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After their climaxes, Dopie and his father dozed for a bit, both lying naked on their quilt by the lake. Randy woke first and leaned over to kiss his son, who continued to doze. Randy felt the stickiness in his crotch and on his belly so he carefully extricated himself from his son's embrace and waded into the warm water of the lake. He enjoyed the squishiness of the muddy lake bottom, the same feeling he had hated when he swam there as a young boy. The sheriff waded out into the water until it reached his chest, enjoying the feel of the warm water on his naked body. He wondered why he and his young friends had not been daring enough to swim naked in the lake before he remembered just how unacceptable that would have been to his aunt and the punishment she would have insisted on giving for such a rule infraction. Randy reflected on what had just happened between himself and his own eleven year-old son. Having sex with his boy would have been unimaginable such a short time before. As he walked into the lake, he splashed the warm lake water onto his sticky, hairy belly, removing the residual cum from his mating. The sheriff slicked back his foreskin, rinsing the dried cum from his thick cock. He realized that he still felt horny when he turned to look at his naked boy still lying on the quilt. He also realized there was a man approaching the shore near the quilt. The man was dressed in camouflage pants and a khaki tee shirt, wearing what appeared to be military boots. Randy didn't recognize the man until he got to the edge of the lake and he still couldn't recall where he had met the man.

"Sheriff, how are you, sir?" the man asked as he reached the edge of the lake.

"I'm fine today" Randy answered, still wary of who the man was.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you, sir, but your deputy told me you were up here fishing with your boy. I really hated to disturb you on an afternoon off but I wasn't quite sure what else I could do. I'm Tobias Weatherly. I'm sure you don't remember me but I met you when I was here with Sergeant Carter and several marines from over at the base. We were here for the Founders Day celebration and the pageant."

"Well of course, I remember you now, sir" the sheriff said. "Forgive me for not recognizing you immediately. You and Sergeant Carter brought the marine color guard and escorts over from the base. I believe you all stayed over at the Blount Plantation and, if I recall, you and the other sergeant were good friends of Mr. Churchill and Mr. Blount."

"You remember correctly, sheriff" the man said. "Those men have been friends since I first got to this area. As a matter of fact it was they I had planned to see when I arrived, only to learn they are chaperoning a group of students to New York City on a two week theatre trip. I was very stupid not to call a head, but they had made it clear I was always welcome and I've been their guest many times. When I finally did reach Michael by phone, he suggested I contact you. He said if anyone could help me out, it would be you."

"Well I certainly hope that I can help, Mr. Weatherly" the sheriff said, walking back to the edge of the water and forgetting momentarily that he was naked, his thick, soft meat swinging as he walked. He realized he was nude when Mr. Weatherly's eyes seemed to be focused below his waist on his long, thick, uncut meat which was now flaccid..

"I'm sorry about that" the sheriff said, covering part of his privates with one hand and blushing deeply.

"Please don't worry about that, sheriff" the man said with a smile. "I was a marine drill sergeant for twenty years and I've seen pretty much everything. I've done plenty too and you must surely know that our weekends with Mr. Blount and Mr. Churchill weren't tea parties. Please don't be uncomfortable. That water actually looks inviting after the twenty plus hours I've been driving. Any man having the notable attributes you have should put them on display at every possible opportunity."

"Well, thank you, sir. I appreciate them kind words. You're welcome to join me if you'd like" the sheriff said. "This afternoon sun shore does feel mighty fine on a body. That's my boy over there sound asleep on the quilt still naked as a jaybird."

"Oh yes, I remember your son, although I don't remember his name" Mr. Weatherly said. "Who could forget a cute ginger boy like that and all his little friends swimming around in that pool with their little tiny speedo bathing suits? To be honest, I stored up plenty of wank material that evening."

The men enjoyed a knowing laugh as Mr. Weatherly began to undress, carefully folding his clothes and laying them on the grass.

"I hope you'll feel free to call me Tobias or just Sarge" the man said. "I'm more likely to answer to Sarge than anything else after all those years in the marines."

"Are you no longer in the service?" Randy asked. "You seem much too young to be retiring."

"Family circumstances, sheriff" he said. I'd planned on serving another fifteen or twenty years and then retiring to the beach and fishing, swimming, drinking margaritas and entertaining the boys I've been training for all these years. Most of those boys enlist because deep down they prefer the company of other men to the company of women. It's always been like that for me. I feel I can speak frankly because Michael and Frankie assured me I could do that with you."

Randy had come to the lakeshore but had remained in the water up to his thick bush. He had watched as Tobias had undressed. The man was rather short, maybe 5'8" or 5'9" and built very sturdily. As he undressed, he revealed a chest covered in brown hair with thick tufts of hair at his pits and a very thick treasure trail leading to a wild thatch of dark brown pubes. He had a nice thick, uncut cock, almost hidden by his thick pubes. He also had very hairy legs and, when he turned to put his folded pants on the grass, the sheriff saw he had a very hairy ass. Although he was no longer in the active military, he continued to sport a very short military haircut. His face was handsome but not Hollywood handsome. Overall, he was an appealing picture of masculinity.

"So what brings you to our little town, Sarge?" the sheriff asked as the naked man waded into he water, walking to Randy and exchanging a firm handshake.

As he shook the sheriff's hand with his right hand, his left hand was absently-minded fingering his own meat which appeared to be thickening.

"It's not a pretty story and I'll try to keep it short" Sarge said. "My only family left in the world is a sister a couple of years younger than I am. She married a history professor at one of the best colleges in the country, up near Boston. He was a lot older and, after trying for years, they finally had a son. Unfortunately, they spoiled the boy and never disciplined him. Gave him pretty much everything he ever wanted and demanded zero accountability. I tried on a few occasions to discuss it with my sister, but she wouldn't listen so I minimized contact with them. I knew their boy had been in and out of trouble and in and out of several fancy private schools. I didn't know specifics because I didn't want to know specifics. A couple of years ago, when the boy was turning fourteen, he got in trouble for trying to run over his father with his father's own car. He almost killed his father, but they still weren't willing to hold the boy accountable. The boy's father was in the hospital for over six weeks with multiple bone fractures and the kid was in deep trouble. My sister called me, absolutely frantic so I flew up to see if I could help. Turned out she and he husband had been buying the kid out of trouble for years. We hired a good lawyer and he got the kid off with an eighteen month stay in a halfway house. Of course, the kid hated it and left after four days. By that time I had returned to the base and really didn't want to have to deal with it. So things rocked on, with them continuing to rescue the kid until nine months ago. The kid came home high on drugs and was taking my sister's jewelry to be sold so he could buy more drugs. They had a confrontation with the boy and he again beat the father up. Unfortunately, his father also had a stroke and ended up dying six days later. During the altercation, the boy also broke my sister's arm using a baseball bat and went on the run. Of course when they caught him, my sister, now a widow called me for help. I went up but the kid had a criminal record a mile long with all kinds of new accusations. He was headed for a twenty to thirty prison sentence, when I realized that the prosecutor in the case was one of my very first recruits from boot camp. We went out for a drink and, after much negotiating, begging, and pleading, I was able to get the kid released to my custody with the agreement he would leave the state and stay out of trouble. I should probably have let the little asshole go on to the penitentiary but my sister pleaded with me and I couldn't turn her down. She really has nobody now, just a fancy house and a lot of money. I was able to get a hardship discharge and I decided to bring the boy south. I remembered the old slave quarters that Mike and Frankie had so I headed in this direction, only to find they are out of town and the quarters are being used. Frankie suggested I give you a call or stop in at the court house. When I did that today, your deputy told me you were up here fishing. I'm really sorry to disturb you but I wasn't sure where else to turn."

"Where's the boy now?" the sheriff asked.

"I've got the son of a bitch bound up like a pig in the trunk of my car" Sarge said. "It's well-ventilated and it won't hurt the little asshole to suffer. My plan is to find a place I can secure him and get started on his retraining. I haven't slept since we left because I wouldn't trust the little asshole in a motel. He'd as soon slit my throat as look at me. I had hoped I might leave him in one of your cells while I found a motel and got a little rest but it was clear your jail was all filled up. So I felt I didn't have a lot of choice.

"Sorry you've run into so many walls, Sarge, but I assure you that I'll change all that" Randy said. "My jail is full and the quarters are still in use but it just so happens that I've had the basement of my old home converted into cells. We can dump the kid there and lock him up and you can get some rest. The cells are brand new and totally secure. We're currently using it for some women we have on house arrest but I can assure you that you'll both be well-treated and well-fed."

"Thank you so much, sheriff" Sarge said. "Michael told me if I could just get in touch with you that you could solve most any problem. Michael and Frankie think very highly of you, sheriff. I hope you know that."

"Well the feeling is mutual" Randy said. "Those men continue to do so much for our community. I assure you this would be a very different place without them. And their lifestyle choices seem to work for them."

"It seems to have worked for quite a long while" Sarge said. "I don't know of another situation quite like it. It seems to work for them and their wives. And there never seems to be any jealousy at all. Everything seems so smooth."

"It sure seems that way" Randy said. "I'd really like to hear more about that halfway house idea" the sheriff said. "We don't have nothin' like that around here but I've been doin' some readin' and it seems like it could be a real good tool for law enforcement officers. If we could teach these boys about discipline in a setting like that, it could save some lives."

"I've been thinking along those lines too, sheriff" Sarge said. "Especially while I was driving down here from Boston. I guess my background as a drill sergeant in molding the lives of young men gives me some unique skills that might make that a good thing for me to do. I have a pension so I don't need a lot of income but I could use a lot of the things I've learned and maybe help keep some young boys out of a life in prison. If I could find the right property I'd be real tempted to give it a shot."

"What would the right property involve?" Randy asked.

"What I'd like to find is maybe an older house with three or four bedrooms on a big enough lot to maybe have a big vegetable garden and maybe even a few animals" Sarge said. "I think the key will be to showing the boys in my charge that they will be totally dominated and controlled until they are broken. Then we begin to slowly rebuild them. It's very similar to what a drill instructor does with a marine recruit. You're a sheriff. You know that the most effective punishment isn't about pain alone. Boys forget pain pretty fast but they remember the feeling of being totally humiliated. The right combination of pain and humiliation can turn any boy I've ever met around. It can take some patience and perseverance."

"Would you be interested in opening a halfway house in these parts, Sarge?" the sheriff asked. "Cause if you are, I can think of a couple of properties right off the bat that just might work for you."

"I'd be real interested in that, sheriff" Sarge said. "Once a guy gets in the adult prison system, he's all but lost. There's no such thing as rehabilitation there. They just don't have the funds to staff properly and those guys go from criminal to supercriminal. But if we can get them before that and can spend some time really teaching, working, punishing, and rehabilitating, then some can be saved."

"I couldn't agree more" the sheriff said. "Our boys are real important to us in this town" Randy said.

"I could tell that by what I've seen here with my own eyes" Sarge said. "All those boys in different colored speedos at that founders day pool party. I don't mind telling you how many times I've replayed every bit of that in my mind. You know, in my position as a drill instructor, I got boys mostly in their late teens or early twenties. I love young men at that age but I've always been fascinated by younger boys. I've never had the opportunity to touch a younger boy but I've really enjoyed the stories I've heard about that Esquire Club in some of the bigger cities. I'm not sure I could stand it. It was rough being in a pool with all those boys in speedos and wondering which ones of them were beginning to grow some hair and which ones had discovered how good it feels to touch themselves. It' drives me crazy to think about it but I realize I'll probably never get the chance to find out."

"You ever thought about making a son of your own?" the sheriff asked. "You're a really good lookin' feller and I bet there'd be plenty of girls ready to drop their panties for you. I bet you could knock one up in a heartbeat too. You're a very masculine guy."

"You're going to make me blush, sheriff, but truthfully it's not an option for me" Sarge said. "A couple of years ago a young girl accused me and Sergeant Vince of raping her on base. She was there for a visit with her brother and she got drunk and fucked several recruits but we didn't know all that at the time. To cover what she'd done, she accused me and Vince of raping her. She was an accomplished little liar and it looked like both of our careers were about to be tanked when our defender got some blood tests. The girl said Vince had held her down while I stuck my dick in her and then we switched. But blood tests on both of us showed that the cum in her nasty pussy didn't belong to either of us. It also showed that I'm shooting blanks. I barely make any sperm at all. Plenty of cum but it doesn't have enough active sperm to give me any chance to actually father a kid. That showed she was a liar and the whole thing got dropped."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sarge" Randy said. "You coulda made some handsome sons."

"It's all right, sheriff" Sarge said. "To be honest, I never cared about chasing pussy. I played the game in high school but after that I couldn't have cared less. I've always known who and what I was and I'm actually real comfortable with that now."

"Well I'm sorry to hear you'll never have your own but I'll tell you there's plenty of boys needin' the love and attention of men" Randy said. "Why we've got three eleven year-old boys in our house right now. Plus five more teen-agers. We have a study group in the afternoon with six more boys and afterward, they all hit our pool buck naked. We encourage all the boys to experiment with us and with each other. None of us is ready to be a grandpaw right yet and we know boys are gonna get hard and need release. The way we look at it, there just ain't nothin' wrong with usin' all the gifts the good lord gave us."

"I couldn't agree more and I'd love to be a fly on the wall at your house with all those boys" the sergeant said.

"You don't have to be a fly on the wall" Randy said. "You're welcome at our home any time. We just completed a new addition in the basement with a very nice health club, wrestling mats, exercise machine and gang showers. I know our boys would all love to meet you."

"I'd love to take you up on that offer, sheriff" Sarge said. "I knew I was making the right decision to head to this area even when I ran into some brick walls."

"You'll be fine here, Sarge" the sheriff said. "You'll be just fine here and know that we'll help you out any way we can any time we can. Don't hesitate to ask for help."

"Thank you, sheriff" Sarge said as the men exchanged a hug. "Looks like that cute ginger son of yours is waking up."

Dopie had indeed awakened and was at the edge of the lake, looking at his father as if asking permission to join the men in the water.

"Son, this is Sergeant Tobias Weatherly" the sheriff said. "I think it will be okay with him if you call him Sarge."

"You bet it will be okay" Sarge said. "And I'm real happy to make your acquaintance, Dopie."

"Oh yeah, I remember you now from the party at Mr. Blount's pool" Dopie said, entering the water, his soft little cocklet bouncing as he walked. "You got in the pool with us and we all liked the way you threw us in the air. You was real good at that and we all wanted you to be the one throwin' us."

"I'm surprised you remembered that, Dopie, but I sure do" Sarge said. "That was a really fun evening. I don't get to play with boys your age very often and I really enjoyed it."

"So did we, Sarge, the boy said, moving in the direction of the sergeant. "Me and my friend Pepe thought you was the best lookin' soldier out of all of `em. We liked havin' you throw us the best. And you felt good when you'd pick us up cause you got a lot of fur like my paw. Me and Pepe like that."

"I'm glad you like my fur, Dopie, but I'm not sure I'm quite as hairy as your dad." Sarge said.

"Ain't too many men who are as hairy as my paw or as handsome neither" Dopie said. "Would you like to throw me up in the air?'

"Well, I'd like that a lot, son, but I'm not sure your father would be okay with that" Sarge said. "We all had bathing suits on that day in the pool and we don't have bathing suits here in the lake. Your dad might not be comfortable with that."

"Shucks, my paw won't pay no never mind to that will you, paw?" Dopie said with a wide grin. "We play in the pool at home naked all the time. My paw says it's okay for us to be naked and touch and stuff as long as we're careful. I can tell you're a friend of my paw's so I know he ain't gonna mind a bit. Do you, paw?"

"Not a single bit, son" Randy said with a smile. "I'm always glad for others to pay attention to my son. I know how much I love the boy and I also know he's got plenty of love to go around. Why don't you get close and let Sarge pick you up and give you a hug before you start wearin' him out."

"Are you sure, sheriff?" Sarge said. "We are both naked and I might get ummmm..."

"You mean your willy might get hard?" Dopie asked. "Shucks, mine is already gettin' hard a little bit. Paw says that's just natural and we don't worry about it. We just thank the lord he gave us willies and taught us how to make each other feel good."

With that, Sarge lifted the ginger boy in his arms and hugged him tightly, the boy's now hard pricklet rubbing against the man's hairy chest. Sarge had one of the widest grins on his face the sheriff ever remembered seeing in his life as the two began to frolic in the water. Randy could tell that Sarge was being very careful not to let his hands go anywhere near the boy's genitals or his little bubble butt.

"Sarge, the boy ain't made out of china" randy said. "You don't have to afraid he's gonna break. He likes to be touched all over his body. Don't be shy, buddy."

"Are you serious?" Sarge asked. "You mean you wouldn't be mad if I were to touch him all over?"

"Not at all" Randy said. "I think he'd like that. We're teachin' our boys to be honest. If you ever have any doubt, just ask them. They'll tell you what they want. You like the way my boy feels?"

"Oh my god!" Sarge said. "It's even better than I imagined. I never dreamed I'd be so close to a naked boy and having so much fun. I mean I've thought about it but I never expected it to happen."

"Your arms must be getting' awful tired" Randy said. "I bet you've thrown him in the air fifty or sixty times."

"I could do this all day, sheriff" the man said. "Seriously, I never thought I'd enjoy a couple of hours this much."

"I can tell how much affection you have for my Dopie. And I'd be willing to bet you're the same with most all other boys. I hope you will settle in our little town and get to know my boy and all his friends even better. We have pool time pretty much ever' day, weather permittin' and you'd be welcome to come by any time once they finish their studies. Now you better rest them arms a little bit. You want to take my boy back up to our quilt and I'll get us all some of that fresh lemonade I brought. My cooler's in the car."

"Absolutely, sheriff" Sarge said. "But I am really hard right now. Are you sure that's okay for your boy to see?"

"I'm sure of that" Randy chuckled. "I know you've been really careful but I assure you it isn't necessary. And I don't mind seein' what that pecker of yours looks like when it's nice and hard. It looked mighty goddamned fine when I saw it just risin' a little bit."

That said, Sarge picked the boy up in his arms and carried him out of the water. His uncut cock was now clearly visible, protruding nicely from the thick patch of hair surrounding it and his nut sack. Dopie had both arms around the man's neck and his legs wrapped around the man's waist as they went up to the quilt.

"I didn't realize we'd be swimmin' so I didn't bring any towels with us" Randy said as he returned with the cooler of Lemonade. "I guess we'll just have to air-dry."

"That's all right, paw" Dopie said. "I shore do like bein' naked out here."

"Are you likin' it too, Sarge?" the sheriff asked.

"I sure am" Sarge answered. "Not sure I'd be happier anywhere else than I am right here, sprawled out on a quilt with the warm sun on my body."

"I shore hope you ain't gonna have sore muscles from all that throwin' today" the sheriff said. "Would you like it if my boy rubbed your body a little bit. It might help you from bein' so sore tomorrow."

"Why, sure" Sarge said. "I'd like that a lot if he wants to."

"Fer sure, paw" Dopie said. "I'd like that a lot myself. You're still hard like I am, Sarge. But paw ain't I guess that's cause..."

"Cause what, son?" Randy asked. "Cause of what we was doin' before we went in the water."

"What was that, son?" the sheriff asked. "It's okay, you can talk about anything with Sarge. He's our friend."

"Well, Sarge, it's like this" Dopie began. "I been wantin' my paw to do some stuff with me but he was afraid cause his willy is extra large. He was afraid he might hurt me but I was really wanting it cause my other friends have all did it with their paws. "

"I noticed your dad has a jumbo willy on him. I haven't even seen it hard but even soft, it's bigger than most of the ones I've seen. And I've seen a lot, being in the marines for twenty years. What was it you wanted your paw to do to you, kiddo?" Sarge asked with a smile. "Your paw said you can talk about it if you want to."

"I wanted him to put his willy in my boypussy" Dopie said. "That's what me and my buddies call our buttholes. We think it sounds sexier. Makes me kind of twitch just to say it sometimes."

"I bet it does" Sarge said as Dopie rubbed his biceps which were large and hard. "Was your dad the first one to put a pecker in you?"

"No, sir" Dopie answered. "My friends and me have been doin' it to each other for a while now. I've done it with Pepe, Billy Paul and Arnie. We do it a lot. I'd like to do it with Kurt and Rafe too and even Phillip, but they're kind of shy. And Sonny's real handsome but I think he only wants to do it with the doctor. I think my paw's friends are real handsome too and there's one other grown up but I can't talk about that."

"I understand that completely" Sarge said. "There's some information we just don't talk about cause it could hurt some people. You're a very young boy to understand that but I think you're a smart boy. And a very sexy boy too."

Dopie smiled.

"Would you like for me to rub you a little bit?" Sarge asked. "That is, if it's okay with your daddy. I'd enjoy rubbing your body."

"Sure, I'd like that" Dopie said, looking to his father and getting a smile and a nod.

Dopie lay down on his back, his little cocklet standing straight out at an angle from his smooth body. He lay between his father and their new friend as Sarge began to rub the boy's legs from the ankle to the thighs. He was tentative at first as if the boy's father were suddenly going to change his mind and knock him into the next county. But the sheriff smiled and gently brushed the boy's ginger hair back from his forehead.

"That's nice" the sheriff said in a very low, quiet voice. "I love seeing my boy happy and my boy likes having a man's hands on his body. Sarge was getting more confident although he continued to rub the boy's slender legs from ankle to thigh, not allowing his hands to touch the hard prize. Randy leaned in and began to lick and tease one of his small nipples, which immediately hardened. The men heard the boy gasp as his father's tongue touched him and it set in for Sarge that this was really happening.

"Do anything you think my boy will like, Sarge" the sheriff said. "Let's make my boy happy."

Randy reached a hand over and began to stroke Sarge's uncut meat, sliding the foreskin back and finding he was already producing some pre-cum. The sheriff continued to slowly stroke the uncut, thick meat and even drew his hand back and fed some of the man's liquid to his son, who licked it off his finger eagerly. Sarge was now using both hands to stroke both the boy's legs and Dopie had spread his legs as if to give the man access. Randy could see Sarge's eyes hardly moving from the boy's hard little cock which continued to stand straight up.

"I know you want to taste my boy's cock, Sarge" Randy said quietly. "There's no rush. Take your time and enjoy the moment. My boy loves having his little nut sack licked and kissed. He's all yours for now as long as you make the boy feel good. He's a good boy who'll do anything for a man who's good to him. Spread those legs a little more and look at his pretty little pink hole. And know that my big old daddy dick was in there not too long ago. And my boy took it without shedding a tear. My boy drained ever' drop of juice out of his paw's dick. I filled his little boycunt up with my cream."

"Can I lick your boy's hole?" Sarge asked

"Absolutely" Randy said. "He'll love that. I know you're about ready to taste that boy meat too. Take your time and enjoy it."

Sarge spread the boy's legs a little further and put his head down, licking the boy's nuts. Sarge gasped as he did it and the sheriff could see the man's hand trembling as he held the boy's smooth thighs in his thick fingers. The instant the man's tongue touched Dopie's hole, the boy's legs shot apart even further, encouraging the man to lick that hole with energy.

"I'm pretty sure my boy's gonna be a bottom more than a top" the sheriff said. "You saw how those legs shot open the instant your tongue hit that little pink hole. My friend Will tells me that's how you can tell a boy or a girl loves being fucked. Is that feelin' good to you, son? "

"Shore is, paw" Dopie answered. "I thought my hole would be sore after you put yours in me but it ain't sore at all. I wish you'd do it again."

"You sure, son?" the sheriff asked. "You mean you think you could take another one in that little tiny boyhole?"

"I shore do, paw" Dopie said. "That was the best thing I ever felt. Is Sarge still hard?"

"He sure is, boy" Randy answered. "Lookin' at you and touchin' you has that man hard as a rock. What would you like to do?"

"I'd like a taste, paw" Dopie answered. "I'd love to taste of his pecker if that'd be all right."

"Is that somethin' you'd like, Sarge?" the sheriff asked. "You want my boy to suck on that hard cock of yours?"

"Are you serious, sheriff?" Sarge asked, not believing his ears. "You'd let that sweet boy of yours suck my cock? I believe I must've died and gone to heaven. I'd really like that a lot.""Dopie, ask the sarge if you have permission to suck his cock" the sheriff suggested. "And ask him using big boy words."

"Sarge, may I have permission to suck your hard dick, sir?" Dopie asked innocently, his smile wide.

"You can have permission to do anything with me that you want to, you sweet boy!" Sarge said enthusiastically. "You suck on that hard meat all you want to as long as your paw is all right with it."

"We'll just shift him around here and he can get to your meat while you still can suck on his balls and his little cock if you want to."

They shifted positions so that Dopie and Sarge were now facing one another, head to crotch. Randy squatted beside them, enjoying the sight of his son and the strong former soldier enjoying each other and poised to taste each other's cocks.

"Okay, son, show that soldier what you can do" Randy told his son.

Dopie opened wide and took the former drill instructor's thick, meaty cock all the way in his throat without a single gag. Once he had it all the way in, the boy started to contract the muscles in his throat, driving Sarge crazy.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" Sarge exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like that!"

In turn, Sarge opened wide and engulfed Dopie's hard boycock and his nut sack in his mouth and began sucking. Randy thought it might be the hottest thing he'd ever seen as his son removed his mouth back to the very tip of Sarge's cock and began slow, even strokes with his mouth. From his position, the sheriff had a great view of Sarge moving his hairy ass back and forth as he savored the sensations of the boy sucking is cock with expertise he had rarely found in an adult. Then the man felt hands separating his meaty buttcheeks and realized the sheriff was now lapping at his butthole. After getting the hole slick with his own juices, Randy sucked on his own index finger and began to tease Sarge's hole with the finger. Sarge started to push back against the finger, making it clear he liked it and was willing to take more. Randy inserted his index finger into the manhole and went for Sarge's prostate which he found immediately and began to massage. He heard Sarge gasping even with his mouth full of boycock and boy nuts. Randy noticed that even as his son was enjoying sucking Sarge's thick cock, he was reaching one hand behind him, apparently trying to finger himself.

"Looks like my boy is wantin' some more work on that butthole of his" Randy said. "It ain't too sore for more play, son?"

"The boy stopped sucking dick long enough to answer his father.

"No, paw, it ain't sore at all" the boy answered. "Matter of fact it's itchy like it needs some more attention. I could do it all over again."

"You hear my boy, Sarge?" the sheriff asked. "My boy took his daddy's dick and he's still wantin' more in his purty little hole. You want to please the boy, Sarge?"

"You're asking me if I want to fuck your beautiful son?" Sarge asked incredulously.

"Shore am" the sheriff answered. "I'm pretty surprised myself. I thought he might be sore but I guess them stretchers the boy and his buddies been usin' did their job."

"You need to tell the sergeant what you want, son" the sheriff said. "Tell Sergeant Weatherly what it is you want him to do."

"I want him to put it in me the way you did, paw" Dopie said.

"Say it to him and use big boy words" Randy said. "You know the words and it's okay to use them here. It's just us men."

"I like bein' a man, paw" the boy said. "Sarge, I want you to get your dick really hard and fuck me with it."

"Tell him where you want it, son" Randy said. "He's been fuckin' your pretty mouth. Tell him exactly what you want."

"I want your hard cock inside my boypussy, Sarge" Dopie said. "I want you to fuck me nice and hard the way my paw just fucked me a little bit ago. Then I want you to pull it out and shoot your daddy cream on my face and then stick it back in me like you was tryin' to breed a baby into a bitch."

"You foul-mouthed little, beauty" Sarge said with a grin. He was now on his feet and he took the ginger boy in his arms and squeezed him. Then he kissed him. It was a wet, hot, long, passionate kiss and the boy responded. He curled his slender legs around the man's waist, trying to rub his hole against Sarge's hard cock.

"Sheriff, I saw that tube of lube over on the quilt" Sarge said. "You want to rub a little bit on my cock to make sure it feels good to your boy?"

"Yes, sir" Randy answered as he grabbed the tube and went to his knees, slathering the lubricant on the sergeant's extremely hard and dancing cock.

"Now spit on it to be sure it feels good to this boy when it goes in" Sarge said. "I'd never do anything to hurt such a beautiful creature. You can count on that. I may be a rough man and I've been a rough fuck for many an errant marine, but all I want to do is love on this beautiful boy and make him feel good."

"I can tell that's what you want, Sarge" the boy's father said as the sergeant lined up his very thick, hard cock with the boy's hole and eased it inside the boy's tight little cunt in one long stroke. Dopie gasped as he felt himself filled again with hard, mancock. He loved the feel of being held in the sergeant's strong, muscled arms and the sergeant began long, rhythmic strokes as soon as he was inside the boy. Sarge looked over and got a nice smile from the boy's father, a smile he returned.

"Does that cock feel good in that boypussy?" Sarge asked the boy.

"Oh yeah" Dopie answered. "I could ride this all day long. I ain't never done it like this before. Feels so good."

"Just enjoy it, son, enjoy that hard cock up inside you" Sarge said. "I never thought I'd get to put my cock inside such a beautiful boy. I still can't believe I'm not gonna wake up from a dream."

"You ain't dreamin' Sarge" the sheriff said as he sat on the quilt watching his son get fucked. "You're gonna fit in real well here in Gayberry if you like sweet boy and you're good to all of `em. I know several boys who are gonna sure nuff enjoy meetin' up with you."

The sarge was again exchanging deep, wet kisses with the young ginger boy as he went to his knees, still holding the boy with the boy's legs around his waist. He carefully knelt on the quilt and, without missing a stroke, laid the boy on his back on the quilt and continued pounding his tight little hole.

"Fuck!" Sarge said. "I don't ever want this to end but I'm getting real close and I know I can't hold it off for long, kid. How about I flip you over and you get up on your knees so I can really get my dick all the way in that tight little puss?"

Without waiting for an answer, the muscular sergeant pulled his dick out of the boy and in one smooth move, had the boy on his knees and had his dick reinserted in the hole. Sarge was pounding away as he started getting louder.

"I'm gonna breed that pussy of yours , boy!" Sarge said as he pounded the boyhole. "I'm gonna fill your little pussy up with my fucking manseed. I'll give you every fucking drop I've got in my hairy nuts, boy if you want it. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm so fucking close!"

A couple more strokes and the sergeant pulled his dick out of the boy and began to shoot multiple thick white ropes of cream onto the boy's smooth white butt cheeks. He beat his meat, milking the last drops from his hairy nuts onto the boy's pink hole and then reinserted his cock all the way in as he groaned. Dopie was groaning too as the man gave him the full length of his still-hard cock and rested his weight on the boy. He then flipped the boy over to face him and began to kiss him and rub his smooth chest.

"Dopie, son, I've never had anything like this" Sarge said. "I've been with a lot of young soldiers over the years but I've never felt anything as tight on my cock. You're a beautiful, sexy boy and I hope to be around this town to watch you grow into a man. Now do you mind if I suck your dick? I can't wait to taste your boyjuice."

"I ain't makin' cream yet" Dopie said. "But I shore do like to get the quivers. None of us young boys is shootin' the cream yet but we can't hardly wait to taste each other's cum. And I'd shore like it if you wanted to suck me. I like it and I'm awful close to getting' that feelin' again."

"None of our boys are making cum yet, Sarge, but they all have really strong dry climaxes" the sheriff explained. "If you've never seen a boy have a dry climax, I think it's something you'll enjoy."

"But how do you know when a boy has a climax if there's no cum?" Sarge asked.

"Trust me, you'll know when a boy has one" Randy said. "Their muscles in their arms and legs contract and they start breathin' real fast. You'll know when a boy gets the shivers or the quivers. They use both terms to describe it."

"Well, let's see if I can help this beautiful boy to get the shivers, sheriff" Sarge said. "You might want to join me in helping your handsome son."

"I believe I'd like that a lot, Sarge" Randy said. "Ain't nothin' like sharin' a boy with a new buddy. Why don't you work on that hard little dick of his while I see if I can't lick some of your juice out of his little boypussy."

"Sounds like a plan" Sarge said as the two men began to devour the small boy.

Dopie was in heaven as his father and the handsome soldier they had just met made his body sing with pleasure. Sarge took his hard cock and his nutsack into his hot mouth while his father started licking his hole, thrusting his tongue inside the boy as far as he could manage. It wasn't long before Dopie's breaths got harder and faster. He began to moan and grabbed Sarge's head in both his hands, gripping him as he moved up and down on the boy's meat.

Paw! Paw!" the boy said. "I'm real close!"Oh, paw! I can't hold off. I'd like to but I just can't. Lick hat hole, paw! "Suck that cock, Sarge! Oh fuuuuuck!"

The boy now had a death grip on Sarge's head as his respirations increased and his legs went rigid right down to his toes. That lasted for almost a full minute before he kept his grip on Sarge's head and crossed his legs, entrapping Sarge's head and holding him down on his now sensitive boymeat. The men moved up and lay on each side of the naked boy. Sarge occasionally licked the boy on his tummy or his nipple or his neck.

"I never expected to be this happy" Sarge said. "I was beginning to think I had made a mistake in agreeing to take my nephew on and head down here. Now I know it was the right decision. I'll get that little fucker straightened out if it's the last thing I do on this earth."

"You needn't worry, Sarge" Dopie said. "My paw and his buddies will help you out. There ain't nuthin' they can't get done. You'll help him won't you, paw?"

"Of course I will" Randy said. "We'll all help him turn that boy around. Whatever it takes. As a matter of fact, I may just know the perfect place for you and the boy. A good friend of mine, Arnold Winkler, recently divorced his slutty wife. Him and his son have moved in with us and his house is sittin' empty. He says it needs some work but he's been too busy to get the work done. He said when he got the work done, he'd probably rent the place. It's a big old two story at the edge of town. You'd have a lot of privacy and plenty of room for some animals and a garden. I think he might give you a great price on it too if you would agree to do a little work on it."

"That'd be great" Sarge said. "Sound like the perfect place to keep a boy busy doin' work on the house in addition to the yard work and care for the animals. Truth is, I'll have to work the boy at least eighteen hours a day to tire him out and wear him down. Eventually, I'll make sure he works an outside job but not till I know he can be trusted and that's a long way off with this one."

"Well, when we leave here, we can take Dopie home and I'll introduce you to the others. You met most of them at the pool party but there are some additions that weren't with us then. We'll drop Dopie and then take your nephew over to my old house where there's a brand spankin' new cell for him. I can also have Eliza put you in one of the guest rooms so that you can get a good night's sleep."

"Oh, paw, why can't he stay with us?" Dopie asked. "Please, paw. I know Billy Paul and Arnold Junior will like him as much as I do."

"We'll leave that up to Sarge" the sheriff said. "You're welcome to stay at our house but I will warn you that you might not get any sleep at all with three horny boys who'll probably want you to sleep in their room."

"That's a risk I'm certainly willing to take, sheriff" Sarge said with a chuckle.

The three went into the water and rinsed off, then used the quilt to dry off somewhat. All three got dressed and headed back to their cars. Dopie wanted to ride with Sarge, so the sheriff gave his permission and had them follow his car to their home. They took Dopie in the house where the boys had finished their study session and were now in the pool. Arnold and William were having a beer with the doctor and the boys were all in the pool. The sheriff introduced Sarge to everyone and gave him a beer, telling them a brief story about how Sarge had come to be in Gayberry. The men seemed to get along very well and Arnold agreed to take Sarge to see his vacant house the following morning. Sarge's head was spinning when Dopie and the sheriff took him to the pool area to meet all the other boys. Sarge was amazed at the pool full of naked boys from ages eleven to seventeen. He could barely pry his eyes from Billy Paul, Arnold Junior, and Dopie as they all swam nude and played in the pool.

"If you stay here tonight, we can all have a naked swim" Dopie said.

"I'd like that a lot, boys" Sarge said. "I'd love to join you now but I'm afraid I have to take care of a matter first. But I'll be back as long as all of your dads are okay with this."

While at the pool, Sarge met Kurt, Rafe and Phillip, who were clustered together and who wrapped towels around their midsections before meeting the stranger. Then he met Robert, Tyler, Jimmy, and Mark, all of whom had cock cages on their willies. Sarge did a double take but Randy explained that the boys were all in chastity because of one local girl who had proved too tempting for them to resist. Then he met the Moore twin boys, who were also in chastity and finally, Sonny, who was the oldest of the group.

"What a delightful bunch of boys" Sarge said. "The boys in chastity seem to be comfortable with wearing their devices and not shy about them at all. We used some of those with recruits but we had limited success as the really bad recruits would find a way to cut them off. But it always embarrassed a recruit to be put into a cage. Of course that was a very useful tool in training the bad boys."

"Our boys are quite comfortable wearing them" Randy said. "There's a young girl in town who happens to be the daughter of the mayor, who has gotten all these boys in trouble. The girl is trouble to boys and men. Age don't even matter. Her and her little friend will fuck anything and drink anything and when they are out of the house, you can bet trouble's brewin. You saw Jimmy and Mark out at the pool. They were her first victims. Jimmy was fingerin' that young snatch when I caught him and then his friend Mark got played by the little bitch. Things could've really blown up in this town when I caught the little bitch with two handsome black high school boys in the bathroom of the local hotel. If the white men in this town had learned about that, we'd have had a lynchin'. We put those two guys in chastity. Her latest victims that I know of are those cute twin boys you just met. They're just in the seventh grade. The little whore and her friend picked them boys up at the skatin' rink and took them to a motel. Tried to get em drunk and fuck both of em. She's bad news and word is she'll fuck anything, including' her own paw. The night I caught her getting' fingered by our Jimmy, I agreed to help her paw give her a spankin'. He damned near fucked his daughter right there in front of me while he claims she's a virgin. Thank the lord I had a boy instead of a girl. You know the most shame a girl can bring on her family in these parts is to get a baby planted in her before she's got a weddin' ring on her finger. It just ain't acceptable around here."

"Well I know I have my hands full with my nephew. I don't know everything he's done but his mother admitted they have bailed him out numerous times including four `procedures' for girls he knocked up. He's a handsome kid but he's absolutely worthless and, as much as I love my sister, she's responsible for a large part of it. I wouldn't even tell her where I was taking the boy cause I know she'd try to intervene."

"Just know that we stand ready to help you in any way we can" the sheriff said. "Statesville is no place for boys if there's any other way to settle things."

The sheriff and Sarge left the others there and took Sarge's car over to Randy's old house where the new cells had been installed.

"I ain't even seen `em myself but the warden from Statesville took care of the installation so I know it's good" the sheriff explained." " He's also sent a couple of matrons to staff the place. I think he'd like to make a Statesville a prison for men only so he's been real happy to help us out with housin' women in our place."

"I believe I remember him from when I was in Gayberry" Sarge said. "Isn't he a tall, handsome black man with a big, friendly smile?"

"That's him" Randy said. "What you may not know is he's got one of the biggest, fattest and longest dicks around. I know I ain't no slouch in the dick department but I think he's got me beat. I ain't never had the opportunity, but I think I'd enjoy takin' measurements."

"That sounds like a fun event" Sarge said. "I bet that'd bring in more money than all of those pies they sold on Founders Day."

They both enjoyed a laugh over that as they heard young Toby kicking and struggling in the trunk of the car.

"So your sister named her boy after you, Sarge?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir, and I was really honored at the time" Sarge said. "I would never have believed they could've done such a poor job raising the boy although I saw troubling signs early on. But they just wouldn't listen. If we didn't get him out of there he'd've killed both of his parents. I have no doubt he caused his father's fatal stroke and if he'd got his mama in the head with that baseball bat instead of the arm, she'd be buried right next to her husband."

"Sarge, I know this can't be easy but you're a strong guy" Randy said. "You can handle this and you'll have all the help you need. All you have to do is to tell us what you need."

"Thank you, sheriff" Sarge said. "I know I'm going to need your help and I sure do appreciate you all."

They arrived at the sheriff's old home and the sheriff instructed Sarge to pull around into the back yard.

"If he's been in that trunk this long, he's probably gonna need to be washed down" the sheriff said. "I got a hose pipe out here with a hard spray nozzle on it that should do the trick. It ain't no firehose but it's got some power."

"Sounds good, sheriff" Sarge said. "I guess I've put it off about as long as I can."

He inserted the key into the trunk and opened it. Inside was a boy dressed in jeans and a yellow polo shirt, his wrists and ankles bound tightly with rope and duct tape covering his mouth.

"Okay, soy, we've arrived where we're going for now" Sarge told the prisoner. "Time to get out and get cleaned up."

The sergeant ripped the duct tape off the boy's mouth and he started cursing.

"Goddamn you motherfucker, what the fuck is going on?" the boy yelled." I've been in that goddamned trunk for god knows how long with nothing to eat or drink and no place to piss or take a shit. I've pissed myself and was damned close to shitting myself too. You fucking asshole cocksucker! Where the fuck are we and who's this fucking clown with you?"

"Clean that language up and get the fuck out of that trunk and make it quick" Sarge barked. "That tape can go right back on as quick as it came off if you aren't careful. Get out of those clothes right now. We need to hose you down. You smell like a fucking toilet."

"What do you expect?' the boy asked angrily. "You've left me in that fucking trunk for hours. I had no idea where I was or when I might get the fuck out. And I can't undress cause my wrists and my ankles are tied, you stupid fuck!?"

"Okay, boy, don't worry about undressing" Sarge said quietly and with an evil smile. "The sheriff and I can undress your ass easily enough. I got a pocket knife right here and we can just cut these smelly rags off of you."

"Man, don't cut my threads" the boy said. "They're all designer stuff that costs more than all the stuff you probably got in your damn sorry ass closet."

"That's all right, Toby, you won't be needing clothes for a while" Sarge said quietly.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" the boy asked. "You're gonna keep me naked? What kind of fucking pervert are you that keeps a naked teenage boy around you. I knew you were a fag. Every goddamn body in the services is a faggot. That's why you do it. You love hanging around young boys. You think I didn't see the way you were looking at my thick crotch the way a hungry dog looks at a bone? I spotted you when you walked in that house. You're a fucking faggot!"

Sarge kept his cool as he took the wide leather belt from the boy's pants. He laid it aside as he and the sheriff pulled the boy's shirt over his head and then his undershirt, exposing thick hair in his pits that matched the very dark black hair on his head that was very curly. The boy was a very handsome kid except for what appeared to be a permanent sneer. He had a few dark hairs in the center of his chest and a very promising fuzzy patch just above and below his navel. He had only a couple of dark black hairs at the edge of his nipples which were quite large and dark brown in color. Randy speculated that the boy's father may have been of Greek or Italian origin, given his hair coloring and his olive colored skin. Sarge unfastened the boy's pants and lowered them to his ankles, then took his knife and cut them off him. The boy objected but Sarge ignored his protests. He had indeed urinated in his pants and his underwear was quite soaked, revealing a nice-sized bulge in the crotch. Sarge wasted no time in removing the underwear to ankle level then cutting them off. The handsome teen was now totally naked right there in Randy's previous home's back yard. He was extremely hairy below the waist with a very unruly, thick patch of black pubes pretty much obscuring what looked to be an uncut penis.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the boy asked. "I'm naked right out here in the open. Somebody could wander up anytime and see what's going on."

"There wouldn't be that much for them to see" Sarge said. "That little cock of yours looks pretty shriveled up to me. You can barely see it hiding in all that fucking hair. Of course that may be temporary. I think a good body shave might settle you down a little bit."

"Don't make fun of my cock, you asshole!" the boy said. "Plenty of girls like it and plenty of boys have tried to get it too. But all the boys got their asses beat for even thinking about touching it. The girls were a different story. I'm a real pussyhound, Uncle Tobias, unlike my faggot uncle."

A quick check of the rearview revealed a round ass which was also covered in the same thick black hair as the front. The boy's legs were also very hairy right down to the ankles.

"That's a pretty round ass you got on you boy but it's gonna look a lot nicer when I lay your belt to it and give it a little bit of color" Sarge said as he reached for the boy's leather belt and doubled it in his right hand.

He immediately went after the boy, giving him hard swats on his round buttocks with the thick belt. The boy tried to run but his ankles were bound and he fell with his upper body inside the trunk of the car, putting his behind at the perfect level for his uncle to tear it up. And tear it up he did, swinging the belt expertly. The boy was now begging for the lashing to stop as his buttocks swiftly turned red. As the Sarge attacked the boy's butt, thighs and legs with the belt, the boy's arrogance had turned to pitiful begging. He was begging his uncle to stop the beating but his uncle didn't let up for even a second, moving the lashes up to his back at time. The boy's entire backside was turning crimson as Sarge continued for around ten minutes. He then stopped, took a deep breath and handed the belt to the sheriff. Randy took the belt and, in spite of the boy's pleading, began to give him a beating to equal the one from his uncle. Toby was cursing and pleading and begging and now sobbing. In the short time since Randy had met the boy, he knew his uncle was not exaggerating about the lad's behavior and Toby deserved every lick he was now getting. It was a secluded yard but Randy was a bit surprised that no attention had come to them with the way the boy was sobbing and pleading for the lashing to stop. Randy was determined to keep up the beating until Sarge gave him further instructions. The boy's ass was turning a very nice shade of red. He wondered if the boy's hole would be red like his own sons. He was already regretting doing more exploration of Mark Thomas's hole when he had the boy over his knee earlier. It was clear his father wouldn't have minded, given what he was doing with Mark's younger brother. He also regretted not going further and sticking his finger in Jeffy's hole when he had the chance. He was realizing he had missed some great opportunities to explore and he was determined not to miss any further chances.

"Great job, sheriff" Sarge said. "Your arm must be getting tired so I'll take it back and finish the boy off."

"No, please, Uncle Tobias!" the boy begged. "I can't take anymore. I never hurt so bad. Please don't give me any more. I'm begging you, uncle!"

"Too late to beg, Toby" Sarge said as he again started lashing the boy harder than ever. "You should've thought about what you were saying before you ever opened that nasty mouth. You should've thought about that when your broke your own fucking mother's arm with that bat. I want you to remember this every fucking time you start to speak. Do you understand that, son?"

"Oh yes, sir!" the boy sobbed. "I'm really sorry. I won't ever disrespect you again if you'll just stop. Please, please! I can't take it. I can't take any more."

"You'll take what I give you and you better by God almighty remember it before you open that trash mouth of yours, boy! And you better learn real fast that I don't negotiate with assholes like you. What I say is what happens and there'll be no motherfucking exceptions."

The boy's butt cheeks were oozing blood and Sarge finally stopped the lashing and stood with his hands on his knees. The only sound was their breathing and the boy sobbing pitifully.

"If your father had done just a little bit of this, he'd probably still be alive, my sister wouldn't be in a cast and we wouldn't be where we are right now" Sarge said. "I think we need to hose you down and get rid of that piss smell. I've got some soap in my bag right here so we'll get you cleaned up before you go inside."

"I'd be real glad to help the boy get cleaned up, Sarge" the sheriff said. "Especially if you don't mind me makin' sure his hole is clean."

"Of course" Sarge said. "We need to check his hole to make sure he doesn't have anything hidden up there that could be used as a weapon. I want to get a look at that hole too. The boy indicates his hole is virgin but you can bet that won't be the case for long. There's few things as exciting as getting a look at a boy's hole for the first time. They come in so many shades from bright pink to dark brown. That was one thing I always looked forward to with a batch of new recruits. I could usually predict what a boy's hole would look like but there were always a few surprises along the way. It's nice to find someone who shares my interest in this."

"Well, it's really new to me but I find I get more curious every day" Randy said as he began to hose the boy down with the cool water from the hose pipe.

"No, I don't want you touching me" the boy said, now that his tears had stopped and he was again becoming arrogant. "I don't want no other man's hands touching me. I can wash myself."

"Apparently you ain''t heard a motherfuckin' word your uncle has said, boy" Randy said angrily. "You need to get it through your fuckin' thick head you ain't in charge here. You got no fuckin' say in what happens to you. The sooner you get that through your fuckin' head, the easier your life's gonna get. Sarge, I think I need to put the boy over my knee before we carry on. Is that good with you?'

"I think that's an excellent suggestion" Sarge said. "Why don't you sit up here on the hood of the car and I'll help the boy get across your knee."

"Get your fucking faggot hands off me" Tobias said angrily, attempting to punch his uncle in the face. Sarge easily blocked the punch, wrenching the naked boy's arm behind him painfully and, in one move. Maneuvering his body across the tall sheriff's knees, his already oozing back side exposed and Tobias unable to move to prevent what was about to happen.

"You motherfucking faggot cocksuckers" the boy said angrily as he panted oput of breath from all the exertion. The sheriff wasn't even breathing heavily as he positioned the helpless boy across his knees and ran his big, hot hands over the boy's round backside, covered in dark hairs.

Randy began to slap the boy's already painful and red back side with his open hand as the boy squirmed and tried in vain to break free.

"Tobias, you need to listen to me" his uncle said as the spanking continued. "The prosecutor in your case told me about he was considering additional charges against you and your buddies for baiting homosexual men. He said you and your buddies would go to a park which was a known homosexual cruising ground and flirt with the homosexuals there. A number of them were injured when they went behind the bushes with you and ended up beaten, bloody and some very near death. If you should manage to escape and go back home, you should know that those crimes are being prosecuted against your buddies and the prosecutor will do the same to you. Most of those boys are facing twenty years or more hard time in prison and they're falling all over themselves to turn on their buddies for lesser sentences. The prosecutor is himself a homosexual and plans to prosecute that type of crime to the fullest extent of the law. So this is really your last chance to avoid doing hard time. And I will tell you that hard prison time will be even harder on a pretty boy like you with that round butt and that pretty face. Just so you know."

"Fuck you, faggot!" the boy said between sobs. "I don't believe a goddamned word that comes out of your filthy cocksucking mouth! My boys would never turn on each other and they'll never get caught. It was easy luring those cocksuckers in the park. Just rub that thick cock bulge of mine and their mouths started watering. They thought they were gonna taste of my prize meat till a rock hit them upside the fucking head. It was pretty easy money. Once they were out, we'd take their money, credit cards, watches, rings and anything else they had on them. It was easy-peasy when you got a cock bulge like mine."

"You know, Toby, I had started to wonder if maybe what I had planned for you was too harsh" Sarge said. "You've answered that question for me now. Nothing I can do will be punishment you don't deserve. I've dealt with way tougher guys than you in the Marine Corps. They were really tough, not just full of arrogant bullshit like your little pansy ass is. And I broke them just like I'm going to break you. There'll be no sympathy whatsoever. You just shot your mouth off again when it would've been a lot wiser to just shut that fucking mouth. Tear that ass up, sheriff, then we're both going to have a look at that hole he's hiding between those hairy legs."

"Yes, sir, Sarge" the sheriff said, smiling at his new friend even as he continued to tear the boy's ass up.

The sheriff continued the licks for another ten minutes as the boy begged and pleaded, sobbing the entire time and begging for him to stop.

"I think that's enough" Sarge finally said, roughly pulling the naked boy from the sheriff's knees. "We need to get your nasty ass cleaned up now. The sheriff has plenty of other things to spend his time on and you aren't worth the sweat off his brow. Now stand up here, boy and let me have a look at that body you think so highly of. Stand at attention. Toby stood up straight, still sniffling from the beating he had taken.

Randy took the soap from Sarge and began by lathering the boy's arms and having him raise his arms to soap his bushy pits. Toby didn't like being touched which was obvious from his body language but he didn't say a word. His sobbing had subsided but he was still sniffling as the sheriff washed him carefully. Randy then went for the boy's chest, working up a thick lather on his chest and an even thicker one in the fuzz on his tummy. He then skipped the best parts and soaped the boy's hairy legs making long strokes from the boy's ankles to his hairy thighs. The closer his hands got to the boy's penis, the sharper the looks the boy gave him but he said nothing. When Randy began to lather his thick bush, he tried to pull away but Sarge stepped in and held the belt near his face and Toby said nothing. Randy took his time working up a thick lather in the boys pubes, Sarge helped out by soaping the boy's soft penis, pulling back the foreskin several times and then pulling it forward again. The boy was obviously humiliated having men handle his private parts but he said nothing. By the time they rinsed his crotch the boy had a full hardon. When he was hard, his foreskin didn't quite reach to the tip of his penis. He had about a six inch erection which was about average but certainly not the monster meat the boy had bragged about.

"That's a decent little boycock you got there, son" Sarge chuckled "but it looks like you've still got some growin' to do."

The boy gave the men a disgusted look but turned around as instructed s both men began to soap his backside. They quickly worked up a lather. Toby seemed much more nervous with the men having their hands on his behind than he did when they washed his crotch.

"Just relax, boy" Sarge said. "Neither one of is going to fuck you in the ass. At least not right now where all of the sheriff's former neighbors could see. We are gonna take a look at that little hole you're so protective of. You can either bend over and let us take a good look or I can take the belt to that ass again. Which will it be?"

"Go ahead and look" he said sullenly. "But no touching. Please don't. I ain't a fag and I don't like men touching me there."

"Would you rather have more of that belt, boy" Sarge asked.

"No, please" Toby said, tearing up again. "I can't take more of that. Please."

"Then behave yourself and follow instructions" Sarge said as he finished rinsing the lather from the boy and bent him over the trunk of the car again.

"I'm cutting the rope off your ankles but if you try anything, you'll feel that belt again and I'll do double what we did earlier" Sarge said. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes" Toby said.

"We need to get something straight right here and right now, son" Sarge said. "When you respond to me or anyone older than you are the correct response will be `yes, sir". That goes for anyone you even think might be older than you. Any failure to use those words will get you ten more lashes with that belt or with the wooden paddle I have in my bag. I am not to be fucked with the way you've fucked with your parents. Are we clear?"

Yes" the boy said. "Yes, sir, I meant to say."

"You better start remembering" Sarge said. "I won't listen to your bullshit excuses the way your parents did. Those days are over and gone. Now bend over. We want to get a look at that hole."

The boy and no choice but to comply. He bent over, laying his head on the floor of the trunk and exposing his backside to the two men. Both stroked the boy's furry, round buttcheeks, remarking on how nicely rounded his buttocks were.

"Bet that hole's gonna clamp down on a dick like a vise" Sarge said. "It'll take a load of lubricant to get in there without breaking your dick off."

Both men laughed as the boy whimpered.

Each man took a cheek and they separated them, revealing a perfect pink starfish surrounded by the boy's olive-colored skin.

"Toby's dad was full-blooded Greek from the old country" Sarge said. "I was jealous of my sister because he was one of the most handsome men I ever saw. That was before the boy was about ten. He went off the tracks at a young age and he aged my brother in law and my sister overnight. I wish I'd been more insistent but they told me how they raised their son was none of my business."

"Then you don't have any cause to feel guilty, Sarge" Randy said. "You'd have been there if they'd ask you and that's all you could have done."

"Give him a little finger in that cherry hole and watch him howl" Sarge chuckled.

Randy moistened his finger in his mouth and began to circle the pink slit. The boy jerked away but was settled when his uncle put one hand on his low back.

"Man, these are the hairiest balls I ever saw on a boy his age" Sarge remarked as he handled the boy's furry nut sack. I think he likes having his balls played with a lot more than he liked having his hole touched. Randy again wet his finger and drew circles around the boy's tiny hole. As Sarge continued to knead the boy's nuts, Toby began to get an erection.

"Our little straight boy's getting a hard dick, sheriff" Sarge said. "Look at this. His little boy pecker's growing a little bit."

Sure enough, the boy was becoming erect. Even as he hardened, his foreskin slid back without help, exposing a nice cockhead which was already leaking some pre-cum.

"That looks like about a six-incher which is decent" Sarge said as he had the boy straighten up and turned him to face them. "Let me have a feel of that little leaky cock of yours. I always wondered what your daddy's cock looked like but I only caught an occasional glimpse of it when we were changing into swimsuits. He didn't seem to like showing it off and I always wondered if it was because he wasn't proud of that small Greek pecker. I guess I was right if it was anything like his son's."

Sarge reached out and combed the boy's pubes with his fingered, then encircled the boy's hard cock with his fingers.

"Get your faggot hands off me right now!" the boy spat. "I told you I ain't no fag. My dick's just for pussy and nothing else so keep your nasty goddamned hands to yourself."

"Well that just got you twenty more with your belt but we don't have time for that now. I have a swimming party with some very cute boys, the sheriff has an important appointment and you got a fucking cell waiting for you."

Sarge pulled a pair of new white jockstrap and helped the boy step into it as they led the boy to the back steps of the house. Eliza was there to greet the three of them and Randy introduced her to Sarge.

"I saw you gentlemen out here but I could see you was all busy so I didn't disturb you. Looks like you have someone for one of our new shiny cells. Come on in and I'll take you downstairs."

"I know the cells is for women prisoners but I had a situation at the jail" Randy explained. "I do apologize and I won't make a practice of this."

"It's okay" Eliza said. "I certainly don't have a problem with it and I don't think the matron will either. There are actually two of them and they work twelve hour shifts so they are with the prisoners at all times. I mostly stay upstairs and enjoy the peace and quiet. I just make sure meals are prepared and served on time."

"This house smells amazing!" Sarge exclaimed. "What in the world are you cooking?"

"I got them two old white bitches in the kitchen" she chuckled. "I got a gentleman caller comin' to dinner tonight. I never knew how nice it would be to have them bitches downstairs and the house to myself except for Mr. Vague and the Alabama boys. Ain't none of them hardly ever here with the hours they work. I even got cute little uniforms for the bitches to wear when they serve me and my gentleman dinner. It's fun just to watch that old Bedford bitch havin' to serve us dark folk.

"That would be worth paying admission to see, Eliza" Randy said with a laugh. "Maybe you ought to plan a dinner party so we could all give them hell for an entire night"

"I'd be most happy to do that, sheriff" Eliza said. "I sure do thank you for all you done for me. My life is better than I ever could've imagined."

Randy gave Sarge a brief rundown of what had gone on when Mrs. Bedford vacated her home and how she had treated Eliza. He also filled him in on how his aunt was now an inmate in the home rather than the honored guest she had always been.

"Families can be the dearest things in the world or they can be the most tragic" Sarge said. "I know you must feel terribly letdown by your aunt. Believe me, no one understands that more than I do at this point in my life. Now I'm really anxious to see these prefab cells you've told me about."

The sheriff led Sarge and Toby, his hands still bound behind him and wearing only the jockstrap, into the basement. The transformation was amazing with bright fluorescent lights and gleaming steel cages, each containing a cot and a stainless steel toilet. There were six of the tiny cells and a desk and a glass-enclosed shower. There was a masculine-appearing woman sitting at the desk who quickly introduced herself as Matron Mollie. Randy explained who he was and Mollie welcomed them. The only cell occupied at the time was that of Mrs. Dykes, the mayor's pregnant, estranged wife. Mollie explained that she and the other matron provided by the prison warden alternated twelve hour shifts so the cells were guarded at all times. She further explained they had found a small apartment nearby and they were liking the town so far. Randy said he would return to sit down and discuss salaries and payment arrangements but Mollie said all of that was handled by the warden who had funds available for satellite prison sites. She explained that she and the other matron had worked for the warden for some time and had been looking to relocate to a smaller town and this had been the perfect opportunity for both of them. Mrs. Dykes appeared to be napping soundly so the sheriff didn't introduce her. Mollie had no problem housing Toby when Randy explained the situation. He said he would retrieve the boy the following morning and Mollie led the boy into the cell.

"The boy's addicted to beating his meat all the time so I'd like to cuff his hands to the sides of the cot so he can't get at his penis" the sarge said, which angered young Toby.

"That's a goddamned bald-faced lie, you faggot cocksucker!" the boy shouted at his uncle.

"That'll add twenty more licks" Sarge said with a tight smile. "Those licks just keep adding up and you better not think for a minute I'll forget about them. I may wear my arm out but I know the sheriff and his deputy and plenty of other honorable men will be happy to help tear that little smart ass of yours up.

"Fuck you, faggot and all the faggot men in this shithole of a town! I'm about ready for some goddamned dinner" the boy said to the matron.

"You just got ten more licks with that leather belt added on so we're up to thirty now" Sarge said. "Don't give that boy a fucking bite of food. Only water until I pick him up no matter how much he whimpers and begs. The boy's a liar, a cheat, a thief and an abuser. Do not trust him even for a second."

They got Toby onto his back on the cot and then handcuffed each hand to the side of the cot so that he could barely move them.

"I can't even pee like this!" Toby objected.

"Don't worry about that" Molly said with a grin. "I ain't afraid of little boy penises like the one you got. I don't personally care for them but it don't bother me to see one. You guys just run along and have a great evening" she said to Sarge and the sheriff. "Don't worry for a minute about us."

"Just remember what a low life lying meatbeater the little fuckweasel is" the Sarge said. "Don't give the little prick an inch."

"Yes, sir, Sergeant Weatherly" Mollie said. "I can't imagine them other two white bitches is gonna be crazy about havin' a rooster in the henhouse but they just got to understand they don't own this fuckin' henhouse even if they think they do" Mollie said which cracked Sarge and Randy up.

"I guess I can assume you guys did a cavity search on the boy" Matron Mollie said.

"No, we didn't" Sarge said. "I didn't even think about that. That's not something we did in the military although I guess the sheriff has done a few of those."

"A few over the years but we ain't got much call for that around these parts" Randy said. "I appreciate you teachin' me about these things, Matron. I always want to learn more to get better at my job."

"Over the years, I've seen a lot" the matron said. "You wouldn't believe what a woman can hide in her asshole and in her cunt. I guess there's no reason a boy couldn't do the same, particularly a boy with a nice, round butt like young Toby here. There's just no telling what kind of drugs he might hide up there or maybe even a weapon. You can't afford to take risks. I'll be doing cavity searches here regularly."

"You're right, matron" Sarge said. "Would you mind helping me out with a few instructions?"

"Not at all" the matron said as she entered the cell. We've got him pretty much immobilized with the cuffs on his wrists. If you guys can just flex his knees and spread them, we can take a look and do a little bit of inspection and find anything the kid may have hidden in his hole."

It finally dawned on Toby what was about to happen and he started to thrash about violently but found he was unable to move with his wrists cuffed tightly to the cot and the sheriff and his uncle now holding his legs apart and spread.

"You fucking pussy eating bull dyke cunt!" the boy shouted. "They were about to leave but you just had to open your nasty cooch-lapping mouth! You fucking bitch! I'll get you for this if it's the last fucking thing I ever do."

The sergeant slapped the boy's face really hard, instructing him to shut his mouth immediately. Toby started to beg and plead for them to leave him alone.

"It's easier if you use a little lubricating gel on your hands but I don't use much" the matron said. "If they're in a cell, that means they've done something bad and I don't believe in coddling criminals.

"Sheriff, would you like to do the honors?" Sarge asked. "I do believe you've got about the biggest hands I ever saw. They seem to match other parts of your anatomy if you don't mind my saying so."

The sheriff, the matron and Sarge all shared a chuckle over that remark as Randy put some of the lubricating jelly on his index finger and knelt on the cot between the boy's nicely muscled legs. As the handsome boy continued to squirm and struggle in vain, Randy lined up his thick index finger with the boy's hairy pink starfish and jammed his finger in all the way as Toby emitted a blood-curdling scream.

"Don't worry about disturbing anybody" the e matron said. "This whole area is soundproofed so we don't have to worry about anything that happens here being overheard.

"Get your goddamned hand out of me!" Toby screamed. "You're fucking killing me! You're splitting me in half with your fist in my asshole, you sorry faggot prick! Get it the fuck out of me now!"

"That ain't my fist, son, that's just one finger" the sheriff chuckled. "But if you want my fist in there, just keep your bullshit up and you'll get it."

The boy continued to yell and struggle as Randy moved his finger around in the boy's tight, previously virgin hole, finding nothing.

"I ain't feelin' nothin' up there but I'd feel better about it if you check behind me, Sarge, just to be sure I ain't missin' nothin'."

"Of course" Sarge said. "But I think you've got enough lube in there. I don't think I need any more."

As Randy removed his finger, the boy's uncle jammed his index and long finger dry into the boy who began to scream again, begging him to stop.

"Get your motherfucking hand out of my ass!" the boy yelled. "Please, goddammit! You're splitting my body! You don't know how it hurts! I can't take it!"

"Oh, little buddy" Sarge said. "This is nothing compared to what you have in store for you. I promise you that you're going to regret all the nasty shit you've done to others and to your parents. Every fucking bad act you ever did you will be atoning for! I swear to that before the good Lord almighty, son and you can take that shit to the fucking bank."

Sarge had removed his long finger now and was beginning to massage the boy's prostate gland with his index finger. Toby suddenly got quiet and it was very quiet in the entire room as Randy and the matron looked on. Toby had now closed his eyes and was being very quiet.

"Why, lookie there!" the matron said. "The boy's getting hard from having his uncle's finger up his ass!"

Sure enough, the soft mesh pouch of the handsome teen's jockstrap was puffed out, indicating the boy had developed an erection.

"Does watching this kind of thing bother you, Matron?" the sergeant asked. "If it does, we can take it elsewhere."

"Oh hell no, I enjoy a good show" she said. I ain't never had a taste for dick myself but I don't mind a good show. Boys like him have made my life hell for a lot of years and I sure do enjoy getting to see one get his comeuppance ever now and again."

"You want me to pull that pouch out of the way?" Randy asked the sergeant.

"Sure thing, sheriff" Sarge answered. "If you want to slick up your hand and play with his hard meat a little that will be fine."

"Happy to oblige" the sheriff answered as he moved the pouch of the jockstrap aside and pulled the straps down, revealing the boy's very respectable uncut, hard cock, his thick jet black bush and a tuft of hair from his hole where Sarge's finger was embedded.

"That's about as thick a patch of hair as I ever saw on a young boy's asshole" Randy remarked. "The boy's got a nice stand on him. I imagine his paw must've been a looker like you was sayin'."

"He was one of the finest looking men I ever met" Sarge said. "I used to hear him and my sister going at it at night and I'd lay in my bed in the next room just beating the hell out of my meat, imagining what his cock must look and feel like. It's a goddamned shame this little fucker killed him far before his time."

"Can you faggots just shut the fuck up and get my nut for me since you have my fucking hands cuffed?" Toby asked sharply. "I need some work on that hard dick since you got it hard. I don't like having a man's hand anywhere close to my dick but I got to get off or I'll get a bad case of blue balls. Somebody needs to get to work on that hard meat of mine and they need to fucking do it now."

"I bet the sheriff will beat that nice chunk of meat for you, boy" Sarge said as he winked and the sheriff and whispered something to the matron as she moved closer to the action.

Randy leaned in and added some more lubricant to his hand and then started slow, even strokes on the boy's hard cock which was now jerking around. Randy saw that Sarge was now massaging the boy's hairy nut sack as he massaged his prostate and Toby was now really into the pleasurable sensations as he relaxed and closed his eyes.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it" he said softly. "Work for that nut. I need to cum really bad cause it's been a while. Goddamn! That hand feels real good on my cock! Sheriff, you must have beat the meat for a lot of guys cause you're a fine meat beater. Uncle, I don't know what the fuck you're doing but I never felt anything like it. I might let you do this again if you keep making me feel this goddamned good! Hell, I might let you play with my meat every damned day if it always feels this good, you fucking faggot. But if you ever tell a soul I let you do this, I will slit your fucking throat and anybody else who talks about it."

"Hey, little buddy, don't worry about that" Sarge said in a softer voice. "I think maybe we just got started off on a bad footing. I've probably treated you more harshly than you deserved. If I'd known what a fine dick you had down there, I'd have been much nicer. Now you just relax and let us pleasure you, son. I'll make you feel good any time you want me to. Sheriff, if you got a free hand, why don't you rub those hard nipples the boy has. That's as nice a pair as I ever saw on a boy."

Randy did as suggested and began to tease the hard nipples, then leaned down and began to lick and tease them with his mouth as he continued his even strokes on the boy's now rock hard cock which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

"That's it, son, just relax and let us take care of you" Randy whispered in the boy's ear softly. "It ain't often I get the chance to lay my hands on such a handsome boy as yourself with a piece of meat like that. You just relax and let me and your uncle give you the best cum you ever had."

"I knew once you faggots got a feel o my meat, you'd change your attitude" Toby said as he thrust his hard cock into his uncle's lubricated hand. "Nobody can turn down a piece of meat like mine. It works every fucking time. I get whatever the fuck I want and I occasionally let you touch my meat. But none of that fag stuff. Oh fuck, I feel like I'm getting real close to shooting. Speed those strokes up on my cock, faggot!"

"Yes, sir" Sarge replied as he winked at the sheriff."I feel that fucknut getting hard now, boy, you're getting ready to cum nice and hard. You'll shoot a fucking load across the room."

"Fuck yeah I will, you cocksucking motherfucking faggot!" the boy responded as he thrust his cock faster into the Sarge's hand and as Randy continue to massage his secret spot. "You faggots better not forget I'll slash the throat of anybody who talks about this. I won't even hesitate."

"We won't say a word to a soul" Sarge said. "I started thinking about how mean I'd been to you, locking you in that trunk for hours and you having no way to even touch your own meat. That beautiful cock of yours deserves only the best. I'm really sorry, Toby and I won't let that happen again."

"Now you're talking, motherfucker" Toby said. "Just get on with this shit! I need to get my nut. Speed up that motherfucking hand and don't stop what you're doing in my hole. Ah yeah, that's it. Just keep going. Fuck yeah. I feel my nut rising. I'm getting close to coming, you faggots. Don't change a thing. Just keep it going. Fuck yeah, I'm getting so motherfucking close."

"Oh yeah, boy" the uncle said. "I can feel that fucknut of yours getting harder and harder. You're getting close boy. You're real fucking close. Just relax and shoot that nasty shit all over this place. Just let that cream fly, son."

"Her it comes! Here it comes!!" Toby shouted as his uncle suddenly removed his finger from the boy's hole and the sheriff removed his hand from the boy's rock hard cock just as he was on the verge of a strong climax.

"What the fuck?" the boy yelled loudly. "Don't fucking stop, you motherfucking goddamned assholes! I'm so fucking close!"

But instead of continuing, Sarge parted the boy's legs as far as they would go as the matron shoved her lubricated fist into the boy's tiny little hole, causing him to scream out in pain and humiliation.

The boy was in awful pain as the matron inserted her fist into him, a terrified look in his eyes as he thought he might actually be split open by the fist. His uncle clapped his hand over the boy's mouth, muffling his scream as he told him he would never forget this moment.

"Son, I never want you to forget this" Sarge said quietly to the frightened, angry boy. "You have no control any more. We can do whatever the fuck we want to and unless you change your behavior this is exactly what life holds in store for you day after day after day after fucking day."

The matron removed her fist from the boy only to shove it back in as the boy begged and pleaded for the pain to stop, his cock now completely limp after having been right on the verge of a strong climax a mere minute earlier.

"You goddamned cocksucking son of a bitch faggot!" the angry boy spat at his uncle. "I'll get you for this. I'll get your fucking friends for this too. Nobody treats me like this! You'll see! You'll regret this fucking day!"

"Keep punching that fist in and out of him, matron" the Sarge said with a smile. "The boy doesn't seem to have gotten the message yet."

The masculine woman rammed her fist back into him, using more force than earlier as the boy again screamed out in pain.

"Stop! Stop!" the boy screamed. "I can't fucking take this. No more! Please no more!"

The uncle allowed the matron several more insertions before nodding at her to stop once the boy had stopped shouting and had begun to sob.

"Matron, would you mind showing the boy your fist that was jabbing into him?"

The matron came close and showed the boy her fist and then extended her fingers to show a rather small hand.

"Now I want you to compare it with the sheriff's hand and fist" Sarge said.

The matron put her hand up against Randy's which was twice as large. He extended his long thick fingers and the boy continued to sob.

"If you don't shape up, you'll get the sheriff's or my own fist up in that boyhole and you'll really be begging for mercy. Do you understand that?"

The boy continued sobbing and did not answer his uncle. Sarge lifted the boy's head off the cot by grabbing a handful of his hair as the boy screamed.

"Yes, yes, I see" the boy said through his sobs.

"You better fucking see" Sarge said. "I'm not here to play with you and I will not play. I hope you learned a lesson today. That little hole of yours can give you indescribable pleasure or it can give you pain. When I had a slick finger in there, stroking your sensitive fucknut you were in heaven. Within minutes, you were in hell, begging and pleading for mercy. That is the way your life will be from now on. You behave and things will be find. You misbehave and the pain you just experienced will be nothing. Now, before the sheriff and I leave, I need to inspect that hole to make sure you don't require stitches. I need you to spread those legs for me so I can take a look."

"No, please, uncle" the boy begged. "I'm fine. It will heal. Just leave me. Please. I can't take any more of this today. Just go."

"Toby, I will not tell you again" Sarge said in a steely, determined voice. "You will spread your legs and show us your hole and you will do it now unless you want more of the treatment you received earlier. The humiliated boy spread his legs as far apart as they would go, exposing his now inflamed, gaping hole for the sheriff and his uncle."Looks kind of rough right now but it'll go back to its normal size pretty quick" the sheriff said. "That shore is a pretty ole. Bet it would feel real nice and warm wrapped around my dick." "I'm sure you'll have the opportunity to fuck the boy, sheriff and you're most welcome to do so."

"Fuck you! Fuck both of you and all the fucking faggots in this queerboy town!" Toby said as he closed his shapely hairy legs. "Nobody will ever their dick in my hole and lives to tell about it."

"The boy thinks he's a comedian" Sarge chuckled. "He still calls it his hole. He ain't come to terms with the fact that I own that hole now and I'll do whatever I fucking choose with it. Now I know you got plenty of things to do and I don't want to keep you, sheriff."

"You men just head right on out" the matron said. "Eliza is keeping the bitches busy upstairs so I've really got nothing to do. I can clean the little pussyboy up and if you don't have to worry about a thing."

"You can't leave me here with this crazy dyke bitch!" Toby began to plead. "She shoved her fist up inside me. Please don't leave me uncle."

Sarge just ignored the boy's pleadings as he and the sheriff headed for the stairs.

"I will sleep well tonight knowing Toby is in good hands and you'll be in charge of him. He's a tricky little asshole but I can tell you've handled your share of those, Matron Mollie" Sarge said with a firm handshake.

Sarge and Randy headed out, the sergeant looking forward to enjoying some pool time with those handsome young boys and Randy dreading what the night held in dealing with the deplorable prophet and his slut. The sheriff again apologized to Sarge for having the quarters tied up and gave the man a brief explanation of what was going on there.

"Well, I couldn't be any happier than I am right now knowing I'm going to get some time with those beautiful boys of yours. I promise you I'll respect them and I'd give my life before I'd let anyone harm a hair on their beautiful heads."

"I'm really glad you're going to be there, Sarge" the sheriff said. "I trust the older boys completely to take care of the younger ones but there's still at tiny part of me that is uneasy when there are no adults around. Doc was going to stay but we decided that if things got out of hand at the quarters, he might be essential."

"I understand and don't you worry for a minute" Sarge said. "Your boys are in good hands."