said. "I could play with this soft meat all day and you'd never get a decent erection. Those days are over for you and you might as well accept it. Your dick hasn't been hard since you got castrated, has it?"

"No, not really" he said. "But I'm sure it will come back once the stitches are removed and I start to heal."

"No, Mr. Hunt, your testicles have been removed" the doctor said. "It's not like they're going to magically grow back. That will not happen. Your testicles are gone. It is extremely unlikely you will ever have another erection in your life. It will feel pleasant enough when your penis is touched, but that's it. Other than the pleasure you receive from touch or from stimulation of your prostate, that is it for you. And your prostate will eventually just sort of wither and disappear so you won't have that pleasure. I'm afraid your outlook is not good at all. You will never again experience a hard, vibrant erection or the feeling of hot cum spraying out of your throbbing, erect cock."

"So you say" the man retorted. "I don't believe you. I believe that when Pastor Smith returns, he can place his hand on me and heal my body."

"And I think you're nutty as a fucking fruitcake. It looks like there is some superficial infection at the site of the stitches" the doctor said as he suddenly produced a bottle of alcohol which he poured on the site.

Mr. Hunt began to scream as the alcohol hit the site of his removed testicles and the tender skin of his penis where his foreskin had been removed.

"You better be glad you can't get hard now" the doctor advised him. "Few things are more painful than getting an erection following a circumcision. I think I can remove at least part of these sutures where your nut sack originally was. This shouldn't hurt much. Just grit your teeth."

Mr. Hunt howled as the doctor removed all but three of the sutures and again doused the area in alcohol.

"You might want to leave the panties off until everything dries" the doctor advised as he packed his medical bag.

"But wait" the man said. "Don't you need to check my prostate gland?"

"I don't think so" the doctor said. "I suspect you just want my fingers up there massaging your spot because it feels good. I'll leave that to the town drunk, for whom I understand you've developed a fondness."

"That's really none of your business, doctor," Mr. Hunt said. "None of your fucking business whatsoever."

"That kind of smart mouth is not likely to convince me you deserve a prostate massage, asshole" the doctor stated calmly.

"I'm so sorry, doctor" the man whined. "Won't you please do it just for a bit? I believe my dick could get hard if you'd just put one or two of your fingers in my..."

"Fuck yourself!" the doctor interrupted with a smile. "To be honest, I see you only because Sheriff Gaylor asked me to. I've seen the effects of what you did to your beautiful son. I've held him at night when he wakened with awful nightmares, just like the other boys you and that asshole preacher terrorized. If I had my way, I'd sew your asshole closed so you'd explode when your shit built up inside you. That's not a bad idea and I may mention it to the sheriff. "

"You better keep your hands off my fucking son, you goddamned old pervert" the man hissed. "If I hear you touched my boy, I assure you that you'll regret it. The same goes for all of you nasty perverts laid up in Mrs. Bedford's beautiful home that this sheriff stole right out from under her! My wife's told me all about how you took over that poor widow woman's home and all the Sodom and Gomorrah bullshit that's going on there! You can bet every bit of that perversity will be ended when my Pastor returns triumphantly to Gayberry!"

"I'm really frightened of a man wearing makeup and laying in a cell in women's panties with his titties growing by the hour" the doctor laughed. "You'll never be a free man again. You and that preacher will pay for what you did to those boys. You will both pay very dearly for it."

"How do you know that?" Mr. Hunt asked. "Do you have information on where my preacher is? I'm beginning to suspect you may know something about his disappearance and possibly more about my own castration than you've let on."

"Ah, sweet mysteries of life" the doctor chuckled. "You'll get no information from me. I may lobby the sheriff to see if he won't let me cut that useless pecker off of you. It would be fun to hear you scream when that thing comes off with no anesthesia."

"You are a fucking piece of shit!" the man spat as the doctor laughed and left the cell.

"You need to know that I could sneak in here anytime with my little black bag and sew your asshole shut" the doctor said. "One little injection and you wouldn't even know I was doing that or cutting your cock right off. Of course, that wouldn't be fun. I'd rather knock you out and then tie you down and wait till you wake up so you'd feel every slice into your skin. Think about that when you close your eyes to sleep. And also think about the fact that if you should somehow lose that useless cock of yours, no one would ever approve gender reassignment surgery for you. That useless cock is required to form a functional clitoris. If there's no penis to use for that purpose, the time and expense of giving you a cunt is pointless. They'll just insert a little rubber tube running from your bladder to an opening where your cock used to be. You'll have to keep it drained regularly to keep your bladder from filling up and exploding. "

Mr. Hunt was sobbing now, as the doctor walked back to Randy's desk.

"I think I better get going now" the doctor said. "I left Sonny and Kurt at the clinic and I need to pick them up and feed them some lunch. I think we'll head on out to the ranch to make sure the lumber and other supplies I ordered have been delivered. "

No sooner was he gone than William and Arnold showed up.

"Well, that was an experience" Will said as they came in. "We got to Arnold's and found somebody had burned a cross in his yard last night. Fortunately there was no damage as nothing caught fire. It could have been a complete and total loss. Somebody had also tried to break in but they were not successful in doing that. I will say I had excellent, strong lock installed on the house when we moved in because I didn't want anything to happen to my family. Then yesterday, she left without taking her purse with her so she had no keys."

"Goddamn it!" Randy said. "I'm glad you and your boy were staying with us" the sheriff told Arnold."

"So the fuck am I!" Arnold said. "I have no doubt who the perps are. I'm sure as hell it was those Satterfield assholes. I think my ex was with them because she really wanted to get her jewelry out of that safe. Will and I cleaned out the safe in case they decide to come back."

"They had fair warning" the sheriff said. "We were willing to let them get out from under this with shaved bodies and cut cocks. Now I ain't feeling inclined to give no more mercy."

"Neither am I" Arnold said. "Will came up with a great suggestion while we were cleaning up the place. The doctor told us this morning he's planning on having all the older boys help him out on the ranch this weekend. William was telling me you guys have been talking about taking the younger boys on a little camping trip. I think it would be great to get out of town and get our boys out of town for the weekend. Can you get away, sheriff?"

"I think that's a great idea" Randy answered. "I feel like I need to be back on Sunday morning because I'm not comfortable with my deputy gettin' Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford to and from church. But we could head home early on Sunday morning and make it back. Or I could come back and leave you and the boys to come home that afternoon."

"That sound great" William said. "We packed up some camping supplies Arnold had that he'd never used. He also had a big three-person tent so we got all of that in hopes you'd be agreeable."

"Super!" the sheriff said. "Let's make a list of things we'll need and I'll head down to the sporting goods store and see if old Fred won't cut me a deal."

"Hell, we're all done with the cleanup" William said. "Why don't we all head down there. I've been wanting to meet Fred but I've never had the opportunity. He was one of the best known college players in the state in his time."

"He's one of the good guys" Randy said. "He's sold me some wrestling mats for the basement. I plan to create a practice area for our boys. Several of them have expressed interest in the wrestling team."

"Damn!" Arnold said. "That sounds terrific. I wrestled in high school and wanted to wrestle in college but time didn't allow it. I'd love for Arnold Junior to wrestle if he has any interest."

The men took off for the sporting goods store, all three excited about a weekend in the woods with their boys.